4 The God of Abr'am claims our praife; His promifes endure;
And Chrift, the Lord, in gentler ways,
Makes the falvation fure.
HYMN CXXXV.
Types and Prophecies of Chrift.
EHOLD the woman's promis'd feed!
Behold the great Meffiah_come !
Behold the prophets all agreed
To give him the fuperior room!
2 Abr'am, the faint, rejoic'd of old,
When vifions of the Lord he faw;
Mofes, the man of God, foretold
This great Fulfiller of his law.
3 The types bore witness to his name,
Obtain'd their chief defign, and ceas'd;
The incenfe, and the bleeding lamb,
The ark, the altar, and the prieft.
4 Predictions in abundance meet,
To join their bleffings on his head;
Jefus, we worship at thy feet;
And nations own the promis'd feed.
HYMN CXXXVI.
Miracles at the Birth of Chrift.
I THE King of glory fends his Son
To make his entrance on this earth;
Behold, the midnight bright as noon,
And heav'nly hofts declare his birth!
2 About the young Redeemer's head
What wonders and what glories meet!
An unknown ftar arofe, and led
The eastern fages to his feet.
3 Simeon and Anna both conspire
The infant Saviour to proclaim;
Inward they felt the facred fire,
And blefs'd the babe, and own'd his name. T
4 Let Jews and Greeks blafpheme aloud, And treat the holy Child with fcorn; Our fouls adore th' eternal God,
Who condescended to be born.
HYMN CXXXVII.
Miracles in the Life, Death, and Refurrection of Chrift.
EHOLD the blind their fight receive!
Behold the dead awake, and live!
The dumb fpeak wonders! and the lame
Leap like the hart, and blefs his name!
2 Thus doth th' eternal Spirit own
And feal the miffion of the Son;
The Father vindicates his caufe,
While he hangs bleeding on the crofs.
3 He dies! the heav'ns in mourning ftood;
He rifes and appears a God:
Behold the Lord afcending high,
No more to bleed, no more to die!
4 Hence, and forever, from my heart
I bid my doubts and fears depart;
And to thofe hands my foul refign,
Which bear credentials fo divine.
HYMN CXXXVIII. Long Metre.
The Power of the Gospel.
THIS is the word of truth and love,
Sent to the nations from above;
Jehovah here refolves to fhew
What his almighty grace can do.
2 This remedy did wifdom find,
To heal difeafes of the mind;
This fov'reign balm, whofe virtues can
Reftore the ruin'd creature, man.
3 The gofpel bids the dead revive;
Sinners obey the voice, and live;
Dry bones are rais'd, and cloth'd afresh;
And hearts of ftone are turn'd to flesh.
4 [Where fatan reign'd in fhades of night,
The gofpel ftrikes a heav'nly light;
Our luft its wond'rous pow'r controls,
And calms the rage of angry fouls.
5 Lions and beafts, of favage name,
Put on the nature of the lamb ;
While the wide world efteems it ftrange,
Gaze, and admire, and hate the change.]
6 May but this grace my foul renew,
Let finners gaze, and hate me too;
The word that faves me, does engage
A fure defence from all their rage.
HYMN CXXXIX. Long Metre.
The Example of Chrift.
My dear Redeemer, and my Lord,
I read my duty in thy word:
But in thy life the law appears,
Drawn out in living characters.
2 Such was thy truth, and fuch thy zeal-
Such def'rence to thy Father's will-
Such love, and meeknefs, fo divine,
I would tranfcribe, and make them mine.
3 Cold mountains, and the midnight air,
Witnefs'd the fervour of thy pray'r;
The defart thy temptations knew,
Thy conflict, and thy vict'ry too.
4 Be thou my pattern-make me bear
More of thy gracious image here;
Then God, the Judge, fhall own my name
Amongst the foll'wers of the Lamb,
HYMN CXL. Common Metre.
The Examples of Chrift and the Saints.
IVE me the wings of faith to rife
Within the veil, and fee
The faints above-how great their joys-
How bright their glories be!
2 Once they were mourning here below,
And wet their couch with tears;
They wrestled hard, as we do now,
With fins, and doubts, and fears.
3 I ask them, whence their vict'ry came ?
They, with united breath,
Afcribe their conqueft to the Lamb;
Their triumph, to his death.
4 They mark'd the footfteps that he trod,
(His zeal infpir'd their breaft)
And, foll'wing their incarnate God,
Poffefs'd the promis'd reft.
5 Our glorious Leader claims our praise,
For his own pattern giv'n;
While the long cloud of witneffes
Shew the fame path to heav'n.
HYMN CXLI. Common Metre.
Faith affifted by Senfe; or, Preaching, Baptifm, and the
Lord's Supper.
TY Saviour God, my fov'reign Prince,
M Reigns far above the skies;
But brings his graces down to fenfe,
And helps my faith to rife.
2 Mine eyes and ears fhall blefs his name,
They read and hear his word;
My touch and tafte fhall do the fame,
When they receive the Lord,
3. Baptifmal water is defign'd
To feal his cleanfing grace;
While, at his feaft of bread and wine,
He gives his faints a place.
But not the waters of a flood
Can make my flesh fo clean,
As, by his Spirit and his blood,
He'll wafh my foul from fin..
5 Not choiceft meats, nor nobleft wines,
So much my heart refresh,
As when my faith goes through the figns,
And feeds upon his flesh.
.6 I love the Lord, who ftoops so low,
To give his word a feal;
But the rich grace his hands bestow
Exceeds the figures ftill.
HYMN CXLII. Short Metre.
Faith in Chrift our Sacrifice.
OT all the blood of beafts,
On Jewish altars flain,
Could give the guilty confcience peace,
Or wash away the stain..
But Chrift, the heav'nly Lamb,
Takes all own an
A facrifice of nobler name,
And richer blood than they.
My faith would lay her hand
On that dear head of thine,
While, like a penitent, I ftand,
And there confefs my fin..
4 My foul looks back to fee
The burdens thou didft bear,
When hanging on the curfed tree,
And hopes her guilt was there.
Believing, we rejoice
To fee the curfe remove;
We blefs the Lamb with cheerful voice,
And fing his bleeding love.
HYMN CLXIII.
HAT diff'rent pow'rs of grace and fin
Attend our mortal ftate!
I hate the thoughts that work within,
And do the works I hate.
2 Now I compiain, and groan, and die,
While fin and fatan reign
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