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With waters sweet and clear? 4. No good in creatures can be found But may be found in thee;

I must have all things, and abound,
While Gop is God to me.

5 Ob, that I had a stronger faith,
To look within the veil;

To credit what my Saviour saith,
Whose word can never fail!

6 He, that has made my heaven secure,
Will here all good provide;
While CHRIST is rich, can I be
What can I want beside?

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7 O LORD! I cast my care on thee;
I triumph and adore:

Henceforth my great concern shall be
To love and please thee more.

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DR. RYLAND.

249 L. M. Martin's Lane 67. Langdon 217.

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Fr Love to Christ present or absent.

1 OF all the joys we mortals know,
JESUS, thy love exceeds the rest!
Love the best blessing here below,
The nearest image of the blest.
2 While we are held in thy embrace,
There's not a thought attempts to rove;
Each smile upon thy beauteous face
Fixes, and charms, and fires our love.
3 While of thy absence we complain,
And long or weep in all we do,
There's a strange pleasure in the pain;
And tears have their own sweetness too.
4 When round thy courts by day we rove,
Or ask the watchmen of the night,
For some kind tidings of thy love,
Thy very name creates delight,

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5 JESUS, our God, yet rather come! Our eyes would dwell upon thy face; "Tis best to o see our LORD at home, And feel the presence of his grace. ¡1

DR. WATTS'S LYRICS.

250 7s. Cookham 36.
7s. Cookham 36. Alcester 213.

Kia Lovest thou me? John xxi, 16.1

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IS a point I long to know,
Oft it causes anxious thought

Do I love the Lord, or no?
Am I his, or am I not?

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2 If I love, why am Ithus?cole Trá
Why this dull and lifeless frame?
Hardly, sure, can they be worse
Who have never heard his name,
3 [Could my heart so hard remain;ond
Prayer a task and burthen prove; T &
Every trifle give me pain, her t
If I knew a Saviour's love? valkeit

4. When I turn my eyes within,

All is dark, and vain, and wild; t
Fill'd with unbelief and sin; hi

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Can I deem myself a child?t
5 If I pray, or hear, or read, st
Sin is mix'd with all I do ;

You that love the LORD indeed,
Tell me, is it thus with you?

6 Yet I mourn my stubborn will,

Find my sin a grief and thrall: A a
Should I grieve for what I feel, boti
If I did not love at all? b. 92. B p
7 [Could I joy his saints to meet; b
Choose the ways I once abhorr'd
Find, at times, the promise sweet ;
If I did not love the LORD?

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8. LORD, decide the doubtful case!
Thou, who art thy people's sun,

Shine upon thy work of grace,
If it be indeed begun.

9 Let me love thee more and more,
If I love at all, I pray!
If I have not lov'd before,
Help me to begin to-day..

251 L. M. Lebanon 79.

NEWTON,

Gould's 272.

Desiring to love Christ. ⠀

1 COME, let me love! or is my mind Harden'd to stone, or froze to ice?

I see the blessed fair one bend, isola
And stoop t' embrace me from the skies.
2 Oh! 'tis a thought would melt a rock,
And make a heart of iron mové,

That those sweet lips, that heavenly look,
Should seek and wish a mortal love!

3 I was a traitor doom'd to fire,
Bound to sustain eternal pains;
He flew on wings of strong desire,
Assum'd my guilt, and took my chains!
4 Infinite grace! almighty charms!
Stand in amaze, ye rolling skies!
JESUS, the God, éxtends his arms→→→
Hangs on a cross of love, and dies.
5 Did pity ever stoop so low,
Dress'd in divinity and blood?
Was ever rebel courted so

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6 Again he lives! and spreads his hands-
Hands that were nail'd to torturing smart;
By these dear wounds! says he, and stands,
And prays to clasp me to his heart.
7 Sure I must love; or are my ears
Still deaf, nor will my passions move?
Lord! melt this flinty heart to tears;—
This heart shall yield to death or love.

DR. WATTS'S LYRICS.

252 (1st P.) C. M. Sprague 166. Brighton 208.

Profession of Love to Christ.

1 AND have I, CHRIST, no love for thee,
No passion for thy charms?
No wish my Saviour's face to see, I
And dwell within his arms?
2 Is there no spark of gratitude
In this cold heart of mine,

To him whose generous bosom glow'd
With friendship all divine?

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baA 3 Can I pronounce his charming name, His acts of kindness tell;

And, while I dwell upon the tlreme,
No sweet emotion feel?

4 Such base ingratitude as this:
What heart but must detest !uide of
Sure CHRIST deserves the noblest place
In every human breast.

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5 A very wretch, LORD! I should prove,

Had I no love for thee: norest ut & Rather than not my Saviour love, un A 0 may I cease to be! DR. S. STENNETT.

252 (24 P.) S. M. Ryland 48. Stoke 207.

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Desiring to love Christ more.

THOU good and gracious LORD,
Whom I unseen adore;

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Not to love thee is worst;"

Fill'd with thy love, among the damn'd,
I could not be accurs'd!

Of all the things in heav'n,

The love of CHRIST is best;

And till this bliss to me is giv'n,
I cannot, will not, rest.

DR. RYLAND.

253 8s.

Uxbridge 161. New Jerusalem 230.
Lock 49.

Supreme Love to Christ.

1 MY gracious Redeemer I love!

His praises aloud I'll proclaim,

And join with the armies above
To shout his adorable name:
To gaze on his glories divine
Shall be my eternal employ,
And feel them incessantly shine,
My boundless ineffable joy.
2 He freely, redeem'd, with his blood,
My soul from the 'confines of hell,
To live on the smiles of my God,
And in his sweet presence to dwell;
To shine with the angels of light,
With saints and with seraphs to sing;
To view, with eternal delight, ****
My JESUS, my Saviour, my King.
3 In Meshech, as yet I reside,

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A darksome and restless abode !a
Molested with foes on each side,
And longing to dwell with my God:
Oh, when shall my spirit exchange
This cell of corruptible clay
For mansions celestial, and range
Thro' realms of ineffable day!

4 [My glorious Redeemer! I long
To see thee descend on the cloud,
Amidst the bright numberless throng
And mix with the triumphing crowd:
Oh, when wilt thou bid me ascend,
To join in thy praises above,

Το gaze on thee, world without end,
And feast on thy ravishing love?]

5 [Nor sorrow, nor sickness, nor pain,
Nor sin, nor temptation, nor fear,

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