HOLY, blessed, glorious Trinity
Of persons, still one God in Unity.
The faithful man's believed mystery,
Help, help to lift

Myself up to thee, harrow'd, torn, and

bruised,

By sin and Satan; and my flesh misused,
As my heart lies in pieces, all confused,
O take my gift.

II.

All-gracious God, the sinner's sacrifice,

A broken heart, thou wert not wont despise;
But 'bove the fat of rams, or bulls to prize,
An offering meet,
For thy acceptance: O, behold me right,
And take compassion on my grievous plight!
What odour can be, than a heart contrite,

To thee more sweet?

III.

Eternal Father, God, who didst create
This all of nothing, gav'st it form and fate,
And breath'st into it life and light, with state
To worship thee.
Eternal God the Son, who not deniedst
To take our nature; becam'st man, and diedst,
To pay our debts, upon thy cross, and criedst
ALL'S DONE IN ME.1

IV.

Eternal Spirit, God from both proceeding,
Father and Son; the Comforter, in breeding
Pure thoughts in man: with fiery zeal them feeding
For acts of grace.

Increase those acts, O glorious Trinity

Of persons, still one God in Unity;
Till I attain the long'd-for mystery

V.

Of seeing your face.

Beholding one in three, and three in one,

A Trinity, to shine in Union;

The gladdest light dark man can think upon;
O grant it me!
Father, and Son, and Holy Ghost, you three,
All co-eternal in your majesty,

Distinct in persons, yet in unity

One God to see.

VI.

My Maker, Saviour, and my Sanctifier!

To hear, to mediate, sweeten my desire

With grace, with love, with cherishing entire :

O, then how blest!

1 All's done in me.] Alluding to the last words of our blessed Saviour, upon the Cross.

"It is finished."

Among thy saints elected to abide,
And with thy angels placed, side by side,
But in thy presence, truly glorified

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II.

Shall I there rest!

AN HYMN TO GOD THE FATHER.

EAR me, O God!

A broken heart

Is my best part :
Use still thy rod,
That I may prove
Therein, thy love.
If thou hadst not

Been stern to me,
But left me free,
I had forgot

Myself and thee.

For, sin's so sweet,
As minds ill bent

Rarely repent,
Until they meet

Their punishment.

Who more can crave

Than thou hast done?

That gav'st a son
To free a slave :

First made of nought;
With all since bought

Sin, death, and hell
His glorious name
Quite overcame ;
Yet I rebel,

And slight the same.

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But, I'll come in,
Before my loss,
Me farther toss,
As sure to win
Under his cross.

III.

AN HYMN ON THE NATIVITY OF MY SAVIOUR.

SING the birth was born to-night, The author both of life and light; The angels so did sound it. And like the ravish'd shepherds said, Who saw the light, and were afraid,

Yet search'd, and true they found it.

The Son of God, the Eternal King,
That did us all salvation bring,

And freed the soul from danger;
He whom the whole world could not take,"
The Word, which heaven and earth did make,
Was now laid in a manger.

The Father's wisdom will'd it so,
The Son's obedience knew no No,

Both wills were in one stature ;

And as that wisdom had decreed,
The Word was now made Flesh indeed,
And took on him our nature.

What comfort by him do we win,
Who made himself the price of sin,

To make us heirs of glory!

To see this Babe, all innocence
A martyr born in our defence;

Can man forget this story?

2 He whom the whole world could not take,] i. e. contain, a latinism, Quem non capit.