2 Aliam'd of Jefus ! fooner far 3 4 Aham'd of Jefus ! Yes I may, 5 Till then, nor is the boafting vain, HYMN CXXXII. HE dies, the friend of finners dies! Lo Salem's daughters weep around, A fudden trembling fhakes the ground! A thousand drops of richer blood. 3 Break off your tears, ye faints, and tell How high our great Deliv'rer reigns; Sing how he spoil'd the hofts of hell, And led the monster, Death, in chains: Say, "Live for ever, wond'rous King! "Born to redeem, and strong to fave!" Then afk the monster-" Where's thy fting? "And, where's thy vict'ry, boasting grave?" HYMN CXXXIII. THE defpifed Nazarene, Who is chief in my esteem; Mark'd with fcourges, nails, and spear, None among the fons of men, Who to me is ever dear. 2 Had I Gabriel's heav'nly tongue, Let my fellow-creatures prove HYMN CXXXIV. FOR PILGRIMS. YE happy Pilgrims come, Your drooping fpirits raife, CHORU S. Hallelujab, ballelujah, hallelujah, Rife, this is not our rest, Why feek it here in vain ? When ready for the marriage feast, We there our reft fhall gain. We reft from fin below, Hallelujab, &c.. From fuff'ring up on ligh, If in the ways of grace we go As ftrangers here we live, Hallelujab, &c. And all our hearts to Jefus give, And leave the world behind. Hallelujah, Thus faints in ancient days A country fought above And haften'd their with fongs of praise, Hallelujab, &c. Their fteps let us pursue, And fight our paffage through, Hallelujab, &c. The prize-behold how bright It glitters through the sky! Hafte, pilgrims hafte, and run, and fight, And feize the crown fo nigh. Hallelujah, &c. HYMN CXXXV. THOU to whom all creatures bow Thro' all the world how great art thou! 2 In heav'n thy wond'rous acts are fung, And yet thou mak'ft the infant tongue 3 What's man, fay I, that, Lord, thou lov'ft To keep him in thy mind? Or what his offspring, that thou prov't CHORUS. To that great undivided Three, One God, whom heav'n and earth adore, As 'tavas and is, all glory be, Till time itself fhall be no more. Hallelujah, HYMN CXXXVI. PLUNG'D in a gulph of dark despair, We wretched finners lay, Without one cheering beam of hope, 2 With pitying eyes the Prince of grace He faw, and (Oh! amazing love!) 3 Down from the fhining feats above, 4 Oh! for this love, let rocks and hills And all harmonious human tongues 5 Angels, affift our mighty joys, HYMN CXXXVII. VAIN, delufive world, adieu, With all of creature-good, Who bought me with his blood! I trample on thy wealth and pride; And Jefus crucify'd! 2 Other knowledge I difdain, 'Tis all but vanity: Chrift, the Lamb of God, was flain, He tafted death for me! The fin atoning victim dy'd l Only Jefus will I know, And Jefus crucify'd ! |