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Grant I may watch both day and night, 10 Thy love, my Saviour, all supplies

To keep this heav'nly treasure That to my soul is wanting,
From the seizure

'Tis the true light unto mine eyes, Of Satan's secret spite,

My cordial, when I'm fainting : Who seeks our woe with pleasure. My bread and wine, my costly dress, 5 Thou cam'st in love to my relief, My joy and delectation,

Bar'st sin's due pain and torment, My salvation,
Hung'st on the cross just like a thief, My comfort in distress,
Or murd'rer,
without garment,

My refuge 'midst oppression.
Scorn'd, spit upon, and sore distrest:

11 My dearest Lord, shouldst thou reO! let thy suff'rings enter

move, To the centre

Nought else could yield me pleasure; of this my stubborn breast,

Shouldst thou withdraw thy precious To melt and make it tender.

love, 6 The blood, which thou hast shed for me, I lose my only treasure. Is precious, pure and holy; Thee


I seek and entertain,
Butthis my heart,that swerves from thee, With inward joy receive thee,
Is hard, replete with folly :

Never leave thee,
Lord! may the virtue of thy blood And ne'er henceforth again
Sink deep into the nature

Unfaithful prove and grieve thee. Of thy creature,

12 Thy love hath always been the same, And its kind influences spread

And ever did pursue me; Thro' ev'ry vein and feature.

Before I knew thy saving name, 7 O that

heart with eagerness


thou didst view me.
Would open wide, and gather Olet thy love, almighty Lord,
Each drop of blood my sins did press Continue to direct me,
From thee, my
Mediator !

And protect me,
O were mine eyes a well of tears,

Yea, help to me afford,
for thee

Saviour !

'Gainst all that would obstruct me. May I ever, Freed from all needless fears,

13 Thy love uphold me, when distrest, Enjoy thy love and favor.

Give strength, when I am feeble;

And when this mortal period's past, 8 O that I with a babe's desire

Thou, who to save art able, Came running, weeping, stretching,

Support, and strengthen my weak faith; So long, till love's celestial fire

Apply thy pow'rful merit
My longing soul were catching :
Without thy love there's nought but gall, That I may after death,

To my spirit,
Nought else yields satisfaction,
But distraction,

Eternal joy inherit.
Nought else I joy can call,
Nought else gives me refection.

403.* 9 Thy love divine is perfect rest,

The source of all true pleasure : JESUS, my highest treasure ! O Jesus, be my soul thus blest,

In thy communion blest,
T' enjoy thee in full measure ! I find unsully'd pleasure,
Shed in my heart thy love abroad; True happiness and rest.

O let thy blood be healing Myself as an oblation
All that's ailing,

I have to thee assign'd,
And that depravity

Because thou by thy passion I am with grief bewailing.

Hast heal'd my sin-sick mind.

T. 151.

2 O joy, all joys exceeding ! 4 Jesus, thou my only rest, Thou Bread most heavenly,

O my Jesus, let me find thee; When I on thee am feeding, Jesus, take me to thy breast, Thou dost me satisfy

With thy cords of love now bind me.
With marrow and with fatness, Thou’rt the object of my mind,
With comfort, joy and peace,

I am by thy love inflamed ;
And fill'st my heart with gladness, Ev'ry good that can be named,
Assuaging my distress.

Ev'ry bliss in thee I find.
3 Let me perceive thy friendly,
Thy cheering countenance;

5 May I.of thy chosen bride Spread thro' my heart its kindly

Be a member chaste and holy ; Enliv’ning influence.

Let me quite in thee confide, Without thee, gracious Saviour,

Cleave to thee and love thee solely: To live, is nought but pain;

Jesus, kindly me receive; T' enjoy thy love and favor,

Thine alone may I be called; Is happiness and gain.

Grant, that what hath me inthralled 4 Earth's glory to inherit,

May no longer me enslave. Is not what I desire:

6 Thou in grace hast look'd on me, My heav'nly minded spirit

And with precious gifts hast blessed; Glows with a nobler fire;

Yet content I cannot be, Where Christ himself appeareth Till I am of thee possessed. In brightest majesty,

Jesus, now upon me shine, For me a place prepareth,

Jesus, be my Sun resplendent, There, there I long to be.

Jesus, be my joy transcendent,

Jesus, be thou ever mine !
T. 156.
JESUS is my Light most fair,
Jesus yields me solid pleasure;

405.* In his love I have a share,

This I count my highest treasure : I'LL glory in nothing but only in He alone is my delight,

Jesus, He my soul hath captivated, As wounded and bruised from sin to With his love I'm penerated ;

release us: He hath overcome me quite. For he is my Refuge, to him I'll cleave 2 Round his pierced feet I'll cling,

solely, Him I seek with love most tender ; Thus can I, like Enoch, in this world And accurs'd be ev'ry thing,

live holy. Which my seeking him would hinder.

2 What tho' the world foameth and Tell me nought of worldly fame, Tell me nought of earthly treasure, I in my dear crucify’d. Jesus will

rageth with fury, Would you please in any measure, Tell me of his lovely name.


Beside him my Saviour I'll know 3 But himself I must behold,

nothing ever, To him I will make confession :

From whom neither trials, nor death My defects are manifold,

me shall sever. But I trust to his compassion. For I cannot, will not rest,

3 My Saviour takes notice of hearts Till I've found


dearest Saviour, for him pining, Till he looks on me in favor, He soothes their distress who on him Till he grants me my request,

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All this I've experienc'd, I therefore 5 With my Jesus I will stay,
will hold him,


preserves and feedeth; I never will leave him, my faith shall He, the Life, the Truth, the Way, infold him.

Me to living waters leadeth; 4. My Jesus is always desirous to meet Christ, I'll never part with thee!

Blessed, who can say with me, me, Abounding in love, and in mercy to greet me.


T. 22. Above all I love him, for he is my trea- DEAR Jesus, when I think on thee,

sure, I humbly adore him and serve him Thy blest remembrance yields delight,

My heart for joy doth leap in me; with pleasure.

Till faith is changed into sight. 5 My heart's fix'd on Jesus, whose 2 When thou art near, I must confess, love is so tender,

I feel a bliss I can't express : My life and my all unto him I surren- Thy love, my Saviour, ne'er can cloy,

Fountain of bliss, and source of joy, He is and remaineth my heart's meditation,

3 Let me by faith behold thy face, My faith's only object, till my con- Still taste thy love, and share thy grace

; summation,

Still let my tongue resound thy name,
And Jesus be my constant theme.

4 Thy love and mercies all exceed;
406. *
T. 83.

The more I on these dainties feed, The more my eager

soul is bent JESUS will I never leave,

To live but in this element. He's the God of my salvation; 5 Blest Jesus, what delicious fare, · Thro' his merits I receive

How sweet thy entertainments are ! Pardon, life and consolation :

Never did angels taste above All the powers of my mind,

Redeeming grace and dying love. . To my Saviour be resign'd. 2 Nought on earth can satisfy


T. 11.
One desire which God inspireth,

DEAREST Jesus, come to me, Only Jesus can supply

And abide eternally;
All my needy heart requireth;

Friend of needy sinners, come,
He all losses can retrieve,
Him I'll therefore never leave,

Fill and make my heart thy bome.

2 Oftentimes for thee I sigh, 3 He is mine, and I am his, Join'd with him in close communion; Nothing else can give me joy;

cry And his bitter passion is The foundation of this union ;

Dearest Jeșus, come to me! Full of hopes, which never yield,

3 Should I in earth's pleasures roll, Firm on him, my Rock, I build. None could satisfy my soul;

Thee, O Jesus! I adore, 4 O the happy hours I spend,

Thou’rt my pleasure evermore.
With him in blest conversation!
He's my near and Faithful Friend, 4 Jesus, thee alone I call,

Full of grace, peace, and salvation; My beloved Friend, my All;
From the look at Jesus' wounds Nothing, whatsoe'er it be,
Pure delight to me redounds. Shall divide my heart with theco

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3 As Mary ador'd GRACIOUS Redeemer, thou hast me when her thou didst greet,

Her Master and Lord, To come to thee invited;

And deeply abas'd she embraced thy Thy love, to love thee ardently

feet; Hath

cold heart excited.

4 As Thomas with awe,
2 Thy cross, thy shame, thy pangs, When thy wounds he saw,
thy smart,

His Saviour avow'd, And cry'd with Thy wounds, and bitter passion, Now melt and captivate my

conviction,"My Lord and my God!” heart,

5 As Peter reply'd, And prompt my adoration.

His love being try'd, 3 The fire of love that burns within, My heartthou dost prove,-Lord, thou Is that divine impression,

knowest all things, thou know’st that That thou didst suffer for my sin,

I love;" And die for my transgression.

6 So may I, each day,


A clearer display
Obtain of thy grace ;-Thus

my love Tis evident that Jesus loves,

Jesus ! to thee will increase.
His death for us this fully proves ;
He lov'd the world, a sinful race,


T. 45. He loves the church, his flock of grace, Whatsplendid rays—oftruth & grace, He loveth children, yea he loveth me All other lights excelling, Who nought deserv'd but endless mis- I perceive, when Jesus Christ ery.

Makes my heart his dwelling! 20 may

I in his love be blest, 2 He blesseth me--so sensibly, Like John, reclining on his breast; That spirit, soul and body, And oft, like humble Magdalen, Can in him my Saviour joy, Adore the Friend of sinful men, Tho' quite poor and needy. With longing heart attending at his

3 His looks of grace-insure always feet,

To me my heav'nly calling : Till with a gracious look from him I

Am I weak, his hand preserves meet.

Me his child from falling. 3 I'll weep whene'er he's not to me

4 My earnest pray'r-whileabsenthere What a most cordial friend can be;

From him my soul's Beloved, Do I not always feel him nigh,

Is, that my heart's confidence And his reviving grace enjoy,

In him be unmoved. Do I not in his sweet communion live,

5 Could I with him-spend allmy time, Nought else to my poor soul can comfort give

In constant love's fruition,

Infinitely happy then

Would be
T. 4.


my WHEN duly I weigh,

6 Whene'er I mourn—and humbly turn How much day by day

For comfort to my Jesus; Thee, Lord, I havet ry’d, -My Friend I have never failing proofs

ever faithful, who for me hast dy'd ; That he's near and gracious. 2 I own the fault mine:

7 They whoalways our Saviour's face Thy patience divine,

Seek upon each occasion, Which clearly I trace_With tears fills Never fail to be refresh'd my eyes, with shame covers my face. With his consolation.


T. 167.

415. T. 11. O COULD we but love that Saviour, HARK, my soul! it is the Lord;

Who loves us so ardently, 'Tis thy Saviour, hear his word; As we ought, our souls would ever Jesus speaks, and speaks to thee, Full of joy and comfort be!

Say, poor sinner, lov'st thou me?" If we, by his love excited,

2 ~ I deliver'd thee, when bound, Could ourselves and all forget, s And when wounded heal'd thy wound; Then, with Jesus Christ united,

Sought thee wand'ring, set thee right, We should heav'n anticipate !

Turn'd thy darkness into light. 2 Did but Jesus' love and merit

3 « Can a woman's tender care Fill our hearts both night and day, “ Cease towards the child she bare?-, And the unction of his Spirit

Yea, she may forgetful be,
All our thoughts and actions sway! " Yet will I remember thee.
O might all of us be ready
Cheerfully to testify,

4 " Mine is an unchanging love, How our spirit, soul and body,

• Higher than the heights above,

" Deeper than the depths beneath, Do in God our Saviour joy!

“ Free and faithful, strong's death. 414. T. 14.

5 “ Thou shalt see my glory soon,

" When the work of grace is done, TEN thousand talents once I ow'd,

Partner of my throne shalt be; And nothing had to pay;

Say, poor sinner, lov'st thou me?" But Jesus freed me from the load, And wash'd debt my

6 Lord, it is my chief complaint, away.



love is weak and faint; 2 Yet since the Lord forgave my sin, Yet I love thee, and adore,

And blotted out my score; Oh for grace to love thee more!
Much more indebted I have been,
Than e'er I was before.

416. T. 14. 3 My guilt is cancell'd quite, I know, TEACH meyet more ofthy blest ways, And satisfaction made;

Thou slaughter'd Lamb of God! But the vast debt of love I owe

And fix and root me in the Can never be repaid.

So dearly bought with blood. 4 The love I owe for sin forgiv'n, 2 O tell me often of each wound, For power to believe,

Of ev'ry grief and pain; For present peace, and promis'd heav'n, And let my heart with joy confess, No angel can conceive.

From hence comes all my gain. 5 That love of thine, thou sinners' Friend, 3 For thee, O may I freely count Witness thy bleeding heart !

Whate'er I have but loss; My little all can ne'er extend

And ev'ry name, and ev'ry thing, To pay a thousandth part.

Compar'd with thee, but dross. 6 Nay more, the poor returns I make 4 Engrave this deeply in my heart, I first from thee obtain;

That thou for me wast slain; And 'tis of grace, that thou wilt take Then shall I, in my small degree, Such poor returns again.

Return thy love again. 7. 'Tis well-it shall my glory be, 5 But who can pay that mighty debt,

(Let who will boast their store) Or equal love like thine ? In time and in eternity,

My heart, by nature cold and dead, To owe thee more and more.

To thankfulness incline.


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