LXII:

Distinguishing Love

Or, Angels punished and Man

faved.

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OWN headlong from their native skies,
The rebel-angels fell;

And thunderbolts of flaming wrath,,
Purfu'd them deep to helk

2 Down from the top of earthly bliss,
Rebellious man was hurl'd;

And Jefus ftoop'd beneath the grave,
To fave a finking world..

3. Oh, love of infinite degrees!
Unmeasurable grace!

Muft heav'ns eternal darling die,
To fave a trait rous race?

4 Muft angels fink for ever down,
And burn in quenchless fire;
While God forfakes his fhining throne,
To raise us wretches higher?

57 Oh, for this love, let earth and skies,
With Hallelujah's ring ;

And the full choir of human tongues,
Eternal anthems fing.

LXIII. The

LXIII. The fame.

ROM heav'n the finning angels fell,

And wrath and darknefs chain'd them down;

But man-vile man forfook his bliss,

And mercy lifts him to a crown!

2 Amazing work of fov'reign grace,
That could diftinguish rebels fo!
Our guilty treasons call'd aloud,
For everlasting fetters too.

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To thee, to thee, Almighty Love,

Our fouls, ourselves, our all we pay ;:

Millions of tongues fhall found thy praise,
On the bright hills of heav'nly day.

LXIV. The World's three chief

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Temptations.

HEN in the light of faith divine,
We look on things below;
Honour, and gold, and fenfual joy,
How vain and dang'rous too!

2. Honour's a puff of noisy breath,
Yet men expofe their blood,
And venture everlasting death,
To gain that airy good.

3 While others starve their nobler mind,、
And feed on fhining duft;

They

They rob the ferpent of his food,
T' indulge a fordid luft.

4 The pleasures that allure our fenfe,
Are dang❜rous fnares to fouls!
There's but a drop of flatt' ring fweet,
And dafh'd with bitter bowls.

God is my all-fufficient good,
My portion and my choice;
In him my vaft defires are fill'd,
And all my pow'rs rejoice.

6 In vain the world accosts my ear,
And tempts my heart anew;

I cannot buy your bliss so dear,
Or part with heav'n for you.

LXV.

Chrift's Commiflion. John. iii. 16, 17.

NOME, happy fouls, approach your God,

"C° With new melodious fongs ;

Come, render to Almighty grace,
The tributes of your tongues.

2 So ftrange, fo boundless was the love,

That pity'd dying men ;

The Father fent his only Son,

To give them life again.

3 Thy hands, dear Jefus, were not arm'd, With a revenging rod;

No

No hard commiffion to perform,
The vengeance of a God.

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But all was mercy, all was mild,

And wrath forfook the throne,

When Chrift on the kind errand came,
To bring falvation down.

5 Here, finners, you may heal your wounds, And wipe your forrows dry;

Truft in the mighty Saviour's name,

And you

fhall never die.

'R AISE your triumphant fongs,

To an immortal tune;

Let the wide earth refound the deeds.
Celestial grace has done.

2 Sing how eternal love,

It's best beloved chose,

And bid him raise our wretched race,

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From their abyfs of woes.

His hand no thunder bears,

Nor terror cloaths his brow;

No bolts to drive our guilty fouls,
To fiercer flames below.

4 'Twas mercy fill'd the throne,
And wrath stood filent by;

When Chrift was fent with pardons down,
For rebels doom'd to die.

5 Now, finners, dry your tears,
Let hopeless forrows cease;
Bow to the fceptre of his love,
And take the offer'd peace.

6 Lord, we obey thy call:
We lay an humble claim,
To the falvation thou haft brought,
And love and praise thy name.

LXVII. Access to the Throne of Grece by a Mediator.

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OME, let us lift our joyful eyes,
Up to the courts above;

And fmile to see our father there,
Upon a throne of love.

2 Once 'twas a feat of dreadful wrath,
And fhot devouring flame;
Our God appear'd consuming fire,
And vengeance was his name.

3 Rich were the drops of Jefu's blood,
That calm'd his frowning face;
That sprinkled o'er his burning throne,
And turn'd the wrath to grace.

4 Now we bow before his feet,
And venture near the Lord;
No fiery cherub guard his feet,
Or double flaming fword.
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