FATHER of Christ our Lord,
A gracious ear afford,
When with imperfect lays
The wid'wers give thee praife:
A. For having from eternity
Elected us, through mercy free,
In Chrift to endless happiness,
Which this life's troubles far out-weighs :
O turn to us thy countenance,
Amidft our wants and indigence.
Amen.
1. Thanks for thy kind paternal love,
Which we in Christ so richly prove,
That we our trust upon thy grace
With filial confidence can place;
2. That thou for Jefu's fake wilt blefs
Our Choir unto the end of days,
Since we're in him belov'd by thee,
And share his gifts abundantly,
L. 3. As children by the Comforter
Taught, to cry Abba without fear,
And who are clothed in the dress
Of thy Son's blood-bought righteousness.
A. 4. Give us new tokens, Lord, we pray,
Of thy great goodness ev'ry day,
With thy paternal faithfulness
And boundless mercy us embrace.
5. Thy joyful Spirit, which doth cry,
Abba, and Jefus glorify,
Teach us, while here on earth we are,
To fpend our time in praise and pray'r:
6. When we go to the fanctuary,
For us and for the Church to pray,
Grant our requests for Jefu's fake,
And let us of thy grace partake.
7. Jefus, thou flaughter'd Lamb of God,
Who didft affume our flesh and blood,
L. And by thy blood, for finners fhed,
Haft for the world a ranfom paid;
A. 8. Prefent us to thy Father, Lord,
As thy own purchase and reward,
That he may own us graciously,
And over us rejoice in thee.
9. O lead us daily by the hand,
Till we shall reach the promis'd land,
Let us in need be ne'er depriv'd
Of comforts from thy death deriv'd.
Thus fhall we, fill'd with joy and peace,
Proceed t' enjoy that happiness,
Which here to us is freely giv'n,
And which the ranfom'd hofts in Heav'n,
Who worshipping 'fore thee appear,
For ever in thy prefence fhare.
THEE, holy triune God!
We magnify and laud;
Accept the worfhip, thanks, and praise
Of us, thy wid'wers, for the grace,
Which thou fo richly haft display'd
To us in Chrift, our Lord and Head!
Amen.
1. O Father, thee we thank and praise,
Who pitiedft us, a fallen race,
And gav'it thy dear and only Son,
For us loft finners to atone.
2. Remember now his wounds and cross,
And be a father unto us;
A. Crown us with mercies; let us be
In him well pleasing unto thee.
3. God Holy Ghoft, blest Comforter,
With grateful hearts we thee revere,
For having taught us to believe
In Chrift, and by this faith to live.
4. Preferve us henceforth in his grace,
Teach us more fully yet to trace
The counfel of his love, and keep
Us all with him in fellowship.
L. 5. O how divine thy comforts are,
Lord Jefus! what delicious fare
Is this, when we thy prefence feel,
And thou thy kindness doft reveal.
A. 6. We render thee our thanks and praise,
That thou, in these our mortal days,
Such grace and love on us beftow'st,
And worship thee, bow'd in the duft.
7. Help us, thy fervants, gracious God,
L. Who are redeemed with thy blood,
A. And grant us, for thy fuff'rings fake,
Of thy falvation to partake.
8. We thee entreat to fet us free,
Lord, from whate'er displeases thee,
O may our walk be to thy praife,
And to the glory of thy grace:
Until, when all our trials cease,
Our hopes of future joy and blifs
Are realiz'd, and, thro' grace,
Are call'd to fee thee face to face;
O welcome day! at thy return,
Lord Jefus, we shall cease to mourn.
Amen.
LORD Jefus, Prince of peace,
Thou only fource of grace
And true felicity,
Now and eternally :
The bleffings on our Choir bestow,
Which from thy holy merits flow,
And draw unto our hearts fo near,
As if we faw thee prefent here:
Thus we celeftial joys fhall tafte,
Till called hence with thee to rest.
Amen.
1. Thy poverty and weakliness L. In fervant's form and lowlinefs,
Make us contented with our own,
While in this vale of tears we groan.
2. Thy watching, fafting, and the pray'rs,
Thou offer'dft with ftrong cries and tears,
A. That deep diftrefs, which night and day
For us, fo heavy on thee lay,
L. 3. Yea, all thy fuff'rings, Lamb of God,
Atoning death and precious blood,
L. Whereby thou life for us didft gain,
A. Our comfort, joy, and strength remain.
4. Thy refting in the filent tomb,
Thy rifing, having death o'ercome,
And then afcending gloriously,
To fit upon thy throne on high,
5. Thy coming to thy Church again,
Or our release from fin and pain,
By being called home to thee,
Comfort us, Lord, abundantly.
L. 6. The wid'wers chief concern while here,
Is, for thy coming to prepare,
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