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H YM N XI.,
"Pilgrim's Hymn, a Dialogue.
WELL us, o Women, we wou'd know
Whither so fast ye move?
We, call'd to leave the World below,
Are seeking one above.
Whence came ye, fay, and what the Place
That ye are trav’lling from?
From Tribulation, we thro Grace,
Are now returning Home.
Is not your native Country here?
Like you not this abode'?
We feek a better Country far,
Ă City built by God.
Thither we travel, nor intend
Short of that Bliss to rest;
Nor we, 'till in the Sinners Friend
Our weary Souls are blesi’d.
Friends of the Bridegroom we shall reign,
Saviour, we ask no more;
Hail Lamb of God, for Sinners Nain,
Whom Heav'n and Earth adore !
Η Υ Μ Ν ΧΙΙ. .
Resting under the Cross.
YHILDREN of Isr’el, see what Shade
The Cross doth us afford
; It was for weary Trav'lers made,
We thank thee for it, Lord,
A'while fit down, and we'll prepare
To fing his worthy Fame ; . Who to redeem us sojourn'd here,
Christ Jesus is his Name:
We sing thy Suff rings, Wounds, and Blood,
The Virtue of thy Pain :
We fing thy Griefs, thou dying God,
Thou Lamb for Sinners pain.
We hail thee, thou by Jews revild,
To thee we bow the Knee :
Hail! very God, the promis'd Child,
The Prophets sang of thee.
While others praise an unknown God,
We each will sing of thee;
Jefus has wahd me. in his Bloody,
And lov’d and dy'd for me.
HY MN XIII.
General Praise to Christ.
NCE Naughter'd, now exalted Lamb,
We fing to thy eternal Name,
The whole Affembly join :
To yonder Harper's Harp we tune
Our solemn Songs, and round the Throne
We sing the Man divine.
Our poor unmeet Society,
Mix with the happy Coinpany
Of Christians gone before ;
And as they bless Mefliah's Blood,
We iinitate their Song, and God,
The holy Lamb adore.
Brethren and Sisters all agree
To fing he lov'd and dy'd for me ;
I thank him for his Grace;
Quickly thy Chariot, Lord, fend down,
To bear us to the wish'd for Throne,
Where we inay see thy Face.
Or if thou here would'st have us stay,
A longer Space, lo! We obey ;
Only Ict us be fure
That Heav'n is ours, die when we willy
And let thy Sp’rit be with us ftill,
And we'll desire r.o more.
Η Υ Μ Ν XIV.
Privileges of God's Children.
LESSED are the Sons of God,
They are bought with Chrift's own Blool,
They are ransom'd from the Grave,
Life eternal they shall have.
God did love them in his Son,
Long before the World begun;
They the Seal of this receive,
When on Jesus they believe.
They are juftify'd by Grace,
They enjoy a solid Peace;
All their Sins are wash'd
They shall stand in God's great Day.
They produce the Fruits of Grace,
In the Works of Righteousness !
They are harmless, meek, and mild,
Holy, humble, undefild,
They are Lights upon the Earth,
Children of a heav'nly Birth;
Born of God, they hate all Sin,
God's pure Seed remains within.
They have Fellowship with God,
Thro' the Mediator's Blood;
One with God, with Jesus one, ,
Glory is in them begun.
Tho' they suffer much on Earth, :
Strangers quite to this World's Mirth,,
Yet they have an inward Joy,
Pleasure which can never cloy..
They alone are truly bleft,
Heirs of God, joint-beirs with Chrift 3
With them number'd may webe,
Here, and in Eternity!
HY M N XV. Peace of Christianity, in a Dialogue. O Pilgrims (if ye Pilgrims be)
We want to join with you : Poor Christian-Travellers are we,
To Canaan's Land we go. No Peace (tho’we have fought) we find!
In any Country here ; 'Twas therefore we left all behind,
Wealth, Name, and Character. We ne'er such Pleasure knew before
As now in him we know !
Peace (since our Saviour's Cross we bore)
Like Rivers in us flow.
Let others then delight them here,
Their Trifles we despise ;
The heav'nly Kingdom we prefer,
The Bliss of Paradise.
Then joyful let us journey om
To certain Reft above;
Singing to him on yonder's Throne
Of free electing Love.
HY MN XVI.
Glorifying God in Christ.
RETHREN sing-'tis right you shou’d,
Daughters of Jerusalem,
Join we willingly the Theme.
Shout for Joy, ye happy Men,
Lo! for you the Lamb was slain ;
Higbly favour'd Women, praise,
Jefus in celestial Lays.
Hail, redeeming Lamb, who late
Suffer'd Death without the Gate;
Hail! for by thy Death and Cross,
Thou haft purchas'd Heav'n for us.
None but Jesus will we fing,
None but Jesus, Ifr'el's King ;
None but Jefus will we laud,
None but Chrif our Lord and God.