HY MN LXXIII. Set up therein thy Throne ; And live to thee alone, TAM That I may, Compleat thy Work, and crown thy Grace, faithful prove, And listen to that finall still Voice, Which only whispers Love : And tells ine what to do ; Do not thy Will pursue. This Unction may I ever feel, This Teaching from my Lord, And learn Obedience to thy Voice, Thy Soul-reviving Word ! G HY MN LXXIV. Praising the Glory of the Grace of God. RACE, how exceeding sweet to those Who feel they Sinners are ! Their Heav'n is only there! “ Directly come, who will; - Poor helpless Sinners ftill ;" We thirst, O Lord ! give us each Day, To taste more of this Grace ; More of that Stream, which from the Rock Flow'd thro' the Wilderness Where'er eternal Life is given, This Thirst the same will be! The Heart will after Jesus pant To all Eternity. 'Tis Grace alone that feeds our Souls, Grace keeps us inly poor; May rule for evermore! H Y M N LXXX. Infinitely condescending Love, L OVE brought down God's dear only Son Into a Virgin's Womb, And laid him in a Tombi Thro' ev'ry Action, suff'ring too, The Law of Kindness reign’d, Love op'd those gaftly Wounds throl which His precious Life was drain'd. Love took him to his Father's Throne, There to prepare us Room, To fetch us to his Homs. HY MN LXXVI. Still supply our ev'ry Want, Unfuftain'd by thee we fall! All our Hope on thee depend, H Y M N LXXVII. My Soul to Jesus flies, When swelling Billows rise. I trust a faithful God, Is in a Saviour's Blood. Loud Hallelujah's fing my Soul To thy Redeemer's Name, His Love is still the same. H Y M N LXXVIII. 2 Kings X. 15. Before Sacrament. C My Companion and Friend, : To taste of the Banquet above ; . If thine Heart be as mine, If for Jesus it pine, Who in Jesus confide, They are bold to outride, With the Prophet they foar To the heav'nly Shore, By Faith we are come To our permanent Home, By Love we still rise, And look down on the Skies, For the Heaven of Heavens is Love! Who on Earth can conceive, How happy we live, In the City of God the great King ! What a Concert of Praise, When our Jesus's Grace, What a rapturous Song, When the glorify'd Throng In the Spirit of Harmony join ; Join all the glad Choirs, Hearts, Voices, and Lyres, And the Burden is Mercy divine ! Hallelujah they cry, To the King of the Sky, To the great everlafting I AM! To the Lamb that was sain, And liveth again, HYMN Lxxix. The Same. By thy Church beloved, To each Heart approved. FA Crown this Ordinance of thine With a solemn Blessing ; Let our Feast be all divine, Each thyself pofseffing ! Let thy Flesh afford us Food, Ev'ry Grace to strengthen : Let our Drink be Jesu's Blood, Nature's Pow'r to weaken. Cause that bleeding Sacrifice Once for Sinners given, To appear before our Eyes, Earnest of our Heaven ! |