Unite my scatter'd Thoughts, and fix
My Love entire on Thee.
IV.

FATHER, thy long-loft Son receive;
SAVIOUR, thy Purchase own;
Bleft COMFORTER, with Peace and Joy,
Thy new-made Creature crown.

HYMN XII.

1 Theff. v. 16. Rejoice evermore.

Tell me no more,

Of this World's vain Store;

The Time for fuch Trifles

With me now is o'er.

II.

A Country I've found,

Where true Joys abound;
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To dwell I'm determin'd
On that happy Ground.

III.

The Souls that believe,
In Paradife live,

And me in that Number

Will JESUS receive.

IV.

My Soul don't delay,
He calls thee away;
Rife, follow thy SAVIOUR,
And blefs the glad Day.
V.

No Mortal doth know,

What He can bestow,

What Light, Strength, and Comfort; Go after Him, go.

VI.

And when I'm to die,
"Receive me," I'll cry,
For JESUS hath lov'd me,
I cannot fay why!
VII.

And now I'm in Care,

My Neighbours may fhare
Thefe Bleffings: To feek them
Will none of you dare?
VIII.

In Bondage, O why!

And Death will you lie,

When One here affures you
Free Grace is fo nigh!

HYMN

HYMN XIV.

I.

ORD and GOD of heav'nly Pow'rs,

LOF

Hallelujah. Their's, and O benignly our's, Hallelujah. Glorious King, let Earth proclaim, Hallelujah. Worms attempt to chaunt thy Name, Hallelujah

II.

Bow thine Ear in Mercy bow, Hallelujah. Hear the World's Atonement Thou, Hallelujah JESUS, in thy Name we pray, Hallelujah. Take, O take our Sins away, Hallelujah.

III.

Thee to laud in Songs divine, Hallelujah.
Angels and Archangels join, Hallelujah.
We with them our Voices raife, Hallelujah.
Echoing thine eternal Praife, Hallelujah.

IV.

Holy, Holy, Holy LORD! Hallelujah.
Live, by Heav'n and Earth ador'd, Hallelujah.
Full of Thee, they ever cry, Hallelujah.
"Glory be to Go, on high,"* Hallelujah.

HYMN XV.

Blind Bartimeus, Luke xviii. 35.

I.

LORD, if now thou paffeft by me,

Stand and call me unto Thee,

Freely, fully, juftify me,

Give me Eyes thy Love to fee;

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* Luke ii. 14.

Love

Love, that brought Thee down from Heaven,
Made my GoD a Man of Grief:
Let it fhew my Sins forgiven;
Help, O help mine Unbelief!
II.

Long I for thy Love have waited,
Begging fat by the Way-fide,
Still I am not new created,
Still I am not fanctify'd.

Thou, O LORD, in great Compaffion,
Haft in Part my Sight reftor'd;
Shew me all thy full Salvation,

Make the Servant as his LORD.

ORD, if Thou the Grace impart,
Poor in Spirit, meek in Heart,

1 fhall as my Mafter be,

Rooted in Humility.

II.

From the Time that thee I know,
Nothing fhall I seek below,

Aim at nothing great or high,
Lowly both in Heart and Eye.

III.

Simple, teachable, and mild,
Chang'd into a little Child,*

Pleas'd with all the LORD provides,

Wean'd from all the World befides.

IV.

FATHER! fix my Soul on Thee,

Ev'ry Evil let me flee.
Mark x. 15.