HYMN 89.

TRUE FAITH

Love, thou bottomlefs abyss !
My fins are swallow'd

up

in chees Cover'd is my unrighteousness,

From condemnation I am free;
Whilst Jesu's blood thro' earth and skies,

Mercy, free boundless mercy! cries. 2 With faith I plunge me in that sea ;,

Here is my hope, my joy, my rest?
Hither, when hell assaults, I fee :

I look into my Saviour's breast..
Away, sad doubts and anxious fear,

Mercy is all that's written there. 3 Tho' waves and storms go o'er my head,

Tho' strength, and health, and friends
be

gone;
Tho'joys be wither'd all and dead,

Thom ev'ry comfort be withdrawn:
Stedfalt on this my soul relies,

Father, thy mercy never dies !
4. Fixt on this ground wou'd I remain,

Tho' my heart fail, and Aesh decay);
This anchor Ihall my soul fustain,

When earth's foundations melt away :: Mercy's full pow'r I then shall prove,, Lov'd with an everlasting love...

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FOR THE SPIRIT OF ADOPTION,

I

FATI
ATHER, (if thou my Father art)

Send forth the Spirit of thy Son ;
Breathe him into my panting heart,
: And make the know'as I am known
Make me thy conscious child, "that I

May Father, Abba, Father, cry!
2 O that the Comforter wou'd come,

Nor visit as á transient gueft;
But fix in me his constant home,
• And keep poffeffion of my breast

1 And make my fogchis'lov'd abode,

The temple of th' in-dwelling God? 3 Come, holy Ghoft, my soul inspire,

Attest that I am born again;
Come and baptize me, Lord, with fre,

Nor let thy former gifts be vain
O grant the Tenfe of fin forgivin,

O grant the earnest of my heaven.
40 give tho indisputable seal,
That ascertains the kingdom'mine!

1 That pow'rful ftamp I long to feel,

The fignature of love divine:
Olhed it in my heart abroad,
Fulness of love, of heav'n, of God!

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A PRAYER FOR GRACE,

I AH! Lord, how faithless is my heart,

How very apt from thee to stray ! Just like a broken bow I start,

And nature strives to bear the sway : Was ever one fo vile, so bleft!

So foul, yet by the Lamb caress'd ! 2 Forbid, O LORD, each vain desire,

And bind my passions to thy cross;
Quench all the sparks of nature's fire,

And bid me count my gain but lofs :
LORR JESUS, tear eah idol down,

And Itablish in my scart thy throne. 3 O let thy grace wipe off my tears,

And fpeak the tempeft to a calm:
O warm my heart, and charm my fears,

Be thoy a never-failing balm;
The maladies of fin remove,

And fill my foul with heav'nly love. 4 Henceforth I'd ferve thee, if thou'lt pleafe

To gird me with an heav'nly pow'r;
I'd sing the glories of thy grace,

Till all my pilgrimage be o'er :
With hallow'd fire inspire my tongue,
And love shall be my endless song,

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92. CREATION AND REDEMPTION,

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G Ive to our God immortal praise !

Mercy and truth are all his ways; Wonders of grace to God belong,

Repeat his mercies in your song. 2 Give to the Lord of lords renown,

The King of kings with glory crown ; His mercies ever shall endure,

When lords & kings are known no more. 3 He built the earth, he spread the sky,

And fixt the starry lights on high :
Wonders of grace to God belong,

Repeat his mercies in your song. 4

He fills the fun with morning light, He bids the moon direct the night: His mercies ever shall endure, When suns & moons shall shine no more. 5 He sent his Son with pow'r to save

From'guilt, and darkness, and the grave:
Wonders of grace to God belong,
Repeat his mercies in your song,
6 Thro' this vain world he guides our feet,

And leads us to his heav'nly seat ;
His mercies ever fhall endure,
When this vain world shall be no more.

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93.

AN HAPPY MOMENT.

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AVIOUR, I do feel thy merit,

Sprinkled with redeeming blood;
And my weary, troubled spirit

Now finds reft in thee, my God:
I am safe, and I am happy,

Whilst in thy dear arıns I lie ;
Sin and Satan cannot hurt me,

Whilft the Saviour is so nigh. 2 Now I'll fing of Jesu's merit,

Tell the world of his dear name;
That if any want his Spirit,

He is still the very fame :
He that asketh, foon receiyeth,

He that seeks, is sure to find;
Come, for whosoe'er believeth,

He will never cast behind.
3 Now our Advocate is pleading

With his Father and our God;
Now for us he's interceding,

As the purchase of his blood :
Now methinks I hear him praying,
.:.- Father, fave them, I have dy'd;"
And the Father, answers, saying,

“ They are freely justify'd."