6 This is the bond of perfectness, Thy spotlefs charity;
O let us ftill, we pray, poffefs
The mind that was in thee!
7 Grant this, and then from all below
Infenfibly remove;
Our fouls their change fhall fcarcely know,
Made perfect first in love.
8 With ease our fouls thro' death shall glide
Into their paradife;
And thence on wings of angels ride
Triumphant thro' the skies.
9 Yet when the fulleft joy is giv'n,
The fame delight we prove,
In earth, in paradife, in heav'n,
Our All in All is love.
HYMN CCVIII.
FATHER of our dying Lord,
Remember us for good, O fulfil his faithful word,
And hear his fpeaking blood?
Give us that for which he prays;
Father, glorify thy Son;
Shew his truth, and pow'r, and grace,
And fend the Promife down.
2 True and faithful Witnefs, thou,
O Chrift, the Spirit give!
Haft thou not receiv'd him now,
That we might now receive?
Art thou not our living Head?
Life to all thy limbs impart
Shed thy love, thy Spirit fhed
In ev'ry waiting heart.
3 Holy Ghoft, the Comforter,
The gift of Jefus come:
Glows our heart to find thee near,
And fwells to make thee room;
Prefent with us thee we feel,
Come, O come, and in us be!
With us, in us, live and dwell
To all eternity.
HYMN CCIX.
↑ Jesu, Lord, we look to thee,
Let us in thy name agree;
Shew thyfelf the Prince of Peace;
Bid our jars for ever cease.
2 By thy reconciling love,
Ev'ry ftumbling-block remove,
Each to each unite, endear,
Come and spread thy banner here!
3 Make us of one heart and mind,
Courteous, pitiful, and kind;
Lowly, meek in thought and word,
Altogether like our Lord.
4 Let us each for other care,
Each the other's burden bear;
To thy church the pattern give,
Shew how true believers live.
5 Free from anger and from pride,
Let us thus in God abide;
All the depths of love exprefs,
All the heights of holiness!
6 Let us then with joy remove
To the family above:
On the wings of angels fly;
Shew how true believers die.
HYMN CCX.
THOU God of truth and love,
We feek thy perfect way,
Ready thy choice t' approve,
Thy Providence t' obey,
Enter into thy wife defign,
And sweetly lofe our will in thine.
2 Why haft thou caft our lot
In the fame age and place?
And why together brought
To fee each other's face;
To join with fofteft fympathy,
And mix our friendly fouls in thee?
3 Didft thou not make us one,
That we might one remain,
Together travel on,
And bear each other's pain,
Till all thy utmost goodness prove,
And rife renew'd in perfect love?
4 Surely thou didst unite
Our kindred fpirits here,
That all hereafter might
Before thy throne appear;
Meet at the marriage of the Lamb,
And all thy glorious love proclaim.
5 Then let us ever bear
The bleffed end in view,
And join with mutual care,
To fight our paffage through ;
And kindly help each other on,
Till all receive the ftarry crown.
6 O may thy fpirit feal
Our fouls unto that day!
With all thy fulness fill,
And then tranfport away!
Away to our eternal reft,
Away to our Redeemer's breaft!
E, and let us fweetly join,
Chrift to praife in hymns divine!
Give we all, with one accord,
Glory to our common Lord,
Hands, and hearts, and voices raife,
Sing as in the ancient days;
Antedate the joys above,
Celebrate the feaft of love.
2 Strive we in affection ftrive:
Let the purer flame revive;
Such as in the martyrs glow'd,
Dying champions for their God:
We like thein may live and love;
Call'd we are their joys to prove;
Sav'd with them from future wrath;
Partners of like precious faith.
3 Sing we then in Jefu's name,
Now as yesterday the fame;
One in ev'ry time and place,
Full for all of truth and grace:
We for Chrift our Mafter ftand,
Lights in a benighted land;
We our Dying Lord confefs;
We are Jefu's witneffes.
4 Witneffes that Chrift hath dy'd;
We with him are crucify'd:
Chrift hath burft the bands of death;
We his quick'ning Spirit breathe;
Christ is now gone up on high;
Thither all our wishes fly:
Sits at God's right-hand above;
There with him we reign in love,
PART THE SECOND.
COME, thou high and lofty Lord;
Lowly, meek, incarnate Word;
Humbly ftoop to earth again;
Come, and vifit abject man!
Jefu, dear expected gueft,
Thou art bidden to the feaft:
For thyself our hearts prepare
Come, and fit, and banquet there.
2 Jefu, we thy promife claim;
We are met in thy great name;
In the midft do thou appear,
Manifeft thy prefence here;
Sanctify us, Lord, and blefs,
Breathe thy Spirit, give thy peace:
Thou thyself within us move;
Make our feaft a feaft of love.
3 Let the fruits of grace abound;
Let in us thy bowels found;
Faith, and love, and joy increafe;
Temperance and gentleness;
Plant in us thy humble mind,
Patient, pitiful, and kind:
Meek and lowly let us be,
Full of goodnefs, full of thee.
4 Make us all in thee complete;
Make us all for glory meet;
Meet t' appear before thy fight,
Partners with the faints in light;
Call, O call us each by name,
To the marriage of the Lamb:
Let us lean upon thy breaft!
Love be there our endless feast!
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