2 Engrav'd as in eternal braís,

The mighty promife fhines;

Nor can the pow'rs of darkness raze,
Thofe everlafting lines.

3 The facred word of grace is strong,
As that which built the skies:
The voice that rolls the stars along,
Spake all the promises.

4 My hiding place, my refuge, tow'r,
And shield art thou, O Lord!
I firmly anchor all my hopes,
On thy unerring word.

HYMN 26.HALLIFA x.

HO! every one that thirsts, draw nigh,

'H

'Tis god invites the fallen race;

Mercy and free falvation buy,

Buy wine, and milk, and gospel-grace. 2 Come, to the living waters come, Sinners, obey your Maker's call; Return, ye weary wand'rers home, And find my grace reach'd out to all

3

See, from the rock a fountain rise!

For you in healing ftreams it rolls; Money, ye need not bring, nor price, Ye lab'ring, burthen'd, fin-fick fouls. 4 Nothing ye in exchange fhall give,

Leave all you have, and are behind; Frankly the gift of God receive,. Fardon, and peace, in Jefus find.

1

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HYMN 27.SCARBOROUGH.
HAT fhall we render unto thee,
Thou glorious Lord of life and pow'r !

W

Teach us to bow the humble knee,
Teach us with thankfulness t'adore ;

To praife thee as the hofts above,
To praise thee for thy wond'rous love..
2 When like loft sheep we wander'd wide,
And left the watchful fhepherd's eye;
When borne along th' impetuous tide,
Of this world's fin, and vanity;

Our Jefus from the heav'ns came down,
To fave us by his grace alone.

3 He bore our fins upon the tree,
To feck and fave the loft he came,
There was he bound to set us free
From death and everlasting fhame :

The captive flock from hell was freed,
And ranfom'd when their fhepherd bled.

4 Before the Father's awful throne,
Our merciful High Priest he ftands ;
And interceding for his own,

The purchas'd remnant now demands,
His people's everlasting friend,
Who loving loves them to the end.

5 May we his banish'd ones rejoice,
Him for our Lord and God to own,

To take him as our only choice,

And cleave to him in love alone;

Be growing up in holiness,

Then meet him in the realms of peace...

Then fhall our grateful fongs abound,
And ev'ry tear be wip'd away;
No fin, no forrow fhall be found,
No night o'er-cloud the endless day:
O praise him! all beneath, above,
O praise him! praise the God of love.

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HYMN 28.

WITH

CHELSEA.

joy we meditate the grace, Of our High Priest above;

His heart is made of tenderness,

His bowels melt with love.

2 Touch'd with a sympathy within,
He knows our feeble frame;
He knows what fore temptations mean,
For he has felt the fame.

3 He, in the days of feeble flesh,
Pour'd out his cries and tears;

And in his measure feels,

What every member bears.

4 He'll never quench the fmoaking flax,
But raife it to a flame,

The bruized reed he never breaks,
Nor fcorns the meaneft name.

5 Then let our humble faith addrefs,
His mercy and his pow'r;

We shall obtain deliv'ring grace,
In the diftreffing hour.

HYMN 29.- WINDSOR.

HE Lord of Sabbath let us praise,

TH

In concert with the bleft;

Who joyful in harmonious lays,

Employ an endless reft.

2 Thus, Lord, whilst we remember thee,
We bleft and pious grow!

By hymns of praise we learn to be
Triumphant here below.

3 On this glad day a brighter scene
Of glory was difplay'd

By God, th' eternal word, than when
This univerfe was made.

4 He rifes, who mankind hath bought
With grief and pain extreme;
'Twas great to speak the world from nought,
'Twas greater to redeem !

OF

HYMN 30.MIL BAN K.

F him who did falvation bring,
Lord may we ever think and fing,

Arife ye guilty, he'll forgive,

Arife ye needy, he'll relieve.

Eternal Lord, Almighty King,

All heav'n doth with thy triumphs ring!
Thou conqu'reft all beneath, above,
Devils with force, and men with love.

3 To purge our fins, Chrift fhed his blood,
He dy'd to bring us near to God;

Let all the world fall down and know,
That none but God fuch love could show.

D.

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HYMN 31.

ΜΥ

EDG CUM BE.

Y drowsy pow'rs why fleep ye fo? Awake my fluggish foul;. Nothing hath half thy work to do,

Yet nothing's half fo dull.

2 Go to the ants-for one poor grain,
See how they toil and ftrive;
Yet we who have a heav'n t'obtain,
How negligent we live.

3 We for whom God the Son came down,
And labour'd for our good;
How carelefs to fecure that crown,
He purchas'd with his blood.

4 Lord, fhall we live fo fluggish still,
And never act our parts;

Come, Lord, thy gracious word fulfil,
And warm our frozen hearts.

5 Give us with active warmth to move,
With vig'rous fouls to rife;

With hands of faith and wings of love,
To fly and take the prize.

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HYMN 32.

CANTERBURY.

AIL great Immanuel! balmy name,

HAIL

Thy praise the ransom'd will proclaim, We thee physician call;

We own no other cure but thine,

Thou 'the deliverer divine,

Our health! our life! our all.