My self, my all, to thee I give, Wilt thou the sacrifice receive? 6 Then will I tell to sinners round. What a dear Saviour I have found; I'll point to thy redeeming blood, And say," BEHOLD THE WAY TO GOD."

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CXXII. S. M. Hart.

I am the Way, &c. John xiv. 6.
AM, saith Christ, the Way,
Now if we credit Him,

All other paths must lead astray,
How fair soe'er they seem.

2 I am, saith Christ, the Truth.
Then all that lacks this test,
Proceed it from an angel's mouth,
Is but a lie at best.

3 I am, saith Christ, the Life.
Let this be seen by faith,

It follows without further strife,
That all besides is death.

4 If what those words aver,
The Holy Ghost apply;

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The simplest Christian shall not err,
Nor be deceiv'd, nor die.

ALL IN ALL.

CXXIII. C. M.

Toplady,

All in all.. Col. iii. 11.

COMPAR'D with Christ, in all beside

No comeliness I see;

The one thing needful, dearest Lord,
Is to be one with thee.
2 The sense of thy expiring love
Into my soul convey:

Thyself bestow; for thee alone
My all in all I pray.

3 Less than thyself will not suffice,
My comfort to restore :

More than thyself I cannot crave;
And thou canst give no more.

4 Lov'd of my God, for him again
With love intense I'd burn:
Chosen of thee 'ere time began,
I'd chuse thee in return.

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5 Whate'er consists not with thy love, O teach me to resign:

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I'm rich to all th' intents of bliss
If thou, O God, art mine.

CROWN HIM.

CXXIV. C. M. Miles's lane tune. W

Crown him.

Attend your Saviour's call;

misery feel,

Return, he'll your backslidings heal;
O crown him Lord of all.

2 Though crimson sin increase your guilt,
And painful is your thrall;

For broken hearts his blood was spilt;
O crown him Lord of all.

3 Take with you words, approach his throne,
And low before him fall;

He understands the spirit's groan;
O crown him Lord of all.

4 Whoever comes he'll not cast out,
Although your faith be small;
His faithfulness you cannot doubt;
O crown him Lord of all.

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CXXV. C. M. Miles's lane tune. Rip. Selec.

The spiritual Coronation. Cant. iii. 11.
ANGELS.

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LL hail the pow'r of Jesus' name!
Let angels prostrate fall:

Bring forth the royal diadem,
And crown him Lord of all.

MARTYRS.

2 [Crown him, ye martyrs of our God,
Who from his altar call;
Extol the stem of Jesse's rod,
And crown him Lord of all.]

CONVERTED JEWS.

3 [Ye chosen seed of Israel's race,
A remnant weak and small;
Hail him who saves you by his grace,
And crown him Lord of all.]

BELIEVING GENTILES.

4 Ye Gentile sinners, ne'er forget
The wormwood and the gall;
Go-spread your trophies at his feet,
And crown him Lord of all.

SINNERS OF EVERY AGE.

5 [Babes, men, and sires, who know his love,

Who feel your sin and thrall; Now joy with all the hosts above,

And crown him Lord of all.]

SINNERS OF EVERY NATION.

6 Let ev'ry kindred, ev'ry tribe
On this terrestrial ball,

To him all majesty ascribe,
And crown him Lord of all.

OURSELVES.

70 that, with yonder sacred throng, We at his feet may fall:

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We'll join the everlasting song,
And crown him Lord of all.

THE INFLUENCES OF THE
SPIRIT.

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CXXVI. L. M. Rippon's Selec.
The Leadings of the Spirit. Rom. viii. 14.
OME, gracious Spirit, heavenly Dove,
With light and comfort from above;
Be thou our guardian, thou our guide;
O'er every thought and step preside.
2 Conduct us safe, conduct us far.
From every sin and hurtful snare ;
Lead to thy word that rules must give,
And teach us lessons how to live.

3 The light of truth to us display,

And make us know and choose thy way;
Plant holy fear in every heart,
That we from God may ne'er depart.

4 Lead us to holiness, the road

That we must take to dwell with God;
Lead us to Christ, the living way,
Nor let us from his pastures stray.
5 Lead us to God, our final rest,
In his enjoyment to be bless'd;
Lead us to heaven, the seat of bliss,
Where pleasure in perfection is.

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CXXVII. L. M. Denbigh Tune. Toplady.
A propitious gale longed for.

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T anchor laid, remote from home,
Toiling, I cry," Sweet Spirit, come!

"Celestial breeze, no longer stay,

But swell my sails and speed my way! 2" Fain would I mount, fain would I glow, And loose my cable from below: "But I can only spread my sail;

"Thou, Thou must breathe th' auspicious gale!"

CXXVIII. C.M. Doddridge.

Divine drawings celebrated; or, Gratitude the spring of true religion. Hosea xi. 4. MY God, what silken cords are thine!

How soft, and yet how strong !

While power, and truth, and love combine
To draw our souls along.

2 Thou saw'st us crush'd beneath the yoke
Of Satan and of sin:

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Thy hand the iron bondage broke,
Our worthless hearts to win.
3 The guilt of twice ten thousand sins
One moment takes away;
And grace, when first the war begins,
Secures the crowning day.

Comfort through all this vale of tears
In rich profusion flows,
And glory of unnumber'd years
Eternity bestows.

Drawn by such cords we onward move,
"Till round thy throne we meet;
And captives in the chains of love,
Embrace our conqueror's feet.

CXXIX. L. M. Watts.
The operations of the Holy Spirit.
TERNAL Spirit! we confess
And sing the wonders of thy grace;
Thy pow'r conveys our blessings down
From God the Father and the Son.
2 Enlighten'd by thine heav'nly ray,
Our shades and darkness turn to day;
Thine inward teachings make us know
Our danger, and our refuge too.

3 Thy pow'r and glory work within,
And break the chains of reigning sin;
Do our imperious lusts subdue,
And form our wretched hearts arew;

4 The troubled conscience knows thy voice;
Thy cheering words awake our joys;
Thy words allay the stormy wind,
And calms the surges of the mind.

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THE FRUITS OF THE SPIRIT.

FAITH.

CXXX. S. M. Beddome.

Faith, its Author and preciousness. Eph. ii. 8.
NAITH!-'tis a precious grace,
Where'er it is bestow'd!

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It boasts of a celestial birth,
And is the gift of God!
Jesus it owns a king,

And all-atoning priest,
It claims no merit of its own,
But looks for all in Christ.

3 To him it leads the soul,

When fill'd with deep distress; Flies to the fountain of his blood, And trusts his righteousness.

4 Since 'tis thy work alone, And that divinely free;

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Lord, send the Spirit of thy Son
To work this faith in me.

CXXXI. C. M. D. Turner.

The Power of Faith.

AITH adds new charms to earthly bliss,
And saves me from its snares;

Its aid in every duty brings,

And softens all my cares:

2 Extinguishes the thirst of sin,

And lights the sacred fire

Of love to God and heavenly things,
And feeds the pure desire.

3 The wounded conscience knows its power
The healing balm to give ;
That balm the saddest heart can cheer,
And make the dying live.

4 Wide it unveils celestial worlds,

Where deathless pleasures reign;
And bids me seek my portion there,
Nor bids me seek in vain ;