Then all the chofen feed

Shall meet around his throne, Shall blefs the conduct of his grace, And make his wonders known.

To our redeeming God Wifdom and pow'r belongs; Immortal crowns of majesty, And everlasting fongs.

96. C. M:

The Sheep of Chrift, given by the Father and guarded by Omnipotence.

INon hapy onious cheerful

N one harmonious cheerful song,

Loud let it found from ev'ry tongue,
The Savior is divine.

The leaft, the feebleft of the sheep
To him the Father gave;

Kind is his heart the charge to keep,

And ftrong his arm to fave.

That Hand, which heav'n and earth fuftains,

And bars the gates of hell,

And rivets Satan down in chains,

Shall guard his chofen well.

Now let th' infernal lion roar,

How vain his threats appear!

When he can match Jehovah's Power
We will begin to fear.

F

97.

S. M.

DODDRIDGE.

The Security of Chriff's Sheep.

Y foul with joy attend,

MY

While Jefus filence breaks; No angel's harp fuch mufic yields, As what my fhepherd speaks.

"I know my fheep," he cries,

My foul approves them well:

"Vain is the treach'rous world's disguise, “And vain the rage of hell.

"I freely feed them now "With tokens of my love, "But richer paftures I prepare, "And fweeter ftreams above.

"Unnumber'd years of bliss "I to my theep will give; "And, while my throne unthaken stands, "Shall all my chofen live.

"This tried Almighty bund

"Is rais'd for their defence:

"Where is the pow'r thall reach them there? “Or what shall force them thence?”

Enough, my gracious Lord,

Let faith triumphant cry;

My heart can on this promife live;

Can on this promife die.

98.

C. M. MORTON'S Col.

God on the fide of his People.

ERE

Chaos into order mov'd,
Or Adam's faith was try'd
The everlasting cov'nant proy'd
God on his people's fide.

With joy they recollect the day
The dear Redeemer dy'd;

For faints can view the fcene, and fay,
The Lord was on their fide.

Stopp'd in a mad career of fin,
For mercy they apply'd;

O what a change took place within !-
The Lord was on their fide.

Let doubts and fears, their peace affail,

Let foes their hope deride:

Doubts, fears, and foes fhall ne'er prevail

The Lord is on their fide.

When wealth, when health, when ftrength
In God may they confide;

And fear no evil then, because
The Lord is on their fide.

[withdraws,

Soon Jefus' beauties they fhall view,
With all the glorified,

And find the facred record true,
"God's on his people's fide."

99. L. M. WATTS, altered.

Glary and Grace in the Perfon of Chrift.

WOW to the Lord a grateful fong!
Awake, my foul, awake, my tongue:
Hofannah to th' eternal name,
And all his boundless love proclaim.

See where it thines in Jefus' face,
The brightest Image of his grace;
God, in the perfon of his Son,
Has all his mightiest works outdone.

The fpacious earth and spreading flood,
Proclaim the wife and pow'rful God;
And thy rich glories from afar,
Sparkle in ev'ry rolling ftar.

But in his looks a glory ftands,
The noblett labor of thy bands!
The pleating lustre of his eyes,
Outihines the wonders of the skies.

Grace! 'tis a fweet, a charming theme;
Exult, my foul, at Jelus" name!
Ye angels, dwell upon the found;
Ye heav'us, redect it to the ground !

Oh that we all may reach the place,
Where be reveals his lovely face!
There all his beauties to behold,
And ting his name to barps of gold ↑

INVITATIONS AND PROMISES.

100. C. M.

TOPLADY'S Col.

Sinners Invited.

H what amazing words of grace
Are in the gofpel found!

Suited to ev'ry finner's cafe,

Who knows the joyful found.

Poor, finful, thirsty, fainting fouls

Are freely welcome here: Salvation like a river rolls, Abundant, free, and clear.

Draw near, with all your wants and wounds;
Your ev'ry burden bring:

Here love, unchanging love, abounds;
A deep celeftial fpring..

This fpring with living water flows,

And living joy imparts:

Come, thirfty fouls, your wants difclofe,
And drink with thankful hearts.

Millions of finners, vile as you,

Have here found life and

peace:

Come then, and prove its virtues too;

And drink, adore, and bless, i

101. L. M. WHITEFIELD'S Col.
cooly sú: Another.

O! ev'ry one that thirsts, draw nigh;
Salvation fuits the finner's cafe ;