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Hymn.

Comfort derived from God's presence,

1 TALK with us, LORD, Thyself reveal,
While here o'er earth we rove;
Speak to our hearts, and let us feel
The kindling of Thy love.
2. With Thee conversing, we forget
All time, and toil, and care:
Labour is rest, and pain is sweet,
If Thou, my GOD, art here.

3 Here then, my GOD, vouchsafe to stay,
And bid my heart rejoice;

My bounding heart shall own Thy sway,
And echo to Thy voice.

4 Thou callest me to seek Thy face:
'Tis all I wish to seek

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T'attend the whispers of Thy grace,
And hear Thee inly speak.

5 Let this my ev'ry hour employ,
'Till I Thy glory see!
Enter into my Master's joy,
And find my heav'n in Thee.

Hymn.

Enjoyment of Christ.

1 FAR from my thoughts, vain world, be gone, Let my religious hours alone:

Fain would my eyes my SAVIOUR see;
I wait a visit, LORD, from Thee.

2 My heart grows warm with holy fire,
And kindles with a pure desire;
Come, my dear JESUS, from above,
And feed my soul with heav'nly love.

3 Bless'd JESUS, what delicious fare!
How sweet Thy entertainments are!
Never did angels taste above
Redeeming grace, and dying love.

4 Hail, great IMMANUEL, all divine,
In Thee Thy FATHER'S glories shine;
Thou brightest, sweetest, fairest one,
That eyes have seen, or angels known.

Hymn.

Longing to praise Christ better.

1 LORD, when my thoughts with wonder roll
O'er the sharp sorrows of Thy soul,
And read my Maker's broken laws
Repair'd and honour'd by the cross;

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2 When I behold death, hell, and sin,
Vanquish'd by that dear blood of Thine,
And see the man that groan'd and died
Sit glorious by His FATHER'S side;

3 My passions rise and soar above,
I'm wing'd with faith, and fir'd with love:
Fain would I reach eternal things,
And learn the notes that Gabriel sings.

4 But my heart fails, my tongue complains,
For want of their immortal strains;
And in such humble notes as these
Must fall below Thy victories.

5 Well, the kind minute must appear
When we shall leave these bodies here,
These clogs of clay; and mount on high,
To join the songs above the sky.

Hymn.

Hidden life of a Christian.

10 HAPPY soul! that lives on high,
While men lie grov'lling here!
His hopes are fix'd above the sky,
And faith forbids his fear.

2 His conscience knows no secret stings,
While peace and joy combine
To form a life whose holy springs
Are hidden and divine.

3 He waits in secret on his GOD;
His GOD in secret sees :

Let earth be all in arms abroad,
He dwells in heav'nly peace.

4 His pleasures rise from things unseen, Beyond this world and time,

Where neither eyes nor ears have been,
Nor thoughts of sinners climb.

5 He wants no pomp nor royal throne
To raise His figure here;
Content and pleas'd to live unknown,
Till CHRIST His life appear.

6 He looks to heav'n's eternal hill

To meet that glorious day;

But patient waits His SAVIOUR'S will
To fetch His soul away.

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Heavenly joy on earth.

COME, we that love the LORD,
And let our joys be known;
Join in a song with sweet accord,
And thus surround the throne.

2 The sorrows of the mind

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Be banish'd from the place!
Religion never was design'd

To make our pleasures less.

Let those refuse to sing

That never knew our GOD;

But servants of the heav'nly King
May speak their joys abroad.

This awful GOD is our's,

Our FATHER, and our love;
He shall send down His heav'nly pow'rs
To carry us above.

There we shall see His face,

And never, never sin;

There from the rivers of His grace
Drink endless pleasures in.

6 Yes, and before we rise

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To that immortal state,

The thoughts of such amazing bliss
Should constant joys create.

The men of grace have found
Glory begun below;

Celestial fruits on earthly ground

From faith and hope may grow.

8 The hill of Sion yields

A thousand sacred sweets,

Before we reach the heav'nly fields,
Or walk the golden streets.

9 Then let our songs abound,
And ev'ry tear be dry ;

We're marching thro' IMMANUEL'S ground
To fairer worlds on high.

Hymn.

Christ precious to the Believer.

1 JESUS, I love Thy charming Name,
"Tis music to my ear;

Fain would I sound it out so loud,
That earth and heav'n might hear.

2 Yes, Thou art precious to my soul,
My transport and my trust;
Jewels to Thee are gaudy toys,
And gold is sordid dust.

3 All my capacious pow'rs can wish,
In Thee doth richly meet;
Nor to my eyes is light so dear,
Nor friendship half so sweet.

4 Thy grace shall dwell upon my heart,
And shed it's fragrance there ;

The noblest balm of all it's wounds,
The cordial of it's care.

5 I'll speak the honours of Thy Name,
With my last lab`ring breath ;
And, dying, clasp Thee in my arms,
The antidote of death.

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