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! Bernard of Clairvaux, † 1153; E. Caswall, tr., 1849, a. 99 7s Chief of sinners though I be, Jesus shed His blood for me; Died that I might live on high, Lived that I might never die; As the branch is to the vine, I am His, and He is mine. 2. O the height of Jesus’ love! Higher than the heavens above, Deeper than the depths of sea, Lasting as eternity; Love that found me,—wondrous thought!— Found me when I sought Him not. 3. Jesus only can impart Balm to heal the smitten heart; Peace that flows from sin forgiv’n, Joy that lifts the soul to heav’n; Faith and hope to walk with God, In the way that Enoch trod. 4. Chief of sinners though I be, Christ is all in all to me; All my wants to Him are known, All my sorrows are His own; Safe with Him from earthly strife, He sustains the hidden life. 5. O my Savior, help afford By Thy Spirit and Thy Word! When my wayward heart would stray, Keep me in the narrow way; Grace in time of need supply While I live and when I die. Wm. McComb, 1848. 100 7s 6 l Christ, whose glory fills the skies, Christ, the true, the only Light, Sun of Righteousness, arise, Triumph o’er the shades of night. Day-spring from on high, be near; Day-star, in my heart appear. 2. Dark and cheerless is the morn Unaccompanied by Thee; Joyless is the day’s return Till Thy mercy’s beams I see; Till they inward light impart, Cheer my eyes, and warm my heart. 3. Visit, then, this soul of mine, Pierce the gloom of sin and grief; Fill me, Radiancy Divine, Scatter all my unbelief; More and more Thyself display, Shining to the perfect day. Charles Wesley, 1740. 101 C. M. To our Redeemer’s glorious name Awake the sacred song! O may His love, immortal flame, Tune every heart and tongue! 2. His love, what mortal thought can reach! What mortal tongue display! Imagination’s utmost stretch In wonder dies away. 3. He left His radiant throne on high, Left the bright realms of bliss, And came to earth to bleed and die,— Was ever love like this?