Nor covetous desire arise
Within this soul of mine.
4 Order my footsteps by thy word,
And make my heart sincere;
Let sin have no dominion, Lord,
But keep my conscience clear.
5 Make me to walk in thy commands;
'Tis a delightful road:
Nor let my head, nor heart, nor hands, Offend against my God.
[L. B. 18.] 8 lines 7 & 6.
MAKER, Saviour of mankind,
Who hast on me bestow'd
An immortal soul, design'd
To be the house of God:
Come, and now reside in me,
Never, never to remove:
Make me just, and good like thee,
And full of power and love.
2 Bid me in thy image rise,
A saint, a creature new;
True, and merciful, and wise,
And pure and happy too:
This thy primitive design,
That I should in thee be bless'd;
Should within thy arms divine
For ever, ever rest.
3 Let thy will in me be done;
Fulfil my heart's desire,
Thee to know and love alone;
And rise in raptures higher:
Thee, descending on a cloud,
When with ravish'd eyes I see;
Then I shall be fill'd with God
To all eternity.
JESUS, to thee I now can fly,
On whom my help was laid:
Opprest by sin, I lift my eye,
And see the shadows fade.
2 Soon as I find myself forsook,
The grace again is given:
A sigh can reach thy heart, a look
Can bring thee down from heaven.
3 Believing on my Lord, I find
A sure and present aid:
On thee alone my constant mind
Be every moment stayed.
4 Whate'er in me seems wise, or good,
Or strong, I here disclaim;
I wash my garments in the blood
Of the atoning Lamb.
5 Jesus, my strength, my hope, my rest,
On thee will I depend,
Till summon'd to the marriage feast,
Where faith in sight shall end.
O God, my hope, my heavenly rest,
My all of happiness below,
Grant my importunate request;
To me, to me, thy goodness show:
Thy beatific face display,
The brightness of eternal day.
2 Before my faith's enlighten'd eyes, Make all thy gracious goodness pass:
Thy goodness is the sight I prize:
O may I see thy smiling face:
Thy nature in my soul proclaim;
Reveal thy love, thy glorious name.
[L. B. 275.] 6 lines 8.
To thee, great God of Love, I bow;
And prostrate in thy sight adore;
By faith I see thee passing now;
I have, but still I ask for more:
A glimpse of love cannot suffice;
My soul for all thy presence cries.
2 The fulness of my vast reward,
A blest eternity shall be:-
But hast thou not on earth prepared
Some better thing than this for me?
What! but one drop? one transient sight?"
I want a sun,- -a sea of light.
3 More favour'd than the saints of old,
We now by faith approach to thee:
Shall all with open face behold
In Christ the glorious Deity:
Shall see and put salvation on,
The nature of thy spotless Son.
4 This, this is our high-calling's prize:
Thy image in thy Son I claim:
And still to higher glories rise,
Till, all transform'd, I know thy name;
And glide to all my heaven above,
My highest heaven of Jesus' love.
COME, Saviour, Jesus, from above;
Assist me with thy heavenly grace;
Empty my heart of earthly love,
And for thyself prepare the place.
2 O let thy sacred presence fill,
And set my longing spirit free,
Which pants to have no other will,
But day and night to feast on thee.
3 While in this region here below,
No other good will I pursue :
I'll bid this world of noise and show,
With all its glittering snares, adieu.
4 That path, with humble speed, I'll seek, In which my Saviour's footsteps shine; Nor will I hear, nor will I speak
Of any other love but thine.
5 Wealth, honour, pleasure, and what else,
This short-enduring world can give,
Tempt as ye will, my soul repels;
To Christ alone resolved to live.
6 Thee I can love, and thee alone,
With pure delight, and inward bliss:
To know thou takest me for thy own,
O what a happiness is this!
7 Nothing on earth do I desire,
But thy pure love within my breast:
This, only this, will I require,
And freely give up all the rest.
ABRAHAM, when severely tried,
His faith by his obedience show'd:
He with the hard command complied,
And gave his Isaac back to God.
2 O for a faith like his, that we
The bright example may pursue:
May gladly give up all to thee,
To whom our more than all is due.
3 Is there a thing than life more dear?
A thing from which we cannot part?
We can; we now rejoice to tear
The idol from our bleeding heart.
4 Jesus, accept our sacrifice;
All things for thee we count but loss:
Lo! at thy word our Isaac dies,
Dies on the altar of thy cross.
5 Now to thyself thy victim take;
Nature's last agony is o'er:
Freely thy own we render back:
We grieve to part with ALL no more.
6 For what to thee, O Lord, we give,
A hundred-fold we here obtain;
And soon from thee shall all receive,
And loss shall be eternal gain.
[L. B. 279.] 4 lines 8 & 2-6.
O GOD, thy faithfulness I plead;
My present help in time of need,
My great Deliverer thou:
Haste to my aid-thy ear incline,
And rescue this poor soul of mine:
I claim the promise now.
2 Where is the way? Ah! show me where,
That I thy mercy may declare;
The power that sets me free:
How can I my destruction shun?
How can I from my nature run?
Answer, O Lord, for me.
3 Thy faithful, wise, and mighty love,
Shall every stumbling-block remove,
And make an open way:
Thy love shall burst the shades of death, And bear me from the gulf beneath,
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