4 I fee him fweat great drops of blood, He bows his bleeding head and dies! HYMN 29. THE EXCELLENCY OF THE SCRIPTURES. 1 What endlefs glory fhines? For ever be thy name ador'd, For these celeftial lines. 2 Here the fair tree of knowledge grows, 3 Here fprings of confolation rise, 4 When guilt and terror, pain and grief, 5 Here the Redeemer's welcome voice 5 Speak, and the deaf fhall hear thy voice, The blind his fight receive, The dumb in fongs of praife rejoice, 6 The Ethiop then fhall change his skin, I ENNES SPIRITUAL BARREN NESS. MOST righteous GOD, my doom I bear, Hard toiling for imbitter'd bread, my With curfed thorns and briers. 2 Death's fentence in myfelf receive, 3 But JESUS hath my fentence borne, 6 Thy holy nature, LORD! impart ; I HYMN 31. LONGING AFTER GOD. GE Reat GoD! indulge my humble claim; Be thou my joy, my hope, my reft; The glories that compofe thy name, Stand all engag'd to make me blest! 2 Thou great and good, thou just and wife, Be thou my Father, and my God! And make me thine by facred ties, Thy son, thy fervant bought with blood. 3 With heart and eyes, and lifted hands, For thee I long, to thee I look; As trav❜lers do in thirty lands Pant for the cooling water-brook. 4 O may thy love infpire my tongue, Salvation fhall be all my fong; And all my pow'rs fhall join to blefs The LORD myftrength and righteousness. HYMN I GOD 32. THE POOR SINNER. OD of my falvation, hear, Simply do I now draw near, Full of guilt, alas! I am, But to thy wounds for refuge flee; For I, thou know'st, am poor; I And let me lofe myfelf in thee; HYMN 33. THE SAME. JESU, friend of finners, hear, JESU Yet once again, I pray ; From my debt of fin fet clear, 6 Thy holy nature, LORD! impart; Come quickly from above; I Write thy new name upon my heart, HYMN 31. LONGING AFTER GOD. Great GOD! indulge my humble claim; Be thou my joy, my hope, my reft; The glories that compofe thy name, Stand all engag'd to make me bleft! 2 Thou great and good, thou just and wise, Be thou my Father, and my GOD! And make me thine by facred ties, Thy son, thy fervant bought with blood. 3 With heart and eyes, and lifted hands, For thee I long, to thee I look; As trav❜lers do in thirsty lands Pant for the cooling water-brook. 4 O may thy love infpire my tongue, Salvation fhall be all my fong; And all my pow'rs fhall join to blefs The LORD myftrength and righteousness. HYMN I 32. THE POOR SINNER. GOD of my. falvation, hear, And help me to believe Simply do I now draw near, |