And cleanse the guilt of that infected crime
Which was enrooted in all fleshly flime.

8 O bleifed well of love! O flowre of grace!
O glorious morning-star! O lamp of light!
Moft lively image of thy father's face,
Eternal king of glory, lord of might,
Meek lamb of god, before all worlds behight,
How can we thee requite for all this good?
Or what can prize that thy most precious
blood?

I

HYMN

CCLXXIV.

AND are we now brought near to God,

who once at Distance ftood?

And to effect this glorious Change,
did Jefus fhed his Blood?

2 Oh! for a Song of ardent Praise,
to bear our Souls above;
What should allay our lively Hope,
or damp our flaming Love?

3 Draw us, O Lord, with quick'ning Grace,
and bring us yet more near:
Here may we fee thy Glories fhine,
and taste thy Mercies here!

4 Oh! may that Love which spreads the Board difpofe us for the Feast;

May Faith behold a smiling God,
thro' Jefu's bleeding Breaft.

HYMN

HYMN

CCLXXV.

IWE talk of Heav'n, we talk of Hell;
Butwhat they mean no Tongue can tell:
Heav'n is the Realm where Angels are,
And Hell the Chaos of Despair.

2 But what these awful Words imply,
None of us know before we die ;
Whether we will or no we must
Take the fucceeding World on trust.

3

This Hour perhaps our Friend is well;
The next we hear his paffing Bell:
He dies; and then for aught we see
Ceases at once to breathe and be.

4 Swift flies the Soul; perhaps 'tis gone
A thousand Leagues beyond the Sun;
Or twice ten thousand more thrice told,
Ere the forfaken Clay is cold.

5 Whilft we, their Lofs lamenting, fay
They're out of Hearing, far away;
Guardians to us, perhaps, they're near,
Conceal'd in Vehicles of Air.

6 And yet no Notices they give,
Nor tell us where, or how they live;
Though confcious whilft with us below,
How much themselves defir'd to know;
7 As if bound up by folemn Fate,
To keep this Secret of their State,

To

9

To tell their Joys or Pains to none,
That Man may live by Faith alone.
8 Well; let my Sov'reign, if he please,
Lock up his marvellous Decrees;
Why should I wifh him to reveal
What he thinks proper to conceal ?
It is enough that I believe

Heav'ns brighter far than we conceive;
And they who make it all their Care
To ferve God here, fhall fee him there.
10 But, O what Worlds fhall I furvey
The Moment that I leave this Clay?
How fudden the Surprise? how new?
Let it, my God, be happy too!

HM YN

CCLXXVI.

ALL-glorious God, whatHymns of Praise, Shall our tranfported Voices raise ? What flaming Love and Zeal is due, While Heav'n ftands open to our view? 2 Once we were fall'n, and O how low ! Juft on the Brink of endless Woe; Doom'd to the Heritage in Hell, Where Sinners in deep Darkness dwell. 3 But lo! a Ray of cheerful Light Scatters the horrid Shades of Night: Lo what triumphant Grace is fhewn To Souls impoverish'd and undone.

Far

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