How lovely shines the morning-star!
The nations see and hail afar
The light in Judah shining;
Thou, David's Son of Jacob's race,
My bridegroom and my king of grace,
For thee my heart is pining!
Lowly, holy,
Great and glorious, thou victorious
Prince of graces,
Filling all the heavenly places.
2 O joy! to know that thou, my friend,
Art Lord, beginning without end,
The First and Last, eternal!
And thou at length, O glorious grace!
Wilt take me to that holy place,
The home of joys supernal.
Amen! Amen!
Come and meet me, quickly greet me;
Draw me ever
Nearer to thyself forever!
TEACH me yet more of thy blest ways,
Thou slaughtered Lamb of God;
And fix and root me in the grace,
So dearly bought with blood.
2 Oh, tell me often of each wound,
Of every grief and pain;
And let my heart with joy confess,
From hence comes all my gain.
3 For thee, oh, may I freely count
Whate'er I have but loss;
And every name, and every thing,
Compared with thee, but dross.
4 Engrave this deeply on my heart,
That thou for me wast slain;
Then shall I, in my small degree,
Return thy love again.
5 But who can pay that mighty debt,
Or equal love like thine?
My heart, by nature cold and dead,
To thankfulness incline.
JESUS, Master, whose I am,
Purchased thine alone to be,
By thy blood, O spotless Lamb,
Shed so willingly for me;
Let my heart be all thine own,
Let me live to thee alone.
2 Other lords have long held sway;
Now thy name alone to bear,
Thy dear voice alone obey,
İs my daily, hourly prayer.
Whom have I in heaven but thee?
Nothing else my joy can be.
3 Jesus, Master, I am thine;
Keep me faithful, keep me near;
Let thy presence in me shine
All my homeward way to cheer.
Jesus, at thy feet I fall,
Oh, be thou my all in all!
MORE holiness give me,
More strivings within;
More patience in suffering,
More sorrow for sin;
More faith in my Saviour,
More sense of his care;
More joy in his service,
More purpose in prayer.
2 More gratitude give me,
More trust in the Lord;
More pride in his glory,
More hope in his word;
More tears for his sorrows,
More pain at his grief;
More meekness in trial,
More praise for relief.
3 More purity give me,
More strength to o'ercome;
More freedom from earth-stains,
More longings for home;
More fit for the kingdom,
More used would I be;
More blessed and holy,
More, Saviour, like thee.
LORD, if thou thy grace impart,
Poor in spirit, meek in heart,
I shall as my Master be,
Clothed with humility;
2 Simple, teachable, and mild,
Changed into a little child;
Pleased with all the Lord provides,
Weaned from all the world besides.
3 Father, fix my soul on thee,
Every evil let me flee;
Nothing want beneath, above;
Happy in thy precious love.
4 Oh, that all may seek and find
Every good in Christ combined!
Him let Israel still adore;
Trust him, praise him evermore.
ALMIGHTY God, in humble prayer
To thee our souls we lift;
Do thou our waiting minds prepare
For thy most needful gift.
2 We ask not golden streams of wealth
Along our path to flow;
We ask not undecaying health,
Nor length of years below;
3 We ask not honors, which an hour
May bring and take away;
We ask not pleasure, pomp and power,
Lest we should go astray.
4 We ask for wisdom: Lord, impart
The knowledge how to live;
A wise and understanding heart
To all before thee give.
5 The young remember thee in youth,
Before the evil day!
The old be guided by thy truth
In wisdom's pleasant way!
Он for a principle within
Of jealous, godly fear!
Oh for a tender dread of sin
A pain to feel it near!
2 That I from thee no more may part,
No more thy goodness grieve,
The filial awe, the loving heart,
The tender conscience give.
3 If to the right or left I stray,
That moment, Lord, reprove;
Nor let me wander far away,
Nor ever grieve thy love.
4 Oh, may the least omission pain
My well-instructed soul;
And drive me to the blood again,
Which makes the wounded whole.
JESUS' love unbounded
None can e'er explain;
Yet, alas, how often
Do we cause him pain:
Even those still grieve him
Who enjoy his grace,
And, to him devoted,
Should show forth his praise.
2 Lord, thy body's Saviour,
Comfort us anew;
Ah, regard our weeping;
Thy compassion show;
Pardon our transgressions,
Hear our fervent cry,
And our souls and bodies
Heal and sanctify.
3 All our days, O Jesus,
Hallow unto thee;
May our conversation
To thy honor be:
Let us all experience,
To the end of days,
Thy reviving presence
Mid thy chosen race.
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