nor is my boasting vain Till then, I boast a Saviour slain; And O, may this my glory be,
That Christ is not ashamed of me.
[By PHILIP DODDRIDGE, D. D., a Dissenting minister of England; born 1702; died 1751.]
ESUS, I love Thy charming name,
'Tis music to my ear:
Fain would I sound it out so loud
That earth and heaven should hear.
2 Yes, Thou art precious to my soul,
My transport and my trust:
Jewels, to Thee, are gaudy toys,
And gold is sordid dust.
3 All my capacious powers can wish
In Thee doth richly meet;
Nor to mine eyes is light so dear,
Nor friendship half so sweet.
4 Thy grace still dwells upon my heart,
And sheds its fragrance there :
The noblest balm of all its wounds,
The cordial of its care.
5 I'll speak the honors of Thy Name
With my last laboring breath:
Then speechless clasp Thee in mine arms,
The antidote of death.
Contrition.
[By CHARLES WESLEY.]
ESUS, let Thy pitying eye
Call back a wand'ring sheep;
False to Thee, like Peter, I
Would fain like Peter weep.
Let me be by grace restored:
On me be all long-suff'ring shown;
Turn, and look upon me, Lord,
And break my heart of stone.
2 Saviour, Prince, enthroned above,
Repentance to impart,
Give me, through Thy dying love,
The humble, contrite heart:
Give what I have long implored,
A portion of Thy grief unknown :
Turn, and look upon me, Lord,
And break my heart of stone.
3 For Thine own compassion's sake,
The gracious wonder show;
Cast my sins behind Thy back,
And wash me white as snow;
If Thy bowels now are stirr'd,
If now I do myself bemoan,
Turn, and look upon me, Lord,
And break my heart of stone.
While the nearer waters roll,
While the tempest still is high;
Hide me, O my Saviour, hide,
Till the storin of life be past;
Safe into the haven guide,
O receive my soul at last.
2 Other refuge have I none;
Hangs my helpless soul on Thee:
Leave, O leave me not alone;
Still support and comfort me:
All my trust on Thee is stay'd;
All my help from Thee I bring;
Cover my defenseless head
With the shadow of Thy wing.
3 Thou, O Christ, art all I want: More than all in Thee I find: Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, Heal the sick, and lead the blind.
Just and holy is Thy name;
I am all unrighteousness;
False and full of sin I am;
Thou art full of truth and grace.
4 Plenteous grace with Thee is found, Grace to cover all my sin:
Let the healing streams abound;
Make and keep me pure within.
Thou of life the fountain art;
Freely let me take of Thee:
Spring Thou up within my heart;
Rise to all eternity.
The Truth and Way.
[By CHARLES WESLEY.]
JESUS, my truth, my way,
My sure, unerring light,
On Thee my feeble steps I stay,
Which Thou wilt guide aright.
2 My wisdom and my guide,
My counselor Thou art;
O never let me leave Thy side,
Or from Thy paths depart.
3 I lift mine eyes to Thee,
Thou gracious, bleeding Lamb,
That I may now enlighten'd be,
And never put to shame.
4 Never will I remove
Out of Thy hands my cause;
But rest in Thy redeeming love,
And hang upon Thy cross.
5 O make me all like Thee,
Before I hence remove;
Settle, confirm, establish me,
And build me up in love.
6 Let me Thy witness live,
When sin is all destroyed;
And then my spotless soul receive,
And take me home to God.
ESUS, Shepherd of Thy sheep,
In Thine arms my spirit keep;
I am weak and I am lone:
Jesus, take me for Thine own.
2 In Thy bosom Thou dost bear
Those who most do need Thy care;
I the humblest lamb would be,-
I would trust myself to Thee.
3 Fair and lovely to behold
Is Thy lower earthly fold;
Guardian care shall never fail
To the flock within its pale.
4 Still my ardent hopes aspire
To that better home and higher
Where from every fold Thy sheep
Thou shalt safely bring and keep.
[By CHARLES WESLEY.]
ESUS, the Name high over all,
In hell, or earth, or sky;
Angels and men before it fall,
And devils fear and fly.
2 Jesus, the Name to sinners dear,—
The Name to sinners given;
It scatters all their guilty fear;
It turns their hell to heaven.
3 Jesus the pris'ner's fetters breaks,
And bruises Satan's head;
Power into strengthless souls he speaks,
And life into the dead.
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