3. Love's myfterious work is done; 4. CHRIST, of all our hopes the feal, 5. Sin fhall tyrannize no more, 1. 6. Grace our every thought controuls, 7. CHRIST in us ; in Him we fee HYMNS to conclude CDXX. Indignation and Hope. WITH 7ITH humble boldnefs, trembling And with a child-like fear, [joy, LORD, we thy majesty address, And to thy feat draw near. 2. For thou, great Judge of all the earth, Now on a throne of grace, 3. At thy right-hand behold thy So N. His blood cries louder than our fins, 4. Ah cruel fins, how odious now, And how deform'd are they; While in that crimson fountain we Their monstrous hew furvey! Beam of the Eternal Beam; Life divine we tafte in Him. 8. HIM by faith we tafte below, Mightier joys ordain'd to know, When His utmost grace we prove, Rife to heaven by perfect love. 5. the ADMINISTRATION. ( Thefe with black horror fill'd his mind, 6. Tho' these our crimes all teftify, LORD, veil no more Thy fhining face 7. Let thy love's rays attract from us And while our vilenefs we lament, Thy pard'ning mercy fhew! 8. Then tho' our fins have num'rous been Like fands upon the shore ; Peace, like a ftream o'erflows our fouls, CDXXI. Love to a crucified Saviour. 1. TH `HOU art all love, my dearest LORD, Thy love I at thy table taste, 2. Thy divine beauty, veil'd with flesh, Thy mangled body they difdain, And turn from Thee their eyes. 3. But Thou more lovely art to me 4. Thy garments tinctur'd with thy blood, The best and nobleft dye. Out-fhine the robes that princes wear; Thy, thorns their gems out-vie. 5. That I may be all love to Thee, And lovely like Thee too, O cleanse me with thy precious blood, 6. My former vows I now renew, 3. With a celeftial banquet there, His own most precious blood's the wine, 4. To entertain his happy friends, Pours fragrant oil upon their heads, 5. Nay, ev'ry contrite mind to Him 7. And will the high and lofty One Vouchsafe to dwell with men ? Open, eternal doors, and let "The King of Glory in." [8. This entertainment, LORD, of thine, So gen'rous and fo free, Coft many pangs and many groans, 9. Eternal praife to thy great name, 1. By ev'ry nation, ev'ry tongue, † CDXXIII. A serious Recollection. AST thou, my foul, thy SAVIOUR view'd HAS As on the cross he hung and bled? 2. Haft Haft heard how rudely He was jeer'd 3. That doleful cry, "My God, my GOD! "O why haft thou thy Son forfook ?" Haft mark'd the anguifh of his words, The mortal horror of his look? 4. All this, and more than thou, my foul, 5. Look back, once more, and view his head, 7. His wounds, the nobleft proofs of love, . 1. His beauty too, I there fhall fee, Darting thro' his reproachful veil Its sweet and pow'rful beams on me. LORD, all the works thy hand has form'd In earth and heav'n above, That GOD is LovE indeed. 3. To objects, who deferve thy wrath, Thy boundless Love extends; Thou'rt kinder to thy enemies, Than men are to their friends. 4. Love drew the model of our blifs, Conducts the work, and will complete 5. Love brought Heav'n's Heir down from And laid Him in a tomb. 6. In his words, deeds, and fuff'rings all, 7. His Love as freely tenders now That broken body, to our fouls, 8. Love carry'd Him up to his throne, 4. 5. 6. 7. What good, what welcome news! That GoD his only fon fhould bruise, That poor apoftate man In heav'n might ever dwell; Dear LORD, with what surprise, And mark thy wounds, thy groans, thy For all this haft Thou born Thy flefh to heal our fores was torn, 9. Thy cross a princely throne; That head becomes a royal crown, Which wore a thorny one. And one day Thou our KING In glory wilt appear; And troops of faints and angels bring T'attend thy triumph here. 10. Glory to GoD on high, "Good will to men below." If thus the friendly angels cry, What joy should mortals fhew! 5. While terror o'er thy foul was fpread, 7. The temples veil was rent, to fhew 8. Thou, LORD of life, didft foon revive, 9 Thy body, once with wounds deform'd, Does now with heav'nly glory fhine, Adorn'd, and made a temple fit For fuch a beauteous foul as thine. 1 HYMNS TO CONCLUDE To this I humbly fet my name, And call the bleffings mine. 2. My God, I'll fay, my ftrength, my shield, 3. JESUS is mine! hail blessed name 4. The SPIRIT's mine, with all the gifts Faith, hope, and love, peace, joy`; a well 5. Thy word, thy providences all, Thy difcipline and rod, THE LORD D's SUPPER. 161 3. Bleft He, who comes to take away 5. "O come, my foul, thy pow'rs awake, The wond'rous fcene review: With grief, faith, hope, and love partake, And all thy bonds renew. + [6. But ah! how dull affections move! Dovotion's flat, languid my love; Things prefent, things to come, are mine, 7. Hafte, blessed day, when I shall shine, Whilst I can fay, my God. 6. ORD, this I claim thro' thy rich grace; 7. Return unto thy reft, my foul, * @DXXVIII. Chrift our Sacrifice. With all my glories on; And in their Hallelujahs join, Who wait about the throne.] CDXXIX. Chrift's Blood shed for the Remif fion of Sins. N ancient times, when facrifice IN The stain of guilt and fin confefs'd, Each worshipper his off'ring brought, On the remainder then did feast. 2. The altar the atonement made; 3. And covenant of peace renew'd. 4. Thy blood was fhed ('tis thy own word) For the remiffion of our fin; |