Into eternal fire;" But kindly bid you to my wounds, 4 Come to the balm: behold the Lamb, 5 No more refift my preffing calls, 7 For, lo! the flaming fword is drawn, HYMN XXIX. Fitnefs for the GOSPEL-FEAST. I WILL God let worms approach to him, Heav'n's manna for to taste; 2 Come, holy, holy, holy Lord, Come, thou united myftic Three, Unite us all in One. 3 Come, Prince of love and peace, with pow'r Come join our hearts, and make us fit 4 Let charity our hearts poffefs; Let 5 Let Jefu's friends with hut feek, His table compass roun » Partake his food, admire bring me home; That fprings from ev' triend: 60 Let the flinty stubbe thy face, Which threat'nings end. Be broken, melted, a By Jefu's bleeding M N XXXII. 7 Let no fin in my hoURNING PENITENT. Help me to act andment I reflect 8 Let worldly clogs lack and ftain'd Let faith's wings was conceiv'd CHI xpos'd unto fecond death. fe fin doth corrupt, hy heart as ftone; I CHRIST's flesh ht God's remedy : That ever was mone. Is fet before the n thund'ring voice 2 Shall ftarving fouls fligak God's laws, And chufe to feed on fwinifh luitny foul, 3 Here bread of life, which doth exce Our bread is Chrift, fubftantial food! 5 "Lord, evermore give us this bread," Give faith to eat, that we may live, 6 With heav'nly manna fent by God Since richly is thy table ftor'd 3 I do not fay," Depart fr enough 4 Into eternal fire;" But kindly bid you to my W1 at once Come to the balm: behold Which for your 5 No more refift my preffing calls, 60 rebels to my fceptre bow, Your weapons caft away; iy, Come to me in this day of grace, And make no more delay. ne ot by ; I. Trievous. 7 For, lo! the flaming fword is drawr And fhaken o'er your head : Ims; If divine Justice be provok'd, 8 Comply then with my Spirit's work, HYMN e. and -ace from me, úrn: Fitnefs f can't look up, return. 1 WILL God let rofs complain 2 Com, when thou fmil'ft, I conquer fin; And all that's oppofite to thee, Into fubjection brought. 6 But, when thou hid'ft, I lofe my ftrength; 7 Like Samfon when betray'd, My locks are cut, my heart is faint, If clouds remain, I'll wander far If If Chrift his loft sheep do not feek, Still farther will I ftray. 8 Good Shepherd, feek and bring me home; Thou art the finner's friend: Reftore the shinings of thy face, 'HYMN XXXII. The MOURNING Penitent. 1 WITH low abasement I reflect I fee my nature black and ftain'd 2 In fin and guilt I was conceiv'd And early was expos'd unto Both first and fecond death. 3 My heart and life fin doth corrupt, 4 How awful is the thund'ring voice To criminals who break God's laws, 5 With trembling this would fill my foul, Did I not fee on Zion mount The Lamb for fin that bled. 7 Unto this way I mourning look, If thou declinest helping me, 8 Thy word faith, I should not defpond, The blood and bowels of the Lamb, HYMN XXXIII. The Penitent Sinner's Hope. 1 IN Jefu's name a penitent 2 Chrift bids me afk, and feek, and knock, 4 The doctrine of free grace I plead, Thousands have try'd it, and are wash'd; 7 I plead thy blood, and ancient love; HYMN XXXIV. Thanksgiving to GOD the FATHER. 1 PRAISE to the Father's love, that gave His dear and only Son Το |