Sing then all you dear-bought Nations of the Earth, fing Hyms of Glory to the Holy Jefus.

Sing every one who pretends to Felicity; fing immortal Praifes to the God of our Salvation.

To him, who for us endured fo much Scorn; and patiently receiv'd fo many Injuries.

To him, who for us fweat Drops of Blood, and drank of the Dregs of his Father's Wrath.

To the Eternal Lord of Heaven and Earth, who for us was flain by the Hands of the Wicked.

Who for us was led away as a Sheep to the Slaughter; and, as a meek Lamb, opened not his Mouth.

Whither, O my God, did thy Compaffions carry Thee? How did thy Charity too far prevail with Thee?

Was it not enough to become Man for us; but thou muft expofe thy Self to all our Miseries?

Was it not enough to labour all thy Life; but thou muft fuffer even the Pains of Death for us.

Thou fufferedft them to expiate for our Sins, and purchase Eternal Redemption for us.

Thy Mercy alfo, gracious Lord, ftill obferv'd fome Wants in our Nature as yet unfupplied.

Thou

Thou faweft our too much Fondnefs of Life needed thy parting with it to reconcile us to Death.

Thou faweft our Fear of Sufferings could no way be abated; but by freely undergoing them in thine own Perfon.

O bleffed Jefus, whofe Grace alone begins, and ends, and perfects all our Hopes! How are we bound to praise thy Love! how infinitely obliged to adore thy Goodnefs!

At any Rate thou would'ft ftill go on, to heal our weak, and wounded Nature.

Even at the Price of thine own dear Blood, thou would'st finish for us the Purchafe of Heaven.

Glory be to the Father, &c.

As it was in the Beginning, &c.

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thy richeft Sacrifice of humble Praife. Awake, and fummon all thy Thoughts, to make hafte, and adore our great Redeemer.

For now 'tis time we fhould reverently go; and offer our Hearts at the Foot of his Crofs.

Thither let us fly from the Troubles of the World; there let us dwell among the Mercies of Heaven.

Under the Shade of that happy Tree, let us kneel, and often look up to our dearest Lord.

Let

Let us remember every Paffage of hisLove; and be fure that none escape our Thanks. Let us compaffionate every Stroke of his Death; and one by one falute his facred Wounds.

Bleft be the Hands that wrought fo many Miracles; and were fo barbarously bored with cruel Nails.

Bleft be the Feet that fo often travelled for us; and were at last unmercifully faftened to the Crofs.

Bleft be the Head that was crown'd with Throns; the Head that fo industriously ftudied our Happiness.

Blessed be the Heart that was pierced with a Spear; the Heart that fo passionately loved our Peace.

Blessed be the intire Perfon of our crucified Lord; and may all Powers joyn in in his Praife.

In thy eternal Praife, O gracious Jefu! and the ravishing Thoughts of thy incomparable Sweetness.

O what Excefs of Kindness was this! what ftrange Extremity of Love, and Pity!

The Lord is fold, that the Slave may go free; the Innocent condemn'd, that the Guilty may be saved.

The Physician is fick, that the Patient may be cured; and God himself dies, that Man may live.

Tell

Tell me, my Soul, when first thou hast well confider'd, and look about among all we know.

Tell me, whoever wifh'd us fo much Good? whoever loved us with fo much Tenderness?

What have our nearest Friends done for us, or even our Parents, in Comparison of this Charity.

No less than the Son of God came down to redeem us; no less than his own dear Life was the Price he paid for us.

What can the Favour of the whole World promise us, compared to his Miraculous Bounty?

No less than the Joys of Angels are become our Hope; no less than the Kingdom of Heaven is made our Inheritance.

Glory be to the Father, &c.
As it was in the Beginning, &c.

PSALM LXXII.

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To Thee, O Lord, we owe more than our felves, for redeeming us with the Death of thine only Son.

Nor were our Ruins fo foon repair'd, as at firft our Being was easily produced.

Thy Power to create us faid but one Word, and immediately we became a living Soul.

But

But thy Wisdom to redeem us, both fpake much, and wrought more, and fuffered most of all.

To redeem us he humbled himself to this low World, and the Infirmities of this miferable Nature.

He patiently endur'd Hunger and Thirst, and the malicious Affronts of enraged Enemies.

How many times did he hazard his Life, to fuftain with Courage the Truths of Heaven! How many Tears did he tenderly weep, in Compassion of his blind ungrateful Country!

How many Drops of Blood did he shed in the doleful Garden, and on the bitter Crofs!

The Cross, where after Three long Hours of Grief, and Shame, and intolerable Pains :

He meekly bow'd his fainting Head; and in an Agony of Prayer yielded up the Ghost. So fets the glorious Sun in a fad Cloud; and leaves our Earth in Darkness, and Diforder:

But goes to shine immediately in the other World; and foon returns again, and brings us Light.

And fo doft thou, dear Lord, and more; thy very Darkness is our Light.

'Tis by thy Death we are made to live; and by thy Wounds our Sores were heal'd.

O my ador'd Redemer, who tookest upon thee all our Miferies; to impart to us thine own Felicities! Can