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The Father has bestow'd On Sinners of a mortal Race,
To call them Sons of God!
Nor doth it yet appear,
How great they will be made;
But when they see their Saviour here,
Saints shall be like their Head,
A Hope so much divine,
May Trials well endure ;
May purge their Souls from Sense and Sin,
As Christ the Lord is pure.
O Lord, if in thy Love
We share a filial Part,
Send down thy Spirit, like a Dove,
To reft upon each Heart,
Suffer us not to lie
Like Slaves before thy Throne, Let each now Abba, Father, cry,
And thou the Kindred own.
Ow to the Lord, a noble Song,
Awake, my Soul, awake my Tongue,
Hosanna to th' eternal Name,
And all his boundless Love proclaim !
See where it shines in Jesu's Face,
The brightest Image of his Grace ;
God, in the Person of his Son,
Hath all his mightiest Works outdone.
Grace, 'tis a sweet, a charming Theme,
Exult, my Soul, at Jesu's Name !
Ye Angels, dwell upon the Sound !
Ye Heav'ns, reflect it to the Ground !
Oh that we all may reach the Place,
Where he unveils his lovely Face,
Where all his Beauties you behold,
And fing his Name to Harps, of Gold !
For the Comforter, &c. John xiv. 16.
TOME, thou dear Jesus and reveal,
And let the Promise now take Place,
Be it according to thy Will,
According to thy word of Grace:
Thy sorrowful Disciples chear,
And send us down the Comforter.
Haften him, Lord, into our Heart,
Our sure inseparable Guide,
O might we meet and never part,
O might he in our Hearts abide,
And keep his House of Praise and Pray'r,
And rest and reign for ever there.
EVER Love nor Sorrow was
Like that my Jesus shew'd !
See him ftretch'd on yonder Cross,
And crush'd beneath our Lord !
Now discern the Deity,
Now his heav'nly Birth declare,
Faith cries out, « 'Tis He! 'Tis He !
My God, that suffers there.
Well may Heav'n be cloath'd with black,
And folemn Sackcloth wear,
Jesu's Agony partake,
The Hour of Darkness share :
Mourn th' astonied Host above,
Silence saddens all the Skies,
Kindler of seraphic Love,
The God of Angels Dies.
Lord, we bless thee for thy Grace
And Truth, which never fail,
Haft'ning to behold thy Face,
Without a dimming Veil :
We shall see our heav'nly King,
All thy glorious Love proclaim,
Help the Angel-Choir to sing
Our dear triumphant Lamb.
The Compafion of Jesus,
UR Spirits join t'adore the Lamb,
Oh that our feeble Lips would move,
In strains, immortal as his Name.
And melting as his dying Love,
Was ever equal Pity found,
The Prince of Heav'n resigns his Breath;
And pours his Life out on the Ground,
To ransom guilty Worms from Death.
Rebels, we broke our Maker's Laws,
He from the threat'ning sets us free,
Bore the full Vengeance on the Cross,
And nail's the Curses to the Tree.
O may we wash our deepest stains,
And heal our Wounds with heav'nly Blood,
Blest Fountain ! springing from the Veins
Of our Incarnate God.
In vain our mortal Voices strive
To speak Compassion fo divine;
Had we a thousand Lives to give,
A thousand Lives should all be thine.
ET others seek for transient Mirth,
And look for Pleasures here on Earth,
We seek the Joys of Canaan's Land,
The Pleasures at the Lord's right Hand.
Our Hope is in our Saviour's Breast,
Our Portion at his Marriage Feast,
Our Kingdom far remov'd from hence,
And Heav'n is our Inheritance.
How can we stay? our Lord is
gone, Hath took poffeffion of his Throne, He calls us Home, and we must
gog: We cannot reft content below.
Pleasure and Gain may strew our Road,
And tempt us to forsake our God :
But Jesus hath engag'd our Heart,
Our Souls from him shall never. part.
O how can we such Love abuse ?
Or slightly such a Saviour use?
Still, dearest Lord, our Ruler be,
And we will always follow thee.
Alvation to our God,
Who sitteth on the Throne !
Thanksgiving to the Holy Ghost,
And to the Lamb, the Son.
All Glory, Praise, and Pow'r,
To God be ever giv'n:
By every Angel round the Throne,
And all the Hofts of Heav'n.