It fastens our souls in such ties,
That nature and time can't reinove.

2 It cannot in Eden be found,
Nor yet in a Paradise lost;
It grows on Immanuel's ground,
And Jesus' dear blood it did cost.

3 My friends are so dear unto me,
Our hearts all united in love;
Where Jesus is gone we shall be,
In yonder blest mansions above.

4 O! why then so loth for to part,
Since we shall ere long meet again,
Engrav'd on Immanuel's heart,

A distance we cannot remain.

5 And when we shall see that bright day, And join with the angels above,

Leaving these vile bodies

fy, United with Jesus in love?

6 With Jesus we ever shall reign,
And all his bright glory shall see,
Singing hallelujah, amen:
Amen, even so let it be.

HYMN 24.

CHRIST'S Sufferings.

HRO'OUT our Saviour's life we trace Nothing but shame and deep disgrace; No per❜od else was seen;

Till he a spotless victim fell,
Tasting in soul a painful hell,

Caus'd by the creature's sin.

2 On the cold ground methinks I see My Jesus kneel and pray for me;

For this I'll him adore:

Seiz'd with a chilly sweat throughout,
Blood drops did force their passage out,
Thro' every opening pore.

A crown of thorns his temples bore,
His back with lashes all was tore,

Till one the bones might see!
Mocking they push'd him here and there.
Marking his way with blood and tears,
Press'd by sin's heavy tree.

4 Thus up the hill he painful came,
Round him they mock'd and made their game:;.
At length his cross they rear-
And can you see the mighty God
Cry out beneath sin's heavy load
Without one thankful tear?

5 Thus veiled in humanity,
He dies with anguish on the tree !!
What tongue his grief can tell?

The shudd'ring rocks their heads decline,
The morning sun refus'd

When the redeemer fell.

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6 Shou brethren, shout with songs divine,
He drank the gall to give us wine
To quench our parching thirst:
Seraphs advance your voices high'r,
Bride of the Lamb, unite the choir,
To praise your precious Christ.

HYMN 25. C. M.

A Son's Farewell.

HEAR the gospel's joyful sound,
An organ I shall be,

For to sound forth redeeming love,

And sinner's misery.

2 Honor'd parents fare you well,
My Jesus doth me call,

I leave you hear with God until
I meet you once for all.

3 My due affections I'll forsake,
My parents and their house,
And to the wilderness betake,
To pay the Lord my vows.

4 Then I'll forsake my chiefest mates
That nature could afford,

And wear the shield into the field,
To wait upon the Lord.

5 Then through the wiklerness I'll run,
Preaching the gospel free:
O be not anxious for your son,
The Lord will comfort me.

6 And if thro' preaching I shall gain
True subjects to my Lord,
"Twill more than recompense my pain,
To see them love the Lord.

7 My soul doth wish mount Zion well,
Whate'er becomes of me;

There my best friends and kindred dwell,
And there I long to be.

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HYMN 26.

Come and welcome to JESUS CHRIST.

OME ye sinners poor and wre ched,

Weak and wounded, sick and sore,

Jesus ready stands to save you,

Full of pity join'd with pow'r

He is able, he is able, he is able,
He is willing, doubt no more.

2 Ho! ye needy, come and welcome,
God's free bounty glorify,

True belief and true repentance,
Every grace that brings us nigh;
Without money, without money, without money
Come to Jesus Christ and buy.

3 Let not conscience make you linger,
Nor of fitness fondly dream;
All the fitness he requires,

Is to feel your need of him;

This he gives you, this he gives you, this he gives you, 'Tis the Spirit's rising beams.

4 Come ye weary heavy laden, Bruis'd and mangled by the fall;

If you tarry till you're better,

You will never come at all;

Not the righteous, not the righteous, not the righteous, Sinners, Jesus came to call.

5 View him grov'ling in the garden,
Lo your maker prostrate lies!
On the bloody tree behold him,
Hear him cry before he dies,
It is finish'd, it is finish'd, it is finish'd,
Sinners will not this suffice?

6 Lo th' incarnate God ascended,
Pleads the merits of his blood;
Venture on him, venture wholly,
Let no other trust intrude,

None but Jesus, none but Jesus, none but Jesus,
Can do helpless sinners good.

7 Saints and angels join'd in concert,
Sing the praises of the Lamb;

While the blissful seats of heav'n
Sweetly echo with his name,
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah,
Sinners here may sing the same.

HYMN 27. C. M.

At the meeting of Friends.

WELL met dear friends, in Jesus' name,

Come let us now rejoice,

While we our Saviour's praise proclaim,
With cheerful hearts and voice.

2 But O! dear Jesus, Lamb of God,
Send down the heav'nly dove,
His graces to diffuse abroad,

To warm our hearts with love.

3 In vain, dear Saviour, here we meet,
Except thy face we see ;

Thy presence makes a heav'n inost sweet
Whene'er we meet with thee.

4 A dungeon shews a heav'nly dawn,
When there with thee we dwell;
But when thy presence is withdrawn,
A palace proves a hell.

5 Then O! dear Jesus, condescend
To meet us with a smile ;
Thy spirit's quick'ning influ'nce send,
And purge our hearts from guile.-

6 That at the close, each one may say,
"We've met not here in vain ;
For we have tasted heaven to day,
Nor could we more contain."