ARIEL C. P. M. Mozart Arr. by L. Mason 204 O could I speak the match-less worth, O could I sound the glo-ries forth, Which in my Sav-iour shine, I WAS a wandering sheep, I did not love my Shepherd's voice, I would not be controlled: I was a wayward child, I did not love my home, I did not love my Father's voice, 2 The Shepherd sought His sheep, O'er deserts waste and wild: They found me nigh to death, Famished and faint, and lone; They bound me with the bands of love; They saved the wandering one. 3 I'd sing the characters He bears, In loftiest songs of sweetest praise, Make all His glories known. 4 Well, the delightful day will come When my dear Lord will bring me home, And I shall see His face; Then with my Saviour, Brother, Friend, 3 Jesus my Shepherd is, Samuel Medley 1789 'Twas He that loved my soul, 'Twas He that washed me in His blood, 'Twas He that made me whole; 'Twas He that sought the lost, That found the wandering sheep, 'Twas He that brought me to the fold, "Tis He that still doth keep. 4 I was a wandering sheep, I would not be controlled; But now I love the Shepherd's voice, I love, I love the fold; "I was a wayward child, I once preferred to roam; Horatius Bonar 1844 HOLLAND C. M. D. National Air of Holland To our Redeemer's glorious name A-wake the sacred song; O may His love, im-mor-tal flame, 44 EUSTACE C. M. D. A. E. Tozer We sing to Thee, Thou Son of God, Fount-ain of life and grace; We praise Thee, Son of Man, whose blood Re-deem'dour fall - en гасе ; Thee we acknowledge God and Lord, The Lamb for sin-ners slain; Who art by heav'n and earth a- - dored, Wor-thy o'er both to reign. 516 WE sing to Thee, Thou Son of God, Fountain of life and grace; We praise Thee, Son of Man, whose blood Thee we acknowledge God and Lord, 2 To Thee all angels cry aloud, Of glory and of hosts. The worlds and all the powers therein 3 The prophets' goodly fellowship, Thine everlasting name. 4 Through all the world, Thy churches join To sing Thy precious blood. John Cennick 1742 ST. PETER C. M. A. R. Reinagle How sweet the name of Jesus sounds In a be-liev-er's ear! It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, And drives away his fear. Ob4f 2641 517 How sweet the name of Jesus sounds In a believer's ear! It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, 2 It makes the wounded spirit whole, And to the weary, rest. 3 Dear name! the Rock on which I build, My Shield and Hiding-place, My never-failing treasury, filled With boundless stores of grace! 4 Jesus! my Shepherd, Guardian, Friend, 5 Weak is the effort of my heart, John Newton 1779 CHESTERFIELD C. M. 518 My God, I love Thee: not because 2 Thou, O my Jesus, Thou didst me For me didst bear the nails, and spear, 3 Then why, O blesséd Jesus Christ, 4 Not with the hope of gaining aught, Not seeking a reward; But as Thyself hast loved me, 5 So would I love Thee, dearest Lord, Francis Xavier 1552 Tr. by Edward Caswall 1849 T. Haweis 519 JESUS, I love Thy charming name, 'Tis music to mine ear; Fain would I sound it out so loud 2 All my capacious powers can wish 3 Thy grace still dwells upon my heart, And sheds its fragrance there; The noblest balm of all its wounds, The cordial of its care. 4 I'll speak the honors of Thy name Philip Doddridge 1740 |