6 Rais'd by the breath of love divine,
We urge our way with strength renew'd,
The church of the firft-born to join,
We travel to the mount of God;
With joy upon our heads arise,
And meet our Captain in the skies.
• Son of God, if thy free grace
Again hath rais'd me up,
Call'd me ftill to feek thy face,
And give me back my hope:
Still thy timely help afford,
And all thy loving-kindness fhow:
Keep me, keep me, gracious Lord,
And never let me go,
2 By me, O my Saviour, stand
In fore temptation's hour!
Save me with thine out-ftretch'd hand,
And thew forth all thy pow'r:
O be mindful of thy word,
Thy all fufficient grace beflow;
Keep me, keep me, gracious Lord,
And never let me go.
3 Give me, Lord, a holy fear,
And fix it in my heart,
That I may from evil near
With fpeedy care depart,
Sin be more than hell abhorr'd:
Till thou destroy the tyrant foe,
Keep me, keep me, gracious Lord,
And never let me go.
4 Never let me leave thy breaft,
From thee my Saviour, ftrays
Thou art my fupport and reft,
My true and living way,
3 How bleft are they who still abide
Clofe fhelter'd in thy bleeding fide!
Who life and ftrength from thence derive,
And by thee move, and in thee live !
4. What are our works but fin and death,
Till thou thy quick'ning fpirit breathe:
Thou giv'ft the pow'r thy grace to move,
O wond'rous grace, O boundless love!
5 How can it be, thou heav'nly king,
That thou fhould't us to glory bring?
Make flaves the partners of thy throne,
Deck'd with a never-fading crown?
6 Hence our hearts melt, our eyes o'erflow,
Our words are loft; nor will we know,
Nor will we think of ought befide,
"My Lord, my Love is crucify'd.??..
7 Ah! Lord, enlarge our scanty thought
To know the wonders thou haft wrought;
Unloose our stamm'ring tongue to tell
Thy love immenfe, unfearchable!
8 First-born of many brethren thou,
To thee, lo! all our fouls we bow:
To thee our hearts and hands we give;
Thine may we die, thine may we live,
SAVIOUR, the world's and mine,
Was ever grief like thine!
Thou my pain, my curfe haft took,
All my fins were laid on thee:
Help me, Lord, to thee I look,
Draw me, Saviour, after thee.
To love is all my wifh,
I only live for this:
Grant me, Lord, my heart's defire,
There by faith for ever dwell:
This I always will require, it
Thee, and only thee to feel.
Thy pow'r I pant to prove,”
Rooted and fixt in love;
Strengthen'd by thy Spirit's might,
Wife to fathom things divine,
What the length, and breadth, and height,
What the depth of love like thine.
Ah! give me this to know,
With all thy faints below;
Swells my foul to compass thee;
Gafps in thee to live and move,
Fill'd with all the Deity,
All immerft and loft in love.
Esus, thou all-rèdeeming Lord,
Thy bleffing we implore,
Open the door to preach thy word,
The great effectual door.
2 Gather the outcasts in, and fave
From fin and Satan's pow'r!
And let them now acceptance have,
And know their gracious hour.
3 Lover of fouls, thou know'ft to prize
What thou haft bought so dear;
Come then, and in thy people's eyes
With all thy wounds appear !
4 Appear, as when of old confest
The fuff'ring Son of God;
And let them fee thee in thy vest:
But newly dipt in blood.
5 The ftony from their hearts remove,
Thou, who for all haft dy'd,
Shew them the tokens of thy love,
Thy feet, thy hands, thy fide!
6 Thy feet were nail'd to yonder tree,
To trample down their fin
Thy hands they all fretch'd out may see,
To take thy murd'rers in.
7 Thy fide an open fountain is
Where all may freely go,
And drink the living ftreams of blifs,
And wash them white as foow.
8 Ready thou art the blood t' apply,
And prove the record true;
And all thy wounds to finners cry,
"I fuffer'd this for you!
GOD, our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come t
Our fhelter from the ftormy bi
And our eternal home;
2 Under the shadow of thy throne
Still may
dwell fecure
Sufficient is thine arm alone,
And our defence is fure.
Before the hills in order food,
Or earth receiv'd her frame,"
From everlasting thou art God,
To endlefs years the fame.
4 A thousand ages in thy fight
Are like an evining gone;er Short as the watch that ends the night, Before the rifing fund
5 The bufy tribes of flesh and blood,
With all their cares and fears,
Are carried downward by the flood,
And loft in following years.
6 Time, like an ever-rolling stream,
Bears all its fons away;
They fly forgotten, as a dream
Dies at the op'ning day.
7 O God! our help in ages paft,
Our hope for years to come,
Be thou our guard while life shall laft
And our perpetual home.
HYMN LII.
COME, let us anew
Our journey pursue,
Roll round with the year,
And never stand still till the master appear!
His adorable will
Let us glady fulfil,
And our talents improve
By the patience of hope, and the labour of love. 2 Our life is a dream,
Our time as a stream
Glides swiftly away,
And the fugitive moment refufes to ftay:
The arrow is flown,'
The moment is gone;
The millennial year
Rufhes on to our view, and eternity's here.
3 O that each in the day
Of his corning may say,
"I have fought my way through,
"I have finish'd the work thou didst give me to do."
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