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Jesus alone deserves my heart,
And every thought of love.

2 His heart, where love and pity dwelt
In all their softest forms,
Sustained the heavy load of guilt
For lost, rebellious worms.

3 Can I my bleeding Saviour view,
And yet ungrateful prove?

And pierce his wounded heart anew,
And grieve his injured love?

4 Dear Lord, forbid !—oh! bind this heartThis roving heart of mine

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So firm, that it may ne'er depart,

In chains of love divine.

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DO not I love thee, O my Lord ?——
Behold my heart, and see:

And turn each worthless idol out,
That dares to rival thee.

2 Do not I love thee from my soul?-
Then let me nothing love:
Dead be my heart to every joy,
Which thou dost not approve.

3 Is not thy name melodious still
To mine attentive ear?

Doth not each pulse with pleasure beat
My Saviour's voice to hear?

4 Hast thou a lamb in all thy flock,
I would disdain to feed?
Hast thou a foe, before whose face
I fear thy cause to plead ?

5 Thou know'st I love thee, O my Lord,
But yet I long to soar

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Far from the sphere of mortal joys,
That I may love thee more.

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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,
Like thy beloved name;

Nor aught beneath the skies inspire
My heart with equal flame.

3 Where'er I look, my wondering eyes
Unnumbered blessings see;
But what is life, with all its bliss,
If once compared with thee?
4 Hast thou a rival in my breast?-
Search, Lord-for thou canst tell
If aught can raise my passions thus,
Or please my soul so well.

5 No-thou art precious to my heart-
My portion and my joy:
Forever let thy boundless grace
My sweetest thoughts employ.

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C. M.
Christ precious.

Corinth. Chesterfield.

dol 1 JESUS, I love thy charming name; "Tis music to my ear;

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Fain would I sound it out so loud,
That earth and heaven might hear.
2 What'er my noblest powers can wish
In thee doth richly meet;

Not to mine eyes is light so dear,
Nor friendship half so sweet.

mf 3 Thy grace still dwells upon my heart,
And sheds its fragrance there;
The noblest balm of all its wounds,
The cordial of its care!

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4 I'll speak the honors of thy name,
With my last laboring breath;

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Then, speechless, clasp thee in mine arms,
And trust thy love in death.

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dol 1 THOU lovely source of true delight, Whom I unseen adore ;

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Unvail thy beauties to my sight,
That I may love thee more.

2 Thy glory o'er creation shines;
But in thy sacred word

I read, in fairer, brighter lines,
My bleeding-dying Lord.

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3 'Tis here, whene'er my comforts droop,
And sins and sorrows rise-

Thy love, with cheering beams of hope,
My fainting heart supplies.

4 But ah! too soon the pleasing scene
Is clouded o'er with pain;
My gloomy fears rise dark between,
And I again complain.

m11 5 Jesus, my Lord-my life—my light,
Oh! come with blissful ray;

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Break through the gloomy shades of night,
And chase my fears away.

6 Then shall my soul with rapture trace
The wonders of thy love:

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Then shall I see thy glorious face
In endless joy above.

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1 THOU blest Redeemer, dying Lamb!
We love to hear of thee;

No music like thy charming name,
Nor half so dear can be.

2 Oh may we ever hear thy voice!
In mercy to us speak!"

In thee, O Lord, let us rejoice,
And thy salvation seek.

3 Jesus shall ever be our theme,
While in this world we stay;
We'll sing of Jesus' lovely name,
When all things else decay.

4 When we appear in yonder cloud,
With all his favored throng,

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Then will we sing more sweet, more loud,
And Christ shall be our song.

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1 JESUS! in whom but thee above
Can I repose my trust, my love?
And shall an earthly object be
Loved in comparison with thee?
2 How soon, O Lord, will life decay!
How soon this world will pass away!
Ah! what can mortal friends avail,
When heart, and strength, and life shall fail?

3 Oh! then be thou, my Saviour, nigh,
And I will triumph while I die ;
My strength, my portion, is divine,
And Jesus is forever mine!

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C. M.

Indebtedness to Christ.

Mansfield. Bedford.

1 TO thee, my Shepherd, and my Lord,
A grateful song I'll raise;

Oh! let the feeblest of thy flock
Attempt to speak thy praise.

2 But how shall mortal tongue express
A subject so divine?

Do justice to so vast a theme,
Or praise a love like thine ?

3 My life, my joy, my hope, I owe
To this amazing love;

Ten thousand thousand comforts here,
And nobler bliss above.

4 To thee my trembling spirit flies,
With sin and grief oppressed;
Thy gentle voice dispels my fears,
And lulls my cares to rest.

5 Lead on, dear Shepherd!-led by thee.
No evil shall I fear;

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Soon shall I reach thy fold above,
And praise thee better there.

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1 JESUS! to thy celestial light,
My dawn of hope I owe;

Once wandering in the shades of night,
And lost in helpless wo.

2 Thy gracious hand redeemed the slave,
And set the prisoner free :

Be all I am-and all I have,
Devoted, Lord, to thee.

3 Here at thy feet I wait thy will,
And live upon thy word:

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Oh! give me warmer love and zeal,
To serve my dearest Lord.

C. M. St. Martin's. Nottingham.

1 AND why do our admiring eyes
These gospel glories see?

And whence-doth every heart reply―
Salvation sent to me?

2 And dost thou, Lord, subdue my heart,
And show my sins forgiven?
And bear thy witness to my part
Among the heirs of heaven?

3 Redeemed by thee, most gracious Lord,
We'll sing our Saviour's name;
And while the long salvation lasts,
Its sovereign power proclaim.

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L. M.

Timsbury. Arnheim.

Not ashamed of Christ.

1 JESUS! and shall it ever be-
A mortal man ashamed of thee?

Ashamed of thee-whom angels praise?
Whose glories shine through endless days?
2 Ashamed of Jesus ?-that dear friend
On whom my hopes of heaven depend?
No!--when I blush, be this my shame-
That I no more revere his name.

3 Ashamed of Jesus?-yes, I may,
When I've no guilt to wash away-
No tear to wipe-no good to crave,
No fears to quell-no soul to save!
4 Till then-nor is my boasting vain-
Till then, I boast a Saviour slain!
And oh! may this my glory be-
That Christ is not ashamed of me!

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C. M. Westmoreland. Colchester.

1 I'M not ashamed to own my Lord,
Or to defend his cause;

Maintain the honor of his word,
The glory of his cross.

2 Jesus, my God!-I know his name-
His name is all my trust;

Nor will he put my soul to shame,
Nor let my hope be lost.

3 Firm as his throne-his promise stands,
And he can well secure

What I've committed to his hands,
Till the decisive hour.

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