CONSPIRATION AND HOLINESS IMPLORED.
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To all my Sav iour's right-eous will.
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The Will of God. L. M.
I He wills that I should holy be;
That holiness I long to feel;
That full divine conformity
To all my Saviour's righteous will.
2 See, Lord, the travail of thy soul
Accomplished in the change of mine;
And plunge me, every whit made whole,
In all the depths of love divine.
3 On thee, O God, my soul is stayed,
And waits to prove thine utmost will;
The promise by thy mercy made,
Thou canst, thou wilt, in me fulfil.
4 No more I stagger at thy power,
< >r doubt thy truth, which cannot move :
Hasten the long expected hour,
And Mess me with thy p-rfect love.
Charles Wesley.
241 Ha-een.'y bliss in Prospect. L. M.
I Arise, my soul, on wings sublime,
AUive the vanities of time;
Let faith, now pierce the veil and see
The glories of eternity.
2 Born by a rew, celestial birth,
Whv should I grovel here on earth?
Whv grasp at vain and fleeting toys,
So iear to heaven's eternal joys?
3 Shall aught beguile me on the road,
The narrow road that leads to God?
Or can I love this earth so well,
As not to long with God to dwell?
4 To dwell with God, to taste his love,
Is the full heaven enjoyed above:
The glorious expectation now
Is heavenly bliss begun below.
Thomas Gibbons.
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The cYc~v Covenant.
L. M.
I O God, most merciful and true,
Thy nature to my soul imparl ;
'Stablish with me the covenant new,
And stamp thine image on my heart.
2 To real holiness restored,
< > let me gain my Saviour's mind;
Ami in the knowledge of my Lord,
Fullness of life eternal find.
3 Remember, Lord, my sins no more,
That them I may no more forget;
But. sunk in guiltless shame, adore,
With speechless wonder at thy feet.
4 O'erwhclmed with thy stupendous grace,
I shall not in thy presence move ;
But breathe unutterable praise,
And rapturous awe and silent love.
5 Then every murmuring thought, and vain,
Expires, in sweet confusion lost :
I cannot of my cross complain,
I cannot of my goodness hoast.
C. Wet try.
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