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O might I now embrace
Thy all fufficient pow'r,
And never more to fin give place,
And never grieve thee more.

HYMN XXII.

JEU, let thy pitying eye

Call back a wand'ring fheep; Falfe to thee, like Peter, I

Would fain like Peter weep; Let me be by grace reftor'd,

On me be all long suff'ring fhɔwn:
Turn, and look upon me, Lord,
And break my heart of ftone.
2 Saviour, Prince enthron'd above,
Repentance to impart,

Give me, through thy dying love,
The humble contrite heart:
Give, what I have long implor'd,
A portion of thy grief unknown:
Turn, and look upon me, Lord,
And break my heart of ftone.
3 For thine own compaffion's fake
The gracious wonder show;
Caft my fins behind thy back,
And wash me white as fnow;
If thy bowels now are stirr'd,
If I now myself bemoan,
Turn, and lock upon me, Lord,
And break my heart of ftone.
4 See me, Saviour, from above,
Nor fuffer me to die!

Life, and happiness, and love,
Drop from thy gracious eye;
Speak the reconciling word;

And let thy mercy melt me down ;
Turn, and look upon me, Lord,
And break my heart of stone,

5 Look, as when thine eye purfu'd
The first apoftate man,
Saw him welt'ring in his blood,
And bade him rise again;
Speak my paradife reftor'd,

Redeem me by thy grace alone;
Turn, and look upon me, Lord,
And break my heart of stone.
9 Look, as when thy languid eye
Was clos'd that we might live;
"Father," (at the point to die,
My Saviour gafp'd) " forgive;"
Surely with that dying word

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He turns, and looks and cries, "'Tis done!" O my bleeding, loving Lord,

Thou break'ft my heart of ftone.

HYMN XXIII.

LET the world their virtues boast

Their works of righteousness;

1, a wretch undone and loft,
Am freely fav'd by grace;
Other title 1 disclaim,

This, only this is all my plea,
I the chief of finners am,

But Jefus dy'd for me!

2 Happy they whofe joys abound

Like Jordan's fwelling stream,
Who their hav'n in Chrift have found,
And give the praise to him:
Let them triumph in his name,
Enjoy their full felicity:

I the chief of finners am,
But Jefus dy'd for me!
3 Bleft are they, entirely bleft,
Who can in him rejoice,
Lean on his beloved breast,

And hear the Bridegroom's voice

Meaneft follower of the Lamb,
His fteps I at a distance fee:
I the chief of finners am,
But Jefus dy'd for me!
4 Jefus, thou for me haft dy'd,
And thou in me fhalt live;
I fhall feel thy death apply'd,
I fhall thy life receive:

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To bring fire on earth thou came,
O that it now may kindled be!
I the chief of finners am,

But Jefus dy'd for me!

HYMN XXIV.

THAT I could my Lord receive, Who did the world redeem! Who gave his life that I might live A life conceal'd in him

2 O that I could the bleffings prove, My heart's extreme defire; Live happy in my Saviour's love, And in his arms expire.

3 Mercy I afk to feal my peace,

That kept by mercy's pow'r,

I may from ev'ry evil cease,

And never grieve thee more!

4 Now, if thy gracious will it be,
Ev'n now my fins remove,

And fet my foul at liberty
By thy victorious love.

5 In answer to ten thousand pray'rs,
Thou pard'ning God defcend,
Number me with falvation's heirs,
My fins and troubles end.

6 Nothing I afk, or want befide,
Of all in earth or heav'n;

But let me feel thy blood apply'd,
And live, and died forgiv'n.

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HYMN XXV.

WITH glorious clouds encompast round,

Whom angels dimly fee,
Will the unfearchable be found,
Or God appear to me?

2 Will he forfake this throne above
Himself to worms impart ?
Answer, thou Man of Grief and Love,
And fpeak it to my heart.

3 In manifefted love explain
Thy wonderful defign;

What meant the fuff'ring Son of Man!
The ftreaming blood divine?

4 Didft thou not in our fleth appear,
And live and die below,

That I may now perceive thee near,
And my Redeemer know?

5 Come then, and to my foul reveal
The heights and depths of grace,
The wounds which all my forrows heal,
That dear disfigur'd face.

6 Before my eyes of faith confeft,

Stand forth a flaughter'd Lamb; And wrap me in thy crimton veft, And tell me all thy name.

7 Jehovah in thy person show,
Jehovah crucify'd!

And then the pard'ning God I know,
And feel the blood apply'd.

8 I view the Lamb in his own light,
Whom angels dimly fee;

And gaze, tranfported at the fight,
To all eternity.

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HYMN XXVI.

Jsu, if fill the fame thou art,

If all thy promises are fure,

Set up thy kingdom in my heart,

And make me rich, for I am poor : To me be all thy treasures giv'n, The kingdom of an inward heav'n. 2 Thou haft pronounc'd the mourners blest; And, la! for thee I ever mourn :

"I cannot ; no, I will not reft,

Till thou my only rest return ;
Till thou, the Prince, of Peace appear,
And I receive the Comforter.
3 Where is the bleffedness bestow'd
On all that hunger after thee?
I hunger now, I thirst for God!
See the poor fainting finners, fee,
And fatisfy with endless peace,
And fill me with thy righteoufness.
-4 Ah! Lord if thou art in that figh,

Then hear thy felf within me pray; Hear in my heart thy Spirit's cry, Mark what my lab'ring foul would say: Answer the deep unutter'd groan, And fhew that thou and I are one. 5 Shine on thy work, difperfe the gloom; Light in thy light I then fhall fee: Say to my foul, "Thy light is come, "Glory divine is ris'n on thee: "Thy warfare's past, thy mourning's o'er; "Look up, for thou shalt weep no more." 6 Lord, I believe the promise fure,

And trust thou wilt not long delay:
Hungry, and forrowful, and poor,
Upon thy word myself I stay;
Into thine hands my All refign,
And wait till all thou art is mine.