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Spiritual Melody

Containing near Three Hundred Sacred Hymns. By Benjamin Keach
  
  

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PART VIII. SACRED HYMNS of Praise, on several Occasions: As they have been sung in several Congregations.
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VIII. PART VIII. SACRED HYMNS of Praise, on several Occasions: As they have been sung in several Congregations.

HYMN 147. Sin laid upon Christ.

Lo, Christ hath suffer'd for us all
When Enemies we were,
Therefore we will thy Name extoll,
Whose love did thus appear;
For we like Sheep have gone astray,
And ready were to fall;
And God hath lain the load on thee,
To give rest to us all.
Thy precious Praises therefore, Lord,
Sincerely let us sing,
And laud thy Name with one accord,
O God and heavenly King;
For all thy loving-kindness, Lord,
And for thy truth divine;
For thou hast made thy holy Word
O're all thy Name to shine.
Help us to praise thee, and to live
Wholly alone to thee,

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And not forget from whence doth come
Our present liberty.
O shine upon thy Church always,
And bless our joynt-endeavour;
And prosper thou our handy-work
Now and the same for ever.

HYMN 148.
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To be sung after the Lord's Supper.

The good Physician.

Thy love, O Lord, was very great
To such vile ones as we;
Our hearts were once dead as a stone,
But now they quickned be.
Slight Balm may heal a slighter sore,
But there's no Med'cine good
Which can to life our Souls restore,
But the Physician's Blood.
Lord Jesus when we thee espy,
Though life is almost gone,
We see by Faith we shall not die,
All praise to thee alone
Who hast pour'd in sweet Oyl and Wine
To heal each wounded heart;
O thou wilt heal all Souls of thine,
Who for their sakes didst smart.
We therefore will unto thee sing,
And thee always adore;
To him from whom all Blessings spring
Be praise for evermore.

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HYMN 149.

A Hymn of Praise after the Lord's Supper.

The Banqueting-House.

Halleluja let us sing aloud,
Salvation, Glory, Fame,
Be given to the Lord our God,
O glorifie his Name,
Who loved us, and sent his Son
For our eternal good,
To wash away our scarlet sins
In his most precious Blood.
Into the House of Banqueting
He brings us to be fed,
Love is the Banner flourishing
VVith honour o're our head.
Beneath his shadow we are plac'd
VVith joy and true content;
His Fruit is sweet unto our taste,
His VVord and Sacrament.
O draw me my dear Saviour then
VVith thy strong Cords of Love,
And we will all run after thee
As fast as we can move:
And in thy Name, O Lord, we'll trust,
For that's a Tower strong,
Whither the Righteous oft doth fly
For shelter all day long.

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HYMN 150. Divine Wrath.

The day doth come, and burn it will
Like to an Oven hot;
And all the proud shall be Fuel
Who have the Lord forgot:
Nay it begins now to break forth,
And will burn more and more;
On all the wicked of the Earth
God will his vengeance pour.
Evil shall slay the wicked Man
For sin which he hath wrought;
And such who hate God's faithful Ones,
Shall quickly come to nought.
But all who do fear thee, O Lord,
Thou wilt keep safe and sound;
And such who put their trust in thee,
Thou never wilt confound,
But save them in the day of wrath,
The which is very nigh,
When all the wicked of the Earth
In direful Flames shall lye.

HYMN 151. .

A Hymn of Praise after the Sacrament

The Bread of Life.

With precious Food, Lord, we are fed,
Which we have cause to prize;
Our Table is most richly spread
With choice Varieties.

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The harmless Lamb most innocent
For us is ready slain,
And we as Guests are hither sent
To seed on him again.
But O what Love and Grace is here!
When we were hungry,
Christ's Body, Lord, thou didst prepare
That for us he might die;
For nothing but his Flesh and Blood
Could our poor Souls sustain;
Therefore, O Lord, thou didst cry forth,
O let my Lamb be slain.
O let his precious Blood run out,
For to them it I'll give,
Or else they'll perish without doubt;
'Tis done; Come, eat, and live!
Eat, eat, O Friends, on what is good,
And drink abundantly;
The best of Heav'n is your Food,
No fatness I deny.
O Lord, thy Love is very sweet,
And we therefore do cry,
O feed us with this precious Food
Untill we come to die.
And we will sing thy Praises, Lord,
Even both rich and poor;
And to the blessed Lamb we'll sing
Praises for evermore.

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HYMN 152.

A Hymn of Praise after the Lord Supper.

Saints die with Christ.

All glory unto Christ the Lord,
'Tis thy immortal fame
VVe will sing forth with one accord,
And glorifie thy Name.
O blessed God, thou art all Love,
No minute 'scapes thy breast,
But brings a favour from above,
In that sweet love we rest.
Lord, didst thou die, and do we live?
Hath not grief slain us yet?
Vocuhsafe to us thy grace to give,
To live as it is meet.
Did thy most precious love to me
Make thee to leave thy Throne,
And mount the Stage of Infamy?
And shalt thou die alone?
Lord, let me die, die unto sin,
That death, O let me see;
Be thou the death of sin, O Lord,
VVhich was death unto thee;
And as all fulness is in thee,
O then we pray pour in,
For we are empty thou dost know,
Except it be of sin.
And since thou hast, O Holy One,
A Salve for ev'ry Sore.
Let us rejoyce and praise thy Name
Now and for evermore.

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HYMN 153.

[Lord, is there joy in Heav'n above]

Luke 13. 10. Joy in Heaven when Sinners repent.

Lord, is there joy in Heav'n above
VVhen Sinners turn to thee?
Let this our Souls affections move,
To long till it we see.
VVhat cause of joy then hath that heart
VVho with repenting tears
Unfeignedly cleaves unto thee,
And to thy ways adheres.!
Shall holy Angels, Lord, rejoyce
In our sweet happiness,
When all the good is unto us,
To them not more nor less?
In this they act, Lord, like to thee,
Who for our only good
VVas sacrificed on the Tree,
To wash us in thy Blood:
And shall not we now learn of thee
To seek the good of others?
And with one heart strive to impart
All comfort to our Brothers?
Rejoyce with them that do rejoyce,
This duty let us love;
And then thy VVill we shall fulfill
As Angels do above.
But what a low and carnal heart
Hath he, whoe're he be,
VVho being full, will not impart
To those in misery!

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To pity, and not to relieve,
Doth certainly declare
Such never did God's Grace receive
In truth, nor are sincere.
Acknowledg how you have transgress'd
Against the Lord your God,
And let it be with grief confess'd
What By-Paths you have trod;
For if we do our sins confess,
Faithful and Just is he,
From sin and all unrighteousness
To cleanse and set us free.

HYMN 154.

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Sung after Sermon.

Psal. 31. 19. Great Goodness laid up, and wrought out.
Great Goodness thou, O Lord, hast wrought
Who can of it conceive?
And those thou dost regenerate,
'Tis they do it receive:
'Tis they who are delivered
From that forlorn estate
They once were in when they lay dead
Under thy fearful hate.
'Tis they whose Souls united be
Unto thy self, O Lord;
And have Communion too with thee,
And prize thy blessed Word.
They are alive, and love thee dear,
Thy Image also they
Do in their Souls most clearly bear,
And taste of thee each day.

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They of Christ's Blood and Merits shall
For certain have a part;
And though they sin, they cannot fall
From thee, Lord, in their heart.
Their Souls shall live eternally,
They sing thy praise therefore;
This work being wrought in our Souls,
We'll sing for evermore.

HYMN 155.

A Hymn of Praise after the Sacrament.

A Feast of Fat things.

Lord, thou our bless'd Physician art,
Who for our Souls didst die;
Thou dost thy precious Blood impart,
Our Souls to purifie.
When sin and sickness did appear,
And nought could do us good,
A Med'cine then thou didst prepare,
To heal us with thy Blood.
Thou art, O Lord, our glorious Sun,
Light, Heat and Life's from thee;
And thou upon our Souls has shone,
By which we quickned be.
A Banquet rich thou dost provide,
A Table of Fat things;
To feast our Souls, O let us eat
And drink of thy own Springs.
The Feast is thine, of thine own cost,
The Lamb is of thy Fold;
It is the best in all the Flock,
More precious far than Gold.

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No spot in him was ever found,
No blemish, but all pure;
Yet for us he had many wounds,
Thy wrath he did endure.
He drank the bitter of the Cup,
That no wrath might remain,
That we might drink in draughts of love,
And come to life again,
And spend our days upon the Earth
In joy, through thy sweet Spirit,
Until we come thy glory great
In Heaven to inherit.

HYMN 156.

[How great is thy sweet goodness, Lord]

Psal. 31. 19. Goodness wrought.

How great is thy sweet goodness, Lord,
VVhich for us thou hast wrought
By Jesus Christ, our dearest Friend,
VVho our dear Souls hath bought;
That so we might that goodness have,
His Life he did lay down,
Our Souls from Death and Hell to save,
And us with glory crown.
And as for us, Christ wrought it out,
So in us we do see
The Spirit works without all doubt,
That we convinc'd might be:
And so doth cause us for to feel
What unto sin is due,
The weight of which would make us reel,
And vengeance soon ensue.

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But 'tis to heal that he doth wound
The Soul, and makes it cry;
And then with speed he doth make haste
A Plaister to apply.
None but thy Spirit can convince,
And us for Grace prepare;
And we, O Lord, may see from hence
How helpless once we were.
To God the Father, and the Son,
And Holy Ghost therefore,
Be blessing, honour, and renown,
Now and for evermore.

HYMN 157.
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Sung after Sermon.

[We of thy Gospel holy, Lord]

Rom. 1. 6. The Gospel the power of God.

We of thy Gospel holy, Lord,
Are not asham'd to own;
Because thy glory shines therein,
And power is made known.
Thy Gospel is the means whereby
We, Lord, came to believe,
And in it does great Riches lye,
VVhich we by Faith receive.
Thy Grace in it does glorious shine,
And by thy Spirit we
Are wrought upon, and so made thine,
And union have with thee.
VVhat cause have we therefore to sing
That we thy Gospel have,
And praise our God and heav'nly King
VVho strives our Souls to save!

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Our Enemies the Light do hate,
And fain wou'd once again
Suppress the Gospel, as of late;
O 'tis their bitter pain
To see how Light and Truth breaks out,
But this is, Lord, our joy;
Arise and put them to the rout
Who would thy Truth destroy:
And we thy Praises will sing forth,
And laud thy Name therefore;
O let thy Word shine through the Earth
Now and for evermore.

HYMN 158. The joyful Sound.

Who hath or doth, O Lord, believe
Th'Report which thou hast given?
Many will hear, but few receive
Th'joyful News from Heaven.
The joyful Sound that's spread abroad
There's few which it do mind;
For though they have it often heard,
Yet not with hearts inclin'd
To that which is most truly good
They have no mind at all
But contrar'wise despise thy Word,
And do contemn thy Call:
But unto some thou dost make known
Thy glorious power divine;
And these are they that thou dost own,
And callest also thine.

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They do believe, and also fear;
They love and do obey:
They cleave to thee, and are sincere,
And follow thee alway.
And them dost thou with Blessings crown,
They sing to thee therefore;
And hence it is thou dost them own,
And wilt for evermore.

HYMN 159.

['Tis thou, O Lord, who dost restore]

Psal. 23. 3. The Sinners Soul restored.

'Tis thou, O Lord, who dost restore
Our Souls which went astray,
And had been lost for evermore
Hadst thou not found a way
For to recover us again,
By sending of thy Son;
Under thy wrath we should have lain,
And ever been undone.
Our sin and sickness was so sore,
Nothing could do us good;
Nor life unto our Souls restore,
But the Physicians Blood.
Our case was sad, woful indeed,
If it we did but know;
Thou therefore sentst thy Son to bleed,
Such bowels didst thou show,
That he for us, and in our stead
Thy dreadful wrath did bear,
That of his Flesh our Souls might feed,
Lost strength for to repair.

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Therefore we sing, Lord, unto thee,
And well indeed may they
Who by thy Grace now quickned be,
And set in the right way
Unto eternal happiness,
Whose Souls thou dost restore;
They all praise thee, Lord, more or less,
And shall for evermore.

HYMN 160. The Godly Man's Soul restored.

A Godly Man may greatly fall,
But thou, Lord, wilt restore
His Soul again, and so he shall
Stand faster than before.
He under sin long shall not lye
Before he doth revive;
And whilst he's down his Soul doth cry,
And greatly does he strive
Against all sin, and it does hate,
And fain would he get clear
Of every sin and evil thing,
To shew he is sincere.
But wicked Men do make a trade
Of sinning ev'ry day,
Their hearts are carnal, and so hard,
Sins motions they obey;
And in them also it doth reign,
And they in it delight;
Hence under wrath they do remain,
Being odious in thy sight.

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All praise to God, the Lord above,
We find it otherwise,
That sin we hate, and thee do love,
And thy sweet favour prize.
Good Men cannot contented be,
Unless restor'd again,
And thy most precious face do see,
And pardon do obtain.
All glory to thy gracious Name
We give to thee therefore,
And do resolve for to proclaim
Thy praise for evermore.

HYMN 161.

[The Restoration of the Soul]

Psal. 23. 3. The glorious restauration of the Soul.

[The First Part.]

The Restoration of the Soul
It is the work alone
Of thy own Grace, O God most high,
Which to us is made known.
Thy wisdom and thy power divine,
And mercy infinite,
In equal glory, Lord, doth shine
Hereby in all Mens sight.
If thou hadst not stretch'd out thy hand
Our Souls thus to restore,
We must have lain in Satan's band,
O Lord, for evermore.
But are our Souls restor'd indeed,
And rais'd to life again?
And from eternal death so freed,
Shall never feel that pain?

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And shall also preserved be
Unto eternal bliss;
Well may such sing continually,
What comfort, Lord, like this!
What ground of joy and gladness's here?
We'll raise thy praise therefore;
For all restored Souls shall sing
To thee for evermore.

The Second Part.

The Sinner's misery, and the Saints glory.

Sad was the Loss Man did sustain
By his most dismal Fall;
God's Image marr'd, his Soul-deprav'd,
And brought into great thrall;
Defil'd, wounded, and naked made,
And dead in sin did lie;
Thus did his glory at once sade
Through his iniquity.
Bound in strong Bonds in Satan's Chains
His Eyes put out also;
He wickedly his God disdains,
To him a cursed Foe.
For in the mind such enmity
Is there in each vile one,
That they resist thee day and night,
And bid thee to be gone.
But yet such Grace didst thou extend
To such a filthy Foe,
As to send Christ, thy only Son,
The Devil to o'rethrow,

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And Man redeem with stretch'd out Hand,
Thy Image to restore;
And heal his wounds, and make him see
Who was so blind before.
Into sweet Union with thy self
Thou tak'st him once again;
And he in thine own Bosom's laid,
Th'Enmity being slain.
From sickness he's recovered,
From bondage quite set free;
He lives again who once was dead,
And dearly now loves thee.
Well may this cause all Souls to sing
Who thus restored be;
For unto them, Lord, from hence springs
Joy to eternity.

HYMN 163. The precious Promises.

A happy Soul, O Lord, is he
Who Union has with thee;
Th'Promises to him are given,
Which sweet and precious be.
Lord, when thou giv'st thy self to us,
Promises are precious;
But never till we did believe,
Could we e're find them thus.
All praise to God, the Lord on high,
And to Christ who did die
To purchase for us Blessings store
To all Eternity.

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We now therefore, O Lord, will sing
Unto our glorious King,
From whence the precious Promises
Of Grace to us doe spring.
What precious Blessings do we see,
Who interest have in thee!
And shall be happy evermore
Unto eternity.

HYMN 164. A Hymn of Praise after the Sacrament.

Halleluja! O happy day
That ever Christ was born!
And happy we that e're we see
This everlasting Morn.
Bless'd be the Lamb that hither came
To be a Sacrifice;
'Tis by thy Blood we have all good,
In thee all Blessings lyes.
Our Bands to break thou didst them take,
And with them thou wast bound,
God's Cords we burst, thou wast acurst
To heal our grievous Wound;
For us he dy'd, being crucify'd,
Sustain'd that cruel death;
Wast broke with grief, us'd as a Thief,
And gave up his sweet breath.
His Grave was made, and Body laid
With the rich and unjust;
His Honour high despis'd did lye
All cover'd up in Dust.

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Admirable sight, a love most bright,
Never the like was seen,
That one so high so low should lye,
Vile Wretches to redeem.
'Mongst Men, what one wou'd e're have gone
His Son thus to abase,
For Enemies that him despise,
And were in such a case.
Prais'd be the Lord, prais'd be the Word
And Spirit too therefore;
Sing praise will we to the bless'd Three,
Now and for evermore.

HYMN 165. Man's Impotency.

How weak, O Lord, is sinful Man,
O how unable's he
To act or do, much less to run,
Until he's drawn by thee!
We, Lord, have no sufficiency,
Nor power of our own,
To think so much as one good thought,
As of our selves alone;
But all our whole sufficiency
Doth from the Lord proceed,
Who works in us most graciously
Both the will and the deed.
O draw us then our Saviour dear
With thy strong Cords of Love,
And then will we run after thee
As fast as we can move.

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Shall we by thy own sovereign Grace
These special drawings find;
Then shall we run our heavenly Race
With a sweet raised Mind.

HYMN 166.

[O Come, ye thirsty Souls, and drink]

Isa. 55. 1. Come ye to the Waters.

O Come, ye thirsty Souls, and drink;
O Come, do not delay!
Is it not time, can any think,
With speed to come away?
O precious Grace and Love divine,
Lord, we adore thee do,
And praise that holy Name of thine
From whence these Waters flow.
Waters of Life, how sweet are they
To him that thirsteth sore!
O he esteemeth them each day,
And loves them more and more.
They who of them do drink shall live,
Yea, and shall never die;
And all that come, may them receive,
Thou wilt not one deny.
They heal the sick and wounded heart
And give sight to the blind;
There's none shall ever be undone
Who do these Waters find.
All praise and glory unto God
We have these Waters store;
Let's drink of them and let us live,
And praise thee evermore.

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HYMN 167. Glorious Light shining forth.

Now Christ is preached unto us,
His glorious Name made known;
The Morning-Star sends forth his light,
Dark Shadows now are gone.
The Morning of that long'd for Day
Will soon break forth amain,
When glory great shall fill the Earth,
And Jesus Christ shall reign.
'Twill quickly be that we shall sing
A new and pleasant Song,
And shall exalt poor Sions King,
For whose sweet day we long.
He thar his Soul pour'd forth to death,
And dy'd a Sacrifice,
Will like a Lyon quickly rouze,
And all his Foes surprize.
The gracious Lamb that hither came
For Sinners to be slain,
Is worthy of all glory great,
And therefore shall he reign.
The Song of Moses and the Lamb
Redeemed Ones shall sing;
O let us on his side be found
Sincere in ev'ry thing.
O happy they who thee have got
That suffered on the Tree,
And count all things as Dung and Dross
When once compar'd to thee.

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Then shall we find peace in our mind
When thus we prize thy Name;
And fill'd shall we with glory be,
Whilst others fill'd with shame.

HYMN 168. The panting Soul.

One thing, O Lord, thy Saints desire,
And would obtain of thee,
Within thy Temple to enquire,
Thy beauty there to see;
That there may be our dwelling-place,
Let us this mercy crave,
And all provision of thy Grace
There daily also have:
That to our joy we all may drink
Of living lasting Springs,
And also know and the will do
Of thee the King of Kings:
And being fed with living Bread,
May praise thy Name therefore;
Refresh'd from thee, from thirsting free,
May sing for evermore.

HYMN 169. Everlasting Rest.

To the Eternal God above
Let us loud praise proclaim;
Since we have tasted of his Love,
Let's glorifie his Name.

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A blessed rest he hath in store
For all who are upright,
Where they shall be for evermore
In his eternal light.
All Tears from off our Eyes shall then
Be wiped quite away;
And we shall never mourn agen
On that eternal day.
O then let's fear lest we fall short
Of that sweet resting-place;
For many seem to bid fair for't,
Without one dram of Grace.
Let us truly converted be,
And Oyl have much in store;
For then through thee enter shall we
Before thou shut the door:
And with joy sing unto our King
Eternal Songs above,
And filled all both great and small
With thy eternal Love.

HYMN 170. Hear, and your Souls shall live.

Thy Mercy, Lord, is infinite,
To call such unto thee,
Who loathsom are in thy own fight
By their iniquity.
O then let Sinners come with speed,
B'ing drawn by pow'r divine;
Let them unto thy Call give heed,
Whilst Gospel-light does shine.

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Come unto thee, O holy One,
And shall our Souls then live!
Let Sinners see they are undone,
Till Christ does them receive.
Lord, take some Sinners by the hand,
And save their Souls from Hell;
And make them bend to thy Command,
O thou canst them compell
To come unto the Marriage-Feast;
O bring them in to thee,
That they may sing thy Praises forth
To all eternity.

HYMN 171. What shall we do?

[The First Part.]

O Lord, what shall poor Sinners do
Who dead in sin do lie,
And must eternal sorrow know,
If in that state they die?
O praised be thy holy Name
Thou hast a way found out
To save us from eternal shame,
And life to work about.
O then shall some this day so hear,
That they may Life obtain!
Let them to Jesus Christ draw near,
And so be born again,
Or else they will i'th' Judgment-day
Condemned ever be,
And on them thou wilt thy wrath pour
To all eternity.

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Then quake and tremble ev'ry one,
And not reject God's Call;
Lest you at last be all undone,
And into Hell do fall.
O thou art good to us, O Lord,
In sending Christ to die;
If Grace thou dost to us afford,
We'll sing continually.

The Second Part.

Who hath made thee differ, &c.

O Lord, we praise thy glorious Name
For distinguishing Love;
Blessed be God Christ hither came
To lift us up above.
We naturally like others were,
Even cursed Foes to thee;
But thou hast made thy Grace appear,
Whilst others darkness be.
Thou hast, O Lord, the difference made,
All is of Grace alone;
Hence we have cause sweetly to sing
To thee the holy One.
O shall thy glorious Work appear?
Lift up thy Name on high,
That Sinners may now ev'ry where
To the Lord Jesus fly.
And as for us, let it be seen
We all converted be,
That so we may thy Praises sing
To all eternity.

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HYMN 173. If the Son make you free, &c.

Halleluja to thee the Lord above,
His Praises let us sing;
Exalt his Name continually
From whom all Blessings spring.
Who didst behold us when we lay
Polluted in our sin;
And to wash us found out a way
To make us clean agen.
We Slaves of Sin and Satan were,
And in strong Bonds were bound;
And when no other help was there,
From thee we help have found.
Thy Son out of thy Bosom came
Our Souls for to set free;
All praise unto the Son of God,
And equal praise to thee,
The Father of our glorious Lord,
The God of Grace and Love,
Who didst us pity, and afford
Salvation from above.
No freedom, Lord, for sin is there,
But by the Son alone,
Who did thy wrath from Sinners bear,
Who were all quite undone.
Let such who liberty now have,
Thy Praises sing therefore;
For them wilt thou from bondage save,
O Lord, for evermore.

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HYMN 174. A Hymn after a Farewell Sermon.

Shine forth, O Lord, upon our Souls,
And let thy Showers fall,
That so we may be rooted well,
And flourish great and small.
We have a sweet reviving time,
Who lately seem'd as dead;
When shall we be as in the prime?
O raise our withered Head!
We have had a sore Winters day,
A pinching time was here;
But shall such Weather fly away,
And springing times draw near?
We praise thy great and glorious Name
For Seasons we have had,
O let us not be put to shame,
But in thy self be glad.
We now must part, and for a while
Not see each other here;
So let us walk, that when Christ comes,
With him we may appear,
And sing sweet Songs of Melody,
And Joy in God above;
And ravish'd be eternally
With his transcendant Love.

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HYMN 175. Christ knocks at the Door.

Thou, Lord, knocks at the Sinner's Door,
Desiring to come in,
To store their hearts with precious Grace,
And to destroy their sin.
Thy Love is great, and therefore, Lord,
Dost wait on them we see,
Who will attend unto thy Word,
And open unto thee.
Lord, thou dost knock and call aloud,
Sinners rouze up with speed;
If you do open unto him,
No good thing shall you need.
Thou dost not come with empty hand
To those who do believe;
For they with thee Communion have,
And such like Joys receive;
Which prized are by holy Ones
Thy Consolations be
Not small, O Lord, but very great,
Such do receive from thee.
All praise, and glory, and renown
Therefore to thee they sing;
Yea praise let's raise continually
Of Christ our glorious King.

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HYMN 176. The Foot-steps of the Flock.

Tell me, O thou beloved One,
Where thou thy Flock dost feed?
On thee we do depend alone,
That thou our Souls mayst lead
Into rich Pastures fresh and green,
Where we do comfort find,
Which doth content our precious Souls,
And stay our fainting mind.
Thou sendst us to the first Foot-steps
Of thy dear Flock of old,
There for to feed, and to lye down
In thy own blessed Fold;
Where rest we may under thy shade
With much delight and peace,
Where streams of joy most sweetly flow,
Which run and never cease.
Thou hast o'recome us with thy Love,
We can't but must love thee;
And being drawn, Lord, from above,
We run continually.
Therefore we sing unto thy Name,
And lift thy praise on high;
And for thy sake bear any shame,
And will not thee deny.

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If we do find we do love thee,
And thou dost Love return,
We'll never cease to raise thy praise
Until our lives are done.

HYMN 177.

[Halleluja to the Lord on high]

Act. 8. 5. Christ preach'd.

Halleluja to the Lord on high,
All glory, honour, praise
Ascribe to him continually,
And live to him always.
Lift Christ on high, our glorious King,
In whom all fulness dwells;
He is our Life and Fountain-spring,
His glory great excells.
'Tis Christ, O God, that we do preach,
As thou dost us command;
O let thy Word Men's hearts so reach,
It may break Satan's Band.
O set their Souls at liberty,
And them unite to thee,
To sing thy praise melodiously
Whilst they thy glory see.
There's none like Christ in all the Earth,
He is that lovely One;
His honour we would, Lord, spread forth,
And him exalt alone.
Thou hast made him the All in all
To us in ev'ry thing;
Before him shall the mighty fall,
And own him to be King.

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His Day is near, his Foes must down,
And never rise again;
And flourish must his glorious Crown,
And ever shall he reign.

HYMN 178.

A Hymn of Praise after the Lord's Supper.

Wonders of Grace.

O let us all with chearful voice
Sweet Halleluja's sing;
And magnifie the Lord most high,
Our glorious God and King,
Who wond'rous things for us hast done,
Which all our Eyes behold,
In saving of his sinking Church,
As in the days of old.
Let us loud Praise proclaim always,
And godly also live
Continually both night and day,
And glory to him give.
Let Christ be had in great esteem,
And lifted up on high;
O let us all remember him
Who for us all did die.
How did he, Lord, with bitter cryes
Make known his grief to thee,
Whilst languishing his Body hung
For us upon the Tree.
Unto the Cross they did thee nail,
Thy Sides they pierc'd also;
O let us all apply thy Blood
Which from thy Wounds did flow.

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Its precious vertue we receive,
To purge and make us white,
That through it we might all indeed
Be lovely in thy sight.
Lord, didst thou die that we might live?
O let us sigh and mourn,
With fervent hearts unfeignedly,
To think what thou hast born
To save our Souls from Wrath and Hell,
That we might changed be,
And so at last in Heaven dwell
To all eternity.

HYMN 179. A Hymn of Thanksgiving for our late Deliverance.

Thy wondrous Acts of Grace, O Lord,
Wrought in all Peoples sight,
May stir us up with one accord
To praise thee day and night.
The cursed snare that Babel laid,
Is broken, Lord, by thee;
And they of whom we were afraid,
Confounded also be.
When we like Men near dead did lye,
And knew not what to do;
Thou didst defeat our Enemy,
And them quite overthrow.
Thou hast also, Lord, heard our Cry
For bleeding Ireland;
And sav'd the King, when death was nigh,
With thy blessed Right-hand.

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And Liberty to us is given
To Worship without fear;
And with sweet Dews and Showers from Heav'n
Our Souls thou now dost chear.
We therefore glorifie thy Name
To whom all praise belongs,
And celebrate thy glorious Fame
With joy in holy Songs.

HYMN 180. The power of Prayer.

Prayer is a Duty ev'ry one
Should use both day and night;
Prayer is a Duty God does love,
And in it takes delight.
Prayer is a Duty prevalent,
It has Jehova's Ear;
Prayer should to Heaven be daily sent
When we are in great fear.
VVhate're we want, if we do pray
To thee most fervently,
And ask according to thy VVill,
VVe shall have all supply.
To Prayer of wicked Men, O Lord,
Thou wilt no Answer give;
But wilt hear those who are sincere,
And do uprightly live.
All praise to God, the Lord most high,
VVho hast said, Seek my face;
VVhate're thou dost our Souls deny,
Give us more of thy Grace.

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HYMN 181. Saints Safety.

To God most high we lift our voice,
And sing with one accord;
For we safe always are in thee,
Our help is in the Lord.
Some trust in Men, and in their Wealth,
And Riches do embrace,
But, Lord, grant us thy saving health,
And shinings of thy face.
Thou hast put gladness in our heart
By those thy Beams divine,
Much more than they who have their part
Of Corn, of Oyl and Wine.
On thy own strength we do repose,
And thereby are secure
And safe from all most dreadful woes,
Our dwelling-place is sure,
Within the Clifts of the bless'd Rock
From whence sweet Waters flow,
And therefore will not fear that shock
That Babel will o'rethrow.
Thou hast sav'd us from wrath to come
At the most dismal day,
And wilt save us from bloody Rome,
Who would us all betray.
To him that on the Throne sits down,
And Christ the Lamb therefore,
Be blessing, glory and renown
Now and for evermore.

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HYMN 182.

[All praise to God the glorious One]

All praise to God the glorious One,
Thy Name let us adore,
Who loved us, and sent his Son,
Praise him for evermore.
The Cherubims with one accord
Do sing continually;
O holy, holy, holy Lord,
And glorious Majesty:
And shall not we affected be
With thy redeeming Love,
And sing to thee melodiously
With hearts raised above
All earthly things, since we have Springs
To drink of in the way,
That are so sweet, and make us meet
For Christ another day.
Our Tables spread with heavenly Bread
In presence of our Foes;
We eat fat things, and drink of Springs
From whence Soul-comfort flows.
What, Lord, so good as Divine Food
To those that gracious be,
And know full well nought can excell
What they enjoy of thee?
To God the Father, and the Son,
And Holy Ghost therefore,
Be glory, honour, and renown,
Now and for evermore.

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HYMN 183.

[O happy Souls who look to thee]

Zach. 12. 10. And they shall look upon me whom they have pierced.

O happy Souls who look to thee,
And presently do mourn
And grieve for their iniquity,
Seeing what thou hast born.
O Lord, how did our horrid sin
Upon thee heavy lye!
VVe pierced thee once and agen
By our iniquity.
O let us look until we love,
And thee with joy embrace;
Men will loath Sin and it forsake
VVhen they receive thy Grace.
And since there is for us relief
In thee, O Saviour dear,
Let's throw away all Unbelief,
And joyful all appear.
Into thy presence we are come,
Let's make a joyful noise,
And sing to thee who 'tis alone
That all our Foes destroys.
No Enemy without, within,
But from them thou canst save;
Therefore let's sing thy glorious praise,
And unto thee let's cleave.
Sin never shall that Soul destroy
That looketh unto thee,
Such sing, and shall with inward joy
Unto Eternity.

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HYMN 184. When recovered after a Fit of Sickness, Sept. 16. 1688

Let that life-breathing Face of thine,
Lord, manifested be;
Because thy Love excelleth VVine,
All upright Ones love thee.
Thou hast, O Lord, redeemed us,
Yea, from the lowest Hell,
And rais'd us to an higher state
Than that from whence we fell.
VVith Flaggons of refreshing Joy,
And Comforts from above,
Stay us, O Lord, we humbly pray,
Let us be sick of Love.
For these great Blessings, O most High,
VVe will thy Praises sing,
VVho hast also, Lord, heard our cry,
Praise to our glorious King.
VVe cried to thee with our hearts
To make thy Servant whole,
And from the all-devouring Grave
For to return his Soul.
And thou dost, Lord, a new life send,
And wouldest not permit
That he should hastily descend
Into the dolesom Pit.
VVe therefore sing and give thee praise,
Most holy let us be,
VVith hearts united all our days
Let us live unto thee.

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HYMN 185.

[Lord, we do see that poor we be]

Rev. 3. 18. Buy of me Gold tried in the Fire.

Lord, we do see that poor we be,
But thou hast Riches store;
And if that we do come to thee,
VVe nothing shall want more.
VVhat is our own to us is shown
Is good, alas, for nought;
O let it go, since we do know
Rare things are to be bought:
And thou dost cry, O come and buy!
O blessed be the Lord!
Now is the day, let's not delay,
But close in with thy Word:
Then rich shall we for ever be,
And Crowns of Glory have;
And Robes so white that shine like Light
Shall we likewise receive.
Grace is like Gold, but doth excell
VVhatever is on Earth;
O happy they who know full well
Its great and glorious worth.
Shall they not sing who see the Spring
Of Grace doth Blessings pour;
Thy holy praise we will always,
Lord, sing for evermore.

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HYMN 186.

[Ye Saints, break forth with chearful voice]

Zach. 12. 10. They shall look to me.

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After Sermon.

Ye Saints, break forth with chearful voice,
And sing Christ's glorious praise;
His Love is sweet, O it is choice!
Ye Saints praise him always.
Come, look and love! O cast your Eye
Upon this lovely One!
He is your help, your Food, your Strength,
Your Hope, your Joy and Crown.
Christ is the Root, Christ is the Branch,
Christ is our Testator;
Christ is the holy Lamb of God,
Christ is our Mediator.
Christ is the VVay, Christ is the Door,
Christ is our Physician;
Christ is our Meat, Christ is our Drink,
He's thus to ev'ry Christian.
Christ is God's great Embassador,
Christ is the only Heir;
Christ is the Bright and Morning-Star,
Christ is beyond compare.
Christ is the Foundation sure,
Christ is the corner-stone;
Christ is the VVitness and the Truth,
Christ is the only one.
Sing praise to Christ, exalt him then,
And look to him always;
O sing to him, and never cease
Till you do end your days.

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HYMN 187. The heavenly Feast.

O praise the Lord, and look to him,
Sing praise unto his Name;
O all ye Saints of Heav'n and Earth
Set forth his glorious fame:
VVho spared not his only Son,
But gave him for us all;
And made him drink the Cup of VVrath,
The VVormwood and the Gall.
He dy'd indeed, but rose again,
And did ascend on high,
That we poor Sinners lost and dead
Might live eternally.
His Flesh is heavenly Food indeed,
His Blood is Drink divine,
His Graces drops, like Honey-falls,
His Comforts taste like VVine.
Lord Christ, thou hast refresh'd our Souls
VVith thy abounding Grace;
For which we magnifie thy Name,
Longing to see thy Face.
Let the Redeemed of the Lord
Their thankful voices raise;
Can we be dumb whilst Angels sing
Our great Redeemer's praise.
Come let us joyn with Angels then,
Glory to God on high;
Peace upon Earth, Good-will to Men,
Thus sing eternally.

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HYMN 188.

The Harvest is the end of the World.

Harvest of Joy.

The Harvest-day will soon be here,
A blessed day 'twill be
To all those Souls who are sincere,
For Jesus they shall see.
Thou send'st thy glorious Rays on us,
And Dews, our Souls to chear;
But e're long we with open Eyes
The Vision shall have clear.
Most sweet reviving Acts of Grace
Are those we feel of thine,
Whilst we behold thy glorious Face,
Yet stronger Beams will shine,
To comfort and rejoyce each heart
To all eternity;
From thee, O Lord, we ne're shall start,
But in thy Garner lye;
Or rather in thy precious Arms
We being ripened,
Shall housed be with lasting Charms
Of Glory on our Head.
No sorrow shall us then annoy,
Nor fears cause inward pain;
Nor sin nor Satan spoyl our joy,
Nor filth our glory stain,

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We shall not then, as now, be vext
With Satan, World, and Sin;
Nor with base Hearts be more perplext
When Heaven has took us in.

HYMN 189. The woful Harvest of the Wicked.

This World will quickly have an end,
That is the Harvest-day;
And Jesus will the Reapers fend,
They come and shall not stay.
The Angels they the Reapers be,
The Wheat are God's Elect,
Which shall, Lord, gathered be to thee,
The Tares thou wilt reject:
The Tares are those vile wicked Men
Who do thy Saints annoy,
Which shall in Bundles bound be then,
That thou may'st them destroy;
And into Flames thou wilt them cast,
Their Worm shall never die;
The Fire too shall ever last
Ev'n to Eternity.
The false Professor will be found
Amongst the cursed Foe;
And with prophane Ones shall be bound,
And equal sorrow know.
But a bless'd day will be to those
Whose Hearts are found upright,
VVho did in truth with Jesus close,
And serv'd him day and night.

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They shall with thee in glory be,
Lord Christ when thou dost come;
But Unbelievers shall from thee
Receive their final doom.

HYMN 190. Christ's Passion and Exaltation.

Hosanna to King David's Son,
The Lord's anointed One,
VVho quickly shall exalted be
Upon his glorious Throne.
Triumph and shout, O Heavens high!
And let the Earth rejoyce!
And let the Saints melodiously
Lift up in Songs their voice
To Christ the King, because that he
A Feast provideth here;
And tells us we all welcome be
To eat of his good Chear.
His Flesh for us doth freely give,
His Blood to drink also,
That we might never die but live,
These Blessings from him flow.
His bleeding VVounds, out-stretched Arms,
And yearning Bowels dear,
To us run out for sweet support,
That so we might not fear.
Thou art the first, yea and the last,
VVas dead, and art alive;
And lives for ay, therefore to thee
All honour we must give.

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HYMN 191.

[O Virgins know, both Fools and VVise]

The Second Part.

Awake ye Virgins.

O Virgins know, both Fools and VVise,
The Bridegroom is at hand;
He comes, he comes, let it suffice,
But who with him shall stand?
He that his Lamp doth fitly trim,
And Oyl doth get good store,
Shall then embraced be by him,
And reign for evermore.
Cast off your drowze, let's all awake,
'Tis not a time to slumber;
But speedily our Lamps lets take,
And haste to th'VVedding-Chamber;
For certainly our dearest Lord
VVill quickly come away;
The mid-night Cry will soon be heard,
His Chariots will not stay.
O take thy flight on VVings of Love,
And like the nimble Hart,
Come, Lord, O come down from above!
Let's meet and never part.
The Bride saith, Come, O do not stay!
And he that hears thy voice,
In hopes that thou wilt come away,
Most sweetly does rejoyce.

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HYMN 192. Christ's Humiliation and Exaltation.

The Third Part.

The Spirit saith, Dear Jesus come;
The thirsty Soul doth cry
Daily to thee; this is the summ,
O come most speedily.
Signs of thy Day upon us be,
The World it is perplex'd;
The Nations groan and long for thee,
By Wars being sorely vex'd.
Thy Saints do mourn their Sighs and Tears
Invite thee for to come,
The Martyrs Blood cryes in thy Ears
For Babels final doom.
Thou sayst, Surely I come quickly,
Amen, Amen, O Lord;
O come! O come! my Soul doth cry,
According to thy Word.
Lord, thou didst come, thou cam'st to die,
And bear most bitter pain,
God's Justice for to satisfie,
And Pardon to obtain.
Thou didst come to be humbled,
And suffer on the Tree,
Therefore shalt thou lift up thy Head,
And high exalted be.
Thy Right it is to reign as King,
Thou art the only Heir;
The Kingdom's, thine thy Foes down bring,
Thy vengeance let them bear.

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HYMN 193. Signs of the last Day upon us.

The Fourth Part.

The Fig-Tree, Lord, does now put forth,
The Summer doth draw near,
The Sea doth roar, (as thy VVord saith,)
And Men begin to fear.
The VVinter certainly is gone,
The lovely Birds do sing;
The Spring is now a coming on,
VVhich lasting joy will bring.
The voice of the sweet Turtle too
Is heard in this our Land,
VVhat clearer Signs, Lord, canst thou show
By thy own wondrous Hand,
Of thy approach and glor'ous reign
The Nations angry be;
Thy wrath is come, their glory slain,
Thy Kingdom let us see.
The Ev'ning of a former day
Portends a dismal night,
But holy one; our Souls may say,
Our Ev'ning has some light.
Not light nor dark, this is the hour,
It's neither night nor day;
'Tis, 'tis the time of thy dread power,
O haste and come away.
The whole Creation sadly groans,
And utters its last cryes;
Poor Sion vents her piteous moans,
VVhilst Tears fill each Saints Eyes.

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O come, bless'd One, make no delay,
The VVicked do thee dare;
Come holy Jesus, come away!
Thine Arrows do not spare.
Shall Heaven give the long'd for Call,
That Earth beneath may quake,
That Romes high Towers down may fall
Now the dead Bones do shake.

HYMN 194. The Day of Jubilee

The Fifth Part.

O Blessed Day, how sweet is it
To think upon that time
VVhen Christ shall upon his Throne sit,
And Summer's in its prime.
VVhen all the Earth together shall
Break forth and sweetly sing;
And all Christ's Foes with vengeance fall,
VVho own not him for King.
VVhen Saints who now divided are,
Shall all united be;
And in their glitt'ring Robes appear,
And sing in harmony
VVhen Swords and also warlike Spears
Men shall to Plow-shares beat;
And all Men quite be freed from fears,
And from all scorching heat:
And under their own Vines sit down
VVith hearts full of sweet joy;
O come, Lord Jesus, take the Crown,
O haste and come away.

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Wars then we find shall ever cease,
Envy 'mongst Men depart;
Nothing but Love and blessed Peace
In each Believer's heart.
The Lyon and the Lamb shall then
Together feed and ly;
And the like concord amongst Men
Shall then be certainly.

HYMN 195. A Hymn of Praise.

O let us sing with chearful hearts
Sweet Hymns of Soul-delight!
With one accord before the Lord,
That's pleasing in his sight.
What People have more cause to praise
The living God on high,
Than have all those whom thou hast chose,
And for whom Christ did die!
With full assurance let's draw near,
That we accepted be;
And then our peace will much encrease,
Which, Lord, we have in thee.
O what a kind of Love is this
The Father grants to us,
To be the Sons of God above,
And him to call us thus!
We know not now what we shall see,
Yet this thou dost declare,
That like to thee we all shall be,
When thou dost next appear.

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True Faith let's have on Christ to rest,
And Hope, which cannot fail;
That does take hold, Lord Christ, of thee
Who art within the vail.
And then, O Lord, if Storms arise,
And Seas afresh should roar,
We shall in thee secured be
Now and for evermore.

HYMN 196. The bleeding and wounded Heart.

O Lord, how sad's the case of Man,
By reason of the Fall!
His heart is hard, that nothing can,
Alas, pierce it at all,
Until the time doth come when he
God's power within does know;
O then he doth, Lord, seek to thee,
Not knowing what to do.
O happy Souls, who pierc'd have been,
And broken thoroughly,
In the true sight and sense of sin,
And do on Christ rely.
Such who are broken, thou wilt heal,
Who the Physician art,
Thou wilt not cast off any such
Who have a contrite heart.
Let Sinners, Lord, die unto sin,
Wound them, O Lord, we pray!
And let them find Soul-life within,
And comfort ev'ry day.

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O bless thy Word, and let it be
Salvation to the Poor;
And we thy Praises, Lord, will sing
Now and for evermore.

HYMN 197. Things done for us.

Some things for us, Lord, must be done
By thy Almighty Hand;
It must be Jesus Christ alone
Who in our stead did stand;
Who bore thy heavy wrath, O Lord,
For us upon the Tree;
And paid the Debts which Sinners owe
To thy dread Majesty.
All praise and glory let us sing
To God the Lord most high,
Who did to us Salvation bring
From Hell and Misery.
The Just for the Unjust did bear
The punishment of sin,
That we of righteousness might share,
Who so defil'd have been.
Shall Life now in our Souls be wrought,
And Grace implanted be,
That home to Christ we may be brought,
And Union have with thee?
Then will we sing sweet Songs of Praise,
And lift thy Name on high;
And happy be, Lord, all our days,
More happy when we die.

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HYMN 198. Things done in us.

O Lord what hast thou done for us?
And in us also wrought;
On the Lord Jesus we depend,
By whom our Souls were bought.
All praise and glory unto God
Who hath made us alive,
And to exalt thee let us see
We all of us do strive!
And to excell in doing all
That thou dost us command;
And readily obey thy Call,
That we may one day stand
With boldness, and the greatest joy,
Before thy glorious Throne,
When many Persons bitterly
Shall cry with woful moan.
Our works are all wrought in us, Lord,
And for us too by thee;
Thy Praises therefore we will sing,
And that continually.

HYMN 199. Grace shining.

Let such who have enlightned been
Behold thy glorious Grace
And Power divine, prepar'd to shine
Before all Peoples face.

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By thy Grace, Lord, O let us move,
And with a holy Song
Exalt thee who dost dwell above,
To whom all praise belongs.
It's none but thee who can appease
The wrath that burns within,
And to a wounded heart give ease,
That's burdened with sin.
We thee adore, and worship do,
And at thy precious Feet
Contentedly we all would lye
To tast thy mercy sweet.
And thou, dear Saviour, who for sin
The Curse didst undergo,
Unless thy Arm reveal'd had been,
No help to us could flow.
All praise to God, and to the Lamb
And Spirit be therefore;
Teach us to know what we must do,
And sing for evermore.

HYMN 200. Bread indeed.

How good, O Lord, is thy blest Word
To all that are sincere!
Because it doth such good afford,
Thy Children love it dear.
O let us taste of thy sweet Love,
And in thy self delight;
And feed us also from above
Every day and night.

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That with the fat things of thy House
We all may feasted be;
And flourish in thy glorious Courts,
Dear God, continually.
Many do seem to be content,
Whilst they on Husks do feed;
But let our Souls to Christ be bent,
And stor'd with all we need.
One hour in thy blest Courts let's prize
Above all times and days;
And also sing and laud thy Name,
And live unto thy praise.

HYMN 201. A Feast of Fat things.

Lord, thou art great, and also good;
Thy Love and Grace is such,
Thou giv'st poor hungry Souls sweet Food,
And nothing think'st too much;
For them who unto Christ do come,
All things prepared be;
No sooner do they once come home,
But welcome are to thee.
The fatted Calf, and Bread indeed,
And precious Wine good store;
And all things else which Sinners need,
Are ready for the Poor:
Where feed and feast all on free cost
May such who hungry be;
All is of Grace, that none may boast,
But only, Lord, in thee.

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O then let's eat and drink the best,
And praise the Lord above;
And lean upon his dearest Breast
Till ravished with Love.

HYMN 202. Unless ye believe that I am he, &c.

How dark is he, how blind,
Who hath a carnal mind?
He hath no peace if he so die,
He none shall ever find.
He that in Christ doth not believe,
Nor in Truth now receive
The offers of his special Grace,
May not his Loss retrieve.
Die in your Sins, Tremble and Fear,
What Man is it can hear
Those words, and find his heart not now
Rent and to pieces tare?
Let's lift thy Name, O Lord, on high,
And make sweet melody;
And so believe and live, that we
In sin may never die.

HYMN 203. The glorious Gift.

All praise and glory now be given
To God, the Lord above,
Who gives to us the best of Heaven,
Himself, His Grace, and Love.

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Most precious are his promises,
They firm and sure be;
Thou all our wants wilt, Lord, supply,
And that continually.
Though we are poor in earthly things,
And little do possess;
Yet richer are than wicked Kings,
And never shall have less.
He that hath God, possesseth all,
And what would he have more?
Shall not that Man contented be?
Can any think he's poor?
O let us then lift up our voice,
And sing melodiously;
And in the Lord always rejoyce
Until we come to die.

HYMN 204. Christ became poor.

O holy and most glorious King,
The mighty Prince of Peace,
Thou art that Lamb by whom we came
From sin to have release.
Thou in the glorious Form of God,
Before all Worlds indeed,
Most splendently O thou didst shine,
And nothing didst thou need:
And yet thy love to us was such,
Thou for us becam'st poor,
That we through thy great Poverty
Might all have Riches store.

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We never can to thee express
Our Thanks sufficiently,
Who in our stead, and for our sakes
A shameful death didst die.
The Wrath and Curse that was our due,
O Lord, thou didst endure;
And in the Grave, O thou didst lye,
Our freedom to procure.
O depths and heighths of divine Love!
None can compare with thee,
So low to lye, that we on high
At last might raised be.
Lord, thou art all in all to us,
To God all praise therefore;
To him, to thee, and Spirit, we
Will sing for evermore.

HYMN 205. A Hymn of Dr. P. taken out of his [Century of select Psalms, p. 201.]

(From several Passages of the Revelations.)

All ye that serve the Lord, his Name
See that ye celebrate;
And ye that fear him, sing aloud
His praise, both small and great.
O thou great Ruler of the World,
Thy Works our wonder raise:
Thou blessed King of Saints, how true
And righteous are thy ways!

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Who would not fear and praise thy Name,
Thou only Holy One?
The World shall worship thee, to whom
Thy Judgments are made known.
Most Holy, Holy, Holy, Lord
Almighty is thy Name;
Which was before all time, and is,
And shall be still the same.
All Glory, Pow'r, and Honour, thou
Art worthy to receive;
For all things by thy Pow'r were made,
And by thy Pleasure live.
To thee of right, O Lamb of God,
Riches and Pow'r belong;
Wisdom and Honour, Glory, Strength,
And every praising Song.
Thou as our Sacrifice wast slain,
And by thy precious Blood,
From ev'ry Tongue and Nation hast
Redeem'd us unto God.
Blessing and Honour, Glory, Power,
By all in Earth and Heaven,
To him that sits upon the Throne,
And to the Lamb, be giv'n.