6 Father, to us thy Spirit fend, Let him apply Chrift's blood and fruits, 7 May he thine image on us ftamp, 8 Let faints and angels join in one, HYMN LXII. CHRIST'S Beauty and Loveliness! I SINCE I beheld thy wondrous love The world and all things here below 3 There's nothing founds so sweet to me All things I count for lofs. Moft fweetly founds thy name. The Chief of thoufauds ten. 6 Could men by faith mount up to fee Had they the smallest glimpse of thee, Who 7 Who can thy worth and love declare? 8 I then accept thine offer free To fave my foul from hell: Since winds and feas thy word obey, HYMN LXIII. Thanks to CHRIST for his Love and Sufferings. INLET us together meet and praife The flaughter'd Lamb of God, And with joint hearts fing forth his grace, 2 Into this wildernefs he came For three and thirty years, To feek his poor, loft, ftraying sheep. 3 The most defpis'd he would not lose, 4 He stopt not till he found them all, The price was great; his blood divine In love, to fave from hell and fin, 5 O blefs the Lamb who gave himself 6 He took our guilt and curfes due, He lov'd our fouls; and, them to fave, Hallelujah, &c. VOL. IV. 4 C 7 To 7 To Chrift we'll live, to Chrift we'll die, He well deferves our life and death, 8 Let hearts, and tongues, and all unite, HYMN LXIV. Let CHRIST'S Kingdom come. I THE coming of thy kingdom, Lord, 2 Caufe many glory in the Lord, For nothing can men mens hearts fubdue 3 The well which from thy fide doth spring That we and ev'ry thirsty foul May come and drink our fill. 4 O let the number be increas'd Of them thy wounds that know, And feel the virtue of that blood Which from the fame did flow. 5 Teach men to come to God by thee, A pleafing facrifice. 6 Send days of pow'r to bow their wills Thine offers to embrace; Make thefe, who earthly things admire, O Father of our flaughter'd Lamb, Remember men for good; Be mindful of his pray'rs and tears, And hear his fpeaking blood. 8 Thy Spirit grant, for which he pray'd; Convictions make like darts. O Father, glorify thy Son, And melt ten thousand hearts. HYMN LXV. The convinced Soul coming to CHRIST. 1 I AM now fenfible of guilt; What can wash our deep ftains of guilt, 3 When I am made to fee my guilt, 4 Such hiding fure comes not of thee; My heart proves falfe, it shuts thee out; 5 Oh, justly vile unthankful I May be fhut out by thee; 44 But, Father, look on Jefu's wounds, up high, 6 Altho' my fins have swell'a Christ's blood, like to a mighty fea, my cry, 7 Thou, Son of David, hear 8 Come, fay unto my grieved foul, HYMN HYMN LXVI. Senfible Souls crying to GOD, and pleading CHRIST'S Blood. I LAME fouls here at Bethesda's pool Lord, ftir the pool, and help us in ; 2 Chrift's blood, which mighty changes works, Let this blood stream into our hearts, 3 Thy blood's my balm, my help, my hope; 4 When I as dead in fin do ly, I run Raise me, like Laz'rus, with thy cry; 5 When my heart's barren, hard or cold, 6 When fin and fatan me delude, Lead my by faith to Jéfu's clefts, 7 Make me repent, in Christ believe, Thus make me meet for heav'n above, 8 In me exert thy fov'reign grace, And conquer all my pow'rs; Let Chrift's blood draw my heart to him, 9 Jefus, I afk, I feek, and knock, As thou doft me command: Now let me find; make good thy word, HYMN |