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DESIRING THE DIVINE PRESENCE.

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E are a garden wall'd around,
Chofen and made peculiar ground

A little spot enclos'd by grace,

Out of the world's wide wilderness. 2 Like trees of myrrh and fpice we stand, Planted by God the Father's hand; And all his fprings in Zion flow, To make the young plantation grow. 3 Awake, O heav'nly Wind, and come, Blow on this garden of perfume; Spirit, divine, defcend and breathe A gracious gale on plants beneath. 4 Make our beft fpices flow abroad, To entertain our SAVIOUR-GOD; And faith and love and joy appear, And ev'ry grace be active here.

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HYMN 18. INVITATION.

1 THE LORD of life and glory ftands, Aloud he cries and spreads his hands; He calls ten thousand finners round, And fends a voice from ev'ry wound.. 2" Attend, ye thirsty fouls, draw near, "And fatiate all your wishes here; í "Behold, the living fountain flows, "In ftreams as various as your woes.

3 "An ample pardon here I give,
"And bid the fentenc'd rebel live;

Shew him my Father's fmiling face, "And lodge him in his dear embrace. 4" I purge from fin's detefted ftain, "And make the crimson white again; "Lead to celeftial joys refin'd, "And lafting as the deathlefs mind.

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"Muft I anew my pity prove? "Witness the words of melting love, "The gufhing tears, the lab'ring breath, "And all thefe fears of bleeding death." 6 O JESU, let me doubt no more, But hear, and wonder, and adore, And panting feek that fountain-head, Whence waters fo divine proceed.

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Still near its ftreams may I be found,
Long as I tread this earthly ground!
Till death fhall make my laft remove,
To dwell for ever in thy love.

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MY HY MIN 19.

THE SAVIOUR'S INVITATION, John vii. 37.

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HE SAVIOUR calls,-let ev'ry ear
Attend the heav'nly found,

Ye doubting fouls, difmifs your fear,"
Hope fmiles reviving round.

2 For ev'ry thirfty, longing heart, Here streams of bounty flow,

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And life and health, and blifs impart,
To banish mortal woe,

Here fprings of facred pleasure rise,
To eafe your ev'ry pain,

(Immortal fountain! full fupplies!)
Nor fhall you thirft in vain.

4 Ye finners, come, 'tis mercy's voice
The gracious call obey;

Mercy invites to heav'nly joys,!
And can you yet delay??

5 Dear SAVIOUR, draw reluctant hearts,
To thee let finners fly,

And take the blifs thy love imparts,"
And drink, and never die.

HYMN 20.

MALACHI IV. 2.

Sun of righteoufnefs, arife,
With healing in thy winge

To my difeas'd, my fainting foul,
Thy free falvation bring

2 All clouds of pride and fin difpel
By thine all-piercing beam;

Lighten mine eyes with faith, my heart
With holy hope inflame.

3 My mind, by thy all quick'ning pow'r, From vile defires fet free,

Unite my scatter'd thoughts, and fix
My love entire on thee.

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4 Father, thy long-loft child receive;
Saviour, thy purchase own;
Bleft Comforter, with peace and joy
Thy waiting creature crown.

HYMN 21. PANTING AFTER GOD.
THou hidden love of God, whofe height,
Whofe depth unfathom'd no man knows;
I fee from far thy beauteous light,
Inly I figh for thy repose:
My heart is pain'd, nor can it be
At reft, till it finds reft in thee.
2 Is there a thing beneath the fun,

That strives with thee my heart to share?
Ah! tear it thence, and reign alone,
The Lord of every motion there:
Then shall my heart from earth be free,
When it has found repofe in thee.

3 O hide this felf from me, that I

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No more, but CHRIST in me may live! My vile affections crucify,

Let not one darling luft furvive: In all things may I nothing fee, Nothing defire, or feek, but thee.

Each moment draw from earth away

My heart, that lowly waits thy call; Speak to my inmoft foul, and fay,

"I am thy love, thy God, thy all !" To feel thy pow'r, to hear thy voice, To taste thy love, be all my choice.

HYMN 22.

A PRAYER FOR FAITH..

1 FATHER, I ftretch my hands to thee,
No other help I know;
If thou withdraw thyfelf from me,,
Ah! whither shall I go?

2 What did thine only Son endure,
Before I drew my breath?

What pain, what labour, to fecure
My foul from endless death!

3 O JESU, could I thus believe,
I now should feel thy pow'r;
Now my poor foul thou would'st receive,
Nor let me wait one hour.

4 Author of faith, to thee I lift
My weary, longing eyes;
O let me now receive that gift!
My foul without it dies!

HYMN, 23.

ISAIAH IX. 2.

LIGHT of those whofe dreary dwelling

Borders on the fhades of death,

Come and by thy love's revealing,
Diffipate the clouds beneath :
The new heav'n and earth's Creator,
In our deepest darkness rife!
Scatt'ring all the night of nature,
Pouring eye-fight on our eyes!