WARD. L. M.

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I I THIRST, but not as once I did
The vain delights of earth to share ;
Thy wounds, Immanuel, all forbid
That I should seek my pleasure there.
2 It was the sight of Thy dear cross,

In death, peace gently veils the eyes; Christ rose, and I shall surely rise.

4 O all-sufficient Saviour, be

This all-sufficiency to me;

Nor pain, nor sin, nor death can harm
The weakest, shielded by Thine arm.

things,

And taught me to esteem as dross

The mirth of fools and pomp of kings.

3 I want that grace that springs from Thee,

That quickens all things where it flows, And makes a wretched thorn like me Bloom as the myrtle or the rose.

4 For sure, of all the plants that share The notice of my Father's eye, None proves less grateful to His care, Or yields Him meaner fruit than I. 461

I FOUNTAIN of grace, rich, full, and free, What need I, that is not in Thee? Full pardon, strength to meet the day, And peace which none can take away. 2 Doth sickness fill my heart with fear? 'Tis sweet to know that Thou art near; Am I with dread of justice tried? 'Tis sweet to know that Christ hath

died.

3 In life, Thy promises of aid Forbid my heart to be afraid;

I O LOVE! who gav'st Thy life for me,
And won an everlasting good
Through Thy sore anguish on the tree,
I ever think upon Thy blood.

2 I ever thank Thy sacred wounds,
Thou wounded Love, Thou Holiest !
But most when life is near its bounds,
And in Thy bosom safe I rest.

3 O Love! who unto death hast grieved For this cold heart, unworthy Thine, Whom the cold grave and death received,

I thank Thee for that grief divine. 4 I give Thee thanks that Thou didst die To win eternal life for me, To bring salvation from on high; Oh, draw me up through love to Thee.

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PRAISE God from whom all blessings flow,

Praise Him, all creatures here below,
Praise Him above, ye heavenly host,
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

BETHANY. 6s & 4s.

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I NEARER, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee!
Even though it be a cross
That raiseth me,
Still all my song shall be,
Nearer, my God, to Thee,

Nearer to thee!

2 Though like the wanderer, The sun gone down, Darkness be over me,

My rest a stone;
Yet in my dreams I'd be
Nearer, my God, to Thee,

Nearer to Thee!

3 There let the way appear

Steps unto heaven;
All that Thou sendest me,

In mercy given;
Angels to beckon me

Nearer, my God, to Thee,

Nearer to Thee!

4 Then with my waking thoughts

Bright with Thy praise,
Out of my stony griefs

Bethel I'll raise;
So by my woes to be
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee!

5 Or if on joyful wing
Cleaving the sky,

Sun, moon, and stars forgot,
Upward I fly,

Still all my song shall be,
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee.

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I No, not despairingly
Come I to Thee;
No, not distrustingly
Bend I the knee;
Sin hath gone over me;
Yet is this still my plea,
Jesus hath died.

2 Lord, I confess to Thee
Sadly my sin;

All I am, tell I Thee;

All I have been;
Purge Thou my sin away,
Wash Thou my soul this day;

Lord, make me clean.

3 Faithful and just art Thou, Forgiving all;

Loving and kind art Thou

When poor ones call:
Lord, let the cleansing blood,
Blood of the Lamb of God,

Pass o'er my soul !

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I My God, the Spring of all my joys,
The Life of my delights,

The Glory of my brightest days,
And Comfort of my nights!

2 In darkest shades if He appear,
My dawning is begun ;

He is my soul's sweet Morning Star,
And He my Rising Sun.

3 The opening heavens around me shine
With beams of sacred bliss,
While Jesus shows His heart is mine,

And whispers, I am His.

4 My soul would leave this heavy clay,
At that transporting word;
Run up with joy the shining way,
To embrace my dearest Lord.

5 Fearless of hell and ghastly death,

I'd break through every foe;

The wings of love and arms of faith Should bear me conqueror through. 466

I Oн for a heart to praise my God,
A heart from sin set free,
A heart that always feels Thy blood
So freely spilt for me!

2 A heart resigned, submissive, meek,
My great Redeemer's throne;
Where only Christ is heard to speak,
Where Jesus reigns alone!

3 A humble, lowly, contrite heart,
Believing, true, and clean,
Which neither life nor death can part
From Him that dwells within !

4 A heart in every thought renewed,
And full of love divine;

Perfect, and right, and pure, and good,
A copy, Lord, of Thine !

5 Thy nature, gracious Lord, impart ;
Come quickly from above;
Write Thy new Name upon my heart,
Thy new, best Name of Love.

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I Oн, could I find, from day to day,
A nearness to my God;

Then should my hours glide sweet away

And lean upon His word.

2 Lord, I desire with Thee to live
Anew from day to day;

In joys the world can never give,
Nor ever take away.

3 O Jesus, come and rule my heart,
And make me wholly Thine;
That I may never more depart,

Nor grieve Thy love divine.

4 Thus, till my last, expiring breath,
Thy goodness I'll adore;
And when my flesh dissolves in death,
My soul shall love Thee more.

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I JESUS, if still the same Thou art,
If all Thy promises are sure,
Set up Thy kingdom in my heart,
And make me rich, for I am poor;
To me be all Thy treasures given,
The kingdom of an inward heaven.

2 Where is the blessedness bestowed
On all that hunger after Thee?
I hunger now, I thirst for God,
Impart Thyself, O Lord, to me;
Now satisfy with perfect peace,
Now fill me with Thy righteousness.

3 Ah, Lord, if Thou art in that sigh, Then hear Thyself within me pray; Hear in my heart Thy Spirit's cry, Mark what my laboring soul would say;

Answer the deep unuttered groan, And show that Thou and I are one!

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I FORTH from the dark and stormy sky,
Lord, to Thine altar's shade we fly;
Forth from the world, its hope and fear,
Saviour, we seek Thy shelter here;
Weary and weak, Thy grace we pray;
Turn not, O Lord, Thy guests away!

2 Long have we roamed in want and pain;
Long have we sought Thy rest in vain ;
Wildered in doubt, in darkness lost,
Long have our souls been tempest-tost:
Low at Thy feet our sins we lay;
Turn not, O Lord, Thy guests away!

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IMMORTAL honor, endless fame,
Attend the Almighty Father's Name;
The Saviour-Son be glorified
Who for lost man's redemption died;
And equal adoration be,
Eternal Paraclete, to Thee.

Who knows his sins forgiven! This earth, he cries, is not my place ;

I seek my place in heaven.

2 A country far from mortal sight,

Yet oh, by faith, I see;

The land of rest, the saint's delight,
The heaven prepared for me.

3 Oh, what a blessed hope is ours!
While here on earth we stay,
We more than taste the heavenly powers,
And ante-date that day.

4 We feel the resurrection near,

Our life in Christ concealed,
And with His glorious presence here
Our earthen vessels filled.

Are broken by His hand;

Before His cross I found myself

A stranger in the land.

3 My heart is with Him on His throne, And ill can brook delay, Each moment listening for the voice, "Rise up, and come away!"

And let the vessel break,
And let our ransomed spirits go
To grasp the God we seek:

6 In rapturous awe on Him to gaze
Who bought the sight for me;
And shout and wonder at His grace
Through all eternity.