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2

Exults our rising soul,
Disburthen'd of her load,
And swells unutterably full
Of glory and of God.

His love surpassing far
The love of all beneath,

We find within our hearts, and dare
The pointless darts of death.

Stronger than death or hell
The sacred power we prove;
And conqu❜rors of the world, we dwell
In heaven, who dwell in love.

SECOND PART.

WE by his Spirit prove,

And know the things of God,
The things which freely of his love
He hath on us bestow'd.

His Spirit to us he gave,

And dwells in us we know;

The witness in ourselves we have,
And all its fruits we show.

3

The meek and lowly heart

That in our Saviour was,
To us his Spirit does impart,
And signs us with his cross.

4 Our nature's turn'd, our mind
Transform'd in all its powers;
And both the witnesses are join'd,
The Spirit of God with ours.
Whate'er our pard'ning Lord
Commands, we gladly do;
And guided by his sacred word,
We all his steps pursue.

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6 His glory our design,

We live our God to please;
And rise with filial fear divine,
To perfect holiness.

Kennebeck.] HYMN 178. 48's & 2 6's.

1HOU great mysterious God unknown, Whose love hath gently led me on,

Even from my infant days;
Mine inmost soul expose to view,
And tell me if I ever knew
Thy justifying grace.

2 If I have only known thy fear,
And follow'd, with a heart sincere,
Thy drawings from above;
Now, now the farther grace bestow,
And let my sprinkled conscience know
Thy sweet forgiving love.

3 Short of thy love I would not stop,
A stranger to the Gospel-hope,
The sense of sin forgiven:

I would not, Lord, my soul deceive,
Without the inward witness live,
That antepast of heaven.

4 If now the witness were in me,
Would he not testify of thee,
In Jesus reconcil'd?

And should I not with faith draw nigh,
And boldly, Abba, Father, cry,
And know myself thy child?

5 Whate'er obstructs thy pard'ning love,
Or sin, or righteousness remove,
Thy glory to display;

Mine heart of unbelief convince,
And now absolve me from my sins,
And take them all away.

6 Father, in me reveal thy Son,
And to my inmost soul make known
How merciful thou art:

The secret of thy love reveal,
And by thy hallowing Spirit dwell
For ever in my heart!

Lenox.] HYMN 179. 46's & 2 8's.

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2

RISE, my soul, arise,

A Shake of thy guilty fears,

The bleeding Sacrifice

In my behalf appears;

Before the throne my Surety stands,
My name is written on his hands.

He ever lives above,

For me to intercede,

His all-redeeming love,

His precious blood to plead; His blood aton'd for all our race, And sprinkles now the throne of grace. 3 Five bleeding wounds he bears, Receiv'd on Calvary;

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5

They pour effectual prayers,
They strongly speak for me;
Forgive him, O forgive, they cry,
Nor let that ransom'd sinner die!

The Father hears him pray,

His dear anointed One:

He cannot turn away

The presence of his Son:

His Spirit answers to the blood,

And tells me I am born of God.

My God is reconcil'd,

His pard'ning voice I hear:
He owns me for his child,
I can no longer fear;

1

With confidence I now draw nigh,
And Father, Abba, Father, cry.

Devises.] HYMN 180. C. M.

GREAT God! to me the sight afford,

To him of old allow'd;

And let my faith behold its Lord,
Descending in a cloud!

2 In that revealing Spirit come down,
Thine attributes proclaim,
And to my inmost soul make known
The glories of thy name.

3 Jehovah, Christ, I thee adore,
Who gav'st my soul to be!
Fountain of being, and of power,
And great in majesty.

4 The Lord, the mighty God thou art,
But let me rather prove,
That name inspoken to my heart,
That favourite name of Love.

5 Merciful God, thyself proclaim
In this polluted breast;
Mercy is thy distinguish'd name,
And suits the sinner best.

6 Our misery doth for pity call,
Our sin implores thy grace;
And thou art merciful to all
Our lost, apostate race.

Pickering.] HYMN 181. C. M.

1 ASK the gift of righteousness,
The sin-subduing power;

Power to believe, and go in peace,
And never grieve thee more.

2 I ask the blood-bought pardon seal'd,
The liberty from sin;

The grace infus'd, the love reveal'd,
The kingdom fixt within.

3 Thou hear'st me for salvation pray;
Thou seest my heart's desire;
Made ready in thy powerful day,
Thy fulness I require.

4 My vehement soul cries out, opprest,
Impatient to be freed!
Nor can I, Lord, nor will I rest,
Till I am sav'd indeed.

5 Art thou not able to convert?
Art thou not willing too?

To change this old rebellious heart,
To conquer and renew?

6 Thou canst, thou wilt, I dare believe,
So arm me with thy power,
That I to sin may never cleave,
May never feel it more.

Liberty.] HYMN 182. 6 lines 8's.

EX

XPAND thy wings, celestial Dove, And brooding o'er my nature's night, Call forth the ray of heavenly Love, Let there in my dark soul be light; And fill th' illustrated abyss

With glorious beams of endless bliss. 2 "Let there be light," again command, And light there in our hearts shall be; We then through faith shall understand Thy great mysterious Majesty; And by the shining of thy grace, Behold in Christ thy glorious face.