Hymn CXLIV. Common Metre. [*] L The Gafpel Invitation. ET every mortal ear attend, The trumpet of the gofpel founds, 2 Ho! all ye hungry, ftarving fouls, 3 Eternal Wisdom has prepar'd And bids your longing appetites 4 Ho ye that pant for living streams, Here you may quench your raging thirst Rivers of love and mercy here Like floods of milk and wine. 6 O Lord, the treafures of thy love 7 The happy gates of gospel grace WATTS. Hymn CXLV. Long Metre. [or] True Charity. ET men of high conceit and zeal Their fervours and their faith proclaim; If charity be wanting ftill, The rest is but a founding name. 2 Patient and meek fhe suffers long, 4 Her neighbour's infamy and ill 5 This is the grace that reigns on high, When hope fhall in enjoyment die, Hymn CXLVI. Long Metre. SMART The Conquest of Michael over the Dragon. Appointed by the eternal King, To fight the battles of our God. 3 Down to the earth was Satan thrown, Down from the fkies, to rife no more. WATTS. Hymn CXLVII. Common Metre. [orb] Frail Bodies, and God our Preferver. ET others boast how strong they be, But we'll confefs, O Lord, to thee, 2 Fresh as the grafs, our bodies ftand, 3 Our flesh contains a thousand springs, Strange! that a harp of thoufand ftrings 4 But 'tis our God fupports our frame, Salvation to th' almighty Name That rear'd us from the dust. 5 Whilft we have breath, or ufe our tongues, Our Maker we'll adore; His Spirit moves our heaving lungs, WATTS. Hymn CXLVIII. Short Metre. Lorb] L Catholicifm. ET party names no more The Chriftian world o'erfpread; Gentile and Jew, and bond and free Are one in Chrift their head. 2 Among the faints on earth, Let mutual love be found; Heirs of the fame inheritance, With mutual bleffings crown'd. 3 Let envy, child of hell, Be banish'd far away; Thofe fhould in strictest friendship dwell, 4 Thus will the church below Refemble that above; Where ftreams of pleasure always flow, And every heart is love. BEDDOME. Hymn CXLIX. Common Metre. [ ar b] Charity greater than Faith or Hope. All their religion is a dream, 2 Love fuffers long with patient eye, 3 Malice and rage, thofe fires of hell, 4 5 She ne'er defires nor feeks to know She lays her own advantage by, Love is the grace that keeps her power There faith and hope are known no more, WATTS Hymn CL. Common Metre. [* or b L Sincerity. ET thofe who bear the chriftian name The faints, the followers of the Lamb, True to the folemn oaths they take, 3 Still with their lips, their hearts agree |