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.

344

2 Cor. ix. 15.

L. M.

Our hope, our portion, and our stay; Our light in darkest shades of night,

Our glory in the brightest day.
2 Unspeakable Thy glories shine ;

Thy wondrous love all praise exceeds;
Angels and men in vain combine

To reach Thy all-transcendent deeds. 3 Thou art the richest gift of God,

To sinners burden'd and distress'd;
The first of all His gifts bestow'd,
The certain pledge of all the rest.

7's.

345 NO

Tit. 11. 13.

LANGFORD. 1 TOW begin the heavenly theme,

Sing aloud the Saviour's name:
Ye who Jesus' kindness prove,

Sing of His redeeming love.
2 Ye who see the Father's grace

Beaming in the Saviour's face,
As to Canaan on ye move,

Praise and bless redeeming love.
3 Mourning souls, refrain your tears;

Trembling hearts, dismiss your fears.
See the guilt and curse remove,

Cancelled by redeeming love. 4 Ye who long, alas ! have been

Willing slaves of death and sin,
Now from bliss no longer rove;
Listen to redeeming love.

5 Welcome all by sin oppress'd :

He alone can give you rest,
Who descended from above,

Prompted by redeeming love.
6 Hither, then, your music bring,

Strike aloud each joyful string :
Saints below, and saints above,
Join to praise redeeming love.

346 Rom. viii. 38.

J

C. M.

BERNARD 1

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,
A sweeter sound than Thy blest name,

O Saviour of mankind.
3 O hope of every contrite heart,

O joy of all the meek,
To those who fall, how kind Thou art !

How good to those who seek!
4 But what to those who find ? ah ! this

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.

347 L

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;
How sweet in heaven Thy beam doth glow,
Denied to eye of flesh below.

3 O Light of light celestial,

O charity ineffable,
Come in Thy hidden majesty;

Fill us with love, ill us with Thee.
4 To Jesus, from the proud conceal'd,

But ever to Thine own reveal'd,
All glory with the Father be,
And Holy Ghost eternally.

But in Thy life the law appears,

Drawn out in living characters.
2 Such was Thy truth, and such Thy zeal,

Such deference to Thy Father's will,
Such love and meekness so divine,
I would transcribe and make them mine.

3 Cold mountains and the midnight air

Witnessed the fervour of Thy prayer;
The desert Thy temptations knew,

Thy conflict, and Thy victory too.
4 Be Thou my pattern; make me bear

More of Thy gracious image here;
Then God the Judge shall own my name
Amongst the followers of the Lamb.

349

Heb. vi. 12. C. M. WATTS. i NIVE me the wings of faith to rise

G+Within the veil, and see
The saints above, how great their joys,

How bright their glories be.
2 Once they were mourning here below,

And wet their couch with tears, They wrestled hard, as we do now,

With sins, and doubts, and fears.
3 I ask them whence their victory came;

They with united breath,
Aseribe their conquest to the Lamb,

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 ?

1

I

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,
The faithless kiss, the crown of thorn,

Are these the consecrated road?
3 "Twas thus He suffered, though a Son,

Foreknowing, choosing, feeling all;
Until the perfect work was done,
And drunk the bitter cup of gall.

4 Lord, should my path through suffering lie,

Forbid it I should e'er repine.
Still let me turn to Calvary,

Nor heed my griefs, remembering Thine. 5 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 : 6 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? 7 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.

HIS MEDIATION.

351

Heb. ix.

C. M.

WATTS. 1

A thousand glories more
Than the rich gems and polished gold

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.
3 Fresh blood as constant as the day

Was on their altar spilt;
But Thy one offering takes away

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.