2 O grant that nothing in my foul May dwell but thy pure love alone! All pain before thy prefence flies; Dauntless to the high prize afpire: This holy flame, this heav'nly fire; May follow thee, and never reft, 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 ; 1 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, 2 Speak the fecond time, "Be clean!" 3 Nothing lefs will I require, Nothing more can I defire: None but Chrift in earth or heav'n. 4 O that I might now decrease! O that all I am might ceafe! I HYMN CX. LORD, I believe a rest remains To all thy people known, A reft, where pure enjoyment reigns, 2 A reft, where all our foul's defire! I IT S Where fear, and fin, and grief expire, > > Caft out by perfect love. 3 O that I now the reft might know, Now, Saviour, now the pow'r bestow, " 4 Remove this hardness from my heart, To me the rest of faith impart, 5 I would be thine, thou know'ft I: would, I want, and thee alone. 6 Thy name to me, thy nature grant! 7 Come, O my Saviour, come away, No longer from thy creature stay, 8 Come, Father, Son, and Holy Ghoft, Let all I am in thee be loft, Let all be loft in God! I HYMN CXI. JOYFUL found of gospel-grace, I, even I, fhall fee his face; I fhall be holy here. 2 The glorious crown of righteoufness Conqu❜ror through him, I soon shall seize 3 The promis'd land from Pisgah's top My hope is full (O glorious hope!) 4 He vifits now the houfe of clay; O would't thou, Lord, on this glad day 5. With me, I know, I feel thou art, Unless thou plantest in my heart 6 My earth thou wat'reft from on high, 7 Come, O my God, thyself reveal! Thou only canft my spirit fill; 8 Full, fulfil my large defires, Give, give me all my foul requires, 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, And wait with arms of faith t' embrace, 3 My foul breaks out in strong defire, Give me thy felf, from ev'ry boast, 5 Thy gifts, alas! cannot fuffice, Thy prefence makes my paradife, HYMN CXIII. * THOU great mysterious God unknown, Whofe love hath gently led me on, If I have only known thy fear, + |