1 Whofe heart is made of tenderness, And bowels melt with love. 8 O may thy love constrain mens hearts We've heard thy love has melted rocks ; HYMN VIII. CHRIST's pleading above. I UPON mount Zion's distant top 3 By faith we have thee bleeding feen, By faith we thee now pleading hear, 4 In highest heav'ns the Lamb doth reign; And for us pleads his ftripes and wounds, 5 As newly flain, he ftill prefents 6 In this great Advocate we truft 7 Bleft fouls above, now with the Lamb! Take courage, for we tread their path, 8 Adieu, vain world, with all thy charms; Who pleads to keep's from fin and harms, 9 Hofanna to king David's Son, And to king David's Lord; King David's root and offspring's one HYMN IX. HEAVEN begun on EARTH. 1 OUR Lamb's God-man, in perfon one, This union ftrange is God's device 2 The Lamb is worthy for to reign, Let heav'n and earth, with all their hofts, 3 With thefe to praife we do prefume, Reign here, and in the world to cómé, 4 We praife thee, Son of God, whose pow'r We praife thee, Son of man, whose blood 5 Incarnate God, our Lord, our Love. We'll thee adore, though hell fhould roar, 6 Worthy of glory is the Lamb, 7 Be pow'r and glory ever thine, Thy name be still ador'd; Let all the creatures thee proclaim Hallelujah, &c. 8 Let ev'ry nation, land and tongue Thy wondrous love confefs; Caufe Caufe all men know thy charming name, 9 Now, great Immanuel, to thy name HYMN X. HEAVEN'S HAPPINESS. I 'TIS heaven on earth, Chrift's love to tafte, Hallelujab, Hallelujah, 2 Lord, in my breast the fire doth burn 3. Men here would know the things below; Christ crucify'd alone to know, 4 The sweetest days we have on earth The comforts I enjoy in thefe Do yield me most content. 5 Communion Sabbaths here are sweet; In heav'n the Sabbath fweeter is, As oft we find below. 7 O happy these who fhall afcend 8 There to the Lamb that once was dead, HYMN XI. The LORD our RIGHTEOUSNESS. I WE from our free-will and our works 2 The ftream which from Chrift's pierced fide Muft justify and cleanfe our fouls, Ere we can live with God. 3 Lord, all my doings and my works 4 My righteoufnefs is filthy rags, But, Lord, I plead my Saviour's name, 5 Tho' I could weep a flocd of tears, Christ's blood muit wash me and my tears, 6 Chrift bears the burden of our fins, 7 And of our duties too: His blood muft cleanse our pray'rs and praife And all that we can do. Chrift, who's our Righteoufnefs perfumes Weak Weak mints, thro' Chrift, he doth accept; 8 Chrift's works and wounds alone I truft, I'll ever fing his precious name, HYMN XII. The GOSPEL-PASSOVER. IN this our Gofpel-paffover God fets before our eyes 2 Here view his body broke, and blood To fave our fouls: and thus our Lamb Fulfill'd the Saviour's part. 3 Here divine Wisdom doth provide 4 Here things of fenfe, but there's far more Lo! there is here immortal cheer, 5 Here's for our fouls Chrift's body broke, Here's running ftreams of divine blood, 6 Lord, grant thy prefence with thy guests No mufic can delight our hearts 8 Awake, repentance, faith and love, 9 View here the wounds and dying pangs Of our dear bleeding Lord, |