3 Thou, O Christ! art all I want,
All in all in thee I find
Raise the fallen, cheer the faint,
Heal the sick, and lead the blind,
Just and holy is thy name,
I am all unrighteousness,
Vile and full of sin 1 am--
Thou art full of truth and grace.
4 Plenteous grace with thee is found-
Grace to pardon all my sins:
Let the healing stream abound;
Make and keep me pure within.
Thou of life the fountain art,
Freely let me take of thee;
Spring thou up within my heart.-
Rise to all eternity.
HYMN 63.-7, 6.
The Pilgrim's Song.
RISE, my soul, and stretch thy wings,
Thy better portion trace, Rise from transitory things,
Towards heav'n thy native place; Sun, and moon, and stars, decay; Time shall soon this earth remove,
Rise, my soul, and haste away
To seats prepar'd above.
2 Rivers to the ocean run,
Nor stay in all their course;
Fire, ascending, seeks the sun:
Both speed them to their source;
Thus a soul, new-born of God,
Pants to view his glorious face,
Upward tends to his abode,
To rest in his embrace.
8 Cease, ye pilgrims! cease to mourn;
Press onward to the prize.
Soon the Saviour will return
Triumphant in the skies.
Yet a season, and you know
Happy entrance will be given,-
All your sorrows left below,
And earth exchang'd for heaven.
HYMN 64.-8, 8, 6.
The Spiritual Pilgrim.
How happy is the pilgrim's lot,
free from anxious care and
From worldly hope and fear.
Confin'd to neither court nor cell,
His soul disdains on earth to dwell,
He only sojourns here.
2 His happiness in part is mine;
Already sav'd from self-design,
From ev'ry creature love-
Bless'd with the scorn of finite good,
My soul is lighten'd of its load,
And seeks the things above.
3 The things eternal I pursue, And happiness beyond the view Of those who basely pant For things by nature felt and seen: Their honors, wealth, and pleasures mean,
I neither have nor want.
4 Nothing on earth I call my own:
A stranger, to the world unknown,
I all their goods despise:
I trample on their whole delight,
And seek a country out of sight,-
A country in the skies.
5 There is my house and portion fair:
My treasure and my heart are there,
And my abiding home;
For me my elder brethren stay;
And ange's beckon me away,
And Jesus bids me come.
6 I come, thy servant, Lord! replies,
I come to meet thee in the skies,
And claim my heavenly rest.
Now let the pilgrim's journey end;
Now-oh, my Saviour, brother friend!-
Receive me to thy breast!
The Divine Perfections and Providence. HIGH in the heavens, eternal God, Thy goodness in full glory shines, Thy truth shall break through every clond
Which veils and darkens thy designs,
3 Thy justice like the hills remaiús,
Unfathomed depths thy mercies are;
Thy providence the world sustains;
The whole creation is thy care.
3 Since of thy goodness all partake,
With what assurance may the just
Thy sheltering wings their refuge make,
And saints to thy protection trust.
4 Such guests shall to thy courts be led,
To banquet on thy love's repast,
And drink, as from the fountain-head,
Of joys which shall forever last.
50 let thy saints thy favor gain,
To upright hearts thy truth display,
With thee the springs of life remain,
Thy presence is eternal day.
HYMN 66.-C. M.
The first and second coming of Jesus.
ING to the Lord, ye distant lands!
Ye tribes of every tongue!
His new-discovered grace demands
A new and nobler song.
2 Say to the nation's, Jesus came
A guilty world to save.
From vice and error to reclaim,
And rescue from the grave.
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