Come, and now refide in me,
Never, never to remove;
Make me juft, and good, like thee,
And full of pow'r and love..
2 Bid me in thine image rise,
A faint, a creature new;
True, and merciful, and wife,
And pure and happy too :
This thy primitive defign,
That I should in thee be bleft;
Should, within thine arms divine,
For ever, ever rest.
3 Let thy will in me be done;
Fulfil my heart's defire,
Thee to know, and love alone,
And rife in raptures high'r.
Thee defcending on a cloud
When with ravish'd eyes I fee;
Then fhall I be fill'd with God
To all eternity!
HYMN XLIV.
OD of my falvation hear,
And help me to believe;
Simply do I now draw near,
Thy bleffing to receive:
Full of guilt, alas! I am,
But to thy wounds for refuge flee
Friend of finners, fpotlefs Lamb,
Thy blood was shed for me.
Standing now as newly flain,
To thee I lift mine eye,
Balm of all my grief and pain,
Thy blood is always nigh:
Now as yesterday, the fame
Thou art, and wilt forever be:
Friend of finners, fpotlefs Lamb,
Thy blood was thed for me.
3 Nothing have I, Lord, to pay,
Which can thy grace procure;
Empty send me not away,
For I, thou know'st, am poor:
Duft and afhes is my name,
My all is fin and mifery:
Friend of finners, fpotlefs Lamb,
Thy blood was shed for me.
4 No good word, or work, or thought,
Bring I to buy thy grace:
Pardon I accept unbought,
Thy proffer I embrace;
Coming, as at first I came,
To take, and not bestow on thee:
Friend of finners fpotlefs Lamb,
Thy blood was thed for me.
5 Saviour, from thy wounded fide
I never will depart,
Here will I my spirit hide
When I am pure in heart:
Till my place above I claim,
This only fhall be all my plea,
Friend of finners, fpotlefs Lamb,
Thy blood was shed for me.
NOME, Lord, and help me to rejoice, In hope that I fhall hear thy voice, Shall one day fee my God;
Shall ceafe from all my fin and ftrife,
Handle and tafte the word of life,
And feel the sprinkled blood.
2 I fhall not always make my moan,
Nor worship thee a God unknown,
But I fhall live to prove
Thy people's reft and faints' delight,
The length, and breadth, and depth,and height
Of thy redeeming love.
3 Rejoicing now in earnest hope,
I ftand, and from the mountain-top
See all the land below :
Rivers of milk and honey rife,
And all the fruit of paradise
In endless plenty grow:
4 A land of corn, and wine, and oil,
Favour'd with God's peculiar fmile,
With ev'ry bleffing bleft;
There dwells the Lord our righteousness,
And keeps his own in perfect peace,
And everlasting rest.
O that I might at once go up,
No more on this fide Jordan ftop,
But now the land poffefs;
This moment end my legal years,
Sorrows, and fins, and doubts, and fears,
An howling wilderness!
Now. O my Joshua, bring me in,
Caft out thy foes, the inbred fin,
The carnal mind remove;
The purchase of thy death divide,
And O, with all the fanctifi'd,
Give me a lot of love!
OD of all grace and majesty, Supremely great and good, If I have mercy found with thee, Through the atoning blood; The guard of all thy mercies give, And to my pardon join
A fear, left I fhould ever grieve
Thy gracious Spirit divine.
2 If mercy is indeed with thee,
May I obedient prove,
Nor e'er abuse my liberty,
Or fin against thy love:
This choiceft fruit of faith beltow
On a poor fojourner;
And let me pafs my days below,
In humblenefs and fear.
3 Still may I walk as in thy fight,
My ftrict obferver fee;
And thou, by rev'rent love, unite
My child-like heart to thee:
Still let me, till my days are past,
At Jefu's feet abide ;
So fhall he lift me up at laft,
And feat me by his fide
WANT a principle, within,
Of jealous godly fear,
A fenfibility of fin,
A pain to feel it near.
2 That I from thee no more may part,
No more thy goodness grieve,
The filial awe, the loving heart,
The tender confcience give.
3 Quick as the apple of an eye,
O God, my confcience make,
Awake my foul, when fin is nigh,
And keep it ftill awake.
That moment, Lord, reprove,
And let me weep my life away,
For having griev'd thy love."
5 O! may the least omiffion pain
My well-inftructed foul;
And drive me to the blood again,
Which makes the wounded whole.
Y God, my life, my love,
To thee, to thee I call;
cannot live if thou remove,
For thou art all in all.
2 Thy fhining grace can cheer This dungeon where I dwell: "Tis paradife when thou art here, If thou depart, 'tis hell.
3 The fmilings of thy face
How amiable they are!
Tis heav'n to reft in thine embrace
And no where elfe but there.
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