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ftretch the Wing, Here to fly, and thus to sing.
Η Υ Μ Ν XC.
CHRIST All in All.
My Heart doth' sing for Joy :
O what a Christ have I !
My Christ, he is the Lord of Lords,
He is the King of Kings;
With Healing in his Wings.
My Phylic, and my Health ;
My Glory, and my Wealth,
My Brother, and my Love;
My Advocate above.
My Christ what shall I call ?
My Christ is All in All.
All Glory to the God of Love,
One God in Persons Three;
One cqual Glory be.
11 Y M N XCI.
To thee, to Thee I call, cannot live if thou remove, For thou art All in All.
Thy fhining Grace can cheer,
This Dungeon where I dwell; 'Tis Paradise when thou art here,
If thou depart, 'tis Hell.
The Smilings of thy Face,
How amiable they are ? 'Tis Heaven to rest in thine Embrace,
And no where else but there,
To thee, and thee alone,
The Angels owe their Bliss ; 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 Residence 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 Presence, Lord.
Thou art the Sea of Love
Where all my Pleasures roll,
The Circle where
To thee my Spirits Ay
With infinite Desire,
Dear Jesus raise me nigher.
H Y M N XCII.
'Tis Music to my Ear;
That Earth and Heav'n might hear.
Yes, thou art precious to my Soul,
My Transport, and my Trust; Jewels to thee are gaudy Toys,
And Gold is fordid Duft,
All my capacious Pow'r can wish
In thee inoft richly meet; Nor to my Eyes is Life so dear,
Nor Friendship half so sweet. O may thy Grace ftill cheer my Heart;
And shed 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 last lab’ring Breath : When Speechless, claip thecin my Arms,
My Joy in Life and Death!
HY MN XCIII. Christ our Righteousness. ESU, thy Blood and Righteousness,
My Beauty are, my glorious Dress, 'Midft faining Worlds in these array’d, With Joy Niall I lift up my Head. When from the Duft of Death I rise, To claim my Mansion in the Skies; Ev'n then shall this be all my Plea,
Jesus liath Liv'd, liathi Dý'd for ine." Bold shall I stand in that great Day, For who ought to my Charge shall lay? Fully thro' thee absolv'd I am From Sin and Fear, from Guilt and Shaine,
Thus Abraham, the Friend of God,
This spotless Robe the same appears,
O let the Dead now hear thy Voice,
H Y MN XCIV.
A divine Rapture.
And run eternal Rounds,
And all created Bounds.
The holy Triumph of my Soul,
Shall Death itself out-brave,
And fly beyond the Grave.
In Heav'n's unmeasur'd Space,
In Pleasure and in Praise.
Shall o'er thy Beauties rove,
The Glories of thy Love. Sweet Jesus, ev'ry Smile of thine
Shall fresh Endearinents bring, And thousand Tastes of new Delight,
From all thy Graces spring. Hafte, my Beloved, fetch my Soul
Up to thy bless'd Abode : Fiy, for my Spirit longs to fee
My Saviour, and my God,