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COLLECTION

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PSALMS AND HYMNS.

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HYMN I. C. M.

Free Grace.

RACE, how exceeding fweet to those
Who feel their finful State,

Sunk and diftreft, in Grace they find
A Peace, divinely great.

'Tis Grace, free Grace, moft fweetly calls, Directly come, who will;

Juft as you are; for CHRIST receives
Poor helpless Sinners still.—Luke 15. 2.

We thirft, O LORD; give us, this Day,
To tafte more of this Grace;

More of that Stream which from the Rock
Flow'd thro' the Wildernefs.- -I Cor. 10. 4.

Free Grace alone doth feed our Souls,
It keeps us inly poor;

LORD! Grant that nothing else but Grace
May rule for evermore!

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HYMN II. C. M.

Abounding Grace.

JESU, JESU, gracious LORD,
How wond'rous is thy Love!
Thy Patience, Pity, Tenderness,
I ev'ry Moment prove.

Alas! how faithlefs is my Mind,
How apt to turn aside,
And wander in its own Deceits
Of Reasonings and Pride.

Yet, deareft SAVIOUR, love me ftill,
Tho' finful, weak, and poor,

For well I know where Sin abounds,

Thy Grace aboundeth more.-Rom. 5. 20.

O let me not that Grace abufe,-Rom. 6. 15.
And Sin because thou'rt good;
Rather my Soul be fill'd with Shame,
I e'er thy Love withstood.

HYMN III. C. M.

For the Sacrament.

ORD! haft thou given me, thus to Feaft?
Am I indeed my SAVIOUR'S Guest ?

Is my poor fainting Soul allow'd,

This Bread of Life, this heav'nly Food?

Where then is Guilt, and Grief, and Care,
Where Horror, Anguifh and Defpair?
I know them not; Oh happy Lofs!
They hang on my REDEEMER's Cross.

Oh glorious Mercy! wond'rous Grace!
Ye wipe the Tears from off my Face;
No more I feel the Sting of Sin;
All now is Hope and Peace within.

Help then ye Blefs'd, my feeble Voice;
(Ye who in Penitence rejoice) Luke 15. 10.
Oh teach me quick your facred Lays;
Teach me, Oh! teach me Songs of Praise.

HYMN IV. 7s.

Fellowship with CHRIST. i John 1. 3.
APPY am I, when I feel,

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JESUS near my worthless Heart;

When he does himself reveal,

And his precious Love impart.

Bleffed Fellowship I prove,

Peace and Love, and Comfort fweet;
Then I weep, and fing, and love,

Then I worship at his Feet.

Then with happy John I view

All his Body mark'd with Scars;
And with Mary can bedew

Both his Feet with melting Tears.

Feaft me with thy dying Love,
Whilft I run the Chriftian Race ;
Then my Soul to Heav'n remove,
There again to fing thy Grace.

HYMN V.

A precious CHRIST.

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L. M.

1 Pet 2. 7.

HIS is my Hope, O precious CHRIST,
When Earth's alluring Things appear,

I call, I figh, for Thee I thirft,

I long to feel Thee only dear.

Sometimes my Sky from Storms is free,
And then my Cup with Joy flows o'er,
Without a Cloud my CHRIST I fee,

And feel the SAVIOUR's ftrength'ning Pow't. O JESU, let it ftill be thus,

This Favour ever let me prove;

Fix me for ever at thy Crofs,

And bind me there with Cords of Love.

(Hof. 11. 4.

HYMN VI. C. M..
Cafting Care upon the LORD.
ESUS, our blind and trembling Souls,
Let thy foft Voice perfuade,

In all Diftrefs to come to Thee,
We need not be afraid.

Is Sin our Grief? Whatever Sin,
No Difference it makes :
'Tis all forgiven thro' thy Blood
That flowed for our Sakes.

Is Unbelief the Sin we feel?-John 16.9.
Above all Sin accurft:

Sure! when Thou fufferedft for Sin,
Thou didst include the worst.

Are we o'erwhelm'd with Thought and Care?
Hath Sorrow feiz'd our Breaft?
Tho' 'tis a Shame it should be fo,
Yet Thou wilt give us Reft.

HYMN

THO

VII. C. M.

The Sinner's Reft.

HOU Friend of Sinners! hear my Cry,
And grant me my Requeft;

That in thy Death I now may find
My everlasting Rest.

There is no Happiness or Peace,

That can be found elsewhere;
In it alone my Life I'll feek,
In it thy Love declare.

May I no more refift thy Love,

No more thy SPIRIT grieve ;-Eph. 4. 30. But as a little Child become,

And fimply Thee believe.

Faith is thy Gift, moft gracious LORD,*
Beftow it now on me;

Then a poor Sinner's Right I'll claim,
Wholly to truft in Thee.

To truft in Thee, who haft redeem'd
My Soul from endless Pain,

That I might know no other Theme,
But that the LAMB was flain.

* Eph. 2. 8..