The book of sacred song . n aid impart,To save me from low-thoughted care: Chase this self-will through all my heart,Through all its latent mazes there : Make me Thy duteous child, that I Ceaseless may Abba, Father \ cry. WILLIAM AND MARY GEORGE II. 73 Ah no! neer will I backward turn : Thine wholly, Thine alone I am!Thrice happy he, who views with scorn Earths toys, for Thee his constant help, that I may never moveFrom the blest footsteps of Thy love ! Each moment draw from earth awayMy heart, that lowly waits Thy call; Speak to my inmost soul, and say,I am thy Love, thy God, thy All
The book of sacred song . n aid impart,To save me from low-thoughted care: Chase this self-will through all my heart,Through all its latent mazes there : Make me Thy duteous child, that I Ceaseless may Abba, Father \ cry. WILLIAM AND MARY GEORGE II. 73 Ah no! neer will I backward turn : Thine wholly, Thine alone I am!Thrice happy he, who views with scorn Earths toys, for Thee his constant help, that I may never moveFrom the blest footsteps of Thy love ! Each moment draw from earth awayMy heart, that lowly waits Thy call; Speak to my inmost soul, and say,I am thy Love, thy God, thy All ! To feel Thy power, to hear Thy voice, To taste Thy love, be all my choice. J. Wesley {from Tersteege .<). ^MADE NIGH, BY THE BLOOD OF CHRIST. THIRST, Thou wounded Lamb of God,To wash me in Thy cleansing blood,To dwell within Thy wounds; then painIs sweet, and life or death is gain. Take my poor heart, and let it beFor ever closed to all but Thee !Seal Thou my breast, and let me wearThat pledge of love for ever 74 THE BOOK OF SACRED SONG. How blest are they, who still abideClose sheltered in Thy bleeding side !Who life and strength from Thee by Thee move, and in Thee live! What are our works but sin and death,Till Thou Thy quickening Spirit breathe!Thou giv^st the power Thy grace to move—O wondrous grace ! O boundless love ! How can it be, Thou heavenly King,That Thou shouldst us to glory bring ?Make slaves the partners of Thy throne,Decked with a never-fading crown ? Hence our hearts melt, our eyes overflow,Our words are lost; nor will we know,Nor will we think of aught beside My Lord, my Love is crucified ! Ah, Lord! enlarge our scanty thought,To know the wonders Thou hast wrought!Unloose our stammering tongue, to tellThy love, immense, unsearchable ! First-born of many brethren ThouTo Thee, lo! all our souls we bow, WILLIAM AND MARY GEORGE II. 75 To Thee our hearts and hands we give:Thine may we die, Thine may we live. J. Wesley {from the German). HE
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