5 I'll lift my hands, I'll raife my voice, While I have breath to pray or praise This work fhall make my heart rejoice, And spend the remnant of my days.

HYMN LXXXIX.

I THOU, to whofe all-searching fight. The darkness fhineth as the light,

Search, prove my heart, it pants for thee & O burst these bonds, and fet it free! 2 Wash out its ftains, refine its drofs, Nail my affections to the crofs ! Hallow each thought; let all within Be clean, as thou, my Lord, art clean. 3 If in this darkfome wild I stray, Be thou my light, be thou my way; No foes, no violence I fear,

No fraud, while thou, my God, art near. 4 When rifing floods my foul o'erflow, When finks my heart in waves of woe, Jefu, thy timely aid impart,

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And raife my head, and cheer my heart,
5 Saviour, where'er thy fteps I fee,
Dauntless, untir'd I follow thee!
Olet thy hand fupport me fill,`· ́
And lead me to thy holy hill!
6 If rough and thorny be the way,
My ftrength proportion to my day
Till toil, and grief, and pain shall ceafe,
Where all is calm, and joy, and peace.
HYMN XC.

Jesu, thou everlasting King,

ESU,

Accept the tribute which we bring,
Accept thy well-deferv'd renown,
And wear our praifes as thy crown

Let every act of worship be
Like our efpoufals, Lord, to thee:"
Like the bleft hour when from above
We first receiv'd thy pledge of love.
3 The gladnefs of that happy day,
O may it ever, ever stay!

Nor let our faith forfake its hold,
Nor hope decline, nor love grow cold!
4 Each following minute as it flies
Increase thy praife, improve our joys,
Till we are rais'd to fing thy name
At the great fupper of the Lamb.

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HYMN XCI.

COME, Lord, from above,

The mountains remove,

Overturn all that hinders the courfe of thy love:

My bofom infpire,

Inkindle the fire,

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And wrap my whole foul in the flames of defire.

2

I languish and pine

For the comfort divine,

O when shall I fay, my Beloved is mine!

I have chofe the good part,

My portion thou art,

O love, I have found thee, O God, in my heart,

3

For this my heart fighs,

Nothing elfe can fuffice;

How, Lord, can I purchase the pearl of great price? It cannot be bought,

And thou know'ft I have nought,

Not an action, a word, or a truly good thought. But I hear a voice fay,

Without money ye may

Receive it, whoever have nothing to pay,

Who on Jefus relies,

Without money or price,

The pearl of forgiveness and holiness buys.
5 The bleffing is free,
So, Lord, let it be;

I yield that thy love should be given to me.
I freely receive

What thou freely dost give,,

And confent in thy love, in thy Eden to live.
The gift I embrace,

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The giver I praise,

And afcribe my falvation to Jefus's grace ;
It came from above,

The foretaste I prove,

And I foon fhall receive all the fulness of love.

To tear my foul from earth away.

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For Jefus to receive ?

Nay, but I yield, I yield!

I can hold out no more;
I fink, by dying love compell'd,
And own thee conqueror !

Though late I all forfake,
My friends, my All refign;
Gracious Redeemer, take, O take,
And feal me ever thine!

Come, and poffefs me whole,
Nor hence again remove :
Settle, and fix my wav'ring foul,
With all thy weight of love.

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My one defire be this,

Thy only love to know;

To feek and tafte no other blifs,
No other good below.

My life, my portion, thou,
Thou all fufficient art,

My hope, my heav'nly treafure, now
Enter, and keep my heart!

-HYMN XCII.

THOU Shepkerd of Ifrael, and mine,
The joy and defire of my heart,
For clofer communion I pine,

I long to refide where thou art;
The pafture I languish to find,
Where all who their Shepherd obey,"
Are fed, on thy bofom reclin'd,

Are screen'd from the heat of the day..
2 Ah! fhew me that happiest place,
The place of thy people's abode,
Where faints in an ecftafy gaze,
And hang on a crucify'd God:
Thy love for a finner declare,

Thy paffion and death on the tree; My fpirit to Calvary bear,

To fuffer and triumph with thee.

3 'Tis there with the lambs of thy flock, There only I covet to reft,

To lie at the foot of the rock,

Or rife to be hid in thy breaft;
'Tis there I would always abide,
And never a moment depart;
Conceal'd in the cleft of thy fide,
Eternally held in thy heart.

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HYMN XCIV.

Jesus, my Lord, attend

Thy feeble creature's cry;

And fhew thyfelf the finner's friend;
And fet me up on high;
From hell's oppreffive pow'r
My struggling foul release;
And to thy Father's grace restore,
And to thy perfect peace.
Thy blood and righteousness
I make my only plea;
My prefent and eternal peace

Are both deriv'd from thee.
Rivers of life divine

From thee, their fountain, flow;
And all who know that love of thine,
The joy of angels know.

3. Come then, impute, impart To me thy righteousness,

And let me tafte how good thou art,
How full of truth and grace:
That thou canst here forgive,
Grant me to testify,

And justified by faith to live,

And in that faith to die.

HYMŃ XCV.

BEING of Beings, God of Love,

To thee our hearts we raife:

Thy all-fuftaining power we prove,
And gladly fing thy praise,

2 Thine, wholly thine, we pant to be,
Our facrifice receive:

Made, and preferv'd, and fav'd by Thee
To Thee ourselves we give