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3 Then, Jesus, be Thy spirit ours,
The veil of
sense hangs dark be-tween Thy bless-ed face and mine. A - MEN.
4 If He is mine, let friends forsake,
544 (ECKHARDTSHEIM) C. M.
2 If He is mine, then, though He frown,
His chastisements all work for good,
3 If He is mine, I need not fear
Is more than these to me.
5 If He is mine, I'll fearless pass
Through death's tremendous vale; He'll be my Comfort and my Stay When heart and flesh shall fail.
6 Let Jesus tell me He is mine,
My soul shall at the Fountain live
Rev. Benjamin Beddome, publ. 1817
545 ST. AGNES C. M.
Rev. John B. Dykes, 1866
1 Jesus, the ver y thought of Thee With sweet - ness fills
But sweet-er far Thy face to see,
in Thy presence rest.
2 Nor voice can sing, nor heart can frame, 4 But what to those who find? Ah, this Nor can the memory find,
A sweeter sound than Thy blest Name,
3 O Hope of every contrite heart,
O Joy of all the meek,
To those who fall, how kind Thou art!
ECKHARDTSHEIM C. M.
Nor tongue nor pen can show: The love of Jesus, what it is
None but His loved ones know.
5 Jesus, our only Joy be Thou,
Anon. (Latin, 11th Century). Trans. by Rev. Edward Caswall, 1849
Heinrich C. Zeuner, 1833
Both pres-ent things and things to come, And grace and glory too.
A - MEN.
only hope and com - fort, My glory and my plea. A-MEN.
2 I could not do without Thee,
I have no strength or goodness,
Art All in all to me,
If leaning hard on Thee.
3 I could not do without Thee;
The spirit's strange deep longings,
No human heart could enter
4 I could not do without Thee,
Frances R. Havergal, 1873