HYMN 114. I JOHN iv. 16. LATTER PART. L OVE divine, all love excelling, Joy of heav'n, to earth come down! Fix in us thine humble dwelling, All thy faithful mercies crown: JESUS! thou art all compaffion, Pure, unbounded love thou art; Vifit us with thy falvation, Enter ev'ry longing heart! 2 Breathe, O breathe thy loving Spirit, Let us all in thee inherit. End of faith, as its beginning, 4 Finish then thy new creation, I HYMN 115 GOD THE ONLY REFUGE IN TROUBLE.. DE EAR Refuge of my weary soul, On thee, when waves of trouble roll, 2 While hope revives, tho' prefs'd with fears, And I can fay MY GOD, Beneath thy feet I spread my cares, 3 To thee I tell each rifing grief, Thy word can bring a sweet relief, 4 But O! when gloomy doubts prevail, I fear to call thee mine; The fprings of comfort feem to fail, 5 Yet, gracious GOD, where fhall I flee, Thou art my only truft? And still my foul wou'd cleave to thee, 6 Haft thou not bid me seek thy face? And can the ear of fov'reign grace 7 No, ftill the ear of fov'reign grace may To breathe my forrows there. 8 Thy mercy-feat is open still; Here let my foul retreat, With humble hope attend thy will, HYMN I16. CHRIST A SURE GUIDE. G UIDE me, O thou great JEHOVAH, Pilgrim, through this barren land; I am weak, but thou art mighty, Hold me with thy pow'rful hand : Bread, of heav'n, Bread of heav'n, Feed me till I want no more. 2 Open now the crystal fountain Whence the healing ftreams do flow, Let the fiery cloudy pillar, T Lead me all my journey through: Strong Deliv❜rer, ftrong Deliv'rer, Be thou still my strength and shield. 3 When I tread the verge of Jordan, Bid my anxious fears fubfide; Death of deaths, and hell's deftruction, Land me fafe on Canaan's fide: Songs of praifes, Songs of praises, I will ever give to thee. HYMN 117. HEAVENLY JOYS ON EARTH. I COME ye that love the LORD, And let your Joys be known; Join in a fong with sweet accord, 2 The forrows of the mind 4 4 The men of grace have found A thoufand facred fweets, 堂 6 Then let our fongs abound, And ev'ry tear be dry; We remarchingthro' IMMANUEL's ground To fairer worlds on high. THE HYMN 118. OFFICES OF CHRIST. JOIN all the glorious names, Of wisdom, love, and pow'r, All are too mean to speak his worth, 2 But O! what gentle terms, To teach his heav'nly grace! My foul, with joy and wonder fee |