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8 Satan, with all his arts, no more
Me from the Gospel hope can move;
And find the pearl of perfect love.
Shall silence keep before the Lord;
At Jesus' everlasting word.
Close to thy bleeding side;
For me the Saviour died.
Fountain for guilt and sin,
And cleanse and keep me clean.
Wash me, and mine thou art;
My hands, my head, my heart.
Till faith to sight improve;
And all my soul be love.
6th P. M, 6 lines 78.
Lei thy will on earth be done;
2 Vilest of the sinful race,
Lo! I answer to thy call :
Grure divinely free for all;
May to thy great glory live,
All my worls and thoughts receive;
Take my mem'ry, mim, and will;
All I know, and all I feel;
C. M. Longing to be dissolved in love. JESUS Patlu died that I might live,
Might live to God ; In himi eternal life receive,
And be in spirit one.
The gitt unspeakable;
And all thy love to feul.
The perfect bliss to prove; My litiging heart is all on fire
To be dissolved in love. 4 Give me thyself; from every boast,
From every wiah set free; Let all I am in thee be lost,
But give thyself to me.
5 Thy gifts, alas ! cannot suffice,
Unless thyself be given;
And where thou art is heaven.
His sov'reign right assert;
And every loving heart.
Who bought us with a price:
To Christ alone he dies.
Fulfil our bearts' desire;
And in thy cause expire.
To all eternity. 528
20th P. M. 66, 77, n. Panting for the fulness of Deity. SAVIOUR, the world's and mine,
! Thou my puin, iny curse, hast borne ;
All my sins were Inid on thee :
Draw me, Saviour, after thee.
Thee, and only thee to feel.
3 Thy power I pant to prove,
Rooted and fix'd in love; Strengthen'd by thy Spirit's might,
Wise to fathom things divine,
What the depth of love like thine.
With all thy saints below;
Pants in thee to live and move; Filld with all the Deity,
Al immersed and lost in love!
L. M. Thirsting for the fulness of love. I THIRST, thou wounded Lamb of God,
To wash me in thy cleansing blood; To dwell within thy wounds; then pain ls sweet, and life of death is gain. 2 Take my poor heart, and let it be Forever closed to all but thee: Seal thou my breast, and let me wear That pledge of love forever there. 3 How blest are they who still abide Close ebelter'd in thy bleoding side! Who thence their life and strength derive, And by thee move, and in thee Live. 4 What are our works but sin and death, Till thou thy quick 'ning Spirit breathe! Thou giv'st the power thy grace to move O wondrous grace ! O bouindlubs love! 8 How can it be, thou heavenly King, That thou shouldst us to glory bringi Make slaves the partners of thy throne, Deck'd with a never-fading crown!
6 Hence our hearts melt, our eyes o'erflow,
of love amb of 4 ng Blue thes
1st P. M. 6 lines 8s.
Balm of the wounded conscience, come!
My strength and health, my shield and sud;
My joy, my glory, and my crown:
The mystery so long unknown ;
And perfect liberty.
And form my soul anew.