That grace fuftains my spirit now,
Though ftill a pilgrim here below;
That grace fuffices, comforts, guides,
Upholds, defends, preferves, provides.

Yes, Thou art with me, O my God,
To bear me on to Thy abode,
Where I shall never cease to prove
Thy deep, divine, unfailing love.

Help me to praise Thee day by day, "Till earth's dark scenes are paffed away,

"Till in Thine own unclouded light

Thy glory fatisfies my fight.

H. B.

VIII.

GOD THE SON.

EHOLD! th' Ambaffador divine,
Descending from above,

To publish to mankind the law
Of everlasting love!

On Him, in rich effufion poured,
The heavenly dew defcends;
And truth divine He fhall reveal
To earth's remoteft ends.

No trumpet found, at His approach, Shall ftrike the wondering ears; But ftill and gentle breathes the voice In which the God appears.

By His kind hand the fhaken reed
Shall raise its falling frame,
The dying embers fhall revive,
And kindle to a flame.

The onward progress of His zeal
Shall never know decline;
Till foreign lands and distant ifles
Receive the law divine.

IX.

GOD THE SON.

JESUS, lover of my foul,

Let me to Thy bosom fly,

While the raging billows roll,

While the tempeft still is high: Hide me, O my Saviour, hide, Till the ftorm of life is paft;

Safe into the haven guide,

O receive my soul at laft.

Plenteous grace with Thee is found,
Grace to pardon all my sin;

Let the healing ftreams abound;
Make and keep me pure within!
Thou of life the fountain art,
Freely let me take of Thee;
Spring Thou up within my heart,
Rife to all eternity.

X.

GOD THE SON.

ESUS, Thy boundless love to me,
No thought can reach, no tongue
declare ;

O knit my thankful heart to Thee,

And reign without a rival there:
Thine wholly, Thine alone, I am;
Be Thou alone my conftant flame!

O grant that nothing in my foul

May dwell but Thy pure love alone:
O may Thy love poffefs me whole,

My joy, my treasure, and my crown;
Strange flames far from my heart remove-
May every act, word, thought, be Love!

O Love, how cheering is thy ray!

All pain before thy presence flies;
Care, anguish, forrow melt away,
Where'er thy healing beams arife:
O Jefu, nothing may I fee,
Nothing defire, or feek, but Thee!

F

Still let Thy love point out my way!

What wondrous things Thy love hath wrought! Still lead me, left I go aftray;

Direct my word, infpire my thought;

And if I fall, foon may I hear

Thy voice, and know that love is near.

In fuffering, be Thy love my peace;

In weakness, be Thy love my power;
And when the ftorms of life fhall cease,
Jefus, in that important hour,

In death, as life, be Thou my guide,
And fave me, who for me haft died.

XI.

GOD THE SON.

JESUS, Thy Blood and Righteoufness,
My beauty are, my glorious drefs:
Midft flaming worlds, in these arrayed,
With joy fhall I lift up my head.

When from the duft of death I rife,
To take my manfion in the skies,
E'en then fhall this be all my plea,

Jefus hath lived and died for me."

Bold fhall I ftand in that great day,
For who aught to my charge fhall lay?

Fully through Thee abfolved I am

From fin and fear, from guilt and shame.

Thus Abraham, the friend of God,
Thus all the armies bought with blood,
Saviour of finners Thee proclaim,—
Sinners of whom the chief I am.

This spotless robe the fame appears
When ruined nature finks in years;
No age can change its glorious hue,
The robe of Chrift is ever new.

Oh, let the dead now hear Thy voice;
Bid, Lord, thy banished ones rejoice;
Their beauty this, their glorious dress,
Jesus, the Lord our Righteousness.

ZINZENDORF.*

* This beautiful hymn is usually attributed in modern collections to Charles Wesley, but it was originally compofed by that faintly Moravian, Count Zinzendorf, on his voyage to the West Indies, A.D. 1736. Like the character of the author, it approaches more nearly thofe of ancient times than the ufual compofitions of the present day.