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In this forlorn Condition,
Who fhall afford us Aid!
Where fhall we find Compaffion,
But in the Church's Head!
Jefus thou art all Pity,

Oh take us to thine Arms,
And exercise thy Mercy.

To fave us from all Harms.

We'll never ceafe repeating
Our numberless Complaints, .
But ever be entreating

The glorious King of Saints,
'Till we attain the Image
Of him we inly Love,
And pay our grateful Homage
With all the Saints above.

Then we with all in Glory,
Shall thankfully relate,
Th' amazing pleafing Story
Of Jefu's Love so great!
In this bleft Contemplation
We shall for ever dwell;
And prove fuch Confolation,
As none below can tell.

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Leaning on the Beloved.
Y moft indulgent Saviour,

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MI long thy Love to find,

To triumph in thy Favour,
And know thy Spirit's Mind":"

This Grace to me be giv❜n,
I nothing more request !
I afk no other Heav'n

Then leaning on thy Breaft.

The Place of John I covet

More than a Seraph's Throne. A...) To reft in my beloved

And breathe. my final Groan.

On thee alone relying

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To lofe my Sin and Pain, ÁDI „NA

And on thy Bosom dying

My Life eternal gain.

Then I with all in Glory
Shall thankfully relate,
Th' amazing pleafing Story
Of Jefu's Love fo great-
In this bleft Contemplation,
May I for ever dwell,
And fhare fuch Confolation,
As none below can tell.

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HYMN LXX.

Gratitude.

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HAT fhall we render unto thee,
Thou glorious Lord of Life and Pow'r?
Teach us to bow the humble Knee,
Teach us with Thankfulnefs t' adore,
To praise thee as thy Saints above,
To praise thee for thy wond'rous Love.

When like loft Sheep we wander'd wide,
And left the watchful Shepherd's Eye;

When borne along th' impetuous Tide
Of this World's Sin and Vanity:
Then Jefus from the Heav'ns came down,
To fave us by his Grace alone.

He bore our Sing upon the Tree,
To feek and fave the Loft he came,
There was he bound to fet us free,
From Death and everlafting Shame;
The captive Flock from Hell was freed,
And ranfom'd when their Shepherd bled.

Before the Father's awful Throne,
Our merciful High-Prieft yet ftands,
And interceeding for his own,

The purchas'd Remnant now demands;
His People's everlasting Friend,
Who loving-loves them to the End!

May we his banifh'd Ones rejoice,
Him for our Lord and God to own,
To take him as our only Choice,
And cleave to him in Love alone;
Still growing up in Holiness,

'Till call'd to meet in Realms of Blifs.

Then fhall our grateful Songs abound,
And ev'ry Tear be wip'd away;
No Sin, no Sorrow fhall be found,
No Night o'ercloud the endless Day,
O praife him all beneath, above!
O praise him! praise the God of Love!

HYMN LXXI.

Before Sermon,

OW begin the heav'nly Theme,

N Sing aloud in Jefu's Name,

Ye who Jefu's Kindness prove,
Triumph in Redeeming Love,

Ye who fee the Father's Grace,
Beaming in the Saviour's Face,
As to Canaan on ye move,
Praife and blefs Redeeming Love.

Mourning Souls, dry up your Tears,
Banifli all your guilty Fears,
See your Guilt and Curfe remove,
Cancell'd by Redeeming Love.,

Ye, alas! who long have been
Willing Slaves of Death and Sin;
Now from Blifs no longer rove,
Stop-and taste Redeeming Love.

Welcome all by Sin oppreft,
Welcome to his facred Reft,
Nothing brought hins from above;
Nothing but Redeeming Love.

He fubdu'd th' infernal Powers,
Thofe tremendous Foes of ours,
From their curfed Empire drove
Mighty in Redeeming Love.

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Hither then your Mufic bring,
Strike aloud each chearful String,
Mortals join the Hofts above,
Join to praise Redeeming Love.

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Panting after JESUS.

HOU Shepherd of Ifr❜el divine, The Joy of the Upright in Heart, For clofer Communion they pine, Still, ftill to refide where thou art ; The Pafture, O! when fhall we find, Where all, who their Shepherd obey, Are fed on thy Bofoin reclin'd,

Are skreen'd from the Heat of the Day.

Ah! fhew us that happiest Place,
That Place of thy People's abode,
Where Saints in an Extafy gaze,
And hang on a crucify'd God:
Thy Love for loft Sinners declare,
Thy Paffion and Death on the Tree,
Our Spirits to Calvary bear,
To fuffer and triumph with thee.

'Tis there with the Lambs of thy Flock,
There only we'd covet to reft,
To lie at the Foot of the Rock,
Or rife to be hid in thy Breaft;
'Tis there we would always abide,
And never a Moment depart,
Conceal'd in the Cleft of thy Side,
Eternally held in thy Heart.

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