XCVII. Abba, Father. s. I. ABBA, Father! hear thy child Late in Jefus reconcil'd! Hear, and all the graces fhow'r, All the joy, and peace, and pow'r, my Saviour afks above, All All the life and heaven of love. II. Heav'nly Adam, life divine, III. Holy Ghoft, no more delay, XCVIII. The greatness of Redemption. C. M. I. HE Lord of Sabbath let us THE In concert with the bleft; Who joyful in harmonious lays praife, Thus, Lord, while we remember Thee, On this glad day a brighter scene By God' th' eternal Word, than when iv. He rifes, who mankind has bought 'Twas great to speak the world from nought, 'Tis greater to redeem. XCIX. Chrift collecting his Flock. P. M. I. NFATHOM'D wisdom of our King! UN Leads on, and to perfection brings, No more the blinded world can do, Thy church, great Saviour, bought with blood, Efteems thy cross a pleasant load, III. Come, tender Lord, fupport the weak, May fpirit, foul, and body prove IV. Within the circle of thy arms 'Tis by thy oath that Thou art ours, Thy work with mighty arm fupport, C. God's Hufbandry. P. M. I. IGH on his everlasting throne The King of faints his work furveys, Marks the dear fouls he calls his own, And fmiles on his peculiar race. He refts well pleas'd their toil to fee: Beneath his eafy yoke they move, With all their heart and strength agree In the fweet labour of his love. II. His eye the world at once looks through, A vaft, uncultivated field; Mountains and vales in ghaftly fhew, III. green. See where the fervants of their God, For Jefus day and night employ'd, The love of Chrift their hearts conftrains, And ftrengthens their unwearied hands; They spend their blood and sweat and pains, To cultivate Emmanuel's lands. IV. Alarm'd at their fuccefsful toil, Yet ftill the fervants of their Lord |