3 My want of thankfulness, and love,
And every grace, I own,
Nor will the mountains e'er remove
Till thou, my God, come down;
Till thou thine own desires fulfil,
Thyself to sinners join,
And kindly work in me to will
And do the will divine.

HYMN 154.-Continued.
Till then, to sorrow born, I sigh,
And gasp and languish after home;
Upward I send my streaming eye,
Expecting till the Bridegroom come :
Come quickly, Lord! thy own receive;
Now let me see thy face, and live.
3 Absent from thee, my exiled soul
Deep in a fleshly dungeon groans;
Around me clouds of darkness roll,

And labouring silence speaks my moans:
Come quickly, Lord! thy face display,
And look my darkness into day.

4 Sorrow, and sin, and death are o'er,
If thou reverse the creature's doom;
Sad Rachel weeps her loss no more,

If thou, the God, the Saviour come;
Of thee possessed, in thee we prove
The light, the life, the heaven of love.

HYMN 155.-Continued.

2 To thee, benign and saving Power,
I consecrate my lengthened days;
While, marked with blessings, every hour
Shall speak thy co-extended praise.
3 Be all my added life employed
Thine image in my soul to see;
Fill with thyself the mighty void,
Enlarge my heart to compass thee.
4 O give me, Saviour, give me more!
Thy mercies to my soul reveal;
Alas! I see their endless store,
But O, I cannot, cannot feel!

5 The blessing of thy love bestow,
For this my cries shall never fail ;
Wrestling, I will not let thee go,

I will not, till my suit prevail.

6 I'll weary thee with my complaint, Here at thy feet for ever lie,

With longing sick, with groaning faint; O give me love or else I die!

7 Come then, my Hope, my Life, my Lord, And fix in me thy lasting home;

Be mindful of thy gracious word,

Thou with thy promised Father come! S Prepare, and then possess my heart, O take me, seize me, from above! Thee may I love, for God thou art! Thee may I feel, for God is love!