6 Nothing else may I require;
Let me Thee alone desire:

Pleas'd with what thy love provides;
Wean'd from all the world besides.

LORD, my best desire fulfil,
And help me to resign

Life, health, and comfort to thy will,
And make thy pleasure mine.

2 Why should I shrink at thy command,
Whose love forbids my fears?
Or tremble at the gracious hand
That wipes away my tears?

3 No, let me rather freely yield
What most I prize to Thee;
Who never hast a good with-held,
Or wilt with-hold from me.

4 Thy favour, all my journey through,
Thou art engag'd to grant;
What else I want, or think I do,
'Tis better still to want.

5 Wisdom and mercy guide my way, Shall I resist them both?

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poor blind creature of a day,
And crush'd before the moth.

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6 But ah! my inward spirit cries, Still bind me to thy sway;

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Else the next cloud that veils my skies,
Drive all these thoughts away.

Praying in Faith.

COME, my soul, thy suit prepare,

Jesus loves to answer pray'r;

He himself has bid thee pray,
Therefore will not say thee nay.

2 Thou art coming to a King,
Large petitions with thee bring;
For his
grace and power are such,
None can ever ask too much.

3 With my burden I begin;
Lord, remove this load of sin;
Let thy blood, for sinners spilt,
Set my conscience free from guilt.

4 Lord, I come to Thee for rest,
Take possession of my breast;
There thy blood-bought right maintain,
And without a rival reign.

5 While I am a pilgrim here,
Let thy love my spirit cheer:

As my Guide, my Guard, my Friend,
Lead me to my journey's end.

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6 Shew me what I have to do,
Ev'ry hour my strength renew;
Let me live a life of faith,
Let me die thy people's death.

COME, Thou long expected Jesus,
Born to set thy people free;

From our fears and sins release us,
Let us find our rest in Thee!
Israel's strength and consolation,
Hope of all the earth Thou art;
Dear desire of ev'ry nation,
Joy of ev'ry longing heart.

2 Born thy people to deliver,
Born a Child, and yet a King;
Born to reign in us for ever,
Now thy gracious kingdom bring:
By thine own eternal spirit,
Rule in all our hearts alone;
By thine all-sufficient merit

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Raise us to thy glorious throne.

Mercy.

P. M.

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THY mercy, my God, is the theme of my

song,

The joy of my heart, and the boast of my tongue;

Thy free grace alone, from the first to the last, Has won my affections, and bound my soul fast.

2 Without thy sweet mercy, I could not live here;

Sin soon would reduce me to utter despair: But, through thy free goodness, my spirits

revive,

And He that first made me, still keeps me alive.

3 Whene'er I mistake, thy kind mercy begins To melt me, and then I can mourn for my sins; And led by the Spirit to Jesus's blood, My sorrows are dry'd, and my strength is renew'd.

4 Thy mercy is more than a match for my heart, Which wonders to feel its own hardness

depart;

Dissolv'd by thy sun-shine, I fall to the ground, And weep to the praise of the mercy I found.

5 Thy mercy is endless, most tender, and free; No sinner need doubt, since 'tis given to me; No merit will buy it, nor fears stop its course; Good works are the fruits of its freeness and force.

6 Thy mercy in Jesus exempts me from hell ; Of mercy I'll sing, of thy mercy I'll tell;

'Twas Jesus my friend, when he hung on the

tree,

That open'd the channel of mercy for me.

7 Great Father of mercies thy goodness I own, And the cov❜nant-love of thy crucify'd Son; All praise to the Spirit, whose whisper divine Seals mercy, and pardon, and righteousness mine.

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The pardoning God.

P. M.

GREAT God of wonders! all thy ways

Are matchless, God-like, and divine! But the fair glories of thy grace More God-like and unrivall'd shine; Who is a pard'ning God like Thee, Or who has grace so rich and free? 2 Crimes of such horror to forgive,

Such guilty daring worms to spare; This is thy grand prerogative,

And none shall in the honour share.
Who is a pard'ning God like Thee?
Or who has grace so rich and free?

3 Angels and men, resign your claim
To pity, mercy, love, and grace;
These glories crown Jehovah's name
With an incomparable blaze.
Who is a pard'ning God like Thee?
Or who has grace so rich and free?