To thy free love I flee, O Lamb, For fcarlet finners flain, To free me of my loads of guilt, 8 Thou fay'ft, believe, and on me rest, 9 Thy promife fweet I would believe; On thy blood only I rely, As doth thy gospel call: The great atonement I receive, Which faves believers all. HYMN LXXIV. The ANGELS SONG. 1 HOW fweetly did the angels fing At Chrift's nativity! their hymn, Let Adam's race take up 2 All glory be to God on high, And peace be on the earth: Henceforth good-will from heav'n to men, 3 We more than angels ought to praise : With ranfom'd men they have no fhare 4 Hofanna to king David's Son, Our dear God-man, our glorious Prieft, 5 Let men and angels praife the Lamb, Ev'n Jefus Christ our Lord; Let men his ftripes and wounds for them Hallelujah, &c. 4 D 2 6 Because he dy'd, God hath him rais'd 7 Chrift's rifing doth us juftify; Doth find us room with faints to fing, 8 We fee thee now at God's right hand ; Address to the FATHER. 1 O HEAVENLY Father, we thee bless, Who gave the Lamb to men: The Lamb we bless, who did submit 2 Thou pity'd worms, and them did spare, Yet fpared not thy Son, But him did wouud and bruise to death, 3 Father of mercies, thro' Chrift's death, And fend'ft thy Spirit to their fouls. 4 Forgive them, Father, Chrift once cry'd, 5 O Father, thou dost men pursue 9 With many motives thou haft try'd Thy Sp'rit with patience ftrives to fave grace 7 Of thy forbearance and free A monument I am; And ftill thou call'ft me to embrace Thy facrificed Lamb. 8 Great love! that I who spurn'd thy grace! 9 O let not men abuse thy grace, To fin because thou'rt good: Fill all our hearts with grief and shame N. B. The seven following hymns are composed mainly for A Song for YOUNG ONES I AWAKE, ye little ones, and fing 2 Our glorious Redeemer is Moft worthy to receive Our thanks and praise continually, 3 May his great love fink in our hearts, Since for us children, finners vile, 4 How hot and flaming was his love, His naked breaft, to take the stroke 5 May our hearts burn with love to him Since out of burning love to us, Chrift on the crofs did die. 6 We bless the Lord, who hath to babes This glorious truth reveal'd, 7 From many is this treasure hid; But thou haft led our eyes Unto the pleasant gospel field, Where this bleft treasure lies. 8 By faith and meditation Here will we walk and dig, HYMN LXXVII. A Song for Children. 1 A LITTLE child, O Lord, I am; I come to thee, who canft them both 2 A willing child that comes to thee, 4 5 "Yield to my government, "And imitate my holy life; "And this you'll ne'er repent. 6" I'm meek and lowly, learn from me "A meek and lowly mind; 7 "And thus your weary reftlefs fouls. "Shall reft and quiet find. "My yoke to you shall eafy prove, "My burden alfo light: "For wifdom's ways are pleasantness, "And all her paths are right." 8 Lord, I believe thy faithful words, Thy offers I embrace; Thine offices I do accept, And thank thee for thy grace, HYMN HYMN LXXVIII. A Song for Young Perfons. I WE mourn that converts are so few: 2 O Spirit of conviction, strive With thofe of tender yeara, And caufe thy darts pierce all our hearts, 3 Difcover fin in its black hue, 5 Lord, make thy light unto me shine, That I am loft, without the blood In it fet up thy throne and reign; 8 Who elfe deferves our love but he, HYMN LXXIX. A Song for Children. I I READ my Saviour did come down A little child to be, And on the cross did fhed his blood For children fuch as me; |