A HYMN LXXXVIII. The Christian Race. WAK E our Souls (away our Fears, Let every trembling Thought be gone) Awake and run the heav'nly Race, And put a chearful Courage on. True 'tis a strait and thorny Road, O mighty God, thy matchless Pow'r From thee, the overflowing Spring, While fuch as truft their native Strength, Swift as an Eagle cuts the Air, HYMN LXXXIX. We love him because he first loved us. OF F him who did Salvation bring, Arife, ye guilty, he'll forgive; Eternal Eternal Lord, Almighty King, All Heav'n doth with thy Triumphs ring; To shame our Sins, Chrift blufh'd in Blood, Let all the Word fall down and know, T HYMN XC. Perfevering Grace. O God the only wife, Our Saviour and our King, Let all the Saints below the Skies 'Tis his Almighty Love, Preferves us fafe from Sin and Death, He will present his Saints, Then all the chofen Seed To our Redeemer God, Wisdom and Pow'r belongs, Immortal Crowns of Majesty, O HYMN XCI. To Jefus Christ. Thou in whom the Gentiles trust, Oh tune our Souls to praise thy Name, 'If Angels, whilft to thee they fing, Glory to thee, aufpicious Lamb! Live, ever glorious Jefus ! live, With ev'ry Pow'r beneath thy Feet. HYMN XCII. Unfruitfulness. ONG have we fet beneath the Sound But fill how weak our Faith is found, Oft we frequent thy holy Place, Our Our gracious Saviour and our God, How cold and feeble is our Love, Great God, thy fov'reign Aid impart, And make us learn thy Grace. Shew our forgetful Feet the way Where Knowledge grows without Decay, Ꮓ The Church a Garden. ION's a Garden wall'd around, Chofen, and made peculiar Ground; A little Spot enclos'd by Grace, Out of the World's wide Wilderness. Like Spicy Trees, Believers ftand, Awake, O heav'nly Wind, and come, . Spirit divine, defcend, and breathe Make thou our Spices flow abroad, Let Faith, and Love, and Joy appear; H HYMN XCIV. Redemption found. OLY Lamb, who thee receive, Fix, O fix each wav'ring Mind, Duft and Afhes tho' we be, Boundless Wifdom, Power divine, HYMN XCV. Complaining of fpiritual Sloth. 2 drowsy Pow'rs, why fleep ye fo? 5 Nothing |