For he's my ftrength and righteousness, 2 Allow me, Lord, to fall and ly To spread out my complaints and griefs, 3 With fhame and grief I do bewail For all the wounds my fins gave Christ, 4 Alas! I oft turn cold and dead, Yea, flow to praise the Lamb of God, 5 Backfliding hearts thou feeft we have, 6 Whatever cross thou lay'ft on us, We'll not refufe the rod. 7 But, Lord, we dread inward decays From these our fouls relieve and keep, 8 My Lord, betwixt my foul and thee 9 No cold nor drynefs let there be ; Let Jefu's blood bring mountains down, And diftance áll remove : Make me, like Enoch, walk with God, And spend my time in love. N. B. I advertise now (as I did before the 13th Hymn) that the fourteen following Hymns are compofed in dif ferent Meafures. See the Reafon given before. HYMN XLVII. The REPENTING PRODIGAL. 1 FATHER, behold, thy fon, A wand'ring prodigal, By By fin and folly quite undone, Now at thy feet doth fall. 2 Afham'd of all my ways, My wand'rings I confefs; I fee great need of Jefu's blood, And his pure righteousness. 3 Open thine arms to me, And take the wand'rer home: By gofpel-offers I'm affur'd, Thro' Chrift to me there's room. 4 I felf-condemned ly; O hear my humble pray'r: Thou feed'ft the ravens when they cry, Soul-food for me prepare. 5 Father of mercies, hear; Thy bleffing now bestow : For this I cry, and wrestling ly, And will not let thee go. 6 O fay, "This is my fon, Once dead, but now doth live, Once loft, but now in Chrift is found; I do him home receive." 7 O great Immanuel, Accept my new-born cry; HYMN XLVIII. Weak FAITH not rejected. I SEE Chrift's bleeding fide; In free love me embrace : In weaknefs great on thee I call, 3 I wait at thy command, When thou wilt fend thy healing pow'r 4 Thou know'ft my feeble voice, The gofpel method is my choice, 5 Thou know'ft my hearts defire, 6" Poor foul, of little faith, O wherefore doft thou doubt ? 7 On thy word I depend, My weak faith ftrengthen and defend, 8 Teach me to know thy name Thy title alfo to proclaim, "The Lord our Righteoufaefs." HYMN XLIX. The Remembrance of CHRIST in the Supper. 1 CHRIST in that night he was betray'd, fake, "Let all drink and remember me." 3 Your pardon, with what's for your good, Is purchas'd by my dearest blood: My blood to you makes pardon free; In drinking, then, remember me. 4 For hungry fouls here's manna rare, God fends from heaven for your fare; This manna falls now plenteously: 5 In eating, then, remember me. Here God fits on a throne of grace, Where finful men may fee his face : My My blood procures your accefs free; 6 See here the Tree of Life with fruit, And leaves which heal, and ftrength recruit; 7 See Jacob's ladder here fet up, Climb, and God will tranfact with thee; 8 Here runs of Life the river pure, Which our foul-wounds doth cleanfe and cure By faith drink, and remember me. HYMN L. Admire the LAMB flain. I COME here, admire, and gaze a while; And always in your thoughts retain 5 Thefe nails by which the Lumb is flain. The crofs is now a tree of life That men relieves from finking grief, Come eat and live, the Lamb is flain. 3 Dear Lamb, thine everlasting love Draws men from hell to heav'n above: Thy love doth us to fing constrain HYMN LI. Trace CHRIST's Sufferings. 1 LET's trace Chrift's fteps, like foll'wers brave, From the bleft feast unto the grave; Nor leave him when to Calv'ry led, Like those who him forsook and fled. 2 First to Gethsemane we'll go, There floods of wrath him overflow; Which him o'erfpread from head to feet; 4 His friends prove false; one him betrays, Men feize and bind him like a thief, His friends him leave without relief. 4 Amidst his foes he's left alone, His head is crown'd with wreaths of thorn, 6 He's load with fcoffs and biafphemies, HYMN |