HYMN LXXIII.

Giving up the Heart to the LORD.
AKE my poor Heart, juft as it is,
Set up therein thy Throne ;

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So fhall I love Thee above all,

And live to thee alone.

Compleat thy Work, and crown thy Grace,
That I may faithful prove,
And liften to that finall ftill Voice,
Which only whispers Love:

Which teaches me what is thy Will,
And tells me what to do ;
Which covers me with Shame, when I
Do not thy Will pursue.

This Unction may I ever feel,
This Teaching from my Lord,
And learn Obedience to thy Voice,
Thy Soul-reviving Word!

HYMN LXXIV.

Praifing the Glory of the Grace of God.

GR

RACE, how exceeding fweet to those
Who feel they Sinners are !

Sunk and diftreft, they tafte and know
Their Heav'n is only there!

Thus Grace, free Grace moft sweetly calls, "Directly come, who will;

"Juft as you are; for Chrift receives "Poor helpless Sinners ftill "

We thirst, O Lord! give us each Day,
To tafte more of this Grace;

More of that Stream, which from the Rock
Flow'd thro' the Wilderness.

Where'er eternal Life is given,

This Thirft the fame will be!

The Heart will after Jefus pant
To all Eternity.

'Tis Grace alone that feeds our Souls,
Grace keeps us inly poor;
And, Oh that nothing elfe but Grace
May rule for evermore!

Infinitely condefcending Love, LOVE brought down God's dear only Son Into a Virgin's Womb,

Love nail'd him to th' accurfed Tree,
And laid him in a Tomb.

Thro' ev'ry Action, fuff'ring too,

The Law of Kindnefs reign'd,

Love op'd thofe gaftly Wounds thro' which His precious Life was drain'd.

Love took him to his Father's Throne,
There to prepare us Room,

And Love will bring him down again,
To fetch us to his Home.

SON

ON of God! thy Bleffing grant, Still fupply our ev'ry Want, Tree of Life thine Influence fhed, With thy Sap our Spirits feed!

Tend'reft Branch, alas! am I,
Wither without thee, and die;
Weak as helplefs Infancy-
O confirm our Souls in thee !

Unfuftain'd by thee we fall!
Send the Strength for which we call !
Weaker than a bruised Reed,
Help we ev'ry Moment need.

All our Hope on thee depend,
Love us! fave us to the End !
Give us the continuing Grace-
Take the everlafting Praise !

HYMN

LXXVII.

CHRIST the Believer's Refuge.
N ev'ry Trouble fharp and ftrong,
My Soul to Jefus flies,

My Anchor-hold is firm in him,
When fwelling Billows rise.

His Comforts bear my Spirits up,
I truft a faithful God,

The fure Foundation of my Hope,
Is in a Saviour's Blood.

Loud Hallelujah's fing my Soul
To thy Redeemer's Name,
In Joy, in Sorrow, Life and Death,
His Love is ftill the fame.

HYMN

LXXVIII.

2 Kings x. 15.

Before Sacrament.
NOME let us afcend,

My Companion and Friend,

To tafte of the Banquet above;
If thine Heart be as mine,
If for Jefus it pine,

Come up into the Chariot of Love.

Who in Jefus confide,
They are bold to outride,
The Storms of Affliction beneath:
With the Prophet they foar
To the heav'nly Shore,

And outfly all the Arrows of Death.

By Faith we are come

To our permanent Home,

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By Hope we the Rapture improve;
By Love we ftill rife,

And look down on the Skies, For the Heaven of Heavens is Love!

Who on Earth can conceive,
How happy we live,

In the City of God the great King!
What a Concert of Praise,

When our Jesus's Grace,

The whole heavenly Company fing£

What a rapturous Song, When the glorify'd Throng In the Spirit of Harmony join; Join all the glad Choirs, Hearts, Voices, and Lyres, And the Burden is Mercy divine!

Hallelujah they cry,

To the King of the Sky,
To the great everlafting I AM!
To the Lamb that was flain,
And liveth again,
Hallelujah to God and the Lamb!

HYMN LXXIX.
The Same.

Aithful Bridegroom, holy Lamb !

F By thy Church beloved,

Manifeft thy fweetest Name,

To each Heart approved.

Crown this Ordinance of thine
With a folemn Bleffing;

Let our Feaft be all divine,
Each thyfelf poffeffing!

Let thy Flefh afford us Food,
Ev'ry Grace to ftrengthen :
Let our Drink be Jefu's Blood,
Nature's Pow'r to weaken.

Cause that bleeding Sacrifice

Once for Sinners given,

To appear before our Eyes,
Earneft of our Heaven!