Hymn 370 - "Jesus, of Thee we ne'er would tire;"

 Jesus, of Thee we ne'er would tire;

The new and living food

Can satisfy the heart's desire

Of those redeemed by blood.

If such the happy midnight song

Our prisoned spirits raise,

What are the joys that cause, ere long,

Eternal bursts of praise!

To look within and see no stain,

Abroad no curse to trace;

To shed no tears, to feel no pain,

But see Thee face to face;

To find each hope of glory gained,

Fulfilled each precious word;

And fully all to have attained

The image of our Lord;—

O may Thy Spirit help us still,

In this bright hope, to be

More subject to the Father's will,

E'en now much more like Thee.