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Yes, thou art precious to my foul,
My transport, and my truft;
Jewels to thee are gaudy toys,
And gold is fordid duft.

All my capacious pow'rs can wifh,
In thee moft richly meet;
Nor to my eyes is light fo dear,
Nor friendship half fo fweet.

O may thy grace ftill chear my heart,
And fhed its fragrance there!
The nobleft balm of all its wounds,
The cordial of its care.

I'll fpeak the honours of thy name
With my laft lab'ring breath;
When fpeechlefs, clafp thee in my arms,
My joy in life and death.

CXVII. Another. C. M. THE Saviour! O what endless charms

Dwell in the blifsful found!

Its influence ev'ry fear difarms,
And fpreads fweet comfort round.
Here pardon, life, and joys divine,
In rich effufion flow,

For guilty rebels loft in fin,

And doom'd to endless woe.

Th' almighty Former of the skies
Stoop'd to our vile abode;

While angels view'd, with wond'ring eyes,
And hail'd th' incarnate God.

O the rich depths of love divine!
Of blifs, a boundless store!

Dear Saviour, let me call thee mine;
I cannot wish for more!

On thee alone my hope relies,
Beneath thy cross I fall;
My Lord, my life, my facrifice,
My Saviour, and my All!

CXVIII. Another.

COME

T..

Sevens.

NOME, and let us fweetly join,
Chrift to praife in hymns divine!

Give we all, with one accord,
Glory to our common Lord!
Strive we, in affection strive;
Let the purer flame revive;
Such as in the martyrs glow'd,
Dying champions for their God.
Sing we then in Jefu's name,
Now, as yesterday, the fame;
One in ev'ry age and place,
Full of love, of truth, and grace.
Chrift is now gone up on high,
(Thither may our wishes fly ;)
Sits at God's right hand above,
There with him we reign in love.

W-Y.

CXIX. Invitation to Praife. S. M.

AWAKE, and fing the fong

Of Mefes and the Lamb!

Wake ev'ry heart, and ev'ry tongue,
To praise the Saviour's name!

Sing of his dying love,
Sing of his riding pow'r

Sing how he intercedes above,
For those whofe fins he bore.

Sing till we feel our hearts
Afcending with our tongues;
Sing till the love of fin departs,
And grace infpires our fongs.
Sing on your heav'nly way,
Ye rantom'd finners fing!
Sing on, rejoicing ev'ry day,

In Chrift th' eternal King!

Soon fhall we hear him fay, "Ye bleffed children come !" Soon will he call us hence away,

And take his wand'rers home.

There fhall our raptur'd tongue
His endless praife proclaim;
And fweeter voices tune the fong
Of Mofes and the Lamb.

BR

H-D.

CXX. Adoring Chrift. Sevens.

RETHREN, let us join to bless
Jefus Chrift, our joy and peace!
Let our praise to him be giv'n,
High at God's right hand in heav'n.
Mafter, fee! to thee we bow,
Thou art Lord, and only thou:
Thou the bleffed virgin's feed,
Glory of thy church and head.
Thee the angels ceaceless fing,
Thee we praife, our Prieft and King :
Worthy is thy name of praile,
Full of glory, full of grace.

Thou haft the glad tidings brought
Of falvation by thee wrought;
Wrought for all thy church ! and we
Worship in their company."

We thy little flock adore
Thee the Lord for evermore
Ever with us fhew thy love,
'Till we join with those above.

CXXI. Chrift our Righteousness. L. M.

JES

TESUS, thy righteousness divine
Is all my glory, all my
trust;

Nor will I fear, if that be mine,
While Jesus lives, and God is just.
My guilt, 'tis of a crimfon dye!
And black as hell, my various fin!
Yet-Jelu's blood can purify,
And wash my filthy nature clean.
Tho' ragged to my shame, or bare,
My wretched foul's by nature found;"
His righteoufnefs he bids me wear!
And throws the noble mantle round.
Clad in this robe, how bright I fhine!
Angels might envy fuch a drefs;
Angels have not a robe like mine,
A robe like Jefu's righteoulnels.

W-S.

CXXII. Covenant Mercy, P. M.
Debtor to mercy alone,

A

Of covenant mercy I fing;

Nor fear, with thy righteoufnels on,
My perfon and off'rings to bring:
The terors of law, and of God,
With me can have nothing to do ;

My Saviour's obedience and blood,
Hide all my tranfgreffions from view.
The work, which his goodness began,
The arm of his ftrength will complete;
His promife is yea and amen,
And never was forfeited yet:

Things future, nor things that are now,
Not all things below nor above,
Can make him his purpose forego,
Or fever my foul from his love.
My name from the palms of his hands
Eternity will not erale:
Impreft on his heart it remains,
In marks of indelible grace
Yes, I to the end fhall endure,
As fure as the earneft is giv'n;
More happy, but not more fecure,
The glorify'd fpirits in heav'n.

T-Y.

CXXIII. Salvation by Grace. L. M.
ALVATION! O the rapt'rous found!
For Adam's fallen guilty race;

SALV

Come let us spread the news around,
For God hath fav'd us by his Grace.

Among his faints fhall we abide,
Among his fons obtain a place;
Elect, redeemed, fanctify d,

And fav'd thro' faith alone, by Grace.

O for the hour, when we within
His courts above, fhall fee his face!
From pain, from forrow, and from fin
Completely fav'd, and fav'd by Grace.

W-S.

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