286 Ortonville. C.M.
(590) Christ Incomparable.
Majestic sweetness sits enthroned
Upon the Savior's brow;
His head with radiant glories crowned,
His lips with grace o'erflow.
2 No mortal can with him compare
Among the sons of men;
Fairer is he, than all the fair
Who fill the heavenly train.
3 He saw me plunged in deep distress,
And flew to my relief;
For me he bore the shameful cross,
And carried all my grief.
4 To heaven, the place of his abode,
He brings my weary feet;
Shows me the glories of my God,
And makes my joys complete.
Samuel Stennett, 1787.
287 Ortonville. C.M.
(591) Christ Jesus, All in All.
I've found the pearl of greatest price!
My heart doth sing for joy;
And sing I must, for Christ is mine!
Christ shall my song employ.
2 Christ is my Prophet, Priest, and King;
My Prophet full of light,
My great High Priest before the throne,
My King of heavenly might.
3 Christ is my peace; he died for me,
For me he gave his blood;
And, as my wondrous Sacrifice,
Offered himself to God.
4 Christ Jesus is my All in All,--
My Comfort, and my Love;
My Life below, and he shall be
My Joy and Crown above.
John Mason, 1683. a.
288 Ortonville. C.M.
(588) Invitation to Praise the Redeemer.
Oh, for a thousand tongues, to sing
My great Redeemer's praise,
The glories of my God and King
The triumphs of his grace.
2 My gracious Master, and my God,
Assist me to proclaim--
To spread, through all the earth abroad,
The honors of thy name.
3 Jesus! the name that charms our fears,
That bids our sorrows cease;
'Tis music in the sinner's ears,
'Tis life, and health, and peace.
4 He breaks the power of canceled sin,
He sets the pris'ner free:
His blood can make the foulest clean--
His blood availed for me.
5 He speaks--and, list'ning to his voice
New life the dead receive;
The mournful, broken hearts rejoice,
The humble poor believe.
6 Hear him, ye deaf; his praise, ye dumb,
Your loosened tongues employ;
Ye blind, behold your Savior come;
And leap, ye lame, for joy.
Charles Wesley, 1740.
289 Henry. C.M.
(596) Praise to Christ.
Come, let us all unite to praise
The Savior of mankind;
Our thankful hearts in solemn lays
Be with our voices joined.
2 O Lord! we cannot silent be;
By love we are constrained
To offer our best thanks to thee,
Our Savior, and our Friend.
3 Let every tongue thy goodness show,
And spread abroad thy fame;
Let every heart with praise o'erflow,
And bless thy sacred name.
4 Worship and honor, thanks and love,
Be to our Jesus given,
By men below, by hosts above,
By all in earth and heaven.
Martin Madan (?), 1760.
290 Cambridge. C.M.
(206) The Incarnation.
Awake, awake, the sacred song,
To our incarnate Lord;
Let every heart and every tongue
Adore th' eternal Word.
2 That awful Word, that sovereign Power,
By whom the worlds were made;
Oh, happy morn--illustrious hour--
Was once in flesh arrayed.
3 To dwell with misery here below,
The Savior left the skies,
And sunk to wretchedness and woe,
That worthless man might rise.
4 Adoring angels tuned their songs,
To hail the joyful day;
With rapture, then, let human tongues
Their grateful worship pay.
Anne Steele, 1760
291 St. Agnes. C.M.
(548) Jesus Our Joy.
Jesus, the very tho't of thee
With sweetness fills my breast;
But sweeter far thy face to see,
And in thy presence rest.
2 Nor voice can sing, nor heart can frame,
Nor can the mem'ry find
A sweeter sound than thy blest name,
O Savior of mankind!
3 Oh, hope of ev'ry contrite heart!
Oh, joy of all the meek!
To those who fall, how kind thou art!
How good to those who seek.
4 And those who find thee, find a bliss
Nor tongue nor pen can show;
The love of Jesus, what it is
None but his loved ones know.
5 Jesus! our only joy be thou,
As thou our prize wilt be;
Jesus! be thou our glory now,
And through eternity.
Bernard of Clairvaux, 1140. Tr. F. Caswall, 1848.
292 St. Agnes. C.M.
(551) All-Absorbing Love.
O Jesus, Jesus, dearest Lord!
Forgive me, if I say,
For very love, thy sacred name
A thousand times a day.
2 I love thee so, I know not how
My transports to control;
Thy love is like a burning fire
Within my very soul.
3 Oh, wonderful! that thou should'st let
So vile a heart as mine
Love thee with such a love as this,
And make so free with thine!
4 O Light in darkness, Joy in grief!
O Heaven begun on earth!
Jesus my Love, my Treasure! who
Can tell what thou art worth?
5 O Jesus, Jesus, sweetest Lord!
What art thou not to me?
Each hour brings joys before unknown,
Each day new liberty.
Frederick Wm. Faber, 1848.
293 St. Agnes. C.M.
(545) Supreme Love to Christ.
Do not I love thee, oh, my Lord?
Behold my heart, and see;
And turn each worthless idol out,
That dares to rival thee.
2 Do not I love thee, from my soul?
Then let me nothing love;
Dead be my heart to every joy,
Which thou dost not approve.
3 Is not thy name melodious still,
To mine attentive ear?
Doth not each pulse with pleasure thrill
My Savior's voice to hear?
4 Thou know'st I love thee, dearest Lord!
But, oh! I long to soar
Far from the sphere of mortal joys,
And learn to love thee more.
Philip Doddridge, 1750.
294 How I Love Jesus. C.M.
(537) The Dearest Name.
There is a name I love to hear,
I love to sing its worth;
It sounds like music in mine ear,
The sweetest name on earth.
CHO.--Oh, how I love Jesus,
Oh, how I love Jesus,
Oh, how I love Jesus,
Because he first loved me.
2 It tells me of a Savior's love,
Who died to set me free;
It tells me of his precious blood,
The sinner's perfect plea.
3 It tells me what my Father hath
In store for every day,
And, though I tread a darksome path,
Yields sunshine all the way.
4 It tells of One, whose loving heart
Can feel my deepest woe,
Who in each sorrow bears a part,
That none can bear below.
Frederick Whitfield, 1859.
295 How I Love Jesus. C.M.
(538) The Precious Name.
How sweet the name of Jesus sounds
In a believer's ear;
It soothes his sorrow, heals his wounds,
And drives away his fear.
2 It makes the wounded spirit whole,
And calms the troubled breast;
'Tis manna to the hungry soul,
And to the weary, rest.
3 Dear Name, the rock on which I build,
My shield and hiding-place;
My never-failing treasure, filled
With boundless stores of grace.
4 Jesus, my Shepherd, Savior, Friend,
My Prophet, Priest, and King,
My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End,
Accept the praise I bring.
5 I would thy boundless love proclaim
With every fleeting breath,
So shall the music of thy name
Refresh my soul in death.
John Newton, 1779
296 Webb. 7s & 6s. D.
The Joyful Prospect.
Oh, when shall I see Jesus,
And reign with him above?
And drink the flowing fountain
Of everlasting love?
When shall I be delivered
From this vain world of sin?
And with my blessed Jesus
Drink endless pleasures in?
2 But now I am a soldier,
My Captain's gone before;
He's given me my orders,
And tells me not to fear;
And if I hold out faithful,
A crown of life he'll give,
And all his valiant soldiers
Eternal life shall have.
3 Through grace I am determined
To conquer, though I die,
And then away to Jesus
On wings of love I'll fly!
Farewell to sin and sorrow,
I bid them all adieu;
And you, my friends, prove faithful,
And on your way pursue.
4 Oh! do not be discouraged,
For Jesus is your friend;
And if you lack for knowledge,
He'll not forget to lend:
Neither will he upbraid you,
Though often you request;
He'll give you grace to conquer,
And take you home to rest.
Anon.
297 Webb. 7s & 6s, D.
(622) Praise to the Savior.
To thee, my God and Savior!
My heart exulting sings,
Rejoicing in thy favor,
Almighty King of kings!
I'll celebrate thy glory,
With all thy saints above,
And tell the joyful story
Of thy redeeming love.
2 Soon as the morn with roses
Bedecks the dewy east,
And when the sun reposes
Upon the ocean's breast;
My voice, in supplication,
Well-pleased thou shalt hear:
Oh! grant me thy salvation,
And to my soul draw near.
3 By thee, through life supported,
I pass the dangerous road,
With heavenly hosts escorted,
Up to their bright abode;
There, cast my crown before thee.--
Now, all my conflicts o'er,--
And day and night adore thee:--
What can an angel more?
Thomas Haweis, 1792.
298 Heavenly King. 7s. D.
(612) Rejoicing on the Way.
Children of the heavenly King,
As we journey let us sing;
Sing our Savior's worthy praise,
Glorious in his works and ways.
We are trav'ling home to God,
In the way our fathers trod;
They are happy now, and we
Soon their happiness shall see.
2 Fear not, brethren; joyful stand
On the borders of our land;
Jesus Christ, our Father's Son,
Bids us undismayed go on.
Lord! obediently we'll go,
Gladly leaving all below:
Only thou our Leader be,
And we still will follow thee.
John Cennick, 1742.
299 Atoning Lamb. 7s.
(575) Delight in Christ.
Earth has nothing sweet or fair,
Lovely forms or beauties rare,
But before my eyes they bring
Christ, of beauty Source and Spring.
2 When the morning paints the skies,
When the golden sunbeams rise,
Then my Savior's form I find
Brightly imaged on my mind.
3 When the day-beams pierce the night,
Oft I think on Jesus' light,--
Think,--how bright that light will be,
Shining through eternity.
4 When, as moonlight softly steals,
Heaven its thousand eyes reveals,
Then I think;--who made their light
Is a thousand times more bright.
5 When I see, in spring-tide gay,
Fields their varied tints display,
Wakes the thrilling thought in me,
What must their Creator be?
6 Lord of all that's fair to see!
Come, reveal thyself to me;
Let me, 'mid thy radiant light,
See thine unveiled glories bright.
Ger. Johann Scheffler, 1657.
Tr. Frances Elizabeth Cox, 1841.
300 Luther. S.M.
(349) The Song of the Seraphs.
Crown him with many crowns,
The Lamb upon his throne;
Hark! how the heavenly anthem drowns
All music but its own!
2 Awake, my soul! and sing
Of him who died for thee;
And hail him as thy matchless King,
Through all eternity.
3 Crown him, the Lord of love!
Behold his hands and side,
Rich wounds, yet visible above
In beauty glorified.
4 Crown him, the Lord of peace!
Whose power a scepter sways,
From pole to pole, that wars may cease,
Absorbed in prayer and praise.
5 Crown him, the Lord of years!
The Potentate of time;
Creator of the rolling spheres,
Ineffably sublime!
Matthew Bridges, 1852.
301 Luther. S.M.
(350) The Song of Moses and the Lamb.
Awake, and sing the song
Of Moses and the Lamb;
Wake, every heart, and every tongue!
To praise the Savior's name.
2 Sing of his dying love;
Sing of his rising power;
Sing how he intercedes above
For those whose sins he bore.
3 Sing on your heavenly way,
Ye ransomed sinners! sing;
Sing on, rejoicing, every day,
In Christ, th' eternal King.
4 Soon shall ye hear him say,
"Ye blessed children! come;"
Soon will he call you hence away,
And take his wanderers home.
William Hammond, 1745.
Altered by Martin Madan, 1760.
302 Greenwood. S.M.
(562) Living to God.
Bless'd be thy love, dear Lord!
That taught us this sweet way,
Only to love thee for thyself,
And for that love obey.
2 Oh, thou, our soul's chief Hope!
We to thy mercy fly;
Where'er we are, thou canst protect,
Whate'er we need, supply.
3 Whether we sleep or wake,
To thee we both resign;
By night we see, as well as day,
If thy light on us shine.
4 Whether we live or die,
Both we submit to thee;
In death we live, as well as life,
If thine in death we be.
John Austin, 1668.
303 Ariel. C.P.M.
(623) Christ's Character Appreciated.
Oh, could I speak the matchless worth,
Oh! could I sound the glories forth,
Which in my Savior shine!
I'd soar and touch the heav'nly strings,
And vie with Gabriel while he sings,
In notes almost divine.
2 I'd sing the precious blood he spilt,
My ransom from the dreadful guilt,
Of sin and wrath divine;
I'd sing his glorious righteousness,
In which all-perfect heav'nly dress
My soul shall ever shine.
3 I'd sing the characters he bears,
And all the forms of love he wears,
Exalted on his throne;
In loftiest songs of sweetest praise,
I would to everlasting days,
Make all his glories known.
4 Well--the delightful day will come,
When he, dear Lord! will bring me home,
And I shall see his face:
There, with my Savior, brother, friend,
A blessed eternity I'll spend,
Triumphant in his grace.
Samuel Medley, 1789.
304 Federal Street. L.M.
Ashamed of Me.
Jesus! and shall it ever be,
A mortal man ashamed of thee!
Ashamed of thee, whom angels praise,
Whose glories shine thro' endless days.
2 Ashamed of Jesus! sooner far
Let evening blush to own a star;
He sheds the beams of light divine
O'er this benighted soul of mine.
3 Ashamed of Jesus! that dear Friend
On whom my hopes of heaven depend!
No; when I blush, be this my shame,
That I no more revere his name.
4 Ashamed of Jesus! yes, I may,
When I've no guilt to wash away;
No tear to wipe, no good to crave,
No fears to quell, no soul to save.
5 Till then--nor is my boasting vain--
Till then, I boast a Savior slain!
And, oh, may this my glory be
That Christ is not ashamed of me!
Joseph Grigg, 1765. Ab. and alt.
305 Federal Street. L.M.
(509) All-Engrossing Love.
Jesus! my heart within me burns,
To tell thee all its conscious love;
And from earth's low delight it turns,
To taste a joy like that above.
2 When thou to me dost condescend,
In love divine, thou blessed One,
The moments that with thee I spend,
Seem e'en as Heaven itself begun.
3 Though oft these lips my love have told,
They still the story would repeat;
To me the rapture ne'er grows old,
That thrills me, bending at thy feet.
4 I breathe my words into thine ear;
I seem to fix mine eyes on thine;
And sure that thou dost wait to hear,
I dare in faith to call thee mine.
5 Reign thou sole Sovereign of my heart;
My all I yield to thy control;
Oh! let me never from thee part,
Thou best Beloved of my soul!
Ray Palmer, 1869.
306 Federal Street. L.M.
(603) The Song of Songs.
Come, let us sing the song of songs,
With hearts and voices swell the strain;
The homage which to Christ belongs;--
"Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain!"
2 Slain to redeem us by his blood,
To cleanse from every sinful stain;
And make us kings and priests to God:
"Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain!"
3 To him who suffered on the tree,
Our souls, at his soul's price, to gain,
Blessing, and praise, and glory be!--
"Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain!"
4 Come, Holy Spirit! from on high,
Our faith, our hope, our love sustain,
Living to sing, and dying cry,--
"Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain!"
James Montgomery, 1853.
307 New Haven. 6s & 4s.
(587) Looking to Jesus.
My faith looks up to thee,
Thou Lamb of Calvary;
Savior divine;
Now hear me while I pray;
Take all my guilt away;
O, let me, from this day,
Be wholly thine.
2 May thy rich grace impart
Strength to my fainting heart;
My zeal inspire;
As thou hast died for me,
Oh! may my love to thee
Pure, warm, and changeless be,
A living fire!
3 While life's dark maze I tread,
And griefs around me spread,
Be thou my Guide;
Bid darkness turn to day,
Wipe sorrow's tears away,
Nor let me ever stray
From thee aside.
4 When ends life's transient dream,
When death's cold, sullen stream
Shall o'er me roll,
Blest Savior! then, in love,
Fear and distrust remove;
Oh! bear me safe above,
A ransomed soul!
Ray Palmer, 1830.
308 New Haven. 6s & 4s.
(586) Jesus, My Lord.
Jesus, thy name I love,
All other names above,
Jesus, my Lord!
Oh, thou art all to me!
Nothing to please I see,
Nothing apart from thee,
Jesus, my Lord!
2 When unto thee I flee,
Thou wilt my refuge be,
Jesus, my Lord!
What need I now to fear?
What earthly grief or care,
Since thou art ever near,
Jesus, my Lord!
3 Soon thou wilt come again!
I shall be happy then,
Jesus, my Lord!
Then thine own face I'll see,
Then I shall like thee be,
Then evermore with thee,
Jesus, my Lord!
J.G. Deck, 1837.
309 Every Day and Hour. P.M.
Nearness to Christ.
Savior, more than life to me,
I am clinging, clinging close to thee;
Let thy precious blood applied,
Keep me ever, ever near thy side.
CHO.--Every day, every hour,
Let me feel thy cleansing power;
May thy tender love to me;
Bind me closer, closer, Lord, to thee.
2 Thro' this changing world below,
Lead me gently, gently as I go;
Trusting thee, I cannot stray,
I can never, never lose my way.
3 Let me love thee more and more,
Till this fleeting, fleeting life is o'er;
Till my soul is lost in love,
In a brighter, brighter world above.
Fanny J. Crosby.
310 Bethany. 6s & 4s.
(584) Love to Christ Desired.
More love to thee, O Christ,
More love to thee!
Hear thou the prayer I make
On bended knee:
This is my earnest plea--
More love, O Christ, to thee!
More love to thee!
2 Once earthly joy I craved--
Sought peace and rest;
Now thee alone I seek:
Give what is best.
This all my prayer shall be--
More love, O Christ, to thee;
More love to thee!
3 Then shall my latest breath
Whisper thy praise;
This be the parting cry
My heart shall raise--
This still its prayer shall be,
More love, O Christ, to thee!
More love to thee!
Mrs. E.P. Prentiss, 1869.
311 Bethany. 6s & 4s.
(709) Nearer to God.
Nearer, my God, to thee,
Nearer to thee;
E'en though it be a cross
That raiseth me.
Still all my song shall be
Nearer, my God, to thee,--
Nearer to thee.
2 Though like the wanderer
The sun gone down,
Darkness be over me,
My rest a stone,
Yet, in my dreams, I'd be
Nearer, my God! to thee,--
Nearer to thee.
3 There let the way appear,
Steps unto heaven;
All that thou send'st to me,
In mercy given;
Angels to beckon me
Nearer, my God! to thee,--
Nearer to thee.
4 Or if, on joyful wing,
Cleaving the sky,
Sun, moon, and stars forgot,
Upward I fly,
Still all my song shall be,
Nearer, my God! to thee,--
Nearer to thee.
Mrs. Sarah Flower Adams, 1841.
312 Hope. 6s & 4s.
(582) Parting with the World.
Fade, fade, each earthly joy,
Jesus is mine:
Break ev'ry mortal tie;
Jesus is mine.
Dark is the wilderness,
Distant the resting-place;
Jesus alone can bless,
Jesus is mine.
2 Tempt not my soul away:
Jesus is mine:
Here would I ever stay;
Jesus is mine:
Perishing things of clay,
Born but for one brief day!
Pass from my heart away,
Jesus is mine.
3 Farewell, ye dreams of night!
Jesus is mine:
Mine is a dawning bright,
Jesus is mine:
All that my soul has tried,
Left but a dismal void;
Jesus has satisfied;
Jesus is mine.
4 Farewell, mortality!
Jesus is mine:
Welcome, eternity!
Jesus is mine:
Welcome, ye scenes of rest!
Welcome, ye mansions blest!
Welcome a Savior's breast;
Jesus is mine.
Mrs. Horatius Bonar, 1845.
313 Hendon. 7s.
Jesus a Joy.
Ask ye what great thing I know
That delights and stirs me so?
What the high reward I win?
Whose the name I glory in?
Jesus Christ, the crucified.
2 What is faith's foundation strong?
What awakes my lips to song?
He who bore my sinful load,
Purchased for me peace with God;
Jesus Christ, the crucified.
3 Who is life in life to me?
Who the death of death will be?
Who will place me on his right
With the countless hosts of light?
Jesus Christ, the crucified.
4 This is that great thing I know;
This delights and stirs me so;
Faith in him who died to save,
Him who triumphed o'er the grave,
Jesus Christ, the crucified.
Rev. B. H. Kennedy, 1863.
314 Woodworth. L.M.
(554) Ecstasy in Christ.
Oh, that I could forever dwell
Delighted at the Savior's feet,
Behold the form I love so well,
And all his tender words repeat.
2 The world shut out from all my soul,
And heaven brought in with all its bliss,
Oh! is there aught, from pole to pole,
One moment to compare with this?
3 This is the hidden life I prize,
A life of penitential love,
When most my follies I despise,
And raise my highest thoughts above.
4 When all I am I clearly see,
And freely own with deepest shame;
When the Redeemer's love to me
Kindles within a deathless flame.
5 Thus would I live till nature fail
And all my former sins forsake;
Then rise to God within the veil,
And of eternal joys partake.
Andrew Reed, 1841.
315 Revive Us Again. 10s & 11s.
(529) Praise for Salvation.
We praise thee, O God! for the Son of thy love,
For Jesus who died, and is now gone above.
CHO.--Hallelujah! thine the glory,
Hallelujah! Amen.
Hallelujah! thine the glory,
Revive us again.
2 We praise thee, O God! for thy Spirit of light,
Who has shown us our Savior, and scattered our night.
3 All glory and praise to the Lamb that was slain,
Who has borne all our sins, and has cleansed ev'ry stain.
4 All glory and praise to the God of all grace,
Who has bought us, and sought us, and guided our ways.
5 Revive us again; fill each heart with thy love;
May each soul be rekindled with fire from above.
Wm. P. Mackay, 1866.
316 Revive Us Again. 10s & 11s.
Rejoicing in Christ.
Rejoice and be glad the Redeemer has come!
Go look on his cradle, his cross and his tomb.
CHO.--Sound his praises, tell the story,
Of him who was slain,
Sound his praises, tell with gladness,
He liveth again.
2 Rejoice and be glad: for the blood has been shed;
Redemption is finished, the price has been paid.
3 Rejoice and be glad: for the Lamb that was slain,
O'er death is triumphant, and liveth again.
4 Rejoice and be glad: for our King is on high;
He pleadeth for us on his throne in the sky.
5 Rejoice and be glad: for he cometh again--
He cometh in glory, the Lamb that was slain.
H. Bonar, 1874.
317 Welcome Voice. S.M.
Going on to Perfection.
I hear thy welcome voice
That calls me, Lord, to thee
For cleansing in thy precious blood
That flowed on Calvary.
CHO.--I am coming, Lord!
Coming now to thee!
Wash me, cleanse me, in the blood
That flowed on Calvary.
2 Tho' coming weak and vile,
Thou dost my strength assure;
Thou dost my vileness fully cleanse,
Till spotless all and pure.
3 'Tis Jesus calls me on
To perfect faith and love,
To perfect hope, and peace, and trust,
For earth and heaven above.
4 'Tis Jesus who confirms
The blessed work within,
By adding grace to welcomed grace,
Where reigned the power of sin.
6 And he the witness gives
To loyal hearts and free,
That every promise is fulfilled,
If faith but brings the plea.
6 All hail, atoning blood!
All hail, redeeming grace!
All hail, the gift of Christ, our Lord,
Our strength and righteousness!
Rev. L. Hartsough.
318 Welcome Voice. S.M.
(688) Christ the Guide and Counselor.
Jesus, my truth, my way,
My sure, unerring light,
On thee my feeble steps I stay,
Which thou wilt guide aright.
2 My wisdom and my guide,
My counselor thou art;
Oh, never let me leave thy side,
Or from thy paths depart.
3 Never will I remove
Out of thy hands my cause;
But rest in thy redeeming love,
And hang upon thy cross.
4 Oh, make me all like thee,
Before I hence remove;
Settle, confirm, and 'stablish me--
And build me up in love.
Charles Wesley.
319 Loving Kindness. L.M.
(699) Loving Kindness.
Awake, my soul, to joyful lays,
And sing thy great Redeemer's praise;
He justly claims a song from me,
His loving kindness, oh, how free!
2 He saw me ruined in the fall,
Yet loved me notwithstanding all;
He saved me from my lost estate--
His loving kindness, oh, how great!
3 Though numerous hosts of mighty foes--
Though earth and hell my way oppose;
He safely leads my soul along--
His loving kindness, oh, how strong!
4 When trouble, like a gloomy cloud,
Has gathered thick and thundered loud,
He near my soul has always stood--
His loving kindness, oh, how good!
S. Medley, 1787.
320 Loving Kindness. L.M.
Love Which Passeth Knowledge.
Of him who did salvation bring,
I could forever think and sing;
Arise, ye needy, he'll relieve;
Arise, ye guilty, he'll forgive.
2 Ask but his grace, and lo, 'tis given!
Ask, and he turns your hell to heaven;
Though sin and sorrow wound my soul,
Jesus, thy balm will make me whole.
3 'Tis thee I love, for thee alone,
I shed my tears, and make my moan!
Where'er I am, where'er I move,
I meet the object of my love.
4 Insatiate to this spring I fly;
I drink, and yet am ever dry;
Ah! who against thy charms is proof?
Ah, who that loves can love enough?
Bernard of Clairvaux,
tr. by A.W. Boehm, 1712
321 The Solid Rock. L.M.
The Sure Foundation.
My hope is built on nothing less
Than Jesus' blood and righteousness;
I dare not trust the sweetest frame,
But wholly lean on Jesus' name.
CHO.--On Christ, the Solid Rock, I stand,
All other ground is sinking sand.
2 When darkness veils his lovely face,
I rest on his unchanging grace;
In every high and stormy gale,
My anchor holds within the vail.
3 His oath, his covenant, his blood,
Support me in the whelming flood;
When all around my soul gives way,
He then is all my hope and stay.
4 When he shall come with trumpet sound.
O, may I then in him be found;
Dressed in his righteousness alone,
Faultless to stand before the throne.
Rev. Edward Mote, 1825.
322 How Can I but Love Him? 6s & 5s.
The Exceeding Love of Christ.
So tender, so precious.
My Savior to me;
So true, and so gracious,
I've found him to be.
REF.--How can I but love him?
But love him, but love him?
There's no friend above him,
Poor sinner, for thee.
2 So patient, so kindly
Toward all of my ways;
I blunder so blindly,
He love still repays.
3 Of all friends the fairest
And truest is he;
His love is the rarest,
That ever can be.
4 His beauty, tho' bleeding
And circled with thorns,
Is then most exceeding;
For grief him adorns.
J.E. Rankin, D.D.
323 My Beloved, 11s & 8s.
My Beloved.
O thou, in whose presence my soul takes delight,
On whom in affliction I call;
My comfort by day, and my song in the night,
My hope, my salvation, my all.
2 Where dost thou at noon-tide resort with thy sheep,
To feed in the pastures of love?
And why in the valley of death should I weep,
Or alone in the wilderness rove?
3 O, why should I wander an alien from thee,
Or cry in the desert for bread?
Thy foes will rejoice when my sorrows they see,
And smile at the tears I have shed.
4 He looks, and ten thousands of angels rejoice,
And myriads wait for his word;
He speaks, and eternity, fill'd with his voice,
Re-echoes the praise of the Lord.
Jos. Swain, 1792.
324 De Fleury. 8s. D
The Presence of Christ Desired.
How tedious and tasteless the hours
When Jesus no longer I see!
Sweet prospects, sweet birds, and sweet flowers
Have lost all their sweetness to me:
The midsummer sun shines but dim;
The fields strive in vain to look gay;
But when I am happy in him,
December's as pleasant as May.
2 His name yields the richest perfume,
And sweeter than music his voice;
His presence disperses my gloom,
And makes all within me rejoice:
I should, were he always so nigh,
Have nothing to wish or to fear;
No mortal so happy as I;
My summer would last all the year.
3 Content with beholding his face,
My all to his pleasure resigned,
No changes of season or place
Would make any change in my mind:
While blest with a sense of his love,
A palace a toy would appear;
And prisons would palaces prove,
If Jesus would dwell with me there.
4 Dear Lord, if indeed I am thine,
If thou art my sun and my song,
Say, why do I languish and pine?
And why are my winters so long?
O, drive these dark clouds from my sky;
Thy soul-cheering presence restore;
Or take me unto thee on high,
Where winter and clouds are no more.
John Newton.
325 De Fleury. 8s. D
(571) Phil. 1:23.
My Savior, whom absent I love,
Whom, not having seen, I adore
Whose name is exalted above
All glory, dominion, and power,--
Dissolve thou these bands that detain
My soul from her portion in thee;
Ah! strike off this adamant chain,
And make me eternally free!
2 When that happy era begins,
When arrayed in thy glories I shine,
Nor grieve any more, by my sins,
The bosom on which I recline,
Oh! then shall the veil be removed,
And round me thy brightness be poured!
I shall meet him, whom absent I loved,
I shall see, whom unseen I adored.
3 And then, nevermore shall the fears,
The trials, temptations, and woes,
Which darken this valley of tears,
Intrude on my blissful repose;
To Jesus, the crown of my hope,
My soul is in haste to be gone;
Oh! bear me, ye cherubim, up,
And waft me away to his throne!
W. Cowper.
326 I Need Thee Every Hour. P.M.
Need of Christ.
I need thee ev'ry hour,
Most gracious Lord;
No tender voice like thine
Can peace afford.
CHO.--I need thee, oh, I need thee,
Ev'ry hour I need thee;
Oh, bless me now, my Savior
I come to thee.
2 I need thee ev'ry hour;
Stay thou near by;
Temptations lose their power
When thou art nigh.
3 I need thee ev'ry hour,
In joy or pain;
Come quickly and abide,
Or life is vain.
4 I need thee ev'ry hour;
Teach me thy will;
And thy rich promises
In me fulfill.
5 I need thee ev'ry hour,
Most Holy One;
Oh, make me thine indeed,
Thou blessed Son.
Annie S. Hawks.
327 De Fleury. 8s. D
(572) Altogether Lovely.
My gracious Redeemer I love,
His praises aloud I'll proclaim:
And join with the armies above,
To shout his adorable name.
To gaze on his glories divine
Shall be my eternal employ;
To see them incessantly shine,
My boundless, ineffable joy.
2 He freely redeemed with his blood
My soul from the confines of hell,
To live on the smiles of my God,
And in his sweet presence to dwell:--
To shine with the angels in light,
With saints and with seraphs to sing,
To view, with eternal delight,
My Jesus, my Savior, my King!
B. Francis.
328 The Lily of the Valley. P.M.
The Abiding Friend.
I have found a friend in Jesus, he's everything to me,
He's the fairest of ten thousand to my soul;
The Lily of the Valley, in him alone I see
All I need to cleanse and make me fully whole.
In sorrow he's my comfort, in trouble he's my stay,
He tells me ev'ry care on him to roll.
He's the Lily of the Valley, the bright and Morning Star,
He's the fairest of ten thousand to my soul.
2 He all my griefs has taken, and all my sorrows borne;
In temptation he's my strong and mighty tower;
I have all for him forsaken, and all my idols torn
From my heart, and now he keeps me by his power.
Tho' all the world forsake me, and Satan tempt me sore,
Thro' Jesus I shall safely reach the goal.
He's the Lily of the Valley, the bright and Morning Star,
He's the fairest of ten thousand to my soul.
3 He will never, never leave me, nor yet forsake me here,
While I live by faith and do his blessed will;
A wall of fire about me, I've nothing now to fear,
With his manna he my hungry soul shall fill.
Then sweeping up to glory to see his blessed face,
Where rivers of delight shall ever roll.
He's the Lily of the Valley, the bright and Morning Star,
He's the fairest of ten thousand to my soul.
329 Glory to His Name. P.M.
Praise to Christ.
Down at the cross where my Savior died.
Down where for cleansing from sin I cried;
There to my heart was the blood applied;
Glory to his name.
CHO.--Glory to his name,
Glory to his name,
There to my heart was the blood applied,
Glory to his name.
2 I am so wondrously saved from sin,
Jesus so sweetly abides within;
There at the cross where he took me in;
Glory to his name.
3 Oh, precious fountain that saves from sin,
I am so glad, I have entered in;
There Jesus saves me and keeps me clean;
Glory to his name.
4 Come to this fountain, so rich and sweet,
Cast thy poor soul at the Savior's feet;
Plunge in to-day and be made complete;
Glory to his name.
Rev. E.A. Hoffman.
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