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4 In wonder lost, with trembling joy, We take the pardon of our God: Pardon for crimes of deepest dye,

Pardon that flows through Jesu's blood, Who is a pard'ning God like Thee? Or who has grace so rich and free?

5 O may this strange this matchless grace,
This God-like miracle of love,
Fill the wide earth with grateful praise,
And all th' angelic hosts above!
Who is a pard'ning God like Thee?
Or who has grace so rich and free?

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Happiness only in Christ.

GROUND, O ground me on the Lamb,

Other Saviours I disclaim:

Fix my heart on him to stay,
Fix it, Lord, without delay.

2 Empty is created good,

I want more substantial food:
All is vanity beside

Jesus, and him crucify'd.

3 In thy presence may I dwell,
Subject to thy holy will;
Show'r on me thy pow'r divine,
Make and keep me wholly thine.

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4 While I traverse here beneath, Thy kind influence on me breathe; Reconcil'd to me appear,

And thy righteousness bring near.

5 Grant me still in grace to grow,
While a stranger here below;
Let me by thy Spirit move,
Till I reach the realms of love.

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Meekness and Humility.

LORD, if Thou thy grace impart,
Poor in spirit, meek in heart,

I shall as my Master be,

Rooted in humility.

2 From the time that this I know,
Nothing would I seek below,
Aim at nothing great or high,
Lowly both in heart and eye.

3 Simple, teachable, and mild,
Free from malice as a child,
Pleas'd with all the Lord provides,
Wean'd from all the world besides:

4 Father, fix my soul on Thee,
Ev'ry evil let me flee,
Nothing want beneath, above,
Happy in thy precious love.

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5 O! that all may seek and find
Ev'ry good in Jesus join'd!
Him let Israel still adore,
Trust him, praise him evermore.

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The Convert.

P. M.

WHEN with my mind devoutly prest,
Dear Saviour, my revolving breast
Would past offences trace:

Trembling, I make the black review,
Yet pleas'd, behold, admiring too,
The pow'r of changing grace.

2 This tongue, with blasphemies defil'd,
These feet to erring paths beguil❜d,
In heav'nly league agree :

Who could believe such lips could praise,
Or think my dark and winding ways
Should ever lead to Thee?

3 These eyes, that once abus'd their sight,
Now lift to Thee their wat❜ry light,
And weep a silent flood;

These hands ascend in ceaseless pray'r,
O wash away the stains they wear,
In thy redeeming blood!

4 These ears, that pleas'd, could entertain
The midnight oath, the lustful strain,
When round the festal board;

Now deaf to all th' enchanting noise,
Avoid the throng, detest the joys,
And press to hear thy word.

5 Thus art Thou serv'd in ev'ry part; O would'st Thou more transform my heart, This drossy thing refine;

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That grace might nature's strength control, And a new creature, body, soul,

Be, Lord, for ever thine.

Thanks for preserving Grace.

ORD, and am I yet alive!

LORD,

Not in torments, not in hell!
Still doth thy good Spirit strive,
With the chief of sinners dwell:

Yes, I still lift up mine eyes,

Will not of thy love despair,

Still in spite of sin I rise,

Still to call Thee mine I dare.

2 O the length of boundless love;
Jesu, Saviour, can it be?
All thy mercy's height I prove,
All its depth is seen in me!
O the miracle of grace!

Tell it out to sinners tell!
Men, and fiends, and angels gaze
I am, I am out of hell!

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P. M.

3 Turn aside, a sight t' admire, I the living wonder am!

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See a bush that burns with fire,

Unconsum'd amidst the flame!
See a stone that hangs in air!
See a spark in ocean dwell!
Kept alive with death so near,
I am, I am out of hell!

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Farewell to the World.

ORLD, adieu! thou real cheat,
Oft have thy deceitful charms

Fill'd my heart with fond conceit,
Foolish hopes and false alarms;
Now I see as clear as day,
How thy follies pass away.

2 Vain thy entertaining sights,
False thy promises renew'd,
All the pomp of thy delights
Does but flatter and delude;
Thee I quit for heav'n above,
Object of the noblest love.

3 Foolish vanity, farewell,

More inconstant than the wave!
Where the soothing fancies dwell,
Purest tempers they deprave:
He, to whom I fly from thee,
Jesus Christ, shall set me free.

P. M.

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