Jesus alone deserves my heart, 2 His heart, where love and pity dwelt 3 Can I my bleeding Saviour view, And pierce his wounded heart anew, 4 Dear Lord, forbid !—oh! bind this heartThis roving heart of mine 172 So firm, that it may ne'er depart, In chains of love divine. DO not I love thee, O my Lord ?—— And turn each worthless idol out, 2 Do not I love thee from my soul?- 3 Is not thy name melodious still Doth not each pulse with pleasure beat 4 Hast thou a lamb in all thy flock, 5 Thou know'st I love thee, O my Lord, 173 P Far from the sphere of mortal joys, 1 BLEST Jesus! when my soaring thoughts O'er all thy graces rove, How is my soul in transport lost In wonder, joy, and love! 2 Not softest strains can charm my ears, Nor aught beneath the skies inspire 3 Where'er I look, my wondering eyes 5 No-thou art precious to my heart- 174 C. M. Corinth. Chesterfield. dol 1 JESUS, I love thy charming name; "Tis music to my ear; < Fain would I sound it out so loud, Not to mine eyes is light so dear, mf 3 Thy grace still dwells upon my heart, P f> P 4 I'll speak the honors of thy name, 175 Then, speechless, clasp thee in mine arms, dol 1 THOU lovely source of true delight, Whom I unseen adore ; P> Unvail thy beauties to my sight, 2 Thy glory o'er creation shines; I read, in fairer, brighter lines, P P Len 3 'Tis here, whene'er my comforts droop, Thy love, with cheering beams of hope, 4 But ah! too soon the pleasing scene m11 5 Jesus, my Lord-my life—my light, < f Break through the gloomy shades of night, 6 Then shall my soul with rapture trace 176 Then shall I see thy glorious face 1 THOU blest Redeemer, dying Lamb! No music like thy charming name, 2 Oh may we ever hear thy voice! In thee, O Lord, let us rejoice, 3 Jesus shall ever be our theme, 4 When we appear in yonder cloud, 177 Then will we sing more sweet, more loud, 1 JESUS! in whom but thee above 3 Oh! then be thou, my Saviour, nigh, 178 f C. M. Indebtedness to Christ. Mansfield. Bedford. 1 TO thee, my Shepherd, and my Lord, Oh! let the feeblest of thy flock 2 But how shall mortal tongue express Do justice to so vast a theme, 3 My life, my joy, my hope, I owe Ten thousand thousand comforts here, 4 To thee my trembling spirit flies, 5 Lead on, dear Shepherd!-led by thee. 179 Soon shall I reach thy fold above, 1 JESUS! to thy celestial light, Once wandering in the shades of night, 2 Thy gracious hand redeemed the slave, Be all I am-and all I have, 3 Here at thy feet I wait thy will, 180 Oh! give me warmer love and zeal, C. M. St. Martin's. Nottingham. 1 AND why do our admiring eyes And whence-doth every heart reply― 2 And dost thou, Lord, subdue my heart, 3 Redeemed by thee, most gracious Lord, 181 L. M. Timsbury. Arnheim. Not ashamed of Christ. 1 JESUS! and shall it ever be- Ashamed of thee-whom angels praise? 3 Ashamed of Jesus?-yes, I may, 182 C. M. Westmoreland. Colchester. 1 I'M not ashamed to own my Lord, Maintain the honor of his word, 2 Jesus, my God!-I know his name- Nor will he put my soul to shame, 3 Firm as his throne-his promise stands, What I've committed to his hands, |