342 CONSTANCE 8. 7. 8. 7. D.

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Arthur Sullivan

I knew him;

For I

for ever.

He bled, he died to save me;

And not alone the gift of life,

But his own self he gave me. Naught that I have mine own I'll call, I'll hold it for the giver; [all, My heart, my strength, my life, my Are his, and his forever.

So kind and true and tender! So wise a counsellor and guide,

So mighty a defender!

From him who loves me now so well

What power my soul shall sever? Shall life or death, shall earth or hell? No: I am his forever.

James G. Small

343 ARIEL 8.8. 6. 8. 8. 6

Arr. from Mozart, by Lowell Mason

2 I'd sing the precious blood he spilt,
My ransom from the dreadful guilt
Of sin, and wrath divine:
I'd sing his glorious righteousness,
In which all-perfect, heavenly dress

My soul shall ever shine.

3 I'd sing the characters he bears, And all the forms of love he wears, Exalted on his throne:

344 (ARIEL) 8. 8. 6. 8. 8.6

I O love divine, how sweet thou art!
When shall I find my willing heart
All taken up by thee?
I thirst, I faint, I die to prove
The greatness of redeeming love,
The love of Christ to me.

2 Stronger his love than death or hell;
Its riches are unsearchable:
The first-born sons of light

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In loftiest songs of sweetest praise, I would to everlasting days

Make all his glories known. Well, the delightful day will come When my dear Lord will bring me home, And I shall see his face; Then with my Saviour, brother, friend, A blest eternity I'll spend, Triumphant in his grace. Samuel Medley

Desire in vain its depths to see;
They cannot reach the mystery,

The length, the breadth, and height.
3 God only knows the love of God:
O that it now were shed abroad
In this poor stony heart!
For love I sigh, for love I pine;
This only portion, Lord, be mine!
Be mine this better part!

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2 When trouble and sorrow combine
To rob me of joyful repose;
Calamities make me repine
And failure increases my woes;
I lean upon Jesus my Friend,
And cast upon him all my care;
Ï joy in the help he doth lend,
And in his salvation I share.

3 When Satan, the foe of my soul Compasses the path that I take; Temptations their billows do roll, And friends and companions forsake,

E'en then will I trust in my Lord;
He vict'ry and strength will bestow;
By faith I'll lay hold on his word,
And triumph o'er every woe.

4 When pain and afflictions assail,
And batter and ravage my frame;
Physicians and friends shall all fail,
And death my frail body shall claim,
Then angels shall bear me above,
To dwell in the heaven of light;
Forever I'll sing of his love,
And bask in the glorious sight.
Wm. H. Acornley