4 Thus might I hide a blushing face 5 But drops of grief can ne'er repay While his dear cross appears; Dissolve my heart in thankfulness, And melt my eyes to tears. 325 The debt of love I owe; 'Tis all that I can do. ISAAC WATTS, 1709. And hail him as thy matchless King Thro' all e ter ni ty. ty. M. BRIDGES. O Saviour of mankind! 3 O Hope of every contrite heart! 4 But what to those who find? Ah! this Nor tongue nor can pen show: The love of Jesus,-what it is, None but his loved ones know. 5 Jesus, our only joy be thou! As thou our prize wilt be; BERNARD OF CLAIRVAUX, 1140. 49 1 How sweet the name of Jesus sounds In a believer's ear; It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, And drives away his fear. 2 It makes the wounded spirit whole, And calms the troubled breast; "Tis manna to the hungry soul, And to the weary, rest. |