HYMN XCI. TO JESUS CHRIST. Thou in whom the Gentiles truft, Oh tune our Souls, to praife thy Name, If Angels, whilft to thee they fing, Glory to thee, auspicious Lamb! Live, ever glorious Jefus ! live, L HYMN XCII. Unfruitfulness. ONG have we fat beneath the Sound But ftill how weak our Faith is found, Oft we frequent thy holy Place, How finall a Portion of thy Grace Our gracious Saviour and our God, How cold and feeble is our Love, Great God, thy fov'reign Aid impart, Shew our forgetful Feet the Way ZION HYMN XCIII. The Church, a Garden. Like Spicy Trees, Believers ftand, Awake, O heav'nly Wind, and come, H Spirit divine, defcend, and breathe Make thou our Spices flow abroad, HYMN XCIV. OLY Lamb, who thee receive, Fix, O fix each wav'ring Mind, Duft and Ashes tho' we be, Boundless Wisdom, Pow'r divine, Sons of Earth and Hofts of Heav'n. Complaining of fpiritual Sloth. UR drowly Pow'rs, why fleep ye fo: Nothing has half our Work to do, The little Ants for one poor Grain, We, for whom God the Son came down, Lord, fhall we lie fo fluggish ftill, Come, holy Dove, from th' heav'nly Hill, Then fhall our active Spirits move, With Hands of Faith, and Wings of Love, HYMN XCVI. CHRIST's Righteoufnefs imputed to Believers. APPY he who e'er believes, Did the Sin of Adam flay, And ruin all his Race? Jefus takes our Sins away, By fuff'ring in our Place: He perform'd what God requir'd, And answer'd all the Law demands; In his Righteousness attir'd, The true Believer ftands. Mofes, at a Distance, faw The Righteousness divine! In the Volume of the Law, How clearly doth it shine! Holy Men, and Prophets old, Beheld from far the bleeding Lamb, Of his Righteousness foretold, And trufted in the fame. How perverfely did the Jews His Righteoufness difcard! Shall we then his Love abuse, And flight his great Reward! Of the Law he is the End, And after we have done our best, On his Grace we must depend, And in his Merits reft. What a Mystery of Love In God's Defigns appears! Our Sin and Torment bears: God imputes Man's Sins to him; Imputes to Man his Righteoufnefs; Guilty he doth Chrift efteem, And guiltless us confefs. |