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Hymn, 73: T.P. 80. Dedham, 64: T.P. 70.

AS pants the hart for cooling streams,

When heated in the chase,

So longs my soul, O God, for thee,
And thy refreshing grace.

2 For thee, my God-the living God,
My thirsty soul doth pine;
O, when shall I behold thy face,
Thou Majesty divine!

3 I sigh to think of happier days,
When thou, O Lord, wast nigh;
When every heart was tuned to praise,
And none more blest than I.

4 Why restless, why cast down, my soul?
Hope still, and thou shalt sing
The praise of him who is thy God,
Thy Saviour, and thy King.

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Balerma, 52: T.P. 89. Evan, 69: T.P. 81.
FOR a closer walk with God,-
A calm and heavenly frame;

A light to shine upon the road
That leads me to the Lamb.

2 Where is the blessedness I knew,
When first I saw the Lord?
Where is the soul-refreshing view
Of Jesus and his word?

3 What peaceful hours I once enjoy'd!"
How sweet their mem'ry still!
But they have left an aching void
The world can never fill.

4 Return, O holy Dove, return,
Sweet messenger of rest:

I hate the sins that made thee mourn,
And drove thee from my breast.

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Golden Hill, 108: T.P. 103. Dennis, 103: T.P. 102.

HOU very-present aid

In suff'ring and distress;

The mind which still on thee is stay'd,

Is kept in perfect peace.

2 The soul by faith reclined
On the Redeemer's breast,
'Mid raging storms, exults to find
An everlasting rest.

3 Sorrow and fear are gone,
Whene'er thy face appears;
It stills the sighing orphan's moan,
And dries the widow's tears.

4 It hallows every cross;

It sweetly comforts me;
Makes me forget my every loss,
And find my all in thee.

5 Jesus, to whom I fly,

Doth all my wishes fill;

What though created streams are dry?
I have the fountain still.

6 Stripp'd of each earthly friend,
I find them all in one:

And peace and joy which never end,
And heaven, in Christ, begun.*

* Charles Wesley was frequently mobbed for preaching the Gospel! In the midst of a mob (March 16, 1740) he sang :

"Shall I, for fear of feeble man,
The Spirit's course in me restrain?"

The above hymn tells the source of his strength.

COMMUNION WITH GOD.

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Concord, 102: T.P. 124.

S. M.

Lisbon, 113: T.P. 125.

OME, ye that love the Lord,

COME

And let your joys be known;
Join in a song with sweet accord,
While ye surround his throne.
Let those refuse to sing

Who never knew our God,
But servants of the heavenly King
May speak their joys abroad.

2 The God that rules on high,
That all the earth surveys,
That rides upon the stormy sky,
And calms the roaring seas;

This awful God is ours,

Our Father and our Love;

He will send down his heavenly powers, To carry us above.

3 There we shall see his face,

And never, never sin;

There, from the rivers of his grace,

Drink endless pleasures in:

Yea, and before we rise

To that immortal state,

The thoughts of such amazing bliss
Should constant joys create.

4 The men of grace have found
Glory begun below :

Celestial fruit on earthly ground

From faith and hope may grow:

Then let our songs abound,
And every tear be dry:

We're marching through Immanuel's ground
To fairer worlds on high.

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87, 87, 87, 87.

Nettleton, 159: T.P. 161. Autumn, 158: T.P. 160.
OME, thou Fount of every blessing,
Tune my heart to sing thy grace:
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some melodious sonnet,
Sung by flaming tongues above:
Praise the mount-I'm fix'd upon it;
Mount of thy redeeming love!
2 Here I'll raise mine Ebenezer;
Hither by thy help I'm come;
And I hope, by thy good pleasure,
Safely to arrive at home.
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wand'ring from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger,
Interposed his precious blood.
3 O! to grace how great a debtor
Daily I'm constrain'd to be!
Let thy goodness, like a fetter,

Bind my wand'ring heart to thee:
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it—*
Prone to leave the God I love;
Here's my heart, O take and seal it;
Seal it for thy courts above.

*The author was at different times Calvinist, Socinian, Baptist, Independent, Methodist; and, lastly, irreligious. His attention having been called to this hymn, he said : I would give a thousand worlds to enjoy the feelings I then had."

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Stephens, 87: T.P. 79. Phuvah, 85: T.P. 100.
ALK with us, Lord, thyself reveal,
While here o'er earth we rove;
Speak to our hearts, and let us feel
The kindling of thy love.

2 With thee conversing, we forget
All time, and toil, and care:
Labour is rest, and pain is sweet,
If thou, my God, art here.

3 Here then, my God, vouchsafe to stay, And bid my heart rejoice;

My bounding heart shall own thy sway, And echo to thy voice.

4 Thou callest me to seek thy face;—
"Tis all I wish to seek;

To' attend the whispers of thy grace,
And hear thee inly speak.

5 Let this my every hour employ,
Till I thy glory see;

Enter into my Master's joy,

And find my heaven in thee.

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Christmas, 58: T.P. 92. Marlow, 76: T.P. 57.
Y God, the spring of all my joys,
The life of my delights,

Με

The glory of my brightest days,
And comfort of my nights :-

2. In darkest shades, if thou appear,
My dawning is begun;

Thou art my soul's bright morning star, And thou my rising sun.

3 The opening heavens around me shine With beams of sacred bliss,

If Jesus shows his mercy mine,
And whispers I am his.