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HYMN CXL. Common Metre. [*] A living and a dead faith; collected from leveral fcriptures.

1 MISTAKEN fouls! that dream of heaven, their empty boalt

Of inward joys, and fins forgiven, While they are flaves to luft. 2 Vain are our fancies, airy flights, If faith be cold and dead; None but a living power unites To Chrift the living head. 3 'Tis faith that changes all the heart; 'Tis faith that works by love; That bids all finful joys depart, And lifts the thoughts above.

4 'Tis faith that conquers earth and hell
By a celeftial power;

This is the grace that fhall prevail
In the decifive hour.

5 [Faith must obey her Father's will,
As well as truft his grace;

A pardoning God is jealous ftill
For his own holiness.

6 When from the curfe he fets us free,
He makes our natures clean;

Nor would he fend his Son to be
The minifter of fin.

7. His Spirit purifies our frame,

And feals our peace with God:

Jefus and his falvation came
By water and by blood. J

HYMN CXLI. Short Metre.

[b]

The humiliation and exaltation of Chrift. Ita. liii.

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1-5, 10-12.

HO has believ'd thy word,

WHO

Or thy falvation known?

Reveal thine arm, Almighty Lord,

And glorify thy Son.

The Jews efteem'd him here
Too mean for their belief:

Sorrows his chief acquaintance were,

And his companion, grief.

3 They turn'd their eyes away,
And treated him with fcorn;
But 'twas their griefs upon him lay,
Their forrows he has borne.

4

'Twas for the tubborn Jews,
And Gentiles, then unknown,
The God of juftice pleas'd to bruife
His beft beloved Son.

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"But I'll prolong his days,

"And make his kingdom ftand;
My pleafure," faith the God of grace,
"Shall profper in his hand.

6 [His joyful foul fhall fee
"The purchase of his pain,
"And by his knowledge juftify
"The guilty fons of men.]
"[Ten thoufand captive flaves,
"Releas'd from death and fin,

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"Shall quit their prifons and their graves,
"And own his power divine.]
["Heaven fhall advance my Son
To joys that earth deny'd;

"Who faw the follies men had done,
"And bore their fins, and dy'd."]

HYMN CXLII.

Short Metre.

The fame. Ifa. liii. 6-12.
LIKE fheep we went aftray,

And broke the fold of God;
Each wandering in a different way,
But all the downward road.
9 How dreadful was the hour,

When God our wanderings laid,
And did at once his vengeance pour
Upon the Shepherd's head!

3 How glorious was the grace

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When Chrift fuftain'd the ftroke!
His life and blood the Shepherd pays
A ranfom for the flock.

His honour and his breath

Were taken both away;

Join'd with the wicked in his death,
And made as vile as they.

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But God fhall raife his head

O'er all the fons of men,

And make him fee a numerous feed,
To recompenfe his pain.

6 "I'll give him," faith the Lord,
"A portion_with the ftrong;
"He fhall poffefs a large reward,
"And hold his honours long."

HYMN CXLIII. Common Metre. [b] Characters of the children of God; from feveral fcriptures.

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S new-born babes defire the breast,

So faints with joy the gofpel taste,
And by the gofpel live.

[With inward guft their heart approves
All that the word relates;

They love the men their Father_loves,
And hate the works he hates.]

3 [Not all the flattering baits on earth
Can make them flaves to luft;
They can't forget their heavenly birth,
Nor grovel in the duft.

4 Not all the chains that tyrants use
Shall bind their fouls to vice;
Faith, like a conqueror, can produce
A thousand victories.]

5 [Grace, like an uncorrupted feed,
Abides and reigns within;
Immortal principles forbid
The fons of God to fin.]

6 [Not by the terrors of a flave
Do they perform his will;
But with the nobleft powers they have
His fweet commands fulfil.

7 They find accefs, at every hour,
To God, within the val ;
Hence they derive a quickening power,
And joys that never fail.

8 O happy fouls! O glorious ftate
Of overflowing grace;

To dwell fo near their Father's feat,
And fee his lovely face.

9 Lord, I addrefs thy heavenly throne;
Call me a child of thine;

Send down the Spirit of thy Son
To form my heart divine.

10 There fhed thy choiceft loves abroad,
And make my comforts fhong:
Then fhall I fay, "My Father God,"
With an unwavering tongue.

HYMN CXLIV. Common Metre. [*] The witneffing and fealing Spirit. Rom. viii. 14, 16. Eph. i. 13, 14.

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WHY fhould the children of a King
Go mourning all their days?

Great Comforter! defcend and bring
Some tokens of thy grace.

2 Doft thou not dwell in all the faints,
And feal the heirs of heaven?
When wilt thou banifh my complaints,
And fhew my fins forgiven?

3 Affure my confcience of her part
In the Redeemer's blood;
And bear thy witnefs with my heart,
That I am born of God.

4 Thou art the earnest of his love,
The pledge of joys to come;
And thy foft wings, celeftial Dove,
Will fafe convey me home.

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HYMN CXLV. Common Metre. [*]

Christ and Aaron; taken from Heb. vii. and ix. JESUS, in thee our eyes behold

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A thoufand glories more

han the rich gems and polifa'd gold

The fons of Aaron wore.

2 They firft their own burnt-offerings brought, To purge themselves from fin;

Thy life was pure without a spot,

And all thy nature clean.

3 [Fresh blood, as conftant as the day, Was on their altar fpilt;

But thy one offering takes away,

Forever, all our guilt.]

4 [Their priesthood ran through feveral hands, For mortal was their race;

Thy never-changing office lands
Eternal as thy days.]

5 [Once, in the circuit of a year,
With blood, but not his own,
Aaron within the vail appears
Before the golden throne.

6 But Chrift, by his own powerful blood,
Afcends above the fkies,
And in the prefence of our God
Shews his own facrifice.]
7 Jefus, the King of Glory, reigns
On Zion's heavenly hill;

Looks like a Lamb that has been flain,
And wears his priesthood fill.

8 He ever lives to intercede

Before his Father's face :

Give him, my foul, thy caufe to plead,
Nor doubt the Father's grace.

HYMN CXLVI. Long Metre. [*] Characters of Chrift borrowed from inanimate things in fcripture.

O, worship at Immanuel's feet,

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See in his face what wonders meet!

Earth is too narrow to exprefs
His worth, his glory, or his grace.]

2 [The whole creation can afford
But fome faint fhadows of my Lord;
Nature, to make his beauties known,
Muft mingle colours not her own.]
3 [Is he compar'd to wine or bread?
Dear Lord, our fouls would thus be fed:
That flefh, that dying blood of thine,
Is bread of life, is heavenly wine.]

4 [Is he a tree? The world receives
Salvation from his healing leaves:
That righteous branch, that fruitful bough,
Is David's root and offspring too.]
5 [Is he a rofe? Not Sharon yields
Such fragrancy in all her fields:
Or if the lily he affume,

The vallies blefs the rich perfume.]
6 [Is he a vine? His heavenly root
Supplies the boughs with life and fruit;