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Purge the love of sin away!
Then I into nothing fall;
Then I see the perfect day;
And Christ is all in all.

Jesus, now our hearts inspire

With that

pure love of Thine ; Kindle now the heav'nly fire, To brighten and refine;

Purify our faith like gold;

All the dross of sin remove ; Melt our spirits down and mould Into Thy perfect love!

HYMN 109.

For the Kingdom of Christ.

LAMB of God, who bear'st away
All the sins of all mankind,
Bow a nation to Thy sway ;-
While we may acceptance find,

Let us thankfully embrace
The last offers of Thy grace !

Thou Thy messengers hast sent,
Joyful tidings to proclaim,
Willing we should all repent,

Know salvation in Thy name,
Feel our sins by grace forgiven,
Find in Thee the way to heaven.

Jesus roll away this stone!

Good Physician, show Thy art!

Make Thy healing virtue known;
Break the unbelieving heart
By Thy bloody cross subdue ;
Tell them, "I have died for you

Let Thy dying love constrain
Those who disregard Thy frown,
Sink the mountain to a plain;

Bring the pride of sinners down ;
Soften the obdurate crowd;
Melt the rebels with Thy blood!

HYMN 110.

For the fulness of the Spirit.

COME, Thou all-inspiring Spirit,
Into every longing heart!
Bought for us by Jesu's merit,

Now Thy blissful self impart. Sign our uncontested pardon : Wash us in th' atoning blood; Make our hearts a water'd garden ; Fill our spotless souls with God.

If Thou gav'st th' enlarged desire,
Which for Thee we ever feel,

Now our panting souls inspire,
Now our cancell'd sin reveal ;
Claim us for Thy habitation ;

Dwell within our hallow'd breast;
Seal us heirs of full salvation,
Fitted for our heavenly rest!

Give us quietly to tarry,
Till we all Thy glory meet,
Waiting, like attentive Mary,
Happy at the Saviour's feet;
Keep us from the world unspotted,
From all earthly passions free,
Wholly to Thyself devoted,

Fix'd to live, and die for Thee !

Wrestling on in mighty prayer,
Lord, we will not let Thee go,
'Till Thou all Thy mind declare,
All Thy grace on us bestow :
Peace, the seal of sin forgiven,
Joy, and perfect love, impart,
Present, everlasting heaven,

All Thou hast, and all Thou art !

HYMN 111.

God's presence in light and darkness.

MY GOD, the spring of all my joys,
The life of my delights,

The glory of my brightest days,
And comfort of my nights!

In darkest shades if He appear,
My dawning is begun ;

He is my soul's bright morning star,

And He my rising sun.

The op'ning heav'ns around me shine

With beams of sacred bliss,

While Jesus shews His heart is mine,
And whispers, "I am His !"

My soul would leave this heavy clay
At that transporting word,
Run up with joy the shining way
T'embrace my dearest Lord.

Fearless of hell, and ghastly death,
I'd break through every foe;
The wings of love, and arms of faith,
Should bear me conqu'ror through.

HYMN 112.

Hope in trouble.

WHEN I can read my title clear
To mansions in the skies,

I bid farewell to ev'ry fear,
And wipe my weeping eyes.

Should earth against my soul

engage,

And hellish darts be hurl'd,
Then I can smile at Satan's rage,
And face a frowning world.

Let cares like a wild deluge come,
And storms of sorrow fall;
May I but safely reach my home,
My God, my heav'n, my all:

There shall I bathe my weary soul

In seas of heav'nly rest, And not a wave of trouble roll

Across my peaceful breast.

HYMN 113.

Service of God, the only true pleasure.
SHALL men pretend to pleasure,
Who never knew the Lord ?
Can all the worldling's treasure
True peace of mind afford?
They shall obtain this jewel
In what their hearts desire,
When they, by adding fuel,
Can quench the flame of firc.

Till you can bid the ocean,

When furious tempests roar,
Forget its wonted motion,
And rage and swell no more ;
In vain your expectation

To find content in sin;
Or freedom from vexation,
While passions reign within.

Come, turn your thoughts to Jesus,
If you would good possess !
'Tis He alone that frees us

From guilt and from distress :
When he by faith is present,
The sinner's troubles cease;
His ways are truly pleasant,
And all His paths are peace.

HYMN 114.

Deceitfulness of sin.

SIN has a thousand treach'rous arts,

To practise on the mind;

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