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3 Bought with Thy service
and Thy blood, We doubly, Lord, are Thine; To Thee our lives we would devote,
To Thee our death resign.
2 Cor. ix. 15.
Our hope, our portion, and our stay; Our light in darkest shades of night,
Our glory in the brightest day.
Thy wondrous love all praise exceeds;
To reach Thy all-transcendent deeds. 3 Thou art the richest gift of God,
To sinners burden'd and distress'd;
Tit. 11. 13.
LANGFORD. 1 TOW begin the heavenly theme,
Sing aloud the Saviour's name:
Sing of His redeeming love.
Beaming in the Saviour's face,
Praise and bless redeeming love.
Trembling hearts, dismiss your fears.
Cancelled by redeeming love. 4 Ye who long, alas ! have been
Willing slaves of death and sin,
5 Welcome all by sin oppress'd :
He alone can give you rest,
Prompted by redeeming love.
Strike aloud each joyful string :
346 Rom. viii. 38.
With sweetness fills my breast 3 But sweeter far Thy face to see,
And in Thy presence rest. 2 Nor voice can sing, nor heart can frame,
Nor can the memory find,
O Saviour of mankind.
O joy of all the meek,
How good to those who seek!
Nor tongue nor pen can show; The love of Jesus what it is,
None but His loved ones know. 6 Jesus, our only joy be Thou,
As Thou our prize wilt be; Jesus, be Thou our glory now,
And through eternity.
John 1. 9.
L. M, IGHT of the soul, O Saviour bless'd,
Soon as Thy presence fills the breast, Darkness and guilt are put to flight, And all is sweetness and delight.
2 Son of the Father, Lord Most High,
How glad is he who feels Thee nigh;
3 O Light of light celestial,
O charity ineffable,
Fill us with love, ill us with Thee.
But ever to Thine own reveal'd,
But in Thy life the law appears,
Drawn out in living characters.
Such deference to Thy Father's will,
3 Cold mountains and the midnight air
Witnessed the fervour of Thy prayer;
Thy conflict, and Thy victory too.
More of Thy gracious image here;
Heb. vi. 12. C. M. WATTS. i NIVE me the wings of faith to rise
G+Within the veil, and see
How bright their glories be.
And wet their couch with tears, They wrestled hard, as we do now,
With sins, and doubts, and fears.
They with united breath,
Their triumph to His death. 4 They marked the footsteps that He trod,
His zeal inspired their breast; And, following their Incarnate God,
Possess the promised rest. 5 Our glorious Leader claims our praise
For His own pattern given, While the long cloud of witnesses
Shew the same path to heaven.
350 John xil. 26.
L. M. CONDER row shall I follow Him I serve ?
Nor from those blessed footsteps swerve,
Which lead me to His seat above. 2 Privations, sorrows, bitter scorn,
The life of toil, the mean abode,
Are these the consecrated road?
Foreknowing, choosing, feeling all;
4 Lord, should my path through suffering lie,
Forbid it I should e'er repine.
Nor heed my griefs, remembering Thine. 5 Oh, let me think how Thou didst leave
Untasted every pure delight,
The toilsome day, the homeless night : 6 To faint, to grieve, to die for me !
Thou camest not Thyself to please.
Shall I not love Thee more than these? 7 Yes, I would count them all but loss,
To gain the notice of Thine eye.
A thousand glories more
The song of Aaron wore. 2 They first their own burnt-offerings brought,
To purge themselves from sin ; Thy life was pure without a spot,
And all Thy nature clean.
Was on their altar spilt;
For ever all our guilt. 4 Their priesthood ran through several hands,
For mortal was their race; Thy never-changing office stands
Eternal as Thy days.