My touch and taste shall do the same,
When they receive the Lord.
3 Baptismal water is design'd
To seal his cleansing grace;
While, at his feast of bread and wine,
He gives his saints a place.

4 But not the waters of a floud
Can make my flesh so clean,
As, by his Spirit and his blood,
He'll wash my soul from sin.

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5 Not choicest meats, nor noblest wines,
So much my heart refresh,

As when my faith goes through the signs,
And feeds upon his flesh.

6 I love the Lord, who stoops so low,
To give his word a seal;

But the rich grace his hands bestow,
Exceeds the figures still.

HYMN 142. S. M.

Peckham. [b]
Faith in Christ our Sacrifice.
TOT all the blood of beasts,

NOT
On Jewish altars slain,

Could give the guilty conscience peace,
Or wash away the stain.

But Christ, the heavenly Lamb,
Takes all our sins away;

A sacrifice of nobler name,

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And richer blood than they. My faith would lay her hand On that dear head of thine,While like a penitent I stand, And there confess my sin. -4 My soul looks back to see

The burdens thou didst bear,When hanging on the cursed tree,And hopes her guilt was there. Believing, we rejoice

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To see the curse remove;

We bless the Lamb with cheerful voice,
And sing his bleeding love.

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HYMN 143. C. M. Hymn 2d. [b*]
Flesh and Spirit.

WHAT diffrent powers of grace and sin

Attend our mortal state l

I hate the thoughts that work within,
And do the works I hate.

p 2 Now I complain, and groan, and die,
While sin and Satan reign:

Now raise my songs of triumph high,
For grace prevails again.

-3 So darkness struggles with the light,
Till perfect day arise;

Water and fire maintain the fight,
Until the weaker dies.

4 Thus will the flesh and spirit strive,
And vex and break my peace;

o But I shall quit this mortal life, And sin for ever cease.]

HYMN 144. L. M. Old Hundred. [*] Effusions of the Spirit: Success of the Gospel. GREAT was the day the joy was great, When the divine disciples met;

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Whilst on their heads the Spirit came, And sat like tongues of cloven flame. e 2 What gifts, what miracles he gave ! And power to give, and power to save! Furnish'd their tongues with wondrous words, Instead of shields, and spears, and swords. -3 Thus arm'd, he sent the champions forth, From east to west, from south to north; d 'Go-and assert your Saviour's cause; 'Go-spread the myst'ry of his cross.' -4 These weapons of the holy war, Of what almighty force they areTo make our stubborn passions bow, And lay the proudest rebel low! 5 Nations, the learned and the rude, Are by those heavenly arms subdu'd: While Satan rages at his loss,

And hates the doctrine of the cross.

6 Great King of grace, my heart subdue,
I would be led in triumph too-

A willing captive to my Lord-
And sing the vict'ries of his word.

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HYMN 145. C. M. Barby. [*]
Sight through a Glass, and Face to Face
LOVE the windows of thy grace,
Through which my Lord is seen;

And long to meet my Saviour's face,
Without a glass between.

e 2 Oh, that the happy hour were come;
To change my faith to sight!

-I should behold my Lord at home,
In a diviner light.

o 3 Haste, any Beloved, and remove
These interposing days;

-Then shall my passions all be love,
And all my powers be praise.]

HYMN 146. L. M. Babylon. Carthage. [b] Vanity of Creatures; or, no Rest on Earth. 1MAN has a soul of vast desires;

He burns within with restless fires;
Toss'd to and fro, his passions fly
From vanity to vanity.

2 In vain on earth we hope to find
Some solid good to fill the mind:
We try new pleasures; but we feel
The inward thirst and torment still.
3 So when a raging fever burns,
We shift from side to side, by turns;
And 'tis a poor relief we gain,

To change the place, but keep the pain.
4 Great God, subdue this vicious thirst,
This love to vanity and dust;
Cure the vile fever of the mind,
And feed our souls with joys refin❜d.

HYMN 147. C. M. Barby. [*] The Creation of the World. Gen. 1. 1 ['NOW let a spacious world arise,'

Said the Creator Lord:

At once th' obedient earth and skies
Rose at his sovereign word.

2 (Dark was the deep: the waters lay
Confus'd, and drown'd the land;
He call'd the light; the new-born day
Attends on his command.

3 He bids the clouds ascend on high;
The clouds ascend, and bear
A wat❜ry treasure to the sky,
And float on softer air.

4 The liquid element below
Was gather'd by his hand;

The rolling seas together flow,

And leave the solid land.

5 With herbs and plants of flow'ry birth,
The naked globe he crown'd;

Ere there was rain to bless the earth,
Or sun to warm the ground.

6 Then he adorn'd the upper skies:
Behold the sun appears:

The moon and stars in order rise,
To mark out months and years.
7 Out of the deep th' almighty King
Did vital beings frame;

The painted fowls of ev'ry wing,
And fish of ev'ry name.)

8 He gave the lion and the worm,
At once, their wondrous birth;
And grazing beasts, of various form,
Rose from the teeming earth.

9 Adam was fram'd of equal clay,
Though sovereign of the rest;
Design'd for nobler ends than they,
With God's own image bless'd.
10 Thus glorious in the Maker's eye,
The young creation stood;

He saw the building from on high,
His word pronounc'd it good.

11 Lord, while the frame of nature stands,
Thy praise shall fill my tongue;

But the new world of

grace demands

A more exalted song.]

HYMN 148. C. M. Canterbury. St. Ann's. [b*]

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God reconciled in Christ.

DEAREST of all the names above,

My Jesus and my God

Who can resist thy heavenly love,
Or trifle with thy blood?

-2 'Tis hy the merits of thy death,
The Father smiles again :
'Tis by thine interceding breath
The Spirit dwells with men.

o 3 Till God in human flesh I see,
My thoughts no comfort find;

a The holy, just, and sacred Three
Are terrours to my mind.

e 4 But if Emmanuel's face appear,
My hope, my joy begins;
His name forbids my slavish fear,
His grace removes my sins.
-5 While Jews on their own law rely,
And Greeks of wisdom boast;

I love th' Incarnate Mystery,
And there I fix my trust.

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HYMN 149. C. M. Arundel. [*]
Honour to Magistrates.

ETERNAL Sovereign of the sky

And Lord of all below,

We mortals to thy Majesty

Our first obedience owe.

2 Our souls adore thy throne supreme,
And bless thy providence,
For magistrates of meaner name,
Our glory and defence.

3 (The crowns of all those princes shine, With rays above the rest,

Where laws and liberties combine,
To make the nation blest.)

4 Kingdoms on firm foundations stand,
While virtue finds reward;
And sinners perish from the land,
By justice and the sword.

5 Let Cæsar's due be ever paid

To Cæsar and his throne;

But consciences and souls were made
To be the Lord's alone.]

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HYMN 150. C. M. Plymouth. [b]
The Deceitfulness of Sin.

SIN has a thousand treach'rous arts
To practise on the mind;

With flatt'ring looks she tempts our hearts,
But leaves a sting behind.

2 With names of virtue she deceives The aged and the young;

And while the heedless wretch believes,

She makes his fetters strong.

3 She pleads for all the joys she brings.

And gives a 1.1 pretence;