3 Honor, and majefty, and pow'r,
And thanks and bleffings evermore,
Who doft through endless ages live,
Thou, LORD, art worthy to receive.

4 For thou haft bid the creatures be,
And ftill fubfift, to pleasure Thee;
From Thee they came, to Thee they tend,
Their gracious fource, their glorious end!

XXIII. The Signs of the Times.

IFT your heads, ye friends of Jesus,
Partners in his patience here;

CHRIST, to all believers precious,
Lord of Lords, fhall foon appear :
Mark the tokens

Of his heav'nly kingdom near!

2 Hear all Nature's groans proclaiming
Nature's Twift approaching doom!
War, and peftilence, and famine,
Signify the wrath to come:

Cleaves the centre !

Nations rufh into the tomb!

3 Close behind the tribulation
Of these laft, tremendous days,
See the flaming revelation,
See the universal blaze!

Earth and Heaven

Melt before the Judge's face.

4 Sun and moon are both confounded,
Darken'd into endless night,
When, with angel hofts furrounded,
In his Father's glory bright,
Beams the Savior,
Shines the everlafting light..

5 See the ftars from. Heaven falling,
Hark on earth the doleful cry,
Men on rocks and mountains calling,
While the frowning Judge draws nigh;
Hide us, hide us,

Rocks and mountains, from his eye!

6 With what bitter exclamation.
Shall his focs his banner fee!
By the monuments of his paffion,
By the marks receiv'd for me,
All difcern him,

All, with fhouts, cry out, ""Tis HE!"*

7 Lo, 'tis he, our heart's defire,
Come for his efpous'd below;
Come to join us with his choir,
Come to make our joys o'erflow;
Palms of triumph,

Crowns of glory to bestow.

8 Yes, the prize fhall then be giv’n; We his open face fhall fee;

Love, the earneft of our Heaven,

Love our full reward fhall be:

Love fhall crown us

Kings to all eternity!.

XXIV. Behold the Man!

that pafs by, behold the Man,
The Man of Griefs, condemn'd for you!
The LAMB of GOD, for finners flain,
Weeping to Calvary perfue.

2 See, how his back the fcourges tear,
While to the bloody pillar bound!
The ploughers make long furrows there,
Till all his body is one wound.

3 Ador'd by angels, mock'd by men,
Speechlefs, the form of guilt he wears;
Revil'd, he answers not again,

But meekly all their infults bears.
4 His facred limbs they stretch, they tear,
With nails they fasten to the wood;
His facred limbs, expos'd and bare,
Or only cover'd with his blood.

5 See, there, his temples crown'd with thorn,
His bleeding hands extended wide;
His ftreaming feet transfix'd and torn,
The fountain gufhing from his fide!
6 Where is the King of Glory now,
The everlasting Son of GOD!
Th' Immortal hangs his languid brow,
Th' Almighty faints beneath his load!
7 Beneath my load he faints and dies:

I fill'd his foul with pangs unknown;
I caus'd those mortal groans and crys,
I flew the FATHER's only Son.

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80 thou dear fuffering Son of God,
How did thy heart to finners move!
Help me to catch thy precious blood,
Help me to tafte thy dying love!
9 The earth could to her centre quake,
Convuls'd, when her Creator dy'd:
O let my inmoft nature fhake,
And bow with JESUS crucify'd!

10 The rocks could feel thy pow'rful death,
And tremble, and afunder part:
O rend, with thy expiring breath,
The harder marble of my heart!

grace

11 Thy grace I furely fhall receive,
Thy death hath bought all
Be this my fole defire, to live,
To live, and then to dye, in thee!.

XXV.

for me:

LOVE divine, what haft thou done!
Th'immortal God hath dy'd for me;

The FATHER'S Co-eternal Son

Bore all my fins upon the tree:
Th' immortal GoD for me hath dy'd;
My Lord, my Love, is crucify'd

2 Sinners, behold, as ye pafs by,

The bleeding Prince of Life and Peace;
Come fee, ye worms, your MAKER die,
And fay, Was ever grief like his?
Come, feel with me his blood apply'd;
My Lord, my Love, is crucify'd

Is crucify'defor me and you,

To bring his people back to GOD; Believe, believe the record true,

His church is purchas'd with his blood: Pardon and life flow from his fide; My Lord, my Love, is crucify'd!

4 Then let us fit beneath his erofs,

And gladly catch the healing ftream;
All things for him account but drofs,
And give up all our hearts to him:
Of nothing speak or think befide;
My Lord, my Love, is crucify'd!

XXVI. Original and Actual Sin.

1 ORD, I would spread my fore diftrefs And guilt before thine eyes:

Against thy law, against thy grace,
How high my crimes arife!

2 Shou'dft thou confign my foul to hell,
And crush my flesh to duft;
Heav'n would approve thy vengeance well,
And earth must own it just.

3

I from the stock of Adam came,

Unholy and unclean;

All my original is fhame,

And all my nature fin.

4 Conceiv'd and fhap'd in guilt, I drew
Contagion with my breath;

And, as my days advanc'd, I grew
A jufter prey for death.