Thou doft conduct thy People Whilft thou art near, The Fire of Tribulation. Break thro' them all, HY M N XX. Leffed are the Sons of God, ᏴᏞ They are bought with Chrift's own Blood, They are ranfom'd from the Grave, Life eternal they shall have. God did love them in his Son, Long before the World begun ; When on Jefus they believe. They are juftify'd by Grace, All their Sins are wash'd away, They shall stand in God's great Day. They alone are truly bleft, Heirs of God, Joint Heirs with Chrift; HYMN Co HYMN XXI. 2 Cor. i. 5. OME on my Partners in Distress, A while forget your Griefs and Fears, See where the Lamb in Glory stands, And all that Heaven is ours. Who fuffer for our Mafter here, The Cross, fhall wear the Crown. Thrice bleffed blifs, infpiring Hope, IN Jefu's Name our Souls we bow, O come, and all our Hearts prepare Come, holy, holy, holy Lord, From Heav'n, thy lofty Throne, Pour out thy Bleffings on our Souls, WE HAT Tongue can fully tell, Who would do all Thing well, Foul Envy lurk, And Luft and Work, Engendring Sin. Poor, Poor, wretched, worthlefs Worm, Is all unclean! Thou all-fufficient Lamb, S For thine is all the Pow'r : EE, my Soul, thy Saviour Dying On the Tree, To fave thee, On his Cross relying. How does he in Torture languish! There he Hangs, Full of Pangs, To relieve thy Anguish. Was thy Lord fo lately bleeding, He fits down, On a Throne, Ever interceding. He He makes ceafelefs Supplication For more Grace, Pardon and Salvation. When thou art in Want or Danger, Chrift is thine, He lay in a Manger. Art thou try'd with fierce Temptation, Chrift is near, He is thy Salvation. Art thou funk in Fear and Doubting, By each fhake, Thou shalt take Deeper, deeper rooting. Hildren of the heav'nly King, We are trav'ling Home to God, |