II. That heav'nly Teacher, fent from God, fhall your whole foul inspire, Your minds fhall fill with facred truth, your hearts with facred fire. III. Peace is the gift I leave with you, my peace to you bequeath; Peace that fhall comfort you through life, and cheer your fouls in death. IV. I give not, as the world beftows, with promise false and vain ; Nor cares, nor fears, fhall wound the heart in which my words remain. B XLIV. JOHN, xix. 30. I. Ehold the Saviour on the cross, See from his agonizing wounds II. 1 Till death's pale enfigns o'er his cheek and trembling lips were spread; Till light forfook his clofing eyes, and life his drooping head. III. 'Tis finifh'd-was his lateft voice; thefe facred accents o'er, He bow'd his head, gave up the ghost, and fuffer'd pain no more. IV. 'Tis finifh'd-The Meffiah dies V. "Tis finifh'd-All his groans are past; his blood, his pain, and toils, Have fully vanquifhed our foes, and crown'd him with their fpoils.. VI. "Tis finifh'd-Legal worship ends, and gospel ages run; All old things now are past away, and a new world begun. XLV. ROMANS, ii. 4.-8 I. Ngrateful finners! whence this fcorn of God's long-fuff'ring grace? UN And whence this madness that infults th' Almighty to his face? II. Is it because his patience waits, III, Doft thou not know, felf-blinded man! his goodness is defign'd To wake repentance in thy foul, and melt thy harden'd mind? VI. And wilt thou rather choose to meet th' Almighty as thy foe, And treasure up his wrath in store against the day of woe? V. Soon fhall that fatal day approach, that must thy fentence feal, And righteous judgments now unknown, in awful pomp reveal; VI. While they who full of holy deeds V XLVI. ROMANS, iii. 19.-22. I. Ain are the hopes the fons of men upon their works have built; Their hearts by nature are unclean. their actions full of guilt. II. Silent let Jew and Gentile stand, without one vaunting word; And, humbled low, confefs their guilt before heav'ns righteous Lord. + G III, III. No hope can on the law be built of justifying grace; The law, that fhows the finner's guilt, condemns him to his face. IV. Jefus! how glorious is thy grace! when in thy name we trust, Our faith receives a righteousness that makes the finner just. A ND fhall we then go on to fin, that grace may more abound? Great God, forbid that fuch a thought fhould in our breaft be found! II. When to the facred fount we came, did not the rite proclaim, That, wafh'd from fin, and all its stains, new creatures we became ? |