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2 O joy, all joys exceeding ! 4 Jesus, thou my only, rest, Thou Bread most heavenly,
O my Jesus, let me find thee; When I on thee am feeding,
Jesus, take me to thy breast, Thou dost me satisfy
With thy cords of love now bind me. With marrow and with fatness, Thou'rt the object of my mind, With comfort, joy and peace,
I am by thy love inflamed ; And fill'st my heart with gladness, Ev'ry good that can be named, Assuaging my distress.
Ev'ry bliss in thee I find. 3 Let me perceive thy friendly, Thy cheering countenance ;
5 May I of thy chosen bride Spread thro' my heart its kindly
Be a member chaste and holy; Enliv'ning influence.
Let me quite in thee confide; Without thee, gracious Saviour,
Cleave to thee and love thee solely: To live, is nought but pain;
Jesus, kindly me receive; T' enjoy thy love and favor,
Thine alone may I be called; Is happiness and gain.
Grant, that what hath me înthralled
May no longer me enslave. 4 Earth's glory to inherit, Is not what I desire:
6 Thou in grace hast look'd on me, My heav'nly minded spirit
And with precious gifts hast blessed; Glows with a nobler fire ;
Yet content I cannot be, Where Christ himself appeareth Till I am of thee possessed. In brightest majesty,
Jesus, now upon me shine, For me a place prepareth,
Jesus, be my Sun resplendent, There, there I long to be.
Jesus, be my joy transcendent,
Jesus, be thou ever mine!
I'LL glory in nothing but only in He alone is my delight,
Jesus, He my soul hath captivated, As wounded and bruised from sin to With his love I'm penerated;
release us: He hath overcome me quite. For he is my Refuge, to him I'll cleave 2 Round his pierced feet I'll cling,
solely, Him I seek with love most tender; Thus can I, like Enoch, in this world And accurs'd be ev'ry thing,
Which my seeking him would binder. 2 What tho' the world foameth and Tell me nought of worldly fame, Tell me nought of earthly treasure, I in my dear crucify'd Jesus will
rageth with fury, Would
you please in any measure, Tell me of his lovely name.
Beside him my Saviour I'll know 3 But himself I'must behold,
nothing ever, To him I will make confession: From whom neither trials, nor death My defects are manifold,
shall sever. But I trust to his compassion. For I cannot, will not rest,
3 My Saviour takes notice of hearts Till I've found my dearest Saviour, for him pining,
Till he looks on me in favor, He soothes their distress who on him Till he grants me my request,
are reclining; R
All this I've experienc'd, I therefore 5 With my Jesus I will stay, will hold him,
my soul preserves and feedeth; I never will leave him, my faith shall He, the Life, the Truth, the Way, infold him.
Me to living waters leadeth: 4 My Jesus is always desirous to meet Christ, I'll never part with thee!
Blessed, who can say with me, me, Abounding in love, and in mercy to greet me.
407.* T. 22. Above all I love him, for he is my trea- DEAR Jesus, when I think on thee,
sure, I humbly adore him and serve him Thy blest remembrance yields delight,
My heart for joy doth leap ip me; with pleasure.
Till faith is changed into sight. 5 My heart's fix'd on Jesus, whose 2 When thou art near, I must confess, love is so tender,
I feel a bliss I can't express : My life and my all unto him I surren- Thy love, my Saviour, ne'er can cloy, der;
Fountain of bliss, and source of joy. He is and remaineth my heart's meditation,
3 Let me by faith behold thy face, My faith's only object, till my con- Still taste thy love, and share thy grace; summation,
Still let my tongue resound thy name,
4 Thy love and mercies all exceed;
The more I on these dainties feed, .
The more my eager soul is bent JESUS will I never leave,
To live but in this element.He's the God of my salvation; 5 Blest Jesus, what delicious fare, Thro' his merits I receive
How sweet thy entertainments are ! Pardon, life and consolation :
Never did angels taste above All the powers of my mind,
Redeeming grace and dying love. To my Saviour be resign'd. 2 Nought on earth can satisfy
408.* T. 11. One desire which God inspireth,
DEAREST. Jesus, come to me, *Only Jesus can supply
And abide eternally ;
Friend of needy sinners, come,
Fill and make my heart thy home. 3 He is mine, and I am his,
2 Oftentimes for thee I sigh, Join'd with him in close communion; Nothing else can give me joy;
This And his bitter passion is
still my cry to thee: The foundation of this union;
Dearest Jesus, come to me! : Full of hopes, which never yield, 3 Should I in earth's pleasures roll, Firm on him, my Rock, I build. None could satisly my soul; 4 the happy hours I spend
Thee, O Jesus! I adore, With him in blest conversation!
Thou’rt my pleasure evermore.
Full of grace, peace, and salvation; My beloved Friend,
412* T. 45
13 As Mary ador'd GRACIOUS Redeemer, thou hast me
Her Master and Lord,
When her thou didst greet, Το come to thee invited ;
And deeply abas'd she embraced thy Thy love, to love thee ardently
4 As Thomas with awe,
His Saviour avow'd,–And cry'd with Thy-wounds, and bitter passion,
conviction,“ My Lord and my God!" Now melt and captivate my heart,
5 As Peter reply'd, And prompt my adoration.
His love being try'd, 3. The fire of love that burns within, "My heartthou dost prove,-Lord, thou Is that divine impression,
knowest all things, thou know'st that That thou didst suffer for my sin,
A clearer display 410.*
Obtain of thy grace ;-Thus my love Tis evident that Jesus loves,
O Jesus ! to thee will increase. His death for us this fully proves ; He lov'd the world, a sinful race, He loves the church, his flock of grace, Whatsplendidraysoftruth & grace, He loveth children, yea he loveth me All other lights excelling, Who nought deserr'd but endless mis- I perceive, when Jesus Christ ery.
Makes my heart his dwelling! 2 O may
I in his loye be blest, 2. He blesseth me--so sensibly, Like John, reclining on his breast; That spirit, soul and body, And oft, like humble Magdalen, Can in him my Saviour joy, Adore the Friend of sinful men, Tho' quite poor and needy. With lunging heart attending at his
3 His looks of grace-insure always "feet,
To me my heav'nly calling: Till with a gracious look from him I
Am I weak, his hand preserves meet.
Me his child from falling. 3 I'll weep whene'er he's not to me
4 My earnest pray's-while absent here What a most cordial friend can be;
From him my soul's Beloved, Do I not always feel him nigh,
Is, that my heart's confidence And his reviving grace enjoy,
In him be unmoved. Do I not in his sweet communion live,
5 Could I with him--spend all my time, Nought else to my poor soul can com
In constant love's fruition,
Infinitely happy then 411. T. 4
Would be .
condition, WHEN duly I weigh,
6 Whene'er I mourn--and humbly turn How much day by day
For comfort to my Jesus, Theę, Lord, I havet ry's, -My Friend I have never failing proofs ever faithful, who for me hast dy'd ;
That he's near and gracious. 2. I own the fault mine :
17 They whoalways-our Saviour's face Thy patience divine,
Seek upon each occasion, Which clearly I trace-With tears fills Never fail to be refresh'd my eyes, with shame covers my face, With his consolation.
413.* f. 167.
415. 1. 11. O COULD we but love that Saviour, HARK, my soul! it is the Lord;
Who loves us so ardently, 'Tis thy Saviour, hear his word; As we ought, our souls would
Jesus.speaks, and speaks to thee, Full of joy and comfort be!
Say, poor sinner, lov'st thou me por If we, by his love excited,
2 “ I deliver'd thee, when bound, Could ourselves and all forget,
“And when wounded heal'd thy wound; Then, with Jesus Christ united,
s Sought thee wand'ring, set thee right, We should heav'n anticipate !
or Turn'd thy darkness into light. 2 Did but Jesus' love and merit
3 - Can a woman's tender care Fill our hearts both night and day,
• Cease towards the child she bare? And the unction of his Spirit “ Yea, she may forgetful be,
All our thoughts and actions sway! " Yet will I remember thee. O might all of us be ready
4 " Mine is an unchanging lově, Cheerfully to testify, How our spirit, soul and body,
Higher than the heights above, Do in God our Saviour joy!
“ Deeper than the depths beneath,
“ Free and faithful, strong as death. 414. T. 14.
5 « Thou shalt see my glory soon,
- When the work of grace is done, TEN thousand talents once I ow'd,
« Partner of my throne shalt be; And nothing had to pay;
"Say, poor sinner, lov'st thou me?" But Jesus freed me from the load, And wash'd my debt away.
6 Lord, it is my chief complaint,
love is weak and faint ; 2 Yet since the Lord forgave my sin, Yet I love thee, and adore,
And blotted out my score; Oh for grace to love thee more!
416. T. 14. 3 My guilt is cancell'd quite, I know, TEACH me yet more oftly blest ways, And satisfaction made;
Thou slaughter'd Lamb of God! But the vast debt of love I owe , And fix and root me in the grace Can never be repaid.
So dearly bought with blood. 4 The love I owe for sin forgiv'n, 2 O tell me often of each wound, For power to believe,
Of ev'ry grief and pain; For present peace, and promis'd heav'n, And let my heart with joy confess, No angel can conceive.
From hence comes all my gain. 5 Thatloveofthine, thou singers’Friend, 3 For thee, O may I freely count Witness thy bleeding heart!
Whate'er I have but loss;
Compar'd with thee, bút dross. 6 Nay more, the poor returns I make 4 Engrave this deeply in my heart, I first from thee obtain ;
That thou for me wast slain;
Return thy love again. 7 'Tis well-it shall my glory be, 5 But who can pay that mighty debt,
(Let who will boast their store) : Or equal love like thine ? In time and in eternity,
My heart, by nature cold and dead, To owe thee more and more.
To thankfulness incline.
Foll'wing the example
Of Christ their Saviour, As thou th' áccursed tree
In all their actions, words, and whole upon Wast stain for my transgression :
Show love to him. *I'm glad, and grateful tears bedew My cheeks, when I in spirit view
Thy death and bitter passion! This gives the impulse, Lord that I
419.* In truth can love thee heartily, My love to thee thou knowest best;
WHAT causeth me to mourn, is this: But yet defective 'tis confest ; My warmest love not equal is Thou highest Good! [flood, To my heart's inclination; Thy precious blood-that cleansing The more I love, the more I feel, Claims that my love moreardent glow'd. I should far better love thee still,
Thou God of
Thus my love will be increasing.
XXIII, Of Brotherly Love and Union of Spirit.
7 Jesus, all our souls inspire,
Fill us with love's sacred fire, THEY who Jesus' foll'wers are, Thus will all in us perceive And enjoy his Shepherd-care, That we in thy name believe. By a mutual, hearty love
8 May it to the world appear, Their belief in Jesus prove.
That we thy disciples are, 2 From their being join'd in one,
By our loving mutually,
By our being one in thee.
421. T. 22. 3 None in his own wisdom trusts, BEHOLD Us, Lord, rough stones we are, None of his attainments boasts, Yet for thy building us prepare; Each his brother doth esteem, Reject not one of us, we pray, And bimself the meanest deem.
Thy Spirit's voice may we obey. 4 They're delighted, when they all 2 O may thy flock still more increase With one voice on Jesus call; In mutual love, and perfect peace; And when fitly, without strife, In harmony, with fervent zeal, Each his duty doth in life.
Serve thee, and do thy holy will. 5 Meek they are to all mankind, 3 Lord, grant us a forgiving mind, To good offices inclin'd,
To patience and to peace inclin’d, Ready; when revil'd, to bless, That we may with each other beat; Studious of the public peace. To cherish love be all our care. 6 Tender pity, love sincere
4 Tender compassion may we show, To their enemies they bear ;
Share in each others weal and woe, And, as Christ affords them light, With those who joyful are, rejoice, Order all their steps aright.
And with the weeping sympathisc.