2 Engrav'd as in eternal braís, The mighty promife fhines; Nor can the pow'rs of darkness raze, 3 The facred word of grace is strong, 4 My hiding place, my refuge, tow'r, 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 J HYMN 27.SCARBOROUGH. W Teach us to bow the humble knee, To praife thee as the hofts above, Our Jefus from the heav'ns came down, 3 He bore our fins upon the tree, The captive flock from hell was freed, 4 Before the Father's awful throne, The purchas'd remnant now demands, 5 May we his banish'd ones rejoice, 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, I 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, 3 He, in the days of feeble flesh, And in his measure feels, What every member bears. 4 He'll never quench the fmoaking flax, The bruized reed he never breaks, 5 Then let our humble faith addrefs, We shall obtain deliv'ring grace, 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, By hymns of praise we learn to be 3 On this glad day a brighter scene By God, th' eternal word, than when 4 He rifes, who mankind hath bought OF HYMN 30.MIL BAN K. F him who did falvation bring, Arife ye guilty, he'll forgive, Arife ye needy, he'll relieve. Eternal Lord, Almighty King, All heav'n doth with thy triumphs ring! 3 To purge our fins, Chrift fhed his blood, Let all the world fall down and know, D. I 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, 3 We for whom God the Son came down, 4 Lord, fhall we live fo fluggish still, Come, Lord, thy gracious word fulfil, 5 Give us with active warmth to move, With hands of faith and wings of love, I 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. |