5 Tho' earth's foundation be remov❜d, In him my Father is well pleas'd, 6 Thy gospel tells what thy blood works ; 7 O bleeding Lamb, with pity view 8 When I'm diftreft, here will I rest O hear my groaus, and bear my loads, HYMN LXXIII. CHRIST's Free Grace, Love, and Pity, to men. I OUR worthy flaughter'd Lamb thou art, Thou didft for mankind bleed. 2 Thy wounds thou mak'ft our hiding-place, And ftill thou art our friend; 3 When wrath purfu'd, thou fhed'it thy blood For vileft men, and blackest hearts, For well thou know'ft that of thy blood 4 In thee faint hearts do find fupport, 5 The bruifed reed thou never breaks, Thou wilt not quench the smoking flax, 6 Had'st thou left faints, fure they had ftay'd Thy free grace them diftinguished, 7 To thy free love I flee, O Lamb, To free me of my loads of guilt, 8 Thou fay'st, believe, and on me rest, Thy promise sweet I would believe; 9 On thy blood only I rely, As doth thy gospel call: HYMN LXXIV. The ANGELS SONG. 1 HOW fweetly did the angels fing At Chrift's nativity! their hymn, Let Adam's race take up 2 All glory be to God on high, Henceforth good-will from heav'n to men, 3 We more than angels ought to praise : For, tho' they fee God's face, With ranfom'd men they have no share Hallelujah, &c. 4 Hofanna to king David's Son, Our dear God-man, our glorious Prieft, Hallelujah, &c. 5 Let men and angels praife the Lamb, Let men his ftripes and wounds for them Hallelujah, &c 6 Because he dy'd, God hath him rais’d 7 Chrift's rifing doth us justify; Doth find us room with faints to fing, 8 We fee thee now at God's right hand : Address to the FATHER. I O HEAVENLY Father, we thee bless, The Lamb we blefs, who did fubmit 2 Thou pity'd worms, and them did fpare, But him did wouud and bruise to death, 3 Father of mercies, thro' Chrift's death, And fend'ft thy Spirit to their fouls 4 Forgive them, Father, Chrift once cry'd, 5 O Father, thou doft men pursue 9 With many motives thou hast try'd Thy Spirit with patience strives to fave Of thy forbearance and free grace A monument I am; And ftill thou call'ft me to embrace Thy facrificed Lamb. 8 Great love! that I who fpurn'd thy grace! 90 let not men abuse thy grace, To fin because thou'rt good: Fill all our hearts with grief and shame N. B. The seven following hymns are composed mainly for A Song for YOUNG ONES' I AWAKE, ye little ones, and fing 2 Our glorious Redeemer is Moft worthy to receive Our thanks and praise continually, 3 May his great love fink in our hearts, 4 Since for us children, finners vile, How hot and flaming was his love, That made him interpofe His naked breast, to take the stroke For us who were his foes! 5 May our hearts burn with love to him Thro' all eternity; Since out of burning love to us, Chrift on the crofs did die. 6 We bless the Lord, who hath to babes This glorious truth reveal'd, Salvation thro' Christ crucify'd, HYMN LXXVII, A Song for Children. 1 A LITTLE child, O Lord, I am; I come to thee, who canft them both 2 A willing child that comes to thee, 4 5 66 "Your willing necks bend to my yoke, "Yield to my government, "And imitate my holy life; "And this you'll ne'er repent. 6 "I'm meek and lowly, learn from me "A meek and lowly mind; 7 "And thus your weary reftlefs fouls. "Shall reft and quiet find. My yoke to you shall easy prove, "For wisdom's ways are pleasantness, 8 Lord, I believe thy faithful words, And thank thee for thy grace, HYMN |