His Spirit fhall bedew our Souls
Like purifying Rain.]

7 Our Heart, that flinty stubborn Thing,
That Terrors cannot move,

That fears no Threatnings of his Wrath,
Shall be diffolv'd by Love:

8 Or he can take the Flint away
That would not be refin'd,

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And from the Treasures of his Grace
Beftów a fofter Mind.

There fhall his facred Spirit dwell,

And deep engrave his Law,
And ev'ry Motion of our Souls
To fwift Obedience draw.

10 Thus will he pour Salvation down,
And we shall render Praise ;
We the dear People of his Love,
And He our God of Grace.

X. The Bleffedness of Gofpel-Times: or The Reve lation of CHRIST to Jews and Gentiles, Ha. v. 2, 7, 8, 9, 10. Matt. xiii. 6, 17.

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HOW Beauteous are their Feet

Who ftand on Zion's Hill! Who bring Salvation on their Tongues, And Words of Peace reveal!

A is their Voice!

2 How charming is

How fweet the Tidings are!

"Zion behold thy Saviour-King, "He reigns and triumphs here." 3 How happy are our Ears That hear this joyful Sound, Which Kings and Prophets waited for, And fought, but never found! 4 How bleffed are our Eyes That fee this heavenly Light; Prophets and Kings defir'd it long, But dy'd without the Sight! 5 The Watchmen join their Voice, And tuneful Notes employ; Jerufalem breaks forth in Songs, And Deserts learn the Joy.

6 The Lord makes bare his Arm Thro' all the Earth abroad:

Let ev'ry Nation now behold

Their Saviour and their God.

XI. The Humble enlightened, and carnal Reafon humbled: or The Sovereignty of Grace, Luke x. 21, 22.

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Here was an Hour when CHRIST rejoic'd, And fpoke his Joy in Words of Praife; "Father, I thank thee, mighty God, "LORD of the Earth, and Heav'hs and Seas, 2 "I thank thy fov'reign Pow'r and Love, "That crowns my Doctrine with Success;

Shall crush his Foes beneath his Feet, "And reign to Ages yet unknown.

XIV. The Triumph of Faith: or CHRIST'S UNchangeable Love, Rom. viii. 33, &c.

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HO fhall the LORD's Elect condemn ?
'Tis God that juftifies their Souls;

And Mercy, like a mighty Stream,
O'er all their Sins divinely rolls.

2 Who fhall adjudge the Saints to Hell?
'Tis CHRIST that fuffer'd in their Stead;
And the Salvation to fulfil,

Behold him rifing from the Dead!
3 He lives! He lives! and fits Above,
For ever interceding there:

Who fhall divide us from his Love?
Or what should tempt us to Despair?
4 Shall Perfecution, or Diftrefs,
Famine, or Sword, or Nakedness?
He that hath lov'd us bears us thro',
And makes us more than Conqu❜rors too.
Faith hath an overcoming Pow'r,

5

It triumphs in the dying Hour:

CHRIST is our Life, our Joy, our Hope;
Nor can we fink with fuch a Props

6 Not all that Men on Earth can do,

Nor Pow'rs on high, nor Pow'rs below, A Shall caufe his Mercy to remove,

Or wean our Hearts from CHRIST, our Love,

XV. Our own Weakness, and CHRIST ON 2 Cor. xii. 7, 9, 10.

LET me but hear my Saviour fay,
"Strength fhall be equal to thy Day;"

Then I rejoice in deep Diftrefs,

Leaning on all-fufficient Grace.

2 I glory in Infirmity,

3

That CHRIST's own Power may rest on me ;
When I am weak then am I ftrong,

Grace is my Shield and CHRIST my Song.

I can do all Things, or can bear

All Suff'rings, if my LORD be there;
Sweet Pleafures mingle with the Pains,
While his left Hand my Head fuftains.
4 But if the LORD be once withdrawn,
And we attempt the Work alone,
When new Temptations fpring and rife,
We find how great our Weakness is,
5 So Samfon when his Hair was loft,
Met the Philiftines to his Coft;
Shook his vain Limbs with fad Surprise,
Made feeble Fight, and loft his Eyes,

XVI. Hofanna to CHRIST, Matt. xxi. 9. Luke xix. 38, 40.

HOSANNA to the royal Son

Of David's ancient Line!

11s Natures Two, his Perfon One,
Mysterious and Divine

2 The Root of David here, we find,
And Offspring, is the fame;
Eternity and Time are join'd

In our IMMANUEL'S Name.

3 Bless'd He that comes to wretched Men With peaceful News from Heav'n! Hofannas of the higheft Strain

TO CHRIST the LORD be giv'n!

4 Let Mortals ne'er refufe to take

Th' Hofanna on their Tongues,

Left Rocks and Stones fhould rife and break

Their Silence into Songs

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XVII. Victory over Death, 1 Cor. xv. 55, &c.

For an overcoming Faith

To chear my dying Hours,

To triumph o'er the Monster, Death,
And all his frightful Pow'rs!

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2 Joyful, with all the Strength I have, My quiv'ring Lips fhould fing, "Where is thy boafted Vict'ry, Grave? "And where the Monster's Sting ?"

3 If Sin be pardon'd, I'm fecure; Death hath no Sting befide;

The Law gives Sin its damning Pow'r But CHRIST, my Ranfom, dy'd..