The Otterbein Hymnal Part 59

Mad. Guyon.

344 Newcomer. L.M.

_Completeness.--Col. 2:10._ (730)

Complete in thee! no work of mine May take, dear Lord, the place of thine; Thy blood has pardon bought for me, And I am now complete in thee.

2 Complete in thee--no more shall sin Thy grace has conquered, reign within; Thy voice will bid the tempter flee, And I shall stand complete in thee.

3 Complete in thee--each want supplied, And no good thing to me denied, Since thou my portion, Lord, wilt be, I ask no more--complete in thee.

4 Dear Savior! when before thy bar All tribes and tongues a.s.sembled are.

Among thy chosen may I be At thy right hand--complete in thee.

A.R.W.

345 Waring. 7s & 6s. D.

_Safe in Jesus._ (696)

In heavenly love abiding, No change my heart shall fear, And safe is such confiding, For nothing changes here, The storm may roar without me, My heart may low be laid, But G.o.d is round about me,-- And can I be dismayed?

2 Wherever he may guide me, No want shall turn me back: My Shepherd is beside me, And nothing can I lack; His wisdom ever waketh, His sight is never dim, He knows the way he taketh, And I will walk with him.

3 Green pastures are before me, Which yet I have not seen; Bright skies will soon be o'er me, Where darkest clouds have been; My hope I cannot measure, My path to life is free; My Savior has my treasure, And he will walk with me.

Anna Let.i.tia Waring, 1850.

346 Waring. 7s & 6s. D.

_Light After Darkness._

Sometimes a light surprises The Christian while he sings: It is the Lord who rises With healing on his wings; When comforts are declining, He grants the soul again A season of clear s.h.i.+ning, To cheer it after rain.

2 In holy contemplation, We sweetly then pursue The theme of G.o.d's salvation, And find it ever new: Set free from present sorrow, We cheerfully can say, Let the unknown to-morrow Bring with it what it may.

Wm. Cowper.

347 Showers of Blessing. P.M.

_The Promise of Blessing_

"There shall be showers of blessing;"

This is the promise of love; There shall be seasons refres.h.i.+ng, Sent from the Savior above.

Cho.--Showers, showers of blessing, Showers of blessing we need; Mercy-drops round us are falling, But for the showers we plead.

2 "There shall be showers of blessing;"-- Precious reviving again; Over the hills and the valleys, Sound of abundance of rain.

3 "There shall be showers of blessing;"

Send them upon us, O Lord!

Grant to us now a refres.h.i.+ng, Come, and now honor thy Word.

4 "There shall be showers of blessing;"

Oh, that to-day they might fall, Now as to G.o.d we're confessing, Now as on Jesus we call!

D.W. Whittle.

348 Oh, Sing of His Mighty Love. 11s.

_The Mighty Love._ (706)

Oh, bliss of the purified! bliss of the free!

I plunge in the crimson tide opened for me!

O'er sin and uncleanness exulting I stand, And point to the print of the nails in his hand.

Cho.--Oh, sing of his mighty love, Sing of his mighty love, Sing of his mighty love, mighty to save.

2 Oh, bliss of the purified! Jesus is mine!

No longer in dread condemnation I pine: In conscious salvation I sing of his grace, Who lifteth upon me the smiles of his face.

3 Oh, bliss of the purified! bliss of the pure!

No wound hath the soul that his blood cannot cure; No sorrow-bowed head but may sweetly find rest; No tears but may dry them on Jesus' breast.

4 Oh, Jesus, the crucified! thee will I sing!

My blessed Redeemer! my G.o.d and my King; My soul, filled with rapture, shall shout o'er the grave, And triumph in death in the mighty to save.

Rev. F. Bottome.

349 As Pants the Hart. C.M.

_Desire for Communion._ (660)

As pants the hart for cooling streams, When heated in the chase, So pants my soul, O Lord, for thee, And thy refres.h.i.+ng grace.

Cho.--As pants the hart for cooling streams, So pants my soul, O Lord, for thee; As pants the hart for cooling streams, So pants my soul, O Lord, for thee.

2 For thee, my G.o.d, the living G.o.d, My thirsty soul doth pine; Oh, when shall I behold thy face, Thou Majesty divine?

3 I sigh to think of happier days, When thou, O Lord, wast nigh, When ev'ry heart was tuned to praise, And none more blest than I.

4 Why restless, why cast down, my soul?