4. 1 Behold what furrows in His flesh, 5. Look! look! how ftooping there He goes Thou heart of love and faithfulness! Who can behold Thy deep diftrefs, And not melt down with inward smart ? 7. Thy bitter paffion, O my LAMB! 1. Within my heart ftill find a place; "CHI IL. Remember your Creator, &c. HILDREN, to your CREATOR, Your early honours pay; [GOD, While vanity and youthful blood Would tempt your thoughts aftray. z. Be wife, and make His favour fure, Before the mournful day When youth and mirth are known no more, 3. No more the bleflings of a feaft 4. Old age, with all her difmal train, 5. What will ye do when light departs, 6. Can ye expect your feeble arms The flesh goes down to mix with duft, 8. Laden with guilt (a heavy load) C HRIST the LORD is ris'n to-day, Sons of men and angels fay; 3. Vain the ftone, the watch, the feal, Made like Him, like Him we rife, 6. What tho' once we perifh'd all, "Well and faithfully done, "Enter into my joy, and fit down on my throne." 2. 3. I. 2. LVI. How Saints encourage each other. 2-6 and 8 double. OME let us afcend, To a taste of the banquet above; Come up into the chariot of love. Who in JESUS confide The ftorins of affliction beneath; To that heav'nly fhore, 'And outfly all the arrows of death. And look down on the skies OME, let us join our chearful fongs, Ten thousand thousand are their tongues, "Worthy the LAMB that dy'd, they cry, "To be exalted thus:" "Worthy the LAMB," our lips reply, For He was flain for us. 3. JESUS is worthy to receive Honor and pow'r divine; And 1. LIX. The Saint encouraging his Fellows. 2-8 and 6 double. COM NOME on, my partners in diftrefs, A while forget your griefs and fears, 2. Beyond the bounds of time and space, The faints fecure abode : On faith's ftrong eagle-pinions rife, 3 See where the LAMB in glory stands, And all that heav'n is ours. 4. Who fuffer for our Matter here, And by His fide fit down: The Crofs, fhall wear the Crown. 5. Thrice bleffed blifs-infpiring hope! It lifts the fainting fpirits up; It brings to life the dead: 6. That great myfterious DEITY D 4. Swift flies the heav'nly form from thrones And crowns, thofe meaner things, Where truth and virtue fix their feat In cottage mean, or cell; There this kind angel fhews his face, 5. Content-ingredient prime and fweet In fuch a world as this. 6. LORD, may I learn this bleffed art, And all our wants relieve; Come to our hearts, and dwell Thou there, That we in thee may live! In weakness we draw nigh 'Thou read'ft the naked breaft, We figh in Thee, our Lord, to rest, |