5 A fight of Jefus on the crofs Makes all this world appear as drofs : Redeeming grace, and dying love. HYMN XXI. Know, Jesus only. 1 JOIN, ye tribes of ransom❜d men, And Jefus crucify'd. 2 For our fins Chrift's blood was fpilt, His foul did torments feel: If we mourn not for our guilt, Our hearts are hard as fteel. Lord, caufe tears from hearts to flow : O pity them whofe hearts are dry'd. Only Jefus will I know, 3 And Jefus crucify'd. Sin I fhun with all its charms, Me fafe to heav'n convoy; While I travel here below, Still keep me near thy pierced fide." 4 Only Jefus will I know, And Jefus crucify'd. Earth affords not my chief good, In Chrift my blifs doth ly; Earth's vain dreams mens hearts delude, Its arts I do defy : Empty world, I thee let go, 5 Earth I quit for rest above, HYMN XXII. A Saint chufes not to stay behind CHRIST. 1 IN the wine-prefs of God's wrath But he rofe, to fhew his love; To plead for us, to heav'n he's gone. 2 Friend of finners, King of faints, 3 Into Jefu's hands I fall, By faith I thee embrace; 4 Lord, thou fay'ft, I quickly come; Saints for thy coming pray : While thou ftay'ft, I'm far from home; Lord Jefus, come away ; Оп On things earthly I'll not rove, Like Chrift among them there is none. Since my bead and heart's above, Why Stay I here to groan? HYMN XXIII. The Fountain of CHRIST's Blood. I WE blefs God for this matchless blood, And fallen men from fin and hell 2 Eternal thanks to God's dear Son, 3 Bethfeda, Jordan, Siloam's pool, For cleanfing fouls, or purging fins, 4 Come, leprous fouls, to this new pool, Why should you die, when God provides 5 Unto this open fountain bring My finful foul, O God, And all my spotted garments cleanse 6 Upon this remedy divine Alone my hopes are built: This many thousand fouls have tried, 7 Give accefs, Lord, unto thy blood, Be purify'd and throughly clean 8 Praise for the doctrine of free grace, Which Jefu's gospel founds; Praise for free love, and cleansing blood HYMN HYMN XXIV. CHRIST our PASSOVER Sacrificed for us. ILY at the foot of Jefu's crofs, 2 Sore wounds and bruifes, ftripes and pain, Did he endure to ranfom us 3 Jefus our paffover is flain, The tokens of thy death remain, 4 A feaft upon this facrifice Thou haft on men bestow'd, 6 A facrifice that's infinite Ere guilty men fhould be forgiv'n,- 9 We'll fit content beneath thy cross, Dear Lamb, fhine on our folemn days, Come fill our hearts with love, and joy HYMN XXV. Thanksgiving to the blessed TRINITY. 1 EXALTED Father, we thee praise, And blefs thy facred name: Thou Thou waft, and art, and evermore 2 Father of mercies, God of love, Because thou freely gav'ft thy Son, 3 O Son of God, we thee do blefs, 4 Unto the Lamb, our Saviour-God, For thro' thy precious wounds and blood 5 O Holy Ghoft, we thee exalt, Who doft with finners ftrive, Till they be brought to close with Chrift, Hallelujah, &c. 6 We praise thee, O thou promis'd Dove, Who, as. Chrift faid, art come 7 To raise our dead fouls unto life, Το purge our guilt, and buy our peace, God fent his Son to bleed; His blood procur'd a treasure full To answer all our need. Hallelujah, &c. 8 Thanks to our heav'nly Father's love, HYMN XXVI. Give thanks to God for a crucified JESUS. I BLEST be out Lamb, who undertook |