There dwells the Lord our King,
The Lord our Righteoufnefs,
(Triumphant o'er the World and Sin)
The Prince of Peace:

On Sion's facred Height
His Kingdom ftill maintains
And glorious with his Saints in Light
For ever reigns.

He keeps his own Secure,
He guards them by his Side,
Arrays in Garments white and pure
His fpotlefs Bride:

With Streams of facred Blifs,
With Groves of living Joys-
With all the Fruits of Paradife,
He ftill fupplies.

PART THE THIRD,
Before the great Three-One,
They all exulting ftand;
And tell the Wonders he hath done,
Thro' all their Land;

The lift'ning Spheres attend,
And fwell the growing Fame,
And fing, in Songs which never end,
The wond'rous NAME.

The God who reigns on high,
The great Arch-angels fing,
And "Holy, holy, holy," cry,
"ALMIGHTY KING!

"WHO WAS, AND IS, THE SAME; "AND EVERMORE SHALL BE; "JEHOVAH-FATHER-GREAT I AM * 66. WE WORSHIP THEE."

Before the Saviour's Face
The ranfom'd Nations bow;
O'erwhelm'd at this Almighty Grace,
For ever new;

He fhews his Prints of Love
They kindle-to a Flame!
And found thro' all the Worlds above,
The flaughter'd-Lamb.

The whole triumphant Hoft
Give Thanks to God on high;
Hail Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
They ever cry:

Hail, Abraham's God-and mine!
(I join the heav'nly Lays,)
All Might and Majefty are thine,
And endless Praife.

I will fing of the Mercy of the Lord for

ever.

HY Mercy, my God, is the Theme of my
Song,

THY

The Joy of my Heart, and the Boaft of my

Tongue:

Thy free Grace alone, from the firft to the laft,
Has won iny Affections, and bound my Soul faft.

Without thy fweet Mercy, I could not live here;
Sin foon would reduce me to utter Despair :
But, thro' thy free Goodness, my Spirits revive,
And he that firft made me, ftill keeps me alive,

Whene'er I mistake, thy kind Mercy begins
To melt ine, and then I can mourn for my Sins;
And, led by thy Spirit, to Jefus's Blood,

My Sorrows are dry'd, and my Strength is renew'd.
Thy Mercy is more than a Match for my Heart,
Which wonders to feel its own Hardness depart
Diffolv'd by thy Prefence I fall to the Ground,
And weep to the Praise of the Mercy I found.
The Doors of thy Mercy ftand open all Day,
To the poor and the needy who knock by the Way:
Thy Mercy is endless, moft tender and free;
No Sinner need doubt, fince 'tis given to me.

Dear Father, thy merciful Word is my all; Thy Promife fupports me, when ready to fall: When Enemies croud, to caufe Doubt and Defpair, I conquer them all by thy Spirit of Prayer.

Thy Mercy in Jefus exempts me from Hell; Of thy Mercy I'll fing, of thy Mercy I'll tell : 'Twas Jefus my Friend, when he hung on the Tree, That open'd the Channel of Mercy for me.

Great Father of Mercies, thy Goodness I own, And the Covenant-Love of thy crucify'd Son: All Praise to the Spirit, whofe Whispers divine, Seal Mercy, and Pardon, and Righteousnefs, mine.

HYMN CXXIII.

The Lofs of CHRIST lamented, from the paft Experience of his Love.

M Moft fweetly and foftly, when Chrift was

Y Time, oh ye Daughters of Sion, did run

my Sun;

Thro' Darkness I fearlefs could walk by his Light, His Rays were my Comfort, his Shield was my Might.

When Jefus was with me, by Day or by Night, Tho' Darkness was round me, my Soul was ftill Light;

My Joys and my Comforts enraptur'd my Mind,
While under his Shadow I fweetly reclin'd

What Time in Communion with Jefus I fpent,
'Twas Heav'n all over wherever I went ;
And oft when his Kindnefs I've felt on my Heart,
In Raptures I pray'd, he would never depart.

His Mercy and Love was the Theme of my Song,
To praife and adore him the Joy of my Tongue:
To talk of his Goodnefs my daily Delight,

To think of his Kindness my Pleasure by Night.

But when He is abfent, my Comforts are gone,
My Heart is dejected, and hard as a Stone;
Nor Nature or Creature Delight can impart,
Till Jefus return, the fole Joy of my Heart.

That e'er I fhould grieve thee, my Lord and my
Lamb,

It vexes my Soul and o'erwhelms me with Shame; The Sweets of thy Favor, and Love felt before, Reftore, my dear Jefus, and leave me no more.

Lord, behold thy Servant ftands;
Lo! to thee he lifts his Hands
Satisfy his Soul's Defire;
'Touch his Lips with holy Fire.

Ope thy Treasures! fo fhall fall
Unction fweet on him, on All.
Till by Odours fcattered round,
"Chrift himself be trac'd and found.
Then fhall ev'ry raptur'd Heart,
Rich in Peace and Joy depart.

D

Eareft Saviour help thy Servant, To proclaim thy wondrous Love! O that every Soul now prefent May thy Grace and Truth approve; Bles, O blefs us; blefs, O bless us ;blefs, O blefs us,

From thy fhining Courts above.

Now thy gracious Word invites us, To partake thy Gospel Feaft

Let thy Spirit now unite us, Each to Thee a willing Gueft; O receive us, &c.

To thy glorious promis'd Reft.