2 On this glad Day a brighter fcene
Of Glory was difplay'd,

By GoD, the Eternal WORD, than when
The Universe was made.

3 Alone, the dreadfull race he ran;
Alone, the wine-press trod :
He dy'd and fuffer'd as a Man,
He rifes as a God.

4 He rifes, who our pardon bought
With grief and pain extreme:
"Twas great, to speak our fouls from nought;
'Twas greater, to redeem.

5 A bleft eternity we hope

With Him in heav'n to fpend;

Where Congregations ne'er break up,
And Sabbaths never end.

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CCXL. Communion of Saints.

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ATHER, SON, and SPIRIT, hear
Faith's effectual, fervent pray'r!

Hear, and our petitions feal;
Let us now the anfwer feel:

Thee let all our nature own;
One in Three, and Three in One!
Join our new-born fpirits, join,
Each to each, and all to Thine!
2 Build us in one body up,

Call'd with one high Calling's hope;
One the SPIRIT whom we claim;
One the pure Baptifinal flame;

One the Faith, and common Lord;
FATHER, HOLY GHOST, and Word:
Over, through, and in us all,
GOD incomprehenfible!

3 Move, and actuate, and guide;
Divers gifts to each divide;
Plac'd according to thy Will,
Let us all our work fulfill:
Wait we, till the Mafter come,
Till our LORD fhall take us home;
Till his glorious face we see,
Crown'd with immortality.
4 Many are we now, and one;
We who JESUS have put on!
There is neither bond nor free,
Male nor female, LORD, in thee:
Chofe al ke by fo v'reign grace,
Cover'd with one Righteoufnefs,
Names and fects and partys fall:
Thou, O CHRIST, art all in all!

CCXLI. Mercy.

1 THY HY MERCY, my GoD, is the theme of

[my fong, The joy of my heart, and the boaft of my tongue: Thy free grace, alone, from the firft to the laft, Has won my affections, and bound my foul faft. Without thy fweet MERCY, I could not live [here;

Sin foon would reduce me to utter defpait:

But, through thy free goodnefs, my fpirits

[revive,

And he that first made me, ftill keeps me, alive.

Whene'er I miftake, thy kind MERCY begins
To melt me, and then I can mourn for my fins;
And, led by thy SPIRIT to JESUS's blood,
My forrows are dry'd, and my ftrength is
[renew'd.

Thy MERCY is more than a match for my heart,
Which wonders to feel its own hardness depart;
Diffolv'd by thy fun-fhine, I fall to the ground,
And weep to the praife of the MERCY I found.

Thy MERCY is endless, moft tender, and free; No finner need doubt, fince 'tis given to me: No merit will buy it, nor fears ftop its courfe; Good works are the fruits of its freenefs and

[force. The door of thy MERCY is open all day, To the poor and the needy, who knock by the

[way: That finner fhall never be empty fent back, "Save me, only for JESUS's fake.".

Who crys,

Dear Father, thy mercifull word is my all; Thy promife fupports me, when ready to fall: When enemys croud, to caufe doubt and [defpair;

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conquer them all, by thy SPIRIT of pray'r.

Thy MERCY in JESUS exempts me from hell; Of thy MERCY I'll fing, of thy MERCY I'll tell:

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'Twas JESUS my friend, when he hung on the

[tree, That open'd the channel of MERCY for me.

Great FATHER of Mercys, thy Goodness I own, And the Covenant-Love of thy crucify'd Sox: All praife to the SPIRIT, whofe whisper divine Seals Mercy, and Pardon, and Righteoufnefs,

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CCXLII. On a National Faft.

[mine.

EE, gracious GOD, before thy throne
Thy mourning people bend!

'Tis on thy fov'reign Grace, alone,
Our humble hopes depend.

2 Tremendous judgments from thy hand
Thy dreadfull pow'r difplay:

Yet Mercy fpares this guilty land,
And ftill we live to pray.

3 Great GOD, and why is Britain fpar'd,
Ungratefull as we are?

O make thy awfull warnings heard,
While Mercy crys, "Forbear."

4 What numerous crimes increasing rife
Through this apoftate Ifle!

What land fo favor'd of the fkys,
And yet what land fo vile!

5 How chang'd, alas, are Truths divine,
For error, guilt, and fhame!

What impious numbers, bold in fin,
Difgrace the Chriftian name!

6 Regardless of thy smile or frown, Their pleasures they require;

indiff'rence, down

And fink, with gay
To everlasting fire.

7 O turn Thou us, almighty LORD,
By thy refiftlefs grace!

Then fhall our hearts receive thy word,
And humbly seek thy face..

8 Then, fhould infulting foes invade,
We need not yield to fear;.
Secure of never-failing aid,
If God, our GoD, is near.

CCXLIII. The GOD of Thunder. THE immenfe, amazing height, And boundlefs grandeur, of our God; Who treads all worlds beneath his feet, And sways all nature with his nod. He speaks; and, lo, creation shakes! Heav'n's everlasting pillars bow: He rends the clouds with hideous cracks, And shoots his fiery arrows through. Tho' noife and flames alarm the skys, And awe the fpacious realms below; Yet will we fing the THUND'RER'S praife, And add our loud hofannahs too. If JESUS now for us appear

Before thy burning throne above; And if we thy fweet SPIRIT hear, Sealing our int'reft in thy Love;, U