? V \Vldv, Mi '««K:^ iiih>tf«nr I'll FROM THE LIBRARY OF REV. LOUIS FITZGERALD BENSON, D. D. BEQUEATHED BY HIM TO THE LIBRARY OF PRINCETON THEOLOGICAL SEMINARY ^M^ 359 A[llen] (J[ames]) and C[hristopher] B[atty]. a Collection of Hymns for the ube of those that seek and those that have Redemption, sm. 8vo, sheep, worn, 15s Kendal, 1757 This, the "Kendal Hymn Book,'' is an ex- ceedingly rare Nonconformist collection. The authors were "Inghamites," and while Batty was responsible for 31 of the 128 hymns in the book, the editor and principal contributor was Allen. The authors of the remainder were W. Batty, John Green, Benj. Ingham, and four or CC^AX* (,*w vt-^ tp-Wic q L L f; p T#8i''S™*5 ^/: OF QtmM\ HYMNS For the ufe of thofe that fcek, aad thofe that hire REDf:MPTlON^ In the Blood of C h ii i s t; And they fung a new Song, faying, Thott art w§^^ thy; for Thou waft ilain, and hail redeemed us v^ God by thy Blood, R^v, 5. 9. KENDAL: Printed: by Tho. Ashburner, MDCCLVIL .C-- The Trefacel ANGELS, ^mdfatnis made per fe6h do the 'u^UlofGo^ -iuith chearfulnefs and alacrity ; Jinging praife .conti- mtaUy to hhn that fit teth upon the throne, and to the Lamb for ever and ever. Saints on earth, who have tajled the rich mercies of redeeming love, in their degree return thankfi wivins: and adoration to the Father for his evcrlafiing^lovez to the Son for the redemption -wrought out hy.his ol^ediencQ- gind death : and to the Holy Ghoji, -who hath called -tlwn o^ut of darknefs into light ; revealed and applied Jefus Chrijl to their hearts , and remains ih^r fai4hful guide and com- forter along the narrow way ^ ; ', Indeed we can never dojuflice to the fubje^i of redeeming love. But as our lips are touched with a Uve-ccal from the. a tar, we learn to lifp, and fafnmer cut the praifc of the holy triune God ; making melody in our hearts to the Lcrd? jpeaking to ourfelves in pjalms, and hyinris and fpiritudl 'f(j:.iQ PQQ 6^./:3. t ^./'K/^i W E E T was the hour, the minutes fwe^t^ When my Beloved me did meet, His death to evidence .• My heart, which wounded was before, Kindly he bound ; therein did pour Love's healing quin telle ncei a. Death's heritage he then laid wafte; And calm'd each Ilormy furious blaft j And cancell'd all my fins : Placing his crofs before mine eyes, Look to me and be fav'd, he cries^ Froni death thy life begins. 3. Sweet was the feaft my heart enjoy d j I ate, I drank, nor was I cIoy'd> For more I thirfted flill : Here let me (lay, I longing pray'd ; Sure this is Achor's vale, I faid. Or holy Tabor's hill. 4. His left hand under me was plac'd^ And his right hand my foul embrae'd^ "' His kiffes fweet did prove i CO Safely I fat beneath Us fliade;' Quite rcAind my fcul, he overfpreaj His canopy of love: 5. The wat'ry deep he did divide / The haughty tyrant's pow'r deftroy'd> And broke his chariots ftrongs Thinking he would afla-ult no hiore. But that I now was fafe on fhorc, I fung the Hebrew's fong. 6. I fung alTur'd of Jefu's love j Refreih'd with manna from above, For fiefh no more I cried : "Warm'd with the fun's enliv'ning beams> I laid me down at Shiloh's fireams, Content and fatisfied. 7. Untouch'd by Satan's envious crew> Upon my fleece, like drops of dew> His free grace did defcend ; Strangers in vain attempt to tell The joy immenfe, imfpeakable, 1 found in Chrifl my Friend. 8. My mountain flrong, as Bafan, flood $ I thought that unbelief's llrong flood Would ne'er affail me more : At this my Bridegroom jealous grew. His frequent vilits he withdrew; And then 1 felt quite poor. 9. Sin, which did heretofore feem dead, E.eviv'd again, and rais'd its head ; This made me doubting cry, Were all my joys but as a dream ^ Still fllU I feel I am unclean ; Help, Lord, or yet I die. xo. Like as the lonely Turtles mourn^ So griev'd I for my Lord's return ; 1 fought, 1 caird^ I cry'd : T^U mc, Jcrufalem's daughters, telf. Where my beloved Lord do.h dwell j And where his fiocks abide. II. His ibfence Oh ! I cannot bear ,• Each hour, each minute fcema a year ; yl Come, Jefus, quickly come : W^as I the cau(c Thou diJfi depart ? Did I, O Jefu^, grieve tliy heart ? Why didil thou go fo foon > ^2. If fo, dear Lamb, I proftrate fall. And at thy feet for mercy call,; Pardon, forgive, pals by :. Were not thy hands and feet bor'd thcough,. Thy fide and terr.ples wounded too. To bring backfliders nigh ? 13 . Think then, dear Jefus, on thy pain^ The toil an^d fmart Thou didft fuftaiix To ranfom my poor heart \ Kindly, dear Lanib, return and come;: And make my heart thy conftant home. Nor ever more depart. x,4. Ko more let fable clouds of night ^rile to intercept my light ; Or earth my heart detain : By thy dear crofs Hill let me ftay ; j^^re let me fmg my felf away i And die ta lire again* ^/^, iJi^ n. OJUoue Diocne ^c/r- WHEN Jefus firft unv^ird his fac My thoughts were drawn above j^ Qjiit? happy ia my Saviour's arms^ 3.hut up from fm'» invading harm?^ j i triuniph'd ija his Ioy?*. (8) ^ Thus raviHi'd with celeftial joys^ I ovcrlook'd all earthly toys, And chcarfdly prefs'd on ; His love out-baliaiic'd all befide; I daily iung the crucified. And cali'd the Lord my own. 3. But when temptations fierce aiTail'd, My fleadineis and courage, fail'd ; My former llrength decay'd'; Pleafures of f %, UTtwillmg \Yas the dying Go4> That I iibould trifle with his bJoo^^ Andi turn my day to night ;^ yet willingly I f^U a prey To. {in and its dclkuftlv^ way, And wander'd from the light, 9. ObnoxioLis thus to ev'ryill. Abandoned to, my coriipt will, I wallow'd in my blood ; Contentedly on hulks I fed> And caus'd; the Savioar's v/ounds to blcedj And griev'dmy Lord and God. ip. But Oh ! he faw me in my blood Polluted, combating with God, And gave t\\& lenfe of fin ; My grand rebellion then appear 'd, Stupid 1 found my heart, and fear'd Thro' enmity within. 11. Tho' now I knew my woeful cafc^ My fins forbad me Jefu's grace ; My eyes o'erflow'd with tears,* 1^0 refuge, no i nor help I found, "Nothing to heal my open'd womid. Nothing but hellilli fears. 12 . My pain my trouble ftill increas'd^ Nor in my foul on^ moment ceas'd *•. No glimpfe of hope I felt ; Thus pimiili'd by an^ angry God, I lay dcbarr'd from Jefu's blood, Opprefs'd with fear and guilt. 13. Scarce durft I now for mercy call, Condemn'd I ftood, ready to fall A victim to his wrpth ; Juft then his pard'ning voice I hcard^ Chrift in his bloody form appearU Plifadiiig for me his dea&h^^ 14. " He cries,! all thy fins forgive,^ ^ Return, return, and thou llialt live,, " And my free mercies tafte ; *•' All thy backllidings Til pafs by. And love thee thro' eternity, " Erafing out v/hat's pafl. ^5. Abaih^d I ftood, afliam'd to fee My Saviour pleading there for me, Who had difown'd his name ; A holy fhame bow'd down my foul;. To think the Saviour fnou'd recall. A rebel to, his train. 16. Proftrate I fell before his feet With blufhing fhame, and did entreat For blood to make me clean / The Lord unto my fuit gave ear, ^nd eas'd ray heart, and heard my pray'r-, And clean fed me from fin. 17. Thus freed from bondage, I did prove The fweets of his redeeming love,' And bafk'd in funny beams ;. In this fweet frame I did rejoice, And hearken'd to my Saviour's voicc,^ And drank of Uving ftreams. ^V ^^1^' ^^^' SdiiucvhonOLriOlfnliSmtn X S U S, the Saviour of my foul. Be Thou my heart's delight; iCem^iA the fame to me always. My joy by day and night, 1, Hungry and thirfty after Thee,, May I be found each hour ; Humble in heart, and happy kept By thy Almighty pow'r. ^- Oh ! may I never once forget What a poor worox X ai» j. C" ) trctti death and hell redecm'd by bloody The blood of God's dear Lamb. 4. May thy blefl: Spirit, in my heart Sweetly diiTufe abroad The love of God, th' incarnate God, Who bought me with his blood* 5. In holy reverence, I would "With all my heart retain Th' atonement made by Jefu's bIood> And all his wounds and pain. 6. The myft'ry of redeeming love Be ever dear to me ; , . And may the fl^ih •and' blo'od t)f Chrlft My choice ft dainty^ be. 1" Y O "VV fhalM all: my vilenefs owili, XjL Or fpeak of all the iin I feel ? Where A^all I find a place to moan, Whilft I'm an heir of death and hell k 1. Alas .' I know not where to fly. Or find a place to vent my grief ; Kor have I flrength enough to cry To any, who can give relief. 3. What can a finnef do like me> When ftruck by an Almighty powV| And funk in deepefl: mifery ? . Nothing but wait at mercy*s door. 4. What eye can fee, what heart can love^ What hand relieve my mifery ? None but the Saviour's from above. Who for my fms did bleed, and die. <;. No other obje(ft wou'd I ijnd To cafe, indulge, or pleafe my mind 5 Here wou'd, I leave my fruitlcfs f>rife, And prove his death the chriftian's UfCf %. Surety in mercy he'll pafs by. And view a wretched flave of fin 5 Pity will move hhn to come nigh, And wafh a filthy creature clean. 7, In mercy, Lord, thy creature fee. And fpread thy Ikirt my ihame to hidcj O fpeak the word, and I fliall be "Cioath'd with thy rolSt, and juftify'd. 8. Then fi^all my happy foul enjoy A lafting peace in Thee, my God ; Then my whole bus'nefs and emplolf Shall be to fpeak of Jeiu's blood. , G~^^^ t V E me, dear Lord, t tender heart, ^ Acquak ted 'well with all thy fmart. Thy torments and thy pain : ^ ^' And let each nail,^ each fcourge and whip^ Each wound fevere, and bloody ftripc Kindle within me thy love's flame; 2. Give me, my Lam.b, a fafc retreat To fit before thy pierced feet ; There tafting thy fweet love: ill kifs, and wafii them with my tears^ 1^ And bid adieu to all my fears, -A And learn to fing with faints above. 3. Yea, let the bloody crofs's tree liver afford delight to me ; Here let me view my God * And from his wounds derive my bli(s> And prove how favoury Jcfus is, And feel the cleanfing pow'r of blooi* 4. It's pow'r doth rend the marble heal t^ \I)oth caufe the rocks to quake, to part^ The veil away to pals ', ( 13 ) No more the outward court we trea^, But boldly thro' the Lamb our head Enter within the holy place. 5. Our God, thro' faith's profpeflive glafs, We now behold in Jefu's face, And find our pardon feal'd By the Lamb's fpirit ; who thro' blood Hath brought us to enjoy our God ; And Jelus in the heart reveal d. 6. Thanks then to Thee, for what I know Of this great myftery below, " Salvation comes by blood '' Since I'm thy fpoil, thy name I'iJ praife. And blaze the glory of- thy grace. And found thy fame to all abroa^^ VI. ^A Co V E R ' D with fliame, O Jcfus dear. For mercy I implore; Vouchfafe thy fuppliant to hear. Pity, relieve a finner poor ; Surely I have withflood Thy calls and griev'd my God. 2. Guilt, like a ghoft, purfues me flillj And poifons every fweet ; Fruits of the curfe I daily feci ; I feel, O Lord, the burthen great: Hear, Jefus, hear my cry. And do not pafs me by. 3. I afk not for the fading joys Which from the creatures fpring ; No, no ; the world and all its toys Can me no folid comfort bring; I've fous^ht to find ii here With empty fruitlefs care. ( 14 ) 4. 1 alk that peace, which comes from Thee, To eafe my burden 'd foul ; I afk that fruit from off the tree, "Which makes poor fainting finners whole. L- Hear, Jefus, hear my cry ; \ Smile on me, or 1 die. 5. Paint in my heart the bloody tree^ Which bore the Prince of peace ; , That I may feel delivery, And fmg aloud my glad releafe : Jefus, Thou fhalt not go. Till 1 the bleffing know. AUTHOR of true and faving faith, That grace to me impart ; Grant me an int'reft in thy death, A new believing heart, 2. Difmifs my griefs, my forrov/s end. My reas'ning's voice contrgtm ; Approve thyielf the finner's friend. And blefs my helplefs loul. " Long have I fought thy peace to iindj, ^ But all my fearch is vain ; For unbelief ftill veils my mind, And dvv^elling gnaws within. 4. At times thy word's attracting beams Hath drawn my foul above ; Diffufmg thro' my heart the ftreams Of everlafling love. 5, Sometimes Tve had a little tafte. And thought thy coming nigh j But ah ! the blefling did not laft. The vifitant pafs'd by. ( 15 ) ^, And mufl T ever moiirnrng g«^ A ftrans,er to thy love ; Shall I be jom'd with faints below. And not with faints above ? 7, Shall 1 beneath the gofpel flay. And near the call of grace ; And at the awful judgment-day Be banidi'd from thy face ? 8. Oh ! nay I feel a glim'rlpig hope, Eer long 'I hou wilt me blefs ; And at the la ft wilt raile me up A kingdom to poITefSa CA P T A T N of thy enl'fted ho% Diiplay thv glorious banner high x Send the white horfe from coafi: to coaf^^ And call a numerous army nigh. 2. A folemn jubiJee proclaim. Proclaim the great fabbnnc day ; Let the year of relede be feen ; Spoil la tan of his wifh'd for prey, 3. Bid, bid thy heralds cry aloud. Aloud, thy honour to proclaim ; And when they (peak of fprinkling bloody The myft'ry to the heart explain. 4. Chafe the ulurper from his throne,. Uh ! chafe him to his deflin'd hell j Stout-hearted fmners overcome ; And peaceful in thy temple dwell. 5. The wall of bigotry break down j On each a (liow'r of grace diftill ; *"! he trembling comer freely own ; The Kuiig'ry foul with good tuio^s iiK, ( r6) 6. Now let us fee the harmlefs dove? In numbers to the windows fly ; Returning back with olive boughs. Proving the King of peace is nigh. y. Fight for thyfelf, O Jefus fight, The travail of thy foul regain ; Tore each blind foul make, darknefs, light ^ To all make crooked paths quite plain* 8. Lead us fafe thro' the wildernefs; Safely at death our fouls remove Ever to fee thy fmiJing face ; Ever to flng thy dying love. IX. .^^ I WAIT the vifits- of thy grace,. My Saviour and my God ; O come, and fliew thy fmiling face,. And wafn me in thy blood. 2. I languifh almofl in defpair ; My weary loul lift up ^ My mournful finking fpiiits chear ; Open a door of hope. 3. I fee myfelf a finner bafe, Infected quite throughout : Whatever I have, I have by grace Without thy grace I've nought. 4. If I for Thee would do fomething In honour of thy name ; There is fo much of felf v.'ithm. It gives me grief and fname.. 5. Oh ! whither can I go t9 get A pardon for my fm ; 3ut oniy to my Saviour's feet. And wait andcjiiloa himf ( T7) 4. Oh ! that I could but once by faith Behold hitTi on the tree ; And fee him languiOi there to death, And ilied his blood for me. 7. Oh ! that I might but once be found In that blefi: wcdding-drefs ; Which in ray ears doth often found, His blood and righteoufnefs. 8. Tis this alone can give me eafe, And heal my wounded heart ; My Saviour's blood and righteoufncfS;,. His futF'rings and his Imart, ^2^^- 3A/tu Uicicie^ti-Xcweo(Q/rd HE A. R us, O Son of David, hear, Who in thy gracious prefence ftand ;: Let pity move thy open ear ; Let mercy fway thy gentle hand .• If lovt fit fmiling on 'thy brow. Oh .' let thy lervants prove it now. 1, Like wand 'ring flieep we've turn'd afiJe^, Far from thy fold we did depart ? Till Sinai's dreadful flames we Ipy'd, Whofe killing glances (hook eacn heart : Deep unto deep aloud now calls, Wave over wave o'erwheims our fouls. 3. Shew pity then. Thou Shepherd good. Who didlt by blood a church obtain, TncC-hell thy kind delign withftood, Thy arm the victory didil gain : Do then, dear Lord, thy biood apply, And banilh'd foreigners bring nigh, 4. The guilt of fin far, far remove ; The dreadful flames of Sinai c^uencti j ( i8 ) ont onr fear &y perfect love • Impart a lafting confidence : Support us by^hy flrength^ning powV. m fierce temptation's trying hour. 5» Thi3 do, and never leave us, Lord, But lead us on froni faith to faith ; feed us with thy refrefliing word. And fix us in the gofpel path : i^nd when life's tedious journeys encf^' A kind diimifiion gently lend. J ^\ f^ E S U S, Thou tender hearty Give me a while to fit, T© learn the good and needful part. In ftillnefs at thy feet ; Low may I bow before The footfiool ot thy grace, ^i. love and praife Thee more and more^ Till I bthold thy face. 2. I A M, O glorious name I What tribute is thy due ? Since I my God in human frame And finful liivenefs view : \ Thee cloath'd in fieih and blood- -^ I clalp clofe in my arms ; My eyes with tears are overliow'd ; I'm won by thy dear charms. 3. Afford me free accefs ' Unto thy wounded fide ; Tliere would I fix my dwelling place^ And there for ever hide. . Sprinkle my heart afreQi ; J( The holy frame renew ; Subdue and crucify, the flefli, Aad form me ail anev/^ ( 19) XII. J^^• Sow the pure immortal feed Unto eternal life : Vifit, Lord, my lukewarm frame. And drop a coaJ of facred fire ; Raife within my heart a flame Of infinite defire. 5» Kvfep me in a humble mind. Still leaning on thy breafl ; Till within thy arms I find A happy peaceful reft ; Guide my fiu<5tuating heart Into the fold of gofpel-grace ; Kever from thy child depart. Till I the crown poffefs. 6. From the world's deluflve fmilcs. And from my houfhold foes. From the ferpents fubtle wiles Save me, and plead my caule : Hold me faft in thy embrace. And arm me wich the (hield of faith. Till r fee thy fmiling face Amidft the pangs of death. TE S U S, with uplifted hands Mark'd with wounds fo bloody, 'Midfl: his cnofen people flands, /TjrlO // ?jiiV Cheriiliing his body. yH^T^ * ^ 2. From thy fulnefs, Lord, impart Grace and peace for ever; Let us drink from thy pierc'd heart Life as from a river. 3. We would nothing taflc or knoir. But Thee crucified.* [22) Let thy blood on each heart flow. Till we're fandlifled. 4, To enjoy thy death and fmart. Lord, our fouls do languifli ; Deep imprefs on every heart All thy pain and anguifh. 5. When we feel thy love's flrong flame. Sin is difpofTefsed : Grant us this, O gracious Lamb, When we are difl:refsed. 6. As thy crofs's fubje£ls .w€ Wait thy fpirit's motion ; Where and when to follow thee, Shall be our devotion. 7. To thy name for evermore Be praife and glory given ; ^ ISone on earth will v e adore, i None but Thee in heaven, j y^^^i .J.Ttr XV Y Saviour's love runs thro' and thro' my heart, While 1 review his fufferings and fmart ; Fain wou'd I chaunt his praife while l^re beneath, And mention make with gladnefs of h?^,death. 2. Up Calv'ryJ'S mount the Man of forrows climbs. In weaknefs drsrgs along* his wearied limbs ; Upon his fhoulders raw^he bears the wood, Bedew'd, befmear'd with his own precious blood, 3. Uplifted there an enfign he is made. And with his blood our debt immenfe hath paid. What torture then affailsj^what keeneft fmart Strikes thro' his foul, and wounds his very heart f ( ^3 ) 4- He makes atonement for the creature's fin. He wipes away each deep contracted ftain, Wreftles beneath the curfe of Sinai's law. And all the pains of hell doth undergo. 5. He reconciles the attributes divine. And makes each with peculiar luftre fhlne ; He bears our doom, fuftains our heavy load, And labours hard beneath the wrath of God. 6. Weep, weep, ye fons of men, relenting vle\v His facred body rack'd and ilain for you ; Behold his mangl'd perfon, bath'd in gore. His pierced hands and feet fo rudely tore. 7. ^ere look and love The God of nature dies; No other ranlom_ could for fin fuffice. Learn to account all other matters drofs. And triimiph only in the Saviour's crofs. XVL OD E A R E S T Saviour, pleafe to look on me. And draw my heart with cords of love to Thee* fave me from the world s enfnaring bait,. And grant that I may humbly on Thee wait,. 2. Thou know'ft haw apt I am, O Lord, to change^. "7s How oft my thoughts upon the world do range ; / Keep them, dear Jefus, keep them conflantly Steady, unfliaken, qver fix'd on Thee, 3. Sometimes I tafle of thy refrefliing grace 5- And then for other things there is no place ; My heart doth fwccily fiow with lave to Thee 5. 1 prove the grace for ev'ry comer free. 4. Oh ! that I were bur always in this frame;. How cou'd I love and praise my Saviour's nameJ Thus, thus, O Jefus, let it ever be ; Then will X fmg thy praife et^i'iiallyv, , ( 24 ) RISE up, my fpoufe, thy Bridegroom wait^ Unwearied at thy temple's gates Thy fainting foul to chear ; Open to me, I will thee blefs ; rfl cloath thee with my righteoufnefs. And diilipate thy fear. 2. All reasoning thoughts I will remove^ Give thee to feel my dying love. Thy foul to captivate ; Upon my head the dews diftill. The cooling drops my locks do fill. While I to bLefs thee wait. 3. "What plealing voice- is this I hear ? Soul, 'tis the Lamb thy Mafter dear, 'Tis Jelus none but he : Oh ! bid me, Jefus, bid me come ; And take a weary trav'lcr home ; I long to be fet free. 4. Let my poor foul in Thee find refl. Of ev'ry burden me divcft ; Clearly thy love difplay; Screen me beneath the cooling fliade, "Which was for weary pilgrims made To chear them by the way. XVIII^ir. OH ! how glorious is that myflery. Into which the Angels look and pry I' Who can tell the height and depth, Know the utmoft length and breadth Of that love, which forc'd the Lamb to die ? 2. We are learners in the fchool of grace. Fueling fometliing of the blood-bought peace; Tho* 'tis little that we know Of the Saviour here below ; Yet we loon fhall fte him face to face. 3. Oh ! what raptures then (hall fill each tongue^ When our hearts with gladncf^ join in one, To ling glory to the name Of the worthy flaughier'd Lamb, And his grace with, thankfulnefs to own. 4. Then the Saviour Ihall himfelf difplay. And his perfon fli?li fuch povv'r convey ; That our fouls muft leave their drofs Purg'd by virtue of the crofs ; And fpring forth into eternal day. XIX .\/^ T HE God, whofe fmiles we courts Whofe favours wc do claim ; Whofe love alone new life imparts. And gives the heav'nly fiame; Is none, but the meek Lamb, Our dear exalted Lord ; "Whofe grace and Ipirit ilill remain To blefs us in his word. 2. His promife is the fame His church below to blefs j When they alfemble in hi5. name To lupplicate his grace ; A train of finners poor He will nor cafl behind ;. But keeps his word for evernlore. And bears us on his mind. 3. To our relief he files. He flies from realms above ; Anfwers our pra-yVs in f^veet replies^ And tokens of his love : 1 ( 2^ ) Shall we not witnefs bear How faithful he hath been ; And boldly to the world declare, We've his falvatlon feen ? 4. Yes, if thou'lt help us. Lord, Thy name we will confefs ; And fpeak of Chrift the living word. The Lord our righteoufnefs. We'll mention to his praile The triumphs of his death; And fing his everlafting grace, £v'n with our latefl breath. XX. Cb. WH E N to Calv'ry's mount I haflen And my Lamb in fpirit fee ; ToxturM, mangl'd, and forfaken. As he there expir'd for me; O how fweet a pro(pe6t this is ! O how pleafant is the grace I "When I with a thoufand kiifes Can his wounded corple embrace. 2. Peter-like I then am caring How to tabernacle here; His love-marks are fo endearing, Scourges, wounds and ev'ry fear : Here alone his fheep find pafture. Here they feed, and fafely lie ; Here no unforfeen diffafter Jefu's lambs can terrify. 3, Conftantly I here might center. Did not my unliable heart yoolilhly let trifles enter, And from my dear hulband flart s C 27 ) oh ! *tis that alone that grieves me, T his alone creates my pain ; *Tis not in his heart to leave me. Mo : He changeltfs doth remain. 4. Ohi my Lamb, I afk a favour. Let my foul from henceforth be Rooted, fettled, grounded ever r On Thee to eternity. — -A'- Call ne back but not in anger, If I chance to f\ray from Thee ; Timely then I fliun the danger ; Grace prevents my mifery.. S^, XXI. XtOiie T)ufLn^^c/> WH E N by faith I fee i'th gardcii ^ Jefus fweating for my foul. Bearing on his heart my burden ; .^ My flout heart begins to fall; \ Likewife when I fee him bearing - ^ Up the hill the heavy wood, And the place where whips did tear hini^' While he patient lamblike flood. t. When I read this doleful flory. Oh ! it gives me great concern; Thus to bruife the Lord of glory. Oh ! my inmofl bowels yearn s Sinner, come, look at him yonder; Then thou'lt furely love, like me. Him, whofe love than death was ftrongcr. Dearer than his liberty. 3. Still I love him and adore him, W hile in life I am confin'd ; I will lay my wants before him. For I find him ever kind ; Like us was he found in fafhioli With us for to fympathizc : "A ( 28 ) Oh \ IS heart is all compaflion : Broken hearts hell ne'er defpif^* 4, Still, O Lord, I would, like Mary, Lie in peace at thy pierc'd feet ; Free from life's perplexing hurry, ♦Thy tormented corpfe to greet; Here I can in fafety harbour ; Here at leifuie I recount All the tedious toil and labour Thou fuftaihd'ft on my account, 0^;^xxII.^Wes?(,f Lam// AH ! my redeeming Lord, Was ever Jove like thine ! JTor ever be that name ador'd, Which, fav'd this foul of mine 5 So deeply funk in fm. So proud and fo perverfe : The rebel nature rul'd within, And I obey d its courfe. 2. A wanderer abroad In fill's high-way I ftray'd, Forgetful of my dying God ; And thet e had ever llayM j Had He, whom I abus'd. Forgot his Cirelefs one ; Or his falvation me refus'd j The wretch had been undone. 3. But He in love pafs'd by, Whicti wound' d me with fmart| My blafted hopes begun to die. And forrow fill'd my heart .* Thus inwardly diftrefl, I funk beneath his feet ; And humbly fmiting on my breaft, For mercy did entreat. ( 29 ) 4. Quickly fhone forth the Hghe In blaze of gofpel-day ; And Chrift appear'd before my fight, And took my fms away. I found my heart reliev'd And flay'd npon my God^ The gofpel-record I believ'd, And felt the fprinkling blocd 5. And now my one concern Shall be to tell his praife ; And in the fchool of grace to learn Thankfgiving all my. days : My deareft Lord, renew The evidencing pow'r ; And let a melting (hame enfue To keep me low and poor. ^,/J, XXIII. J]. ooe Divine. f^i/> BRIDE of the Lamb, up to the fkiea. Let daily praife, like incenfe, rife To join with theirs above. Worthy is he, that once was ilain A race of rebels to regain. To have our choiceft love. 2 . Into this ark with great amaze The winged Seraphs wond'ring gaze. Redeeming love to trace ; Should mortals, who in part have found Redemption thro' the Saviour's wounds^. Refufe to fliout freegrace ? o. Cry then to our Redeemer dear, (He loves his people's voice to hear,) Tho' men and devils frown .• K'er long we him in clouds fhall Ci^^ gio^ithed in po p and majefty,. ■ His ra- .om'd flock.. tft.o^^.. 1. 30 ; 4. Show'r dftwn thy grace, O Jefus, now -. Thro' every velTel let it flow, Each fick'ning plant to chear j Rooted in Thee, O may we ftand Unfhaken, waiting thy command. And love thy voice to hean 5. In fpint, Lord, let m Thee greet. And fit with Mary at thy feet T u , ^^?^"g ^o ^ee Thee'tom plr!'?:! """* ^'?'/ '"^ ^^"^^ ' ^ikewife ITels d down with our infirmities, And pain'd with pricking thorn. f. Freedom to every heart proclaim • In every heart, O Jefus, reign ; £ach prifoner fet free ; Cure, Jellis, each diforder'd mind- Cive every one with joy to find ' Eternal life in Thee.. H 2,^' T ^f «^'^> ^^^I I exprefs -rxr- J^^ P'^^^"^ happinefs I fhare ; With joy my hearx can now confefs, 1 hat Jelu s name is written there. 2. I, who on hufks but lately fed A prodigal eftrang'd from God/ Now eat the true and heav'nly bread And feed on more than Angel's food; 3. He clafps me in his arms of m-ace ^.^^u.,"" x'¥ "^^ ^^'" ^'' Wood-bouPht-one- \ While I thro^ faith behold his face ^ ^ And feel I'm his adopted [on. ' ' 4. Sunk in love's bottomlefs abyfs With Saints and Angels now I join; ( 31 ) 1 trannot but the Lamb carefs ^In melody, and fongs divine. 5. Yet Ml I inly thirfi-, while hete, The happy life of faith to live ; >Iore choice and riper fruit to bear. Till I on Sion's (bore arrive. 6. Let me purfue the path begun, Gladly therein my days to fpend ; Till all my pilgrimage is done. And faith and hope in glory e'nd« DI D Lameck*s fon an ark provide, The little remnant fafe to hide From the o'erflowing deluge ? Which, high above the earth did rife, Teem'd thro' the windows of the ikies, And fwept away each refuge : Their fm Had been Creat and crying. Sorely grieving The Lord Jefus ; Who in patience long puHues us. 2. Like them, O Lord, I did provoke Thy love, and the right path f orfcok. Thereby thy fplrit grieving : Yea, when thou didft my heart o'ercomcj -From Thee I foolifhly did run To things tho' unrelieving : I found No ground To abide in. Or rcfide in Out of danger From die hand of the avenger. C 32) 3. Put forth thy hand, (thou loving Friend, Once in a flelhly frame confin'd,) Which often blefs'd thy people j Pull me fafe into Salem's tent, il^Ieafe me from my banifliment. And make me thy difciple : Convert My heart. That my fpirlt In thy merit Still may center : And for full falvation venture. 4. With thy pure love fill my poor heart; Apply thy blood to every part j Then tho' the waters threaten. And fiercely do my foul afiail, JThe gates of hell can ne'er prevail 5 I Ihall remain unihaken t Till I Do fiy To the mountain. Where the fountain Of rich pleafures ^iows at thy right hand in rivers* XXVI. J.^ H E N to the crofs I raife my eyes, My heart is fill'd with flrange furprize My Jefus to difcover ; I bow in filence, and adore His facred perfon bath'd in gore. And weep o'er him my lover j To fee How he There doth languifh Thro' Att}^ anguifh, Life regaining ; ft ace for fmuers thus obtaining. (33 ) i2. With lamblike meeknefs he fujflairis Sin's curfe, and death's m oft bitter pains In lieu of guilty traitors; He lies beneath AJmighty frowns. His heart is rent with fighs and groans ; Yet burns towards his creatures .• I thirft, Says Chrift; While his body Pierc'd and bloody Love prockinleth ; Love whi«h never never faileth. 3. One reads it in each open 'd vein; Difcerns it in each flowing ftrearn. While he the world redeemed: My Lord, I own Thee my Belov'd ; Unto my iieart Thou art approv'd, And more than life efteemed ; Dear Lamb, I am Quite amazed, And abafed Thro' thy mercy, Love divine and tender pity. 4. AVith me felf ever be abhorr'd; The Nazarene my only Lord, My heart's chief joy and conifort; This be my portion all my days. By faith my Saviour to embrace, And honout him my confott : Adieu To you, Worldly pleafures ; I have treafures In my Saviourj £ will triumph in his favour* ( 34 ) ^. 6h ! ihat my God I ftilly knew^ That I his wounds might always view Therein to find my heaven ; To prove his blood the healing balm 5 To look upon each heav'nly palm, And read my name engraven : Then I , Would cry, / my Saviour, Thou art ever Moft delicioii^ /' *Midft ten thoufand lovers precious, Y^ weary wanderers draw near, That know no fojid peace or reft; Lay by each doubt and anxious fear. And lean upon your Saviour's breaft ; Alps ftolen fruit that can be found To chear the foul on nature's ground. -2. Come, for the gofpel bids you eome, Jefus for finners bled and died ; The facted word reports there's room ; The Lamb he woes you for his bride ; Your fouls (hall find a refting place In arms of everlafting grace. 3. The day of fmall things don't defpife; By poverty encreafe your ftore ; The happy foul, that's truly wife. Can richer grow by being poor : To melt in love, to fink in ihame, This be my wiih, be that my flame ] 4. Give me a fympathizing foul To bear thy lufferings on my heart, Thy pain and agonizing toil j l^or let mc from this vifion part s (35} Then fhall I heartily rejoyce, -And raife to Thee my grateful volce^ 5, All earthly objeifls now give way, Nature and creature both refign ; On Thee by faith myfelf Til Iky, And tafte the power of love divine : Redemption in thy blood I've found,. My anchor's caft on facred ground. xxvm. d/J. Up to the land where Jefus reignx At his Almighty Father's fide, Let pi-aifes rife in highefl ftrains : Tor why ?• the conqu'ror freely died. 2. Guilty at juflice's bar we flood, Then flew the Lamb to our relief*. With garments dy'd in his own blood, Expir'd beneath our fm and grief. 3. God's threaten'd judgments to remove. Our ev ry enemy to foil; Stronger than death was Jefu's lov£ : v>h I come and be his crofs's fpoil. 4. Unfprinkled with his blood we die Die ; never to behoy his face ; '" In vain wc to the roqks ihall cry To fave us from the dire difgrace. 5. 1 he offered mercy now receive ; Fix on the rock, where Ifrael flands; He' loves the hclplefs to relieve ; He holds the pardon in his hands. 6 And (hali he call, and we refufe? Shall Jefus court and we de^y ? How dare we thus his grace abufc ? lurn fmnsrs, turn ; wl>y will you cjie > THE God of falvation, Jehovah by name, . Who yefterday, now, and for ever's the lame • From earth and hell's borders me, me He hath fav'd, And death of its fling hath my Jefus bereav'd. 2. No ghaftly appearance it now can put on; Of this 'tis depriy'd, for the battle is won : Yea, world, fiefti and devil from me muifl: recede. And leave me for Jefus, becaufe he did bleed. 3. His blood is my ranfom ; the captive is his, Redeem'd from my bondage to enter on blifs : A fon thro' my birth, by adoption an heir, The kingdom of glory with Jefus to fliare. 4. His blood my fms drowneth, and fpeaks them forgiv'n, Bought me a poor flave to be freeman of heav'n ; And gain'd by atonement the favour divine ; Thro' which the pofrelTion at laft fhall be mine. 5. His fpirit, as witnefs, as earneft, and feal Of all thefe rich bleifings, I inwardly feel ; His whifpers divine do my freedom proclaim, And opens an union with God and the Lamb : 6. An union whofe bonds are both ftedfaft and fure,* In which I thro' grace can live happy and pure; 'i he bridegroom's embraces with rapture I know ,* And all thro' the blood which from Jefus did flow. 7. What tho' I'm fo helplefs, I know he'U fupply My weaknefs with grace,, as I on him rely ,• And I ll^all be happy the Lamb to adore, And praife him, now, henceforth, and for evermore.. o M Y Lamb ! I've often mufed On thy wond'rous love to me; Ho-W I have the fame abufcd ; ^' Slighted; difregarded Thee ; ( 37 ) To 'thy Church and Thee a flrahger, lieas'd with what, difpleafed Thee; 'Loft, yet could perceive no danger. Wounded, yet no wound cou'd fee. 2. But unwearied Thou purfu'dft me;l Still thy calls repeated ca-me ; 'Till on Calvary's mount I view'd Thee Bearing my reproach and blame ; Then I blulh d with fhame, and forrow'd. Thus to fee each mangl'd limb ; Hands, feet, fide, and back all furrow'd.; . 'Till blood round thy Crofs did fwim. ,3. I no more at Mary wonder. When I fee her all in tears-; When her ardent zeal I ponder To find out her Mafter dear ; No : fhe fenfibly was melted By her Lord's attrafting pow'r .• How could he then be neglecfted ! How cou'd file but love him more I 4. Oh ! my Lamb, let Mary's feeling EvYy hour in me abide ; , Sin (hall then, however plealing. Never me from Thee divide; Led by this divine fenfation Flowing from each open'd wound, I ^all in whatever ftation Be content, and faithful found. V ^^ XXXL J^ov^iiyi^^^^ s^^ry A V I O U R, can'ft Thou love a traitor, Can'ft Thou love a child -of wrath ? Can. a heli-defcrving creature Be the purchafe of thy death ? /^ Mc, -who lias my hands Imbrued In thy all-atoning blood ; Me, who has my Saviour wounded, Can'ft Thou pardon, O my God ? 2. Is thy blood (b e/Ecacious, As to make my nature clean ? Is thy facrfice fo precious, As to free me from my fin ? €an this evil filthy nature E'er be dean, or pure, or whok' ? Can thy grace, my dear Creator, Purify my fpotted foul ? 3, Hell within my foul doth center ; And my heart's a den of thieves : Merchandizing fpirits enter ; This thy holy Spiirt grieves : Welt'ring in my blood, I languifh For the twilight of thy grace; Fill me, I.amb, in lieu of anguifii V\ ith the blefiing of thy peace, 4. See me in my prefept ftation ; View me in my grievous frame. Wallowing in my own corruption, Gafping for a Saviour's name : p€ter-like I fink, I periih. Save me, Lord, or elfe I die ; With thy grace my faintings cherifli 5 View, O view me, as I lie. 5. Sin on every hand furrounds me ; No acquittance can I hear ; Pangs of unbelief confound me; Oh ! my grief I cannot bear : Here then is my refolution At thy dcarcfi: feet to fall ; Here I'll meet with condemnation, Or a freedom from my thrall. ( 39 } 6, Kow deny thy grace and mercy. If thou can'ft, to wretched me ; Lay afide thy love and pity, If Thou can'f], and let me die ° If I meet with condemiration, Juftly I deferve the (a me ; If I meet with free falvation ; 1 will magnify thy name. XXXIL ^^Jl^ HO W bleil are they whofe feet have foORtl The way unto Immanuel's ground ; And itedfaftly do walk therein, Far from the crooked paths of fin. 2. Their weary fpirits Iweetly reft Contentedly on Jefu's breaft ; They lb much of his mercy prove, As that they cannot help but love. 3^ In peace their heart^-cnjoy the Larab^.. Who once was wrapt in human frame j. They view within his bloody rays The objedl of eternal praife, 4. His Ipirit fhews their fins forglv'n. And feals them for the heirs of heav'n * , And gives them patience here to wait,. Till Jefus them to blifs tranllate. 5. He arms them 'gainft tlie evil day ; And while in heart with him they ftay^ He girds them. with his mighty pow'r. And brings thati thro' the. trying hourv. 6. Then refl:,liy fo\iI, upon thy Loi\i^. Ev'n Jefus Chrifl the living v/ord ; And then thy joy (liall ne'er decay^ Till it break out iji endlels day. C40) FAR from my God I long have flray'J^ Guided and rul'd by nature's fire ; My lufts I eagerly obey'd, And gratify'd each vain defire : A creature vile, a foul unclean, A wand'rer have I been in fm. 2. Pudi'd on by Satan's envious rage^, Thro' paths forbidden did I rove ; Againft my Lord in heart engage, Forgetful of redeeming love : Pleafures of fenfe flill bore the fway, J And led the captive. Have away. 3. Thus did I wander far from home, Far from my Father's hcmfe of peace y 'Till Jefus gently bid me eome, And Iway'd my foul with fov'reign grace i. He cries ; " Come hither, mine thou art> '^ I heard the call ; it reach'd my heart. 4. Qiiickly to him mty thoughts were drawn,, "With joy my Bridegi-oom to embrace j All my affections join in one To laud him for this act of ffrace :. In duft and a (lies I abhor My fmful felt for evermore. 5. Ah ! Lord to Thee what have I done ? How oft thy calls of grace withilood I How vainly worihip'd Thee unknown, 'Till conquer'd by thee pow'r of blood t At laft tbro' Thee I pardon prove, And live a monument of love. 6. By fin no longer I'm deceiv'd ; Ko more it's whiiperings attend ; I know in w4iom i have bcliev'd ; On whom for mercy I depend ; C 41 ) Grouhclcd on Chrift the cprner-ftone '^ I'll live aiid die to him alone. XXXIV. ^/^' ^ O VV {hall I fpeait my Saviour's worthy Or tell the love he bears to me ! Shall I begin to fmg his birth, And follow him to Calvary ? *. Yes, this Til tell my brethren dear^ And call them to receive his grace :, For now his righteoufnefs is near. And free for all the fallen race> 3. His tender arms are open fiili Returning finners to receive ; Steady his mind, and fixt his will. To fave whoever iliall believ^v 4. Ye pris'ners, to the refuge fly. His wounds, a covert from the. florjn. ; "Why {hould you languilh here and die. When fav'd you may be from althaim ?; 5. He waits with pardons in his hand, And longs that you the fame might fhare ;, Come, fmners, at his mild command ; His name forbids your hearts to fear. XXXV. ,/:^ EAR Lord, we crave tliy prefencc |; W^e third: thy grace to prove ; W'^e cannot bear thy abl'encc, Kor live without thy love ; Come, make us all one fplrit In Thee, otir common Lord ; And let thy blood aud merit True gladnefs heie afford. ( 4^ ) 2:. Thy infinite compaiHon Once mov'd Thee to come down j. To work out our falvation, Thou lefc'ft thy Father*s throne : Again repeat the favour. And make our fplces flow ; And let us feel the favour Of thy perfumes below, 3. O fweeteft blelTed Jefus, Now fpecify thy worth ; And let thy name be precious. As ointment poured forth s. Difplay thy bloody banner Before the eye of faith ; And get thyfelf the honour. Both in. our life and death* vJyCxxxvi. r> ■ ) COME, defcend, O heav'niy fpiri%. Fan each fpark into a flame ; Let us bleflings, Lord, inherit, Blcilings, that we cannot name : Whilft Hofannahs we are finging. May our hearts in rapture move ; Feel frefh grace in them ftill fpringing y^ Breathe the air of purefl: love. 2. Let us fwim in grace's ocean, Float on that unbounded fea ; Guided into pure devotion. Kept from paths of error free ; On thy heav'nly manna feeding, Screen'd from every envious foe : Love, O love, for finners bleeding, Whither from Thee ihall \vc ga f (43 ) §. Keep US, Lord, Hill in communiciSl Daily nearer dratvn to Thee ; Sinking in the my flick union Of the Church's myftery ; Keep us, fafe from each delufion, Well protedled from all harms -; Free from fin and all confufion : Circle us within thine arms. 4. Let faith view thy body brbkefe For us worms upon the tree ; Thy blood fhed be our fure token, That, my God, w'ere lov'd of Theft Grant us fruits of thy dear oiF'ring ; May our fouls the bklTmg prdve ; AVarm our hearts firfl with thy fufPring, Then our tongues fhall praife thy lov«. DEAREST Hufband of thy purchasM bri(fe> From thy fulnefs be her wants fupply'd; Yield to each a due increafe ; Water all the plants of grace "With the blood-flr^am gufhing from thy fide. 2 . Make thy Zion blofTom like a rofe -; All her borders gracioufly inclofe ; Keep us undefil'd and clean, Free from all the fpots of fin ; Conquer in us all our inbred foes. 5. Guard thy children from the tempter '-s powV> 'Till their warfare in the world be o'er ; From his malice us defend ; Keep us fafe unto the end. Humble, happy, uncorrupt, and pure. 4. Then fhall we triumphantly arile, M tFncumber'd by her fiber's care, She hung upon her Lord. 2. Unwearied at his feet She fupplicating lay ; Here for the blefTmg did (he wait, Nor empty went away. His every look was dear. Dear to the humble faint ; Here did fhe Ipofe in love her fear ; Here did (lie loofe her want. 3. Her care was at an end. Her mis'ry muft depart; Sh£*d got her neareft deareft friend Into her houfe and heart. But cumber'd Martha cries, Mafler, how can ft 1 hou fee My Sifter unconcerned lie ; Oh ! bid her ferve with me. 4. Martha, our Lord replies. Thou haft a cumber'd heart; 7'hy Sifter Mary, truly wife. Hath chofe the better part. Come, Friends, piirfue with care, T ill Mary's path you find ; Why ftiould the world your hearts enfnare T Leave Martha's things behind. c 45 ; 5. Arife, your garments (hake. Put Jcfu's armour on ; Fight, 'till you happinefs partake, Fight, 'till you gain the crown : • Soldiers of Ghrift, arife. After your captain go ; "Who fought his way to paradise Thro' dreary /cenes of woe. i/^'z:^ XXXIX. ^/ne IthtLj Tidorer. f^ ompafTionate Bridegroom, my Shepherd, and Friend, ^^ 1 hy child from the fury of i atan defend; Thy prefence continue, thy ble/Tmg convey, And grant me a fpirit to praife and to pray. 2. Prevent and aiTift me, and fo (hall I run ; And perfe6\ witliin me, the work Thou'/l begun; And then let the world me reject and defpife, 7hy grace for my wants (hail for ever fuflice, 3. A mind quite refign'd, Lord, impart unto me, Affeftions from trifles quite weaned and free; JVIay nothing take place, nor partake of my heart, Which may caufe my Saviour, or me any fmart, 4 Still go Thou before me, and guide me aright ; * Thy grace be my feeling, thy wounds niy deligHt ; Thy will be my pleafure, thy honour my aim ; My element only, the blood of the Lamb, 5. This, this, be my portion; thy beauty my fong; Thy name and thy praifes flill dwell on my tongue : Dirtift by thy fpirit my anions and ways ; \ So fball I inherit thy bleffing always. 6. Amen God Jehovah, in me now fulfill Whatever Thou pleafeft, whate'er is thy will: I poor daft and alhes, my all do reflgn. And wiih tkit my heart may be thiue and not mine. (46) ]E S U, Jefu, King of saints, "^^ * ^ Known to Thee are all my wants ; Self-convi£led, lelf-abhor'd, I approach Thee, deareil Lord. 3. Known to Thee whofe eyes are flame, • I thy love and pity claim ; With an eye of love look down; , Help, O help me very foon. 3. Still I feel a flefhly part, Much corruption in my heart ; Oh \ I'm very vile indeed, . Of thy blood I fure have need. 4. Break, O break this heart of flone^ Form it for thy ufe alone; Bid each vanity depart, Build thy temple in my heart. «j. This be my fupport in need. That Thou didft fo freely bleed ; Hence, my hopes and joys arife From thy bloody facrifice. 6. This confirms me when I'm weak, Comforts me when I am fick ; Gives me courage when I faint. Well fupplies my ev'ry want. 7. Saviour, to my heart be near, Kxercife the Shepherd's care ; •Gu^ my weaknefs by thy grace, , Let me feel a conftant peace. J-^ E S U S, vouchfafe to hear the cry Of a poor feeble heart ; i I 47 J Reach out thy hand and draw me nigh, Nor let me thence depart. 2. My flate deplorable appears, Clearly the fame I fee ; But yet alas f can fhed no tears. Nor feel my mifery. ^3. Beneath thy word, the gotpel worcf, Carelefs and cold I fit ; My heart is hard, extremely hard. Dear Jefus, foften it. 4. To others. Lord, Thou doft convey Thy cheeritig beams when crav'd ; . And mull I ever go away Empty, and unreliev'd. c. Thunder upon my heart, dear Lord, And make each corner ihake ; That I may melt beneath thy word, And of thy blifs partake. 6. Lord, give me patience, give me more^, Untill that hour appear. When I in heart can Thee adore,. And feel Thee inly near. D XlAhJ^^ ]S^os&i^>iJl3u>'b. EAR Lord, attend my pray'r. And all my wants relieve ; j Gome to my heart, and dwell Thou there, ,» That Thou in me may*ft live. | 2. En weaknefs I draw nigh Unto the throne of grace ; Anfwer the finners mournful cry, And fill me with thy peace, 3. Thou read'ft my naked breaft. For liberty I /»roan ; ( 4S > X %h In Thee, my Lord, to re/!^ And wor/hip Thee alone. 4. Fain would I hate my fin, m-ii II ^"r P"""^^^ ^" thy love^ T^ll all be fanaified within. And my whole heart's above. 5. If trials vex my mind, Clofe to thy wounds I'll flee; •. No refuge may I elfewhere find. No refuge but in Thee. ' 6. To Thee I recommend ' My poor and trembling foul ? On 1 hee for future grace depend. Who art my all in all. j[\^^ XLIII. ^L rjj T OH ! that my heart, this very houp l'^^yO '^ lX Might be enamour'd with thy love;. ' " ' ^'"^ That heav'nly fweetnefs, joy, and pow'r* I beg, dear Lamb, this day to prove : O fend it, that I may abide Paithful, and walk clofe by thy fide. 1. Send love into the firmer's heart. That I my pardon clear may feel; Mqy feel the life fpring from thy frnart„ Sin's deadly wounds to cure and heal: Hear, Jelus, hear m.y feeble cry ; I fainting at thy footftool lie, 3 Vain are all other helps befide, ^iich fivours only from Thee ilow ; Other Phyficians have I try'd. Yet on!^ worfe and worfc I grow : Give me by faith to touch thy hem. And bid my runningforc be clean. ( 49 ) THOU Lamb of God once flarn^^ Think now upon thy pain ; And before the mercy-feat Let thy merits interceed ; Plead for us fhy bloody fwcat ^ Pour down bleilings on our head. 2. Our fouls with inmoft (hame Addrefs thy holy name ; Here to find thee inly near, Preftnt to. each waitmg foul: Every drooping linner chear , Breathe thy Ipirit thro' the whole-. 3. M^e finners humbly crave Thy preience here to have; In this place to find Ihee true To thy prcmifes of grace j Still to own the gatherM few. Giving them thy life and peacc» 4. Each hind'rance, Lord, remove By pouring in thy love ; Let thofe gaping wounds of thine ^parkling to our hearts appear ; "W^iih peculiar iuftrc fhine ; Gladden ev'ry^ /inner hers. 5. From thy majeflic throne In mercy, Lord, look down ; View the fouls aihirfl for Thee^ Take them to tliy kind embrace; Each adores \\ ith bended knee All ilie glories of thy grace. 6. No more we want below '1 han Thee, our God, to know ; Thcf to love with keen defire Soften'd thro' the pow'r of blood ; FiH'd with the angelic fire, FilPd with all the life of God . K ' ^" -" ' ZI O N, arife, thy garments fliake • Of thy dear Hulband's warth partaket Oh J call his bleiTings down ; Thy wants are great But Jefus died j. He loves to fee them well '/upply'd ; He makes thy cafe his own. 2. Strangers in heart we lately were. Until our Jefus brought us near By his attradling pow'r; Break out all ye in fongs aloud, "Who feel redemption thro' his blood. And our High-priefl adore^ 3. O Jefus, now we humbly pray ? - 5e gracious to thy church to-day ; Thy faving health impart ; ] The dew of heav'n on us diftill, "With love each empty velfel fill, And chear the drooping heart. 4. Gut ev'ry cord, that binds us here,^ Us from our ev'ry hind'rance tear ; Give us a fingle heart : Give grace to tread down (elf and fin j Give grace eternal life to win. E'er we frooa hcnqe deparjt. ^/.^. XLVI. YE iinners join in praife> To Chrift your Toices raife j: ( 51 ) His due honour loud proclaim^ Who for rebels freely dy'd j IVho, fox all his people's fin. By his blood hath fatisfy'<|. 2. The way he pav'd to God "With drops of his own blood; That whoever fhall believe, Life eternal may obtain ; Sinners, come-»— no longer grieve; There is mercy in the Lamb. 3. Redemption he bath won, ^nd now excludeth none; Far and near he doth reveal Tokens of his pard'ning grace • Glad he would that each fhou'd feel. Triumph in the purchas'd blifs* 4. Since then he is fo kind. Your trifles caft behind ; Dare no longer to refufe The falvation of your Lord; Glory not in the abufe Of the foul-converting word. 5. He calls his children home. And tells them there is room ; Each the pardon may receive , Jefu's bowels inly move, Earnefts of his peace to give. Seals of his eternal love. 6. Who ftarves for want of bread. He on Chrift's flefh may feed; Let the prodigal return Weeping to his Father*s houfe. Where he*ll meet a heart that bums. And a liand to help his woes. J^^M.^/^. XLVIL IT HANK Thee, O my Saviour, That Thou lo loving art; My all I now deliver, The purchafe of thy fmarts In thy dear arm*s embraces I leave my panting foul, To feel tiiofe healing graces, "Which make the Tinner whole. ^, O let me hear continue, Remote from all that's Hn j iAs one of thy retinue Fill'd with thy love divine': It brings a folid feeling Of Thee, and what Thou art, A tned'cine ever healing Unto my linful heart. 3. I love to be ftill viewing '1 hy body mark'd w ith fears ; Abundantly bedewing The earth \\ith blood and tears z This caufes folid thinkirg, While I the fight behold ; In fpirit I am finking. And yet my faith grows bold. 4. It fets my heart on glowing, And melts my eyes to tears ; To fee each blood-ltream tiowing, 'Till all lo red appears: As incenfe on the altar Love flames from Jefu's fmart s Come, finners, take your Iheker Near to his pierced heart : 5. Thence, like as from a fountain, I drink the healing Ibeamj My fins, tho' as a mountnin, i>ink down into a plain ? (^53 ) The thorny path's made even, The rough and crooked ftreight ; My fins he hath forgiven. And eas'd me of that weight. ^j^ XLVIII. (M^U AN D did thy grace, O Jefus dear, x When I was dead in fin, mine ear Incline to hear thy voice ? Have I forgivenefs thro' thy grace ? Have I regained my nadve place ? And do I in thy name rejoice ? 2. O yes ! I feel I am fori^iven, I've got the antepaft ot heaven ; Thy fpirit makes it clear : Thy royal raiment cloaths me round j liedemption thro' thy blood I've found 5 Ko condeninaiion do I fear. 3. Yet 'fore Thee, Jefus, I mud own, I have not this laivation knov.'n By tracing legal ways ; Ko : 'twas thy pow'r ral.s'd me from fin , T hou didft tlie faving work begin ^ lliine be the glory, thine the praife . 4. May I be faithfid to my caU ; In heart ftili freely give up all ; Myfelf to Thee refign : When dangers threaten me around ; Invincible m.ay I be found ; And never from thy wid decline. 5. My feet with holy oil anoint. The dcflin'd path, Thou doft appoint;, Gladly I then v/ill tread : Bedew me with a genial Ihow'r, ^nto my heart thy influence pour; 4ud oie wiUi maana daily. fs.e$S,. ( 54 ) 6 A Single eye, a fpithfiil heart. My Jefus to thy child impart In cvYy fifting hour : Reas'ning's tormenting thoughts prevent - 6ii!I ktep my eye on Thee intent, ' -^fy^. 5*4^3 'lill flight my faith and hope o'crpowV. XLIX. ?^, '-'t^ J <^ T A N D before the Lamb Upon fhe ho y mount ; \Vherc once h bore my fhame. And dy'd on my account: Upon lii> wounds i rent I g.izc, And ravi.h d link in deep amaze. 2. Thofc clefts irv hands and feet. The fignals of his love, IMofl tenderly I greet, As do the saints above:' The rock, from whence the fountain camc^ Siill follows with it's glad'ning ftream. 3. 1 feel a warm defire To tabernacle here ; '7"ill my whole heart's on fire Tv)wards my Jefus dear : iMy fiith prefcnts liini to my view. Upon the crois in bloody hue. 4. My follies I bewaiJs The hardncfs of my heart ; AV^hicli drove each pointed nail. And pave his body liuart ; Altho* hi? mirderer I've been, ,1 rnniom'd thro' the bloody fcene, r. 'Ti^, here I freedom prove, An end of all complaint i (55) 1 he cordials of thy love Refresh me when I'm faint : Thy flefh and b ood my dainties are; The bJeflings of thy crofs I (liare. 6. O felf-debnfing grace ! To think upon his love^ That one fo vile and bafe. Such happirefs fhould prove. At laft with thankfulnefs I tafle The banquets of his marriage-f eafl. L. C^ JE S U S, my Redeemer dear. Pity my complaining ; Full of reasoning and fear. Look upon my ailing. 2. Once I walked undiflurbM, Fear was wholly bani(li*d ; Joyfully I heard thy word, Hereby was replenifl\'d. 3. O 'twas fweet unto my tafle, I was tender-hearted ; Death's dominions were laid wafle. Guilt from me departed. 4. 'Twas my meat and drink always. Thy will to be doing ; In my heart, the well of grace Ev'ry hour was flowing. 5. Now beneath thy word I flay Dead and unconcerned ; Cold I come, and go away. Seldom ever warmed. 6. When thy people joyful run, By Thee are befi iended ; Then I, like the elder fon. Murmuring am offiended. 7. When they friendly fpeak to me. Only to lay open EvVy hind'rance, then I flee; Shame to hear it fpoken. 8. O my Lamb, how is my cafe ? Tell it me O Jefus ! Bring me to my relling-place In thy wounds fo precious. 9. Lead me, as thou dofl thy flock^ - ^ Where the flreams are flowing j Fix, O fix me on the rock ; And order Thou my going. PIRIT of the living God^, Breath a fweet refreOiing breeze To encreafe Secret longrings in my foul ; 'Till the whole Unto Jefus be afpiring, -And for evermore defiring Daily fre/li fupplies of oiL 2, Teach me more how weak I a.nr^ That I may thy treafures value, ^ ^ And continue "Incite thy pierced feet to bow Very low ; And on Thee be ftill dependent, Fill'd with wiQics Urong and ardent^ That 1 may thy fulnefs know* 3. Let me live the life of faith. Having flill the fpirit's fan61:ion. And its un n^ H R 9 u G H o u T the Saviour's life we'trace ^ -* Nothing, but fhame and deep difgrace ; No period elfe is feen ; - - Till he a fpotlefs viftim (eU, Tailing in foul a painful hell, Crmla'd by the creature's fin. ^. On the cold ground, methinks, I fee ^Xy Jefus kneel and pray for me ; For this I him adore ; •Seiz'd with a chilly fweat throughout, Blood-drops did forcfe their palfage ouc' Thro' ev'ry open'd pore. 3, A pricking crown his temples bore j. Wis back with lallies all was tore, Till one the bones might fee ; Mocking they puQi'd him here and t|iere, Marking his way with blood and tears, Prefs'd by the heavy tree. 4, Thus up the hill he painful came ; Round him they mock, and make their game j At length his crofs they rear : And can you lee the mighty God Cry out beneath fin's heavy load. Without a thankful tear ? f. Thus veiled in humanity. He diee in anguiih on tbe tree ; What tongue his griefs can tell ? The fliudd'rlng rocks their heads recline j The mourning fun refu^'d to Ihine, Wiien the Creator fclL ^. Shout, Brethren, ilaout in fongs divine i» He drank the gall, to give us wine To queiidi our parching thirfl : (73 ) S^ititphs, advance your voices liigherj Bride of the Lamb^ unite the quire. And laud thy precious Chrifl ! ' LXIX. 0k^ A V I O U R, I do feel thy merit Sprinkled with redeeming blood \. And ray weary troubled fpiiit Now finds reft in Thee, my God :. I am lafe, and I am happy, • Whilfl in thy dear arms I lie ; Sin and fatan cannot hurt me, Whilfl the Saviour is lb nigh. 2. Now I'll fing of Jcfu's merit. Tell the world of his dear name ; That if any want his fpirit, He is ftiil the very fame : He that afketh, foon receiveth. He that feeks, is fure to find ;. Come, for whofoe'er bellevcth He will never caft behind. 3. Now our counfellor is pleading With his Father, and our God \ Now for us he's interceedin<^ As the purchafe of his blood : Hear ; methinks, I hear him praying. Father, fave them, 1 have dy'd ;. And the Father anfwers faying, I'hey are freely juftify'd. STRANGERS and fojourners below, - We travel thro' this wildernefs ; Seeking the promis'd reft to know In Chrifl:, the fountain of true blifs *. "Wc leek a place beyond the fkics^ Ail (tveilaAing paradi;^. (74) t. In this pTirfuit we ftand in need Of daily frelh fupplies of grace ; Our fouls with manna Chrift mufl: feed. While we his leading footileps trace : So fhall each pilgrim gladly move Onward unto his home above. 3. No earthly joy is worth our flay. Or ftruggle for another breath ; Thefe comforts vanilh and decay. And yield no true folacc in death : "While others vain delights purfue, W''e tafle God's love for ever new. 4. What tho' the world our fouls befiege. And all the fiends of hell combine Together with our fle(h in league, /^ gain ft the family divine : Greater is he whofe pow'r we claim. Than all our adverfe foes can name. 5. His crofs infli6ls the deadly blow. And crucifies each rebel fin ; Peace love and joy hence richly /low, And caufe fweet melody within : Dependent on the God of pow'r. We glory in a fuif'ring hour. 6. ' Tis here we fix the eye of faith And giant-like our cour/c we run -^ With fteadinefs purfue the path, With courage to the mark prefs on : Till we obtain the wiflied-for prize " And take our place above the fkies. ^ 7. The new Jerufalem appears. Her citizens refplendent ihine ; For God hath wip'd away their tear?<^ And fiU'd them with the life divine ,• '* With them we fhall his glory fce^ And praife him thro' eternity. s (75) E ^ Jefus, our deliverer great, Rifmg his via'ry to compkat; In vain's the feal and ftone \ O 2rav€, -whei-e is thy viaory r" ^ Here, here, thy mighty conqu ror kc kifing, he leives the guarded toml]'- ^ A \vhi)e he with his favourites ftay'J; Strength to their feeble fliith convey'di Then mounts the flarry fky ; The heav'ns with acclamations ring To welcome their vi^orious King, ;\nd ftiout aloud his victory . 3. Mindful of all thy favours, now In gratitude we proftrate bow Before thy loving face i. Give all, who are affembled her«. To feel thy refurreaion's pow'r; And fwcetly fing redeeming grace- 4. Clearly to every heart diiplay Thy gaping bloody wounds this day; Eech drooping heart enflame : Refred^'d we'll then unwearied go Along this wildcrnefs below ; And fpread abroad thy righteous fame. 5. Jefus, when will tlie hour appear. That we thy pow'rful call Ihali hear. And round thy throne attend; When Ihall we fee Thee face to f-acs. And join abov« to fmg thy praUe, Eternity therein to fpend. Lxxii^/;^" WHEN firft conviaion feiz'd ray hatt^ I ftruiTgl'd to anloofe the chain ; This but the'more increas'd my fnrnit, i^jid proY'd my efforts all ia vdn ; l*a(Tive at; Jength* I did refign, -And quickly found redemption niin'^, 2. With joy my heart did move along, Blefl with the principle divine ; -t he Lamb the burden of my fong, Vouchlafd with v/armth on me to fliinc I felt the fweets of love incrcafe ; Quite happy were my infant days .' 3. A while I on thefe bleifmgs fed. And deem'd my mountain very flrong; Till all the fcnfe of love was dead, The tokens of his favour gone : Reas'ning again my mind opprefl:. And forrow iiU'd my penfive breafl:. 4. Tried^was my faith, as in the fire 5 No more* I could on feelings lean ; Nor build my hopes on pad defire. Nor on the bell inherent frame ; My faith no more on thefe could {[and, Nor live on prefent flock in hand. 5. 'Twas then the fpirit of the Lamb, "Within my heart afTum'd his place ; And glorified Immanuel's name, And ftampt me with his feal of grace ; The myil'ry from the world concealed, Diftinctly to my foul reveal'd : 6. Tlie holy myftery of faith, Unlock'd, unveil'd, I then did prove ; And grounded on my Saviour's death, Ko more I doubted of his love : Covcr'd with fclf-abafing Ihame, Frer^racc X loudly ^Yid proclaim. {77^ LXXIII. J^crife TJiLnne ^c^ OT H O U tender loving Jel'us, Now thy faving grace impart ; From the world and fatan fave us. Save us from our evil heart : Throw thy arms in mercy open,, Bid, O bid us, Jefus, come; Let aur flinty hearts be broken Falling on the corner-ftone. 2. Here for ever let us center Steady, tho' affail'd by fm ; Forward may wc ftoutly venture^ 'I ill eternal life we win : Bimfh ev'ry reasoning fcruple ; Scatter ev'ry gath'ring cloud ; Our poor hearts, O Jefus, fprinkle With thy precious precious bloo^. 3. When our chearing feelings ficken. And a veil our fouls o'erfpreads; Then with grace Our fphits quicken To raife up our drooping heads? Would our foolirti hearts e'er wander From the fource of real joy ? Call us back, but not in anger, Left thy fury us dellroy. 4. Arm us from thy heav'nly llorehoufci Still difplay thy banner high ; March victorious on before us ; Make the world and Satan fly; When thy mcifenger araigns us To dole up our weary eyes j, Ih that needy hour fuflain ns, Till we grafp the heav'nly priz.'- o (78) J/, ^f-^ LXXIV. J\0ui hca/h/^oL^ J E S U, my God, ^ "^ ^ Come make thine abode "Within my poor heart : O Jefu, come quickly, a Saviour Thou art, 2. Salvation I need, I want to be freed From all my diftrefs ; And feel in my heart the rich blelTrngs of peace. 3. I thirfl: to be thine. To feel Thee within Diffufing abroad Thy love, that my heart may afcend unto God* 4. This, Lord, Thou canfl do. And give me to know My fins are forgiv'n ; ,5Iy treafure laid up in the kingdom of heav*n. 5. Take me as I am, Thy property claim ; My nature refine. And form my afiediions and tempers divine. 6. No more would I breath For obje^ls beneath ; But live to thy praife, advancing in knowledge and growing in grace. — LXXV. Ui^y WHAT objean?cantWsbe.he, * The Seers have foretold, ■ ■ u 1 ^^nrrcfTors number d be, Shou'd with tranlgreuors ^ And for their crimes be lorn- . Yes now I know 'tis he, 'tis he ! "•EVnJefus, God's dear Son; AVraot in mortality to die For crimes, that 1 had done. r O bleffed fight, O lovely forna ^ To finful fouls hue me i rll creep befides him as a worm, Md fee him bleed for me. < rll hear his groans and_ view each wound. Until, with happy Jonn, I on his breaft a place have found Sweetly to lean upon. j; 3/xxxvi. ^,„ ; Me (re, rp H E fmart the angulfn which I feeV 1 Within my heart, who knows r When Jefus doth himfelf concea , When he himfelf withdraws. 2 Veil'd in a cloud my fpirits fail ; tn fick'nina air I breathe ; Mounfu I tread the darkfome vale, The gloomy (hades of death. - For ah ! the comforter's withdrawn ; ^* MV golden days are palt ; In fpirit languilbing I groan, And own the fcourge's juft. _ . Sin leaves it's bitter pangs behind. And fteals away my peace ; ^ ©iftraas with warring ills my mUi". Aiid mafes my Saviour's face. J. i have dcfird my marriage-bed And made my fpoufe depart / Prcfuming in the ftrength I had Pre griev'd my Bridegroom's heart.- 6. My garments I have greatly flain'd. And picrc'd my tender Lamb ; For this my heart is inly pain'd, And iill'd with utmofl ihamc. 7. When ihall thy countenance appear^ And I my joy regain ? When fhalj Ithy'kveet whifpers -hear. And feel thy love again ? S. Fhyfician, deeper daily probe I'he painful noilome lore ; And then apply the healing blood And I Ihall weep no more. ' J^ LXXVir. i^V/7( ty /»e.^-a^,)^t^ TE S U S, let me tafie thy gracr And feel thy piirefr love ; "^ Guard me in this wildernels And nil my foes remove • EvYy hindrance, Lord, wltlulraw A^nd letme reach the promis'd land ; * And while I fbjourn here below' Protect me with thy hand. .:;. u'orldiy pleafiires all are vain;. \ Yet I the trilles lov'd ;. yow I do their charms difdain ; Their emptinels IVe prov\': Only In thy grace I trnf]-, A'nd feel the pleafures of thy love • Only in thy merits boail, And i*? Thee live and"mov?» (8i ) 3. I was Satan's willing /lave^ Till ChriH:, my hcav'nly King^ Pleafecl was my foul to fave From all the pow*r of lin : Me he rais'd from deep defpair. And (hew'd to me his fmiling face ; Heard my llglis and mournriU pray'r, And deck'd me with his grace. .?'vXVIIi; \Xe A jay/nft'e My /aot» IT H A N K Thee, high and mighty One, That Thou didll give thy only Son, To travail in my Head ; I thank Thee for that love divine. Thro' which redemption's grace was mine In ChriH:, before the world was made, 2. I thank Thee, Jcfiis, holy Lamb, For all thy fulfernigs and pain To purchafe my relief/ I thank Thee with unfeigned praife. For all thy bounteous acts of grace^ The purchas'd bleliings of thy grief. 3. I thank Thee, Spirit, for thy care; 'I'hou found'il the roving wanderei: Amidlt the ways c-f lin : And gently cail'dfl me to embrace Kull abfolulion, perfefr peace ; And fixt tliy refidence \i'ithiii, 4 Continue flill thj' graciou<; iiid ; ^. My foul to living waters lead \ IMy third: to fatisfy; \ Con dud ir-e thro* this world of ftrij^; ' l':-- with me on the verge of life ;