I 2 My feeble mind transform. T HYMN LXX HE thing my God doth hate, Thy creature, Lord, again create, My foul fhall then, like thine, For ever ceafe from fin. Thy fpirit's law of life divine, Whence it may ne'er remove The law of liberty from fin, The perfect law of love. 3 Thy nature be my law, Thy spotless fan&tity, And sweetly ev'ry moment draw My happy foul to thee: In me, O Lord, fulfil again HYMN LXXI. FOR a heart to praise my God, A heart that always feels thy blood 2 A heart refign'd, fubmiffive, meek, 3 O for a lowly contrite heart, Which neither life nor death can part 4 A heart in ev'ry thought renew'd, Perfect, and right, and pure, and good. 5 Thy tender heart is ftill the fame, I want thy love to know. 6 My heart, thou know'st can never rest 7 Fruit of thy gracious lips, on me 8 Thy nature, gracious Lord, impart, HYMN LXXII. THOU hidden love of God, whofe height, Whofe depth unfathom'd no man knows ; I fee from far thy beauteous light, Inly I figh for thy repose: My heart is pain'd, nor can it be 2 Thy fecret voice invites me ftill The fweetness of thy yoke to prove: Seems fixt, yet wide my paffions rove ; No peace my wand'ring foul fhall fee: That strives with thee my heart to share? Ah! tear it thence, and reign alone The Lord of ev'ry motion there! My heart, that lowly waits thy call: "I am thy Love, thy God, thy All!" To feel thy pow'r, to hear thy voice, To tafte thy love be all my choice. I HYMN LXXIII. YE happy finners hear The pris'ner of the Lord, According to his word; Rejoice in hope, rejoice with me, 2 The Lord our righteoufnefs · Than when we first believ'd ; Rejoice in hope, rejoice with me, 3 In God we put our trust; From all unrighteousness To cleanfe us all, both you and me; We fhall from all our fins be free, 4 Surely in us the hope Of glory fhall appear; And never can remove, 7 Then let us gladly bring Our facrifice of praise, Let us give thanks, and fing, Rejoice in hope, rejoice with me, We fhall from all our fins be free. HYMN LXXIV. FOR ever here my rest shall be, Close to thy bleeding fide; 2 My dying Saviour and my God, And cleanfe, and keep me clean. 3 Wash me, and make me thus thine own Wath me, and mine thou art; * Wafh me, but not my feet alone, I 4 HYMN LXXV. Jesu, my life, thyfelf apply, ESU Thy Holy Spirit breathe; Confirm me to thy death. 2 Conqueror of hell, and earth, and fin, 3 More of thy life, and more I have, 4 Reign in me, Lord, thy foes controul, |