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Triumph.] HYMN 357. L. M.

1 Co.; O thou greater than our heart,
And make thy faithful mercies known;
The mind which was in thee impart:
Thy constant mind in us be shown.

2 O letus by thy cross abide,
Thee, only thee resolv’d to know,
The Lamb for sinners crucify’d,
A world to save from endless wo.

3 Take us into thy people's rest,
And we from our own works shall cease,
With thy meek spirit arm our breast,
And keep our minds in perfect peace.

4 Jesus, for this we calmly wait,
O let our eyes behold thee mear!
Hasten to make our heav'n complete,
Appear, our glorious God, appear!

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1 UT can it be that I should prove
For ever faithful to thy love,
From sin for ever cease?
I thank thee for the blessed hope;
It lifts my drooping spirits up,
It gives me back my peace.

2 In thee, O Lord, I put my trust;
Mighty, and merciful, and just,
Thy sacred word is past:
And I who dare thy word believe,
Without committing sin shall live,
Shall live to God at last.

3 I rest in thine almighty pow'r, The name of Jesus is my tow’r That hides my life above:

Thou canst, thou wilt my helper be;
My confidence is all in thee
The faithful God of love.

4 While still to thee for help I call,
Thou wilt not suffer me to fall,
Thou wilt not let me sin;
And thou shalt give me pow'r to pray,
Till all my sins are purg'd away,
And all thy mind brought in.

5. Wherefore in never-ceasing pray’r,
My soul to thy continual care
I faithfully commend:
Assur’d that thou through life wilt save,
And show thyself beyond the grave
My everlasting Friend.

Winter.] HYMN 359. C. M.

1 HEN shall I see the welcome hour, That plants my God in me ! Spirit of health, and life, and pow'r, And perfect liberty. 2 Love only can the conquest win, The strength of sin subdue, Come, O my Saviour, cast out sin, And form my soul anew : 3 No longer them my heart shall mourn, While sanctify’d by grace, I only for his glory burn, And always see his face.

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1 OUNTAIN of life and all my joy,
Jesus, thy mercies I embrace;
The breath thou giv'st, for thee employ,
And wait to taste thy perfect grace :

No more forsaken and forlorn,
I bless the day that I was born!

2 Preserv'd through faith, by power divine,
A miracle of grace I stand!
I prove the strength of Jesus mine!
Jesus, upheld by thy right-hand,
Though in my flesh I feel the thorn,
I bless the day that I was born.

3 Weary of life, through inbred sin
I was, but now defy its power:
When as a flood the foe comes in,
My soul is more than conqueror:
I tread him down with holy scorn,
And bless the day that I was born.

4 Come, Lord, and make me pure within,
And let me now be fill'd with God!
Live to declare I’m sav'd from sin:
And if I seal the truth with blood,
My soul from out the body torn,
Shall bless the day that I was born:

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1 OME, Holy Ghost, all-quick’ning fire!
Come, and my hallow'd heart inspire,
Sprinkled with th' atoming blood;
Now to my soul thyself reveal,
Thy mighty working let me feel,
And know that I am born of God.

2 Thy witness with my spirit bear,
That God, my God, inhabits there:
Thou, with the Father, and the Son,
Eternal life’s co-eval beam,
Be Christ in me, and I in him,
Till perfect we are made in one,

3 When wilt thou my whole heart subdue?
Come, Lord, and form my soul anew,
Emptied of pride, and wrath, and hell:
Less than the least of all thy store
Of mercies, I myself abhor:
All, all my vileness may I feel. *

4 Humble, and teachable, and mild,
O may I, as a little child,
My lowly Master's steps pursue !
Be anger to my soul unknown;
Hate, envy, jealousy, be gone;
In love create thou all things new.

5 Let earth no more my heart divide;
With Christ may I be crucify’d;
To thee with my whole heart aspire;
Dead to the world and all its toys,
Its idle pomp, and fading joys,
Be thou alone my one desire :

6 Be thou my joy, be thou my dread;
In battle cover thou my head, -
Nor earth, nor hell I then shall fear;
I then shall turn my steady face:
Want, pain defy—enjoy disgrace—
Glory in dissolution near.
7 My will be swallow’d up in thee!
Light in thy light still may I see,
Beholding thee with open face;
Call'd the full power of faith to prove,
Let all my hallow’d heart be love,
And all my spotless life be praise.

8 Come, Holy Ghost, all-quick’ning fire,
My consecrated heart inspire,
Sprinkled with th” atoming blood:
Still to my soul thyself reveal:
Thy mighty working may I feel,
And know that I am one with God.

Swanwick.] HYMN 362. C. M. w

j Fo of Jesus Christ, my Lord,
My Saviour, and my Head,
I trustin thee, whose powerful word
Hath rais’d him from the dead.

2 Thou know'st for my offence he died,
And rose again for me;
Fully and freely justified,
That I might live to thee.

3 Etermal life to all mankind
Thou hast in Jesus given:
And all who seek, in him shall find
The happiness of heaven.

4 O God! thy record I believe,
In Abraham's footsteps tread;
And wait, expecting to receive
The Christ, the promis’d Seed.

5 Faith in thy power, thou seest I have,
For thou this faith hast wrought;
Dead souls thou callest from their grave,
And speakest worlds from nought.

6 Things that are not, as though they were,
Thou callest by their name;
Present with thee the future are,
With thee, the great I AM.

In hope, against all human hope,
Self-desperate I believe;

Thy quick’ning word shall raise me up,
Thou shalt thy Spirit give.

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8 The thing surpasses all my thought;
But faithful is my Lord;
Through unbelief I stagger not,
For God hath spoke the word.

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