352. As the 148th.

FELLOWS.

Another.

WIFT time the space had run,
In heav'nly councils known,

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When God's eternal Son,

Should leave his starry throne;
In human form, on earth to dwell;
To fave his chofen ones from hell.

A voice the defert rends;
The hills return the found;
A God! a God defcends!
Prepare the way around!
Repent! confefs your num'rous fins!
Meffiah comes, his reign begins!

To Jordan goes the God,

Where his great Herald stands; And at the fwelling flood

Baptifmal rites demands;

Beneath the tide quick he defcends;
The great event all heav'n attends.

The parting waves retire;
My foul, behold him rife!

Floods of applaufive fire

Flow down the op'ning fkies: While on his head the heavn'ly Dove Descends, and sheds bright beams of love.

An heav'nly voice on high,

The wond'ring nation heard,
Proclaim him thro' the fky,

And bid him be rever'd:

"This is my well beloved Son; "And pleas'd I view what he hath done.”

Yes, Lord, we will revere

Thy great commanding voice;
Thy only Son we'll hear,

And make his ways our choice.
O Lamb of God, how fafe are we,
In paths mark'd out and trod by thee.

353. L. M.

PEACOCK.

Chriff's Commiffion to his Apoftles.

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HEN Jefus rofe and left the dead, To his Apoftles thus he faid ;"All pow'r to me in earth and heav'n, "Is by fupreme commiffion giv'n.

"Go, fpread my gofpel's heav'nly light, "And all the nations profelyte; "Let the whole earth the tidings hear: Regions and kingdoms far and near.

"To them the great falvation preach, "To them my laws and doctrine teach; "And they who in my name believe, *Shall everlasting life receive.

"The name of the great facred Three, "Pronounc'd on the baptiz d fhall be; "But wrath and condemnation lies "On those who dare my grace despise

The Soul conquered by Love Divine.

ORD, thou haft won, at length I yield;
My heart, by mighty grace compell'd,
Surrenders all to thee.

Against thy terrors long I ftrove,
But who can ftand against thy love?
Love canquers even me !

All that a wretch could do I try'd,
Thy patience scorn'd, thy pow'r defy'd,
And trampled on thy laws :
Scarcely the martyrs at the stake
Could ftand more stedfast for thy fake,
Than I in fatan's cause.

But fince thou haft thy love reveal'd,
And fhewn my foul a pardon feal'd,
I can refift no more:

Couldft thou for fuch a finner bleed?
Couldst thou for fuch a rebel plead?
I wonder and adore.

If thou hadst bid tby thunders roll,
And light'nings flash to blast my foul,
I ftill had ftubborn been:
But mercy has my heart fubdu'd,
A bleeding Savior I have view'd,
And now I hate my fin.-

Now Lord I would be thine alone,
Come take poffeffion of thine own,
For thou haft fet me free:
Releas'd from fatan's hard command,
See all my powers waiting fland,
To be employ'd by thee.

355.

Chatham T.

NORMAN.

Thus it becometh us, &c.

HUS it became the Prince of grace,

T And thus fhould all the favor'd race

High heav'n's command fulfil;
For that the condefcending God.
Should lead his follow'rs thro' the flood,
Was Heav'n's eternal will.

'Tis not as led by cuftom's voice,
We make these ways our favor'd choice,'
And thus with zeal pursue:
No, heav'n's eternal fov'reign Lord
Has, in the precepts of his word,
Enjoin'd us thus to do.

And shall we ever dare despise
The gracious mandate of the fkies,
Where condefcending Heav'n,
To finful man's apoftate race,
In matchlefs love and boundless grace,
His will reveal'd has giv'n?
Thou everlasting gracious King,
Affift us now thy grace to fing,
And ftill direct our way

To those bright realms of peace and reft,
Where all th' exulting tribes are bless'd
With one grand choral day.

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Gratitude and Obedience.

ORD, when my thoughts delighted, rove
Amid the wonders of thy love;

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The fight revives my drooping heart,
And bids invading fears depart.

Guilty and weak, to thee I fly,
On thy atoning blood rely,
And on thy righteousness depend;
My Lord, my Savior, and my Friend.

Be all my heart, be all my days,
Devoted to thy fingle praise !
And let my glad obedience prove
How much I owe, how much I love.

Spiritual Circumcifion.

NOME from on high, my King and God,

COME

My confidence thou art:

Display the virtue of thy blood,

And circumcife niy heart.

From heav'n, thy holy place, on me

Defcend in mercy down;

Water of life, I thirft for thee,
To know thee for my own.

Rend, O rend the guilty-veil,

That keeps me from my God;
Remove the bar, and let me feel
That I am thine abode.'.

O might this worthless heart of mine
The Savior's temple be !
Empty'd of ev'ry love but thine,
And fhut to all but thee.