2 Let the world despise and leave me-- They have left my Savior too; Human hearts and looks deceive me-- Thou art not, like them, untrue. And while thou shalt smile upon me, God of wisdom, love, and might, Foes may hate and friends disown me, Show thy face and all is bright. 3 Go, then, earthly fame and treasure; Come, disaster, scorn, and pain! In thy service pain is pleasure, With thy favor, loss is gain. I have called thee, Abba, Father, I have set my heart on thee; Storms may howl, and clouds may gather-- All must work for good to thee. 4 Haste thee on from grace to glory, Armed by faith, and winged by prayer; Heaven's eternal day's before thee, God's own hand shall guide thee there. Soon shall close thy earthly mission, Soon shall pass thy pilgrim days; Hope shall change to glad fruition, Faith to sight, and prayer to praise. Henry Francis Lyte, 1829. 267 Autumn. 8s & 7s. Double. _Desiring Sanctification._ (701) Love divine, all love excelling, Joy of heaven, to earth come down; Fix in us thy humble dwelling; All thy faithful mercies crown; Jesus, thou art all compassion; Pure, unbounded love thou art; Visit us with thy salvation; Enter every trembling heart. 2 Breathe, oh, breathe thy Holy Spirit Into every troubled breast, Let us all thy grace inherit; Let us find thy promised rest; Take away the love of sinning; Take our load of guilt away; End the work of thy beginning; Bring us to eternal day. 3 Carry on thy new creation; Pure and holy may we be; Let us see our whole salvation Perfectly secured by thee: Change from glory into glory, Till in heaven we take our place, Till we cast our crowns before thee, Lost in wonder, love, and praise. Charles Wesley, 1747. 268 Autumn. 8s & 7s. Double. _Union with Jesus._ (700) In thy service will I ever, Jesus, my Redeemer, stay; Nothing me from thee shall sever, Gladly would I go thy way. Yes, Lord Jesus, I am ever Thine in sorrow and in joy; Death the union shall not sever, Nor eternity destroy. 2 Let thy light on me be shining When the day is almost gone, When the evening is declining, And the night is drawing on: Bless me, oh, my Savior! laying Thy hands on my weary head; "Here thy day is ended," saying, "Yonder live the faithful dead." 3 Stay beside me, when the stillness And the icy touch of death Fill my trembling soul with chillness, Like the morning's frosty breath; As my failing eyes grow dimmer, Let my spirit grow more bright, As I see the first faint glimmer Of the everlasting light. P. Spitta, 1833. 269 Even Me. 8s & 7s. _Pass Me Not._ (523) Lord! I hear of showers of blessing, Thou art scattering, broad and free; Showers, the thirsty land refreshing; Let their fullness fall on me. Ref.--Even me, even me, Let their fullness fall on me.