Redeeming love has been my theme, And shall be till I die. 5 But when this lisping stammering tongue Then in a nobler, sweeter song POOR, weak, and worthless though I am He freely loves, and without end. PAUSE. Is this thy kindness to thy friend, 2 Sam. xvi 17 4 But ah my inmost spirit mourns, And well my eyes with tears may swim, 5 Often my gracious friend I grieve, 6 [He bids me always freely come, 7 Before the world that hates his cause, Loath to forego the world's applause, I hardly dare avow his name.] 8 Sure were not I most vile and base, I could not thus my friend requite! And were not he the God of grace, He'd frown and spurn me from his sight. CI. C. M. SWAIN. Christ's unparalleled love. FRIEND there is your voices join Aye saints, to praise his name; Whose truth and kindness are divine, 2 When most we need his helping hand With heaven and earth at his command, 3 His love no end nor measure knows, From one eternal source. 4 When frowns appear to veil his face, 5 And, if our dearest comforts fall He never takes away our all; 6 Our sorrows in the scale he weighs, KINSMAN. CII. 112th. Uffculm tune. C. WESLEY. Kinsman. Ruth iii. 4, 9. 1 JESUS, we claim thee for our own, Our kinsman near allied in blood, Our sentence from our mouth to meet. 2 Partaker of my flesh below, 1 J Gift of God. John iii. 16. 2 Cor. ix. 15. ESUS, my love, my chief delight, For thee I long, for thee I pray; Amid the shadows of the night, Amid the business of the day. 2 When shall I see thy smiling face, That face which I have often seen; Arise, thou Sun of righteousness, Scatter the clouds that intervene. 8 Thou art the glorious gift of God, To sinners weary and distrest; The first of all his gifts bestow'd, And certain pledge of all the rest. 4 Could I but say this gift is mine, I'd tread the world beneath my feet; Nor envy the rich sinner's state. 1 CIV. C. M. DODDRIDge. Head of the Church. Eph. iv. 15, 16, ESUS, I sing thy matchless grace, That calls a worm thy own; JE Gives me among thy saints a place Allied to thee our vital head, We act, and grow, and thrive; From thee divided, each is dead, 3 Thy saints on earth, and those above, And thou, our common Lord. PRECIOUS. CV. CM. Liverpool tune. DODDRIDGE. Jesus-precious to them that believe. 1 Pet. ii. 7. JESUS, I love thy charming name, 'Tis music to my ear; Fain would I sound it out so loud, That earth and heav'n might hear. 3 All my capacious powers can wish 4 Thy grace shall dwell upon my heart, The noblest balm of all its wounds, 5 I'll speak the honours of thy name, |