HYMN LXIX.

Offices of CHRIST.

I.

OIN all the glorious Names

Of Wisdom, Love, and Pow'r,
That Mortals ever knew,
That Angels ever bore:

All are too mrean
To fpeak his Worth,
Too mean to fet
Our Saviour forth.
II.

But, O what gentle Terms:
What condescending Ways,
Doth our REDEEMER use
To teach his heav'nly Grace!
My Soul, with Joy
And Wonder fee

What Forms of Love
He bears for thee.
III.

Great Prophet of our God,
Our Tongues would blefs thy Name:
By thee the joyful News

Of our Salvation caine :

The joyful News

Of Sins forgiv'n,

Of Hell fubdu'd,

And Peace with Heav'n.

IV.

JESUS, our great High Prieft,
Offer'd his Blood and dy'd;

* Phil. ii. 9.

Thou

Thou guilty Sinner feek
No Sacrifice befide:

His pow'rful Blood
Did once atone,
And now it pleads
Before the Throne.
V.

Thou dear Almighty Lord,
Our Conqu'ror and our King,
Thy Scepter and thy Sword,
Thy reigning Grace we fing.
Thine is the Pow'r ;
O may we fit,
In willing Bonds,
Beneath thy Feet!

HYMN LXX.

The Same.

I.

RRAY'D in mortal Flesh,

A Lo the GREAT ANGEL ftands,

And holds the Promifes

And Pardons in his Hands:

Commiffion'd from

His Father's Throne,
To make his Grace
To Mortals known..
II.

Be thou our Counsellor,
Our Pattern and our Guide !
And through this defart Land
Still keep us near thy Side!

O let our Feet

Ne'er run aftray,
Nor rove, nor feek
The crooked Way!
III.

We'd hear our Shepherd's Voice,*
Who's watchful Eye doth keep
Poor wand'ring Souls among
The Thousands of his Sheep,

He feeds his Flock,t

He calls their Names,
His Boform bears

The tender Lambs.
IV.

To this dear Surety's Hands,
My Soul, commend thy Cause,
He anfwers and fulfils

His FATHER's broken Laws:
Believing Souls

Now free are fet ;
For CHRIST hath paid,
Their dreadful Debt.
V.

Then let our Souls arife,
And tread the Tempter down :
Our Captain leads us forth
To Conqueft and a Crown.
March on nor fear
To win the Day,

Tho' Death and Hell
Obftruct the Way.

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HYMN

John x, 27.

Ifa. xl. 11.

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HYMN LXXI.

I.

OME thou Fount of ev'ry Bleffing! Tune mine Heart to fing thy Grace! Streams of Mercy never ceafing,

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Call for Songs of loudeft Praife:
Teach me fome melodious Sonnet,
Sung by flaming Tongues above;
Praife the Mount I'm fixt upon it,
Mount of God's + unchanging Love!
II.

Here I raise my Eben-Ezer,

Hither by thine Help I'm come :
And I hope, by thy good Plcafure,
Safely to arrive at Home:
JESUS fought me, when a Stranger,
Wand'ring from the Fold of Gov,
He, to rescue me from Danger,
Interpos'd with precious Blood.
III.

O to Grace, how great a Debtor,
Daily I'm conftrain'd to be!
Let that Grace, now like a Fetter,
Bind my wand'ring Heart to Thee!
Prone to wander, LORD, I feel it,
Prone to leave the GoD I love.

Here's mine Heart-O take, and § feal it!
Seal it from thy Courts above!

Heb. xii. 18.-35. ↑ Mal. iii. 6. « 1 Sam. vii. 12. § 2 Cor. i. 22.

HYMN LXXIL

For EASTER DAY.

I.

THE Sun of Righteoufnels appears,
To fet in Blood no more:

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Adore the Scatt'rer of your Fears,
Your rifing Sun adore!

II.

The Saints, when He refign'd his Breath,
Unclos'd their fleeping Eyes;

He breaks again the Bands of Death,
Again the Dead arife! :
III.

Alone the dreadful Race He ran,
Alone the Wine-Prefs trod ;
He dy'd and fuffer'd as a Man:
He rifes as a Gop!

IV.

In vain the Stone, the Watch, the Seal,
Forbid an early Rife,

To Him who breaks the Gates of Hell,
And opens Paradise.

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HYMN' LXXIII.

A Prayer for Faith.

I.

ATHER, I ftretch mine Hands to Thee,
No other Help I know:

If Thou withdraw Thyself from me,
Ah! whither fhall I go !

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