No more abuse thy love, nor make
Thy wounds afresh to bleed
7 I mourn, and hate my cruel fins,
Which pierc'd my Lord to death
These murderers shall find no more
Place in my foul to breathe.

8 Awake, my foul, with all thy pow'rs
Join with the hofts above,
To celebrate forgiving grace,
And praise redeeming love.

HYMN XL.

Sweet Fruits of CHRIST's Sufferings.

1 THY gospel, Lord, holds forth thy love
In fweet and melting founds,
And us a fov'reign balm prefents
From Jefu's bleeding wounds.

2 It is thy pain that giveth ease
To my diseased soul;

When I am full of pains and wounds,
Thy ftripes do make me whole.

3 Thy cries bring anfwers to my prayer's,
Thy wounds are my refuge;

Thy blood doth wash my crimson guilt,
And fave from wrath's deluge.

4 Thy crofs doth bring me nigh to God,
Ánd doth his wrath appeafe;

Thy blood brings pardon for my guilt,
And gives my confcience eafe.
5 Thy death hath purchas'd life to me;
Thy grave hides all my fin,
And all the curfes of the law:

Which yields great peace within.
6 Vaft fums of debt for us thou paid
With thy own dear heart's blood,
And calls us to be pure and white,
By washing in this flood.

7 This is our loving Ranfomer,

Who our whole curse endur'd;
And, having paid our dreadful debt,
Our rooms in heav'n fecur'd.

8 To him that lov'd us unto death
All honour we will givę:

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He fhed his blood our fouls to wash :

We'll to his glory live.

HYMN XLI.

The believing Soul's Feaft.

1 HERE faith may spy our Saviour's flesh,
Upon the table ly:

Salvation flow in ftreams of blood,
To drive our fins away.'

2 Grant, Lord, thy prefence at this feaft,
And make it a good day:

Give to each gueft what thou feeft beft;
Empty fend none away.

3 To thee we look for living bread:
We languish and are faint:

If fafting thou fhalt us difmifs,
Our fouls will die for want.

4 Thy heav'nly manna, Lord, rain down
Our fp'ritual ftrength repair;
Give food, till we shall get above,
And feast with Jefus there.

5 While in this defert we fojourn,
Send us grace from above;

Our fouls refresh, our faith increase,
And warm our hearts with love.
6 Thine ordinance, Lord, countenance ;
Shew us thy fmiling face:

Cause streams of living waters flow
In channels of thy grace.

7 Thy people, Lord, lament for thee
Ó comfort them that mourn;
Meet with them as in former days,
To gospel-feafts return.

8 Charge not on us our former fins;
Let all thine anger cease:

Look to the cross on Calvary,
And bid us go in peace.

HYMN XLII.

Thanksgiving after a Gospel-Feast.'

I I BLESS God for the food he gave

To me a worm to eat,

And

And that himself did condefcend

To fit with me at meat.
Hallelujah, Hallelujah,
Hallelujah, Amen.

2 He made me share immortal cheer,
And sweetly tafte his grace;
My hungry foul he did refresh,
And loofe my tongue to praise.
Hallelujah, &c.

3

"What shall I render to my God For all his gifts to me,"

And for this gift unspeakable,

His Son for me to die?

Hallelujah, &c.

4 He from his fulness did me feast
With riches of his grace;
He took me in his loving arms,
And fhew'd his fmiling face.
Hallelujah, &c.

5 My heart when faint he did support,
Difpell'd my guilty fears:

He fet my feet upon the rock,
And wip'd away my tears.
Hallelujah, &c.

6 His pard'ning voice makes me to fing,
And doth inflame my love';

His fpirit lifts my thoughts from earth
Unto the things above.
Hallelujah, &c.

7 I praife thy name, who pity'd me,
Poffeft my heart as thine,
Reftor'd me thy falvation's joy,
Fill'd me with love divine.
Hallelujah, &c.

8 In heav'n thy faints feaft on thy love,
Where living ftreams do flow;

They praise their Head in hymns above,
And we in hymns below.

Hallelujah, Hallelujah,

Hallelujah, Amen.

HYMN

Suitable Walking after a Gospel-Feaft.

ITO Chrift we now devoted are,

By folemn oath we're thine :

Give grace and strength now to obey
And love thy law divine.

2 Since for us thou haft bled and dy'd,
To thee our all we give;
And for our fins haft fatisfy'd,
To thee we'll only live.

3 Help us to grow in faith and zeal,
And thrive in every grace;
And let Chrift's love constrain us ftill
To run our Chriftian race.
4 O let us walk with tenderness,
And with humility:

Lord, break the power of unbelief,
Our heart fins mortify.

5 We'll make them our familiars,
Who our dear Lamb do love,
We'll travel in their company,
Who feek the land above.

6 But loose companions we will flee,
Who would lead us aftray:
To finful thoughts and tempting fnares
We will no more give way.

7 May I the Lamb now imitate,
And in his footsteps tread,

And still grow in conformity

Το my exalted Head.

8 Lord, give more faith, more love and hope, That I may live to thee,

And by my converfation fhew

The Lamb hath dy'd for me.

9 Thou meetest them who do rejoice

In thy fweet ways to go,

Who would their days fpend to thy praise
While they are here below.

HYMY

HYMN XLIV.

Revive Primitive Chriflianity.

1 BLEST Spirit come with mighty pow'r,
And melt men's hearts in tears;

Thy work revive throughout the lands
In thefe declining years.

2 Let yet God's ordinance be lov'd,
Christ's dying words thought on;
Let cold and careless fouls be mov'd

3

To honour God's dear Son.
When the first faints oft broke thy bread
With love and life divine,

They drank the fpirit of their Head,

As well's their facred wine.

4 Their meek and pure lives did proclaim,
They liv'd and walk'd with God:
To aliens they endear'd the Lamb,
And fpread his fame abroad.

5 Their zealous hearts would nothing know
But Jefus crucify'd;

Him they confefs'd while here below,

And martyrs for him dy'd

6 Their love to Jefus was fo ftrong,

All tortures they endur'd:

While they the flain Lamb made their fong,

Thus ftrangers they allur'd.

7 O where's that ancient holy flame

That in their hearts abode,

Which made them witnefs for the Lamb,
And fuffer for their God?

8 O God, fend fhow'rs of grace, and cause
Men's backward wills to yield,

And turn us from a wilderness

Unto a fruitful field.

9 Caufe numbers flee to Jefu's wounds,
Convince them there is room;
Rebels fubdue, reign in their fouls:
O let thy kingdom come

HYMN