Then fhall the Saints

Completely prove

The Heights and Depths
Of all his Love.

CXLIX. The Offices of CHRIST, from federal
Scriptures.

OIN all the Names of Love and Pow'r That ever Men or Angels bore, All are too mean to speak his Worth, Or fet IMMANUEL's Glory forth. 2 But O what condefcending Ways He takes to teach his heav nly Grace! My Eyes with Joy and Wonder fee What Forms of Love he bears for me. [3 The "ANGEL of the Cov'nant" stands With his Commission in his Hands, Sent from his Father's milder Throne, To make his great Salvation known.] [4 Great PROPHET let me blefs thy Name; By thee the joyful Tidings came

Of Wrath appeas'd, of Sins forgiv❜n, Of Hell fubdu'd, and Peace with Heav'n.] [5 My bright EXAMPLE, and my GUIDE I would be walking near thy Side ; O let me never run aftray,

Nor follow the forbidden Way!

6 I love my SHEPHERD, He hall keep My wand'ring Soul amongst his Sheep;

He feeds his Flock, he calls their Names,
And in his Bofom bears the Lambs.]

[7 My SURETY undertakes my Caufe,
Anfwering his Father's broken Laws;
Behold my Soul at Freedom fet,
My Surety paid the dreadful Debt.]

[8 JESUS my great HIGH PRIEST has dy'd,
I feek no Sacrifice befide;

His Blood did once for all atone,
And now it pleads before the Throne.]
[9 My ADVOCATE appears on high,
The Father lays his Thunder by;
Not all that Earth or Hell can say,
Shall turn my Father's Heart away.]

[10 My LORD my CONQU'ROR, and my Kise, Thy Scepter and thy Sword I fing; Thine is the Vi&'ry, and I fit

A joyful Subject at thy Feet.]

[11 Afpire, my Soul, to glorious Deeds,
The CAPTA1N of Salvation" leads:
March on, nor fear to win the Day,
Tho' Death and Hell obftruct the Way.

12 Should Death, and Hell, and Pow'rs unknown,
Put all their Forms of Mifchief on,
I fhall be fafe; for CHRIST difplays
Salvation in more fov'reign Ways.]

JOIN

CL. The fame as the cxlviiith Ffalm. JOIN all the glorious Names Of Wisdom, Love, and Pow'r, That ever Mortals knew, That Angels ever bore:

All are too mean

To speak his Worth,
Too mean to fet
My SAVIOUR forth.

2 But, O what gentle Terms,
What condescending Ways
Doth our REDELMER ufe
To teach his heav'nly Grace!.
Mine Eyes with Joy

And Wonder fee

What Forms of Love
He bears for me.

[3 Array'd in mortal Flesh,
He like an ANGEL ftands,
And holds the Promifes
And Pardons in his Hands:
Commiffion'd from

His Father's Throne,

To make his Grace
To Mortals known.]

[4 Great PROPHET of my Gon,
My Tongue would blefs thy Name;
By thee the joyful News

Of our Salvation came;.

The joyful News
Of Sins forgiv'n,

Of Hell fubdu'd,

And Peace with Heav'n.] [5 Be thou my COUNSELLOR, My PATTERN, and my GUIDE; And thro' this defert Land Still keep me near thy Side. O let my Feet

Ne'er run 'aftray,

Nor rove, nor feek
The crooked Way!]

[6 I love my SHEPHERD'S Voice,
His watchful Eyes fhall keep
My wand'ring Soul among
The Thousands of his Sheep:
He feeds his Flock,

He calls their Names,
His Bofom bears

The tender Lambs.]

[7 To this dear SURETY'S Hand
Will I commit my Caufe;
He answers and fulfils
His Father's broken Laws.
Behold my Soul

At Freedom fet;

My Surety paid

The dreadful Debt.]

[8 JESUS, my great HIGH PRIEST,
Offer'd his Blood and dy'd;
My guilty Confcience feeks
No Sacrifice befide.

His pow'rful Blood

Did once atone;
And now it pleads
Before the Throne.]

[9 My ADVOCATE appears
For my Defence on high;
The Father bows his Ears,
And lays his Thunder by.
Not all that Hell
Or Sin can fay,

Shall turn his Heart
His Love away.]

[10 My dear Almighty LORD,
My CONQU'RCR, and my KING,
Thy Scepter, and thy Sword,
Thy reigning Grace I fing.
Thine is the Pow'r;
Behold I fit

In willing Bonds

Beneath thy Feet.]

[11 Now let my Soul arife,
And tread the Tempter down:
My CAPTAIN leads me forth
To Conqueft and a Crown.
A feeble Saint

Shall win the Day,

Tho' Death and Hell
Obstruct the Way.]

12 Should all the Hofts of Death, And Pow'rs of Hell unknown,