And when I meet my Lord,
And join the glorious throng,
Grace fhall conftrain my foul to fing,
And grace shall be my song.

70. L. M.

WATTS'S P.

The Covenant of Grace: or, the true David.

NOR ever may my fong record

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The truth and mercy of the Lord; Mercy and truth for ever ftand, Like heav'n, establish'd by his hand. Thus to his Son he sware and faid, "With thee my cov❜nant first was made; "In thee fhall dying finners live,

Glory and grace are thine to give.

"Be thou my prophet, thou my prieft;

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Thy children fhall be ever bleft;

Thou art my chofen King: thy throne "Shall stand eternal like my own. "There's none of all my fons above "So much my image or my love; "Celeftial pow'rs thy fubjects are; "Then what can earth to thee compare? "David my fervant, whom I chofe "To guard my flocks, to crufh my foes, "And rais'd him to the Jewish throne, "Was but a fhadow of my Son."

Now let the Church rejoice and fing,
Jefus her Savior, and her King:
Angels his heav'nly wonders fhow,
And faints declare his works below.

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DODDRIDGE.

God's Covenant unchangeable; or, the Rainbow round about the Throne.

UPREME of Beings, with delight
Our eyes furvey yon heav'nly fight;
And trace with admiration fweet
The beaming fplendors of thy feet.

Jafper and fapphire strive in vain
To paint the glories of thy train ;
Thy robes all stream eternal light,
Too pow'rful for a cherub's fight.

Yet round thy throne the rainbow shines;
Fair emblem of thy kind designs;

Bright pledge, that speaks thy cov❜nant fure
Long as thy kingdom fhall endure.

No more fhall deluges of woe
Thy new-created world o'erflow;
Jefus, our Sun, his beams difplays,
And gilds the clouds with beauteous rays.

No gems fo bright, no forms so fair;
Mercy and truth ftill triumph there;
Thy faints fhall blefs the peaceful fign,
When stars and funs forget to shine.

E'en here, while ftorms and gloomy fhade,
And horrors all the scene o'erspread,
Faith views the throne with piercing eye,
And boasts the rainbow still is nigh.

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C. M. TOPLADY'S Col.

Converting Grace.

AIL, mighty Jefus; how divine

Is thy victorious fword!

The ftouteft rebel muft refign,

At thy commanding word.

Deep are the wounds thy arrows give :
They pierce the hardeft heart:"
Thy fmiles of grace the flain revive,
And joy fucceeds the smart.

Still gird thy fword upon thy thigh,
Ride with majestic fway:

Go forth, great Prince, triumphantly, And make thy foes obey.

And when thy vict'ries are complete;
When all the chofen race

Shall round the throne of glory meet,
To fing thy conqu'ring grace;
O may my humble foul be found
Among that favor'd band!

And I with them, thy praise will found
Throughout Immanuel's land.

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The Atonement.

H. Nor can it ever find

OW is our nature marr'd by fin!

A way to make the confcience clean,
Or heal the wounded mind.

Come, all ye pining, hungry poor,
The Savior's bounty tafte;
Behold a never-failing ftore
For ev'ry willing guest.

Here fhall your num'rous wants receive
A free, a full fupply;
He has unmeasur'd bliss to give,
And joys that never die.

Can those who hear the Savior's voice,
Prefer earth's empty toys,

(Ah, wretched fouls! ah, fatal choice!) To everlasting joys?

Lord, bring unwilling fouls to thee,
With fweet refiftless pow'r;

Thy boundless grace, let rebels fee,
And at thy feet adore.

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WATTS'S M.

Redemption.

HE mighty frame of glorious grace,

TH That brightest monument of praise,

That e'er the God of Love defign'd,
Employs and fills my lab'ring mind.
Begin my foul, the heav'nly fong,
A burden for an Angel's tongue:
When Gabriel founds thefe awful things,
He tunes and fummons all his ftrings.

Proclaim inimitable love,

Jefus, the Lord of worlds above,
Puts off his robes of bright array,
And veils the God in mortal clay.

He that distributes crowns and thrones
Hangs on a tree, and bleeds and groans:
The Prince of life refigns his breath,
The King of Glory bows to death.
But fee the wonders of his pow'r,
He triumphs in his dying hour,
And, while by Satan's rage he fell,
He dafh'd the rifing hopes of hell.
Thus were the hofts of death fubdu'd,
And fin was drown'd in Jesus blood:
Then he aröfe, and reigns above,
And conquers finners by his love.
Who fhall fulfil this boundlefs fong?
The theme furmounts an angel's tongue:
How low, how vain are mortal airs,
When Gabriel's nobler harp defpairs!

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Sevens.

MADAN'S Col.

Oedeeming Love."

TOW begin the heav'nly theme,
Sing aloud in Jefus' name;
Jefus kindness
Triumph in redeeming love."

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Ye, who fee the Father's grace,
Beaming in the Savior's face,
As to Canaan on ye move,
Praife and blefs redeeming love.
Welcome all by fin oppreft,
Welcome to your Savior's breaft
Nothing brought him from above,
Nothing but redeeming love.

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