*T is thy fweet beams create my noon;
If thou withdraw, 't is night.
And whilft upon my reftlefs bed,
Amidft the fades I roll,
If my Redeemer fhows his head,
'Tis morning with my foul.
To thee I owe my wealth and friends, And health, and fafe abode;
I praise thy name for all these things,
But they are not my God.
How vain a toy is glitt'ring wealth,
If once compar'd to thee;
And what's my fafety or my health,
Or all my friends to me?
Were I poffeffor of the earth,
And call'd the stars my own;
Without thy graces, and thyself,
I were a wretch undone.
Let others ftretch their arms like feas,
And grafp in all the shore ;
Grant me the vifits of thy face,
And I defire no more.
HYMN CCXXXIV. A Sinner's P
GOD of my falvation, hear,
And help me to believe;
Simply would I now draw near,
Thy bleffings to receive.
Full of guilt, alas! I am,
But to thy wounds for refuge flee; Friend of finners, fpotlefs Lamb, Thy blood was fhed for me.
Standing now as newly flain,
To thee I lift mine eye;
Balm of all my grief and pain,
Thy blood is always nigh:
Now, as yesterday the fame,
Thou art and will for ever be:
Friend of finners, fpotlefs Lamb,
Thy blood was shed for me.
Nothing have I, Lord, to pay,
Nor can thy grace procure;
Empty fend me not away,
For I, thou know'ft, am poor;
Duft and afhes is my name,
My all is fin and mifery;
Friend of finners, fpotlefs Lamb,
Thy blood was shed for me.
Without money; without price,
I come thy love to buy;
From myself I turn mine eyes,
The chief of finners I.
Take, O take me as 1 am,
And let me lofe myself in thee: Friend of finners, spotlefs Lamb, Thy blood was fled for me,
HYMN CCXXXV. Sitting at Jesus's Feit.. WEET the moments, rich in bleifing, Which before the cross I'fpend;
Life, and health, and peace poffefling,
From the finner's dying Friend:
Here I'll fit for ever viewing
Mercy's ftreams in ftreams of blood;
Precious drops my foul bedewing,
Plead and claim my peace with God.
Truly bleffed is this ftation,
Low before his crofs to lie;
While I see divine compaffion
Floating in his languid eye;
Here it is I find my heaven,
While upon the Lamb I gaze;
Love I much ?-I've much forgiven-
I'm a miracle of grace.
Love and grief my heart dividing,
With my tears his fect I'll bathe;
Conftant fill in faith abiding,
Life deriving from his death.
May, I ftill enjoy this feeling,
In all need to Jefus go;
Prove his wounds each day more healing,
And himself more deeply know.
HYMN CCXXXVI.
Communion with Jefus.
COME, defcend, O heav'nly Spirit,
Fan each spark into a flame;
Bleffings let us now inherit,
Bleffings that we cannot name :
Whilft hofannas we are finging,
May our hearts in rapture move;
Feel new grace in them ftill fpringing,
Breathe the air of purest love.
Let us fail in Grace's ocean,
Float on that unbounded fea;
Guided into pure devotion,
Kept from paths of error free;
On thy heav'nly manna feeding,
Screen'd from ev'ry envious foe;
Love, O love for finners bleeding,
All for thee we would forego.
Keep us, Lord, ftill in communion,
Daily nearer drawn to thee;
Sinking in the sweetest union
Of that heart-felt mystery;
Keep us fafe from each delufion,
Well protected from all harms;
Free from fin, and all confufion,
Circle us within thine arms.
HYMN CCXXXVIL
Juftification by Faith.
VAIN are the hopes the fons of men
On their own works have built,
Their hearts by nature all unclean,
And all their actions guilt.
Let Jew and Gentile stop their mouth,
Without a murm'ring word;
And the whole race of Adam stand
Guilty before the Lord.
In vain we afk God's righteous law
To justify us now;
Since to convince, and to condemn,
Is all the law can do.
Jefus, how glorious is thy grace,
When in thy name we trust:
Our faith receives a righteoufnefs
That makes the finner juft.
HYMN CCXXXVIII.
This is the Victory that overcometh the World, even our Faith.
TELL me no rhore of this world's vain ftore;
The time for fuch trifles with me
A country I've found where true joys abound; To dwell I'm determin'd on that happy ground.
No mortal doth know what he can bestow, What light, ftrength, and comfort; go after 1mm, go.
Lo! onward I move, and, but Christ above, None guelfes how wondrous my journey will
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