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Ah! who against thy charms is proof?
Ah? who that loves can love enough?

Hymn 12. C. M.
LAS! and did my saviour bleed ?

And did my Sovereign die ?
Would he devote that sacred head

For such a worm as I ?
2 Was it for crimes that I have done,

He groan'd upon the tree?
Amazing pity! grace unknown !

And love beyond degree ! 3 Well might the sun in darkness hide,

And shut his glories in ; When Christ the mighty Maker died,

For man the creature's sin ?
4 Thus might I hide my blushing face,

While his dear cross appears ;
Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,

And melt mine eyes to tears.
5 But drops of grief can ne'er repay

The debt of love I owe :

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Here, LORD, I give myself away;.

"Tis all that I can do.

Hymn 13. L. M.
That my load of sin were gone!

O that I could at last submit,
At JESUS' feet to lay it down!

To lay my soul at Jesus' feet! 2 Rest for my soul I long to find :

Saviour of all ! if mine thou art, Give me thy meek and lowly mind,

And stamp thine image on my heart. 3 Break off the yoke of inbred sin,

And fully set my spirit free;
I cannot rest till pure within,

Till I am wholly lost in thee. ,'.
4 Fain would I learn of thee, my God,

Thy light and easy burden prove,
The cross all stained with hallowed blood

The labour of thy dying love. ': is 5 I would-but thou must give the power ;

My heart from every stain release ; Bring near, bring near the joyful hour,

And fill me with thy perfect peace. 6. Come, LORD! the drooping sinner cheer,

Nor let thy chariot-wheels delay :
Appear in my poor heart, appear

My God, my Saviour, come away!

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Hymn 14. C. M. N OD moves in a mysterious way,

U His wonders to perform; " ! • He plants his footsteps in the sea,

And rides upon the storm... 2 Deep in unfathomable mines

Of never-failing skill,
He treasures up his bright designs,

And works his sovereign will. 3 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take ;

The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy and shall break

In blessings on your head." 4 Judge not the LORD by feeble sense,

But trust him for his grace ;
Behind a frowning Providence

He hides a smiling face... 5 His purposes will ripen fast,

Unfolding every hour : ;
The bud may have a bitter taste,

But sweet will be the flower. 6 Blind unbelief is sure to err,

And scan his work in vain :
God is his own interpreter,

And he will make it plain.

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Hymn 15. C. M.,
0! what an entertaining sight,
Those friendly brethren prove,

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