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DR. WATTS.

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Rockingham( or St. Cross).

1 When I survey the wondrous cross On which the Prince of glory died, My richest gain I count but loss, And pour contempt on all my pride.

2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, Save in the death of Christ, my God: All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to his blood.

234 WESLEY.

1 When shall thy love constrain, And force me to thy breast? When shall my soul return again To her eternal rest?

2 Ah! what avails my strife, My wandering to and fro? Thou hast the words of endless life: Ah! whither should I go?

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Ripon( or Canada).

8 My worthless heart to gain, The God of all that breathe

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L.M.

DR. MILLER.

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3 See, from his head, his hands, his feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down: Did e'er such love and sorrow meet, Or thorns compose so rich a crown?

4 Were the whole realm of nature mine, That were a present far too small; Love so amazing, so divine,

Demands my soul, my life, my all.

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S.M. NAGELI.

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Was found in fashion as a man,

And died a cursèd death.

4 And can I yet delay

My little all to give?

To tear my soul from earth away,

For Jesus to receive?

5 Nay, but I yield, I yield!

I can hold out no more,

I sink, by dying love compelled,

And own thee conqueror.