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Love never dies, but lives and fings,
When faith and hope fhall ceafe ;
'Tis love fhall ftrike our joyful ftrings
In the sweet realms of blifs.

When join'd to that harmonious throng,
Which fill the choirs above,
Then fhall we tune our golden harps,
And ev'ry note be love.

JE

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ESUS, I love thy charming name,
'Tis mufic to my ear;

Fain would I found it out fo loud,
That earth and heav'n might hear.
Yes, thou art precious to my faul,
My transport and my truft!
Jewels to thee are gaudy toys,
And gold is fordid duft.

All my capacious pow'rs can with
In thee doth richly meet;
Nor to my eyes is light fo dear,
Nor friendship half so sweet.

Thy grace fhall dwell upon my heart,
And fhed its fragrance there;
The nobleft balm of all its wounds,
The cordial of its care.

I'll fpeak the honors of thy name,
With my laft lab'ring breath;
And dying, clafp thee in my arms,
The antidote of death.

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217. C. M.

not I love thee, O

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Another.

Lord?

Behold my heart, and fee;

And turn each curfed idol out,

That dares to rival thee.

Do not I love thee from my foul?
Then let me nothing love :
Dead be my heart to ev'ry joy,
Which God does not approve.
Is not thy name melodious still
To mine attentive ear?

Doth not each pulfe with pleasure bound
My Savior's voice to hear?

Thou know'ft I love thee, dearest Lord :
But O! I long to foar

Far from this fphere of mortal joys,
That I may love thee more.

218. C. M. Another.

BLESS'D Jefus ! when my foaring thoughts.

O'er all thy graces rove,

How is my foul in tranfport loft

In wonder, joy, and love,

Not fofteft ftrains can charm mine ears

Like thy beloved name;

Nor aught beneath the fkies infpire

My heart with equal flame.

Where'er I look, my wand'ring eyes
Unnumber'd bleffings fee;

But what is life, with all its bliss,
If once compar'd to thee?

breaft?

Haft thou a rival in my
Search, Lord, for thou canst tell
If aught can raise my paflions thus,
Or please my foul fo well
No, thou art precious to my heart,
My portion and my joy:
For ever let thy boundless grace
My fweeteft thoughts employ.

When nature faints,

around my bed

Let thy bright glories fhine, And Death fhall all his terrors lofe In raptures fo divine.

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Defiring to know and love Chrift more,

HOU lovely fource of true delight,

THO
Whom I unfeen adore;

Unveil thy beauties to my fight,
That I may love thee more.

Thy glory o'er creation shines ;
But in thy facred word

I read, in fairer brighter lines,
My bleeding, dying Lord.

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'Tis here, whene'er my comforts droop,
And fin and forrow rife,

Thy love with cheerful beams of hope
My fainting heart fupplies.

But ah! too foon the pleasing scene
Is clouded o'er with pains'

My gloomy fears rife dark between, w
And I again complain.

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Jefus, my Lord, my life, my light,
O come with blissful ray;
Break radiant thro' this fhade of night,
And chafe my fears away.

Then fhall my foul with rapture trace
The wonders of thy love;
But the full glories of thy face
Are only known above.

220.

Sevens.

MADAN'S Col.

Brotherly Love.

JE

ESUS, Lord, we look to thee;
Let us in thy name agree;

Shew thyfelf the prince of peace,
Bid all jars for ever cease:

By thy reconciling love,
Ev'ry ftumbling-block remove,
Each to each do thou endear,
Come and spread thy banner here.
Make us of one heart and mind,
Courteous, pitiful, and kind;
Free from anger and from pride,
Let us thus in thee abide.

Let us for each other care,
Each his brother's burthen bear;
To thy church the pattern give,
Shew how true believers live:

Let us then with joy remove
To thy family above;
On the wings of angels fly,
Shew how true believers die..

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221. C. M. SWAIN.

Another.

TOW fweet, how heav'nly is the fight
When thofe that love the Lord,

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In one another's peace delight,

And fo fulfil his word.

When, each can feel his brother's figh,
And with him bear a part;
When forrow flows from eye to eye,

And joy from heart to heart.

When, free from envy, fcorn, and pride, Our wishes all above,

Each can a brother's failing hide,

And fhew a brother's love.

When love, in one delightful ftream,
Thro' ev'ry bofom flows;

When union fweet, and dear esteem,
In ev'ry action glows..

Love is the golden chain, that binds
The happy fouls above;

And he's an heir of heav'n, that finds
His bofom glow with love.

222. S. M.

Beddome,

Chriftian Love.

ET party names no more

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The Chriftian world o'erfpread ; Gentile and Jew, and bond and free, Are ONE in Chrift their Head.

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