And when I meet my Lord, 70. L. M. WATTS'S P. The Covenant of Grace: or, the true David. NOR ever may my fong record F 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; 66 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, 71. L. M. DODDRIDGE. God's Covenant unchangeable; or, the Rainbow round about the Throne. UPREME of Beings, with delight Jafper and fapphire strive in vain Yet round thy throne the rainbow shines; Bright pledge, that speaks thy cov❜nant fure No more fhall deluges of woe No gems fo bright, no forms so fair; E'en here, while ftorms and gloomy fhade, 72. 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 : Still gird thy fword upon thy thigh, Go forth, great Prince, triumphantly, And make thy foes obey. And when thy vict'ries are complete; Shall round the throne of glory meet, And I with them, thy praise will found 73. C. M. The Atonement. H. Nor can it ever find OW is our nature marr'd by fin! A way to make the confcience clean, Come, all ye pining, hungry poor, Here fhall your num'rous wants receive Can those who hear the Savior's voice, (Ah, wretched fouls! ah, fatal choice!) To everlasting joys? Lord, bring unwilling fouls to thee, Thy boundless grace, let rebels fee, 76. L. M. 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, Proclaim inimitable love, Jefus, the Lord of worlds above, He that distributes crowns and thrones 77. Sevens. MADAN'S Col. Oedeeming Love." TOW begin the heav'nly theme, Ye; who prove, ་་་་་་ Ye, who fee the Father's grace, E |