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I love the name of Jesus,

Immanuel, Christ, the Lord; Like fragrance on the breezes,

His name abroad is poured. 4 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,

To learn the angels' song.

C.M. Stuttgart-Tye-Fairfield. double. 1 I heard the voice of Jesus say,

Come unto me and rest;
Lay down, thou weary one, lay down

Thy head upon my breast.
I came to Jesus as I was,

Weary and worn and sad;
I found in him a resting-place,

And he has made me glad.
2 I heard the voice of Jesus say,

Behold, I freely give
The living water,—thirsty one,

Stoop down, and drink, and live.

I came to Jesus, and I drank

Of that life-giving stream,
My thirst was quenched, my soul revived,

And now I live in him.
3 I heard the voice of Jesus say,

I am the dark world's light,
Look unto me, thy morn shall rise,

And all thy day be bright.
I looked to Jesus, and I found

In him my star, my sun;
And in that light of life I'll walk,

Till travelling days are done,



6 78. PascalGeneva? 1 Rock of Ages, cleft for me!

Let me hide myself in thee;
Let the water and the blood,
From thy riven side which flowed,
Be of sin the double cure,
Cleanse me from its guilt and power.
Not the labour of my hands
Can fulfil thy law's demands.
Could my zeal no respite know,
Could my tears for ever flow,
All for sin could not atone:
Thou must save, and thou alone.

3 Nothing in my hand I bring ;

Simply to thy cross I cling;
Naked, come to thee for dress ;
Helpless, look to thee for grace;
Foul, I to the fountain fly:

Wash me, Saviour, or I die!
4 While I draw this fleeting breath,

When my eyes shall close in death,
When I soar to worlds unknown,
See thee on thy judgment-throne,
Rock of Ages, cleft for me,

Let me hide myself in thee! 192.


Moraviał_St. Ann's-St. James'.
1 Adore, my soul, that awful name,

To which the angels bow,
By which the worlds from nothing came,

The heaven of heavens, and thou. 2 The God who sits enthroned above

Thy breath of life has given;
His voice in thunder, and in love,

Calls thee from earth to heaven.
3 This speck of earth is not thy home,

Nor mortal joys thine end :
Beyond the starry-spangled dome

Thy boundless views extend.

6 Turn, Christian, turn; thy soul apply

To truths divinely given ;
The boundless fields of light on high

Remind thee of thy heaven.

7.6. 7. 6. 197.


Dartford-Gilgal. 1 Lord, how wonderful is man

In frailty and in force; Eagle-like he upward can

Fly to the sacred source Of his light and of his love;

But ah, how quickly is he found, Stone-like, falling from above,

Or fluttering on the ground ! 2 Should our hearts, that in the sun

On eagles' wings can move,
When the storms have but begun

As weak as insects prove?
Hearts that have seemed firm as towers,

Oh, high in aim, in strength how brief!
Fly before the windy showers,

Like an autumnal leaf? 3 Wings must often shrink and fail

Until the heart be right; Faith alone can face the gale

With an unflagging might;

Stormy clouds it pierces through,

For bold and patient are its wings; Reaching heavens bright and blue,

It still ascends and sings. 4 Man is like a flame of fire,

That to a spark may die,
Yet recovering re-aspire

In streams towards the sky.
What though broken be his wing,

In thee, O Lord, his help is found;
From new hearts, new pinions spring,

And bear us from the ground. 198.

THE PENITENT (Psalm li.) L. M

Wittemberg-St. Dunstan-Munich. 1 Show pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive,

Let a repenting rebel live,
Are not thy mercies large and free!

May not a sinner trust in thee? 2 My crimes, though great, do not surpass

The power and glory of thy grace: Great God, thy nature hath no bound,

So let thy pardoning love be found. 3 Behold, I fall before thy face;

My only refuge is thy grace;
No outward forms can make me clean;
The leprosy lies deep within.

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