2 They shall find rest that learn of me; 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; 340 1 Pet. 11. 7. C. M. DODDRIDGE 1 JESUS! I love Thy charming name, mine ear; Fain would I sound it out so loud, That heaven and earth should hear. 2 Yes, Thou art precious to my soul, 3 All my capacious powers can wish, 4 Thy grace still dwells upon my heart, 5 I'll speak the honours of Thy name 341 1 T 1 John iv. 10. C. M. STEELE 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, And came to earth, to bleed and die! 4 Dear Lord, while we adoring pay 5 O may the sweet, the blissful theme, Till strangers learn Thy glorious name, 342 Isaiah Ixill. 7; 1. 113th M. DESSLER. 1 Translated by J. WESLEY. GOD, of good the unfathomed sea, Who would not love Thee with his might? Who would not his whole soul and mind, 2 Thou shin'st with everlasting rays: 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, Who, then, can that vast love express, 4 Fountain of good, all blessing flows 5 Primeval Beauty! in Thy sight 6 Hell's armies tremble at Thy nod, 343 Matt. xx. 28. C. M. DODDRIDGE. 1 AVIOUR of men, and Lord of love, 2 For us mean, wretched, sinful men First in our mortal flesh to serve, 341 1 1 John iv. 10. C. M. STEELE 10 our Redeemer's glorious name T O may His love-immortal flame- 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, And came to earth, to bleed and die ! 4 Dear Lord, while we adoring pay 5 O may the sweet, the blissful theme, Till strangers learn Thy glorious name, 342 Isaiah Ixiii. 7; 1. 113th M. DESSLER. 1 Translated by J. WESLEY. GOD, of good the unfathomed sea, Who would not his whole soul and mind, 2 Thou shin'st with everlasting rays: 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 5 Primeval Beauty! in Thy sight A worm, a leaf, a blast, a shade! 6 Hell's armies tremble at Thy nod, 343 Matt. xx. 28. C. M. DODDRIDGE. 1 SAVIOUR of men, and Lord of love, With joy that errand we review, On which Thy mercy came. 2 For us mean, wretched, sinful men |