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As water makes the body clean;
And the good Spirit from our God
Descends, like purifying rain.

5 Thus we engage ourselves to thee,
And seal our cov'nant with the Lord ;
O may the great Eternal Three,
In heav'a our solemn vows record J

316 HYMN 53, 54 Book t

HYMN 53. L. M. Green's. [*]
The Holy Scriptures. Heb. i, 1. 2 Tim. hi, 15, 16.
Ps. cxlvii, 19, 20.

1 [^^ OD, who in various methods told
\JC His mind and will to saints of old,

Sent his own Son, with truth and grace,

To teach us in these latter days.
o 2 Our nation reads the written word,

That book of life, that sure record ;

The bright inheritance of heav'n,

Is by the sweet conveyance giv'n.
e 3 God's kindest tho'ts are here exprest,

Able to make us wise and blest ;

The doctrines are divinely true,

Fit for reproof and comfort too.
—4 Ye people all, who read his love

In long epistles from above, —

(He hath not sent his sacred word
e To ev'ry land) praise ye the Lord.]

HYMN 54. L. M. Quercy. Leeds. [*]
Saints beloved in Christ. Eph. i, 3, &c.

1 TESUS, we bless thy Father's name ;
ifcf Thy God and ours is one, the same ;

What heav'nly blessings, from his throne,
Flow down to sinners through his Son I

2 " Christ be my first Elect," he said ;
Then chose our souls in Christ our Head ;
Before he gave the mountains birth,

Or laid foundations for the earth.

3 Thus did eternal love begin,
To raise us up from death and sin ;
Our characters were then decreed,—
Blameless in love, a holy seed.

4 Predestinated to be sons,

Born by degrees, but chose at once ;

A new regenerated race,

To praise the glory of his grace.

o 5 With Christ, our Lord, we share a part
In the affections of his heart ;
'Nor shall our souls be thence reniov'd,
'Till he forgets his First Belov'd.

Book I. HYMN 55, 56. 317

HYMN 55. C. M. Hymn 2. [*]
Sickness and Recovery. Isa. xxxviii, 9, &c.

1 L"¥/17"HEN' we are rais'd from deep distress,

T ▼ Our God deserves a song 1 ;
We take a pattern of our praise,
From Hezekiah's tongue.

2 The gates of the devouring grave
Are open'd wide in vain ;

If he that holds the keys of death,
Commands then, fast again.

3 Pains of the flesh are wont t' abuse
Our minds with slavish fears ; —

*' Our days are past, and we shall lose
" The remnant of our years."

4 We chatter, with a swallow's voice,
Or like a dove we mourn ;

With bitterness, instead of joys,
Afflicted and forlorn.

5 Jehovah speaks the healing word,
And no disease withstands ;

Fevers and plagues obey the Lord,
And fly at his commands.

6 If half the strings of life should break,
He can our frome restore ;

He casts our sins behind his back,
And they are found no more.]

HYMN 56. C. M. Bedford. [*]

The Song of Moset and the Lamb. Rev. xv, 3, and
xvi, 19, and xvii, 6.

1 "^T7"E siri S * ne glories of thy love,

H We eound thy dreadful name ;
The Christian church unites the songs
Of Moses and the Lamb.

2 Great God, how wondrous are thy works,
Of vengeance, and of grace !

Thou King of taints, Almighty Lord,
How just and true thy ways !

3 Who dare* refuse to fear thy name,
Or worship at thy throne I

Thy judgments speak thy holiness,
Through all the nations known.

318 HYM3ST 57. Book I.

■ ■ r — i ■ ... , ,.... i,

4 Great Babylon, that rules the earth,

Drunk with the martyrs 1 blood, —
Her crimes shall speedily awake

The fury of our God.

t 5 The cup of wrath is ready mix'd,
And she must drink the dregs ;
Strong is the Lord, her sov'reign Judge,
And shall fulfil the plagues.

HYMN 57. C. M. Plymouth, [b]

Adam, First and Second. Rom. v, 12, &c. Psalm
li, 5. Job xiv, 4.

e 1 T> ACK WARD, with humble shame we look

JB3 On our original ;
p How is our nature dash'd, and broke,

In our first father's fall !
e 2 To all that's good, averse and blind,

And prone to all that's ill ;
What dreadful darkness veils our mind !

How obstinate our will I
p 3 Conceiv'd in sin, (O wretched state,)

Before we draw our breath,
The first young pulse begins to beat

Iniquity and death.

4 How strong in our degenerate blood
The old corruption reigns !

And mingling with the crooked flood,
Wanders through all our veins !

5 [Wild and unwholesome, as the root,
Will all the branches be :

How can we hope for living fruit,
From such a deadly tree ?

6 W T hat mortal pow'r, from things unclean,
Can pure productions bring ?

Who can command a vital stream,
From an infected spring ?]
L 7 Yet, mighty God, thy wondrous love,
Can make our nature clean ;
While Christ, and grace, prevail above
The tempter, death, and sin.
o 8 The Second Adam shall restore
The ruins of the first :

Book I. HYMN 58, 59, 60. 319

o Hosanna to that sov'reign pow'r,
That new creates our dust.

HYMN 58. L. M. Leeds. [*]
■MichaeVs War with the Dragon. Rev. xii, 7.

1 [T ET mortal tongues attempt to sing

JLi The wars of heav'n, when Michael stood
Chief gen'ral of th 1 eternal King,
And fought the battles of our God.

2 Against the Dragon and his host,
The armies of the Lord prevail ;

In vain they rage, in vain they boast,
Their courage sinks, their weapons fail.

3 Down to the earth was Satan thrown ;
Down to the earth his legions fell :
Then was the trump of triumph blown,
And shook the dreadful deeps of hell.

4 Now is the hour of darkness past,
Christ has assum'd his reigning pow'r :
Behold the great Accuser cast
Down from the skies, to rise no more.

5 'Twas by thy blood, Immortal Lamb,
Thine armies trod the Tempter down ;
'Twas by thy word, and pow'rful Name,
They gain'd the battle, and renown.

6 Rejoice, ye heav'ns ; let ev'ry star
Shine with new glories round the sky :
Saints, while ye sing the heav'nly war,
Raise your Deliv'rer's name on high.]

HYMN 59. L. M. Blendon. [*]
Babylon fallen. Rev. xviii, 20, 21.

1 TN Gabriel's hand, a mighty stone
JL Lies — a fair type of Babylon :

t " Prophets rejoice, and all ye saints ;
" God shall avenge your long complaints."

2 He said, — and dreadful as he stood,
o He sunk the mill-stone in the flood :

o « Thus terribly shall Babel fall,

e u Thus — and no more be found at all."

HYMN 60. L. M. Truro. [*]
Mary"** Song ; or, Messiah born. Luke i, 46, &0»
1 ^\UR souls shall magnify the Lord,
\J' la God the Saviour we rejoice ;

320 HYMN 61 Book I

While we repeat the Virgin's song-,
May the same Spirit tune our voice.

2 [The Highest saw her low estate,
And mighty things his hand hath done ;
His overshad'wing pow^ and grace
Make her the mother of his Son.

3 Let ev'ry nation call her bless'd,
And endless years prolong her fame :
But God alone must be adorM ;
Holy and rev'rend is his name.]

4 To those who fear and trust the Lord,
His mercy stands for ever sure :

From age to age his promise lives,
And the performance is secure.

5 He spake to Abra'am and his seed,

" In thee shall all the earth be bless'd :"

The mem'ry of that ancient word,

Lay long in his eternal breast.
o 6 But now no more shall Israel wait ;

No more the Gentiles lie forlorn :
e Lo, the Desire of nations comes ;

Behold, the promis'd Seed is born !

" HYMN 61. L. M. Leeds. [*]

Christ, our Priest and King. Rev. i, 5 — 7.

1 T^TOW to the Lord, who makes us know
JL^ The wonders of his dying love,

Be humble honours paid below,
o And strains of nobler praise above.
— 2 'Twas he, who cleans'd our foulest sins *

And wash'd us in his richest blood ;

'Tis he, who makes us priests and kings,

And brings us rebels near to God.
o 3 To Jesus, our atoning Priest,

To Jesus, our superior King,

Be everlasting pow'r confess'd,

And ev'ry tongue hit glory sing.
e 4 Behold, on flying clouds he comes,

And ev'ry eye shs.ll see him move !
e Tho 1 with our tins we pierc'd him once,
o Then he displays his pard'ning love,
e 5 The unbelieving world shall wail,
o While we rejoice to see the day :

Book I. HYMN" 62, 63. 321

Come, Lord, nor let thy promise fail,
Nor let thy chariot long; delay.

HYMN 62. C. M. Christmas. Devizes. [*]

The Lamb of God Worshipped. Rev. v, 11 — 13.

1 /^lOME let us join our cheerful songs,
\_y With angels round the throne ;

o Ten thousand thousand are their tongues,
But all their joys are one.

2 Worthy the Lamb that died, they cry,
To be exalted thus:

— Worthy the Lamb, our lips reply,
For he was slain for us.

O 3 Jesus is worthy to receive

Honour and pow'r divine ;
And blessings, more than we can give,

Be, Lord, for ever thine.
o 4 Let all who dwell above the sky,

And air, and earth, and seas,
u Conspire to lift thy glories high,

And speak thine endless praise.

g 5 The whole creation join in one,
To bless the sacred name,
Of him who sits upon the throne,
And to adore the Lamb.

HYMN 63. L. M. Oporto. [*]

ChrisVs Humiliation and Exaltation. Rev. v, 12.

e 1 "1^T7"HAT equal honours shall we bring,

T f To thee, O Lord our God, the Lamb ;

When all the notes that angels sing,

Are far inferior to thy name ?
—2 Worthy is He, who once was slain,

The Prince of Life, who groan'd and died,
o Worthy to rise, and live, and reign

At his Almighty Father's side.

— 3 Pow'r and dominion are his due,
e Who stood condemn'd at Pilate's bar ;
— Wisdom belongs to Jesus too,
e Tho' he was charg'd with madness there.

—4 All riches are his native right,
e Yet he sustain 1 d amazing loss ,

322 HYMN 64, 65. Book I

o To him ascribe eternal might,

— Who left his weakness on the cross*

o 5 Honour, immortal, must be paid,

Instead of scandal and of scorn ;

While glory shines around his head,

And a bright crown without a thorn.
o 6 Blessings for ever on the Lamb,

Who bore the curse for wretched men :
g Let angels sound his sacred name,

And ev'ry creature say, Amen.

HYMN 64. S. M. Dover. Newton. [*]
Adoption. 1 John iii, 1, &c. Gal. vi, 6.

1 TT>EHOLD ! what wondrous grace
_I3 The Father hath bestow'd,

On sinners of a mortal race, —
To call them sons of God '

2 'Tis no surprising thing,
That we should be unknown ;

The Jewish world knew not their King,
God's everlasting Son.

3 Nor does it yet appear,

How great we must be made ;
But when we see our Saviour here,
We shall be like our head.

4 A hope, so much divine,
May trials well endure ;

May purge our souls from sense and sin,
As Christ the Lord is pure. »

5 If in my Father's love,
I share a filial part,

Send down thy Spirit, like a dove,
To rest upon vay heart.

6 We would no longer lie,

Like slaves beneath the throne ;
My faith shall Abba Father, cry,
And thou the kindred own.

HYMN 65. L. M. Wells. [*]

The World subjected t% Christ. Rev. xi, 15.
[T ET the sev'nth angel sound on high ;
jLa Let shouts be heard, thro 1 all the sky .

Book I HYMN 66. 323

Kings of the earth, with glad accord,

Give up your kingdoms to the Lord,
g 2 Almighty God, thy pow'r assume,

Who wast, and art, and art to come ;

Jesus, the Lamb who once was slain,

For ever live, for ever reign !
d 3 The angry nations fret and roar,

That they can slay the saints no more ;
o On wings of vengeance flies our God,

To pay the long arrears of blood.
g 4 Now must the rising dead appear ;

Now the decisive sentence hear :
o Now the dear martyrs of the Lord

Receive an infinite reward.]

HYMN 66. L. M. Portugal [*]

Christ the King at his Table. Sol. Song i, 2 — 5, 12

13, 17.

1 ["1" ET him embrace my soul, and prove

JLi Mine interest in his heav'nly love ;
The voice that tells me thou art mine,
Exceeds the blessings of the vine :

2 On thee th 1 anointing Spirit came,
And spreads the savour of thy name ;
That oil of gladness, and of grace,
Draws virgin souls to meet thy face.

3 Jesus allure me by thy charms,
My soul shall fly Into thine arms !
Our wand'ring feet thy favours bring
To the fair chambers of the King.

—4 (Wonder and pleasure tunes our voice t
To speak thy praises, and our joys ;
Our uiem'ry keeps this love of thine,
Beyond the taste of richest wine.)

5 Though in ourselves deform'd we are,
And black as Kedar's tents appear ;
Yet when we put thy beauties on,
Fair as the courts of Solomon.

6 (While at his table sits the King,
He loves to see us smile and sing ;
Our graces are our best perfume,

And breathes like spikenard round the ioom»

324 HYMN 67, 68. Book I

7 As myrrh, new bleeding from the tree,
Such is a dying Christ to me :

And while he makes my soul his guest,
My bosom, Lord, shall be thy rest.

8 No beams of cedar or of fir,

Can with thy courts on earth compare :
And here we wait, until thy love
Raise us to nobler seats above.]

HYMN 67. L. M. Sicilian. Moreton. [b*]

Seeking the Pastures of Christ. Sol. Song i, 7.

1 fllHOU, whom my soul admires above
JL All earthly joy and earthly love —
e Tell me, dear Shepherd, let me know,
Where do thy sweetest pastures grow ?

e 2 Where is the shadow of that rock,
That from the sun defends thy flock ?
Fain would I feed among thy sheep,
Among them rest, among them sleep.

3 Why should thy bride appear like one,
That turns aside to paths unknown ?
o My constant feet would never rove,
Would never seek another love.

o 4 The footsteps of thy flock I see ;
Thy sweetest pastures here they be ;
A wondrous feast thy love prepares,
Bought with thy wounds, and groans, and tears*

e 5 His dearest flesh he makes my food,
And bids me drink his richest blood ;

o Here, to these hills, my soul would come,
'Till my Beloved lead me home.

HYMN 68. L. M. Oporto. [*]
Banquet of Love. Sol. Song ii, 1 — 7.

1 [TT>EHOLD the Rose of Sharon here,

X3 The Lily which the vallies bear ;
Behold the Tree of Life, that gives
Refreshing fruit, and healing leaves.

2 Amongst the thorns so lilies shine :
Amongst wild gourds, the noble vine :
So in my eyes my Saviour proves,
Amidst a thousand meaner loves.

Book I. HYMN 69. 325

3 Beneath his cooling shade I sit,
To shield me from the burning 1 heat :
Of heavenly fruit he spreads a feast,
To feed my eyes, and please my taste.

4 (Kindly he brought me to the place,
Where stands the banquet of his grace ;
He saw me faint ; and o'er my head
The banner of his lovs he spread.

5 With living bread and gen'rous wine,
He cheers this sinking heart of mine ;
And op'ning his own heart to me,

.He shows his tho'ts, how kind they be.)

6 O never let my Lord depart,
Lie down, and rest upon my heart ;
I charge my sin not once to move,

Nor stir, nor wake, nor grieve my Love.]

HYMN 69. L. M. Shoel. [*]
Christ's Love to his Church. Sol. Song ii, 8 — 13.
I rjMHE voice of my Beloved sounds,

JL Over the rocks and rising grounds 5
O'er hills of guilt, and seas of grief,
He leaps, he flies — to my relief.

e 2 Now, through the veil of flesh I see,

With eyes of love he looks on me ;
— Now, in the gospel's clearest glass,

He shows the beauties of his face.

b 3 Gently he draws my heart along,
Both with his beauties, and his tongue ;

u " Rise," saith my Lord, " make haste away
" No mortal joys are worth thy stay.

b 4 " The Jewish wintry state is gone,

" The mists are fled, the spring comes on ;
— " The sacred turtle dove we hear
" Proclaim the new, the joyful year.

— 5 " The immortal vine of heav'nly root

" Blossoms and buds, and gives her fruit ;"
e Lo we are come to taste the wine ;
Our souls rejoice and bless the Vine.

■ — 6 And when we hear our Jesus say,
o " Rise up, my love, make haste away !"
Our hearts would fain outfly the wind,
And leave all earthly loves behind.

326 HYMN 70, 71. Book I

HYMN 70. L. M. Shod. [*] .

ChrisPs Invitation ansicered. Sol. Song ii, 14, 16, 17.

1 [XT ARK ! the Redeemer, from on high,

JB-JL Sweetly invites his fav'rites nigh ;
From caves of darkness and of doubt,
He gently speaks and calls us out.

2 u My dove, who hidest in the rock,

44 Thine heart almost with sorrow broke,
M Lift up thy face, forget thy fear,
41 And let thy voice delight mine ear.

3 " Thy voice to me sounds ever sweet ;
** My graces in thy count'nance meet ;
44 Tho' the vain world thy face despise,
44 VFis bright and comely in mine eyes."

4 Dear Lord, our thankful heart receives
The hope thy invitation gives ;

To thee our joyful lips shall raise

The voice of prayer, and that of praise.

5 I am my love's, and he is mine ;

Our hearts^ our hopes, our passions join $>

Nor let a motion, nor a word,

Nor thought arise to grieve my Lord.

6 My soul to pastures fair he leads,-
Amongst the lilies, where he feeds ;
Amongst the saints (whose hair are whiter,-
Wash'd in his blood) is his delight.

7 Till the day break, and shadows flee,- -
Till the sweet dawning light I see, —
Thine eyes to me-ward often turn,

Nor let my soul in darkness mourn.

8 Be like a hart, on mountains green,
Leap o'er the hills of fear and sin ;
Nor guilt, nor unbelief, divide

My Love, my Saviour, from my side.]

HYMN 71. L. M. Sicilian. .[*]

Christ brought to the Church. Sol. Song iii, 1, 5.

1 [|^VFTEN I seek my Lord by night,

V-F Jesus, my Love, my soul's delight ;
With warm desire, and restless thought,
I seek him oft, but find him not.

Book t HYMN 72, 32?

2 Then I arise, and search the street,
Till I my Lord, my Saviour meet;

I ask the watchmen of the night,
Where did you see my soul's delight?

3 Sometimes I find him in my way,
Directed by a heav'nly ray ;

I leap for joy to see his face,
And hold him fast in my embrace.

4 (I bring him to my mother's home,
Nor does my Lord refuse to come ;
To Zion's sacred chambers, where
My soul first drew the vital air.

5 He gives me there his bleeding heart,
Pierc'd for my sake with deadly smart ;
I give my soul to him, and there

Our loves their mutual tokens share.)

6 I charge you all, ye earthly toys,
Approach not to disturb my joys ;

Nor sin, nor hell, come near my heart,
Nor cause my Saviour to depart.]

HYMN 72. L. M. Leeds. Green's. [*]

Coronation of Christ, and Espousals of the Church,

Sol. Song iii, 2.

1 T\AUGHTERS of Ziori, come, behold
JL-r The crown of honour and of gold,

Which the glad church, with joys unknown,

Plac'd on the head of Solomon.
p 2 Jesus, thou everlasting King,

Accept the tribute which we bring ;

Accept the well deserv'd renown,

And wear our praises as thy crown.
b 3 Let every act of worship be,

Like our espousals, Lord, to thee !

Like the dear hour, when from above

We first receiv'd thy pledge of love.
o 4 The gladness of that happy day !

Our hearts would wish it long to stay ;

Nor let our faith forsake its hold,

Nor comfort sink, nor love grow cold.
—5 Each foil' wing minute as it flies,

Increase thy praise, improve our joys:
§ 'Till we are rais'd to sing thy name*

At the great supper of the Lamb*


328 HYMN 73, 74. Book I

o 6 O that the months would roll away,

And bring that coronation-day !
g The King of grace shall fill the throne,

With all his Father's glories on.

HYMN 73. L. M. Castle-Street.

The Church" 1 s Beauty in the Eyes of Christ. Sol.

Song iv, 1, 10, 11, 7, 9, 8.

1 [~IT"IND is the speech of Christ our Lord,

X\- Affection sounds in ev'ry word :
Lo, thou art fair, my love, he cries ;
Not the young doves have sweeter eyes.

2 (Sweet are thy lips, thy pleasing voice,
Salutes mine ear, with sacred joys ;

No spice so much delights the smell,
Nor milk, nor honey, tastes so well.)

3 Thou art all fair, my bride, to me ;
I will behold no spot in thee ;
What mighty wonders love performs,
And puts a comeliness on worms !

4 Defil'd and loathsome as we are,
He makes us white, and calls us fair ;
Adorns us with that heav'nly dress,
His graces and his righteousness.

5 My sister and my spouse, he cries,
Bound to my heart by various ties,
Thy pow'rful love my heart detains,
In strong delight and pleasing chains.

6 He calls me from the leopard's den,
From this wide world of beasts and men,
To Zion, where his glories are ;

Not Lebanon is half so fair.

7 Nor dens of prey, nor flow'ry plains,
Nor earthly joys, nor earthly pains,
Shall hold my feet, or force my stay,
When Christ invites my soul away.]

HYMN 74. L. M. Portugal [*]

The Garden of Christ. Sol. Song iv, 12—15 ; v, 1.

b 1 "¥/|7'E are a garden, wall'd around,

f? Chosen, and made peculiar ground ;
A little spot — enclos'd by grace,
Out of the world's wide wilderness.

Book I. HYMN 73, 329

— 2 Like trees of myrrh and spice we stand,

Planted by God the Fathers hand ;

And all his springs in Zion flow,

To make the young plantations grow.
o 3 Awake, O heav'nly wind, and come,

Blow on this garden of perfume ;

Spirit divine, descend and breathe

A gracious gale on plants beneath.

— 4 Make our best spices flow abroad,
To entertain our Saviour God :
And faith, and love, and joy appear,
And ev'ry grace be active here.

5 [Let my beloved come, and taste
His pleasant fruit9 at his own feast ;
I come, my spouse, I come, he cries,
"With love and pleasure in his eyes.

6 Our Lord into his garden comes,
Well pleas'd to smell our poor perfumes;
And calls us to a feast divine,
Sweeter than honey, milk or wine.

d 7 Eat of the tree of life, my friends,
The blessings that my Father sends ;
Your taste shall all my dainties prove,
And drink abundance of my love.]

o 8 Jesus, we will frequent thy board,

And sing the bounties of our Lord :
e But the rich food, on which we live,

Demands more praise than tongue can give.

HYMN 75. L. M. Morcton. [*]

Description of Christ the Beloved. Sol. Song v, 9,
10, 11, 12, 14, 15, 16.

1 [fi^HE wond'ring world inquires to know,

_I_ Why I should love my Jesus so ;
What are his charms, say they, above
The objects of a mortal love ?

2 Yes, my Beloved, to my sight,
Shows a sweet mixture, red and white .
All human beauties, all Divine,

In my beloved meet and shine.

3 White is his soul, from blemish free ;
Red with the blood he shed for me ;


330 HYMN 76. Book I.

The fairest of ten thousand fairs ;
A sun amongst ten thousand stars.

4 (His head the finest gold excels ;
There wisdom in perfection dwells ;
And glory, like a crown, adorns
Those temples once beset with thorns,

c 5 Compassions in his heart are found,

Close by the signals of his wound :

His sacred side no more shall bear

The cruel scourge, the piercing spear.)
— 6 (His hands are fairer to behold,

Than diamonds, set in rings of gold ;

Those heav'nly hands, that on the tree

Were nail'd, and torn, and bled for me.
p 7 Though once he bow'd his feeble knees,

Loaded with sins and agonies,
— Now on the throne of his command,

His legs like marble pillars stand.)

8 (His eyes are majesty and love,
The eagle, temper'd with the dove ;
No more shall trickling sorrows roll,
Thro 1 those dear windows of his soul.

9 His mouth, that pour'd out long complaints,
Now smiles, and cheers his fainting saints ;
His countenance more graceful is,

Than Lebanon with all its trees.)

10 All over glorious is my Lord,
Must be belor'd, and yet ador'd ;
His worth, if all the nations knew,

Sure the whole earth would love him too.]

HYMN 76. L. M. Islington. [*]
Christ in Heaven and on Earth. Sol. Song vi, 1 — 3, 12.

1 "W^T7~HEN strangers stand and hear me tell

T f What beauties in my Saviour dwell.
Where he is gone, they fain would know,
That they might seek and love him too.

2 My best Beloved keeps his throne,
On hills of light, in worlds unknown ;
But he descends, and shows his face
In the young gardens of his grace.

3 [In vineyards, planted by his hand,
Where fruitful trees in order stand,

Book I HYMN 77, 78 831

He feeds among the spicy beds,
Where lilies show their spotless heads.

4 He has engross'd my warmest love,
No earthly charms my soul can move :
I have a mansion in his heart,

Nor death, nor hell can make us part.]

5 He takes my soul e'er I'm aware,
And shows me where his glories are ;
No chariot of Amminadib

The heav'nly rapture can describe.
© 6 O may my spirit daily rise,

On wings of faith above the skies ;
•e 'Till death shall make my last remove,

To dwell for ever with my Love.

~ HYMN 77. L. M. Wells. [*]

Love of Christ to the CJmrdi. Sol Song vl, 5, 6, $, 12, 13

1 [^TOW in the gall'ries of his grace

_I3I Appears the King, and thus lie says,
* l How fair my saints are in rny sight,
44 My love, how pleasant for delight ?"

2 Kind is thy language, sovereign Lord,
There's heav'&ly grace in ev'ry word ;
From that dear mouth a stream, divine,
Flows sweeter than the choicest wine.

3 Such wond^rous love awakes the lip,
Q£ saints that were almost asleep,

To speak the praises of thy name,

And make our cold affections flame.
—4 These are the joys he lets i*s know,

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