4. So on a tree divinely fair
Grew the forbidden food;
Our mother took the poifon there,
And tainted all her blood.

† FART II.

5. SIN, like a venomous disease,
Infects our vital blood;
The only balm is fov'reign grace,
And the phyfician, GoD.

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,
The inward fire affwage.

[8. We lick the duft, we grafp the wind,
And folid good defpife;
Such is the folly of the mind,

'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,
Cuts his own flefl, and cries;

He foams and raves 'till JESUS comes,
And the foul fpirit flies.

・SINNER

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;
Tuning their harps, they long to praise
The wonder of redeeming grace.
5. The Father, Son, and Holy Ghoft
Are ready with their fhining hoft;
All heav'n is ready, to resound
The dead's alive, the loft is found!

6. Come then, ye fiimers, to your LORD,
To happiness in CHRIST reftor'd;
His proffer'd benefits embrace,
The plenitude of Gospel-grace!
[7. A pardon written with his blood,
The favour and the peace of GOD;
The feeing eye, the feeling fenfe,
The myftic joy of penitence.

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,
Return with garments roll'd in blood!
Ye faw, and kindled at the fight,.
And fill'd with fhouts the realms of light,.
With loudest hallelujahs met,
And fell, and kifs'd his bleeding feet.
5. Ye faw him in your courts above,
With all his recent prints of love:
The wounds! the blood! ye heard its voice,
That height'ned all your higheft joys;
Ye felt it fprinkled thro' the skies,
And fhar'd the better facrifice.

6. Not angel tongues can e'er exprefs,
Nor human hearts conceive the blifs;
The grace fupreme by Jesus given,
Which heav'n itself makes double heav'n;
But all your heav'n, ye bleffed pow'rs;
And all your God is doubly ours.

+ 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
The holy Gofpel we profefs;
So let our works and virtues fhine,
To prove the doctrine all divine!
2. Thus fhall we best proclaim abroad,"
The honors of our SAVIOUR, GOD;
When the falvation reigns within,
And grace fubdues the pow'r of fin.
3. Our flesh and fenfe must be deny'd,
Paffion and envy, luft and pride;
While justice, temp'rance, truth and love,
Our inward piety approve.

4. Religion bears our spirits up,
While we expect that bleffed hope,
The bright appearance of the LORD;
And faith ftands leaning on his word.

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,
They to one point at last are brought.

He that regards the day thinks thus:
"This day our SAVIOUR and our KING
"Perform'd fome mighty act for us;
'Tis fit we bear in mind the thing.

And thus to CHRIST his kind intent
He points, with prayers in his name;
And to the LORD his love thus meant,
The LORD accepts, and who should blame?
The hell indeed is not the meat,
But none reject the meat within
T'exceed indeed's a vain conceit,
But to commemorate's no fin.

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5. H.

5. He to the day has no regard,
The fhadow for the fubftance quits;
Towards the faviour preffes hard,
And eager outward things omits.

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,
With thy fap my spirit feed!

2. Unfuflain'd by Thee I fall,
Send the strength for which I call!
Weaker than a bruised reed,
Help I ev'ry moment need.

3. All my hopes on Thee depend,
Love me fave me to the end!
Give me the continuing grace,
Take the everlasting praife!

I.

CCXCIX. Thy Kingdom come.

1. SOV REIGN of heav'n, thine empire fpreads

O'er all the worlds on high;
And at Thy frown th' infernal pow'rs,
In wild confufion fly!

2. Like lightning from his glitt'ring throne
The great arch-traitor fell;
Driv'n with tremendous ruin down
To infamy and hell.

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,
With one almighty word;

O fend the fov'reign mandate forth,
And reign victorious, LORD!

5 Let wretched pris'ners be releas'd,
The fmiling light to view;
Nor let the vanquish'd foe return
Their bondage to renew!

6. May grace complete that wond'rous work,
Which Thy own pow'r begun;
And fill from Satan's'gloomy realms
The Kingdom of Thy Son. !

CCC. Begging God's Bleffing on bis Minifter.

I.

6-79.

SOURCE of light and pow'r divine,
Deign upon thy truth to fhine!
LORD, behold thy fervant ftands!
Lo, to Thee he lifts his hands!
Satisfy his foul's defire;

Touch his lips with holy fire!
2 Softly fall the healing found.
Like the dew-drop on the ground!
Drooping plants fhall foon revive,
Faith in bud begins to live;
And enlarg'd fhall foon difclofe
Beauties of the full-blown rofe.

3. In thy pure and holy way,
Heights and greater heights difplay;
So that whilft our race we run,
We may think it just begun;
Nor the paft contemplate more,
Urgent fill on what's before.
4. Ope thy treafures! fo fhall fall ́
Unction fweet on him, on

all

1.

"Till, by odors fcatter'd round,
CHRIST himself, be trac'd and found.
Then fhall ev'ry raptur'd heart,
Rich in peace and joy depart.

SCCCI. God only known to himself.

STA

TAND and adore! how glorious He
That dwells in bright eternity!
We gaze, and we confound our fight,
Plung'd in th' abyfs of daz'ling light.

2. The facred ONE, Almighty THREE,
Great, everlasting MYSTERY!
What lofty numbers fhall we frame,
Equal to the tremendous name?

3. Seraphs, the nearest to the throne,
Begin, and fpeak the great UNKNOWN;
Attempt the fong, wind up your ftrings,
To notes untry'd, and boundless things.
4. Ye, whofe capacious pow'rs furvey
Largely beyond our eyes of clay :
Yet what a narrow portion too

Is feen, or known, or thought by you?

5. How flat your higheft praises fall
Below th' immenfe ORIGINAL!
Weak creatures we, that ftrive in vain
To reach an uncreated strain !

6. Great GoD, forgive our feeble lays,
Sound out Thine own eternal praife!
A forg fo vaft, a theme fo high,
Calls for the voice that tun'd the sky.

TOOP down, my thoughts, that use to
Converfe a while with death: [rife,

Think how a gafping mortal lies,

And pants away his breath.