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HYMN XCI.

TO JESUS CHRIST.

Thou in whom the Gentiles truft,
Thou only holy, only juft,

Oh tune our Souls, to praife thy Name,
Jefus unchangeable, the fame!

If Angels, whilft to thee they fing,
Wrap up their Faces in their Wing,
How fhall we finful Duft draw nigh
The great, the awful Deity?

Glory to thee, auspicious Lamb!
Thou holy Lord, thou great I Am;
With all our Pow'r, thy Grace we blefs,
Our Joy, our Peace, our Righteousness.

Live, ever glorious Jefus ! live,
Worthy all Bleffings to receive!
Worthy on high enthron'd to fit
With ev'ry Pow'r beneath thy Feet.

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HYMN XCII.

Unfruitfulness.

ONG have we fat beneath the Sound
Of thy Salvation, Lord,

But ftill how weak our Faith is found,
And Knowledge of thy Word!

Oft we frequent thy holy Place,
Yet hear almost in vain ;

How finall a Portion of thy Grace
Do our falfe Hearts retain !

Our gracious Saviour and our God,
How little art thou known,
By all the Judgements of thy Rod,
And Bleffings of thy Throne?

How cold and feeble is our Love,
How negligent our Fear!
How low our Hope of Joys above,
How few Affections there!

Great God, thy fov'reign Aid impart,
To give thy Word Succefs;
Write thy Salvation on our Hearts,
And make us learn thy Grace.

Shew our forgetful Feet the Way
That leads to Joys on high;
Where Knowledge grows without Decay,
And Love fhall never die.

ZION

HYMN XCIII.

The Church, a Garden.
ION's a Garden wall'd around,
Chofen and made peculiar Ground,
A little Spot inclos'd by Grace,
Out of the World's wide Wilderness.

Like Spicy Trees, Believers ftand,
Planted by an Almighty Hand;
And all the Springs in Zion flow,
To make the rich Plantation grow.

Awake, O heav'nly Wind, and come,
Blow on this Garden of Perfume;

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Spirit divine, defcend, and breathe
A gracious Gale on Plants beneath.

Make thou our Spices flow abroad,
A grateful Incenfe to our God;
Let Faith, and Love, and Joy appear,
And every Grace be active here.

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HYMN XCIV.
Redemption found.

OLY Lamb, who thee receive,
Who in thee begin to live,
Day and Night they cry to thee,
As thou art, fo let us be.

Fix, O fix each wav'ring Mind,
To thy Cross our Spirits bind;
Earthly Paffions far remove,
Swallow up our Souls in Love.

Duft and Ashes tho' we be,
Full of Guilt and Misery;
Thine we are, thou Son of God,
Take the Purchase of thy Blood.

Boundless Wisdom, Pow'r divine,
Love unspeakable are thine;
Praife by all to thee be giv'n,

Sons of Earth and Hofts of Heav'n.

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Complaining of fpiritual Sloth.

UR drowly Pow'rs, why fleep ye fo:
Awake each fluggish Soul;

Nothing has half our Work to do,
Yet nothing's half fo dull,

The little Ants for one poor Grain,
Labour, and tug, and ftrive;
Yet we who have a Heav'n t' obtain,
How negligent we live.

We, for whom God the Son came down,
And labour'd for our Good,
How carelefs to fecure that Crown
He purchas'd with his Blood!

Lord, fhall we lie fo fluggish ftill,
And never act our Parts?

Come, holy Dove, from th' heav'nly Hill,
And fit, and warm our Hearts.

Then fhall our active Spirits move,
Upward our Souls fhall rife;

With Hands of Faith, and Wings of Love,
We'll fly and take the Prize.

HYMN

XCVI.

CHRIST's Righteoufnefs imputed to

Believers.

APPY he who e'er believes,
The Embaffy of Peace,
Who at Jefu's Hand receives
The Gift of Righteousness:
God is his Salvation's God,
The Lord is his Almighty Shield;
He with Grace fhall be endow'd,
And then with Glory fill'd.

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!
Jefus coming from above,

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.

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