Who can refift thy heav'nly love,
Or trifle with thy blood?
'Tis by the merits of thy death,
The Father fmiles again;
'Tis by thine interceding breath,
The Spirit dwells in men.
Till Cod in human flesh I fee,
My thoughts no comfort find;
The holy, juft, and facred Three,
Are terrors to my mind.
But if Immanuel's face appear,
My hope, my joy begins;
His name forbids my flavish fear,
His grace removes my fins.
While Jews on their own law rely,
And Greeks of wisdom boaft;
I love th' incarnate mystery,
And there I fix my trust.
HYMN CXXIII.
come, let us fing unto the Lord
DISCIPLES of Chrift,
Ye friends of the Lamb,
Attend and affift
In finging his fame:
Eternal thanksgiving
The faithful fhould pay
The living, the living,
As we do this day.
A body of clay
He humbly put on;
And then took away
The fin we had done;
And in it endur'd
The wrath to us due,
The curfe we incurr'd,
Our stripes, and our woe,
Not, only he died,
But also arose,
Laid weakness afide,
And all of his foes,
(Sin, Death, and the Devil,).
He triumphed o'er,
And every evil
Dominion and pow'r.
O merciful Lamb,
Who fit'ft on the throne,
We bow at thy name,
We count thee alone
Deferving our bleffing;
And bleffing we'll give,
Without ever ceafing,
So long as we live.
HYMN CXXIV. Adult Baptifm.
DESCEND, celeftial Dove,
In ev'ry bofom dwell;
Upon the prefent water move,
While we the influence feel.
Anoint with holy fire,
Baptize with purging flames,
This foul, and with thy grace infpire
In ceaseless living streams.
Thy heav'nly unction give,
Thy promife, Lord, fulfil;
Give pow'r thy Spirit to receive,
And strength to do thy will.
Thy ord'nance we obey,
O meet us in the fame !
And with this water now convey
The virtues of thy name.
Witness to this thy fign,
And grant the inward grace; Let this thy fervant, feal'd for thine, From hence depart in peace.
HYMN CXXV. Infant Baptifm
THUS did the fons of Abr❜ham pafs
Under the bloody feal of grace;
The young difciples bore the yoke,
Till Chrift the painful bondage broke,
By milder way's doth Jefus prove
His Father's cov'nant and his love;
He feals to faints his glorious grace,
And not forbids their infant race.
Their feed is fprinkled with his blood,
Their children fet apart for God!
His spirit on their offspring fhed,
Like water pour'd upon their head.
Let ev'ry faint, with cheerful voice,
In this large covenant rejoice;
Young children, in their early days,
Shall give the God of Abr'ham praife.
Original and actual Sin confeffed and pardoned.
LORD, we would fpread our fore diftrefs
And guilt before thine eyes;
Against thy laws, against thy grace,
How high our crimes arise!
Shouldst thou condemn our fouls to hell,
And crush our flesh, to duft,
Heav'n would approve thy vengeance well,
And earth muft own, it just.
Cleanfe us, O Lord, and cheer each foul
With thy forgiving love;
O make our broken fpirits whole,
And bid our pains remove.
Let not thy fpirit quite depart,
Nor drive us from thy face;
Create anew our vicious hearts,
And fill them with thy grace.
HYMN CXXVII, Behold the Man.
E ferious fouls draw near,
My fong of Jefus hear;
Ro'd in blood his garments fine,
See him gloriously divine;
On his hands your names appear,
Come with me, this kingdom fhare.
Rivers of pleasures flow
From him, for you to know;
You, who for your Saviour mourn;
You, by blood and water born;
You, who glad the world receive;
You, who, taught of God, believe.
Th' exalted Saviour fee-
He liv'd and died for thee:
For you he came down from God,
Emptied all his veins of blood;
This, the Lamb for finners flain,
Guilty fouls, Behold the man!
Come near, ye weary, come,
His arms fhall make you room:
He, the fruit of Jeffe's ftem,
Opes to you the living stream;
Jefus, born of David's line,
You unto himself fhall join.
Your folly he fhall hide,
And bury in his fide;
O come near, his mercies tafte,
Let
your fins on him be caft;
Bold approach, for he fhall bear
All your burden, all your care.
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