mf 5 Jesus, my Shepherd, Husband, Friend, My Prophet, Priest, and King,

My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End,
Accept the praise I bring.

P 6 Weak is the effort of my heart,
And cold my warmest thought;
But, when I see thee as thou art,
I'll praise thee as I ought.

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m 7 Till then I would thy love proclaim
With every fleeting breath;
And may the music of thy name
Refresh my soul in death.

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m 1 I'm not ashamed to own my Lord,
Or to defend his cause,

Maintain the glory of his cross,
And honour all his laws.

f2 Jesus, my Lord! I know his name;
His name is all my boast;
Nor will he put my soul to shame,
Nor let my hope be lost.

mf 3 I know that safe with him remains,
Protected by his power,

What I've committed to his trust,
Till the decisive hour.

f4 Then will he own his servant's name
Before his Father's face,

And in the new Jerusalem
Appoint my soul a place.

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mp 1 ACCORDING to thy gracious word,
In meek humility,

This will I do, my dying Lord,
I will remember thee.

2 Thy body, broken for my sake,

My bread from heaven shall be ;
Thy cup of blessing I will take,
And thus remember thee.

P 3 Gethsemane can I forget?
Or there thy conflict see,
Thine agony and bloody sweat,
And not remember thee?

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4 When to the cross I turn mine eyes,
And rest on Calvary,

O Lamb of God, my sacrifice!

I must remember thee,

m 5 Remember thee, and all thy pains,
And all thy love to me;

mf Yea, while a breath, a pulse remains,
Will I remember thee.

P 6 And, when these failing lips grow dumb,
And mind and memory flee,

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When thou shalt in thy kingdom come,
Then, Lord, remember me.

mf 1 JERUSALEM, my happy home,
Name ever dear to me,

mf When shall my labours have an end,
In joy and peace and thee?

When shall these eyes thy heaven-built
And pearly gates behold,

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Thy bulwarks with salvation strong,
And streets of shining gold?

m 2 There happier bowers than Eden's bloom, Nor sin nor sorrow know:

Blest seats, through rude and stormy scenes
I onward press to you.

mf Why should I shrink at pain and woe
Or feel at death dismay?
I've Canaan's goodly land in view,
And realms of endless day.

3 Apostles, martyrs, prophets there
Around my Saviour stand;
And soon my friends in Christ below
Will join the glorious band.

mp Jerusalem, my happy home,

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My soul still pants for thee;
Then shall my labours have an end,
When I thy joys shall see.

mf 1 HARK, how the adoring hosts above
With songs surround the throne !

Ten thousand thousand are their tongues,
But all their hearts are one.

m2 Worthy the Lamb that died!' they cry, To be exalted thus;'

mf 'Worthy the Lamb!' let us reply, For he was slain for us.

ƒ3 To him be power divine ascribed,
And endless blessings paid ;
Salvation, glory, joy, remain
For ever on his head.

4 Thou hast redeemed us with thy blood,
And set the prisoners free;

Thou mad'st us kings and priests to God,
And we shall reign with thee.

m 5 From every kindred, every tongue,
Thou brought'st thy chosen race ;
And distant lands and isles have shared
The riches of thy grace.

mf 6 Let all that dwell above the sky, Or on the earth below,

с With fields and floods and ocean's shores, To thee their homage show.

f7 To him who sits upon the throne, The God whom we adore,

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And to the Lamb that once was slain,
Be glory evermore!

m 1 JESUS, these eyes have never seen That radiant form of thine;

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The veil of sense hangs dark between
Thy blessed face and mine.

2 I see thee not, I hear thee not,
Yet art thou oft with me;
And earth hath ne'er so dear a spot

As where I meet with thee.

m 3 Like some bright dream that comes unWhen slumbers o'er me roll, [sought

mf Thine image ever fills my thought, And charms my ravished soul.

m 4 Yet, though I have not seen, and still
Must rest in faith alone,

I love thee, dearest Lord, and will
Unseen, but not unknown.

25 When death these mortal eyes shall seal, And still this throbbing heart,

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The rending veil shall thee reveal,
All glorious as thou art.

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m 1 JESUS, the very thought of thee With sweetness fills my breast;

mf But sweeter far thy face to see, And in thy presence rest.

m 2 Nor voice can sing, nor heart can frame, Nor can the memory find

A sweeter sound than thy blest name,
O Saviour of mankind!

mf 3 0 Hope of every contrite heart,
O Joy of all the meek,

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To those who fall how kind thou art!
How good to those who seek'

Ah! this

m 4 But what to those who find?
Nor tongue nor pen can show ;
The love of Jesus, what it is
None but his loved ones know.