HOLY TRINITY. C. M.

JOSEPH BARNBY (1838- >,

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"Thou knowest that I love Thee."
JOHN XXI. 15.

2 Do not I love Thee from my soul?
Then let me nothing love;
Dead be my heart to every joy,
When Jesus cannot move.

3 Is not Thy Name melodious still

To mine attentive ear?

Doth not each pulse with pleasure bound My Saviour's voice to hear?

4 Hast Thou a lamb in all Thy flock I would disdain to feed?

Hast Thou a foe before whose face I fear Thy cause to plead?

5 Would not my heart pour forth its blood In honor of Thy Name,

And challenge the cold hand of death
To damp th' immortal flame?

6 Thou know'st I love Thee, dearest Lord, But O, I long to soar

BOARDMAN. C. M.

I JESUS, I love Thy charming Name, 'Tis music to mine ear;

Fain would I sound it out so loud
That earth and Heaven should hear.

2 All my capacious powers can wish
In Thee doth richly meet;
Not to mine eyes is light so dear,
Nor friendship half so sweet.

3 Thy grace still dwells upon my heart,
And sheds its fragrance there;
The noblest balm of all its wounds,
The cordial of its care.

4 I'll speak the honors of Thy Name
With my last laboring breath;

Then, speechless, clasp Thee in mine arms, The Conqueror of death.

Rev. Philip Doddridge, 1755. Ab.

Devereux. Arr. by GEORGE KINGSLEY (1811-1884), 1839.

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O, what

joy and happiness!

لال

For the pardoning grace that saves me,
And the peace that from it flows.
Help, O God, my weak endeavor,
This dull soul to rapture raise;
Thou must light the flame, or never
Can my love be warmed to praise.

2 Praise, my soul, the God that sought thee,
Wretched wanderer, far astray;
Found thee lost, and kindly brought thee
From the paths of death away.
Praise, with love's devoutest feeling.
Him who saw thy guilt-born fear,
And, the light of hope revealing,
Bade the blood-stained cross appear.

3 Lord, this bosom's ardent feeling
Vainly would my lips express;
Low before Thy footstool kneeling,
Deign Thy suppliant's prayer to bless.
Let Thy grace, my soul's chief treasure,
Love's pure flame within me raise;
And since words can never measure,
Let my life show forth Thy praise.

Francis Scott Key (1799-1843), 1857