To Thee we come, our FRIEND,
As Sinners poor indeed;

On Thee for future Grace depend,
Our Help in ev'ry Need.

HYMN CXLIII. 8 7 4.
INVITATION.

NOME, ye Sinners, poor and wretched,
Bring your humble, grateful Lays;

C

Help to fing our JESU's Merits,

Help to chaunt IMMANUEL'S Praife:
Friend of Sinners!

Thee we laud for richeft Grace.

O what Grace haft Thou vouchsafed!
O what Mercy haft Thou fhown!
When, to die for vileft Rebels,-PS. 68. 18,
Thou didst leave thy blissful Throne!
Bleeding SAVIOUR!

Melt, O melt our Hearts of Stone.

Come, ye Sinners, come to JESUS,
Think upon your Gracious LORD:
He has pity'd your Condition,
He has fent his Gospel-Word:
Mercy calls you,

Mercy flows from JESU's Blood.

Deareft SAVIOUR, help thy Servant
To proclaim thy wond'rous Love;
Pour thy Grace upon this People,
That thy Truth they may approve :
Blefs, O bless them,

From thy fhining Courts above.
M

Now thy gracious Word invites them
To partake the Gospel-Feaft;
Let the SPIRIT fweetly draw them,
Ev'ry Soul be JESU's Gueft;
O receive us,

Let us find thy promis'd Reft.

HYMN

CXLIV. 6 8.

CHRIST the eternal KING.

R

EJOICE, the LORD is KING!--Phil. 4. 4.
Your LORD and KING adore,

Mortals give Thanks and fing,

And triumph evermore!

Lift up your Heart, lift up your Voice,
Rejoice, again, I fay, rejoice.

JESUS the SAVIOUR reigns,

The GoD of Truth and Love,
When He had purg'd our Stains,
He took his Seat above:

Lift up your Heart, lift up your Voice,
Rejoice, again, I fay, rejoice.

His Kingdom cannot fail,

He rules o'er Earth and Heav'n,
The Keys of Death and Hell

Are to our Jesus given:

Lift up your Heart, lift up your Voice,
Rejoice, again, I fay, rejoice.

He all his Foes fhall quell,

Shall Satan's Works destroy,
And every Bofom fwell

With pure Seraphic Joy;

Lift up your Heart, lift up your Voice,

Rejoice, again, I fay, rejoice.

Rejoice, in Glorious Hope,
JESUS the Judge fhall come;
To take his Servants up

To their Eternal Home:

We foon fhall hear th' Archangel's Voice, The Trump of GOD fhall found rejoice.

C

HYMN

CXLV. C. M.

The LAMB is worthy.

NOME, let us join our chearful Songs,
With Angels round the Throne ;

Ten thousand thoufand are their Tongues,
But all their Joys are one.

Worthy the LAMB that dy'd, they cry,
To be exalted thus !

Worthy the LAMB, our Hearts reply,
For He was flain for us!

JESUS is worthy to receive
Honour and Pow'r divine:
And Bleffings more than we can give,
Be, LORD, for ever thine!

The whole Creation join in one,
To blefs the facred Name
Of Him that fits upon the Throne,,
And to adore the LAMB.

HYMN CXLVI. 8 8 6.
Delight in PUBLIC WORSHIP.

LORD, how delightful 'tis to fee
A whole Affembly worship Thee.

Within thy Temple's Gate!

To fee the Holy Tribes appear,
And with the pious Race draw near
Upon the LORD to wait.

Bleft are the Souls who find a Place
Among the Saints the Sons of Grace;
Praife their glad Tongues employ :
Their GoD doth feed the hungry Poor
With Bread, and makes their Cup run o'er,
And fills their Heart with Joy.
Among them, LORD, I love t' appear
And humbly bow, with filial Fear,
With great, yet facred Joy :
For in thy Houfe, one Day has been,
Better than Thoufands fpent in Sin,
'Tis fuch divine Employ.

'Tis fweet, tho' I unworthy be
To meet among thy Saints and Thee,
O let me tho' with Shame,
Prefume to mingle my Complaints
With the Diftreffes of thy Saints,
Thou Dear Long-fuff'ring LAMB.
Now fill the hungry Souls with Food,
Now fatisfy their Mouths with Good;
And grant a Crumb to me.
For this I'd fay, if loft I were,
I lov'd the Place and People where
Thy Dwelling us'd to be.

But hear me, LORD! and bless me too,
And grant with them that I may go;

Give me the meaneft Place:
And here I'll wait and worship ftill,
Below them all on Sion's Hill

I'll bow before thy Face.

HYMN

CXLVII. L. M.

For a Bleffing in PUBLIC WORSHIP.

TH

HANKS to thy Name, O LORD that we
One glorious Sabbath more behold;
Dear Shepherd let us meet with Thee
Among thy Sheep in this thy Fold.

Now, LORD, among thy Tribes appear,
And let thy Prefence fill the Throng;
Thy gracious Word let Sinners hear
And bid the feeble Heart be ftrong.

Gather the Lambs into Thine Arms,
And fatisfy their ev'ry Want,

And those with Young defend from Harms,
And gently lead them leaft they faint.

Dear tender-hearted Shepherd ftay

Thy wand'ring Sheep and bring them back, Oh! bring the wand'ring Home to Day And fave them for thy Mercy's Sake..

Let ev'ry Soul before Thee here

Thro' Thee the Door now enter in, Find Pafture with our SAVIOUR Dear, Sav'd from the Guilt and Pow'r of Sin.

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HYMN CXLVIII. 6.7 8.

EVENING.

WILL lay me down to fleep,-Pfa. 3. 5,
And fafely take my Reft;

Me commend to JESU's Grace,
And as upon his Breaft;