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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,
Accept the praise I bring.
And cold my warmest thought ;
I'll praise thee as I ought.
With every fleeting breath ;
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Life in Christ.
And fainting hope almost expires,
To thee I breathe my soul's desires. 2 If my immortal Saviour lives,
Then my immortal life is sure;
Here let me build, and rest secure. 3 Here let my faith unshaken dwell,
For ever firm the promise stands ;
Can e'er dissolve the sacred bands. 4 Here, O my soul! thy trust repose;
If Jesus is for ever mine,
Shall break a union so divine.
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Communion with Christ.
Delighted at the Saviour's feet,
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;
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. 6 Thus would I live, till nature fail,
And all my former sins forsake;
Ten thousand times ten thousand sing ;
And crown him-everlasting King.
'Tis 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;
The tribute of our humble songs.
We hope ere-long thy face to view;
Jesus, the Refuge. 1 JESUS, lover of my soul !
Let me to thy bosom fly,
While the tempest still is high;
Hangs my helpless soul on thee;
Still support and comfort me:
All my help from thee I bring;
With the shadow of thy wing.
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?
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 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,
Jesus, seen of Angels.
1 BEYOND the glittering, starry skies, Far as th' eternal hills,
There, in the boundless worlds of light,
2 Legions of angels round his throne, In countless armies shine;
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, And viewed the crimson gore;
They saw him break the bars of death,
6 They brought his chariot from above,
7s and 6s.
Praise to the Saviour.
1 TO thee, my God and Saviour!
Almighty King of kings!
With all thy saints above,
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;
Well-pleased the Lord shall hear:
And to my soul draw near.
I'll pass the dangerous road,
Up to thy bright abode;
And, all my conflicts o'er,
What could an angel more ?
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Glory and Grace in Christ.
Awake, my soul! awake, my tongue !
And all his boundless love proclaim.
Has all his mightiest works outdone. 3 Grace !-tis a sweet, a charming theme;
My thoughts rejoice at Jesus' name :
Ye heavens ! reflect it to the ground. 4 Oh! may I reach that happy place
Where he unveils his lovely face;
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The Presence of the Saviour.
Shines through the beauties of thy face,
Lord ! how we love thy charming name! 2 When I can say,-my God is mine,
When I can feel thy glories shine,