4

Have you not many friends on earth
Who with you sympathize?

Cannot your earthly comforts here
Your hearts to stay entice?

W.

We're pilgrims here, earth's not our home ;
Which makes us long to be

Where Chrift our friend dwells with his faints,
And they him glorifie,

M.

5 Why don't you feek your treasure here,
With others in the land,

Who feem well pleas'd with fenfual things
And fomething in their hand?

W.

6 Our treasure Chrift laid up above,
He dearly bought our bliss;

His blood's the price; nay, Christ himself
Our bleffed treasure is,

M.

7 Since Chrift your treasure is in heaven,
Your hearts must mount aboye :

Things earthly will not fuit your minds,
You must be where you love.

W.

8 A fight of Jefu's love, and blood
Down ftreaming from the crofs,
Makes all things to us here below
Appear as dung and drofs.

M.

? Straight to that city we would go,
But we have little strength:

Ah! in the way we move but flow;
Fain would we come your length.
M.

30 hafte unto that city fair,

The Bridegroom waits for you:

He'll clothe, he'll wed, and feast you there; Truft him, his word is true.

W.

4 Our faith is weak, our grace is fcant,

5

In God's ways we but creep;

Our fins us clog, and tears we want
For them to mourn and weep.

M.

Seek for God's Spirit you to draw,

And cause you run with speed. By faith Chrift's fulness still apply; There you'll get what you need.

W.

6 Lord, draw us, and thick clouds difpel,
Set heaven in our fight;

Remove our doubts, grant new supplies
Of divine heat and light.

M.

7 Tho' doubts perplex you here below,
No clouds you'll find above;
There in God's light we light shall fee,
Where light is match'd with love.
W.

8 Unto that land of light and love

We'll hafte, Chrift's face to view; We long to share his heav'nly fruits, Which ftill continue new.

M.

9 Hofanna to king David's Son,

And to king David's Lord:

His love proclaim whofe fide was pierc'd,
Whofe hands and feet were bor'd.

W.

10 To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
One God in Perfons Three,
Who us falvation brought when loft,
Still praises fing will we.

HYMN LXXXVI.

A DIALOGUE.

1 COME, waiting virgins, join with us
To praise our glorious King:
In harmony lift up your voice
Daughters of Zion fing.

W.

2 The invitation we accept To fing of Zion's King;

To us no earthly business

Can fo much pleasure bring.

M.

3 O virigin-fouls, the Bridegroom comes
The match to confummate :

Buy oil in time, and trim your lamps;
For him look out and wait.

W.

4 Our lamps we'll trim, and look for Chrift;
Let fleep from us be driv'n :

In watching we will join you here,
And join your fongs in heav'n.

5 We'll

5 We'll jointly cry,

M.

"The creature's vain

O Lamb there's none but thee
Among the angels, or the faints,

Our fouls can fatisfie."

W.

6 Good cause have we all fo to cry,

The Lamb appear'd our friend;
When wrath for fin did burn, like fire
He from the flame us fkreen'd.

M.

7 Come, hear Chrift's dying cries and groans, When nailed to the cross;

Come, fee him red with blood and wounds,
When bearing wrath for us.

W.

8 Our great delight is ftill to pry

Into Chrift's wounds, and cross :
Compared with this happiness,
All things we count as drofs..

M.

9 Sifters, love Christ, be not afraid

Of law's curfe, death or hell;

Christ bought your fouls, and paid your debt,
And you in peace may dwell.

W.

10 Chrift alfo bought your liberty
To be God's fons and heirs ;
And you may Abba Father cry,
When you fend up your pray'rs

HYMN LXXXVII.

A DIALOGUE.

1 O WOMEN, what think ye of Christ?

Is he not white and fair?

Can any thing you fee on earth
With God's dear Lamb compare
W.

?

M.

3 Do you love Chrift to ferve and praife,
More than the things of sense?
What do you think of Wisdom's ways?
What's your experience ?

W.

4 Chrift's service is an eafy yoke.
We feel his burden light;
And fweetly in his ways we run,
When his love's in our fight.

M

5 Bleft they who fee Chrift's love to them
In his fore agonie;

And in the ftripes which he endur'd
Their fouls from fin to free.

8 With him we clofe, with him we cleave,
Who bled to make us free

From fin and hell, and bought us life
By dying on the tree.

M.

9 Sure nothing, then, which you do afk
Shall to you be deny'd;

When you on fcripture-grounds can plead,
The Lamb for you hath dy❜d.

W.

10 We truft we've found the Pearl of price,

Which us enriched hath :

In him we'll joy, and him we'll praise,
Both in our life and death.

HYMN