To God the Spirit's Name, His Work compleats With Joy divine. Where Reason fails The Same. Before the World began : To him that form’d And Glory due. Our Lips address Let ev'ry Saint above, Thus Heav'n shall raise , H Y- M N LVIL Angels praise the LORD. HE Lord, the fovereign King, O'er all the heav'nly World he rules, And all beneath the Sky. And swift to do his Will, Whose Pleasure ye fulfil. The Orders of their King, Join in the Praise they fing. Thro' his vast Kingdoms shew HYMN LVIII. The Brazen Serpent. (plain’d, WITH And Gigh'd to be reliey'd, A Serpent strait the Prophet made, Of molten Brass to View display'd, The Patients look'd and liy'd. But, Oh, what Healing to the Heart, To those who seek a Cure ! Whilft Life and Breath endure. To Reason's View, so strange Effect, And perish in their Pride! From Jesu's bleeding Side. No other Gain explore; Here still be fix'd our feasted Eyes, Teaming with Tears of glad Surprize, And thankfully adore ! Thee we Physician call ;. Our Health, our Life, our All. H Y M N LIX. God made Man. Is thine exalted Name ! Let Men and Babes proclaimn. The Moon that rules the Night, And Stars that well adorn the Sky, Those moving Worlds of Light. $ Lord, what is Mani, or all his Race, Who dwells so far below, That thou should'At visit him with Grace, And love his Nature lo ! That thine eternal Son Mould bear To take a mortal Form, To save a dying Worm! Is thine exalted Name ! Let the whole Earth proclaim, HY MN LX. Faith in CHRIST. Our Sin how deep it's ftains i Fait in his slavilh Chains. But there's a Voice of Sov'reign Grace, Sounds from God's sacred Word: And trust upon the Lord. And run to this Relief! o help our Unbelief! Teach us, O Lord, to fly: Froin Crimes of deepest dye! Our reigning Sins fubdue ; With his infernal Crew. Poor, guilty, weak and helpless Worms, Into thy Hands we fall ; Be thou our Strength and Righteousness, Our Jesus, and our All ! HYMN LXI. Thanksgiving. Glory to our God and King ; Join, ye Saints, the Song around, |