Satan heareft thou thy Doom,
Jefus my Deliv'rer's come;
Paffion, Unbelief, and Pride,
Hence be gone, for Chrift hath dy'd.

Hail! my Jefus, Lord and God,
Take the Purchase of thy Blood,.
Thou didft give thyself for me,
Lo, I give myself to thee.

HENCE

Doubts fcattered.

ENCE from my Soul, fad Thoughts be
And leave me to my Joys;

My Tongue fhall triumph in my God,
And make a joyful Noise.

(gone,

Darkness and Doubts had veil'd my Mind,
And drown'd my Head in Tears,
Till fov'reign Grace, with fhining Rays,
Difpell'd my gloomy Fears.

O! what immortal Joys I felt,

And Raptures all divine,
When Jefus told me, I was his,
And my Beloved mine.

In vain the Tempter frights my Soul,
And breaks my Peace in vain;

One Glimpfe, dear Saviour, of thy Face,
Revives my oys again.

U

They crucify'd him.

Love divine, what haft thou done! Th' immortal God hath dy'd for me: The Father's co-eternal Son

Bore all my Sins upon the Tree: Th' immortal God for me hath dy'd; My Lord, my Love, is crucify'd!

Behold him, all ye that pafs by,

The bleeding Prince of Life and Peace! Come fee, ye Worms, your Maker die, And fay, was ever Grief like his ! Come, feel with me his Blood apply'd, My Lord, my Love, is crucify'd.

Is crucify'd for me and you,

To bring us Rebels back to God: Believe, believe the Record true,

That we are bought with Jefu's Blood; Pardon and Life flow from his Side, My Lord, my Love, is crucify'd.

Then let us fit beneath his Cross,

And gladly catch the healing Stream! All Things for him account but Lofs, And give up all our Hearts to him; Of nothing fpeak or think befide, My Lord, my Love, is crucify'd!

L

HYMN CVII.

CALVARY.

AMB of God, whofe bleeding Love,
We thus recall to Mind,

Send the Anfwer from above,

And let us Mercy find:
Think on us, who think on thee,
And ev'ry ftruggling Soul releafe;
O remember Calvary,

And bid us go in Peace.

By thine agonizing Pain,

And bloody Sweat we pray;
By thy dying Love to Man,

Take all our Sins away:
Burft our Bonds, and fet us free,
From all Iniquity release:
O remember, &c.

Let thy Blood by Faith apply'd,

The Sinner's Pardon feal;

Speak us freely justify'd,

And all our Sick nefs heal,

By thy Paffion on the Tree,

Let all our Griefs and Troubles ceafe;

O remember, &c.

Never would we hence depart,

'Till thou our Wants relieve; Write Forgivenefs on our Hearts, And all thine Image give, Still our Souls fhall cry to thee, 'Till all renew'd in Holiness;

O remember Calvary,

And bid us go in Peace.

O

HYMN CVIII.
The Stony Heart.

H! for a Glance of heav'nly Day,
To take this ftubborn Stone away,
And thaw with Beams of Love divine
This Heart, this frozen Heart of mine.

The Rocks can rent; the Earth can quake;
The Sea can roar; the Mountains fhake;
Of Feeling all Things fhew fome Sign;
But this unfeeling Heart of mine.

To hear the Sorrows thou haft felt,
Dear Lord, an Adamant would melt:
But I can read each moving Line,
And nothing move this Heart of mine.

Thy Judgments too unmov'd I hear,
(Amazing Thought!) which Devils fear,
Goodnefs and Wrath in vain combine,
Toftir this ftupid Heart of mine.

But fomething yet can do the Deed:
And that dear Something much I need,
Thy Spirit can from Drofs refine,
And move and melt this Heart of mine.

W

HYMN CIX.

The Same.

THEN fhall my frozen Heart revive? When fhall my Soul begin to live? Fetter'd with Sin, opprefs'd with Death, pant, yet hopelefs pant for Breath.

I

Yet againft Hope, I fain wou'd hope,
O that the Lord would raife me up;
Wou'd all my Unbelief deftroy,
And let me tafte his People's Joy.

Come Breath of Life, infpire my Soul,
On me let Streams of Mercy roll;
I know a tender Glance from thee,
Can fet ny burthen'd Spirit free.

Peter's Experience tells me fo,
Tells me what Jefu's Look can do ;
The harden'd Heart at once it turns,
The Icy Soul it melts and burns.

Lord kindly reach this Heart of mine,
I'd pant to be intirely thine,
To have thy Spirit rule in me,
And bring me into Liberty.

T

CHRIST is All in All.

O all my Vileness, Chrift is Glory bright, To all my Mis'ries, infinite DelightTo all my Ign'rance, Wife without compare, To my Deformity, the Eternal Fair

Sight to my Blindness-To my Meaness, Wealth, Life to my Death-and to my Sickness, Health, To Darkness, Light-my Liberty in Thrall What fhall I fay-my Chrift is All in All !