7 Who can thy worth and love declare ?
Thy pity knows no bounds:
The vileft men thou call'ft to flee
Into thy open wounds,

8 I then accept thine offer free

To fave my foul from hell:

Since winds and feas thy word obey,
Should hearts of men rebel!

HYMN LXIII.

Thanks to CHRIST for his Love and Sufferings.

I LET us together meet and praise
The flaughter'd Lamb of God,
And with joint hearts fing forth his grace,
His Name, his Love, and Blood.
Hallelujah, Hallelujah,
Hallelujah, Amen.

2 Into this wildernefs he came
For three and thirty years,
To feek his poor, loft, ftraying sheep.
With many pray'rs and tears.
Hallelujah, &c.

3 The most defpis'd he would not lose,
But after them he fought;

He ftopt not till he found them all,
And with a price them bought.
Hallelujah, &c.

4 The price was great; his blood divine
For them must all be fhed:

In love, to fave from hell and fin,
Chrift's veins most freely bled,
Hallelujah, &c.

50 blefs the Lamb who gave himfelf
For Adam's finking crew,
To purchase our redemption,.
When hell-fire was our due.
Hallelujah, &c.

6 He took our guilt and curses due,

Our freedom to obtain :

He lov'd our fouls; and, them to fave,
The Prince of life was flain.

Hallelujah, &c.

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7 To Chrift we'll live, to Chrift we'll die, Who was our facrifice;

He well deferves our life and death,
Who bought's with fuch a price.
Hallelujah, &c.

8 Let hearts, and tongues, and all unite,
Chrift's love and fame to raise;
Let all our actions honour him,
And our whole life be praise.
Hallelujah, Hallelujah,
Hallelujah, Amen.

HYMN LXIV.

Let CHRIST'S Kingdom come.

1 THE coming of thy kingdom, Lord,
Is our heart's great delight:
The thrones and kingdoms of thy foes
Them conquer in thy might.

2 Cause many glory in the Lord,
And in his ftreaming blood;

3

For nothing can men mens hearts fubdue
But that o'erflowing flood.

The well which from thy fide doth fpring
Keep open to us ftill,

That we and ev'ry thirsty foul

May come and drink our fill. 4 O let the number be increas'd

Of them thy wounds that know,
And feel the virtue of that blood
Which from the fame did flow.
5 Teach men to come to God by thee,
Cause them from floth arife;

Shew them thy death is unto God
A pleafing facrifice.

6 Send days of pow'r to bow their wills
Thine offers to embrace ;

Make thefe, who earthly things admire, Admirers of free grace.

7 O Father of our flaughter'd Lamb, Remember men for good;

Be mindful of his pray'rs and tears,

And hear his fpeaking blood.

8 Thy Spirit grant, for which he pray'd; Convictions make like darts.

O Father, glorify thy son,

And melt ten thousand hearts.

HYMN LXV.

The convinced Soul coming to CHRIST.

1 I AM now fenfible of guilt;
Lord hear the leper's pray'r
O Jefus, Mafter, if thou wilt,
Thou canst me cleanse and spare.
2 Where can a burden'd confcience go
But unto Jefu's blood?

What can wafh our deep ftains of guilt,
But this foul-cleanfing flood?

3 When I am made to fee my guilt,
Hide not this blood from me:
If this relief thould be conceal'd,
I'll fink in mifery.

4 Such hiding fure comes not of thee;
'Tis I who am to blame :

My heart proves falfe, it fhuts thee out;
I unbelieving am.

5 Oh, juftly vile unthankful I

May be fhut out by thee

But, Father, look on Jefu's wounds,
And hear them plead for me.

6 Altho' my fins have fwell'd up high,
And do for vengeance call,

Chrift's blood, like to a mighty fea,
Can quickly drown them all.

7 Thou, Son of David, hear my cry,
Let me receive my fight:

Stand ftill and call me: pafs not by.
My darkness turn to light.

8 Come, fay unto my grieved foul,
Now fore oppreft with fear,
Your fins are freely pardoned;
Fear not, be of good cheer.
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HYMN LXVI.

Senfible Souls crying to GOD, and pleading
CHRIST'S Blood.

I LAME fouls here at Bethesda's pool
Wait till the waters move :

Lord, ftir the pool, and help us in ;
Our cure comes from above.

2 Chrift's blood, which mighty changes works,
Can all our plagues remove:

Let this blood stream into our hearts,
Them foften by thy love.

3 Thy blood's my balm, my help, my hope;
To it with guilt I flee:
When fin me ftings, I mourn, I run
To plunge me in this fea.

4 When I as dead in fin do ly,
Lord, haften to my grave:

5

Raife me, like Laz'rus, with thy cry;
From fp'ritual death me save.

When my heart's barren, hard or cold,

With heav'nly rain me blefs :
Rife. fhine on me with warming beams,
Thou Sun of righteousness.

6 When fin and fatan me delude,

And make me go astray,

Lead my by faith to Jefu's clefts,

So I'll regain my way.

7 Make me repent, in Christ believe,
My carnal heart renew:

Thus make me meet for heav'n above,
Where faints thy face do wiew.

8 In me exert thy fov`reign grace,

And conquer all my pow'rs;

Let Chrift's blood draw my heart to him,
And make it foft like fhow'rs

9 Jefus, I afk, I feek, and knock,

As theu doft me command:

Now let me find; make good thy word,
For this I waiting ftand.

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The HOLY SPIRIT makes the Gospel-feast.

I COME, holy Spirit, from above,
Any on my garden blow ;

Come with the north and the fouth winds
And make the pices flow;

2 That to his garden Chrift may come,
His pleafant fruits to eat :
And let my foul be honoured

3

To fit with him at meat.

Ah! now our love is waxed cold,
Christ's table is defpis'd;

To vice and floth mens fouls are fold,
Our flain Lamb is not priz'd.

4 Caufe heaven's dews drop from above,
To foften hearts of stone;

Cause men to grieve for flighting Chrift,
And all their fins bemoan.

5 Lord, fend a spark of heav'nly fire,
Our coldness to remove;

To feek thy face with ftrong defire,
Inflame our hearts with love.

6 O let thy Spirit fhew to us

The Lamb was for us flain

Thus warm our hearts, and thro' thy grace,

We'll not lodge fin again.

7 And, when thou mak'ft our hearts to burn,
Preferve this loving frame;

Send new fupplies ftill from above,
To keep alive the flame.

8 Thy righteousness and ftrength, dear Lord,
Continually we need;

O for our daily food us teach

By faith on thee to feed.

9 Give new degrees of faith and love,
Send more still from above;

Give more and more, till we perceive
To us thy fpecial love.

HYMN LXVIII.

A Gospel-walk after a Gospel-feat.

1 ALL glory to the Lamb our God, In whom we have believ'd;

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