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HYMN VII.

When from Egyptian slavery
The Hebrews were redeem'd
The parted seas and covering cloud
A grave to Israel seem'd:

But soon the joyful tribes emerge,
And stand upon the shore,
With grateful hearts and tuneful tongues
Their saviour's name adore.

He made th' obsequious waves retire,
His favourite tribes to save;
Made them a way to liberty,

HYMN VI.

O Bless'd Redeemer! in thy side
Upon the cross was made a wound,
The bath where we are purg'd from sin,
And where our guilt's intirely drown'd.

Water and blood hence freely ran,
And on the trembling earth were spilt;
Water to sanctify and cleanse,
Blood to atone for crimson guilt.

This wondrous grace to represent
Baptismal waters were design'd,
In which thou, Lord, wast bury'd too,
To thy great father's will resign'd.

HYMN V.

Thus was the great Redeemer plung'd
In Jordan's swelling flood;
To shew he'd one day be baptiz'd
In tears, in sweat, and blood.

Thus was his sacred body laid
Beneath the yielding wave:
Thus was his sacred body rais'd
Out of the liquid grave.

When lo! from realms of light and bliss
The heavenly dove comes down,
Lights on his venerable head,

HYMN IV.

When th' antient world God's patience try'd,
And long his threatning vengeance dar'd,
The righteous Noah favour found,
His family alone was spar'd.

In secret chambers of the ark
They all secure from danger lie,
When th' ocean's banks were broke, and floods
Burst thro' the windows of the sky.

Proud waters o'er the mountains roll,
And common ruin widely spread;
Yet the bless'd patriarch's house survives,
When all mankind beside were dead.

HYMN III.

C OME , lowly souls, that mourn,
Depress'd with guilt and shame:
Wash'd in your Saviour's sacred blood,
Now call upon his name.

Rejoice, ye contrite hearts,
That tremble at his word,
In the baptismal laver plung'd,
As was your humble Lord.

Bath'd in repenting tears,

HYMN II.

The sacred body of our Lord,
Which on the cross had bled,
Three days lay bury'd in the grave,
And then rose from the dead.

His presence the desponding hearts
Of his disciples chears:
His voice they hear, his scars survey,
Which banish doubts and fears.

Explaining oracles divine,
Their ears and souls he charms;
His order to convert the world,

HYMN I.

Our Lord, when cloth'd with mortal flesh,
Tho free from every sinful stain,
Wou'd be baptiz'd, that men to trace
His sacred steps might not disdain.

Nay more — he was all plung'd in tears,
And bath'd in bloody sufferings too:
What fountain was requir'd to wash
Our guilty souls, his wounds will shew!

Thy blood, dear Lord, can cleanse from sin:
This in our baptism we confess;
'Tis for its cleansing virtue we
Our prayers and vows to thee address.

SECOND Part .

B LEST men, of lowly mind,
In self-opinion poor;
For you, what honour is design'd!
For you, what princely store!

In time's short joys and sighs,
Thankful, or meekly still;
Whate'er he gives you, or denies,
You love your Father's will.

The high and holy One,

FIRST Part .

W AS pride, alas! e'er made for man?
Blind, erring, guilty creature he,
His birth the dust, his life a span,
His wisdom less than vanity.

If wealth and pow'r with dazzling rays
And pageant state this nothing dress;
On the fair idol shall we gaze?
And envy that as happiness?

Jesus, by thy instruction taught,
Our foolish passions are represt:

Primate [ S ]

Next might I see a rout of noblemen,
Earls, barons, lords, in mourning weeds attir'd:
I cannot paint their passions with my pen,
Nor write so quaintly as their woes requir'd;
Their tears and sighs some Homer's quill desir'd:
But this I know, their grief was for his death
That there had yielded nature, life and breath.

M ILITES

Then came by soldiers trailing of their pikes:
Like men dismay'd their beavers were adown;
Their warlike hearts his death with sorrow strikes: