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2 Touch'd with a sympathy within,
He knows our feeble frame;
For he hath felt the same.
Pour'd out strong cries and tears ;
What ev'ry member bears.
But raise it to a flame;
Nor scorns the meanett name.
His mercy and his pow'r;
In the diftreffing hour,
The narrow way, till hira I view.
The road that kads from banithment;
I'll go, for all his paths are peace.
And moura'd because I found it not;
Because I couli aot cease from an.
I fina'd and stumbled but the more,
5 Lo! glad I come; and thou bleft Lamb,
Shalt take me to thee, whose I am :
Nothing but love shall I receive. 6 Then will I tell to finners round
What a dear Saviour I have found;
And say, “ Behold the way to God." ✓
Glorious in his works and ways! 2 We are trav'lling home to God,
In the way the fathers trod :
Soon their happiness Mall see. 3 O, ye banish'd seed, be glad !
Christ our advocate is made;
Brother to our souls becomes.
On the borders of our land;
ORID, adieu ! thou real cheat,
Foolith hopes, and false alarmns ::
Now I fee as clear as day
How thy föllies pass away. 2 Vain thy entertaining figlits,
Falle thy promises renew'd, All the pomp of thy delights
Does but Aatter and delude: Thee I quit for heao'n above,
Object of the noblest love.
More inconftant than the wave,
Pureft tempers they deprave:
Jesus Christ lhall fet me free.
Follow after fleeting toys,
Solid and fubftantial joys;
My everlaiting All,
Or on this earthly ball.
And this inferior clod?
There's nothing like my God.
Scatters his feeble light: 'Tis thy sweet bears create sy noon;
If thou withdra*, 'tis night.
4 And whilst upon my reftiels bed
Amongft the thades I roll,
'Tis morning with my foul. 5 To thee we owe our wealth and friends,
And health and safe abode :
But they are not my God.
If once compar'd to thee!
Or all my friends to me?
And call'd the stars mine own;
I were a wretch undone.
And grasp in all the shore,
And I desire no more.
HY MV CXLIX.
GLORIOUS hope of perfect love,
It bears on eagle's wings;
With Jesu’s priests and kings.
See all the land below: Rivers of milk and honey rise, And all the fruits of paradise
In endless plenty grow.
3 A land of corn, and wine, and oil, Favour'd with God's peculiar smile,
With ev'ry blefling bleft: There dwells the Lord our Righteousnefs, And keeps his own in perfect peace,
And everlasting rest.
But now the land possess ;
An howling wilderness.
The carnal mind remove,
Give me a lot of love!
HY MN CL.
How high thy wonders rife!
By thousands thro? the skies.
Their mocions speak thy skill,
We read thy patience ftill.
On all thy creatures writ,
Or impress of thy feet.
To save rebellious worms,
In their diviñeft forms: