Let me but thyself possess,
Total sum of happiness!
Real bliss I then shall prove,

Heaven below, and heaven above.

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C.M.-The Happiness of Believers.

1 HAPPY the souls to Jesus join'd,
And sav'd by grace alone:
Walking in all his ways, they find
Their heaven on earth begun.

2 The Church triumphant in thy love,
Their mighty joys we know;

They sing the Lamb in hymns above,
And we in hymns below.

3 Thee, in thy glorious realm, they praise,
And bow before thy throne!
We, in the kingdom of thy grace;
The kingdoms are but one.
4 The holy to the holiest leads;
From thence our spirits rise;
And he that in thy statutes treads,
Shall meet thee in the skies.

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L.M.-The Christian's Honour and Happiness.

1 HONOUR and happiness unite

To make the Christian's name a praise: How fair the scene, how clear the light, That fills the remnant of his days!

2 A kingly character he bears,

No change his priestly office knows;
Unfading is the crown he wears,
His joys can never reach a close.
3 Adorn'd with glory from on high,
Salvation shines upon his face;
His robe is of the' ethereal dye,
His steps are dignity and grace.

4 The noblest creature seen below,
Ordain'd to fill a throne above;
God gives him all he can bestow,
His kingdom of eternal love!

5 My soul is ravish'd at the thought! Methinks from earth I see him rise! Angels congratulate his lot,

And shout him welcome to the skies!

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C.M.-The Christian's happy State.

1 HOW happy is the Christian's state,
His sins are all forgiven:

A cheering ray confirms the grace,
And lifts his hopes to heaven.
2 Though in the rugged path of life
He heaves the pensive sigh,
Yet trusting in his God, he finds
Delivering grace is nigh.

3 If, to prevent his wandering steps,
He feels the chastening rod,

The gentle stroke shall bring him back
To his forgiving God.

4 And, when the welcome message comes To call his soul away,

His soul in raptures shall ascend
To everlasting day.

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P.M.-Happiness in bearing the Cross.

1 'TIS my happiness below

Not to live without the cross,
But the Saviour's power to know,
Sanctifying every loss:
Trials must and will befall;

But with humble faith to see
Love inscrib'd upon them all,
This is happiness to me.

2 God, in Israel, sows the seeds
Of affliction, pain, and toil;

These spring up, and choke the weeds
Which would else o'erspread the soil:
Trials make the promise sweet,
Trials give new life to prayer;
Trials bring me to his feet,

Lay me low, and keep me there. 3 Did I meet no trials here,

No chastisement by the way,
Might I not, with reason, fear
I should prove a castaway?
Bastards may escape the rod,
Sunk in earthly, vain delight;
But the true-born child of God
Must not, would not, if he might.

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L.M.-Hatred of Sin.

1 HOLY Lord God! I love thy truth,
Nor dare thy least commandment slight;
Yet pierc'd by sin, the serpent's tooth,
I mourn the anguish of the bite.

2 But though the poison lurks within,
Hope bids me still with patience wait;
Till death shall set me free from sin,
Free from the only thing I hate.

3 Had I a throne above the rest,

Where angels and archangels dwell, One sin unslain within my breast,

Would make that heaven as dark as hell.

4 The prisoner sent to breathe fresh air, And blest with liberty again,

Would mourn, were he condemn'd to wear One link of all his former chain.

5 But oh! no foe invades the bliss, When glory crowns the Christian's head; One view of Jesus as he is,

Will strike all sin for ever dead.

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L.M.-Consecration of the Heart to Christ.

1 O THOU who camest from above,
The pure celestial fire to' impart!
Kindle a flame of sacred love,

On the mean altar of my heart.
2 There let it, for thy glory, burn
With inextinguishable blaze;
And, trembling, to its source return

In humble prayer, and fervent praise. 3 Jesus, confirm my heart's desire

To work, and speak, and think for thee; Still let me guard the holy fire, And still stir up thy gift in me. 4 Ready for all thy perfect will,

My acts of faith and love repeat, Till death thy endless mercies seal, And make the sacrifice complete.

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C.M.-A tender Conscience.

1 ALMIGHTY God of truth and love,

In me thy power exert,

The mountain from my

soul remove,

The hardness from my heart.

2 I want a principle within Of jealous, godly fear;

A sensibility of sin,

A pain to feel it near.

3 I want the first approach to feel

Of pride, or fond desire,

To catch the wandering of my will,
And quench the kindling fire.

4 From thee that I no more may part,
No more thy goodness grieve,
The filial awe, the fleshly heart,
The tender conscience give.
5 Quick as the apple of an eye,
O God, my conscience make,
Awake my soul, when sin is nigh,
And keep it still awake.

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P.M.-The Image of God.

1 FATHER of eternal grace,
Glorify thyself in me;
Meekly beaming in our face,
May the world thine image see.

2 Happy only in thy love,

Poor, unfriended, or unknown,
Fix my thoughts on things above,
Stay my heart on thee alone.
3 Humble, holy, all resign'd

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To thy will, thy will be done! Give me, Lord, the perfect mind Of thy well-beloved Son.

4 Counting gain and glory loss, May I tread the path he trod, Die with Jesus on the cross,

Rise with him to thee my

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God.

C.M.-Christians chosen to bring forth permanent Fruit. John xv. 16. 1 I OWN, my God, thy sovereign grace,

And bring the praise to thee;

If thou my chosen portion art,
Thou first hast chosen me.

2 My gracious counsellor and guide
Will hear me when I

pray;

Nor while I urge a Saviour's name,
Will frown my soul away.