I fpurn'd his Grace, I broke his Laws
And yet he undertook my Cause,
To fave me, tho' I did rebell;
My Jefus has done all Things well.
And fince my Soul has known his Love,
What Mercies has he made me prove;
Mercies which do all Praise excell;
My Jefus has done all Things well.
Whene'er my Saviour and my God,
Has on me laid his gentle Rod;
I know in all that has befell,
My Jefus has done all Things well.
Tho' many a fiery flaming Dart
The Tempter levels at my Heart;
With this I all his Rage repell,
My Jefus has done all Things well.
Sometimes my Lord his Face does hide
To make me pray, or kill my Pride ;
Yet then it on my Mind does dwell,
My Jefus has done all Things well.
Soon fhall I pafs the väil of Death,
And in his Arms fhall lofe my Breath;
Yet then my happy Soul fhall tell,
My Jefus has done all Things well.
And when to that bright World I rife,
And join the Anthems in the Skies;
Above the reft this Note fhall fwell,
My Jefus has done all Things well!
Look again. If. ii. 4.
EE a poor Sinner, dearest Lord,
Whofe Soul encourag'd by thy Word
At Mercy's Footftool would remain,
And there would look, and look again.
How oft deceiv'd by Self and Pride,
Has my poor Heart been turn'd afide,
And Jonah like has fled from thee,
Till thou haft look'd again on me.
Ah bring a wretched Wanderer home,
And to thy Footftool let me come,
And tell thee all my Grief and Pain,
And wait and look, and look again.
Take Courage then, my trembling Soul,
One Look from Chrift will make thee whole,
Truft thou in him, 'tis not in vain,
But wait and look, and look again.
Do Satan's Darts thy Soul moleft ?
Does dark Defertion fill thy Breaft
Art thou almoft with Sorrows flain?
Yet wait and look, and look again.
Do Fears and Doubts thy Soul annoy
And thund'ring Tempefts drown thy Joy
And canft thou not one Smile obtain ?
Yet wait and look, and look again.
Look to the Lord, his Word, his Throne;
Look to his Grace, and not your own:
There wait and look, and look again;
You fhall not wait, nor look in vain.
Ere long that happy Day will come,
When I fhall reach my blifsful Home :
And when to Glory I attain,
O then I'll look, and look again.
I know that my Redeemer liveth..
Know that my Redeemer lives,
What Comfort this fweet Sentence gives!
He lives he lives, who once was dead,
He lives, my everliving Head.
He lives triumphant from the Grave,
He lives eternally to fave,
He lives all glorious in the Sky,
He lives exalted there on high.
He lives to blefs me with his Love,.
He lives to plead for me above,
He lives my hungry. Soul to feed,
He lives to help in Time of Need.
He lives to grant me rich Supply,
He lives to guide me with his Eye,
He lives to comfort me when faint,
He lives to hear my Soul's Complaint..
He lives to crush the Pow'rs of Hell,
He lives that he inay in me dwell,
He lives to heal, and make me whole,
He lives to guard my feeble Soul.
He lives to filence all my Fears,
He lives to stop, and wipe my Tears,
He lives to calm my troubled Heart,
He lives all Bleffings to impart.
He lives my kind, wife heav'nly Friend,
He lives, and, loves me to the End,
He lives, and while he lives l'il fing,
He lives my Prophet, Priest and King.
He lives and grants me daily Breath,
He lives, and I fhall conquer Death,
He lives my Manfion to prepare,
He lives to bring me fafely there.
He lives, all Glory to his Name,
He lives my Jefus ftill the fame;
O the fweet Joy this Sentence gives,
I know that my Redeemer lives.
Him. Acts v. 31.
JOIN all who love the Saviour's Name,
And fing his everlasting Fame.
Great God prepare each Heart and Voice, In Him for ever to rejoice.
Of Him what wond'rous Things are told, In Him what Glories I behold;
For Him I gladly all Things leave,
To Him my Soul for ever cleave.
In Him my Treasure's all contain'd,
By Him my feeble Soul's fuftain'd,
From Him I all Things do receive,
Thro' Him my Soul does daily live..
With Him I daily love to walk,
Of Him my Soul delights to talk,
On Him I caft my ev'ry Care,
Like Him one Day I fhall appear.
Blefs Him my Soul from Day to Day,,
Truft Him to bring thee on thy Way,
Give Him thy poor weak finful Heart,
With Him O never, never part.
Take Him for Strength and Righteoufnefs,
Make Him thy Refuge in Diftress,
Love Him above all earthly Joy,
And Him in every Thing employ.
Praife Him in chearful, grateful Songs,
To Him your higheft Praise belongs;
'Tis Him who does your Heav'n prepare,
And Him you'll praife for ever there.
H Y M N CXXXVII.
APPY the Man to whom 'tis given,
To eat the Bread of Life in Heaven:
This Happiness in Chrift we prove,
Who feaft on his forgiving Love,
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