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HYMN LXXXII.

ATHER, Son and Holy Ghost,
One in Three, and Three in One,
As by the celestial hoft,

Let thy will on earth be done;
Praise by all to thee be giv'n,

Glorious Lord of earth and heav'n.

2 If fo poor a worm as I

May to thy great glory live,

All my actions fanctity,

All my words and thoughts receive,
Claim me for thy fervice, claim
All I have and all I am.

3 Take my foul and body's pow'rs!
Take my mem'ry, mind and will
All my goods, and all my hours,
All I know, and all I feel;
All I think, or speak, or do;
Take my heart; but make it new!

4 Now, O God, thine own I am :

Now I give thee back thine own; Freedom, friends, and health, and fame, Confecrate to thee alone :

Thine I live, thrice happy I;

Happier still if thine I die!

5 Father, Son, and Holy Ghoft,

One in Three, and Three in One,

As by the celeftial hoft,

Let thy will on earth be done;

Praise by all to thee be giv'n,

Glorious Lord of earth and heav'n.

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HYMN LXXXIII. S. M.

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ESUS, my truth, my way,
My fure unerring light,
On thee my feeble fteps 1 ftay,
Which thou wilt guide aright,

2 My wisdom and my guide,
My counsellor thou art:

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O let me never leave thy fide,
Or from thy paths depart.

I lift mine eyes to thee,
Thou gracious bleeding Lamb,
That I may now enlighten'd be,
And never put to shame.

Never will I remove

Out of thy hands my cause,
But reft in thy redeeming love,
And hang upon thy cross.

Teach me the happy art,
In all things to depend,

On thee: O never, Lord, depart,
But love me to the end.

Still ftir me up to strive

With thee in ftrength divine;

And ev'ry moment, Lord, revive,
This fainting foul of mine.

Perfift to fave my foul
Throughout the fi'ry hour,
Till I am ev'ry whit made whole,
And fhew forth all thy pow'r.

Through fire and water bring
Me to the wealthy place;

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And teach me the new fong to fing,
When perfected in grace!

O make me all like thec,
Before I hence remove!
Settle, confirm, establish me,

And build me up in love.

10 Let me thy witness live, When fin is all destroy'd:

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And then my spotlefs foul receive,
And take me home to God.

HYMN LXXXIV. S. M.

O. in thy hand I lay,

And wait thy will to prove,

My Potter, ftamp on me thy clay,
Thine only ftamp of love:
Be this my whole defire,

I know that it is thine:
Then kindle in my foul a fire,
Which fhall for ever shine.

2 Thy gracious readiness

To fave mankind affert :
Thine image, love, thy name imprefs,
Thy nature on my heart:
Bowels of mercy, hear,

Into my foul come down:
Let it throughout my life appear,
That I have Chrift put on.

O plant in me thy mind!
O fix in me thy home!

So fhall I cry to all mankind,
Come to the waters, come!

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Jefus is full of grace:

To all his bowels move; Behold in me ye fallen race, That God is only love!

HYMN LXXXV. L. M.

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Be thou my hope, my joy, my rest! The glories that compofe thy name, Stand all engag'd to make me bleft.

2 Thou great and good, thou just and wise, Thou art my Father, and my God! And I am thine by facred ties,

Thy fon and fervant; bought with blood.

3 With heart, and eyes, and lifted hands,
For thee I long, for thee I look,
As travellers, in thirsty lands,

Pant for the cooling water-brook.

4 Even life itself, without thy love,
No lafting pleasure can afford;
Yea, 'twould a tirefome burden prove,
If I were banish'd from thee, Lord!
5 I'll lift my hands, I'll raife my voice,
While I have breath to pray or praise;
This work fhall make my heart rejoice,
Throughout the remnant of my days.

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HYMN LXXXVI. L. M.

THOU, to whofe all-searching fight, The darknefs fhineth as the light, Search, prove my heart, it pants for thee; O burft thefe bonds and fet it free!

2 Wash out its ftains, refine its drofs, Nail my affections to the cross! Hallow each thought; let all within Be clean, as thou, my Lord, art clean.

3 If in this darksome wild I stray,
Be thou my light, be thou my way;
No foes, no violence I fear,

No fraud, while thou, my God, art near.

4 When rifing floods my foul o'erflow, When finks my heart in waves of woe, Jefus, thy timely aid impart,

And raife my head, and cheer my heart.

5 Saviour, where'er thy fteps I fee,
Dauntless, untir'd I follow thee
O let thy hand fupport me ftill,
And lead me to thy holy hill!

6 If rough and thorny be the way,
My strength proportion to my day;
Till toil, and grief, and pain fhall cease,
Where all is calm, and joy, and peace.

HYMN LXXXVII. L. M.

I ESUS, thou everlasting King, accept the tribute which we bring, Accept thy well-deferv'd renown, And wear our praifes as thy crown.

Let ev'ry act of worship be
Like our efpoufals, Lord, to thee:
Like the bleft hour, when from above,
We first receiv'd the pledge of love.