5 6 7 8 I New fongs do now his lips employ, Stung by the fcorpion fin, And is at once made whole; Sce there, my Lord upon the tree! O unexampled love! O all-redeeming grace! How swiftly didst thou move What fhall I do to make it known, O for a trumpet-voice, On all the world to call; For all, my Lord was crucify'd! To ferve thy bleffed will, Thy counfel to fulfil, And minifter thy grace, Freely what I receive to give, The life of heav'n on earth I live. HYMN CXLVIII. ARIST, my foul, arife, Shake off thy guilty fears, The bleeding Sacrifice 3 4 5 Before the throne, my furety stands ; He ever lives above, For me to intercede; His precious blood to plead ; Five bleeding wounds he bears, They pour effectual pray'rs, They ftrongly fpeak for me: The Father hears him pray, He cannot turn away The prefence of his Son: His Spirit aníwers to the blood, And tells me I am born of God. My God is reconcil'd, His pard'ning voice I hear; He owns me for his child, I can no longer fear: With confidence I now draw nigh, ΜΥ HYMN CXLIX. God I am thine, what a comfort di vine; [mine! What a bleffing to know that my Jefus is In the heavenly Lamb, thrice happy I am: And my heart doth rejoice at the found of his name. 2 True pleasures abound in th' rapturous found; And whoever hath found it, hath paradife found: My Jefus to know, and feel his blood flow, 'Tis life everlasting, 'tis heaven below! 3 Yet onward I hafte to th' heavenly feaft; That, that is the fulness; but this is the taste; And this I fhall prove, till with joy! remove To the heaven of heavens in Jesus's love. HYMN CL. C. M. HY ceafelefs, unexhaufted love, THY Delights our evil to remove, And help our misery. 2 Thou waiteft to be gracious ftill; That fav'd, we may thy goodnefs feet, 3 Thy goodnefs and thy truth, to me, A vaft unfathomable fea, Where all our thoughts are drown'd. 4 Its ftreams the whole creation reach, 5 Faithful, O Lord, thy mercies are, Throughout the univerfe it reigns, C And while the truth of God remains, HYMN CLI. EJOICE, the Lord is King; Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice, 2 Jefus, the Saviour, reigns, 3 4 5 The God of truth and love, Lift up your hearts, &c. His kingdom cannot fail, He rules o'er earth and heav'n; Lift up your hearts, &c. He fits at God's right hand, Lift up your hearts, &c. He all his foes fhall quell, Rejoice in glorious hope, I And take his fervants up To their eternal home: We foon fhall hear th' archangel's voice, TELL me no more of this world's vain The time for fuch trifles with me now is o'er; 3 No mortal doth know what he can beftow, What light, ftrength, and comfort-go after him, go: Lo! onward I move to a city above, None gueffes how wond'rous my journey will prove. 4 Great spoils I fhall win from death, hell and fin, 'Midft outward afflictions fhall feel Chrift within : And when I'm to die, Receive me! I'll cry, face. 6 And now I'm in care,my neighbours may share These bleffings; to feek them will none of you dare? |