1 O might I now embrace 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: Give me, through thy dying love, Life, and happiness, and love, And let thy mercy melt me down ; 5 Look, as when thine eye purfu'd Redeem me by thy grace alone; I 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, This, only this is all my plea, But Jefus dy'd for me! 2 Happy they whofe joys abound Like Jordan's fwelling stream, I the chief of finners am, And hear the Bridegroom's voice Meaneft follower of the Lamb, 1 To bring fire on earth thou came, 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, And fet my foul at liberty 5 In answer to ten thousand pray'rs, 6 Nothing I afk, or want befide, But let me feel thy blood apply'd, I HYMN XXV. WITH glorious clouds encompast round, Whom angels dimly fee, 2 Will he forfake this throne above 3 In manifefted love explain What meant the fuff'ring Son of Man! 4 Didft thou not in our fleth appear, That I may now perceive thee near, 5 Come then, and to my foul reveal 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, And then the pard'ning God I know, 8 I view the Lamb in his own light, And gaze, tranfported at the fight, C I 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 ; 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: |