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Now, now the farther grace bestow,
And let my fprinkled confcience know
Thy fweet forgiving love.

3 Short of thy love I would not stop,
A ftranger to the gofpel hope,
The fenfe of fin forgiv'n:

I would not, Lord, my foul receive,
Without thy inward witness live,
That antepaft of heav'n.

4 If now the witnefs were in me,
Would he not teftify of thee,
In Jefus reconcil'd?

And thould I not with faith draw nigh,
And boldly Abba, Father, cry,
"I know thyfelf my child?
5 Ah! never let thy fervant rest,
Till of my part in Chrift poffeft,
I on thy mercy feed:
Unworthy of the crumbs that fall,
Yet rais'd by him who dy'd for all,
To eat the children's bread.

6 Whate'er obftructs thy pardoning love,
Or fin, or fighteoufnefs remove,
Thy glory to difplay;

Mine heart of unbelief convince,
And now abfolve me from my fins,
And take them all away.

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HYMN CXIV.

THAT I may walk with God,
Jefus, my companion be!

Lead me to thy bleft abode,

Thro' the fire, or thro' the fea.
Join'd to thee by humble love,
Nothing I defire besides,
Only let me never move,
Never ftir without my guide.

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HYMN CXV.

Jesus, the all-fuftaining word,
My fallen fpirit's hope,
After thy lovely likeness, Lord,
O when fhall I wake up?

2 Thou, O my God, thou only art
The life, the truth, the way!
Quicken my foul, instruct my heart,
My finking footsteps stay.

3 Of all thou haft in earth below,
In heav'n above to give,
Give me thine only felf to know,
In thee to walk and live.

4 Fill me with all the life of love,
In myftic union join

Me to thyfelf, and let me prove
The fellowship divine.

5 Open the intercourfe between
My longing foul and thee,
Never to be broke off again,
Thro' all eternity.

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HYMN CXVI.

How vain are all things here below,

How falfe, and yet how fair!
Each pleasure hath its poifon too,
And ev'ry fweet a fnare.

The brightest things below the sky
Give but a flatt'ring light;

We should fufpect fome danger nigh,
Where we poffefs delight.

3 Our dearest joys, and nearest friends, The partners of our blood,

How they divide our wav'ring minds,
And leave but half for God,

4 The fondness of a creature's love,
How ftrong it ftrikes the sense;
Thither the warm affections move,
Nor can we call 'em thence.

5 Dear Saviour, let thy beauties be
My foul's eternal food;

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And grace command my heart away
From all created good.

REJOICING.

COME,

HYMN CXVII.

ye that love the Lord,
And let your joys be know!

Join in a fong with fweet accord,
While yé furround his throne:
Let thofe refufe to fing

Who never knew our God;
But fervants of the heav'nly King
May fpeak their joys abroad.

2 The God that rules on high,
That all the earth furveys,
That rides upon the ftormy fky,
And calms the roaring feas:
This awful God is ours,

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,
And never, never fin;

There, from the rivers of his grace,
Drink endless pleasures in.

Ye and before we rife

To that immortal ftate,

The thoughts of fuch amazing blifs
Should conftant joys create.

4 The men of grace have found
Glory begun below;

Celestial fruit on earthly ground

From faith and hope may grown
Then let our fongs abound,

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

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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,"

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One church above, beneath,,
Though now divided by the fream,
The narrow ftream of death:

One army of the living God,

To his command we bow;

Part of his hoft hath crofs'd the flood,
And part is croffing now.

Ten thoufand to their endless home

This folemn moment fly:

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His militant, embodied hoft,
With wishful looks we stand,
And long to fee that happy coast,
And reach the heav'nly land.
4 Our old companions in distress
We hafte again to fee,

And eager long for our release
And full felicity.

Even now by faith we join our hand
With those that went before,
And greet the blood-besprinkled bands
On the eternal fhore.

5 Our spirits too shall quickly join,
Like theirs, with glory crown'd,
And fhout to see our Captain's fign,
To hear his trumpet sound.

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O that we now might grasp our guide!
O that the word were given !
Come, Lord of Hofts, the waves divide,
And lands us all in heav'n:

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;
With all his faints I'll join to tell
My Jefus has done all things well,

2 All works his glorious pow'r confeís,
His wifdom all his works exprefs;
But, O his love, what tongue can tell!
My Jefus has done all things well.
3 How fov'reign, wonderful, and free
Has been THIS LOVE to finful me.

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