-189. L. M. Altered by TOPLADY. Chrift our Strength. ET me but hear my Savior fay, Then I rejoice in deep diftrefs, I glory in infirmity, That Chrift's own pow'r may rest on me : How fhine thofe hands, which on the tree, Tho once he bow'd his feeble knees, Jefus, thou everlasting King, 190. Sevens. BRADFORD'S Col. The good Shepherd. ESUS, Shepherd of the sheep, Jo, thy Pock doft feed and keep; Sweetest pasture doft prepare, Watcheft them with tender care : Thou know'ft them, and they know thee, 191. C. M. HIGINBOTHOM. Another. O thee, my fhepherd and my Lord, A grateful fong I'll raise; O let the meaneft of thy flock Vain the attempt! what tongue can speak Do juftice to fo vaft a theme, And praise a love like thine! Love, that could bring thy willing feet My life, my joy, my hope, I owe Ten thousand, thousand comforts here, To thee my trembling spirit flies, Nay, fhould I walk through death's dark vale, Thy rod would guide my doubtful steps, And guard my drooping head. Lead on, dear Shepherd! led by thee No evil I fhall fear; Soon I fhall reach thy fold above, And praise thee better there. 192. S. M. WATTS'S H. Chrift our Sacrifice.* all the blood of beasts On Jewish altars flain, NOT Could give the guilty confcience peace, Or wash away the ftain. But Chrift, the heav'nly Lamb, To fee the curse remove; We blefs the Lamb with cheerful voice, And fing his bleeding love. 193. L. M. WATTS, altered. Chrift our Wisdom, Righteousness &c. B URY'D in fhadows of the night We lie. 'till Jefus gives us light: Wifdom defcends to heal the blind, And chace the darkness of the mind. * See alfo 425. Our guilty fouls are drown'd in tears, 'Till the atoning blood appears : Then we awake from deep diftress, And fing the Lord our righteousness. Jefus beholds where fatan reigns, Binding his flaves in heavy chains: Grace fets the pris'ners free and breaks The iron bondage from their necks. Poor helpless worms in Chrift poffefs Wisdom, and pow'r and righteousness: Thou art our mighty All; may we Give our whole felves, O Lord, to thee! 194. S. M. HART. Offices and Character of Chrift. NHRIST is th' eternal Rock, CH On which his church is built; He is the Son to free ; Our Prieft that pray'd, aton'd and bled, |