XL.

LUKE, XV. 13.-25.

I.

THE wretched prodigal behold
in mis'ry lying low,

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Whom vice had funk from high estate, and plung'd in want and woe.

II.

While I, defpis'd and scorn'd he cries, ftarve in a foreign land,

The meaneft 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 finn'd 'gainst Heav'n and

nor can deserve thy grace.

IV.

He faid, and haften'd to his home

to feek his father's love:

The father fees him from afar,

and all his bowels move:

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V.

He ran, and fell upon his neck, embrac'd and kifs'd his fon ; The grieving prodigal bewail'd the follies he had done.

VI.

No more, my father, can I hope
to find paternal grace;
My utmost wish is to obtain
a fervant's humble place.

VII.

Bring forth the fairest rob for him, the joyful father faid;

To him each mark of grace be shown, and ev'ry honour paid.

VIII.

A day of feasting I ordain;

let mirth and fong abound; My fon was dead, and lives again, was loft, and now is found.

1X.

Thus joy abounds in paradise, amongst the hofts of heav'n, Soon as the finner quits his fins, repents, and is forgiv❜n.

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XLI.

JOHN, iii. 14.-19.

I.

S when the Hebrew prophet rais'd the brazen ferpent high,

The wounded look'd, and ftraight were the people ceas'd to die;

II.

So from the Saviour on the cross a healing virtue flows;

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Who looks to him with lively faith is fav'd from endlefs woes.

III.

For God gave up his Son to death, fo gen'rous was his love,

That all the faithful might enjoy eternal life above.

IV.

Not to condemn the fons of men
the Son of God appear'd;
No weapons in his hand are feen,
nor voice of terror heard

;

V.

He came to raise our fallen ftate, and our loft hopes restore; Faith leads us to the mercy-feat, and bids us fear no more.

VI.

But vengeance juft for ever lies
on all the rebel-race,
Who God's eternal Son defpife,
and fcorn his offer'd grace.

L'

XLII.

JOHN, xiv. 1.—7:

1.

ET not your hearts with anxious be troubl'd or difmay'd; [thoughts

But trust in Providence divine,

and truft my gracious aid.

11.

I to my Father's house return; there num'rous manfions ftand, And glory manifold abounds through all the happy land.

III.

I go your entrance to fecure,
and your abode prepare;
Regions unknown are fafe to you
when I your friend am there.

IV.

Thence fhall 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 fon of human race,

But fuch as I conduct and guide, shall see my Father's face.

YOU

XLIII.

JOHN, XIV. 25.-28.

I.

OU now must hear my voice no my Father calls me home; [more; But foon from heav'n the Holy Ghost, your Comforter, shall come.