Show the length, the breadth, the height,

And depth of Jesu's love!
Fain I would to sinners show

The blood by faith alone applied!
Only Jesus will I know,

And Jesus crucified!

1 WITH joy

we meditate the grace

Of our High-Priest above;

His heart is made of tenderness,
His bowels melt with love.

2 Touch'd with a sympathy within,
He knows our feeble frame;
He knows what sore temptations mean,
For he hath felt the same.

3 He in the days of feeble flesh,

Pour'd out strong cries and tears,
And in his measure feels afresh
What every member bears.

4 He'll never quench the smoking flax,
But raise it to a flame;,

The bruised reed he never breaks,
Nor scorns the meanest name.

5 Then let our humble faith address
His mercy and his power;
We shall obtain deliv'ring grace
In the distressing hour.
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Hymn 184. L. M.

JESUS my all to heav'n is gone,

He whom I fix my hopes upon: His track I see, and I'll pursue The narrow way, till him I view. 2 The way the holy prophets went, The road that leads from banishment: The King's highway of holiness, I'll go, for all his paths are peace. 3 This is the way I long have sought, And mourn'd because I found it not; My grief a burden long has been, Because I was not sav'd from sin. 4 The more I strove against its power, I felt its weight and guilt the more; Till late I heard my Saviour say, "Come hither, soul, I AM THE WAY." 5 Lo! glad I come, and thou, blest Lamb, Shalt take me to thee whose I am; Nothing but sin have I to give, Nothing but love shall I receive. 6 Then will I tell to sinners round, What a dear Saviour I have found, I'll point to thy redeeming blood, "Behold the way to God!"

And say,

Hymn

185. C. M.

1M My everlasting All:

Y God, my portion, and my love,

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

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.

3 In vain the bright, the burning sun,
Scatters his feeble light;

"Tis thy sweet beams create my noon, If thou withdraw, 'tis night.

4 And whilst upon my restless bed,
Among the shades I roll,

If my Redeemer shows his head,
'Tis morning with my soul.

5 To thee we owe our wealth and friends, And health and safe abode;

Thanks to thy name for meaner things,
But they are not my God.

6 How vain a toy is glitt'ring wealth,
If once compar'd to thee!
Or what's my safety or my health,
Or all my friends to me?

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

8 Let others stretch their arms like seas, And grasp in all the shore:

Grant me the visits of thy face,
And I desire no more.

Hymn 186. P. M.

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(HILDREN of the heavenly King, As we journey let us sing:

Sing our Saviour's worthy praise,
Glorious in his works and ways!
2 We are trav'lling home to God,
In the way our fathers trod;
They are happy now, and we
Soon their happiness shall see.
3 O ye banish'd seed, be glad,
Christ our Advocate is made;
Us to save our flesh assumes,
Brother to our souls becomes.
4 Fear not, brethren, joyful stand
On the borders of our land;
Jesus Christ, our Father's Son,
Bids us undismay'd go on
5 Lord! obediently we'll go,
Gladly leaving all below:
Only thou our leader be,
And we still will follow thee!

Hymn 187. P. M.

WHAT shall I do my Saviour to praise ? 1o faithful and true, so plenteous in

grace!

So strong to deliver, so good to redeem The weakest believer that hangs upon him. 2 How happy the man whose heart is set free, The people who can be joyful in thee; Their joy is to walk in the light of thy face, And still they are talking of Jesus's grace. 3 Their daily delight shall be in thy name, They shall as their right thy righteousness claim;

Thy righteousness wearing, and cleans'd by

thy blood,

Bold shall they appear in the presence of God. 4 For thou art their boast, their glory and power,

And I also trust to see the glad hour,

My soul's new creation, a life from the dead, The day of salvation, that lifts up my head. 5 For Jesus, my Lord, is now my defence; I trust in his word, none plucks me from thence; [do; Since I have found favour he all things will My King and my Saviour shall make me

anew.

6 Yes, Lord, I shall see the bliss of thine own; Thy secret to me shall soon be made known; For sorrow and sadness I joy shall receive, And share in the gladness of all that believe.

Hymn 188. L. M.

HOW

OW do thy mercies close me round,
For ever be thy name ador'd;
I blush in all things to abound;
The servant is above his Lord!
2 Inur'd to poverty and pain,

A suff'ring life my Master led;
The Son of God, the Son of man,
He had not where to lay his head.
3 But lo! a place he hath prepar'd

For me, whom watchful angels keep; Yea, he himself becomes my guard; He smooths my bed, and gives me sleep.