I John 1:3.

OUR heav'nly Father calls, And Christ invites us near: With both our friendship shall be sweet, And our communion dear.

God pities all our griefs; He pardons ev'ry day; Almighty to protect our souls, And wise to guide our way.

How large his bounties are! What various stores of good Diffus'd from our Redeemer's hand, And purchas'd with his Blood!

Jesus, our living Head, We bless thy faithful care; Our Advocate before the throne, And our Forerunner there.

Here fix my roving heart! Here wait my warmest love! 'Till the communion be complete In nobler scenes above.