Surely in Mercy He'll pafs by, And view a wretched Slave of Sin; Pity will move Him to come nigh, And wash a filthy Creature clean.-Zech. 13. 1 In Mercy, LORD, thy Creature fee, Then fhall my happy Soul enjoy A lafting Peace, in Thee, my God; Then my whole Bufinefs and Employ Shall be to speak of JESU's Blood. HYMN XXXIV. C. M. The Sinner ftopp'd by Grace. Dear REDEEMER, who alone Whofe Blood did once for Sin atone, I once was wholly dead in Sin,-Eph. 2. 1. And ignorant of Thee; And walk'd contentedly therein, Nor knew thy Love to me. But thine all-feeing Eye then view'd And mark'd my ev'ry Way; And still in tender Love purfu'd, My faithlefs Heart, O SAVIOUR Dear In ev'ry Danger be thou near, Alone I cannot ftand. HYMN XXXV. 68 8. How fmall thy Faith appears! Unchangeable his Will; My Soul thro' many Changes goes § Thou, Lord, wilt carry on, In me a finful Worm: "Midft all my Fear, and Sin, and Woe, Thy Spirit will not let me go. The Bowels of thy Grace, And feel that God is Love! HYMN XXXV.* After Sermon. ESUS ever will we fing JE His facred Name adore; He our PROPHET, PRIEST, and KING Shall be for evermore. None among the Heav'nly Pow'rs, None but the bleeding LAMB! HYMN XXXVI. L. M. Walking with Faith and Patience. TOW bleft are they whofe Feet have found H And ftedfaft walk the blissful Road Far from the Paths by Sinners trod ! Their weary Spirits sweetly reft, His SPIRIT fhews their Sins forgiv'n,* * Luke 1. He Arms them for the evil Day; HYMN XXXVII. C. M. Walking in Godly Fear. G Supremely If I have Favor found with Thee, The Guard of all thy Mercies give A Fear, left I fhould ever grieve Since Mercy is indeed with Thee, Nor e'er abuse my Liberty, Or fin against thy Love :-Rom. 6. F. This choiceft Fruit of Faith beftow, On a poor Pilgrim here; And let ine pafs my Days below, In Humbleness and Fear! Still may I walk as in thy Sight, And Thou, by rev'rent Love, unite • John Y... Still let me, till my Days are paft, So fhall He lift me up at laft, B HYMN XXXVIII. 75. RETHREN, let us join to bless JESUS CHRIST, our Joy and Peace : Let our Praise to Him be giv'n, High at God's Right-Hand in Heav'n! Mafter, fee, to Thee we bow, Thee the Angels ceaseless fing, Thee we praife our PRIEST and KING: Full of Glory, full of Grace! Thou haft the glad Tidings brought We, thy little Flock, adore-Luke 12. 32. Thee, the LORD, for evermore : Ever with us fhew thy Love, Till we join with those above! |