Tho' feeble are our beft Effays, Thy Love will not despise Our grateful Songs of humble Praise, Our well-meant Sacrifice.
Let ev'ry Tongue thy Goodness fhew, And fpread abroad thy Fame, Let ev'ry Heart with Praife o'erflow, And bless thy facred Name.
Worship, and Honour, Thanks and Love, Be to our JESUS giv'n! By Men below-by Hofts above- By all in Earth and Heav'n!
ALVATION! O the joyful Sound! What Pleasure to our Ears!
A fov'reign Balm for ev'ry Wound, A Cordial for our Fears.
Salvation let the Echo fly The spacious Earth around- While all the Armies of the Sky Confpire to raise the Sound!
HYMN CXIII.
CHRIST our great Melchifedec.
HOU dear REDEEMER, dying LAMB! We love to hear of Thee;
No Mufic like thy charming Name,
Nor half fo fweet can be! O may we ever hear thy Voice, In Mercy to us fpeak!
And in our Prieft will we rejoice, Thou great § Melchifedec!
Our JESUS fhall be ftill our Theme, While in this World we stay, We'll fing our JESU's lovely Name, · When all Things elfe decay. When we appear in yonder Cloud, || With all his favour'd Throng, ‡ Then will we fing more fweet, more loud, And CHRIST fhall be our Song,
HYMN CXIV.
Delivered for our Offences-Raifed again for our Juftification, Rom. iv. 25.
E dies; the FRIEND of Sinners dies! Lo! Salem's Daughters weep around! A folemn + Darkness veils the Skies! A fudden Trembling fhakes the Ground!
Come Saints, and drop a Tear or two, For Him who groan'd beneath your Load; He shed a thousand Drops for you,
A Thousand Drops of richer Blood! II.
Here's Love and Grief beyond Degree, The LORD of Glory dies for Men ! But lo! what fudden Joys we fee! JESUS the Dead revives again! The rifing GOD forfakes the Tomb! (The Tomb in vain forbids his Rife!) Cherubic Legions guard him home,
And fhout Him welcome to the Skies ! III.
Break off your Tears ye Saints! and tell. How high our great Deliv'rer reigns! Sing how He spoil'd the Hofts of Hell, And led the Monfter Death in Chains! Say "Live for ever, wond'rous King!
Born to redeem and strong to fave;" Then Afk the Monster" where's thy Sting? "And where's thy Victory, boasting
HRIST, from whom all Bleffings Row, Comforting thy Saints below,
Hear us, who thy Nature fhare, Who thy myftic Body are.
Join us, in one Spirit join: Let us ftill receive of Thine, Still for more on Thee we calf, Thee who filleft all in all.
Move, and actuate, and guide, Diverse Gifts to each divide Plac'd according to thy Will Let us all our Works fulfil : Never from our Office move, Helpful to the others prove, Ufe the Grace on each bestow'd Temper'd by the blessed GOD... III.
Many are we now, and one, We who JEsUs have put on : There is neither Bond nor Free ; Male nor Female, LORD, in Thee! Love, like Death, hath all deftroy'd,, Render'd all Diftinctions void, Names and Sect, and Parties fall, Thou, O CHRIST, art all in all !
HYMN CXVI.
THANKSGIV IN: Ó..
Y Soul repeat his Praife, Whofe Mercies are fo great: Whofe Anger is fo flow to rife, So ready to abate.
High as the Heav'ns are rais'd;. Above the Ground we tread,
So far the Riches of his Grace, Our highest Thoughts exceed. III..
The Pity of the LORD,
To those that fear his Name, Is fuch as tender Parents feel: He knows our feeble Frame. IV..
Our Days are as the Grafs, Or like the Morning Flow'r ; If one sharp Blast sweep o'er the Field, It withers im an Hour.
But thy Compaffions, LORD,.
To endless Years endure; And Children's Children ever find Thy Ward of Promise fure.
Let thy Love our Hearts conftrain, JESUS the Crucified!
What haft. Thou done our Hearts to gain,, Languifh'd, and groan'd and died:
Us into clofeft Union draw,
And in our inward Parts
Let Kindness fweetly write her Law, Let Love command our Hearts.
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