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 drest,
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,

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And sing thy praise through endless years.
HYMN 58. P. M. 8, 7.

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A Miracle of Grace.

HOnly thee I wish to sing;

AIL, my ever blessed Jesus,

To my soul thy name is precious, Thou my Prophet, Priest, and King. 2 Oh, what mercy flows from heav'n, Oh, what joy and happiness! Love I much? I've much forgiv'nI'm a miracle of grace.

3 Once, with Adam's race in ruin,
Unconcern'd in sin I lay;

Swift destruction still pursuing,
Till my Saviour pass'd that way.

4 Witness, all ye hosts of heav'n,
My Redeemer's tenderness!

Love I much? I've much forgiven-
I'm a miracle of grace.
5 Shout, ye bright angelic choir;
Praise the Lamb enthron'd above;
While, astonish'd, I admire

God's free grace and boundless love. 6 That bless'd moment I receiv'd him, Fill'd my soul with joy and peace; Love I much? I've much forgiv❜nI'm a miracle of grace.

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HYMN 59. L. M.

Distinguishing Grace acknowledged.
HEAR a voice that comes from far;
From Calvary it sounds abroad;

It soothes my soul, and calms my fear: It speaks of pardon bought with blood. 2 And is it true that many fly

The sound that bids my soul rejoice; And rather choose in sin to die,

Than turn an ear to inercy's voice? 3 Alas for those!—the day is near,

When mercy will be heard no more; Then will they ask in vain to hear The voice they would not hear before. 4 With such, I own, I once appear'd

But now I know how great their loss; For sweeter sounds were never heard Than mercy utters from the cross. 5 But let me not forget to own,

That if I differ aught from those, 'Tis due to sov❜reign grace alone, That oft selects its proudest foes.

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HYMN 60. C. M.

Asking the Way to Zion.

[NQUIRE, ye pilgrims, for the way,
That leads to Zion's hill,
And thither set your steady face,
With a determin'd will.

2 Invite the strangers all around,
Your pious march to join;
And spread the sentiments you feel
Of faith and love divine.

3 Oh, come, and to his temple haste,
And seek his favour there;
Before his footstool humbly bow,
And pour your fervent pray'r!

4 Oh, come, and join your souls to God
In everlasting bands;
Accept the blessings he bestows,
With thankful hearts and hands.

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HYMN 61. L. M.

Not ashamed of Jesus.

ESUS! and shall it ever be,

A mortal man asham'd of thee!

Asham'd of thee, whom angels praise, Whose glories shine thro' endless days. 2 Asham'd of Jesus!-sooner far

Let ev'ning blush to own a star:
He sheds the beams of light divine
O'er this benighted soul of mine.
Asham'd of Jesus!-just as soon
Let midnight be asham'd of noon;
'Tis midnight with my soul till He,
Bright morning Star, bid darkness flee.

4 Asham'd of Jesus!-that dear friend,
On whom my hopes of heav'n depend!
No! when I blush, be this my shame,
That I no more revere his name.

5 Asham'd of Jesus!-yes I may—
When I've no guilt to wash away—
No tear to wipe-no good to crave-
No fear to quell no soul to save.

6 Till then-nor is my boasting vain-
Till then I boast a Saviour slain!
And Oh, may this my glory be,
That Christ is not asham'd of me!

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HYMN 62. L. M.

Renewal of Self Dedication. HAPPY day, that fix'd my choice On thee, my Saviour, and my God! Well may this glowing heart rejoice, And tell its raptures all abroad. 2 O happy bond, that seals my vows To him who merits all my love! Let cheerful anthems fill his house, While to that sacred shrine I move. 3 'Tis done:-the great transaction's done; I am my Lord's, and he is mine: He drew me and I follow'd onCharm'd to confess the voice divine. 4 Now rest, my long-divided heart, Fix'd on this blissful centre, rest; With ashes who would grudge to part, When call'd on angels' bread to feast? 5 High heav'n, that heard the solemn vow, That vow renew'd shall daily hear:

Till in life's latest hour I bow,

And bless in death a bond so dear.

HYMN 63. C. M.

Deliverance from Evil Companions.

1 THE giddy world, with flatt'ring tongue, Had charm'd my soul astray,

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And lur'd my heedless feet to death,
Along the flow'ry way.

2 My heart, with agonizing pray'r,
Besought the Lord to save;

Unseen, he seiz'd my trembling hand,
And brought me from the grave.

3 He broke the charm, which drew my feet
To darkness and the dead:
From lips profane, and tongues impure,
With quiv'ring steps I fled.

4 Homeward I flew to find my God,
And seek his face divine,

Restor❜d to peace, to hope, to life,
To Zion's friends and mine.

HYMN 64. C. M.

Christian Fellowship.

UR souls, by love together knit,
Cemented, mixt in one,

One hope, one heart, one mind, one voice,
'Tis heav'n on earth begun.

2 Our hearts have often burn'd within,
And glow'd with sacred fire,
While Jesus spoke, and fed, and blest,
And fill'd th' enlarg❜d desire.

3 The little cloud increases still,
The heav'ns are big with rain;