'Tis he that heals thy sicknesses,

And makes thee young again. 4 He crowns thy life with love,

When ransom'd from the grave; He who redeem'd my soul from hell

Hath Sov'reign Power to save. 5 He fills the poor with good;

He gives the suff'rers rest;
The Lord hath judgments for the proud,

And justice for th' oppress’d.
6 His wond'rous works and ways

He made by Moses known:
But sent the world his truth and grace
By his beloved Son.

WATTS.
HYMN 278. C. M.
The Resurrection of the Martyrs. Rev. vii. 13, &c.
“THESE glorious minds, how bright they shine;

Whence all their white
How came they to the happy seats

Of everlasting day !"
2 From tort'ring pains to endless joys

On fiery wheels they rode,
And strangely wash'd their raiment white

In Jesus' dying blood.
3 Now they approach a spotless God,

And bow before his throne ::
Their warbling harps and sacred songs

Adore the Holy One.
4 The unveil'd glories of his face

Among his saints reside,
While the rich treasure of his grace

Sees all their wants supply'd.
5 Tormenting thirst shall leave their souls,

And hunger flee as fast;
The fruit of life's immortal tree

Shall be their sweet repast.

“TH

array ?

6 The Lamb shall lead his heavenly flock

Where living fountains rise,
And love divine shall wipe away
The sorrows of their eyes.

Watts.
HYMN 279. S. M.
The Blessedness of Gospel Times. Isa. v. 2, 7, &c.

TOW beauteous are their feet

HWho stand on Zion's hill

,

Who bring salvation on their tongues,

And words of peace reveal !
2 How charming is their voice,

How sweet the tidings are !
“Zion, behold thy Saviour King!

He reigns and triumphs here." 3 How happy are our ears,

That hear this joyful sound,
Which kings and prophets waited for,

And sought but never found !
How blessed' are our eyes,

That see this heavenly light;
Prophets and kings desir'd it long,

But dy'd without the sight.
5 The watchmen join their voice,

And tuneful notes employ ;
Jerusalem breaks forth in songs,

And deserts learn the joy.
6 The Lord makes bare his arm

Through all the earth abroad ;
Let ev'ry nation now behold
Their Saviour and their God.

WATTS.
HYMN 280. C. M.
The aged Saint's Reflection and Hope. Ps. Ixxi. 5-9

Y
I live

upon thy truth;
Thine hands have held

my
childhood

up,
And strengthen'd all my youth.

My God, mine everlasting hope,

2 New wonders, Lord, mine eyes have seen

With each revolving year ;
Thou know'st the days that yet remain,

Í trust them to thy care.
3 Wilt thou forsake my hoary hairs,

And leave my fainting heart?
Who shall sustain my sinking years,

If God my strength depart?
4 Down to the silent vale of death

Will be my next remove ;
0, may these poor remains of breath

Declare thy wond'rous love!
5 Let me thy power and truth proclaim

To the surviving age;
And leave a savour of thy name

When I shall quit the stage.
6 By long experience I have known

Thy sov'reign pow'r to save;
At thy command I venture down

Securely to the grave.
7 When I am bury'd in the dust,

My flesh shall be thy care;
These with’ring limbs with thee I trust,
To raise them strong and fair.

WATTS
HYMN 281. L. M.
Characters of Christ, borrowed from inanimate things in Scripture.

G worship at Immanuel's feet,

See in his face what wonders meet!
Earth is too narrow to express

His worth, his glory, or his grace. 2 The whole creation can afford

But some faint shadows of my Lord;
Nature, to make his beauties known,

Must mingle colours not her own. 3 Is he compar'd to Wine or Bread;

Dear Lord, our souls would thus be fed :

That flesh, that dying blood of thine,

Is bread of life, is heavenly wine. 4 Is he a Tree? the world receives

Salvation from his healing leaves;
That righteous Branch, that fruitful Bough,

Is David's root and offspring too. 5 Is he a Rose ? not Sharon yields

Such fragrancy in all her fields :
Or if the Lily he assume,

The vallies bless the rich perfume. 6 Is he a Vine? his heavenly Root

Supplies the boughs with life and fruit:
An everlasting union join

Each soul to Christ, the living Vine! 7 Is he the Head ? Each member lives

Upon the vital power he gives !
The saints below, and saints above,

Join’d by his spirit and his love.
8 Is he a Star? He breaks the night,

Piercing the shades with dawning light;
I know his glories from afar,

I know the bright, the Morning-Star. 9 Is he a Fire? He'll purge my dross ;

But the true gold sustains no loss :
Like a refiner shall he sit,

And tread the refuse with his feet.
10 Is he a Rock? How firm he proves !

The Rock of Ages never moves ;
Yet, the sweet streams that from him flow,

Attend us all the desert through. 11 Is he a Way? He leads to God,

The path is drawn in lines of blood !
There would I walk with hope and zeal,

Till I arrive at Zion's hill. 12 Is he a Door? I'll enter in ;

Behold the pastures, large and green !
A paradise divinely fair,
And all the sheep have freedom there.

13 Is he a Sun? His beams are grace,

His course is joy and righteousness :
Nations rejoice when he appears

To chase their clouds and dry their tears. 14 Is he a Temple ? I adore

Th' indwelling Majesty and power;
And still to his most holy place
Whene'er I pray, I'll turn my face. WATTS

HYMN 282. C. M.
Christ the Great High Priest of our Profession.
THOU dear Redeemer, dying Lamb!

No music like thy charming name,

Can half so pleasing be! 2 O may we ever hear thy voice

In

mercy to us speak !
And in our Priest will we rejoice,

Thou great Melchisedec.
3 Our Jesus shall be still our theme

While in this world we stay;
We'll sing our Jesus' lovely name,

When all things else decay:
4 When we appear in yonder cloud,

With all his favour'd throng,
Then will we sing more sweet and loud,
And Christ shall be our song.

HYMN 283. C. M.

God's tender Care of his Church,
OW shall my inward joys arise,

· And burst into a song ;
Almighty love inspires my heart,

And pleasures tune my tongue. 2 God on his thirsty Zion's bill

Some mercy-drops has thrown,
And solemn oaths have bound his love

To shower salvation down.