The Temple's Veil in funder breaks, 'Tis done! the precious Ranfom's paid, See where he bows his facred Head. But foon he'll break Death's envious Chain, HYMN OGOD of all Grace, XX. Thy Goodness we praise, Thy Son thou haft given to Die in our Place. With Joy we approve, 'Tis a wonder on Earth, and a wonder above. Tongue cannot explain That Love of God Man, Which the Angels defire to look to in vain. It dazzles our Eyes, Thoughts cannot arife, To find out a Caufe, why the Infinite Dies. Love mov'd him to Die, And on this we rely, He hath lov'd, he hath lov'd us, we cannot [ tell why. But But this we can tell, He hath lov'd us fo well, As to lay down his Life to redeem us from Hell. We all fhould commend When Time is no more, We ftill fhall adore That Ocean of Love,without Bottom or Shore. HERE, Lord, may we admire The Riches of thy Grace, 'Till thou fhalt call us higher, There to behold thy Face: Oh Height of Grace! Oh Depth of Love! Our Place above. Who can thy Love exprefs? And write a Song For every Breath. HRIST our Paffover, for us Let Let him be remember'd thus, We are bound, above the reft, Jefus, Mafter of the Feaft, Now receive the meanest Gueft, And comfort every Heart: Give us living Bread to eat, Manna that from Heaven comes down, Fill us with Immortal Meat, And make thy Nature known. In this barren Wilderness, H Admiring the Love of Christ. OW fhall I blefs the bleeding Lamb, Give equal Honours to his Name, Lo! God for Sinners bleeds and dies, His His Love is large, and knows no bound, His Grace o'er all our Sins abound; The Truth of this great Mystery. O for that World which yet remains, His Love fhall then be all our Song, DI HYMN Ifturb'd and diftrefs'd, I never fhall reft Till Jefus is mine, Of God in my Heart. The Gospel reports, XXIV. Why Why are ye afraid, W HAT folid Sweetnefs they poffefs, Who truft in Jefu's Righteousness, And feel his Precious Blood; May I, of that bleft Number be, Jefu, on thee I caft my Care, The anguifh of my Spirit fee, O caft a pitying Eye on me, Bid me return to reft. Come quickly for thy Mercies fake, My Saviour, and my Friend. Lord, when wilt thou my Soul receive Thy |