80. C. M. WATTS'S H. ,་ Pardon. THY does your face, ye humble fouls, W What doubts are these that waste your faith, And nourish your despair? What tho' your num'rous fins exceed The ftars that fill the fkies, And aiming at th' eternal throne, 1. Like pointed mountains rise : (1 い What though your mighty guilt beyond The wide creation fwell, And has its curs'd foundations laid Low as the deeps of hell. See here an endless ocean flows It rifes high, and drowns the hills, Awake, our hearts, adore the grace, And pard'ning blood, that fwells above SA 81. C. M. WATTS'S H. Salvation. ALVATION! óh, the joyful found A fov'reign balm for ev'ry wound, A Bury'd in forrow and in fin, 82. C. M. S MIDDLETON'S Col. Salvation Finished. ALVATION thro' our dying Lord, He paid whate'er his people ow'd, Salvation finish'd! charming found! Free grace doth more than fin abound, Salvation, to fweet harps of gold, O thou gracious, wife, and juft, May I always own thy hand- Thee, at all times, may I blefs; 67. 8.7. WHITEFIELD's Col. altered. OVE divine, all love excelling, Fix in us thy humble dwelling, Breathe! O breathe thy loving Spirit Let us all in thee inherit Peace, and joy, and holy reft: End of faith, as its beginning, Come! Almighty to deliver Carry on thy new creation, 68. Ο C. M. Altered by TOPLADY. UR God, how firm his promise stands, He trufts in our Redeemer's hands, Then why, my foul, thefe fad complaints, Since Chrift and we are one? Thy God is faithful to his faints, Is faithful to his Son. Beneath his fimiles my heart hath liv'd, I thank him for the grace receiv'd, Jefus, my God, I know his name; Firm as his throne, his promise stands; And he can well fecure What I've committed to his hands, Then will he own my worthless name And in the new Jerufalem Affign my foul a place. 69. S. M. DODDRIDGE, altered. Grace. G RACE! 'tis a charming found, Heav'n with the echo fhall refound, "Twas grace that wrote my name, "Twas grace that gave me to the Lamb, Who all my forrows took. Grace taught my foul to pray, 'Twas grace which kept me to this day, And will not let me go. "Tis from abounding grace, I daily draw fupplies; Grace is the never-ceafing fpring |