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And I hope by thy good pleasure,
Safely to arrive at home.
Jefus fought me when a ftranger,
Wand'ring from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger,
Interpos'd his precious blood.

III.

Oh! to grace how great a debtor
Daily I'm constrain'd to be!
Let that grace now, 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, Q take and feal it,
Seal it from thy courts above.

XCIV. Looking to Jefus. P. M.

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WEET the moments, rich in bleffing, Which before the cross I spend; Life and health, and peace poffeffing

From the finners' dying Friend. Here I'll fit, for ever viewing

Mercy's ftreams in ftreams of blood; Precious drops my foul bedewing, Plead and claim my peace with God.

II.

Truly bleffed is this ftation,
Low before his cross to lie;
While I fee divine compaffion
Floating in his languid eye;
Here it is I find my heaven,
While upon the Lamb I gaze;
Love I much? I've much forgiven,
I'm a miracle of grace.

III.

Love and grief my heart dividing,
With my tears his feet I'll bathe:
Conftant ftill in faith abiding,
Life deriving from his death.
May I ftill enjoy this feeling,
In all need to Jefus go;

Prove his wounds each day more healing,
And himself more deeply know.

XCV. God's amazing condefcenfion. P. M.

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WEET and bleffed are the moments
When my Jefus I can fee,
Loft in those divine enjoyments,
Preludes of eternity;

When my foul, with love and wonder,
Shall behold Him as He is ;
On his natures ever ponder,
Sources of my joy and bliss.

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Angels feek to know the reafon,
Why the ever- bleffed God,
Stoop'd to fuffer for our treason,
Cloth'd like us in flesh and blood!
Him, whom lately they furrounded
Like a wretched man they fee;
Gaze aftonish'd and confounded,
At their Maker on the tree.

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But what was from them concealed
Freely Thou to us haft fhewn;
Thou haft now the caufe revealed;
'Twas thy love, and that alone;
That's the fource of ev'ry bleffing
To our ruin'd, wretched race;
Streams of bounty, ftill increasing,
Flow from rich and fov'reign grace.

iv.

'Tis from Thee, my dearest Jefus, All my hope and comfort fprings; I would ever fing thy praises, Glorious Saviour, King of Kings:

Great has been thy condefcenfion
To unworthy, finful me;
Great above my comprehenfion,
Love fupreme, divinely free.

XCVI. Rejoicing with forrow. P. M

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HEE will I love, my ftrength and tow'r, Thee will I love, my joy and crown; Thee will I love with all my pow'r, In all my works, and Thee alone! Thee will I love till the pure fire Fill my whole foul with chafte defire.

II.

Ah! why did I fo late Thee know,
Thee, lovelier than the fons of men!
Ah! why did I no fooner go.

To Thee, the only ease in pain!
Afham'd I figh, and inly mourn
That I fo late to Thee did turn.

III.

In darkness willingly I ftray'd;

I fought Thee, yet from Thee I rov'd; For wide my wand'ring thoughts were spread, Thy creatures more than Thee I lov'd:

And now, if more at length I fee,

'Tis through thy light, and comes from Thee.

IV.

1 thank Thee, uncreated Sun,

That thy bright beams on me have fhin'd: I thank Thee, who haft overthrown My foes, and heal'd my wounded mind; thank Thee, whofe enliv'ning voice Bids my freed heart in Thee rejoice.

V.

Give to my eyes refreshing tears,

Give to my heart chafte, hallow'd fires ; Give to my foul, with filial fears,

The love that all heav'n's holt infpires: That all my pow'rs with all their might In thy fole glory may unite.

VI.

Thee will I love, my joy, my crown!
Thee will I love, my Lord, my God!
Thee will I love, when all does frown
On me, and thorny makes my road.
What though my flesh and heart decay?
Thee fhall I love in endless day.

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