2 Love that warmly glowed,
Blood that freely flowed;
Life that stooped to death to save me,
And a deathless being gave me ;
Bore my guilty load,
Brought me back to God!
3 Plant Thyself in me,
I will learn of Thee,
To be holy, meek, and tender,
Wrath and pride and self surrender.
Nothing should'st Thou see,
But Thyself in me.
4 When on death's cold strand,
I one day shall stand,
Let Thy presence go beside me,
Through the gloomy waters guide me,
Grant me then to stand,
Lord, at Thy right hand. Amen.
1 O JESU! Source of calm repose,
Thy like nor man nor angel knows;
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;
No anger may'st Thou ever find,
No pride in my unruffled mind,
But faith and heaven-born peace be there.
3 A patient, a victorious mind,
That life and all things casts behind,
Springs forth obedient to Thy call:
A heart that no desire can move,
But still to adore, believe, and love;
Give me, my Lord, my Life, my All! Amen
332 "We shall be like Him, for we shall see Him as He is.
1 LET me be with Thee where Thou art,
My Saviour, my eternal Rest!
Then only will this longing heart
Be fully and for ever blest!
2 Let me be with Thee where Thou art,
Thine unveil'd glory to behold;
Then only will this wandering heart
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.
4 Let me be with Thee where Thou art,
Where none can die, where none remove;
Where life nor death my soul can part
From Thy blest presence and Thy love!
Amen.
333 "When that which is perfect is come,
then that which is in part shall
be done away.'
1 THE roseate hues of early dawn,
The brightness of the day,
The crimson of the sunset sky,
How fast they fade away:
Oh! for the pearly gates of heaven.
Oh! for the golden floor;
Oh! for the Sun of Righteousness,
That setteth never more!
2 The highest hopes we cherish here,
How fast they tire and faint;
How many a spot defiles the robe
That wraps an earthly saint:
Oh! for a heart that never sins;
Oh! for a soul wash'd white;
Oh! for a voice to praise our King,
Nor weary day or night!
3 Here faith is ours, and heavenly hope,
And grace to lead us higher;
But there are perfectness and peace
Beyond our best desire.
Oh! by Thy love and anguish, Lord,
Oh! by Thy life laid down,
Oh! that we fall not from Thy grace,
Nor cast away our crown!
334 "For their sakes I sanctify Myself, that they also might be sanctified.
1 LORD, Who didst sanctify
Thyself, and hast thereby
Procured that blessing,
That we before Thy face
May walk in holiness
To Thee well-pleasing.
2 In true simplicity
O may we cleave to Thee,
Our God and Saviour;
In all things free from blame,
To glorify Thy Name
Be our endeavour.
3 In heart here purified,
May we in Thee abide
Without cessation;
Thy praise be our employ;
On earth our highest joy
Thy congregation. Amen.
The Church Militant and
Triumphant.
335 "He is the Head of the Body, the
Church."
1 THE Church's one foundation
Is Jesus Christ her Lord;
She is His new creation
By water and the word:
From heaven He came and sought her,
To be His holy Bride,
With His own blood He bought her,
And for her life He died.
2 Elect from every nation,
Yet one o'er all the earth,
Her charter of salvation
One Lord, one faith, one birth;
One holy Name she blesses,
Partakes one holy food,
And to one hope she presses
With every grace endued.
3 Though with a scornful wonder
Men see her sore opprest,
By schisms rent asunder,
By heresies distrest,
Yet saints their watch are keeping,
"How long?"
And soon the night of weeping
Shall be the morn of song.
Their cry goes up,
4 'Mid toil, and tribulation,
And tumult of her war,
She waits the consummation
Of peace for evermore;
Till with the vision glorious
Her longing eyes are blest,
And the great Church victorious
Shall be the Church at rest. Amen.
336 "Very excellent things are spoken of thee, thou city of God."
1 GLORIOUS things of thee are spoken,
Zion, city of our God!
He, Whose word can ne'er be broken,
Form'd thee for His own abode;
On the Rock of ages founded,
What can shake thy sure repose?
With salvation's walls surrounded,
Thou may'st smile at all thy foes.
2 See! the streams of living waters,
Springing from eternal love,
Well supply thy sons and daughters,
And all fear of want remove;
Who can faint, while such a river
Ever flows their thirst to assuage?
Grace, which, like the Lord, the giver,
Never fails from age to age.
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