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If God his residence remove,
4. Nor earth, nor all the sky,
Where all my pleasures roll;
8. To thee my spirits fly
With infinite desire :
And yet how far from thee I lie!
Hymn 239. L. M.
THIRST, thou wounded Lamb of God, To wash me in thy cleansing blood; To dwell within thy wounds; then pain Is sweet, and life or death is gain.
2. Take my poor heart, and let it be For ever clos'd to all but thee!
Seal thou my breast, and let me wear That pledge of love for ever there. 3. How blest are they who still abide Close shelter'd in thy bleeding side! Who life and strength from thence derive, And by thee move, and in thee live. 4. What are our works but sin and death, Till thou thy quick'ning Spirit breathe : Thou giv'st the pow'r thy grace to move, O wond'rous grace! O boundless love! 5. How can it be thou heav'nly King, That thou shouldst us to glory bring; Make slaves the partners of thy throne, Deck'd with a never-fading crown ?
6. Hence our hearts melt, our eyes o'erflow, Our words are lost, nor will we know, Nor will we think of aught beside, "My Lord, my love, is crucify'd."
7. Ah! Lord, enlarge our scanty thought,
8. First-born of many brethren thou,
Hymn 240. c. M.
OME, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
Bring back the heav'nly blessing lost
2. Thy favour, and thy nature too,
Forgive, and after God renew,
3. Eternal Son of Righteousness,
4. Light in thy light, O may I see,
5. Lift up thy countenance serene,
Behold, without a cloud between,.
6. That all-comprising
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Out of the deer
5. I want a tr
On thee I cast
With humble confiuc....
And know thou hear'st my pr
Give me on thee to wait,
2. I want a sober mind,
A self-renouncing will,
A soul inur'd to pain,
To hardship, grief, and loss:
The consecrated cross.
3. I want a godly fear,
A quick discerning eye,
That looks to thee when sin is near,
A spirit still prepar'd,
And arm'd with jealous care,
4. I want a heart to pray,
To pray and never cease,
6. Hence our heartsp on thee to call,
7. Ah! Lord'd by threat'ning or reward, To know thee and thy great name; Uniorjealous, just concern
Th For thine immortal praise;
Hymn 242. s. M.
HE thing my God doth hate,
Thy creature, Lord, again create,
2. That blessed law of thine,
Whence it may ne'er remove,
3. Thy nature be my law,
Thy spotless sanctity,
And sweetly ev'ry moment draw
Hymn 243. P. M.
From the German.
HOU hidden love of God, whose height,
Whose depth unfathom'd, no man knows:
I see from far thy beauteous light,
I only sigh for thy repose:
The sweetness of thy yoke to prove;
No peace my wand'ring soul shall see.
That strives with thee my heart to share?
The Lord of ev'ry motion there!
Hymn 244. c. M.
FClose to thy bleeding side;
OR ever here my rest shall be