4 My Jesus, as Thou wilt!
If loved ones must depart,
Suffer not sorrow's flood
To overwhelm my heart;
For they are blest with Thee,
Their race and conflict won,
Let me but follow them ;
My Lord, Thy will be done!
5 My Jesus, as Thou wilt!
When death itself draws nigh,
To Thy dear wounded side
I would for refuge fly.
Leaning on Thee, to go
Where Thou before hast gone;
The rest as Thou shalt please,
My Lord, Thy will be done!
6 My Jesus, as Thou wilt!
All shall be well for me,
Each changing future scene,
I gladly trust with Thee.
Straight to my home above
I travel calmly on,
And sing, in life or death,
My Lord, Thy will be done!
706 I can do all things through Christ, which
strengtheneth me.—Philippians iv. 13.
HOU hidden Source of calm repose,
Thou all-sufficient Love divine;
My help and refuge from my foes,
Secure I am, if Thou art mine,
From sin and grief, from guilt and shame ;
I hide me, Jesus, in Thy name.
2 Thy mighty name salvation is,
And keeps my happy soul above;
Comfort it brings, and power and peace,
And joy and everlasting love;
To me, with Thy dear name, are given
Pardon and holiness and heaven.
3 Jesus, my all in all Thou art,
My rest in toil, mine ease in pain;
The medicine of my broken heart;
In war my peace; in loss, my gain;
My smile beneath the tyrant's frown;
In shame, my glory and my crown.
4 In want, my plentiful supply;
In weakness, mine almighty power;
In bonds, my perfect liberty;
My light, in Satan's darkest hour;
In grief, my joy unspeakable;
My life in death, my heaven, my all.
FRANCIS XAVIER, tr. E. CASWALL.*
We love Him, because He first loved us.
I John iv. 19.
AVIOUR, I love Thee, not because
I hope for heaven thereby,
Nor yet because who love Thee not
Must die eternally.
A place on high at Thy right hand
My love could never win :
Thy grace alone, O Christ, must save
2 But in Thy love Thou didst my soul
Upon the cross embrace;
For me didst bear the nails and spear,
And manifold disgrace,
And griefs and torments numberless
And sweat of agony,
And death itself—and all for me,
For me, Thine enemy.
3 For this, Thy boundless love for me,
My soul would love Thee well;
Not for the sake of winning heaven,
Or for escaping hell;
Not for the hope of gaining aught ;
Not seeking a reward;
But as Thyself hast loved me,
O ever-loving Lord.
4 E'en so I love Thee, Christ my God,
And in Thy praise will sing;
Solely because of Thy great love,
My Saviour and my King.
To God the Father glory be;
Glory to Christ His Son ;
Glory, O Holy Ghost, to Thee,
While endless ages run.
708 And Thou shalt call His name Jesus.
OW sweet the name of Jesus sounds
In a believer's ear!
It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds,
And drives away his fear.
2 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.
4 Jesus, my Shepherd, Guardian, Friend!
My Prophet, Priest, and King;
My Lord, my life, my way, mine end,
Accept the praise I bring.
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.
BERNARD OF CLAIRVAUX, tr. RAY PALMER.
I am that bread of life.-John vi. 48.
I ESUS, Thou joy of loving hearts!
Thou Fount of life! Thou Light of men!
From the best bliss that earth imparts,
We turn unfilled to Thee again.
2 Thy truth unchanged hath ever stood;
Thou savest those that on Thee call;
To them that seek Thee Thou art good,
To them that find Thee, all in all !
3 We taste Thee, O Thou Living Bread,
And long to feast upon Thee still!
We drink of Thee, the Fountain-head,
And thirst our souls from Thee to fill.
4 Our restless spirits yearn for Thee,
Where'er our changeful lot is cast ;
Glad, when Thy gracious smile we see,
Blest, when our faith can hold Thee fast.
5 O Jesus, ever with us stay!
Make all our moments calm and bright!
Chase the dark night of sin away,
Shed o'er the world Thy holy light.
Our consolation also aboundeth by Christ.
2 Corinthians i. 5.
I ESUS, the very thought of Thee
With sweetness fills my breast ;
But sweeter far Thy face to see,
And in Thy presence rest.
2 Nor voice can sing, nor heart can frame,
Nor can the memory find,
A sweeter sound than Thy blest name,
O Saviour of mankind!
3 O hope of every contrite heart!
O joy of all the meek;
To those who fall, how kind Thou art!
How good to those who seek !
4 But what to those who find? Ah! this
Nor tongue nor pen can show ;
The love of Jesus-what it is,
None but His loved ones know.
5 Jesus, our only joy be Thou,
As Thou our crown wilt be;
Jesus, be Thou our glory now,
And through eternity.
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