Come from the hedges and highways, 4 Thousands of fouls in glory now, 5 And thousands more, ftill on the way, Yet is his houfe and heart fo large, That thousands more may come ; Nor could the wide affembling world O'erfill the spacious room. 6 All things are ready; enter in, Come, take your places at the feast, DODDRIDGE. Hymn CCXXXV. Short Metre. [or] The Law and Cofpel. HE law by Mofes came, TH But peace and truth and love Were brought by Chrift, a nobler name, 2 Amidft the house of God, Their different works were done; Mofes a faithful fervant ftood; But Chrift a faithful Son. 3 Then to his new commands 4 The man who durft despise Behold how terribly he dies Who hate to hear when Jefus calls, And dare refift his grace. WATTS. Hymn CCXXXVI. Com. Metre. [* or b] "THE The Nerv Covenant. HE promife of my Father's love He faid; and gave his foul to death, -2 To this new cov'nant of thy word I feal' th' engagement to the Lord, 3 Thy light and ftrength and pard'ning grace, And glory fhall be mine; My life and foul, my heart and flefh, 4 Thus will I join my foul to God And take the bleffings he bestows With thankful heart and hands. WATTS and DODDRIDGE. Hymn CCXXXVII. Long Metre. [*] The Reward of faithful Servants. Daniel xii. 3. TR HERE is a glorious world on high, Faith views the blissful profpect nigh, There fhall the fervants of the Lord To win them from the fatal way, Where erring folly thoughtless roves; And that bleit righteoufnefs difplay, Which Jefus wrought, and God approves ! 5 The fhining firmament fhall fade, And fparkling ftars refiga their light; But thefe fhall know no change nor fhade, Forever fair, forever bright. 6 No fancy'd joy beyond the fky, No fair delufion is reveal'd; 'Tis God that speaks, who cannot lie, 7 And fhall not thefe cold hearts of ours Mrs. STEELE, Hymn CCXXXVIII. C. M. [or b] TH Death and Heaven. HERE is a house not made by hands, And here my fpirit waiting ftands, 2 Shortly this prifon of my clay 3 'Tis he, by his almighty grace, 4 We walk by faith of joys to come; 'Tis pleafant to believe thy grace, We would be abfent from the flesh, WATTS Hymn CCXXXIX. Com. Metre, [b] The Humiliation of Chrift. Ifaiah, liii. No earthly beauties in him fhine, To draw the carnal eye. 2 Fair as a blooming, tender flower So flighted and defpis'd by man, 3 They held him as condemn'd by Heaven, While for their fins he groan'd and bled Beneath his Father's rod. 4 With finners in the duft he lay, 6 He died to bear the guilt of nien, bymn CCXL. Common Metre. [ or bl The Refurrection of the Martyrs. Rev. vii. "T HESE glorious minds how bright they How came they to the happy feats Of everlasting day ? 2 From tort'ring pains to endless joys, On fiery wheels they rode, And ftrangely wafh'd their raiment white, In Jefus' dying bloed. R |