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Blessings abound where Jesus reigns,
The pris'ner leaps to lose his chains;
The weary find eternal rest,
And all the sons of want are blest:

Where he displays his healing pow'r
Death and the curse are known no more:
In him the tribes of Adam boast
More blessings than their father lost.
Let every creature rise and bring
Peculiar honours to our King:
Angels descend with songs again,
And earth repeat the loud Amen.'

135. Prayer to Christ for Guidance.

JESUS, lead me by thy power

Safe into thy promis'd rest:
Hide my soul within thy bosom,
Let me lean upon thy breast;
Feed me with thy heav'nly manna,
Bread that angels eat above;
Let me drink from thee, the fountain,
Draughts of everlasting love.
Through the desert wild conduct me
With a glorious pillar bright,
In the day a cooling comfort,
And a cheering fire by night:
my guide in every peril,
Watch me hourly night and day,
Else my foolish heart will wander
From thy Spirit far away.

Be

Nothing can preserve my going
But salvation full and free;
Nothing can my soul dishearten
But my absence, Lord, from thee.
Nothing can delay my progress,
Nothing can disturb my rest,
If I can, whate'er the danger,
Lean my spirit on thy breast.
In thy presence I am happy,
In thy presence I'm secure;
In thy presence all afflictions
I can easily endure:

In thy presence I can conquer,
I can suffer, I can die;

Far from thee I faint and languish;
O my Saviour, keep me nigh!

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JESUS is all my hope;

His death is all my boast;

But for his sov'reign grace
I should be ever lost:
Redeeming blood, and dying love,
Here be my theme, and when above.

All that remains for me

Is but to love and sing,

Admire and adore

My Saviour, God, and King; Each stripe, each bruise, each bleeding wound, Speaks love and peace to all around.

O happy, sweeter name

Than e'er the world did know,
More of thy smiling grace

Freely on me bestow;

And let me taste that ardent love
That saints and martyrs taste above.
So all my doubts and fears
Shall wholly flee away,
And every mournful night
Be turn'd to joyful day;

And all the world shall plainly see
Thou art a faithful friend to me.

137.

Prayer to Jesus.

JESUS, the Saviour of my soul,
Be thou my heart's delight;
Ever the same to me remain,
My joy by day and night!
Hungry and thirsty after thee
May I be found each hour!
Humble in heart, and happy kept
By thine almighty pow'r.

O may I never once forget

What a poor worm I am;

From death and hell redeem'd by blood,
The blood of God's dear Lamb.

May thy blest Spirit in my heart
Most sweetly shed abroad
The love of my incarnate God,
Who bought me with his blood.

The mystery of redeeming love

Be ever dear to me!

And may the flesh and blood of Christ My daily manna be.

138 Jesus ali our Boast.

JESUS! and shall it ever be

A mortal man asham'd of thee?
Asham'd of thee, whom angels praise,
Whose glories shine thro' endless days.
Asham'd of Jesus! sooner far

Let evening blush to own a star;
He sheds the beams of light divine
O'er this benighted soul of mine.
Asham'd of Jesus! just as soon
Let midnight be asham'd of noon;
'Tis midnight with my soul 'till he,
Bright Morning Star! bid darkness flee.
Asham'd of Jesus! that dear friend
On whom my hopes of heaven depend!
No; when I blush, be this my shame,
That I no more revere his name.
Asham'd of Jesus! yes I may
When I've no guilt to wash away,
No tear to wipe, no good to crave,
No fears to quell, no soul to save.
'Till then, nor is my boasting vain,
'Till then I boast a Saviour slain!

And O may this my glory be,
That Christ is not asham'd of me!

139.

Jesus' Love unchangeable.

IF Jesus is ours,

We have a true friend; His goodness endures The same to the end. Our comforts may vary, Our frames may

decline;

We cannot miscarry,
Our aid is divine.

Can women forget

Their sucklings at home,

And cruelly treat

The fruit of their womb?

Yet God hath engraven

Our names on his hand,

Our building in heaven
For ever shall stand.
A moment he hid

The light of his face;
Yet firmly decreed

To save us by grace.
And tho' he reproved us,

And still should reprove,

Yet ever he lov'd us,

And ever will love.

When men can reveal

The height of the skies,
And certainly tell

Where earth's centre lies,

Then Israel's defection

And treacherous ways

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