FOR mercies countless as the sands,
Which daily I receive

From Jesus my Redeemer's hands,
My soul, what canst thou give?

Alas! from such a heart as mine,
What can I bring him forth?
My best is stained and dyed with sin;
My all is nothing worth.

Yet this acknowledgment I'll make
For all he has bestowed,
Salvation's sacred cup I'll take,
And call upon my God.
The best return for one like me,
So wretched and so poor,
Is from his gifts to draw a plea,
And ask him still for more.

I cannot serve him as I ought;
No works have I to boast;
Yet would I glory in the thought,
That I shall owe him most.

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1 I WOULD not wish to dwell on earth,
Though earth were all my own,
And mortal men should homage yield
To me, and me alone.

2 I would not wish in heaven to dwell,
And like a seraph shine;
Though bliss is there, without a tear,
And all that bliss were mine.

3 But I would dwell where most I may Fulfill my Saviour's will;

My only wish, in life, in death,
To glorify him still.

4 While action may his praise reveal,
My cheerful act I'd pay;

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When suff'ring best may please my Lord, By suff'ring I'd obey.

Doth not each pulse with pleasure bound My Saviour's voice to hear?

4 Hast thou a lamb in all thy flock
I would disdain to feed?

Hast thou a foe before whose face
I fear thy cause to plead?

5 Would not my heart pour forth its blood In honor of thy name?

And challenge the cold hand of death
To damp th' immortal flame?

6 Thou know'st I love thee, dearest Lord; But, oh! I long to soar

Far from the sphere of mortal joys,
And learn to love thee more.

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Forbid that I should e'er repine: Still let me turn to Calvary,

Nor heed my griefs, rememb'ring thine. 2 Oh, let me think how thou didst leave, Untasted, every pure delight, To fast, to faint, to watch, to grieve, The toilsome day, the homeless night,

3 To faint, to grieve, to die for me!

Thou camest not thyself to please: And, dear as earthly comforts be,

Shall I not love thee more than these?

4 Yes: I would count them all but loss,
To gain the notice of thine eye:
Flesh shrinks and trembles at the cross,
But thou canst give the victory.
5 Saviour! thy needful grace afford:

On thee my trembling soul I cast:
Perfect thy work within me, Lord,
And own my worthless name at last.

1 BLEST Jesus! when my soaring thoughts O'er all thy graces rove,

How is my soul in transport lost,
In wonder, joy, and love!

2 Not softest strains can charm my ears,
Like thy belovéd name;

Nor aught beneath the skies inspire
My heart with equal flame.

3 Where'er I look, my wondering eyes

Unnumbered blessings see; But what is life, with all its bliss, If once compared with thee?

4 Hast thou a rival in my breast?

Search, Lord, for thou canst tell
If aught can raise my passions thus,
Or please my soul so well.

5 No: thou art precious to my heart,
My portion and my joy:
Forever let thy boundless grace
My sweetest thoughts employ.

COMPARED With Christ, in all beside
No comeliness I see;

The one thing needful, dearest Lord,
Is to be one with thee.

2 The sense of thine expiring love
Into my soul convey;

Thyself bestow! for thee alone,
My All in All, I pray.

3 Less than thyself will not suffice
My comfort to restore;

More than thyself I cannot crave,
And thou canst give no more.

4 Whate'er consists not with thy love, Oh, teach me to resign!

I'm rich to all th' intents of bliss,
If thou, O Lord, art mine.

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"Jesus alone deserves my heart."

1 YE earthly vanities! depart;
Forever hence remove:
Jesus alone deserves my heart,
And every thought of love.

2 His heart, where love and pity dwelt
In all their softest forms,
Sustained the heavy load of guilt
For lost, rebellious worms.

3 Can I my bleeding Saviour view,
And yet ungrateful prove?
And pierce his wounded heart anew,
And grieve his injured love?

4 Forbid it, Lord! oh, bind this heart, This roving heart of mine,

So firm that it may ne'er depart,
In chains of love divine!

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1 Ò LOVE divine, how sweet thou art! When shall I find my willing heart

All taken up by thee?

I thirst, I faint, I die to prove
The greatness of redeeming love, -
The love of Christ to me.

2 Stronger his love than death or hell: No mortal can its riches tell,

Nor first-born sons of light:
In vain they long its depths to see;
They cannot reach the mystery,

The length, the breadth, the height.

! MORE hard than marble is my heart, And foul with sins of deepest stain: But thou the mighty Saviour art,

Nor flowed thy cleansing blood in vain: Ah, soften, melt this rock, and may Thy blood wash all these stains away! 2 Oh that I, as a little child,

May follow thee, and never rest,

Till sweetly thou hast breathed thy mild
And lowly mind into my breast!
May I be one, O Lord, with thee,
And never parted may we be.

3 Still let thy love point out my way: How wondrous things that love hath wrought!

Still lead me, lest I go astray;

Direct my word, inspire my thought: And if I fall, soon may I hear Thy voice, and know thy love is near. 4 In suffering be thy love my peace;

In weakness be thy love my power; And, when the storms of life shall cease, Jesus! in that momentous hour,

In death as life be thou my guide,
And save me, who for me hast died!

1 Он, could I find, from day to day, A nearness to my God!

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Then should my hours glide sweet away, While leaning on his word.

2 Lord, I desire with thee to live
Anew from day to day;

In joys the world can never give,
Nor ever take away.

3 Blest Jesus! come and rule my heart,
And make me wholly thine,

That I may never more depart,
Nor grieve thy love divine.

4 Thus, till my last, expiring breath,
Thy goodness I'll adore;

And when my frame dissolves in death, My soul shall love thee more.

1 I THIRST, but not as once I did,

The vain delights of earth to share; Thy wounds, Immanuel, all forbid That I should seek my pleasures there. 2 It was the sight of thy dear cross

First weaned my heart from earthly things,

And taught me to esteem as dross

The mirth of fools and pomp of kings. 3 Oh for that grace which springs from thee, And quickens all things where it flows; Which makes a wretched thorn like me, Bloom as the myrtle or the rose!

4 For sure, of all the plants that share
The notice of thy Father's eye,
None proves less grateful to his care,
Or yields him meaner fruit than I.

Thine we are, thou Son of God: Take the purchase of thy blood!

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“Jesus, Saviour, pity me.”

1 PITY, Lord! the child of clay,
Who can only weep and pray
Only on thy love depend:
Thou who art the sinner's friend-
Thou, the sinner's only plea -
Jesus, Saviour, pity me!

2 From thy flock, a straying lamb,
Tender Shepherd, though I am;
Now upon the mountain cold,
Lost, I long to gain the fold,
And within thine arms to be:
Jesus, Saviour, pity me!

3 Oh, where stillest streams are poured,
In green pastures lead me, Lord!
Bring me back, where angels sound
Joy to the poor wanderer found;
Evermore my Shepherd be:

Jesus, Saviour, pity me!

1 FLOW fast, my tears! the cause is great; This tribute claims an injured FriendOne whom I long pursued with hate, And yet he loved me to the end. 2 Fast flow my tears, yet faster flow! Stream copious as yon purple tide: 'Twas I that dealt the deadly blow;

I urged the hand that pierced his side. 3 Fast, and yet faster flow my tears! Love breaks the heart, and drowns the eyes;

His visage marred toward heaven he rears, And, pleading for his murderers, dies!

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Obligation to Christ manifested.

1 CHOSEN not for good in me,
Wakened up from wrath to flee,
Hidden in the Saviour's side,
By the Spirit sanctified-
Teach me, Lord, on earth to show,
By my love, how much I owe.

2 Oft I walk beneath the cloud,
Dark as midnight's gloomy shroud;
But, when fear is at the height,
Jesus comes, and all is light;
Blessed Jesus! bid me show
Doubting saints how much I owe.

3 Oft the nights of sorrow reign
Weeping, sickness, sighing, pain;
But a night thine anger burns
Morning comes, and joy returns:
God of comforts! bid me show
To thy poor how much I owe.

7s. 4 When in flowery paths I tread,
Oft by sin I'm captive led;
Oft I fall, but still arise
Jesus comes- the tempter flies:
Blessed Jesus! bid me show
Weary sinners all I owe.

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1 JESUS, whom angel-hosts adore, Became a man of griefs for me; In love, though rich, becoming poor, That I through him enriched might be. 2 Though Lord of all, above, below, He went to Olivet for me;

There drank my cup of wrath and woe,
When bleeding in Gethsemane.

3 The ever-blesséd Son of God
Went up to Calvary for me;
There paid my debt, there bore my load,
In his own body on the tree.

4 Jesus, whose dwelling is the skies,
Went down into the grave for me;
There overcame my enemies,
There won the glorious victory.

5 T is finished all: the vail is rent,
The welcome sure, the access free;-
Now then, we leave our banishment,
O Father, to return to thee!

3 The darkness of my former state,
The bondage, all was mine:
The light of life in which I walk,
The liberty is thine.

4 Thy grace first made me feel my sin, And taught me to believe:

Then, in believing, peace I found,
And now, I live, I live!

C. M.