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14[Hov'ring among the leaves, there ftand The fweet celestial dove,

HEN I furyey the wond'rous crofs
On which the Prince of Glory dy'd,f
My richest gain I count but lofs,
And pour contempt on all my pride.
2 Forbid it, Lord, that I fhould boast,
Save in the death of Chrift, my God:
All the vain things that charm me most,
I facrifice them to his blood..

3 See from his head, his hands, his feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down!
Did e'er fuch love and forrow meet?
Or thorns compose fo rich a crown?
4[His dying crimson, like a robe,
Spreads o'er his body on the tree;
Then am I dead to all the globe,
And all the globe is dead to me.]
Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a prefent far too small :
Love, fo amazing, so divine,
Demands my foul, my life, my all.

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And Jefus on the branches hangs
The banner of his love.]

5 ['Tis a young heav'n of strange delight
While in his fhade we fit;
His fruit is pleafing to the fight,

And to the taste as fweet.

6 New life it spreads through dying hearts
And cheers the drooping mind;
Vigour and joy the juice imparts,
Without a fting behind.]

7 Now let the flaming weapon ftand,
And guard all Eden's trees:
There's ne'er a plant in all that land
That bears fuch fruit as thefe.
Infinite grace our fouls adore,

Whofe wond'rous hands has made This living branch of fov'reign pow'r To raife and heal the dead.

IX. SHORT METRE.
The Spirit,the Water, and the Blood.1 John v.6.
ET all our tongues be one,

"L Topraife our God on high,

Who from his bofom fent his fon,
To fetch us ftrangers nigh.

2 Nor let our voices cease

To fing the Saviour's name;
Jefus, th' ambaffadour of peace,
How cheerfully he came ?

3 It cost him cries and tears

To bring us near to God;
Great was our debt, and he appears
'To make the payment good.]
4 [My Saviour's pierced fide
Pour'd out a double flood
By water we are purify'd,

And pardon'd by the blood.
5 Infinite was our guilt,

But he, our prieft, atones :
On the cold ground his life was spilt,'
And offer'd with his groans.]

6 Look up, my foul, to him

Whofe death was thy defert,
And humbly view the living ftream a
Flow from his breaking heart.

7 There, on the curfed tree,
In dying pangs he lies,
Fulfils his Father's great decree,-,
And all our wants fupplies.

There the rich bounties of our God,
And sweetest glories fhine ;,
There Jefus fays, that I am his,
And my beloved's mine:

3 Here (fays the kind redeeming Lord,
And fhews his wounded fide)
See here the spring of all your joys,
That open'd-when-F dy'd ! ·

4[He fmiles, and cheers my mournful heart
And tells of all his pain:

LORD, how divine thy comforts are, 5 What fall we pay the eternal Son,

at coft him death, to fave our lives; To buy our fouls, it coft his own; And all the unknown joys he gives, - Vere bought with agonies unknown. Our everlasting love is due

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To him that ranfom'd finners loft
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And pity'd rebels, when he knew
The vast expence his love would coft.]

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ΧΙΙΙ. COMMON METRE.. ivine Love making a Feafe, and calling inthe Guefts, Luke xiv. 17, 22, 23.

HOW

OW sweet and awful is the place, With Chrift within the doors, While everlasting love displays

The choiceft of her stores!

Here ev'ry bowel of our God
With foft compaffion rolls;
Here peace and pardon bought with blood,
Is food for dying fouls.

While all our hearts, and all our fongs,

Join to admire the feaft,
Each of us cry, with thankful tongues,
"Lord, why was I a guest ?"

"Why was I made to hear thy voice,
And enter while there's room;
When thousands make a wretched choice,
And rather ftarve than come ?"

5 Twas the fame love that spread the feast,
That fweetly forc'd us in;
Elfe we had still refus'd to tafte,
And perish'd in our fin.

6 [Pity the nations, O our God,

Conftrain the earth to come;
Send thy victorious word abroad,
And bring the strangers home.
7 We long to fee thy churches full,
That all the chofen race

May with one voice, and heart, and foul,
Sing thy redeeming grace.]

The Song of Simeon : Lukeai. 28. Or, a Sight of CHRIST makes death eafy.

TOW have our hearts embrac'd our

Now God,

We would forget all earthly charms,
And with to die, as Simeon wou'd'
With his young Saviour in his arms.

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XV. COMMON METRE.

Our Lord Jefus at his own Table.

HE mem'ry of our dying Lord
Awakes a thankful tongue :
How rich he fpread his royal board,
And blefs'd the food and fung.
Happy the men that eat this bread,
But doubly blefs'd was he
That gently bow'd his loving head,
And lean'd it, Lord, on thee.

By faith the fame delights we taste.
As that great fav rite did,
And fit and lean on Jesus' breast,,

And take the heav'nly bread..

4 Down from the palace of the skies,
Hither the King defcends;
"Come my beloved eat (he cries) {
And drink falvation, friends.
5 My flesh is food and phyfick too,
A balm for all your pains:
And the red streams of pardon flow
From thefe my pierced veins."
Hofanna to his bounteous love,.
For fucli a feaft below!

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And yet he feeds his faints above
With nobler bleffings too.

7 [Come, the dear day, the glorious hour,.
That brings our fouls to rest!
Then we shall need these types no more,
But dwell at th' heav'nly feaft.]

XVII. SHORT METRE. Incomparable Food: Or, The Flesh and Blood

Where fweet celeftial daïnties ftand,
For ev'ry willing guest.

ORD we adore thy bounteous hand, 6 Thefe are the wounds for you I bore:

And fing the folemn feaft,

[The tree of life adorns the board

With rich immortal fruit,

And ne'er an angry flaming fword
To guard the paffage to't.

The cup ftands crown'd with living juice, 8
The fountain flows above,
And runs down ftreaming, for our use,
In rivulets of love.]

The food's prepar'd by heav'nly art,
The pleafure's well refin'd;
They fpread new life through ev'ry heart,
And cheer the drooping mind.

5 Shout and proclaim the Saviour's love,
Ye faints that taste his wine;
Join with your kindred faints above,
In loud Hofannas join.

6A thousand glories to the God.
That gives fuch joy as this;
Hofanna let it found abroad,
And reach where Jesus is.

The tokens of my pains,

When I came down to free your fouls
From mifery and chains.

[Juftice unfheath'd its fi'ry fword,
And plung'd it in my heart ;
Infinite pangs for you I bore,
And moft tormenting smart.

When hell, and all its spiteful pow'rs,
Stood dreadful in my way,
To refcue thofe dear lives of yours
I gave my own away.

But while I bled, and groan'd, and dy'd,
I ruin'd Satan's throne;
High on my crofs I hung, and fpy'd

The monster tumbling down.
10 Now you must triumph at my feast,
And tafte my flesh, my blood,
And live eternal ages blefs'd,
For 'tis immortal food."

Victorious God! what can we pay
For favours fo divine ?

We would devote our hearts away
To be forever thine.]

12 We give thee, Lord, our highest praise,
The tribute of our tongues;
But themes fo infinite as thefe
Exceed our nobleft fongs.

XXII. LONG METRE.

The Compaffion of a dying CHXIST.

Oh, our feeble lips could move

UR fpirits joint' adore the Lamb;

In ftrains immortal as his name,
And melting as his dying love 2.