HYMN XLV. Revenge the Death of CHRIST upon Sin. QUESTION. I O HARMLESS undefiled Lamb, What caus'd thy wounds and pain? ANSWER. 2 "Of all my wounds and anguish fore, And of my racking bloody death, 3 To you thefe bitter pains belong'd, To fuffer thee to lodge with me? 5 I bitterly bewail my fins, Which gave my Saviour pain: 6 I'll fin pursue the Lamb that flew ; 7 Subdue my heart, O mighty king; Kill paffion, pride, and all thy foes, 8 Tear up the roots of inbred fin, All fatan's plenishing break down, HYMN XLVI. The Complaints of ferious Souls. I WHEN doubts and fears opprefs my foul, In Chrift's arms let me fall; VOL. VI. 4 A For For he's my ftrength and righteousness, 2 Allow me, Lord, to fall and ly To spread out my complaints and griefs, 3 With fhame and grief I do bewail For all the wounds my fins gave Christ, 4 Alas! 1 oft turn cold and dead, Yea, flow to praise the Lamb of God, 5 Backfliding hearts thou feeft we have, Lord, bring again thy ftraying sheep 6 Whatever cross thou lay'ft on us, We'll not refuse the rod. 7 But, Lord, we dread inward decays From these our fouls relieve and keep, 8 My Lord, betwixt my foul and thee No cold nor drynefs let there be; 9 Let Jefu's blood bring mountains down, Make me, like Enoch, walk with God, N. B. I advertise now (as I did before the 13th Hymn) that the fourteen following Hymns are compofed in dif ferent Meafures. See the Reafon given before. HYMN XLVII. The REPENTING PRODIGAL. 1 FATHER, behold, thy fon, A wand'ring prodigal, By By fin and folly quite undone, Now at thy feet doth fall. 2 Afham'd of all my ways, My wand'rings I confefs; I fee great need of Jefu's blood, And his pure righteoufnefs. 3 Open thine arms to me, And take the wand'rer home: By gofpel-offers I'm affur'd, Thro' Chrift to me there's room. 4 I felf-condemned ly; O hear my humble pray'r: 5 Father of mercies, hear; Once dead, but now doth live, Once loft, but now in Chrift is found; I do him home receive." 7 O great Immanuel, Accept my new-born cry; HYMN XLVIII. Weak FAITH not rejected. I SEE Chrift's bleeding fide; Lord, hide me in thy wounds: Thy sheltering fuch helpless fouls Unto thy praife redounds. 2 Into thy arms I fall, In free love me embrace : In weakness great on thee I call, O fhew thy fmiling face. 3 I wait at thy command, Until the pool fhall move, When thou wilt fend thy healing pow'r 4 Thou know'ft my feeble voice, The gospel method is my choice, 5 Thou know'ft my hearts defire, 6" Poor foul, of little faith, O wherefore doft thou doubt ? 8 Teach me to know thy name Thy title alfo to proclaim, "The Lord our Righteoufnefs." HYMN XLIX. The Remembrance of CHRIST in the Supper. CHRIST in that night he was betray'd, My broken body here you fee; Take, eat it, and remember me." 2 Thus alfo he the cup did take; "Here fealing blood shed for your fake, 4 For hungry fouls here's manna rare, My My blood procures your accefs free; 7 See Jacob's ladder here fet up, Climb, and God will tranfact with thee; In doing this, remember me. 8 Here runs of Life the river pure, Which our foul-wounds doth cleanfe and cure; HYMN L. Admire the LAMB flain. I COME here, admire, and gaze a while; 3 4 Thy fuff'rings, Lord, I weep to fee, 5 Thefe nails by which the Lamb is flain. The crofs is now a tree of life That men relieves from finking grief, Yea, life to dead fouls doth regain; Draw life from this, the Lamb is flain. 6 No flaming Tword doth guard this tree, Its fruit is to all finners free: Good news this is to fallen men; Come eat and live, the Lamb is flain. 3 Dear Lamb, thine everlasting love Draws men from hell to heav'n above: Thy |