Exult my foul; thy fafety ftands
Unfhaken as his throne:
His people's everlasting life
Is founded on his own.
Pleading the Promife, &c.
GOD of grace, of love immense,
flow free thy favours to difpenfe!
I to thy mercy-feat repair,
Since thou haft faid, "I'll meet thee there."
Thy promise is a firm decree,
'Tis made to finners vile as me :
Nor unbelief by hell employ'd,
Shall make thy promise null and void.
Thou feeft my foul by fin oppreft,
O come, and give the weary rest!
My base backflidings kindly heal,
Apply the balm, thy love reveal!
O take away the heart of ftone,
Thou know'ft how oft it makes me groan;
Give me a heart of flesh, my Lord,
Remember thine own facred word.
Should I go mourning to the grave,
'Twere juft; yet Lord from darkness fave :
Doth not thy tender word exprefs,
"I will not leave you comfortless ?"
Burft through the clouds, O fource of light,
Let joy fucceed the weeping night!
Thy beams fhall make my defart grow,
The fruit appear, the fpices flow.
What thou haft promis'd Limplore, * *!
Supplies from thy exhauftlefs ftore
O righteous Father, juft and true,
Give me both grace and glory too. 7
THE INCARNATION, LIFE, SUFFERINGS, DEATH, RESURRECTION, ASCENSION, AND EXALTATION OF CHRIST
SEVENS TURNER.
OLY wonder, heav'nly grace,
H Cone, inpire our bumble lays,
Ho
While the Savior's love we fing,............
Whence our hopes and comforts fpring.
Man, involv'd in guilt and woe,
Touch'd his tender bosom so,
That, when juftice death demands,
Forth the great Deliv'rer ftands;
Cries to God, "Thy mercy fhew,
"Lo! I conie thy will to do
"I the facrifice will be,
"Death fhall plunge his dart in me.
Tho' the form of God he bore,
Great in glory, great in pow'r,
See him in our fleth array'd,
Lower than his angels made.
He that heav'n itfelf poffefs'd,
Now an infant at the breast!
Angels from the world above,
See and fing th' amazing love!
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Thro' the fhining hours of day,
Toil and danger mark his way;
Lonely mounts, and chilling air,
Witness oft his midnight pray'r.
Now the heav'nly Lover dies!
Darkness vails the mid-day skies!
Angels round the bloody tree,
Throng and gaze in ecstacy!
Powers unseen earth's bofom heave,
Rocks and tombs afunder cleave;
While the Temple's rending vail
Tells the prieft the awful tale.
But, the third day's dawning come,
Lo! the Savior leaves the tomb !
Reafcends his native sky,
Where he lives no more to die.
On his crofs he builds his throne,
Whence he makes his glories known,
Sends his Spirit down to give,
Dying finners grace to live.
115. L. M. WATTS'S H.
Types and Prophecies of Chrift.
EHOLD the woman's promis'd Seed! Behold the great Melliah come! Behold the prophets all agreed To give him the fuperior room! Abra'm, the faint, rejoic'd of old, When vifions of the Lord he faw; Mofes, the Man of God, foretold This great fulfiller of his law.
The types bore witness to his name,
Obtain'd their chief defign, and ceas'd :
The incenfe, and the bleeding lamb,
The ark, the altar, and the priest.
Predictions in abundance meet
To join their bleffings on his head :
Jefus, we worship at thy feet,
And nations own the promis'd feed.
The Harbinger of Chrift.
VOICE the lonely defart chears,
A Prepare the way, your God appears;
The cry reverberates around;
The vocal hills repeat the found.
Ye lofty cedars homage pay;
Ye floods be still, ye rocks give way;
Ye mountains fink, ye forefts bend;
Ye angels fee your God defcend.
Let devils fee, let men adore ;
Let tidings fpread from fhore to thore;
Jehovah, deigns on earth to dwell,
Amongst the heirs of death and hell.
His matchless glories he conceals,
And but his boundless love reveals;
He wraps his God-head in our clay,
And comes to take our guilt away.
When he affumes a human form,
He meekly calls himfelf a worm;
Hark how his founding bowels roll !
Our griefs opprefs his holy foul.
Sinners, your fuff'ring Lord adore,
He fweats, he bleeds thro' ev'ry pore;
The wond'rous scene of love admire,
And fee him on the crofs expire.'
With melting hearts, to him apply;
Believe, and you fhall never die :
Your fouls, your all to Jefus give;
For he has bled that ye might live.
ING to the Lord, ye diftant lands,
Se tribes of ev'ry tongue :
His new discover'd grace demands
A new and noble fong.
Say to the nations, Jefus reigns,
God's own Almighty Son;
His pow'r the finking world fuftains,
And grace furrounds his throne.
Let heav'n proclaim the joyful day,
Joy thro' the earth be feen;
Let cities fhine in bright array,
And fields in cheerful green.
Let an unusual joy furprise
The islands of the fea :
Ye mountains. fink, ye vallies rise,
Prepare the Lord his way.
Behold he comes! he comes to bless
The nations as their God;
To fhew the world his righteousness, Aud fend his truth abroad.
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