Nor covetous desire arise Within this soul of mine.
4 Order my footsteps by thy word, And make my heart sincere; Let sin have no dominion, Lord, But keep my conscience clear.
5 Make me to walk in thy commands; 'Tis a delightful road:
Nor let my head, nor heart, nor hands, Offend against my God.
[L. B. 18.] 8 lines 7 & 6.
MAKER, Saviour of mankind, Who hast on me bestow'd An immortal soul, design'd To be the house of God: Come, and now reside in me, Never, never to remove:
Make me just, and good like thee, And full of power and love.
2 Bid me in thy image rise, A saint, a creature new; True, and merciful, and wise, And pure and happy too: This thy primitive design,
That I should in thee be bless'd; Should within thy arms divine For ever, ever rest.
3 Let thy will in me be done; Fulfil my heart's desire, Thee to know and love alone;
And rise in raptures higher:
Thee, descending on a cloud, When with ravish'd eyes I see; Then I shall be fill'd with God To all eternity.
JESUS, to thee I now can fly, On whom my help was laid: Opprest by sin, I lift my eye, And see the shadows fade.
2 Soon as I find myself forsook, The grace again is given: A sigh can reach thy heart, a look Can bring thee down from heaven.
3 Believing on my Lord, I find A sure and present aid:
On thee alone my constant mind Be every moment stayed.
4 Whate'er in me seems wise, or good, Or strong, I here disclaim;
I wash my garments in the blood Of the atoning Lamb.
5 Jesus, my strength, my hope, my rest, On thee will I depend,
Till summon'd to the marriage feast, Where faith in sight shall end.
O God, my hope, my heavenly rest,
My all of happiness below, Grant my importunate request; To me, to me, thy goodness show: Thy beatific face display,
The brightness of eternal day.
2 Before my faith's enlighten'd eyes, Make all thy gracious goodness pass:
Thy goodness is the sight I prize: O may I see thy smiling face: Thy nature in my soul proclaim; Reveal thy love, thy glorious name.
[L. B. 275.] 6 lines 8.
To thee, great God of Love, I bow; And prostrate in thy sight adore; By faith I see thee passing now; I have, but still I ask for more: A glimpse of love cannot suffice; My soul for all thy presence cries. 2 The fulness of my vast reward, A blest eternity shall be:-
But hast thou not on earth prepared Some better thing than this for me? What! but one drop? one transient sight?" I want a sun,- -a sea of light.
3 More favour'd than the saints of old, We now by faith approach to thee: Shall all with open face behold In Christ the glorious Deity: Shall see and put salvation on, The nature of thy spotless Son.
4 This, this is our high-calling's prize: Thy image in thy Son I claim: And still to higher glories rise, Till, all transform'd, I know thy name; And glide to all my heaven above,
My highest heaven of Jesus' love.
COME, Saviour, Jesus, from above; Assist me with thy heavenly grace; Empty my heart of earthly love, And for thyself prepare the place.
2 O let thy sacred presence fill, And set my longing spirit free, Which pants to have no other will, But day and night to feast on thee. 3 While in this region here below, No other good will I pursue :
I'll bid this world of noise and show, With all its glittering snares, adieu.
4 That path, with humble speed, I'll seek, In which my Saviour's footsteps shine; Nor will I hear, nor will I speak
Of any other love but thine.
5 Wealth, honour, pleasure, and what else, This short-enduring world can give, Tempt as ye will, my soul repels; To Christ alone resolved to live.
6 Thee I can love, and thee alone, With pure delight, and inward bliss: To know thou takest me for thy own, O what a happiness is this!
7 Nothing on earth do I desire,
But thy pure love within my breast:
This, only this, will I require, And freely give up all the rest.
ABRAHAM, when severely tried, His faith by his obedience show'd: He with the hard command complied, And gave his Isaac back to God.
2 O for a faith like his, that we The bright example may pursue: May gladly give up all to thee, To whom our more than all is due.
3 Is there a thing than life more dear?
A thing from which we cannot part?
We can; we now rejoice to tear The idol from our bleeding heart.
4 Jesus, accept our sacrifice;
All things for thee we count but loss: Lo! at thy word our Isaac dies, Dies on the altar of thy cross.
5 Now to thyself thy victim take; Nature's last agony is o'er: Freely thy own we render back: We grieve to part with ALL no more.
6 For what to thee, O Lord, we give, A hundred-fold we here obtain; And soon from thee shall all receive, And loss shall be eternal gain.
[L. B. 279.] 4 lines 8 & 2-6.
O GOD, thy faithfulness I plead; My present help in time of need, My great Deliverer thou: Haste to my aid-thy ear incline, And rescue this poor soul of mine: I claim the promise now.
2 Where is the way? Ah! show me where, That I thy mercy may declare; The power that sets me free: How can I my destruction shun? How can I from my nature run? Answer, O Lord, for me.
3 Thy faithful, wise, and mighty love, Shall every stumbling-block remove, And make an open way:
Thy love shall burst the shades of death, And bear me from the gulf beneath,
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