Yes, Lord, I fhall fee the blifs of thine own; Thy mercy to me fhall foon be made known For forrow and fadness, I joy fhall receive, And share in the gladness of all that believe.

CLIX. Preferving Grace. Sevens.

LORD, and am I yet alive?

Not in torments, not in hell!
Still doth thy good Spirit ftrive!
With the chief of finners dwell!
Yes, I ftill lift up mine eyes,
Will not of thy love defpair;
Still in fpite of fin I rife,
Still to call thee mine I dare.

O the length and breadth of love!
Jefu, Saviour, can it be?
All thy mercy's height I prove,
All the depth is feen in me.
O the miracles of grace!
Tell it out, to finners tell!

Men, and fiends, and angels gaze,
I am out of hell!

I am,

Turn afide, a fight t' admire,
I the living wonder am!

See a bufh, that burns with fire,
Unconfum'd amidst the flame!
See a stone that hangs in air!
See a fpark in oceans dwell!
Kept alive with death so near,
I I am out of hell!

am,

CLX. Mercy celebrated. P. M. THY mercy, my God, is the theme of my Long,

The joy of my heart, & the boat of my tongue:
Thy free grace alone, from the first to the laft,
Has won my affections, and bound my foul faft.
Without thy fweet mercy I could not live here ;
Sin foon would reduce me to utter despair:
But, thro' thy free goodness, my fpirits revive,
And he that first made me, ftill keeps me alive.
Whene'er I mistake, thy kind mercy begins
To melt me, and then I can mourn for my fins;
And, led by thy Spirit to Jefus's blood,
My forrows are dry'd, and my ftrength is re-
new'd.

Thy mercy is more than a match for my heart,
Which wonders to feel its own hardness depart;
Diffolv'd by thy fun-fhine, I fall to the ground,
And weep to the praise of the mercy I found."
Thy mercy is endless, moft tender and free;
No finner need doubt, fince 'tis giv'n to me:
No merit will buy it, nor fears flop its course i
Good works are the fruits of its freeness & force.
Thy mercy in Jefus exempts me from bell;
Of thy mercy I'll fing, of thy mercy I'll tell :
'Twas Jelus, my friend, when he hung on the
tree,

That open'd the channel of mercy for me.
Great Father of Mercies, thy goodness I own,
And the covenant-love of thy crucify'd Son:
All praife to the Spirit, whofe witnefs divine,
Seals mercy, and pardon, and righteoufnels,

mine.

CLXI. The Kingdom of Chrift. P. M. REJOICE, the Lord is King, Your God and King adore; Mortals, give thanks, and fing, And triumph evermore ! Lift up your heart, lift up your voice, Rejoice; again I fay, Rejoice!.

Jefus, the Saviour reigns,

The God of truth and love;
When he had purg'd our stains,
He took his feat above:

Lift up your heart, &c.

His Kingdom cannot fail,

He rules o'er earth and heav'n;
The keys of death and hell
Are to our Jefus giv'n :

Lift up your heart, &c.

He fits at God's right hand,
Till all his foes fubmit,
And bow to his command,
And fall beneath his feet a

Lift up your heart, &c.

Rejoice in glorious hope,

Jefus, the Judge, fhall come, And take his fervants up

To their eternal home!

We foon fhall hear th' Archangel's voice;
The trump of God shall sound, Rejoice! M. Ca

CLXII. King Jefus adored. As the 104th.
E fervants of God, your Mafter proclaim,

The name all-vi&orious, of Jesus extol ;
His kingdom is glorious, and rules over all!
Salvation to God, who fits on the throne,
Let all cry aloud, and honour the Son:
Our Jefus's praifes, the angels proclaim,
Fall down on their faces, and worship the Lamb.
Then let us adore, and give him his right;
All glory and pow'r, and wifdom and might
All honour and bleffing, with angels above,
And thanks never cealing, and infinite love.

CLXIII. Another. As the 104th.

Howglorious the Lamb is seen on the throne!

His labours are o'er, his conquests are won; A kingdom is giv'n, into the Lamb's hand, In earth and in heav'n, for ever to stand. Ye finners below, then truft in the Lord; Look up to his arm, his honour, his word; Athirst for his favour, his Godhead adore, Look up to your Saviour, and joy evermore!

CLXIV. The wounded Lamb. L. M. Come, thou wounded Lamb of God! Come, wafh us in thy cleanfing blood Give us to know thy love, then pain Is fweet, and life or death is gain. Take our poor hearts, and let them be For ever clos'd to all but thee; Seal thou our breast, and let us wear That pledge of love, for ever there.

How can it be, thou heav'nly King,
That thou should't man to glory bring!
Make flaves the partners of thy throne,
Deck'd with a never-fading crown!
Ab, Lord! enlarge our fcanty thought,
To know the wonders thou haft wrought;
Unloose our stamm'ring tongues to tell
Thy love immenfe, unfearchable!
Firft-born of many brethren thou,
To thee both earth and heav'n muit bow;
Help us to thee, our all to give,
Thine may we die, thine may we live!

CLXV. Grace reigns. C. M. RICH grace, free grace, most sweetly calls, Directly come, who will ;

Juft as you are, for Chrift receives

Pour helpless finners still.

'Tis grace each day, that feeds our fouls,
Grace keeps us inly poor,

And, O that nothing elle but grace
May rule for evermore !

CLXVI. Chrift our Sanctuary. L. M.

O, you, that reft upon the law,

G%

And madly feek falvation there:
Look to the flames that Mofes faw!
And shrink, and tremble, and defpair.
But I'll retire beneath the cross;
Saviour, at thy dear feet I lie:

And the keen fword that Justice draws,
Flaming and red, thall pais me by.