1108 His great love wherewith He loved us.

Eph. 2. 4.
SAVIOUR, I have nought to plead,

In earth beneath or heaven above
But just my own exceeding need

And Thy exceeding love.
2 The need will soon be past and gone,

Exceeding great but quickly o'er,
Thy love, unbought, is all Thine own,
And lasts for evermore,



1109 He took them up in His arms, and blessed

them. —Mark 10. 16.
1 YAFE in the arms of Jesus,

Safe on His gentle breast,
There by His love o'ershaded,

Sweetly my soul shall rest.
Hark! tis the voice of angels

Borné in a song to me,
Over the fields of glory,

Over the jasper seà.
Chorus-Safe in the arms of Jesus,

Safe on His gentle breast,
There by His love o'ershaded,

Sweetly my soul shall rest.
2 Safe in the arms of Jesus,

Safe from corroding care,
Safe from the world's temptations,

Sin cannot hárm me there.
Free from the blight of sorrow,

Free from my doubts and fears ;
Only a few more trials,

Only a few more tears !

3 Jesus, my heart's dear refuge,

Jesus has died for me;
Firm on the Rock of Ages

my trust shall be.
Here let me wait with patience,

Wait till the night is o'er ;
Wait till I see the morning
Break on the golden shore.



FELLOWSHIP WITH GOD. 1110 I will not let Thee go, except Thou bless me.

Gen. 32. 26.
1 NOME, O Thou Traveller unknown,

My company before is gone,
And I am left alone with Thee;
With Thee all night I mean to stay,

And wrestle to the break of day. 2 I need not tell Thee who I am ;

My misery and sin declare;
Thyself hast called me by my name,
Look on Thy hands, and read it there.
But who, I ask Thee, who art Thou?

Tell me Thy name, and tell me now.
3 In vain Thou strugglest to get free,

I never will unloose my hold!
Art Thou the Man that died for me?
The secret of Thy love unfold;
Wrestling, I will not let Thee go,
Till I Thy name, Thy nature know.

4 Wilt Thou not yet to me reveal

Thy new, unutterable name?

I still beseech Thee, tell;
To know it now resolved I am;
Wrestling, I will not let Thee go,

Till I Thy name, Thy nature know. 5 Yield to me now, for I am weak,

But confident in self-despair;
Speak to my heart, in blessings speak,
Be conquered by my instant prayer:
Speak, or Thou never hence shalt move,

And tell me if Thy name is Love. 6 "Tis Love! 'tis Love! thou diedst for me!

I hear Thy Whisper in my heart ;
The morning breaks, the shadows flee,
Pure, universal Love Thou art;
In vain I have not wept and strove;

Thy nature and Thy name is Love.
7 I know Thee, Saviour, who Thou art,

Jesus, the feeble sinner's friend ;
Nor wilt Thou with the night depart,
But stay and love me to the end,
Thy mercies never shall remove;

Thy, nature and Thy name is Love. 8 The Sun of righteousness on me

Hath rose with healing in His wings:
Withered my nature's strength, from Thee
My soul its life and succour brings;
My help is all laid up above;

Thy nature and Thy name is Love. 9 Contented now upon my thigh

I halt, till life's short journey end;

All helplessness, all weakness, I
On Thee alone for strength depend,
Nor have I power from Thee to move;
Thy nature and Thy name is Love.

C. WESLEY. 1740.


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L.M. 1111

Thou shalt make me full of joy with Thy

countenance. --Acts 2. 28.
1 P to the fields where angels lie,

And living waters gently roll,
Fain would my thoughts leap out and fly,

But sin hangs heavy on my soul.
2 Thy wondrous blood, dear dying Christ,

Can make this load of guilt remove;
And Thou canst bear me where Thou fliest

On Thy kind wings, celestial Dove.
3 O might I once mount up

The glories of the eternal skies,
What little things these worlds would be,

How despicable to my eyes !
4 Had I a glance of Thee, my God,

Kingdoms and men would vanish soon,
Vanish as though I saw them not,

As a dim candle dies at noon.
5 Then they might fight, and rage, and rave,

I should perceive the noise no more
Than we can hear a shaking leaf

When rattling thunders round us roar.
6 Great All in all, Eternal King,

Let me but view Thy lovely face;
And all my powers shall bow and sing
Thine endless grandeur and Thy grace.


DOSTf th crushing cure ?

1112 Cast thy burden on the Lord, end He shall

sustain thec.--Ps. 55. 22.
1 OST thou bow beneath the burthen

Of a
Bring it to the feet of Jesus,—

Lay it there.
2 What thy need? He can supply it:

Longing? He can grant:
In Him is exhaustless fulness

For each want.
3 Was there ever one that sought Him

Yet to be denied ?
Hope has in His gracious presence

Never died.
4 Who has ever found Him faithless ?

Who has found Him weak?
Multitudes His mighty praises

Joyful speak.
5 Aged men and blooming maidens,

Young men, children sweet,
Lay their crowns of adoration

At His feet.

1113 I will


teach thee in the way thout

shalt go.-Ps. 32. 8. 1 SPEAK to us, Lord, thyself reveal,

Speak to our hearts, and let us feel

The kindling of Thy love.
2 With Thee conversing, we forget

All time and toil and care ;
Labour is rest, and pain is sweet,

If Thou, my God, art here.

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