3 But Oh, the foul, that never dies! Ye thoughts, pursue it where it flies, 4 Up to the courts, where angels dwell, 5 And muft my body faint and die ? 6 Jefus, to thy dear faithful hand, I And my flesh waits for thy command, HYMN XXIX. Common Metre, Redemption by Price and Power. JESUS ESUS, with all thy faints above, My tongue would bear her part; Would found aloud thy faving love, And fing thy bleeding heart. 2 Blefs'd be the Lamb, my deareft Lord, And quench'd his Father's flaming sword 3 The Lamb that freed my captive foul 4 All glory to the dying Lamb, While angels live to know his name, I 2 HYMN XXX. Short Metre. Heavenly Joy on Earth. COMES OME, we that love the Lord, That never knew our God; Our Father and our love; He will send down his heav'nly pow'rs To carry us above. 6 There we fhall fee his face, And never, never fin; There, from the rivers of his grace, Drink endless pleasures in. To that immortal ftate, The thoughts of fuch amazing blife 8 [The men of grace have found Celeftial fruits, on earthly ground, Before we reach the heav'nly fields, 10 Then let our fongs abound, We're marching through Immanuel's ground HYMN XXXI. Long Metre. I WHY fhould we ftart, and fear to die? are! Death is the gate of endless joy, 2 The pains, the groans, and dying ftrife, 3 Oh! if my Lord would come and meet, 4 Jefus can make a dying bed I While on his breast I lean my head, And breathe my life out fweetly there. HYMN XXXII. Common Metre. Frailty and Folly. HOW OW fhort and hafty is our life! Yet fenfelefs mortals vainly strive 2 Our days run thoughtlessly along, Juft like a story or a fong, We pafs our lives away. 3 God, from on high, invites us home, But we march heedless on ; And, ever haft'ning to the tomb, Stoop downward as we run. 4 How we deserve the deepest hell, What chains of vengeance should we feel, 5 Draw us, O God, with fov'reign grace, That we may end this mortal race, HYMN XXXIII. I 'R Common Metre. The bleffed Society in Heaven. And fav-there's nought below the fun, 2 [Thus will we mount on facred wings, 3 There, on a high majestick throne, And fheds his glorious goodnefs down 4 Bright, like the fun, the Saviour fits, No ev❜nings there, nor gloomy nights,. 5 Amidst those ever-fhining skies, While banish'd fin, and forrow flies 6 The glorious tenants of the place The Father and the son. 7 [But, O, what beams of heav'nly grace 8 Jefus, O when fhall that dear day, Kindle a flame of facred love In thefe cold hearts of ours. 2 Look, how we grovel here below, Our fouls can neither fly, nor go, 3 In vain we tune our formal fongs, Hofannas languish on our tongues, 4 Dear Lord! and shall we ever live Our love fo faint, fo cold to thee, 5 Come, Holy Spirit, heav'nly Dove, HYMN XXXV. Common Metre. I ET them neglect thy glory, Lord, But our loud fog shall ftill record |