Make flaves the partners of thy Throne,
Deck'd with a never-fading Crown?

6 Hence our hearts melt, our eyes o'erflow, Our words are loft: nor will we know, Nor will we think of aught befide, "My Lord, my Love is crucified." 7 Ah, Lord! enlarge our fcanty thought, To know the wonders thou haft wrought! Unloose our stammering tongues to tell Thy love immenfe, unfearchable! 8 Firft-born of many Brethren thou! Te thee, lo! all our fouls we bow : To thee our hearts and hands we give : Thine may we die, thine may we live.

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SAVIOUR

[Weft-Street. 2-6's & 4-7'si AVIOUR, the world's and mine, eyer grief like thine! Thou my pain, my curfe haft took All my fins were laid on thee: Help me, Lord, to thee I look; Draw me, Saviour, after thee. 'Tis done! My Lord hath died, My Love is crucified !

Break this ftony heart of mine,

Pour, mine eyes, a ceafelefs flood
Feel, my foul, the pangs divine,
Catch, my heart, the' iffuing blood
When, O my God! fhall I
For thee fubmit to die?
How the mighty debt repay,

Rival of thy paffion prove?

Lead me in thyself the way,
Melt my hardness into love.
To love is all my wifh,
I only live for this:

Grant me, Lord, my heart's defire,
There, by faith, for ever dwell:
This I always will require,

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Thee, and only thee, to feel.
Thy power I pant to prove,

Rooted and fix'd in love; Strengthen'd by thy Spirit's might, Wife to fathom things divine, What the length, and breadth, and height, What the depth of Love like thine. 4 Ah! give me this to know,

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With all thy faints below;
Swells my foul to compafs thee;
Gafps in thee to live and move;
Fill'd with all the Deity,

All immers'd and loft in love!
HYMN 27. [112th Pfalm. 6-8's.
Love Divine! what haft thou done!

Love immortal God hath died for me:

The Father's co-eternal Son

Bore all my fins upon the tree :
The' immortal God for me hath died!
My Lord, my Love is crucify'd.
2 Behold him, all ye that pafs by,,,

The bleeding Prince of Life and Peace!
Come, fee, ye worms, your Maker die,
And fay,- ---was ever grief like his!
Come, feel with me his blood apply'd :
My Lord, my Love is. crucify'd.
3 Is crucify'd for me and you,

To bring us rebels back to God; Believe, believe the record true, Ye all are bought with Jefu's blood; Pardon for all flows from his fide; My Lord, my Love is crucify'd. 4 Then let us fit beneath his cross, nd gladly catch the healing ftream:

All things for him account but lofs,
And give up all our hearts to him:
Of nothing think, or speak befide,
"My Lord, my Love is crucify'd."
HYMN 28. [Foundery. All 7's.
NOME, ye weary finners, come,
Mye weary to bear your load:

COME

Jefus calls his wanderers home:
Haften to your pardoning God.
Come, ye guilty fpirits opprefs'd,
Anfwer to the Saviour's call,
"Come, and I will give you reft,
"Come, and I will fave you all,"
2 Jefus, full of truth and love,
We thy kindeft word obey;
Faithful let thy mercies prove;
Take our load of guilt away:
Fain we wou'd on thee rely,
Caft on thee our fin and care:
To thine arms of mercy fly,
Find our lafting quiet there.
Burthen'd with a world of grief,
Burthen'd with our finful load,
Burthen'd with this unbelief;

Burthen'd with the wrath of God:
Lo! we come to thee for eafe,
True and gracious as thou art,
Now our groaning fouls releafe,

Write forgiveness on our heart.
HYMN 29. [Frankfort. 6-8's..
W How thall I'all to heaven afpire?

HERE fhall my wondering foul begin?

A flave redeem'd from death and fin,

A brand pluck'd from eternal fire;
How fhall I equal triumphs raife,
Or fing my great Deliverer's praife!

2 O how fhall I the goodnefs tell,

Father, which thou to me haft fhow'd? That I, a child of wrath and hell,

I fhou'd be call'd a child of God! Shou'd know, fhou'd feel my fins forgiven, Bleft with this antepaft of heaven! s And fhall I flight my Father's love? Or bafely fear his gifts to own? Unmindful of his favours prove? Shall I, the hallow'd crofs to shun, Refuse his righteoufnefs to' impart, By hiding it within my heart? 4 No tho' the ancient dragon rage, And call forth all his hoft to war; Tho' earth's felf-righteous fons engage, Them, and their god, alike I dare: Jefus, the finner's Friend, proclaim; Jefus, to finners ftill the fame. 3 Outcafts of men, to you I call,

Harlots, and publicans, and thieves! He spreads his arms to embrace you all, Sinners alone his grace receives: No need of him the righteous have He came the loft to feek and fave. 6 Come, O my guilty brethren, come, Groaning beneath your load of fin; His bleeding heart fhall make you room, His open fide fhall take you in : He calls you now, invites you home, Come, O my guilty brethren, come. For you the purple current flow'd,

In pardons from his wounded fide; Languifh'd for you the Son of God;

For you the Prince of Glory died; Beueve,---and all your fin's forgiven; Only believe, and yours is heaven!

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30. [Frankfort. 6-8's. EE, finners, in the gofpel glass,

The Friend and Saviour of mankind!
Not one of all the' apoftate race,

But may in him falvation find!

His thoughts, and words, and actions prove, His life and death,---that God is Love! 2 Behold the Lamb of God, who bears The fins of all the world away! A fervant's form he meekly wears, He fojourns in a houfe of clay; His glory is no longer feen,

But God with God, is man with men. 3 See, where the God-incarnate ftands,

And calls his wand'ring creatures home: He all day long spreads out his hands, "Come, weary fouls, to Jefus come i "Ye all may hide you in my breaft: "Believe, and I will give you reft. 4"Ah! do not of my goodness doubt, "My faving grace for all is free; "I will in no wife caft him out, "That comes a finner unto me; "I can to none myself deny,

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"Why, finners, will ye perish, why?" HYMN 31. [Cary's. 6-8's. INNERS, believe the gospel-word,

SINNE

Jefus is come, your common Lord;
Pardon ye all thro' him may have,
May now be fav'd whoever will:
This Man receiveth finners ftill.

2 See where the lame, the halt, the blind, The deaf, the dumb, the fick, the poor Flock to the Friend of human kind,

And freely all accept their cure