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514 20th P. M. 66, 77, 77.
The willing captive. JESUS, thou art our King! Christ the mighty one art thou;
Help for all on thee is laid : This the word; I claim it now;
Send me now the promised aid. 2 High on thy Father's throne,
O look with pity down! Help, O help, attend my call;
Captive lead captivity:
Christ, be Lord, be King to me!
Tbis my one, my ceaseless prayer-
O set up thy kingdom there!
Pride, and wrath, and every foe,
Conqu’ring and to conquer go. 515
The omnipotence of love.
In me, O Lord, fulfil.
Which cannot ask in vain;
Till I my suit obtain :
3 Till thou into my soul inspire
The perfect love unknown;
Whate'er thou wilt, be done.
Which doth the mountain move;
The' omnipotence of love.
5th P. M. 4 lines 18.
Bid this struggling heart be still;
One forever more with thee!
EEPEN the wound thy hands have mada
Descend to make me whole.
Hath wrought a perfect curo.
3 I see the exceeding broad command,
Which all contains in one: Enlarge my heart to understand
The mystery unknown.
By sweet experience prove
And depth, of perfect lovo. 518
No other good I need :
I shall be free indeed.
Y full redemption bave;
Canst to the utmost save.
Thou wilt redeem my soul : Lord, I believe--and not in vain;
My faith shall make me whole.
With all thy saints shall prove
Of everlasting love. 519
5th P. M. 4 lines 78,
May the world thine image see.
Poor, unfriended, or unknown:
Stay my lieert on thee alone.
3 To thy gracious will resign'd
All tly will by me be done;
of thy well-beloved Son,
May I tread the path he trod;
Rise with him to live with God.
Spirit of power within ;
From sorrow, fear, and sin!
Spirit of health, remove,
Spirit of perfect love.
Which shall my sins consume ; When old things shall be done away,
And all things new become.
That all I do is right,
Well pleasing in thy sight.
To my eterual bliss.
The perfect rest from sin.
A perfect rest froin sin.
2 Thy killing and thy quick’ning power,
Jesus, in me display;
My pride and passion slay.
My soul with saints above,
And sing thy perfect love. 522
The exceeding great reward. HY name to me, thy nature grant!
This, only this be given! Nothing beside my God I want;
Nothing in earth or heaven.
Into my soul descend;
My Author and my End.
No longer be delay'd;
For whom I first was made.
And seal me thine abode; Let all I am in thee be lost,
Let all be lost in God. 523
and grace ! I wait to see thy glorious face;
I seek redemption in thy blood.
The faithful promise I receive :
For thou hast died that I might live.