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4 Fixed on this ground will I remain,
Though my heart fail and flesh decay;
This anchor shall my soul sustain

When earth's foundations melt away;
Mercy's full power I then shall prove,
Loved with an everlasting love.

Johann Andreas Rothe. 1728.
V. 1, Tr. P. H. Molther. 1740.
Tr. John Wesley. 1740.

L.M.

"The grace of God, which bringeth salvation to all men."

1 FATHER, whose everlasting love
Thy only Son for sinners gave;
Whose grace to all did freely move,
And sent him down the world to save:

2 Help us thy mercy to extol,

Immense, unfathomed, unconfined;
To praise the Lamb who died for all,
The general Saviour of mankind.

3 Thy undistinguishing regard

Was cast on Adam's fallen race;
For all thou hast in Christ prepared
Sufficient, sovereign, saving grace.

4 The world he suffered to redeem,

For all he hath the atonement made;
For those that will not come to him,
The ransom of his life was paid.

5 Why then, thou universal Love,
Should any of thy grace despair?
To all thy tender mercies move,
And thy salvation all may share.

Charles Wesley. 1741.

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"All in our Father's house at last."

1 I SAY to thee, do thou repeat
To the first man thou mayest meet
In lane, highway, or open street,
That he and we and all men move
Under a canopy of love

As broad as the blue sky above;

888,888.

2 That doubt and trouble, fear and pain
And anguish, all are shadows vain;
That death itself shall not remain ;
That weary deserts we may tread,
A dreary labyrinth may thread,
Through dark ways under ground be led,
3 Yet, if we will one Guide obey,
The dreariest path, the darkest way
Shall issue out in heavenly day.
And we, on divers shores now cast,
Shall meet, our perilous voyage past,
All in our Father's house at last.

Archbishop Richard Chenevix Trench. 1835.

C.M.

"The grace of our Lord was exceeding abundant."

1 INFINITE, unexhausted Love,
Jesus and Love are one,

If still to me thy mercies move,
They are restrained to none.

2 What shall I do, my God to love?
My loving God to praise?

The length, and breadth, and height to prove,
And depth of sovereign grace?

3 Thy sovereign grace to all extends,

Immense and unconfined;

From age to age

it never ends;

It reaches all mankind.

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4 Throughout the world its breadth is known, Wide as infinity:

So wide, it never passed by one,

Or it had passed by me.

5 My trespass was grown up to heaven; But far above the skies,

In Christ abundantly forgiven,

I see thy mercies rise.

Charles Wesley. 1749.

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"Whom have I in heaven but thee?"

1 LORD of earth, thy forming hand

Well this beauteous frame hath planned,
Woods that wave, and hills that tower,
Ocean rolling in his power,

Yet, amidst this scene so fair,
Should I cease thy smile to share,
What were all its joys to me?
Whom have I on earth but thee?

2 Lord of heaven, beyond our sight
Rolls a world of purer light;
There, in love's unclouded reign,
Parted hands shall clasp again;
O that world is passing fair;
Yet, if thou were absent there,
What were all its joys to me?

Whom have I in heaven but thee?

3 Lord of earth and heaven, my breast
Seeks in thee its only rest;

I was lost; thy accents mild
Homeward lured thy wandering child:
O if once thy smile divine

Ceased upon my soul to shine,

What were earth or heaven to me?
Whom have I in each but thee?

Sir Robert Grant. 1839.

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C.M.D. Ir.

"Rest in the Lord, and wait patiently."

1 My heart is resting, O my God,
I will give thanks and sing;
My heart is at the secret source
Of every precious thing.

Now the frail vessel thou hast made
No hand but thine shall fill;

For the waters of the earth have failed,
And I am thirsty still.

2 I thirst for springs of heavenly life,
And here all day they rise;
I seek the treasure of thy love,
And close at hand it lies.
And a new song is in my mouth
To long-loved music set;
Glory to thee for all the grace
I have not tasted yet.

3 Glory to thee for strength withheld,
For want and weakness known;

And the fear that sends me to thy breast

For what is most my own.

I have a heritage of joy

That yet I must not see;

But the hand that bled to make it mine

Is keeping it for me.

4 My heart is resting, O my God,
My heart is in thy care;

I hear the voice of joy and health
Resounding everywhere.

Thou art my portion, saith my soul,
Ten thousand voices say;

And the music of their glad Amen
Will never die away.

Anna Lætitia Waring. 1858.

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"O give thanks unto the Lord."

1 LET us, with a gladsome mind,
Praise the Lord, for he is kind;
For his mercies aye endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.

77,77.

2 Who, with all-commanding might,
Filled the new-made world with light;
For his mercies aye endure,

Ever faithful, ever sure.

3 He his chosen race did bless
In the wasteful wilderness;
For his mercies aye endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.

4 He hath, with a piteous eye,
Looked upon our misery;

For his mercies aye endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.

5 All things living he doth feed,
With full hand supplies their need;
For his mercies aye endure,

Ever faithful, ever sure.

6 Let us therefore warble forth
His high majesty and worth;
For his mercies aye endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.

John Milton. 1624.

L.M.

"The Father of lights."

1 LORD of all being; throned afar,
Thy glory flames from sun and star;
Centre and soul of every sphere,
Yet to each loving heart how near.