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Save me from the furious blast,
A covert from the tempeft be;
Hide me, Jefus, till o'erpaft
The ftorm of fin I fee.

2 Welcome as the water-spring
In a dry barren place;
O defcend on me, and bring
The fweet refreshing grace;
O'er a parch'd and weary land
As a great rock extends its fhade,
Hide me, Saviour, with thine hand,
And fcreen my naked head.

3 In the time of my diftrefs
Thou haft my fuccour been;
In my utter helplessness
Reftraining me from fin:
O! how fwiftly didft thou move
To fave me in the trying hour!
Still protect me with thy love,
And shield me with thy pow'r.
4 First and laft, in me perform
The work thou haft begun :
Be my fhelter from the ftorm,
My fhadow from the fun :
Let me hang upon my God,
Till I thy perfect glory fee,
Till the fprinkling of thy blood
Shall speak me up to thee.

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HYMN XXVIII. L. M

THOU that hear ft when finners cry,
Tho' all my crimes before thee lic,

Behold me not with angry look,
But blot their mem'ry from thy book,

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2 Create my nature pure within,
And form my foul averse to fin:
Let thy good Spirit ne'er depart,
Nor hide thy presence from my heart.

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I cannot live without thy light,

Caft out and banish'd from thy fight:
Thy faving ftrength, O Lord, restore,
And guard me that I fall no more.
4 Tho' I have griev'd thy Spirit, Lord,
His help and comfort ftill afford:
And let a wretch come near thy throne,
To plead the merits of thy Son.

5 My foul lies humbled in the duft,
And owns thy dreadful fentence juft:
Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye,
And fave the foul condemn'd to die.
6 Then will I teach the world thy ways,
Sinners fhall learn thy fov'reign grace:
I'll lead them to my Saviour's blood,
And they shall praise a pard'ning God.
O may thy love infpire my tongue,
Salvation fhall be all my fong:
And all my pow'rs fhall join to bless
The Lord, my ftrength and righteousness.

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HYMN XXIX. C. M.

THAT I could my Lord receive,
Who did the world redeem;
Who gave his life, that I might live
A life conceal'd in him!

2 O that I could the bleffing prove,
My heart's extreme defire';

Live happy in my Saviour's love,
And in his arms expire!

3 Mercy I ask to feal my peace,
That, kept by mercy's power,
I may from ev'ry evil cease,
And never grieve thee more!
4 Now, if thy gracious will it be,
Ev'n now my fins remove,
And fet my foul at liberty,
By thy victorious love.

5 In answer to ten thousand pray'rs,
Thou pard'ning God defcend;
Number me with falvation's heirs,
My fins and troubles end.

6 Nothing I ask or want befide,
Of all in earth or heav'n:

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But let me feel thy blood apply'd,
And live and die forgiv'n.

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HYMN XXX.

ROOPING foul, shake off thy fears:
Fearful foul, be strong, be bold:

Tarry till the Lord appears,
Never, never quit thy hold:
Murmur not at his delay,

Dare not fet thy God a time,
Calmly for his coming stay,
Leave it, leave it all to him.

2 Fainting foul, be bold, be ftrong,
Wait the leifure of thy Lord;
Though he feem to tarry long,
True and faithful is his word:

On his word my foul I caft,
(He can not himself deny)
Surely he will speak at last:
He will fpeak, he cannot lie.

3 Ev'ry one, that feeks, fhall find:
Ev'ry one that afks, fhall have :
Chrift, the Saviour of mankind,
Willing, able all to fave:
I fhall his falvation fee,
I in faith on Jefus call:
I from fin fhall be fet free,
Perfectly fet free from all.

4 Lord, my time is in thy hand;
Weak and helpless as I am,
Surely thou canft make me ftand,
I believe in Jefu's name:
Saviour, in temptation, thou,

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Thou haft fav'd me heretofore !
Thou from fin doft fave me now,
Thou fhalt fave me evermore.

HYMN XXXI. C. M.

HY fhould the children of a king
Go mourning all their days?

Great Comforter, defcend, and bring
The tokens of thy grace!

2 Doft thou not dwell in all thy faints,
And feal the heirs of heav'n?
When wilt thou banish my complaints,
And fhew my fins forgiv'n :

3 Affure my confcience of her part
In the Redeemer's blood;

And bear thy witness with my heart,
That I am born of God.

4 Thou art the earneft of his love,
The pledge of joys to come:
May thy bleft wings, celeftial Dove,
Safely convey me home.

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HYMN XXXII. C. M.

MY drowy pow'rs, why sleep ye fo?

Awake, my fluggish foul!

Nothing hath half thy work to do,
Yet nothing's half fo dull.

2 Go to the ants: for one poor grain
See how they toil and firive;

Yet we, who have a heav'n t' obtain,
How negligent we live !

3 We, for whofe fake all nature ftands,
And ftars their courfes move;

We, for whofe guards the angel-bands
Come flying from above:

4 We, for whom God the Son came down,
And labour'd for our good,
How careless to secure that crown
He purchas'd with his blood!

5 Lord, fhall we live fo fluggish still,
And never act our parts?

Come, Holy Dove, from th' heav'nly hill, And warm our frozen hearts.

6 Give us with active warmth to move, With vig'rous fouls to rife,

With hands of faith, and wings of love, To fly and take the prize..

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