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Daily would you ftretch the Wing,
Here to fly, and thus to fing.

HYMN XC.

CHRIST All in All.

Hallelujah.

'VE found the Pearl of greateft Price,
My Heart doth fing for Joy :

I'VEY

And fing I muft, a Chrift I have,

O what a Chrift have I!

My Chrift, he is the Lord of Lords,
He is the King of Kings;

He is the Sun of Righteoufnefs

With Healing in his Wings.

Chrift is my Meat, Chrift is my Drink,
My Phyfic, and my Health;

My Peace, my Strength, my Joy, my Crown,
My Glory, and my Wealth.

Chrift is my Father and my Friend,
My Brother, and my Love;

My Head, my Hope, my Counsellor,
My Advocate above.

My Chrift he is the Heaven of Heaven,
My Chrift what fhall I call?
My Chrift is first, my Chrift is laft,
My Chrift is All in All..

All Glory to the God of Love,

One God in Perfons Three;

To Father, Son, and Holy Ghoft,
One equal Glory be.

M

HYMN XCL

The Same.

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, 'tis Hell.

The Smilings of thy Face,

How amiable they are?

'Tis Heaven to reft 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 Sea of Love
Where all my Pleasures roll,

Paffions move

The Circle where my
And Centre of my Soul.

To thee my Spirits fly

With infinite Defire,

And yet how far from thee I lie;
Dear Jefus raife me nigher.

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CHRIST Precious to a Believer.

ESUS, I love thy charming Name,
'Tis Mufic to my Ear;

JES

Fain would I found it out fo loud,
That Earth and Heav'n might hear.

Yes, thou art precious to my Soul,
My Tranfport, and my Truft;
Jewels to thee are gaudy Toys,
And Gold is fordid Dust.

All my capacious Pow'r can wish
In thee moft richly meet;
Nor to my Eyes is Life fo dear,
Nor Friendship half so sweet.

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 Speechlefs, clafp thec in my Arms,
My Joy in Life and Death!

JES

HYMN XCIII.
CHRIST our Righteoufnefs.

ESU, thy Blood and Righteoufnefs,
My Beauty are, my glorious Drefs,
'Midft 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 Manfion in the Skies;
Ev'n then fhall this be all my Plea,
"Jefus hath Liv'd, hath Dy'd for ine.

Bold fhall I ftand in that great Day,
For who ought to my Charge fhall lay?
Fully thro' thee abfolv'd I am

From Sin and Fear, from Guilt and Shame,

Thus Abraham, the Friend of God,
Thus all the Armies bought with Blood,
Saviour of Sinners thee proclaim:
Sinners, of whom the Chief I am.

This fpotlefs Robe the fame appears,
When ruin'd Nature finks in Years;
No Age can change its glorious Hue,
The Grace 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 Drefs,
Jefus, the Lord our Righteoufnefs.

T

HYMN XCIV.

A divine Rapture.

ROM thee, my God, my Joys fhall rife,

FRO And run eternal Rounds,

Beyond the Limits of the Skies,
And all created Bounds.

The holy Triumph of my Soul,
Shall Death itfelf out-brave,
Leave dull Mortality behind,
And fly beyond the Grave.

There, where my bleffed Jefus reigns,
In Heav'n's unmeafur'd Space,
I'll fpend 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 Smile of thine
Shall fresh Endearments bring,
And thousand Taftes of new Delight,
From all thy Graces fpring.

Hafte, my Beloved, fetch my Soul

Up to thy blefs'd Abode : Fly, for my Spirit longs to fee My Saviour, and my God,

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