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,
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;
Fill'd with all the Deity,

All immersed and lost in love!

187 Brighton-p. 143.] 1st P. M. 6 lines 8s. 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.

the Saviour of mankind

Nail'd to the shameful tree! 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.

OF Him who did salvation bring,

I could for ever think and sing;

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

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Templeton p. 11.]

C. M.

LUNGED in a gulf of dark despair,
We wretched sinners lay,

Without one cheering beam of hope,
Or spark of glimm❜ring day.

2 With pitying eyes the Prince of
Beheld our helpless grief;

He saw, and (O amazing love!)
He ran to our relief.

grace

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

Asbury-p. 68.]

C. M.

ALAS! and did my Saviour bleed?

And did my Sovereign die ?

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. YE heavens, 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;

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.]

XTENDED on a cursed tree,

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L. M.

Besmear'd with dust, and sweat, and blood,

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. 7 Too much to thee I cannot give; Too much I cannot do for thee: