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What Point before in Thought and Will
We labour'd at in vain,

That Point we now in Fact and Life
Infenfibly attain:

Upon the World and its fine Things
Our Thoughts no longer ay
To it we leave its own broad Path,
We're call'd another Way:
The Crofs, the Cross is all our Aim,
To this our Eye we guide ;
Of this we a fweet Feeling have,
Would nothing feel befide.

12 Our King mean while (who from a Love Beyond Repayment far,

Lends to our Ufes all good Things,
This gracious King) takes Care
That in those happy Years of Life
Which yet remain to run,

We ne'er fhall want our needful Food,
Nor Raiment to put on.

13 We thank Him for it, our good Lord!
But yet it is confeft,

To us thefe Gifts of His are not
The dearest or the beft:

There's other Hunger, other Thirst
In each anointed Heart;

By the Lamb's dying kindled 'tis,
And by His bitter Smart.

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The Fountain of his Grace we fain In largest Draughts would drink, And feed upon his Word, till we Beneath the Sweetness fink.

The Righteousness that comes by Blood, Is our Life-giving Feast;

Still on thofe Wounds our Souls would harg
As Infants on the Breaft.

And when we have for our own Wants
Receiv'd enough and more,

When from the bleft atoning Blood
Our Hearts do now flow o'er ;
Then we with deep Compaffion look
On other Souls around,

And gladly call them to partake

Our Spoil that we have found.
16"Ye Sons of Men, attend, we cry,
We have good News to tell :-
Come tafte and fee what Blifs is here!
I'm fill'd and furnish'd well.'
Our Saviour works in us Himself
This tender friendly Will;
And as we further know his Love,
We grow the tend'rer ftill.

17 Among his Family of Grace
This Secret He hath faid,

"My Gifts will by imparting grow,
Their Nature is to fpread."

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The more we therefore give and fpend
In our poor Brethren's Aid,
More richly ftill in each and all
The Bleffing is display'd.

18 So, like a Tide that can't be check'd,
The Virtue of his Wounds
To perfect in us all his Will,
Mysteriously abounds:
Holier and purer ev'ry Day
The Soul within doth grow;
A Glory this, but fuch as Chrift
Is ready to bestow:

19 To each 'tis giv'n, whom duly He
Hath chosen by his Grace,

And made His own, and number'd with
His Children's happy Race;
Such at that Moment in one Gift
True Freedom do receive ;
And of this Privilege the Soul
No Devil can bereave.

20 Freedom it is, to purge the Heart
With the exactest Care,

That neither Avarice nor Luft

Nor Pride do harbour there.

And when fome Ill won't leave its Hold

For ought that we can do,.

We know the Remedy; 'tis Grace;
We let that Stream flow thro'.

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21 This, by the Saviour's Pow'r expels
All Remnants, ev'n the leaft,
Of what the Enemy first wrought
And planted in our Breast.
He who in gen'ral has destroy'd
The Devil's Work and Reign,
How eafy can He in one Heart
Command that all be clean?

22 That fomewhat of this Kind in us
Is done thro' Grace divine,
Ev'n that with God, as Priefts of his,
We ftand, this is the Sign:

While to our virt'ous Lives and Deeds
The World doth Witness bear:
But a fmall Spark, an Infant Faith
It doth to us appear.

23 Eafy for us to think of each
Poor Sinner that we fee,
He to the Children's Order too
Belongs as well as we :

And could I bring him once to know
Our Jefu's Blood and Love,
Better than I, upon that Sight,

He in one Hour would prove.

24 For with the fweet familiar Joy's
Felt from indulgent Grace,
A perfect Senfe how wretched we
In ourfelves are, keeps Pace.

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The farther then Grace leads us on
With fresh Succeffes crown'd,
Still the more pleasant to our Ear
The Sinner's Hymn will found.

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7Hat Pains poor Souls go thro' to trace The Way to Peace and Happiness, Before 'tis on their Minds impress'd That Chrift's the Sinner's only Rest! 2 His Wounds ftand open to receive Such helpless Sinners as believe; Thither I fly with eager Hafte, And kifs His Crofs, and hold it fast. His Wounds to me are very fweet; When I fink down before His Feet As poor and helpless, then my Soul Melts, and His Blood runs thro' the Whole. 4 Strive I to make my own felf Poor?

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get much Pain, but nothing more: Strive I in Comforts to be great? Inftead of Joy. I Mis'ry. meet.

5 But when He fhews me how I rove,

And court my Brethren's Praife and Love, How Self-will raifes Difcontent

Against my Saviour's Government,

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