JESUS is my light most fair
Jesus yields me solid pleasure;

In his love I have a share,
This I count my highest treasure:
He alone is my delight,
He my soul hath captivated,
With his love I'm penetrated;
He hath overcome me quite.

2 Round his pierced feet I'll cling, Him I seek with love most tender;

And accursed be every thing, [der: Which my seeking him would hinTell me nought of worldly fame, Tell me nought of earthly treasure; Would you please in any measure,

Tell me of his lovely name.

3 But himself I must behold,
To him I will make confession;
My defects are manifold,
But I trust to his compassion;
For I cannot, will not rest
Till I've found my dearest Saviour,
Till he looks on me in favour,

Till he grants me my request.

4 Jesus, thou my only rest,
O my Jesus, let me find thee!

Jesus, take me to thy breast,
With thy cords of love now bind me:
Thou 'rt the object of my mind,
I am by thy love inflamed;
Every good that can be named,
Every bliss in thee I find.

5 May I of thy chosen bride Be a member chaste and holy;

Let me quite in thee confide,
Cleave to thee and love thee solely:
Jesus, kindly me receive;
Thine aione may I be called:
Grant that what hath me enthralled,
May no longer me enslave.

6 Thou in grace hast look'd on me,
And with precious gifts hast blessed;
Yet content I cannot be
Till I am of thee possessed:
Jesus, now upon me shine,

For he is my refuge, to him I'll cleave solely,

Thus can I, like Enoch, in this world live holy.

2 What though the world foameth and rageth with fury,

I in my dear crucified Jesus will glory;

Beside him my Saviour I'll know nothing ever;

From him neither trials nor death me shall sever.

3 My Jesus is always desirous to meet me,

Abounding in love, and in mercy to greet me;

Above all I love him, for he is my treasure;

I humbly adore him and serve him with pleasure.

4 My heart's fix'd on Jesus whose love is so tender,

My life and my all unto him I sur render;

He is and remaineth my heart's meditation,

My faith's only object, till my consummation.

3 He is mine, and I am his, Join'd with him in close commuAnd his bitter passion is

(nion;

The foundation of this union:
Full of hopes which never yield,
Firm on him, my rock, I build.
4 O the happy hours I spend

With him in blest conversation; He's my near and faithful friend, Full of grace, peace, and salvation: From the look at Jesus' wounds Pure delight to me redounds.

5 With my Jesus I will stay,
He my soul preserves and feedeth;
He, the life, the truth, the way,
He to living waters leadeth:
Blessed who can say with me,
Christ, I'll never part with thee.

TIS evident that Jesus loves,
His death for us this fully proves;
He loved the world, a sinful race,
He loves the church, his flock of grace,
He loveth children, yea, he loveth
me,

Who nought deserved but endless misery.

2 O may I in his love be blest, Like John, reclining on his breast; And oft, like humble Magdalen, Adore the friend of sinful men, With longing heart attending at his feet,

Till with a gracious look from him I meet.

3 I'll weep whene'er he's not to me What a most cordial friend can be; Do 1 not always feel him nigh, And his reviving grace enjoy, Do I not in his sweet communion live,

Nought else to my poor soul can com fort give.

Thee, Lord, I have tried,

My Friend ever faithful, who for me hast died;

2 I own the fault mine; Thy patience divine, Which clearly I trace,

With tears fill my eyes, with shame covers my face.

3 As Mary adored

Her Master and Lord, When her thou didst greet,

And deeply abased she embraced thy feet;

4 As Thomas with awe,

When thy wounds he saw,

His Saviour avow'd,

and my
God.

5 As Peter replied,

His love being tried,

My heart thou dost prove,

Lord, thou knowest all things, thou know'st that I love ;

6 So may I, each day, A clearer display Obtain of thy grace;

Thus my love, O Jesus, to thee will increase.

WHAT splendid rays of truth and All other lights excelling, (grace, I perceive, when Jesus Christ

Makes my heart his dwelling. 2 He blesseth me so sensibly, That spirit, soul, and body Can in him my Saviour joy,

Though quite poor and needy.

3 His looks of grace insure always
To me my heavenly calling:
Am I weak, his hand preserves
Me, his child, from falling.

4 My earnest prayer while absent here,

From him, my soul's beloved, Is, that my heart's confidence In him be unmoved.

5 Could I with him spend all my In constant love's fruition,

Infinitely happy then

Would be my condition.

(time

Could ourselves and all forget, Then, with Jesus Christ united, We should heaven anticipate.

2 Did but Jesus' love and merit Fill our hearts both night and day, And the unction of his Spirit

All our thoughts and actions sway;
O might all of us be ready
Cheerfully to testify,

How our spirit, soul, and body
Do in God our Saviour joy.

TEN thousand talents once I owed, But Jesus freed me from the load, And nothing had to pay;

And wash'd my debt away.

2 Yet since the Lord forgave my sin,
And blotted out my score;
Much more indebted I have been,
Than e'er I was before.

3 My guilt is cancell'd quite I know, And satisfaction made;

But the vast debt of love I owe
Can never be repaid.

4 The love I owe for sin forgiven,
For power to believe,

For present peace and promised No angel can conceive. (heaven,

5 That love of thine, thou sinner's Friend,

Witness thy bleeding heart, My little all can ne'er extend

To pay a thousandth part.

HARK, my soul, it is the Lord;
"Tis thy Saviour, hear his word;
Jesus speaks, and speaks to thee,
Say, poor sinner, lovest thou me?
2 I deliver'd thee, when bound,
And when wounded heal'd thy
wound;
(right,
Sought thee wandering, set thee
Turn'd thy darkness into light.
3 Can a woman's tender care
Cease towards the child she bare?
Yea, 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, lovest thou me?
6 Lord, it is my chief complaint,
That my love is weak and faint;
Yet I love thee and adore,
Oh! for grace to love thee more.

Of every grief and pain;
And let my heart with joy confess,
From hence comes all my gain.

3 For thee, O may I freely count
Whate'er I have but loss;
And every name, and every thing,
Compared with thee, but dross.
4 Engrave this deeply in my heart,
That thou for me wast slain;
Then shall I, in my small degree,
Return thy love again.

5 But who can pay that mighty debt,
Or equal love like thine?
My heart, by nature cold and dead,
To thankfulness incline.

476.*

T. 232.
JESUS, I love thee fervently,
As thou upon the accursed tree

Wast slain for my transgression; 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 In truth can love thee heartily: My love to thee thou knowest best, But yet defective 'tis confessed; Thou highest good, Thy precious blood, That cleansing flood, Claims that my love more ardent glow'd. 477.*

T. 228. WHAT causeth me to mourn, is this:

My warmest love not equal is
To my heart's inclination:
The more I love, the more I feel
I should far better love thee still,
Thou God of my salvation:
Grant me-daily

More to savour-of thy favour,
Grace, and blessing;

Thus my love will be increasing.

479.

T. 11.
THEY who Jesus' followers are,
And enjoy his faithful care,
By a mutual, hearty love,
Their belief in Jesus prove.
2 From their being join'd in one,
By the faith of God's dear Son,
Boundless blessings they receive,
And to Christ desire to live.

3 None in his own wisdom trusts,
None of his attainments boasts,
Each his brother doth esteem,
And himself the meanest deem.
4 They 're delighted when they all
With one voice on Jesus call;
And when fitly without strife
Each his duty doth in life.

5 Meek they are to all mankind, To good offices inclined, Ready, when reviled, to bless, Studious of the public peace. 6 Tender pity, love sincere To their enemies they Lear; And, as Christ affords them light, Order all their steps aright. 7 Jesus, all our souls inspire, Fill us with love's sacred fire; Thus will all in us perceive, That we in thy name believe. 8 May it to the world appear, That we thy disciples are, By our loving mutually, By our being one in thee.

are,

Yet for thy building us prepare;
Thy Spirit's voice may we obey.
Reject not one of us, we pray,

2 O may thy flock still more increase
In mutual love and perfect peace;
In harmony with fervent zeal
Serve thee, and do thy holy will.
3 Lord, grant us a forgiving mind,
To patience and to peace inclined,
That we may with each other bear;
To cherish love be all our care.

4 Tender compassion may we show,
Share in each other's weal and wo.
With those who joyful are, rejoice,
And with the weeping sympathise.
5 At all times may we ready be,
As far as our ability

Permits us, to relieve the want
Of all the poor and indigent.

6 Yea, this be our concern, to seek
In nothing to offend the weak,
But bear with their infirmities,
And thus preserve the bond of peace.

7 Grant us in meekness to reclaim Those who have been in aught to blame,

Mindful that we, as well as they,
Are liable from thee to stray.