Let's go to praise the Lamb above,
And in his prefence dwell,
Who hath redeem'd us by his blood
From all the pow'rs of hell.
10 We'll go and join the angels fong,
To praise the worthy Lamb:
That he is worthy of all pow'r
We'll evermore proclaim.
HYMN LXXXIX.
True BRITONS Thanksgiving for their De
liverance from Popery and Slavery.
I LET British hearts and tongues bless God,
And in his name rejoice;
All Proteftants, come fing aloud,
And make a joyful noife.
Hallelujah, Hallelujab.
Hallelujah. AMEM.
2 Praife God for kindness to this ifle,
And to our native land,
Who made the battle on us fmile,
And fav'd us by his hand.
Hallelujah, &c.
3 In mercy, God preferves our crown
In the reformed line
French schemes and projects he breaks down
When hell and Rome combine.
4 Papifts and masked Proteftants
Still new rebellions try,
Pop'ry and flav'ry to advance
'Gainft truth and liberty.
Hallelujah &c.
5 Rome's friends do plot and fight in vain,
Them Zion's King doth fee;
His gofpel pure he doth maintain,
And gives us victory.
Hallelujah, &c.
6 To two Prince Williams, under God,
Great Britain ftands in debt:
They ftopt her foes here and abroad :
Let God the glory get.
Hallelujah, &c.
7 He rais'd and bleft them his strong hand
Our laws and rights maintains:
He keeps his gospel in the land,
Us frees from rack and chains.
Hallelujah, &c.
8 We thank God, we're in Britain born,
And not in France or Spain,
Or nations who the gofpel fcorn,
And worship pure disdain.
Hallelujah, Hallelujan,
Hallelujah, AMEN.
I CHRIST fees his church in all her traits
And hears his people's cries.
The plots of foes, however close,
Are all before his eyes.
2 When Antichrift, with all his train,
Raze Zion quite, does cry:
Her mighty King above doth reign,
And all their rage defy.
3 Let Britain ne'er forget her God,
Who guards her, and prefervés
Religion, laws and liberties;
Smites not as the deferves.
4 Ah Lord, our land's provoking fins
Call for a fecond flood:
A deluge fend from Calvary,
To drown them in thy blood. 5 To Britain true repentance give, On fleets and armies fmile;
Change hearts and lives, their fins forgive
Abide ftill in our ifle:
6 About her be a wall of fire,
The glory us among;
Protect us ftill from Romih ire,
And all who would us wrong.
7 Let reformation from the throne
Spread both 'mong rich and poor :
In ev'ry house let God be prais'd,
And fin caft to the door.
8 What shall we render to our God
For all his gifts to us?
And for his gift unspeakable,
Chrift bleeding on the cross?
HYMN XCI.
BELIEVERS Food at CHRIST's Table.
I THE angels bright above
Do not partake this food:
They feaft upon their Maker's love,
But not a Saviour's blood.
2 Here Chrift his flock doth feed With food of rarest kinds,
Pardon and peace bought with his blood,
Moft fit for troubled minds.
I'll feed and wash me clean
In ftreams of Jefu's blood:
Lord, purge my foul from ev'ry stain
In that foul-cleanfing flood.
God's pity I admire :
When wrath 'gainst man did fwell,
He fent his Son to bear our fins,
And fave our fouls from hell.
5 Father, regard thy Son,
Who for us intercedes;
His blood cries louder than our fins,
And for remiffion pleads.
6 Thou fay'st, a feast above
Shall to thy flock be giv'n;
What's wanting at the table here
Shall be made up in heav'n.
7 To Chrift, when they afcend,
They'll need thefe figns no more;
They'll feaft and fhare of heav'nly fare
Chrift keeps for them in ftore.
8 Lord, take me to that feaft,
Where I fhall fee thy face,
And evermore feed and adore,
And bless thee for thy grace.
CHRIST's dying Love to be remembered.
I CHRIST faid, when men fell under doom,
To do thy will, O God, I come;
I freely come, I freely die,
For guilty men to fatisfy.
2 Thou, Lord, for them who hated thee,
Didft fhed thy blood abundantly;
Thy foul for fin an off'ring made,
And thus our dreadful debt was paid.
3 That night our Jefus was betray'd,
He took, he blefs'd, he brake the bread,
In mem'ry of Christ crucify'd,
He faid, Do this, then went and dy'd.
"Do this, my friends, till I return:
Look on my wounds for fin, and mourn :
Yet eat and drink still thankfully;
This feaft keep, and remember me.'
5 A moving fight, Lord, here I fee,
My bleeding Lamb nail'd to the tree :
May I, while feeding here, be found
Clofs prying into ev'ry wound.
6 Here is God's righteoufnefs brought near,
Clothing for naked fouls to wear:
This robe, faith Chrift, I wrought for thee;
Come put it on, remembring me.
Here's refuge, peace, eternal life,
Come fhare and banith unbelief:
My blood wipes out the deepest stain,
Feed on this truth, The Lamb is flain.
8 This truth makes angels fall and cry,
How wondrous is this mystery!
Ten thousand thousands do the fame,
Who minifter before the Lamb.
CHRIST our RIGHTEOUSNESS and the Soul's ALL.
I CHRIST feeds his flock, he calls their names,
His bofom bears the tender Lambs:
Look on the weak and bruifed reed,
Which from thee ftrength doth always need.
2 I'm weak and finful, dearest Lamb;
But come and take me as I am :
O wash me in thy precious blood,
And fo prefent me unto God.
3 The gofpel-news my faith fuftain :
Which fay, for us the Lamb was flain:
To Jefus let the guilty fly,
Who out of love for men would die.
"I none defire to know befide
Chrift Jefus and him crucify'd."
Accept me in his righteoufnefs,
And in my heart his love increase.
5 My robes are Jefu's righteouinefs,
My foul is 'faireft in this dress:
Put on me righteoufnefs divine;
Say, Chrift, with all he hath, is mine.
6 Thy vifit would revive my foul,
Thy gracious prefence makes me whole;
Come down, Lord, fhew thy felf to me,
Or elfe take up my foul to thee.
7 When Chrift draws nigh, there's none can move,
Nor part my heart from his fweet love:
"I'll not let thee go,
Till from thee bleffings to me flow."
8 I'll glory only in our Lord,
By whom our nature is reftor'd:
On Jefus all my hopes depend.
Lord, love me, keep me to the end.
HYMN XCIV.
CHRIST'S wondrous Love and BLOOD.
I THE heav'ns and earth do brightly shine,
With rays of glorious pow'r divine:
But of our mercies Chrift's the spring,
Let men his acts and battles fing;
His wondrous love that made him die
For man his mortal enemy.
2 Since finite off'rings all were vain,
Of fin to purge away the stain ;
Chrift faid, I come a facrifice
That justice fully fatisfies.
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