My touch and tafle fhall do the fame,
When they receive the Lord.
3 Baptifmal water is defign'd
To feal his cleaning grace;
While, at his feaft of bread and wine,
He gives his faints a place.
4 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 fo 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 facrifice.
1 NOT all the blood of beafts,
On Jewish altars flain,
Could give the guilty confcience peace,
Or wash away the fain,
2 But Chrift, the heavenly Lamb,
Takes all our fins away;
A facrifice of nobler naine,
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.
5 Believing, we rejoice
To fee the curfe remove;
We blefs the Lamb with cheerful voice,
And fing his bleeding love.
HYMN CXLIII. Common Metre.
HAT different powers of grace and fin
Attend our mortal ftate!
I hate the thoughts that work within,
And do the works I hate.
2 Now I complain, and groan, and die,
While fin and Satan reign;
Now raise my fongs of triumph high,
For grace prevails again.
3 So darknefs ftruggles with the light,
Till perfect day arife;
Water and fire maintain the fight
Until the weaker dies.
4 Thus will the flesh and Spirit ftrive,
And vex and break my peace;
But I fhall quit this mortal life,
And fin forever cease.
The effufion of the Spirit; or, the fuccefs of the gospel. REAT was the day, the joy was great, GWhen the divine difciples met;
Whilft on their heads the Spirit came,
And fat like tongues of cloven flame.
What gifts, what miracles he gave !
And power to give, and power to fave!
Furnish'd their tongues with wondrous words,
Inftead of fhields, and fpears, and fwords.
3 Thus arm'd, he fent the champions forth,
From east to west, from fouth to north
Go, and affert your Saviour's caufe;
Go, fpread the mystery of his crofs."
Thefe weapons of the holy war,
Of what almighty force they are,
To make our ftubborn paffions bow,
And lay the proudeft rebel low !
5 Notions, the learned and the rude,
Are by thefe heavenly arms fubdu'd;
While Satan rages at his lofs,
And hates the doctrine of the crofs.
6 Great King of Grace, my heart fubdue ;
I would be led in triumph too,
A willing captive to my Lord,
And fing the victories of his word.
HYMN CXLV. Common Metre. [*]
Sight through a glass, and face to face.
LOVE the windows of thy grace,
Through which my Lord is teen;
And long to meet my Saviour's face,
Without a glafs between.
2 Oh, that the happy hour were come,
To change my faith to fight!
I fhall behold my Lord at home
In a diviner light.
8 Hafte, my Beloved, and remove
Thefe interpofing_days;
Then fhall my paffions all be love,
And all my powers be praife.
HYMN CXLVI. Long Metre.
The vanity of creatures; or, no reft on earth.
AN has a foul of vaft defires;
He burns within with reftlefs fires!
Tofs'd to and fro, his paffions fly
From vanity to vanity.
2 In vain on earth we hope to find
Some folid good to fill the mind:
We try new pleasures-but we feel
The inward thirst and torment fill.
3 So when a raging fever burns,
We fhift from fide to fide, by turns;
And 'tis a poor relief we gain,
To change the place, but keep the pain. 4 Great God! fubdue this vicious thirst, This love to vanity and duft;
Cure the vile fever of the mind,
And feed our fouls with joys refin'd.
HYMN CXLVII.
Common Metre.
The creation of the world.
WOW let a fpacious world arise,"
"NOW
Said the Creator, Lord :
At once th' obedient earth and skies
Rofe at his fovereign word.
2 [Dark was the deep; the waters lay
Confus'd, and drown'd the land;
He call'd the light-the new-born day
Attends on his command.
3 He bids the clouds afcend on high;
The clouds afcend, and bear
A watery treasure to the fky,
And float on fofter air.
4 The liquid element below
Was gather'd by his hand;
The rolling feas together flow,
And leave the folid land.
5 With herbs and plants (a flowery birth)
The naked globe he crown'd,
Ere there was rain to blefs the earth,
Or fun to warm the ground.
6 Then he adorn'd the upper fkies;
Behold the fun appears;
The moon and ftars in order rife,
To mark out months and years.
7 Out of the deep th Almighty King
Did vital beings frame;
The painted fowls of every wing,
And fish of every name.]
8 He gave the lion and the worm
At once their wondrous birth;
And grazing beafts, of various form,
Rofe from the teeming earth.
9 Adam was form'd of equal clay,
Though fovereign of the reft,
Defign'd for nobler ends than they,
With God's own image bleft.
10 Thus glorious in the Maker's eye,
The young creation ftood;
He faw the building from on high,
His word pronounc'd it good.
11 Lord, while the frame of nature stands
Thy praife fhall fill my tongue;
But the new world of grace demands
A more exalted fong.
HYMN CXLVIII. Common Metre. [*]
God reconciled in Chrift.
names above,
My Jefus, and my God!
DEAREST of all the
Who can refift thy heavenly love,
Or trifle with thy blood?"
2 'Tis by the merits of thy death
The Father fmiles again;
'Tis by thine interceding breath
The Spirit dwells with men.
3 Till God in human flefh I fee,
My thoughts no comfort find;
The holy, juft and facred Three
Are terrors to my mind.
But if Immanuel's face appear,
My hope, my joy begins;
His name forbids my flavifh fear,
His grace removes my fins.
5 While Jews on their own law rely,
And Greeks of wisdom boaft,
I love th' incarnate myftery,
And there I fix my truit.
HYMN CXLIX. Common Metre. [*]
Honour to magiftrates; or, government from God.
E And Lord of all below,
TERNAL Sovereign of the sky,
We mortals to thy Majefty
Our firft obedience owe.
Our fouls adore thy throne fupreme,
And bless thy providence,
For magiftrates of meaner name,
Our glory and defence.
3 [The rulers of thefe States fhall fhine
With rays above the rest,
Where laws and liberties combine
To make a nation blefs'd.]
4 Kingdoms on firm foundations stand,
While virtue finds reward;
And finners perifh from the land,
By juftice and the fword.
5 Let Cefar's due be ever paid
To Cefar and his throne
But confciences and fouls were made
To be the Lord's alone.
HYMN CL. Common Metre.
The deceitfulness of fin.
has a thousand treacherous arts
To practife on the mind;
With flattering looks fhe tempts our hearts,
But leaves a fting behind.
2 With names of virtue fhe deceives
The aged and the young;
And while the heedlefs wretch believes,
She makes his fetters ftrong.
8 She pleads for all the joys fhe brings,
And gives a fair pretence;
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