WARD. L. M. 460 I I THIRST, but not as once I did 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 First weaned my soul from earthly 462 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, 2 I ever thank Thy sacred wounds, 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. DOXOLOGY. PRAISE God from whom all blessings flow, Praise Him, all creatures here below, BETHANY. 6s & 4s. 463 I 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; Nearer to Thee! 3 There let the way appear Steps unto heaven; In mercy given; Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee! 4 Then with my waking thoughts Bright with Thy praise, Bethel I'll raise; 5 Or if on joyful wing Sun, moon, and stars forgot, Still all my song shall be, 464 I No, not despairingly 2 Lord, I confess to Thee All I am, tell I Thee; All I have been; Lord, make me clean. 3 Faithful and just art Thou, Forgiving all; Loving and kind art Thou When poor ones call: Pass o'er my soul ! OAKSVILLE. C. M. 465 I My God, the Spring of all my joys, The Glory of my brightest days, 2 In darkest shades if He appear, He is my soul's sweet Morning Star, 3 The opening heavens around me shine And whispers, I am His. 4 My soul would leave this heavy clay, 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, 2 A heart resigned, submissive, meek, 3 A humble, lowly, contrite heart, 4 A heart in every thought renewed, Perfect, and right, and pure, and good, 5 Thy nature, gracious Lord, impart ; 467 I Oн, could I find, from day to day, Then should my hours glide sweet away And lean upon His word. 2 Lord, I desire with Thee to live In joys the world can never give, 3 O Jesus, come and rule my heart, Nor grieve Thy love divine. 4 Thus, till my last, expiring breath, BETHUNE. L. M. 6 lines. 468 I JESUS, if still the same Thou art, 2 Where is the blessedness bestowed 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! | 469 I FORTH from the dark and stormy sky, 2 Long have we roamed in want and pain; DOXOLOGY. IMMORTAL honor, endless fame, 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, 3 Oh, what a blessed hope is ours! 4 We feel the resurrection near, Our life in Christ concealed, 2 The cords that bound my heart to earth 5 Oh would He more of heaven bestow, 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, 6 In rapturous awe on Him to gaze |