7s. Philippians i. 21. 1 CHRIST, of all my hopes the ground, Christ, the spring of all my joy, Still in thee may I be found, Still for thee my powers employ.
2 Let thy love my heart inflame, Keep thy fear before my sight, Be thy praise my highest aim, Be thy smile my chief delight!
3 When affliction clouds my sky, And the wintry tempests blow, Let thy mercy-beaming eye Sweetly cheer the night of woe.
4 When new triumphs of thy name Swell the raptured songs above, May I feel a kindred flame, Full of zeal, and full of love!
5 Life's best joy, to see thy praise Fly on wings of gospel light, Leading on millennial days, Scattering all the shades of night!
6 Fountain of o'erflowing grace, Freely from thy fulness give; Till I close my earthly race, May I prove it "Christ to live!" ==7s. SECOND PART
7 WHEN, with wasting sickness worn, Sinking to the grave I lie, Or, by sudden anguish torn, Startled nature dreads to die;
8 Jesus, my redeeming Lord, Be thou then in mercy near! Let thy smile of love afford Full relief from all my fear.
9 Firmly trusting in thy blood, Nothing shall my heart confound; Safely shall I pass the flood, Safely reach Immanuel's ground.
10 When I touch the blessed shore, Back the closing waves shall roll; Death's dark stream shall never more Part from thee my ravished soul. ll Thus, O thus, an entrance give To the land of cloudless sky; Having known it "Christ to live," Let me find it "gain to die!"
