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2 They shall find rest that learn of me;

I'm of a meek and lowly mind;
But passion rages like the sea,

And pride is restless as the wind. 3 Bless'd is the man whose shoulders take

My yoke, and bear it with delight:
My yoke is easy to his neck,

My grace shall make the burden light. 4 Jesus, we come at Thy command ;

With faith and hope and humble zeal,
Resign our spirits to Thy hand,
To mould and guide us at Thy will

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1 Pet. 11. 7. C. M. DODDRIDGE CESUS! I love Thy charming name,

"Tis music to mine ear;
Fain would I sound it out so loud,

That heaven and earth should hear. 2 Yes, Thou art precious to my soul,

My transport and my trust;
Jewels to Thee are gaudy toys,

And gold is sordid dust.
3 All my capacious powers can wish,

In Thee doth richly meet;
Nor to mine eyes is light so dear,

Nor friendship half so sweet.
4 Thy grace still dwells upon my heart,

And sheds its fragrance there;
The noblest balm of all its wounds,

The cordial of its care.
5 I'll speak the honours of Thy name

With my last labouring breath;
Then speechless clasp Thee in mine arms

My joy in life and death,

Thee we would be always blessing,

Serve Thee as Thy hosts above;
Pray, and praise Thee without ceasing ;

Glory in Thy precious love.
3 Finish, then, Thy new creation ;

Pure, unspotted may we be : Let us see our whole salvation

Perfectly secured by Thee: Changed from glory into glory,

Till in heaven we take our place ; Till we cast our crowns before Thee,

Lost in wonder, love, and praise. 338

Isaiah lxiii. 7. L. M. MEDLEY, 1 A WAKE my soul to je ful days,

And sing thy great Redeemer's praise ; He justly claims a song from me, His

loving-kindness, O how free!
2 When trouble, like a gloomy cloud,

Has gather'd thick, and thunder'd loud,
He near my soul has ever stood;

His loving-kindness, O how good! 3 Soon shall I pass the gloomy vale,

Soon all my mortal powers must fail;
O may my last expiring breath

His loving-kindness sing in death.
4 Then let me mount and soar away,

To the bright world of endless day;
And sing with rapture and surprise
His loving-kindness in the skies.

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Matt. xi. 28-30. L. M. WATTS. 1

Ye heavy-laden sinners, come; I'll give you rest from all your toils, And raise you to my heavenly home.

2 They shall find rest that learn of me;

I'm of a meek and lowly mind;
But passion rages like the sea,

And pride is restless as the wind. 3 Bless'd is the man whose shoulders take

My yoke, and bear it with delight:
My yoke is easy to his neck,

My grace shall make the burden light. 4 Jesus, we come at Thy command;

With faith and hope and humble zeal,
Resign our spirits to Thy hand,
To mould and guide us at Thy will

1 Pet. ii. 7.

C. M.

DODDRIDGE.

340 JES

1 ESUS! I love Thy charming name,

"Tis music to mine ear; Fain would I sound it out so loud,

That heaven and earth should hear. 2 Yes, Thou art precious to my soul,

My transport and my trust; Jewels to Thee are gaudy toys,

And gold is sordid dust.
3 All my capacious powers can wish,

In Thee doth richly meet;
Nor to mine eyes is light so dear,

Nor friendship hall so sweet.
4 Thy grace still dwells upon my heart,

And sheds its fragrance there;
The noblest balm of all its wounds,

The cordial of its care,
5 I'll speak the honours of Thy name

With my last labouring breath;
Then speechless clasp Thee in mine arms,

My joy in life and death,

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1 John iv. 10. C. M.

STEELE 1 TO our Redeemer's glorious name

Awake the sacred song:
O may His love-immortal flame

Tune every heart and tongue. 2 His love, what mortal thought can reach?

What'mortal tongue display? Imagination's utmost stretch

In wonder dies away.
3 He left His radiant throne on high,

Left the bright realms of bliss,
And camne to earth, to bleed and die !

Was ever love like this?
4 Dear Lord, while we adoring pay

Our humble thanks to Thee, May every heart with rapture say,

The Saviour died for me.
5 O may the sweet, the blissful theme,

Fill every heart and tongue,
Till strangers learn Thy glorious name,

And join the sacred song. 342 Isaiah Isiis, et d. 123th 14. DESSLER.

Translated by J.
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Who would not give his heart to Thee ?
Who would not love Thce with his might?
O Jesus, lover of mankind,
Who would not his whole soul and mind,

With all his strength to Thee unite ? 2 Thou shin'st with everlasting rays : Before the insufferable blaze

Angels with both wings veil their eyes. And yet Thou deign'st to come to me, And guide my steps, that I with Thee

Enthroned, may reign in endless bliss.

3 Astonished at Thy frowning brow, Earth, hell, and heaven's strong pillars bow:

Terrible majesty is Thine. Who, then, can that vast love express, Which bows Thee down to me, who less

Than nothing am, till Thou art mine? 4 Fountain of good, all blessing flows From Thee; no want Thy fulness knows:

What but Thyself canst Thou desire ?
Yet, self-sufficient as Thou art,
Thou dost desire my worthless heart:

This, only this, dost Thou require.
5 Primeval Beauty ! in Thy sight
The first-born fairest sons of light

See all their brightest glories fade : What, then, to me Thine eyes could turn ? In sin conceivd, of woman born,

A worm, a leaf, a blast, a shade! 6 Hell's armies tremble at Thy nod, And, trembling, own the Alinighty God,

Sovereign of earth, hell, air, and sky: But who is this that comes from far, Whose garments roll'd in blood appear?

"Tis God made man, for man to die.

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343 Matt. IX. 28. C. M. DODDRIDGE

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VAVIOUR of men, and Lord of love,
With joy that errand we review,

On which Thy mercy came.

2 For us mean, wretched, sinful men

Thou laid'st that glory by,
First in our mortal flesh to serve,

Then in that flesh to die.

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