HYMN XV. All in All.

1 COMPARED with Chrift, in all befide
No comelinefs I fee:

The one thing needful, deareft Lord,
Is to be one with thee.

2 The fenfe of our expiring love,
Into my foul convey;

Thyfelf beftow; for thee alone,
My all in all I pray.

3 Lefs than thyfelf will not fuffice,
My comfort to restore:

More than thyfelf I cannot crave;
And thou canft give no more.
4 Love of my God, for him again,
With love intenfe I'll burn:
Chofen of thee ere time began,
I'll chufe thee in return.

5 Whate'er confifts not with thy love,
O teach me to refign;
I'm rich to all th' intents of blifs,
If thou, O God, art mine.

HYMN XVI. Weak Believers encouraged,

1 YOUR harps, ye trembling faints,
Down from the willows take:
Loud, to the praife of love divine,
Bid ev'ry ftring awake.

2 Tho' in a foreign land,

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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,
Shall quench the fpark divine.
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Faften'd within the vail,

Hope be your anchor ftrong;
His loving fpirit the sweet gale,
That wafts you smooth along.
5 Or, fhould the furges rife,
And peace delay to come;
Bleft is the forrow, kind the storm,
That drives us nearer home.

6. The people of his choice,
He will not cast away;
Yet do not always here expect,
On Tabor's Mount to stay.
7 When we in darkness walk,

Nor feel the heav'nly flame;
Then is the time to truft our God,
And reft upon his name.

8 Soon fhall our doubts and fears,
Subfide at his controul;

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His loving kindness shall break through
The midnight of the foul.

No wonder, when God's love,
Pervades your kindling breast,
You wish for ever to retain,
The heart transporting guest.

10 Yet learn, in ev'ry state,

To make his will your own;
And when the joys of fenfe depart,
To walk by faith alone.

11 By anxious fear deprefs'd,

When, from the deep ye mourn,
"Lord, why fo hafty to depart,
So tedious in return!"

12 Still on his plighted love,
At all events rely:

The very hidings of his face,
Shall train thee up to joy.

13 Wait

13 Wait till the fhadows flee;
Wait thy appointed hour:

Wait, till the bridegroom of thy foul,
Reveals his love with pow'r.

14 The time of love will come,
When thou shalt clearly fee,
Not only that he shed his blood,
But that it flowed for thee.
15 Tarry his leisure then,
Altho' he feem to stay :

A moment's intercourfe with him,
Thy grief will overpay.

16 Bleft is the man, O God,

That ftays himself on thee!

Who wait for thy falvation, Lord,
Shall thy falvation fee.

HYMN XVII. Chrift the Light of his People.

I I LIFT my heart and eyes to thee,
Jefus, thou unextinguifh'd light,
My guardian stay and leader be,
My cloud by day, my fire by night.
2 Glory of Ifrael, fhine within;

Unfhadow'd, uneclips'd appear:
With beams of grace exhale my fin;
Break forth thou bright and morning ftar.

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,
My int'reft in his love display;
My int'reft in that better part,
Which never can be torn away.
7 In bondage 'till thou fet me free,
Fain would I know my part in him:
The brightness of his rifing fee,

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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:

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"I never will forfake nor leave

The foul betroth'd to me."

2 The chearing word, as heav'nly dew,
My thirsty foul drinks in:
Jefus commands me to rejoice,
Who bore away my fin.

3 My Saviour's ever watchful eye,
Is over me for good:

What will he not on me bestow,
Who hath himself beftow'd?

4 Me to enrich, himself he made
Poor, and of no esteem:

The fource, the true foundation, this,
Of all my love to him.

5 Dear Lord, into thy faithful hands,
My welfare I commit;
And to thy righteousness alone,
For fafety I retreat.

6 Sorrows and agonies and death,
Thou didst endure for me,
When all the fins of God's elect,
Were made to meet on thee.

7 Tho' worthy, in myfelf, of hell,
And everlasting fhame;

I cannot dread the frown divine,
Accepted in the Lamb.

8 Still on thy merit, gracious Lord,
Enable me to lean:

Ever in thee may I be found,
My hiding-place from fin!

9 Exult my foul; thy fafety ftands
Unfhaken as his throne:

His people's everlasting life
Is founded on his own.

HYMN XIX. Before Hearing.

1 SOURCE of light and pow'r divine,
Deign upon thy truth to fhine;
Lord, behold thy fervant ftands,
Lo, to thee he lifts his hands:
Satisfy his foul's defire,
Touch his lip with holy fire!
Source of light and pow'r divine,
Deign upon thy truth to shine.

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