I HYMN WHE LXXII. HEN I furvey the wond'rous Crofs, 3 See from his Head, his Hands, his Feet, A T thy Command, our deareft Lord, We hope for heav'nly Crowns above, 3 Let the vain World pronounce it Shame, And fling their Scandals on thy Cause; We We come to boaft our Saviour's Name, HYMN LXXIV. THIS, only this, fubdues the Fear of Death. And what is this? furvey thewond'rous Cure; And at each Step let higher Wonder rife! Pardon for infinite Offence! and Pardon Through Means, that speak its Value infinite! APardon bought with Blood! with Blood divine! With Blood divine of him I made my Foe! Perfifted to provoke! though woo'd, and aw'd, Bleft, and chaftis'd, a flagrant Rebel ftill! A Rebel 'midft the Thunders of his Throne! Nor I alone; a Rebel Univerfe My Species up in Arms! not one exempt! empty Yet for the Fouleft of the Foul heies. Moftjoy'd fortheRedeem'd from deepest Guilt! As if our Race were held of highest Rank; And Godhead dearer, as more kind to Man! Bound, ev'ryHeart! and, ev'ry Bofom, burn! Oh what a Scale of Miracles is here! I HYMN LXXV. ALL Praife to the Lord, all Praife is his Due; To Day is his Word to God thro' his Name; i HYMN LXXVI. OUR Shepherd alone, the Lord, let us bless; Who fits on the Throne 2 We daily will fing thy Merits and Praise, Thou merciful Spring of Pity and Grace: Thy Thy Kindness for ever 3 Preferve us in Love compleated in thee! HYMN LXXVII. NAKED as from the Earth we came, and crept to Life at first ; We to the Earth return again, and mingle with the Duft. 2 The dear Delights we here enjoy and fondly call our own, Are but short Favours borrow'd now, to be repaid anon. 3 'Tis God that lifts our Comforts high, or finks them to the Grave; He gives, and bleffed be his Name!) he takes but what he gave. 4 Peace all our angry Paffions then, let each rebellious Sigh Be filent at his fov'reign Will, and ev'ry Murmur die. 5 If fmiling Mercy crown our Lives, that ftrikes our Comforts dead. HYMN LXXVIII. Confin'd in Bodies, groan; 2 Jefus, who came to fave, The Lamb for Sinniers flain, Perfum'd the Chambers of the Grave, 3 Why fear we then to truft 4 Forbear, my Friends, to weep, I STRANGERS and Sojourners below, We |