3 Great Prophet of our GoD,
Our tongues would bless thy name!
By thee the joyful news
Of our falvation came::
The joyful news of fins forgiv'n,
Of hell fubdu'd, and peace with heav'n.
4 JESUS, our great High priest,
Offer'd his blood, and dy'd;
Thou guilty finner feek
No facrifice befide :
His pow'rful blood did once atone,
And now it pleads before the throne.
5 Thou dear Almighty LORD!
Our Conqu❜ror, and our King!
Thy scepter and thy fword,
Thy reigning grace we fing:
Thine is the pow'r; O may we fit
In willing bonds beneath thy feet!
ARRAY'D in mortal flesh,
Lo, the great Angel stands !
And holds the promises.
And pardons in his hands:
Commiffion'd from his Father's throne,
To make his grace to mortals known.
2 Be thou our Counsellor,
Our Pattern, and our Guide!
And thro' this defert land
Still keep us near thy fide!
O let our feet ne'er run aftray,
Nor rove, nor feek the crooked way.
3 We'd hear our Shepherd's voice,
Whofe watchful eye doth keep
Poor wand'ring fouls among
The thousands of his fheep:
He feeds his flock,he calls their names,
His bofom bears the tender lambs.
4 To this dear furety's hands,
My foul, commend thy cause;
He answers, and fulfils
His Father's broken laws:
Believing fouls now free are fet;
For CHRIST hath paid their dreadful
debt.
5 Then let our fouls 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.
HYMN 120.
LORD, avenge thy tempted faints,
For thou canst supply our wants;
Satan and a finful heart,
Caufe us many hours of smart :
We fail on a troubled fea,
Harrafs'd by the enemy,
Foes without, and foes within,
Tempting daily unto fin.
2 Satan ufes all his craft,
On the right hand and the left;
World and flesh and hell combine;
JESUS, fend thy help divine:
GOD his little remnant tries,
Salts with fire each facrifice;
But tho' tempefts rife afresh-
CHRIST is in the burning bufh.
3 LORD, thy dealings we admire,
Thou'lt us fave, yet as by fire;
Purge the drofs, the gold refine,
Stamp the fame for current coin:
JESU, we can find no reft,
But when leaning on thy breaft;
Onward then we fweetly move,
When we fuck the breafts of love.
4 We fhall furely find at length
Weakness perfected in ftrength;
Tho' we're toft with doubts and fears,
Thou wilt wipe away our tears :
LORD, bring on the joyful day,
Make our forrows flee away;
Gather all thy faints in one,
Thee to praife around the throne.
HEN with my mind divinely preft,
Dear Saviour, my revolving breast
Wou'd paft offences trace;
Trembling I make the black review,
Yet pleas'd behold, admiring too,
The pow'r of changing grace.
2 This tongue, with blafphemies defil'd,
These feet, to erring paths beguil'd,
In heav'nly league agree;
Who cou'd believe fuch lips cou'd praise, Or think my dark and winding ways Should ever lead to thee?
3 Thefe eyes, that once abus❜d their fight,
Now lift to thee their watry light,
And weep a filent flood;
Thefe hands afcend in ceafelefs pray'r;
O wash away the ftains they wear,
In pure redeeming blood!
that pleas'd cou'd entertain
The midnight oath, the luftful ftrain,
When round the feftal board;
Now deaf to all th' inchanting noise,
Avoid the throng, deteft the joys,
And prefs to hear thy word.
5 Thus art thou ferv'd in ev'ry part;
And now thou doft transform my heart,
That droffy thing refine:
Now grace doth nature's ftrength controul,
And a new creature-body-foul,
Are, LORD, for ever thine!
122. THE SAME,
FT I reflect upon thy grace,
With tears of thankfulness,
Which call'd me from my native place,
The world's wide wilderness.
2 My precious time I vainly spent,
Subject to nature's fway;
My corrupt carnal will was bent
Its motions to obey.
3 Thick darkness overspread my mind,
I ftumbled in the night;
All my affections were inclin'd
To creaturely delight.
4 GOD faw me in this wretched cafe,
A flave to bafe defire;
And by an act of fpecial grace,
The brand pluck'd from the fire.
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