That when juftice death demands Forth the great deliv'rer ftands. Cries to GOD, "Thy mercy fhew, "Lo! I come, thy will to do, "I the facrifice will be,
"Death fhall plung his dart in me."
Tho' the form of GoD he bore,
Great in glory, great in pow'r
See him in our flesh array'd,
Lower than his angels made.
He that heav'n itself poffefs'd,
Now an infant at the breast;
Angels from the world above,
See, and fing th' amazing love.
Thro' the fhining hours of day,
Toil and danger mark his way;
Lonely mounts, and chilling air, Mu
Witnefs to his midnight pray'r.
Now the heav'nly lover dies,
Darkness veils the mid-day fkies;
Angels round the bloody tree,
Throng and gaze in exftacy.
Pow'rs unfeen, earths bofom cleave,
Rocks, and tombs, affunder cleave:
While the temple's rending veil,
Tells the priest the awful tale..
But the third day's dawning come:
Lo! the SAVIOR leaves the tomb:
Re-afcends his native fky,
Where he lives no more to die..
On his cross he builds his throne,
Whence he makes his glories known:
Sends his fpirit down to give
Dying finners grace to live.
XXVII. Invitation. C. M.
OW free, and boundless, is the grace,
Of our redeeming God;
Extending to the Greek and Jew,
And men of ev'ry blood.
The mightieft king, and meaneft slave,
May his rich mercy tafte;
He bids the beggar and the prince,
Unto the gofpel feaft.
None are excluded thence, but thofe,
Who do themselves exclude;
Welcome the learned, and polite,
The ignorant, and rude,
Come then, ye men of ev'ry name,
Of ev'ry rank, and tongue :
What you are willing to receive,
Doth unto you belong.
XXVIII. A Bleffing requested. P. M.
P.M.
OME, thou foul transforming fpirit,
Blefs the fower, and the feed,
Let each heart thy grace inherit,
Raife the weak, the hungry feed;
From the gofpel,
Now fupply thy people's need.
O, may all enjoy the bleffing,
Which thy words defign'd to give i
Let us all, thy love poffeffing
Joyfully the truth receive,
And for ever,
To thy praife and glory live.
Spread of the Gofpel. L. M.
O diftant lands thy gofpel fend,.
And thus thy empire wide extend;
To Gentile, Turk, and stubborn Jew,
Thou king of grace, falvation fhew.
Where'er thy fun, or light, arife,
Thy name, O GOD, immortalize;
May nations, yet unborn, confefs,
Thy wifdom, pow'r, and righteousness.
XXX. After Sermon. P. M.
WAY the grace of CHRIST Our SAVIOR,
And the Father's boundless love,
With the Holy Spirit's favor,
Reft upon us from above.
Thus, may we abide in union,
With each other, and the LORD:
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