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2 Other knowledge I disdain,
'Tis all but vanity : Christ, the Lamb of God was slain,
He tasted death for me! Me to save from endless wo,
The sin-atoning Victim died: Only Jesus will I know,
And Jesus crucified!
My fluctuating heart,
Shall never more depart:
His wounds for me stand open wide: Only Jesus will I know,
And Jesus crucified! 4 Him to know is life and peace,
And pleasure without end; This is all my happiness,
On Jesus to depend; Daily in his grace to grow,
And ever in his faith abide; Only Jesus will I know,
And Jesus crucified ! 5 O that I could all invite,
This saving truth to prove: Show the length, the breadth, the height
And depth of Jesus' love!
The blood by faith alone applied ;
HYMN 221. C. M. 
Of our High Priest above;
His heart is made of tenderness,
His bowels melt with love.
He knows our feeble frame;
For he hath felt the same.
Pour'd out strong cries and tears ; And in his measure feels afresh,
What every member bears.
But raise it to a flame;
Nor scorns the meanest name.
His mercy and his power;
HYMN 222. L. M. 
Till late I heard my Saviour say,
say, “Behold the way to God !"
HYMN 223. C. M. 
My everlasting All,
Or on this earthly ball.
And this inferior clod!
There's nothing like my God.
Scatters his feeble light; 'Tis thy sweet beams create my noon
If thou withdraw, 'tis night. 4 Were I possessor of the earth,
And call'd the stars my own, Without thy graces and thyself,
I were a wretch undone. 5 Let others stretch their arms like seas,
And grasp in all the shore;
And I desire no more.
HYMN 224. 78. 
HYMN 225. L. M. 
For ever be thy name ador'd! I blush in all things to abound;
The servant is above his Lord ! 2 Inurd to poverty and pain,
A suff'ring life my Master led ; The Son of God, the Son of Man,
He had not where to lay his head. 3 But lo! a place he hath prepar'd
For me, whom watchful angels keep; Yea, he himself becomes my guard ;
He smooths my bed, and gives me sleep.
4 Jesus protects; my fears begone:
What can the Rock of Ages move! Safe in thine arms I lay me down,
Thy everlasting arms of love.
Who, who shall violate my rest?
HYMN 226. L. M.
Thro' various deaths my soul hath led; Or turn'd aside the fatal hour,
Or lifted up my sinking head! 2 In all my ways thy hand I own,
Thy ruling providence I see: Assist me still my course to run,
And still direct my paths to thee. 3 Whither, O whither should I fly!
But to my loving Saviour's breast; Secure within thine arms to lie,
And safe beneath thy wings to rest. 4 I have no skill the snare to shun,
But thou, O Christ! my wisdom art: I ever into ruin run,
But thou art greater than my heart. 5 Foolish, and impotent, and blind,
Lead me a way I have not known; Bring me where I my heaven may find,
The heaven of loving thee alone.
Enter, and in me ever stay:
The darkness shall be lost in day.