"With heart, and eyes, and lifted hands, For thee I long, to thee I look; As travellers in thirsty lands Pant for the cooling water-brook." _______________ "Jesus, the weary wanderer's rest, Give grace thy sovereign will to bear; With steadfast patience arm my breast, With holy love and lowly fear. "Thankful, I take the cup from thee, Prepared and mingled by thy skill; Though bitter to the taste it be, It has a sovereign power to heal. "Be thou a Rock of ages nigh; My saved soul on thee alone Shall safely rest, and fears shall fly, As clouds before the mid-day sun. "Speak to my troubled conscience peace; Say to my trembling heart, Be still; My power thy strength and fortress is. Amen, to all thy sovereign will. "O Death, where is thy sting? where now Thy boasted victory, O grave? Who shall contend with God, or who Condemn whom he delights to save." _______________ "How sweet the name of Jesus sounds In a believer's ear: It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, And drives away his fear. "It makes the wounded spirit whole, And calms the troubled breast; 'Tis manna to the hungry soul, And to the weary, rest. "Dear Name, the Rock on which I build, My Shield and Hiding-place; My never failing Treasury, filled With boundless stores of grace: "Jesus, my Shepherd, Husband, Friend, My Prophet, Priest, and King, My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End, Accept the praise I bring. "Weak is the effort of my heart, And cold my warmest thought; But when I see thee as thou art, I'll praise thee as I ought. "Till then I would thy love proclaim With every fleeting breath; And may the music of thy name Refresh my soul in death." _______________ "Amazing grace! how sweet the sound That saved a wretch like me: I once was lost, but now am found; Was blind, but now I see. "'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear, And grace my fears relieved: How precious did that grace appear The hour I first believed.