O thou gracious, wife, and juft,
In thy hands my life 1 truft:
Have I fomewhat dearer ftill?
I refign it to thy will.
May I always own thy hand-
Still to the furrender ftand :
Know that thou art God alone,
I and mine are all thy own.
Thee, at all times, may I blefs;
Having thee, I all possess :
How can I bereaved be,
Since I cannot part with thee.
67. 8. 7. WHITEFIELD'S Col. altered.
OVE divine, all love excelling,
LoJoy a to earth come down I
Fix in us thy humble dwelling,
All thy faithful mercies crown :
Jefus, thou art all compaffion,
Pure, unbounded love thou art;
Vifit us with thy falvation,
Enter ev'ry trembling heart!
Breathe! O breathe thy loving Spirit
Into ev'ry troubled breast!
Let us all in thee inherit
Peace, and joy, and holy reft:
Take away the love of finning,
Alpha and Omega be,
End of faith, as its beginning,
Set our fouls at liberty.
Come! Almighty to deliver
Let us life and pow'r receive!
Come, poffefs our hearts, and never,
Never more thy temples leave!
Thee we would be always blessing,
Serve thee as thine hofts above,
Blefs and praise thee, without ceafing,
Glory in thy precious love.
Carry on thy new creation,
Happy, holy may we be!
Let us fee our whole falvation
Perfectly fecur'd by thee:
Chang'd from glory into glory,
'Till in heav'n we take our place; 'Till we caft our crowns before thee, Loft in wonder, love, and praife!
68. C. M. Altered by TOPLADY.
Unchangeable Love.
UR God, how firm his promise stands,
E'en when he hides his face!
He trufts in our Redeemer's hands,
His glory and his grace.
Then why, my foul, these fad complaints,
Since Chrift and we are one?
Thy God is faithful to his faints,
Is faithful to his Son.
Beneath his fmiles my heart bath liv'd,
And part of heav'n poffefs'd;
I thank him for the grace receiv'd,
And truft him for the rest.
Jefus, my God, I know his name ;
His name is all my truft:
He will not put my foul to shame,
Nor let my hope be loft.
Firm as his throne, his promife ftands;
And he can well fecure
What I've committed to his hands,
'Till the decifive hour.
Then will he own my worthless name
Before his Father's face;
And in the new Jerufalem
Affign my foul a place.
RACE! 'tis a charming found,
Harmonious to the ear:
Heav'n with the echo fhall refound,
And all the earth fhall hear.
Twas grace that wrote my name,
In God's eternal Book:
'Twas grace that gave me to the Lamb,
Who all my forrows took.
Grace taught my foul to pray,
And made my eyes o'erflow:
'Twas grace which kept me to this day,
And will not let me go.
"Tis from abounding grace,
I daily draw fupplies;
Grace is the never-ceafing fpring
Of all my fwelling joys.
And when I meet my Lord,
And join the glorious throng,
Grace fhall conftrain my foul to fing,
And grace fhall be my fong.
The Covenant of Grace: or, the true David.
OR ever may my fong record
The truth and mercy of the Lord; Mercy and truth for ever ftand, Like heav'n, establish'd by his band. Thus to his Son he sware and faid, "With thee my cov'nant firft was made; "In thee fhall dying finners live,
Glory and grace are thine to give.
"Be thou my prophet, thou my prieft; Thy children fhall be ever bleft;
Thou art my chofen King: thy throne
"Shall ftand eternal like my own.
"There's none of all my fons above
"So much my image or my love;
"Celeftial pow'rs thy fubjects are;
"Then what can earth to thee compare?
"David my fervant, whom I chofe
"To guard my flocks, to crush my foes,
"And rais'd him to the Jewish throne,
"Was but a fhadow of my Son."
Now let the Church rejoice and fing,
Jefus her Savior, and her King:
Angels his heav'nly wonders fhow,
And faints declare his works below.
God's Covenant unchangeable; or, the Rainbow round about the Throne.
UPREME of Beings, with delight
Our eyes furvey you heav'nly fight;
And trace with admiration sweet
The beaming fplendors of thy feet.
Jafper and fapphire ftrive in vain
To paint the glories of thy train ;
Thy robes all stream eternal light,
Too pow'rful for a cherub's fight.
Yet round thy throne the rainbow shines ;
Fair emblem of thy kind defigns;
Bright pledge, that speaks thy cov'nant fure
Long as thy kingdom fhall endure.
No more fhall deluges of woe
Thy new-created world o'erflow;
Jefus, our Sun, his beams displays,
And gilds the clouds with beauteous rays.
No gems so bright, no forms so fair
Mercy and truth ftill triumph there;
Thy faints fhall blefs the peaceful fign,
When stars and funs forget to fhine.
E'en here, while ftorms and gloomy shade,
And horrors all the scene o'erspread,
Faith views the throne with piercing eye,
And boasts the rainbow ftill is nigh.
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