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. 2 Thou waiteft to be gracious ftill;

Thou doft with finners bear,
That far'd we may thy goodness feel,

And all thy grace declare.
2 Thy goodness and thy truth to me,

To ev'ry soul abound :
A vast, unfathomable sea,

Where all our thoughts are drown'de 4 Its streams the whole creation reach,

So plenteous is the store;
Enough for all, enough for each,

Enough for evermore!
5 Faithful, O Lord, thy mercies are !"

A rock that cannot move :
A thousand promises declare

Thy conftancy of love!
6 Throughout the universe it reigns,

· Upalterably sure;
And while the truth of God remains,

This goodness must endure.


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i Hait, happy day, a day of holy reft!

When faints assemble, and on dainties feast;
When all in fimiles the God of grace descends,

Opens his stores, and entertains his friends.
2 Wby, Lord, to man should ft thou such favour

Who Thunn'd thine arms, and fought thine over-

throw ?
Why? but because thy tender bowels now'd,

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;
O let it raise esteem in mortals higher,

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?
I'm conquer'd, Lord, and willingly refign
Myself to thee, to be for ever chine.
7 With every idol now I'll freely part,

And tear each rival passion from my heart;
I'll doom to deach the Gins I lov'd before,

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,,
Myself, my relidue of days, it

I consecrate to thee.
2 Thy ransom'd servant, I ; ;

Restore to thee thy own:
And from this moment live or die ....

To serve my God alone.

.:,.. HYMN CXXVIII., ;'
IO TÉLÉ me no more

Or this world's vain liore.
The time for such trifles with me now is o'er;

A country I've found

Where true joys abound,
To dwell I'm determin'd in that lappy ground.

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,
Rise, follow thy Saviour, and bless the glad day.
3 No mortal coth know

What he can befow,
What light, ftrength, and comfort-go after him, go;
D 'Lo ! onward I move
To a country above; .

** None guesses how wond'rous my journey will prove..

44. Great fpoils I thall win,
i From death; hell, and fin,

'Midst ou:ward aflictions shall feel Christ within :

And when I'm to die,

Receive ine, I'll cry,
For Jesus hath lov'd mė, I cannot tell why.
5 But this I do find,

We two are to join'd,
He'll not live in glory and leave me behind i

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?

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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?
And muft these active limbs of mine

Lie mould'ring in the clay?. 2 Corruption, earth, and worms

Shall but refine this felh,
Till my triumphant spirit comes

To put it on afresh. ,
3 God my Redeemer lives,'

And ever from the skies
Looks down and watches o'er my dut,

Till he thall bid it rise. 4 Array'd in glorious grace

Shall these vile bodies sine,
And ev'ry shape and ev'ry facë

Be heav'nly and divine.
5 These lively hopes we owe,

Lord, to thy dying love ;
O may we bless thy grace below,

And fing thy grace above!
Saviour, accept the praise

Of these our humble fongs,
Till tunes of nobler sounds we raise

With our immortal tongues.


i Far above yon glorious ceiling

Of the azure-vaulted sky,
Jesus fits, his love revealing

To the fplendid troops on high.

Hoft seraphic, humbly bowings

At his footitool profrate fall;
Saints and angels all avowing

God in Christ their all in all.
2 Could we leave our sbblich dreaming

Of a fancy'd heav'n below,
And see Jesu's glory beaning,

How our souls would long to go!
Earth by us would then be pursed,

All its vanities subside; i ;
Fuel, fitting to be burned,

Are its bofours, pleasure, pride. 3 From the general confiagration

We mall to its refuge fly,
Clasp the hope of our Talvation,

Live in Clirist, in Jesus die.'
We in bio our relt regaining,

All his blefledness Tould prove;
O'er our foes victoriouš reigning,

Perfected in ipotless love."
4. We should for this day be waiting,

When the full reward is givinj
When his glorious work coinpleting,

Jerus takes his church to leavini
Pure from ev'ry stain of nature,
. Here in holiness to thine;
Modeli'd like its great Creator,
All'immortal, all divinc. .


I JESUS! and Mall it uyer be, . . .

A mortal sall alham'd of thee?
Scorn'd be the thought by rich and poor,
My soul ft. all scorn it more and more.

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