JESUS, by whose grace I live,
From the fear of evil kept,
Thou hast lengthen'd my reprieve,
Held in being while I slept;
With the day my heart renew,
Let me wake thy will to do.
Since the last revolving dawn
Scatter'd the nocturnal cloud,
O how many souls have gone,
Unprepar'd to meet their God!
Yet thou dost prolong my breath,
Nor hast seal'd mine eyes in death!
O that I may keep thy word,
Taught by thee to watch and pray
To thy service, dearest Lord,
Sanctify the present day :
Swift its fleeting moments haste;
Doom'd perhaps, to be my last!
Crucified to all below,
Earth shall never be my care;
Wealth and honour I forego,
This my only wish and prayer-
Thine in life and death to be,
Now and to eternity!
O THAT my heart was right with thee,
And lov'd thee with a perfect love:
O that my Lord would dwell in me,
And never from his seat remove!
Jesus, apply thy pardoning blood,
And make this bosom fit for God.
Saviour, I dwell in awful night,
Until thou in my heart appear;
Arise, propitious sun, and light
An everlasting morning there:
Thy presence casts the shadows by;
If thou withdraw, how dark am I!
O Lord, how should thy servant see,
Unless thou give me seeing eyes?
Well may I fall, if out of thee!
If out of thee, how should I rise?
I wander wide without thy aid,
And lose my way in midnight shade.
O let my prayer acceptance find,
And bring the mighty blessing down;
Eye-sight impart, for I am blind;
And seal me thine adopted son.
A fallen, helpless creature take,
And heir of thy salvation make.
SUPREME High-Priest, the pilgrim's light,
My heart for thee prepare;
Thine image stamp, and deeply write
Thy superscription there:
Ah, let my forehead bear thy seal,
My arm thy badge retain,
My heart the inward witness feel
That I am born again!
Into thy humble mansion come,
Set up thy dwelling here:
Possess my heart, and leave no room
For sin to harbour there :
Ah, give me, Lord, the single eye,
Which aims at nought but thee:
I fain would live, and yet not I,
Let Jesus live in me.
O that the penetrating sight
And eagle's eyes were mine!
Undazzled at the boundless light,
Of Majesty divine;
That with the armies of the sky
I too may sit and sing,
Add, Saviour, to the eagle's eye,
The dove's aspiring wing.
"Tis sweet to rest in lively hope,
That when the change shall come,
Angels will hover round my bed,
And waft my spirit home.
There shall my dis-imprison'd soul,
Behold him and adore;
Be with his likeness satisfied,
And grieve, and sin, no more.
Shall see him wear that very flesh,
On which my guilt was lain;
His love intense, his merit fresh,
As though but newly slain.
Soon too my slumbering dust shall hear
The trumpet's quickening sound!
And by my Saviour's power rebuilt,
At his right hand be found.
These eyes shall see him in that day,
The God that died for me;
And all my rising bones shall say,
Lord, who is like to thee!
If such the views which grace unfolds,
Weak as it is below,
What raptures must the church above, In Jesus' presence know!
O may the unction of these truths,
For ever with me stay,
Till from her sinful cage dismiss'd,
My spirit flies away!
FATHER I want a thankful heart,
I want to taste how good thou art ;
To plunge me in thy mercy's sea,
And comprehend thy love to me;
The length and breadth, and depth and height,
Of love divinely infinite.
Jesus, my great High-Priest above,
My friend before the throne of love;
If now for me prevails thy prayer,
If now I find thee pleading there,
Hear, and my weak petitions join,
Almighty advocate, to thine!
O sovereign love, to thee I cry,
Give me thyself, or else I die!
Save me from death, from hell set free;
Death, hell, are but the want of thee!
My life, my crown, my heaven, thou art,
Q may I find thee in my heart.
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