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, 1140. Tr. F. Caswall, 1848. 292 St. Agnes. C.M. _All-Absorbing Love._ (551) O Jesus, Jesus, dearest Lord! Forgive me, if I say, For very love, thy sacred name A thousand times a day. 2 I love thee so, I know not how My transports to control; Thy love is like a burning fire Within my very soul. 3 Oh, wonderful! that thou should'st let So vile a heart as mine Love thee with such a love as this, And make so free with thine! 4 O Light in darkness, Joy in grief! O Heaven begun on earth! Jesus my Love, my Treasure! who Can tell what thou art worth? 5 O Jesus, Jesus, sweetest Lord! What art thou not to me? Each hour brings joys before unknown, Each day new liberty. Frederick Wm. Faber, 1848. 293 St. Agnes. C.M. _Supreme Love to Christ._ (545) Do not I love thee, oh, my Lord? Behold my heart, and see; And turn each worthless idol out, That dares to rival thee. 2 Do not I love thee, from my soul? Then let me nothing love; Dead be my heart to every joy, Which thou dost not approve. 3 Is not thy name melodious still, To mine attentive ear? Doth not each pulse with pleasure thrill My Savior's voice to hear? 4 Thou know'st I love thee, dearest Lord! But, oh! I long to soar Far from the sphere of mortal joys, And learn to love thee more. Philip Doddridge, 1750. 294 How I Love Jesus. C.M. _The Dearest Name._ (537) There is a name I love to hear, I love to sing its worth; It sounds like music in mine ear, The sweetest name on earth. Cho.--Oh, how I love Jesus, Oh, how I love Jesus, Oh, how I love Jesus, Because he first loved me. 2 It tells me of a Savior's love, Who died to set me free; It tells me of his precious blood, The sinner's perfect plea. 3 It tells me what my Father hath In store for every day, And, though I tread a darksome path, Yields sunshine all the way. 4 It tells of One, whose loving heart Can feel my deepest woe, Who in each sorrow bears a part, That none can bear below. Frederick Whitfield, 1859. 295 How I Love Jesus. C.M. _The Precious Name._ (538) How sweet the name of Jesus sounds In a believer's ear; It soothes his sorrow, heals his wounds, And drives away his fear. 2 It makes the wounded spirit whole, And calms the troubled breast; 'Tis manna to the hungry soul, And to the weary, rest. 3 Dear Name, the rock on which I build, My shield and hiding-place; My never-failing treasure, filled With boundless stores of grace. 4 Jesus, my Shepherd, Savior, Friend, My Prophet, Priest, and King, My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End, Accept the praise I bring. 5 I would thy boundless love proclaim With every fleeting breath, So shall the music of thy name Refresh my soul in death. John Newton, 1779 296 Webb. 7s & 6s. D.