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49. C. M. WATTS, altered.

The Faithfulness of God in his Word.

May my fong for ever shew

The mercies of the Lord;

And may fucceeding ages know,
How faithful is his word.

The facred truths his lips pronounce
Shall firm as heav'n endure;
And, if he speaks a promise once,
Th' eternal grace is fure.

How long the race of David held
The Ifraelitish throne!

But there's a nobler cov'nant feal'd
To David's greater Son.

His feed for ever shall poffefs
A throne above. the skies;
The meaneft fubject of his grace
Shall to that glory rise.

His promise he will ne'er revoke,
But keep his grace in mind;
And what Eternal Love hath fpoke,
Eternal Truth fhall bind.

Great God of hofts, thy wond'rous ways
Are fung by faints above:

And faints on earth their honors raise
To thy unchanging love.


50. L. M.


WATTS, altered.

HE law declares, and makes us know
What debt immenfe to God we owe;

But in the gospel we may fee,

How God hath fet the debtor free.

The law discovers guilt and fin;

And fhews how vile our hearts have been;
Only the gospel can exprefs

God's mercy, love and righteousness.

What curfes does the law denounce
Against the man who fins but once :
But in the gospel Chrift appears,
Pard'ning the guilt of num'rous years.
The vileft finner out of hell,
That can his cafe to Jefus tell,
Shall find relief thro' his dear blood,
And pardon from a gracious God.-

My foul, no more attempt to draw
Thy life or comfort from the law:
All joy and peace the gospel gives :
Happy the finner who believes.

Go, you

51. L. M.


that reft upon the Law,
And madly feek falvation there :

Look to the flames that Mofes faw!
And shrink, and tremble, and despair.

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But I'll retire beneath the Cross;
Saviour, at thy dear feet I lie:
And the keen fword that juftice draws,
Flaming and red, fhall pass me by.

52. C. M.



Sinai and Sion.

TOT to the terrors of the Lord, The tempeft, fire and smoke; Not to the thunder of that word Which God on Sinai spoke;

But we are come to Sion's hill,
The city of our God,

Where milder words declare his will,
And spread his love abroad.

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Behold th' innumerable hoft

Of angels cloth'd in light!
Behold the fpirits of the juft,
Whose faith is turn'd to fight!
Behold the blefs'd affembly there,
Whose names are writ in heav'n !
And God, the judge of all declares
Their vileft fins forgiv'n.

The faints on earth, and all the dead
But one communion make,
All join in Chrift their living head,
And of his grace partake.

In fuch fociety as this

My weary foul would reft:

The man that dwells where Jefus is,
Muft be for ever bleft.

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But ye are come unto Mount Zion, &c.

OT to Sinai's dreadful blaze;

But to Zion's throne of grace;

By a way mark'd out with blood,
Sinners now approach to God.
Not to hear the fiery law;
But with humble joy to draw
Water, by that well fupply'd,
Jefus open'd when he dy d.

Lord, there are no ftreams but thine,
Can affuage a thirst like mine!
"Tis a thirst thyself didft give,
Let me therefore drink and live.

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IS not the law of ten commands

"T! On holy Sinai giv'n,

And fent to men by Mofes' hands,
Can bring a foul to heav`n:

'Tis not the blood that Aaron spilt,
Nor fmoke of sweetest smell,
That can remove a finner's guilt,
Or fave his foul from hell.

Aaron the priest, refigns his breath
At God's immediate will;
And in the defert yields to death
On the appointed hill.

And thus, on Jordan's yonder side,
The tribes of Ifrael stand,
While Mofes bow'd his head, and died,
Short of the promis'd land.

Ifrael, rejoice! for Joshua leads;
He'll bring the tribes to reft:
So far the Savior's name exceeds
The ruler and the priest.

55. .C. M.

HART, altered.

For as many as are of the Works of the Law, are under the Curfe.

Ho fee what none e'er saw-
OW can ye hope deluded fouls,

To see

Salvation by the works obtain'd
Of Sinai's fiery law?

It fin reveals, it worketh wrath,
But can no mercy fhow :
All breakers of this law are curs'd,
And that in justice too.

This curfe pertains to those who break
One precept, e'er so small :

And where's the man, in thought or deed,
That has not broken all?

Fly then, awaken'd finners, fly,
Your cafe admits no ftay;
The fountain's open'd now for fin,
Come wash your guilt away.

See how from Jesus' wounded fide,
The water flows and blood;

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