7

Freely we are fav'd by grace,
Heart and hand we this embrace;
This, below, fills ev'ry tongue,
This, above, is all the fong.

8

Praises ftill to Chrift we fing;
Chrift, our Prophet, Prieft, and King;
Living waters in us flow,

Glory is begun below.

HYMN 4. L. M.

FROM all that dwell below the skies

Let the Creator's praise arife :
Let the Redeemer's name be fung
Through ev'ry land, by ev'ry tongue.

2

Eternal are thy mercies, Lord;
Eternal truth attends thy word:

Thy praife fhall found from shore to fhore,
Till funs fhall rife and fet no more.

HYMN 5. C. M.

FATHER of mercies, in thy word

What endless glory fhines !

For ever be thy name ador'd
For thefe celeftial lines.

2

Here, may the wretched fons of want

Exhaustless riches find;

Riches, above what earth can grant,
And lafting as the mind.

3

Here, the fair tree of knowledge grows,
And yields a free repaft;

Sublimer fweets than nature knows
Invite the longing taste.

4

Here, the Redeemer's welcome voice

• Spreads heav'nly peace around; And life, and everlasting joys Attend the blifsful found.

5

O may these heav'nly pages be
My ever dear delight;

And still new beauties may I fee,
And still increasing light.

6

Divine Instructor, gracious Lord!
Be thou for ever near;
Teach me to love thy facred word,
And view my Saviour there.

HYMN 6. C. M.

How precious is the book divine,

By infpiration giv'n!

Bright as a lamp, its doctrines shine
To guide our fouls to heav'n.

2

It fweetly cheers. our drooping hearts
In this dark vale of tears;

Life, light, and joy it ftill imparts,
And quells our rifing fears.

3

This lamp, through all the tedious night Of life, fhall guide our way,

Till we behold the clearer light

Of an eternal day.

ISRAEL, in ancient days,

Not only had a view
Of Sinai in a blaze,

But learn'd the gospel too:

The types and figures were a glafs. In which they faw the Saviour's face.

2

The Pafchal facrifice,

And blood-befprinkled door,
Seen with enlighten'd eyes,

And once apply'd with pow'r, Would teach the need of other blood To reconcile an angry God.

3

The lamb, the dove, fet forth
His perfect innocence,

Whofe blood, of matchlefs worth, Should be the foul's defence ; For he, who can for fin atone, Must have no failings of his own.

4

Dipt in his fellow's blood,
The living bird went free;
The type, well understood,
Exprefs'd the finner's plea ;

Defcrib'd a guilty foul enlarg'd,
And by a Saviour's death discharg❜d.
5

Jefus, I love to trace,

Throughout the facred page,
The footsteps of thy grace,
The fame in ev'ry age!

O grant that I may faithful be
To clearer light, vouchfaf'd to me.

HYMN 8. P. M.

PART FIRST.

THE Bible is justly esteem'd

The glory fupreme of the land, Which Thows how a finner's redeem'd, And brought to Jehovah's right hand. With pleasure we freely confefs

The Bible all books does outshine; But Jefus, his perfon and grace, Affords it that luftre divine.

2

In ev'ry prophetical book,

Where God his decrees hath unfeal'd, With joy we behold as we look,

The wonderful Saviour reveal'd :
His glories project to the eye,
And prove it was not his defign
Thofe glories concealed fhould lie,
But there in full majefty fhine.

3

The first gracious promife to man,
A bleffed prediction appears,
His work is the foul of the plan,
And gives it the glory it wears.
How cheering the truth must have been,
That Jefus, the promised feed,
Should triumph o'er fatan and fin,
And hell in captivity lead!

PART SECOND.

4

The Ancient Levitical Law

Was prophecy after its kind; In types there the faithful forefaw The Saviour that ransom'd mankind.

The altar, the lamb, and the priest,
The blood that was fprinkled of old,
Had life, when the people could taste
The bleffings thofe fhadows foretold.

5

Review each prophetical fong,

Which fhines in prediction's rich train, The sweetest to Jefus belong,

And point out his fuff'rings and reign: Sure David his harp never ftrung With more of true facred delight, Than when of the Saviour he fung, And he was reveal'd to his fight.

6

May Jefus more precious become ;
His word be a lamp to our feet,
While we in this wilderness roam,

Till brought in his prefence to meet :
Then, then will we gaze on thy face,
Our Prophet, our Priest, and our King;
Recount all thy wonders of grace,----
Thy praises eternally fing.

HYMN 9. C. M.

To our Almighty Maker, God,

New honours be address'd;
His great falvation fhines abroad,
And makes the nations bleft.

2

He fpake the word to Abr'am first,
His truth fulfils his grace;

The Gentiles make his name their truft,
And learn his righteousness.