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Living by CHRIST.
1. ESU, thy boundless Love to me
No Thought can reach, no Tongue declare :
And reign without a Rival there.
May dwell, but thy pure Love alone :
ITI. © Love, how chearing is thy Ray?
All Pain before thy Presence fies ! Care, Anguilh, Sorrow melt away
Where'er thy healing Beams arise : © Jesu, nothing may I see, Nothing hear, feel, or think but Thee !
Dauntless to the high Prize aspire;
And Day and Night be all my Care
In Want, in Shame, in Pain haft shewa,
And foul with Sins of deepeft ftain ; But Thou the mighty Saviour art,
Nor flow'd thy cleansing Blood in vain. Ah! sofien, melt this Rock, and may Thy Blood wafh all these Srains away.
VII. that my Heart, which
stands, May catch each Drop, that tort'ring Pain Arm’d by mny Sins, wrung from thy Hands,
Thy feet, thy Head, thy ev'ry Vein : That still iny Breast may heave with Sighs, Still Tears of Love o'erflow my Eyes.
VIII. O that I, as a little Child,
May follow Thee, nor ever rest, Till sweetly Thou haft pour'd thy mild And lowly Mind into
So shall I run, and never tire :
Be Thou my Hope, my fole Defire.
Free me from ev'ry Weight ; nor Fear,
My Portion and my Treasure Thou!
To thee alone my Soul I bow. Without Thee all is Pain ; my Mind Repose in nought but Thee can find.
In Thee alone is all my Reft ;
Jesu, and I in Thee am blest.
My Star by Night, my Sun by Day:
My Wine to chear, my Bread to stay,
What profits me that I am born?
Nor know I Peace, till Thou return.
From all Eternity with Love
Unchangeable 'Thou hast me view'd; E'er knew this beating Heart to move,
Thy tender Mercies me puru'd :.
Ever with me may they abide,
(How wond'rous Things thy Love hath wrought) Still lead me, left I go aftray,
Direct my Work, inspire my Thought:
In Weakness be thy Love my Pow'r ;
Jesu, in that important Hour,
Wa: ever Grief like Thine ?
All my Sins were laid on Thee:
My Love is crucify'd!
Pour, my Eyes, a ceaseless Flood, Feel, my Soul, the Pangs divine, Catch, my Heart, th' illuing Blood
For Thee submit to die?
Rival of thy Paffion prove ?
I only live for This :
There by Faith for ever dwell;
Thee, and only Thee to feel,
Rooted and fix'd in Love,
Wise to fathom Things Divine,
With all thy Saints below.
Gasps in Thee to live and move, Fillid with All the Deity,
All immers'd and loft in Love !