1 JESUS, Lover of my soul, Oh, receive my soul at last! 2 Other refuge have I none; Hangs my helpless soul on thee: Leave, ah! leave me not alone; Still support and comfort me: All my trust on thee is stayed, All my help from thee I bring; Cover my defenseless head 409 With the shadow of thy wing. Christ a Sufficient Saviour. 1 THOU, O Christ, art all I want, I am all unrighteousness: Thou art full of truth and grace. 2 Plenteous grace with thee is found, 7s. 7s. 7s. 1 THOU only Sovereign of my heart, My Refuge, my almighty Friend! And can my soul from thee depart, On whom alone my hopes dépend? 2 Whither, ah! whither shall I go, L. M. A wretched wand'rer from my Lord? Can this dark world of sin and woe 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 of 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 Thy name my inmost powers adore; Thou art my life, my joy, my care: Depart from thee! 't is death, 't is If aught should tempt my soul to stray Thou, Saviour, seest the tears I shed, 3 When storms of fierce temptation beat, And furious foes assail, My refuge is the mercy-seat, My hope within the vail. 4 From strife of tongues, and bitter words, My spirit flies to thee; Joy to my heart the thought affords, 5 And when thine awful voice commands This body to decay, And life, in its last lingering sands, 6 Then, though it be in accents weak, And ask for strength in death to speak, My Saviour died for me. Though hot the fight, why quit the fieid? 2 Though all the flocks and herds were dead, 3 Though sin would fill me with distress, 1 EVERLASTING arms of love 2 He who on th' accursed tree 3 He who now, enthroned above, 5 All things hasten to decay, 6 Scenes will vary, friends grow strange, But the Changeless cannot change: Gladly will I journey on, With his arm to lean upon. 7s. L. M. 61. 1 WHY should I fear the darkest hour, Or tremble at the tempest's power? Jesus vouchsafes to be my tower. 1 CAST thy burden on the Lord; Lean thou only on his word: Ever will he be thy stay, Though the heavens shall melt away. 419 L. M. Be my covert here: 4 And when I come to die, 1 ALWAYS with us, always with us Words of cheer and words of love; Thus the risen Saviour whispers, From his dwelling-place above. 2 With us when we toil in sadness, Sowing much and reaping none; Telling us that in the future Golden harvests shall be won. 3 With us when the storm is sweeping 4 With us in the lonely valley, 8s & 7s. 423 Yes, o'er me, o'er me he watcheth, Yes, for me he standeth pleading, Constant in untiring love. Yes, in me abroad he sheddeth 6 Thus I wait for his returning, Singing all the way to heaven: Such the joyful song of morning, Such the tranquil song of even. 422 "The Rock of my strength." 1 REJOICE, ye saints, rejoice and praise The blessings of redeeming grace! Jesus, your everlasting tower, L. M. Stands firm against the tempest's power. 2 He is a refuge ever nigh; His love endures as mountains high; 3 While all things change, he changes not; 4 Rejoice, ye saints, rejoice and praise Can bear, unmoved, the tempest's power. 1 WHEN our heads are bowed with woe; 2 Thou our feeble flesh hast worn; 3 When the heart is sad within, 4 Thou the shame, the grief, hast known; 5 When our eyes grow dim in death; 6 Thou hast bowed the dying head; 424 “In all points tempted like as we are." C. M. 1 WITH joy we meditate the grace 2 Touched with a sympathy within, He knows what sore temptations mean, 3 He, in the days of feeble flesh, 4 He'll never quench the smoking flax, The bruised reed he never breaks, 5 Then let our humble faith address 1 CHRIST, whose glory fills the skies, Till thy mercy's beams I see — Pierce the gloom of sin and grief; Fill me, radiant Sun divine! Scatter all my unbelief: More and more thyself display, Shining to the perfect day. 426 7s. 1 “And the Light shineth in darkness." 8s & 7s. 1. LIGHT of those whose dreary dwelling Rise and chase the clouds beneath. Pour the day upon our eyes. 4 By thine all-sufficient merit, Every burdened soul release; Every weary, wandering spirit Guide into thy perfect peace. 1 WHEN marshaled on the nightly plain, 2 Hark! hark! to God the chorus breaks, 3 Once on the raging seas I rode: The storm was loud, the night was dark The ocean yawned, and rudely blowed The wind that tossed my foundering bark. 4 Deep horror then my vitals froze; Death-struck, I ceased the tide to stem; When suddenly a star arose! It was the Star of Bethlehem. 5 It was my guide, my light, my all; It bade my dark forebodings cease; And through the storm, and danger's thrall, It led me to the port of peace. 6 Now safely moored, my perils o'er, I'll sing, first in night's diadem, Forever and for evermore, "Let there be light," God said, And there was light! 429 2 There hung a deeper gloom O'er quick and dead, But Jesus burst the tomb, The Star- the Star of Bethlehem! Infinite Worth of Christ. hlehem! C. M 1 INFINITE excellence is thine, Thou glorious Prince of grace! Thy uncreated beauties shine With never-fading rays. |