APPENDIX. HYMN CCXXXIII. L. M. OW to the Pow'r of GOD fupreme, NOW He faves from Hell, (we blefs his Name) Not for our Duties or Deferts,-2 Tim. 2. 9, 10. 'Twas his own Purpose that begun JESUS, the LORD, appears at laft, And makes his Father's Counfels known; Declares the great Tranfactions paft; And brings immortal Bleffings down. HYMN CCXXXIV. C. M. B LEST are the Souls that hear and know Peace fhall attend the Path they go, Their Joy fhall bear their Spirits up, Nor Satan dares condemn. The LORD our Glory and Defence, HYMN B CCXXXV. L. M. The Priesthood of CHRIST. LOOD has a Voice to pierce the Skies; Revenge, the Blood of Abel cries: But the dear Stream, when CHRIST was flain, Speaks Peace as loud from ev'ry Vein. Pardon and Grace from GoD on high; Behold! he lays his Vengeance by ; And Rebels that deferve his Sword, Become the Fav'rites of the LORD. To JESUS let our Praifes rife, Who gave his Life a Sacrifice; Now he appears before our God, And for our Pardon pleads his Blood, F HYMN CCXXXVI. 8. 7. ATHER, hear the Blood of JESUS From thy Wrath and Curfe release us; O receive us to thy Favour, For his only fake receive; "To thy pard'ning Grace receive them," Prays the Pray'r on Earth begun, "Father, fhew their Sins forgiv'n; "Father, glorify thy Son."-1 John 2. 1. HYMN CCXXXVII. C. M. OW fweet and awful is the Place, While everlasting Love difplays The choiceft of her Stores. Here ev'ry Bowel of our GoD Here Peace and Pardon, through his Blood,* While all our Hearts and all our Songs Each of us cry with thankful Tongues, Why was I made to hear thy Voice, *Twas the fame Love that spread the Feast, Elfe we had ftill refus'd to tafte, Afts 20. 28. HYMN CCXXXVIII. S. M. Looking to JESUS. Pf. 104. OW glorious the LAMB H Is feen on his Throne! His Labours are o'er, Into the LAMB's Hand, Ye Sinners below, Then truft in the LORD, His Honour, his Word: HYMN BEGIN CCXXXIX. C. M. GOD's Faithfulness. EGIN, my Tongue, fome heav'nly Theme, The mighty Works, or mightier Name, Tell of his wond'rous Faithfulness, And found his Pow'r abroad, Proclaim Salvation from the LORD His Hand hath writ the facred Word Engrav'd as in eternal Brafs, ; Nor can the Pow'rs of Darkness raze C HYMN CCXL. C. M. HRIST's own foft Hand fhall wipe the (Tear Affliction, Pain, and Grief, and Fear, And Death itself, fhall die. How long, dear SAVIOUR, O how long, Fly fwiftly round, ye Wheels of Time, HYMN CCXLI. S. M. CHRIST'S Interceffion. ELL! the REDEEMER's gone. WE WT' appear before our GOD, To fprinkle o'er the flaming Throne No fiery Vengeance now, The SAVIOUR fhews his own. Before his FATHER'S Eye,-1 John 2. 1.Our humble Suit he moves; The Father lays his Thunder by, And looks, and fimiles, and loves, |