But thou all thy power shalt show,

And slay its last remains ; Thou hast conquer'd my desire,

Thou shalt quench it with thy blood ; Fill me with a purer fire,

And make me all like God.

Firmament.] HYMN 298. L. M.
THE spacious firmament on high,

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And spangled heav'ns (a shining frame)
Their great Original proclaim;
Th’ unwearied sun from day to day,
Doth his Creator's power display,
And publishes to every land

The work of an Almighty hand.
2 Soon as the evening shades prevail

The moon takes up the wondrous tale,
And nightly to the list’ning earth
Repeats the story of her birth :
While all the stars that round her burn,
And all the planets in their turn,
Confirm the tidings as they roll,

And spread the truth from pole to pole. 3 What though in solemn silence, all

Move round the dark terrestrial ball;
What though no real voice nor sound
Amid the radiant orbs be found;
In reason's ear they all rejoice,
And utter forth a glorious voice,
For ever singing as they shine,
6 The hand that made us is divine."

FOR FULL REDEMPTION.

Cookham.) HYMN 299. 4 lines 7's.

1

Comes to save a fallen race; Object of our glorious hope,

Jesus comes to lift us up!
2 Let the living stones cry out;

Let the sons of Abraham shout:
Praise we all our lowly King:

Give him thanks; rejoice and sing. 3 He hath our salvation wrought;

He our captive souls hath bought :
He hath reconcil'd to God :

He hath wash'd'us in his blood. 4 We are now. his lawful right;

Walk as children of the light:
We shall soon obtain the grace,

Pure in heart to see his face.
5 We shall gain our calling's prize;

After God we all shall rise,
Fill’d with joy, and love, and peace,

Perfected in holiness.
6 Let us then rejoice in hope,

Steadily to Christ look up:
Trast to be redeem'd from sin,

Wait, till he appear within. 7 Fools and madmen let us be,

Yet is our gure trust in thee :
Faithful is the promis'd word,

We shall all be as our Lord.
8 Hasten, Lord, the perfect day :

Let thy every servant say,

“ I have now obtain'd the pow'r,
Born of God, to sin no more.

Newry.] HYMN 300. L. M. 1 'O JESUS, full of truth and grace,

O all-, I wait to see thy lovely face,

I seek redemption in thy blood !
2 Now in thy strength I strive with thee,

My friend and advocate with God;
Give me the glorious liberty,

Grant me the purchase of thy blood. 3 Thou art the anchor of my hope,

The faithful promise I receive;
Surely thy death shall raise me up,

For thou hast died that I might live. 4 Satan with all his arts, no more

Me from the Gospel hope can move; I shall receive the gracious pow'r,

And find the pearl of perfect love. 5 My flesh, which cries, “it cannot be,”

Shall silence keep before the Lord; And earth, and hell, and sin shall flee

At Jesu's everlasting word.

Alfreton.] HYMN 301. L. M. 1 VOME, Saviour, Jesus, from above !

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Empty my heart of earthly love,

And for thyself prepare the place. 2 O let thy sacred presence fill,

And set my longing spirit free;
Which pants to have no other will,

But night and day to feast on thee.

3 While in this region here below,

No other good will I pursue:
I'll bid this world of noise and show,

With all its glittring snares, adieu. 4 That path with humble speed I'll seek,

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 consecrated soul ;
Possess it thou, who hast the right,

As Lord and Master of the whole, 6 Nothing on earth do I desire,

But thy pure love within my breast; This, only this, will I require,

And freely give up all the rest. Camberwell.] HYMN 302. S. M.

THE thing my God doth hate,

That I no more may do,
Thy creature, Lord, again create,

And all my soul renew :
My soul shall then, like thine,

Abhor the thing unclean,
And sanctify'd by love divine,

For ever cease from sin.
That blessed law of thine,
Jesus, to me impart;
The Spirit's law of life divine,

O write it in my heart!
Implant it deep within,

Whence it may ne'er remove,
The law of liberty from sin,

The perfect law of love. 3 Thy nature be my law,

Thy spotless sanctity,

1 TH

And sweetly every moment draw

My happy soul to thee.
Soul of my soul remain,

Who didst for all fulfil,
In me, O Lord, fulfil again

Thy heavenly Father's will.

Mount Tabor.] HYMN 303. C. M.
1

A heart from sin set free!
A heart that always feels thy blood,

So freely spilt for me.
2 A heart resign’d, submissive, meek,

My great Redeemer's throne:
Where only Christ is heard to speak,

Where Jesus reigns alone. 3 O for a lowly contrite heart,

Believing, true, and clean!
Which neither life nor death can part

From Him that dwells within.
4 A heart in every thought renew'd,

And full of love divine;
Perfect, and right, and pure, and good,

A copy, Lord, of thine.
5 Thy tender heart is still the same,

And melts at human wo;
Jesus, for thee distress'd I am,

I want thy love to know. 6 My heart, thou know'st, can never rest,

Till thou create my peace,
Till of my Eden repossess’d;

From ev'ry sin I cease.
7 Fruit of thy gracious lips, on me

Bestow that peace unknown,