367. 8.7. WHITEFIELD's Col. Another. SWEET before the profs I fpend! WEET the moments, rich in blessing, Mercy's ftreams in ftreams of blood; Precious drops, my foul bedewing, Plead and prove my peace with God. Here it is I find my heav'n, While upon the Lamb I gaze; Here I fee my fins forgiven; Loft in wonder, love and praife. May I ftill enjoy this feeling, Find his blood each day more healing, 368. S. M. WATTS'S H. Another. ESUS invites his faints To meet around his board; Here pardon'd rebels fweetly hold For food he gives his flesh, Our heav'nly Father calls Let all our pow'rs be join'd 369. C. M. HILL'S Col. altered. W Another. E blefs the Lord who gave This bread to feaft upon : We blefs the Lord who yielded up His well beloved Son. this cup, How fweet the ftreams of pleasure flow, There faints fhall fee the lovely face And ftand compleat in righteousness, There fhall they all forget to fin, 370. As the 148th. BURY's Col! Another. HERE, Lord, may we admire The riches of thy grace! 'Till thou fhalt call us higher, Who can thy love express? For ev'ry breath. 371. C. M. WATTS'S H. Another. adore bounteous hand, And fing the folemn feast, Where fweet celeftial dainties stand For ev'ry willing gueft. The food's prepar'd by heav'nly art, They spread new life thro' ev'ry heart, Shout and proclaim the Savior's love, Join with your kindred faints above, A thousand glories to the God, 137. 139. The Attraction of the Cross Chrift Dying and Rifing ..... Chrift Dying, Rifing, and Reigning 140. The Paflion and Exaltation of Chrift 148. 160. 166. 173. 182. 192. New-Year's Day. THILE, with ceaseless course, the Sun W Many fouls their race have run ; Never more to meet us here: Fix'd in an eternal ftate, They have done with all below; We a little longer wait 1 But how little, none can know. " All below is but a dream. Thanks for mercies paft receive; 373. L. M. Another. Doddridge, TERNAL God, we blefs thy name: The fame thy pow'r, thy grace the fame: The tokens of thy friendly care Open, and crown, and close the year. |