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3 Had I Gabriel's heav'nly tongue,
He Tou'd ever be my long;
While I view him on the tree ;
To my soul exceeding fair. 5 Other lovers I despise ;
Mine is gone beyond the skies :
6 How, my LORD, shall I set forth,
All thy dignity and worth!
Half thy love, or half thy praise. 7 From thy fulness me supply
Of thy grace to testify,
What is tafted in thy love. 8 Soul and body, sink with shame,
While I thee, my Saviaur, name;
Love divine, how sweet thou art !
All taken up by thee?
The love of CHRIST fo free.
In each poor longing heart!
Be mine this better part, 3
O that we cou'd for ever fit
Be this our happy choice!
To hear the Bridegroom's voice. 4 Thy only love may we require, Nothing on earth beneath desire,
Nothing in heav'n above:
Give us thy precious love.
HY MN 114
1 John iv. 16. LATTER PAR T.
Joy of heav'n, to earth come down !
Enter ev'ry longing heart !
Into ev'ry troubled breast !
Set our hearts at liberty.
Let us all thy life receive !
4 Finish then thy new creation,
Pure, unspotted may we be ;
115 GOD THE ONLY REFUGE IN TROUBLE..
D EAR Refuge of my weary soul,
On thee when sorrows rise,
My fainting hope relies. 2 While hope revives, tho'press’d with fears,
And I can say my God,
And pour my woes abroad.
For thou alone canst heal ;
For ev'ry pain I feel. 4 But O! when gloomy doubts prevail,
I fear to call thee mine;
And all my hopes decline.
5 Yet, gracious God, where shall I flee,
Thou art my only truft?
. Tho' proftrate in the dust.
And shall I seek in vain ?
Be deaf when I complain?
Attends the mourner's prayer;
To breathe my sorrows there. 8 Thy mercy-fear is open stil;
Here let my soul retreat,
And wait beneath thy feet.
HY MN 116.
CHRIST A SU E GUID'E.
me, O thou great JEHOVAH, Pilgrim, through this barren land; I am weak, but thou art mighty,
Hold me with thy pow'rful hand : Bread, of heav'n, Bread of heav'n, Feed me till I want no more.