Ver. Our hearts and ways are vile, till he, To wash our hearts and hands. The pow'rs of hell our fouls enchain, SONG VII. The Excellency and Preference of Love. SECT. I. The most excellent Gifts nothing without Love. I COULD I with men and angels vie Nought but a founding brafs would I, 2 Could I both preach and prophefie, Have knowledge all ingrofs'd in me, Yet were I deftitute of love, All would be void and vain. Ver. Should I, with Pharifaic fhew, 3 Be lavish of my ftore, And tender of my revenue, To feed the starving pour : Yea, wanting love, though to the flame To win the martyr's glorious name; [If without love to God and men, SECT. II. The Praife of Love, and its Preference to Faith and Hope. Ver. 4,—13. 4 Love fuffers long; love envies not; Ne'er opes the mouth to boast of ought, 5 Love carries not indecently; Can felfifh views exclude; Love thinks no ill; nor, foon incens'd, E'er ftudies to annoy : 6 She grieves when fin and error's fenc'd; But in the truth's her joy. 7 Love bears all hard things well for Nor, for her neighbour's prejudice, peace; Love hopes all things ev'n of the worst, 8 Love fhall remain, and fhall prevail When tongues fhall ceafe, and prophets fail, Ver. For but in part, while here from home, 9 10 When perfect interviews will come, And partial fly away. 11 Here ev'ry notion, thought, and fpeech, But there our fouls fhall manhood reach, 12 For now we fee but through a glass, 13 On earth, faith, hope, and love have place, The Song of Triumph over Death and the Grave, 54 FAITH fings although the body dies, This mortal fhall immortal rife, 55 Where is thy killing fting. O death! Through grace we now defpife thy wrath, O grave! where is thy victory? Our King victorious conquer'd thee, 56 The fling of death is fin indeed, Ver. Then ftedfaft may our hearts remain, 58 Through whom our labour's not in vain, SONG IX. The World crucified by the Crofs of CHRIST. Gal. vi. 14. The richest gain, that tempts the inoft, When him I view, who bore, in death, My fins, upon the tree; Then am I dead to all the earth, The earth all dead to me. Were this whole globe terreflial mine, The prefent were but small; Demands my life, my all. SONG X. A Doxology, or Song of Praise, for electing, regenerating, and redeeming Grace, and all spiritual Bleffings in CHRIST. Eph. i. 3,-7 BLESS'D be the everlasting God And Father of our Lord, Who us in him, and through his blood, 4 My Son's mine elect first," he said, Then chofe he us, in Chrift our Head, Our characters were then decreed, From fin and flav'ry free : 5 Predeftinated to be fons, A new regen'rate race; Born by degrees, though chofe but once, Ver. Here his accepting love began 7 In whom we have redemption great, SONG XI. The Apoftle's Song, or Doxology: Or, a Song to the Love and Power of GoD. Eph. iii. 19, 20, 21. 19 TO him whofe love, that ev'n for ftrength Could conquer hell for men; And doth, in height, depth, breadth and length, 20 To him whofe Pow'r and Will to fave, Above what we can afk or crave, To him who fo his mighty pow'r 21 To him be praife; yea, praises fhall SONG XII. CHRIST'S deep Humiliation, and high Exaltation. 5 ALL ye that mention Jefus name, And are his folk defign'd, Submifs was he, be ye the fame, 6 Who, in the form of God, did hold Nor in him thought it rebb'ry bold |