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, 14 L T And raife my head, and cheer my heart, Jesu, thou everlasting King, ESU, Accept the tribute which we bring, Let every act of worship be Nor let our faith forfake its hold, 6 HYMN XCI. COME, Lord, from above, The mountains remove, Overturn all that hinders the courfe of thy love: My bofom infpire, Inkindle the fire, 3 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. I yield that thy love should be given to me. What thou freely dost give,, And confent in thy love, in thy Eden to live. 6 The giver I praise, And afcribe my falvation to Jefus's grace ; The foretaste I prove, And I foon fhall receive all the fulness of love. To tear my foul from earth away. 2 For Jefus to receive ? Nay, but I yield, I yield! I can hold out no more; Though late I all forfake, Come, and poffefs me whole, 3 I My one defire be this, Thy only love to know; To feek and tafte no other blifs, My life, my portion, thou, My hope, my heav'nly treafure, now -HYMN XCII. THOU Shepkerd of Ifrael, and mine, I long to refide where thou art; Are screen'd from the heat of the day.. 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; 2 HYMN XCIV. Jesus, my Lord, attend Thy feeble creature's cry; And fhew thyfelf the finner's friend; Are both deriv'd from thee. From thee, their fountain, flow; 3. Come then, impute, impart To me thy righteousness, And let me tafte how good thou art, 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, 2 Thine, wholly thine, we pant to be, Made, and preferv'd, and fav'd by Thee |