Come from the hedges and highways,
And grace will find you room.

4 Thousands of fouls in glory now,
Were fed and feasted here ;

5

And thousands more, ftill on the way,
Around the board appear.

Yet is his houfe and heart fo large,

That thousands more may come ; Nor could the wide affembling world O'erfill the spacious room.

6 All things are ready; enter in,
Nor weak excuses frame;

Come, take your places at the feast,
And bless the Founder's name,

DODDRIDGE.

Hymn CCXXXV. Short Metre. [or]

The Law and Cofpel.

HE law by Mofes came,

TH

But peace and truth and love

Were brought by Chrift, a nobler name,
Defcending from above,

2 Amidft the house of God,

Their different works were done;

Mofes a faithful fervant ftood;

But Chrift a faithful Son.

3 Then to his new commands
Be ftrict obedience paid;
O'er all his Father's house he flands
The foy'reign and the head.

4 The man who durft despise
The law that Mofes brought;

Behold how terribly he dies
For his prefumptuous fault.
5 But forer vengeance falls
On that rebellious race,

Who hate to hear when Jefus calls,

And dare refift his grace.

WATTS.

Hymn CCXXXVI. Com. Metre. [* or b]

"THE

The Nerv Covenant.

HE promife of my Father's love
Shall stand forever good."

He faid; and gave his foul to death,
And feal'd the grace with blood.

-2 To this new cov'nant of thy word
I fet my worthlefs name;

I feal' th' engagement to the Lord,
And make my humble claim.

3 Thy light and ftrength and pard'ning grace, And glory fhall be mine;

My life and foul, my heart and flefh,
And all my powers be thine.

4 Thus will I join my foul to God
In everlafting bands;

And take the bleffings he bestows

With thankful heart and hands.

WATTS and DODDRIDGE.

Hymn CCXXXVII. Long Metre. [*]

The Reward of faithful Servants. Daniel xii. 3.

TR

HERE is a glorious world on high,
Refplendent with eternal day;

Faith views the blissful profpect nigh,
And God's own word reveals the way.

There fhall the fervants of the Lord
With never fading luftre shine;
Surprifing honour! large reward,
Conferr'd on man by love divine!
How happy then the truly wife,
Who learn and keep the facred road!-
How happy they whom Heav'n employs,
To turn rebellious men to God!

To win them from the fatal way, Where erring folly thoughtless roves; And that bleit righteoufnefs difplay, Which Jefus wrought, and God approves ! 5 The fhining firmament fhall fade, And fparkling ftars refiga their light; But thefe fhall know no change nor fhade, Forever fair, forever bright.

6 No fancy'd joy beyond the fky, No fair delufion is reveal'd;

'Tis God that speaks, who cannot lie,
And all his word muft be fulfill'd.

7 And fhall not thefe cold hearts of ours
Be kindled at the glorious view;
Come, Lord, awake our active powers,
Our feeble, dying ftrength renew.
8 On wings of faith and strong defire
O may our fpirits daily rife;
And reach at laft the fhining choir,
In the bright manfions of the fkies.

Mrs. STEELE,

Hymn CCXXXVIII. C. M. [or b]

TH

Death and Heaven.

HERE is a house not made by hands,
Eternal and on high;

And here my fpirit waiting ftands,
Till God fhall bid it fly.

2 Shortly this prifon of my clay
Muft be diffolv'd and fall;
Then, oh my foul, with joy obey
Thy heavenly Father's call.

3 'Tis he, by his almighty grace,
That forms thee fit for heaven;
And, as an earneft of the place,
Has his own Spirit given.

4 We walk by faith of joys to come;
Faith lives upon his word;
But whilst the body is our home,
We're abfent from the Lord.

'Tis pleafant to believe thy grace,
But we had rather fee;

We would be abfent from the flesh,
And prefent, Lord, with thee.

WATTS

Hymn CCXXXIX. Com. Metre, [b]

The Humiliation of Chrift. Ifaiah, liii.
THE Saviour comes! no outward pomp
Befpeaks his prefence nigh;

No earthly beauties in him fhine,

To draw the carnal eye.

2 Fair as a blooming, tender flower
Amidft the defart grows;

So flighted and defpis'd by man,
The heavenly Saviour rofe.

3 They held him as condemn'd by Heaven,
An outcaft from his God;

While for their fins he groan'd and bled

Beneath his Father's rod.

4 With finners in the duft he lay,
The rich a grave fupplied;
Unfpotted was his blamelefs life,
Unftain'd by fin he dy'd.
His foul, rejoicing, shall behold
The purchase of his pain;
And every finner by him fav'd
Shall blefs Meffiah's reign.

6 He died to bear the guilt of nien,
That fin might be forgiven;
He lives to blefs them, and defend,
And plead their caufe in heaven.
Scotch Paraphrafe.

bymn CCXL. Common Metre. [ or bl

The Refurrection of the Martyrs. Rev. vii.

"T

HESE glorious minds how bright they
Whence all their white array? [fhine!

How came they to the happy feats

Of everlasting day ?

2 From tort'ring pains to endless joys,

On fiery wheels they rode,

And ftrangely wafh'd their raiment white, In Jefus' dying bloed.

R