And if I fall, foon may I hear

Thy voice, and know that love is near.

7 In fuff'ring be thy love my peace,

In weakness be thy love my pow'r, And when the ftorms of life fhall ceafe, Jefus, in that important hour, In death as life, be thou my guide, And fave me, who for me haft dy'd!

HYMN CIV. L. M.

I OLY, and true, and righteous Lord,
I wait to prove thy perfect will;
Be mindful of thy gracious word,
And ftamp me with thy Spirit's feal:

2 Open my faith's interior eye :
Difplay thy glory from above;
And all I am shall fink and die,
Loft in aftonishment and love!
3 Confound, o'erpow'r me by thy grace:
I would be by myself abhorr'd;
All might, all majefty, all praise,
All glory be to Chrift my Lord!

4 Now let me gain perfection's height;
Now let me into nothing fall,
As lefs than nothing in my fight,
And feel that Chrift is all in all!

I

HYMN CV.

AVIOUR of the fin-fick foul,

Give me faith to make me whole;

Finish thy great work of grace!

Cut it fhort in righteousness.

2 Speak the fecond time, "Be clean!"
Take away my inbred fin;
Ev'ry ftumbling-block remove;
Caft it out by perfect love.

3 Nothing lefs will I require,
Nothing more can I defire:
None but Chrift to me be giv'n ;
None but Chrift in earth or heav'n.

4 O that I might now decrease!
O that all I am might cease!
Let me into nothing fall!
Let my Lord be all in all!

I

HYMN CVI. C. M.

1 LORD, I believe a reft remains

To all thy people known:

A reft where pure enjoyment reigns;
And thou art lov'd alone.

A reft where all our foul's defire
Is fix'd on things above;

Where fear, and fin, and grief expire,
Caft out by perfect love.

3 O that I now the reft might know, Believe and enter in!

Now, Saviour, now the pow'r bestow,
And let me cease from fin.

4 Remove this hardness from my heart, 'This unbelief remove;

To me the rest of faith impart,
The fabbath of thy love.

5 I would be thine, thou know'ft I would,
And have thee all my own;
Thee, O my all-fufficient good,
I want, and thee alone.

Thy name to me, thy nature grant!
This, only this, be giv'n;
Nothing befide my God I want,
Nothing in earth or heav'n.

7 Come, O my Saviour, come away,
Into my foul defcend!

No longer from thy creature ftay,
My author and my end!

: Come, Father, Son, and Holy Ghoft,
And feal me thine abode ;
Let all I am in thee be loft,
Let all be loft in God!

1

HYMN CVII. C. M.

Chrift fhall in me appear!

1, even I fhall fee his face;

I shall be holy here.

2 The glorious crown of righteousnefs
To me reach'd out 1 view;

Conqu'ror through him I foon fhall feize
And wear it as my due.

3 The promis'd land from Pifgah's top
I now exult to fee;

My hope is full (O glorious hope)
Of immortality!

4 He vifits now this houfe of clay;
He thakes his future home:

O would'ft thou, Lord, in this glad day, Into thy temple come.

5 With me, I know, I feel thou art,
But this can not suffice,

Unless thou plantest in my heart
A conftant paradise.

6 My earth thou wat'reft from on high;
But make it all a pool:
Spring up, O well, I ever cry,
Spring up within my soul.

7 Come, O my God, thyself reveal!
Fill all this mighty void :
Thou only canft my spirit fill,
Come, O my God, my God!

8 Fulfil, fulfil my large defires,
Large as infinity :

I

Give, give me all my foul requires,
All, all that is in thee!

HYMN CVIII. C. M.

ESUS hath dy'd that I might live,.
Might live to God alone;

In him eternal life receive,

And be in fpirit one.

2 Saviour, I thank thee for thy grace,

The gift unfpeakble :

And wait with arms of faith t' embrace,
And all thy love to feel.

3 My foul breaks out in ftrong defire,
The perfect blifs to prove;

My longing heart is all on fire,
To be diffolv'd in love.

4. Give me thyfelf, from ev'ry boast,
From ev'ry fin fet free;
Let all I am in thee be loft,
But give thyself to me.

5 Thy gifts, alas! can not fuffice, Unless thyself be giv❜n;

I

Thy prefence makes my paradise,
And where thou art is heav'n.

TH

HYMN CIX.

HOU great myfterious God unknown,
Whofe love hath gently led me on,
Ev'n from my infant days;

Mine inmost foul expofe to view,
And tell me if I never knew,
Thy justifying grace.

2 If I have only known thy fear,
And follow'd with a heart fincere,
Thy drawing from above;
Now, now the farther grace bestow,
And let my sprinkled confcience know,
Thy fweet forgiving love.

3 Short of thy love I would not ftop,
A ftranger to the gospel hope,
The fenfe of fin forgiv❜n:

I would not, Lord, my foul deceive,
Without the inward witness live,
That antepaft of heav'n.

4 If now the Witnefs were in me,
Would he not teftify of thee,
In Jefus reconcil'd?