Banquet on angelic food,

FATHER, SON, and SPIRIT know;
Drink the joys that flow from GoD,
And fhall for ever flow.

LXXIV. Walking by Faith."
OME, all who e'er have fet
Your faces Sion-ward,

In JESUS let us meet,

And praifejour common LORD:
In Jésus let us ftill walk on,
Till we appear before his throne.

2 Nearer and nearer ftill

3

4

We to our country come;
To that celeftial hill,

The weary pilgrim's home :
The New Jerufalem above;
The feat of Everlasting Love.
The ranfom'd fons of God,
Terreftrial things we fcorn;

And to our high abode,

With fongs of praife return:

From ftrength to ftrength we fhall procede,

With crowns of joy upon our head,

The peace, and joy, and faith,

Of his ELECT we feel; . . Redeem'd from fin, and wrath,

And death, and earth, and hell: We to our FATHER'S houfe repair; To meet our elder Brother there.

5 Our Brother, Savior, Head, Our All in All is He;

And in his fteps we tread,

And foon his face fhall fee:

Shall fee him with our glorious friends;
And then in heav'n our journey ends.

LXXV. Divine PROVIDENCE.

AWAY, my needlefs fears,

And doubts, no longer mine!.

A ray of heav'nly light appears,
A meffenger divine:

Thrice comfortable hope,
That calms my ftormy breaft;
MY FATHER'S hand prepares the cup,

My

And what He wills is best.

2 He knows whate'er I want,
He fees my helplessness;
And always readier is to grant,
Than I to afk, his grace:

3

My fearful heart he reads, Secures my foul from harms; While, underneath, his mercy fpreads It's everlafting arms.

Here is firm footing; here,

My foul, is folid rock;

To break the waves of grief and fear,

And trouble's rudeft fhock:

This only can fustain,

When heav'n and earth remove

O turn thee to thy reft again,
Thy God's eternal love!

To Him again I turn,

And shelter in his breaft;

His will (det me rejoice or mourn)

His will is furely beft:

His kill infallible,

His providential grace,

His pow'r and truth, that never fail,

Shall order all my ways.

The fictious pow'rs of chance
And fortune I defy;

My life's minuteft circumftance

Is fubject to his eye:

He hears the ravens call,
Nor can his children grieve,
Nor can a worthlefs fparrow fall,

Without my

FATHER'S leave.

O might I doubt no more,
But in his pleafure reft;

Whose wisdom, love, and truth, and pow'r,
Engage to make me bleft!

T'accomplish his defign,
The creatures all agree;
And ev'ry attribute divine
Is now at work for me.

SAL

LXXVI, Salvation."

ALVATION, O the joyful found!
What mufic to our ears!

A fov'reign balm for ev'ry wound,
A cordial for our fears.

2 Bury'd in forrow and in fin,
At hell's dark door we, lay:
But we are rais'd, by grace divine,
To fee the gospel-day.

3 Salvation! let the echo fly

The fpacious earth around; While all the armys of the sky Confpire to raise the found.

LXXVII. Praife to CHRIST.

OSANNA to our conqu'ring King!
All-hail, INCARNATE LOVE!

Ten thousand thoufand glorys wait
To crown thy head above.

2 Thy vict'rys, and thy deathlefs fame,
Through the wide world fhall run;
And everlafting ages fing

The triumphs thou haft won.

3 In humble notes our faith adores. The great mysterious King;

While angels ftrain their nobler pow'rs, And fweep th' immortal ftring..

THO

LXXVIII. Waiting

HOU, who for finners once waft flain, Once dead, but now alive again; Give me to know, to tafte, to prove, The pow'r and sweetness of thy love, 2 Give me to feel my fins forgiv'n, And know myself an heir of heav'n; My confcience fprinkle with thy blood, And fill me with the love of Gop.

Topladys.

LXXIX. FREE JUSTIFICATION.

I N vain do blind Arminians try
By works themselves to justify:
Thy righteoufnefs, O God, excedes
Mens dutys and their brightest deeds.
2 Proud Pharifees fhall ftrive in vain
The law's perfection to attain:
While finners, felf-condemn'd, receive
The gift of Righteoufnefs, and live.
3 JESUS, thy life hath clearly fhow'd
What means the Righteoufnefs of GOD
On Thee thy people's hope is laid,
By thy Obedience righteous made.

4 And, where thy Righteoufnefs is giv❜n,
Thy SPIRIT fanctifies for heav'n;
And ftill renews us by his grace,
'Till perfected in holiness. a digi