Jefus, and all in him, is theirs, God is their own, and God is Love, To God the Father, King fupreme, Eph. vi. 11, 12. Put on the whole Armour, &c. Soldiers, hear the Trumpet founding, Men of War, Now prepare, In Chrift's ftrength abounding. See your Captain juft before ye, In his Might, Win a Crown of Glory.. Gird Gird the Gofpel Truths around you, Keep them close, Never fhall confound you. Jefu's Righteousness imputed, On your Breaft, Is a Robe well fuited. Take the Gospel Preparation, From pure Conversation. Truft in Jefu's Blood and Merit, Take the Sword Of his holy Spirit. Take the Helmet of Salvation, Baffle Snares, Caft off Fears, Fight thro' Tribulation.. Fight in Faith, ftill waxing ftronger, Win the Day, Force your Way, "Till you more than Conquer. C For publick Worship. COME deareft Saviour from above, And. And sweetly fhed abroad thy Love, Into thy Temple, Lord, we come, How happy 'tis, when Men agree, To love and praise the Lord. Remove whate'er our Souls may part Thy Tabernacles here below Where living ftreams of Pleasure flow, HYMN The fame. CLXXIV. LORD, how awful is the Place, Where thou art pleas'd to fhew thy Face, And manifeft thy Love: How we rejoice when thou art near, A type of Heaven above.. Come Come here and fee, and taste how sweet Their Hearts are knocking at his Gate, Their Praifes eccho thro' the Skies, Our warm Affections move : Praying for Compaffion. DYING Friend of Sinners hear us, In thine Ordinance be near us, By thy meritorious Dying, Hear Hear, O hear our Pray'r unceafing, T HE Voice of my beloved founds, He flies exulting o'er the Hills, And all my Soul with tranfport fills, Rife, my Love, and come away. The fcatter'd Clouds are fled at laft, Coes the Turtle-Dove alone. The Voice of my beloved founds, While o'er the mountain tops he bounds, He flies exulting o'er the Hills, And all my Soul with tranfport fills: Gently doth be chide my Stay, Rife, my Love, and come away. HYMN |