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92. C. M. WATTS'S H.
The Robe of Righteousness.
WAKE, my heart, arise my tongue,
In God, the life of all my joys,
'Tis he adorn'd my naked foul,
And left the shadow of a fpot,
He took the robe the Savior wrought,
How far the heavenly robe exceeds,
What earthly princes wear!
These ornaments how bright they fhine!, How white the garments are!
The Spirit wrought my faith and love,
Strangely, my foul, art thou array'd
In fweeteft harmony of praife.
93. C. M. TOPLADY'S Col.
[ESUS, my Life, thyfelf apply,
My vile affections crucify,
Conqu'ror of hell, and earth, and fin,
Poffefs my foul, and reign within,
More of thy life I wish to have,
Rule in me, Lord; thy foes controul,
O fave me from the pow'r of fin,
Thine Image ftamp, and make me fhine A temple meet for God.
My inward holiness thou art,
With all thy, fulness fill my heart, "Till all my heart is thine!
94 S. M. MORTON'S Col...
THO earth and fatan rage,
Chrift doth their pow'r controul;
His wifdom, love and truth engage
Believers ne'er fhall yield,
95. S. M. WATTS'S H.
O God, the Only Wire,
Our Savior and our King,
Let all the faints below the kies
Their humble praifes bring. 'Tis his almighty love,
His counfel and his care,
Preferves us fafe from fin and death,
And ev'ry hurtful fnare.
He will present his faints Unblemith'd and complete, Before the glory of his face, With joys divinely great.
Then all the chofen feed
Shall meet around his throne, Shall blefs the conduct of his grace, And make his wonders known.
To our redeeming God Wisdom and pow'r belongs; Immortal crowns of majesty, And everlasting fougs.
96. C. M.
The Sheep of Chrift, given by the Father and guarded by Omnipotence.
N one harmonious cheerful fong,
Loud let it found from ev'ry tongue,
The leaft, the feebleft of the sheep
Kind is his heart the charge to keep,
And strong his arm to fave.
That Hand, which heav'n and earth fuftains.
And bars the gates of hell,
And rivets Satan down in chains,
Shall guard his chofen well.
Now let th' infernal lion roar,
How vain his threats appear ! 7 When he can match Jehovah's Power We will begin to fear.
Y foul with joy attend,
While Jefus filence breaks; No angel's harp fuch mufic yields, As what my shepherd speaks.
"I know my fheep," he cries,
My foul approves them well:
"Vain is the treach'rous world's disguise, "And vain the rage of hell.
"I freely feed them now "With tokens of my love, "But richer paftures I prepare, "And fweeter ftreams above.
"Unnumber'd years of bliss
And, while my throne unthaken ftands, "Shall all my chofen live.
"This tried Almighty band
"Is rais'd for their defence:
"Where is the pow'r thall reach them there? "Or what fhall force them thence?"
Enough, my gracious Lord,
Let faith triumphant cry;
Can on this promife die...