Only Jefus I pursue, Who bought me with his blood! All thy pleasure I forego, I trample on thy wealth and pride: Only Jefus will I know, And Jefus crucify'd ! 2 Other knowledge I difdain, Chrift, the Lamb of God, was flain, And Jefus crucify'd ! 3 Here will I fet up my reft; His wounds for me ftand open wide; And Jefus crucify'd! 4 Him to know is life and peace, And pleasure without end; This is all my happiness On Jefus to depend; Daily in his grace to grow, And ever in his faith abide Only Jefus will I know, And Jefus crucify'd! 5 O that I could all invite, This faving truth to prove I Shew the length, the breadth, and height, And depth of Jefu's love! Fain I would to finners fhow The blood by faith alone apply'd! Only Jefus will I know, And Jefus crucify'd! HYMN CLXXXIII. C. M. WITH joy we meditate the grace Of our High-Priest above: His heart is made of tenderness, 2 Touch'd with a fympathy within, 3 He in the days of feeble flesh, Pour'd out ftrong cries and tears; And in his measure feels afresh, What ev'ry member bears. 4 He'll never quench the fmoaking flax, 5 Then let our humble faith address P Ι HYMN CLXXXIV. L. M. ESUS, my All, to heav'n is gone, 2 The way the holy prophets went, 3 This is the way I long have fought, 4 The more I ftrove against its pow'r; 5 Lo! glad I come; and thou, bleft Lamb, 6 Then will I tell to finners round, HYMN CLXXXV. C. M. Y God, my portion and my love, IM My everlafting All, I've none but thee in heav'n above, 2 What empty things are all the skies, And this inferior clod? There's nothing here deferves my joys, There's nothing like my God. 3 In vain the bright, the burning fun, Scatters his feeble light, 'Tis thy fweet beams create my noon; If thou withdraw, 'tis night. 4 And whilft upon my restlefs bed, Among the shades I roll, If my Redeemer fhews his head, 'Tis morning with my foul. 5 To thee we owe our wealth and friends, And health and fafe abode : Thanks to thy name for meaner things, 6 How vain a toy is glitt'ring wealth, 7 Were I poffeffor of the earth, Let others ftretch their arms like feas, HYMN CLXXXVI. HILDREN of the heav'nly King, CH Sing our Saviour's worthy praise, 2 We are travlling home to God, 3 O ye banish'd feed! be glad, 4 Fear not brethren, joyful ftand 5 Lord! obediently we'll go, I HYMN CLXXXVII. What fhall I do my Saviour to praife! So faithful and true, fo plenteous in grace! So ftrong to deliver, fo good to redeem, The weakeft believer that hangs upon him 2 How happy the man whose heart is fet free, 3 Their daily delight fhall be in thy name, They fhall as their right thy right'oufnefs claim |