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2 Now my search is at an end,

Now my wishes rove no more!
Thus my moments I would spend,
Love, and wonder, and adore:
Jesus, source of excellence!
All thy glorious love reveal!
Kingdoms shall not bribe me hence,
While this happiness I feel.

3 Take my heart, 'tis all thine own,
To thy will my spirit frame;
Thou shalt reign, and thou alone,
Over all I have or am:
If a foolish thought shall dare
To rebel against thy word,

Slay it, Lord, and do not spare,
Let it feel thy Spirit's sword!
4 Making thus the Lord my choice,
I have nothing more to choose,
But to listen to thy voice,
And my will in thine to lose:
Thus whatever may betide,
I shall safe and happy be,
Still content and satisfied,
Having all in having thee.

HYMN LXVII.

The Happy Debtor.

1 TEN thousand talents once I owed,
And nothing had to pay,
But Jesus freed me from the load,
And wash'd my debt away.

2 Yet since the Lord forgave my sin,
And blotted out my score,
Much more indebted I have been
Than e'er I was before.

3 My guilt is cancell'd quite, I know, And satisfaction made;

But the vast debt of love I owe
Can never be repaid.

4 The love I owe for sin forgiven,

For power to believe,

For present peace and promis'd heaven, No angel can conceive.

5 That love of thine, thou sinner's Friend!

Witness thy bleeding heart!

My little all can ne'er extend
To pay a thousandth part.

6 Nay more, the poor returns I make,
I first from thee obtain ;*

And 'tis of grace, that thou wilt take
Such poor returns again.

7 'Tis well, it shall my glory be
(Let who will boast their store)
In time and to eternity,

To owe thee more and more.

SIMILAR HYMNS.

Book I. Hymn 27, 50, 70, 93, 122. Book II. Hymn 23, 90.

1 Chron. xxix. 14.

VI. CAUTIONS.

HYMN LXVIII.

The New Convert.

1 THE new-born child of gospel-grace,
Like some fair tree when summer's nigh,
Beneath Emmanuel's shining face,
Lifts up his blooming branch on high.
2 No fears he feels, he sees no foes,
No conflict yet his faith employs,
Nor has he learnt to whom he owes
The strength and peace his soul enjoys.
3 But sin soon darts its cruel sting,
And comforts sinking day by day,
What seem'd his own, a self-fed spring,
Proves but a brook that glides away.

4 When Gideon arm'd his num'rous host,
The Lord soon made his numbers less;
And said, lest Israel vainly boast,*

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My arm procur'd me thus success." 5 Thus will he bring our spirits down, And draw our ebbing comforts low, That, sav'd by grace, but not our own, We may not claim the praise we owe. C.

HYMN LXIX.
True and False Comforts.

1 O God, whose favourable eye
The sin-sick soul revives,
Holy and heavenly is the joy
Thy shining presence gives:
2 Not such as hypocrites suppose,
Who with a graceless heart,
Taste not of thee, but drink a dose,
Prepar'd by Satan's art.

3 Intoxicating joys are theirs,

Who, while they boast their light,
And seem to soar above the stars,
Are plunging into night.

4 Lull'd in a soft and fatal sleep,
They sin, and yet rejoice;
Were they indeed the Saviour's sheep,
Would they not hear his voice?

5 Be mine the comforts that reclaim
The soul from Satan's power,

That make me blush for what I am,
And hate my sin the more.

6 "Tis joy enough, my All in All,
At thy dear feet to lie;
Thou wilt not let me lower fall,
And none can higher fly.

HYMN LXX.

True and False Zeal.

1 ZEAL is that pure and heavenly flame The fire of love supplies;

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While that which often bears the name Is self in a disguise.

⚫ Judges vii.

2 True zeal is merciful and mild, Can pity and forbear;

The false is headstrong, fierce, and wild,
And breathes revenge and war.

3 While zeal for truth the christian warms,
He knows the worth of peace;
But self contends for names and forms,
Its party to increase.

4 Zeal has attain'd its highest aim,
Its end is satisfied,

If sinners love the Saviour's name,

Nor seeks it aught beside.

5 But self, however well employed,
Has its own ends in view,
And says, as boasting Jehu cried,*
"Come, see what I can do."
6 Self may its poor reward obtain,
And be applauded here,

But zeal the best applause will gain
When Jesus shall appear.

7 Dear Lord, the idol self dethrone,
And from our hearts remove,
And let no zeal by us be shown
But that which springs from love.

HYMN LXXI.

A Living and a Dead Faith. 1 THE Lord receives his highest praise From humble minds and hearts sincere, While all the loud professor says Offends the righteous Judge's ear. 2 To walk as children of the day,

To mark the precepts' holy light,
To wage the warfare, watch and pray,
Show who are pleasing in his sight.
3 Not words alone it cost the Lord,
To purchase pardon for his own;
Nor will & soul, by grace restor'd,
Return the Saviour words alone.

4 With golden bells, the priestly vest,t
And rich pomegranates border'd round,
The need of holiness express'd,
And call'd for fruit as well as sound.
5 Easy, indeed, it were to reach
A mansion in the courts above,
If swelling words and fluent speech
Might serve instead of faith and love.

6 But none shall gain the blissful place,
Or God's unclouded glory see,
Who talks of free and sovereign grace,
Unless that grace has made him free. C.

HYMN LXXII.

Abuse of the Gospel.

1 Too many, Lord, abuse thy grace, In this licentious day;

And while they boast they see thy face, They turn their own away.

2 Thy book displays a gracious light, That can the blind restore;

But these are dazzled by the sight,

And blinded still the more.

3 The pardon such presume upon
They do not beg, but steal;
And when they plead it at thy throne,
Oh! where's the Spirit's seal?

4 Was it for this, ye lawless tribe,
The dear Redeemer bled?
Is this the grace the saints imbibe
From Christ the living Head?

5 Ah! Lord, we know thy chosen few
Are fed with heavenly fare;

But these, the wretched husks they chew, Proclaim them what they are.

6 The liberty our hearts implore,
Is not to live in sin,

But still to wait at Wisdom's door,
Till Mercy calls us in.

HYMN LXXIII.

The Narrow Way.

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1 WHAT thousands never knew the road! What thousands hate it when 'tis known

None but the chosen tribes of God
Will seek or choose it for their own.

2 A thousand ways in ruin end,
One only leads to joys on high;
By that my willing steps ascend,
Pleas'd with a journey to the sky.
3 No more I ask, or hope to find
Delight or happiness below;
Sorrow may as well possess the mind
That feeds where thorns and thistles grow.
4 The joy that fades is not for me,
I seek immortal joys above:
There glory without end shall be
The bright reward of faith and love.

5 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.

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* 2 Kingu z. 16.

Exod. xxviii. 33.

* Matth. xxvi. 33.

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1 GRACE, triumphant in the throne,
Scorns a rival, reigns alone!
Come, and bow beneath her sway,
Cast your idol-works away.

Works of man, when made his plea,
Never shall accepted be;

Fruits of pride (vain-glorious worm!)
Are the best he can perform.

2 Self, the god his soul adores,
Influences all his powers;
Jesus is a slighted name,
Self-advancement all his aim,

But when God the Judge shall come,
To pronounce the final doom,
Then for rocks and hills to hide
All his works and all his pride!
3 Still the boasting heart replies,
What! the worthy and the wise,
Friends to temperance and peace,
Have not these a righteousness?
Banish ev'ry vain pretence

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15 What before excited fears,
Rather pleasing now appears;
If a sin, it seems so small,
Or, perhaps, no sin at all.

6 Often thus, through sin's deceit,
Grief, and shame, and loss I meet;
Like a fish, my soul mistook,
Saw the bait, but not the hook.
7 O my Lord! what shall I say?
How can I presume to pray?
Not a word have I to plead,
Sins like mine are black indeed!
8 Made by past experience wise,
Let me learn thy word to prize;
Taught by what I 've felt before,
Let me Satan's glass abhor.

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HYMN LXXVII.

Are there Few that shall be Saved?

DESTRUCTION's dang'rous road,

What multitudes pursue!

While that which leads the soul to God,

Is known or sought by few.

Believers enter in

By Christ, the living gate:

But they who will not leave their sin,
Complain it is too strait.

If self must be denied,

And sin forsaken quite,

They rather choose the way that 's wide, And strive to think it right.

Encompass'd by a throng,

On numbers they depend;

So many surely can't be wrong,
And miss a happy end.

But numbers are no mark

That men will right be found,

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Built on human excellence;

Perish ev'ry thing in man,

A few were sav'd in Noah's ark,*

But the grace that never can.

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HYMN LXXVI.

Sin's Deceit.

1 SIN, when view'd by scripture-light, Is a horrid, hateful sight;

But when seen in Satan's glass, Then it wears a pleasing face. 2 When the gospel-trumpet sounds, When I think how grace abounds, When I feel sweet peace within, Then I'd rather die than sin. 3 When the cross I view by faith, Sin is madness, poison, death; Tempt me not, 'tis all in vain, Sure I ne'er can yield again. 4 Satan, for a while debarr'd, When he finds me off my guard, Puts his glass before my eyes, Quickly other thoughts arise.

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And make them, ere the storm arise, To thee for safety flee.

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3 No hardship he, nor toil, can bear,
No difficulty meet;

He wastes his hours at home, for fear
Of lions in the street.

4 What wonder, then, if sloth and sleep
Distress and famine bring!
Could he in harvest hope to reap,
Who would not sow in spring?
5 "Tis often thus in soul-concerns:

We gospel-sluggards see,
Who, if a wish would serve their turns,
Might true believers be.

6 But when the preacher bids them watch,
And seek, and strive, and pray,*
At ev'ry poor excuse they catch,

A lion in the way!

7 To use the means of grace, how loth!
We call them still in vain;
They yield to their beloved sloth,
And fold their arms again.

8 Dear Saviour, let thy power appear, The outward call to aid;

These drowsy souls can only hear
The voice that wakes the dead.

HYMN LXXIX.

Not in Word, but in Power.

1 How soon the Saviour's gracious call,
Disarm'd the rage of bloody Saul!†
Jesus, the knowledge of thy name,
Changes the lion to a lamb!

2 Zaccheus, when he knew the Lord,‡
What he had gain'd by wrong, restor❜d;
And of the wealth he priz'd before,
He gave the half to feed the poor.

3 The woman who so vile had been,
When brought to weep o'er pardon'd sin,
Was from her evil ways estrang'd,
And show'd that grace her heart had chang'd.
4 And can we think the power of grace
Is lost, by change of time and place?
Then it was mighty, all allow,
And is it but a notion now?

5 Can they whom pride and fashion sway,
Who Mammon and the world obey,
In envy or contention live,
Presume that they indeed believe?

6 True faith unites to Christ the root,
By him producing holy fruit;
And they who no such fruit can show,
Still on the stock of nature grow.
7 Lord, let thy word effectual prove,
To work in us obedient love!

And may each one who hears it, dread
A name to live, and yet be dead.||

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SIMILAR HYMNS

Book I. Hymn 8, 20, 85, 87, 91, 104, 125, 139, 141.

Book II. Hymn 34, 49, 86, 91, 99.

VII. PRAISE.

HYMN LXXX.

Praise for Faith.

1 Or all the gifts thine hand bestows,
Thou giver of all good!
Not heaven itself a richer knows,
Than my Redeemer's blood.

2 Faith, too, the blood-receiving grace,
From the same hand we gain;
Else, sweetly as it suits our case,
That gift had been in vain.

3 Till thou thy teaching power apply,
Our hearts refuse to see,
And weak, as a distemper'd eye,

Shut out the view of thee.

4 Blind to the merits of thy Son,
What misery we endure!

Yet fly that hand, from which alone
We could expect a cure.

5 We praise thee, and would praise thee more
To thee our all we owe;
The precious Saviour and the power
That makes him precious too.

HYMN LXXXI.

Grace and Providence.

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1 ALMIGHTY King! whose wondrous hand
Supports the weight of sea and land,
Whose grace is such a boundless store,
No heart shall break that sighs for more.
2 Thy providence supplies my food,
And 'tis thy blessing makes it good;
My soul is nourish'd by thy word,
Let soul and body praise the Lord.
3 My streams of outward comfort came
From him, who built this earthly frame;
Whate'er I want his bounty gives,
By whom my soul for ever lives.
4 Either his hand preserves from pain,.
Or, if I feel it, heals again;

From Satan's malice shields my breast,
Or over-rules it for the best.

5 Forgive the song that falls so low
Beneath the gratitude I owe!

It means thy praise, however poor,
An angel's song can do no more.

HYMN LXXXII.
Praise for Redeeming Love.

1 LET us love, and sing and wonder,
Let us praise the Saviour's name!
He has hush'd the law's loud thunder,
He has quench'd Mount Sinai's flame:

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He has wash'd us with his blood,
He has brought us nigh to God.

2 Let us love-the Lord who bought us, Pitied us when enemies,

Call'd us by his grace, and taught us,
Gave us ears, and gave us eyes:

He has wash'd us with his blood,
He presents our souls to God.

3 Let us sing, though fierce temptations
Threaten hard to bear us down;
For the Lord, our strong salvation,
Holds in view the conq'ror's crown:*
He who wash'd us with his blood,
Soon will bring us home to God.
4 Let us wonder,-grace and justice
Join, and point to mercy's store!
When through grace in Christ our trust is,
Justice smiles, and asks no more:

He who wash'd us with his blood,
Has secur'd our way to God..
5 Let us praise, and join the chorus
Of the saints enthron'd on high;
Here they trusted him before us,
Now their praises fill the sky :t
"Thou hast wash'd us with thy blood;
Thou art worthy, Lamb of God!"

6 Hark, the name of Jesus sounded
Loud from golden harps above!
Lord, we blush, and are confounded,
Faint our praises, cold our love!

Wash our souls and songs with blood,
For by thee we come to God.

HYMN LXXXIII.

I will Praise the Lord at all Times.. 1 WINTER has a joy for me,

While the Saviour's charms I read,
Lowly, meek, from blemish free,
In the snow-drop's pensive head.
2 Spring returns, and brings along
Life-invigorating suns;

Hark! the turtle's plaintive song,
Seems to speak his dying groans!
3 Summer has a thousand charms,
All expressive of his worth;

'Tis his sun that lights and warms,
His the air that cools the earth.
4 What! has autumn left to say
Nothing of a Saviour's grace?
Yes, the beams of milder day
Tell me of his smiling face.
5 Light appears with early dawn;
While the sun makes haste to rise,
See his bleeding beauties drawn
On the blushes of the skies.

Evening, with a silent pace,
Slowly moving in the west,
Shows an emblem of his grace,
Points to an eternal rest.

Rev. ii 10

HYMN LXXXIV.

Perseverance.

1 REJOICE, believer, in the Lord,
Who makes your cause his own;
The hope that's built upon his word
Can ne'er be overthrown.

2 Though many foes beset your road, And feeble is your arm;

Your life is hid with Christ in God,*
Beyond the reach of harm.

3 Weak as you are, you shall not faint,
Or, fainting, shall not die,
Jesus, the strength of ev'ry saint,†
Will aid you from on high.

4 Though sometimes unperceiv'd by sense,
Faith sees him always near,
A guide, a glory, a defence;
Then what have you to fear?
5 As surely as he overcame,

And triumph'd once for you,
So surely you that love his name,
Shall triumph in him too.

HYMN LXXXV.

Salvation.

1 SALVATION! What a glorious plan,
How suited to our need!
The grace that raises fallen man
Is wonderful indeed!

2 "Twas wisdom form'd the vast design,
To ransom us when lost;

And love's unfathomable mine.
Provided all the cost.

3 Strict Justice, with approving look,
The holy covenant seal'd;

And Truth and Power undertook
The whole should be fulfill'd.

4 Truth, Wisdom, Justice, Power, and Love, In all their glory shone,

When Jesus left the courts above,
And died to save his own.

5 Truth, Wisdom, Justice, Power, and Love, Are equally displayed;

Now Jesus reigns enthron'd above,
Our Advocate and Head.

6 Now sin appears deserving death,
Most hateful and abhorr'd;
And yet the sinner lives by faith,.
And dares approach the Lord.

HYMN LXXXVI. Reigning Grace.

1 Now, may the Lord reveal his face,
And teach our stamm'ring tongues
To make his sovereign, reigning grace,t
The subject of our songs!

No sweeter subject can invite

A sinner's heart to sing,

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