The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley

They groan'd beneath the tyrant's chain,
Sin ruled them with an iron rod,
The suffering abjects howl'd for pain,
They groan'd, but durst not groan to God.

The' oppressors with insulting boast
My truth and saving power contemn'd;
My worship and My praise was lost,
My name was every day blasphemed.

For this My jealousy is stirr'd,
And shall a great deliverance show;
My people shall confess their Lord,
My faithfulness and mercy know.

Surely they all shall know My name,
They all My attributes shall prove;
I am what I am call'd; I am
Justice, and Truth, and Power, and Love.

PART II.

How beautiful His feet appear,
High on the mountain-tops, who brings
Glad tidings of salvation near,
Salvation from the King of kings!

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Who publishes the joyful sound,
Proclaims a peace 'twixt earth and heaven,
A ransom for the sinner found,
God reconciled and man forgiven.

That says to Israel's mournful race,—
Awake, arise, shake off thy chains,
Believe the word of Gospel grace,
Thy God, thy great Redeemer, reigns.

Thy watchmen shall the voice lift up,
Shall sing with gladsome melody,
Object of all their joy and hope,
When eye to eye their Lord they see.

Him eye to eye shall they behold,
Shall shout to see the Saviour come,
To save a world redeem'd of old,
To bring the weary captives home.

Break forth into joy, Your Comforter sing;
Ye sinners, employ Your all for your King;
Rejoice, ye waste places, Your Saviour proclaim,
Bestow all your praises And lives on His name.

For Jesus the Lord Hath comforted man,
The sinner restored, Nor suffer'd in vain;
To bring us to heaven When raised from our fall,
His life He hath given A ransom for all.

His arm He hath bared, His mercy and grace
Hath pardon prepared For all the lost race;
His absolute merit, Display'd in our sight,
We all may inherit And claim as our right.

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The Gentiles shall hear The life-giving call,
His grace shall appear And visit them all;
The common salvation To all doth belong,
To every nation, And people, and tongue.

PART III.

Depart, ye ransom'd souls, depart,
The house of bondage quit; be clean:
Call'd to be saints, be pure in heart,
Abhor the loathsome touch of sin.

Vessels of mercy, sons of grace,
Be purged from every sinful stain;
Be like your Lord; His word embrace,
Nor bear His hallow'd name in vain.

For not as fugitives that try
By hasty flight to' escape the foe,
Ye from the power of sin shall fly,
But calmly in full triumph go.

The Lord shall in your front appear,
And lead the pompous triumph on;
His glory shall bring up the rear,
And perfect what His grace begun.

Behold the Servant of My grace,
My Son shall heavenly wisdom show,
Deal gently with the sin-sick race,
And minister My life below.

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His mighty arm, His high right-hand,
Still the pre-eminence shall have,
Shall bow the world to His command,
And magnify His power to save.

Vilest of all the sons of men
Him in His days of flesh they view'd,
His body mangled, torn with pain,
His visage marr'd with tears and blood.

The world on Him they doom'd to die
With fresh astonishment shall gaze,
Amazed their Saviour to descry,
O'erpower'd with His stupendous grace.

The suffering, sin-atoning God
Shall kindly raise them from their fall,
Sprinkle the nations with His blood,
And tell them He hath died for all.

The nations shall receive His word,
And kings to His command submit;
The lords of earth shall call Him Lord,
And lay their crowns before His feet.

Fountain of power, when He is near
The gods of earth are gods no more;
Poor guilty worms, they bow, they fear,
And fall, and silently adore.

Children of wrath and slaves of sin,
They now shall see their lost estate;
Shall see the blood that makes them clean,
The power that makes them truly great.

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Shall now, in Jesus taught to trust,
Accept the grace on all bestow'd,
This their best title and their boast,
Servants of Christ, and sons of God.

WRESTLING JACOB.

Come, O Thou Traveller unknown,
Whom still I hold, but cannot see,
My company before is gone,
And I am left alone with Thee;
With Thee all night I mean to stay,
And wrestle till the break of day.

I need not tell Thee who I am,
My misery or sin declare,
Thyself hast call'd me by my name,
Look on Thy hands, and read it there;
But who, I ask Thee, who art Thou?
Tell me Thy name, and tell me now.

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In vain Thou strugglest to get free,
I never will unloose my hold;
Art thou the Man that died for me?
The secret of Thy love unfold;
Wrestling I will not let Thee go
Till I Thy name, Thy nature know.

Wilt Thou not yet to me reveal
Thy new, unutterable name?
Tell me, I still beseech Thee, tell;
To know it now resolved I am;
Wrestling I will not let Thee go
Till I Thy name, Thy nature know.

'Tis all in vain to hold Thy tongue,
Or touch the hollow of my thigh;
Though every sinew be unstrung,
Out of my arms Thou shalt not fly;
Wrestling I will not let Thee go
Till I Thy name, Thy nature know.

What though my shrinking flesh complain,
And murmur to contend so long,
I rise superior to my pain,
When I am weak then I am strong;
And when my all of strength shall fail,
I shall with the God-man prevail.

My strength is gone, my nature dies,
I sink beneath Thy weighty hand,
Faint to revive, and fall to rise;
I fall, and yet by faith I stand,
I stand, and will not let Thee go,
Till I Thy name, Thy nature know.

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Yield to me now; for I am weak,
But confident in self-despair:
Speak to my heart, in blessings speak,
Be conquer'd by my instant prayer;
Speak, or Thou never hence shalt move,
And tell me if Thy name is Love.

'Tis Love! 'tis Love! Thou diedst for me;
I hear Thy whisper in my heart:
The morning breaks, the shadows flee:
Pure Universal Love Thou art;
To me, to all Thy bowels move;
Thy nature, and Thy name is Love.

My prayer hath power with God; the grace
Unspeakable I now receive,
Through faith I see Thee face to face;
I see Thee face to face, and live:
In vain I have not wept and strove;
Thy nature, and Thy name is Love.

I know Thee, Saviour, who Thou art,
Jesus, the feeble sinner's Friend;
Nor wilt Thou with the night depart,
But stay, and love me to the end;
Thy mercies never shall remove;
Thy nature, and Thy name is Love.

The Sun of Righteousness on me
Hath rose with healing in His wings;
Wither'd my nature's strength, from Thee
My soul its life and succour brings;
My help is all laid up above;
Thy nature, and Thy name is Love.

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Contented now upon my thigh
I halt, till life's short journey end;
All helplessness, all weakness, I
On Thee alone for strength depend,
Nor have I power from Thee to move;
Thy nature, and Thy name is Love.

Lame as I am, I take the prey,
Hell, earth, and sin with ease o'ercome;
I leap for joy, pursue my way,
And as a bounding hart fly home,
Through all eternity to prove,
Thy nature, and Thy name is Love.

A THANKSGIVING.

O what shall I do, My Saviour to praise,
So faithful and true, So plenteous in grace;
So strong to deliver, So good to redeem
The weakest believer That hangs upon Him!

How happy the man Whose heart is set free,
The people that can Be joyful in Thee!
Their joy is to walk in The light of Thy face,
And still they are talking Of Jesus's grace.

Their daily delight Shall be in Thy name,
They shall as their right Thy righteousness claim:
Thy righteousness wearing, And cleansed by Thy blood,
Bold shall they appear in The presence of God.

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For Thou art their boast, Their glory and power;
And I also trust To see the glad hour,
My soul's new creation, A life from the dead,
The day of salvation That lifts up my head.

For Jesus my Lord Is now my defence,
I trust in His word, None plucks me from thence:
Since I have found favour He all things will do,
My King and my Saviour Shall make me anew.

Yes, Lord, I shall see The bliss of Thine own,
Thy secret to me Shall soon be made known,
For sorrow and sadness I joy shall receive,
And share in the gladness Of all that believe.

ANOTHER.

[O heavenly King, Look down from above]

O heavenly King, Look down from above,
Assist us to sing Thy mercy and love;
So sweetly o'erflowing, So plenteous the store,
Thou still art bestowing And giving us more.

O God of our life, We hallow Thy name;
Our business and strife Is Thee to proclaim;
Accept our thanksgiving For creating grace,
The living, the living Shall show forth Thy praise.

Our Father and Lord, Almighty art Thou;
Preserved by Thy word, We worship Thee now,
The bountiful Donor Of all we enjoy;
Our tongues to Thine honour And lives we employ.

But O, above all Thy kindness we praise,
From sin and from thrall Which saves the lost race;
Thy Son Thou hast given A world to redeem,
And bring us to heaven Whose trust is in Him.

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Wherefore of Thy love We sing and rejoice,
With angels above We lift up our voice;
Thy love each believer Shall gladly adore,
For ever and ever, When time is no more.

ANOTHER.

[My Father, my God, I long for Thy love]

My Father, my God, I long for Thy love;
O shed it abroad, Send Christ from above;
My heart ever fainting He only can cheer,
And all things are wanting Till Jesus is there.

O when shall my tongue Be fill'd with Thy praise,
While all the day long I publish Thy grace,
Thy honour and glory To sinners forth show,
Till sinners adore Thee, And own Thou art true!

Thy strength and Thy power I now can proclaim,
Preserved every hour Through Jesus's name;
For Thou art still by me, And holdest my hand;
No ill can come nigh me, By faith while I stand.

My God is my guide, Thy mercies abound,
On every side They compass me round;
Thou savest me from sickness, From sin dost retrieve,
And strengthen my weakness, And bid me believe.

Thou holdest my soul In spiritual life,
My foes dost control And quiet their strife;
Thou rulest my passion, My pride and self-will;
To see Thy salvation Thou bidd'st me “Stand still!”

I stand and admire Thine outstretched arm,
I walk through the fire And suffer no harm;
Assaulted by evil, I scorn to submit,
The world and the devil Fall under my feet.

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I wrestle not now, But trample on sin,
For with me art Thou, And shalt be within,
While, stronger and stronger In Jesus's power,
I go on to conquer, Till sin is no more.

HYMN TO THE TRINITY.

God of unexhausted grace,
Of everlasting love,
Overpower'd before Thy face
I fall, and dare not move.
What hast Thou for sinners done,
For so poor a worm as me?
Thou hast given Thine only Son,
To bring us back to Thee.

Suffering, sin-atoning God,
Thy hallow'd name I bless;
Jesus, lavish of Thy blood
To buy the sinner's peace,
Gushing from Thy sacred veins
Let it now my soul o'erflow,
Purge out all my sinful stains,
And wash me white as snow.

Holy Ghost, set to Thy seal,
The life of Jesus breathe;
The deep things of God reveal,
Apply my Saviour's death:
With the Father and the Son
Soon as one in Thee I am,
All my nature shall make known
The glories of the Lamb.

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Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
Thy Godhead we adore,
Join with the triumphant host
Who praise Thee evermore;
Live, by heaven and earth adored,
Three in One, and One in Three,
Holy, holy, holy Lord,
All glory be to Thee!

ON HIS BIRTHDAY.

Oft have I cursed my natal day,
While struggling in the legal strife,
And wish'd for wings to fly away,
And murmur'd to be held in life:
But O, my blasphemies are o'er,
I curse my day, my God, no more.

His grace, which I abused so long,
Hath this and all my sins forgiven;
I now have learnt a better song,
I cheerfully look up to heaven,
With joy upon my head return,
And bless the day that I was born.

How could I, Lord, Thy goodness grieve?
How could I do Thee such despite?
At last I thankfully receive
The gift of Thy continued light;
No longer I Thy favours spurn,
But bless the day that I was born.

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Fountain of life and all my joy,
Jesu, Thy mercies I embrace;
The breath Thou givest for Thee employ,
And wait to taste Thy perfect grace;
No more forsaken and forlorn,
I bless the day that I was born.

Since first I felt by grace removed
My sin's intolerable load,
Long in the wilderness I roved,
And groan'd to live without my God;
I cannot now as hopeless mourn,
But bless the day that I was born.

The tyranny of sin is past;
And though the carnal mind remains,
My guiltless soul on Thee is cast,
I neither hug, nor bite my chains;
Prisoner of hope, to Thee I turn,
And bless the day that I was born.

Preserved through faith by power Divine,
A miracle of grace I stand,
I prove the strength of Jesus mine:
Jesus, upheld by Thy right hand,
Though in my flesh I feel the thorn,
I bless the day that I was born.

Weary of life through inbred sin
I was, but now defy its power;
When as a flood the foe comes in,
My soul is more than conqueror,
I tread him down with holy scorn,
And bless the day that I was born.

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Born from above, I soon shall praise
Thy goodness with a thankful tongue,
Record the victory of Thy grace,
And teach a listening world the song,
While many, whom to Thee I turn,
Shall bless the day that I was born.

Come, Lord, and make me pure within,
O let me now be born of God,
Live to declare I cannot sin!
Or if I seal the truth with blood,
My soul, from out the body torn,
Shall bless the day that I was born.

JOB XIX. 25.

I know that my Redeemer lives;
He lives, and on the earth shall stand,
And though to worms my flesh He gives
My dust lies number'd in His hand.

In this reanimated clay
I surely shall behold Him near,
Shall see Him at the latter day
In all His majesty appear.

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I feel what then shall raise me up,
The' Eternal Spirit lives in me;
This is my confidence of hope
That God I face to face shall see.

Mine own and not another's eyes
The King shall in His beauty view,
I shall from Him receive the prize,
And wear the crown to victors due.

A FUNERAL HYMN.

(Used first for Mrs. Elizabeth Hooper.)

Come, to the house of mourning come,
The house of serious, solemn joy;
Let us, till all are taken home,
Our lives in songs of praise employ.

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Accomplish'd is our sister's strife,
Her happier soul is gone before,
Her struggle for eternal life,
Her glorious agony, is o'er.

The captive exile is released,
Is with her Lord in paradise,
Of perfect paradise possest,
And waiting for the heavenly prize.

In her no spot of sin remain'd,
To shake her confidence in God;
The victory here she more than gain'd,
Triumphant through her Saviour's blood.

She now the fight of faith hath fought,
Finish'd and won the Christian race;
She found on earth the Lord she sought,
And now beholds Him face to face.

She died in sure and steadfast hope,
By Jesus wholly sanctified;
Her perfect spirit she gave up,
And sunk into His arms, and died.

Thus may we all our parting breath
Into the Saviour's hands resign:
O Jesu, let me die her death,
And let her latter end be mine!

ANOTHER.

[Draw near, ye strangers to our God]

Draw near, ye strangers to our God,
And taste with us the heavenly powers;
O that His love were shed abroad!
O that your hearts were all like ours!

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Come, see how Christians wail their dead;
Come, share in our mysterious bliss;
On Satan, sin, and death to tread,
O what an happiness is this!

Though once ye intermeddled not
With the strange madness of our joys,
Ye all may be to Eden brought,
And heighten our triumphant noise.

With tears of joy our eyes o'erflow,
At parting with our dearest friend;
From us we gladly let her go
To pleasures that shall never end.

We know in whom we have believed,
Our faith in Jesus is not vain;
To all who have their Lord received
To live is Christ, to die is gain.

Our sister's flesh shall turn to dust,
Her sacred dust in hope shall sleep,
The temple of the Holy Ghost
The still indwelling God shall keep.

Triumphantly she laid it down,
For time to waste, and worms devour;
In weakness and dishonour sown,
Till raised in glory and in power.

A body natural it lies,
A lifeless lump of mouldering clay;
But spiritual it soon shall rise,
No more to perish or decay.

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This corruptible body soon
Shall all incorruptible be,
This mortal quickly shall put on
Its robes of immortality.

The terrible, all-conquering king
Shall then a final period have:
Say then, O death, where is thy sting?
Where is thy victory, O grave?

The sting of death, our sin, is gone,
Scatter'd are all our guilty fears;
Thanks be to God, through Christ alone,
Who makes us more than conquerors.

God only doth the victory give;
He shall our glorious flesh restore,
His many sons to heaven receive,
Where time and death shall be no more.

ANOTHER.

[Let the world lament their dead]

1 Thessalonians iv. 13, &c.

Let the world lament their dead,
As sorrowing without hope;
When a friend of ours is freed,
We cheerfully look up,
Cannot murmur or complain,
For our dead we cannot grieve;
Death to them, to us, is gain;
In Jesus we believe.

We believe that Christ our Head
For us resign'd His breath,
He was number'd with the dead,
And dying conquer'd death;

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Burst the barriers of the tomb;
Death could Him no longer keep:
He is the Firstfruits become
Of those in Him that sleep.

God, who Him to life restored,
Shall all His members raise,
Bring them quicken'd with their Lord,
The children of His grace.
We who then on earth remain
Shall not sooner be brought home;
All the dead shall rise again
To meet the general doom.

Jesus, faithful to His word,
Shall with a shout descend;
All heaven's host their glorious Lord
Shall pompously attend;
Christ shall come with dreadful noise,
Lightnings swift, and thunders loud,
With the great archangel's voice,
And with the trump of God.

First the dead in Christ shall rise;
Then we who yet remain
Shall be caught up to the skies,
And see our Lord again;
We shall meet Him in the air,
All wrapt up to heaven shall be,
Find, and love, and praise Him there
To all eternity.

Who can tell the happiness
This glorious hope affords!
Joy unutter'd we possess
In these reviving words:

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Happy while on earth we breathe,
Mightier bliss ordain'd to know,
Trampling down sin, hell, and death,
To the third heaven we go.

ANOTHER.

[Blessing, honour, thanks, and praise]

Blessing, honour, thanks, and praise,
Pay we, gracious God, to Thee;
Thou in Thine abundant grace
Givest us the victory:
True and faithful to Thy word,
Thou hast glorified Thy Son;
Jesus Christ, our dying Lord,
He for us the fight hath won.

Lo! the prisoner is released;
Lighten'd of his fleshly load,
Where the weary are at rest
He is gather'd into God!
Lo! the pain of life is past,
All his warfare now is o'er,
Death and hell behind are cast,
Grief and suffering are no more.

Yes, the Christian's course is run,
Ended is the glorious strife,
Fought the fight, the work is done,
Death is swallow'd up of life;
Borne by angels on their wings,
Far from earth the spirit flies,
Finds his God, and sits and sings
Triumphing in paradise.

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Join we then with one accord
In the new, the joyful song;
Absent from our loving Lord
We shall not continue long:
We shall quit the house of clay,
We a better lot shall share,
We shall see the realms of day,
Meet our happy brother there!

Let the world bewail their dead,
Fondly of their loss complain;
Brother, friend, by Jesus freed,
Death to thee, to us, is gain;
Thou art enter'd into joy:
Let the unbelievers mourn,
We in songs our lives employ,
Till we all to God return.

ANOTHER.

[Hark, a voice divides the sky!]

Hark, a voice divides the sky!
Happy are the faithful dead;
In the Lord who sweetly die,
They from all their toils are freed.
Them the Spirit hath declared
Blest, unutterably blest;
Jesus is their great Reward,
Jesus is their endless Rest.

Follow'd by their works they go
Where their Head had gone before,
Reconciled by grace below;
Grace had open'd mercy's door:

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Justified through faith alone,
Here they knew their sins forgiven,
Here they laid their burden down,
Hallow'd, and made fit for heaven.

Who can now lament the lot
Of a saint in Christ deceased?
Let the world, who know us not,
Call us hopeless and unbless'd:
When from flesh the spirit freed
Hastens homeward to return,
Mortals cry, “A man is dead!”
Angels sing, “A child is born!”

Born into the world above,
They our happy brother greet,
Bear him to the throne of love,
Place him at the Saviour's feet:
Jesus smiles, and says, “Well done,
Good and faithful servant thou,
Enter and receive Thy crown,
Reign with Me triumphant now.”

Angels catch the' approving sound,
Bow, and bless the just award,
Hail the heir with glory crown'd,
Now rejoicing with his Lord;
Fuller joys ordain'd to know,
Waiting for the general doom,
When the' archangel's trump shall blow,
“Rise, ye dead, to judgment come.”

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AFTER THE FUNERAL.

Come, let us who in Christ believe
With saints and angels join,
Glory, and praise, and blessing give,
And thanks, to Love Divine.

Our friend in sure and certain hope
Hath laid his body down;
He knew that Christ shall raise him up,
And give the starry crown.

To all who His appearing love
He opens paradise;
And we shall join the hosts above,
And we shall grasp the prize.

Then let us wait to see the day,
To hear the joyful word,
To answer, Lo! we come away,
We die to meet our Lord.

A MIDNIGHT HYMN.

Hearken to the solemn voice,
The awful midnight cry,
Waiting souls, rejoice, rejoice,
And see the Bridegroom nigh:
Lo! He comes to keep His word;
Light and joy His looks impart;
Go ye forth to meet your Lord,
And meet Him in your heart.

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Ye who faint beneath the load
Of sin, your heads lift up;
See your dear redeeming God,
He comes, and bids you hope:
In the midnight of your grief,
Jesus doth His mourners cheer,
Now He brings you sure relief;
Believe, and feel Him here.

Ye whose loins art girt, stand forth!
Whose lamps are burning bright,
Worthy, in your Saviour's worth,
To walk with Christ in light:
Jesus bids your hearts be clean,
Bids you all His promise prove;
Jesus comes to cast out sin,
And perfect you in love.

Happiest souls, (if such are here,)
Who have attain'd the prize,
Wait ye till your Lord appear,
Descending from the skies:
Still forget the things behind,
Toward your thrones of glory press;
Stop not, till above ye find
The crown of righteousness.

Wait we all in patient hope,
Till Christ, the Judge, shall come;
We shall soon be all caught up
To meet the general doom:
In an hour to us unknown,
As a thief in deepest night,
Christ shall suddenly come down
With all His saints in light.

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Happy he whom Christ shall find
Watching to see Him come;
Him the Judge of all mankind
Shall bear triumphant home:
Who can answer to His word?
Which of you dares meet His day?
Rise, and come to judgment!—Lord,
I rise, and come away!

ANOTHER.

[Oft have we pass'd the guilty night]

Oft have we pass'd the guilty night
In revellings and frantic mirth;
The creature was our sole delight,
Our happiness the things of earth;
But O! suffice the season past,
We choose the better part at last.

We will not close our wakeful eyes,
We will not let our eyelids sleep,
But humbly lift them to the skies,
And all a solemn vigil keep:
So many nights on sin bestow'd,
Can we not watch one hour for God?

We can, dear Jesu, for Thy sake,
Devote our every hour to Thee:
Speak but the word, our souls shall wake,
And sing with cheerful melody;
Thy praise shall our glad tongues employ,
And every heart shall dance for joy.

Dear Object of our faith and love,
We listen for Thy welcome voice;
Our persons and our works approve,
And bid us in Thy strength rejoice:

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Now let us hear the midnight cry,
And shout to find the Bridegroom nigh.

Shout in the midst of us, O King
Of saints, and let our joys abound;
Let us rejoice, give thanks, and sing,
And triumph in redemption found:
We ask for every waiting soul;
O let our glorious joy be full!

O may we all triumphant rise!
With joy upon our heads return,
And, far above these nether skies
By Thee on eagles' wings upborne,
Through all yon radiant circles move,
And gain the highest heaven of love!

LORD, WHAT IS MAN?

Father of uncreated light,
Fountain of life, and Source of power,
We tremble at Thy glory's height,
And, lost in silent praise, adore.

Truly Thou art a secret God,
That hid'st Thee in the deepest shade;
Thy inaccessible abode
Thou hast in cloud and darkness made.

Darkness and clouds surround Thy throne,
And veil the brightness of Thy face;
Still we revere a God unknown,
A bottomless abyss of grace.

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Who, who can all Thy counsel see,
Thine uttermost perfection prove,
Fathom the depths of Deity,
The mystery of redeeming love!

Yet hast Thou in the Gospel glass
The beamings of Thy glory shown;
Before us made Thy goodness pass,
And strongly stamp'd it on Thy Son.

Thy judgments all our thoughts transcend,
Thy love is written on our heart,
Thy love in part we comprehend,
Love, only love, we know Thou art.

Angels, behold the bleeding Lamb,
Your God for guilty sinners slain,
Confess the power of Jesu's name;
Angels, bow down, and worship Man.

See where enthroned in Christ we sit,
We, who the ransom'd nature share!
Hell, earth, and heaven to man submit,
To me; for I in Christ am there!

Amazing height of Jesu's love!
Lord, what is man's distinguish'd race,
Exalted in Thy flesh above,
The angels that behold Thy face!

O when shall all Thy members rise,
To perfect life in Thee restored,
Caught up to meet Thee in the skies
And be for ever with the Lord!

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Who now our scanty offerings bring,
And praise Thee with a stammering tongue,
We soon triumphantly shall sing
The new, the everlasting song.

Come, Lord, we groan to see Thy day!
Come, Son of Man, with glory crown'd!
The banner of Thy cross display;
Descend, and bid the trumpet sound!

LUKE XII. 50.

“I have a baptism to be baptized with; and how am I straitened till it be accomplished!”

An inward baptism, Lord, of fire,
Wherewith to be baptized, I have;
'Tis all my longing soul's desire;
This, only this, my soul can save.

Straiten'd I am till this be done:
Kindle in me the living flame,
Father, in me reveal Thy Son,
Baptize me into Jesu's name.

Transform my nature into Thine,
Let all my powers Thine impress feel,
Let all my soul become Divine,
And stamp me with Thy Spirit's seal.

Deferr'd my hope, and sick my heart,
O when shall I Thy promise prove,
Set to my seal that true Thou art,
Thy nature, and Thy name is Love!

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Love, mighty Love, my heart o'erpower;
Ah! why dost Thou so long delay?
Cut short the work, bring near the hour,
And let me see Thy perfect day.

Behold, for Thee I ever wait,
Now let in me Thine image shine;
Now the new heavens and earth create,
And plant with righteousness Divine.

If with the wretched sons of men
It still be Thy delight to live,
Come, Lord, beget my soul again,
Thyself, Thy quickening Spirit give.

With me He dwells, and bids Thee come;
Answer Thine own effectual prayer,
Enter my heart, and fix Thine home,
Thine everlasting presence there.

THE GOOD FIGHT.

[1 Timothy vi. 12.]

Omnipotent Lord, My Saviour and King,
Thy succour afford, Thy righteousness bring;
Thy promises bind Thee Compassion to have;
Now, now let me find Thee Almighty to save.

Rejoicing in hope, And patient in grief,
To Thee I look up For certain relief;
I fear no denial, No danger I fear,
Nor start from the trial, While Jesus is near.

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I every hour In jeopardy stand;
But Thou art my power, And holdest my hand;
While yet I am calling Thy succour I feel,
It saves me from falling, Or plucks me from hell.

O who can explain This struggle for life,
This travail and pain, This trembling and strife?
Plague, earthquake, and famine, And tumult, and war
The wonderful coming Of Jesus declare.

For every fight Is dreadful and loud,
The warrior's delight Is slaughter and blood,
His foes overturning Till all shall expire;
But this is with burning, And fuel of fire.

Yet God is above Men, devils, and sin;
My Jesus's love The battle shall win;
So terribly glorious His coming shall be,
His love all-victorious Shall conquer for me.

He all shall break through; His truth and His grace
Shall bring me into The plentiful place:
Through much tribulation, Through water and fire,
Through floods of temptation And flames of desire.

On Jesus, my power, Till then I rely,
All evil before His presence shall fly:
When I have my Saviour, My sin shall depart,
And Jesus for ever Shall reign in my heart.

HABAKKUK III. 17, 18, 19.

Away, my unbelieving fear!
Fear shall in me no more have place:
My Saviour doth not yet appear,
He hides the brightness of His face;

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But shall I therefore let Him go,
And basely to the tempter yield?
No, in the strength of Jesus, no!
I never will give up my shield.

Although the vine its fruit deny,
Although the olive yield no oil,
The withering fig-tree droop and die,
The field elude the tiller's toil,
The empty stall no herd afford,
And perish all the bleating race;
Yet will I triumph in the Lord,
The God of my salvation praise.

Barren although my soul remain,
And no one bud of grace appear,
No fruit of all my toil and pain,
But sin and only sin is here;
Although, my gifts and comforts lost,
My blooming hopes cut off I see,
Yet will I in my Saviour trust,
And glory that He died for me.

In hope, believing against hope,
Jesus my Lord and God I claim;
Jesus my Strength shall lift me up,
Salvation is in Jesu's name:
To me He soon shall bring it nigh;
My soul shall then outstrip the wind,
On wings of love mount up on high,
And leave the world and sin behind.

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AFTER A RELAPSE INTO SIN.

God of my salvation, hear,
And help me to believe;
Simply do I now draw near,
Thy blessing to receive:
Full of guilt, alas! I am,
But to Thy wounds for refuge flee;
Friend of sinners, spotless Lamb,
Thy blood was shed for me.

Standing now as newly slain,
To Thee I lift mine eye;
Balm of all my grief and pain,
Thy blood is always nigh:
Now as yesterday the same
Thou art, and wilt for ever be:
Friend of sinners, &c.

Full of truth and grace Thou art,
And here is all my hope:
False and foul as hell, my heart
To Thee I offer up;
Thou wast given to redeem
My soul from all iniquity:
Friend of sinners, &c.

Nothing have I, Lord, to pay,
Nor can Thy grace procure;
Empty send me not away,
For I, Thou know'st, am poor:
Dust and ashes is my name,
My all is sin and misery:
Friend of sinners, &c.

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Without money, without price,
I come Thy love to buy;
From myself I turn my eyes,
The chief of sinners, I:
Take, O take me as I am,
And let me lose myself in Thee:
Friend of sinners, &c.

No good work, or word, or thought
Bring I to gain Thy grace;
Pardon I accept unbought,
Thy proffer I embrace,
Coming as at first I came
To take, and not bestow on Thee:
Friend of sinners, &c.

Jesu, unto Thee my sin
I quietly confess,
Till Thy blood shall wash me clean
From all unrighteousness,
From the slightest touch of blame
My spirit, soul, and body free:
Friend of sinners, &c.

Saviour, from Thy wounded side
I never will depart;
Here will I my spirit hide
When I am pure in heart:
Till my place above I claim,
This only shall be all my plea,—
Friend of sinners, spotless Lamb,
Thy blood was shed for me.

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ANOTHER.

[Long have I labour'd in the fire]

Long have I labour'd in the fire,
And spent my life for nought;
With pride, and anger, and desire,
In nature's strength I fought.

Baffled, I still my foes defied,
And rose with courage new;
All which the Lord commands, I cried,
I now resolve to do.

But O, how soon from glory driven
Down to profoundest hell!
As Lucifer cast down from heaven,
From all my hopes I fell.

I fell, and sunk in self-despair
I gave up all at last;
On Jesus then I cast my care,
On Him my anchor cast.

With sin I strove, alas! too long;
But now I to the Lamb
Look, and am saved; in weakness strong,
While arm'd with Jesu's name.

Jesu, to Thee I now can fly,
On whom my help is laid;
Oppress'd by sins, I lift mine eye,
And see the shadows fade.

Soon as I find myself forsook,
The grace again is given;
A sigh will reach Thy heart, a look
Will bring Thee down from heaven.

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Believing on my Lord, I find
A sure and present aid;
On Thee alone my constant mind
Is every moment stayed.

Whate'er in me seems wise, or good,
Or strong, I here disclaim;
I wash my garments in the blood
Of the atoning Lamb.

Jesus, my Strength, my Life, my Rest,
On Thee will I depend,
Till summon'd to the marriage-feast,
Where faith in sight shall end.

IN DOUBT.

My Father, O my Father, hear
Thy weakest child's imperfect call!
Now as a servant I appear,
And yet Thou know'st me heir of all:
O make me know as I am known;
Speak, Father; am I not Thy son?

Allured by unresisted grace,
Thy footsteps why did I pursue?
Why did I ever seek Thy face?
What secret power my spirit drew
After I knew not whom to run?
Speak, Father; am I not Thy son?

From whom have all my blessings flow'd?
Who gave me these enlarged desires?
Who made me restless after God,
And burnt me up with inward fires?

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O let the Author now be shown,
Speak, Father; am I not Thy Son?

Who held my fleeting soul in life,
And turn'd aside the fatal hour?
Who, when I oft gave o'er the strife,
Preserved me from the adverse power,
Removed the death I would not shun?
Speak, Father; am I not Thy son?

When twice ten thousand times I fell,
Who was it raised the sinner up,
The sinner sinking into hell?
How came I by this spark of hope?
Who quicken'd me, a lifeless stone?
Speak, Father; am I not Thy son?

If Thou didst see me in my blood,
And bid the dying sinner live,
If freely I am counted good,
O let me all Thy life receive,
O do not leave Thy work undone:
Speak, Father; am I not Thy son?

Led through the howling wilderness,
If now I view the promised land,
Here let my weary wanderings cease;
Divide the waves with Thy right hand,
Bid me through Jordan's stream go on:
Speak, Father; am I not Thy son?

Or if in my forlorn estate
Thy will appoints me to remain,
Behold me still content to wait
In doubt and fear, in grief and pain;

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Only, when all my hope is gone,
Speak, Father; am I not Thy son?

Alas! I know not how to pray,
But all my wants are known to Thee;
Father, instruct me what to say,
Or intercede Thyself for me:
Then hearken to Thy Spirit's groan:
Speak, Father; am I not Thy son?

If now the bowels of Thy love
Yearn over such a worm as me,
Send down Thy Spirit from above,
And make me clean, and set me free;
The promised Comforter send down:
Speak, Father; am I not Thy son?

If now Thou knockest at my heart,
Now open to Thyself the door;
The gift unspeakable impart,
The kingdom to my soul restore;
Call home, call home Thy banish'd one:
Speak, Father; am I not Thy son?

Hast Thou not made me willing, Lord?
Do I not now my sins confess?
Be just and faithful to Thy word,
Cleanse me from all unrighteousness;
Finish the work Thou hast begun:
Speak, Father; am I not Thy son?

Hath not my Saviour died to make
The child of wrath a child of God?
Hast Thou not pardon'd for His sake
The soul for which He shed His blood?

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And died He not for me to' atone?
Speak, Father; am I not Thy son?

I cannot rest, till pure within:
Though He hath wash'd away my stain
Removed the guilt and power of sin,
Yet while the carnal mind remains
I still must make my ceaseless moan:
Speak, Father; am I not Thy son?

Or if my endless groans and sighs
Thy kind compassion cannot move,
Be deaf to all my prayers and cries,
But hear my Advocate above,
Hear Him who pleads before Thy throne,—
“Speak, Father; is he not Thy son?”

ISAIAH XXXII. 2.

“And a man shall be as an hiding-place from the wind, and a covert from the tempest: as rivers of water in a dry place, as the shadow of a great rock in a weary land.”

To the haven of Thy breast,
O Son of Man, I fly:
Be my refuge and my rest;
For O, the storm is high!
Save me from the furious blast,
A covert from the tempest be;
Hide me, Jesu, till o'erpast
The storm of sin I see.

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Welcome as the water-spring
To a dry, barren place,
O descend on me, and bring
Thy sweet refreshing grace;
O'er a parch'd and weary land
As a great rock extends its shade,
Hide me, Saviour, with Thy hand,
And screen my naked head.

In the time of my distress
Thou hast my succour been,
In my utter helplessness
Restraining me from sin;
O how swiftly didst Thou move
To save me in the trying hour!
Still protect me with Thy love,
And shield me with Thy power.

First and Last, in me perform
The work Thou hast begun,
Be my shelter from the storm,
My shadow from the sun;
Sprinkle still the mercy-seat,
And bring Thy Father's anger down;
Screen me, Jesu, from the heat
And terror of His frown.

Let Thy merit as a cloud
Still interpose between;
Plead the' atonement of Thy blood
Till I am cleansed from sin:
Weary, parch'd with thirst, and faint,
Till Thou the' abiding Spirit breathe,
Every moment, Lord, I want
The merit of Thy death.

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Never shall I want it less
When Thou the gift hast given,
Fill'd me with Thy righteousness,
And seal'd the heir of heaven;
I shall hang upon my God,
Till I Thy perfect glory see,
Till the sprinkling of Thy blood
Shall speak me up to Thee.

A POOR SINNER.

Jesu, my Strength, my Hope,
On Thee I cast my care;
With humble confidence look up,
And know Thou hear'st my prayer.
Give me on Thee to wait
Till I can all things do,
On Thee, almighty to create,
Almighty to renew.

I rest upon Thy word,
The promise is for me;
My succour and salvation, Lord,
Shall surely come from Thee.
But let me still abide,
Nor from my Hope remove,
Till Thou my patient spirit guide
Into Thy perfect love.

I want a sober mind,
A self-renouncing will,
That tramples down and casts behind
The baits of pleasing ill;

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A soul inured to pain,
To hardship, grief, and loss;
Bold to take up, firm to sustain,
The consecrated cross.

I want a godly fear,
A quick-discerning eye,
That looks to Thee when sin is near,
And sees the tempter fly;
A spirit still prepared,
And arm'd with jealous care,
For ever standing on its guard,
And watching unto prayer.

I want an heart to pray,
To pray and never cease;
Never to murmur at Thy stay,
Or wish my sufferings less.
This blessing above all,
Always to pray, I want,
Out of the deep on Thee to call,
And never, never faint.

I want a true regard,
A single steady aim
(Unmoved by threatening or reward)
To Thee and Thy great name;
A jealous, just concern
For Thine immortal praise,
A pure desire that all may learn
And glorify Thy grace.

I want with all my heart
Thy pleasure to fulfil,
To know myself, and what Thou art,
And what Thy perfect will.

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I want I know not what,
I want my wants to see,
I want,—alas! what want I not,
When Thou art not in me!

A PRAYER FOR HUMILITY.

O my Father and my God,
Look upon Thine helpless child!
Thou hast laid aside Thy rod,
Thou in Christ art reconciled:
Hear me then, my Father, hear,
Good and gracious as Thou art,
Fill me with an holy fear,
Give me, Lord, an humble heart.

O! 'tis all I want below,
Jesus and myself to feel;
Only sin and grace to know,
All the good and all the ill.
Show me, Father, what I am;
Show me what in Christ Thou art,
All my glory, all my shame;
Give me, Lord, an humble heart.

Listen to my ceaseless cries;
Mean and little may I be,
Base and vile in my own eyes,
Grieved at my own misery.
Show, and then my sickness cure;
Make me know as I am known,
Wound my spirit, make me poor,
Break, O break this heart of stone.

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Dust and ashes is my name;
Sinful dust and ashes, I
Back return from whence I came,
Earth to earth I sink, and die.
Abject I, yet haughty too,
Nothing of my own possess,
Nothing of myself can do,
Proud of sin and proud of grace.

O the curse, the plague I feel,
By the demon Pride pursued!
Proud to see I merit hell,
Proud I am that God is good,
Proud that Thou my works hast wrought,
Proud that I was justified,
Proud in every word and thought;
All my fallen soul is pride.

My own glory still I seek,
Still I covet human praise,
Still in all I do, or speak,
Thee I wrong, and rob Thy grace;
Nature will usurp a share,
Fondly of Thy graces boast,
Needlessly Thy gifts declare,
Needlessly declared and lost.

And must that which is so good
Evil prove to helpless me?
Poison shall I draw from food,
Sin from grace, and pride from Thee?
O forbid it, humble love;
Hide me, O my Father, hide;
Far away this snare remove,
Save me from the demon Pride.

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Wean my soul, and keep it low;
Do not with Thy gifts destroy;
Lowliness of heart bestow,
Give me this, or take my joy:
If with me Thou wilt not stay,
Let my comfort all depart;
Take my joy and peace away,
Leave me but an humble heart.

Father, hear; to Thee I cry,
Thee in Jesu's name conjure,
With my one request comply,
Make me humble, make me poor;
This of all Thy gifts impart:
When I am of this possest,
When Thou giv'st an humble heart,
If Thou canst, withhold the rest.

A THANKSGIVING.

Lord, and am I yet alive,
Not in torments, not in hell!
Still doth Thy good Spirit strive,
With the chief of sinners dwell!
Yes; I still lift up my eyes,
Will not of Thy love despair,
Still in spite of sin I rise,
Still to call Thee mine I dare.

O the length and breadth of love!
Jesu, Saviour, can it be?
All Thy mercy's height I prove,
All its depth is seen in me!

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O the miracle of grace!
Tell it out to sinners, tell;
Fiends, and men, and angels, gaze,
I am, I am out of hell!

Turn aside, a sight to' admire,
I the living wonder am!
See a bush that burns with fire,
Unconsumed amidst the flame!
See a stone that hangs in air!
See a spark in oceans dwell!
Kept alive, with death so near,
I am, I am out of hell!

FOR THE SPIRIT OF PRAYER.

Father, in the mighty name
Of Thy well-beloved Son,
One of all Thy gifts I claim,
All my wants I speak in one;
Let me for the promise stay,
Only give me power to pray.

Sensible delights on me,
Peace or joy, if Thou bestow,
Thankful I receive from Thee;
Or let all my comforts go,
Take Thine other gifts away,
Only give me power to pray.

See Thy poor afflicted child,
Patient and resign'd in pain;
Let me wander o'er the wild,
Never more will I complain;

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Here for ever let me stay,
Only give me power to pray.

Let the pangs that fill my breast
Fully all to Thee be known,
Griefs that cannot be exprest
Let me tell Thee in a groan;
Haste to help me, or delay,
Only give me power to pray.

Grant me comfort, or deny;
Visit, or from me depart:
Only let Thy Spirit cry,
Abba, Father, in my heart;
Abba, Father, would I say,
Only give me power to pray.

SUBMISSION.

When, my Saviour, shall I be
Perfectly resign'd to Thee!
Poor and vile in my own eyes,
Only in Thy wisdom wise;—
Only Thee content to know,
Ignorant of all below,
Only guided by Thy light,
Only mighty in Thy might.

Take my nature's strength away,
Every comfort, every stay,
Every hindrance of Thy love,
All my power to act or move;

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Fain I would be truly still,
Fain I would be without will,
Simple, innocent, and free,
Free from all that is not Thee.

Weaken, bring me down to nought,
Captivate my every thought;
Take the future from my view,
All Thy love intends to do;
Let me to Thy goodness leave
When and what Thou art to give:
All Thy works to Thee are known,
Let Thy blessed will be done.

Is it not enough that I
Now can “Abba, Father,” cry?
I am now a child of God,
Bought and sprinkled with Thy blood!
Lord, it doth not yet appear
What I surely shall be here,
When Thou shalt unfold the word:
Only make me as my Lord.

So I may Thy Spirit know,
Let Him as He listeth blow:
Let the manner be unknown,
So I may with Thee be one,
Fully in my life express
All the heights of holiness,
Sweetly in my spirit prove
All the depths of humble love.

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FOR A SICK FRIEND.

See, gracious Lord, with pitying eyes,
Beneath Thy hand a sufferer lies,
Thy mercy not Thine anger proves;
And sick he is whom Jesus loves.

His to Thine own afflictions join,
Accept, exalt, and count them Thine;
Thy passion which remains fulfil,
And suffer in Thy members still.

His sickness feel, endure his pain,
His burden bear, his cross sustain;
Grieve in his griefs, and sigh his sighs,
And breathe his wishes to the skies.

Enter his heart, possess him whole,
Inspire and actuate his soul;
Himself no longer let it be
That suffers, or that lives—but Thee.

Thyself, through sufferings perfect made,
Conform him thus to Thee his Head;
Refine, and raise his virtue higher,
When tried, and purified by fire.

So when his eyes behold Thee near,
And Thou, his hidden life, appear,
Bright in Thy likeness shall he shine,
And glorious all, and all Divine.

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AFTER A RECOVERY FROM SICKNESS.

Isaiah xxxviii. 17, 18, &c.

Glory to God, whose gracious power
Is in His creature's weakness show'd,
Who turns aside the mortal hour,
And bids me live to praise my God!

To praise my God I only live;
To Him my residue of days,
His own continued gift, I give;
I only live my God to praise.

In love and pity to my soul,
Thou, Lord, hast snatch'd me from the grave,
Thy powerful touch hath made me whole;
O, who can as my Saviour save?

Jesu, the Saviour of mankind,
How shall I magnify Thy grace,
Which cast my every sin behind,
And brought me to Thy Father's face!

Here I rejoice to bless Thy name,
Thy goodness here I live to see:
The grave cannot Thy praise proclaim,
The dead can call no souls to Thee.

The living, he shall praise Thy love;
The living, he Thy truth shall own,
As I this day delight to prove,
And make Thy faithful mercies known.

Let future times Thy name confess,
In which I sure salvation have,
And learn from me their God to bless,
So ready and so strong to save.

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The Lord hath saved my soul from death;
Then let us sing my grateful songs,
And render with our latest breath
The praise that to my Lord belongs.

RECEIVING A CHRISTIAN FRIEND.

Welcome friend, in that great name
Whence our every blessing flows,
Enter, and increase the flame
Which in all our bosoms glows.

Sent of God, we thee receive:
Hail the providential guest!
If in Jesus we believe,
Let us on His mercies feast.

Jesus is our common Lord,
He our loving Saviour is;
By His death to life restored,
Misery we exchange for bliss:

Bliss to carnal minds unknown,
O 'tis more than tongue can tell,
Only to believers known,
Glorious and unspeakable!

Christ, our Brother and our Friend,
Shows us His eternal love;
Never let our triumphs end,
Till we join the host above.

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Let us walk with Christ in white,
For our bridal day prepare,
For our partnership in light,
For our glorious meeting there!

THE SALUTATION.

Peace be on this house bestow'd,
Peace on all that here reside!
Let the unknown peace of God
With the man of peace abide!
Let the Spirit now come down,
Let the blessing now take place;
Son of peace, receive thy crown,
Fulness of the Gospel grace.

Christ, my Master and my Lord,
Let me Thy forerunner be;
O be mindful of Thy word,
Visit them, and visit me:
To this house, and all herein,
Now let Thy salvation come;
Save our souls from inbred sin,
Make them Thine eternal home.

Let us never, never rest
Till the promise is fulfill'd,
Till we are of Thee possest,
Wash'd, and sanctified, and seal'd:
Till we all, in love renew'd,
Find the pearl that Adam lost,
Temples of the living God,
Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

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Let us then sweet counsel take
How to make our calling sure,
Our election how to make
Past the reach of hell secure;
Build we each the other up,
Pray we for our faith's increase,
Lasting comfort, steadfast hope,
Solid joy, and settled peace.

More and more let love abound;
Never, never may we rest,
Till we are in Jesus found,
Of our paradise possest.
He removes the flaming sword,
Calls us back, from Eden driven;
To His image here restored,
Soon He takes us up to heaven.

Jesu, Lord, for this we wait,
Till Thine image we regain:
Wilt Thou not our souls create?
Saviour, shall our faith be vain?

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If we do in Thee believe,
Now the second gift impart,
Now the' abiding witness give,
Give us now the perfect heart.

Surely He will not delay
If we patiently endure,
Will not empty send away
Sinners hungry, mournful, poor.
Jesus wept, and still doth weep,
Human misery to behold,
Pities now His wandering sheep,
Longs to bring us to His fold.

“Children, have you aught to eat?”
(Kindly asks our careful God;)
Jesu's flesh indeed is meat,
Drink indeed is Jesu's blood:
Drink and eat, my well-beloved;
Lean, He cries, upon my breast,
Till ye all, from earth removed,
Share with Me the marriage-feast.

AT PARTING.

Blest be the dear, uniting love,
That will not let us part;
Our bodies may far off remove,
We still are join'd in heart.

Join'd in one Spirit to our Head,
Where He appoints we go,
And still in Jesu's footsteps tread,
And do His work below.

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O let us ever walk in Him,
And nothing know beside,
Nothing desire, nothing esteem,
But Jesus crucified.

Closer and closer let us cleave
To His beloved embrace;
Expect His fulness to receive,
And grace to answer grace.

While thus we walk with Christ in light,
Who shall our souls disjoin?
Souls, which Himself vouchsafes to' unite
In fellowship Divine!

We all are one who Him receive,
And each with each agree;
In Him the One, the Truth, we live,
Blest point of unity!

Partakers of the Saviour's grace,
The same in mind and heart,
Nor joy, nor grief, nor time, nor place,
Nor life, nor death can part:

But let us hasten to the day
Which shall our flesh restore,
When death shall all be done away,
And bodies part no more.

THE COMMENDATION.

Let the world lament and grieve
At parting with a friend;
Thee we back to Jesus give,
We cheerfully commend

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Thee to His preserving grace:
Go, in full assurance go!
Heavenward set thy steadfast face,
And only Jesus know.

Jesus, and Him crucified,
For ever bear in mind;
Shelter in His bleeding side
Be confident to find;
Let His truth and faithfulness
Still thy shield and buckler prove,
Keep thy soul in perfect peace
And everlasting love.

Love the dear atoning Lamb,
And us for Jesu's sake;
Let us each, in Jesu's name,
Of others mention make;
Present through the Spirit's prayer,
Absent when in flesh thou art;
To the throne of grace we bear,
We bear thee on our heart.

To the Source of all our good
Thy soul we now commend;
Jesu, sprinkle with Thy blood,
And love him to the end:
Faithfully on Thee we call,
Perfect him and us in one;
With us, by us, in us all
Thy only will be done.

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THOUGH ABSENT IN BODY, YET PRESENT IN SPIRIT.

Christ, our Head, and common Lord,
See the souls that wait on Thee;
Hear us all with one accord
Sweetly in Thy praise agree:
Parted though in flesh we are,
Join'd to Thee, our Corner-stone,
We are intimately near,
Present, and in spirit one.

Let us now to Thee aspire,
Who Thy life begin to know;
Let the circulating fire
Now in every bosom glow:
Let the incense of our vows
From Thy golden censer rise,
Fragrant through the higher house,
Well-accepted sacrifice.

Come, ye absent souls who love
Jesus with a simple heart;
Seek with us the things above,
Never from the work depart:
Never let us cease to sing
The great riches of His grace,
Till we all behold our King
Eye to eye, and face to face.

Quickly we shall all appear
At the judgment-seat above;
We shall see our Jesus near,
Him whom now unseen we love;

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We, His dear, peculiar ones,
Sharers of our Master's bliss,
We shall sit upon our thrones,
We shall see Him as He is.

Partners of this heavenly hope,
Travel on and meet us there;
We shall surely be caught up,
Meet the Saviour in the air:
Yes; eternity's at hand,
We shall soon be taken home,
With the Lamb on Sion stand—
Come, Desire of nations, come!

ENTERING INTO THE CONGREGATION.

Fountain of Life, to all below
Let Thy salvation roll;
Water, replenish, and o'erflow
Every believing soul.

Into that happy number, Lord,
Us weary sinners take;
Jesu, fulfil Thy gracious word
For Thy own mercy's sake.

Turn back our nature's rapid tide,
And we shall flow to Thee,
While down the stream of time we glide
To our eternity.

The Well of life to us Thou art,
Of joy the swelling flood;
Wafted by Thee, with willing heart
We swift return to God.

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We soon shall reach the boundless sea,
Into Thy fulness fall,
Be lost and swallow'd up in Thee,
Our God, our all in all.

ANOTHER.

[O Thou whom all Thy saints adore]

O Thou whom all Thy saints adore,
We now with all Thy saints agree,
And bow our inmost souls before
Thy glorious, awful Majesty.

Thee, King of nations, we proclaim:
Who would not our great Sovereign fear?
We long to' experience all Thy name,
And now we come to meet Thee here.

We come, great God, to seek Thy face,
And for Thy lovingkindness wait:
And O! how dreadful is this place!
'Tis God's own house, 'tis heaven's gate.

Tremble our hearts to find Thee nigh,
To Thee our trembling hearts aspire;
And lo! we see descend from high
The pillar and the flame of fire!

Still let it on the' assembly stay,
And all the house with glory fill;
To Canaan's bounds point out our way,
And bring us to Thy holy hill.

There let us all with Jesus stand,
And join the general church above,
And take our seats at Thy right hand,
And sing Thine everlasting love.

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Come, Lord, our souls are on the wing,
Now on Thy great white throne appear,
And let my eyes behold my King,
And let me see my Saviour there!

HYMN FOR THE DAY OF PENTECOST.

Rejoice, rejoice, ye fallen race,
The day of Pentecost is come;
Expect the sure descending grace,
Open your hearts to make Him room.

Our Jesus is gone up on high,
For us the blessing to receive:
It now comes streaming from the sky;
The Spirit comes, and sinners live.

To every one whom God shall call
The promise is securely made;
To you far off, He calls you all;
Believe the word which Christ hath said.

“The Holy Ghost, if I depart,
The Comforter, shall surely come,
Shall make the contrite sinner's heart
His loved, His everlasting home.”

Lord, we believe to us and ours
The apostolic promise given;
We wait to taste the heavenly powers,
The Holy Ghost sent down from heaven.

Ah! leave us not to mourn below,
Or long for Thy return to pine;
Now, Lord, the Comforter bestow,
And fix in us the Guest Divine.

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Assembled here with one accord,
Calmly we wait the promised grace,
The purchase of our dying Lord—
Come, Holy Ghost, and fill the place!

If every one that asks may find,
If still Thou art to sinners given,
Come as a mighty rushing wind,
To shake our earth come down from heaven.

Behold, to Thee our souls aspire,
And languish Thy descent to meet;
Kindle in each Thy living fire,
And fix in every heart Thy seat.

Wisdom and strength to Thee belongs;
Sweetly within our bosoms move,
Now let us speak with other tongues
The new strange language of Thy love.

Spirit of faith, within us live,
And strike the crowd with fixed amaze;
Open our mouths, and utterance give
To publish our Redeemer's praise:

To testify the grace of God,
To-day as yesterday the same,
And spread through all the earth abroad
The wonders wrought by Jesu's name.

ANOTHER.

[Father of our dying Lord]

Father of our dying Lord,
Remember us for good,
O fulfil His faithful word,
And hear His speaking blood;

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Give us that for which He prays,
Father, glorify Thy Son;
Show His truth, and power, and grace,
And send the Promise down.

True and faithful Witness Thou,
O Christ, Thy Spirit give:
Hast Thou not received Him now,
That we might now receive?
Art Thou not our living Head?
Life to all Thy limbs impart,
Shed Thy love, Thy Spirit shed,
In every waiting heart.

Holy Ghost, the Comforter,
The gift of Jesus, come:
Glows our heart to find Thee near,
And swells to make Thee room:
Present with us Thee we feel;
Come, O come, and in us be,
With us, in us live and dwell
To all eternity.

ANOTHER.

[Sinners, your hearts lift up]

Sinners, your hearts lift up,
Partakers of your hope!
This the day of Pentecost,
Ask, and ye shall all receive;
Surely now the Holy Ghost
God to all that ask shall give.

Ye all may freely take
The grace for Jesu's sake;

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He for every man hath died,
He for all hath rose again;
Jesus now is glorified,
Gifts He hath received for men.

He sends them from the skies
On all His enemies;
By His cross He now hath led
Captive our captivity:
We shall all be free indeed,
Christ the Son shall make us free.

Blessings on all He pours
In never-ceasing showers;
All He waters from above,
Offers all His joy and peace,
Settled comfort, perfect love,
Everlasting righteousness.

All may from Him receive
A power to turn and live;
Grace for every soul is free,
All may hear the' effectual call,
All the light of life may see,
All may feel He died for all.

Drop down in showers of love,
Ye heavens, from above;
Righteousness, ye skies, pour down;
Open, earth, and take it in;
Claim the Spirit for your own,
Sinners, and be saved from sin.

Father, behold we claim
The gift in Jesu's name!

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Him, the promised Comforter,
Into all our spirits pour;
Let Him fix His mansion here,
Come, and never leave us more.

A THANKSGIVING.

O God of my salvation hear,
And help a sinner to draw near
With boldness to the throne of grace;
Help me Thy benefits to sing,
And smile to see me feebly bring
My humble sacrifice of praise.

I cannot praise Thee as I would;
But Thou art merciful and good,
I know Thou never wilt despise
The day of small and feeble things,
But bear me till on eagle's wings
To all the heights of love I rise.

I thank Thee for that gracious taste,
(Which pride would not permit to last,)
That touch of love, that pledge of heaven;
Surely on me my Father smiled,
And once I knew Him reconciled,
And once I felt my sins forgiven.

My Lord and God I then could see,
My Saviour who had died for me,
To bring the rebel near to God;
Thou didst, Thou didst, Thy peace impart,
Pardon was written on my heart
In largest characters of blood.

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When I had forfeited my peace,
My manners in the wilderness,
Infinite Love, how didst Thou bear!
Thou wouldst not give the sinner up,
My heart retain'd a feeble hope,
And could not, durst not, yet despair.

Assail'd with doubt, and fear, and grief,
I stagger'd oft through unbelief;
Yet still Thou wouldst not let me yield:
When stronger souls their Lord denied,
And fell in heaps on every side,
I never cast away my shield.

Vilest of all the sons of men,
When I to folly turn'd again,
And sinn'd against Thy light and love,
Grace did much more than sin abound,
Amazed I still forgiveness found,
And thank'd my Advocate above.

Saviour, for this I thank Thee now;
My Saviour to the utmost, Thou
Hast snatch'd me from the gates of hell,
That I to all mankind may prove
Thy free, Thine everlasting love,
Which all mankind with me may feel.

The boundless love that found out me
For every soul of man is free,
None of Thy mercy need despair;
Patient, and pitiful, and kind,
Thee every soul of man may find,
And freely saved Thy grace declare.

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A vile, backsliding sinner, I
Ten thousand deaths deserve to die,
Yet still by sovereign grace I live;
Saviour, to Thee I still look up,
I see an open door of hope,
And wait Thy fulness to receive.

How shall I thank Thee for the grace,
The trust I have to see Thy face
When sin shall all be purged away!
The night of doubts and fears is past,
The Morning Star appears at last,
And I shall see Thy perfect day.

I soon shall hear Thy quickening voice,
Shall always pray, give thanks, rejoice;
(This is Thy will and faithful word;)
My spirit meek, my will resign'd,
Lowly as Thine shall be my mind,
The servant shall be as his Lord.

Already, Lord, I feel Thy power,
Preserved from evil every hour,
My great Preserver I proclaim:
Safety and strength in Thee I have,
I find, I find Thee strong to save,
And know that Jesus is Thy name.

By faith I every moment stand;
Strangely upheld by Thy right hand,
I my own wickedness eschew:
A sinner, I am kept from sin;
And Thou shalt make me pure within,
And Thou shalt form my soul anew.

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I thank Thee, whose atoning blood
Each moment intercedes with God,
Sprinkling my every word and thought;
God hears Thy blood for mercy cry,
And passes all my follies by;
He sees, but He imputes them not.

I sin in every breath I draw,
Nor do Thy will, nor keep Thy law
On earth as angels do above;
But still the Fountain open stands,
Washes my feet, and head, and hands,
Till I am perfected in love.

Come then, and loose my stammering tongue,
Teach me the new, the joyful song,
And perfect in a babe Thy praise:
I want a thousand lives to' employ
In publishing the sounds of joy,
The gospel of Thy general grace.

Come, Lord! Thy Spirit bids Thee come;
Give me Thyself, and take me home,
Be now the glorious earnest given;
The counsel of Thy grace fulfil,
Thy kingdom come, Thy perfect will
Be done on earth as 'tis in heaven.

A DIALOGUE OF ANGELS AND MEN.

Ye worms of earth, our God admire,
The God of angels praise:

Praise Him for us, ye heavenly choir,
His earth-born sons of grace.

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His image view in us display'd
His nobler creatures view:

Lower than you our souls He made,
But He redeem'd us too.

As gods we did in glory shine,
Before your world began:

Our nature too becomes Divine,
And God Himself is Man.

He clothed us in these robes of light,
The shadow of His Son:

We, with transcendent glory bright,
Have Christ Himself put on.

Spirits like Him He made us be,
A pure ethereal flame:

Join'd to the Lord, one spirit we
With Jesus are the same.

We see Him on His dazzling throne,
Crowns He to us imparts:

To us the King of kings comes down,
And reigns within our hearts.

Pure as He did at first create,
We angels never fell:

He saves us from our lost estate,
He rescues man from hell.

When others fell we faithful proved,
His love preserved us true:

Yet own that we are more beloved,
He never died for you.

Worms of the earth, to you, we own,
The nobler grace is given:

Then praise with us the great Three-One,
Till we all meet in heaven.

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ANOTHER.

[To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost]

To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
Glory above be given:
We'll vie with the celestial host,
And earth shall rival heaven.

Ye angels that in strength excel,
To God your voices raise;
In tenements of clay we dwell,
Yet humbly chant His praise.

To Him ye Hallelujah cry,
Loud as the thunder's noise;
As many waters we reply,
And echo back the voice.

Ten thousand times ten thousand, sing
Ye your Creator's name;
We claim Jehovah for our King,
And we extol the Lamb.

Ye cast your crowns before His throne,
And dare no longer gaze;
We, prostrate at His footstool, own
The wonders of His grace.

Thus let us all for ever lie,
In songs or silence join
To' adore the Majesty on high,
The depth of love Divine.

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DAVID AND GOLIATH.

[1 Samuel xvii.]

Who is this gigantic foe,
That proudly stalks along;
Overlooks the crowd below,
In brazen armour strong?
Loudly of his strength he boasts,
On his sword and spear relies,
Meets the God of Israel's hosts,
And all their force defies.

Tallest of the earth-born race,
They tremble at his power,
Fly before the monster's face,
And own him conqueror:
Who this mighty champion is
Nature answers from within,
He is my own wickedness,
My own besetting sin.

In the strength of Jesu's name
I with the monster fight;
Feeble and unarm'd I am,
But Jesus is my might:
Mindful of His mercies past,
Still I trust the same to prove,
Still my helpless soul I cast
On His redeeming love.

From the bear and lion's paws
He hath deliver'd me;
He shall still maintain my cause,
And still my Helper be;

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God in my defence shall stand,
Jesus on my side I have,
From the proud Goliath's hand
He now my soul shall save.

With my sling and stone I go
To fight the Philistine;
God hath said, It shall be so,
And I shall conquer sin:
On the promise I rely,
Trust in an Almighty Lord,
Sure to win the victory,
For He hath spoke the word.

In the strength of God I rise,
I run to meet my foe;
Faith the word of power applies,
And lays the giant low;
Faith in Jesu's conquering name
Slings the sin-destroying stone,
Points the word's unerring aim,
And brings the monster down.

See the promise-word takes place,
And smites the giant's head;
See, he falls upon his face,
He falls, and sin is dead!
Now I more than conquer it,
Trample on Goliath slain;
Slain he lies beneath my feet,
Never to rise again.

Willing now to be made free
From my own sin I am,
Saved from all iniquity,
From every touch of blame:

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Thou hast made me willing, Lord,
Thou alone hast turn'd my heart,
Now I with Goliath's sword
His head and body part.

Sin, my strongest sin, is dead,
Goliath is o'erthrown;
Yes, he now has lost his head,
The love of sin is gone:
Fallen is their boasted chief,
Scatter'd are the Philistines,
Scatter'd by a true belief
Are all my meaner sins.

Rise, ye men of Israel, rise,
Your routed foe pursue;
Shout His praises to the skies
Who conquers sin for you:
Jesus doth for you appear,
He His conquering grace affords,
Saves you, not with sword and spear,
The battle is the Lord's.

Every day the Lord of Hosts
His mighty power displays,
Stills the proud Philistine's boasts,
The threatening Gittite slays:
Israel's God let all below
Conqueror over sin proclaim;
O that all the earth might know
The power of Jesu's name!

Sin hath tyrannized too long
O'er Israel's chosen race,
Dared defy the feeble throng,
And all their armies chase;

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Armies of the living God,
Basely they to sin did yield;
Sin can never be destroy'd
Till David takes the field.

Love alone can match in fight,
And conquer every foe;
Saul, with all his strength and might,
Can never sin o'erthrow;
Saul may vex, (the law restrain,)
David takes the giant's head,
Love will never turn again
Till every sin is dead.

ROMANS X. 6, &c.

Oft I in my heart have said,
Who shall ascend on high,
Mount to Christ my glorious Head,
To bring Him from the sky?
Borne on contemplation's wing,
Surely I should find Him there
Where the angels praise their King,
And gain the Morning Star.

Oft I in my heart have said,
Who to the deep shall stoop,
Sink with Christ among the dead,
From thence to bring Him up?
Could I but my heart prepare
By unfeign'd humility,
Christ would quickly enter there,
And ever dwell with me.

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But the righteousness of faith
Hath taught me better things;
“Inward turn thine eyes,” (it saith,
While Christ to me it brings,)
“Christ is ready to impart
Life to all for life who sigh;
In thy mouth, and in thy heart,
The word is ever nigh.”

Jesu, I in Thee believe,
My faith in Thee confess;
Gladly do I now receive
The offers of Thy grace:
Now Thy merits are applied,
I from all my sins am free;
I am clear, since Thou hast died
And rose again for me.

Unto righteousness I still
Believe on Thee, my Lord,
With my heart believe, and feel
Thee faithful to Thy word;
Unto full salvation Thee
With my mouth I still confess,
Till the utmost heights I see
Of perfect holiness.

Wherefore should I longer doubt?
I every whit am clean;
My salvation is wrought out,
I now am saved from sin.
Author of eternal grace
Unto all who Thee obey,
I shall see Thee face to face;
My Jesus, come away!

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REJOICING IN HOPE.

[Romans xii. 12.]

I know that my Redeemer lives,
And ever prays for me;
A token of His love He gives,
A pledge of liberty.

I find Him lifting up my head,
He brings salvation near,
His presence makes me free indeed,
And He will soon appear.

With confidence I now look up,
His promised aid implore;
Sweetly revives my blasted hope,
And I can doubt no more.

Far spent is the Egyptian night
Of fear, and pain, and grief;
And lo! I see the morning light
That brings assured relief.

The dreadful, dire, oppressive hour
Of tyrant sin is past;
My soul defies its rage and power,
My soul on Christ is cast.

The power of hell, the strength of sin,
My Jesus shall subdue;
His healing blood shall wash me clean,
And make my spirit new.

He will perform the work begun;
Jesus, the sinner's Friend,
Jesus, the Lover of His own,
Will love me to the end.

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No longer am I now afraid;
The promise must take place,
Perfect His strength in weakness made,
Sufficient is His grace.

Unto salvation kept I am,
Through faith, by power Divine,
Ready His nature, with His name,
To be reveal'd in mine.

He wills that I should holy be:
Who can withstand His will?
The counsel of His grace in me
He surely shall fulfil.

Confident now of faith's increase,
I all its fruits shall prove—
Substantial joy, and settled peace,
And everlasting love.

Yes, Lord, I put my trust in Thee,
On Thee my soul I stay;
I know that Thou wilt come to me,
And I shall see Thy day.

With me, I know, Thy Spirit dwells,
Nor ever shall depart,
Till in me He Himself reveals
And purifies my heart.

He tells me He will quickly come
And seal me His abode;
He now marks out His future home,
The temple of my God.

Jesu, I hang upon Thy word;
I steadfastly believe
Thou wilt return, and claim me, Lord,
And to Thyself receive.

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Joyful in hope, my spirit soars
To meet Thee from above,
Thy goodness thankfully adores,
And sure I taste Thy love.

Thy love I soon expect to find
In all its depth and height,
To comprehend the' eternal Mind,
And grasp the Infinite.

When Thou dost in my heart appear,
And love erects its throne,
I then enjoy salvation here,
And heaven on earth begun.

When God is mine, and I am His,
Of paradise possest,
I taste unutterable bliss
And everlasting rest.

The bliss of those that fully dwell,
Fully in Thee believe,
'Tis more than angel tongues can tell,
Or angel minds conceive.

Thou only know'st, who didst obtain,
And die to make it known:
The great salvation now explain,
And perfect us in one.

May I, may all who humbly wait,
The glorious joy receive;
Joy above all conception great,
Worthy of God to give.

Lord, I believe and rest secure
In confidence Divine;
Thy promise stands for ever sure,
And all Thou art is mine.

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ANOTHER.

[Ye happy sinners, hear]

Ye happy sinners, hear
The prisoner of the Lord,
And wait till Christ appear
According to His word;
Rejoice in hope, rejoice with me,
We shall from all our sins be free.

The Lord our Righteousness
We have long since received,
Salvation nearer is
Than when we first believed;
Rejoice in hope, rejoice with me,
We shall from all our sins be free.

Let others hug their chains,
For sin and Satan plead,
And say from sin's remains
They never can be freed;
Rejoice in hope, rejoice with me,
We shall from all our sins be free.

In God we put our trust;
If we our sins confess,
Faithful He is, and just,
From all unrighteousness
To cleanse us all, both you and me;
We shall from all our sins be free.

Surely in us the hope
Of glory shall appear;
Sinners, your heads lift up,
And see redemption near;
Again I say, rejoice with me,
We shall from all our sins be free.

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Who Jesu's sufferings share,
My fellow-prisoners now,
Ye soon the wreath shall wear
On your triumphant brow;
Rejoice in hope, rejoice with me,
We shall from all our sins be free.

The word of God is sure,
And never can remove;
We shall in heart be pure,
And perfected in love;
Rejoice in hope, rejoice with me,
We shall from all our sins be free.

Then let us gladly bring
Our sacrifice of praise;
Let us give thanks, and sing,
And glory in His grace;
Rejoice in hope, rejoice with me,
We shall from all our sins be free.

ROMANS VI.

Away, vain thoughts that stir within,
Nor further can proceed!
How shall I longer live in sin,
Who unto sin am dead?

Baptized into my Saviour's name,
I of His death partake;
Buried with Jesus Christ I am,
And I with Him awake.

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He burst the barriers of the tomb,
Rose, and regain'd the skies;
And lo! from nature's grave I come,
And lo! with Christ I rise.

A new, a living life I live;
And, fashion'd to His death,
His resurrection's power receive,
And by His Spirit breathe.

Now the old Adam is, I know,
With Jesus crucified;
Sin, vanquish'd by its passive foe,
Kill'd my dear Lord—and died.

Its body was destroy'd, when nail'd
With Jesus to the tree;
My dying Surety then prevail'd,
And I was then set free.

Dead with my gracious Lord and God,
With Him by faith I live;
The power He purchased with His blood
I over sin receive.

Sin shall not have dominion now,
Or in my body reign;
Beneath its yoke I scorn to bow,
And all its force disdain.

Under the law no more enslaved,
No more I groan and grieve;
By grace I am redeem'd and saved,
And under grace I live.

I live to God, who from the dead
Hath me to life restored,
That I, from sin's oppression freed,
Might only serve my Lord.

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Jesus I serve, to Him alone
My thankful homage pay;
My only Master, Christ I own,
And Him will I obey.

To Him my body I present,
Which He will not refuse;
The meanest, basest instrument
His glory deigns to use.

Servant of sin too long I was,
But Christ hath set me free;
Glory to His victorious grace
Which freely ransom'd me.

For ever be His name adored
For what I have received;
I have embraced the Gospel word,
And with my heart believed.

Faith freed me from the iron yoke,
The strength of sin subdued,
From off my soul the fetters broke,
And now I serve my God.

Jesus can to the utmost save:
On Jesus I depend;
My fruit to holiness I have,
And all in heaven shall end.

THE FOURTH CHAPTER OF ISAIAH.

Jesu, fulfil the Gospel word,
In us, Thou beauteous Branch, arise;
Arise, Thou Planting of the Lord,
Be glorious in Thy people's eyes.

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O Root Divine, in this our earth
Spring up, and yield a fair increase,
The graces of our second birth,
The goodly fruits of righteousness.

'Scaped from the world of pride and lust,
If now we in Thy sight remain,
O make us holy, good, and just,
O let us not believe in vain.

Our names among the living write,
Whose hearts are fix'd on things above,
Worthy who walk with Thee in white,
Unblameable in spotless love.

Out of our inmost souls expel
The filth and stain of inbred sin.
(In us it shall not always dwell,
For Thou hast said, Ye shall be clean.)

O that the grace were now applied!
Bring in, dear Lord, a purer flood;
Open the fountain of Thy side,
And purge out all our tainted blood.

Adam descended from above,
The virtue of Thy blood impart,
And cleanse from every creature-love,
And make, O make us pure in heart.

The judging, burning Spirit inspire;
O let Him to His temple come,
And sit as a refiner's fire,
And all our sins condemn, consume.

Sin shall not in our flesh remain;
The sanctifying word is sure,
We shall be purged from every stain,
And pure as God Himself is pure.

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Then only can we fall no more,
Freed from the stumbling-block within;
Come, Thou Divine, Almighty Power,
And save us from indwelling sin.

Keep us through faith to that Thy day,
And mark us out for Thine abode;
Thy glory over us display,
And guard the future house of God.

Till Thou from all our sins shalt cleanse,
And perfectly renew our heart,
Thy glory be our sure defence,
Nor ever from our souls depart.

On every dwelling-place of Thine
Create a cloud and smoke by day;
And let the fiery pillar shine
By night, and on the' assembly stay.

Through the long night of doubts and fears,
The day of fierce temptation, guide;
And let us, till Thy face appears,
O let us in Thy wounds abide;

Secure beneath Thy shadow sit,
In Thee a tabernacle find,
A refuge from the rain and heat,
A covert from the storm and wind.

Lead us till all our toil is past,
Till all Thy faithfulness we prove,
And gain the promised land at last,
The Canaan of Thy perfect love.

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THE TWELFTH CHAPTER OF ISAIAH.

Happy soul who sees the day,
The glad day of Gospel grace!
Thee, my Lord, (Thou then wilt say,)
Thee will I for ever praise.

Though Thy wrath against me burn'd,
Thou dost comfort me again;
All Thy wrath aside is turn'd,
Thou hast blotted out my sin.

Me, behold, Thy mercy spares;
Jesus my salvation is:
Hence my doubts, away my fears,
Jesus is become my peace.

Jah, Jehovah is my Lord,
Ever merciful and just;
I will lean upon His word,
I will on His promise trust.

Strong I am, for He is strong,
Just in righteousness Divine;
He is my triumphal song,
All He has, and is, is mine.

Mine; and yours, whoe'er believe:
On His name whoe'er shall call
Freely shall His grace receive;
He is full of grace for all.

Therefore shall ye draw with joy
Water from salvation's well;
Praise shall your glad tongues employ,
While His streaming grace ye feel.

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Each to each ye then shall say,
Sinners, call upon His name;
O rejoice to see His day,
See it, and His praise proclaim.

Glory to His name belongs,
Great, and marvellous, and high;
Sing unto the Lord your songs,
Cry, to every nation cry.

Wondrous things the Lord hath done,
Excellent His name we find;
This to all mankind is known,
Be it known to all mankind.

Sion, shout thy Lord and King,
Israel's Holy One is He!
Give Him thanks, rejoice, and sing;
Great He is, and dwells in thee.

O the grace unsearchable!
While eternal ages roll,
God delights in man to dwell,
Soul of each believing soul.

ISAIAH XXVI. 13, 14.

O Lord, my God, with shame I own
That other lords have sway'd,
Have in my heart set up their throne,
And abject I obey'd.

Thy enemies usurp'd the place,
And robb'd Thee of Thy due;
A slave to every vice I was,
And only evil knew.

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With sin I joyfully complied,
I yielded unconstrain'd;
Passion, and appetite, and pride,
And self, and nature reign'd.

But ended is the shameful hour,
The' usurper's reign is past,
Blasted their strength, o'erturn'd their power,
And I am saved at last.

Thy love, by which redeem'd I am,
For ever be adored;
I now shall live to bless Thy name,
And call my Jesus Lord.

Those other lords no more are mine,
No more their slave am I;
I tread them down with strength Divine,
I all my sins defy.

Freed am I now, for ever freed
From their destructive power;
Nail'd to the cross, they all are dead,
And shall revive no more.

The glorious presence of my God
Hath all the tyrants slain;
Their name, their memory is destroy'd,
When I am born again.

AFTER A RECOVERY FROM SICKNESS.

Thy will be done, Thy name be blest!
I am not, gracious Lord, my own;
Whate'er Thy wisdom sends is best,
Thy name be praised, Thy will be done.

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Earnest of benefits behind,
Of all Thy bounty waits to give,
Pledge of a sound and healthful mind,
My life I at Thy hands receive.

Snatch'd from the death of sin, my soul
Shall never see corruption's grave;
Surely Thy love shall make me whole,
Thy love can to the utmost save.

Thy love hath cast out servile fear,
No longer can I doubt or mourn;
To the black dungeon of despair
I never, never shall return.

Sin shall not have dominion now,
Or in my mortal body reign;
Jesus, my Lord, my Saviour Thou,
Thou hast the lawless tyrant slain.

Still, O my God, Thy power display,
Thy kingdom to my soul restore;
Those other lords persist to slay,
And suffer them to rise no more.

If now I have acceptance found
With Thee, or favour in Thy sight,
With Thine omnipotence surround,
And arm me with Thy Spirit's might.

O may I hear His warning voice,
And timely fly from danger near;
With reverence unto Thee rejoice,
And love Thee with a filial fear.

Still hold my soul in second life,
And suffer not my feet to slide;
Support me in the glorious strife,
And comfort me on every side.

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O give me faith and faith's increase,
Finish the work begun in me;
Preserve my soul in perfect peace,
That stays, and waits, and hangs on Thee.

O let Thy gracious Spirit guide,
And bring me to the promised land,
Where righteousness and peace reside,
And all submit to love's command.

A land where milk and honey flow,
And springs of pure delights arise;
Delights which I shall shortly know:
I shall regain my paradise.

I see it now from Pisgah's top,
Pleasant, and beautiful, and good;
In all the confidence of hope,
I claim the purchase of Thy blood.

Of righteousness Divine possest,
O let me grasp the prize so nigh,
Enter into the promised rest,
Enjoy Thy perfect love, and die.

AVENGE ME OF MINE ADVERSARY.

Luke xviii. 3.

Jesu, Thou hast bid us pray,
Pray always, and not faint;
With the word a power convey
To utter our complaint.

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Quiet shalt Thou never know,
Till we from sin are fully freed:
O avenge us of our foe,
And bruise the Serpent's head.

We have now begun to cry,
And we will never end
Till we find salvation nigh,
And grasp the sinner's Friend;
Day and night we'll speak our woe,
With Thee importunately plead:
O avenge us, &c.

Speak the word, and we shall be
From all our bands released;
Only Thou canst set us free,
By Satan long opprest;
Now Thy power Almighty show,
Arise the woman's conquering Seed:
O avenge us, &c.

To destroy his work of sin,
Thyself in us reveal;
Manifest Thyself within
Our flesh, and fully dwell
With us, in us, here below;
Enter, and make us free indeed:
O avenge us, &c.

Stronger than the strong man, Thou
His fury canst control;
Cast him out by entering now,
And keep our ransom'd soul;
Satan's kingdom overthrow,
On all the powers of darkness tread:
O avenge us, &c.

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Shall he still the souls enthral
For whom Thy life was given?
Hast Thou not beheld him fall
As lightning out of heaven?
Hitherto allow'd to go,
He now no farther shall proceed:
O avenge us, &c.

To the never-ceasing cries
Of Thine elect attend;
Send deliverance from the skies,
Thy mighty Spirit send;
Though to man Thou seemest slow,
Our cries Thou seemest not to heed:
O avenge us, &c.

Come, O come, all-gracious Lord,
No longer now delay;
With Thy Spirit's two-edged sword
The crooked serpent slay;
Bare Thine arm, and give the blow,
Root out and kill the hellish seed:
O avenge us, &c.

High enthroned at God's right hand,
Thou dost in glory sit,
Till whoe'er Thy sway withstand
Indignantly submit;
Yes, they all shall be brought low,
They all shall be Thy footstool made:
O avenge us, &c.

Jesu, hear Thy Spirit's call,
Thy bride who bids Thee come:
Come, Thou righteous Judge of all,
Pronounce the tempter's doom;

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Doom him to infernal woe,
For him and for his angels made;
Now avenge us of our foe,
For ever bruise his head.

COME, LORD JESUS!

When, dearest Lord, when shall it be
That I shall find my all in Thee?
The fulness of Thy promise prove,
The seal of Thine eternal love?

A poor, blind child, I wander here,
If haply I may feel Thee near;
O dark, dark, dark (I still must say)
Amidst the blaze of Gospel day!

Thee, only Thee, I fain would find,
I cast the world and flesh behind;
Thou, only Thou, to me be given,
Of all Thou hast in earth or heaven.

All earthly comforts I disdain;
They shall not rob me of my pain,
Or make me senseless of my load,
Or less disconsolate for God.

Rather let all the creatures take
Their miserable comforts back,
With every vain relief depart,
And leave me to my broken heart.

Leave me, my friends, the mourner leave;
For God, and not for you, I grieve;

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My weakness, O ye strong, despise,
My foolish ignorance, ye wise.

Let all my father's children be
Still angry, still displeased with me,
Disclaim, dishonour, and disown;
I would be poor, forlorn, alone.

A child, a fool, a thing of nought,
Abhorr'd, neglected, and forgot,
Contemn'd, abandon'd, and distrest,
Till I from mortal man have ceased.

When from the arm of flesh set free,
Jesu, my soul shall fly to Thee;
Jesu, when I have lost my all,
My soul shall on Thy bosom fall.

When man forsakes Thou wilt not leave,
Ready the outcasts to receive,
Though all my simpleness I own,
And all my faults to Thee are known.

Ah! wherefore did I ever doubt?
Thou wilt in no wise cast me out,
An helpless soul that comes to Thee
With only sin and misery.

Lord, I am sick; my sickness cure:
I want; do Thou enrich the poor:
Under Thy mighty hand I stoop;
O lift the abject sinner up!

Lord, I am blind; be Thou my sight:
Lord, I am weak; be Thou my might:
An Helper of the helpless be,
And let me find my all in Thee.

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THE SAME.

[Jesu, what hast Thou bestow'd]

Jesu, what hast Thou bestow'd
On such a worm as me!
What compassion hast Thou show'd,
To draw me after Thee!
Perfect then the work begun,
All Thy goodness let me prove,
All Thy will in me be done,
Till all my soul is love.

Not by my own righteousness,
Or works that I have wrought,
Am I saved; but by Thy grace,
Surpassing human thought.
Nothing have I, nothing am,
Nothing I deserve but hell;
Yet I glory in Thy name,
Yet I Thy mercy feel.

Thou a spark of hallow'd fire
To me, even me, hast given;
Glows for Thee my whole desire,
My life, my inward heaven:
Dreams of happiness below
Never more will I pursue,
Jesus only will I know,
Whose love is ever new.

Thou Thine hand on me hast laid,
And calm'd my stormy will,
Nature's rapid tide hast stayed,
And bid my heart be still:

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Stablish Thou my heart in peace,
Meek and lowly may I be,
Fill with all Thy gentleness
The soul that hangs on Thee.

Oft Thou visitest my breast;
But O, how short Thy stay,
As the memory of a guest
That tarrieth but a day!
Come, and all Thy foes expel,
Fix in me Thy constant home,
With Thy Father in me dwell;
Lord Jesus, quickly come!

WAITING FOR CHRIST THE PROPHET.

Prophet, sent from God above
To teach His perfect will,
Lo! I wait to learn Thy love,
I tremble, and am still;
To Thy guidance I submit,
All my soul to Thee I bow;
See me sitting at Thy feet:
Speak, Lord, I hear Thee now.

From the idle babbler, man,
Behold I turn away,
Trample on the fairest plan
That human wit can lay:
Foolish am I still, and blind,
Till the Truth itself impart,
Chase the darkness from my mind,
And shine within my heart.

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What avails the creature's strife,
When Thou, and only Thou,
Hast the words of endless life!
(O could I hear them now!)
Mighty Thou in word and deed,
Thou my only Teacher be;
Thou, by Thine anointing, lead
A soul that seeks to Thee.

I from outward things withdraw,
No help in them is found;
At Thy mouth I seek the law,
I listen for the sound
Which shall all my griefs control,
Empty me at once and fill,
Calm the tempest in my soul,
And bid the sea be still.

Ah! my Lord, if Thou art near
And knockest at the door,
Let me now my Prophet hear,
And keep Thee out no more:
Be reveal'd, Thou heavenly Guest,
To consume the Man of Sin;
Take possession of my breast,
Come in, my Lord, come in.

THE SAME.

[Christ, my hidden life, appear]

Christ, my hidden life, appear,
Soul of my inmost soul;
Light of life, the mourner cheer,
And make the sinner whole.

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Now in me Thyself display,
Surely Thou in all things art;
I from all things turn away,
To seek Thee in my heart.

Open, Lord, my inward ear,
And bid my heart rejoice,
Bid my quiet spirit hear
Thy comfortable voice,
Never in the whirlwind found,
Or where earthquakes rock the place;
Still and silent is the sound,
The whisper of Thy grace.

From the world of sin, and noise,
And hurry, I withdraw;
For the small and inward voice
I wait with humble awe:
Silent am I now, and still,
Dare not in Thy presence move;
To my waiting soul reveal
The secret of Thy love.

Thou hast undertook for me,
For me to death wast sold:
Wisdom in a mystery
Of bleeding love unfold;
Teach the lesson of Thy cross,
Let me die with Thee to reign,
All things let me count but loss
So I may Thee regain.

Show me, as my soul can bear,
The depth of inbred sin;
All the unbelief declare,
The pride that lurks within;

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Take me, whom Thyself hast bought;
Bring into captivity
Every high aspiring thought
That would not stoop to Thee.

Lord, my time is in Thy hand,
My soul to Thee convert;
Thou canst make me understand,
Though I am slow of heart.
Thine, in whom I live and move,
Thine the work, the praise is Thine;
Thou art wisdom, power, and love,
And all Thou art is mine.

THE SAME.

[I will hearken what my Lord]

I will hearken what my Lord
Shall say concerning me:
Hast Thou not a gracious word
For one that waits on Thee?
Speak it to my soul, that I
May in Thee have peace and power,
Never from my Saviour fly,
And never grieve Thee more.

How have I Thy Spirit grieved,
Since first with me He strove!
Obstinately disbelieved,
And trampled on Thy love!
I have sinn'd against the light,
I have broke from Thy embrace;
No, I would not, when I might,
Be freely saved by grace.

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After all that I have done
To drive Thee from my heart,
Still Thou wilt not leave Thine own,
Thou wilt not yet depart,
Wilt not give the sinner o'er:
Ready art Thou now to save,
Bidd'st me come, as heretofore,
That I Thy life may have.

O Thou meek and gentle Lamb,
Fury is not in Thee;
Thou continuest the same,
And still Thy grace is free;
Still Thy arms are open wide,
Wretched sinners to receive;
Thou hast once for sinners died,
That all may turn and live.

Lo! I take Thee at Thy word,
My foolishness I mourn;
Unto Thee, my bleeding Lord,
However late, I turn:
Yes; I yield, I yield at last,
Listen to Thy speaking blood,
Me with all my sins I cast
On my atoning God.

Freely am I justified,
And till my heart is pure
In Thy wounds will I abide,
From hell and sin secure;
What of sin in me remains
I believe Thou wilt remove,
Throughly wash out all my stains,
And perfect me in love.

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DANIEL IN THE DEN OF LIONS.

[Daniel vi.]

God of Daniel, hear my prayer,
And let Thy power be seen;
Stop the lion's mouth, and bear
Me safe out of his den:
Save me in this dreadful hour;
Earth, and hell, and nature join,
All stand ready to devour
This helpless soul of mine.

No way to escape, I see
The sure-approaching death;
Vain are all my hopes to flee
Out of the lion's teeth;
In the mire of sin I lie,
In the dungeon of despair;
Hear my lamentable cry,
O God of Daniel, hear!

Thee I serve, my Lord, my God,
In me Thy power display,
Save me, save me, and defraud
The lion of his prey:
Angel of the Covenant,
Jesus mighty to retrieve,
Let Him to my help be sent;
In Jesus I believe.

Save me for Thine own great name,
That all the world may know
Daniel's God is still the same,
And reigns supreme below.

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Him let all mankind adore,
Spread His glorious name abroad;
Tremble all, and bow before
The great, the living God.

Absolute, unchangeable,
O'er all His works He reigns;
His dominion cannot fail,
But undisturb'd remains;
His dominion standeth fast,
Is when time no more shall be,
Still shall His dominion last
Through all eternity.

He delivers by His love,
He rescues souls from death;
Signs He works in heaven above,
And signs in earth beneath;
Daniel He doth every hour
From the lion's paw retrieve:
I am saved from Satan's power,
And lo! by grace I live.

THE THREE CHILDREN IN THE FIERY FURNACE.

[Daniel iii.]

God of Israel's faithful Three,
Who braved a tyrant's ire,
Nobly scorn'd to bow their knee,
And walk'd unhurt in fire;
Breathe their faith into my breast,
Arm me in this fiery hour,
Stand, O Son of Man, confest
In all Thy saving power.

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Lo! on dangers, deaths, and snares
I every moment tread,
Hell without a veil appears,
And flames around my head;
Sin increases more and more,
Sin in all its strength returns,
Seven times hotter than before
The fiery furnace burns.

But while Thou, my Lord, art nigh,
My soul disdains to fear,
Sin and Satan I defy
Still impotently near;
Earth and hell their wars may wage;
Calm I mark their vain design,
Smile to see them idly rage
Against a child of Thine.

Unto Thee, my help, my hope,
My safeguard, and my tower,
Confident I still look up,
And still receive Thy power;
All the alien's hosts I chase,
Blast, and scatter with mine eyes:
Satan comes; I turn my face,
And lo! the tempter flies!

Sin in me, the inbred foe,
Awhile subsists in chains;
But Thou all Thy power shalt show,
And slay its last remains:
Thou hast conquer'd my desire;
Thou shalt quench it with Thy blood,
Fill me with a purer fire,
And change me into God.

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A THANKSGIVING.

'Tis of Thy mercies, Lord,
That I am not consumed,
By God and men abhorr'd,
To endless torments doom'd:
Thy tender mercies never fail,
And therefore I am not in hell.

In vain was Tophet moved
To meet me from beneath,
For Jesu's sake beloved
I 'scape the second death:
Thy tender mercies never fail,
And therefore I am not in hell.

Within its mouth I was,
And there I lay asleep;
Its mouth it could not close,
My soul it could not keep:
Thy tender mercies never fail,
And therefore I am not in hell.

Thy mercies found out me,
To me they first did stoop;
From depths of misery
Thy mercies brought me up:
Thy tender mercies never fail,
And therefore I am not in hell.

Thy dear preserving grace
Each moment I receive,
And trust to see Thy face,
And without sin to live:
Thy tender mercies never fail,
And I shall never be in hell.

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HE THAT LOSETH HIS LIFE FOR MY SAKE SHALL FIND IT.

[Matthew x. 39.]

Be it according to Thy word;
This moment let it be!
O that I now, my dearest Lord,
Might lose my life for Thee!

Now, Jesu, let Thy powerful death
Into my being come;
Slay the old Adam with Thy breath,
The Man of Sin consume.

Whate'er I have, or can, or am,
I now would fain resign,
And lose my nature and my name,
O God, to purchase Thine.

Withhold whate'er my flesh requires,
Poison my pleasant food,
Spoil my delights, my vain desires,
My all of creature good.

My old affections mortify,
Nail to the cross my will,
Daily and hourly bid me die,
Or altogether kill.

Passion and appetite destroy;
Tear, tear this pride away;
And all my boast, and idle joy,
And all my nature, slay.

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Jesu, my life, appear within,
And bruise the serpent's head;
Enter my soul, extirpate sin,
Cast out the cursed seed.

Thou wilt, I know Thou wilt, appear,
And end this inward strife;
Thy harbinger proclaims Thee near,
And death makes way for life.

Hast Thou not made me willing, Lord?
Would I not die this hour?
Then speak the killing, quickening word,
Slay, raise me by Thy power.

Slay me, and I in Thee shall trust,
With Thy dead men arise,
Awake, and sing from out the dust
Soon as this nature dies.

O let it now make haste to die,
The mortal wound receive:
So shall I live; and yet not I,
But Christ in me shall live.

Be it according to Thy word;
This moment let it be!
The life I lose for Thee, my Lord,
I find again in Thee.

WATCH IN ALL THINGS.

[2 Timothy iv. 5.]

Jesu, my Saviour, Brother, Friend,
On whom I cast my every care,
On whom for all things I depend,
Inspire, and then accept my prayer.

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If I have tasted of Thy grace,
The grace that sure salvation brings,
If with me now Thy Spirit stays,
And, hovering, hides me in His wings.

Still let Him with my weakness stay,
Nor for a moment's space depart,
Evil and danger turn away,
And keep till He renews my heart.

When to the left or right I stray,
His voice behind me may I hear:
“Return, and walk in Christ thy way,
Fly back to Christ, for sin is near.”

His sacred unction from above
Be still my comforter and guide,
Till all the stony He remove,
And in my loving heart reside.

Jesu, I fain would walk in Thee,
From nature's every path retreat;
Thou art my way, my Leader be,
And set upon the rock my feet.

Uphold me, Saviour, or I fall;
O reach me out Thy gracious hand:
Only on Thee for help I call,
Only by faith in Thee I stand.

Pierce, fill me with an humble fear,
My utter helplessness reveal;
Satan and sin are always near,
Thee may I always nearer feel.

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O that to Thee my constant mind
Might with an even flame aspire;
Pride in its earliest motions find,
And mark the risings of desire.

O that my tender soul might fly
The first abhorr'd approach of ill,
Quick as the apple of an eye
The slightest touch of sin to feel.

Till Thou anew my soul create,
Still may I strive, and watch, and pray,
Humbly and confidently wait,
And long to see Thy perfect day.

My whole regard still may I place
On the faint ray of opening light,
(The sure prophetic word of grace,)
That glimmers through my nature's night.

Here let my soul's sure anchor be,
Here let me fix my wishful eyes,
And wait till I exult to see
The Day-star in my heart arise.

My Lord, Thou wilt not long delay;
This inward calm proclaims Thee near;
Sorrow and doubt are fled away,
My Lord shall in my heart appear.

Jesu, my Saviour, Brother, Friend,
As I believe, so let it be;
O make me patient to the end,
And then reveal Thyself in me.

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A PRAYER FOR HOLINESS.

Ever fainting with desire,
For Thee, O Christ, I call;
Thee I restlessly require,
I want my God, my all;
Jesu, dear redeeming Lord,
I wait Thy coming from above:
Help me, Saviour, speak the word,
And perfect me in love.

Wilt Thou suffer me to go
Lamenting all my days?
Shall I never, never know
Thy sanctifying grace?
Wilt Thou not Thy light afford,
The darkness from my soul remove?
Help me, Saviour, &c.

Wretched, naked, poor, and blind,
Afflicted and distrest,
Settled peace I cannot find,
Uninterrupted rest,
Till my spirit is restored,
And fix'd my heart on things above:
Help me, Saviour, &c.

Gifts, alas! cannot suffice,
And comforts all are vain;
While one evil thought can rise,
I am not born again;
Still I am not as my Lord,
Thy holy will I do not prove:
Help me, Saviour, &c.

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Why hast Thou on me bestow'd
Thy free, preventing grace?
Why beheld me in my blood,
And call'd to seek Thy face?
Thou hast not my soul abhorr'd,
But still with me Thy Spirit strove:
Help me, Saviour, &c.

Why didst Thou my ransom pay,
The work of faith begin?
Surely Thou hast purged away
The guilt of all my sin;
All the guilt's on Thee transferr'd:
And wilt Thou not the power remove?
Help me, Saviour, &c.

Lord, if I on Thee believe,
The second gift impart;
With the' indwelling Spirit give
A new, a loving heart:
If with love Thy heart is stored,
If now o'er me Thy bowels move,
Help me, Saviour, &c.

Let me gain my calling's hope,
O make the sinner clean;
Dry corruption's fountain up,
Cut off the' entail of sin:
Take me into Thee, my Lord,
And I shall then no longer rove:
Help me, Saviour, &c.

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Thou my life, my treasure be,
My portion here below;
Nothing would I seek but Thee,
Thee only would I know,
My exceeding great reward,
My heaven on earth, my heaven above:
Help me, Saviour, &c.

Grant me now the bliss to feel
Of those that are in Thee;
Son of God, Thyself reveal,
Engrave Thy name on me;
As in heaven be here adored,
And let me now the promise prove:
Help me, Saviour, speak the word,
And perfect me in love.

LET THIS MIND BE IN YOU, WHICH WAS ALSO IN CHRIST JESUS.

[Philippians ii. 5.]

Jesu, shall I never be
Firmly grounded upon Thee?
Never by Thy work abide,
Never in Thy wounds reside?

O how wavering is my mind,
Toss'd about with every wind!
O how quickly doth my heart
From the living God depart!

Easily I fall away,
Never am I at one stay;

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Strong in faith I seem this hour,
Stripp'd the next of all my power.

Faith is lost in unbelief,
Joy is swallow'd up of grief,
Hope, my latest hope, expires,
God, my angry God, retires.

Vanishing out of my sight,
Jesus leaves me sunk in night;
Where shall I my Jesus find,
Helpless I, and dark, and blind?

Seek, O seek me, Lord, again;
Let not all Thy gifts be vain;
Comfort to my soul restore;
Come, and never leave me more.

Jesu, let my nature feel
Thou art God unchangeable;
Jah, Jehovah, great I am,
Speak into my soul Thy name.

Fruit that I may bear, ordain;
That my fruit may still remain,
Make my heart, and keep it, true;
After God my soul renew.

Grant that every moment I
May believe, and feel Thee nigh;
Steadfastly behold Thy face,
'Stablish'd with abiding grace.

Plant, and root, and fix in me
All the mind that was in Thee;
Settled peace I then shall find;
Jesu's is a quiet mind.

When it doth in me appear,
I shall nothing covet here;

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I shall cast the world behind;
Jesu's is an heavenly mind.

Then the' accursed lust of praise
Shall in me no more have place;
Pride no more my soul shall bind;
Jesu's is an humble mind.

Anger I no more shall feel,
Always quiet, always still,
Meekly on my God reclined;
Jesu's is a gentle mind.

I shall suffer and fulfil
All my Father's gracious will,
Be in all alike resign'd;
Jesu's is a patient mind.

When 'tis deeply rooted here
Perfect love shall cast out fear;
Fear doth servile spirits bind:
Jesu's is a noble mind.

When I feel it fix'd within
I shall have no power to sin;
How should sin an entrance find?
Jesu's is a spotless mind.

I shall nothing know beside
Jesus and Him crucified;
I shall all to Him be join'd:
Jesu's is a loving mind.

I shall triumph evermore,
Gratefully my God adore,—
God so good, so true, so kind;
Jesu's is a thankful mind.

Lowly, loving, meek, and pure,
I shall to the end endure,

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Be no more to sin inclined;
Jesu's is a constant mind.

I shall fully be restored
To the image of my Lord,
Witnessing to all mankind
Jesu's is a perfect mind.

I. JOHN I. 9.

“If we confess our sins, He is faithful and just to forgive us our sins, and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness.”

Father of my dying Lord,
To whom I sue for peace,
Trusting in Thy faithful word,
Lo! I my sins confess.
For Thy truth and mercy's sake,
Grant the blessing which I claim;
Cast my sins behind Thy back:
I ask in Jesu's name.

Hast Thou not reversed my doom?
Thou hast, and I believe:
Yet I still a sinner come,
That Thou mayst still forgive;
Wretched, miserable, blind,
Poor, and naked, and unclean,
Still, that I may mercy find,
I bring Thee nought but sin.

I have always equal need
Of Thy forgiving love;
Still do I the promise plead,
That I Thy truth may prove.

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Just and faithful as Thou art,
Hear me now my sins confess,
Hear, and purify my heart
From all unrighteousness.

Lord, I look to be made clean
From every sinful blot,
All unrighteousness and sin,
In deed, and word, and thought;
Evil shall not here abide,
Sin shall have no place in me,
From the' iniquity of pride
And self I shall be free.

I shall be redeem'd from all,
Unless Thy word is vain;
Here recover from my fall,
My Eden here regain;
Jesus shall His image here
Perfectly in me restore;
God shall in my flesh appear,
And sin subsist no more.

THEY THAT WAIT ON THE LORD SHALL RENEW THEIR STRENGTH.

[Isaiah xl. 31.]

Lord, I believe Thy every word,
Thy every promise, true;
And lo! I wait on Thee, my Lord,
Till I my strength renew.

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If in this feeble flesh I may
Awhile show forth Thy praise,
Jesu, support the tottering clay,
And lengthen out my days.

If such a worm as I can spread
The common Saviour's name,
Let Him who raised Thee from the dead
Quicken my mortal frame.

Still let me live Thy blood to show,
Which purges every stain;
And gladly linger out below
A few more years in pain.

My time and life are in Thy hand;
No more for death I groan,
Still let the ruinous mansion stand
Till all Thy will be done.

My life I know Thou canst repair,
And give a stronger thread;
But, Lord, of this I take no care,
For O my soul is dead!

Health I shall have, if that be best;
But what is health to me?
Alas! my spirit cannot rest,
Till it is whole with Thee.

The spirit of an healthful mind:
For this I wait in pain,
This precious pearl I long to find,
And to be born again.

Spare me till I my strength of soul,
Till I Thy love, retrieve;
Till faith shall make my spirit whole,
And perfect soundness give.

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Faith to be heal'd Thou know'st I have,
From sin to be made clean;
Able Thou art from sin to save,
From all indwelling sin.

Surely Thou canst, I do not doubt,
Thou wilt Thyself impart,
The bond-woman's base son cast out,
And take up all my heart.

I shall my ancient strength renew;
Thy excellence Divine
(If Thou art good, if Thou art true)
Throughout my soul shall shine.

I shall, a weak and helpless worm,
Through Jesus strengthening me,
Impossibilities perform,
And live from sinning free.

For this in steadfast hope I wait:
Now, Lord, my soul restore;
Now the new heavens and earth create,
And I shall sin no more.

THE THINGS WHICH ARE IMPOSSIBLE WITH MEN ARE POSSIBLE TO GOD.

[Luke xviii. 27.]

What a mystery am I,
A mystery of sin,
Full of all iniquity,
Unholy and unclean!

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Every thought of all our hearts
Only evil always is;
Now I know my inward parts
Are very wickedness.

Stripp'd of every boasted grace,
Of every show of good,
Still I am but what I was,
Unchanged and unrenew'd.
Dust and ashes is my name;
Sinful dust and ashes, I,
Bearing all my sin and shame,
At Jesu's feet I lie.

From a thing like me unclean,
A clean and holy thing
Who of all the sons of men
Can ever hope to bring?
All our strife at last must cease,
All our strength and wisdom fail;
Such a work we must confess
With man impossible.

But shall human weakness dare
To limit strength Divine;
Teach almighty Wisdom where
To lay the measuring line?
Yes; we give our God the lie,
Trample on the' all-cleansing blood;
From all sin to save, we cry,
This is too hard for God.

Still we listen to our foe,
His other gospel hear:
“No perfection is below;
No love that casts out fear:

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Fear and sin must still remain,
Still in you maintain their seat;
Sin sometimes will always reign,
And force you to submit.”

Soon as Satan gives the word,
His advocates for sin
Witness with their lying lord,—
“Ye never can be clean
From all sin, while here below;
Do not you the word receive;
God's own word may tell you so,
But do not you believe!”

Flesh and blood cry out amain:
“It cannot, cannot be!
All my faith and hope is vain,
From sin to be set free;
I with only evil fraught,
Full of desperate wickedness,
I who sin in every thought,
Can I from sinning cease?”

World, and sin, and Satan, go
And ask my faithful Lord;
Surely I the truth shall know,
For He hath spoke the word:
Whether every perfect one
Shall not as his Master be,
Thou shalt shortly make it known,
Shalt answer, Lord, for me.

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LET GOD BE TRUE, AND EVERY MAN A LIAR.

[Romans iii. 4.]

God of all power, and truth, and love,
I act my faith on Thee,
Expect Thy promises to prove
Accomplish'd all in me.

In hope believing against hope,
Thy faithfulness I plead;
Assured that Thou shalt lift me up,
And make me free indeed.

Thou shalt on me Thy Spirit pour,
And make the sinner clean;
In confidence I wait the hour
When I shall cease from sin.

I trust that to the life Divine
Thou wilt my soul restore,
And I shall in Thine image shine,
And I shall sin no more.

Though Satan all Thy truths deny,
He shall no more deceive;
I cannot give my God the lie,
For I shall surely live.

Though men blaspheme the liberty,
The power they never knew,
Let every man a liar be,
So God alone be true.

Though nature fail, and flesh and blood
Would from the promise start,
God shall His word accomplish, God
Is greater than my heart.

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Through unbelief I stagger not;
Though now my soul is dead,
Quicken'd in Christ, from every thought
Of sin I shall be freed.

I shall be perfected in love;
For Thou hast spoke the word,
The servant cannot be above,
But shall be as, his Lord.

The glory of Thy truth and grace
To Thee, O God, I give;
The vilest of the sinful race,
I without sin shall live.

THY WILL BE DONE IN EARTH, AS IT IS IN HEAVEN.

[Matthew vi. 10.]

Jesu, the Life, the Truth, the Way,
In whom I now believe,
As taught by Thee, in faith I pray,
Expecting to receive.

Thy will by me on earth be done
As by the choirs above,
Who always see Thee on Thy throne,
And glory in Thy love.

I ask in confidence the grace
That I may do Thy will
As angels who behold Thy face,
And all Thy words fulfil.

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Surely I shall, the sinner I,
Shall serve Thee without fear;
My heart no longer gives the lie
To my deceitful prayer.

Thee I shall serve without constraint,
Shall every moment please:
Those blessed spirits never faint,
Nor from Thy service cease.

When Thou the work of faith hast wrought
I shall be pure within,
Nor sin in deed, or word, or thought;
For angels never sin.

From Thee no more shall I depart,
No more unfaithful prove,
But love Thee with a constant heart;
For angels always love.

Tell me no more it cannot be,
Ye sons of earth and hell;
The things impossible to me
To God are possible.

The world of liars and their god
In vain deny Thee, Lord;
I listen not to flesh and blood,
I hearken to Thy word.

The thing for which thou bidd'st me pray
Thou promisest to give;
And I shall perfectly obey,
I without sin shall live.

I all Thy holy will shall prove;
I, a weak sinful worm,
When Thee with all my heart I love,
Shall all Thy law perform.

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The graces of my second birth
To me shall all be given;
And I shall do Thy will on earth
As angels do in heaven.

THE WORD OF OUR GOD SHALL STAND FOR EVER.

[Isaiah xl. 8.]

Prisoners of hope, lift up your heads;
The day of liberty draws near;
Jesus, who on the serpent treads,
Shall soon in your behalf appear:
The Lord shall to His temple come;
Prepare your hearts to make Him room.

We all shall find, (whom in His word
Himself hath caused to put our trust,)
The Father of our dying Lord
Is ever to His promise just;
Faithful, if we our sins confess,
To cleanse from all unrighteousness.

Lord, we confess our sins to Thee;
In sin we were conceived and born:
Plunged in the depth of misery,
We never can to Thee return,
Till Thou our fallen souls convert,
And give the new, believing heart.

Now, if Thou canst, withhold the grace
From sinners hungry, mournful, poor,
Who ask Thy love, who seek Thy face,
Who ever knock at mercy's door,

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At Jesu's feet who humbly lie,
Resolved at Jesu's feet to die.

Yes, Lord, we must believe Thee kind,
Thou never canst unfaithful prove;
Surely we shall Thy mercy find;
Who ask, shall all receive Thy love;
Nor canst Thou it to me deny;
I ask, the chief of sinners, I!

'Tis done; my prayer hath pierced the skies,
Hath reach'd my gracious Father's ear;
He hears, He answers to my cries;
My God shall in my heart appear;
He hath to me a token given—
This inward peace, this taste of heaven.

Wherefore of Him I make my boast,
I triumph in His truth and grace,
I in His faithful mercies trust,
I shall with joy behold His face,
I shall be soon His fix'd abode—
A temple of the living God.

O ye of fearful hearts, be strong!
Your downcast hands and eyes lift up!
Ye shall not be forgotten long;
Hope to the end, in Jesus hope!
Tell Him ye wait His grace to prove,
And cannot fail, if God is love!

Prisoners of hope, be strong, be bold;
Cast off your doubts, disdain to fear!
Dare to believe; on Christ lay hold!
Wrestle with Christ in mighty prayer;
Tell Him, We will not let Thee go
Till we Thy name, Thy nature know.

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Hast Thou not died to purge our sin,
And rose, Thy death for us to plead;
To write Thy law of love within
Our hearts, and make us free indeed?
That we our Eden might regain,
Thou diedst, and couldst not die in vain.

Lord, we believe, and wait the hour
Which all Thy great salvation brings;
The Spirit of love, and health, and power
Shall come, and make us priests and kings;
Thou wilt perform Thy faithful word,—
The servant shall be as his Lord.

The promise stands for ever sure,
And we shall in Thine image shine,
Partakers of a nature pure,
Holy, angelical, Divine;
In Spirit joined to Thee the Son,
As Thou art with Thy Father one.

Faithful and True, we now receive
The promise ratified by Thee:
To Thee the when and how we leave,
In time and in eternity;
We only hang upon Thy word,—
The servant shall be as his Lord.

ZECHARIAH IV. 7, &c.

O great mountain, who art thou,
Immense, immovable?
High as heaven aspires thy brow,
Thy foot sinks deep as hell!

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Thee, alas! I long have known,
Long have felt thee fix'd within;
Still beneath thy weight I groan:
Thou art Indwelling Sin.

Thou art darkness in my mind,
Perverseness in my will;
Love inordinate and blind,
Which always cleaves to ill;
Every passion's wild excess,
Anger, lust, and pride thou art;
Self, and sin, and sinfulness,
And unbelief of heart.

Not by human might or power
Canst thou be moved from hence;
But thou shalt flow down before
Divine Omnipotence:
My Zerubbabel is near;
I have not believed in vain:
Thou, when Jesus doth appear,
Shalt sink into a plain.

Christ, the Head, the Corner-Stone,
Shall be brought forth in me:
Glory be to Christ alone!
His grace shall set me free:
I shall shout my Saviour's name;
Him I evermore shall praise,
All the work of grace proclaim,
Of sanctifying grace.

Christ hath the foundation laid,
And Christ shall build me up;
Surely I shall soon be made
Partaker of my hope:

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Author of my faith He is,
He its Finisher shall be;
Perfect love shall seal me His
To all eternity.

THE SAME.

[O great mountain, who art thou]

O great mountain, who art thou,
That darest my God defy?
Thou shalt tremble, stoop, and bow,
When Jesus but draws nigh:
When He to my heart comes in,
Thou shalt there no longer be;
From that hour, Indwelling Sin,
Thou hast no place in me.

As a grain of mustard-seed
If faith in Christ I have,
From all sin I shall be freed;
I know my Lord will save
Me from all iniquity;
Faith shall move the mountain load,
Cast it out into the sea
Of His all-cleansing blood.

Who hath slighted or contemn'd
The day of feeble things?
I shall be by grace redeem'd,
'Tis grace salvation brings:
Ready now my Saviour stands;
Him I now rejoice to see
With the plummet in His hands,
To build and finish me.

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I right early shall awake,
And see the perfect day;
Soon the Lamb of God shall take
My inbred sin away:
When to me my Lord shall come,
Sin for ever shall depart;
Jesus takes up all the room
In a believing heart.

Son of God, arise, arise,
And to Thy temple come;
Look, and with Thy flaming eyes
The Man of Sin consume;
Slay him with Thy Spirit, Lord,
Reign Thou in my heart alone;
Speak the sanctifying word,
And seal me all Thine own.

WAITING FOR THE PROMISE.

Drooping soul, shake off thy fears;
Fearful soul, be strong, be bold;
Tarry till the Lord appears,
Never, never quit thy hold!
Murmur not at His delay,
Dare not set thy God a time,
Calmly for His coming stay,
Leave it, leave it all to Him.

Fainting soul, be bold, be strong;
Wait the leisure of thy Lord:
Though it seem to tarry long,
True and faithful is His word.

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On His word my soul I cast;
(He cannot Himself deny;)
Surely it shall speak at last;
It shall speak, and shall not lie.

Every one that seeks shall find;
Every one that asks shall have;
Christ, the Saviour of mankind,
Willing, able, all to save:
I shall His salvation see;
I in faith on Jesus call;
I from sin shall be set free,
Perfectly set free from all.

Lord, my time is in Thine hand;
Weak and helpless as I am,
Surely Thou canst make me stand:
I believe in Jesu's name;
Saviour, in temptation Thou,
Thou hast saved me heretofore;
Thou from sin dost save me now,
Thou shalt save me evermore.

Wherefore should I doubt the grace
Which I every moment prove?
Sin and Satan must give place,
Both must yield to stronger love.
Sin and Satan rage their hour;
But Thou all-sufficient art,
Thou art infinite in power,
Thou art greater than my heart.

Gladly therefore will I boast
Of my soul's infirmities;
I a sinner, helpless, lost,
I cannot from sinning cease;

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Yet the power on me doth rest,
Now it doth from sin secure;
When it sinks into my breast,
Pure I am as God is pure.

THE SAME.

[O Jesu, full of truth and grace]

O Jesu, full of truth and grace,
O all-atoning Lamb of God,
I wait to see Thy lovely face,
I seek redemption through Thy blood.

In Thee, who hast redeem'd of old
Mine and the souls of all mankind,
Though once to sin and Satan sold,
Surely I shall redemption find.

Hold of Thy righteousness I take;
Thou hast exchanged it for my sin;
Thy spotless soul as hell seem'd black,
That mine through Thee might all be clean.

Thou, Lord, for me a sinner made,
Hast robb'd me of my curse and pain,
Hast died and suffer'd in my stead,
That I through Thee might live and reign.

Now in Thy strength I strive with Thee,
My Friend and Advocate with God;
Give me the sinless liberty,
Give me the purchase of Thy blood.

Thou art the anchor of my hope,
The faithful saying I receive;
Surely Thy death shall raise me up,
For Thou hast died that I may live.

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Live without sin! If God is true
I thus shall serve Him all my days,
Shall apprehend whom I pursue,
And justly triumph in His grace.

Satan, with all his arts, no more
Me from the Gospel's hope can move;
I shall receive the' almighty power,
And find the pearl of perfect love.

Though all the advocates for sin
Assert their heathenish liberty,
If Jesu's blood can wash me clean
Sin shall not always dwell in me.

Though nature gives my God the lie,
I all His truth and grace shall know;
I shall, a sinless sinner, I
Shall perfect holiness below.

My flesh, which cries, It cannot be,
Shall silence keep before the Lord;
And earth, and hell, and sin shall flee
At Jesu's everlasting word.

THE SAME.

[O the cruel power of sin]

O the cruel power of sin,
How long shall it endure?
When, O when shall I be clean,
And pure as God is pure?
From the dead with Jesus rise,
Be in all His blessing blest,
Gain my calling's glorious prize,
And enter into rest?

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O might I this moment cease
From every work of mine;
Find the perfect holiness,
The righteousness Divine;
Righteousness which never ends:
In himself who feels it wrought,
He no more his God offends
In deed, or word, or thought.

Unto this thrice happy state
O how shall I attain?
All my time for this I wait,
And cannot wait in vain;
I shall Thy salvation see,
I shall do Thy perfect will,
Live in glorious liberty,
And all Thy fulness feel.

O cut short the work, and make
Me now a creature new;
For Thy truth and mercy's sake,
The gracious wonder show:
Call me forth Thy witness, Lord;
Let my life declare Thy power;
Born of God, renew'd, restored,
O let me sin no more.

Fain would I the truth proclaim
That makes me free indeed,
Glorify my Saviour's name,
And all its virtues spread:
Jesus all our wants relieves;
Jesus, mighty to redeem,
Saves, and to the utmost saves,
All those that come to Him.

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Jesu, lo! I come to Thee,
And wait to be sent forth;
If Thy Spirit send forth me,
A worm shall shake the earth;
I shall Thy great name declare,
Spread Thy victories abroad,
Be the weapons of Thy war,
The battle-axe of God.

Perfect then Thy mighty power
In a weak, sinful worm;
All my sins destroy, devour,
And all my soul transform:
Now apply Thy Spirit's seal;
O come quickly from above,
Empty me of self, and fill
With all the life of love.

THE SAME.

[Lord, I glorify Thy grace]

Lord, I glorify Thy grace,
Thy truth, and saving power,
Waiting to behold Thy face
And live in sin no more:
I shall fully be renew'd,
All Thy promises receive;
Spite of hell, and flesh, and blood,
I dare at last believe.

Can the Ethiop change his skin,
His spots the leopard lose?
Then may I, inured to sin,
The path of virtue choose.

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Surely in Thy strength I may;
At Thy word it shall be so,
I shall from my heart obey,
I shall be white as snow.

I have not believed in vain,
The word of faith is sure:
How should sin in me remain,
When Jesus saith, “Be pure,
Perfect as your Father is”?
Father, is there sin in Thee?
Thou art mine, with all Thy bliss,
When Jesus lives in me.

Mine is wisdom, power is mine,
When Christ is in my heart:
Thou, O Christ, art power Divine,
Wisdom Divine Thou art!
Soon as Thee my spirit feels,
Sin no more hath place in me;
Then in me all fulness dwells:
All fulness dwells in Thee.

DESIRING TO LOVE.

PART I.

Thee, Jesu, Thee, the sinner's Friend,
I follow on to apprehend,
Renew the glorious strife;
Divinely confident and bold,
With faith's strong arm on Thee lay hold,
Thee, my eternal life.

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Tell me, O Lord, if Thine I am,
Tell me Thy new, mysterious name,
Or Thou shalt never move;
No, never will I let Thee go,
Till I Thy name, Thy nature know,
And feel that God is love.

I feel that I have power with God;
(Thou only hast the power bestow'd,
And arm'd me for the fight;)
A prince, through Thee invincible,
I pray, and wrestle, and prevail,
And conquer in Thy might.

Thy heart, I know, Thy tender heart
Doth in my sorrows feel its part,
And at my tears relent;
My powerful sighs Thou canst not bear,
Nor stand the violence of my prayer,
My prayer omnipotent.

Give me the grace, the love I claim;
Thy Spirit now demands Thy name,
Thou know'st the Spirit's will:
He helps my soul's infirmity,
And strongly intercedes for me
With groans unspeakable.

Answer, dear Lord, Thy Spirit's groan;
O make to me Thy nature known,
Thy hidden name impart;
(Thy title is with Thee the same;)
Tell me Thy nature, and Thy name,
And write it on my heart.

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Prisoner of hope, to Thee I turn,
And, calmly confident, I mourn,
And pray, and weep for Thee;
Tell me Thy love, Thy secret tell;
Thy mystic name in me reveal,
Reveal Thyself in me.

Descend, pass by me, and proclaim,
O Lord of Hosts, Thy glorious name,—
The Lord, the gracious Lord,
Long-suffering, merciful, and kind,
The God who always bears in mind
His everlasting word:

Plenteous He is in truth and grace;
He wills that all the fallen race
Should turn, repent, and live;
His pardoning grace for all is free;
Transgression, sin, iniquity
He freely doth forgive.

Mercy He doth for thousands keep:
He goes and seeks the one lost sheep,
And brings His wanderer home;
And every soul that sheep might be:
Come then, dear Lord, and gather me,
My Jesus, quickly come.

Take me into Thy people's rest;
O come, and with my sole request,
My one desire, comply:
Make me partaker of my hope;
Then bid me get me quickly up,
And on Thy bosom die.

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PART II.

Come, Lord, and help me to rejoice
In hope that I shall hear Thy voice,
Shall one day see my God;
Shall cease from all my sin and strife,
Handle and taste the word of life,
And feel the sprinkled blood.

I shall not always make my moan,
Or worship Thee a God unknown;
But I shall live to prove
Thy people's rest, Thy saints' delight,
The length, and breadth, and depth, and height
Of all-redeeming love.

I cannot love Thee little, Lord,
Whenever by Thy grace restored
I taste how good Thou art:
Much I shall love, or not at all;
Forgiven much, I surely shall
Love Thee with all my heart.

O glorious hope of perfect love!
It lifts me up to things above,
It bears on eagle's wings;
It gives my ravish'd soul a taste,
And makes me for some moments feast
With Jesu's priests and kings.

Rejoicing now in earnest hope,
I stand, and from the mountain-top
See all the land below;
Rivers of milk and honey rise,
And all the fruits of paradise
In endless plenty grow:

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A land of corn, and wine, and oil,
Favour'd with God's peculiar smile,
With every blessing blest;
There dwells the Lord our Righteousness,
And keeps His own in perfect peace
And everlasting rest.

O that I might at once go up,
No more on this side Jordan stop,
But now the land possess;
This moment end my legal years,
Sorrows, and sins, and doubts, and fears,
An howling wilderness!

Now, O my Joshua, bring me in,
Cast out my foes; the inbred sin,
The carnal mind, remove;
The purchase of Thy death divide;
And O, with all the sanctified
Give me a lot of love.

TITUS II. 14.

“Who gave Himself for us, that He might redeem us from all iniquity.”

Jesu, Redeemer of mankind,
How little art Thou known
By sinners of a carnal mind,
Who claim Thee for their own;

Who blasphemously call Thee Lord,
With lips and hearts unclean;
But make Thee, while they slight Thy word,
The Minister of sin;

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Who madly plead for sin's remains,
While, full of slavish fears,
They fancy Thou hast purged their stains,
And falsely call Thee theirs!

O wretched man, who dares divide
The pardon and the peace!
In vain for thee the Saviour died,
Unless He seal thee His.

O wretched man, from guilt to dream
Thy harden'd conscience freed!
When Jesus doth a soul redeem
He makes it free indeed.

The guilt and power, with all thy art,
Can never be disjoin'd;
Nor will God bid the guilt depart,
And leave the power behind.

Faith, when it comes, breaks every chain,
And makes us truly free;
But Christ hath died for thee in vain,
Unless He lives in thee.

What is redemption in His blood,
But liberty within—
A liberty to serve my God,
And to eschew my sin?

What is our calling's glorious hope,
But inward holiness?
For this to Jesus I look up,
I calmly wait for this.

I wait till He shall touch me clean,
Shall life and power impart,
Give me a faith that roots out sin
And purifies my heart.

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This is the dear redeeming grace,
For every sinner free;
Surely it shall on me take place,
The chief of sinners, me.

From all iniquity, from all,
He shall my soul redeem;
In Jesus I believe, and shall
Believe myself to Him.

When Jesus makes my soul His home,
My sin shall all depart;
And, lo! He saith, “I quickly come,
To cleanse and fill thy heart!”

Be it according to Thy word!
Redeem me from all sin;
My heart would now receive Thee, Lord;
Come in, my Lord, come in!

DEUTERONOMY XXXIII. 26, &c.

None is like Jeshurun's God,
So great, so strong, so high;
Lo! He spreads His wings abroad,
He rides upon the sky:
Israel, His first-born son,
God, the' eternal God, is thine;
See Him in thy help come down,
The Excellence Divine.

Thee the great Jehovah deigns
To succour and defend;
Thee the' eternal God sustains,
Thy Maker and thy Friend:

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Sinner, what hast thou to dread?
Safe from all impending harms,
God hath underneath thee spread
His everlasting arms.

God is thine; disdain to fear
The enemy within:
God shall in thy flesh appear,
And make an end of sin:
God the man of sin shall slay,
Fill thee with triumphant joy;
God shall thrust him out, and say,
“Destroy them all, destroy!”

All the struggle then is o'er,
And wars and fightings cease;
Israel then shall sin no more,
But dwell in perfect peace:
All his enemies are gone;
Sin shall have in him no part;
Israel now shall dwell alone,
With Jesus in his heart.

In a land of corn and wine
His lot shall be below;
Comforts there and blessings join,
And milk and honey flow:
Jacob's well is in his soul;
Gracious dew his heavens distil,
Fill his spirit already full,
And shall for ever fill.

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Blest, O Israel, art thou;
What people is like thee?
Saved from sin by Jesus now
Thou art, and still shalt be:
Jesus is thy seven-fold shield,
Jesus is thy flaming sword;
Earth, and hell, and sin shall yield
To God's almighty word.

God's almighty word shall stand;
Thine enemies shall fall,
Fade away at His command,
And sink and perish all:
Liars shall they all be found,
All who cried, “It cannot be
Sin should ever quit its ground,
And have no place in thee.”

Christ shall make thee free indeed
When He appears within;
Thou on self and pride shalt tread,
On all the strength of sin;
Thou shalt more than conquer it;
Thou shalt see it all depart,
See it dead beneath thy feet,
No longer in thy heart.

God, the gracious God and true,
Hath spoke the faithful word:
He the mighty work shall do;
Our trust is in the Lord;
He the mountain shall remove,
He the sinner shall restore,
He shall perfect me in love,
And I shall sin no more.

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MARK XI. 22, 23, 24.

Jesu, my trust is in Thy word,
Thy promise I receive;
It ever stands upon record,
And I in God believe.

Thy truth and faithfulness I own,
Which I shall fully prove;
Thy power shall all in me be shown,
Thine utmost power of love.

Such faith in God through Thee I have,
I shall be throughly clean;
Thou canst, Thou wilt the sinner save
From all his inbred sin.

Wherefore through Thee to sin I say,
This mountain in my heart,—
“Be thou removed far hence away,
For ever hence depart!

“No more in me thy being last,
Have thou no place in me;
In Jesu's name I say, Be cast,
Be cast into the sea!”

It shall be so: I do not doubt,
The mountain shall depart;
Sin shall be shortly all cast out
Of my believing heart.

Whate'er I ask I shall receive:
I ask the perfect power
That sin no more in me may live;
And it shall live no more.

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I have the things for which I pray
And fervently desire;
Jesu, take all my sins away,
Baptize me with Thy fire.

I ask that I may do Thy will
As angels do above;
I ask Thee all my soul to fill
With pure, seraphic love.

Whate'er I ask in faith I have,
As sure as God is true;
From all my sins Thou soon shalt save,
And all my soul renew.

Things most impossible shall be,
As sure as God is power;
And I shall quickly be in Thee,
And I shall sin no more.

Though heaven and earth away shall pass,
Thy promise cannot move;
And I shall taste the perfect grace,
As sure as God is love!

ROMANS IV. 16, &c.

Father of Jesus Christ,—my Lord,
My Saviour, and my Head,—
I trust in Thee, whose powerful word
Hath raised Him from the dead.

Thou know'st for my offence He died,
And rose again for me,
Fully and freely justified
That I might live to Thee.

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Eternal life to all mankind
Thou hast in Jesus given;
And all who seek in Him shall find
The happiness of heaven.

All nations of the earth are blest
In Him, who would restore
And take them all into His rest,
And bid them sin no more.

O God, Thy record I receive,
In Abraham's footsteps tread,
And wait, expecting to receive
The Christ, the promised Seed.

The word is now gone forth from Thee,
It must, it must be done;
My Jesus shall be form'd in me,
And I shall have a Son.

Faith in Thy power Thou seest I have,
For Thou this faith hast wrought;
Dead souls Thou callest from their grave,
And speakest worlds from nought.

Things that are not, as though they were,
Thou callest by their name;
Present with Thee the future are,
With Thee the great I AM.

In hope, against all human hope,
Self-desperate, I believe;
Thy quickening word shall raise me up,
Thou shalt Thy Spirit give.

According to Thy faithful word
It shall to me be done;
And I shall soon receive my Lord,
And I shall have a Son.

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Regardless now of flesh and blood,
Of my forlorn estate,
I own my soul is dead to God,
Yet for the word I wait.

I count not now the tedious years
I have been dead in sin,
But calmly wait till Christ appears,
Till Jesus lives within.

The thing surpasses all my thought;
But faithful is my Lord,
Through unbelief I stagger not,
For God hath spoke the word.

Faith, mighty faith, the promise sees,
And looks to that alone,
Laughs at impossibilities,
And cries, It shall be done.

To Thee the glory of Thy power
And faithfulness I give;
I shall in Christ, at that glad hour,
And Christ in me shall live.

Before Thee I my heart persuade,
I know that Thou art true,
Fully assured what Thou hast said
Thou able art to do.

Thy truth, and power, and love I plead,
On this I rest secure;
To all of faithful Abraham's seed
The gracious word is sure.

Thy Son Thou hast on all bestow'd,
That all who Him receive
Might die to sin, and live to God,
To God alone might live.

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I, even I, believe in Him,
Him with my mouth confess;
And faith I know in Thy esteem
Is counted righteousness.

Obedient faith, that waits on Thee,
Thou never wilt reprove;
But thou wilt form Thy Son in me,
And perfect me in love.

FIGHT THE GOOD FIGHT OF FAITH.

[1 Timothy vi. 12.]

Jesu, my King, to Thee I bow;
Enlisted under Thy command,
Captain of my salvation, Thou
Shalt lead me to the promised land.

Thou hast a great deliverance wrought,
The staff from off my shoulder broke,
Out of the house of bondage brought,
And freed me from the' Egyptian yoke.

Thine outstretch'd arm was bared for me,
For me by earth and hell pursued;
Thy outstretch'd arm through the Red Sea
Brought, and baptized me in Thy blood.

O'er the vast howling wilderness
To Canaan's bounds Thou hast me led;
Thou bidd'st me now the land possess,
And on Thy milk and honey feed.

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I see an open door of hope;
(Legions of sins in vain oppose;)
Bold I with Thee, my Head, march up,
And triumph o'er a world of foes.

Gigantic lusts come forth to fight;
I mark, disdain, and all subdue,
I tread them down in Jesu's might,
Through Jesus I can all things do.

Lo! the tall sons of Anak rise;
Who can the sons of Anak meet?
Captain, to Thee I lift mine eyes;
And lo! they fall beneath my feet.

Passion, and appetite, and pride
(Pride, my old, dreadful, tyrant foe)
I see cast down on every side,
And conquering I to conquer go.

My Lord in my behalf appears:—
Captain, Thy strength-inspiring eye
Scatters my doubts, dispels my fears,
And makes the hosts of aliens fly.

Who can before my Captain stand?
Who is so great a King as mine?
High over all is Thy right hand,
And might and majesty are Thine.

Jesu, my soul takes hold on Thee,
I arm me with Thy Spirit's might;
Humbly assured of victory,
I underneath Thy banner fight.

Thy Spirit lifts the standard up,
When as a flood the foe pours in;
I see the cross, hold fast my hope,
Believe, and more than conquer sin.

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With holy indignation fill'd,
When by the prince of hell withstood,
Firm I resist; I grasp my shield,
And quench his fiery darts with blood.

Single, a thousand foes I chase,
I turn and blast them with my eyes;
Trembles the world before my face,
Their prince with all his legions flies.

Having done all, by faith I stand,
And give the praise, O Lord, to Thee;
Thine holy arm, Thine own right hand
Hath got Thyself the victory.

Wherefore to Thee my soul I raise,
My soul in Thee securely boasts,
Exults, and glories in Thy praise,
And triumphs in the Lord of Hosts.

Wisdom, and power, and strength, and might
Thou, Lord, art worthy to receive;
Honour and riches are Thy right,
And blessings more than earth can give.

Help us to praise our glorious King,
Ye church of the first-born above;
Let angels and archangels sing
The triumphs of all-conquering love.

Let earth and all her fulness still
Rejoice His greatness to proclaim,
And everlasting praises fill
The heaven of heavens with Jesu's name.

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I AM DETERMINED TO KNOW NOTHING SAVE JESUS CHRIST, AND HIM CRUCIFIED.

[1 Corinthians ii. 2.]

Vain, delusive world, adieu,
With all of creature good!
Only Jesus I pursue,
Who bought me with His blood:
All thy pleasures I forego,
I trample on thy wealth and pride:
Only Jesus will I know,
And Jesus crucified.

Other knowledge I disdain,
'Tis all but vanity;
Christ, the Lamb of God, was slain,
He tasted death for me;
Me to save from endless woe
The all-atoning Victim died;
Only Jesus, &c.

Turning to my rest again,
The Saviour I adore;
He relieves my grief and pain,
And bids me weep no more;
Rivers of salvation flow
From out His head, His hands, His side;
Only Jesus, &c.

Here will I set up my rest;
My fluctuating heart
From the haven of Thy breast
Shall never more depart:

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Whither should a sinner go?
His wounds for me stand open wide;
Only Jesus, &c.

What though all I am is sin?
Sin cannot break my peace,
Here is blood to wash me clean
From all unrighteousness;
This shall make me white as snow,
On this for all things I confide;
Only Jesus, &c.

What though earth and hell engage
To shake my soul with fear,
Calmly I defy the rage
Of persecution near;
Suffering faith shall brighter glow,
As gold when in the furnace tried;
Only Jesus, &c.

Him to know is life and peace
And pleasure without end;
This is all my happiness,
On Jesus to depend,
Daily in His grace to grow,
And ever in His faith abide;
Only Jesus, &c.

O that I could all invite
This saving truth to prove!
Show the length, and breadth, and height,
And depth of Jesu's love!
Fain I would to sinners show
The blood which all may feel applied;
Only Jesus, &c.

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Him in all my works I seek,
Who hung upon the tree;
Only of His love I speak
Who freely died for me:
While I sojourn here below,
Of nothing will I think beside;
Only Jesus will I know,
And Jesus crucified.

THE SAME.

[Let the world their virtue boast]

Let the world their virtue boast,
Their works of righteousness;
I, a wretch undone and lost,
Am freely saved by grace:
Other title I disclaim,
This, only this, is all my plea;
I the chief of sinners am,
But Jesus died for me!

Let the stronger sons of God
Their liberty assert,
Justly glory in the blood
That made them pure in heart:
I am full of guilt and shame,
My heart as black as hell I see;
I the chief, &c.

Happy they whose joys abound
Like Jordan's swelling stream,
Who their heaven in Christ have found,
And give the praise to Him;
Let them triumph in His name,
Enjoy their full felicity:
I the chief, &c.

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Blest are they, entirely blest,
Who can in Him rejoice,
Lean on His belovèd breast,
And hear the Bridegroom's voice:
Meanest follower of the Lamb,
His steps I at a distance see;
I the chief, &c.

Outward comforts have I none,
Or sensible delight;
Joy is to my soul unknown,
My day is turn'd to night:
But my God is still the same,
No shade of change in Him can be;
I the chief, &c.

I, like Gideon's fleece, am found
Unwater'd still and dry,
While the dew on all around
Falls plenteous from the sky:
Yet my Lord I cannot blame,
The Saviour's grace for all is free;
I the chief, &c.

Still I see His unfelt grace
Descending from above,
But can neither pray nor praise,
Nor fear my God, nor love:
Yet He suffer'd to redeem
My soul from all iniquity;
I the chief, &c.

Surely He will lift me up,
For I of Him have need;
I cannot give up my hope,
Though I am cold and dead;

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To bring fire on earth He came;
O that it now might kindled be!
I the chief, &c.

Jesu, Thou for me hast died,
And Thou in me wilt live;
I shall feel Thy death applied,
I shall Thy life receive:
Yet, when melted in the flame
Of love, this shall be all my plea,—
I the chief of sinners am,
But Jesus died for me!

PLEADING THE PROMISE OF SANCTIFICATION.

Ezekiel xxxvi. 23, &c.

God of all power, and truth, and grace,
Which shall from age to age endure,
Whose word, when heaven and earth shall pass,
Remains, and stands for ever sure:

Calmly to Thee my soul looks up,
And waits Thy promises to prove,
The object of my steadfast hope,
The seal of Thine eternal love.

That I Thy mercy may proclaim,
That all mankind Thy truth may see,
Hallow Thy great and glorious name,
And perfect holiness in me.

Chose from the world if now I stand
Adorn'd in righteousness Divine,
If brought into the promised land
I justly call the Saviour mine,—

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Perform the work Thou hast begun,
My inmost soul to Thee convert,
Love me, for ever love Thine own,
And sprinkle with Thy blood my heart.

Thy sanctifying Spirit pour,
To quench my thirst and wash me clean;
Now, Father, let the gracious shower
Descend, and make me pure from sin.

Purge me from every sinful blot,
My idols all be cast aside;
Cleanse me from every evil thought,
From all the filth of self and pride.

Give me a new a perfect heart,
From doubt, and fear, and sorrow free;
The mind which was in Christ impart,
And let my spirit cleave to Thee.

O take this heart of stone away,
(Thy sway it doth not, cannot own,)
In me no longer let it stay;
O take away this heart of stone.

The hatred of the carnal mind
Out of my flesh at once remove;
Give me a tender heart, resign'd,
And pure, and full of faith and love.

Within me Thy good Spirit place,
Spirit of health, and love, and power;
Plant in me Thy victorious grace,
And sin shall never enter more.

Cause me to walk in Christ my Way;
And I Thy statutes shall fulfil,
In every point Thy law obey,
And perfectly perform Thy will.

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Hast Thou not said, who canst not lie,
That I Thy law shall keep and do?
Lord, I believe, though men deny;
They all are false, but Thou art true.

O that I now, from sin released,
Thy word might to the utmost prove!
Enter into the promised rest,
The Canaan of Thy perfect love.

There let me ever, ever dwell;
Be Thou my God, and I will be
Thy servant: O set to Thy seal;
Give me eternal life in Thee.

From all remaining filth within
Let me in Thee salvation have;
From actual and from inbred sin
My ransom'd soul persist to save.

Wash out my deep original stain—
Tell me no more it cannot be,
Demons or men! The Lamb was slain,
His blood was all pour'd out for me.

Sprinkle it, Jesu, on my heart!
One drop of Thine all-cleansing blood
Shall make my sinfulness depart,
And fill me with the life of God.

Father, supply my every need;
Sustain the life Thyself hast given:
Call for the never-failing Bread,
The manna that comes down from heaven.

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The gracious fruits of righteousness,
Thy blessings' unexhausted store,
In me abundantly increase,
Nor let me ever hunger more.

Let me no more, in deep complaint.
My leanness, O my leanness! cry;
Alone consumed with pining want,
Of all my Father's children, I!

The painful thirst, the fond desire,
Thy joyous presence shall remove,
While my full soul doth still require
Thy whole eternity of love.

Holy, and true, and righteous Lord,
I wait to prove Thy perfect will;
Be mindful of Thy gracious word,
And stamp me with Thy Spirit's seal.

Thy faithful mercies let me find,
In which Thou causest me to trust;
Give me the meek and lowly mind,
And lay my spirit in the dust.

Show me how foul my heart hath been,
When all renew'd by grace I am;
When Thou hast emptied me of sin,
Show me the fulness of my shame.

Open my faith's interior eye;
Display Thy glory from above,
And all I am shall sink and die,
Lost in astonishment and love.

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Confound, o'erpower me with Thy grace;
I would be by myself abhorr'd.
(All might, all majesty, all praise,
All glory be to Christ my Lord!)

Now let me gain perfection's height;
Now let me into nothing fall,
Be less than nothing in Thy sight,
And feel that Christ is all in all.

BEHOLD THE MAN!

Arise, my soul, arise;
Shake off thy guilty fears;
The bleeding Sacrifice
In my behalf appears;
Before the throne my Surety stands,
My name is written on His hands.

He ever lives above
For me to intercede,
His all-redeeming love,
His precious blood, to plead;
His blood atoned for all our race,
And sprinkles now the throne of grace.

Five bleeding wounds He bears,
Received on Calvary;
They pour effectual prayers,
They strongly speak for me;
Forgive him, O forgive! they cry,
Nor let that ransom'd sinner die!

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The Father hears Him pray,
His dear Anointed One,
He cannot turn away
The presence of His Son;
His Spirit answers to the blood,
And tells me I am born of God.

My God is reconciled,
His pardoning voice I hear,
He owns me for His child;
I can no longer fear,
With confidence I now draw nigh,
And Father, Abba, Father, cry!

TITUS II. 11, &c.

We magnify the gift of God,
The common Saviour praise;
A talent is on all bestow'd,
A seed of saving grace.

To every soul it comes unsought,
To raise him from his fall;
To all it hath appear'd, and brought
Salvation unto all.

From all ungodliness and sin
It teaches us to fly,
Forbids to touch the thing unclean,
Or but in thought comply.

From every earthly low desire,
From every creature-love,
It calls, and bids our hearts aspire
And seek the things above.

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It teaches us, and not in vain,
All evil to eschew;
From every sin we now refrain,
And every good pursue.

Sober, and just, and godly here,
Whoe'er the grace receive,
With sin and Satan ever near,
A sinless life we live.

Our soul is changed, our heart is clean,
Our inward strife is o'er;
Here in this present world of sin
We live, and sin no more.

The power of godliness we show,
To carnal minds unknown,
And perfect holiness below,
And live to God alone.

Worthy, we walk with Him in white,
Holy and perfect here,
Till Christ with all His saints in light
Shall gloriously appear.

We look for that thrice blessed hope,
When time and death shall end,
And Christ, the Judge, to take us up,
Shall with a shout descend.

Jesus, the great tremendous God
Our Saviour, shall come down;
To all who conquer'd through His blood
He gives the starry crown:

That blood which He for all did shed,
To make us throughly clean,
To save, and make us free indeed
From every spot of sin.

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For this He hung upon the tree,
For this His life He gave;
Our souls from all iniquity,
Our ransom'd souls, to save.

A royal priesthood to ordain,
An holy, chosen seed;
And bring them to a perfect man,
And make them like their Head.

He died, that we to sin might die,
And live to God alone;
He died, our hearts to purify,
And make them all His own.

This is the dear, peculiar race,
The people doubly bought,
The' elect of God, who sought His face,
And found the God they sought.

Zealous of all good works they live,
And all good tempers show;
And still to God the glory give,
And live His life below.

This is the fellowship of saints:
I see it, Lord; I see
The grace which answers all our wants,
The grace which is for me.

The glorious prize I now pursue,
For full redemption wait;
And soon I shall attain unto
My primitive estate.

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Heaven I shall have within my breast,
Nor envy those above,
When taken into Jesu's rest
And perfected in love.

IT IS TIME FOR THEE, LORD, TO LAY TO THINE HAND: FOR THEY HAVE DESTROYED THY LAW.

[Psalm cxix. 126. P. B. V.]

Jesu, the Truth, the Way,
The Life, in us appear;
Thy glorious arm display,
And bring salvation near,—
The great salvation Thou hast wrought,
Above the reach of human thought.

Flesh, earth, and hell deny
The freedom of Thy sons;
And scornfully they cry,
“Where are the perfect ones?”
They dare Thee all Thy power to show,
“Thou canst not make us saints below.”

Answer their challenge, Lord;
Thy witnesses call forth,
Send out the quickening word,
Renew the face of earth;
Now the new heavens and earth create,
Restore us to our first estate.

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Lay to Thy mighty hand,
The work is worthy Thee:
A world of foes withstand,
And say, It cannot be,
We cannot full redemption have,
Thou canst not to the utmost save.

Arise, O jealous God,
Come quickly from above;
Thy law they have destroy'd,
The holy law of love,
The perfect law of liberty,
The law of life which is in Thee.

With Thee the potsherds strive,
They give their God the lie;
They teach, “We cannot live
And not with sin comply;”
Thy word of none effect they make:
Come, for Thy truth and mercy's sake.

Eternal God, come down
With Thy victorious cross,
Thy genuine gospel own,
Maintain Thy righteous cause,
No longer let Thy foes blaspheme;
Come, Jesu, mighty to redeem!

Thy controversy, Lord,
Do Thou Thyself decide;
And let Thy faithful word
Be to the utmost tried:
To Thee we make our bold appeal,
Declare the counsel of Thy will!

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Is it Thy will to save
Our souls from every sin?
Say, Jesu, wouldst Thou have
Thy righteousness brought in?
Us wouldst Thou wholly sanctify?
Or have we, Lord, believed a lie?

No, no, the witness cries!
“Ye shall as God be pure,
Whoe'er on Christ relies
To him the word is sure:”
And I, even I shall perfect be,
And Christ shall live His life in me.

Sin shall not always live,
Or in our flesh remain;
We did not, Lord, receive
The word of truth in vain:
The word of truth shall make us free,
The Spirit's cry is “Liberty!”

The acceptable year
Of Jesus is at hand;
Prisoners of hope, appear,
Go forth at His command,
And show yourselves from sin set free:
The Spirit's cry is “Liberty!”

We surely shall obtain
(When Jesus enters in)
A liberty from pain,
A liberty from sin;
We then shall more than conquerors be,
The Spirit's cry is “Liberty!”

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His call we now obey,
Our full consent we yield;
Man shall not tear away
Our anchor or our shield,
Us from the gospel hope cast down,
Subvert our faith or take our crown.

The sin-atoning blood
Its full effect shall have;
Whom it hath brought to God
It inwardly shall save,
From all iniquity release,
And 'stablish us in perfect peace.

The Holy One shall live,
And in our hearts abide;
To us a portion give
Among the sanctified;
We all shall say, “The work is done,
We all are perfected in One.”

HE THAT BELIEVETH SHALL NOT MAKE HASTE.

[Isaiah xxviii. 16.]

PART I.

Witness Divine, the Just and True,
Jesu, to us this promise seal,
Our haste of unbelief subdue,
And bid our fluttering hearts be still!

That power which stopp'd the mid-day sun,
Turn'd back the tide, and chain'd the sea,
Be in our rapid spirits shown,
And make us truly wait on Thee.

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Arrest our nature's headlong course,
(We would be poor, despised, forlorn,)
Baffle our skill, unnerve our force,
Our carnal confidence o'erturn.

Great Helper of the friendless Thou,
Thou Strengthener of the feeble knees,
O let our souls before Thee bow,
And sink into a sweet distress.

We cannot see without Thy light,
Without Thy light we would not see;
We have no wisdom, help, or might,
But Lord, our eyes are unto Thee.

O let us not presume to take
The matter out of Thy great hand:
Who can the Rock of Ages shake?
The sure Foundation still shall stand.

Let others rush with trembling haste,
With eager wrath Thy cause defend;
Our soul is on Thy promise cast,
And lo! we calmly wait the end.

Though we our hands do not lift up,
The tottering ark shall never fall;
It never shall to Dagon stoop:
Thy kingdom ruleth over all.

Steadfast our anchor is and sure,
It enters now within the veil;
Thy church, immovably secure,
Defies the powers of earth and hell.

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PART II.

Come, O Thou greater than our heart,
And make Thy faithful mercies known;
The mind which was in Thee impart,
Thy constant mind in us be shown.

From anger set our spirits free,
It worketh not Thy righteousness;
In patience let us wait on Thee,
And quietly our souls possess.

Jesu, to whose supreme command
All things in heaven, earth, hell, submit,
Upon us lay Thy mighty hand,
And self shall sink beneath Thy feet.

O let us by Thy cross abide,
Thee, only Thee, resolve to know,
The Lamb for sinners crucified,
A world to save from endless woe.

Take us into Thy people's rest,
And we from our own works shall cease;
With Thy meek Spirit arm our breast,
And keep our minds in perfect peace.

Lift up, and fix our steadfast eye
On Thee the Father's favourite Son,
Thee our Great Head, gone up on high,
Firm on Thine everlasting throne.

Though earth and hell Thy rule oppose,
The Lord is king, Messiah reigns;
Till Satan, sin, and all Thy foes,
And death, the last of all, be slain.

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Jesu, for this we calmly wait;
O let our eyes behold Thee near,
Hasten to make our heaven complete,
Appear, our glorious God, appear!

PART III.

Unchangeable Almighty Lord,
Our souls upon Thy truth we stay;
Accomplish now Thy faithful word,
And give, O give us all one way.

O let us all join hand in hand
Who seek redemption in Thy blood,
Fast in one mind and spirit stand,
And build the temple of our God.

Thou only canst our wills control,
Our wild unruly passions bind,
Tame the old Adam in our soul,
And make us of one heart and mind.

Speak but the reconciling word,
The winds shall cease, the waves subside;
We all shall praise our common Lord,
Our Jesus, and Him crucified.

Giver of peace and unity,
Send down Thy mild pacific Dove;
We all shall then in one agree,
And breathe the Spirit of Thy love.

We all shall think and speak the same
Delightful lesson of Thy grace,
One undivided Christ proclaim,
And jointly glory in Thy praise.

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O let us take a softer mould;
Blended and gather'd into Thee,
Under one Shepherd make one fold,
Where all is love and harmony.

Regard Thine own eternal prayer,
And send a peaceful answer down;
To us Thy Father's name declare,
Unite and perfect us in one.

So shall the world believe and know
That God hath sent Thee from above,
When Thou art seen in us below,
And every soul displays Thy love.

PART IV.

The Lord is king, and earth submits,
Howe'er impatient, to His sway;
Between the cherubim He sits,
And makes His restless foes obey.

All power is to our Jesus given;
O'er earth's rebellious sons He reigns,
He mildly rules the hosts of heaven,
And holds the powers of hell in chains.

In vain doth Satan rage his hour,
Beyond his chain he cannot go;
Our Jesus shall stir up His power,
And soon avenge us of our foe.

Jesus shall His great arm reveal,
Jesus, the woman's conquering Seed,
(Though now the serpent bruise His heel,)
Jesus shall bruise the serpent's head.

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The enemy his tares hath sown:
But Christ shall shortly root them up,
Shall cast the dire accuser down,
And disappoint his children's hope;

Shall still the proud Philistine's noise,
Baffle the sons of unbelief,
Nor long permit them to rejoice,
But turn their triumph into grief.

Come, glorious Lord, the rebels spurn;
Scatter Thy foes, victorious King!
And Gath and Askelon shall mourn,
And all the sons of God shall sing,

Shall magnify the sovereign grace
Of Him that sits upon the throne,
And earth and heaven conspire to praise
Jehovah, and His conquering Son.

THE LORD'S PRAYER PARAPHRASED.

Father of all, whose powerful voice
Call'd forth this universal frame,
Whose mercies over all rejoice,
Through endless ages still the same;
Thou by Thy word upholdest all,
Thy bounteous love to all is show'd,
Thou hear'st Thy every creature's call,
And fillest every mouth with good.

In heaven Thou reign'st, enthroned in light,
Nature's expanse beneath Thee spread;
Earth, air, and sea before Thy sight,
And hell's deep gloom, are open laid.

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Wisdom, and might, and love are Thine;
Prostrate before Thy face we fall,
Confess thine attributes Divine,
And hail the Sovereign Lord of all.

Thee, Sovereign Lord, let all confess,
That moves in earth, or air, or sky,
Revere Thy power, Thy goodness bless,
Tremble before Thy piercing eye.
All ye who owe to Him your birth,
In praise your every hour employ;
Jehovah reigns! Be glad, O earth,
And shout ye morning stars for joy.

Son of Thy Sire's eternal love,
Take to Thyself Thy mighty power;
Let all earth's sons Thy mercy prove,
Let all Thy bleeding grace adore.
The triumphs of Thy love display;
In every heart reign Thou alone,
Till all Thy foes confess Thy sway,
And glory ends what grace begun.

Spirit of grace, and health, and power,
Fountain of light and love below,
Abroad Thine healing influence shower,
O'er all the nations let it flow.
Inflame our hearts with perfect love,
In us the work of faith fulfil:
So not heaven's hosts shall swifter move
Than we on earth to do Thy will.

Father, 'tis Thine each day to yield
Thy children's wants a fresh supply;
Thou cloth'st the lilies of the field,
And hearest the young ravens cry:

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On Thee we cast our care; we live
Through Thee, who know'st our every need:
O feed us with Thy grace, and give
Our souls this day the living Bread.

Eternal, spotless Lamb of God,
Before the world's foundation slain,
Sprinkle us ever with Thy blood;
O cleanse, and keep us ever clean.
To every soul (all praise to Thee)
Our bowels of compassion move,
And all mankind by this may see
God is in us, for God is love.

Giver and Lord of life, whose power
And guardian care for all are free,
To Thee in fierce temptation's hour
From sin and Satan let us flee.
Thine, Lord, we are, and ours Thou art;
In us be all Thy goodness show'd;
Renew, enlarge, and fill our heart
With peace, and joy, and heaven, and God.

Blessing and honour, praise and love,
Co-equal, co-eternal Three,
In earth below and heaven above,
By all Thy works, be paid to Thee.
Thrice Holy, Thine the kingdom is,
The power omnipotent is Thine;
And when created nature dies
Thy never-ceasing glories shine.

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REVELATION I.

VERSES 4, 5, 6.

O that the life-infusing grace,
The pure and perfect peace of God,
Might now descend on Israel's race,
The church He purchased with His blood!

The souls peculiarly His own,
On them the choicest gifts descend
From Him that sitteth on the throne,
Ancient of Days which never end.

He was from all eternity,
Pure essence, life, and light, and power;
He is when time no more shall be,
He is and shall be evermore.

From God to all His church below,
From the seven spirits before His throne,
From Jesus, let the blessing flow;
Jesus is God's co-equal Son.

The true and faithful Witness He,
The First-begotten of the dead,
Prince of the kings of earth—to Thee
Be everlasting homage paid.

Amazing height of love Divine!
We praise with all Thy hosts above
The' unutterably great design,
The mystery of redeeming love.

From actual and from inbred sin
Us thou hast wash'd in Thine own blood;
Thy blood hath more than made us clean,
Hath made us kings and priests to God.

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Wherefore to Thee all honour, praise,
Dominion, power, and thanks we give,
While to the glory of Thy grace
Through all eternity we live.

VERSE 7.

Behold, He comes! and every eye
Shall see Him in the clouds draw near;
The Judge, to those who made Him die
In vain, shall terribly appear:

Who pierced Him by their sins beneath,
Exposed afresh, and crucified,
Renounced their interest in His death,
And, bought by Him, their Lord denied.

Rebellious worms, they would not take
The grace He waited long to give,
But cast His words behind their back,
And would not come to Him and live.

Him shall they see with wrath return
'Gainst those who made His offers vain,
And all the tribes of earth shall mourn,
Adjudged to everlasting pain.

The unbelieving world shall wail,
And gnaw their tongues, and gnash their teeth;
But we, who let His grace prevail,
Shall never taste that second death.

We with our Lord shall always live,
The God of our salvation praise,
To Him alone rejoice to give
The glory of His sovereign grace.

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Come, gracious Lord, we wait Thy day,
We languish to be taken home;
No longer let Thy chariot stay;
Come, gracious Lord, to judgment come.

VERSES 10, 11, &c.

Say, which of you would see the Lord?
Ye all may now obtain the grace,
Behold Him in the written word,
Where John unveils the Saviour's face.

Clear as the trumpet's voice He speaks
To every soul that turns his ear;
Amidst the golden candlesticks
He walks: and lo! He now is here!

Present to all believing souls,
They see Him with an eagle's eye;
Down to His feet a garment rolls,
Stain'd with a glorious crimson dye.

A golden girdle binds His breast.
(Whence streams of consolation flow,
Milk for His new-born babes, who rest
In Him nor other comforts know.)

His form is as the Son of Man;
His eyes are as a flame of fire,
They dart a sin-consuming pain,
And life and joy Divine inspire.

His spotless purity of soul
We by a lovely emblem know;
His head and hairs are white as wool,
White are they as the driven snow.

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Glitter His feet like polish'd brass,
That long hath in the furnace shone;
Brighter than lightning is His face,
Brighter than the meridian sun.

As many waters sounds His word,
Seven stars he holds in His right hand,
Out of His mouth a two-edged sword
Goes forth: before it who can stand?

Lord, at Thy feet we fall as dead;
Lay Thy right hand upon our soul,
Scatter our fears, Thy Spirit shed,
And all our unbelief control.

Tell us, “I am the First and Last,
Who lived and died for all am I!
And lo! My bitter death is past,
And lo! I live no more to die.

“I have the keys of death and hell.”
Amen! Thy record we receive;
And wait till Thou our spirits seal,
And all in all for ever live.

A PRAYER FOR THE BISHOPS.

Draw near, O Son of God, draw near,
Us with Thy flaming eyes behold,
Still in Thy falling church appear,
And let our candlestick be gold.

Still hold the stars in Thy right hand,
And let them in Thy lustre glow,
The lights of a benighted land,
The angels of Thy church below.

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Make good their apostolic boast,
Their high commission let them prove,
Be temples of the Holy Ghost,
And fill'd with faith, and hope, and love.

The worthy successors of those
Who first adorn'd the sacred line,
Bold let them stand before their foes,
And dare assert their right Divine.

Their hearts from things of earth remove;
Sprinkle them, Lord, from sin and fear!
Fix their affections all above,
And lay up all their treasure there.

Give them an ear to hear the word
Thou speakest to Thy churches now;
And let all tongues confess their Lord,
And let all knees to Jesus bow.

A PRAYER FOR LABOURERS.

Lord of the harvest, hear
Thy needy servants cry;
Answer our faith's effectual prayer,
And all our wants supply.

On Thee we humbly wait,
Our wants are in Thy view:
The harvest truly, Lord, is great,
The labourers are few.

Convert, and send forth more
Into Thy church abroad,
And let them speak Thy word of power,
As workers with their God.

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Give the pure gospel word,
The word of general grace;
Thee let them preach, the common Lord,
Saviour of human race.

O let them spread Thy name,
Their mission fully prove,
Thy universal grace proclaim,
Thy all-redeeming love.

On all mankind forgiven
Empower them still to call,
And tell each creature under heaven
That Thou hast died for all.

ANOTHER.

[Jesu, Thy wandering sheep behold!]

Jesu, Thy wandering sheep behold!
See, Lord, with yearning bowels see
Poor souls that cannot find the fold,
Till sought and gather'd in by Thee.

Lost are they now, and scatter'd wide,
In pain, and weariness, and want;
With no kind shepherd near to guide
The sick, and spiritless, and faint.

Thou, only Thou, the kind and good
And sheep-redeeming Shepherd art;
Collect Thy flock, and give them food,
And pastors after Thine own heart.

Give the pure word of general grace;
And great shall be the preachers' crowd,
Preachers, who all the sinful race
Point to the all-atoning blood.

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Open their mouth, and utterance give;
Give them a trumpet-voice to call
A world, who all may turn and live
Through faith in Him that died for all.

In every messenger reveal
The grace they preach, divinely free,
That each may by Thy Spirit tell,
“He died for all, who died for me.”

A double portion, from above,
Of that all-quickening Spirit impart;
Shed forth Thine universal love
In every faithful pastor's heart.

Thy only glory let them seek;
O let their hearts with love o'erflow;
Let them believe, and therefore speak,
And spread Thy mercy's praise below.

Mercy for all be all their song,
Mercy which every soul may claim,
Mercy which doth to all belong,
Mercy for all in Jesu's name.

To Thee, for all men lifted up,
O let them still their witness bear,
And, shouting from the mountain-top,
The Saviour of the world declare.—

“He willeth not the sinner's death,
He died for all, He none pass'd by;
Since we would now resign our breath,
For every soul of man would die.”

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UNTO THE ANGEL OF THE CHURCH OF EPHESUS, WRITE, &c.

Revelation ii. 1, &c.

O Thou that dost the churches bear,
The stars in Thy right hand uphold,
Who walkest now with jealous care
Amidst the candlesticks of gold;

Poor, guilty, abject worms, to Thee
In our declining state we call;
See, Thy degenerate people see,
Nor let our tottering Sion fall.

Our works of faith Thou once didst know,
Our patient hope and labouring love;
We would not bear Thy Romish foe,
We dared that Antichrist reprove.

We tried him by the written word,
Through all his snares and fetters broke,
As Satan's successor abhorr'd,
And cast away his iron yoke.

Him and his god, and sin and death,
We more than conquer'd through Thy name;
The witnesses resign'd their breath,
And clapped their hands amidst the flame.

For their dear suffering Saviour's sake,
Immovable the champions stood,
Nor fainted at the rack, or stake,
But water'd all the church with blood.

Yet O! how quickly, Lord, hast Thou
Whereof Thy people to reprove!
Fallen, alas! Thou see'st us now,
We now have left our former love.

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Our wine with water mixt, our gold
Is dim, our shipwreck'd faith is dead,
No more our tokens we behold,
Our martyrs all to heaven are fled.

O could we call to mind the grace,
The glorious grace from which we fell,
Live o'er again the ancient days,
And do the works Thou lov'st so well!

O that we might through Thee repent,
And timely turn to Thee, and live!
So should Thy grace our doom prevent,
Thou wouldst abundantly forgive.

Before Thou dost in vengeance come,
Our candlestick far off remove,
And fix the' unalterable doom,
O let us weep, believe, and love.

Call on us, by thy Spirit call,
Yet once again our church restore,
Show us Thy grace is over all,
And lift us up to fall no more.

VERSE 7.

Hear, all that will, the Spirit hear,
What He to all the churches saith:
“Fight the good fight till Christ appear,
And give the prize to conquering faith.

“The tree of immortality,
Which in the midst of Eden stands,
The conqueror's due reward shall be,
Though guarded by cherubic bands.

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“I will remove the sword of flame;
(It first shall the old Adam slay;)
The tree of life Myself I am,
And open to Myself the way.”

To him that overcomes at last
Surely I will My fulness give,
He of the tree of life shall taste,
And free from sin for ever live.

UNTO THE ANGEL OF THE CHURCH IN SMYRNA.

VERSES 8, 9, &c.

Hear, Jesu; hear, the First and Last,
The Alpha and Omega Thou,
Who once for every man didst taste
Of death, and ever livest now.

Still let Thy gracious Spirit strive,
And conquer a rebellious race;
In us Thine ancient work revive,
Thy sanctifying work of grace.

O that to Thee our deeds were known,
Acknowledged and approved by Thee,
Such as Thou didst in Symrna own,
Such as in us Thou once didst see!

The patient, meek, and lowly mind,
True poverty of spirit, bestow,
And rich in faith we'll cast behind
Whate'er of good appears below.

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We then the power of faith shall prove,
Nor shrink from persecution near,
But more than conquer in Thy love,
Thy perfect love which casts out fear.

Though earth and hell at once engage,
And fiends and formal saints conspire,
The synagogue of Satan rage,
And threaten us with racks and fire;

Bold shall we stand in Thy great might,
For Jesu's sake count all things loss,
With beasts, and men, and devils fight
Beneath the banner of Thy cross.

Shall Satan into prison cast?
To prison we with Christ will go,
And gladly bear, till all are past,
These light afflictions here below.

But make us faithful unto death;
But arm us in that fiery hour,
And we shall all obtain the wreath,
And die for God, to die no more.

TO THE ANGEL OF THE CHURCH IN PERGAMOS.

VERSES 12, 13, &c.

O Thou that hast the two-edged sword,
Let us Thy warning voice receive;
Give us an ear to hear Thy word,
Give us to tremble and believe.

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We dwell where Satan keeps his seat;
Our fathers would not Thee disclaim,
They would not to Thy foes submit,
But kept the faith, and held Thy name.

They held it fast in evil days;
Faithful to Thee the martyrs stood,
And turn'd against the storm their face,
And strove, resisting unto blood.

But we, alas! deserve Thy blame
For tamely bearing with Thy foes,
Who dare deny the Saviour's name,
And all Thy gospel truths oppose.

The devil's factors still we hear,
The sinful advocates for sin,
Who cause the little ones to err,
And teach they never can be clean.

We suffer them for sin to plead;
Still they promote the devil's cause,
Deny that Thou for all hast bled,
And stain the glory of Thy cross.

Before Thy people's face they cast
The stumbling-block of creature-love;
“The power of sin must always last,
The power thou never canst remove.”

They speak; and we, to ill inclined,
Have gladly drank the poison in,
And gratified the carnal mind,
The idol of indwelling sin.

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But let us plead for sin no more,
But let the stumbling-block depart,
Our vile idolatries be o'er,
Thine, only Thine, be all our heart.

Lord, we renounce whoe'er oppose
And fight against Thy saving power;
Consume not us among Thy foes,
Nor let Thy two-edged sword devour.

O let us of Thy strength take hold,
Thine utmost promises embrace,
The Finisher of faith behold,
The God of all-victorious grace.

To him that conquers in Thy might
Thou wilt the hidden manna give;
Thou hast obtain'd it as Thy right,
And he shall Thy deserts receive.

Thou, Lord, wilt give him a white stone,
A new mysterious name impart,
To none but the receiver known,
Christ in a pure and sinless heart.

UNTO THE ANGEL OF THE CHURCH IN THYATIRA.

VERSES 18, 19, &c.

O Son of God, whose flaming eyes
A sin-consuming virtue dart,
To scatter all Thy foes arise,
And search, and purify our heart.

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Lift up Thy feet of burnish'd brass,
Satan, the world, and sin tread down;
Pity a froward, faithless race,
And call us yet again Thine own.

The service which our fathers paid,
The faith Thou didst in them approve,
Of this we now have shipwreck made,
And lost our hope and left our love.

The prophets of smooth things we hear,
Who all Thy promises deny,
Entrap Thy servants in their snare,
And catch them with a soothing lie.

They teach them things unclean to eat,
To fold their arms and take their ease,
Spiritual whoredom to commit,
Mammon and God at once to please.

Darkness they make with light agree,
And heaven with hell, and Christ with sin;
They say the God of purity
Dwells in a cage of birds unclean.

Great Searcher of the heart and reins,
Whose eyes our inmost substance see,
Who dost, to all, rewards and pains
According to their works decree;

Avert from us the heavy doom
Of such deniers of their Lord;
(Whose wrath shall to the utmost come
On all that dare corrupt His word;)

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On us no other burden lay,
On us, and all who have not known
What Satan and his preachers say,
But still for full redemption groan.

Our knees confirm, our hands lift up,
Our hearts from things of earth remove,
And guide into a patient hope
And looking for Thy perfect love.

Let us hold fast the pledge of good,
The grace Thou hast already given,
Till all our hearts are Thine abode,
And find in Thee their present heaven.

O let us conquer all our foes,
And active to the end endure,
Maintain Thy works, whoe'er oppose;
To working faith the word is sure.

Power over hell, and earth, and sin,
The lawful conqueror shall receive;
An everlasting power brought in,
Power without fear or sin to live.

Power to o'erturn, subdue, control
The nations with an iron rod;
(Implanted in the new-born soul
The wisdom, and the power of God;)

Power over sins, to hew, and slay
Them all with a continued stroke,
And scatter as the potter's clay,
As vessels into shivers broke.

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Power to maintain his victory,
The perfect life of faith to live;
Power, as the Father gave to Thee,
Thou to the conquering soul wilt give.

Wilt give him the bright Morning Star:
The Morning Star, O Christ, Thou art;
And lo! we see Thee gleam from far,
And wait Thy rising in our heart!

UNTO THE ANGEL OF THE CHURCH IN SARDIS.

Chapter iii. 1, 2, &c.

O thou whose eyes run to and fro
Through earth, and every creature see,
What is it which Thou dost not know?
All things are manifest to Thee.

Thou hast the spirits, seven and one,
Thou hast the stars in Thy right hand,
And all our works to Thee are known:
How shall we in Thy judgment stand?

Thou know'st we take in vain Thy name,
While dead in trespasses we live;
Thee for our Lord we falsely claim,
While to the world our hearts we give.

A powerless form, a lifeless sound,
Our works as vanity are light;
Wanting, alas! they all are found,
And worse than nothing in Thy sight.

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O that we now might turn again,
And cherish the last spark of grace,
Strengthen the things that yet remain,
And call to mind the ancient days.

Surely we did Thy faith receive,
We heard with joy the gospel word:
O let us now repent and live,
And watch to apprehend our Lord;

Stir ourselves up, renounce our ease,
Before Thy sudden judgments come;
And watch, and pray, and never cease,
Till Thou repeal our threatening doom.

A few Thou still hast left, who stand
And deprecate the' impending blow,
Protectors of a guilty land,
And guardian angels here below.

They, by Thy mercy reconciled,
For our unhappy Sardis plead;
Harmless, and pure, and undefiled,
They ever in Thy footsteps tread.

Before they see the realms of light,
Deserving here through Thy desert,
Worthy they walk with Thee in white,
In spotless purity of heart.

Partakers of the life Divine,
Who in the fight of faith o'ercome,
They all shall in Thine image shine,
Made ready for their heavenly home.

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They here shall be redeem'd from sin,
Shall here put on their glorious dress,
Fine linen, pure, and white, and clean,
The saints' inherent righteousness.

Love, perfect love, expels all doubt,
Love makes them to the end endure;
Their names Thou never wilt blot out;
Their life is hid, their heart is pure.

Their names Thou wilt vouchsafe to own
Before Thy Father's Majesty,
Pronounce them good, and say “Well done,
Enter, and ever reign with Me.”

TO THE ANGEL OF THE CHURCH IN PHILADELPHIA.

VERSE 7, &c.

Holy and True, who hast the key
Of David, full of grace and power,
None opens what is shut by Thee,
And none can shut Thine open door.

O help Thy little church below,
Noted for their fraternal love;
Accept us in Thyself, and know
Our souls, and all our works approve.

Open a door to preach Thy word,
Which neither earth or hell can close;
Let all proclaim the common Lord,
Who died to save a world of foes.

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A little strength Thou see'st we have,
We trust that Thou art still the same;
Save, Jesu, to the utmost save
Thy people who confess Thy name.

We dare not give our God the lie;
Saviour from sin, we Thee receive;
Though Satan's synagogue deny,
We here a sinless life shall live.

Who falsely call themselves Thine own
Shall then indignantly submit;
Thy mighty hand shall cast them down,
And make them bow before our feet.

Then all the advocates for sin,
The carnal self-elect, shall know
Thy blood hath made us throughly clean,
And wash'd from all our sins below.

Thy cleansing blood, by faith applied,
Gave us a love that cast out fear;
And lo! with all the sanctified
We plead for a perfection here.

But let us to the end endure,
Nor ever let Thy promise go,
Till all our hearts and lives are pure,
And every soul is white as snow.

Let us Thy word of patience keep,
Nor from the gospel hope remove;
But sow in confidence, to reap
The harvest of Thy perfect love.

So shall Thy grace our souls preserve
From sore temptation's fiery hour,
When all who plead for sin shall swerve,
And fall, perhaps to rise no more.

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We know Thou wilt not long delay;
Let no seducer cast us down,
Or tear our confidence away,
Or spoil us of the promised crown.

That crown the conqueror here receives,
Who the good fight of faith hath won;
While without fear or sin he lives,
He lives to God, and God alone.

Establish'd by Almighty hands,
He shows forth all Thy grace and power,
In God's eternal temple stands
A pillar, and goes out no more.

The name and city of Thy God
Thou didst to him on earth impart,
And shedd'st Thy perfect love abroad,
And wrote Thy nature on his heart.

Thy Father here Thou didst reveal,
To him Thou here Thyself hast given,
And mark'd him with the Spirit's seal,
A citizen and heir of heaven.

This is our glorious calling's prize;
Saviour, at this our wishes aim;
Restore us to our paradise,
Inscribe us, Lord, with Thy new name.

To all whom Thou hast given an ear
The perfect grace make haste to give,
And sanctify us wholly here,
And to Thy heaven of heavens receive.

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UNTO THE ANGEL OF THE CHURCH OF THE LAODICEANS.

VERSE 14, &c.

PART I.

Amen to all that God hath said,
Witness Divine, the Just and True,
Who wast before the worlds were made,
Whose being no beginning knew.

With guilty self-condemning fear,
With humble self-abasing shame,
Thy Spirit's dreadful charge we hear,
Nor dare throw off the' imputed blame.

God of unspotted purity,
Us and our works canst Thou behold?
Justly we are abhorr'd by Thee,
For we are neither hot nor cold.

We call Thee Lord, Thy faith profess,
But do not from our hearts obey;
In soft Laodicean ease
We sleep our useless lives away.

We live in pleasures, and are dead;
In search of fame and wealth we live;
Commanded in Thy steps to tread,
We seek sometimes, but never strive.

A lifeless form we still retain,
Of this we make our empty boast,
Nor know the Name we take in vain;
The power of godliness is lost.

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The power we daringly deny,
A fancied good, a madman's dream;
The truth itself we deem a lie,
The promised Holy Ghost blaspheme.

How long, great God, have we appear'd
Abominable in Thy sight?
Better that we had never heard
Thy word, or seen the gospel light.

Better that we had never known
The way to heaven through saving grace,
Than basely in our lives disown
And slight and mock Thee to Thy face.

Thou rather wouldst that we were cold,
Than seem to serve Thee without zeal;
Less guilty if, with those of old,
We worshipp'd Thor and Woden still.

Less grievous will the judgment-day
To Sodom and Gomorrah prove,
Than us, who cast our faith away
And trample on Thy richer love.

PART II.

Yet still we glory in Thy name,
O Christ, as though we knew Thy grace;
Thee with unhallow'd lips we claim,
A lukewarm, worse than heathen, race.

We say that we with goods abound,
Are rich, and full, and need no more;
Nor know that we are wretched found
With Thee, and bare, and blind, and poor.

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O let us our own works forsake,
Ourselves and all we have deny,
Thy condescending counsel take,
And come to Thee, pure gold to buy,

Gold that can bear the fiery test,
And make the buyer rich indeed;
Adorn us in the milk-white vest,
And over us Thy mantle spread.

When this unspotted robe we wear,
Our sins are cover'd all by Thee;
No longer doth our shame appear,
Salvation in Thy light we see.

Touch'd by an unction from above,
Our eyes are open'd to perceive
The mystery of redeeming love,
The death by which alone we live.

Beholding as with open face
The glory of the Lord, we go
From strength to strength, from grace to grace,
And perfect holiness below.

O might we through Thy grace attain
The faith Thou never wilt reprove,
The faith that purges every stain,
The faith that always works by love.

O might we see in this our day
The things belonging to our peace,
And timely meet Thee in Thy way
Of judgments, and our sins confess;

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Thy fatherly chastisements own,
With filial awe revere the rod,
And turn with zealous haste, and run
Into the outstretch'd arms of God.

Behold, Thou standest at the door,
Thou knockest long at every heart,
Ready the sinner to restore,
And lift the fallen up, Thou art.

Thou callest all men to repent;
And all men may obey Thy call,
They may, the stoniest may, relent;
Thy death hath bought the grace for all.

What Thou hast lent we all may use,
We all our talents may improve;
We need not, Lord, Thy grace refuse,
Or stop our ears against Thy love.

Thou hast obtain'd for us a power
Thy proffer'd mercy to embrace;
And all may know their gracious hour,
And all may close with saving grace.

PART III.

Saviour of all, to Thee we bow,
And own Thee faithful to Thy word;
We hear Thy voice, and open now
Our hearts to entertain our Lord.

Come in, come in, Thou heavenly Guest;
Delight in what Thyself hast given,
On Thy own gifts and graces feast,
And make the contrite heart Thy heaven.

362

Smell the sweet odour of our prayers,
Our sacrifice of praise approve,
And treasure up our gracious tears,
And rest in Thy redeeming love.

Beneath Thy shadow let us sit,
Call us Thy friend, and love, and bride,
And bid us freely drink and eat
Thy dainties, and be satisfied.

O let us on Thy fulness feed,
And eat Thy flesh, and drink Thy blood!
Jesu, Thy blood is drink indeed,
Jesu, Thy flesh is angels' food.

The heavenly manna faith imparts;
Faith makes Thy fulness all our own,
We feed upon Thee in our hearts,
And find that heaven and Thou art one.

An heaven begun on earth we feel,
Who conquer in the glorious strife,
And pass o'er sin, and earth, and hell,
Triumphant, to eternal life.

The fulness of eternal bliss
We shall from Thee receive above;
This the reward of conquests, this
The crown of all-victorious love.

Conqueror of sin, and hell, and death,
As Thou the dreadful fight hast won,
And wearest now the' immortal wreath,
And sittest on Thy Father's throne;

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So shalt Thou grant to all that fight
And conquer in Thy mighty name,
To claim the kingdom as their right,
Their sufferings and their crown the same.

Who bore Thy cross shall wear Thy crown,
Shall triumph in Thy victory,
And in Thy glorious throne sit down,
And reign in endless bliss with Thee.

THE SPIRIT AND THE BRIDE SAY, COME!

[Revelation xxii. 17.]

Lord, I believe Thy work of grace
Is perfect in the soul;
His heart is pure who sees Thy face,
His spirit is made whole,

From every sickness, by Thy word,
From every sore disease,
Saved, and to perfect health restored,
To perfect holiness.

He walks in glorious liberty,
To sin entirely dead;
The Truth, the Son hath made him free,
And he is free indeed.

He lives, when Thou hast fully wrought
The work of faith with power,
Upright in deed, and word, and thought
He lives, and sins no more.

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Throughout his soul Thy glories shine,
His soul is all renew'd,
And deck'd in righteousness Divine,
And cloth'd and fill'd with God.

In spirit join'd, and one with Thee,
And purged from all his stains,
No wrinkle of infirmity,
No spot of sin remains.

He knows Thee now as he is known,
Thy fulness he receives;
Flesh of Thy flesh, bone of Thy bone,
In Thee he ever lives.

This is the rest, the life, the peace
Which all Thy people prove;
Love is the bond of perfectness,
And all their soul is love.

Thy people are all sanctified;
And Thou shalt say to me,
“Thou art all fair, My love, My bride,
There is no spot in thee.”

O joyful sound of gospel grace!
Christ shall in me appear;
I, even I, shall see His face,
I shall be holy here.

I shall from every sin be free;
(The word of God is sure;)
Walk before Him, and perfect be,
And pure as God is pure.

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This heart shall be His constant home;
I hear His Spirit's cry,
“Surely,” He saith, “I quickly come,”
He saith, and cannot lie.

The God of truth Himself hath sworn;
On Him my soul relies;
My soul, on wings of eagles borne,
Shall fly, and take the prize.

The glorious crown of righteousness
To me reach'd out I view;
Conqueror through Him, I soon shall seize
And wear it as my due.

The promised land from Pisgah's top
I now exult to see;
My hope is full (O blessed hope!)
Of immortality.

My fluttering spirit fatigues my breast,
And swells and spreads abroad,
And pants for everlasting rest,
And struggles into God.

I feel and know Him now in part;
His love my heart constrains,
Its near approach expands my heart,
And fills with pleasing pains.

He visits now the house of clay,
He shakes His future home:
O wouldst Thou, Lord, on this glad day
Into Thy temple come!

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With me I know, I feel, Thou art;
But this cannot suffice,
Unless Thou plantest in my heart
A constant paradise.

My earth Thou water'st from on high;
But make it all a pool;
Spring up, O well! I ever cry,
Spring up within my soul!

Come, O my God, Thyself reveal;
Fill all this mighty void,
Thou only canst my spirit fill:
Come, O my God, my God!

Fulfil, fulfil my large desires,
Large as infinity;
Give, give me all my soul requires,
All, all that is in Thee!

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II. PART II.

THE FIFTY-SECOND CHAPTER OF ISAIAH.

PART I.

PART II.

PART III.

WRESTLING JACOB.

A THANKSGIVING.

ANOTHER.

[O heavenly King, Look down from above]

ANOTHER.

[My Father, my God, I long for Thy love]

HYMN TO THE TRINITY.

ON HIS BIRTHDAY.

JOB XIX. 25.

A FUNERAL HYMN.

(Used first for Mrs. Elizabeth Hooper.)

ANOTHER.

[Draw near, ye strangers to our God]

ANOTHER.

[Let the world lament their dead]

ANOTHER.

[Blessing, honour, thanks, and praise]

ANOTHER.

[Hark, a voice divides the sky!]

AFTER THE FUNERAL.

A MIDNIGHT HYMN.

ANOTHER.

[Oft have we pass'd the guilty night]

LORD, WHAT IS MAN?

LUKE XII. 50.

THE GOOD FIGHT.

[1 Timothy vi. 12.]

HABAKKUK III. 17, 18, 19.

AFTER A RELAPSE INTO SIN.

ANOTHER.

[Long have I labour'd in the fire]

IN DOUBT.

ISAIAH XXXII. 2.

A POOR SINNER.

A PRAYER FOR HUMILITY.

A THANKSGIVING.

FOR THE SPIRIT OF PRAYER.

SUBMISSION.

FOR A SICK FRIEND.

AFTER A RECOVERY FROM SICKNESS.

Isaiah xxxviii. 17, 18, &c.

RECEIVING A CHRISTIAN FRIEND.

THE SALUTATION.

AT THE MEETING OF CHRISTIAN FRIENDS.

AT PARTING.

THE COMMENDATION.

THOUGH ABSENT IN BODY, YET PRESENT IN SPIRIT.

ENTERING INTO THE CONGREGATION.

ANOTHER.

[O Thou whom all Thy saints adore]

HYMN FOR THE DAY OF PENTECOST.

ANOTHER.

[Father of our dying Lord]

ANOTHER.

[Sinners, your hearts lift up]

A THANKSGIVING.

A DIALOGUE OF ANGELS AND MEN.

ANOTHER.

[To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost]

DAVID AND GOLIATH.

[1 Samuel xvii.]

ROMANS X. 6, &c.

REJOICING IN HOPE.

[Romans xii. 12.]

ANOTHER.

[Ye happy sinners, hear]

ROMANS VI.

THE FOURTH CHAPTER OF ISAIAH.

THE TWELFTH CHAPTER OF ISAIAH.

ISAIAH XXVI. 13, 14.

AFTER A RECOVERY FROM SICKNESS.

AVENGE ME OF MINE ADVERSARY.

Luke xviii. 3.

COME, LORD JESUS!