8 This now, with heav'n's refplendent hoft,
We echo thro' the church's bounds;
And 'midst the Heathen make our boast,
Of our Redeemer's blood and wounds:
And loud like many waters join,
To fhout the Lamb, the MAN divine!
9 By this our mark will we be known,
In heav'n, and in the earth abroad,
That ev'ry doctrine we disown,
And ev'ry faith, and ev'ry God,
But Chrift EMMANUEL, and that faith
Which apprehends his blood and death.
The real and genuine fruits and effects of Saving Faith.
HE finner that truly believes,
And trufts in his crucify'd God,
His juftification receives,
Redemption in full thro' his blood:
Tho' thousands and thousands of foes
Against him in malice unite,
Their rage he thro' Chrift can oppose,
Led forth by the Spirit to fight.
2 Not all the delufions of fin
Shall ever feduce him to death: He now has the witnefs within, United to Jefus by faith.
This faith fhall eternally fail
When Jefus fhall fall from his throne:
For Hell against both must prevail;
Since Jefus and he are but one.
The faith that unites to the Lamb,
And brings fuch salvation as this,
Is more than mere notion or name;
The work of God's Spirit it is.
A principle active and young,
That lives under preffure and load;
That makes out of weakness more ftrong;
And draws the foul upward to God.
It treads on the world and on hell,
It vanquishes death and defpair:
And (what still is ftranger to tell)
It overcomes heav'n by pray'r;
Permits a vile worm of the duft
With God to commune as a friend;
To hope his forgiveness as juft;
And look for his love to the end.
5 It fays to the mountains, depart,
That stand betwixt God and the foul;
It binds up the broken in heart,
And makes their fore confciences whole;
Bids fins of a crimson like dye
Be fpotless as fnow and as white;
And makes fuch a finner as I
As pure as an angel of light.
WHEREVER faith does juftify,
It purifies the heart:
The pardon and the purity
Join hands and never part.
2 The happy ftate of pardon doth
An holy life infer;
In fubjects capable of both,
They never funder'd were.
8 From precious faith, a precious ftrife
Of precious virtues flow,
A precious heart, a precious life,
And precious duties too.
4 A happy finner I remain,
But fin hath loft its pow'r ;
Sin, ftill I have, but Chrift doth reign,
His wounds my ftrength and tow'r.
5 No heavy yoke his precepts prove,
No tirefome load impofe;
My heart now fill'd with facred love,
His will with pleasure does.
6 To boast of faith in bonds of fin,
Blafphemes thy Jefu's name;
Believers ftill enflav'd within,
Those fouls, whom faith with Chrift unites,
Are peaceful, calm, ferene,
His Spirit in fuch hearts refides
And keeps his temple clean.
ISTAKEN fouls! that dream of heav'n,'
And make their
empty boaft Of inward joys, and fins forgv'n, While they are flaves to luft.
2 Vain are our fancy's airy flights, If faith be cold and dead ;
None but a living pow'r unites
To Chrift the living head.
'Tis faith that changes all the heart;
'Tis faith that works by love,
That bids all finful joys depart,
And lifts the thoughts above.
'Tis faith that conquers earth and hell,
By a celeftial pow'r;
This is the grace that shall prevail
In the decifive hour.
5 True faith obeys her author's will,
As well as trust 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 Spirit purifies our frame,
And feals our peace with God;
Jefus and his falvation came
By water and by blood.
The Chriftian's happy life.
How are walk with him below?
OW happy are the men who know
How happy they who calmly bear
All griefs and perfecutions here ?
And fix their steady minds on him,
Who them did from the world redeem.
2 They trust the Lord, whofe vocal blood
Saith, All things work together for good;
Nor murmur they when crofs'd or wrong'd,
When like to die, when life's prolong'd;
But quiet under all go on,
And fing, Thy unll, my God, be done.
In these our Saviour dwells, and is
Their ftrength, and righteousness, and bliss;
The dove spreads here prolific wings,
And here the peaceful olive brings:
In hearts like thefe, the Father God
Is pleas'd to 'stablish his abode.
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