6 Rais'd by the breath of love divine,
We urge our way with strength renew'd,
The church of the first-born to join,
We travel to the mount of God;
With joy upon our heads arife,
And meet our Captain in the fkies.
1 Son of God, if thy free grace
Again hath rais'd me up,
Call'd me ftill tó feek thy face,
And give me back my hope:
Still thy timely help afford,
And all thy loving-kindnefs fhow:
Keep me, keep me, gracious Lord,
And never let me go,
2 By me, O my Saviour, ftand
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 beftow;
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,
My exceeding great reward..
In heav'n above, and earth below: Keep me, keep me, gracious Lord, And never let me go.
LORD, and is thine anger gone?
And art thou pacify'd? After all that I have done,
Doft thou' no longer chide?
Infinite thy mercies are,
Beneath the weight I cannot move
Oh! 'tis more than I can bear,
The fenfe of pard'ning love!
2 Let it ftill my heart constrain,
And all my paffions sway;
Keep me, left Î curn again
Out of the narrow way;
Force my vi'lence to be still,
And captivate my ev'ry thought; Charm, and melt, and change my will, And bring me down to nought.
3 If I have begun once more
Thy fweet return to feel;
If even now I find thy pow'r
Prefent my foul to heal:
Still and quict may I lie,
Nor ftruggle out of thine embrace ;
Never more refift or fly
From thy pursuing grace.
To the cross, thine altar, bind
Me with the cords of love;
Freedom let me never find
From my dear Lord to move:
That I never, never more
May with my much-lov'd Mafter part, To the pofts of Mercy's door
O nail my willing heart.
5 See my utter helplessness,
And leave me not alone;
O preferve in perfect peace,
And feal me for thine own!
More and more thyself reveal,
Thy prefence let me always find
Comfort, and confirm, and heal
My feeble, fin-fick mind,
6 As the apple of an eye
Thy weakest fervant keep;
Help me at thy feet to lie,
And there for ever weep:
Tears of joy mine eyes o'erflow,
That I have an hope of heav'n;
Much of love I ought to know,
For I have much forgiv❜n.
I TREE will I love, my strength, my tow's,
Thee will I love, my jɔy, my crown,
Thee will I love with all my pow'r,
In all my works, and thee alone.
Thee will I love, till the pure fire
Fill my whole foul with chafte defire.
2 Ah! why did I fo late thee know,
Thee, lovelier than the fons of men?
Ah! why did I no fooner go
To thee, the only ease in pain?
Afham'd I figh and inly mourn,
That I fo late to thee did turn.
3 How bleft are they who still abide
Clofe fhelter'd in thy bleeding fide!
Who life and strength 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 spirit 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'ft 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 feanty thought
To know the wonders thou haft wrought;
Unloose our stamm'ring tongue to tell
Thy love immenfe, unfearchable !
8 Firft-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,
HYMN XLIX.
SAVIOUR, the world's and mine,
Was ever grief like thine!
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 with,
I only live for this:
Grant me, Lord, my heart's defire,
There by faith for ever dwell;
This I always will require,.
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, Dɔ DHA
With all thy faints below;
Swells my foul to compafs thee;
Gafps in thee to live and move,
Fill'd with all the Deity,
All immerft and loft in love.
Jesus, thou all-redeeming 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 hast bought fo 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 veft:
But newly dipt in blood.
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