HYMN CLIV.

Glorifying God in Chrift. DIALOGUE. BRETHREN, fing 't is right ye fhould Sing our Saviour's precious blood; Daughters of Jerufalem,

Join we willingly the theme.

Shout for joy, ye happy men;
Lo, for you the Lamb was flain!
Highly favour'd women, praife
Jefus in celeftial lays.

Hail, Redeeming Lamb, who late
Suffer'd death without the gate;
Hail! for by thy death and crofs
Thou haft purchas'd heav'n for us.
None but Jefus will we fing,
None but Jefus, Ifr'el's King;
None but Jefus will we laud,
None but Chrift our Lord and God.
Worthy, holy Lamb, art thou,
Praife to have, and honour too;
Worthy thou of blifs and pow'r,
Now, henceforth, and evermore.

HYMN CLV. Heavenly Foy on Earth.

COME, we that love the Lord,

And let our joys be known;

Join in a fong of fweet accord,
And thus furround the throne.

The forrows of the mind
Be banish'd from this place;
Religion never was defign'd
To make our pleasures lefs.
The men of grace have found
Glory begun below;
Celeftial fruits on earthly ground
From faith and hope may grow.

The hill of Zion yields

A thousand facred fweets,

Before we reach the heav'nly fields,

Or walk the golden streets.

Then let our fongs abound,
And ev'ry tear be dry;

We're marching thro' Immanuel's ground,
To fairer worlds on high.

HYMN CLVI.

The Wisdom of God, Foolifonefs with Men.

O

SAVIOUR, thou thy myfteries

Haft often cover'd from the wife,
And babes thy glory fhow'd;
Thy wisdom far furpaffes all
That ftudious mortals wifdom call,
Thou holy Lamb of God.

The natʼral man can't right conceive
The glorious things which we believe,
How thou didst us redeem;*

The things thy Spirit teaches us,
The merits of thy blood and crofs,
Are foolishness to him.

They this world's wifdom feek and gain,
That wifdom which thou callest vain;
But, ah! are ftrangers, still
To that which makes our fpirits wife,
And fets before our waiting eyes
What is our Saviour's will.

Thrice happy then are we, who prove
The peace of God, his truth, and love,
Things freely to us giv'n:
These earnests are of greater blifs,
The earnest of that happiness,

Which we shall have in heav'n.

HYMN CLVII. The Triumph of Faith.
HEAD of the church triumphant,
We joyfully adore thee:

Till thou appear, thy members here
Shall fing like thofe in glory:
We lift our hearts and voices,
With bleft anticipation;
And cry aloud, and give to God
The praise of our falvation.

While in affliction's furnace,
And paffing through the fire,

Thy love we praife, which knows our days,
And ever brings us nigher,

We clap our hands, exulting In thine almighty favour; The love divine, which made us thine, Shall keep us thine for ever.

Thou doft conduct thy people. Through torrents of temptation ; Nor will we fear, whilft thou art near, The fire of tribulation; The world, with Sin and Satan, In vain our march opposes; By thee we fhall break through them all, And fing the fong of Mofes.

By faith we fee the glory

To which thou fhalt reftore us: The cross defpife, for that high prize Which thou haft fet before us; And if thou count us worthy, We each, as dying Stephen, Shall fee thee stand at God's right hand, To take us up to heav'n.

HYMN CLVIII. The Same.

REJOICE, the Lord is King;

Your Lord and King adore;

Mortals, give thanks and fing,
And triumph evermore;

Lift up your heart, lift up your voice,
Rejoice, again I fay, rejoice.

Jefus the Saviour reigns,

The God of truth and love; When he had purg'd our stains, He took his feat above: Lift up, &c. His kingdom cannot fail,

He rules o'er earth and heav'n;

The keys of death and hell

Are to our Jefus giv'n: Lift up, &c. He fits at God's right Kand,

Till all his foes fubmit,

And bow to his command,

And fall beneath his feet: Lift up, &c. Rejoice in glorious hope,

Jefus the Judge fhall come,

And take his fervants up

To their eternal home:

We foon fhall hear th' archangel's voice, The trump of God fhall found, Rejoice!

HYMN CLIX.

Little Children, love one another.

GIVER of concord, Prince of Peace,

Meek lamb like Son of God,

Bid our unruly paffions ceafe,

And quench them with thy blood. Us into clofeft union draw,

And in our inward parts

Let kindness sweetly write her law,.
Let love command our hearts.