HYMN 246.

THE SAINTS DELIVERANCE AT DEATH. R E V. xxi. 4.

I CHRIST's own foft hand shall wipe the

tears

From ev'ry weeping eye;

And pains, and groans, and griefs, and fears,

And death itself fhall die.

2 How long, dear Saviour, O how long,
Shall this bright hour delay ?
Fly swiftly round, ye wheels of time,
And bring the welcome day.

HYMN

247.

THE SAINT'S SAFETY IN GOD.

I

HE that has made his refuge GOD,

Shall find a moft fecure abode ;
Shall walk all day beneath his fhade,
And there at night shall reft his head.

2 Thrice happy man, thy maker's care Shall keep thee from the fowler's snare ; Satan the fowler, who betrays Unguarded fouls a thousand ways.

3

3 What tho' a thousand at thy fide,
At thy right hand a thousand dy'd,
Thy GoD his chofen people faves
Amongst the dead, amidst the graves,

HY M N 248.

THE HEART DEVOTED TO GOD.

T:

MY Y GOD, my King, thy various praise Shall fill the remnant of my days; Thy grace employ my humble tongue, Till death and glory raise the fong. 2 The wings of ev'ry hour shall bear Some thankful tribute to thine ear; And ev'ry fetting fun fhall fee New works of duty done for thee.

I

3 But who can speak thy wond'rous deeds?
Thy greatness all our thoughts exceeds;
Vaft and unfearchable thy ways,
Vast and immortal be thy praise.

HYMN 249.

THE EVERLASTING

COVENANT.

2 SA M. xxiii. 5.

I THY
'HY word, O GOD, fupports my faith,
From thence my hope doth fpring;
Founded alone on what God faith,
My foul, adore and fing.

2 Thy word is truth, thy promife fure,
Hence faith and hope abide:
My foul in fafety shall endure;
Nought can from CHRIST divide.

HY M N 250. TO THE TRINITY.

BLefs'd be the FATHER, and his love,

To whose celeftial fource we owe
Rivers of endless joy above,

And rills of comfort here below.

I

2 Glory to thee, great Son of God,
From whose dear wounded body rolls
A precious ftream of vital blood,
Pardon and life for dying fouls.

3 We give thee, SACRED SPIRIT, praise, Who in our hearts of fin and woe Mak'ft living fprings of grace arise, And into endless glory flow.

HYMN 251.

COMFORT FOR

MOURNERS.

I WHERE
WHERE are the mourners, fays the
LORD,

That wait and tremble at my word?
That walk in darkness all the day?
Come make my name your truft and stay.

2 The fofteft couch that nature knows, Can give the confcience no repose: Look to my righteousness and live; Comfort and peace are mine to give.

HYMN 252.

GROWTH IN GRACE.

LORD, 'tis a pleasant thing to ftand
In gardens planted by thy hand ;
Let me within thy courts be feen,
Like a young cedar fresh and green.

2 There grow thy faints in faith and love,
Bleft with thy influence from above;
Time, that does all things elfe impair,
Still makes them flourish strong and fair.

3

Laden with fruits of age, they shew
The LORD is holy, juft and true:
None that attend his gates, fhall find
A GOD unfaithful, or unkind.

ΗΥΜΝ

253.

FREE GRACE.

I WHY

HY was I made to hear thy voice, And enter while there's room; When thousands make a wretched choice, And rather starve than come?

2 'Twas the fame love that made the feast, That fweetly forc'd us in;

Elfe we had still refus'd to tafte,
And perish'd in our fin.

I

HYMN 254

COMPLEATNESS IN CHRIST.

HA

AD I ten thousand gifts befide,
I'd cleave to JESUS crucify'd,
And build on him alone:

For no foundation is there giv'n
On which I'd place my hopes of heav'n,
But CHRIST the corner-ftone.

2 Poffeffing CHRIST, I all poffefs;
Wifdom, and strength, and righteoufnefs,
And fanctity complete :
Bold in his name I dare draw nigh,
Before the ruler of the sky,
And all his juftice meet.

HYMN 255.

How ftrange is the courfe that a chrif

tian muft fteer?

THE PARADOX,

How perplext is the path he muft treade The hope of his happiness rifes from fear,

And his life he receives from the dead.