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2 It makes the wounded spirit whole,

And calms the troubled breast; 'Tis manna to the hungry soul,

And, to the weary, rest. 3 Jesus !-my shepherd, husband, friend,

My prophet, priest, and king,
My Lord, my life, my way, my end,

Accept the praise I bring.
4 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.
5 Till then, I would thy love proclaim,

With every fleeting breath;
And may the music of thy name

Refresh my soul in death.

L. M. 123.

Life in Christ.
I WHEN sins and fears prevailing rise,

And fainting hope almost expirés,
Jesus! to thee I lift mine eyes,

To thee I breathe my soul's desires. 2 If my immortal Saviour lives,

Then my immortal life is sure;
His word a firm foundation gives;

Here let me build, and rest secure. 3 Here let my faith unshaken dwell,

For ever firm the promise stands;
Not all the powers of earth and hell

Can e'er dissolve the sacred bands, 4 Here, O my soul! thy trust repose;

If Jesus is for ever mine,
Not death itself that last of foes-

Shall break a union so divine.

L. M. 126.

Communion with Christ.
I OH! that I could for ever dwell,

Delighted at the Saviour's feet,
Behold the form I love so well,

And all his tender words repeat:

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;
When the Redeemer's love to me

Kindles within a deathless flame. 6 Thus would I live, till nature fail,

And all my former sins forsake;
Then rise to God, within the veil,
And of eternal joys partake.

L. M.
127. Christ, the supreme God and King.
1 AROUND the Saviour's lofty throne,

Ten thousand times ten thousand sing ;
They worship him as God alone,

And crown him-everlasting King.
2 Approach, ye saints ! this God is yours;

"T is Jesus, fills the throne above:
Ye cannot want, while God endures;

Ye cannot fail, while God is love. 3 Jesus, thou everlasting King!

To thee the praise of heaven belongs;
Yet, smile on us who fain would bring

The tribute of our humble songs.
4 Though sin defile our worship here,

We hope ere-long thy face to view;
And, when our souls in heaven appear,
We'll praise thy name as angels do.

78. 128.

Jesus, the Refuge. 1 JESUS, lover of my soul !

Let me to thy bosom fly,
While the billows near me roll,

While the tempest still is high;

Hide me, O my Saviour! hide,

Till the storm of life be past;
Safe into the haven guide;

Oh! receive my soul at last. 2 Other refuge have I none,

Hangs my helpless soul on thee;
Leave, ah ! leave me not alone;

Still support and comfort me:
All my trust on thee is stayed;

All my help from thee I bring ;
Cover my defenceless head,

With the shadow of thy wing. 3 Plenteous grace with thee is found,

Grace to pardon all my sins;.
Let the healing streams abound,

Make and keep me pure within ;
Thou of life the fountain art,

Freely let me take of thee;
Spring thou up within my heart,
Rise to all eteruity.

L. M. 129.

Christ, the only Refuge.
1 THOU only Sovereign of my heart,

My refuge, my almighty friend !
And can my soul from

thee depart, On whom alone my hopes depend 3 2 Whither, ah! whither shall I

go, A wretched wanderer from my Lord ? Can this dark world of sin and wo

One glimpse of happiness afford 3 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,
For life-eternal life-is thine.

C. M. 130.

Jesus, seen of Angels.
1 BEYOND the glittering, starry skies,

Far as th' eternal hills,
There, in the boundless worlds of light,

Our dear Redeemer dwells.
2 Legions of angels round his throne,

In countless armies shine ;
And swell his praise with golden harps,

Attuned to songs divine. 3 6 Hail, glorious Prince of peace !" they cry,

“Whose unexampled love
Moved thee to quit these glorious realms,

And royalties above."
4 Through all his travels here below,

They did his steps attend;
Oft wondering how, or where, at last,

The mystic scene would end. 5 They saw his heart transfixed with wounds,

And viewed the crimson gore;
They saw him break the bars of death,

Which none e'er broke before.
6 They brought his chariot from above,

To bear him to his throne; Clapped their triumphant wings, and cried, “The glorious work is done!"

7s and 6s.
131. Praise to the Saviour.
1 TO thee, my God and Saviour !

My heart exulting sings,
Rejoicing in thy favor,

Almighty King of kings!
I'll celebrate thy glory,

With all thy saints above,
And tell the joyful story

Of thy redeeming love.
2 Soon as the morn, with roses,

Bedecks the dewy east,

And when the sun reposes

Upon the ocean's breast;
My voice, in supplication,

Well-pleased the Lord shall hear :
Oh! grant me thy salvation,

And to my soul draw near.
3 By thee, through life supported,

I'll pass the dangerous road,
With heavenly hosts escorted,

Up to thy bright abode;
Then cast my crown before thee,

And, all my conflicts o'er,
Unceasingly adore thee:-

What could an angel more ?

L. M.

Glory and Grace in Christ.
I NOW to the Lord a noble song!
Awake, my soul! awake, my tongue !
Hosanna to th' eternal name,

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.


L. M. 133.

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,

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