4 The gofpel bears my fpirit up; A faithful and unchanging God Lays the foundation for my hope, In oaths, and promises, and blood. HYMN CXL. Common Metre. A living and a dead Faith; collected from feveral Scriptures.

'MISTAKEN fouls! that dream of heav'n,

And make their empty boast

Of inward joys, and fins forgiv❜n,
While they are flaves to luft.

2 Vain are our fancies, airy flights,
If faith be cold and dead;
None but a living pow'r unites
To Chrift the living head.

3 'Tis faith that changes all the heart
'Tis faith that works by love;
That bids all finful joys depart,
And lifts the thoughts above.

4 'Tis faith that conquers earth and hell By a celeftial pow'r ;

This is the grace that fhall prevail
In the decifive hour.

5 [Faith muft obey her Father's will,
As well as truft his grace;

A pard'ning God is jealous ftill
For his own holiness.

6 When from the curfe he fets us free,
He makes our natures clean;

Nor would he fend his Son to be
The minifter of fin.

7 His fpirit purifies our frame,

And feals our peace with God: Jefus, and his falvation, came

By water and by blood.]

HYMN CXLI. Short Metre. The Humiliation and Exaltation of Chrift. Ifa. liii. 1-5, 10-12.

I

WHO

HO has believ'd thy word,
Or thy falvation known?
Reveal thine arm, Almighty Lord,
And glorify thy Son.

2 The Jews efteem'd him here
Too mean for their belief:
Sorrows his chief acquaintance were,
And his companion, grief.

3 They turn'd their eyes away,
And treated him with fcorn;
But 'twas their griefs upon him lay,
Their forrows he has borne.

4

5

'Twas for the ftubborn Jews,
And Gentiles, then unknown,

The God of juftice pleas'd to bruise
His beft-beloved Son.

"But I'll prolong his days,

"And make his kingdom ftand; "My pleasure," faith the God of grace, "Shall profper in his hand.

6 "[His joyful foul fhall fee

7

"The purchase of his pain, "And by his knowledge juftify "The guilty fons of men.] "[Ten thousand captive flaves, "Releas'd from death and fin,

"Shall quit their prifons and their graves, "And own his pow'r divine.]

"[Heav'n fhall advance my Son
"To joys that earth deny'd ;
"He faw the follies men had done,
"And bore their fins, and dy'd."]
HYMN CXLII. Short Metre.
The fame. Ifa. liii. 6-12.
IKE fheep we went aftray,
And broke the fold of God;

Each wand'ring in a diff'rent way,
But all the downward road.

2 How dreadful was the hour,
When God our wand'rings laid,
And did at once his vengeance pour
Upon the Shepherd's head!

3

4

How glorious was the grace

When Chrift fuftain'd the ftroke! His life and blood the Shepherd pays A ranfom for the flock.

His honour and his breath

Were taken both away;

Join'd with the wicked in his death,
And made as vile as they.

5 But God fhall raife his head
O'er all the fons of men,

And make him fee a num'rous feed,
To recompenfe his pain.

6 "I'll give him," faith the Lord,
"A portion with the strong;
"He fhall poffefs a large reward,
"And hold his honours long.".
K

HYMN CXLIII. Common Metre. Characters of the Children of God; from several Scriptures.

S new-born babes defire the breaft, To feed, and grow, and thrive; So faints with joy the gospel taste, And by the gofpel live.

2 [With inward guft their heart approves All that the word relates ;

They love the men their Father loves,
And hate the work he hates.]
3 [Not all the flatt'ring baits on earth
Can make them flaves to luft;
They can't forget their heav'nly birth,
Nor grovel in the duft.

4 Not all the chains that tyrants use
Shall bind their fouls to vice;
Faith, like a conqu'ror, can produce
A thousand victories.]

5 [Grace, like an uncorrupted feed,
Abides and reigns within;
Immortal principles forbid

The fons of God to fin.]

6 [Not by the terrors of a flave
Do they perform his will;
But, with the nobleft pow'rs they have,
His fweet commands fulfil.]

7 They find accefs, at ev'ry hour,
To God, within the vail;
Hence they derive a quick'ning pow'r,
And joys that never fail.

8 O happy fouls! O glorious ftate
Of overflowing grace;

To dwell fo near their Father's feat,
And fee his lovely face.

9 Lord, I addrefs thy heav'nly throne;
Call me a child of thine;
Send down the fpirit of thy Son
To form my heart divine.

10 There fhed thy choiceft loves abroad,
And make my comforts ftrong :
Then fhall I fay, "My Father God,"
With an unwav'ring tongue.

HYMN CXLIV. Common Metre. The witneffing and fealing Spirit. Rom. viii. 14, 16. Eph. i. 13, 14.

W

HY fhould the children of a King
Go mourning all their days?

Great Comforter ! defcend and bring
Some tokens of thy grace.

2 Doft thou not dwell in all the faints,
And feal the heirs of heav'n ?
When wilt thou banish my complaints,
And fhew my fins forgiv'n?

3 Affure my confcience of her part
In the Redeemer's blood;

And bear thy witness with my heart,
That I am born of God.

4 Thou art the earneft of his love,
The pledge of joys to come;
And thy foft wings, celeftial Dove,
Will fafe convey me home.

HYMN CXLV. Common Metre.
Chrift and Aaron; taken from Heb. vii, and ix.
I ESUS, in thee our eyes behold

JES

A thousand glories more