5 Let us praife, and join the chorus
Of the faints, enthron'd on high;
Here they trufted him before us,
Now their praises fill the sky (x):,
"Tnou bast wafh'd us with thy blood,
Thou art worthy, Lamb of GOD !"
6 Hark! the name of JESUS, founded
Loud, from golden harps above!
LORD, we blush, and are confounded,
Faint our praifes, cold our love!
Wath our fouls and fongs with blood,
For by thee we come to GOD.
LXXXIII. C. Iwillpraife the LORD at all times
I WINTER has a joy for me,
While the Saviour's charms I read,
Lowly, meek, from blemish free,
In the fnow-drop's penfive head.
2 Spring returns, and brings along
Life-invigorating funs:
Hark the turtle's plaintive fong,
Seems to speak his dying grones!...
3 Summer has a thousand charms,
All expreffive of his worth;
'Tis his fun that lights and warms,
His the air that cools the earth.
What, has autumn left to fay
Nothing, of a Saviour's grace?
Yes, the beams of milder day
Tell me of his fmiling face.
5 Light appears with early dawn;
While the fun makes hafte to rife,
See his bleeding beauties, drawn
On the blushes of the skies.
6 Ev'ning, with a filent pace,
Slowly moving in the weft,
Shews an emblem of his grace,
Points to an eternal rest.
LXXXIV. Perfeverance.
EJOICE, believer in the LORD
Who makes your cause his own;
The hope that's built upon his word.
Can ne'er be overthrown.
2 Tho' many foes befet your road,
And feeble is your arm;
Your life is hid with CHRIST in GoD(y)"
Beyond the reach of harm.
3 Weak as you are you fhall not faint,
Or fainting fhall not die;
JESUS, the ftrength of ev'ry faint(z)
Will aid you from on high.
Tho' fometimes unperceiv'd by fenfe,
Faith fees him always near;
A Guide, a Glory, a Defence,
Then what have you to fear?
5 As furely as he overcame,
And triumph'd once for you;
So furely you, that love his name,
Shall triumph in him too.
Alvation'! what a glorious plan,
How fuited to our need!
that raises fallen man,
Is wonderful indeed!
2 'Twas wisdom form'd the vaft defign,
To ranfom us when loft;
And love's unfathomable mine
Provided all the cost.
Strict Juftice, with approving look,
The holy cov❜nant feal'd;
And Truth, and Power, undertook
The whole fhould be fulfill'd.
4 Truth, Wisdom, Juftice, Pow'r and Love In all their glory fhone;
When JESUS left the courts above,
And dy'd to fave his own.
5 Truth, Wisdom, Juftice, Pow'r and Love Are equally difplay'd;
Now JESUS reigns enthron'd above
Our Advocate and Head.'
Now fin appears deferving death,
Moft hateful and abhor'd ;
And yet the finner lives by faith,
And dares approach the LORD."
WOW may the LORD reveal his face,
And teach our ftamm'ring tongues
To make his fovereign, reigning grace (a),
The fubject of our songs!
No fweeter fubject can invite
A finner's heart to fing;
Or more display the glorious right
Of our exalted King.
2 This fubject fills the ftarry plains.
With wonder, joy, and love;
And furnishes the nobleft strains
For all the harps above:
While the redeem'd in praise combine
To grace upon the throne (b)
Angels in folemn chorus join,
And make the theme their own.
Grace reigns, to pardon crimson fins,
To melt the hardest hearts;
And from the work it once begins (c),
It never more departs.
The world and Satan ftrive in vain,
Against the chofen few (d);
Secur❜d by grace's conqu'ring reign,
They ali shall conquer too.
4 Grace tills the foil, and fows the feeds
Provides the fun and rain;
Till from the tender blade proceeds
The ripen'd harvest grain.
'Twas grace that call'd our fouls at first,
By grace thus far we're come,
And grace will help us thro' the worst,
And lead us fafely home.
(a) Rom. v. 21.
(c) Phil, i, 6,
(b) Rev. v. 9, 12.
(d)Rom, vii. 3.
LORD, when this changing life is paft
If we may fee thy face;
How fhall we praife, and love, at laft,
And fing the reign of grace (e)!.
Yet let us aim while here below
Thy mercy to display;
And own, at least the debt we owe,
Altho' we cannot pay.
LXXXVII. Praise to the Redeemer.
REPARE a thankful song
To the Redeemer's name!
His praifes fhould employ each tongue
And ev'ry heart inflame!
2 He laid his glory by,
And dreadful pains endur'd;
That rebels, fuch as you and I,
From wrath might be fecur'd,
Upon the cross he dy❜d,
Our debt of fin to pay;
The blood and water from his fide
Wafh guilt and filth away.
And now he pleading stands
For us, before the throne;
And answers all the Law's demands,
With what himself hath done.
He fees us, willing flaves
To fin, and Satan's pow'r ;
But, with an outstretch'd arm, he faves,
In his appointed hour.
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