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HYMN XXVII.

Jesus, if ftill thou art to day

As yesterday the fame,
Prefent to heal, in me display
The virtue of thy name.

2 If ftill thou go'st about to do
Thy needy creatures good,
On me, that I thy praise may show,
Be all thy wonders fhow'd.

3 Now, Lord, to whom for help I call,
Thy miracles repeat,

With pitying eyes behold me fall
A leper at thy feet.

4 Loathfome, and foul, and self-abhorr'd,
I fink beneath my fin;

But if thou wilt, a gracious word
Of thine can make me clean.

5 Thou feeft me deaf to thy commands,
Open, O Lord, my ear;

Bid me stretch out my wither'd hands,
And lift them up in pray'r.

6 Silent, (alas! thou know'ft how long)
My voice I cannot raise ;

But O! when thou shalt loose my tongue,
The dumb fhall fing thy praise.

7 Lame at the pool I still am found:
Give, and my strength employ:
Light as a hart I then fhall bound,
The lame fhall leap for joy.

8 Blind from my birth to guilt and thee.
And dark I am within;

The love of God I cannot fee,

The finfulness of fin.

9 But thou, they say, art paffing by,
O let me find thee near :
Jefus in mercy, hear my cry,

Thou Son of David hear.

10 Long have I waited in the way
For thee, the heav'nly light;
Command me to be brought, and fay,
Sinner, receive thy fight!

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HYMN XXVIII.

THE BEGGAR.

ENCOURAG'D by thy word

Of promife to the poor, Behold a beggar, Lord,

Waits at thy mercy's door: No hand, no heart, O Lord, but thine, Can help or pity wants like mine.

2 The beggar's ufual plea,

Relief from men to gain,

If offer'd unto thee

I know thou wouldst difdain:

And those which move thy gracious ear,
Are fuch as men would fcorn to hear.

3 I have no right to say,

That tho' I now am poor,

Yet once there was a day
When I poffeffed more:

Thou know'ft that from my very birth
I've been the pooreft wretch on earth.

4 Nor dare I to profess,

As beggars often do,
Tho' great is my diftrefs,

My faults have been but few:

If thou should'st leave my foul to ftarve,
It would be what I well deferve.

5 'Twere folly to pretend

I never begg'd before; Or, if thou now befriend,

I'll trouble thee no more; Thou often has reliev'd my pain, And often I must come again.

6 Tho' crumbs are much too good
For fuch a dog as I,

No less than children's food
My foul can fatisfy;

O do not frown and bid me go,

I must have all thou canst bestow.

7 Nor can I willing be

Thy bounty to conceal
From others, who, like me,
Their wants and hunger feel:
I'll tell them of thy mercy's ftore,
And try to fend a thousand more.

8 Thy thoughts, thou only Wise,
Our thoughts and ways tranfcend,
Far as the arched skies

Above the earth extend:

Such pleas as mine men would not bear,
But God regards a beggar's pray'r.

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HYMN XXIX.

JESU, lover of my foul,

Let me to thy bofom fly
While the nearer waters roll,
While the tempeft ftill is high:
Hide me, O my Saviour, hide,
Till the storm of life is paft;
Safe into the haven guide,
/O receive my soul at last!

2 Other refuge have I none,

Hangs my helpless foul on thee;
Leave, ah! leave me not alone,
Still fupport and comfort me:
All my trust on thee is ftay'd, w 1 m2)
All my help from thee I bring!
Cover my defenceless head

With the fhadow of thy wing.

3 Thou, O'Chrift, are all I want,
More than all in thee I find:
Raife the fallen, cheer the faint,
Heal the fick, and lead the blind:

Juft and holy is thy name

I am all unrighteousness; Falfe and full of fin I am,.

Thou art full of treth and grace.

4 Plenteous grace with thee is found,
Grace to cover all my fin;
Let the healing ftreams abound;
Make and keep me pure within.
Thou of life the fountain art,

Freely let me take of thee;
Spring thou up within my heart,
Rife to all eternity.

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HYMN XXX.

O LOVE divine! how sweet thou art!

When fhail I find my willing heart
All taken up by thee?

I thirst, I faint, I die to prove
The greatness of redeeming love,
The love of Chrift to me!

2 Stronger his love than death or hell;
Its riches are unfearchable:

The first-born fons of light
Defire in vain its depths to fee;
They cannot reach the mystery,

The length, the breadth, and height.

3 God only knows the love of God;
O that it now was fhed abroad
In this poor ftony heart!
For love I figh, for love I pine:
This only portion, Lord, be mine!
Be mine this better part!

4 O that I could for ever fit
With Mary at the Mafter's feet!
Be this my happy choice:
My only care, delight, and blifs,
My joy my heav'n on earth be this,
To hear the Bridegroom's voice!

5 O that I could, with favour'd John, Recline my weary head upon

The dear Redeemer's breaft!.. From care, and fin, and forrow free, Give me, O Lord, to find in thee My everlasting rest.