F HY MN CXXVI. VIRM as the Earth thy Gospel ftands, My Lord, my Hope, my Trust : If I am found in Jesu's Hands, My Soul can ne'er be lost. His Honour is engag'd to save The meanest of his Sheep ; His Hands fecurely keep. His Fav'rites from his Breaft, They must for ever reft. HY MN CXXVII. TOTHING but thy Blood, O Jesus, Can relieve us from our Smart : ; Nothing else from Guilt release us; Nothing else can inelt the Heart, N Law and Terrors do but harden, All the while they work alone ; But a Sense of Blood-bought Pardon Soon diffolves a Heart of Stone. Teach us, by thy patient Spirit, How to mourn, and not despair ; Wreftle hard with God in Pray'r, Whatsoe'er Afiations seize us, They shall profit, if not please"; But defend, defend us, Jesus. From Security and Ease. HY MN CXXVIII. CHRIST. Thy God and ours are both the same: JE Chrift be my first Elect, he said, Thus.did eternal Love begin Predeftinated to be Sons, H Y M N CXXIX. The Publican and Pharisee! This Man at hunable Distance ftands, The Lord their-diff'rent Language knows, Dear Father, let;me never be H Y M N . CXXX. The Kingdom come. Enter into our glorious Reft! And fing in Ecstacy unknown, T! HY MN CXXXI. Time and Eternity. And humbly own to thee, What dying Worms we be. Waken, O Lord, our drowsy Sense, To walk this dangerous Road; And when our Souls are taken hence, May they be found with God! Is graven on thy Hands; Where my Salvation stands. HY MN CXXXII. The Same. God's watchful Eye surveys, And regulate our Ways ? Affure us of thy wond'rous Love Unmeasurably kind Be ev'ry With refign'd. Good when lie gives supremely Good, Nor less, when he denies, Are blessings in Disguise. My God inscribe my Name, my Lord the Lamb ! In endless Fame survive, Greatly triumphant, live, HY MN CXXXIII, Mark vii. 37 OW in a Song of grateful Praise To my dear Lord my Voice I'll raise, With all his Saints I'll join to tell, My Jesus has done all Things well. All Worlds his glorious Power confess, His Wisdom all his Works express : But O his Love ! what Tongue can tell! My Jesus has done all Things well, How fov'reign, wonderful and free, Has been his Love to sinful Me! This pluck'd me from the Jaw of Hell, My Jesus has done all Things well, Y |