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d Here's my heart—O take and seal it; Seal it from thy courts above.

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ROBINSON.

HYMN 81. 8s. Consolation. [*]
Excellencies of Christ.

Hall This beautics declare?

OW shall I my Saviour set forth?

O how shall I speak of his worth, Or what his chief dignities are? o His angels can never express, Nor saints who sit nearest his throne, How rich are his treasures of grace:e No! this is a myst'ry unknown. g 2 In him all the fulness of God For ever transcendently shines; e Though once like a mortal he stood, To finish his gracious designs:

p Though once he was nail'd to the cross, Vile rebels like me to set free;

-His glory sustained no loss,

g Eternal his kingdom shall be.

-3 His wisdom, his love, and his pow'r,
Seem'd then, with each other to vie;
e When sinners he stoop'd to restore,
p Poor sinners condemned to die!
He laid all his grandeur aside,
And dwelt in a cottage of clay:
Poor sinners he lov'd, till he died,
To wash their pollution away.
-4 O sinner, believe and adore,
The Saviour so rich to redeem;
No creature can ever explore
The treasures of goodness in him:
d Come, all ye who see yourselves lost,
And feel yourselves burden'd with sins,
Draw near, while with terrour you're toss'd;
Believe-and your peuce shall begin.

-5 Now, sinner, attend to his call,
d Whoso hath an ear let him hear!"
He promises mercy to all,

Who feel their sad wants, far and near;

o He riches has ever in store,

And treasures that never can waste:

• Here's pardon, here's grace, yea, and moreu Here's glory eternal at last.. RIPPON'S COL.

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HYMN 82. L. M. Armley. [*]

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All Good in CHRIST.

HOU only Sovereign of my heart,
My Refuge, my almighty Friend;-
e And can my soul from thee depart,
On whom alone my hopes depend?
2 Whither, ah! whither shall I go-
A wretched wand'rer from my Lord?
Can this dark world of sin and woe,
One glimpse of happiness afford?
-3 Eternal life thy words impart,
On these my fainting spirit lives;
o Here sweeter comforts cheer my heart,
Than all the round of nature gives.
-4 Let earth's alluring joys combine;
e While thou art near, in vain they call:
o One smile, one blissful smile of thine,
My dearest Lord, outweighs them all.
-5 Thy Name, my inmost pow'rs adore;
o Thou art my life, my joy, my care;
d Depart from thee;-'tis death-'tis more,
"Tis endless ruin-deep despair!

e 6 Low at thy feet my soul would lie;
Here safety dwells, and peace divine;
-Still let me live beneath thine eye,
For life, eternal life is thine.

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STEELE.

HYMN 83. L. M. Leeds. [*]
Temptation: or, Safety in the Storm.
THE billows swell, the winds are high,
Clouds overcast my wintry sky;

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Out of the depths to thee I call,

e My fears are great, my strength is small.

—2 O Lord, the pilot's part perform;

And guide and guard me through the storm!
Defend me from each threat'ning ill,

d Control the waves-say, "Peace-be still!"
--3 Amidst the roaring of the sea,
My soul still hangs her hopes on thee;

Thy constant love, thy faithful care,
Is all that saves me from despair.
e 4 Dangers of ev'ry shape and name,
Attend the followers of the Lamb,
Who leave the world's deceitful shore,
And leave it to return no more.

-5 Tho' tempest-toss'd and half a wreck,
My Saviour through the floods I seek;
o Let neither winds, nor stormy rain,

Force back my shatter'd bark again. CowPER. HYMN 84. 7s. Hotham. [*]

Christ, the Refuge from the Storm. Deut. xxxiii, - 27. JESUS, lover of my soul,

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Let me to thy bosom fly,
While the billows near me roll,
While the tempest still is nigh!
Hide me, O my Saviour hide,
Till the storm of life is past,
Safe into the haven guide;
O receive my soul at last?
2 Other refuge have I none;
Hangs my helpless soul on thee;
Leave, ah! leave me not alone-
Still support and comfort me.
All my trust on thee is stay'd,
All my help from thee I bring;
Cover my defenceless head,
With the shadow of thy wing.
3 Thou, O Christ, art all I want;
More than all in thee I find;
Raise the fallen, cheer the faint,
Heal the sick, and lead the blind.
Just and holy is thy name,

I am all unrighteousness;
Vile and full of sin I am,

Thou art full of truth and grace.

COWPER.

HYMN 85. H. M. Allerton. [*]
Jesus, the Pilot. Luke viii, 22.

Jerluan ct into the deep;

ESUS, at thy command,

And leave my native land,
Where sin lulls all asleep:

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For thee I fain would all resign,

And sail to heav'n with thee and thine;

2 Thou art my Pilot wise;
My compass is thy word;
My soul each storm defies,
While I have such à Lord!
I trust thy faithfulness and pow'r,
To save me in the trying hour.

3 Though rocks and quicksands deep,
Through all my passage lie;

Yet thou wilt safely keep,

And guide me with thine eye:
My anchor, hope, shail firm abide,
And I each boisterous storm outride.
4 By faith I see the land,
The port of endless rest;
My soul, thy sails expand,
And fly to Jesus' breast.

O may I reach the heav'nly shore,

Where winds and waves distress no more!

5 Whene'er becalm'd I lie,

And storms and winds subside;

Lord to my succour fly,

And keep me near thy side:

For more the treach'rous calm I dread,
Than tempests bursting o'er my head.
6 Come, heav'nly Wind, and blow
A prosperous gale of grace,
To waft me from below,

To heav'n, my destin'd place:

s Then in full sail, my port I'll find,
And leave the world, and sin, behind.

HUNTINGDON.
HYMN 86. L. M. Castle Street. [*]
My Redeemer liveth. Job xix, 25.
KNOW that my Redeemer lives;"

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"I What comforts, this street sentence gives,

He lives, he lives, who once was dead,
He lives, my ever living head!

2 He lives triumphant from the grave,
He lives-eternally to save;
He lives-all glorious in the sky,
He lives-exalted there on high.

3 He lives to bless me with his love,
He lives-to plead for me above;
He lives-my hungry soul to feed,
He lives to help in time of need.
4 He lives-to grant me rich supply,
He lives-to guide me with his eye;
He lives-to comfort me when faint,
He lives-to hear my soul's complaint.
5 He lives-to silence all my fears,
He lives to stoop and wipe my tears;
He lives to calm my troubled heart,
He lives-all blessings to impart.

6 He lives-my kind, wise heav'nly Friend,
He lives-and loves me to the end;
He lives—and while he lives I'll sing,
He lives-my prophet, priest, and king.
7 He lives-and grants me daily breath,
He lives-and I shall conquer death!
He lives-my mansion to prepare,
He lives to bring me safely there.
o 8 He lives-all glory to his name!
He lives-my Jesus, still the same:
e O the sweet joy this sentence gives,
o "I know that my Redeemer lives?"

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HYMN 87. 7s. Fairfax. [*]

Life and Strength in Christ.
ON of God, thy blessing grant,

S still supply my ev'ry want;

Tree of life, thine influence shed,
With thy sap my spirit feed.
e 2 Tenderest branch, alas! am I,
Wither without thee, and die;
Weak as helpless infancy;
O confirm my soul in thee!
3 Unsustain'd by thee, I fall
Send the strength for which I cali:
Weaker than a bruised reed,
Help I ev'ry moment need.
4 All my hopes on thee depend;
-Love me, save me to the end!
Give me the continuing grace,
Take the everlasting praise.

MEDLEY.

MADAN'S COL.

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