See, from the Rock a Fountain rife!
For you in healing Streams it rolls;
Money ye need not bring, nor Price,
Ye lab'ring, burthen'd, Sin-fick Souls.
IV.

Nothing ye in Exchange fhall give;
Leave all you have, and are, behind;
Frankly the Gift of God receive,
Pardon, and Peace, in JESUS find.

HYMN II.

VENI CREATOR.

COME

1.

OME, holy Spirit, heav'nly Dove,*.
With all thy quick'ning Pow'rs,

Kindle a Flame of facred Love

In thefe cold Hearts of ours.
II.

Look how we grovel here below,
Fond of these earthly Toys;
Our Souls how heavily they go
To reach eternal Joys!

III.

In vain we tune our formal Songs;
In vain we ftrive to rife!

Hofannas languifh on our Tongues,
And our Devotion dies.

Dear LORD

IV.

and shall we ever live

At this poor dying Rate;

Our Love fo faint, fo cold to Thee,

And Thine to us so great?

*Mat. iii. 16.

Come, holy Spirit, heav'nly Dove,
With all thy quick'ning Pow'rs:
Come fhed abroad a Saviour's Love,
And that shall kindle ours,

HYMN III.

PSALM li. 10.

I.

For an Heart to praise my God!
An Heart from Sin fet free,

An Heart that's fprinkled with the Blood *
So freely fpilt for me!

II.

An Heart refign'd, fubmiffive, meek,
My dear Redeemer's Throne,
Where only CHRIST is heard to fpeak,†
Where JESUS reigns alone.

III.

An humble, lowly, contrite Heart,
Believing, true, and clean,

Which neither Life, nor Death, can part
From Him that dwells within.§
IV.

An Heart in ev'ry Thought renew'd,
And fill'd with Love divine,
Perfect, and right, and pure, and good,
A Copy, LORD, of Thine.

V.

Thy tender Heart is ftill the fame,t
And melts at human Woe:

JESU, for Thee, diftreft I am,.
I want thy Love to know.

Heb. x, 22. 1 Pet, i. 2.
§ 2 Cor. xiii. 5.

+ Job xxii. 22).

+ Heb. xiii. 8.

VI.

My Heart, Thou know'ft can never reft
"Till Thou create my Peace,
'Till of mine Eden re-poffeft,
From Self, and Sin, I cease.
VII.

Thy Nature, gracious LORD, impart,
Come quickly from above,*

Write thy new Name upon my Heart,
Thy new, beft Name of Love..

HYMN

IV.

GOD glorious, and Sinners faved.

I..

ATHER, how wide thy Glory fhines ! How high thy Wonders rife ! Known thro' the Earth by thousand Signs; By thousand thro' the Skies.

II..

Thofe mighty Orbs proclaim thy Power,
Their Motions speak thy Skill:
And on the Wings of ev'ry Hour
We read thy Patience ftill.
III.

But when we view thy great Defign
To fave rebellious Worms;
Where Vengeance and Compaffion join
In their divinest Forms:

IV.

Here the whole DEITY is known,

Nor dares a Creature guess

* Rev. ii. 17.

Which

Which of the Glories brighteft fhone,
The Juftice or the Grace.

V.

Now the full Glories of the LAMB
Adorn the heavenly Plains,

Bright Seraphs learn IMMANUEL's Name,,
And try their choiceft Strains.

VI..

O, may I bear fome humble Part
In that immortal Song.

Wonder and joy fhall tune my Heart,
And Love command my Tongue.

PSALM lxxxix, 14, 15, 16, 17.

I.

What shall do, my SAVIOUR to praise ;;
Sofaithful, and true, foplenteous in Grace;
So ftrong to deliver, fo good to redeem
The weakest Believer, that hangs upon him!

II.

How happy the Man, whose Heart is set free,
The People that can be joyful in Thee!
Their Joy is to walk in the Light of thy Face,,
And ftill they are talking of Jesus's Grace.

III.

Their daily Delight fhall be in thy Name,
They fhall, as their Right, thy Righteousness
(claim :

Thy Righteousness wearing, and cleans'd by
(thy Blood,,
Bold shall they appear in the Prefence ofGOD..

1

IV.

For thou art their Boaft, their Glory and Pow'r, And I alfo truft to fee the glad Hour,

My Soul's new Creation, a Life from the Dead, The Day of Salvation, that lifts up my Head.

V.

Yea, LORD, I fhall fee the Blifs of thine own, Thy Secret to me fhall foon be made known: For Sorrow and Sadness, I Joy fhall receive, And fhare in the Gladnefs of all that Believe.

HYMN VI.

INVITATIO N.*

I.

INNERS, obey the Gofpel-Word, Hafte to the Supper of your LORD, Be wife to know your gracious Day, All Things are ready, come away !

II.

Ready the Father is to own,

And kiss his late returning Son; §
Ready the loving SAVIOUR ftands,
And spreads for you his Bleeding Hands.
III.
Ready the Spirit of his Love

Juft now the ftony Heart to move; ||
T' apply and witnefs with the Blood,
And wash and feal you Sons of GOD.‡
IV.

Ready for you the Angels wait,t
To triumph in your bleft Eftate:
Tuning their Harps, they long to praise

The Wonders of redeeming Grace.

Luke xiv. 16. §-Luke xv. 20. Ez. xi. 19. 2 Cor. i. 22. † Luke xv. 7.