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3 If I have begun once more,
Thy sweet return to feel :
Present my soul to heal;
Nor struggle oui of thine embrace
From thy pursuing grace.
Me with the cords of love;
dear Lord to roveThat I never, never more
May with my much-loy'd Master part ; To the posts of Mercy's door,
O bind my willing heart. 5 5 See my utter helplessness,
And leave me not alone;
And seal me for thine own?
Thy presence let me always find;
My feeble sin-sick mind.
Thy weakest servanı keep;
And there for ever wait;
any hope of heaven
For I have much forgiven.
85. L. M.
"T'Samy delight his children pray and talk ;
• Though I should persecuted be,
2 [ "Tis my desire baptis'd to be,
As a command, O Lord, from thee;
Who was immers'd in Jordan's flood.) 3 Tis my desire, around thy board
To meet the saints, my dearest Lord;
And oft commune with them and thee. 4 Tis my desire to bear the cross,
And yield to all my Saviour's laws;
In all his words, in all his deeds. 5 'Tis my desire to flee from sin,
And ever keep my conscience clean;
And glory in my Saviour's cross.
And serve the Lord from day to day,
And yield to him in every thing. 7 'Tis my desire above the rest,
To lean upon my Saviour's breast;
86. L. M. Allered.
Longing for a revival.
When sinners shall cone flocking
And be prepar'd for realms above. 2 Hark! how the gospel trumpet sounds,
Inviting sinners all around, -
And spreads for you his bleeding hands : 3 He now is knocking at your heart,
Waiting salvation to impart.-
4 A few more days, and we must go
To realms of joy or endless woe;
Or sink beneath his frowns to hell!
And all your sinful ways forsake;
And full salvation you shall find.
And all the children in the band,
87. ll's. Altered.
HOW I have long'd for the coming of God!
Nor could I give over till Jesus had blest. 2 The tokens of mercy begin to appear,
And Jesus, the Saviour, has answer'd my prayer,
Salvation from Zion's beginning to roll.
And sinners are crying, and coming to God,
And some have found pardon through Jesus's blood. 4 Here's more, my dear Saviour, who fall at thy feet,
Oppress’d with a burden enormously, great;
And shout hallelujah, like th' angels above.
To bear us to glory with joy and surprise,-
With angels o'erwhelm'd in the ocean of love. 6 Shout, all the creation, below and above,
Ascribing salvation to Jesus's love,
Break forth into singing, ye trees of the wood,
For Jesus is bringing lost sinners to God. 7 Let all that have being unite in the song, And
ages on ages the theme still prolong, And when they are lost in an unmeasur'd time, Sweet Jesus! ihe glory and praise shall be thine.
83. 8's. Newlon.
HWiedjous and tasteless the hours,
Have all lost their sweetness with me;
The fields strive in vain to look gay ;
December's as pleasant as May.
And sweeter than music his voice;
And makes all within me rejoice;
Have nothing to wish, or to fear;
My summer would last all the year. 3 Content with beholding his face,
My all to his pleasure resign'd;
Could make any change in my mind;
A palace a toy would appear;
If Jesus would dwell with me there. 4 Dear Lord, if indeed I am thine,
If thou art my sun and my, song;
And why are my winters so long?
Thy soul-cheering presence restore ;
Where winter and clouds are no more.
89. P. M. Anon.
crials. TH VHERE is a heaven above the
skiesA heaven where pleasure
wever dies This heaven I sometimes her But fear again 'tis not for me to see,
Sweet Jesus, Jesi
us is my friend,
And narrow is the gospel ate;
Ten thousand snares to take us in.
Through conflicts sore my spirit goes ;
On Canaan's fair and happy land. 4 Through glimm’ring hopes, and gloomy fears,
The heavenly way but just appears ;
"Tis mark'd with tracks of heavenly blood. 5 These are the footsteps of the Lord,
Who on the cross susiain'd ms, load ;
With streams of blood he mirk'd the way. 6 Come life, come death, or o me what tom,
I still am safe in Jesus' arms.
The glories of thy God and Kin
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