14 The law proclaims no terror now→→→

And Sinai's thunder roars no more:
From all his wounds new bleffings flow,
A fea of joy, without a fhore.

5 Here we have wafh'd our deepest stains,
And heal'd our wounds with heavn❜ly blood;
Blefs'd fountain! fpringing from the veins
Of Jefus, our incarnate God.]

6 In vain our mortal voices ftrive
To speak compaffion fo divine;
Had we a thoufand lives to give,
A thoufand lives fhould all be thine.

XXIII. Grace and Glory by the Death of Chrift SITTING around our Father's board,

We raife our tuneful breath;

Our faith beholds our dying Lord,
And dooms our fins to death.

We fee the blood of Jefus fhed,
Whence all our pardons rife ;
The finn er views th' atonement made,
And loves the facrifice.

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3 Thy cruel thorns, thy fhameful cross,
Procure us heav'nly crowns;
Our highest gain fprings from thy lofs!
Our healing from thy wounds.

4 Oh! 'tis impoffible that we,
Who dwell in feeble clay.

Should equal fuff'rings bear for thee,
Or equal thanks repay.

XXIV. Pardon and Strength from Chrift.

ATHER we wait to feel thy grace,
To fee thy glory fhine;

The Lord will his own table blefs,
And make the feaft divine."

2 We touch, we tafte the Heav'nly bread ;
We drink the facred cup;

With outward forms our fenfe is fed,
Our fouls rejoice in hope.

3 We shall appear before the throne
Of our forgiving God,

Drefs'd in the garments of his Son,
And fprinkled with his blood.

4 We fhall be ftrong to run the race,
And climbthe upper sky;
Chrift will provide our fouis with grace,
He bought a large fupply.

Is Let us indulge a chearful frame,
For joy becomes a feast ;

We love the mem'ry of his name,
More than the wine we tafte.j

XXV. Divine Glories and Graces.

TOW are thy glories here difplay'!! How are thy flow bright they line! While at thy word we break the bread, And pour the flowing wine!

Here thy revenging justice stands,
And pleads its dreadful caufe:
Here faving mercy spreads her bands,
Like Jefus on the cross.

Thy faints attend, with ev'ry grace
On this great facrifice ;

And love appears with chearful face,
And faith with fixed eyes.

4 Our hope in waiting pofture fits,
To heav'n directs her fight:
Here ev'ry warmer paffion meets,
And strongest pow'rs unite.

$ Zealand revenge perform their part, And rifing fin defroy:

Repentance comes with aching heart,
Yet pot forbids the joy.

6 Dear Saviour, change our faith to fight;
Let fin forever die :

Then fhall our fouls be all delight,
And ev'ry tear be dry.

I to thele Divine Hymns, until I have addreffed a CANNOT perfuade myself to put a full period

Ipecial jong of Glory to God the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. Tho the latin name of it, Gloria Patri, be retained in our nation from the Roman Church; and though there may be Jome exceffes of fuperftitious bonor paid to the words of it, which may have wrought fome unhappy prejudices in weaker Chriftians, yet I believe it fill to be one of the nobleft parts of Chriftian worship. The fubje& of it is the doctrine of the Trinity, which is that peculiar glory of the divine nature, that our Lord Fejus Chrift has fo clearly revealed unto men and is fo neceffary to true Chriftianity. The action is praife, which is one of the most complete and exalted parts of heavenly worship. I have caft the fong into a variety of forms, and have fitted it by a plain verfion, or a large paraphrafe, to be fung either alone, or at the conclufion of another Hymn I have added also a few Hofannas or a/criptions offalvation to Chrift,in the fame manner, and for the fame end.

A Song of praise to the Ever-bleed Trinity, God the Father, Son, and Spirit.

XXVI. If Long Metre.

LESS'D be the Father, and his love,

BLED the

Rivers of endless joy above,

And rills of comfort here below.

21Glory to Thee, great Son of God;
From whofe dear wounded body rolle
A precious ftream of vital blood,
Pardon and life for dying fouls.

3 We give Thee, sacred Spirit, praise,
Who, in our hearts of fin and woe,
Make living fprings of grace arife,
And into boundless glory flow.

Thus God the Father, God the Son,
And God the Spirit we adore,
That fea of life and love unknown,
Without a bottom or a shore.

XXVII. 1 Common Metre
LORY to God the Father's name,
GWho from our frafel race.
Chofe out his fav'rites to proclaim,
The honors of his grace.

• Glory to God the Son be paid,
Who dwelt in humble clay:
And, to redeem us from the dead,
Gave his own life away.

2 Glory to God the Spirit give,
From whofe almighty pow'r
Our fouls their heav'nly birth derive
And blefs the happy hour.

Glory to God who reigns above,
Th' eternal Three and One,
Who by the wonders of his love,
Has made his nature known.

XXVIII. ft Short Metre,

ET God the Father live

LET Govern our tongues;

Sinners from his firft love derive
The ground of all their fongs.
2 Ye faints employ your breath
In honor to the Son,

Who bought your fouls from hell and death, By off'ring up his own.

3 Give to the Spirit praifo, Of an immortal ftrain,

Whofe light, and pow'r and grace conveys,
Salvation down to men.

4 While God, the Comforter,
Reveals our pardon'd fin,
O may the blood and water bear
The fame record within.

5 To the great One and Three,
Who feal this grace in heav'n,
The Father, Son, and Spirit be
Eternal glory giv❜n.

XXIX. 2d Long Metre.

LORY to God the Trinity,

Gwhofe name has myfteries unknown;

In effence One, in Perfon Three;
A focial nature, yet alone.

2 When all our nobleft pow'rs are join'd,
The honors of thy name to raise :
Thy glories over-match our mind.
And angels faint beneath the praise.
XXX. 2d Common Metre.

HE God of mercy be ador'd,
Who calls our fouls from death:
Who faves, by his REDEEMING WORD,
And new creating breath.

2 To praife the Father, and the Son,
And Spirit-all divine-

The One in Tarce, and Three in One,
Let faints, and angels join.

XXXI. 2d Short Metre

ET God the Maker's name

Le Have honor, love and fear,

To God the Saviour, pay the fame
And God the Comforter.

2 Father of lights above,
Thy mercy we adore,

The Son of thy eternal love.
And Spirit of thy pow'r,