2 Muft I be carry'd to the fkies, Whilft others fought to win the prize, 3 Are there no foes for me to face? Is this vile world a friend to grace, 4 Sure, I muft fight, if I would reign; 3 Thy faints in all this glorious war, 6 When that illuftrious day fhall rife, I HYMN CCVIII. C, M. THEN I can read my title clear WHI I'll bid farewell to ev'ry fear, 2 Should earth against my foul engage, 3 Let cares Hikea wild deluge come, 4 There I fhall bathe my weary foul, In feas of heav'nly reft, And not a wave of trouble roll Acrofs my peaceful breast. DIVINE GOODNESS IN REDEMPTION. I HYMN CCIX. C. M. EHOLD the Saviour of mankind BNail'd to the fhameful tree How vaft the love that him inclin'd 2 Hark, how he groans! while nature shakes, 3 'Tis done! the precious ranfom's paid, See, where he hows his facred head! 4 But foon he'll break death's envious chain, And in full glory fhine; O Lamb of God! was ever pain, HYMN CCX. Love divine! what haft thou done! The Father's co-eternal Son, Bore all my fins upon the tree : 1 Th' atoning Lamb for me hath dy'd; 2 Behold him, all ye that pass by, The bleeding Prince of life and peace! 3 Is crucify'd for me and you, To bring us rebels back to God: Ye all are bought with Jefu's blood: 4 Then let us fit beneath his cross, And gladly catch the healing stream: HYMN CCXI. L. M. I F him who did falvation bring, Arife, ye guilty, he'll forgive; 2 Afk but his grace, and lo, 'tis giv'n; 3 To fhame our fins he blush'd in blood, Let all the world fall down and know, 'Tis thee I love, for thee alone 1 fhed my tears and make my moan; 5 Infatiate to this spring I fly; I Ah! who against thy charms is proof? A HYMN CCXII. LL ye that pafs by, to Jefus draw nigh; Your ranfom and peace, your furety he is, 2 For what you have done, his blood muft atone; [Son: The Father hath punifh'd, for you, his dear The Lord, in the day of his anger, did lay Your fins on the Lamb, and he bore them away. 3 He aufwer'd for all, O come at his call, 4 He dies to atone for fins not his own, Ye all may receive the peace he did leave. Who made interceffion, " My Father, for. give!" 5 For you and for me he pray'd on the tree; His prayer is accepted, the finner is free. The finner am I-on Chrift I rely, And come for the pardon, God cannot deny. 6 My pardon I claim; a finner I am, A finner believing in Jesus's name. He purchas'd the grace, which now I em brace: [place! O Father, thou know'ft he hath dy'd in my 7 His death is my plea, my advocate fee, And hear the blood speak that hath answer'd for me. I Acquitted I was, when he bled on the crofs : By lofing his life he hath carry'd my cause. HYMN CCXIII. L. M. E dies, the Friend of finners dies! Lo! Salem's daughters weep around; A folemn darkness veils the skies! A fudden trembling shakes the ground! 2 Here's love and grief beyond degree, And fhout him welcome to the skies. 3 Break of your tears, ye faints, and tell, How high your great deliv'rer reigns; |