73. Divine Love.

1 Love divine, all love excelling, Joy of heaven, to earth come down!

Fix in us thy humble dwelling,

All thy faithful mercies crown; Jesus! thou art all compassion, Pure, unbounded love thou art; Visit us with thy salvation,

Enter every trembling heart.

2 Breathe, O breathe thy loving Spirit,

Into every troubled breast! Let us all in thee inherit,

Let us find thy promised rest: Take away the love of sinning, Alpha and Omega be, End of faith, as its beginning, Set our hearts at liberty.

3 Come, almighty to deliver, Let us all thy life receive! Suddenly return, and never, Never more thy temple leave! Thee we would be always blessing,

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Serve thee as thine hosts above; Pray, and praise thee without ceasing,

Glory in thy perfect love.

1 Finish then thy new creation,
Happy, holy may we be:
Let us see our whole salvation
Perfectly secured by thee!

Changed from glory into glory, Till in heaven we take our place;

Till we cast our crowns before thee,

Lost in wonder, love and praise.

74. The Penitent.

1 SAVIOR, canst thou love a traitor?

Canst thou love a child of wrath? Can a hell-deserving creature

Be the purchase of thy death? Is thy blood so efficacious,

As to make my nature clean? Is thy sacrifice so precious,

As to free me froin my sin?

2 Sin on every side surrounds me; No acquittance can I hear; Pangs of unbelief confound me, Help me, Lord, my grief to bear. Here, then, is my resolution,

At thy dearest feet to fall: Here I'll meet my condemnation, Or a freedom from my thrall.

3 Now deny thy grace and mercy,

If thou canst, to wretched me; Lay aside thy love and pity,

If thou canst, and let me die! If I meet with condemnation,

Justly I deserve the same; If I meet with free salvation, I will magnify thy name.

'6 Hail him, ye heirs of David's líne,

Whom David, Lord, did call;

lyre,

And as they tune it fall Before his face, who tunes their choir,

And crown him Lord of all.

3 Crown him, ye morning stars of light,

Who fix'd this floating ball; Now hail the strength of Israel's might,

And crown him Lord of all.

4 Crown him, ye martyrs of our God,

Who from his altar call; Extol the stem of Jesse's rod, -And-crown him Lord of all.

And crown him Lord of all.

7 Sinners, whose love 'can ne'er forget

The wormwood and the gall: Go, spread your trophies at his feet,

And crown him Lord of all.

8 Let every kindred, every tribe, On this terrestrial ball, To him all majesty ascribe,

And crown him Lord of all.

90 that with yonder sacred throng,

We at his feet may fall; We'll join the everlasting song And crown him Lord of all