Let not worldly Pride confound thee,
'Mong the lowly Plants around thee,
Mark the LOWEST-that is HE.
III.

Like a tender Plant that's growing (i)
Where no Waters, friendly flowing,
No kind Rains refrefh the Ground:
Drooping dying, we shall view Him,
See no Charm to draw us to Him,
There no Beauty will be found.
IV.

Lo! MESSIAH unrefpected! (k)
MAN of GRIEFS, DESPIS'D, REJECTED!
Wounds his Form disfiguring, (1)
Marr'd His Vifage more than any, (m)
For He bears the Sins of MANY, (#)
All our Sorrows carrying. (0)
V.

No Deceit his Mouth had spoken, (p)
BLAMELESS He no Law. had broken,

Yet was number'd with the WORST (9)
For, because the LORD would grieve Him,
We, who faw it, did believe Him, (r)
For his own Offences curft.

VI.

But while Him our Thoughts accused, (s)

He for us alone was bruifed,

Stricken, fmitten for our OUR GUILT:

(¿) If. liii. z. (k) If liii. 3.

xiii. 6.

Mii. 12.

(m) If. lii. 14.

(5) If. liii. 42.5.

12. (c) If. liii. 4. (p) If. liii. (r) If. liii. 4, 10.

With His Stripes, OUR Wounds are cured,
By His Pains, OUR Peace affured, (t)
Purchas'd with the BLOOD He fpilt. (u).
VII.

Love amazing; fo to mind us, (x)
SHEPHERD come from Heav'n to find us, (y)
Silly Sheep all gone aftray, (x)
LOST, UNDONE by our Tranfgreffions,
Worfe than ftript of all Poffeffions,
DEBTORS without HOPE to pay. (a)
VIII.

FEAR our Portiony SLAVES in Spirit,(b)) He redeem'd Us by His MERIT

To a Glorious LIBERTY : (c) Dearly first His Goodness bought us, (d) TRUTH. and LOVE then sweetly taught us, () TRUTH and LOVE have made us free. (f) IX.

Bleffed be the Pow'r who gave us,

FREELY gave

His Son to fave us, (g)

BLESS D the Son who freely came :
HONOUR, BLESSING, ADORATION, (h】)
Ever, from the whole Creation,
Be to God and to the LAMBI-

(t) Rom. v. 1.

(*) PL viii. 4
(*) II. liii. 6. -
vii.

If liii. 5. (u) Pét. i 19. (y) Matt. xviÏÏ. 11, 12, 13(a) Luke vii. 42. (b) Rom Heb. ii. 15. (c) Rom. viii. 21. John x. 11. (e) John i. 175. (g) John iii. 16. John Rev. 1913

.15. 21. (d) 1 Cor. vi.-20. (f) John viii. 32. iv. 9

HYMN CLXXIV.

The Chriftian's Triumph in the Righte
oufness of the LORD JESUS CHRIST.
· I.

JESU

*

ESU thy Blood and Righteousness, My Beauty are, my glorious Dress, Midft flaming Worlds in thefe array'd With Joy fhall I lift up my Head.

II.

When from the Duft of Death I rife
To claim my + Mansion in the Skies,
Ev❜n then, fhall this be all my Plea:
"JESUS hath liv'd and dy'd for me.”
III.

Bold fhall I ftand in that great Day,

For who ought to my S Charge fhall lay !
Fully thro' Thee abfolved I am

From Sin and Fear, from Guilt and Shame.
IV.

Thus Abraham, the Friend of GOD,

Thus all the Armies bought with Blood,
SAVIOUR of Sinners thee proclaim,
Sinners, of whom the † Chief I am.
V.

This fpotlefs Robe the fame appears
When ruin'd Nature finks in Years!
No Age can change its glorious Hue,
The Grace of CHRIST is ever new.
VI.

O let the Dead now hear thy Voice,
Now bid thy banifh'd Ones rejoice,
Their beauty this, their glorious Drefs,
JESUS, the LORD OUR RIGHTEOUSNESS.
* If. xxviii. 5.- -lxi, 10. Rev. vii. 13, 14.
John xiv. 2. § Rom. viii. 33-
15. John v. 25.

Eph. i. 1.

tTim

GOD forbid that I fhould Glory, &c.
Gal. vi. 14.

I.

Won which the Prince of Glory dy'd,

HEN I survey the wondrous Cross,

My richest Gain I count my Lofs,
And pour Contempt on all my Pride.

II.

Forbid it LORD, that I fhould boaft,
Save in the Crofs of CHRIST, my GOD:
All the vain Things that charm me most,
I facrifice them for thy Blood.

HYMN

CLXXVI.

Thy Word is Truth, John xvii. 17,

1.

Y hiding Place, my Refuge, Tow'r
And Shield, art thou, O LORD,

I firmly anchor all my Hopes,
On thy unerring Word. *

II.

Engrav'd, as in eternal Brass,

The mighty Promise fhines,

Nor can the Pow'rs of Darkness raze
Thofe everlasting Lines.

III.

The Sacred Word of Grace is ftrong,
As that which built the Skies,
Thy Voice which rolls the Stars along,
Spake all the Promises.

Pf. cxix. 74. 147

My

IV

My hiding Place, my Refuge, Tow'r,
And Shield art Thou, O LORD,
I firmly anchor all my Hopes
On thy unerring Word.

HYMN CLXXVII.

Afcribing to GOD the Praife of our Salvation.

How

I..

TOW empty was our former Boast,
Our Foolishness of Pride,-

When in ourselves we put our Trust,
And on our Works rely'd

II.

Strong in the Freedom of our Will,
Firm in our Nature's Pow'rs,
We thought to gain the Heav'nly Hilly',
And feize the Crown as ours.

IH..

Our good Defires, our Hearts fincere,
Our beft Endeavours stood,
T'attone for our Tranfgreffions here,
In Place of JEsu's Blood..

IV.

Alas for us; we knew not then

His BROOD and RIGHTEOUSNESS,
Thro' which alone the Sons of Men
Are fav'd by richeft Grace.
W

But now, Orgracious GoD, thy Love
Hath taught us better Things;

Our all is giv'n us from above,
From Thee Salvation springs.

Freely