JESUS, who for me hast dy'd, Grant I may in thee abide: Set me, Lord, unto thy praise; Water me with show'rs of grace. 2 Make my heart a garden fair, Which such pleasant fruit may bear As affords true joy to thee And thy Father constantly. 3 In thy garden here below Water me that I may grow; When all grace to me is giv'n, Then transplant me into heav'n.
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As the branches are connected With the vine, ev'n so thro' grace, A close union is effected
'Twixt the Lord our Righteousness
And believers, who, tho' feeble,
Life and pow'r from him derive, And thereby are render'd able Bearing fruit to grow and thrive. 521.* T. 10.
WOULD we by our behavior Show that we love our Saviour; He only can instruct us, And in the way conduct us. 2 Thro' his atonement's powers O may we bloom like flowers, And by his grace and blessing Bear fruits to him well pleasing. 522.* T 185.
IN thy love and knowledge, gracious Saviour,
May we more and more abound; Thy complete atonement shall for ever, Of our doctrine be the ground. Grant that all may, in thy word believing, And tothee the Vine as branches cleaving Thro' thy Father's nursing care, Fruit unto thy honor bear.
LORD Jesus, be near Thou seest us here; Unite us in heart:Dear Lord, come and bless us; our Brother thou art. 2 Soon make us to be Well-pleasing to thee;
'Tis time, and 'tis right,-To bring forth some fruit which may yield thee delight. 3 From this very day, We will not delay
To follow the Lamb,-To serve him with gladness, and honor his name.
THIS one thing needful grant to us, By faith to view thee on the cross, Bleeding for our salvation; Then, 'midst all weakness, we indeed Shall still from grace to grace proceed, Lord, in thy congregation: May none- -ground on Empty notions-or good motions His religion,
Without pow'r and life's fruition.
XXVIII. Of Resignation, Confidence, and Patience in
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Is God my strong Salvation? No enemy I fear; He hears my supplication, Dispelling all my care: If he, my Head and Master, Defends me from above, What pain or what disaster Can part me from his love?
6 His Spirit is the sov'reign Possessor of my
There he alone shall govern, And slavish fear depart; He gives his benediction, Yea, helpeth me to cry Abba, when in affliction, With child-like fervency.
7 His Spirit cheers my spirit With many a precious word, That I shall joy inherit,
By trusting in the Lord; Since after tribulation,
All those who Jesus love Have that blest expectation To live with him above.
8 Should earth lose its foundation, He stands my lasting Rock; No temp'ral desolation Shall give my love a shock; I'll cleave to Christ my Saviour, No object, small or great, Nor height, nor depth, shall ever Me from him separate.
GOD is my Saviour and my Light, Why should I be dismay'd? 'Tis he defends my life; of whom Then need I be afraid?
2 Hear my requests, O Lord, and give An answer full of grace: Thy face thou bidst me seek, and I Reply, "I'll seek thy face."
3 Lord, do not in displeasure hide. Thyself, nor me reject;
The aid which I have had before, From thee I still expect.
4 Wait still on God, my soul! from
All needful strength derive: Tho' he delay, he will at length The fainting heart revive.
Perils, loss, shame, death and cross, Suff'rings e'er so keen, shall never Me from Jesus sever.
3 If the Lord protect me, Sin cannot infect me,
Nought can do me harm;
Altho' Satan rageth,
Christ the storm assuageth
By his mighty arm :
Would the foe-his malice show,
True counsel, comfort, help abound.
3 All who possess true faith and love,
Since Christ is my strength and tower, This daily by experience prove,
That they who simply put their trust In Jesus Christ, can ne'er be lost.
4 None can be so o'erwhelm'd with grief, But he in Christ may find relief; All misery, however great, His comforts can alleviate.
5 Jesus, my only God and Lord, What comfort doth thy name afford! No friend on earth can ever be Compar'd for faithfulness with thee.
WHO can condemn, since Christ hath 6 Were health, and strength, and
I, by his blood, am justify'd: He ever lives to intercede, And send me help in time of need.
2 What can from Christ me separate? Shall trials howsoever great, Shall tribulation or distress, Shall peril, sword, or nakedness?
friends withdrawn, Were ev'ry earthly comfort gone, If I have thee, I have howe'er What me eternally can cheer.
7 O Lord, preserve me sound in faith, Thine let me be in life and death; May nothing pluck me from thy hand, Lead me in safety to the end.
530. T. 590. No more with trembling heart I try A multitude of things, Still wishing to find out that point From whence salvation springs; My anchor's cast, cast on a ground, Where I shall ever rest From all the labor of my thoughts,
And workings of my breast. 2 What is my anchor, if you ask ? A hungry, helpless mind, Diving, with mis'ry for its weight, Till firmest grace it find: What is my ground? 'Tis Jesus Christ, Whom faithless eyes pass o'er; A Refuge here each troubled soul May find, tho' tempests roar.
THAT I am thine, my Lord and God, Ransom'd and sprinkled with thy blood, Repeat that word once more, With such an energy and light, That this world's flattery or spite
To shake me never may have pow'r. 2 From various cares my heart retires; Tho' deep and boundless its desires,
I'm now to please but One, Him, before whom the elders bow; With him I am engaged now,
And with the souls that are his own. 3 This is my joy, which ne'er can fail, To see my Saviour's arm prevail,
To mark the steps of grace; How new-born souls, convinc'd of sin, Yet by his precious blood made clean, Extol his name in ev'ry place. 4 With these my happy lot is cast, Thro' the world's deserts rude and waste, Or thro' its gardens fair : Whether the storm of malice sweeps, Or all in dead supineness sleeps, Still to go on, be all my care. 5 See the dear sheep, by Jesus drawn, In blest simplicity move on,
They trust his Shepherd-crook; Beholders many faults will find, But they can guess at Jesus' mind, Content, if written in his book.
6 O all ye just, ye rich, ye wise, Who deem th' atoning sacrifice,
A doctrine weak and slight! Grant but I may (the rest's your own) In shame and poverty sit down
At this one well-spring of delight. 7 Indeed had Jesus ne'er been slain, Or could ought make his ransom vain, That it avail'd no more ;
Were his unbounded mercy fled, Were he no more the church's Head, Nor Lord of all, as heretofore; s Then, so refers my state to him, Unwarranted I must esteem, And wretched all I do;
Ah! my heart throbs, and seizeth fast That cov'nant, which will ever last, It knows, it knows these things are true. 9 Yes, my dear Lord, in foll'wing thee, Not in the dark uncertainly
This foot obedient moves; 'Tis with a Brother and a King, Who many to this yoke will bring,. Whoever lives and ever loves. 10Now then my Way,myTruth,my Life, Henceforth let sorrow, doubt and strife,
Drop off like autumn leaves; Henceforth, as privileg'd by thee, Simple and undistracted be
My soul, which to thy mercy cleaves. On that eternal love of thine, 11 Let me my weary mind recline.
And human thoughts forget; Go forth and do it, while 'tis day, Childlike attend what thou wilt say,
Yet never leave my safe retreat. 12 At all times to my spirit bear An inward witness, strong and clear, Of thy redeeming pow'r; This will instruct thy child aright, This will impart the needful light, For exigence of ev'ry hour.
13 Now then the sequel is well weigh'd, I cast myself upon thy aid,
A sea where none can sink; Yea, thereon I depend, poor worm, Believing that thou wilt perform Beyond whate'er I ask or think.
Our light his glorious face.
SINCE we can't doubt God's équal love,
Unmeasurably kind,
To his unerring, gracious will Be ev'ry wish resign'd;
Good, when he gives, supremely good; Nor less when he denies ;
Ev'n crosses from his sov'reign hand Are blessings in disguise.
2 Whate'er I ask, I surély know, And stedfastly believe,
6 Thy secret hand we bless; on thee He will the thing desir'd bestow,
O Lord, we can depend,
Thou betwixt us and misery Of ev'ry kind dost stand.
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THE will of God is always best, His will be done for ever; Those who confide in him are blest, And prove his love and favor. He helps indeed-in time of need,
'Midst chastisements he saveth; Those who depend-on God their Friend
He never, never leaveth.
2 His comforts daily me sustain, He lends me his assistance; To what he doth for me ordain I'll yield without resistance: True is his word,that ev'n the Lord My hairs in mercy numbers;
He guards and wakes,-care of me takes,
And all my wants remembers,
Or else a better give;
To thee I therefore, Lord, submit My ev'ry fond request, And own, adoring at thy feet, Thy will is always best.
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JESUS, my All, my soul's best Friend, To thee myself I now deliver; Whate'er comes from thy faithful hand,
How hard it be, how strange soever, I'll take it with a passive heart;
And tho' I cannot shout for glad
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