Come, and now refide in me,
Never, never to remove,
Make me juft, and good, like thee, And full of pow'r and love. 2 Bid me in thy image rife, A faint, a creature new ; True, and merciful, and wife, And pure, and happy too. This thy primitive defign,
That I thould in thee be bleft;
Should within thy arms divineTM
For ever, ever reft."
3 Let thy will on me be done;
Fulfil my heart's defire,
Thee to know, and love alone,
And rife in raptures higher
Thee defcending on a cloud,
When with ravish'd eyes I fee,
Then I thall be fill'd with God
To all eternity!"
of all grace and majesty,
Supremely great and good,
If I have mercy found in thee,
Through the atoning blood :
The guard of all thy mercies give,
And to my pardon join
A fear, left I fhould ever grieve
Thy gracious Spirit divine.
If mercy is indeed with thee,
May I obedient prove,
Nor'e'er abufe my liberty,
Or fin against thy love:
This choiceft fruit of faith bestow
On a poor fojourner ;
And let me país my days below
In humbleness and fear.
3 Still may I walk as in thy fight,
My ftrict obferver fee;
And thou by rev'rent love unite
My child-like heart to thee:
Still let me, till my days are paft,
At Jefu's feet abide;
So fhall he lift me up at laft,
And feat me by his fide."
WANT a principle within
Of jealous godly fear,
A fenfibility of fin,
A pain to feel it near.
2 That I from thee no more may part,
No more thy goodness grieve,
The filial awe, the fleshy heart,
The tender confcience give.
3 Quick as the apple of an eye,
O God, my confcience make;
Awake my foul when fin is nigh,
And keep it still awake.
4 If to the right or left I firay,
That moment, Lord, reprove;
And let me weep my life away,
For having griev'd thy love.
5 O may the least omiffion pain
My well-inftructed foul,
And drive me to the blood again
Which makes the wounded whole.
5 The ftony from their hearts remove,
Thou, who for all haft dy'd;'
Shew them the tokens of thy love,
Thy feet, thy hands, thy fide!
6 Thy feet were nail'd to yonder tree,
To trample down their fin
Thy hands they all fretch'd out may fee, To take thy murd'rers in.
Where all may freely go,
And drink the living streams of blifs,
And wash them white as fnow.
8 Ready thou art the blood t' apply,"
And prove the record true;
And all thy wounds to finner's cry,
"I fuffer'd this for you
GOD, our help in ages paft, a
Our hope for years to combat,
Our fhelter from the ftormy
And our eternal home;
2 Under the of thy throne
Sufficient is thine arm alone,
And our defence is furé.
3 Before the hills in order food,
Or earth receiv'd her frame,"
From everlasting thou art God,
To endlefs years the fame.
4 A thousand ages in thy fight
Are like an ev'ning gone;dis Short as the watch that ends the night, Before the rifing fundr
O that each from his Lord May receive the glad word, "Well and faithfully done!
"Enter into my joy, and fit down on my throne.”
EADER of faithful fouls, and guide
Of all that travel to the sky,
Come, and with us, ev'n us abide,
Who would on thee alone rely,
On thee alone our Spirit ftay,
While held in life's uneven way.
2 Strangers and pilgrims here below,
This earth we know is not our place,
And haften thro' the vale of woe,
And reftlefs to behold thy face;
Swift to our heav'nly country move,
Our everlasting home above.
3 We've no abiding city here,
But feek a city out of fight,
Thither our steady course we fleer,
Afpiring to the plains of light;
Jerufalem, the faints abode,
Whofe founder is the living God.
4 Patient th' appointed race to run,
This weary world we caft behind,
From ftrength to strength we travek on,
The new Jerufalem to find;
Our labour this, our only aim,
To find the New Jerufalem.
5 Thro' thee, who all our fins haft borne,
Freely and graciously forgiving)
With fongs to Zion we return,
Contending for our native heav'n:
That palace of our glorious King,
We find it nearer while we fing.
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