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From Psalm xxiii.
1. The Lord my pasture shall prepare,
And feed me with a shepherd's care ;
2. When in the sultry glebe I faint,
Or on the thirsty mountain pant:
3. Though in the paths of death I tread
With gloomy horrors overspread,
4. Though in a bare and rugged way,
Through devious lonely wilds I stray,
HYMN 32. Lord, thou knowest all things; thou knowest that I
love thee.” John xxi. 17.
Thee will I love, my joy and crown;
With all my heart, and Thee alone;
fire Fill my whole soul with warm desire.
2. In darkness willingly I stray'd,
I sought Thee not, from Thee I rov'd;
if more at length I see,
3. Thee will I love, my joy, my crown,
Thee will I love, my Lord, my God,
And thorns and briers perplex my road;
“Nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature shall be able
to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.” Rom. viii. 39. 1. Thou God of boundless love, whose height,
Whose depth unfathom'd no man knows, I see from far thy glorious light,
Deeply I sigh for thy repose :
My heart is pain’d, nor can it be
2. Is there a thing beneath the sun,
That strives with Thee my heart to share ?
The Lord of every feeling there !
3. Oh! hide this self from me, that I
more, but Christ in me may live!
Nor let one hateful lust survive.
“Seek ye my face; my heart said unto thee, Thy face, Lord,
will I seek.” Ps. xxvii. 8.
1. Thou refuge of the weary soul !
On Thee when sorrows rise ;
My fainting hope relies.
2. To Thee, I tell each rising grief,
For Thou alone canst heal ;
For ev'ry pain I feel.
3. Hast Thou not bid me seek thy face?
And shall I seek in vain ?
Be deaf when I complain?
4. No; still the ear of thy free
Waits on the mourner's pray'r;
To breathe my sorrows there.
5. Thy mercy seat is open still ;
Here let my soul retreat ;
And wait beneath thy feet.
“ Lovest thou me?” John xxi. 15.
1. 'Tis a point I long to know,
Oft it causes anxious thought;
Am I thine, or am I not?
2. Could my beart so hard remain,
Prayer a task so irksome prove,
If I knew my Saviour's love ?
3. When I turn my eyes within,
All is dark, and vain, and wild ;
Can I deem myself thy child ?
4. If I pray, or hear, or read,
Sin is mix'd with all I do ;
Tell me, is it thus with you ?
5. Yet I mourn
stubborn will, Find my sin a grief and thrall ; Should I grieve for what I feel,
If I did not love at all ?
6. Could I joy his saints to meet,
Choose the ways I once abhorr’d,
If I did not love the Lord ?
7. Lord, decide the doubtful case :
Thou who art thy people's sun,
If it be indeed begun.
8. Let me love Thee more and more,
If I love at all, I pray ;
Help me to begin to day. (Hotham.)
“ Whom the Lord loveth he chasteneth.” HEB. xii. 6.
1. 'Tis my happiness below
Not to live without the cross;