5 O might my lot be caft with thefe, The leaft of Jefu's witneffes!

O that my Lord would count me meet To wash his dear difciples' feet!

6 This only thing do I require;

Thou know'ft 'tis all my heart's defire,
Freely what I receive to give,
The fervant of thy Church to live;

7 After my lowly Lord to go,
And wait upon thy faints below,
Enjoy the grace to angels giv'n,
And ferve the royal heirs of heav'n.

8 Lord, if I now thy drawings feel,
And ask according to thy will;
Confirm the pray'r, the feal impart,
And speak the answer to my heart.
Tell me, or thou shalt never go,

Thy pray'r is heard; it shall be fo:" The words have pafs'd thy lips, and I Shall with thy people live and die.

Ε

HYMN C.

VER fainting with defire,
For thee, O Chrift, I call!

Thee I reftlefsly require,

I want my God, my All:
Jefus, dear redeeming Lord,

I wait thy coming from above,
Help, me, Saviour, fpeak the word,
And perfect me in love.

2 Wilt thou fuffer me to go

Lamenting all my days

Shall I never, never know

Thy fanctifying grace?

Wilt thou not the light afford,

The darkness from my foul remove; Help me, Saviour, speak the word, And perfect me in love.

3 Lard, if I on thee believe,
The fecond gift impart ;
With th' indwelling spirit give
A new, a contrite heart:
If with love thy heart is ftor'd,
If now o'er me thy bowels move,
Help me, Saviour, fpeak the word,
And perfect me in love.

4 Let me gain my calling's hope,
O make the finner clean!
Dry corruption's fountain up,
Cut off th, entail of fin:
Take me into thee, my Lord,
And I fhall then no longer rove:
Help me, Saviour, fpeak the word,
And perfect me in love.

5 Thou, my life, my treafure be,
My portion here below!
Nothing would I seek but thee,
Thee only would I know:
My exceeding great reward,

My heav'n on earth, my heav'n above;
Help me, Saviour, speak the word,
And perfect me in love.

6 Grant me now the blifs to feel
Of those that are in thee;

Son of God thyself reveal,

Engrave thy name in me; As in heav'n be here ador'd,

And let me now the promife prove; Help me, Saviour, fpeak the word, And perfect me in love.

MY

HYMN CI C. M.

Y God, I know, I feel thee mine, And will not quit my clain, Till all I have is loft in thine,

And all renew'd I am.

2 I hold thee with a trembling hand,
And will not let thee go,
Till fteadfastly by faith I ftand,
And all thy goodness know.

2 Jefus, thine all victorious love
Shed in my heart abroad!
Then fhall my feet no longer rove,
Rooted and fix'd in God,

4 O that in me the facred fire
Might now begin to glow!
Burn up the drofs of bafe defire,
And make the mountains flow!

5 O that it now from heav'n might fall,
And all my fins confume:
Come, Holy Ghoft, for thee I call,
Spirit of burning, come.

6 Refining fire, go through my heart,
Illuminate my foul;

Scatter thy life through ev'ry part,
And fanctify the whole.

7 Sorrow and fin fhall then expire;
When enter'd into reft,

I only live my God t' admire,
My God for ever bleft.

8 My steadfast foul from falling free,
Shall then no longer move;
But Chrift be all the world to me,
And all my heart be love.

I

WHAT

HYMN CII.

HAT now is my object and aim?
What now is my hope and defire ?

To follow the heavenly Lamb,

And after his image afpire:
My hope is all center'd in thee;
truft to recover thy love;
On earth thy falvation to fee,
And then to enjoy thee above.

2 I thirst for the life-giving Word;
My Lord, who on Calvary dy'd;
A fountain of water and blood,
Which gufh'd from Immanuel's fide!
I gasp for the ftream of thy love,
The fpirit of rapture unknown;
And then to re-drink it above,
Eternally fresh from the throne.

I

HYMN CIII.

JESUS, thy boundless love to me,

No thought can reach, no tongue declare: Oknit my thankful heart to thee,

And reign without a rival there!

Thine wholly, thine alone I am;
Be thou alone my conftant flame!

2 O grant that nothing in my foul

May dwell, but thy pure love alone! O may thy love poffefs me whole!

My joy, my treasure, and my crown : Strange flames far from my heart remove; My ev'ry act, word, thought, be love.

3 O love, how cheering is thy ray!
All pain before thy presence flies;
Care, anguish, forrow, melt away,
Where'er thy healing beams arise
O Jefus, nothing may I fee,
Nothing defire or feek but thee!

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4 Unweary'd, may I this purfue,
Dauntless to the high prize aspire;
Hourly within my foul renew

This holy flame, this heav'nly fire;
And day and night be all my care,
To guard this facred treasure there.

5 O that I, as a little child,

May follow thee, and never reft,
Till fweetly thou haft breath'd thy mild
And lowly mind into my breast!

Nor ever may we parted be,

Till I become one fpir't with thee.

6 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 word, infpire my thought;