3 Then let my foul march boldly on,
Prefs forward to the heav'nly gate;
There peace and joy eternal reign,
And glitt'ring robes for conq'rors wait.

4 There fhall I wear a starry crown,
And triumph in Almighty grace;
While all the armies of the skies,
Join in my glorious leader's praise.

XLIX. Redemption by Chrift.

W

HEN the first parents of our race,

Rebell'd and loft their God,

And the infection of their fin,

Had tainted all our blood.

2 Infinite pity touch'd the heart
Of God's beloved fon;
Defcending from the heav'nly court,
He left his father's throne.

3 Afide the prince of glory threw,
His most divine array ;

And wrapp'd his Godhead in a veil,
Of our inferior clay.

4 His living pow'r, and dying love,
Redeem'd unhappy men;
And rais'd the ruins of our race,

To life and God again..

5

To thee, dear God, our fleth and foul,

We joyfully refign;

Bleft Jefus, take us for thy own,

For we are doubly thine.

6 Thy honour fhall for ever be,
The bus'ness of our days;

For ever shall our thankful tongues,
Speak thy deserved praise.

L. Freedom from Sin and misery in Heaven.

UR fins, alas! how ftrong they be!
And like a vi'lent fea;

They break our duty Lord, Lord, to thee,
And hurry us away.

2 The waves of trouble, how they rife!
How loud the tempests roar ;

But death fhall land our weary fouls,
Safe on the heav'nly shore.

3 There to fulfil his fweet commands,
Our speedy feet fhall move;

No fin fhall clog our winged zeal,
Or cool our flaming love.

4

There fhall we fit, and fing, and tell,

The wonders of his grace ;

Till heav'nly raptures fire our hearts,
And fmile in ev'ry face.

5

For ever dear, his facred name, Shall dwell upon our tongue, And Jefus, and falvation be

The clofe of ev'ry long.

LI.

The Divine Glories above our Reason.

OW wond'rous great, how glorious bright,
Muft our Creator be,

Who dwells amidft the dazling light,

Of vaft infinity!

2 Our foaring fpirits upwards rife,
Tow'rd the celeftial throne ;
Fain would we fee the bleffed Three;
And the Almighty One.

3 Our reason ftretches all it's wings,
And climbs above the skies;

But still how far beneath thy feet,
Our grov'ling reafon lies.

4

Lord here we bend our humble fouls,

And awfully adore :

For the weak pinions of our minds,

Can ftretch a thought no more.

5 Thy glories infinitely rife,

Above our lab'ring tongue; In vain the highest seraph tries

To form an equal fong.

In humble notes our faith adores,
The great mysterious king;

While angels strain their nobler pow'rs,
And fweep th' immortal string.].

LII. The Paffion and Exaltation of Chrift.

C

OME all harmonious tongues,
Your nobleft mufic bring;

"Tis Chrift the everlasting God,
And Chrift the man we fing.

2 Tell how he took our flesh,
To take away our guilt;

Sing the dear drops of facred blood,
That hellish monsters fpilt.

[3 Alas! the cruel spear,
Went deep into his fide;
And the rich drops of purple gore,
Their wond'rous weapons dy'd.]

[4 The waves of swelling grief,
Did o'er his bofom roll;
And mountains of Almighty wrath,
Lay heavy on his foul.]

5 Down to the shades of death,
He bow'd his awful head;

Yet he arose to live again,

When death itself is dead.

6 No more the bloody fpear,
The crofs and nails no more;
For hell itfelf fhakes at his name,
And all the heav'ns adore..

High on his Father's throne;

The Father lays his vengeance by,
And fmiles upon his Son.

& There his full glories fhine,

With uncreated rays ;.,

And bless his faints' and angels' eyes,.
To everlasting days..

I

LIII. Sufficiency of Pardon..

S

INNERS, behold the Saviour's love,.
And lay aside dispair ;

Behold the pangs he bore for you,
All, all your help is there.

2 What tho' your num'rous fins exceed,.
The ftars that fill the fkies?

And aiming at th' eternal throne,
Like pointed mountains rife ?

3

What tho' your mighty guilt beyond
The wide creation fwell -

And