The light of his presence the storm shall allay, Or temper thy gladness-then constantly pray.
OVE is the fountain, whence
All true obedience flows;
The Christian serves the God he loves,
And loves the God he knows.
2 He treads the heavenly road,
And neither faints nor tires;
That generous love which warms his breast
With fortitude inspires.
3 No burden seems so great,
No task so hard appears,
But this he cheerfully performs,
And that he meekly bears.
4 May love-that shining grace—
O'er all my powers preside;
Direct my thoughts, suggest my words,
And every action guide.
122.-C. M. Love to Christ.
not I love thee, O my Lord?
Behold my heart and see;
And east each worthless idol out,
That dares to rival thee.
2 Is not thy name melodious still
To my attentive ear?
Doth not each pulse with pleasure bound
My Saviour's voice to hear?
3 Do not I love thee from my soul?
Then let me nothing love:
Dead be my heart to every joy,
When Jesus cannot move.
4 Hast thou a lamb in all thy flock
I would disdain to feed?
Hast thou a foe before whose face
I fear thy cause to plead ?
5 Could not my heart pour forth its blood
In honour of thy name?
And challenge the cold hand of death
To damp th' immortal flame?
6 Thou know'st I love thee, dearest Lord,
But O, I long to soar
Far from the sphere of mortal joys,
And learn to love thee more.
123.-C. M. Clinging to Christ. [New Ar. 390.
T IF I depart from thee?
whom, my Saviour, shall I go,
My Guide through all this vale of wo,
And more than all to me.
2 The world reject thy gentle reign,
And pay thy death with scorn;
Oh, they could plat thy crown again,
And sharpen every thorn.
3 But I have felt thy dying love
Breathe gently through my heart,
To whisper hope of joys above;
And can we ever part?
4 Ah, no! with thee I'll walk below,
My journey to the grave;
To whom my Saviour, shall I go,
When only thou canst save.
Love. [New Arrang. 391.
Y Paternal goodness marks thy name;
JES, I would love thee, blessed God,
Thy praises, through thy high abode,
The heavenly hosts with joy proclaim.
2 Freely thou gavest thy dearest Son,
For man, to suffer, bleed, and die:
And bidd'st me, as a wretch undone,
For all I want on him rely.
3 In him thy reconciled face,
With joy unspeakable I see,
And feel thy powerful, wondrous grace,
Draw and unite my soul to thee.
4 Whene'er my foolish, wand'ring heart,
Attracted by a creature's power,
Would from this blissful centre start,
Lord, fix it there, to stray no more.
Longing for Christ. [New Ar. 392.
OW tedious and tasteless the hours,
When Jesus no longer I see.
The woodlands, the fields, and the flowers,
Have lost all their sweetness to me.
His name yields the richest perfume,
And softer than music his voice;
His presence can banish my gloom,
And bid all within me rejoice.
2 Content with beholding his face,
My all to his pleasure resign'd,
No changes of season or place
Would make any change in my mind;
While blest with the sense of his love,
A palace, a toy would appear;
And prisons would palaces prove,
If Jesus would dwell with me there.
3 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 up to thee, on high,
Where winter and cloud are no more.
1 JESUS, thy boundless love to me
No thought can reach, no tongue declare.
O knit my thankful heart to thee,
And reign without a rival there.
2 Thy love, how cheering is its ray;
All pain before its presence flies:
Care, anguish, sorrrow, melt away,
Where'er its healing beams arise.
30 let thy love, my soul inflame,
And to thy service sweetly bind ;
Transfuse it through my inmost frame,
And mould me wholly to thy mind.
4 Thy love in sufferings be my peace;
Thy love in weakness make me strong;
And when the storms of life shall cease,
Thy love shall be my heaven and song.
[ARK, my soul, it is the Lord;
'Tis thy Saviour, hear his word
Jesus speaks, and speaks to thee;
"Say, poor sinner, lov'st thou me?
2 "I deliver'd thee when bound,
And, when wounded, heal'd thy wound;
Sought thee wandering, set thee right,
Turn'd thy darkness into light.
3 "Can a woman's tender care,
Couse towards the child she bare?
Yes, she may forgetful be,
Yet will I remember thee.
4" Mine, is an unchanging love,
Higher than the heights above;
Deeper than the depths beneath,
Free and faithful, strong as death.
5 "Thou shalt see my glory soon,
When the work of grace is done;
Partner of my throne shalt be,
Say, poor sinner, lov'st thou me?"
6 Lord, it is my chief complaint,
That my love is weak and faint;
Yet I love thee, and adore,
O for grace to love thee more.
128.-L. M. The Christian's Pattern. [N. A. 395.
My dear Redeemer, and my Lord,
I read my duty in thy word,
But in thy life the law appears
Drawn out in living characters.
2 Such was thy truth, and such thy zeal,
Such def'rence to thy Father's will;
Such love, and meekness so divine,
I would transcribe, and make them mine.
3 Cold mountains and the midnight air
Witness'd the fervour of thy prayer;
The desert thy temptations knew,
Thy conflict and thy victory too.
4 Be thou my pattern; make me bear
More of thy gracious image here;
Then God, the Judge, shall own my name
Among the followers of the Lamb.
129.-L. M. Conformity to Christ.
ESUS, my Saviour, let me be
More perfectly conform'd to thee:
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