2 O grant that nothing in my foul

May dwell but thy pure love alone!
O may thy love poffefs me whole!
My joy, my treasure, and my crown ;
Strange flames far from my heart remove;
My ev'ry act, word, thought, be love.
3 O love, how cheering is thy ray!

All pain before thy prefence flies;
Care, anguish, forrow, melt away,
Where'er thy healing beams arise:
O Jefu, nothing may I fee,
Nothing defire or feek but thee!
4 Unweary'd may 1 this purfue,

Dauntless to the high prize afpire:
Hourly within my foul renew

This holy flame, this heav'nly fire;
And day and night be all my care
To guard this facred treasure there.
50 that I, as a little child,

May follow thee, and never reft,
Till sweetly thou haft breath'd thy mild
And lowly mind into my breast!

Nor ever may we parted be,

Till I become one sprit with thee.

6 Still let thy love point out my way:

How wond'rous things thy love hath wrought;

Still lead me, left I go aftray;

Direct my word, inspire my thought:

And, if I fall, foon may I hear

Thy voice, and know that love is near.

7 In fuff'ring be thy love my peace,

In weakness be thy love my pow'r ;
And when the ftorms of life fhall ceafe,
Jefu, in that important hour,
In death, as life, be thou my guide,
And fave me, who for me haft dyd

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HYMN CVIII.

Hory, and true, and righteous Lord, I wait to prove thy perfect will; Be mindful of thy gracious word, And ftamp me with thy Spirit's feal. 2 Open my faith's interior eye:

Difplay thy glory from above; And all I am shall fink and die, Loft in aftonishment and love! 3 Confound, o'erpow'r me by thy grace I would be by myfelf abhorr'd: All might, all majefty, all praife, All glory be to Chrift my Lord! 4 Now let me gain perfection's height Now let me into nothing fall, As lefs then nothing in thy fight, And feel that Chrift is all in all!

SAVOUR

HYMN CIX,

AVOUR of the fin-fick foul,
Give me faith to make me whole;
Finish thy great work of grace!
Cut it short in righteousness.

2 Speak the fecond time, "Be clean!"
Take away my inbred fin;
Ev'ry ftumbling-block remove;
Caft it out by perfect love.

3 Nothing lefs will I require,

Nothing more can I defire:
None but Christ to me be giv'n!

None but Chrift in earth or heav'n.

4 O that I might now decrease!

O that all I am might ceafe!
Let me into nothing fall!
Let my Lord be all in all !

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HYMN CX.

LORD, I believe a rest remains

To all thy people known,

A reft, where pure enjoyment reigns,
And thou art lov'd alone.

2 A reft, where all our foul's defire!
Is fixt on things above;›

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Where fear, and fin, and grief expire, > > Caft out by perfect love.

3 O that I now the reft might know,
Believe, and enter in!

Now, Saviour, now the pow'r bestow, "
And let me ceafe from fin.

4 Remove this hardness from my heart,
This unbelief remove;"

To me the rest of faith impart,
The fabbath of thy love,

5 I would be thine, thou know'ft I: would,
And have thee all my own:
Thee, O my all-fufficient good!

I want, and thee alone.

6 Thy name to me, thy nature grant!
This, only this, be giv'n;
Nothing befide my God I want,
Nothing in earth or heav'n.

7 Come, O my Saviour, come away,
Into my foul defcend;

No longer from thy creature stay,
My author, and my end.

8 Come, Father, Son, and Holy Ghoft,
And feal me thine abode;

Let all I am in thee be loft,

Let all be loft in God!

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HYMN CXI.

JOYFUL found of gospel-grace,
Christ shall in me appear!

I, even I, fhall fee his face;

I fhall be holy here.

2 The glorious crown of righteoufness
To me reach'd out I view ;

Conqu❜ror through him, I soon shall seize
And wear it as my due.

3 The promis'd land from Pisgah's top
I now exult to fee;

My hope is full (O glorious hope!)
Of immortality.

4 He vifits now the houfe of clay;
He shakes his future home:

O would't thou, Lord, on this glad day
Into thy temple come!

5. With me, I know, I feel thou art,
But this cannot fuffice,

Unless thou plantest in my heart
A conftant paradife.

6 My earth thou wat'reft from on high,
But make it all a pool :
Spring up, O well! I ever cry,
Spring up within my fouk

7 Come, O my God, thyself reveal!
Fill all this mighty void :

Thou only canft my spirit fill;
Come, O my God, my God!

8 Full, fulfil my large defires,
Large as infinity!

Give, give me all my foul requires,
All, all that is in thee!

HYMN CXII.

Jesu hath dy'd that I might live,

Might live to God alone; In him eternal life receive,

And be in fpirit one.

2 Saviour, I thank thee for the grace,
The gift unspeakable;

And wait with arms of faith t' embrace,
And all thy love to feel.

3 My foul breaks out in strong defire,
The perfect blifs to prove;
My longing heart is all on fire
To be diffolv'd in love.

Give me thy felf, from ev'ry boast,
From ev'ry with fet free;
Let all I am in thee be loft,
But give thyfelf to me.

5 Thy gifts, alas! cannot fuffice,
Unless thyself be giv'n :

Thy prefence makes my paradife,
And where thou art 'tis heav'n!

HYMN CXIII.

* THOU great mysterious God unknown,

Whofe love hath gently led me on,
Ev'n from my infant days,
Mine inmoft foul expofe to view,
And tell me if I ever knew
Thejuftifying grace.

If I have only known thy fear,
And follow'd with an heart fincere,
Thy drawings from above;

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