H Y M N S
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SACRED
POEMS.
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TWO VOLUMES.
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CHARLES WES LET, M. A.
Student of Chrift-Church, Oxford.
Vol. II.
BRISTOL:
Printed and Sold by FelixFarley.
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HYMNS
SACRED POEMS.
I. The Trial of Faith.
Christ alfo fujfered, leaving us an Example.
OME, O my Soul, the Call obey,
Take up the Burthen of thy Lord i
His Prattice is thy Living Way,
Thy Guide his pure;unerring Word,
The lovely perfedt Pattern read,
And halte in all his Steps to tread.
What did my Lord from Sinners bear?
His Patience is the Rule for me:
Walking in Him I cannot err:
And lo! the Man of Griefs I fee,
Whofe Life One Scene of Sufferings was^
Quite from the Manger to the Crofs.
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g Here then my Calling I difcern,
('Tis written in AfTilion's Book)
My iirft, and lateft Lelfon learn,
For Nothing here but Sufferings look,
I bow me to the Will Divine,
To fuffer <with my Lord be mine.
4 To fulfer as my Lord T come:
How- did the Lamb his Wrongs endure ?
Clamo'rous, and warm ? or meek, and dumb
Did He by Force his Life fecure?
His injur'd Innocence defend;
Or bear his Burthen to the End?
5 Did He evade the Pain, and Shame,
Impatient of unjuft Difgrace ?
Did He throw off the imputed Blame?
Did He from Spitting hide his Face?
Did He to Man for Succour By;
Or offer up Himfelf, and die ?
6 When Nature funk beneath her Load,
Would He the dreadful Cup decline?
Proftrate, and bruis'd, and fvveating Blood,
" Father, thy Will be done, not mine,"
He fpeaks, and meets his Enemies,
And gives them Power Himfelf to feize.
7 The Word, which ftruck them to the Ground
Could it not flrike them into Hell ?
Whom all the Holts of Heaven iiirround,
He will not Force by Force repel,
Put up, He cries, thy needlefs Sword,-
Nor Bain the Meeknefs of thy Lord.
g He chides his ralh Difciple's Zeal,
Accepts nor Man's nor Angel's Aid:
Vouchfafes his wounded Foe to heal:
The Hands, that had his Murtherers made,
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He ftretches out; He lets them bind
The Hands that could unmake Mankind.,
9 Doth He in Deed or Word gain-fay,
Or alk or ftruggle to be freed ?
They lead the fpeechiefs Lamb away:
To Scorn, and Pain, and Death they lead
The fpeechiefs Lamb;, relign'd unto
The utmoll Earth and Hell could do..
io O that I might like Him nvithfland,
Like Him mine Innocency clear,
Like Him refijl the Ruffian-band,
Like Him refitfe the Crofs to bear,.
Like Him the Perfecutor fly;
Like Him fubmit to live, and die ?.
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HYMN II.
1 TESU, thy Record I receive,
J With-lowly felf-miftrufting Fear:
As many Days as here I live,
So many muft I fuffer here:
In all my Mailer's Steps to go,
To fuffer is my Lot helQW.
2 Thy Spirit witneffes to mine,
I mull thy. daily. Crofs endure:
I know the Warning is Divine;
The Word of Promised Pain .is fure s
Afflictions all my Steps attend,
And but with Life my Griefs lhall end.
3 Whate'er the Rage of Fiends, and Men, ..
Can by Divine Permiffion do,
I come expeCting to fullain:
|t.muil.be fo, for God is true;
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And God hath fpoke the faithful Word,
" The Servant lhall be as his Lord.
4 Mailer, if Thee the World blafphem'd,
Will they not fcorn, and call out me?
I lhall be more and more contemn'd,
I lhall be more andN more like Thee,
'Till all-conform'd to Thee 1 am,
And honoUr'd with thine utmoft Shame.
5 If Thee th' ungrateful World could hate,
Thou Friend, and Lover of Mankind,
Shall I not feel their Anger's Weight,
Shall I not all their Malice find,
Hated, opprell, defpis'd, abhorr'd,
And perfecuted with my Lord!
6 They will, Thyfelf haft faid, they will,
With mortal Hate my Life purfue,
As helplefs Sheep thy People kill,
Service to God by Murder do,
Offer Thee Human Sacrifice,
And glut Thee with thy Martyrs Cries.
y With ftedfaft Faith for This I wait,
To bear th' inevitable Crofs,
A Sharer in thy low Eftate, -
Afflkfted as my Mafter was,
I muft on Earth thy Treatment find,
The Scorn, and Outcaft of Mankind.
8 I feel it fettled in my Heart,
Fixt in my inmoft Soul I feel
A looking for that better Part,
A fure Prefage of. promised III,
Of all my Saviour bore beneath,
Sorrow, and Shame, and Bonds, and Death.
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III.
HYMN III.
OME then, my Jesu, from above,
/> Inlpire me with thy patient I.ove,
Thou bleeding Saviour of Mankind,
My Faith increafe, my Heart prepare,
And arm, and bid me all Things bear.
oz Mine utter Helplefnefs I own,
" And every Moment more than fee;
>7 Thou knowft I cannot Hand alone,
'/ My Strength to bear is all from Thee,
Mine all-fufficient Strength be Thou,
And lo ! I come to fuffer Now!
3 Thy Power into my Heart infpeak,
And lo! I come to meet thy Pain,
To turn like Thee the other Cheek,
All Wrong and Violence to fullain,
Never againft my Foes to ftand,
But fink beneath their bruifing Hand.
4 I will not take the proffer'd Sword,
Or ftoop to feeble Man for Aid:
Lead me away with Christ my Lord,
To Scorn, or Bonds, or Slaughter lead*
A Follower of that filent Lamb
The Man whom now ye feek, I am.
5 Come, threatning World, thy Prifoner take,
I will not from my Mafter fly,
Jesus in Life or Death forfake,
But flay, with Him to live, and die;
Before his Foes my Lord I own,
And tell you all, that I am One.
Endue me with thy conftant Mind,
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6 His Servant and Difciple fee,
R'efolv'd his Weal, or Woe to fharej
A Galilean feize in me,
And let me as my Mailer fare,
Convift (for I my Crime confefs)
Of following after Righteoufnefs.
IV.
HYMN IV.
1 E S, Thou dear Lamb-like Son of God,
j[ Whom now with Eyes of Faith I view,
Thou knowll, I in thy Steps have trod,
And would to Calvary purfue,
Thro' all thy Palfion's Stages run,
'Till Thou pronounce the Word 'Tis donet
2 Thy Spirit breathe into my Breall,
Spirit of patient Charity,
And" lo! I meet the fiery Tell,
To Prifon go, and Death with Thee,
Anticipate the dreadful Hour,
And Hand in thine Almighty Power.
2 A Witnefs of thy Truth I Hand,
Arraign1 d at Man's Unrighteous Bar,
In vain my Anfwer they demand,
My Silefice Ihall thy Truth declare,
A Sheep before the Shearers dumb,
To anfwer as my Lord I come.
4 Falfely accus'd I hold my Peace,
The Judge Supream doth all Things know,
I want no Refcue, or Releafe,
No Juftice I expefl below,
Nor Mercy,—more than Jesus found,
The Man to yonder Pillar bound.
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5 O what a piteous Sight is there!
His tender Hands are tied behind,
His Back their cruel Scourges tear,
Yet no Complaint, or Sigh we find;
Or if He groans in all the Smart,
'Tis for the Hardnefs of their Heart.
6 My Pattern here I plainly fee,
A Voice is in thy dreaming Blood,
It bids me bear the Scourge like Thee,
Like Thee commit my Caufe to God,
Like Thee, th5 injurious World oppofe,
Juke Thee avenge me of my Foes.
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HYMN V.
1 O TIL L let me on my Pattern gaze,
1^ How meek and motionlefs He hands!
They fpit upon his facred Face,
They buffet with unhallowed Hands,
They bow the Knee, pfefent the Reed,
And mock whom they have doom'd to bleed.
2 No Anfwer yet? No late Reply
To clear his fuffering Innocence?
So tamely will the Guiltlefs die,
Die for his guilty Foes Offence,
Die, that his Murtherers may live!
" Father (He gafps in Death) forgive!
3 Silent for Them, for Them He pleads,
And fpends in Prayer his lateft Breath,
Tp purge a hnful World He bleeds,
To blefs them dies a curie'd Death,
Expires into the Arms Divine—
Jesu, was .ever Love like Thine!
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4 O might it now my Heart conftrain,
My every rifing Thought controul,
Sweeten the Cup of Grief, and Pain,
And me}t, and meeken all my Soul,
Conform me to the Crucified,
My God, who for his Murtherers died.
5 Love only can the Conqueft win,
And make me as my Lamb-like God :
Thro' Love I conquer all their Sin,
And ftrive refilling unto Blood,
Strive to fecure the glorious Wreath,
Refilling, by enduring Death.
6 O might I now thy Love retrieve,
And fink among the happy Dead,
Into thine Hands my Spirit give,
And bow upon thy Crofs my Head,
When I its utmofl Virtue prove,
Made perfeft by All-patient Love.
VI.
HYMN VI.
1 Q Aviour of All, what hall Thou done,
What haft Thou fuffered on the Tree?
Why didil Thou groan thy Mortal Groan,
Obedient unto Death for me ?
The Myftery of thy Paffion fhew,
The End of all thy Griefs below.
2 Thy Soul for Sin an Offering made
Hath clear'd this guilty Soul of mine,
Thou haft for me a Ranfom paid,
To change my Human to Divine,
To cleanfe from all Iniquity,
And make the Sinner all like Thee.
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Pardon, and Grace, and Heaven to buy,
My bleeding Sacrifice expir'd:
But didffc Thou not my Pattern die,
That by thy Glorious Spirit fir'd,
Faithful 1 might to Death endure,
And make the Crown by Suffering fufe?
Thou didft the meek Example leave,
That I might in thy Footfteps tread,
Might like the Man of Sorrows grieve,
And groan, and bow with Thee my Head,
Thy Dying in. my Body bear,
And all thy State of Paflion fhare.
Thy every perfed Servant, Lori>,
Shall as his patient Mafter be,
To all thine Inward Life reftor'd,
And outwardly conform'd to Thee,
Out of thy Grave the Saint lhall rife,
And grafp thro1 Death the glorious Prize.
. This is the ftreight, and royal Way,
That leads us to the Courts above;
Here let me ever, ever flay,
'Till on the Wings of perfed Love,
I take my laft triumphant Flight,
From Caharfs to Sion s Height.
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HYMN VII.
i A ND did my Lord on Earth endure
Sorrow, and Hardfhip, and Diftrefs,
That I might fit me down fecure,
And reft in felf-indulgent Eafe,
His delicate Difciple I
Like Him might neither live, nor d.ie!
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2 Mailer, I have not learnt Thee fo:
Thy Yoke, and Burthen I receive,
Refolve in all thy Steps to go,
And blefs the Crofs by which I live,
And curfe the W.ifdom from beneath,
That ftrives to rob me of thy Death.
3 Thy holy Will be done, not mine,
Be fufter'd all thy holy Will:
I dare not, Lord, the Crofs decline,
I will not lofe the flighted: 111,
Or lay the heaviell Burthen down,
The richefl: Jewel of my Crown.
4. Sorrow is folic! Joy, and Pain
Is pure Delight, endur'd for Thee,
Reproach and Lofs are glorious Gain,
And Death is Immortality;
And who for Thee their All have given,
Have nobly barter'd Earth for Heaven.
5 Saved is the Life for Jesus loll,
Hidden from Earth, but found in God,
To fuffer is to triumph moll,
The highefl: Gift on Man beftow'd,
Seal of my fure Ele&ion This,
Seal of mine everlafting Blifs.
6 The Touchflone, and the Proof of Grace,
The Standard of Perfection here,
The Meafure of my Heavenly Place,
When Christ and all his Saints appear,
The Mark Divine, by Jesus Art
Imprinted on my faithful Heart.
y O might it deeper fmk (but give
Me Strength thy ftrongeft Love to bear)
Fain would I die with Thee to live,
Fain would I all thy Paflion fhare;
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To me thy Thorny Crown be given
On Earth, thy glorious Crown in Heaven.
VIII.
HYMN VIII.
t ¥ T muft be fo; Thou fayft it muft!
Jj True is thine acceptable Word,
They will from their Communions thruft
The faithful Followers of their Lord,
Buffet, and vex, and fcourge, and bind
The Friends, and Patrons of Mankind.
Z Full of the wicked One, and bom
After the Fleih, they will purfue
With reftlefs Hate, and cruel Scorn
The Souls whom Thou haft fornfd anew,
The Saints begotten from above,
Born of the Spirit of thy Love. ^
3 Who 'would, the Life of God regain,
And Thee for their Example take,
They too the Honour lhall obtain,
And perfecuted for thy Sake,
Thy Confeffors their Seal fet to,
True Witneffes thatGoD is true.
4 Who only feek in Thee our Reft,
Are we not now a Proverb made,
Revil'd, rejected, and oppreft,
By Brethren, and by Friends betray'd,
By bittereft Houfhold-Foes purfued,
Hated of all that love not God ?
5 Since firft we heaven-ward turn'd our Face,
ExposM, and out rag'd all Day long,
An helplefs, poor, aftliCted Race,
For doing Good, we fuffer Wrong.
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We fuffer Shame, Diftrefs, and Lofs,
And wait for all thy glorious Crofs.
6 The Scriptures they in vain deny,
The World unknowingly fulfil,
Burfting thro' Nature's clofeft Tie,
The Brother fhall the Brother kill,
The Son fhall ftop his Father's Breath,
The Parent drag his Child to Death.
7 No Pity, or Human Regard
We in our favage Foes fhall find,
For all their Cruelties prepar'd;
From Thofe who call thy Words behind
Juftice, alas! we look for none;
Our Help is all in Christ alone.
8 Holpen by Him to fuffer more,
From Strength to Strength we meekly go;
And when we gain the perfedl Power,
The World their u tin oft Rage fhall fhew,
And when we all thy Life retrieve,
Shall count us then not fit to live.
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HYMN IX.
1 T E S U, thy Legacy I take,
J| The Pattern Thou haft left behind, I
To fuffer all Things for thy Sake,
Thy patient, meek, fubmiflive Mind
I long throughout my Life t' exprefs,
And copy all thy Righteoufnefs.
2 I will not point Thee out the Way,
Or rafhly this, or that require,
I dare not for Affli&ion pray ;
But, Loan, Thou knowft my Heart's Defire,
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Which pants for full Conformity,
And ftruggles to be all like Thee.
3 I thirft to drink my Matter's Cup,
Thy fiery Baptifm to know,
To take thy hallow'd Burthen up,
Companion of the Man of Woe,
To tread where'er the Lamb hath trod,
One with the fuffering Son of God.
4 My Soul, with juft Ambition fir'd,
Hath languifh'd to be great in Thee,
Hath oft to Calvary afpir'd,
Honour'd the Ignominious Tree,
And envied Thofe, who earlieft bear
Thy Crofs, and longeft fuffer there.
5 Who now to every 111 fubmit,
Foremoft of all thy Saints they ftand,
Who fuffer moft, with Jesus fit,
Exalted at their Lord's Right-hand,
While here on Earth, they reign above,
Triumphant on a Throne of Love.
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HYMN X.
1 tj O W long Thou fuffering Son of God,
|| Shall Siriners take thy Name in vain,
Start from the thorny narrow Road
Of facred falutary Pain,
Fondly prefume to call Thee, Lord,
Bat tremble to obey thy Word?
2 The Man that will thy Follower be,
Thou bidft him ftill himfelf deny,
Take up his daily Crofs with Thee,
Thy fhameful Death rejoice to die,
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And chufe a momentary Pain,
A Crown of endlefs Life to gain.
3 But who the dreadful Word receive,
Or gladly take thy Burthen up?
•We dare not, Lord, the Truth believe,
Eut footli'd with a felf- flattering Hope
To, feeble Man for Succour run,
The Crown-enfuring Crofs to fihun.
4 A thoufand Ways and Means we try,
The Crofs of none Effe& to make,
To Egypt we for Chariots fly.
Shelter in Human Laws we take,
Affuf'd the World will do us Right,
And Satan againft Satan fight.
5 Fools that we are, and flow of Heart,
Our richeft Portion to refufe,
The patient Saviour's Better Part,
The Labour, and Reward, to lofe,
The faireft Prize to Sufferers given,
The largefi; Recompence in Heaven.
6 But O! fufiice the Seafon pad
That we thy Saying have abhorr'd,
Difdain'd thy Paflion's Cup to tafte,
And ftrove to be above our Lord ;
To thy fweet Yoke at length we bow,
And meekly come to fuffer Now.
y Or let us here on Tabor flop,
Thy glorious Face awhile to fee,
Or climb yon adverfe Mountain's Top,
The Height of rugged Gahvatry j
To Calvary we with Joy repair,
And die to find our Saviour there.
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HYMN $1.
1 TT E L P, gracious Lord, the Time is conle
J_" 1 Of fuffering for thy righteous Caufe,
I fee, I fee thy People's Doom,
To' endure with Thee the Sacred Crofs,
And now my own Convidlions fear,
And tremble at the Trial near.
2 The Flefh, alas! Thou knowft is weak,
Nor can the lighted Crofs fuftain,
Conyince'd, on Earth I mull: not feek
A Refcue from Reproach, or Pain,
Or put the hallow'd Cup afide,
But bow with Jesus crucified.
3 Call'd to Diftrefs, and patient Grief,
Have I not made Thy Portion mine ?
I have: I look for no Relief,
No Leffening of my Lot Divine,
But hold Thy rigid literal Word,
A fimple Follower of my Lord ?
4 Let Jews their flighteft Wrong repay,-
And fiercely Eye for Eye require:
More excellent the Cbrijlian Way,
We will not call for vengeful Fire,
Evil refill in Word or Deed,
But clofe in all Thy Footlleps tread.
^ Let others human Succour feek,
With all their Powers the Crofs evade,-
We learn to turn the other Cheek,
We look to Thee alone for Aid;
In Suffering all we cannot err,
We cannot follow Thee too far.
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6 To fuffer all Things for Thy Sake,
My Calling this I humbly own;
Nor will from Thee the Matter take,
But trull my Cau'fe to Thee alone:
My Help is all laid up above,
My only Refuge is Thy Love.
7 The Word, the awful Word, is true,
Howe'er my feeble Flefti may fail,
I fhould my patient Lord purfue,
The utmoft Rage of Earth and Hell,
Meek, as the Lamb of God endure,
And die to make my Calling fure.
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the Inward Crofs.
j My dear Mailer, and my Lord,
Good is Thine acceptable Will,
I yield Obeifance to Thy Word,
I come, Thy humbled State to feel,
My Calling here I plainly fee,
To bear, and bleed, and die with Thee
2 Sufferer for Sin my Mailer was,
A Man of Griefs, enur'd to Woe,
I bow me to Thine inward Crofs,
Sad Fellowfhip with Thee I know:
Thou for Another's Sin didlt groan,
And fhall not I lament mine own ?
j Yes, Lord, I drink thy bitter Cup
Of Grief, Allonilhment, and Pain,
X fill thy fore Affli&ions up,
I faint thy Burthen to fuftain,
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My Spirit fweats Thy Sweat of Blood,
And gafping calls " My God, my God !"
4 My Spirit by Thy Pangs is torn,
While Thou art pleas'd my Faith to try;
For Thee difconfolate I mourn,
And ftill repeat thy bitter Cry,
" My God, my God, I cry like Thee,
Ah! why haft Thou forfaken me I
5 Abandon'd to the Tempter's Power,
Still on Thy daily Croft I blee'd,
'Till all the Rage'of Hell is o'er,
'Till all my Nature's Life is dead;
Then,, then my utmoft Wilh I havey
And fink into my Saviour's Grave.
6 I fmk with Thee, with Thee to rife,
Thy quickning Spirit to regain,
To' infure my Calling's Heavenly Prize,
And fuffer with my Lord to reign,
Thy Refurreftion's Power to prove,
And live the Life of perfect Love.
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Luke ix. 23. And he faid to (* them J all, If
any Man 'will come after me, let Kim deny him.-
felf and take up his Crofs daily, and follow me.
1 T\/TAster, I own thydawful Claim,
J.VjL Thine, wholly Thine I long to be,
Thou feeft at laft I willing am,
Where'er Thou go'eft to follow Thee,
Myfelf in all Things to deny;
Thine wholly, Thine to live and die.
* The Word " them" is not in the Original.
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2 Whate'er my finful Flefh requires
For Thee I chearfully forego,
My Covetous and vain Defires,
My Hopes of Happinefs below,
My Senfes, and my Paffion's Food,
And all my Luft of Creature-Good.
3 Pleafure, and Wealth, and Praife no more
Shall lead my captive Soul allray,
My fond Purfuits I all give o'er,
Thee, only Thee refolv'd t'obey,
My own in "all Things to refign,
And know no other 'Will than Thine.
4 Reafon, blind Leader of the Blind,
No more my linking Soul fhall ftay,
The Wifdom of the carnal Mind
That Broken Reed I caft away,
And hand by trufting in thy Might,
And follow thy unerring Light.
5 The Bead, and Devil I deny,
Senfual, and Animal Delight,
The Wanton and the Curious Eye,
Be clos'd in everlafting Night;
My Learned Lull be caft afide,
And all my Filth of Self and Pride.
6 Henceforth I will not Comfort take,
Or Pleafure in Myfelf but Thee,
Myfelf I chearfully forfake,
From Self I woidd at once get free,
I would not live, whate'er is (I,)
But O! my God, mull -f*Ifaac die!
•f Not n&cefpdridy ; not alxvays: vet if God call
for him, w mull he ready to facrifce our Ifaac,
or Joy in BinfeJf.
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7 My Joy in Thee, my Pure Delight,
So long defir'd, fo late beftow'd,
The Comfort of thy Blifsful Sight,
The Offspring and the Gift of God,
The fvveet Refrefhments of thy Grace,
The Glimpfes of thy heavenly Face!
8 O the infufferable Lofs!
To lay my Gifts and Comforts down,
To nail my lfaac to the Crofs,
Before thy Feet to caft my Crown,
Jesus, my Jesus to reftore!
All Earth and Heaven can give no more.
^ Yet will I offer in thy Might
This only Offering worthy Thee,
Give up my fpiritual Delight,
My Tafte of glorious Liberty,
Thine to Thyfelf I render back, »
Thy All for Thee 1 now forfake.
10 All Power is Thine in Earth and Heaven,
All Fulnefs dwells in Thee alone;
Whate'er I had was freely given,
Nothing but Sin I call my own,
Other Propriety difclaim,
Thou only aft the great I A M.
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11 Wherefore to Thee I all refign,
Being Thou art, and Good, and Power,
Thy only Will.be done, not mine;
Thee, Lord, let Earth and Heaven adore,
Flow back the Rivers to their Sea, ;
And let our All be loll in Thee.
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I This Agony of Grief!
When fhall it all be pafU
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Surely God will fend Relief,
And refcue me at laft:
Comforter of all that mourn,
Jesus fhall my Peace reftore,
Root out of my Flelh the Thorn,
And bid me weep no more.
2 Thrice, three thoufand, Times have I
For fpeedy Refcue pray'd,
Can the God of Love deny
His kindly promis'd Aid?
Shall I never, never know
Full Releafe from Sin and Pain,
Firft of all the Sons of Woe
That alk'd his Help in vain.
3 No, Thou gracious God and true.
Thy Promife cannot fail,
Thou at laft fhalt bring me through
The Toils of Sin and Hell:
This from Thee ev'n now I have —
If Thou art not always nigh,
If Thou canft not, wilt not, fave,
Let me forever die.
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i My only Eafe in Pain,
O my only joy in Grief,
Hear me fecretly complain,
Sigh for permanent Relief,
E'urthen'd more than T can bear,
V Still with earthly Paffions torn,
' Let me tell Thee all my Care,
" Let me in thy Bofom mourn,
Tesus
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2 Jesus, why doft Thou delay
Thy poor Prifoner to releafe,
All my Sin to take away,
All my Soul to fill with Peace?
Surely, Lord, T would-be free,
Would from every Evil fly:
Set my Heart ^t Liberty,
Give me Love, and let me die.
K 3 Nothing do I feek below,
Lord, 1 dare to Thee appeal,
Thou my tempted Soul doft know,
All I fear, and all I feel:
Nothing here but Sin I dread,
Nothing here but Love I crave:
Let me reft my weary Head,
Let me find a quiet Grave.
n 4 Grant me firft The Reft from Sin, »
Then permit me to depart,
Thou who feeft this War within,
Thou who readft this troubled Heart.
When it doth to Sin incline,
O the Agony I bear!
This unworthy Heart of mine
Would I not in Pieces tear?
5 Wherefore then, Thou gracious God,
(Let me yet again inquire)
Doft Thou leave me to my Load,
Still deny my Beft Defire ?
Why doft Thou to help forbear,
Heedlefs of my , Griefs and Fears,
Deaf to my continual Prayer,
Silent at my ceafelefs Tears ?
6 What Thou doft I know not Now,
not S'j'
But my Soul on Thee I caft,
To thy fecret Counfel bow,
Sure to know the whole at laft,
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Sure thine utmoft Grace to know,
Sure to prove thine utmoft Will,
Throughly fan&ified below,
Caught up to thy Heavenly Hill.
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thelaft m/b.
TO do, or not to do ; to have,
Or not to have, I leave to Thee:
To be, or not to be, I leave:
Thy only Will be done in me:
All my Requefts are loft in One,
Father, thy only Will be done.
Suffice that for the Seafon paft
Myfelf in Things Divine I fought,
For Comforts cried with eager Hafte,
And murmur'd that I found them not:
I leave it now to Thee alone,
Pather, thy only Will be done.
Thy Gifts I clamour for no more,
Or felffihly thy Grace require
An evil Heart to varnifh o'er;
Jesus the Giver I delire,
After the Flefii no longer known:
Father, thy only Will be done.
Welcome alike the Crown or Crofs;
Trouble I cannot afk, nor Peace,
Nor Toil, nor Reft, nor Gain, nor Lofs,
Nor Joy, nor Grief, nor Pain, nor Eafe,
Nor Life, nor Death, but ever groan,
Father, thy only Will be "done.
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XVII.
1 Y} OCK of everlafting Love,
j[X. Int<> Clefts I flee,
Never, never to remove
I build my Houfe on Thee;
On thy Dying Love I ftand,
Hear thy Words, and keep them too,
Duteous to thy kind Command,
By Works my Faith I (hew.
2 Made unto Salvation wife,
And freely fav'd by Grace,
Thee, on whom my Soul relies,
My faithful Soul obeys:
Faithful, and obedient'ftill,
Let me not be put to Shame,
Coming now to'endure thy Will,
And fuffer for thy Name.
3 Lo! the Rains defcend, o'erflow,
And to a Deluge fpread,
Winds, and Storms, and Tempefts blow,
And beat upon my Head:
Satan drives the furious Blaft,
Floods of Wickednefs aflail,
Stands my Houfe on Jesus faftj
That Rock can never fail.
4 Higher let the Torrent rife,
The Tempeft louder roar,
Satan, ftorm with all thy Lies,
And ufe thine utmoft Power,
Firm I ftand the general Shock,
Never from my Balis move,
Built, and 'ftabliftfd on The Rock
Of everlafting Love.
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XVIII.
HEE, Jesus, full of Truth and Grace,
Our Saviour we adore,
Thee in Affli&ion's Furnace praife,
And magnify thy Power.
Thy Power in human Weaknefs ihewn,
Shall make us all entire ;
We now thy guardian Prefence own,
And walk unburnt in Fire.
Thee, Son of Man, by Faith we fee,
And glory in our. Guide,
Surrounded, and upheld by Thee,
The Fiery Teft abide.
The Fire our Graces fhall refine,
'Till moulded from above
We bear the Charafter Divine,
The Stamp of perfect Love.
For the Brotherhood.
HE AD of thy patient Church beneath,
Attend the faithful Prayer we breathe
in thy own Spirit's Power,
And by thy Grace proteft, and keep,
Thy little Flock of helplefs Sheep
In every trying Hour.
XIX.
Our Brethren, and Companions dear,
Who fuffer in thy Kingdom here,
Pre
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Preferve in their Diftrefs,
Support us by that glorious Hope,
And bring, O bring us quickly up
Out of the Wildernefs.
3 The Lion roaring for his Prey,
Ah! do not fuffer him to flay
One Soul that would be thine:
To Us the Wiles of Satan fhew,
And arm us 'gainft our Hellilh Foe
In Panoply Divine.
4 By Human Wolves incompaft round,
Let none without the Fold be found
Of all thy Lambs or Sheep:
From worldly Rage and Malice hide,"'
And keep us ever by thy Side,
And in thy Bofom keep.
5 But above all thy Power difplay,
To fcreen us in our evil Day
And from Ourfelves defend;
Subdue, deftroy our Foes within,
And fave the Tempted Soul from Sin,
And fave us to the End.
6 O for thy great and glorious Name,
The dire Reproach, the guilty Shame
The curfed Thing avert,
In all th' Aflaults of Senfe and Pride
Continue on thy People's Side,
And guard the feeble Heart.
7 No more may we to Sin fubmit,
But trample it beneath our Feet
With holy Rage and Scorn,
'Till each is more than Conqueror,
And All obtain the perfect Power,
And All to God return.
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XX.
Another.
1 r a HOU G o d of Love, and Truth, and Power,
Guard us in the Evil Hour,
By fore Temptation tried,
Shelter thy poor, afftitted Fldck,
And in the Clefts of Ifrdel's Rock
Our trembling Spirits hide.
2 Long as the War fubfifts within,
Save, O fave us, Lord, from Sin,
The Lulling Flelh fubdue;
The Spirit's ftronger Lull exert,
And watch o'er every helplefs Heart,
'Till Thou haft made it New.
3 For this we flrive, for this we pray,
Take the Stumbling-block away,
The curfed Thing remove,
Uphold, and make our Footfteps fure,
And let us ftand, and walk fecure
In humble Faith, and Love.
4 Sin, only Sin we deprecate,
Fill us with a perfeft Hate
Of that thy Soul abhors;
O let us every Sin efchew
'Till all are brought viftorious thro',
And more than Conquerors.
XXI.
Another.
STILL, Lord, we afc, arid urge Thee Hill*
A(k according to thy Will,
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And urge our ftrong Requeft:
Preferve thy little Flock from Sin,
And keep, 'till Thou hail brought us in
To thine Eternal Reft.
2 Ah ? do not fuffer us to ftay,
Thee our Mafter to betray,
And fhamefully deny :
But (for Thou knowft our treacherous Heart)
Command us fooner to depart,
And Innocently die.
3 Be jealous for thy glorious Name,
Never let the Heathen blame
The Truth for our Offence;
But rather now Confirm us Thine,
And let us all our Souls refign,
And fly this Moment hence.
4: Canft Thou defpife our Fear and Pain,
Suffer us to cry invain
Beneath the Load we bear ?
Our Load of Pain and Fear remove,
And anfwer by the Fire of Love
Our Agonizing Prayer.
5 'Tis done! He hears his Spirit's Cryy
Surely now we feel Him nigh
To grant his o<wn Requeft:
We (hall not live to fall away,
But taken from the evil Day
With Him forever reft.
XXII.
1 O M E on, my Partners in Diftrefs,
Vj My Comrades thro' the Wildernefs,
C 3 Who?
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Who ftill your Bodies feel,
A while forget your Griefs, and Fears,
And look beyond the Vale of Tears
To that celeftial HilL
2 Beyond the Bounds of Time, and Space,
Look forward to that happy Place,
The Saints fecure Abode,
On Faith's ftrong Eagle Pinions rile,
And force your Paffage tp the Skies,
And fcale the Mount of God.
3 See, where the Lamb in Glory ftands,
Incircled with his radiant Bands,
And join th' Angelic Powers,
For all that Height of glorious Blifs
Our everlafting Portion is,
And all that Heaven is Ours.
4 Who fuffer for our Mafter here,
We fhall before his Face appear,
And by his Side fit down:
To Patient Faith the Prize is fare,
And all, that to the End endure
The Crofs, fhall wear the Crown,
5 Thrice bleffed blifs-infpiring Hope!
It lifts the fainting Spirits up,
It brings to life the Dead:
Our Conflicts here fhall foon be pall,
And you and I afcend at laft
Triumphant with our Head,
6 That great Myfterious Deity
We foon with open Face fhall fee:
The Beatific Sight
Shall fill the Heavenly Courts with Praife
And wide diffufe the golden Blaze
Of Everlafting Light.
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7 The Father fhining on his Throne,
The glorious co eternal Son,
The Spirit one and leven,
Confpire our Rapture to compleat,
And lo ! we fall before his Feet,
And Silence heightens Heaven.
8 In Hope of that Extatic Paufe,
Jesus, we now fuftain thy Crofs,
And at thy Footftool fall,
"Till Thou our hidden Life reveal,
'Till Thou our ravilh'd Spirits fill,
And God is All in All.
XXIIL
JDcfiring to pray,.
1 That I could but pray!
How gladly fhould I bear
The Burthen of this Evil Day
With the Support of Prayer!
Happy, could I but tell
To God my inward Woe,
My Depth of Wickednefs reveal,
My Height of Trouble {hew.
2 Alas, He knows it all,
My whole of Sin and Grief}.
Yet O, for Help I cannot call,
I cannot alk Relief:
Mountains on Mountains rife,
And quite block up the Way;
O that I could but lift my Eyes,
O that I could but pray!
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3 I ftruggle ftill, and fain
I would throw off my Load,
Stir myfelf up, and ftrive again
To apprehend my God :
Farther He doth from me,
And farther ftill depart;
In vain I bow my feeble Knee,
But not my ftubborn Heart.
4 My Heart, alas, is dead,
Or unconcern'd it fleeps,
Or ftarts, of its own Wifh afraid,
And contradi&s my Lips;
Or with Suggeftions fraught
Too horrible to bear,
Breaks off the Suit, to 'fcape the Thought
Of blafphemous Defpair.
5 Ah, whither, or to whom
Shall I for Succour fly f
My Saviour bids the Weary come,
Yet do I not draw nigh:
I would (but all in vain)
To Him my Wants difplay:
My Heart abhors the fruitlefs Pain,
I cannot, cnnnot pray.
6 But fhall I then depart,
And caft away my Hope,
Yield to a wretched, faithlefs Heart,
And give my Saviour up?
No, no! that killing Thought
Is worfe than all I feel;
Stiil let me feek, tho' clean forgot,
And want my Saviour ftill.
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7 Dead as I am to God,
I will not Him forego,
But patiently take up my Load,
And fuffer all my Woe;
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Forever will I lie,
Before his Mercy Seat,
Tho' not allowed with Mary I
To wafh, and kifs his Feet.
8 In quiet, calm Didrefs
Will I my Crofs fudain,
Content to figh for Happinefs,
And drive to pray,—In vain !
Unlefs He from his Throne
The fpeeehlefs Mourner hear,
The deep, unutterable Groan,
The loudly-filent Tear.
9 Fie hears, He hears it Now!
The Anguifh not-expred,
The Struggle of my Soul to bow,
And fall upon his Bread!
Silence a Voice hath found,
A Cry is in the Void,
Thro' Earth and Heaven my Woes refound,
And pierce the Ears of God.
i o Believing againft Hope,
I will expert his Grace,
Thro' all the Clouds of Sin look up,
And wait to fee his Face:
Forgotten tho' I feem,
He knows what I would fay ;
The Darknefs -is not dark to Him,
The Night is clear as Day.
11 I dare no longer doubt
His Readinefs to favej
Will Jesus therefore cad me out,
Becaufe no Good I have ?
To Sinners truly poor
Will God Himfelf deny!
He cannot cad me out—no more
Than He again can die !
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XXIV.
HYMN II.
1 TESU, full of Grace for me,
J Help my Soul's Infirmity;
Grant the Supplicating Grace,
Give the Power to feek thy Face:
Hear a feeble Sinner groan,
Burthen'd with an Heart of Stone;
Take the Heart of Stone away,
Give me Will, and Power to pray.
2 Once again revive the Dead,
Stir me up to afk thine Aid;
By thy Spirit's Breath incline
This unyielding Heart of mine;
Now the Rock in funder rend,
Now ejett the filent Fiend,
Power into my Soul convey,
Sigh the Pitying Ephphatha !
3 O my God, how long fhall I
Coldly with my Lips draw nigh,
Lift my Eyes with ufelefs Pain,
Drop their weary Lids again,
Feebly ftruggle to declare
The fad Meaning of my Prayer,
Give the fruitlefs Labour o'er,
Gafp for Utterance no more!
4 Help a poor and needy Soul,
Make the Wildernefs a Pool,
Pour thy Spirit from above,
Blefs me with a Flood of Love;
For thy Mercy Sake alone
Let the Miracle be done;
Take my Heart of Stone away,
Give me Will, and Power to pray. XXY.
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XXV.
HYMN III.
1 Thou Father of Compaflions,
O Thou God of Mercies hear,
Send the Spirit of Supplications,
Send the gracious Comforter:
Have refpedl to Jesus' Merit,
To thy Church the Gift impart,
Send Him Now; the Pleading Spirit
Pour into thy People's Heart.
2 If we have thro' Him found Favour,
If for Us He ever prays,
Now in Honour of our Saviour,
Grant the all-commanding Grace;
Stir us up to Prayer unceafing,
Let us all the Promife claim,
Wreftle for the mighty Bleifing,
For the New, Myfterious Name.
3 Send our long-defrr'd MeJJtas,
Us to teach thy perfedt Way;
Faithful, fervent as Eliasy
Let us in the Spirit pray,
Let the Power to Us be given,
(Weak and helplefs as we are)
Power to fhut, and open Heaven,
All th' Omnipotence of Prayer.
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XXVI.
HYMN IV.
ESU, Thou fovereign Lord of All,
The fame thro' One Eternal Day,
Attend
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Attend thy feebleft Followers Call,
And O f inftrucl us how to pray;
Pour out the fupplicating Grace,
And ftir us up to feek thy Face.
2 We cannot think a gracious Thought,
We cannot feel a good Defire,
'Till Thou who calPdft a World from Nought,
The Power into our Hearts infpire;
And then we in thy Spirit groan,
And then we give Thee back thy own.
3 Proceeds from Thee the Wifh to pray,
The longing W ifh which now we feel;
But O! we know not what to fay,
We would, but cannot, Lord, reveal
The Load our fainting Spirits bear,
Or tell Thee all our Wants in Prayer.
4 Loll in a Labyrinth of Sin,
Long have we wandred to and fro,
The Wildernefs hath fhut' us in,
And only Faith the Way can fhew,
And only Prayer can lend the Clue,
To guide our weary Footfteps thro'.
5 Tormented, deftitute, di ft reft,
Scatter'd in the dark, cloudy Day,
We labour for That Farther Reft,
And fain would force our Hearts to pray,
And ftrive and pant with endlefs Care
Tojbeave away the Mountain-Bar.
6 Doft Thou not, Lord, our Trouble fee,
Our fore, unprofitable Pain ?
A thoufand Times we bow the Knee,
Approach Thee with our Lips invain,
Prefent with lifted Hands and Eyes,
An heartlefs, lifelefs Sacrifice.
A thou-
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7 A thoufand Times o'erwhelm'd with Woe,
We groan impatient at thy Stay,
Ready to let the Promife go,
Ready to caft our Shield away,
The fruitlefs Labour to forbear,
And fold our Arms in fad Defpair.
8 Jesu, regard the joint Complaint
Of all thy tempted Followers here,
And now fupply the common Want,
And fend us down the Comforter,
The Spirit of ceafelefs .Prayer impart,
And fix thine Agent in our Heart.
9 To help our Soul's Infirmity,
To heal thy fin-fxck People's Care,
To urge our god-commanding Plea,
And make our Heart an Houfe of Prayer,
That promis'd Interceffor give,
And let us now Thyfelf receive.
10 Come in thy Pleading Spirit down,
To Us, who for thy Coming ftayj
Of all thy Gifts, we alk but One,
We alk the conftant Power to pray:
Indulge us, Lord, in this Requeft,
And, if Thou canft, deny the reft.
XXVII.
HYMN V.
1 QHepherd Divine,, our Want relieve
Cj In this our evil Day,
To all thy Tempted Followers give
The Power to watch and pray.
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2 Long as our Fiery Trials laft,
Long as the Crofs w.e bear,
O let our Souls on Thee be call
In never-ceafing Prayer.
3 The Spirit of Interceeding Grace
Give us in Faith to claim,
To wreftle, 'till we fee thy Face,
And know thy hidden Name.
4 'Till Thou the perfeft Love impart,
'Till Thou Thyfelf beftow,
Be This the Cry of every Heart
I will not let Thee go.
5 I will not let Thee go, unlefs
Thou tell thy Name to me,
With all thy great Salvation blefs,
And make me all like Thee.
6 Then let me on the Mountain-Top
Behold thine open Face,
While Faith in Sight is fwallow'd up,
And Prayer in endlefs Praife.
XXVIII.
HYMN VI.
Luke xviii. 1. Men ought ahvays to pray, and
not to faint.
1 /^OME, ye Followers of the Lord,
In Jesus Service join;
Jesus gives the facred Word,
The Ordinance Divine;
Let us his Command obey,
And afk, and have whatever we want,
Pray we, every Moment pray.
And never, never faint.
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2 Place no longer let us give
To the Old Tempter's Will,
Never more our Duty leave,
While Satan cries Be JIM!
Stand we in the Antient Way,
And here with God ourfelves acquaint,
Pray we, &c.
3 Be it Weairinefs and Pain
To flothful Flefti and Blood,
Yet we will the Crofs fuftain,
And blefs the welcome Load,
All our Griefs to God difplay,
And humbly pour out our Complaint;
Pray we, &c.
4 Let us patiently endure,
And ftill our Wants declare j
All the Promifes are fure
To perfevering Prayer:
'Till we fee the perfect Day,
And each wakes up a finlefs Saint,
Pray we, &c.
Pray we on, when all-renew'd,
And perfedted in Love,
'Till we fee the Saviour-God
Defcending from above,
All his heavenly Charms furvey,
Beyond what Angel-Minds can paint,
Pray we, &c.
6 Pray we, in the Realms of Light
'Till we behold his Face,
Faith {hall there be loft in Sight,
And Prayer in endlefs Praife,
Bleft thro' one eternal Day,
Poffeft of all that God can grant;
There we need not,, cannot pray,
For Heaven is all we want.
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XXIX.
On the Lofs of his Friends.
On the Rock of Ages I
Calmly now my Spirit ftay,
Now on Christ alone rely,
Every other Prop relign,
Sure the Sinners Friend is mine.
2 Fly, my Friends, with treacherous Speed,
Melt as Snow before the Sun,
Leave me at my greateft Need,
Leave me to my God alone,
To my Help which cannot fail,
To my Friend Unchangeable.
3 O! how conftant is my Lord,
While I to his Promife cleave ?
True, and faithful to his Word,
Me my Lord will never leave,
None jfhall us by Violence part,
None fhall tear me from his Heart.
4 Keep me then, my Lord, my Love,
Keep me clofe to thy dear Breaft,
'Till Thou take me up above,
'Till I gain the Heavenly Reft,
Seated on thy glorious Throne,
With Thyfelf forever One.
A K E thefe broken Reeds away!
XXX.
HYMN II.
LORY to the Awful God !
Objeft of thy kindeft Care,
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Thankful I adore thy Rod,
Blefs Thee for the Griefs I bear,
Griefs which all my Steps attend,
Haften on the Joyful End.
O how wonderful thy Love,
Moft benign, when moft fevere!
All thy Rivals to remove,
All my Hopes of Comfort here,
Forcing me to feel, and fee,
All on Earth is Vanity.
Long as in the Vale I live,
Calmly in the Vale I mourn,
Thankfully my Lot receive,
'Till I to thy Arms return,
Hardned in my Grief, 'till I
Sink into thy Arms, and die.
'Till that welcome Hour I fee,
Brood I o'er my hoarded Grief,
Hug my facred Mifery,
Wretched above all Relief,
Smile 1 with fuperior Pain,
Earth, and all its Joys difdain.
What a mighty Blefling This!
Peace on Earth I cannot know,
Cannot tafte a Moment's Blifs,
Stript of all I priz'd below;
Shall I of my Lofs complain ?
Only Heaven is greater Gain.
XXXI.
HYMN III.
Disconsolate Tenant of Clay,
In folemn Aflurance arife,
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Thy Treafure of Sorrow Purvey,
And look thro' it all to the Skies:
A That Heavenly Houfe is prepar'd
For al'l who are Sufferers here,
]> And wait the Return of their Lord,
And long for his Day to appear.
2 Who fuffer in Jesus's Shame,
Shall triumph in Jesus's Love;
A Child of Affliction I claim
My fure Habitation above,
My Seal of Election is This,
His Marks in my Body I bear;
My Fulnefs of Infinite Blifs,
My Crown of Rejoicing is there.
'I J There all the Tempefluous Blaft
i > Of bitter Affliction is o'er,
i The Spirit is landed at laft,
And Sorrow, and Shame are no more.
Temptation, and Trouble are gone,
The Trial is all at an end—
And" there I fhall ceafe to bemoan
The Lofs of my Brother, and Friend.
a 4 'Tis there I fhall meet him again
Whofe Burthen thro' Life 1 mull bear>
'/ No longer the Caufe of my Pain,
h No longer a Fugitive there:
Here only the World could divide,
Here only the Tempter could part,
And turn the Unwary afide,
'/ And polfon the Innocent Heart.
// 5 Then let me with Meeknefs attend
V The Word that fhall fummon me home,
/,• The Days of my Pilgrimage .end;
And bury my Griefs in the Tomb;
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6 The Tears {hall be vvip'd from my Eyes,
When Him I behold with the Bleft,
Who haften'd my Soul to the Skies,
11 And follow'd mg into my Reft.
xxxir.
HYMN IV.
1 My beft, my only Friend,
Ever conftant, kind, and true,.
Let my Days of Mourning end,.
Let me bid the World adieu,
From its Vice and Vanity
Take, O take me up to Thee.
2 Weary of my Friends below,
Friends that quickly melt away,
Friends, that faint to {hare my Woe,
Friends, that promife and betray,
Let me quit the faithlefs Kind,,
Truth in Thee alone to. find.
3- O that now my Spirit might fail,
Suddenly from Earth remove !
Snatch me from the Weeping Vale,
Bear me to the World above:
There at Reft the Weary.are,
Vext with no falfe Brethren there..
4 Jesu, Lord, when {hall it be?
End of all my Wilhes Thou,.
Set my ftruggling Spirit free, .
Haften to my Refcue now:
Bid me to the Mountain fly,
Get me up, this Hour, and die.
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XXXIII.
HYMN V.
1 /"VR if thy great Will ordain
In the Vale my longer Stay,
Let me ceafe from wretched Man,
Call the Broken Reed away,
Give my vaineft Labour o'er,
Look for Faith in Man no more.
2 Pafs away the empty Shade,
Idle Dream of Friendlhip here,
Let the fond Idea fade,
Let the Vapour difappear :
Human Friends, I give you up,
Thou, O Christ, art all my Hope.
3 Only Thou canft never be
Wearied out with my Complaint
Crufh'd by my own Mifery,
Oft as at thy Feet I faint,
Thou my Grief doft more than fhare,
Thou doll: all my Burthen bear.
^ Never will thy Patience fail,
Never leave me in Diftrefs,
Though my Enemies prevail,
Though my Miferies i'ncreafe,
Though Thou doft my Follies fee,
Though my Faults are known to Thee.
h Weak, and wayward as I am,
Naked, indigent, and blind,
Thou doft hide my guilty Shame,,
Kindly caft my Sins behind,
Freely, my Backflidings heal,
Love the faithlefs Sinner ftill.
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Sinning on fo oft, fo long,
Though I did thy Spirit grieve,.
Patient Love endur'd the Wrong,
Love refus'd his Spoils to leave;
Though I would from Thee depart,
Love purfued, and broke my Heart.
Let me then on Thee rely,
All thy faithful Mercies prove,
'Till I meet Thee in the Sky,
'Till 1 join the Church above,,
Love me, love me to the End,,
Be my Everlafting Friend.
XXXIV.
HYMN VI.
OMy condefcending Lord,
How haft Thou to Earth ftoop'd down-?
Sinners vile and felf-abhor'd
Thou doft for thy Brethren own;
O the Grace on Man beftow'd,
Man is call'd the Friend of God!
What can I defire befide ?
Jesus for my Friend I claim,
Jesus is my faithful Guide,
Happy in his Love I am,
Fulnefs of Delight I prove
In his All-fufficient Love.
From the faithlefs Sons of Men,
Saviour, to thy Arms I flee,
Sweetly on thy Bofom lean,
Find my Happinefs in Thee,
Happinefs that cannot fail,
Glorioufly unchangeable.
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4 While I thus my Soul recline
On my dear Redeemer's Breaft,
Need I for the Creature pine,
Fondly feek a farther Reft,
Still for Human Friendfhip fue,
Stoop, ye Worms of Earth, to you!
5 Jesus, Thee alone I know,
Monarch of my fimple Heart,
Thou my only Friend below,
Thou my Heavenly Portion art,
Here, and in Eternity,
Thou art all in all to me.
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HYMN VII.
x T^Atker, take thy Plague away,
And give me back my Peace,
In the dark and cloudy Day
I {hew Thee my Diftrefs:
Fear, Rebuke, and Blafphemy
Befet my Soul on every Side:
See, the helplefs Sinner fee,
For whom thy Son hath died.
2 Earth and Hell their Counfel take
Thy Servant to devour,
Do not, Lord, my Soul forfake,
Nor leave me"to their Power;
Be not Thou mine Enemy,
Nor in thy fierce Difpleafure chide;
See, the helplefs Sinner fee,
For whom thy Son hath died.
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Let the gathering Storm defcend,
Let the triumphant Foe
Sweep away my deareft Friend,
My every Good below,
Vent his utmoft Rage on me,
So Thou my God art pacified;
See, the helplefs Sinner fee
For whom thy Son hath died.
Lord, I will not deprecate
The utmoft Sufferings here,
Let the World condemn, and hate,
If Thou in Mercy clear:
Let them fet their Brand on me,
So Thou pronounce me juftified;
See, the helplefs Sinner fee,
For whom thy Son hath died.
XXXVI. For Midnight.
HYMN VIII.
AT this folemn Noon of Night, //
Lo! I rife to fing thy Praife,
All thy Judgments, Lord, are right,
True, and holy all thy Ways:
Dark, and grievous though they be,
Juft are all thy Ways to me.
Glory to the God unknown!
Chaftend from my infant Years,
Thy affliftive Love I own,
Mingle Praifes with my Tears,
Blefs Thee for my Troubles paft,
Calmly wait to feel the laft.
Thee I awfully adore,
Bruis'd by thy fevereft Rod;
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Strengthen me to fuffer more,
Still increafe my heavieft Load,
Child of Sorrow from the Womb
Send me weeping to the Tomb.
4 Still in Wearinefs, and Pain,
Will I a fad Vigil keep,
Lift my mournful Eyes again,
Only wake, to pray, and weep,
To my Midnight Talk return,
Blefs Thee for my Power to mourn.
5 O how gracious is thy Love,
Thus to ftrip me of my Joy !
All my Comforts to remove,
All my Idols to deftroy,
Forc'd by Strefs of Mifery
Happinefs to feek in Thee.
6 Wounded in the tendered Part,
Spoil'd of all my Friends below,
Can I thank Thee from my Heart,
Blefs the Hand that deals the Blow?
Lord, beneath thy Hand 1 bow;
What Thou doll I know not now.
7 Yet I can thy Mercy praife,
Doom'd my Chaftning here to feel
That I with the Godlefs Race
May not be adjudg"d to Hell;
Lord, for this my Thanks receive,
Wretched out of Hell, I live.
8 Of his earthly All bereft
Should a Living Man complain ?
Or have I a Bleffing left ?
Take that Blefling back again,
Now my lateft Good remove,
Give me but at lail thy Love.
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HYMN IX.
Bitter, bitter Lofs!
KJ My Bofom-Friend is gone,
My Life, and Comfort was
Wrapt up in Him alone:
My Eyes and Heart's Defire is fled,
The Intercourfe is o'er,
My Bofom-Friend to me is dead,
He loves my Soul no more.
z To Satanys Malice left,
By Human Furies torn,
Of all my Joys bereft,
For none but This I mourn•,
As Rachel obftinately grieve,
Difconfolate in Woe,
Nor will I evermore receive
Comfort in Things below.
3 I lift my broken Heart
To Him that reigns above:
O would He once impart
The Med'icine of his Love !
His only Love can be my Balm,
My wounded Spirit eafe;
His only Voice the Storm can calm.
And bid my Sorrows ceafe.
4 O wouldft Thou, Lord, appear,
And anfwer to my Cry,
Thy hopelefs Mourner chear,
Thy balmy Blood apply.
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From Thee, the God of pardning Love,
I never would depart,
But feek my whole Delight above,
And give Thee all my Heart.
5 Were I from all my Pain
Miraculoufly freed,
Might I receive again
My Ifaac from the dead,
He ftill Ihould on thine Altar lie,
'Till both tranflated were,
And met each other in the Sky,
And met the Saviour there!
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HYMN X.
i HERE is the Gourd, that fudden rofe
To' afluage the Violence of my Woes,
And blefs me with its cooling Shade,
Make all my Cares, and Sorrows ceafe,
And turn my Anguifh into Eafe?
z A Worm hath fmote my Verdant Bower,
And lo! how foon it fades away!
It could not ftand the Morning Hour,
Or bear the fcorching Heat of Day:
My wither'd Joy, alas, is fled,
My Fence is gone—my Friend is dead.
3 Dead, dead are all my Hopes below,
On Earth I look for no Relief:
No Paufe, or Interval of Woe,
No Refpite, or Sufpenfe of Grief,
My fhort-liv'd Happinefs is o'er,
And Human Friendfhip is no more,
To Ikreen a weary Pilgrim's Head,
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4 The fiery Sun's dire&eft Ray,
The Veh'ement Wind's fevereft Blaft
Beat 011 me in this Evil Day:
O might I now complain my laft,
Now, now lay down my fainting Head,
And weary fink among the Dead!
5 Better for me to die, than live
An ufelefs Life of Grief and Pain:
OwouldftThou, Lord, my Splint
But purge it firft from ev^rj^gfkin'T
From all my Foes, and .FrifeM s fet free, ^ V \
And then receive me up to Thee."*' y~~' *
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HYMN XI.
1 'Tis Enough! my God, my God,
Thy Hand with-hold, thy Wrath forbear;
Spare, for I hear the fpeaking Rod,
Thy Prodigal in Mercy fpare,
And in thy Gracious Arms embrace,
And kifs the Sorrow from my Face.
2 My every Idol I refign,
By thy Affli&ing Love compell'd;
Jesu, the Vi&ory is thine,
Hardly at laft I yield, I yield
With every Creature-Good to part,
I give Thee All this worthlefs Heart.
3 With folemn Dread my Life, my Fame,
My Friend I on thy Altar lay,
All Human Help, and Hope difclaim,
And meekly wait the welconieJ^>u^ ,n. ^
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That fhall my weary Soul releafe,
And lull me in eternal Peace.
4 O might I now thy Goodnefs tafte,
And know the Pardning God is mine,
Calmly lament, and groan my laft,
Into thy Hands my Soul refign,
And plunge into the Depths above,
The Ocean of thy Heavenly Love !
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HYMN XII.
1 TI7HY Ihould a Living Child of Man
y y Beneath the Scourge repine,
Or dare with impious Grief to' arraign
The Righteoufnefs Divine?
Y/hy Ihould I murmur at my Load,
And farther ,rebel,
So lightly chaften'd by my God,
And not thruft down to Hell?
2 What are the foreft Plagues I bear
To thofe the Damn'd fuftain ?
What is my Temporal Defpair
To their eternal Pain?
My Sins'demand their dreadful Hire,
My Sins for Vengeance call,
And Ihort of that infernal Fire
'Tis Grace and Mercy all.
3 What though my Soul with Shame is filPd,
My Heart o'erwhelrn'd with Dread,
What thpugh my tender Joys are kill'd,
And every Comfort fled.;
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What though my darling Ijaac I
Am forc'd to offer up,
And live, when all my Bleffings die.
And drink the bittereft Cup :
4 Shall I refent my flighted Love,
Or mourn my murther'd Fame,
Worthy the Hate of All above,
And everlafting Shame!
The Lofs of One weak, faithlefs Friend
Still, ftill fhall I bemoan,
When God, whofe Favours never end,
May yet be all my own ?
5 God of my Life, to thy Decree
I humbly now fubmit,
Accept my Puniflunent from Thee,
And tremble at thy Feet:
Whate'er thy Will infli&s I take,
'Till all thy Plagues are paft;
But while my Soul I render back,
O give me Peace at laft.
XLI.
HYMN XIII.
Thankfgiving to God for his Difappointments*
j O D of my Life, how good, how wife
V jy Thy Judgments on my Soul have.been I
They were but Mercies in Difguife,
The Painful Remedies of Sin:
How different now thy Ways appear,
Moil merciful when moft fevere!
2 Since iirft the Maze of Life I trod,
Haft Thou not hedg'd about my Way,
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My worldly vain Defigns withflood,
And robb'd my Paffions of their Prey,
With-held the Fewel from the Fire,
And crofs'd my every fond Defire ?
3 Trouble, and Lofs, and Grief, and Pain
Have crowded all my Forty Years;
I never could my Wilh obtain,
And own at laft with joyful Tears
The Man whom God delights to blefs,
He never Curfes with Succefs.
4 How oft didft Thou my Soul with-hold,
And baffle my Purfuit of Fame,
And mortify my Luff of Gold,
And blaft me in my fureft Aim,
Withdraw my Animal Delight,
And ftarve my groveling Appetite ?
5 Thy Goodnefs, obftinate to fave,
Hath all my airy Schemes o'erthrown,
My Will Thou wou'dft not let me have;
With blufhing Thankfulnefs I own
I envied oft the Swine their Meat,
But could not gain the Hulks to eat.
6 Thou wouldft not let thy Captive go,
Or leave me to my carnal Will,
Thy Love forbad my Reft below,
Thy patient Love purfued me Hill,
And forc'd me from my Sin to part,
And tore the Idol from my Heart.
7 Joy of mine Eyes, and more belov'd
(Forgive me, gracious God) than Thee,
Thy fudden Stroke far off remov'd,
And ftopp'd my vile Idolatry,
And drove me from the Idol's Shrine,
And caff me at the Feet Divine.
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But can I now the Lofs lament,
Or murmur at thy friendly Blow?
Thy friendly Blow my Spirit hath rent,
From every feeming Good below;
Thrice happy Lofs. which makes me fee
My Happinefs is all in Thee.
9 How lhall I blefs thy thwarting Love,
So near in my Temptation's Hour!
It flew my Ruin to remove,
It fnatch'd me from my Nature's Power,
Broke off my Grafp of Creature Good,
And plung'd me in th' Atoning Blood.
xo See then at laft I all refign,
I yield me up thy lawful Prey:
Take this poor, long fought Soul of mine,
And bear me in thine Arms away,
Whence I may never more remove,
Secure in thy Eternal Love.
XLII.
Written, when under Reproach,
OMy Galilean King,
Can I glory in this Shame?
Can I this Diflionour bring,
As a Suffering for thy Name?
Lord, Thou kriowft, and Thou alone,
All our Hearts to Thee are known.
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Naked, and without Difguife
In thy Sight my Spirit Hands:
Have I not from Outward Vice
Wafh'd, in Innocence, my Hands,
From the great Tranfgreflion free ?
J.qrd, I dare appeal to Thee;
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3 Inwardly like other Men,
Wholly born in Sin I am:
Only Thou didft flill reftrain.
For the Honour of thy Name;
Kept by thine Almighty Grace,
Thee I render all the Praife.
4 Nought have I whereof to boaft,
Only Sin to me belongs,
Scorn of the Philijiine. Hoft,
Subjeft of the Drunkards Songs,
Mark of Pharifaic Zeal*
All the Virtuous Rage of Hell.
5 Matter, is it not for Thee ?
If I fuffer for thy Caufe,
Blefs the Sacred Infamy,
Crown the Scandal of thy Crofs,
Now the peaceful Anfwer give,
Let me now thy Love receive.
6 Me if Thou hadft never fent,
Safans ftrongeft Holds to' o'erthrow,
Would he thus his Malice vent,
Stir up all his Powers below,
Make me as his Children black;
Would he his own Kingdom lhake?
7 Lord, my Time is in thy Hand:
Judg'd. in Man's unrighteous Day,
Let me in thy Judgment ftand,
When the Wicked melt away,
Vindicate thy Servant there,
Clear me at the laft great Bar!
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XLIII.
Another.
THOU Man of Griefs, I fain would be
Perfeflly conforrii'd to Thee:
Bellow the Patient Power,
The Meeknefs of my injur'd Lamb,
And arm me for the fiery Hour
Of Suffering for thy Name.
Unknown to Men, and meanly born,
Happy Objeft of their Scorn,
Content to live o'bfcure,
And all Things, but thy Favour, need,
And want, as my great Mailer poor,
A Place to lay my Head.
When call'd to tellify thy Grace,
Set as Adamant my Face,
My ftedfall Heart prepare :
Rejected, and abhorr'd of Men,
0 might I all thy Burthen bear,
And glory in thy Pain.
Such Honour all thy Saints polfefs,
Sufferers for Righteoufnels:
Such Honour I have here;
But O! thy Righteo. inefs I want,
1 want t' Endure 'till Thou appear,
And never, never faint.
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Give me to triumph in thy Shame,
Branded with a Madman's Name,
A falfe, deceiving Liar,
A Wine bibber, and Glutton too,
I,ri£e in facred Scandal higher,
'; " And all thy Steps purfue.
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6 The World that mock'd, and flander'd Thee,
Let them fcorn and blacken me,
Pervert/ny Good to Evil,
(The Lot my Lord did firft receive)
And falfely cry He hath a Devil,
And is not fit to live.
7 By Bofom-Friends betray'd, forfook,
Let me to my Pattern look,
No Human Help defire,
But ftand, fecure without Defence,
And force the Heathen Judge t' admire
My fpeechlefs Innocence.
8 Let all in Satan s Counfel join,
Jews and Gentiles both combine,
People and Priefts confpire
To drive me to my Heavenly Home,
And hoary Caipbas require
The vile Blafphemer's Doom.
9 Happy, forever happy I,
Sentenc'd on thy Crofs to die!
But (hall a Sinner dare
Afpire to fuch a glorious Grace?
Thou knowfl I would thy Paffion fhare,
And die to fee thy Face.
«o I would for Thee my Life refign,
Suffer in the Strength Divine;
Thro' Love's Almighty Power;
Would tread the Path my Jesus trod,
And calmly meet the fiery Hour,
Refilling unto Blood.
II Ah! let it not my Lord difpleafe,
That I long for my Releafe!
Thy
XLIV.
Deftring DEATH.
1 /"TT^O languilh for his native Air,
J[ Can the poor, wandring Exile ceafe
The Tir'd his Wiih of Reft forbear?
The Tortur'd help deftring Eafe?
The Slave no more for Freedom fxgh?
Or I no longer pine to die ?
2 As ftiipwreck'd Mariners defire
With eager Grafp to reach the Shore,
As Hirelings long to' obtain their Hire,
And Veterans wifh their Warfare o'er,
I languifh from this Earth to flee,
And gafp for Immortality.
To Heaven I lift my mournful Eyes,
And all within me groans How long ?
O were I landed in the Skies!
The bitter Lois, the cruel Wrong
Should there no more my Soul moleft,
Or break my everlafting Reft.
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4 No Faithlefs Friend fhall there be found
-To mock me with his Offers vain,
By deep Ingratitude to wound,
To caufe, and then upbraid my Pain,
To leave me at my greateft Need,
Or trample on my finking Head.
5 In that Jerufalcm above,
No Pain the happy Spirit meets,
No Senfe of ill-requited Love,
No fad Complaining in their Streets,
Crying, and Curfe, and Death are o'er;
And there Temptation is no more.
6 O could I break this Flelhly Fence,
Drop all my Sorrows in the Tomb,
On Angels Wings remove from hence,
And fly this happy Moment home,
Quit the Dark Houfe of mouldring Clay,
And launch into Eternal Day!
XLV.
HYMN II.
1 /"X Sorrowful Soul,
V/ Thy Meafure is full,
Thy Cup it runs o'er,
On Earth Thou canfl forrow, and fuffer no more,
2 My Comfort is fled,
My Joy is all dead,
Extinguifh'd my Hope,
Arvd never again I on Earth fhall look up.
2 In patient Diftrefs
From the Creature I ceafe,
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Difdain the Relief,
Which can neither remove, nor diminifh my Grief.
4 From the Things that are feen,
From the Children of Men,
To the Comforts I fly,
To the Joys, andthePleafures that never lhall die.
5 From the World I remove
To a City above,
Whofe Balis Hands fall,
And long as the Heavenly Founder lhall laft.
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6 No mournful Complaints
In a City of Saints,
No Evil, or Sin,
No Want, or Temptation can ever break in.
7 No Curfe to annoy,
No Death to deftroy,
No Trouble, or Care,
No Anguilh, or Sorrow, or Crying is there,
8 The King of the Place
Shall Ihew me his Face j
The Rapturous Sight
Shall fill me with pure and unfading Delight,
9 O thrice blefled Hope!
Even now it lifts up
My Soul to the Skies, [Eyes.
And wipes for a Moment the Tears from my
10 The Vale I look thro'
To the Glory in view,
That Eternal Reward
For All, who endure to the End with their Lord.
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The Crofs I defpife,
'Till with Life I lay down
The Burthen, thro' which I inherit the Crown.
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HYMN III.
1 /~N R E AT Author of my Being,
V_j Who feeft mine inward Care,
The Ills of thy decreeing
Enable me to bear,
The Juftice of thy Sentence
With meekeft Awe to own,"
And fpend in deep Repentance
My laft expiring Groan.
2 The Grief beyond exprefling
To me, to me impart,
I alk this only Blefiing
An humble broken Heart;
The Spirit of Contrition
0 might I now receive,
For all my Soul's Ambition
Is worthily to grieve.
3 In facred Melancholy
1 would thro' Life abide,
And wail my Days of Folly,
My Years of Sin, and Pride,
Far from the Paths of Pleafure,
Difdaining all Relief,
Would count my mournful Treafure,
And hug my Hoard of Grief.
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, 4 Be this my conftant Care
From all Delight to flee,
And fiiffer None to Ihare
My facred Mifery;
No Succour, or Compaflion
Of feeble Man I crave,
No Earthly Confolation,
Or Refuge—but the Grave.
5 7he Friend, whom once I wanted
To mitigate my Woe,
Revok'd as foon as granted, *
I calmly now forego,
My lateft Strife is over,
The fleeting Good to flay,
Nor would I, Lord, recover,
Whom Thou haft fnatch'd away.
6 Thou knowft my Heart's Defxre
Is only to be gone,
And filently retire,
And live, and die alone:
No fweet Companion near
To catch my lateft Sighs,
My dying Words to hear,
Or clofe thefe weary Eyes.
7 Only Thou God of Power,
Thou God of Love attend,
In that decifive Hour,
When Pain with Life Ihall end:
Thou only bear my Burthen,
And help my laft Diftrefs,
And give me back my Pardon,
And bid me die in Peace..
8 O for thy Jesus' Merit,.
The Forfeiture reftore,
And land my fainting Spirit
On yonder happy Shore,
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In Safety waft me over,
And harbour in thy Breaft,
And let me there recover
Mine Everlafting Reft.
With trembling Hafte I fly,
Walh me, O my Pardning God,
From Crimes of deepen Die,
Purge my every Crimfon Stain,
And give my burthen'd Confcience Eafe,
Turn me to my Reft again,
And bid me die in Peace.
None of all thy Gifts below
Do I, O Lord, defire,
Grant me but thy Love to know,
And quietly expire,
From my Sin's, my Body's Chain
This weary wretched Soul r el eafe,
Turn me, 13c.
If Thou canft, the Whole remit
Of what I feel, and fear,
Send me up out of the Pit
Of temporal Deipair :
All the fad Arrears of Pain
Difcharge by thy own Righteoufiieft,
Turn me, c.
Let the Punilhment fufiice
I have already borne,
Wipe the Sorrow from; my Eyes,
And bid me now return;
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HYMN IV.
O the Fountain of thy Blood
Me
Me a wretched finful Man
Redeem from all my Sinfulnefs;
Turn me, &c.
Weak, and coward as I am,
I dare no longer live:
Hide me from my Grief, and Shame,
And to Thyfelf receive:
Might I now the Port obtain,
Might all thefe Storms and Sorrows ceafe!
Turn me, yc.
Plunge me in the purple Tide
Of thy Atoning Blood,
Take me, Lord, into thy Side,
And bring me pure to God :
If Thou haft not died in vain,
The Purchafe of thy Paftion feize,
Turn me to my Reft again,.
And bid me die in Peace.
XLVIII. At laying down.
HYMN V.
J "IT7HEN fhall I lay down my Head
VV On my fofteft, Earthen Bed,
Have the Reft I fain would have,
Sink into the quiet Grave!
2 When fhaH I my Haven find,
Leave my Cares, and Griefs behindy
Gain the Good for which I weep,
Clofe mine Eyes in lafting Sleep !
g Might I now efcape away,
Quit the Tenement of Clay,
Take my unfufpefled Flight,
Steal into the World of Light.
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4 Only this do I defire,
Change, and O! my Soul require,
Come, my Lord, and Saviour come,
Now prepare, and take me home.
5 Now pronounce the welcome Word,
Pardon, and receive me, Lord,
Now the hallowing Blood apply,
Bid me lay me down, and die.
6 Work a fudden Work of Grace,
Cut it Ihort in Righteoufnefs,
Liken'd to the Saints in Light,
Call me hence this happy Night.
7 Save me now from all my Fears,
Let me pour my lateft Tears,
E'er I fee th' approaching Morn,
Bid my Spirit to God return;
8 Breathlefs leave this heavy Clod,
Faint into the Arms of God,
Glide in blifsful Dreams away,
Wake in Everlafting Day.
XLIX.
HYMN VI.
j fr-^HOU wretched Man of Sorrow,
X Whofe Eyes all Day o'erflow,
Indulge thy Grief, and borrow
The Night for farther Woe;
In ceafclefs Lamentation
Thy folemn Moments fpend,
And groan thy Expeftation,
That Pain with Life flrall end.
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2 'Till then in fixt Defpair
Of all Relief I live,
My utmoft Burthen bear,
And Now retire to grieve,
To tafte my only Pleafure,
In fecret Sighs complain,
Augment my mournful Treafure,
And aggravate my Pain.
3 To Pain, and Grief inur'd
I from the Womb have been,
And all the Rage endur'd,
And all the Shame of Sin,
Wandred my Forty Years
Throughout the Defart wide,
And in ten thoufand Fears
Ten thoufand Deaths have died.
4 Eternal Death's fad Sentence
I ftill, alas, receive,
With fruitlefs, vain Repentance
For Final Mercy grieve;
The Ago'ny of Temptation
I every Moment feel,
As doom'd to Defperation,
As rufhing into Hell.
f My Comforts all are blafted,
My Comforter is gone:
The Joy which once I tafted,
0 that I ne'er had known!
The Gourd which footh'd my Anguilh.,
Is wither'd o'er my Head,
And faint with Grief I languilh
To fink among the Dead.
6 From all I fuffer here,
(If God my Sins forgive)
From all I feel, and fear
1 there redeem'd lhall live:
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No Serpent to deceive me,
No Sin to ftain my Thought,
No Lofs, or Wrong to grieve me ,
Where all Things are forgot.
7 No Heart-diftra&ing PalKon
Is there to break my Peace,
But Joy without Cefi'ation,
And Love without Excefs:
Of Paradife fecure,
I fhall no longer mourn -r
The Blifs is full, and fure,
The Rofe without a Thorn.
3 Safe on the happy Shore,
My Soul the Storm defies,
Where Pain affii&s no morer
And Grief no longer cries:
In that celeftial City
From all our Toils we ceafe,.
And lofe our fighing Pity
In Univerfal Blifs.
^ In Hope of that Salvation
I feel a Moment's Reft,
The Calm of Expe&ation.
Has ftole into my Breaft l
I weep at Refcue near,
I ftruggle to be gone,.
And Joy is in the Tear,
And God is in the Groan!
io Hear then thy own Petition,
And fuddenly releafe,
A.nd crown my fole Ambition,
And let me die in Peace:
Gr lengthen out my Care
To threefcore Years and ten,
But then in Mercy fpare,
ButO! receive me Then! £ In
Of Pain I now Advantage make,
Meekly bear it for his Sake,
Who fuffeFd Death for me:
To fuifer Death for Him I wait,
And Pain fhall open wide the Gate
Of Immortality.
4 O bleffed Hope of lafting Peace!
Let me lawfully decreafe,
And fenfibly decay:
Welcome whate'er my Lord ordain,
Difeafe, or Wearinefs, or Pain,
To haften me away.
5 I come, with eager Joy I come
To my everlafting Home,
Where Toil and Sorrow end,
Where all my Stores of Grief (hall fail,
And I no more in Groans bewail
My poor departed Friend.
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HYMN VII.
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-* TT70RN out with long Fatigue, and Pain,
W Let my feeble Flelh complain,
Or fail beneath its Load,
My Spirit (hall fuperior rife,
Regaining fwift her native Skies,
And fooner reach her God.
2 Too long this corruptible Clay
■Clouded the Ethereal Ray,
And prefs'd my Spirit down,
A Gainer now by every Lofs,
I find in Wearinefs a Crols,
That lifts me to a Crown.
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6 In that "Jerufalem above
All is Harmony and Love,
And Joy without a Sting:
The Tears are baniih'd from our Eyes,.
And not a fingle Sigh can rife,
Where Saints forever fing.
7 O might I, from this Dungeon freed,
Now lay down my weary Head,
My mournful Soul refign,
This Moment meet th' appointed Day,
And faint, and fink, and die away
Into the Arms Divine.
LI.
HYMN VIII.
j TESU, help thy Fallen Creature!
J Conque'ror of the World Thou art,
Stronger than the Fiend, and greater
Than this poor rebellious Heart*.
Power, I know, to Thee is given,
Power to fentence or releafe,
Power to fhut, or open Heaven;
Thou alone hall all the Keys.
>t 2 Open then, in great Compaflion,
0 Open Mercy's Door to me,
Out of mighty Tribulation
Bring me forth thy Face to fee;
O cut Ihort my Days of Mourning,
>f Quickly to my Refcue come,
Let me fuddenly returning
Reach my everlafting Home.
>" Hear
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Hear me, Lord, myfelf bemoaning,
Banilh'd from my Native Place,
Languilhing for God, and groaning
To appear before thy Face:
From this Bodily Oppreflion
Set my earned Spirit free,
Give me now the. full Pofleflion,
Let me now thy Glory fee.
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If Thou ever did ft difcover
To my Faith the Promis'd Land,
Bid me now the Stream pafs over,
On that Heavenly Border ftand,
Now furmount whate'er oppofes,
Into thine Embraces fly;
Speak the Word Thou fpakft to Mofex,
Bid me get up, and die.
LII.
HYMN IX.
WEARY World of Sin, and Anguifh,
How I long from Thee to fly!
Fainting for Relief I languifh,
Dying thro' Defire to die:
O my Life, my only Treafure,
Let me caft it all behind,
Now fill up my mournful Meafure,
Now my Heavenly Canaan find.
2 Never fhipwreck'd Mari'ner wanted
More to reach the diftant Shore,
Never wandring Exile panted
For his Native Country more:
ft Hear my earneft Supplication,
Thou who only canft releafe,
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H Shew me now thy full Salvation,
Let me now depart in Peace.
i 3 Hear me, Lord, my Suit redouble,
'Till the Promifel obtain*
Ceafe from all my Grief, and Trouble,
Everlafting Comfort gain:
Can it be to Thee difpleafmg,
That I fain thy Face would fee,
ir for the mighty Blefling,
All on f re to die for Thee.
if ^ Prefent with me in Temptation,
Thou my troubled Soul hall known,
All my Sorrow, and Vexation,
All my Fear to Thee I own:
Lord, I would not live to grieve Thee,
Would not from thy Bofom ftray.
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't Now tranfport my Soul away.
LIII.
HYMN X.
O Might the Gracious Hand
Which into Being brought,
Tranfport me to that quiet Land,
Where all Things are forgot!
That Land of fettled Reft,
Where Fear, and Grief is o'er,
And Lofs, and Pain no more moleft,
And Sin torments no more.
j. This Mountain load of Care,
This Bitternefs of Shame,
This
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This Memo'ry—I fhall lofe it there,
With all I feel, and Am:
In fweet Oblivion drown'd
My Sorrows all {hall ceale;
There only Peace for me is found,
A fure Eternal Peace.
3 I dare not hope to fee
My Sufferings end below,
But wait the Hour that fets me free
From Life, and all its Woe:
No Gleam of Joy fhall ileal
Into this wretched Heart,
'Till God his Perfed Love reveal,
And bid me hence depart.
4 Hardened in jufl Defpair
1 hug the deftin'd Crofs,
The Wound incurable I bear,
Th' Irreparable Lofs:
The Pangs thro' which I groan
On Earth fhall never end,
For O ! Eternity alone
Can give me back my Friend.
5 O happy, happy Hope
(My only Hope of Blifs)
I, even I, fhall there look up,
And fee my Troubles ceafe,
Beyond the cruel Power
Of Sin I there fhall be,
I, even I, fhall reach the Shore
Of calm Eternity.
6 Come then, my friendly Foes,
With kindeft Violence come,
Fill up the Meafure of my Woes,
Haften my Spirit home,
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Let Grief, and Lofs, and Shame
With Men and Devils join,
To drive a Wretch—without a Name—
Into the Arms Divine.
LIV.
HYMN XI.
On the Death of Samuel Hitchins,
AGAIN we lift our Voice
And fhout our folemn Joys !
Caufe of higheft Rapture This,
Raptute that ftiall never fail,
See a Soul efcap'd to Blifs,
Keep the Chrijiian Feltival!
2 Our Friend is gone before
To that celeftial Shore!
He hath left his Mates behind,
He hath all thefe Storms outrode,
Found the Reft we toil to find,
Landed in the Arms of God.
And ftiall we mourn to fee
Our Fellow-Prifoner free?
Free from Doubts, and Griefs, and Fears,
In the Haven of the Skies!
Can we weep to fee the Tears
Wip'd forever from his Eyes*?
No, dear Companion, no!
We gladly let Thee go
From a Suffering Church beneath
To a Reigning Church above:
Thou haft more than conquer'd Death,
. Thou art crown'd with Life, and Love.
Thou
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5 Thou in thy youthful Prime
Haft leap'd the Bounds of Timej
Suddenly from Earth releaft,
Lo! we now rejoice for Thee,
Taken to an Early Reft,
Caught into Eternity.
6 Thither we all repair,
That Glorious Blifs to fhare:
We ihall fee the welcome Day,
We fhall to the Summons bow:
Come, Redeemer, come-away,
Now prepare, and take us Ncwf .
LV. For One Departing.
HYMN XII.
HAPPY Soul, thy Days are ended, OH
All thy mourning Days below:
Go, by Angel-Guards attended,
To the Sight of Jesus go!
Waiting to receive thy Spirit,
Lo! the Saviour ftands above,
Shews the Purchafe of his Merit,
Reaches out the Crown of Love.
Struggle thro' thy lateft Paflion
To thy dear Redeemer's Breaft,
To his uttermoft Salvation,
To his Everlafting Reft:
For the Joy He fets before Thee,
Bear a momentary Pain,
Die, to live the Life of Glory,
Suffer, with thy Lord to reign.
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HYMN XIII.
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FArewel Thou once a Sinner,
My poor affti&ed Friend !
Thy Lord, thy Faith's Beginner,
Is now its Glorious End!
The Author of thy Being
Hath fummon'd Thee away,
And Faith is loft in Seeing,
And Night in endlefs Day.
Thy Days of Pain and Mourning,
Thy Puniftiment is paft,
And to thy God returning
Thy Soul is fav'd at laft:
Sav'd from a World of Evils,
With Jesus Christ ftiut in,
Beyond the Range of Devils,
Beyond the Reach of Sin.
No more o'erwhelm'd with Terrors,
Or rack'd with Doubts Thou art,
No more th' Almighty's Arrows
Transfix thy bleeding Heart:
No more thy wounded Spirit
Faints under its full Load,
Or cries What Man can bear it,
The heavy Wrath of God !
The Waves and Storms of Paflion
Are all paft o'er thy Head,
From Trouble and Temptation
Thou liv'ft forever freed:
No Lofs of Friends (hall grieve Thee,
While all thy Eden iharej
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They cannot, cannot leave Thee,
Thy kind Companions there,
5 With Thofe that went before Thee,
The Saints of antient Days,
Who fhine in Sacred Story,
Thy Soul hath found its Place:
Acquainted with their Sadnefs,
While in the Weeping Vale,
Thou (hareft now their Gladnefs,
And Joys that never fail.
6 Thine Earthly Courfe is ended,
Thou haft obtain'd the Prize,
Triumphantly afcended
To God in Paradife:
From all thy Care and Sorrow
Thou art efcap'd To-day—
And I {hall mount To-morrow,
And I lhall foar away.
7 Jesus, my Hope of Glory,
I owe it to thy Grace,
That I {hall foon adore Thee,
And fee Thee Face to Face:
Fulfil my Expe&ation,
And O! to take me home,
With all thy great Salvation,
This happy Moment come I
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HYMN XIV.
HILE Angel-Quires their Harps employ,
Strung with everlafting Joy,
A Str-anger to receive,
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5 Stript of her choice!! Bleffing here,
Nature drops a blamelefs Tear,
From all Impatience kept:
Calm we bewail our Friend remov'd,
As Jesus mourn'd for his Belov'd;
He died; and Jesus Wept I
6 Our Lofs we folemnly deplore,
Not like Men who hope no more
Their ravilh'd Friend to fee,
Sure to o'ertake his Parted Soul,
In Grief, in Death, our Hope is full
Of Immortality.
7 Superior to ourfelves we rife,
Struggle after to the Skies,
And antedate the Day,
When coming in the Clouds we ihall
The Judge of Quick and Dead with all
His Glorious Saints furvey.
8 Amidll that bright Ethereal Train
We fhall find our Friend again,
Diftinguifh'd in the Throng,
Our Spirits fiiall his Spirit know,
And fing with All we lov'd below
The Lamb's Eternal Song.
LVIII.
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LVIII.
HYMN XY.
On the D^c^Thomas Beard, whowas
Imprejl for a Soldier, and died in the Hof-
pital at Newcaftle.
1 O Oldier of Christ, adieu!
O Thy Conflicts here are paft,
Thy Lord hath brought Thee thro',
And giv'n the Crown at lall:
Rejoice to wear the Glorious Prize,
Rejoice with God in Paradife.
2 There all thy Sufferings ceafe,
There all thy Griefs are o'er,
The Pris'ner is at Peace,
The Mourner weeps no more;
From Man's oppreflive Tyranny
Thou liv'ft, Thou liv'ft forever free,
3 Torn from thy Friends below
In Banilhment fevere,
A Man of Strife, and Woe,
No more Thou wandreft hereA
Join'd to thy Better Friends above,
At reft in thy Redeemer's Love.
4 No longer now conftrain'd
With Human Fiends to dwell,
To fee their Evil pain'd,
Their Blafphemies to feel;
Angels and Saints thy Comrades are,
And all adore the Saviour there,
Thou
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5 Thou canft not there bemoan
Thy FriencL or Country's Lofs,
Thro' fore Oppreflion groan,
Or faint beneath the Crofs,
The Joy hath fwallow'd up the Pain,
And Death is thy Eternal Gain.
6 What hath their Malice done
Who hurried hence thy Soul?
When Half thy Race was run,
They pulh'd Thee to the Goal,
Sent to the Souls fupremely Bleft,
And drove Thee to thy Earlier Reft!
7 Thou out of great Diftrefs
To thy Reward art paft,
Triumphant Happinefs,
And Joys that always laft:
Thanks be to God, who fet Thee free,
And gave the Final Vidtory.
S Thy Vidtory we {hare,
Thy Glorious Joy we feel,
Parted in Flefh we are,
But join'd in Spirit ftill:
And ftill we on our Brethren call
To praife the Common Lord of All,
9 Not for your needlefs Aid,
Not for your ufelefs Prayers,
(Jesus for Us hath pray'd,
And all our Burthens bears)
Yet ftill on you we call, and cry
Extol the Lord of Earth and Sky.
10 Thus let us ftill maintain
Our Fellowftiip Divine,
And 'till we meet again
In Jesus Pr&ifes join,
Thos,
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Thus, 'till we all your Raptures know,
Sing you above, and We below!
LIX. Another,
HYMN XVI.
yyLL Worlhip and Love
To the Father above,
Who hath fummon'd Another his Glory to prove:
Who in Pity and Grace
Hath Ihortned his Race,
And caught up a Worm to the Sight of his Face.
2 Our Friend is at reft
In a Paradife bieft,
Which Sorrow, and Satan can never moleft:
He hath Ihook off his Clay,
He is wafted away,
And efcap'd to the Regions of Permanent Day.
3 Thrice happy Remove
To a Country above,
Where All are employ'din the Triumph of Love!
We thitherward tend,
We too ftiall afcend,
And begin the Enjoyment which never Ihall end,
4 For this do we mourn,
'Till by Angels upborn,
We again to our Heavenly Border return:
Caught up in the Air
We foon fhall be there,
And our happy, unfading Inheritance lhare,
5 What Joy fhall abound,
When our Brethren around
The Throne of our glorious Redeemer are found!
When
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When our Comrades in Pain
We embrace them again,
And in Jesus's Bofom eternally reign.
6 With loving Surprize
The whole Company cries
How ftrangely at laft are we met in the Skies f
What a Wonder of Grace
Tranfcending our Praife,
That woe Ihould be feen in this Holieft Place!
7 Poor Sinners below,
Acquainted with Woe,
How heavily once with our Load did we go ?
In Trials fevere
How oft did we fear [here!
We ihould never hold out, we fhould never come
8 Fellow-Prifoners beneath,
Our forrowful Breath
We wafted in paffionate Wifhes for Death;
Our Evils fo rife,
So painful our Strife,
And fo long did it feem the fad Moment of Life ?
9 That Moment is paft!
We are landed at laft,
We are fafely arriv'd, where our Anchor was call;
On ImmanueVs Land
With a numberlefs Band,
Of Cherubs and Se aphs exulting we ftand.
10 For a Moment of Pain
We on Earth did fuftain,
An Eternal Reward we in Heaven obtain:
Who governs the Skies,
Hath banifti'd our Sighs, [our Eyes.
An4 the Lamb He hath wip'd all the Tears from
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11 No uneafy Alloy
Shall fully our Joy,
While our Harps in ImmanueTs Praife we employ*
Not a diffonant String
Shall be heard while we fmg [King.
With the Chorus of Angels," our Saviour and
12 Our Saviour we own
Who fits on the Throne,
Salvation afcribe to the Father and Son i
We are fav'd by the Lamb!
Let all Heaven proclaim, [Name.
Let all Heaven bow down to The Wonderful
13 Our Jesus furround
With Majefty crown'd,
-And Amen to our Praifes ye Seraphim found:
Lo! He Ihews us his Face !
Ye Seraphim gaze,
Or fall, and adore in the Spirit of Praife.
14 Thus, thus let us lie,
'Till rais'd by his Eye,
Hallelujah, again Hallelujah we cry!
Progrefiively move,
And in Rapture improve,
And Eternity fpend to the Praife of his Love.
LX.
HYMN XVII.
On the Death of Alexander White,
8 What a Soul-tranfporting Sight
Mine Eyes To-day have feen,
A Speftacle of ftrange Delight
To Angels, and to Men!
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Nor human Language can exprefs,
Nor Tongue of Angels paint
The vaft myilerious Happinefs
Of a departing Saint!
3 See there, ye milbelieving Race,
The Wifdom from above!
Behold in that pale, imiling Face
The Power of Him we love.
How calmly through the mortal Vale
He walks with Christ his Guide,
And treads down all the Powers of Hell,
And owns the Crucified!
4 Where is the King of Terrors? where
The Pomp of deadly Pain ?
A Child of God his Frowns can dare,
And all his Darts difdain:
« The King of Fears, he greatly cries,
Can never frighten me,
Who grafpthro' Death the glorious Prize
Of Immortality.
5 The Life, which in my Spirit dwells,
He never can deftroy,
And all the Pain my Body feels
Is fwallow'd up in Joy.
Jesus doth all my Burthens bear:
And gladly I commend
The Objefts of my lateft Care
To my eternal Friend.
6 Whate'er ye afk, whate'er ye want,
My Lord lhall richly give:
The Blelfing of a dying Saint
On all your Souls I leave.
Come, follow to that happy Place,
Our Mailer's Joy to fee,
For O! in one Ihort Moment's Space
Ye all lhall reft with me. Rejoice
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6 Rejoice, my Friends, I go before,
To meet my happy Doom,
And tell them on the heavenly Shore,
Ye all are haftning Home.
For me my Father's Chariot waits,
I fee the flaming Steeds,
And lo! the everlafting Gates
Lift up their pearly Heads!
7 The blefled Meflenger is fent,
To lead me to the Throne,
Above that ftarry Firmament,
Above that glimmering Sun.
The Angel beckons me away
To fairer Worlds on high:
And let me now the Call obey,
And lay me down, and die.
8 At this thrice welcome Time of Grace,
When God for me was born,
Made ready for his kind Embrace,
My Spirit (hall return.
To day I {hall with Rapture fee
The Child to Mortals given,
And kifs the Incarnate Deity,
And keep the Feaft in Heaven.
9 Even now the Earneft He reveals
Of my eternal Reft,
Th' immeafurable Comfort fwells
This weak tranfported Breaft:
My Body fails, my Soul wants air,
And gafps for its Remove,
So much of Heaven I cannot bear,
I am too full of Love.'"
io Thrice happy Soul! by fpecial Grace
So highly favour'd here,
To found in Death the Saviour's Praife,
And breathe the Comforter:
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On Earth to' enjoy the blifsful Sight
To dying Stephen given,
And fee his Lord enthron'd in Light,
And fee his opening Heaven.
That heavenly Blifs, when Language fails,
His every Look difplays,
And every Smile divinely tells
The Raptures of the Place.
The Glory, while he lays it down,
Shines thro' the finking Clay,
And lo! without a parting Groan,
The Soul afcends away!
Without a Groan the Cbriftian dies!
But not without a Word:
On me, on me, he loudly cries,
To meet our Common Lord.
He calls me by my worthlefs Name,
My Soul he beckons home:
And lo! in Jesus' Hands I am,
And lo! I gladly come!
Witnefs my undilTembled Tears,
If here I wifh to ftay,
Or rather to lhake off my Fears,
And corruptible Clay.
Witnefs the Searcher of my Heart,
Whofe Abfence I bemoan,
And pine, and languifli to depart,
And ftruggle to be gone.
Lord, if Thou .didft indeed infpire
Thy Servant's dying Breaft,
And fill him with thine own Defire,
That I with Thee might reft;
Thine own Defire in me fulfil,
Thy perfe£t Love difpenfe,
And freely my Bacldlidings heal,
- And Now tranfport me hence.
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* T "I E A D of thy Church, whofe Spirit fills,
X J. And flows thro' every Faithful Soul,
Unites in myftic Love, and feals
Them One, and Amplifies the whole;
2 Lefs than the leaft of Saints, I join
My Littlenefs of Faith to Theirs,
O King of All, thine Ear incline,
Accept our much-availing Prayers.
3 Come, Lord, the Glorious Spirit cries,
And Souls beneath the Altar groan,
Come, Lord, the Bride on Earth replies,
And perfeft all our Souls in One.
4 Pour out the Promis'd Gift on All,
Anfwer the Univerfal Come,
The Fulnefs of the Gentiles call,
And take thine Antient People home.
5 To Thee let all the Nations flow,
Let all obey the Gofpel-Word,
Let all their bleeding Saviour know,
Fill'd with the Glory of the Lord.
6 O for thy Truth and Mercy Sake,
The Purchafe of thy Paffion claim,
Thine Heritage the Gentiles take,
And caufe the World to know thy Name.
7 Thee, Lord, let every Tongue confefs,
Let every Knee to Jesus bow:
Hz O! All-
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O! All-redeeming Prince of Peace,
We long to fee thy Kingdom now.
8 Haften that Kingdom of thy Grace,
And take us to our Heavenly Home,
And let us Now behold thy Face:
Come, glorious God, to Judgment come!
LXII.
HYMN II.
1 f~\ Thou our Hufhand, Brother, Friend,
Behold a Cloud of Incenfe rife,
The Prayers of Saints to Heaven afcend,
Grateful, unceafing Sacrifice.
2 Regard our Prayers for Sion*s Peace,
Shed in our Hearts thy Love abroad;
Thy Gifts abundantly increafe,
Enlarge, and fill us all with God.
3 Before thy Sheep, Great Shepherd, go,
And guide into thy perfect Will;
Caufe us thy hallow'd Name to know,
The Work of Faith with Power fulfil.
4 Help us to make our Calling fure,
O! let us all be Saints indeed,
And pure as God Himfelf is pure,
Confornfd in all Things to our Head.
3 Take the dear Purchafe of thy Blood,-
Thy Blood fhall wafh us white as Snow,
Prefent us fandtifed to God,
And perfected in Love below.
8 Wafh out the deep, Original Stain,
And make us glorious all within,
No Wrinkle on our Souls remain,
No fmalleft Spot of Inbred Sim
9 Then, when the perfeft Life of Love
The Bride and all her Children live,
Come down, and take us from above,
And to thy Heaven of Heavens receive.
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HYMN
OMost companionate High-Prieft,
Full of all Grace we know Thou art;
Faith puts its Hands upon thy Bread,
And feels beneath thy panting Heart.
Thy panting Heart for Sinners bleeds;
Thy Mercies, and Companions movef
Thy groaning Spirit interceeds,
And yearn the Bowels of thy Love.
Hear then the pleading Spirit's Prayer,
(The Spirit's Will to Thee is known)
For all who now thy Sufferings fhare,
And ft ill- for-full Redemption groan.
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4 Poor tempted Souls, with Tempefts toft,
And Strangers to a Moment's Peace;
Difcon folate, afflided, loft,
Loft in an howling Wildernefs.
5 Torn with an endlefs War within,
Vex'd -with the Flefti and Spirit's Strife,
And ftruggling in the Toils of Sin,
And agonizing into Life.
6 O! let the Prifoners mournful Cries
As Incenfe in thy Sight appear!
Their humble Wailings pierce the Skies,
If hap'ly they may feel Thee near.
7 The Captive Exiles make their Moans,
Prom Sin impatient to be free:
Call home, call home thy banifh'd ones!
Lead captive their Captivity !
8 Shew them the Blood that bought their Peace,
The Anchor of their ftedfaft Hope;
And bid their guilty Terrors ceafe,
And bring the ranfom'd Prifoners up.
9 Out of the Deep regard their Cries,
The Fallen raife, the Mourners chear ;
O Sun of Righteoufnefs, arife,
And fcatter all their Doubt, and Fear!
10 Pity the Day of feeble Things:
O! gather every halting Soul,
And drop Salvation from thy Wings,
And make the contrite Sinner whole.
i Stand by them in the fiery Hour,
Their Feeblenefs of Mind defend;
And in their Weaknefs fhew thy Power,
And make them patient to the End.
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i 2 O! fatisfy their Soul in Drought;
Give them thy faving Heafth- to fee,
And let thy Mercy find them out;.
And let thy Mercy reach to me.
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14 Relieve the Souls whofe Crofs we bear,
For whom thy fuffering Members mourn;
Anfwer our Faith's effectual Prayer:
Bid every ftruggling Child be born.
15 Hark, how thy Turtle-Dove complains,
And fee us weep for Sion s Woe!
Pity thy fuffering People's Pains;
Avenge us of our inbred Foe.
16 Whom Thou has bound, O Lord, expel,
And take his Armour all away;
The Man of Sin, the Child of Hell,
The Devil in our Nature flay.
17 Him, and his Works at once deftroy,.
The Being of all Sin erafe,
And turn our Mourning into Joy,
And cloath us with the Robes of Praife.
j g Then, when our Sufferings all are paft,
O! let us pure and perfect be,
And gain our Calling's Prize at laft,
Forever Sanftified in Thee.
13 Haft Thou the Work of Grace begun,
And brought them to the Birth invain F
O let thy Children fee the Sun!
Let all their Souls be born again.
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LXIV.
HYMN IV.
1 AUTHOR of Faith, we feek thy Face,
For All who feel thy Work begun;
Confirm, and ftablifh them in Grace,
And bring thy feebleft Children on.
2 Thou feeft their Wants,Thou knowft their Names:
Be mindful of thy youngeft Care;
Be tender of thy new-born Lambs,
And gently in thy Bofom bear.
3 The Lion roaring for his Prey,
With ravening Wolves on every Side;
Watch over them to tear, and flay,
If found one Moment from their Guide.
4 Satan his thoufand Arts effays,
His Agents all their Powers employ,
To blaft the blooming Work of Grace,
The Heavenly Offspring to deftroy.
5 Baffle the crooked Serpent's Skill,
And turn his fharpeft Dart afide;
Hide from their Eyes the Devilifh 111,
O fave them from the Plague of Pride.
6 The Dreaming, Vijionary Fiend
Unmafk, and drag to open Light,
And let his wild llluflons end,
And chafe him to eternal Night.
y In Safety lead thy little Flock,
From Hell, the World, and Sin fecure;
And fet their Feet upon the Rock,
And make in Thee their Goings fure.
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O God, thy little Children keep,
And fill their Hearts with Holy Fires,
And lull them in thy Arms to fleep.
9 There let them lie fecure, and take
Their Reft, and never thence remove*
'Till in thy I.ikenefs they awake,
The glorious Likenefs of thy Love.
LXV.
For the Fallen.
i o Hep herd of Ifrael, hear
Our fupplicating Cry,
And gather in the Souls fincere,
That from their Brethren fly;
Scatter'd thro' devious Ways
Colled thy feeble Flock,
And join by Thine Atoning Grace,
And hide them in the Rock.
2 Thou every Simple Heart
With Pity dolt behold:
Ah! bring again whom Satan % Art
Hath fever'd from the Fold;
The Souls far off remov'd,
Whofe Burthen ftill we bear,
Ah! give them back fo dearly lov'd,
To Faith's Almighty Prayer.
3 We ftedfaftly believe
Such Power belongs to Thee,
Thou canft the lawful Prey retrieve,
And fet the Captives free,
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Canlt bring the Wanderers back,
So perfectly reftore,
That Satan never more lhall lhake,
Shall never touch them more.
4 O wou'dlt Thou end the Storm,
That keeps us ftill apart j
The Thing impoflible perform,
And make us of One Heart j
One Spirit, and One Mind,
The fame that was in Thee j
O might we all again be join'd
In perfedt Charity.
5 Jesu, at thy Command,
We know it lhall be done:
Take the two Sticks into thy Hand,
The Two lhall then be One;
One Body, and one Fold,
We then lhall fweetly prove,
And live in Thee, like Thole of old,
The Life offpotlefs Love.
God of all Power, and Grace,
Set up thy Bloody Sign,
And gather Thofe, that feek thy Face,
And by thy Spirit join:
Thy few remaining Sheep
In Britain's Paftures bred,
United to Each other keep,
United to their Head.
7 The Soul transforming Word
In Us, ev'n Us fulfil:
Join to Thyfelf, our Common Lord,
And all thy Servants feal;
Confer the Grace unknown.
The Myllic Charity:
As Thou art with thy Father One,
Unite us all in Thee.
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8 So fhall the World believe
Our Record, Lord, and Thine,
And Thee with thankful Hearts receive
The Meffenger Divine,
Sent from his Throne above,
To Adam's Offspring given,
To join, and perfeft us in Love,
And take us all to Heaven.
LXVI. For a fick Friend.
HYMN VI.
1 OE'E, Lord, with Pity fee
^ The Objeft of thy Love,
And help his Soul's Infirmity,
And all his Griefs remove,
Support the tottering Clay
That weighs his Spirit down,
And lead him thro' this Thorny Way
To that Eternal Crown.
2 Yet now in Life detain
His Soul for Sion's fake,
In Mercy lift him up again,
And to his Friends give back;
In Anfwer to our Cry,
Thy chofen Servant raife,
And fend him forth to teftify
The Gofpel of thy Grace.
3 Regard thy Faithful Ones,
Who all his Burthen bear,
And hear in Us the Earned Groans,
The Spirit's filent Prayer;
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The Prayer that oft hath ftay'd
The Saints in their Remove,
And in the Vale their Souls delay'd,
To' inhance their Joy above.
4 According to thy Will
If now thy Spirit prays,
The Prayer of Faith the Sick lhall heal,
And lengthen out his Days:
Thou knowft the Spirit's Mind
To Us, O Lo'rd, unknown;
But lo ! we wait on Thee, refign'd,
'Till all thy Will be done.
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HYMN VII.
SEE, Lord, the Obje& of thy Love,
And O come quickly from above,
The Bleffing to impart,
Him to Thyfelf by Faith unite,
And in large bloody Letters write
Forgivenefs on his Heart.
Feeble, and languiihing in Pain,
Fie only longs thy Love to gain,
That Medicine of the Soul:
Jesus, thy pardning Love reveal,
And give him Now the Balm to feel,
Which made our Spirits whole.
Lo! in the Arms of Faith and Prayer
To Thee his fin-fick Soul we bear,
And place beneath thine Eye;
Pronounce the Comfortable Word,
And fpeak him Now to Health reftor'd,
And freely Jultify.
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4 Thou Sou of Man, with equal Eafe
The Body's and the Soul's Difeafe
Canft in a Moment heal,
Canft from his Bed of Sicknefs raife,
And by thine Inftantaneous Grace
Hhprefent Pardon feal.
5 But that the faithlefs World may know
Thou canft forgive our Sins below.
Before we reach the Skies,
The double Miracle repeat,
Abfolve the Sinner at thy Feet,
And bid his Body rife.
6 Body, and Soul at once reftore,
And bid him teftify, the Power,
That Ihews his Sins forgiven,
Bid him by Faith take up the Bed,
On which thy facred Limbs were laid,
And bear his Crofs to Heaven.
LXVIII.
For a Backjlider in Defpair.
HYMN VIII.
1 QEEj Lord, with tendered Pity fee
^ A wandring Sheep, cut off from Thee,
And from thy People driven,
A Fallen Soul that did run well;
Arreft her 011 the Brink of Hell,
And fuatch her up to Heaven.
2 Her to the Throne of Grace we bear,
And ftrive, in Agony of Prayer,
To tear her from the Foe:
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Break, Jesu, break the Lion's Teeth,
And pluck her from the Toils of Death,
And let the Captive go.
3 Is She fo near the Burning Lake,
That Thou no more canft bring her back,
Canft ranfom her no more?
Nay, but Thou able art to fave
A Soul within the Gaping Grave,
And bid the Deep reftore.
4 Stir up, O Lord, thine utmoft Power,
And pluck her in This Gracious Hour
Out of the Fowler's Snare,
Command th' Accufer to depart,
And kill the Worm that gnaws her Heart,
The Viper of Defpair.
5 For Her the plaintive Turtle moans,
For Her the pleading Spirit groans,
And lo! thy Saints agree
Touching this Thing, in Faith to claim
A Pardon, Jesus, in thy Name,
A Pardon full and free.
6 Canft Thou reject thy Spirit's Cry ?
Canft Thou thy Bride, Thyfelf deny,?
Nay, but Thou fhalt not reft,
No, never will we let Thee go,
'Till She again thy Mercy know,
And link upon thy Breaft.
Extend thine Arms, and take her in,
A weary Fugitive from Sin,
To Ihew thy utmoft Power,
Now, Lord, from Satan's Bond releaie,
And freely give Her back her Peace,
And bid her fin no more.
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LXIX. For a Backjlider.
HYMN IX.
1 J\/|" ASTER, come, no more delay,
IVi From thine own no longer ftay,
Wliom Thou lov'ft is fick of Pride,
Sick, for whom Thyfelf haft died.
2 See the Soul whofe Fall we weep,
Come, and wake him out of Sleep,
Lull'd in Self-fecurity,
Halting 'twixt the World and Thee
0 Hear our Faith's effe&ual Prayer,
Snatch him from the Fatal Snare,
Now thy ready Help fupply,
Come, before our Brother die.
4 Afk, (Thyfelf haft faid) and have:
Save him then, in Mercy fave,
Grant the Grace for him we claim,
Life we afk in Jesus Name.
j Jesu, call to mind thy Word,
Give him to our Faith reftor'd,
Freely his Backflidings heal,
On his Heart his Pardon feal.
6 Make him as the troubled Sea,
'Till he find his Reft in Thee,
Bind, and then his Soul releafe,
Bid him then depart in Peace.
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LXX. For the Wavering.
HYMN X.
1 QEE, Lord, our Wavering Brethren fee.
^ Ready to leave thy* Church and Thee,
Seguil'd by hellifli Art,
O fave them, fave them from the Snare,
Watch o'er thine own with jealous Care,
And keep their feeble Heart.
2 O do not quit thy gracious Hold,
Nor let them ftraggle from the Fold
In Danger's trying Hour;
rfhine Arm in their Behalf difplay,
.Bear them on Eagles Wings away
Beyond the Tempter's Power.
3 Why ftiould a Child of Thine give Place
To Satan, with his Angel-Face?
Jesu, the Cloud difpel,
Give them to fee his fpecious Lies,
And ftrip him of his fair Difguife,-
And all his Depths reveal.
4 Apprize them of the Ruin near,
Fill all their Soul with Sacred Fear,
With Wifdom from above
Their unfufpicious Heart infpire,
Surround them as a Wall of Fire,
And wrap them in thy Love.
5 Thy Love, that found the wandring Sheep,
O! let it Bill in Safety keep
Thefe Children of our Prayer;
In Anfwer to our faithful Cry,
Preferve them, 'till they reach the Sky,
And own thy People, there!
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LXXI. For the Fempted,
HYMN XI.
MEEK, patient Son of God and Man,
With us in our Temptation flay;
Our fainting, feeble Minds fuftain,
And keep throughout the Evil Day;
The Evil D^y of Doubts, and Fears,
And Fightings, 'till thy Face appears.
We have not an High-prieft in Thee,
Who cannot our Aflli&ions feel;
The Tempted Soul's Infirmity
With kind Concern affe&s Thee ftill;
Touch'd with our every Grief Thou art,
And bleeds for Us thy pitying Heart.
For Us, by Men and Fiends diftreft,
For Us by various Paflions torn,
Who toil to enter into Rett,
Who for thy Second Coming mourn,-*
And fill thy Sacred Sorrows up,
And drink thine Agonizing Cup.
Companions to the Man of Woe,
O! let us ftill, with Thee abide ;
Tempted, alas! to let Thee go,
And ftart from the Command afide,
By every Wind of Doctrine driven,
To feek a Broader Way to Heaven /
Yes, Lord, with deepeft Shame we own
Our Wearinefs of all thy Ways,
Our Hafte to throw thy Burthen dpwn,
Nor bear the Hidings of thy Face,
Nor wait 'till Thou create us new,
And give the Crown to Comjueft due,
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6 We fear'd to wait thy Leizure, Lord,
Or make the Crown thro' Sufferings fure,
Nature the Killing Word abhor'd,
Nor would we to the End endure,
But fnatcli a cheap fallacious Peace,
And reft in fancied Holinefs.
7 Ah! do not let thy Sheep depart,
Wide-fcatter'd, in the Cloudy Day,
But crofs th' Angelic Tempter's Art,
But fpoil the Lion of his Prey,
Nor let us from our Hope remove,
Our Gofpel-Hope of perfeft Love.
8 Us, and our Brethren in Diftrefs,
Patient within thy Kingdom keep>
Sure all thy Fulnefs to poflefs,"
Our Harveft in the End to reap,
Thy finlefs Nature to retrieve,
And glorious in thine Image live.
LXXIL
HYMN XII.
1 £Aviour, to Thee we humbly cry:
The Brethren we have loft reftore,
Recall them by thy Pitying Eye,
Retrie\'e them from the Tempter's Power,
By thy viftorious Blood caft down,
Nor fuffer him to take their Crown.
2 Beguifd, alas, by Satan's Art
We fee them now far off remov'd,
The Burthen of our bleeding Heart,
The Souls whom once in Thee we lov'd,
Whom ftill we love with Grief, and Pain,
And weep for their Return-in vain.
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3 In vain, 'till Thou the Power beftow,
The double Power of quickning Grace*
And make the Happy Sinners know
Their Tempter with his Angel-Face,
Who leads them Captive at his Will,
Captive—but Happy Sinners ftill:
4 O woudft Thou break the fatal Snare
Of Carnal felf-fecurity,
And let them-yW the Wrath they bear,
And let them groan their Want of Thee,
Robb'd of their falfe Pernicious Peace,
Stript of their fancied Righteoufnefs.
5 The Men of Carelefs Lives, who deem
Thy Righteoufnefs accounted Theirs,
Awake out of the Soothing Dream,
Alarm their Souls with humble Fears,
Thou jealous God, ftir up thy Power,
And let them fleep in Sin no more.
6 Long as the Guilt of Sin (hall laft,
Them in its Mifery detain,
Hold their Licentious Spirits faft,
Bind them with their own Nature's Chain,
Nor ever let the Wanderers reft,
'Till lodg'd a'gain in Jesus Breaft.
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HYMN XIII.
1 OHepherd Divine, at whofe Command
I feek the wandring Souls of Men,
Supported by thy Chaftning Hand,
To Thee I groan mine inmoft Pain,
To Thee pour out my fad Complaint,
And fvveetly ©n thy Bofom faint. .
Thou
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2. Thou only knowft the Load I bear,
For every weak and wavering Sheep:
For them I in thy Bowels care,
For them in fecret Places weep,
And tremble at their Danger nigh,
And daily mourn, and daily die.
3. I mourn for Thofe that did run well,
But now have left the Narrow Way,
Have loll: their former Love, and Zeal,
And fainted in their Evil Day,
And weakly giv'n to Satan Place,
To Satan with his Angel-Face.
4 Beguil'd, alas, of their Reward,
And baffled by his Toothing Lie,
Poor blinded Souls, they call Thee Lord,
But all thy Kingly Power deny,
Thy Perfect Power to root out Sin,
And bring the Heavenly Nature in.
5/ Remov'd from the fure Gofpel-Hope,
They vilely caft their Shield away,
Their Calling's glorious Prize give up,
Down the fmooth Path of Pleafure flray,
Blafpheme the Grace they will not prove,
And fpurn the Pearl of Perfect Love.
6 Lull'd in Imaginary Peace,
Rich in a. Fancied Faith they reign,
And fold their Arms, and take their Eafe,
And fettled on their Lees again
All Inward Holinefs difclaim,
Since Christ was meek, and Chaft for Them.
7 Thy Righteoufnefs to cloak their Sin
They claim with Lips and Hearts impure,
Unchang'd, unhallow'd, and unclean,
They fancy their Solvation fure,
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Wrapt up in Flefhly Liberty,
Happy in Sin, but not in Thee.
S Ah! wou'dft Thou, Lord, once more awake
Their Souls out of the Dead Repofe,
Their Babel Schemes in Pieces (hake,
And give them back the Spirit's Throes,
The Labour fur fubftantial Peace,
The Strife for Real Righteoufnefs.
9 My Heart's Defire, and Prayer to Thee
Is, that they may be fav'd at laft,
Tho' toft on Error's Stormy Sea,
Late on the Rock of Ages caft,
In Pieces let them dafii their Pride,
And fink—into The Crucified!
10 Who will not be by Love conftrain'd,
O bring, them by thy Judgments back,
Regard the Prayer of Faith unfeign'd,
And fave them for thy Mercy's Sake;
Anfwer our lab'ring Heart's Defire,
And fave them by Affliction's Fire.
LXXIV.
HYMN XIV.
AH! Lord, regard my endlefs Woe,
Remove at laft the Load I bear,
1 will not, will not let Thee go,
Without an Anfwer to my Prayer,
Rut grieve, 'till Thou fupprefs my Sighs,
And dry the Fountains of my Eyes.
Ceafelefs I mourn my Children loft,
The Children whom thy Grace had giv'n^.
Or to and fro by Satan toft,
By every Wind of Dodtrine driven,
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Or hamper'd in the Toils of Hell-—
Poor helplefs Souls, that did run well f
Part by their own Inventions led,
Down the broad Path of Pleafure ftray,
In Egypt hide their guilty Head,
And happy by the Flefhpots ftay,
Indulge their fenfual Heart's Defires,
And mock at what thy Law requires.
Choak'd by the Thorns of Worldly Care
Others give up their Calling's Prize,
No Fruit unto Perfection bear,
But bound in Luft, or Avarice
Eternity for Time forego,
And feek their bafe Delight below.
Stumbling on Shame's Offenfive Rock,.
Others have left the Thorny Road,
Thy People, and thy Caufe forfook,
And prudently denied their God,
Secur'd an Honourable Name,
And loft their Souls, to keep their Fame.
6 How many to th' Angelic Foe
Have weakly fall'n an Eafy Prey,
And let their Holy Calling go,
And wandred down a Smoother Way,.
Charm'd by his Antinomian Lore,
To watch, and pray, and ftrive no more?
7 Ah! Lord, the grievous Havock fee,
Which Satan of thy Church hath made,
And fet once more the Prifoners free,
By Pride into his Toils betray'd,
Once more the keen Conviction dart,
And break the Self-deceiving Heart.
O! for
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O! for the Honour of thy Name,
Releafe the Slaves to Evil fold,
Again with heavenly Fire inflame
The Souls whofe Love is waxen cold,
And fix, and ftablifh us in Grace,
The Mon'ments of thy Perfedt Praife.
LXXV.
HYMN XV.
SHepherd of Souls, lay to thine Hand,
And vindicate thine Injur'd Caufe,
The Troublers of thy Flock withftand,
The Foes, and Haters of thy Crofs,
Who caufe thy Little Ones to flray,
And lead them down an Eafier Way.
Thy poor, opprefl: Difciples, Lord,
In Peril 'mongft falfe Brethren fee,
And O! thy timely Help afford
To Us, that look for Help* in Thee,
Who hearfi: the Tempted Soul's Complaint,
And givefl: Power to All that faint.
We beckon'd to our Friends for Aid,
Our Partners in the Other Ship:
They came; our eafy Truft betray'd,
They came—to fink us in the Deep,
Our Veflel 'gainft their own to break,
And then to gather up the Wreck.
Deceitful Workers, in thy Name,
With Guile they catch the fimple Heart,
The feeble Followers of the Lamb
They make them from thy Paths depart,
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JRemove from their high Calling's Prize,
And rob them of their Paradife.
5 Deceiving, and deceiv'd, they glide
Down the fmooth Stream of Carnal Peace,
The Gate thro' which they pafs is Wide,
And broad their Path of Righteoufnefs,
No Strife, no Conflid, and no Care,
No Crofs, or Holinefs is there.
-6 Perfed at once, and pure, and clean,
Yet foul, imperfed, and impure,
They fin, and blefs themfelves in Sin,
And boafl of their Salvation fure:
Saviour, the fond Delufion fhew,
For O! they know not what they do.
•7 Alas, for Them, that w///not know
The Lord abhors their Sacrifice,
Who weak, unliable Souls o'erthrow,
And on their Brethren's Ruin rife,
Offer Thee Fraud, and Robbery,
And fawn, and lie, and Ileal for Thee.
-8 Forgive them, Lord, but O! reflrain,
No longer let their Guile proceed:
O might they their Firft Love regain,
And fimply in thy Statutes tread,
Their Faith by their Obedience prove,
And rife with us to perfed Love.
LXXVI.
Hymns for The Perfecuted.
1 T E S U, the growing Work is Thine,
J And who fhall hinder its Succefs?
Jn vain the Alien Armies join,
Thy glorious Gofpel to fupprefs,
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And vow, with Aid, to'o'erthrow
The Work thy Grace revives below.
2 The wary World, as Julian wife,
Wife with the Wifdom from beneath,
A while its milder Malice tries,
And lets thefe mad Enthufiafts breathe>
Breathe to infett their pureft Air,
And fpread the Plague of Virtue there.
3 Wondring the calm Defpifers Hand,
And dream that They the Refpite give,
Reftrain'd by Thine o'er-ruling Hand,
They kindly fuffer us to live,
Live, to defy their Matter's Frown,
And turn his Kingdom up fide down.
4 Still the Old Dragon bites his Chain,
Not yet commifiion'd from on high,
Rage the fierce Pharijees in vain,
Away with them the Zealots cry,
And hoary Caiaphas exclaims,
And Bonner dooms us to the Flames.
5 But our great God, who reigns on high,
Shall laugh their haughty Rage to {corn,
Scatter their Evil with his Eye,
Or to his Praife their Fiercenefs turn;
While all their Efforts to remove
His Church, fhall ftablifh her in Love.
6 Yes, Lord, Thy Promife-Word is true,
Our facred Hairs are number'd All,
Tho' Earth, and Hell our Lives purfue,
Without thy Leave we cannot fall:
And if Thou flack the Murtherer's Chain,
We fuffer but with Thee to reign.
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8 Gur Sufferings fhall advance thy Caufe,
And blunt the Perfecutor's Sword,
Difpread the Vi&ory of thy Crofs,
And glorify our Conqu'ring Lord;
Evil fhall work for Sion s Good:
Its Seed is ftill the Martyrs Blood.
LXXVII.
For the Brethren at Wednelbury.
HYMN II.
i T^EAR dying Lamb, for whom alone
I y We fuller Pain, and Shame, and Lofs,
Hear thine afHifted People groan,
Crufh'd by the Burthen of thy Crofs,
And bear our fainting Spirits up,
And blefs the bitter, facred Cup.
2 Drunkards, and Slaves of lewd Excefs,
Bad, lawlefs Men, Thou knowft, we liv'd:
The World, and we were then at Peace,
No Devil his own Servants griev'd,
Evil we did, but fuffer'd none;
The World will always love its own.
3 But now we would thy Word obey,
And drive to' efcape the Wrath Divine,
Expos'd to All, an helplefs Prey,
Bruis'd by our Enemies, and Thine,
As Sheep 'midft ravening Wolves we lie,
And daily grieve, and daily die.
4. Smitten, we turn the other Cheek,
OurEafe, and Name, and Goods forego,
Help, or Redrefs no longer feek
In any Child of Man below;
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The Powers Thou didft for Us ordain,
For Us they bear the Sword invain.
5 But wilt Thou not at laft appear,
Into thine Hand the Matter take ?
We look for no Prote&ion here,
But Thee our only Refuge make,
To Thee, O righteous Judge, appeal,
And wait thine Acceptable Will.
6 Thou wilt not (hut thy Bowels up,
Or Juftice to the Oppreft deny;
Thy Mercy's Ears Thou canft not flop
Againft the mournful Prifoners Cry,
Who ever make our humble Moan,
And look for Help to Thee alone.
7 Then help us meekly to fuflain
The Crofs of Man's Oppreffive Power,
To flight the Shame, endure the Pain,
And calmly wait the welcome Hour,
That brings the fiery Chariot down,
And whirls us to our Heavenly Crown.
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For the Brethren at the Devizes.
HYMN III.
i T E S U S of Nazareth, look down
J On Thofe Thou call'ft thy Flefh and Bone,
Thy fuffering Members here:
Arife, in their Defence arife,
And now, in all the Heathens Eyes,
On Ifraef s Part appear.
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2 Thy weakeft Confeflors defend,
And let them on Thyfelf depend
For Help in their Diftrefs:
Support, confirm the Feeble Mind,
And keep them all on Thee reclin'd,
And keep in perfect Peace.
3 Let none forfake the Fold, and fly,
Let none thro' Fear their Lord deny*
But Hand the Fiery Hour,
The Greatnefs of thy Mercy prove,
The Truth of thy redeeming Love,
And all-fufficient Power.
4- Let none unwarily give Place
To Satan, with his Angel-Face,
And yield their Souls to fell,
To fell their Confcience, and their God,
Or weary leave the Narrow Road,
And go for Eafe—to Hell.
5 Still may they on the World look down,
Superior to its Smile and Frown,
Its Threats and Promifes;
The Tempter tread beneath their Feet,
And Thee, where Satan keeps his Seat,
In Life, and Death confefs.
6 Now, Saviour, now their Fears remove,
The Senfe of thy redeeming Love
Abundantly impart,
To All whofe facred Love we feel;
The Prayer of Faith this Moment feal
On every Panting Heart.
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LXXIX. For One in Prifon.
HYMN IV.
O Saviour of Sinners diftreft,
The Sighs of thy Captive attend,
And fuccour, and fet him at reft,
And ranfom his Soul to the End:
Our Brother, whofe Burthen we bear,
Whom into thy Hands we relign,
Preferve with thy tendered; Care,
And feal him eternally Thine.
Affli£led, and hated of Men,
Of Thee, and thy Servants belov'd,
We fee him with Pity and Pain,
From all his Companions remov'dj
Whom prefent in Spirit we find,
Him abfent in Body we mourn,
And long to be perfectly join'd,
And pray for his Happy Return.
O Father, who heareft the Prayer,
Prefented in Jesus's Name,
The Peaceable Anfwer declare,
Confirm'd in the Blood of the Lamb 5
We pray Thee, for Jesus's fake
The Prifoner of Jesus retrieve,
And give us his Confeftor back,
And All to thy Glory receive.
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HYMN V.
HEAR, O Lord, the ceafelefs Prayer
The fuffering Members groan,
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Lo! we all the Burthen bear,
And grieve the Grief of One:
Pray we, Jesus, in thyName,
Give Him to thy Church reftor'd,
Him whom now in Faith we claim,
The Prifoner of the Lord.
All together bound with Him
We for Deliverance cry :
Thou art mighty to redeem,
Thy Help is ever nigh:
Who againft thy Power can ftand ?
Jesu, Lord, the Matter take
Into thine Almighty Hand,
And fend our Brother back.
Now into his Dungeon Ihine,
And fweeten his Diftrefs,
Fill his Heart with Love Divine,
And keep in perfett Peace ;
Let his Mind on Thee be ftay'd,
Lull him in thy Arms to reft,
Bid him lean his weary Head
On his Redeemer's Breaft.
I. Keep him, 'till th' appointed Hour
Thy Glory to difplay,
Then put forth thy Kingly Power,
And make an open Way;
From his Sins, and Bonds releafe,
Stamp him with the Stamp Divine,
Thou thy lawful Captive feize,
And feal him ever Thine.
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HYMN VI.
1 T TEAR, O Thou Strength of Ifrael, hear
n Thy poor, afflitted People's Cry,
From Satan, and his Legions near,
To Thee our only Help we fly;
All Human Confidence refign,
Nor truft in any Arm but Thine.
2 Not One of all the Rich, or Great,
Or Noble, on our Side is feen,
They Ihrink to bear thy Crofs's Weight,
They feek the Praife that comes from Men,
Thine Honour fell, to fave their own,
And leave us to our God alone.
3 Expos'd we feem to Satan's Will,
As Sheep 'midft ravening Wolves we lie,
Our Foes have learnt the Art to kill,
By Legal Wrong they doom to die
The faithful Followers of our Lord,
And flay them as with Ammo??s Sword.
4 In hafte to fill their Meafure up,
And bring thy Plague on all the Race,
Their Ears againft thy Calls they flop,
Rejeft the Gofpel of thy Grace,
Slaughter againft thy People breathe,
And drag thy Mefiengers to Death.
5 But wilt Thou not thy Caufe maintain,
Thy helplefs, injur'd People right?
Yes, Lord; our Faith fhall not be vain,
Our Faith'in thy all-faving Might
Shall bring the promis'd Succours down,
And win the Fight, and take the Crown.
Thou
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6 Thou wilt, we ftedfaftly belierve,
Thy glorious Arm at laft difplay,
Out of the Toils of Hell retrieve,
And take us for thy lawful Prey,
Call home thy Flock to Exile driven,
And lead us to thy Fold in Heaven.
LXXXII.
HYMN VII.
1 "o Ejoice, ye happy Saints,
Who only Jesus know,
Whom Vice and Folly Paints
As Monfters here below,
Rejoice in the Divine Applaufe,
The Honour from above,
And glory in your Mailer's Crofs,
And triumph in his Love.
2 Ye Wife and Pious Few,
Whofe Nam#s the World blafpheme,
They therefore know not you
Becaufe they know not Him:
Strangers, approv'd of God alone,
To all their Wrongs fubmit,
And let them fpurn, and tread you down
As Clay beneath their Feet.
3 'Tis thus ye learn to be
True Followers of the Lamb,
Who died upon the Tree,
That ye might do the fame:
With humble Thankfulnefe receive
The Scandal of the Crofs,
The Grace not only To believe,
But fuffer for his Caufe.
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By Fools accounted mad,
Of his Reproach poffeft,
He bids your Hearts be glad,
Your Lord declares you bleflt
Exult in your d'efpis'd Eftate,
Enjoy the Token given,
For O! beyond Conception great
Is your Reward in Heaven.
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HYMN VIII.
John xvi. 1, 2, 3, 4.
MAster, we call thy Word to mind,
Thy Truth and Faithfulnefs we find
Our fure Support, and Stay:
The Time is come, by Thee foretold,
Like Sheep we are to Slaughter fold,
And made to Wolves a Prey.
The World, who take thy Name in vain,
Afflidt our fhrinking Flefh with Pain,
Our feeble Spirits grieve,
The Chriftian World with furious Zeal,
Out of their Synagogues expel,
And murmur that we live.
They load us with Reproach, and Shame,
As loathfome Hereticks difclaim,
And from thine Altars chafe;
Affur'd they do Thee Service good,
And merit much, who fhed the Blood
Of fuch a pois'nous Race.
Becaufe our God they have not known,
Nor Thee his meek, pacific Son,
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They all thefe Evils do;
Born of the Elelh with cruel Scorn
They vex us of the Spirit born,
And would to Death purfue.
5 In every Place, in every Age,
The reftlefs Persecutor's Rage
Continues ftill the fame;
Reformed-in Ihew, refin'd in 111,
The Heathen World, is Heathen ftill,
And Cbrijiian but in Name.
6 Beneath their Anger's utmoft Weight
We rife, we glory in their Hate,
That Token of thy Love;
Thou, Lord, haft faid, It muft be fo,
And lo! thro' great Diftrefs we go
To greater Joys above.
LXXXIV.
H y M n s for the Watch-Night.
1 ^pHOU Judge of Quick and Dead,
Jb Before whofe Bar fevere
With holy Joy, or guilty Dread
We all Ihall foon appear;
Our caution'd Souls prepare
For that tremendous Day,
And fill us Now with watchful Care,
And ftir us up to pray.
2 To pray, and wait the Hour,
The awful Hour unknown,
When robe'd in Majefty, and Power,
Thou ftialt from Heaven come down,
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Th' Immortal Son of Man,
To judge the Human Race,
With all thy Father's dazling Train,
With all his Glorious Grace.
3 To damp our Earthly Joys,
To' increafe our gracious Fears,
Forever let the Archangel's Voice
Be founding in our Ears,
The folemn Midnight Cry,
" Ye Dead, the Judge'is come,
*' Arife, and meet Him in the Sky,
" And meet your Inftant Doom.
4 O! may we thus be found
Obedient to his Word,
Attentive to the Trumpet's Sound,
And looking for our Lord :
O! may we thus infure
Our Lot among the Bleft,
And watch a Moment, to fecure
An Everlafting Reft.
LXXXV.
HYMN II.
i A H, what a Wretch am I!
£1^ I cannot watch one Hour:
The roaring Lion ftill is nigh,
And ready to devour:
A conftant Watch He keeps,
He eyes me Night and Day,
And never flumbers, never Jleeps,,
Left He fhould lofe his Prey.
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z The World are always nigh,
And for my Halting wait,
The Philiftines in Ambufli lie,
On me to wreck their Hate:
They watch my every Turn,
They mark where'er 1 go,
Their Malice not to fleep hath fworn,
'Till it hath kill'd their Foe.
3 The Delilah within
Ready each Moment ftands
To give me up, faft bound by Sin,
Into their cruel Hands:
I flight my Saviour's Aid,
Take my Deftroyer's Part,
And ftill am falling, ftill betray'd
By my own faithlefs Heart.
4 How weak my Heart and blind,
That I can think of Eafe,
Can Comfort for a Moment find
In fuch a State as this!
Can fold my Arms to fleep,
Nor Pain, nor Horror feel,
While finking fwift into the Deep,
And dropping into Hell.
5 Gracious Redeemer, fhake
This Slumber from my Soul,
Say to me now, Awake, Awake,
And Christ fliall make thee whole
Lay to thy mighty Hand,
Alarm me in this Hour,
And make me fully underfland
The Thunder of thy Power.
6 Give me on. Thee to call,
Always to watch and pray,
Left I into Temptation fall,
And caft mv Shield awav:
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For each Afiault prepar'd,
And ready may 1 be,
Forever Handing on my Guard,
And looking up to Thee.
7 O! do Thou always warn
My-Soul of Evil near,
When to the Right or Left I turn,
The Witnefs let me hear,
" Come back; this is the Way:
Comeback, and walk herein:"
O may I hearken, and obey,
And flhun the Paths of Sin.
8 I would from every Sin
As from a Serpent fly,
Abhor to touch the Thing Unclean,
And rather chufe to die.
I would, I would my laft
This.very Moment breathe,
Would die, that I may never taile
Of Sin, and Second Death.
9 Thou feeft my Feeblenefs,
Jesus, be Thou my Power:
My Help, and Refuge in Diftrefs,
My Fortrefs and my Tower:
Caufe me to truft in Thee,
Be Thou my fure Abode,
My Horn, and Rock, and Buckler be,
My Saviour, and my God.
10 Myfelf I cannot fave,
Myfelf I cannot keep;
But Strength in Thee I fureiy have,
Whoie Eyelids never fleep.
My Soul to Thee alone
Now therefore I commend;
Thou, Jesus, having lov'd Thine own,
Shalt lcve me to the End.
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HYMN III.
IT I am t^ie Man t^at ^ave known
^5 Diftrefs by the Stroke of his Rod:
And ftill thro' the Anguilh 1 groan,
And pine for the Abfence of God :
The Happy in Jesus, may fleep:
But O 'till in me He appears,
Be this my Employment to weep,
And water my Couch with my Tears,
2 Or rather, if any are nigh,
Forlorn, and affli&ed like me,
All Night let us lift up our Cry,
And mourn his Appearing to fee,
(As Watchmen expe&ing the Morn)
Look out for the Light of his Face,
And wait for his Mercy's Return,
And long to recover his Grace.
3 His Grace to our Souls did appear,
And brought us Salvation from Sin;
We felt our Emmanuel here,
Reftoring his Kingdom within:
But G! we have loft Him again,
His Spirit hath taken its flight,
Our Joy, it is turn'd into Pain,
Our Day it is turn'd into Night.
4 O what (hall we do to retrieve
The Love for a Seafon beftow'dl
'Tis better to die than to live
Exil'd from the Prefence of God :
With Sorrow diftra&ed, and Doubt,
With palpable Horror oppreft,
The City we wander about,
- And leek our Repofe in his Breaft,
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5 Ye Watchmen of Ifrael, declare
If ye our Beloved have feen,
And point to that Heavenly Fair,
Surpaffing the Children of Men:
Our Lover and Lord from above*
Who only can quiet our Pain,
Whom only we languilh to love,
O where fhall we find Him again 1
6 The Joy, and Defire of our Eyes,
The End of our Sorrow and Woe,
Our Hope, and our Heavenly Prize,
Our Height of Ambition belowi
Once more if He fhew us his Face,
He never again fhall depart,
Detain'd in our clofeft Embrace,
Eternally held in our Heart.
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HYMN IV.
1 Jesus, the Reft
,Of Spirits diftreft,
In whom all the Children of Men may be bleft,
The Bleffing defign'd
For the whole of Mankind,
Give us in the Love of thy Spirit to find.
2 For this do we keep
A fad Vigil, and weep,
The Fruit of our Tears that in Joy we may reap j
While fent from above
The Comfort we prove,
The unfpeakable Gift of thy ranfoming Love.
3 Our Brethren we fee
By Mercy fet free, [Thee.
They have found the abundant Redemption in
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Thy Tenders of Grace
They gladly embrace,
And tell of thy Goodnefs, and live to thy Praife.
4 But ftill we remain
In Bondage and Pain,
Unable to bear, or to fhake off our Chain}
In the Furnace we cry,
Come, Lord, from the Sky,
Make hafte to our Help, or in Egypt we die.
$ O Jesus, appear
Thy Mourners to chear,
Our Grief to afluage, and to banilh our Fear:
Thy Prifoners releafe,
Vouchfafe us thy Peace, [ceafe.
And our Troubles and Sins in a Moment lhall
6 That Moment be Now;
The Petition allow,
Our prefent Redeemer, and Comforter Thou,
The Freedom from Sin,.
The Atonement bring in, [clean.
And fprinkle our Confcience, and bid us be-
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Now let it take place,
The Dew of thy Mercy defcend on our Race;
Thy Spirit, Q God,
Pour out on the Croud,
And water us all with a Shower of thy Blood!
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HYMN V.
* AT H E R of Mercies, hear ?
Who didft of old fend down
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An Heavenly MelTenger,
With Tidings of thy Son:
Shepherds, who watch'd their Blocks by Night,
They firft believ'd the Word,
And fang, o'erwhelm'd with Heavenly Light,
The Birth of Christ, the Lord.
z To Men of fimple Heart
The Saviour ftill reveal,
The welcome News impart
Of Joy unfpeakable;
To Us, who here our Stations keep,
To Us a Child be given,
Who wait to find, while Others deep,
The Lord of Earth and Heaven.
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3 With pure, celeftial Day
Our ravifh'd Souls furround,
Or let the heavenly Ray
Within our Hearts be found:
Let all thy ranfom'd Sons of Grace
Th' Angelic Army join,
And chaunt in ceafelefs Songs of Praife,
The Majefiy Divine.
4 Glory to God above
For his Redeeming Plan,
And Peace on Earth, and Love
Benevolent to Man:
We juftly own the Glory His,
With Heaven's acclaiming Powers;
For O! the Benefit and Blifs,
Is all forever Ours!
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HYMN VI.
1 TESUS, ray Matter, and my Lord,
J I would thy Will obey,
Humbly receive thy warning Word,
And always watch, and pray.
My conftant Need of Watchful Prayer
I daily fee, and feel,
To keep me.fofe from every Snare
Of Sin, and Earth, and Hell.
2 Into a World of Ruffians fent,
I walk on hoftile Ground,
Wild human Beafts, on Slaughter bent,
And ravenipg Wolves furround.
The Lion feeks my Soul to flay,
In fome unguarded Hour,
And waits to tear his fleeping Prey,
And watches to devour.
3 But worfe than all my Foes, I And
The Enemy within,
The Evil Heart, the Carnal Mind,
My own infidious Sin:
My Nature every Moment waits
To render me fecure,
And all my Paths with Eafe befets,
To makrmy Ruin fure.
4 But Thou haft given a loud;Alarm,
And Thou (halt ft ill. prepare
My Soul for all Aflaults, and arm
With never-ceafing Prayer.
Thou wilt not iuffer me to fleep,
Who on thy Love depend,
But ftill thy faithful Servant keep,.
■ And fave me to the E&d.
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HYMN VII. ?
J[ Who gaveft the Command:
Unwearied on Thyfelf, my Tower,.
Enable me to ftand;
Chearful to undergo
Whole Nights qf fweet Diftrefs,
And watch againft my Three-fold Foe,,
'Till all my Conflicts ceafe.
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2 Bid me of Men beware,
And to my Ways take Heedy
Difcern their every. Secret Snare,.
And circumfpe&ly tread.
O might I calmly wait, .
Thy Succours from above,
And ftand againft their open Hatej.
And well-diflembled Love.
3 My Spirit,- Lord, alarm,
When Men and Devils jpin,
Againft the Wiles of Satan, arm
In Panoply Divine.
O may I fix my Face
His Qnfets to repel,
Quench all his Fiery Darts, and chafe
The Fiend-to his own Hell.
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Of my own Bofom-Poe,
Still let me fue-to Thee for Aid,
To Thee my Weaknefs fhew>-
Hang on thine Arm alone
With SelT-miftrufting Care,
And deeply in the Spirit groan
Tke never-ceafing Prayer.
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5 Give me a Sober Mind,
A quick-difcerning Eye
The firft Approach of Sin to find,
And all Occafions fly.
Still may I cleave to Thee,
And never more depart,
But watch with Godly Jealoufy
Over my Evil Heart.
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6 Thus let me pafs my Days
Of Sojourning beneath,
And languifh to conclude my Race,
And render up my Breath,
In humble Love and Fear,
Thine Image to regain,
And fee Thee in the Clouds appear,
And rife with Thee to reign.
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HYMN VIII.
a T I ARK, how the Watchmen cry?
1 1 Attend the Trumpet's Sound,
Stand to your Arms; the Foe is nigh,
The Powers- of Hell furround:
Who bow to Christ's Command
Your Arms and Hearts prepare j
The Day of Battle is at hand,
Go forth to Glorious War.
2 See on the Mountain's Top
The Enfign of your God,
In Jesu's Name I lift it up,
All-fiain'd with hallow'd Blood :
His Standard bearer I
To all the Nations call,
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Let all to Jesu's Crofs draw nigh;
He bore the Crofs for all.
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3 Ye who his Call obey,
Behold the Banner fpread
To cover in the Evil Day
His faithful Soldier's Head:
Be ftrong in JestPs Might;
The Panoply Divine
Put on, beneath this Standard fight,
And conquer in This Sign.
4 Go up with Christ, your Head,
Your Captain's Footfteps fee,
Follow your Captain, and be led
To certain Viftory:
All Power to Him is given,
He ever reigns the fame,
Salvation, Happinefs, and Heaven
Are all in. Jesu's Name.
5 Ye now have took the Field,
And fearlefly march on,
Fight the good Fight, hold faft your Shield,
'Till Satan is caft down,
Caft down he foon {hall be,
He (hall, he {hall fubmit,
CompeU'd with all his Hoft to flee
Or bruis'd beneath your Feet.
6 Only have Faith in God,
In Faith your Foes aflail,
Not wreftling againft Fleflr and Blood,
But all the Powers of Hell:
From Thrones of Glory driven,
By flaming Vengeance hurFd,
They throng, the Air, and darken Heaven,
And rule the lower World.
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7 Angels your March oppofe,
Who ftill in Strength excel,
Your fecret, fworn, eternal Foes,
Countlefs, invifible;
With Rage that never ends,
Their hellifh Arts they try,
Legions of dire malicious Fiends,
And Spirits enthron'd on high.
8 On Earth th' Ufurpers reign,
Exert their baleful Power,
O'er the poor fallen Sons of Men
They tyrannize their Hour.
But fhall Believers fear ?
But fhall Believers fly ?
Or fee the Bloody Crofs appear,
And all their Powers defy ?
9 Jesu's tremendous Name,
Puts all our Foes to flight!
Jesus the meek, the Angry Lamb
A Lion is in Fight:
By all Hell's Hoft withftood,
We all Hell's Hoft o'erthrow,
And conquering them thro' Jesu's Blood,
We ftill to conquer go.
10 Our Captain leads us on,
He beckons from the Skies,
He reaches out a ftarry Crown,
And bids us take the Prize \
" Be faithful unto Death,.
" Partake my Victory,
*' And Thou fhalt wear this glorious Wreath
*' And Thou fhalt reign with me.
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To every Soldier faith,
Eternal Life is the Reward
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Who conquer in his Might
The Vi&or's Meed receive,
And claim a Kingdom in his Right,
Which God is bound to give.
But let us all abide
Throughout the glorious War,
'Till every Soul is fanftified,
And more than Conqueror i
'Till every perfea one
To Heavenly Joys remove,
And fit with Jesus on his Throne
Of everlaftirtg Love.
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HYMN IX.
CAptain, God of our Salvation,
Night and Day
Will we pay
Thee our Adoration:
All Day long our Lips confefc Thee,
All the Night
Our Delight
Is in Songs to blefs Thee.
Whom thy Dying Love o'er-powers,
Loft in Thee
Happy We
Never count the Hours:
Love, our One delightful Leffon,
Love and Joy
Still employ f
Every gracious Seafon,
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3 Rivals of the Heavenly Quire,
Lo! we rife
To the Skies,
Higher ftill, and higher:
There we have our Converfation,
Talk with God,
Him whofe Blood
Purchas'd our Salvation.
4 We like all thy Hoft adore Thee:
Reftlefs They
Night and Day
Render Thee the Glory.
Author of our every Bleffing,
God of Grace,
Thee we praife
Never, never ceafing.
5 This be here our whole Employment,
'Till we claim,
Thro' thy Name,
All thy Love's Enjoyment;
'Till we drink the Chryftal River,
Drink and fing
To our King,
Sing and ihout forever.
ESUS, God of our Salvation,
Waiting for thy Confolation,
Longing to believe on Thee;
Now vouchfafe the facred Power,
Now the Faith Divine impart,
Meet us at this folemn Hour,
Shine in every drooping Heart.
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HYMN X
Give us Eyes Thyfelf to fee,
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Anna-Yike, within the Temple,.
Simeon-like we meekly Hay;
Daily with thy Saints affemble,
Nightly for thy Coming pray:
While our Souls are bow'd before Thee,
While we humbly fue for Grace,
Come, thy People's Light and Glory,
Shew to All thy Heavenly Face.
If to us thy Sacred Spirit
Hath the Future Grace reveal'd,
Let us by thy Righteous Merit,
Now receive our Pardon feal'd;
To Eternal Life appointed,
Let us thy Salvation fee,
Now behold the Lord's Anointed,
Now obtain our Heaven in Thee.
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HYMN XI.
JESUS, guard thy gather'd Sheep,
Who thy Voice begin to know,
Day and Night in Safety keep,
Help us after Thee to go:
Eyeing Thee with fixt Regard,
- Ry thy Word and Spirit led,
Walk we in the Works prepar'd,
Clofe in all thy Footfteps tread.
In thy Pilgrimage with Men,
(Objefls of thy co'nftant Care)
Thou didft all their Griefs fuftain,
Lab'ring, watching unto Prayer:
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Thou whole Nights in Prayer didft fpend
On the Mount for Us employ'd,
Prompt the Helplefs to defend,
Prevalent with Man and God.
3 By no private Wants compell'd,
Only Love infpir'd thy Breaft,
Love thy fteady Hands upheld,
Love inforc'u the kind Requeft:
And (hall we refufe to join,
We who all the Good receive,
Reap the Fruit of Toil Divine,
By the Prayer of Jesus live!
4 Nay, but in thy Strength we rife,
Nightly to the Mountain go,
Breathe our Wi(hes to the Skies,
For the fleeping Crowd below;
Pray, my watchful Brethren, pray,
Full of Wants, and Sins, and Fears,
Wreftle 'till the Break of Day,
'Till the Saving Grace appears.
5 Jesus, hear our Midnight Cry,
Execute thy Love's Defign,
Bring thy'great Salvation nigh,
Claim a ranfom'd World for Thine,
Take the Purchafe of thy Blood,
(Blood that fpeaks our Sins forgiven)
Let it bring us near to God,
Let it pray us up to Heaven!
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HYMN xn.
XOThee, the True Eternal Light,
At this awful Noon of Night,
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Our longing Souls afcend,
For Thee we watch, for Thee we pray,
And haften to the joyful Day,
When all our Toils fhall end.
2 The joyful Day we foon fhall fee,
With no fad Obfcurity
Attended, or purfu'd,
No dark Eclipfe fhall intervene,
Nor gloomy Grief pollute the Scene,
Or flain the Day of God.
3 The Day of God fhall then be Ours,
Numbred with the Angel-Powers,
And Souls on Earth forgiven,
We in the New Jerufalem
Shall all our happy Manfions claim,
The Citizens of Heaven.
4 We all fhall fee the golden Blaze
Of that high and lofty Place,
And breathe the purpled Air,
It needs nor Sun, nor Candle's Light,
Divinely fair, divinely bright,
For Christ the Lamb is there.
5 By Faith we now the Veil look thro',
Now a Glimpfe of Glory view,
And blefs the opening Ray,
Far, far above all Heighth we foar,
The Depths of Deity to' explore
In everlafting Day.
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HYMN XIII.
i ¥ TOW happy, gracious Lord, are We
J~j| Divinely drawn to follow Thee,
Whofe Hours divided are
Betwixt the Mount and Multitude;
Our Day is fpent in doing Good,
Our Night in Praife and Prayer.
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2 With us no Melancholy Void,
No Moment lingers unemploy'd,
Or unimprov'd below;
Our Wearinefs of Life is gone,
Who live to ferve our God alone,
And only Thee to know.
The Winter's Night, and Summer's Day
Glides imperceptibly away,
Too Ihort to fing thy Praife,
Too few we find the happy Hours,
And hafte to join thofe heavenly Powers
In everlafting Lays.
4 With all who chant thy Name on high,
And holy, holy, holy cry,
A bright harmonious Throng,
We long thy Praifes to repeat,
And refilefs fing around thy Seat
The New Eternal Song.
XCVII.
HYMN XIV.
I Tt fT E E T and right it is to fing
At every Time and Place
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Glory to our Heavenly King,
The God of Truth and Grace:
Join we then with fweet accord,
All in one Thankfgiving join,
Holy, holy, holy, Lord,
Eternal Praife be Thine!
2 Thee the firft-born Sons of Light
In choral Symphonies
Praife by Day, Day without Night,
And never, never ceafe:
Angels, and Archangels all
Sing the Myilic Three in One,
Sing, and Hop, and gaze, and fall
O'erwhelm'd before thy Throne,
3 Vyeing with that happy Quire
Who chaunt thy Praife above,
We on Eagles Wings afpire,
The Wings of Faith and Love:
Thee they ling with Glory crown'd,
We extol the daughter'd Lamb,
Lower if our Voices found,
Our Subjedt is the fame.
4 Father, God, thy Love we praife,
Which gave thy Son to.die,
Jesus full of Truth and Grace
Alike we glorify,
Spirit, Comforter Divine,
Praife by All to Thee be given,
'Till we in full Chorus join,
And Earth is turn'd to Heaven..
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HYMN XV.
1 y O IN all ye ranfom'd Sons of Grace,
J The holy Joy prolong,
And Ihout to the Redeemer's Praife
A folemn Midnight Song.
2 Blefiing, and Thanks, and Love/ and Might
Be to our Jesus given,
Who turns our Darknefs into Light,
Who turns our Ifell to Heaven.
3 Thither our faithful Souls he leads,
Thither He bids us rife;
With Crowns of Joy upon our Heads,
To meet Him in the Skies.
4. To feal the Univerfal Doom*
The Skies He foon fhall bow—
But if Thou muft at Midnight come,
O let us meet Thee Nonvf
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HYMN XVI.
j ^^ALL aloud on Jesu's Name,.
Watchmen of "Jerufalem,
Ye, that by our Lord's Command
On her ruin'd Rampart hand,
Day and Night your Care exprefs,
Never, never hold your Peace,
For a gracious Anfwer cry,
Urge, and force Him to reply,
Well
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2 Well maintain the Poftraffign'd,
Put your faithful God in mind,
Inftantly the Promife plead,
'Till the Word of Grace proceed,
Never fuffer Him to reft,
'Till He anfwer your Requeft,
'Till our Sion He repair,
Fix his conftant Prefence there,
3 Set for this if, Lord, I am,
Let me now the Promife claim,
Let my faithful Brethren join,
All Remembrancers Divine,
All who Sion's Burthen bear,
Join ye in the Fervent Prayer,
'Till his utmoft Truth we prove,
Edified in perfeft Love.
4 Jesus, Head, and Lord of all,
Anfwer to our midnight Call,
Our Jerufalem repair,
Build again thy Houfe of Prayer,
Now thy antient Wonders fhew,
Raife a glorious Church below,
Sion from her Ruins raife,
Spread throughout the Earth her Praife.
5 Spread throughout the Earth thine own,
Fully by thy People known ;
Let us with thy Luftre fhine,
Pillars in the Dome Divine,
Matter of the Building Art,
'Stablifh every faithful Heart,
Finifh thy great Work of Grace,
Perfect us in Holinefs.
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HYMN XVII.
j y~YO M E let us anew
Our Pleafures purfue:
For Chrijlian Delight
The Day is too fhort; let us borrow the Night.
In fan&ify'd Joy
Each Moment employ,
To Jesus's Praife,
And fpend, and be fpent in the Triumph of Grace.
2 The Slaves of Excefs,
Their Senfes to pleafe
Whole Nights can beftow,
And on in a Circle of Riot they go:
Poor Prodigals, They
The Night into Day
By Revellings turn,
And all the Reftraints of Sobriety fcorm
3 The Drunkards proclaim
At Midnight their Shame,.
Their Sacrifice bring,
And loud to-the Praife of their Matter they ling:
The Hellifh Defires
Which Satan infpires,
In Sonnets they breathe,.
And fliouting defcend to the Manfions of Death-
4 The Civiller Croud,
In Theatres proud,
Acknowledge his Power,
And Satan in Nightly Affemblies adorer
To the Mafque and the Ball
■They fly at,his Call-;
Or
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- - Or in Pleafures excel,
And chaunt in a Grove * to the Harpers of Hell.
5 And ihall we not fing
Our Mailer and King
While Men are at reft,
With Jesus admitted at Midnight to feafti
Here only we may
With Innocence ftay,
The Enjoyment improve,
And abide at the Banquet of Jesus's Love.
6 In Him is beftow'd
The Spiritual Food,
The Manna Divine,
And Jesus's Love is far better than Wine:
With Joy we receive
The Bleffing, and give
By Day and by Night,
All Thanks to the Source of our endlefs Delight,
7 Our Concert of Praife
To Jesus we raife,
And all the Night long
Continue the New Evangelical Song:
We dance to the Fame
Of Jesus's Name,
The Joy Jt imparts
Is Heaven begun in our Mufical Hearts.
8 Thus, thus we beftow
Our Moments below,
And finging remove,
With all the Redeem'd to the Sion above:
There, there fhall we ftand
With our Harps in our Hand,
Interrupted no more,
And eternally fii)g, and rejoiee, and adore.
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iwake,
Unto Salvation wife,
Oil in your Veffels take,
Upftarting at the Midnight Cry,
Behold the Heavenly Bridegroom nigh.
2 He comes, He comes to call
The Nations to his Bar,
And raife to Glory All
Who fit for Glory are;
Made ready for your full Reward,
Go forth with Joy to meet your Lord.
3 Go meet Him in the Sky
Your Everlafting Friend,
Your Head to glorify
With all his Saints afcend,
Ye Pure in Heart, obtain the Grace
To fee without a Veil his Face.
4 Ye that have here receiv'd
The UnCtion from above,
And in his Spirit liv'd
Obedient to his Love,
Jesus fhall claim you for his Bride;
Rejoice with all the Sanctified.
5 Rejoice in glorious Hope
Of that great Day Unknown,
When all lhall be caught up
And ftand before his Throne,
Call'd to partake the Marriage Feaft,
And lean on our lmmanueVs Breaft.
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HYMN XVIII.
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6 The Everlafting Doors
Shall foon the Saints receive,
Above thofe Angel Powers
In glorious Joy to live :
Far from a World of Grief, and Sin,
With God eternally (hut In.
7 Then let us wait to hear
The Trumpet's welcome Sound,
To fee our Lord appear
Watching let us be found ;
When Jesus doth the Heavens bow,
Be found—as Lord thou hnd'ft us Now.
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HYMN XIX.
1 O Inners look up, by Grace forgiven
Behold an open Door in Heaven,
Attend, ye Souls in Jesus found,
The Saviour's Voice,' the Trumpet's Sound.
Hither come up, He cries, and fee
The Secrets of Eternity.
2 Rife, in the Spirit's Rapture, rife
To yon bright Throne above the Skies,
To Him who fits fublime thereon,
In Colour like a Sardine Stone,
And fcatters, as the Jafper's Rays,
The Glories of his dreadful Face.
3 Tremble; yet O! with Love draw near9
The Showery Bow forbids your Fear,
The Throne it quite incircles round,
(And Grace on every Side is found,)
In Colour like an Emerald feen, -
Delightful, and eternal Green.
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4 Turn as He will, the Eyes Divine
Muft ever meet that facred Sign,
Sign of his Covenanted Grace,
Confirm'd to all our ranfom'd Race,
Who fing th.e.great Redeemer's Love,
Triumphant with that Hoft above.
5 Near the Moft-High, on either Hand
Behold a V enerable Band!
Twenty and Four on Seats behold!
Inrobed in White, and crown'd with Gold,
With Jesu's Joy fupremely bleft,
Inthron'd in Everlafting Reft!
6 God over All his State maintains,
And high amidft his Antients reigns,
' Voices are heard, and Thunders roar,
And loud proclaim his awful Power,
And waving Flames of Lightning fhine,-
Thick-flafliing from the Throne Divine.
7 Burning before the Sovereign Sire
Are Seven Lamps of Living Fire,
His Minifterial Spirits they,
Who ever in his Prefence ftay,
The pyreft Eftences above,
The brighteft Flames of Heavenly Love.
8 Fronting the Throne a Chryftal Sea
Rolls on its perfedt Purity,
Laver of San&ifying Grace,
It juftly holds the middle Space,
For none approach the Holy God,
'Till throughly walh'd in Jesu's Blood.
9 Between the Saints, and Holy One,
Around his Seat, and plac'd thereon,
Four Emblematic Creatures lhine,
Replete with Eyes and Powers Divine,
And
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And all the various Virtues Ihew
Of Jesu's Minifters below.
The Lion bold their Heart difplays,
The lab'ring Ox their Strength of Grace,
The Man their Mind dlfcreet humane,
The Eagle doth their Speed explain,
Wherewith they foar aloft, to gaze
On the bright Sun of Righteoufnefs!
1 Spangled with Eyes before, behind,
(Fit Emblem of a Watchful Mind)
The fix-wing'd Meflengers appear,
And full of inward Eyes fevere,
Themfelves with drifted: Search to fcan,
'Till modelTd by the Perfect Plan.
2 God they extol above the Sky,
And holy, holy, holy cry,
Who was, and is, and dill (hall be
In Eflence One, in Perfons Three,
By all inceflantly ador'd,
Omnipotent, eternal Lord.
3 Soon as in Hymns the mydic Four
The Everlading God adore,
The Elders prodrate at his Seat
His glorious Attributes repeat,
The Source of all their Bleffings own,
And call their Crowns before his Throne.
4 Honour, and Might, and Majedy,
Who gaveft All that is to be,
Thou, Lord, art worthy to receive:
And lo ! for this in Heaven we live,
With all thy Creatures to commend
Our Source, Support, and Glorious End!
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CIII.
Hymns for fhofe that wait for Full
Redemption.
1 Saviour from Sin,
If mine Thou haft been, [clean;
And fprinkled my Confcience, and bid me be
With thy Servant, while tried
In the Furnace, abide,
And O! let me never be torn from thy Side.
2 I never ftiall reft,
Or be perfectly bleft, [Breaft:
While the Tempter hath left any Hold in my
Thou haft loofen'd the Chain,
Thou haft foftned the Pain,
Yet my Sorrow, as long as my Sin, mv.Jl remain.
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3 From adual Blame
I am fav'd by thy Name, [am f
But mourn, 'till Thou lave me from all that I
'Till more than fubdued,
'Till entirely renew'd [thy Blood.
Both my Heart, and my Nature are walh'd in
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4 My Pardon is fure,
If I always endure;
But ftill I exped Thee to perfed my Cure:
With Trembling and Fear,
"While Sin is fo near,
I pafs the fhort Time of my Pilgrimage here.
5 Fain would I be clean,
And all-holy within,
I third for thine utmoft Salvation from Sin:
Thou ftill doft reftrain;
But how great is my Pain,
When I do not commit it, to feel that I Can.
6 For This do I wail
Thro' the forrowful Vale, [p^ J
'Till my Sin and my Trouble at once Thou ex-
This, this is my Load,
Tho' abfolv'd by thy Blood,
I am capable ftill of offending my God.
7 Come, Jesus, and cleanfe
My Inbred Offence,
O take the Ocpafion of Stumbling from hence,
The Infedion within,
The Pojfible Sin
Extirpate, by bringing thy Righteoufnefs in.
8 By all Thou haft done
For me to atone,
By all Thou haft fuffer'd to make me Thine own,
By
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By All which Thou art,
I befeech Thee, convert,
And renew, and eternally reign in my Heart.
CIV.
HYMN II.
, :
OThou gentle Lamb of God,
Hear thy ranfom'd Follower pray,-
Wafh me in thy cleanfing Blood,
Bear my Inbred Sin away;
All the Curfe, the Plague remove,
All the Hell of Creature-Love.
Take the Guilt and Power of Sin,-
Take its curfed Relicks hence;
Make me throughly pure within
By thy Love's Omnipotence;
Let me all thy Nature have,
Feel thine utmoft Power to fave,
Bounds I will not fet to Thee,
Shorten thine Almighty Hand;
Save from all Iniquity,
Let not Sin's Foundations liand,
Every Stone o'erturn, o'erthrowj^
I believe it may be fo.
Wilt Thou lop the Boughs of Sin,
Leaving ftill the Stock behind I
No, thy Love Ihall work within,
Quite expel the Carnal Mind,
Root and Branch deftroy my Foe;
I believe it Jball be fo.
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HYMN III.
* TJEING of Beings, God of Love,
1j High-feated on thy dazling Throne,
Pity, and draw me from above,
Raife, and bring home thy Banifh'd Son.
2 I am not as from Thee I came:
Out of my fecond Chaos call:
Fallen alas! from Thee I am;
O God, redeem me from my Fall.
3 Laid in the lowed: Deep of Sin,
Inilav'd to vain and bafe Defires,
Senfibly dead, and dark within,
Fit Fewel for Infernal Fires;
4 An Outcaft from thy blifsful Face,
Broke off from God, and fcatter'd wide,
Mod fallen of that fallen Race,
For which thy only Son hath died.
5 Father of Mercies, hear my Cry,
This, only This is all-my Plea,
Jesus the Juft hathbow'd the Sky,
Thy Son hath died, hath died for me.
6 Jesus hath undertook my Caufe,
Finifh'd the great Redeeming Plan,
Humbled to Death my Saviour was,
And ftoop'd to raife his Creature Man.
7 By Love, meer pitying Love, inclin'd
He caught my Nature in its Fall,
A Common Head of all Mankind,
Affum'd the Fleih, and Guilt of All.
Father,
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8 Father, Thou knowft He bought my Peace,
My Life, and Health, and Liberty,
My prefent, and eternal Blifs h
He purchas'd All Th,ou art for me.
9 AlTur'd thy Fulnefs to receive,
With earned:, calm Defue I wait,
For all Thou haft in Christ to give,
The Glories of my firft Eftate.
io I truft Thy Image to regain,
Whate'er-Thou haft to Sinners given,.
All, all I lhall in Christ obtain,
Pardon, and Paradife, and Heaven.
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HYMN IV.
1 TT A PPY Soul, that fafe' from Harms t c/
J£j. Refts within his Shepherd's Arms I
Who his Quiet lhall moleft,
Who lhall violate his Reft?
2 Jesus doth his Spirit "bear,
Jesus takes his every Care,
He who found the wandring Sheep,
Jesus ftill delights to keep.
3 Dogs, and Wolves in vain appear,.
Roaring Lions ftill are near,
Ravening Wolves unmov'd he fees
Howling in the Wildernefs.
4 Calm he eyes them from above,
Safe in his Protestor's Love,
There he refts, and undifmay'd
Drops his Arms, and hangs his Head. ^
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5 O that I might fo believe,
Stedfaftly to Jesus cleave,
On his only Love rely,
Smile at the Deftroyer nigh f
6 Free from Sin, and fervile Fear,
Have my Jesus ever near,
All his Care rejoice to prove,
All his Paradife of Love.
7 Jesu, feek thy wandring Sheep,
Bring me back, and lead, and keep,
Take on Thee my every Care,
Bear me, on thy Bofom bear.
8 Let me know my Shepherd's Voice,
More, and more in Thee rejoice;
More, and more of Thee receive,
Ever in thy Spirit live:
9 Live, 'till all thy Life I know,
Perfect in my Lord below,
Gladly then from Earth remove,
Gather'd to the Fold above.
jo O that I at laft may ftand
With the Sheep at thy Right-Hand,
Take the Crown fo freely given,
Enter in by Thee to Heaven!
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HYMN V,
I TESU, my Hope, my Joy, my Reft,
J| Indulge me in this one Requeft,
Thou know'ft what I would fay,
My
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My every Want to Thee is known,
Thou hear'ft th' unutterable Groan,
Thou hear'ft thy Spirit pray.
2 Give me The Thing Thou long'ft to give,.
The Thing for which Thou here didft live
A Life of Grief and Pain;
Give me the dearly-purchas'd Good,
Bought with thy Heart's laft Drop of Blood,
Nor live, nor die in vain.
3 Give me what God to Thee did give,
The Grace Thou didft for me receive,
When all thy Pangs were o'er;
Send down thy Spirit from above,
Spirit of Power, and Health, and Love,
And let me fin no more.
4 I afk nor Joy, nor Life, nor Eafe,
I alk not Earthly Happinefs,
But Purity within;.
On Others, Lord, thofe Gifts beftow,
But let me ceafe from Sin below,
But let me ceafe from Sin.
5 Haften to grant my fole Requeft,
Take me into that Second Reft,
That glorious Liberty,
And let me then' my Soul refign,
Receiv'd into the Arms Divine,
Forever loft in Thee.
CVIII.
Sun Jiand thoujlill upon Gibeon0
HYMN VI.
1 A RM of the Lord, awake, arife,
And fave a Soul that hangs on Thee/
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Put on thy Strength, and bow the Skies,
And work thy antient Work in me,
Thy Grace Miraculous difplay,
The rapid Courfe of Nature Hay.
2 My Jofbuci, bid the Sun (land dill,
Sufpend the Storm in mid Career,
Arreft the Torrent of my Will,
Redrain me from the Sin I fear,
The Power of Loving Faith impart,
And fix my poor unfettled Heart.
3 Jesus, my Condant Jesus dand
Betwixt my Bofom-Sin and Me:
Nature fubmits to thy Command,
All Things are poffible to Thee;
Thou infinite in Love and Power,
Preferve me, that I fin no more.
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HYMN VII.
Gal. v. 17. The Flejh lujleth agaitiji the Spirit,
but the Spirit againji the Flejh (and thtfe are
contrary the one to the other J that ye may not
do the things which ye 'would.
1 II7HILE Pride and Self remain within,
V V While ought of the Old Adam lives,
The flefhly Principle of Sin
Againd the Spirit lulls, and drives;
We groan our evil Heart to feel,
Children in Christ, and carnal dill.
2 But God is to his Promife jud,
And arms us with Sufficient Grace,
The Spirit exerts a dronger Lud,
We need not once to Sin give place;
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We do not yield to Flefh and Blood,
Or do the Things which Nature wou'd,
3 Who in the Spirit walk, and live,
Their flefhly Lufts fhall not fulfill;
O God, thy Saying we receive,
And wait to prove thy perfeft Will,
To Sin we will no longer bow,
It fhall not have Dominion Now.
4 It fhall not always vex us here,
But lofe its Being with its Reign;
Thou, Lord, fhalt in our Flefh appear,
And Sin fhall then no more remain j
The Devil's Works deftroy'd fhall be,
And all our Souls be fill'd with Thee.
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HYMN VIII.
1 T E S U, come, my Hope of Glory,
J Purify Me, that I
May with Saints adore Thee.
2 Big with earned: Expe&ation,
Still I fit at thy Feet,
Longing for Salvation.
^ My poor Heart vouchfafe to dwell in,
Make me Thine, Love Divine,
By thy Spirit's Sealing.
4. Give me, Lord, thy Holy Spirit,
Let me fee All in Thee,
All in Thee inherit.
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5 Thou haft laid the fure Foundation:
O my Hope, Build me up,
Finifti thy Creation.
6 Fron&his Inbred Sin deliver,
Let the Yoke Now be broke,
Make me Thine for ever.
7 Partner of thy perfeft Nature,
Let me be Now in Thee
A New Sinlefs Creature.
S Perfe£l,when I walk before Thee,
Soon, or late, Then tranflate
To the Realms of Glory.
9 Then the Blifsful Sight be given,
Then to gaze On thy Face
This be All my Heaven.
CXI.
HYMN IX.
Luke i. 68, &c.
1 "O Lest be the Lord ! by Earth and Heaven
f| For ever bleft be IfraeV s God !
Himfelf He hath to Sinners given,
His Son He hath on All beftow'd.
2 God was in Christ, and dvtlt with Men,
The Father fent his only Son,
To bring us-to his Arms again,
And make ajinful World his own.
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3 'He to Himfelf hath reconcil'd
The Whole of Adam's Rebel Race,
The World by Sin deftroy'd, defil'd,
May all be cleans'd, and fav'd by Grace.
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4 Jesus for Us our God rais'd up,
Jesus Almighty to redeem,
The Nation's Joy, Defire, and Hope,
Who all may now be fav'd thro' Him.
5 Salvation is in Jesu's Name,
The Lord of David, and his Son;
To- fave a World from Heaven He came,
To perfett all our Souls in One.
6 The Father hath his Word fulfil'd,
The Prophecies of Antient Days,
Honour'd his Meflengers, and feal'd
The Records of his promis'd Grace.
7 He by the Holy Men of old,
His Prophets hnce the World begun,
The g'reat Salvation hath foretold,
Salvation in his Dying Son.
8 Salvation from our Foes within,
From Death, and Hell, and Satan's Chains,
Salvation from the Power of Sin,
Salvation from its Laft Remains.
9 His Word for ever (hall endure,
His Word doth now on Us take place,
He made it to our Fathers fure,
The Promife of his perfect Grace.
10 The Cove'nant of Redemption He,
The faithful God, hath call'd to mind,
The Cove'nant froih All Sin to free
The captive Souls of All Mankind.
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11 The Oath, he hath to Abraham fworn,
That all Mankind Ihould in his Seed
Be blell, and find a Power to turn,
And liVe from Sin for ever freed.
12 Yes, with a folemn Oath the Lord
Hath Us, ev'n Us, engag'd to blefs,
To free, and hallow by his Word,
And cleanle from all Unrighteoufnefs,
From all our Foes, our Sins redeem,
The * Poffible Offence remove,
And make us pure, and all like Him,
Renew'd, and perfe&ed in Love.
H Perfect in Love, that calls out Fear,
We here lhall his Commands fulfil,
Walk in the Light, and fee Him here,
And anfwer all his Righteous Will.
15 In all his glorious Image bright
We here lhall ferve Him all our Days,
And then with Saints in Heavenly Light
Record his everlalling Praife.
CXII. All things are pojjible to him
that believeth.
HYMN X.
L L Things are poffible to Him,
That can in Jesu's Name believe:
Lord, I no more thy Truth blafpheme,
Thy Truth I lovingly receive;
I can, I do believe in Thee,
All Tilings are poffible to me.
* i. e. The Pojjibility of offending.
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2 The mod Impoffible of all,
Is, that I e'er from Sin lhould ceafe;
Yet fhall it be: I know, it fhall:
Jesus, look to thy Faithfulnefs!
If Nothing is too hard for Thee,
All Things are poflible to me.
3 I without Sill on Earth (hall live,
Ev'n I, the Chief of Sinners I:
Thy Glory, Lord, to Thee I give,
0 God of Truth, Thou canft not liej
What Thou haft faid fhall furely be:
All Things are poflible to me.
4. Though Earth and Hell the Word gain fay,
The Word of God can never fail:
The Lamb fhall take my Sins away,
'Tis certain, though Impoffible;
The Thing Impoffible (hall be:
All Things are poflible to me.
$ When Thou the Work of Faith haft wrought,
1 here fhall in thine Image (hine,
Nor fin in Deed, or Word, or Thought;
Let Men exclaim, and Fiends repine,
They cannot break the firm Decree:
All Things are poflible to me.
6 Th' unchangeable Decree is paft,
The fure predeftinating Word,
That I, who on my Lord am caft,
I fhall be like my Sinlefs Lord :
'Twas fixt from all Eternity:
All Things are poflible to me.
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7 Thy Mouth, O Lord, hath fpoke, hath fworn >
That I fhall ferve Thee without Fear,
Shall find the Pearl which Others fpurn,
Holy, and pure, and perfect here,
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The Servant As his Lord (hall bet
All Things are poflible to me.
All Things are poflible to God,
To Christ the Power of God in Man,
To me, when I am all renew'd,
When I in Christ am born again,
And witnefs, from All Sin fet free,
All Things are poflible to me.
CXIII. This is the
HYMN XI.
SUrrounded by an Hoft of Foes,
Storm'd by an Hoft of Foes within,
Nor fwift to fly, nor ftrong to' oppofe,
Single againft Hell, Earth, and Sin,
Single, yet undifmay'd I am:
I dare believe in Jesu's Name.
What though a thoufand Hofts engage,
A thoufand Worlds, my Soul to lhake,
I have a Shjeld fliall quell their Rage,
Shall drive the Alien Armies back,
Pourtray'd it bears a bleeding Lamb:
I dare believe in Jesu's Name.
Me to retrieve from Satan's Hands,
Me from this evil World to free,
To purge my Sins, and loofe my Bands,
And fave from All Iniquity,
My Lord and God, from Heaven he came:
I dare believe in Jesu's Name.
Salvation in his Name there is,
Salvation from Sin, Death, and Hell,
Salvation into Glorious Blifs,
H.ow great Salvation who jean tell 1
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But All He hath for Mine I claim:
I dare believe in Jeso's Name.
CXIV.
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Matt. xi. Come unto me-—Learn of me, &c.
LOVELY Lamb, 1 come to Thee,-
Thou haft oft invited me;
Surely now I would be bleft,
Give me now the Promis'd Reft.
All my Bulinefs and Concern
Is of Thee, my Lamb, to learn;
Shew me thy firft Leflbn ihevv,
Now alas! I nothing know.
Gentle Thou, and meek in Hearty
All Humility Thou art;
Full of Wrath, and Pride I am,
How unlike my lowly Lamb!
But Thou canft my Soul transform,
Humble an afpiring Worm,
My unbroken Spirit break,
Make the Angry Leopard meek.
Thou art greater than my Heart,-
Thou canft make me as Thou art,
Sink the Proud, and tame the Wild,
Change me to a little Child.
Turn me, Lord, and turn me Now,
To thy Yoke my Spirit bow;
Grant me Now the Pearl to find,
Of a meek and quiet Mind^
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Calm, O calm my troubled Breaft,
Let me gain that Second Reft,
From my Works for ever ceafe,
Perfedled in Holinefs..
8 Soon, or later then remove,
Take me to my Reft above:
All's alike tome, fo I
In my Lord may live, and die.
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IIYMN XIII.
1 "J%/TY Jesus, my Lamb,
IVl I truft in thy Name,
And all thy unfearchable Riches I claim.
2 For me Thou haft died,
Thy Blood is applied;
I am come to the Fountain of Jesus's Side.
3 The Earneft I prove,
Thy Spirit doth move, [Love.
And melt my hard Heart with a Spark of thy
4 Yet can I not reft,
'Till perfe&ly bleft
I lean every Moment on Jesus's Breaft,
5 What Tongue cannot tell
In Believing I feel, [Seal?
"£he Pledge and the Witnefsj but where is the
6 The Seal is feeure,
And keeps my Heart pure:
Thi?» this is the Proof I /hall always endure.
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7 For this do, I call »
On my Jesus, my All;
O tell me by Love that I never fhall fall;
8 That I never fhall fin ;
O walh my Heart clean: [in.
Now, Lord, thy Immoveable Kingdom bring
9 Thy Nature impart,
My Soul to convert, [my Heart.
And 'ftab'Iifti the Thing Thou haft wrought in
10 My Alpha is here,
Thou always, art near,
But in me, my Lord, The Omega appear.
11 Thy Gifts that are paft
Behind me I caft: [Laft.
The Beginning, and Firft, be the End, and the-
12 Now, now let me feel,
Thou in me doft dwell;
To the Day of Redemption, O Comforter, feal"
13 Return from above
In the Spirit of Love, [move.
And the Mountain of Sin by thy Prefence re-
14 For This do I pray,
Nothing elfe can I fay,
But, Take the Occafion of Stumbling away.
15 Then fhall I be clean,
And live without Sin, [within.
'Till the Life of my Jesus breaks out from
16 My Body that dies
*VV ith Advantage fhall rife, [Skies.
And be fafhion'd like his, when we meet in the
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17 In the Skies we fhall meet;
Who am now at thy Feet,
I at thy Right Hand in thy Kingdom fhall fit:
18 I the Glory fhall fee
Thou haft purchas'd for me,
And inherit my Heaven of Heavens in Thee.
CXVI.
HYMN XIY.
1 T E S U, caft a pitying. Eye,
J Humbled at thy Feet I lie,
Fain within thy Arms would reft,
Fain would lean upon thy Breaft;
Thruft my Hand into thy Side,
Always in the Cleft abide,
Never from thy Wounds depart,
Never leave thy bleeding Heart.
2 Surely I have Pardon found,
Grace doth more than Sin abound,
God, I know, is .pacified,
Thou for me, for me haft died :
But I cannot reft herein,
All my Nature ftill is Sin,
Comforted I will not be,
'Till my Soul is all like Thee.
3 See my burthen'd, fin-fick Soul,
Give me Faith, and make me whole,
Finifh thy great Work of Grace,
Cut it fhort in.Righteoufnefs:
Speak the Second Time, Be clean,
Take away my Power to fin,
Now the Stumbling-block remove,
Caft it out by perfed Love.
lUVXO Nothing
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Nothing lefs will I require,
Nothing more can I defire;
None but Christ to me be given,
None but Christ in Earth, or Heaven,
O that I might now decreafe I
O that all I am might ceafe I
Let me into Nothing fall,
Let my Lord be All in Allf
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CVII.
HYMN XY.
j TESU, my good and faithful Lord,
Jl To Thee with Confidence I fly;
1 hang upon thy changelefs Word,
The Truth itfelf can never lie»
I have the Promifes I claim,
Whate'er I afk in Jesu's Name.
2 The Word thy blefled Lips hath paft,
Aik, and ye (hall the Grace receive,
Seek, and be fure to find at laft,
Knock, and I will Admittance give;
Ye fhall whate'er ye afk obtain,
Ye cannot feek my Face in vain.
3 O Jesus, full of Truth, and Grace,
Thy Love and Faithfulnefs I plead,
Thine all containing Word embrace,
Thou knowft alas, I all Things need,
But only One 1 now implore;
I afk, that I may fin no more.
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CXVIII.
HYMN XVI.
t thee behind me, Fiend! no more
\J" To Flefh or Thee I credit give;
The Snare is broke, the Charm i3 o'er,
In Jesus I at laft believe;
Whate'er I want, whate'er I claim,
Is mine thro' Faith in Jesu's Name.
2 Faith alks Impoflibilities,
Impofiibilicies are given;
And f, tv'n I, from Sin fhall ceafe,
And live on Earth the Life of Heaven;
I dare believe thro' Jesu's Power,
Tnat I, ev'n I, fhall fin no more.
3 Thy every faithful Promise, Lord,
1 bring to bear againft my Sin,
Thy Pardning, and thy Hallowing Word,
Thy Power, and Will to make me clean,
Thy Truth, and love, are on my Part,
And all Thou haft, and all Tuou art.
CXIX.
HYMN XVII.
i T T 7H AT is the Reafon of my Hope,
VV My Hope to live and fin no more?
After his Likenefs to wake up,
And God in Spi'rit, and Truth adore,
To ferve Him as the Hofts above
In perfeft Peace, and perfeft Love ?
Faith
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2 Faith in the Blood of Christ I haver
He freely lov'd, and died for me:
Sinners He came from Sin to fave,
From All, from All Iniquity;
Without the Camp He deign'd to die,
Us b.y his Blood to fan&ify.
3 His Blood ihall fanftify throughout
My Spirit, Soul, and Body here:
Becaufe He died, I cannot doubt,
Becaufe He died, I cannot fear;
His Blood fhall make me pure within,
His Blood Ihall cleanfe me from all Sin.
4 He wills, that I fhould holy be,
He promifes to make me clean,
His Oath confirms the fure Decree;
The Remnant, and the Root of Sin
The God of Truth hath fworn to flay,
And take its Being all away.
5 God hath ordain'd, that I fhould fee
In perfeft Holinefs his Face,
Retrieve his Image here, and be
Forever fan&ified by Grace;
His Truth, and Power, and Mercy join,
The Will, and Word, and Oath Divine.
6 Here then my Foot of Faith ftands fure,
And Earth, and Hell in vain deny;
I fhall be pure as God is pure,
Holy as God is holy I,
Perfett, as God is perfeft, rife,
And take my Manflon.in the Skies.
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cxx.
HYMN XVIII.
1 T IGHTofLife, Seraphick Fire,
1 j Love Divine, Thyfelf impart,
Every fainting Soul infpire,
Shine in every drooping Heart,
Every mournful Sinner chear,
Scatter all our guilty Gloom;
Son of God appear, appear,
To thine Human Temples come.
2 Come in this accepted Hour,
Bring thy Heavenly Kingdom in j
Fill us with the Glorious Power
Rooting out the Seeds of Sin:
Nothing more can we require,
We will covet nothing lefs:
Thou art all our Heart's Delire,
All our Joy, and all aur Peace.
2 Whom but Thee have we in Heaven,
Whom have we on Earth but Thee?
Only Thou to Us be given,
All befides is Vanity;
Grant us Love, we alk no more,
Every other Gift remove;
Pleafure, Fame, and Wealth, and Power,
Still we all enjoy in Love.
CXXI.
HYMN XIX.
i God, was ever Heart like Mine!
So fick of every fore Difeafe,
So falfe, fo contrary to Thine,
So full of defperate Wickednefs!
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2 So weak, fo impotent, fo blind,
So earthly, fenfaal, devililh All I
What Words of Horror can I find
To pidure out my Total Fall?
3 My Total Fall I never knew,
'Till I had tailed of thy Grpce,
Thy Spirit then the Veil withdrew,
And Ihew'd the Inbred Monller's Face.
4 The Man of Sin, the Myflery
Of Wickednefs Thou haft reVeal'd,
(Sure Pledge of Good!) my Plague I fee*
My Plague I know, fhall all be heal'd!
5 A perfed Soundnefs Faith fhall giv6,
A perfed Holinefs below;
Jesu, I in thy Blood believe,
Thy Blood lhall walh me white as Sridw.
6 The Lofs I by the firft fuftain
The fecond Adam, lhall repair:
I lhall the Life of God regain,
The Image of the Heavenly bear;
7 Let Others from Th'emfelves remove^
And chafe Salvation far away;
But Thou canft perfed me in Love,
Canft perfed me in Love to-day.
8 Let Others madly hug their Chains,
Their Idol of Inbeing Sin;
I cannot plead for Sin's Remains,
When Thou haft l&fd, Ye lhall be
9 If Thou haft Power and Will to lave,
Sav'd to the utmoft I lhall be,
The Fulnefs of the Godhead have;
For all the Godhead is in Thee.
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CXXII.
HYMN XX.
1 YE SU, Thou Strength of all that turn
The Battle to the Gate,
Behold us for thy Glory burn,
And for thy Kingdom wait.
2 O that thy Foes were all fubdued,
In Bonds of Love confin'd,
And forc'd to own th' All-cleanfing Blood*
That flow'd for all Mankind.
3 Captain of our Salvation, hear,
Saviour of Human Race,
Appear, in thy own Caufe appear,
And vindicate thy Grace.
4 Thy Grace for All divinely free
Doth every Sinner call;
Thou draweft All Men unto Thee,
For Thou haft purchas'd All.
5 Lo? here we are, thy Truth to prove,
To witnefs Thou art good,
To"1 aflert thine Univerfal Love,
And All-redeeming Blood.
6 Thy Blood from All Iniquity
Redeems, and makes us clean;
From Pride, and Self its fets us free,
From All Indwelling Sin.
7 The Spirit's Living Law it writes
Cpon our Inward Parts,
Our new-born Souls to God unites,
And purifies our Hearts.
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8 It keeps our Mind in perfect Peace,
Thy Kingdom it brings in,
Thine Everlafting Righteoufnefs,
And makes an End of Sin.
Come then, dear Lamb, for Sinners flain,
Bring in the cleanfing Flood;
Apply, to wafh out every Stain,
Thine efficacious Blood.
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Such Power belongeth unto Thee,
Thy Saying we receive;
We lhall be pure in Heart, and fee
Thy Smiling Face, and live.
Lord, we believe, and with calm Zeal
For this our Faith contend,
Waiting 'till Thou Thyfelf reveal,
And hoping to the End.
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O let it fink into our Soul
Deep as the Inbred Sin,
Make every younded Spirit whole>
And every Leper clean.
Thy Sanftifying Word is fure;
Lord, we our Sins confefs, '
Faithful and Juft, O make us pure
From All Unrighteoufnefs.
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9 This Sovereign Antidote expels
The Poifon from pur Veins;
Our old congenial Sicknef$ heals,
And purges all our Stains.
io A perfedl Soundnefs it imparts,
Deftroy9 the Carnal Mind,
And forms in all believing Hearts
The Saviour of Mankind.
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6 Our high, and holy Calling's Prize
We earneftly purfue;
Nor fear we, lead our Thoughts fhould rife,
Above what Thou canft do.
7 Thy Goodnefs, O all-gracious Lord,
Is equal to thy Power;
And we (hall try thy utmoft Word,
And we lhall fin no more.
8 Thou willed, and it muft be done,
That we Ihould holy be;
And we fhall live to Thee alone,
And we lhall die to Thee.
CXXIII. For any who think they
have already attained\
HYMN XXI.
s Mnipotent, Omnifcient Lord,
Prefent in Heaven, and Earth, and Hell,
Spirit, and Soul-dividing Word,
Searcher of Hearts unfearchable,
Behold us with thine Eyes of Flame,
And tell me what by Grace I am.
2 We would not our own Souls deceive,
Or fondly reft in Grace Begun:
Thy wife difcerning Un&ion give,
And make us know as we are known;
Search, and try out our Hearts, and Reins,
And lhew if §in in us remains.
3 Thy Thoughts and Ways are not as Ours,
Thou only knowft- what is in Man;
Ev'n now we tafte the Heavenly Powers;
But tell us, Are we born again?
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Are we redeem'd from Inbred Sin?
What faith the Oracle within?
Shine on the Work Thyfelf haft wrought
If Thou haft wrought the Work in me
Or fhew us, if we know Thee not:
Am I, my God, ftopt fhort of Thee?
The powerful, quick Convi&ion dart,
And fhine in every naked Heart,
Thou woud'ft not have thy Children ftray,
Thou never canft miflead the Blind;
If brought into thy perfect Way,
O let us now the Witnefs find,
And Ihout to hear thy fpeaking Blood,,
And eccho to the Voice of God.
6 Touching this Thing we all agree,
Father, to alk in Jesu's Name,
That each his true Eftate may fee :
In Faith we now the Promiie claim;
Now, now for Jesu's Sake reveal
Our Inward Heaven, or Inward Hell.
7 Send forth thy pure, unerring Light,.
Jesus, the Truth, the Life, the Way:
And guide our helplefs Spirits right,
That All may fee thy perfect Day,
May all thy glorious Fulnefs prove,
Thy Depth of Everlafting Love.
CXXIV. Another.
H Y N M XXII.
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COME, Thou Omnifcient Son of Man,
Difplay thy Sifting Power;
Come with the winnowing Spirit's Fan,
And throughly purge the Floor. *
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2 The Chaff of Sin, th' accurfed Thing
Far from our Souls be driven;
The Wheat into thy Garner bring.
And lay us up for Heaven.
3 Now let us by thy Word be tried,
Search out our Reins and Heart,
Spirit, and Soul, O Lord, divide,
And Joints and Marrow part.
4 Look thro' us with thine Eyes of Flame,
The Clouds and Darknefs chafe;
And lhew me what by Sin I am,
And what I am by Grace.
j We would not of our Ourfelves conceive
Above what Thou haft done;
But ftill to Thee the Matter leave,
'Till Thou (halt make it known.
6 We would not, Lord, Ourfelves conceal,
But walk in Open Day;
We pray Thee, all our Sin reveal,
And purge it all away.
7 Whate'er offends thy Glorious Eyes
Far from our Hearts remove,
As Duft before the1 Whirlwind flies,
Difperfe it by thy Love.
8 Then let us all thy Fulnefs know,
From every Sin fet free:
Sav'd, to the utmoft fav'd below,
And perfectly like Thee.
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cxxv.
HYMN XXIII.
Philip, iii. 13..
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OME, let us who to Christ are joift'd.
Forgetting ftill the Things behind,
This only Thing perfift to do,
Our Calling's glorious Prize purfue.
2 Our Works, and Gifts, and Graces pail,.
All, all behind our Back be call,
This, only This remembred be,
Jesus hath died for us; for me.
3 He died, that We to Him might live,
Might all his Righteoufnefs receive,
Fulnefs of Love, and Health, and Power;
He died, that We might fm no more.
4 He ihed his Blood to waih us clean
From all Unrighteoufnefs, and Sin,
To fave from All Iniquity;
Jesus hath died for us; for me.
5 He died that we might be made' whole,,
Holy in Body, Spirit, Soul,
Might do his Will like Thofe above,
Renew'd in all the Life of Love.
6 Lay the Foundation then no more,
Reach forth unto the Things before,
On to the Prize undaunted prefs,
And feize the Crown of Righteoufnefs.
7 We fhall the End of Faith attain,
The Uttermoft Salvation gain,
(Our
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(Our Calling's Hope, our Calling's Prize,
The Tree of Life in Paradife.)
8 Shall tafte the Manna of his Grace,
And pure in Heart behold his Face*
Our Jesus (hall Himfelf impart,
And cleanfe, and 'fill the Sinlefs Heart,.
9 His Nature to our Souls make known,
And write the Name in the white Stone,
We all fhall all his Fulnefs prove,
And fifld the Pearl of perfect Love.
CXXVI.
HYMN XXIV.
Ephes. iv: 8, 1 r, &c.
1 X ET all Mankind in Christ rejoice!
1 j The Lord is rifen for You, and me,
Afcending with a merry Noife,
He captive led Captivity.,
2 Our Jesus is gone up on high,
And Gifts He hath receiv'd for Men,
He fends his Spi'rit to purify
Our Souls from every finful Stain.
2 Teachers He gives our Souls to feed,
The Word of Truth and Grace t' impart,
Difpenfer's of the Living Bread,
And Pallors, after his own Heart.
4 He makes them apt to teach, and guide
The Flock with Wifdom from above,
'Till all are whojly fanttified
Thro' Faith, and perfe&ed in< Love.
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5 The glorious Miniflry Divine
For This He did on Earth ordain,
Nor can He mifs of his Defign,
Or fend his Meflengers in vain.
6 They, under Him, his Church fhall build,
And lead his feeblefl People on,
'Till all our Souls with God are fill'd,
For ever fandtihed in One.
7 Believing on our Common Lord,
'Till we his Image here regain,
Experiencing his utmoft Word,
And brought unto a perfedl Man.
8 'Till farther Hill by Faith we go,
And nearer view the Opening Skies,
And more and more like Christ below,
To all his glorious Stature rife.
9 That Higheft Point of Love Divine,
To All That Heaven we here arrive,
And then our parting Souls refign,
And ceafe at once to grow, and live*
10 This is his Acceptable Will,
That We on Earth Ihould holy be,
The Fulnefs of his Spirit feel,
And live from Sin for ever free.
11 No more in our Imperfedl State,
Feeble, and Babes in Christ no more.
But Strong in Him, and truly great,
And fill'd with all his Love and Power.
12 Children we liv'd, alas! too long,
Toll to and fro with every Wind,
And many a falfe, deceitful Tongue
Subverted our unliable Mind.
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*3 Carried about from God's own Ways,
At every fmooth Seducer's Will,
We left the Channels of his Grace,
And flothfully at laft flood JIM.
*4 With Speeches fair, and glozing Lies
They Watch'd, and ftrove to caft us down,
Remove us from our Calling's Prize,
O'erturn our Faith, and take our Crown.
i 5 But let us now the Promife prove,
And perfcdt Holinefs below,
Hold fait, and fpeak the Truth in Love,
And up to Christ in all Things grow.
16 We all Ihall gain what we purfue,
Be pure in Heart, and Saints indeed,
Grafted in Christ, and Creatures newj
The Members lhall be like their Head.
17 From Him the Quickning Spirit flows,
And lo! the Social Members join,
The well compacted Body grows,
And fwells with Energy Divine.
iS By That which every Joint fupplies
The whole doth ftill increafe, and move,
'Till all-compleat the Body rife,.
And perfedtly built up in Love.
CXXVIX.
HYMN XXV.
t O M E let us arife,
And aim at the Prize,
The Hope of our Calling on this Side the Skies.
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2 By Works let us fhew
That Jesus we know,
While fteadily on to Perfe&ion we go.
3 But may we not flrive,
Yet never arrive
To be Saints, or to live without Sin, while alive?
4 No, no, never fear,
If we look for Him here,
But our IJttermoft Saviour in Us fhall appear.
5 We dare not believe,
That God can deceive,
And never intend what He promis'd to give.
6 He hath faid, from all Sin
Ye here fhall be clean,
All-holy,, all-pure, and all-glorious within.
7 We refl on his Word,
We fhall here be reflor'd
To his Image; the Servant fhall be as his Lord.
8 Our Faith is not vain,
We are fure to regain
The Nature Divine of the Heavenly Man.
9 Then let us not flop,
But continue in Hope
Rejoicing, 'till All in his Image wake up;
10 His Purity fhare,
His Chara&er bear,
And the Truth of his hallowing Promife declare.
11 Thus, thus let us flay,
And wait for the Day
When the Angels are fent to condu£t us away.
When
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12 When with Joy we remove
To our Brethren above,
And fly up to Heaven in a Chariot of Love.
cxxviii.
HYMN XXVI.
ALL Glory, and praife To Jesus our Lord,
We witnefs his Grace, And Life-giving
Word,
Poor Juftified Sinners His Goodnefs we prove,
The weakeft Beginners In Jesus his Love.
His Love we proclaim, And publifh abroad,
The Blood of the Lamb Hath brought us to God :
He purchas'd our Pardon, Who died in our ftead,
The uttermoft Farthing Our Surety hath paid.
He died from All Sin Our Souls to redeem,
And we fhall be clean, And linlefs thro' Him,
The End of his Paffion Accomplifh'd fhall be,
And all his Salvation We fhortly fhall fee.
Then let us go on, 'Till Jesus appear,
And give us the CroWn Of Righteoufnefs here;
'Till juftified fully His Promife we prove,
All happy, and holy, And perfeft in Love.
cxxix.
HYMN XXVII.
YE Servants of God, Who truftin his Son,
And feel that his Blood For All did atone,
Your Songs of Thankfgivmg Delightfully raife,
And praife Him by Living to Jesus his Praife.
Believe
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Believe on his Name, 'Till inwardly clean
Ye live without Blame, Ye live without Sin;
Goon to Perfection, Thro' Jesus his Power,
Make fure ypur Election, And Sin is no more.
cxxx.
HYMN XXVIII.
Johni. 12. As many as received him, to them
gave be Povser to become the Sons ofG od, even,
to them that believe on his Name.
1 TESUS, in thine All-faving Name
J We ftedfaltly believe,
And lo! the promis'd Power we claim
Which Thou art bound to give:
Power to become the Sons of God,
An all-fufficient Power,
We look to have on Us beftow'd
A Power to fin no more.
2 We yield to be redeem'd from Sin,
The Life Divine to live,
Open our Hearts to take Thee in;
And all thy Grace receive.
Thee we receive as God and Man,
Both in One Perfon join'a,
To finiih the Redeeming Plan,
To refcue all Mankind.
3 On both thy Natures we rely,
Neither can faye alone;
The God could not for Sinners die,
The Man could not atone.
The Merit of a Suffering God
Hath bought our perfeCt Peace,
It ftamp'd the Value on that Blood,
Which fign'd our Soul's Releafe.
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4 Thy pretious Blood hath walh'd away
The Univerfal Sin;
And every Child of Adam may
Have all thy Life brought in.
Thy Office is To teach, and Blefs,
To'Atone, andSan&ify;
Ready the Spirit of thy Grace
Thy Merits to apply.
5 To Thee, O Christ, the Praife we giv
Thy threefold Fund ion fmg,
The Lord's Anointed One receive,
Our Prophet, Prieft, and King.
Thou, only Thou, our Wifdom art,
Our Strength and Righteq«fnefs;
Sprinkle, Inform, and Rule our Heart,
A Victorious Prince of Peace.
6 Fooliih, we come to learn of Thee,
Guilty, to be forgiven,
Foor, finful Worms to be made free
From Sin, and fit for Heaven.
Teach us the perfeCl Will of God,
For us, and in us pray;
Wafh us in thine all-cleanfing Blood;
Thy Kingly Power difplay.
7 Thy Kingly Power in Us exert,
Our rebel Heart fubdue;
More than fubdue our rebel Heart,
Thine utmoft Virtue fhew.
Shew us thy Sanctifying Grace,
And take our Sin away ;
Its Being utterly erafe,
All, all its Relicks flay.
8 Jesu, we in thy Name believe,
Which Fiends and Men deny,
To Them we dare not Credit give t.
Who give our God the Lie.
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Jesus, the Power of Jesu's Name
Our finlefs Souls fhall feel;
Lord, we believe Thee ftill the fame,
An utmoft Saviour ftill.
Thou wilt to Us thy Name impart,
Thou beafft it not in vain :
What Thou art calPd, Thou furely art,
Saviour of finful Man.
Into thy Name, thy Nature, we
Afluredly believe,
Jesus from Sin, Thee, only Thee
Our Jesus we receive.
Our Jesus Thou from future Woe,
From prefent Wrath Divine,
Shalt fave us from our Sins below,
And make our Souls like Thine.
Jesus from all the Power of Sin,
From all the Being too,
Thy Grace fhall make us throughly clean,
And perfectly renew.
Jesus from Pride, from Wrath, from Luft,
Our Inward Jesus be,
From eYery evil Thought we truft
To be redeem'd by Thee.
When Thou doft in our Flefh appear,
We (hall the Promife prove,
Sav'd into All Perfection here,
Renew'd in finlefs Love.
Come, O Thou Prophet, Prieft, and King,
Thou Son of God, and Man,
Into our Souls thy Fulnefs bring,
Inftrutt, Atone and Reign.
Holy, and Pure, as Juft, and Wife,
We would be in thy Right,
Lefs than thine All cannot fuffice,
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13 Our Jesus Thee, Entire, and Whole
With willing Heart we take;
Fill ours, and every faithful Soul
For thy own Mercy's fake:
We wait to know thine Utmoft Name,
Thy Nature's Heavenly Powers,
One undivided Christ we claim,
,And All Thou art is Ours.
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HYMN XXXIX.
* AND haft Thou died, O Lamb of God,
jf\ To take away our Inbred Sin ?
And fhall we trample on thy Blood,
And fay, " It cannot make us clean,
" The Truth on Eajrh we cannot know,
" There's no Perfe&ion here below?
2 From All Iniquity to fave,
To cleanfe from All Unrighteoufnefs,
Thy Life Thou haft a Ranfom gave,
To make the firft Tranfgreflion ceafea
To finifh Sin, my Lord was flain,
But died (the Faithlefs cry) invain.
3 " Invain was He in Flelh reveal'd,
" For Sin can never be deftroy'd;
" We cannot by his Stripes be heal'd,
"We cannot wholly live to God :
" No, though He died to have it done,
" We cannot live to Gqd alone."
4 « The Flefh is weak, and will prevail;
" We all have our Infirmities,
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" With God Impoflible is This:
" At leaft He to??/ nit fantlify,
" He will not cleanfe us — 'till we die,
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5 Poor, abjeCt Souls! they tell Thee, Lord,
Thou (halt not in their Life-time fave; '
Thou never canft fulfil thy Word,:
Before they drop into the Grave;
But when their Sins no more Can ftay,
Thou then mayji take their Sins away.
6 The Great Salvation Thou haft wrought,
They cannot, will not yet receive,
Or bear the' intolerable Thought,
While living, without Sin to live;
They keep it to their lateft Breath,
Sinners in Life, and Saints in Death.
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7 Saints with Holinefs are They,
Eleft without Ele&ion's Seal,
They Do, yet cannot, fall away;
In Christ, and yet in Sin they dwell:
Their Freemen are to Evil fold,
Their Creatures New are Creatures Old.
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8 Sinners, and Saints at once they are,
They fend forth bitter Streams and fvveet;
Good Trees, yet Evil Fruit they bear,
And Christ in Them and Belial meet:
Their pure in Heart are all unclean,
And born of God they can't but fin.
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9 No Promife can their Wifdom find
Of finlefs Holinefs below ;
To Sin, and yet to Jesus, joii?d: >
And on they to Perfection go,
To what they never can attain,
As God had bid them feek invain.
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Ah! foolifh Man, where are thine Eyes,
To fearch for the Meridian Sun !
Thou canft not fee thy Calling's Prize,
Thou wilt not love thy Gob alone;
Blind thro' the Love of Sin. thou art,
And ftill the Veil is on thy Heart.
O that the Veil might now be rent!
Give up your Sins, ye faithlefs Race,
To part with'All for Christ confent,
Accept the Offers of his Grace,
His holy Will fubmit to prove,
And take the Crown of Perfeft Love.
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HYMN XXX.
AN D fhall we then abide in Sin,
Nor hope on Earth to be fet free?
Hath Jesus bled to wafh us clean,
To fave from all Iniquity,
And can He not-his Blood apply,
And cleanfe, and fave us — 'till we die ?
Alas! if Their Report be true,
Who teach that Sin mull ftill remain,
If Sin we fcarcely can fubdue,
But never Full Redemption gain,
Where is thy Power, Almighty Lord ?
Where is thine Everlafting Word ?
Where is the Glorious Church below,
From every Spot and Wrinkle free!
The Trees that to Perfection grow,
The Saints that biamelefs walk with
Adorn'd in Linnen white and clean,
The Born of God that Canhot fin!
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4 Where are in Christ the Creatures New,
The Mon'ments of thy Saving Power,
The Witnefles that God is True,
The Pillars that go out no more,
Th' Eledtion of Peculiar Grace,
The chofen Priefts, the Royal Race?
5 Where are the Spirits to Jesus join'd,
Freed from the Law of Death and Sin?
The Saviour's pure and fpotlefs Mind ?
The Endlefs Righteoufnefs brought in ?
The Heavenly Man, the Heart Renew'd,
The Living Portraiture of God ?
6 The Spirit of Power, and Health, and Love,
The Pledge, the Witnefs, and the Seal,
Th' unerring Unftion from above,
The Glorious Gift Unfpeakable,
The Hidden Life, the wide-fpread Leaven,
The Law fulfilled in Earth and Heaven 1
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Th'Omnifcient err? The Faithful lie?
All, all thy Attributes we have;
Thy Wifdorn, Power, and Goodnefs join
To fave us, with an Oath Divine.
8 Lord, we believe, and reft.fecure,
Thine utmoft Promifes to prove,
To rife rcftor'd, and throughly pure,
In all the Image of thy Love,
Fill'd with the Glprious Life Unknown,
Forever fanttified in One.
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HYMN XXXI.
1 T^Risoners of Hope, arife,
J7 And fee your Lord appear•$
Lo! on the Wings of Love He flies,
And brings Redemption near!
Redemption in his Blood
He calls you to receive;
Come unto me, the Pardniog God,
Believe, He cries, Believe.
2 The Reconciling Word
We thankfully embrace,
Rejoice in our Redeeming Lord,
A Blood-befprinkled Race:
We yield to be fet free,
Thy Council we approve,
Salvation, Praife afcribe to Thee,
And glory in thy Love.
3 Jesus, to Thee we look,
'Till fav'd from Sin's Remains,
Rejefl the Inbred Tyrant's Yoke,
And call away his Chains:
Our Nature (hall no more
O'er us Dominion have;
By Faith we apprehend the Power,
Which fhall forever fave.
4 In Qire and ftedfaft Hope
To be redeem'd below,
On to the Holy Mountain's Top
We all exulting go :
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We fhall the Prize receive,
We fhall be all renew'd,
Regain thine Image here, and live
The finlefs Life of God.
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HYMN XXXII.
1 Jesus, at thy Feet we wait,
V_/ 'Till Thou {halt bid us rife,
Reftor'd to our Uniinning State,
To Love's fweet Paradife.
2 Saviour from Sin we Thee receive,
From All Indwelling Sin,
Thy Word, we ftedfaftly believe,
Shall make us. throughly elean.
3 Still we continue in thy Word,
Our Faith by Works we fhew,
Expetting to be As our Lord,
And all the Truth to know.
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The Living Truth Divine,
The glorious Fulnefs of our Head
Shall in his Members fhine.
Lord, we believe; and wait the Hour
That brings the Promis'd Grace,
When born of God we fin no more,
But always fee thy Face.
Since Thou wou'dft have us free from Sin,
And pure as Thofe above,
Make hafte to bring thy Nature in,
And perfeft us in Love.
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7 The Counfel of thy Love Fulfil,
Come quickly, gracious Lord,
Be it according to thy Will,
According to thy Word.
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Let it to Us be done;
Oh! that we allthy Face might fee,
And know as we are known !
9 Oh! that the Perfeft Gift were given,
The Love diffus'd abroad,
Oh! that our Hearts were all an Heaven
Forever fill'd with God !
1 TT E S U S comes with all his Grace,
J Comes to fave a Fallen Race:
Object of our Glorious Hope,
Jesus comes to lift us up.
2 Let the Living Stones cry out,
Let the Sons of Abraham fhout,
Praife we all our lowly King,
Give Him Thanks, rejoice, and fing.
3 He hath our Salvation wrought,
He our captive Souls hath bought;
He hath recftncii'd to God,
He hath walh'd us in his Blood.
4 We are now his lawful Right,
Walk as Children of the Light;
We (hall foon obtain the Grace
Pure in Heart to fee his Face.
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5 Free from Sin we here fhall live,
Here the End of Faith receive,
The Salvation of our Soul,
Perfectly in Christ made whole.
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6 We have not believ'd in vain,
We (hall furely here obtain
Full Redemption in his Blood,
We, ev'n We fhall be like God.
~ We his Life on Earth fhall live,
We his Image {hall retrieve,
Pure as the firfl: fmlefs Man,
ModsLTd by the perfect Plan.
g We fhall gain our Calling's Prize,
After God we all fhall rile,
Fill'd with. Love, and Joy, and Peace,
Perfected in Holinefs.
Wait 'till He appears within.
10 Fools, and Madmen let us be,
Yet is our fure Trull in Thee,
Faithful is the Promife-Word,
We fhall all be As our Lord,
j j Haflen, Lord, the perfeft Day,
Let thy every Servant fay,
I have now receiv'd the Power,
Born of God I fin no morel
Let us then rejoice in Hope,
Steadily to Christ look up,
Trufl to be redeem'd from Sin,
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HYMN XXXIV.
1 A>OME let us rejoice In confident Hope
^^1 Of hearing the Voice That raifes us up,
All inwardly glorious, And holy, and clean,
And more than vi&orious O'er Hell, Earth, and
Sin.
2 The Power of our Lord Doth all Things fubdue^
We lhall by his Word Be falhion'd anew;
Our Souls and our Bodies Shall bow to his Reign,
The Weaknefs of God is Far ffronger than Men.
3 Men, Devils agree To tell us in vain
Poor Sinners like Thee Muft always complain,
" My Leannefs, my Leannefs, My Inbeing Load,
" TheWeaknefsof Men is Far ftronger than God.
4 But Jesus lhall ihew His Fulnefs of Power,
And perfeft below, And throughly reftore
Our Souls to his Nature (If ftill we purfue)
And feal the New Creature Eternally New.
5 The Blood of the Lamb Shall wafh our Hearts
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His Nature and Name Is Freedom from Sinj
This is the Foundation Immoveably fure,
His mighty Salvation Shall always endure.
CXXXVII.
HYMN XXXV.
1 T E T All in thy great Praife agree,
I ^ O Saviour of Mankind, Our
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Our Saviour to the utmoft Thee
We foon expedl to find.
2 Saviour from Sin-we Thee receive,
From all Indwelling Sin;
Thy Blood, we ftedfaftly believe.
Shall make us pure within.
3 W.e cannot reft in Sin fubdued,
Or look for endlefs Wars;
We fhall be Conquerors thro1 thy Blood,
And more than Conquerors.
4 Let Others plead for Sin's Remains,
Their dear, Inbeing Sin,
If all thy Blood can wafh our Stains,
We fhall be throughly clean.
5 We dare avow the Gofpel-Hope,
And wait the Truth to prove,
After thy Likenefs to wake up,
Renew'd in finlefs Love.
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HYMN XXXVI.
1 O Alvation is in Jesu's Name
For All who Him receive:
To fave the World from Heaven He came,
That every Soul might live.
2 Thro' Grace we take the purchas'd Grace,
We anfwer to his Call,
The Saviour of Mankind embrace,
My God who died for All.
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3 His Blood, we know, hath bought our Peace,
We hav^po Hope befide,
By his Imputed Righteoufnefs
We all are jultified.
4 Sav'd from the Guilt and Power of Sin,
For Jesu's Sake forgiven,
We truft to have the Grace brought in,
The New-created Heaven.
5 Forgetting ftill the Things behind,
To'ward the High Prize we prefs,
And look the pretious Pearl to find,
The perfedl Holinefs.
6 We fhall be wholly fanttified,
As many as Christ receive,
As fure as He for Us hath died,
He in our Hearts fliall live.
CXXXIX.
HYMN XXXVII.
i /"J^HE Babes in Christ fhould Nothing know
But Jesus Crucified:
Let us, 'till dead to All below,
In thofe dear Wounds abide.
2 Then let us follow on, to prove
His Rcfurreft ion's Power,
^Vait to be perfe&ed in Love,
To rife, and fall no more!
3 Jesu, our Life, in Us appear,
Who daily die thy Death,
Reveal Thyfelf the Finiiher,
Thy quickning Spirit breathe.
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The Second Gift impart,
Reveal Thy glorious Self in me,
Ift every waiting Heart.
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We (hall attain what we purfae,
Unlefs our Faith is vain j
If Thou art Good, if Thou art True,
We lhall the Prize attain;
6 Partake on Earth the Heayenly Blifs,
And pure and holy be,
And perfeft as thy Father is,
And One with God in Thee,
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r Thou, who pleadft the Widow's Caufe,
\Jr Who only canft repair my Lofs,
And fweeten ail my Woe,
Diftreft, difconfolate, forlorn
Let me in thy dear Bofom mourn,
Nor other Comfort know.
2 A Defo'late Soul, Thou knowft, I am,
For Thou haft call'd me by my Name,
Thy poor Affliifted One,' . »
Haft in the Fiery Furnace tried,
And chofe a Mourner for thy Bride,
When all my Joys were gone.
3 The Soul whom more than Life I lovvd,
Thy jealous Mercy hath remov'd,
X0 make me wholly Thine:
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With ftreaming Eyes The Hand I fee,
And bow me to the juft Decree,
And blefs the Love Divine.
4 Still would I pour my mournful Tears,
And all my folemn Days, or Years,
In facred Sadnefs fpend;
Inftant in ftrong effe&ual Prayers,
'Till Death releafe me from my Cares,
And Faith in Viiion end.
5 For this I in thy Spirit groan,
Foxfaken, comfortlefs, alone
I would with God abide,
Cut off from Man, to Jesus cleave,
And never for a Moment leave
My Heavenly Bridegroom's Side.
6 Allow, dear Lord, the Widow's Plea,,
And Oh! Ihut up my Soul with Thee,
Againft the Nuptial Feaft;
Make ready for that glorious Day,
And then thy fpotlefs Bride convey
To thine Eternal Reft.
CXLI.
HYMN II.
3 Y ET Heathens murmur and complain,
I j I reft me here, It is the Lord
Calls for my Heart's Defire again;
His Will be done, his Name ador'd!
2 Who firft the Pretious Bleffing lent,
He juftly hath refum'd His Own,
I yield Him back with full Confent:
Thy Name be prais'd, thy Will be done.
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3 Thy Mercy in the Stroke I fee,
Enter into my God's Defign,
From every fond Engagement' free,
Thou wou'dft my Heart ftiould all ba Thine.
4 Thou wou'dft that I from Man Ihould ceafe,
Thou haft my Earthly Lord remov'd,
That all my Soul might Thee confefs
My only, as my B ft-belov'd.
5 Thy Will I chearfully obey,
From every Creature-Good retreat -y
And defolate delight to ftay
An happy Mourner at thy Feet.
6 Devoted to my God below,
My All of Blifs in Thee I have,
No other Love refolv'd to know,
No other Bride-bed but the Grave.
CXLII.
HYMN IIIV
1 T 1 APP Y State of Widowhood!
n State of Us that mourn to God,
Who from all our Comforts torn,
Only live to pray and mourn.
2 Meaneft of the Number I
For my old Companion figli,
Patiently my Lofs deplore,
Weep foy One who weeps no more.
3 Me my Confort hath outrun,.
Out of Sight He now is gone,
He his Courfe hath finifh'd here,,
Firft come to the Sepulchre.
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4 Following on with earneft Hafte,
'Till my mourning Days are paft,
I my Partner's Steps purfue,
I lhall foon be happy too;
5 Find the Eafe for which f pant,
Gain the only Good I want,
Quietly lay down my Head,
Sink into my Earthen Bed,
6 There my Flefh ftiall reft in Hope,
'Till the quicken'd Duft fly up,
'Till to glorious Life I rife,
Meet my Hufband in the Skies.
CXLIII.
HYMN IV.
1 q^HOU, Lord, who haft ravilh'd away
X The Joy of mine Eyes with a Stroke,
To Thee in my Trouble I pray,
To Thee for my Comfort I look:
No Help upon Earth can I fee,
And deeply difconfolate mourn,
The World is a Defart to me,
'Till Jesus, and Edui-return.
2 Thy Favour alone can fupply
The Place of all other Relief,
The Pity that drops from thine Eye
Aflfwages and quiet3 my Grief:
A Widow in Want and Diftrefs,
If Thee my Defender I prove,
I fweetly recover my Peace,
And calmly rejoice in thy Love.
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J Now therefore a Spirit receive,
Refolv'd upon Thee to depend,.
And wholly to Thee let me live,
My only Unchangeable Friend t
Preferve me a Widow indeed,
'Till call'd to my lafting Abode,
From Sorrow eternally freed,
And rapt to the Bofom of God.
CXLIV.
HYMN V.
i TY7EEP, ye Common Mourners, weep,
7 VV Tell aloud your lhallow Woe,.
* Silent all my Griefs, and deep
// In an Even Current flow,
^'Till they reach the Peaceful Sea,
"Loft in Calm Eternity.
z-2 Wifely let me mourn my Dead,
Live according to his Will,
In the Saviour's Footfteps tread,
All my Calling's Works fulfil,.
' Aft thro' Life the Decent Part,
V Give to God my Broken Heart.
3 Happy Soul! What wills He now ?
(God and He defire the fame)
Wills He I Ihould fet my Bray/,
Glory in my Matter's Shame,
Him with Ample Faith confetti
Stand with Jesus' Witnefles?
4 Would He I Ihould clofer cleave
To the Souls that cleave to God ?
Still into my Heart receive
All who know th' Atoning Blood,
Only
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Only in the Saints delight,
Walk with Christ and Them in White?
"5 Teach me, O my Guide, my Friend,
Heavenly Counfeller Divine,
" To thy fecret Purpofe bend
' This Obedient Heart of mine,
" Make thine utmoft Pleafure known,
" All thy Will on me done.
6 Lead me into every Deed
Which for me Thou haft prepar'd,
Me with all thy Children lead
To my infinite Reward,
To my Friend that waits above,
To my Throne of Glorious Love.
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HYMN VI.
1 f | vHOU very Prefent Aid
jL In Suffering and Diftrefs,
The Soul, which ftill on Thee is ftay'd,
Is kept in perfect Peace;
The Soul by Faith reclin'd
On his, Redeemer's Breaft,
Midft raging Storms exults to find
An Everlafting Reft.
2 Sorrow and Fear are gone,
Whene'er thy Face appears,
It ftills the Sighing Orphan's Moan,
And dries, the Widow's Tears,
It hallows every Crois,
It fweetly comforts me,
And makes me now forget my Lofs;
And lofe Myfelf in Thee. Peace
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3 Peace to the troubled Heart,
Health to the jin-ftck Mind,
The wounded Spirit's Balm Thou art,
The Healer of Mankind:
In deep Affli&ion bleft
With Thee I mount above,
And ling, triumphantly tMreft,
Thine All-fufficient Love.
4 Jesus, to whom I fly,
Doth all my Wilhes fill,
In vain the Creature-Streams are dry*
1 have the Fountain ftill
Stript of my earthly Friends
I find them All in One,
And Peace, and Joy, that never endsj
And Heaven, in Christ alone!
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HYMN VII.
1 My tender-hearted Lord,
How Ihall I thy Grace commend!
True I find Thee to thy Word,
Thee I find the Widow's Friend;
Neareft in our greateft Need,
Prefent at thy Mourner's Call,
Thou, O God, art Love indeed,
Thou, O Christ, art All in All.
2 Of my Earthly All bereav'd,
Thou haft call'd, and look'd on me,
Me, alas, in Spirit griev'd,
Me o'erwhelm'd with Mifery,
By my Other Self forfook,
Poor, difconfolate, diftreft
Thou into thine Arms haft took,
Made me on thy Bofom reft.
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5 Shall I then my State bemoan,
Mournful State of Widowhood?
Can I call Myfelf atdne,
Happy, happy in my God ?
Long with ftormy Troubles toft,
I have now my Port obtained,
Have an Earthly Hufband loft,
Have an Heavenly Hufband gain'd.
4 Join'd to me my Maker is,
With me ftill my Lord" fhall ftay,
Keep the Covenant of Peace,
Peace, which none can take away:
Never fhall thy Truth depart,
Never fhall thy Grace remove,
Thou haft clafp'd me to thine Heart,
Lov'd with an Eternal Love.
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HYMN VIII.
// 1 T T APP Y We who truft in Jesus-f
JtTjL Jesus turns our Lofs to Gain:
Still his Balmy Mercies eafe us,
Sweeten all our Grief and Pain:
When He calls our Friends t'inherit
All the Glories of the Bleft,
He aflures the.Widow'd Spirit
Thou fhalt quickly be at Reft.
2 For their Dead, the Heathen mourning
No Relief like This can have,
Hopelefs of their late Returning
From the All-devouring Grave :•
Bui the God of Confolation
Whiipers better Things to me,
I fhall fhare the Full Salvation,
I' the Church above fhall fee. Tho?
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Tho' my Flefli and Spirit languilh,
Can I of my Lot complain!
Sure at laft to1 out-live the Anguifh,
Sure to find my Friend again:
RanfomM from a World of Sorrow,
He to day is taken home,
I fhall be releas'd to-morrow;
Come, my full Redeemer, come!
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In the Kingdom of thy Patience
Well Thou knowft I daily die ;
Out of mighty Tlobulations
Take me up to Reft on high;
From my fanttified Diftrefies
Now, or when Thou wilt, retrieve,
Grant me but in Thine .Embraces
After all my Deaths to live.
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HYMN IX.
HAIL holy, holy, holy Lord,
Myfterious Three in One,
For ever be thy Name ador'd,
Thy Will for ever done!
For this alone on Earth I wait,
To glorify my God;
Admitted to the High Eftate
Of facred Widowhood.
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O may I1 in thy Strength fulfil -
My awful Chara&er;
And prove thine Acceptable Will,
And do thyTleafure here:
The Children unto Thee reftore,
Whom Thou to me haft given,
And rule my Houfe with all my Power,
And train them up for Heaven.
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3 Be this my Hofpitable Care,
The Stranger to receive,
The Burthen of thy Church to bear,
And all their Wand relieve;
My Labour of unwearied Love
With Pleafure to repeat,
My Faith upon thy Saints approve,
And gladly walh their Feat.
4 The Servant of thy Servants blefs
With adtive earneft Zeal,
And every Work of Righteoufnefs
I Ihall with Joy fulfil;
Mixt with their Guardian Angels tend
The Heirs of glorious Grace,
And ftill like Them to Heaven afcend,
And ftill behold thy Face.
5 Happy might I the Grace receive
Which thy True Widows {hare,
With God in clofe Communion live
A Life of Faith and Prayer,
In Thee my only Friend confide,
Delightfully alone,
And Defolate in Prayer abide
'Till all my Courfe is run.
Surely I now rely on Thee,
Within thine Arms I am,
And truft the Glorious Face to fee
Of my triumphant Lamb.
1 know the Prayer of Faith is heard,
I feel the Anfwer given,
And hafte, by Holinefs prepar'd,
To meet my Lord in Heaven.
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CXLIX.
HYMN X.
1 T\ /T Y everliving Lord,
IV1 Th/'Faithfulnefs I own,
Call'd by thy Providence and Word
To truft on Thee alone,
My Faith by Works to fhew,
And ftifl on Thee to call,
And witnefs, as to Heaven I go,
That God is All in All.
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Thou haft my Lofs repair'd,
With Thee I now in Eden dwell,
And ^ait my full Reward;
My Joy, my Portion Thou
Haft knit my Heart to Thee;
My Maker is my Hufband now,
And Ihall forever be.
3 I dare in Thee confide,
I in thy Mercies reft,
Thou wilt not let me leave thy Side,
Or wander from thy Breaft:
Beyond the Reach of
The World, and Hell's Alarms,
Thy Love Ihall keep me fafe within
Its Everlafting Arms.
4 Long as on Earth I ftay,
It (hall be all my Care
With Thee to wreftle Night and Day
In never-ceafing Prayer j
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'Till taken to the Church on high,
Where Prayer in Praife fhall end.
HYMN XI.
i A'T^Hanks be to God alone
X Who comforts the Diflreft 1
His faithful Word I own,
Which fpeaks the Mourner Bleft:
A Daughter of Affli&ion, I
On Jesus caft my Care,
And for my Native Country figh,
And for my Kindred there.
3 My Company is gone
Over the Stream before,
And lo! I haften on
To yon Eternal Shore:
That happy Sharer of my Heart
I there again fhall find,
Where Time and Death can never part
The Souls in Jesus ioin'd.
3 I quickly fhall o'ertake
My dear departed Friend,
Receiv'd for Jesus fake
To Joys that never end:
Ev'n now I tafte the Blefled Hope
Thro' Jesu's Pafiion given,
It fwallows all my Sorrows up,
And turns this Earth to Heaven.
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4 Whom next to God I love,
He beckons me away,
To folemnize above
Our fecond Bridal-Day:
I come, my longing Soul replies,
To Jesu's Arras I come,
And force my Paflage to the Skies,
And fly triumphant home.
CLI.
HYMN XII.
1 "O ^E, my Soul, the Dawn appears
Of that Eternal Day!
Quit in Hope the Vale of Tears,
And mount, and foar away!
Darting throT this lower Air,
Quick as a Seraphic Flame,
Rife, the Marriage feaft to fliare,
The Marriage of the Lamb.
2 In the Wedding-Garb of Love
By Heavenly Pity dreft,
I fhall foon fit down above
At that Celeftial Feaft;
To my Elder Brethren join'd,
I fhall there my Partner fee,
In the Arms of Jesus find
The Soul that twinn'd with me.
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And fee our Saviour's Face,
Mofes\ Jesu's Song repeat,
In Extafy of Praife;
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Bright as His our Bodies are,
Like the Head the Members fhine,
All our open Foreheads bear
The Glorious Stamp Divine.
4 With the High and Lofty One
We dwell in Blifs Supreme,
Share the Pleafures of his Throne,.
And tafte the Chryftal Stream,
Banquet on Angelic Food,
Father, Son, and Spirit know,
Drink the Joys that flow from God,
And ihall fortver flow.
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So plenteous in Grace
So faithful and true !
In great Tribulation
His Fulnefs I prove,
His Strength of Salvation,
His Riches of Love.
2 As forrowful I,
Yet always rejoice,
My Lord is fo nigh,
So charming his Voice r
He whifpers, and fills me
With Comfort and Peace,
And keeps, 'till He feals me
Eternally His.
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HYMN XIII.
AiHifted
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Affli&ed, and griev'd,
Forlorn, and diftreft,
He kindly receiv'd,
And lull'd me to reft:
He will not forfake me,
My Heavenly Head,
But tarry, and make me
A Widow indeed.
Betroth'd to the Son
Of God, I abide,
'Till Jesus come down
And challenge his Bride,
To all his Salvation
With Triumph receive,
In full Confummation
Of Glory to live.
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II Y M N XIV.
REST, my troubled Spirit, reft,.
So long with Tempefts toft!
God hath caught Him to his Breaft,
Hath found whom I have loft;
Loft as for a Moment's Space,
'Till I after Him repair,
To that happy, happy Place,
And claim my Hulband there.
Can a True Believer doubt
If Souls each other know ?
Surely I fhall find Him out
Whom moil I priz'd below:
Later, but at laft, remov'd
I fhall then my Wifh obtain,
Meet Him with my Beft-belov'd,
■And never part again.
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Which of us went before,
Both at Jesus Side are feen,
And live to die no more,
Both our Golden Harps employ,
Vocal with our Saviour's Name^
Both The Blifsful Sight enjoy,
The Prefence of the Lamb.
Who can tell the folid Blifs
Which in this Hope I prove ?'
We fhall fee Him as He is
The Glorious God of Love,
We fhall fink with all his Hoft;
All that know th' Atoning Blood,
Sink, o'erwhelm'd, o'erpower'd, and loll,
And fwallow'd up in God.
CLIV.
HYMN XV.
WH O is This, that now comes up
Out of the Wildernefs,
Leaning on her Strength, her Hope,
Her darling Prince of Peace!
On her Lord, and Welibelov'd
Sweetly She delights to reft:
Never fhall She be remov'd,
Who leans on Jesus Breaft.
See that Happy Soul in me
By Faith on Chris.t reclin'dl
Reft from all my Mifery
In Jesus' Love I find:
I a delolate Mourner was,
Wandered Earth's wide Defart o'er,
Till I found Him on the Crofs,
And now I weep no more.
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Me Pie caird, a Woman griev'd,
A Wife in Youth forfook,
Kindly all my Wants reliev'd,
And all my Burthens took:
Me He call'd his Love, his Bride,
" See, thine Heavenly Hufband fee,
" I am by my Father's Side,
" And Thou ilialt fit by me.
True, and faithful is my Lord,,
Infallible my Hope,
Lo! I hang upon his Word,.
'Till Jesus take me up:
Come, his Loving Spirit cries-
Haftningon the Joyful Day,
Come, the longing Bride replies,
My Jesus, come away!
CLV.
HYMN XVI.
COME, ye Real Widows, come
All that feek your Heavenly Home,
All who now with Griefs oppreft,
Languifh for Eternal Reft;
Caft away your anxious Care,
For the Nuptial Day prepare,
Strong in Hope's Aflurance rife,
Meet the Bridegroom in the Skies..
Lo! He in the Clouds defcends,
Girt about with Heavenly Friends,
DavicFs Everlafting Son,
Sitting on his Ivory Throne!
See th' Imperial Banner fpread,
Flaming with a Crimfon Red,
To the well-known Enfign How,
To the Crofs ye bore below.
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3 Where are Jess's Witnefles,
Thofe who dar'd their Lord confefs!
j^Esus knows, and calls them forth,
Openly declares their Worth,
Thefe fny faithful Servants were,
Gloried my Reproach to bear,
Bearers of the Bloody Tree,
Treated in the World like me.
4 Thefe are They that own'd my Name,
Triumph'd in their Mailer's Shame,
Gladly counted all Things Lofs,
Nobly fuffer'd for my Caufe:
Scorn'd of All they kept my Word,
Fools and Madmen for their Lord,.
Firm a gain A a World they flood,
Strove refilling unto Blood.
5 Angels all, the Men behold,
Purchas'd and redeem'd of old,.
Once my Confeffors beneath,
True, and faithful unto Death!
Cover'd o'er with glorious Scars,.
Each the Bleeding Token bears,
Each difplays the Shepherd's Sign—
Father, fee! they all are Mine I
6 Come, ye then, my Servants dear,.
Find your happy Manflons here,
Come ye of my Father bleft,
Celebrate the Marriage-feaft,
Take your infinite Reward,
From Eternity prepar'd,
All your Heavenly Joy receive,
Kings with me forever live!
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CLVI.
HYMN XVII.
1 TT7HERE (hall I reft my weary Head,
VV Where fhall I find affur'd Relief?
Deferted at my greateft Need,
Conlign'd to folitary Grief,
No kind Companion nigh, with whom
To weep, and wait 'till Comfort come!
2 Mine Eyes and Heart's Defire is gone,
And now no more my Burthen Ihares,.
I mourn unpitied and alone,
I bear my Complement of Cares,
I link beneath th' unequal Load,
I faint—into the Arms of God.
3 His everlafting Arms receive
The Mourner in her laft Diftrefs,
He tells me, " I forever live,
In me, thy Lord, Thou lhalt have Peace-*
Be of good Cheer, my Mourner Thou,
Thy Maker is thy Hulband now.
4 I hear, I feel the balmy Word, <
And turn again unto my Reft,
I blefs my all-fufficient Lord,
I lean on my Redeemer's Breaft,
And fmile at Diffolution near,
And joyful drop the mended Tear.
5 My mourning Days fhall quickly end,
And Time commence Eternity,
My fpotlefs Soul fhall foon afcend,
And Face to Face its Saviour fee,
While not one plaintive Groan or Sigh
Is heard in all the joyous Sky.
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HYMN XVIII.
1 TESUS, my Strength, my Peace,
J My Refuge in Diftrefs,
Now incline thy gracious Ear,
Now regard a Mourner's Call,
Now in my Behalf appear,
Shew Thyfelf my God, my All.
2 Thou only canfl relieve
And comfort Them that grieve:
Turn my Mifery into Blifs,
Of my Earthly All bereft
Bid me acquiefce in This,
Happy ftill, that God is left.
3 From all of Woman born
May I to Jesus turn,
Fairer than the Sons of Men
Thee my happy All I fee,
Fulnefs of "Delight obtain,
Happinefs compleat in Thee.
4 Of Thee alone pofleft
I am, I muff be bleft,
Author, Sum of my Defires,
None but Christ Thou hearft me cry,
jVone but Christ my Heart requires,
None but Christ in Earth or Sky.
Above
Amidft the Storms of Life I ftand
Unfhaken on The Rock of Peace,
'Till caught up to that Heavenly Land,
I fee my Jesus as He is,
And fing, with all our glorious Friends,
The Marriage-Song that never ends.
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5 Above the Reach of Care
My quiet Spirit bear,
Bear me on thine Eagle-Wings
To thofe happy Realms above,'
Where my old Companion lings,
High enthron'd in Glorious Love.
6 Nor would I Him o'ertake,
Or fee but for thy Sake:
Thou my vaft, my fole Reward,
For thy only Love I care,
Heaven is Hell without my Lord,
Hell is Heaven, if Thou art there!
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HYMN XIX.
1 if~°\ IVE Glory to Jesus our Head,
With All that incompafs his Throne!
A Widow, a Widow indeed,
A Mother in Ifrael is gone:
The Winter of Trouble is pall,
The Storms of Affliction are o'er,
Her Struggle is ended at lalt,
And Sorrow and Death are no more.
2 The Soul hath o'ertaken her Mate,
And caught Him again in the Sky,
Advanc'd to her happy Eftate,
And Pleafure that never lhall die,
Where Glorified Spirits by Sight
Converfe in their holy Abode,
As Stars in the Firmament bright,
And pure as the Angels of God.
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£ Inflam'd with Seraphical Love,
Combin'd in a Manner nrtkno'vjn^
Not given in Marriage above,
Or given to Jesus alone,
The Juft, who admitted by Grace
That firft Refurredlion attain,
With Rapture each other embrace,
And One with the Deity reign.
4 O Heaven! what a Triumph is there,
While all in his Praifes agree,
His beautiful Charafter bear,
And lhine with the Glory they fee !
The Glory of God and the Lamb
(While all in the Extafy join)
Darts into their Spiritual Frame,
And givqs The Enjoyment Divine.
In loud Hallelujahs they fing,
And Harmony ecchoes his Praife,
Whenlo! the Celeftial King
Pours out the full Light of his Face !
The Joy neither Angel nor Saint
Can bear fo ineffably great,
But fee! the whole Company faint,
And Heaven is found—at his Feet !
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Jfl Thy greateh Gain To die,
From our Yale of Grief, and Pain,
Remov'd to Worlds on high,
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Thou the glorious Fight haft .won,
Ended well the doubtful Race,
All th' allotted Service done:
Thy Works fhall fpeak thy Praife,
2 Ever careful to abound
In Fruits of Righteoufnefs,
Still Thou labour'dft to be found
In God's appointed Ways,
Walking on with Christ in white,
Virtues thy Companions were,
Praife thy permanent Delight,
And all thy Bufinefs Prayer.
3 True to thy great Mafter Thou,
And zealous for his Caufe,
Simply didft thy Faith avow,
And glory in his Crofs;
By the Loving Spirit Spirit led,
By the Sayings of thy Lord,
Thou in all his Steps didft tread,
And keep his written Word.
4 Long the wily foothing Foe
Thy fteady Virtue tried,
Vainly urg'd Thee to forego,
And caft the Means afide,
Worfhip more refin'd and pure,
Still the Silent Tempter fhew'd,
Still thy Foot flood fall and fure
In the Old Paths of God.
5 Never once waft Thou betray'd
Into the Serpent's Snare,
While He labour'd to diffuade
So much of Praife and Prayer:
" Friends be ftill (He foftly cried)
Outward Praife your God offends:"
" Friends ftng on (thy Zeal replied)
The Song that never ends."
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6 Such thy fair Example was,
The fame in Life and Death,
Love's jfweet Talk, and Prayer, and Praife
Imploy'd thy lateft Breath,
Prompt to fuccour the Diftreft,
Glad the Tempted Soul to chear,
Pity mov'd thy Dying Breafl^
And dropp'd thy lateft Tear.
7 Thou in Jesu's Words and Ways
Exhortedft us to' abide,
Witnefs of the Perfed Grace,
And wholly fandified:
All his Promifes fulfilPd,
All his Gifts to Thee were given,
Pardon'd here, renew'd, and feaPd,-
And fully ripe for Heaven.
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Thou didft thy Soul refign,
Fitted for that high Abode,
And Fellowlhip Divine:
Oh! how fweet thy parting Word,
Laft of all Thou fpak'ft below,
*<■ Keep me, keep me, deareft Lord,
And never let me go!"
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HYMN XXI.
// I tXT E happy Souls, no longer toft,
" j[ Like us on Life's Tempeftuous Sea,
'/ Who cannot now be lhipwreck'd, loft,
^ Safe-landed in Eternity,
u Are Mortals banilh'd from your Mind,
Or think ye of your Friends behind?
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2 Releas'd from all your Wants and Cares,
What Commerce can ye have with Men ?
Ye need not now our ufelefs Prayers;
Nor will we alk your Succour vain,
One only Advocate we own,
V And tr'uft in Je su's Help alone.
^ Yet (for He bids us keep in vievtf
Your adlive Faith, and patient Hope)
As ye your Lord, we follow you,
And wait for Him to take us up,
Our clofelt Fellowlhip to' improve,
Our Fellowlhip with Saints above.
^ 'Till then we hold your Memory dear,
Which now relieves our drooping Heart:
Like Us ye mourn'd and fuffer'd here,
Like Us ye knguilh'd to depart,
And labour'd on with painful Strife,
And drag'd the heavy Load of Life.
_ The World call out your Name like Qurs,
And counted you not lit to live:
Expos'd to all th' Infernal Powers,
Ye dar'd your Mailer's Lot receive,
Beneath his Crofs rejoic'd to bow,
And drank the Cup we drink of Now.
g Tempted, detain d'm foxQ Dillrefs,
With all our Fiery Trials tried,
Loll in this howling Wildernefs,
Troubled, perplex'd on every Side,
Ye pray'd—in Groans at Jesu's Stay,
And Hill complain'd—ye could not pray.
Ye felt the cruel tortu'ring Fear
' Which now our Soul afunder faws,
The Doubt ye Ihou'd not perfevere,
But fcandalize the Saviour's Caufe,
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Difgrace, and lhame the Friends of God>
And fall, and periih in your Blood.
8 Men of like Pafiions once ye were
With Us, who Itill Ourfelves bemoan;
This Inbred Sin ye groan'd to bear,
And hop*d Relief from Death alone,
As Death alone could purge the Stain,
And Christ had fhed his Blood invain.
9 But, Oh! your Evil Day is pall,
Accomplilh'd is your Warfare here,
And more than Conquerors at laft
Our fad defponding Hearts ye chear,
Ye bid us ftill your Steps purfue,
And we lhall more than conquer too.
0 Encompaft with fo great a Cloud
OfWitneffes, who fpeak tho1 dead,
We call afide our every Load,
And follow where our Lord hath led,,
With Patience run th' Appointed Race,
And die to fee his Glorious Face.
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i Tjf OW can a Sinner know
Jrl His Sins on Earth forgiven?
How can my Saviour, Ihew
My Name infcrib'd in Heaven?
What we ourfelves have felt, and (een,
With Confidence we tell,
And publifh to the Sons of Men
The Signs Infallible.
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2 We who in Christ believe
That He for us hath died,
His unknown Peace receive,
And feel his Blood applied:
Exults for Joy our rifing Soul,
Difhurthen'd of her Load,
And fwells, unutterably full
Of Glory, and of God,
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The Love of all beneath
We find within, and dare
The pointlefs Darts of Death:
Stronger than Death, or Sin, or Hell
The myftic Power we prove,
And Conquerors of the World we dwell
In Heaven, who dwell in Love,
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He now fo us imparts,
His gracious Spirit is
The Earneji in our Hearts:
We antedate the Joys above,
We tafte th' Eternal Powers,
And know that all thofe Heights of Love,
And all thofe Heavens are Ours.
5 'Till He our Life reveal,
We reft in Christ fecure:
His Spirit is The Seal,
Which made out Pardon fure:
Our Sins his Blood hath blotted out,
And fign'd our Soul's Releafe:
And can we of his Favour doubt,
Whofe Blood declares us His? '
We by his Spirit prove,
And know the Things of God,
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The Things which of his Love
He hath on us beftow'd:
Our God to Us his Spirit gave,
And dwells in Us, we know,
The Witnefs in ourfelves we have,
And all his Fruits we (hew.
7 The meek and lowly Heart,
Which in our Saviour was,
He doth to us impart,
And figns us with his Crofs:
Our Nature's Courfe is turn'd, our Mind
Transform'd in all its Powers,
And both the Witnefles are join'd,
The Spirit of God with Ours.
8 Whate'er our Pardning Lord
Commands, we gladly do,
And guided by his Word,
We all his Steps purfue:
His Glory is our fole Delign,
We live our God to pleafe,
And rife with Filial Fear Divine
To perfeft Holinefs.
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HYMN II.
i TT OW fhall a Slave releaft
X~"X From his oppreffive Chain
Diftinguifti Eafe, and Reft
From Wearinefs, and Pain?
Can He his Burthen borne away
Infallibly perceive?
Or I before the Judgment-Day
My pardon'd Sin believe ?
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2 Redeem'd from all his Woes,
Out of his Dungeon freed,
Alk, how the Prifoner knows
That He is free indeed !
How can He tell the Gloom of Night
From the Meridian Blaze?
Or 1 difcern the Glorious Light,
That ftreams from Jesu's Face ?
3 The gafping Patient lies
In Agony of Pain!
But fee Him light arife,
Reftor'd to Health again!
And doth He certainly receive,
The Knowledge of his Cure f
And am I ConJclous that I live ?
And is my Pardon fure ?
4 A Wretch for Years confign'd
To hopelefs Mifery,
The happy Change mufl find,
From all his Pain fet free:
And mull not I the Difference know
Of Joy, and anxious Grief,
Of Grace, and Sin, of Weal, and Woe,
Of Faith, and Unbelief?
5 Yes, Lord, I now perceive,
And blefs Thee for the Grace*
Thro1 which redeem'd I live
To fee thy fmiling Face:
Alive I am, who once was dead,
And freely Juftified;
I know thy Blood for me was fhed,
I feel it noi<j applied.
6 By Sin no longer bound,
The Prifoner is fet free,
The Loft again is found
In Paradife, in Thee:
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In Darknefs, Chains, and Death I was,
But lo! to Life reftor'd,
Into thy wondrous Light I pafs,
The Freeman of the Lord.
7 In Comfort, Power, and Peace
Thy Favour, Lord, I prove,
In Faith, and Joy's Increafe,
And felf-abafing Love:
Thou dolt my pardon'd Sin reveal,
My Life, and Heart renew;
The Pledge, the Witnefs, and the Seal
Confirm the Record true.
8 The Spirit of my God-
Hath certified Him Mine,
And all the Tokens ftiew'd
Infallible, Divine:
Hereby the pardon'd Sinner knows
His Sins on Earth forgiven,
And thus my faithful Saviour Jhenus
My Name infcrib'd in Heaven.
CLXIII.
HYMN III.
1 A H! foolHh World, forbear
Thine unavailing Pain,
Nor needlefsly declare
Our Hope, and Labour vain:
Tell us no more, We cannot know
On Earth the Heavenly Powers,
Or tafte the Glorious Blifs below,
Or feel, that God is Ours.
2 So ignorant of God',
In Sin brought up, and born,
Ye
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VV Hath our Report belie v'd!
Alas! they clofe their Eyes*
Nor will be undeceiv'd:
The World cry out, in-needlefs Fright,
" Your rafh Attempt forbear
"To lift us to Prefumption's Height
" Or plunge us in Defpair.
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4 Wherefore from Us depart,
And to each other tell
" We cannot on our Heart
The Written Pardon feel
A Stranger to the Living Bread
Ye may beguile, and cheat,
But Us you never can perfuade,
That Honey is not fweet.
CLXIV.
HYMN IV.
Ye Fools, be not fo proud,
Sufpend your idle Scorn:
For Us who have receiv'd our Sight
Ye fain would Judges be,
And make us think, there is no Light,
Becauft you cannot fee.
3 The fame in your Efteem,
Falfhood and Truth ye join,
The wild Pretender's Dream,
And real Work Divine:
Between the Subftance, and fhe Shew
No Difference You can find,
For Colours all, full well we know,
Are equal to the Blind.
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2 " Whoever feek to know
" Their Sins on Earth forgiven
" Or fink in hopelefs Woe,
" Or rife to Madnefs driven."
They fafely chufe the Middle Way,
Aware of each Extream,
The only Prudent Men are They,
And Wifdom dies with Them.
3 The Sayings of our Lord
Their Folly dares defpife,
Above the written Word,
To their own Ruin, wife:
The written Word, by which we fteer
From all Miftake fecure,
It bids us make our Calling here
And our Eleflion fure.
4 It bids the Weary come,
And find in Christ their Reft,
Invites the Wanderer home
To his Redeemer's Breaft;
It ftirs us up to knock, and pray,
And feek the Pardning God,
'Till Jesus take our Sins away,
And wafti us in his Blood.
5 It proffers Happinefs
To All who dare believe,
And promifes a Peace,
Which Man can never give;
With full Aflurance of Belief
v Commands us to draw near,
And tafte the Joy that cafts out Grief,
The Love that cafts out Fear.
6 Water of Life Divine
Its bids us freely take,
And myftic Milk and Wine
For Jesu's only Sake:
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HYMN V.
3 *%7ET hear, ye Souls that cleave
j[ To Earth and Mifery,
The joyful News receive,
And yield to be fet free;
Redeem'd from Pride, and guilty Shame,
The Grace of Jesus prove,
The Virtue of your Saviour's Name,
The humbling Power of Love.
2 His Blood by Faith applied
Shall wafh you white as Snow,
And all the Juflified
Themfelves and Jesus know:
Who honour God, themfelves defpife
With deep Humility,
And none fo vile in their own Eyes
As Thofe that Jesus fee.
3 He never will infnare,
Or by his Gifts deftroy
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To all who alk is given,
That Seal of our Salvation here,
That Antepaft of Heaven.
7 But Hill the World refufe
An Heaven begun below,
And vainly fear to' abufe
The Grace they never know:
The Grace their Pride will not receive
They impioufly deny,
And in their Sins fecurely live,
And defperately die.
The Obj efts of his Care,
The VelTels of his Joy: .
His Mercy fhall with lowly Fear
Your faithful Souls abafe,
And make you in thg Dull revere
The Pardning God of Grace.
4 His Truth, and Love, and Power
Shall his own Gifts maintain;
But may ye not implore
The Saviour's Grace in vain?
What if ye feek, and never find
The Pardon in his Blood ? —
What if the Saviour of Mankind
Be neither Jufl, nor Good! —
5 Hath He not fpoke the Word,
" Who afk fhall all receive!"
Believe our faithful Lord,
Ye abjeft Souls believe!
The Hellilh Doubt rejeft, difclaim,
And on our God rely,
Our God continues ftill the fame,
Nor can Himfelf deny.
6 We now affix our Seal
That God is Good, and True,
His faithful Love we feel,
And ye may feel it too:
W? know, ye All the Grace may take,
Ye All the Truth may prove,
And twice Ten Thoufand Souls we flake
On Jesu's Faithful Love.
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CLXVI.
For the Fear.of God.
1 OD of all Grace, and Majefty,
VJf Supremely Great, and Good,
If 1 have Favour found with Thee,
Thro' the Atoning Blood;
The Guard of all thy Mercies give,
And to my Pardon join
A Fear, leaft I fhou'd ever grieve
The Gracious Spirit Divine.
2 If Mercy is indeed with Thee,
May I obedient prove,
Nor e'er abufe my Liberty,
Or fin againft thy Love :
This choiceft Fruit of Faith beftow
On a poor Sojourner,
And let me pafs my Days below
In Humblenefs and Fear.
Rather I wou'd in Darknefs mourn
The Abfence of thy Peace,
Than e'er by light Irreverence turn
Thy Grace to Wantonnefs:
Rather I wou'd in painful Awe
Beneath thine Anger move,
Than e'er rejedt the Gofpel-Law
Of Liberty and Love.
But Oh! Thou wou'dft not have me live
In Bondage, Grief, and Pain,
Thou doft not take Delight to grieve
The helplefs Sons of Men :
Thy Will is my Salvation, Lor-p,
And let it now take Place,
And let me tremble at thy Word
Of Reconciling Grace.
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5 Still may I walk as in thy Sight,
My ftridt Obferver fee,
And Thou by reverent Love unite
My Child-like Heart to Thee.
Still let me, 'till my Days are paft,
At Jesu's Feet abide,
So fhall He lift me up at lad,
And feat me by his Side.
CLXVII.
For a Tender Confcience.
1 A Lmighty God of Truth and Love,
In me thy Power exert,
The Mountain from my Soul remove,
The Hardnefs from my Heart:
My moll: obdurate Heart fubdue,
In Honour of thy Son,
And now the gracious Wonder Ihew,
And take away the Stone.
2 I want a Principle within,
Of jealous, godly Fear,
A Senfibility of Sin,
A Pain to feel it near:
I want the firft Approach to feel
Of Pride, or fond Defire,
To catch the Wandrings of my Will,
And quench the kindling Fire.
- From Thee that I no more may part,
No more thy Goodnefs grieve,
The filial Awe, the flelhly Heart,
The tender Confcience give,
Quick as the Apple of an Eye,
O God, my Confcience make:
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Awake my. Soul, when Sin is nigh,
And keep it ftill awake.
4 If to the Right, or Left I ftray,
That Moment, Lord, reprove,
And let me weep my Life away
For having griev'd thy Love:
Give me to feel an idle Thought
As aCtual Wickednefs,
And mourn for the minuteft Fault
In exquifite Diftrefs.
5 O may the leaf! Omiffion pain
My well-inftrufted Soul,
And drive me to the Blood again,
Which makes the Wounded whole;
More of this tender Spirit, more
Of this Affliction fend,
And fpread the Moral Senfe ajl o'er,
'Till Pain with Life fhall end.
CLXVIII.
It is God 'which uoorketh in you both to 'will and
to do. Phil. ii. 13.
FAther,. to Thee my Soul I lift,
My Soul on Thee depends,
Convinc'd, that every perfed Gift
From Thee alone, defcends.
Mercy and Grace are Thine alone,
And Power, and Wifdom too,
Without the Spirit of thy Son
Wo Nothing Good can do.
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One holy Thought conceive,.
Unlefs, in Anfwer to our Lord,
Thyfelf the Bleffing give:
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His Blood's availing Plea
Obtain'd the Help for all our Race,
And fends it down to me.
Thou all our Works in Us hail wrought,
Our Good is all Divine,
The Praife of every virtuous Thought,
Or righteous Work, is Thine:
From Thee, thro'Jesus, we receive
The Power on Thee to call,
In whom we are, and move, and live,
Our God is All in All.
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CLXIX.
HYMN II.
HOW empty then the Former Boaft,
The Impotence of Pride,
When in Ourfelves we put our Trull,
And on our Works relied:
Strong in our Liberty of Will,
Our Nature's Noble Powers,
We vow'd to fcale the Heavenly Hill*
And feize the Crown as Ours,
The Strefs of our Salvation, we
On Human Efforts laid:
Or if fometimes we mention'd Thee*
And llightly afk'd thine Aid,
Our own Attempts, we thought, lhould gain
For us the glorious Prize,
Our meritorious Toil and Pain
Should lift us to the Skies.
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y Our own Defires, tho' weak, fincere,
Our own Endeavours flood,
To' atone- for our Tranfgreflions here,
In Place of Jesu's Blood.
Alas for Us! we knew not then
His Blood and Righteoufnefs,
Thro' which alone the Soi\g of Men
May all be fav'd, by Grace.
CLXX.
HYMN III.
3 T"jU-T now, my gracious God, thy Love
n Hath taught me better Things:
My All is given me from above,
From Thee Salvation fprings.
Freely thy Love delights to fave,
And ranfoms without Price;
Mercy Thou wilt on Sinners have,
And not our Sacrifice.
Jesus for me the Wineprefs trod,
He paid our Debt alone,
He bought our Pardon with his Blood,
And did for A^l atone.
We Nothing think, or fpeak, or do*
Thy Favour to.procure:
But when my Heart believes Thee true,
The Grace to me is fure.
'Tis not of Him that wills or runs,
That labours or defires:
In Anfwer to my Saviour's Groans,
Thy Love my Breafl infpires :
The meritorious Caufe I fee,
That precious Blood Divine,
And I, fince Jesus died for me,
Shall live forever Thine.
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CLXXI. Thank/giving for Deliver-
ance from Pain.
GIVER of Life, and Strength renew'd,
I blefs thy Holn^Name, ALlu 's***
Heal'd by the Virtue of thy Blood
My Healer I proclaim.
Jesus, Thou canftavith equal Eafe
Pronounce my Sins forgiven,
And bid me rife, and go in Peace,.
And bear my Crofs to Heaven.
Thrown, as an ufelefs Veffel, by,.
A Lump of Pain I lay,-
My Saviour caft a pitying Eye,
And mov'd his Saints to pray:
The Prayer of Faith hath chas'd the Pain,.
Put all my Grief to flight,
And rais'd my feeble Flefh again,
And cloath'd my Soul with Might.
I now with all my Brethren join
To double Health reftor'd,
I glory in the Strength Divine,
I glory in the Lord.
The Strength Thou doft Thyfelf impart
I for Thyfelf employ,
And give Thee back a thankful Heart
Which taftes thy Gifts with Joy.
Take all my Heart, my Thanks, my Love;.
But O! my Friends repay,
Who brought the Blefling from above,
And fave them at That Day.
Ten thoufand, thoufand Bleflings fhower
On my Companions dear,
And keep them by thy Mercy's Power,
'Till Thou, our Life, appear.
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j Happy, might I obtain the Grace
My happier Friends to fee,
Adorn'd with Robes of Righteoufnefs,
And Palms of Victory!
Happy might I with Them be found,
The meaneft of the Throng,
And fing the glorious Throne around
Thine own eternal Song!
CLXXII. Thankfgiving for a Deli-
verance from Shipwreck,
1 ALL Praife to the Lord,
J~\_ Who rules with a Word
The untraftable Sea,
And limits its Rage by his ftedfaft Decree:
Whofe Providence binds,.
Or releafes the Winds,.
And compels them again
At his Beck to put on the Invihble Chain.
2 Even now He hath heard
Our Cry, and appear'd
On the Face of the Deep,
And commanded the Tempelt itsdiftance to keep
His Piloting Hand
Hath brought us to Land,
And no longer diftreft,
We are joyful again in the Haven to reit..
3 O that all Men would raife
His Tribute of Praife,
His Goodnefs declare,
And thankfully fmg of his Fatherly Care!
With Rapture approve
His Dealings of Love,
And the Wonders proclaim
Perferm'd by the Virtue of Jesus's Name!'
4' Thro' Jesus alone
He delivers His own,
And a Token doth fend [End:
That his Love lhall direft us, and fave to the
With Joy we embrace
The Pledge of his Grace,
In a Moment outfly
Thefe Storms of Affli&ion, and land in the Sky.
CLXXIII.
After Deliverance from 'Temptation..
GLORY, Honour, Thanks, and Praife
To Jesu's conquering Name!
Scarcely fav'd I am by Grace,
Yet fav'd by Grace I am;
Pluck'd from the Devourer's Teeth,
Lo! I lift my joyful Eyes,
From the Gates of Hell, and Death
To Life Eternal rife.
Yes, the Lion is once more
Defrauded of his Prey,
Though he thruft at me full fore,
lam not fall'n away;
Satan long'd my Soul to feize,
Would like. Wheat have fifted me,
Jesus pray'd, and kept me his,
And his I ftill lhall be.
He from Sin who. faved me now,.
Is ready ftill to fave.:
Jesus, at thy Feet I bow,
And Strength in Thee I have,.
Blefs Thee for my Trials paft,
Truft thy conftant Aid to prove,
All my Care, my Soul I call
On thy redeeming^ Love*
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4 Jesus, in thy Saving Name
I ftedfaftly believe,
All the Help I humbly claim,
Which Thou art rais'd to give:
Still into thy Bofom take,
O my Saviour, Brother, Friend,
Love me for thy Mercy's Sake,
And love me to the End.
CLXXIV. After a Deliverance from
Death by the Fall of an Houfe.
1 LORY and Thanks to God we give!!
\_J" Our Sacred Hairs are number'd all,
Not One, we find, without his Leave,
Not One unto the Ground can fall.
2 How bleft whom Jesus calls his own,
How quiet, and fecure from Harms!
The Adv'erfary caft us down,
The Saviour caught us in his Arms.
3 'Twas Jesus check'd his ftraitned Chain*
And curb'd the Malice of our Foe,
Allow'd to touch our Flefh with Pain,
No farther could the Murtherer go.
4 'Twas Jesus rais'd our Bodies up,
And ftronger by our Fall we ftand;
Our Life is hid with Christ our Hope,
Hid in the Hollow of his Hand,
^ We reft in his Prote&ion here;
But languilh for the Final Day,
When Christ Ihall in the Clouds appear,
And Heaven and Earth, fhall pafs away.
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6 The great Archangel's Trump fhall found,
(While twice ten thoufand Thunders roar)
Tear up the Graves, and cleave the Ground,
And make the greedy Sea reftore.
7 The greedy Sea fhall yield her Dead,
The Earth no more her Slain conceal,
Sinners fhall lift their guilty Head,
And fhrink to fee a yawning Hell.
8 But we who now our Lord confefs,
And faithful to the End endure,
Shall ftand in Jesu's Righteoufnefs,
Stand as the Rock of Ages fure.
9 We, while the Stars from Heaven fhall fall,
And Mountains are on Mountains hurl'd,
Shall ftand unmov'd amidft them all,
And fmile to fee a burning World.
10 See the celeftial Bodies roll
In Spires of Smoak beneath our Feet f
They fhrivel as a Parchment Scrowl!
The Elements melt with fervent Heat f
11 The Earth and all the Works therein
Diffolves by raging Flames deftroy'd,
While We furvey the awful Scene,.
And mount above the Fiery Void.
12 By Faith we now tranfcend the Skies,
And on that ruiri'd World look down,
By Love above all Height we rife,
And fhare the Everlafting Throne.
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CLXXV.
Written in going to Wakefield to anfwer a
Charge ofTreafon.
1 TESU, in This Hour be near,
J On thy Servants Side appear,
Lall'd thine Honour to maintain,
Help a feeble Child of Man.
2 Thou who at thy Creature's Bar,
Didft thy Deity declare,
Now my Mouth and Wifdom be,
Witnefs for Thyfelf in me.
3 Gladly before Rulers brought,
Free from Trouble as from Thought,
Let me Thee in Them revere,
Own thine awful Minilter.
4 All of Mine be caft afide,
Anger, Fear, and Guile, and Pride,
Only give me from above,
Simple Faith, and humble Love.
5 Set my Face, and fix my Heart,
Now the promis'd Power impart,
Meek, fubmiffive, and refign'd
Arm me with thy conftant Mind.
6 Let me trample on the Foe,
Conquering, and to conquer go,
'Till above his World I rife,
Judge th' Accufer in the Skies.
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CLXXVI. Afterwards.
WHO that trufted in the Lord
Was ever put to Shame?
Live, by Heaven and Earth ador'd,
Thou All victorious Lamb:
Thou haft magnified thy Power,
Thou in my Defence haft ftopd,
Kept my Soul in Danger's Hour,
And arm'd me with thy Blood.
Satan's Slaves againft me rofe,
And fought my Life to flay;
Thou haft baffled all my Foes,
And fpoil'd them of their Prey;
Thou haft caft th' Accufer down,
Haft maintain'd thy Servant's Right,
Made mine Innocency known,
And clearas Noonday-Light.
Evil to my Charge they laid,
And Crimes I never knew;
But my Lord the Snare difplay'd,
And drag'd the Fiend to view;
Glar'd his bold malicious Lie!
Satan, fhew thine Art again,
Hunt the pretious Life, and try,
To take my Soul invain.
Thou, my great Redeeming God,
My Jesus ftill art near,
Kept by Thee, nor fecret Fraud,
Nor open Force 1 fear;
Safe amidft the Snares of Death,
Guarded by the King of Kings,
Glad to live, and die beneath
The Shadow of thy Wings.
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CLXXVIII.
464
2 To Him our Requeft We now have made known,
Who fees what is beft For Each of his own:
Our heathenijh Care We caft it afide,
He heareth the Prayer, And God fhall provide.
3 The Modeft and Meek This Earth fhall pofTefs:
The Kingdom who feek Of Jesus's Grace,
That Power of his Spirit fhall joyfully own,
And all Things inherit In Virtue of One.
4 Whatever we need His Bounty fhall give,
And hallow the Bread We daily receive;
We live by his Bleffing (That Bread from above)
All Fulnefs pofTeffing In Jesus's Love.
Seek ye firji, the Kingdom c/God, and his Righ-
teoufnefsy and all thefe 'Things Jhall he added
unto you. Matt. vii. 33,
1 f lpHE Earth is the Lord's, And all it con-
^ tains,
The Truth of his Words Forever remains:
The Saints have a Mountain Of Bleffings in Him,
His Grace is the Fountain, His Peace is the
Stream.
CLXXIX.
On a Journey.
1 OAviour, Friend of loft Mankind,
ij Now thy Love we call to mind,
Us Thou haft in Mercy fought,
Us unto Thyfelf haft brought.
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2 Long, too long we went aftray,
Wanderers from the Narrow Way,
Down a broad Deftfu&ive Road,
Far from Peace, and far from God;
3 We the Paths of Death purfued
With the thoughtlefs Multitude,
Worldly Good was all our Aim,
Pleafure, Power, and Wealth, and Fame.
4 But thy tender Pity faw,
Stopp'd us by a Sacred Awe,
Us our fatal Error (hew'd,
Turn'd, and brought us back to God,
5 Walking in thy pleafant Ways,
Humbly ftill we fue for Grace,
Thy direfting Aid implore;
Never let us wander more:
Left again we ftart afide,
Lord, be Thou our conftant Guide,
Kindly take us by the Hand,
Lead us to the Promis'd Land.
CLXXX.
Another.
i /""> O M E All, whoe'er have fet
\^i Your Faces Sion-ward,
In Jesus let us meet,
And praife our Common Lord,
In Jesus let us ftill walk on,
'Till All appear before his Throne.
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We to our Country come,
To that Celeftial Hill,
The weary Pilgrim's Home,
The New Jerufalem above,
The Seat of Everlafting Love.
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All earthly Things we fcorn,
And to our high Abode
With Songs of Praife return,
From Strength to Strength we ftill proceed,
With Crowns of Joy upon our Head.
4 The Peace and Joy of Faith
We every Moment feel,
Redeem'd from Sin, and Wrath,
And Death, and Earth, and Hell,
We to our Father's Houfe repair,
To meet our Elder Brother there.
5 Our Brother, Saviour, Head,
Our All in All is He;
And in his Steps who tread,
W e foon his Face Ihall fee,
Shall fee Him with our Glorious Friends,
And then in Heaven our Journey ends.
CXXXI.
ANOTHER.
^(OME, let us anew
Our Journey purfue,
With Vigour arife,
And prefs to our Permanent Place in the Skies.
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2 Of Heavenly Birth,
Tho' wandring on Earth,
This is not our Place,
But Strangers and Pilgrims ourfelve6 we confefs.
3 At Jesus's Call
We gave up our AH ;
And ftill we forego
For Jesus's Sake our Enjoyments below.
4 No longing we find
For the Country behind,
But onward we move,
And ftill we are Peeking a Country above.
5 A Country of Joy
Without any Alloy,
We thither repair,
Our Heart, and our Treafure already are there.
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To Immanuel\ Land;
No Matter what Chear
We meet with on Earth; for Eternity's near.
7 The rougher our Way,
The fhorter our Stay,
The Troubles that come
Shall come to our Refcue, and haften us home.
8 The fiercer the Blaft*
The fooner 'tis paft,
The Tempcfts that rife
Shall glorioufly hurry our Souls to the Skies.
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CLXXXII.
At the Baptifm of Adults,
1 iOOME, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
^^1 Honour the Means Injoin'd by Thee,
Make good our Apollolic Boaft,
And own thy Glorious Miniftry.
2 We now thy Promis'd Prefence claim,.
Sent to difciple All Mankind,
Sent to baptize into thy Name:
We now thy Promis'd Prefence find.
3 Father in Thefe reveal thy Son,
In Thefe for whom we feek thy Face,
The hidden Myftery make known,
The Inward, Pure, Baptizing Grace.
4 Jesu, with Us Thou always art,
Effe&uate now the Sacred Sign,
The Gift Unfpeakableimpart,
And blefs thine Ordinance Divine.
5 Eternal Spirit, defcend from high,
Baptizer of our Spirits Thou,
The Sacramental Seal apply,
And witnefs with the Water Now.
6 Oh! that the Souls baptiz'd herein,
May now thy Truth and Mercy feel,
May rife, and walh away their Sin—
Come, Holy Ghost, their Pardon feal.
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CLXXXIII.
Another.
1 |7* Ather, Son, and Holy Ghost,
V In folemn Power come down,
Prefent with thy Heavenly Hoft
Thine Ordinance to crown:
See a finful Worm of Earth!
Blefs for Her the Laving Flood,
Plunge Her by a Second Birth
Into the Depths of God.
2 Let the Promis'd Inward Grace
Accompany the Sign,
On her new-born Soul imprefs
The glorious Name Divine:
Father, all thy Love reveal,
Jesus all thy Mind impart,
Holy Ghost, renew, and dwell
Forever in her Heart.
CLXXXIV.
Hymn for the Kingfwood Colliers.
1 X ET all Men rejoice By Jesus reftor'd!
1 j We lift up our Voice, And call Him Our
Lord,
His Joy is to blefs us, And free us from Thrall,
From all that opprefs us He refcues us all.
z Him Prophet, and King, and Prieft we proclaim,
We triumph, and fing of Jesus's Name:
Poor Idiots He teaches To (hew forth his Praife,
And tell of the Riches of Jesus's Grace.
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3 No Matter how dull The Scholar whom He
Takes into his School, And gives Him to fee:
A wonderful Falhion Of Teaching He hath,
And wife to Salvation He makes us thro' Faith.
4 The wayfaring Men, Tho' Fools, fhall not ftray,-
His Method io plain, So eafy his Way:
The Simpleft Believer His Promife may prove,
And drink of the River of Jesus's Love.
5 Poor Outcafts of Men Whofe Souls were defpifed.
And left with Difdain", By Jesus are prized;
His Gracious Creation In us He makes known,,
And brings us Salvation, And calls us His own.
CLXXXV.
Another.
1 "j\/TY Brethren belov'd, Your Calling ye fee:
J. tJL Jesus approv'd, No Goodnefs have
we:
No Riches or Merit, No Wifdom or Might,
But all Things inherit Thro' Jesus's Right.
2 Our God would not have One Reprobate die:
Who all Men would fave Hath no Man pafs'd by:
His boundlefs Compaffion On Sinners doth call;
He offers Salvation Thro' Mercy to All.
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And Great ones defpife So Vulgar a Way;
And Strong ones will never Their Helplefnefs
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Or ftoop to find Favour Thro' Mercy alone.
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And therefore our God The Outcafts hath chofe
His Righteoufnefs flietv'd To Heathen like us:
When Wife ones rejected His Offers of Grace,
His Goodnefs eleited The Fooliih and Bafe.
To baffle the Wife, and Noble, and Strong,
He bad us arife, An impotent Throng:
Poor ignorant Wretches We gladly imbrace
A Prophet that teaches Salvation by Grace.
The Things that were not His Mercy bids live:
His Mercy unbought We freely receive,
His Gracious Compaflion We thankfully prove,
And all our Salvation Afcribe to his Love.
CLXXXVI.
The Phyjician's Hymn.
PHysxcian, Friend of Human-kind,
Whofe Pitying Love is pleas'd to find
A Cure for every 111;
By Thee rais'd up, by Thee beftow'd
To do my Fellow Creatures Good,
I come to ferve thy Will.
I come, not like the fordid Herd,
Who mad for Honour, or Reward,
Abufe the Healing Art:
Nor Third: of Praife, nor Lull of Gain,
But kind Concern at Human Pain,
And Love conffrains my Heart.
On Thee I fix my fingle Eye,
Thee only feek to glorify,
And make thy Goodnefs known,
Refolv'd if Thou my Labours blefs,
To give Thee back my whole Succefs,
To praife my God alone.
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4 The Friendly Properties that flow,
Thro' Nature's various Works, I know
The Fountain whence they came,
And every Plant, and every Flower
Medicinal derives its Power
From Jesus' Balmy Name.
5 Confiding in that Name alone,
Jesus, I in thy Work go on,
To tend thy Sick and Poor,
Difpenfer of thy Med'cines I;
But Thou, the Blefling muft fupply,.
But Thou muft give the Cure.
6 For this I humbly wait on Thee;.
The Servant of thy Servants fee
Devoted to thy Will,
Determin'd in thy Steps to go,
And help the fickly Sons of Woe,
Who groan thy Help to feel.
7 Afflifted by thy gracious Hand,
They now may juftly all demand
My Inftrumental Care;
Thy Patients, Lord, (hall ftill be mine;-.
And to my weak Attempts I join
My ftrong effectual Prayer.
8 O while Thou giv'ft their Bodies Eafe,
Convince them of their worft Difeafe,
The Sicknefs of the Mind,
And let them groan by Sin oppreft,
Till Coming unto Thee for Reft,
Reft to their Souls they find.
o With Thefe, and every fin-fick Soul,
I come Myfelf to be made whole,
And wait the Sovereign Word;
Thou canft, I know, Thou dojl forgive:
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But let me without Sinning live,
To perfedl Love reftor'd.
Myfelf, alas, I cannot heal,
But Thou fhalt every Seed expel
Of Sin out of my Heart,
Thine utmoft faving Health difplay,
And purge my Inbred Plague away,
And make me as Thou art.
'Till then in thy bleft Hands I am,
And ftill in Faith the Grace I claim
To all Believers given :
Perfect the Cure in me begun,
And when my Work on Earth is done,
Receive me up to Heaven.
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An Hymn for a Mother.
FATHER of All, whofe Sovereign Will
Hath calPd thy Servant to fulfil
The fofter Parent's Part,
With Gifts and Gra.ces from above,
With calmeft Care, and wifeft Love
Inftrudt my fimple Heart.
Oh! may I every Moment fee
The End for which alone to me
Thou haft my Children given,
A bleffed Inftrument Divine
Thro1 Thee to make, and keep them Thine,
And train them up for Heaven.
My Firft Concern their Souls to rear,
And principled with godly Fear
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In Virtue's Paths to lead,
The Hunger after Thee t' excite,
And ftir them up with all their Might
To feek the Living Bread.
4 Be this dear Lord, my Chief Delire,
That every Child may ftill afpire
To thofe pure Joys above,
Lay up their Heart and Treafure there.
Content on Earth with Marys Share,
And bleft in jEsus Love.
5 If anxious here for their Succels,
A Momentary Happinefs
I labour to fecure,
How lhould it all my Powers engage
Their never failing Heritage
Their endtefs Blifs t' infure?
6 If for their Bodies I provide,
And from the flighted. Suffering hide
The Suckling on my Knee,
Shall I by my Negledt expofe
Their dearer Souls to fearful Woes
Thro' all Eternity ?
7 Shall I the haughty Wifh inftill,
Or give them up to their own Will,
And every vain Defire ?
As kind the Pagan Parent was,
Who made his Sons and Daughters pafs
To Mo lock thro' the Fire.
8 Expos'd in this bleak Wildernefs
To pining Want or fad Diftrefs
Could 1 my Offspring fee ?
Could I the heavier Burthen bear
To fee them void of facred Care,
And loft for Want of Thee ?
Thouo
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9 Thou, Lord, the fatal 111 prevent,
And guard whom Thou to me haft lent,
And guide them by thine Eye j
Convert—or to Thyfelf receive,
And let them to thy Glory live,
Or Innocently die!
CLXXXVIII.
For an Unconverted Child.
a fg "\H o u G o d, that hearft the whifper'd Prayen,
Regard a mournful IVi other's Care
For her poor thoughtlefs Son:
Anxious, diftreft, Thou knowft I live,
And ftill in fecret Places grieve
For Follies not my own.
2 Can I my own dear Child forget,
Or fee without the laft Regret
His wild diforder'd Ways,
His Enmity to Things Divine,
His League with Hell, his Feafts with Swine,
His total Want of Grace ?
3 Son of my Womb, to Evil fold,
Him I with ftreaming Eyes behold
Intirely dead to Thee,
Carelefs, fecure on Tophef s Brink,
Ready with all his Sins to link
Into Eternity.
4 But will his defperate Madnefs go
Self doom'd to Everlafting Woe,
Content, infenfibl. ?
What Heart can bear the dreadful Thought ?
And have I into Being brought,
And borne a Child for Hell!
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Forbid it, O moft gracious God !
With Pity fee Him in his Blood,
For Jesus fake alone,
Regard my endlefs Griefs and Fears,
Nor let the Son of all thefe Tears
Be finally undone.
Fulfil at laft my Heart's Defire,
And pluck the Brand out of the Fire,
And fave Him by thy Grace,
So fhall 1 manifeft thy Name,
With All I have, and All I am,
Devoted to thy Praife.
My Son I will to Thee reftore,
And anxious for the World no more,
Caft all my Care on Thee,
I and my Houfe will ferve the Lord,
And wait, obedient to thy Word,
Thy Glorious Face to fee.
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The True Ufe of MusicK.
LIsted into the Caufe of Sin,
Why fhould a Good be Evil?
Mufick, alas! too long has been
Preft to obey the Devil:
Drunken, or lewd, or light the Lay
Flow'd to the Soul's Undoing*
Widen'd, and flrew'd with Flowers the Way
Down to Eternal Ruin.
Who on the Part of God will rife,
Innocent Sound recover,
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Fly on the Prey, and take the Prize,
Plunder the Carnal Lover,
Strip him of every moving Strain,
Every melting Meafure,
Mufick in Virtue's Caufe retain,
Refcue the Holy Pleafiure?"
3 Come let us try if Jesu's Love
Will not as well infpire us:
This is the Theme of Thofe above,
This upon Earth fhall fire us.
Say, if your Hearts are tun'd to ling,
Is there a Subjeft greater?
Harmony all its Strains may bring,
Jesus's Name is fweeter.
4 Jesus the Soul of Mufick is;
His is the Nobleft Paffion.:
Jesus's Name is Joy and Peace,
Happinefs and Salvation:
Jesus's Name the Dead can raife,
Shew us our Sins forgiven,
Fill us with all the Life of Grace,
Carry us up to Heaven.
5 Who hath a Right like Us to fing,
Us whom his Mercy raifes ?
Merry our Hearts, for Christ is King,
Chearful are all our Faces:
Who of his Love doth once partake
He evermore rejoices:
Melody in our Hearts we make,
Melody with our Voices.
6 He that a fprinkled Confidence hath,
He that in God is merry,
Let him fing Pfialms, the Spirit faith,
Joyful, and never weary,
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Offer the Sacrifice of Praife,
Hearty, and never ceafing,
Spiritual Songs and Anthems raife,
Honour, and Thanks, and Blefiing.
7 Then let us in his Praifes join,
Triumph in his Salvation,
Glory afcribe to Love Divine,.
Worfhip, and Adoration:
Heaven already is begunj
Open'd in Each Believer ;
Only believe, and ftill fing on,
Heaven is Ours forever.
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I 'will fing nmth the Spirit, and I 'will fing <witb
the Underfianding alfo, i Cor. xiv. 15.
1 tESUS, Thou Soul of all our Joys,
I For whom we now lift up our Voice,
And all our Strength exert,
Vouchfafe the Grace we humbly claim,
Compofe into a Thankful Frame,
And tune thy People's Heart.
2 While in the Heavenly Work we join,.
Thy Glory be our fole Defign,
Thy Glory, not our own:
Still let us keep our End in view,
And ftill the Pleafing Talk purfue,
To pleafe our God alone.
3 The fecret Pride, the fubtle Sin
Oh! let it never more Ileal in,
T' offend thy glorious Eyes,
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To defecrate our hallow'd Strain,
And make our folemn Service vain,
And mar our Sacrifice.
+ To magnify thy awful Name,
To fpread the Honours of the Lamb,
Let us our Voices raife,
Our Souls and Bodies Powers unite,
Regardlefs of our own Delight,
And dead to Human Praife.
5 Still let us on our Guard be found,
And watch againil the Power of Sound,
With facred Jealoufy;
Left haply S'enfe fhould damp our Zeal,
And Mufick's Charms bewitch and Ileal
Our Heart away from Thee.
6 That hurrying Strife far off remove,
That noify Burft of Selfifh Love,
Which fwells the Formal Song;
The Joy from out our Heart arife,
And fpeak, and fparkle in our Eyes,
And vibrate on our Tongue.
7 Thee let us praife our Common Lord,
And fweetly join with one Accord,
Thy Goodnefs to proclaim:
Jesus, Thyfelf in us reveal,
And all our Faculties fhall feel
Thine harmonizing Name.
8 With calmly reverential Joy
We then fhall all our Lives employ
In letting forth thy Love,
And raife in Death our Triumph higher,.
And fing with all the Heavenly Choir
That endlefs Song Above.
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On his Birth-day...
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1 \ WAY with my Fears!
d\. The glad Morning appears,.
When an Heir of Salvation was born!
From Jehovah I came,
For his Glory I am,
And to Him I with finging return,
2 No grievous Alloy
Shall diminilh the Joy-
J to Day from my Maker receive:
'Tis my Duty to praife
His unfpeakable Grace,
And exulting in Jesus to live.
3 Thy Jesus alone
The Fountain I own
Gf my Life and Felicity here,
And chearfully fing
My Redeemer and King,
'Till his Sign in the Heavens appear,
4 With Thanks I rejoice
In thy Fatherly Choice
Gf my State and Condition below;
If of Parents I came,
Who honour'd thy Name,
'Twas thy Wifdom appointed it-fa.
5 I fing of thy Grace
From mv earlieft Davs
From my earlieft Days
Ever near to Allure, and Defend :
Hitherto Thou haft been
My Preferver from Sin,
And I know Thou wilt fave to the End,
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6 Oh'! the infinite Cares,
And Temptations, and Snares
Thy Hand hath conduced me thro'!
Oh! the Bleflings beftow'd
By a bountiful God,
And the Mercies eternally New!
What a Mercy is This,
What an Heaven of Blifs!
How unfpeakably Happy am I,
Gather'd into the Fold,
With thy People inroll'd,
With thy People to live, and to die!
8 How rich in the Friends
Thy Providence fends
To help my Infirmity on!
What a Number I fee,
Who could fuffer for me,
And ranfom my Life with their own.!
Oh! the Goodnefs of God
Imploying a Clod
His Tribute of Glory to raife!
His Standard to bear,
And with Triumph declare
His unfearchable Riches of Grace!
10 Oh! the fathomlefs Love, k
That has deign'd to approve,
And profper the Work of my Hands!
With my Paftoral Crook
I went over the Brook,
And behold! I am fpread into Bands.
11 Who, I alk, in Amaze,
Hath begotten me Thefe?
And inquire, from what Quarter they came?
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My full Heart it replies
They are born from the Skies,
And gives Glory to God, and the Lamb.
12 All Honour, and Praife
To the Father of Grace,
To the Spirit, and Son I return,
The Bulinefs puifue
He hath made me to do,
And rejoice, that I ever was born.
13 In a Rapture of Joy
My Life I employ,
The God of my Life to proclaim :
'Tis worth living for This,
T o adminifter Blifs,
And Salvation in Jesus's Name.
14 My Remnant of Days
I fpend in his Praife
Who died the whole World to redeem;
Be they many, or few,
My Days are his Due,
And they all are Devoted to Him.
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H ymns for Chriftian Friends,
Friendship Divine! thy Praife I ling,
Defcendant of the Heavenly King,
Thou faireft of th' Angelic Kind,
Thou Copy of the Perfect Mind,
lndulg'd poor Mortals from above,
To teach our Hearts that God is Love.
Thee,
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2 Thee, thine Ally, the heav'n-born Mufe
Throughout this lower World purfues,
Thy lovely Lineaments to trace,
And point Thee to the Fallen Race,
If haply fome thy Charms may fee,
And Paradife Regain'd in Thee.
3^ But who on Earth with Thee is bled,
And where doth facred Friendfhip reft?
Shall we to Palaces repair ?
Alas! thy Name alone is there,
Thou canft not dwell with Polifh'd Art,
Or harbour in a felfifh Heart.
4 Thou never didft the Wicked join,
Or caft thy Pearls to Worldly Swine,
Howe'er they touch with Lips prophane,
And take thy hallow'd Name in vain:
Who will not to their Maker bend,
" Who fear no God can love no Friend.
5 Seldom alas! thy filken Cord
Hath bound a Subjett to his Lord :
For how can Contraries be join'd,
An humble with an haughty Mind,
Or Two fo different in Degree,
Defcend, arife, and meet in Thee ?
6 Falfely to Thee the Great pretend,
Not all their Gold can buy a Friend,
Who fancy Thee their eafy Spoil,
Attrafted by an high born Smile:
Thou wilt not yield thy Treafures up,
To crown their Impudence of Hope.
7 Thee to procure how fond their Boaft!
The Beggars cannot bear the Coft:
Nor will.the flatter'd Worms fubmit
To lay their Honour at thy Feet,
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Give up their Life, to Friendlhip's Claim,
Or facrifice their Dearer Fame.
8 Strangers to Truth, how can it be,
That fuch Ihould bear it all from Thee?
And therefore baniih'd from their Sight,
Thou takft thine everlafting Flight,
Nor ftoopft again to Souls fo mean,
When Pride has fixt the Gulph between..
9 Far from the World thy calm Retreat,
The Needy Rich, and Vulgar Great,
Who mourn their Impotence of Power,
And want Relief amidft their Store,
For thy Support the Wretches iigh,
And pine undone for Love's Supply.
10 Poor is the Man by Slaves ador'd,
Of kneeling Worlds the friendlefs LordC
A thoufand barter'd Worlds t' obtain
The Bleffing of a Friend, were Gains,.
Yet None the Bleffing can beftow,
But He who died to fave his Foe.
1 That happy Man whom Jesus loves,
And with peculiar Smiles approves,
On Him the Angel fhall deicend,
And God ftiall blefs him with a Friend,
To none but Choi en Veffels given,
Thofe higheft Favourites of Heaven.
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HYMN II.
FOOLISH World, who canft not find
Friendlhip in a Chrijiian Mind!
« Where.
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"£ Where the Heart fo many Share,
No Peculiar Love is there:1'
Idly doth thy Malice rage,
Baffled by the Sacred Page,
Vainly would thy Maxims prove
God Incapable of Love.
z God of All-redeeming Grace,.
Hath He not his Chofen Race ?
Dare ye hence his Love deny,
Feign He pafs'd One Sinner by ?
Some if He hath doubly bled,
Hath He therefore curs'd the reft ?
No, like Rain his Bleflings fall,
Loving is our God to AIL
y Taught of God, like Him we love
All to whom his Bowels move j
Pity, and Good-Will we find
To the whole of Human Kind:
But the Saints, who walk in white,.
Thefe are all our Soul's Delight,
Thefe we feek, in Thefe we reft,
Moft deiire, and love the beft.
4 Yet of Thefe if God's Decree
Single out a Soul for me,
Give me- to his tendered: Care,
Bid Him all my Burthens bear,
Each for Each if Jesus ufe,
Shall we dare the Grace refufe ?
Shall we not the Bleffing own,
Glad that all his Will is done?.
5 Is it not his Will to join
Spirits in a Bond Divine,
Knit in Friendlhip's clofeft Tie,
Each with Each to live and die?
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Did He not infpire, approve
Jonathan and David's Love ?
Had not God his Fav'rite One,
Jesus his Beloved John?
6 Happy Soul, above the reft!
Leaning on thy Saviour's Breaft,
Thou the dear Difciple art,
Ever clofeft to his Heart,
Thou doft all his Secrets know,
Choiceft of his Friends below,
Call'd peculiarly to prove
Christ is God, and God is Love!
7 Jesu, Lover of Mankind,
Grant me thy Extenfive Mind,
Head of the Believing Race,
Give me thy Peculiar Grace,
Give it to my deareft Friend,
Make him faithful to the End,
Root, and 'ftablilh him in Thee,
Save my Other Self, and me.
8 Let it in our Souls be feen
Thy Unbounded Love to Men,
Shew in Us how Good Thou art,
Stamp thy Image on our Heart,
Call us out thy Witnefles,
Bid us all thy Life exprefs,
All the Happinefs above,
All the Heighth of Chrijiian Love.
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HYMN III.
FAther, at thy Footftool fee
Two who now are One in Thee,
Draw
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Draw us by thy Grace alone,
Give, O give us to thy Son.
2 Jesus, Friend of Humankind,
Let us in thy Name be join'd,
Each to Each unite and blefs,
Keep us ftill in perfedt Peace.
3 Heavenly, All alluring Dove,
Shed thine over-fhadowing Love,
Love, the Sealing Grace impart,
Dwell within our Single Heart.
4 Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
Be to us what Adam loft,
Let us in thy Image rife,
Give us back our Paradife.
-5 Made like the firft happy Pair,
Let us here thy Nature lhare,
Holy, pure, and perfe<ft be,
Tranfcript of the Trinity.
<5 Foremoft of created Things,
Neareft the great King of Kings,
Standing as at hrft we ftood,
Made a little lefs than God !
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HYMN IV.
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AUthor of Friendfhip's Sacred Tie,
Regard us with a gracious Eye,
Two Souls whom Thou haft join'd in One,
Join'd by the Unftion from above
In Ponds of pure Seraphic Love,
United in thy Love alone.
Searcher
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Searcher of Hearts unfearchable,
To Thee, great God, we dare appeal,
To Thee we dare our Caufe commend;
Thou knowft our Simplenefs of Heart,
And as Thou didft the Grace impart,
O keep us, keep us to the End.
2 Our Friendlhip fandlify, and guide,
Unmixt with Selfilhnefs, and Pride,
Thy Glory be our Single Aim:
In all our Intercourle below
Still let us in thy Footfteps go,
And never meet but in thy Name.
Fix on Thyfelf our Single Eye;
Oh! may we on Thyfelf rely
For all the Help which Each conveys,
The Help as from thy Hands receive,
And ftill to Thee all Glory give,
All Thanks, all Might, all Love, all Praife.
3 Whate'er Thou doll on One bellow,
Let Each the doubled Bleffing know.
Let Each the common Burthen bear,
In Comforts, and in Griefs agree,
And wrellle for his Friend with Thee
In all th' Omnipotence of Prayer.
Our mutual Prayer accept, and feal,
In both thy glorious Self reveal,
Both with the Fire of Love baptize;
Thy Kingdom in our Souls rellore,
And keep, 'till we can fin no more,
'Till both in all thy Image rife.
4 Witnefies of th' all-cleanfing Blood,
Long may we work the Works of God,
And do thy Will like Thofe above,
Together fpread the Gofpel-Sound,
And fcatter Peace on All around,
And Joy, and Happinefs, and Love.
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True Yoke-fellows, by Love compell'd
To labour in the Gofpel-Field,
Our All let us delight to fpend
In gathering in thy Lambs and Sheep,
Aflur'd that Thou our Souls wilt keep,
Wilt keep us faithful to the End.
5 And if it be thy Sovereign Will,
Jesus, our Hearts Defire fulfil,
Thou knowft, dear Lord, what we would fay:
To Thee the Matter we'fubmit,
But if thy Wifdom deems it fit,
Oh! call us both at once away.
Let both at once the Summons hear,
And blefs the welcome Meflenger,
The Angel of thy lateft Grace :
Let both at once our Souls refign
Into thofe Gracious Hands of Thine,
And fee at once thy Glorious Face.
6 In Thee together let us die,
Together mount above the Sky,
Smooth-wafted on the Angel's Wings,
Together take the ftarry Crown,
And fit with Thee triumphant down,
AfTeffors of the King of Kings;
Together on thy Fulnefs feaft,
In Thee, and in each other bleft,
The Social Joys of Heaven improve,
Sing the New Song which ne'er ihall end,
And jointly in thy Praifes fpend
An everlafting Age of Love.
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HYMN V.
1 "TJ^ATHER of Lights, to Thee I lift
J/ My humbly thankful Heart and Eyes,
Giver of every perfect Gift,
Accept my grateful Sacrifice ;
I own thy Mercies never end:
0 God, I blefs Thee for my Friend.
2 Thou only didft the Gift beftow,
Thou knowft it came wifought from Thee:
Thy Will appointed Him to go,
And comfort One in Mifery,
In all my Griefs to claim his Part,
And bear me on his faithful Heart.
3 Thou only didft our Spirits join
In Bonds of everlafting Love:
1 own, and blefs the Work Divine,
The Work of thy defcending Dove;
From Heaven He fuddenly came down,
And made our Souls for ever One.
4 Hovering o'er both his Wings He fpread,
And breath'd his Love into our Breaft,
The Ground of Heavenly Friendlhip laid,
And each to each He fweetly blell,
He knit th' indiffoluble Tie,
And with That Soul I live, and die.
5 My Firft of Comforts here below,
My Chief of all created Good,
Thro' Him the Grace I furely know
On me, for Jesus Sake, beftow'd,
Receive the Bleffing from above,
And fee my Lord's Refle&ed Love;
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6 The Gon cf LCVS h»± iCUCil'd his Bread,
And fill'd with fofted Sympathy,
With Pity not to be expred,
Pity for fuch a Worm as me:
He loves me by Myfelf abhor'd,
Loves in the Bowed of my Lord.
7 Prefent in Spirit, howe'er disjoined
In Flelh, He carries me to God,
Supports my Feeblenefs of Mind,
And more than lhares my Nature's Load,
He mentions me in all his Prayers,
In Faith's Almighty Arms He bears.
S When weary oft I fainf, and droop,
And Amaleky prevails in Fight,
My Hands He, under God, lifts tip,
And prays me drong in Jesu's Might;
His Prayer my finking Spirit days,
And arms the Minider of Grace.
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9 Snatch'd from ten thoufand Snares I prove
The Power Divine that fet me free:
The Channel of thy Grace I love,
But give the Glory all to Thee:
Thou, Father, Thou the Work had done;
Ador'd be thy great Name alone.
so I dare not, Lord, the Gift refufe,
The Gift, howe'er transfer'd, is Thine:
If Thou voucjifafe a Worm to ufe,
I blefs the Ordinance Divine,
And at thy Hand the Grace receive,
Which God, and only God, can give.
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HYMN VI.
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1 T?Ountain of Good, from Thee alone
Our every Gift and Comfort flows,
Whate'er we fondly call our own
Thy freely ftreaming Grace beftows,
Thy Bleffings all thro' Christ defcend,
Our Heavenly and eternal Friend.
2 Meaneft of all thy Sons, on me,
On me Thou haft a Gift beftow'd,
Dearer than Life, or Liberty,
And only lefs belov'd than God,
I take the Friend thy Grace has given,
And blefs him, 'till we meet in Heaven.
3 Thither He ftill points out my Way,
And arms my Soul with mighty Prayers,
Stands by me in the evil Day,
And all my Griefs and Burthens bears,
Bleft Minifter of Grace Divine;
But all the Glory, Lord, is Thine.
4 Thou only doft the Power transfer,
Thro' which a Worm fupports the Weak,
Thou only doft my Spirit chear
By Words which He receives to fpeak;
Thy fecret Hand in all I fee,
And render all the Praife to Thee.
5 What tho' my every lucid Hour,
My every Comfort here below,
My All of Hope, or Peace, or Power
Thro' this, this only, Channel flow,
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The Help which on our Earth is done
Thou dbft it, Lord, and Thou alone.
6 Thou didlt at firfl; the Grace impart,
The tender Charity Divine,
Will'd him to bear me on his Heart,
And love me with a Love like Thine,
Pure heavenly Love, on Earth unknown,
A Stream that iflfues from thy Throne.
7 And can I, deareft Lord, not love
A Soul Thyfelf indear'ft to me ?
So like the bleffed Spirits above,
So reftlefs to be all like Thee,
So long defir'd, fo late beftow'd,
So honour'd, and belov'd of God !
8 But (for I know my wretched Heart
Would ftill thy nobleft Gifts abufe)
A fecond Benefit impart,
And grant me Grace thy Grace to ufe,
From all the Drofs of Nature free,
Give me to love that Soul for Thee.
9 O may I never, never feek
My own Delight, my own Applaufe,
Ready thy Gifts to render back,
To nail my lfaac to the Crofs,
My All of Comfort to refign,
And fay, Thy Will be done, not mine.
io Refrain my Soul, and keep it low,
Wean'd as a Child from Creature-good,
Thee, only Thee, refolv'd to know,
My Jesus, and,thy fprrnkled Blood:
All other Comforts I difdain,
And more than All in Thee I gain.
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I What are thy Gifts, compar'd to Thge!
A Beam from that bright-finning Sun,
A Drop from that unfatnom'd Sea!
Fountain of Life, and Love unknown,
Into thy Depths, O God, I fall:
O God, Thou art mine All in All.
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HYMN YII.
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1 QEE, Jesu, fee that much lov'd Soul,
Eor whom thy pretious Life was given,
Hade to renew, and make him whole,
And fill him now with all thy Heaven.
2 Now, Saviour, now (if after God
I afk) the Second Gift impart,
And died thy glorious Love abroad,
And give him the pure fihlefs Heart.
3 Remove the Stumbling-block within,
The Poflible Offence remove,
Say to his Soul, " Thou Canft not fin,
Forever lav'd by perfed Love."
4 Anfwer on Him Thine own Requeft,
Anfwer in Us thy Spirit's Groan,
Speak Him into thy People's Reft,
And tell his inmoft Soul 'Tis done ?
5 When Inbred Sin is all deftroy'd,
Long let him here thy Witnefs live,
In Love's Angelic Talk employ'd,
And free what He receives to give.
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6 Greateft of All O let him be,
And ever in thy Footfteps go,
And gladly minifter to Thee,
A Servant of thy Church below.
7 Let him thro' thine Almighty Name
A Father in our lfrael rife,
Cherilh the Followers of the Lamb,
And nurfe them 'till they reach the Skies.
8 Thus may He ftill his Faith approve,
And make the Lambs his tendereft Care,
The Little ones that lifp thy Love
Delighted in his Arms to bear.
9 Jesu, fulfil his Heart's Defire,
And gather in thy Lambs and Sheep,
Bid them into thy Fold retire,
And far from Sin and Danger keep.
10 Far from the World A Place provide,
Ev'n in this howling Wildernefs,
And in thy Sandtuary hide
The Veffels of thy perfect Grace.
11 Who the good Fight of Faith have fought,
And found The Love that cafts our Fear,
Within the facred Verge be brought,
And reft from all their Labours here.
12 In Anfwer to thy Spirit's Prayer
Now let the Polifh'd Pillars rife,
Firm as the Throne of God, and bear
Thy Glorious Temple to the Skies.
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HYMN VIII.
j S~\ Thou whofe fpecial Grace
Did kindly condefcend
Of all the Chofen Race
To fingle out a Friend,
To Ihower on Him above the reft,
Thy richeft Favours down,
And prefs him clofeft to thy Ereaft
Thy beft-beloved John !
2 I lift my Heart to Thee,
To Thee, who khowft the whole,
Its deareft Amity
For One Diftinguiih'd Soul:
The foft unutterable Love
Wherewith I One embrace
With gracious Sm,ilesib£hold, approve,
And turn it to thy, Praife.
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3 To Thee, and thy great Name
My, whole Affection turn,
And let the hallow'd Flame
For thy pure Glory burn;
From all idolatrous Excels,
From Earthly Drofs refine,
And on my fimple Heart imprefs
The Character Divine.
4 No more may I provoke
My God to jealoufy,
Or to thy Creature look
For what proceeds from Thee:
Fountain of Life, and Joy, add Peace
Thee may I always own,
And find my Total Happinefs,
Laid up in God alone.
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5 My All of Comfort here,
Whoe'er the Grace tranfmlt,
To Thee may I refer,
And worlhip at thy Feet,
From Thee may I my Partner take
4That Pretious Loan of Thine)
And wait thy Call to give him back,
And blefs the Name Divine.
6 On Thee, my God, on Thee
Alone would I depend,
And tafte thy Love, and fee
Thy Image, in my Friend,
My Bofom-Friend at thy Demand
I promife to reftore;
But let us meet at thy Right-hand,
And praife Thee evermore!
CXCIX.
HVMN IX.
1 ▼ E S U S, with kindeft Pity fee
J Two Souls that would be One in Thee,
If now Accepted in thy Sight,
Thou doft our upright Hearts unite,
Allow us, while on Earth to prove,
The nobleft Joys of Heavenly Love.
2 Before thy glorious Eyes we fpread
The Wilh which doth from Thee proceed,
Our Love from Earthly Drofs refine,
Holy, Angelical, Divine
Thee let it its great Author lhew,
And back to the pure Fountain flow.
3 A Drop of that unbounded Sea-
O God, reforb it into Thee,
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While both our Souls with reftlefs Strife
Spring up into Eternal Life,
And loft in endlefs Raptures prove
Thy whole Immenfity of Love.
4 A Spark of that Etherial Fire,
Stih let it to its Source afpire,
To Thee in every Wdh return,
Intenfely for thy Glory burn,
With both our Souls fly up to Thee,
And blaze thro' all Eternity!
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HYMN X.
.! T\/T Y Jesus, my All,
jLVJL Thy Name I confefs,
My Freedom in Thrall,
My Help in Diftrefs,
Thy boundlefs Compaffion
The Cordial did fend,
The ftrong Confolation
Convey'd in a Friend.
2 The Hallow'd Delight
With Thanks I receive,
And give Thee thy Right,
In Praifes I give:
The Blifs-giving Power
And Glory be Thine,
The plentiful Shower
Of Bleflings is mine.
3 I now on the Scale
Of Friendfhip arife,
The Kingdom aflail,
And prefs to the Skies,
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To Joys never ending
My Comforts improve,
Prom Earthly afcending
To Heavenly Love.
Thy Goodnefs I tafte,
Thy Goodnefs proclaim,
And joyfully hafte
To fup with the Lambj
Together invited
Our Lord wepurfue,
With Vigour united
We fight our Way thro'.
Caught up in the Air
I Toon fhall afcend,
The Kingdom to Ihare
With Thee and my Friend,
(On Earth, to Each other,
In Heaven, well known)
And I with my Brother
Shall fit on thy Throne.
CCI.
HYMN XI.
WH AT fhall I do my God to love,
Who pours his Blefiings from above,
And Comforts without End!
Let all my grateful Soul embrace
His rich ineftimable Grace
Vouchfaf'd me in a Friend.
My Former Friend (forever dear,
Forever mention'd with a Tear)
Did long ago depart:
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On Honour's Fatal Gilboa
He vilely call; his Shield away,
And broke my faithful Heart.
3 But lo! when Jonathan was dead,
I found an Hu/hai in his Stead,
Reftorer of my Peace,
A Friend in all my Conflidls tried,
Who never parted from my Side,
Or left me in Diftrefs.
4 A Minifter of Heavenly Love,
In Paths that tend to Joys above
My Shining Pattern treads:
He meets me ftill in Jesu's Name,
And back to Him from whom He came,
My thankful Spirit leads.
5 Friend of my Soul, its Griefs He lhares,
Confirms my Hands by mighty Prayers,
And props my feeble Knees;
On Earth He helps me to look down,
And bids me feize with Him the Crown
Of Life, and Righieoufnefs.
6 Oh! might I rife by Love reftor'd,
And following Him, as He his Lord,
Thefe Storms of Care outfly,
This Cloudy Atmofphere tranfcend,
And claim, and grafp my happy Friend
In purer Worlds on high!
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The Objeft of my Love:
The Love, wherewith my Heart runs o'er,
I dare to Thee prefent,
Thine All-indulging Grace adore,
And blefs thine Inflrument.
2 My Gifts and Comforts all, I know,
From Thee alone defcend;
Thou only cou'dlt on me bellow
So true, and kind a Friend.
Call in one Mould by Art Divine
Our blended Souls agree,
And pair'd above our Spirits join
In Sacred Harmony.
3 As fent, to blefs me, from above
Thy Creature I receive,
To turn my utmoll Strength of Love
On Him for whom I live;
To raife, and help my Weaknefs on,
Th' Angelic Power is given,
He comes in Human Form fent down,
And guards my Soul to Heaven.
4 Thankful from thy bleft Hands I take
Th' Inellimable Loan,
And Hand prepar'd to give Him back,
To render Thee Thine own:
I dare not to thy Creature cleave,
Thy Creature, Lord, recall,
Thy Glory Hill to Thee I give,
That Thou art All in All.
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1 We feek thy Perfeft Way,
Ready thy Choice t'approve,
Thy Providence t' obey,
Enter into thy wife Defign,
And fweetly lofe o-ur Will in Thine.
2 Why haft Thou caft our Lot
In the fame Age and Place,
Or why together brought
To fee Each other's Face,
To join with fofteft Sympathy,
And mix our friendly Souls in Thee ?
3 Didft Thou not make us One,
That Both might One remain,
Together travel on,
And bear each other's Pain,
'Till Both Thine utmoft Goodnefs prove,.
And rife renew'd in perfett Love.
4 Surely Thou didft unite
Our kindred Spirits here,
That Both hereafter might
Before thy Throne appear,
Meet at the Marriage of the Lamb,
And all thy Glorious Love proclaim.
5 Then let us ever bear
The blefied End in view,
And join with mutual Care
To fight our Paffage thro',,
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'Till Both receive the Starry Crown.
6 O might thy Spirit feal
Our Souls unto That Day,
With all thy Fulnefs fill,
And then tranfport away,
Away to our Eternal Reft,
Away to our Redeemer's Breaft.
7 There, only there we fhall
Fulfil thy great Defign,
And in thy Praife with all
Our Elder Brethren join,
And hymn in Songs which never end
Our Heavenly Everlafting Friend.
CCIV.
HYMN XIV.
t /^lOME, let us arife,
And prefs to the Skies,
The Summons obey,
My Friend, my Beloved, and haften awayf
The Mafter of All
For our Service doth call,
And deigns to approve
* With Smiles of Acceptance our Labour of Love.
2 His Burthen who bear,
We alone can declare
How eafy his Yoke, [provoke :
While .to Love, and Good Works we Each other
By Word and by Deed,
The Bodies in Need,
The Souls to relieve,
And freely as Jesus hatk given to give.
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3 Then let us attend
Our Heavenly Friend,
In his Members diftreft,
With Want, or Affliction, or Sicknefs opprelt:
The Prifoner relieve,
The Stranger receive,
Supply all their Wants,
And fpend, and be fpent in Aflifting his Saints:
4 Thus while we bellow
Our Moments below,
Ourfelves we forfake,
And Refuge in Jesus's Righteoufnefs take:
His Paffion alone
7be Foundation we own,
And Pardon we claim,
And Eternal Redemption in Jesus's Name.
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HYMN XY.
GOD of all good Gifts the Donor,
God, whofe Mercies never end,
Thee with Lips and Heart I. honour,
Blefs Thee for my Darling Friend,
Thankful at thy Hands receiving,
Ever longing to fulfil
All thy wife Defign in giving,
All my Father's welcome Will.
If for This th' Uniting Spirit
Hath on me his Burthen laid,
Give me joyfully to bear it,
Him with all my Prayers to aid:
Fill my Heart with Supplication,
Let in me thy Bowels move,
Softnefs of Divine Compaffion, -
Tenderneis of Heavenly Love.
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3 SanCtify our mutual Care,
More and more let it increafe,
Strengthen us hereby to fhare
Every Tempted Soul's Diftrefs:
Stir us up to Toil unceafing,
Lay on Both the Common Load,.
Make our Love a General Blefling,
Turn it all to &Ws Good.
4 While with juft peculiar Kindnefs
We Each other's Souls embrace,
Save us from that Doting Blindnefs,
Fatal to our Fallen Race;
From the mean contracting Paflion
Keep us free, and unconfin'd,
Raife our Generous Inclination,
Fix our Love on all Mankind.
5 As a wide-extended River,
Let thy Love our Hearts o'erflow,.
Pureft Love that lafts for ever,
Reaching every Soul below;.
" Love that doth with free EleCtion
Some beyond the reft approve,.
Blefs us with thy whole AfFeCiion,
Special, Univerfal Love.
CCVI.
HYMN xvr.
i UTHOR of the Peace Unknown,.
Lover of my Friend and me,
Who of Twain haft made us One,
One preferve us ftill in Thee,
All our heigthen'd Bleflings blefs,
Crown our Hopes \yith full Sticcefs.
Center
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Center of our Hopes Thou art,-
End of our enlarg'd Defires:
Stamp thine Image on our Heart,
Fill us now with holy Fires,.
Cemented by Love Divine,
Seal our Souls for ever Thine.
All our Works in Thee be wrought,.
Level'd at one common Aim,
Every Word, and every Thought
Purge in the Refining Flame,.
Lead us thro1 the Paths of Peace.
On to perfect Holinefs.
Let us both together rife,
To thy glorious Life reftar'd,.
Here regain our Paradife,
Here prepare to meet our Lord,.
Here enjoy, the Earned; given,
Travel hand in hand to. Heaven.
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HYMN XVII.
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Whom Jesus unites.
In Friendfhip to lhare
Angelic Delights,
Wh'ofe chad: Converfation
Is coupled with Fear,
Whofe fole Expe&ation.
Is Holinefs here!
2 My Jesus, my Lord,
Thy Grace I commend
So kind to afford
My Weaknefs a Friend !
Thy
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On me hath beftow'd
An Heavenly Treafure,
A Servant of God.
3. Appointed by Thee,
We meet in thy Name,.
And meekly agree
To follow the Lamb,.
To track thy Example,
The World to difdain,,
And conftantly trample
On Pleafure and'Pain.
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4 Rejoicing in Hope
We humbly go on,.
And daily take up
The Pledge of our Crown,
In Doing and Bearing
The Will of our Lord,
We Hill are preparing
To meet our Reward.
5. The Heavenly Prize
Is ever in view,
'Till both fhall arife,.
Created anew;
That Firft Refurredlion
We pant to attain,
Go on to Perfeftion,
And fuller to reign.
6 O Jesus, appear,
No longer delay
To fan&ify here,
And bear us away :
The End of our Meeting
On Earth let us fee,
Triumphantly fitting
In Glory with Thee.
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HYMN XVIII.
1 Y T O L Y fanttifying Dove,
jTl. God of Truth, and God of Lova,
On my feeble Soul defcend,
On my deareft Earthly Friend.
Come, and all our Wants fupply,.
Now the Pardon"d fan&ify,
Now our little Faith increafe,
Fill us now with perfect Peace-
2 Lead us Thou our conftant Guide,.
Witnefs in our Hearts abide,.
Earned of the Joys to come,
Make our Souls thy glorious Home:
Every pretious Promife feal,
All the Depths of God reveal,
Keep us to that happy Day,
Bear us on thy Wings away.
3 If Thou didft the Grace impart,.
Mad'ft us of one Mind and Heart,.
Still our friendly Souls unite
Partners in the Realms of Light
Let us there together foar,
Quickly meet to part no more,
There our raviih'd Spirits join,
Mingled, loft in Love Divine.
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HYMN XIX.
1 y ORD, we thy Will obey,
R j And in thy Pleafure reft,
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We, only we, can fay
Whatever is, is Beft,
Joyful to meet, and glad to part,
Affur'd We ftill are One in Heart.
z Hereby we fweetly know
Our Love proceeds from Thee,
We let Each other go,
From every Creature free,
And cry, in Anfwer to thy Call,
Thou arty O Christ, our All in All!
3 Our Hufband, Brother, Friend,
Our Counfeller Divine,
Thy Chofen Ones depend
On no Support but Thine;
Our Everlafting Comforter,
We cannot want, if Thou art here,
4 Still let us, deareft Lord,
Sit loofe to All below,.
And to thy Love reftor'd
No other Comfort know,
Stand faft in Glorious Liberty,
And live and die wrapt up in- Thee.
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HYMN XX.
i npHOU Heavenly Love, from whom.
X All holy Paffions come,
Hear my Faith's availing Cry,
Now the peaceful Anfwer fend,
Author of the Social Tie,
Giver of my Bofom-Friend.
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2 My Bofom-Friend receive,
Whom back to Thee I give:
Strengthen'd by thy Spirit's Power,
Him I chearfully refign,
Him I thankfully reftore,
Leave Him in the Arms Divine.
3 Far from the Soul remov'd,
Whom next to Thee I lov'd,
Still I bear him on my Heart,
To thy tendered Care commend:
With us both if Now Thou art,
Be our Everlafting Friend.
4 With us thro' Life abide,
And to thy Glory guide,
Give us, Lord, if not below,
Give us foon to meet above,
All the Dignity to know,
All the Heighth of Heavenly Love.
5 My longing Soul prepare
To meet my Brother there;
Him to fee at thy Right-hand,
Fair in Lovelinefs Divine,
With him in thy Sight to Hand,"
With him in thy Praife to join.
N 6 For this Immortal Hope
I freely give him up:
Only keep us to that Day—
Or if more I may requeft,
Let me firji efcape away,
Let me find an earlier Reft.
7 My Refidue of Days
Add to his lengthen'd Race:
Or if Mercy hath ordain'd
Both at once ftiould take our Flight,
Let
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Let us fuddenly afcend,
Now obtain The Blifsful Sight.
8 Now; or whene'er thy Will
Shall call us to the Hill:
Only give us Hearts to pray
'Till thine Arms receive us home,
Come, Redeemer, come away,
King of Saints Triumphant, come.
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HYMN XXL
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Mark every Wifh and Thought that rife
In this poor troubled Heart,
Difclofe, drag out to open Light
All Things difpleafing in thy Sight,
And bid them all depart.
2 Wretched, and void of God, and blind,
Woudft Thou that I fhould Comfort find
And Eafe in Aught below ?
Or rather bear my utmoft Load,
And fhrink from every Creat«re-Good,
And only Jesus know?
3 Spite of Myfelf refolv'd t' obey,
I tear the dear Right-eye away,
If it my Lord offend;
I bow me to the Will Divine,
My Life, and more than Life refign, •
I give Thee back my Friend.
m Thy Will be done, whate'er it be,
Thy blefled Will concerning me
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I awfully adore:
If Thou demand my only Prop,
I yield, I yield — to give him up,
And fee his Face no more.
5 Mo more; 'till that thrice welcome Day,
When Earth and Heaven fhall pafs away
Before thy Glorious Face:
We then fhall Both to Thee repair,
And catch each other in the Air,
* And By to thy Embrace.
6 For this I part with Him below,
Let us but meet above, and know
Each other in the Throng,
Partake the Heavenly Bridal Fend,
And ling reclining on thy Bread
The Lamb's Eternal Song.
CCXIX.
HYMN XXII.
x y^xOME the Heaveply Peace Divine,
Enter this fad Heart of mine,
Come the everlading Red,
Yifit my Companion's Bread,
Dwell within my Other Soul,
Let our Social Joy be full.
2 Whom thy Grace to me hath lent,
Lord, I at thy Throne prefent,
Cbjed. of my tendered Care,
Mention Him in every Prayer,
Indant aft, that Both may be
One, for ever One, in Thee.
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3 What Thou doft on One confer
Let us hoth delight to (hare,
Both the heighten'd Blefling tafte,
Both to thy Embraces hafte,
Sweetly on thy Bofom prove
All the Pleafantnefs of Love.
4 Let us thus with thine even Pace
Meafure out our quiet Days,
Calmly thro' the Valley glide,
Led by our Celeftial Guide,
Lovely in our Lives beneath,
Not divided in our Death.
CCXIII.
HYMN XXIII.
r 1" E S U S, to thy Preferving Care
J My choiceft Bleffing I commend,
deceive, and in thy Bofom bear
The Soul, whom Thou haft made my Friend
2 My Friend! by Pitying Grace beftow'd
On Me, a Man of Woe and Strife,
To lighten my fevereft Load,
And footh the Pain of irkfome Life.
3 My former defp'rate Wound to heal,
To draw the dire invenom'd Dart,
The Sting of jnjur'd Love expel,
And drive the Vipers from my Heart.
4 Thou, Lord, by Him, and Thou alone
Haft fbrc'd me to let go my Pain,
Haft chear'd thy long-forgotten Son,
And turn'd me to my Reft again.
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5 Thro' Him ThOu haft reftor'd my Hope,
(The Hope my Madnefs caft away)
Strangely reviv'd, and ftir'd me up,
And forc'd my Heart again to pray.
6 And can I the dear Soul forget
The Choiceft lnftrument Divine,
And not my inftant Suit repeat
That all his Heart may ilill dbe Thine.
7 Muft I from Him fo much receive
(To Thee afcribing ail the Praife)
Yet want the Eleflfednefs To give,
To minifter thy Heavenly Grace.
8 O that I might his Burthen bear,
Imploy my All to do him Good,
My utmoft Strength, my total Care,
My Life, my lateft Drop of Blood !
9 If I may be fo greatly bleft,
Thy Bleflings to my Friend to deal,
This Moment breathe into his Breaft,
And fill him with celeftial Zeal>
10 Ten thoufand Bleflings on his Head!
Ten thoufand* Goods in One impart,
Thy Spirit with thy Love be (bed,
And dwell forever in his Heart.
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j[* And fend the Bleffing down,
In Anfwer to this faithful Prayer
Prefented thro' thy Son:
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The. Friend, whom for His fake
Thou haft on me beftow'd,
Into thy Arms, thy Bofom take,
And fill his Soul with God.
Z Ev'n now his Heart infpire
With Wifdom from above,
And pure Delight, and chafte Defire,
And everlafting Love:
Him of thy Pardning Grace
This Moment certify,
And make him meet to fee thy Face,
And reign above the Sky.
3 Do for Him, deareft Lord,
Above what I can fay,.
And keep, to all thy Love reftor'd,
His Soul againft That Day!
To Him with Glory crown'd
The higheft Throne be given,
But let me too in Heaven be found,
Found at his Feet in Heaven!
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HYMN XXV.
1 ALL-loving Lamb,
I call on thy Name,
Thy Grace for my drooping Companion I claim t
Whofe Burthen I bear,
And wreftle in Prayer,
'Till all thy Salvation to Him Thou declare.
2 Thou knowft his Diftrefs
For the Senfe of thy Grace,.
The permanent Sight of thy Heavenly Face:
His
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His Sorrow controul,
Speak Peace to his Soul,
And-pronounce him Accepted, and perfectly whole.
3 If fometimes He believes^
And his Saviour receives,
Yet again overwhelm'd at thy Abfence He grieves t
Allow his Requeft,
Forever to reft,
Forever to lean on his Jesus's Breaft.
4 His Suit is my own;
Myfelf I bemoan,
And doubly diftreftforthe Comforter groan,
'Till in Us He reftde,
And we fully confide
In the Blood which, we feel every Moment applied-
5 O wou'dft Thou appear
This Moment to chear
Thy Mourners, andbanilh ourTrouble and Fear?'
In Us, and in All
For the Blefling who call,
The Witnefs implant, and redeenvfrom our Fall.
6 Thy Kingdom refiore
In the Spirit of Power, [more y
That prays, and exults, and gives Thanks ever-
Thy Nature make known,
And perfedt in One,
And receive us as Gods to a.Share of thy Throne.
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HYMN XXVT.
OThou that on All
The Wretched doft call
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To come, and be happy in Thee,
Thy Promife make good,
And fprinkle with Blood
Thp Heart of my Partner,, and me.
2 The Blefling we want
Thou art ready to grant,.
More ready than we to requeft:
The Guilty forgive,
The Weary receive
In the Arms of thy Mercy to reft.
3 That Tafte of thy Grace,
That Glimpfe of thy Face
To thy forrowing Servants reftore:
Now, Saviour, return,
And leave us to mourn,
And lament for thy Abfence no more
4 Our Jesus appear
To thy Followers here,
Who commune of Thee, and are fad;
Thy Spirit afford
To unfold the Good Word,
And our Hearts they again fhall be glad.
5 The Promife apply,
And whifper " 'Tis I,
" Who your Sins and your Sorrows have borne,.
" I have pacified God,
" I have bought you with Blood,
" To your merciful Owner return."
6 We come at thy Call,
Thou Redeemer of All,
By the Power of thy Rifing we rife,
Thro' a Paradife led,
With Joy on our Head,
We return to our Place in the Skies.
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HYMN XXVir.
JESUS, if from Thee I find
This fudden Call to pray,
Suffer not my feeble Mind
To call: the Grace away a
Left I quickly faint, and droop
Heartlefs, helplefs, and alone,
Stir my abfent Partner up,
And bring Him to the Throne*.
Wake in Him the ftrong Defire
Which now for Thee I feel,
Touch our Lips with hallow'd Fire,
Our Breafts with heavenly Zeal,
Let us for thy Glory pant,
And follow on thy Face to fee,
Always pray, and never faint,
'Till both are loft in Thee.
See us now, as Side by Side,
Before thy Mercy-Seat:
Let us feel thy Blood applied,
And kifs thy wounded Feet,
Let our Tears inceffant flow,
Till Both the Height of Mercy prove,
'Till the Length and Breadth we know
And Depth of Perfeft Love.
O that Both might foon arife
By perfeft Love prepar'd.
Meet the Bridegroom in the Skies,
And find our full Reward!
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Touching This we both agree
To alk the Father in thy Name,
Father, make us meet to fee
The Marriage of the Lamb.
Send the Witnefs from above,
The Spirit of thy Son,
Seal of thy Eternal Love,
And Pledge of Joys unknown,
Let Him in our Hearts refide,
'Till Jesus comes in Perfon down:
Jesus comes — to fetch his Bride,
And crown us with his Crawm
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HYMN XXVIII.
r dT^ R E AT Searcher of Hearts,
V_X In our innermoft Parts
Declare the whole Counfel Divine,
Our Evils remove,
Our Graces improve,
And fecure us Eternally Thine.
2 On me and my Friend
The Comforter fend,
The Fountain of BleiTmgs unknown,
On Both let Him flow,
For we neither can know,
Or inherit a Blefling alone.
3 Yet, Lord, if it be
Unpleaflng to Thee
Our Onenefs of Mind and of Heart,
We call for the Sword,
We acknowledge our Lord,
And agree at thy Bidding to part.
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4 Thy Favour to know,
We Each other forego,
If our Love be an Hindrance to Thi tie j
Thy Counfel we take,
And Each other forfake,
To recover the Friendihip Divine.
5 At Jesus's Call
We freely fell all
The Delights of Reciprocal Love j
For that Better Hope
We calmly give up,
And repofit our Treafure above.
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6 Made perfeft-thro1 Woe,
From our Parting below
To our Laft happy Meeting we rife,
Our Friendihip renew,
(For who promis'd is True)
And embrace evermore in the Skies.
CCXIX.
HYMN XXIX.
JESUS, Lord, whofe Only Merit
Can the Dying Sinner, fave,
Let me render up my. Spirit,
Quickly find my long-fought Grave :
Come in this thrice welcome Hour,
Thy fad Captive to releafe,
Snatch me from the Adverfe Power,
Change, and bid me die in Peace.
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That for which I wifli to live ?
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All my Blifs and Confolation
Would I not from Thee receive?
Earthly Joys I long to lofe 'em,
Left my Saviour I offend:
Let me fink into thy Bofom,
Let me leave to Thee my Friend.
3 Him to the all gracious Lender
Lo! I chearfully reftore,
Thou, my God, be his Defender,
'Till He follows me to Shore:
Let him truft in thy Protection,
Live from Sin and Sorrow free,
Place on Thee his whole AffeCtion,
Reft his happy Soul on Thee.
4 Jesus, crown thine own Defire,
Take the Soul I Thee bequeath,
His Accept, aijd mine Require,
Open now the Gate of Death,
Draw me thro' the Bloody Fountain,
Clofnag now my willing Eyes,
Now efcaping to the Mountain,
Let me wake in Paradife.
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HYMN XXX.
THOU God, that hearft the Prayer^
And doft in fecret fee,
I tell my fofteft Care,
My clofeft Grief to Thee,
To thy Divine Compaffion
I earneftly commend
My Friend in Tribulation,
My poor AffliCted Friend.
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2 Thou feeft Him fore tormented,
With Fears and Sorrows torn,
Afraid He ne'er repented,
And griev'd for Power to mourn;
Thou hearft him deeply groaning
At thy fevere Delay,
And ftill Himfelf bemoaning,
He cannot, cannot pray.
3 In hellilh Toils o'ertaken,
As at the Point to die,
He fecms of God forfaken,
Nor knows that Thou art nigh:
Throughout the Dreary Hour
Thou dofl thy Servant hide;
But let him feel thy Power,
And know Thee Pacified.
4 Thou never wilt relinquifh
Thine own in Time of Need,
The fmoaking Flax extinguifli,
Or break the bruifed Reed:
The Bowels of my Saviour
Toward all the Tempted move;
But manifeft thy Favour,
But {hew his Heart thy Love.
5 End, Lord, the fierce Temptation,
And bring Him thro' the Fire;
With Joy and Confolation
His panting Breaft infpire,
Thy Love's Abiding Witnefs,
Thy pretious Self impart,
And let him tafte the Sweetnefs
Of Jesus in his Heart.
6 By Jesus's Dying Merit,
Father, I Thee conjure
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To help his fainting Spirit,
And fpeak his Pardon fare:
Or hear our Friend before Thee,
Thine Interceeding Son,
And Ihew us Both thy Glory,
And take us to thy Throne.
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HYNM XXXI.
1 ✓"^Racious, Lord, how long lhall I
Tremble at thy Comforts nigh,
Take with Fear my pleafant Food, '
Start from every Creature-Good ?
2 Kept in awe by my own Heart,
Led thy Gifts I kill pervert,
Still thy holy Things prophane,
Turn thy Bleffings into Bane.
3 Never fure was Heart like Mine,
Heart fo contrary to Thine,
None fo wholly loft as me,
Loft in vile Idolatry.
5 Thus I from my Birth have been
Grace abufing into Sin,
Poorer for the Plenty given,
Wretched thro' the Smiles of HeaVen.
6 But, my Lord, I cry to Thee>
Muft it thus forever be ?
Muft I ftill thy Gifts abufe,
Lofe them all, and more than lofe ?
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6 Shall I force Thee ftill to take
Thy Perverted Bleffings back?
Blail with my infe&ious Breath,
Doom my fondled Joys to Death?
7 Shall my moll fufpe&ed Love
Hurtful to its Objeft prove,
Soon in double Ruin end,
Fatal to my Dearell. Friend !
8 Rather let my Soul depart, -
Stop the Panting of my Heart,
Speak again my Sins forgiven,
Sweep me off—from Earth to Heaven!
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HYMN XXXII.
1 TT^Luttering Soul, what doll Thou here,
Pinion'd with a Load of Clay ?
Poor, affti&ed Sojourner,
Shake thy Wings, and fly away,
From the Mournful Valley fly,
Break the Cage, and reach the Sky.
2 What doth this low Earth afford
Worthy an Immortal Mind?
Man, its miferable Lord,
Can He here his Equal find?
Fallen, yet in Ruins Great,
Sinks the World beneath his Weight.
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This I furely feel and know,
Good itfelf is 111 to me,
Seeming Joy but Real Woe,
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Comforts double my Didrefs,
Edge the Pain they cannot eafe.
4 Friendfhip Self, Celedial. Gued,
Can die make me happy here ?
Anfwer this didra&ed Bread:,
Anfwer this Foreboding Fear!
Fear to lofe outweighs my Gain,
Heighten'd Blifs is heighten'd Pain.
5 Oh! that all the Pain were pad,
Never, never to return!
Might I but efcape at lad,
Ceafe at once to live and mourn,
Grafp thro' Death th' Immortal Prize,
Meet my Friend in Paradife.
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HYMN XXXIII.
i AND mud I give Him up?Y
jf"\. And doth the Lord recall
My only Joy, my lated Prop,
My Friend, my earthly All!
I mud—I will—comply
With Jesus' juft Demand,
1 do pluck out the dear Right-Eye,
Cut off the dear Right-Hand.
2 Wherefore Ihould I complain
In pining Difcontent,
If God requires His own again,
Refumes the Good He lent?
The Potter, fure, has Power
Over the paflive Clay,
And whom my God bedow'd this Hour,
My God may take away.
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3 'Twas on thefe Terms alone
That firft I call'd Him Mine,
And vow'd without a murm'ring Groan
The Blefling to refign:
And if my friend He claim,
And hold me to my Word,
I blefs and magnify his Name,
And own Him for my Lord.
4 The Fatal Blow I feel
Of his Almighty Hand,
My Grief commanded to conceal,
I bow to his Command.
But Thou haft not forbid
My fecret Tears to flow,
And all my Griefs, from Mortals hid,.
Thou doft with Pity know.
5 Of this affur'd I reft
Thou wou'dft not put to Pain
(For me if Anguifh were not beft)
This helplefs Child of Man;
The Griev'd Thou wou'dft not grieve
Increafe the Sufferer's Load,
Me of fo great a Good bereave
But for my greater Good.
6 Or if, my Faith to prove,
Thou doft refume Thine own,
Thou fhalt by a ftrange Turn of Love
Reftore the Rendred Loan,
The Offering Father's Hand
Shall drop the Lifted Knife*.
And ftill thy Merciful Command
Shall fave my Ifaac s Life.
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CCXXIV.
HYMN XXXIV.
1 jr~*tOME my Partner in the Patience
Of our once alfli&ed King,
Out of all thefe Tribulations
Rife with me His Praife to fing:
For that happy Day prepare,
And when our Desire comes down.
Sure as Now his Crofs we lhare,
We lhall then obtain his Crown,
2 When our lovely Lord appears,.
Folding us in his Embrace,
He fhall wipe away the Tears,
Kifs the Sorrow from our Faoe:
Tho' we in continual Mourning
The Ihort Night of Life employ,
Joy lhall come with Christ returning,
Heavenly Everlalting Joy.
3 O what Cordial Confolation
Doth this bleffed Hope afford 1
We lhall gain his Full Salvation,
We lhall meet our Smiling Lord :
We lhall Coon appear before Thee,
Shall the Stars and Sun outlhine,
Shout among the Sons of Glory,
All immortal, all Divine.
4 Jesus, our exalted Jesus,
Cloath'd in Light, lhall bow the "Sky,
Shall from all our Griefs releafe us,
AU our Wants at once lupply:
Grief,
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Grief, and Curfe, and Death are over,
Pain and Sin no more moleft,
When we once the Port recover,
Land on our Redeemer's Breaft.
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Our djfaftrous Lot bewail,
There regret our Separation
For a Moment in the Vale?
Or in Christ again united,
Heart to Heart, and Soul to Soul,
Triumph Each in Each delighted,
While eternal Ages roll ?
6 For this Hope difplay'd before us
Bear we now the deftin'd Crofs,.
Waiting, 'till our Lord reftore us,
Amply recompence our Lofs,
Crown our Soul's fupreme Ambition,
Bid us hand in hand afcend,.
Rapt into the Blifsful Vifeon
Of our Everlafling Friend.
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HYMN XXXV.
j A WAY my needlefs Fears,
And Doubts no longer Mine!
A Ray of Heavenly Light appears,
A Meffenger Divine:
Thrice comfortable Hope
That calms my ftormy Breaft,
My Father's Hand prepares the Cup,
And what He wills is Beft.
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z He knows whate'er I want,
He fees my Helplefnefs,
And always readier is to grant
Than I to afk his Grace:
My Fearful Heart He reads,
Secures my Soul from Harms,.
And underneath his Mercy fpreads-
Its everlafting Arms.
3 Here is firm Footing, here,
My Soul, is folid Rock,
To break the Waves of Grief and Fear,
And Trouble's rudeft Shock:
This only can fuftain
When Earth and Heaven remove:-
O turn Thee to thy Reit again,
Thy God's eternal Love.
4 To God again I turn,
And Ihelter in his Breaft,
His Will (let me rejoice or mourn)
His Will is furely bed:
His Skill infallible,
His Providential Grace,
His Power, and Truth, that never fail,
Shall order all my Ways.
5* The Random-Blows of Chance,
The Being I defy,
Whole Life's minuted Circumllance
fs fubjeft to his Eye:
He hears the Ravens call;
Nor can his Children grieve,
Nor can a worthlefs Sparrow fall
Without my Father's Leave.
6 Why then- was I cad down,.
And troubled without Caufe,
And trembled at the Creature's Frownr
And fear'd the Threatned Lofs?
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Shall I miftruft his Care
My Bleflings to defend,
Or dread (who cannot lofe an. Hair)
To lofe a Eofom-Friend?
7 If what I wifh is Good,
And fuits the Will Divine,
By Earth and Hell invain withftood,
I know it fhall be mine :
Still let them counlel take
To fruftrate his Decree,
They cannot keep a Bleffing back
By Heaven defign'd for me.
8 If what my Soul requires
Evil to me would prove,
His Love fhall crofs my fond Delires?.
His kindly-jealous Love:
But would 1 for his Sake
With every Rival part,
My Life, my All, my Friend give back?
He knows, He knows my Heart.
9 Here then I doubt no more,
But in his Pleafure reft,.
Whofe Wifdom,. Love, and Truth, and Power,
Engage to make me bleft:
T' accomplifh his Defign .
The Creatures all agree,
And all the Attributes Divine
Are now at work for m£.
10 To know my Final State
I at his Foot-flop! bow,
Who tells my Soul the Hand of Fate.
Is on the Curtain Now!
His Will the Veil withdraws,
And while I lift my Eyes,
Difcovers there a glorious Crofs,.
And raps me to the Skies.
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HYMN XXXVI.
1 "O ^IS'D to-day above my Sorrow,
J\ Happy Now
Shall I'bow
Burthen'd for to-morrow?
Shall I anxioufly fbrecafting
Still deftroy
My own Joy,
DoubtfuL of its lading ?
2 Rather let me fnatch th1 OccafiOnj
In the Friend
God doth lend,
Tafte his Confolation;
(From his Hands a glad Receiver,
Tafte in This
Heavenly Blifs,
Blifs that lafts forever.
3 In the Stream I drink the Fountain,
Drink, and hafte
To the Feaft
On that holy Mountain.
With the Wings of Faith and Prayer
Fly \*e on
To the Throne*
To the Saviour there.
4 There we fix our Place of Meeting,
Gladly come
To our Home,
Songs of Praife repeating.
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Carelefs which {hall Firft pafs over,,
Since we know
Both ihall go,
Both the Port recover.
Both {hall reach the happy Shore,
Quickly meet
At thy Seat,
Meet, and part no more.
Who Ihall there our Spirits fever?
Friends beneath,
Friends in Death,
Friends we live forever!
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HYMN XXXVII.
1 / I ^ W O are Better far than One
X For Counfel, and for Fight:
How can One be warm alone,
Or ferve his God aright?
Join we then our Hearts and Hands,
Each to Love provoke his Friend,
Run the Way of His Commands,
And keep them to the End.
2 Woe to Him, whofe Spirits droop,
To Him, who falls alone!
He has none to lift him up,
And help his Weaknefs-on:
Happier We Each other keep,
We Each other's Burthen bear;.
Never need our Footfteps flip,
Upheld by Mutual Prayer.
3 Who of Twain hath made us One
Maintains our Unity,
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Jesus is the Corner-ftone,
In whom we All agree;
Servants of our Common Lord,
Sweetly of one Heart and Mind,
Who can break a Threefold Cord,
Or part whom God hath join'd?
4 Breaths as in us Both One Soul,
When mod diftinft in Place,
Interpofing Oceans roll,
Nor hinder our Embrace;
Each as on his Mountain ftands,
Reaching Hearts acrofs^ the Flood,.
Join our Hearts, if not our Hands,
And ling the Pardning God.
5 O that All with Us might prove
The Fellowlhip of Saints!
Find fupplied in Jesu's Love
What every Member wants!
Gain we our high Calling's Prize,
Feel our Sins thro' Christ forgiven,
Rife, to all his Image rife,
And meet our Head in Heaven.
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HYMN XXXVIII.
FAther-, Son, and Holy Ghost,7
Myfterious One and Three,.
We with thy Celeftial Hoft
Prefume to worlhip Thee;
Still Thyfelf to Thee we give,
Who Thyfelf to Us haft given,
Praife, and Power, and Love receive-
From all in Earth and Heaven.
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HYMN XXXIX,
1 H! that the Flaming Chariot,
By Grace peculiar given,
Might now defcend,
And wrap my Friend,
My Friend, and me, to Heaven!
Above this gloomy Region,
This Vale of Sin and Sadnefs,
We'd foar away
To endlefs Day,
And everlafting Gladnefs.
2 Head of thy Church Triumphant,
We long to fee thy Glory,
With Joy to rife
Beyond the Skies,
Where all thy Hofts adore Thee,
We look for thy appearing
With vehement Expectation,
And fwell the Groan
Which from Thine own,
Runs thro' the whole Creation,
3 O might we Now behold Thee
In radiant Clouds defcending,
Sublime upon
The great white Throne,
With all thy Hofts attending!
Come in thy Glorious Kingdom,
Thou worthy Judge Eternal,
And feat us by
Thy Side, to try
And doom the Powers infernal.
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4 Oh ! woudft Thou Now receive us,
The Heirs of full Salvation;
To our Reward,
For us prepar'd,
Before the World's Foundation.
Now, Lord, affign his Manfion,
And Crown to Each Believer,
And let us reft,
In Thee pofleft
Of Joy that blooms forever?
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HYMN XL.
i TT> RIE N D of All who feek thy Favour,
Jp Us defend
To the End, *
Be our Utmoft Saviour.
z Us, who join on Earth t' adore Thee,
Guard, and love,
'Till above
Both appear before Thee.
; Fix on Thee our whole Affettion,
Love Divine,
Keep us Thine,
Safe in thy Prote&ion.
. Christ, of all our Conversion
Be the Scope,
Lift us up
To thy full Salvation.
Bring us every Moment nearer;
Fairer rife
In our Eyes,
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6 Infinitely dear and pretious,
With thy Love
From above
Evermore refrelh us.
7 Strengthen'd by the Cordial Blefiing
Let us hafte
To the Feaft,
Feaft of Joys unceafing.
8 Perfett let us walk before Thee,
Walk in white
_r ,T°,he Sifh<
Of thy Heavenly Glory.
9 Both with calm Impatience prefs on
To the Prize,
Scale the Skies,
Take Entire Poffeflion:
10 Drink of Life's exhajiftlefs River,
Take of Thee,
Life's Fair Tree,
Eat, and live forever!
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HYMN 'XLI.
1 iOOME, let us afcend,
My Companion, and Friend,
To a Tafte of the Banquet above:
If thy Heart be as mine,
If for Jesus it pine,
Come up into the Chariot of Love.
2 Who in Jesus confide,
We are bold to out-ride
The Storms of Afflidlion beneath,
With the Prophet we foar
To that Heavenly Shore,
And outfly all the Arrows of Death.
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3 By Faith we are come
To our permanent Home,
By Hope we the Rapture improve,
By Love we ftili rife,
And look down on the Skies j
For the Heaven of Heavens is Love.
4 Who on Earth can conceive,
How happy we live
In the City of God the great King!
What a Cbncert of Praife
When our Jesus's Grace
The whole Heavenly Company fing?
5 What a rapturous Song,
When the glorified Throng
In the Spirit of Harmony join!
Join all the glad Quires
Hearts, Voices, and Lyres,
And the Burthen is Mercy»Divine!
6 Hallelujah they cry
To the King of the Sky,
To the great everlafting 1 AM,
To the Lamb that was flain,
And liveth again,
Hallelujah to God, and the Lamb!
7 The Lamb on the Throne
Lo ! He dwells with his own,
And to Rivers of Pleasure He leads,
With his Mercy's full Blaze,
With the Sight of his Face,
Our Beatified Spirits He feeds,
8 Our Foreheads proclaim
His Ineffable Name,
Our Bodies his Glory difjday,
A Day without Night
We feaft in his Sight,
And Eternity feems as a Day!
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CCXXXII.
HYMN XLII.
At the Meeting of Friends.
1 O Aviour of finful Men,
Thy Goodnefs we proclaim,
Which brings us here to meet agaiq,
And triumph in thy Name!
Thy mighty Name hath been
Our Re:age, and our Tower,
Hath fav'd us from the World, and Sin,
And all th1 Accufer's Power.
2 Jesu, take all the Praife,
That flill on Earth we live,
Unfpotted in fo foul a Place,
And innocently grieve;
Shut up in Sodom, we
No Pride of Anger find,
But ftill compafiionately fee
The Bafenefs of Mankind.
3 We mourn, 'till Thou appear,
Along the Defart Way:
Briars, and Thorns are with us "here,
And we with Scorpions flay;
Conftrain'd (alas! how long!)
With human Fiends to dwell,
Sinners of lying Lips, whofe Tongue
Is fet on Fire of Hell.
4 Thro' Calumny, and Pain,
Thro' a long Yale of Woe,
Far from the poifonous Sons of Men,
To purer Worlds we go:
We fhall from Sodom flee,
When perfected in Love,
And hafte to better Company,
Who wait for Us above.
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5 The Saints of Antient Days,
We fhall with them fit down,
Who fought the Fight, and run the Race,
And then receiv'd the Crown ;
Who firft feverely tried,
And exercis'd beneath,
Broke thro' the World, with Christ their Guide
And more than conquer'd Death.
6 The Prophets of the Lord,
Who fuffer'd for his Name,
Who bore, by Fiends and Men abhor'd,
The Galilean's Shame,
They that endur'd His Crofs,
And did his Cup receive,
Of whom the World unworthy was,
Were deem'd not fit to live.
7 Swept from the Earth away,
They'join'd the Heavenly Throng;
And now for us their Brethren flay,
And ever cry, " How long! '*
Jesus the Cry doth hear,
And He fhall foon return,
With endlefs Joy our Souls to chear,
Who for His Coming mourn.
8 Awhile in Flefh disjoin'd,
Our Friends that went before
We foon in.Paradife fhall find,
And meet to part no more;
In yonder bliisful Seat,
Waiting for us they are —
And, I fhall there an Hufband meet,.
And I a Parent there!
9 Oh! what a mighty Change
Shall Jesu's Sufferers know,
While o'er the happy Plains we range, *
Incapable of Woe!
No ill-Tequited'Love1;
Shall there our'Spirits wound,
No bafe Ingratitude above,
No Sin in Heaven is found.
10 There all our Griefs are fpent,
There all our Sufferings end,
We cannot there the Fall lament
Of a departed Friend
A Brother, dead to God,
By Sin, alasf undone—
No Father there, in Paffion loud,
Cries, Oh! my Son, my Son!
s i Nor flighteft Touch of Pain,
Nor Sorrow's leaft Alloy
Can violate our Reft, or ftain
Our Purity of Joy:
In that Eternal Day
No Clouds or Tempefts rife;
Thefe gufhing Tears are wiped away
Forever from our Eyes.
12 This languifhing Defire
Which now for Heaven we feel
Shall there delightfully expire
In Joy Ineffable:
The Weight of glorious Blifs
That to our Share fhall fall
Not Angel-tongues can half exprefs;
But we fnall have it All.
CCXXXIII. At Parting.
HYMN XUII.
i A ND let our Bodies part,
Xa. To different Climes repair,
Infepa'ably join'd in Heart
The Friends of Jesus are:
» Jesus the Corner-Stone,
Did firft our Souls unite;
And ftill He holds, and keeps us One,
Who walk with Him in White,
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2 Then let us ftill proceed
In Jesu's Work below,
And following our Triumphant Head,.
To farther Conquefts go;
The Vineyard of the Lord
Before his Labourers lies ;
And lo! we fee the vaft Reward
That waits us in the Skies.
3 O let our Heart, and Mind
Continually afcend,
That Haven of Repofe to find,
Where all our Labours end,
Where all our Grief is o'er,
Our Suffering, and our Pain:
Who meet on that Eternal Shore
Shall never part again.
4 O happy, happy Place,
Where Saints and Angels meet f
There we fhall fee each others Face,
And all our Brethren greet,
The Church of the firll-born,
We fhall with them be bleft,
And crown'd with endlefs Joy return
To our eternal Reft.
5 With Joy we fhall behold
In yonder bleft Abode
The Patriarchs and Prophets old,
And all the Saints of God;
Abraham and lfaac there,
And Jacob fhall receive
The Followers of their Faith and Prayer
Who now in Bodies live.
6 We fhall our Time beneath
Live out in chearful Hope,
And fearlefs pafs the Vale of Death,
And gain the Mountain-top:
To gather home his own
v God fhall his Angels fend,
And bid our Blifs on Earth begun
In endlefs Triumphs end.
PART U.
1 O let us ever dwell
On the tranfporting Thought f
We fhall the Joys of Jesus feel,
Up to his Bofonv caught;
We fhall his Glory fee,
In iilent Raptures gaze,
The Man that hung upon the Tree
We fhall behold his Face.
2 Shall foon behold our God,
But not as Crucified;
The Lamb his Vefture dipt in Blood
At laft hath laid afide :
As God's Eternal Son
He now appears above,
And fits upon his dazling Throne
Of everlafting Love.
3 Is this the. Man of Woe,
Whom Glorious now we fee f
The Man who fuffer'd Want below,
And Shame, and Agony!
Who here infulted was,
And Scourg'd, and Crucified,
Hung pierc'd, and Naked on the Crofs,
And bled, and groan'd, and died!
4 'Tis He! the Prince of Peace!
'Tis He! the Lord of Power!
Whom all thefe fhining Hofts of his
Their Maker-GoD adore:
He fuffer'd in our fiead,
That we with Him might reign;
But He fhall never bow his Head,
Shall never die again.
COTXXIV.
CCXXXIV. At meeting of Friends.
HYMN XLIV.
1 Father receive Our heartieft Praife,
\Af For bidding us live To witnefs thy Grace,
For bringing us hither Thy Goodnefs to prove,
And triumph together.In Jesus's Love.
2 Our Confident Truft In Him we declare,
Thro' Jesus the Juft Accepted we are;
Redeem'd by his Paffion, We joyfully join
To'afcribe our Salvation To Mercy Divine.
2 Thee, Lord, we adore, And dwell on thy Praife,
Preferv'd by the Power of Jesus's Grace;
Thee, Jesus, the Giver of All we proclaim,
And publifh forever Thy Wonderful Name.
4 Thy Name is Releafe From Sorrow, and Sin,
'Tis Pardon, and Peace, And Goodnefs brought in;
It fpeaks us forgiven, Sinks into the Soul,
And fpreads the pure Leaven, And hallows the
whole.
ccxxxv.
HYMN XLYI.
1 T E S U, to Thee oCir Hearts we lift,
J| Our Hearts which now with Love o'erflow;
With Thanks for thy continued Gift,
That ftill thy pretious Name we know,
Retain the Senfe of Sin forgiven,
And wait for all our Inward Heaven.
2 What mighty Troubles haft Thou fhewn
Thy feeble tempted Followers here!
We have thro' Fire, and Water gone,
But faw Thee on the Floods appear,
But felt Thee prefent in the Flame,
AndThouted our Deliverer's Name.
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3 When ftronger Souls their Faith "forfook,
And lull'd in worldly hellifh Peace,
Leap'd defp'rate from their Guardian Rock,
And headlong plung'd in Sin's Abyfs,
Thy Power was in our Weaknefs Ihewn,
And ftill it keeps our Souls thine own.
4 All are not loft, or wandred back,
All have not left thy Church, and Thee :
There are who fuffer for thy Sake,
Enjoy thy glorious Infamy,
Efteem the Scandal of thy Crofs,
And only feek Divine Applaufe.
5 We do not ftiamefully defert
Thy poor afflifted Flock below,
Yield to the Rd<vererfd Tempter's Art,
Or fell our Friend, to buy our Foe,
To' increafe the World's triumphant Scorn,
And make our blulhing Brethren mourn.
6 The Grace which kept us to this Hour, v*
Shall keep us faithful to the End,
When cloath'd with Majefty and Power,
Our Jesus "ftiall from Heaven defc'end,
His Friends and Confeffors to own,
And feat us on his glorious Throne.
CCXXXVI.
HYMN XLVI.
1 \ ND are we yet alive,
/\ And fee Each other's Face?
Glory, and Thanks to Jesus give
For h;s Almighty Grace:
Preferv'd by Power Divine
To full Salvation here,
Again in Jesu's Praife we join,
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And in his Sight'appear.
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z What Troubles have we feen,
What mighty Confli&s paft,
Fightings without, and Fears within,
Since we aflembled laft!
Yet out of all the Lord
Hath bought us by his Love,
And ftill He doth his Help afford,
And hide our Life above.
3 Then let us make our Boafl
Of his Redeeming Power,
Which faves us to the uttermoft,
'Till we can fin no more:
Let us take up the Crofs,
'Till we the Crown obtain,
And gladly reckon all Things lofs,
So we may Jesus gain.
4 Jesus, to Thee we bow,
And for thy Coming wait:
Give us for Good fome Token Now
In our imperfect State;
Apply the Hallowing Word,
Tell Each who looks for Thee,
Thou fhalt be perfect as thy Lord,
Thou lhalt be all like me!
CCXXXVII.
HYMN XLVII.
i T E S U S, we look to Thee,
J| Thy promis'd Prefence claim,
Thou in the midft of Us (halt be
Affembled in thy Name:
Thy Name Salvation is,
(Which now we come to prove)
Thy Name is Life, and Joy, and Peace,
And everlafting Love.
Not
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2 Not in the Name of Pride, v
Or Selfiihnefs we meet,
From Nature's Paths we turn afide,
And worldly Thoughts forget.
We meet, the Grace to take
Which Thou hall freely given,
We meet on Earth for thy dear Sake,
That we may meet in Heaven.
3 Prefent we know Thou art, ^
But Oh! Thyfelf reveal j
Now, Lord, let every bounding Heart
The mighty Comfort feel;
Oh! might thy quickning Voice
The Death of Sin remove,
And bid our inmoil Souls rejoice
In Hope of perfed Love.
4 Thou wilt to us make known
Thy Nature and thy. Name,
Us who our Utmoil Saviour own
From every Touch of Blame,
From every Word and Deed,
From every Thought unclean,
Our Jesus, 'till our Souls are freed
From all Remains of Sin.
CCXXXVIII.
HYMN XLVIII.
ALL Thanks to the Lamb Who gives us to
meet!
His Love we proclaim, His Praifes repeat:
We own Him our Jesus Continally near,
To pardon, and blefs us, And perfeft us here.
In Him we have Peace, In Him we have Power,
Preferv'd by his Grace Throughout the dark
Hour,
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In all our Temptation He keeps us, to prove
His utmoft Salvation, His Fulnefs of Love.
3 Thro' Pride and Defire Unhurt we have gone,
Thro' Water and Fire With us He went on;
The World and the Devil By Him we o'ercame,
Our'Jesus from Evil, Forever the fame.
4 When we wou'd have fpurn'd His Mercy and
Grace,
To Egypt return'd, And fled from his Face,
He hindred our Flying, (His Goodnefs to fhew)
And ftopt us by crying, " Will ye alfo go?"
5 Oh! what (hall we do, Our Saviour to love ?
To make us anew, Come, Lord, from above,
The Fruit of thy Paflion, Thy Holinefs give,
Give Us the Salvation Of all that believe.
6 Come, Jesus, andloofeThe Stammerer'sTongue,
And teach even Us The Spiritual Song,
Let us without ceafing Give Thanks for thy
Grace,
And Glory, and Blefling, And Honour, and Praife.
7 Pronounce the glad Word, And bid us be free:
Ah! haft Thou not, Lord, A Blefling for me?
The Peace Thou haft given, This Moment impart,
And open thy Heaven, O Love, in my Heart.
CCXXXIX.
HYMN XLIX.
1 PEE, Jesu, thy Difciples fee,
The promised JSlefiing give,
Met in thy Name, we look to Thee,
Expe&ing to receive.
2 Thee we expert our faithful Lord,
Who in thy Name are join'd,
. We wait, according to thy Word,
Thee in the midft to find.
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3 With us Thou art afiembled here, -"W
But O Thyfelf reveal,
Son of the Living God, appear,
Let us thy Prefence feel.
4 Breathe on us, Lord, in this our Day, ^
And thefe dry. Bones fhall live,
Speak Peace into our Hearts, and fay
The Holy Ghost receive.
5 Whom now we feek O might we meet!
Jesus the Crucified,
Shew us thy bleeding Hands and Feet,
Thou who for us haft died.
6 Caufe us thy Record to receive, *
Speak,-and the.Tokens (hew,
" O be not faithlefs, but believe
In me, who died for You."
7 Lord, I believe for me, ev'n me
Thy Wounds were open'd wide,
I fee the Prints, I more than fee
Thy Feet, thy Hands, thy Side.
8 I cannot fear, I cannot doubt,
I feel the fprinkled Blood:
Let every Soul with me cry out
Thou art my'LoRD, my God!
CCXL.
HYMN L.
COME, Lord, with thy Difciples fit
Afiembled in thy Name,
And let us kifs thy bleeding Feet,
And let us love the Lamb.
Is this the Time, fay, jEsu,.fay,
Wilt Thou, O Lord, reftore
The Kingdom to our Souls to-day,
And bid us fin no more ?
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3 Now wilt Thou make an End of Sin,
The Kingdom of thy Peace,
The Joy unfpeak'able bring in,
Th' Eternal Righteoufnefs!
4 We wait, 'till Thou the Gift impart,
The Unction from above:
Come quickly, Lord, in every Heart
Set up thy Throne of Love.
5 Or, (for it is not Ours to know
The Times by God affign'd)
Give us, 'till Thou Thyfelf beftow,
An humble patient Mind.
6 Thee let us praife with one accord,
And in thy Temple ftay,
Wait for the Coming of our Lord,
And without ceafing pray:
7 Still at Jcrufalem abide
In Profpeft of thy Peace,
'Till Thou {halt in our Hearts refide,
And Sin forever ceafe.
8 Give, when Thou wilt, the Bleffing give,
The Kingdom from above,
But let us all at laft receive
The Power of perfect Love.
CCXLI. Invitation to our Abfent
Friends.
HYMN LI.
1 XT E Followers of the Bleeding Lamb,
j[ Before your Lord appear,
On you we call in Jesu's Name,
Be all in Spirit here.
sus with us affembled is,
Him in the midft we feel,
Come
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Come Ihare with us the glorious Blifs,
The Joy unfpeakable.
3 Come all the Members far and near,
Whoe'er to Christ are join'd,
Jesus our Common Head is here,
Ye cannot ftay behind.
4 The Body with the Head is nigh:
Let every faithful Soul,
Let every Joint its Strength fupply
To edify the whole.
5 'Tis done: thro' Faith our Hands we join,
In Jesu's Love we meet,
And cloath'd with Righteoufnefs Divine
The Body is conapleat.
6 Then let us all at once afpire,
Our common Saviour praife,
And higher raife our Hearts, and higher,
In Honour of his Grace:
7 His Grace which hath Salvation brought,
And rais'd us from our Fall,
His Grace which caipe to us unfought,
And comes unfought to All.
8 God of all Grace, thy Saving Name
We thankfully confefs;
Let all the World adore the Lamb,
The General Bleffing blefs.
9 Ye that in Strength Divine excel,
Ye firft-born Church above,
Adore the Depth unfearchable
Of All-redeeming Love.,
10 'Till we like You behold his Face,
Angels, on You we call,
Forever, and forever praife
The Lamb, that died for All.
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CCXLII.
HYMN LII.
1 \7"E Followers of the Lamb,
J[ Who own the Common Lord,
And truft in Jesu's Name
And hang upon his Word,
In Jesu's Sight with us appear,
Be prefent all in Spirit here.
2 Let us together wait
For the defcending Power,
Which to our Firft Eftate
Shall all our Souls reftore,
Nor ever from the Promife move,
'Till all are perfe&ed in Love.
3 Let us the Word hold fall
Which we of Him have heard j
We {hall obtain at laft
A great and full Reward,
The Comforter {hall furely come,
And make us his Eternal Home.
4 The Father of our Lord
Shall fend the promis'd Grace,
Let us with one Accord
Continue in one Place,
Nor from Jcrufalem depart,
But keep the Iffues of our Heart.
5 In fure and ftedfaft Hope,
In View of perfect Peace,
Let us to Christ look up,
'Till all our Troubles ceafe;
The Lord our Hope {hall foon return,
The Lord {hall comfort all that mourn.
6 In Jesus we believe,
And wait the Truth to prove,
We {hall, we {hall receive
The Blefling from above,
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Fulnefs of Love, and Peace, and Power,
And live in Christ, and fin no more.
7 We all the Truth fhall know,
Who in his Word abide,
Be freed from Sin below,
And wholly fanftified;
We all his Witneffes fhall be,
The Truth, the Truth fhall make us free.
8 Shall make us free indeed
From every Spot of Sin,
Our pure and finlefs Head
Shall bring his Nature in,
We all his Witneffes fhall be,
The Truth, the Truth iliall make us free.
9 The Things He hath prepar'd
For Us, in Sight of Men,
Their Ear hath never heard,
Their Eye hath never feen,
Nor can their Carnal Heart conceive
How glorioufly we foon fhall live.
10 Poor abjeft Slaves of Sin
They madly hug their Chains,
They will not be made be clean
From Sin's Belov'd Remains;
But we thy Saying, Lord, receive,
And truft a Sinlefs Life to live.
11 Who for thy Coming wait,
And hang upon thy Word,
To our Unftnning State ■
We fhall be here reftor'd,
Thou fhalt the Second Time appear,
And then we all are perfect here.
CCXLIII.
HYMN LIII.
1 TT E-SU, foft harmonious Name,
1 Every faithful Heart's Deft re,
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See thy Followers, O Lamb,
All at once to Thee afpire;
Drawn by thy Uniting Grace,
After Thee we fwiftly run,
Hand in Hand we feek thy Face,
Come, and perfect us in One.
^.2 Mollify our harfher Will,
Each to Each our Tempers fuit
By thy modulating Skill,
Heart to Heart, as Lute to Lute:
Sweetly on our Spirits move,
Gently touch the trembling Strings,
Make the Harmony of Love,
Mufic for the King of Kings.
3 See the Souls that hang on Thee,
Sever'd though in Flefli we are,
Join'd in Spirit all agree,
All thy only Love declare;
Spread thy Love to all around:
Hark, we now our Voices raife,
Joyful confentaneous Sound,
Sweeteft Symphony of Praife!
4 Jesu's Praife is all our Song;
While we Jesu?s Praife repeat,
Glide our happy Days along,
Glide with Down upon their Feet:
Far from Sorrow, Sin, and Fear,
'Till we take our Seats above,
Live we all as Angels here,
Only fmg, and praife, and love.
CCXLIV.
HYMN LIV.
s \7E Souls, that own the Common Lord,
j[ Who fufFer*d once for All,
And wait with us the Hallowing Word,
Which fave§ us from our Fall;
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2 You, though in Body diftant far,
We now in Spirit meet,
You (for our Souls united are)
In Jesu's Name we greet.
3 United in the clofeft Bands,
Whom Seas and Mountains part;
The Spirit more than joins our Hands,
He makes us One in Heart.
4 Fellowfhip to the World unknown,
In Jesu's Name we prove,
Jesus is our Chief Corner Stone,
And cements us by Love.
5 From Him our mingled Bleflings flow,
We feel his Blood applied,
And Nothing feek, and Nothing know,
But Jesus crucified.
6 The Man who hung upon the Tree
In every Sinner's ftead,
Him to receive we all agree,
And Him we call our Head.
7 To Him let every Member cleave,
And we lhall never part,
We cannot each the Other leave,
When God hath all our Heart.
8 Then let us love our Lord alone,
'Till all his Grace we prove,
And put his Glorious Image on,
Imparadis'd in Love.
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CCXLV.
HYMN LV.
LIFT up your Hearts to Things above,. &S I
Ye Followers of the Lamb,
And join with us to praife his Love,
And glorify his Name.
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332 Hymns and Sacred Poems.
2 To Jesu's Name give Thanks, and fing,
Whole Mercies never end,
Rejoice, rejoice, the Lord is King,
The King is now our Friend.
3 Our Bofom-Friend, and Brother too,
Our Hulband, and our Head,
Who all He bids delight to do,
And in his Footfteps tread.
4 Who for his Sake count all Things Lofs,
On Earthly Good look down,
And joyfully fuftain the Crofs,
'Till we receive the Crown.
5 Then let us ftir each other up,
Our Faith by Works t' approve,
By holy purifying Hope,
And the fweet Talk of Love.
6 "Love us, though far in Flelh disjoin'd,
Ye Lovers of the Lamb,
And ever bear us on your Mind,
Who think, and fpeak the fame.
7 You on Our Mind we ever bear,
Whoe'er to Jesus bow,
Stretch out the Arms of Faith, and Prayer,
And lo, we reach you Now!
8 Surely we Now your Souls embrace,
With you we Now appear
Prefent before the Throne of Grace,
And You, and Christ is here.
9 Mercy, and Peace your Portion be,
To carnal Minds unknown,
The hidden Manna, and the Tree
Of Life, and the White Stone.
io The Bleffings all on you be Ihed,
Which God in Christ imparts,
We pray the Spirit of our Head
Into your faithful Hearts.
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1 Let all, who for the Promife wait,
The Holy Ghost receive,
And rais'd to your Unfinning State
With God in Eden live.
2 Live, 'till the Lord in Glory come, V
And wait his Heaven to lhare:
He now is fitting up our Home—
Go on: we'll meet you there!
CCXLVI. Primitive Chrijiianity.
HYMN LVI.
1 T 1 APPY the Souls who firft believ'd,
ft To Jesus, and each other cleav'd,
join'd by the Un&ion from above,
In myftic Fellowlhip of Love.
2 Meek, fimple Followers of the Lamb,
They liv'd, and fpake, and thought the fame;
Brake the Commemorative Bread,
And drank the Spirit of their Head.
3 On God they cafi: their every Care,
Wreftling with God in mighty Prayer,
They claim'd the Grace, thro' Jesus given;
By Prayer they (hut, and open'd Heaven.
4 To Jesus they perform'd their Vows,
A little Church in every Houfe;
They joyfully confpir'd to raife
Their ceafelefs Sacrifice of Praife.
5 Propriety was there unknown,
None call'd what he poffefs'd his own;
Where all the Common Blefling fhare,
No Selfilh Happinefs was there.
6 With Grace abundantly endu'd,
A pure, Believing Multitude;
They all were of one Heart and Soul,
And only Love infpir'd the whole.
334 Hymns and Sacred Roems.
7 Oh, what an Age of Golden Days!
Oh, what a Choice, Peculiar Race!
'Wafh'd in the Lamb's all-cleanfmg Blood,
Anointed Kings, and Priefts. to God!
8 Where fhall" I wander now to find
The Succeffors they left behind?
The Faithful, whom I feek invain,
Are minifh'd from the Sons of Men.
9 Ye different Sefts, who all declare
Lo! here is Christ, or Christ is there;
Your ftronger Proofs Divinely give,
And fhew me where 'The Cbrijlians live.
° Your Claim, alas! ye cannot prove,
Ye want the Genuine Mark of Love:
Thou only, Lord, Thine own canft fhew,
For fure Thou haft a Church below.
1 The Gates of Hell cannot prevail,
The Church on Earth can never fail:
Ah! join me to thy Secret ones,
Ah! gather all thy Living Stones.
2 Scatter'd o'er all the Earth they lie,
'Till Thou colleft them with thine Eye,
Draw by the Mufic of thy Name,
And charm into a beauteous Frame.
3 For this the pleading Spirit groans,
And cries in all thy Banifh'd Ones:
Greateft of Gifts, thy Love impart,
And make us of one Mind and Heart.
4 Join every Soul that looks to Thee,
In Bonds of perfeft Charity:
Now, Lord, the glorious Fulnefs give,
And all in all forever live.
PART II.
i Jesus, from whom all Blefiings flow,
Great Builder of thy Church below,
Hymns and Sacred Poems'.
If now thy Spirit moves my Breaft,
Hear, and fulfil thine own Requeft.
2 The Few that truly call Thee Lord,
And wait thy Sandifying Word,
And Thee their Utmoft Saviour own,
Unite, and perfed them in one.
3 Gather them in on every Side,
And in thy Tabernacle hide;
Give them a Refling-place to find,
A Covert from the Storm, and Wind.
4 O find them out fome calm Recefs,
Some unfrequented Wildernefs!
Thou, Lord, the fecret Place prepare,
And hide, and feed the Woman there.
5 Thither colled thy little Flock,
Under the Shadow of their Rock:
The holy Seed, the royal Race,
The Handing Mon'uments of thy Grace.
6 O let them all thy Mind exprefs,
Stand forth thy Chofen WitnelTes!
Thy Power unto Salvation Ihew,
And perfed Holinefs below;
7 The Fulnefs of thy Grace receive,
And limply to thy Glory live ;
Strongly relied the Light Divine,
And in a Land of Darknefs Ihine.
8 In Them let all Mankind behold
How Chriftians liv'd in Days of old;
(Mighty their envious Foes to move,
A Proverb of Reproach—and Love.)
9 O make them of one Soul and Heart,
The All-conforming Mind impart;
Spirit of Peace, and Unity,
The Sinlefs Mind that was in Thee.
l0 Call them into thy wondrous Light,
Worthy to walk with Thee in White;
336 Hymns and Sacred Poems.
Make up thy Jewels, Lord, and lhew
The Glorious Spotlefs Church below.
11 From every finful Wrinkle free,
Redeem'd from All Iniquity;
The Fellowlhip of Saints made known;
And Oh! my God, might I be One!
12 O might my Lot be caft with Thefe,
The leaft of Jesu's Witneffes!
O that my Lord would count me meet
To wafti his dear Difciples Feet!
12 This only Thing do I require, **
Thou knowft 'tis All my Heart's Delire, XXIII
Freely what I receive to give, XXIX
The Servant of thy Church to live.- XLI
, . . XLII
14. After my lowly Lord to go, v ^
And wait upon thy Saints below, yy
Enjoy the Grace to Angels given, ^
And ferve the Royal Heirs of Heaven. y-j
Lord, if I now thy Drawings feel, ^ LVII
And a!k according to thy Will, LVII
Confirm the Prayer, the Seal impart, _ LIX.
And fpeak the Anfwer to my Heart. IX.
j 6 Tell me, or Thou {halt never go, I
" Thy Prayer is heard, it {hall be fo."
The Word hath pafs'd thy Lips, and I
Shall with thy People live, and die.
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XXIII—XXIX. Defring to pray — 3 £
XXIX—XL I. On the Lofs of his Friends 40
XLI. Thankj."giving for his Difappointtnents 53
XLII. Written when under Reproach —• 55
XLIV—LIV. Defying Death — — 59
LIV. On the Death of Sam.Hitchens— 74
LV. For One Departing — — 75
LVI. Or the Death of a Friend — — 76
LVII. Another —. — 77
LVIIL On the Death of Thomas Beard 79
LIX. Another — — — 81
LXi On the Death of Alex. White — 83
LXf—LXXVI. Hymns of Interceffton — 87
LXXYI—LXXXIV. Hymns for the Per-
fecuted — — — 108
LXXXIV—CIII. Hymns for the Watch-
Nights — — — 118
Part II.
Hymn Page
CIII—CXL. Hymns for Thofe that wait
for full Redemption — — 147
CXL—CLXL Hymns for Widows — 195
C O N TTN T S.
Hymns Page
//CLXI—CLXVI. The Marks of Faith — 220
CLXVI. For the Fear of God — — 229
J J CLXVII. For a Tender Confcience •— 230
/^CLXVIII. It is God that worketh, &c.
Phil. ii. 13. — — — 231
CLXXI. Thankfginjing for Deliverance from
Pain — — —" 234.
CLXXII. from Shipwreck — 235
CLXXIII. from Temptation -— 236
CLXXI V. from Death, by the
Fall of an Houfe — — 237
CLXXV. Going to anfwer a Charge of
Treafon — — 239
CLXXVI. Afterwards • — — 240
CLXXVIII. Matt. vii. 33. Seekye frfl,$cc. 241
CLXXIX—CLXXX1I. On a Journey — ib.
CLXXXII—CLXXXIII. AttheBaptifh of
Adults — — — 245
CLXXXIV—CLXXXV. Hymns for the
Kingfwood Colliers — — 246.
CLXXXVI. The Phyfician s Hymn — 24$
CLXXXVII. Hymn for a Mother 25a
CLXXXVIII. For an Unconverted Child— 252
CLXXXIX. The True Ufe of Mufic —-253
CXC. Another — — 235
CXCI. On his Birth-Day •— — ^-7
CXCII—CCXLVI. Hymns for Chrifian
Friends — — —259-
CCLXVI. .Primitive Chrijiianity -— 333
ERRATA,
E R RA
Page 9. Line 20. for fuffering read fuffering.—
^.14. /. 9. for human read humane. — ibid.
I. 15. for Helpers read Holpen.—p. 17. I. 22.
for on read/cr.—p. 18. /. 14. for in read is.—
p. 19. /. 12. for Nature''s read Nature's Life is.
—p. 112. /. 28. for Love read Load.—-p. 217.
/. 17. omit Spirit.—p. 283. /. 25. for fore read
fitre.—p. 290. /. 7. omit thine.— />. 320. for
46. read 45.—/>. 321. /. 3. foryor read
yir.—p. 322. /. 6. for bought read brought.
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