Hymns composed on several subjects, and on divers occasions: In three parts. : With an alphabetical table. / By R. Davis ... ; Some of the hymns composed by other hands.

HYMN I.

OUR Lord and Head we saw did fall a Sacrifice for us; We by his Stripes are heal'd whilst he was bruis'd and wounded thus.

Some for a Friend would, may be, Dye, But who would for a Foe? Yet Jesus pour'd his Soul to Death for us whil'st we were so.

Behold how great this dying Love! O here was Love indeed! To manifest such boundless Love the Son of God must bleed!

How did whips, nails, and thorns tear off and rend his blessed Flesh! We in his Ordinance now saw our bruised Lord afresh.

But O! how was his wounded Soul by mighty Vengeance rent! What tortures from his Fathers Hand? what pangs he underwent?

'Twas Love to Rebels, such as we made him to undergo ('Tho in himself most innocent;) such Tortures, Pain, and Woe.

O hearts of Flint, why don't you melt? bow down our Souls, bow down; Let such amazing Grace prevail; O! let it wear the Crown.

Awake, awake, our Soules to love, to love this Lovely one: And everlasting praises sing to him upon the Throne.

HYMN II.

HOw did the glorious Heaven smile When God to Man was reconcil'd! How he his Rebels did devise should meet him in a Sacrifice!

He on a bruised Jesus swore, He would be wroth with him no more; no nor with us that are in Christ our representing great high Priest.

In Christ's divided parts he meets, And there with Love eternal greets: enriches them with Glorious Grace, and everlasting Arms embrace.

By wondrous Commutations, thus He caus'd the Vengeance due to us fall on his Son, who in our stead both Satisfyed, dy'd and Bled.

His Barbed Arrows struck him through, Whilst we escape the deadly Blow: thus he was pleas'd to bruise his Son, lest wretched we should be undone.

HYMN III.

HOsanna to the Holy one! Unto the Lamb upon the Throne! come let us Hallelujah sing, unto the great immortal King!

He sav'd us with his God-like Blood, He wash't us in that purest Flood; our Conscience bath'd hath in that bath, and purg'd out thence Sin, Hell, & Wrath.

Wee feed on him, our Flesh and bone; Thereby embodyed into one; in him made one with's Father too: who can this God-like Glory shew!

How did the Father take delight His dearest Son to bruise, and smite, to free us from the Hellish snare! O! glorious Love beyond compare!

He now the choicest Wine lets run, And feeds with us upon his Son: his Spikenard casts a pleasant Smell; O! let us in his praises dwell!

We at his Table Drank and Eat; We fed were with the Finest Wheat: what choicest Dainiets did he dish! O! was there ever Love like this!

What Tast in Heaven hath this Chear, If that it be so pleasant here, where we shall Drink the newest Wine! what manner O! of Love is thine!

Hosannahs! Hallelujahs ring! O beauteous Jesus! Glorious King! bottomless Love! O boundless Grace! O Glory! Glory! Glory! Praise.

HYMN IV.

THe Story of eternal Love, the Spirit told by Bread and Wine; That boundless, ever-lasting Love that thro' a dying Christ did shine.

We do shew forth his Death below, and he shews forth his Death above: He, to keep flowing down his Grace, and we to see, rejoyce, and Love.

Melchizadeck did Abram meet, with Bread and Wine, the Kings be'ng slain; But our Melchizadeck meets us whilst in the heat of Wars and pain.

This speaks unfathom'd Love indeed, love from eternity begun: A boundless current in a Round, that to Eternity will run.

Christ loves and pou'rs his Soul to Death; the more the Fathers heart doth move To Christ; and Christ doth love the more: O! here's a Glorious Round of Love!

Tis in this Love we're swallow'd up, and shall be swallow'd in for aye: This is the Ocean, Banner, Shade, this is the bright eternal Day.

This God of Love in Christ, belov'd; this God of Grace we will adore, We'l praise, and honour, and admire now and henceforth, forevermore.

HYMN V.

RAvishing Mercy! wondrous Love! O! come and tast, and see: O wretched Sinner as I am! did Jesus die for me!

Eternity will scarce suffice t' admire this great decree: 'Twas from Eternity decreed that Christ should bleed for me.

What Storyes of Eternal Love Christs bleeding Sides do tell! Loves great Epistle he did Write in lines of Blood so well.

His Mercy, Goodness, Grace and Love flow'd in those purple Streams To us that so rebellious were: we seem like those in Dreams!

Ravishing Food! dilicious Wine! the Flesh and Blood of Christ! With Joy and Strength we feed upon the Sacrifice and Priest.

O! Hallelujah, Glory, Power, and Honour be to Thee; Thy God and Father, and ours too, and Spirit Eternally!

HYMN VI.

WE Drunk the Wine, th' Fruit of the Vine, the Vine that is most true; Hereafter we with Christ shall be, and then shall Drink it new.

These are the Daintyes of free Grace, and Love's dilicious Fare; The Flesh and Blood oth' Son of God: O Love beyond compare!

His God-like Death for us hath wrought a Garment bright and fair, In which we're Spotless without fault: O Love beyond compare!

He comes to reign; Hell is in Pain, their Teeth the wicked quash; Our Lord is nigh, and they shall Feel his Rod and Iron-lash.

But underneath his Shadow, we shall of his bounty share, Ravish't with Kisses of his Love: O! what a Feast is there!

Fain would we be at home with thee, our dearest Jesus, fain; That in th' embraces of thy Love, we ever might remain.

Love and free Grace, come move apace; with Love Heart-sick we be: O Soul-amazing Shining Love! O! why to such as we!

HYMN VII.

WHat Glorious Sacrifice is this our Lord and we do feed upon! O what a Banquet's this of Love, to feed upon his only Son!

To eat of his most glorious Flesh, O! this is Heav'nly Manna 'ndeed! To have communion with that Blood the Son of God for us did Bleed!

United to the Son of Man with that great God we union have; What-ever in the name of Christ we ask, we certainly shall have.

He prays for us, we pray in him, we rule and triumph in our Head: Our mutual Animosities did Bleed to Death with him that Bled.

Then let us melt with our dear Lord, i'th' reconciling Sacrifice: Cast our Rebellious weapons down at his blest Feet, if we are wise.

H••sannah to the God of Love! H••sannah to the highest one! H••sannah to the Prince of Life, that sits with pow'r upon the Throne!

HYMN VIII.

NE're did the Glory of free Grace so shine, as in our dying Friend. When he transgression finished, and of Sin fully made an end.

Behold, how God the Father lov'd! behold how Jesus lov'd indeed! Twas Love to us triumph't ore all, when that the Lamb of God did Bleed.

Our Garments whitened with his Blood, his Love; how plesant is the shade! Thus in the Fountain bath'd are we, and Kings, and Priests to God are made.

O never! never! did high Love so greatly flow and stream afore, As it flow'd from our Jesus Sides, and stream'd forth in his Purple gore.

O! fill us, fill us with thy Loves: we thirsty are; let's drink our fill: Let's quench our thirst in pard'ning Blood in pard'ning Blood our Lord did spill.

Our dearest! dearest! dearest Friend! our pretious Husband! lovly! sweet! Let's hang in thy embraces Lord; let's wash, and whipe, and kiss thy Feet.

Thou overcomest with thy Love O! thou dost ravish with thy Grace: Behold, how beautiful and bright's the glory of thy lovely Face!

O let's admiring alwayes Stand! O let's adoring prostrate Fall! O boundless! free! rich! glorious Grace in Christ! and Christ is all in all.

Eternal Glory, Thanks and Praise be to our Husband, and our Lord: Still let us celebrate his Praise, and glorious Acts with one accord.

HYMN IX

TEll us, O Jesus, dost thou Love? and dost thou Love indeed? Why do we ask? did we not see thy Love just now to Bleed?

What greater Love than bleeding Love! O Love most ravishing! This Song of Love when we're above we shall forever Sing.

We saw thy Love flow from thy Heart now in thy Blood that streams; It was such overcoming Love we were like those in Dreams.

O! who can tell the Heart of Christ in all his Glory now, To his belov'd, distressed ones in mid'st of Storms below.

Thy heart's the same as er'e it was, as sull of Love and Grace; There's the same pity as er'e was in thy exalted Face.

Why must we turn away our Eyes? thine Image we do bear: O! what does ravish thee? it is thy Beauty which we wear.

If beams from thee that dart on us so Sparkling be and bright; What must the Sun it self be, to the Darkness of the Night?

Who can behold thy Glory, Lord! thy glorious Love, who can! Eternity it self is not sufficient it to scan.

Flame out our Love with hottest Flames to our beloved Lord: Rest under his Loves Shadow, which surpasses Jonahs Gourd.

The World's a stormy raging-Sea, let's harbour in his Love; Thence we shall laugh at storms & waves, no Tempest shall us move.

Now him that is our safe retreat, and him that is our Peace Let's love and honour, praise, admire, and let us never cease.

HYMN X.

HOw clean are we, now we are bath'd in Jordans Living Floud! What shining Kings and Priests we stand wash't in Christ's God-like Blood!

The Lamb i'th'midst o'th'Throne of Grace us now hath freely Fed; And by his Spirit down hath sent from Heav'n the living Bread.

The living Streams o'th'upper Springs he freely did bestow: We of the Fountain freely Drank that from his Heart did flow.

He bids us Drunken be with Loves, with Loves so bottomless; With Loves that stream so freely down, (the Ocean not the less.)

The Lovely Jesus is all Love, all Mercy, Truth, all Grace; He's white and ruddy: Majesty and Meekness fills his Face.

Sing Hallelujahs to the Lamb! the Lamb most pure and bright: Whose voice does thunder from the Throne whose Eyes are flaming Light.

Let's Love, admire, adore, embrace this Lovely one so fair; Whose Grace and Person all transcends, and are beyond compare.

HYMN XI.

BEhold our well-beloved's come, more excellent than mounts of prey; Or'e mighty Hills of Unbelief, and guilt of Sin, he pav'd his way.

He like the Roe has nimbly trip't to shew to us his glorious Face; And thro' the Lettice of his Flesh darts down on us his Fathers Grace.

Hark! hark! how our beloved speaks, what ravishing! what melting Voice! He says, Rise up my Love, my fair, mine and my Fathers only choice.

Rise up my fairest, come away, rise, follow me, Dove, without fear; The Dark distressing Winter's o're, the pleasant Spring does now appear.

The Birds do sing, my Children ring most joyous peals of my free Grace; The Flowers appear, their Graces are most shining bright each in its place.

The Turtles Voice is in our Land; the des late Gospel does break forth To singing in the midst of you, and causes many a heav'nly Birth.

The Fig-tree putteth forth green Figs, for numerous your converts are; Your tender Grapes give a good smell; your Converts Grace is choice & rare.

Lord what are we, thy Love, thy fair? such filthy wretched ones as we? O Love! O Love! O wondrous Grace! come! we'l arise and follow thee.

Great things thine Arm hath done 'mong us, such Love and Favour did'st thou shew, Who would not rise and follow thee? such Mighty Cords of Love do draw.

Now to our well bel••ved Lord, let's Sing a well tun'd Song of praise: Glory and Honour let's ascribe, O let's ascribe to him always.

HYMN XII.

O Choicest Banquet! rarest Wine! O Soul-reviving Blood! O Table well spread with Heav'nly Bread! O delicatest Food!

What glorious company was here! the Fa•…•…er, Spirit, Son, And a great Troop of shining ones embodyed into one.

O grace! free grace! rich glorious grace! foundation and topstone In great Redemption's Building, and it's cementing alone.

O Mercy, Goodness, Peace dish't up! O glorious Bill of fare! O Love, the Garnishing of all! O Love beyond compare!

Who would not love the King of Saints? who would not love the Lord? Thy Person is all beautiful; how Honey-sweet thy word!

Who would not praise thee Zions King, and trumpet forth thy Fame! Who art with richest Glory 'ray'd, how well perfum'd thy Name!

Still Honour Glory and Renown be given unto thee: Hosannah's! Hallelujahs! Sing to all Eternity.

HYMN XIII.

DEar Lord, we in thy comlyness, like Sharons Rose, do smell & bud, And like the Lilies of the Vale, appear most beautiful and good.

Hark! Hark! what our dear Lord replies, as Lilies shoot up among Thorns, So does my Love, my Church, my Spouse in spite of false Professors harms.

Those that themselves my Daughters all, like prickly Thorns would stab thee thro'; Yet midst those thorny Daughters thou shalt like the Vally Lily grow.

Thanks, dearest Jesus; are we then i'th' midst of Thorns, thy fair, thy Dove? How art thou like the Apple-tree, the Glory of the shady Grove?

As pleasant Pipins among Crabs, so 'mong the Sons is our belov'd; Fairer than all the Sons of Men, the perfect Captain well approv'd.

We thy refreshing Shadow had, thy loving Righteousness, and Love; We shall with constant joyes be fill'd, if here we fit and never move.

And here we eat thy pleasant Fruits, thy pleasant Fruits of Righteousness: How pleasant to our tast are these! Assurance, Peace, and Quietness.

Pleas'd with the goodness of these Fruits, Let us our Donor praise and bless; Our dearest Husband, Lord and Head, Jehovah our great Righteousness.

HYMN XIV.

O Love! O boundless Love of God! stupendious Love and Grace! We in a bleeding Jesus saw, we saw in Jesus Face.

The King of Glory has been here revealing Mighty Love, In Conscience Banquets feasting with his undefiled Dove.

Hark in what tendrest Speech of Love he doth his Heart bewray! My Love, my Dove, my undefil'd, make hast and come away.

The Winter's past, the Rain is gone, the Flowers do appear; The time is come for Birds to Sing, the Turtle you may hear.

The Fig-tree Glories in green Figs, in tender Grapes the Vine; Arise my Love, my fair one, come and drink my Spiced Wine.

I am into my Garden come my Sister, and my Bride; I've brought my Honey, Myrrh and Spice my Milk and Wine beside.

Come eat, O Friends, yea welcome, to these daintyes from above; Beloved drink abundantly, come drink large draughts of Love.

Open to me my Love, my Dove, my Sister undefil'd; My Locks with fruitful drops o'th' Night my Head with Dew is fill'd.

Let us be wise, and now arise; what language Lord is this! In words so ravishing dost thou thy self to us express?

O let's arise and follow thee, lest thou withdraw'st again; And we thy absence several Years mourn and deplore in vain.

HYMN XV.

THey're Songs of Love they sing above, and why not we like them? No Tongue be dumb: for we are come to th' new Jerusalem:

Clad now with white and shining bright garments of Righteousness; Girdles of Gold our Loyns do hold, and bind on fast our Dress.

We stand upon that Ocean, that glassy fiery Sea; The Blood of Christ, that great high Priest the Spirit does apply.

Let's touch the golden Harps of God with Wire immortal strung; And let us sing to our great King, let's sing the Lambs new Song.

Thanks be to thee, the Victory we have obtain'd or'e Sin; And Father, thou hast made us more than Conquerours in him.

This Crucifyed Lord let's praise, and magnify his worth; This blessed Root of Jesse's Stem, his Glory let's set forth.

Immortal Honour, Wisdom, Strength, unto the Lamb are due; This bleeding Lamb, this reigning Lord, this Holy, Righteous true.

This Heav'nly Manna's to our tast like Cakes of Honey sweet: How Pleasant is this streaming Rock which still our Paths doth meet!

Come Jesus move, we're sick of Love; why stay thy Chariot wheels? We pine away while thou dost stay, our Souls thy absence feel.

Thy Mouth's sweet Kiss let us not miss, thy love transcends all Wine; But O! what Musick do we hear when thou saist I am thine!

Still let's have more, still more of thee; we ne're enough can have: Our jealousy's as strong as Death, as cruel as the Grave.

Dominion, Power, and Majesty, Thanksgiving, Glory, Praise, In endless Songs, angelick Strains, and never ceasing Layes,

Be unto him that Loved us, and wash'd us with his Blood, And made us Kings and Priests unto his Father and our God.

HYMN XVI.

WHo's this that doth from Eilom come with Garments dyed Red, With Scarlet Robes from Bozrah, he O how apparelled!

That Travels in his Mighty strength? what answer O he gave! 'Tis I that speak in Righteousness, and Mighty am to save.

Why's thy Apparel colour'd so, thy Garments dyed Red, Like them that on the Vintage work, or do the Wine fat tread?

The Wine-press of his Fathers wrath he all alone hath trod; Oth' People there was none with him when he was smote of God

Awake O brandish't Sword of God against my only Son, Tho' Spotless he and Innocent no violence has done.

He's as a Lamb to'th' slaughter led, yea as a shearing Sheep He quietly yeilds up his Breath, and still doth silence keep.

He freely did to Death submit, and did most willingly Pains, Tortures, Lashes, Stripes endure, for Rebels such as we.

HYMN XVII.

IMmortal Honour, Glory, Pow'r, Strength, Wisdom, Riches, Might, Be to the reigning Lamb above, that dwells in brightest Light.

To him that wash'd us in his Blood, who having lov'd us first; To him that was made sin for us, and was for us accurst.

Who feeds us with his God like flesh and drinks us with his Blood; Uniting Faith most choicely feeds, and drinks the Wine that's good.

Who would not love the dearest Lord, most Lovely, Bright, and Fair? Thy love to us all love transcends; thou art beyond compare.

How pleasant was this Fruit to us, and language full of Grace! Delightful was the company: how lovely was his Face!

O well beloved Jesus, fill'd with Glory, Grace, and Truth; All Grace is pour'd upon thy Lips: thou hast the Dew of Youth.

O when shall we come unto thee, home to our Fathers House; Where thou'lt refine the choicest Wine for thy beloved Spouse.

Who would not Honour, and admire? who would not thee adore? Who would not throw their Crown below down prostrate thee before?

Hast sweetest Jesus, hast away, thy rightful Throne ascend, Possess thy Nations, fill thy Church with Glory without end.

HYMN XVIII.

BEhold the bleeding Lord of Life, planted with Arrows like a Grove; Planted with Darts of Vengeance thus: O Friends, what manner then of Love!

Wounded by his dear Fathers Sword; betrayd most falsly with a Kiss; By Kindsmen, followers murther'd thus; what manner, O! of Love is this!

Behold the bloody Clodders fall; his pierced Sides, and Temples bleed: For Sinners thus he's drench't in's Blood: and is not this then Love indeed!

Behold the anguish of his Soul; thy Sword O Justice stabs him thro: For us, vile Rebels, this he bore; how did our Jesus love! O how!

To torments thus resigns his Soul: our Husband dearly purchases A filthy, and a wretched Bride; what manner, O! of Love was this!

To dye for worst of enemies; O! this was an amazing Friend! What manner Lord of love was thine! how didst thou boundless Love commend!

The Father bruis'd his darling Son, and took delight to wound him sore: Our Fathers love unto us shone thro' the slain Jesus purple Gore.

His Sorrows, Anguish, Blood, and Death, electing Grace did cause to shine: What, bruise for us thy darling Son! what manner, O! of Love was thine!

O here is Love! here's Love indeed! eternal, and electing Love: A Love that does no limits know, that never changes, never moves.

What e're we do, this boundless Love runs an eternal Stream of bliss; The Flouds of Sin this Love can't quench: what manner, O! of Love is this!

This Love the greatest torments bore; this Love did groan, this Love did Bleed; Our Lover thus wept bloody Tears: behold how Jesus lov'd indeed!

HYMN XIX.

God from eternity decreed, to feast in Love with us this Night, To feed with us now on his Son, and Father, so thou tookst delight.

And didst thou set him then apart to be the Victim of our peace? Swearing on him by thy great self, thy Love to us should never cease?

Then our dear Jesus swore for us, we ne're rebell should as a'fore; And that recov'red was, should ne're deface his Glory any the more.

All his Engagements and his Bonds were sealed by his dying Breath: Our Peace and Life are ratify'd unalterable in his Death.

We now renew our League with thee, clasp't in thy reconciled Arms: We in our bleeding Jesus saw thy Love, and Mercy's potent charms.

How Fat the feast! how rich the Wine! how pleasant was the Company! We fed on Christ, we drank his Blood, whilst with us sat the glorious three.

Adored Goodness! ravish't Love! in Streams of Love let's dip us then; The Fountains of the mighty Deeps break up and deluge o're ag'en.

To Heav'n our Faith was mounted up; we are impatient of delay: Thy coming hasten Lord to us, or let us hast to thee away.

Why doth thy Chariot, (pav'd with Grace, and Love) so soft, so slowly move? Mean while with Flagons comfort us: dear Jesus, we are sick of Love.

HYMN XX.

SIng Hallelujahs! to the Lamb that reigns for evermore; Who made us spotless by his Blood, and very bright all o're.

Our Tongues be then the Spirits Pen, that readily may write: To sound aloud the Lambs high praise, the Spirit will indite.

What an immortal melody fills the high Heavens now! Joyn in Seraphick Symphony you in this Room below:

Distinguishing, and endless Love, is the great Song above; And let us then that are below sing stories of his Love.

The Lord of Heaven Heaven left, Grace boundless to declare; His Fathers Bosom left to tell what thoughts of Love there are.

Why cam'st thou down to dwell in Flesh? tell dearest Jesus, pray; Was't to impart thy Fathers Heart to wretched lumps of Clay?

Why was't thou poor? a Man of grief, that heavy Vengeance bore? Why was't thou smitten thus and bruis'd? why wast thou wounded sore?

Why in such bitter agony? why bloody clodders fall? Why didst thou drink the Cup of Wrath, and drink up Dregs and all?

Hark, what our bleeding Lord replies, hark what his Wounds reply, This was to testify my Love from all Eternity.

My Fathers Love does shine in mine; my Groans his Love indite; Eternal, and electing Love my Streaming Blood does write.

Electing Grace my dying Breast did very loudly preach: The Fathers, Sons, and Spirits Love thus Jesus Death did teach.

Our bleeding Lord, was it thus then? let's view thy bleeding Sides: Here's Love indeed! flow up our Love like overflowing Tides.

Our Jesus now thou'rt glorifyed; but is thy Love the same? Yes, says he, towards you it burns now with as high a Flame.

Sing Hall elujahs! praise, adore, bless: All he does above Is for us Sinners; and all ore high Offices of Love.

HYMN XXI.

NOw underneath thy Shadow, we sat down with great delight: How pleasant was the tast of thee! how lovely was the sight!

We cannot brook thy absence Lord, but we are sick of Love; Embrace thou always in thy Arms thy Sister, Spouse, and Dove.

That we no more may hunger, give us of this Bread to eat; And no more thirst, give of this Drink so cherishing, so sweet.

Lord, mount our Faith, we may embrace thee in thy bruised Son; And in thy Bosom lye, who is with thee O Father, one.

O let us Sing mount Zion's Song sing Hallelujahs! Sing (Who now with us at Table sits) to th' great immortal King;

Head over all Jehovah, high the Prince of Peace, the Son, The reigning Lamb by whose Blood, we do fight and overcome.

HYMN XXII.

O! never was a Face so marr'd, as that of our dear Lord! When Justice turn'd aside from us, and in him sheath'd his Sword.

Why thus rejected, and despis'd? why thus afflicted sore? He underneath our sorrows groan'd it was our griefs he bore.

Why without form, and comeliness, or beauty to be seen? It was for us, that Vengeance made those Wounds with Arrows keen.

Why did he grieve? why did he groan? Pour forth such Tears, and Cryes? The maul of Justice bruis'd him sore for our Iniquities.

And was he then for us chastiz'd that we might Peace procure; And was his bloody, gashly Stripes our healing and our cure?

What manner then of Love was this! yea what transcendent Love! Still he loves such, yea still as much now that he reigns above.

And did the Father take our sin and charge it all on him? And was the Father greatly pleas'd to bruise him for our sin?

What manner then of Love was this the Father had for us, When for such filthy Dust as we he Wounds his darling thus!

For ever be the Father prais'd! Hosanna's to the Son! Yea Hallelujahs to the Lamb! the holy righteous one.

HYMN XXIII.

CHrist is the pretious Treasury, where Grace is laid in store, More fully to be handed out unto the Blind and Poor.

The mighty distance sin had caus'd between our Lord and us, Is by this dying Sacrifice our Christ abolish'd thus.

The distance 'tween th' Eternal God and finite clods of Clay, God is come down to dwell in Flesh, to do in part away.

All Homage now is pay'd to God, in Jesus Christ our head; All that we want is stor'd in him: he is the living Bread.

He is the living Waters sent; who ever drinks of him, As he is cleans'd and wash'd from sin, so never thirsts agen.

O! do you want eternal Grace? one in your nature has't; Go to your Brother Joseph's House, his pleasant Dainties tast.

Nay, eat beloved, eat; O drink, and drink abundantly, This is our glorious Masters call, this our Beloved's cry.

HYMN XXIV.

THou worthy, O Jehovah, art Pow'r, Glory, Honour, to receive It was thy pleasure thus to love, and thus to make us to believe.

O bleeding Lamb upon the Throne! our Feast and Sacrifice this night; Awful like many Waters noise like burning Brass, most shining bright.

'Tis thine to ope the sealed Book, and reign ore Death, ore Hell, ore Sin: Ope thou our Conscience chained Doors, and King of Glory enter in.

For thou was't slain, and hast redeem'd us by thy Death and precious Blood, From among Kindreds, Nations, Tongues, and made us People to our God.

Lord by redeeming thou hast made us spotless Kings and Priests to him; And having wash't us in his Blood, our God in us will see no sin.

We Kings and Priests ith' royal Robe of Christ's bright righteousness set forth, Shall reign with Christ ath' Judgment Day, and reign e're long with him on Earth.

Worthy's the Lamb that hath been slain, and now doth sit upon the Throne Of Glory, Blessing, Honour, Pow'r Wisdom and strength to him alone.

HYMN XXV.

I Underneath his shadow sat with pleasure and delight: His Fruit unto my tast was sweet and fair unto my sight.

I look'd and tasted with delight; I manna fed upon: My Meat and Drink it was the Flesh and Blood oth' Fathers Son.

I look'd and view'd by Faith, until my Soul was sick of Love: Love's banner he continually display'd my Head above.

I view'd by Faith those stretcht out Arms that nail'd were to the Tree, Stand open wide for me his Bride, tho' a vile wretch I be.

I view'd a Cup of Vengeance, in my dearest Jesus Hand: There did I spy most pleasantly that he at Gods Command,

Most freely drank the bitter Cup my sin prepar'd for him; That I might have a Cup prepar'd top full of Grace to th' brim.

O then my Soul! swim in those depths of Love, that rise so high; That Sin and Death and Hell can't stop it's Stream eternally.