In whom we are, and move, and live, Martins Lane.] HYMN 376. 12 lines 8's. THO HOU, Jesus, thou my breast inspire, : Mercy that earth and heaven transcends; A faithful witness of thy grace, And answer all thy great design; The crown of righteousness divine. When I have liv'd to thee alone, Pronounce the welcome word, "Well done!" And let me take my place above! Enter into my Master's joy, And all eternity employ, In praise, and ecstasy, and love. TRUSTING IN GRACE AND PROVI DENCE. Broomsgrove.] HYMN 377. C. M. 1 WHEN all thy mercies, O my God, WH W My rising soul surveys: Transported with the view I'm lost 2 O how can words with equal warmth That glows within my ravis'd heart? 3 Thy providence my life sustain'd, 4. To all my weak complaints and cries, Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learn'd 5 Unnumber'd comforts on my soul From whom those comforts flow'd. 6 When in the slippery paths of youth, With heedless steps I ran; Thine arm, unseen, convey'd me safe, 7 Through hidden dangers, toils, and deaths; And through the pleasing snares of vice, 8 Ten thousand thousand precious gifts Clarks.] HYMN 378. 7's, 6's, & 1 8. VA VAIN, delusive world, adieu, Only Jesus I pursue, Who bought me with his blood! All thy pleasures I forego, I trample on thy wealth and pride, Only Jesus will I know, And Jesus crucify'd. 2 Other knowledge I disdain, 'Tis all but vanity : Christ, the Lamb of God, was slain, He tasted death for me! Me to save from endless wo The sin-atoning Victim died! Only Jesus will I know, And Jesus crucify'd! 3 Here will I set up my rest; My fluctuating heart From the haven of his breast Shall never more depart: His wounds for me stand open wide Only Jesus will I know, 4 Him to know is life and peace, 5 O that I could all invite, 1 This saving truth to prove : Show the length, the breadth, the height, And depth of Jesu's love! Fain I would to sinners show The blood by faith alone apply'd! Only Jesus will I know, And Jesus crucify'd. Salford.] HYMN 379. C. M. WITH joy we meditate the grace Of our High Priest above; His heart is made of tenderness, His bowels melt with love. 2 Touch'd with a sympathy within, 3 He in the days of feeble flesh, 4 He'll never quench the smoking flax, The bruised reed he never breaks. 5 Then let our humble faith address 1 Brewer.] HYMN 380. L. M. JESUS my all to heaven is gone, 2 The way the holy prophets went, 6 Then will I tell to sinners round, Broomsgrove.] HYMN 381. C. M. M My everlasting all, Y God, my portion, and my lovė. I've none but thee in heaven above, |