Bright seraphs, dispatch'd from the throne, Repair to their stations assign'd; And angels elect are sent down To guard the elect of mankind. Thy worship no interval knows; Iheir fervour is still on the wing; And while they protect my repose, They chant to the praise of my King: I too, at the season ordain'd, Their chorus for ever shall join; And love and adore, without end, Their faithful Creator and mine. 109. Wrestling Jacob. Alcester. . ALCESTER. LORD, I cannot let thee go, Till a blessing thou bestow; a Thou hast help'd in ev'ry need; . THY mercy, my God, is the theme of my song, The joy of my heart, and the boast of my tongue : Thy free grace alone, from the first to the last, Has won my affections, and bound my soul fast. Thy mercy is more than a match for my heart, Which wonders to feel its own hardness depart: Dissolv'd by thy sun-shine, I fall to the ground, And weep to the praise of the mercy I found. Thy mercy in Jesus exempts me from hell; Of mercy I'll sing, of thy mercy I'll tell: : 'Twas Jesus my friend, when he hung on the tree, That open'd the channel of mercy for me. . Great Father of mercies, thy goodness I own, mine. 111. Joy of Faith. Our election who see, HAUGHTON. And can venture our souls on thy gracious decree! In Jesus approv'd; From eternity lov'd; And held in his hand, whence we cannot be mov'd! 'Tis sweet to recline On the bosom divine, And experience the comforts peculiar to thine: While borne from above, And upheld by thy love, We with singing and triumph to Sion remove. Was the fruit of thy grace; Thy goodness deserves, and shall have all the praise: No sinner can be Beforehand with thee; Thy grace is preventing, almighty and free. WINWICK. Effectually drawn, We came to thy Son; And thou'lt perfect the work, for the work was thy own: Thy breath, from above, The spark shall improve; No floods can extinguish our dawning of love. 112. Part Second. LORD, one thing we want; More holiness grant! For more of thy mind, and thy likeness we pant: Thine image impress On thy favorite race; Oh, fashion and polish thy vessels of grace. Thy workmanship we More plainly would be: thee! Thy likeness to wear; We shall still be renew'd, Till thy Spirit and blood Have ripen'd us quite for the vision of God: When that moment is come, Thou wilt send for us home, And thy perfected saints to thy glory assume. On Immanuel's land We shortly shall stand in our hand : Lo, we cast down our crowns! resounds! 113. Following Christ. CHINA. He whom I fix my hopes upon; 5 a |