4. So on a tree divinely fair † FART II. 5. SIN, like a venomous disease, 6. Our beauty and our ftrength are fled, And we draw near to death; But CHRIST the LORD recalls the dead, With His almighty breath. 7. Collected madnefs reigns within, The paffions burn and rage; 'Till God's own SoN, with fkill divine, [8. We lick the duft, we grafp the wind, 'Till JESUS make us wife. 9. We give our fouls the wounds they feel, We drink the pois'nous gall; And rush with fury down to hell, But heav'n prevents the fall.] [10. The man poffefs'd among the tombs, He foams and raves 'till JESUS comes, ・SINNER I. She pleads for all the joys he brings, And gives a fair pretence; But cheats the foul of heav'nly things, And chains it down to fenfe. CCXCI. The Invitation. INNERS, obey the Gospel-word; Hafte to the Supper of my LORD; Be wife to know your gracious day ; All things are ready; come away! 2. Ready the FATHER is to own And kifs his late returning Son; Ready the loving SAVIOUR ftands, And fpreads for you his bleeding hands. 3. Ready the SPIRIT of his love Juft now the ftony to remove; T'apply and witness with the blood, And wash and feal the fons of God. 4. Ready for you the Angels wait, To triumph in your bleft eftate; 6. Come then, ye fiimers, to your LORD, SINNE § CCXCII. On the Afcenfion. 6-8. INNERS, rejoice; your peace is made, Your Saviour on the crois hath bled; Your GoD, in JESUS reconcil'd, On all his works again hath finil'd; Hath grace thro' CHRIST and bleiling giv'n To all in earth, and all in heaven. 2. Angels rejoice in Jesu's grace, And vie with man's more favor'd race: The blood that did for us atone, Conferr'd on you fome gift unknown; Your joys thro' JESU's pains abound, Ye triumph by his glorious wound. Or 'stablish'd and confirm'd by him, Who did our lower world redeem, Secure ye keep your bleft eftate, Firm on an everlasting feat; Or, rais'd above yourselves, afpire, In blifs improv'd, in glory higher. 3. 4. Him ye beheld, our conqu'ring GoD, 6. Not angel tongues can e'er exprefs, + CCXCIII. 1 CCXCIII. An Evening Hymn. SLEEP, downy fleep, come close my eyes, Tir'd with beholding vanities! Welcome, fweet fleep, that drives away The toils and follies of the day! 2. On thy foft bofom will I lie, Forget the world, and learn to die. O Ifrael's wathful fhepherd spread, Thy guardian angels round my bed! 3. O place the lofty ladder nigh, On which they mount, or quit the sky! Beckon me likewife from above, With most endearing fmiles of love! How fhall I then with eagerness, Struggle to reach th' enchanting blifs! Struggle to quit my houfe of clay, And fly to realms of endless day! CCXCIV. The Chriftian Soldier called to arm, Handle's March. S. M. double. 1. CCXCV. Holiness and Grace, let our lips and lives express 4. Religion bears our spirits up, CCXCVI. Holy-days. 1. COME to the LORD regard a day, 2. 3. 4. to the LORD regard it not ; Yet while they chufe a diff'rent way, He that regards the day thinks thus: And thus to CHRIST his kind intent L ; 5. H. 5. He to the day has no regard, 6. For warmly in himself reflects, My LORD I count my chiefeft good; "All empty form my foul rejects, "And feeks the riches of his blood. I always place my fole delight "In Him, fole object of my care; "External fhews for him I flight, "Left ought but He my love fhould fhare. 8. Let not th' Obferver entertain Against his brother any grudge; Nor Non-obferver call him vain; But ufe his freedom, and not judge. 9 For both their motives ftand the test, The gracious LORD will both approve ; Each in his way that pleases beft; Who walks amifs, that walks in love? I. ↑ CCXCVII. Seeking Grace. 75. SON of GOD, thy blefling grant, Still fupply my ev'ry want! Tree of life thine influence fled, 2. Unfuflain'd by Thee I fall, 3. All my hopes on Thee depend, I. CCXCIX. Thy Kingdom come. 1. SOV REIGN of heav'n, thine empire fpreads O'er all the worlds on high; 2. Like lightning from his glitt'ring throne 3. Permitted now to range at large And traverfe earth and air, O'er 4. O'er finful fouls the Tyrant reigns, And boafts his kingdom there. Yet thence Thy grace can drive him out, O fend the fov'reign mandate forth, 5 Let wretched pris'ners be releas'd, 6. May grace complete that wond'rous work, CCC. Begging God's Bleffing on bis Minifter. I. 6-79. SOURCE of light and pow'r divine, Touch his lips with holy fire! 3. In thy pure and holy way, all 1. "Till, by odors fcatter'd round, SCCCI. God only known to himself. STA TAND and adore! how glorious He 2. The facred ONE, Almighty THREE, 3. Seraphs, the nearest to the throne, Is feen, or known, or thought by you? 5. How flat your higheft praises fall 6. Great GoD, forgive our feeble lays, TOOP down, my thoughts, that use to Think how a gafping mortal lies, And pants away his breath. |