HYMN CXIX. Common Metre. [b] The different fuccefs of the gofpel. 1 Cor. i. 23, 24. 2 Cor. ii. 16. 1 Cor. iii. 6, 7. HRIST and his crofs are all our theme; The myfteries that we speak

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Are fcandal in the Jews' eftcem,

And folly to the Greek.

2 But fouls enlighten'd from above,
With joy receive the word;
They fee what wifdom, power and love
Shine in their dying Lord.

3 The vital favour of his name
Reftores their fainting breath;
But unbelief perverts the fame
To guilt, defpair and death.
Till God diffufe his graces down,
Like fhowers of heavenly rain,
In vain Apollos fows the ground,
And Paul may plant in vain.

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HYMN CXX. Common Metre. [*]
Faith of things unfeen. Heb. xi. 1, 3, 8, 10.
AITH is the brighteft evidence

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Of things beyond our fight,

Breaks through the clouds of flesh and sense,
And dwells in heavenly light.

2 It fets times paft in prefent view,
Brings diftant profpects home,
Of things a thoufand years ago,
Or thousand years to come.

3 By faith we know the worlds were made
By God's almighty word:
Abrah'm, to unknown countries led,
By faith obey'd the Lord.

4 He fought a city, fair and high,

Built by th' eternal hands;

And faith affures us, though we die,

That heavenly building itands.

HYMN CXXI. Common Metre. [*] Children devoted to God. Gen. xvii. 7, 10.

xvi. 14, 15, 33.

(For thofe who practile Infant Baptifm.)
HUS faith the mercy of the Lord,
"I'll be a God to thee:
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"I'll blefs thy numerous race, and they
46 Shall be a feed for me."

2 Abrah'm believ'd the promis'd grace,
And gave his fons to God;
But water feals the blefling now,
That once was feal'd with blood.
3 Thus Lydia fanctify'd her house,
When the receiv'd the word;
Thus the believing jailer gave
His household to the Lord.
4 Thus later faints, Eternal King!
Thine ancient truths embrace;
To thee their infant offspring bring,
And humbly claim the grace.

HYMN CXXII. Long Metre.

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Believers buried with Chrift in baptifm. Rom. vi. 3, &c.

'D we not know that folemn word,

That we are bury'd with the Lord;

Baptiz'd into his death, and then
Put off the body of our fin?

2 Our fouls receive diviner breath,
Rais'd from corruption, guilt, and death:
So from the grave did Chrift_arife,
And lives to God above the fkies.

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No more let fin or Satan reign
Over our mortal flesh again;
The various lufts we ferv'd before,

Shall have dominion now no more.

HYMN CXXIII. Common Metre. [b] The repenting prodigal. Luke xv. 13, &c. EHOLD the wretch, whofe luft and wine Has wafted his eftate;

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He begs a fhare amongst the fwine,

To tafte the hufks they eat!

"I die with hunger here," he cries;
"I ftarve in foreign lands;

My Father's houfe has large fupplies,
"And bounteous are his hands.

3 "I'll go, and with a mournful tongue
"Fall down before his face;

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Father, I've done thy justice wrong,
"Nor can deferve thy grace."

He faid--and haften'd to his home,
To feek his Father's love;
The Father faw the rebel come,
And all his bowels move.

5 He ran, and fell upon his neck,
Embrac'd and kifs'd his fon;

The rebel's heart with forrow brake,
For follies he had done.

6 "Take off his clothes of fhame and fin,"
(The Father gives command)
"Drefs him in garments white and clean,
"With rings adorn his hand.

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"A day of feafting I ordain;

"Let mirth and joy abound;

"My fon was dead, and lives again, "Was loft, and now is found.”

HYMN CXXIV. Long Metre. [b] The first and fecond Adam, Rom. v. 12, &c. EEP in the duft, before thy throne,

DEE

Our guilt and our difgrace we own:
Great God we own th' unhappy name,
Whence fprung our nature and our fhame.
Adam the finner: At his fall,

Death, like a conqueror, feiz'd us all;
A thoufand new-born babes are dead,
By fatal union to their head.

3 But whilft our fpirits, fill'd with awe,
Behold the terrors of thy law,

We fing the honours of thy grace,
That fent to fave our ruin'd race.
4 We fing thine everlasting Son,
Who join'd our nature to his own;
Adam the fecond, from the duft
Raifes the ruins of the firk.

5 By the rebellion of one man,
Through all his feed the mischief ran;
And by one man's obedience now,
Are all his feed made righteous too.

6 Where fin did reign and death abound,
There have the fons of Adam found

Abounding life-there glorious grace
Reigns through the Lord our righteousness.]

HYMN CXXV. Common Metre. [*]
Christ's compaffion to the weak and tempted. Heb. iv.
15, 16, and v. 7. Matt. xii. 20.
ITH joy we meditate the grace
Of our High Priest above;
His heart is made of tenderness,

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His bowels melt with love.

2 Touch'd with a fympathy within,
He knows our feeble frame;
He knows what fore temptations mean,
For he has felt the fame.

3 But fpotlefs, innocent and pure
The great Redeemer ftood,
While Satan's fiery darts he bore,
And did refift to blood.

4 He in the days of feeble flesh
Pour'd out his cries and tears,
And in his meafure feels afresh
What every member bears.

5 [He'll never quench the fmoaking flax,
But raise it to a flame :

The bruifed reed he never breaks,
Nor fcorns the meaneft name.]

6 Then let our humble faith addrefs
His mercy and his power;
We fhall obtain delivering grace
In the diftreffing hour.

HYMN CXXVI. Long Metre.

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Charity and uncharitableness. Rom. xiv. 17, 19.

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1 Cor. x. 32.

NOT different food, nor different drefs,
Compofe the kingdom of our Lord,
But peace, and joy, and righteousness,
Faith, and obedience to his word.
2 When weaker Chriftians we defpife,
We do the gofpel mighty wrong;
For God, the gracious and the wife,
Receives the feeble with the ftrong.
3 Let pride and wrath be banish'd hence,
Meeknefs and love our fouls pursue;

Nor fhall our practice give offence

To faints, the Gentile, or the Jew.

HYMN CXXVII. Long Metre.

Chrift's invitation to finners; or, humility and pride. Mat. xi. 28-30.

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"COME
Ce heavy laden finners, come:

OME hither, all ye weary fouls,

Ye

"I'll give you reft from all your toils,
"And raife you to my heavenly home.
"They fhall find reft that learn of me;
"I'm of a meek and lowly mind;
"But paffion rages like the fea,
"And pride is reflefs as the wind.

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3 Blefs'd is the man whose shoulders take
My yoke, and bear it with delight;
"My yoke is easy to his neck,

My grace fhall make the burden light." 4 Jefus, we come at thy command;

With faith, and hope, and humble zeal,
Refign our fpirits to thy hand,

To mould and guide us at thy will.

HYMN CXXVIII. Long Metre. [*] The Apostles' commiffion; or, the gospel attested by miracles. Mark xvi. 15, &c. Matt. xxviii. 18, &c. GB the whole earth my grace receive: preach my gofpel," faith the Lord;

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"He fhall be fav'd that trufis my word; 66 He fhall be damn'd that won't believe. 2 "[I'll make your great commiffion known, "And ye fhall prove my gospel true,

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By all the works that I have done,

By all the wonders ye fhall do.

3 "Go heal the fick, go raise the dead, "Go caft out devils in my name;

"Nor let my prophets be afraid,

"Though Greeks reproach, and Jews blafpheme.] 4 "Teach all the nations my commands; "I'm with you till the world fhall end; "All power is trufted in my hands;

"I can deftroy, and I defend."

He fpake, and light fhone round his head;
On a bright cloud to heaven he rode:
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