Still to the lowly soul
He doth Himself impart,
And, for His dwelling and His throne,
Chooseth the pure in heart.
Lord, we Thy presence seek;
Ours may this blessing be!
O give the pure and lowly heart,
A temple meet for Thee!
THROUGH all the changing scenes of life,
In trouble and in joy,
The praises of my God shall still
My heart and tongue employ.
The hosts of God encamp around
The dwellings of the just;
Deliverance He affords to all
Who on His succour trust.
O make but trial of His love,
Experience will decide,
How blest they are, and only they
Who in His truth confide.
Fear Him, ye saints, and you will then
Have nothing else to fear;
Make you His service your delight,
Your wants shall be His care.
JESU, my Lord, my God,
my all,
Hear me, blest Saviour, when I call;
Hear me, and from Thy dwelling place
Pour down the riches of Thy grace;
Jesu, my Lord, I Thee adore,
O make me love Thee more and more.
Jesu, too late I Thee have sought,
How can I love Thee as I ought;
And how extol Thy matchless fame,
The glorious beauty of Thy Name?
Jesu, my Lord, I Thee adore,
O make me love Thee more and more.
Jesu, what didst Thou find in me,
That Thou hast dealt so lovingly?
How great the joy that Thou hast brought,
So far exceeding hope or thought;
Jesu, my Lord, I Thee adore,
O make me love Thee more and more.
Jesu, of Thee shall be my song,
To Thee my heart and soul belong;
All that I have or am is Thine,
And Thou blest Saviour, Thou art mine.
Jesu, my Lord, I Thee adore,
O make me love Thee more and more.
7's.
OFT in sorrow, oft in woe,
Onward, Christians, onward go;
Fight the fight, maintain the strife,
Strengthened with the Bread of Life.
Onward Christians, onward go,
Join the war, and face the foe:
Will ye flee in danger's hour?
Know ye not your Captain's power?
Let your drooping hearts be glad ;
March, in heavenly armour clad;
Fight, nor think the battle long;
Soon shall victory tune your song.
Let not sorrow dim your eye,
Soon shall every tear be dry;
Let not fears your course impede ;
Great your strength, if great your need.
Onward then in battle move;
More than conquerors ye shall
Though opposed by many a foe,
Christian soldiers, onward go!
CHILDREN of the heavenly King,
As ye journey sweetly sing:
Sing your Saviour's worthy praise,
Glorious in His works and ways.
We are travelling home to God,
In the way our fathers trod;
They are happy now, and we
Soon their happiness shall see.
Foes are round us, but we stand
On the borders of our land;
Jesus, God's exalted Son,
Bids us undismayed go on.
Onward then we gladly press
Through this earthly wilderness,
Only, Lord our Leader be,
And we still will follow Thee.
"MEMBERS of Christ" are we ;
He is our living Head,
That henceforth we should ever be
By His good Spirit led.
"Children of God" are we :
Such grace to us is given
To kneel and pray in Christ's own words,
Father, who art in heaven."
"Inheritors" are we
"Of Heaven's kingdom" blest;
O tremble lest we fail at length
To enter into rest!
Upon our brows we bear
Christ's holy suffering sign;
That on each saintly forehead there
A glorious crown may shine.
To walk in sin and shame
Shall be far from us now;
We know whose holy name we claim,
Whose seal is on our brow.
O BLESSING rich, for sons of men,
'Members of Christ" to be, Joined to the holy Son of God
In wondrous unity!
O Jesu, our great Head divine,
From whom most freely flow,
The streams of life and strength and warmth
To all the frame below ;-
Keep us as members sound and whole
Within Thy body true;
Build us into a temple fair,
Meet stones, in order due.
Keep us good branches of Thy Vine,
Large store of fruit to yield;
Keep us as sheep that wander not
From Thy most pleasant field.
For one, with God, O Jesu blest,
We are, when one with Thee,
With saints on earth and saints at rest,
A glorious company!
O HOLY Ghost, Thou God of peace,
Pity Thy Church, now rent in twain ;
Bid wrath and strife and variance cease,
And let us all be One again.
One with our brethren here in love,
And One with saints that are at rest,
And One with angel hosts above,
And One with God for ever blest.
O make on earth all churches One,
One with the blessed gone before,
All knit in sweet communion,
To love Thee, worship, and adore.
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