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Thanks to thy name for meaner things;
If once compar'd to thee!
Or all my friends to me.
And call'd the stars my own; Without thy graces, and thyself,
I were a wretch undone. 8. Let others stretch their arms like seas,
And grasp in all the shore, Grant me the visits of thy face,
And I desire no more.
Hymn 320. L, X. 1. ROM all that dwell below the skies,
Let the Creator's praise arise; Let the Redeemer's name be sung,
Thro' ev'ry land, by ev'ry tongue. 2. Eternal are thy mercies, Lord,
Eternal truth attends thy word :
'Till suns shall rise and set no more.
In songs of praise divinely sing;
And shout for joy the Saviour's name. 4. In ev'ry land begin the song,
To ev'ry land the strains belong;
PIII. THE CHRISTIAN'S BLESSINGS, SUF
FERINGS, DANGER AND SAFETY.
Hymn 321. C. M. 1. SWEET was the
time when first I felt Applied, to cleanse my soul from guilt,
And bring me home to God.
His praises tun'd my tongue;
His love was all my song..
The world no more could charm;
And lean'd upon his arm.
And saw his glory shine ;
I callid each promise mine. 5. Then to his saints I often spoke
Of what his love had done ;
For all my joys are gone.
My soul in darkness mourns ;
No light to me returns.
For Jesus hides his face;
But does not reach my case. 3. Now Satan threatens to prevail,
And make my soul his prey.;
Hymn 322. C. M. 1. LWhich yields us no supply,
ORD! what a wretched land is this, No cheering fruits, no wholesome trees,
Nor streams of living joy ? 2. But piercing thorns through all the ground,
And mortal poisons grow,
With dang 'rous waters flow. 3. Yet the dear path to thine abode
Lies thro* this weary land ;
And run at thy command.
But we march upward still,
To reach fair Sion's hill.
Our raptur'd souls shall dwell,
And all his triumphs tell. 6. Eternal glory to the king,
Who brought us safely through ;
All endless praises due.
Hymn 323. c. M. ). THY WHM is my heart so far from
thee, My God, my chief delight? Why are my thoughts no more by day,
With thee, no more by night? 9. When my forgetful soul renews
The savour of thy grace,
The relish all my days.
3. But ere one fleeting hour is past,
The flatt'ring world employs
And to pollute my joys.
That I should leave thee so;
Which let thee, Saviour, go?
In chase of false delight!
Hymn 324. c. M. 1. W!
CHEN in the light of faith divina
We look on things below,
How vain, and dang'rous too? 2. Honour's a puff of noisy breath;
Yet men expose their blood,
To gain that airy good. 3. Whilst others starve the nobler minds
And feed on shining dust,
T' indulge a sordid lust. 4. The pleasures which allure our sense
Are dang’rous snares to souls; There's but a drop of flattering sweet,
And dash'd with bitter bowls. 3. God is my all-sufficient good, My portion and my choice
And all my pow'rs rejoice.
Hymn 325. c. M.
Y God! the spring of all my joys,
The life of my delights,
And comfort of my nights.
My dawning is begun!
And he my rising sun.
With beams of sacred bliss,
And whispers, “I am his !”
At that transporting word,
T'embrace my dearest Lord.
I'd break thro' ev'ry foe :
Should bear me conqu’ror through
Hymn 326. c. M. 1. LTENCE from my soul sad thoughts be gone;
H and leave me to my joys :
And make a joyful noise.
And drown'd my head in tears, 'Till sov'reign grace with shining rays,
Dispel'd my gloomy fears. 3. O, what immortal joys I felt;
And raptures all-divine, When Jesus told me I was his,
And my Beloved mine!