Come holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, HYM N XXIII. The fame. Topraife redeeming Love, Dear Chriftians lend a Voice, Come thou Diviner Dove, And help us to rejoice: Bleft Spirit blow, And we fhall praise. Here, Lord, may we admire, Our Place above. Who can thy Love exprefs! And write a Song HYMN Attempting to praife Chrift. COME and let us now attempt, to Let us come into his Presence, Who did leave his Throne above. This our dear defpifed Saviour, Therefore let us come and Worship, Hark! the Lord to-day inviteth, Men and Angels, &c. Come Come unto the bleeding Saviour, COM OME Sinners to the Gofpel Feast, Come then, ye Souls, by Sin oppreft, Ye Poor and Maim'd, and Halt and Blind, Come and partake the Gofpel-Feast, This is the time, no more Delay, HY M N XXVI. For God fo loved the World, &c. E Ifles far and near, Ye Nations give Ear, The Saviour of Sinners to you doth appear. Ye Ye Mourners look up, The Son of God drank off the dregs of the cup. Why fhould you despair, Salvation is near, How kindly doth Jefus fay, be of good Cheer. What think you but Love, His Bowels did move In fuch Condefcenfion, to come from above. His Soul did fustain, Your Travel and Pain, For you he was wounded, for you he was flain. How long will ye mourn, To Jefus return, For all your tranfgreffions he freely hath born. Are you full of Sin; Then Wash and be Clean, Behold what a righteousness he hath brought in How ftrait is the Road, That leadeth to God; The way of Salvation is mark'd with his blood. Your Sorrows he bore, The Conflict is o'er ; [more Have Faith in his Blood, and your Sins are no HY M N XXVII. RAISE the Lord, his wide Creation PR Praife the Lamb, By whom came Salvation. Jefu Jefu thou art our Defire, forgive us all our Folly, From our Sin, Like thy Spirit, Holy. Save us from the Things forbidden; God of Light, Lead us right, Till we enter Heaven. Love us Lord, thro' Jefu's merit, By thy Grace, Give us Peace, And thy Holy Spirit. Guide us thro' our Griefs and Sorrows; O our God, By thy Blood, Save us from all Terrors. By thee may we be defended, Snares and Woes, 'Till our Days are ended." 'Till the Trump fhall 'wake the Nations: Free from Pain, May we Reign, In Eternal Manfions, HYMN |