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HYMN 96. L. M.

Leaving the World.

AREWELL vain world, I must begone,
I have no home nor stay in thee;
I'll take my staff and travel on

Till I a better world can see.

2 Why art thou loth my heart, O why
Dost thou recoil within my breast;
Grieve not but say, farewell, and fly
Unto the ark my dove there's rest.

3 I come my Lord a pilgrim's pace,
Weary and weak I slowly move;
Longing but yet can't reach the place,
The gladsome place of rest above.

4 I come my Lord the floods here rise,
These troubled seas foam nought but mire ;
My dove back to my bosom flies,

Farewell poor world, heav'n's

my

desire.

5 Stay, stay, said earth, whither fond one,

Here's a fair world, what would'st thou have,

Fair world O no, thy beauty's gone,

A heav'nly Canaan Lord I crave.

Thus the ancient trav❜lers thus they, Weary of earth sigh'd after thee; They're gone before, I must not stay, Till I both thee and them may see.

-7 Put on my soul put on with speed,
Though the way be long the end is sweet;

Once more poor world farewell indeed,
In leaving thee my Lord I meet.

HYMN 97. C. M.

Keep Close to Jesus and be safe from harm.

S when the child secure of harms,

A Hangs at the mother's breast;

Safe folded in her anxious arms,
Receiving food and rest.

2 And while through many a painful path,
The trav'ling parents speeds;
The fearless babe with passive faith,
Lies still and yet proceeds.

3 Should some short start his quiet break,
He fondly strives to fling

His little arms about her neck,
And seems to closer cling.

4 Poor child paternal love alone,
Preserves thee first and last;
Thy parent's arms and not thy own,
Are those that hold thee fast.

5 So souls that would to Jesus press,
And hear his secret call;
Must ev'ry fair pretension leave,
And let the Lord be all.

6 Keep close to me thou helpless sheep,
The shepherd softly cries;
Lord tell me what 'tis close to keep,
The list'ning sheep replies.

7 Thy whole dependence on me fix,

Nor entertain a thought,

Thy worthless schemes with mine to mix,
But venture to be nought.

8 Fond self direction is a shelf,
Thy strength thy wisdom flee;
When thou art nothing in thyself,
Then thou art close to me.

HYMN 98. L. M.

The superlative love of a Redeemer.

my

NOME let me love or is mind
Hard'ned to stene or froze to ice;

I saw the blessed fair one bend,

And stoop t'embrace me from the skies.

2 O'tis a thought would melt a rock,
And make a heart of iron move,
That those sweet lips, that heav'nly look,
Should seek and wish a mortal's love.

3 I was a traitor doom'd to fire,
Bound to sustain eternal pain;
He flew on wings of strong desire
Assum'd my guilt and took my chain.

4 Did ever pity stoop so low?

Dress'd in divinity and blood;
Was ever rebels courted so,
With groans of an expiring God.

-5 Amazing grace, Almighty charms,
Stand in amaze ye whirling skies;
Jesus the God with naked arms;
Hangs on a cross of love and dies.

6 Sure I must love, or are my ears
Still deaf, nor will my passions move;
Mine eyes shall melt away to tears ;
This heart shall yield to death or love.

K

L

HYMN 99. C. M.

The presence of God worth dying for.

ORD 'tis an infinite delight,
To see thy lovely face :

To dwell whole ages in thy sight,
And feel thy vital rays.

2 Thy way is to the upright strength,
Lord make it so to me,

That never tiring with the length,
My soul may reach to thee.

3 Now let me rise and join their song,
And be an angel too;

My heart, my hand, my ear, my tongue,
Here's joyful work for you.

4 I would begin the music here,
And so my soul should rise;
Oh for some heav'nly notes to bear
My spirit to the skies.

5 There that love

ye

my

Saviour sit,

There I would fain have place,

Amongst your thrones, or at your feet,
So I might see his face.

6 O may my humble spirit stand;
Amongst them cloth'd in white;
The meanest place at God's right hand,
Is infinite delight.

7 Then shall our love and joy be full,
And feel a warmer flame;
And sweeter voices tune the song
Of Moses and the Lamb.

3 Jesus the Lord their harps employ,

Jesus my love they sing, Jesus the name of all my joys, Sounds sweet on every string.

O may I bear some humble part,
In that immortal song;
Wonder and joy shall tune my heart
And love command my tongue.

R

HYMN 100. C. M.

Zion and the Lamb.

ISE Zion, shine, thy light is come,
The glor'ous day's begun ;

Those beams we see how bright they be,
Dart from the glor'ous sun.

2 Of righteousness that rising is,
The day doth dawn apace ;
Those songs of praise we hear a-days
Of Christ and his free grace,

3 Are tokens, plain the Lamb once slain Is hast'ning to his throne;

The bride doth say come hast a-way,
My dear beloved one.

4 The saints rejoice, the turtle's voice
Is heard within our land:

The hundred forty-four thousand,
Doth on Mount Zion stand.

5 And there they sing to Christ their king, With songs of such a strain ;

That there are none but those alone,
For whom the Lamb was slain,

6 Can learn the song that saints do sing, The song of Moses now