How great was thy Love, To God might return. How foon will thy Seat And welcome Thee there! Thy witneffing Spirit In us fhed abroad, And bid us inherit The Kingdom of God. H HY M CCXXXI. Praife to Chrift. AIL thou once despised Jefus ! Who didft fuffer to releafe us, Who haft born our Sin and Shame, By whofe Merits we find Favour, Life is given thro' thy Name! Pafchal Lamb by God appointed, Thou haft full Atonement made; Ev'ry Sin may be forgiv❜n, Thro' the virtue of thy Blood, Open'd is the Gate of Heaven, Peace is made 'twixt Man and God. Jefus Hail! enthron'd in Glory, All the Heavenly Hofts adore Thee, Worship, Honour, Power and Bleffing, Meet it is for us to give, Help, ye bright angelic Spirits, Bring your sweeteft, nobleft Lays, Help to fing our Jefu's Merits, Help to chaunt Emmanuel's Praise. HYMN CCXXXII. Imploring for God's Protection, Ever-living Priest, We Sinners come to thee; Deny not our Request, We've no where else to flee; We ask thee, Lord, to ftand between Offended God, and finful Men.. When When Tempefts from above, Avert impending Wrath Nor let thy favour'd Land, The Judgment of thy Hand'; HYMN CCXXXIII. For Great Britain. Sinful Britain, now Repent, Turn from your Sins, and you fhall prove How long will ye in Darkness dwell? Sinners, obey the Gospel call, Let every one that thirfteth, come To Jefu's Arms, for there is room; Repent, and in his Name believe, And you, Forgiveness fhall receive. HYMN HYMN HOW CCXXXIV. The fame. OW fhall we addrefs thy Throne, Merit we have none to bring, Lord, we are a treach'rous Race! Monuments of thy Free Grace, Former Favours now excite ου HYMN CCXXXV. On a Faft-Day. UR Saviour, our God, And fhew thyself now We evermore find, Arife, O our God, And scatter thy Foes, Of Men, thou haft chofe; Remember the Land, Which thou doft delight, To guard with thy Hand, By Day and by Night: Remember the Nation, To which thou haft given, The News of Salvation, By Chrift brought from Heaven. We own we've abus'd Thy Mercy and Grace, The Days of our Peace: HYMN CCXXXVI. The fame. Righteous God, thou Judge fupreme! And all our crying Guilt we own, Juftly |