His future glory we were giv'n;
Our loss had been his loss of heav'n;
But he was strong to save.

4.

The members giv'n unto the Head,
One Son, one perfect body made,
The darling of our God:

He gave each member's curse and pride
To die the death when Jesus died,
All to be purg'd with blood.

PART SECOND.

5

That Christ might make our nature clean,
The Father laid on him our sin,
Whilst with temptations toss'd;

Most dreadful cries were heard with blood,
And in the storm and wrath of God,
Perdition's son was lost.

6

Lost from the Father's piercing sight,
Deep buried in eternal night,

Now lies the man of sin;

. And lost forever from our view, When we in spirit Jesus know, And with him enter in.

7

Now are the scriptures all fulfill'd
In Christ, the virgin's promis'd child;
Man sav'd, and sin condemn'd :
Brought home to see the Father's face,
Where we inherit all his grace,
And are by him esteem'd.

HYMN 171. L. M.

HERE shall no trouble or dismay
Reach us, nor want, nor sin, nor shanie,

For Christ, to day, and yesterday,
And to eternity's the same.

2

Here consummate in joy and peace,
We hail that wounded, bleeding heart,
Where, sav'd from sin, we'll never cease
To praise the Lamb, our better part.

3

Now all things in one period turn;
Sin dare no more to shew its head;
No more we want, nor sigh, nor mourn,
On ev'ry foe, we conqu'ring tread.

4

The end is come, God hath appear'd,
Assum❜d our flesh, and blood, and bone ;
The body, in his love prepar'd,

Is that, where Christ and we are one.

O death! where's now thy sting and curse?
Where's now thy boasted pow'r and might ?
We feel no more the dread remorse,
Nor can thy terrors us affright.

6

Glory to our incarnate God!

We're sav'd in him; the work is done ;

He leads us, by the Saviour's blood,

Up to the glories of his throne.

HYMN 172. P. M.

YE children of my God,

Ye dear peculiar race,
Who're wash'd in Jesus' blood,

And sav'd through faith by grace ;—

Attend and join to tell his fame,

Whom John the Baptist call'd the Lamb.

1

From all eternity

2

He lov'd the sinner's train ;
His love forc'd him to die,
Compell'd him to be slain :

For us, and in our stead, he stood,
With all his garments roll'd in blood.

3

His heart he set on us

When we are enemies ;
And on th' accursed cross,
Amidst his tears and cries,

He pray'd for us, who us'd him so,
"Father, they know not what they do!"

4

He thought upon us when

The blood ran from his heart,

In all his grief and pain,

In all his chiefest smart :

Though we it caus'd, he all forgave,
And bare it, that he might us save.

5

Still he remains the same;

His foes he loves, and cries,"
"Believe ye in my name,

Lift up, ye lost, your eyes;
Behold me, and you yet shall live,
I freely will salvation give."

HYMN 173. P. M.

O THOU, who didst thy glory leave,
Apostate sinners to retrieve

From nature's deadly fall!
Since thou hast bought me with a price,
My sins against me ne'er shall rise,
For thou hast borne them all.

2

And wast thou punish'd in my stead?
Didst thou without the city bleed
To expiate my stains?

On earth my God vouchsaf'd to dwell,
And made of infinite avail

The suff'rings of the man.

3

And wast thou for transgressors giv'n?
And did th' incarnate King of heav'n
For us, his foes expire ?

Amaz'd, O earth, the tidings hear!
He bore, that we might never bear,
His Father's righteous ire.

4

Ye saints, the man of sorrows bless,
The God, for your unrighteousness
Deputed to atone :

Praise, till with the ransom'd throng
Ye sing the never ending song,
And see him on his throne.

HYMN 174. S. M.

JESUS! the Grace reveal'd,
The great Salvation shown,
The Sum of love's decrees unseal'd,
The plant of great renown.

2

Rais'd by the Father's grace, The Plant of his right hand, To represent, before his face, The souls from ev'ry land.

3

Plant of the Father's care;
On whom his love did shine ;

The branches in him hidden were,
Till he grew to a vine.

4

Th' eternal Husbandman, To make his branches pure, In wisdom infinite began

Our barrenness to cure.

5

He then this vine would dress, Whilst love his hand did urge, That ev'ry branch in righteousness He in one vine might purge.

6

From each superfl'ous shoot,
The buds of man's offence
This to destroy, he purg'd the root,
And in it ev'ry branch.

HYMN 175. C. M.

TH' unutterable Word thou art,
O Christ, to sons of men !
Jehovah spake thee from his heart,
And worlds existed then.

2

He spake thee, then, a law to all
The glorious hierarchy;

And firm decreed their dreadful fall,
Who would not worship thee.

3,

By thee he rules the worlds above,
And all the worlds below;
By thee, he doth his grace and love,
His wrath and justice, shew.

4

Thou, the exalted throne of grace,
The Father's peaceful seat,