I HYMN 142 TO THE HOLY GHOST. STA TAY, thou infulted Spirit, stay; Tho' I have done thee fuch despite, Caft not a finner quite away, Nor take thine everlasting flight. 2 Tho' I have most unfaithful been, Of all, who e'er thy grace receiv'd; Ten thoufand times thy goodness seen, Ten thousand times thy goodness griev'd. 3 But O! the chief of finners spare, In honour of my great High priest; Nor in thy righteous anger fwear T'exclude me from thy people's rest. 4 If yet thou canft my fins forgive, É'en now, O LORD, relieve my woes; Into thy reft of love receive, And blefs me with a calm repofe. 5 E'en now my weary foul release, HYMN 143. THE CHRISTIAN'S EXPECT ATION. GOD OD of all confolation, take 2 Not unto us, but thee, O Lord, For ev'ry gracious thought and word, 4 Him eye to eye we there fhall fee, 5 O what a joyful meeting there, 7-Then let us haften to the day, When all fhall be brought home; Come, O Redeemer, come away, LORD JESU, quickly come! HYMN 144. ADORING JESUS. I Come let us join, To praise our dear Saviour, our Master divine, 2 Him let us adore, Who cover'd with gore; Late hang'd on Calvary, both wounded and poor. 3 He worthy is bleft By fpirits at reft, Who once in this defert his Godhead confefs'd. 4 The prophets who told His fuff'rings of old, Sing now fweet thanksgivings on pfalt'ries of gold. 5 The fathers to whom He fhew'd he would come, Now in his pavilion take up their long home. H 6 The fpirits of men, Who for him were flain, From Abel the righteous, share now in his reign. 7 The apostles who stood, Refifting to blood For JESUS's gofpel, rejoice in their GOD. 8 O church of the Lamb Here mét, do the fame, With faints and with angels blefs JESUS's name. 9 My foul bear a part, For ranfom'd thou art By JESU's blood-fhedding, his burial and fmart. 10 To him that was flain, The fcorn'd Nazarene, Be glory and honour; let all fay Amen. HYMN 145. Thou holy Lamb divine, How can't thou and finners join? GOD of spotless purity, How fhall man concur with thee? 2 Offer up one facrifice Acceptable to the skies; ; What shall we wretched finners bring Render what thy grace hath giv'n, HYMN 146. GOD GLORIOUS AND SINNERS SAVED. I FATE ATHER, how wide thy glory fhines! How high thy wonders rife ! Known thro' the earth by thousand signs, By thousand thro' the fkies. • Those mighty orbs proclaim thy pow'r; 3 But when we view thy great defign Where vengeance and compaffion join In their divineft forms; |