A feeble Saint

Shall win the Day,
Tho' Death and Hell

Obftruct the Way,

HYMN XXV.

CHRIST Our Wifdom, Righteoufnefs, Sanctification, and Redemption.

B

URY'D in Shadows of the Night,

We lie, 'till Chrift reftores the Light;
Wisdom defcends to heal the Blind,
And chase the Darkness of the Mind.

Loft guilty Souls are drown'd in Tears,
'Till the atoning Blood appears;
Then they awake from deep Diftress,
And fing the Lord our Righteoufnefs.

Jefus beholds where Satan reigns,
Binding his Slaves in heavy Chains;
He fets the Pris'ner free, and breaks
The iron Bondage from our Necks.

Poor helpless Worms in thee poffefs
Grace, Wisdom, Power, and Righteousness:
Thou art our mighty All, may we
Give our whole Selves, O Lord, to thee!

H

HYMN XXVI.

The fame.

WOW heavy is the Night,
That hangs upon our Eyes,

"Till Chrift with his reviving Light
Over our Souls arife!

I

Our

Our guilty Spirits dread

To meet the Wrath of Heav'n; But in his Righteousness array'd, We see our Sins forgiv❜n.

Unholy and impure

Are all our Thoughts and Ways; His Hands infected Nature cure, With fanctifying Grace.

The Pow'rs of Hell agree

To hold our Souls in vain

;

He fets the Sons of Bondage free,

And breaks the curfed Chain.

Lord, we adore thy Ways

That bring us near to God:

Thy fov'reign Pow'r, thy healing Grace,

And thine atoning Blood.

HYMN XXVII.

To the HOLY GHOST.

Reator Spirit, by whofe Aid

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The World's Foundations firft were laid,

Come vifit ev'ry waiting Mind,

Come pour thy Joys on Humankind;
From Sin, and Sorrow, fet us free,
And make us Temples worthy thee.

O Source of uncreated Heat,
The Father's promis'd Paraclete!
Thrice holy Fount, immortal Fire,
Our Hearts with heav'nly Love infpire;
Come, and thy facred Unction bring,
To fanctify us while we fing.

Create

Create all new, our Wills controul,
Subdue the Rebel in our Soul;

Chafe from our Minds th' infernal Foe,
And Peace, the Fruit of Faith, bestow;
And left again we go aftray,
Protect and guide us in thy Way.

Immortal Honours, endless Fame,
Attend th Almighty Father's Name;
The Saviour Son be glorify'd,
Who for loft Man's Redemption dy'd;'
And equal Adoration be,
Eternal Comforter, to thee!

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HYMN XXVIII.

The fame.

OME, Holy Ghoft, our Hearts inspire,
Let us thy Influence prove;

Source of the old prophetic Fire,

Fountain of Life and Love.

Come, Holy Ghoft (for moy'd by thee

Thy holy Prophets spoke)

Unlock the Truth, thyfelf the Key,

Unfeal the facred Book.

Expand thy Wings, prolific Dove,
Brood o'er our Nature's Night;
On our disorder'd Spirits move,
And let there now be Light.

God thro' himself we then shall know,
If thou within us fhine;

And found with all thy Saints below,
The Depths of Love Divine.

W

HYMN XXIX.

The fame.

HY fhould the Children of a King
Go mourning all their Days?

Great Comforter, defcend and bring
Some Tokens of thy Grace.

Doft thou not dwell in all thy Saints,
And feal the Heirs of Heav'n?
When wilt thou banish their Complaints,
And fhew their Sins forgiv'n?

Affure each Confcience of its Part
In the Redeemer's Blood,
And bear thy Witness in each Heart,
That it is born of God.

Thou art the Earneft of his Love,
The Pledge of Joys to come;
May thy bleft Wings, celeftial Dove,
Safely convey us home!

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HE King of Glory fends his Son,
To make his Entrance on this Earth;

Behold the Midnight bright as Noon,
And heav'nly Hofts declare his Birth!

About the young Redeemer's Head,
What Wonders and what Glories meet!
An unknown Star arofe, and led
The Eaftern Sages to his Feet.

Simeo

Simeon and Anna both confpire,
The Infant Saviour to proclaim;
Inward they felt the facred Fire,

And blefs'd the Babe, and own'd his Name.

Let Jews and Greeks blafpheme aloud,

And treat the holy Child with Scorn;
Our Souls adore th' eternal God,
Who condefcended to be born.

HYMN XXXI.

The fame.

ARK! the Herald Angels fing

H Glory to the new-born King!

Peace on Earth, and Mercy mild,
God and Sinners reconcil'd.

Joyful all ye Nations rise,

Join the Triumphs of the Skies;
Nature rife and worship him,
Who is born at Bethlehem.

Chrift by highest Heav'n ador'd,
Chrift the everlasting Lord;
Late in Time behold him come,
Offspring of the Virgin's Womb.

Veil'd in Flefh the Godhead fee,
Hail th' incarnate Deity!

Pleas'd as Man with Men t'appear,

Jefus our Emmanuel here.

Hail the Heav'n-born Prince of Peace!

Hail the Son of Righteoufnefs!
Light and Life around he brings,
Ris'n with Healing in his Wings.

Mild