A COLLECTION OF Divine Hymns, Upon Several Occasions; Suited to our common Tunes, for the use of Devout Christians, in Singing forth the Praises of God.  
Licenced, 1693.  
Edw. Cook.  
LONDON, Printed for Tho. Parkhurst, at the Bible and Three Crowns, the lower end of Cheapside, 1694.   

THE PREFACE  
FOR the Publication of this little Book, I may not make use of the Instance of the Painter, that took an Eye from one, a Limb from another, and a Complexion from a third, etc. lest some should expect too much Excellency here: know this, that it was only a Collection, with several Additions and Alterations for my own Family: But some seeing of it, desired that it might be made public. I am very sensible that the right performance of this Duty in Verse, in a Spiritual manner, is of greater difficulty than Prayer and Praise is in Prose; because here the Words and Composure is not our own: For all Psalmody falling under the Rules of Art, and confined to Sounds, there is not that freedom of Soul to express the present Conceptions of our Mind and Spirit as in Prose, though many times the Verse hits upon the very thoughts of our Hearts; and may express them better than we could ourselves; but this is accidental. I confess this is one of the Arguments for Forms of Prayer; and truly I must own there is a necessity of betaking ourselves to well Composed Forms in Hymns and Psalms; for I know of no Ministers or Christians that pretend to any accuracy in sudden extempore Hymns, or putting a Psalm of David into Verse, so well suddenly, as they can by Study, Premeditation, and Composure; especially for the use and benefit of others: It is not my business here to dispute, others have well answered all other 
Baxter's Paraph on Psalms  Objections against this Duty. It's easily understood that he that Prays is the mouth of all the rest, and it's their great Duty that join with him, to labour affectionately, to go along with him in their Spirits, and at last to say Amen to all that they apprehend hath been according to the will of God: But in Psalms and Hymns they are all Mouths, all vocally Praise God, therefore aught to hear before hand, or have it before them in a Book what is to be Sung; and this must not be only to avoid Confusion, but it is necessary in all Harmony, that Words and Sounds be Concordantly the same: And here lies the difference between Prayer and Praise in Verse, or Psalmody, and Prayer and Praise in Prose; this first being vocally expressed by one, the other vocally expressed by all. It must be acknowledged that there must be a due regard had to variety of Psalms and Hymns, lest we dull and cloy ourselves in the use of this Spiritual and Evangelical Duty: and indeed I cannot but express my experience in this matter, that an excellent new and well composed Hymn, or the often varying in this ordinance doth much affect me; and I believe all persons will acknowledge, that the often or constant use of the same Psalm or Hymn, hath not such a tendency to stir up such lively affections: And I need not tell any the reason of this, that knows any thing of the Soul of Man; and the humane nature: which must be delighted even in the worship of God. I hope some will collect more and better for the benefit of the Church, and those that do believe▪ and that none will grutch us this most ancient, useful, nay glorious employment: if they do they are worse than the Heathen Pliny, who gives an account of the Christians (not scoffingly) in his time; this being one part of their character, that it was their practice to sing praises to God, and to one Jesus, whom they called their Redeemer, before the break of day.  
If any shall benefit by the use of this little Collection, or be excited to set upon the Work and do it far better; it is that which I hope for, earnestly desiring God may have the glory, and believers Souls the help and advantage, by such an attempt.  
Yours etc.   

A TABLE OF THE Hymns in this Book.  
 Page THE Majesty and Greatness of God. 1 God's Creation of Earth and Sea. 2 God's Provision for his Creatures. 4 God's Providence in Government of the World. 6 God's Riches fills the Earth, and Sea. 8 All Creatures sustained by God. 8 God is to be Praised for his wonderful Works. 9 Come hallelujah Sing. 10 Give Laud unto the Lord. 13 Ye Angels Bright. 14 Confession, Petition, Thanksgiving. 18 Heavens King my Careful Shepherd. 22 Hymn for the Sabbath-Day. 23 — Another for the Sabbath. 24 — Another. 25 — Another. 26 — Another. 28 — Another. 95 For Communion with God. 29 A Cry before the Sacrament. 30 Against Unbelief. 32 Song of Praise for the Lord's Supper. 33 Admiration of Divine Mercy. 34 The Conflict. 36 Song of Praise for the Hope of Glory. 37 God's Mercy ground of Praise. 39 Justice and Judgement. 43 Why do Heathen rage. 43 Hymn for the Sacrament. 45 — Another. 46 — Another. 47 — Another. 48 The Lord doth Reign. 49 Ye Servants of the Lord. 50 Give Thanks unto the Lord. 51 Blest is the Man, whose. 52 Blameless Life, out of the 119 Psal. Not to us Lord, not to us. 56 Thus spoke the Lord unto his Son. 57 United Joys. 60 Reliance on God. 61 Early and earnest seeking of God. 62 Praises in Zion. 63 Confession and Petition. 64 Panting after God. 65 For a Funeral. 66 Petition for Answer of Prayer. 67 Petitions to, and confidence in God. 68 High confidence in God. 70 Confidence in God as a Shepherd. 71 The Souls resolve to bless God. 72 Flourishing and fading of the Wicked. 73 At Funerals. 74 At parting of Friends. 76 Song of Praise out of Revelat. 77 Praise for Deliverance from Enemies. 77 Praise for Joy in the Holy Ghost. 78 Praise for Pardon. 79 Praise for peace of Conscience 80 Variety of Providences. 80 For the Gospel. 82 For Redemption. 82 For the Morning. 84 — Another. 99 For the Evening. 85 — Another. 100 For good Success. 86 A general Song of Praise. 87 Mystery of Godliness, and on the Heavenly Mount. 89 The shaking of Coasts. 90 Collection from several Psalms. 92 Doxologies. 93 Affections to Jesus. 96 Of Loyal Faith. 96 The Souls Thirst for the Holy Spirit. 97 Of Praise and Hope. 98  
In all 73 Hymns.   

A Collection of Hymns.  

Hymn out of the 104 Psalm. The Power and Goodness of God in the Creation and Governments of the World, celebrated with Praise.  

Part. I. The Majesty and Greatness of God.  D. W. 

I.  
COme, O, my Soul! my nobler part,  
Thy noblest powers now bring;  
Rouse up thyself with ravished heart,  
Thy Maker's praise to sing.   

II.  
O mighty Lord! my God and King,  
How shall my meanness treat  
Of thee, and of thy Glories sing,  
Who art exceeding great!   

III.  
Eternal Being, who to none,  
Dost thine Existence owe;  
All things that are didst thou alone  
Make out of nothing grow.   

iv  
Invisible to Mortal Eye,  
To th'World is God displayed,  
With Glory and with Majesty,  
In his own Works arrayed.   

V  
When thou rain'st, Lord, to our sight,  
Thyself to manifest,  
First in a Robe of spotless Light,  
Thou didst thyself invest.   

VI  
Then as a glittering Diadem  
Thou framest the Firmament,  
(Wherein each Star shines as a Gem)  
stretched to a vast extent.   

VII.  
On Waters raised unto the Sky,  
Thou mighty Beams hast laid,  
And meet for thy Great Majesty  
A Royal Palace made.   

VIII.  
The blackest Clouds with brightest Beams,  
The glorious Sun doth gild;  
These are thy Chariots, from them streams  
Light, which thy Glory fills.   

IX.  
When thou descend'st to cast an Eye  
On these inferior things;  
In these thou rid'st, or else dost fly,  
Making the Wind thy wings.   

X.  
Bright Angels stand before thy face;  
At thy Command thy go;  
With such winged speed they run their Race;  
Swift flames to them are slow.    

Part II. God's Creation of the Earth and Sea.  

I.  
Thou hast the Pillars of the Earth,  
On Basis set so fast,  
Unmoved they from the World's first-birth,  
Unto its end shall last.   

II.  
Thou o'er the Infant's Earth's bare face,  
A Purple Veil dost spread,  
Of Waters woven couched in the place,  
Where Hills now show their head.   

III.  
But that the Earth might see the light,  
And smile on springing day;  
Thy Voice like Thunder did affright,  
And rend those Vails away.   

iv  
The Mountains that in watery Beds  
Lay sleeping, heard thy call,  
And starting, raised up their heads,  
Stood looking over all.   

V  
The Vails affrighted, straight began  
To sink and shrink away;  
The frighted Waters trembling ran,  
And in their bosom lay.   

VI  
But lest the Waters should at length  
Cast off their captive Chain,  
And growing bold, should by their strength  
Their Empire lost regain.   

VII.  
For ever thou to check their Pride  
Hast by thy mighty hand  
Fixed them a bound, forced to abide  
Within a wall of Sand.   

VIII.  
Beside the mighty Valley made,  
The Channel of the Sea,  
A Thousand Valleys in the shade  
Of raised Mountains lay.   

IX.  
And that the Valleys might not want  
The Waters that were fled,  
Some of these Captives did recant  
And back again were led.   

X.  
Led through the Chambers of the Earth,  
In dark and secret ways,  
Till Born again by a new birth,  
They saw the Sun's Bright Rays.    

Part III. Gods Provision for all his Creatures.  

I.  
The mighty God who Rules all things,  
Makes Valleys fresh and gay,  
With Crystal streams from silver springs,  
Where Flocks both feed and play.   

II.  
These Waters with their purling Rills,  
Make pleasant harmony;  
And whilst they dance amongst the Hills,  
Delight both Ear and Eye.   

III.  
Wild Asses, and the tamer Beasts,  
Do here both Drink and Dine;  
Their Pastures are their pleasant Feasts:  
Their Waters are their Wine.   

iv  
That no delights behind may stay,  
The Birds their Music bring,  
And while the Beasts do feed and play,  
The Birds in branches sing.   

V  
And lest the Mountains should complain,  
That tho' they thirsted first,  
They still may thirst, and not obtain  
One drop to quench their thirst.   

VI  
God from his Chambers looking down,  
His Blessings on them pours,  
With flowery Blossoms doth them Crown,  
Produced by pleasant showers.   

VII.  
The Earth hath mighty appetites,  
But God doth still provide  
A feast to which he all invites,  
And all are satisfied.   

VIII.  
For Beasts, he makes the Earth produce  
The Grass a grateful food,  
And pleasant Herbs to, for the use  
Of Man, to both he's good.   

IX.  
Of man and of his food hath he  
Made Earth the common Source,  
That Man might know the Earth to be  
His Mother and his Nurse.   

X.  
He feeds him with the finest Bread,  
And makes his Face to shine  
With Oil, and when his Joys are dead,  
He cheers his Heart with Wine.    

Part IU. God's admirable Providence in the Government of the World.  

I.  
THE stately Trees that grow upon  
Dry Hills, no moistute want,  
The Cedar, King in Lebanon,  
Is Gods own Royal Plant.   

II.  
Within these Trees, Birds for their young  
Build little nurseries.  
The Stork to save herself from wrong  
Unto the Fir-tree flies.   

III.  
Wild Goats themselves to Hills betake  
As Castles of Defence;  
And Rocks the weaker Coneys make  
Shields for their innocence.   

iv  
The Sun and Moon, the King and Queen  
Of heavens bright Court above,  
By all the lower World are seen  
In state to shine and move.   

V  
The Moon this lower World to Grace  
Gives night the Face of day;  
At length she shows but half a Face  
And turns herself away.   

VI  
Thus by her changes she defines  
The Periods of our time,  
The Sun in brighter glory shines,  
And doth much higher climb.   

VII.  
But yet this glorious height and light,  
Secures not from a fall:  
With thousand Lamps, the sable Night  
Sets forth his Funeral.   

VIII.  
The Earth than puts her Mourning on,  
Then darkness is her Veil,  
Then all her loveliness is gone,  
All her delights do fail.   

IX.  
Then Savages that hate the Light,  
Which might their thefts bewray,  
Under the Curtains of the night,  
Securely seek their prey.   

X.  
Then the fierce Tyrants of the Wood,  
Whose force none dare withstand;  
Young Lions roar and seek their food  
From God Almighty's hand.   

XI.  
But now the Sun Revives again,  
And with him brings the Day,  
In Dens, where they before had lain,  
Themselves again they lay.   

XII.  
Thus Beasts of Prey give place to men,  
As Darkness doth to Light:  
Man safely minds his business then  
Till day resigns to night.    

Part V God's Riches fills the Earth and Sea.  

I.  
In all these works (how many fold)  
Thy Glories, Lord, do shine;  
In them such Wisdom we behold,  
We know the works are thine.   

II.  
Vast sums thy Royal Treasuries,  
The Earth and Sea contain,  
Tho' still laid out for our supplies,  
They still return again.   

III.  
Vast Troops well armed with Silver Scales,  
Do forage in the Sea;  
There sport's the mighty Giant Whales;  
There Pigmy fishes play.   

iv  
Small Ships there ride on mighty Waves,  
And as they rise and fall,  
Men sail among high Tombs, deep Graves,  
Yet fear no Funeral.    

Part VI All Creatures are sustained by God.  

I.  
All Creatures, Lord, which thou hast made,  
Upon thee waiting stand;  
Their strength doth fail, their beauty fade,  
Not cherished by thy hand.   

II.  
But thou, O God, who gav'st them life,  
Sustainest them all with food;  
Thou scatter'st, they with busy strife,  
Strait gather what is good.   

III.  
Thy smiles do make them brisk and gay,  
Thy favour is their joy;  
But if thou turn'st thyself away,  
They mourn, and faint, and die.   

iv  
Their life and breath is in thine hand,  
Thy strength's their stay and trust;  
Sustained or left by thee they stand  
or fall, and turn to dust.   

V  
And when they're left by thee, they fall,  
And lifeless dust remain;  
By thy life-breathing Spirit they all,  
Revive and live again.   

VI  
The face then of the fruitful Earth  
Is with new beauty blest,  
And all her Children sing for mirth,  
In new Apparel dressed.   

VII.  
The World is changed by Power Divine,  
But God is still the same  
In all his works his Glory shines,  
Eternising his Name.    

Part VII. God is to be praised for his dreadful Majesty and wonderful Works.  

I.  
He sits on an Eternal Throne,  
With Mercy clothed and Might;  
The works his hands hath wrought alone,  
Are still his heart's delight.   

II.  
If in his Robes of Majesty,  
He to the Earth draw near,  
Or cast from Heaven a flaming Eye,  
Th'Earth trembling faints for fear.   

III.  
Of if he his Almighty hand  
On th'Mountains heads doth lay,  
The Mountains can no longer stand,  
But smoke and melt away.   

iv  
I will extol with noble Praise  
This mighty God and King,  
While vital Breath prolong my days,  
His Praises I will sing.   

V  
My heart and tongue with holy strife,  
Shall in his Praises be  
Continual Rivals all my life,  
For Joy one Jubilee.   

VI  
Let those who do this Lord despise,  
And 'gainst his Law rebel,  
As Rebels, fall, and never rise,  
But sink from Earth to Hell.   

VII.  
But, Oh my Soul! my ravished Heart,  
Praise thou th'Almighty King;  
Let all his Subjects bear a part,  
And Hallelujah sing.     

Hymn II. as the 148 Psalm.  


COme Hallelujah sing,  
Jehovah's Praise proclaim  
From Heaven, till Earth do ring  
I'th'▪ heights extol his fame,  
His Glory raise  
Ye Armiesall  
Angelical,  
With glorious Praise.   

Thy Beams, O Sun by day!  
Thy Rays, O Moon by night!  
Unto his Praise display,  
Praise him ye Stars of Light;  
His Praise declare  
Ye heavens above,  
And Clouds that move  
I'th'empty Air;   

O let them praise the Name  
Of this all-glorious Lord,  
For at his call they came,  
Created by his Word;  
For ever he  
Hath fixed them fast;  
For there he passed  
A firm Decree.   

The Lord who all things keeps,  
Praise ye from Earth below,  
Ye Dragons and all deeps,  
Ye Fire, and Hail, and Snow,  
And Vapours stirred  
By stormy Winds  
Which he doth bind  
Or lose by's Word.   

Ye Mountains which do raise  
Your Heads to Heaven, and all  
Ye Hills and Mountains praise,  
Fruit-trees and Cedars tall;  
Beasts, wild and tame,  
Each creeping thing,  
All Birds of wing  
Exalt his Name.   

Ye Kings of great command,  
And Men of meaner birth,  
Ye potent Princes, and  
All Judges of the Earth,  
Both Young Men all,  
Maids in their prime,  
Men hoard with time,  
And Children small:   

O let them join and raise  
Jehovah's Name on high;  
His Name's above their praise,  
Exalted gloriously  
With Rays Divine  
His Glory bright  
Obscures Earth's Light,  
And th'Heavens outshine.    

Gloria Patri.  
To th'Father and the Son,  
And Holy Ghost now be  
All glory unto one  
True God and Persons three;  
As 'twas, is when  
Times measure ends,  
His Praise transcends  
All time; Amen.   

The Angels and Church's Hymn.  
Glory to God on high,  
And Peace to Men below;  
Now God in Grace is nigh,  
And Blessings to bestow.  
All Glory then  
To th'Father too,  
The Son also,  
And Spirit; Amen.    

Hymn III. as 148 Psalm.  D. W. 

GIve laud unto the Lord,  
From the Celestial Coasts;  
All ye his Praise record,  
His Angels and his Hosts  
Him glorify;  
Sun, Moon and Stars,  
(Yea highest Spheres)  
And cloudy Sky.   

O let them praise his Name,  
Since made by his command,  
Who ' established all the frame  
Perpetually to stand;  
He also made  
A firm Decree,  
Which needs must be  
By them obeyed.   

Praise God from Earth below,  
Ye Dragons and all Deeps,  
Fire, Hail, Clouds, Wind, and Snow,  
Whom in command he keeps:  
Hills low and high,  
Trees all that grow,  
Beasts swift or slow,  
Fouls all that fly.   

Kings and the vulgar throng,  
Princes and Judges all,  
Yea men and maidens young,  
Old men and children small,  
Praise ye his name,  
Who's name alone  
As th' only one  
Extol in fame.   

Whose glory bright doth blaze  
Above the Earth and Sky,  
Of all his Saints the praise  
He sets their Horn on high,  
Even those that spring  
Of Israel's race  
Much in his Grace,  
His praises sing.    

Hymn III. as the 148 Psalm.  


YE holy Angels bright,  
Which stand before God's Throne,  
And dwell in glorious light,  
Praise ye the Lord each one.  
You there so nigh,  
Fit than we  
Dark sinners be,  
For things so high.   

You blessed Souls at rest,  
Who see your Saviour's face,  
Whose glory, even the least  
Is far above our Grace;  
God's praises sound  
As in his sight  
With sweet delight  
You do abound.   

All Nations of the Earth  
Extol the World's great King,  
With melody and mirth  
His glorious praises sing,  
For he still reigns,  
And will bring low  
The proudest foe,  
That him disdains.   

Sing forth Jehovah's praise,  
Ye Saints that on him call,  
Magnify him always,  
His holy Churches all:  
In him rejoice,  
And there proclaim  
His Holy Name  
With sounding voice.   

My Soul bear thou thy part,  
Triumph in God above,  
With a well tuned heart,  
Sing thou the Songs of love;  
Thou art his own,  
Whose precious blood  
Shed for thy good  
His love made known.   

He did in love begin,  
Renewing thee by Grace,  
Forgiving all thy Sin,  
Showed thee his pleased Face:  
He did thee heal  
By his own merit,  
And by his Spirit  
He did thee Seal.   

In saddest thoughts and grief,  
In sickness, fears, and pain,  
I cried for his relief,  
And did not cry in vain,  
He heard with speed,  
And still I found  
Mercy abound  
In time of need.   

Let not his praises grow  
On prosperous heights alone,  
But in the Vales below  
Let his great love be known;  
Let no distress  
Curb and Control  
My Winged Soul,  
And Praise suppress.    

Part II.  

Let not the fear or smart  
Of his chastising Rod,  
Take off my fervent Heart  
From praising my dear God;  
Still let me kneel  
And to him bring  
This offering,  
What e'er I feel.   

Tho' I lose friends and wealth,  
And bear reproach and shame,  
Tho' I lose ease and health,  
Still let me praise God's name;  
That fear and pain  
Which would destroy  
My thanks and joy,  
Do thou restrain.   

Tho' humane help departed,  
And Flesh draw near to dust,  
Let Faith keep up my Heart  
To love God true and just,  
And all my Days  
Let no disease  
Cause me to cease  
His joyful praise.   

Tho' sin would make me doubt,  
And fill my Soul with fears;  
Tho' God seem to shut out  
My daily Cries and Tears;  
By no such frost  
Of sad delays,  
Let thy sweet praise  
Be nipped and lost.   

Away distrustful care,  
I have thy promise Lord,  
To banish all despair  
I have thy Oath and Word,  
And therefore I  
Shall see thy face,  
And there thy Grace  
Shall Magnify.   

Tho' sin and death conspire  
To rob thee of thy praise,  
Towards thee I'll aspire,  
And thou dull hearts canst raise;  
Open thy door,  
And when grim death  
Shall stop his breath  
I'll praise thee more.   

With thy triumphant flock,  
Then I shall numbered be:  
Built on th' eternal Rock  
His Glory we shall see.  
The heavens so high  
With praise shall ring,  
And all shall sing  
In harmony.   

The Sun is but a spark  
From the eternal Light,  
Its brightest beams are dark,  
To that most glorious sight;  
There the whole choir  
With one accord  
Shall praise the Lord  
For evermore.     

Hymn V of three parts. 1. Confession. 2. Petition. 3. Thanks-givi●●… Coll.  

LORD from the horrid deep, my cries  
Ascend unto thine Ear,  
Do not my mournful voice despise,  
But my Petition hear.   

I do confess that I received  
My very shape in sin,  
In it my Mother me conceived,  
And brought me forth therein.   

Numberless evils compass me,  
My sins do me assail,  
More than my very hairs they be,  
So that my heart doth fail.   

But there is Mercy to be had  
With thee, and pardoning Grace,  
That men may be encouraged,  
With fear to seek thy face.   

Have Mercy Lord, and pity take  
On me in this distress,  
For thine abundant mercy sake,  
Blot out my wickedness.   

My youthful sins do thou deface,  
Keep them not on record,  
But after thine abundant Grace  
Remember me O Lord.   

Lord hid thy face from all my sins,  
And my misdeeds deface,  
O God make clean my heart within,  
Renew it with thy Grace;   

From every presumptuous crime,  
Thy Servant Lord restrain;  
And let them not at any time  
The least dominion gain.   

Blessed is he to whom the Lord  
Imputeth not his sin,  
Whose heart hath all deceit abhorred,  
And guiles not found therein.   

O then let joy and gladness speak,  
And let me hear their voice,  
That so the bones which thou didst break,  
May feelingly rejoice.   

Then bless the living Lord, my Soul;  
His glorious praise proclaim,  
Let all my inward powers extol,  
And bless his holy name,   

Forget not all his benefits,  
But bless the Lord my Soul,  
Who all thy trespasses remits,  
And makes thee sound and whole.   

Behold what wondrous love on us  
The Father hath bestowed,  
That we should be advanced thus  
And called the Sons of God.   

Because thy loving kindness is  
Better than length of days,  
And preciouser than life its self,  
My Lips shall speak thy praise.   

With Marrow and sweet Fatness filled,  
My thankful Soul shall be,  
My Mouth shall join with joyful lips,  
In giving praise to thee.   

For whom have I in Heaven but thee?  
Nor is there any one  
In all the World desired of me,  
Besides thyself alone.   

Tho' flesh consume and heart be broke,  
And all do fail me sore,  
Yet God's my heart's unshaken Rock,  
And portion evermore.   

The path of Life thou wilt show me:  
With thee are all the Treasures  
Of Joy, and at thy right hand be  
The everlasting pleasures.   

Goodness and Mercy all my days  
Shall surely follow me:  
And in the house of God always,  
My dwelling place shall be.   

Lord all thy works do speak thy praise,  
And thee thy Saints shall bless,  
They shall proclaim thy Kingdom's fame,  
And thy great power express.   

Thy Kingdom everlasting is,  
Its glory hath no end,  
And thine alone Dominion  
Through Ages doth extend.   

Glory to the Eternal God,  
In his transcendent place;  
Let peace on Earth make her abode,  
Let men receive his Grace.   

The Elders and the blessed Saints,  
Who do thy Throne surround,  
Do never cease by night or day  
These praises to resound.   

The Song of Moses and the Lamb,  
They sing with one accord.  
Great are thy works and marvellous,  
Almighty God our Lord.   

Just are thy ways thou King of Saints,  
And true is all thy word;  
Who would not fear and glorify  
Thy holy name, O Lord?   

The Lamb is worthy, that was slain,  
Of Power and Renown,  
Of Wisdom, Honour, and to wear  
The Royal Glorious Crown.   

For thou our Souls redeemed haste,  
By thy most precious Blood,  
And made us Kings and Sacred Priests  
To the Eternal God.   

Let the exalted heavens rejoice,  
And let the Earth be glad:  
The Sea with its applauding noise,  
Triumphant praise shall add.   

O bless the Lord, all ye his Hosts,  
And Ministers of his,  
And all his works throughout all Coasts  
Where his Dominion is.   

Bless thou the Lord my Soul, my mouth  
His praises shall proclaim;  
Bless him all flesh, all that hath breath,  
Praise ye the Lord's great name;   

To Father Son and Holy Ghost,  
All Glory be therefore:  
As our Baptism doth oblige  
Both now and evermore.    

A small Collection from Mr. Burgess.  

Heaven's King my careful Shepherd is,  
I am his Pasture Sheep.  
'Twere strange if I should come to want,  
For he doth never sleep,   

His Word and Ordinances are  
Fat Pastures unto me,  
In them he leads me where the streams  
Of Grace and Peace run free.   

Surely thy goodness and free grace  
Shall reach me all my days,  
And let my life be long or short,  
I'll spend it in thy praise.   

Blessing and Glory and Renown,  
Then give we altogether,  
To him that on the Throne sets down,  
And to the Lamb for ever:    

Hymn VI for the Sabbath.  D. B. 

COme let us set to Angels work,  
Yea Lord, I'll sing thy praise;  
I will proclaim thy wondrous Grace,  
Thy Honour we will raise.   

Thanksgiving is a heavenly work,  
'Tis all in Heaven they do,  
To thank and praise the Lord most high,  
On Earth 'tis sweet work too.   

Let all the World shout at the Just,  
God will be their high Tower,  
And such a Fort, that all the World  
Shall ne'er one Saint devour.   

Of silly babes and sucklings weak,  
Thou makest the Church so strong,  
That it confounds the Gates of Hell  
That seek to do it wrong.   

My Thoughts are much too big for words,  
When to thy Heavens I look,  
And view the Moon and Stars most high,  
Thy glorious lovely book.   

Then bless my Soul and all my powers,  
Bless ye Jehovahs' name,  
As ye were born to do, the Saints  
Do always praise the same;   

Through Christ he pardons all our sins,  
And blots out our misdeeds,  
He heals our outward maladies,  
And supplies all our needs.   

He hath the Keys of Hell and Death.  
The Souls of men to save,  
He in his kindness bore the Cross,  
That we the Crown might have.   

Bless, bless my Soul, that Lord and God,  
Whose benefits engage,  
His benefits of every hour  
Who can count in an Age?   

For this his loving kindnesses,  
He's sooner reconciled,  
Than any tender Father is  
To his Repenting Child,  
To Father, Son and Holy Ghost, etc.    

For the Sabbath.  

O Blessed are ye Saints above,  
How active is your state?  
You ever bless the Lord your God,  
Not at our broken Rate.   

They never pray but always praise,  
They endless Sabbaths keep▪  
They never shut their Eyes or Mouths,  
Their rest is free from sleep.   

But oh how weak are crawling Worms,  
How short's our Sabbath days?  
We die more hours by far in sleep,  
Than we do live in praise.   

O Glorious God accept our Wills,  
And Weaknesses forgive,  
We wish our Souls were like the Saints,  
Unlike them as we live.   

They all were once as weak as we,  
Lord grant (we be not long,)  
That we may be as strong as they,  
And sing their heavenly song.   

●ord what is life without thy love,  
'Tis but a sorry thing,  
What makes the Court of Heaven above?  
Thy Presence 'tis great King.   

〈◊〉 do not envy great men's state,  
Nor pine to see their store,  
Take they the World, give me thy Love,  
I'm Rich, and they are Poor.    

Hymn VII. Another for the Sabbath day.  

O God whose glorious Majesty,  
We can so little praise,  
●Tis but a few and weary hours,  
And those the best of days.   

Heaven be the land of praise,  
Lord why must we keep thence?  
What folly is't that makes us loath  
To die and to go hence?   

●each down, Reach down thine arm of Grace,  
Lord fit us to ascend,  
Where Congregations near broke up,  
And Sabbaths have no end.   

●here, there's no sleep nor weariness  
To break thy Servants peace,  
●or envious thoughts nor slanderous Tongues,  
Their troubles to increase.   

There, there's no fault, but all is free,  
There day lives without night,  
There Men and Angels live by love,  
And in thy lovely light.   

I come, I come my God to thee,  
Thanks Lord to thee I come,  
My wearied starved prodigal Soul,  
Come Soul, come gladly home.   

World take thy husks and give thy Swine,  
I am for better bread,  
For all my Father's Children be  
With Heavenly Manna fed,   

Now flesh leave Tempting of me now,  
To dote on sensual things,  
They that thy Feasts do value much,  
They know not Christ the King.   

Too long, too long my simple Soul  
A bondslave thou hast been,  
This day I join thee to thy God,  
And thee Divorce from Sin.   

My dearest Lord and my poor Soul  
For ever, ever Love,  
According to his Covenant seal  
In this World and above.    

Hymn VIII. Another for the Sabbath or Lords D …  

MY Lord, my Love was Crucified,  
He all the pains did bear,  
But in the sweetness of his rest,  
He makes his Servants share.   

… w sweetly rest thy Saints above,  
Which in thy Bosom lie;  
… y Church below doth rest in hope  
Of that felicity.   

●ou, Lord, who daily feedest thy Sheep,  
Makest them a weekly Feast.  
… y Flocks meet in their several Folds  
Upon this day of Rest.   

welcome and dear unto my Soul  
●re these sweet feasts of Love;  
〈◊〉 what a Sabbath shall I keep,  
When I shall Rest above?   

… ess thy wise and wondrous love,  
Which bind us to be free;  
… ich makes us leave our Earthly snares,  
That we may come to thee.   

… me, I wait, I hear, I pray,  
Thy footsteps, Lord, I trace;  
… ng to think this is the way,  
Unto my Saviour's Face.   

… is market day doth Saints enrich,  
And smiles upon them all,  
●…s their Pentecost, on which  
The Holy Ghost doth fall.   

●…ay of Wonders! Mercies Pawn,  
The weary Souls recruit,  
… e Christians Goshen, Heaven's Dawn,  
The end of endless fruit.    

Hymn X. As the 100 Psalm.  

THou spread'st a weekly Table, Lord,  
Where Souls may banquet on thy Wor●…  
Whilst means in plenty we enjoy,  
Let not our Souls be parched and dry.   

We wait here at Bethesda's Pool,  
Those Waters which refresh and cool,  
We wait whose Souls are scorched with sin;  
O come, dear Saviour, help us in.   

Thy Power and thy Grace display,  
Be thou amongst us on thy day,  
That sinners may observe thy call,  
And numerous converts to the fall,   

That those who do thy footsteps trace,  
May find all sweetness in thy Grace.  
O may they never more complain  
That they have sought their good in vain.   

Thy People at thy Footstool lie,  
Behold us with a gracious Eye,  
O let our Souls with Jesus meet,  
Our fellowship with him be sweet.   

Among thy people here am I,  
Lord let me not be passed by,  
Let this poor Soul with triumph say,  
I've seen my dearest Lord to day.   

I sit within thy Temple shade,  
O let thy presence make me glad,  
Love me, my Lord, or else I die,  
Thy Love alone can satisfy.    

Hymm XI. For Communion with God.  

●Las! my God, that we should be  
Such strangers to each other:  
that as Friends we might agree,  
And walk and talk together!   

●…ou knowst my Soul does dearly love  
The place of thine abode;  
〈◊〉 Music gives so sweet a sound,  
As these two words, My God.   

●ong not for the fruit that grows  
Within these Gardens here;  
●…nd no sweetness in the Rose,  
When Jesus is not near.   

… y gracious presence, O my Christ!  
Can make a Paradise;  
〈◊〉 what are all the goodly Pearls  
Unto this Pearl of price!   

… y I taste that Communion, Lord,  
Thy People have with thee?  
… y Spirit daily talks with them,  
O let it talk with me!   

… ke Enoch, let me walk with God,  
And thus walk out my day,  
… tended with the heavenly Guards,  
Upon my King's Highway.   

●hen wilt thou come unto me, Lord?  
O come, my Lord, most dear!  
… me near, come nearer, nearer still;  
I'm well when thou art near.   

●hen wilt thou come unto me Lord?  
I languish for thy sight;  
Ten thousand Suns, if thou art strange,  
Are shades instead of light.   

When wilt thou come unto me, Lord?  
For till thou dost appear,  
I count each moment for a day,  
Each minute for a year.   

Come Lord, and never from me go;  
This World's a darksome place;  
I find no pleasure here below,  
When thou dost veil thy face.   

There's no such thing as pleasure here;  
My Jesus is my all;  
As thou dost shine, or disappear,  
My pleasures rise or fall.   

Come, spread thy savour on my frame,  
No sweetness is so sweet;  
Till I get up to praise thy Name,  
Where all thy singers meet.    

Hymn XII. A Cry before the Sacrament▪  

TO day the Lord of Hosts invites  
Unto a costly Feast;  
O what a privilege is this,  
To be th'Almighty's Guest!   

I am invited, I must go,  
Lord help me to prepare,  
That so I may be welcome, and  
Partake of children's fare.   

All they that sit down with him must  
Be decked with his Grace;  
He smiles on such Communicants,  
And they behold his Face.   

●ut who, and what am I? O Lord!  
Unholy and unmeet,  
●o come within thy doors, or to  
Wash thy Disciples feet.   

Come Holy Spirit, come and take  
My filthy Garments hence,  
●he guilt, the stain, the love of sin,  
Will give my Lord offence.   

remember not my sins, O Lord!  
Which ever load my mind.  
Thy Son did die, for such as I,  
That I might mercy find.   

Worldly distractions stay behind,  
Below the Mount abide;  
Be no disturbance to my mind,  
Nor make my Saviour chide.   

Let nothing that is not divine,  
Within thy presence move,  
What e'er would cause thee not to shine,  
In tokens of thy Love.   

Whilst thou dost at thy Table sit,  
Send out thy Spirit to breathe  
Upon my Soul, to summon forth  
My Graces from beneath.   

A wake Repentance, Faith and Love,  
Awake, O every Grace!  
Come, come attend this glorious King,  
And bow before his face.   

O come, my Lord, the time draws nigh  
That I am to receive,  
Stand with my Pardon sealed by,  
Persuade me to believe:   

Let not my Jesus now be strange,  
Nor hid himself from me;  
O cause thy Face to shine upon  
The Soul that longs for thee!   

O let our Entertainment now  
Be so exceeding sweet!  
That we may long to come again,  
And at thy Table meet.    

Hymn XIII. Against Unbelief.  

A Soul that's burdened with the weight  
Of Sin, that on him lies,  
Must go to Golgotha, then ask  
For whom that Saviour dies.   

Surely for Sinners, such as I,  
That precious blood was spilt;  
Come, poor defiled Souls, O come,  
And wash away your guilt!   

Christ calls, arise, and do not fear,  
Tho' thou wast Satan's Slave;  
Let this thy drooping Spirit cheer,  
His Errand was to save.   

Christ did appear to Magdalen,  
When blinded with her Tears,  
To lead on others to believe,  
And cast away their fears.   

My sins are grown so high, that they  
Deserve a second Flood;  
Behold the Deluge, Christ is come  
To drown them in his Blood.   

My work is to believe on him,  
By Faith his Blood apply,  
When Faith takes out the fiery sting,  
That sinner shall not die:   

Lord give me this believing heart,  
Advance it more and more,  
Rebuke these doubts and scruples, that  
Are crowding at my door.   

●ord, Satan says my sins are high  
And spread before thy face,  
●ast heights indeed, but what are these  
Unto the heights of Grace?    

Hymn XIV. A Song of Praise for the Lords Supper.  

O Praise the Lord, Praise him, Praise him,  
Sing Praises to his name;  
● all ye Saints of Heaven and Earth,  
Extol and Laud the same.   

●ho spared not his only Son,  
But gave him for us all,  
●nd made him drink the Cup of wrath,  
The Wormwood and the Gall.   

… all nature shrunk, and did request  
That bitter Cup might pass,  
… t he must drink it off, and this  
The Father's pleasure was.   

〈◊〉 then I come to do thy Will,  
His blessed Son replied,  
●…elding himself to God and Man,  
He stretched his arms and died.   

〈◊〉 died indeed but risen again,  
And did ascend on high,  
That we poor Sinners lost and dead  
Might live eternally.   

Good Lord, how many Souls in Hell,  
Doth vengeance vex and tear,  
Were it not for a dying Christ,  
Our dwelling had been there:   

His blood was shed instead of ours,  
His Soul our Hell did bear,  
He took our sin, gave us himself,  
What an exchange is here?   

What ever is not Hell itself,  
For me it is too good;  
But must we eat the Flesh of Christ,  
And must we drink his Blood?   

His Flesh is Heavenly Food indeed,  
His Blood is Drink Divine,  
His Grace's drop like Honey▪ falls,  
His comforts taste like Wine.   

Sweet Christ, thou hast refreshed our Souls  
With thine abundant Grace,  
For which we magnify thy name,  
Longing to see thy Face.   

When shall our Souls mount up to thee,  
Most Holy, Just, and True,  
To eat that Bread and drink that Wine  
Which is for ever new?    

Hymn XV. The Sinners admiration of Divi … Mercy, as 148. Psalm  

WHO can this love express?  
His Mercy ne'er decays,  
●hat can my Soul do less?  
●han love him all my days.  
Bless God my Soul,  
… ' n unto Death,  
offering praise  
With every Breath.   

●y sins were very high,  
●his Soul almost in Hell,  
●et Jesus then drew nigh  
●nd caught me as I fell.  
Bless God my Soul  
●ven unto Death  
… flamed Love  
In every Breath.   

●ejected Souls may not  
acceptance with him fear,  
●…o sigh was e'er forgot,  
●e Botltes every Tear:  
Do not despair,  
because you see,  
●ow kind the Lord  
Has been to me.   

●ere Lord will I admire  
●he wonders of thy Grace,  
●ill thou shalt call me higher,  
●here to behold thy face:  
O height of Grace!  
Depth of Love!  
●ow fit me for  
Thy joys above.   

●o praise Redeeming Love,  
●y Soul doth now rejoice;  
Come thou assisting Dove,  
Thou knowst it is my choice.  
My Heart so low,  
Lord, thou canst raise,  
Blessed Spirit blow,  
And I shall praise.   

Glory to God on high,  
And peace to men below,  
Now Christ in Grace is nigh  
His Spirit to bestow.  
All Glory then  
To th' Father, too  
The Son also  
And Spirit. Amen.    

Hymn XVI. The Conflict.  

O What a War is in my Soul,  
Which fain would be devout?  
Exceeding weary of this fight,  
But dare not yet give out;   

The Flesh and Spirit both contend  
For this weak Soul of mine,  
That oft I know not what to do,  
But Lord I would be thine.   

I would believe, but unbelief  
Prevails the other way;  
And I have constant cause of grief,  
A longer Night than Day.   

I cry to God, these cries declare  
Whose part my Soul does take,  
Accept my poor desires, whilst I  
Do this resistance make.   

The Law of Sin Grace will Jar,  
Both dwelling in one Room,  
My Soul expects perpetual War,  
Till I am sent for home.   

Although these combats make me fear,  
They shall not cast me down,  
God will give Grace to hold out here,  
And Glory for my Crown.   

My restless Soul shall ne'er give o'er  
Until thy Bowels move,  
I'll not be driven, Lord, from thy Door  
Till thou shalt say I Love.    

Hymn XVII. A Song of Praise for the Hope of Glory.  

I Sojourn in a Veil of Tears,  
Alas! how can I sing,  
My Harp doth on the Willows hang,  
Distuned in every string,   

My Music is a Captives Chain,  
Harsh sounds my Ears do fill;  
How shall I sing sweet Zions Song,  
On this side Zions Hill?   

Yet lo I hear a joyful sound,  
Surely I quickly come,  
Each word much sweetness doth distil,  
Like a full Honey comb.   

And dost thou come my dearest Lord?  
And dost thou surely come?  
And dost thou surely quickly come?  
Methinks I am at home.   

Come then my dearest, dearest Lord,  
My sweetest, surest friend;  
Come, for I Loath these Kedar Tents,  
Thy fiery Chariots send.   

What have I here? my thoughts and joys  
Are all packed up and gone,  
My eager Soul would follow them  
To thine Eternal Throne.   

What have I in this barren Land?  
My Jesus is not here.  
Mine Eyes will ne'er be blest until  
My Jesus doth appear.   

My Jesus is gone up to Heaven  
To get a place for me;  
For 'tis his will that where he is,  
There should his servants be.   

Canaan I view from Pisgah's top;  
Of Canaan's Grapes I taste.  
My Lord who sends unto me here,  
Will send for me at last.   

I have a God that changeth not,  
Why should I be perplexed?  
My God that owns me in this World,  
Will Crown me in the next.   

Go fearless then, my Soul, with God,  
Into another Room.  
Thou who hast long walked with him here,  
Go see thy God at home.   

View Death with a Believing Eye,  
It hath an Angel's Face;  
And this kind Angel will prefer  
Thee to an Angel's place.   

The Grave is but a fining pot  
Unto believing Eyes:  
For there the Flesh shall lose its dross,  
And like the Sun shall rise.   

The World, which I have loved so well,  
Hath mocked me with its Lies,  
How gladly could I leave behind  
These vexing vanities?   

My dearest friends all dwell above,  
Them will I go to see,  
And all my friends in Christ below  
Will soon come after me,   

Fear not the Trumpets, Earth's rending sound,  
Dread not the Day of Doom.  
For he that is to be thy Judge,  
Thy Saviour is become.   

Blessed be my God that gives me light,  
Who in the dark did grope.  
Blessed be my God, the God of love,  
Who causeth me to hope,   

Here the word, Signet, Comforts Staff,  
And here is Grace's Chain.  
By these thy Pledges, Lord, I know  
My hopes are not in vain.    

Hymn XVIII. Psalms as 148. God's Mercy the Ground of Man's praise.  

Part I.  

O Celebrate the Lord,  
And with a grateful mind,  
His benefits record,  
He's ever good and kind.  
His Glorious Grace,  
And Mercy shines  
Beyond the lines  
Of time and place.   

II.  
O let his Israel  
His Glories bright display,  
This, this becomes them well  
To praise their God, and say,  
His glorious Grace  
And Mercy shines  
Beyond the lines  
Of Time and Place.   

III.  
A Song of Praise prepare,  
This work belongs to you,  
Of Aaron's house that are,  
And Gods Domestics too,  
His glorious Grace  
And Mercy shines  
Beyond the lines  
Of time and place.   

iv  
All ye that fear the Lord,  
All that his Laws obey,  
Praise him with one accord,  
Extol his name and say,  
His glorious Grace  
And Mercy shines  
Beyond the lines  
Of time and place.    

Part II. Praise for Protection.  

I.  
O, that I may record  
The kindness I have felt,  
Did call upon the Lord  
When my sad Heart did melt  
With Anxious fear,  
To my request  
When thus addressed,  
He bowed his Ear.   

II.  
How soon my fear was fled,  
He having heard my voice,  
Me out of trouble led,  
Into a Paradise,  
There I enjoy  
By him discharged,  
By him enlarged  
Sweet liberty.   

III.  
The mighty Lord of Hosts  
As chief is on my side,  
I'll not regard their boasts,  
Who do my trust deride;  
When God's my friend,  
Alas how can  
Poor feeble man  
With me contend?   

iv  
The Lord doth take my part  
With those that for me fight  
My foes shall backward start,  
All vanquished by his might,  
In God to trust  
Is better than  
In Mortal Men,  
Who are but dust.   

V  
Tho' Princes great in might  
Great Armies do command,  
They safety seek by flight,  
And fall by a strong hand.  
In God to trust  
Is better than  
In Mighty Men,  
That are but dust.   

VI  
To th'Father and the Son,  
And Holy Ghost now be,  
All Glory unto one  
True God, and Persons Three.  
As 'twas for when  
Times measure ends  
His praise transcends  
All time, Amen.   

VII.  
Glory to God on high,  
And peace to men below.  
Now God in Grace is nigh  
All blessings to bestow,  
All glory then  
To th'Father, to  
The Son also,  
And Spirit. Amen.     

Hymn IX. As Psalm 33.  

JUstice and Judgement he doth love,  
His Goodness fills all coasts,  
God by his word made Heaven above  
By's Spirit formed all their Hosts.   

The Seas he in their Channels keeps,  
Their heaps the Bellows cured,  
In storehouses he lays the deeps,  
O fear him all the World.   

In awe of him let all men stand  
That dwell from Sun to Sun.  
His work's confirm his high command,  
He spoke and it was done.   

The Counsel which the Heathen take  
The Lord doth bring to naught,  
And men's devices vain doth make,  
They no effect have wrought.   

The Counsel of the Lord stands sure,  
And so for ever shall.  
Th' intentions of his Heart endure  
To Generations all.   

That Nation's blessed whose Gods the Lord,  
That people's blessed whom he  
Hath chosen of his own accord  
His heritage to be.    

Hymn XX. 2. Psalm.  

WHY do the Heathen rage and fret.  
Till vain inventions tyre,  
The Kings on Earth themselves do set  
And Rulers do conspire.   

His gentle Government they count  
Their Yoke, his Laws their Chain,  
Freedom they'll have without control,  
No bands shall them restrain.   

But God above will scorn their rage,  
Their vain attempts deride,  
His Power shall vex them, and his Wrath  
Vex their defeated Pride.   

Then shall his voice in Thunder ring,  
His wrath on them shall fall;  
His fury thus insenced shall bring  
Vexation on them all.   

For all their spite I've set my King  
Securely on his Throne:  
And, what I had decreed before,  
Proclaimed him now my Son.   

This is the birthday of thy Rule,  
Thy Sceptre I'll advance  
O'er all the Earth; the Gentiles give  
For thine Inheritance.   

And thou shalt break their power and strength  
As with an Iron Rod:  
As Potsherds vile shall they at length  
Under thy foot be trod.   

Be wise now therefore all ye Kings,  
Ye Judges of the Land,  
Be ye instructed in the things  
Ye ought to understand.   

Serve ye the Lord with holy fear,  
With trembling awe rejoice,  
O Kiss the Sun lest that ye hear  
His angry threatening voice;   

So should you perish from the way  
His anger thus expressed,  
When's wrath is Kindled once; O they  
That trust in him are blest!    

Hymn XXI. Mr. J. G 's Hymn for the Sacrament.  

ROuse up you dearly purchased Souls,  
To praise the Lord above,  
And with affections true and large,  
Speak of his Grace and Love.   

The Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,  
By one consenting will,  
Declared for ransoming lost Souls,  
That Christ his blood should spill;   

All with provision in the way  
Unto the Holy Land,  
They are prepared by our dear Lord,  
And brought us by his hand.   

How sweet it is to banquet here,  
Let feasted Souls declare,  
How good to feed at such a feast  
Where such rich dainties are.   

But what we do enjoy on Earth,  
Are but the crumbs that fall;  
When Christ shall take us to himself,  
We shall enjoy our all.   

How long dear Lord? how long wilt thou  
Delay to take us up.  
Our absent Souls do wait in pain,  
With thee above to sup.   

The heavens a blessed song shall sing  
To Angel's God and ours,  
When all the Saints shall enter in  
With most enlarged powers.    

Hymn XXII. For the Sacrament.  

CHrist did contract with God,  
Before the World began,  
To save from Sin, from Hell and Death  
In time distressed man.   

God's Justice was most strict,  
The Debt must be paid down,  
But man by sin God's Image lost,  
Which was his Strength and Crown.   

Take up the Sword and slay  
This Enemy of mine,  
Did Justice say when 'twas enraged,  
But Christ stepped up in time;   

O Justice stop thy hand,  
Our Saviour kindly spoke,  
And if thou must have recompense  
Man's Debt I'll undertake.   

Come sheathe thy Sword in me,  
Let man not be undone,  
For now to suffer in his room,  
A man I will become.   

And what thou dost demand,  
I'll fully satisfy.  
If nothing else will purchase life,  
I am content to die.   

Ye Angels of the Lord,  
Ye Saints that are above,  
And all Redeemed Souls on Earth,  
Praise ye this God of Love.    

XXIV. Sacramental Hymns.  

LET those life-breathing lips of thine  
Be joined, O Christ, to me!  
Because thy Love excelleth Wine,  
And all thy Saints love thee.   

With Flagons of refreshing Joy,  
And Comforts from above,  
Stay me, O stay me powerfully,  
For I am sick of Love!   

Beneath his shadow I was placed,  
With very great content:  
His fruit was sweet unto my taste,  
(His Word and Sacrament.)   

O draw me! my dear Saviour,  
With those strong Cords of Love,  
And then shall we go after thee  
As fast as we can move.   

Herein is Love, not ours to God,  
But his to us most large;  
In sending down his only Son,  
Our great Debts to discharge.   

He saved us from the Wrath to come,  
At that most dreadful day;  
And was so good to shed his blood,  
To wash our sins away.   

Even Jesus Christ, who saved us all  
From storms of future wrath:  
Whose love to wash our sins away,  
Made his own blood the Bath.   

To him that on the Throne sets down,  
And Christ the Lamb, therefore,  
Be Blessing, Glory and Renown,  
And Power for evermore.    

Another.  

HOsanna to King David's Son,  
Hosanna to the Christ,  
That in the Almighty's name doth come,  
Hosanna in the highest.   

For thou were't slain, and art alive,  
Redeeming us to God,  
From every Nation, Kingdom, Tongue,  
By thy most precious Blood.   

Corruptive things as silver is,  
And Gold Redeemed us not:  
But the dear blood of Christ our Lord,  
A Lamb without a spot.   

My Saviour dear, my belov'd one  
Is mine, and I am his:  
Chief of ten thousand, he's alone,  
My highest Joy and Bliss.   

H'was Sin us for that knew no sin,  
That so we might be made,  
The Righteousness of God in him,  
By whom the price was paid.   

And being thus made free from sin,  
God's service to attend,  
The fruit to Holiness shall be,  
Eternal Life the end.   

By his own Will and Word hath he,  
Wrought our Regeneration;  
A kind of first ripe fruits to be,  
Of all the whole Creation.   

Now to the true eternal King,  
Not seen with mortal Eye;  
Th' immortal only wise true God,  
Be Praise perpetually.    

Hymn XXVI. As the 100 Psalm.  

THe Lord does reign, and like a King,  
Puts on his robes of glorious light;  
Tremble thou Earth, when he appears,  
Clothed and girt about with might.   

Under his rule, th' unquiet World,  
Will gain stability and Peace;  
Of old his Empire did begin,  
And like himself, can never cease.   

In vain the World rebellious powers,  
In tumults and commotions rise,  
Like troubled waters of the Sea,  
That bid defiance to the Skies.   

Resist not his unequal strength,  
That's far above your threatening noise;  
For even the Seas unruly Waves,  
Do calmly listen to his voice.   

Lord as thy Power can never fail,  
So all thy Promises are sure.  
'Tis thy perfection to be true,  
And those that serve thee to be pure.    

Hymn XXV. As the 148. Psalm:  

YE servants of the Lord  
1. That Heaven and Earth did frame;  
Who on his Service wait,  
Praise ye his glorious name.  
His goodness doth  
To this invite;  
His praise will give  
The best delight.   

In him all Glories meet;  
His greatness knows no bound;  
2. What other Gods do claim,  
In him is only found.  
Who as at first,  
He all things made,  
Still rules o'er all,  
By all obeyed.   

All things in Heaven above,  
3. Are Subject to his Will;  
The Earth and Seas below  
His pleasure do fulfil.  
At his Command  
From the World's end,  
Thick Vapours come,  
The Clouds ascend.   

Lightnings from thence burst out,  
And Rains are fast poured down;  
4. He brings his boisterous winds  
From Treasuries unknown.  
Thy name and thy  
Memorial,  
For ever Lord  
Continue shall.    

Hymn XXVIII. As 148. Psalm.  

GIVE thanks unto the Lord,  
That is so kind and good;  
5. Whose mercies firmly last,  
As they have ever stood.  
To this Great King,  
All things do bow,  
Angels above,  
And powers below.   

His works our wonder raise;  
The heavens his Wisdom made;  
6. And he the out stretched Earth  
Above the Waters laid.  
He made the Sun  
The Days great light,  
The Moon and Stars  
To rule the Night.   

Egypt's firstborn he smote  
And by his powerful hand,  
7. He broke off Israel's Yoke,  
And brought them from that Land:  
His mercies shown  
To Ages past,  
Eternally  
Shall spring and last.   

The parted Sea made way  
For Israel to pass;  
8. There the pursuing Host  
Of Pharaoh drowned was.  
His People through  
The Desert led,  
By Miracles  
Were daily fed.   

Kings that opposed their way,  
Sihon and Og he smote;  
9 And made their fruitful Land  
Fall to his People's Lot.  
His mercies shown  
To ages passed  
Eternally  
Shall spring and last.    

Hymn XXX. as 119. Psalms in its proper tune.  

Blessed is the man, whose blameless life  
The Law of God directs;  
Who keeps his precepts, and whose heart  
To serve the Lord affects.   

They never wilfully transgress,  
Who to these paths repair;  
Thou Lord hast charged us to keep  
All thy commands with care.   

O by thy Grace so guide my ways,  
Never from thine to swerve;  
Nothing shall shame my confidence,  
Whilst I thy laws observe.   

I'll praise thee better, when I'm more  
Instructed in thy fear;  
To serve thee I resolve: O give  
Me Graces to persevere.   

But how shall Youth, so prone to Vice,  
Govern their manners, Lord;  
By heedful listening to the Wise,  
Directions of thy Word?   

Sincerely I have begged thy Grace,  
O keep me close to thee:  
I've treasured up thy Word, that I  
Might not a Sinner be.   

I've chose thy Truths to be my guide,  
Thy Law my Rule have made:  
I'll run the way of thy Commands,  
Since thou hast made me glad.   

Lord, give me a discerning mind,  
And Knowledge of thy will;  
Then what thy sacred Law enjoins,  
I'll hearty fulfil.   

Incline my Heart to thy Commands,  
Whilst others Riches prise;  
From the vain pleasures of the world,  
Lord turn away mine Eyes.   

Thou art my Portion, and thy word,  
I count to be most dear;  
Thy promised Mercy and thy Love,  
Before this world prefer.   

My former wanderings I reviewed,  
And then without delay;  
Resolved to change my course, and turn  
Into thy safer way.   

Thy hands have made and fashioned me,  
With wisdom me endue,  
And by the knowledge of thy Laws,  
Lord form my Soul anew.   

I know thy Judgements righteous are,  
And all my troubles just;  
Lord let thy Mercy comfort me,  
For in thy Word I trust.   

For ever, like the Heavens, Lord,  
Thy Word is settled fast;  
As firmly as the Earth, thy Truth  
Does to all Ages last.   

These all in their appointed course  
Continue to this day;  
And all like ready Servants stand,  
Thine Orders to obey.   

Had not thy Truth been my support,  
Thy Law been my delight,  
Under the pressure of my woes,  
I'd sunk and perished quite.   

Of all Perfection here below,  
I soon discern an end;  
But thy large Precepts to all times  
And states of Life extend.   

O how I love thy Law! it is  
My daily exercise;  
This study makes me wiser far,  
Than all mine Enemies.   

Honey no sweetness does afford,  
Like what thy words create;  
From thence I learn the flatter'ng sweets,  
Of every sin to hate.   

Thy Word is to my Life a Guide,  
Unto my Paths a Light;  
I've sworn to keep thy righteous Laws,  
Which I'll perform aright.   

O let thy deal towards me,  
And mercy be the same,  
Thou usest to express to those  
That love and fear thy Name.   

Order my go in thy Word,  
And my Director be;  
Then no iniquity shall gain  
Dominion over me.   

I see how Sinners break thy Laws,  
By bold Impieties;  
This makes me sadly to lament,  
And Tears o'erflow mine Eyes.   

Thy Nature, Lord, and thy Commands  
Exactly do agree;  
Holy, and just, and true thou art,  
And such thy Precepts be.   

Thy Word from all impurer dross  
Refined, is my delight;  
On this I meditate before  
The Watches of the night.   

Those men are crowned with inward Peace,  
Who thy Commandments love;  
And no temptations unto sin  
To them a scandal prove.   

My Soul does all thy Precepts keep,  
And Testimonies prise;  
For all my Actions naked are,  
To thine allseeing Eyes.   

Like a lost Sheep, I've gone astray,  
But now to thee I come;  
Thy precepts I resolve t' obey,  
Lord bring thy Servant home:    

Hymn XXXI, As the 100 Psalm.  

NOt unto us, Lord not to us,  
But to thy Name the Praise we own;  
To thy free goodness and thy truth,  
The springs whence all our Blessings flow.   

Why should the Heathen ask in scorn,  
Where is the God whom you adore;  
In Heaven he reigns, but does on Earth,  
What e'er his Will ordained before.   

Silver and Gold their Idols are,  
And all their worth derive from thence;  
With no Divinity inspired,  
Since they are void of Life or Sense.   

For tho' the Maker forms an Eye,  
A Mouth or any other part;  
He cannot give them sight or breath,  
Nor lively motion by his Art.   

Fond Men, to think your Hands can make  
A God, to which our knee should bow,  
You trust what cannot help itself,  
Statues have Sense as much as you.   

The silent Grave cannot declare  
Thy wonders, nor proclaim thy praise;  
We'll now begin that Blessed work,  
Which shall continue all our days.    

110 Psalm, as 100  

THus spoke the Lord unto his Son,  
Sat thou advanced at my Right-hand;  
Till all thy conquered Foes shall crouch,  
And wait their doom from thy Command.   

From Zion shall thy Word go forth,  
Which like a Sceptre thou shalt sway;  
To bring the stubborn under rule,  
And make them willingly obey.   

Thy Conquest shall be great that day,  
The numerous Converts thou shalt view;  
Shall make an Army that exceeds,  
The Crystal drops of morning dew.   

The Lord hath all his Truth engaged  
By Oath, which he can never break;  
To make thee an Eternal Priest,  
Of th' Order of Melchizedeck.   

And when he's raised to his Throne.  
Proud Monarches that oppose his Reign,  
Shall fall, and all the wicked World,  
That will not stoop to him, be slain.   

While he pursues this Work, he'll stoop,  
To mean refreshments in the way;  
But with a glorious reward,  
God will his sufferings repay.    

103 Psalm, as 100  

BLess thou the Lord, my Soul, his Name,  
Let all the Powers within me Bless;  
O Let not his past favours lie  
Forgotten in unthankfulness.   

It's he that pardons all thy sins,  
He that in sickness makes thee sound:  
It's he redeemed from the Grave,  
Thy Life with love and mercy crowned.   

It's he that fills thy Mouth with good,  
And all thy just desires supplies:  
Who, like the Eagles, makes thine Age  
To a renewed youth arise.   

From his strict Justice sure relief  
Oppressed Innocence shall find;  
Moses and Israel knew his ways,  
And th' inclinations of his mind.   

Abundant Mercies flow from God;  
Love is his nature and delight;  
Slow is his wrath, and tho' he chides,  
Intends not to destroy us quite.   

Man's Days are like the Grass or Flower  
That in the Field its beauty shows;  
But fades with every blasting Wind,  
And then its former place none knows.   

But Gods eternal Truth and Love,  
Is to good men and to their Race:  
Those that his Laws, and Covenant keep,  
His favour ever will embrace.   

Circled with glorious light, his Throne  
The Lord has placed in Heaven above;  
Whose mighty Power and sovereign Rule,  
Extends o'er all that live and move.   

Bless God ye Angels who in strength  
And ready services transcend;  
Bless him ye Hosts and Ministers,  
Who all to do his Will attend.   

Let all his Works through all the World  
To praise their glorious Lord accord;  
And O my Soul bear thou thy part,  
And ever bless and praise the Lord.    

104 Psalm As the (100)  


MY Soul forever bless the Lord;  
To this his greatness does invite;  
Honour and Majesty's his Robe,  
His beauteous Vesture's splendid light.   

He as a Tent the Heaven extends,  
Whose Rooms on liquid Waters stay;  
Clouds are his Chariot, and the Winds  
With their winged Wheels meet out his way.   

Angels as swift as air, as bright  
As flames with quick obedience move;  
To publish and effect below,  
His Pleasure given in charge above.   

The Earth's foundations are unknown,  
No Pillars raised its weight to bear;  
And yet no power can make it move  
Tho' it hangs lose in flued Air.    

Part II.  

He from the Hills through secret veins,  
Causes the Crystal Springs to burst,  
They glide through Valleys, where the Beasts,  
And the Wild Asses quench their thirst.   

Their Birds are taught with curious Art  
Their Nests in shady Boughs to raise;  
And by their cheerful notes reprove  
Our silence in our Maker's praise.   

Nor can the higher grounds, which gape  
For thirst, complain that they're forgot:  
Clouds big with showers on them distil,  
And Water every barren plat.   

Great God, how various are thy works,  
Created all with wondrous skill!  
Thy Blessings, Lord, every the Earth,  
And the Seas spacious bosom fill.   

If God but in displeasure frown,  
The whole Creation needs must Mourn;  
If he withholds his Breath or theirs:  
They die and to their dust return.   

The great employment of my life  
Shall be to praise the mighty Lord;  
To think upon his love and works,  
The sweetest pleasure will afford.     
Dr. W. 
95. Psalm.  

COme let us with united joys  
To God our voices raise:  
With thankful hearts before him come,  
And loudly sing his praise.   

Our Lord is a great God and King,  
In powers eminent  
Above all Gods, him Angels serve,  
And Princes represent.   

The secrets of the Earth, and strength  
Of Hills are in his Hand;  
He made the Waters of the Sea,  
And for their bounds dry Land,   

To him that made us let us kneel,  
And Adorations give,  
Who are his People, and the Sheep  
That on his Pastures live.   

To day let's hear his voice, and not  
Such hardened Sinners prove,  
As those that in the Wilderness  
Provoked God above.   

They proved his Power, and saw his Works,  
And grieved him forty year;  
Till, wearied with that murmuring race,  
He could no longer bear.   

He did their unbelief, and base  
Ingratitude detest;  
And in his anger swore they should  
Not come into his Rest.    

Coll. 71. Psalms as the 25.  

MY Soul on God relys.  
Let none disgrace my trust;  
Lord hear and save me when I call,  
As thou art good and just.   

Be thou my sure defence,  
Whereto I may resort;  
Make good thy gracious promise, Lord,  
Be thou my Rock and Fort.   

Lord, when my strength decays,  
And when my years decline,  
Do not forsake or cast me off,  
But own me still as thine.   

To no supports I'll fly,  
But to thy strength Divine;  
No other goodness shall be named,  
Or faithfulness but thine.   

These from my youth I've learned;  
And hitherto declared  
Thy Wondrous works, forsake me not  
Now when I am Grey-haired.   

Thou shalt again revive,  
My Soul, with grief depressed;  
Thou, Lord, wilt raise my low estate,  
Comfort and give me rest.   

My cheerful Tongue and Lips,  
Shall loudly bear a part,  
In praising thee, when tuned and raised  
By a most thankful heart.   

This shall be my great work,  
To celebrate thy fame;  
Who'll me Redeem, and bring also  
My Enemies to shame.    

63 Psalm.  

EArly, O Lord, my fainting Soul  
Thy Mercy does implore;  
No Traveller in desert land,  
Can thirst for Waters more.  
I long t'appear as I was wont,  
Within thy holy place,  
Thy Power and Glory to behold,  
And to obtain thy Grace.   

For Life itself without thy love  
No relish does afford,  
No other Joys can equal this,  
To serve and praise the Lord.  
I'll therefore make my Prayers to thee,  
And bless thee whilst I live;  
This like the choicest dainties, will  
Both food and pleasure give.   

When others sleep, my wakeful thoughts  
Present thee to my mind,  
And in the night, I think how good  
My God has been and kind.  
Since thou alone hast been my help,  
To thee alone I fly,  
And on thy watchful Providence  
With cheerfulness rely.   

Dangers whilst thou art near to me,  
Do threaten me in vain;  
When I keep close to God, his care  
And power will me sustain.    

65 Psalm. As the 100  

PRaises in Zion wait for thee,  
And there the vow performed shall be;  
To the O God that hearest Prayer,  
All flesh shall cheerfully repair.   

Our Sins may justly put a stop,  
To all that good from thee we hope;  
Thy Mercy does those fears allay,  
For this will purge our sins away.   

O happy they that may draw near  
To thee and in thy Courts appear;  
For these shall all refreshments have,  
Thy house can give, or they can crave.   

By thy amazing wonders, thou  
Thy kindness to the good dost show,  
The ends of th' Earth in thee confide,  
And th' Isles that in the Sea reside.   

Thy Care prevents a threatening Dearth,  
Thou visitest the thirsty Earth:  
Showers to enrich her barren Womb,  
From thy full springs above do come.   

The Wilderness refreshed with Rain,  
Tho' parched before, now springs again;  
The little Hills new Garments wear,  
And in their youthful green appear.   

Flocks are the Clothing of the Plains,  
The Vails are covered over with grain;  
All Nature seems to shout and sing,  
To welcome in the hopeful spring.    

51 Psalm.  

BEhold, O Lord, my sinful Soul,  
To thee for Mercy flies;  
Thy Mercy boundless is, blot out  
all mine iniquities.   

Oh! wash away my Crimes, for thou  
Alone canst make me clean:  
I now confess my guilt amazed,  
To see how vile I've been.   

I was conceived and born in Sin,  
So prone to do amiss;  
But Purity and Truth of Heart,  
To thee most pleasing is.   

Show thou art reconciled as these,  
Whom Hyssop sprinkles know;  
They are absolved, thy Grace can wash  
And make me white as Snow.   

My Sins have forfeited the joys  
And peace that once I had;  
Thy voice would heal my broken bones,  
Thy pardon make me glad.   

Create in me, O Lord, a Heart  
Unspotted in thy sight,  
Renew in me a mind unmoved  
from goodness, and upright.   

Lord do not cast me from thy sight,  
As one thou canst not love;  
Nor let thy Spired tho' grieved so much,  
Its Grace from me remove.   

My opened lips shall sing thy praise,  
For this thou dost desire  
Rather than Sacrifice of Beasts,  
Consumed in the Fire.   

Thou dost a broken contrite heart,  
More than all offerings prize,  
This present now I humbly bring,  
Which God will not despise.    

42. Psalms and part of 43. as 100  


O God the spring of all my joys,  
For thee I long, to thee I look;  
No chased Hart does pant so much  
After the cooling Water-brook.   

Less grief it is to be exiled,  
From mine own house, than, Lord, from thine;  
O how I wish t'approach that place,  
Where all thy glories use to shine.   

Why should I cherish these sad thoughts,  
Whence nought but perturbation flows?  
Since they procure not what I wish,  
Why should they hinder my repose?   

I've learned this remedy at last,  
To keep my passions calm and still;  
I'm nearer help by hope in God,  
And resignation to his Will.    

43.  

Thou Righteous Judge of all the World;  
Be thou my gracious Advocate;  
And clear mine Innocence from those  
Whose craft is equal to their hate.   

Thy mercy and thy truth display,  
That by the conduct of thy light,  
Thy Courts I may attain, and there  
May have of thee a fuller sight.   

T'approach thy presence would revive  
My Spired, and all my gladness raise,  
Where I thy goodness would proclaim,  
With Soul inlargements in thy praise.     

39 Psalms as 100 for a Funeral.  

LORD teach me when my latter end,  
And number of my days I view;  
To measure right myself and them,  
How I am frail, and they are few.   

My days extent is but a span,  
Mine age is nothing unto thee;  
Man in his flourishing estate,  
Is altogether vanity.   

A shadow's all that he pursues,  
But his vexations Real are;  
He heaps up wealth and knows not who  
Shall reap the profit of his care.   

Let others foolishly expect  
How kind this flattering World will prove,  
I'll seek my God alone to please  
And be ambitious of his love.   

How weak and nothing we appear,  
When God for Sin doth man chastise!  
Like garments fretted by the Moth,  
So all his beauty ruined lies.   

My poor petitions, Lord, regard,  
And to my mournful cry give ear;  
A wand'ring stranger here on Earth,  
I am as all my Fathers were.   

Lord my decaying strength repair,  
And spare me yet a while that I  
May make my peace with thee, before  
I go away from hence and die.    

27. Psalms as 119.  

TO my Petitions Lord, return  
An answer full of Grace,  
Thy face thou badst me seek, and I  
Resolve to seek thy face.   

Lord do not in displeasure hid  
Thy face, nor me reject;  
Those succours I have had before,  
From thee I still expect.   

My Parent's love is not so great  
As thine, nor care so large;  
When they forsake me, I become  
Still more thy care and charge.   

Lord, let me plainly see the way  
Where I may safely tread;  
Avoiding all the cunning snares  
Mine Enemies have laid.   

How wretched had I been, when I  
With troubles was oppressed,  
Had I not hoped thy Mercy would  
Secure my peace and rest!   

Wait still on God, my Soul, from him,  
Courage and strength derive;  
Tho' he delay, he will at length  
Thy fainting heart revive.    

25. Psalms in its proper tune.  


TO God I make my Prayer,  
In him my trust repose,  
O let me not become a scorn  
Or triumph to my Foes.   

Let no events deject  
Their Souls that wait on thee,  
Let disappointments shame their hopes,  
That deal perfidiously,   

The ways, thou Lord, dost choose,  
Make me to know aright,  
And teach me always to perform  
What's pleasing in thy sight.   

From the straight paths of Truth,  
ne'er let me go astray;  
From thee, my Saviour, I beg  
Direction every day.   

Lord, call to mind that love,  
Thou didst of old express;  
How thou hast graciously relieved  
Thy Servants in distress.   

Into my youthful sins  
No strict enquiry make;  
Those early faults, O Lord forgive,  
For thine own goodness sake.    

Part II.  

God, who is good and just,  
Will erring Souls instruct;  
Their wand'ring steps he will to paths  
Of holiness conduct.   

The humble Souls he'll guide,  
And teach the meek his way;  
Kindness and truth express to such  
As his just laws obey,   

Encouraged by thy Grace,  
For mercy I entreat,  
Pardon my sins, O Lord, that are  
Both numerous and great.   

Who is that happy man,  
That fears the Lord above?  
He'll ever lead him in the ways,  
That he himself doth love.   

Possessed with quiet thoughts,  
His Soul shall dwell at ease;  
His Seed shall after him enjoy  
Prosperity and Peace.   

The secrets of his love,  
God will make known to those  
That fear him, and the blessings he  
Reserves, to them disclose.    

Part III.  

In all my troubles Lord,  
Mine Eyes are towards thee;  
I hope thy goodness at the last,  
From all will set me free.   

Lord, turn a gracious Eye  
To me, and Mercy show;  
Great are th' afflictions I endure,  
And find no help below.   

My troubles are enlarged,  
Lord send me quick relief;  
Grant me forgiveness of my Sins,  
And then remove my grief.   

Preserve and keep my Soul,  
From shame as well as guilt;  
O never disappoint the hopes  
That I on thee have built.   

Let my tried Innocence,  
Find sure supports from thee;  
At length thy chosen People Lord,  
From all their troubles free.     

46 Psalm.  

TH' Almighty Lord is our defence,  
The strength whereby we stand;  
When troubles their approaches make,  
His help is nigh at hand.   

Our Faith may there remain unmoved,  
Tho' th' Earth should be displaced;  
Or tho' into the Sea's vast gulf,  
The Mountains should be cast.   

Although the Ocean's troubled waves,  
A frightful noise should make;  
Should rise and swell above the Cloud,  
And cause the hills to shake.   

There is a quiet stream makes glad,  
The City of the Lord;  
His presence will secure her peace,  
And timely help afford.   

The Nation's rage and threaten War,  
But God is on our side:  
One word of his dissolves their force,  
And daunts their swelling pride.   

See what his hand hath done; it draws  
The Sword out of its sheath;  
And while he gives it leave, Triumphs,  
In Slaughter and in Death.   

Then by another Word he makes,  
Destructive Wars to cease;  
He breaks their Arms, the bow and spear,  
And Crowns the Earth with Peace.   

Cease then fond Men, to strive with God,  
Whose Power is over all;  
For fear lest he exalt himself,  
In your unpitied Fall.    

23 Psalm as the 100  

GOd is my Shepherd, who will see,  
That all my wants be still supplied;  
I shall not be exposed to wrong,  
Nor left to stray without a guide.   

The Pastures they are fresh and green,  
Where I have ease and sweet repast;  
The Streams are cool and quiet, where  
I quench my thirst and please my taste.   

His Comforts which revives my Soul,  
Life's tedious journey pleasant make;  
And in the peaceful ways of Grace,  
He leads me for his Goodness sake.   

Tho' I should walk where black despair  
And sorrow casts a dismal shade;  
Thy power and thy tender Care,  
Would chase my fears, and make me glad.   

Thou spread'st my Table, where my Foes  
Behold thy bounty, and repine  
To see rich Oils anoint my head,  
And see my Cup o'erflow with Wine.   

Surely the goodness of the Lord  
Shall still surround me all my days:  
I will frequent thy House, and there  
Display thy Love and sing thy praise.    

9 Psalms as the 100  

WITH all my Soul I'll bless the Lord,  
And all his mighty works proclaim:  
Gladness and joy shall fill my heart,  
Whilst I sing praises to his name.   

Th'eternal God from Change secure,  
Has placed his Throne in glorious light;  
When he appears to judge the World,  
His sentence will be just and right,   

From him th'oppressed will find relief,  
He'll be their refuge in distress.  
No good man's Faith was ever shamed,  
His Prayer ne'er wanted good success.   

Arise, O Lord, and interpose,  
To blast the wickeds good success,  
And by thy Terrors make them feel,  
They are but men, and so confess.   

Lord, I can suffer thy rebukes,  
When thou dost kindly me chastise:  
But thy fierce wrath I cannot bear,  
O let not that against me rise.   

The Lord hath heard my Prayer, and those  
That gaped upon me as their Prey,  
Will vex themselves at their defeat,  
And with confusion turn away.   

God will reward the Just man's works,  
As he approves the ways they tread.  
But the smooth paths of Sinners down  
To Death and to Damnation lead.   

Mark but the good and perfect man,  
And him that's upright in his ways,  
Mercy attends his happy life,  
And quiet peace concludes his days.    

37. Psalms as the 100  

I've seen the wicked rise to Power,  
Flourish like Laurels fresh and green;  
But suddenly their ruin came,  
And no remainder could be seen.   

For God, whose nature's good and just,  
Those that his Image have, will own,  
They shall continue when the race  
Of wicked men are overthrown.   

In all th'experience of my life,  
That holy man I ne'er could see,  
Whose Alms exposed himself to want,  
Or brought his race to Beggary.   

The Lord directs a good man's steps,  
And he delighteth in his way;  
He is not ruined by his falls,  
God's power is his support and stay.   

Think not mere wealth makes happy men,  
That little which contents the poor,  
Is better far, than wicked men's  
Ill got or ill employed store.   

He's wise that's always doing good,  
And on God's goodness doth rely;  
Thus thy enjoyments he'll secure,  
And all thy just desires supply.   

Leave thy concerns unto his care,  
In firm dependence on him live,  
He'll either grant what thou wouldst have  
Or what he knows is better give.   

Tho' slanders and detracting tongues,  
Like clouds thy righteousness obscure;  
He'll clear thy innocence, the light  
At noon shall not appear more pure.    
J. C. 
Death, or for Funerals. 5. Psalm.  

DEath steals upon us unawares,  
And Digs our Graves unseen,  
Whilst we dispute, are full of cares,  
What may be, what hath been.   

Shall I be bend on vanity?  
And rottenness to trust,  
Till Death shall lay his hand on me,  
And crumble me to dust.   

What if my Sun should set at Noon,  
If Death should call to day?  
Canst thou my Soul, go off so soon,  
Hast thou no scores to pay?   

Behold my Sands how quick they fall,  
How near I am my Goal,  
Let not my Body be undressed,  
Till thou hast clothed my Soul.   

That at the Trumpet's sound I may  
Spring from my dusty bed,  
Rejoicing at the voice that calls.  
Arise, come forth, ye dead.   

O give me Faith and Patience Lord,  
Upon a dying Bed,  
And let my Saviour then afford  
Supports to heart and head.   

Support my weak and tottering Faith,  
If dismal fears annoy:  
My Jesus be my strong defence,  
My Jesus be my joy.   

O Holy Ghost do thou not fail,  
At this time to appear,  
O let thy Spired and Faith prevail,  
My evidence to clear.   

My Soul in thy sweet hands I trust,  
Now can I sweetly sleep,  
My Body falling to the Dust,  
I leave with thee to keep.    
Mr. B. 
A Song of Praise at parting of Friends.  

LORD, do not say I love thee not,  
And thou wilt not me love,  
Because thy Gospel Covenant Grace  
Doth me so little move.   

'Tis true, I love thee not enough,  
Enough who can thee love?  
Thou never canst be loved enough,  
No not in Heaven above.   

I do not love thee as I would,  
Nor as they do above,  
But had I power to my Will,  
I'd make myself all love.   

But if indeed I love thee not,  
I know not what I Love,  
'Tis for thy sake I love this life,  
And seek the life above.   

But how, I wonder, did I come,  
To prise and love thee so,  
That as I love thee more or less,  
My comforts come or go.   

O God of Love make good thy word,  
Love thirsting Souls to fill,  
I hope of Love I hither came,  
In hope departed I will.    

A Song of Praise took out of the Revelation of St. John.  

TO him that loved us for himself,  
And died to do us good,  
And washed us from our scarlet sins,  
In his most precious blood.   

And made us Kings and Priests to God,  
His Father infinite,  
To him eternal glory be,  
And everlasting might.   

The Lamb is worthy that was slain  
Of Power and Renown,  
Of Wisdom, Honour, and to wear,  
The Royal Glorious Crown.   

Amen, Amen, the Angels Cry,  
Salvation is his due,  
And we through all Eternity,  
His praises will renew.   

Thanks, Glory, Blessing, Wisdom, Might,  
Honour and Power then,  
Be to our God for ever more,  
For evermore. Amen.    

A Song of Praise for Deliverance from Enemies.  Mr. M. 

O God who dost the World command,  
Thou Check'st both Wind and Waves,  
The Devils which like Lions Roar,  
Are thine inchained Slaves.   

The Sons of Rage are smoking Brands,  
And Idols feared in vain;  
Thou, Lord, the true and only God,  
Their fury dost restrain.   

Thou, Lord, didst smooth fierce Esau's brow,  
And change his murmuring breath;  
Thou gav'st to him a Brother's heart,  
Who vowed his Brother's Death.   

Angels do Arm at thy Command,  
And Stars have shot their Dart;  
Nature hath fought, and Miracles  
Have took thy Church's part.   

Thee Lord, who still thy Church dost love,  
All Creatures must obey;  
And when for thine thou dost arise,  
Their Enemies, where are they?   

I cried to Heaven in my distress,  
And to my God did flee;  
He with compassion heard my cry;  
He did arise for me.   

With humble fear and thankful joy,  
Lord, at thy feet I fall,  
Unfeignedly acknowledging,  
That thou alone dost all.   

Thou art all Love, thou art all Power,  
And so thou art to me;  
Blest be my God now, and henceforth,  
And to Eternity.    

A Song of Praise for Joy in the Holy Ghost.  Dr. H. 

MY Soul doth magnify the Lord,  
My Spirit doth rejoice,  
In God my Saviour, and my God;  
I hear his joyful voice.   

I need not go abroad for Joy,  
Who have a Feast at home;  
My sighs are turned into songs;  
The Comforter is come.   

Down from above the blessed Dove  
Is come into my breast,  
To witness God's Eternal Love;  
This is my heavenly Feast.   

This makes me Abba Father cry,  
With confidence of Soul;  
It makes me cry, my Lord, my God,  
And that without control.   

There is a stream, which issues forth  
From God's Eternal Throne,  
And from the Lamb, a living stream,  
Clear as the Crystal Stone.   

This stream doth water Paradise,  
It makes the Angels sing;  
One Cordial drop revives my heart,  
Hence all my Joys do spring.   

Such Joys as are unspeakable,  
And full of Glory too,  
Such hidden Manna, hidden Pearls,  
As worldlings do not know.   

Eye hath not seen, nor Ear hath heard,  
From fancy 'tis concealed,  
What thou Lord, hast laid up for thine,  
And hast to me revealed.   

I see thy Face, I hear thy Voice,  
I taste thy sweetest Love;  
My Soul doth leap, but O for wings,  
The wings of Noah's Dove!   

Then should I flee far hence away,  
Leaving this World of sin;  
Then should my Lord put forth his hand,  
And kindly take me in.   

Then should my Soul with Angel's feast,  
On Joys that always last;  
Blest be my God, the God of Joy,  
Who gives me here a taste.    

A Song of Praise for Peace of Conscience.  M. 

MY God, my reconciled God,  
Creator of my Peace,  
Thee will I love, and praise, and sing,  
Till life and breath shall cease.   

My thoughts did rage, my Soul was tossed,  
'Twas like a troubled Sea;  
But what a mighty voice is this,  
Which winds and waves obey?   

God speaks the word, peace and be still,  
My sins, those Mutineers,  
With speed went off and took their flight,  
Where now are all my fears?   

The World can neither give nor take,  
Nor yet can understand,  
That Peace of God, which Christ hath bought,  
And gives me with his hand.   

This is my Saviour's Legacy,  
Confirmed by his decease,  
Ye shall have trouble in the World,  
In me ye shall have peace.   

And so it is the World doth rage,  
But peace in me doth reign;  
And whilst my God maintains the Fort,  
Their Batteries are in vain.   

The burning Bush was not consumed,  
Whilst God remained there;  
The three, when Christ did make the fourth,  
Found Fire as meek as Air.   

So is my memory stuffed with sins,  
Enough to make an Hell;  
And yet my Conscience is not scorched  
For God in me doth dwell.   

Where God doth dwell, sure Heaven is there,  
And singing there must be,  
Since Lord thy presence makes my Heaven,  
Whom should I sing but thee?   

My God, my reconciled God,  
Creator of my Peace,  
Thee will I love, and praise, and sing,  
Till Life and Breath shall cease.    

Hymn XLIV. A Song of Praise for Pardon of Sin.  

MY God a God of pardon is,  
His Bosom gives me ease,  
I have not, do not please my God,  
Yet mercy him doth please.   

My sins aloud for vengeance call,  
But lo! a Fountain Springs,  
From Christ's pierced side, with louder cries,  
And speaketh better things.   

My sins have reached up to the heavens,  
But Mercies height exceeds.  
God's Mercy is above the heavens,  
Above my sinful deeds.   

My sins are many, like the Stars,  
Or Sands upon the shore;  
But yet the Mercies of my God  
Are infinitely more.   

Manassah, Paul, and Magdalen,  
Were pardoned all by thee,  
I read it, and believe it, Lord,  
For thou hast pardoned me.   

When God shall search the World for Sin,  
What trembling will be there?  
O Rocks and Mountains cover us,  
Will be the Sinners Prayer!   

But the Lamb's wrath they need not fear,  
Who once have felt his love.  
And they that walk with God below,  
Shall dwell with God above.   

Rage, Earth, and Hell, come Life, come Death,  
Yet still my Song shall be,  
God was, and is▪ and will be good  
And merciful to me.    

Hymn XLV. Variety of Providences, Psalms 147.  Dr. W. 

GIVE Laud unto the Lord,  
It is a pleasant thing,  
His Praises to record,  
And his sweet Songs to Sing:  
Who on a Rock  
His Church erects,  
And recollects  
His scattered Flock.   

He heals the Heart contrite,  
And binds up all their wounds,  
He tells the Stars of Light  
Whose numbers so abound,  
And he can call  
Each shining flame  
Of them by name,  
He knows them all.   

Great is this God of ours,  
Yea most exceeding great,  
His Power above all Powers,  
And hath the Sovereign Seat,  
And as his Might,  
So likewise his  
Pure Wisdom is  
Most infinite.   

O Salem praise the Lord,  
Praise him O Sion-hill,  
Who hath thy Gates well-barred,  
And doth thy City's fill;  
Thy Peace full great  
He makes to be,  
And filleth thee  
With Flower of Wheat.   

Through th'earth his Mandates go,  
His word most swiftly flies:  
Like Wool he giveth Snow,  
His Frost as Ashes lies:  
His Ice is rolled  
As morsels, and  
O who can stand  
Before his cold?   

He speaks and strait it thaws,  
He breathes, and Water flows:  
To Israel his Laws,  
(And to none else) he shows:  
As for his word,  
No Heathen Land  
Doth understand;  
Praise ye the Lord.    
M. 
Hymn XLVI. For the Gospel.  

Blessed be my God that I was born,  
To hear the joyful sound;  
That I was born to be Baptised,  
And bred on Christian ground.   

That I was bred where God appears,  
In tokens of his Grace;  
The lines are fallen unto me,  
In a most pleasant place.   

The Sun which risen up in the East,  
And drove their shades away;  
His healing Wings have reached the West  
And turned our Night to day.   

England at first an Egypt was,  
Since that proud Babel's Slave;  
At last a Canaan it became,  
And then my Birth it gave.   

Blessed be my God that I have slept  
The dismal Night away,  
Being kept in Providence's Womb,  
To England's brightest day.    
M. 
Hymn XLVII. For Redemption.  

O That I had an Angel's Tongue!  
That I might loudly sing  
The wonders of Redeeming Love,  
To thee, my God and King.   

But Man, who at the Gates of Hell,  
Did pale and speechless lie,  
Must find a Tongue, and Time to speak,  
Or else the Stones will cry.   

Let the Redeemed of the Lord  
Their thankful Voices raise.  
Can we be Dumb, whilst Angels Sing  
Our great Redeemers Praise?   

Come let us join with Angels then,  
Glory to God on high;  
Peace upon Earth,  to Men,  
Amen, Amen, say I.   

Poor Adam's Race was Satan's prey,  
And Dust the Serpent's food.  
We that were doomed to be devoured,  
Naked and Trembling stood.   

Love Clothed with Humility,  
Built here an House of Clay,  
In which it dwelled, and rescued Man:  
The Devil lost his Prey.   

The spiteful Serpent bruised Christ's heel,  
But than Christ broke his Head,  
And left him Nailed upon the Cross,  
On which his Blood was shed.   

Sing and triumph in boundless Grace,  
Which thus hath set thee free;  
Extol with shouts my ravished Soul,  
Thy Saviour's Love to thee.   

Give endless thanks to God, and say,  
What Love was this in thee,  
That thou hast not withheld thy Son,  
Thine Only Son from me.   

Thy Deep and Glorious Counsels, Lord,  
With Trembling I Adore,  
Blessed thrice blessed be my God,  
Blessed for ever more.    
M. 
Hymn XLVIII. For the Morning.  

MY God was with me all this night,  
And gave me sweet Repose;  
My God did watch even whilst I slept,  
Or I had never Rose.   

How many groaned and wished for sleep,  
Until they wished for day.  
Measuring slow hours with their quick pains,  
Whilst I securely lay!   

What terrors have I scaped this night,  
Which have on others fell?  
My body might have slept its last,  
My soul have waked in hell.   

Sweet rest hath gained that strength to me,  
Which labour did Devour.  
My body was in weakness laid,  
But it is raised in power.   

Lord, for the mercies of the night,  
My humble thanks I pay;  
And unto thee I dedicate  
The first fruits of the day.   

Worldly concerments touch me not,  
below the mount abide;  
I must ascend to th'Father first,  
My Saviour else will chide.   

This Day I'll praise thee, O my God,  
And so I'll all my Days,  
O Lord, let mine Eternal Day,  
Be thine Eternal Praise.    
M. 
Hymn XLIX. For the Evening.  

NOW from the Altar of my Heart,  
Let flames of Incense rise;  
Assist me, Lord, to offer up  
Mine Evening Sacrifice.   

Awake my Love, awake my Joy,  
Awake my Heart and Tongue:  
Sleep not when Mercies loudly call,  
Break forth into a Song.   

Man's Life's a Book of History,  
The leaves thereof are days;  
The Letters mercies closely joined,  
The Title is thy Praise.   

This day God was my Sun and Shield,  
My Keeper and my Guide;  
His care was on my frailty shown,  
His Mercies multiplied.   

Minutes and Mercies multiplied,  
Have made up all this day;  
Minutes came quick, but Mercies were  
More fleet and free than they.   

New time, new favours, and new Joys,  
Do a new Song require;  
Till I shall praise thee as I would,  
Accept my Heart's desire.   

Lord, of my Time, whose hand hath set  
New time upon my score,  
Then shall I praise for all my time,  
When time shall be no more.    
M. 
Hymn L. For good Success.  

IS not the Hand of God in this?  
Is not his end Divine?  
Lord of Success, thee will I bless,  
Who on my Paths dost shine.   

I reap the Fruit of God's Design,  
By him it was foreseen:  
He thought of this as well as I,  
Or it had never been.   

I blindly guessed, but he fore-knew:  
I wished, he did command.  
Wherefore I praise his careful Eye,  
And his un erring Hand.   

The Bow is drawn by feeble Arms,  
Aim taken in the dark,  
A Providential Hand doth guide  
The Arrow to the Mark.   

Except the Lord the City keep,  
The Watchmen will be slain.  
Except the Lord do build the House,  
The Builder builds in vain.   

Buildings are Babel's, Cities Heaps,  
When thou send'st Curse or Flame.  
And Labouring Heads that promise Fruit,  
Oft bring forth Wind and Shame.   

But thou hast Crowned my Actions, Lord,  
With good success this day:  
This Crown together with myself,  
At thy blessed Feet I lay.   

Lord, who art pleased to prosper me,  
And bless me in my ways.   

Prosper my weak endeav'ring Heart,  
Which aimeth at thy praise.    
M. 
Hymn LI. A General Song of Praise.  

HOW shall I praise that Majesty,  
Which Angels do Admire?  
Let Dust in Dust in silence lie,  
Sing, sing, ye Heavenly Quire.   

Thousands, of Thousands stand around  
Thy Throne, O God, Most High.  
Ten Thousand times, Ten Thousand sound  
Thy praise; But who am I?   

Thy brightness unto them appears,  
Whilst I thy footsteps trace:  
A sound of God comes to my Ears,  
But they behold thy Face.   

They sing, because thou art their Sun,  
Lord, send a Beam on me;  
For where Heaven is but once begun,  
There Hallelujahs be.   

Enlighten with Faith's Light my Heart,  
Inflame it with Love's Fire;  
Then shall I sing, and bear a part  
With that Celestial Quire.   

I shall, I fear, be dark and cold,  
With all my zeal and light:  
Yet when thou dost accept their Gold,  
Lord Treasure up my Mite.   

How great a Being Lord is thine,  
Which doth all beings keep?   

Thy knowledge is the only line,  
To sound so vast a deep.   

How good art thou whose goodness is  
Our parent nurse, and guide;  
Whose streams do water paradise,  
and all the Earth beside?   

Thy upper and thy nether S●rings,  
Make both thy worlds to thrive,  
Under thy warm and sheltering wings,  
Thou keep'st two Brood's alive.   

Thy Arm of Might, most Mighty King,  
Both Rocks and Hearts do break,  
My God, thou canst do every thing  
But what would show thee weak.   

Thou canst not cross thyself, or be  
Less than thyself or poor;  
But whatsoever pleaseth thee,  
That canst thou do and more.   

Unbelief is a Raging wave,  
Dashing against a Rock.  
If God do not his Israel save,  
Then let Egyptians mock.   

Mercy, that shining Attribute,  
The Sinners Hope and Plea!  
Huge Hosts of Sins in their Pursuit  
Are Drowned in thy Red Sea.   

This is the Devil's Scourge and Sting,  
This is the Angel's Song,  
Who Holy, Holy, Holy Sing,  
In Heav▪ nly Canaan's Tongue.   

Mercy is God's Memorial,  
And in all Ages praised,  
My God, thine only Son did fall,  
That Mercy might be raised.   

Thy bright Backparts, O God of Grace,  
I humbly here adore,  
Show me thy Glory and thy Face,  
That I may praise Thee more.   

Since none can see thy Face and live,  
For me to Die is best.  
Through Jordan's streams who would not dive,  
To Land at Canaan's Rest?    

Hymn LII. Scripture Hymn.  Dr. H. 

THIS mystery of Godliness,  
Is very great and high.  
God manifested in the flesh,  
The Spirit did justify.   

The blessed Angels saw his Face,  
His word the Gentiles heard,  
Believed on in the World, he was  
To God's Right Hand preferred.   

But now we're come to Zion Mount,  
The City of abode.  
The Heavenly Jerusalem,  
Where dwells the living God.   

To Hosts of Angels numberless,  
And to th'Assembly there,  
The gen'ral Church of God's firstborn,  
Whose names in Heaven appear.   

And unto God the Judge of all,  
On whom the World must wait,  
And to the spirits of all Just Men  
Made perfect in that state.   

To Jesus, Mediator of  
The Covenant now made new,  
Whose sprinkled blood speaks better things,  
Than Abel's Blood could do.   

Now Blessing, Glory and Renown,  
Must we give all together,  
To him that on the Throne sets down,  
And to the Lamb for ever.   

One God in Trinity,  
Let Heaven and Earth adore,  
From all Eternity  
The same for evermore.   

All Glory's his,  
Who needing none,  
Himself his own,  
Perfection is.    
B. 
Hymn LIII. Reformation, as the 148. Psalm.  

THUS, saith the Lord of Hosts,  
But yet a little while,  
And I will shake all Coasts,  
Yea, every Land and Isle:  
Yet once again,  
I shake all these,  
Heaven, Earth, and Seas,  
And all the main.   

All Nations I will shake;  
The long desired day,  
Which doth all Nations take,  
Lo, that shall come, I say,  
And (for all Coasts)  
This House I will  
With Glory fill,  
Saith th'God of Hosts.   

The Glory of this last,  
Far greater shall it grow,  
Than of the Temple past,  
The Lord of Hosts saith so:  
And in this place  
Will I (the Lord  
Of Hosts) afford,  
Sweet Peace and Grace.   

Yet not by might nor power,  
But by my Spirit alone;  
Saith God of Hosts our Tower,  
The strength of all in one:  
For who art thou  
O Mountain great!  
(The Empire's seat)  
To hinder now?   

Before Zerubbabel  
Thou shalt become a plain:  
The Stone that doth excel,  
(The head Stone of the same)  
His Hand shall sit,  
And bring it out  
With gen'ral shout,  
Grace, Grace to it.   

The hand of that same man,  
That laid the groundwork low,  
Shall end what he began:  
And I will overthrow  
The Heathen Kings;  
Who then are they   

That slight the day  
Of smaller things.    

Hymn LIV. A Collection from several Psalms.  

PRaise ye the Lord Most High,  
My Soul speak thou his Praise;  
I'll praise him constantly,  
And bless him all my days,  
Even whilst I live  
And Being have,  
God who this gave,  
I'll praises give.   

In Princes put no trust,  
Nor any Son of man:  
Impotent and unjust,  
None of them help us can.  
He Life resigns  
Returns to Dust,  
And then he must  
Cease his designs.   

He is the happy man  
Whom God doth help afford;  
Who own and trust God can,  
Whose hope is in the Lord.  
Who all things made;  
Heaven, Earth, and Sea,  
His Truth and they  
Do never fade.   

Praise ye our glorious Lord,  
Who dwells in Heaven on high,  
Let him be still adored,  
Above the Starry Sky.  
Ye Angels bright,  
And all his Hosts,  
Throughout heavens Coasts  
In praise delight.   

His People he will raise,  
And them exalt on high,  
All his Saints shall him praise  
And bless continually,  
He is adored  
By Israel,  
Who near him dwell;  
Praise ye the Lord.   

Praise ye the Lord, and sing  
A new rejoicing Song;  
Praise ye our glorious King,  
His holy ones among.  
Where they do meet  
In holy throngs,  
To sing these Songs  
Sacred and sweet.   

Let Israel rejoice  
In him that did them make;  
With cheerful heart and voice  
Let Sion's Sons partake.  
And to their King,  
Who them directs,  
And still protects  
This offering bring.    

Hymn LV. The Doxologies.  

TO Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,  
One God in Trinity,  
As ever was, and as now is,  
All Glory, ever be.   
Or,  

To Father, Son and Holy Ghost,  
One God in Persons Three.  
Or, One undivided Three,  
Or, One consubstantial Three,  
Or, One coeternal Three,  
All humble thanks and joyful praise,  
Or, All highest praise and humble thanks,  
Now and forever be.  
Or, (For ever rendered be.)   
Or,  

All Glory, to the blessed Three,  
One Everliving Lord;  
As at the first, still shall he be  
Beloved, Obeyed, Adored.   
Or,  

All Glory, Honour, Power and Praise  
To God that's one in Three,  
As it in the beginning was,  
Is now, and still shall be.   
Or,  

All Glory to the Blessed Three,  
All Honour, Power, and Praise;  
As at the first, shall ever be,  
Beyond the end of days.   
Or,  

To Father Son, and Holy Ghost,  
All [Praise and] Glory be therefore;  
As in beginning was, is now,  
And shall be [henceforth] evermore:   
Or,  

Glory to thee O Lord,  
One God in Persons three:  
To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,  
One equal Glory be.    

Hymn LVI. For the Sabbath.  

IF from my Holy Sabbath day,  
Thou turn away thy Foot,  
And do not by thy Pleasure stray,  
My Sabbath to pollute:   

But call the Sabbath a delight,  
The Holy of the Lord,  
And thy own Carnal Pleasure slight,  
In Thought, in Deed, in Word;   

Then shalt thou joy in God alone,  
With sweet and sacred mirth,  
And he shall make thee ride upon  
High Places of the Earth.   

With Father Jacob's Heritage,  
The Lord shall feed thee Fat;  
For thus doth God's own Mouth engage,  
And thou mayst trust to that.   

To God the Father, and the Son,  
And Holy Ghost therefore,  
Be Glory, Honour, and Renown,  
And Power for evermore.    

Hymn LVII. as the 25 Psalm.  

LET others take their course,  
And sing what name they please,  
Let wealth or beauty be their Theme,  
Such empty sounds as these.   

Sweet Jesus is the Name  
My Song shall still adore,  
Sweet Jesus is the charming word,  
That does my Life restore.   

When I am dead in grief,  
Or which is worse, in Sin,  
I call on Jesus, and he hears,  
And I to live begin.   

Wherefore to thee dear Lord,  
Behold thus low I bow;  
And thus again, yet is all this  
Far less than what I owe.   

Live glorious King of Heaven,  
By all thy Heaven adored,  
Live gracious Saviour of the World,  
Our Chief and Only Lord.   

Live, and forever may  
Thy Throne established be:  
For ever may all Hearts and Tongues,  
Sing Hymns of Praise to thee.    

Hymn LVIII. as the 100 Psalm.  

With all the powers my poor Soul hath,  
Of humble Love, and loyal Faith;  
Thus low my God I bow to Thee,  
Whom with more love bowed lower to me.   

Down busy sense, discourses die,  
And all adore Faith's mystery,  
Faith is my skill, Faith can believe  
As fast as Love new Laws can give.   

Faith is my Eye, Faith strength affords,  
To keep pace with those powerful words,  
And words more sure more sweet than they,  
Love could not think, Truth could not say.   

O dear memorial of that Death  
That still survives, and gives us Breath.  
Live ever Bread of Life, and be  
My Food, my Joy, and All to me.   

Come glorious Lord, my hopes increase,  
And fill my portion in thy peace,  
Come hidden Life, and that long day  
For which I languish, come away.   

When this dry Soul those Eyes shall see,  
And drink th' unsealed source of Thee;  
When glorious Sun Faith's shade shall chase,  
And for thy Veil give me thy Face.    

Hymn LIX. as 25 Psalm.  

COme mild and holy Dove,  
Descend into our Breast,  
Do thou in us, make us in Thee  
Forever dwell and rest.   

Come and spread o'er our heads,  
Thy soft all cher'shing Wing,  
That in its shade we safely sit,  
And to thee praises sing.   

To thee who gives us Life,  
Our better Life of Grace,  
Who gives us breath, and strength and speed,  
To run and win our race.   

If by the way we faint,  
Thou reachest forth thy Hand:  
If our own weakness makes us fail,  
Thou makest our weakness stand.   

When we are sliding back,  
Thou dost our dangers stop,  
When we again, alas, are fallen,  
Again thou tak'st us up.   

Else there we still must lie,  
And still sink lower down.  
Our hope to rise is all from Thee,  
Our ruins all our own.   

O our ingrateful Souls!  
What shall our dulness do  
For him that does all this for us,  
Only our love to woe?   

We love thee then, dear Lord!  
But thou must give that Love,  
We'll humbly beg it of thy Grace,  
But thou our Prayers must move.   

Oh hear thine own self speak,  
For thou in us dost pray:  
Thou canst as quickly grant as ask,  
Thy Grace knows no delay.   

Glory to thee O Lord,  
One Coeternal Three,  
To Father, Son and Holy Ghost,  
One equal glory be.    

Of Praise and Hope.  

MY God, had I my Breath from Thee,  
This power to speak and sing?  
And shall my Voice, and shall my Song,  
Praise any but their King?   

My God, had I my Soul from thee,  
This power to Judge and Choose,  
And shall my Brain, and shall my Will,  
Their best to thee refuse?   

Alas, not this alone, nor that  
Hast thou bestowed on me,  
But all I have, and shall, I hope,  
I have, and hope from Thee.   

And more I have, and more I hope,  
Then I can speak or think;  
Thy blessings first refresh, then fill,  
Then overflows the brink.   

But though my voice and fancy be  
Too low to reach thy praise,  
Yet both shall strain thy glorious name,  
High as they can to raise.    

Hymn LX. For the Morning, as 100 Psalm.  

OPen mine Eyes my Soul, and see  
Once more the Light returns to thee,  
Look round about, and choose the Way  
Thou meanest to travel o'er to day.   

Think on the dangers thou may'st meet,  
And always watch thy sliding Feet,  
Think where thou once hast fallen before,  
And mark the place, and fall no more:   

Think on the helps that God bestows,  
And cast to Steer thy Life by those,  
Think on the sweets thy Soul did feel,  
When thou didst well, and do so still.   

Think on the pains that shall torment,  
Those stubborn Souls that ne'er Repent,  
Think on the Joys that wait above,  
To Crown the Head of Holy Love.   

Think what at last will be thy part,  
If thou go'st on where now thou art,  
See Life and Death, set thee to choose,  
One thou must take, and one refuse.   

O my dear Lord, guide thou my course,  
And draw me on with thy sweet force,  
Still make me walk, still make me tend,  
By thee my way, to thee my end.   

All glory to the Sacred three  
One undivided Deity,  
As it has been in ages gone,  
May now and ever still be done.    

Hymn LXI. The Common Tune for the Evening.  

NOW, O my Soul, the day is gone,  
Which in the Morn was thine,  
It's emptied Glass no more shall run.  
It's Sun no longer shine.   

'Tis true, alas, the day is gone,  
O were it only so!  
Is it not lost as well as done?  
Cast up thy Counts and know.   

Art thou got so much nearer Heaven,  
As nearer to the Grave,  
Has thy Heart's grief a fitness given,  
Sin's Pardon to receive?   

From what base vice hast thou refrained,  
To break the Course of Sin.  
Or what new virtue hast thou gained  
To make thee rich within?   

There time is well bestowed on those  
Who well their time bestow,  
Whose main concern still forward goes,  
Whose hopes still riper grow.   

Who when the warning Clocks proclaim  
Another hour is past,  
Have the wise art to set their aim  
And thoughts upon their last.   

This sad Life's last and happiest hour,  
Which brings them to their home,  
Where they shall sing and bless the Power;  
That made them thither come.   

O my dear Lord of Life and Death,  
The everliving King,  
Since thou dost give to all their Breath,  
May all thy glory sing!    
FINIS.   

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