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2 'Twas the same love that made the feast,
That sweetly forc'd us in;
And perilh'd in our fin.
H Y M N
254: COMPLE ATNESS IN CHRIST.
HA AD I ten thousand gifts beside,
I'd cleave to Jesus crucify'd,
But CHRisT the corner-stone. 2 Poffefiing CHRIST, I all possess; Wisdom, and strength, and righteousness,
And sanctity complete :
And all his justice 'meet.
How strange is the course that a chrif
tian inust steer? How perplext is the path he inuft treaci The hope of his happiness rises from fear,
And his life he receives froin the dead.
2. His faireft pretensions must wholly be
wav'd; And his best resolutions be croft ; Nor can he expect to be perfectly sav'd
Till he find himself utterly loft. 3 When all this is done, and his heart is
affur'd Of the total remission of sins ; When his pardon is fign'd, and his peace
is procurid, From that moment his conflict begins.
HY MN 256
TO THE HOLY GHOST.
Thine inward witness give,
The death by which I live.
Which told his mortal pain,
And broke the rocks in twain. 3 Repeat my dying Saviour's cry
Unto my heart so loud,
“ This was the Son of God."
DESIRING COMMUNION WITH GOD.
Y rising foul with strong desires
To perfect happiness aspires ; With steady steps wou'd tread the road
That leads to heav'ng that leads to GOD. 2 I thirst to drink unmingled love
From the pure fountain-head above;
Empty'd of sin, and full of thee. 3 For thee I pant, for thee I burn:
Art thou withdrawn? Again return;
Thy piercing eye, O God, surveys
The various windings of my ways; Teach me their tendency
to know, And try the paths in which I go. 2 How wild, how crooked have they been?
A maze of foolishness and sin!
3 O turn me back to thee again!
Or I shall search my ways in vain :
And lead me up to Zion's hill.
HĘ B. vi. 17-19. · HOW oft have fin and Satan strove
To rend my soul from thee, my God? But everlasting is thy love,
And Jesus feals it with his blood.
My soul to this dear refuge flies;
While tempefts blow, and billows rise. 3 The gospel bears my spirits up;
A faithful, and unchanging God
H Y M N 260.
GÓD, whose glory fills the sky, Peace on earth to man forgiv’n,
1 Man, the well-belov'd of heayin. i. 2 Sov'reign Father, heav'nly King Hats
Thee we now prefume to fing;
3 Hail, by all thy works ador'd, Hal.
Hail, the everlasting LORD;
HY M N 261.
JOHN xiii, 1.
This God is the God we adore,
Our faithful, unchangeable friend ; Whose love is as great as his pow'r,
And neither knows measure nor end. 2 'Tis Jesus, the first and the last,
Whose Spirit shall guide us safe home; We'll praise him for all that is paft,
And trust him for all that's to come.
A BLESSED GOSPEL.
Left are the souls that hear and know
The gospel's joyful found;
And light their steps surround.
Thro their redeemer's name;
Nor Satan dares condemn.