368. 7s. Newton.

Jacob's wrestling with God....Gen. xxxii. 26.
1 LORD, I cannot let thee go,
Till a blessing thou bestow;
Do not turn away thy face,
Mine's an urgent, pressing case.

2 Dost thou ask me, who I am?
Ah! my Lord, thou know't my name
Yet the question gives a plea,

To support my suit with thee!
3 Thou didst once a wretch behold,
In rebellion blindly bold;"

Scorn thy grace...thy pow'r defy-
That poor rebel, Lord, was I.
4 Once a sinner near despair
Sought thy mercy-seat by pray'r;
Mercy heard and set him free,
Lord, that mercy came to me.
5 Many days have past since then,
Many changes I have seen ;
Yet have been upheld till now;
Who could hold me up but thou ?
6 Thou hast help'd in ev ry need-
This emboldens me to plead ;
After so much mercy past,
Canst thou let me sink at last?

7 No---I must maintain my hold---
"Tis thy goodness makes me bold;
I can no denial take,

When I plead for Jesu's sake.

Jesus....Phil. ii. 10.

I JESUS! in thy transporting name,

What blissful glories rise!

Jesus!...the angels' sweetest theme-
The wouder of the skies.

[2 Well might the skies with wonder view
A love so strange as thine!
No thought of angels ever knew
Compassion so divine.]

3 Jesus! and didst thou leave the sky
For miseries and woes?

And didst thou bleed, and groan and die, For vile, rebellious foes? 4 Victorious love! can language tell The wonders of thy pow'r, Which conquer'd all the force of hell, In that tremendous hour?

5 What glad return can I impart
For favors so divine?

O take my heart---this worthless heart,
And make it only thine.

370. 112th. Matlock's col.

Jesus....Phil. ii. 10.

1 JESUS, sweet name---no name so dear;
No beauty can with him compare:
Chief of ten thousand is my Lord;
Thou art the all creating word:
Thou art alive; sweet words to tell:
Thou hast the keys of death and hell.
2 Soon shall I reach my heavenly home,
Within the New Jerusalem;

And shout free grace with those above,
And view my Jesus whom I love:
There sing, and praise, and with him be,
To spend a long eternity.

371. S. M. Bristol col.

Gentiles praying for the Jews....Rom. x. 1.
LORD, send thy servants forth,

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To call the Hebrews home,

From east and west, from south and north,
Let all the wand'rers come.

Where'er in lands unknown

The fugitives remain,

Bid ev'ry creature help them on,

Thy holy mount to gain.

By preaching of thy word,

May they be brought to hear,

That the Messiah, Christ the Lord,

Did once on earth appear,

Open their hearts, and bring

Them humbly for to own

That he's their Lord, their God and King--

The true anointed one.]

5

With Israel's myriads seal'd,

Let all the nations meet,

And show the mystery fulfill'd--

The family complete.

372. 112th. Wesley.

Gentiles praying for the Jews...Rom. xi. 1..25-25..27.

1 FATHER of faithful Abrah'm, hear

Our earnest suit for Abrah'mn's seed!
Justly they claim the softest pray'r
From us adopted in their stead,
Who mercy thro' their fall obtain,
And Christ by their rejection gain.
2 Outcast from thee, and scatter'd wide,
Thro' ev'ry nation under heaven:
Blaspheming him they crucify'd,
Unsar'd, unpity'd unforgiv'n

Branded like Cain, they bear their load,
Abhorr'd of men, and curs'd of God.

3 But hast thou finally forsook, For ever cast thine own away? Wilt thou not bid the murd❜rers look On him they pierc'd, and weep and pray? Yes, gracious Lord, thy word is past--"All Israel shall be sav'd at last."

4 Come, then, thou great deliv'rer, come;
The veil from Jacob's heart remove;
Bring all thy ancient people home,

And crown them with eternal love :
The world shall their reception view,
And shout to God the glory due.

Journey to Heaven.... Gen. xxiv. 56. 1 IN all my Lord's appointed ways, My journey I'll pursue:

Hinder me not, ye much-lov'd saints,
For I must go with you.

2 Thro' floods and flames, if Jesus lead,
I'll follow where he goes;

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Hinder me not shall be my cry,

Tho' earth and hell oppose.

"Stay," says the world," and taste awhile

"My ev'ry pleasant sweet;"

Hinder me not, my soul replies,

Because the way is great.

4 "Stay," satan, my old master, cries,
"Or force shall thee detain;"

Hinder me not, I will be gone...
My God hath broke thy chain.]
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5 Thro' duty and thro' trials too,
I'll go at his command;

Hinder me not, for I am bound
To my Immanuel's land.

6 And when my Saviour calls me home,
Still this my cry shall be--

Hinder me not....come welcome death....
I'll gladly go with thee.

374. L. M. Medley.

He hath done all things well....Mark vii. 37.
Now in a song of grateful praise,
To my dear Lord my voice I'll raise;
With all his saints I'll join to tell,
My Jesus hath done all things well.
2 All worlds his glorious pow'r confess;
His wisdom all his works express:
But O his love, what tongue can tell?
My Jesus hath done all things well.
3 How sov'reign, wonderful and free
Has been his love to sinful me!

He pluck'd me as a brand from hell;
My Jesus hath done all things well.

4 I spurn'd his grace-I broke his laws,
And yet he undertook my cause;
To save me tho' I did rebel:
My Jesus hath done all things well.

5 And since my soul has known his love,
What mercies has he made me prove!
Mercies which do all praise excel,
My Jesus hath done all things well.
6 When'er my Saviour and my God
Has on me laid his gentle rod,
I know, in all that has befel,
My Jesus hath done all things well.