3 Oh, wonderful! that thou should'st let So vile a heart as mine Love thee with such a love as this, And make so free with thine!

4 O Light in darkness, Joy in grief!

O Heaven begun on earth!

Jesus my Love, my Treasure! who Can tell what thou art worth?

5 O Jesus, Jesus, sweetest Lord!

What art thou not to me?

Each hour brings joys before unknown, Each day new liberty.

Frederick Wm. Faber, 1848.

293 St. Agnes. C.M.

_Supreme Love to Christ._ (545)

Do not I love thee, oh, my Lord?

Behold my heart, and see; And turn each worthless idol out, That dares to rival thee.

2 Do not I love thee, from my soul?

Then let me nothing love; Dead be my heart to every joy, Which thou dost not approve.

3 Is not thy name melodious still, To mine attentive ear?

Doth not each pulse with pleasure thrill My Savior's voice to hear?

4 Thou know'st I love thee, dearest Lord!

But, oh! I long to soar Far from the sphere of mortal joys, And learn to love thee more.

Philip Doddridge, 1750.

294 How I Love Jesus. C.M.

_The Dearest Name._ (537)

There is a name I love to hear, I love to sing its worth; It sounds like music in mine ear, The sweetest name on earth.

Cho.--Oh, how I love Jesus, Oh, how I love Jesus, Oh, how I love Jesus, Because he first loved me.

2 It tells me of a Savior's love, Who died to set me free; It tells me of his precious blood, The sinner's perfect plea.

3 It tells me what my Father hath In store for every day, And, though I tread a darksome path, Yields sunshine all the way.

4 It tells of One, whose loving heart Can feel my deepest woe, Who in each sorrow bears a part, That none can bear below.

Frederick Whitfield, 1859.

295 How I Love Jesus. C.M.

_The Precious Name._ (538)

How sweet the name of Jesus sounds In a believer's ear; It soothes his sorrow, heals his wounds, And drives away his fear.

2 It makes the wounded spirit whole, And calms the troubled breast; 'Tis manna to the hungry soul, And to the weary, rest.

3 Dear Name, the rock on which I build, My shield and hiding-place; My never-failing treasure, filled With boundless stores of grace.

4 Jesus, my Shepherd, Savior, Friend, My Prophet, Priest, and King, My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End, Accept the praise I bring.

5 I would thy boundless love proclaim With every fleeting breath, So shall the music of thy name Refresh my soul in death.

John Newton, 1779

296 Webb. 7s & 6s. D.

_The Joyful Prospect._

Oh, when shall I see Jesus, And reign with him above?

And drink the flowing fountain Of everlasting love?

When shall I be delivered From this vain world of sin?

And with my blessed Jesus Drink endless pleasures in?

2 But now I am a soldier, My Captain's gone before; He's given me my orders, And tells me not to fear; And if I hold out faithful, A crown of life he'll give, And all his valiant soldiers Eternal life shall have.

3 Through grace I am determined To conquer, though I die, And then away to Jesus On wings of love I'll fly!

Farewell to sin and sorrow, I bid them all adieu; And you, my friends, prove faithful, And on your way pursue.

4 Oh! do not be discouraged, For Jesus is your friend; And if you lack for knowledge, He'll not forget to lend: Neither will he upbraid you, Though often you request; He'll give you grace to conquer, And take you home to rest.

Anon.

297 Webb. 7s & 6s, D.

_Praise to the Savior._ (622)

To thee, my G.o.d and Savior!

My heart exulting sings, Rejoicing in thy favor, Almighty King of kings!

I'll celebrate thy glory, With all thy saints above, And tell the joyful story Of thy redeeming love.

2 Soon as the morn with roses Bedecks the dewy east, And when the sun reposes Upon the ocean's breast; My voice, in supplication, Well-pleased thou shalt hear: Oh! grant me thy salvation, And to my soul draw near.

3 By thee, through life supported, I pa.s.s the dangerous road, With heavenly hosts escorted, Up to their bright abode; There, cast my crown before thee.-- Now, all my conflicts o'er,-- And day and night adore thee:-- What can an angel more?

Thomas Haweis, 1792.