Let all obedient fouls Their grateful tribute bring; Submit to Jefus' righteous rules; And bow before their King: Our Prophet Chrift expounds Our heav'nly Father's will; This good Phyfician cures our wounds With tenderness and skill.

When fin had fadly made
Twixt wrath and mercy, ftrife,
Our dear Redeemer freely paid
Our ranfom with his life:
Faith gives the full releafe;
Our Surety for us stood
The Mediator made the peace,
And fign'd it with his blood.

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Soldiers, your Captain own; Domestics, serve your Lord; Sinners, the Savior's love make known; Saints, hymn th' incarnate Word; The Witness fure and true, Of God's good will to men; Th' Alpha and th' Omega too; The First and Laft, Amen.

Poor pilgrims fhall not ftray, Who frighted flee from wrath : A bleeding Jefus is the Way; And blood tracks all the path:

Chriftians in Chrift obtain The Truth that can't deceive; And never fhall they die again, Who in the Life believe.

195. As the 148th.

JOIN

Another.

WATTS, altered.

OIN all the glorious names
Of wisdom, love, and pow'r,

That mortals ever knew,

That angels ever bore:

All are too mean to speak his worth,
Too mean to fet the Savior forth.

Lo! what endearing words,

What condefcending ways,
Doth our Redeemer ufe

To teach his heav'nly grace!
My foul, with joy and wonder fee
What forms of love he bears for thee.

Great Prophet of our God,

Our tongues would bless thy name: By thee the joyful news

Of our falvation came;

The joyful news of fins forgiv'n,

Of hell fubdu'd, and peace with heav'n.

Jefus, our great High Priest,
Offer'd his blood and dy'd;

Ler guilty finners seek

No facrifice befide;

His pow'rful blood did once atone,
And now it pleads before the throne.

Thou dear almighty Lord,
Our Conqu'ror and our King,
Thy fceptre and thy fword,
Thy reigning grace we fing:
Thine is the pow'r: O may we fit
In willing bonds beneath thy feet!

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196. As the 148th.

Another.

RRAY'd in mortal flesh,
Our lovely Jefus ftands,

And holds the promises

And pardons in his hands; Commiffion'd from his Father's throne, To make his grace to mortals known.

Be thou our Counsellor,

Our Pattern, and our Guide;
And thro' this defert land

Still keep us near thy fide.
O, let our feet ne'er run aftray,
But follow thee the living way.
Sweet is the Shepherd's voice,
Whose watchful eye doth keep,
Poor wand'ring fouls, among

The thousands of his sheep:

He feeds his flock, he calls their names; His bofom bears the tender lambs

To this dear Surety's hands,

My foul, commend thy caufe;

He anfwers and fulfils

His Father's broken laws :

Believing fouls now free are set,
For Chrift hath paid their dreadful debt.

GRACES OF THE HOLY SPIRIT.

Our Advocate appears

For our defence on high;
The Father bows his ears,

And lays his thunder by:

Not all that hell or fin can fay,
Shall turn his heart, his love away.

Then let us all arise,

And tread the tempter down:
Our Captain leads us forth,
To conqueft and a crown:

A feeble faint fhall win the day,
Tho' death and hell obftruct the way.

THE INFLUENCES AND GRACES OF

THE HOLY SPIRIT.

197. L. M.

WATTS'S H.

The Effufion of the Spirit, &c.

NREAT was the day, the joy was great,

G When the divine difciples met:

Whilft on their heads the Spirit came,
And fat like tongues of cloven flame.
What gifts, what miracles he gave !
And pow'r to kill, and pow'r to fave!
Furnish'd their tongues with wond'rous words,
Instead of shields and spears and swords.

Thus arm'd, he fent the champions forth,
From east to weft, from fouth to north:

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Go, and affert your Savior's caufe;

"Go spread the myft'ry of his crofs."

These weapons of the holy war,
Of what almighty force they are
To make our stubborn passions bow,
And lay the proudest rebel low!
Nations, the learned and the rude,
Are by these heav'nly arms fubdu'd;
While Satan rages at the lofs,

And hates the doctrine of the cross.
Great King of grace! my heart fubdue :
I would be led in triumph too,

A willing captive to my Lord,
And fing the vict'ries of his word.

A Prayer to the Holy Spirit.

NOME, holy Spirit, come;
Let thy bright beams arife:

Difpel the forrow from our minds,
The darkness from our eyes.

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Chear our defponding hearts,
With visitations sweet :

Give us to lie with humble hope,
At our Redeemer's feet.

Revive our drooping faith,

Our doubts and fears remove; And kindle in our breaft the flame Of never-dying love.

Convince us of our fin,

Then lead to Jesus' blood:

And to our wond'ring view reveal

The fecret love of God..