Chrift the Captain of bis People. OES full of might and malice ftand Fo Lord, take thy conqu❜ring fword in hand; And as the fight will day by day Lord, drive thy people's foes away, And when the war is o'er they'll fing 162. C. M. PEACOCK, altered. BE EHOLD the mighty Savior comes A crimson vefture he affumes; From Bozrah, glorious he appears : Why thus array'd almighty God, With garments dy'd in ftreams of blood, "The wine-prefs I myself have trod; When none around the throne could bear The veng'ance of a God; Then did the Son of Man appear In garments dipt in blood.Alone he flood, alone he fell," Alone the Conqu❜ror rofe, Alone he burft the bars of hell, And trampled on his foes." CH 163. C. M. Chrift the fure Foundation. NHRIST is the fure Foundation-Stone, To build our heav'nly hopes upon, Chofen of God, to finners dear, And faints adore his name; The fcribe, the pharifee, and priest, Yet on this Rock the church fhall reft, What tho' the gates of hell withfood, 'Tis thine own work, Almighty God, And wond'rous in our eyes. 164. L. M. MEDLEY, altered. Chrift the Foundation-The Rock, &c. A LL ye to whom the Savior's dear, In fongs of love and praise draw near; Let ev'ry cheerful paffion wake, While on your tongues his name you take. On him, alone, his church is built, In the eternal plan of grace He undertook our wretched cafe, He is the rock believers have, In vain combined hofts affail, Nor force, nor fraud, the building fhock, [Spiritual David, fee 70.], To Jefus let our fongs abound, TH HERE is a fountain fill'd with blood, And finners plung'd beneath that flood, The dying thief rejoic'd to fee That fountain in his day; Dear dying Lamb, thy precious blood Whene'er, by faith, I view the ftream But when this lifping ftamm'ring tongue, Lord, I believe thou haft prepar'd For me a blood-bought free reward, 'Tis ftrung and tun'd for endless years, [Chrift a Friend, fee 127.] 166. C. M. JES WATTS'S H. Chrift our High Prieft. ESUS, in thee our eyes behold Than the rich gems and polish'd gold The fons of Aaron wore. They firft their own burnt off rings brought Once in the circuit of a year, With blood, but not his own, But Chrift, by his own pow'rful blood, And, in the presence of our God, Shews his own facrifice. Jefus, the King of glory, reigns Looks like a lamb that once was flain, |