And taking up his room, The law by Aaron's priesthood came, For finners who his mercy feek, In ev'ry point the Lamb was tried 4 He dies, but lives again, And by the altar ftands; Our Prieft abides, and pleads the cause Of us, who have tranfgrefs'd his laws. 5 I other Priests disclaim, And laws, and off'rings too, He fhall have all the praise, for he HYMN CXXXVIII. C. M. [WATTS.] High Prieft, merciful and faithful. His heart is made of tenderness, z Touch'd with a fympathy within, He knows what fore temptations mean, 3 But fpotlefs, innocent, and pure, While Satan's fiery darts he bore, He, in the days of feeble flefh, 5 He'll never quench the fmoaking flax, But raise it to a flame: The bruifed reed he never breaks, 6 Then let our humble faith addrefs HYMN CXXXIX, S. M. RICHARDS. Seeker and Saviour of the loft. JESUS, 'tis thine to feek, The ruin'd, wand'ring, loft, undone, Of Adam's guilty race. 2 No height, nor depth of fin, Of wretchedness, or woe, Precluded, Lord, thy boundless love, 3 Deep as our depths of guile, HYMN CXL. P. M. [WHITEFIELD'S COLL. Sinner's Friend....: !YE children of my God, Ye dear, peculiar race, Who're wash'd in Jesus' blood, He lov'd the finner's train ; His love, him forc'd to die,...? Compell'd him to be flain : For us, and in our stead, he flood, 3 His heart he fet on us When we were enemies; He thought upon us, when In all his chiefelt smart : Tho' we it caus'd, he all forgave, Lift up, ye loft, your eyes; I freely will falvation give. HYMN CXLI. L. M. [ADDISON'S PS4. 23.] THE Shepherd. HE Lord my pafture fhall prepare, And feed me with a fhepherd's care; His prefence fhall my wants fupply And guard me with a watchful eye; My noon day walks he fhall attend, And all my midnight hours defend. 2 When in the fultry glebe I faint, Or on the thirsty mountains pant, To fertile vales, and dewy meads, My weary, wand'ring fteps he leads Where peaceful rivers, foft and flow, Amid the verdant landscape flow... 3 Tho' in the paths of death I tread, With gloomy horrors overspread, My ftedfaft heart shall fear no ill, For thou, O Lord, art with me ftill; Thy friendly crook fhall give me aid, And guide me thro' the dreadful hade. 4 Tho' in a bare and rugged way, HYMN CXLII. s. M. [RICHARDS.]} AWAKE my foul, arife," Review falvation's plan : What need of further proof, 3 Will Jefus e'er deny, This title which he wears?" Sure no; for 'mid his glorious throne, 4 Then truft my foul, thy All, And humbly wait the coming day, HYMN CXLIII. L. M. [JAMES RELLY.] Unchangeable. 1 HERE fhall no trouble or dismay Reach us, nor want, nor fin, nor shame, 14 |