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3 His grace will to the end
Stronger and brighter shine ;
Shall quench the spark divine.
Nor feel the heavenly flame,
And rest upon His name.
Subside at His control:
The midnight of the soul. 6 Blest is the man, O God,
That stays himself on Thee: Who waits for Thy salvation, Lord,
Shall Thy salvation see.
Psalm xlviii. 14. 4 8's. C. WESLEY. 1
Our faithful, unchangeable Friend, Whose love is as great as His power, And neither
knows measure nor end. 2 Tis Jesus, the First and the Last,
Whose Spirit shall guide us safe home :
HIS ASPIRATIONS AFTER THE
508 Ephes, 11. 16.
. L. M. WATTS. 1
By faith and love in every breast : Then shall we know, and taste, and feel The joys that cannot be express’d.
MMy everlasting all
2 Come, fill our hearts with inward strength,
Make our enlarged souls possess,
More than our thoughts or wishes know,
By all the church, through Christ His Son. 509
Psalm lxxiii. 25. C. M. WATTS. 1 Y God, my portion, and my love, I've none but Thee in heaven above,
Or on this earthly ball.
And health, and safe abode;
But they are not my God.
If once compared to Thee!
Or all my friends to me?
And called the stars my own,
I were a wretch undone.
And grasp in all the shore,
Exodus xxxiii. 21-23. 112th M. 510
C. WESLEY 1 *O rest,
My all of happiness below,
Grant my importunate request,
The brightness of eternal day.
Make all Thy glorious goodness pass.
Reveal Thy love, Thy glorious name. 3 O put me in the cleft; empower
My soul the glorious sight to bear :
Psalm xvii. 15. S. M. WATTS. 1 Y God, my life, my love, I cannot live if Thou remove,
For Thou art all in all.
How amiable they are !
And nowhere else but there. 3 To Thee, and Thee alone,
The angels owe their bliss ;
And dwell where Jesus is. 4 Not all the harps above
Can make a heavenly place,
Or but conceal His face.
Nor earth, nor all the sky,
Can one delight afford, No, not a drop of real joy,
Without Thy presence, Lord. 6 Thou art the sea of love
Where all my pleasures roll,
And centre of my soul.
512 Psalm lxxvii. 6.
L. M. WATTS God, permit me not to be Amidst a thousand thoughts I rove,
Forgetful of my highest love. 2 Why should my passions mix with earth,
And thus debase my heavenly birth?
And let my God, my Saviour, go ? 3 Call me away from flesh and sense,
One soy'reign word can draw me thence;
And all inferior joys resign.
Let noise and vanity begone;
HIS ASPIRATIONS AFTER
Rev. vii. 14, 15. L. M. DESSLER
Translated by J. WESLEY. 1
To wash me in Thy cleansing blood ; To dwell within Thy wounds: then pain Is sweet, and life or death is gain,
513 I God,
2 Take my poor heart, and let it be
For ever closed to all but Thee :
That pledge of love for ever there. 3 How blest are they who still abide
Close-sheltered in Thy bleeding side; Who life and strength from thence derve,
And by Thee move, and in Thee live ! 4 What are our works but sin and death,
Till Thou Thy quickening Spirit breathe ? Thou giv'st the power Thy grace to move:
O wondrous grace! O boundless love! 5 How can it be, Thou heavenly King,
That Thou should'st us to glory bring ? Make slaves the partners of Thy throne,
Deck'd with a never-fading crown? 6 Hence our hearts melt, our eyes o'erflow;
Our words are lost ; nor will we know,
“My Lord, my Love, is crucified."
To know the wonders Thou hast wrought; Unloose our stammering tongues to tell
Thy love immense, unscarchable.
To Thee, lo ! all our souls we bow;
514 Psalm exix. 94. 78
C. WESLEY. 1
Thine, and only Thine, I am ;