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HYMN 114.

I JOHN iv. 16. LATTER PART.

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OVE divine, all love excelling, Joy of heav'n, to earth come down! Fix in us thine humble dwelling, All thy faithful mercies crown: JESUS! thou art all compaffion, Pure, unbounded love thou art; Vifit us with thy falvation, Enter ev'ry longing heart!

2 Breathe, O breathe thy loving Spirit,
Into ev'ry troubled breast!

Let us all in thee inherit.
Let us find thy promis'd reft:
Take away the love of finning;
Alpha and Omega be,

End of faith, as its beginning,
Set our hearts at liberty.
3 Come, almighty to deliver,
Let us all thy life receive!
Suddenly return, and never,
Never more thy temples leave!
Thee we wou'd be always bleffing,
Serve thee as thine hofts above;
Pray, and praise thee without ceafing;
Glory in thy precious love.

4 Finish then thy new creation,
Pure, unfpotted may we be;
Let us fee thy great falvation,
Perfectly reftor'd by thee!
Chang'd from glory into glory,
Till in heav'n we take our place;.
Till we caft our crowns before thee,
Loft in wonder love and praife.

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HYMN 115

GOD THE ONLY REFUGE IN TROUBLE..

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EAR Refuge of my weary soul,
On thee when forrows rise,

On thee, when waves of trouble roll,
My fainting hope relies..

2 While hope revives, tho' prefs'd with fears, And I can fay MY GOD,

Beneath thy feet I spread my cares,
And pour my woes abroad.

3 To thee I tell each rifing grief,
For thou alone canft heal;

Thy word can bring a sweet relief,
For ev'ry pain I feel.

4 But O! when gloomy doubts prevail, I fear to call thee mine;

The fprings of comfort feem to fail,
And all my hopes decline.

5 Yet, gracious GOD, where fhall I flee, Thou art my only truft?

And still my foul wou'd cleave to thee,
Tho' proftrate in the duft.

6 Haft thou not bid me seek thy face?
And fhall I feek in vain?

And can the ear of fov'reign grace
Be deaf when I complain?

7 No, ftill the ear of fov'reign grace
Attends the mourner's prayer;
I ever find access

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To breathe my forrows there.

8 Thy mercy-feat is open still;

Here let my foul retreat,

With humble hope attend thy will,
And wait beneath thy feet.

HYMN I16.

CHRIST A SURE GUIDE.

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UIDE me, O thou great JEHOVAH, Pilgrim, through this barren land; I am weak, but thou art mighty, Hold me with thy pow'rful hand : Bread, of heav'n, Bread of heav'n, Feed me till I want no more.

2 Open now the crystal fountain Whence the healing ftreams do flow, Let the fiery cloudy pillar,

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Lead me all my journey through: Strong Deliv❜rer, ftrong Deliv'rer, Be thou still my strength and shield. 3 When I tread the verge of Jordan, Bid my anxious fears fubfide; Death of deaths, and hell's deftruction, Land me fafe on Canaan's fide: Songs of praifes, Songs of praises, I will ever give to thee.

HYMN 117.

HEAVENLY JOYS ON EARTH.

I COME ye that love the LORD,

And let your Joys be known;

Join in a fong with sweet accord,
While ye furround the throne.

2 The forrows of the mind
Be banish'd from the place;
Religion never was design'd
To make our pleasures lefs.
3 Let those refuse to fing,
Who never knew our God;
But children of the heav'nly King
Will speak their joys abroad,

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4 The men of grace have found
Glory begun below;
Celestial fruits on earthly ground,
From faith and hope may grow.
5. The hill of Zion yields

A thoufand facred fweets,
Before we reach the heav'nly fields,
Or walk the golden streets.

6 Then let our fongs abound,

And ev'ry tear be dry;

We remarchingthro' IMMANUEL's ground To fairer worlds on high.

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HYMN 118.

OFFICES OF CHRIST.

JOIN all the glorious names,

Of wisdom, love, and pow'r,
That mortals ever knew,
That angels ever bore:

All are too mean to speak his worth,
Too mean to fet our Saviour forth.

2 But O! what gentle terms,
What condefcending ways,
Doth our Redeemer use

To teach his heav'nly grace!

My foul, with joy and wonder fee
What forms of love he bears for thee.

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