I

KNOW that my Redeemer lives,
And ever prays for me;

A token of His love He gives,
A pledge of liberty.

2 I find Him lifting up my head,

He brings salvation near,

His presence makes me free indeed,
And He will soon appear.

3 He wills that I should holy be,
What can withstand His will?
The counsel of His grace in me
He surely shall fulfil.

4 Jesus, I hang upon Thy Word;
I steadfastly believe

Thou wilt return and claim me, Lord,
And to Thyself receive.

5 Joyful in hope, my spirit soars
To meet Thee from above,
Thy goodness thankfully adores;
And sure I taste Thy love.

6 When God is mine, and I am His,
Of paradise possest,

I taste unutterable bliss,
And everlasting rest.

3 Fairer than the sons of men,
Do not let me turn again,
Leave the fountain-head of bliss,
Stoop to creature-happiness.

4 Whom have I on earth below?
Thee, and only Thee, I know;
Whom have I in heaven but Thee?
Thou art all in all to me.

5 All my treasure is above,
All my riches is Thy love;
Who the worth of love can tell?
Infinite, unsearchable !

6 Thou, O Love, my portion art;
Lord, Thou know'st my simple heart!
Other comforts I despise,
Love be all my paradise.

7 Nothing else can I require,
Love fills up my whole desire ;
All Thy other gifts remove,
Still Thou giv'st me all in love.
Charles Wesley. 1749.

Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ, and thou shalt be saved.-Acts xvi. 31.

JESUS hath died that I might live,
Might live to God alone;
In Him eternal life receive,
And be in spirit one.

2 Saviour, I thank Thee for the grace,
The gift unspeakable!

And wait with arms of faith to em-
And all Thy love to feel.
[brace,

3 My soul breaks out in strong desire
The perfect bliss to prove;
My longing heart is all on fire
To be dissolved in love.

4 Give me Thyself; from every boast,
From every wish set free;
Let all I am in Thee be lost;
But give Thyself to me.

I shall be satisfied, when I awake, with Thy likeness.-Psalm xvii. 15.

JESUS, the all-restoring Word,

My fallen spirit's hope,
After Thy lovely likeness, Lord,
Ah, when shall I wake up?

2 Thou, O my God, Thou only art

The Life, the Truth, the Way:
Quicken my soul, instruct my heart,
My sinking footsteps stay.

3 Of all Thou hast in earth below,
In heaven above, to give,
Give me Thy only love to know,
In Thee to walk and live.

4 Fill me with all the life of love,
In mystic union join

Me to Thyself, and let me prove
The fellowship divine.

5 Open the intercourse between
My longing soul and Thee,
Never to be broke off again
To all eternity. Amen.

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Wesley. 1740.

We love Him, because He first loved us. 1 John iv. 19.

C.M.

MY God, I love Thee; not because

I hope for heaven thereby,
Nor yet because who love Thee not
Are lost eternally.

2 Thou, O my Jesus, Thou didst me
Upon the Cross embrace;
For me didst bear the nails, and spear,
And manifold disgrace,

3 And griefs and torments numberless, And sweat of agony;

Yea, death itself; and all for me
Who was Thine enemy.

4 Then why, O blessed Jesus Christ,
Should I not love Thee well?
Not for the sake of winning heaven,
Nor of escaping hell;

5 Not from the hope of gaining aught, Not seeking a reward;

But as Thyself hast loved me,

O ever-loving Lord.

6 So would I love Thee, dearest Lord, And in Thy praise will sing; Solely because Thou art my God, And my eternal King. Amen.

NOW let us see Thy beauty, Lord,

As we have seen before;
And by Thy beauty quicken us
To love Thee and adore.

2 'Tis easy when with simple mind
Thy loveliness we see,

To consecrate ourselves afresh
To duty and to Thee.

3 Our every feverish mood is cooled, And gone is every load,

When we can lose the love of self,
And find the love of God.

4 'Tis by Thy loveliness we're won
To home and Thee again,
And as we are Thy children true
We are more truly men.

5 Lord, it is coming to ourselves
When thus we come to Thee
The bondage of Thy loveliness
Is perfect liberty.

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2 I hold Thee with a trembling hand,
But will not let Thee go,
Till steadfastly by faith I stand
And all Thy goodness know.

3 When shall I see the welcome hour,
That plants my God in me!
Spirit of health, and life, and power,
And perfect liberty!

4 Jesus, Thine all-victorious love
Shed in my heart abroad;
Then shall my feet no longer rove,
Rooted and fixed in God.

5 O that in me the sacred fire
Might now begin to glow,
Burn up the dross of base desire,
And make the mountains flow!

6 O that it now from heaven might fall,
And all my sins consume!
Come, Holy Ghost, for Thee I call,
Spirit of burning, come!

7 Refining fire, go through my heart,
Illuminate my soul;

Scatter Thy life through every part, And sanctify the whole.

8 My steadfast soul, from falling free, Shall then no longer move;

But Christ be all the world to me,
And all my heart be love.

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Wesley. 1740.

C.M.

So wide, it never passed by one,
Or it had passed by me.

4 My trespass was grown up to heaven; But far above the skies,

In Christ abundantly forgiven,

I see Thy mercies rise!

5 The depth of all-redeeming love,
What angel-tongue can tell?
O may I to the utmost prove
The gift unspeakable!

6 Deeper than hell, it plucked me thence; Deeper than inbred sin,

Jesus's love my heart shall cleanse,
When Jesus enters in.

7 Assert Thy claim, maintain Thy right,
Come quickly from above;
And sink me to perfection's height,
The depth of humble love. Amen.
Wesley. 1749.

Thou shalt call His name Jesus: for He shall
save His people from their sins.-Matt i. 21.
THERE is a name I love to hear,
I love to speak its worth,

It sounds like music in mine ear,
The sweetest name on earth.

2 It tells me of a Saviour's love,
Who died to set me free;
It tells me of His precious blood,
The sinner's perfect plea.

3 It tells of one whose loving heart
Can feel my deepest woe,
Who in my sorrow bears a part
That none can bear below.

4 Jesus! the name I love so well,
The name I love to hear;

No saint on earth its worth can tell,
No heart conceive how dear.

5 His name shall shed its fragrance still Along this thorny road;

Shall sweetly smooth the rugged hill That leads me up to God.

6 And there, with all the blood-bought throng,

From sin and sorrow free, I'll sing the new eternal song Of Jesu's love for me.

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F. Whitfield. 1860.

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I will love Thee, O Lord, my strength.
Psalm xviii. 1.

THEE will I love, my strength, my

tower,

Thee will I love, my joy, my crown, Thee will I love with all my power,

In all Thy works, and Thee alone; Thee will I love, till the pure fire Fills my whole soul with chaste desire

Ah, why did I so late Thee know,

Thee, lovelier than the sons of men! Ah, why did I no sooner go

To Thee, the only ease in pain! Ashamed I sigh, and inly mourn, That I so late to Thee did turn.

3 In darkness willingly I strayed, I sought Thee, yet from Thee I roved;

Far wide my wandering thoughts were spread,

Thy creatures more than Thee I loved;

And now, if more at length I see, 'Tis through Thy light, and comes from

Thee.

Give to my soul, with filial fears,
The love that all heaven's host in-

spires;

That all my powers, with all their might,

In Thy sole glory may unite.

5 Thee will I love, my joy, my crown, Thee will I love, my Lord, my God; Thee will I love, beneath Thy frown, Or smile, Thy sceptre, or Thy rod:

Thee shall I love in endless day!

John Scheffler. 1657. Tr. J. Wesley. 1739.

God forbid that I should glory, save in the cross of our Lord Jesus Christ.-Gal. vi. 14.

Its riches are unsearchable:

The first-born sons of light Desire in vain its depths to see, They cannot reach the mystery,

The length, and breadth, and height.

SWE

Which before the cross I spend ; Life, and health, and peace possessing, From the sinner's dying Friend: Here I'll sit, for ever viewing

Mercy's streams, in streams of blood; Precious drops! my soul bedewing, Plead and claim my peace with God. 2 Truly blessed is this station,

Low before the cross to lie; While I see divine compassion Floating in His languid eye: Here it is I find my heaven,

While upon the Lamb I gaze:
Love I much? I've much forgiven,
I'm a miracle of grace!

3 Love and grief my heart dividing,
With my tears His feet I'll bathe;
Constant, still, in faith abiding,
Life deriving from His death.
May I still enjoy this feeling,
In all need to Jesus go; [healing,
Prove His wounds each day more
And Himself more deeply know.
Amen.
J. Allen. 1757. and W. W. Shirley. 1774.

O that it now were shed abroad

In this poor stony heart!
For love I sigh, for love I pine;
This only portion, Lord, be mine,
Be mine this better part!

4 O that I could for ever sit
With Mary at the Master's feet!

Be this my happy choice:
My only care, delight, and bliss,
My joy, my heaven on earth be this,
To hear the Bridegroom's voice.

5 O that with humbled Peter I Could weep, believe, and thrice reply, My faithfulness to prove, "Thou know'st, for all to Thee is known,

Thou know'st, O Lord, and Thou alone, Thou know'st that Thee I love!'

6 O that I could, with favoured John, Recline my weary head upon

The great Redeemer's breast! From care, and sin, and sorrow free, Give me, O Lord, to find in Thee, My everlasting rest. Amen.

Charles Wesley. 1749.