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2 Begone, unworthy of my cares,

Ye flattering baits of sense!
Inestimable worth appears,

The pearl of price immense.
3 Should both the Indies, at my call,

Their boasted stores resign,
With joy I would renounce them all,

For leave to call thee mine.
4 Should earth's vain treasures all depart,

of this dear gift possessed, I'd clasp it to my joyful heart,

And be for ever blessed.
5 Dear Sovereign of my soul's desires !

Thy love is bliss divine;
Accept the praise that grace inspires,
Since I can call thee mine.

C. M. 97.

Christ, our Support in Death.
I JESUS! the vision of thy face

Hath overpowering charms:
Scarce shall I feel death's cold embrace,

While in the Saviour's arms. 2 And while ye hear my heart-strings break,

How sweet the minutes roll !
A mortal paleness on my cheek,
And glory in my soul.

L. M. 98. Christ, our Wisdom and our Righteousness. I BURIED in shadows of the night,

We lie, till Christ restores the light;
Wisdom descends to heal the blind,

And chase the darkness of the mind.
2 Our guilty souls are drowned in tears,
Till his atoning blood appears;
Then we awake from deep distress,

And sing the Lord, our righteousness. 3 Jesus beholds where Satan reigns,

Binding his slaves in heavy chains:
He sets the pris'ners free, and breaks
The iron bondage from our necks.

4 Poor helpless worms in thee possess

Grace, wisdom, power, and righteousness:
Thou art our mighty All-and we
Give our whole selves, O Lord! to thee.

S. M. 99.

All Things in Christ. 1 THOU very present Aid

In suffering and distress!
The mind, which still on thee is stayed,

Is kept in perfect peace. 2 The sonl, by faith reclined

On the Redeemer's breast,
Mid raging storms, exults to find

An everlasting rest.
3 Sorrow and fear are gone,

Whene'er thy face appears;
It stills the sighing orphan's moan,

And dries the widow's tears. 4 It hallows every cross,

It sweetly comforts me;
It makes me now forget my loss,

And lose myself in thee. 5 Jesus, to whom I fly,

Will all my wishes fill;
What though created streams are dry?

I have the fountain still.
6 Stripped of my earthly friends,

I find them all in one:
And peace, and joy which never ends,

And heaven, in Christ, begun.

L. M. 100.

The Mercy of God in Christ. 1 NOT to condemn the sons of men,

Did Christ, the Son of God, appear;
No weapons in his hands are seen,

No flaming sword, nor thunder there. 2 Such was the pity of our God,

He loved the race of man so well,
He sent his Son, to bear our load

of sins, and save our souls from hell.

3 Sinners! believe the Saviour's word,

Trust in his mighty name and live;
A thousand joys his lips afford,
His hands a thousand blessings give.

L. M.
101.

Love of Christ in the Heart.
I COME, dearest Lord! descend and dwell,

By faith and love in every breast;
Then shall we know, and taste, and feel,

The joys that cannot be expressed.
2 Come, fill our hearts with inward strength;

Make our enlarged souls possess,
And learn the heighth, and breadth, and length,

Of thine eternal love and grace.
3 Now to the God whose power can do

More than our thoughts and wishes know,
Be everlasting honors done
By all the church, through Christ, the Son.

S. M.
102.

Vital Union to Christ.
1 DEAR Saviour! we are thine

By everlasting bonds;
Our names, our hearts, we would resign;

Our hearts are in thy hands.
2 To thee we still would cleave,

With ever-growing zeal ;
If millions tempt us Christ to leave

Oh ! let them ne'er prevail.
3 Thy Spirit shall unite

Our souls to thee, our head;
Shall form us to thine image bright,

That we thy paths may tread.
4 Death may our souls divide

From these abodes of clay ;
But love shall keep us near thy side

Through all the gloomy way.
5 Since Christ and we are one,

Why should we doubt and fear ?
If he in heaven hath fixed his throne,

He 'N fix his members there.

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C. M. 103.

God's Love in Christ.
I THE Saviour !-Oh! what endless charms

Dwell in the blissful sound!
Its influence every fear disarms,

And spreads sweet peace around. 2 Here pardon, life, and joys divine,

In rich effusion flow,
For guilty rebels lost in sin,

And doomed to endless wo.
3 Oh! the rich depths of love divine,

Or bliss a boundless store!
Dear Saviour! let me call thee mine;

I cannot wish for more.
4 On thee alone my hope relies,

Beneath thy cross I fall;
My Lord, my life, my sacrifice,

My Saviour, and my all !

H. M. 104.

Mission of Christ.
I COME, every pious heart,

That loves the Saviour's name!
Your noblest powers exer

To celebrate his fame;
Tell all above, and all below,

The debt of love to him you owe. 2 He left his starry crown,

And laid his robes aside;
On wings of love, came down,

And wept, and bled, and died:
What he endured no tongue can tell,
To save onr souls from death and hell
3 From the dark grave he rose,-

The mansion of the dead;
And thence his mighty foes

In glorious triumph led;
Up through the sky the conqueror rode,
And reigns on high, the Saviour-God.
From thence he 'll quickly come,
His chariot will not stay,

And bear our spirits home

To realms of endless day:
There shall we see his lovely face,
And ever be in his embrace.

C. M. 105.

King of Saints. 1 COME, ye that love the Saviour's name,

And joy to make it known!
The sovereign of your hearts proclaim,

And bow before the throne. 2 Behold your King, your Saviour, crowned

With glories all-divine;
And tell the wondering nations round,

How bright these glories shine.
3 Infinite power and boundless grace,

In him unite their rays;
Ye that have e'er beheld his face!

Can ye forbear his praise ?
4 When in his earthly courts we view

The beauties of our King,
We long to love as angels do,

And wish like them to sing.
5 And shall we long and wish in vain?

Lord! teach our songs to rise ;
Thy love can animate the strain,

And bid it reach the skies.

C. M. 106.

A new Song to the Lamb. 1 BEHOLD the glories of the Lamb,

Amidst his Father's throne !
Prepare new honors for his name,

And songs, before unknown. 2 Let elders worship at his feet,

The church adore around;
With vials full of odors sweet,

And harps of sweeter sound.
3 Those are the prayers of all the saints,

And these the hymns they raise :
Jesus is kind to our complaints,

He loves to hear our praise.

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