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Art thou the man who dy'd for me?
The secret of thy love unfold:
Wrestling, I will not let thee go,
Till I thy name, thy nature know.

3 What tho' my shrinking flesh complain,
And murmur to contend fo long,
I rife fuperior to my pain,

When I am weak, then I am strong:
And when my all of ftrength shall fail,
I fhall with the God-Man prevail.

4 Yield to me now-for I am weak,
But confident in felf-defpair;
Speak to my heart, in bleffings fpeak,
Be conquer'd by my inftant pray'r!
Speak, or thou never hence fhalt move,
And tell me if thy name be love.

'Tis love, 'tis love! Thou dy'dft for me,
I hear thy whisper in my heart,
The morning breaks, the fhadows flec,
Pure, univerfal love thou art;

To me, to all, thy bowels move,
Thy nature and thy name is love.

6 I know thee, Saviour, who thou art,
Jefus, the feeble finner's friend;
Nor wilt thou with the night depart,
But ftay, and love me to the end;
Thy mercies never fhall remove,
Thy nature and thy name is love.

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HYMN CXXXI.

WATCH-NIGHT.

FT have we pafs'd the guilty night
In revellings and frantic mirth ;

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The creature was our fole delight,
Our happinefs the things of earth;
But O, fuffice the feafon paft,
We choose the better part at laft.

2 We will not close our wakeful eyes,
We will not let our eyelids fleep,
But humbly lift them to the skies,
And all a folemn vigil keep;
So many nights on fin beftow'd,
Can we not watch one hour for God!

3 We can, dear Jefus, for thy fake,
Devote our ev'ry hour to thee;
Speak but the word, our fouls fhall wake,
And fing with cheerful melody;
Thy praife fhall our glad tongues employ,
And ev'ry heart shall dance for joy.

4 Dear object of our faith and love,
We liften for thy welcome voice,
Our perfons and our works approve,
And bid us in thy ftrength rejoices
Now let us hear the mighty cry,
And fhout to find the Bridegroom nigh.

5 Shout in the midst of us,

O King
Of faints, and let our joys abound,
Let us rejoice, give thanks, and fing,
And triumph in redemption found:
We afk in faith for ev'ry foul;
O let our glorious joy be full.

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,
And gain the highest heav'n of love.

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;
This, only this my foul can save.

2 Strait'ned I am, till this be done;
Kindle in me the living flame;
Father in me, reveal thy Son:
Baptize me into Jefu's name.

3 Transform my nature into thine,
Let all my pow'rs thine impress feel,
Let all my foul become divine,

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,
Now the new heav'ns and earth create,
And plant with righteousness divine.

6 If with the wretched fons of men
It ftill be thy delight to live,
Come, Lord, beget my foul again,
Thyfelf, thy quick'ning Spirit give.

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HYMN CXXXIII. C. M.

"OUNTAIN of life, to all below,
Let thy falvation roll:

Water, replenish, and o'erflow
Ev'ry believing soul.

2 Into that happy number, Lord,
Us weary finners take;
Jefus, fulfil thy gracious word,
For thine own mercy's fake.

3 Turn back our nature's rapid tide,
And we shall flow to thee,

While down the ftream of time we glide,
To our eternity.

4 The well of life to us thou art,
Of joy the fwelling flood;
Wafted by thee, with willing heart,
We swift return to God.

5 We foon fhall reach the boundless fea,
Into thy fulness fall;

Be loft and fwallow'd up in thee,
Our God, our All in All.

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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,
And all the house with glory fill :
To Canaan's bounds point out the way,
And bring us to the holy hill.

6 There let us all with Jefus ftand,

And join the gen'ral church above,
And take our feats at thy right hand,
And fing thine everlasting love.

7 Come, Lord, our fouls are on the wing,
Now on thy great white throne appear,
And let mine eyes behold my King,
And let me fee my Saviour there.

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;
Down to his feet a garinent rolls,
Stain'd with a glorious crimson die.

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