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302 FATHER of mercies, send Thy grace

All-powerful from above,
To form in our obedient souls

The image of Thy love.
2 O may our sympathising breasts

That generous pleasure know,
Freely to share in others' joy,
And
weep

for others' woe.
3 Whene'er the helpless sons of grief

In low distress are laid,
Soft be our hearts their pains to feel,

And swift our hands to aid.
4 So Jesus look'd on dying men,

When thron'd above the skies ;
And when He saw their lost estate,

Felt his compassion rise.
5 On wings of love the Saviour flew,

To raise us from the ground;
And shed his own most precious blood,

A balm for ev'ry wound.

MISCELLANEOUS.

303 ALL that I was, my sin, my guilt,

My death, was all my own:
All that I am I owe to Thee,

My gracious God alone.
? The evil of my former state

Was mine, and only mine;
The good in which I now rejoice

Is Thine, and only Thine.

3 The darkness of my former state,

The bondage,-all was mine;
The light of life in which I walk,

The liberty,—is Thine.
4 Thy grace first made me feel my sin,

· And taught me to believe;
Then in believing, peace I found,

And now I live, I live.
5 All that I am e'en here on earth,

All that I hope to be,
When Jesus comes, and glory dawns,

I owe it, Lord, to Thee.

304 AND dost Thou say, “Ask what thou wilt?”

Lord, I would seize the golden hour; I pray to be releas'd from guilt,

And freed from sin and Satan's power.
2 More of Thy presence, Lord, impart,

More of Thy image let me bear;
Erect Thy throne within my heart,

And reign without a rival there.
3 Give me to read my pardon seal'd,

And from Thy joy to draw my strength;
To have Thy boundless love reveald,

In all its height, and breadth, and length. 4 Grant these requests, I ask no more,

But to. Thy care the rest resign:
Sick, or in health, or rich, or poor,
All shall be well if Thou art mine.

305

UIET, Lord, my froward heart;
Upright, simple, free from art;
Make me as a weaned child,-
From distrust and envy free,

Pleased with all that pleases Thee,
2 What Thou shalt to-day provide

Let me as a child receive;
What to-morrow may betide
Calmly to Thy wisdom leave :
'Tis enough that Thou wilt care ;-

Why should I the burden bear?
3 As a little child relies

On a care beyond his own,
Knows he's neither strong nor wise,
Fears to stir a step alone ;
Let me thus with Thee abide,
As

my Father, Guard, and Guide.
4 Thus, preserv'd from Satan's wiles,

Safe from dangers, free from fears,
May I live upon Thy smiles,
Till the promis'd hour appears,
When the sons of God shall prove
All their Father's boundless love,

306 LET worldly minds the world pursue,

It has no charms for me :
Once I admir'd its trifles too,

But grace has set me free.

2 Its pleasures now no longer please,

No more content afford ;
Far from my heart be joys like these,

Now I have known the Lord.
3 As by the light of op'ning day,

The stars are all conceal’d,
So earthly pleasures fade away,

When Jesus is reveal'd.
4 Creatures no more divide my choice,

I bid them all depart:
His name and love and pard’ning voice

Have fix'd my roving heart.

307 FAR from the world, O Lord, I flee,

From strife and tumult far,-
From scenes where Satan

wages

still
His most successful war.
2 Here, if Thy Spirit touch the soul,

And grace her mean abode,
O with what peace and joy and love

She communes with her God!
3 Author and Guardian of my life,

Sweet Source of light Divine,
And,--all harmonious names in one, -

My Saviour, Thou art mine!
4 What thanks i owe Thee, and what love! -

A boundless, endless store,-
Shall echo through the realms above,

When time shall be no more !

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308 BRETHREN, let us join to bless

Christ the Lord, our Righteousness; Let our praise to Him be given,

High at God's right hand in heaven!
2 Thee the angels ceaseless sing;

Thee we praise, our Priest and King;
Worthy is Thy name of praise,

Full of glory, full of grace.
3 Thou hast the glad tidings brought

Of salvation, by Thee wrought;
Wrought to set Thy people free;

Wrought to bring our souls to Thee.
4 May we follow, and adore,

Thee, our Saviour, more and more!
Guide and bless us with Thy love,
Till we join Thy saints above !

309 BLOW ye the trumpet, blow,

The gladly solemn sound;
Let all the nations know,

To earth's remotest bound,
The year of jubilee is come ;

Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.
2 Jesus, our great High Priest,

Has full atonement made;
Ye weary spirits, rest;

Ye mournful souls, be glad:
The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.

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