Partake the triumphs of the fky,
And, holy, holy, holy, cry!

2 With all thy heav'nly hofts, with all
Thy bleffed faints, we then fhall fall;
And fing in extacy unknown,

And praise thee on thy dazzling throne. 3 Honour, and majefty, and pow'r, And thanks and bleffings evermore; Who doft through endlefs ages live, Thou, Lord, art worthy to receive. For thou haft bid the creatures be, And still fubfift to pleasure thee; From thee they came, to thee they tend, Their gracious fource, their glorious end!

HYMN VIII. The Propitiation.

THY anger, for what I have done,
The gofpel forbids me to fear :
My fins thou haft charg'd on thy Son;
Thy justice to him Ĭ refer :
Be mindful of Jesus and me!
My pardon he fuffer'd to buy;
And what he procur'd on the tree,
For me he demands in the fky.

HYMN IX. Affurance of Faith.

1 A DEBTOR to mercy alone,
Of covenant mercy I fing;
Nor fear with thy righteousness on,
My perfon and off'rings to bring:
The terrors of law, and of God,

With me can have nothing to do;
My Saviour's obedience and blood,
Hide all my tranfgreffions from view.
2 The work which his goodnefs began,
The arm of his ftrength will complete;
His promife is Yea, and Amen,
And never was forfeited yet :

Things future, nor things that are now,
Not all things below nor above,
Can make him his purpofe forego,

Or fever my foul from his love.

3 My name from the palms of his hands,
Eternity will not erafe:

Impreft on his heart it remains,
In marks of indelible grace;
Yes, I to the end fhall endure,
As fure as the earnest is giv'n;
More happy but not more fecure,
The glorified fpirits in heav'n."

HYMN X. To the Bleed Spirit.

1 HOLY Ghoft, difpel our sadness,
Pierce the clouds of finful night,
Come thou fource of sweetest gladnefs,
Breathe thy life, and fpread thy light!
Loving Spirit, God of
peace,
Great diftributor of grace,

Reft upon this congregation,
Hear, O hear our fupplication.

2 From that height which knows no measure,
As a gracious fhow'r defcend;
Bringing down the richest treasure,
Man can wish, or God can fend;
O thou glory, fhining down
From the Father and the Son,
Grant us thy illumination!
Reft upon this congregation.
3 Come, thou best of all donations,
God can give, or we implore;
Having thy fweet confolations,
We need with for nothing more:
Come with unction and with pow'r;
On our fouls thy graces thow'r;
Author of the new creation,
Make our hearts thy habitation.

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4 Known to thee are all receffes
Of the earth, and fpreading fkies;
Every fand the fhore poffeffes,

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Thy omnifcient mind defcries:
Holy fountain, wash us clean;
Both from error, and from fin!
Let us fly what thou refusest,
And delight in what thou chufeft.
Manifeft thy love forever,

Fence us in on every fide;

In diftrefs be our reliever;

Guard, and teach, fupport, and guide: Let thy kind, effectual grace, Turn our feet from evil ways; Shew thyself our new creator, And conform us to thy nature. 6 Be our friend on each occafion; God, omnipotent to fave! When we die, be our falvation; When we're buried, be our grave: And, when from the grave we rise, Take us up above the skies; Seat us with thy faints in glory, There forever to adore thee.

HYMN XI. Divine Breathings.

I I GROAN from fin to be fet free,
From felf to be releas'd;

O take me, take me unto thee,
My everlasting reft!

2 Come, O my Saviour, come away!
Into my foul defcend:

No longer from thy creature stay;
My author, and my end!

3 The blifs thou haft for me prepar'd,
No longer be delay'd:

Come my exceeding great reward,
For whom I firft was made.

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Thou all our works in us haft wrought,
Our good is all divine;

The praise of ev'ry virtuous thought
And righteous work is thine."
5 'Tis not of him that wills or runs,
That labours or defires;
In answer to my Saviour's groans,
Thy love my breast infpires.

6 The meritorious caufe I fee,
That precious blood divine,
And I, fince Jesus dy'd for me,
Shall live forever thine.

HYMN XII. Pfalm cxlvii. 1.

'TIS pleasant to fing,

The fweet praife of our King,

As here in the valley we move: 'Twill be pleasanter still,

When we ftand on the hill,

And give thanks to our Saviour above.

HYMN XIII. Hebrews x. 19th verfe.

We have Boldness to enter into the Holieft by the Blood of Fejus.

1 O PRECIOUS blood, O glorious death,
By which the finner lives!

When ftung with fin, this blood we view,
And all our joy revives.

2 We flourish as the water'd herb,
Who keep this blood in fight,
The blood that chafes our diftrefs,
And makes our garments white,

3 The blood that purchas'd our release,
And washes out our ftains,

We challenge earth and hell to fhew,
A fin it cannot cleanfe.

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Our scarlet crimes are made as wool,

And we brought nigh to God:
Thanks to that wrath appeafing death;
That heav'n procuring blood.

5 The blood that makes his glorious Church
From ev'ry blemish free;
And, O the riches of his love!
He pour'd it out for me.

6 Guilty and worthless as.I am,
It all for me was giv'n;

And boldness, thro' his blood, I have,
To enter into heav'n.

7 Thither, in my great furety's right,
I furely fhall be brought!
He could not agonize in vain,

Nor fpend his ftrength for nought.
8 He wills that I and all his fheep,
Should reign with him in blifs;
And pow'r he has to execute,
Whate'er his will decrees.

9 The Father's everlasting love,
And Jefus' precious blood,

Shall be our endless themes of praise;
In yonder bleft abode.

10 In patience let us then poffefs,
Our fouls, 'till he appear:

Our head already is in heav'n,
And we shall foon be there.

HYMN XIV. A propitious Gale longed for. 1 AT anchor laid, remote from home, Toiling I cry, fweet fpirit come, Celestial breeze, no longer stay, But fwell my fails, and speed my way. 2 Fain would I mount, fain would I glow, And loose my cable from below;

But I can only fpread my fail,

Thou, thou must breathe th' aufpicious gale.

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