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LXXXI. The Lord our Righteoufnefs. L. M

JES

1.

ESU, thy blood and righteousness, My beauty are, my glorious drefs; Midft flaming worlds, in thefe array'd, With joy fhall I lift up my head.

II.

When from the duft of earth I rise,
To claim my mansion in the skies,
Ev'n then fhall this be all my plea,

Jefus hath liv'd, hath dy'd for me."

III.

Bold fhall I ftand in that great day,
For who ought to my charge fhall lay?
Fully through Thee abfolv'd I am,
From fin and fear, from guilt and shame.

IV.

Thus Abraham, the friend of God,
Thus all the armies bought with blood,
Saviour of finners, Thee proclaim,
Sinners, of whom the chief I am.

V.

This spotless robe the fame appears,
When ruin'd nature finks in years,

No age can change its glorious hue,
The grace of Chrift is ever new.

VI.

O let the dead now hear thy voice,
Now bid thy banifh'd ones rejoice!
Their beauty this, their glorious dress,
Jefus the Lord our Righteousness!

LXXXII. Safety in Chrift. P. M.

I.

LIGHT of the world; thy beams I blefs;
On Thee, bright fun of righteousness,
My faith has fix'd its eye:
Guided by Thee, through all I go,

Nor fear the ruin spread below,
For Thou art always nigh.

ii.

Ten thousand snares my path beset,
Yet fhall I, Lord, the work complete,
Which Thou to me haft giv'n:
Superior to the pains I feel,

Close by the gates of death and hell,
I urge my way to heav'n.

III.

Still may I ftrive, and labour ftill,
With humble zeal to do thy will,

And truft in thy defence!

My foul into thy hands I give;
And, if he can obtain thy leave,

Let Satan pluck me thence.

LXXXIII. "It is done." P. M.

"TIS

I.

IS done! th' atoning work is done! Jefus, the world's Redeemer, dies! All nature feels th' important groan Loud-echoing through earth and skies; The earth doth to her centre quake, And heav'n as hell's deep gloom is black!

II.

The temple's veil is rent in twain,
While Jefus meekly bows his head;
The rocks refent his mortal pain,

The yawning graves give up their dead;
The bodies of the faints arife,
Reviving as their Saviour dies.

III.

And shall not we his death partake,
In fympathetic anguish groan?

O Saviour! let thy paffion fhake

Our earth, and rend our hearts of stone;

To fecond life our fouls reftore,
And wake us that we fleep no more.

LXXXIV. Chrift the best Friend. P. M.

NE there is, above all others,

Well deferves the name of friend;

His is love bevond a brother's,
Coftly, free, and knows no end:
They who once his kindness prove,
Find it everlasting love!

Which of all our friends to fave us,
Could or would have shed their blood?

But our Jefus dy'd to have us
Reconcil'd in him to God:

This was boundless love indeed!
Jefus is a friend in need.

III.

When he liv'd on earth abased,
Friend of finners was his name;
Now above all glory raised,
He rejoices in the fame:

Still he calls them brethren, friends,
And to all their wants attends.

IV.

Oh! for grace our hearts to foften!
Teach us Lord, at length to love;
We alas! forget too often,

What a friend we have above;

But when home our fouls are brought,
We will love Thee as we ought.

LXXXV. Chrift the Believer's All. L. M,

N Christ my

IN

I.

treasure's all contain'd; By Him my feeble foul's fuftain'd; From Him I all things do receive, Through Him my foul does daily live.

II.

With Him I daily love to walk,
Of Him my foul delights to talk;
On him I caft my every care;
Like Him one day I fhall appear.

III.

Blefs Him, my foul, from day to day;
Truft Him to bring thee on thy way:
Give Him thy poor weak finful heart;
With Him, O never, never part.