HYMNS TO PENITENCE.

Only Jesus I pursue,

Who bought me with his blood: All thy pleasure I forego;

I trample on thy wealth and pride;* Only Jesus will I know,

And Jesus crucified.

2 Here will I set up my rest;
My fluctuating heart

From the haven of his breast
Shall nevermore depart :
Whither should a sinner go?

His wounds for me stand open wide;
Only Jesus will I know,

And Jesus crucified.

3 Him to know is life and peace,
And pleasure without end;
This is all my happiness,
On Jesus to depend;
Daily in his grace to grow,

And ever in his faith abide;
Only Jesus will I know,

And Jesus crucified.

4 0 that I could all invite,

This saving truth to prove;
Show the length, the breadth, the hight,
And depth of Jesus' love!

Fain I would to sinners show

The blood by faith alone applied; Only Jesus will I know,

And Jesus crucified.

61 Speak the word.

1 EVER fainting with desire,
For thee, O Christ, I call;
Thee I restlessly require;
I want my good, my all.
Jesus, dear redeeming Lord,

I wait thy coming from above;
Help me, Saviour, speak the word,
And perfect me in love.

2 Wilt thou suffer me to go

Lamenting all my days? Shall I never, never know Thy sanctifying grace?

Wilt thou not thy light afford?

The darkness from my soul remove?

Help me, Saviour, speak the word,

And perfect me in love.

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RESTING-PLACE.

ARRANGED BY T. C. O'KANE.

I heard the voice of Jesus say, Come un - to me and rest:

Lay down, thou weary one, lay down Thy head upon my breast.
I found in him a resting-place, And he has made me glad.

I came to Jesus as I was, Weary, and worn, and sad,

62 "I will give you rest."
2 I heard the voice of Jesus say,
Behold I freely give

The living water; thirsty one,
Stoop down and drink and live.

I came to Jesus, and I drank

Of that life-giving stream;

My thirst was quenched, my soul revived,
And now I live in him.

3 I heard the voice of Jesus say,

I am this dark world's light,

Look unto me, thy morn shall rise,
And all thy day be bright.

I looked to Jesus, and I found
In him my Star, my Sun;
And in that light of life I'll walk,
Till traveling days are done.

BROWN. C. M.

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W. B. BRADbury.

1. How sweet the name of Jesus sounds In a

believer's ear;

2. It makes the woanded spirit whole, And calms the troubled breast;

It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, And drives away his fear. 'Tis manna to the hungry soul, And to the weary, rest.

63 The precious Name.

3 Dear Name, the rock on which I build,
My shield and hiding-place;

My never-failing treasure, fill'd
With boundless stores of grace:

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

64 Mourning departed joys.

1 SWEET was the time when first I felt
The Saviour's pard'ning blood
Applied to cleanse my soul from guilt,
And bring me home to God.

2 Soon as the morn the light revealed,
His praises tuned my tongue;

And when the evening shades prevailed,
His love was all my song.

3 In prayer my soul drew near the Lord,
And saw his glory shine;

And when I read his holy word,

I called each promise mine.

4 But now, when evening shade prevails,
My soul in darkness mourns;

And when the morn the light reveals,
No light to me returns.

5 Rise, Lord, and help me to prevail;
O make my soul thy care;

I know thy mercy cannot fail ;—
Let me that mercy share.

65 Love which passeth knowledge.

2 Ask but his grace, and lo, 't is given;
Ask, and he turns your hell to heaven:
Though sin and sorrow wound my soul,
Jesus, thy balm will make it whole.

3 To shame our sins he blushed in blood;
He closed his eyes to show us God:
Let all the world fall down and know,
That none out God such love can show.

4 'Tis thee I love, for thee alone

I shed my tears and make my moan:
Where'er I am, where'er I move,

I meet the object of my love.

5 Insatiate to this spring I fly;
I drink, and yet am ever dry:

Ah! who against thy charms is proof?
Ah! who that loves can love enough?

ROCKINGHAM. L. M.

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DR. L. MASON.

Lord, how secure and blest are they Who feel the joys of pardon'd sin

Should storms of wrath shake earth and sea, Their minds have heaven

[and peace within.

66 The bliss of assurance.

2 The day glides sweetly o'er their heads,
Made up of innocence and love;
And soft, and silent as the shades,
Their nightly minutes gently move.
3 Quick as their thoughts, their joys come on,
But fly not half so swift away:
Their souls are ever bright as noon,
And calm as summer evenings be.
4 How oft they look to th' heavenly hills,
Where groves of living pleasure grow;
And longing hopes, and cheerful smiles,.
Sit undisturbed upon their brow.

5 They scorn to seek earth's golden toys,
But spend the day, and share the night,
In numb'ring o'er the richer joys

That Heaven prepares for their delight.

67 Thirsting for the fullness of love.

1 I THIRST, thou wounded Lamb of God,
To wash me in thy cleansing blood;
To dwell within thy wounds; then pain
Is sweet, and life or death is gain.
2 Take my poor heart, and let it be
Forever closed to all but thee:

Seal thou my breast, and let me wear
That pledge of love forever there.

3 How blest are they who still abide

Close sheltered in thy bleeding side!
Who thence their life and strength derive,
And by thee move, and in thee live.