The captive flock from hell was freed, IV. Before the Father's awful throne, The purchas'd remnant now demands; V. May we his blood-bought flock rejoice, Then meet Him in the realms of peace. VI. Then fhall our grateful fongs abound, LXXVIII. For fpiritual Strength, 75, SON I, ON of God thy blessing grant, Still fupply my ev'ry want, Tree of life thine influence fhed, With thy fap my spirit feed, II. Tend'reft branch, alas! am I, III, Unluftain'd by Thee, I fall; IV. All my hopes on Thee depend; LXXIX. Panting after God. P. M. ΤΗ 1. HOU hidden love of God, whofe height, Whofe depth unfathom'd no man knows, I fee from far thy beauteous light, And longing figh for thy repose: My heart is pain'd, nor can it be At reft, till it find reft in Thee. II. Is there a thing beneath the fun, That ftrives with thee my heart to share? Ah! tear it thence, and reign alone The Lord of ev'ry motion there: Then fhall my heart from earth be free, When it has found repofe in thee. III. O hide this felf from me, that I No more, but Chrift in me, may live! My vile affections crucify, Nor let one darling luft furvive: In all things nothing may I fee, Nothing defire, or feek, but thee! IV. O love thy fov'reign aid impart, To fave me from low-thoughted care; Chafe this felf-will through all my heart, Through all its latent mazes there: Make me thy duteous child, that I Ceafelefs may Abba, Father cry, Each moment draw from earth away My heart that lowly waits thy call; Speak to my inmost foul, and say, "I am thy God, thy Life, thy All!" To feel thy pow'r, to hear thy voice, To tafte thy love be all my choice! love—be LXXX. Grace. S. M. I. RACE! 'tis a charming found, GRA Heav'n with the echo fhall refound, II. Grace firft contriv'd a way To fave rebellious man; And all the fteps that grace difplay, III. 'Twas grace that wrote my name 'Twas grace that gave me to the Lamb, Who all my forrows took. IV. Grace forc'd my wand'ring feet To tread the heav'nly road; And new fupplies each hour I meet: While preffing on to God. V. Grace taught my foul to pray, And made my eyes o'erflow; 'Twas grace which kept me to this day, And will not let me go. VI. Grace all the work fhall crown, It lays in heaven the top-moft ftone, VII. O let thy grace infpire My foul with ftrength divine! May all my pow'rs to Thee afpire, And all my days be thine. |