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Beam forth Thy Rays on ev'ry one 2
And let us their fresh Influence try.

2 Come, and step down before our Face,
And kifs our weary troubled Heart;
To us Thy humble Mind impart,
Which murmur'd not in deep Diftrefs.

3 Thou know't that our whole Heart's De

light

Is in Thy Name and Kingdom dear;
We cry, when we pray to Thee here:
O Jefu take us to Thee quite.

4 Since we are now bound down so fast,
That we're unable to remove;

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And yet Thou, from a burning Love,"
Purchas'd us by Thy God's-Blood haft:

Look on us therefore, Lamb most dear!
Thou Son of God, Almighty Youth!
We are Thy Heritage in truth;

And therefore fain fome Fruit would bear. 6 Give us a free and clear'd-up Heart, Which may Thee always feel as Love, Which may the Members alfo move With Rapture; happy ev'n in Smart.

7 A meek Child's Mind into us pour,
That we amidst our Poverty
May joy in our Election free;
Expecting a refreshing Hour,

8 Unmoy'd

8 Unmov'd on Grace's Ground we'll stay ; May we its Guidance never leave, And may we always clear perceive Its glimm'ring, leaft we go aftray. 9. Hold Thy Side open to us ftill; We feek with longing thirsty Souls That Well which fprings from l'hy Woundholes ;

And

eager thence drink out our Fill.

10 Now Thou our Righteoufnefs, dear Lord! Who haft forgiv'n us ev'ry 'Sin,

And wash'd us thro' Thy Blood quite clean;
For this be praised and ador'd.

11 We all with deepeft Shame here blush;
To Grace we have no Right nor Plea,
But this, that Thou beftow'ft it free;
We're humbled, proftrate in the Duft.
12 Yet glad we take, what thou wilt give,
O let our Number be increas'd;
Thy Prefence makes us greatly bleft;
How vaft's thy Love which we perceive,

M

LXXXI.

Y deareft Lamb, I inly pray

To fee thy Death more clear each Day; To feel Thy Grace, Thy quick'ning Pow'r;

To

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To fink into Thy Wounds each Hour;
To learn to fit in Stilnefs at Thy Feet;
To wifh and pant in Thee to be compleat.
LXXXII.

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Y Dearest Lamb I now fink down,
And bow before Thy Feet;

Here is my Heart, quite vile and base,
Do with t as Thou think it meet.

2 For whither can I go, my Lord;
But only to thy Blood?

What can make clean this filthy Heart?
Nothing but that pure Flood,

3 I thank Thee for that Grace and Light
Which fhew me what I am;

I thank Thee too for all I know Of Thee, Thou bleffed Lamb. 4 True, 'tis but little that I know

Of Thee, and what Thou art;
But be Thou pleas'd to teach me more,
And fill with Love my Heart,

5. Come join with me, Companions dear,
No longer rob the Lamb;

But let us give to Him our Hearts,
Becaufe for them He came,

6 Him we may love and love again,
Nor can we e'er exceed,

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Since out of burning Love to us
He was content to bleed.

7 For us poor Duft and Afhes vile
The Saviour freely dy'd:

May this fink deep in all our Hearts,
And ever there abide.

8 Low at thy Feet, Lord Jefus Christ,
O may we ever lie,

And love and thank Thee more and more
To all Eternity

MY

LXXXIII.

Y Jefus, look on me Thy Child,
Who am both weak and faint:
Sinners are Thine, then take Thy own,
And make a Wretch a Saint.

2 Cleanse me and wash me in Thy Blood,
Then only Thine I'll be;

Create me Thine, and I will have
No other Lord but Thee.

3 Take my poor Heart juft as it is,
Set up therein Thy Throne;
So fhall I love Thee above all
And live to Thee alone.

4 Remember, Lord, when Thou didst hang And die upon the Tree,

For whom were all Thy Wounds and Pains,
But for the World and me?

5 There

5 There Thou did't purchafe Life for all,
For all poor Adam's Race,

That all who tasted of his Death
Might likewife tafte Thy Grace.

6 Thanks to Thee, deareft Lamb, that Thou Haft waken'd me from Death,

And rous'd me out of Sin's deep Sleep,
And call'd to walk in Faith.

7 Compleat thy Work, and crown Thy Grace,
That I may faithful prove,
And liften to that small still Voice,
Which only whispers Love:

8 Which teaches me what is Thy Will,
Which tells me what to do,

Which covers me with Shame, when I Do not Thy Will purfueron: Jes) at 9 This Unction may I ever feel, od i This Teaching from my Lord,ga And learn Obedience to Thy Voice, Thy foft reviving Word.

LXXXIV:

MY Saviour, Thou didft fhed
Thy precious Blood for me

Odwell within my worthlefs Heart,,
And let me live to Thee.
Tho callest all," O Lord,

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