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Thomas Clark, 1805

1. Ask ye what great thing I know That delights and stirs me

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ward I win? Whose the name I glo-ry in? Je-sus Christ, the Cru - ci - fied. A-MEN.

The night is black, the feet are slack, Yet we would fol-low Thee. A-MEN.

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1. More love to Thee, O Christ, More love to Thee! Hear Thou the pray'r I make

On bended knee. This is my earn-est plea, More love, O Christ, to Thee,

356 ST. CATHERINE L. M. 61.

Henry F. Hemy, 1865; Alt. by James G. Walton, 1871

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I. Thou hid- den Love of God, whose height, Whose depth unfathomed, no man knows,

I see from far Thy beauteous light, In- ly I sigh for Thy re

pose;

My heart is pained, nor can it be At rest till it finds rest in Thee.

A-MEN.

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2 'Tis mercy all that Thou hast brought
My mind to seek her peace in Thee;
Yet while I seek, but find Thee not,

No peace my wandering soul shall see:
O when shall all my wanderings end,
And all my steps to Thee-ward tend!

3 O Love, Thy sovereign aid impart

To save me from low-thoughted care;
Chase this self-will through all my heart,

Through all its latent mazes there;
Make me Thy duteous child, that I
Ceaseless may "Abba, Father," cry.

4 Each moment draw from earth away
My heart, that lowly waits Thy call;
Speak to my inmost soul, and say,

"I am thy Love, thy God, thy All."
To feel Thy power, to hear Thy voice
To taste Thy love, be all my choice.

Gerhard Tersteegen, 1729 Tr. by John Wesley, 1736

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Joseph Barnby, 1872

1. Je-sus, my Lord, my God, my all, Hear me, blest Saviour, when I call;

Hear me, and from Thy dwell-ing-place Pour down the rich- es

of Thy grace:

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Je-sus, my Lord, I Thee adore; O make me love Thee more and more. A-MEN.

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2 Jesus, too late I Thee have sought;
How can I love Thee as I ought?
And how extol Thy matchless fame,
The glorious beauty of Thy name?
Jesus, my Lord, I Thee adore;

O make me love Thee more and more.

3 Jesus, what didst Thou find in me
That Thou hast dealt so lovingly?

How great the joy that Thou hast brought,
So far exceeding hope or thought!

Jesus, my Lord, I Thee adore;

O make me love Thee more and more.

4 Jesus, of Thee shall be my song;

To Thee my heart and soul belong:

All that I have or am is Thine;

And Thou, blest Saviour, Thou art mine:
Jesus, my Lord, I Thee adore;

O make me love Thee more and more.

Henry Collins, 1854

1. O Thou whose perfect goodness crowns With peace and joy this sacred day,

Our hearts are glad for all the years Thy love has kept us in Thy way. A-MEN.

1. How sweet the name of Je - sus sounds In a believer's ear!

It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, And drives a-way his fear. A-MEN.