4 I fee him fweat great drops of blood,
1 fee him faint beneath my load!
The thorns his temples tear:

He bows his bleeding head and dies!
He lives! he mounts above the skies!
He claims my Eden there!

HYMN 29.

THE EXCELLENCY OF THE SCRIPTURES.

1 What endlefs glory fhines?
FA
ATHER of mercies, in thy word

For ever be thy name ador'd,

For these celeftial lines.

2 Here the fair tree of knowledge grows,
And yields a free repast;
Sublimer fweets than nature khows,
Invite the longing taste.

3 Here fprings of confolation rise,
To chear the fainting mind;
And thirty fouls receive fupplies,
And sweet refreshment find.

4 When guilt and terror, pain and grief,
United rend the heart;
Here finners meet divine relief,
And cool the raging smart.

5 Here the Redeemer's welcome voice
Spreads heav'nly peace around;
And life, and everlasting joys! "A
and
Attend the blifsful found,

5 Speak, and the deaf fhall hear thy voice, The blind his fight receive,

The dumb in fongs of praife rejoice,
The heart of ftone believe.

6 The Ethiop then fhall change his skin,
The dead fhall feel thy pow'r;
The lothefome leper fhall be clean,
And I fhall fin abhor.

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SPIRITUAL BARREN NESS.

MOST righteous GOD, my doom I bear,
My load of guilt, my pain and care,
Inflav'd to bafe defires;

Hard toiling for imbitter'd bread,
I mourn barren foul o'erfpread

my

With curfed thorns and briers.

2 Death's fentence in myfelf receive,
And duft to duft already cleave,
Exil'd from Paradife
Haft'ning to hellish misery,
JESUS, if unredeem'd by thee,
My foul for ever dies!

3 But JESUS hath my fentence borne,
He did in my affliction mourn,
A man of forrows made
A fervant and a curfe for me,
He bore the utmost penalty,
He fuffer'd in my ftead.

6 Thy holy nature, LORD! impart ;
Come quickly from above;
Write thy new name upon my heart,
Thy new best name of love.

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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

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GOD

32.

THE POOR SINNER.

OD of my falvation, hear,
And help me to believe;

Simply do I now draw near,
Thy bleffing to receive:

Full of guilt, alas! I am,

But to thy wounds for refuge flee;
Friend of finners, fpotlefs Lamb,
Thy blood was shed for me.
2 Nothing have I, LORD, to pay,
Nor can thy grace procure;
Empty fend me not away,

For I, thou know'st, am poor;
Duft and ashes is my name,
My all is fin and mifery :
Friend of finners, spotlefs Lamb,
Thy blood was fhed for me..
3 Without money, without price,
I come thy love to buy;
From myself I turn my eyes,
The chief of finners, I:
Take, O take me, as I am,,

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And let me lofe myfelf in thee;
Friend of finners, fpotlefs Lamb,
Thy blood was fhed for me.

HYMN

33.

THE SAME.

JESU, friend of finners, hear,

JESU Yet once again, I pray ;

From my debt of fin fet clear,
For I have nought to pay.
Speak, O fpeak the kind releafe;
A poor backfliding foul restore;
Love me freely, feal my peace,
And bid me fin no more.

6 Thy holy nature, LORD! impart; Come quickly from above;

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Write thy new name upon my heart,
Thy new best name of love.

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

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32.

THE POOR SINNER.

GOD of my. falvation, hear,

And help me to believe

Simply do I now draw near,
Thy bleffing to receive: