Here thy avenging juftice ftands,
And pleads its dreadful caufe;
Here faving mercy fpreads her hands
Like Jefus on the cross.

Thy faints attend with ev'ry grace
On this great facrifice;

And love appears with chearful face,
And Faith with fixed eyes.

Zeal and Revenge perform their part,
And rifing fin destroy ;
Repentance comes with aching heart,
Yet not forbids the joy.

Dear Saviour! change our Faith to Sight,
Let fin for ever die;

Then fhall our fouls be all delight,
And ev'ry tear be dry.

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IGH let us fwell our tuneful notes,

And join th' angelic throng;

For angels no fuch love have known,

T' awake a chearful fong.

Good

Good-will to finful men is fhewn,

And peace on earth is given;
For lo! th' incarnate Saviour comes
With meffages from heaven.

Juftice and grace, with sweet accord,
His rifing beams adorn;

Let heav'n and earth in concert join!
"To us a child is born."

"GLORY to GOD" in highest strain,
In highest worlds be paid;
His glory by our lips proclaim'd,
And by our lives display'd!

When fhall we reach those blifsful realms
Where CHRIST exalted reigns;

And learn of the celeftial choir

Their own immortal ftrains!

HYMN IX.

On the NEW YEAR.

By Dr. DoD DRIDGE.

OD of my life, thy conftant care,

Go

With bleffings crown'd the op'ning year,

This guilty life thou dost prolong,

And wake anew my annual fong.

How

How

many kindred fouls are fled

To the vaft regions of the dead,
Since from this day the changing fun
Thro' his last yearly period run ?

WE yet furvive; but who can say,
Or thro' the year, or month, or day,
"I will retain this vital breath;
"Thus far, at least, in league with death?"
That breath is thine, eternal GOD;

'Tis thine to fix my foul's abode ;

It holds its life from thee alone,
On earth, or in the world unknown.

To thee our spirits we refign;

Make them, and own them, ftill as thine;
So fhall they smile fecure from fear,
Tho' death fhould blast the rifing year.

HYMN X.

On the PASSION.

ROM whence thefe dire portents around,

FRO

That earth and heav'n amaze?

Wherefore do earthquakes cleave the ground?

Why hides the fun his rays?

Not thus did SINAI's trembling head

With facred horror nod,

Beneath the dark pavilion spread,

Of the defcending God!

What

What tongue the tortures can declare

Of this vindictive hour?

Wrath he alone had will to fhare,
As he alone had pow'r !

See, ftreaming from the fatal tree,
His all-atoning blood!

Is this the infinite!'Tis He!
My SAVIOUR, and my God!
For me thefe pangs his foul affail,
For me the death is born;
My fin gave fharpnefs to the nail,
And pointed ev'ry thorn.

Let fin no more my foul enflave;
Break Lord, thy tyrant's chain;
Oh fave me, whom thou cam'st to save,
Nor bleed or die in vain!

HYMN XI.

For EASTER.

JESUS Chrift is rifen to-day, -Hallelujah!
Our triumphant holy day;

Who did once upon the cross,
Suffer to redeem our lofs.

Hymns of praise then let us fing
Unto Chrift our heavenly king;
Who endur'd the crofs, and grave,
Sinners to redeem and fave.
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But the pains which he endur'd,
Our falvation have procur'd;
Now he reigns, triumphant king,
Where the angels ever fing,-Hallelujah.

HYMN XII.

For WHIT-SUNDAY.

By Mr. DRYDEN.

ETERNAL Spirit; by whofe aid

The world's foundations firft were laid:

Come, vifit every pious mind,

Come, pour thy joys on human kind!

From fin and forrow fet us free, And make thy temples worthy thee: Illumine our dull darken'd fight, Thou fource of uncreated light.

Thrice holy fount! thrice holy fire! Our hearts with heavenly love inspire : Come, and thy facred unction bring, To fantify us while we fing.

Plenteous of Grace defcend from high,

Rich in thy seven-fold energy !

Thou ftrength of his almighty hand,

Whofe power doth heaven and earth command.

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