180.

I determined to know nothing save Jesus Christ, and him crucified. 1 Cor. ii. 2.AC. M.

1

F

SOME wise men of opinions boast,

And sleep on doctrines sound,
But, Lord, let not my soul be lost
On such enchanted ground!

2 Good doctrines can do me no good
While floating in the brain;
Unless they yield my heart some food,
They bring no real gain.

3 O may my single aim be now
To live on him that died;

And nought on earth desire to know
But Jesus crucified!

4 Disputings only gender strife,
And gall a tender mind;

But godliness in all its life

At Jesu's cross we find.

5 Lord, let thy wondrous cross employ
My musings all day long;
Till, in the realms of purest joy,
I make it all my song!

1 ETERNAL Father, Lord of all,

By heav'n and earth ador'd,

Regard a guilty creature's call,de
Who much reveres thy Word

2 Thou askest for my worthless heart;
Be it thine earthly throne;
And there a Father's love impart,
And make thy mercy known.

3 Lord Jesus, Son of God most high,
Of all, the rightful heir;
Ador'd by hosts above the sky,
And by the faithful here!

4 Thee Saviour of the world we own,
Incarnate Lord and God!
Refresh us now, and send us down
The blessings of thy blood.

5 Thou Holy Ghost, who dost reveal
The secret things of

grace,

And knowest well the Father's will,
And his deep mind can trace,
6 Disclose the heav'nly mysteries,
And bring the gospel feast;

1

Give gracious hearts and open'd eyes,
That we may see and taste.

182.

For the Ordinance of the Lord's Supper. S. M.

ATONEMENT Jesus made,

For he our Surety stood;

The ransom price he fully paid,

And paid it with his blood.

2

His blood for mercy cries,

And bids the sinner come

To feast upon the sacrifice,

And whispers, "There is room."

3

I bless thee, dying Friend,
For making my curse thine;

Such pity none but God could lend,
Such love is all divine.

183.

The same. [Tune, Mediator.

1 THRO' Jesu's death we live,

Upon his cross we rest;

And faithful souls receive

What makes a sinner blest:
The Father's love, the Spirit's grace,
And Jesu's legacy of peace.

2 Eternal love and praise

To Jesus Christ are duc;
And ransom'd souls may raise
The new song, ever new;

A song which from redemption came,
The song of Moses and the Lamb. ·

184.

My soul is even as a weaned child.

1

DEAR

Psalm exxxi 2.

EAR Jesus, cast a look on me;

I come with simplest pray'r to thee,
And ask to be a child;

Weary of what belongs to man,

I long to be as I began,

Infantly meek and mild.

8.6.

2 No wild ambition I would have,
No worldly grandeur I would crave,
But sit me down content;
Content with what I do receive,
And cheerful praises learn to give
For all things freely sent.

3 Well weaned from the world below,
Its pining care and empty show,
Its joy and hope forlorn;

My soul would step a stranger forth,
And, smit with Jesu's grace and worth,
Repose on him alone.

4 I would love him with all my heart,
And all my secret thoughts impart,
My grief, and joy, and fear;
And, while the pilgrim life shall last,
My soul would on the Lord be cast
In sweet believing pray`r,

5 His presence I would have each day,
And hear him talking by the way,
Of love, and truth, and grace;
And when he speaks, and gives a smile,
My soul shall listen all the while,
And ev'ry accent bless.

185.

The same.

1 JESUS,

ESUS, cast a look on me,
Give me sweet simplicity;
Maker

me poor, and keep me low,
Seeking only thee to know.

2 Weaned from my lordly selfpad terutm
Weaned from the miser's pelf,

Weaned from the scorner's ways,ONA
Weaned from the lust of praise.

3 All that feeds my busy pride,
Cast it evermore aside;
Bid my will to thine submit,
Lay me humbly at thy feet.

4 Make me like a little child,

Of my strength and wisdom spoil'd;
Seeing only in thy light,

Walking only in thy might.

5 Leaning on thy loving breast,
Where a weary soul may rest;
Feeling well the peace of God
Flowing from thy precious blood.

6 In this posture let me live,
And hosannas daily give;
In this temper let me die,
And hosannas ever cry.

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1

Our sufficiency is of God.

LORD, with shame I do confess

My universal emptiness,

My poverty and pride;

I cannot keep thee i

my sight,

Nor can I think one thought aright,

Unless thy Spirit guide.

8.6.