XIV. Effects of Faith.

OW my dear Lord, fhall I exprefs

"HOW The present happiness I fhare?

With joy, my heart can now confefs
That Jefu's name is written there.

2 I, who on husks but lately fed,
A prodigal eftrang'd from God,
Now eat the true and heavnly bread,
And feed on more than angel's food.
3 Sunk in love's bottomlefs abifs,
With faints and angels, now I join,
And wait for everlasting bliss,
In joyful hope and fongs divine.

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Yet ftill, I only thirft while here, The happy life of faith to live; More choice, and riper fruits to bear, 'Till I on fion's fhore arrive.

Let me pursue the path begun, Gladly therein my days to spend} 'Till all my pilgrimage is done, And faith and hope in glory end.

XV. Chrift precious to a Believer.

ESUS, I love thy charming name,

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'Tis mufic to my ear;

Fain would I found it cut fo loud,

That all the earth might bear.

Yes,

2 Yes, thou art precious to my foul,
My tranfport and my trust;
Jewels to thee, are gaudy toys,
And gold is fordid duft.

3 All my capacious powers can wish,
In thee most richly meet ; ́
Nor to my eyes is life fo dear,

Nor friendship half so sweet.

4 O may thy name ftill chear my heart,
And fhed its fragrance there!
The nobleft balm of all my wounds,
The cordial of my fear.

5 I'll speak the honours of thy name,
With my laft lab'ring breath;
When speechlefs, clafp thee in my arms,
My joy in life and death.

XVI. Christ honoured, and the
Sinner humbled.

1 HE Saviour's love once truly known, The man of fin and felf pulls down;

Humbles the finner at his feet,

And makes his wounds and paffion fweet.

2 Bow'd down in fhame, we gladly own,
The work to be the Lord's alone;

To him our very lives we owe,
For mercy tasted here below.

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3 Our werks, no longer then, we praise
Nothing extol but Jefu's grace;

Free and unmerited we prove,
The rich display of Jefu's love.

4 While thus we learn the needful part,
Shame fills, love warms the grateful hearts
While on his fuff'ring form, we muse,
Our cares, and very thoughts we lose.

5 We ftand amaz'd, and wonder why,
The Saviour would for finners die;

To fave our fouls would shed his blood, don
And while we look, we drop our load.

6 Then O my foul, how canft thou be,
So cold to him who dy'd for thee?
All bleffings from his crofs proceed,
Look here, my foul, in all thy need.

XVII. The Believer's Requeft.

ESUS the faviour of my foul,
Be thou my heart's delight;
Remain the fame to me always,
My joy by day and night.

2 Hungry and thirfty after thee,
I would be ev'ry hour;
Humble in heart, and happy kept,
By thy almighty power,

30.may I never once forget,
What a poor worm I am;

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From death and hell redeem'd by blood,
The blood of God's dear lamb.

4. May thy bleft fpirit in my heart;
Sweetly diffufe abroad

The love of God, th' incarnate God,

Who bought me with his blood,

5. In holy rev'rence I would ftill, With all my heart retain, "Th'atonement made by fefu's blood, And all his wounds and pain.

6 The myst'ry of redeeming love,

Be ever dear to me;

And may the flesh and blood of Chrift,

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My choiceft dainty be.

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XVIII. Looking to God thro

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Chrift.

O! to the hills I lift my eyes,
Thy promis'd help I claim;

Father of mercies glorify,

Thy fav'rite Jefu's name.

2. Salvation in that name is found,
Balm of my grief and care;

A med'cine for my ev'ry wound,
All, all I want is there.

XIX. Chrift our only Refuge.

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OW blefs'd are they, whofe feet have found
The way unto Immanuel's ground;

And stedfastly do walk therein,

Far from the crooked paths of fin.

2 Their weary spirits fweetly reft.
Contentedly on Jefu's breaft;

They here his wond'rous mercy prove,
And his dear name, and ftatutes love.

3 In peace their hearts enjoy the Lamb.
Who once was wrapt in human frame
They view within his bloody rays,
The object of eternal praife."

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His word declares their fins forgiven; NY His fpirit feals them heirs of heaven;

And gives them patience here to wait,
"Till Jefus them to bliss translate.

5 He arms them for the evil day;
And while in heart with him they ftay,
He guides them by his mighty pow'r,
And brings them thro' the trying hour. X

6 Then reft my foul, upon thy Lord.
Ev'n Jefus Chrift, the living word;

And then thy joy fhall ne'er decay, lɔ'bom A 'Till it break out in endless day.