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2 Love that warmly glowed,
Blood that freely flowed ;
Bore my guilty load,
Brought me back to God!
I will learn of Thee,
Nothing should'st Thou see,
But Thyself in me.
I one day shall stand,
Grant me then to stand,
1 O JESU! Source of calm repose,
Fairest among ten thousand fair! · Even those whom death's sad fetters bound, Whom thickest darkness compassed round,
Find light and life, if Thou appear. 2 Renew Thine image, Lord, in me; Lowly and gentle may I be;
No charms but these to Thee are dear;
But faith and heaven-born peace be there.
3 A patient, a victorious mind,
Springs forth obedient to Thy call:
Give me, my Lord, my Life, my All! Amen
332 “We shall be like Him, for we shall see
Him as He is.”
My Saviour, my eternal Rest !
Be fully and for ever blest!
Thine unveil'd glory to behold ;
Cease to be faithless, treacherous, cold ! 3 Let me be with Thee where Thou art,
Where spotless saints Thy Name adore ; Then only will this sinful heart
Be evil and defiled no more.
Where none can die, where none remove;
333 “When that which is perfect is come,
then that which is in part shall
be done away.”
The brightness of the day,
How fast they fade away:
Oh! for the pearly gates of heaven.
Oh! for the golden floor;
That setteth never more!
How fast they tire and faint;
That wraps an earthly saint:
Oh! for a soul wash'd white;
Nor weary day or night!
And grace to lead us higher;
Beyond our best desire.
Oh ! by Thy life laid down,
Nor cast away our crown! Amen.
334 “For their sakes I sanctify Myself, that
they also might be sanctified.”
Procured that blessing,
To Thee well-pleasing.
Our God and Saviour ;
Be our endeavour.
3 In heart here purified,
Thy congregation. Amen.
The Church Militant and
Is Jesus Christ her Lord;
By water and the word :
To be His holy Bride,
And for her life He died.
Yet one o'er all the earth,
One Lord, one faith, one birth;
Partakes one holy food,
With every grace endued. "
Men see her sore opprest,
By heresies distrest,
Yet saints their watch are keeping,
Their cry goes up, “How long ?”
Shall be the morn of song.
And tumult of her war,
Of peace for evermore;
Her longing eyes are blest,
Shall be the Church at rest. Amen.
336 “Very excellent things are spoken of
thee, thou city of God.”
Zion, city of our God!
Form’d thee for His own abode;
What can shake thy sure repose ?
Thou may'st smile at all thy foes.
2 See! the streams of living waters,
Springing from eternal love,
And all fear of want remove;
Ever flows their thirst to assuage?
Never fails from age to age.