Hofanna to his Glorious Name,]
Who thus appears for us;
His Mercies lay a fov'reign Claim
To all our Hope and Trust.

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HYMN XCVI. L. M.
The Work of the Spirit..

TERNAL SPIRIT! We confefs

E And fing the Wonders of thy Grace;

Thy Pow'r conveys our Bleffings down*

From GOD the FATHER and the SoN.,

Enlighten'd by thine Heav'nly Ray,
Our Shades and Darknefs turn to Day;
Thine inward Teachings make us know
Our Danger, and our Refuge too.

Thy Pow'r and Glory work within,
And break the Sceptre of our Sin;
Thy Grace imperious Lufts fubdue,
And forms our wretched Hearts anew.

The troubled Confcience knows thy Voice;
Thy chearing Words awake our Joys;
Thy Words allay the ftormy Wind,
And calm the Surges of the Mind.

HYMN XCVII. C. M.
IMMANUEL.

EAREST of all the Names above,

DEMY JESUS, and my God,

My

Who can refift the Heav'nly Love,
Or trifle with thy Blood?

• John 16. 15.

'Tis by the Merits of thy Death, The FATHER fmiles again;

'Tis by thine interceeding Breath-Rom. 8.26. The SPIRIT dwells with Men.

'Till GóD. in human Flefh I fee,
My Thoughts no Comfort find;
The Holy, Juft, and Sacred THREE,
Are Terrors to my Mind.Heb. 12. 29.

But if IMMANUEL's Face appear,
My Hope, my Joy begins:
His Name forbids my flavifh Fear,
His Grace fubdues my Sins.

While fome on their own Works rely,
And fome of Wisdom boaft,

I love th' Incarnate Myfiery,
And there I fix my Truft.

HYMN XCVIII. C. M.

CHRIST'S Commission,

NOME, happy Souls, approach your Gon

C With new melodious Songs;

Come, render to Almighty Grace
The Tribute of your Tongues."

So ftrange, fo boundlefs was the Love
That pity'd dying Men,

The FATHER fent his Equal Sox *
To give them Life again.

John 10. 30.

Thy Hands, Dear JESUS, were not arm'd
With a revenging Rod,

No hard Commiffion to perform
The Vengeance of a God;

But all was Mercy, all was mild,

And Wrath forfook the Throne, When CHRIST on the kind Errand came, And brought Salvation down.

Here, Sinners, you may heal your Wounds, And wipe your Sorrows dry;

Truft in the Mighty SAVIOUR's Name,

And you

fhall never die,John 11. 26.

See, Dearest LORD, our willing Souls
Accept thine offer'd Grace;

We blefs the Great REDEEMER's Love,
And give the FATHER Praise.

HY M N XCIX. 68.

The Heavenly Voyage.

ESU at thy Command

JESU

I launch into the Deep;
And leave my native Land
Where Sin lulls all afleep.

For Thee I feign would all refign,
And fail to Heav'n with Thee and Thine.

What though the Seas are broad,
What though the Waves are ftrong,
What though tempeftuous Winds
Diftrefs me all along.

Yet what are Seas or ftormy Winds
Compar'd to CHRIST, the Sinner's Friend?

CHRIST is my Pilot wife,
My Compafs is his Word:
My Soul each Storm defies

While I have such a LORD.

I truft his Faithfulness and Pow'r
To fave me in the trying Hour.

Though Rocks and Quickfands deep
Through all my Paffage lie:
Yet CHRIST fhall fafely keep

And guide me with his Eye..

How can I fink with fuch a Prop
That bears the World and all Things up?

By Faith I fee the Land,

The Hav'n of endless Reft; My Soul thy Wings expand! And fly to JESU's Breaft! O may I reach the Heav'nly Shore, Where Winds and Seas diftress no more!

Whene'er becalm'd I lie,

And all my Storms fubfide;
Then to my Succour fly

And keep me near thy Side:

For more the treach'rous Calm I dread

Than Tempefts bursting o'er my

Head.

Come HEAV'NLY WIND and blow,
A profperous Gale of Grace,
To waft from all below

To Heav'n my deftin'd Place.

Then in full Sail my Port I'll find
And leave the World and Sin behind.

HYMN C.

Afhamed of JESUS !—Mark 8. 38.

ESUS! and fhall it ever be?

JES

A mortal Man afhamed of thee!

Scorn'd be the Thought by Rich and Poor, O! may I fcorn it more and more.

Afhamed of Jefus! of that Friend

On whom for Heav'n my Hopes depend.
It must not be-Be this my Shame,
That I no more revere his Name.

Afbamed of Fefus! fooner far
Let Evening blufh to own a Star.
Afhamed of Jefus ! Juft as foon
Let Midnight blush to think of Noon.

'Tis Evening with my Soul, 'till He
That Morning Star, bids Darkness flee,
He sheds the Beams of Noon divine
O'er all this Midnight Soul of mine.

Afham'd of Jefus! fhall yon Field,
Blush when it thinks who bids it yield.
Yet blufh I muft while I adore-
I blush to think I yield no morc.

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Afham'd of Jefus yes, I may
When I've no Crimes to wash away.
No Tears to wipe, no Joy to crave,
No Fears to quell, or Soul to fave.

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