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2 That to this fountain all may come,
Their souls to cleanse from fin,
And bathe my soul therein.
My crucified Lord,
Out of thy blefied word.
To come to thee and live :
My soul cleanse and forgive. . 5 My nature change, my heart renew;
No good can I perform ; ',
O help the feeble worm.
O plant grace me within, i And purify my little heart
From ev'ry lust and fin.
Let me not go aftray : ,
And thee with love obey.
Into my heart implant :
For ev'ry grace I want.
A Song for Young Ones.
Let young ones all rejoice :
'Tis Jesu's melting voice :
Hear, and your louls shall live : A covenant l'll make with you,
And all your fins forgive." 3 My streaming blood thall purge away
The guilt of all your fin; · My Spirit's warm enliv’ning beams,
Shall life beget within.
4 1'11 be your righteousness and frengths .i i
I'll lead you on the way,
And dwell with me for ay.
Which bids us finners live : Cause our dry bones begin to ftir,
To us thy Spirit give. '
On earth there is not one,
We heartily bemoan :
To thee we live alone.
For all his gifts to me, 1,
The Lamb for us to die? i . open my ore
HYMN LXXXI. m. pois.es
A Song for Young Perfonsa . | To Jesu's hand we do commit iwia
The light and love we have : i Preserve and cherish that in us
Our Captain wise and ftrong:
To thy camp we belong.
Sin, satan, death and hell; • The battle cost him many wounds;
But lo! it ended well.
But ne'er did quit the field :
And caus'd our wills to yield.
Their General fo brave,
Their precious souls to fave.
6 Our Lamb alone hath vanquished
Hell's roaring lions all :
By young ones great and small. .
Or fin yourself allow. .
Be praise and glory giv’n
And all the hosts of heav'n. .'
Η Υ Μ Ν LΧΧΧΙΙ.
A Song for Young Converts. 1 DEAR Lamb, thou hast thy mysteries
Unto us babes reveal'd:
From wiser minds conceal'd. 1 2 The nat’ral man cannot conceive
Things which the Spirit teach;
The truths thy fervants prèachi''
Are we in gospel-days; What things they fought, we find in Christ 3.
To his free love be praise.
To hell we lately went : , : ,
Our ruin to prevent.
With those of heav'nly birth; While others chuse to stay below,
And seek their bliss on earth.
And no more entertain
Was crucify'd and slain.
From this uncertain stage,
A foul comforting pledge.
8 If longer thou wilt keep us here,
Be with us all our days;
HYMN LXXXIII. .
Blood and Water from Christ's side. :
For us he satisfied : '
There on the cross he dy'd.
The mixed current flow
Black finners white as snow. ' ss
Should pour a double flood :
My woful spots and stains ; '
Which from all fin doth cleanse." ; 5 May I get faith to use that blood
That stream'd from thee, my Lord : No comfort have I in the earth.
But what thy wounds afford.
My unbelief remove :
· With faith that works by love. y Let faith be waxing stronger still,
To count the world but dross,, ;
And nail it to the cross. . si 8 Author of faith, to thee we look,
For faith we send our cry :
Unto what place ye go!
WOMEN. : 2 All creatures here we empty find
They can't supply our wants : We go to Christ above, our bliss, To praise him with the saints.
M. 3 Have you not many friends on earth
Who with you fympathize ?. Cannot your earthly comforts here Your hearts to stay entice ?
W. 4 We're pilgrims here, earth's not our home ;
Which makes us long to be i. Where Christ our friend dwells with his faints And they him glorifie.
M. 5 Why don't you seek your treafure here,
With others in the land, eru Who seem well pleas'd with sensual things, And something in their hand?
He dearly bought our bliss ;
Your hearts must mount above :
. . 8 A fight of Jesu's love, and blood
Down streaming from the cross,
Appear as dung and dross