4 Thrice blessed bliss-inspiring hope, 5 That great mysterious Deity; Shall fill the heavenly courts with praise, 6 The Father, shining on his throne, 7 In hope of that ecstatic pause, Heavenly Joy.] HYMN 393. C. M. 1 J ESUS, great shepherd of the sheep, Thy little flock in safety keep, 2 He comes, of hellish malice full, 3 Us into thy protection take, Unless the fold we first forsake, 4. We laugh to scorn his cruel pow'r, 5 0 do not suffer him to part 6 Together let us sweetly live, And each a starry crown receive, Plymouth Dock.] HYMN 394. 6 lines 8's. 1 Thine, wholly thine, I long to be! Thou seest, at last, I willing am Where'er thou goest, to follow thee: Thine, wholly thine, to live and die. 2 Whate'er my sinful flesh requires, 3 Pleasure, and wealth, and praise no more 4 All power is thine in earth and heaven: 5 Wherefore to thee I all resign: 1 Being thou art, and Love, and Power: Thee, Lord, let heaven and earth adore! Flow back the rivers to the sea, And let our all be lost in thee! Kingswood.] HYMN 395. 7's, 6's, & 18. Cof my redeeming Lord, AST on the fidelity I shall his salvation see My Saviour in distresses past, But bring me through at last. 2 Better than my boding fears To me thou oft hast prov'd; Oft observ'd my silent tears, And challeng'd thy belov'd: Mercy to my rescue flew, And death ungrasp'd his fainting prey; Pain before thy face withdrew, And sorrow fled away. 3 Now as yesterday the same, In all my troubles nigh, Jesus, on thy word and name I steadfastly rely: Sure as now the grief I feel, The promis'd joy I soon shall have; Sav'd again to sinners tell 1 Compass'd round with songs of praise, Bramcoat.] HYMN 396. L. M. HOU Lamb of God, thou Prince of Peace; For thee my thirsty soul doth pine! My longing heart implores thy grace: O make me in thy likeness shine! 2 With fraudless, even, humble mind, Thy will in all things may I see! In love be ev'ry wish resign'd, And hallow'd my whole heart to thee. 3 When pain o'er my weak flesh prevails, With lamb-like patience arm my breast; When grief my wounded soul assails, In lowly meekness may I rest. 4 Close by thy side still may I keep, Howe'er life's various current flow; 1 Portugal.] HYMN 397. L. M. ETERNAL Bean of Luged TERNAL Beam of Light divinę, In whom the Father's glories shine, Thro' earth beneath, and heaven above. 2 Jesus, the weary wanderer's rest, Give me thy easy yoke to bear; With steadfast patience arm my breast, With spotless love, and lowly fear. 3 Thankful I take the cup from thee, Prepar'd and mingled by thy skill: Though bitter to the taste it be, Powerful the wounded soul to heal. 4 Be thou, O Rock of Ages, nigh! So shall each murm'ring thought be gone; 5 Speak to my warring passions, "Peace;" Who shall contend with God? or who Hanover.] HYMN 398. 10's & 11's. THE 1 HE earth is the Lord's, and all it contains: The truth of his word for ever remains, The saints have a mountain of blessings in him; His grace is the fountain, his peace is the stream. 2 To him our request, we now have made known, Who sees what is best, for each of his own, |