HYMN LXXXVIII. A DIALOGUE. M. 1 REJOICE, O women, for the Lamb Your great High Priest is made: He wept, he bled, to buy for A crown that shall not fade. W. you 2 With fympathy his pains we feel He fuffer'd on the tree, And all the anguish he endur'd Our fouls from hell to free. M. 3 What caus'd the flaming fword to strike And put him to fuch grief and pain? W. 4 We blame not Pilate, nor the Jews; For all our fins in heart and life, M. 5 Mourning with you, we'll view the Lamb As ftretch'd upon the cross, Who never afk'd to be reliev'd Till he aton'd for us. W. 6 Let's kill fin too, that flew the Lamb ; His faints our hearts do love. M. 7 Let's take Chrift's blood, fin to fubdue, Lord, do not turn away thy face W. 8 Lord, lead us daily to this blood, VOL. IV. 9 Let's M. 9 Let's go to praife the Lamb above, W. 10 We'll go and join the angels fong, HYMN LXXXIX. True BRITONS Thanksgiving for their De- I LET British hearts and tongues blefs God, 2 Praise God for kindness to this isle, 3 Who made the battle on us fmile, In mercy, God preferves our crown In the reformed line; French fchemes and projects he breaks down Hallelujah, &c. 4 Papists and masked Proteftants Still new rebellions try, Pop'ry and flav'ry to advance 5 Rome's friends do plot and fight in vain, His gofpel pure he doth maintain, 6 To two Prince Williams, under God, They They ftopt her foes here and abroad: Let God the glory get. 7 He rais'd and bleft them: his ftrong hand He keeps his gospel in the land, Us frees from rack and chains. 8 We thank God, we're in Britain born, HYMN XC. ANOTHER. I CHRIST fees his church in all her ftraits And hears his people's cries. The plots of foes, however clofe, Are all before his eyes. 2 When Antichrift, with all his train, Her mighty King above doth reign, 3 Let Britain ne'er forget her God, 4 Smites not as fhe deserves. Ah Lord, our land's provoking fins A deluge fend from Calvary, To drown them in thy blood. 5 To Britain true repentance give, Change hearts and lives, their fins forgive se 6 About her be a wall of fire, The glory us among; Protect us ftill from Romish ire, And all who would us wrong. 7 Let 7 Let reformation from the throne Spread both 'mong rich and poor: In ev'ry house let God be prais'd, And fin caft to the door. 8 What fhall we render to our God HYMN XCI. BELIEVERS Food at CHRIST's Table. 1 THE angels bright above Do not partake this food: They feast upon their Maker's love, But not a Saviour's blood. 2 Here Chrift his flock doth feed 3 I'll feed and wash me clean 4 God's pity I admire : When wrath 'gainst man did fwell, 5 Father, regard thy Son, Who for us intercedes; His blood cries louder than our fins, And for remiffion pleads. 6 Thou fay'ft, a feast above Shall to thy flock be giv'n; What's wanting at the table here Shall be made up in heav'n. 7 To Chrift, when they afcend, They'll need thefe figns no more; They'll feaft and fhare of heav'nly, fare Chrift keeps for them in ftore. 8 Lord, take me to that feast, Where I fhall fee thy face, 10. And And evermore feed and adore, And bless thee for thy grace. HYMN XCII. CHRIST's dying Love to be remembered. 1 CHRIST faid, when men fell under doom, I freely come, I freely die, 2 Thou, Lord, for them who hated thee, 4 6 Here is God's righteoufnefs brought near, This robe, faith Chrift, I wrought for thee; 7 Here's refuge, peace, eternal life, My blood wipes out the deepest stain, Ten thousand thousands do the fame, HYMN XCIII. CHRIST our RIGHTEOUSNESS and the Soul's ALL. 1 CHRIST feeds his flock, he calls their names, His bofom bears the tender Lambs: Look |