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Most precious in our Saviour's Sight

Hymnal: CHPS1776 #I.LXI (1776) Lyrics: 1 Most precious, in our Saviour's Sight, Are all his Saints unnotic'd Death! He bears them to eternal Light, When they resign their mortal Breath. 2 Precious the soul by him redeem'd; From threat'ning Evils snatch'd away, Precious their Dust, by him esteem'd, He'll raise it at the latter Day. 3 Free from this World's unnumber'd Cares, From Satan's Rage, and human Spite, From Sin's Distress, and gloomy Fears; How precious this in Jesu's Sight! 4 From all their Labours now they rest; Their weary Souls, with Joy and Peace, Leans on their faithful Abra'm's Breast, Where all the wicked Troublers cease. 5 All this, and more, our Brother proves; Now he the son of Man can see; He sees, he feels, he joys, he loves, And all from Intermission free. 6 No more, as darkly thro' a Glass, His Eye-sight purg'd by Jesu's Blood, Now clearly sees Immanuel's Face, The bright, uncluded Face of God! 7 Whilst here below, he knew, in part, That deep, that boundless, heav'nly Theme; The Pow'r of Jesu's Blood and Smart, Completely cleansing us in him. 8 Feeling his Heart and Flesh decay, He languished beneath thine Hand, In patient Longings for the Day, When he should see Immanuel's Land. 9 Now is the perfect Day his own; No darkning Vail remains between; He knows the Lord as he is known, And sees his Myst'ry as he's seen. Scripture: Psalm 116:15 Languages: English

My Beloved! haste away

Hymnal: CHPS1776 #I.LV (1776) Lyrics: 1 My Beloved! haste away, Sick of Love, for thee I languish; Fails my Soul at thy Delay, Feels a dying Lover's Anguish: Quickly, quickly, Jesus come, O make my Breast thy native Home. 2 Ev'ry Moment seems an Age, 'Till thy Presence shall relive me, 'Till thy Smiles my Woes assuage, And thine Absence no more grieve me: Quickly, quickly, Jesus come, O make my Breast thy native Home. 3 Great the Force and Power of Live, Whence springs all my strong Desires; I, thy Presence, Lord, to prove, Burn, consum'd, with inward Fires: Quickly, quickly, Jesus come, O make my Breast thy native Home. 4 Honour, Wealth, and Ease I scorn, Trifles by the World approv'd; To superior Joys I'm born, Cent'ring in my Well-belov'd: Quickly, quickly, Jesus come, O make my Breast thy native Home. 5 O'er the spicy Mountains fly Hart and Roe, yea Winds out-stripping; Whilst thou tarry'st, Love, I die, Sighing, longing, loving, weeping; Quickly, quickly, Jesus come, O make my Breast thy native Home. Scripture: Song of Solomon 8:14 Languages: English

My dear Master, Jesus Christ

Hymnal: CHPS1776 #II.XXIV (1776) Lyrics: 1 My dear Master Jesus Christ, For Peace to thee I fly; In thee Saviour, I am blest To all Eternity: Free from Care, and Sin, and Strife, I rest in my dear Bridegroom's Love; Ever living in that Life, Which Jesus lives Above. 2 O! the Heights of Jesu's Grace, Which I so richly view, Saviour, in thy lov'd Embrace Are Blessings ever new: Blessings, constant as the Day, Flows from that wounded Heart of thine; All the force of Words can't say How glorious, how divine. 3 Lost in Wonder, I adore The mighty Prince of Life; Him to praise for evermore, Be now my only Strife: That God might not frown on me, Nor doom my soul to Banishment, He upon the shameful Tree To suffer was content. 4 Patient he the Cross endur'd Did all the Shame despise, Well he knew and was assur'd, This bloody Sacrifice Should his Children all complete In spotless Truth and Purity; This the Joy before him set When he engag'd to die. 5 Here my Sin and Curse was drown'd, Redemption here obtain'd; Here the Peace, once lost, and found, And Life eternal gain'd: Dead upon the Cross, in him, Atonement for my Sin I see, Weeping from each lifeless Limb, For Enemies, for me. Languages: English

My dear Redeemer, dying God

Hymnal: CHPS1776 #II.XXVI (1776) Lyrics: 1 My dear Redeemer, dying God, Who wast a Man like me, Once nail'd to the accursed Wood, My guilty Soul to free: I love to hear of all thy Smart, (Thou bear'st it all for me) To see thy open bleeding Heart, Where I from Sin am free. 2 Thy Blood is Gilead's Balm indeed, Thy People's Hurt it heals; Revives and quickens from the Dead, My Pardon writes and seals: Sown deeply in thy bleeding Wounds, I firmly rooted am; My Root, my Growth, my Fruit abounds, In thee, thou spotless Lamb. 3 To Sin, Law, and the World, I'm dead, Now by thy Death and Blood; With thee, my Christ, my Life is hid In all the Pow'r of God: When thou, my Life, with Trumpets blown, Appear'st on Clouds of Heav'n, Then shall that glorious Life be known, Which God to me hath giv'n. Languages: English

My dearest Lamb, who bear'st my Grief

Hymnal: CHPS1776 #I.LIII (1776) Lyrics: 1 My dearest Lamb, who bear'st my Grief, Thy Sympathy affords Relief To thy poor, drooping Bride: Thy Blood, as Wine, shall cheer my Heart; I'll draw my Ease from all thy Smart, And from thy pierced Side. 2 When thy poor Church grows tir'd and faint, And, overburden'd, makes Complaint Of some tremendous Load, Which sinks her Mind in Heaviness, And all her inward Pow'rs distress, As with an absent God. 3 Thou say'st, thou hast been tempted sore, In ev'ry Point like her, and more; Witness the shameful Cross: Now touch'd with ev'ry feeling Sense Of what can give thy Bride Offence; Hence she sustains no Loss. 4 If in the Dust she fainting sit, Washing her loving Saviour's Feet With her o'erflowing Tears; Thou gently dost her Spirit raise, Filling her Heart with Songs of Praise, And banishing her Fears. 5 Thou canst not see us weep alone, But Sigh for Sigh, and Groan for Groan, With us thou bear'st a Part; Whilst pants the Soul, with throbbing Breast, With equal Sympathy opprest, We feel thy loving Heart. Scripture: Hebrews 4:15 Languages: English

My dearest Redeemer, thou Light of my Days

Hymnal: CHPS1776 #II.XII (1776) Lyrics: 1 My dearest Redeemer, thou Light of my Days, My Heart's sincere Language shall shew forth thy Praise: I now can behold the Smiles of thy Face, Thy Glory, dear Saviour, the Fountain of Grace: I'll tell the World of thee, of thy shedding Blood, That wonderful Myst'ry and Glory of God. 2 'Tis Jesus, Jehovah, the wounded I AM, Who dy'd on Golgotha, the sacrific'd Lamb; His Beauties I see, thro' each weeping Wound; His Body all bleeding where true Joys abound: He dy'd, but lives ever, and reigns over all; He is my dear Saviour, his Name I extol. 3 He is my true Lover, whose Grace never ends; My Soul bow and wonder, and view his pierc'd Hands! Remember his Love, his Death, and his Smart, And all his wounds number, the Life of my Heart: He is my dear Portion! what can I want more? Freed from condemnation, I bow and adore. 4 Who can but admire so faithful a Friend, Unchangeable Lover, who loves to the End? Ere long I shall be amidst the lov'd Throng; There, loud as the Thunders, I'll sing the new Song: Still gazing, admiring, and singing most sweet, And also embracing his pier'd Hands and Feet. Languages: English

My Redeemer, let me be

Hymnal: CHPS1776 #II.XVII (1776) Lyrics: 1 My Redeemer, let me be Quite happy at thy Feet, Still to know myself and thee, Be this my bitter sweet: Look upon my Infant State, And with a Father's yearning bless; Don't thy ransom'd Child forget, Nor leave me in Distress. 2 I have foolishly abus'd My Saviour's bleeding Love: All my Gifts, my God, misus'd, When by Temptation drove: Justly I deserv'd to be Forsaken by my Lord and God; Yet shall Justice plead for me, For whom thou shedst thy Blood. 3 Thy blest Smiles, my gracious Lord, Shall cheer my drooping Heart; I'm instructed in thy Word, That thou unchanging art: Draw me to the Depth profound Of all thy Sorrows, Blood and Sweat, Passing on, thro' ev'ry Wound, Unto thy Mercy Seat: 4 There, reclining on thy Breast, Th' eternal Sabbath find; Proving in thee perfect Rest To my poor lab'ring Mind; Waiting till my Lord I see, And be like him for-ever pure, At the heav'nly Jubilee, This bliss to me is sure. Languages: English

My Saviour for me bled

Hymnal: CHPS1776 #II.V (1776) Lyrics: 1 My Saviour for me bled Upon the Cross's Wood; For me, the Sinner me, he shed His rich atoning Blood. 2 For my Offences great He dy'd a cursed Death; And wrought Salvation out complete To be enjoy'd by Faith. 3 The Wine-press he did tread, And, thro' his bleeding Side, His Spirit, in Abundance, shed On his belovde Bride. 4 Now, by his Grace, I know That I am one of them, For whom the Saviour dy'd below Upon the Cross's Stem. Languages: English

My Song shall be of him who dy'd

Hymnal: CHPS1776 #II.I (1776) Lyrics: 1 My Song shall be of him who dy'd Upon the Mount of Calvary; His Name, his blood, and Nought beside Shall be my Theme eternally. 2 I view him in his infant Form, Poor, helpless, in a Manger laid; To rescue me, a worthless Worm, Th' eternal Word my Flesh was made. 3 At eight Days old the Saviour bled; To purge our Filth his Blood was spilt; Thus all the Members, in the Head, Were purg'd from their parental Guilt. 4 A Man of Sorrows was my Lord, Tempted like me in ev'ry Point; That he true Succour might afford To tempted Souls, who else would faint. 5 Despis'd and friendless was the lamb, Abased to a low Degree, Refus'd by all with Scorn and Shame, That he our faithful Friend might be. 6 Mark how he loves his Blood-bought Friends! When in his greatest Agony He pleads for them, he them defends, The're as the Apple of his Eye. 7 For when the Multitude came on To drag him to the cursed Tree; Whom seek ye? (says the holy One) If me you seek, the Children free. 8 When thus accepted, in our Stead, Justice the Sinner did release; And for the Members smote the Head, Chastis'd him for our Breach of Peace. Languages: English

Nor Reason, nor Sense

Hymnal: CHPS1776 #I.XLIV (1776) Lyrics: 1 Nor Reason, nor Sense, Knows how I commence The Man that is perfect, and free from offence. 2 And yet what I say Is Truth, and the Way To Rest that is glorious, tho' Reason say nay. 3 In Jesus as clean My Spirit's brought in, Where I shall no more have a Conscience of Sin. 4 My Conscience is pure In Jesus, and sure Of answering in Peace towards God evermore. 5 This deep Holiness, Which now I possess, Is not by my cleansing the Filth of the Fles. 6 My Conscience it saith, It is by the Faith Of Christ's Resurrection, from Sin, Hell, and Death. 7 In Jesus complete, My Brethren I'll greet; All hail, happy People, our Honours are great! Scripture: 1 Peter 3:21 Languages: English