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Make slaves the partners of thy throne!
O Lord, enlarge our scanty thought ·
First-born of many brethren thou,
DEAREST of all the names above,
My Jesus and my God,
Who can resist thy heavenly love,
Tis by the merits of thy death
Till God in human flesh I see,
But if Immanuel's face appear,
While some on their own works rely,
175. The Good Shepherd. 8',
Are screen'd from the heat of the day? Ah! shew us that happiest place, The place of thy people's abode, Where saints in an ecstasy gaze, And hang on a crucify'd God! Thy love for lost sinners declare, Thy passion and death on the tree, Our spirits to Calvary bear,
To suffer and triumph with thee. "Tis there, with the lambs of thy flock, There only we'd covet to rest,
To lie at the foot of the rock,
Or rise to be hid in thy breast. "Tis there we would always abide, And never a moment depart, Conceal'd in the cleft of thy side, Eternally held in thy heart.
176. Morning or Evening. C. M. JESUS, the Saviour of my soul, Be thou my heart's delight; Ever to me the same remain, My joy by day and night. Hungry and thirsty after thee May I be found each hour, Humble in heart, and happy kept, By thine almighty power. O may I never once forget,
What a poor worm I am,
From death and hell redeem'd by blood,
The mystery of redeeming love,
may the flesh and blood of Christ My daily manna be.
177. Jesus our High Priest. C. M. JESUS, our High-Priest and our Head, Who bears our flesh and blood, And always interced'st for us
Before the throne of God.
We know thou never canst forget
Thou with great tenderness art touch'd
And though thou art exalted now,
Thou know'st our weaknesses and wants,
Thou art to us so very nigh,
What shall we say for this thy love,
And thank thee that thou wast a man,
178. Happiness only in Christ. C. M. THOU say'st, dear Jesus, all thy saints, Who love thy face to see,
Shall have, while in this vale of tears, Kind visits oft from thee.
Then let my soul with thee converse, Who art my chief delight;
For sure the world can't ease my heart, If banish'd from thy sight.
179. Fellowship. C. M.
Reign thou sole monarch of our hearts,
Till we with angels join above,
To praise the Lamb once slain.
180. For Spiritual Mindedness. 148. LORD, let my Spirit dwell
(Whilst I reside below)
So that its griefs may ne'er dismay,
In thee, my God, alone,
I spread before thy throne;
I groan, and sigh, and long to see
O mercy! mercy! Lord,
My weary soul, involv'd
In deep confusion, cheer;
And raise me up, I long to be