With falvation's walls furrounded,
Thou may'ft fmile at all thy foes,
See the streams of living waters
Springing from eternal love,
Well fupply thy fons and daughters,
And all fear of want remove:
Who can faint while fuch a river,
Ever flows their thirft t' affuage;
Grace, which like the LORD, the giver.
Never fails, from age to age.
Round each habitation hov'ring,
See the cloud, and fire, appear
For a glory, and a cov'ring,
Shewing that the LORD is near:
Thus deriving from their banner,
Light by night, and fhade by day;
Safe they feed upon the manna,
Which he gives them when they pray.
Bleft inhabitants of Zion,
Wash'd in the REDEEMER'S blood;
JESUS, whom their fouls rely on,
Makes them kings and priefts to God:
'Tis his love his people raifes,
Over felf, to reign as kings;
And as priefts, his folemn praises,
Each for a thank-offering brings.
SAVIOR, if of Zion's city,
I, thro' grace, a member am,
Let the world deride or pity,
I will glory in thy name:
Fading is the worldling's pleasure,
All his boafted pomp and show;
Solid joys, and lafting treafure,
None but ZION's children know,
XX. Come and welcome. 75.
ROM the crofs uplifted high,
Where the SAVIOR deigns to die;
What melodious founds I hear,
Burfting on my ravish'd ear.
Love's redeeming work is done,
Come, and welcome, finner, come.
Sprinkled now with blood the throne,
Why beneath thy burdens groan?
On my pierced body laid,
Juftice owns the ranfom paid,
Bow the knee, and kifs the fon,
Come, &c.
Spread, for thee, the feaftal board
See with richeft dainties ftor'd,
To thy Father's bofom prefs'd,
Yet, again, a child confefs'd,
Never from his houfe to roam,
Come, &c.
Soon the days of life shall end,
Lo! I come, your SAVIOR, friend,
Safe, your fpirits to convey,
To the realms of endless day;
Up to my eternal home,
Come, and welcome, finner, còme.
XXI. Contrition. 75.
ATHER, at thy call I come;
In thy bofom there is room
For a guilty foul to hide;
Prefs'd with grief on ev'ry fide.
Here I'll make my piteous moan;
Thou canst understand a groan:
Here my fins and forrows tell,
What I feel thou knoweft well.
Ah! how foolish I have been,
To obey the voice of fin;
To forget thy love to me,
And to break my vows to thee.
Darkness fills my trembling foul,
Floods of forrow o'er me roll;
Pity, Father, pity me,
All my hope's alone in thee.
Has my elder brother dy'd?
And, is juftice fatisfi'd?"
Why! O why! fhould I defpair
Of my Father's tender care ?
XXII. Pious Expoftulation. L. M.
ORD, didft thou die, but not for me?
Am I forbid to trust thy blood?
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