2 It makes the wounded spirit whole, 3 Jesus!-my shepherd, husband, friend, My prophet, priest, and king, My Lord, my life, my way, my end,→ 4 Weak is the effort of my heart, 5 Till then, I would thy love proclaim, 125. L. M. 1 WHEN sins and fears prevailing rise, Then my immortal life is sure; Not death itself-that last of foes- 126. L.M. Communion with Christ. 1 OH! that I could for ever dwell, 2 The world shut out from all my soul, And heaven brought in with all its bliss ;Oh! is there aught, from pole to pole, One moment, to compare with this? 3 This is the hidden life I prize,A life of penitential love; When most my follies I despise, And raise my highest thoughts above: 4 When all I am, I clearly see, And freely own, with deepest shame; Kindles within a deathless flame. L. M. 127. Christ, the supreme God and King. 1 AROUND the Saviour's lofty throne, And crown him-everlasting King. 3 Jesus, thou everlasting King! To thee the praise of heaven belongs; 128. 7s. Jesus, the Refuge. 1 JESUS, lover of my soul! Hide me, O my Saviour! hide, Oh! receive my soul at last. 2 Other refuge have I none, Hangs my helpless soul on thee; With the shadow of thy wing. 3 Plenteous grace with thee is found,- 129. L. M. Christ, the only Refuge. 1 THOU only Sovereign of my heart, 3 Eternal life thy words impart, On these my fainting spirit lives; Here sweeter comforts cheer my heart, Than all the round that nature gives. 4 Let earth's alluring joys combine; While thou art near, in vain they call; One smile-one blissful smile of thine,My dearest Lord! outweighs them all. 5 Low at thy feet my soul would lie,Here safety dwells and peace divine; Still let me live beneath thine eye, 130. C. M. Jesus, seen of Angels. 1 BEYOND the glittering, starry skies, There, in the boundless worlds of light, 2 Legions of angels round his throne, And swell his praise with golden harps, 3 "Hail, glorious Prince of peace!" they cry, "Whose unexampled love Moved thee to quit these glorious realms, 4 Through all his travels here below, Oft wondering how, or where, at last, 5 They saw his heart transfixed with wounds, 6 They brought his chariot from above, Clapped their triumphant wings, and cried,"The glorious work is done!" 131. 7s and 6s. Praise to the Saviour. 1 TO thee, my God and Saviour! My heart exulting sings, 2 Soon as the morn, with roses, And when the sun reposes 132. L. M. Glory and Grace in Christ. And all his boundless love proclaim. 2 See where it shines in Jesus' face,The brightest image of his grace! God, in the person of his Son, Has all his mightiest works outdone. 3 Grace!-'tis a sweet, a charming theme; My thoughts rejoice at Jesus' name: Ye angels! dwell upon the sound; Ye heavens! reflect it to the ground. 4 Oh! may I reach that happy place Where he unveils his lovely face; Where all his beauties you behold, And sing his name to harps of gold. 133. L. M. The Presence of the Saviour. 1 LORD! what a heaven of saving grace Shines through the beauties of thy face, And lights our passions to a flame! Lord! how we love thy charming name! 2 When I can say, my God is mine,→ When I can feel thy glories shine, |