2 Though the world were set beside Thee, 4
Still my heart would choose Thee now;
Naught on earth and naught in heaven

Keep my heart still true and faithful,
That my earthly life may be
Like a vesture of the glory

Of my hidden life in Thee.

Seems so beautiful as Thou.
Gerhard Tersteegan, 1745. Trans. by Mrs. Emma F. Bevan, 1858, and the Editor, 1910

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peace,

Alt. from George T. Caldbeck, by Charles J. Vincent, 1876

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Jesus whis - pers

this dark world

peace with

BROCKLESBURY 8.7.8.7.

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2 Peace, perfect peace, by thronging duties pressed?
To do the will of Jesus, this is rest.

3 Peace, perfect peace, with sorrows surging round?
On Jesus' bosom naught but calm is found.

5 Peace, perfect peace, our future all unknown?
Jesus we know, and He is on the throne.

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4 Peace, perfect peace, with loved ones far away?
In Jesus' keeping we are safe and they.

6 Peace, perfect peace, death shadowing us and ours?
Jesus has vanquished death and all its powers.
7 It is enough: earth's struggles soon shall cease,
And Jesus call us to heaven's perfect peace.

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1 Some-thing every heart is loving; None but Christ can bring it

Lord, my heart to Thee is given; Take it, for it loves Thee best.

MEN.

Bishop Edward H. Bickersteth, 1875

Mrs. Charlotte A. Barnard, 1868

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A-MEN.

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Arr. from Friedrich F. Flemming, 1810

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Since on Thine arm Thou bidd'st me lean,

scene,

4 Though faith and hope may long be tried,

I ask not, need not aught beside;
How safe, how calm, how satisfied,
The souls that cling to Thee!

5 Blest is my lot, whate'er befall;
What can disturb me, who appal,
While as my Strength, my Rock, my All,
Saviour, I cling to Thee?

Charlotte Elliott, 1834

Rev. H. A. César Malan, 1827

1 Christ, of all my hopes the Ground,Christ, the Spring of all my joy, Still in Thee may

I be found, Still for Thee my powers em ploy, Still for Thee my powers em-ploy. A-MEN.

FIÉE LE FIE ÉTEN

552 WAVERTREE 8.8.8.8.8.8.

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Thee will I love, my Strength, my Tower; Thee will
all my power, In all my

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(See also ST. CATHERINE, No. 64)

Thee will I love, till sacred fire Fills my whole soul with pure de - sire.

William Shore, 1840

3 Fountain of o'erflowing grace, Freely from Thy fulness give;

love, my Joy, my Crown; } works, and Thee alone;

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A - MEN.

Strengthen my feet, with steady pace
Still to press forward in Thy way;
My soul and flesh, O Lord of might,
Fill, satiate with Thy heavenly light.

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Thee will I love, my Joy, my Crown;

Thee will I love, my Lord, my God;
Thee will I love, beneath Thy frown

Or smile, Thy sceptre or Thy rod.
What though my flesh and heart decay?
Thee shall I love in endless day.
Trans. by Rev. John Wesley, 1739: verse 1, lines 5, 6, alt.

Till I close my earthly race,

May I prove it "Christ to live."

4 Firmly trusting in Thy blood,

Nothing shall my heart confound; Safely I shall pass the flood,

Safely reach Emmanuel's ground.

5 Thus, O thus, an entrance give

To the land of cloudless sky; Having known it "Christ to live," Let me know it "gain to die." Rev. Ralph Wardlaw, 1817