3 Jesus to multitudes unknown— O name divinely sweet! Jesus, in thee, in thee alone, Wealth, honor, pleasure meet. 4 Should both the Indies, at my call, Their boasted stores resign, With joy I would renounce them all, For leave to call thee mine. 5 Should earth’s vain treasures all depart Of this dear gift possessed, I’d clasp it to my joyful heart, And be for ever blest. 6 Blest Sovereign of my soul’s desires, Thy love is bliss divine; Accept the praise that love inspires, Since I can call thee mine! 814 C. M. Where thou art is heaven. Jesus hath died that I might live, Might live to God alone; In him eternal life receive, And be in spirit one, 2 My soul breaks out in strong desire The perfect bliss to prove; My longing heart is all on fire To be dissolved in love. 3 Give me thyself. From every boast From every wish, set free, Let all I am in thee be lost; But give thyself to me. 4 Thy gifts, alas! can not suffice, Unless thyself be given; Thy presence makes my Paradise, And where thou art, is heaven! 815 C. M. To them that look for him. Heb. 9:28. Awake, you saints, and raise your eyes, And raise your voices high; Awake, and praise that sovereign love That shows salvation nigh. 2 On all the wings of time it flies; Each moment brings it near; Then welcome each declining day, Welcome each closing year! 3 Not many years their round shall run, Not many mornings rise, Ere all its glories stand revealed To our admiring eyes. 4 You wheels of nature, speed your course, You mortal powers, decay; Fast as you bring the night of death, You bring eternal day. 816 C. M. We are his workmanship. Eph. 2:10. I am thy workmanship, O Lord! And unto thee belong; Thou art my shield, my Great Reward, My Glory, and my song. 2 Surround me with thy guardian might, Uphold me with thy grace; Unharmed, conduct me through the fight; Unwearied, through the race. 3 Make me a weapon of thy power, An angel of thy will; To thee devoted, let each hour Its happy task fulfill. 4 Yet dare not I, a child of dust Thus plead my filial claim, But as in him is all my trust, Who bears a Saviour’s name. 817 C. M. So great a cloud of witnesses. Heb. 12:1. Give me the wings of faith, to rise Within the vail, and see The saints above, how great their joys How bright their glories be.