HYMN XXII. Long Metre.
The Compaffion of a dying Chrift.

OUR

UR fpirits join t' adore the Lamb: that our feeble lips could move

In strains immortal as his name,

And melting as his dying love!

2 Was ever equal pity found?

The Prince of heav'n refigns his breath,
And pours his life out on the ground,
To ransom guilty worms from death!
3 [Rebels, we broke our Maker's laws ;
He from the threat'nings fet us free,
Bore the full vengeance on his cross,
And nail'd the curfes to the tree.]

4 [The law proclaims no terror now,
And Sinai's thunder roars no more:
From all his wounds new bleffings flow,
A fea of joy, without a fhore.

5 Here we have wash'd our deepest stains,
And heal'd our wounds with heav'nly blood;
Blefs'd fountain! springing from the veins
Of Jefus, our incarnate God.]

6 In vain our mortal voices strive
To speak compaflion fo divine ;
Had we a thousand lives to give,
A thousand lives fhould all be thine,
HYMN XXIII. Common Metre.
Grace and Glory by the Death of Chrift.

I [ ITTING around our Father's board
We raise our tuneful breath

Our faith beholds our dying Lord,
And dooms our fins to death.]

2 We fee the blood of Jefus fhed,
Whence all our pardons rise;

The finner views th' atonement made,
And loves the facrifice.

3 Thy cruel thorns, thy fhameful crofs,
Procure us heav'nly crowns:

Our highest gain fprings from thy lofs; Our healing, from thy wounds.

4 Oh! 'tis impoffible that we,
Who dwell in feeble clay,

Should equal fuff'rings bear for thee,
Or equal thanks repay.

HYMN XXIV.

FA

Common Metre.

Pardon and Strength from Chrift.

ATHER, we wait to feel thy grace,
To fee thy glory fhine;

The Lord will his own table blefs,

And make the feaft divine.

2 We touch, we taste the heav'nly bread; We drink the facred cup :

With outward forms our sense is fed,
Our fouls rejoice in hope.

3 We fhall appear before the throne
Of our forgiving God,

Drefs'd in the garments of his Son,
And fprinkled with his blood.

4 We fhall be ftrong to run the race,
And climb the upper fky;

Chrift will provide our fouls with grace,
He bought a large fupply.

5 Set us indulge a cheerful frame,
For joy becomes a feast;
We love the mem'ry of his name
More than the wine we taste.

HYMN XXV. Common Metre. Divine Glories and Graces.

How

OW are thy glories here difplay'd, Great God, how bright they fhine, While at thy word we break the bread, And pour the flowing wine!

2 Here thy revenging juftice ftands, And pleads its dreadful cause ; Here faving mercy fpreads her hands, Like Jefus on the cross.

3 Thy faints attend, with ev'ry grace, On this great facrifice

;

And love appears with cheerful face,
And faith with fixed eyes.

4 Our hope in waiting pofture fits,
To heav'n directs her fight;
Here ev'ry warmer paffion meets,
And warmer pow'rs unite.

5 Zeal and revenge perform their part, And rifing fin deftroy;

Repentance comes with aching heart,
Yet not forbids the joy.

6 Dear Saviour, change our

Let fin forever die

to fight;

Then fhall our fouls be all delight,
And ev'ry tear be dry.

I

CANNOT perfuade myself to put full period to these divine Hymns, until I have addreffed a fpecial Song of Glory to God the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. Though the Latin name of it, Gloria Patri, be retained in the English nation from the Roman church; and though there may be fome exceffes of fuperftitious honour paid to the words of it, which may have wrought fome unhappy prejudices in weaker Chriftians, yet I believe it still to be one of the noblest parts of christian worship. The fubject of it is the doctrine of the Trinity, which is that peculiar glory of the divine nature, that our Lord Jefus Chrift has fo clearly revealed unto men, and is fo neceffary to true Chriftianity. The action is praife, which is one of the most complete and exalted parts of heavenly worship. I have caft the fong into a variety of forms, and have fitted it by a plain verfion, or a larger paraphrafe, to be fung either alone, or at the conclufion of another Hymn. I have alfo added a few Hofannas, or afcriptions of falvation to Chrift, in the fame manner, and for the fame end.

With lived to testify that The popish doctrine of tronite,

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Sumptural DOXOLOGIES.

A Song of Praife to the ever-bleed T,
GOD the FATHER, SON, and SPIRIT.

XXVI. First Long Metre.
LESS'D be the Father, and his love,

Rivers of endless joys above,

And rills of comfort here below.

2 Glory to thee, great Son of God!
From whofe dear wounded body rolls
A precious ftream of vital blood,
Pardon and life for dying fouls.
3 We give thee. facred Spirit, praise,
Who, in our hearts of fin and wo,
Mak'ft living fprings of grace arife,
And into boundlefs glory flow.
4 Thus God the Father, Son,
And God the Spirit, we adore,
That fea of life and love unknown,
Without a bottom or a fhore.

XXVII. Firft Common Metre.

GLO

LORY to God the Father's name,
Who, from our finful race,
Chofe out his fav'rites to proclaim
The honours of his grace.

2 Glory to the Son be paid,
Who dwelt in humble clay,
'And, to redeem us from the dead,
Gave his own life away.