For it pleafed the Father that in him all Fulness Should dwell.
Precious Saviour, Christ,
All Fulness dwells in thee:
O loving Lamb, give me to feel
Thy Fulness, filling me.
Whatever Sinners want
Lies treasur'd up in thee;
And Grace for Grace they may receive,
Out of thy Fulness free.
Come, Sinners, tafte this Grace !
Behold his loving Heart!
See how your Unbelief him fpear'd,
And caus'd him bitter fmart.
The Way is open free,
The Law is fatisfy'd:
The flaming Sword no more appears,
Since Chrift himself has Dy'd.
Now the full Ranfom's paid,.
Our God demands no more :
Sinners, rejoice in Jefu's Blood,
That inexhaustless Store.
O that you would believe,
That the whole Debt is paid,
Then would your Souls in God rejoice,.
And feel that he's your Aid.
Faith is the gift of God,
And he beftows it free:
Cry to him, helpless Sinner, cry,
And he will give it thee.
All Glory to the Lamb
That dy'd upon the Cross!
For ever bleffed be his Name,
For he was flain for us.
ATHER of Mercies, God of Love,
Whose Bowels of Compaffion move
To Sinners, Vile and Base:
Now bow thine Ear to our Request,
And hear us, for we fain would reft
Upon thy fov'reign Grace.
Display thy Glory, fweetly, Lord
In every Heart, thy Grace afford
To Sinners, fuch as we :
Let us now feel thy pard'ning Love,
And hear thy Voice, celeftial Dove,
Then happy shall we be.
Let every Action, every Thought,
Be into due Subjection brought
To thee, our gracious Lord:
Now let our ftubborn Wills be broke,
And Sin receive the fatal stroke,
By thine Almighty Word.
Then will we fing to thee our Lord,
All Glory to th' eternal Word,
That faves our Souls from Death:
Then fhall we praise thy fov'reign Grace,
And fing the Beauties of thy Face,
While we have Life or Breath.
WEET is the Work, O God our King, To praise thy Name, give thanks and fing, To fhew thy Love by Morning Light, And talk of all thy Truth at Night,
Sweet is the Day of facred Reft,
No mortal Cares fhould feize our Breaft;
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O may our Hearts in tune be found,
Like David's Harp of folemn found.
Our Hearts should triumph in the Lord,
And bless thy Works, and bless thy Word;
Thy works of Grace, how bright they fhine!
How deep thy Counfels! how Divine!
O may we fee, and hear, and know,
What Mortals cannot reach below;
May all our Pow'rs find fweet Employ,
In Chrift's eternal World of Joy.
Longing for the House of God.
ORD of the Worlds above,
How Pleasant and how Fair,
The dwellings of thy Love,
Thy earthly Temples are.
To his Abode
My Soul afpire,
With warm Defire,
To fee thy God.
O happy Souls that pray,
Where God appoints to hear,
O happy Men that pay
Their conftant Service there!
They praise Christ still,
And happy they
That love the Way,
To Zion's Hill.
They go from Strength to Strength,
Thro' this dark vale of tears,
'Till each arrives at length,
'Till each in Heaven appears.
O glorious Seat,
Our God and King,
Us thither bring,
To kifs thy Feet.
The Lord, his People loves,
His Hand no Good with-holds,
From those his Heart approves,
From pure and pious Souls.
Thrice happy he,
O God of Hofts,
Whofe Spirit trusts
Alone in thee.
ET every mortal Ear attend,
With humble Awe, before our God,
While he proclaims the Sinners Friend,.
And fpeaks of Pardon thro' his Blood.
All Power's.committed to his Hands,
The Soul that trufts his Word fhall live,
The Power of his Blood commands,.
The vileft Sinners to Believe.
Behold his Head, his Hands, his Feet,
His bleeding Heart, and wounded Side;
Here at his, Crofs, ye Weary fit,
Behold the Lamb of God that Dy'd.
Look up, ye trembling Sinners all,
And view him with a faithful Eye;
'Tis you, poor Sinners, you, he calls,
He that believes fhall never Die..
Come hither all ye trembling Hoft,
The Saviour fhall your Souls defend,
He came to seek and fave the loft,
Chrift is the Sinners only Friend.
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