The incense and the bleeding lamb,
The ark, the altar, and the priest.
4 Predictions in abundance meet,
To join their blessings on his head;
Jesus, we worship at thy feet,
And nations own the promis'd seed.

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HYMN 6. Fourth Part. L. M.
The gospel of Christ.

OD, in the gospel of his Son,

GOD,

Makes his eternal counsels known; "Tis here his richest mercy shines, And truth is drawn in fairest lines.

2 Here sinners of a humble frame
May taste his grace, and learn his name,
"Tis writ in characters of blood,
Severely just, immensely good.

3 Here Jesus, in ten thousand ways,
His soul-attracting charms displays;
Recounts his poverty and pains,
And tells his love in melting strains.

4 Wisdom its dictates here imparts,
To form our minds, to cheer our hearts;
Its influ❜nce makes the sinner live,
It bids the drooping saint revive.
5 Our raging passions it controls,
And comfort yields to contrite souls;
It brings a better world in view,
And guides us all our journey through.
6 May this blest volume ever lie
Close to my heart, and near mine eye;
Till life's last hour my soul engage,
And be my chosen heritage.

HYMN 7. First Part.

S. M.

The impenitent warned, false refuges exposed.
ESTRUCTION's dang'rous road,
What multitudes pursue!

1 DE ᎠᎬ

While that, which leads the soul to God,

Is known or sought by few.

2 Believers enter in

By Christ, the living door;
But they, who will not leave their sin,
Must perish evermore.

3 If self must be denied,
And sin forsaken quite;

They rather choose the way that's wide,
And strive to think it right.

4 Encompass'd by a throng,
On numbers they depend;
They think so many can't be wrong,
And miss a happy end.

5 But numbers are no mark That men will right be found: A few were sav'd in Noah's ark, For many millions drown'd. 6 Obey the gospel call,

And enter while you may; The flock of Christ remains still small, And none are safe, but they.

7 Lord, open sinners' eyes,

Their awful state to see;

And make them, ere the storm arise,
To thee for safety flee.

HYMN 7. Second Part. S. M.

1FAD

Faith.

AITH!-'tis a precious grace,
Where'er it is bestow'd;

It boasts of a celestial birth,

And is the gift of God.
2 Jesus it owns a King,
An all-atoning Priest;
It claims no merit of its own,
But finds it all in Christ.

3 To him it leads the soul,
When fill'd with deep distress;
Appropriates his precious blood,
And trusts his righteousness.
4 Since 'tis thy work alone,
And that divinely free;

Lord, send the spirit of thy Son
To work this faith in me.

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HYMN 7. Third Part. C. M.

MIST

Faith.

ISTAKEN souls! that dream of heav'n,
And make their empty boast

Of inward joys, and sins forgiv'n,
While they are slaves to lust.
2 Vain are our fancies, airy flights,
If faith be cold and dead:
None, but a living pow'r, unites
To Christ the living head.

3 "Tis faith, that changes all the heart;
"Tis faith, that works by love;

That bids all sinful joys depart,
And lifts the thoughts above.

4 "Tis faith, that conquers earth and hell
By a celestial pow'r:

This is the grace that shall prevail
In the decisive hour.

5 Faith must obey her Father's will,
As well as trust his grace;

A pard'ning God is jealous still
For his own holiness.

6 When from the curse he sets us frec,
He makes our natures clean;
Nor would he send his Son to be
The minister of sin.

7 His spirit purifies our frame,
And seals our peace with God;
Jesus and his salvation came
By water and by blood.

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HYMN 7. Fourth Part. P. M.

Unbelief rebuked.

EGONE, unbelief,

My Saviour is near;

And for my relief

Will surely appear;

By pray'r let me wrestle, and he will perform, With Christ in the vessel, I smile at the storm.

2 Tho' dark be my way,

Since he is my guide,

'Tis mine to obey,

"Tis his to provide:

Tho' cisterns be broken, and creatures all fail, The word, he has spoken, shall surely prevail.

3 His love, in time past,

Forbids me to think

He'll leave me at last,

In trouble to sink:

Each sweet Ebenezer, I have in review, Confirms his good pleasure to help me quite through.

4 Determin'd to save,

He watch'd o'er my path;

When, Satan's blind slave,

I sported with death:

And can he have taught me to trust in his name, And thus far have brought me, to put me to shame?

5 Why should I complain Of want or distress, Temptation or pain?

He told me no less:

The heirs of salvation, I know from his word, Thro' much tribulation, must follow the Lord. 6 How bitter that cup

No heart can conceive,
Which he drank quite up,

That sinners might live!

His way was much rougher, and darker than

mine;

Did Jesus thus suffer, and shall I repine?

7 Since all, that I meet,

Shall work for my good;

The bitter is sweet,

The med'cine is food:

Tho' painful at present, 'twill cease before long, And then, O how pleasant the conqueror's song!

HYMN 8. First Part. L. M.

The holy Trinity.

HERE is one God, and only one;

1 THE

No rivals can his essence share :

He is Jehovah, he alone,

And with the Lord none can compare.

2 His works, thro' all this wondrous frame, Express the Maker's vast designs: