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4. By Thee my prayers acceptance gain,
Although with sin defiled;
Satan accuses me in vain,
And I am owned a child.
5 Weak is the effort of my heart,
And cold my warmest thought;
But, when I see Thee as Thou art,
I'll praise Thee as I ought.
6 Till then, I would Thy Love proclaim
With every fleeting breath;
And may the music of Thy Name
Refresh my soul in death.
John Newton. 1779.
219 ** 7's. 1 SweeTER sounds than music knows Charm me in Emmanuel's Name; All her hopes my spirit owes To His birth, and Cross, and shame.
2. When He came, the angels sung, “Glory be to God on high:” Lord, unloose my stammering tongue; Who should louder sing than I? ** 8 Did the Lord a man become, - That he might the law fulfil, Bleed and suffer in my room, And canst thou, my tongue, be still? 4 No; I must my praises bring, Though they worthless are, and weak; For, should I refuse to sing, Sure the very stones would speak.
50 my Saviour, Shield, and Sun,
Shepherd, Brother Lord, and Friend—
Every precious name in one!
I will love Thee without end.
- -- John Newton. 1779. a.
220 Jesu dulcis Memoria. C. M.
1 Jesus ! the very thought of Thee
With sweetness fills my breast;
But sweeter far Thy face to see,
And in Thy presence rest.
2 Nor voice can sing, nor heart can frame,
Nor can the memory find
A sweeter sound than Thy blest Name,
O Savior of mankindl
3 0 Hope of every contrite heart, -
O }. of all the meek |
To those who fall, how kind Thou art,
How good to those who seek
4 But what to those who find? ah, this
Nortongue nor pen can show:
The Love of Jesus, what it is,
None but His loved ones know.
5 Jesus, our only Joy be Thou!
As Thou our Prize wilt be;
Jesus, be Thou our Glory now,
And through eternity!
Edward Caswall. 1848.
Tr. Bernard of Clairvaux. 1153.
221 Jesu Rez admirabilis. C. M.
1 0 JEsus ! King most wonderful,
Thou Conqueror renowned;
Thou Sweetness most ineffable,
In whom all joys are found !
2. When once Thou visitest the heart,
Then truth begins to shine:
Then earthly vanities depart,
Then kindles love divine.
3 O Jesus, Light of all below ! Thou Fount of life and fire . . . Surpassing all the joys we know, All that we can desire, L 4 May every heart confess Thy Name, And ever Thee adore ; And, seeking Thee, itself inflame To seek Thee more and more.
5 Thee may our tongues forever bless; Thee may we love alone; And ever in our lives express * The image of Thine own. Edward Caswall. 1848. a. Tr. Bernard of Clairvauz. 1153.
222 78. 1 Lord, and whither shall we go? Thou alone hast words of life! In our stormy griefs below, Who, but Thou, can heal the strife Sin and sorrow round us bring, In life's vale while wandering?
2 Blessed Christ! embodied Word'
Thou alone art Life and Light:
Saints who have Thy truth preferred
Walk in peace, and worship right:
Thou alone to sin canst say,
“I am Love, the Living Way.”
3 Sun of Grace, O ever shine -
Round our paths, where'er they lead
Midnight feels a ray divine
Breaking through the darkest need,
If we hear, when most dismayed,
“It is I, be not afraid!”
4 Pardon, peace, and purity,
Gifts without, .# grace within,
6 Love and light which set us free
From the curse and chain of sin,_
These, Emmanuel, Thou canst give,
While upon Thy words we live.
5 Not a want, Thou canst not fill;
Not a fear, Thou wilt not tame;
If, indeed, repentance will
Rest upon Thy glorious Name,
High o'er every guilt and grave
Shall Redemption's banner wave?
6 Saviour, be our Polar Star,
Shaded by no sinful night;
Shed upon us from afar
Living beams of holy light:
When we reach our radiant home,
We shall know the Way we come.
Robert Montgomery. 1848.
1 Lord, should we leave Thy hallowed feet,
To whom should we repair?
Where else such holy comforts meet,
As spring eternal there 7
2 Earth has no fount of true delight,
No pure perennial stream;
And sorrow's storm, and death's long night,
Obscure life's brightest beam.
3 Unmingled joys 'tis Thine to give,
And undecaying peace;
For Thou canst teach us so to live,
That life shall never cease.
4 Thou only canst the cheering words
Of endless life ..".
Anointed of the Lord of lords,
The Son of God most high .
George Washington Doane. 1826.
224 C. M. 1 Thou art the Way: to Thee alone From sin and death we flee: And he who would the Father seek, Must seek Him, Lord, by Thee.
2 Thou art the Truth: Thy Word alone
Sound wisdom can impart:
Thou only canst inform the mind,
And purify the heart. , -
3 Thou art the Life: the rending tomb
Proclaims Thy conquering arm:
And those who put their trust in Thee,
Nor death nor hell shall harm.
4 Thou art the Way, the Truth, the Life:
Grant us that way to know,
That Truth to keep, that Life to win,
Whose joys eternal flow.
George W. Doane. 1826,
225 78. 1 Holy Jesus, Saviour blest, When by passion strong possest Through this world of sin we stray, Thou to guide us art the Way.
Holy Lord, when error's night
Dims and blinds our clouded sight,
Through the mists of sin to shine,
Thou dost rise, the Truth divine.
Holy Jesus, when our power
Fails us in temptation's hour,
All unequal to the strife,
Thou to aid us art the Life.
4 Who would reach the heavenly home,
Who would to the Father come,
Who the Father's presence see,
Jesus, he must come by Thee.