3. See from his Head, his Hands and 16. In vain our mortal voices strive feet, That were a Prefent far too fmall; To fpeak Compaffion fo divine: 558. Ehold the Saviour of the BE world 3. Who can to love his Name forbear, That of his Suff'rings hears, And finds, the ranfom of his foul Was Blood as well as Tears? 4. Thy facred blood, O Son of God! Which ran from many a Wound; When earth's and hell's malicious pow'rs All compafs'd thee around: And trembling Lips were spread; Life in thy Death have found; Shall be with Glory crown'd. 7. May we a grateful fenfe retain Of thy redeeming Love! 559; Mmortal giv'n. Bleft fountains fpringing from the mod glory in the sight, ly blood: Veins Of Jefus, our incarnate God, 8 To th'God of peace, who fent fron heav'n His own beloved Chrift; 1. 561. Hrift is our Holiness and peace, Chrift Chrift is our Righteousness ; Chrift is our Hufband, Brother, Friend, Our Life, our Head, our drefs. 2. Chrift our Redemption, and our hope, Salvation, glory, Reft: In Him we're righteous, clean, and ftrong, In him we're fully bleft. 3. Chrift is our Wifdom, Riches, Strength; So is, and was, and shall For ever be unto his own : Chrift thus is All in all! 4. Tho' we be poor, in Him we're rich; Tho' weak, in Him we're ftrong; When with ring, in this green Fir It can, and will, and does fubdue. 4. "Tis all-fufficient, it can give Whate'er poor finners want or crave: And why not we like them? 2. Clad now with white and fhining Garments of righteousness; Girdles of Gold our loins do hold And bind on faft our dress. 3, We stand upon that ocean, That glaffy, fiery Sea; The blood of Chrift, that great Highpriest, The Spirit does apply. Th' incarnate Word, that reigning The holy, juft, and true. 8. This Manna chafte, is to our taste Why stay thy Chariot wheels? Thy Love transcends all wine: But oh! what Mufick do we hear, When thou fay'st, I am thine! Anfwer. In Chrift; for fo the Holy Ghoft 4. Let's touch the golden Harps of 3. Alas, I'm daily apt to firay, God, How fall Heav'nward make? Thro' Chrift, the confecrated Way Defign'd for thee to take. 4. Ah! where's my Title, right cr claim To that eternal blifs ? Chrift is a Friend to bridle those, And give the weary Rest. 3. Ere fin was born, or Satan fell, He led the host of Morning-stars ; 7. What ground have I to trust and (Thy Generation who can tell, The Promife is not vain? 8. But how fhall Faith be had? Alas! I find I can't believe. "E 565. Or count the number of thy Years?) The Word defcends and dwells in That he may hold converfe with Rife, Fife, my foul, and leave the ground, Stretch all my thoughts abroad, And roufe up ev'ry tuneful found To praife th' eternal God. 2. Long ere the lofty Skies were Jehovah fill'd his Throne; RE the blue heav'ns were 3. His boundless years can ne'er dc ftretch'd abroad, From everlasting was the WORD; And must divinely be ador'd. By Him fupported all things ftand; crease, But ftill maintain their prime, Eternity's his Dwelling-place, And Ever is his Time. 4. While like a Tide our Minutes The prefent and the paft, And fees our ages wafte. Th The creatures, look, how old they | The Prophet's Pen fucceeds his Breath, "WH 2. 570. 7Hat earthly thing can thee annoy? He made the Earth to be. The Waters cannot thee destroy : The Moon that rules the night, The starry Frame, the milky-way, Thy Husband made for |