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 race?

Loves us, tho' we treat him thus; Why didst thou die upon the cross ? Tho' for good we render ill, What caus'dallthis but boundless grace? He accounts as brethren still. 'Twas, dearest Lord, thy matchless love

Which thee to save our souls did move. 6 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 subdue, We alas ! forget too often,

May all of us be born again,
What a Friend we have above;
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 Bethou our strength, be thou our song; 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

392. 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 ! 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'd,

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

my
soul

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 hail'd th' incarnate God.

6 O the rich depths of love divine ! 391. T. 9.

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

Dear Saviour, let me call thee mine, Sov'reign Creator, Lord of all,

I cannot wish for more.
Since I in thee salvation find, 7 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

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

T. 590.

393. T. 74.

12 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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And drawings all along
Frequent, distinct and strong:

O LORD, accept my worthless heart,

And keep it ever țhine ; 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,

397.* 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, :ll

: keeping to thy word; Thy love is all my boast !

None can be so full of grief,

But he soon may find relief, 394.

By the comfort :/: thy kind looks afford. BEFORE the Father's awful throne

T. 37 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,
Who loving, loves them to the end. Still would my love fall short

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;

399. T.. 184.
We to his mercy-seat draw nigh;
He never can himself deny.

How much we're lov'd by God our

Saviour,

With warmest gratitude we trace; 395.* T. 14.

His patience, mercy, pardon, favor,

Supported us throughoat 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!

Give

Th That lo

T. 90.

398. *

3

400.*

XXII. - Of Love to JESUS.
T. 206.

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 :fl: 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 turn. 3 Give to my eyes repenting tears,

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T. 200. Give: to my heart chaste, hallow'd fires;

O CHRIST, my only Life and Light, Give to my soul with filial fears, Whose loving condescension

The love thatall 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, 4016*

Thus notion

my T. 232.

Of mercy will improve THEE, Lord, I love with sacred awe,

With ev'ry thought and motion. Thy gracious presence ne'er withdraw From me, thy feeble creature.

2 Let' nothing dwell within my heart, 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 sịnful savor : Yea, when the strings of life are broke, With all things, whether great or small,

Which breed the least division, Thou shalt remain my lasting Rock;

Or Collision, 'Thou art my comfort and

my

All, Whose blood redeem'd me from the fall;

'T.wixt me and God

my

All, Lord Jesus Christ, :||: thy saving name

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

Are thy great love and merit! my 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,
What could all heav'nly bliss afford,

No object move my senses, ;

No pretences,
To yield me solid pleasure ?
Did I not feel that thou art near,

T'obstruct my love to thee;
Whene'er 'I mourn, my heart to cheer,

Thus heav'n on earth commences. 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 ! :ll: if thou art gone, that my cold and lifeless breast My ev'ry comfort is withdrawn! Might-glow with love unceasing !

Thee may

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

To keep this heav'nly treasure That to my soul 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. O! 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;

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

Never leave thee,
Lord! may the virtue of thy blood . And ne'er henceforth again
Sink deep into the nature

Unfaithful prove and grieve thee. Of thy creature,

12 Thy love hath always been the same, And its kind 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 O let 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
à well of tears,

Yea, help to me afford,
To weep for lhee 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, 80 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
My longing soul were catching :

Apply thy pow'rful merit
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.

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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.

Olet thy bloed be healing Myself as an oblation
All that's ailing,

I 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.

T. 151.

zime,

marrow and with fatness,

2 joy, all joys exceeding !

4. Jesus, thou my only rest,
Thou Bread most heavenly,

O my Jesus, let me find thee;
When I on thee am feeding,

Jesus, take me to thy breast,
Thou dost me satisfy

With thy cords of love now bind me. 1 With

Thou’rt the object of my mind,
With comfort, joy and peace,

I am by thy love inflamed;
And fill'st my heart with gladness, Ev'ry good that can be named,
Assuaging my distress.

Ev'ry bliss in thee I find.
3 Let me perceive thy friendly,
Thy cheering countenance;

5 May I of thy chosen bride

Be a member chaste and holy;
Spread thro' my heart its kindly
Enliv’ning influence.

Let me quite in thee confide;
ure;
HOW

Cleave to thee and love thee solely:
Without thee, gracious Saviour,

Jesus, kindly me receive;
To live, is nought but pain;
T'enjoy thy love and favor,

Thine alone may I be called;
Is happiness and gain.

Grant, that what hath me înthralled

May no longer me enslave.
4 Earth's glory to inherit,
Is not what I desire:

6 Thou in grace hast look'd on me, My heav'nly minded spirit

And with precious gifts hast blessed;
Glows with a nobler fire ;

Yet content I cannot be,
Where Christ himself appeareth Till I am of thee possessed.
In brightest majesty,

Jesus, now upon me shine,
For me a place prepareth,

Jesus, be my Sun resplendent,
There, there I long to be.

Jesus, be my joy transcendent,

Jesus, be thou ever mine!
T. 156,
JESUS is my Light most fair,
Jesus yields me solid pleasure;

405.* T. 39.
In his love I have a share,
This I count my highest treasure ;

I'LL glory in nothing but only in
He alone is my delight,

Jesus, le; He my soul hath captivated, As wounded and bruised from sin to sty With his love I'm penerated;

release us: He hath overcome me quite.

For he is my Refuge, to him I'll cleave 2 Round his pierced feet I'll cling,

solely, Him I seek with love most tender ; Thus can I, like Enoch, in this world And accurs'd be ev'ry thing,

live holy. Which my seeking him would hinder. 2 What tho' the world foameth and Tell me nought of worldly fame,

rageth with fury, Tell me nought of earthly treasure, I in my dear crucify'd Jesus will Would

you please in any measure, Tell me of his lovely name.

glory;

Beside him my Saviour I'll know 3 But himself I'must behold,

nothing ever, To him I will make confession: From whom neither trials, nor death My defects are manifold,

me

shall sever.
But I trust to his compassion.
For I cannot, will not rest,

3 My Saviour takes notice of hearts Till I've found

my

dearest Saviour, for him pining, Till he looks on me in favor,

He soothes their distress who on him Till he grants me my request,

are reclining; R

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me.