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Divine Drawing celebrated, or, Gratitude the Spring of true Religion

Hymnal: SHVA1816 #LXXXVI (1816) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: My God, what silken cords are thine! Lyrics: 1 My God, what silken cords are thine! How soft, and yet how strong! While power, and truth, and love combine To draw our souls along. 2 Thou saw'st us crush'd beneath the yoke Of satan and of sin: Thy hand the iron bondage broke, Our worthless hearts to win. 3 The guilt of twice ten thousand sins One moment takes away; And grace, when first the war begins, Secures the crowning day. 4 Comfort thro' all this vale of tears In rich profusion flows, And glory of unnumber'd years Eternity bestows. 5 Drawn by such cords we onward move, 'Till round thy throne we meet; And captives in the chains of love, Embrace our Conqueror's feet. Scripture: Hosea 11:4 Languages: English

My hope, my all, my Saviour thou

Hymnal: SHVA1816 #LXXXVII (1816) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 My hope, my all, my Saviour thou, To thee, lo! now my soul I bow: I feel the bliss thy wounds impart, I find thee, Saviour, in my heart. 2 Be thou my strength, be thou my way, Protect me through my life's short day; In all my acts may wisdom guide, And keep me, Saviour, near thy side, 3 Correct, reprove, and comfort me; As I have need, my Saviour be: And if I would from thee depart, Then clasp me, Saviour, to thy heart. 4 In fierce temptations darkest hour, Save me from sin and Satan's pow'r Tear ev'ry idol from thy throne, And reign, my Saviour--reign alone. 5 My suff'ring time shall soon be o'er, Then shall I sigh and weep no more; My ransom'd soul shall soar away, To sing thy praise in endless day. Languages: English

My Saviour, my almighty Friend

Hymnal: SHVA1816 #LXXXVIII (1816) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Languages: English

My Shepherd will supply my need

Hymnal: SHVA1816 #LXXXIX (1816) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Languages: English

My soul, survey thy happiness

Hymnal: SHVA1816 #XC (1816) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 My soul, survey thy happiness, If thou art found a child of grace, How richly is the gospel stor'd! What joy the promises afford! 2 All things are now the gift of God, And purchas'd with our Saviour's blood; While the good Spirit shews us how, To use and to enjoy them too. 3 If peace and plenty crown my days, They help me Lord to sing thy praise; If bread of sorrow be my food, Those sorrows work my real good. 4 Be present at our table Lord, Be here and every where ador'd: Thy people bless, and grant that we, May feast in paradise with thee. Languages: English

No more, my God, I boast no more

Hymnal: SHVA1816 #XCI (1816) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Scripture: Philippians 3:7-9 Languages: English

Now shall my inward joys arise

Hymnal: SHVA1816 #XCII (1816) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Scripture: Isaiah 59:13-14 Languages: English

Now shall our souls with pleasure raise

Hymnal: SHVA1816 #XCIII (1816) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Now shall our hearts with pleasure raise To our dear Lord a song of praise; We'll sing his love, his goodness tell, Our Saviour hath done all things well. 2 With pitying eyes he view'd our case, And came to save our ruin'd race; He conquer'd sin, and death, and hell; Our Jesus hath done all things well. 3 He undertook to bear our load, And bring us back again to God; To fit us with himself to dwell; Christ Jesus hath done all things well. 4 He will accomplish his design, And all things in himself combine, No more shall ever they rebel; Our Jesus will do all things well. 5 His work how great! his plan how vast! But when it all appears at last, it will our highest praise excel, For Jesus will do all things well. 6 When the creation is restor'd, And God shall be by all ador'd, How loudly will the triumph swell; Our Jesus hath done all things well! 7 Sin, death, and hell, will Christ destroy, And fill the universe with joy; His love shall then each voice compel To cry, "He hath done all things well." 8 All creatures then as one shall join, To shout aloud his praise divine! (As sacred prophecies foretel) And say, "he hath done all things well." Languages: English

Oh, for a closer walk with God!

Hymnal: SHVA1816 #XCVII (1816) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Oh, for a closer walk with God! A calm and heav'nly frame! A light to shine upon the road That leads me to the Lamb! 2 Where is the blessedness I knew, When first I saw the Lord? Where is the soul-refreshing view Of Jesus and his word? 3 What peaceful hours I then enjoy'd! How sweet their mem'ry still! But they have left and aching void The world can never fill. 4 Return, O holy dove, return, Sweet messenger of rest! I hate the sins that made thee mourn, And drove thee from my breast. 5 The dearest idol I have known, Whate'er that idol be, Help me to bear it from thy throne, And worship only thee. 6 So shall my walk be close with God, Calm and serene my frame; So purer light shall mark the road That leads me to the Lamb. Languages: English

Oh! give me Lord my sins to mourn

Hymnal: SHVA1816 #XCVIII (1816) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Oh! give me Lord my sins to mourn-- My sins! which have thy body torn! Give me, with broken heart, to see Thy last tremendous agony. 2 O, could I gain the mountain's height, And gaze upon that bleeding sight! O that, with Salem's daughters, I Could stand and see my Saviour die! 3 I'd smite my breast, and weep and mourn, And never from the cross return: I'd weep o'er an expiring God, And mix my tears with Jesus's blood. 4 I'd hang around his cross, and cry "Lord save a soul condemn'd to die!" O let a wretch come near thy throne, "To plead the merits of thy Son." Languages: English