Accept our thanksgiving for creating grace; The living, the living shall show forth thy praise. 3 Our Father and Lord, almighty art thou; Preserved by thy word, we worship thee now: The bountiful donor of all we enjoy,

Our tongues to thy honour, and lives we employ.

4 But O! above all, thy kindness we praise, From sin and from thrall, which saves the lost

race;

Thy Son thou hast given, the world to redeem,
And bring us to heaven, whose trust is in him.
5 Wherefore of thy love we sing and rejoice;
With angels above, we lift up our voice:
Thy love each believer shall gladly adore,
For ever and ever, when time is no more.

238 Warwick-p. 316.] 23d P. M. 88,88,77. HE voice of my Beloved sounds,

He flies exulting o'er the hills,
And all my soul with transport fills:
Gently doth he chide my stay,

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Rise, my love, and come away."

bounds;

2 The scatter'd clouds are fled at last,
The rain is gone, the winter 's past,
The lovely vernal flowers appear,
The warbling choir enchants our ear;
Now with sweetly pensive moan
Coos the turtle dove alone.

239 New Gabriel-p. 58.]

C. M.

COME, let us who in Christ believe,

Our common Saviour praise :

To him, with joyful voices, give
The glory of his grace.

2 He now stands knocking at the door
Of every sinner's heart;

The worst need keep him out no more,
Or force him to depart.

3 Through grace we hearken to thy voice,
Yield to be saved from sin;
In sure and certain hope rejoice,
That thou wilt enter in.

4 Come quickly in, thou heavenly Guest,
Nor ever hence remove :
But sup with us, and let the feast
Be everlasting love.

240 Morning Hymn-p.159.] 1st P.M.6 lines 8s.

HOU hidden Source of calm repose,
Thou all sufficient Love divine,

My help and refuge from my foes,
Secure I am if thou art mine!
And lo! from sin, and grief, and shame,
I hide me, Jesus, in thy name.

2 Thy mighty name salvation is,

And keeps my happy soul above:
Comfort it brings, and power, and peace,
And joy, and everlasting love :
To me, with thy great name, are given
Pardon, and holiness, and heaven.

3 Jesus, my all in all thou art,
My rest in toil, my ease in pain;
The med'cine of my broken heart;

In war, my peace; in loss, my gain;
My smile beneath the tyrant's frown;
In shame, my glory and my crown:
4 In want, my plentiful supply;

In weakness, my almighty power;

In bonds, my perfect liberty;
My light, in Satan's darkest hour
In grief, my joy unspeakable;
My life in death; my all in all.

;

C. M.

ALK with us, Lord, thyself reveal,
While here o'er earth we rove;
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.

3 Here then, my God, vouchsafe to stay, And bid my heart rejoice;

My bounding heart shall own thy sway, And echo to thy voice.

4 Thou callest me to seek thy face;
'Tis all I wish to seek;

T'attend the whispers of thy grace,
And hear thee inly speak.

5 Let this my every hour employ,
Till I thy glory see;

Enter into my Master's joy,
And find my heaven in thee!

242

Arlington-p. 3.]

JESUS, to thee I now can fly,

whom my help is laid:

Oppress'd by sins, I lift my eye,
And see the shadows fade.

2 Believing on my Lord, I find
A sure and present aid :

C. M.

On thee alone my constant mind
Be every moment stay'd!

3 Whate'er in me seems wise, or good,
Or strong, I here disclaim:

I wash my garments in the blood
Of the atoning Lamb.

4 Jesus, my strength, my life, my rest,
On thee will I depend,

Till summon'd to the marriage feast,
When faith in sight shall end.

243 Rapture-p. 195.] 4th P. M. 886, 886.

OW happy, gracious Lord, are we!
Divinely drawn to follow thee,

Whose hours divided are

Betwixt the mount and multitude:
Our day is spent in doing good,
Our night in praise and prayer.
2 With us no melancholy void,
No moment lingers unemploy'd,
Or unimproved, below:
Our weariness of life is gone,
Who live to serve our God alone,
And only thee to know.

3 The winter's night, and summer's day,
Glide imperceptibly away,

Too short to sing thy praise;
Too few we find the happy hours,
And haste to join those heavenly powers,
In everlasting lays.

4 With all who chant thy name on high,
And "Holy, holy, holy,"

cry,

(A bright, harmonious throng!)
We long thy praises to repeat,
And ceaseless sing around thy seat
The new eternal song!

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THER

HEE will I love, my strength, my tower ;
Thee will I love, my joy, my crown;

Thee will I love with all my power,

In all thy works, and thee alone:
Thee will I love, till the pure fire
Fill my whole soul with chaste desire.
2 Ah! why did I so late thee know,
Thee, lovelier than the sons of men!
Ah! why did I no sooner go

To thee, the only ease in pain!
Ashamed I sigh, and inly mourn,
That I so late to thee did turn.

3 In darkness willingly I stray'd:

I sought thee, yet from thee I roved: Far wide my wand'ring thoughts were spread; Thy creatures more than thee I loved; And now, if more at length I see,

'Tis through thy light, and comes from thee.

4 I thank thee, uncreated Sun,

That thy bright beams on me have shined
I thank thee, who hast overthrown

My foes, and heal'd my wounded mind;
I thank thee, whose enliv'ning voice
Bids my freed heart in thee rejoice!
5 Uphold me in the doubtful race,
Nor suffer me again to stray;
Strengthen my feet with steady pace
Still to press forward in thy way;
My soul and flesh, O Lord of might,
Fill, satiate with thy heavenly light.
6 Give to mine eyes refreshing tears;
Give to my heart chaste, hallow'd fires;
Give to my soul, with filial fears,

The love that all heaven's host inspires;