3. Now, Saviour, now Thyfelf reveal, And ftamp us for Thine own. 4. The Tokens of Thy Dying Love, And feel the Quickning Spirit move, 5. The Cup of Bleffing bleft by Thee, The Bread Thy Myftic Body be, And chear Each languid Heart. 6. The Grace which fure Salvation brings Satiate the Hungry with Good Things, 7. The Living Bread fent down from Heaven Thy Flesh for All the World is given, 8. Now, LORD, on Us Thy Flesh bestow, Till all our Souls are fill'd below With all the Life of GoD. 1. "G After a Journey. LORY to GOD, whofe gracious Care Throughout the Way my Weakness bear, 2. Thou, LORD, haft fav'd both Man and Beast, 3. Still (for I put my Truft in Thee) Cover my Helplefs Head, and be 4. Lead me, till my few evil Years But e'er I leave this Vale of Tears, Pfalm li. 10. Make me a Clean Heart, O GOD, and a right Spirit within me. 1. For an Heart to praise my GOD, z. An Heart refign'd, fubmiffive, meek, 3. An humble, lowly, contrite Heart, Which neither Life nor Death can part 4. An Heart in Every Thought renew'd, And full of Love Divine, renew Perfect Perfect, and right, and pure and good, 5. Thy tender Heart is ftill the fame, JESU, for Thee distrest I am, 6. My Heart, Thou know'ft can never rest, Till of my Eden repoffeft, From Self, and Sin I ceafe. 7. Fruit of Thy gracious Lips, on Me 8. Thy Nature, dearest LORD, impart, Write Thy New Name upon my Heart, 1. A PRAYER for HUMILITY, My Heart, what muft I do! Still my Helplesness pursue ? 2. Vanity, the Serpent-Seed Stealing Stealing on with filent Tread 3. Pleas'd in borrow'd Plumes to shine, Nature arrogates a Share, Mixes in the Work Divine, Bold the Godhead's Form to wear; Proudly in Her Beauty trufts, Heavenly Charms as Hers difplays, Falfely, blafphemously boafts, Varnish'd, deck'd, and hid by Grace. 4. When the Boafted Grace is gone, From the Deep on GOD I cry. 5. O the Strength of Inbred Sin! Who can Vanity subdue? From a Creature all unclean Who can bring a Creature New? 6. O begin the Way prepare: Caft Caft me down, and make me poor, 7. Take my Broken Reeds away, All that keeps me from Thy Breaft: O that I had Wings like a Dove, for then would I flee away, and be at reft. Pfalm lv. 6. "Ο THAT I had the Silver Wings 2. Then would I swiftly fly away 3. JESU, my Hiding-Place, to Thee 4. Full oft in fruitless, fond Defire But |