In whom thy Soul its Plan and Joy Under this Grace, or far or near, XCV. God of Mercy, Love's Abyss Hear now, while Gentiles fing Thy Cover'd is our Unrighteousness, Rejoicing now our Heads we raife; Tho' Strangers once and far from God, We're now made nigh by Jefu's Blood. 2 For Jefus the Partition Wall Has broke and levell'd to the Ground; A Way is open'd wide for all; Mercy when call'd for may be found; Strangers no more we need to be, Free Grace for ev'ry Soul is free. 3 All Glory to the Lamb of God, Who gave his Life, to make us free; Has purchas'd Grace and Life for me; Ο XCVI. God unfearchable! Thy Rays Which fhews the Riches of Thy Grace, 2 Great God! how dreadful was Thy Name 4 5 To bleed and die for Slaves undone. What finful Worm can know this right, The Day Star fhines! paft is the Night. 6 With sweetest Grace the Gofpel founds, And flames forth Love in Jetu's Wounds; N 2 What What fronger Pledge of Love could be ? 8 Who can condemn, now Chrift has died; 9 He ever lives to interceed, And fend me Help in ev'ry Need. What can me feparate from this, The Love of Chrift and peaceful Bliss ? Shall any Trials more or less? 10 No; I in all Things e'er fhall prove Conqu'ror thro' Him who did me love; My Lord has got the Victory, Sufficient is his Grace for me. 11 O Love unbounded! sweet and fure ! The Pride and Treach'ry of Man's Heart, 13 Long 13 Long, this in Darknefs lay conceal'd, Till 'twas by that true Light reveal'd, Which fhews God's Love and Jefu's Grace' And fills the bruifed Heart with Peace. Ό XCVII. From the German. No. 1200. how unutterable is The Love that Chrift to us hath fhewn! O how incredible the Grief, We cause him, who are ftil'd his own,! Who in his Wounds have found our Heav'n We, who have known our Sins forgiv'n. 2 O Jefu! Lord and God of Thine, 3 In Mercy now bow down Thine Ear; Since we can nothing bring to Thee, Thy poor, Thy weeping Suppliants hear; Our Tabernacle's Shame remove, And fill our Souls with Thy pure Love. Now dwell within Thy Temple Lord, (Thy Temple ev'n our Bodies be,) Adorn it Thou, as Thou wouldst have Thy Spouse adorn'd alone by Thee. In us be all Thy, Glory wrought, Far above all Thy Children's Thought. N 3 4 Hal 4 Hallow'd our ev'ry Meeting be, And in Thy Wounds poffeffing Pow'r ; Now let Thy Church redeem'd by Thee, Thee ftanding in th' Affembly fee. XCVIII. Jefu, Jefu, my good Lord! 2 How does the old Corruption ftrive, Sure there's not fuch a Heart as mine No that there cannot, patient Lamb, Thy |