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8. O might We thro' Thy Grace attain
The Faith Thou never wilt reprove,
The Faith that purges Every Stain,
The Faith that always works by LOVE.

9. O might we fee in this Our Day

The Things belonging to our Peace, And timely meet Thee in Thy Way

Of Judgments, and our Sins confess:

10. Thy Fatherly Chaftifements own,
With Filial Aw revere the Rod,
And turn with zealous Háfte, and run
Into the Out-ftretch'd Arms of GOD.

11. Behold Thou ftandeft at the Door, Thou knockest long at every Heart, Ready the Sinner to restore,

And lift the Fallen up Thou art.

12. Thou calleft All Men to repent,
And All Men may obey Thy Call,
They may the Stonieft may relent,
Thy Death hath bought the Grace for All.

13. What Thou haft lent we All may

We All our Talents may improve;

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We need not, LORD, Thy Grace refuse,
Or stop our Ears against Thy Love.

14. Thou haft obtain'd for Us a Power
Thy proffer'd Mercy to embrace,
And All may know their Gracious Hour,

And All may clofe with SAVING GRACE.

PART III,

PART III.

AVIOUR of All, to Thee we bow,

We hear Thy Voice, and open now

Our Hearts to entertain our LORD.

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2. Come in, come in, Thou Heavenly Guest, Delight in what Thyself haft given; On Thy own Gifts and Graces feaft,

And make the Contrite Heart Thy Heav'n.

3. Smell the fweet Odour of our Prayers,
Our Sacrifice of Praise approve,

And treasure up our Gracious Tears,
And reft in Thy Redeeming Love.

4. Beneath Thy Shadow let us fit,

Call us Thy Friend, and Love, and Bride, And bid us freely drink, and eat

Thy Dainties, and be fatisfied.

5. O let us on Thy Fulness feed,

And eat Thy Flesh, and drink Thy Blood, JESU, Thy Blood is Drink indeed, JESU, Thy Flesh is Angels Food.

6. The Heavenly Manna Faith imparts, Faith makes Thy Fulness all our own, We feed upon Thee in our Hearts,

And find that Heaven and Thou art One.

7. An Heaven begun on Earth we feel,
Who conquer in the Glorious Strife,
And pafs o'er Sin, and Earth, and Hell
Triumphant to Eternal Life.

8. The Fullness of Eternal Bliss,
We fhall from Thee receive above,
This the Reward of Conquefts, This
The Crown of All victorious Love.

9. Conqueror of Sin, and Hell, and Death, As Thou the dreadful Fight hast

won, And weareft now th' Immortal Wreath, And fittelt on Thy Father's Throne;

10. So fhalt thou grant to All that fight,
And conquer in Thy mighty Name,
To claim the Kingdom as their Right,
Their Sufferings, and their Crown the fame.

11, Who bore Thy Cross fhall wear Thy Crown, Shall triumph in Thy Victory,

And in Thy Glorious Throne fit down,
And reign in endless Bliss with Thee.

The Spirit, and the Bride fay, Come!

I.

LORD, I believe, Thy Work of Grace

Is Perfect in the Soul,

His Heart is pure, who fees Thy Face,
His Spirit is made whole.

2. From Every Sickness by Thy Word,
From Every fore Disease

Saved, and to Perfect Health restor'd,
To perfect Holiness.

3. He walks in Glorious Liberty,

To Sin Entirely dead,

The Truth, the Son hath made him free,

And he is free indeed.

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4. He lives, when Thou haft fully wrought The Work of Faith with Power,

Upright in Deed, and Word, and Thought
He lives, and fins no more.

5. Throughout his Soul Thy Glories fhine,
His Soul is all renew'd,

And deck'd in Righteoufnefs Divine,
And cloath'd, and fill'd with GOD.

6. In Spirit join'd, and One with Thee,
And purged from all his Stains,
No Wrinkle of Infirmity, *

No Spot of Sin remains.

7. He knows Thee now, as he is known,
Thy Fulness he receives,

Elefh of Thy Flesh, Bone of Thy Bone,
In Thee he ever lives.

8. This is the Reft, the Life, the Peace,
Which all Thy People prove,

Love is the Bond of Perfectness,
And all their Soul is Love.

Thy People are All Sanctified,

And Thou shalt say to me, "Thou art All fair, my Love, my Bride, "There is no Spot in Thee.

10. O joyful Sound of Gofpel-Grace! CHRIST in me fhall appear,

Į, even I fhall fee His Face,

I fhall be Holy here.

11. I fhall from Every Sin be free; (The Word of God is true) Walk before Him, and perfect be, And pure as GoD is pure.

* i.e. fuch Infirmities as David speaks of, Pf. ciii. 3.

12. This Heart fhall be His constant Home;

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I hear His Spirit's Cry,

Surely, he faith, I quickly come,

He faith, and cannot lie.

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The GoD of Truth Himfelf hath fworn: On Him my Soul relies,

My Soul on Wings of Eagles borne,
Shall fly, and take the Prize.

14. The glorious Crown of Righteousness
To me reach'd out I view,
Conqueror thro' Him I foon fhall feize,
And wear it as my Due.

15. The Promis'd Land from Pifgal's Top, I now exult to fee,

My Hope is full (O Bleffed Hope!)
Of Immortality.

16. My flutt'ring Spirit fatigues my Breast,
And fwells, and spreads abroad,
And pants for Everlasting Reft,

17.

And struggles into GOD.

I feel, and know Him now in Part,
His Love my Heart conftrains,

Its near Approach expands my Heart,
And fills with pleasing Pains.

18. He vifits now the Houfe of Clay,
He fhakes His Future Home,

O woudt Thou, LORD, on this glad Day
Into Thy Temple come !

19. With me I know, I feel, Thou art, But this cannot fuffice,

Unless Thou planteft in my Heart

A conftant Paradife.

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