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HYMN 11. First Part. C.M.
Jesus. (cont.)

3	Firm, as his throne, his promise stands,    And he can well secure What I've committed to his hands,    Till the decisive hour.
4	Then will he own my worthless name    Before his Father's face; And in the new Jerusalem    Appoint my soul a place.

HYMN 11. Second Part. C.M.
The name of Jesus.

1	HOW sweet the name of Jesus sounds,    In a believer's ear! It sooths his sorrows, 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 treas'ry, fill'd    With boundless stores of grace.
4	Jesus! my Shepherd, Husband, Friend,    My Prophet, Priest, and King; My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End;    Accept the praise I bring.
5	Weak is the effort of my heart, And cold my warmest thought;    But when 1 see thee as thou art,    I'll praise thee as I ought.
6	Till then, I would thy love proclaim    With ev'ry fleeting breath; And may the music of thy name    Refresh may soul in death.

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HYMN 11. Third Part. C.M.
Jesus, the gift of God.

1	JESUS, my love, my chief delight, For thee I long, for thee I pray; Amid the shadows of the night, Amid the bus'ness of the day.
2	When shall I see thy smiling face, Which I, thro' faith, have often seen? Arise, thou Sun of Righteousness, Dispel the clouds that intervene.
3	Thou art the glorious gift of God, To sinners weary and distrest; The first of all his gifts bestow'd, And certain pledge of all the rest.
4	Now I can say this gift is mine, I'll tread the world beneath my feet; No more at pain or want repine, Nor envy the rich sinner's state.
5	This precious jewel let me keep, And lodge it deep within my heart; At home, abroad, awake, asleep, It never shall from thence depart.

HYMN 11. Fourth Part. L.M.
Jesus the only Saviour.

1	JESUS, the spring of joys divine, Whence all our hopes and comforts flow: Jesus, no other name, but thine, Can save us from eternal woe.
2	In vain would boasting reason find The way to happiness and God; Her weak directions leave the mind Bewilder'd in a dubious road.
3	No other name will heav'n approve; Thou art the true, the living way,