Y Another. E wretched, hungry, ftarving poor, Where mercy spreads her bounteous ftore, See, Jefus ftands with open arms; He calls, he bids you come: Guilt holds you back, and fear alarms ; Room in the Savior's bleeding heart; O come, and with his children tafte There, with united heart and voice, Ten thousand thousand fouls rejoice, And yet ten thousand thousand more, 321. Helmsley T. WHITEFIELD's Col. At Difmiffion, ORD, difmifs us with thy bleffing, Let us now thy love poffeffing, Trav'lling through this wilderness, With us evermore be found. So, whene'er the fignal's given, May we ever, Reign with Chrift in endless day. D ISMISS us with thy bleffing, Lord, Help us to feed upon thy word, All that has been amifs forgive, And let thy truth within us live. Tho' we are guilty, thou art good, Wafh all our works in Jefus' blood; Give ev'ry fetter'd foul release, And bid us all depart in peace. FA Another. ATHER, before we hence depart, Let him refide in ev'ry heart, And blefs the feed that's fown. 324. L. M. The convinced Sinner encouraged, WHO is the trembling finner, who That owns eternal death his due? Who mourns his fin, his guilt, his thrall, And does on God for mercy call? Peace, troubled foul, difmifs thy fear, Hear, Jefus fpeaks, be of good cheer, Upon his grace and work rely, And thou fhalt never, never die. L THE DEVIL. 325... L. M. WATTS'S H. ET mortal tongues attempt to fing Chief gen'ral of th Eternal King, Against the dragon and his hoft Down to the earth was fatan thrown; Now is the hour of darkness past, Down from the fkies, to rife no more. 'Twas by thy blood, immortal Lamb! Thine armies trod the tempter down; 'Twas by thy word, and pow'rful name, They gain'd the battle and renown. Rejoice, ye heav'ns; let ev'ry ftar 326. L. M. Doddridge. Victory over Satan by the Blood of the Lamb. EE the old dragon from his throne Sink with enormous ruin down! Banish'd from heav'n, and doom'd to dwell Deep in the fiery gloom of hell! Ye heav'ns, with all your hofts, rejoice: Approach your Lord's victorious feat, But whence a conqueft so divine 'Twas from thy blood, thou flaughter'd Lamb, Thy faithful word our hope maintains Triumphant-Lamb, in worlds unknown, "T Satan Repulfed. IS falfe thou vile accufer, go, Think not to drive my trembling foul, |