HYMN XV. All in All. 1 COMPARED with Chrift, in all befide The one thing needful, deareft Lord, 2 The fenfe of our expiring love, Thyfelf beftow; for thee alone, 3 Lefs than thyfelf will not fuffice, More than thyfelf I cannot crave; 5 Whate'er confifts not with thy love, HYMN XVI. Weak Believers encouraged, 1 YOUR harps, ye trembling faints, 2 Tho' in a foreign land, 3 We are not far from home, And nearer to our house above, We ev'ry moment come. His grace will to the end, Stronger and brighter fhine; Nor prefent things, nor things to come, 4 Faften'd 4 1 Faften'd within the vail, Hope be your anchor ftrong; 6. The people of his choice, Nor feel the heav'nly flame; 8 Soon fhall our doubts and fears, 9 His loving kindness shall break through No wonder, when God's love, 10 Yet learn, in ev'ry state, To make his will your own; 11 By anxious fear deprefs'd, When, from the deep ye mourn, 12 Still on his plighted love, The very hidings of his face, 13 Wait 13 Wait till the fhadows flee; Wait, till the bridegroom of thy foul, 14 The time of love will come, A moment's intercourfe with him, 16 Bleft is the man, O God, That ftays himself on thee! Who wait for thy falvation, Lord, HYMN XVII. Chrift the Light of his People. I I LIFT my heart and eyes to thee, Unfhadow'd, uneclips'd appear: 3 The earth a tracklefs lab'rinth is; Be thou my thread and faithful clue! Thy kingdom and thy righteoufnefs, The only objects I purfue. 4 Light of the Gentiles thee I hail; Effential truth, thyself impart! Spirit of light, his face reveal, And fet thy fignet on my heart. 5 Thy office 'tis t' enlighten man, And point him to the heav'nly prize; The hidden things of God t' explain, And fhine the darknefs from our eyes. 6 Witness 6 Witness of Chrift within my heart, 7. And baskin thy meridian beam. 8 Shine then thou uncreated ray! If but a moment thou withdraw, That moment fees me go aftray, That moment fees me break thy law. 9 The word and fpirit both confpire, To tell thy Church fhe is forgiv’n; And lift her daily high'r and high'r, 'Till all her joys are crown'd with heav'n. 10 To that blefs'd realm of bright repose, Thou wilt conduct my weary feet; Where peace no interruption knows, And where my fun fhall never fet. HYMN XVIII. Leaning on the Beloved. 1 COURAGE my foul; Jehovah fpeaks; His promife is for thee: I "I never will forfake nor leave The foul betroth'd to me." 2 The chearing word, as heav'nly dew, 3 My Saviour's ever watchful eye, What will he not on me bestow, 4 Me to enrich, himself he made The fource, the true foundation, this, 5 Dear Lord, into thy faithful hands, 6 Sorrows and agonies and death, 7 Tho' worthy, in myfelf, of hell, I cannot dread the frown divine, 8 Still on thy merit, gracious Lord, Ever in thee may I be found, 9 Exult my foul; thy fafety ftands His people's everlasting life HYMN XIX. Before Hearing. 1 SOURCE of light and pow'r divine, 2 Breathe |