Let him who rais'd thee from the dead,
Quicken my mortal frame,
4 Still let me live thy blood to show,
Which purges ev'ry stain;
And gladly linger out below,
A few more years in pain,
5 Spare me till I my strength of foul,
Till I thy love retrieve;
Till faith fhall make my spirit whole,
And perfect foundness give.
For this, in ftedfaft hope I wait,
Now, Lord, my foul reftore;
Now the new heav'ns and earth create,
And I fhall fin no more.
OVE divine, all loves excelling,
Joy of heav'n to earth come down;
Fix in us thy humble dwelling,
All thy faithful mercies crown;
Jefus, thou art all compaffion,
Pure, unbounded love thou art;
Vifit us with thy falvation,
Enter ev'ry trembling heart.
2 Breathe, O breathe thy loving Spirit Into ev'ry troubled breaft!
Let us all in thee inherit,
Let us find that fecond reft:
Take away our bent of finning,
Alpha and Omega be,
End of faith as its beginning,
Set our hearts at liberty.
3 Come, Almighty to deliver,
Let us all thy grace receive,
Suddenly return, and never,
Never more thy temples leave :
Thee we would be always bleffing,
Serve thee as thy hosts above,
Pray and praise thee without ceafing,
Glory in thy perfect love,
4 Finish then thy new creation,
Pure and spotlefs let us be;
Let us fee thy great falvation,
Perfectly reftor'd in thee;
Chang'd from glory into glory,
Till in heav'n we take our place,
Till we caft our crowns before thee,
Loft in wonder, love, and praise
THAT my load of fin were gone!
O that I could at laft fubmit,
At Jefu's feet, to lay it down!
To lay my foul at Jefu's feet!
2 Reft for my foul I long to find:
Saviour of all, if mine thou art,
Give me thy meek and lowly mind,
And ftamp thine image on my heart.
3 Break off the yoke of inbred fin,
And fully fet my spirit free;
I cannot reft, till pure within,
Till I am wholly loft in thee.
4 Fain would I learn of thee, my God;
Thy light and eafy burden prove,
The crofs, all ftain'd with hallow'd blood,
The labour of thy dying love.
5 I would; but thou must give the pow'r;
My heart from ev'ry fin release;
Bring near, bring near the joyful hour,
And fill me with thy perfect peace.
6 Come, Lord, the drooping finner cheer,
Nor let thy chariot-wheels delay;
Appear in my poor heart, appear;
My God, my Saviour, come away!
IGHT of life, feraphic fire,
Love divine, thyfelf impart;
Ev'ry fainting foul infpire;
Shine in ev'ry drooping heart:
Ev'ry mournful finner cheer;.
Scatter all our guilty gloom:
Son of God, appear, appear!
To thy human temples come.
2 Come in this accepted hour;
Bring thy heav'nly kingdom in;
Fill us with thy glorious pow'r,
Rooting out the feeds of fin:
Nothing more can we require;
We will covet nothing lefs;
Be thou all our hearts' defire,
All our joy, and all our peace.
OD of all-redeeming grace,
GByth compell'd,
Up to thee our fouls we raife,
Up to thee our bodies yield;
Thou our facrifice receive,
Acceptable through thy Son,
While to thee alone we live,
While we die to thee alone.
2 Meet it is and juft and right,
That we should be wholly thine;
In thy only will unite,
In thy blessed service join:
O that ev'ry work and word,
Might proclaim how good thou art;
Holinefs, unto the Lord,
Still be wrote upon our heart!
ET him to whom we now belong,
His fov'reign right affert ;
And take up ev'ry thankful fong,
And ev'ry loving heart.
2 He juftly claims us for his own,
Who bought us with a price;
The chriftian lives to Chrift alone,
To Chrift alone he dies.
3 Jefus, thine own at last receive,
Fulfil our hearts' defire;
And let us to thy glory live,
And in thy cause expire.
Our fouls and bodie we refign;
With joy we render thee
Our all, no longer ours, but thine.
To all eternity.
EHOLD thy fervant, O my Lord!
I wait thy guiding eye to feel,
To hear and keep thy ev'ry word,
To prove and do thy perfect will;
Joyful from my own works to cease,
Glad to fulfil all righteousness.
2 Me, if thy grace vouchfafe to use,
Meaneft of all thy creatures, me, The deed, the time, the manner chufe; Let all my fruit be found of thee: Let all my works in thee be wrought, By thee to full perfection brought.
3 My ev'ry weak, though good defign, O'er-rule, or change, as feems thee meet; Jefus, let all my work be thine;
Thy work, O Lord, is all complete, And pleafing in thy Father's fight: Thou, only, haft done all things right.
4 Here then to thee thine own I leave,
Mould as thou wilt thy paffive clay;
But let me all thy ftamp receive,
But let me all thy words obey :
Serve with a fingle heart and eye,
And to thy glory live and die.
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