5 Let Jefu's friends with humble faith His table compass round, Partake his food, admire his blood, That fprings from ev'ry wound. 60 Let the flinty ftubborn heart, Which threat'nings cannot move, 7 Let no fin in my heart remain 8 Let worldly clogs all ftay behind, Let faith's wings now be ftretched out, HYMN XXX. CHRIST the Bread of Life. 1 CHRIST's flesh and blood, the rarest food That ever was pro par'd, Is fet before the needy's door; Yet iew it do regard. 2 Shall ftarving fouls flight fuch a feast, And chufe to feed on fwinish lufts 3 Here bread of life, which doth exceed Our bread is Christ, substantial food! 5 Who ate their manna now are dead, Lord, evermore give us this bread," Give faith to eat, that we may live, 6 With heav'nly manna fent by God Since richly is thy table ftor'd 7 For multitudes there is enough Ten thousand thoufands all at once 8 Dear Jefus, meet with hungry fouls, 9 O Bread of life, we ftarving come When fome thou fill'ft, us pass not by; HYMN XXXI. GOD's hiding his face is grievous. I A BEGGAR, Lord, cries for an alms; Be not a ftranger in our land, When fouls their wants do fee. 3 When, Lord, thou hid'ft thy face from me, Like fading flow'rs I mourn: 4 I droop, I grieve, I can't look up, I'll of no other cross complain But oh the hiding of thy face I cannot think upon. 5 Lord, when thou fmil'ft, I conquer fin ; I then get ev'ry thought, And all that's oppofite to thee, Into fubjection brought. 6 But, when thou hid'ft, I lose my strength; Like Samfon when betray'd, 7 My locks are cut, my heart is faint, If clouds remain, I'll wander far Out of the king's high-way; If If Chrift his loft sheep do not feek, Still farther will I ftray. 8 Good Shepherd, feek and bring me home; HYMN XXXII. The MOURNING PENITENT. I WITH low abasement I reflect I fee my nature black and ftain'd 2 In fin and guilt I was conceiv'd And early was expos'd unto Both first and fecond death. 3 My heart and life fin doth corrupt, 4 How awful is the thund'ring voice To criminals who break God's laws, 5 With trembling this would fill my foul, Did I not fee on Zion mount The Lamb for fin that bled. 6 A finner I, thro' Adam's fall, 7 Unto this way I mourning look, If thou declinest helping me, 8 Thy word faith, I fhould not defpond, But plead and keep in mind The blood and bowels of the Lamb, HYMN HYMN XXXIII. The Penitent Sinner's Hope. 1 IN Jefu's name a penitent Doth at God's footstool ly; My fins I do confefs and mourn, 2 Chrift bids me afk, and feek, and knock, Thus I feek pardon and relief; 4 The doctrine of free grace I plead, Thousands have try'd it, and are wash'd; 7 I plead thy blood, and ancient love; 8 That trembling woman in diftrefs HYMN XXXIV. Thanksgiving to GOD the FATHER. í PRAISE to the Father's love, that gave His dear and only Son' Το To be our priest and facrifice, For our fins to atone. 2 Thou gav'ft thy Son and Spirit both 3 But drops of tears can ne'er repay Our whole felves then we give to thee; 4 We praise thee, Son, who in our room We praise thee, Spirit, who applies 5 Slain beafts for fin could not atone : 6 This facrifice, more precious 7 Father, thy love me overwhelms : That thou hast not withheld thy Son, 8 When men rejoice in earthly things, 9 Father, to thee eternally Our grateful fongs we'll raife; 1 HYMN |