2 Still we wait for thine appearing,
Life and joy thy beams impart ;
Chafing all our fears, and chearing
Ev'ry poor benighted heart;
Come, and manifeft the favour
GOD hath for our ransom'd race,
Come, thou univerfal Saviour,
Come, and bring thy gospel-grace.
3 Save us in thy great compaffion,
O thou mild pacific Prince!
Give the knowledge of falvation,
Give the pardon of our fins!
By thine all-reftoring merit,
Ev'ry burden'd foul release;
Ev'ry weary, wand'ring fpirit
Guide into thy perfect peace.

8 HYMN 24.

HOW

ZECHARIAH xiii. 1.

OW fad our ftate by nature is!
Our fin how deep it ftains!
And Satan binds our captive fouls
Faft in his flavifh chains.

2 But there's a voice of fov'reign grace
Sounds from God's facred word
Ho! ye despairing finners, come,
And truft upon the LORD.

3 O may we hear th' Almighty call,
And run to this relief;

We wou'd believe thy promife; LORD;
help our unbelief!

4 To the bleft fountain of thy blood, Teach us, O LORD! to fly:

There may we wash our spotted fouls,
From crimes of deepest dye !

5 Stretch out thine arm, victorious King!
Our reigning fins fubdue;
Drive the old dragon from his feat,
And form our fouls anew.

6 Poor, guilty, weak, and helpless worms, On thy kind arm we fall;

Be thou our strength and righteousness, Our JESUS and our all,

HYMN

25.

Í s À. xl. 29.

1 SON of GOD, thy bleffing grant ; Still fupply my ev'ry want;

Tree of life thine influence fhed, With thy fap my fpirit feed. 2 Tend'reft branch, alas! am I; Wither without thee, and die Weak as helplefs infancy, O confirm my foul in thee! 3 Unfuftain'd by thee, Ifall; Send the ftrength for which I call! Weaker than a bruifed reed, Help I ev'ry moment need. 4 All my hopes on thee depend, Love me, fave me to the end! Give me the continuing grace; Take the everlasting praise !

HYMN 26.

MIRACLES APPLIED.

LORD! to whom for help I call,
Thy miracles repeat

With pitying eye behold me fall

A leper at thy feet.

2 Lothesome, and foul, and self-abhorr'd, I fink beneath my fin;

But, if thou wilt, a gracious word
Of thine can make me clean.

3 Thou feeft me deaf to thy commands;
Open, O LORD! mine ear;
Bid me stretch out my wither'd hands,
And lift them up in pray'r.

4 Silent, (alas! thou know'ft how long!) My voice I cannot raise ;

But Ó! when thou fhalt loose my tongue,
The dumb shall fing thy praise,

5 Lame, at the pool I ftill am found,
Give, and my strength employ;
Light as an hart I then fhall bound,
The lame fhall leap for joy.

6 Blind from my birth to guilt and thee, And dark I am within;

The love of GOD I cannot fee,
Nor finfulness of fin,

7 But

7 But thou, they fay, art paffing by, O let me find thee near!

JESUS, in mercy hear my cry,
"Thou Son of DAVID, hear !"

8 Long have I waited in the way, For thee, the heav'nly Light; Command me to be brought, and say, "Sinner, receive thy fight.":

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HYMN 27. THE SAME.

JESU, REDEEMER, SAVIOUR, LORD,
The weary finner's friend,

Come to my help, pronounce the word,
Bid my corruptions end.

2 Thou canst o'ercome this heart of mine, Thou canft victorious prove;

For everlasting strength is thine,
And everlasting love.

3 Thy pow'rful Spirit can fubdue
Unconquerable fin;

Cleanfe my foul heart, and make it new,
And write thy law within.

4 Bound down with twice ten thousand ties, Yet let me hear thy call,

My foul in confidence fhall rife,
Shall rife and break thro' all.
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5 Speak, and the deaf fhall hear thy voice, The blind his fight receive,

The dumb in fongs of praife rejoice,
The heart of ftone believe,

6 The Æthiop then fhall change his skin,
The dead fhall feel thy pow'r;
The lothefome leper fhall be clean,
And I fhall fin abhor..

SPIRITUAL BARREN NESS.

MOST righteous God, my doom I bear,
My load of guilt, my pain and care,
Inflav'd to bafe defires;

Hard toiling for imbitter'd bread,
I mourn my barren foul o'erfpread
With curfed thorns and briers.

2 Death's fentence in myself receive,
And duft to duft already cleave,
Exil'd from Paradife
Haft'ning to hellish mifery,

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JESUS, if unredeem'd by thee,D
My foul for ever dies!

3 But JESUS hath my fentence borne,
He did in my affliction mourn,
A man of forrows made
A fervant and a curfe for me,
He bore the utmost penalty,
He fuffer'd in my stead.