V.

From every fnare and evil work
his grace fhall me defend,
And to his heav'nly kingdom fafe
fhall bring me in the end.

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ow wretched was our former ftate, when flaves to Satan's sway, With hearts disorder'd and impure, o'erwhelm'd in fin we lay!

II.

But, O my foul! for ever praise, for ever love his name, Who turn'd thee from the fatal paths of folly, fin, and fhame.+

III.

Vain and prefumptuous is the trust which in our works we place, Salvation from a higher fource flows to the human race.

IV.

Tis from the mercy of our God that all our hopes begin;

His mercy fav'd our fouls from death, and wash'd our fouls from fin. J

V.

His Spirit, through the Saviour shed, its facred fire imparts,

Refines our dross, and love divine rekindles in our hearts.

V1.

Thence, rais'd from death, we live anew; and, justify'd by grace,

We hope in glory to appear,

and fee our Father's face.

VII.

Let all who hold this faith and hope

in holy deeds abound;

Thus faith approves itself fincere by active virtue crown'd.

LVII.

HB. iv. 14. to the end.

I.

ESUS, the Son of God, who once
for us his life refign'd,

Now lives in heav'n our great High Priest, and never-dying friend.

II.

Through life, through death, let us to him with conftancy adhere;

Faith fhall fupply new ftrength, and hope fhall banish every fear.

III.

To human weakness not fevere
is our High Priest above;
His heart o'erflows with tenderness,
his bowels melt with love.

IV.

- With fympathetic feelings touch'd, he knows our feeble frame;

He knows what fore temptations are, for he has felt the fame.

V.

But though he felt temptation's pow'r, unconquer'd he remain'd; Nor 'midst the frailty of our frame by fin was ever ftain'd.

VI.

As in the days of feeble flesh
he pour'd forth cries and tears;
So, though exalted, ftill he feels
what ev'ry Chriftian bears.

VII.

Then let us with a filial heart come boldly to the throne

Of grace fupreme, to tell our griefs, and all our wants make known;

VIII.

That mercy we may there obtain for fins and errors paft,

And grace to help in time of need, while days of trial last.

LVIII.

Another verfion of the fame paffage.

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I.

Here high the heavenly temple stands,

The house of God not made with hands, A great High Priest our nature wears; The guardian of mankind appears.

II.

He who for men their furety stood,
And pour'd on earth his precious blood,
Pursues in heav'n his mighty plan,
The Saviour and the friend of man.

III.

Though now afcended up on high,
He bends on earth a brother's eye;
Partaker of the human name,
He knows the frailty of our frame.

IV.

Our fellow-fuff'rer yet retains
A fellow-feeling of our pains;
And ftill remembers in the skies
His tears, his agonies, and cries.