Hymns 14, 16,& 17. Stockport. L.M.

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1 Happy the man that finds the grace, The blessing of God's chosen race, The wisdom coming from above, The faith that sweetly works by love. 2 Happy beyond description he

4 Her hands are filled with length of days. True riches, and immortal praise, Riches of Christ, on all bestowed, And honour that descends from God. To purest joys she all invites, Chaste, holy, spiritual delights; Her ways are ways of pleasantness, And all her flowery paths are peace.

Who knows, The Saviour died for me, The gift unspeakable obtains, And heavenly understanding gains.

6 Happy the man who wisdom gains, Thrice happy who his guest retains! He owns, and shall for ever own, Wisdom, and Christ, and heaven are one.

3 Wisdom divine! Who tells the price Of wisdom's costly merchandise? Wisdom to silver we prefer,

And gold is dross compared to her.

Hymn 16.

1 Happy the souls that first believed,

To Jesus and each other cleaved, Joined by the unction from above In mystic fellowship of love.

2 Meek, simple followers of the Lamb, They lived, and spake, and thought the same;

They joyfully conspired to raise Their ceaseless sacrifice of praise.

3 With grace abundantly endued, A pure, believing multitude, They all were of one heart and soul, And only love inspired the whole.

4 O what an age of golden days! O what a choice, peculiar race! Washed in the Lamb's all- cleansing blood, Anointed kings and priests to God!

5 Ye different sects, who all declare,

" Lo, here is Christ!" or," Christ is there."

Hymn 17.

Stockport.

SECOND PART.

1 Jesus, from whom all blessings flow, Great builder of thy church below, If now thy Spirit moves my breast, Hear, and fulfil thine own request!

2 The few that truly call thee Lord, And wait thy sanctifying word, And thee their utmost Saviour own, Unite, and perfect them in one. 30 let them all thy mind express, Stand forth thy chosen witnesses, Thy power unto salvation show, And perfect holiness below!

4 In them let all mankind behold How Christians lived in days of old, Mighty their envious foes to move, A proverb of reproach- and love.

5 From every sinful wrinkle free, Redeemed from all iniquity,

Your stronger proofs divinely give, And show me where the Christians live. 6 The gates of hell cannot prevail; The church on earth can never fail; Ah, join me to thy secret ones! Ah, gather all thy living stones!

7 Scattered o'er all the earth they lie, Till thou collect them with thine eye, Draw by the music of thy name, And charm into a beauteous frame.

8 For this the pleading Spirit groans, And cries in all thy banished ones; Greatest of gifts, thy love impart, And make us of one mind and heart.

9 Join every soul that looks to thee In bonds of perfect charity; Now, Lord, the glorious fulness give, And all in all for ever live!

Stockport.

The fellowship of saints make known And, O my God, might I be one!

60 might my lot be cast with these, The least of Jesu's witnesses!

O that my Lord would count me meet To wash his dear disciples' feet!

7 This only thing do I require: Thou knowest' tis all my heart's desire Freely what I receive to give, The servant of thy church to live;

8 After my lowly Lord to go,

And wait upon thy saints below; Enjoy the grace to angels given, And serve the royal heirs of heaven. 9 Lord, if I now thy drawings feel, And ask according to thy will, Confirm the prayer, the seal impart, And speak the answer to my heart.