Now, now the farther grace bestow, 3 Short of thy love I would not stop, I would not, Lord, my foul receive, 4 If now the witnefs were in me, And thould I not with faith draw nigh, 6 Whate'er obftructs thy pardoning love, Mine heart of unbelief convince, HYMN CXIV. THAT I may walk with God, Lead me to thy bleft abode, Thro' the fire, or thro' the fea. I S HYMN CXV. Jesus, the all-fuftaining word, 2 Thou, O my God, thou only art 3 Of all thou haft in earth below, 4 Fill me with all the life of love, Me to thyfelf, and let me prove 5 Open the intercourfe between I HYMN CXVI. How vain are all things here below, How falfe, and yet how fair! The brightest things below the sky We should fufpect fome danger nigh, 3 Our dearest joys, and nearest friends, The partners of our blood, How they divide our wav'ring minds, 4 The fondness of a creature's love, 5 Dear Saviour, let thy beauties be I And grace command my heart away REJOICING. COME, HYMN CXVII. ye that love the Lord, Join in a fong with fweet accord, Who never knew our God; 2 The God that rules on high, Our Father and our love; He will fend down his heav'nly pow'rs To carry us above. 3 There we fhall fee his face, There, from the rivers of his grace, Ye and before we rife To that immortal ftate, The thoughts of fuch amazing blifs 4 The men of grace have found Celestial fruit on earthly ground From faith and hope may grown And ev'ry tear be dry; We're marching thro' Immanuel's ground To fairer worlds on high. HYMN CXVIII. 1 COME, let us join our friends above I That have obtain'd the prize, And on the eagle-wings of love To joy celeftial rife; Let all the faints terrestrial fing With thofe to glory gone; For all the fervants of our King In earth and heav'n are one. 2 One family we dwell in him," 3 One church above, beneath,, One army of the living God, To his command we bow; Part of his hoft hath crofs'd the flood, Ten thoufand to their endless home This folemn moment fly: And we are to the margin come," And we expect to die a^ His militant, embodied hoft, And eager long for our release Even now by faith we join our hand 5 Our spirits too shall quickly join, I O that we now might grasp our guide! HYMN CXIX. He bath done all things well. MARK vii. 37. Now, in a fong of grateful praile To my dear Lord my voice I'll raife; 2 All works his glorious pow'r confeís, |