2 Thou fhin'ft with everlefting rays; Before th' unsufferable blaze,

Angels with both wings veil their eyes:
Yet free as air thy bounty ftreams
On all thy works: thy mercy's beams,
Diffusive as the fun's, arise.

3 Aftonish'd at thy frowning brow,
Earth, hell, and heaven's ftrong pillars bow,
Terrible majefty is thine!

Who then can that vaft love express,
Which bows thee down to me, who lefs
Than nothing am, till thou art mine!

4 High thron'd on heav'n's eternal hill,
In number, weight, and measure still,
Thou fweetly order'st all that is :
And yet thou deign'ft to come to me,
And guide my steps, that I with thee
Enthron'd may reign in endless blifs.

HYMN CXVII.

JESUS, my reft, how unfpeakably bleft, Is the finner that comes to be hid in thy breaft!

2 I come at thy call, before thee 1 fall, And own and confefs thee my God and my All.

3 Thou'rt Mary's good part, the thing needful thou art,

The choice of my foul, and the joy of my heart.

4 My comfort and stay, my life and my way, My crown of rejoicing in that happy day.

5 Health, pardon, and peace, in thee I poffefs; What more can I have? I will have nothing lefs. 6 I ftand in thy might; I walk in thy light; All heaven I claim in thy God-giving right.

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HYMN

CXVIII. C. M.

Breathing after the Holy Spirit.

OME, Holy Spirit, heav'nly Dove,
With all thy quick'ning pow'rs;

Kindle a flame of facred love

In thefe cold hearts of ours.

2 Look how we grovel here below,
Fond of thefe earthly toys;
Our fouls how heavily they go
To reach eternal joys!

3 In vain we tune our formal fongs,
In vain we ftrive to rife;
Hofannas languish on our tongues,
And our devotion dies.

4 Father, fhall we then ever live
At this poor dying rate?
Our love fo faint, fo cold to thee,
And thine to us fo great?

5 Come, Holy Spirit, heav'nly Dove,
With all thy quick'ning pow'ers;
Come, fhed abroad a Saviour's love,
And that fhall kindle ours.

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HYMN CXIX. C. M.

Waiting for the Spirit of Adoption.

LL. glory to the dying Lamb,
And never-ceafing praife;

While angels live to know thy name,
Or men to feel thy grace.

2 With this cold ftony heart of mine,
Jefus to thee I flee !

And to thy grace my foul refign,
To be renew'd by thee.

3 Give me to hide my blushing face,
While thy dear crofs appears;
Diffolve my heart in thankfulness,
And melt mine eyes to tears.

4 O may the uncorrupted feed
Abide and reign within;
And thy life-giving word forbid
My new-born foul to fin.

5 Father, I wait before thy throne;
Call me a child of thine !
Send down the Spirit of thy Son,
To form my heart divine.

6 There fhed thy promis'd love abroad,
And make my comfort ftrong;

Then fhall I fay

My Father God!"
With an unwav'ring tongue.

HYMN CXX. C. M.

ATHER, I ftretch my hands to thee,
No oth r help I know:

If thou withdraw thyfelf from me,
Ah, whither fhall I go?

2 What did thine only Son endure,
Before I drew my breath!

What pain, what labour to fecure
My foul from endless death!

3 O Jefus, could I this believe,
now fhould feel thy pow'r:

Now my poor foul thou wouldst retrieve,
Nor let me wait one hour.

4 Author of faith, to thee I lift
My weary, longing eyes;
Olet me now receive that gift;
My foul without it dies.

5 Surely thou canst not let me die;
O fpeak and I fhall live!
And here I will unweary'd lie;
Till thou thy Spirit give.

6 The worst of finners would rejoice,
Could they but fee thy face,
O let me hear thy quick'ning voice,
And tafte thy pard'ning grace!

HYMN CXXI.

1 ESUS, Shepherd of thy fheep,
Pity my unfettled foul;

Guide, and nourish me, and keep,
Till thy love fhall make me whole:
Give me perfect foundness, give;
Make me steadfastly believe.

2 I am never at one stay;

Changing ev'ry hour I am :
But thou art, as yesterday,

Now and evermore the fame :
Conftancy to me impart,

'Stablish, with thy grace, my heart,

3 Lay thy weighty cross on me, All my unbelief controul:

Till the rebel ceafe to be,

Keep him down within my foul:
That he never more may move,
Root and ground me faft in love.
4 Give me faith to hold me up,
Walking over life's rough fea;
Holy purifying hope,

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Still my foul's fure anchor be That I may be always thine, Perfect me in love divine.

HYMN CXXII. S. M.

MAY thy pow'rful word
Infpire a feeble worm.

To rush into thy kingdom, Lord,
And take it as by ftorm!

O may we all improve

The grace already giv'n,

To feize the crown of perfect love,
And scale the mount of heav'n!

HYMN CXXIII.

Wond'rous pow'r of faithful pray'r! What tongue can tell th' almighty grace? God's hands are bound or open are, As Mofes or Elijah prays:

Let Mofes in the Spirit groan,

And God cries out, "Let me alone!"

2" Let me alone, that all my wrath
May rife, the wicked to confume!
"While Juftice hears thy praying faith,
"It cannot feal the finners doom:
"My Son is in my fervant's pray'r,
"And Jefus forces me to fpare."