Peace, that fpeaks it's heav'nly Giver,
Peace to fenfual minds unknown,
Peace divine, that lafts for ever,
Here erect its glorious throne!
2 Now, thy love-infufing Spirit
Shed in ev'ry heart abroad;
Rife, through thy imputed merit,
Ev'ry child a child of God:
Each receive the conftant witnefs,
Each obtain the joyous reft,
Tafte in thee celeftial fweetnefs,
GoD refiding in their breast..
If thou now art paffing by us,
Stand, and call us unto thee;
Fully, freely justify us,
Give us eyes thy love to fee;
Love that brought thee down from heavn,
Made our GoD a man of grief;
Let it fhew our fins forgiven,
Help, O help our unbelief!
4 Prince of Peace, if thou art near us,
Fix in all our hearts thy home;
By thy fwift appearing cheer us,
Quickly let thy kingdom come:
Anfwer all our expectation,
Give our raptur'd fouls to prove
Glorious, uttermost falvation,
Heav'nly, everlasting love.
XIX. Thanksgiving.
TEET and right it is to fing,
At ev'ry time and place,
Glory to our heav'nly King,
The GoD of truth and grace:
Join we, then, with fweet accord,
All in one thankfgiving join;
Holy, holy, holy LORD,
Eternal praife be thine!
2 Thee the first-born fons of light,
In choral fymphonys,
Praise by day, day without night,
And never, never cease:
Angels and arch-angels all
Sing the myftic Three in One;
Sing, and paufe, and gaze, and fall
O'erwhelm'd before thy throne.
3 Vying with that happy choir,
Who chaunt thy praise above,
We on eagle's wing's afpire,
The wings of faith and love:
Thee they fing with glory crown'd,
We extol the flaughter'd LAMB;
Lower if our voices found,
Our fubject is the fame.
4 FATHER, GOD, thy love we praise, Which gave thy Son to dye; JESUS, full of truth and grace, Alike we glorify;
SPIRIT, Comforter divine,
Praife by all to thee be giv❜n,
Till we in full chorus join,
And earth is chang'd for heav'n.
XX. Comfortable Profpect of Death and Judgment.
E virgin fouls, arise,
With all the dead awake;
Unto falvation wife,
Oil in your veffels take:
Upftarting at the midnight cry,
Behold your heav'nly Bridegroom nigh.
2 He comes, he comes, to call
The nations to his bar,
And take to glory all
Who meet for glory are:
Make ready for your free reward;
Go forth, with joy, to meet your LORD.
3 Go, meet him in the fky,
Your everlafting friend;
Your head to glorify,
With all his faints afcend:
Ye pure in heart, obtain the grace.
To fee, without a veil, his face.
4 Ye, that have here receiv'd
The unction from above,
And in his Spirit liv'd,
And thirfted for his love;
JESUS fhall claim you for his bride;
Rejoice with all the fanctify'd.
3 Rejoice, in glorious hope
Of that great day unknown,
When you thall be caught up,
To ftand before his throne;
Call'd to partake the marriage-feaft,
And lean on our Immanuel's breaft.
6 The everlafting doors
Shall foon the faints receive,
Above those angel-pow'rs
In glorious joy to live:
Far from a world of grief and fin,
With God eternally shut in.
7 Then let us wait to hear
The trumpet's welcome found;
To see our LORD appear,
Watching may we be found!
With that bleft wedding-robe indu'd,
The blood and righteousness of God.
XXI. Divine Operation. Phil. ii. 13
ATHER, to thee my foul I lift,
My foul on thee depends,
FATHER, to thee
Convinc'd, that ev'ry perfect gift
From thee alone defcends."
2 Mercy and grace are thine alone,
And pow'r and wisdom too;
Without the Spirit of thy Son,
We nothing good can do.
13 We cannot fpeak one ufeful word,
One holy thought conceive, but
Unless, in anfwer to our LORD,
Thyfelf the bleffing give.
4 Thou all our works in us haft wrought, Our good is all divine;
The praife, of ev'ry virtuous thought
And righteous work, is thine.
5 From thee, through JESUS, we receive Power on thee to call:
In thee we are, and move, and live,
Our GoD is All in All!"
6 "Tis not of him that wills or runs,
That labors, or defires:
In answer to my Savior's groans,
Thy love my breaft infpires.
The meritorious caufe I fee,
That precious blood divine;
And I, fince JESUS dy'd for me,
Shall live for ever thine.
XXII. Thy Kingdom come.
WHEN fhall we, fupremely bleft,
Enter into our glorious reft!
Partake the triumphs of the sky,
And Holy, Holy, Holy, cry!
2 With all thy heav'nly hofts, with all
Thy bleffed faints, we then fhall fall;
And fing, in ecftacy unknown,
And praise thee on thy dazzling throne.
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