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SPIRI

S. M.

Continued.-Unspeakable joy.

PIRIT of holiness,
Let all thy saints adore
Thy sacred energy, and bless
Thy heart-renewing power.
2 Not angel tongues can tell
Thy love's ecstatic height,-
The glorious joy unspeakable,
The beatifie sight.

3 Eternal Triune Lord!

Let all the hosts above,
Let all the sons of men record,
And dwell upon, thy love:

4 When heaven and earth are fled
Before thy glorious face,

Sing, all the saints thy love hath made, Thine everlasting praise!

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Praise,-delightful.

C. M.

Mwhen I begin thy praise,

Y Saviour, my almighty Friend,

Where will the growing numbers end,The numbers of thy grace!

2 I trust in thy eternal word;
Thy goodness I adore:

Send down thy grace, O blessed Lord,
That I may love thee more.

3 My feet shall travel all the length
Of the celestial road;

And march, with courage in thy strength, To see the Lord my God.

4 Awake! awake! my tuneful powers,
With this delightful song;

And entertain the darkest hours,
Nor think the season long.

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HOW

10th P. M. 8 lines 8s.

All-sufficiency of Jesus.

W tedious and tasteless the hours
When Jesus no longer I see!

Sweet prospects, sweet birds, and sweet flowers,
Have all lost their sweetness to me;
The midsummer sun shines but dim,
The fields strive in vain to look gay;
But when I am happy in Him,
December's as pleasant as May.

2 His Name yields the richest perfume,
And sweeter than music his voice;
His presence disperses my gloom,
And makes all within me rejoice;
I should, were he always thus nigh,
Have nothing to wish or to fear;
No mortal so happy as 1,-

My summer would last all the year.

3. Content with beholding his face,
My all to his pleasure resign'd,
No changes of season or place
Would make any change in my mind:
While blest with a sense of his love,
A palace a toy would appear;
And prisons would palaces prove,
If Jesus would dwell with me there.

4 My Lord, if indeed I am thine,
If thou art my sun and my song,
Say, why do I languish and pine?"
And why are my winters so long?
O drive these dark clouds from my sky;
Thy soul-cheering presence restore;
Or take me to thee up on high,

Where winter and clouds are no more.

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God my all-sufficient portion. MY God, my portion, and my love,

My everlasting All,

I've none but thee in heaven above,
Or on this earthly ball.

C. M.

2 What empty things are all the skies, And this inferior clod!

There's nothing here deserves my joys, There's nothing like my God.

8 To thee I owe my wealth, and friends, And health, and safe abode:

Thanks to thy Name for meaner things;
But they are not my God.

4 How vain a toy is glitt'ring wealth,
If once compared to thee;
Or what's my safety, or my health,
Or all my friends to me!

5 Were I possessor of the earth,
And call'd the stars my own,
Without thy graces and thyself,
I were a wretch undone.

6 Let others stretch their arms like seas, And grasp in all the shore;

Grant ne the visits of thy grace,

And I desire no more.

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Heaven upon earth.

To thee, to thee I call:
God, my life, my love,

I cannot live if thou remove,
For thou art all in all.

S. M.

9 Thy shining grace can cheer
This dungeon where I dwell:
Tis paradise when thou art here;
If thou depart, 'tis hell.

3 The smilings of thy face, How amiable they are!

"Tis heaven to rest in thine embrace, And nowhere else but there.

4 To thee, and thee alone,
The angels owe their bliss;
They sit around thy gracious throne,
And dwell where Jesus is.

5 Not all the harps above
Can make a heavenly place,
If God his residence remove,
Or but conceal his face.

6 Nor earth, nor all the sky,
Can one delight afford,
Nor yield one drop of real joy,
Without thy presence, Lord.

7 Thou art the sea of love,
Where all my pleasures roll:

The circle where my passions move,
And centre of my soul.

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The rapture of love."

C. M.

'TIS delight without alloy,
Jesus, to hear thy name:
My spirit leaps with inward joy;
I feel the sacred flame.

2 My passions hold a pleasing reign,
When love inspires my breast,-
Love, the divinest of the train,
The sov'reign of the rest.

3 This is the grace must live and sing
When faith and hope shall cease,
And sound from every joyful string
Through all the realms of bliss.

4 Swift I ascend the heavenly place,
And hasten to my home;
I leap to meet thy kind embrace;
I come, O Lord, I come.

5 Sink down, ye separating hills;
Let sin and death remove;

'Tis love that drives my chariot wheels, And death must yield to love.

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4th P. M. 886, 886.

Always rejoicing.

TOW happy, gracious Lord! are we,
Divinely drawn to follow thee,

Whose hours divided are
Betwixt the mount and multitude:
Our day is spent in doing good,
Our night in praise and prayer.

2 With us no melancholy void,
No moment lingers unemploy'd,
Or unimproved, below:"
Our weariness of life is gone,
Who live to serve our God alone,
And only thee to know.

8 The winter's night, and summer's day, Glide imperceptibly away,-

Too short to sing thy praise; Too few we find the happy hours, And haste to join those heavenly powers In everlasting lays.

4 With all who chant thy name on high, And, Holy, holy, holy, cry,

(A bright, harmonious throng!) We long thy praises to repeat, And ceaseless sing around thy seat

The new eternal soug.