HYMN

CXI.

At the coming of a Minifter.

W

Elcome, welcome, bleffed Servant,
Meffenger of Jefu's Grace!

O how beautiful the Feet of

Him that brings good News of Peace, Welcome Herald, welcome Herald, &c. Prieft of God, thy People's Joy.

Saviour, blefs his Meffage to us,

Give us Hearts to hear the Sound
Of Redemption, dearly purchas'd
By thy Death and precious Wounds,
O reveal it, O reveal it, &c.
To our poor and helpless Souls.

Give reward of Grace and Glory
To thy faithful Labourer dear,
Let the Incenfe of our Hearts be
Offer'd up in Faith and Prayer,

Blefs, O blefs him; bless, O blefs him, &c,
Now henceforth for evermore.

I'M

HYMN CXII.

Not ashamed of the Gospel.

"'M not afham'd to own my Lord,
Or to defend his Cause,

Maintain the Honour of his Word,
The Glory of his Cro's,

Jefus, my God; I know his Name,
His Name is all my Truft;
Nor will he put my Soul to Shame,
Nor let my Hope be loft.

Firm as his Throne, his Promise stands,

And he can well fecure

What I've committed to his Hands, 'Till the decifive Hour.

Then will he own my worthlefs Name,
Before his Father's Face,
And in the New Jerufalem

Appoint my Soul a Place.

HYMN CXIII.

CHRIST'S Dying Love.

TOW condefcending, and how kind,
Was God's eternal Son!

H

Our Mis'ry reach'd his heav'nly Mind,
And Pity brought him down.

(When Juftice by our Sins provok'd,
Drew forth its dreadful Sword,
He gave his Soul up to the Stroke,
Without a murm'ring Word.)

(He funk beneath our heavy Wocs,
To raise us to his Throne;
There's not a Gift his Hand bestows,
But coft his Heart a Groan.)

This was Compaffion like a God,
That when the Saviour knew,
The Price of Pardon was his Blood,
His Pity ne'er withdrew.

Now tho' he reigns exalted high,
His Love is ftill as great;
Well he remembers Calvary,
Nor let our Souls forget.

For a Minifter confin'd from attending the Ordinances on the Lord's Day.

IN

N filent Sadnefs I'm condemn'd
To fpend this facred Day,

Nor fuffer'd to approach thy Courts,
To fing, and preach, and pray.

My willing Feet with Joy have trod
Thy Palaces of Grace;

(The Dwellings of my King, my God)
Where Saints behold thy Face.

To Zion's op'ning Gates this Day
Th' affembling Armies move,
The Gofpel-Trumpet fweetly founds,
With Pardon, Peace and Love.

The bleffed Saints with Hearts and Tongues,

Unite to speak thy Praise,

With Ears and Hearts in Rapture held
By Meffages of Grace.

May they thy Glories Lord behold,
And feed on heav'nly Food;
May living Waters fill their Souls,
And Grace and Strength renew'd.

Whilft I'm a Pris'ner in the Chains,
In Darkness, Grief and Pain,
May I one Beam of Love divine,
Óne Crumb of Grace obtain.

May Mercy's Hand direct thy Rod
Thy Pow'r my Soul uphold,
The Drofs and Tin purge all away,
And brighten all the Gold.

May ev'ry Sin be now deftroy'd;

And ev'ry Grace made ftrong;

Give Health, and Eafe, and Strength again, And Grace fhall be my Song.

HYMN CXV.

For a Public Faft.

ORD, look on all affembled here;
Who in thy Prefence ftand,

To offer up united Pray'r

For this our finful Land.

Oft have we, each in private, pray'd,
Our Country might find Grace,
Now hear the fame Petitions made
In this appointed Place.

Or, if amongst us fome be met,
So careless of their Sin,

They have not cry'd for Mercy yet;
Lord let them now begin,

Thou, by whofe Death poor Sinners live,
By whom their Pray'rs fucceed,
Thy Spir't of Supplication give,
And we fhall pray indeed.

We will not flack; nor give thee Reft;
But importune thee fo,

That, 'till we fhall be by thee blest,
We will not let thee go.

Great God of Hofts, Deliv'rance bring,
Guide thofe that hold the Helm ;
Support the State; preferve the King;
And fpare the guilty Realin.

Or fhould the dread Decree be paft,
And we muft feel thy Rod;
May Faith and Patience hold us faft
To our correcting God.

Whatever be our deftin'd Cafe,
Accept us in thy Son;

Give us his Gofpel, and his Grace;
And then thy will be done.

HYMN

CXVI.

Afcribing to GOD the Praife of our

Salvation.

OW empty was our former Boast,
Our Foolishness of Pride,

When in ourselves we put our Truft,
And on our Works rely'd!