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3 Dwelling in His presence holy,
I at length shall reach the place
Where with all the saints in glory
I shall see His lovely face;
Nothing then but bliss forever:
I will leave my Jesus never !
4. Not the earth with all its treasure
Could content this soul of mine;
Not alone for heavenly pleasure
Doth my thirsty spirit pine;
For its Savior yearning ever:
I will leave my Jesus never !
5 From that living Fountain drinking,
Walking always at His side,
Christ shall lead me without sinking
Through the river's rushing tide,
With the blest to sing forever;
I will leave my Jesus never!
Tr. Christian Keymann. 1656.
477 Folget mir, ruft uns das Leben. 78.
1 SAvior, meet it is indeed
We should all Thy bidding heed:
Help us, make us strong and bold,
Firm and fast Thy grace to hold.
Moved by wondrous love divine,
For our life Thou gavest Thine;
And Thy precious outpoured Blood
Won for us the highest good.
2 Draw me up, my God, from hence:
Raise me high o'er earth and sense,
That I lose not Thee from sight,
Nor in life nor death, my Light !
In my soul's most deep recess
Let me cherish holiness;
Not for show or human praise,
But for Thy sake, all my days. 339
3 Grant me, Ilord, my heart's desire;
So my course to run, nor tire,
That my practised soul may prove
All Thy meekness, all Thy love.
Grant me here to trust Thy grace,
There with joy to see Thy face.
This in time my portion be,
That through all eternity.
From Miss Winkworth. 1855.
Tr. John Irist. 1644.
- L. M.
478 1 0 THou, to whose all-searching sight The darkness shineth as the light! Search, prove my heart; it pants for Thee: O burst these bonds, and set it free.
Wash out its stains, refine its dross;
Nail my affections to the Cross
Hallow each thought; let all within
Be clean, as Thou, my Lord, art clean.
If in this darksome wild I stray,
Be Thou my Light, be Thou my Way;
No foes, no violence I fear,
No fraud, while Thou, my God, art near.
4. When rising floods my soul o'erflow,
When sinks my heart in waves of woe,
Jesus, Thy timely aid impart,
And raise my head, and cheer my heart.
Savior, where'er Thy steps I see,
Dauntless, untired, I'd follow Thee;
0 let Thy hand support me still,
And lead me to Thy holy hill !
6 If rough and thorny be the way,
My strength proportion to my day;
Till toil and grief and pain shall cease,
Where all is calm, and joy, and peace.
John Wesley. 1739.
THE HEAVENIY SPIRIT. 479 L. M.
1 BEs Et with snares on every hand,
In life's uncertain path I stand:
Savior divine ! diffuse Thy light,
To guide my doubtful footsteps right.
2 Engage this roving treacherous heart
Wisely to choose the better part;
To scorn the trifles of a day,
For joys that none can take away.
3 Then let the wildest storms arise:
Let tempests mingle earth and skies:
No fatal shipwreck shall I fear,
But all my treasures with me bear.
4 If Thou, my Jesus, still be nigh,
Cheerful I live, and joyful die:
Secure, when mortal comforts flee,
To find ten thousand worlds in Thee.
. 480 John iv. 10, 14. L. M. 6 l.
1 Jesus, the Gift divine I know;
The Gift divine I ask of Thee;
The living Water now bestow,
Thy Spirit and Thyself, on me.
Thou, Lord, of life the Fountain art:
0 let me find Thee in my heart!
2 Thee let me drink, and thirst no more
For drops of finite happiness!
Spring up, O Well, in heavenly power,
In streams of pure perennial peace;
In joy, which none can take away,
In life, which shall forever stay.
C. Wesley. 1762.
4 Welcome, sweet hour of full discharge,
That sets our longing souls at large,
Unbinds our chain, breaks up our cell,
And gives us with our God to dwell.
5 To dwell with God, to feel His Love,
Is the full heaven enjoyed above;
And the sweet expectation now
Is the young dawn of heaven below.
484 7, 6, 7. 1 RISE, my soul, and stretch thy wings,
Thy better portion trace;
Rise from transitory things
Toward heaven, thy native place.
Sun, and moon, and stars decay;
Time shall soon this earth remove;
ise, my soul, and haste away
To seats prepared above.
Rivers to the ocean run,
Nor stay in all their course;
Fire ascending seeks the sun;
Both speed them to their source:
So a soul that’s born of God
Pants to view His glorious face;
Upward tends to His abode,
To rest in His embrace.
Cease, ye pilgrims, cease to mourn,
Press onward to the prize;
Soon your Savior will return,
Triumphant in the skies:
Yet a season, and you know
Happy entrance will be given;
All your sorrows left below,
And earth exchanged for heaven.
Robert Seagrave. 1748. a.
Heavenward still my thoughts shall run,
Till the gate of heaven I’ve won.
Frances Elizabeth Coac. 1841.
Tr. Benjamin Schmolk. 1731.
487 Trochaic 7, 6. Ach, uns wird das Herz so leer.
1 AH, this heart is void and chill, 'Mid earth's noisy thronging; For the Father's mansions still Earnestly is longing. 2 0 to be at home, and gain All for which we're sighing; From all earthly want and pain To be swiftly flying ! 3 With this load of sin and care Then no longer bending, But with waiting angels there -" On our Lord attending ! 4 Ah, how blessed, blessed they Who have rightly striven, And rejoice eternally With their Lord in heaven'
1 THE roseate hues of early dawn,
The brightness of the day,
The crimson of the sunset sky,
How fast they fade away !
0 for the pearly gates of heaven!
0 for the golden floor!
O for the Sun of Righteousness
That setteth nevermore :