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If rough and thorny be my Way,
My Strength proportion to my Day:
Till Toil, and Grief, and Pain fhall ceafe,
Where all is Calm, and Joy, and Peace.

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ESU, thy boundless Love to me

JES

No Thought can reach, no Tongue declare: O knit my thankful Heart to Thee, And reign without a Rival there. Thine wholly, Thine alone I am: Be Thou alone my conftant Flame.

IL

O grant, that nothing in my Soul
May dwell, but thy pure Love alone
may thy Love poffefs me whole,
My Joy, my Treasure, and my Crown.
Strange Fires far from my Soul remove,
My ev'ry Act, Word, Thought, be Love.

III.

Love, how chearing is thy Ray? All Pain before thy Prefence flies! Care, Anguifh, Sorrow melt away Where'er thy healing Beams arife: JESU, nothing may I fee,

Nothing hear, feel, or think but Thee!

IV.

Unweary'd may I this purfue,

Dauntless to the high Prize afpire;
Hourly within my Breaft renew
This only Flame, this heav'nly Fire;

And

And Day and Night be all my Care
To guard this facred Treasure there.

V.

My Saviour, Thou thy Love to me

In Want, in Shame, in Pain haft fhew'd,
For me on the accurfed Tree

Thou pouredit forth thy guiltless Blood:
Thy Wounds upon my Heart impress,
Nor ought fhall the lov'd Stamp efface.

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More hard than Marble is my Heart,
And foul with Sins of deepeft ftain ;
But Thou the mighty Saviour art,

Nor flow'd thy cleanfing Blood in vain.
Ah! foften, melt this Rock, and may
Thy Blood wath all thefe Stains away.

VII.

O that my Heart, which open fstands,
May catch each Drop, that tort'ring Pain
Arm'd by my Sins, wrung from thy Hands,
Thy Feet, thy Head, thy ev'ry Vein:
That ftill my Breaft 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 reft, Till fweetly Thou haft pour'd thy mild And lowly Mind into my Breaft:

Nor may we ever parted be

Till I become one Sp'rit with Thee.

IX.

O draw me, Saviour, after Thee,
So fhall I run, and never tire:
With gracious Words ftill comfort me;
Be Thou my Hope, my fole Defire.

Free

Free me from ev'ry Weight; nor Fear,
Nor Sin can come, it Thou art here.

X.

My Health, my Light, my Life, my Crown,
My Portion and my Treafure Thou!

O take me, feal me for thine own;
To thee alone my Soul I bow.
Without Thee all is Pain; my Mind
Repose in nought but Thee can find.

́Howe'er I rove, where'er I turn,'
In Thee alone is all my Reft;
Be thou my Flame, within me burn,
JESU, and I in Thee am blest.
Thou art the Balm of Life: My Soul
Is faint; O fave, O make it whole!

XII.

What in thy Love poffefs I not?
My Star by Night, my Sun by Day;
My fpring of Life, when parch'd with Drought;
My Wine to chear, my Bread to stay.
My Strength, my Shield, my fafe Abode,
My Robe before the Throne of GOD!

XIII.

Ah Love! Thy Influence withdrawn,
What profits me that I am born?
All my Delight, my Joy is gone,
Nor know I Peace, till Thou return.
Thee may I feek till I attain ;
And never may we part again.

XIV.

From all Eternity with Love
Unchangeable Thou haft me view'd;
E'er knew this beating Heart to move,
Thy tender Mercies me puru'd:

Ever

Ever with me may they abide,

And close me in on ev'ry Side.

XV.

`Still let thy Love point out my Way,

(How wond'rous Things thy Love hath wrought) Still lead me, left I go aftray,

Direct my Work, infpire my Thought:

And when I fall, foon may 1 hear
Thy Voice, and know that Love is near.

XVI.

In Suff'ring be thy Love my Peace,
In Weakness be thy Love my Pow'r;
And when the Storms of Life shall cease,
JESU, in that important Hour,
In Death as Life be Thou my Guide,
And fave me, who for me haft dy'd!

HYMN to CHRIST.

SAV

1.

AVIOUR, the World's and Mine,
Was ever Grief like Thine?
Thou my Pain, my Curfe haft took,
All my Sins were laid on Thee :
Help me, LORD, to thee I look ;
Draw me, Saviour, after Thee.

II.

'Tis done! my God hath dy'd,
My Love is crucify'd!

Break, this ftony Heart of mine,
Pour, my Eyes, a ceafeless Flood,
Feel, my Soul, the Pangs divine,
Catch, my Heart, th' iffuing Blood F

When,

III.

When, O my God, fhall I For Thee fubmit to die? How the mighty Debt repay, Rival of thy Paffion prove? Lead me in Thyfelf, the Way, Melt my Hardness into Love.

IV.

To Love is all my Wish,
I only live for This:
Grant me, Lord, my Heart's Defire,
There by Faith for ever dwell;

This I always will require,

Thee, and only Thee to feel,

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Thy Pow'r I pant to prove,
Rooted and fix'd in Love,
Strengthen'd by thy Spirit's Might,

Wife to fathom Things Divine,
What the Length, and Breadth, and Height,
What the Depth of Love like Thine.

VI.

Ah! give me this to know,
With all thy Saints below.
Swells my Soul to compass Thee,
Gafps in Thee to live and move,
Fill'd with All the Deity,
All immers'd and loft in Love!

HYMN

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