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What sinners value, I resign;
Lord, 'tis enough that thou art mine :
I shall behold thy blissful face,
And stand complete in righteousness.
This life's a dream, an empty show;
But the bright world to which I go
Hath joys substantial and sincere:
When shall I wake and find me there?
O glorious hour! O blest abode !
I shall be near and like my God!
And flesh and sin no more control
The sacred pleasures of the soul.
My flesh shall slumber in the ground
Till the last trumpet's joyful sound :
Then burst the chains with sweet surprise,
And in my Saviour's image rise.
God of my life, how good, how wise,
Thy judgments on my soul have been, They were but mercies in disguise,
The painful remedies of sin :
How different now thy ways appear,
Most merciful, when most severe !
Since first the maze of life I trod,
Hast thou not hedg'd about my way, My worldly vain designs withstood,
And robb’d my passions of their prey, Withheld the fuel from the fire, And cross'd my every fond desire ! How oft didst thou my soul withhold,
And baffle my pursuit of fame,
And mortify my lust of gold,
And blast me in my surest aim;
Withdraw my animal delight,
And starve my grovelling appetite ?
Thou wouldst not let the captive gó,
Or leave me to my carnal will;
Thy love forbad my rest below,
Thy patient love pursued me still, And forced me from my sin to part, And tore the idol from my heart. But can I now the loss lament,
Or murmur at thy friendly blow? Thy friendly blow my heart hath rent,
From every seeming good below; Thrice happy loss which makes me see My happiness alone in thee.
JESUS, refuge of my soul,
Let me to thy bosom fly,
While the raging billows roll,
While the tempest still is high;
Hide me, O my Saviour, hide,
Till the storm of life is past,
Safe into the haven guide,
Then receive my soul at last.
Other refuge have I none,
Hangs my helpless soul on thee;
Leave, ah, leave me not alone,
Still support and comfort me:-
All my trust on thee is staid,
All my help from thee I bring,
Cover my defenceless head,
With the shadow of thy wing.
Plenteous grace with thee is found,
Grace to pardon all my sin;
Let the healing streams abound,
Make and keep me pure within :--
Thou of life the fountain art,
Freely let me take of thee;
Spring thou up within my heart,
Rise to all eternity.
SHRINKING from the cold hand of death,
I soon shall gather up my feet, Shall soon resign my mortal breath,
And die, my fathers' God to meet. Number'd among thy people, I
Expect with joy thy face to see : Because thou didst for sinners die,
Jesus, in death remember me ! O that without a lingering groan I
may the welcome word receive; My body, with my charge, lay down,
And cease at once to work and live! Walk with me through the dreadful shade,
And certify that thou art mine;
My spirit, calm and undismay'd
I shall into thy hands resign.
No anxious doubt, no guilty gloom,
Shall damp whom Jesu's presence cheers ; My light, my life, my God is come,
And glory in his face appears !
Help, Lord, to whom for help I fly,
And still my tempted soul stand by,
Throughout the evil day!
The sacred watchfulness impart,
And keep the issues of my heart,
And stir me up to pray.
My soul with thy whole armour arm,
In each approach of sin alarm,
And show the danger near !
Surround, sustain, and strengthen me,
And fill with godly jealousy,
And sanctifying fear.
Whene'er my careless hands hang down,
O let me see thy gathering frown,
And feel thy warning eye:
And starting, cry, from ruin's brink,
Save, Jesus, or I yield, I sink !
O save me, or I die!
If from thy fold I rashly stray,
By sin’s allurements drawn away,
The keen conviction dart:
Recall me by that pitying look,
That kind, upbraiding glance, which broke
Unfaithful Peter's heart.