Aceefs to the Throne of Grace by a Mediator..
HOME let us lift our joyful eyes
Up to the courts above;
And smile to see our Father there,
Upon a throne of love.
Once 't was a feat of dreadful wrath,
And fhot devouring flame!
Our God appear'd confuming fire,
And Vengeance was his name.
Rich were the drops of Jefu's blood,
That calm'd his frowning face;
That fprinkled o'er the burning throne,
And turn'd the wrath to grace.
Now we may bow before his feet,
And venture near the Lord;
No fiery cherub guards his feat,
Nor double-flaming fword.
The peaceful gates of heav'nly blifs
Are open'd by the Son;
High let us raife our notes of praise,
And reach th' almighty throne.
To thee ten thousand thanks we bring,
Great Advocate on high;
And glory to th' eternal King,
That lays his fury by.
HYMN CXVI.
The Darkness of Providence.
LORD, we adore thy vaft defigns,
Th' obfcure abyfs of Providence,
Too deep to found with mortal lines,
Too dark to view with feeble fenfe.
Now thou array'st thine awful face
In angry frowns without a fimile:
Saints, through the cloud, believe thy grace,
Secure of thy compaffion ftill.
Through feas and ftorms of deep distress
They fail by faith and not by fight:
Faith guides them in the wilderness,
Through all the dangers of the night.
Dear Father, if thy lifted rod
Refolve to fcourge us here below,
Still we must lean upon our God,
Thine arm fhall bear us fafely through.
HYMN CXVII. The Priesthood of Chrift.
BLOOD has a voice to pierce the skies,
Revenge, the blood of Abel cries;
But the dear stream, when Chrift was flain,
Speaks peace as loud from ev'ry vein.
Pardon and peace from God on high,
Behold he lays his vengeance by ;
And rebels that deferve his fword,
Become the fav'rites of the Lord.
To Jefus let our praifes rife,
Who gave his life a facrifice;
Now he appears before our God,
And for our pardon pleads his blood.
HYMN CXVIII.
The Benefit of Public Ordinances.
AWAY from ev'ry mortal care,
Away from earth, our fouls retreat; We leave this worthlefs world afar, And wait, and worship near thy feat. Lord, in the temple of thy grace We fee thy feet, and we adore; We gaze upon thy lovely face, And learn the wonders of thy pow'r.
While here our various wants we mourn,
United groans afcend on high;
And prayer bears a quick return
Of bleffings in variety.
Father, our fouls would ftill abide
Within thy temple, near thy fide!
But if our feet muft hence depart,
Still keep thy dwelling in each heart.
HYMN CXIX. Humiliation. ORD, we are vile, conceiv'd in fin, And born unholy and unclean; Sprung from the man, whofe guilty fall Corrupts the race, and taints us all.
Soon as we draw our infant breath,
The feeds of fin grow up for death;
Thy law demands a perfect heart,
But we 're defil'd in ev'ry part.
Behold, we fall before thy face,
Our only refuge is thy grace;
No outward forms can make us clean,
The leprofy lies deep within.
Jefus, our God, thy blood alone
Hath pow'r fufficient to atone :
Lord, let us hear thy pard'ning voice,
And make our downçait hearts rejoice.
HYMN CXX. The Offices of Chrift.
bless the Prophet of the Lord, That comes with truth and grace;
Jefus, thy Spirit and thy Word
Shall lead us in thy ways.
We rev'rence our High Priest above,
Who offer'd up his blood;
And lives to carry on his love,
By pleading with our God.
We honour our exalted King;
How sweet are his commands!
He guards our fouts from hell and fin,
By his almighty hands.
Hofanna to his glorious name,
Who faves by diff'rent ways;
His mercies lay a sov'reign claim
To our immortal praise.
Faith in Chrift our Sacrifice.
NOT all the blood of beasts,
On Jewish altars slain,
Could give the guilty confcience peace,
Or wash away the ftain.
But Chrift, the heav'nly Lamb,
Takes all our fins away;
A facrifice of nobler name,
And richer blood than they.
My faith would lay her hand
On that dear head of thine,
While like a penitent I ftand,
And there confefs my fin.
My foul looks back to fee
The burdens thou didst bear,
When hanging on the curfed tree,
And hopes her guilt was there.
Believing, we rejoice,
To fee the curfe remove;
We blefs the Lamb with cheerful voice, And fing his bleeding love.
HYMN CXXII.
God reconciled in Chrift.
EAREST of all the names above,
Our Jefus and our God,
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