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

2 Chrift, whom the boundless heav'n adores, Whom angels long to fee;

Quitted with joy thofe blifsful fhores,
Ambaffador to me!

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 abhor'd.

5 Yet this redeeming angel came, So vile a worm to blefs;

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

60! that my languid heart might glow,
With ardor all divine;

And for more love than Seraphs know,
Like burning Seraphs shine.

HYMN XLVII.

L.

. M. NEEDHAM.]

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Meffiah.

1 GLORY

LORY to God who reigns above, Who dwells in light, whofe name is love; Ye faints and angels, if ye can, Declare the love of God to man.

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 fpoke.
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 store,
Meffiah's prefence grac'd it more.
6 We fee the prophecies fulfil'd

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

HYMN XLVIII. L. M. [RICHARDS.]
Mighty God.

HAIL, mighty, true and living God,

Ancient of everlafting days;
Saviour of man, who shed'st thy blood,
O teach us, worthily to praise.

2 Cloth'd with falvation, clad in zeal ;
Arm'd with the vengeance of a God;
That power which long had bruis'd the heel,
Beneath thy pierced feet was trod :

3 Spoil'd of his goods, the goods he held In chains of darknefs, guile and fraud;

The nature which by him rebell'd,
Now forms thy great, thy juft reward.

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Who fhall hold back the Saviour's prey
Or keep the captives of his blood?
Not earth, nor hell. More ftrong than they,
Chrift conquers, as the mighty God.

HYMN XLIX. L. M. [JAMES RELLY.] The only perfect.

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COULD I of all perfection boast,
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 ftedfast 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 defpife,
And Jesus' 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 ardor shone
Like him I'd vain and foolish fee
My wifdom, zeal, yea all, but thee,

6 Had I an angel's purity, this I would deny

Yea even

Nor good confefs in name, or thing,
But Chrift my Lord, my life, my King.

HYMN L. C. M. [RICHARDS.]
Prince of Peace.

i JESUS, thou Prince, thou King of peace, And king of glory too;

O be thy bleffed name ador'd,
By Gentile and by Jew.

2 For Ifr'el's tribes; for us, O Lord, Eternal peace is made,

Our pardon's feal'd; 'tis feal'd with blood
The blood of Christ, our head:

3 Nor ours alone; the head of many
Of ev'ry man art thou:

For ev'ry man, 'twas thine to die -
The world to thee fhall bow.

HYMN LI. C. M. [WATTS.]
Prophet, Prief and King.

WE blefs the Prophet of the Lord,

Who comes with truth and grace;
Jefus, thy fpirit and thy word,
Shall lead us in thy ways.

2 We rev'rence our high priest above,
Who offer'd up his blood;
And lives to carry on his love,
By pleading with our God.

3 We honor our exalted King;
How fweet are his commands!
He guards our fouls from hell and fing
By his almighty hands.

4

Hofanna to his glorious name,
Who faves by diff'rent ways:
His mercy lays a fov'reign claim,
To our immortal praife.

HYMN LII. L. M. [RIPPON'S COLL.3
Rain of Heaven.

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Jefus fhall fhed his bleffings down, Crown'd with whofe life infufing drops, Earth shall renew her blifsful crops, Lands that beneath a burning fky, Have long been defolate and dry, Th' effufions of his love fhall fhare, 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,

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5 That heav'nly infl'ence let me find,
In holy filence of the mind;
While ev'ry grace maintains its bloom,
Diffufing wide its rich perfume,

6 Nor let thefe 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.