Thy fymbols of his body broke From him we have receiv'd. 2 Great King, rule o'er our conquer'd hearts, Whate'e in them mints to rebel, 3 Help me to hate fin, and it count 6 The love of Chrift my heart constrains And all that unto him pertain, Be they defpis'd or few. 7 Since for his flock, where'er they dwell, 9 Some lively fouls in heav'ns road And fhall we in thy ways but creep, 10 Kill fin in us, and quite fubdue HYMN LXIX. Addrefs to the HOLY SPIRIT. 1 COME, heav'nly Dove, and be my guide Quite thro' the wilderness: Chrift Chrift is my way, with holiness, In this me lead to blifs. 2 Do thou poffefs my yielding heart 3 Me perfect make in holiness, That I may be found meet In heav'n to live with Chrift and faints, 5 In me pull down all pow'r of fin, And purify my heart within, 6 Come dwell, and witnefs in my heart This would me feaft, and make me fing Quite drop and lay afide. 8 But Chrift, who dy'd, is now alive, And lives for us to plead : And hence we truft his Sp'rit will stay, HYMN LXX. A Penitent returning Backslider. I ONCE I my Saviour did enjoy, I liv'd and much convers'd with him, 2 While Chrift I lov'd, his love I knew; But, when my love wax'd dry, The clouds turn'd thick, and my heart hard, 3 Alas! I have God's Spirit griev'd, And caus'd him to withdraw: No 4 No wonder clouds thy face do hide, When thy good Spirit is withdrawn, Much like a lump of lifeless clay : 7 Backfliding fouls thou bid'ft return, 8 In mercy turn thy face to me, 9 My evidences, Lord, clear up; View the Sufferings of CHRIST crucified. 1 BEHOLD, the Lamb ftands dumb before And while they nail and pierce him thro,' 2 When from each pore his blood did spring, Great was the load of wrath divine, That bruis'd him for our fin. 3 On Calv'ry hill he naked hung, 4 View on the cross our fuff'ring Lord, With With pierced fide, and bleeding heart; All red with blood he stands. 5" Behold, faith he, my agonies "I fuffer'd for your guilt; 1 "What crimson ftreams run from my wounds! "For you this blood was fpilt. 6" Your fins me griev d, and stabb'd 86 my heart t; They pierc'd my hands and feet; "All this I filently endur'd, "For heav'n to make you meét." 7 Can I, unmov'd, Chrift's groanings hear, Like to an harden'd Jew? Can I, without a figh or tear, This mournful scene review ? 8 Forbid it, Lord! I'll bear a part When I thine anguish fee; I feel, when I behold thee pierc'd, 9 Lord, my heart breaks; now thee I fee, HYMN LXXII. CHRIST's Wounds and Blood the Support of burden'd Souls: 1 IN all my anxious doubts and fears His blood calls penitents to hope, 2 Chrift's arms outstretch'd are to embrace Returning prodigals; Thy blood doth gufh out, for to wash 3 To worst of men oft virtue flows From thy wide bleeding wounds; Thou mak'ft thy grace oft most abound Where wickedness abounds. 4 Lord, where fhall I my anchor caft, Christ crucify'd immoveable, 5 Tho' earth's foundation be remov❜d, In him my Father is well pleas'd, 6 Thy gofpel tells what thy blood works; 7 O bleeding Lamb, with pity view 8 When I'm diftreft, here will I reft O hear my groaus, and bear my loads, CHRIST'S Free Grace, Love, and Pity, to men. I OUR worthy flaughter'd Lamb thou art, Thou didst for mankind bleed. 2 Thy wounds thou mak'ft our hiding-place, 3 For vileft men, and blackeft hearts, 4 For well thou know'ft that of thy blood In thee faint hearts do find fupport, 5 The bruifed reed thou never breaks, Thou wilt not quench the fmoking flax, 6 Had'st thou left faints, fure they had stay'd Thy free grace them diftinguished, 7 To |