Hymns on Several Subjects, Collection · Book 1
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BOOK. I.
HYMN I.
CHriſt is our Holineſs and Peace,
Chriſt is our righteouſneſs;
Chriſt is our Husband, Brother, Friend,
Our Life, our Head, our Dreſs.
Chriſt our Redemption, and our hope,
Salvation, Glory, Reſt:
In him we're Righteous, Clean & Strong,
In him we're fully bles't.
Chriſt is our Wiſdom, Riches, Strength;
ſo is, and was, and ſhall
For ever be unto his own;
thus Chriſt is all in all!
In him we've righteouſneſs and ſtrength;
in him we've Peace and Grace;
In him true Honour, Pleaſure, Wealth
diſcov'red in his Face.
Tho' we be Poor, in him we're Rich,
tho' Weak, in him we're Strong;
When with'ring, in this green Firtree
we flouriſh all along.
Let's ſtill admire and him adore
who always is the ſame,
Let's magnify his glorious Grace,
and praiſe his mighty name.
HYMN II.
THe Soul that ſees in Jeſus Chriſt
a lovely pretiouſneſs,
And does behold a glory in
his ſpotleſs righteouſneſs;
Sees his own doings will not do,
counts them, but loſs and ſin;
This Soul hath ventur'd upon Chriſt
and doth believe on him.
The Souls that with delight do view
the Righteouſneſs of Chriſt,
Are taken with ſo ſuitable,
and with ſo great a Prieſt;
Are glad that ſuch a Saviour is
Poor Sinners for to ſave,
Tho' not for them yet the True Faith
that works by love they have.
Queſtion not doubting trembling Soul
thy Faith, but ſtill believe,
Behold a Chriſt, lean on a Chriſt,
an off'red Chriſt receive;
And pou'r forth praiſes to thy Chriſt
that thee this faith hath given:
Go on believing, preſſing ſtill
'till thou art got to Heaven.
HYMN III.
O! Was it ever known before,
the Kings own Son ſhould crowned be
On purpoſe for to interceed
for a rebellious Enemy!
Thus our dear Jeſus ſeiz'd his Throne,
put on his grandure and his ſtate,
Sat on th' right Hand of Majeſty
that he might be our Advocate.
The World can never inſtance this
that Kings ſhould Beggars cauſe ſo own
As that to think to ſerve them, is
beyond the pleaſures of a Crown.
Our deareſt Advocate thinks this
the chiefeſt ſum of his renown,
To ſerve his Children now above
the brigheſt Jewel of his Crown.
To him are Honour, Glory, Praiſe,
Obedience, Love, and Service due;
The all-prevailing Advocate,
the faithful witneſs and the true.
HYMN IV.
VVHy are ye caſt down Princel ones,
ye Royal Seed of God?
What e're's your frame, your Chriſts the ſame,
there's Hony on his Rod.
He bids you ever to rejoyce,
again, he ſays, rejoyce;
What'ere ſays Law, Sin, Satan, this
is your beloveds voice.
Why ſhould you be diſcourag'd? you,
O heirs of free rich Grace?
For goodly is your heritage,
and pleaſant is your place.
Whate're diſcouragements object,
our Chriſt can anſwer all;
His arm is ready to lift up,
when we're about to fall.
Do we draw back from God, becauſe
we're filthy and unclean?
He cloaths us with his Shining Robes,
let's on with boldneſs then.
Are we afraid his Heart is chang'd?
no; let us have no dread;
His heart runs o're with grace and love
as much as e'e it did.
Let's ſend up praiſes unto him;
let us his name extoll:
His mercy was from ever ſure,
and ſo it ever ſhall.
HYMN. V.
WHat free, rich grace, unmix'd & pure,
The Goſpel do's proclaim!
Moſes with all his various rites
could never ſpeak ſo plain.
Come Saints, come alſo Sinners, taſt
this Water, Milk, and Wine;
Wine without dregs, that of the Lees
our Lord did well refine.
Here's Pardon without wrath at all;
white Garments without ſtain;
A Conſcience Peace made ſure and ſtrong,
an eaſe that's free from pain:
A perfect conſcience Liberty,
that has no Yoak at all
For whom the Son makes free, are free,
and ought to know no thrall.
Our Jeſus ſuffered once for all,
and he obtain'd thereby,
Pardons eternal, infinite,
and perfect Liberty.
And then he entred once for all,
(not without Blood) above:
His ſprinkled Blood on th' Mercy-Seat
that ever pleads for love;
For boundleſs love, for goodneſs, Peace,
for never ceaſing grace:
God's reconcil'd within our Souls,
it cries, and cries apace.
HYMN VI.
INto what pitch of glory we,
in Jeſus mounted are!
Far above that (had Adam ſtood)
which ſhould have been our ſhare.
Faith do's diſcloſe ſuch myſteries,
as Adam ne're did ſee:
Angels now ſtoop themſelves, to pry
into this Myſterie.
In Chriſt what boundleſs grace, and love?
what Glory, Peace, and Hope?
The Fountains of the Deep break up,
and Heavens Windows ope.
What great Salvation, then is this
the Goſpel brings to light!
I…s ſo aſtoniſhing to Faith,
what will it be to ſight!
Come Saints admire, adore, ſet forth
in Songs and Hymns this grace:
Down, down with every Idol Self
that ſteps up in it's place.
Sinners, this Grace is tendred to
the vileſt of you all:
Come Sinners, come accept this grace,
the Goſpel gives a call.
Stand not for to diſpute, and dye;
free …ffered grace receive;
Such love embrace, accept ſuch grace:
O do this grace believe!
HYMN VII.
COme let's return unto the Lord,
who lov'd & waſh'd us with his blood:
Lets turn to him; becauſe he hath
declar'd to us that he is good.
O what a hateful thing is Sin
againſt a God of boundleſs grace!
That thus affronts the God of love,
and Spits in the Redeemers Face.
What Heart of ſtone would not be broke
to ſee our Jeſus pierc'd by us,
And that theſe Murtherers, our Sins
ſhould wound and tear our Saviour thus!
What Face confuſion will not ſpread?
What Soul would not it ſelf abaſe,
To ſee that Jeſus loved him
in ſuch a wretched, Sinful caſe!
He lov'd us firſt, O let us love!
let love conſtrain us to obey;
Such a good Maſter who'd not ſerve,
yea love, and honour him alway?
Come Sinners taſte the Grace of God,
that's offred freely unto you:
Come and accept of Christ, and then
all your repentance will be true.
Take Chriſt for Saviour, Life, & Strength
your ſervice then won't be in vain,
Come reſt you in the love of Chriſt,
you'l mourn then in a Goſpel ſtrain.
Glory, and Honour, laſting praiſe
be to our deareſt Jeſus given:
Let's here then praiſe his name always,
'Till ſwallow'd in that work in Heaven.
HYMN VIII.
O What a glorious light is this
the Goſpel day does bring to us!
What wondrous Grace of God in Chriſt
does Faith reveal to Sinners thus?
Both Life and Immortality
are by the Goſpel brought to light:
The fair bright day of truth appears
beyond what Moſes ſpake by rites.
How do's the God of love and grace
appear our Father and our Lord?
How does the Goſpel this declare
in Jeſus name, and in his word?
The Lord the Spirit does reveal
this truth to our dark conſciences
By pou'ring in Chriſts pard'ning blood
within, he manifeſteth this.
The Goſpel that ran free at firſt,
hath ſince been Seal'd with many Seals
But Judahs Lion hath prevail'd
to open them, and he reveals,
They ſhall be opened all at laſt:
the Lamb will now a Lion be;
O glorious Lamb and Lion too!
all praiſe and honour be to thee.
HYMN IX.
OUr Lips let's move for Songs of love,
to praiſe Electing love;
Send down to our aſſiſtance Lord
thy Spirit from above.
Eternal Grace in Jeſus Face,
that ſhines to's Bride and Wife,
That ſtill to bleſs, through righteouſneſs
Reigns to Eternal life.
In praiſes high let's magnify,
adoring bow thereto!
O Grace! Free grace! O glorious grace,
that reſcu'd us from woe.
When God reſolv'd that Grace ſhould ſave,
a Law of Life came in,
That at the breaches of this Law
grace deluge might or'e Sin:
And why muſt Sin then enter in?
that grace might overflow:
Since Mounts of Sin can't bound it in,
Grace boundleſs is we know.
Law, Death, Sin, Hell, brought to the Field,
the ſtrength of Grace to try;
Grace gives a fall unto them all,
and wins the victory.
All to atteſt and manifeſt
th… omnipotence of Grace,
And that it is unchangeable,
nothing can it efface.
Tho' we might ſee it's Sov'reignty,
Sin's ſuffered firſt alone
T'extend it's Empire far and wide
and fortify its Throne.
That as Sin reigned unto Death,
ſo Grace might weild the Sword;
And reign to Life thro' righteouſneſs,
in Jeſus Chriſt our Lord.
HYMN X.
WHen Captive Slaves to Sin and Death,
a Dying Jeſus ſet us free;
Rais'd from a Dungeon to a Throne:
O glorious Goal delivery!
That worſt of Rebels may not be
for ever ruin'd and undone,
The injur'd King to Juſtice does
deliver up his only Son.
That the offender at the Bar
might ſtand acquit, the Judg doth dye;
Condemns himſelf to Bands and Chains,
to ſet the wretch at liberty.
Aſtoniſh'd be the Heav'ns above!
confounded be the Earth below!
Here's love and grace for to amaze,
not to o're do, but overflow.
Poor Sinners come believe this grace,
come venture on't, and you ſhall be,
By reigning Grace from reigning Sin
freed in our Lord as well as we.
Accept you of our Jeſus Chriſt,
and with him you'l have all his grace:
To day he calls, to day come all
there's left for you both room and place.
Who would of Fetters then be fond,
if they this moment might be free?
O! therefore harden not your Hearts,
who now are call'd to liberty.
But now, e'n now obey the call,
that you and we might Chriſt adore;
Sound far and wide his praiſes high
to whom they'r due forever more.
HYMN XI.
OUr Father from Eternity
look'd on us in our Sin;
Then view'd a bleeding righteous Chriſt,
and we compleat in him.
He then with God the Son agreed,
th' obedience of the Son
Imputed be to the Elect;
then 'twas agreed and done.
O wondrous grace and love indeed!
that from Eternity
Should be imploy'd to make us pure
and abſolutely free!
With this imputed righteouſneſs
forever cloath'd upon,
Than Angels far accepted more
to God upon the Throne.
Which never changes with our frames,
no, nor our Holineſs:
Not ſin, nor guilt, not Death nor World,
can touch or move this dreſs.
Let's his immortal honour ſing,
who wrought this out for us;
In praiſes, yea in living praiſe,
Extol his garments thus.
HYMN XII.
SOuls muſt believe and come to Chriſt,
or dye for breach of Laws:
And yet there is no Soul can come
but whom the Father draws.
Uniting Faith's a pow'rful light
revealing Chriſt within,
And in diſcov'ring pardon, does
deſtroy the reign of Sin.
In ſhewing to the Soul, that Sin,
and ſelf are cov'red or'e;
It turns the Soul from ſelf and ſin
Our Jeſus to adore.
It is a great creating light,
gives light where there was none;
In a dark Heart it's beams diſplays,
ſoftens a Heart of Stone.
'Tis the ſame power wrought in Chriſt
when rais'd up from the Dead,
And over Principalities,
and Powers ſet him Head.
Let's look to him, and praiſe him too;
Jeſus above that hath
This power to give, the Author is
and finiſher of Faith.
HYMN XIII.
A Bleeding Jeſus teſtify'd
this with his lateſt breath,
That he had conqueſt finiſhed
o're Sin, o're Hell, or're Death.
'Tis finiſh't I O this joyful ſound
Rings through the Heavens above!
God and good Angels do rejoyce
O hear is wondrous love!
Tis finiſh't; cries our bleeding Lord,
I have receiv'd the blow
For mine; let Juſtice ſheath his Sword,
and Father, let them go.
Father, its finiſh't; I have made
full end of Sin for them;
My righteouſneſs does make them juſt,
who is't that dare condemn!
'Tis finiſh't! This through all the Earth,
to Sinners gives a call;
All things are ready, Sinners come
unto this Marriage all.
'Tis finiſh't! O how pleaſant is
to guilty Souls this ſound?
It does bind up the broken Bones,
And heals each deadly wound.
'Tis finiſh't! don't your Souls, O Saints,
leap at this pleaſant voice?
For your redemption's now compleat,
forevermore rejoyce.
O but it has a ſound of dread
to all the damn'd below!
Love, Mercy, Grace, are finiſhed
but not a drop for you.
You Dev'ls, for you I have not bled,
and Sinners you defy'd
My Blood, and have my Perſon ſcorn'd:
Now you ſhall be deny'd.
To him that waſh't us with his Blood
Eternal praiſe be given,
From all the Saints that are on Earth,
and all the Saints in Heaven.
HYMN XIV.
O Wondrous Godlike righteouſneſs!
then tinctur'd with the God head thro'
The bright perfections of a God
do over all this garment flow.
The Tongues of glorious Saints above,
and Angels voices, can't expreſs
The beauteous ſhining glory of
this Everlaſting righteouſneſs.
It is Almighty in it ſelf
and of …lmighty vertue too,
And all things both in Heaven and Earth
it can, and will, and does ſubdue.
Tis all-ſufficient, it can give,
what ere poor ſinners want, or crave;
It giveth all things to the poor,
and doth unto the utmoſt ſave.
It never changes, tho' we may;
it ſhall on Saints outſhine the Sun;
Nothing in us can alter this,
nor now, nor when our life is done.
Let us, that made are Prieſts to God,
clad in this white and ſhining dreſs,
Still ſend our ſhoutings up of praiſe,
unto the Lord our righteouſneſs.
HYMN XV.
WE black, but comely are, O Men,
black in our ſelves, comely in him,
Who is the Lord our Righteouſneſs,
pronounced clear, tho' we have ſin.
O! What a Righteouſneſs is this
that hath Jehovah for it's name!
And is our Righteouſneſs and his,
in name and ſelf the very ſame!
Our ſelves are poor, we nothing have,
and yet we all things do poſſeſs.
We only glory in the Lord,
even in the Lord our Righteouſneſs.
We in our ſelves the ſentence have
Of death, but our dear Saviour bled:
Our confidence we put in him,
who rais'd up Jeſus from the Dead.
We are pronounc'd all over clean;
the Plague of Leproſie hath done;
Our great High-Priest hath this pronounc'd
we're without guilt before the Throne.
Lord give us mighty Faith in this,
and we ſhall mighty Foes ſubdue;
Our Faith's (like Sampſ. hairs) our ſtrength
by which we Bars and Gates break thro'.
Let's Honour, Glory, Power, give,
and Hallelujah to him ſing,
Who is the Bright and Morning Star,
the awful great immortal King.
HYMN XVI.
IF greateſt Price can purchaſe peace,
Believer ben't afraid
To buy for thee his Fathers peace,
Chriſt hath the Ranſome paid.
If ſtrength and power can prevail
to Reſcue thee from Thrall;
Chear up; for thy Redeemer's ſtrong,
the Sov'reign Lord of all.
If the prevailing prayer of
a powerful Favourite,
Can for thee any grace procure,
then fear thou not thy right.
Peace, Pardon, Life, and Glory too,
are without Queſtion thine:
His Interceſſion, Death and Power,
do all for thee combine.
For Chriſt thou haſt, and thou haſt all,
and glory thou ſhalt have:
He who e're lives to intercede,
can to the utmoſt ſave.
Now thanks let's give to him that lives,
to intercede above,
And let us to his glory live,
thro' Patience, Faith, and Love.
HYMN XVII.
THE heart of Chriſt in Heaven now
is ſtor'd with grace and love,
His Bowels towards Sinners now
with ſtrong Compaſſion move.
He gives no ſlumper to his Eyes,
but ſtill employs his Care,
How to deliver his i'th' World
out of the Devils Snare.
There he doth plead, and intercede,
with his great Father too;
Thus he employs his glorious Care
to Reſcue us from Woe.
His Love and Bowels are not chang'd,
for all his glorious Crown:
Sinners, O could you ſee his Face,
O ſure twould melt you down!
His Goſpel, and his Spirit too,
unboſome him to you:
O view his grace, accept his grace,
believe his grace moſt true.
Come, you are welcome to his grace;
O caſt your ſelves therein,
This is the Fountain opened wide,
to cleanſe from filth of Sin.
Is there a hardned Sinner here,
that will this grace refuſe?
On thy own Head then be thy Blood,
ſince thou wilt Ruin chooſe.
Let us that taſted have this grace,
his Praiſes ſound on high:
Let's praiſe this grace, O glorious grace!
Reign thou Eternally.
HYMN XVIII.
CHriſt doth the Crown in Zion wear,
and all the Nations Rules,
And by his power he doth ſubdue
untam'd Rebellious Souls.
Preach'd to the World, receiv'd by Faith;
of Heaven, Earth, and Hell,
The mighty King and Sov'reign Lord,
who can his glory tell?
The Fountain; nay the Ocean,
the fulneſs of all grace:
The glory of the Father ſhines
in thy moſt lovely Face.
The Temple, which the ſplendid Train
of all the Godhead fills:
Perfections, Beauties, blaze in thee,
of everlaſting Hills.
The bright, the clear Eſſential Glaſs;
in which we may behold
Jehovah's ſhining Majeſty,
Out-dazling Pearls and Gold.
Of thee we'll ſing, Almighty King,
our glorious Solomon;
Our Jeſus, Prophet, Prince, and Prieſt,
the Father's Chriſt and Son.
O! who may dare with thee compare?
Created Beings all,
Like Dagon, 'fore the Ark of old,
before thy Feet muſt fall.
Let's Eccho forth his praiſe, who is
the Judg of Quick and Dead:
In Zion's Gates praiſe for thee waits,
our Sov'reign Lord and Head.
HYMN XIX.
CHriſt our high-prieſt, defends his Church
a Wall of Fire round about,
The Bulwark of Jeruſalem;
He like a King in her doth ſhout.
His Eyes are watchful to ſecure
his glory upon her from harms;
Our Solomon has Valiant Men
to keep his Bed from Night Alarms.
That which intitles him to all,
is the bright Garment which he wears;
And 'tis that Cov'ring that ſecures
us from our filth, and guilt, and fears.
The Godly ſtand now in that Robe,
and ſhall for ever ſtand therein;
This Garment is a Cov'ring for
our Holineſs as well as Sin.
It is the Righteouſneſs of Chriſt,
that is with him at God's Right Hand;
And 'tis in the Lord above we have
this Righteouſneſs wherein we ſtand.
This Cov'ring hath it's great defence,
for Jacob's God with Jacob is
As a ſtrong Tow'r, becauſe he ſees
no Sin in him as Cloth'd with this.
Our God and Father in his Love,
doth reſt upon his Mercy-Seat,
And thence, with us, about his Grace,
his Love, and Favour ſtoops to treat.
All thanks and praiſe be to his Name,
who dwells in his Love's reſting place;
And thence for ever doth ſhour down
on Rebels, Favour, Love, and Grace.
HYMN XX.
OUR great High-Prieſt, our perſon doth
To's Father repreſent,
In that refulgent ſplendid Robe,
that caſts forth Spice's ſcent.
He takes our Prayers, and he throws out
what's Sinful, and what's Bad:
Reformed thus he brings them in
with his own Merits Clad.
And Holineſs unto the Lord,
doth write upon them all:
We, and our Duties, ſtand in him,
and thus can never fall.
Tho' poor our Perſons; poor our Frames;
and poor our Duties too:
Yet we are rich in him; and ours
do make a ſplendid ſhow.
A Pray'r, like th' Chatt'ring of a Crane,
mixt with this Incenſe, flies
Like to the mighty Clouds above,
and pierceth thro' the Skies.
There they are entred on the File,
and Bleſſings will bring down;
They now above, and we one Day,
ſhall wear the promis'd Crown.
Glory let's bring unto our King,
and Interceſſor too;
High Praiſes to our Advocate
that dwells in Heav'n, are due.
HYMN XXI.
TO him that lov'd us of himſelf,
and dy'd to do us good,
And waſh'd us from our Scarlet Sins,
in his moſt pretious Blood.
And made us Kings and Prieſts to God,
his Father infinite,
To him Eternal Glory be,
and Everlaſting Might.
The Lamb is worthy that was ſlain,
to have all Pow'r, and Wealth,
All Honour, Glory, Wiſdom, Strength,
thanks for his ſaving health.
Thanks, Honour, Glory, Pow'r to him,
that on the Throne doth ſit,
And to the Lamb for ever and
for ever; ſo be it.
Thouſands of Thouſands of the Saints,
which ſtand before their King,
With ſhining Robes, and ſpreading Palms,
loud Hallelujahs ſing.
Aſcribe Salvation to our Lord,
who ſits upon the Throne,
And to the Lamb, the glorious Lamb,
Aſcribe Salvation.
Amen, Amen, the Angels cry,
Salvation is his due:
And we thro' all Eternity,
his Praiſes will renew.
Thanks, Glory, Bleſſing, Wiſdom, Might,
Honour and Power then,
Be to our God, and to the Lamb,
for evermore, Amen.
HYMN XXII.
O! Let us bow before the Lord,
the Lord of glory that's above,
Who Tabernacled among us:
O great effects of wondrous Love!
And thro' the Vail his bleſſed Fleſh,
let's go to God on th' Mercy Seat;
Who ſits to Commune with us thence,
As before God in him compleat.
Glory and Praiſe, let's warble forth,
to him, in an Angelick ſtrain;
To him the Lamb upon the Throne,
to him the Lamb that hath been ſlain.
He is that Temple in which God
doth lift his Train of Glory high:
All the perfections ſhine in him,
of the Eternal Diety.
How glorious is this mighty King!
How full of Majeſty this Son;
How richly clad this great High Prieſt!
how fair this welbeloved one!
He is the Altar all of Gold,
he is the Hill of Frankinſence:
Our duties all are Sanctify'd,
accepted too, as coming thence.
Coals from this Altar touch our Lips
that we may his great praiſes ſound:
O let our Tongues be ſtill employ'd
to publiſh all his acts around.
HYMN XXIII.
CHriſt in our ſins was wrap't about,
when he our Sacrifice did fall;
Sins all met upon our Lord.
He ſatisfaction made for all.
That ſo believers might be wrapt
about with his great Righteouſneſs,
To cover duty, Sin, and Self
that there appear no nakedneſs.
He broke the Pow'r, and hid the Filth,
he diſſol'vd the guilt of Sin:
The graces of Heav'n and Holineſs,
hath op't to let his Nation in.
He in his Body on the Tree
has to his God them reconcil'd;
The Father Sinners does embrace,
thro' Jeſus Chriſt his only Child.
He is the Ark and reſting place,
Where gathered Sinners are ſecure
From the great Flood of Sin and wrath,
in a retreat that is moſt ſure.
In him the Fathers goodneſs dwells;
in him the Fathers love appears,
In him we in Gods love abide
delivered from our guilt and fears.
Therefore let's celebrate his praiſe,
who is the mighty Prince of Life;
Who would eſpouſe a filthy Soul,
unto himſelf, and make his Wife.
Glory and Honour unto him;
ſing praiſe (& let no Tongue be dumb)
Unto the bleeding Lamb above;
for by his Blood we overcome.
HYMN XXIV. Sung at a Funeral.
BLeſt door of Bliſs to weary Saints,
thou art grim Death become;
Secur'd as in a Cabinet
their duſt is in the tomb.
By Death they enter to thoſe joys
prepar'd for them above,
There they are ever ſwallow'd up
in endleſs life and Love.
O! There they ſee as they are ſeen,
with clear unclouded views;
O! There they hear of nothing elſe
but joyful, glorious news.
Anthems of joys, of love, and praiſe,
And Hallelujah's ſung:
Who would be fond of this vain World
this Droſs this Dirt, this Dung?
There Saints for ever do behold
their deareſt Jeſus Face:
There always they admiring are
Eternal boundleſs grace.
They're in the Houſe not made with Hands;
in Heav'n Eternally
They dwell, and with the Rayes of Chriſt
they ſhine moſt gloriouſly.
Quite freed from labour, ſorrow, Sin,
from Cumbrance, Peril, Pain;
Then we ſhall find what e're we did
For Chriſt was not in vain.
Now Heavens work is here begun,
the work of ſinging praiſe;
The work and will of God in Chriſt,
which there will work always.
HYMN XXV.
GLory and praiſe, aſcribe always
to the Eternal King:
Ye bleſſed Saints with Heart and Voice
his glorious wonders ſing.
While Chriſt endures, ye are ſecure
ty'd with ſtrong Cov'nant bands;
Luſt never can nor Death, nor Man
pluck you from Jeſus Hands.
Your Husband, Head, your Sheppard, friend,
he who engag'd for you,
Is the Almighty and All-wiſe,
unchangeable and true.
The Covenant on God's great word,
and Oath moſt firmly ſtands:
The Father's above all, none can
pluck from the Fathers Hands.
He from Eternity Decreed,
th' Elect ſhould happy be;
Nor World, nor Fleſh, nor Mans bad heart
can alter his Decree.
O then lets praiſe, ſince Heavens joys
are in our Souls begun;
And let our praiſes like our joys,
have never never done.
HYMN. XXVI.
ANd has the high and lofty One,
that dwells in bright Eternal day,
Stoop't down t'embrace poor Clods of Earth
And dwell in tenements of Clay?
Raviſhing, condeſcending Love!
O goodneſs that's aſtoniſhing!
Who would not warble forth thy praiſe?
the wonders of thy glory ſing?
Did ever King diſſolve himſelf
to have Communion with the Poor?
Or lay his Grandeur by t'embrace,
a baſe, deformed Black-a-moor?
But the Eternal Majeſty
the Lord of glory, he did ſo:
The great Creators boundleſs love
thro' Chriſt doth to his Creatures flow:
His Creatures; nay his wretched ones,
his moſt rebellious Enemies;
Theſe his delight, his Jewels; theſe,
theſe are the Apples of his Eyes.
What ſhall we ſay? raviſh't, amaze
and where if we could ſpeak begin?
In ſilence then let us ſink down,
ſince ſuch vaſt depths we're ſwallow'd in
HYMN XXVII.
O! What a great High Prieſt have we
with garments ſhining bright!
And in whoſe garments we appear
before our God in light.
Our Prieſt doth ſit upon the Throne,
a Prophet underſtood:
Thence rules and guides, as well as ſaves
us with his God-like Blood.
Who'd not to ſuch a Scepter bow,
that's Righteouſneſs and Peace?
Who would not ſuch Obedience chooſe
that is an holy eaſe?
Our King is great Melchizadech,
and King of Salem too!
What pleaſure, Honour, glory is't
that he ſhould us ſubdue?
O! What an Officer have we;
Eternal, infinite,
Unchangeable, ſupream, moſt true,
moſt glorious, pure, and bright.
Eternal honour to our Prieſt,
Eternal thanks and praiſe:
Let's Hallelujahs warble forth,
let's ſing to him always.
HYMN XXVIII.
THe train of Heavenly glory fills
the Fleſh wherein the Godhead dwels:
The Fathers goodneſs his bleſs'd Face,
whence we receive and grace for grace
This is the Mercy Seat, and Throne,
which boundleſs Grace does ſit upon;
Eternal wiſdom does enſhrine
it's beams in him, and thence they ſhine
Hence wicked Rebels for to harm,
comes forth the thunder of Gods arm
All pow'r o're earth, or'e hell, or'e heav'n
is by the Father to him given.
The beams of inf'nite Holineſs,
do dart moſt awful thro' his Fleſh:
The Holy Jeſus doth declare,
what holineſs in the Godhead are.
He is a ſaving gracious Chriſt;
the judgment that God did intruſt
With him doth plainly manifeſt,
both to the damned and the juſt.
This great foundation that endures,
Reveals our God more true and ſure:
To ſumm up all, we hence inferr,
He is the Fathers Character.
Who would not love this lovely Son
this bright, this glorious ſhining one?
What ſtammezing Tongue can ſilent be,
Or is there an unbowing Knee?
O! Let his brightneſs be unfurl'd,
tell ye his wonders thro' the World;
Inſpired with an holy flame,
make mention of his awful name.
HYMN XXIX.
LET's not the Holy Spirit grieve,
but let's it's motions Mind:
Saints, let us ſay our Sails are fill'd
with this almighty Wind.
If vain or wicked we ſhould be
in Lip, in Life, or Heart,
Or elſe defile our ſelves with Pitch
the Spirit will depart.
If we ſhould dare Chriſts honour ſlight,
b… in duty negligent,
The Spirit will be quench't, by that,
whom Son and Father ſent.
When we his Gifts and callings ſlight,
and's meſſage do diſtruſt;
We then the Spirit do provoke,
and's motions do reſiſt.
When we don't hearken unto him
but to the Law within;
No wonder then we fetter'd are,
and feel the reign of Sin.
When we no Heart, nor Lip, nor Tongue
have for his praiſe to move;
No wonder he doth ceaſe to tell
us ſtories of Chriſt's love.
HYMN XXX.
JEhovah Jeſus, O how ſweet!
how healing and how good
Is the Almighty vertue of
his Godlike Sacred Blood!
It's the Eye-Salve that cures the mind,
it's Gileads Sovereign Balm;
Dead Souls it quickens, and it makes
a fleeting conſcience calm.
It wrath removes, God reconciles,
creates a peace within;
Altho' it daily Crucifies
in dwelling luſt and Sin.
'Tween Davids houſe and Sauls, it ſets
a conſtant fatal ſtrife:
O happy we! Altho' it grieves,
that is a ſign of life.
Oh! pretious Blood! O Sacred Flood!
that in perdition drowns
Our luſt and ſin that reign within
but us with glory Crowns.
Why will the ſinner periſh, ſince
ther's ſuch an healing Pool?
Such fountains opened in Chriſts ſide
to heal his leprous Soul?
O! Hallelujah ever be
ſung in Jehovah's praiſe,
Who ſuch Salvation wrought to us,
ſuch glory, bliſs, and joys!
HYMN XXXI.
WHat glorious Interceſſor's this
that lives for us upon the Throne!
He is arrayed with glory bright,
and long hath in that glory ſhone.
He's with the greateſt honours crown'd,
advanc'd to higheſt dignity
He's veſted with almighty pow'r,
above all powers ſet on high.
He's King of Heaven, Earth, and Hell;
all things ſubjected are to him,
Angels, and Devils, and mankind,
both good and bad, Death, Hell, & Sin.
But yet his Children's Miniſter
all this doth for their ſervice own,
He rules or'e all them for to ſerve
And ſits their Prieſt upon the Throne.
Thus he employs his powers all,
his glory, might, and Majeſty,
His favour, and his intereſt,
to ſerve his Childrens liberty.
This he doth manage every hour,
and every Moment, now above,
Ev'n our Salvation, ſafety, peace,
and is not this amazing love!
All honour, glory, thanks, and praiſe,
be to this Interceſſor given;
Who for the ſervice of our Faith
ſits now enthron'd on high in Heav'n.
HYMN XXXII.
COme let's find out our curſed ſin;
and therefore let us go
Unto a Crucified Chriſt,
and there we ſin ſhall know.
Let's humbled be and mourn for ſin;
therefore let's go and view
Our Jeſus whom our ſins did pierce
then ſhall our grief be true.
So let us loath Sin and our ſelves,
our God is pacify'd;
And his love defug'd over Mounts,
then when our Jeſus dy'd.
To God let's make acknowledgment
for ſin with ſhame of Face:
Our Father ſaw us a far of,
and ran to our embrace.
Repentance is a beauteous Tree
On Faith its Roots doth grow;
It's watred, and is juc't by Love,
which love from Faith doth flow.
Sinners, you muſt repent or dye;
and would you then repent,
O! Come to Jeſus he will give
your godly ſorrow vent.
O! Come to him, and do not ſtay
for mourning firſt, or eaſe;
For change of life, or broken Heart,
for he will give all theſe.
Come you with us, and honour him;
let's honour his free grace,
Let that be magnify'd alone
and that alone embrace.
HYMN XXXIII.
O God in goodneſs infinite,
thou art moſt ready to forgive,
Who from thy Boſom ſent'ſt thy Son,
to dye for us, that we might live.
Come grieved conſciences, come taſt
This heavenly chear, ſo choice, ſo good;
Get into Jeſus wounded ſides,
drink in the vertue of his Blood.
Your Smart ſhall turn'd be into joy
your Sin ſhall dye, your grief ſhall ceaſe:
This ſhed Blood in thy Heart ſhall ſhed
the love of Jeſus and his peace.
Thou ſhalt ſee God thy Father is,
that he hath choſe thee afore time;
That all thy Sins forgotten are,
that Chriſt in covenant is thine.
Come all ye Saints, and praiſe the Lord,
who hath done ſuch great things for you;
Admire, adore his goodneſs all,
which is as boundleſs as tis true.
HYMN XXXIV.
THro' ev'ry grace and duty too,
Faith doth it ſelf diffuſe;
For Holineſs in Heart and Life
is Faith put out to uſe.
Faith is the Root and Tree, from which
all other Branches ſlide,
And every grace o'th' Spirit is
(but faith) diverſify'd.
Love's faith embracing: Hope is faith
that looks for what's to come:
Patience is faith expecting; Zeal
is faith upon the run:
And ſelf-denial is a grace
that empties us of all
That ſelf abhors, and comes to Chriſt
according to his call.
Each duty muſt be done in Faith;
Faith throughout all muſt run:
The Devil, Sin, the World and all
'tis Faith muſt overcome.
Now to the purchaſer of Faith,
and giver of it too,
Be honour, glory, thanks, and praiſe,
as it's moſt meet and due.
HYMN XXXV.
LOve ye your lovely Lord, ye Saints,
who's altogether fair:
Created beauties are but ſhades
if they with him compare.
Stir and awake your Souls to Love,
your Jeſus to embrace:
With wonders all his Glory view,
that's full of truth and grace.
His bleſt example imitate,
and learn of him who's meek,
His lowly humble ſteps tread in,
his Face and favour ſeek.
Give honour to King Jeſus, Saints,
give honour to his name;
The Fathers honour doth require,
the Son ſhould have the ſame.
His Father hath transfer'd on him
his glory, judgment, fame;
He hath advanc'd him very high:
O! Magnifie his name!
Therefore all honour unto him,
and praiſes are moſt due:
The Almighty, wiſe, Eternal King,
the Holy, Juſt, and true.
HYMN XXXVI.
GOd of all grace, let's ſee thy Face,
being freed from law and Sin:
Theſe did enſlave; by grace we have
a freedom now within.
The Law ſhan't riſe to tyrannize,
our glory to deface,
It ſhall no more on us have Pow'r,
for we are under grace.
O purge our Souls, and do thou roul
away our ſin and fear:
Chriſts Blood ith heart will eaſe ſin's ſmart,
and ſeal a pardon there.
Jehovah Lord, th' Eternal word,
thou brighteſt Majeſty
Array'd with bright and dazeling light,
thou ſit…ſt enthron'd on high.
Thy Saints now throw their Crowns below
thy awful throne and Feet,
And proſtrate fall to worſhip all;
for 'tis moſt juſt and meet.
Thy glorious light, Majeſtick Might,
thou doſt with dread reveal:
Thy gracious ear bow down to pray'r
thou doſt diſeaſes heal.
And thou doſt thus walk among us,
diſplaying pow'r and love;
The Goſpel Charm (thy ſtretched Arm)
doth on theſe Waters move.
Thou worthy art from Lip and Heart,
all Thanks and Praiſe to have;
All Glory, Power, (every Hour,)
and Honour to receive.
O! let us all thy Name extoll,
thy glorious Fame let's raiſe!
Let Heavens ſing, let Earth forth bring,
and Seas roar out thy praiſe.
Ye Saints that wait at Zion's Gate,
ſing praiſe to Zion's King,
Hoſannahs! Hallelujahs all!
ſtill Hallelujahs ſing!
HYMN XXXVII.
BElieve, O Soul, and thou ſhalt ſee
Heav'ns Dew on thee diſtill;
Mount up thy Faith, and thou ſhalt ſee
a greater Glory ſtill.
Let not thy Unbelief obſtruct
Chriſts growing Int'reſt now;
Only believe, that all unto
his mighty Name might bow.
Upon the Wing of Acts of Faith,
do thou exalt his Name:
Believe his Glory's ſhining bright,
his Perſon is the ſame.
Believe the World down at his Feet,
and Zion glorious made:
We may believe that firmly, which
the God of truth hath ſaid.
Believe all Sickneſs ſhall be heal'd;
O Blind, and ye ſhall ſee,
Believe, O Deaf, and ye ſhall hear;
O Lame, and ye ſhall flee.
Open the Eye of Faith, O Soul,
behold thy glorious Chriſt;
Who altogether lovely is,
as Prophet, King, and Prieſt.
Look Sinners unto Jeſus, look
with an unveiled Face,
And you ſhall ſee our Lord for you
fill'd full of Truth and Grace.
Glory and Honour to our Lord!
let's Honour him by Faith;
Let's without wavering believe,
what e're our Jeſus ſaith.
HYMN XXXVIII.
LOok unto Jeſus, Sinners look,
if you'd Salvation have;
Who's God the Saviour, and none elſe;
it's only he can ſave.
His Righteouſneſs more bright is far
than Angels Holineſs:
Our beſt of Doings are but Rags;
a poor and tatter'd Dreſs.
Chriſt is our Righteouſneſs and Strength,
him Rock and Fortreſs call;
Chriſt our Redemption, Wiſdom, Peace;
Chriſt is our all in all.
Our mighty King, and Captain too,
his Armies are abroad:
Be ſtill, O Zion; who leads forth
their Armies, is thy God.
Sing Hallelujah unto him:
his Sword is on his Thigh:
To him be Honour and Renown,
and brighteſt Majeſty.
HYMN XXXIX.
SIng Hallelujah! Zion ſing,
ſing your Gods praiſe in laſting verſe:
You who Redeem'd are by his Blood,
in Zion now his Acts rehearſe.
When you were diſtant from the Lord,
as wide as Heav'n from Hell doth lie;
He then your Sacrifice became,
and by his Blood he brought you nigh.
The Sword of Vengeance due to you,
he in his bleeding ſides receiv'd:
You for eternal Slaughter bound,
(By dying in your ſtead,) reliev'd.
When that Gods wrath burn'd down to hell
he ſatisfi'd: the Father ſmil'd:
His Death the Enmity deſtroy'd,
God and the Sinner reconcil'd!
Jehovah and his Rebels may
in a Chriſt Crucified meet:
O! let us then throw down our all
at an Almighty Saviours Feet.
God is come down into the Camp,
O let the Camp of God be pure;
That it the burning preſence of
the Lord of Hoſts may now endure.
Praiſe waits for thee in Zion, Lord,
in Judah thy great Name is known;
There thou the Gyant Unbelief,
and Hoſts of Sin, haſt overthrown.
HYMN XL.
WHat fulneſs of rich glorious Grace,
in Chriſt is to be found!
Look to him Soul; thou ſhalt be heal'd
of ev'ry Deadly Wound.
The Father, Son, and Holy Ghoſt,
dwell in him Bodily:
In Jeſus Face the Glory ſhines
of all the Diety.
Believing views of Grace in Chriſt,
ſet weary Souls at reſt;
Set free the Captives, and relieve
the Troubled and Oppreſt.
Make ſtrong the Weak, cheriſh the Faint.
make glad the Mourning Heart,
Souls Thirſt abate, and Hunger break,
eaſes each deadly ſmart.
Souls Life create, Sins pow'r deſtroys,
Lip, Life, and Soul refine;
They poiſon Sin, by pou…ring in
the Goſpels Cordial Wine.
View not the Grace in your own Hearts,
that cann't it ſelf uphold:
Seek ye a riſen Chriſt above
the try'd approved Gold.
We view our ſin that is within,
and our inherent Grace;
And ſin the more, yea grow more poor:
let's look to Jeſus Face.
Hail Mighty One, Eternal Son,
the Glaſs wherein we view
The Fathers ſhining brightneſs, and
his glorious Perſon too.
All hail to thee, exalted Prince,
our Husband, Brother, Friend;
To thee all Honour, Glory, Praiſe,
be Ages without end.
HYMN XLI.
TH' Almighty ſmil'd upon his Son,
When he our peace became:
Gods Wrath doth ceaſe, a laſting peace
is made 'tween God and Man.
O! what are we? Eternity
ſhould chuſe us when undone;
In its great thoughts we then had room,
elſe we to Hell had gone.
Electing Love, how didſt thou move
to us in our diſtreſs?
No Banks can bound, no Line can ſound
thee, Ocean bottomleſs.
Our Mounts of Sin can't bound thee in,
nor hinder thy proceed:
Like Jordan, thou didſt overflow
its mighty Banks with ſpeed.
Thus Heav'n ſhall be Eternally,
the Saints Inheritance;
With Glories Crown'd, for ever drown'd
in Joys Eternal Trance.
Then let us, Lord, with one accord,
Thy Praiſes Celebrate:
Praiſe doth for thee, O glorious Three,
in thy Mount Zion wait.
Let them that be now ſav'd by thee,
in Soul and Body too,
To thee repair, God hearing Pray'r
with higheſt Praiſes now.
HYMN XLII.
WHat mighty Weight of Glory, Lord
in Heav'n for Saints prepared is!
Rivers of Pleaſure, endleſs Joys,
what boundleſs Ocean of Bliſs!
No Sin nor Sorrow enters there,
all Tears from Eyes are wip'd away:
No Shade of Darkneſs, or of Night,
But all a bright Eternal Day.
There we ſhall ſee as we are ſeen,
appearing in Chriſt's Glory too;
Arrayed with his moſt ſhining Robes,
his Face we ſhall for ever view!
Poor Chriſtleſs Souls, what will you do?
you have no Lot nor Portion here:
Our pained Bowels yearn for you;
O! come and learn our Lord to fear.
Come joyn with us in Covenant,
perpetually to ſerve the Lord,
And you ſhall ſee your ſelves in him,
diſcharg…d according to his Word.
Once we were dead in Sin, as you,
but now we are alive in Chriſt:
Come you, take him as we have done,
our glorious Prophet, King and Prieſt.
We that redeem'd are by his Blood,
from Nations, Kindreds, Blood and Tongues
Let us in Zion Praiſes give
and magnify his Name with Songs.
HYMN XLIII.
CHriſt is the ſame as e're he was;
as full of Truth and Grace:
There's the ſame Pity as e're was
in his exalted Face.
As full of Love as when at firſt
he undertook for us:
He is a God that changeth not,
but is for ever thus.
As full of pity to poor Souls
as when he on the Tree
Did hang, thy bleeding Sacrifice,
and Vengeance bore for thee.
Sinners he is as able (now
yea, and as willing too)
To ſave you, as when he at firſt
did Grace proclaim to you.
Come therefore on his Bowels rowl,
behold they yearn for you;
His Pity and his Mercy be
as boundleſs as they're true.
Give Honour to King Jeſus, Saints
honour his Grace and Truth:
This glorious he, a green Fir Tree,
has ſtill the Dew of Youth.
HYMN XLIV.
MAke good thy Word, O mighty Lord,
to thy beloved Son:
Take to his Throne thy holy One,
our glorious Solomon,
We ſigh to ſee how all things be
ev'n in Emmanuel's Land:
The wicked mad, the righteous ſad,
whilſt thou with-holdſt thy Hand.
This Morning Star ſeems very far,
this budding branch to dye;
This King ſo crown'd to be dethron'd,
this Captain ſeems to fly.
His purchas'd Crown ſeems tumbling down
this Lion ſeeks no prey,
Confus'dly hurl'd is this mad World:
ſweet Jeſus haſte away.
Ariſe, O Sun, with Glory run,
to perfect noon break forth:
Make Nations bright, and with thy Light
O! cover all the Earth.
Great God of Love, ſend from above
thy new Jeruſalem:
On Jeſus Head, cauſe thou to ſpread
his ſparkling Diadem.
Hoſanna's! Hallelujahs ring!
our Jeſus comes apace:
Bow ev'ry Knee; all Hell ſhall flee
from th' Terror of his Face.
Flow mighty Hills like Rivers ſwift,
and Mountains flee a way;
A Lamb you'l ſee a Lion be
that riſeth to the Prey.
With Glory and exceeding Pow'r
He on the Clouds doth fit;
The Clouds we ſee, ſo black that be
t… duſt are of his Feet.
HYMN XLV.
LOrd, when thou from eternity
didſt ſee us float in Sins Abyſs,
We floated then in thy good will:
O! was there ever Love like this!
When vile and filthy, thou to us
didſt thine eternal Grace encline;
When we moſt hateful were, didſt love:
O! was there ever Love like thine!
thou took'ſt us, tho' thou didſt foreſee
what odious Rebels we would prove,
Malicious, froward, obſtinate:
O! was there ever ſuch a Love!
Muſt the Eternal ſwear to us,
through Faith we ſhould not glory miſs!
Muſt Jeſus Death this ratify!
O! was there ever Love like this!
Muſt God engage by Word and Oath
to make us with his Grace to ſhine,
And give us Heaven at the laſt!
O! was there ever Love like thine!
O what is Heaven! who can tell?
who can conceive that boundleſs Bliſs?
'Tis with Chriſt's Glory to be dreſt:
O! was there ever Love like this!
Lord, be'ng amazed with thy Love,
we do our admiration raiſe;
With boundleſs Love aſtoniſh'd thus
in our amazements ſpeak thy praiſe!
O Hallelujah, Glory, Pow'r,
Thankſgiving, Might and Majeſty,
Be now and ever, Lord by us,
and by all thine aſcrib'd to thee.
HYMN XLVI. (On ſome Verſes in Iſaiah LIII.)
Our Jeſus pour'd his Soul to Death,
& with the Wicked made his grave:
The Father pleas'd to cruſh him thus,
that he thereby might Sinners ſave.
Therefore he ſhall prolong his Days,
until the Day of Judgment's o're;
Then ſhall he ſee his num'rous Seed
his travelling Soul unto him bore.
In that great Hoſt he ſhall rejoyce;
and to his Father with delight
Preſent them there, for to remain
in his and in his Father's Sight.
For he acquitted them from Death,
and thereore made them to believe
This was his right to do, becauſe
he dy'd for them that they might live.
Becauſe he weighty Vengeance bore,
the Father will devide to him
A Portion with the great and ſtrong,
and he ſhall ſpoil Death, Hell and Sin.
Bleſt be Jehovah, among us,
a Spoil is given him with the ſtrong;
With Joy we witneſs that our Lord
hath had a Portion in this Throng.
We hope his greateſt Lots behind,
his Death and Sufferings for him plead:
he that did for poor Sinners dye,
now ever lives to intercede.
HYMN XLVII. A Hymn ſung at Mr. B—'s Funeral Sermon: 1 Cor. 15.
BLeſt are the Dead that dye in Chriſt,
they triumph over Death:
In falling they do conquer, and
live in their lateſt Breath.
How in the Cahriot of free Grace
the ſav'd one triumph does!
And when Death ſtrikes him to the Heart,
o're Death he triumphs thus.
O …rmed Juſtice, what ſayſt thou?
death hath no Sting from thee:
Thou art become my beſt of Friends,
whom Jeſus hath ſet free.
O Law of God! where are thy Swords
of threats and ſore Deamnds?
My Jeſus, Death hath wreſted them
out of Death's cruel Hands.
O Sin! the bitter Sting of Death,
both in its filth and guilt:
My Jeſus now deſtroy'd them quite
by th' Blood that he hath ſpilt.
Thou cruel Executioner!
vile Satan! what ſayſt thou?
I ſcorn thy Arts, Threats and Aſſaults;
thou canſt not reach me now.
Thou Conſcience that didſt uſe to ſmart,
thou now art fully eas'd,
The Storm that troubled thee, now is
eternlaly appeas'd.
But oh! poor Sinners what will you
do, when Death comes to give
The Blow that ſends you down to Hell
without the leaft reprieve?
Death's to the good an end of Woe,
but doth your woe begin:
Heav'ns Gate to them, but Hell's to you
that live and dye in Sin.
HYMN XLVIII. (On the Second Sermon.)
THo' the dead Bodies of the Saints
thou doſt devouring Grave deſtory,
Yet in the laſt Day they ſhall riſe:
then Grave where is thy Victory?
When Sea and Grave muſt them reſign,
and all their Priſons open fly,
To let the Dead in Chriſt riſe firſt:
then Grave where is thy Victory?
Corrupted, droſſy Duſt and Clay,
when firſt they fall the Tombs them have;
Thence incorruptible they'l riſe,
then where's thy Victory O Grave?
Thou doſt prepare their Duſt to riſe,
moſt glorious Bodies bright and free:
O Grave is this the worſt thou doeſt?
then Grave where is thy Victory?
Thou great Alembic doſt diſtil
frail mortal Bodies, that they be
Immortal, glorious, ſpiritual:
then Grave where is thy Victory?
True, thou depriveſt and deprav'ſt,
by rotting Sinners Carcaſes:
For future Woes and Plagues, we grant
thou haſt a Conqueſt over theſe.
HYMN XLIX. (A Paraphraſe on Pſalm 113.)
LO what a pleaſant lovely Sight,
how full of raviſhing Delight,
Is it, that Children ſhould agree,
That are of the ſame Family!
'Tis like the conſecrated Oyl,
Rich, precious of a fragrant Smell,
that was divinely pour'd and ſhed
on the High Prieſt's devoted Head.
That Smelling ſweetly did o're flow
His Garment and his Members too;
O're ev'ry Member it did ſtream,
and it perfumed every Hem.
Thus the Communion of the Saints
Perfumes the Body 'n all its Joynts;
ſupples & heals, and ſmooths each part,
and eaſes ev'ry deadly Smart.
'Tis like the Dew on Hermon's top,
That gave a fruitful ſmiling Drop;
and like the D…w on Zion's Hill,
that made it green and graſſy ſtill.
In Zion Bleſſing's to be had,
Our Hearts rejoyce there, and are glad;
there glorious Riches are in ſtore,
there's giv'n out Life for evermore.
HYMN L.
O Grace! recover'd Sinners ſhould
than Adam happier be;
Than Adam in his beſt Eſtate,
more glorious and more free.
Faith views, obeys, loves and enjoys
in Chriſt, the God of Grace,
Beyond what perfect Reaſon could,
when with its cleareſt Face.
Eternal Sovereign, reigning Grace
does elect Sinners lead
Thro' various Rooms, the Courts of Bliſs
and Glory for to tread.
Firſt in eſtate of Happineſs,
in upright Adam bleſt,
Fill'd with a perfect natural Bliſs;
but that is not their Reſt.
Down tumble thence to Sin's Abiſs,
as low as Death and Hell;
That Grace in raiſing them from thence
might boundleſs Worth reveal.
Rais'd unto Faith i'th' Wilderneſs,
Faith weak, imperfect, faint,
Mixt with Law, Guilt and Unbelief,
with Doubting and Complaint.
Then to the Canaan of Faith here,
they paſs unto their reſt,
Beginning i'th' New Jeruſalem,
whence Tears and Griefs have ceas'd.
And having judg'd the World with Chriſt,
to Glory have a Call;
With Chriſt then ſwallow'd up in God,
and God be all in all.
Glory and Praiſe in Chriſt our Head,
be given unto him,
Who Love eternal this ordain'd
to us when ſunk in Sin.
HYMN LI.
ELecting Grace by Juſtice ſtopt
could not find out a Paſſage free,
'Till the Redeemer ſtept between,
and that too from Eternity.
The Curtains of Election ſtopt
finds vent in Jeſus wounded Sides;
The boundleſs Sea of God-like Love
o'reflow'd in thoſe bleſt purple Tides.
Grace through the Righteouſneſs of Chriſt
muſt Channels find, e're the Decree
Of God's electing inf'nite Love,
could perfect and compleated be.
Conſcience can ne're be truly eas'd,
until Attonement it believes;
Nothing can cure its Wounds, but what
to Juſtice Satisfaction gives.
The Conſcience from dead Works alone,
the Blood of Chriſt muſt pacify;
The precious Blood oth' Lamb of God
from guilt and filth muſt ſet us free.
Hoſanna! to the God of Grace,
Hoſanna! to the God of Love,
That thro' his wounded pierced Son
proclaim'd ſuch Tydings from above.
HYMN LII.
THe Goſpel does declare
Electing Grace alone,
That's hid in Chriſt our great High Prieſt
that ſits upon the Throne.
Our Chriſt hath dearly bought
this Grace, and yet 'tis free:
What ever it our Jeſus coſt
'tis free for thee and me.
Electing Love does you,
O choſen ones, embrace:
Whilſt millions fall on th' right and left,
ye ſaved are by Grace.
What Grace is this indeed?
that vileſt, pooreſt we,
The moſt polluted Rebels, ſunk
in deepeſt Miſery,
Should to this high degree
of Honour choſen be,
Veſſels of Mercy, to be fill'd
with Love eternally.
Whilſt Sinners more refin'd,
more wiſe, rich, mighty all,
That might have hon'red Jeſus more,
are left to ſink i'th fall.
What Grace diſtinguiſhing
to me and thee is this!
That have found out that Pearl of Price
which thouſands others miſs.
That we ſhould choſen be,
who might have been as well
Of that forelorn and wretched Troop
that ſhould have march'd to Hell.
When we Salvation view
in its Foundation Stone,
We're made to cry together grace!
yea grace! free grace alone!
HYMN LIII. (A HYMN ſung on a Day of Thankſgiving, ſet apart by a Church of Chriſt, to celebrate and praiſe the Lord for his late Favours and Mercies unto them.)
EXalted Praiſe in Zion waits,
for him that loves his Zion's Gates;
His Church he values far more than
the Dwellings of Jeruſalem.
There he takes up his reſting place;
there he beſtows his glorious Grace:
There Life and Bleſſings he commands,
and there array'd with Glory ſtands.
There he his Name and Glory plac'd,
his Footſtool hath with Honour grac'd:
And there his mighty Horns do ſpread,
and's Crown doth flouriſh on his Head.
His Houſe we are, if we hold faſt,
our confidence unto the laſt,
And firm rejoycing to the end;
whence ſtill his Bleſſings down he'l ſend.
It pleas'd our Lord and Maſter thus,
to give the Kingdom unto us,
Who are but low and in diſtreſs,
while ſhining in his Comlineſs.
When in the trying Seaſon, we
did from his Cauſe and Banner flee:
And many did with Idols join,
yet thou took'ſt Pity upon thine.
Though great's the Blow that did remove
thy Servant, whom our Souls did love:
And with fine Wheat had fed us Years,
that we were ſunk in grief of Fears.
Yet though the Ship was toſt in Storms,
our ſleeping Lord ſecur'd from harm's
And did a gracious Meſſage ſend,
that we our evil ways amend. Mr. H.
Then bone to bone did come again,
through all the Viſionary Plain:
The ſcattered Members did agree
to dwell again in Ʋnity.
Oh! boundleſs Grace that did us know,
when we were ſcattered, poor and low:
His Mercy doth for e're endure:
Oh; Love eternal, boundleſs, ſure!
Another Prophet came again. Mr. S.
with Propheſies a Second time;
We ſhould return and build God's Houſe,
and he anew would us eſpouſe.
The Spirit of our Jeſus came
with that bleſt Word, and did enflame
Our Hearts with Zeal and holy Truſt,
and made us favour Zion's duſt.
We roſe to build, and Chriſt roſe too;
his Goodneſs before us did flow;
His Glory did deſcend upon
our Tabernacle, and their ſhone.
To Zion then were great reſorts;
and many flockt unto her Courts:
The golden Gate ſtood always ope,
then Achors Vally, a door of Hope.
Oh! boundleſs grace that did us know,
when we were ſcatter'd, poor and low;
His Mercy doth for e're endure:
Oh! love eternal, boundleſs ſure!
But then a ſudden Cloud aroſe,
'tween Chriſt and us did interpoſe:
A night comes on, a dawning day:
our Glory ſoon was ſnach't away.
Our Gold grew on a ſudden dim:
our Crown of Glory fell by ſin.
Our ſweet to Gall and Wormwood turn'd,
and Zion's ſolemn Meetings mourned.
Her Paths for the moſt part untrod,
deſerted by an angry God:
Her Builders fail; the Work doth ceaſe,
they ſliding were to ſinful eaſe.
The forwardeſt began to ſhrink,
the bearers of the Burdens ſink:
We ſpent our Months for to complain:
but then our Lord return'd again.
Oh boundleſs grace that did us know,
when we were ſcatter'd, poor and low!
His mercy doth for e're endure:
Oh! love eternal, boundleſs, ſure!
Then our beloved came a pace
into his Garden with his grace,
Upon his Bride again to ſhine;
and brings his Hony, Myrrh and Wine.
He joyful Meſſages doth bring,
makes us of Love and Mercy ſing:
Then various Sinners, a great Train
are to this Zion born again.
Now Light and Life with Zion's King
come to her, Songs anew they ſing:
And Zion's Gates are ope again,
unto her Flock a numerous train.
Her Converts very bright and fair;
her Stones the beauteous Saphires are:
The Lord, their Fellows them above,
hath 'ointed them with Joy and Love.
The Lord doth for our quiet care;
his Arm too, for us is made bare:
Though to this day we do provoke,
we murmur and we tempt this ſtroak.
Yet in this Iſrael he don't ſee.
perverſneſs or iniquity;
Clad in the Righteouſneſs of Chriſt,
our merciful and great High Prieſt.
We further glory ſhall behold,
he'll for our Silver give us Gold:
We yet ſhall greater things receive,
if we hold on, and do believe.
Becauſe of all this mighty Grace,
at this high Throne and reſting place,
We meet to offer up this day,
the Sacrifice of Thanks and Praiſe.
To him the God of Grace and Love,
that ſits upon the Throne above;
That lives forever, evermore,
we proſtrate fall now to adore.
Worthy's the Lamb upon the Throne.
that once was ſlain, that once did moan;
All Power, Riches, Strength, to have,
all Honour, Glory, to receive.
O boundleſs Grace that did us know,
when we were ſcatt'red poor and low!
His Mercy doth for er'e endure;
O love eternal, boundleſs, ſure!
HYMN LIV.
LEt's ſing the praiſes of the Lamb
whoſe Blood has made us bright,
And whoſe Obedience to the Law
has made us Perfect white;
Yea, we in him more righteous are,
then Adam er'e could be:
With an obedience God-like, he
O bey'd for thee and mee.
The Law is fully ſatisfi'd,
the Law is honoured too;
Not a meer Man, God-Man obey'd,
and that was more than due.
The Law of works cannot condemn,
nor ought of us demand;
We gave full ſatisfaction to't
thro' our Mediators hand.
We righteous are in a Law-ſenſe,
and therefore juſtifi'd:
Our Jeſus riſen now doth plead,
that once obey'd and dy'd.