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HYMN 211.

Watts.

L. M.

Bath. Leeds.

Love to Christ present or absent. 1 OF all the joys we mortals know, Jesus, thy love exceeds the rest; Love, the best blessing here below, The highest rapture of the blest. 2 While we are held in thine embrace, There's not a thought attempts to rove; Each smile that's seen upon thy face, Fixes, and charms, and fires our love. 3 When of thine absence we complain, And long, and weep, and humbly pray; There's a strange pleasure in the pain,Those tears are sweet which mown thy stay.

4 When round thy courts by day we rove,
Or ask the watchmen of the night,
For some kind tidings from above,
Thy very name creates delight.

5 Jesus, our God, descend and come;
Our eyes would dwell upon thy face;
'Tis heav'n to see our Lord at home,
And feel the presence of his grace.
HYMN 212.

7s.

Newton.

Pleyel's. Bath Abbey.
Lovest thou me? John xxi. 15.
1 "TIS a point I long to know,
Oft it causes anxious thought :-

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Do I love the Lord, or no? Am I his, or am I not? 2 If I love, why am I thus ?

Why this dull, this lifeless frame? Hardly, sure, can they be worse,

Who have never heard his name. 3 Could my heart so hard remain, Pray'r a task and burden prove― Ev'ry trifle give me pain

If I knew a Saviour's love?
4 When I turn mine eyes within,
All is dark, and vain, and wild;
Fill'd with unbelief and sin-
Can I deem myself a child?
5 If I pray, or hear, or read,
Sin is mix'd with all I do;
You who love the Lord indeed,
Tell me is it thus with you?
6 Yet I mourn my stubborn will,
Find my sin a grief and thrall;
Should I grieve for what I feel,
If I did not love at all!

7 Lord decide the doubtful case!
Thou who art thy people's Sun:
Shine upon thy work of grace,
If it be indeed begun.

8 Let me love thee more and more, If I love at all, I pray;

If I have not lov'd before,
Help me to begin to-day.

HYMN 213.

C. M.

Clarendon. Springfield.

Stennett.

Without love I am nothing. 1 Cor. xiii. 1-3.
1 DID I possess the gift of tongues,
Great God, without thy grace,
My loudest words, my loftiest songs
Would be but sounding brass.

2 Tho' thou should'st give me heav'nly skill Each myst'ry to explain,

Had I no heart to do thy will,
My knowledge would be vain.
3 Had I so strong a faith, my God,
As mountains to remove,

No faith could do me real good,
That did not work by love.

4 Oh, grant me then this one request,
And I'll be satisfied,

That love divine may rule my breast,
And all my actions guide.

HYMN 214.

S. M. Toplady

Watchman. Froome.

Christian love. Gal. iii. 28.

1 LET party names no more
The Christian world o'erspread;
Gentile and Jew, and bond and free,
Are one in Christ their head.

2 Among the saints on earth,
Let mutual love be found;

Heirs of the same inheritance,

With mutual blessings crown'd.

3 Let discord-child of hell! Be banish'd far away;

Those should in strictest friendship dwell, Who the same Lord obey.

4 Thus will the church below

Resemble that above,

Where streams of pleasure ever flow,
And every heart is love.

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Springfield. Newmark. Barby.

Swain.

1 HOW sweet, how heav'nly is the sight,
When those who love the Lord,
In one another's peace delight,
And so fulfil his word:-

2 When each can feel his brother's sigh, And with him bear a part:

When sorrows flow from eye to eye,
And joy from heart to heart:-

3 When free from envy, scorn, and pride, Our wishes all above,

Each can his brother's failings hide,
And show a brother's love!

4 Let love in one delightful stream,
Through every bosom flow;

And union sweet, and dear esteem,
In every action glow.

5 Love is the golden chain that binds
The happy souls above;

And he's an heir of heaven who finds
His bosom glow with love.

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Peace of Conscience. Acts xxiv. 16. 1 SWEET peace of conscience, heav'nly guest!

Come, fix thy mansion in my breast;
Dispel my doubts, my fears control,
And heal the anguish of my soul.

2 Come, smiling hope, and joy sincere,
Come, make your constant dwelling here;
Still let your presence cheer my heart,
Nor sin compel you to depart.

3 Thou God of hope, and peace divine,
O, make these sacred pleasures mine!
Forgive my sins, my fears remove,
And send the tokens of thy love.

4 Then, should mine eyes, without a tear,
See death, with all his terrors, near;
My heart should then in death rejoice,
And raptures tune my falt'ring voice.
HYMN 217. 6, 8.

Bethesda. Edwin's.

Raffles.

1 COME, heavenly peace of mind, I sigh for thy return;

I seek, but cannot find

The joys for which I mourn;
Ah! where's the Saviour now,
Whose smiles I once possess'd?

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