When Chrift, with all his Graces crown'd, 'Tis a young Heav'n on earthly Ground, But ah! how foon our Joys decay, And fnatch the heav'nly Scene away, When fhall the time, dear Jefus, when, That we fhall leave thofe Clouds of Sin, We would almost forfake our Clay, HYMN CLXXXV. A Funeral Thought, HARK! from the Tomb a doleful founa, Our Ears attend the Cry, Ye living Men, come view the Ground, Princes, this Clay must be your Bed, In fpite of all your Tow'rs; The Tall, the Wife, the Rev'rend Head, Muft lie as low as Ours. Great Great God! is this our certain Doom? Still walking downward to the Tomb, Grant us the Pow'rs of quick'ning Grace, HYMN HOW CLXXXVI. Jefu's Love. OW fhall we blefs the bleeding Lamb, Give equal Honours to his Name, Or render him the Praises due: Lo! God for Sinners Bleeds and Dies, Our Sins may reach to Heaven above, Is feal'd in Characters of Blood: Oh! for that World which yet remains, His Love fhall then be all our Song, HYMN HYMN CLXXXVII, Adoption. B EHOLD what wond'rous Grace On Sinners of a mortal Race, Nor doth it yet appear, How great they will be made; A Hope fo much divine, May purge their Souls from Senfe and Sin, O Lord, if in thy Love Send down thy Spirit, like a Dove, To reft upon each Heart. Suffer us not to lie Like Slaves before thy Throne, Let each now Abba, Father, cry, And thou the Kindred own. N HYMN CLXXXVIII. OW to the Lord, a noble Song, Hofanna to th' eternal Name, And all his boundlets Love proclaim! E See where it fhines in Jefu's Face, Hath all his mightieft Works outdone. Grace, 'tis a fweet, a charming Theme, Oh that we all may reach the Place, HYMN CLXXXIX. For the Comforter, &c. John xiv. 16. C O ME, thou dear Jefus and reveal, Haften him, Lord, into our Heart, HYMN N The Paffion of Jesus. EVER Love nor Sorrow was Now his heav'nly Birth declare, 66 Faith cries out, 'Tis He! 'Tis He! Well may Heav'n be cloath'd with black, Jefu's Agony partake, The Hour of Darkness fhare : Silence faddens all the Skies, Lord, we bless thee for thy Grace. |