G HYMN LXXXVIII. God's Eternal Dominion. REAT God, how Infinite art thou! Thy Throne eternal Ages ftood, Eternity, with all its Years, Stands prefent in thy View: Our Lives thro' various Scenes are drawn, Great God, how Infinite art thou ! And HYMN LXXXIX. Complaint of Ingratitude. IS this the kind return? And these the Thanks we owe? Thus to abuse eternal Love, Whence all our Bleffings flow. E 4 Το To what a ftubborn Frame, What strange rebellious Wretches we ? On us, he bids the Sun For us, the Stars their Circles run, To lengthen out our Days. The Brutes obey their God, And bow their Necks to Men! But we more bafe, more brutish Things, Turn, turn us, mighty God, And mould our Souls afresh Break, fov'reign Grace, thefe Hearts of Stone, And give us Hearts of Flesh. Let old Ingratitude Provoke our weeping Eyes, And hourly as new Mercies fall, Let hourly Thanks arise. What fhall we do our Saviour to praise ? So ftrong to deliver, fo good to redeem How e; How happy the Man, whofe Heart is fet free! Their daily Delight fhall be in thy Name, They fhall, as their right, thy Righteousnefs (claim, Thy Righteousness wearing, and cleans'd by thy Blood, Bold fhall they appear in the Presence of God, For thou art their Boaft, their Glory & Power, Thy Name is as Ointment, &c. Cant, i. 3. TH HE Name of Chrift, how sweet the found! Angels admire his wond'rous. Name,.. Jefu, at thy great Name we bow, At thy blefs'd Feet, we wait to prove Of Of this tremendous Name we boast, Here is our Rock, our Shield and Tower, We'll praise this Name, all the Day long When we arrive before the Throne, S' HYMN XCII. Hope in an unchangeable Covenant. IN and Satan oft have ftrove, To rend our Souls from thee, our God, But everlasting is thy Love, And Jefus feals it with his Blood. Amidft Temptations fharp and ftrong, The Gospel bears our Spirits up, HYMN L ET every mortal Ear attend, Ye Souls that's with Temptation's tofs'd, While God proclaims the Sinners Friend, Jefus, the Saviour of the loft: For ever bleffed be his Name, A Friend of Sinners ftill the fame. Sinners, obey the Gospel Call, Whoe'er believes in Chrift fhall live; To you, the Saviour calls, to you, Come, let us view his bleeding Heart, Our Sins have caus'd him piercing Smart, For ever bleffed, &c. Awake, awake, ye fleepy Souls! Prifoners of Hope, here's the ftrong Hold! HYMN |