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.

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[Watts. 1709. a.

C. M.

1 Mr 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.

O Deus, ego amo Te.

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;

C. M.

For me didst bear the nails and spear,
And manifold disgrace;

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!
1 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,
O 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.

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TRUST.

C. M.

10 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 keeps the narrow way
Till life's last hour is fled,

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.

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William Hiley Bathurst. 1830. a.

PSALM 62.

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.

L. M.

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?
4 Once has His awful voice declared,
Once 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.

Watts. 1719.

1 My Saviour, my almighty Friend,
When I begin Thy praise,

Where will the growing numbers end,
The numbers of Thy grace?

2 Thou art my everlasting Trust,
Thy goodness I adore;

And since I knew Thy graces first,
I speak Thy glories more.

3 My feet shall travel all the length
Of the celestial road,

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And march with courage in Thy strength,

To see my Father, God.

4 How will my lips rejoice to tell
The victories of my King?

My soul, redeemed from sin and hell,
Shall Thy salvation sing.

5 Awake, awake, my tuneful powers;
With this delightful song

I'll entertain the darkest hours,
Nor think the season long.

PSALM 73.

Watts. 1719.

1 GOD, my Supporter and my Hope,
My Help forever near!

Thine arm of mercy holds me up,
And saves me from despair.

C. M.

2 Thy counsels, Lord! shall guide my feet
Through this dark wilderness;

Thy hand conduct me near Thy seat,
To dwell before Thy face.

3 What if the springs of life were broke,
And flesh and heart should faint?

God is my soul's eternal Rock,

The Strength of every saint.

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4 Behold, the sinners, that remove
Far from Thy presence, die;
Not all the idol-gods they love

Can save them when they cry.

5 But to draw near to Thee, my God!
Shall be my sweet employ.

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My tongue shall sound Thy works abroad,
And tell the world my joy. Watts. 1719.a.

C. M.
1 AUTHOR of good! To Thee we turn:
Thine ever-wakeful eye

Alone can all our wants discern,
Thy hand alone supply.

20 let Thy love within us dwell,
Thy fear our footseps guide!
That love shall vainer loves expel,
That fear all fears beside.

3 And since, by passion's force subdued,
Too oft, with stubborn will,

We blindly shun the latent good,
And grasp the specious ill:

4 Not what we wish, but what we want,
Let mercy still supply:

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The good, unasked, let mercy grant,
The ill, though asked, deny.

James Merrick. d. 1769.

1 FATHER, to Thee my soul I lift;
My soul on Thee depends,
Convinced that every perfect gift
From Thee alone descends.

2 Mercy and grace are Thine alone,
And power and wisdom too;
Without the Spirit of Thy Son
We nothing good can do.

C. M.