The Chapel Hymnal

He drew me with the cords of love, And thus He bound me

to Him;

297 SAWLEY C. M.

James Walch, 1860

I Jesus, these eyes have

nev - er seen That radiant form of Thine;

O3 6-4

The veil of sense hangs dark be-tween Thy bless-ed face and mine. A - MEN.

I JESUS, Thou art the sinner's Friend; 4 Lord, I am guilty, I am vile,

As such I look to Thee;

Now, in the fulness of Thy love,

O Lord, remember me.

2 Remember Thy pure word of grace,
Remember Calvary's tree,
Remember all Thy dying groans,
And then remember me.

3 Thou wondrous Advocate with God,
I yield my soul to Thee;
While Thou art pleading on the throne,
Dear Lord, remember me.

But Thy salvation's free ; Then, in Thine all-abounding grace,

Dear Lord, remember me.

5 Howe'er forsaken or despised,
Howe'er oppressed I be,
Howe'er forgotten here on earth,
Do Thou remember me.

6 And when I close my eyes in death,
And human help shall flee,
Then, then, my dear redeeming God,
O then remember me.

Rev. Richard Burnham, 1796: verses 1, 4, alt.

Thou wilt not leave me to de-spair, For Thou art Love Di-vine.

2 Peace, perfect peace, by thronging duties pressed?
To do the will of Jesus, this is rest.

3 Peace, perfect peace, with sorrows surging round?
On Jesus' bosom naught but calm is found.

4 Peace, perfect peace, with loved ones far away?
In Jesus' keeping we are safe, and they.

5 Peace, perfect peace, our future all unknown?
Jesus we know, and He is on the throne.

6 Peace, perfect peace, death shadowing us and ours?
Jesus has vanquished death and all its powers.

7 It is enough: earth's struggles soon shall cease,
And Jesus call us to heaven's perfect peace.

301 (GORTON) S. M.

I MY spirit on Thy care,

Blest Saviour, I recline;
Thou wilt not leave me to despair,
For Thou art Love Divine.

2 In Thee I place my trust,

On Thee I calmly rest;

I know Thee good, I know Thee just,
And count Thy choice the best.

Bishop Edward H. Bickersteth, 1875

Whate'er events betide,

Thy will they all perform;

Safe in Thy breast my head I hide,

Nor fear the coming storm.

4 Let good or ill befall,

It must be good for me;
Secure of having Thee in all,
Of having all in Thee.

Rev. Henry F. Lyte, 1834

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