They die, defcend into the Tomb, By grace they live and rise again. 2. Here they renounce their former deeds,

And to a heav'nly life afpire; Their rags for glorious robes ex. chang'd,

3. At the Almighty's awful word Th' obfequious floods retire again; And Noah, from his myftic Tomb, Peoples the ruin'd Earth with Men. 4. So to restore a World o'erwhelm'd With guilt and mis'ry, dead in fins, Our SAVIOUR rifing from the Grave, Another Race of men begins;

5.New Creatures of a heav'nly form, Whose fouls his facred Image bear; While dead to fin, they live to God, And spotlefs in white robes appear. 6. While the loft race of human kind Delug'd with fin and ruin lies : Bury'd in their Redeemer's Grave, Thefe with Him live, and with him rife.

When our Redeemer was betray'd, Before his Suffrings, he took Bread, Gave thanks to God, broke it, and faid,

3. Take, eat, this is my Body broke For you upon the curled Tree: Perform this Ord'nance as I do, And when you do't, remember Me. 4. He took the Cup too, crown'd with Wine, Blefs'd it, and to's Difciples faid, 'Tis the New Teftament in my Blood For you and many others fhed.

5. All you, my Friends, muft drink of this,

Your Sin's Remiffion here you fee; Perform this Ord'nance as I do, And when you do't, remember Me.

6. Yes,

Thou wouldst partake of human Flesh,

Befet with troubles round. 5. Thou wouldst like wretched Man be made

In ev'ry thing but fin; That we as like Thee might become, As we unlike have been:

6. Like thee in Faith, in Meekness, Love,

In ev'ry beauteous Grace; From glory thus to glory chang'd, As we behold thy Face. 7. O Lord, I'll treasure in my foul The Mem'ry of thy love: And thy dear Name fhall ftill to me A grateful Odour prove.

8. Thy Friends, the excellent on earth,

Shall be my chief Delight: And when alone, I'll make thy Law My Study day and night. Where thou doft pitch thy Tent, and where

Thy Honour deigns to dwell, There I'll fix mine, and there refide, There thy Love's wonders tell. 10. The Pledges of thy love fhall

then

Revive this Heart of mine; Thy Love, more fragrant and more fweet

Man is up, Dead Lazarus is rais'd, And doth with his dear Saviour fup: His pow'r and love be prais'd. 2. May Servants thus with their Lord fit,

As if they were his mates? Yea, this our Mafter doth permit; Nay more, mean while he waits.

We Traitors to him were;

Nor could we rife without his Fall:
What matchless love is here!

4. We gasping layfor want of Breath,
And help we could not crave:
He was content to taste of Death,
That we his Life might have.

5. The Scripture faith, this Holy

one

Might not Corruption fee: But yet He may be fed upon

By fuch poor Worms as we.

6. Thou giv'ft us leave to eat, and reft;

Let's alfo walk with Thee:

Thou, Lord, doft carve us of thy
And wholly thine are we.

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604.

OW ftrong thine arm is, mighty God!

Who would not fear thy Name? Jefus, how sweet thy Graces are! Who would not love the Lamb? Rev. xv. 4.

2. He has done more than Mofes did, Our Prophet and our King; From bonds of Hell he freed our fouls,

And taught our tongues to fing. 3. In the Red-fea by Mofes hand, Th' Egyptian hoft was drown'd; But Jefu's Blood hides all our Sins, And guilt no more is found. 4. When thro' the defart Ifrael went, With Manna they were fed; Our Lord invites us to his Flesh, And calls it living Bread. 5. Mofes beheld the promis'd Land,

Yet never reach'd the place; But Chrift fhall bring his follow'rs

home

To fee his Father's Face.

3. Jefus is worthy to receive Honour and Pow'r divine; And bleffings more than we can give, Be, Lord, for ever thine. 4. The whole Creation join in one,

To bless the sacred Name Of him that fits upon the Throne, And to adore the Lamb.

While here poor Sinners join thefong, And praise him with a ftamm'ring

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There I'm permitted to behold
My Sov'reign's reconciled Face.
3. Till I shall enter those fair realms,
Within thy Courts below I'd dwell;
That I the Wonders of thy love
In grateful fongs of praise might

tell.

608.

1. JESUS' thy Love exceeds The love of earthly Friends; Beltows whate'er the finner needs, Is conftant, never ends. 2. Down from thy pierced Side A vital stream did flow; Bathed in which, we're purify'd, And fav'd from endless Woe. 3. Thro' thee we have access

To God while here below; Thro' thee we claim a Happiness, Which can no period know. 4, And thou, almighty King, Thy Subjects wilt protect; Secure beneath thy out-ftretch'd Wing,

Their ruin who'll effect?