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Whose hearts ascend with warm desire
To feel thy presence near.

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CCCXVII. C. M. New Selec.

A gracious God.

My soul, arise in joyful lays,

Renounce this earthly clod,

Tune all thy pow'rs in sweetest praise,
And sing, thy gracious God.

2 When in my heart his heav'nly love
He sweetly sheds abroad,
How joyfully he makes me prove
He is my gracious God.

3 In all my trials here below,
I'll humbly kiss the rod,

For this through grace I surely know,
He's still my gracious God."

4 In all the ways through which I've pass'd,
And all the paths I've trod,
It ever has appear'd at last
That he's my gracious God.
5 When in my last departing hour
Ipass through death's cold flood,
Upheld by sov'reign love and pow'r,
I'll sing, my gracious God.

6 But when he shall my spirit bring
To heav'n, my bless'd abode,
There to eternity I'll sing,
Thou art my gracious God.

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CCCXVIII. L. M. Boston Collec..
Come, see a man, &c. John iv. 29.

JESUS, dear Lord, we bless his name,

And joyful sing his glorious fame; He wrought salvation's wondrous plan: Come, sinners, come, and see the man.

2 He kindly calls the sin-sick soul,

Heals all his wounds, and makes him whole,
He saves and none beside him can;

Come, singers, come, and see the man.

3 He tells them all things they have done, Shows them what dreadful lengths they've run, Has he in you this work began?

Dear souls, then come, and see the man.

4 Bow to the sceptre of the Lord,

Trust in his name, receive his word;

Though in your sins you long have ran
There yet is hope! come, see the man.
5 Thus Jesus, when at Jacob's well,
Did to the woman all things tell;
Smit with his love, at once she ran,
And others call'd, come, see the man.
6 Gladly she told to all around
What a dear Jesus she had found,
And straight to preach his love began;
Sure this is Christ, come, see the man.

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CCCXIX. C. M. Broaddus's Collec.
Bosom friend.

THAT I had a bosom friend.
To tell my secrets to !

On whose advice I might depend
In every thing I do.

2 How do I wander up and down,
And no one pities me,

I seem a stranger quite unknown
A child of misery.

3 None lends an ear to my complaint,
Nor minds my eries or tears:
None comes to cheer me, though I faint,
Nor my vast burden bears.

4 Whilst others live in mirth and ease,
And feel no want or wo,

Through this waste howling wilderness
I full of sorrows go.-

5 O faithless soul! to reason thus,
And murmur without end;
Did Christ expire upon the cross,
And is not he thy friend?
Why dost thou envy carnal men,
And think their state so blest?
How great salvation hast thou seen
And Jesus is thy rest!

7 What can this lower world afford
Compar'd with gospel-grace?
Thy happiness is in the Lord,
And thou shalt see his face!

8 Can present grief be counted great
Compar'd with future woes?

Will transient pleasures seem so sweet
Compar'd with endless joys?

9 How soon will God withdraw the scene, And burn the world he made!

Then wo to carnal, sinful men !
My soul lift up thy head!
10 Thy Saviour is thy real friend,
Constant and true and good;
He will be with thee to the end,
And bring thee safe to God,

11 Then why, my soul, art thou so sad ?
When will thy sighs be o'er?
Rejoice in Jesus and be glad,
Rejoice for ever more.

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CCCXX. L. M. Swain.

Christ the only refuge for poor Sinners.
INNERS, away from Sinai fly!

To Calv'ry's bloody scene repair;
Behold the Prince of Glory die,

And read your peace and pardon there!

2 Search into every open'd wound;

Trace the sharp scourge, the nails, the spear, And full salvation will be found

In crimson letters written there.

3 No works of man, to raise the sum,
Or pay the ransom, must be brought;
Helpless and poor to Jesus come,

Nor hope to bring a perfect thought.
4 Your faith, your hope, and righteousness,
Are treasur'd up in him alone;
Your rich supplies of grace and peace,
Spring from the works your Lord has done.
CCCXXI. L. M. Swain.

Union to Christ.

1 WHY should the saints be fill'd with dread, Or yield their joys to slavish fear?

Heav'n can't be full, which holds the head, 'Till ev'ry member's present there!

2 In heav'n the head the members hereTen thousand thousand, yet but one!

So far asunder, yet so near!

Some yet unborn-soine round the throne:

3 How bright eternal wisdom shines! When it displays eternal love; Instructing by these dazzling lines

The earth beneath and heav'n above!

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CCCXXII. L. M. P.

Experience.

SINNER from my birth I've been; In rising years 'twas plainly seen For sixteen years I stray'd from God, Without concern, the downward road. In sickness then I felt a shock,

2 Twas sore, but ah! 'Twas soon forgot; Alas! I turn'd to sin again,

And carnal pleasures sooth'd my pain.
3 Thus thrice with fear I was alarm'd ;
Thrice back again to sin was charm'd ;
I fear'd the dire rewards of sin,

But lov'd not holiness within.
4 Then the eternal spirit spoke,
And blasted all my legal hope,
Convinc'd me of my dreadful state,
And then I cry'd, "It is too late."
5 But O, the incarnate Son of God!
When I was sinking-took my load;
The Father show'd my sins forgiv'n,
And said, my name was writ in heav'n.
6 Come, saints below, and saints above,
Who long have known redeeming love ;
Assist an Infant in the road,

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To praise the holy Triune God.

CCCXXIII. C. M. Evan. Magazine.

It is I. Matt. xiv. 27. Mark vi. 50. John vi. 20.

WH clouds obscure the sky;

THEN storm and tempest loudly howl,

When lightnings flash and thunders roll,
Be not afraid, 'tis I!

2 If doubts about a future state,

Extort the serious cry,

What shall I do? my sins are great:
Be not afraid-'tis J.

3 While Satan aims a fiery dart,

Temptations make thee sigh;

Believe in me; I'll keep thy heart;
Be not afraid, 'tis I.

4 Should health, and wealth, and friends forsake, And death itself draw nigh;

Tho' heart should break, and nature shake; Be not afraid, 'tis I.

3 'Tis I who liv'd-'tis I who dy'd,

That thou might'st reign on high

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Behold my hands, my feet, my side,
And be convinc'd 'tis I.

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CCCXXIV. C M. P

Eternity.

TERNITY! unequall'd thought!
What infinite concerns

Await the millions yet untaught.
To think of death's alarms!
2 Eternity! O boundless word!
To each believer sweet;

There saints for ever with the Lord'
Shall dwell in bliss complete.

3 Eternity! O dreadful sound,
To souls afraid of death;

To sinners not in Jesus found,

When God demands their breath.
4 The wretch his sinful race has run!
His body's rack'd with pain;
His pleasures and his God are gone
And all his hopes are vain.
5 But O the never-dying soul,
Laden with guilt and fear!

Though boundless horrors through it roll
Must at the bar appear ;-

6 Must see that God whose word and ways
And saints it once contemn'd ;-
Must sink beneath the flaming waves
And dwell amongst the damn'd.
CCCXXV. C. M. Newton.
A sight of the Cross.

1 I Unaw'd by shame or fear;

Nevil long I took delight,

"Till a new object struck my sight
And stopp'd my wild career.

2 I saw one hanging on a tree,
In agonies and blood;

Who fix'd his languid eyes on me,
As near the cross I stood.

3 Sure never till my latest breath
Can I forget that look;

It seem'd to charge me with his death,
Though not a word he spoke.

4 My conscience felt and own'd the guilt, And plung'd me in despair;

I saw my sins his blood had spilt,
And help'd to nail him there.