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. Here will I set up my reft,
My fluctuating heart
Shall never more depart:
His wounds for me and open wide;
And Jefus crucify'a!
And pleafure without end;
On fefus to depend;
And ever in his faith abide :
And Jefus crucify'd!
This saving truth to prove !
And depth of Jesu's love!
The bloud by faith alone apply'd;
And Jesus crucify'a!,
I Let ev'ry tongue thy goodness fpeak,
Thou fuväreign Lord of all; i Thy ftrength’ning bands uphold the weak,
And saife the poor that fall.
Or virtue lies distrert
Thou giv'f the mourner reft.
3 The Lord supports our infant days,
And guides our giddy youth!.., ains
And all thy works are truth.
Thou hear'ít thy children cry,
Thy grace is ever night . .!!
From men of heart fincere ; : *
Is join' with holy fear.
And spread.thy fame abroad: si
HYMN. CXXXIX. T
The life of my delights,
And comfort of my nights. I l
My dawning is begun; ista!!
And thou my rising fun. - VUI L..
. If Jesus fhews his mercy mine
And whispers I am his.
At that transporting word,
To see and praise my Lord.
5 Fearless of hell and ghafly death, ;.'
r'd break through every fue
Would bear me conqu`ror through :'; ' HYMN CXL... The daily mercies, O my God,
My waking thonghts employ,..ba And while I meditate on thee
My heart is fill?d with joy.
Soft flumber to my eyes;
When in the morn I risc. 3 Throughout the bufiness of the day," *
Thine arm does me ophold, v . Amidst the terrors of the night,
Thy prefence makes' me bold. 4 Whether in fickness or in health, Y ?
Thy grace døth me fustaia: i... Let me, Q Lord, thy favour hare,
And I halline'er complain.
The frowos of rich or great;
Nor envy all mein ftale.", 102, CA 6 Altkough the fightree bloffor not, IT 0
Nor vineyard yield increases
To joy I will not ceafe.
And crumbled into duft, : Yet still in thee, my only hope,
I will securely truft.
HYMN CXLI.'! · Tut fpacious Armament on high, With all the blue ethereal sky, And Spangled heav'ns, (a shining frame !) Their great Original proclaim. Th'unwearied run from day to day Doth his Creator's pow'r ditplay;." And publishes to ev'ry land The work of an almighty hand. Soon as the evening shades prevail, The moon takes up the wond'rous tale, And nightly to the lift'ning earth Repeats the story of her birth : Whilft all the Itars that round her burn, And all the planets, in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll,..
And spread the truth from pole to pole. 3 What though in folemn filence all !!
Move round the dark terrestrial ball;i
1 The voice of my Beloved fourids,
While o'er the mountain tops be bounds,
Gently doth be cbide my fay,
2 The scatter'd clouds are filed at last,
The rain is gone, the winter past,
Now, with sweetly-pensive moan,
HYMN CXLIII. 1 Harri how the Gospel Trumpet sounds,
Thro' all the earth the echo bounds!
To endless day. "
Be theu by all thy works ador'd,
3. In endless day.
In endless day. . . . 4. There we shall in sweet chorus join,
And saints and angels all combine ..
To fing of his redeeming love,
In endless day.
Of our High Prieit above;
His bowels melt with love. I' .'