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If such the sweetness of the streams,

What will that fountain be, Where saints and angels draw their bliss

Immediately from thee! 'Tis sweet to rest in lively hope,

That when my change shall come, Angels will hover round my bed,

And waft my spirit home.
There shall my disembodied soul

Behold him and adore :
Be with bis likeness satisfied,

And grieve and sin no more.


LORD, I feel a carnal mind,

That hangs about me still, Vainly though I strive to bind

Mine own rebellious will; Is not haughtiness of heart

The gulf between my God and me? Meek Redeemer, now impart,

Thine own humility. Fain would I

my Be all my Saviour taught, Do as Jesus bids me do,

And think as Jesus thought:

Lord pursue,


But 'tis thou must change my heart,

The perfect gift must come from thee : Meek Ředeemer, now impart,

Thine own humility.
Lord, I cannot, must not rest,

Till I thy mind obtain,
Chase presumption from my breast,

And all thy mildness gain !
Give me, Lord, thy gentle heart,

Thy lowly mind my portion be,
Meek Redeemer, now impart,

Thine own humility.
Let thy cross my will controul,

Conform me to my Guide:
In thine image mould my soul,

And crucify my pride;
Give me, Lord, a contrite heart,

A heart that always looks to thee :
Meek Redeemer, now impart,

Thine own humility. Tear away my every boast,

My stubborn mind abase : Saviour! fix my only trust

In thy redeeming grace: Give me a submissive heart,

From pride and self-dependence free; Meek Redeemer, now impart,

Thine own humility.


Rock of ages, rent for me!

Let me hide myself in Thee; Let the water and the blood,

From Thy riven side which flow'd, Be of sin the double cure,

Cleanse me from its guilt and power! Not the labour of my hands

Can fulfil Thy-law's demands; Could my zeal no respite know,

Could my tears for ever flow, All for sin could not atone:

Thou must save, and Thou alone! Nothing in my hand I bring,

Simply to Thy cross I cling ; Naked, come to Thee for dress :

Helpless, look to Thee for grace Vile, I to the fountain fly;

Wash me, Saviour, or I die. While I draw this fleeting breath,

When my eyelids close in death, When I soar to worlds unknown,

See Thee on Thy judgment throne, Rock of ages, rent for me,

Let me hide myself in Thee!


What though my frail eyelids refuse
Continual watchings to keep,
And, punctual as midnight renews,
Demand the refreshment of sleep;
A sovereign protector I have,
Unseen, yet for ever at hand,
Unchangeably faithful to save,
Almighty to rule aud command.
From evil


and its dread, I rest, if my Saviour is nigh, And songs his kind presence indeed Shall in the night season supply; He smiles, and my comforts abound, His grace as the dew shall descend, And walls of salvation surround The soul he delights to defend. Kind author and ground of my hope, Thee, thee, for my God I avow, My glad Ebenezer set up, And own thou hast help'd me till now: I muse on the years that are past, Wherein my

defence thou hast proved, Nor wilt thou relinquish at last A sinner so signally loved.


INSPIRER and hearer of prayer,
Thou feeder and guardian of thine,
My all to thy covenant care
I sleeping and waking resign;
If thou art my shield and my sun,
The night is no darkness to me,
And fast as my moments roll on,
They bring me but nearer to thee.
Thy minist'ring spirits descend,
To watch while thy saints are asleep,
By day and by night they attend,
The heirs of salvation to keep;
Bright seraphs dispatch'd from the throne,
Repair to the stations assign'd,
And angels elect are sent down,
To guard the elect of mankind.
Thy worship no interval knows,
Their fervour is still on the wing:
And while they protect my repose:
They chaunt to the praise of my king :
I too, at the season ordain'd,
Their chorus for ever shall join,
And love, and adore, without end,
Their faithful Creator, and mine.

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