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Dying Love's mysterious Cause;
But the Blessing Down to all, to me, it flows. 5 This hath set me all on Fire,
Strongly glows the Flame of Love;
Then I'll praise thee
H Y M N CCCCLX, WHEN the fierce North Wind with his
airy Forces Rears up the Baltic to a foaming Fury; And the red Lightning with a Storm of Hail.
Rushing amain down. 2 How the poor Sailors stand amaz'd and
tremble ! While the hoarse Thunder, like a bloody
Quick to devour them. 3 Such shall the Noise be,and the wild Disorder,
(If Things eternal may be like those earthly) Such the dire Terror whenthe greatArchangel
Shakes the Creation; 4 Tearsthe strongPillars of the Vault of Heaven, Breaks up old Marble, the Repose of Princes;
See the Graves open, and the Bones arising,
Flames all around 'em! 5 Hark, the thrill Outcries of the guilty
Worm lies Gnawing within them. 6 Thoughts, like old Vultures, prey upon
their Heartitrings, And thesmart twinges, when the Eye beholds The lofty Judge frowning, and a Flood of
Veng'ance Rolling afore him. 7. Hopeless Immortals! how they scream and
headlong Down to the Center, 8 Stop here, iny Fancy: (all away, ye horrid
Doleful Ideas,) come, arise to JESUS; How he fits Godlike! and the Saints around him
Thron’d, yet adoring! 9 Omay I fit there when he comestriumphant,
Dooming the Nations! then ascend to Glory
Shout the Redeemner.
H Y M N CCCCLXI.
I Love the Lord; but ah! how far
My Thoughts from the dear Object are !
I tread the Courts of his Abode:
And tempt me off before his Face. 3 Would I enjoy myLord alone ?
I bid my Paffions all be gone,
To bar the Door and guard it ftill. 4 But Cares, or Trifles, make or find
Still new Avenues to the Mind,
Huge Crowds betwixt my Lord and me. 5
This foolish Heart can leave her God,
the Wind ? 6 Look gently down, almighty Grace,
Prison me round in thine Embrace;
H Y M N CCCCLXII.
me, .. thou great Jehovah ;
Pilgrim thro' this barren Land, I am weak, but thou art mighty,
Hold me with thy pow'rful Hand; Bread of Heaven, Bread of Heaven,
Feed me till I want no more, 2 Open now the crystal Fountain,
Whence the healing Streams do flow;
Lead me all my Journey through:
Be thou still my Strength and Shield. 3 When I tread the Verge of Jordan,
Bid my anxious Fears fubfide;
Land me safe on Canaan's Side,
H YM N CCCCLXIII.
IS a Point I long to know,
Oft it causes anxious Thought; Do I love the Lord, or no?
Am I his, or am I not? 2 If I love-why am I thus ? Why this dull and lifeless Frame
Hardly? sure can they be worse,
Who have never heard his Name! 3 Could my Heart so hard remain
Pray'r a Talk and Burden prove-
If I knew a Saviour's Love?
All is dark, and vain, and wild :
Can I deem myself a Child ? 5 If I pray, or hear, or read,
Sin is mix'd with all I do ;
Tell me-is it thus with you?
Find my Sin a Grief and Thrall-
If I did not love at all ?
Choose the Ways I once abhorrid-
If I did not love the Lord ?
Thou who art thy People's Sun;
If it be indeed begun ! 9
Let me love thee more and more,