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4 Light in thy light, O may I fee,
Thy grace and mercy prove!
Reviv'd, and cheer'd, and bleft by thee,
The God of pard'ning love!

5 Lift up thy countenance ferene,
And let thy happy child

Behold, without a cloud between,
The Godhead reconcil'd.

6 That all-comprifing peace bestow
On me through grace forgiv'n;
The joys of holiness below,
And then the joys of heav'n!

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HYMN LVIII.

ALMIGHTY God of love,

Thy holy arm difplay!

Send me fuccour from above,
In this my evil day;

Arm my weakness with thy pow'r,
Woman's feed appear within!
Be my fafeguard and my tow'r
Againft the face of fin.

2 Rock of my falvation, hafte,
Extend thy ample shade,
Let it over me be caft,

And screen my naked head:
Save me from the trying hour;
Thou my fure protection be:
Shelter me from Satan's power,
Till I am fix'd on thee."

3 Set upon the Rock my feet,
And make me furely ftand:
From temptations' rage and heat,
Cover me with thine hand;

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Let me in the cleft be plac'd;
Never from my fence remove;
In thine arms of love embrac'd,
Of everlasting love.

HYMN LIX. L. M.

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NOME, Saviour, Jefus, from above!
Affift me with thy heav'nly grace;
Empty my heart of earthly love,
And for thyfelf prepare the place.

2 O let thy facred prefence fill,
And fet my longing spirit free!
Which pants to have no other will,
But night and day to feaft on thee.

3 While in this region here below,
No other good will I purfue:
I'll bid this world of noise and show,
With all its glitt'ring fnares, adieu.

4 That path with humble fpeed I'll feek,
In which my Saviour's footsteps shine;
Nor will I hear, nor, will I speak,

Of any other love but thine.

5 Henceforth may no profane delight Divide this confecrated foul: Poffefs it thou who haft the right,

As Lord and Master of the whole.

6 Nothing on earth do I defire,

But thy pure love within my breast;
This, only this, will I require,
And freely give up all the reft.

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HYMN LX. S. M.

HE praying fpirit breathe,
The watching pow'r impart;
From all entanglements beneath
Call off my peaceful heart;
My feeble mind sustain,

By worldly thoughts oppreft;
Appear and bid me turn again
To my eternal rest.

2 Swift to my rescue come,

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Thine own this moment feize,
Gather my wand'ring spirit home,
And keep in perfect peace:
Suffer'd no more to rove
O'er all the earth abroad,
Arreft the pris'ner of thy love,
And shut me up in God.

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HYMN LXI. C. M.

HEPHERD divine, our wants relieve,
In this our evil day;

To all thy tempted foll'wers give
The pow'r to watch and pray.

2 Long as our fi'ry trials last,
Long as the cross we bear;
O let our fouls on thee be caft
In never-ceafing pray'r!

3 The fpirit of interceding grace,
Give us in faith to claim;
To wrestle till we fee thy face,
And know thy hidden name,

4 Till thou thy perfect love impart,
Till thou thyfelf bestow;
Be this the cry of ev'ry heart,
I will not let thee go.

5 I will not let thee go, unlefs
Thou tell thy name to me;
With all thy great falvation blefs
And make me all like thee.

6 Then let me on the mountain-top,
Behold thy open face;

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Where faith in fight is fwallow'd up,
And pray'r in endless praise.

HYMN LXII. S. M.

ESUS, my ftrength, my hope,
On thee I caft my care,

With humble confidence look up,

And know thou hear'ft my pray'r;

Give me on thee to wait,

Till I can all things do,

On thee, Almighty to create,
Almighty to renew.

I want a fober mind,

A felf-renouncing will

That tramples down and cafts behind,

The baits of pleafing ill:

A foul inur'd to pain,

To hardship, grief, and lofs:

Bold to take up, firm to fuftain,

The confecrated cross.

I want a Godly fear,

A quick difcerning eye,

That looks to thee when fin is near,
And fees the tempter fly;

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A fpirit ftill prepar'd,

And arm'd with jealous care,
For ever ftanding on its guard,
And watching unto pray'r.

I want a heart to pray,

Το pray and never ceafe,
Never to murmur at thy ftay,

Or with my fuff'rings lefs:

This bleffing above all....

Always to pray I want,

Out of the deep on thee to call,
And never, never faint.

I want a true regard.

A fingle, fteady aim,

Unmov'd by threat'ning or reward,

To thee and thy great name;

A jealous, juft concern

For thine immortal praife;

A pure defire that all may learn,

And glorify thy grace.

I reft upon thy word,

The promife is for me:

My fuccour and salvation, Lord,
Shall furely come from thee
But let me ftill abide,

Nor from my hope remove,
Till thou my patient fpirit guide
Into thy perfect love.

HR

HYMN LXIII.

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TELP, Lord, to whom for help I fly;
And ftill my tempted foul ftand by,
Throughout the evil day;

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