Perish every fond ambition,
All I've sought, or hoped, or known, Yet how rich is my condition,
God and heaven are still my own!
2 Let the world despise and leave me;
They have left my Saviour too;
Human hearts and looks deceive me-
Thou art not, like them, untrue;
And while Thou shalt smile upon me,
God of wisdom, love, and might,
Foes may hate, and friends may shun me:
Show Thy face, and all is bright.
3 Man may trouble and distress me,-
"Twill but drive me to Thy breast.
Life with trials hard may press me,-
Heaven will bring me sweeter rest.
O! 'tis not in grief to harm me,
While Thy love is left to me!
O! 'twere not in joy to charm me,
Were that joy unmixed with Thee!
4 Soul, then know thy full salvation,
Rise o'er sin, and fear, and care;
Joy to find in every station
Something still to do or bear.
Think what Spirit dwells within thee!
What a Father's smile is thine!
What a Saviour died to win thee!
Child of Heaven! should'st thou repine?
ō Haste then on from grace to glory,
Armed by faith, and winged by prayer,
Heaven's eternal day's before thee,
God's own hand shall guide thee there!
Soon shall close thy earthly mission,
Swift shall pass thy pilgrim days,
Hope soon change to glad fruition,
Faith to sight, and prayer to praise !
ESUS is our common Lord,
He our loving Saviour is:
By His death to life restored,
Misery we exchange for bliss;
2 Bliss to carnal minds unknown:
O'tis more than tongue can tell!
Only to believers shown,
Glorious and unspeakable!
3 Christ, our Brother and our Friend,
Shows us His eternal love:
Never shall our triumphs end,
Till we take our seats above.
4 Let us walk with Him in white,
For our bridal day prepare,
For our partnership in light,
For our glorious meeting there!
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From the German of JOHN ANGELUS.
THEE will I love, my strength, my tower;
Thee will I love, my joy, my crown;
Thee will I love, with all my power,
In all Thy works, and Thee alone:
Thee will I love, till the pure fire
Fills my whole soul with chaste desire.
2 Ah! why did I so late Thee know,
Thee, lovelier than the sons of men!
Ah! why did I no sooner go
To Thee, the only ease in pain!
Ashamed I sigh, and inly mourn,
That I so late to Thee did turn.
3 In darkness willingly I strayed;
I sought Thee, yet from Thee I roved;
Farwide mywandering thoughts were spread;
Thy creatures more than Thee I loved;
And now, if more at length I see,
"Tis through Thy light, and comes from Thee!
4 I thank Thee, Uncreated Sun,
That Thy bright beams on me have shined;
I thank Thee, who hast overthrown
My foes, and healed my wounded mind;
I thank Thee, whose enlivening voice Bids my freed heart in Thee rejoice. 5 Uphold me in the doubtful race, Nor suffer me again to stray; Strengthen my feet, with steady pace Still to press forward in Thy way; My soul and flesh, O Lord of might, Fill, satiate with Thy heavenly light. 6 Give to mine eyes refreshing tears; Give to my heart chaste, hallowed fires; Give to my soul, with filial fears, The love that all heaven's host inspires: That all my powers, with all their might, Tn Thy sole glory may unite.
Whee will I love, my joy, my crown, ee will I love, my Lord, my God; ee will I love, beneath Thy frown, smile,-Thy sceptre, or Thy rod: What though my flesh and heart decay, Thee shall I love in endless day!
MY my ond death I feel,
soul, through my Redeemer's care,
Mine eyes from tears of dark despair,
My feet from falling into hell.
2 Wherefore to Him my feet shall run;
Mine eyes on His perfections gaze;
My soul shall live for God alone;
And all within me shout His praise.
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COME, Thou Fount of every blessing,
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace!
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some celestial measure,
Sung by ransomed hosts above;
O! the vast, the boundless treasure
Of my Lord's unchanging love!
2 Here I raise my Ebenezer ;
Hither, by Thy help, I'm come;
And I hope, by Thy good pleasure,
Safely to arrive at home.
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wandering from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger,
Interposed His precious blood.
3 O! to grace how great a debtor
Daily I'm constrained to be:
Let that grace, Lord, like a fetter,
Bind my wandering heart to Thee!
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it;
Prone to leave the God I love;
Take my heart,-O take and seal it,
Seal it from Thy courts above.
ET all men rejoice, By Jesus restored:
Walim up voice, and call Him our
His joy is to bless us, And free us from thrall;
From all that oppress us, He rescues us all. 2 Him Prophet, and King, And Priest we proclaim;
We triumph and sing Of Jesus's name: Poor sinners He teaches To show forth His praise,
And tell of the riches Of Jesus's grace.
3 No matter how dull The scholar whom He Takes into His school, And gives him to see; A wonderful fashion Of teaching He hath, And wise to salvation He makes us through faith.
4 The wayfaring men, Though fools, shall not stray,
His method so plain, So easy His way:
The simplest believer His promise may prove,
And drink of the river Of Jesus's love.
5 Poor outcasts of men, Whose souls were despised,
And left with disdain, By Jesus are prized; His gracious creation In us He makes known, And brings us salvation, And calls us His own. 88,86. or L.M.
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HOLY Saviour, Friend unseen,
The faint, the weak, on Thee may lean:
Help me, throughout life's varying scene,
By faith to cling to Thee!
2 Blest with communion so Divine,
Take what Thou wilt, shall I repine,
When, as the branches to the vine,
My soul may cling to Thee?
3 Without a murmur I dismiss
My former dreams of earthly bliss:
My joy, my recompense be this,
Each hour to cling to Thee!
4 What though the world deceitful prove,
And earthly friends and joys remove?
With patient, uncomplaining love,
Still would I cling to Thee!
5 Though faith and hope awhile be tried;
I ask not, need not, aught beside;
How safe, how calm, how satisfied,
The souls that cling to Thee!
6 They fear not life's rough storms to brave,
Since Thou art near, and strong to save;
Nor shudder e'en at death's dark wave;
Because they cling to Thee!
7 Blest is my lot, whate'er befall;
What can disturb me, who appal,
While as my strength, my rock, my all,
Saviour! I cling to Thee?
EAD of Thy Church triumphant!
H We joyfully adore Thee;
Till Thou appear, Thy members here
Shall sing like those in glory.
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