My peace, my strength, my joy, my crown
My glory, and my wealth.
He is my father, and my friend,
My brother, and my love;
My head, my hope, my counsellor,
My advocate above.
My Christ he is the heav'n of heav'ns,
My Chrift what fhall I call?
He is my firft, he is my laft,
He is my All in All.
All glory to the God of love,
One God in perfons Three;
To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
One equal glory be.
Y God, my life, my love,
To thee, to thee I call;
I cannot live if thou remove,
For thou art All in All.
Thy fhining grace can cheer
This dungeon where I dwell;
'Tis paradife when thou art here,
If thou depart 't is hell.
The fmilings of thy face,
How amiable they are!
'Tis heav'n to rest in thine embrace,
And no where else but there.
To thee, and thee alone,
The angels owe their blifs;
They fit around thy gracious throne,
And dwell where Jefus is.
Not all the harps above
Can make a heav'nly place,
If God his refidence remove,
Or but conceal his face.
Nor earth, nor all the sky,
Can one delight afford;
No, not a drop of real joy,
Without thy prefence, Lord.
Thou art the fea of love
Where all my pleasures roll
The circle where my paffions move,
And centre of my soul.
To thee my fpirit fly,
With infinite defire:
And yet how far from thee I lie!
Dear Jefus, raife me higher.
HYMN CCXXX.
Chrift precious to a Believer.
ESUS, I love thy charming name,
'Tis mufic to my ear;
Fain would I found it out fo loud,
That earth and heav'n might hear,
Yes, thou art precious to my foul,
My tranfport and my trust;
Jewels to thee are gaudy toys,
And gold is fordid duft.
All my capacious pow'r can with,
In thee moft richly meet:
Nor to my eyes is light fo dear,
Nor friendship half fo fweet.
O, may thy grace ftill cheer my heart,
And fhed its fragrance there;
The nobleft balm of all its wounds,
The cordial of its care.
I'll speak the honours of thy name,
With my laft lab'ring breath;
When fpeechlefs, clafp thee in my arms,
My joy in life and death.
HYMN CCXXXI.
Chrift is our Righteousness.
JESU, thy blood and righteousness
My beauty are, my glorious dress
Midit flaming worlds, in thefe array'd,
With joy fhall I lift up my head.
When from the duft of death I rife
To claim my mansion in the fkies,
E'en then fhall this be all my plea,
"Jefus hath liv'd and died for me."
Bold fhall I ftand in that great day,
For who aught to my charge fhall lay ?
Fully, through thee, abfolv'd I am,
From fin and fear, from guilt and fhame,
Thus Abraham, the friend of God,
Thus all the armies bought with blood,
Saviour of finners thee proclaim;
Sinners, of whom the chief I am.
This righteousness the fame appears,
When ruin'd nature finks in years;
No age can change its glorious hue,
The robe of Chrift is ever new.
O let the dead now hear thy voice,
Now bid thy banifh'd ones rejoice;
Their beauty this, their glorious dress,
Jefus, the Lord our righteousness.
HYMN CCXXXII. 4 divine Rapture."
FROM thee, my God, my joys fall rife,
And run eternal rounds,
Beyond the limits of the skies,
And all created bounds.
The holy triumph of my foul
Shall death itself outbrave;
Leave dull mortality behind,
And fly beyond the grave.
There, where my bleffed Jefus reigns,
In heav'n's unmeafur'd space,
I'll spend a long eternity,
In pleasure and in praife.
Millions of years my wond'ring eyes
Shall o'er thy beauties rove;
And endless ages I'll adore
The glories of thy love.
Sweet Jefus, ev'ry fmile of thine
Shall fresh endearments bring;
A thousand taftes of new delight
From all thy graces fpring.
Hafte, my beloved, fetch my foul
Up to thy bleft abode ;
Fly, for my fpirit longs to fee
My Saviour, and my God.
HYMN CCXXXIII.
God our only Happiness.
MY God, my portion and my love,
My everlasting all;
I've none but thee in heav'n above,
Or on this earthly ball.
What empty things are all the fkies,
And this inferior clod!
There's nothing here deferves my joys,
There's nothing like my God.
In vain the bright, the burning fun,
Scatters his feeble light;
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