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LORD, we thank Thee for the pleasure

That our happy lifetime gives,
The inestimable treasure

Of a soul that ever lives;
Mind that looks before and after,

Yearning for its home above,
Human tears and human laughter,

And the depth of human love.

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For the thrill, the leap, the gladness

Of our pulses flowing free ;
E'en for every touch of sadness,

That may bring us nearer Thee :
But, above all other kindness,

Thine unutterable love,
Which, to heal our sin and blindness,

Sent Thy dear Son from above.

3 Teach us so our days to number,

That we may be early wise ;
Dreamy mist or cloud of slumber

Never dull our heavenward eyes ;
Hearty be our work and willing,

As to Thee and not to men,
For we know our soul's fulfilling

Is in heaven, and not till then. Amen.

I

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WHEN all Thy mercies, O my God,

My rising soul surveys,
Transported with the view, I'm lost

In wonder, love, and praise.
2 Thy Providence my life sustained,

And all my wants redrest,
When in the silent womb I lay,

And hung upon the breast.
3 Unnumbered comforts to my soul

Thy tender care bestowed,
Before my infant heart conceived

From whence these comforts flowed. 4 When in the slippery paths of youth

With heedless steps I ran,
Thine arm, unseen, conveyed me safe,

And led me up to man. 5 When worn with sickness, oft hast Thou

With health renewed my face ;
And, when in sins and sorrows sunk,

Revived my soul with grace.
6 Ten thousand thousand precious gifts

My daily thanks employ ;
Nor is the least a cheerful heart

That tastes those gifts with joy. 7 Through all eternity to Thee

A joyful song I'll raise :
But 0 ! eternity's too short
To utter all Thy praise !

7. Addison.

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i How sweet the Name of Jesus sounds

In a believer's car !
It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds,

And drives away his fear.

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It makes the wounded spirit whole,

And calms the troubled breast; 'Tis manna to the hungry soul,

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.

+ Jesus, my Shepherd, Husband, Friend,

My Prophet, Priest, and King,
My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End,

Accept the praise I bring.

5 Weak is the effort of my heart,

And cold my warmest thought ;
But when I see Thee as Thou art,

I'll praise Thee as I ought.

6 Till then, I would Thy love proclaim

With every fleeting breath ;
And may the music of Thy Name
Refresh my soul in death! Amen.

7. Newton. 350.

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Jesu! dulcis memoria. 1 O JESU! memory dearest,

True gladness of the heart,
What joy of unknown sweetness

Thy Presence doth impart.
No song was ever chanted,

Nor music ever heard,
Nor thought conceived so lovely,

As Jesus, Son of God.
3 Jesu ! the Hope of mourners,

To suppliants how kind !
How good to all who seek Thee !

But what to those who find ?

4 Jesu! the soul's best rapture,

Of Truth the Fountain bright ; Outpassing far all pleasure,

All coveted delight.

5 No tongue hath ever told it;

No word hath e'er express'd ; Who loveth Jesus knoweth,

And he alone,-how blest !

PART II.

I O Jesu! King most worthy,

Most noble Conqueror,
Ineffable in meekness,

Most perfect Comforter !

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Lord ! stay Thou ever with us;

Be Thou our constant day ;
Bid from our path night's darkness,

And cheer earth's desert way.

3 When Thou within abidest,

Truth in our breasts doth shine;
The vain world looks its vilest;

We glow with love divine.

4 Come all ! acknowledge Jesus ;

Seek Jesus ardently ;
Beseech His love so precious;

Yea, beg it fervently.

5 Who taste Thee, Lord ! still hunger ;

Who drink, are thirsty still :
Jesus, their only longing,

Alone their souls can fill.

6 Jesu ! the Angels' glory,

Oh! theme to ear most sweet ;
To lip, far more than honey ;

The soul's celestial meat.

7 Jesu! of all things dearest,

For Thee my soul doth sigh;
My loving tears aye seek Thee ;

My inmost heart doth cry. 8 Jesu! the Virgin's firstborn,

Who kindlest all our love,
As God we now adore Thee;
Our portion Thou above. Amen.

St. Bernard. W. E. Green. (tr.)

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