The God of my Salvation,
The mighty Serpent-bruifer,
Shall foon o'erthrow
The brethren's foe,
And caft down our accufer.
5 Some put their truft in chariots, And horfes fome rely on; But God alone
Our help we own,
GOD is the strength of Zion:
His name we will remember
In every fore temptation;
And feel his pow'rs,
For CHRIST is ours,
With all his great falvation.
6 We are his ranfom'd people,
And he that bought will have us;
Secure from harm,
Whilft JESUS' arm
Is ftill ftretch'd out to fave us:
He out of all our troubles
Will mightily deliver,
And then receive
Us up to live
And reign with him for ever.
LVIII. In Affliction.
MY When will he appear
JESUS, my hope,
A foul to lift up
That waits for him here;
In much tribulation,
In trouble's excefs,
In height of temptation,
And depth of diftrefs?
2 O when fhall I fee
An end of my pain;
And triumph in thee,
My Savior, again?
LORD, haften the hour,
Thy kingdom bring in;
And give me thy power,
And fave me from fin.
3 O JESUS, thou know'ft
My forrowful load;
And feeft that my truft
Is all in thy blood:
Thou wilt have compaffion,
My burthen remove;
Thy name is Salvation,
Thy nature is Love.
Thy nature and name
My portion fhall be,
Who humbly lay claim
To all things in Thee:
The days of my mourning
And painful diftrefs,
Shall, at thy returning,
Eternally ceafe.
LIX. Hardness of Hearts
HAT fhall I do my God to love;
My God who lov'd and dy'd for me?
Obdurate heart, will nothing move;
Will nothing melt or soften thee!
2 JESUS, thou lovely, bleeding Lamb,
To thee I pour out my complaint:
I will not hide from thee my fhame;
I own, and blush to own, my want.
I want an heart to love my God;
I cannot bear this heart of ftone:
Soften it, Savior, with thy blood,
And melt the nether-millftone down.
4 If yet Thou canst compaffion have;
If grace doth more than fin abound;
In me exert thy power to fave,
And let me in thy reft be found.
5 Lay to thine hand, Almighty Love;
The work, O God, is worthy thee;
Such huge deftruction to remove,
And fave a foul fo vile as me.
6 Not without hope, for thee I mourn;
I feel, in part, thy love to me:
Thy love my flinty heart fhall turn,
And get itself the victory...!
7 Thou lov'dft, before the world began,
This poor, unloving foul of mine:
JESUS came down, my GoD was man,
That I might all become divine.
8 My anchor this, which cannot move,
The fervant as his LORD fhall be:
And I hall live my God to love,
And dye in him who dy'd for me.
LX. Public Worship.
ATHER, behold, with gracious eyes,
The fouls before thy throne;
Who now prefent their facrifice,
And feek thee in thy SoN.
2 Well pleas'd, in Him, thyfelf declare;
Thy pard'ning love reveal:
The peaceful anfwer of our pray'r
To ev'ry confcience feal.
3 On me, on all, fome gift beftow;
Some bleffing now impart:
The feed of life eternal fow
In ev'ry waiting heart.
4 Thy loving, pow'rful Spirit fhed,
And speak our fins forgiv'n;
And hafte throughout the lump to spread
The fanctifying leav'n.
5 Refresh us with a ceaseless show'r
Of graces from above,
Till all receive the heart-felt pow'r
Of Everlasting Love.
6 O FATHER, glorify thy Son,
And grant what we require;
For JEsus' fake, the gift fend down,
And anfwer us by fire.
7 Kindle the flame of love within,
Which may to heav'n afcend;
And now the work of grace begin,
Which fhall in glory end..
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LXI. Spiritual Wisdom.
APPY the man who finds the grace,
The bleffing of Gob's chofen race,
The Wisdom coming from above,
The faith that sweetly works by Love.
2 Happy beyond description hè,
Who knows, the Savior dy'd for ME,
The gift unfpeakable obtains,
And heav'nly understanding gains.
3 Wifdom divine! who tells the price
Of Wisdom's coftly merchandize!
Wisdom to filver we prefer,
And gold is drofs, compar'd with her.
4 He finds, who Wisdom apprehends,
A life begun, that never ends;
The tree of life divine fhe is,
Set in the midft of Paradife.
5 Happy the man who Wifdom gains; In whofe obedient heart the reigns: He owns, and will for ever own,
Wifdom, and CHRIST, and Heav'n, are One.
LXII. At a CHRISTIAN Funeral.
LORY be to GoD on high,
GOD in whom we live and dye,
GOD who guides us by his love,
Takes us to his throne above:
Angels, that furround his throne,
Sing the wonders he hath done;
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