And fhews from whence the fprings of love, In endless currents flow. 2 Chrift, whom the boundless heav'n adores, Whom angels long to fee; 3 Quitted with joy thofe blifsful fhores, To me, a worm, a finful clod, A rebel and forlorn ; A foe, a traitor to my God, 4 To me, who never fought his grace, 5 Yet this redeeming angel came, He took, with gladnefs, all my blame, 60 that my languid heart might glow, With ardor all divine; And for more love than Seraphs know, L. HYMN XLVII. . M. [NEEDHAM.] 'G who dwells in light, whofe name is love; GLORY to God who reigns above, Ye faints and angels, if ye can, O! what can more his love commend! I That man, condemn'd to die, might live, I HYMN XLVIII. L. M. RICHARDS.] HAIL, mighty, true and living God, Saviour of man, who fhed'ft thy blood, 2 Cloth'd with falvation, clad in zeal ; 3 Spoil'd of his goods, the goods he held. The nature which by him rebell'd, Not earth, nor hell. More trong than they, HYMN XLIX. L. M. [JAMES RELLY.]+ The only perfect. COULD I of all perfection boast, As pure as that which Adam loft, I'd facrifice it to thy blood, My Chrift, my all, my only good. 2 Were I as Abram ftrong in faith, And boldly ftedfast unto death I'd bid my faithfulness adieu, And Jefus only faithful view. 3 If I more meek than Mofes were, 5 Like him with zeal and ardor fhone; 6 Had I an angel's purity, Nor good confefs in name, or thing, HYMN L. C. M. [RICHARDS.] JESUS, thou Prince, thou King of peace, O be thy bleffed name ador'd, By Gentile and by Jew. 2 For Ifr'el's tribes; for us, O Lord, Our pardon's feal'd; 'tis feal'd with blood 3 Nor ours alone; the head of many For ev'ry man, 'twas thine to die : HYMN LI. c. M. [WATTS.] Prophet, Prieft and King. WE blefs the Prophet of the Lord, Who comes with truth and grace; Jefus, thy fpirit and thy word, Shall lead us in thy ways. 2 We rev'rence our high priest above, And lives to carry on his love, 3 We honor our exalted King; How fweet are his commands! He guards our fouls from hell and fing 4 Hofanna to his glorious name, HYMN LII. L. M. [RIPPON'S COLL. S fhow'rs on meadows newly mown, Jefus fhall fhed his bleffings down, Crown'd with whofe life infufing drops, Earth fhall renew her blissful crops, Lands that beneath a burning fky, Have long been defolate and dry, Th' effufions of his love shall share, And fudden greens and herbage wear. 3 The dews and rains, in all their store, Drenching the paftures o'er and o'er, Are not fo copious as that grace, Which fanctifies and faves our race. 4 As in foft filence vernal fhow'rs Defcend, and cheer the fainting flow'rs, So in the fecrecy of love, Falls the fweet infl'ence from above, 5 That heav'nly infl'ence let me find, 6 Nor let thefe bleffings be confin'd |