Where, we the members, he the Head,
One body, we're conceived pure.

3

In him, in his myfterious birth,
Born in him as that holy thing,
Whose praise, as God efpous'd to earth,
The angel-hoft with joy did fing.

4.

In him together circumcis'd,
When all our filthinefs of flesh,
Which God in holinefs defpis'd,
Was quite put off in righteousness.

5

In him, in all the works he wrought;
In him together crucify'd;

In him, as rifen without fault,

And in him fully glorify'd..

6.

With him, where e'er he was, we were,
In all conditions ftill the fame ;

With him, where e'er he is, we are,
And as him pure and free from blame.

7

In feeing him, ourselves we fee,
And all his glory as our own;
Our joy is full, the Son is free,
And Jefus wears th' eternal crown.

HYMN 27. C. M.

PART FIRST.

WHEN God would manifest his grace:

To man, that he might prove The glories of the Father's face, And feel his nature, love:

2

He faid, he would not facrifice,
As offered by the law;

All human merit would despise,
His prefence thence withdraw.

3

Then faid the Saviour," Lo, I come To do thy will, my God;"

He brought his fons and daughters home By pouring out his blood:

4

That they with him might enter in
To all the heaven of love;

His death did make an end of fin,
The stumbling block remove.

PART SECOND.

5

Thou, Lord, a body didft prepare,
Thine own collected feed,
For him eternally to wear,
And be the living Head.

6

Obedient in this body, He
Thy counfel did fulfil,
Did ev'ry member purify,
And do thy perfect will.

7

With Chrift in foul and body one,

We evermore are blefs'd: Afpiring to the perfect Son, We enter perfect rest.

8

Pre-eminence to him is giv'n!
Yet in this glorious plan,

The Head and members enter'd heav'n,
In one exalted man.

HYMN 28. P. M.

ETERNAL Excellence!

Thy worms would feign declare, In the divineft fenfe,

How thou art heav'nly fair :

O, Prince Meffiah ! thou art seen
The fairest of the fons of men.

2

Jefus thy beauties shine

Bright, infinitely bright;
Both human and divine,

In thee, O Lamb, unite!
Whate'er in heav'n or earth we fee
As beautiful, are types of thee.

3

The fun, the moon, the ftars,
With all the thrones above,
Thine excellence declare,

Thy beauty, pow'r and love: All worlds before thy throne we see, A fea of glass reflecting thee.

4

Man in his first estate,

Moft wonderfully form'd:
With beauty's pow'rs replete,
With holiness adorn'd,

From ev'ry fpot and blemish free,
Was but a figure, Lord, of thee.

5

As blood of goats and lambs,
Is to thy blood divine;
Or, as their altars' flames,
Dear Jefus, are to thine :

So Adam's purity appears;
To thee no more proportion bears.

Self int'reft, Lord, fhall fail,
Man's haughtinefs fink low;
Thy beauty, Lord, prevail;

We at thy footstool bow :

Thou know'ft our hearts, we need no more ; Give us to worship, love, adore.

HYMN 29. L. M.

POOR, weak, and worthlefs though I am,
I have a rich Almighty Friend;
Jefus the Saviour is his name,
He freely loves, and without end.

2

He ranfom'd me from hell with blood,
And by his pow'r my foes control'd;
He found me wand'ring far from God,
And brought me to his chofen fold.

3

He cheers my heart, my wants fupplies,
And fays that I fhall fhortly be
Enthron'd with him above the skies;
O! what a friend is Christ to me.

THERE

HYMN 30. C. M.

HERE is a fountain fill'd with blood,
Drawn from Immanuel's veins;

And finners plung'd beneath that flood,
Lofe all their guilty ftains.

2

The dying thief rejoic'd to fee
That fountain in his day;

O may I there, though vile as he,
Wash all my fins away!

D

3

Dear, dying Lamb, thy precious blood
Shall never lofe its pow'r,

Till all the ranfom'd church of God
Be fav'd, to fin no more.

4

E'er fince, by faith, I faw the stream,
Thy flowing wounds fupply,
Redeeming love has been my theme,
And fhall be till I die.

5

But when this lifping, ftamm'ring tongue
Lies filent in the grave,

Then, in a nobler, fweeter fong,

I'll fing thy pow'r to fave.

HYMN 31.

P. M.

O HOLY Imman'el! thy myst'ry divine,
From glory to glory, on Zion fhall fhine,
The myft'ry of God efpous'd to a worm,
Who neither had merit nor beautiful form ;
Yet rais'd to the bofom of God, the Supreme,
She fings fhe is like him, yet does not blafpheme.

2

O lovely Imman'el! illuftrious thy grace!
The beauties of holiness shine in thy face:
Triumphant in bliss, our nature we spy,

And we in that nature join'd to the Moft High,
The image express of the substance of God;
His brightness appearing by water and blood.

3

O facred Imman'el! our glory, our joy!
In mut'al embraces, which never fhall cloy,
The Bridegroom and bride, our Maker and we,
Perpetually live, as united in thee;
Confummate falvation, reveal'd in thy blood,
In thee we poffefs, with the fulness of God.