Part 30 (2/2)
”My G.o.d, indulge my humble claim; Thou art my hope, my joy, my rest; The glories that compose thy name Stand all engaged to make me blest.
”Thou great and good, thou just and wise, Thou art my Father and my G.o.d; And I am thine by sacred ties, Thy child, thy servant, bought with blood.
”With heart, and eyes, and lifted hands, For thee I long, to thee I look; As travellers in thirsty lands Pant for the cooling water-brook.”
”Jesus, the weary wanderer's rest, Give grace thy sovereign will to bear; With steadfast patience arm my breast, With holy love and lowly fear.
”Thankful, I take the cup from thee, Prepared and mingled by thy skill; Though bitter to the taste it be, It has a sovereign power to heal.
”Be thou a Rock of ages nigh; My saved soul on thee alone Shall safely rest, and fears shall fly, As clouds before the mid-day sun.
”Speak to my troubled conscience peace; Say to my trembling heart, Be still; My power thy strength and fortress is.
Amen, to all thy sovereign will.
”O Death, where is thy sting? where now Thy boasted victory, O grave?
Who shall contend with G.o.d, or who Condemn whom he delights to save.”
”How sweet the name of Jesus sounds In a believer's ear: It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, And drives away his fear.
”It makes the wounded spirit whole, And calms the troubled breast; 'Tis manna to the hungry soul, And to the weary, rest.
”Dear Name, the Rock on which I build, My s.h.i.+eld and Hiding-place; My never failing Treasury, filled With boundless stores of grace:
”Jesus, my Shepherd, Husband, Friend, My Prophet, Priest, and King, My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End, Accept the praise I bring.
”Weak is the effort of my heart, And cold my warmest thought; But when I see thee as thou art, I'll praise thee as I ought.
”Till then I would thy love proclaim With every fleeting breath; And may the music of thy name Refresh my soul in death.”
”Amazing grace! how sweet the sound That saved a wretch like me: I once was lost, but now am found; Was blind, but now I see.
”'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear, And grace my fears relieved: How precious did that grace appear The hour I first believed.
”Through many dangers, toils, and snares, Already I have come: 'Twas grace that brought me safe thus far, And grace will lead me home.
”Yes, when this heart and flesh shall fail, And mortal life shall cease, I shall possess, within the veil, A life of joy and peace.”
A swelling Jordan rolls between-- A timid pilgrim, I; But grace shall order all the scene, And Christ himself be nigh.
He shall roll back the foaming wave, Command the channel dry; No sting has death, no victory grave?
With Jesus in my eye.
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