Who therefore hath beftow'd
On us a longer Space:
Thou didst in our Behalf appear,
And lo, we fee another Year!
5 Then dig about our Root,
Break up our fallow Ground,
And let our gracious Fruit
To thy great Praise abound:
O let us all thy Praise declare,
And Fruit unto Perfection bear!
HYMN XLV.
1 SONS of Men, behold from far,
Hail the long-expected Star;
Jacob's Star, that gilds the Night,
Guides bewilder'd Nature right.
2 Fear not hence that there shall flow
Wars or Peftilence below;
Wars it bids and Tumults cease,
Ufh'ring in the Prince of Peace.
3 Mild he fhines on all beneath,
Piercing thro' the Shades of Death;
Scatt'ring Error's wide-fpread Night,
Kindling Darkness into Light.
4 Nations all, far off and near,
Hafte to fee your God appear;
Hafte, for him your Hearts prepare;
Meet him manifefted there.
5 There behold the Day-Spring rife,
Pouring Eye-Sight on your Eyes;
God in his own Light turvey,
Shining to the perfect Day.
6 Sing, ye Morning-Stars, again;
God defcends on Earth to reign!
Deigns for Man his Life t'employ,
Shout, ye Sons of God, for Joy.
LAS! and did my Saviour bleed!
and did my Sov'reign die?
Would he devote that facred Head
for fuch a Worm as I?
2 Was it for Crimes that I had done
he groan'd upon the Tree?
Amazing Pity! Grace unknown!
and Love beyond Degree!
Well might the Sun in Darkness hide,
and fhut his Glories in;
When Chrift the mighty Maker dy'd,
for Man the Creature's Sin.
4 Thus might I hide my blufhing Face,
while his dear Crofs appears;
Diffolve my Heart in Thankfulness, and melt mine Eyes to Tears.
But Drops of Grief can ne'er repay
the Debt of Love I owe;
Here, Lord, I give Myfelf away,
'tis all that I can do.
! If my Soul was form'd for Wo how wou'd I vent my Sighs! Repentance should like Rivers flow from both my ftreaming Eyes.
2 'Twas for my Sins my dearest Lord
hung on the curfed Tree,
And groan'd away a dying Life,
for thee, my Soul, for thee.
3 O how I hate those Lufts of mine, that crucify'd my God;
Those Sins that pierc'd and nail'd his Fleft faft to the fatal Wood..
4 Yes, my Redeemer, they fhall die, my Heart hath fo decreed;
Nor will I fpare thofe guilty Things,
that made my Saviour bleed.
5 Whilft with a melting, broken Heart,
my murder'd Lord I view,
I'll raife Revenge againft my Sins,
and flay the Murd❜rers too.
"IS finifh'd, the Redeemer said,
And meekly bow'd his dying Head; O wond'rous loving Pain!
Come, Sinners, and mark well the Word;
There view the Conqueft of our Lord,
Complete for helpless Man.
2 Finish'd the Righteousness of Grace;
Finish'd the Pain that bought our Peace;
The Sinner's Debt is paid:
Accufing Law cancell'd by Blood,
The Wrath of an offended God
In fweet Oblivion laid.
3 Who now shall urge a second Claim?
The Law no longer can condemn,
Faith a Release can shew:
ftice itself a Friend appears,
The Prifon-House a Whisper hears,
Loofe him, and let him go.
4 O Unbelief, injurious Bar!.
Source of tormenting fruitless Fear,
Why doft thou yet reply?
Where'er thy lo Objections tall,
'Tis finith'd,y anfwer all,
And filence ev'ry Cry.
I THE Lord is rifen! He who came
To fuffer Death, and conquer too,
Is rifen; let our Songs proclaim
The Praife to Man's Redeemer due:
To him whom God in tender Love,
Always alike to blefs inclin'd,
Sent to redeem us from above;
To fave, to fanctify Mankind.
CH OR U S.
WORTHY of all Pow'r and Praife,
HE who did, and rofe again;
Lamb of GOD, and flain to raife
MAN, to Life redeem'd
2 That Life which Adam ceas'd to live,
When to this World he turn'd his Heart,
And to his Children could not give,
The fecond Adam can impart.
We, on our earthly Parent's Side,
Could but receive a Life of Earth;
The Lord from Heav'n, he liv'd, and di'd,
And rofe to give us heav'nly Birth.
This mortal Life, this living Death,
Shews that in Adam we all die;
In Chrift we have immortal Breath,,
And Life's unperithing Supply:
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