Art thou the man who dy'd for me? 3 What tho' my shrinking flesh complain, When I am weak, then I am strong: 4 Yield to me now-for I am weak, 'Tis love, 'tis love! Thou dy'dft for me, To me, to all, thy bowels move, 6 I know thee, Saviour, who thou art, HYMN CXXXI. WATCH-NIGHT. FT have we pafs'd the guilty night The creature was our fole delight, 2 We will not close our wakeful eyes, 3 We can, dear Jefus, for thy fake, 4 Dear object of our faith and love, 5 Shout in the midst of us, O King 6 O may we all triumphant rife, With joy upon our heads return, And far above thefe nether fkies,. By thee on eagles' wings upborne, Through all yon radiant circles move, HYMN CXXXII. L. M. I N inward baptifm of pure fire, Wherewith to be baptiz'd I have; "Tis all my longing foul's defire; 2 Strait'ned I am, till this be done; 3 Transform my nature into thine, And ftamp me with thy Spirit's feal. 4 Love, mighty love, my heart o'erpow'r, Ah! why doft thou fo long delay! Cut fhort the work, bring near the hour, And let me fee thy perfect day. 5 Behold, for thee I ever wait, Now let me in thine image shine, 6 If with the wretched fons of men 1 HYMN CXXXIII. C. M. "OUNTAIN of life, to all below, Water, replenish, and o'erflow 2 Into that happy number, Lord, 3 Turn back our nature's rapid tide, While down the ftream of time we glide, 4 The well of life to us thou art, 5 We foon fhall reach the boundless fea, Be loft and fwallow'd up in thee, HYMN CXXXIV. L. M. THOU, whom all thy faints adore, We now with all thy faints agree, And bow our inmoft fouls before Thy glorious awful Majesty, 2 The King of nations we proclaim; Who would not our great Sov'reign fear? We long t' experience all thy name, And now we come to meet thee here. 3 We come, great God, to feek thy face, And for thy loving-kindness wait; And O how dreadful is this place! 'Tis God's own house, 'tis heaven's gate, 4 Tremble our hearts to find thee nigh, To thee our trembling hearts afpire : And lo! we fee defcend from high, The pillar and the flame of fire. 5 Still let it on th' affembly stay, 6 There let us all with Jefus ftand, And join the gen'ral church above, 7 Come, Lord, our fouls are on the wing, HYMN CXXXV. L. M. SAY AY, which of you would fee the Lord? You all may now obtain the grace: Behold him in the written word, Where John unveils the Saviour's face. 2 Clear as the trumpet's voice he speaks To ev'ry foul that turns its ear; Amidft the golden candlesticks He walks and lo! he now is here. 3 Prefent to all believing fouls, They fee him with an eagle's eye; |