9 Soon I fhall pafs this vale of death,
And in his arms fhall lofe my breath;
Yet then my happy foul fhall tell,
My Jefus has done all things well.
10 And when to thofe bright worlds I rife,
And join the anthems in the skies ;
Above the reft this note fhall fwell,
My Jefus has done all things well.
II. Chrift the Appletree.
THE Gee of life my foul hath feen, Ladoo with fruit, and always green; The trees of nature fruitless be, Compara with Chrift the Appletree. This beauty doth all things excel, By faith I know, but ne'er can tell The glory which I now can see, In: Jefus Chrift the Appletree. 3 For happiness I long have fought, And pleasure dearly have I bought ; I mifs'd of all, but now I fee 'Tis found in Chrift the Appletree. I'm weary'd with my former toilHere I will fit and reft awhile, Under the fhadow I will be, Of Jefus Chrift the Appletree..
With great delight I'll make my stay,
There's none fhall fright my foul away;
Among the fons of men I fee
There's none like Chrift the Appletree.
6 I'll fit and eat this fruit divine,
It cheers my heart like fpirit'al wine;
And now this fruit is fweet to me,
That grows on Chrift the Appletree.
This fruit doth make my foul to thrive,
It keeps my dying faith alive;
Which makes my foul in hafte 10 be`
With Jefus Chrift the Appletree.
AREWELL, my brethren, in the Lord,
The gofpel founds a Jubilee ;
My flamm'ring tongue fhall found aloud,
From land to land, from fea to fea;
And as I preach from place to place,
I'll truft alone in God's free grace,
8 Farewell in bonds, and union dear,
Like ftrings you twine about my heart ;
I humbly beg your earnest pray'r,
'Till we fhall meet no more to part'Till we thall meet in worlds above, Encircled in eternal love.
Farewell my earthly friends below,
Tho' all fo kind and dear to me;
My Jefus calls and I must go,
To found the gospel Jubilee-
To found the joys, and bear the news,
To Gentile worlds, and royal Jews.
4 Farewell young people, one and all;
While God fhall grant me breath to breathe, I'll pray to the eternal all,
That your dear fouls in Chrift may live
That your dear fouls prepar'd may be,
To reign in blifs eternally!
5 Farewell to all below the fun;
And as I pafs in tears below,
The path is ftrait my feet fhall run;
And God will keep me as I go-
And God will keep me in his hand,
And bring me to the promis'd land.
6 Farewell, farewell! I look above;
Jefus, my friend, to thee I call;
My joy, my crown, my only love,
My fafeguard here, my heav'nly all;
My theme to preach, my fong to fing,
My only joy till death-Amen.
IV. The Saviour's Merit,
AVIOUR, I do feel thy merit,
Sprinkled with redeeming blood;
And my weary, troubled fpirit,
Now finds reft in thee, my God;
I am fafe, and I am happy,
While in thy dear arms I lie ;
Sin nor fatan cannot hurt me,
While my Saviour is fo nigh.
2 Glory, glory, glory, glory,
Glory be to God on high,
Glory, glory, glory, glory;
Sing his praises thro' the sky;
Glory, glory, glory, glory,
Glory to the Father give,
Glory, glory, glory, glory,
Sing his praifes all that live.
3 Now I'll fing my Saviour's merit,
Tell the world of his dear name,
That if any want his Spirit,
He is fill the very lame :
He that afketh foon receiveth,
He that fecks is fure to find;
Whofo'er on him believeth,
He will never caft behind.
4 Glory, glory, glory, glory,
Glorious Chrift of heavenly birth;
Glory, glory, glory, glory;
Sing his prailes thro' the earth:
Glory, glory, glory, glory,
Glory to the Spirit be,
Glory, glory, glory, glory,
Glory to the facred One in Three.
5 Now our Advocate is pleading,
With his Father and our God;
And for us is interceding,
As the purchase of his blood.
Now methioks I hear him praying,
Father, fave them-I have died;"
And the Father answers faying,
"They are freely juftified."
6 Worthy, worthy, worthy, worthy,
Worthy is the Lamb of God,
Worthy, worthy, worthy, worthy,
Who lov'd and wash'd us in his blood:
Holy, holy, holy, holy,
Holy is the Lord of Hofts,
Holy, holy, holy, holy,
Father, Son and Holy Ghoft.
7 Soon we hope to fing more sweetly,
At the marriage of the Lamb,
When his bride is drefs'd completely,
Fit to celebrate the fame :
O what shouts fha'l then be ringing,
Round the throne of God moft high,
And what fweet, melod'ous finging,
Then fhall echo thro' the fky.
8 Glory, honor, and thanksgiving,
Be unto the Lord, our King;
O let ev'ry creature living
The Redeemer's praifes fing.
Allelujah! Allelujah!
Now the Lord Jehovah reigns;
'Allelujah! Allelujah!
Sing his praife in highest ftrains. 9 Bleffed, bleffed, bleffed, blefed, Bleffèd be the God of beav'n,
Bleffed, bleffed, blefled, bleffed,
Who has all our fins forgiv'o:
Prailed, praifed, prailed prailed,
Praised be his holy name;
Praised, praised, praised, praised,
Now and evermore-amen.
V. The Hiding Place.
HAIL fov'reign love! that firft began,
The fcheme to refcue fallen man ;
Hail matchlefs, free, eternal grace,
That gave my foul a hiding.place.
2 Against the God that built the sky,
I fought with hands uplifted high;
Defpis'd the manfions of his grace,
Too proud to feek a hiding place.
3 Enwrapt in dark Egyptian night,
And fond of darknets more than light,
Madly I ran the finful race,
Secure without a hiding-place.
But lo, th' eternal counfel rang,
Almightly love, arreft the man!
I felt the arrows of distress,
And found I had no hiding-place.
5 Vindictive juftice flood in view,
To Sinai's fiery mount I flew !
But juftice cry'd with frowning face,
This mountain is no hiding-place.
6 But lo a heav'nly voice I heard,
And mercy's angel foon appear'd;
He led me on a pleafing pace,
To Jefus Chrift, my hiding-place.
7 Should feven fold forms of vengeance roll,
And fhake this globe from pole to pole;
No thunder-bolts fhall daunt my face,
For Jefus is my hiding-place.
8 On him almighty vengeance fell,
Which muft have funk a world to hell:
He bore it for his chofen race,
And thus became their hiding-place.
9 A few more rolling funs at most,
Shall land me on fair, Canaan's coaft;
Where I fhall fing the fong of grace,
And fee my glorious hiding-place.
VI. The Chriftian Soldier.
'DRESS'D uniform Chrin's, foldiers are,
When duty calls abroad;
Not purchas'd at their cost or care,
But by their Prince beftow'd.
2 Chrift's foldiers do eat Chrift-like bread,
Wear regimental drefs;
'Tis heav'nly white, and fac'd with red,
'Tis Chrift's own righteoufnefs.
8 A bright and fightly robe it is,
And to the foldier dear;
No rofe can learn to blush like this,
Nor lilly look lo fair.
4 'Tis wrought by Jesus' skilful hand,
And ftain'd' in his own blood;
It makes the angels gazing fland,
To view this robe of God.
5 No art of man can weave this robe,
'Tis of fuch mixture fine;
Nor could the worth of all the globe,
By purchase make it mine.
6 'Tis of one piece, and wove throughout,
So curioufly that none
Can dress up in this feamless coat,
'Till Jefus put it on.
This vefture never waxes old,
No fpot thereon can fall ;
It makes the foldier brifk and bold,
And dutiful withal.
8 Lord, drefs me in this robe each day,
And it fball hide my fhame;
Shall make me fight 'gainft fin and pray,
And bless my Captain's name.
9 How brifk and bold Chrift's foldiers are,
When drefs'd up in this robe e;
They look like men equipt for war,
Or like the fons of God.
10 Their fhield is faith, their helmet hope,
And thus they anarch Chrift's road;
Chrift's fpirit is their glittering (word,
To play the man for God.
11 When drefs'd up in this uniform, In order march along;
Chrift Jefus is their leader now,
And confcience beats the drum,
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