Own me an heir divine; I'll pity princes on the throne, And wait till thou thy child shalt raise, No name, no honours here I crave, Well pleas'd with those beyond the grave. 4 Jesus. my elder brother, lives; With him I too shall reign; Nor sin, nor death, while he survives, And shall, while endless years endure. 5 When he, in robes divinely bright, Shall once again appear, 1 Thou too, my soul, shalt shine in light, Enough!I wait th' appointed day, XL. 8, 7, 4. Rippon's Selec. Free Salvation. 2 Tim. i. 9. Worthy of our best esteem! Christ alone could us redeem. 2 When involv'd in sin and ruin, And no helper there was found; Jesus our distress was viewing; Grace did more than sin abound: He has call'd us, With salvation in the sound. 3 Save us from a mere profession, Give us, Lord, the sweet possession None compar'd with this can be. 1 We will give thee all the glory And rejoice with holy fear. 5 Free election, known by calling, Saints are kept from final falling, All the glory, Lord, is thine. XLI. 11, 8. Calne tune. K N songs IN Break forth, and extol the great Ancient of Days, For rich and distinguishing grace. 2 His love from eternity fix'd upon you, Broke forth and discover'd its flame, When each with the cords of his kindness he drew, And brought you to love his great name. 3 O had he not pitied the state you were in, Your bosoms his love had ne'er felt ; You all would have liv'd, would have dy'd too in sin, And sunk with the load of your guilt. 4 What was in you that could merit esteem, Or give the Creator delight? "Twas" even so, Father," you ever must sing, "Because it seem'd good in thy sight." 5 'Twas all of thy grace we were brought to obey While others were suffer'd to go, The road which by nature we chose as our way, 6 Then give all the glory to his holy name; 1 Be yours the high joy still to sound forth his fame. And crown him in each of your songs. XLII. 11s. Broughton tune. K. Exceeding great and precious promises. 2 Pet. i. 4. OW firm a foundation,ye saints of the Lord, H Is laid for your faith in his excellent word? What more can he say than to you he hath said! You, who unto Jesus for refuge kare fled. 2 In ev'ry condition, in sickness, in health, In poverty's vale, or abounding in wealth; At home and abroad, on the land, on the sea, "As thy days may demand, shall thy strength "ever be. 3 "Fear not, I am with thee, O be not dismay'd, "I, I am thy God and will still give thee aid; "I'll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause thee "to stand, Upheld by my righteous omnipotent hand. 4" When through the deep waters I call thee to go, "The rivers of wo shall not thee overflow; "For I will be with thee, thy troubles to bless, "And sanctify to thee, thy deepest distress. 5. "When through fiery trials thy pathway shall "lie, "My grace all-sufficient shall be thy supply; "The flame shall not hurt thee, I only design "Thy dross to consume, and thy gold to refine. 6" E'en down to old age,all my people shall prove "My sovereign, eternal, unchangeable love. "And when hoary hairs shall their temples adorn, "Like lambs they shall still in my bosom be "borne. 7 "The soul that on Jesus hath lean'd for repose, "I will not, I will not desert to his foes; "That soul, though all hell should endeavour to shake, 1 "I'll never, no never, no never forsake." XLIII. 8,7,4. Lewes tune. Robinson. M May an infant lisp thy name? IGHTY God, while angels bless thee, Lord of Men as well as angels, Thou art all thy people's theme. Hallelujah, Hallelujah. Amen. Agreeable to Dr. Doddridges Translation of Heb. xiii. 5. 3 For the grandeur of thy nature, Works with skill and kindness wrought, 4 For thy providence, that governs 5 But thy rich, thy free redemption, 6 Brightness of the Father's glory, 7 Did the Angels sing thy coming? * From the highest throne in glory, 9 Go, return, immortal Saviour, Leave thy footstool. take thy throne; XLIV. As the 104th. Hart. Fountain opened for sinners. 1 HE fountain of Christ, The blood of our Priest, And richly dispenses Salvation and health. Zech. xiii. 1. 5 1 This fountain so dear The great and the small: This fountain, though rich, The welcomer here: Come loathsome. and bare; XLV. 7,6,8. Clark's tune. C. Wesley. HRIST, our passover, is slain, Free from sin's Egyptian chain, |