Now 'midft thy confecrated Band,

Before my Sov'reign's Feet I draw: Mufe I on paft or future things?

A Melting down, and Shame, but Power too,

Which quickens me again, and brings me thro'.

2. The Melting's from the King's embrace,

And the o'erflowings of his Grace, Which the dear Lamb does, free im

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E learners of the Grace and Blood,

1. YE

Feed, feed, and learn, this Time embrace,

Wash yourselves clean in that pure flood,

And gain there Health and chearfulnefs :

Of right belong ye to the Lord, Who bought you at fo dear a rate, And who to make you his Reward, Baptiz'd you in his Blood and Sweat; Ye all for drink unto this Well may go,

Till your eyes fparkle, and your hearts o'erflow.

2. Who once has drank, thirsts day and night,

For what? for Sinners loft and dead, To feize them as the Saviour's right, And wed them to their Lord and

Head:

6. O let the Word of life and grace, (Which never from thy witnesses

Goes forth an empty Sound) In all our hearts and bofoms move; Yea, let us too that Spirit prove Of pow'r, which in thy Word is found.

Difplay thy Heart each day mote sweet;

From ev'ry stain wash clean our Feet, Our Nature wholly fanctify.

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Jefu, blefs thy Witneffes,"

fhame,

of love !

Behold them in their deftin'd Race, Where bold in Faith's bright path they move:

For each mistake, for ev'ry want,
Give Grace and Abfolution;

And let them "Holy, holy," chant,
With all the Angels round the throne.

"MY

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wounded Prince, thy chofen race,

With everlafting love embrace; Let ftreams of life thy Church o'erfpread,

For which thy precious Blood was fhed.

2. Thou Lamb from everlasting flain, Thou always doft the fame remain,

The fame kind loving finners Friend, Whofe years and mercies never end. 3. Before thy throne asham'd we fink, When on thy wond'rous grace we think,

Which more than ever now appears, In wonder loft we melt in tears. 4. Thy Gofpel, in thefe blessed days, Throughout the Earth its beams displays;

Nations, that ne'er had heard of thee, Thy great falvation fhout to fee. 5. Now to thy wounds ev'n Gentiles fly.

And thy great Thirfting fatisfy;

They,

11. And when our mirth we yet would higher raise,

glauben.

of praife;

cleave?

2. To whom, my foul, doft thou Allegiance owe?

13.

O! to that God 'fore whom the Elders bow;

The

glowing wounds can fharpest Cold affwage.