B EHOLD! the Love of God, His Son he graciously beftow'd, His only Son he gave, That Sinners, who believe, Enlarge your Hearts, and praise This is the Work of God, O may our inmoft Souls rely, And with our Hearts believe, To Life and Peace reftor'd, May May all our Pow'rs awake, Like Eagles we mount up, and take B LOW ye, the Trumpet, blow, Let all the Nations know, Jefus, our great High Prieft, Ye mournful Souls be glad : Extol the Lamb of God, Ye Slaves of Sin and Hell, Your Liberty receive, And bleft in Jefus Live. Ye, F 4 Ye, who have Sold for nought Shall have it back un-bought, The Gospel-Trumpet hear, HYM N CXIV. Spiritual Distress. OUR God! our State behold, How our Souls to Sin are Sold, And fpeedily to help us come; Full of Anguifh, full of Pain, To thee we make our Cry; Thou who waft for Rebels flain, On fatal Calvary. Jefus, Mafter. Doubts and Darknefs hedge us round, O bid them all depart; Foes on every Side are found, And Sin doth grieve our Heart. Jefus, Master. Caft Caft us not away from thee, Tho' loft and dead in Sin. HYMN CXV. Set your Affections on Things above. Col. iii. 2. N OW raise your thankful Voice, Leave Earth and all its Toys, Rejoice alone in God: Dearly we're bought, highly esteem'd, Christians are Priests and Kings, All born of heav'nly Birth, Then think on nobler things, Dearly, &c. With Heart, and Soul, and Mind, Exalt redeeming Love, Leave worldly Cares behind, Dearly, &c. Lift up your ravifh'd Eyes, Be Be to this World as dead, Who foon fhall call us Home: L ORD, attend to our Petition, What we want, Give unfeign'd Contrition. O we want the Balm of Gilead, We implore, With it to be filled. Faith we want, on thee our Saviour, Firm t'endure, True and fure, 'Till thou us deliver, Make us willing, O our Father! And among Thy lov'd Throng, Us to Jefus gather. Here we have no ftedfaft Manfion, O our Lord, Living Word, Be our fure Salvation. Lift |