O come, and with a smiling face,
Come, fpread the tables of thy grace:
Bring down a taste of truth divine,
And cheer our hearts with facred wine.
Bleft Jefus, what delicious fare!
How fweet thine entertainments are!
Never did angels taste, above,
Redeeming grace, and dying love.
Hail, great Immanuel, all divine!
In thee thy Father's glories fhine:
Thou brighteft, sweetest, faireft One,
That eyes have seen, or angels known!

303. C. M. STEELE.

Intreating the Presence of Christ.

COM

YOME, thou defire of all thy faints,
Our humble ftrains attend,

While with our praises and complaints,
Low at thy feet we bend.

When we thy wond'rous glories hear,

And all thy fuff'rings trace,

What fweetly awful scenes

appear!

What rich unbounded grace!

How fhould our fongs, like those above, With warm devotion rife!

How should our fouls, on wings of love,
Mount upward to the skies!

But ah! the fong, how cold it flows!
How languid our defire!

How faint the facred paffion glows,
'Till thou the heart inspire!

Come Lord, thy love alone can raise In us the heav'nly flame;

Then thall our lips refound thy praise,
Our hearts adore thy name.

Dear Savior, let thy glory fhine,
And fill thy dwellings here,
'Till life, and love, and joy divine
A heav'n on earth appear.

Then fhall our hearts enraptur'd say,
Come, great Redeemer, come,
And bring the bright, the glorious day,
That calls thy children home.

304.

WE

S. M. WATTS, altered.

Lord's Day.

ELCOME fweet day of reft,
That faw the Lord arife :

Welcome to this reviving breast,
And these rejoicing eyes!
Welcome ye faints of God,

To feast on Jefus' love;
Ye happy fouls, redeem'd by blood,
Welcome this grace to prove!
The King himself comes near,
And feafts his faints to-day;
Hear we may fit, and fee him here,
And love, and praife, and pray.
One day, amidft the place
Where my dear Lord is seen,
Is sweeter than ten thousand days
Of vanity and fin.

My willing foul would stay In fuch a frame as this, And sweetly fing herself away To everlafting blifs.

305. S. M.

To-D

Another.

HOSKINS.

O-DAY the Savior rose ;
Our Jefus left the dead;

He conquer'd our tremendous foes,
And fatan captive led.

Rejoice, ye fons of God!

Ye heirs of heav'n, rejoice!
Sound your Redeemer's love abroad
With cheerful hearts and voice!

Tell what the Lord hath done' 1
For Adam's guilty race;

Sing the bright conqueft he hath won, And triumph in his

grace.

He left his glorious throne,

And all the bliss above,

To make Jehovah's counfels known:

The purpose of his love.

For us, his life he paid;

For us, the law fulfill'd;

On him our loads of guilt were laid We by his firipes are heal'd.

Ye faints, adore his name, Who hath fuch mercy fhown; Ye finners, love the bleeding Lamb, And make his praises known.

A

306. As the 148th.

Lord's Day Morning.

WAKE, our drowsy fouls,
Shake off each flothful band,
The wonders of this day

Our nobleft songs demand :
Aufpicious morn! thy blissful rays
Bright Seraphs hail in songs of praise.
At thy approaching dawn,
Reluctant death refign'd
The glorious Prince of life,

In dark domains confin'd.
Th' angelic host around him bends;
Amidft their fhouts the God afcends.

All hail, triumphant Lord,
Heav'n with hosannas rings;
While earth, in humbler ftrains
Thy praise responsive fings:
Worthy art thou, who once waft flain,
Through endless years to live and reign.

Gird on, great God, thy fword, Afcend thy conqu'ring car, While juftice, truth, and love, Maintain the glorious war. Victorious thou, thy foes fhalt tread, And fin and hell in triumph lead.

Make bare thy potent arm,

And wing th unerring-dart,
With falutary pangs,

To each rebellious heart :

Then dying fouls for life fhall fue,
Num'rous as drops of morning dew.

307. Sevens.

NEWTON, altered.

Another.

SAFEL

AFELY through another week,
God has brought us on our way;

Let us now a bleffing feek

Waiting in his courts to-day: Day of all the week the beft; Emblem of eternal rest!

While we seek fupplies of grace,

Through the dear Redeemer's name, Shew thy reconciling face,

Shine away our fin and fhame; From our worldly cares fet free; May we reft this day in thee.

Here we're come thy name to praise; Let us feel thy prefence near; May thy glory meet our eyes, While we in thy house

appear;

Here afford us, Lord, a tafte
Of our everlasting feast.

May the gofpel's joyful found
Conquer finners, comfort faints;
May the fruits of grace abound;
Bring relief for all complaints:
Thus let all our fabbaths prove,
'Till we join the church above.