And carnal objects court our eyes, 2 He knows what wand'ring hearts we have, Apt to forget his lovely face; 3 And, to refresh our minds, he gave The Lord of life this table spread And tafte the wine, and blefs our God. 4 Let finful fweets be all forgot, And earth grow lefs in our esteem; 6 [Our eyes look upward to the hills, Crucifixion to the World by the Crofs of Chrift. Gal. vi. 14. 1 WH HEN I furvey the wond'rous cross 2 Forbid it, Lord, that I fhould boast, 3 See from his head, his hands, his feet, I Demands my foul, my life, my all! HYMN VIII. Common Metre. NOME, let us join a joyful tune COM Ye faints on high, around his throne, z While once, upon this lower ground, 3 What dear refreshment here ye found The tree of life, that near the throne 4 [Hov'ring among the leaves, there stands The fweet celeftial Dove ; And Jefus on the branches hangs 5 ['Tis a young heav'n of strange delight While in his fhade we fit; His fruit is pleafing to the fight, And to the taste as fweet. 6 New life it fpreads through dying hearts, 7 Now let the flaming weapon ftand, 8 Infinite grace our fouls adore, HYMN IX. Short Metre. The Spirit, the Water, and the Blood. r John v. 6. ET all our tongues be one, 2 3 4 To praise our God on high, Who from his bosom fent his Son, Nor let our voices ceafe It cost him cries and tears Great was our debt, and he appears [My Saviour's pierced fide 5 Infinite was our guilt, But he, our Priest, atones ; 6 Look up, my foul, to him 7 Whofe death was thy defert, There, on the curfed tree, Fulfils his Father's great decree, Thus the Redeemer came, While the eternal Three Bear their record above, 10 [Lord, cleanfe my foul from fin, I N HYMN X. Long Metre. Christ crucified, the Wisdom and Power of God. ATURE with open volume stands, To spread her Maker's praise abroad; And ev'ry labour of his hands Shews fomething worthy of a God. 2 But in the grace that rescu'd man His brightest form of glory shines ; Here, on the cross, 'tis fairest drawn 3 [Here his whole name appears complete; 4 Where grace and vengeance ftrangely join ; Piercing his Son with sharpeft fmart, To make the purchas'd pleasures mine. 5 Oh, the sweet wonders of that cross, Where God the Saviour lov'd and dy'd! His nobleft life my spirit draws From his dear wounds, and bleeding fide, 6 I would forever speak his name, In founds to mortal ears unknown, With angels join to praise the Lamb, And worship at his Father's throne. HYMN XI. Common Metre. Pardon brought to our Senfes. LORD, how divine thy comforts are! How heav'nly is the place, Where Jefus fpreads the facred feaft 2 There the rich bounties of our God, 3 "Here," (fays the kind redeeming Lord, And fhews his wounded fide) "See here the spring of all your joys, "That open'd when I dy'd !" |