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Grant me, Lord, my heart's desire,

There by faith for ever dwell :
This I always will require,

Thee, and only thee to feel.
5 Thy power I pant to prove,

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Rooted and fix'd in love;
Strengthen'd by thy Spirit's might,

Wise to fathom things divine,
What the length, and breadth, and height,

What the depth of love like thine.
6 Ah! give me this to know,

With all thy saints below ;
Swells my soul to compass thee :

Gasps in thee to live and move; Fillid with all the Deity,

All immersed and lost in love! 187 Brighton—p. 143.] Ist P. M. 6 lines 8s. O

LOVE divine, what hast thou done!

Th’ immortal God hath died for me !
The Father's co-eternal Son

Bore all my sins upon the tree !
Th’immortal God for me hath died :
My Lord, my Love, is crucified.
2 Behold him, all ye that pass by,

The bleeding Prince of life and peace!
Come see, ye worms, your Maker die,

And say, was ever grief like his ?
Come, feel with me his blood applied :
My Lord, my Love, is crucified.
3 Is crucified for me and you,

To bring us rebels back to God :
Believe, believe the record true,

Ye all are bought with Jesus' blood ;
Pardon for all flows from his side :
My Lord, my Love, is crucified.

4 Then let us sit beneath his cross,

And gladly catch the healing stream ;
All things for him account but loss,

And give up all our hearts to him ;
Of nothing think or speak beside,

My Lord, my Love, is crucified. 188

Bangor-p. 70.] C. M.
EHOLD the Saviour of mankind

How vast the love that him inclined

To bleed and die for thee ! 2 Hark! how he groans, while nature shakes,

And earth's strong pillars bend ; The temple's veil in sunder breaks,

The solid marbles rend ! 3 'Tis done! the precious ransom 's paid !

“Receive my soul !” he cries : See where he bows his sacred head !

He bows his head, and dies ! 4 But soon he'll break death's envious chain,

And in full glory shine :
O Lamb of God, was ever pain,

Was ever love, like thine !
189 Doddridge—p. 99.] L. M.

Him who did salvation bring,

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Arise, ye needy, he'll relieve ;
Arise, ye guilty, he'll forgive.
2 Ask but his grace, and lo, 'tis given !
Ask, and he turns your hell to heaven:
Though sin and sorrow wound my soul,
Jesus, thy balm will make it whole.

3 To shame our sins he blush'd in blood,
He closed his eyes to show us God;
Let all the world fall down and know
That none but God such love can show.
4 'Tis thee I love, for thee alone
I shed my tears and make my moan!
Where'er I

am,
where'er I

move,
I meet the object of my love.
5 Insatiate to this spring I fly;
I drink, and yet am ever dry;
Ah! who against thy charms is proof?
Ah! who that loves can love enough?
190

Templetonp. 11.] C. M. P'We wretched sinners lay,

LUNGED in a gulf of dark despair, Without one cheering beam of hope,

Or spark of glimm’ring day. 2 With pitying eyes the Prince of grace

Beheld our helpless grief; He saw, and (0 amazing love !)

He ran to our relief. 3 Down from the shining seats above

With joyful haste he fled; Enter'd the grave in mortal flesh,

And dwelt among the dead.
4 O for this love let rocks and hills

Their lasting silence break,
And all harmonious human tongues

The Saviour's praises speak !
5 Angels, assist our mighty joys;

Strike all your harps of gold ; But when you raise your highest notes,

His love can ne'er be told !

191

Asburyp. 68.] C. M.
LAS! and did my Saviour bleed?

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Would he devote that sacred head

For such a worm as I ?
2 Was it for crimes that I have done

He groan'd upon the tree?
Amazing pity! grace unknown!

And love beyond degree !
3 Well might the sun in darkness hide,

And shut his glories in,
When Christ the mighty Maker died

For man the creature's sin !
4 Thus might I hide my blushing face,

While his dear cross appears ;
Dissolve, my heart, in thankfulness,

And melt, mine eyes, to tears.
5 But drops of grief can ne'er repay

The debt of love I owe;
Here, Lord, I give myself away,

'Tis all that I can do. 192 Portuguese-p.288.] 13th P.M.10 10,11 11. Y beavens, rejoice in Jesus's grace,

Let earth make a noise, and echo his praise : Our all-loving Saviour hath pacified God, And paid for his favour the price of his blood. 2 Ye mountains and vales, in praises abound, Ye hills and ye dales, continue the sound ; Break forth into singing, ye trees of the wood, For Jesus is bringing lost sinners to God. 3 Atonement he made for every one, The debt he hath paid, the work he hath done ;

E a , and blood,

Shout all the creation, below and above, Ascribing salvation to Jesus's love. 4 His mercy hath brought salvation to all ; Who take it unbought, he frees them from thrall; Throughout the believer his glory displays, And perfects for ever the vessels of grace. 193 Valentia—p. 104.] L. M.

TXTENDED on a cursed tree, See there, the King of glory see!

Sinks, and expires, the Son of God! 2 Who, who, my Saviour, this hath done?

Who could thy sacred body wound? No guilt thy spotless heart hath known,

No guile hath in thy lips been found. 3 I, I alone, have done the deed !

'Tis I thy sacred flesh have torn; My sins have caused thee, Lord, to bleed,

Pointed the nail, and fix'd the thorn. 4 For me the burden to sustain

Too great, on thee, my Lord, was laid : To heal me, thou hast borne the pain ;

To bless me, thou a curse wast made. 5 In the devouring lion's teeth,

Torn, and forsook of all, I lay ; Thou sprang'st into the jaws of death,

From death to save the helpless prey. 6 My Saviour, how shall I proclaim, How

pay the mighty debt I owe? Let all I have and all I am,

Ceaseless to all thy glory show. n Too much to thee I cannot give ;

Too much I cannot do for thee:

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