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And shews from whence the fprings of love,
In endless currents flow.
Whom angels long to see ;
Ambassador to me!
A rebel and forlorn ;
And of a traitor born.
Who mock'd his facred word;
And all his will abhor'd.
So vile a worm to bless ;
And gave his righteousness.
With ardor all divine ;
LORY to God who reigns above,
That mán, condemn'd to die, might live,
And God be glorious to forgive. 3 Mefliah's come-with joy behold
The days, by prophets long foretold :
And time fill proves what Jacob fpoke. 4 Daniel, thy weeks are all expir'd,
The time prophetic feals requir'd ;
Thy prince Melliah did atone.
Is by the latter far outthone :
Meffiah's presence grac'd it more. 6 We see the prophecies full'a
In Jesus, that most wond'rous child:
his character divine,
AIL, mighty, true and living God,
Ancient of everlasting days;
01 teach us, worthily to praise.
Arm'd with the vengeance of a God ;
Beneath thy pierced feet was trod :
In chains of darkness, guile and fraud
The nature which by him rebell?d,
Now forms thy great, thy just reward. 4
Who shall hold back the Saviour's prey
The only perfect.
My Chrift, my all, my only good. 2 Were I as Abram (trong in faith,
And boldly stedfast unto death å
And Jesus only faithful view.
Quite free from anger, strife, or fear;
And Jesus' meekness only prize. 4
Was I as Job submidlive still,
Compar'd with him, it is but dross. 5 If I was wise as Solomon,
Like him with zeal and ardor shone ;
My wisdom, zeal, yea all, but thee, 6 Had I an angel's purity,
this I would deny i
Nor good confefs in name, or thing,
Prince of Peace. i JESUS, thou Prince, thon King of peace,
And king of glory too ;
By Gentile and by Jew.
Eternal peace is made,
The blood of Christ, our head :
HYMN LI. Ć. M. [WATTS.]
Prophet, Prieji and King.
Who comes with truth and grace ;
Shall lead us in thy ways.
Who offer'd up his blood' ;
By pleading with our God.
How fweet are his commands !
4 Horanna to his glorious name,
Who faves by diff'rent ways:
Rain of Heaveu.
Jesus shall shed his bleffings down, Crown'd with whose life infofing drops,
Earth shall renew her blissful crops, & Lands that beneath a burning sky,
Have long been desolate and dry,
And sudden greens and her bage wear, 3 The dews and rains, in all their store,
Drenching the pastures o'er and o'er,
Which fanctifies and saves our race. 4 As in soft filence vernal show'rs
Descend, and cheer the fainting dow'rs,
Falls the sweet infl'ence from above, 5 That bear'nly infl'ence let me find,
In holy silence of the mind;
Diffusing wide its rich perfume,
To me, but pour'd on all mankind,