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HYMN XXV. He hath borne our Griefs, &c.

1 SURELY Chrift thy griefs hath borne,
Weeping foul no longer mourn:
View him bleeding on the tree,
Pouring out his life for thee;
There thy ev'ry fin he bore,
Weeping fouls lament no more.,
2 All thy crimes on him were laid,
See upon his blamelefs head;
Wrath its utmoft vengeance pours,
Due to my offence and yours;
Wounded in our ftead, he is
Bruis'd for our iniquities.
3 Weary finner keep thine eyes,
On th' atoning facrifice:
There th' incarnate Deity,

Number'd with tranfgreffors fee;
There his Father's abfence mourns,

Nail'd and bruis'd, and crown'd with thorns.

4 See thy God, his head bow down,
Hear the man of forrows groan!
For thy ranfom, there condemn'd,
Stripp'd, derided, and blafphem'd;
Bleed the guiltlefs for th' unclean,
Made an off'ring for thy fin.

5

Caft thy guilty foul on him,'
Find him mighty to redeem :
At his feet thy burden lay,
Look thy doubts and cares away;
Now by faith the Son embrace,
Plead his promise, trust his grace.
6 Lord, thy arm must be reveal'd,
Ere I can by faith be heal'd!
Since I fcarce can look to thee
Caft a gracious eye on me;
At thy feet, myfelf I lay,
Shine, O fhine, my fears away.
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HYMN XXVI. Faith in the Promifes.

1 WHAT in thy love poffefs I not,
My star by night, my fun by day;
My fpring of life when parch'd with drought,
My wine to chear, my bread to stay;
My ftrength, my fhield, my fafe abode,
My robe before the throne of God.
2 From all eternity with love.

Unchangeable, thou haft me view'd
Ere knew this beating heart to move,
Thy tender mercies me purfu'd;
Ever with me may they abide,
And close me in on ev'ry fide.

3 In fuff'ring be thy love my peace,
In weakness be thy love my pow'r :
And when the storms of life fhall ceafe,
Jefus in that important hour;
In death as life, be thou my guide,
And fave me, who for me haft dy'd.

HYMN XXVII. Divine Aid.

1 THE pow'r of hell, the ftrength of fin,
My Jefus fhall fubdue :

His healing blood fhall wash me clean,
And make my fpirit new.

2 He will perform the work begun,
Jefus, the finners friend;
Jefus, the lover of his own,
Will love me to the end.
3 No longer am I now afraid,
The promise fhall take place,

Perfect his ftrength in weaknefs made:
Sufficient is his grace.

4 When thou doft in my heart appear,
And love erects its throne;

I then enjoy falvation here,
And heav'n on earth begun.

5 Lord,

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Lord, I believe and reft fecure,

In confidence divine;

Thy promise stands for ever fure,
And all thou art is mine.

HYMN XXVIII.

Almighty Power.

I WHAT tho' I cannot break my chain
Or e'er throw off my load;
The things impoffible to men,

Are poffible to God.

2 Who, who fhall in thy prefence stand,
Or match Omnipotence;

Unfold the grasp of thy right-hand,
And pluck the finner thence.

3 Faith to be heal'd I fain wou'd have,
O might it now be giv'n;

Thou canft, thou canft the finner fave,
And make me meet for heav'n.

4 Bound down with twice ten thousand ties,
Yet let me hear thy call;

5

My foul in confidence shall rife,

Shall rife and break through all.

Thou canst o'ercome this heart of mine,

Thou wilt victorious prove;

For everlasting strength is thine,

And everlasting love.

HYMN XXIX. Mercy experienced.

1 JESUS, what haft thou beftow'd
On fuch a worm as me;
What compaffion haft thou fhew'd,
To draw me after thee:

Mindful of thy mercies paft,
Still I trust the fame to prove,
Still my helpless foul I caft,
On thy redeeming love.

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2 Haft thou not revers'd
my doom,
Thou haft, and I believe;
Yet I ftill a finner come,

That thou may'st still forgive;
Wretched, miferable, blind,
Poor, and naked, and unclean,
Still that I may mercy find,

I bring thee nought but fin.
3 Open, Lord, my inward ear,
And make my heart rejoice;
Bid my quiet fpirit hear,

Thy comfortable voice :
Silent am I now and ftill,

Dare not in thy prefence move;
To my waiting foul reveal
The fecrets of thy love.

4 Chrift hath the foundation laid,
And Christ will build me up;

I fhall certainly be made,
Partaker of my hope;
Author of my faith he is,

He its finisher fhall be,

Sov'reign grace has fealed me his,
To all eternity.

HYMN XXX. Fervent Defire.

1 FATHER, I want a thankful heart,
I want to tafte how good thou art,
To plunge me in thy mercy's fea,
And comprehend thy love to me;

The length and depth, and breadth and height,
Of love divinely infinite.

Jefus, my great high priest above,
My friend before the throne of love;
If now for me prevails thy prayer,
If now I find thee pleading there,
Hear, and my weak petitions join,
Almighty advocate to thine.

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3 O fovereign love, to thee I cry,
Give me thyfelf, or elfe I die;

Save me from death, from hell fet free,
Death, hell, are but the want of thee;
My life, my crown, my heav'n thou art,
O may I find thee in my heart!

HYMN XXXI.

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Written in Illness*, Pfalm civ.
Ver. 34.

My meditation of him shall be sweet."

1 WHEN languor and disease invade
This trembling houfe of clay;
'Tis fweet to look beyond our cage,
And long to fly away.

2 Sweet to look inward and attend
The whispers of his love;
Sweet to look upward to the place
Where Jefus pleads above.

3 Sweet to look back and fee my name
In life's fair book fet down;
Sweet to look forward, and behold
Eternal joys my own.

4 Sweet to reflect how grace divine
My fins on Jefus laid;

Sweet to remember that his blood
My debt of fufferings paid.

5 Sweet on his righteoufnefs to ftand,
Which faves from fecond death;
Sweet to experience day by day,
His fpirits quick'ning breath.

* The late Countefs of Huntingdon had the original of this melli fluous piece of poetry fent her by the Author. The right honourable lady Ann Erskine gave herfelf confiderable trouble to procure it for the Editor, for which obliging politenefs and condefcenfion, he returns this public acknowledgement..

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