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No Mortal doth know
What he can bestow, What Light, Strength, and Comfort : go after
(him, go. Lo! onward I move,
And but Christ above, None guesses how wond'rous my Journey will
(prove. Great Spoils I shall win
From Death, Hell, and Sin ; Midst outward Affliction, shall feel Chrift
(within. Perhaps for his Name,
Poor Duft as I am, Some Works I shall finish with glad loving
(Aim. I still (which is beft)
Shall in his dear Breaft,
And when I'm to die,
66 Receive me," l'll cry, For Jesus hath lov'd me, I cannot say why.
But this I do find,
We two are so join'd,
HY MN CI.
2 Cor. v. 14.
Where Love inspires the Breast;
And ftrengthens all the reft.
Knowledge, alas! is all in vain;
And all in vain our Fear,
If Love be absent there.
'Tis Love that makes our active Feet
In swift Obedience move;
But Satan cannot Love.
This is the Grace that lives and fings,
When Faith and Hope shall cease;
In the sweet Realıns of Bliss.
Before we quite forsake our Clay,
Or leave this poor Abode,
To see our siniling God.
F Y M N CII.
He that I plac'd my Hopes upon;
This is the Way I long hare sought,
H Y M N
CIII. Come and welcome to Jesus Christ. COM YOME, ye Şinners, poor and wretched, ,
Weak and wounded, fick and fore, Jesus ready stands to save you,
Full of Pity, join'd' with Pow'r.
He is willing : doubt no inore.
God's free Bounty glorify,
Ev'ry Grace that brings us nigh.
(Money, Come to Jesus Christ, and buy.
Let not Conscience make you linger;
Nor of Fitness fondly dream, All the Fitness he requireth,
Is, to feel your Need of Him : This he gives you, this he gives you, this he
(gives you; 'Tis the Spirit's rising Beam. Coine ye weary, heavy laden,
Bruis'd and inangled by the Fall; If you tarry,
till you're better, You will never come at all. Not the Rightcous, not the Righteous, not
(the Righteous; Sinners Jefus came to call.
View him grov'ling in the Garden :
Lo! your Maker prostrate lies,
Hear him cry before he dies;
Sinner, will not this suffice ?
Pleads the Merit of his Blood,
Let no other Trust intrude. None but Jesus, none but Jesus, none but Jesus,
Can do helpless Sinners good. Saints and Angels join'd in Concert,
Sing the Praises of the Lamb; While the blissful Seats of Heaven
Sweetly echo with his Name. Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
Sinners here may sing the same.
H Y M N CIV.
Sinners haften to my Blood,
Satan Lord hath ine diftrefs'd,
Yes my Child, I know it all,
Art thou naked in Distress ?