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Bright seraphs, dispatch'd from the throne,

Repair to their stations assign'd; And angels elect are sent down

To guard the elect of mankind. Tby worship no interval knows;

Their fervour is still on the wing; And while they protect my repose,

They chant to the praise of my King: I too, at the season ordain'd,

Their chorus for ever shall join; And love and adore, without end,

Their faithful Creator and mine.

109. Wrestling Jacob. Alcester. LORD, I cannot let thee go,

Till a blessing thou bestow;
Do not turn away thy face,
Mine's an urgent pressing case.
Thou didst once a wretch behold,
In rebellion blindly bold,
Scorn thy grace, thy pow'r defy;
That poor rebel, Lord, was I.
Once a sinner near despair,
Sought thy mercy-seat by pray'r;
Mercy heard and set him free:
Lord, that mercy came to me.

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?
No-I must maintain my hold,
'Tis thy goodness makes me bold:
I can no denial take,
When I plead for Jesu's sake.

110. Mercy. MONMOUTH. THY mercy, my God, is the theme of

my song, The joy of my heart, and the boast of my

tongue: Thy free grace alone, from the first to the

last, Has won my affections, and bound my soul

fast. Thy mercy is more than a match for my

heart, Which wonders to feel its own hardness

depart: Dissolv'd by thy sun-shine, I fall to the

ground, And weep to the praise of the mercy I found. Thy mercy in Jesus exempts me from hell; Of mercy I'll sing, of thy mercy I'll tell: ?Twas Jesus my friend, when he hung on

the tree, That open'd the channel of mercy for me.

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Great Father of mercies, thy goodness I own, And covenant-love of thy crucified Son: All praise to the Spirit, whose whisper divine Seals mercy, and pardon, and righteousness,

mine. 111. Joy of Faith. Haughton. HOW happy are we

Our election who see,
And can venture our souls on thy gracious

decree!
In Jesus approv'd;

From eternity lov’d;
And held in his hand, whence we cannot

be moy'd!
'Tis sweet to recline

On the bosom divine,
And experience the comforts peculiar to

thine:
While borne from above,

And upheld by thy love,
We with singing and triumph to Sion remove.

Our seeking thy face

Was the fruit of thy grace; Thy goodness deserves, and shall have all

the praise: No sinner can be

Beforehand with thee; Thy grace is preventing, almighty and free.

Effectually drawn,

We came to thy Son; And thou'lt perfect the work, for the work

was thy own: Thy breath, from above,

The spark shall improve; No floods can extinguish our dawning of love.

112. Part Second.

Part Second. WINWICK. LORD, one thing we want;

More holiness grant! For more of thy mind, and thy likeness we

pant: Thine image impress

On thy favorite race; Oh, fashion and polish thy vessels of grace.

Thy workmanship we

More plainly would be:
Lord, take us in hand, and conform us to

thee!
Thy impression to bear,

Thy likeness to wear;
Be this our ambition, our study and pray'r.

We shall still be renew'd,

Till thy Spirit and blood Have ripen'd us quite for the vision of God:

When that moment is come,

Thou wilt send for us home, And thy perfected saints to thy glory assume.

On Immanuel's land

We shortly shall stand
With crowns on our heads, and with harps.

in our hand :
His harp, lo, each tunes!

Lo, we cast down our crowns!
And with songs of salvation heav'n's concave

resounds!

113.

. Following Christ. CHINA. JESUS, my all, to heav'n is gone,

He whom I fix my hopes upon;
His track I see, and I'll pursue
The narrow way, till him I view.
The way the holy prophets went,
The way that leads from banishment;
The King's highway of holiness
I'll go, for all his paths are peace.
Lo! glad I come, and thou blest Lamb
Shalt take me to thee as I am:
Nothing but sin I thee can give;
Nothing but love shall I receive.

Then will I tell to sinners round,
What a dear Saviour I have found;
I'll point to thy redeeming blood
And say, Behold the way to God!

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