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In whom we are, and move, and live,
Our God is ALL in ALL.

Martins Lane.] HYMN 376. 12 lines 8's.


NHOU, Jesus, thou my breast inspire,

And loose a stamm'ring infant's tongue :
Prepare the vessel of thy grace;
Adorn me with the robes of praise,
And mercy shall be all my song:
Mercy for all who know not God;
Mercy for all in Jesu's blood;

Mercy that earth and heaven transcends; Love, that o'erwhelms the saints in light: The length, and breadth, and depth, and height Of love divine, which never ends.

2 A faithful witness of thy grace,
Well may I fill the allotted space,
And answer all thy great design;
Walk in the works by thee prepar'd,
And find annex'd the vast reward,

The crown of righteousness divine.
When I have liv'd to thee alone,
Pronounce the welcome word, "Well done!"
And let me take my place above!
Enter into my Master's joy,

And all eternity employ,

In praise, and ecstasy, and love.



Broomsgrove.] HYMN 377. C. M.



HEN all thy mercies, O my God,
My rising soul surveys:

Transported with the view I'm lost
In wonder, love, and praise!

2 O how can words with equal warmth
The gratitude declare,

That glows within my ravish'd heart?
But thou canst read it there!
3 Thy providence my life sustain❜d,
And all my wants redrest,
While in the silent womb I lay,
And hung upon the breast.

4 To all my weak complaints and cries,
Thy mercy lent an ear;

Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learn'd
To form themselves in prayer

5 Unnumber'd comforts on my soul
Thy tender care bestow'd;

Before my infant-heart conceiv'd
From whom those comforts flow'd.

6 When in the slippery paths of youth,
With heedless steps I ran;

Thine arm, unseen, convey'd me safe,
And led me up to man.

7 Through hidden dangers, toils, and deaths, It gently clear'd my way;

And through the pleasing snares of vice,
More to be fear'd than they.

8 Ten thousand thousand precious gifts
My daily thanks employ:
Nor is the least a cheerful heart
That tastes those gifts with joy.
9 Through every period of my life
Thy goodness I'll pursue;
And after death in distant worlds,
The pleasing theme renew.

10 Through all eternity to thee
A grateful song I'll raise;
But O! eternity's too short
To utter all thy praise.


Clarks.] HYMN 378.

7's, 6's, & 18.

AIN, delusive world, adieu,
With all of creature-good,

Only Jesus I pursue,

Who bought me with his blood! All thy pleasures I forego,

I trample on thy wealth and pride, Only Jesus will I know,

And Jesus crucify'd.

2 Other knowledge I disdain, 'Tis all but vanity:

Christ, the Lamb of God, was slain,

He tasted death for me!

Me to save from endless wo
The sin-atoning Victim died!
Only Jesus will I know,

And Jesus crucify'd!

3 Here will I set up my rest;
My fluctuating heart
From the haven of his breast
Shall never more depart:
Whither should a sinner go?

His wounds for me stand open wide;

Only Jesus will I know,
And Jesus crucify'd!

4 Him to know is life and peace,
And pleasure without end;
This is all my happiness,
On Jesus to depend;
Daily in his grace to grow,

And ever in his faith abide,
Only Jesus will I know,
And Jesus crucify'd!

50 that I could all invite,

This saving truth to prove: Show the length, the breadth, the height, And depth of Jesu's love! Fain I would to sinners show

The blood by faith alone apply'd!

Only Jesus will I know,

And Jesus crucify'd.

Salford.] HYMN 379. C. M.


VITH joy we meditate the grace
Of our High Priest above;

His heart is made of tenderness,

His bowels melt with love.

2 Touch'd with a sympathy within,
He knows our feeble frame;
He knows what sore temptations mean,
For he hath felt the same.

3 He in the days of feeble flesh,

Pour'd out strong cries and tears, And in his measure feels afresh What every member bears.

4 He'll never quench the smoking flax,
But raise it to a flame;

The bruised reed he never breaks,
Nor scorns the meanest name.

5 Then let our humble faith address
His mercy and his
We shall obtain deliv'ring grace
In the distressing hour.

Brewer.] HYMN 380. L. M.

J'ile whom I fix my hopes upon:

ESUS my all to heaven is gone,

His track I see, and I'll pursue The narrow way till him I view. 2 The way the holy prophets went, The road that leads from banishment : The King's highway of holiness, I'll go, for all his paths are peace. 3 This is the way I long have sought, And mourn'd because I found it not; My grief a burden long has been, Because I was not sav'd from sin. 4 The more I strove against its power, I felt its weight and guilt the more; Till late I heard my Saviour say, "Come hither, soul, I AM THE WAY."

5 Lo! glad I come, and thou, blest Lamb,
Shalt take me to thee, whose I am;
Nothing but sin have I to give,
Nothing but love shall I receive.

Then will I tell to sinners round,
What a dear Saviour I have found,
I'll point to thy redeeming blood,
And say, "Behold the way to God!"
Broomsgrove.] HYMN 381. C. M.
1 MY God, my portion, and my love,

My everlasting All,

I've none but thee in heaven above,
Or on this earthly ball.

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