And I hope by thy good pleasure, III. Oh! to grace how great a debtor Prone to leave the God I love; XCIV. Looking to Jefus. P. M. SWE I. 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, III. Love and grief my heart dividing, Prove his wounds each day more healing, XCV. God's amazing condefcenfion. P. M. Sw I. WEET and bleffed are the moments When my foul, with love and wonder, 11: Angels feek to know the reafon, But what was from them concealed 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 XCVI. Rejoicing with forrow. P. M THE I. 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, To Thee, the only ease in pain! 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! |