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Thy Grace aboundeth most.
On me, my King, exert Thy Pow'r,
Make old Things pafs away,
Create all new, and draw me ftill,
Still nearer ev'ry Day.

4 O Give me great exceeding Grace,
Thou feeft for that I've Need,
'Twas for fuch deep-corrupted Hearts
Thou didst fo freely bleed;
Yet let me not Thy Grace abuse,
And fin because Thou'rt good,
But let thy Love fill me with Shame,
That I have it withstood.

5 Thou know'it which Way to rectify.
Each stubborn Ill within,
And to fubdue my ev'ry Thought,
And conquer all that's Sin.
Thou canft bring me, who am fo weak,
To keep my Eye on Thee
Conftantly fix'd; and ever in

Thy Prefence glad to be.

6 Saviour of Sinners, now do this, Let me not turn away

From Thy dear Crofs and bleeding Wounds;

But bind me there to flay:

Olet Thy Love conftrain my Heart,

This foolish Heart of mine,

Thy Love will melt the hardest Rocks,
Its Power is divine.

7 Shew forth Thy Pity and Thy Love
On me, Thou tend'reft Lord,
Watch over me with ftri&teft Care,
And daily Strength afford :
Chaflife me when I do amifs,

Let not one Thought arise
Which can difpleafe my gracious Lord,
But, fend me fresh Supplies.

8 O give me Grace, ftill give me more,
Still draw me nearer Thee,

O give me till I truly know
Thy boundless Love to me;
Imprefs Thy Wounds upon my Heart
With all thy bitter Pain,
And there abide for evermore,
And all the Vict'ry gain.

9 Remind me of it conftantly,
For I forgetful am,

Of Thy dear bloody Sufferings,
And all Thy Grief and Shame ;

Lord fpeak to me with Thy fweet Voice,
And give me Ears to hear,

For Thou my Saviour Jefus art,
Who me hath bought fo dear.

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10 Thou the more gracious art to me, O Chrift thou Son of God,

That I should feel myself this Wretch,
Yet know and tafte Thy Blood;
I praise and thank Thee, dearest Lamb,
For all which Thou haft done,
Since Thou doft take me as I am
For Thy redeemed. One.

11 O praise the Lord, for he is good,
His Mercy lafts for ever;
O praise him, who fo gracious is
Poor Sinners to deliver:
Jefu, that bloody Sacrifice,
Which offer'd was for me,
O bring me always to behold,
And fink with Shame 'fore Thee.

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XCIX.

From the German.

No. 1197.

Jefu, blefs thy Witneffes!

endover them thy Hands of Love!

Behold them in their deftin'd Race,
Where bold in Faith's bright Path they

move :

For each Miftake, for ev'ry Want,

Give Grace and Abfolution;

And

And let them "Holy, Holy," chant
With all the Angels round the Throne.

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From the German.
No: 1266

Jefu! Thee we blefs:

Lamb! we our Thanks exprefs!

Thee, as the great eternal Son,

- All Things with deep Abafement own.
Angels, and all the Pow'rs above,
Whatever ferves the Father's Love;
The Cherubim, and fi'ry Cloud
Of Seraphs, ever cry aloud,
"Unfpotted, martyr'd Lamb!
"Bridegroom with Eyes of Flame!
"Who left'it Thy Throne on high,
“T' affume Humanity;

"Full of Thy glorious Pow'r Divine
"The Earth and highest Heavens fhine."
The Twelve, Thy chofen Friends confeft,
Thy Prophets, and Thy Martyrs bleft,
Together all their Voices raife,
And yield Thee loud and folemn Praise.
By the whole Church, where'er difpers'd,
On Earth Thy Praises are rehears'd.
The Four, who reft not Night or Day,

Of

Of Thee have fomething ftill to fay;
And of the high-enthroned Sire;

And Him that flames in fev'n-fold Fire.*
The Elders caft their Crowns away,
And willing Adoration pay.

O King of Glory, Chriit the Lord,
Thou'rt God's own Son, th' eternal Word;
Yet to fave Man, Thou didst not scorn
Of a mean Virgin to be, born.
Death Thou hait wholly difpoffefs'd,
And with Thy Church the World hast bleft.
At God's Right-hand Thou fitteft Lord,
Co-equal, and alike ador'd.

To be the Judge Thou fhalt appear,

And Quick and Dead Thy Voice thall hear. We play Thee, help thy Servants, Lord, Whom with thy Blood Thou haft reftor'd; Let us with all thy Saints above

Enjoy thy everlafting Love.

Thy People fave from Satan's Rage, And blefs thy chofen Heritage. Govern them here with watchful Eye, In endless Glory lift them high! Daily, O Lamb! our Voice we raife, And tremblinglyhine Office praife, "That Thou the facred Book could't take "Worthy its feven Seals to break; "That Thou vouchfafeft to proclaim "O'er us Thy Friends the hidden Name;

* Rev. iv. 5.

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