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2 Love fuffers long with patient eye,
Nor is provok'd in haste,
She lets the prefent injury die,
And long forgets the past.
[Malice and rage, those fires of hell,
She quenches with her tongue;
Hopes and believes, and thinks no ill,
Though she endures the wrong.]
4 [She ne'er defires nor feeks to know
The fcandals of the time;
Nor looks with pride on those below,
Nor envies those that climb.}
5 She lays her own advantage by
To feek her neighbour's good:
So God's own Son came down to die
And bought our lives with blood.
Love is the grace that keeps her pow?
In all the realms above;

6

There faith and hope are known no m
But faints for ever love.

CXXXIV. LONG METRE. Religion vain without Love. 1 Cor. xiii. 1, 2, AD I the tongues of Greeksand Je

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HAnd nobler speech than angels

If love be abfent, I am found

Like tinkling brafs, an empty found. Were I infpir'd to preach and tell All that is done in heav'n and hell; Or could my faith the world remove, Still I am nothing without love.

3 Should I diftribute all my ftore To feed the bowels of the poor, Or give my body to the flame, To gain a martyr's glorious name; 4 If love to God and love to men Nor tongues, nor gifts: Be abfent, all my hopes are vain ;

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CXXXV

The Love

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HO has believ'd thy word,

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Or thy falvation known; Reveal thine arm, almighty Lord, And glorify thy Son.

2 The Jezus esteem'd him here

Too mean for their belief; Sorrows his chief acquaintance were, And his companion grief,

3 They turn'd their eyes away,

And treated him with fcorn; But 'twas their grief upon him lay,

Their forrows he has borne.

4 'Twas for the ftubborn Jews

And Gentiles then unknown, The God of justice pleas'd to bruise His beft beloved Son.

5 "But I'll prolong his days, And make his kingdom stand; My pleasure, faith the God of Grace, Shall profper in his hand.

6 [His joyful foul fhall fee The purchafe of his pain, And by his knowledge justify The guilty fons of men.]

7 [Ten thousand captive flaves,
Releas'd from death and fin,
Shall quit their prisons and their graves,
And own his pow'r divine.]

8 [Heav'n fhall advance my Son
To joys that earth deny'd;
Who faw the follies men had done,
And bore their fins and dy`d."]

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CXLII.

SHORT METRE.

The fame. Ifa. liii. 6—9—12.

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IKE sheep we went aftray, And broke the fold of God, Each wand'ring in a diff'rent way, But all the downward road.

2 How dreadful was the hour,

When God our wand'rings laid, And did at once his vengeance pour Upon the Shepherd's head

3 How glorious was the grace,

When Chrift fuftain'd the stroke!
His life and blood the fhepherd pays
A ranfom for the flock.

4 His honour and his breath
Were taken both away;
Join'd with the wicked in his death
And made as vile as they.

5 But God fhall raife his head
O'er all the fons of men ;
And make him fee a num'rous feed
To recompence his pain.
6"I'll give him, faith the Lord,
A portion with the strong;
He fhall poffefs a large reward,

And hold his honours long."

CLXIII. COMMON METRE. Characters of the Children of GOD, from feveral Scriptures.

I O new-born babes defire the breaft, To feed, and grow, and thrive ; So faints with joy the gospel tafte, And by the gofpel live.

2 [With inward guft their heart approves All that the word relates;

They love the men their Father loves,
And hate the work he hates.]

3 [Not all the flatt'ring baits on earth
Can make them flaves to luft;

hey can forget their heav'nly birth, Nor grovel in the dust.

Not all the chains that tyrants use

Shall bind their fouls to vice: Faith, like a conqu'ror, can produce

A thousand victories.]

5 [Grace, like an uncorrupted feed,
Abides and reigns within;
Immortal principles forbid
The fons of God to fin.]

6 [Not by the terrours of a flave

Do they perform his will,
But with the nobleft pow'rs they have
His fweet commands fulfil.

7 They find access at ev'ry hour

To God within the vail;

Hence they derive a quick'ning pow'r,
And joys that never fail.

80 happy fouls! O glorious state
Of ever-flowing grace!

To dwell fo near their Father's feat,
And fee his lovely face!

9 Lord, I address thy heav'nly throne : Call me a child of thine.

Send down the Spirit of thy Son

To form my heart divine.

10 There fhed thy choiceft love abroad, And make my comforts strong; Then fhall I fay, My Father, God, With an unwav'ring tongue. CXLIV. COMMON METRE. The witneffing and fealing Spirit. Rom. viii. 14, 16. Eph. i. 13, 14.

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HY fhould the children of a King
Go mourning all their days?
Great Comforter, descend and bring
Some tokens of thy grace.

2 Doft thou not dwell in all the faints,
And feal the heirs of heav'n?
When wilt thou banish my complaints,
And fhow my fins forgiv'n?
Affure my confcience of her part
In the Redeemer's blood;
And bear thy witness with my heart,
That I am born of God.

3

4 Thou art the earneft of his love,

The pledge of joys to come; And thy foft wings, celeftial Dove, Will fafe convey me homé.

The fons of Aaron w ore.

2 They first their own burnt off'rings
To purge themselves from fin ;[bro't,
Thy life was pure without a spot,
And all thy nature clean.

3 [Fresh blood, as conftant as the day,
Was on their altar fpilt:

4

But thy one off'ring takes away
For ever all our guilt.]

[Their priesthood ran thro' several hands,
For mortal was their race;
Thy never changing office ftands,
Eternal as thy days.]

5 [Once, in the circuit of a year,
With blood, but not his own,
Aaron within the vail appears,
Before the golden throne.

6 But Chrift, by his own pow'rful blood, Afcends above the skies,

And, in the presence of our God,
Shows his own facrifice.]

7 Jefus, the King of glory, reigns,
On Sion's heav'nly hill;

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Looks like a Lamb that has been flain,
And wears his priesthood still.

He ever lives to intercede

Before his Father's face:

Give him, my foul, thy caufe to plead,
Nor doubt the Father's grace.

CXLVI. LONG METRE.

Characters of CHRIST borrowed from inanimate Things in Scripture.

O worthip at Immanuel's feet,

See in his face what wonders meet!
Earth is too narrow to exprefs
His worth, his glory, or his grace.]

2 [The whole creation can afford
But fome faint fhadows of my Lord;
Nature, to make his beauties known,
Muft mingle colours not her own.]
3 [Is he compar'd to wine or bread ?
Dear Lord, our fouls would thus be fed
That flefh, that dying blood of thine,
Is bread of life, is heav'nly wine.]

4 [Is he a tree? The world receives Salvation from his healing leaves : That righteous branch, that fruitful bough, Is David's root and offspring too.] 5[Is he a rofe? Not Sharon yields Such fragrancy in all her fields: Or if the lily he affume,

The vallies blefs the rich perfume.]

6 [Is he a vine? His heav'nly root Supplies the boughs with life and fruit : O let a lafting union join

My foul to Chrift the living vine!]

7 [Is he the head? Each member lives,
And owns the vital pow'rs he gives ;
The faints below, and faints above,
Join'd by his Spirit and his love.]
8 [Is he a fountain? There I bathe,
And heal the plague of fin and death:
These waters all my foul renew,
And cleanse my fpotted garments too.]

9 [Is he a fire? He'll purge my drofs :
But the true gold fuftains no lofs;
Like a refiner fhall he fit,

And tread the refufe with his feet.]

10[Is he a rock? How firm he proves !
The rock of ages never moves;
Yet the sweet streams that from him flow
Attend us all the defart through.]
11 [Is he a way? He leads to God,
The path is drawn in lines of blood;
There would I walk with hope and zeal,
'Till I arrive at Sion's hill.]

12 [Is he a door? I'll enter in;
Behold the paftures large and green;
A paradife divinely fair,

None but the fheep have freedom there.]
13 [Is he defign'd a corner ftone,
For men to build their heav'n upon ?
I'll make him my foundation too,
Nor fear the plots of hell below.]
14 [Is he a temple? I adore
Th' indwelling majesty and pow'r;
And still to his most holy place
Whene'er I

I turn my pray, face.] 15 [Is he a star? He breaks the night, Piercing the fhades with dawning light? I know his glories from afar,

I know the bright, the morning ftar.]

I borrow titles for my Lord;
Nor art nor nature can fupply
Sufficient forms of majesty.

2 Bright image of the Father's face,
Shining with undiminish'd rays ;
Th' eternal God's eternal Son,
The heir and partner of his throne.]

3 The King of kings, the Lord moft high,
Writes his own name upon his thigh,
He wears a garment dipt in blood,
And breaks the nations with his rod.
Where grace can neither melt nor move,
The Lamb refents his injur'd love,
Awakes his wrath without delay,
And Judah's lion tears the prey.
But when for works of peace he comes,
What winning titles he affumes !
Light of the world, and life of men':
Nor bears thofe characters in vain.

6 With tender pity in his heart,
He acts the Mediator's part;
A friend and brother he appears,
And well fulfils the name he wears.

At length the Judge his throne afcends,
Divides the rebels from his friends,
And faints in full fruition prove
His rich variety of love.

CXLVIII. PARTICULAR METRE.
The fame as the cxlviiith Pfalm.
ITH cheerful voice I fing

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Whetitles my Long
The titles of my Lord,
And borrow all the names
Of honour from his word: