HYMN 91

A PRAYER FOR GRACE

AHI LORD, how faithless is my heart,
How very apt from thee to ftray!

Juft like a broken bow I start,

And nature strives to bear the fway: Was ever one fo vile, fo bleft! So foul, yet by the Lamb carefs'd ! 2 Forbid, O LORD, each vain defire,

And bind my paffions to thy crofs; Quench all the sparks of nature's fire, And bid me count my gain but lofs: LORD JESUS, tear eh idol down,a And 'stablish in my cart thy throne. 3 O let thy grace wipe off my tears, And fpeak the tempeft to a calm: O warm my heart, and charm my fears, Be thou a never-failing balm; The maladies of fin remove,

And fill my foul with heav'nly love.

4 Henceforth I'd ferve thee, if thou'lt pleafe
To gird me with an heav'nly pow'r;
I'd fing the glories of thy grace.
Till all my pilgrimage be o'er :
With hallow'd fire infpire my tongue,
And love fhall be my endless fong,

HYMN 92.

CREATION AND REDEMPTION,

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IVE to our GoD immortal praise ! Mercy and truth are all his ways; Wonders of grace to God belong, Repeat his mercies in your fong.

2 Give to the LORD of lords renown, The KING of kings with glory crown; His mercies ever fhall endure,

When lords & kings are known no more. 3 He built the earth, he fpread the sky, And fixt the starry lights on high: Wonders of grace to GoD belong, Repeat his mercies in your fong. He fills the fun with morning light, He bids the moon direct the night: His mercies ever fhall endure,

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When funs & moons fhall fhine no more.

5 He fent his Son with pow'r to fave
From guilt, and darkness, and the grave :
Wonders of grace to God belong,
Repeat his mercies in your fong.

6 Thro' this vain world he guides our feet,
And leads us to his heav'nly feat i
His mercies ever fhall endure,

When this vain world fhall be no more.

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SAV

HYMN 93.

AN HAPPY MOMENT.

AVIOUR, I do feel thy merit,
Sprinkled with redeeming blood;
And my weary, troubled spirit
Now finds reft in thee, my Gon:
I am fafe, and I am happy,

Whilft in thy dear arins I lie;
Sin and Satan cannot hurt me,
Whilft the Saviour is so nigh.
2. Now I'll fing of JEsu's merit,
Tell the world of his dear name;
That if any want his Spirit,
He is ftill the very fame:
He that afketh, foon receiyeth,
He that feeks, is fure to find;
Come, for whofoe'er believeth,
He will never caft behind.

3 Now our Advocate is pleading
With his Father and our GOD;
Now for us he's interceding,

As the purchase of his blood : Now methinks I hear him praying,

Father, fave them, I have dy'd;"

And the Father, answers, saying,

They are freely justify'd."

HYMN 94.

1 Throughout the Saviour's life we trace Nothing but fhame and deep difgrace, No period elfe is seen

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Till he a fpotlefs victim fell,
Tafting in foul a painful hell,
Caus'd by the creatures fin.

2 On the cold ground methinks I fee
My JESUS kneel, and pray for me;
For this I him adore:

Seiz'd with a chilly fweat throughout,
Blood-drops did force their paffage out,
Thro ev'ry open'd pore.

3 A pricking thorn his temples bore,
His back with lafhes all was tore,
Till one the bones might fee;
Mocking they push'd him here and there,
Marking his way with blood and tear,
Prefs'd by the heavy tree.

4 Thus up the hill he painful came,
Round him they mock, and make their
game;

At length his cross they rear;
And can you fee the mighty GoD
Cry out beneath fin's heavy load,
Without one thankful tear?

5 Thus veiled in humanity,

He dies in anguifh on the tree;

What tongue his griefs can tell?

The fhudd'ring rocks their heads recline,
The mourning fun refus'd to shine,
When the Creator fell.

6 Shout, brethren, fhout in fongs divine;
He drank the gall to give us wine
To quench our parching thirst:
Seraphs advance your voices higher,
Bride of the Lamb, unite the choir,
And laud thy precious CHRIST.

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Thou tender loving JESUS,
Now thy faving grace impart;
From the world and Satan fave us,
Save us from our evil heart:
Throw thine arms in mercy open;
Bid, O bid us, JESUS come;
Let our flinty hearts be broken,
Falling on the corner-ftone.

2 Here for ever let us enter,
Steady, tho' affail'd by fin;
Forward may we ftoutly venture,
Till eternal life we win:
Banish ev'ry reas'ning fcruple,

Scatter ev'ry gath'ring cloud;
Our poor hearts, O JESUS, fprinkle,
Sprinkle with thy precious blood.