Open the Intercourfe between
Our longing Souls and Thee,
Never to be broke off again
Thro' all Eternity.
Grant this O LORD! for Thou haft dy'd
That we might be forgiv❜n,
Thou haft the Righteoufness supplied,
By which we merit Heaven.
ESUS, the all-atoning Lamb,
Lover of loft Mankind,
Salvation in whofe only Name
Afinful World can find:
II.
We ask thy Grace to make us clean,
We come to Thee, our GoD ;
Open, O LORD, for this Day's Sin,
The Fountain of thy Blood. *
III.
Hither our spotted Souls be brought,
And ev'ry idle Word,
And ev'ry Work, and ev'ry Thought,
That hath not pleas'd our LORD.
IV.
Hither our Actions, righteous deem'd,
By Man, and counted good,
As filthy Rags by God efteem'd, †
'Till fprinkled with thy Blood.
§ Zech. xiii. 1. + Ifa. Ixiv. 6.
HYMNEXXVII.
The Wisdom of God Foolifhnefs with Men. I Cor. i. 23, 24.
SAVIOUR, Thou thy Myfteries
Haft often cover'd from the Wise,
And Babes thy Glory fhew'd; *
Thy Wisdom far furpaffes all,
What ftudious Mortal Wisdom call,
Thou holy LAMB of GOD.
The nat❜ral Man can't right conceive t
The glorious Things which we believe,
How thou did it us redeem ;
The Things thy Spirit teacheth us,
The Merit of thy Blood and Crofs,
Are Foolishnefs to him.
They this World's Wisdom feek and gain,
That Wisdom which thou calleft vain,
But Oh! are Strangers Atill
To that which makes our Spirits wife,
And fets before our waiting Eyes,
What is our SAVIOUR'S Will.
Thrice happy then are we, who prove
The Peace of GOD, his Truth and Love,
Things freely to us giv'n,
Thefe Earnefts are of greater Blifs,
The Earnests of that Happinefs
Which we fhall have in Heav'n.
HYMN XXVIII.
The Sinner converted. If. xxxviii, 17, 19. Thou hast in Love to my Soul delivered it from the Pit of Corruption; for thou hast caft all my Sins behind thy Back. The Living, the Liuing, he fhall praife thee, as I do this Day. I.
WHEN with my Mind devoutly prest,
Dear SAVIOUR, my, revolving Breaft
Would past Offences trace;
Trembling I make the black Review,
Yet pleas'd behold, admiring too,
The Power of changing Grace!
II.
This Tongue, with Blafphemies defil'd,
Thefe Feet to erring Paths beguil'd,
In heav'nly League agree;
Who could believe fuch Lips could praise,
Or think my dark and winding Ways.
Should ever lead to Thee?
These Eyes, that once abus'd their Sight,.
Now lift to Thee their watʼry Light,
And weep a filent Flood;
Thefe Hands afcend in ceaseless Pray'r;
O wash away the Stains they wear,
In pure redeeming Blood!
These Ears, that pleas'd could entertain
The midnight Oath, the luftful Strain,
When round the festal Board;
Now deaf to all th' enchanting Noise,
Avoid the Throng, deteft the Joys,
And prefs to hear thy WORD.
V.
Thus art Thou ferv'd in ev'ry Part,
O wouldft Thou more transform my Heart,
That drofly Thing refine;
That Grace might Nature's Strength controul,
And a new Creature-Body-Soul-
Be, LORD, for ever thine.
WORLD adieu! thou real Cheat,
Oft have thy deceitful Charms
Fill'd my Heart with fond Conceit,
Foolish Hopes, and falfe Alarms:
Now I fee, as clear as Day,
How thy Follies páfs away.
II.
Vain thy entertaining Sights,
Falfe thy Promifes renew'd,
All the Pomp of thy Delights
Does but fatter and delude:
Thee I quit, for Heav'n above,
Object of the nobleft Love.
III.
Farewel Honour's empty Pride,
Thy own nice, uncertain Guft,
If the leaft Mifchance betide,
Lays thee lower than the Duft:
Wordly Honours end in Gall,
Rife To-day-To morrow fall.
Foolish Vanity-Farewel
More inconftant than the Wave,
Where thy foothing Fancies dwell,
Pureft Tempers they deprave:
He, to whom I fly from thee,
JESUS CHRIST fhrall fet me free.
Let not, LORD! my wand'ring Mind
Follow after fleeting Toys,
Since, in Thee alone, I find
Solid and fubftantial Joys:
Joys that never overpaft,
Thro' Eternity fhalf laft.
LORD! how happy is a Heart
After Thee while it afpires!
True and faithful as Thou art,
Thou shall anfwer it's Defires :
It fhall fee the glorious Scene
Of thine everlafting Reign.
HYMN XXX.
The Triumph of Faith.
I.
EAD of the Church triumphant !
We joyfully adore Thee;
Till Thou appear,
Thy Members here,
Shall fing like thofe in Glory:
We lift our Hearts and Voices
With bleft Anticipation,
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