My touch and taste shall do the same,
When they receive the Lord.
3 Baptismal water is design'd
To seal his cleansing grace;
While, at his feast of bread and wine,
He gives his saints a place.
4 But not the waters of a flood
Can make my flesh so clean,
As, by his Spirit and his blood,
He'll wash my soul from sin.

5 Not choicest meats, nor noblest wines,
So much my heart refresh,

As when my faith goes through the signs,
And feeds upon his flesh.

6 I love the Lord, who stoops so low,
To give his word a seal;
But the rich grace his hands bestow,
Exceeds the figures still.

HYMN 142. S. M. Peckham. [b*]
Faith in Christ our Sacrifice.

e 1 NOT all the blood of beasts,
On Jewish altars slain,

Could give the guilty conscience peace,
Or wash away the stain.

0 2

But Christ, the heavenly Lamb,
Takes all our sins away;

A sacrifice of nobler name,

And richer blood than they.

p 3 My faith would lay her hand
On that dear head of thine,-
While like a penitent I stand,
And there confess my sin.

-4 My soul looks back to see

The burdens thou didst bear,When hanging on the cursed tree,And hopes her guilt was there. Believing, we rejoice

u 5

To see the curse remove;

s We bless the Lamb with cheerful voice, And sing his bleeding love.

HYMN 143. C. M Armley. [b*]

1

WHAT

Fresh and Spirit.

HAT diff'rent powers of grace and sin
Attend our mortal state!

I hate the thoughts that work within,
And do the works I hate.

p 2 Now I complain, and groan, and die, While sin and Satan reign:

o Now raise my songs of triumph high, For grace prevails again.

--3 So darkness struggles with the light,
Till perfect day arise;

Water and fire maintain the fight,
Until the weaker dies.

4 Thus will the flesh and spirit strive,
And vex and break my peace;

o But I shall quit this mortal life,
And sin for ever cease.]

HYMN 144. L. M. Old Hundred. [*]
Effusions of the Spirit: Success of the Gospel.

1 G

REAT was the day, the joy was great, When the divine disciples met; Whilst on their heads the Spirit came, And sat like tongues of cloven flame. e 2 What gifts, what miracles he gave! And power to give, and power to save! Furnish'd their tongues with wondrous words, Instead of shields, and spears, and swords. 3 Thus arm'd, he sent the champions forth, o From east to west, from south to north; d 'Go-and assert your Saviour's cause; 'Go-spread the myst'ry of his cross. -4 These weapons of the holy war, Of what almighty force they areTo make our stubborn passions bow, And lay the proudest rebel low! 5 Nations, the learned and the rude, Are by those heavenly arms subdu'd: While Satan rages at his loss, And hates the doctrine of the cross. 6 Great King of grace, my heart subdue, I would be led in triumph tooA willing captive to my LordAnd sing the vict'ries of his word.

HYMN 145. C. M. Barby. [*]
Sight through a glass, and Face to Face.
LOVE the windows of thy grace,
Through which my Lord is seen;

And long to meet my Saviour's face,
Without a glass between.

e 2 Oh, that the happy hour were come;
To change my faith to sight!

-I should behold my Lord at home,
In a diviner light.

o 3 Haste, my Beloved, and remove
These interposing days;
-Then shall my passions all be love,
And all my powers be praise.]

HYMN 146. L. M. Babylon. Carthage. [b]
Vanity of Creatures: or, no Rest on Earth.
AN has a soul of vast desires;

1

MAN a swithin

He burns within with restless fires;
Toss'd to and fro, his passions fly
From vanity to vanity.

2 In vain on earth we hope to find
Some solid good to fill the mind :
We try new pleasures; but we feel
The inward thirst and torment still.
3 So when a raging fever burns,
We shift from side to side, by turns;
And 'tis a poor relief we gain,

To change the place, but keep the pain.
4 Great God, subdue this vicious thirst,
This love to vanity and dust;

Cure the vile fever of the mind.
And feed our souls with joys refin'd.
HYMN 147. C. M. Barby. [*]
The Creation of the World. Gen. 1.

1['NOW let a spacious world arise,'
Said the Creator Lord:

At once th' obedient earth and skies
Rose at his sovereign word.

2 (Dark was the deep: the waters lay
Confus'd, and drown'd the land;
He call'd the light; the new born day
Attends on his command.

3 He bids the clouds ascend on high;
The clouds ascend, and bear

A wat❜ry treasure to the sky,
And float on softer air.
4 The liquid element below
Was gather'd by his hand;

The rolling seas together flow,
And leave the solid land.

5 With herbs and plants of flow'ry birth,
The naked globe he crown'd;

Ere there was rain to bless the earth,
Or sun to warm the ground.

6 Then he adorn'd the upper skies:
Behold the sun appears:

The moon and stars in order rise,
To mark out months and years.
7 Out of the deep th' almighty King
Did vital beings frame;

The painted fowls of ev'ry wing,
And fish of ev'ry name.)

8 He gave the lion and the worm,
At once, their wondrous birth;
And grazing beasts, of various form,
Rose from the teeming earth.
9 Adam was fram'd of equal clay,
Though sovereign of the rest;
Design'd for nobler ends than they,
With God's own image bless'd.
10 Thus glorious in the Maker's eye,
The young creation stood;

He saw the building from on high,

His word pronounc'd it good.

11 Lord, while the frame of nature stands,
Thy praise shall fill my tongue;

But the new world of grace demands
A more exalted song.]

HYMN 148. C. M. Canterbury. St. Ann's. [b *]

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God reconciled in Christ.

EAREST of all the names above,
My Jesus and my God—

Who can resist thy heavenly love,
Or trifle with thy blood?

-2 'Tis by the merits of thy death,
The Father smiles again:
'Tis by thine interceding breath,
The Spirit dwells with men.

0 3 Till God in human flesh I
My thoughts no comfort find ·

a The holy, just, and sacred Three
Are terrours to my mind.

e 4 But if Emmanuel's face appear,
My hope, my joy begins;
His name forbids my slavish fear,
His grace removes my sins.
-5 While Jews on their own law rely,
And Greeks of wisdom boast;
I love th' Incarnate Mystery,
And there I fix my trust.

HYMN 149. C. M. Arundel. [*]
Honour to Magistrates.

"E1

TERNAL Sovereign of the sky,
And Lord of all below,

We mortals to thy Majesty

Our first obedience owe.

2 Our souls adore thy throne supreme,
And bless thy providence,
For magistrates of meaner name,
Our glory and defence.

3 (The crowns of all those princes shine,
With rays above the rest,
Where laws and liberties combine,
To make the nation blest.)

4 Kingdoms on firm foundations stand,
While virtue finds reward;
And sinners perish from the land,
By justice and the sword.

5 Let Cæsar's due be ever paid
To Cæsar and his throne;

But consciences and souls were made
To be the Lord's alone.]

1

HYMN 150. C. M. Plymouth. [b]

SIN

The Deceitfulness of Sin.

IN has a thousand treach'rous arts
To practise on the mind;

With flatt'ring looks she tempts our hearts,

But leaves a sting behind.

2 With names of virtue she deceives

The aged and the young;

And while the heedless wretch believes,
She makes his fetters strong.

3 She pleads for all the joys she brings,
And gives a fair pretence;