6 Thy name dispels my guilt and fear,
Revives my heart, and charms my ear;
Affords a balm for ev'ry wound,
And Satan trembles at the found.

LV. C. Jefus hafting to fuffer.

THE Saviour, what a noble flame
Was kindled in his breast,

When, hafting to Jerusalem,
He march'd before the reft!
2 Good-will to men, and zeal for God,
His ev'ry thought engrofs;
He longs to be baptiz'd with blood *,
He pants to reach the cross.
3 With all his fuff'rings full in view,
And woes to us unknown,
Forth to the task his spirit flew,
'Twas love that urg'd him on.

4 Lord, we return thee what we can!
Our hearts shall found abroad,

Salvation to the dying man,
And to the rifing God!

5 And while thy bleeding glories here
Engage our wond'ring eyes,
We learn our lighter cross to bear,
And haften to the skies.

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LVI. It is good to be here.

I ET me dwell on Golgotha,
Weep and love my life away!

While I fee him on the tree,
Weep, and bleed, and die for me!
2 That dear blood, for finners spilt,
Shews my fin in all its guilt:
Ah! my foul, he bore thy load;
Thou haft flain the Lamb of God.

• Luke, xii. 50.

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3 Hark! his dying word, "Forgive,
Father, let the finner live;
Sinner, wipe thy tears away,

I.thy ransom freely pay."

4 While I hear this grace reveal'd,
And obtain a pardon seal'd,
All my foft affections move,
Waken'd by the force of love.

5 Farewell, world, thy gold is drofs,
Now I fee the bleeding cross;
Jesus dy'd to fet me free
From the law, and fin, and thee!

6 He has dearly bought my foul;
Lord, accept, and claim the whole!
To thy will I all refign,

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Now, no more my own, but thine.

LVII. Looking at the Cross.

IN evil long I took delight,
Unaw'd by shame or fear,
Till a new object struck my fight,
And stopp'd my wild career.

2 I saw one hanging on a tree,
In agonies and blood,
Who fix'd his languid eyes on me,
As near his cross I stood.

3 Sure never till my latest breath
Can I forget that look;

It seem'd to charge me with his death,
Tho' not a word he spoke.

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4 My confcience felt, and own'd the guilt,

And plung'd me in despair;
I saw my fins his blood had spilt,
And help'd to nail him there.

5 Alas!

5 Alas! I knew not what I did';
But now my tears are vain;
Where shall my trembling foul be hid ?
For I the Lord have flaina

6 A fecond look he gave, which faid,
"I freely all forgive;
This blood is for thy ransom paid,
I die, that thou may'it live."

7 Thus, while his death my fin displays
In all its blackest hue,

(Such is the mystery of grace), It feals my pardon too.

8 With pleasing grief and mournful joy

My spirit now is fill'd,
That I should such a life destroy,
Yet live by him I kill'd.

LVIII. Supplies in the Wilderness.

WHEN Ifrael, by divine command,
The pathless defert trod,
They found, tho' 'twas a barren land,
A fure resource in God.

2 A cloudy pillar mark'd their road,

And icreen'd them from the heat;
From the hard rocks the water flow'd,
And manna was their meat.

3. Like them, we have a rest in view,
Secure from adverse pow'rs;
Like them, we pass a defert too,
But Ifrael's God is ours.

4 Yes, in this barren wilderness
He is to us the same,
By his appointed means of grace,
As once he was to them.

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5 His word a light before us spreads,
By which our path we fee;
His love a banner o'er our heads,
From harm preserves us free.

Jesus, the bread of life, is giv'n
To be our daily food;

We drink a wond'rous stream from heav'n,
'Tis water, wine, and blood.

7 Lord, 'tis enough, I ask no more,
These bleffings are divine;
I envy not the worldling's store,
If Chrift and heav'n are mine.

LIX. Communion with the Saints in Glory.

R Efreshed by the bread and wine,
the pledges of our Saviour's love;
Now let our hearts and voices join
In fongs of praise with those above.
2 Do they fing, "Worthy is the Lamb?"
Altho we cannot reach their ftrains,
Yet we, through grace, can fing the fame,
For us he dy'd, for us he reigns.

3 If they behold him face to face,
While we a glimpse can only fee;
Yet equal debtors to his grace,
As fafe and as belov'd are we.

4 They had, like us, a suff'ring time,
Our cares, and fears, and griefs they knew
But they have conquer'd all thro' him,
And we ere long shall conquer too.
5 Tho' all the songs of faints in light
Are far beneath his matchlefs worth,
His grace is such, he will not flight
The poor attempts of worms on earth.

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LX. C. Exhortation to Prayer.

WHAT various hind'rances we meet
In coming to a mercy-feat!
Yet who that knows the worth of pray'r,
But wishes to be often there.

2 Pray'r makes the dark'ned cloud withdraw,
Pray'r climbs the ladder Jacob faw,
Gives exercise to faith and love,
Bring's ev'ry bleffing from above.

3 Restraining pray'r, we rease to fight;
Pray'r makes the Christian's armour bright,
And Satan trembles when he fees
The weakest saint upon his knces.

4 While Moses stood with arms fpread wide,
Success was found on Ifrael's fide *;
But when thro' wearinefs they fail'd,
That moment Amalek prevail'd.

5 Have you no words? ah! think again,
Words flow apace when you complain,
And fill your fellow-creature's car
With the fad tale of all your care.

6 Were half the breath thus vainly spent,
To Heav'n in fupplication sent,
Your chearful fong would oft'ner be,
"Hear what the Lord has done for me."

LXI. Power of Prayer.

I IN themselves, as weak as worms,
How can poor believers stand,
When temptations, foes, and storms,
Press them close on ev'ry hand?
*Exodus, xvii. 11.

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2 Weak,