This pluck'd me from the jaws of hell→→ 4 I fpurn'd his grace, I broke his laws, HA HYMN CXX. APPY the man that finds the grace, The bleffing of God's chofen race, The wifdom coming from above, . The faith that (weetly works by love. 2 Happy beyond description he Who knows the Saviour dy'd for me, The gift unfpeakable obtains And heav'nly understanding gains. 3 Wifdom divine! Who tells the price Of Wisdom's coftly merchandize? Wisdom to filver we prefer, And gold is dross, compar'd to her. 4 Her hands are fill'd with length of days, HYMN CXXI. HAPPY the fouls to Jefus join'd, And fav'd by grace alone; 2 The church triumphant in thy love, They fing the Lamb in hymns above, 3 Thee in thy glorious realm they praise, 4 The holy to the holy' leads; 2 3 5 HYMN CXXII. LET earth and heav'n agree, Angels and men be join'd, The Saviour of mankind ; T'adore the all-atoning Lamb, The joy of earth and heav'n, No other name is giv'n By which we can falvation have, It charms the hosts above; 'Tis all their happiness to gaze, 'Tis mufic in his ears, 'Tis life and victory; New fongs do now his lips employ, Stung by the fcorpion, fin, My poor expiring foul And is at once made whole; See there my Lord upon the tree! I hear, I feel he dy'd for me. 6 O, unexampled love! O, all redeeming grace! How fwiftly didft thou move 2 7 8 I 2 3 What fhall I do to make it known, On all the world to call; In him who dy'd for all! To ferve thy bleffed will, Thy dying love to praife, And minifter thy grace; Freely what I receive to give, HYMN CXXIII. ARISE, my foul, arife, Shake off thy guilty fears," In my behalf appears; Before the throne my furety ftands; He ever lives above, For me to intercede; His all-redeeming love, His precious blood to plead :: And fprinkles now the throne of Grace. Five bleeding wounds he bears, They pour effectual pray❜rs, Forgive him, O forgive! they cry, 4. 5 The Father hears him pray, The prefence of his Son : His pard'ning voice I hear; I can no longer fear: With confidence I now draw nigh, And Father, Abba Father, cry! I HYMN, CXXIV. My God, I am thine, What a comfort divine; What a bleffing to know that my Jefus is mine! In the heavenly Lamb Thrice happy I am, And my heart it doth dance at the found of his name. True pleafures abound 2 In the rapturous found; And whoever hath found it, hath paradife found. My Jefus to know, And feel his blood flow, 'Tis life everlafting, 'tis heaven below! 3 Yet onward I hate To the heavenly feat; That, that is the fulnels; but this is the tales And this hall' prove, Till with joy I reinove To the heaven of heavens in Jefus's love. ! 1 T HYMN CXXV. HY ceafelefs, anexhausted love,. Unmerited and free, Delights our evil to remove, And helps our mifery.. K |