LVII. The Sacrifice of Christ accepted; Or, God glorified, and Sinners faved.

"T

IS finished" our Immanuel cry'd,
And bow'd his facred head, and dy'd,

At laft the glorious confli&t's o'er,
And fin and death shall reign no more.

2 'Twas then the great apoftate fell,
Doom'd in eternal chains to hell;
Black legions round their monarch wait,
And curse his fall, and share his fate.

3 Death faw th' Almighty conq'ror come,
And spread a glory round his gloom ;-
Robb'd of his dart, his fting, his pow'r,
The ghaftly foe affrights no more.

4 Juftice the wond'rous deed furvey'd,
And own'd the finner's ransom paid
While mercy all divinely mild,
In ev'ry heav'nly feature fmil'd.

s Well-pleas'd th' Almighty Father faw,
The bleeding victim to his law;
"Enough," he cry'd, "let finners live,
"The debt's discharg'd, and I forgive.”

6 Hither, ye trembling finners fly;
Look up, and fee a Saviour die :

His blood your anguifh fhall relieve,
And life, and joys immortal, give.

LVIII.

The Sinner's Welcome

The

to the Waters of Life. Rev.

xxii. 17.

THE Spirit in the word,

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And in his motions cries, "Come to the fountain-head of life, "And come for large fupplies."

2 The bride, the church on earth,
And church in heav'n combine,
To bid unworthy finners come,
And drink the joys divine..

3 Let him that hears the call,
Spring from his long delay;
And to this great falvation fly,
And feize the blifs to-day,

4

Let ev'ry one that thirsts,

To know the Saviour's love,

Come to the ever-flowing springs,

And all their virtue prove.

5

And whofoever will,

Is welcome to receive,

The streams of everlasting life, ~

That Chrift will freely give.

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6 Jefus

6 Jefus, is this thy voice?
We bless the gracious call,.
And fly with joyful hafte to thee,
Our Saviour and our all.

LIX.

Meditation of Heaven;

Or, the Joy of Faith.

Y thoughts, furmount thefe lower skies,
And look within the veil ;

My

There fprings of endless pleasure rife,

The waters never fail..

2 There I behold, with fweet delight,
The bleffed three in one;

And ftrong affections fix my fight,
On God's incarnate Son.

3 Light are the pains that nature brings;
How fhort our forrows are,
When with eternal future things,
The present we compare.

4 I would not be a ftranger ftill,
To that celeftial place ;
Where 1 for ever hope to dwell,
Near my Redeemer's face.

LX. Chrift's

LX. Chrift's Victory over Satan.

'H

OSANNA to our conqu❜ring king,
The prince of darkness flies;

His troops ruth headlong down to hell,

Like lightning from the fkies.

2 There, bound in chains, the lions roar,
And fright the refcu'd fheep;

But heavy bars confine their pow'r,
And malice to the deep.

3 Hofanna to our conqu'ring king,

All hail incarnate love;

Ten thousand fongs and glories, wait,
To crown thy head above.

4 Thy vict'ries and thy deathless fame,
Round the wide world fhall run;

And everlasting ages fing,

The triumphs thou haft won.

LXI. The Glory of Chrift in

Heaven.

H, the delights, the heav'nly joys,
The glories of the place;

Where Jefus fheds the brightest beams,
Of his o'erflowing grace.

2 Sweet majesty and awful love,

Sit fmiling on his brow;

And

And all the glorious ranks above,
At humble diftance, bow..

[3 Princes to his imperial name,
Bend their bright fceptres down,
Dominions, thrones, and pow'rs rejoice,
To fee him wear the crown.

4 Archangels found his lofty praise,
Thro' ev'ry heav'nly fireet;

And lay their higheft honours down,
Submiffive at his feet..

5 Thofe foft, thofe bleffed feet of his,
Which once rude iron tore,
High on a throne of light they ftand,
And all the heav'ns adore.

6 His head, the dear majestic head,
That cruel thorns did wound,
See what immortal glories fhine,
And circle it around!]

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This is the man-th' exalted man,
Whom we, unseen, adore;

But when our eyes behold his face,
Our hearts fhall love him more.

LXII. Dif