I quit the hopes I held before,
To trust the merits of thy Son.

2 Now, for the love I bear his name,
What was my gain, I count my loss :
My former pride I call my shame,
And nail my glory to his cross.
3 Yes, and I must and will efteem
All things but loss for Jesus' fake:
O may my foul be found in him,
And of his righteousness partake.
4 The best obedience of my hands
Dares not appear before thy throne;
But faith can answer thy demands,
By pleading what my Lord has done.

HYMN CX. Common Metre.

Death and immediate Glory. 2 Cor. v. 1, 5, 8.

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THERE is a house not made with hands,

Eternal and on high;
And here my spirit waiting stands,
''Till God shall bid it fly.

2 Shortly this prison of my clay
Must be dissolv'd, and fall;
Then, O my foul, with joy obey
Thy heav'nly Father's call.

3 'Tis he, by his almighty grace,
That forms thee fit for heav'n;
And, as an earnest of the place,
Has his own Spirit giv'n.
4 We walk by faith of joys to come;
Faith lives upon his word;
But while the body is our home,
We're abfent from the Lord.

5 'Tis pleasant to believe thy grace,
But we had rather fee;

We would be absent from the flesh,
And prefent, Lord, with thee.

HYMN CXI. Common Metre.
Salvation by Grace. Titus iii. 3, 7.

1 [LORD, we confefs our num'rous faults, How great our guilt has been ! Foolish and vain were all our thoughts, And all our lives were fin.

2 But, O my foul, for ever praise, For ever love his name,

Who turns thy feet from dang'rous ways
Of folly, fin, and shame.]

3 ['Tis not by works of righteousness
Which our own hands have done;
But we are sav'd by sov'reign grace,
Abounding through his Son.]

4 'Tis from the mercy of our God
That all our hopes begin;
"Tis by the water and the blood
Our fouls are wash'd from fin.

5 'Tis through the purchase of his death
Who hung upon the tree,
The Spirit is fent down to breathe
On such dry bones as we.

6 Rais'd from the dead, we live anew;

And justify'd by grace,
We shall appear in glory too,
And fee our Father's face.

HYMN СХІІ. Common Metre.

The brazen Serpent; or, Looking to Jefus. John iii.

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ver. 14-16.

O did the Hebrew prophet raise
The brazen ferpent high;
The wounded felt immediate ease,
The camp forbore to die.

2 " Look upward in the dying hour,
"And live," the prophet cries ;
But Chrift performs a nobler cure,
When faith lifts up her eyes.
3 High on the cross the Saviour hung;
High in the heav'ns he reigns
Here sinners, by th' old ferpent stung,
Look, and forget their pains.

4 When God's own Son is lifted up,
A dying world revives;
The Jew beholds the glorious hope,
Th' expiring Gentile lives.

HYMN CXIII. Common Metre.

Abraham's Blefsing on the Gentiles. Gen. xvii. 7. Rom, xv. 8. Mark x. 14.

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OW large the promise! how divine,
To Abr'am and his feed !

"I'll be a God to thee and thine,
"Supplying all their need."

2 The words of his extensive love
From age to age endure;
The Angel of the cov'nant proves,
And feals the blessing fure.

3 Jesus the ancient faith confirms,
To our great fathers giv'n;

He takes young children to his arms,
And calls them heirs of heav'n.

4 Our God, how faithful are his ways!
His love endures the fame;
Nor from the promise of his grace
Blots out the children's name.

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HYMN CXIV. Common Metre. The fame. Romans xi. 16, 17. ENTILES by nature, we belong To the wild olive wood; Grace takes us from the barren tree, And grafts us in the good. 2 With the same blessings, grace endows The Gentile and the Jew; If pure and holy be the root, Such are the branches too.

3 Then let the children of the faints
Be dedicate to God;

Pour out thy spirit on them, Lord,
And wash them in thy blood.

4 Thus to the parents and their feed
Shall thy falvation come,
And num'rous housholds meet at last
In one eternal home.

HYMN CXV. Common Metre. Conviction of Sin by the Law. Romans vii. 8, 9,

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14, 24.

ORD, how secure my confcience was,
And felt no inward dread!

I was alive without the law,

And thought my fins were dead.

2 My hopes of heav'n were firm and bright; But fince the precept came

With a convincing pow'r and light,
I find how vile I am.

3 [My guilt appear'd but small before,

Till terribly I faw

How perfect, holy, just, and pure,
Was thine eternal law.

4 Then felt my foul the heavy load;
My fins reviv'd again;
I had provok'd a dreadful God,
And all my hopes were flain.]

5 I'm like a helpless captive fold,
Under the pow'r of fin;
I cannot do the good I would,
Nor keep my confcience clean.

6 My God, I cry with every breath,
For fome kind pow'r to save,
To break the yoke of fin and death,
And thus redeem the flave.

HYMN CXVI. Long Metre. Love to God and our Neighbour. Matth. xxii. 37-40.

THUS faith the first, the great command, "Let all thy inward pow'rs unite, "To love thy Maker and thy God, "With utmost vigour and delight.

2 "Then shall thy neighbour next in place "Share thine affection and esteem; "And let thy kindness to thyself "Measure and rule thy love to him." 3 This is the sense that Moses spoke, This did the prophets preach and prove; For want of this, the law is broke, And the whole law's fulfill'd by love.