ESU, exert thy gracious Power, The trumpet of Salvation blow: Thy Goodnefs and long-fuffering, Lord, The Day draws near, that Day of thine, Angels admire thy wond'rous Love, When once we reach the heav'nly Throng, HYMN A HYMN Sincere Praife. RISE, O our Souls, Our Sins, O our God, Remember no more; XLI. HYMN Racious Lord, incline thine Ear, O my Lord, what fhall I fay? Lord, I cannot come to thee, Love me freely flaughter'd Lamb, HYMN HYMN XLIII. The Chriftian Race. Ervants of Chrift arife! SE Stand forth, prepare to run Towards the mark, lift up your Eyes, And manfully go on : For Strength to Jefus pray, Eftablish Lord our Feet Take every Weight and Sin away, The Way before you lies, Your Foes, in Jefu's Strength despise, Where traps and fnares are spread, To Jefus ftill look up, Faften on him your Eyes, Make larger Progrefs, and ne'er ftop, 'Till you obtain the Prize: In Unity go on, For why should we contend, There's room enough for all to run, And Heav'n is at the end. You do not run for nought, Your Labour shall not be forgot, t Open Open the Eye of Faith, And view the Crown on high, Break thro' the fnares of Sin and Death, This fhall be our whole Work the rest of our We have nothing to boast, But when we were loft [whole Coft. Christ's Blood was the ranfom that paid the 'Tis this we'll proclaim, The Blood of the Lamb, And this we will speak of again and again. What Pardon refounds From his Blood and Wounds! To chiefeft of Sinners his free Grace abounds. For Oh! 'tis moft fweet To fit at his Feet, And his bitter Suff'rings we'll often repeat. O then |