Caufe all men know thy charming name,
"The Lord our Righteousness."
Hallelujah, &c.

9 Now, great Immanuel, to thy name
Be endless glory giv❜n :
Our broken hymns on earth begun,
Them perfect make in heav'n.
Hallelujah, Hallelujah,
Hallelujah, Amen.

HYMN X.

HEAVEN'S HAPPINESS.

'TIS heaven on earth, Chrift's love to taste,
And feel his pow'rful grace;
'Tis heav'n begun to dwell in love,
And fee his glorious face.
Hallelujab, Hallelujah,
Hallelujah, Amen.

2 Lord, in my breast the fire doth burn
Of love which thou hast giv'n :
Nothing on earth can quench this flame,
Nothing but Christ in heav'n

3

Hallelujah, &c.

Men here would know the things below ;

But I determin'd am

Christ crucify'd alone to know,

My facrificed Lamb.
Hallelujah, &c.

4 The fweetest days we have on earth
Are in thy fervice spent :

The comforts I enjoy in these

Do yield me most content.
Hallelujab, &c.

5 Communion Sabbaths here are sweet;
But them we foon do spend :

In heav'n the Sabbath fweeter is,
Which never hath an end.
Hallelujah, &c.

6 There Hallelujahs to the Lamb
No period will know :

No willows there to hang our harps,
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As oft we find below.

Hallelujah, &c.

O happy these who fhall afcend
Where they still Sabbath keep,
Where in the heav'nly work of praise
They flumber not nor fleep!
Hallelujah, &c.

8 There to the Lamb that once was dead,
But now doth live again,
With joy and wonder do they fing:
He's faints eternal gain.
Hallelujah, Hallelujah,
Hallelujah, Amen.

HYMN XI.

The LORD our RIGHTEOUSNESS.

I WE from our free-will and our works
No help at all can draw;

For our free-will and nat'ral powers
Are haters of God's law.

2 The ftream which from Chrift's pierced fide
In blood and water flow'd,

Muft juftify and cleanse our fouls,

Ere we can live with God.

3 Lord, all my doings and my works
Can ne'er with God prevail :
Both I and they, for fin, deferve
To be thrown down to hell.

4 My righteousness is filthy rags,
I humbly must confefs:

5

But, Lord, I plead my Saviour's

name,

The Lord our Righteoufnefs.'

Tho' I could weep a flood of tears,

I'd lay no ftrefs thereon:

Chrift's blood must wash me and my tears,

Or else I am undone.

6 Chrift bears the burden of our fins,

And of our duties too:

His blood must cleanse our pray'rs and praise

And all that we can do.

2 Chrift, who's our Righteoufnefs perfumes Our duties unto God:

Weak mints, thro' Chrift, he doth accept;
They're fprinkled with his blood.

8 Chrift's works and wounds alone I trust,
His life and death I blefs:

I'll ever fing his precious name,
"The Lord our Righteousness."

HYMN XII.

The GOSPEL-PASSOVER.

IN this our Gospel-paffover

God fets before our eyes

The substance of the ancient types,
God's Lamb our facrifice.

2 Here view his body broke, and blood
Down ftreaming from his heart,
To fave our fouls: and thus our Lamb
Fulfill'd the Saviour's part.

3 Here divine Wisdom doth provide
A free foul-ftrengthning feaft;
And freely bids each hungry foul,
O come and be a guest.

4 Here things of fenfe, but there's far more
Than hallow'd bread and wine;

5

Lo! there is here immortal cheer,

And ftreams of life divine.

Here's for our fouls Chrift's body broke,
To feed and make them grow;

Here's running ftreams of divine blood,
To make us white as fnow.

6 Lord, grant thy prefence with thy guests,
Thy peace to them afford;

No mufic can delight our hearts
Like thy forgiving word.

Grant faith to eat the bread of life

Which God fent down from heav'n,

And alfo faith to drink the blood
For our redemption giv'n.
8 Awake, repentance, faith and love,
Come feaft on Christ, and fing:

Rouze up, my pow'rs and graces all,
Attend this mighty King.

9 View here the wounds and dying pangs

Of our dear bleeding Lord,

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Whofe head, and fide, and heart, were pierc'd ;
Whofe hands and feet were bor❜d.

N. B. The twelve preceding hymns are all done in common metre: the ten following hymns are compofed in different meafures, to fuit fome pleafant tunes, which many have learned, and delight in.

The COMMUNION SABBATH.

1 FATHER, this day we'll fing:
From love thou gav'ft thy Son,
To buy falvation to our fouls,
When fin had us undone.

2 We'll bless thy Son, who came
To bear our guilt and fhame,
And thy just law which we had broke,
Fulfilled in our name.

3 We blefs thy Sp'rit who guides

Men in the heav'nly road :

Come, heav'nly Dove, our Saviour's love
Shed in our hearts abroad.

4 Our crucified Lord

Was laid among the dead:

But foon the grave its prey restor❜d;

He rofe for us to plead.

5 To-day, Chrift left the dead,

And fatan's empire fell:

This is the day the Lord hath made,'

We'll triumph over hell.

6 We'll shew his death, who bled
To fave our finful race,

And in the fupper to us comes
With meffages of grace.

7 We magnify thy love

For fuch a tafte below,

And that thou mak'ft to faints above

Far nobler bleffings flow.

8 We'll hafte to Christ above;

We'll then need figns no more:

We'll fee his face, and know his love;
We'll feaft, and him adore.

9 To Father, Son, and Sp'rit,
JEHOVAH, One in Three,

Sing HALLELUJAHS; for 'tis meet
Thus God to glorifiy.

HYMN XIV.

The Wonders of REDEEMING LOVE.

1 DEAR Father, we thee blefs,
Thy wondrous love adore
In giving us thine only Son;
What couldst thou give us more?
2 Behold how God commends
His love to men undone !
That he might fpare his enemies,
He would not spare his Son.
3 What faw the Lamb in man,
That could his pity move,

To draw the rebel from hell's gates
With cords and bands of love!

4 A love that was not quench'd

By death or deepest wound,

Nor by deep ftreams of wrath and blood;
By floods it was not drown'd!

5 A glorious crown he left

A thorny crown to wear!

And on his bruifed wounded back
A heavy cross wou'd bear!

6 Mens fins, each was a thorn,
A whip, a nail, a fpear!

By them thy bleffed flesh was torn ;
Let men view fin with fear!

7 Yet garments dy'd with blood,

The thorns thy head that tare, Endear thee more to thine, than robes And gems which monarchs wear.

8 Our flain Lamb now appears

Before God's awful throne;

There offers up our praise and pray'rs :

He takes them from his Son.

Let faints and angels join

The dear love to proclaim