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361 Children of the Heavenly King.
I Children of the heavenly King,
As we journey we will sing,-
Sing our Saviour's worthy praise,
Glorious in his works and ways.
2 We are traveling home to God,
In the way the fathers trod;
They are happy now, and we
Soon their happiness shall see.
3 O ye mourning souls, be glad,
Christ our advocate is made;
Us to save our flesh assumes,
Brother to our souls becomes.
4 Shout, ye little flock, and blest,
Soon we'll enter into rest;
There our seat is now prepared,
There our Kingdom and reward.
5 Lord, submissive make us go,
Gladly leaving all below;
Only thou our leader be,
And we still will follow thee.
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Hark, My Soul.

I Hark, my soul, it is the Lord;
Tis thy Saviour, hear his word;

3 While I am a pilgrim here.
Let thy love my spirit cheer;
As my guide, my guard, my friend,
Lead me to my journey's end.

5 Show me what I have to do;
Every hour my strength renew;
Let me live a life of faith,
Let me die thy people's death.

Jesus speaks, and speaks to thee, Say, poor sinner, lovest thou me ?"

2 "I delivered thee when bound,
And, when wounded, healed thy wound;
Sought thee wandering, set thee right,
Turned thy darkness into light.

3 Can a woman's tender care
Cease toward the child she bare?
Yes, she may forgetful be,
Yet will I remember thee.

4 Mine is an unchanging love, Higher than the heights above, Deeper than the depths beneath, Free and faithful, strong as death.

5 Thou shalt see my glory soon,
When the work of grace is done;
Partner of my throne shalt be;
Say, poor sinner, lovest thou me?"

6 Lord, it is my chief complaint,
That my love is weak and faint;
Yet I love thee and adore,
Oh, for grace to love thee more!

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O Love Divine.

I O LOVE divine, how sweet thou art!
When shall I find my willing heart
All taken up by thee?

I thirst, I faint, I die to prove
The greatness of redeeming love,
The love of Christ to me.

2 Stronger his love than death or hell; Its riches are unsearchable;

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

The length, the breadth, the height. 3 God only knows the love of God; 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 forever 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 I could, with favored John,
Recline my weary head upon

The dear Redeemer's breast!

I O COULD I speak the matchless worth,
O could I sound the glories forth,
Which in my Saviour shine,

I'd soar and touch the heavenly strings
And vie with Gabriel while he sings
In notes almost divine.

2 I'd sing the precious blood he spilt,
My ransom from the dreadful guilt
Of sin, and wrath divine;
I'd sing his glorious righteousness,
In which all-perfect, heavenly dress
My soul shall ever shine.

3 I'd sing the characters he bears,
And all the forms of love he wears,
Exalted on his throne;

In loftiest songs of sweetest praise
I would to everlasting days

Make all his glories known.

4 Well, the delightful day will come When my dear Lord will bring me [home,

And I shall see his face; Then with my Saviour, Brother, Friend A blest eternity I'll spend, Triumphant in his grace.

368 I will Remember Thee.
1 According to thy gracious word,
In meek humility,

This will I do, my dying Lord,
I will remember thee.

2 Thy body, broken for my sake,
My bread from heaven shall be;
Thy testamental cup I take,
And thus remember thee.

3 Gethsemane can I forget?

Or there thy conflict see,
Thine agony and bloody sweat,
And not remember thee?

4 When to the cross I turn mine eyes, And rest on Calvary,

O Lamb of God, my sacrifice,
I must remember thee.-

5 Remember thee and all thy pains,
And all thy love to me;

Yea, while a breath, a pulse remains,
Will I remember thee.
Jesus, I Love.

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1 Jesus, I love thy charming name, 'Tis music to mine ear;

Fain would I sound it out so loud
That earth and heaven should hear.

2 Yes, thou art precious to my soul,
My joy, my hope, my trust;
Jewels, to thee, are gaudy toys,
And gold is sordid dust.

3 All my capacious powers can wish
In thee most richly meet;
Nor to mine eyes is light so dear,
Nor friendship half so sweet.

4 Thy grace still dwells upon my heart, And sheds its fragrance there,

The noblest balm of all its wounds,
The cordial of its care.

370 Alas! and Did My Saviour Bleed.

1 Alas! and did my Saviour bleed,
And did my Sovereign die?
Would he devote that sacred head
For such a worm as I?

2 Was it for crimes that I had done,
He groaned upon the tree?
Amazing pity! grace unknown!
And love beyond degree!

3 Well might the sun in darkness hide And shut his glories in,

When God, the mighty Maker, died
For man, the creature's, sin.

4 Thus might I hide my blushing face,
While his dear cross appears,
Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,
And melt my eyes to tears.

5 But drops of grief can ne'er repay
The debt of love I owe;

Here, Lord, I give myself away, 'Tis all that I can do.

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Come, Humble Sinner.

1 Come, humble sinner, in whose breast
A thousand thoughts revolve,--
Come with your guilt and fear oppressed
And make this last resolve:

2 "I'll go to Jesus, though my sin
High as a mountain rose;
I know his courts, I'll enter in,
Whatever may oppose.

3 Perhaps he will admit my plea,
Perhaps will hear my prayer;
But if I perish, I will pray,
And perish only there.

4 I can but perish if I go,

I am resolved to try;

For if I stay away, I know
I must forever die."