3. Tho' fins exceed a mountain,

Or fands on ocean shore; Yet th'everlasting Fountain

Of Chrift's own purple Gore Quite drowns and washes them away, And faves me from the terror That held me in difmay. 4. My Heart,while here 'tis moving, Shall beat with fervent praise To thee, who wert so loving

On God's free Grace and Spirit;
All our best Works can ne'er defend

A boast in our own merit :
Derived is our Righteousness
From Chrift and his atoning grace;

He is our Mediator.

2. What God commanded in the
Law

Was far beyond our doing:
There finful Nature nothing faw,
But hopeless death and ruin :
The fiery Mount fpreads black
despair,

3.

4,

There's no reprieve nor pardon

there

For us apoftate Wretches.

Who can maintain the bold con-
ceit,

That poor mankind was able
T'obíerve, by means of nat'ral Light,
The first and fecond Table?
The Law reveals the root of fin,
Which lay before conceal'd within,
With all its hellifh branches.
No! 'twas beyond all human Art
To purge that deep Pollution;
Efforts to move the poifon'd dart,
Confirm'd the foul Suffufion.
The Lord a feigned work abhors;
Mere flesh increases but the curfe
Of our intail'd corruption.
5. The Law cried, Juftice muft be
done,

Or men doom'd to damnation :
But Mercy fent th'eternal Son,
Who purchas'd our falvation,
Fulfill'd the Law in its extent,
And gave its Wrath a thorough

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6. Thus having all the Law fulfill'd
Through his bleft Crofs and paffion,
He's now the Rock, whereon we
build

Our faith and whole falvation :

we call him Lord our Righteoufnefs,
Whofe Death has purchas'd life
and grace,

And ranfon'd us for ever.

7. My Faith shakes off all doubt and
fear,

Thy Word can ne'er deceive me ! Thou fay'ft: "No finner fhall defpair;

None perish, who believe thee.
Who refts on God, and is baptiz'd,
Is furely the redeem'd of Christ,
And 'fcapes eternal torment.
8. The man poffeft of Faith that
fhines

In Works of Christian merit,
Is juftified, and bears the figns

Of a confeffing fpirit:

A living Faith's what God regards, Its love doth Good without rewards ;

9.

Art thau of God begotten?
The Law reveals Sin's finfulness,
Inhancing the accufation;
The Gofpel tenders faving grace,
For finners confolation,
Bids all lay hold on Jefu's Crofs;
The Law could ne'er retrieve our
lofs,

With all its beft performance. 10. True genuine Gofpel-Works de

11.A livingHope with patience waits
God's promis'd Confolation,"
Takes the mixt scene of ease and
ftreights

With Chriftian refignation.
God knows the Time for our relief,
T'affwage our greatest pain and
grief;

In him we have affiance.
12. Be not caft down, when he delays
To crown thy Expectation;
He then is nearest, when thy ways
Seem full of defolation;
On his eternal Word rely,

Ear to thy wav'ring heart deny,

And truft in thy Redeemer.
13. To Father, Son and holy Ghost
Immortal praife be given :
Whofe Paffion did reftore men loft,
He's all the Song of Heaven:
May Jews, and all the Gentile-Race
Soon call thee, Lord, their
Righteousness ;

Thy Name be ever hallow'd. 14. Thy Kingdom come, thy Will be done,

As 'tis by faints in glory;
With daily Bread our tables crown ;
Forgive our Sins before thee,
As we forgive our debtors here;
Let no Temptation breed defpair;
From Ill redeem us! Amen.

All Scripture joins th'affertion. I thank thee much, that we've in fuch

Clear times our lot and portion.
2. The Light breaks out, dispelling
doubt,

None can deny its fplendor:
My God! that Crew with pity view,
Who ftill thy Glory flander,
And ftiffly lean to dreams of Men,

Which all to ruin haften;
To them make known what can alone

Give Life, thy Word's great leffon.
3. Would'ft thou be (man) a Chriftian?
Right Faith is the foundation;
Fix well thy Trust, whereon thou
muft

Build hope's and love's probation;
Alone herein on CHRIST recline :

To Neighbours Love be shewing,
Keep Confcience free, Heart's purity,
Peace 'bove the world's bestowing.
4. O Lord, 'tis thou muft this bestow,
And that of pureft Mercy!.
Who it can gain, is a freed Man:

Let fight against him fiercely
Both Spirit's realm and this World's
scheme,

Him and thy Word to master,
Yet fmall before Thee is their pow'r,
Thy Work's but rooted faster.
In thefe ftraits, Lord, thy help

5.

afford,

That ev'n those be converted, Who nought regard, but flight thy Word,

And have that Speech deserted: They cry out rash, "I hose words are Trafh!"

Yet ne'er have once read over What our Senfe is; and does not this

Satanic mind discover?

6. I'm pofitive, and can believe

What Paul hath clear propounded: All Nature may fade and decay, But thy Word, fo well grounded,

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Will ever laft, tho' it distaste
Give to fome minds obdurate;
If they ftill fpurn, and will not turn,
They once will fadly rue it. *
7.God is my Rock! therefore I look
From Death's felf for mere
bleffing;

Since from each load, thy Death and
Blood

Avail'd for my Releafing.

I thank thy love, now then approve
Thy Promife to me, Master!
Give all I crave, me never leave
In Danger or difafter.

3. Give me, according to thy grace,

That Faith that's true in effence, That I may always fee thy Face,

And feel thy loving presence; That I may chiefly, Lord, love thee, And then my Neighbour fo as me;

And when my Days are at an end,

Lend me thy Hand,

Which makes the devil far off ftand
4.Glory to God in the highest throne,
The Father highly glorious;
To Jefus Chrift his only Son,

Whose death's fo meritorious;
To God the holy Ghost, who gives

8. My truft is bold, thou'lt ftill Us kind Affiftance, and relieves,

uphold,

In dying and in living,
Those who purfue, as Servants true,
ThyWord,from th'heart believing.
Great blifs ev'n now thou dost bestow
On them, they ne'er shall perish!
O Lord, let me be kept thro' Thee,
In all my Course me cherish.

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That we may please him by his

Staerk uns mit deinem, &c.

(M. Luther.) THY Spirit of gladness give us

Heal us with all thy Bruises, And wash us in this Morning [Evening] hour

With thy Sweat's bloody juices: And foon fetch in, as thou shalt please,

Upon their Faith, from all earth's face,

I.

The reft of thy Elected.

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Ich ruff zu dir, Herr Jefu Chrift.

2. My Sins are numberless; and great, 1.TO thee, O Lord, I fend my

And cause me great affliction; Abfolve me from them, Saviour fweet,

Thro' thy own Crucifixion.
Prefent me 'fore thy Father dear
By thee abfolv'd already here;
Then can no fin diftrefs afford;
Remember, Lord,
Thy Promife given on thy word.

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