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Hymn 46.

C. М.

GOD of all grace and majesty,
Supremely great and good,
If I have mercy found with thee,
Through the atoning blood:
The guard of all thy mercies give,
And to my pardon join
A fear, lest I should ever grieve
Thy gracious Spir't divine.

2 If mercy is indeed with thee,
May I obedient prove,
Nor e'er abuse my liberty,
Or sin against thy love:
This choicest fruit of faith bestow
On a poor sojourner;
And let me pass my days below
In humbleness and fear.

3 Still may I walk as in thy sight,
My strict Observer see;
And thou by rev'rent love, unite
My child like heart to thee:
Still let me, till my days are past,

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At Jesu's feet abide:
So shall he lift me up at last,
And seat me by his side.

Hymn 47.

I WANT

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a principle within,

Of jealous, godly fear,

A sensibility of sin,

A pain to feel it near.

2 That I from thee no more may part,
No more thy goodness grieve,
The filial awe, the fleshy heart,
The tender conscience give.

3 Quick as the apple of an eye,
O God, my conscience make,
Awake my soul when sin is nigh,
And keep it still awake..

4 If to the right or left I stray,
That moment, Lord, reprove,
And let me weep my life away,
For having griev'd thy love.

5 O may the least omission pain
My well-instructed soul;
And drive me to the blood again,
Which makes the wounded whole.

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MY

Hymn 48. S. M.

Y God, my life, my love,
To thee, to thee I call;
I cannot live if thou remove,
For thou art all in all.

2 Thy shining grace can cheer
This dungeon where I dwell:
'Tis paradise when thou art here,
If thou depart, 'tis hell.

3 The smilings of thy face,
How amiable they are!
'Tis heaven to rest in thine embrace,
And no where else but there.

4 To thee, and thee alone,

The angels owe their bliss;
They sit around thy gracious throne,
And dwell where Jesus is.

5 Not all the harps above

Can make a heavenly place,
If God his residence remove,
Or but conceal his face.

• Nor earth, nor all the sky,
Can one delight afford:
No, not one drop of real joy,
Without thy presence, Lord.
7 Thou art the sea of love,

Where all my pleasures roll :
The circle where my passions move,
And centre of my soul.

$ To thee my spirits fly
With unfinite desire:
And yet how far from thee I lie!
O Jesus, raise me higher.

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Hymn 49. L. М.

11 THIRST, thou wounded Lamb of God,
To wash me in thy cleansing blood;
To dwell within thy wounds; then pain
Is sweet, and life or death is gain.

2 Take my poor heart, and let it be
For ever clos'd to all but thee!
Seal thou my breast, and let me wear
That pledge of love for ever there.

3 How blest are they who still abide,
Close shelter'd in thy bleeding side!
Who life and strength from thence derive,
And by thee move, and in thee live.

4 What are our works but sin and death,
Till thou thy quick'ning Spirit breathe?
Thou giv'st the power thy grace to move,
O wond'rous grace! O boundless love!

5 How can it be, thou heavenly King, That thou shouldst us to glory bring; Make slaves the partners of thy throne, Deck'd with a never-fading crown?

6 Hence our hearts melt, our eyes o'erflow, Our words are lost, nor will we know, Nor will we think of aught beside, "My Lord, my love is crucified."

7 Ah! Lord, enlarge our scanty thought,
To know the wonders thou hast wrought,
Unloose our stamm'ring tongues to tell
Thy love immense, unsearchable!

8 First-born of many brethren, thou,
To thee, lo! all our souls we bow:
To thee our hearts and hands we give:
Thine may we die, thine may we live.

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Hymn 50. P. М.

AVIOUR, the world's and mine,

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Thou my pain, my curse hast took,

All my sius were laid on thee;

Help me, Lord, to thee I look;

Draw me, Saviour, after thee.

2 To love is all my wish,
I only live for this;
Grant me, Lord, my heart's desire,
Ever there by faith to dwell;
This I always will require,

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Thee and only thee to feel.

3 Thy power I pant to prove,
Rooted and fix'd in love;
Strengthen'd by thy Spirit's might,
Wise to fathom things divine;

What the length, and breadth, and height,

What the depth of love like thine.

4 Ah! give me this to know,

With all thy saints below;
Swells my soul to compass thee;
Gasps in thee to live and move:

Fill'd with all the Deity,

All immers'd and lost in love

Hymn 51. C. М.

1 JESUS, thou all-redeeming Lord, Thy blessing we Open the door to preach thy word, implore, The great effectual door. 2 Gather the outcasts in, and save From sin and Satan's power! And let them now acceptance have, And know their gracious hour. 3 Lover of souls, thou know'st to prize What thou hast bought so dear: Come then, and in thy people's eyes, With all thy wounds appear.

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