Let thy love my heart constrain,
And all my restless passions sway:
Keep me, lest I turn again

Out of the narrow way.

2 If I have begun once more
Thy sweet return to feel:
If even now I find thy power
Present my soul to heal:
Still and quiet may I lie,

Nor struggle out of thine embrace:
Never more resist or fly

From thy pursuing grace.

3 To the cross, thine altar, bind Me with the chords of love; Freedom let me never find

From thee, my Lord, to move; That I never, never more

May with my much-lov'd Master part,
To the posts of mercy's door
O nail my willing heart!

4 See my utter helplessness,
And leave me not alone;
O preserve in perfect peace,
And seal me for thine own.
More and more thyself reveal,
Thy presence let me always find:
Comfort, and confirm, and heal
My feeble, sin-sick mind.

5 As the apple of thine eye

Thy weakest servant keep;
Help me at thy feet to lie,

And there for ever weep;
Tears of joy mine eyes o'erflow,
That I have any hope of heaven;

Much of love I ought to know,
For I have much forgiven.

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West-street.] HYMN 86. P. M.

FIRST PART.

H Who their Saviour' obey,

OW happy are they,

And have laid up their treasure above!
Tongue cannot express

The sweet comfort and peace
Of a soul in its earliest love!

That comfort was mine,

When the favour divine

I first found in the blood of the Lamb;
When my heart it believ'd,

What a joy I receiv'd,

What a heaven in Jesus's name!

'Twas a heaven below

My Redeemer to know,

The angels could do nothing more,
Than fall at his feet,

And the story repeat,

And the Lover of sinners adore.

Jesus all the day long

Was my joy and my song:

O that all his salvation might see!
He hath lov'd me, I cried,
He hath suffer'd and died,
To redeem such a rebel as me.
On the wings of his love,

I was carried above

All sin, and temptation, and pain;

I could not believe

That I ever should grieve,

That I ever should suffer again.

I rode on the sky,

Freely justified I,

Nor did envy Elijah his seat:

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My soul mounted higher
In a chariot of fire,

And the moon it was under my feet.

O the rapturous height

Of that holy delight

Which I felt in the life-giving blood
Of my Saviour possest,

I was perfectly blest,

As if fill'd with the fulness of God.

SECOND PART.

AH! where am I now!
When was it, or how,

That I fell from my heaven of grace?
I am brought into thrall;

I am stript of my all;

I am banish'd from Jesus's face!

Hardly yet do I know

How I let my Lord go,

So insensibly starting aside;
When the tempter came in
With his own subtle sin,

And infected my spirit with pride.

But I felt it too soon,

That my Saviour was gone,

Swiftly vanishing out of my sight;

My triumph and boast

On a sudden were lost,

And my day it was turn'd into night.

4 Only pride could destroy
That innocent joy,

And make my Redeemer depart;
But whate'er was the cause,
I lament the sad loss,

For the veil is come over my heart.

Ah! wretch that I am!

I can only exclaim,

Like a devil tormented within;
My Saviour is gone,

And has left me alone

To the fury of Satan and sin.

Nothing now can relieve;
Without comfort I grieve:

I have lost all my peace and my power:
No access do I find

To the Friend of mankind;

I can ask for his mercy no more.

Tongue cannot declare

The torment I bear,

(While no end of my troubles I see) Only Adam could tell

On the day that he fell,

And was turn'd out of Eden like me.

Driven out from my God,

I wander abroad,

Through a desert of sorrows I rove:
How great is my pain

That I cannot regain

·My Eden of Jesus's love!

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To my first paradise,

Or come my Redeemer to see:
But I feel a faint hope,

That at last he will stoop,

And his pity shall bring him to me.

Sion.] HYMN 87. 8 lines 8's.

TOW shall a lost sinner in pain, Recover his forfeited peace? When brought into bondage again, What hope of a second release;

Will mercy itself be so kind

To spare such a rebel as me?
And O, can I possibly find

Such plenteous redemption in thee?

2 O Jesus, of thee I inquire,

If still thou art able to save,
The brand to pluck out of the fire,
And ransom my soul from the grave;
The help of thy Spirit restore,

And show me the life-giving blood;
And pardon a sinner once more,
And bring me again unto God.
3 O Jesus, in pity draw near,

Come quickly to help a lost soul,
To comfort a mourner appear,
And make a poor Lazarus whole;
The balm of thy mercy apply,
Thou seest the sore anguish I feel;
Save, Lord, or I perish, I die,
O save, or I sink into hell!

4 I sink, if thou longer delay

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Thy pardoning mercy to show: Come quickly, and kindly display The power of thy passion below: By all thou hast done for my sake, One drop of thy blood I implore; Now, now let it touch me, and make The sinner a sinner no more.

Rochester.] HYMN 88. C. M.

THAT I were as heretofore!
When warm in my first love;
I only liv'd my God to adore,
And seek the things above!

2 Upon my head his candle shone,
And lavish of his

grace,