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2 He guides my soul to living springs,

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Where sweetly I'm refreshed ;

NONE but Christ, my Saviour,
His Spirit joy and comfort brings
To me whene'er abashed;

Loves with matchless fervor ;
He leads me in the blessed way

This is surely true! of his commandments, day by day,

Souls in him believing, To his name's praise and glory.

And his blessings craving,

Taste them daily new; S A table for me he prepares,

Yea, his mercy far exceeds My soul enjoys his favor;

All to think or say we're able; And thus secur'd, no en’my dares

'Tis incomparable. My God and me to sever : His holy Spirit cheers my heart,

2 Weeping or rejoicing,

When from love arising, And changes ev'ry grief and smart

He takes in good part; To joys unutterable.

Whoe'er cannot truly, 4 His goodness and his mercies all

Holy, holy, holy, Will follow me for ever,

Sing with cheerful heart,
And I'll maintain my proper call,

O might he but contrite be!
To cleave to my dear Saviour, Christ regards our mournful crying,
And to his congregation here; Inward groans and sighing.
And when call'd home, I shalllive there
With Christ, my soul's Redeemer.

3 Yea, his own he guideth,
Faithful he abideth,

Till his thoughts of peace
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Fully are accomplishid, THY thoughts of peace o'er me, my And our race here finishd, gracious Saviour,

We shall see his face. Thy mercy, love, and patience, which o rejoice with heart and voice, ne'er waver,

Church of God, and praise for ever They are my comfort, prompt me to His unbounded favor.

prostration, And adoration. 2 I am the chief of sinners, yea, the

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ONE there is above all others, Of those, whom of thy favor thou as- Who deserves the name of Friend, surest;

His is love beyond a brother's, Thy goodness shown to me can't be

Costly, free, and knows no end : expressed, Or duly praised. They who once his kindness prove,

Find it everlasting love! 3 Hadst thou 'not sought me first, and followd ever,

2 Which of all our friends, to save us, I had not come to thee, nor known Could or would have shed his blood!, thy favor;

But our Jesus dy'd, to have us When thou hadst found me, then with Reconcil'd in him to God: arms of mercy

This was boundless love indeed! Thou didst embrace' me. Jesus is a Friend in need. 4 I thank thee with sincerest heart's 3 When he liv'd on earth abased, affection,

Friend of sinners was his name, That thou according to thy grace Now to heav'nly glory raised election,

He rejoiceth in the same:
Hast brought me to thy blood-bought Still he calls them brethren, friends,

congregation,' Seal’d my Salvation. And to all their wants attends.


as us?

4 Could we bear from one another, 2 How couldst thou love such worms

What he daily bears from us? Yet this glorious Friend and Brother Why didst thon look upon our face?

Loves us, tho' we treat him thus; Why didst thou die upon the cross ? Tho' for good we render ill,

What caus'd all this but boundlessgrace? He accounts us brethren still. 'Twas, dearest Lord, thy matchless love

Which thee to save our souls did move. 5 Ob! for grace our hearts to soften! Teach us, Lord, at length to love; 3 o let thy pity thee constrain,


Pardon our sin, its pow'r subdge, We alas ! forget too often, What a Friend we have above;

May all of us be born again, But when home our souls are brought Let on us shine thy cheering face,

Thy image in us all renew : We will love thee as we ought. Give us to know thy saving grace.

4 Be thou our strength, be thou our kong; 390. T. 14.

Be our exceeding great reward: JESUS, thy love exceeds by far

Let ev'ry heart, and ev'ry tongue, Thy love of earthly friends;

Rejoice and triumph in the Lord : Bestows whate'er the sinner needs, Jesus, our boast shall be of thee, Is firm, and never ends,

In time, and in eternity. 2 My blessed Saviour, is thy love


T. 14 So bounteous, great and free? COME, Holy Ghost, inspire my song Behold I give my sinful heart,

With thy immortal flame; My life, my all to thee.

And teach my heart, & teach my tongue, 3 No man of greater love can boast, The Saviour's lovely name. Than for his friend to die :

2 The Saviour ! O what endless charms Thou for thy enemies wast slain, Dwell in the blissful sound!

What love with thine can vie? Its influence ev'ry fear disarms, 4 Tho' in the very form of God,

And spreads sweet comfort round. With heav'nly glory crown's,

3 Here pardon, life, and joys divine, Thou wouldst partake of human flesh,

In rich effusions flow, Beset with troubles round.

For guilty rebels lost by sin,

And doom'd to endless woe. 5 And now, ev'n on thy throne above, 4 God's only Son, (stupendous grace!) Thy love is still as great;

Forsook his throne above; Well thou remember'st Calvary, And swift to save our wretched race, Nor canst thy death forget.

He flew on wings of love. 6 O Lord, I'll treasure in


5 Th' almighty Former of the skies The mem'ry of thy love:

Stoop'd to our vile abode ; And thy dear name shall still to me

Whileangelsview'dwithwond'ringeyes A grateful odor prove.

And haild th' incarnate God.

6 O the rich depths of love divine ! 391.

Of bliss a boundless store : JESUS, Redeemer of mankind,

Dear Saviour, let me call thee mine,

I cannot wish for more.
Sov'reign Creator, Lord of all,
Since I in thee salvation find, 17 On thee alone my hope relies,

Before thy cross I humbly fall: Beneath thy cross I fall;
My Lord, my God, my soul's desire, My Lord, my Life,

my sacrifice, With sacred flames my heart inspire. My Saviour, and my All.

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2 Could I exalt thee worthily,

For thy unbounded grace,
SAVIOUR ! thro'grace divine Display'd in various ways to me,
I know, that I was thine

My lauds would never cease.
From early infancy;
This by thy calls I see,

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O LORD, accept my worthless heart, Frequent, distinct and strong.

And keep it ever thine ; 2 I know, thro' mercy free

Since thou for me, a sinful worm, Thine I shall ever be,

Hast shed thy blood divine, No separation here

Therewith to save my guilty soul From thee I need to fear;

From endless pain and woe: In thee I can confide,

What dearest friend in all the world Thou faithful wilt abide.

Could equal kindness show! 3 I know I worthless am, This fills my soul with shame,


T. 56. Down in the dust I bow,

THOU, O Jesus, ://: art à gracious Lord, keep me ever low ;

Lord, In thee alone I trust,

Ever faithful, :l]: keeping to thy word; Thy love is all my boast !

None can be so full of grief,

But he soon may find relief,
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By the comfort :||

: thy kind looks afford. BEFORE the Father's awful throne Our High-Priest lifts his pierced LORD, had I of thy love hands,

Such an impression, And interceding for his own

As to forget all else His purchas'd property demands;

In that fruition, His people's everlasting Friend,

Still would


love fall short Who loving, loves them to the end.

Of thy great mercies; 2 By faith we claim him as our own, Nor can eternity

Our Kinsman, near ally'd in blood, Sing all thy praises.
Flesh of our flesh, bone of our bone,
The Son of man, the Son of God;

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We to his mercy-seat draw nigh;
He never can himself deny.

How much we're lov’d by God our


With warmest gratitude we trace; T. 14.

His patience, mercy, pardon, favor,

Supported us throughoàt our race: THY mercies and thy faithfulness, To him we trust for future blessing, Dear Lord, are daily new,

He'll lead us till our latest breath: But who can tell them to thy praise, O may we áll, with love unceasing, Upon a close review ?

Rejoice in him, our Lord, by faith!


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XXII. - Of Love to JESUS.

| 3 With my whole heart I cleave to thee,

And thou wilt come and dwell with me; THEE will I love, mystrength& tow'r, This is my consolation !

My soul with love to thee inspire; In joy and pain my soul depends Thee will I love with all my pow'r, On thee with humble confidence,

Thou art alone my soul's desire; Thou Rock of my salvation ! Thee will I love, my King and God, Thou shalt remain my Portion blest, Shed in my heart thy love abroad. My All, by word and deed confest, 2 Ah, why did I so late thee know,

Till these mine eyes behold thy face; Thou fairest of the sons of men !

Meanwhile support me by thy grace, Ah, why did I no sooner go

O Jesus Christ :: my God and Lord, To thee who canst relieve my pain! In ev'ry trial help afford. Asham'd I sigh, and inly mourn That I so late to thee did türn. 3 Give to my eyes repenting tears,

402.* T. 200. Give to my heart chaste, hallow'd

O CHRIST, my only Life and Light,
Give to my soul with filial fears, Whose loving condescension
...The love that all heav'n's host inspires: Refresheth me by day and night,
That all my pow'rs, with all their might, Beyond my comprehension :
In thy sole glory may unite, Grant, that I may return thy love

With grateful heart's devotion,
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Thus my notion

Of mercy will improve THEE, Lord, I love with sacred awe, With ev'ry thought and motion. Thy gracious presence ne'er withdraw 2 Let

' nothing dwell within my heart, From me, thy feeble creature. The world is tasteless unto me,

But thy great love and favor: I find no comfort but in thee,

May this engage my soul to part And in thy loving nature:

With ev'ry sinful savos : Yea, when the strings of life are broke,

With all things, whether great or small, Thou shalt remain my lasting Rock;

Which breed the least division,

Or Collision, Thou art my comfort and my All,

'Twixt me and God my All, Whose blood redeem'd me from the fall; Lord Jesus Christ, :||: thy saving name

Who say'd me from perdition. Preserve me from eternal shame. 3 How blest, how excellent and kind, 2 All my desires are fix'd on thee,

Are thy great love and merit! Lord Jesus, thou art more to me

Were these but fix'd within my mind,

What could disturb my spirit?
Than ev'ry earthly treasure ;
Were heav'n itself without thee, Lord, O might no thought arise in me,

No object move my senses,
What could all heav'nly bliss afford,
To yield me solid pleasure?

No pretences,
Did I not feel that thou art near,

T'obstruct my love to thee;

Thus heav'n on earth commences. Whene'er I mourn, my heart to cheer, Nought in this world could comfort me; 4 O that I were still more possest My wishes centre all in thee;

Of this great, sov'reign blessing! Lord Jesus Christ! :||: if thou art gone, O that my cold and lifeless breast My ev'ry comfort is withdrawn! Might glow with love unceasing !


Grant I may watch both day and night, 10 Thy love, my Saviour, all supplies

To keep this heav'nly treasure That to my soal is wanting,
From the seizure

'Tis the true light unto mine eyes, Of Satan's secret spite,

My cordial, when I'm fainting : Who seeks our woe with pleasure. My bread and wine, my costly dress, 5 Thou cam'st in love to my relief, My joy and delectation, Bar'st sin's due pain and torment,

My salvation, Hung'st on the cross just like a thief, My comfort in distress, Or murd'rer, without garment,

My refuge 'midst oppression, Scorn'd, spit upon, and sore distrest: 11 My dearest Lord, shouldst thou re. 0! let thy suff'rings enter

move, To the centre

Nought else could yield me pleasure; Of this my stubborn breast,

Shouldst thou withdraw thy precious To melt and make it tender.

love, 6 The blood, which thou hast shed for me, I lose

my only treasure. Is precious, pure and holy;

Thee I seek and entertain, Butthis my heart, that swerves from thee, With inward joy receive thee, Is hard, replete with folly :

Never leave thee, Lord !


the virtue of thy blood And ne'er henceforth again Sink deep into the nature

Unfaithful prove and grieve thee. Of thy creature,

12 Thylove hath always been the same, And its skind influences spread

And ever did pursue me; Thro' ev'ry vein and feature.

Before I knew thy saving name, 7 O that my heart with eagerness In mercy thou didst view me. Would open wide, and gather ,

Olet thy love, almighty Lord, Each drop of blood my sins did press Continue to direct me, From thee, my Mediator !

And protect me, O were mine eyes a well of lears,

Yea, help to me afford, To weep for thee my

Saviour !

'Gainst all that would obstruct me. May I ever, Freed from all needless fears,

13 Thy love uphold me, when distrest, Enjoy thy love and favor.

Give strength, when I am feeble;

And when this mortal period's past, O that I with a babe's desire Came running, weeping, stretching. Support

, and strengthen' my weak faith;

Thou, who to save art able,
So long, till love's celestial fire

Apply thy pow'rful merit
My longing soul were catching :
Without thy love there's nought but gall

, That I may after death,

To my spirit,
Nought else yields satisfaction,

Eternal joy inherit.
But distraction,
Nought else I joy can call,
Nought else gives me refection.


T. 151. 9 Thy love divine is perfect rest, The source of all true pleasure :

JESUS, my highest treasure !

, O Jesus, be my soul thus blest, In thy communion blest,

T' enjoy thee in full measure ! I find unsully'd pleasure,
Shed in my heart thy love abroad; True happiness and rest.

O let thy blood be healing Myself as an oblation
All that's ailing,

Í have to thee assign'd,
And that depravity

Because thou by thy passion
I am with griet bewailing.

Hast heal'd my sin-sick mind.

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