Worship, Honour, Thanks and Bleffing, One in Three, Give we thee, Never, never ceafing. HYMN CCXV. God's unchangeableness, Efore the Earth or Worlds were made, BE Our Fathers Heart did move ; His Mercy no beginning had, He is Eternal Love. All Nature may be out of course, The Love of God is ftill in force, How miferable fhould we be? If once the Blood of Chrift we feel, The Lord will fcourge us if we ftray, His Mercies never cease, The Lord will never take away The The Peace which Jefu's Blood procures, And fixes in the Heart; To all Eternity endures, And never fhall depart. H At the Death of a Believer. Ofanna to Jefus on high ! And lodg'd in Emmanuel's Breaft: And clafp'd in the Arms of his Love. How happy the Angels that fall The Saints whom he fooneft fhall call Who next from his Dungeon fhall fly ? My merciful God Is it I? O Jefus if this be thy Will, That fuddenly I fhould depart, Thy Council of Mercy reveal, And whisper the Call to my Heart : O give me a Signal to know If foon thou would't have me to move, And leave the dull Body below, And fly to the Regions of Love. Cor. xv. HYMN CCXVII. What is fown in Corruption, is, &c. ONS of God by bleft Adoption, What is fown in Death's dishonour, Jefus thy rich Confolations, For our Change our Hearts prepare, BE HYMN CCXVIII. At a Funeral. Ehold! our Brother's happy Soul Is gone where endless Pleasures dwell, All Tears are wiped from his Eyes, And he from Sin releas'd: Caught up to God above the Skies, Where weary'd Spirits reft. Soon Soon fhall this Body glorious rife, Teach us, Almighty God, and true, Prepare us for the folemn Day, TH HEE we adore eternal Name, How feeble is our mortal Frame ! Our wafting Lives grow fhorter ftill, The Year rolls round, and steals away Dangers ftand thick thro' all the Ground, Great God! on what a flender Thread Hang everlafting things; Th'eternal ftate of all the Dead, Upon Life's feeble strings. Infinite Joys, and endless Woe, Waken, O Lord, our drowsy Sense, HY M N CCXX. At the Death or Burial of a Chriftian. Ight dear in the Almighty's Sight, Right in And born to everlasting Light, How bleft are they whofe Work is done! "Enter my Joy, and fhare my Throne, Blefs'd |