30 let them all thy mind express,
Stand forth thy chosen witnesses,
Thy power unto salvation show,
And perfect holiness below!
4 In them let all mankind behold
How Christians lived in days of old,
Mighty their envious foes to move,
A proverb of reproach-and love.
5 From every sinful wrinkle free,
Redeemed from all iniquity,

The fellowship of saints make known;
And, O my God, might I be one!

6 O might my lot be cast with these,
The least of Jesu's witnesses!

O that my Lord would count me meet
To wash his dear disciples' feet!

7 This only thing do I require:

Thou knowest 'tis all my heart's desire
Freely what I receive to give,
The servant of thy church to live;

8 After my lowly Lord to go,

And wait upon thy saints below; Enjoy the grace to angels given, And serve the royal heirs of heaven. 9 Lord, if I now thy drawings feel, And ask according to thy will, Confirm the prayer, the seal impart, And speak the answer to my heart.

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7s & 6 s. TAKER, Saviour of mankind, Who hast on me bestowed An immortal soul, designed To be the house of God; Come, and now reside in me, Never, never to remove; Make me just and good, like thee, And full of power and love,

2 Bid me in thy image rise,

A saint, a creature new, True, and merciful, and wise, And pure, and happy too.

In Jesus's power, In Jesus's love: With glad exultation Your triumph proclaim,

Ascribing salvation To God and the Lamb.

2 Thou, Lord, our relief In trouble hast been;

Hast saved us from grief, Hast saved us from sin;

The power of thy Spirit Hath set our hearts free,

And now we inherit All fulness in thee; 3 All fulness of peace, All fulness of joy, And spiritual bliss That never shall cloy :

To us it is given In Jesus to know A kingdom of heaven, A heaven below. 4 No longer we join While sinners invite, Nor envy the swine Their brutish delight;

Their joy is all sadness, Their mirth is all vain,

Their laughter is madness, Their pleasure is pain.

5 Omight they at last With sorrow return, The pleasures to taste For which they were born;

EXTENDED on a cursed tree,

Besmeared with dust, and sweat, and blood,

See there, the King of glory see! Sinks and expires the Son of God.

2 Who, who, my Saviour, this hath done? Who could thy sacred body wound? No guilt thy spotless heart hath known, No guile hath in thy lips been found. SI, I alone, have done the deed!

"Tis I thy sacred flesh have torn; My sins have caused thee, Lord, to bleed,

Pointed the nail, and fixed the thorn. 4 The burden, for me to sustain

Too great, on thee, my Lord, was laid;

To heal me, thou hast borne my pain; To bless me, thou a curse wast made.

5 In the devouring lion's teeth,

Torn and forsook of all, I lay; Thou sprang'st into the jaws of death, From death to save the helpless prey.

6 My Saviour how shall I proclaim? How pay the mighty debt I owe?

Let all I have, and all I am,

Ceaseless to all thy glory show.

7 Too much to thee I cannot give;
Too much I cannot do for thee;
Let all thy love, and all thy grief,
Graven on my heart for ever be!

8 The meek, the still, the lowly mind,
O may I learn from thee, my God,
And love, with softest pity joined,
For those that trample on thy blood!

9 Still let thy tears, thy groans, thy sighs, O'erflow my eyes, and heave my breast,

Till loose from flesh and earth I rise, And ever in thy bosom rest.

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SAVIOUR, if thy precious love
Could be merited by mine,
Faith these mountains would remove;
Faith would make me ever thine:
But when all my care and pains
Worth can ne'er create in me,
Nought by me thy fulness gains;
Vain the hope to purchase thee.

Cease, O man, thy worth to weigh,
Give the needless contest o'er;
Mine thou art! while thus I say,
Yield thee up, and ask no more:
What thy estimate may be,

Only can by him be told
Who, to ransom wretched thee,
Thee to gain, himself was sold.

3 But when all in me is sin,

How can I thy grace obtain?
How presume thyself to win?
God of love, the doubt explain:
Or if thou the means supply,

Lo, to thee I all resign!
Make me Lord-I ask not why,
How I ask not,-
,-ever thine.

high!

He comes to meet us from the sky
In mildest majesty ;
Full of unutterable grace,
He calls the weary burdened race,

"Come all for help to me."

2 Tired with the greatness of my way, From him I would no longer stray,

But rest in Jesus have;
Weary of sin, from sin would cease,
Weary of mine own righteousness,
And stoop, myself to save.

3 Weary of passions unsubdued,
Weary of vows in vain renewed,

Of forms without the power,

Of prayers, and hopes, complaints, and groans,

My fainting soul in silence owns

I can hold out no more.

4 Beneath this mountain load of grief, Of guilt and desperate unbelief,

Jesus, thy creature see;

With all my nature's weight oppressed,
I sink, I die for want of rest,
Yet cannot come to thee.

5 Mine utter helplessness I feel;
But thou, who gav'st the feeble will,
The effectual grace supply;
Be thou my strength, my light, my

God,

To wash me in thy cleansing blood, To dwell within thy wounds; then pain

Is sweet, and life or death is gain.

2 Take my poor heart, and let it be
For ever closed to all but thee!
Seal thou my breast, and let me wear
That pledge of love for ever there!

3 How blest are they who still abide Close sheltered in thy bleeding side, Who life and strength from thence derive,

And by thee move, and in thee live.

4 What are our works but sin and death, Till thou thy quickening Spirit breathe! Thou giv'st the power thy grace to

move;

O wondrous grace! O boundless love! 5 How can it be, thou heavenly King, That thou shouldst us to glory bring? Make slaves the partners of thy throne, Decked with a never-fading crown?

6 Hence our hearts melt, our eyes o'erflow,

Our words are lost; nor will we know, Nor will we think of aught beside, "My Lord, my Love is crucified."

7 Ah, Lord! enlarge our scanty thought, To know the wonders thou hast wrought;

Unloose our stammering tongues, to

tell

Thy love immense, unsearchable.

8 First-born of many brethren thou!
To thee, lo! all our souls we bow:
To thee our hearts and hands we give:
Thine may we die, thine may we live!

1 SAVIOUR, the world's and mine,
Was ever grief like thine!
Thou my pain, my curse hast took,
All my sins were laid on thee;
Help me, Lord; to thee I look,
Draw me, Saviour, after thee.

2 'Tis done! my God hath died;
My Love is crucified !
Break, this stony heart of mine;

Pour, mine eyes, a ceaseless flood; Feel, my soul, the pangs divine; Catch, my heart, the issuing blood! 3 When, O my God, shall I

For thee submit to die? How the mighty debt repay? Rival of thy passion prove? Lead me in thyself, the Way;

Melt my hardness into love. 4 To love is all my wish,

I only live for this;
Grant me, Lord, my heart's desire,
There by faith for ever dwell;
This I always will require,
Thee, and only Thee, to feel.

5 Thy power I pant to prove,
Rooted and fixed in love;
Strengthened by thy Spirit's might,
Wise to fathom things divine,
What the length, and breadth, and height,
What the depth of love like thine.

6 Ah! give me this to know, With all thy saints below; Swells my soul to compass thee, Gasps in thee to live and move;

Filled with all the Deity,

All immersed and lost in love!

The Father's co-eternal Son

Bore all my sins upon the tree; The immortal God for me hath died! My Lord, my Love is crucified.

2 Behold him, all ye that pass by,

The bleeding Prince of life and

peace!

Come, see, ye worms, your Maker die, And say, was ever grief like his ? Come, feel with me his blood applied: My Lord, my Love is crucified.

3 Is crucified for me and you,

To bring us rebels back to God:
Believe, believe the record true,

Ye all are bought with Jesu's blood,
Pardon for all flows from his side;
My Lord, my Love is crucified.
4 Then let us sit beneath his cross,

And gladly catch the healing stream,
All things for him account but loss,
And give up all our hearts to him;
Of nothing think or speak beside,
"My Lord, my Love is crucified."

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Cast on thee our every care, To thine arms of mercy fly, Find our lasting quiet there. Burdened with a world of grief, Burdened with our sinful load,