OH, see how Jesus trusts himself
Unto our childish love!
As though by his free ways with us
Our earnestness to prove.
His sacred name a common word
On earth he loves to hear;
There is no majesty in him
Which love may not come near.
ATHENS. C. M. D.
2 The light of love is round his feet,
His paths are never dim;
And he comes nigh to us when we
Dare not come nigh to him.
Let us be simple with him then,
Not backward, stiff, nor cold,
As though our Bethlehem could be
What Sinai was of old.
THE Saviour! oh, what endless charms
Dwell in the blissful sound!
Its influence every fear disarms,
And spreads sweet comfort round.
The almighty Former of the skies
Stooped to our vile abode;
While angels viewed with wondering eyes And hailed the incarnate God.
2 Oh, the rich depths of love divine!
Of bliss a boundless store!
Dear Saviour, let me call thee mine;
I cannot wish for more.
On thee alone my hope relies,
Beneath thy cross I fall;
My Lord, my Life, my Sacrifice,
My Saviour, and my All!
I HEARD the voice of Jesus say,-
"Come unto me and rest;
Lay down, thou weary one, lay down
Thy head upon my breast!"
I came to Jesus as I was,
Weary, and worn, and sad;
I found in him a resting-place,
And he hath made me glad.
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 all my journey 's done.
LET worldly minds the world pursue,
It has no charms for me;
Once I admired its trifles too,
But grace has set me free.
As by the light of opening day,
The stars are all concealed;
So earthly pleasures fade away,
When Jesus is revealed.
2 Creatures no more divide my choice, I bid them all depart;
His name, and love, and gracious voice,
Have fixed my roving heart.
But may I hope that thou will own
A worthless worm like me?
Now, Lord! I would be thine alone,
And wholly live to thee.
John Newton.
We may not climb the heavenly steeps To bring the Lord Christ down; In vain we search the lowest deeps, For him no depths can drown.
Oh, could I speak the match-less worth, Oh, could I sound the glories forth, Which in my Saviour shine!
Majestic sweetness sits enthroned Up - on the Saviour's brow;
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