3 Heav'n-ward our ev'ry wish aspires ;
For all thy mercy's store,
The fole return thy love requires,
Is that we ask for more.
4 For more we afk; we open then
Our hearts t'embrace thy will:
Turn and beget us, Lord, again;
With all thy fulness fill.
5 Come, Holy Ghoft, the Saviour's love Shed in our hearts abroad!
So fhall we ever live and move,
And be with Christ in God."
HYMN XCVI.
JO SUN of righteousness, arife
With healing in thy wing,
To my difeas'd, my fainting foul,
Life and falvation bring.
2 Thefe clouds of pride and fin dispel
By thy all- piercing beam,
Lighten mine eyes with faith, my heart
With holy hope inflame.
3 My mind, by thy all-quick'ning pow'r,
From low defires fet free;
Unite my fcatter'd thoughts, and fix
My love entire on thee.
4 Father, thy long-loft fon receive:
Saviour, thy purchase own;
Bleft Comforter, with peace and joy
Thý new-made creature crown.
5 Eternal, undivided Lord,
Co-equal One and Three,
On thee all faith, all hope be plac'd,
All love be paid to thee.
HYMN XCVII.
1 Son of God, thy bleffing grant,
Still fupply my ev'ry want;
Tree of life, thy influence fhed,
With thy fap my spirit feed.
2 Tendereft branch, alas! am I,
· Wither without thee, and die,
Weak as helpless infancy;
O confirm my foul in thee.
3 Unfuftain'd by thee I fall;
Send the help for which I call
Weaker than a bruised reed,
Help I ev'ry moment need.
4 All my hopes on thee depend;
Love me, fave me to the end:
Give me the continuing grace;
Take the everlasting praise.
we come before thee now,
At thy feet we humbly bow: Oh! do not our fuit difdain, Shall we feek thee, Lord, in vain ? 2 Lord, on thee our fouls depend, In compaffion now defcend, Fill our hearts with thy rich grace, Tune our lips to fing thy praife. 3 In thine own appointed way, Now we feck thee, here we stay; Lord, we know not how to go, Till a bleffing thou bestow. Send fome meffage from thy word, That may joy and peace afford;
Let thy Spirit now impart
Full falvation to each heart.
5 Comfort thofe who weep and mourn, Let the time of joy return;
Thofe that are caft down lift up;
Make them strong in faith and hope!
6 Grant that all may seek and find
Thee a gracious God and kind :
Heal the fick, the captive free;
Let us all rejoice in thee!
HYMN XCIX.
x COME, thou Almighty King,
Help us thy name to fing,
Help us to praife!
Father all glorious,
O'er all victorious,
Come, and reign over us,
Ancient of Days.
2 Jefus, our Lord, arife,
Scatter our enemies,
And make them fall!
Let thine almighty aid
Our fure defence be made,
Our fouls on thee be stay'd:
Lord hear our call.
3 Come, thou incarnate Word,
Gird on thy mighty fword,
Our pray'r attend:
Come, and thy people blefs,
And give thy word fuccefs;
Spirit of holiness
On us defcend.
4 Come, holy Comforter, Thy facred witness bear
In this glad hour:
Thou who almighty art,
Now rule in ev'ry heart,
And ne'er from us depart,
Spirit of pow'r.
5 To the great One in Three'
Eternal praises be,
Hendeevermore !
His fov'reign Majesty
May we in glory fee,
And to eternity,
OF him who did falvation bring,
I could for ever think and fing
Arife, ye guilty, he'll forgive;
Arife, ye needy, he'll relieve.
2 Afk but his grace, and lo! 'tis given;
Afk, and he turns your hell to heaven;
Tho' fin and forrow wound my foul,
Jefu, thy balm will make it whole.
3 To fhame our fins he blush'd in blood,
He clos'd his eyes to fhew us God;
Let all the world fall down and know
That none but God fuch love could show.
4 'Tis thee I love, for thee alone
I fhed my tears and make my moan;
Where'er I am,, where'er I move,
I meet the object of my love.
5 Infatiate to this fpring I fly ;
I drink, and yet am ever dry;
Ah! who against thy charms is proof!
Ah! who that loves can love enough!
How tedious and tafteless the hours,
When Jefus no longer I fee!
Sweet profpects, fweet birds, and fweet flow'rs,
Have all loft their sweetness with me?
The mid-fummer fun shines but dim,
The fields strive in vain to look gay:
But when I am happy in him,
December's as pleasant as May.
2 His name yields the richest perfume,
And fweeter than mufic his voice ;
His prefence difperfes my gloom,
And makes all within me rejoice:
I fhould, were he always thus nigh,
Have nothing to with or to fear;
No mortal fo happy as I,
My fummer would last all the year.
3 Content with beholding his face,
My All to his pleasure refign'd;
No changes of feafon or place,
Would make any change in my mind,
While blefs'd with a fenfe of his love,
A palace, a toy would appear;
And prifons would palaces prove,
If Jefus would dwell with me there.
4 Dear Lord, if indeed I am thine,
If thou art my fun and my fong;
Say, why do I languish and pine,
And why are my winters fo long?
O drive thefe dark clouds from my sky,
Thy foul-cheering presence restore;
Or take me unto thee on high,
Where winter and clouds are no more.
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