7 The Father fhining on his Throne,
The glorious co-eternal Son,
The Spirit one and feven,
Confpire our Rapture to compleat,
And lo! we fall before his Feet,
And Silence heightens Heav'n.
8 In Hope of that extatic Paufe,
Jefus, we now fuftain thy Cross,
And at thy Footstool fall,
Till thou our hidden Life reveal,
Till thou our ravifh'd Spirits fill,
And God is all in all.
HYMN CCCCL.
FAINT is my Head, and fick my Heart,
While thou doft ever, ever flay;
Fixt in my Soul I feel thy Dart,
Groaning I feel it Night and Day:
Come, Lord, and fhew thyself to me,
Or take me up to thee.
2 Canft thou with-hold thy healing Grace,
So kindly lavish of thy Blood,
When swiftly trickling down thy Face,
For me the purple Current flow'd!
3 When Man was loft, Love look'd about, To fee what Help in Earth or Sky; In vain: for none appear'd without;
The Help did in thy Bofom lie!
Come, Lord, &c.
4 There lay thy Son: but left his Reft,
Thraldom and Mis'ry to remove
From those who Glory once poffeft,
But wantonly abus'd thy Love.
Come, Lord, &c.
5 He came-O my Redeemer dear!
And canft thou after this be ftrange,
Nor yet within my Heart appear?
Can Love like thine, or fail or change?
Come, Lord, &c.
6 But if thou tarriest, why muft I?
My God, what is this World to me? This World of Woe-hence let them fly, The Clouds that part my Soul and thee: Come, Lord, &c.
7 Why should this weary World delight, Or Sense th' immortal Spirit bind? Why fhould frail Beauty's Charms invite, The triffling Charms of Woman-kind? Come, Lord, &c.
8 A Sigh thou breath'ft into my Heart, And earthly Joys I view with Scorn: Far from my Soul, ye Dreams, depart, Nor mock me with your vain Return? Come, Lord, &c.
9 Sorrow, and Sin, and Loss, and Pain, Are all that here on Earth we fee:
Reftless, we pant for Ease in vain,
In vain-till Eafe we find in thee:
Come, Lord, &c.
10 Idly we talk of Harvest here,
Eternity our Harvest is:
Grace brings the great fabbatic Year,
When ripen'd into glorious Blifs:
Come, Lord, &c.
II O loose this Frame, Life's Knot untie,
That my freed Soul may ufe her Wing;
Now pinion'd with Mortality,
A weak, entangled, wretched Thing! Come, Lord, &c.
12 Why should I longer stay and groan!
The moft of me to Heav'n is filed:
My Thoughts and Joys are thither gone:
To all below I now am dead:
13 Come, deareft Lord, my Soul's Defire
With eager Pantings gafps for Home:
Thee, thee, my reftlefs Hopes require :
My Flesh and Spirit bid thee come:
Come, Lord, &c.
ESUS drinks the bitter Cup;
The Wine-prefs treads alone,
Tears the Graves and Mountains up
By his expiring Groan:
Lo! the Pow'rs of Heav'n he thakes;
Nature in Convulfion lies,
Earth's profoundest Centre quakes,
The great Jehovah dies!
2 Dics the glorious Caufe of all,
The true eternal Pan,
Falls to raife us from our Fall,
To raníom finful Man:
Well may Sol withdraw his Light,
With the Suff'rer sympathize,
Leave the World in fudden Night,
While his Creator dies.
3 Well may Heav'n be cloath'd with Black, And folemn Sackcloth wear,
Jefu's Agony partake,
The Hour of Darkness share:
Mourn th' aftonish'd Hofts above
Silence faddens all the Skies,
Kindler of leraphic Love,
The God of Angels dies.
4 O my God, he dies for me,
I feel the morta! Smart!
See him hanging on the Tree-
A Sight that breaks my Heart!
O that all to thee might turn!
Sinners, ye may love him too,
Look on him ye pierc'd, and mourn
For one who bled for you.
5 Weep o'er your Defire and Hope
With Tears of humbleft Loye;
Sing, for Jefus is gone up,
And reigns enthron'd above!
Lives our Head to die no more,
Power is all to Jefus giv'n;
Worfhipp'd as he was before,
Th' immortal King of Heav'n.
6 Lord, we blefs thee for thy Grace
And Truth which never fail,
Haft'ning to behold thy Face
Without a dimning Veil:
We fhall fee our heavenly King,
All thy glorious Love proclaim,
Help the Angel Choirs to fing
Our dear triumphant Lamb.
LAMB of God, whofe bleeding Love
We now recal to Mind,
Send the Anfwer from above,
And let us Mercy find:
Think on us who think on thee,
And ev'ry ftrugling Soul releafe:
O remember Calvary,
And bid us go in Peace.
2 By thine agonizing Pain,
And bloody Sweat we pray,
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