Hymns on Several Subjects, Collection · Book 2
Select Hymns.
BOOK. II.
HYMN I.
ALL ye Seraphic trains above,
in ſilence now remain:
None can ſet forth electing Love,
but Jeſus that was ſlain.
The fathers love to ſinners is
ſo great that none can know;
Nothing but Jeſus crucifi'd
erecting Love can Show.
The brightneſs of electing grace
we no where elſe can ſee,
But in thoſe purple Streams alone
which Jeſus bled for me.
Come Sinners come behold what Love
Chriſt's bleeding ſides did run!
By faith ſee Jeſus pierc'd for you,
if you for ſin would mourn:
Your tears like Mary's then will flow,
when Jeſus wounds you See;
You will abhor your Selves, and cry
was Jeſus pierc'd for me!
HYMN II.
'Tis finiſh't! cry'd our dying Lord,
when he hung on the tree:
O what a pleaſant ſound indeed
it's finiſh't is to mee!
Sin, that was finiſh't on the Croſs
with Chriſt 'twas crucifi'd;
Our Lord did make an end of Sin
when on the Croſs he dy'd.
Wrath, it was alſo finiſh't too
upon our Lord, when he
Did give himſelf a ſacrifice,
and naild was to the tree.
Yea Righteouſneſs was finiſh't too,
and was compleated, when
Our Jeſus pou'red forth his Soul
for us rebellious Men.
'Tis finiſh't! now before the throne
Chriſt's blood doth pleading cry:
'Tis finiſh't! in the Conſcience too,
it ſoundeth pleaſantly.
'Tis finiſh't! is a a joyful ſound;
what tongue can ſilent bee;
…aptures of praiſe let's ſing allways
our Jeſus unto thee,
HYMN III.
O! thou art fair my Love, I Say
there is no Spot in thee:
Not only fair, but all fair too,
no ſpot in thee I See.
Whoſe voice is this I hear ſo Sweet?
'tis my beloved's ſure,
That tells me I am now ſo fair,
ſo ſpotleſs, and ſo pure.
My love tis I that tell thee ſo,
'tis thy belovea's voice
That tells thee thou art now ſo fair,
that thou mayſt now rejoyce
What did he ſay, I now am fair?
alaſs! how can it be?
That I that nothing am but ſpots,
ſhould now ſo ſpotleſs be?
Sure he doth mean, I ſhall be ſo,
not that I now am fair:
Can ſuch a vile polluted wretch
without a ſpot appear?
O ſtay my love and heark to me,
I ſay, thou art fair now;
O ſtay thy reaſoning a while,
and I will tell thee how.
My love, 'tis I have made thee ſo
my bloud has made thee white;
My righteouſneſs hath thee array'd,
and made thee dazling bright.
I in my body once did bear
thy Sins upon the tree,
My ſtanding in thy room and ſtead
hath made thee ſpotleſs be.
O my beloved, hold thy peace,
thy love tranſporting is:
O ſtay me, I am ſick of love;
O! what a love is this!
What finite Wiſdom can conceive?
what pen or tongue can ſhow
The vaſt demenſions of his love
that in theſe ſtreams did flow.
I mean thoſe bleeding p…ple ſtreams
that from Chriſt's ſides did run,
There you may ſee the love of three;
and yet thoſe three are one.
HYMN IV.
REjoyce, ye Saints, in praiſes high
your rob…s are fair and white:
The Lamb preſents you evermore
to th' Father with delight.
Sing therefore ye redeemed ones,
his praiſes let us ſhow
That with his bloud hath made us white,
yea whiter than the ſnow.
What love, our lovely Lord is this
that in thy blood doth ſhine!
Let's evermore thy love adore:
no love was er'e like thine.
By faith let's take a turn about
our bleeding Lord, and ſee
What love his bleeding ſides did run
when he hung on the tree.
Let Cherubins and Seraphins
that now are round the throne,
Salvation ſing unto the Lamb
that worthy is alone.
HYMN V.
OUr Surety from Eternity,
engagd himſelf to pay
Our debts to th' Father to the full
at the appointed Day.
The Father took our Surety's word,
and therefore did ſet free
Thoſe Saints that dy'd before our Lord
did hang upon the tree.
They were to glory alſo gone,
and there were happy made,
Before our Lord had of their debts
the actuall payment payd.
But now in Goſpel days we do
the glorious Mys'try ſee;
That all our debts to th'full were payd
when Chriſt hung on the tree.
We need no Sacrifices bring,
but th' Sacrifice of Praiſe,
In Songs of triumph we may ſpend
our now remaining Days.
For ſure it will not now be long,
e're we our Lord ſhall ſee;
And evermore our Lord adore,
when we with him ſhall be.
HYMN VI.
WE thro' the Law of life in Chriſt
from Moſes are ſet free;
And being dead to th' Law, we live
that grace might honour'd be.
We ceaſe to work for Life, yet work
as if wee life ſhould gain:
We work not 'cauſe the Law commands,
Chriſts love doth us conſtrain.
We're drawn to work by th' Law of love
which gently doth conſtrain,
This makes our ſervice a delight,
our labour without pain
Conſtraining grace does ſet's awork,
not Conſcience rage and pain:
We do not work 'cauſe Moſes bids,
but 'cauſe the Lamb is Slain.
O Sinners! would you work aright?
come unto Jeſus then,
Who hath oth' Father gifts receiv'd
for us rebellious Men.
Ther's life and ſtrength in Chriſt alone
which Moſes cannot give;
Which to the Law will make you dead
that you to God may live.
HYMN VII.
COme, let us triumph in the Lamb
our Lord that once did dye:
We that believe in Jeſus may.
have everlaſting Joy.
Come Law of God, what haſt thou now
of us for to demand?
Thy Curſes all did meet on Chriſt,
that did our Surety ſtand.
Tho' we do Sin thou can'ſt not curſe,
thy Curſes all did lye
Upon our bleeding Lord, when he
our Sacrifice did dye.
Come, Juſtice, where is now thy Charge?
what haſt thou now to ſhow?
We do to thee preſent the blood
that from Chriſt's Sides did flow
Thine Arrows all did meet on him,
when nailed to the Tree:
Our Lord himſelf he did become
a Sacrifice to thee.
Vile Satan, where are now thy bills:
our Sins cannot be found,
The God-like Garment of our Lord
compleatly wraps us round.
O Hallelujah to the Lamb
that hath now ſet us free:
Our Crowns we throw thy feet below,
and give the praiſe to thee.
HYMN VIII.
WHat meaneth this tumultuous noiſe
that in the Nations be?
The Lamb is haſtning to his Throne,
we in theſe Clouds may ſee.
His Chariot wheels do come apace;
he's haſting on his way:
Come quickly our Beloved, come,
ſweet Jeſus don't delay.
Haſt, be thou like a Roe or Hart
that on the Mountains be,
Until the Day doth clearly break,
and all the Shadows fle.
Thy Love-ſick Spouſe, Lord knows not how
thy abſence thus to bear:
Thy preſence moſt delightful is,
thou art to us moſt dear.
O! therefore haſt our lovely Lord;
we long thy face to ſee:
Come ſwiftly like a Roe or Hart
that on the Mountains be.
HYMN IX.
ALL the Seraphic trains above
are ſtooping down below,
To learn o'th' Church that Myſtery
paſt Ages did not know.
But now the Vail is rent in twain,
the Myſ'try is unfold;
Juſtice and Mercy reconcil'd
we now by Faith hehold.
We now in Goſpel Days may go
into the Holy Place:
We in a bleeding Jeſus ſee
Gods reconciled face.
Our Sins paſt, preſent, and to come
are new all covered or'e
I'th Ocean of our Saviours blood
where they ſhall riſe no more.
To God in our own Nature, we
in Goſpel Days do go:
Mount Sinai's Saints did little of
theſe glorious Mys'tries know.
Theſe Myſteries from Ages paſt
within the Vail were pent;
But when our Lord hung on the Croſs,
the Vail in twain was rent.
Now glorious Grace unveiled is
and in Chriſts face doth ſhine;
There drink may we abundantly
of well refined Wine.
HYMN X.
TO him the Lamb upon the Throne,
whoſe Fleſh the Godhead fills
And all its Rayes are there diſplay'd,
in whom all fulneſs dwells.
To him that waſh't us in his blood,
let's praiſe and honour Sing:
Let us adore, and Magnify
our great exalted King.
Come ye redeemed ones, ſound forth
new Songs of priſe unto
Him that hath waſh't you from your Sins,
and made you white as Snow:
And now in Robes moſt richly wrought,
we to the King are brought,
Suppoſing Angels, that have not
a Robe ſo Richly wrought.
We therefore throw our Crowns below
that awful Seat and Throne;
Singing the Lambs new Song, and ſay,
thou worthy art alone,
All praiſe and honour for to have
by us for evermore
Sing therefore praiſes to the Lamb,
and Sing forevermore.
HYMN XI.
COme Sing, O ye redeemed ones,
to th' Lamb upon the Throne:
Sound forth the praiſes of the Lamb
the Fathers holy One.
O! take a turn by Faith about
the bleeding Lamb of God,
O! See him crying out under
his Fathers heavy Rod.
O! ſee him wounded for your Sins:
behold your bleeding Lord
Recieving in his bleeding Sides,
the Fathers flaming Sword.
Look to your pierced Lord, ye Saints,
then you indeed ſhall mourn,
As one that weepeth bitterly
as for an only Son.
Behold, what Streams of Love did flow
thus from your pierced Lord,
When that the Father did againſt
his fellow wake his Sword.
Which gave the reconciling blow
(O here was love indeed!)
On him the Victim of our peace
and we thereby were freed.
HYMN XII.
COme let's our deareſt Jeſus view,
that for our Sins was Slain;
And gave himſelf for us, that we
might with him ever Reign.
Our deareſt Jeſus, if a taſt
of love be here ſo ſweet,
What will it be when we ſhall with
our dear beloved meet!
If now and then a Smile from thee
be ſweet that's quickly gone;
What will the right of Viſion be
that never ſhall be done!
If we are taken to the Mount
one moment while below,
If thou the Vail doſt draw aſide,
and us thy Glory ſhow;
We then cry out we're Sick of love,
and with thee long to be:
O then, how ſhall we burn with Love
when face to face we See!
When Clouds ſhall interpoſe no more,
no Vail ſhall be between;
But wee our deareſt Lord ſhall ſee
as wee our ſelves are ſeen.
And we as reigning Kings and Prieſts,
ſhall Hallelujah ſing
For ever to the reigning Lamb
our now exalted King.
O now let's Sing the Lambs new Song
and alſo him adore:
The Day is coming we ſhall be
with him forevermore.
HYMN XIII.
HOw beautiful upon the Mount
are they that peace Proclaim,
That unto Rebels after Grace
in their great Maſters name;
That unto Captives do declare
glad tidings, and do tell
To Sinners ther's a ranſom found
to ſave their Souls from Hell!
Such joyful tydings do bow down
ſtout ſturdy Rebels, and
Such love and grace doth Sinners make
in admiration Stand.
Mount Sinai's fiery Law won't break
a heart that's like a Stone;
It's flaming Arrows at the Walls
of Braſs in vain are thrown.
'Tis only pardon that doth melt,
and Love does Sinners draw;
'Tis grace doth quench the thirſt of ſin,
and not the threats oth' Law.
What mean ſuch then that Terrors preahc,
and Sin ai's Law proclaim?
Since 'tis not Sinai's fiery dart,
will quench Sins rage and flame.
The Meſſage they are ſent withall
that in Chriſts name do go,
It is to offer pard'ning Grace,
to Sinners while they'r ſo.
HYMN XIV.
RIſe Zion, Shine, thy Light is come
the glorious Day's begun:
Theſe Beams wee ſe ſo bright that be,
dart from the glorious Sun
Of righteouſneſs, that riſing is:
the Day doth dawn apace;
The Songs of praiſe we hear adays
of Chriſt and his free Grace.
Are tokens plain the Lamb once Slain,
is haſtning to his Throne:
The Bride doth ſay, come haſt away
my dear beloved One.
The Saints rejoyce; the Turtles voice
is heard within our Land:
The Hundred forty four thouſand
do on mount Zion ſtand.
And there they Sing to Chriſt their King
their Songs in ſuch a ſtrain,
That there are none but thoſe alone
for whom the Lamb was Slain,
Can learn the Songs the Saints do Sing:
the Song of Moſes now
Is laid aſide by the Lambs Bride
'cauſe 'tis a note too low.
Ye taught ones of the Lord, Sing praiſe
to th' Lamb the throne upon;
Tis only he taught you and me
to Sing the Lambs new Song.
HYMN XV.
O My Dove, that art in the Clefts
within the Rocks that be,
And in the Secrt place oth' ſtairs,
where thou no Light canſt ſee;
Tho' thou art in the dark, yet I
thy Countenance would ſee,
For it is comely, and thy Voice
moſt pleaſant unto me.
Give me therefore one look of Faith,
my Siſter, and my Bride,
My Love, my Dove, my fair One, that
within the Rocks reſid'ſt.
My Love, my Undefiled one,
tho' in the Clefts thou art,
And in the dark, one Act of Faith
will ſteal away my heart.
O! do not think my heart is chang'd;
I am not like to thee:
I lov'd thee ſo, I dy'd for Love,
when thou did'ſt not love me.
O hark my Soul! whoſe Voice is this
that ſounds ſo pleaſantly!
It is my Jeſus, that did once
for ſuch a Rebel dye.
O Ʋnbelief! thou Enemy
what ſtories didſt thou tell?
What Meſſage didſt thou bring to me,
was it not fram'd in Hell?
My Jeſus that did bleed for me
when I a Rebel was,
His Heart's the ſame to me, as when
he hung upon the Croſs.
HYMN XVI.
THy Names, O Jeſus! pleaſant are,
like Oyntment pou'red forth:
It is by Chriſt alone, that we
diliv'red are from Wrath.
Jeſus, his Name is called, and
it hath a pleaſant ſound;
'Cauſe he doth ſave us from our Sins,
and our Rebellions drown'd.
His name the Lord our Righteouſneſs;
that hath a pleaſant found;
That Garment covers all our Spots,
that Robe does wrap us round.
His Name our Advocate, alſo
that ſoundeth pleaſantly;
'Cauſe he doth live to Intercede
that once for us did dye.
His Name our Paſsover, alſo
that Sacrificed was,
Is pleaſant, 'cauſe his Blood be'ng ſeen
Juſtice doth or'e us paſs
Like pretious Oyntment alſo is
his Name, a Stone that's try'd;
A pretious Stone: thus Jeſus is
that for poor Sinners dy'd.
HYMN XVII.
O Worthy is the Lamb of God
to be exalted in
The hearts of the Redeemed ones,
'cauſe he ſaves them from Sin.
His Righteouſneſs reveal'd unto
the Soul, doth Sin deſtroy,
And Jeſus death i'th' Conſcience is
Sin's death immediately.
When Chriſt within the Soul (where Sin
did Reign) his Grace diſplays;
Pardoning Grace doth Sin diſplace,
by its' bright glorious Rayes.
This Glorious Son doth rule, among
(by Righteouſneſs,) his Foes;
This Lamb that's Slain deſtroys Sin's reign
and all that him oppoſe.
O Grace! …ich glorious Grace indeed!
muſt Jeſus death deſtory
My Luſt's and Sin that reign within?
O Grace reign gloriouſly.
HYMN XVIII.
IN Chriſt we Sin do overcome;
ſuch ſights do Sin deſtroy:
Pardoning Grace in Jeſus Face
doth fill the Soul with Joy.
Theſe ſights of Sin that we ſee in
the Blood of Chriſt, doth give
New ſtrength unto the Soul to go
to Chriſt, and ſo to live.
By th' life of him that conquer'd Sin,
and did the Vict'ry gain:
Therefore away, and do not ſtay,
to th' Lamb that once was Slain.
Thus Chriſt reveal'd the Conſcience in,
deſtroy'd the Pow'r and Throne
Of Sin, that had Uſurp't within,
where Chriſt ſhould re… alone.
Come Saints, go forth with Courage then,
your Lord hath got the Day;
And Sin hath ſlain, that Grace might reign
within your Souls allway.
HYMN XIX.
BRight burning Beams of Goſpel grace
haſt Lord for to diſplay,
For to burn up in all thy Saints
their Stuble, Whod, and Hay.
Break forth, O Sun of Righteouſneſs!
unto the perfect Day;
Haſt holy one unto thy Throne,
our Jeſus haſt away.
But O! who may abide that day
when Zion's King ſhall reign?
Who may abide when he the pride
of all proud Fleſh will ſtain?
Tremble ye careleſs ones that are
at eaſe in Zion, and
Wonder, and ſtay becauſe that Day
is very near at Hand.
It now doth dawn, this glorious Morn
beginning is t' appear;
What meaneth elſe theſe lowings, and
theſe bleatings we do hear?
Mhe Saints do ſing to Chriſt their King,
whilſt others rage with Pain
Becauſe o'th' bright, and dazeling Light,
o'th' Lamb that once was ſlain.
Redeemed ones Sing praiſes, for
this Fire's but to try
Away your Droſs, that by it's loſs
Chriſt may you purify.
HYMN XX.
TH… Lamb of God is Zions King;
in Righteouſneſs he reigns:
Sing praiſes therefore, all ye Iſles
ſound forth Triumphant Strains.
O Iſles break forth in praiſes high,
your Crowned King doth reign
Both King of Heaven, Earth, and Hell,
becauſe he once was ſlain.
He reigns in Heave'n gloriouſly:
to th' Lamb, Salvation!
Is ſounded forth continually
by th' Angels round the Throne.
This Lamb doth alſo reign on Earth:
the Saints do praiſes Sing;
The Iſles do ſound the praiſes of
Zions exalted King.
The Hay, and Stubble of the Saints
Conſum'd ſhall be away,
When this bright Sun of Righteouſneſs,
breaks forth to perfect Day.
O Hallelujah! let the Iſles
Sing unto Zions King;
That unto them, Salvation,
through Righteouſneſs doth bring.
HYMN XXI.
COme Saints, and view Eternal Love
in its bright glorious reign;
O ſee its rayes, and bright diſplayes
'ith Lamb when he was ſlain.
The deluge of electing Grace
was broken up indeed,
And like an Ocean did run
through Chriſt, when he did bleed.
Infinite, true, almighty too,
Grace then appear'd to be;
By conquering Law, Hell, and Sin,
when Chriſt hung on the Tree.
Mount Sinai's frery Curſes all
came Smoking on our Lord,
But Grace's reign the Curſe hath ſlain,
and ſnatch't away the Sword
Of Juſtice, that ſo bright did Flame,
no Sinner might come Nigh:
But Grace did ope' the heart of Chriſt,
and quench't it preſently.
Like Sampſons Cords, our Sins did bind
our Jeſus to the Tree:
But Grace like Fire, conſum'd them all,
and ſet our Sampſon free.
O Silence men, and Angels too!
what Grace is, none can tell;
Nothing but Jeſus Blood can Speak
Electing Language well.
HYMN XXII.
COme let us praiſe Electing Grace;
that choſe us when undone,
That did delight to make us bright,
and therefore gave his Son
To ſpill his precious God-like Blood,
to purge us from all ſtain;
And make us Kings, and Prieſts, to God,
that we might with him reign.
How did Electing Love diſplay?
it's royal Scepter in
The Blood of Chriſt, our great high Prieſt
when he Atton'd for Sin!
Oh Grace, rich, glorious, Grace indeed!
that delug'd forth ſo free
Through thoſe bright Purple ſtreams that ran
from Chriſt when on the Tree.
Come Saints, and view your pierced Lord
that you may mourn indeed:
Oh! ſee what ſtreams of Love did flow
through Chriſt when he did bleed.
Then you aſham'd ſhall be, and loath
your ſelves for what you 've' done;
Beholding th' Father reconcil'd
to you, through's only Son.
And Sinners, if you'd mourn aright,
look to the Lamb that's ſlain;
Where e're for Mourning elſe you look,
your looking is in vain.
HYMN XXIII.
THe Lord doth Zion found;
her building muſt be ſtrong:
Jehovah is her righteouſneſs,
God's her Salvation.
The Lord her ſtones hath layd
in Colours that are fair:
And her foundations alſo
of poliſh't Saphirs are.
Jeruſalem is built
with Towers all around:
We'll tell the Nations Meſſengers
the Lord doth Zion found.
God in her Palaces
is known a refuge ſtrong:
A Cup ſhall ſhe of trembling be
the Nations among.
All that againſt her fight,
weary themſelves in vain;
For in mount Zion gloriouſly
King Jeſus he doth reign.
Therefore in Judahs Land
we have this pleaſant Song:
We have a City very ſure,
God's her Salvation.
No violence ſhall more
be heard at all in thee:
The Sons of thoſe that did oppoſe
ſhall bending Suppliants be.
They that deſpiſd thee too,
ſhall as thy feet bow down,
And call thee by Jehovahs name
becauſe of thy renown.
The Sun ſhall be no more
by Day to thee a light;
Jehovah he thy light ſhall be
thy God thy glory bright.
Thou in Jehovahs Hand
ſhall be a precious gem;
Yea, thou ſhalt be eternally
a royal Diadem.
Forſaken thou ſhalt not
at all forever be;
Becauſe Jehovah doth rejoyce,
thy God doth joy in thee.
Therefore the Nations all
ſhall ſmitten be with fear,
Becauſe Jehovah-Shammah is
her name, the Lord is there.
HYMN XXIV.
WHat ails the Nations angry be?
what noiſe is this we hear?
The Goſpel takes away their Gods
and that they cannot bear.
The exaltation of the Lamb,
whoſe glory's ſhining forth,
Hath theſe tumultuous noiſes made,
and made the people wrath.
The Saints begin to ſpeak in ſuch
an evangelick ſtrain;
The Conſcience of the Phariſee
it fills with rage and pain.
The Hundred forty four thouſand
in ſuch a ſtrain do ſing,
That none but the redeemed ones
can touch upon that String.
The work-monger he wonders why
the Saints do always Sing,
And cannot bear their triumph 'cauſe
it doth his Conſcience ſting.
Come Saints ſtrike up your Songs of Praiſe
tho' Men and Devils joyn,
The Scribe and Phariſee alſo
together do combine.
It's all in vain, the Lamb is ſlain,
and lives for ever more:
We therefore Sing unto our King
and always him adore.
HYMN XXV.
SInners are ſav'd alone by Grace,
and Works excluded be;
Come Sinner therefore come to Chriſt
his Robes will cover thee.
Thou need'ſt not bring Price in thy Hand,
thy Works muſt not come in;
Chiſt's Robe alone will hide thy Spots
and cover all thy Sin.
What tho' thy Sins be very great,
and of the deepeſt dye?
There is no periſhing for thee
if thou to Jeſus fly.
Sinners, have you a mind to Chriſt,
to make a match with him?
Come then, tho' nothing in your ſelves
ye have but Luſts and Sin.
God in the Goſpel offers Grace
to th' worſt of Sinners ſtill;
His Royal Proclamation is
that whoſoever will.
Let him come drink of pard'ning Grace
to quench Sins fiery rage:
Come taſt how gracious he is
this will your thirſt aſſwage.
And when you ſee God reconcil'd
you'l ſee your Sins aright:
Free Grace will make Sin to appear
more odious in your ſight.
HYMN XXVI.
O God of grace! In Jeſus Face
we ſee thee reconcil'd,
Thy wrath him broke, he bore the ſtroke
on us our Father ſmil'd.
What boundleſs Love's the Father's Love
no Tongue can it expreſs;
No Angel can this miſtery ſcan
to Sinners in diſtreſs.
What ſtrange prodigious thing is this,
(we can't conceiv't aright)
That God ſhould bruiſe his only Son
to do his Juſtice right!
O what is Sin! There's none can tell
but God that's infinite;
That God was pleas'd to cruſh his Son
that was his Souls delight.
How ſtor'd with Love's the Heart of Chriſt
to Sinners here below,
That he ſhould thus degrade himſelf,
and vengeance undergo!
How large with Love's the Heart of Chriſt!
his Soul was ſtraitened
Till he had layd the Ranſome down
and all was finiſhed.
What ready way to'th' Father now
is made by Jeſus Chriſt!
Continually he's on the Throne
our interceeding Prieſt.
Therefore do we continually
from time to time again,
Aſcribe always, Bleſſing and Praiſe
for evermore, Amen.
HYMN XXVII.
OUr Jeſus is that tender Plant
that ſprings from higheſt ground:
Tho' Adam's dead, Chriſt is our Head;
in whom our Fruit is found.
Our Jeſus is a green Fir Tree;
come let's ſit down, and reſt,
Under his ſhade: How pleaſant is
his Fruit unto our Taſt!
How pleaſant is his ſhade to us!
he always us relieves;
His Fruit doth ſhelter, wrap us round,
not like to Adams Leaves.
Come! This is not forbidden Fruit,
no, no, you need nor fear:
'Tis Jeſus that doth bid you eat:
the Serpent is not here.
Our Jeſus is our Green Fir Tree,
in him our Fruit is ſeen;
In him our Fruit doth ne're decay,
in him we're always green.
The Wind that bloweth where it liſts,
doth now begin to blow;
Hark! How the South Wind ſhakes the Fruit
and makes it fall below.
Poor Sinners now begin to ſee
the beauty of the Plant;
They ſee in him, laid up for them
what ever they do want.
Hark Saints! What Sinners ſay of him
how they are by him mov'd:
As th' Apple Tree among the Trees
ſo is our dear Belov'd.
Oh Sinners! Tell us what you ail'd;
what makes you thus to cry?
Our Jeſus in not us'd to be
ſo pleaſant in your Eye.
He's brought us to his Banquet Houſe,
to Grace he's brought us too;
His Banner over us was Love:
We know not what to do.
The Love of Jeſus is ſo ſtrong,
our Heart, our Bowels move:
Stay us with Eaggons our Belov'd;
we're ſick of Love, of Love.
Bles't be the Lamb for ever more,
the Lamb upon the Throne:
Of Bleſſed be our green Fir Tree
in whom's our Fruit alone.
HYMN XXVIII.
HOw reigning Grace began to reign
from all Eternity?
And we the Subjects muſt be made
of it; why we? Oh why!
Who was before Eternity
to hinder Grace to reign,
Or hinder God to ſend his Son
us to redeem again?
Who ſpoke one word when Jeſus ſaid
I come to do thy Will?
Who him oppos'd when he came down
his God-like Blood to ſpill?
When thus our Jeſus came on Earth
to dye, who hindred him?
Tho' Men and Devils all did cry
away, away with him.
Indeed when Death took hold of him
the Grace it brought him to,
Two days it held him in its bonds
the Third, it let him go:
Oh! How did Men, and Devils ſtrive
to get his Body Dead?
The Devil bruiſing of his Heel
hath got a broken Head.
Tho' Men his Bloody Murtherers
who did him crucifie,
Who with the Spear did pierce his ſide,
yet they were ſav'd thereby.
Oh Law of ſin! What haſt thou got?
O Satan! what haſt thou?
Free reigning Grace through Righteouſneſs
was glorify'd by you.
Altho' we fell as low as Hell
from thence we are made free:
He broke the Barrs of Death and Hell,
and thus eſcap't are we.
Sinners its but a folly then
to turn away your Face,
You'l certainly be overcome,
if once you deal with Grace.
Who'l hinder then when Jeſus Calls?
what Devil will be there
That can us hinder, when we Mount
to meet the Lord ith' Air?
Let's ſing to th' Honour of his Grace
by which with Chriſt we reign,
When Jeſus comes the ſecond time
we'l riſe, and ſing again.
HYMN XXIX.
O Wounding commendation!
God did commend his only Son,
That we might reconciled be,
and thro' his wounds made nigh to thee
Thou wicked Rebel was the Man,
which caus'd the Sword, which Juſtice ran
Into his Godlike-ſide, to miſs
thine wn, and pointed be at his.
But Love to us did make him cry,
while in this bitter Agony
I am to be Baptiz'd for ſome,
oh how I long to ſee it done!
Oh love! Oh Lamb! we've ſeen thee bleed,
our Pardons in thy wounds we read,
And on thy Heart Love! Love! we ſpy
in Characters of purple dye.
Oh Love! Oh Grace! Oh boundleſs Love!
'twas it that did our Jeſus move:
And Love will draw, Grace will conſtrain
to Love our loving Lord again.
Amazing, melting, wounding Love!
attracting, blazing from above;
Amazing love our Souls does drown'd
they'r ſcarcely in our Bodies found.
Oh! Let's lift up our dazled Eyes
to this amazing Sacrifice:
The Lamb once ſlain is now above,
and cloathed with Eternal Love.
Honour, and glory, and renown
be to the Lamb upon the Throne,
That once did dye, that once was ſlain
that we might with him ever reign.
HYMN XXX.
BEhold th' Atonement's offred now,
the Prieſt with Blood is gone
In th' Holy place, and there appears
to keep poſſeſſion.
Hark! How the Jubile Trumpet ſounds,
which doth to us proclaim,
We can't ſell our Inheritance,
it comes to us again.
The Lot of our Inheritance
is ours, and moſt ſecure;
The Teſtament is writ, and ſeal'd
with Blood of Jeſus ſure.
You that have ſold your Heritage
for Want, or Poverty,
Come to your Lands, they'r not your own
this is the Jubile cry.
Ye Captive Bond-ſlaves, come away,
That ſold your ſelves for nought;
The Jubile ſounds, ye are ſet free,
ye're not your own, ye're bought.
Honour and glory be to him
who doth for us appear;
Let's always ſing, and reſt in him;
this is the Jubile year.
HYMN XXXI.
O Boundleſs, boundleſs Love!
our Father did commend,
Which in himſelf was found alone
did not on us depend.
O Independent Love!
Oh rich electing Grace!
Which was hid in our Fathers Heart,
ſeen in our Jeſus Face.
Oh Love unchangable!
Oh Grace to ſuch as we!
Which no reſpect to perſons had,
tho' we polluted be.
What kind of Love is this
which through our Jeſus flows!
Thus boundleſs Love God from above
to us vile Rebels ſhows.
O Love! Eternal Love!
who can thy Bands unty?
The ſacred Dove ſays we are lov'd
to all Eternity.
We ſhall reſt in this Love
Where're we come or go:
His Mercies ſure, do yet endure;
let the redeem'd ſay ſo
Alluring Love indeed!
when we are brought ſo nigh
To thruſt our hands in Jeſus wounds
our Fathers love to ſpy.
Oh Soul amazing Love!
who melts our Hearts indeed:
Oh! Our beloved we are ſick
thy Love does ſo exceed.
Oh melting Love indeed!
Oh bleeding Love! Oh Grace!
Love's broken through our Jeſus ſides:
each drop of Blood cries Peace.
Where is that ſtony Heart
that will forbear to break;
If hardned we ſhould ſilent be
ſure Rocks would melt, and ſpeak.
We love to hear of Love,
becauſe he's loving bin,
And this did dearly manifeſt
in blotting out our Sin.
Oh Love! Alluring Love
Oh melting Love indeed!
Oh Love! returning Love! we'l come
we'l follow thee with ſpeed.
HYMN XXXII.
HEre's a Phyſician indeed!
his Life he layeth down,
His Hearts Blood he hath poured forth
to heal his Patients wound.
He knows the Sinners ſickneſs, that
comes to him for relief;
He knows all our infirmities,
for he hath born our grief.
What love like this! What love like this!
nothing can do us good,
Nothing can heal us of our Wounds
but our Phyſicians Blood.
To cure ſinners ſickneſses.
muſt the Phyſician Bleed?
Muſt our Phyſician's hearts-blood run?
Oh Bloody cure indeed!
Look Sinners, don't you Jeſus ſee
turning himſelf about?
Saying, who is't that toucheth me?
for vertue is gone out.
You that have toucht his Robes to day
cry out, 'tis me, 'tis me:
Behold! He ſaith, be of good Chear
thy Sins forgiven be.
Let's praiſe our great Phyſician then
who thus for Sinners ſtood:
Who writ our Pardons by his Death,
and ſeal'd them with his Blood.
HYMN XXXIII.
WHo ſhall aſcend the Hill of Faith,
the Holy Hill of God?
Who ſhall be worthy there to ſtand,
and there to have abode?
It ſhall be he, ſays Juſtice then,
whoſe Heart and Hand is pure:
He ſhall aſcend on high, yea, and
receive the Bleſſing ſure.
Lift up you Heads, ſays Jeſus then,
ye everlaſting Doors
Stand open wide for me and mine
for I have payd their ſcores:
Whatever thou requir'ſt of them
I have it here to pay.
Lit up the Doors, i'le enter in,
come lift them up, I ſay.
Who is that King, ſays Juſtice then?
who is't that is ſo bold?
No Sin ſhall ever enter in,
that I'm reſolv'd of Old.
It is King Jeſus, then ſaith Grace,
of Heav'n and Earth the Lord;
Yet freely gave his God-like Breaſt
unto thy flaming Sword.
'Tis he of whom thou didſt require
his Blood, yea hadſt thy fill,
And now demands Poſſeſſion,
for his, of Zions Hill.
Is this the King? He ſhall come in:
let Juſtice Mercy kiſs,
Now I am fully ſatisfied,
il'e plead for him, and his.
The Voice cries not a ſecond time
to Sinners yet in Sin,
Be lifted up ye Doors, and let
the King of glory in.
Who is that King of Glory great?
the Sinners Heart replies:
Who's this that ſpeaks with ſuch command
ſaying, ye Doors ariſe?
Its thy related Lord, and King,
which once was ſlain for thee,
And now is roſe again, and cryes,
my Siſter ope' to me.
Muſt I ſtand knocking here without?
what ſtony heart haſt thou
To let me waiting be, until
my Head is fill'd with Dew?
Il'e put my Finger at the Door,
il'e ſtand no more without:
Now I am in, il'e tell my Queen
thy Sins i'v'e blotted out.
This King of Glory let's exalt
who is aſcended high;
By whoſe aſcention we ſhall have
or'e Death the Victory.
HYMN XXXIV.
WHen we were far eſtrang'd from God,
and caſt out of his ſight;
God plac't the Flaming Sword o'th' Law
to guard the Tree of Life.
But Jeſus being one of us,
and of the ſeed of Man;
To get Eternall life for us
upon the Sword he ran.
Awake, O Sword! thus ſaith the Lord,
againſt the Man like me;
If thou wilt take Eternal Life
thy Heart's Blood I muſt ſee.
Thus Jeſus did receive the blow
into his glorious Side:
His Wounds and Blood have interpos'd
our Enmity ſo wide.
The Gates of Heav'n are op'ned wide
now Sinners may come in,
For God to them is reconcil'd
all by the Blood of him.
The Sinner reconciled too
by Grace muſt be intic't;
For God to them is reconcil'd,
all by the Blood of Chriſt.
Come forth, ye Priſoners of Hope,
come forth, be not afraid;
The Blood of Chriſt has made you right,
and all your Debts hath payd.
Hark! Hark! what God the Father ſays,
the Sinner to entice;
Peace, Peace to them that are far off,
all by the Blood of Chriſt.
Hark! how the Blood of Chriſt cryes Peace
i'th' Sinners Conſcience too;
When all your works will bring no Peace
the Blood of Chriſt will do.
What tho' the Sinner be far off
by his rebellious Sin,
The place where Jeſus Blood came out
the ſinner may come in.
Honour to him, who unto God
hath made us Kings and Prieſts,
we once far off, are now made nigh
by th' Blood of Jeſus Chriſt.
HYMN XXXV.
O 'maſing Wiſdom, and Decree!
that Gods permiſſive will ſhould be
To let us fall as low as Hell
altho' he loved us ſo well.
O glorious dazling reigning Grace!
which ſhineth through our Jeſus face,
While we be all condemn'd to dye,
then reigning Grace doſe juſtify.
O glorious Will immutable!
muſt we deſerve no leſs than Hell?
Raiſ'd from a Dunghil to a Throne
accepted through this Grace alone.
To glorify free reigning Grace
thine Image Satan muſt deface:
What Grace was here? our Image is
made more conformable to his.
No change can happen to us now,
in Adam this we did not know:
In dying now we do not dye,
but dye to live Eternally.
Oh height of Love! why we! why we!
why ſhould we be thus ſav'd by thee!
Oh Depth of Love! what Tongue can tell?
he ſav'd us when as low as Hell.
O Bredth of Glorious pard'ning Grace!
it is as large as er'e it was:
Oh Length of Grace! reſolvedly
to love us from Eternity.
HYMN XXXVI.
HOw bleſſed are the called ones
to th' Marriage of the Lamb!
By eating of his parched Fleſh
they ſhall for ever ſtand.
His Heart and Soul they were the Price
for which we purchaſt be;
And now will keep his Marriage feaſt
with ſuch poor duſt as we.
Oh! ſtand not knocking at the Door,
but break it open wide:
Come in our Jeſus, feaſt with us
thy undefiled Bride.
Why ſtandſt thou knocking at the Door?
why knockeſt thou to Day?
Why wouldſt thou have the upper Room?
Lord what haſt thou to ſay?
I would come in to Solemnize,
and celebrate with thee
My Marriage Covenant and Feaſt:
my Dove, Oh! ope to me.
Is this the thing why thou'dſt come in?
we can't bear thy complaint:
My Love, my Choice, is this thy Voice?
our Souls are like to faint!
O Lord come in; thy Fingers in;
we feel our Locks to move,
We'v'e heard thee ſay, Love come away
my Siſter, and my Dove.
Come in thy Room thou bruiſed Lamb;
tell us of Love to Day;
The wrath thou'ſt born and overgon
oh! tell thy Dallilah.
Come with me then, my Love, my Dove,
come view the curſed Tree,
Come view the Croſs, ſee where I loſt
all my Hearts Blood for thee.
Come view my pierced wounded Hands,
my bruiſed Sides come ſee,
My Feet that trip't or'e Hills to bring
tydings of Joy to thee.
Why ſhould thy curſed Unbelief
bring me again to dye;
Do but Believe, and I am thine,
to all Eternity.
HYMN XXXVII.
JEſus our Shepherd's here to Day,
he in his Fold is come
To take the weak Lambs in his Arms;
and feed the Ewes with young.
Altho' the weak ones go aſtray,
they are yet dear to him,
Becauſe the Father on him lay
the Guilt of every Sin.
The ſtrong ones he enables more:
the weak that are behind
He takes up in his Boſom, and
their Wounds and Bruiſes binds.
The Lambs are in their Jeſus Arms,
they hear his Bowels ſound;
He keeps them cloſe from any Harms:
their Hands are in his Wounds.
They are ſo near unto his Heart,
he hears their cry and moan;
His Bowels anſwer them, my Grace
ſufficient is alone.
They will not keep i'th' Bands of Grace,
nor by the Waters clear;
But ſtray in un-forbidden Grounds
of doubting and deſpair.
He brings them back again, and makes
himſelf a Wall about;
Salvation Banks on ev'ry ſide,
they may no more go out.
Their Paſture's green and flouriſhing;
for Grace doth ne're decay:
They cannot want or Hungry be
except they go aſtray.
They that are weak, and cannot go,
they may lye down and reſt,
Solace themſelves in Paſtures green,
and eat where they like beſt.
With Eating they grow quick and ſtrong,
they get the feet of Hinds;
So they become the formoſt Sheep
and go no more behind.
HYMN XXXVIII.
Our Father from Eternity
did ſee us in our Sin,
His boundleſs Grace did move him ſo
he call'd his Son to him.
Come my Delight, my Glory bright,
my wrath thou muſt remove;
There is a company of Men
whom I do dearly Love.
Now for exchange, thou needs muſt change,
and take their Sin on thee;
Thy righteouſneſs, thy merits ſhall
to them imputed be.
Then, ſaid the Son 'tis done, tis done!
I come to do thy will;
Ere I will fail a jot thereof
my deareſt blood ſhall Spill.
How did the Lord delight to ſee
th' obedience of his Son!
How ſmiled he his Soul to ſee
a Sacrifice become!
How pleas'd was he his Son to ſee
a bearing of the Wood!
Smi'ld at the wounds from whence ran down
his reconciling Blood.
At length he ſmil'd, when reconcil'd,
looks on has bruiſed Son;
Holds out his hand to Bankrupt Man,
and cries Tis done! 'Tis done!
Now God and Man is reconcil'd,
the enmity is done,
And meet before the Sacrifice
of Peace, his bruiſed Son.
HYMN XXXIX.
WHoſe Body's this that's taken down
from off the curſed Tree?
How comes it to be drench'd in Blood
and full of wounds to be?
Our deareſt Jeſus we would know,
why for us thou didſt dye?
Why lay thy Body roul'd in Blood?
O tell us! Tell us why!
O wouldſt thou know, my Love my Dove,
why I hung on the Tree?
Il'e tell thee why: I had thoſe wounds
and bruiſed was for thee.
thou ſayſt thou'rt ſick of Love; but what
Is all this Love of thine
Compar'd to me? Thy greateſt Love
Is nothing unto mine.
My boundleſs Love to thee hath been
ſo cruel unto me;
Yea my affections were ſo ſtrong
I dy'd with love for thee.
Had'ſt thou but heard how hard I beg'd
the Father once for thee;
I would not be deny'd, but cry'd
my Father give her me.
My Bloody Body teſtifies
of boundleſs Love and Grace:
I will uphold thy Patience
'till thou haſt run thy race.
HYMN XL.
Hear now the Robels, ſaith the Lord;
muſt I my Juſtice take in Hand?
Muſt I go ſmite the Rock for you
with Law, which did you all condemn?
My wrath and indignation
which by this Sin was due to thee,
I have lay'd upon Chriſt my Son;
did ever any Love like me!
I've teſtify'd my boundleſs Love
in ſmiting of my Son for thee
Behold! Behold! Rebels behold
did ever any Love like me!
Nothing but th' Blood of my dear Son
could take the guilt of Sin from thee:
It was for thee his Hearts Blood ran;
did ever any Love like me!
The Streams of love which flow through him,
ſhall never leave, but follow thee
Through all this Deſert Wilderneſs,
O Love! Whoever lov'd like me!
Tho' thou ſhould'ſt turn to Sinai's Mount,
to Bondage and legality;
My Grace ſhall bring thee back again.
for never any lov'd like me.
Altho' thro' pride thou ſhouldſt Rebel
againſt me in a high degree,
My Streaming Love ſhall cover all:
O Love! Who ever lov'd like me!
When thou art in deſertions deep
pretending great humility:
My ſtreaming Love ſhall flow down there;
for never none did love like me.
My Streaming Love ſhall ne're turn back,
but follow Streaming after thee,
Whilſt thou art overcome with Love,
and cry, whoever Lov'd like thee!
O Love! When ſhall I ſee the Rock
from whence this Love Streams down to me?
This Streaming Love doth make me long
to ſee him, who ſo Loved me.
HYMN XLI.
LEt us behold our great High Prieſt,
When in the World he came,
Tempted in all things like to us,
that he might know our frame.
Think it not ſtrange, tho' tempt to doubt,
O fy our Adoption,
He tempted was to doubt that he
was not his Fathers Son.
Ye fainting Souls, why do you fear?
or wherefore do you doubt?
Has not the Blood of Jeſus ran?
your Sin is blotted out.
Would you have Jeſus dye again?
no, he need dye no more
His Blood has croſs't out all the Debt
that ſtood on Juſtice ſcore.
Why need we grieve the Heart of Chriſt,
and put him to ſuch pain?
As if there were neceſſity
for him to bleed again.
O give not place to unbelief,
altho' we often fall;
For were there need he'd bleed again;
but there is none at all.
God ſees no Sin to lay on him;
the Law can take no place;
Juſtice is fully ſatisfy'd:
witneſs his Marred Face.
Honour to him that made us rich,
and made himſelf ſo Poor:
Pardon our Sin of unbelief,
and let us doubt no more.
HYMN XLII.
TO us a Child is born,
A ſon is given free:
Wonderful, Councellor he is,
mighty to ſave is he.
To teſtify his Love
our Fleſh he putteth on:
Born of a Woman Jeſus was,
and yet Gods only Son.
He bore the heavy ſtroke
of Wrath due unto Sin
The Cup of indignation, he
drank off to the brim.
He took our Fleſh on him,
that Sympathize he may
In all our Troubles, Sorrows, Wants,
Free Grace he will diſplay.
Was …ver Love like this!
Jeſus ſhould thus provide
Such Streams of Love, and Grace, & make
the Channel in his ſide!
Behold how he reveals
O Sinner, this to thee!
Thou muſt believe, accept, receive,
not vie: For Grace is Free
All praiſe to him above;
the Lamb as't had been ſlain:
To th' Prince of Peace Hoſanna's give,
Hoſanna's yet again!
HYMN XLIII.
BEhold, my Jeſus comes!
I hear his Bleſſed tone:
He comes apace with all his Grace
to me, his deareſt one.
O how I hear his voice!
he calls aloud to me
Behold my bleeding ſides, my Love,
behold I dy'd for thee.
I have betroathed thee;
and in theſe Cov'nant Bands
I will keep thee: O! Do but ſee
my bleeding Feet and Hands.
A Royal Robe I wrought
to cover thee with, and
To let thee ſee I loved thee:
Behold my Feet and Hands.
This Robe will cover all
thy Sins, tho' as the Sands
In number be; yet do but ſee
my Bleeding Feet and Hands.
I then did ſatisfy
my Fathers free demand,
Even for thee, when to the Tree
you nail'd my Feet and Hands.
I Love thee ſtill, altho
it puts thee to a ſtand,
How it ſhould be I ſhould love thee,
that pierc'd my Feet and Hands!
My Father now delights
to ſee thine Image ſtand,
So pure and white and dazling bright
in me at his right Hand.
HYMN XLIV.
CHriſt our High Prieſt is gone
for us now to appear,
With Blood above, that pleads for love;
ſtand by both Guilt and Fear.
Grace infinitely free
his Blood did loudly tell:
This Streaming Rock the Lord hath ſmote,
doth ſpeak loves language well.
Love dy'd is ſelf in Blood,
that Sinners there might ſee
That Gods Eternal love through Chriſt,
is infinitely free.
Come Sin and Satan too,
your Threats we do diſdain;
And Juſtice, thou haſt nothing now
'gainſt us: The Lamb is ſlain.
Thus Grace doth mount the Soul;
in Chriſt it ſets it high;
And tho' in Sin 'thas reeking been,
yet Grace doth bring it nigh,
And thus the Soul doth teach,
all Sin for to diſdain,
Becauſe by Chriſt 'tis made a Prieſt,
and purg'd from Spot and Stain.
O boundleſs Love of God!
who would not Grace adore,
That in the Flood of Jeſus Blood
our Sin has cov'red o're?
O worthy is the Lamb,
that once was ſlain for me,
Eternally in praiſes high
ador'd and prais'd to be!
HYMN XLV.
WHat Trumpet's this that ſounds
ſuch glorious liberty
To Sinners thro' the Blood of Chriſt,
and why not then for me?
Jeſus dy'd to redeem,
poor Sinners, and ſet free
The worſt of Traytors by his Blood:
And therefore why not me?
Chriſt dy'd to bring to God
ſuch that at diſtance be,
The Juſt for the Injuſt did dye
And why not then for me?
The Goſpel offers Chriſt
to ſuch that Sinners be,
Yea, free Redemption by his Blood,
why therefore not to me?
God did commend his Love
to ſuch that Sinners be;
Yea, Chriſt for the ungodly dy'd:
And why not dye for me?
Chriſt dy'd for none but ſuch;
gainſt God that Rebels be,
And peace by Blood for Sinners made,
and why not peace for me?
There's righteouſneſs in Chriſt
moſt infinitely free,
For needy Sinners which was wrought;
and why not then for me?
And in this Righteouſneſs
ſinners Angels out-ſhine:
It covers all their foulest ſpots,
and why not cover mine?
So that Gods Holy Eye
no Spots in them can ſee,
This Garment White it ſhines ſo bright,
and why not ſhine on me?
HYMN XLVI.
BEhold my Soul, thy lovely Lord
hang bleeding on the Tree:
O! View my Soul the Heart of Chriſt
by Juſtice rent ſo thee.
O! What ſtupendious boundleſs love,
is this that flames ſo bright,
That Jeſus, he ſhould dye for me
that I in Juſtice ſight,
Should in this glorious Godlike Robe
before the Throne appear,
That flaming holineſs it ſelf
need not to make me fear.
O curſed unbelief ſtand by
thou Sulpher…s ſmoke of Hell,
For in this dreſs, (Christ's Righteouſneſs)
Juſtice doth like me well.
O lovely Jeſus! Take the praiſe.
who thus adornſt thy Bride:
This Righteouſneſs I do poſſeſs
doth in thy ſelf reſide.
O altogether lovely Lord!
what Tongue can ſilent be?
Thou faireſt of ten thouſand art;
for none is like to thee.
HYMN XLVII.
WHy doſt thou hide thy Face?
our Jeſus, tell us why:
Didſt thou not love with ſuch a Love
that Love caus'd thee to dye?
Thy bleeding ſides do tell
loves Stories pleaſantly:
Therefore why hideſt thou thy Face?
our Jeſus, tell us why!
Wer'e Bone now of thy Bone;
to thee we're made ſo nigh:
Thou hid'ſt thy ſelf now from thy ſelf:
O therefore tell us why!
My undefiled one,
doſt thou enquire of me,
Why i'ſt that I ſo frequently
do hide my Face from thee?
O! Tis my Love to thee
that's always in a flame,
That cauſes me to hide from thee,
altho' my Heart's the ſame.
When from thoſe living ſtreams
from me that run ſo free
Thou turn'ſt aſide; O then my Bride
I hide my ſelf from thee.
When thou doſt live upon
my Jewels fair and bright,
And them doſt take, and Idols make
and ſet up in my ſight;
My love to thee's too great
their emptineſs to ſhow;
I turn aſide from thee my Bride
that thou may'ſt learn to go
Unto the Fountain Head
and drink abundantly,
Unto thoſe red and purple Streams
that have their fourſe from me
HYMN XLVIII.
MY Jeſus he is all to me,
what ere my Soul can crave:
A fountain free's my Chriſt to me,
that I no want can have.
My Jeſus he is ſtrength to me,
when I do fainting lye:
He's health in ſickneſs, Life in Death;
in War, he's victory.
In famine, he is Food to me,
in thirſt he's Royal Wine;
No want can be attending me
ſince Jeſus he is mine.
My Jeſus he is light to me
when I in darkneſs go:
Such fulneſs in my Jeſus is
that I no want can know.
My Jeſus he is liberty
when Bondage doth oppreſs:
Tho' I in Sin have reeking been
my Chriſt is Righteouſneſs.
When ſorrows compaſs me about,
my Chriſt is peace and joy,
When Wrath and Sin do rage within,
my Chriſt is Victory.
When Satan throws his flaming Dart
my Christ a Hold is ſtrong,
A refuge he is then to me
and my Salvation.
HYMN XLIX.
O What a Fountain of delights
Is Chriſt the Son of God!
What pleaſant Streams this Rock did run,
when ſmote by Juſtice Rod!
O Love! eternal Love and Grace!
whoſe depths we cannot know,
Which we ſaw run thro' Gods own Son,
and thro' his Blood to flow.
We view'd with pleaſure and delight
this ſtreaming Rock ſo free;
We ſaw the Lord his fellow ſmite
for us upon the Tree.
O ſtand amaz'd, ye Train above!
can this be underſtood,
That God's eternal Grace and Love
ſhould flow thro' Jeſus Blood?
Did we not in the Wounds of Chriſt
the Fathers Heart behold?
Hath not our deareſt Jeſus Blood
delightful tydings told?
Theſe wounded Hands and Feet we ſee
(by Faith) upon the Tree,
Loudly proclaim we're Kings and Prieſts
unto Eternity.