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THRIST and his crofs is all our theme; 3 Thus Lydia fanctify'd her house,

CXXII. LONG METRE.

CXXIV. LONG METRE.

Believers buried with CHRIST in Baptifm. The Firft and Second Adam. Rom. v. 12, &c.

Rom. vi. 3, 4, &c.

O we not know that folemn word,

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I EEP in the duft before thy throne,
Our guilt and our difgrace we own;

Dat we are bury'd with the Loid: Great God, we own th' unhappy name

Baptiz'd into his death and then
Put off the body of our fin?
2 Our fouls receive diviner breath,
Rais'd from corruption, guilt and death:
So from the grave did Chrift arife,
And lives to God above the fkies.

COMMON METRE.

The Repenting Prodigal. Luke xv. 13, &c.
EHOLD the wretch whofe luft and

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Has wafted his eftate,

He begs a fhare amongst the swine,
To taste the hufks they eat.

"I die with hunger here," he cries,
"I ftarve in foreign lands;
My father's house has large fupplies,
And bounteous are his hands.

and with a mournful tongue go, Fall down before his face Father, I've done thy juftice wrong, Nor can deferve thy grace.'

◆ He said, and haft'ned to his home,
To feek his father's love;
The father faw the rebel come,

And all his bowels move.

5 He ran and fell upon his neck,

Embrac'd and kifs'd his fon; 'The rebel's heart with forrow brake For follies he had done.

6" Take off his clothes of fhaine and fin, (The father gives command)

Whence fprung our nature and our shame!

2 Adam the finner: At his fall
Death like a conqu'ror feiz'd us all;
A thousand new-born babes are dead
By fatal union to their head.

3 But whilft our fpirits fill'd with awe
Behold the terrors of thy law,
We fing the honours of thy grace,
That fent to fave our ruin'd race.

4 We fing thine everlasting Son,
Who join'd our nature to his own
Adam the fecond, from the duft
Raifes the ruins of the firft.
5 [By the rebellion of one man
Through all his feed the mifchief ran;
And by one man's obedience now
Are all his feed made righteous too.

6 Where fin did reign, and death abound,
There have the fons of Adam found
Abounding life; there glorious grace
Reigns thro' the Lord our righteoufnefs.]

CXXV. COMMON METRE.

CHRIST'S Compaffion to the Weak and Tempt ed. Heb. iv. 16, and v. 7. Matt. xii. 20.

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ITH joy we meditate the grace
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Wof our High Prieft above 3

His heart is made of tenderness,

His bowels melt with love.

2 Touch'd with a sympathy within
He knows our feeble frame;
He knows what fore temptations mean,
For he has felt the fame.

3 But fpotlefs, innocent and pure
The great Redeemer ftood,
While Satan's fiery darts he bore,
And did refift to blood.

Drefs him in garments white and clean 4 He in the days of feeble flesh

With rings adorn his hand.

7A day of feafting I ordain,

Let mirth and joy abound :
My fon was dead, and lives again,
Was loft, and now is found."

Pour'd out his cries and tears,
And in his meafure feels afresh
What ev'ry member bears.

5 [He'll never quench the fmoaking flan
But raife it to a flame :

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CXXVI.

LONG METRE.
Charity and Uncharitableness. Rom. xiv. 17,
19. 1 Cor. x. 32.
OT diff'rent food, nor diff'rent drefs
Compofe the kingdoms of our Lord,
But peace and joy, and righteoufness,
Faith, and obedience to his word.
2 When weaker Chriftians we defpife,
We do the gospel mighty wrong;
For God the gracious and the wife,
Receives the feeble with the strong.
3 Let pride and wrath be banish'd hence,
Meeknefs and love our fouls pursue:
Nor fhall our practice give offence
To faints, the Gentile or the Jew.

CXXVII. LONG METRE. CHRIST'S Invitation to Sinners: Or, Humility and Pride. Matth. xi. 28-30.

OME hither all ye weary fouls,

Cre heavy laden finners come,

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.. I'll give you reft from all toils,
- And raife you to my heav'nly home;

2 They fhall find reft that learn of me,
I'm of a meek and lowly mind;
But paffion rages like the fea,
And pride is restless as the wind.
3 Blefs'd is the man whose shoulders
My yoke, and bear it with delight;
My yoke is eafy to his neck,
My grace shall make the burden light.”

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12 [I'll make your great commiffion known,
And ye fhall prove my gospel true,
By all the works that I have done,
By all the wonders ye fhall do.

3 Go heal the fick, go raife the dead,
Go caft out devils in my name;
Nor let my prophets be afraid,
Tho'Greeksreproach and Jewsblafpheme.]

Sword,

Give up your comforts to the Lord;
He fhall reftore what you refign,
Or grant you bleffings more divine.
2 So Abrah'm with obedient hand
Led forth his Son at God's command';
The wood, the fire, the knife he took,
His arm prepar'd the dreadful stroke.
3 Abrah'm forbear, the angel cry'd,
Thy faith is known, thy love is try'ď z
Thy fon fhall live, and in thy feed
Shall the whole earth be bless'd indeed.
4 Juft in the laft distressing hour
The Lord difplays deliv'ring pow'r ;
The mount of danger is the place,
Where we shall fee furprising grace.

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CXXX. LONG METRE.
Love and Hatred. Phil. ii. 2. Epb. iv. 30, &c.
His sharp diftrefs,his fore complaints,
TOW by the bowels of my God,
By his baft groans, his dying blood,
I charge my foul to love the faints.
2 Clamour and wrath and war be gone,
Envy and fpite for ever ceafe,

Let bitter words no more be known
Amongst the faints, the fons of peace.
3 The fpirit like a peaceful dove,
Flies from the realms of noife and ftrife;
Why fhould we vex and grieve his love,
Who feals our fouls to heav'nly life, ?

The Publican and Pharifee;
One doth his righteoufnefs proclaim,
The other owns his guilt and fhame.
This man at humble diftance stands,
And cries for grace with lifted hands ;
That boldly rifes near the throne,
And talks of duties he has done.

3 The Lord their diff'rent language knows,
And diff'rent anfwers he beltows;
The humble foul with grace he crowns,
Whilft on the proud his anger frowns.
4 Dear Father let me never be
Join'd with the boafting Pharifee,
I have no merits of my own,
But plead the fuff'rings of thy Son.

CXXXII.

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LONG METRE.
Holiness and Grace. Tit. ii. 10, 13.

O let our lips and lives exprefs
The holy gofpel we profefs;
So let our works and virtues shine,
Το prove the doctrine all divine.
2 Thus shall we best proclaim abroad
The honours of our Saviour God;
When the falvation reigns within,
And grace fubdues the pow'r of fin.
3 Our flesh and fenfe must be deny'd,
Paffion and envy, luft and pride:
Whilft juftice, temp'rance, truth and love,
Our inward piety approve.
4 Religion bears our fpirits up,
While we expect that bleffed hope,
The bright appearance of the Lord,
And faith ftands leaning on his word.

12 Love fuffers long with patient eye,

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Nor is provok'd in haste,
She lets the prefent injury die,
And long forgets the past.

[Malice and rage, those fires of hell,
She quenches with her tongue;
Hopes and believes, and thinks no ill,
Though the endures the wrong.]

[She ne'er defires nor feeks to know
The fcandals of the time;
Nor looks with pride on those below,
Nor envies those that climb.]
5 She lays her own advantage by

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To feek her neighbour's good:
So God's own Son came down to die
And bought our lives with blood.
Love is the grace that keeps her pow'r
In all the realms above;

There faith and hope are known no more,
But faints for ever love.

HAnd nobler fpeech than angels uft

If love be abfent, I am found
Like tinkling brass, an empty found.
2 Were I infpir'd to preach and tell
All that is done in heav'n and hell
Or could my faith the world remove,
Still I am nothing without love.
3 Should I diftribute all my ftore
To feed the bowels of the poor,
Or give my body to the flame,
To gain a martyr's glorious name;
If love to God and love to men
Be abfent, all my hopes are vain;
Nor tongues, nor gifts, nor fiery zeal,

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The works of love can e'er fulfil.

OME,deareft Lord,defcend and dwell
By faith and love in ev'ry breaft;
Then fhall we know and taste, and feel
The joys that cannot be express'd.
2 Come, fill our hearts with inward strength,
Make our enlarged fouls poffefs, [length
And learn the height and breadth and
Of thine unmeasurable grace.

Now to the God whofe pow'r can do CXXXVIII. COMMON METRE. More than our thoughts or wishes know, Saints in the Hands of CHRIST. John x. 28, 29. Be everlasting honours done

4 Lord, fearch my thoughts, and try my But everlasting is thy love,