4 When rising floods my soul o’erflow, When sinks my heart in waves of woe— Jesus, thy timely aid impart, And raise my head and cheer my heart. 5 Saviour, where’er thy steps I see, Dauntless, untired, I follow thee; O, let thy hand support me still, And lead me to thy holy hill. 810 L. M. That they be with me where I am. John 17:24. Let me be with thee where thou art, My Saviour, my eternal Rest! Then only will this longing heart Be fully and for ever blest! 2 Let me be with thee where thou art, Where spotless saints thy name adore; Then only will this sinful heart Be evil and defiled no more! 3 Let me be with thee where thou art, Where none can die, where none remove; There neither death nor life will part Me from thy presence and thy love! 811 C. M. A new heart. O for a heart to praise my God, A heart from sin set free, A heart that always feels the blood So freely shed for me. 2 A heart resigned, submissive, meek, My great Redeemer’s throne, Where only Christ is heard to speak Where Jesus reigns alone. 3 O for a lowly, contrite heart, Confiding, true, and clean, Which neither life nor death can part From him that dwells within. 4 A heart in ev’ry thought renewed, And full of love divine, Perfect and right, and pure and good, A copy, Lord, of thine. 5 Thy Spirit, gracious Lord, impart; Direct me from above; May thy dear name be near my heart, That dear, best name is Love. 812 C. M. Longing for Heaven. Sweet land of rest, for thee I sigh, When will the moment come, When I shall lay my armor by, And dwell in peace at home? Chorus.—O, this is not my home, O, this is not my home: This world’s a wilderness of woe, This world is not my home. 2 No tranquil joy on earth I know, No peaceful, sheltering dome; This world’s a wilderness of woe, This world is not my home. 3 When by affliction sharply tried, I view the gaping tomb, Although I dread death’s chilling tide, Yet still I sigh for home. 4 Weary of wandering round and round This vale of sin and gloom, I long to quit the unhallowed ground, And dwell with Christ at home. 813 C. M. The true riches. You glittering toys of earth, adieu, A nobler choice be mine; A real prize attracts my view— A treasure all divine. 2 Away, unworthy of my cares, You specious baits of sense; Inestimable worth appears, The pearl of price immense!