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As pants the hart for cooling streams

Hymnal: HPEC1871 #451 (1871) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 As pants the hart for cooling streams, When heated in the chase; So longs my soul, O God, for Thee, And Thy refreshing grace. 2 For Thee, my God, the living God, My thirsty soul doth pine; O when shall I behold Thy face, Thou Majesty divine? 3 Why restless, why cast down, my soul? Trust God; Who will employ His aid for thee, and change these sighs To thankful hymns of joy. 4 God of my strength, how long shall I, Like one forgotten, mourn, Forlorn, forsaken, and exposed To my oppressor's scorn? 5 My heart is pierced, as with a sword, While thus my foes upbraid: "Vain boaster, where is now thy God? And where His promised aid?" 6 Why restless, why cast down, my soul? Hope still' and thou shalt sing The praise of Him Who is thy God, Thy health's eternal spring. Languages: English
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As panting in the sultry beam

Hymnal: HPEC1871 #452 (1871) Lyrics: 1 As panting in the sultry beam, The hart desires the cooling stream, So to Thy presence, Lord, I flee, So longs my soul, O God, for Thee; Athirst to taste Thy living grace, And see Thy glory face to face. 2 But rising griefs distress my soul, And tears on tears successive roll; For many an evil voice is near to chide my woe and mock my fear; And silent memory weeps alone O'er hours of peace and gladness flown. 3 For I have walked the happy round That 'circles Sion's holy ground, And gladly swell'd the choral lays That hymn'd my great Redeemer's praise, What time the hallow'd arches rung Responsive to the solemn song. 4 Ah, why, by passing clouds opprest, Should vexing thoughts distract thy breast? Turn, turn to Him, in every pain, Whom never suppliant sought in vain, Thy strength, in joy's ecstatic day, Thy hope, when joy has pass'd away. Languages: English
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When I can read my title clear

Hymnal: HPEC1871 #453 (1871) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 When I can read my title clear To mansions in the skies, I bid farewell to every fear, And wipe my weeping eyes. 2 Should earth against my soul engage, And hellish darts be hurl'd, Then I can smile at Satan's rage, And face a frowning world. 3 Let cares like a wild deluge come, And storms of sorrow fall; May I but safely reach my home, My God, my Heaven, my All;-- 4 There shall I bathe my weary soul In seas of heavenly rest, And not a wave of trouble roll Across my peaceful breast. Languages: English
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Lord, with glowing heart I'd praise Thee

Hymnal: HPEC1871 #454 (1871) Lyrics: 1 Lord, with glowing heart I'd praise Thee For the bliss Thy love bestows, For the pardoning grace that saves me, And the peace that from it flows: Help, O God, my weak endeavour; This dull soul to rapture raise: Thou must light the flame, or never Can my love be warmed to praise. 2 Praise, my soul, the God that sought thee, Wretched wanderer, far astray; Found thee lost, and kindly brought thee From the paths of death away; Praise, with love's devoutest feeling, Him Who saw thy guilt-born fear, And, the light of hope revealing, Bade the blood-stain'd Cross appear. 3 Lord, this bosom's ardent feeling Vainly would my lips express: Low before Thy footstool kneeling, Deign Thy suppliant's prayer to bless: Let Thy grace, my soul's chief treasure, Love's pure flame within me raise; And, since words can never measure, Let my life show forth Thy praise. Topics: The Christian Life Love Languages: English
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Jesus! the very thought of Thee

Hymnal: HPEC1871 #455 (1871) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Jesus! the very thought of Thee With sweetness fills my breast; But sweeter far Thy face to see, And in Thy presence rest. 2 No voice can sing, no heart can frame, Nor can the memory find, A sweeter sound than Thy Jesus' Name, The Saviour of mankind. 3 O Hope of every contrite heart, O Joy of all the meek, To those who fall, how kind Thou art! How good to those who seek! 4 But what to those who find? Ah! this 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, As Thou our prize wilt be; Jesus! be Thou our glory now, And through eternity. Topics: The Christian Life Love Languages: English
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Love divine, all love excelling

Hymnal: HPEC1871 #456 (1871) Lyrics: 1 Love divine, all love excelling, Joy of heaven, to earth come down; Fix in us Thy humble dwelling, All Thy faithful mercies crown: Jesu, Thou art all compassion, Pure, unbounded love Thou art; Visit us with Thy salvation, Enter every trembling heart. 2 Breathe, O breathe Thy loving Spirit Into every troubled breast; Let us all in Thee inherit, Let us find Thy promised rest: Take away the love of sinning, Alpha and Omega be,-- End of faith, as its beginning, Set our hearts at liberty. 3 Come, Almighty to deliver, Let us all Thy grace receive; Suddenly return, and never, Never more Thy temples leave. Thee we would be always blessing, Serve Thee as Thy hosts above; Pray, and praise Thee without ceasing; Glory in Thy perfect love. 4 Finish then Thy new creation, Pure and spotless let us be: Let us see Thy great salvation Perfectly restored in Thee. Changed from glory into glory, Till in heaven we take our place; Till we cast our crowns before Thee, Lost in wonder, love, and praise. Topics: The Christian Life Love Languages: English
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I love my God, but with no love of mine

Hymnal: HPEC1871 #457 (1871) Meter: Irregular Lyrics: 1 I love my God, but with no love of mine, For I have none to give; I love Thee, Lord, but all the love is Thine, For by Thy life I live: I am as nothing, and rejoice to be Emptied, and lost, and swallow'd up in Thee. 2 Thou, Lord, alone art all Thy children need, And there is none beside: From Thee the streams of blessedness proceed, In Thee the blest abide: Fountain of life, And all-abounding grace, Our Source, our Centre, and our Dwelling-place. Topics: The Christian Life Love Languages: English
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My God, I love Thee--not because

Hymnal: HPEC1871 #458 (1871) Meter: Irregular Lyrics: 1 My God, I love Thee--not because I hope for heaven thereby; Nor yet because,if I love not I must for ever die. 2 Thou, O my Jesus, Thou didst me Upon the Cross embrace; For me didst bear the nails and spear, And manifold disgrace, 3 And griefs and torments numberless, And sweat of agony, Yea, death itself; and all for me Who was Thine enemy. 4 Then why, O blessèd Jesu Christ, Should I not love Thee well? Not for the hope of winning heaven, Of of escaping hell; 5 Not with the hope of gaining aught, Not seeking a reward; But as Thyself hast lovèd me, O ever-loving Lord! 6 So would I love Thee, dearest Lord, And in Thy praise will sing; Solely because Thou art my God, And my eternal King. Topics: The Christian Life Love Languages: English
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Thou whom my soul admires above

Hymnal: HPEC1871 #459 (1871) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Thou, Whom my soul admires above All earthly joy and earthly love, Tell me, dear Shepherd, let me know, Where doth Thy sweetest pasture grow? 2 Where is the shadow of that rock That from the sun defends Thy flock? Fain would I feed among Thy sheep, Among them rest, among them sleep. 3 Why should Thy bride appear like one That turns aside to paths unknown? My constant feet would never rove, Would never seek another love. Topics: The Christian Life Love Languages: English
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My God, how wonderful Thou art

Hymnal: HPEC1871 #460 (1871) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 My God, how wonderful Thou art, Thy majesty how bright, How beautiful Thy mercy-seat, In depths of burning light! 2 How dread are Thine eternal years, O Everlasting Lord; By prostrate spirits day and night Incessantly adored! 3 How wonderful, how beautiful, The sight of Thee must be, Thine endless wisdom, boundless power, And awful purity! 4 O how I fear Thee, living God, With deepest, tenderest fears, And worship Thee with trembling hope, And penitential tears! 4 Yet I may love Thee too, O Lord, Almighty as Thou art, For Thou hast stooped to ask of me The love of my poor heart. Topics: The Christian Life Love Languages: English

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