HYMNS.
No angel, hov'ring o'er that spring, As o'er Bethesda,* stoops to bring Healing and health upon his wingFor, rob'd in garments dyed, t The angel of the cov'nant, there, Bids the blest stream His virtue share; While angels blush, nor weeping dare Behold the crimson tide!
Bathe in this blood, on Calvary shed, " Not feet alone, but hands and head," From works, and ordinances dead, t
It sets the conscience free;
The mercy- seat it sprinkles wide; There, Lord, we plead that Thou hast died, Not washed alone, but sanctified,§ And justified, in Thee!
" Therefore hath He mercy on whom He will have mercy, and whom He will He hardeneth."
ROM. ix. 18.
This scripture, tho' awful its sound, By some a" hard saying" construed,|| Less fearful, perhaps may be found, When close with its context review'd.
* John v. 4.
+ Isa. lxiii. 1. i Heh, ix. 14.§ 1 Cor. vi. 11. John vi. 60.