Nor doth it yet appear, How great they will be made; A Hope fo much divine, May purge their Souls from Senfe and Sin, O Lord, if in thy Love Send down thy Spirit, like a Dove,. To reft upon each Heart. Suffer us not to lie Like Slaves before thy Throne, Let each now, Abba, Father, cry, And thou the Kindred own. Enjoyment of CHRIST. LORD, what a Heav'n of faving Grace, Shines thro' the Beauties of thy Face! Olight our Paffions to a Flame, Then shall we love thy charming Name. Then will a Scene of facred Joy, Our raptur❜d Eyes and Souls employ ; Send Comforts, Lord, from thy right Hand, And And in thy Temple let us fee A Glimpfe of Love, a Glimpse of thee. HYMN LXVII. Glory and Grace in the Person of Christ. NOW OW to the Lord, a noble Song; Hofanna to th' eternal Name, And all his boundless Love proclaim! See where it shines in Jefu's Face, Grace, 'tis a sweet, a charming Theme, Oh that we all may reach the Place, H HYMN LXVIII. Looking to Jefus. OW glorious the Lamb. His Labours are o'er, In In Earth and in Heav'n, Ye Sinners below Then truft in the Lord, Look up to his Arm, His Honour, his Word: Athirst for his Favour, His Godhead adore, Look up to your Saviour, And Joy evermore! DE First and fecond Adam. EEP in the Duft, before thy Throne, But whilft our Spirits fill'd with Awe, We fing thine everlasting Son, Where Sin did reign, and Death abound, Salvation S HYMN LXX. Salvation. ALVATION! O the joyful Sound! A fov'reign Balm for ev'ry Wound, Buried in Sorrow, and in Sin, At Hell's dark Door we lay! Oh may we rife by Grace divine, To fee a heav'nly Day! Salvation let the Echo fly H CHRIST'S Victory over Satan. OSANNA to our conqu'ring King! His Troops rufh headlong down to Hell, There bound in Chains the Lions roar, But heavy Bars confine their Pow's And Malice to the Deep. Hofanna to our conqu❜ring King! Ten thousand Songs and Glories wait: Thy Thy Vict'ries and thy deathly Fame, B A Bleffed GOSPEL. LEST are the Souls that hear and know The Gospel's joyful Sound, Peace fhall attend the Path they go, Their Joy fhall bear their Spirits up, The Lord our Glory and Defence, S1 HYMN LXXIII. Before Prayer. ING to the Lord, Jehovah's Name, When his Salvation is our Theme, With Thanks approach his awful Sight, The Lord's a God of boundlefs Might, Eart! |