And  didst  there  the  blest  possession

Of  Thy  joys  to  me  insure ;
May  my  praise  be  ever  telling
Of  Thy  love,  all  love  excelling !

Wondrous  woes  that  brought  salvation  !  ;

Wondrous  grace  to  sinners  shown  !  I
Heaven  is  wrapt  in  contemplation

Of  His  love,  whom  men  disown !  J

Oh  my  soul !  wilt  thou  disown  Him  ?  \
Wilt  not  thou,  my  heart,  enthrone  Him  ?

Who  but  He  can  bless  thy  weeping  ?

Who  but  He  can  soothe  thy  grief?
Only  safe  beneath  His  keeping.
Thou  in  Him  hast  sure  relief :


Love,  '  381

To  the  cross  He  came  to  bless  thee ;
Let  His  love,  my  soul,  possess  thee  !

Lord  !  each  thought  and  inclination,

All  my  heart  and  will  inspire,
That  my  soul.  Thy  new  creation,

Thee  may  serve  with  pure  desire  ;
Daily  Thy  great  love  reviewing.
Daily  thus  my  sins  subduing !

Arthur  Tozer  RusselL  185 1.
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Eternal  God,  of  beings  First,
Of  all  created  good  the  Spring,

For  Thee  I  long,  for  Thee  I  thirst.
My  Love,  my  Saviour,  and  my  King  I

Thine  is  a  never-failing  store ;

If  God  be  mine,  I  ask  no  more.
The  fairest  world  of  light  on  high
Reflection  makes  but  faint  of  Thine  ;

The  glorious  tenants  of  the  sky

In  God's  own  beams  transported  shine :

But,  shouldst  Thou  wrap  Thy  face  in  shade,

Soon  all  their  Ufe  and  lustre  fade.
Thy  Presence  makes  celestial  day.
And  fills  each  raptur'd  soul  with  bliss  ;

Night  would  prevail,  were  God  away,
And  spirits  pine  in  Paradise !

In  vain  would  all  the  angels  try

To  fill  Thy  room.  Thy  lack  supply.
382  The  Book  of  Praise.
