2. With joy the FATHER 3. The SPIRIT takes delight to view 1. WHO § CCCLXXII. Worshipping with Fear. 2. Destruction waits t' obey his frown, A wreath of lightning arms his crown, But love adorns it ftill. 13 Celestial KING our fpirits lie And with, and caft a longing eye, 4. When shall we fee the great Unknown, [5. In Thee what endless wonders meet! 6. Angels are loft in fweet furprize, If Thou unveil Thy grace; 7. When mercy joins with majefty The guilty fons of men.} I. iny SON "To joys that earth deny'd; "Who faw the follies men had done, "And bore their fins and dy'd.] CCCLXXIV. The Chriflian. 75. WHO HO is as the christian great? Bought, and wafh'd with facred Crowns He fees beneath his feet, [blood, Soars aloft and walks with God. 2. Who is as the chriftian wife? He his nought for all hath given, 3. Who is as the chriftian bleft? He hath found the long'd-for ftone, 5. Lo his cloathing is the Sun, Drinks the fountain from above, Angels here his fervants are, read for Him their golden wings; To his throne of glory bear, ↑ CCCLXXV. Chrift's Love and the Soul's Jealoufy of her own. HO is this fair one in distress, That travels from the wilderness; And, prefs'd with forrows and with fins, On her beloved Lord fhe leans ? 2. This is the fpoufe of CHRIST Our GOD, Bought with the treafures of His blood; And her request and her complaint, 3. 4. 5. Is but the voice of every faint.] "Olet my name engraven ftand, Then let Thy name be well impreft "As a fair fignet on my breaft. 6. "Till thou haft brought me to thy home, "Where fears and doubts can never come; Thy count'nance let me often fee, "And often Thou shalt hear from me. Come my beloved, hafte away, "Cut fhort the hours of thy delay, Fly, like a youthful heart or roe, "Over the hills where fpices grow! CCCLXXVL 7HO fhall the LORD's elect condemn? 'Tis God that juftifies their fouls And mercy, like a mighty ftream, O'er all their fins divinely rolls. 2. Who fhall adjudge the faints to hell? 'Tis CHRIST that fuffer'd in their ftead; And, the falvation to fulfil, 3. Behold him rifing from the dead! He lives, He lives, and fits above, Famine, or fword, or nakedness; ; 6. Not all that men on earth can do, {love. My days appointed fum ? Why waste I then my time, my peace, To hoard for years to come? Thefe covetous defires, Thefe reftlefs cares I leave To them whofe hope at death expires, And who in chance believe. 4. HY do we mourn departing friends? Or fhake at death's alarms? WHY 'Tis but the voice that Jesus fends To call them to his arms. 2. Are we not tending upward too As faft as time can move? Nor would we wish the hours more flow 3. Why should we tremble to convey There the dear fieth of Jesus lay, 4. The graves of all his faints He bleft, Up to the LORD our flesh fhall fly 6. Then let the laft loud trumpet found, Ye Saints, afcend the skies. CCCLXXX. The Witneffing and Sealing Spirit. I. HY fhould the children of a king WHY Go mourning all their days? Great COMFORTER, defcend and bring 2. Doft Thou not dwell in all the faints, 3. And bear thy witnefs with my heart, 4. Thou art the earneft of his love, 2. The pains, the groans, and dying ftrife CCCLXXXIII. Names and Titles of Chrift. 4-6s and 4-4 or 2-8. Sufficient forms 2. In JESUS we behold Inherits and Partakes the throne.] 3. The fov'reign KING of KINGS, The LORD of LORDS moft high, Writes his own name upon 4. His garment and his thigh; Where promises and grace And tear the prey. 5. But when for works of peace Thofe names in vain. 6. Immenfe compaffion reigns In our Immanuel's heart, |