5 Perform the work Thou hast begun, My inmost soul to Thee convert, Love me, for ever love Thine own,

And sprinkle with Thy blood my heart. 6 Thy sanctifying Spirit pour,

To quench my thirst and wash me clean; Now, Father, let the gracious shower

Descend, and make me pure from sin. 7 Purge me from every sinful blot, My idols all be cast aside;

Cleanse me from every evil thought,

From all the filth of self and pride.

8 Give me a new a perfect heart,

From doubt, and fear, and sorrow free; The mind which was in Christ impart,

And let my spirit cleave to Thee. 9 O take this heart of stone away, (Thy sway it doth not, cannot own,) In me no longer let it stay;

O take away this heart of stone.

10 The hatred of the carnal mind

Out of my flesh at once remove;
Give me a tender heart, resign'd,

And pure, and full of faith and love.

II Within me Thy good Spirit place,

Spirit of health, and love, and power;
Plant in me Thy victorious grace,
And sin shall never enter more.

12 Cause me to walk in Christ my Way;
And I Thy statutes shall fulfil,

In every point Thy law obey,
And perfectly perform Thy will.

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13 Hast Thou not said, who canst not lie,
That I Thy law shall keep and do?

Lord, I believe, though men deny ;
They all are false, but Thou art true.

14 O that I now, from sin released,

Thy word might to the utmost prove!
Enter into the promised rest,

The Canaan of Thy perfect love.

15 There let me ever, ever dwell;

Be Thou my God, and I will be
Thy servant: O set to Thy seal;
Give me eternal life in Thee.

16 From all remaining filth within

Let me in Thee salvation have;
From actual and from inbred sin

My ransom'd soul persist to save.

17 Wash out my deep original stain-
Tell me no more it cannot be,

Demons or men! The Lamb was slain,
His blood was all pour'd out for me.

18 Sprinkle it, Jesu, on my heart !

One drop of Thine all-cleansing blood
Shall make my sinfulness depart,
And fill me with the life of God.

19 Father, supply my every need;

Sustain the life Thyself hast given :
Call for the never-failing Bread,

The manna that comes down from heaven.

20 The gracious fruits of righteousness, Thy blessings' unexhausted store,

In me abundantly increase,

Nor let me ever hunger more.

21 Let me no more, in deep complaint. My leanness, O my leanness ! cry; Alone consumed with pining want, Of all my Father's children, I!

22 The painful thirst, the fond desire,

Thy joyous presence shall remove,
While my full soul doth still require
Thy whole eternity of love.

23 Holy, and true, and righteous Lord,
I wait to prove Thy perfect will;
Be mindful of Thy gracious word,
And stamp me with Thy Spirit's seal.

24 Thy faithful mercies let me find,

In which Thou causest me to trust; Give me the meek and lowly mind, And lay my spirit in the dust.

25 Show me how foul my heart hath been, When all renew'd by grace I am; When Thou hast emptied me of sin, Show me the fulness of my shame.

26 Open my faith's interior eye;

Display Thy glory from above,
And all I am shall sink and die,

Lost in astonishment and love.

Behold the Man!

27 Confound, o'erpower me with Thy grace;
I would be by myself abhorr'd.
(All might, all majesty, all praise,
All glory be to Christ my Lord!)

28 Now let me gain perfection's height;
Now let me into nothing fall,
Be less than nothing in Thy sight,
And feel that Christ is all in all.

BEHOLD THE MAN !

I ARISE, my soul, arise;

Shake off thy guilty fears;

The bleeding Sacrifice

In my behalf appears;

Before the throne my Surety stands,
My name is written on His hands.

2 He ever lives above

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For me to intercede,

His all-redeeming love,

His precious blood, to plead ;
His blood atoned for all our race,

And sprinkles now the throne of grace.

Five bleeding wounds He bears,
Received on Calvary;
They pour effectual prayers,

They strongly speak for me;

Forgive him, O forgive! they cry,
Nor let that ransom'd sinner die!

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The Father hears Him pray,

His dear Anointed One,

He cannot turn away

The presence of His Son ;

His Spirit answers to the blood,

And tells me I am born of God.

My God is reconciled,

His pardoning voice I hear,

He owns me for His child;

I can no longer fear,

With confidence I now draw nigh,
And Father, Abba, Father, cry!

TITUS II. 11, &C..

I WE magnify the gift of God,
The common Saviour praise;
A talent is on all bestow'd,
A seed of saving grace.

2 To every soul it comes unsought,
To raise him from his fall;

To all it hath appear'd, and brought
Salvation unto all.

3 From all ungodliness and sin

It teaches us to fly,

Forbids to touch the thing unclean,

Or but in thought comply.

4 From every earthly low desire,

From every creature-love,

It calls, and bids our hearts aspire
And seek the things above.