2 To thee we still would cleave

With ever-growing zeal;

If millions tempt us Christ to leave, Oh, let them ne'er prevail!

3 Thy Spirit shall unite

Our souls to thee, our Head; Shall form in us thine image bright, And teach thy paths to tread.

4 Death may our souls divide

From these abodes of clay;

But love shall keep us near thy side,
Through all the gloomy way.

5 Since Christ and we are one,

Why should we doubt or fear?
If he in heaven has fixed his throne,
He'll fix his members there.

477.

1 My God, my Life, my Love,
To thee, to thee I call;
I cannot live, if thou remove,
For thou art all in all.

2 To thee, and thee alone,

The angels owe their bliss:

They sit around thy gracious throne,
And dwell where Jesus is.

3 Not all the harps above

Can make a heavenly place,
If God his residence remove,
Or but conceal his face.

4 Nor earth, nor all the sky,
Can one delight afford-
No, not a drop of real joy
Without thy presence, Lord.

5 Thou art the sea of love,

Where all my pleasures roll;
The circle where my passions move,
And centre of my soul.

478.

1 Nor all the blood of beasts,
On Jewish altars slain,

Could give the guilty conscience peace,
Or wash away the stain.

2 But Christ, the heavenly Lamb,
Takes all our sins away—
A sacrifice of nobler name,
And richer blood than they.

3 My faith would lay her hand
On that dear head of thine,
While like a penitent I stand,
And there confess my sin.

4 My soul looks back to see

The burdens thou didst bear
When hanging on the cursed tree,
And hopes her guilt was there.

5 Believing, we rejoice

To see the curse remove;

We bless the Lamb with cheerful voice,
And sing his bleeding love.

2 Stand up!-stand up for Jesus! The trumpet call obey; Forth to the mighty conflict, In this his glorious day: "Ye that are men, now serve him," Against unnumbered foes; Your courage rise with danger,

And strength to strength oppose.
3 Stand up!-stand up for Jesus!
Stand in his strength alone;
The arm of flesh will fail you-
Ye dare not trust your own:
Put on the gospel armor,

And, watching unto prayer,
Where duty calls or danger,
Be never wanting there!

4 Stand up!-stand up for Jesus!
The strife will not be long;
This day the noise of battle,
The next the victor's song:

To him that overcometh,

A crown of life shall be:
He with the King of Glory
Shall reign eternally.

480.

1 IN heavenly love abiding,

No change my heart shall fear,
And safe is such confiding,
For nothing changes here:
The storm may roar without me,
My heart may low be laid,
But God is round about me,
And can I be dismayed?
2 Wherever he may guide me,
No want shall turn me back;
My Shepherd is beside me,
And nothing can I lack:
His wisdom ever waketh,

His sight is never dim:
He knows the way he taketh,
And I will walk with him.
3 Green pastures are before me,
Which yet I have not seen;
Bright skies will soon be o'er me,
Where darkest clouds have been:
My hope I cannot measure;
My path to life is free;

My Saviour has my treasure,
And he will walk with me.

2 I lay my wants on Jesus;
All fullness dwells in him;
He healeth my diseases,
He doth my soul redeem:
I lay my griefs on Jesus,
My burdens and my cares;
He from them all releases,

He all my sorrow shares.
3 I rest my soul on Jesus,
This weary soul of mine;
His right hand me embraces,
I on his breast recline:
I love the name of Jesus,
Immanuel, Christ, the Lord;
Like fragrance on the breezes,
His name abroad is poured.
I long to be like Jesus,
Meek, loving, lowly, mild;
I long to be like Jesus,

The Father's holy child:
I long to be with Jesus

Amid the heavenly throng,
To sing with saints his praises,
And learn the angels' song.

482.

1 To thee, my God and Saviour!
My heart exulting sings,
Rejoicing in thy favor,
Almighty King of kings!
I'll celebrate thy glory,
With all thy saints above,
And tell the joyful story

Of thy redeeming love.

2 Soon as the morn, with roses,
Bedecks the dewy east,
And when the sun reposes
Upon the ocean's breast,
My voice, in supplication,
Well-pleased the Lord shall hear:
Oh! grant me thy salvation,
And to my soul draw near.

3 By thee, through life supported,
I'll pass the dangerous road,
With heavenly hosts escorted,
Up to thy bright abode;
Then cast my crown before thee,
And, all my conflicts o'er,
Unceasingly adore thee:-

What could an angel more?

483.

2 High waves of sorrow o'er me roll, And troubles overwhelm my soul; For many an evil voice is near, To chide my woe and mock my fear; And silent memory weeps alone, O'er hours of peace and gladness flown. 3 For I have walked the happy round, That circles Zion's holy ground; And gladly swelled the choral lays, That hymned my great Redeemer's praise,

What time, the hallowed arch along, Responsive swelled the solemn song. 4 Ah, why by passing clouds oppressed, Should rising thoughts distract my breast!

Turn, turn to him in every pain,
Whom never suppliant sought in vain :
Thy strength in joy's ecstatic day,
Thy hope where joy has passed away.
484.

1 As oft with worn and weary feet,

We tread earth's rugged valley o'er,
The thought, how comforting and sweet,
Christ trod this very path before;
Our wants and weaknesses he knows,
From life's first dawning till its close.
2 Does sickness, feebleness, or pain,
Or sorrow in our path appear;
The recollection will remain,

More deeply did he suffer here,
His life how truly sad and brief,
Filled up with suffering and with grief.

3 If Satan tempt our hearts to stray,
And whisper evil things within,
So did he in the desert way,

Assail our Lord with thoughts of sin:
When worn, and in a feeble hour,
The tempter came with all his power.

4 Just such as I, this earth he trod,
With every human ill but sin;
And, though indeed the very God,

As I am now, so he has been:
My God, my Saviour! look on me
With pity, love, and sympathy.

485.

1 WHY should I fear the darkest hour,
Or tremble at the tempest's power?
Jesus vouchsafes to be my tower.
Though hot the fight, why quit the field?
Why should I either flee or yield,
Since Jesus is my mighty shield?

2 Though all the flocks and herds were dead,

My soul a famine need not dread,
For Jesus is my living bread.
I know not what may soon betide,
Or how my wants shall be supplied;
But Jesus knows and will provide.

3 Though sin would fill me with distress,
The throne of grace I dare address,
For Jesus is my righteousness.
Against me earth and hell combine,
But on ny side is power divine:
Jesus is all, and he is mine.

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shepherd's care;

486.

2 When in the sultry glebe I faint,
Or on the thirsty mountain pant,
To fertile vales, and dewy meads,
My weary, wandering steps he leads;
Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow,
Amid the verdant landscape flow.
3 Though in the paths of death I tread,
With gloomy horrors overspread,
My steadfast heart shall fear no ill,
For thou, O Lord, art with me still:
Thy friendly rod shall give me aid,
And guide me through the dreadful shade.
4 Though in a bare and rugged way,
Through devious, lonely wilds I stray,
Thy presence shall my pains beguile :
The barren wilderness shall smile,
With sudden greens and herbage crowned;
And streams shall murmur all around.
487.

1 "PERFECT in love !"-Lord, can it be,
Amid this state of doubt and sin?
While foes so thick without, I see,
With weakness, pain, disease within ;
Can perfect love inhabit here,
And, strong in faith, extinguish fear?

2 O Lord! amid this mental night,
Amid the clouds of dark dismay,
Arise! arise! shed forth thy light,
And kindle love's meridian day :
My Saviour God, to me appear,
So love shall triumph over fear.
488.

1 JESUS, thou source of calm repose,
All fullness dwells in thee divine;
Our strength, to quell the proudest foes;
Our light, in deepest gloom to shine;
Thou art our fortress, strength, and
tower,

Our trust and portion, evermore.
2 Jesus, our Comforter thou art;
Our rest in toil, our ease in pain;
The balm to heal each broken heart,
In storms our peace, in loss our gain;
Our joy, beneath the worldling's frown;
In shame, our glory and our crown;-
3 In want, our plentiful supply;

In weakness, our almighty power;
In bonds, our perfect liberty;
Our refuge in temptation's hour;
Our comfort, amidst grief and thrall;
Our life in death; our all in all.