295 [D. 8s. 7s. Christ in you, the hope of glory. Col. i. 27. 1 Love divine, all love excelling, Joy of heaven, to earth come down, All thy faithful mercies crown: Pure unbounded love thou art; Enter every trembling heart. 2 Come, Almighty to deliver, Let us all thy grace receive; Never more thy temples leave. Serve thee as thy hosts above; Glory in thy perfect love. Pure and spotless let us be: Perfectly restored in thee. Till in heaven we take our place: Lost in wonder, love, and praise." n [8s. 85. 6. 298 My soul followeth hard after thee. Ps. lxiii. 8. All taken up by thee? The love of Christ to me. : 2 Stronger his love than death and hell, The first-born sons of light The length, and breadth, and height. In this poor stony heart: Be mine this better part. Be this my happy choice : To hear the Bridegroom's voice. [78. 297 Lovest thou me?-John xxi. 15. 1 HARK! my soul, it is the Lord; 'Tis thy Saviour; hear his word; “Say, poor sinner, lov'st thou me? 2 I deliver'd thee when bound, And when bleeding, heal'd thy wound; Turn'd thy darkness into light. 3 Can a woman's tender care Cease towards the child she bare ? Yet will I remember thee. Higher than the heights above, 5 Thou shalt see my glory soon, When the work of grace is done : Say, poor sinner, lov'st thou me ?” 6 Lord, it is my chief complaint That my love is cold and faint : 298 Lord, thou knowest ull things : thou knowest [TEN 75. that I love thce.-John xxi. 17. 1 From the guiding star that led Sages to the manger bed; “Lovest thou, yea, lovest me ?” Through the azure heavens like flame; “Lovest thou, yea, lovest me?” Of the Paschal upper room; From the woes to us unknown, “Lovest thou, yea, lovest me?” 4 From the dawn of Easter light Breaking on the world's long night; "Lovest thou, yea, lovest me?' 5 “Lord, thou knowest through and through All I am and say and do, Knowest, Master, I love thee." 1 299 I will love thee, O Lord my strength. [Six 8s. Ps. xviii. 1. Thee will I love, my joy, my crown; In all thy works, and thee alone; Fills my whole soul with pure desire. 2 I thank thee, uncreated Sun, That thy bright beams on me have shined; My foes, and heal'd my wounded mind : 3 Uphold me in the doubtful race, Nor suffer me again to stray; Still to press forward in thy way : In thy sole glory may unite. Thee will I love, my Lord, my God; Or smile thy sceptre or thy rod; 300 When they had nothing to pay, he frankly [S.M. forgave them. - Luke vii. 42. It was a heavy debt; “ Thou wilt not me forget." The seal was torn away ; « Think thou of me alway." Although it cancell'd be, Who paid the debt for me. I look again and weep; I will for ever keep. a By my Emmanuel. |