5 Thy tender heart is ftill the fame, My heart, thou know'ft, can never rest, From ev'ry fin I ceafe. 7 Fruit of thy gracious lips on me I Thy nature, gracious Lord, impart, Write thy new name upon my heart, T HYMN LXX. HOU hidden love of God, whole height, I fee from far thy beauteous light, 2 Thy fecret voice invites me ftill The fweetnefs of thy yoke to prove; 3 'Tis mercy all, that thou haft brought Ꮐ Yet while I feek and find thee not, That ftrives with thee my heart to share? 5 Each moment draw, from earth away, My heart, that lowly waits thy call; Speak to my inmoft foul and fay. "I am thy Love, thy God, thy All !" To feel thy pow'r, to hear thy voice, To tafte thy love, be all my choice. HYMN LXXI, C. M. } OR ever here my reft fhall be, Tis all my hope, and all my plea, 2 My dying Saviour, and my God, 3 Sprinkle me ever with thy blood, me, Wash and make me thus thine own: Wafh me, but not my feet alone, 5 The atonement of thy blood apply, I Till hope in full fruition die, HYMN LXXII. C. M. ' JESUS, my life, thyfelf apply, Thy My vile affections crucify, 2 Conqu❜ror of hell, and earth, and fin, 3 More of thy life, and more I have, 4 Reign in me, Lord, thy foes controul, 5 Scatter the last remains of fin, And feal me thine abode; I O make me glorious all within, H HYMN LXXIII. OLY Lamb, who thee receive, 2 Jefus, fee my panting breaft : 3 Fix, O fix my wav'ring mind! A Duft and afhes though we be, Thine we are, thou Son of God, 5 Who in heart on thee believes, See, ye finners, fee the flame, 7 Jefus, when this light we fee, 1. Boundless wisdom, pow'r divine : HYMN LXXIV. JESUS, thou art my King, To me thy fuccour bring: 2 High on thy Father's throne, 3 I I Chrift, the Lord, be King to me. pant to feel thy fway, And only thee t' obey: Thee my spirit gafps to meet; This my one, my ceafelefs pray'r, Make, O make my heart thy feat! O fet up thy kingdom there! Triumph and reign in me, And fpread thy victory: Hell, and death, and fin controul, Pride, and wrath, and ev'ry foe; All subdue through all my foul, Conqu❜ring and to conquer go. HYMN LXXV. C. M. LORD, I believe thy ev'ry word, Thy ev'ry promise And lo! I'wait on thee, my Lord, 2 If in this feeble flesh I may, A while fhew forth thy praife; Jefus, fupport the tott'ring clay, And lengthen out my days. 3 lf fuch a worm, as I, can spread The common Saviour's name, |