HYMN LXXVII. Defiring Chrift's Love to be bed abroad COME, dearest Lord, defcend, and dwell More than our thoughts or wishes know, Be everlasting honours done, By all the church, through Christ his Son. No HYMN LXXVIII. Salvation by Grace in Chrift. OW to the pow'r of God fupreme He faves from hell (we bless his name), But of his own abounding grace, Jefus, the Lord, appears at laft, And makes his Father's counfels known ; Declares the great tranfactions past, And brings immortal bleflings down. HYMN LXXIX. Sight of God and Chrift in Heaven. DES ESCEND from heav'n, immortal Dove, And mount, and bear us far above Of our Almighty Father's throne! There fits our Saviour, crown'd with light, Cloth'd in a body like our own. Adoring faints around him stand, And thrones and pow'rs before him fall; The God fines gracious through the man, And fheds fweet glories on them all. When fhall the day, dear Lord, appear, That we fhall mount to dwell above; And ftand and bow among them there, And view thy face, and fing thy love? HYMN LXXX. Inviting to Praife This is the welcome Gospel-Day, God lov'd the world, and gave his Son HYMN LXXXI. The Same. PRAISE ye the Lord, 't is good to raise His nature and his works invite, Sing to the Lord, exalt him high, He form'd the stars, those heav'nly flames, He makes the grafs the hills adorn, But faints are lovely in his fight; HYMN LXXXII. The Same. YE E feekers of God, Is ever employ'd In Chrift's blood to share, 'Tis Jefus commands, Shall fanctify you. HYMN LXXXIII. Univerfal Praise. HA ARK! dull foul, how ev'ry thing Each a double tribute pays, Sings its part, and then obeys. Wake, for flame, my fluggish heart, 4 Call whole nature to thy aid, Live for ever, glorious Lord, HYMN LXXXIV. The new Creations ATTEND, while God's eternal Son Doth his own glories fhew; "Behold, I fit upon my throne, "Creating all things new: "Nature and fin are past away, "And the old Adam dies; "My hands a new foundation lay, "See a new world arife!" Mighty Redeemer, fet us free From our old state of fin; O make our fouls alive to thee, Create new pow'rs within. Renew our eyes, and form our ears, And mould our hearts afresh; Give us new paffions, joys, and fears. And turn the ftone to flesh. Far from the regions of the dead, From fin, and earth, and hell, he new world thy grace hath made, y we for ever dwell! |