HYMN 93. S. M. Bingham. Newton. [*] GOD all and in all," Psalm lxxii, 25. 1 MY God, my life, my love, To thee, to thee I call; I cannot live, if thou remove, 2 Thy shining grace can cheer This dungeon where I dwell; 'Tis paradise, when thou art here;, If thou depart, 'tis hell. 3 [The smilings of thy face, 'Tis heav'n to rest in thine embrace; Without thy presence, Lord. 8 [To thee my spirits fly, With infinite desire; And yet, how far from thee I lie! Dear Jesus, raise me higher.] HYMN 94. C. M. St. Ann's. Abridge. [*] GOD my only Happiness. Ps. lxxiii, 25. 1 MY God, my portion, and my love, I've none but thee in heav'n above, 2 What empty things are all the skies! There's nothing here deserves my joys, 3 [In vain the bright, the burning sun 'Tis thy sweet beams create my noon; If thou withdraw, 'tis night. 4 And whilst upon my restless bed, Amongst the shades I roll; If my Redeemer shews his head, 'Tis morning to my soul.] 5 To thee we owe our wealth and friends, 6 How vain a toy is glitt'ring wealth, 7 Were I possessor of the earth, 8 Let others stretch their arms like seas, p 1 And I desire no more. HYMN 95. C. M. Bishopsgate. [b] INFINITE grief! amazing woe!-- -Hell and the Jews conspir'd his death, p 2 Oh, the sharp pangs of smarting pain, My dear Redeemer bore When knotty whips, and ragged thorns, -3 But knotty whips, and ragged thorns, In vain I blame the Roman bands, e 4 'Twere you, my sins, my cruel sins, Each of my crimes became a nail, 5 'Twere you that pull'd the vengeance down,' Upon his guiltless head: o Break, break, my heart, oh burst mine eyes, And let my sorrows bleed. e o 6 Strike, mighty grace, my flinty soul, And deep repentance drown mine eyes, HYMN 96. C. M. Isle of Wight. [b*] 1 D The rebel angels fell; OWN headlong from their native skies, • And thunder-bolts of flaming wrath 2 Down from the top of earthly bliss, e And Jesus stoop'd beneath the grave, o 3 Oh, love of infinite degree! Unmeasurable grace! e Must heav'n's eternal Darling die, p 4 Must angels sink for ever down, s 5 Oh, for this love, let earth and skies e i a And the full choir of human tongues HYMN 97. L. M. Psalm 97th. [b*] The Same. FROM heav'n the sinning angels fell, And wrath and darkness chain'd them down; e But man, vile man, forsook his blisso And mercy lifts him to a crown. g 2 Amazing work of sov'reign grace, That could distinguish rebels so; e Our guilty treason call'd aloud For everlasting fetters too. o 3 To thee, to thee, almighty Love, Wantage. [b] Y heart how dreadful hard it is! Heavy and cold within my breast, 2 Sin, like a raging tyrant, sits 3 How seldom do I rise to God, This mountain presses down my faith, 4 When smiling mercy courts my soul, 5 Against the thunders of thy word, My heart-it shakes not at the wrath, 6 Dear Saviour, steep this rock of mine, HYMN 99. C.M. [b*] The Book of God's Decrees. p 1 [ ET the whole race of creatures lie, -Whate'er his sov'reign voice has form'd, e 2 (Ten thousand ages ere the skies All the long years and worlds to come 3 There's not a sparrow, nor a worm, o He raises monarchs to their thrones, And sinks them as he please.) e o 4 If light attends the course I run, 'Tis he provides those rays! e And 'tis his hand that hides my sun, If darkness clouds my days. →5 Yet I could not be much concern'd, The volumes of his deep decrees, e 6 When he reveals the book of life, o Amongst the chosen of his love, The foll'wers of the Lamb.] 1 [HO [b] HYMN 100. L. M. 3 I cannot live contented here, 6 This flesh of mine might learn as soon |