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My feeble mind transform.
And, perfectly renew'd,
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A worm exalt to God.

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HYMN LXX

HE thing my God doth hate,
That 1 no more may do,

Thy creature, Lord, again create,
And all my foul renew;

My foul fhall then, like thine,
Abhor the thing unclean,
And fanctify'd by love divine,

For ever ceafe from fin.
That bleffed law of thine,
Jefu, to me impart ;"

Thy fpirit's law of life divine,
O write it in my heart!
Implant it deep within,

Whence it may ne'er remove

The law of liberty from fin,

The perfect law of love.

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Thy nature be my law,

Thy spotless fan&tity,

And sweetly ev'ry moment draw

My happy foul to thee:
Soul of my foul remain,
Who didft for all fulfil;

In me, O Lord, fulfil again
Thy heav'nly Father's will.

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HYMN LXXI.

FOR a heart to praise my God,
A heart from fin fet free!

A heart that always feels thy blood
So freely fpilt for me!

2 A heart refign'd, fubmiffive, meek,
My great Redeemer's throne;
Where only Chrift is heard to speak,
Where Jefus reigns alone.

3 O for a lowly contrite heart,
Believing, true, and clean,

Which neither life nor death can part
From him that dwells within.

4 A heart in ev'ry thought renew'd,
And full of love divine!

Perfect, and right, and pure, and good.
A copy, Lord, of thine.

5 Thy tender heart is ftill the fame,
And melts at human woe; '.
Jefu, for thee distrest I am;

I want thy love to know.

6 My heart, thou know'st can never rest
Till thou create my peace,
Till of my Eden repoffefs'd,
From ev'ry fin I ccafe.

7 Fruit of thy gracious lips, on me
Beftow that peace unknown,
The hidden manna, and the tree
Of life and the white ftone.

8 Thy nature, gracious Lord, impart,
Come quickly from above;
Write thy new name upon my heart,
Thy new, bleft name of love.

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HYMN LXXII.

THOU hidden love of God, whofe height,

Whofe depth unfathom'd no man knows ; I fee from far thy beauteous light,

Inly I figh for thy repose:

My heart is pain'd, nor can it be
At reft till it finds reft in thees

2 Thy fecret voice invites me ftill

The fweetness of thy yoke to prove:
And fain I would, but though my will

Seems fixt, yet wide my paffions rove ;
Yet hindrances itrew all the way
I aim at thee, yet from thee ftray.
3 'Tis mercy all, that thou haft brought
My mind to feek her peace in thee!
Yet while I feek, but find thee not,

No peace my wand'ring foul fhall fee:
O when shall all my wand'rings end,
And all my steps to thee-ward tend?
4 Is there a thing beneath the fun

That strives with thee my heart to share? Ah! tear it thence, and reign alone

The Lord of ev'ry motion there!
Then shall my heart from earth be free,
When it hath found repofe in thee.
5 Each moment draw from earth away

My heart, that lowly waits thy call:
Speak to my inmoft foul and fay,

"I am thy Love, thy God, thy All!" To feel thy pow'r, to hear thy voice, To tafte thy love be all my choice.

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HYMN LXXIII.

YE happy finners hear

The pris'ner of the Lord,
And wait, till Chrift appear

According to his word;

Rejoice in hope, rejoice with me,
We shall from all our fins, be free.

2 The Lord our righteoufnefs
We have long fince receiv'd;
Salvation nearer is

· Than when we first believ'd ;

Rejoice in hope, rejoice with me,
We fhall from all our fins be free.

3 In God we put our trust;
If we our fins confefs,
Faithful he is and juft,

From all unrighteousness

To cleanfe us all, both you and me; We fhall from all our fins be free, 4 Surely in us the hope

Of glory fhall appear;
Sinners, your heads lift up,
And fee redemption near;
Again I fay rejoice with me,
We fhall from all our fins be free,
5 Who Jefu's fufferings share,
My fellow-pris'ners now,
Ye foon the wreath fhall wear
On your triumphant brow;
Rejoice in hope, rejoice with me.
We fhall from all our fins be free.
6 The word of God is fure,

And never can remove,
We shall in heart be pure,
And perfeectd in love:
Rejoice in hope, rejoice with me,
We fhall from all our fins be free.

7 Then let us gladly bring

Our facrifice of praise,

Let us give thanks, and fing,
And glory in his grace;

Rejoice in hope, rejoice with me,

We fhall from all our fins be free.

HYMN LXXIV.

FOR ever here my rest shall be,

Close to thy bleeding fide;
This all my hope, and all my plea,
For me the Saviour dy'd!

2 My dying Saviour and my God,
Fountain for guilt and fin,
Sprinkle me ever with thy blood,

And cleanfe, and keep me clean.

3 Wash me, and make me thus thine own Wath me, and mine thou art;

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Wafh me, but not my feet alone,
My hands, my head, my heart.
4 Th' atonement of thy blood apply,
Till faith to fight improve;
Till hope in full fruition die,
And all my foul be love.

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HYMN LXXV.

Jesu, my life, thyfelf apply,

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Thy Holy Spirit breathe;
My vile affections crucify,

Confirm me to thy death.

2 Conqueror of hell, and earth, and fin,
Still with thy rebel strive:
Enter my foul, and work within,
And kill and make alive!

3 More of thy life, and more I have,
As the old Adam dies:
Bury me, Saviour, in thy grave,
That I with thee may rife.

4 Reign in me, Lord, thy foes controul,
Who would not own thy fway;
Diffufe thine image through my foul,
Shine to the perfect day.

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