3 O let us our own works forsake,
Ourselves and all we have deny,
Thy condescending counsel take,
And come to Thee, pure gold to buy,

4 Gold that can bear the fiery test,

And make the buyer rich indeed; Adorn us in the milk-white vest,

And over us Thy mantle spread.

5 When this unspotted robe we wear,
Our sins are cover'd all by Thee;
No longer doth our shame appear,
Salvation in Thy light we see.

6 Touch'd by an unction from above,
Our eyes are open'd to perceive
The mystery of redeeming love,
The death by which alone we live.

7 Beholding as with open face

The glory of the Lord, we go

From strength to strength, from grace to grace, And perfect holiness below.

8 O might we through Thy grace attain
The faith Thou never wilt reprove,

The faith that purges every stain,
The faith that always works by love.

9 O might we see in this our day

The things belonging to our peace, And timely meet Thee in Thy way

Of judgments, and our sins confess;

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10 Thy fatherly chastisements own,
With filial awe revere the rod,
And turn with zealous haste, and run
Into the outstretch'd arms of God.

11 Behold, Thou standest at the door,
Thou knockest long at every heart,
Ready the sinner to restore,

And lift the fallen up, Thou art.

12 Thou callest all men to repent;

And all men may obey Thy call,
They may, the stoniest may, relent;
Thy death hath bought the grace for all.

13 What Thou hast lent we all may use,
We all our talents may improve;
We need not, Lord, Thy grace refuse,
Or stop our ears against Thy love.

14 Thou hast obtain'd for us a power
Thy proffer'd mercy to embrace;
And all may know their gracious hour,
And all may close with saving grace.

PART III.

I SAVIOUR of all, to Thee we bow,

And own Thee faithful to Thy word;
We hear Thy voice, and open now
Our hearts to entertain our Lord.

2 Come in, come in, Thou heavenly Guest;
Delight in what Thyself hast given,
On Thy own gifts and graces feast,

And make the contrite heart Thy heaven.

3 Smell the sweet odour of our prayers,
Our sacrifice of praise approve,
And treasure up our gracious tears,
And rest in Thy redeeming love.

4 Beneath Thy shadow let us sit,

Call us Thy friend, and love, and bride, And bid us freely drink and eat

Thy dainties, and be satisfied.

5 O let us on Thy fulness feed,

And eat Thy flesh, and drink Thy blood! Jesu, Thy blood is drink indeed,

Jesu, Thy flesh is angels' food.

6 The heavenly manna faith imparts ; Faith makes Thy fulness all our own, We feed upon Thee in our hearts,

And find that heaven and Thou art one.

7 An heaven begun on earth we feel,

Who conquer in the glorious strife,
And pass o'er sin, and earth, and hell,
Triumphant, to eternal life.

8 The fulness of eternal bliss

We shall from Thee receive above;
This the reward of conquests, this

The crown of all-victorious love.

9 Conqueror of sin, and hell, and death,
As Thou the dreadful fight hast won,
And wearest now the' immortal wreath,
And sittest on Thy Father's throne;

10 So shalt Thou grant to all that fight

And conquer in Thy mighty name,
To claim the kingdom as their right,

Their sufferings and their crown the same.

II Who bore Thy cross shall wear Thy crown,
Shall triumph in Thy victory,

And in Thy glorious throne sit down,

And reign in endless bliss with Thee.

THE SPIRIT AND THE BRIDE SAY, COME! [Revelation xxii. 17.]

I LORD, I believe Thy work of grace

Is perfect in the soul;

His heart is pure who sees Thy face,
His spirit is made whole,

2 From every sickness, by Thy word,
From every sore disease,

Saved, and to perfect health restored,
To perfect holiness.

3 He walks in glorious liberty,

To sin entirely dead;

The Truth, the Son hath made him free,
And he is free indeed.

4 He lives, when Thou hast fully wrought
The work of faith with power,

Upright in deed, and word, and thought
He lives, and sins no more.

5 Throughout his soul Thy glories shine,
His soul is all renew'd,

And deck'd in righteousness Divine,
And cloth'd and fill'd with God.

6 In spirit join'd, and one with Thee, And purged from all his stains, No wrinkle of infirmity,*

No spot of sin remains.

7 He knows Thee now as he is known,
Thy fulness he receives;

Flesh of Thy flesh, bone of Thy bone,
In Thee he ever lives.

8 This is the rest, the life, the peace
Which all Thy people prove;
Love is the bond of perfectness,
And all their soul is love.

9 Thy people are all sanctified;
And Thou shalt say to me,
"Thou art all fair, My love, My bride,
There is no spot in thee."

10 O joyful sound of gospel grace!
Christ shall in me appear;

I, even I, shall see His face,
I shall be holy here.

11 I shall from every sin be free;
(The word of God is sure;)

Walk before Him, and perfect be,
And pure as God is pure.

I. e., Such infirmities as David speaks of, Psalm ciii. 3.