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,
'Tis all but vanity:

Chrift, the Lamb of God, was flain,
He tafted death for me!
Me to fave from endless woe,
The fin-atoning victim dy'd?
Only Jefus will I know,

And Jefus crucify'd !

3 Here will I fet up my reft;
My fluctuating heart;
From the haven of his breaft,
Shall never more depart
Whither should a finner go ?

His wounds for me ftand open wide;
Only Jefus will I know,

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

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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,
His bowels melt with love.

2 Touch'd with a fympathy within,
He knows our feeble frame :
He knows what fore temptations mean,
For he hath felt the fame.

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,
But raise it to a flame;
The bruifed reed he never breaks,
Nor fcorns the meanest name.

5 Then let our humble faith address
His mercy and his pow'r;
We shall obtain deliv'ring grace
In the diftreffing hour.

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HYMN CLXXXIV. L. M.

ESUS, my All, to heav'n is gone,
He whom I fix my hopes upon:
His track I fee, and I'll purfue
'The narrow way, till him I view.

2 The way the holy prophets went,
The road that leads from banishment:
The King's highway of holiness
I'll go, for all his paths are peace.

3 This is the way I long have fought,
And mourn'd becaufe I found it not
My grief a burden long has been,
Becaufe I was not fav'd from fin.

4 The more I ftrove against its pow'r;
I felt its weight and guilt the more;
Till late I heard my Saviour fay,
"Come hither, foul, I AM THE WAY.”

5 Lo! glad I come; and thou, bleft Lamb,
Shalt take me to thee, whose I am;
Nothing but fin I thee can give,
Nothing but love fhall I receive.

6 Then will I tell to finners round,
What a dear Saviour I have found;
I'll point to thy redeeming blood,
And fay, "Behold the way to God!

HYMN CLXXXV. C. M.

Y God, my portion and my love,

IM My everlafting All,

I've none but thee in heav'n above,
Or on this earthly ball,

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,
But they are not may God.

6 How vain a toy is glitt'ring wealth,
If once compar'd to thee?
Or what's my fafety or my health,
Or all my friends to me?

7 Were I poffeffor of the earth,
And call'd the ftars my own;
Without thy graces, and thyself,
I were a wretch undone.

Let others ftretch their arms like feas,
And grafp in all the fhore;
Grant me the vifits of thy face,
And I defire no more.

HYMN CLXXXVI.

HILDREN of the heav'nly King,
As we journey let us fing:

CH

Sing our Saviour's worthy praise,
Glorious in his works and ways!

2 We are travlling home to God,
In the way the fathers trod :
They are happy now, and we
Soon their happiness shall fee.

3 O ye banish'd feed! be glad,
Chrift our Advocate is made;
Us to fave, our flesh affumes,
Brother to our fouls becomes.

4 Fear not brethren, joyful ftand
On the borders of our land:
Jefus Chrift, our Father's Son,
Bids us undifmay'd go on.

5 Lord! obediently we'll go,
Gladly leaving all below;
Only thou our leader be,
And we ftill will follow thee!

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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,
The people that can be joyful in thee;
Their joy is to walk in the light of thy face,
And till they are talking of Jesus's grace,

3 Their daily delight fhall be in thy name, They fhall as their right thy right'oufnefs claim