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1 JESUS, my All, to heaven is gone,
He whom I fix my hopes upon;
His track I see, and I'll pursue
The narrow way, till him I view.
2 The way the holy prophets went,
The road that leads from banishment,
The King's highway of holiness,
I'll go; for all his paths are peace.
3 This is the way I long have sought,
And mourned because I found it not;
My grief, my burden long has been,
Because I could not cease from sin.

4 The more I strove against its power,
I sinned and stumbled but the more ;
Till late I heard my Saviour say,

Come hither, soul! I am the way."
5 Lo! glad I come! and thou, blest Lamb!
Shalt take me to thee as I am;
Nothing but sin I thee can give ;
Nothing but love shall I 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!
John Cennick, 1743, a.

2 And is it true, that many fly The sound that bids my soul rejoice; And rather choose with fools to die, Than turn an ear to mercy'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 appeared,

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, "T is due to sovereign grace alone, That oft selects its proudest foes. Thomas Kelly, 1809.

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Maximilian Eberwein, 1775-1831. Adapted by George Kingsley, 1853.

me?

1 ОH! gift of gifts! Oh! grace of faith!
My God! how can it be

That thou, who hast discerning love,
Shouldst give that gift to me?

2 How many hearts thou mightst have had More innocent than mine!

How many souls more worthy far
Of that sweet touch of thine!

3 Ah! grace! into unlikeliest hearts
It is thy boast to come,

The glory of thy light to find

In darkest spots a home.

4 The crowd of cares, the weightiest cross, Seem trifles less than light;

Earth looks so little, and so low,
When faith shines full and bright.

5 Oh! happy, happy that I am!
If thou canst be, O faith!
The treasure, that thou art in life,
What wilt thou be in death?

6 Thy choice, O God of goodness! then
I lovingly adore :

Oh! give me grace to keep thy grace,
And grace t' inherit more.

2 'T was grace that taught my heart to fear, And grace my fears relieved;

How precious did that grace appear,
The hour I first believed!

3 Through many dangers, toils and snares, I have already come;

'T is grace has brought me safe thus far, And grace will lead me home.

4 Yes, when this flesh and heart shall fail, And mortal life shall cease,

I shall possess, within the veil,
A life of joy and peace.

5 The earth shall soon dissolve like snow, The sun forbear to shine;

But God, who called me here below,
Will be for ever mine.

1 AMAZING grace! - how sweet the sound! That saved a wretch like me ;

I once was lost, but now am found,
Was blind, but now I see.

How worthless they appear,

Compared with thee, supremely good, Divinely bright and fair!

Benjamin Beddome, 1787.

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my trust; Nor

'T is bitter pain,-'t is cruel smart,But, Oh! thou must consent, my heart!

3. Ye fair enchanting throng!

Ye golden dreams! farewell!
Earth has prevailed too long,
And now I break the spell:
Farewell, ye joys of early years!-
Jesus! forgive these parting tears.

4 In Gilead there is balm,

A kind Physician there, My fevered mind to calm,

To bid me not despair:

Dear Saviour! help me, set me free,,
And I will all resign to thee.

5 Oh! may I feel thy worth,
And let no idol dare,-

No vanity of earth,

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With thee, my Lord! compare: Now bid all worldly joys depart, And reign supremely in my heart.

Jane Taylor, 1812, a.

Intercession and Pardon.

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1 ARISE, my soul! arise;

Shake off thy guilty fears;

The bleeding Sacrifice

In my behalf appears:

Before the throne my Surety stands,

My name is written on his hands.

2 He ever lives above,

For me to intercede;

His all-redeeming love,

His precious blood, to plead; His blood atoned for all our race,

And sprinkles now the throne of grace.

3 Five bleeding wounds he bears, Received on Calváry;

They pour effectual prayers,

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They strongly plead for me:

Forgive him, Oh! forgive," they cry, "Nor let that ransom'd sinner die."

4 The Father hears him pray,

His dear anointed One:
He cannot turn away

The presence of his Son:
His Spirit answers to the blood,
And tells me, I am born of God.

5 My God is reconciled;

His pardoning voice I hear:
He owns me for his child;
I can no longer fear:

With confidence I now draw nigh,
And "Father, Abba, Father!" cry.

Charles Wesley, 1742.