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4 “Mine is an unchanging Love,
Higher than, the heights above,
Deeper than the depths beneath,
Free and faithful, strong as death.
5 “Thou shalt see My glory soon,
When the work of grace is done;
Partner of My throne shalt be;
Say, poor sinner, lovest thou Me?”
6 Lord, it is my chief complaint,
That my love is weak and faint:
Yet I love Thee and adore;
0 for grace to love Thee more!
William Cowper. 1779. 423 Liebe, die Du mich zum Bilde, 8, 7, 7.
1 Lord, Thine image Thou didst lend me,
In Thy never-fading Love;
When I fell, yet Thou didst send me
Full Redemption from above.
Sacred Love, I long to be
Thine to all eternity
2 Love, who hast for me enduréd
All the pains of death and hell;
Love, whose sufferings have procuréd
More for me than tongue can tell;
Love almighty and divine,
I would be forever Thine !
3 Love, my Life and my Salvation,
Light and Truth, eternal Word!
Thou alone dost consolation
To my sinking soul afford.
Sacred Love, I long to be
Thine to all eternity!
4 Love, who will hereafter raise me
From the grave and bed of dust;
Love, whose final zeal arrays me
Desire in vain its depths to see;
They cannot reach the mystery,
The length, and breadth, and height.
3 God only knows the Love of God; o O that it now were shed abroad - In this poor stony heart! -* For love !". for love I pine; This only portion, Lord, be mine, Be mine this better part.
4 0 that I could forever sit
With Mary at the Master's feet!
Be this my happy choice;
My only care, delight, and bliss,
My joy, my heaven on earth, be this,
To hear the Bridegroom's voice.
1 My God, my Portion, and my Love,
My everlasting All!
I've none but Thee in heaven above,
Or on this earthly ball.
2 In vain the bright meridian sun
Scatters his feeble light;
Thy brighter beams create my noon;
If Thou withdraw, 'tis night.
3 To Thee I owe my wealth and friends,
And health, and safe abode.
Thanks to Thy Name for meaner things;
But they are not my God.
4 If I possessed the spacious earth,
And called the stars my own;
Without Thy graces and Thyself,
I were a wretch undone.
5 Let others stretch their arms like seas,
And grasp in all the shore;
Grant me to see Thy blissful face,
And I desire no more. [Watts. 1709. a.
431 C. M. 1 My God, the Spring of all my joys, The Life of my delights, The Glory of my brightest days, And Comfort of my nights
2 In darkest shades, if He appear,
My dawning is begun;
He is my soul's bright Morning-Star,
And He my rising Sun.
3 The opening heavens around me shine
With beams of sacred bliss,
When Jesus shows His heart is mine,
And whispers, I am His.
4 My soul would leave this heavy clay
At that transporting word,
Run up with joy the shining way,
To see and praise my Lord.
5 Fearless of hell and ghastly death,
I’d break through every foe;
The wings of love and arms of faith
Would bear me conqueror through.
Watts. 1709. a.
4.32 0 Deus, ego amo Te. C. M. 1 My God, I love Thee; not because I hope for heaven thereby; Nor because they who love Thee not Must burn eternally.
2 Thou, O my Jesus ! Thou didst me
Upon the Cross embrace;
For me didst bear the nails and spear,
3 And griefs and torments numberless, And sweat of agony; Even death itself—and all for one Who was Thine enemy. 4 Then why, O blessed Jesus Christ! - Should I not love Thee well? Not for sake of winning heaven, Or of escaping hell; 5 Not with the hope of gaining aught; Not seeking a reward; But as Thyself hast lovéd me, 0 ever loving Lord! 6 E'en so I love Thee, and will love, And in Thy praise will sing; Solely because Thou art my God, And my eternal King. Edward, Caswall. 1848. Tr. Francis Xavier. d. 1552.
TRUST. 4.3.3 C. M. 1 0 for a Faith that will not shrink, Though prest by many a foe; That will not tremble on the brink Of poverty or woe;
2 That will not murmur nor complain
Beneath the chastening rod :
But in the hour of grief or pain
Can lean upon its God.
3. A faith that shines more bright and clear
When tempests rage without;
That when in danger knows no fear,
In darkness feels no doubt:
4 That bears unmoved the world's dread frown,
Nor heeds its scornful smile;
That sin's wild ocean cannot drown,
Nor Satan's arts beguile:
5 A faith that o: the narrow way
Till life's last hour is fled, s
And with a pure and heavenly ray
Lights up a dying bed.
6 Lord, give us such a faith as this,
And then whate'er may come,
We'll taste even here the hallowed bliss
Of an eternal home.
William Hiley Bathurst. 1830. a.
434 . PSALM 62. L. M. 1 My spirit looks to God alone: My rock and refuge is His throne: In all my fears; in all my straits, My soul on His salvation waits.
2 Trust Him, ye saints, in all your ways,
Pour out your hearts before His face:
When helpers fail, and foes invade,
God is our all-sufficient Aid.
3 Make not increasing gold your trust,
Nor set your heart on glittering dust.
Why will you grasp the fleeting smoke,
And not believe what God hath spoke 2
4. Once has His awful voice declared,
Onee and again my ears have heard:
“All power is His eternal due;
He must be feared and trusted too.”
5 For sovereign power reigns not alone;
Grace is a partner of the throne:
Thy grace and justice, mighty Lord!
Shall well divide our last reward.