Behold what furrows in His flesh,
On breaft, neck, back, the fcourge has
In robes of mockery array'd, [made!
And bound in chains, Him view afresh!
5. Look! look! how ftooping there He goes
Quite crush'd'd beneath the crofs's weight;
Behold Him in this wretched plight,
Sink to the earth o'erwhelm'd with woes
6. O thou most poor afflicted heart!
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!
Within my heart ftill find a place;
O! let me fhare in Thy difgrace,
By fuff'ring for Thy word and name !
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,
And life and ftrength decay.
3. No more the bleflings of a feaft
Shall relish on the tongue;
The heavy ear forgets the tafte
And pleasure of a song.
4. Old age, with all her difmal train,
- Invades your golden year;
With fighs, and groans, and raging pain,
And death, that never spares.
5. What will ye do when light departs,
And leaves your withering eyes;
Without one beam to chear your hearts,
From the fuperior skies?
6. Can ye expect your feeble arms
Shall make a ftrong defence;
When death, with terrible alarms,
Summons the Pris'ner hence?
7. The filver bands of nature burst,
And let the building fall;
The flesh goes down to mix with duft,
Its vile original.
8. Laden with guilt (a heavy load)
Uncleans'd and unforgiv'n,
The foul returns t'an angry GoD,
To be fhut out from heav'n.
HRIST the LORD is ris'n to-day,
Sons of men and angels fay;
Raife your joys and triumphs high,
Sing ye heav'ns, and earth reply.
2. Love's Redeeming work is done,
Fought the fight, the battle won ;
Lo our fun's eclipfe is o'er !
Lo he fets in blood no more!
3. Vain the ftone, the watch, the feal,
CHRIST hath burft the gates of hell :
Death in vain forbids his rife,
CHRIST hath open'd Paradise.
4. Lives again our glorious KING,
Where O Death, is now thy fing?
Once He died our fouls to fave:
Where's thy victory, O Grave?
5. Soar we now where CHRIST has led,
Foll'wing our exalted head;
Made like Him, like Him we rife,
Ours the cross, the grave, the skies.
6. What tho' once we perifh'd all,
Partners of our Parent's fall;
Second life we all receive,
In our heav'nly Adam live.
"Well and faithfully done,
"Enter into my joy, and fit down on my throne."
LVI. How Saints encourage each other. 2-6 and 8 double.
OME let us afcend,
My companion and friend,
To a taste of the banquet above;
If thy heart be as mine,
If for JESUS it pine,
Come up into the chariot of love.
Who in JESUS confide
We are bold to out-ride
The ftorins of affliction beneath;
With the prophet we foar
To that heav'nly fhore,
'And outfly all the arrows of death.
By faith we are come
To our permanent home ;
By hope we the rapture improve;
By love we ftill rise,
And look down on the skies
For the heav'n of heav'ns is love.
OME, let us join our chearful fongs,
With angels round the throne !
Ten thousand thousand are their tongues,
But all their joys are one.
"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;
LIX. The Saint encouraging his Fellows. 2-8 and 6 double.
NOME on, my partners in diftrefs,
My comrades thro' the wilderness,
Who ftill your bodies feel!
A while forget your griefs and fears,
And look beyond the vale of tears
To that celeftial hill.
2. Beyond the bounds of time and space,
Look forward to that happy place,
The faints fecure abode :
On faith's ftrong eagle-pinions rife,
And push your paflage to the fkies,
And scale the mount of God.
3 See where the LAMB in glory stands,
Incircled with His radiant bands,
And join th' angelic powers;
For all that height of glorious blifs
Our everlasting portion is,
And all that heav'n is ours.
4. Who fuffer for our Matter here,
We shall before his face appear,
And by His fide fit down:
To patient faith the prize is fure,
And ALL that to the end endure
The Crofs, fhall wear the Crown. 5. Thrice bleffed blifs-infpiring hope! It lifts the fainting fpirits up;
It brings to life the dead:
Our conflicts here fhall foon be past,
And you
and I afcend at last
Triumphant with our head.
6. That great myfterious DEITY
We foon with open face fhall Ise:
The beatific fight
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,
And there delights to dwell.
5. Content-ingredient prime and fweet
In heav'n's confummate blifs!
"Tis thine to make a leffer heav'n`
In fuch a world as this.
6. LORD, may I learn this bleffed art,
And now my heav'n begin!
Or rich, or poor, I must be bleft,
Who have my heav'n within.
And all our wants relieve; Come to our hearts, and dwell Thou there, That we in thee may live!
In weakness we draw nigh
Unto the throne of grace;
Answer the finner's mournful cry,
And fill us with thy peace.
'Thou read'ft the naked breaft,
For liberty we groan;
We figh in Thee, our Lord, to rest,
And worship Thee alone.
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