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2. With tend’rest voice thou bad'st me flee The paths which thou could'st ne'er approve ; And gently drew my soul to thee, With cords of sweet, eternal love.

3 Now to thy footstool, Lord, I fly,
And low in self-abasement fall;
A vile, a helpless worm, I lie,
And thou, my God, art all in all.

4 Dearer, far dearer to my heart, Than all the joys that earth can give; From fame, from wealth, from friends I’d ... part, Beneath thy countenance to live.

5 And when, in smiling friendship dress'd

Death bids me quit this mortal frame, Gently reclin'd on Jesus' breast,

My latest breath shall bless his name.

6 Then my unfetter'd soul shall rise,
And soar above yon starry spheres,
Join the full chorus of the skies,
And sing thy praise thro' endless years.

HYMN 373. C. M. Newton. Clifford. Bradford. Old things passed away. 2 Cor. v. 17. i LET carnal minds the world pursue, It has no charms for me; Once, I admir’d its trifles too, But #" has set me free.

2 Its fading charms no longer please,
No more content afford;
Far from my heart be '' like these,
Now I have seen the Lord.
3 As by the light of op'ning day,
The stars are all conceal’d;
So earthly pleasures fade away,
When Jesus is reveal’d.

4 Creatures no more divide my choice-
I bid them all depart;
His name, and love, and gracious voice,
Have fix'd my roving heart.

5 Now, Lord, I would be thine alone,
And wholly live to thee;
Bnt may I hope that thou wilt own
A worthless worm like me!

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HYMN 374. L. M. Cowper. - Kent. Bath. Truro. 1 NO more I ask, or hope to find, Delight or happiness below: Sorrow may well possess the mind, That feeds where thorns and thistles grow. 2 The joy that fades is not for me, I seek immortal joys above; There, glory without end shall be The bright reward of faith ": love. - o

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3 Cleave to the world, ye sordid worms,
Contented, lick your native dust;
But God shall fight, with all his storms,
Against the idol of your trust.
HYMN 375. S. M. Hammond.

Nativity. Peckham.

Song of Moses and the Lamb. Rev. xv. 3. 1 AWAKE, and sing the song Of Moses and the Lamb; Wake, ev'ry heart and ev'ry tongue, To praise the Saviour's name. 2 Sing of his dying love; Sing of his rising pow'r, Sing, how he intercedes above, For those whose sins he bore. 3 Sing, till we feel our heart Ascending with our tongue; Sing, till the love of sin depart, And grace inspire our song. 4 Sing on your heavn’ly way, Ye ransom'd sinners, sing; Sing on, rejoicing every day, In Christ, th' eternal King. 5 Soon shall we hear him say, “Ye blessed children come;” Soon will he call us hence away, And take his wand’rers home. 6 Soon shall our raptur'd tongue His endless praise proclaim; And sweeter voices tune the song o,#" and the Lamb.

HYMN 376. C. M.
Clifford. St. Martin’s.
1, OH, for a thousand tongues to sing
My dear Redeemer's praise;
The glories of my God and King,
The triumphs of his grace :

2 My gracious Master, and my God,
Assist me to proclaim,
To spread through all the earth abroad
The honors of thy name. \

3 JESUS, the name that calms our fears,
That bids our sorrows cease;
'Tis music in the sinner's ears;
'Tis life, and health, and peace.
4 He breaks the pow'r of reigning sin,
He sets the pris'ner free;
His blood can make the foulest clean;
His blood avail'd for me.
5 Let us obey, we then shall know,
Shall feel our sins forgiv'n:
Anticipate our heav'n below,
And own that love is heav'n.

HYMN 377. C. M. Doddridge.
- York. St. Ann's.
Returning to Zion. Isa. xxxv. 10.

1 SING, ye redeemed of the Lord,

* Your great Deliv'rer sing: Pilgrims, for Zion's city bound, Be joyful in your King.

2 A hand divine shall lead you on,
Through all the blissful road:
Till to the sacred mount you rise,
And see your smiling God.

3 The garlands of immortal joy
Shall bloom on ev'ry head;
While sorrows, sighing, and distress,
Like shadows, all are fled.
4 March on in your Redeemer's strength;
Pursue his footsteps still ;
And let the prospect cheer your eye,
While lab’ring up the hill.

HYMN 378. 7s. Cennick.
Pilgrim's Hymn. Somerset. Middleton.
1 CHILDREN of the heav'nly King,
As ye journey, sweetly sing;
Sing your Saviour's worthy praise,
Glorious in his works and ways.
2 Ye are trav'ling home to God,
In the way the fathers trod,
They are happy now, and ye
Soon their happiness shall see.
3 Shout, ye little flock, and blest,
You near Jesus’ throne shall rest;
There your seats are now prepar’d,
There your kingdom and reward.
4 Fear not, brethren, joyful stand
On the borders of your land:
Jesus Christ, yonr Father's son, -
Bids# undismay’d, Go on.

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