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H Y M N OXI.
Messenger of Jesu's Grace !
Him that brings good News of Peace, Welcome Herald, welcome Herald, &c.
Priest of God, thy People's Joy. Saviour, bless his Message to us,
Give us Hearts to hear the Sound Of Redemption, dearly purchas'd
By thy Death and precious Wounds, () reveal it, О reveal it, &c. To our poor and helpless Souls.
Give reward of Grace and Glory
To thy faithful Labourer dear, Let the Incense of our Hearts be
Offer'd up in Faith and Prayer, Bless, O bless him; bless, o bless him, &c,
Now henceforth for evermore,
H Y M N CXII.
Not ashamed of the Gospel. I'M ''M not asham’d to own my Lord,
Or to defend his Cause, Maintain the Honour of his Word,
The Glory of his Cro.s.
Jesus, my God; I know his Name,
His Name is all my Truft ;
Nor let my Hope be loft.
And he can well secure
'Till the decisive Hour.
Then will he own my worthless Name,
Before his Father's Face, And in the New Jerusalem
Appoint my Soul a Place,
H Y M N CXIII,
CHRIST's Dying Love.
Was God's eternal Son !
And Pity brought him down, (When Justice by our Sins provok'd,
Drew forth its dreadful Sword, He gave his Soul up to the Stroke,
Without a murm'ring Word.)
To raise us to his Throne;
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 still as great ; Well he remembers Calvary,
Nor let our Souls forget.
H Y M N CXIV. For a Minister confin’d from attending the
Ordinances on the Lord's Day.
To spend this sacred Day,
To fing, and preach, and pray.
Thy Palaces of Grace ; (The Dwellings of my King, iny God)
Where Saints behold thy Face.
To Zion's op'ning Gates this Day
Th' assembling Armies move,
With Pardon, Peace and Love.
The blessed Saints with Hearts and Tongues,
Unite to speak thy Praise,
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,
One Crunb of Grace obtain.
May Mercy's Hand direct thy Rod,
l'hy Pow'r my Soul uphold, The Dross and T'in purge all away,
And brighten all the Gold.
May ev'ry Sin be now destroy'd;
And ev'ry Grace made strong; Give Health, and Ease, and Strength again,
And Grace shall be my Song.
HY MN CXV..
For this our sinful Land.
Oft have we, each in private, pray'd,
Our Country might find Grace, Now hear the same Petitions made
In this appointed Place.
Or, if amongst us fome be met,
So careless of their Sin,
Lord let them now begin,
By whoin their Pray’rs succeed, Thy Spirit of Supplication give, And shall
indeed. We will not slack; nor give thee Rest;
But importune thee fo,
We will not let thee go.
Guide those that hold the Helm ;
And spare the guilty Realm.
And we must feel thy Rod;
To our correcting God.
Accept us in thy Son ;
HY MN CXVI, Ascribing to God the Praise of our
Our Foolíthness of Pride,
And on our Works rely'd!