Show the length, the breadth, the height, And depth of Jesu's love! The blood by faith alone applied! And Jesus crucified! 1 WITH joy we meditate the grace Of our High-Priest above; His heart is made of tenderness, 2 Touch'd with a sympathy within, 3 He in the days of feeble flesh, Pour'd out strong cries and tears, 4 He'll never quench the smoking flax, The bruised reed he never breaks, 5 Then let our humble faith address 1 Hymn 184. L. M. JESUS my all to heav'n is gone, He whom I fix my hopes upon: His track I see, and I'll pursue The narrow way, till him I view. 2 The way the holy prophets went, The road that leads from banishment: The King's highway of holiness, I'll go, for all his paths are peace. 3 This is the way I long have sought, And mourn'd because I found it not; My grief a burden long has been, Because I was not sav'd from sin. 4 The more I strove against its power, I felt its weight and guilt the more; Till late I heard my Saviour say, "Come hither, soul, I AM THE WAY." 5 Lo! glad I come, and thou, blest Lamb, Shalt take me to thee whose I am; Nothing but sin have I to give, Nothing but love shall I receive. 6 Then will I tell to sinners round, What a dear Saviour I have found, I'll point to thy redeeming blood, "Behold the way to God!" And say, Hymn 185. C. M. 1M My everlasting All: Y God, my portion, and my love, I've none but thee in heaven above, 2 What empty things are all the skies, There's nothing here deserves my joys, 3 In vain the bright, the burning sun, "Tis thy sweet beams create my noon, If thou withdraw, 'tis night. 4 And whilst upon my restless bed, If my Redeemer shows his head, 5 To thee we owe our wealth and friends, And health and safe abode; Thanks to thy name for meaner things, 6 How vain a toy is glitt'ring wealth, 7 Were I possessor of the earth, 8 Let others stretch their arms like seas, And grasp in all the shore: Grant me the visits of thy face, Hymn 186. P. M. 1 CH (HILDREN of the heavenly King, As we journey let us sing: Sing our Saviour's worthy praise, Hymn 187. P. M. WHAT shall I do my Saviour to praise ? 1o faithful and true, so plenteous in grace! So strong to deliver, so good to redeem The weakest believer that hangs upon him. 2 How happy the man whose heart is set free, The people who can be joyful in thee; Their joy is to walk in the light of thy face, And still they are talking of Jesus's grace. 3 Their daily delight shall be in thy name, They shall as their right thy righteousness claim; Thy righteousness wearing, and cleans'd by thy blood, Bold shall they appear in the presence of God. 4 For thou art their boast, their glory and power, And I also trust to see the glad hour, My soul's new creation, a life from the dead, The day of salvation, that lifts up my head. 5 For Jesus, my Lord, is now my defence; I trust in his word, none plucks me from thence; [do; Since I have found favour he all things will My King and my Saviour shall make me anew. 6 Yes, Lord, I shall see the bliss of thine own; Thy secret to me shall soon be made known; For sorrow and sadness I joy shall receive, And share in the gladness of all that believe. Hymn 188. L. M. HOW OW do thy mercies close me round, A suff'ring life my Master led; For me, whom watchful angels keep; Yea, he himself becomes my guard; He smooths my bed, and gives me sleep. |