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JESUS fought me when a stranger, Wand'ring from the fold of GOD; He, to rescue me from danger, Interpos'd with precious blood. 3 O! to grace how great a debtor. Daily I'm constrain❜d to be! Let that grace, LORD, like a fetter, Bind my wand'ring heart to thee! Prone to wander, LORD, I feel it ; Prone to leave the GOD I loveHere's my heart, LORD, take and feal it; Seal it from thy courts above!

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HYMN 129.

LONGING AFTER CHRIST.

THOU Shepherd of Ifrael, and mine,
The joy and defire of my heart;

For clofer communion I pine,

I long to refide where thou art :
The pasture I languish to find,

Where all, who their Shepherd obey,
Are fed, on thy bofom reclin'd,

Are fcreen'd from the heat of the day. 2 Ah! fhew me that happiest place, That place of thy peoples abode ; Where faints in an extafy gaze, And hang on a crucify'd GoD:

Thy love for a finner declare,
Thy paffion and death on the tree;
My spirit to Calvary bear,

To fuffer, and triumph with thee. 3 'Tis there with the lambs of thy flock, There only I covet to reft; To lie at the foot of the rock, Or rife to be hid in thy breaft;" 'Tis there I wou'd always abide, And never a moment depart,. Conceal'd in the cleft of thy fide, : Eternally held in thine heart

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HYMN 130.

CHRIST WITHDRAWŃC

What shall I do to retrieve
The love for a seafon bestow'd
'Tis better to die than to live
Exil'd from the prefence of GOD:
With forrow distracted and doubt,
With palpable horror oppreft,
The city I wander about,
And feek my repofe in his breast.

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2 Ye watchmen of Ifrael, declare
ye my Beloved have seen,
point to that heav'nly fair,
Surpaffing the children of men:

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My Lover and LORD from above,
Who only can quiet my pain,
Whom only I languifh to love,
O where fhall 1 find him again?

The joy and defire of mine eyes,
The end of my forrow and woe;
My hope, and my heav'nly prize,
My height of ambition below:
Once more if he fhew me his face,
He never again shall depart,
Detain'd in my closest embrace,
Conceal'd in the depth of my heart.

HYMN

131.

THE PILGRIM'S SON È.

RISE, my foul, and ftretch thy wings,
Thy better portion trace;

Rise from transitory things,

Tow'rds heaven, thy native place :
Sun, and moon, and ftars decay,
Time fhall foon this earth remove;
Rife, my foul, and halte away
To feats prepar❜d above.

2 Rivers to the ocean run,

Nor ftay in all their courfe;
Fire afcending feeks the fun,
Both speed them to their fource:

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So a foul that's born of GOD
Pants to view his glorious face,
Upward tends to his abode,
To reft in his embrace.

3 Ceafe, ye pilgrims, ceafe to mourn,
Prefs onward to the prize;
Soon our Saviour will return,
Triumphant in the fkies:
Yet a season, and you know
Happy entrance will be giv'n,
All our forrows left below,

And earth exchang'd for heav'n.

XHYMN 132.

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ANOTHER.

CHILDREN of the heav'nly King,
As ye journey fweetly fing;

Sing your Saviour's worthy praife,
Glorious in his works and ways!
2 Ye are trav'ling home to GoD,
In the way the fathers trod :
They are happy now, and ye
Soon their happiness fhall fee,
3 O ye banifh'd feed be glad!
CHRIST Our Advocate is made;
Us to fave our flesh affumes,
Brother to our fouls becomes.

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4 Shout, ye little flock and blest,
You on JESU's throne shall reft;
There your feat is now prepar'd,
There your kingdom, and reward.
5 Fear not, brethren, joyful stand
On the borders of your land;
JESUS CHRIST, your Father's Son,
Bids you undifmay'd go on.
6 LORD! obediently we'll go,
Gladly leaving all below
Only thou our leader be,
And we ftill will follow thee!

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HYMN 133.

FLESH AND SPIRIT.

HAT diff'rent pow'rs of grace and fin
Attend our mortal state?
I hate the thoughts that work within,
And do the works I hate..

2 Now I complain, and groan and die,
While fin and Satan reign;

Now raise my songs of triumph high,
For grace prevails again.

3 So darkness struggles with the light,
Till perfect day arise;

Water and fire maintain the fight,
Until the weaker dies.

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