80. C. M. WATTS'S H. Párdon. WHY does your face, ye humble fouls, WH What doubts are these that waste your faith, And nourish your despair? What tho' your num'rous fins exceed The ftars that fill the skies, And aiming at th' eternal throne, 107 What though your mighty guilt beyond The wide creation fwell, And has its curs'd foundations laid Low as the deeps of hell. See here an endless ocean flows าง It rifes high, and drowns the hills, Our fins can ne'er be found.' Awake, our hearts, adore the grace, And pard'ning blood, that fwells above 81. C. M. WATTS'S H. Salvation. ALVATION! oh, the joyful found the "Tis mufic to our ears SAL A fov'reign balm for ev'ty wound,... Bury'd in forrow and in fin, But we are rais'd by grace divine i el Salvation! let the echo fly....Mineb nie The fpacious earth around; While all the armies of the sky Confpire to raise the found. 82. C. M. MIDDLETON'S Col. SA Salvation Finished. ALVATION thro' our dying Lord, He paid whate'er his people ow'd, And cancell'd all their debt. Salvation finifl'd! charming found! Salvation, to fweet harps of gold, 83 TL. M. TOPLADY. IS Finish'd Another. The Melliah dies, Cut off for fin, but not his own! Accomplish'd is the facrifice, The great redeeming work is done. Finish'd, the first tranfgreffion is,bana And purg'd the guilt of actual fin; And everlasting righteoufnefs Is brought, for all his people in. Sin, death, and hell are now subdu’d, ESUS is our great falvation; He has faved his fav`rite nation; He has fav'd us, Chrift alone could us redeem. When involv'd in fin and ruin, And no helper there was found; Jefus our diftress was viewing'; Grace did more than fin abound: He has call'd us, With falvation in the found.' Save us from a mere profeffion, None compar'd with this can be. Let us never, Lord, forget thee ! Make us walk as pilgrims here: May we give thee all the glory Óf the love that brought us near: Bid us praise thee, And rejoice with holy fear. Free election, known by calling, Saints are kept from final falling: All the glory, All the glory, Lord, is thine. 85. 8. Altered by MORTON. No Condemnation, Te. BELIEVERS, of mercy alone, Nor, fear with Chrift's righteoufnefs on, Hide all their tranfgreffions from view. The work which his goodness began, The arm of his ftrength will complete His promife is yea and amen, And never was forfeited yet : Things future, nor things that are now; Not all things below nor above, Can make him his purpose forego, Or fever the foul from his love... Believer, thy name from his hands 86. L. M. B-M. Altered. LL the Lord's honor'd, chofen race That they would break his holy law, He his dear fons could never fee, |