2 My life he rescues by his death;
He faves me from eternal wrath :
I am with mercies crown'd.
My mouth he satisfies with good;
My youth and vigour are renew'd
Like Eagles ftrong and found.

3 Jefus hath put my fins away,
Far as the weft from rifing day,
And fet my spirit free;

High as the heav'ns are fix'd above,
So great is my Redeemer's love ;
So great his love to me,

4

When heav'n, and earth, and time are gone, The love of God in Christ his Son,

To endless ages stands ;

To thofe that cordially embrace
The cov❜nant of his gofpel-grace,
And follow his commands.

5

Let all his works in ev'ry place, Set forth the great Jehovah's praise,

Who form'd them by his word: And thou, my foul, his name adore ;

And magnify for evermore,

Thy Saviour and thy Lord.

CXLIII

CXLIII. Resolving to ferve

Lord.

HY fervice, Lord, is my delight;

TH

I would be spent and spend for thee:
Thou art my wisdom and my might;
O glorify thy name in me.

2 The light which thou to me haft giv'n,
Shall, by thy grace, break forth and shine;
I'll point to men the road to heav'n,

And fhew the pow'r of love divine.

the

3 My life, my ftrength, my heart, my tongue, My foul, my flesh to thee I give :

All these to thee of right belong,

O let me to thy glory live!

CXLIV.

'H

A State of Nature and
Grace.

WOW gracious is the Lord my God!
What tender pity has he fhew'd

To fuch a wretch as I!

How fhall I fhew forth all his praife,
Or fpeak of that amazing grace
That mov'd my Lord to die?

2 Foolish, perverfe, and prone to ill, Rooted in vice, and bent for hell,

I walk'd in my own ways:
His terrors gave ine no concern,
And tho' his bowels still did yearn,
I fought against his grace.

3 But Jefus look'd and long'd to fave,
An heir of death, a willing flave
To ev'ry ill defire:

He saw me welt'ring in my blood;
He dy'd to bring me near to God;
He pluck'd me from hell fire.

4 He broke my chains, and fet me free ;
Lord I come forth, and follow thee,
Cloath'd in thy righteousness:
Bleft with the life, and pow'r of faith,
I triumph over fin and death,
By all-fufficient grace.

5 All bleffings to me freely flow,
Of heav'n above, or earth below;
O God of love, from thee!

He gives me all that I defire;
His time of love doth ne'er expire ;

But lafts eternally.

CXLV. Chrift our only Happi

'J

ness.

ESUS, my Saviour, and my God,
Array'd in majefty and blood;

Thou

Thou art my life: my foul, in thee,
Enjoys a full felicity.

2 All my immortal hopes are laid
On thee, my furety, and my head;
Thy crofs, thy cradle, and thy crown.
Are big with glories yet unknown.;

3

Let Atheists scoff, and Jews blafpheme
Eternal life in Jefus name;

A word of his Almighty breath,

Dooms the rebellious worms to death..

4 By let

my foul for ever lie

Beneath the bleffings of thine eye;

'Tis heav'n on earth, 'tis heav'n above,
To fee thy face, to tafte thy love.

CXLVI. Glorify him that hath called you, &c.

1

LESSED be thy name, my Lord, my God,

B For thy amazing grace to me!

What loving kindness haft thou fhow'd!
My eyes thy great falvation fee.

2 Bury'd in all the filth of fin,
Wrapt in the veil of nature's night,
I lay, till thou didst enter in,

And turn'd my darkness into light.

3 In the dark dungeon of my foul, Thou didst create a heavenly ray; M 2

Away

Away the clouds and fhadows roll,
And, now appears the gospel-day.

4 And shall not I thy light make known?
And tell thy grace and love abroad?
Tho' all around me fneer and frown,
I would proclaim my gracious God.

5 Shall I the lighted candle put
Beneath a bufhel or a bed?
Thy talents flight and under foot,
The graces of thy spirit tread ?

6 How would the prince of darkness boast,
If I thy precious gifts fhould hide!
While fouls for want of knowledge, loft,
Perish by heaps on ev'ry fide!

7 Affift me, God of love, to tell
The greatnefs of my Saviour's grace;
And while below the fkies I dwell,
Let all my pow'rs proclaim thy praise.

CXLVII.

M

A living and dead
Faith.

ISTAKEN fouls! that dream of heav'n, And make their empty boast Of inward joys, and fins forgiv'n, While they are flaves to luft!

2 Vain are our fancies, airy flights, If faith be cold and dead :

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