By thy dying Love to Man,
Take all our Sins away;
Burst our Bonds and fet us free,
From all Iniquity release:
O remember Calvary,

And bid us go in Peace.

3 Let thy Blood by Faith applied, The Sinners Pardon feal,

Speak us freely justified,

And all our Sickness heal:
By thy Paffion on the Tree,

Let all our Griefs and Troubles cease:

O remember Calvary,

And bid us go in Peace.

4 Never will we hence depart,

Till thou our Wants relieve,
Write Forgiveness on our Heart,
And all thine Image give:
Still our Souls fhall cry to thee,
Till perfected in Holiness:
O remember Calvary,

And bid us go in Peace.

HYMN CCCCLIII,

LL hail, the true Elijah,

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The Lord our God and Saviour!
Who leaves behind

For all Mankind,

The

The Tokens of his Favour:
The never-dying Prophet,
Awhile to Mortals given,
This folemn Day

Is wrapt away,

By flaming Steeds to Heaven 2 Come fee the rifing Triumph, And proftrate fall before him; He mounts, he flies

Above the Skies,

Where all his Hofts adore him,
Born on his fiery Chariot,
With joyful Acclamation
Pursue the Lord,

To Heav'n reftor'd,

The God of our Salvation.

3 Who fee their Lord at parting,
They fhall on Earth inherit
A double Pow'r,

A larger Show'r

Of his descending Spirit.
The Spirit of our Master
Shall reft on each Believer,
And furely we

Our Mafter fee,

Who lives and reigns forever.

4 Yes, our exalted Jefus,
By Faith we now adore thee,
And ftill we fit
Before thy Feet,

And triumph in thy Glory.

In vain the flaming Chariot
Hath parted us afunder,
We ftill thro' Grace
Behold thy Face,

And shout our loving Wonder.

5 By Faith we catch thy Mantle, The Covering of thy Spirit; By Faith we wear,

And gladly fhare

Thine all-involving Merit.
We reft beneath thy Shadow,
Till by the Whirlwind driven,
From Earth we rife,

And mount the Skies,

And grafp our Lord in Heaven.

HYMN

CCCCLIV.

God, of Good th' unfathom'd Sea! Who would not give his Heart to thee! Who would not love thee with his Might? O Jefu, Lover of Mankind!

Who would not his whole Soul and Mind With all his Strength to thee unite?

2 Thou fhin'ft with everlafting Rays Before th' infufferable Blaze;

Angels with both Wings veil their Eyes, Yet free as Air thy Bounty ftreams On all thy Works; thy Mercy's Beams Diffufive as thy Sun's arife.

2. Aftonifh'd

3 Aftonish'd at thy frowning Brow,
Earth, Hell, and Heav'n's ftrong Pillars bow;
Terrible Majesty is thine!

Who then can that vaft Love express,
Which bows thee down to me, who lefs

Than Nothing am, till thou art mine!
4 High thron'd on Heav'n's eternal Hill,
In Number, Weight, and Measure still
Thou fweetly order'ft all that is:
And yet thou deign'ft to come to me,
And guide my Steps, that I with thee

Enthron'd may reign in endless Bliss.
5 Fountain of Good, all Bleffing flows
From thee; no Want thy Fulness knows:
What but thyfelf canft thou defire?
Yes: felf-fufficient as thou art,
Thou doft defire my worthlefs Heart;
This, only this thou doft require.

6 Primeval Beauty! in thy Sight
The firft-born faireft Sons of Light
See all their brighteft Glories fade:
What then to me thine Eyes could turn?
In Sin conceiv'd, of Woman born,

A Worm, a Leaf, a Blaft, a Shade!
6 Hell's Armies tremble at thy Nod,
And trembling own th' almighty God,
Sov'reign, of Earth, Hell, Air, and Sky;
But who is this that comes from far,
Whofe Garments roll'd in Blood appear?
'Tis God made Man, for Man to die.

7 O God, of Good th' unfathom'd Sea, Who would not give his Heart to thee?

Who would not love thee with his Might? O Jefu, Lover of Mankind,

Who would not his whole Soul and Mind, With all his Strength to thee unite?

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HYMN CCCCLV.

WAY, my unbelieving Fear!

Fear fhall in me no more take Place My Saviour doth not yet appear, He hides the Brightness of his Face: But fhall I therefore let him go? And bafely to the Tempter yield? No; in the Strength of Jesus, no; I never will give up my Shield. 2 Although the Vine its Fruit deny, Although the Olive yield no Oil, The with'ring Figtree droop and die, The Field illude the Tiller's Toil, The empty Stall no Herd afford, And perish all the bleating Race, Yet will I triumph in the Lord, The God of my Salvation praise. 3 Barren although my Soul remain,

And no one Bud of Grace appear; No Fruit of all my Toil and Pain,

But Sin, and only Sin is here; Although my Gifts and Comforts loft, My blooming Hopes cut off I fee,

Yet