HYMN 91 A PRAYER FOR GRACE AHI LORD, how faithless is my heart, 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 HYMN 92. CREATION AND REDEMPTION, G 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, 4 When funs & moons fhall fhine no more. 5 He fent his Son with pow'r to fave 6 Thro' this vain world he guides our feet, When this vain world fhall be no more. I SAV HYMN 93. AN HAPPY MOMENT. AVIOUR, I do feel thy merit, Whilft in thy dear arins I lie; 3 Now our Advocate is pleading 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 ; Till he a fpotlefs victim fell, 2 On the cold ground methinks I fee Seiz'd with a chilly fweat throughout, 3 A pricking thorn his temples bore, 4 Thus up the hill he painful came, At length his cross they rear; 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, 6 Shout, brethren, fhout in fongs divine; I Thou tender loving JESUS, 2 Here for ever let us enter, Scatter ev'ry gath'ring cloud; |