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. 2 Thou waiteft to be gracious ftill;
Thou doft with finners bear,
And all thy grace declare.
To ev'ry soul abound :
Where all our thoughts are drown'de 4 Its streams the whole creation reach,
So plenteous is the store;
Enough for evermore!
A rock that cannot move :
Thy conftancy of love!
· Upalterably sure;
This goodness must endure.
i Hait, happy day, a day of holy reft!
When faints assemble, and on dainties feast;
Opens his stores, and entertains his friends.
And matchless mercy is becoming God. ? This made thee leave thy royal feat above,
And veild the God, to manifeft his love ;
Made thee in form of fintul Aesh appear,
Thy crcatures' rage, and Father's wrath to bear. A A vile and cruel death this made thee die;
Thy precious blood was spilt my bliss to buy ; Wrath to appeare, my furious foes controul,
And from eternal ruin save my soul. s Amazing ftoop of majesty divine !
Here love doth in its utmost luftre fhine;
And may whole soul with holy rapture fire. 6 What heart the pow'rful influence can withstand,
Or who refuse to bow to Love's command?
And tear each rival passion from my heart;
Tho'once I pierc'd-I'll grieve my God no more. $ Thus I resolve, but mine's a fickle heart;'
To keep it firm, thy mighty aid impart; Breathe on my soul, and holy love infpire, Help to perform, then what thou wilt require.
I LORD, in the strength of grace,
With a glad heart and free,,
I consecrate to thee.
Restore to thee thy own:
To serve my God alone.
.:,.. HYMN CXXVIII., ;'
Or this world's vain liore.
A country I've found
Where true joys abound,
2. The Buts that believe
* In paradise live, And me in that number will Jesus receive :
My soul, don't delay,
He calls thee away,
What he can befow,
** None guesses how wond'rous my journey will prove..
44. Great fpoils I thall win,
And when I'm to die,
Receive ine, I'll cry,
We two are to join'd,
So this is the racer
I'm running thro' grace, Henceforth till admitted to see my Lord's face. 6 And now I'm in caré,..
My neighbours may share These blessings--to feel thea will none of you dare?
In bondage, 0 why,
And death will you lie, When one here assures you free grace is so nigh? .
HYMN Cxxix. i And must this body die,
This well-wrought frame decay?
Lie mould'ring in the clay?. 2 Corruption, earth, and worms
Shall but refine this felh,
To put it on afresh. ,
And ever from the skies
Till he thall bid it rise. 4 Array'd in glorious grace
Shall these vile bodies sine,
Be heav'nly and divine.
Lord, to thy dying love ;
And fing thy grace above!
Of these our humble fongs,
With our immortal tongues.
i Far above yon glorious ceiling
Of the azure-vaulted sky,
To the fplendid troops on high.
Hoft seraphic, humbly bowings
At his footitool profrate fall;
God in Christ their all in all.
Of a fancy'd heav'n below,
How our souls would long to go!
All its vanities subside; i ;
Are its bofours, pleasure, pride. 3 From the general confiagration
We mall to its refuge fly,
Live in Clirist, in Jesus die.'
All his blefledness Tould prove;
Perfected in ipotless love."
When the full reward is givinj
Jerus takes his church to leavini
A mortal sall alham'd of thee?