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2 Him Prophet, and King, and Priest, we pro
claim; We triumph and sing of Jesus's name :. Poor idiots he teaches to show forth his
praise, And tell of the riches of Jesus's grace. 3 The wayfaring men, though fools, shall not
Hymn 87. C. M.
He talked with us by the way. Luke xxiv. 32.
VALK with us, Lord, thyself reveal,
Wbile bere o'er earth we rovej
The kindlings of thy love.
All time, and toil, and care;
If thou, my God, art here.
And bid ny heart rejoice;
And echo to thy voice.
'Tis all I wish to seek:
And hear thee inly speak.
3 Let this toy every hour employ,
Till I thy glory see,
Hymn 88. C. M.
Looking unto Jesus. Heb. xii. 2. 1
, On whom my help is laid; Oppress'd by sins, I lift my eye,
And see the shadows fade. 2 Soon as I find myself forsook,
The grace again is given :
Can bring thee down from heaven? 3 Believing on my Lord, I find
A sure and present aid;
Be every moment stay'd.
On thee will I depend,
Hymn 89. P. M. But his delight is in the law of the Lord, and a his law doth he meditate day and night.
Psalm i. 2..
Divinely drawn to follow thee:
Betwixt the mount and multitude:
Our night in praise and pray’r.
Or unimprov'd below;
And only thee to know.
Too short to sing thy praise ;
In everlasting lays.
A bright harmonious throng!
. Christ iir you the hope of glory. Col. i. 27. * ATY Jesus, wy hope, when will he ap
pear, A soul to lift up that waits for him bere, Jn much tribulatiod, in troubles excess, In height of temptation, and depth of dis
tress? 2 0,when shall I see an end of my pain, And triumph in thee, my Saviour, again?
Lord, hasten the hour, thy kingdom bring in,
move, Thy name is salvation, thy nature is love. 4 Thy nature and name my portion shall be, Who humbly lay claim to all things in thee: The days of my mourning and painful dis.
tress, Shall at thy returning eternally cease.
Hymn 91. C. M. The Lord God, merciful and gracious, long
suffering, and abundant in goodness and
truth. Exod. xxxiv. 6.
To him of old allow'd;
Descending on a cloud.
Thine attributes proclaim:
The glories of thy name.
Who gav'st my soul to be! Fountain of being and of power,
Apd great in majesty. 4 The Lord, the mighty God thou art,
But let me ratber prove
"That name inspoken to my beart,
That fav'rite name of love.
In this polluted breast;
Which suits a sinner best.
Our sin implores thy grace,
Our lost, apostate race.
Hymn 92. L. M.
With my soul have I desired thee. Isa. Ixvi.9. 1 VAIN would I go to thee, my God,
Thy mercies, and my wants to tell ; To feel any pardon seal'd in blood:
Saviour, thy love I wait to feel. 2 Freed from the power of cancelld sin,
When shall my soul triumphant prove ? Why breaks not out the fire within,
In fames of joy, and praise, and love? 3 Jesus, to thee my soul aspires;
Jesus, to thee I plight my vows; Keep me from earthly, base desires,
My God, my Saviour, and my spouse. 4 Fountain of all-sufficient bliss,
Thou art the good I seek below: Fulness of joy in thee there is;
Without 'tis misery all, and wo.