WILLINGTON. L. M.

636

I Он, sweetly breathe the lyres above,
When angels touch the quivering string,
And wake, to chant Immanuel's love,
Such strains as angel-lips can sing!
2 And sweet on earth the choral swell,
From mortal tongues, of gladsome lays,
When pardoned souls their raptures tell,
And, grateful, hymn Immanuel's praise.

3 Jesus, Thy name our souls adore ;
We own the bond that makes us Thine;
And carnal joys, that charmed before,
For Thy dear sake we now resign.
4 Our hearts, by dying love subdued,

Accept Thine offered grace to-day; Beneath the cross, with blood bedewed, We bow and give ourselves away.

5 In Thee we trust, on Thee rely; Though we are feeble, Thou art strong; Oh keep us till our spirits fly

To join the bright, immortal throng! 637

I COME, ever-blesséd Spirit, come,
And make Thy servants' hearts Thy

home;

Thus consecrated, Lord, to Thee,
May each a living temple be.

2 Enrich that temple's holy shrine
With sevenfold gifts of grace divine;
With Wisdom, Light, and Knowledge
bless,

Strength, Counsel, Fear, and Godliness.

I WHILE in the hours of blooming youth, My God, I've felt and owned Thy truth; Thy mercies, with increasing age, Shall still my grateful heart engage.

2 No human power shall e'er control
This settled purpose of my soul;
Or urge my constant mind to stray,
But where Thy wisdom points the way.
3 To Thee, O Lord, myself I give ;
'Tis to Thy glory I would live :

My God, my Strength, my Hope, my
Joy,

Thy praise shall all my powers employ.

LONDON NEW. C. M.

639

I YE men and angels, witness now!
Before the Lord we speak ;

To Him we make our solemn vow,
A vow we dare not break:

2 That, long as life itself shall last,

Ourselves to Christ we yield;
Nor from His cause will we depart,
Nor ever quit the field.

3 We trust not in our native strength,
But on His grace rely;

May He, with our returning wants,

All needful aid supply.

4 Oh guide our doubtful feet aright,

And keep us in Thy ways;

And while we turn our vows to prayers,
Turn Thou our prayers to praise.

640

I PLANTED in Christ, the living Vine,

This day, with one accord, Ourselves, with humble faith and joy, We yield to Thee, O Lord!

2 Joined in one body may we be;

One inward life partake;

One be our heart, one heavenly hope In every bosom wake.

3 In prayer, in effort, tears, and toils, One wisdom be our guide;

Taught by one Spirit from above,
In Thee may we abide.

4 Then, when among the saints in light
Our joyful spirits shine,
Shall anthems of immortal praise,
O Lamb of God, be Thine!

64I

I OPPRESSED with noon-day's scorching

heat,

To yonder cross I flee,
Beneath its shelter take my seat:

No shade like this for me!

2 Beneath that cross clear waters burst, A fountain sparkling free;

And there I quench my desert thirst:
No spring like this for me!

3 A stranger here, I pitch my tent
Beneath this spreading tree;
Here shall my pilgrim life be spent:
No home like this for me!

4 For burdened ones a resting-place
Beside that cross I see;

I here cast off my weariness:
No rest like this for me!

DOXOLOGY.

To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
The God whom we adore;
Be glory, as it was, is now,

And shall be evermore.

DUKE STREET. L. M.

642

I LORD, I am Thine, entirely Thine,
Purchased and saved by blood divine;
With full consent Thine I would be,
And own Thy sovereign right in me.
2 Grant one poor sinner more a place
Among the children of Thy grace;
A wretched sinner, lost to God,
But ransomed by Immanuel's blood.

3 Thine would I live, Thine would I die,
Be Thine through all eternity;
The vow is passed beyond repeal;
And now I set the solemn seal.

3 'Tis done the great transaction's done!
I am my Lord's, and He is mine;
He drew me, and I followed on,
Glad to obey the voice divine.

4 Now rest, my long divided heart, Fixed on this blissful centre, rest; With ashes who would grudge to part, When called on angels' bread to feast! 5 High Heaven, that heard the solemn. Vow,

That vow renewed shall daily hear,
Till in life's latest hour I bow,

And bless in death a bond so dear.

TUCKERMAN. C. M.

645

I IF human kindness meets return,
And owns the grateful tie;
If tender thoughts within us burn
To feel a friend is nigh:

2 Oh, shall not warmer accents tell
The gratitude we owe

To Him who died our fears to quell,

Our more than orphan's woe!

3 While yet His anguished soul surveyed Those pangs He would not flee, What love His latest words displayed,

"Meet and remember Me!"

4 Remember Thee! Thy death, Thy shame,

Our sinful hearts to share!
O memory, leave no other name
But His recorded there!

646

I ACCORDING to Thy gracious word,
In meek humility,

This will I do, my dying Lord,

I will remember Thee.

2 Thy Body, broken for my sake,
My bread from heaven shall be;
Thy testamental cup I take,
And thus remember Thee.

3 Gethsemane can I forget?
Or there Thy conflict see,
Thine agony and bloody sweat,
And not remember Thee?

4 When to the cross I turn mine eyes, And rest on Calvary,

O Lamb of God, my Sacrifice!

I must remember Thee.

5 Remember Thee, and all Thy pains, And all Thy love to me!

Yea, while a breath, a pulse remains,
Will I remember Thee.

6 And when these failing lips grow dumb,
And mind and memory flee,
When Thou shalt in Thy kingdom come,
Jesus, remember me!

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How sweet and awful is the place,

With Christ within the doors,
While everlasting love displays

The choicest of her stores!

2 While all our hearts, and all our songs, Join to admire the feast,

Each of us cries with thankful tongue, "Lord, why was I a guest?"

3 "Why was I made to hear Thy voice, And enter while there's room, When thousands make a wretched choice,

And rather starve than come?"

4 'Twas the same love that spread the feast,

That sweetly forced us in ;
Else we had still refused to taste,
And perished in our sin.

5 Pity the nations, O our God!
Constrain the earth to come;
Send Thy victorious word abroad,

And bring the strangers home.