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 Hymn I. 
 ^ Mercy-Seat. 
 
 EAR to thy mercy-feat, O God, 
 With confcious guilt I come : 
 No facrifice but Jems' blood 
 Can for fuch guilt atone. 
 
 2 Nor am I fafe with fuch a plea, 
 
 Though Jefus bled and dy'd ; 
 My broken heart mull healed be, 
 My confcience purify'd. 
 
 3 Then may I venture near thy throne, 
 
 When mercy points the way ; 
 Then, offer incenfe not my own, 
 And humbly dare to pray. 
 
 4 How did my foul, in feafons paft, 
 
 Enjoy thy gracious fmiles ! 
 So fweet thy word, fo lov'd thy courts, 
 So hateful Satan's wiles. 
 
 5 But darknefs, doubts, and ceafelefs grit? 
 
 Poflefs my weary heart : 
 When wilt thou come to my relief, 
 And bid my foes depart I 
 
6 I cannot bear to wander thus, 
 
 And dill thine abfence mourn ; 
 Afiift thy humble penitent 
 To make a quick return. 
 
 7 Into thy bleiTed arms I fly ; 
 
 Dear Jefus, bid me come ; 
 My fpirit feeks no other reft, 
 My foul no other home. 
 
 Hymn II. 
 
 The Church's Requeft. 
 
 X HE little flock, on Zion's hill, 
 
 In happy union bleft, 
 Implore their great Redeemer, {till 
 To grant them one requeft. 
 
 2 Diftmguifh'd mercy found a place, 
 
 And led the flock to reft : 
 Head of thy church, we feek thy face. 
 To grant us one requeft. 
 
 3 Thy fovereign favours, freely giv'n, 
 
 Our hearts have deep imprelt ; 
 Still hear our pray'r, indulgent Heav'n, 
 And grant us one requeft. 
 
 4. While fome are gather'd to the fold, 
 By mercy's high beheft, 
 Do thou our infant ftate behold, 
 And grant us one requeft. 
 
 5 With thoughtlefs fouls, and anxious mind 
 Thy courts are daily preft ; 
 
That each a portion here may find, 
 O grant us this requeji. 
 
 6 A faithful paftor> Lord, prepare ; 
 
 'Twas Jefus' great bequeft ; 
 For this we raife our ceafelefs pray'r : 
 O grant this cne requeji. 
 
 7 Then fhall our grateful hearts adore 
 
 Thine interpoiing love ; 
 This gift beftow'd, we'll grieve no more, 
 But wait the joys above. 
 
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 Hymnr HI. 
 
 Return of *Jo\\ 
 
 HEN darknefs long has veil'd my mind, 
 And fmiling day once more appears ; 
 Then, my Redeemer, then I find 
 The folly of my doubts and fears. 
 
 2 I chide my unbelieving heart, 
 And blufh that I fhould ever be 
 Thus prone to act fo bafe a part, 
 
 Or harbour one hard thought of thee. 
 
 3 O ! let me then at length be taught 
 (What I am flill fo flow to learn ;) 
 That God is love, and changes not, 
 Nor knows the fhadcw of a turn. 
 
 4 Sweet truth, and eafy to repeat ; 
 But when my faith is ftiarply tried, 
 I find myfelf a learner yet, 
 Unflrilful, weak, and ant to flide. 
 
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But, O my Lord, one look from thee, 
 Subdues the difobedient will ; 
 Drives doubt and difcontent away, 
 And thy rebellious worm is dill. 
 
 Thou art as ready to forgive 
 
 As I am ready to repine ; 
 
 Thou, therefore, all the praife receive j 
 
 Be ihame, and felf-abhorrence, mine. 
 
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 Hymn IV. 
 Loveji thou me I 
 
 IS a point I long to know, 
 Oft it caufes anxious thought, 
 Do I love the Lord, or no ; 
 Am I his, or am I not ? 
 
 2 If I love, why am I thus ? 
 Why this dull and lifelefs frame i 
 Hardly, fure, can they be worfe, 
 Who have never heard his name. 
 
 3 [Could my heart fo hard remain, 
 Prayer a talk and burden prove, 
 Every trifle give me pain, 
 
 If I knew a Saviour's love ? 
 
 4 When T tnrn my eyes within, 
 All is dark, and vain, and wild, 
 Fill'd with unbelief and fin, 
 Can I deem myfelf a child ?] 
 
 t If I pray, or hear, or read, 
 Sin is mix'd with all I do j 
 
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 You that love the Lord indeed s 
 Tell me, is it thus with you ? 
 
 <$ Yet I mourn my ftubbom will, 
 Find my fin a grief and thrall ; 
 Should I grieve for what I feel, 
 If I did not love at all ? 
 
 7 [Could I joy his faints to meet, 
 Choofe the ways I once abhorr'd ; 
 Find at times the promife fweet 
 If I did not love the Lord ?~) 
 
 8 Lord, decide the doubtful cafe ! 
 Thou who art thy people's fun ; 
 Shine upon thy work of grace, 
 If it be indeed begun. 
 
 <q Let me love thee more and more^ 
 If I love at all, I pray ; 
 If I have not lov'd before, 
 Help me to begin to-day. 
 
 Hymn V. 
 
 Penitential Prayer, 
 
 ITH confcious guilt and bleeding hearty 
 Near to thy throne of grace I fly ; 
 
 ! Friend of friend lefs finners, deign 
 To hear my penitential cry. 
 
 Borne down with fin's tremendous load, 
 
 1 cannot raife my foul to thee ; 
 
 E'en when I would approach thy throne 9 
 Through unbelief I'm kept away. 
 
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 O ! fov'reign, gracious, pow'rful God, 
 Compel my fins to quit their feat : 
 And, cloth'd with Jems' finifh'd robe, 
 I'll dare-approach my Saviour's feet. 
 
 My firft, my only cry mail be, 
 " Thy fanctifying grace impart, 
 " And form my foul alike to thee, 
 " And dwell forever in my heart." 
 
 Then, when I quit this vale of tears, 
 Uncloth'd with flefh, my foul fhall rife ; 
 Adorn'd with ev'ry mining grace, 
 Shall reign with God above the flues. 
 
 Hymn VI. 
 
 Private Devotion. 
 
 JL ELL me, ye happy, happy few, 
 What is the theme that fuits you belt ? 
 Do you advert to native worth, 
 Or build your hopes on duties paft ? 
 
 2 If you are blind, and poor, and loft, 
 Speak ye of light, and joy, and peace ? 
 " O yes (methinks you all reply) 
 
 " Sinners alone will bow to grace." 
 
 3 Chrift is the theme, the only then:, 
 Of all the ranfom'J heirs of God ; 
 His life alone the law fulfill'd, 
 
 And faints were purchas'd with his blood. 
 
 4 How fweet the moments glide away 
 When Jefus deigns to be a gueft ; 
 
When humble fouls their joys reveal, 
 And lean, enraptur'd, on his breaft. 
 
 Like drops of water, pure and free, 
 We mingle all our joys and fears ; 
 The gloom of confcious guilt recedes, 
 And hope looks fmiling through our tears. 
 
 Hymn VII. 
 
 Penitential Sighs. 
 
 FATHER, at thy call I come \ 
 In thy bofom there is room 
 For a guilty foul to hide, 
 Prefs'd with grief on ey'ry fide. 
 
 2 Here I'll make my piteous moan \ 
 Thou canft underftand a groan : 
 Here my fins and forrows tell ; 
 What I feel thou knoweft well. 
 
 3 Ah ! how fooliih I have been, 
 To obey the voice of fin, 
 
 To forget thy love to me, 
 And to break my vows to thee. 
 
 4 Darknefs fills my trembling foul. 
 Floods of forrow o'er me roll : 
 Pity, Father, pity me ; 
 
 All my hope's alone in thee. 
 
 5 But may fuch a wretch as I, 
 
 Self condemn'd, and doom'd to die. 
 
 Ever hope to be forgiv'n, 
 
 And be fmil'd upon by Heav'n ! 
 
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 6 May I round thee cling and twine, 
 Call myfelf a child of thine, 
 And prefume to claim a part 
 
 In a tender Father's heart ? 
 
 7 Yes, I may, for I efpy 
 
 Pity trickling from thine eye : 
 'Tis a Father's bowels move, 
 Move with pardon, and with love. 
 
 S Well I do remember too 
 What his love hath deign'd to do ; 
 How he fent a Saviour down, 
 All my follies to atone. 
 
 9 Has my Elder Brother died ? 
 And is juftice fatisfied ? 
 Why, O why mould I defpair 
 Of my Father's tender care. 
 
 Hymn VIII. 
 
 Humble Trti/i. 
 
 JLrfORD, didft thou die, but not for me ? 
 Am I forbid to truft thy blood ? 
 Is not thy pardon rich and free, 
 Seal'd in the kind atoning flood ? 
 
 Who then fhall drive my trembling foul 
 From thee to regions of defpair ? 
 Who has furvey'd the facred roll, 
 And found my name not written there ? 
 Prefumptuous thought ! to fix the bound, 
 To limit mercy's fovereign reign ; 
 
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 What other happy fouls have found, 
 I'll feek, nor fhall I feek in vain. 
 I own my guilt, my fins confefs ; 
 Can men or devils make them more ? 
 Of crimes, already numberlefs, 
 Vain the attempt to fwell the fcore. 
 Were the black lift before my fight, 
 While I remember thou haft dy'd, 
 'Twould only urge my fpeedier flight, 
 To feek falvation at thy fide. 
 
 Low at thy feet I'll caft me down, 
 To thee reveal my guilt and fear ; 
 And, if thou fpurn me from thy throne, 
 I'll be the firft who perifh. there. 
 
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 Hymn IX. 
 
 Inwctird Religion, 
 
 ELIGION is the chief concern 
 Of mortals here below ; 
 May I its great importance learn, 
 Its fovereign virtue know. 
 
 More needful this, than glittering wealth, 
 
 Or aught the world beftows ; 
 Not reputation, food, or health 
 ' Can give us fuch repofe. 
 
 Religion fhould our thoughts engage, 
 Amidft our youthful bloom, 
 
 'Twill fit us for declining age, 
 And for the awful tomb, 
 
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 4 O may my heart, by grace renew'dj 
 
 Be my Redeemer's throne ; 
 And be my ftubborn will fubdu'd> 
 His government to own : 
 
 5 Let deep repentance, faith and lore; 
 
 Be join'd with godly fear ; 
 And all my converfation prove 
 My heart to be fincere. 
 
 6 Preferve me from the fnares of fin, 
 
 Through my remaining days ; 
 And in me let each virtue fhine 
 To my Redeemer's praife. 
 
 7 Let lively hope my foul infpire ; 
 
 Let warm affections rife ; 
 And may I wait with ftrong defire, 
 To mount above the /kies. 
 
 Hymn X- 
 Hopefet before its. 
 
 ND be it fo, that till this hour 
 We never knew what faith has meant ; 
 And, flaves to fin and Satan's power, 
 Have never felt thefe hearts relent. 
 
 What fhall we do ? fhall we lie down, 
 Sink in defpair, and groan and die ; 
 And, funk beneath th' Almighty's frown. 
 Not glance one cheerful hope on high ? 
 Forbid it, Saviour ! to thy grace 
 As fmners, Grangers, we vill come ; 
 
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 Among thy faints we afk a place,- 
 For in thy mercy there is room. 
 
 Lord, we believe ; O chafe away 
 The gloomy clouds of unbelief ; 
 Lord, we repent ; O let thy ray 
 DifTolve our hearts in facred grief I 
 
 Now fpread the banner of thy love, 
 And let us know that we aire thine ; 
 Cheer us with bleffings from abOve^ 
 With all the joys of hope divine. 
 
 Hymn XL 
 
 A Throne of Grace. 
 
 HILE journeying through this humble 
 Expos'd to ev'ry adverfe gale ; [vale, 
 
 If to the throne I could repair, 
 I fhould be happy, happy there. 
 
 2 When doubts and fears my mind perplex, 
 Or worldly things go wrong, and vex, 
 
 If to the throne my foul draws near, 
 Propitious hope removes each fear. 
 
 3 Lord, this it is which focthes my grief, 
 And to my foul yields fiich relief: 
 
 1 cry, enrapturd, bid me come, 
 And near thee find my lafting home. 
 
 4 How prone to feek my good below ! 
 How much like a deceitful bow 
 
 Is my falfe heart ; though piedg'd to thee. 
 When firft I gave that heart away. 
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 O never, never can I find 
 Such joy and tranfport to the mind, 
 As when my ardent foul defcry'd 
 The glories of ths Man who dy'd. 
 
 The robe my legal foul had wrought 
 With pray'rs and tears, appeared as nought : 
 One view, O Saviour, of thy love, 
 Forever fix'd my hopes above. 
 
 There let them firm forever reft, 
 With ftill increafmg radiance bleft ; 
 Till death diflblves this mortal band, 
 And I arrive in Canaan's land. 
 
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 Hymn XII. 
 
 Praife for Redemption. 
 
 iOME, ye redeem'd by Jefus' blood, 
 Your grateful fongs employ ; 
 He brought your wand 'ring fouls to God, 
 And turn'd your grief to joy. 
 
 2 Think, ranfom'd (inner, what a price 
 
 Was paid to fet you free ! 
 Th* Eternal Son was nail'd and dy'd 
 Upon the bloody tree. 
 
 3 Our yielding hearts cannot be cold, 
 
 While viewing fuch a fcene ! 
 E'en nature trembled to behold 
 The fuff 'rings of her King ! 
 
 4 The many rocks in funder clave, 
 
 WJien Jeius clcs'd his eyes ; 
 
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 The fleeping faints Ieap'd from their graves^ 
 And darknefs fpread the ikies. 
 
 5 Myfterious grace ! all-conquering love ! 
 
 Too deep for angels' ken : 
 That he whom feraphs praife above 3 
 Should die for guilty men. 
 
 6 Then join, ye ranfom'd, in the fong ? 
 
 And, while ye taile his love, 
 JLet every faint the theme prolong, 
 Till call'd to praife above. 
 
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 Hymn XIII. 
 
 Complaining. 
 
 WOULD, but cannot ihig 3 
 I would, but cannot pray ; 
 For Satan meets me when I try, 
 And frights my foul away. 
 
 I would, but can't repent, 
 Though I endeavour oft ; 
 
 This ftony heart can ne'er relent 
 Till Jefus make it foft. 
 1 would, but cannot love, 
 Tho' woo'd by love divine ; 
 
 No arguments have pow'r to move 
 A foul fo bafe as mine. 
 
 I would, but cannot reft 
 In Goo's mod holy will ; 
 I know what he appoints is beft, 
 Yet murmur at it flill. 
 
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 5 O could I but believe ! 
 Then all would eafy be ; 
 
 I would, but cannot — Lord, relieve ; 
 My help mult come from thee ! 
 
 6 But if indeed I would, 
 Though I can nothing do ; 
 
 Yet the defire is fomething good. 
 For which my praife is due. 
 
 7 By nature prone to ill, 
 Till thine appointed hour, 
 
 I was as deftitute of will, 
 As now I am of power. 
 
 8 Wilt thou not crown at length 
 The work thou haft begun . ? 
 
 And with a will, afford me ftrength 
 In all thy ways to run ? 
 
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 Hymn XIV, 
 The Convert^ 
 
 .OW fweet is the language of love, 
 Which dwells on the penitent's tongue I 
 The theme of their heavenly joys, 
 The notes of Immanuers fong ! 
 
 'Twas thus with the converts of old, 
 Though prifons and chains were their lot 
 At midnight, when Jefus appear'd, 
 They fang, and their bands were forgot. 
 
 Immanuel's glory the theme, 
 
 Our hearts are inflam'd with defire ; 
 
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 Or while of his fuff'rings we tell, 
 We wonder, repent, and admire. 
 
 O bleffed Redeemer, we come 
 With panting, and longing to be 
 Aflured of pardon and peace, 
 And wholly conformed to thee. 
 
 Hymn XV. 
 
 RetrofpeStion. 
 
 ijWEET was the time when firft I fefc 
 The Saviour's pard'ning blood 
 
 Apply'd, to cleanfe my foul from guilt, 
 And bring me home to God. 
 
 2 Soon as the morn the light re veal 'd, 
 
 His prnifes tun'd my tongue ; 
 And when the evening fhadt* prevail'd, 
 His love was all my fong. 
 
 3 In vain the tempter fpread his wiles, 
 
 The world no more could charm ; 
 I liv\i upon my Saviour's fmiles, 
 And lean'd upon his arm. 
 
 4 In prayer my foul drew near the Lord, 
 
 And law his glory iliine ; 
 And when 1 read his holy word, 
 I call'd each promife mine. 
 
 5 Then to his faints I often fpoke, 
 
 Of what his love had done ; 
 But now my heart is almoft broke, 
 For all my joys are gone. 
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 6 Now when the evening (hade prevails, 
 
 My foul in darknefs mourns ; 
 And when the morn the light reveals, 
 No light to me returns. 
 
 7 My pray'rs are now a chattering noife, 
 
 For Jefus hides his face ; 
 I read — the promife meets my eyes, 
 But will not reach my cafe. 
 
 8 Now Satan threatens to prevail, 
 
 And make my foul his prey ; 
 Yet, Lord, thy mercies cannot fail, 
 O come without delay. 
 
 Hymn XVI. 
 
 Prayer anfwered by Croffes. 
 
 I ASK'D l V Lord that I mi-iht crow 
 In faith, ?.nd love, and every grace ; 
 Might more of his falvation know, 
 And feek more earneftly his face. 
 
 2 'Twas he who taught me thus to pray, 
 And he, I truft, has anfwer'd prayer ; 
 But it has been in fuch a way 
 
 As almoil: drove me to defpair. 
 
 3 I hop'd that in feme favour'd hour 
 At once he'd anfwer my request ; 
 And, by his love's conftraining power, 
 Subdue my fins, and give me reft. 
 
 ^ Inftead of this, he made me feel 
 The hidden evils of my heart, 
 
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 And let the angry powers of hell 
 A/Fault my foul in every part. 
 Yea, more, with his own hancMie feem'd 
 Intent to aggravate my woe ; 
 Crofs'd all the fair defigns I fchem'd, 
 Blalled my gourds, and laid me low. 
 " Lord, why is this ?" I trembling cry'd, 
 " Wilt thou purfue thy worm to death I" 
 ic 'Tis in this way," the Lord reply'd, 
 " I anfwer prayer for grace and faith. 
 " Thefe inward trials I employ, 
 " From felf, and pride, to fet thee frej, 
 " And break thy fchemes of earthly joy, 
 " That thou may'ft. feek thy all in me." 
 
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 Hymn XVII, 
 
 Exhortation to Prayer. 
 
 V HAT various hindrances we meet, 
 In coming to a mercy-feat ! 
 Yet who, that knows the worth of prayer, 
 But willies to be often there ? 
 Prayer makes the darken'd cloud withdraw, 
 Prayer climbs the ladder Jacob faw ; 
 Gives exercife to faith and love. 
 Brings every bleiling from above. 
 Reftraining prayer, we ceafe to fight, 
 Prayer makes the Chriftian's armour bright 5 
 And Satan trembles when he fees 
 The weakeft faint upon his knees. 
 
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 While Mofes flood with arms fprcad wide, 
 Succefs was found on Ifrael's fide ; 
 But when" through wearinefs they fail'd, 
 That moment Amalek prevail'd. 
 
 Have you no words ? Ah, think again, 
 Words flow apace when you complain, 
 And fill your fellow-creature's ear 
 With the fad tale Of all your care. 
 
 Were half the breath thus vainly fpent 
 To Heav'n in fupplication fent, 
 Your cheerful fong would oft'ner be, 
 ** Hear what the Lord has dene for me." 
 
 Hymn XVIII. 
 
 The Succefsful Rcfolve* 
 
 \^OME, humble fmner, in whofe breafl 
 A thoufand thoughts revolve, 
 
 Come, with your guilt and fear oppreft, 
 And make this laft refolve. 
 
 2 " I'll go to Jefus, though my fm 
 
 " Hath like a mountain rofe ; 
 « I know his courts, I'll enter in, 
 " Whatever may oppofe. 
 
 3 " Proftrate I'll lie before his throne, 
 
 " And there my guilt confefs ; 
 
 " I'll tell him I'm a wretch undone, 
 
 " Without his fovereign grace. 
 
 4 " I'll to the gracious King approach, 
 
 '* Whofe fceptre pardon gives, 
 
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 " Perhaps he may command my touch, 
 
 " And then the fuppliant lives. 
 " Perhaps he will admit my plea, 
 
 " Perhaps will hear my prayer ; 
 " But if I perifh, I will pray 
 
 " And perifh only there. 
 " I can but perifh if I go, 
 
 " I am refolv'd to try ; 
 " For if I ftay away, I know 
 
 " I muft forever die." 
 
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 Hymn XIX, 
 
 The Loft Sheep found. 
 
 HEN fome kind fhepherd from his fold 
 Has loft a ftraying flieep, 
 Through vales, o'er hills, he anxious roves, 
 And climbs the mountain's fteep. 
 
 Z But O the joy ! the tranfport fweet ! 
 When he the wand'rer finds ; 
 Up in his arms he takes his charge, 
 And to his fhoulder binds. 
 
 3 Homeward he haftes to tell his joys, 
 
 And make his blifs complete : 
 The neighbours hear the news, and all 
 The joyful fhepherd greet. 
 
 4 Yet how much greater is the joy 
 
 When but one finner turns, 
 When the poor wretch with broken heart 
 His fins ancj errors mourns ! 
 
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 Pleas'd with the news, the faints belov 
 In ibngs their tongues employ ; 
 
 Beyond the fkies the tidings go, 
 And heav'n is fill'd with joy. 
 
 Well pleas'd, the Father fees and hears 
 
 The confcious fmner weep ; 
 Jefus receives him in his arms, 
 
 And owns him for his fheep. 
 
 Nor angels can their joys contain, 
 
 But kindle with new fire : 
 " A wandering fheep's return'd," they Cmg t 
 
 And ftrike the founding lyre. 
 
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 Hymn XX. 
 
 Vital Union to Chrift. 
 
 'EAR Saviour, we are thine 
 
 By everlafting bonds ; 
 Our names, our hearts, we would refigrt, 
 
 Our fouls are in thy hands. 
 
 To thee we ftill would cleave 
 
 With ever growing zeal ; 
 If millions tempt us Chrift to leave, 
 
 O let them ne'er prevail. 
 
 Thy Spirit mall unite 
 
 Our fouls to thee our head ; 
 Shall form us to thy image bright, 
 
 That we thy paths may tread. 
 
 Death may our fouls divide 
 
 From thefe abodes of clay ; 
 
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 Bat love (hall keep us near thy fide 
 Through all the gloomy way. 
 
 Since Chrift and we are one, 
 Why fhould we doubt or fear ; 
 If he in heaven hath fix'd his throne, 
 He'll fix his members there. 
 
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 Hymn XXI. 
 
 Pardoning Love. 
 
 .OW oft, alas, this wretched heart 
 Has wander'd from the Lord ! 
 How oft my roving thoughts depart, 
 Forgetful of his word ! 
 
 2 Yet Sovereign Mercy calls, " Return;' 5 
 
 Dear Lord, and may 1 come ? 
 My vile ingratitude I mom $ ; 
 O take the wanderer home. 
 
 3 And canft thou, wilt thou yet forgive, 
 
 And bid my crimes remove ? 
 And mall a pardon 5 d rebel live 
 To fpeak thy wondrous love ? 
 
 4 Almighty grace, thy healing power 
 
 How glorious, how divine, 
 That can to life and blifsreftore 
 So vile a heart as mine I 
 
 5 Thy pardoning love, fo free, fo fweet,. 
 
 Dear Saviour, I adore ; 
 O keep me at thy facred feet, 
 And let me'rove no more. 
 
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 Hymn XXII. 
 
 Prayer for Minifter and People. 
 
 jLIEAREST Saviour, help thy fervant 
 
 To proclaim thy wondrous love ! 
 Pour thy grace upon this people, 
 That thy truth they may approve ; 
 Blefs, O blefs them, 
 From thy mining courts above. 
 2 Now thy gracious word invites them 
 To partake the gofpel feaft : 
 Let thy Spirit fweetly draw them ; 
 Every foul be Jems' guefl ! 
 O receive us, 
 Let us find thy promis'd reft. 
 
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 Hymn XXIIL 
 
 Walking with God. 
 
 FOR a clofer walk with God, 
 
 A calm and heavenly frame ; 
 A light, to mine upon the road 
 
 That leads me to the Lamb. 
 Where is the bleffednefs I knew, 
 
 When nrft I faw the Lord ? 
 Where is the foul refrefhing view 
 
 Of Jefus and his word ? 
 What peaceful hours I then enjoyM ! 
 
 How fweet their memory ftill ! 
 
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 But now I find an aching void 
 The world can never fill. 
 
 Return, O Holy Dove, return, 
 
 Sweet meffenger of reft ! 
 I hate the fins that made thee mourn, 
 
 And drove thee from my breaft. 
 
 The deareft idol I have known, 
 
 Whatever that idol be, 
 Help me to tear it from thy throne, 
 
 And worlhip only thee. 
 So mail my walk be clofe with God, 
 
 Calm and ferene my frame ; 
 So purer light mail mark the road 
 
 That leads me to the Lamb. 
 
 Hymn XXIV. 
 
 The Saviour's Invitation, 
 
 
 JL HE Saviour calls— let every ear 
 
 Attend the heavenly found ; 
 Ye doubting fouls, difmifs your fear, 
 Hope fmiles reviving round. 
 
 2 For every thirfty longing heart, 
 
 Here ftreams of bounty flow, 
 And life, and health, and blifs impart 
 To banifh mortal woe. 
 
 3 Here fprings of facred pleafure rife, 
 
 To eafe your every pain, 
 (Immortal fountain ! full fupplies !) 
 Nor fhall you thirft in vain. 
 
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 Ye finners, come, 'tis mercy's voice j 
 
 The gracious call obey ; 
 Mercy invites to heavenly joys, 
 
 And can you yet delay ? 
 
 Dear Saviour, draw reluctant hearts J 
 
 To thee let finners fly, 
 And take the blifs thy love imparts, 
 
 And drink, and never die. 
 
 Hymn XXV. 
 
 As thy days, fojhall thy ftrength be. 
 
 AFFLICTED faint, to Chrift draw near, 
 Thy Saviour's gracious promile hear ; 
 His faithful word declares to thee, 
 That as thy days, thy ftrength mail be. 
 
 2 Let not thy heart defpond and fay, 
 
 " How fhall I ftand the trying day V 
 
 He has engag'd by firm decree, 
 
 That as thy days, thy ftrength fhall be. 
 
 3 Thy faith is weak, thy foes are ftrong ; 
 And if the conflict ihould be long, 
 Thy Lord will make the tempter flee j 
 For as thy days, thy ftrength fhall be. 
 
 4 Should perfecution rage and flame, 
 Still truft in thy Redeemer'*; name ; 
 In fiery trials thou (halt fee, 
 
 That as thy days, thy ftrength fhall be. 
 
 5 When call'd to bear the weighty crofs, 
 Or fore afflictions, pain, or lofs, 
 
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 Or deep diftrefs, or poverty, 
 
 Still, as thy days, thy ftrength {hall be, 
 
 6 When ghaftly death appears in view, 
 Chrift's prefence fhall thy fears fubdue j 
 He comes to fet thy fpirit free, 
 And as thy days, thy ftrength fhall be, 
 
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 Hymn XXVI. 
 
 Behold the Man ! 
 
 E that pafs by, behold the Man ! 
 The Man of grief, condemn'd for yoUj, 
 The Lamb of God, for fmners flain, 
 Weeping, to Calvary purfue. 
 
 2 His facred limbs they ftretch, they tear, 
 With nails they faften to the wood ; 
 His facred limbs, expos'd and bare, 
 
 Or only cover'd with his blood. 
 
 3 See there his temples crown'd with thorns 5 
 His bleeding hands extended wide, 
 
 His ftreaming feet transfix' d and torn, 
 The fountain girthing from his fide. 
 
 4 Thou dear, thou fuff'ring Son of God, 
 How doth thy heart to fmners move I 
 Sprinkle on us thy precious blood, 
 And melt us with thy dying love ! 
 
 5 The earth could to her centre quake, 
 Convuls'd, when her Creator died ; 
 
 O may our inmoft nature fhake, 
 iVnd bow with Jefus crucified ! 
 
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 6 At thy laft gafp, the graves difplay'd 
 Their horrors to the upper ikies ; 
 
 O that our fouls might burft the fhade, 
 And, quicken'd by thy death, arife ! 
 
 7 The rocks could feel thy powerful death, 
 And tremble, and afunder part ; 
 
 O rend, with thy expiring breath, 
 The harder marble of our heart. 
 
 Hymn XXVII. 
 
 Praife for Conver/ion. 
 
 V^OME, ye that fear the Lord, 
 And liften while I„ tell 
 How narrowly my feet efcap'd 
 The fnares of death and hell. 
 
 The flattering joys of fenfe 
 AfTail'd my foolifh heart, 
 While Satan with malicious fkill 
 Guided the pois'nous dart. 
 
 I fell beneath the ftroke, 
 But fell to rife again ; 
 My anguifh rous'd me into life, 
 And pleafure fprung from pain. 
 
 Darknefs, and fhame, and grief, 
 Opprefs'd my gloomy mind ; 
 I look'd around me for relief, 
 But no relief could find. 
 
 At length, to God I cry'd ; 
 He heard my plaintive figh : 
 
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 He heard, and inftantly he fent 
 Salvation from on high. 
 
 6 My drooping head he rais'd, 
 My bleeding wounds he heal'd, 
 
 Pardon'd my fins, and with a fmile 
 The gracious pardon feal'd. 
 
 7 O may I ne'er forget 
 The mercy of my God ; 
 
 Nor ever want a tongue to fpread 
 His loudeft praife abroad. 
 
 Hymn XXVIII. 
 
 Praife for the Fountain opened. 
 
 J_ HERE is a fountain fill'd with blood, 
 Drawn from Immanuel's veins ; 
 And fmners, plung'd beneath that flood, 
 Loie all their guilty ftains. 
 
 3 The dying thief rejoic'd to fee 
 That fountain in his day ; 
 O may I there, though vile as he, 
 Walh ail my fins away ! 
 3 Dear dying Lamb, thy precious blood 
 Shall never lofe its power, 
 Till all the ranfom'd church of God 
 Be fav'd, to fin no more. 
 
 4. E'er fmce, by faith, I faw the ftream 
 Thy flowing wounds fupply, 
 Redeeming love has been my theme ? 
 And fhall be till I die. 
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 5 But when this lifping, ftammering tongue 
 Lies filent in the grave, 
 Then in a nobler, fweeter fong 
 I'll fing thy power to fave. 
 
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 Hymn XXIX. 
 
 Companion. 
 
 'ID Chrift o'er Tinners weep ? 
 
 And mall our cheeks be dry ? 
 Let floods of penitential grief 
 
 Bur ft forth from every eye. 
 
 The Son of God in tears, 
 
 Angels with wonder fee ! 
 Be thou aftonifh'd, O my foul, 
 
 He fhed thofe tears for thee. 
 
 He wept that we might weep, 
 Each fin demands a tear ; 
 In heav'n alone no fin is found, 
 And there's no weeping there. 
 
 Hymn XXX. 
 
 jefus precious to them thai believe. 
 
 J ESUS, I love thy charming name, 
 
 'Tis mufic to my ear ; 
 Fain would I found it out fo loud, 
 
 That earth and heav'n might hear.. 
 
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 2 Yes, thou art precious to my foul, 
 
 My tranfport and my truft ; 
 Jewels to thee are gaudy toys, 
 And gold is fordid duft. 
 
 3 All my capacious powers can wiiTi, 
 
 In thee doth richly meet ; 
 Nor to my eyes is light fo dear, 
 Nor friendfhip half fo fweet. 
 
 4 Thy grace mail dwell upon my heart, 
 
 And fhed its fragrance there ; 
 The noble ft balm of all its wounds, 
 The cordial of its care. 
 
 5 I'll fpeak the honours of thy name, 
 
 With my laft laboring breath ; 
 And dying, clafp thee in my arms, 
 The antidote of death. 
 
 Hymn XXXI. 
 
 Way to Canaan. 
 
 J ESUS, my all, to heav'n is gone, 
 He whom I fix'd my hopes upon ; 
 His track I fee, and I'll purfue 
 The narrow way, till him I view. 
 
 2 The way the holy prophets went, 
 The road that leads from banimment* 
 The King's highway of holinefs 
 
 I'll go, for all his paths are peace. 
 
 3 This is the way I long have fought, 
 And mourn'd becaufe I found it not ; 
 
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 My grief, my burden long has been, 
 Becaufe I could not ceafe from fin. 
 
 4 The more I drove againft its power, 
 I fmn'd and {tumbled but the more, 
 Till late I heard my Saviour fay, 
 Come hither, foul, " J am the way." 
 
 5 Lo ! glad I come, and thou, bled Lambs, 
 Shalt take me to thee as I am ; 
 Nothing but fin I thee can give, 
 Nothing but love ihall I receive. 
 
 6 Then will I tell to finncrs round 
 What a dear Saviour I have found ; 
 I'll point to thy redeeming blood, 
 And fay, " Behold the ivay to God" 
 
 Hymn XXXII, 
 
 Holy Fortitude. 
 
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 jt\.M I a foldier of the crofs, 
 
 A follower of the J-amb ? 
 And (hall I fear to own his caufs, 
 
 Or blufli to fpeak his name ? 
 
 Mud I be carried to the ikies 
 
 On flowery beds of cafe, 
 While others fought to win the prize, 
 
 And fail'd through bloody leas ? 
 
 Are there no foes for me to face ? 
 
 Mult I not Item the rlood ? 
 Is this vile world a friend to grace, 
 
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 Sure I muft fight, if I would reign ! 
 
 Increafe my courage, Lord ; 
 I'll bear the toil, endure the pain, 
 
 Supported by thy word. 
 Thy faints, in all this glorious war, 
 
 Shall conquer, though they die ; 
 They fee the triumph from afar, 
 
 And feize it with their eye. 
 
 When that illuftrious day (hall rife, 
 
 And all thy armies (nine 
 In robes of victory through the ikies, 
 
 The glory mail be thine. 
 
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 Hymn XXXIII. 
 
 Apqftacy. 
 
 HEN any turn from Zion's way, 
 ( Alas ! what numbers do ! ) 
 Methinks I hear my Saviour fay, 
 " Wilt thou forfake me too ?* 
 
 Ah, Lord ! with fuch a heart as mine, 
 
 Unlefs thou hold me fait, 
 I feel I mutt, I mall decline, 
 
 And prove like them at lad. 
 
 Yet thou alone haft: power, I know, 
 
 To fave a wretch like me : 
 To whom, or whither could I go, 
 
 If I mould turn from thee ? 
 Beyond a doubt, I reft affur'd 
 
 Thou art the Chrift of God, 
 
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 Who haft eternal life fecur'd 
 
 By promife and by blood. 
 ^ The help of men and angels join'd, 
 
 Could never reach my cafe ; 
 Nor can I hope relief to find, 
 
 But in thy boundlefs grace. 
 5 No voice but thine can give me reft, 
 
 And bid my fears depart ; 
 No love but thine can make me blefs'd, 
 
 And fatisfy my heart. 
 
 7 What anguifh has that queftion ftirr'd, 
 If I will alfo go ? 
 Yet, Lord, relying on thy word, 
 I humbly anfwer — No ! 
 
 Hymn XXXIV. 
 
 Not afoairfd of Chrift. 
 
 JESUS ! and (hall it ever be 
 A mortal man afham'd of thee ? 
 Afham'd of thee, whom angels praife, 
 Whofe glories mine through endlefs days \ 
 
 Afham'd of Jefus ? fooner far 
 Let evening blufh to own a ftar ; 
 He fhcds the beams of light divine 
 O'er this benighted foul of mine. 
 
 Afham'd of Jefus ? juft as foon 
 Let midnight be afham'd of noon ; 
 'Tis midnight with my foul, till he, 
 Bright morning-ftar, bid darknefs flee. 
 
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 4 Afham'd of Jefus ! that dear friend 
 On whom my hopes of heaven depend ? 
 No ; when I blufh, be this my ihame, 
 That I no more revere his name. 
 
 5 Afham'd of Jems ? Yes, I may, 
 When Pve no guilt to warn away, 
 No tear to wipe, no good to crave, 
 No fears, to quell, no foul to fave. 
 
 6 Till then, (nor is my boafting vain) 
 Till then, I boaft a Saviour flain ! 
 And O, may this my glory be, 
 That Chriit is not aiham'd of me ! 
 
 7 [His inftitutions would I prize, 
 Take up my crofs, the fhame defpife j 
 Dare to defend his noble caufe, 
 
 And yield obedience to his laws.] 
 
 Hymn XXXV. 
 
 Baptifnn 
 
 iOME, all ye lovers of the Lamb, 
 This path your dear Redeemer trod j 
 Behold him bending in the ftream ! 
 See him arife, approv'd of God ! 
 Repenting fmner, hither come, 
 Nor linger on the diilant fhore ; 
 Your Saviour made this folemn rite 
 An emblem of his faving^ pbw'r. 
 By faith alone the trembling foul 
 Can urge her claim to children's food ; 
 
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 She quits her hold on hopelefs forms, 
 And ieeks in Chrifl her only good. 
 
 Obedience flows from willing minds, 
 Renew'd and purify'd by grace ; 
 Come freely to the gofpel pool, 
 All ye who humbly feek his face. 
 
 Hymn XXXVI. 
 
 The Tear of the Redeemed. 
 
 V><OME, welcome this new year of grace, 
 Proclaim'd through Jefus' blood ; 
 
 The happy year of our releafe, 
 To feal our peace with God. 
 
 2 We early wander'd from our God, 
 
 In the dark maze of fin ; 
 The year of the redeem'd is come, 
 To bring us back again. 
 
 3 "We once could fpurn at offer'd grace, 
 
 And flight a Saviour's charms ; 
 The year of the redeem'd is come, 
 To call us to his arms. 
 
 4. We hear the gofpePs joyful found 
 Proclaim the jubilee : 
 The year of the redeem'd is come, 
 To fet the ranfom'd free. 
 
 5 Ye aged faints, who long have figh'd 
 To fee this happy day ; 
 The year of the redeem'd is come, 
 To wipe your tears away. 
 
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 6 Yc lovely youth, who late have known 
 
 The fweets of pard'ning grace, 
 The year of the redeem'd demands 
 Your nobleit a&s of praife. 
 
 7 Now you can tell a fcoffing world 
 
 Their threats are all in vain ; 
 The year of the redeem'd is come 
 To recompenfe your pain. 
 
 S But, O ye carelefs, Chriftlefs fouls, 
 Who fcorn the happy few ! 
 The year of the redeem'd will come, 
 And take them all from you. 
 
 Then will you mourn and fay at laft, 
 
 We did inftruclion hate ; 
 The year of the redeem'd is pair, 
 
 And now it is too late. 
 
 10 When Gabriel burfts the vaulted tomb, 
 And bids the dead arife, 
 We'll fmg the year of the redeem'd, 
 And lift our joyful eyes. 
 
 Hymn XXXVII. 
 
 Millennium. 
 
 1 HAT glorious day is drawing nigh 
 
 When Zion's light lhall come ; 
 She lhall arife and fhine on high, 
 
 Bright as the morning fun. 
 The north and fouth their fons refign 3 
 And earth's foundations bend -, 
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A bride adorned, Jerufalem 
 All glorious ihall defcend. 
 
 3 The King who wears the glorious crown, 
 
 The azure flaming bow, 
 The holy city fhall bring down 
 To blefs the church below. 
 
 4 When Zion's bleeding, conqu'ring King 
 
 Shall fin and death deftroy, 
 The morning (tars together fing, 
 And Zion fhout for joy. 
 
 5 The holy, bright angelic band, 
 
 Who fing on harps of gold, 
 Hard by the throne in order Hand, 
 When gentler numbers roll. 
 
 6 Defcending in feraphic ftrains, 
 
 Jehovah they adore ; 
 Such fhouts through earth's extenfive plains 
 Were never heard before. 
 
 7 Let Satan rage and boaft no more, 
 
 Nor think his reign is long : 
 Though faints are feeble, weak and poor, 
 Their great Redeemer's ftrong. 
 
 8 In ftorms he is our hiding place, 
 
 A covert from the wind ; 
 A fhady Rock and flowing Stream 
 Through all the weary land. 
 
 9 This cryftal ftream runs down from heav'ft, 
 
 It i flues fom the throne ; 
 The floods of ftrife away are driv'n, 
 The church becomes but one. 
 XO This peaceful union lhe fhall know,. 
 And live upon his love ; 
 
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 And (hout and fing his name below, 
 As angels do above. 
 
 1 1 A thoufand years (hall roll around, 
 
 The church fhall be complete ; 
 Call'd by the trumpet's glorious found 
 Her Saviour for to meet. 
 
 12 She'll mount from earth and foar on high, 
 
 She'll fly to Jefus' arms ; 
 To gaze with rapture and delight 
 On her Beloved's charms. 
 
 1 3 Like apples fair his beauties are 
 
 To feed and cheer the mind ; 
 No earthly fruit can fo recruit, 
 Nor flagons full of wine. 
 
 14 Her troubles o'er, fhe'll grieve no more, 
 
 But fing in flrains of joy ; 
 In rapture fweet and blifs complete 
 She'll feaft, and never cloy. 
 
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 Hymn XXXVIII. 
 
 Looking at the Crofs. 
 
 N evil long I took delight, 
 Unaw'd by fname and fear ; 
 Till a new object ftruck my fight, 
 And ftopp'd my wild career. 
 
 I faw one hanging on a tree, 
 
 In agonies and blood ; 
 Who fix'd his languid eyes on me, 
 
 As near his crofs I (lood. 
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 3 Sure, never to my lateft breath, 
 
 Can I forget that look ; 
 It feem'd to charge me with his death, 
 Though not a word he fpoke. 
 
 4 My confeience felt, and own'd the guilt, 
 
 And plung'd me in defpair ; 
 I faw my fins his blood had fpilt, 
 And help'd to nail him there. 
 
 5 Alas ! I knew not what I did, 
 
 But now my tears are vain ; 
 Where (hall my trembling foul be hid ? 
 For 1 the Lord have flain. 
 
 6 A fecond look he gave, which faid, 
 
 " I freely all forgive ; 
 " This blood is for thy ranfom paid; 
 " I die, that thou may'ft live.'' 
 
 7 Thus, while his death my fin difplays 
 
 In all its blackeil hue, 
 (Such is the myftery of grace) 
 It feals my pardon too. 
 
 8 With pleafing grief and mournful joy 
 
 My fpirit now is fill'd, 
 That I mould fuch a life deftroy, 
 Yet live by him I kill'd. 
 
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 Hymn XXXIX. 
 
 Evening Song. 
 
 HE day is paft and gone, 
 
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 O may we all remember well 
 The night of death draws near. 
 
 We lay our garments by, 
 
 Upon our beds to reft ; 
 So death will faon difrobe us all 
 
 Of what we here poffefs. 
 Lord, keep us fafe this night, 
 
 Secure from all our fears ; 
 May angels guard us while we fleep, 
 
 Till morning light appears. 
 
 And if we early rife, 
 
 And view th' unweari'd fun, 
 May we fet out to win the prize a 
 
 And after glory run. 
 
 And when our days are paft, 
 And we from time remove, 
 
 O may we in thy bofom reft 3 
 The bofom of thy love. 
 
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 Hymn XL. 
 
 The good Pbyjician* 
 
 .OW loft was my condition, 
 Till Jefus made me whole i 
 There is but one Phyfician 
 Can cure the fin-{ick foul ! 
 At death's dark door he found me 3 
 And fnatch'd me from the grave, 
 To tell to all around me 
 His wondrous power to fave. 
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 2 The worfl of all difeafes, 
 Is light compar'd to fin ; 
 On ev'ry part it feizes, 
 But rages mod within. 
 Tis palfy, plague, and fever, 
 And madnefs, all combin'd ; 
 And none but a believer 
 The lead relief can find. 
 
 $ From men great fkill profefEng, 
 I thought a cure to gain ; 
 But this prov'd more diftrefling, 
 And added to my pain. 
 Some faid that nothing ail'd me. 
 Some gave up all for loft ; 
 Thus ev'ry refuge fail'd me, 
 And all my hopes were crofs'd. 
 
 f. At length this great Phyfician 
 (How matchlefs is his grace ! ) 
 Accepted my petition, 
 And undertook my cafe : 
 Firft gave me light to view him, 
 For fin my eyes had feal'd ; 
 Then bid me look unto him ; 
 I look'd, and I was heal'd. 
 
 j A dying, rifen Jefus, 
 Seen by the eye of faith, 
 At once from dangers frees us, 
 And faves the foul from death. 
 Come then to this Phyfician, 
 His help he'll freely give ; 
 He makes no hard condition, 
 Tis only look and live. 
 
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 Hymn XLL 
 
 Recruiting Orders, 
 
 HRIST is fet on Zion's hill, 
 He receiveth fmners ft ill ; 
 Who will ferve this blefTed King ? 
 Come, enlift, and with me fing : 
 
 1 his foldier fure {hall be, 
 
 Happy in eternity. 
 
 ? I by faith enlifted am 
 In the fervice of the Lamb ; 
 Prefent pay I now receive, 
 Future happinefs he'll give* 
 I his foldier, &c. 
 
 3 Zion's King my captain is, 
 Conqueft I fhall never mifs ; 
 Let the fiends of hell engage, 
 Fret, and foam, and roar and rage. 
 I his foldier, &c. 
 
 ■fr Let the world their forces join, 
 With the fiencjs of hell combine ; 
 Greater is my King than they, 
 Through him I fhall win the day. 
 I his foldier, &c. 
 
 5 Wicked men I fcorn to fear, 
 Though they perfecute me here j 
 True, they may the body kill, 
 But my King's on Zion's hill. 
 I his foldier, &c. 
 
 j When this life's fhort fpace is o'er, 
 I fhall live to die no more j 
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 Therefore will I take the fword, 
 Fight for Jefus Chrift my Lord. 
 I his foldier, dec. 
 
 $ Come ye worldlings, come enlift, 
 'Tis the voice of Jefus Chrift ; 
 Whofoever will may come, 
 Jefus Chrift refufeth none. 
 I his foldier, &c. 
 
 9 Jefus is my Captain's name, 
 Now as yefterday the fame ; 
 In his name I notice give, 
 All who come he will receive. 
 I his foldier, &c. 
 
 io Be perfuaded, take his pay, 
 All your fins he'll wafh away ; 
 Now in Jefus' name believe, 
 Future happinefs he'll give. 
 
 Yes, in heav'n you fure fhall be, 
 Praifing God eternally. 
 
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 Hymn XL II. 
 
 Saul's Armour* 
 
 HEN firft my foul enlifted, 
 My Saviour's foes to fight, 
 Miftaken friends infifted, 
 I was not arm'd aright : 
 So Saul declar'd to David 
 He certainly would fail ; 
 Nor could his life be faved 
 Without a coat of mail. 
 
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 2 But David, tho* he yielded 
 To put the armour on, 
 
 Soon found he could not wield it, 
 And ventur'd forth with none : 
 With only fling and pebble, 
 He fought the fight of faith ; 
 The weapon feem'd but feeble, 
 But prov'd Goliah's death. 
 
 3 Had I by him been guided, 
 And quickly thrown away 
 The armour men provided, 
 
 I might have gain'd the day ; 
 But arm'd as they advis'd me, 
 My expectations fail'd ; 
 My enemy furpris'd me, 
 And had almoft prevail'd. 
 
 4 Furnifh'd with books and notions, 
 And arguments and pride, 
 
 I praclis'd all my motions, 
 And Satan's power defy'd ; 
 But foon perceiv'd with trouble 
 That thefe would do no good ; 
 Iron to them is flubble, 
 And brafs but rotten wood. 
 
 5 I triumph' d at a diftance 
 While he was out of fight ; 
 But faint was my refiftance 
 When fore'd to join in fight : 
 He broke my fword in fhivers, 
 And piere'd my boafted fhield, 
 Laugh 'd at my vain endeavours, 
 And drove me from the field. 
 
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 5 Satan will not be braved 
 By fuch a worm as I ; 
 Then let me learn with David 
 To truft in the Mod High ; 
 To plead the name of Jefus, 
 And ufe the fling of pray'r ; 
 Thus arm'd, when Satan fees us, 
 He'll tremble and defpair. 
 
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 Hymn XLIIL 
 Grateful Recolleftion. 
 
 lOME, thou fount of every bleffing, 
 Tune my heart to fing thy grace ! 
 Streams of mercy never ceafing, 
 
 Call for fongs of loudeft praife : 
 Teach me fome melodious fonnet. 
 
 Sung by flaming tongues above : 
 Praife the mount — O fix me on it, 
 
 Mount of God's unchanging love. 
 
 i Here I raife my Ebenezer, 
 
 Hither by thy help I'm come ; 
 And I hope by thy good pleafure 
 
 Safely to arrive at home. 
 Jefus fought me when a ftranger 
 
 Wandering from the fold of God j 
 He, to fave my foul from danger, 
 
 Interpos'd with precious blood. 
 3 O ! to grace how great a debtor 
 
 Daily I'm conftrain'd to be \ 
 
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 Let that grace, Lord, like a fetter 
 Bind my wandering heart to thee ! 
 
 Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it ; 
 Prone to leave the God I love ! 
 
 Here's my heart, Lord, take and leal it> 
 Seal it from thy courts above. 
 
 Hymn XLIV. 
 
 Union. 
 
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 .TTEND, ye faints, and hear me tell 
 The wonders of Immanuel, 
 Who fav'd me from a burning hell, 
 And brought my foul with him to dwell, 
 And feel a bleiTed Union* 
 
 When firft he view'd me from on high, 
 And faw my foul in ruin lie, 
 He look'd on me with pitying eye, 
 And faid to me, as he pafs'd by, 
 
 With God you have no Union, 
 
 Then I began to mourn and cry ; 
 I look'd this way and that to fly ; 
 It griev'd me fore that I muft die ; 
 I ftrove falvation for to buy, 
 
 But ftill I had no Union. 
 
 But when my Jefus took me in, 
 And with his blood did warn me cleani 
 a Twas then I hated every fin ; 
 And O ! what feafons I have feen 
 
 Since I have felt this Union. 
 
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 $ I prais'd the Lord both night and day> 
 From houfe to houfe I went to pray ; 
 And if I met one on the way, 
 I always had fome word to fay 
 
 About this blefled Union. 
 
 6 I wonder why old faints don't fmg, 
 And praife the Lord upon the wing, 
 And make the heavenly arches ring 
 With loud hofannas to their King, 
 
 Who brought their fouls to Unior^ 
 
 7 Return, backfliders, come away, 
 And learn to do as well as fay ; 
 
 Be careful that you watch and pray : 
 Come, bear your crofs from day to day, 
 And then you'll feel this Union,. 
 
 8 We foon (hall break all nature's ties, 
 On wings of love our fouls lhall rife, 
 And fnout falvation through the fkies ; 
 And gain the mark, and win the prize, 
 
 And feel a heav'nly Union. 
 
 9 Soon all the faints, now here below, 
 Will leave thefe climes of pain and wo, 
 And they will home to glory go ; 
 
 And then they'll fee, and hear, and know* 
 And feel this heav'nly Union. 
 io Then we the glorious Lamb fhall fee, 
 Who groan'd and dy'd upon the tree ; 
 And fpilt his blood for you and me, 
 That we might his falvation fee, 
 
 And feel this glorious UnioiT*. 
 
 1 1 When we recount life's dangers o'er, 
 Review the labours which we bore, 
 
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 And fee ouifelves fafe on the more, 
 With love our Conqueror we'll adore, 
 And feel increafmg Union. 
 
 1 2 When countlefs years are roll'd away, 
 Our vigour fufPring no decay, 
 We'll all as one with rapture fay, 
 We ftill remember well the day 
 
 Our fouls firft felt this Union. 
 
 13 Hail, glorious Jesus ! reign on high ; 
 'Tis thou that brought us rebels nigh, 
 We'll fliout Redemption through the lky 3 
 And praife thee to eternity, 
 
 For fuch a glorious Union, 
 
 14 The hoft of heaven will all agree 
 
 In rapt'rous ftrains of praife to thee j 
 
 Shouting, Eternal glory be. 
 
 To Three in One, and One in Three, 
 
 Crying, O this glorious Union* 
 
 Hymn XLV. 
 
 The Heavenly yerufalenu 
 
 J ERU SALEM, my happy home, 
 
 O how I long for thee I 
 When will my forrows have an end $ 
 
 Thy joys when (hall I fee \ 
 Thy walls are all of precious ftone, 
 
 Moll glorious to behold ; 
 Thy gates are richly fet with pearl, 
 
 Thy ftreets are pav'd with gold. 
 
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 3 Thy gardens and thy pleafant green, 
 
 My ftudy long have been ; 
 Such fparkling light, by human fight 
 Has never yet been feen. 
 
 4 If heaven be thus glorious, Lord, 
 
 Why fhould I (lay from thence ? 
 What folly 'tis that I fhould dread 
 To die and go from hence ! 
 
 5 Reach down, reach down thine arm of grace, 
 
 And caufe me to afcend 
 Where congregations ne'er break up, 
 And fabbaths never end. 
 
 6 Jefus, my love, to glory's gone, 
 
 Him will I go and fee, 
 And all my brethren here below 
 Will foon come after me. 
 
 7 My friends, I bid you all adieu, 
 
 I leave you in God's care ; 
 And if I here no more fee you, 
 Go on, I'll meet you there. 
 $ There we fhall meet and no more part, 
 And heav'n ihall ring with praife, 
 While Jefus' love in ev'ry heart 
 Shall tune the fong free grace. 
 9 Millions of years around may run, 
 Our fong (hall ftill go on ; 
 To praife the Father and the Son 
 And Spirit three in one. 
 io When we've been there ten thoufand years, 
 Bright ihining as the fun, 
 We've no lefs days to fing God's praife 
 Than when we fir ft begun. 
 
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 Hymn XLVL 
 
 Humble Confidence, 
 
 JLORD, I cannot let thee go, 
 Till a bleffing thou beftow ; 
 Do not turn away thy face, 
 Mine's an urgent, preffing cafe. 
 
 2 Doft thou afk me who I am ? 
 
 Ah, my Lord, thou know'ft my name ! 
 Yet the queftion gives a plea 
 To fupport my fuit with thee. 
 
 3 Thou did'ft once a wretch behold, 
 In rebellion blindly bold, 
 
 Scorn thy grace, thy power defy, 
 That poor rebel, Lord, was I. 
 
 4 Once a fmner near defpair 
 Sought thy mercy-feat by pray'r j 
 Mercy heard and fet him free, 
 Lord, that mercy came to me. 
 
 5 Many days have pafs'd fmce then* 
 Many changes I have feen ; 
 
 Yet have been upheld till now : 
 Who could hold me up but thou I 
 
 6 Thou haft help'd in every need, 
 This emboldens me to plead ; 
 After fo much mercy paft, 
 Canft. thou let me fink at laft ? 
 
 7 No — I muft maintain my hold, 
 'Tisthy goodnefs makes me bold ; 
 I can no denial take 
 
 When I plead for Jems' fake. 
 
Hymn XLVII. 
 
 Parting Hymn. 
 
 W HY (lay we here, fo loth to part ? 
 Tell me, O Chriftian, has thy heart 
 Been warm'd with pure devotion's flame* 
 And fill'd with love to Jems' name ? 
 
 2 If (o t 'tis good to wait a while, 
 And weep to fee our Saviour fmile ; 
 'Tis heav'n on earth to feel his grace, 
 And heav'n above, to fee his face. 
 
 3 Bleft moments thefe, when ev'ry tongue 
 Is loos'd, to chant the grateful fong, — 
 
 ■' To Him who fhed his blood for me, 
 •* And fet the groaning pris'ner free : 
 
 4 " To Him who foil'd the fpoiler's pow'rs, 
 " Afcended to his God and our's ; 
 
 " Who fits enthron'd where feraphs glow, 
 " And teach their ftrains to faints below : 
 
 5 " To Him who hears the humbled pray'r, 
 " And wafts it to his Father's ear : 
 
 * : To Him who fent the promis'd Dove, 
 " To guide us fafe to realms above." 
 £ What though we part, to meet no more 
 On this fide Canaan's peaceful fhore ; 
 Yet, while we tarry let us pray, 
 And follow Jefus in the way. 
 
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