XL. /05/ LUKE, XV. 13,-25. I. THE wretched prodigal behold in mis'ry lying low, Whom vice had sunk from high estate, and plung'd in want and wo. II. While I, despis'd and scorn'd, he cries, starve in a foreign land, The meanest in my father's house is fed with bounteous hand: III. I'll go, and with a mourning voice fall down before his face: Father! I've sinn'd 'gainst Heav'n and thee, nor can deserve thy grace. IV. He said, and hasten'd to his home, to seek his father's love: The father sees him from afar, and all his bowels move: V. He ran, and fell upon his neck, embrac'd and kiss'd his son; The grieving prodigal bewail'd the follies he had done. VI: No more, my father, can I hope VII. Bring forth the fairest robe for him, the joyful father said; To him each mark of grace be shown, and ev'ry honour paid. A day of feasting I ordain; let mirth and song abound; My son was dead, and lives again, was lost, and now is found. IX. Thus joy abounds in paradise, amongst the hosts of heav'n, Soon as the sinner quits his sins, repents, and is forgiv❜n. 67 120! JOHN, iii. 14,-19, I. As when the Hebrew prophet rais'd S the brazen serpent high, The wounded look'd, and straight werecur'd; the people ceas'd to die: II. So from the Saviour on the cross a healing virtue flows; Who looks to him with lively faith, is sav'd from endless woes. III. For God gave up his Son to death, so gen'rous was his love, That all the faithful might enjoy eternal life above. IV. Not to condemn the sons of men V. He came to raise our fallen state, and our lost hopes restore; Faith leads us to the mercy seat, and bids us fear no more. VI. But vengeance just for ever lies on all the rebel-race, Who God's eternal Son despise, and scorn his offer'd grace. XLII. JOHN, xiv. 1,7. 1. LET not your hearts with anxious thoughts be troubled or dismay'd; But trust in Providence divine, and trust my gracious aid. II. I to my Father's house return; there num'rous mansions stand, And glory manifold abounds through all the happy land. III. I go your entrance to secure, and your abode prepare; Regions unknown are safe to you, when I your friend am there. IV. Thence shall I come, when ages close, to take you home with me; There we shall meet to part no more, and still together be. V. I am the way, the truth, the life; no son of human race; But such as I conduct and guide, shall see my Father's face. A CXLIII. JOHN, xiv. 25,-28. I. You now must hear my voice no more; my Father calls me home; But soon from heav'n the Holy Ghost, your Comforter, shall come. |