Lo! glad I come, and Thou, bleft LAME,
Shalt take me to Thee as I am;
Nothing but Sin I Thee can give,
Nothing but Love fhall I receive.
Then will I tell to Sinners round,
What a Dear SAVIOUR I have found;
I'll point to thy Redeeming Blood,
And say, Behold the Way to God!
HYMN XXVIII. Lt. M.
Canaan found.
Tell me no more of this World's vain Stores
The Time for fuch Trifles with me is now
A Canaan I've found, where true Joys abound; To dwell I'm determin'd on that happy Ground.
The Souls that believe, in Paradife live,* And me in that Number will JESUS receive.
My Soul don't delay, He calls thee away: Rife, follow thy SAVIOUR, and bless the glad Day.
No Mortal doth know what He can beftow, What Light, Strength, and Comfort: Go after (Him, go.
And when I'm to die, receive me, I'll cry,-Acts (7.59 My SAVIOUR hath lov'd me, I cannot say why.
Rom. 14. 17. ↑ Deut. 7. 8.
HYMN XXIX.
Brotherly Love. Pf. 133.
OW fweet a Thing it is to fee
H The chofen People of the LORD
Dwelling in Love and Unity,
Abiding ftedfaft in the Word!
All love to hear their Shepherd's Voice,
While He gives Pafture to his Sheep;
With those that Joy they do rejoice,
And weep in fleart with thofe that weep.-
(Rom. 12. 15.
Their Burdens mutually they bear,
Alleviate each other's Grief;
And when appriz'd of Dangers near,
Jointly they fupplicate Relief.
ORD! when my Thoughts, delighted,
Amid the Wonders of thy Love; (rove
The Sight revives my drooping Heart,
And bids invading Fears depart.-
Guilty and weak, to thee I fly,
On thy atoning Blood rely,
And on thy Righteousness depend;
My LORD, my SAVIOUR, and my Friend.
Be all my Heart, be all my Days,
Singly devoted to thy Praife;
And let my glad Obedience prove
How much I owe, how much I love.
HYMN XXX. 8 8 6.
The redeem'd Sinner afcribing Praise to a Triune GOD.
THANK Thee, HIGH and MIGHTY ONE,
That Thou didft give thy only SON
To travail in my Stead;
I thank Thee for that Love divine,
Thro' which Redemption's Grace was mine,
Before the World was made.
I thank Thee, JESUS, holy LAMB,
For all thy Sufferings and Pain,
Thy Sorrow, and thy Grief:
I thank Thee with unfeigned Praife,
For all thofe bounteous Acts of Grace,
Which grant my Soul relief.
I thank Thee, SPIRIT, for thy Care;
Thou found'ft the roving Wanderer
Amidst the Ways of Sin:
Thou gently call'dft me to embrace
Pardoning Love and Gofpel-Peace,
And Fix'd thy Reft within.
Continue ftill thy gracious Aid,
My Soul to living Waters lead,-John 7.38.
My Thirst to fatisfy:
Conduct me through this World of Strife,
Be with me on the Verge of Life,
And bless me when I die.
HYMN XXXI. 67 8:
The Pilgrim leaning upon CHRIST.
ESUS, let me taste thy Gráce,
And feel thy pureft Love;
Guard me in this Wilderness,
And all my Foes remove! Ev'ry Help, O LORD, beftow
And let ine reach the promis'd Land; While I fojourn here below,
Protect me with thy Hand.
Worldly Pleafures all are vain,
Yet I the Trifles lov'd;
Now I do their Charms difdain,
Their Emptiness I've prov'd:
Only in thy Grace I truft,
And feel the Pleafures of thy Love;
Only in thy Merits boast,
And in Thee live and move.
I was Satan's willing Slave,-2 Tim. 2. 26.
Till CHRIST, my Heavenly KING,
Pleafed was my Soul to fave
From all the Guilt of Sin:
Me He rais'd from deep Defpair,
And fhew'd to me his finiling Face ;1
Heard my Sighs and mournful Pray'r,
And deck'd me with his Grace.
HYMN XXXII. 8 7. Mufing on diftinguishing, perfevering
MY LORD! I've often mused
On thy wond'rous Love to me:
How I have the fame abufed,
Slighted, difregarded Thee!
To thy Church and Thee a Stranger,
Pleas'd with what difpleased Thee :
Loft, yet could perceive no Danger;
Wounded, yet no Wound could fee.
But unwearied Thou purfu'dft me,
Still thy Calls repeated came;
Till on Calvary's Mount 1 view'd thee,
Bearing my Reproach and Blame :
Now o'erwhelm'd with Shame and Sorrow
Whilft I view each pierced Limb,
Tears bedew the Scourges Furrow
Mingling with the purple Stream.
I no more at Mary wonder
Dropping Tears upon the Grave;
Earneft afking all around her,
Where is He who dy'd to fave?
Dying Love her Heart attracted;
Soon fhe felt his rifing Pow'r :
He, who Mary thus affected,
Bids his Mourners weep no more.
XXXIII. L. M.
Waiting at Mercy's Door.
HAT can a Sinner do like me,
When ftruck by an Almighty Pow'r,
And funk in deepest Misery ?
Nothing but wait at Mercy's Door.
What Eye can fee, what Heart can love,
What Hand relieve my Mifery?
None but the SAVIOUR'S from above,
Who for my Sins did bleed and die.
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