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THE GOODNESS OF GOD.

3 But when all in me is sin,

How can I thy grace obtain? How presume thyself to win? God of love, the doubt explain: Or if thou the means supply, Lo to thee I all resign! Make me, Lord- I ask not why, How I ask not,-ever thine.

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Matthew xi. 28.

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1 TUPENDOUS love of God most high!

He comes to meet us from the sky

In mildest majesty;

Full of unutterable grace,

He calls the weary burdened race, " Come all for help to me."

2 Tired with the greatness of my way, From him I would no longer stray, But rest in Jesus have;

Weary of sin, from sin would cease, Weary of mine own righteousness, And stoop, myself to save.

3 Weary of passions unsubdued, Weary of vows in vain renewed,

Of forms without the power, Of prayers, and hopes, complaints, and My fainting soul in silence owns[ groans, I can hold out no more.

4 Beneath this mountain load of grief, Of guilt and desperate unbelief, Jesus, thy creature see:

With all my nature's weight oppressed,

I sink, I die for want of rest,

Yet cannot come to thee.

5 Mine utter helplessness I feel;

But thou, who gav'st the feeble will, The effectual grace supply;

Be thou my strength, my light, my way, And bid my soul the call obey, And to thy bosom fly.

6 Fulfil thine own intense desire, And now into my heart inspire The power of faith and love; Then, Saviour, then to thee I come, And find on earth the life, the home, The rest of saints above.

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To dwell within thy wounds; then pain Is sweet, and life or death is gain.

L. M.

THIRST, thou wounded Lamb of God,

2 Take my poor heart, and let it be For ever closed to all but thee!

Seal thou my breast, and let me wear That pledge of love for ever there!

3 How blest are they who still abide Close sheltered in thy bleeding side, Who life and strength from thence derive, And by thee move, and in thee live.

4 What are our works but sin and death, Till thou thy quickening Spirit breathe! Thou giv'st the power thy grace to move; O wondrous grace! O boundless love! 5 How can it be, thou heavenly King, That thou shouldst us to glory bring?

Make slaves the partners of thy throne, Decked with a never- fading crown?

6 Hence our hearts melt, our eyes o'erflow, Our words are lost; nor will we know, Nor will we think of aught beside, " My Lord, my Love is crucified."

7 Ah, Lord! enlarge our scanty thought, To know the wonders thou hast wrought; Unloose our stammering tongues, to tell Thy love immense, unsearchable.

8 First- born of many brethren thou! To thee, lo! all our souls we bow: To thee our hearts and hands we give: Thine may we die, thine may we live!

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AVIOUR, the world's and mine;

Thou my pain, my curse hast took, All my sins were laid on thee; Help me, Lord; to thee I look,

Draw me, Saviour, after thee.

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2' Tis done! my God hath died; My Love is crucified! Break, this stony heart of mine; Pour, mine eyes, a ceaseless flood; Feel, my soul, the pangs divine;

Catch, my heart, the issuing blood! 3 When, 0 my God, shall I For thee submit to die? How the mighty debt repay?

Rival of thy passion prove? Lead me in thyself, the Way; Melt my hardness into love.

4 To love is all my wish, I only live for this; Grant me, Lord, my heart's desire, There by faith for ever dwell; This I always will require, Thee, and only thee, to feel.

5 Thy power I pant to prove,

Rooted and fixed in love; Strengthened by thy Spirit's might, Wise to fathom things divine,

What the length, and breadth, and height, What the depth of love like thine.

6 Ah! give me this to know,

With all thy saints below; Swells my soul to compass thee, Gasps in thee to live and move; Filled with all the Deity,

All immersed and lost in love!

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LOVE divine! what hast thou done! The immortal God hath died for me! The Father's co- eternal Son

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Bore all my sins upon the tree; The immortal God for me hath died! My Lord, my Love is crucified.

2 Behold him, all ye that pass by.

The bleeding Prince of life and peace! Come, see, ye worms, your Maker die, And say, was ever grief like his? Come, feel with me his blood applied: My Lord, my Love is crucified. 7