5 I need Thee, precious Jesus!
I need Thee day by day,
To fill me with Thy fulness,
To lead me on my way.
I need Thy Holy Spirit,
To teach me what 1 am:
To shew me more of Jesus,
To point me to the Lamb.
6 I need Thee, precious Jesus!
And hope to see Thee soon,
Encircled with the rainbow,
And seated on Thy throne;
There, with Thy blood-bought children,
My joy shall ever be
To sing Thy praises, Jesus
To gaze, my Lord, on Thee!
"Deliver us from evil."
MATT. vi. 13.
WANT a principle within,
Of jealous godly fear;
A sensibility of sin,
A pain to feel it near.
2 From Thee that I no more may part,
No more Thy goodness grieve,-
The filial awe, the fleshy heart,
The filial awe, the fleshy heart,
The tender conscience give.
3 Quick as the apple of an eye,
O God, my conscience make!
Awake, my soul, when sin is nigh,
And keep it still awake.
4 If to the right or left I stray,
That moment, Lord, reprove:
And keep me in Thine own right way,
Lest I should grieve Thy love.
50 may the least omission pain
My well-instructed soul,
And drive me to that blood again
Which makes the wounded whole!
"Become as little children."
MATT. Xviii. 3.
QUIET, Lord, my froward heart,
Make me teachable and mild,
Upright, simple, free from art;
Make me as a little child;
From distrust and envy free,
Pleased with all that pleases Thee.
2 What Thou shalt to-day provide,
Let me as a child receive;
What to-morrow may betide,
Calmly to Thy wisdom leave.
'Tis enough that Thou wilt care:
Why should I the burden bear?
As a little child relies
On a care beyond his own;
Knows he's neither strong nor wise;
Fears to stir a step alone;
Let me still with Thee abide,
As my Father, Guard, and Guide.
4 Thus preserved from Satan's wiles,-
Safe from dangers, free from fears,
May I live upon Thy smiles,
Till the promised hour appears,
When the Sons of God shall prove
All their Father's boundless love.
"Return unto Me, for I have redeemed Thee."
RETURN, O wanderer, return!
And seek an injured Father's face :
Those warm desires that in thee burn,
Were kindled by reclaiming grace.
% Return, O wanderer, return,
And seek a Father's melting heart;
Whose pitying eyes thy grief discern,
Whose hand can heal thy inward smart.
3 Return, O wanderer, return:
He heard thy deep repentant sigh;
He saw thy softened spirit mourn,
When no intruding ear was nigh.
4 Return, O wanderer, return;
Thy Saviour bids thy spirit live:
Go to His bleeding feet, and learn
How freely Jesus can forgive!
"We have an Advocate with the Father."
1 JOHN ii. 1.
THOU, the contrite sinners' Friend,
Who, loving, lov'st them to the end!
On this alone my hopes depend,
That Thou wilt plead for me.
2 When, weary in the Christian race,
Far off appears my resting-place,
And, fainting, I mistrust Thy grace,
Then, Saviour, plead for me.
8 When I have erred and gone astray,
Afar from Thine and wisdom's way,
And see no glimmering, guiding ray,
Still, Saviour, plead for me.
4 When Satan, by my sins made bold,
Strives from Thy cross to loose my hold,
Then with Thy pitying arms enfold,
And plead, O plead for me.
And when my dying hour draws near,
Dispel my anguish, guilt, and fear,
And to my fainting sight appear,
Pleading in Heaven for me.
"That Rock was Christ."
1 COR. X. 4.
OCK of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee:
Let the water and the blood,
From Thy side a healing flood,
Be of sin the double cure,
Save from wrath, and make me pure.
2 Not the labour of my hands
Can fulfil Thy law's demands.
Could my zeal no respite know,
Could my tears for ever flow,-
This for sin could not atone,
Thou must save, and Thou alone.
8 Nothing in my hand I bring,
Simply to Thy cross I cling:
Naked, come to Thee for dress:
Helpless, look to Thee for grace
Leprous, to the Fountain fly;
Wash me, Saviour, or I die !
4 While I draw this fleeting breath,
When my eyes shall close in death,
When I soar to worlds unknown,
See Thee on Thy judgment throne,-
Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee!
"Christ hath redeemed us from the curse.'
LAY my sins on Jesus,
The spotless Lamb of God!
He bears them all and frees us
From the accursed load.
brisg my guilt to Jesus,-
To wash my crimson stains
White in His blood most precious,
Till not a spot remains.
2 I lay my wants on Jesus:-
All fulness dwells in Him:
He heals all my diseases,
He doth my soul redeem.
I lay my griefs on Jesus,-
My burdens and my cares;
He from them all releases,
He all my sorrow shares.
3 I rest my soul on Jesus,--
This weary soul of mine;
Es right hand me embraces,
I on His breast recline.
I love the name of Jesus,-
Immanuel, Christ, the Lord!
Like fragrance on the breezes
His name abroad is poured.
4 I long to be like Jesus,-
Meek, loving, holy, mild;
I long to be like Jesus,-
The Father's holy child;
I long to be with Jesus
Amid the heavenly throng,
To sing with saints His praises,
To learn the angels' song.
"To teach by the sea side."
MARK iv. 1.
IN every object here, I see
Something, my heart, that points at thee; Hard as the rocks that bound the strand,
Unfruitful as the barren sand,
Deep and deceitful as the ocean,
And, like the tides, in constant motion.
2 In every object here I see
Something, O Lord, that leads to Thee;
Firm as the rocks, Thy promise stands,
Thy mercies, countless as the sands
Thy love, a sea, immensely wide,
Thy grace, an overflowing tide.
rested the Sabbath day."
LUKE XXiii. 56.
NOTHER six days' work is done,
Another Sabbath is begun;
Return my soul,-enjoy the rest,
Improve the day thy God hath blest.
2 Come, bless the Lord, whose mercy finds
So sweet a rest for wearied minds;
Provides a foretaste, here, of heaven,
And gives this day the food of seven !
3 O that our thanks, this morn, may rise,
As grateful incense to the skies!
And draw from heaven that sweet repose,
Which none but he that feels it knows.
4 This heavenly calm within the breast
Is the dear pledge of glorious rest,
Which for the church of God remains
The end of cares-the end of pains.
5 In holy duties, let the day,-
In holy pleasures pass away:
How sweet a Sabbath thus to spend,
In hope of one that ne'er shall end!'
"The rest of the holy Sabbath."
EXOD. xvi. 23.
WELCOME, sacred day of rest!
Sweet repose from earthly care;
Day above all days the best,
When our souls for heaven prepare:
Day when our Redeemer rose
Victor o'er the hosts of hell;
Thus He vanquished all our foes;
Let our lips His glory tell.
2 Gracious Lord, we love this day:
When we hear Thy holy word,
When we sing Thy praise and pray
Earth can no such joys afford.
But a better rest remains,—
Heavenly Sabbaths, happier days,
Rest from sin, and rest from pains;
Endless joys. and endless praise.
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