9

He fpake,and heaven's high arches rung;
Praise, ev'ry tongue employs ;
"He dy'd," the friendly angels fung,
Nor cease their rapt'rous joys.

HYMN 37. C. M.

JESUS, commiffion'd from above,

Defcends to men below,

And fhews from whence the springs of love In endless currents flow.

2

He, whom the boundlefs heav'n adores,
Whom Angels long to fee;

Quitted with joy thofe blissful fhores,
Ambaffador to me !

3

To me a worm, a finful clod,
A rebel and forlorn ;

A foe, a traitor to my God,
And of a traitor born.

4

To me, who never fought his grace,,
Who mock'd his facred word;
Who never knew, or lov'd his face,
And all his will abhorr'd.

5

To me, who could not even praise,
When his kind heart I knew ;
But fought a thousand devious ways,
Rather than keep the true.

6

Yet this redeeming Angel came,

So vile a worm to blefs ;

He took with gladnefs all my blame,
And gave his righteousness.

HYMN 38. L. M.

GLORY to God, who reigns above,

Who dwells in light, whofe name is love; Ye Saints and Angels, if ye can,

Declare the love of God to man.

2

O what can more his love commend,
His dear, his only Son to fend !
That man, condemn'd to die, might live,
And God be glorious to forgive.

3

Meffiah's come with joy behold
The days by prophets long foretold :
Judah, thy royal fceptre's broke,
And time ftill proves what Jacob spoke.

4

Daniel, thy weeks are all expir'd,
The time prophetic feals requir'd ;
Cut off for fins, but not his own,
Thy Prince Meffiah did atone.

5

Thy famous temple, Solomon,
Is by the latter far outfhone :
It wanted not thy glitt'ring ftore,
Meffiah's prefence grac'd it more.

6

We fee the prophecies fulfill'd

In Jefus that most wond'rous child :
His birth, his life, his death combine
To prove his character divine.

7

Jefus, thy gofpel firmly stands
A bleffing to thefe favour'd lands
No infidel fhall be our dread,
Since thou art rifen from the dead.

COULD I of all perfection boaft,

As pure as that which Adam loft,
I'd facrifice it to thy blood,

My Chrift, my. all, my only good.

2

Were I, as Abram, ftrong in faith,
And boldly steadfast unto death ;
I'd bid my faithfulness adieu,
And Jefus only faithful view.

3

If I more meek than Mofes were,
Quite free from anger, ftrife, or fear;
Yet this I gladly would defpise,
And Jefus meeknefs only prize.

4

Was I as Job fubmiffive ftill,
Patient, refign'd, in ev'ry ill;
Yet all fhould fade before his cross,
Compar'd with him, it is but drofs.

5

If I was wife as Solomon,

Like him with zeal and ardour fhone ; Like him I'd vain and foolish fee

My wifdom, zeal, yea all but Thee. 6

Had I an Angel's purity,

Yea, even this I would deny ;

Nor good confefs in name or thing,

But Chrift my Lord, my life, my King.

As

HYMN 40. L. M.

S fhow'rs on meadows newly mown, Jefus fhall fhed his bleffings down;

1

Crown'd with whofe life-infufing drops,
Earth fhall renew her blissful crops.

2

Lands, that beneath a burning fky,
Have long been defolate and dry,
Th' effufions of his love fhall share,
And fudden greens and herbage wear.

3

The dews and rains, in all their store,
Drenching the paftures o'er and o'er,
Are not fo copious as that grace
Which fanctifies and faves our race.

4

As, in foft filence, vernal fhow'rs
Defcend, and cheer the fainting flow'rs;
So, in the fecrecy of love,

Falls the fweet infl'ence from above.

5

That heavenly influence let me find
In holy filence of the mind,

While ev'ry grace maintains its bloom,
Diffufing wide its rich perfume.

6

Nor let these bleffings be confin'd
To me, but pour'd on all mankind,
Till earth's wild waftes in verdure rife,
And a young Eden bless our eyes.

'I

HYMN 41. L. M.

COME,"
"the great Redeemer cries,

"A year of freedom to declare,

From debts and bondage to discharge,
And Jews and Greeks the grace shall share.

2

A day of vengeance I proclaim,

But not on man the storm shall fall ;

On Me its thunder fhall defcend,
My strength, my love fuftain them all."

3

Stupendous favour! matchlefs grace!
Jefus has died that we might live :
Not worlds below, nor worlds above,
Could fo divine a ranfóm give.

4

To him, who lov'd our ruin'd race,
And for our lives laid down his own,
Let fongs of joyful praises rife,
Sublime, eternal as his throne.

HYMN 42. C. M.

MORTALS, behold your dying God!

Take refuge in his name: Come, wash your robes white in the blood Of Chrift, the flaughter'd Lamb.

2

O! 'tis eternal life to know

His Godhead, blood, and fame : The fcriptures fay, he died for you, Then venture on the Lamb.

3

Now welcome all who come to God,
In Chrift, the Saviour's name ;
There's full redemption in his blood;
Then do not flight the Lamb.

4

O, that you God the Saviour knew,
And that he bore your fhame ;
Died, rofe again, and lives for you,
Then would you prize the Lamb!

5

What love, what kindness did he fhew ! When he from Heav'n came,