"Hush, my distrustful heart, And cease to flow, my tears; For greater, Lord, thou art Than all my doubts and fears.

Did Jesus once upon me shine?

Then Jesus is for ever mine.

"Unchangeable his will, Whatever be my frame: My Saviour's heart is still Eternally the same.

My soul through many changes goes, His love no variation knows.

"Thou, Lord, wilt carry on, And perfectly perform, The work thou hast begun In me, vile sinful worm.

Mine own self-will brings grief and woe, But Jesus will not let me go.

"The bowels of thy grace, At first did freely move; And still I see thy face, And feel that G.o.d is love.

Into thine arms my soul I cast; By sovereign mercy saved at last.

"The Priest and Ark now move To Jordan's gulfy strand; Come now in covenant love, Take firm thy promised stand: Only to me thy countenance show, I ask no more the Jordan through."

"Come, let us join our cheerful songs With angels round the throne; Ten thousand thousand are their tongues, But all their joys are one.

"Worthy the Lamb that died, they cry, To be exalted thus; Worthy the Lamb, our souls reply, For he was slain for us.

"Jesus is worthy to receive Honor and power divine; And blessings, more than we can give, Be, Lord, for ever thine.

"The whole creation join in one, To bless the sacred name Of Him that sits upon the throne, And to adore the Lamb."

"Give me the wings of faith, to rise Within the veil, and see The saints above, how great their joys, How bright their glories be.

"Once they were mourners here below, And wet their couch with tears; They wrestled hard, as we do now, With sins, and doubts, and fears.

"I ask them whence their victory came: They, with united breath, Ascribe their conquest to the Lamb, Their triumph to his death.

"They marked the footsteps that he trod; His zeal inspired their breast; And following their incarnate G.o.d, Possessed the promised rest.

"Our glorious Leader claims our praise, For his own pattern given; While the long cloud of witnesses Show the same path to heaven."

"With heart and hands, and lifted eyes, I'll praise thee while I've life and breath; And, while my loosened spirit flies, I'll gasp thy praise in very death.

"Faith fain would say, in cheerful mood, Thy name be glorified, By leading through the swelling flood, Or through the channel dried.

"If grace in time of need I have, And strength as is my day, I'll triumph through the foaming wave, As through the side-walled way."

"I'll praise my Maker while I've breath; And when my voice is lost in death, Praise shall employ my n.o.blest powers; My days of praise shall ne'er be past, "While life and thought and being last.

And immortality endures."

"My G.o.d, indulge my humble claim; Thou art my hope, my joy, my rest; The glories that compose thy name Stand all engaged to make me blest.

"Thou great and good, thou just and wise, Thou art my Father and my G.o.d; And I am thine by sacred ties, Thy child, thy servant, bought with blood.

"With heart, and eyes, and lifted hands, For thee I long, to thee I look; As travellers in thirsty lands Pant for the cooling water-brook."

"Jesus, the weary wanderer's rest, Give grace thy sovereign will to bear; With steadfast patience arm my breast, With holy love and lowly fear.

"Thankful, I take the cup from thee, Prepared and mingled by thy skill; Though bitter to the taste it be, It has a sovereign power to heal.

"Be thou a Rock of ages nigh; My saved soul on thee alone Shall safely rest, and fears shall fly, As clouds before the mid-day sun.

"Speak to my troubled conscience peace; Say to my trembling heart, Be still; My power thy strength and fortress is.

Amen, to all thy sovereign will.

"O Death, where is thy sting? where now Thy boasted victory, O grave?

Who shall contend with G.o.d, or who Condemn whom he delights to save."

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

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

"Dear Name, the Rock on which I build, My Shield and Hiding-place; My never failing Treasury, filled With boundless stores of grace:

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

"Weak is the effort of my heart, And cold my warmest thought; But when I see thee as thou art, I'll praise thee as I ought.

"Till then I would thy love proclaim With every fleeting breath; And may the music of thy name Refresh my soul in death."

"Amazing grace! how sweet the sound That saved a wretch like me: I once was lost, but now am found; Was blind, but now I see.

"'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear, And grace my fears relieved: How precious did that grace appear The hour I first believed.

"Through many dangers, toils, and snares, Already I have come: 'Twas grace that brought me safe thus far, And grace will lead me home.

"Yes, when this heart and flesh shall fail, And mortal life shall cease, I shall possess, within the veil, A life of joy and peace."

A swelling Jordan rolls between-- A timid pilgrim, I; But grace shall order all the scene, And Christ himself be nigh.

He shall roll back the foaming wave, Command the channel dry; No sting has death, no victory grave?

With Jesus in my eye.