2. With joy the FATHER
doth approve
The fruit of His eternal love;
The Son with joy looks down and fees
The purchase of His agonies.

3. The SPIRIT takes delight to view
The holy foul He form'd a-new;
And faints and angels join to fing
The growing empire of their king.

1.

WHO

§ CCCLXXII. Worshipping with Fear.
HO dares attempt th' eternal name
With notes of mortal found?
Dangers and glories guard the theme,
And spread, defpair around.

2. Destruction waits t' obey his frown,
And heaven attends his fimile;

A wreath of lightning arms his crown,

But love adorns it ftill.

13 Celestial KING our fpirits lie
Proftrate beneath Thy feet;

And with, and caft a longing eye,
To reach Thy lofty feat.]

4. When shall we fee the great Unknown,
And in Thy presence stand?
Reveal the fplendors of Thy throne;
But shield us with Thy hand.

[5. In Thee what endless wonders meet!
What various glory fhines!
The crolling rays too fiercely beat
Upon our fainting minds.

6. Angels are loft in fweet furprize,

If Thou unveil Thy grace;
And humble awe runs thro' the skies,
When wrath arrays Thy face.]

7. When mercy joins with majefty
To fpread their beams abroad;

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,
Bought the pearl of greatest price,
Nobly barter'd earth for heaven.

3. Who is as the chriftian bleft?

He hath found the long'd-for ftone,
He is join'd to CHRIST his relt,
He and happiness are one.
Erth ard Heaven together meet,
Gifts, in Him and graces join,
Make the character compleat,
All immortal all divine.

5. Lo his cloathing is the Sun,
The bright Sun of righteoufnefs;
He hath put falvation on,
JESUS is the beauteous drefs,
6. Lo! He feeds on living bread,

Drinks the fountain from above,
Leans on JEsu's breaft his head,
Feafts for ever on his love!

Angels here his fervants are,

read for Him their golden wings;

To his throne of glory bear,
Seat Him by the king of kings.
8. Who fhall gain that heavenly height?
Who his Saviour's face fhall fee?
I who claim it in his right,
Christ who bought it all for me.

↑ 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,
For ever interceding there;
Who fhall divide us from his love,
Or what should tempt us to despair?
4. Shall perfecution or diftrefs,

Famine, or fword, or nakedness;
He that hath lov'd us bears us thro',
And makes us more than conqu’rors too,
5. Faith hath an over-coming pow'r,
It triumphs in the dying hour;
CHRIST is our life, our joy our hope,
Nor can we fink with fuch a prop.

;

6. Not all that men on earth can do,
Nor Pow'rs on high, nor pow'rs below,
Shall caufe His mercy to remove,
Or wean our hearts from CHRIST our

{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
To keep us from our love.

3. Why should we tremble to convey
Their bodies to the tomb?

There the dear fieth of Jesus lay,
And left a long perfume.

4. The graves of all his faints He bleft,
And foften'd every bed;
Where should the dying members reft,
But with the dying head?
'Thonce he arose, afcending high,
Ard fhew'd our feet the way;

Up to the LORD our flesh fhall fly
At the great rifing day.

6. Then let the laft loud trumpet found,
And bid our kindred rise;
Awake ye Nations under ground!

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
Some tokens of thy grace!

2. Doft Thou not dwell in all the faints,
And feal the heirs of heav'n?
When wilt Thou banifh my complaints,
And fhow my fins forgiv'n?
Affure my confcience of her part
In the Redeemer's blood;

3.

And bear thy witnefs with my heart,
That I am born of GoD.

4. Thou art the earneft of his love,
The pledge of joys to come:
And thy foft wings, celeftial dove,
Will fafe convey me home.

2. The pains, the groans, and dying ftrife
Fright our approaching fouls away;
Still we fhrink back again to life,
Fond of our prison and our clay..
3.0, if my LORD would come and meet,
My foul fhould ftretch her wings in hafte,
Fly fearless thro' death's iron gate,
Nor feel the terrors as the past!
4. Jesus, can make a dying bed
Feel foft as downy Pillows, are;
While on his breast I lean my head,
And breathe my life out fweetly there.

CCCLXXXIII. Names and Titles of Chrift. 4-6s and 4-4 or 2-8.

Sufficient forms
Of Majefty.

2. In JESUS we behold
His father's glorious face;
Shining for ever bright
With mild and lovely rays:
Th' Eternal GOD'S
Eternal So N

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;
His name is call'd
The word of God;
He rules the earth
With iron rod.

Where promises and grace
Can neither melt nor move;
The angry LAMB resents
His much abused love;
Awakes his wrath,
Without delay;
As lions roar

And tear the prey.

5. But when for works of peace
The great Redeemer comes;
What gentle characters,
What titles he affumes?
Light of the world,
And Life of men ;
Nor will he bear

Thofe names in vain.

6. Immenfe compaffion reigns In our Immanuel's heart,