Was ever equal pity found?
The Prince of heav'n refigns his breath,
And pours his life out on the ground,
To ranfom guilty worms from death.

3Rebels, we broke our Maker's laws;
He from the threat'ning fets us free,
Bore the full vengeance on his cross,
And nail'd the curfes to the tree.]

4 [The law proclaims no terrour now,
And Sinai's thunder roars no more;
From all his wounds new bleffings flow,
A fea of joy without a shore.

|2 We touch, we tafte the heav'nly brea
We drink the facred cup :
With outward forms our fenfe is fed,
Our fouls rejoice in hope.

3 We fhall appear before the throne
Of our forgiving God,
Drefs'd in the garments of his Son,
And fprinkled with his blood.

4 We fhall be ftrong to run the race,
And climb the upper fky;
Chrift will provide our fouls with grac
He bought a large fupply.

5 Here we have wash'd our deepest stains,
And heal'd our wounds with heav'nlys
blood;

Blefs'd fountain! fpringing from the veins
Of Jefus, our incarnate God.].

6 In vain our mortal voices strive
To fpeak compaffion fo divine:
Had we a thousand lives to give,
A thoufand lives fhould all be thine.

XXIII. COMMON METRE.
Grace and Glory by the death of CHRIST.
1[CITTING around our father's board,
We raife our tuneful breath;
Our faith beholds her dying Lord,
And dooms our fins to death.]

Here thy revenging justice stands,
And pleads its dreadful caufe;
Here faving mercy fpreads her hands
Like Jefus on the cross.

Thy faints attend with ev'ry grace

On this great facrifice;
And love appears with cheerful face,
And faith with fixed eyes.

4 Our hope in waiting poffure fits,
To heav'n directs her fight;
Hére ev'ry warmer paffion meets,
And warmer pow'rs unite.

5 Zeal and revenge perform their part
And rifing fin destroy ;

Repentance comes with aching heart,
Yet not forbids the joy.

6 Dear Saviour, change our faith to fight
Let:fin for ever die ;.

Then shall our fouls be all delight,
And ev'ry tear be dry.

CANNOT perfuade myfelf to put a full Period to thefe Divine Hymns, until I have addreffed a fpecial Song of Glory to God the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. Thought Latin Name of it, Gloria Patri, be retained in the English Nation from the Roman Church; though there may be fome Exceffes of fuperftitious Honour paid to the words of it, which y have wrought fome unhappy Prejudices in weaker Chriftians; yet I believe it ftill to be of the nobleft Parts of Chriftian Worship. The Subject of it is the Doctrine of the Trinity, ich is that peculiar Glory of the Divine Nature, that our Lord Jefus Chrift has fo clearly reled unto Men, and is fo neceffary to true Chriftianity. The Action is Praife, which is one he most complete and exalted Parts of heavenly Worship. 1 have caft the Song into a Vay of Forms, and have fitted it, by a plain Verfion, or a larger Paraphrafe, to be fung either ne, or at the Conclufion of another Hymn. I have alfo added a few Hofannas, or Afcriptions Salvation to Chrift, in the fame Manner; and for the fame End.

SONG of PRAISE to the ever-bleffed XXVIII.
TRINITY, GOD the FATHER, SON, and

SPIRIT.

XXVI. 1ft LONG METRE.

LESS'D be the Father and his love,

BTo whofe celeftial fource we owe

Rivers of endless joy above,

And rills of comfort here below.
Glory to thee, great Son of God,
From whofe dear wounded body rolls
A precious ftream of vital blood,
Pardon and life for dying souls.
We give thee, facred Spirit praise,
Who, in our hearts of fin and woe,
Makes living springs of grace arife,
And into boundlefs glory flow.

. Thus God the Father, God the Son,
And God the Spirit we adore,
That fea of life and love unknown,
Without a bottom or a fhore.

XXVII. ift COMMON METRE.

GL

LORY to God the Father's name,
Who, from our finful race,
Chose out his fav'rites to proclaim
The honours of his grace.

Glory to God the Son be paid,

Who dwelt in humble clay, And, to redeem us from the dead, Gave his own life away.

3 Glory to God the Spirit give,

From whofe almighty pow'r
Our fouls their heav'nly birth derive,
And blefs the happy hour.

4 Glory to God that reigns above,
Th' eternal Three in One,
Who by the wonders of his love,
Has made his nature known.

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1ft

SHORT METRE,

ET God the Father live
For ever on our tongues;
Sinners from his first love derive
The ground of all their fongs.
2 Ye faints employ your breath,
In honour to the Son, [death,
Who brought your fouls from hell and
By off'ring up his own.

3 Give to the Spirit praise

Of an immortal strain,

Whofe light, and pow'r, and grace conveys
Salvation down to men.

4 While God, the Comforter,
Reveals our pardon'd fin,
O may the blood and water bear,
The fame record within.

5 To the great One, and Three,
That feal this grace in heav'n,
The Father, Son, and Spirit be
Eternal glory giv'n.

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XXXVII. OR THUS.
IVE to the Father praise,

G Give glory to the Son,

And to the Spirit of his grace
Be equal honour done.

Or, SALVATION afcribed to CHRIS T.

XLII. LONG METRE.

OSANNA to King David's Son,

2 To Chrift th' anointed King
Be endless bleffings giv'n;

HWho weight on a fuperiour throne. Let the whole earth his glory fing,

We blefs the Prince of heav'nly birth,
Who brings falvation down to earth.
2 Let ev'ry nation, ev'ry age,
In this delightful work engage;
Old men and babes in Sion fing
The growing glories of her King,;

Who made our peace with heav'n.

XLV. PARTICULAR METRE.

I

H

OSANNA to the King

Of David's ancient blood
Behold he comes to bring
Forgiving grace from God:,
Let old and young
Attend his way,
And at his feet
Their honours lay.

2 Glory to God on high,

Salvation to the Lamb;
Let earth, and fea, and fky
His wond'rous love proclaim;
Upon his head

Shall honours reft,
And ev'ry age
Pronounce him bleft.

END OF THE THIRD BOOK.

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A TABLE to find any HYMN by the firft Line

Note, The Letters a, b, c, denote the First, Second, or Third Book; the Figures direc the HYMN.

B. H.Do we not know that folemn word

19 AITH is the brightest evidence
b 130 Far from my thoughts, vain &c.
20 Father, I long, I faint to fee
48 Father, we wait to feel thy grace
b 123 Firm and unmov'd are they

a 131

Jer

Jel

Jef

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