2 With joy the Father doth approve
The fruit of his eternal love;
The Son with joy looks down and fees
The purchase of his agonies.
3 The Spirit takes delight to view
The holy foul he form'd anew;
And faints and angels join to fing
The growing empire of their King.
The Beatitudes. Matt. v. 2-12. LEST are the humble souls that fee Their emptiness and poverty; Treasures of grace to them are giv'n, And crowns of joy laid up in heav'n.
2 Bless'd are the men of broken heart,
Who mourn for fin with inward smart;
The blood of Christ divinely flows,
A healing balm for all their woes.
3 Bless'd are the meek, who stand afar
From rage and passion, noife and war;
God will secure their happy state,
And plead their cause against the great.
4 Bless'd are the fouls that thirst for grace,
Hunger and long for righteousness;
They shall be well fupply'd and fed
With living reams and living bread.
5 Bless'd are the men whose bowels move
And melt with sympathy and love;
From Christ the Lord shall they obtain
Like sympathy and love again.
6 Bless'd are the pure, whose hearts are clean From the defiling pow'r of fin;
With endless pleasure they shall fee
A God of spotless purity.
7 Bless'd are the men of peaceful life,
Who quench the coals of growing strife;
They shall be call'd the heirs of blifs,
The fons of God, the God of peace.
8 Blest are the fuff'rers who partake
Of pain and shame for Jesus' fake;
Their fouls shall triumph in the Lord;
Glory and joy are their reward.
HYMN CIII. Common Metre.
Not ashamed of the Gospel. 2 Tim. i. 12.
'M not asham'd to own my Lord,
Or to defend his cause,
Maintain the honour of his word,
The glory of his cross.
2 Jesus, my God! I know his name;
His name is all my trust :
Nor will he put my foul to shame,
Nor let my hope be loft.
3 Firm as his throne, his promise stands,
And he can well fecure
What I've committed to his hands,
Till the decisive hour.
4 Then will he own my worthlefs name
Before his Father's face,
And in the new Jerufalem
Appoint my foul a place.
HYMN CIV. Common Metre. A State of Nature and of Grace. 1 Cor. vi. 10, ΙΙ.
'N OT the malicious or profane,
The wanton or the proud,
Nor thieves, nor fland'rers, shall obtain
The kingdom of our God.
2 Surprising grace ! and such were we
By nature and by fin,
Heirs of immortal misery,
Unholy and unclean.
3 But we are wash'd in Jesus' blood,
We're pardon'd through his name;
And the good Spirit of our God
Has fanctify'd our frame.
40 for a perfevering pow'r
To keep thy just commands ! We would defile our hearts no more, No more pollute our hands. HYMN CV. Common Metre. Heaven invisible and holy. I Cor. ii. 9, 10. Rev. xxi. 27.
OR eye hath seen, nor ear has heard,
Nor sense nor reason known,
What joys the Father has prepar'd
For those that love the Son.
2 But the good Spirit of the Lord
Reveals a heaven to come :
The beams of glory in his word
Allure and guide us home.
3 Pure are the joys above the sky,
And all the region peace;
No wanton lips, nor envious eye,
Can fee or taste the blifs.
4 Those holy gates for ever bar
Pollution, fin and shame;
None shall obtain admittance there,
But foll'wers of the Lamb.
5 He keeps the Father's book of life,
There all their names are found;
The hypocrite in vain shall strive
To tread the heav'nly ground.
HYMN CVI. Short Metre.
Dead to Sin by the Grofs of Christ. Rom. vi. 1, 2, 6.
Because thy grace abounds ?
Or crucify the Lord again,
And open all his wounds ?
Forbid it, mighty God!
Nor let it e'er be faid,
That we, whose fins are crucify'd,
Should raife them from the dead.
We will be flaves no more,
Since Christ hath made us free,
Has nail'd our tyrants to his cross,
And bought our liberty.
HYMN CVII. Long Metre.
The Fall and Recovery of Man; or, Christ and Satan at enmity. Gen. iii. 1, 15, 17. Gal.iv. 4. Col. ii. 15.
ECEIV'D by subtle snares of hell,
Adam, our head, our father, fell;
When satan, in the ferpent hid,
Propos'd the fruit that God forbid.
2 Death was the threat'ning: death began
To take poffeffion of the man ;
His unborn race receiv'd the wound,
And heavy curses smote the ground.
3 But Satan found a worse reward;
Thus faith the vengeance of the Lord,
"Let everlasting hatred be
"Betwixt the woman's feed and thee.
"The woman's feed shall be my Son;
" He shall destroy what thou hast done;
"Shall break thy head, and only feel
"Thy malice raging at his heel."
5 [He spake-and bid four thousand years
Roll on; at length his Son appears;
Angels with joy defcend to earth,
And fing the young Redeemer's birth.
6 Lo! by the fons of hell he dies;
But, as he hung 'twixt earth and skies,
He gave their prince a fatal blow,
And triumph'd o'er the pow'rs below.]
HYMN CVIII. Short Metre.
Christ unseen and beloved. 1 Pet. i. 8.
OT with our mortal eyes
Have we beheld the Lord;
Yet we rejoice to hear his name,
And love him in his word.
On earth we want the fight
Of our Redeemer's face;
Yet, Lord, our inmost thoughts delight
To dwell upon thy grace.
And when we taste thy love,
Our joys divinely grow
Unspeakable, like those above,
And heav'n begins below.
HYMN CIX. Long Metre.
The Value of Christ and his Righteousness. Phil.
Nomor my God,
O more, my God, I boast no more
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