JESUS, my strength, my hope, A self-renouncing will, That tramples down, and casts behind I want a godly fear, A quick discerning eye, I rest upon thy word, Thy promise is for me; My succour and salvation, Lord, HYMN 245. L. M. AFFLICTED Saint, to Jesus dear, Or deep distress, or poverty, Still "As thy day, thy strength shall be." And O, when death appears in view, And," As that day, thy strength shall be." HYMN 246. L. M. O COME, thou wounded Lamb of God, HYMN 247. L. M. THEE will I love, my strength and tower, In darkness willingly I strayed, I sought thee, but from thee I roved; For wide my wand'ring thoughts were spread, Thy creatures more than thee I loved. Give to my eyes refreshing tears, Give to my heart new hallow'd fires, Give to my soul, with filial fears, The love, which all thy sons inspires. CHILD of Sorrow, lend thine ear, Tells thee it was paid for thee. This will bring thee life and joy HYMN 249. C. M. O LET no tear thine eye-lids dim These lips, transform'd, shall sound the words "Hosanna to the Lamb!" These hands, transfigured, sweep the chords These hollow eyes but seem to sleep, An endless watch of bliss to keep, HYMN 252. L. M. THUS far my God has led me on, Temptations everywhere annoy, And sins and snares my peace destroy; Is this, O Lord, the thorny road, 'Tis even so-thy faithful love HYMN 253. C. M. PREPARE prepare-lift up your heads, Ye everlasting gates; A Conqueror's foot your threshold treads! The King of Glory waits! Who is the King of Glory, say; The Conqueror's name who boasts ?He, whom the grave and hell obey; Messiah, Lord of Hosts! Death owns in him the King of kings; Ten thousand thousand saints he brings, R ehold the blood upon his brow! Upon his vest the name! ail, Lamb of God!-we know thee now; We own the Conqueror's claim. HYMN 254. L. M. HEN to the throne of grace I flee, stands between my God and me! here'er I rove, where'er I stray, Tic comes, and crosses in my way. When I attempt to soar above To view the heights of Jesus' love, Ti monster seems to mount the skies, And veils the glory from my eyes. Lord free me from this deadly foe, Which keeps my faith and hope so low : I long to dwell in heav'n, my home, Where not one sinful thought can come. HYMN 255. S. M. OZEN pastures and clear streams, Tho' wilds of brier and thorn, Our Shepherd is our way. Should storms of trouble blow, Warned of the coming shock We to the Rock of Ages go, ur Shepherd is our rock. |