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CC'XLII. God's tender Care os his Church. 3. The spacious earth
NOW shall my inward joys arife,
And burst into a Almighty love inspires my heart, And pleafure tunes my tongue.
God on his thirsty Sion hill
Some mercy-drops has throw»;
And solemn oaths have bound His love
Why do we then indulge our sears,
Suspicions, and complaints?
Grow weary of his faints ?
Can a kind woma;i e'er forget
The .insant of her womb I And 'uiongst a thoufand tender thoughts,
Her fuckling have no room?
"Yet, faith the Lord, should nature "And mothers, monsters prove, [change,
"£:on still dwells upon the heart "Of everlasting love.:
"Deep on the palms of both my hands
"I haveengrav'ri her name, "My hands shall raife her ruin'd" wai!s,
"And buiid her broken frame."
5 CCXLHI. Glory and Grace in the Person os Christ.
t- ^T^)W t0 tIie *joRD anob'e*ons'
i. Al Awake my foul, awake my tongue;
Hofanna to th' eternal name,
And all His boundless love proclaim 1
3. See where it shines in J E s u's face,
nd spreadmg flood,
4 Rut in His looks a glory stands,
5. Grace! 'tis a sweet, a charming theme;
6- O may I live to reach the place,
1. s~\ ALL ye fimple fouls that stray
3. Madness ye count and mifery
Thejiie we lead beneath;
4. Pilgrims and penfive fojourners,
- O'erwhelm'd with gries and woes, Perplex'd ye think with needless sears, And pleafure's mortal foes;
J. Yet conscience in theHoLY Ghost
For He, whose blood is all our boast,
6" Riches, which are unsearchable,
And pleafuies, springing from the well
J. Angels, our guides to heav'nly blifs,
5. With Him e'er long we'll walk in white,
And in his image mine •,
J COXLV. D.firing a good Heart.
t-f~\ FOR an heart to praife my God,
6. An heart refign'd, submissive, meek,
My dear Redeemer's throne;
3. An humhlcr, lowly, contrite heart,
Believing true and clean ;.
4. An heart in ev'ry thought renew'd,
Ani'fill'd with love divine;
To triumph o'er the monster, death,
2. Joyful, with all the strength I have,
My quiv'ring lips should fing, "Where is thy boasted vict'ry, grate? "And where the monster's sting ?,'
3. If fin be pardon'd, I'm secure,
Death hath no fling befide; The law gives fin its damning pow'r ;' ButCHRisT, my ranfom, dy'd.
4. Now to the God of victory
Immortal thanks be piid; Who makes us conqu'rors while we die, Thro' Christ, our living head!
CCXLVII A Sight os Heaven in Sickness.
.FT have I fat in secret fighs,
it. But I forbid my forrows now,
3. My chearful foul now all the day
Sits waiting here, and fings; Looks thro' the ruins of her clay, And practifes her wings.
4. Faith almost changes into fight, .
While from afar she spies Her sair inheritance in light, Above created skies.
5. Had but the prifon-walls been strong,
And firm, -without a flaw;
6. But now the everlasting hills
: [7. The shines of heav'n rush sweetly in
9 Or rather let this flesh decay,
CCXLVIII. Brotherly Love.
i (~\ God, our father and our king,
\J Of all we have or hope the spring;
2. May we from ev'ry act abstain,
5. Still may we seel our hearts inclin'd
4 With pity let our breast o'erflow,
5- Let love in all our conduct shine,
Thusmavwe Christ's disciples prove,
iViy complaint vouchfase
Who came to manifest Thy love. i CCXL1X. A'Ptnitent begging Forgiveness.
incline thine ear, "to hear; Sore diitrest with guilt am I, Give me Christ, or else I die.
2. Wealth and honor 1 disdain. Earthly comsorts all are vain; They can never satissy:
Give me Ch Hist, or else I die.
3. Lo Rd, deny me what thou wilt,
4 All unholy, all unclean,
5. Thou dost freely fave the lost,
6. O my God, what shall iVay?
7. Does the F A T H E R seem to frown?
Save me Lord, or else I die. '* CCL. ?be Christian's covenant J1y. i. r^\ HAPPY day, that six'd my choice \J On Thee, my Saviour, and my
Well may the glowing heart rejoice,
3. O happy bond, that f-als our vows,'
3.'Tis.done; the great tranfaction's done:
4. Now rest my long divided heart,
5. High heav'n, that heard the solemn vow,
And bless in death a bond so dear.
* CCLL. she Blessings of a Gospel Church. 7s
I. /~\ HOW over-joy'd was I,
V^/ When the solemn hour drew nigh;
1. Come, my chearsul brethren faid,
3. Running at His kind coirmand.
Will we sor His mercy wait.
4. Love the channels of His grace;
5. God hath built His church below,
6. There the chosen tribes go up,
7. Pray, my friends, and never cease,
8 Hail the venerable name,
9 Dwell within Thy ramparts peace,-
i0. For my friends and brethrens fake,
+/ CCLII. Repentance at the Cross *
i. f~\ IF my soul was sorm'd sor woe,
\~/ How would 1 vent my Gghs!
Repentance should like rivers flow
From both my streaming eyes.
3. 'Twas sor my sins, my dearest Lord
3. O how I hate those lusts of mine,
He gives to breathe the vital air,
Has made our cup with grace o'evftS*,
Those sins that pierc'd and nail'd Hisstesh %, Fast to the fatal wood!
4 Yes, my Redeemer, They shall die,
My heart has so decreed;
Nor will I spare the guilty things, 3
That made my Saviour bleed.
5 Whilst with a melting broken heart,
My n-.urder'd Lord I view; 111 raife revenge against my sins, A
And Any the murd'rers too.
CCLIII. Admiring Christ's Love.
l-(~\ LOVE divine how sweet Thou art!
All taken up with Thee j• 1 thirst, and faint, and die to prove The greatness of rt deeming Icrje; The love of CHRIST to me. 2. Stronger his Love than death or hell; Its riches are unsearchable;
The sirst-born sons of light Desire in v^in its depth to see; They cannot reach the mysterv, ,
The length, and breadth, and height. 3 0 that I could sor ever sit, ".
With Mary, at the Master's seet!
Be this my happy choice!
CCLIV. On a new-born Child.
1 f^H may our ever gratesul hearts \J Their chearsul tribute l-tirg To the great sov reign of the skies, 2.
And of his mercy sing s
As out of dat knef; into light
Of old all nature sprung;
The offspring of the womb. t
But as the blushing blooming rose,
And all the flow'ry tribes;
And like a river glides.
To fave or to destroy!
Or stop the whirling fun ,
Thro' wealth and peace should run. In virtue's paths, and that straight ro ad
Which leads to realms_ above; The only solid joys await
The child its parents love..
To sorm the youthful heart;
Ne'er srom this child dtpart!
CCLV- A Morning Song.
ONCE more, my soul, the rising day
To Him that, rules the skies.