And fmile to fee our Father there,
Upon a Throne of Love.
Once 'twas a Seat of dreadful Wrath,
And hot devouring Flame;
Our God appear'd confuming Fire,
And Vengeance was his Name.
Rich were the Drops of Jefu's Blood,
That calm'd his frowning Face,
That sprinkl'd o'er the burning Throne,
And turn'd the Wrath to Grace.
Now we may bow before his Feet,
And venture near the Lord!
No fiery Cherub guards his Seat,
Nor double-flaming Sword.
The peaceful Gates of heavenly Blifs
Are open'd by the Son :
High let us raife our Notes of Praife,
And reach th' Almighty Throne.
To thee ten thousand Thanks we bring
Great Advocate on high;
And Glory to th' eternal King,
That lays his Fury by.
The Darkness of PROVIDENCE.
LORD, we adore thy vaft Defigns,
Th' obfcure Abyfs of Providence,
Too deep to found with mortal Lines,
Too dark to view with feeble Senfe.
Now thou array'ft thine awful Face,
In angry Frowns without a Smile;
Saints thro' the Cloud believe thy Grace,
Secure of thy Compaffion ftill.
Thro' Seas and Storms of deep Diftrefs,
They fail by Faith, and not by Sight;
Faith guides them in the Wilderness,
Thro' all the Briars of the Night.
Dear Father, if thy lifted Rod,
Refolve to fcourge us here below,
Still we muft-lean upon our God,
Thine Arm fhall bear us fafely thro'.
The Priesthood of CHRIST.
LOOD has a Voice to pierce the Skies,
Revenge, the Blood of Abel cries;
But the dear Stream when Chrift was flain,
Speaks Peace as loud from ev'ry Vein.
Pardon and Peace from God on high;
Behold he lays his Vengeance by;
And Rebels that deferve his Sword,
Become the Fav'rites of the Lord.
To Jefus let our Praifes rife,
Who gave his Life a Sacrifice;
Now he appears before our God,
And for our Pardon pleads his Blood,
HYMN CXVIII.
The Benefit of Public Ordinances.
WAY from ev'ry mortal Care,
Away from Earth our Souls retreat;
We leave this worthiefs World afar,
And wait, and worship near thy Seat.
Lord, in the Temple of thy Grace,
We fee thy Feet, and we adore ;
We gaze upon thy lovely Face,
And learn the Wonders of thy Pow'r.
While here our various Wants we mourn,
United Groans afcend on high;
And Prayer bears a quick Return
Of Bleffings in Variety.
Father, our Souls would ftill abide,
Within thy Temple, near thy Side:
But if our Feet muft hence depart,
Still keep thy Dwelling in each Heart,
ORD, we are vile, conceiv'd in Sin, And born unholy and unclean: Sprung from the Man whofe guilty Fall Corrupts the Race, and taints us all.
Soon as we draw our Infant-Breath,
The Seeds of Sin grow up for Death;
Thy Law demands a perfect Heart,
But we're defil'd in ev'ry Part.
Behold, we fall before thy Face,
Our only Refuge is thy Grace;
No outward Forms can make us clean,
The Leprofy lies deep within.
Jefus, our God, thy Blood alone,
Hath Pow'r fufficient to atone;
Lord, let us hear thy pard'ning Voice,
And make our down-caft Hearts rejoice.
The Offices of CHRIST.
E blefs the Prophet of the Lord,
That comes with Truth and Grace;
Jefus, thy Spirit and thy Word,
Shall lead us in thy Ways.
We rev'rence our High Prieft above,
Who offer'd up his Blood,
And lives to carry on his Love,
By pleading with our God.
We honour our exalted King;
How fweet are his Commands!
He guards our Souls from Hell and Sin,
By his Almighty Hands.
Hofanna to his glorious Name,
Who faves by diff'rent Ways!
His Mercies lay a fov'reign Claim
To our immortal Praife.
Faith in CHRIST our Sacrifice.
OT all the Blood of Beafts
On Jewish Altars flain,
Could give the guilty Confcience Peace,
Or wash away the Stain.
But Chrift, the heav'nly Lamb,
Takes all our Sins away;1
A Sacrifice of nobler Name,
And richer Blood than they.
My Faith would lay her Hand
On that dear Head of thine,
While like a Penitent I ftand,
And there confefs my Sin.
My Soul looks back to fee
The Burdens thou didst bear,
When hanging on the curfed Tree,
And hopes her Guilt was there.
Believing, we rejoice
To fee the Curse remove;
We blefs the Lamb with chearful Voice, And fing his bleeding Love.
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