Daily would you ftretch the Wing, HYMN XC. CHRIST All in All. Hallelujah. 'VE found the Pearl of greateft Price, I'VEY And fing I muft, a Chrift I have, O what a Chrift have I! My Chrift, he is the Lord of Lords, He is the Sun of Righteoufnefs With Healing in his Wings. Chrift is my Meat, Chrift is my Drink, My Peace, my Strength, my Joy, my Crown, Chrift is my Father and my Friend, My Head, my Hope, my Counsellor, My Chrift he is the Heaven of Heaven, All Glory to the God of Love, One God in Perfons Three; To Father, Son, and Holy Ghoft, M HYMN XCL The Same. Y God, my Life, my Love, I cannot live if thou remove, Thy fhining Grace can cheer, The Smilings of thy Face, How amiable they are? 'Tis Heaven to reft in thine Embrace, And no where else but there. To thee, and thee alone, The Angels owe their Blifs; They fit around thy gracious Throne, And dwell where Jefus is. Not all the Harps above Can make a heav'nly Place, If God his Refidence remove, Or but conceal his Face: Nor Earth, nor all the Sky, Thou art the Sea of Love Paffions move The Circle where my To thee my Spirits fly With infinite Defire, And yet how far from thee I lie; CHRIST Precious to a Believer. ESUS, I love thy charming Name, JES Fain would I found it out fo loud, Yes, thou art precious to my Soul, All my capacious Pow'r can wish O may thy Grace ftill cheer my Heart; I'll speak the Honours of thy Name When Speechlefs, clafp thec in my Arms, JES HYMN XCIII. ESU, thy Blood and Righteoufnefs, When from the Duft of Death I rife, Bold fhall I ftand in that great Day, From Sin and Fear, from Guilt and Shame, Thus Abraham, the Friend of God, This fpotlefs Robe the fame appears, O let the Dead now hear thy Voice, T HYMN XCIV. A divine Rapture. ROM thee, my God, my Joys fhall rife, FRO And run eternal Rounds, Beyond the Limits of the Skies, The holy Triumph of my Soul, There, where my bleffed Jefus reigns, In Pleasure and in Praife. Millions of Years my wond'ring Eyes Shall o'er thy Beauties rove, And endless Ages I'll adore The Glories of thy Love. Sweet Jefus, ev'ry Smile of thine Hafte, my Beloved, fetch my Soul Up to thy blefs'd Abode : Fly, for my Spirit longs to fee My Saviour, and my God, |