The book of sacred song . l to mind Gethsemane. Eden, from each flowery bed, Did for man short sweetness breathe; Soon, by Satans counsel led, Man wrought sin, and sin wrought death; But, of life, the healing tree Grows in rich Gethsemane. Hither, Lord, Thou didst resortOft-times with Thy little train; Here wouldst keep Thy private court,Oh ! confer that grace again : Lord, resort with worthless me Oft-times to Gethsemane. WILLIAM AND MARY GEORGE II. 65 True, I cant deserve to share In a favour so divine;But since sin first fiVd Thee there, None have greater sins than mine;And to this my woefu
The book of sacred song . l to mind Gethsemane. Eden, from each flowery bed, Did for man short sweetness breathe; Soon, by Satans counsel led, Man wrought sin, and sin wrought death; But, of life, the healing tree Grows in rich Gethsemane. Hither, Lord, Thou didst resortOft-times with Thy little train; Here wouldst keep Thy private court,Oh ! confer that grace again : Lord, resort with worthless me Oft-times to Gethsemane. WILLIAM AND MARY GEORGE II. 65 True, I cant deserve to share In a favour so divine;But since sin first fiVd Thee there, None have greater sins than mine;And to this my woeful plea,Witness thou, Gethsemane ! Sins against a holy God; Sins against his righteous laws;Sins against his love, his blood, Sins against his name and cause,Sins immense as is the sea:—Hide me,, O Gethsemane ! Saviour, all the stone remove From my flinty, frozen heart;Thaw it with the beams of love, Pierce it with thy mercys dart;Wound the heart that wounded Thee;Break it in Gethsemane! Hart. 66 THE BOOK OF SACRED THIS IS MY NAME FOR EVER, J|HE God of Abraham praise,Who reigns enthroned above;&\ Ancient of everlasting days,And God of love :Jehovah, Great I AM !By earth and heaven confest;I bow, and bless the sacred NameFor ever blest. The God of Abraham praise,At whose supreme commandFrom earth I rise, and seek the joys At His right hand :I all on earth forsake,Its wisdom, fame, and power,And Him my only portion make, My shield and tower. The God of Abraham praise,Whose all-sufficient graceShall guide me all my happy daysIn all my ways : WILLIAM AXD MARY GEORGE II. 67 He calls a worm His friend !He calls Himself my God !And He shall save me to the end,Through Jesus3 blood. He by Himself hath sworn, I on His oath depend ; I shall, on eagles wings up-borne, To heaven ascend :I shall behold His face,I shall His power adore,And sing the wonders of His grace For evermore. Though natures strength decay, And earth and hell withstand, To Canaans bounds I urge my way At His com
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