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 and Philadelphia, to be used in 
 all the churches. 
 
 All Things written in the Law of Moses, 
 and the Prophets , and the Psalms , con¬ 
 cerning Me , must he fulfilled. 
 
 PRINTED FOR W. DURELL ? NO. 106 , 
 MAIDEN-LANE. 
 
 DEARE ANP ANDREWS, PRINTERS, 
 
C 3 ) 
 
 THE 
 
 PSALMS OF DAVID 
 
 IN METRE. 
 
 PSALM 1, c. m. 
 
 1 B L ? ST is the man who shuns the place 
 
 Where linners love to meet; 
 
 Who fears to tread their wicked ways 
 And hates the scoffer’s feat: 
 
 2 But in the Ramies of the Lord 
 
 Has plac d his chief delight; 
 
 By-day he reads or hears the word. 
 
 And meditates by night. 
 
 3 [He, like a plant of gen’rous kind. 
 
 By living waters let, 
 
 Safe from the Rorms and blaftinct wind 
 Enjoys a peaceful Rate.] * 
 
 4 Green as the leaf, and ever fair, 
 
 Shall his profeffion fhine, 
 
 While fruits of holinefs appear 
 Like cluRers on the vine. 
 
 i> Not fo the impious and unjuR; 
 
 What vain defigns they form l 
 
4 PSALM I. 
 
 Their hopes are blown aw ay like duft, 
 
 Or chaff before the dorm. 
 
 I Sinners in judgment fhall not (land 
 Amongft the Ions of grace, 
 
 When Chrift, the judge, at his right-hand 
 Appoints his faints a place. 
 
 7 His eye beholds the path they tread ; 
 
 His heart approves it well: 
 
 But crooked ways of finners lead 
 Down to the gates of hell. 
 
 PSALM 1, s. 24 . 
 
 1 npHE man is ever bled 
 
 Who fhuns the tinners’ ways, 
 Amongd their counfeb never dands. 
 Nor takes the fcorner’s place : 
 
 2 But makes the law of God 
 
 His dudy and delight, 
 
 Amidd the labors of the day 
 And -watches of the night. 
 
 3 He like a tree fhall thrive, 
 
 With waters near the root ; 
 
 Fredi as the leaf his name (ball live ; 
 His works are heav’nly fruit. 
 
 4 Not fo tlr* ungodly race, 
 
 They no fuch blefings find: 
 
5 
 
 PSALM I. 
 
 Their hopes fhall flee like empty cliafF 
 Before the driving' wind. 
 
 5 How will they bear to Hand 
 
 Before the judgment feat, 
 
 Where all the faints.at ChriiVs rjght-hand 
 In full affembly meet ? 
 
 6 He knows and he approves 
 
 The way the righteous go; 
 
 But finners, and their works, fhall meet 
 A dreadful overthrow. 
 
 PSALM 1 , L . m. 
 
 * H APPY t! ie raan whofe cautious feet 
 Shim the broad way that finners go, 
 Who hates the place where atheifts meet, 
 And fears to talk as fcoffers do. 
 
 2 He loves t* employ his morning light 
 Among 11 the flatutes #f the Lord, 
 
 And fpenda the wakeful hours of night, 
 With pleafure pond’ring o’er his word. 
 
 3 He, like a plant by gentle flreams. 
 
 Shall flourifh in immortal green ; 
 
 And Heav’n will fliine with kindeilbeams 
 On ev’ry work his hand's begin. 
 
 4 But finners And their counfels crofl; 
 
 As chaff before the te#npest flies, 
 
6 PSALM II. 
 
 So fhall their hopes be blown and loft. 
 When the lad trumpet (hakes the (kies. 
 
 5 In vain the rebel feeks to (land 
 In judgment with the pious race ; 
 
 The dreadful Judge, with ftern command, 
 Divides him to a diff’rent place. 
 
 6 ‘ Straight is the way my faints have trod 
 ‘ I bleft the path, and drew it plain : 
 
 « But you would choofe the crooked road 
 1 And down it leads to endlefs pain.* 
 
 PSALM 2, s. m. Acts 4, 24, &.c. 
 
 1 [iy/T AKER and fov’reign Lord 
 
 ^ Of heav’n, and earth, and Teas, 
 Thy providence confirms thy word. 
 
 And anlwers thy decrees. 
 
 2 The things fo long foretold 
 
 By David are ^ulfil’d ; 
 
 When Jews and Gentiles join to (lay 
 Jefus, thy holy child.] 
 
 3 Why did the Gentiles rage, 
 
 And Jews, with one accord, 
 
 Bend all their counfelsto dellroy 
 Th’ Anointed of the Lord? 
 
 4 Rulers and kings agree 
 
 To form a vain deiign ; 
 
PSALM II. 
 
 Agavnft the Lord their pow’rsunite, 
 Againft his Chriil they join. 
 
 5 The Lord derides their rage, 
 
 And will fupport his throne ; 
 
 He that hath rais’d him from the dead 
 Hath own’d him for his Son. 
 
 6 Now he’s afcerided high, 
 
 And alks to rule the earth ; 
 
 The merit of his blood he pleads, 
 
 And pleads his heav’nly birth. 
 
 PAUSE. 
 
 7 He afks, and God bellows 
 
 A large inheritance ; 
 
 Far as the world’s remoteil ends 
 His kingdom final 1 advance. 
 
 8 The nations that rebel, 
 
 Muil feel his iron rod ; 
 
 He’ll vindicate thofe honors well 
 Which he receiv’d from God. 
 
 9 [Be wife, ye rulers, new, 
 
 x And worfhip at his throne; 
 
 With trembling joy, ye people bow 
 To God’s exalted Son. 
 
 10 If. once his wrath arife, 
 
 Ye perifh on the place ; 
 
ism 
 
 
 1 
 
 
 PSALM II. 
 
 Then blefled is the foul that flies 
 For refuge to his grace.] 
 
 PSALM 2, c. m. 
 
 TXTHY did the nations join to flay 
 
 * * The Lord’s anointed fon ? 
 
 Why did they call his laws away, 
 
 And tread his gofpel down ? 
 
 2 The Lord that fits above the (kies, 
 
 Derides their rage below ; 
 
 He ipeaks with vengeance in his eyes, 
 And flrikes their fpirits through. 
 
 3 ‘ I call him my eternal fon, 
 
 1 And raife him from the dead : 
 
 ‘ I make my hc'ly hill his throne, 
 i And wide his kingdom lpread, 
 
 4 ‘ Afk me, my Son, and then enjoy, 
 
 1 The mniofl heathen lands: 
 
 * Thy red of iron fhall deflroy 
 
 * The rebel that withilands.’ 
 
 5 Re wife, ye rulers of the. earth, 
 
 Obey th’ anointed Lord ; 
 
 Adore the King of heav’nly birth, 
 And tremble at his word. 
 
 6 \\ ith humble lcve addrefs his throne: 
 
 For if he frown, ye die : 
 
§ 
 
 PSALM II. 
 
 Thofe are fecure, and thofe alone, 
 
 Who on his grace rely. 
 
 PSALM 2, L. m. 
 
 1 TATHY did the Jews proclaim their rage, 
 
 * * The Romans why their fwords employ, 
 Againft the Lord their powers engage. 
 His dear Anointed to deftroy ? 
 
 2 1 Come, let us break his bands,* they fay, 
 
 ‘ This man {hall never give us laws;* 
 
 And thus they carl his yoke away, 
 
 And nail’d their Monarch to the crofs. 
 
 3 But God, who high in glory reigns, 
 Laughs at their pride, their rage controuls; 
 He’ll vex their hearts with inward pains. 
 And {peak in thunder to their fouls. 
 
 4 1 I will maintain the kinsr I made, 
 
 4 On Zion’s everlailing hill; 
 
 4 My hand {hall bring him from the dead, 
 
 * And he {hall (land your fov’reign Hill.* 
 
 5 [His wona’rous riling from the earth 
 Makes his eternal Godhead known ; 
 
 The Lord declares his heav’nly birth, 
 
 4 This day have I begot my Son : 
 
 6 4 Afcend, my Son, to my right-hand, 
 
 4 There thou {halt alk and I bellow 
 
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 PSALM III. 
 
 * The iitmpft bounds of Heathen land ; 
 ‘ To thee the nothern ifies (hall how.] 
 
 7 But nations that refill; his grace 
 Shall fall beneath his iron ilroke ; 
 
 His rod fhall crufh his foes with eafe, 
 As potter's earthen work is broke. 
 
 PAUSE. 
 
 8 Now, ye who fit on earthly thrones. 
 
 Be wise, and ferve the Lord the Lamb: 
 Now at his feet fubmit your crowns, 
 Rejoice and tremble at his name. 
 
 9 With humble love addrefs the Son, 
 
 Left he grow angry, and ye die ; 
 
 His wrath will burn to -wot Ids unknown, 
 If ye provoke his jealouiy. 
 
 10 His ftorms fiiall drive yon quick to hell: 
 He is a God and ye but dull ; 
 
 Happy the fouls that know him well, 
 And make his grace their only trull. 
 
 PSALM 3, c. m. 
 
 A/T Y God, how many are my fears ! 
 
 How fall my foes increafe? 
 Confpiring my eternal death, 
 
 They break my prelerit peace. 
 
 1 he lying tempter would perfuadc 
 There’s no relief in heav’n. 
 
PSALM III. 1.1 
 
 And all my fwelling fins appear 
 Too big' to be forgiv’n. 
 
 3 But thou, my glory and my ftrength, 
 
 Shalt on the tempter tread : 
 
 Shalt filence all my threat’rimg guilt. 
 
 And raife my drooping head. 
 
 4 [I cry’d, and from his holy hill 
 
 He bow’d a lill’ning ear ; 
 
 I call'd my Father and my God, 
 
 And he fubdu’d my fear. 
 
 5 He feed foft (lumbers on mine eyes, 
 
 In fpite of all my foes ; 
 
 I woke and wonder’d at the grace 
 That guarded my repofe.] 
 
 6 What tho’ the hods of death and hell 
 
 All arm’d againit me ilccd, 
 
 Terrors no more (ball fiiake my foul; 
 
 My refuge is my God. 
 
 7 Arife, O Lord, fulfil thy grace, 
 
 While I thy glory fing : 
 
 My God has broke the ferpent’s teeth. 
 And death has loft his fting. 
 
 $ Salvation to the Lord belongs, 
 
 His arm alone can fave ; 
 
 Bleffings attend thy people here, 
 
 And reach beyond the grave. 
 
it PSALM III, IV. 
 
 PSALM 3, 1 — 3, 8. i.. m. 
 
 1 LORD, how many are my foes, 
 
 ^ In this weak ftate of flefh and blood! 
 My peace they daily difeompofe: 
 
 But my defence and hope is God. 
 
 2 Tir’d with the burdens of the day, 
 
 To thee I rais’d an ev’ning cry: 
 
 Thou heard’ft when I began to pray, 
 And thine Almighty help was nigh. 
 
 3 Supported by thine heav’nly aid, 
 
 I laid me down and flept fecure; 
 
 Not death fhould make my heart afraid, 
 Tho* I fhould wake and l ife no more. 
 
 4 But God fnftain’d me all the night ; 
 Salvation doth to God belong: 
 
 He rais’d my head to fee the light, 
 
 And makes his praife my morning fong. 
 
 PSALM 4, 1—3, 5-1-7. l. m. 
 
 1 GOD of grace and righteoufnefs, 
 Hear and attend when I complain; 
 
 Thou haft enlarg’d me in diftrefs, 
 
 Bow down a gracious ear again. 
 
 2 \ e fons of men, in vain ye try 
 1 o turn my glory into fhame ; 
 
 How long will fcofiers love to lie, 
 
 And dare reproach my Saviour’s name? 
 
 
PSALM IV. 13 
 
 3 Know that the Lord divides his faints 
 From all the tribes of men belide; 
 
 He hears the cry of penitents, 
 
 For the dear fake of Chrift that dy’d. 
 
 4 When our obedient hands have done 
 A thoufand works of righteoufnefs, 
 
 We put our trull in God alone, 
 
 And glory in his pard’ning grace. 
 
 5 Let the unthinking many fay, 
 
 ‘ Who will bellow fome earthly good ?• 
 But, Lord, thy light and love we pray, 
 Owr fouls delire this heavhily food. 
 
 6 Then lhall my cheerful pcw’rs rejoice 
 At grace and favors fo divine ; 
 
 Nor will I change my happy choice. 
 
 For all their corn and all their wine. 
 
 PSALM 4, 3—5, 8. e. m. 
 
 1 T ORD, thou wilt hear me when I pray, 
 ^ I am. for ever thine ; 
 
 I fear before thee all the day, 
 
 Nor would I dare to fin. 
 
 2 And while I reft my weary head. 
 
 From cares and bus'nefs free, 
 
 *Tis fweet converfmg on my bed 
 With *iy own heart and thee. 
 
14 PSALM V. 
 
 3 I pay this ev’ning facriticc : 
 
 And when mv work is done, 
 
 * * 
 
 Great God! my faith and hope relies 
 Upon thy grace alone. 
 
 4 Thus, with my thoughts compos’d to peace, 
 
 I’ll give mine eyes to deep ; 
 
 Thy hand in l'afetv keeps my days, 
 
 And will my (lumbers keep. 
 
 PSALM 5, c. m. 
 
 1 T ORD, in the morning thou {halt hear 
 
 My voice afcending high ; 
 
 To thee will I dire# my pray’r, 
 
 To thee lift up mine eye. 
 
 2 Up to the hills where Chrifl is gone 
 
 To plead for all his faints, 
 
 Prefenting at his Father’s throne 
 Our fongs and our complaints. 
 
 3 Thou art a God, before whofe fight 
 
 The wicked fhall not Hand; 
 
 Sinners (hall ne’er be thy delight, 
 
 Nor dwell at thy right-hand. 
 
 4 But to thy houfe will I re fort, 
 
 To take thy mercies there ; 
 
 I will frequent thine holy court. 
 
 And worfhip in thy fear. 
 
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 PSALM VI. 
 
 5 O may thy Spirit guide my feet, 
 
 In ways of righteoufnefs ! 
 
 Make ev’ry path of duty Itralght 
 And plain before my face. 
 
 pause. 
 
 6 My watchful enemies combine 
 
 To tempt my feet ailray ; 
 
 They flatter with a bale defign 
 To make my foul their prey. 
 
 7 Lord, crufli the ferpent in the duft, 
 
 And all liis plots deftroy ; 
 
 While thole that in thy mercy trull 
 For everfhout for joy. 
 
 8 The men that love and fear thy name 
 
 Shall fee their hopes fulfrPd ; 
 
 The mighty God will compafs them 
 With favor as a fliield, 
 
 PSALM 6, c. m. 
 
 1 TN anger, Lord, rebuke me not, 
 
 1 Withdraw the dreadful fiorm : 
 
 Nor let thy fury grow fo hot 
 
 A gain 11 a feeble worm. 
 
 2 My foul’s bow’d down with heavy cares., 
 
 My flefh with pain opprefl; 
 
 My couch is witnefs to my tears, 
 
 My tears forbid my reft* 
 
16 PSALM VI. 
 
 3 Sorrow and pain wear out my days; 
 
 I waile the night with cries; 
 
 Counting the minutes as they pafs, 
 
 Till the flow morning rife. 
 
 4 Shall I he ft ill tormented more ? 
 
 My eyes confum’dwith grief? 
 
 How long, my God, how long before 
 Thine hand affords relief? 
 
 5 He hears when dull and allies lpeak, 
 
 He pities all our groans ; 
 
 He faves us for his mercy’s fake, 
 
 And heals our broken bones. 
 
 • The virtue of his fov'reign word 
 Reftores our fainting breath ; 
 
 For lilent graves praii'e not the Lord, 
 Nor is he known in death. 
 
 PSALM 6, l. m. 
 
 1 T ORD, I can fuller thy rebukes, 
 
 When thou with kindnefsdoft cliaftifc 
 But thy flerce wrath I cannot bear, 
 
 O let it not againlt me rife. 
 
 9 Pity my languifliing eilate, 
 
 And eale the forrows that I feel ; 
 
 The wounds thy heavy hand hath made, 
 t) let thy gentler touches heal. 
 
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 PSALM VII. 
 
 3 See how I pafs my weary days 
 In hghs and groans; and when ’tis night 
 My bed is water’d with my tears ; 
 
 My grief confumes and dims my fight. 
 
 4 Look how the pow’rs of nature mourn f 
 How long, almighty God, how long? 
 When {ball thine hour of grace return ? 
 \V 7 hen fhall I make thy grace my long? 
 
 5 I feel my flefh* fo near the grave. 
 
 My thoughts are tempted to deipair ; 
 
 But graves can never praife the Lord, 
 
 For all is dull and lilence there. 
 
 6 Depart, ye tempters, from my foul. 
 
 And all defpairing thoughts depart; 
 
 My God, who hears my humble moan, 
 Will eafe my flefh, and cheer my heart. 
 
 PSALM 7, c. m. 
 
 1 M Y truft is in ra y heav’nly friend-; 
 
 My hope in thee, my God; 
 
 Rile, and my helplefs life defend 
 From thofe that feek my blood. 
 
 2 With infolen-ce and fury they 
 
 My foul in pieces tear ; 
 
 As hungry lions rend the prey, 
 
 When no deliverer’s near. 
 
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18 PSALM VII. 
 
 3 If I had e’er provok’d them firft. 
 
 Or once abus'd my foe, 
 
 Then let him tread my life to dull, 
 
 And lay my honor low. 
 
 4 If there be malice hid in me, 
 
 (l know thy piercing eyes) 
 
 I ihould not dare appeal to thee, 
 
 Nor afk my God to rile. 
 
 5 Arife, my God, lift up thine hand, 
 
 Their pride and power controul: 
 Awake to judgment, and command 
 Deliv’rance for my foul. 
 
 * 
 
 PAUSE. 
 
 6 [Let finners and their wicked rage 
 
 Be humbled to the dull: 
 
 • Shall not the God of truth engage 
 To vindicate the juft? 
 
 7 lie knows the. heart, he tries the reins, 
 
 He will defend th* upright: 
 
 His fharpeft arrows he ordains 
 Againlt the Tons of fpite. 
 
 8 For me their malice digg’d a pit, 
 
 But there themfelves are call; 
 
 My God makes all their milchief light 
 On their own heads at laid] 
 
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 PSALM VIII. 
 
 9 That cruel persecuting race 
 
 Mult feel his dreadful fword; 
 
 Awake, my foul, and praife the grace 
 And juflice o,f the Lor,d. 
 
 PSALM 8, s. m. 
 
 1 LORD, our heav’nly King, 
 
 ^ Thv name is all divine : 
 
 * 
 
 Thy glories round the earth are Spread, 
 And o’er the heav’ns they Ihine. 
 
 2 When to thy works on high 
 
 I raife my wond’ring eyes, 
 
 And fee the moon complete fn light 
 Adorn the darklome Ikies. 
 
 3 When I Survey the liars, 
 
 And all their Shining forms ; 
 
 Lord, what is man ! that worthless thing* 
 Akin to dull and worms ? 
 
 4 Lord, what is worthlefs man, 
 
 That thou Ihould’il love him fo l 
 Next to thine angels is he plac’d. 
 
 And Lord of all below. 
 
 3 Thine honors crown his head, 
 
 Whilll bealls like ilaves obey, 
 
 And birds that cut the air with wings* 
 And Mt that cleave the fea. 
 
20 PSALM VIII. 
 
 6 How rich thy bounties are ! 
 
 And wond’rcus are thy ways! 
 
 Of dull and worms thy pow*r can frame 
 A monument of praife. 
 
 7 [Out of the'mouths of babes 
 
 And fucklings thou canil draw, 
 Surpriling honors to thy name, 
 
 And Itrike the world with awe. 
 
 8 O Lord, our heav’nly King, 
 
 Thy name is all divine : 
 
 Thy glories round the earth are fpread, 
 And o’er the heav’ns they (bine.] 
 
 PSALM 8, c. m, 
 
 1 /"A LORD our God, how wond’rous great 
 
 Is thine exalted name ! 
 
 The glories of thy heav’nly Hate 
 Let men and babes proclaim. 
 
 2 When I beheld thy works on high, 
 
 The moon that rules the night. 
 
 And liars that well adorn the fky. 
 
 Thole moving worlds of light; 
 
 3 Lord, what is man, or all his race. 
 
 Who dwells fo far below, 
 
 That thou fhould vilit him w ith grace* 
 And love his nature lb l 
 
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PSALM VIII. 21 
 
 4 That thine eternal Son {hotild bear 
 
 To take a mortal form, 
 
 Made lower than his angels are, 
 
 To lave a dying worm ? 
 
 5 [Yet while he liv'd on earth unknown. 
 
 And man would not adore, 
 
 Th’ obedient Teas and fillies own 
 His Godhead and his povv’r. 
 
 6 The waves lay fpread beneath his feet, 
 
 And filb, at his command. 
 
 Bring their large ilioals to Peter's net, 
 And tribute to his hand, 
 
 7 Thefe lefler glories of the Son 
 
 Shone thro’ the flethly cloud : 
 
 Now we behold him on his throne, 
 
 And Men confefs him God ] 
 
 8 Let him be crown’d with maiefty, 
 
 Who bow'd his head to de lth": 
 
 And be his honors founded high 
 By all things that have breath. 
 
 9 Jefu.s, our Lord, how wond rous great 
 
 Is thy exalted name ! 
 
 The glories of thy heav’nlv date 
 Let the whole earth proclaim. 
 
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 PSALM VIII. 
 
 PSALM 8, wr. 1, 2, paraphrased. 
 
 Part 1, l m. 
 
 * A LMIGHTY Ruler of the Ikies, 
 
 A Thro* the wide earth thy name is fpread, 
 
 And thine eternal glories riie 
 
 O’er all the heav’nsthy hands have made. 
 
 2 To thee the voices of the young, 
 
 A monument of honor raife ; 
 
 And babes with uninftru&ed tongue 
 Declare the wonders of thy prail’e. 
 
 3 Thy pow’r affid their tender age 
 
 To bring proud rebels to the ground ; 
 
 To hill the bold blafphemers’ rage, 
 
 And all their policies confound. 
 
 4 Children amidll thv temple throng. 
 
 To fee the great Redeemer’s face \ 
 
 The Son of David is their long. 
 
 And young hofannas fill the place. 
 
 5 The frowning feribes and angry priefts 
 In vain their impious cavils bring; 
 Revenge fits lilent in their brealls, 
 
 While Jew ifh babes proclaim their King. 
 
 PSALM 8, ver.3,&c. paraphrased. 
 
 Part 2, L m. \ 
 
 1 T OllD, what was man when made at firft, 
 Adam the offspring of the dull! 
 
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 PSALM IX. 
 
 That thou fhouldft fet him and his face 
 But juft below an angels place ; 
 
 2 That thou fhouldft raife his nature fo, 
 And make him lord of all below ; 
 
 Make ev’ry beall and bird fubmit. 
 
 And lay the Tflies at his feet ? 
 
 3 But O what brighter glories w r ait 
 To crown the fecohd Adam’s Hate! 
 What honors {hall thy Son adorn, 
 
 Who condefcended to be born! £, 
 
 4 See him below his angels made. 
 
 See him in duft amongft the dead. 
 
 To lave a ruin’d world from fin : 
 
 But he fliall reign with pow’r divine. 
 
 5 The world to come, redeem’d from all 
 The mis’ries that attend the fall, 
 
 New made, and glorious, fliall fubmit 
 At our exalted Saviour’s feet. 
 
 PSALM 9, Part 1, c. m. 
 
 my whole heart I’ll raife my fong, 
 
 Thy wonders I’ll proclaim : 
 
 Thou, fov’reign Judge of right and wrong, 
 Wilt put my foes to fhame. 
 
 2 I’ll fing thy majefty and grace : 
 My God prepares his throne, 
 
24 ' PSALM IX; 
 
 To judge the world in righteoufnefs, 
 And make his vengeance known. 
 
 3 Then fnall the Lord a refuge prove. 
 
 For all the poor opprelt: 
 
 To fave the people of his love, 
 
 And give the weary reit. 
 
 4 The men that know thy name will truft 
 
 In thine abundant grace. 
 
 For thou haft ne’er forfook the juft, 
 Who humbly fought thy face. 
 
 5 Sing praifes to the righteous Lord, 
 
 Who dwells on Zion’s hill; 
 
 Who executes his threat’ning word, 
 And doth his erace fulfil. 
 
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 PSALM 9, ver. 12, Part 2, c. m. 
 
 1 'lA/'HEN the great Judge, fnpreme andjuft 
 Shall once inquire for blood, 
 
 The humble fouls that mourn in dull 
 Shall find a faithful God. 
 
 2 lie from the dreadful gates of death 
 
 Does his own children raiiV;., 
 
 In Zion’s gates, with cheerful breath, 
 1 hey hug their Father’s praife. 
 
 3 His foes fliall fall with heedlefs feet 
 
 Into the pit they made j 
 
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 PSALM X. 
 
 And fmners perifli in the net 
 
 That their own hands have fpread. 
 
 4 Thus-bf thy judgments, mighty God, 
 
 Are thy deep counfels known! 
 When men of mifchief are dehroy'd. 
 The i'uare mull be their own. 
 
 PAUSE. 
 
 5 The wicked {hall link down to hell; 
 
 Thy wrath devour the lands 
 That dare forget thee, or rebel 
 Again!!, thy known commands. 
 
 6 Tho* faints to fore diflrefs are brought, 
 
 And wait and long complain, 
 
 Their cries (ball not be long forgot, 
 Nor {hall their hopes be vain. 
 
 7 [Rife, great Redeemer, from thy feat, 
 
 To judge and lave the poor; 
 
 L.et nations tremble at thy feet, 
 
 And men prevail no more. 
 
 8 Thy thunder {hall affright the proud, 
 
 And put their hearts to pain ; 
 
 Make them eonfefs that thou art God, 
 And they but feeble men.] 
 
 PSALM 10, c.m. 
 
 1 TX7HY doth the Lord {land off fo far 
 ’ * And why conceal his face, 
 
26 PSALM X. 
 
 When great calamities appear. 
 
 And times of deep diitreis? 
 
 2 Lord, (hall the wicked flill deride 
 
 Thy juftice and thy power? 
 
 Shall they advance their heads in pride, 
 And if ill thy faints devour ? 
 
 3 They put thv judgments from their fight, 
 
 And then infult the poor ; 
 
 They boall in their exalted height 
 That they (hall fall no more : 
 
 4 Arife, O God, lift up thine hand, 
 
 Attend our humble cry: 
 
 No enemy fhall dare to Hand 
 When God afcends on high. 
 
 PxYUSE. 
 
 3 Why do the men of malice rage, 
 
 And fay, with foolifh pride, 
 
 * The God of heav’n will ne’er engage 
 4 To fight on Zion’s fide V 
 
 6 But thou for ever art our Lord, 
 
 And powerful is thine hand! 
 
 As when the Heathen felt thy fvvord, 
 And perifh’d from thy land. 
 
 7 Thou wilt prepare our hearts to pray, 
 
 And cauie thine tars to hear: 
 
PSALM XI. 27 
 
 He hearkens what his children fay, 
 
 And puts the world in fear. 
 
 8 Proud tyrants {hall no more opprefs, 
 
 No more defpife the jutl; 
 
 And mighty linners (hall confefs 
 They are but earth and duft. 
 
 PSALM 11, l. m. 
 
 1 jVyTY refuge is the God cf love ; 
 
 IVx \ypy (Jo my foes infult and cry, 
 
 « Fly, like a tim’rous trembling dove, 
 
 ‘ To diftant woods or mountains fly l* 
 
 2 If government be all deflroy’d 
 (That firm foundation of our peace) 
 
 And violence make juft ice void, 
 
 Where (hall the righteous feek redrefs ? 
 
 3 The Lord in heav’n hath fix’d his throne ; 
 His eyes furvey the world below ; 
 
 To him all mortal things are known ; 
 
 His eyelids fearch our fpirits thro*. 
 
 4 If he afHicfts his faints fo far, 
 
 To prove their love and try their grace, 
 What may the bold tranfgreifors fear; 
 His very foul abhors their ways. 
 
 5 On impious wretches hefhall rain 
 Tempeilsof brimftone, fire, and death j 
 
 
 
 
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 PSALM XII. 
 
 Such as he kindled on the plain 
 Of Sodom with his angry breath. 
 
 6 The-righteous Lord loves righteous fouls | 
 Whole thoughts and actions are iincere ; 
 And with a gracious eye beholds 
 The men that his own image bear. 
 
 PSALM 12, L-. m. 
 
 ORD, if thou doll not foon appear, 
 
 Virtue and truth will flee away ; 
 
 A faithful man amongll us here 
 Will fcarce be found if thou delav. 
 
 2 The whole dilcouvle when neighbors meet 
 Is fill’d with trifles loo fie and vain; 
 
 Their lips are flatt’ry and deceit, 
 
 And their proud language is profane. 
 
 3 But lips that with deceit abound, 
 
 Shall not maintain their triumph long; 
 d he God of vengeance will confound 
 The flatt’ring and blafpheiping tongue. 
 
 4 ‘ Yet iliall our words be free,* they cry; 
 
 * Our tongues lhall be controul’d by none: 
 ‘ Where is the Lord will alk us why, 
 
 * Or lay, our lips are not our own ?’ 
 
 5 1 he Lord, who fees the poor oppreft, 
 And hears th’ opprelfor’s haughty Itrain, 
 
PSALM XII. 5 
 
 f 
 
 Will rile to give his children reft, 
 
 Nor (hall they truft his word in vain. 
 
 16 Thy word, O Lord, tho’ often try’d, 
 
 ; Void of deceit (hall Hill appear : 
 
 Not iilver, feven times purified 
 
 From drofs and mixture, fhines fo clear. 
 
 7 Thy grace fhall in the darkeft hour 
 Defend the holy foul from harm : 
 
 Tho’ when the vileft men have pow*r 
 On ev’ry fide will finners fwarm. 
 
 PSALM 12, g. m. 
 
 1 TTELP, Lord, for men of virtue fail, 
 
 •*Religion lofes ground ; 
 
 The fonsof violence prevail. 
 
 And treacheries abound. 
 
 2 Their oaths and promifes they break, 
 
 Yet a<ft the fiatt’rer’s part: 
 
 With fair deceitful lips they fpeak, 
 
 And with a double heart. 
 
 3 If we reprove fome hateful lie. 
 
 How is their fury ftirr’d! 
 
 4 Are not our lips our own,’ they cry* 
 
 4 And who fhall be our lord P 
 
 4 Scoffers appear on ev’ry fide, 
 
 . Where a vile race of men 
 
 
 
 
 
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SO PSALM XIII 
 
 Is rais’d to feats of pow’r and pride, 
 
 And bears the fvvord in vain. 
 
 pause. 
 
 5 Lord, when iniquities abound, 
 
 And blalphemy grows bold, 
 
 When faith is hardly to be found, 
 
 And love is waxing cold ; 
 
 6 Is not thy chariot haft’ning on ? 
 
 Haft thou not giv’n the fign ? 
 
 May we not trull and live upon 
 A promise fo divine? 
 
 7 ‘ Yes,’ faith the Lord, 1 now will I rife, 
 
 1 And make opprefiors flee : 
 
 * I (hall appear to their furprife, 
 
 4 And let my fervants free.* 
 
 8 Thy word like filver fev’n times try’d, 
 
 Thro* ages {hall endure : 
 
 The men that in thy truth confide 
 Shall find the promife fure. 
 
 , PSALM 13, l. m. 
 
 I Trow long, O Lord, {hall I complain, 
 ^ Like one that feeks his God in vain? 
 Canft thou thy face for ever hide, 
 
 And I ftill pray, and be deny’d ? 
 
31 
 
 PSALM XIII. 
 
 2 Shall I forever be forgot. 
 
 As one whom thou regarded not ? 
 
 Still (hall my foul thine abfence mourn ? 
 And Hill defpairof thy return ? 
 
 3 How long fliall my poor troubled breafl. 
 Be vviththefe anxious thoughts oppreft, 
 And Satan, my malicious foe, 
 
 Rejoice to fee me funk fo low ? 
 
 4 Hear, Lord, and grant me quick relief, 
 Before my death conclude my grief ? 
 
 If thou w uhhold’ft thy heav’nly light, 
 
 1 keep in everlaiting night. 
 
 5 How will the povr’rs of darknefs boait, 
 If but one praying foul be loll! 
 
 But I have milled in thy grace. 
 
 And fhall again behold thy face. 
 
 6 Wbate’er my fears or foes fuggeft, 
 
 Thou art my hope, my joy, my reft: 
 
 My heart (hall feel thy love, and raifc 
 My cheerful voice to fongs of praife. 
 
 PSALM 13, c. m. 
 
 1 T-TOW long wilt thou conceal thy face l 
 * My God, how long delay ? 
 
 When fhall I feel thofe heav’nly rays 
 That chafe my fears away l 
 
32 PSALM XIII. 
 
 2 How long fhall my poor lab’ring foul 
 
 Wreftle and toil in vain? 
 
 Thy word can all my foes controul, 
 
 And eaie my raging pain. 
 
 3 See how the prince of darknefs tries 
 
 All his malicious arts, 
 
 He fpreads a mill around my eyes, 
 
 And throws his fiery darts. 
 
 4 Be thou my fun, and thou my fhield. 
 
 My foiil in fafety keep : 
 
 Make haile, before mine eyes are feaPd 
 In death’s eternal deep. 
 
 5 How would the tempter boafl aloud, 
 
 If I became his prey ! 
 
 Behold the Tons of hell grow proud 
 At thy fo long delay. 
 
 Q But they (hall fly at thy rebuke, 
 
 And Satan hide his head; 
 
 He knows the terrors of thy look, 
 
 And hears thy voice with dread. 
 
 7 Thou wilt difplay that fov’reign grace 
 Where all my hopes are hung; 
 
 I {hall employ my lips in praife, 
 
 And victory (hall be lung. 
 
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 PSALM XIV. 
 
 PSALM 14, Part 1 , c, m. 
 
 1 "POOLS in their hearts believe and fay 
 
 “*■ * That all religion’s vain ; 
 
 ‘ There is no God that reitrns on hijrh 
 4 Or minds th’ affair^ of men.’ 
 
 2 From thoughts fo dreadful and profane 
 
 Corrupt difcourfe proceeds ; 
 
 And in their impious hands are found 
 Abominable deeds. 
 
 3 The Lord from his celeftial throne 
 
 Look'd down on things below. 
 
 To find the man that fought his grace, 
 
 Or did his juftice know. 
 
 4 By nature all are gone afiray ; 
 
 Their practice all the fame ; 
 
 There’s none that fears his Maker's hand ; 
 There’s none that loves his name. 
 
 5 Their tongues are ufed to fpeak deceit; 
 
 Their handers never ceafe : 
 
 H ow fwift to mifcliief are their feet ! 
 
 Nor know the paths of peace ! 
 
 6 Such feeds of fin (that bitter root) 
 
 In evTy heart are found; 
 
 Nor can they bear diviner fruit, 
 
 ’Till grace refine the ground. 
 
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34 
 
 PSALM XIV, XV. 
 
 PSALM 14, Part 2, c. M. 
 
 1 A RE {ninevs now fo fenfelefs grown 
 -VA T | iat t hey the faints devour ; 
 
 And never worlhip at thy throne, 
 
 Nor fear thine awful pow’r ? 
 
 2 Great God appear to their furprife, 
 
 Reveal thy dreadful name ; 
 
 Let them no more thy wrath cle 1 pile. 
 Nor turn our hope to fname. 
 
 3 Dolt thou not dwell among the juIt ? 
 
 And yet our foes deride, 
 
 That we Ihould make thy name our trull, 
 Great God confound their pride ! 
 
 4 O that the joyful day were come, 
 
 To finiQi our dillrefs ! 
 
 When God Hi all bring his children home, 
 Our long fhall never ceale. 
 
 PSALM 15, l. m. ^ 
 
 1 TXT HO (hall afcend thy heav’nly place, 
 
 * * O God of holinels ? 
 
 Whom will the Lord admit to dwell 
 So near his throne of grace? 
 
 2 The man that walks in pious ways, 
 
 And works with righteous hands; 
 
PSALM XV. 3 . 
 
 ^ kat ti lifts his IVXa k e r * s promifes 
 And follows his commands. 
 
 3 He fpeaks the meaning of his heart 
 
 Hoi ilandeis with his tongue • 
 
 Will fcarce believe an ill report* 
 
 Nor do his neighbour wrong. * 
 
 4 i he wealthy finner he contemns 
 
 Loves all that fear the Lord j * 
 
 And tho’ to his own hurt he fwears 
 Still he performs his word. ‘ * 
 
 5 His hands difdain a golden bribe 
 
 , And never gripe the poor: 
 
 This man (hall dwell with God on earth. 
 And find his heav’n fiecure. 
 
 PSALM 15, l. m. 
 
 1 \,y H O (hall afcend thy heav’nly place, 
 
 r Great God, and dwell before thy face ? 
 The man that minds religdon now, 
 
 And humbly walks with God below. 
 
 2 pure, whofeheart is'cleail, 
 
 hole lips fli)I fpeak the things they mean • 
 No handers dwell upon his tongue ; 
 
 He hates to do his neighbour wrong. 
 
 3 [Scarce will he truft an ill report, 
 
 Not vent it to his neighbours hurt s 
 
3$ PSALM XVI. 
 
 Sinners of ftate he can defpife, 
 
 But faints are honor’d in his eyes.] 
 
 4 [Firm to his word he ever flood, 
 
 And always makes his promife good; 
 
 Nor dares to change the thing he fwears, 
 Whatever pain or lofs he bears.] 
 
 5 [He never deals in bribing gold, 
 
 And mourns that juitice fhould be fold: 
 While others gripe and grind the poor, 
 Sweet charity attends his door.] 
 
 6 He loves his enemies, and prays 
 For thofe that curfe him to his face ; 
 
 And doth to all men Hill the fame, 
 
 That he would hope orwifh from them. 
 
 7 Yet, when his holieft works are done, 
 
 FI is foul depends on grace alone; 
 
 This is the man thy face fhall fee, 
 
 And dwell forever, Lord, with thee. 
 
 PSALM 16, Part I, l. m. 
 
 1 T311ESERVE me, Lord, in time of need, 
 -L For fuccour to thy throne I flee ; 
 
 But have no merits there to plead; 
 
 My goodnefs cannot reach to thee. 
 
 2 Oft have my heart and tongue confeft, 
 How empty and how poor I am; 
 
 « 
 
PSALM XVI. 
 
 My praife can never make thee blell, 
 And add new glories to thy name. 
 
 3 Yet, Lord, thy faints on earth may reap 
 Some profit by the g'ood we do ; 
 
 Thefe are the company I keep, 
 
 Thefe are the choifeil friends I know. 
 
 4 Let others choofe the fons of mirth 
 To give a relifh to their wine : 
 
 I love the men of heavhily birth, 
 
 Whole thoughts and language are divine 
 
 PSALM 16, Part ( 2, l. m. 
 
 TTQW fall their guilt and borrows rife, 
 I.i. Who halle to feek fome idol god! 
 
 I will not taile their facrifice, 
 
 Their off’rings of forbidden blood. 
 
 2 My God provides a richer cup, 
 And nobler food to live upon ; 
 He for my life has offer’d up 
 Jeius, his bell beloved Son. 
 
 3 His love is my perpetual feaft ; 
 
 By day his counfels guide me right: 
 And be his name for ever bleil, 
 
 Who gives me fweet advice by night. 
 
 4 I fet him Hill before mine eyes ; 
 
 At my right hand he Hands prepar’d, 
 
3S PSALM XVI. 
 
 To keep iny foul from all furprife, 
 
 And be my everlafling guard. 
 
 PSALM 16, Part 3, l. m. 
 
 1 TITHEN God is nigh, my faith is firong 
 
 ’ * His arm is my almighty prop : 
 
 Pe glad my heart, rejoice my tongue, 
 
 My dying fleflt fhall red in hope. 
 
 2 Though in the dud I lay my head, 
 
 Yet, gra-cious God, thou wilt not leave 
 My foul for ever with the dead, 
 
 Nor lofe thy children in the grave. 
 
 3 My flefli fhall thy firft call obey, 
 
 Shake off the dud, and rife on high: 
 Then {halt thou lead the wondTous way 
 Up to thy throne above the fky. 
 
 4 There dreams of endlefs pleafure flow j 
 And full difcov’ries of thy grace, 
 
 (Which we but tafltd here below) 
 Spread heavhdy joys thro’ all the place. 
 
 PSALM 16, 1 — 8, Part l, c. m. 
 
 1 O AVE me, O Lord, from ev’ry foe; 
 
 ^ In thee my trull I place ; 
 
 Tho’ all the good that I can do 
 Can ne’er deferve thy grace. 
 
59 
 
 PSALM XVI. 
 
 2 Yet, if my God prolong my breath, 
 
 The faints may profit by’t; 
 
 The faints, the glory of the earth, 
 
 The men of my delight. 
 
 3 Let Heathens to their idols hade, 
 
 And worfliip wood and itone ; 
 
 But my delightful lot is caft 
 Where the true God is known. 
 
 4 His hand provides my conflant food, 
 
 He fills my daily cup : 
 
 Much am I pleas'd with prefent good, 
 But more rejoice in hope. 
 
 5 God is my portion and my joy; 
 
 His counfels are my light: 
 
 He gives me fweet advice by day, 
 
 And gentle hints by night. 
 
 6 My foul would all her thoughts approve, 
 
 To his all -feeing eye ; 
 
 Nor death, nor hell, my hope flia.ll move, 
 While fuch a friend is nigh. 
 
 PSALM 16, Part 2, c m. 
 
 1 “ T SET the Lord before my face, 
 u He bears my courage up ; 
 
 “ My heart, my tongue, their joy exprefs; 
 “ My flefh (hall reit in hope. 
 
40 • 
 
 PSALM XVII. 
 
 2 “ My fpirit, Lord, thou wilt not leave 
 
 “ Where fouls departed are ; 
 
 “ Nor quit my body to the grave, 
 
 “ To fee corruption there. 
 
 3 “ Thou wilt reveal the path of life, 
 
 “ And raife me to thy throne ; 
 
 Thy courts immortal pleafure give, 
 
 “ Thy prefence joys unknown.” 
 
 4 [Thus in the name of Chriil, the Lord, 
 
 The holy David fung ; 
 
 And Providence fulfils the word 
 Of his prophetic tongue. 
 
 5 Jefus, whom ev’ry faint adores, 
 
 Was crucify’d and (lain ; 
 
 Behold, the tomb its prey reflores; 
 Behold, he lives again 1 
 
 6 When fhall mv feet arife and hand 
 
 y 
 
 On hcav’n’s eternal hill ? 
 
 There fits the Son at God’s right hand, 
 And there the Father fmiles.] 
 
 PSALM 17. 13, &c. s. m. 
 SE, my gracious God, 
 
 And make the wicked flee ; 
 
 They are but thy chahihng rod, 
 
 rp 1 • i p 
 
 To drive thy faints to thee. 
 
PSALM XVII. 
 
 2 Behold the firmer dies, 
 
 His haughty words are vain; 
 
 Here in this life his pleafure lies, 
 
 And all beyond is pain. 
 
 3 Then let his pride advance, 
 
 And boaft of all his flore ; 
 
 The Lord is my inheritance. 
 
 My foul can wifh no more. 
 
 4 I diall behold the face 
 
 Of my forgiving God ; 
 
 And Hand complete in righteoufnefs, 
 Wafii’d in my Saviour’s blood. 
 
 5 There’s a new heaven begun 
 
 NWhen I awake from death, 
 
 JDrefs’d in the likenefs of thy Son, 
 
 And draw T immortal breath. 
 
 PSALM 17, l. m. 
 
 1 T ORD, I am. thine ; but thou wilt prove 
 
 My faith, my patience, and my love ; 
 When men of fpite againlt me join, 
 
 They are the fword, the hand is thine. 
 
 2 Their hope and portion lie below; 
 
 Mis all the happinefs they know, 
 
 Mis all they feek: they take their fhares, 
 And leave the reft among their heirs. 
 
42 PSALM XVIII. 
 
 3 What tinners value, I refign ; 
 
 Lord, ’tis enough that thou art mine: 
 
 I (hall behold thy blilsful face, 
 
 And Hand complete in righteoufnefs. 
 
 4 This life’s a dream, an empty fhow, 
 
 But the bright world to which I go 
 Hath-joys lubitantial and tincere : 
 
 When fliall I wake and find me there ? 
 
 5 O glorious hour ! O blell abode ! 
 
 I fhall be near and like my God 1 
 And fteth and tin no more controul 
 The facred pleaiures of the ioul. 
 
 C My flefh (hall flumbet* in the ground 
 Till the latt trumpet’s joyful iound ; 
 
 Then burtt the chain with fweet furprife, 
 And in my Saviour’s image rife. 
 
 PSALM 1 8, 1 — 6, L— IS. Part 1, L. m. 
 
 1 HHHEE will I love, C) Lord, my tlrength, 
 
 My rock, my tower, my high defence, 
 Thy mighty arm fliall be my trull, 
 
 For I have found ialvation thence. 
 
 2 Death and the terrors of the grave, 
 
 Stood round me with their difmal (hade; 
 While floods of high temptation rofe, 
 And made my finking foul afraid. 
 

 PSALM XVIII. 43 
 
 5 I faw the opening gates of hell, 
 
 With e-ndleis pains and i'orrows there ; 
 Which none but they that fed can tell, 
 While 1 was hurried to defpair. 
 
 4 In ray diftrefs I call’d ‘my God,’ 
 
 When I could fcarce believe him mine ; 
 He bow’d his ear to my complaint; 
 
 Then did his grace appear divine. 
 
 5 [With fpeed he flew to my relief, 
 
 As on a cherub’s wings he rede : 
 
 Awful and bright as lightning (hone 
 The face of my delivTer, God. 
 
 6 Temptations fled at his rebuke, 
 
 The blafl of his almighty breath; 
 
 He fent falvation from on high, 
 
 And drew T me from the depths of death,] 
 
 7 Great were my fears, mv foes were great, 
 Much was their llrength, & more their rage ; 
 But Chriif, my Lord, is conqueror iiill, 
 
 In all ihe wars that devils wage. 
 
 B My fong for ever (hall record 
 That terrible, that joyful hour; 
 
 And give the glory to the Lord, 
 
 Due to his mercy and his power. 
 
44 
 
 PSALM XVIII. 
 
 PSALM 18, 20—26, Part 2, L. m. 
 
 1 T ORD, thou haft feen my foul fincere, 
 L* Haft made thy truth and love appear 
 Before mine eyes I let thy laws, 
 
 And thou haft own’d my righteous cauie. 
 
 2 Since I have learn’d thy holy ways 
 I’ve walk’d upright before thy face, 
 
 Or if my feet did e’er depart, 
 
 *Twas never with a wicked heart. 
 
 3 What fore temptations broke my reft ! 
 What wars and ftrugglings in my bread! 
 But thro’ thy grace that reigns within, 
 
 I guard againft my darling fin. 
 
 4 That fin which clofe befets me ftill, 
 
 That works and drives againft my will; 
 When {hall thy fpirit’s fov’reign power 
 Dellroy it that it rife no more ? 
 
 5 [With an impartial hand the Lord 
 Deals out to mortals their reward; 
 
 The kind and faithful fouls {hall find 
 A God as faithful and as kind. 
 
 Q The juft and pure (hall ever fay, 
 
 Thou art more pure, more juft than they 
 And men that love revenge {hall know 
 God hath an arm of vengeance too.] 
 
PSALM XVIII. 
 
 PSALM 18. SO, 31, 34, 35, 46, &c. 
 Part 3, l. m. 
 
 1 TUST are thy ways, and true thy word 
 d Great rock of my fecure abode : 
 
 Who is a God befide the Lord ? 
 
 Or where’s a refuge like our God ? 
 
 2 ’Tis he that girds me with his might. 
 Gives me his holy fword to wield: 
 
 And while with fin and hell I fight, 
 Spreads his falvation for my fhield. 
 
 3 He lives (and blefied be my rock!) 
 
 The God of my falvation lives; 
 
 The dark defigns of hell are broke ; 
 
 S weet is the peace my father gives. 
 
 4 Before the fcoffers of the age 
 
 I will exalt my Father’s name, 
 
 Nor tremble at their mighty rage, 
 
 But meet reproach, and bear the ihame. 
 
 5 To David and his royal ieed, 
 
 Thy grace for ever fhall extend ; 
 
 Thy love to faints in Chrill their head, 
 Knows not a limit nor an end. 
 
 * PSALM 18, Part 1, c. M. 
 
 1 TXTE love the Lord, and we adore; 
 
 * V Now is thine arm reveal’d: 
 
 45 
 
46 PSALM XVIII. 
 
 Thou art our ilrength, our hcav’nly tow’r, 
 Our bulwark, and our fhield. 
 
 2 Wc fly to our eternal rock, 
 
 And find a lure defence : 
 
 His holy name our lips invoke, 
 
 And draw falvation thence. 
 
 3 When God, our leader, fhines inarms, 
 
 What mortal heart can bear, 
 
 The thunder of his loud alarms, 
 
 The lightning of his fpear? 
 
 4 He rides upon the winged wind, 
 
 And angels in array, 
 
 In millions wait to know his mind, 
 
 And fwift as flames obey. 
 
 5 He fpeaks, and at his fierce rebuke 
 
 Whole armies are dilrnay’d: 
 
 His voice, his frown, his angry look, 
 Strike all their courage dead. 
 
 6 He forms our generals for the field, 
 
 With all their dreadful fkill: 
 
 Gives them his awful iVord to wield, 
 And makes their hearts of Heel. 
 
 7 He arms our captains to the fight, 
 
 (Tho’ there his name’s forgot:) 
 
 He girded Cyrus with his might, 
 
 But Cyrus knew him not. 
 
47 
 
 PSALM XVIII. 
 
 S Oft has the Lord whole nations bleft, 
 
 For his own chinch’s lake : 
 
 The pow’rs that gave his people reft, 
 Shall of his care partake. 
 
 PSALM t S, Part 2, c. m. 
 
 1 HpO thine almighty arm we owe 
 
 A The triumphs of the clay: 
 
 Thy terrors, Lord confound the foe, 
 
 And melt their ftrength away. 
 
 2 ’Tisby th ine aid our troops prevail, 
 
 And break united pow’rs; 
 
 Or turn their boalted fleets, or fcale 
 The proudeft of their tow’rs. 
 
 3 How have we chas’d them thro’ the field, 
 
 And trod them to the ground, 
 
 While thy falvation was our Ihield, 
 
 But they no (heller found ! 
 
 4 In vain to idol faints they cry, 
 
 And perilh in their blood; 
 
 Where is a rock fo great, fo high, 
 
 So pow’rful as our God 
 
 5 The rock of Iirael ever lives, 
 
 His name be ever bleft; 
 
 Mis his owi) arm the victory gives, 
 
 And gives his people reft. 
 
4S PSALM XIX. 
 
 6 On kings that reign as David did 
 He pours his bleffings down ; 
 Secures their honour to their ieed, 
 And well fupports their crown. 
 
 PSALM 19, Part 1, s. m. 
 
 1 "OEH0LD the lofty Iky 
 " Declares its maker God, 
 
 And all his ftarry works on high 
 
 Proclaim his power abroad. 
 
 2 The darknefs and the light 
 
 Still keep their courfe the fame; 
 While day to day, and night to night 
 Divinely teach his name. 
 
 3 In ev’ry different land 
 
 Their general voice is known ; 
 They (hew the wonders of his hand 
 And orders of his throne. 
 
 4 Ye Chriilian lands rejoice ; 
 
 Here he reveals his word : 
 
 We are not left to nature’s voice 
 To bid us know the Lord. 
 
 5 His llatutes and commands 
 
 Are let before our eyes ; 
 
 He puts his gofpel in our hands, 
 Where our falvation lies. 
 
49 
 
 PSALM XIX. 
 
 o Ills laws are juft and pure, 
 
 His truth without deceit; 
 
 His promifes for ever fure, 
 
 And his rewards are great. 
 
 7 [Not honey to the tafte 
 
 Affords fo much delight, 
 
 o 7 
 
 Nor gold that has the furnace pafi 
 So much allures the light. 
 
 S While of thy works I ling, 
 
 Thy glory to proclaim, 
 
 Accept the praife, my God, my king, 
 In my Redeemer’s name.] 
 
 PSALM i9, Part 2, s. m. 
 EHOLD the morning fun 
 
 Begins his glorious way; 
 
 His beams thro’ all the nations run, 
 And life and light convey. 
 
 2 But where the gofpel comes 
 
 It ipreads diviner light. 
 
 It calls dead ftnners from their tombs/ 
 And gives the blind their fight. 
 
 3 How perfect is thy word ! 
 
 And all thy judgments juft ! 
 
 For ever fure thy pmmife, Lord. 
 
 And men fecureiy truft. 
 
 D 
 
50 PSALM XIX. 
 
 4 My gracious God. bow plain 
 
 Are thy diregions given ! 
 
 O may 1 never read in vain, 
 
 But hnd the path to heav’n. 
 
 PAUSE. 
 
 5 I hear thy word with love, 
 
 And I would fain obey ; 
 
 Send thy good Spirit from above, 
 
 To guide me left I ilray. 
 
 6 O ! who can ever find 
 
 The errors of his ways? 
 
 Yet, with a bold prefumptuous mind, 
 
 I would not dare tranfgrefs. 
 
 7 Warn me of ev’ry fin; 
 
 * Forgive my fecret faults; 
 
 And cleanfe this guilty foul of mine, 
 Whofe crimes exceed my thoughts. 
 
 8 While with my heart and tongue 
 
 I fpread thy praife abroad, 
 
 Accept the worfhip and tlie long, 
 
 My Saviour and my God! 
 
 PSALM 19, l. m. 
 
 1 nnHE heav'ns declare thy glory, Lord; 
 In every liar thy wifdom fhiftes; 
 But when our eyes behold thy word, 
 We read thy name in fairer lines. 
 
H 
 
 PSALM XIX. 
 
 2 The rolling fun, the changing light, 
 
 And nights and days ihy pow’r confefs ; 
 But the blelt volume thou hah writ, 
 Reveals thy juftice and thy grace. 
 
 3 Sun, moon, and ftars convey thy praife 
 Round the whole earth, and never Hand; 
 So when thy truth began its race, 
 
 It touch’d and glanc’d on ev’ry land. 
 
 4 Nor fhall thy fpreading gofpel reft 
 
 Till through the world thy truth has run : 
 Till Chrift has all the nations bleft, 
 
 I hat fee the light, or feel the fun. 
 
 b Great fun of righteoufnefs arife, 
 
 Blefs the dark world with heav’nly light; 
 Thy gofpel makes the fimple wife, 
 
 Thy laws are pure, thy judgments right. 
 
 6 Thy nobleft wonders here w T e view, 
 
 In iouls renew’d and fms forgiv’n : 
 
 Lord, cleanfe my ftns, my foul renew, 
 
 And make thy word my guide to heav’n. 
 
 PSALM 19. To the tune of l \ 3tb Psalm. 
 
 ^ G REAT t ^ ie heav’n’s well-order’d 
 ^ frame, 
 
 Declares the glories of thy name: 
 
 There thy rich works of wonder fliine: 
 
52 PSALM XIX. 
 
 A thou fand ftarry beauties there, 
 
 A thoufand radiant marks appear, 
 
 Of boundlefs pow’r and fkill divine, 
 
 2 From night to day, from day to night, 
 
 The dawning and the dving light 
 
 Textures of heav’nly wifdom read; 
 With blent eloquence they raile 
 Our thoughts to our Creator’s praiie, 
 
 And neither found nor language need. 
 
 3 Yet their divine in dr unions run 
 Far as the journies of the lun, 
 
 And ev’rv nation knows their voice : 
 The fun, like fome young bridegroomdreft, 
 Breaks from the chambers of the eau, 
 Rolls round, and makes the earth rejoice. 
 
 4 Where’er he lpreads his beams abroad, 
 He fmiles, and fpeaks his maker God; 
 
 All nature joins to fhew thy praiie. 
 Thus God in ev’ry creature fliines: 
 
 Fair is the book of nature’s lines, 
 
 But fairer is the book of grace. 
 
 PAUSE. 
 
 5 I love the volumes cf thy word: 
 
 What light and jov thole leaves afford 
 
 To fouls ben’nrhted and dillreftl 
 
PSALM XX. 53 
 
 Thv precepts guide my doubtful way, 
 
 Thy fear forbids my feet to ft ray, 
 
 Thy promife leads my heart to reft. 
 
 6 From the difcov’ries of thy law 
 
 * 
 
 The perfefl rules of life I draw : 
 
 Thefe are my ftudy and delight; 
 
 Not honey fo invites the tafte, 
 
 Nor gold that hath the furnace pa ft, 
 Appears fo pleating to the fight. 
 
 7 Thy threat’nings wake my flu mb 5 ring eyes, 
 And warn me where my dinger lies ; 
 
 Bat his thy bleffed go fp el, Lord, 
 
 That makes my guilty confidence clean, 
 Converts mv foul ; fubdues my fin, 
 
 And gives a free, but large reward. 
 
 8 Who knows the errors of his thoughts ? 
 My God, forgive my fecret faults, 
 
 And from prefumptuoiis fins veftrain ; 
 Accept my poor .attempts of praife, 
 
 That 1 have read thy book of grace, 
 
 And book of nature, not in vain, 
 
 PSALM 20, L . m. 
 
 * N 0W ma f 1 ^ e °* P ow ’ r an< ^ grace, 
 
 Attend his people’s humble cry! 
 Jehovah hears when Ifrael prays, 
 
 And brings deliv’ranee from on high. 
 
54 PSALM XX. 
 
 2 The name of Jacob’s God defends, 
 Better than fhieids or brazen walls; 
 
 He from his lan&uary fends 
 Succour and ilrength when Zion calls. 
 
 3 Well he remembers all our fighs, 
 
 His love exceeds our bell deierts ; 
 
 His love accepts a facrifice 
 
 Of humble groans and broken hearts. 
 
 4 In his falvation is our hope, 
 
 And, in the name of Isr*el*s God, 
 
 Our troops (hall lift their banners up, 
 Our navies fpread their (lags abroad. 
 
 5 Some trull in horfes train’d for war, 
 
 And fome of chariots make theii beads; 
 Our lured expectations are 
 
 From thee, the Lord ol heav'nly hods- 
 
 6 [O may the mem’ry of thy name 
 lnfpire our armies for the fight ! 
 
 Our foes (hall fall and die with (hame, 
 Or quit the held with fhameful flight. 
 
 7 Now fave us, Lord, from llavifh fear; 
 Now let our hope be firm and itrong, 
 Till thy falvation (hall appear, 
 
 And joy and triumph raii'e the long. 
 
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 PSALM XXL 
 PSALM 21, c m. 
 
 1 HP HE king, O Lord, with fongs of praife,, 
 
 -*• Shall in thy itrength rejoice ; 
 
 And, bleft with thy lalvation, raile 
 To heav’n his cheerful voice. 
 
 2 Thy fure defence, tliro’ nations round, 
 
 H as fpread his glorious name ; 
 
 And his fuccefsful actions crown’d 
 With majelty and fame. 
 
 3 Then let the king on God alone 
 
 For timely aid rely ; 
 
 His mercy final 1 fupport the throne, 
 
 And all our wants fupply. 
 
 4 But, righteous Lord, his llubbcrn foes 
 
 Shall feel thy dreadful hand ; 
 
 Thy vengeful arm fhall find out thole 
 That hate his mild command. 
 
 5 When thou again ft them dolt engage, 
 
 Thy juft, but dreadful doom, 
 
 Shall like a fiery oven’s rage, 
 
 Their hopes and them confume. 
 
 6 Thus, Lord, thy wond’rous pow’r declare. 
 
 And thus exalt thy fame ; 
 
 Whilft we glad longs of praife prepare 
 For thine almighty name. 
 
PSALM XXI, XXII. 
 PSALM 21, 1 — 9. l. m. 
 
 1 
 
 Rais’d to tlie throne by ipecial grace, 
 
 ic’d in God his flrength, 
 
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 But Chrill the Son appears at length, 
 Fulfils the triumph and the praife. 
 
 2 How great is the Mefiiah’s joy 
 In the falvation of thy hand ! 
 
 Lord, thou haft rais’d his kingdom high, 
 And giv’n the world to his command. 
 
 3 Thy gocdnefs grants whate’er he will, 
 Nor dotli the leail re quell withhold: 
 Blelliugs of love prevent him Hill, 
 
 And crowns of glory, not of geld. 
 
 4 Honor and majefty divine 
 Around his facred temples fhine: 
 
 Bleft with the favor of thv face, 
 
 And length of everlafting days. 
 
 5 Thy hand (hall find out all his foes: 
 
 And asafieiry oven glows 
 
 With raging heart, and living coals, 
 
 So fhall thy wrath devour their fouls. 
 
 PSAI.M 22, 1 — 16 , Part 1 , c m. 
 
 * ‘ ^ as ™y my foul forfook, 
 
 4 Nor will a fmileafFord ?’ 
 
 (Th us David once in anger fpoke, 
 
 And thus cur dying Lord ) 
 
57 
 
 PSALM XXII. 
 
 2 Though 5 tis thy chief delight to dwell 
 
 Among the praifmg faints, 
 
 Yet thou can ft hear a groan as well, 
 And pity our complaints. 
 
 3 Our fathers trufted in thy name, 
 
 And great delivTance found; 
 
 But I’m a worm, defpis’d of men, 
 
 And trodden to the ground. 
 
 4 Shaking the head they pafs me by, 
 
 And laugh my foul to fcorn ; 
 
 « In vain he trufts in God/ they cry, 
 
 * Neglefted and forlorn/ 
 
 5 But thou art he who form’d my flefli 
 
 By thine almighty word; 
 
 And lince I hung upon the bread. 
 
 My hope is in the Lord. 
 
 6 Why will my father hide his face, 
 
 When foes ftand threat’ning round, 
 In the dark hour of deep diftrefs, 
 
 And not a helper found ? 
 
 PAUSE. 
 
 7 Behold thy darling left among 
 
 The cruel and the proud, 
 
 As bulls of Bafhan fierce and ftrong, 
 As lions roaring loud. 
 
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 PSALM XXII. 
 
 8 Fro-m earth and hell my iorrows meet, 
 
 To multiply the fmart; 
 
 They nail my hands, they pierce my feet, 
 And try to vex my heart. 
 
 9 Yet, if thy fov’reign hand let loole 
 
 The rage of earth and hell, 
 
 Why will my heav’nlv father bruile 
 The Son he loves lo well. 
 
 10 My God, if pofiible it be, 
 
 Withhold this bitter cup : 
 
 But I relign my will to thee, 
 
 And drink the ferrows up. 
 
 11 My heart diifolves with pangs unknown, 
 
 In groans I walte my breath; 
 
 Thy heavy hand has brought me down, 
 Low as the dull of death. 
 
 12 Father, I give my lpirit up, 
 
 And trull it in thy hand : 
 
 My dying jflelh (hall rell in hope, 
 
 And rife at thy command. 
 
 PSALM 22, ver. 20, 21, 27—31. 
 Part 2, c. M. 
 
 1 4 from the roaring lion’s rage, 
 
 ^ ^ 4 O Lord, prote<5l thy Son ; 
 4 Nor leave thy darling to engage 
 4 The pow'rs of hell alone.* 
 
 
PSALM XXII. 
 
 2 Thus did cur fuff ’ring Saviour pray, 
 
 With mighty cries and tears* 
 
 God heard him in that dreadful day, 
 And chas’d away his fears, 
 
 3 Great was the victory of his death. 
 
 His throne exalted high ; 
 
 And all the kindreds of the earth 
 Shall worfhip, or {hall die. 
 
 4 A num’rous offspring mu ft arife 
 
 From his expiring groans : 
 
 They (hull be reckon’d in his eyes, 
 For daughters and for fons. 
 
 5 The meek and humble fouls fhall fee 
 
 His table richly ipread ; 
 
 And all that feek the Lord (hall be 
 With joys immortal fed. 
 
 6 The ides {hall know the righteoufnefs 
 
 Of our incarnate God ; 
 
 And nations yet unborn profefs 
 Salvation in his blood. 
 
 PSALM 22, l. m. 
 
 1 M 0W ^ et 0llr mournful longs record, 
 The dying borrows of our Lord, 
 When he complain’d, in tears and bloody 
 As one forfaken of his God. 
 
430 PSALM XXIII. 
 
 2 The Jews beheld him thus forlorn, 
 
 And (hook their heads, and laugh’d in fcornj 
 < lie re feu’d others from the grave, 
 
 * Now let him try himfelf to lave : 
 
 3 1 This is the man did once pretend, 
 
 * God was his father and his friend; 
 
 « If God the blelfed lov’d him lo r 
 
 « Why doth he fail to help him now V 
 
 4 Barbarous people ! cruel priefts ! 
 
 How they Hood round like favage beaks! 
 Like lions gaping to devour, 
 
 When God had left him in their pow’r. 
 
 5 They wound his head, his hands, his feet, 
 Till itreams of blood each other meet; 
 
 By lot his garment they divide, 
 
 And moek the pangs in which he dy’d. 
 
 6 But God, his Father, heard his cry: 
 Rais’d from the dead, he reigns on high; 
 The nations learn his righteoufnefs, 
 
 And humble finners talte his grace. 
 
 PSALM 2 3, l. m. 
 
 I TV/TY fhepherd is the living Lord : 
 
 Now (hall my wants be well lupply’d 
 H is providence and holy word 
 Become myfafety and my guide. 
 
PSALM XX IT I. 
 
 2 In paflures where faivation grows, 
 
 He makes me feed, he makes me reft ; 
 There living water gently flows, 
 
 And all the food’s divinely bleft. 
 
 3 My wand’ring feet his ways mi flake,. 
 But he reftores my foul to peace, 
 
 And leads me, for his mercy’s fake,. 
 In the fair paths of righteoufnefs. 
 
 4 Tho’ I walk thro’ the gloomy vale 
 Where death and all its terrors are, 
 My heart and hope (hall never fail, 
 
 For God my fhepherd’s with me there, 
 
 5 Amidft the darknefs and the deeps. 
 Thou art my comfort, thou my flay; 
 Thy ftaff fupports my feeble lfeps, 
 Thy rod direfts my doubtful way. 
 
 6 The fons of earth and fons of hell 
 Gaze at thy goodnefs, and repine 
 To fee my table fpread fo well 
 
 With living bread and cheerful wine, 
 
 7 [How I rejoice, when on my head 
 Thy fpirit condefcends to reft l 
 *Tis a divine anointing, fhed 
 Like oil of gladnefs at a feaft. 
 
 8 Surely the mercies of the Lord 
 Attend his houfehold all their days ; 
 
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 » PSALM XXlil, 
 
 There will I dwell to hear his word, 
 To leek his face and ling his praiie.] 
 
 PSALM 23, c. m. 
 
 M Y Shepherd will fupply my need, 
 Jehovah is his name; 
 
 In pa flu res frefli he makes me feed 
 B elide the living fire am. 
 
 2 He brings my wand'ring fpirit back, 
 When 1 forlake his ways; 
 
 And leads me for his mercy’s fake, 
 
 In paths of truth and grace. 
 
 3 When I walk thro’ the (hades of death, 
 Thy prefence is my flay ; 
 
 A word of thy fupporting breath 
 D rives all my fears away. 
 
 4 Thy hand, in fight of all my foes, 
 
 Doth Hill my table fpread ; 
 
 My cup with blefiings overflows, 
 
 Thine oil anoints my head. 
 
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 5 The fure provilions of my God 
 Attend me all my days ; 
 
 O may thy houfe be mine abode, 
 
 And all my work be praiie. 
 
 6 There would I find a fettled reft 
 (While others go and come), 
 
PSALM XXIII. <33 
 
 No more a fir anger or a gueft, 
 
 But like a child, at home. 
 
 PSALM *23, s. m. 
 
 1 'T'HE Lord my fhepherd is, 
 l fhall be well Supply ? d ; 
 
 Since he is mine, and I am his, 
 
 What can I want befide ? 
 
 He leads me to the p]ace 
 Where heav’nly palture grows, 
 
 Where living waters gently pafs. 
 
 And full fal vat ion flows. 
 
 3 If e’er I go aftray, 
 
 He doth my foul reclaim, 
 
 And guides me in his own right wav, 
 
 For his mod holy name. 
 
 4 While he affords his aid, 
 
 I cannot yield to fear : 
 
 Tho’ I (hould walk thro’ death’s dark (hade. 
 My fhepherd's with me there. 
 
 5 In fight of all my foes 
 
 Thou doff my table fpread,* 
 
 My cup with bleffings overflows, 
 
 And joy exalts my head. 
 
 6 The bounties of thy love 
 
 Shall crown my following days $ 
 
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6t PSALM XXIV. 
 
 • Nor from thy houfe will I remove, 
 
 Nor ceafe to ipeak thy praife. 
 
 PSALM 24, c. m. 
 
 1 npHE earth for ever is the Lord's, 
 
 A With Adam’s numerous race ; 
 
 He rais’d its arches o’er the floods, 
 
 And built it on the feas. 
 
 2 But who among the Ions of men 
 
 May vilit thine abode ? 
 
 He that hath hands from mifchief clean, 
 Whole heart is right with God. 
 
 3 This is the man may rife and take . 
 
 The bleffings of his grace : 
 
 This is the lot of thofe that feek 
 The God of Jacob’s face. 
 
 4 Now let our foul’s immortal pow’rs, 
 
 To meet the Lord prepare ; 
 
 Lift up their everlalling doors, 
 
 The King of Glory’s near. 
 
 5 The King of Glory ! Who can tell 
 
 The wonders of his might ? 
 
 He rules the nations ; but to dwell 
 With faints is his delight. 
 
PSALM XXIV. 65 
 
 PSALM 2*, l m. 
 
 1 'THUS fpacious earth is all the Lord's, 
 
 A And men, and worms, and beafts, and 
 He rais’d the building on the leas, [birds, 
 And gave it for their dwelling-place. 
 
 2 But there's a brighter world on high, 
 
 Thy palace, Lord, above the fkv : 
 
 Who ihall afcend that bleit abode, 
 
 And dwell fo near his maker, God.! 
 
 3 He that abhors and fears to (in, 
 
 Whole heart is pure, whofe hands are clean, 
 Him (hall the Lord, the Saviour blefs, 
 
 And clothe his foul withrighteoufnefs. 
 
 4 Thefe are the men, the pious race. 
 
 That feek the God of Jacob’s face : 
 
 Thefe (hall enjoy the blifsful fight, 
 
 And dwell in everlailing light. 
 
 PAUSE. 
 
 5 P^ejoice, ye fhining worlds on high, 
 Behold the King of Glory nigh ! 
 
 Who can this King of Glory be ? 
 
 The mighty Lord the Saviour’s he. 
 
 6 Ye heav’nly gates, your leaves difplar. 
 
 To make the Lord the Saviour ways 
 
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66 PSALM XXV. 
 
 Laden with fpoils from earth and hell, 
 The conqu’ror comes, with God to dwell. 
 
 7 Rais’d from the dead, he goes before, 
 lie opens heav’rds eternal door, 
 
 To give his faints a bleil abode, 
 
 Neal* their Redeemer, and their God. 
 
 PSALM 25, l —II, Part 1, s. m. 
 
 1 T LIFT my foul to God, 
 
 My trull is in his name : 
 
 Let not my foes that leek my blood, 
 Still triumph in my Ihame. 
 
 2 Sin and the pow’rs of hell, 
 
 Perfuade me to del pair; 
 
 Lord, make me know thy cov’nant well, 
 That I may ’fcape the lnare. 
 
 3 From the firll dawning light, 
 
 Till the dark evening rife, 
 
 For thy falvation, Lord, I wait, 
 
 With ever-longing eyes. 
 
 4 Remember all thv grace, 
 
 And lead me in thy truth ; 
 
 Forgive the fins of riper days, 
 
 And follies of my youth. 
 
 5 The Lord is juft and kind ; 
 
 The meek fiiail learn his ways; 
 
PSALM XXV. 
 
 And ev’ry humble firmer find 
 The methods of his grace. 
 
 6 For his own goodnefs’ fake, 
 
 He faves my foul from fhame ; 
 
 He pardons, though my guilt be great, 
 Thro* my Redeemer’s name. 
 
 PSALM 25. 12, 14, 10, 13. 
 Part 2, s. m. 
 
 1 TAT HE RE fhall the man be found, 
 
 * ’ That fears t* offend his God ; 
 That loves the gofpel’s joyful found, 
 And trembles at the rod ? 
 
 2 The Lord fhall make him know 
 
 The fecrets of his heart, 
 
 The wonders of his cov’nant fliow, 
 And all his love impart. 
 
 3 The dealings of his hand, 
 
 Are truth and mercy it ill, 
 
 With fuch as to his covenant ft and. 
 And love to do his will. 
 
 4 Their fouls fhall dwell at eafe, 
 
 Before their Maker’s face, 
 
 Their feed fit all tafte the prcmifes 
 In their extpnfiye grace. 
 
PSALM XXV. 
 
 PSALM'25. 16— 2 2. Part 2, s M. 
 
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 1 TV/T INE eyes and mv defire 
 -IVi A.re ever to the Lord, 
 
 I love to plead his promltes, 
 
 And re it upon his word. 
 
 2 Turn, turn thee to my foul, 
 
 Bring tit) LI vat ion near; 
 
 When will thy hand releaTe my feet 
 (Jut of the deadly ihare i 
 
 3 When thall the fov’reign grace 
 
 Of my forgiving God, 
 
 Poetic re me from thole dang'rou s ways 
 My wand ring feet have trod ? 
 
 4 The tumult of my thoughts 
 
 Doth but enlarge my wee ; 
 
 My fpirit languishes, my heart 
 Is defclate and low. 
 
 5 With ev’ry morning light, 
 
 My furrow new begins; 
 
 Look on my auguiih and my pain, 
 
 And pardon all my tins. 
 
 PAUSE. 
 
 6 Behold the holts of hell! 
 
 How cruel is their hate! 
 
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 PS \I.M XXVI. 69 
 
 Againft my life they rife, and join 
 T It e i r fury w i fi h d e c e i t. 
 
 r i 0! keep mv foul from death, 
 
 Nor put my hope to fhame; 
 
 For 1 have plac’d my only trull, 
 
 In my Redeemer’s name. 
 
 8 With humble faith I wait, 
 
 To fee thy face again ; 
 
 Of ffrael it i h all ne’er be fa id, 
 
 ‘ He fought the Lord in vain.* 
 
 PS ALM 2 iy I.. M. 
 
 1 TlJDGE me, O Lord, and prove my ways, 
 *1 And try my reins, and try my heart; 
 My faith upon thy promife ftays. 
 
 Nor from thy law my feet depart. 
 
 2 I ha‘e to walk, I hate to fit, 
 
 With men cf vanity and lies? 
 
 The feeder and the hypocrite 
 Are the abhorrence of mine eves. 
 
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 3 Amongil thv faints I will appear, 
 With hands well walh’d in innocence ; 
 But when l Hand before thy bar, 
 
 The blood of Chriil is my defence. 
 
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 4 I love thy habitation, Lord, 
 
>70 PSALM XXVII. 
 
 There ill'll! I hear thy holv word. 
 And there thy works of wonder tell. 
 
 5 Let not my foul he join’d at laft, 
 With men of treachery and blood ; 
 Since I my davs on earth have pail, 
 Among the faints, and near my (rod. 
 
 PS ALM 27. I — 6. Part l, c. m. 
 
 1 
 
 HP HE Lord of glory is my light, 
 And my fair at ion too : 
 
 God is my ftrength, nor will I fear 
 What all mv foes can do. 
 
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 5 One privilege my heart defires ; 
 
 O ! grant me an abode. 
 
 Among the churches of thy faints, 
 
 The temple of my God. 
 
 3 There fhall I offer my requefts, 
 
 And fee thv beauty {till : 
 
 Shall hear thy meifages of love, 
 
 And there inquire thv will. 
 
 4 When troubles rile, and ftorms appear, 
 
 There may his. children hide ; 
 
 God has a flrong pavilion, where 
 He makes my loul abide. 
 
 5 Now ihall mv head be lifted high, 
 Above my foes around, 
 
PSALM XXVII, XXIX. 
 
 And longs of joy and victory, 
 
 Within thy tempIe iound. 
 
 PSALM 27. 8, 9, 13, 1 L Part 2, c. M. 
 
 1 pOON as I heard my Father fay, 
 
 ^ 6 Ye children, feek my Grace f 
 My heart reply*d, without delay, 
 
 ‘ I’ll feek my father’s faced 
 
 2 Let not thy face be hid from me. 
 
 Nor frown my foul away ; 
 
 God of my life, I fly to thee 
 In a tliftreiTmg day. 
 
 3 Should friends and kindred, near and dear 
 
 Leave me to w^nt or die, 
 
 My God would make my life his care, 
 And all my need fupply. 
 
 4 My fainting rlefh had dy’il with grief, 
 
 Had not my foul believ’d, 
 
 To fee thy grace provide relief; 
 
 Nor was my hope deceiv’d. 
 
 5 Wait on the Lord, ye trembling faints, 
 
 And keep your courage up; 
 
 He’ll raife your fpirits when it faints. 
 And far exceed your hope. 
 
 PSALM 29, h. m. 
 
 I plVE to the Lord, ye Tons of fame, 
 
 ^ Give to the Lord renown and povv’r 
 
72 PSALM XXX. 
 
 Afcribe clue honors to his name, 
 
 And his eternal might adore. 
 
 2 The Lord proclaims his pow’r aloud, 
 Over the ocean and the land ; 
 
 Jlis voice divides the wat’ry clou,d, 
 
 And lightnings blaze at his command. 
 
 3 He fpeaks, and tempcft, hail, and wind, 
 Lay the wide fore ft bare around ; 
 
 The fearful hart, and frighted hind, 
 Leap at the terror of the found. 
 
 4 To Lebanon he turns his voice, 
 
 And lo, the ftately cedars break ; 
 
 The mountains tremble at the ncife, 
 The vallies roar, the defarts quake. 
 
 5 The Lord fits fov’reign on the Hood, 
 The thund’rer reigns for ever king; 
 
 But makes his church his bleft abode, 
 Where we his awful glories ling. 
 
 f> In gentler language, there the Lord, 
 The counfels of his grace imparts ; 
 Amidft the raging florin his word, 
 Speaks peace and courage to our hearts. 
 
 PSALM 30, Part 1, L. M. 
 
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 1 T WILL extol the Lord on high ) 
 
 At thy command difeafes fly ; 
 
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 PSALM XXX. 
 
 Who, but a God, can fpeak and fave, 
 
 From the dark borders of the grave? 
 
 2 Sing to the Lord, ye faints of his, 
 
 And tell how large his goodn-efs is ; 
 
 Let all your pow’rs rejoice and blef3, 
 While you record his holinefs. 
 
 3 His anger but a moment days, 
 
 His love is life and length of days : 
 
 v Tho’ grief and tears the night employ, 
 The morning bar redores the joy. 
 
 PSALM 30. ver. 6. Part 2, n. m. 
 
 1 TjHRM was rny health, my day was bright, 
 £ And I prefum’d’twould ne’er be night ; 
 Fondly I faid within my heart, 
 
 _< Pleasures and peace {hall ne’er depart/ 
 
 2 But I forgot thine arm was drong,- 
 Which made my mountain band lo long ; 
 Soon as thy face began to hide, 
 
 My health was gone, my comforts died, 
 
 3 I cry’d aloud to thee, my God, 
 
 1 What cand thou profit by ray blood ? 
 
 ‘ Deep in the dud, can I declare 
 ‘ Thy truth, or fing thy goodnefs there ? 
 
 4 1 Hear me, O God of grace,’ I faid, 
 
 1 And bring me from among the dead*/ 
 
71 PSALM XXXI. 
 
 Thy word rebuk’d the pains I felt, 
 
 Thy pard’ning love remov'd my guilt. 
 
 5 IVfy groans, and tears, and forms of woe, 
 Are turn’d to joy and praifes now ; 
 
 I throw my fackcloth on the ground, 
 
 And eafe and gladnefs gird me round. 
 
 6 My tongue, the glory of my frame, 
 
 Shall ne’er be blent of thy name ; 
 
 Thy praife (hall found thro’ earth & heav’n 
 For licknefs heal’d, and fins forgiv’n. 
 
 PSALM 31: ver. 5, 13 — 19, 22, ’23. 
 Part 1 , c. m. 
 
 T * t ' 
 
 1 TNTO thine hand, O God of truth, 
 
 My fpirit l commit; 
 
 Thou hall redeem’d my loul from death, 
 And lav’d me from the pit. 
 
 2 The pafiions of my hope and fear 
 
 Maintain’d a doubtful ftrife, 
 
 While forrow, pain, and bn confpir’d 
 To take away my life. 
 
 3 1 My time is in thy hand,* I cry'd, 
 
 ‘ Though I draw near the dub ; 
 
 * Thou art the refuge where I hide, 
 
 < The God in whom I trull.* 
 
PSALM XXXI. 
 
 75 
 
 4 0 make thy reconciled face 
 Upon thy fervant fhine ! 
 
 And lave me for thy mercy’s fake, 
 For I’m entirely thine. 
 
 PAUSE. 
 
 5 [’Twas in my hafte, my fpirit faid, 
 i I mult dcfpair and die, 
 
 ‘ I am cut oil before thine eves ; 
 
 ‘ But thou bait heard my cry.’] 
 
 6 Thy goodnefs, how divinely free \ 
 
 How woud’rous is thy grace ! 
 
 To thole that fear thy majelly, 
 
 And trull thy prornifes. 
 
 7 O love the Lord, all ye his faints, 
 
 And ling his praifesloud ; 
 
 He’ll bend his ear to your complaints, 
 
 And recompenfe the proud. 
 
 PSALM 3'. ver. 7—1?, 18—21. 
 Part 2, c. m. 
 
 heart rejoices in thy name, 
 My God, my help, my trull ; 
 
 Thou hall preferv'd my face from fhame, 
 My honor from the dull. 
 
 2 ‘ My life is fpent in grief,’ I cry’d, 
 
 * My years confume in groans, 
 
76 PSAI.M XXXII. 
 
 « Mv flrength decays, mine eyes arc dry’d, 
 ‘ And forrow wailes my bones.* 
 
 3 Among mine enemies my name, 
 
 Was a mere proverb grown ; 
 
 While to my neighbours I became. 
 Forgotten and unknown. 
 
 4 Slander and fear, on ev’ry fide, 
 
 Seiz’d and befet me round; 
 
 I to the throne of grace apply’d, 
 
 And fpeedy refcue found. 
 
 PAUSE. 
 
 5 How great deliv’rance thou hafl wrought, 
 
 Before the ions of men ! 
 
 The lying lips to filence brought, 
 
 And made their boafting vain. 
 
 6 Thy children, from the ftrife of tongues, 
 
 Shall thy pavilion hide; 
 
 Guard them from infamy and wrongs, 
 And crufh the ions of pride. 
 
 7 Within thy fecret prefence. Lord, 
 
 Let me for ever dwell; 
 
 No fenced city, wali’d and barr'd, 
 
 Secures a faint fo well 
 
 PSALM 32, e. m. 
 
 1 BLESSED fouls are they, 
 
 Whofe fins are cover’d o’er ; 
 
PSALM XXXII. 7? 
 
 Divinely bleft, to whom the Lord 
 Imputes their guilt no more. 
 
 2 They mourn their follies pait f 
 
 And keep their hearts with care ; 
 
 Their.lips and lives, without deceit. 
 
 Shall prove their faith fincere. 
 
 3 While I conceal’d my guilt, 
 
 I felt the feil’ring wound ; 
 
 Till I confelVu my tins to thee. 
 
 And ready pardon found. 
 
 4 Let lingers learn to pray, 
 
 Let faints keep near the throne $ 
 
 Our help, in time of deep dillrefs. 
 
 Is found in God alone. 
 
 PSALM 32, c. m, 
 
 1 T_J APPY the man, to whom his God, 
 
 ■ No more imputes his lin ; 
 
 But wafn’d in his Redeemer’s blood, 
 
 Hath made his garments clean. 
 
 2 Happy, beyond expreflion, he, 
 
 Whofe debts are thus difchargVi; 
 
 And from the guilty bondage free, 
 
 He feels his foul enlarg’d. 
 
 3 His fplrit hales deceit and lies, 
 
 His words are all iinceve : 
 
PSALM XXXII. 
 
 lie guards his heart, he guards his eyes, 
 To keep his confcience. clear. 
 
 4 While I my inward guilt fuppreft, 
 
 No quiet could I find : 
 
 Thv wrath lav burning in my breaft, 
 
 And rack’d my tortur d mind. 
 
 5 Then I confefs’d my troubled thoughts, 
 
 My fecret fins reveal’d : 
 
 Thy pard'ning grace forgave my faults, 
 Thy grace my pardon leal’d. 
 
 6 This fhall invite thy faints to pray; 
 
 When like a raging flood 
 Temptations rile, our tireng’th and day, 
 Is a forgiving God. 
 
 PSALM 32, Part t, i.. m. 
 
 1 flLEST is the man, for ever blefs’d, 
 
 Whofe guilt is pardon’d by his God, 
 Whole fins with forrow are confefs’d, 
 And cover'd with his Saviour’s blood. 
 
 2 Blefl is the man, to whom the Lord, 
 Imputes not his iniquities; 
 
 He pleads no merit of reward, 
 
 And, not on works, but grace relies. 
 
 Z From guile his heart and lips are free; 
 His humble joy, his holy fear, 
 
PSALM XXXII, XXXIV W 
 
 With deep repentance well agree, 
 
 And join to prove his faith fin cere. 
 
 4 How glorious is that rigliteoiifnefs, 
 
 That hides and cancels ail his fins ! 
 
 While a bright evidence of grace, 
 
 Thro’ his whole life appears and fiiines. 
 
 PSALM 32, Part 2, l. m. 
 
 1 TVTHIlE I keep {Hence and conceal, 
 
 * * My Ireavy guilt within my heart, 
 What torments doth rny confidence feel, 
 What agonies of inward fmart! 
 
 2 1 fpread my fins before the Lord, 
 
 And all my fecret faults ccnfcfs ; 
 
 Thv gofpel fpeaks a pard’ning word, 
 Thy holy fipirit feals the grace. 
 
 3 For this {hall ev’ry humble foul, 
 
 Make fwift addreffes to tliv feat; 
 
 When floods of huge temptations roll, 
 There ihail they find a bled retreat. 
 
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 1 
 
 How fafe beneath thy wings I lie, 
 
 When days grow dark and {forms appear 
 And when I walk, thy watchful eye, 
 
 Shall guide me fafe from every in are. 
 
 PSALM 33, Part 1 , c. m. 
 
 T> EJOICE, ye righteous, in the Lord, 
 This work belongs to you j 
 
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80 PSALM XXXIII. 
 
 Sing of liis name, his ways, his word, 
 How holy, juft, and true ! 
 
 2 His mercy and his righteoufnefs. 
 
 Let heav’n and earth proclaim ; 
 
 His works of nature and of grace, 
 Reveal his wond’rous name. 
 
 3 His wifdom and almighty word, 
 
 The heav’nly arches ipread ; 
 
 And by the i'pirit of the Lord, 
 
 Their 11 lining hells were made. 
 
 4 He bid the liquid waters How, 
 
 To their appointed deep ; 
 
 The flowing leas their limits know, 
 And their own ftation keep. 
 
 5 Ye tenants of the lpacious earth, 
 
 With fear before him Hand ; 
 
 He ipake, and nature took its birth, 
 And reits on h’S command. 
 
 6 He fcorns the angry nations* rage, 
 
 And breaks their vain defigns; 
 
 His counlel Hands through evTy age, 
 And in full glory lliines. 
 
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 PSALM 33, Part 2, c. M. 
 
 T5 LEST is the nation, where the Lord, 
 Hath fix’d his gracious throne ) 
 
81 
 
 PSALM XXXIII. 
 
 Where he reveals his heav’nly word. 
 
 And calls their tribes his own. 
 
 2 His eye with infinite furvey, 
 
 Does the whole world behold; 
 
 He form’d us all of equal clay, 
 
 And knows our feeble mould. 
 
 3 Kings are not refcu’d by the force 
 
 Of armies from the grave ; 
 
 Norfpeed, nor courage of an horfe. 
 
 Can the bold rider fave. 
 
 4 Vain is the ftrength of beads or men. 
 
 To hope for fafety thence ; 
 
 But holy fouls from God obtain, 
 
 A itrong and fure defence.* 
 
 5 God is their fear, and God their truft. 
 
 When plagues or famine fpread; 
 
 His watchful eye fecures the juit*, 
 
 Amongft ten thouland dead. 
 
 6 Lord, let our hearts in thee rejoice. 
 
 And blefs us from thy throne ,* 
 
 For we have made thy word our choice, 
 And truit thy grace alone. 
 
 PSALM 33. As the I \3th Psalm , Part L 
 1 VE holy fouls in God rejoice, 
 
 A Your Maker’s praife becomes your voice,, 
 Great is your theme, yourfongs be new 5 
 
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82 PSALM XXX11I. 
 
 Sing of his name, his word, his ways, 
 
 His works of nature and of grace, 
 
 How wile and holy, jull and true! 
 
 2 Juilice and truth he ever loves, 
 
 And the whole earth his goodnels proves; || 
 His word the heav’nly arches 1-pread : 
 How w ide they lhine from north to ioutlt! , 
 And by the lpirit of his mouth 
 Were all the Harry armies made. 
 
 3 He gathers the wide-flowing Teas, 
 
 (Thole wat’ry treafures know their place) 
 
 In the vail llore-houle ol the deep: 
 
 He fpake, and gave all nature birth, 
 
 And fires, and leas, and heav’n, and eanh, 
 His everlailing orders keep. 
 
 4 Let mortals tremble and adore, 
 
 A God of fuch relillleis pow’r, 
 
 Nor dare indulge their feeble rage : 
 Vain are your thoughts & weak your hands, ( 
 But his eternal counfel Hands, 
 
 And rules the world from age to age. 
 
 PSALM 33. As the W^th Psalm. Part 2. 
 
 1 /"A HAPPY nation, where the Lord, 
 Reveals the treafure of his word, 
 And builds his church, his earthly throne. 
 
PSALM XXXIV. 
 
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 His eve the heathen world furvevs. 
 
 He form’d theirheartshe knows their way s, 
 But God their Maker is unknown. 
 
 2 Let kings rely upon their hofts, 
 
 And of his ftrength the champion boaft; 
 
 In vain they boaft, in vain rely : 
 
 In vain we truft the brutal force, 
 
 Or fpeed, or courage of an horfe, 
 
 To guard his rider, or to fly. 
 
 3 The eye of thy companion, Lord, 
 
 Doth more fecure defence afford, 
 
 When death or dangers threat’ning hand: 
 Thy watchful eye preferves the juit. 
 
 Who make thy name their fear and truft, 
 When wars or famine wafte the land. 
 
 4 In ficknefs, or the bloody field, 
 
 Thou our phyfician, thou our fhield, 
 
 Send our falvation from thy throne: 
 
 We wait to fee thy goodnefs fhine ; 
 
 Let us rejoice in help divine, 
 
 For all our hope is God alone. 
 
 PSALM 34, Part 1 , l. m. 
 
 ^ T,° RD ’ ^ kiefs thee all my days. 
 
 Thy praife fliall dwell upon my tongue; 
 My foul fliall glory in thy grace, 
 
 While faints rejoice to hear the fong. 
 
81 PSALM XXXIV. 
 
 2 Come, magnify the Lord with me; 
 
 Come, let us all exalt his name : 
 
 I fought th’ eternal God, and he 
 Hath not expos’d my hope to fhamc. 
 
 3 1 told him all my fecret grief. 
 
 My fecret groaning reach’d his ears; 
 
 He gave my inward pains reliei, 
 
 And calm’d the tumult of my tears. 
 
 4 To him the poor lift up their eyes. 
 
 With heav’nly joy their faces fhine; 
 
 A beam of mercy from the ikies, 
 
 Fills them with light and joy divine. 
 
 5 His holy angels pitch their tents, 
 
 Around the men that ferve the Lord; 
 
 O fear and love him all ye faints, 
 
 Taile of his grace and trull his word! 
 
 6 The wild young lions, pinch’d with pain 
 And hunger, roar thro’ all the wood; 
 
 But none (hall leek the Lord in vain, 
 Nor want fupplies of real good. 
 
 PSALM 3 \ t ver. ii —22, Part 2, L m. 
 
 > /CHILDREN, in years and knowledje 
 young, 
 
 Your parents* hope, your parents joy, 
 Attend the counfels of my tongue; 
 
 Let pious thoughts your minds employ* 
 
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 PSALM XXXIV. 
 
 2 If you defire a length of days, \ 
 
 And peace to crown your mortal Hate, 
 Reftrain your feet from impious wavs, 
 Ycur lips from Hander and deceit. 
 
 3 The eyes of God regard his faints. 
 
 His ears are open to their cries ; 
 
 He lets his frowning face againit. 
 
 The fons of violence and lies. 
 
 4 To humble fouls and broken hearts, 
 
 God with his grace is ever nigh ; 
 
 Pardon and hope his love imparts, 
 
 When men in deep contrition lie. 
 
 5 He tells their tears, he counts their groans, 
 His Son redeems their fouls from death ; 
 His Spirit heals their broken bones, 
 
 They in his praife employ their breath. 
 
 PSALM 34, ver. i — 10, Part 1 , c m. 
 
 1 I’LL blefs the Lord from day to day j 
 " L How good are all his ways! 
 
 Ye humble fouls that ufe to pray, 
 
 Come, help my lips to praife. 
 
 .2 Sing to the honor of his name, 
 
 How a poor fufF’rer cry’d ; 
 
 Nor was his hope expos’d to Aiame, 
 
 Nor was his fait deny ’d. 
 
86 PSALM XXXIV. 
 
 3 When threatening forrows round me ftood> 
 
 And e u die is fears aroie, 
 
 Like tlie loud billows of a flood, 
 Redoubling all my woes. 
 
 4 I told the Lord my fore diftrefs, 
 
 With heavv groans and tears ; 
 
 He gave my (harped torments eafe, 
 
 And filenc’d all my fears. 
 
 PAUSE. 
 
 5 [O flnners! come and tafle bis love, 
 
 Come, learn, his pleatant ways, 
 
 And let your own experience prove, 
 
 The fweetnefs of his grace. 
 
 6 He bids his angels pitch their tents, 
 
 Round where his children dwell, 
 
 What ills their heav’nly care prevents, 
 No earthly tongue can tell.] 
 
 T £0 1 ove the Lord, ye faints of his ! 
 
 His eve regards the juft; 
 
 How richly blels’d \heir portion is, 
 
 Who make the Lord their trull! 
 
 8 Young lions, pinch d with hunger, roar, 
 And famifh in the wood; 
 
 Rut God Supplies his holy poor, 
 
 With every needful good.] 
 
PSALM XXXIV. 87 
 
 PS ALM 3 1, ver. 11 — 12, Part 2, c. m. 
 
 1 POME, children, learn to fear the Lord, 
 
 And, that your days be long, 
 
 Let not a falfe or fpiteful word, 
 
 Be found upon your tongue. r 
 
 2 Depart from mifchief, pra&ice love, 
 
 Purfue the works of peace, 
 
 So {hall- the Lord your ways approve. 
 
 And fet your fouls at eafe. 
 
 3 His eyes awake to guard the juft, 
 
 His ears attend their cry; 
 
 When broken fpirits dwell in duft, 
 
 The God of grace is nigh. 
 
 4 What though the forrows here they tafte 
 
 Are (harp and tedious too, 
 
 The Lord who faves them all at laft, 
 
 Is their fupporter now. 
 
 5 Evil (hall finite the wicked dead, 
 
 But God fecures his own, 
 
 * Prevents the mifchief when they Hide, 
 Or heals the broken bone. 
 
 6 When defoliation like a flood, 
 
 O’er the proud linnet rolls, 
 
 Saints find a refuge in their God, 
 
 For he redeem’d their fouls. 
 
gg PSALM XXXV. 
 
 PSALM 33, ver. 1—9, Part 1, c. m. 
 
 1 vrOW p!ead my caufe, almighty God, 
 IN With all the Ions of tlrife ; 
 
 And fight againil the men of blood, 
 Who light againil my life. 
 
 2 Draw out thy fpear, and flop their way, 
 
 Lift thine avenging rod ; 
 
 But to my foul in mercy fay, 
 
 ‘ I am thy faviour God.' 
 
 3 They plant their fnares to catch my feet, 
 
 And nets of mifchief fpread; 
 
 Plunge the deilroyers in the pit, 
 
 That their own hands have made. 
 
 4 Let fogs and darknefs hide their way, 
 
 And flipp’ry be their ground ; 
 
 Thy wrath (hall make their lives a prey, 
 And all their rage confound. 
 
 5 They fly like chaff before the wind, 
 
 Before thine angry breath ; 
 
 The angel of the Lord behind, 
 
 Purfues them down to death. 
 
 6 They love the road that leads to hell; 
 
 Then let the rebels die, 
 
 Whole malice is implacable, 
 
 Againil the Lord on high. 
 
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 PSALM XXXV. 
 
 7 But if thou haft a chofen few, 
 
 Amongft that impious race, 
 
 D ivide them from the bloody crew. 
 
 By thy furprifing grace 
 
 8 Then will I raife my tuneful voice. 
 
 To make thy wonders known: 
 
 In their falvation I’ll rejoice, 
 
 And blel's thee for my own. 
 
 PSALM 35, ver. *2—Ik Part 2, c. m, 
 
 1 "DEHOLD! the love, the gen’rous love, 
 ^ That holy David (hows: 
 
 Hark, how his founding bowels move, 
 
 To his afflicted foesl 
 
 2 When they are lick, his foul complains. 
 
 And feems to feel the fmart: 
 
 The fpirit of the gofpel reigns. 
 
 And melts his pious heart. 
 
 3 How did his flowing tears condole. 
 
 As for a brother dead! 
 
 And falling mortify’d his foul, 
 
 While for their life he pray’d. 
 
 4 They groan’d, and curs’d him on their bed. 
 
 Yet ftill he pleads and mourns; 
 
 And double bleffings on his head. 
 
 The righteous God returns. 
 
€)0 PSALM XXXVI. 
 
 5 O glorious type of heav’nly grace? 
 
 Thus Chriit the Lord appears ; 
 
 While finners curfe, the Saviour prays, 
 And pities them with tears. 
 
 6 He, the true David ; Ifr’el’s king, 
 
 Blest and belov’d of God, . j 
 
 To fave us rebels, dead in iin, 
 
 Paid his own deareit blood. 
 
 PSALM 36, ver. 5—9, l. m. 
 
 1 TTIGH in theheav’ns, eternal God! 
 
 AL Thy goodnefs in full glory fhines, 
 Thy truth (hall break thro’ ev’ry cloud, 
 That veils and darkens thy deiigns. 
 
 2 For ever firm thy juflice {lands, 
 
 As mountains their foundations keep ; 
 Wife are the wonders of thy hands ; 
 
 Thy judgments are a mighty deep. 
 
 3 Thy providence is kind and large, 
 
 Both man and beaft thy bounty lhare ; 
 The whole creation is thy charge, 
 
 But faints are thy peculiar care. 
 
 4 My God ! how excellent thy grace,^ . ( 
 
 Whence all our hope and comfort fpringsl 
 The fons of Adam in dillrels 
 
 Fly to the ihadow of thy wings. 
 
PSALM XXXVI. 91 
 
 5 From the provisions of thy houfe, 
 
 We (hall be fed with fweet repail ; 
 
 There mercy like a river flows, 
 
 And brings Salvation to our taile. 
 
 6 Life, like a fountain rich and free, 
 
 Springs from the prefence of my Lord, 
 And in thy light our fouls-Shall fee 
 The glories promis’d in thy woid. 
 
 PSALM 36, 1, 2, 5, 6, 7, 9. c. m. 
 
 1 TVTIIILE men grow bold in wicked ways, 
 
 * * And yet a God they own, 
 
 My heart within me often fays, 
 
 ‘ Their thoughts believe there’s none.* 
 
 2 Their thoughts and ways at once declare 
 
 (Whate’er their lips profefs,) 
 
 1 God hath no wrath for them to fear,. 
 
 * Nor will they feek his grace.’ 
 
 3 What flrange felf-flattery blinds their eyes !, 
 
 But there’s an hall’ning hour, 
 
 When they fliall fee with fore furprife 
 The terrors of thy pow’r. 
 
 4 Thy juftice fliall maintain its throne, 
 
 Though mountains melt awav; 
 
 Thyjud gments are a world unknown, 
 
 A deep unfathom’d fea. 
 
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 4* PSALM XXXVI. 
 
 5 Above thefe heav’ns created round, 
 
 Thy mercies, Lord, extend; 
 
 Thy truth outlives the narrow bounds, 
 Where time and nature ends. 
 
 6 Safety to man thy goodnefs bring*, 
 
 Nor overlooks the beaft: 
 
 Beneath the {hadow of thy wings, 
 
 Thy children chooie to reft. 
 
 7 [From thee, when creature-ftreams run low, 
 
 And mortal comforts die, 
 
 Perpetual fprings of life {hall flow, 
 
 And rail'e our pleafures high. 
 
 8 Though all created light decay, 
 
 And death dole up our eyes. 
 
 Thy prelence makes eternal day. 
 
 Where clouds can never rile.] 
 
 PS \LM 36, ver. 1—7. s. M. 
 
 1 \X7HEN man grows bold in fin, 
 
 * * My heart within me cries, 
 
 * He hath no faith of God within, 
 
 * Nor fear before his eyes.* 
 
 2 [He walks, a while conceal’d, 
 
 In a felf-flatt’ring dream, 
 
 Till his dark crimes, at once revealed, 
 Expofe his hateful name ] 
 
PSALM XXXVII. 
 
 3 His heart is falfe and foul, 
 
 His words are fmooth and fair; 
 Wifdom is banifh’d from his foul, 
 And leaves no goodnefs there, 
 
 4 He plots upon his bed, 
 
 New mifchiefs to fulfil ; 
 
 He fets his heart, his hand, and head. 
 To practice all that's ill. 
 
 5 But there’s a dreadful God, 
 
 Though men renounce his fear; 
 
 His juftice, hid behind the cloud, 
 
 Shall one great day appear. 
 
 6 His truth tranfcends the iky; 
 
 In heav’n his mercies dwell; 
 
 Deep as the fea his judgments lie. 
 
 His anger burns to hell. 
 
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 How excellent his love. 
 
 Whence all our fafety fprings ! 
 
 O never let my foul remove. 
 
 From underneath his wings ! 
 
 PSALM 37, ver. 1 — 15, Part I, c. 
 
 WHY fhould I vex my foul, and fret, 
 y To fee the wicked rife; 
 
 Or envy finners, waxing great* 
 
 By'violence and lies ? 
 
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 3 
 
 4 
 
 5 
 
 6 
 
 PSALM XXXVII. 
 
 As flow’ry grafs, cut down at noon, 
 
 Before the evening fades 
 
 So (hall their glories vanifh toon, 
 
 In everlalVmg (hades. 
 
 Then let me make the Lord my trull, 
 And practice all that’s good, 
 
 So (hall I dwell among the juft, 
 
 And he’ll provide me food. 
 
 I to my God my ways commit, 
 
 And cheerful wait his will; 
 
 Thy hand, which guides my doubtful feet, 
 
 <*W11 mv defines fulhi. 
 
 Mine innocence (halt thou difplav, 
 And make thy judgments known, 
 Fair as the light of dawning day. 
 And glorious as the noon. 
 
 The meek, at laft, the earth poffefs, 
 And are the heirs of heav’n ; 
 True riches, with abundant peace, 
 To humble fouls are giv’n. 
 
 PAUSE. 
 
 7 Reft in the Lord, and keep his way, 
 Nor let your anger rile; 
 
 Though Providence {hould long delay, 
 To punifh haughty vice. 
 
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 PSALM XXXVII. 
 
 8 Let tinners join to break vour peace, 
 
 And plot, and rage, and foam • 
 
 The Lord derides them, for he fees, 
 
 Their day of vengeance come. 
 
 9 They have drawn out the threatening fword, 
 
 Have bent their murd’rous bow, 
 
 To ilay the men that fear the Lord, 
 
 And bring the righteous low. 
 
 10 My God (hall break their bows, and burn, 
 
 Their perfecming darts ; - 
 Shall their own fword s againft them turn, 
 And pain furprife ilieir hearts. 
 
 PSALM 37, ver. If, 2), 26—31. 
 
 Part 2, c m. 
 
 1 WHY do the wealthy wicked boaft, 
 
 v v And grow profanely bold ? 
 
 The meanell portion of the juft, 
 
 Excels the tinner's gold. 
 
 2 The wicked borrows of his friends. 
 
 But ne’er defigns to pay ; 
 
 The faint is merciful, and lends, 
 
 Nor turns the poor away. 
 
 3 His alms, with lib’ral heart, he gives, 
 
 Amongft the Tons of need ; 
 
 H is mem’ry to long ages lives, 
 
 And blefied is his feed. 
 
PSALM 37, ver. 23—37, Part 3, c. m. 
 
 i ‘TV/f'Y God, the Heps of pious men, 
 
 -fVl Are or der’d by thy Vvr ill; 
 
 Though they {hould fall, they rife again, 
 Thy hand fupports them ML 
 
 % The Lord delights to fee their ways, 
 Their virtue he approves : 
 
 He 11 ne’er deprive them of his grace, 
 Nor leave the men he loves. 
 
 3 The heav’nly heritage is theirs, 
 
 Their portion and their home; 
 
 He feeds them now, and makes them heirs 
 Of blefiings long to come. 
 
 4 
 
 5 
 
 6 
 
 His lips abhor to talk profane, 
 
 To Hander or defraud ; 
 
 His ready tongue declares to men, 
 What he has learn’d of God. 
 
 The law and gofpel of the Lord, 
 
 Deep in his heart abide; 
 
 Led by the Spirit and the word, 
 
 His feet ihall never Hide- 
 
 When finners fall, the righteous Hand, 
 Preferv’d from ev’ry fnare ; 
 
 They fhall poffefs the promis’d land, 
 a hr! rkvpll for ever there. 
 
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 PSALM XXXVIII. 
 
 4 Wait on the Lord, ye Tons of men, 
 Nor fear when tyrants frown; 
 
 Ye fhall confefs their pride was vain, 
 When juilice calls them down. 
 
 pause. 
 
 5 The haughty finner have I feen, 
 Not fearing man nor God, 
 
 Like a tali bay-tree, fair and green, 
 
 Spreading his arms abroad. 
 
 6 And, lo! he vanifh’d from the ground, 
 
 Deltroy’d by hands unfeen ; 
 
 Nor root, nor branch, nor leaf was found. 
 Where all that pride had been. 
 
 7 But mark the man of righteoufnefs, 
 
 His fev’ral Heps attend ; 
 
 True pleafure runs through all his ways, 
 And peaceful is his end. 
 
 PSALM 38, c. m. 
 
 T thy wrath remember love; 
 
 x Reilore thy fervant, Lord; 
 
 Nor let a father’s chaft’riing prove, 
 Like an avenger’s fword. 
 
 2 Thine arrows ftick within my heart, 
 My flefh is lovely prell; 
 
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98 PSALM XXXVIII. | 
 
 Between the forrow and the imart, 
 
 My ipirit finds no reft. 
 
 3 My fins a heavy load appear, 
 
 And o’er my head are gone ; 
 
 Too heavy they for me to bear, 
 
 Too hard for me’t atone. 
 
 4 My thoughts are like a troubled fea, 
 
 My head Hill bending down ; 
 
 And I go mourning alt the day, 
 
 Beneath my father’s frown. 
 
 5 Lord, I am weak, and broken fore, 
 
 None of my pow’rs are whole; 
 
 The inward anguiih makes me roar, 
 
 The anguiih of my foul 
 
 6 All my delire to thee is known, 
 
 Thine eye counts ev’ry tear; 
 
 And ev’ry figh, and ev’ry groan, 
 
 Is notic’d by thine ear. 
 
 7 Thou art my God, my only hope ; 
 
 My God will hear me cry. 
 
 My God will bear my ipirit up. 
 
 When Satan bids me die. 
 
 8 [My foot is ever apt to Hide, 
 
 My foes rejoice to fee ’t ; 
 
 They raife their pleafure and their pride, 
 When they fupplant my feet. 
 

 PSALM XXXIX. 
 
 9 But I’ll confefs my guilt to thee, 
 
 And grieve for all my fin ; 
 
 I’ll mourn how weak my graces be, 
 And beg fupport divine. 
 
 10 My God, forgive my follies pafl, 
 
 And be for ever nigh; 
 
 O Lord of my falvation hafle, 
 
 Before thy fervant die !] 
 
 PSALM 39, ver. 1, 2, 3, Part 1, c. m. 
 
 1 TMIUS I refolv’d before the Lord, 
 
 A 4 Now will I watch my tongue, 
 
 * Left I let flip one finful word, 
 
 4 Or do my neighbour wrong.* 
 
 2 And if I’m e’er conftrain’d to flay, 
 
 With men of lives profane, 
 
 I’ll let a double guard that day, 
 
 Nor let my talk be vain. 
 
 3 I’ll fcarce allow my lips to fpeak, 
 
 The pious thoughts I feel, 
 
 Left fcoffers fhould th* occaiion take, 
 To mock my holy zeal. 
 
 4 Yet, if fome proper hour appear. 
 
 I’ll not be over-aw’d, 
 
 But let the fcoffing finner hear, 
 
 That I can fpeak for God* 
 
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100 PSALM XXXIX. 
 
 PSALM 39, ver. 4—10, Part 2, c. m. 
 
 1 rrEACH me the meafure of my days, 
 
 A Thou Maker of my frame! 
 
 I would furvey life’s narrow ipace, 
 
 And learn how frail I am. 
 
 2 A fpan is all that we can boa ft, 
 
 An inch or two of time ; 
 
 Man is but vanity and duft. 
 
 In all his flow’r and prime. 
 
 3 See the vain race of mortals move. 
 
 Like fhadows o’er the plain ; 
 
 They rage and ftrive, dehre and love. 
 But all their noife is vain. 
 
 4 Some walk in honor’s gaudy faow, 
 
 Some dig for golden ore; 
 
 They toil for heirs, they know not who 
 And itraight are feen no more. 
 
 5 What lliould I wifli or wait for then, 
 
 Rrom creatures, earth, and duft? 
 They make our expectations vain, 
 
 And difappoinl our truft. 
 
 6 Now I forbid my carnal hope. 
 
 My fond defires recall ; 
 
 I give my mortal intereit up. 
 
 And make my God my alb 
 
PSALM XXXIX. 101 
 
 PSALM 39, ver. 9—13, Part 3, c. m. 
 
 J Z" 1 OD of my life, look gently down, 
 Behold the pains I feel; 
 
 But I am dumb before thy throne, 
 
 Nor dare dii’pute thy will. 
 
 2 Difeafes are thy fervants, Lord, 
 
 They come at thy command; 
 
 I’ll not attempt a murmuring word, 
 
 Againil thy chail’ning hand. 
 
 5 Yet I may plead with humble cries, 
 
 ‘ Remove thy fliarp rebukes 
 My ftrength confumes, my fpirit dies, 
 Through thy repeated flrokes. 
 
 1 Crufh’d as a moth beneath thy hand, 
 
 We moulder to the dull ; 
 
 Our feeble povv’rs can ne’er withftand, 
 And all our beauty’s loft. 
 
 > [This mortal life decays apace, 
 
 H ow foon.the bubble’s broke ! » 
 
 Adam, and all his num’rous race 
 Are vanity and fmoke. 
 
 3 I’m but a fojourner below, 
 
 As all my fathers were : 
 
 May I be well prepar’d to go, 
 
 When I the fummons hear. 
 
102 PSALM XL. 
 
 7 But if my life be fpar’d a while, 
 
 Before my laft remove, 
 
 Thy praife fliall be my bufmefs Hill» 
 And I’ll declare thy love.] 
 
 PSALM 40. ver. 1, 2, 3, 5, 17. 
 Part 1, c. m. 
 
 1 T WAITED patient for the Lord, 
 
 -*• He bow’d to hear my cry ; 
 
 He law me reding on his word, 
 
 And brought falvation nigh. 
 
 2 He rais’d me from a horrid pit, 
 
 Where mourning long I lay ; 
 
 And from my bonds releas’d my feet, 
 Deep bonds of miry clay. 
 
 3 Firm on a rock he made me dand, 
 
 And taught my cheerful tongue, 
 
 To praife the wonders of his hand, 
 
 In a new thankful fong. 
 
 4 I’ll fpread his works of grace abroad; 
 
 The faints with joy (hall hear, 
 
 And Tinners learn to make my God 
 Their only hope and fear. 
 
 5 How many are thy thoughts of love! 
 
 Thy mercies, Lord, how great! 
 
 We have not words, nor hours enough, 
 Their numbers to repeat. 
 
103 
 
 PSALM XL. 
 
 6 When I’m afhi&ed, poor, and low, 
 
 And light and peace depart, 
 
 My God beholds my heavy woe, 
 
 And bears me on his heart. 
 
 PSALM 40, ver. 6 —9, Part 2, c. m. 
 
 1 npHUS faith the Lord, ‘ Your work is vain, 
 
 -*■ * Give your burnt-off‘rings o’er, 
 
 4 In dying goats and bullocks flain, 
 
 4 My foul delights no more.* 
 
 2 Then fpake the Saviour, f Lo I’m here, 
 
 4 My God, to do thy will; 
 
 4 Whate’er thy facred books declare, 
 i Thy fervant {hall fulfil. 
 
 3 * Thy law is ever in my fight, 
 
 ‘ I keep it near my heart; 
 
 * Mine ears are open’d with delight, 
 
 4 To what thy lips impart.’ 
 
 4 And fee, the blell Redeemer comes! 
 
 Th’ eternal Son appears! 
 
 And at th’ appointed time aiTumes 
 The body God prepares. 
 
 5 Much he reveal’d his Father’s grace, 
 
 And much his truth he fhew’d, 
 
 And preach’d the way of righteoufnefs, 
 Where great allemblies ilood. 
 
PSALM XL. 
 
 lot 
 
 6 His Father’s honor touch’d his heart, 
 
 He pity’d finner’s cries, 
 
 And, to fulfil a Saviour’s part, 
 
 Was made a facrifice. 
 
 PAUSE. 
 
 7 No blood of beafis on altars fned, 
 
 Could wafh the confidence clean; 
 
 But the rich facrifice he paid, 
 
 Atones for all our fin. 
 
 8 Then was the great falvation fipread, 
 
 And Satan’s kingdom fiiook ; 
 
 Thus by the woman’s promis’d feed, 
 The lerpent’s head was broke. 
 
 PSALM 10, ver. 5—10, l. m. 
 
 1 r pHE wonders, Lord, thy love has wrou 
 
 -*• Exceed our praifie,fiurmount our thou 
 Should I attempt the long detail, 
 
 My fpeech would faint, my numbers fail. 
 
 2 No blood of bcafis on altars fpilt, 
 
 Can cleanfe the fouls of men from guilt; 
 But thou hall let before our eyes, 
 
 An all-fufficient facrifice. 
 
 3 Lo ! thine eternal Son appears! 
 
 To thy deligns he bows his ears; 
 Alfiimes a body well prepar’d, 
 
 And well performs a work fio hard. 
 
 SjO t-0 
 
105 
 
 PSALM XLI. 
 
 4 4 Behold, I come,’ (the Saviour cries, 
 With Jove and duty in his eyes) 
 
 4 I come to bear the heavy load 
 4 Of Jins, and do thy will, my God. 
 
 5 4 ’Tis written in thy great decree, 
 
 4 ’Tis in thy book foretold of me, 
 
 4 I mull fulfil the Saviour’s part; 
 
 4 And, lo! thy law is in my heart. 
 
 6 4 I’ll magnify thy holy law, 
 
 4 And rebels to obedience draw, 
 
 4 When on my crols I’m lifted high, 
 
 * 4 Or to my crown above the Iky. 
 
 7 ‘ The Spirit fhall defcend, and fliow, 
 
 4 What thou hall done, and what I do; 
 
 4 The wond’ring world (hall learn thy grace, 
 4 Thy wifdom and thy righteoufnefs.* 
 
 PSALM 41, ver. I, 2, 3, l m. 
 
 1 T)LEST is the man whofe bowels move, 
 And melt with pity to the poor; 
 Whofe foul by fympathizing love, 
 
 Feels what his fellow-faints endure. 
 
 2 His heart contrives for their relief, 
 
 More good than his own hands can do; 
 He, in the time of gen’ral grief. 
 
 Shall find the Lord hath bowels too. 
 
106 PSALM XLII. 
 
 3 His foul (hall live fecure on earth, 
 
 With l'ecret blehiiigs on his head, 
 
 When drought, and pellilence, and dearth, 
 Around him multiply their dead. 
 
 4 Or if he languilh on his couch, 
 
 God will pronounce his fins forgiv’n, 
 Will fave him with a healing touch, 
 
 Or take his willing foul to heav’n. 
 
 PSALM *2. 1—3. Part 1, c. m. 
 
 1 T7LT1TH earned; longings of the mind, 
 VV My God, to thee 1 look ; 
 
 So pants the hunted hart to find, 
 
 And taite the cooling brook. 
 
 2 When (hall I fee thy courts of grace, 
 
 And meet my God again ? 
 
 So long an abfcence from thy face 
 My heart endures with pain. 
 
 3 Temptations vex my weary foul, 
 
 And tears are my repast; 
 
 The foe infults without comroul, 
 
 * And where’s your God at last ?* 
 
 4 ’Tis with a mournful plealure now 
 
 I think on ancient days : 
 
 Then to thy houfe did numbers go, 
 
 And all our work was praise. 
 
107 
 
 PSALM XLII. 
 
 5 But why, my foul, funk down fo far 
 
 Beneath this heavy load ? 
 
 Why do my thoughts indulge defpair, 
 And lin againlt my God ? 
 
 6 Hope in the Lord, whofe mighty hand 
 
 Can all thy woes remove ; 
 
 For I lhall yet before him stand. 
 
 And fmg reltoring love. 
 
 PSALM 42. 6—I 1. Part 2. l m. 
 
 1 M Y *P irlt fin k s within me, Lord ; 
 
 1 x But I will call thy name to mind. 
 And times of pall diftrefs record, 
 
 When I have found my God was kind. 
 
 2 Huge troubles, with tumultuous noife, 
 Swell like a lea, and round me fpread ; 
 
 Thy water-fpouts drown all my joys, 
 
 And riling waves roll o'er my head. 
 
 3 Yet will the Lord command his love, 
 v When I add refs his throne by day j 
 
 Nor in the night his grace remove ; 
 r l he night fhall hear me ling and pray. 
 
 4 I’ll call myfelf before his feet, 
 
 And lay, ‘ My God, my heav'nly rock I 
 ‘ Why doth thy love fo long forget 
 1 The foul that groans beneath thy ftroke l* 
 

 * * 
 
 IOB PSALM XL1V. 
 
 5 I’ll chide my heart that links fo low ; 
 
 Why illoti'd my foul indulge her grief? 
 Hope in the Lord and praife him too ; 
 
 He is my re it, my Lire relief. 
 
 6 Thy light and truth {hall guide me Hill ; 
 Thy word (hall my belt thoughts employ, 
 And lead me to thy heav’nly hill, 
 
 My God, my molt exceeding joy. 
 
 PSALM 4 h 1,2, 3, 8, 15—26. c m. 
 
 1 T ORD, we have heard thy works of old, 
 
 Thy works of pow’r and grace, 
 When to our ears our fathers told 
 The wonders of their days. 
 
 2 How thou didft build thy churches here, 
 
 And make thy gofpei known ; 
 Amongft them did thine arm appear, 
 
 Thy light and glory (hone. 
 
 3 In God they boailed all the day, 
 
 And in a cheerful throng, - 
 Did thoufands meet to praile and pray; 
 And grace was all their long. 
 
 4 But now our fouls are feiz’d, withlhame, 
 
 Confufion fills our face, 
 
 To hear the enemy blafpheme, 
 
 And fools reproach thy grace. 
 
109 
 
 PSALM XLIV. 
 
 5 Yet have we not forgot our God, 
 
 Nor falfelv dealt with heav’n ; 
 
 Nor have our iteps declin'd the road 
 Of duty thou haft giv’n : 
 
 6 Tho’ dragons all around us roar 
 
 With their deftruitive breath, 
 
 And thine own hand hath bruis’d us fore. 
 Hard by the gates of death. 
 
 PAUSE. 
 
 7 We are expos’d all day to die, 
 
 As martyrs for thy caufe, 
 
 As (beep for {laughter bound, we lie 
 By fharp and bloody laws. 
 
 8 Awake, arife, almighty Lord! 
 
 Why fleeps thy wonted grace ? 
 
 Why fliould we look like men abhorr’d. 
 Or banifh’d from thy face ? 
 
 9 Wilt thou for ever caft us off. 
 
 And dill negletft our cries ; 
 
 For ever hide thy heav’nly love. 
 
 From our affli&ed eyes ? 
 
 10 Down to. the dull cur foul is bow’d. 
 
 And dies upon the ground; 
 
 Rife for our help, rebuke the proud. 
 
 And all their pow’rs confound. 
 
 i 
 
U 0 PSALM XLV. 
 
 11 Redeem us from perpetual fhame, 
 
 Our Saviour and our God; 
 
 We plead the honors of thy name, 
 
 The merits of thy blood. 
 
 PSALM 45, s. m. 
 
 1 TVTY Saviour and my King, 
 
 1VJL Thy beauties are divine ; 
 
 Thy lips with bleffings overflow, 
 
 And ev’ry grace is thine. 
 
 2 Now make thy glory known ; 
 
 Gird on thy dreadful fword, 
 
 And ride in majefty to fpread 
 The con quells of thy word. 
 
 3 Strike through thy ftubborn foes, 
 
 Or melt their hearts ’t obey; 
 
 While juilice, meeknefs, grace and truth, 
 Attend thy glorious way. 
 
 4 Thy laws, O God, are right, 
 
 Thy throne fliall ever Hand ; 
 
 And thy vi&orious gofpel prove, 
 
 A fceptre in thy hand. 
 
 5 [Thy Father and thy God, 
 
 Hath without meafure ftied, 
 
 His fpirit, like a joyful oil, 
 
 T* anoint thy facred head.] 
 
PSALM XLV. HI 
 
 ■6 [Behold, at thy right hand, 
 
 The Gentile church is feen, 
 
 Like a fair bride in rich attire, 
 
 And princes guard the queen.] 
 
 7 Fair bride, receive his love; 
 
 Forget thy father’s houfe ; 
 
 Forfake thy gods, thy idol-gods, 
 
 And pay thy Lord thy vows. 
 
 8 O let thy God and King, 
 
 Thy 1 wee tell thoughts employ; 
 
 Thy children (hall his honors iing f 
 In palaces of joy. 
 
 PSALM 45, c. m. 
 
 1 T’LL fpeak the honors of ray King; 
 
 His form divinely fair ; 
 
 \ None of the Ions of mortal race, 
 
 May with the Lord compare. 
 
 2 Sweet is thy fpeech, and heav’nly grace 
 
 Upon thy lips is lhed ; 
 
 Thy God, with blefiings infinite. 
 
 Hath crown’d thy facred head. 
 
 3 Gird on thy fword, victorious prince ! 
 
 Ride with majeitic fway ; 
 
 Thy terror fhall itrike through thy foes* 
 And make the world obey. 
 
112 PSALM XLV. 
 
 4 Thy throne, O God, for ever hands; 
 
 Thy word of grace lliall prove 
 A peaceful fceptre in thy hands, 
 
 To rule thy faints by love 
 
 5 Juftice and truth attend thee hill, 
 
 But mercy is thy choice ; 
 
 And God, thy God, thy fouls fhall fill, 
 With molt peculiar joys. 
 
 PSALM 45, Part I, l. m. 
 
 1 VTOW be my heart infpir’d to fing 
 
 The glories of my Saviour king, 
 Jefus the Lord ; how heav’nly fair 
 His form ! how bright his beauties are! 
 
 2 O’er all the fons of human race, 
 
 He (bines with a fuperior grace ; 
 
 Love from his lips divinelv flows, 
 
 And blelfings all his llate compofc. 
 
 3 Drefs thee in arms, molt mighty Lord! 
 Gird on the terror of thy fvvord ! 
 
 In majefty and glory ride, 
 
 With truth and meeknefs at thy fide. 
 
 4 Thine anger, like a pointed dart, 
 
 Shall pierce the foes of ftubborn heart; 
 Or words of mercy, kind and Iweet, 
 Shall melt the rebels at thy feet. 
 
PSALM XLV. 
 
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 3 Thy throne, O God, for ever {lands ; 
 Grace is the iceptre in thy hands ; 
 
 Thy laws and works are juft and right, 
 Juitice and grace are thy delight. 
 
 od, thine Wn God, has richly fhed 
 His oil of gladnefs on thy head. 
 
 And with his facred Spirit bieft 
 His firft born Son above the reft. 
 PSALM 45, Part 2, l. m. 
 
 r PH£ King of faints, how fair his face, 
 Adorn'd with majelly and grace ! 
 
 He comes with blefftngs from above. 
 
 And wins the nations to his love. 
 
 At his right hand our eyes behold 
 The queen array’d in pure 11 gold ; 
 
 The world admires her heav’nly drefs, 
 Her robe of joy and righteoufnefs. 
 
 He forms her beauties like his own ; 
 
 He calls and feats her near his throne; 
 Fair ftranger, let thine heart forget 
 The idols of thy native ftate. 
 
 So (hall the King the more rejoice 
 In thee, the fav’rite of his choice; 
 
 Let him be lov’d, and yet ador’d, 
 
 For he’s thy Maker and thy Lord. 
 
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 3 
 
m PSALM XLVI. 
 
 5 O happy hour, when thou (halt rife, 
 
 To his fair palace in the (kies; 
 
 And all ihy Ions (a num’rous train) 
 
 Each like a prince in glory reign. 
 
 6 Let endlefs honors crown his head; 
 
 Let ev’ry age his prail’es fpread ; 
 
 While we with cheerful longs approve, 
 The condefceniions of his love. 
 
 j|j PSALM 46, Part 1, l. m. 
 
 lil * t ^ e re f u £ e °f his faints, 
 
 When itorms of (harp dillrcfs invade; 
 Ere we can offer our complaints, 
 
 Behold him prelent with his aid. 
 
 2 Let mountains from their feats be hurl’d, 
 Down to the deep, and bury’d there ; 
 Convullion lhake the lolid world ; 
 
 HB Our faith lhali never yield to fear. 
 
 3 Loud may the troubled ocean roar, 
 
 In facrcd peace our fouls abide; 
 
 While ev’ry nation, ev’ry (hore, 
 Trembles, and dreads the lwelling tide. 
 
 4 There is a lire am, whole gentle flow, 
 Supplies the city of our God; 
 
 Life, love, and joy, Hill gliding through, 
 And wat’ring our divine abode. 
 
PSALM XLVI. 415 
 
 5 That facred itream, thine holy word. 
 
 That all our raging fear controuls : 
 
 Sweet peace thy promiles afford, 
 
 And give new firength to fainting fouls. 
 
 6 Sion enjoys her monarch’s love, 
 
 Secure againlt a threatening hour; 
 
 Nor can her firm foundatiotis move, 
 
 Built on his truth, and arm’d with pow’r, 
 
 PSALM 46, Part 2, l m. 
 
 1 T ET Sion in her king rejoice, 
 
 ^ Tho’ tyrants rage, and kingdoms rife 
 He utters his almighty voice. 
 
 The nations melt, the tumult dies. 
 
 2 The Lord of old for Jacob fought. 
 
 And Jacob's God is Hill our aid ; 
 
 Behold the works his hand hath wrought! 
 What defolation he has made! 
 
 3 From fea to fea, thro’ all the {bores, 
 
 He makes the noife of battle ceafe ; 
 When from on high his thunder roars, 
 
 He awes the trembling world to peace. 
 
 4 He breaks the bow, he cuts the fpear; 
 Chariots he burns with heav’nly flame: 
 Keep filence all the earth, and hear 
 The found and glory of his name. 
 
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116 PSALM XLVII. 
 
 5 ‘ Be illll, and learn that I am God: 
 
 * I’ll be exalted o’er the lands; 
 
 4 I will be known and fear’d abroad, 
 
 4 But Hill my throne in Sion Hands.* 
 
 6 O Lord of hoils, almighty King! 
 
 While we fo near thy prefence dwell, 
 
 Our faith fhall fit fecure, and ling 
 Defiance to the gates of hell. 
 
 PSALM 47, c. M. 
 
 1 f FOR a fhout of facred joy. 
 
 To God the fov’reign King! 
 
 Let ev’ry land their tongues employ, 
 
 And hymns of triumph fing. 
 
 2 Jefus our God afcends on high ! 
 
 His heav’nly guards around, 
 
 Attend him riling through the Iky, 
 
 With trumpets* joyful found. 
 
 3 While angels fhout and praife their King, 
 
 Let mortals learn their drains ; 
 
 Let all the earth his honors fing; 
 
 O’er all the earth he reigns. 
 
 4 Rehearfe his praife with awe profound; 
 
 Let knowledge lead the long; 
 
 Nor mock him with a folemn found, 
 Upon a thoughtlefs tongue. 
 
PSALM XLVIII. 117 
 
 3 In Ifr’el flood his ancient throne, 
 
 He 1 ov’d that chofen race; 
 
 But now he calls the world his own. 
 
 And heathens tafle his grace. 
 
 6 The Gentile nations are the Lord’s, 
 
 Where Abraham’s God is known; 
 While powers and princes, fhields and 
 Submit before his throne. [i'words, 
 
 PSALM 48, ver. 1—8, Part 1, s. m. 
 
 1 [/^REAT is the Lord our God, 
 
 And let his praife be great; 
 
 He makes his churches his abode, 
 
 His molt delightful feat. 
 
 2 Thefe temples of his grace, 
 
 How beautiful they (land! 
 
 The honors of our native place, 
 
 And bulwarks of our land J 
 
 3 In Sion God is known, 
 
 A refuge in diftrefs; 
 
 How bright hath his falvation fhone 
 Through all her palaces! 
 
 4 When kings agaiufl her join’d, 
 
 And faw the Lord was there, 
 
 In wild confufion of the mind 
 • They fled with hafly fear. 
 
118 PSALM XLVItl. 
 
 5 When navies tall and proud. 
 
 Attempt to fpoil our peace, 
 
 He fends his tempefts roaiingloud. 
 And fmks them in the feas. 
 
 6 Ofi have our father's told, 
 
 Our eves have often feen, 
 
 How well our God fecures the fold, 
 Where his own fheep have been. 
 
 In ev’ry new diflrefs, 
 
 We'll to his houfe repair; 
 
 We’ll think upon his wond’rous grace, 
 And feek deliv’rance there. 
 
 PSALM 48, ver. 10 —14, Part 2, s. m. 
 
 1 Tj 1 \R as thy name is known, 
 
 The world declares thy praife; 
 Thy faints, O'Lord, before thy throne, 
 Their fongs of honor raife. 
 
 2 With j ov let Judah Hand, 
 
 On Sion’s chofen hill; 
 
 Proclaim the wonders of thy hand* 
 And counfels of thy will. 
 
 3 Let ftrangers walk around 
 
 The city where we dwell, 
 
 Compafs and view thine holy ground, 
 And mark the building well: 
 
PSALM XLIX. U 
 
 4 The orders of thy houfe, 
 
 The worfhip of thy court, 
 
 The cheerful longs, the folemn vows, 
 And make a fair report. 
 
 5 How decent and how wife ! 
 
 How glorious to behold ! 
 
 Beyond the pomp that charms the eyes, 
 And rites adorn’d with gold. 
 
 6 The God we worfhip now, 
 
 Will guide us till we die; 
 
 Will be" our God while here below, 
 
 And ours above the Iky. 
 
 PSALM 49, ver. .6—14, Parti, c m. 
 
 1 xirHY doth the man of riches grow 
 VV To infolence and pride, 
 
 To fee his wealth and honors flow 
 With ev’ry riling tide ? 
 
 2 [Why doth he treat the poor with fcorn. 
 
 Made of the felf-fame clay, 
 
 And boafl as though his flefli was born 
 Of better dull than they ?] 
 
 3 Not all his treafures can procure 
 
 His foul a fhort reprieve, 
 
 Redeem from death one guilty hour, : 
 Or make his brother live. 
 
120 PSALM XLIX. 
 
 4 [Life is a blefling can’t be fold, 
 
 The ranfom is fo high ; 
 
 Juilice will ne’er be brib’d with gold, 
 That man may never die ] 
 
 5 He fees the bruitifh and the wife, 
 
 The tim’rous and the brave, 
 
 Quit their pofleiTions, dole their eyes, 
 And halten to the grave 
 
 6 Yet his his inward thought and pride, 
 
 4 Mv houfe fit all ever Hand : 
 
 1 And that my name ma\ long abide. 
 
 ‘ I’ll give it to my land.’ 
 
 *7 Vain are his thoughts, his hopes are loft; 
 How foon his mem’ry dies ! 
 
 His name is written in the dull 
 Where his own carcafe lies. 
 
 PAUSE. 
 
 S This is the folly of their way ; 
 
 And yet their fons, as vain. 
 
 Approve the Words their fathers fay, 
 
 And ad their works again. 
 
 9 Men void of wifdom and of grace, 
 
 If honor raife them high. 
 
 Live like the bead, a thoughtlefs race, 
 And like the bead, they die. 
 
PSALM XLTX 121 
 
 10 [Laid in the grave like fill (beep, 
 
 Death feeds upon j hem heu, 
 
 Till the lad rumpe> breaks their ileep, 
 
 In terror and clelpair ] 
 
 PSALM 49, ver. l 4, 4, Part 2, c m. 
 
 J y£ fons of pride that hae the jutl, 
 
 A And trample on the poor. 
 
 When death has brought you down to dud, 
 Your pomp (hall rife no more 
 
 2 The lait great day (hall change the lcene^ 
 
 When will that hour appear ? 
 
 When lhall the juit revive, and -t ign 
 O’er all that fcorn’d them here ? 
 
 3 God will my naked foul receive. 
 
 When fep’rate from the riefh; 
 
 And break the prifon of the grave, 
 
 To raife my bones afrefh* 
 
 4 Heav'n is my everlailing home, 
 
 Th* inheritance is fine; 
 
 Let men of pride their rage refume, 
 
 But I’ll repine no more. 
 
 PSALM 49, L. m. 
 
 I TX7HY do ihe proud infultthe poor, 
 
 Andboaft he large efa^es they have! 
 How vain are riches, to fecure 
 Their haughty owner* from the grave $ 
 
122 PSALM L. 
 
 2 They can't redeem one hour from death,* 
 With all the wealth in which they trull; 
 Nor give a dying brother breath, 
 
 When God commands him down to dull. 1 
 
 3 There the dark earth and difmal fhade 
 Shall clafp their naked bodies round ; 
 That flefh, fo delicately fed, 
 
 Lies cold, and moulders in the ground. 
 
 4 Like thoughtlefs fheep the firmer dies, 
 Laid in the grave for worms to eat; 
 
 The faints fhall in the morning rife, 
 
 And find th* opprelfor at their feet. 
 
 5 His honors perilli in the duft, 
 
 And pomp and beauty, birth and blood: 
 That glorious day exalts the juft, 
 
 To full dominion o'er the proud. 
 
 6 My Saviour fhall my life reftore, 
 
 And raife me from my dark abode: 
 
 My flefh and foul (hall part no more, 
 
 But dwell for ever near my God. 
 
 PSALM 50, ver. I—6, Part 1 , c. M. 
 
 1 HPHE Lord, the judge, before his throne. 
 Bids the whole earth draw nigh ; 
 The nations near the rifing fun, 
 
 And near the weftern Iky. 
 
PSALM L. m 
 
 2 No more (hall bold blafphemers fay, 
 
 ‘ Judgment (hall ne'er begin 
 No more abufe his long delay, 
 
 To impudence and fin 
 
 $ Thron’d on a cloud, our God fball comfc, 
 Bright flames prepare his way ; 
 
 Thunder and darknefs, fire and itorm, 
 
 ^ Lead on the dreadful day. 
 
 4 Heav’n from above his call fhall hear. 
 
 Attending angels come; 
 
 And earth and hell fhall know and fear, 
 His juftice, and their doom. 
 
 5 « But gather all my faints.* he cries, 
 
 ‘ That made their peace with God, 
 
 ‘By the Redeemer’s facrifice, 
 
 * And leaTd it with his blood. 
 
 6 * Their faith and works brought forth to 
 
 * Shall make the world confefs, [light, 
 1 My fentence of reward is right, 
 
 * And heav’n adore my grace * 
 
 PSALM 50, ver. 8 , 0, t , S *5, 23. 
 Part 2 c m. 
 
 1 T^HUS faith the Lord, ‘ The fpaciotis field* 
 ‘ And flocks and herds, are mine j 
 « O’er all the cattle of the hills, 
 
 * 1 claim a right divine. 
 
124 PSALM L. 
 
 2 * I afk no fheep for facrifice, 
 
 * Nor bullocks burnt with fire; 
 
 * To hope and love, to pray and praife, 
 
 4 Is all that 1 require. 
 
 3 « Call upon me when trouble’s near, 
 
 1 My hand (hall fet thee free; 
 
 4 Then lhall thy thankful lips declare 
 
 * The honor due to me. 
 
 4 1 The man that offers humble praife, 
 
 1 He glorifies me belt: 
 
 4 And thofe that tread my holy ways, 
 
 * Shall my falvation taile.’ 
 
 PSALM 50, ver. 1 , 5 , 8 , 21 , 22 . 
 Part 3, c. M. 
 
 1 TXTHEN Chrift to judgment (hall defcend 
 
 ** And faints furround their Loid, 
 He calls the nations to attend, 
 
 And hear his awful word. 
 
 2 { Not for the want of bullocks (lain, 
 
 1 Will I the world reprove ; 
 
 4 Altars, and rites, and forms are vain, 
 
 * Without the fire of love. 
 
 3 * And what have hypocrites to do 
 
 1 To bring their facrifice ? 
 
 4 They call my flatutes jult and true, 
 e But deal in theft and lies. 
 
125 
 
 PSALM L, 
 
 4 « Could you expect to ’fcape my fight, 
 
 « And fin without controul? 
 
 ♦ But I fhall bring your crimes to light, 
 
 * With anguifh in your foul/ 
 
 5 Confider ye, that flight the Lord, 
 
 Before his wrath appear, 
 
 If once you fall beneath his fword. 
 
 There’s no deliv’rer there. 
 
 PSALM 50, l. m.' 
 
 1 'T'HE Lord, the judge, hischurches warns, 
 Let hypocrites attend and fear, 
 
 Who place their hope in rites and forms. 
 But make not faith nor love their care. 
 
 ‘2 Vile wretches dare rehearfe his name. 
 With lips of falsehood and deceit: 
 
 A friend or brother they defame, 
 
 And footh and flatter thofe they hate. 
 
 3 They watch to do their neighbors wrong, 
 Yet dare to leek their Maker’s face ; 
 
 They take his cov’nant on their tongue. 
 But break his laws, abufe his grace. 
 
 4 To heav’n they lift their hands unclean, 
 Defil’d with luft, defil’d with blood; 
 
 By night they pra&ife ev'ry fin, 
 
 By day their mouths draw near to God* 
 
lgr» PSALM L. 
 
 5 And while his judgments long delay, 
 They grow fecure, and fin the more; 
 They think he fleep? as well as rhey, 
 And pu: far off the dreadful hour. 
 
 6 O dreadful hour! when God draws near, 
 And lets their crimes before their eyes! 
 His wrath their guilty fouls fhall tear, 
 And no deliv’rer dare to rife. 
 
 PSALM 60. I’o a new tune. 
 
 I Lord, the fov’reign, fends his fum 
 
 ■*- mons for h, 
 
 Calls the fouth nations, & awakes the north, 
 From eait to welt the founding orderslpread, 
 TJvro* diflant worlds &. regions of the dead! 
 No more (hall a'.heiils mock his long delay:| 
 H is vengeance fleeps no more: behold th 
 day ! 
 
 £ Behold! the judge defcends; hisguardsar 
 nigh ! 
 
 Tempeil and nre attend him down the Iky 
 Heav’n, earth, and hell draw near; let all 
 things come, 
 
 To hear his juitice, and the finner’s doom: 
 * But gather tirft my faints/ (the judge com 
 4 mands) 
 
 ‘Bring them, ye angels, from their diflan 
 ‘ lands. 
 
PSALM L. m 
 
 3 1 Behold ! my cov’nant hands for ever good, 
 4 Seal’d by tlT eternal facrifice m blood, * 
 4 And fign’d with all their names ; 'the 
 4 Greek, the Jew, 
 
 4 That paid the ancient worfhip or the new, 
 4 There’s no diitin&ion here; come, fipread 
 4 their thrones, 
 
 * And near me feat my fav’rites and my 
 4 fons. 
 
 1 ‘ I, their almighty Saviour, and their God,' 
 ‘I am their judge : ye heav’ns proclaim 
 ‘abroad 
 
 4 My jutl eternal fentence, and declare 
 4 Thoie awful truths that finners dread to 
 4 hear; 
 
 4 Sinners in 2iori, tremble and retire, 
 
 4 1 doom the painted hypocrite to fire* 
 
 i 1 Not for the want of goats or bullocks flam, 
 
 4 Do I condemn thee : bulls and goats are 
 4 vain, 
 
 4 Without the flames of love ; in vain the 
 4 itore 
 
 4 Of brutal ofi Tings, that were mine before^ 
 
 4 Mine are the tamer beafts & favage breed, 
 
 1 Flocks, herds, and fields, and foreiis where 
 4 they feed. 
 
nn 
 
 PSALM L. 
 
 6 4 If T were hungry, would I afk thee food? 
 
 * When did I ihirit, or drink thy bullock's; 
 
 4 blood ? 
 
 * Can l be flatter'd with thy cringing bows 
 « Thv folemn chat'rings and fan*attic vows 
 •Are my eyes charm'd thy veitments to 
 
 4 behold, 
 
 • Glaring in gems and gay in woven gold 1 
 
 y 4 Unthinking wretch ! how couldft thou 
 4 hope to pleaie 
 
 • A God, a fpirit, with fuch toys as thefe! 
 
 ! While with my grace and itatu es on thj 
 
 4 tongue, 
 
 « Thou lov’d deceit, and deft thy brother 
 
 • wrong! 
 
 • In vain to pious forms thy zeal pretends 
 «Thieves and adulterers are thy choiei 
 
 4 friends. 
 
 I 4 Silent I waited with long-fufPring love 
 
 • But didil thou hope that I fnould nt’ei 
 
 4 reprove ? 
 
 • And cherifti fuch an impious thought 
 
 • within, 
 
 « That God the righteous, would indulge thy 
 
 • fin } 
 
 4 Behold my terrors now ; my thunders roll 
 4 And thy own crimes affright thy guilty fou*. 
 
PSALM L. .129 
 
 9 Sinners, awake betimes ! ye fools be wife » 
 Awake before this dreadful morning rife ! 
 Change your vain thoughts, your crooked 
 works amend ; 
 
 Fly to the Saviour, make the judge your 
 friend ; 
 
 Led, like a lion, his laft vengeance tear 
 Your trembling fouls, and no deliverer near. 
 
 PSALM 50. To the old proper tune. 
 
 1 rpHE God of glory fends his fummons 
 
 forth, 
 
 Calls the fouth nations, and awakes the 
 north : 
 
 From eaft to weft the fov’reign orders 
 ipread, 
 
 Thro’ diftant worlds and regions of the 
 dead. 
 
 The trumpet founds; hell trembles ; heav'n 
 rejoices; 
 
 Lift up your heads, ye faints, with cheerful 
 voices. 
 
 2 No more {hall atheifts mock his long de~ 
 
 lay; 
 
 His vengeance deeps no more : behold the 
 
 day ! 
 
 I 
 
130 PSALM L. 
 
 Behold! the judge defcends ; his guards art 
 nigh ; 
 
 Tempeits and lire attend him down the Iky 
 When God appears all nature {hall adore him 
 While Tinners tremble faints rejoice befon 
 him. 
 
 3 ‘ Heav’n, earth, and hell draw near: letali 
 
 * things come, 
 
 * To hear my juilice, and the {inner’s doom; 
 
 * But gather firft my faints, (the judge com- 
 
 4 mauds) 
 
 * Bring them, ye angels, from their diftant 
 
 4 lands.* 
 
 When Chrift returns, wake ev’ry cheerful 
 paflion ; 
 
 And (bout, ye faints, he comes for your fal 
 vat ion. 
 
 4 4 Behold! my cov’nant {lands forever good! 
 
 * Seal’d by th* eternal facrififcgjn blood, 
 
 ‘ And fign’d with ali their names j th 
 4 Greek, the Jew ! 
 
 * That paid the ancient worftiip or the new.’ 
 There’s no diftiinStion here ; join all your 
 
 voices, 
 
 And raife your heads, ye faints, for heav’r 
 rejoices. 
 
PSALM L. 131 
 
 5 < Here (faith the Lord) ye angels, fpread 
 < their thrones, 
 
 4 And near me feat my favTites and my 
 4 fons. 
 
 < Come, my redeem’d, polfefs the joys pre- 
 
 * par’d 
 
 t E r e time began ; ’tis your divine reward.* 
 When Chrift returns, wake ev’ry cheerful 
 paffion ; 
 
 And fhout, ye faints, he comes for your fal- 
 vation. 
 
 PAUSE i. 
 
 5 ‘ I am the Saviour, I tli’ almighty God : 
 
 * I am the judge: ye heav’ns proclaim abroad 
 
 * My juft eternal fentence, and declare 
 
 ‘ * Thole awful truths, that finners dread to 
 ‘ hear.’ 
 
 A r hen God appears, all nature fli all adore him; 
 While finners tremble, faints rejoice before 
 him. 
 
 i 4 Stand forth, thou bold blafphemer, and 
 
 * profane, 
 
 4 Now feel my wrath, nor call my threat- 
 
 * nings vain: 
 
 ' Thou hypocrite, once drefs’d in faints 
 
 * attire, 
 
 ‘I doom the painted hypocrite to fire.* 
 
13} PSALM L. 
 
 J udgment proceeds; hell trembles; heav’n? 
 joices ,• 
 
 Lift up your heads, ye faints, with cheer: 
 voices. 
 
 B 4 Not for the want of goats or bullocks fla 
 
 * Do I condemn thee j bulls and goats a 
 ‘ vain 
 
 « Without the fames of love : in vaint! 
 4 itore 
 
 ‘ Of brutal off’rings that were mine befor 
 
 Earth is the Lord’s all nature {hall adore hit 
 
 While tinners tremble, faints rejoice befc 
 him. 
 
 9 ‘ If I were hungry would I afk thee food 
 « When did I third or drink thy bulloo 
 4 blood ? 
 
 4 Mine are the tamer beads and fav; 
 ‘breed, , 
 
 4 Flecks, herds, and fields, and foreds wh 
 4 they fee-d,’ 
 
 All is the Lord’s ; he rules the wide creatic 
 Gives tinners vengeance, and the taints ! 
 vat ion. 
 
 i 0 4 Can I be flatter’d with thy cringing bo 
 ‘Thy folemn chatt’vings and fanta 
 * 4 vows l 
 
PSALM L. 133 
 
 •* v T 
 
 ^ * 
 
 <Are m> T eyes charm'd thy veftments to 
 behold, , . f 
 
 < Glaring in gems, and gay in woven gold V 
 rod is the judge of hearts, no fair difgmfes 
 Jan icreen the guilty when his vengeance 
 riles. 
 
 PAUSE It; 
 
 1‘Unthinking wretch! how couldft thou 
 ‘ hope to pleafe 
 
 ‘A God, a fpirit with fuch toys as thefe ? 
 
 ‘While with my grace and ftatutes on thy 
 ‘ tongue, 
 
 ‘Thoulov’it deceit, and do ft thy brother 
 ‘ wrong. 5 
 
 udgment proceeds ; hell trembles ; heav’n re¬ 
 joices ; 
 
 ift up your heads, ye faints, with cheerful 
 voices. 
 
 I ‘ In vain to pious forms thy zeal pretends ? 
 
 ‘Thieves and adult’rers are thy chofcn 
 1 ‘ friends; 
 
 ‘While the falfe flatt’rer at my altar waits, 
 
 ‘ His harden’d foul divine initriuftionhates.* 
 >od is the judge of hearts, no fair difguifes 
 ✓an fcreen the guilty when his vengeance 
 rifes. 
 
I 
 
 l3 t PSALM L. 
 
 13 * Silent I waited with long-fuffVmg lovij 
 
 • But didft thou hope that 1 (liould ne’er r 
 
 ‘ prove ? 
 
 < And cheriPn fuch an impious thougl 
 ‘within, 
 
 ‘ That the All-Holy would indulge thy fin 1 
 See, God appears: all nations join t ? ador. 
 him : 
 
 Judgment proceeds / and finners fall befoit 
 him. 
 
 14 ‘ Behold my terrors now ; my thunders roll 
 
 * And thy own crimes allright thy guilt 
 
 ‘ foul; 
 
 « Now like a lion {hall my vengeance tea 
 ‘ Thy bleeding heart, and no deliv’rer neai 
 Judgment concludes: hell trembles: heav’nr 
 joices : 
 
 Lift up your heads, ye taints, with cheerl 
 voices. 
 
 EPIPHONEMA. 
 
 * Sinners awake betimes ; ye fools be w il 
 « Awal^ before this dreadful morning til' 
 
 • Change your vain thoughts, your crook' 
 
 ‘ works amend, 
 
 < Fly to the Saviour, make the judge 
 ‘ friend.* 
 
PSALM LI. 135 
 
 Then join, ye faints, wake ev’ry cheerful 
 paflion: 
 
 When Chrilt returns, he comes for your fal- 
 vation. 
 
 PSALM 51, Part I, l m. 
 
 1 CHEW pity, Lord! O Lord, forgive! i 
 ^ Let a repenting rebel live : 
 
 Are not thy mercies large and free ? 
 
 May not a finner trull in thee ? 
 
 2 My crimes are great, but don’t furpafj 
 The pow’r and glory of thy grace : 
 
 Great God! thy nature hath no bound, 
 S#let thy pard’ning love be found. 
 
 3 O walh my foul from ev’ry fin, 
 
 And make my guilty confcience clean: 
 Here on my heart the burden .lies, 
 
 And pad offences pain my eyes. 
 
 4 My lips with fhame my fins confefs, 
 Againft thy law, againft thy grace: 
 
 Lord, fiiould thy judgment grow fevere, 
 
 1 am condemn’d, but thou art clear. 
 
 5 Should fudden vengeance feize my breath* 
 I mull pronounce thee juft in death ; 
 
 And if my foul were fent to hell, 
 
 Thy righteous law approves it well. 
 
136 PSALM LI. 
 
 6 Yet fave a trembling firmer, Lord, 
 
 Whole hope, {fill liov’ring round thy word, 
 Would light on iome fweet promife there, 
 Some lure fupport againft defpair. 
 
 PSALM 51, Part 2, l. m. 
 
 1 T ORD, I am vile, conceiv’d in fin, 
 
 And born unholy and unclean; 
 Sprung from the man whole guilty fall, 
 Corrupts the race, and taints us all. 
 
 2 Soon as we draw our infant breath, 
 
 The feeds of fin grow up for death : 
 
 Thy law demands a perfe& heart; 
 
 But we’re defil’d in ev’ry part. • 
 
 3 [Great God create my heart anew, 
 
 And form my fpirit pure and true: 
 
 O make me wife betimes, to fipy 
 My danger and my remedy.] 
 
 4 Behold, I fall before thy face, 
 
 Mv only refuge is thy grace : 
 
 No outward forms can make me clean, 
 The leprofy lies deep within. 
 
 5 No bleeding bird, nor bleeding bead, 
 
 Nor hylTop branch, nor fprinkling priefl. 
 Nor running brook, nor flood, nor fea, 
 Can walh the difmal flain away. 
 
* PSALM LI. 137 
 
 Jefus, my God ! thy blood alone 
 Hath pow’r fuIHcient to atone : 
 
 Thy blood can make me white as fnow ; 
 No Jewifh types could cleanfe me fo. 
 
 While guilt dilturbs and breaks my peace. 
 Nor flelh nor foul hath reit or eafe : 
 
 Lord, let me hear thy pard’ning voice, 
 And make my broken heart rejoice. 
 
 PSALM 51, Part 3, l m. 
 
 /"\ THOU that hear’ft when tinners cry! 
 ^ Tho’ all my crimes before thee lie, 
 Behold them not with angry look. 
 
 But blot their mem’ry from thy book. 
 
 Create my nature pure within, 
 
 And form my foul averfe to fin : 
 
 Let thy good fpirit ne’er depart, 
 
 Nor hide thy prefence from my heart. 
 
 I cannot live without thy light, 
 
 Call out and banilh’d from thy light: 
 
 Thy holy joys, my God, reftore, 
 
 And guard me that I fall no more. 
 
 Pho’ I have griev’d thy fpirit, Lord, 
 
 His help and comfort hill afford : 
 
 And let a wretch come near thy throne* 
 
 To plead the merits of thy Son, 
 
138 , PSALM LL - 
 
 5 A broken heart, mv God, my king, 
 
 Is all the facrifice I bring: 
 
 The God of grace will ne‘er defpife 
 A broken heart for facrifice^ 
 
 6 My foul lies humbled in the dull, 
 
 And owns thy dreadful fentence juft; 
 Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye, 
 And fave the foul condemn'd to die. 
 
 1 Then will I teach the world thy ways : 
 Sinners (hall learn thy fov’reign grace; 
 
 I’ll lead them to my Saviour’s blood, 
 
 And they (hall praile a pard’ning God. 
 
 8 O may thy love infpire my tongue 1 
 Salvation {hall be all my long ! 
 
 And all my pow’rs fhall join to blefs 
 The Lord my ilrength and righteoufnefs. , 
 
 PSALM 51, Part I, c. m j 
 
 1 T ORD, I would fpread my fore diftrefs I 
 
 And guilt before thine eyes: 
 
 Againft thy laws, againll thy grace, 
 
 How high my crimes arife ? 
 
 2 Shouldft thou condemn my foul to hell, 
 
 And crufh my fielli to dull, 
 
 Heav’n would approve thy vengeance well, 
 
 And earth mull own it juft. 
 
139 
 
 PSALM LI. 
 
 3 I from the ftcck of Adam came, 
 
 Unholy and unclean; 
 
 All my original is fhame, 
 
 And all my nature fin. 
 
 4 Born in a world of guilt, I drew 
 
 Contagion with my breath ; 
 
 And as my days advanc’d, I grew 
 A jufter prey for death. 
 
 5 Cleanfe me, O Lord, and cheer my foul 
 
 With thy forgiving love : 
 
 O ! make my broken fpirit whole. 
 
 And bid my pains remove. 
 
 6 Let not thy Spirit quite depart, 
 
 Nor drive me from thy face ; 
 
 Create anew my vicious heart, 
 
 And fill it with thy grace. 
 
 7 Then will I make thy mercy known, 
 
 Before the foil's of men ; 
 
 Backfliders lhall addrefs thy throne. 
 And turn to God again. 
 
 PSALM 51, ver. 14—17, Part 2, c. M, 
 
 1 GOD of mercy ! hear my call, 
 
 My load of guilt remove ; 
 
 Break down this leparating wall. 
 
 That bars me from thy love. 
 
140 PSALM LIII. 
 
 2 Give me the pretence of thy grace, 
 
 Then my rejoicing tongue 
 Shalt fpeak aloud thy righteoufnefs, 
 And make thy praife my fong, 
 
 3 No blood of goats, nor heifers (lain, 
 
 For fin could e’er atone : 
 
 The death of Chrift tliall itill remain 
 Sufficient and alone. 
 
 4 A foul oppreft with fin’s defert, 
 
 My God will ne’er defpife ; 
 
 A humble groan, a broken heart, 
 
 Is our belt facrifice. 
 
 PSALM 53, ver. 4—6, c. m. 
 
 1 A RE all the foes of Sion fools, 
 
 Who thus devour her faints ? 
 
 Do they not know her Saviour rules, 
 And pities her complaints? 
 
 2 They (hall be feiz’d with fad furprile j 
 
 For God’s revenging arm 
 Scatters the bones of them that rif 
 To do his children harm. < 
 
 3 In vain the fons of Satan boaft 
 
 Of armies in array; 
 
 When God hath firlt defpis’d their hofl 
 They fall an eafy prey. 
 
PSALM LV. Hi 
 
 4 0 for a word from Sion’s King, 
 
 Her captives to re ft ore ! 
 
 Jacob with all the tribes fball fing. 
 
 And Judah weep no more. 
 
 PSALM 55, ver. I—8, 16—18, 22, c. M, 
 
 1 f \ GOD, my refuge ! hear my cries* 
 
 ^ Behold my flowing tears ; 
 
 For earth and hell my hurt devife* 
 
 And triumph in my fears. 
 
 2 Their rage is levell’d at my life, 
 
 My foul with guilt they load, 
 
 And fill my thoughts With inward flrife^ 
 To fliake my hope in God. 
 
 3 With inward pain my heart-ftrings founds 
 
 I groan with ev’ry breath; 
 
 Horror and fear befet me round, 
 
 Amongft the fhades of death. 
 
 4 O were I like a feather’d dove, 
 
 And innocence had wings ; 
 
 I’d fly, and make a long remove. 
 
 From all thefe reftlefs things. 
 
 5 Let me to fome wild defart go. 
 
 And find a peaceful home ; 
 
 Where ftorms of malice never blow* 
 Temptations never come. 
 
14 <2 PSALM LV. 
 
 6 Vain hopes, and vain inventions all, 
 
 To ’ic ape the rage of hell! 
 
 The mighty God on whom l call, 
 
 Can fave me here as well. 
 
 PAUSE. 
 
 7 By morning light I’ll feek his face, 
 
 At noon repeat my cry ; , 
 
 The night (hall hear me alk his grace, 
 Nor will he long deny. 
 
 8 God {hall preferve my foul from fear, 
 
 Or fliield me when afraid; 
 
 Ten thoufand angels mull appear, 
 
 If he commands their aid. 
 
 9 I call my burdens on the Lord, 
 
 The Lord fullains them all; 
 
 My courage retts upon his word, 
 
 That faints {hall never fall. 
 
 10 My higheft hopes (hall not be vain; 
 My lips (hall fpread his praife ; 
 While cruel and deceitful men 
 Scarce live out half their days. 
 
 PSALM 55, ver. 15—17, 19, 22, s. m. 
 
 1 T ET fmners take their courfe, 
 
 ^ And choofe the road to death; 
 
PSALM LVI. Hi 
 
 But in the worship of my God 
 I’ll fpend my daily breath. 
 
 2 My thoughts addrefs his throne, 
 
 When morning brings the light; 
 
 1 feek his bleflings ev’ry noon. 
 
 And pay my vows at night. 
 
 3 Thou wilt regard my cries, 
 
 0 my eternal God ! 
 
 While iinners perilh in furprife, 
 
 Beneath thine angry rod. 
 
 4 llecaufe they dwell at eafe, 
 
 And no fad changes feel, 
 
 They neither fear nor truft thy name, 
 
 Nor learn to do thy will. 
 
 5 But I, with all my cares, 
 
 Will lean upon the Lord; 
 
 I'll call my burden on his arm, 
 
 And relt upon his word. 
 
 6 His arm fhall well fuftain 
 
 The children of his love ; 
 
 The ground on which their fafety Hands 
 No earthly pow'r can move. 
 
 PSALM 66, c. m. 
 
 1 THOU! whofe jultice reigns on higli s 
 And makes th* opprelTor ceafe j 
 
j 44 PSALM LVL 
 
 Behold how envious finners try 
 To vex and break my peace. 
 
 2 The fons cf violence and lies 
 
 Join to devour me, Lord ; 
 
 But as my hourly dangers rife, 
 
 My refuge is thy word. 
 
 3 In Grd molt holy, juft, and true, ^ 
 
 I have repos’d my truft ; 
 
 Nor will l.fear what fiefh can do, 
 The offspring of the duft. 
 
 4 They wreft my words to mifchief Hill 
 
 Charge me with unknown faults; 
 Mifchief doth all their counfels fill, 
 And malice all their thoughts. 
 
 5 Shall they efcape without thy frown? 
 
 Mutt their devices ftand ? 
 
 O caft the haughty fmner down, 
 
 And let him know thy hand. 
 
 PAUSE. 
 
 6 God counts the forrows of his faints, 
 
 Their groans affe<ft his ears ; 
 
 Thou haft a book for my complaints, 
 A bottle for my tears. 
 
 7 When to thy throne I raife my cry, 
 
 The wicked fear and flee ; 
 
14? 
 
 PSALM LVII. 
 
 So fwift is prayer to reach the iky, 
 
 So near is God to me. 
 
 S In thee, molt holy, juft and true, 
 
 I have repos'd my trull ; 
 
 Nor will 1 fear what man can do. 
 
 The offspring of the dull. 
 
 9 Thy folemn vows are on me, Lord, 
 
 Thou fhalt receive my praife ; 
 
 I’ll fing, * How faithful is thy word I 
 t How righteous all thy ways !' 
 
 10 Thou haft fecur’d my foul from death, 
 
 0 fet thy pris’ner free, 
 
 That heart and hand, and life and breatk 
 May be employ’d for thee. 
 
 PSALM b 7 , l. m. 
 
 Hide me beneath thy fpreading wings. 
 Till the dark cloud is overblown. 
 
 2 Up to the heav’ns I fend my cry. 
 
 The Lord will my delires perform : 
 
 He fends his angels from the Iky, 
 
 And faves me from the threat’ning ftorm, 
 
 3 Be thou exalted, O my God ! 
 
 Above the heav’ns where angels dwell; 
 
 K 
 
146 PSALM LVIII. 
 
 Thy pow’r on earth be known abroad, 
 And land t > land thy wonders tell. 
 
 4 My heart is fix’d ; my longs fhall raife 
 Xmmortai honors to thy name : 
 
 Awake, my tongue, to found his praife, 
 My tongue, the glory of my frame. 
 
 5 High o’er the earth his mercy reigns, 
 And teaches to the utmoit Iky ; 
 
 His truth to endlefs years remains, 
 When lower worlds dillolve and die. 
 
 6 Be thou exalted, O my God! 
 
 Above the heav’ns where angels dwell; 
 Thy pow’r on earth be known abroad, 
 And land to land thy wonders tell. 
 
 PSALM 58 . As the U 3 tb Psalm. 
 
 1 JUDGES, who rule the world by laws, 
 J Will ye defpife the righteous cauie, 
 
 When th* injur’d poor before you hands 
 Dare ye condemn the righteous poor, 
 And let rich dinners ’icape lecuve, 
 
 While gold & greatnels bribe your hands 
 
 2 Have ye forgot, or never knew, 
 
 That God will judge the judges too? 
 
 High in the heav’ns his juilice reigns; 
 
PSALM LVIII. 147 
 
 Vet you invade the rights of God, 
 
 And fend your bold decrees abroad, 
 
 To bind the confcience in your chains. 
 
 3 A poifon’d arrow is your tongue, 
 
 The arrow {harp, the poifon ftrong, 
 
 And death attends where’er it wounds: 
 You hear no counfels, cries, or tears; 
 
 So the deaf adder Hops her ears 
 Again ft the pow’r of charming founds. 
 
 4 Break out their teeth, eternal God ! 
 
 Thofe teeth of lions dy’d in blood; 
 
 And crufh the ferpents in the duft: 
 
 As empty chaff, when whirlwinds rife, 
 Before the fweeping tempeft flies, 
 
 So let their hopes and names be loft, 
 
 5 Th’ Almighty thunders from the fky, 
 
 Their grandeur melts, their titles die, 
 
 As hills of fnow diflolve and run ; 
 
 Or fnails that perifli in their flime, 
 
 Or births that come before their time, 
 Vain births that never fee the fun. 
 
 6 Thus fhall the vengeance of the Lord, 
 Safety and joy to faints afford : 
 
 And all that hear fhall joy, and fay, 
 
 «Sure there’s a God that rules on high, 
 
 ‘A God that hears his children cry, 
 
 * And will their fuff’rings well repay, 9 
 
j PSALM LX. 
 
 PSALM 60, ver. 1—.*>, 10—12, c. M. 
 
 1 T ORD, ^ ou ca ^ natlon °^' 
 JL Mult we for ever mourn ? 
 
 Wilt thou indulge immortal wrath! 
 Shall mercy ne’er return ? 
 
 « The terror of one frown of thine, 
 
 Melts all our ftrength away > 
 
 Like men that totter, drunk with wine, 
 We tremble in difmay. 
 
 3 Our Zion trembles at thy flroke, 
 
 And dreads thy threading hand; 
 
 O heal the people thou haft broke, 
 Confirm the wav’ring land. 
 
 4 Lift up a banner in the held, 
 
 For thofe that fear thy name j 
 Save thy beloved with thy fhield, 
 
 And put our foes to fhame. 
 
 5 Go with our armies to the fight, 
 
 Like a confed’rate God ; 
 
 In vain confed’rate pow’rs unite 
 Againft thy lifted rod. 
 
 $ Our troops lhall gain a wide renown, 
 By thine aflifting hand : 
 
 ’Tis God that treads the mighty down, 
 And makes the feeble ftaud. 
 
PSALM LXI, LXII. 
 
 PSALM 61, ver. 1—6, s. m. 
 
 W HEN overwhelm’d with grief, 
 My heart within me dies, 
 Helplefs and far from all relief. 
 
 To heav’n I lift mine eyes. 
 
 2 0 lead me to the rock 
 
 That’s high above my head; 
 
 And make the covert of thy wings 
 My fhelter and my {hade. 
 
 3 Within thy prefence, Lord, 
 
 For ever I’ll abide: 
 
 Thou art the tow’r of my defence. 
 The refuge where I hide. 
 
 4 Thou giveft me the lot 
 
 Of thofe that fear thy name ; 
 
 If endlefs life be their reward, 
 
 I {hall poffefs ilie fame. 
 
 PSALM 62, ver. 5—12, l m. 
 
 H9 
 
 1 A/TY fpirit looks to God alone, 
 
 dYi. My rock and refuge is his throne ; 
 In all my fears, in all my ilraits, 
 
 My foul on his falvation waits. 
 
 2 Trull him, ye faints, in all yonr ways, 
 Pour out your hearts before his face : 
 When helpers fail, and foes invade, 
 ©od is our all-fufficient aid. 
 
150 PSALM LXII1. 
 
 3 Falfe are the men of high degree, 
 
 The baler fort are vanity ,* 
 
 Laid in the balance, both appear 
 Light as a puff of empty air. 
 
 4 Make not increafmg gold your trull, 
 
 Nor let your heart on glitt’ring dull: 
 Why will you grafp the fleeting fmoke, 
 And not believe what God has fpoke ? 
 
 5 Once has his awful voice declar’d, 
 
 Once and again my ears have heard, 
 
 « All pow’r is his eternal due: 
 
 * He m ( u 11 be fear’d and milled too/ 
 
 6 For fov’reign pow'r reigns not alone, 
 Grace is a partner of the throne : 
 
 Thy grace and jutlice, mighty Lord! 
 Shall well divide our lall reward. 
 
 PSALM 63, ver. 1,2,3, 1,5, Parti, c.M. 
 
 1 'C' ARLY, my God, without delay, 
 
 ^ 1 halle to leek thy face ; 
 
 My thirfty fpirit faints away 
 Without thy cheering grace. 
 
 2 So pilgrims on the fcorching fand, 
 
 Beneath a burning Iky, 
 
 Long for a cooling ilream at hand, 
 
 And they mull drink or die. 
 
PSALM LXIII. 
 
 3 I’ve feen thy glory and thy pow’r 
 
 Thro* all thy temples diine : 
 
 Mv God, repeat that heav’nly hour. 
 That vifion fo divine ! 
 
 4 Not all the bleflings of a feaft 
 
 Can pleafe my foul fo well, 
 
 As when thy richer grace I tafie. 
 
 And in thy prefence dwell. 
 
 5 Not life itfelf, with all her joys. 
 
 Can my belt paffions move, 
 
 Or raife fo high my cheerful voice, 
 
 As thy forgiving love. 
 
 6 Thus till my lad expiring day 
 
 ITI blefs my God and King: 
 
 Thus will I lift my hands to pray, 
 
 And tune my lips to ling. 
 
 PSALM 63, ver. 6 — i0, Part 2, c. m 
 
 1 'T\V AS in the watches of the night 
 
 I thought upon thy powT; 
 
 I kept thy lovely face in light 
 Amidit the darkedhour. 
 
 2 My fledi lay reding on my bed; 
 
 My foul arofe on high ; 
 
 « My God, my life, my hope/ I fa id, 
 
 * Bring thy falvation nigh.* 
 
3 My fpirit labours up thine hill, 
 
 And climbs the heav’nly road; 
 But thy right hand upholds me ilill, 
 While 1 purfue my God. 
 
 My heart rejoices in thine aid, 
 My tongue awakes and lings. 
 
 5 But the deftroyers of my peace 
 Shall fret and rage in vain : 
 The tempter fhall for ever ceafe, 
 And all my lins be flain. 
 
 And fend them down to dwell 
 In the dark caverns of the earth, 
 
 Or to the deeps of hell. 
 
 PSALM 03, l. m. 
 
 1 /^REAT God indulge my humble claim; 
 Thou art my hope, my joy, my reft; 
 The glories that compofe thy name 
 Stand all engag’d to make me bleft. 
 
 Q Thou great and good, thou juft and wife, 
 Thou art my Father and my God! 
 
 And I am thine by facred ties. 
 
 Thy fon, thy fervant, bought with blood. 
 
PSALM LXIII. 15* 
 
 3 With heart, and eyes, and lifted hands, 
 For thee I long, to thee 1 look; 
 
 As travellers in thirity lands, 
 
 Pant for the cooling water-brook. 
 
 4 With early feet 1 love t* appear 
 Among thy faints, and feek thy face : 
 
 Oft have I feen thy glory there, 
 
 And felt the pow’r of fov'reign grace. 
 
 5 Not fruit nor wines that tempt our tade. 
 Nor all the joys our fenfes know, 
 
 Could make me fo divinely bled. 
 
 Or raife my cheerful paflions fo. 
 
 6 My life itfelf without thy love 
 No taile of pleafure could afford: 
 
 'Twould but a tirefome burden prove, 
 
 If I were banilh’d from the Lord. 
 
 7 Amidft the wakeful hours of night, 
 
 When bufv cares afHi& my head, 
 
 One thought of thee gives new delight, 
 And adds refrefhment to my bed. 
 
 8 1*11 lift my hands, I'll raife my voice, 
 
 While l have breath to pray or praife : 
 This work fhali make my heart rejoice. 
 And fpend the remnant of my days. 
 
15 { PSALM LXIIL 
 
 PSALM 63, s. m. 
 
 1 TV/TY God, permit my tongue 
 lVi This joy, to call thee mine : 
 And let my early cries prevail 
 
 To take thy love divine. 
 
 2 My thirfty fainting foul 
 
 Thy mercy doth implore : 
 
 Not travellers in defart lands 
 Can pant for water more. 
 
 3 Within thy churches, Lord, 
 
 I long to find my place ; 
 
 Thy pow’r and glory to behold, 
 And feel thy quick’ning grace. 
 
 4 For life without thy love 
 
 No relifh can afford : 
 
 No joy can be compar’d with this, 
 To ferve and pleale the Lord. 
 
 5 To thee I’ll lift my hands, 
 
 And praife thee while I live : 
 Not the rich dainties of a feaft 
 Such food or pleaiure give. 
 
 4 In wakeful hours of night 
 1 call my God to mind : 
 
 I think how wife thy counfels are, 
 And all thy dealings kind. 
 
7 
 
 PSALM LXV. 
 
 Since thou haft been my help. 
 
 To thee my fpirit flies, 
 
 And on thy watchful providence 
 My cheerful hope relies. 
 
 8 The ftiadow of thy wings 
 My foul in fafety keeps : 
 
 I follow where my father leads. 
 
 And he fupports my fteps. 
 
 PSALM 65, ver. 1—5, Part !, l. m, 
 
 1 r PHE praife of Sion waits for thee, 
 
 * My God, and praife becomes thy houfe,* 
 There {hall thy faints thy glory fee, 
 
 And there perform their public vows. 
 
 2 0 thou, whofe mercy bends the ikies 
 To fave, when humble finners pray; 
 
 Ail lands to thee (hall lift their eyes, 
 
 And iflands of the northern fea. 
 
 S Againft my will my fins prevail, 
 
 But grace fhall purge away their ftain: 
 The blood of Chrift will never fail 
 To wafh my garments white again. 
 
 4 Bleft is the man whom thou fhalt choofe. 
 And give him kind accefs to thee : 
 
 Give him a place within thy houfe, 
 
 To tafte thy love divinely free. 
 
156 
 
 PSALM LXV. 
 
 PAUSE. 
 
 5 Let Babel fear when Zion prays: 
 
 Babel prepare for long diilrefs, 
 
 When Zion’s God himfelf arrays 
 In terror and in righteoulnefs. 
 
 6 With dreadful glory God fulfils 
 What his affli&td faints requeft; 
 
 And with almighty wrath reveals 
 His love, to give his churches reft. 
 
 7 Then (hall the flocking nations run 
 To Sion’s hill, and own their Lord: 
 
 The rifmg and the fetting fun 
 Shall fee the Saviour’s name ador’d. 
 
 PSALM 65, 5—13, Part 2, l m. 
 
 1 HP HE God of our falvation hears 
 
 A The groans of Sion mix’d with tears 
 Yet when he comes with kind deficits. 
 Thro* all the way his terror Alines. 
 
 2 On him the race of man depends, 
 
 Far as the earth’s remoteft ends, 
 
 Where the Creator’s name is known 
 By nature’s feeble light alone. 
 
 3 Sailors that travel o’er the flood, 
 Addrefs their frighted fouls to God, 
 When tempefts rage and billows roar. 
 At dreadful dilUnc# from th« fliore. 
 
PSALM LXV. 15T 
 
 4 He bids the noify tempefts ceafe. 
 
 He calms the raging crowd to peace. 
 When a tumultuous nation raves, 
 
 Wild as the winds and loud as waves. 1 
 
 5 Whole kingdoms, fhaken by the dorm. 
 He fettles in a peaceful form ; 
 
 Mountains, eftabliih’d by his hand. 
 
 Firm on their old foundation itand. 
 
 6 Behold! his enfigns fweep the (ky. 
 
 New comets blaze and light’nings By; 
 The heathen lands, with fwift lurprife. 
 From the bright horrors turn their eyes. 
 
 7 At his command the morning ray 
 Smiles in the eaft, and leads the day^ 
 
 He guides the fun’s declining wheels 
 Over the tops of weftern hills. 
 
 8 Seafons and times obey his voice; 
 
 The ev’ning and the morn rejoice, 
 
 To fee the earth made foft with fhow’rs, 
 Laden with fruit, and dreft in flow’rs. 
 
 9 *Tis from his wat'ry (lores on high. 
 
 He gives the thirfty ground fupply ; 
 
 He walks upon the clouds, and thence 
 Doth his enriching drops difpenfe. 
 
 10 The defart grows a fruitful field. 
 Abundant food the Tallies yield} 
 
138 PSALM LXV. 
 
 The vallies ftiout with cheerful voice, 
 And neighboring hills repeat their joys. 
 
 11 The paftures fmile in green array, 
 
 There lambs and larger cattle play; 
 
 The larger cattle and the lamb, 
 
 Each in his language fpeaks thy name. 
 
 12 Thy works pronounce thy pow’r divine; 
 O'er ev’ry field thy glories fhine, 
 
 Thro’ ev’ry month thy gifts appear; 
 Great God! thy goodnel's crow ns the year, 
 
 PSALM 65, Part 1, c. m. 
 
 1 pRrVlSE waits in Sion, Lord, for thee, 
 
 There (hall our vows be paid: 
 
 Thou haft an ear when finners pray, 
 
 All flefh (hall feek thine aid. 
 
 2 Lord, our iniquities prevail, 
 
 But pard’ning grace is thine: 
 
 And thou wilt grant us pow’r and Ikill 
 To conquer ev’ry fin. 
 
 3 Bleft are the men whom thou wilt choofe 
 
 To bring them near thy face; 
 
 Give them a dwelling in thine houfe, 
 
 To feaft upon thy grace. 
 
 4 In anfwering what thy church requefls. 
 
 Thy truth and terror fhine ; 
 
PSALM LXV. l59 
 
 And works of dreadful righteoufnefs 
 Fulfil thy kind deiign. 
 
 5 Thus {hall the wond’ring nations fes 
 
 The Lord is good and juft ; 
 
 And diftant iftands fly to thee. 
 
 And make thy name their truft. 
 
 6 They dread thy glitt’ring tokens, Lord, 
 
 When figns in heav'n appear; 
 
 But they fhall learn thy holy word, 
 
 And love as well as fear. 
 
 PSALM 63, Part 2 , c. m. 
 
 1 ,r PlS by thy ftrength the mountains ftand, 
 
 God of eternal pow’r ! 
 
 The fea grows calm at thy command, 
 
 And tempefts ceafe to roar. 
 
 2 The morning light, and ev’ning {hade, 
 
 Succeffive comforts bring; 
 
 Thy plenteous fruits make harveft glad, 
 Thy flow’rs adorn the fpring. 
 
 $ Seafons and times, and moons and hours, 
 Heav’n, earth, and air, are thine; 
 
 When clouds diftill in fruitful fhow’rs. 
 
 The author is divine. 
 
 4 Thofe wand’ring cifterns in the {ky 5 
 Borne by the winds around, 
 
150 PSALM LXV* 
 
 With wat’ry treafures well fupply 
 The furrows of the ground. 
 
 3 The, thirilv ridges drink their fill, 
 
 And raaks of corn apj. ar ; 
 
 Th> ways abound with blefiings dill, 
 Thy gocdnefs crowns the year. 
 
 PSALM 65, Part 3, c m. 
 
 1 OOD is the T ord, the heav’nly King, 
 YX Who makes the earth his care, 
 VifKS the paitures ev’ry fpring, 
 
 And bids the grafs appear. 
 
 2 The clouds, like rivers rais’d on high, 
 
 Pour out, at thy command, 
 
 Their wat’ry blefiings from the Iky, 
 
 To cheer the thirfty land. 
 
 3 The foften’d ridges cf the field 
 
 Permit the corn to fpring; 
 
 The vallies rich provilion yield, 
 
 And the poor lab’rers ling. 
 
 4 The little hills on ev’ry fide, 
 
 Rejoice at falling Ihow’rs ; 
 
 The meadows, dreiVd in all their pride, 
 Perfume the air with flow’rs. 
 
 5 The barren clods, refrefii’d with rain, 
 
 y romife a j oyful cro p; 
 
PSALM LXVL 161 
 
 The parched ground looks green again, 
 And raife the reaper’s hope. 
 
 6 The various months thy goodnefs crowns 5 
 How bounteous are thy ways! 
 The'bleating flocks fpreaci o’er the downs, 
 And fhepherds (hoitf thy praife. 
 
 PSALM 66, Part 1 , c. m. 
 
 1 CING, all ye nutions, to the Lord, 
 
 ^ Sing with a joyful n.oife ; .. , • 
 
 With melody of found record. 
 
 His honors, and your jd/sY 
 
 2 Say to the pow*r that fhakes the fky, 
 
 4 How terrible art thou ! 
 
 4 Sinners before thy prefence fly, 
 
 4 Or at thy feet they bow.* 
 
 3 [Come, fee the wonders of oiir God, 
 
 How glorious are thy ways ! 
 
 In Mofes* hand he puts his rod. 
 
 And cleaves the frighted feas. 
 
 4 . He makes the ebbing channel dry. 
 While Ifr’el pafs’d. the flood; 
 
 There did the church begin their joy, 
 And triumph in their God.] 
 
 5 He rules by his refiftlefs might; 
 
 Will rebel mortals darn 
 
 h 
 
PSALM LXVI., 
 
 Provoke th’ Eternal to the fight, 
 
 And tempt that dreadful war ? 
 
 6 O blefs our God, and never ceafe, 
 
 Ye faints fulfil his praife ; 
 
 He keeps our life, maintains our peace, 
 And guides our doubtful ways. 
 
 1 Lord, thou haft prov’d our fuff’ring fouls, 
 To make our graces fkine; 
 
 So filver bears the burning coals, 
 
 TW: nje^tal to refine. 
 
 8 Thro* wat'ry '-i^eps and fier > r wa ^ s 
 We march at tliy command, 
 
 Led to poffefs the promis’d place 
 By thine unerring hand. 
 
 PSALM 66, ver. 13—20, Part 2, c. M. 
 
 1 XTOW fliall my folemn vows be paid 
 
 To that almighty pow’r, 
 
 That heard the long requefts I made 
 In my diftrelsful hour. 
 
 2 My lips.and cheerful heart prepare 
 
 To make his mercies known; 
 
 Come, ye.that fear my God, and hear 
 The wonders he has done. 
 
 3 When on my head huge forrows fell* 
 
 I fought his heav’nly aid ; 
 
PSALM LXVII. 163 
 
 He fav’d my finking foul from hell. 
 
 And death’s eternal {hade. 
 
 4 If fin lay cover’d in my heart, 
 
 While pray’r employ’d my tongue, 
 
 The Lord had fhewn me no regard, 
 
 Nor I his praifes fung. 
 
 5 But God (his name be ever bleft !) 
 
 Hath fet my fpirit free, 
 
 Nor turn’d from him my poor requeft, 
 
 Nor turn’d his heart from me. 
 
 PSALM 67, c. m. 
 
 1 CHINE, mighty God! on Zion {hine, 
 
 ^ With beams of heav’nlv grace : 
 
 Reveal thy pow’r through all our coafts, 
 
 And {hew thy finding face. 
 
 2 [Amidft our land, exalted high, 
 
 Do thou our glory Rand; 
 
 And like a wall of guardian fire, 
 
 Surround the fav’rite land,] 
 
 3 When {hall thy name from {hore.to fhore, 
 
 Sound all the earth abroad; 
 
 And diftant nations know and love, 
 
 Their Saviour and their God? 
 
 4 Sing to the Lord, ye diftant lands, 
 
 Sing loud with folemn voice ; 
 
164 PSALM LXVIII. 
 
 Let ev’ry tongue exalt his praife, 
 
 And ev’ry heart rejoice. 
 
 5 He, the great Lord, the fov’reign judge 
 
 That fits enthron’d above, 
 
 Wifely commands the world he made, 
 
 In juitice and in love. 
 
 6 Earth (hall obey her Maker’s will, 
 
 And yield a full increafe; 
 
 Quy God will crown his choten land 
 With fruitfulnefs and peace. 
 
 7 God the Redeemer fcatters round 
 
 His choiceil favors here; 
 
 While the creation’s utmoil bound 
 Shall fee, adore, and fear. 
 
 PSALM 68, ver. i —6, 33—35, 
 
 Part l, l» m. 
 
 1 T ET Gcd arile in all his might, 
 
 •L' And put the troops of hell to flight, 
 As fmoke, that fought to cloud the ikies, 
 Before the riling tempelt flies. 
 
 2 [He comes array’d in burning flames; 
 Juifice and vengeance are Ins names: 
 Behold, his fainting foes expire, 
 
 Like melting wax before the Are ] 
 
 3 He rides and thunders thro the iky. 
 His name Jehovah founds on high: 
 
PSALM LXVIII. 165 
 
 Sing to his name, ye foils of grace; 
 
 Ye faints rejoice before his face. 
 
 4 The widow and the fatherlefs. 
 
 Fly to his aid in (harp diftrefs ; 
 
 In him the poor avid helplefs find, 
 
 A judge that’s juft, a father kind. 
 
 5 He breaks the captive’s heavy chain, 
 
 And pris’nevs fee the light again ; 
 
 But rebels that difpute his will, 
 
 Shall dwell in chains and darknefs ft ill. 
 
 PAUSE. 
 
 C Kingdoms and thrones to God belong; 
 Crown him. ye nations, in yourfong: 
 jHis wond’rous names and pow’rs rehearfe; 
 His honors (hall enrich your verfe. 
 
 7 He (hakes the heav’ns with loud alarms, 
 How terrible is God in arms! 
 
 In Ifr’el are his mercies known, 
 
 Ifr’el is his peculiar throne. 
 
 8 Proclaim him king, pronounce him bled, 
 He’s your defence, your joy, your reft ; 
 ■When terrors rife, and nations faint, 
 
 God is the ftrength of ev’ry faint. 
 
 PSALM 68, ver. 17, 18, Part 2, l. m. 
 
 1 T ORD, when thou didft a fend on high, 
 ^ Ten thoufand angels fill’d the fky : 
 
166 PSALM LXVIII. 
 
 Thofe heav’nly guards around thee wait, 
 Like chariots that attend thy ftate. 
 
 2 Not Sinai’s mountain could appear 
 More glorious, when the Lord was there; . 
 While he pronounc’d his dreadful law, 
 And ilruck the chofen tribes with awe. 
 
 3 How bright the triumph none can tell, 
 When the rebellious pow’rs of hell, 
 
 That thoufand fouls had captives made, 
 Were all in chains like captives led. 
 
 4 Rais’d by his Father to the throne, 
 
 He lent the promis’d Spirit down, 
 
 With gifts and grace for rebel men. 
 That God might dwell on earth again. 
 
 PSALM 68, ver. \% 9, 20—22, 
 Part 3, L. m. 
 
 Who pours his bleflings from the Ikies, 
 And loads our days with rich fupplies. 
 
 2 He fends the fun his circuit round, 
 
 . To cheer the fruits, to warm the ground; 
 He bids the clouds with plenteous rain, 
 Refrefh the tliirfty earth again. 
 
 3 ’Tis to his care we owe our breath, 
 
 And all our near efcapes from death: 
 
PSALM LXIX. 167 
 
 Safety and health to God belong, 
 
 He heals the weak, and guards the flrong. 
 
 4 He makes the faint and finner prove 
 The common bleffings of his love ; 
 
 But the wide difference that remains, 
 
 Is endlefs joy, or endlefs pains. 
 
 5 The Lord, that bruis’d the ferpent’s head, 
 On all the ferpent’s feed fliall tread; 
 
 The flubborn finner’s hope confound, 
 
 And fmite him with a lafting wound. 
 
 6 But his right hand his faints (hall raife, 
 From the deep earth or deeper feas ; 
 
 And bring them to his courts above, 
 There (hall they tafle his fpecial love. 
 
 PSALM 69, ver. 1 —14, Part 1, c. m. 
 
 1 * q AVE me, O God, the fwelling floods 
 
 ^ ‘ Break in upon my foul; 
 
 «1 fink, and forrovvs o’er my head, 
 
 * Like mighty waters roll. 
 
 2 ‘ I cry till all my voice be gone; 
 
 4 In tears I wafte the day : 
 
 4 My God, behold my longing eyes, 
 
 4 And fliorten thy delay. 
 
 3 4 They hate mv foul without a eaufs-, 
 
 4 And iliil their number grow s ; 
 
JG8 PSALM LXIX. 
 
 4 More than the hairs around my head, 
 
 4 And mighty are my foes. 
 
 4 4 ’Twas then I paid that dreadful debt, 
 
 4 That men could never pay, 
 
 * And gave thofe honors to thy law, 
 
 4 Which Tinners took away.* 
 
 5 Thus in the great Mefliah’s name 
 
 The royal prophet mourns ; 
 
 Thus he awakes our heart to grief, 
 
 And gives us joy by turns. 
 
 6 4 Now fha!l the faints rejoice, and find 
 
 4 Salvation in my name, 
 
 * For 1 have borne their heavy load 
 
 4 Of forrow, pain, and (hame. 
 
 *7 4 Grief, like a garment, cloth’d me round, 
 4 And fackcloth was my drefs, 
 
 4 While I procur’d for naked fouls 
 4 A robe of righteoufnefs. 
 
 8 4 Amongft my brethern and the Jews 
 
 4 I like a flranger Hood, 
 
 * And bore their vile reproach, to bring 
 
 * The Gentiles near to God. 
 
 9 4 1 came in fin fill mortals* Head, 
 
 4 To do my Father’s will ; 
 f Yet when I cleans’d my Father’s houfe, 
 
 * They fcandaliz’d my zeal. 
 
PSALM LXIX. 169 
 
 10 * My fading, and my holy groans, 
 i Were made the drunkard’s long; 
 
 ‘But God, from his celeitial throne, 
 
 * Heard my complaining tongue. 
 
 H ‘He fav’d me from the dreadful deep, 
 
 < Nor let my foul be drow -*d ; 
 
 ‘He rais'd and fix’d my finking feet, 
 
 • On well edabliftdd ground.' 
 
 12 ‘ ’Twas in a mod accepted hour, 
 
 ‘ My pray’r arofe on high ; 
 
 ‘ And for my fake my God {hall hear 
 « The dying Tinner’s cry.* 
 
 PSALM 69, ver 1 4—2 i, 26, 29, 32, 
 
 Part 2, c. m. 
 
 J VTOW let our lips with holy fear 
 ^ And mournful pleafure fing, 
 
 The fuff’rings of our great high pried, 
 The forrows of our king. 
 
 2 He finks in floods of deep didrefs; 
 
 How high the waters rife ! 
 
 While to his heav’nlv Father’s ear. 
 
 He fends perpetual cries. 
 
 3 ‘ Hear me, O Lord, and fave thy Son, 
 
 4 Nor hide thy fliining face ; 
 
 ‘Why fhould thy fav’rite look like one 
 4 Forfaken of thy grace. 
 
l -}0 PSALM LXlk. . 
 
 4 < With rage they perfecute the man 
 
 < That groans beneath thy wound, 
 
 « While for a facrifice I pour 
 4 My life upon the ground. 
 
 5 * They tread my honor to the dull, 
 
 4 And laugh when I complain ; 
 
 « Their (harp infulting Danders add 
 4 Frefh anguifh to my pain. 
 
 6 4 All my reproach is known to thee, 
 
 4 The fcandal and the fhame ; 
 
 * Reproach has broke my bleeding heart, 
 
 4 And lies defil’d my name. 
 
 7 ‘ I look’d for pity, but in vain; 
 
 4 My kindred are my grief: 
 
 * I afk my friends for comfort round, 
 
 4 But meet with no relief. 
 
 8 ‘ With vinegar they mock my third; 
 
 4 They give me gall for food: 
 
 4 And, fporting with my dying groans, 
 4 They triumph in my blood. 
 
 9 4 Shine into my diftreffed foul, 
 
 4 Let thy companion fave; 
 
 * And tho’ my flefh fink down to dud, 
 
 4 Redeem it from the grave. 
 
 10 * I (hall arife to praife thy name, 
 
 4 Shall reign in worlds unknown; 
 
PSALM LXIX. 
 
 ni 
 
 (And thy falvation, O my God, 
 i Shall feat me on thy throne/ 
 
 PSALM 69, Part3, c. m. 
 
 1 T? AT HER, I ling thy wond’rous grace, 
 
 P I blefs my Saviour’s name ; 
 
 He bought falvation for the poor, 
 
 And bore the finner’s fhame. 
 
 2 His deep diftrefs hath rais’d us high, 
 
 His duty and his zeal 
 Fulfil’d the law which mortals broke, 
 And finilh’d all thy will. 
 
 3 His dying groans, his living fongs, 
 
 Shall better pleafe my God, 
 
 Than harp or trumpet’s folemn found, 
 Than goat’s or bullock’s blood. 
 
 4 This (hall his humble followers fee. 
 
 And fet their hearts at reft ; 
 
 They by his death draw near to thee, 
 And live for ever bleft. 
 
 5 Let heav’n, and all that dwell on high. 
 
 To God their voices raife ; 
 
 While lands and feas affift the Iky, 
 
 And join t’ advance the praile. 
 
 8 Zion is thine, moll holy God ; 
 
 Thy Son (hall blefs her gates, 
 
17$ PSALM LX1X. 
 
 And glory purchas’d by his blood, 
 For thy own lfr’el waits. 
 
 PSALM 69, Part l, l m. 
 
 1 *pvEEP in our hearts let us record, 
 The deeper forrows of our Lord; 
 Behold! the rifing billows roll, 
 
 To overwhelm his holy foul 
 
 2 In long complaints he fpends his breath, 
 While hofts of hell, and pow’rs of death, 
 And all the Ions of malice join,/ 
 
 To execute their curs’d delign. 
 
 3 Yet, gracious God, thy pow’r and love, 
 Has made the curfe a bleffmg prove; 
 Thofe dreadful fuff’rings of thy Son, 
 Aton’d for fins which we had done. 
 
 4 The pangs of our expiring Lord, 
 
 The honors of thy law rellor’d; 
 
 His forrows made thy juftice known, 
 And paid for follies not his own. 
 
 5 O ! for his fake our guilt forgive, 
 
 And let the mourning finner live; 
 
 The Lord will hear us in his name, 
 Nor fhall our hope be turn’d to (liame. 
 
 PSALM 69, ver. 7, &c. Part $, l. m. 
 1 ’TWAS for thy fake, eternal God, 
 
 1 Thy Son fuflain’d that heavy load 
 
PSALM LXIX. 173 
 
 Of bafe reproach and fore difgrace, 
 
 And ftiame defil’d his fiacred face. 
 
 g The Jews, his brethren and his kin, 
 
 Abus’d the man that check’d their fin: 
 While he fulfill’d thy holy laws, 
 
 They hate him, but without a caufe. 
 
 3 [< My Father’s houfe (faid he) was made, 
 
 * A place for worihip, not for trade;’ 
 
 Then featuring all their gold and brafs, 
 
 He fcourg’d the merchants from the place. 
 
 ^ Zeal for the temple of his God, 
 
 Confum'd his life, expos’d his blood: 
 Reproaches at thy glory thrown, 
 
 He felt, and mourn’d them as his own.] 
 
 5 [His friends fprfook, his followers fled. 
 While foes and arms furround his head; 
 They curfe him with a fland’rous tongue, 
 And the falfe judge maintains the wrong.] 
 
 j His life they load with hateful lies, 
 
 And charge his lips with blafphemies t 
 They nail him to the fhameful tree; 
 
 There hung the man that dy’d for me. 
 
 1 [Wretches, with hearts as hard as ftones* 
 lnfult his piety and groans; 
 
 Gall was the food they gave him there, 
 Aud mock his third with vinegar.} 
 
m PSALM LXXI. 
 
 8 But God beheld, and from his throne, 
 Marks out the men that hate his Son; 
 The hand that rais’d him from the dead, 
 Shall pour due vengeance on their head. 
 
 PSALM 71, ver, 5—9, Part 1, c. m. 
 
 Thy hands have held my childhood up, 
 And ftrengthen’d all my youth. 
 
 2 * My flefh was fafhion’d by thy pow’r, 
 With all thefe limbs of mine : 
 And : from my mother’s painful hour. 
 I’ve been entirely thine. 
 
 3 Still has my life new wonders feen, 
 
 Repeated every year: 
 
 Behold, my days that yet remain, 
 
 I truft them to thy care. 
 
 4 Call me not off when ftrength declines, 
 
 When hoary hairs arife; 
 
 And round me let thy glory {bine, 
 Whene’er thy fervant dies. 
 
 $ Then in the hift’ry of my age, 
 
 When men review my days, 
 
 They’ll read thy love in ev’ry page, 
 
 In ev’ry line thy praifc. 
 
PSALM LXXI. 17 S 
 
 PSALM 7*> ver - l5 ’ 1+ ’ 16 ’ 23 ’ 22 ’ 2i * 
 
 Part 2, c. m. 
 
 I i\/TY Saviour, my almighty friend, 
 
 J.V1 When 1 begin thy praife, 
 
 Where will the growing numbers end, 
 
 The numbers of thy grace. 
 
 f) Th ou art my everlafling truft, 
 
 Thy goodnefs I adore; 
 
 And fince I knew thy graces firft, 
 
 I fpeak thy glories more. 
 
 5 My feet ihall travel all the length 
 Of the celeftial road, 
 
 And march with courage in thy flrength, 
 To fee my Father God. 
 
 4 When I am fill’d with fore diftrefs 
 
 For fome furprifing fin. 
 
 I’ll plead 'thy perfed righteoufnefs, 
 
 And mention none but thine. 
 
 5 How will my lips rejoice to tell 
 
 The vid’ries of my King ! 
 
 My foul, redeem’d from fin and hell. 
 
 Shall thy falvation fing. 
 
 6 [My tongue (hall all the day proclaim 
 
 My Saviour and my God; 
 
 His death hath brought my foes to fhamc, 
 And drown’d them in his blood. 
 
176 PSALM LXXI. 
 
 * A . , - .*• , * ' v ' ' , v 7 -*•: * " 
 
 7 Awake, awake, my tuneful pow’rs; 
 With this delightful fong 
 I’ll entertain the darkeit hours, 
 
 Nor think the fealdn long.] 
 
 PSALM 71, ver ;7—21, Part 3, c m. 
 
 1 OD of my childhood and my youth, 
 
 The guide of all my days, 
 
 I have declar'd thy heav’nly truth, 
 
 And told thy wond’rous ways. 
 
 2 Wilt thou forfake my hoary hairs, 
 
 And leave my fainting heart ? 
 
 Who (hall fuitain my finking years, 
 
 If God my ftrength depart ? 
 
 3 Let me thy pow’r and truth proclaim, 
 
 To the furviving age; 
 
 And leave a favour of thy name, 
 When I (hall quit the ilage. 
 
 4 The land of filence and of death, 
 
 Attends my next remove; 
 
 O! may thefe poor remains of breath, 
 Teach the wide world thy love. 
 pause. 
 
 5 Thy righteoufnefs is deep and high, 
 
 Unfearchable thy deeds; 
 
 Thy glory fpreads beyond the (ky, 
 
 And all my praife exceeds. 
 
PSALM LXXXI. 175 
 
 6 Oft hive I heard thy threat* nings roar. 
 
 And oft endur’d the grief; 
 
 But when thy hand hath preft me lore, 
 
 Thy grace was my relief. 
 
 7 By long experience have I known. 
 
 Thy fov’reign povv’r to lave ; 
 
 At thy command 1 venture down 
 Securely to the grave. 
 
 8 When I lie bury’d deep in dud, 
 
 My flelh fhall be thy care; 
 
 Thefe withering limbs with thee I truft, 
 To raife them itrong and fair. 
 
 PSALM 52, Part 1, l. m. 
 
 1 ORE AT God, whofe univerlal fway. 
 
 The kno wn and unknown worlds obey 
 Now give the kingdom to thy Son, 
 
 Extend his power, exalt his throne. 
 
 2 Thy fceptre well becomes his hands, 
 
 All heaven fubmits to his commands; 
 
 His jultice (hall avenge the poor, 
 
 And pride and rage prevail no more. 
 
 3 With power he vindicates the juft. 
 
 And treads the oppreflbr in the dud; 
 
 His wordiip and his fear (hall lad, 
 
 Till hours, and years, and time be pad. 
 
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#6 PSALM LXXII. 
 
 4 As rain- on meadows newly mown, 
 
 So 'ilia.il' be fend bis influence down? 
 
 His grace on fainting fouls diilills, 
 
 Like heav’nly dew on thirlly hills. 
 
 5 The heathen lands that lie beneath 
 The ihades of overfpreadiug death, 
 Revives at his hrli dawning light, 
 
 And defarts bloffom at the light. 
 
 6 The faints (hall flour ifh in his days, 
 Drefl in the robes of joy and praife? 
 Reace, like a river, from bis throne 
 Shall flow tp nations yet. unknown. 
 
 PSALM 72, Part 2, l. m. 
 
 1 TESUS fhall reign where’er the fun 
 ** Does his fucceflive journies run; 
 
 His kingdom flretch from (hove to fliore, 
 Till moons fhall wax and wane no more. 
 
 2 [Behold! the iflands with their kings, 
 And Europe her bell tribute brings: 
 From north to fouth the princes meet, 
 To pay their homage at his feet. 
 
 3 There Perha, glorious to behold, 
 
 There India (bines in eaflern gold; 
 And barbarous nations at his word 
 Submit; and bow, and own their Lord ] 
 
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 4 For him Hi all endl'efs prav’r be made, 
 
 And praifes throng to crown his head ; 
 His name, like fvveet perfume, {hall rife 
 With ev’ry morning l'acritice. 
 
 5 People and realms of ev’ry tongue, 
 
 Dwell on his love with fweeteft fong ; 
 And infant voices fhall proclaim 
 Their early bleffings on his name. 
 
 6 Bleffings abound where’er he reigns ; 
 
 The pris’ner leaps to lole his chains, 
 
 The weary find eternal reft, 
 
 And all the fons of want are bieft. 
 
 7 [Where he clifplays his healing pow’r, 
 Death and the curfe are known no more; 
 In him the tribes of Adam boaft, 
 
 More bleffings than their father loft. 
 
 8 Let ev'ry creature rife and bring, 
 
 Peculiar honors to our King; 
 
 Angels defcend with longs again. 
 
 And earth repeat the loud Amen.} 
 
 PSALM 73, Part 1, c m. 
 
 1 OW I’m convinc’d the Lord is kind 
 
 d ' To men of heart fincere ; 
 
 Yet once my foolilh thoughts repin’d* 
 And border’d on defy air. 
 

 17 g psXHm txxm. 
 
 2 I griev’d to fee the wicked thrive, 
 
 And fpoke with angry breath, 
 t j-^ow plea tan t and proiane the) live* 
 
 * How peaceful is their death ! 
 
 3 < With well-fed flelh and haughty eyes, 
 
 * They lay their fears to deep ; 
 
 < A gain ft the heav’ns their Handers rife, 
 
 ‘ While faints in lilence weep. 
 
 4 * In vain 1 lift my hands to pray, 
 
 ‘ And eleanfe my heart in vain; 
 
 * For I am chalien’d all the day, 
 
 4 The night renews my pain.' 
 
 5 Yet while my tongue indulg’d complaint*, 
 
 I felt my heart reprove, 
 
 < Sure l lhall thus offend thy iaints, 
 
 i And grieve the men 1 love.’ 
 
 6 But ftiU I found my doubts too hard, 
 
 The conflict too fevere, 
 
 Till I retir’d to fearch thy word, 
 
 And learn thy it crets there. 
 
 7 There,' as in fome prophetic glafs, 
 
 I faw the {inner's feet, 
 
 High mounted on a ftipp’ry place, 
 
 Be fide a fiery pit. 
 
 8 I heard the wretch profanely boaft, 
 
 Till at thy frowns he MU 
 
PSALM LXXIII. m 
 
 His honors in a dream were loft, ; 
 
 And he awakes in hell. 
 
 9 Lord, what an envious fool I was! ! 
 How like a though clefs beaft! 
 
 Thus to fufpeft thy promis’d grace. 
 
 And think the wicked bleft. 
 
 10 Yet was I kept from fell defpair, 
 
 Upheld by pow’r unknown .* 
 
 That blefied hand which broke the fnare, 
 Shall guide me to thy throne. 
 
 PS ALM 73, ver. 23—23, Part 2, c. m. 
 
 1 OD, my fupporter and my hope, 
 
 My help for ever near. 
 
 Thine arm of mercy held me up, 
 
 When finking in defpair. 
 
 2 Thy connfels, Lord, fliall guide my feet 
 
 Through this dark wildernefs ; 
 
 Thine hand cbndud me near thy feat, 
 
 To dwell before thy face. 
 
 3 Were I in heav’n without my God, 
 
 'Twould be no joy to me ; 
 
 And whilft this earth is my abode, 
 
 1 long for none but thee. 
 
 4 What if the fprings of life were broke, , 
 
 And flefti and heart fhould faint } 
 
1£0 PSALM LXXIII. 
 
 God is my foul’s eternal reck, 
 The ftrength of ev’ry faint l 
 
 5 Behold, the iinners that remove 
 Far from thy prefence, die; 
 Not all the idol gods they love, 
 Can lave them when they cry. 
 
 6 But to draw near to thee, my God, 
 
 Shall be my fweet employ; 
 
 My tongue (hall found thy works abroad, 
 And tell the world my joy. 
 
 PSALM 73, ver 22, 3, 6, 17—20, l. m. 
 
 1 T ORD, what a thoughtlefs wretch was I, 
 JLj To mourn, and murmur, and repine, 
 To fee the wicked plac/d on high, 
 
 In\pride and robes of honor Ihine! 
 
 2 But oh, their end, their dreadful end! 
 Thy fan&uary taught me fo; 
 
 On flipp’ry rocks l lee them Hand, 
 
 And fiery billows roll below. 
 
 3 Now let them boa ft how tail they rdV, 
 I'll never envy them again; 
 
 There they may hand with haughty eies, 
 Till they plunge deep in endlels pain. 
 
 4 Their fancy ’d joys, how fall they heel 
 Juil like a dream when one awakes; 
 
 
PSALM LXXI II. 181 
 
 Their fongs of fofteft harmony, 
 
 Are but a preface to their plagues. 
 
 ~ jsjow I eftecm their mirth and wine, 
 
 Too dear to purchafe with my blood : 
 
 Lord ’tis enough that thou art mine, 
 
 My life, my portion, and my God. 
 
 PSALM 73, s. m. 
 
 1 oURE there’s a righteous God ; 
 
 3 Nor is religion vain ; 
 
 Tho’ men of vice may boaft aloud, 
 
 And men of grace complain. 
 
 2 I faw the wicked rife. 
 
 And felt my heart repine. 
 
 While haughty fools, with fcornfui eyes. 
 
 In robes of honor (hilie. 
 
 3 [Pamper’d with wanton cafe, 
 
 Their flelh looks full and fair : 
 
 Their wealth rolls in like flowing ft as, 
 
 And grows without their cave. <•' 
 
 4 Free from the plagues and pains 
 
 That pious fouls endure. 
 
 Thro’ all their life opprefiion reignsf. 
 
 And racks the humble poor. 
 
 5 Their impious tongues blafpbeine 
 
 The everlaiting God : 
 
ap? PSALM LXXIV. 
 
 Their malice bla-fts the good mart’s name, 
 And fpreads their lies abroad. 
 
 6 But 1 with flowing tears 
 
 Indulg’d my doubts to rife; *:■ 
 
 4 Is there a God that fees or hears 
 * The things below the ikies d] 
 
 7 The tumults of my thought. 
 
 Held me in hard fulpenle, 
 
 Till to thy houfe my feet were brought, 
 To learn thy juftice thence. 
 
 8 Thy word with light and pow'r, 
 
 Did my mi hakes amend; 
 
 I view’d the firmer s’ life before, 
 
 But here I learnt their end. 
 
 9 On what a flt.ppVy keep, 
 
 The thoughtlefs wretches go; 
 
 And O that dreadful fiery deep. 
 
 That waits their fall below. 
 
 10 Lord, at thy feet I bow. 
 
 My thoughts no more repine; 
 
 1 call my God my portion now. 
 
 And all my pow’rs are thine. 
 
 PSALM 74, c. m. 
 
 1 TTtTTLL. God for ever caft us off. 
 
 His wrath for ever fmoke, 
 
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PSALM LXXXV; 18$ 
 
 Ag-ainft the people of his love, 
 
 His little chofen flock ? 
 
 2 Think of the tribes fo dearly bought 
 
 With their Redeemer’s blood ; 
 
 Nor let thy Sion be forgot, 
 
 Where once thy glory flood. 
 
 3 Lift up thy feet and march in hafle, 
 
 Aloud our ruin calls ; 
 
 See what a wide and fearful waile. 
 
 Is made within thy walls, 
 
 4 Where once thy churches pray’d and fang, 
 
 Thy foes profanely roar ; 
 
 Over thy gates their enfigns hang, 
 
 Sad tokens of their power. 
 
 5 How are the feats of worfbip broke! 
 
 They tear thy building down ; 
 
 And he that deals the heavieft Aroke, 
 Procures the chief renown. 
 
 6 With flames they threaten to dcflroy 
 
 Thy children in their nefl ; 
 
 ‘ Gome, let us burn at once,’ they cry, 
 
 ‘ The temple and the priefl.* 
 
 J f And, flill to heighten our diftrefs, 
 
 Thy prefence is withdrawn; 
 
 Thy wonted figns of pow’r and grace* 
 
 Thy pow’r and grace are gone. 
 
*84 PSALM LXXm 
 
 8 No prophet fpeaks to calm our wees, 
 
 But all the leers mourn; 
 
 There’s not a loul amonglt us knows 
 The time of thy Return. 
 
 PAUSE. 
 
 9 How long, eternal God! how long, 
 
 Shall men of pride blalpheme ? 
 Shalt faints be made their endlefs long, 
 And bear immortal lhame ? 
 
 10 Canft thou for ever lit and hear 
 
 Thy holy name profan’d ; 
 
 And ill 11 thy jealoufy forbear, 
 
 And Hill withhold thy hand? 
 
 11 What iirange deliv’rance had thou (hew 
 
 In ages long before ! 
 
 And now no other God we own, 
 
 No other God adore. 
 
 12 Thou didft divide the raging lea, 
 
 By thy reliftlefs might, 
 
 To make thy tribes a wond’rous way, 
 And then fecure their flight. 
 
 13 Is not the world of nature thine, 
 
 The darknefs and the day ? 
 
 Didit thou not bid the morning fhine, 
 And mark the fun his way ? 
 
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 14 Hath not thy pow’r form’d ex’ry coaft. 
 
 And fet the earth its bounds, 
 
 With fummer’s heat and winter’s froft, 
 
 In their perpetual rounds ? 
 
 15 And {hall the Ions of earth and duft. 
 
 That facred pow’r blafpheme ? 
 
 Will not thy hand, that form’d them firft, 
 Avenge thine injur'd name ? 
 
 16 Think on the cov’nant thou haft made, 
 
 And all thy words of love ; 
 
 Nor let the birds of prey invade 
 And vex the mourning dove, 
 
 17 Our foes would triumph in our blood, 
 
 And make our hope their jell: 
 
 Plead thy own caule, almighty God! 
 
 And give thy children reft. 
 
 PSALM 76, c. m. 
 
 1 TN Judah God of old was known; 
 
 A His name in Is’rel great; 
 
 In Salem Hood his holy throne. 
 
 And Sion was his feat. 
 
 2 Among the praifes of his faint s, 
 
 His dwelling there he chofe ; 
 
 There he receiv’d their juft complaints, 
 Againll their haughty foes. 
 

 
 186 PSALM LXXVL 
 
 3 From Sion went his dreadful word, 
 
 And broke the threat’ning fpear; 
 
 The bow, the arrows, and t.hefword, j 
 And crufh’d th’ A (Tyrian war. 
 
 4 What are the earth’s wide kingdoms elii : 
 
 But mighty hills of prey l 
 The hill on which Jehovah dwells, 
 
 Is glorious more than they. 
 
 5 ’Twas Sion's king that ftopp-d the breath 
 
 Of captains and their bands : 
 
 The men of might dept fail in death, 
 And never found their hands* 
 
 6 At thy rebuke, O Jacob’s God, 
 
 Both horfe and chariot fell: 
 
 Who knows the terrors of thy rod? 
 Thy vengeance who can tell! 
 
 7 What povv’r can hand before thy fight, 
 
 When once thy wrath appears ? 
 When heav’n (hines round with dreadfu 
 The earth lies ft ill and fears. flight, 
 
 8 When God, in his own fov’reign wavs, 
 
 Comes down to fave th’ oppreil, 
 
 The wrath of man (hall work his praife, 
 And he’ll reftrain the reft. 
 
 9 [Vow to the Lord, and tribute bring; 
 
 Ye princes fear his frown; 
 
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 His terrors (hake the proudeH king, ~ 
 
 I And cut an army down. 
 
 10 The thunder of his tharp rebuke. 
 
 Our haughty foes fhail feei; 
 
 • For Jacob’s kath not forfook. 
 
 But dwells in Sion Hill.] 
 
 PSALM 77 , Part 1, c. m. 
 
 1 rpO God I cry’d with mournful voice, 
 
 * 1 fought his gracious ear, 
 
 In the fad day when troubles rofe, 
 
 And ill I’d the night with fear. 
 
 2 Sad were my days, and dark my nights. 
 
 My foul refus’d relief; 
 
 I thought on God, the juil and wife. 
 
 But thought increas’d my grief. 
 
 3 Still I complain'd, and Hill oppreH, 
 
 My heart began to break: 
 
 My God, thy wrath forbad my refi. 
 
 And kept my eyes awake. 
 
 ( My overwhelming forrows grew, 
 
 Till l could fpeak no more : 
 
 Then I within myfelf withdrew, 
 
 And call’d thy judgments o’er. 
 
 51 call’d back years and ancient time*, £ 
 When I beheld thy face; . 
 
188 PSALM LXXVll.'f 
 
 My fpirit fearch’d for fecret crimes, 
 That might withhold thy grace. 
 
 6 1 call’d thy mercies to my mind, 
 
 Which I enjoy’d before ; 
 
 And will the Lord no more be kind? 
 His face appear no more l 
 
 7 Will he for ever call me off? 
 
 His promife ever fail ? 
 
 Has he forgot his tender love? 
 e Shall anger Hill prevail? 
 
 % But 1 forbid this hopelefs thought, 
 .This dark, defpairing frame, 
 Rememb’ring what thy hand has wrought, 
 Thy hand is flill the fame. 
 
 9 I’ll think again of all thy ways, 
 
 And talk thy wonders o’er ; 
 
 Thf wonders of recovTing grace, 
 When flefh could hope no more. 
 
 10 Grace dwells with juftice on the throne; 
 And men that love thy word, 
 
 Have in thy famfhiarv known 
 The counfels of the Lord 
 
 PS ALM 77 , Part 2, c. m. 
 
 1 TTOW awful is thy chail’ningrod!* 
 (May thine own children fay) 
 
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PSALM LXXVIII. IS? 
 
 <Thc great, the wife, the dreadful God! 
 
 1 How holy is his way 1* 
 
 2 I’ll meditate his works cf old; 
 
 The King that reigns above! 
 
 I’ll hear his ancient wonders told, 
 
 And learn to trull his love. 
 
 3 Long did the houfe of Jofeph lie, 
 
 With Egypt’s yoke oppreft: 
 
 Lo-ng he delay ’d to hear their cry, 
 
 Nor gave his people red. 
 
 A The ions of good old Jacob feem’d, 
 Abandon’d to their foes; 
 
 But his. almighty arm redeem’d, 
 
 The nation that he choie. 
 
 5 Ifr’el, his people and his {beep, 
 
 Muft follow where he calls : 
 
 He bids them venture thro’ the deep. 
 
 And makes the waves their walish^ 
 
 6 The waters faw thee mighty God! 
 
 The waters faw th.ee come; 
 
 Backward they fled, and frighted flood. 
 To make thine armies room. 
 
 7 Strange was the journey thro’ the fea, 
 
 Thy footfteps, Lord, unknown; 
 
 Terrors attend the wond’rous wav. 
 
 That brings thy mercies down. 
 
150 PSALM LXXV1II. 
 
 8 [Thy voice, with terror in the found, 
 Thro* clouds and darkrsefs broke; 
 
 All hcav’n in light’ning ihone around, 
 And earth with thunder (hook. • 
 
 5 Thine arrows thro’ the (kies were hurl’d 
 How glorious is the Lord? 
 
 Surprize and trembling feiz’d the world, 
 And his own faints ador’d. 
 
 10 He gave them water from the rock; 
 And iafe by Mole s’ hand, 
 
 Thro* a dry defart led hit flock 
 Home to the promis’d land.] 
 
 PSALM 73, Part 1, c. m. 
 
 1 T ET children hear the mighty deeds 
 
 Which God perform’d of old; 
 Which in our younger years we law, 
 And which our fathers told. 
 
 2 He bids us make his glories -known, 
 
 His works of pow'r and grace ; 
 
 And we’ll convey his wonders down, 
 Thro* ev’ry rifing race. 
 
 3 Our lips lit all tell them to our fons, 
 
 And they again to theirs ; 
 
 That generations yet unborn 
 May teach them to their heirs. 
 
PSALM LXXVril. 
 
 4 Thus {hall they learn in God alone. 
 Their hope fecurely Hands; 
 
 That they may ne’er forget his works* 
 But pra&ice his commands. 
 
 PSALM 78, Part 2, c. m. 
 
 1 /~\ WHAT a ft iff rebellious houfe, 
 ^ Was Jacob’s ancient race 1 
 
 Falfe to tkeir own moil folerrm vows, 
 And to their Maker’s grace. 
 
 2 They broke the cov’nant of his love, 
 
 And did his laws defpife, 
 
 Forgot the works he wrought to prove 
 His pow’r before their eyes. , 
 
 3 They faw the plagues on Egypt light, 
 
 ' From his avenging hand; 
 
 What dreadful tokens of his might. 
 Spread o’er the liubbGrn land! 
 
 4 They faw him cleave the mighty fea, 
 
 And march in fafety through, 
 
 With wat’ry walls to guard the way. 
 Till they had Tcap’d the foe. 
 
 5 A wond’rons pillow mark'd the road. 
 
 Compos’d of (hade and light; 
 
 By day it prov’d a {belt’ring cloud* 
 
 A leading fire by night. 
 
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*92 PSALM LXXVIII. 
 
 6 He from the rock their thirit fupply’d; 
 
 The gufhing waters fell* 
 
 And ran in rivers by their fide, 
 
 A conit ant miracle. 
 
 7 Yet they provok'd the Lord molt high, 
 
 And dar'd diitrult his hand ; 
 
 * Can he with bread oar hoil 1 apply, 
 
 4 A,midlt this defart land V 
 
 8 The Lord with indignation heard, 
 
 And caus’d his wrath to-flame: 
 
 His terrors ever hand prepar’d 
 To vindicate his name. 
 
 PSALM 78, PartS, c. m. 
 
 1 \ X THEN Ifr’el fins the Lord reproves, 
 V * And fills their hearts with dread; 
 
 Yet he forgives the men he loves, 
 
 And fends them heav’nly bread. 
 
 2 He fed them with a liberal hand, 
 
 And made his tvealures known : 
 
 He gave the midnight clouds command 
 To pour proviiions down. 
 
 3 The manna, like a morning fitow’r, 
 
 Lay thick around their leet; 
 
 The corn of heav’n, fo light, fo pure, 
 As though Twere angels meat. 
 
PSALM LXXVIII. 193 
 
 4 But they in murm’ring language faid, 
 
 « Manna is all our fealt, 
 
 « We loathe this light, this airy bread, 
 
 < We muft have flefh to tailed 
 
 5 « Ye fhall have flefli to pleafe your lull,’ 
 
 The Lord in wrath reply’d; 
 
 And fent them quails like fand or dull, 
 Heap’d up from flde to fide. 
 
 6 He gave them all their own defire; 
 
 And, greedy as they fed. 
 
 His vengeance burnt with fecret fire. 
 
 And fmote the rebels dead. 
 
 7 When fome were (lain, the reft return’d, 
 
 And fought the Lord with tears; 
 
 Under the rod they fear’d and mourn’d, 
 But foon forgot their fears. 
 
 8 Oft he ehaftis’d and full forgave, 
 
 Till, by his gracious hand, 
 
 The nation he refolv’d to fave, 
 
 Po{iefs’d the promis’d land. 
 
 PSALM 78, ver. 32, life. Part 4, l. m. 
 
 1 /^REAT God, how oft did Ifrael prove 
 ^ By turns thine anger and thy love ! 
 There in a glafs our hearts may fee, 
 
 How fickle and how falfe they be. 
 
194 PSALM LXXVIII. 
 
 2 How foon the faithlefs Jews forgot, 
 
 The dreadful wonders God had wrought! 
 Then they provoke him to his face, 
 
 Nor fear his pow’r, nor truft his grace. 
 
 3 The Lord confum'd their years in pain, 
 And made their travels long and vain; 
 
 A tedious march through unknown ways, 
 Wore out their itrength & fpent their days. 
 
 4 Oft when they faw their brethren flain, 
 They mourn’d and fought the Lord again; 
 Call’d him the rock of their abode, 
 Their high Redeemer and their God. 
 
 5 Their pray’rs and vows before him rile, 
 As flatt’ring words, or folemnlies; 
 While their rebellious tempers prove, 
 Lalfe to his cov’nant and his love. 
 
 6 Yet did his fov’reign grace forgive. 
 
 The men who not deierv’d to live; 
 
 H is anger oft away he turn’d, 
 
 Or elfe with gentle flame it burn’d. 
 
 7 lie faw their flefh was weak and frail, 
 He faw temptations ilill prevail: 
 
 The God of Abraham lov’d them ftdl, 
 And led them to his holy hill. 
 
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 PSALM LXXX. 
 
 PSALM 80, m. 
 
 1 /'"’RE AT Shepherd of thine Ifrael, 
 
 Who didit between the cherubs dwell, 
 And ledft the tr ibes, th v choien fheep. 
 Safe through the defart and the deep. 
 
 2 Thy church is in the defart now; 
 
 Shine from on high and guide us through ; 
 Turn us to thee, thy love reftore ; 
 
 We {hall be fav’d, and ligh no more. 
 
 3 Great God, whom heavhdy hofts obey. 
 How long {hail we lament and pray, 
 
 And wait in vain thy kind return ? 
 
 How long (hall thy fierce anger burn ? 
 
 4 Inftead of wine and cheerful bread, 
 
 Thy faints with their own tears are fed; 
 Turn us to thee, thy love reltore; 
 
 We {hall be fav’d, and ligh no more. 
 
 PAUSE i. 
 
 5 Haft thou not planted with thy hands, 
 
 A lovely vine in heathen lands ? 
 
 Did not thy pow’r defend it round, 
 
 And heav'nly dews enrich the ground. 
 
 6 How did the fpreading branches {hoot. 
 And blels the nations with the fruit! 
 
 But now, dear Lord, look down and fee 
 Thy mourning vine, that lovely tree. 
 
196 PSALM LXXX. 
 
 7 Why is its beauty thus defac’d? 
 
 Why halt thou laid her fences wade? 
 Strangers and foes againlt her join, 
 
 And ev’ry bead devours the vine. 
 
 8 Return, almighty God, return; 
 
 Nor let thy bleeding vineyard mourn: 
 Turn us to thee, thy love reftore ; 
 
 We lb all be fay’d, and figh no more. 
 
 TAUSE II. 
 
 9 Lord, wh^n this vine in Canaan grew> 
 Thou waft its ftrength and glory tool 
 Attack’d in vain by all its foes, 
 
 Till the fair branch of promife role. 
 
 10 Fair branch, ordain’d of old to (hoot 
 From David’s ftock, from Jacob’s root; 
 Himfelf a noble vine, and we 
 
 The lefter branches of the tree. 
 
 11 ’Tis thine own Son, and he (liall fland, 
 Girt with thy ftrength at thy right hand; 
 Thv fir ft-born Son adorn’d and bled, 
 With pow’r and grace above the red. 
 
 12 O! for his fake attend our cry, 
 
 Shine on thy churches left they die. 
 Turn us to thee, thy love reftore; 
 
 We (hall be fav’d, and figh no more. 
 
19 7 
 
 PSALM LXXXI. 
 
 PSALM 81, ver. 1, 8 —16, s. m. 
 
 1 QXNG to the Lord aloud, 
 
 ^ And make a cheerful noife; 
 
 God is our ftrength, our Saviour God, 
 
 Let Ifrael hear his voice. 
 
 2 < From vile idolatry 
 
 ‘Preferve my worfhip clean; 
 
 * I am the Lord who fet thee free 
 4 From 11 avery and fin. 
 
 3 * Stretch thy deflres abroad, 
 
 4 And I'll fnpply them all; 
 
 < But if ye will refine your God, 
 
 4 If Ifrael will rebel; 
 
 4 « I’ll leave them/ faith the Lord, 
 
 4 To their own lulls a prey, 
 
 4 And let them run the dangerous road, 
 
 4 ’Tis their own choleu way. 
 
 5 ‘ Yet, O! that all my faints, 
 
 4 Would hearken to my voice! 
 
 6 Soon I would eafe their fore complaints, 
 4 And bid their hearts rejoice. 
 
 6 4 While I deftroy ? d their foes, 
 
 4 I’d richly feed my flock, 
 
 4 And they (hall taile the ftream that flows 
 4 From their eternal rock/ 
 
198 
 
 PSALM LXXXIIL 
 PSALM 82, l. m. 
 
 1 A MONO th’ afTemblies of the great, 
 -f\- A greater ruler takes his feat: 
 
 The God of heav'n, as judge, furveys 
 Tfiofe gods on earth, and all their ways. 
 
 2 Why will ye then frame wicked laws? 
 
 Or why fupport th* unrighteous caufe? 
 When will ye once defend the poor, 
 That finners vex the faints no more? 
 
 3 They know not, Lord, nor will they know 
 Dark are the ways in which they go: 
 Their name of earthly gods is vain, 
 
 For they {hall fall and die like men. 
 
 4 A rife, O Lord, and let thy Son 
 PofTefs his univerfal throne, 
 
 And rule the nations with his rod; 
 
 He is our judge, and he our God. 
 
 PSALM 83, s. m. 
 
 1 A NI) wilt the God of grace 
 
 Perpetual iilence keep? 
 
 The God of jullice hold his peace, 
 
 And let his vengeance deep ? 
 
 2 Behold, what cur fed fn ares, 
 
 The men of mifehief l'pread? 
 
 The men that hate thy faints and thee, 
 Lift up their threat’ning head. 
 
PSALM LXXXIII. 
 
 S A gain ft thy hidden ones 
 
 Their eounfels they employ, 
 
 And malice, with her watchful eye, 
 Purfues them to deftroy. 
 
 4 The noble and the bafe 
 
 Into thy paltures leap; 
 
 The lion and the ft up id afs 
 Confpire to vex thy Iheep. 
 
 5 ‘ Come, let us join,* they cry, 
 
 * To root them from the ground, 
 
 * Till not the name of faints remain, 
 
 * Nor mern’ry {hall be found.’ 
 
 6 Awake, Almighty God, 
 
 And call thy wrath to mind; 
 
 Give them like foreits to the fire. 
 
 Or ftubble to the wind. 
 
 7 Convince their madnefs. Lord, 
 
 And make them feek thy name; 
 
 Or elfe their flubborn rage confound. 
 That they may die in fhame. 
 
 S Then (hall the nations know 
 That glorious dreadful word, 
 Jehovah is thy name alone, 
 
 And thou the fov’reign Lord* 
 
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200 PSALM LXXX1V. 
 
 PSALM 84, Part 1, l m. 
 
 1 TTOW pleafant, how divinely fair, 
 n o Lord of holts, thy dwellings are! 
 With long delire my fpirit faints, 
 
 To meet th’ affemblies of thy faints. 
 
 2 My flefli would relt in thine abode, 
 
 My panting heart cries out for God! 
 
 My God! my king ! why Ihould I be 
 So far from all my joys and thee ? 
 
 3 The fparrow choofes where to reft, 
 
 And for her young provides her neft*. 
 But will my God to fparrows grant, 
 That pleafure which liis children want! 
 
 4 Bleft are the faints who lit on high, 
 Around thy throne ol majefty; 
 
 Thy brighteft glories Aline above, 
 
 And all their work is praiie and love. 
 
 5 Bleft are the fouls that find a place 
 Within the temple of thy grace ; 
 
 There they behold thy gentler rays, 
 
 And feek thy face, and learn thy praiie* 
 
 6 Bleft are the men whofe hearts are fet 
 To find a way to Sion’s gate ; 
 
 God is their llrength ; and thro’ the road 
 They lean upon their helper, God. 
 
PSALM LXXXIV. 201 
 
 7 Cheerful they walk with growing ftrength, 
 Till all ihall meet in heav’n at length. 
 
 Till all before thy.face appear, 
 
 And join in nobler worlhip there. 
 
 PSALM 84, Part 2, l. m. 
 
 1 /^REAT God attend, while Sion lings 
 
 The joy that from thy prefence fprings; 
 To fpend one day with thee on earth 
 Exceeds a thouland days of mirth. 
 
 2 Might I enjoy the meaneft place 
 Within thy houfe, O God of grace, 
 
 Not tents of eafe, nor thrones of pow’r, 
 Should tempt my feet to leave thy door. 
 
 3 God is our fun, he makes our day : 
 
 God is our (hield, he guards our way 
 From all th’ a {faults of hell and fin, 
 
 From foes without and foes within. 
 
 4 All needful grace will God bellow, 
 
 And crown that grace with glory too ; 
 
 He gives us all things, and withholds 
 No real good from upright fouls. 
 
 5 0 God, our King, whofe fovheign fway 
 The glorious holls of heav’n obey ; 
 
 And devils at thy prefence flee, 
 
 Bleil is the man that trulls in thee. 
 
202 PSALM LXXXIV; 
 
 PSALM 84, ver. 1, 4, 2, 3, 10, 
 
 Paraphrased, c. m . 
 
 1 TV/TY foul, how lovely is the place 
 lVi •y 0 w hi c h m y God reforts! 
 
 ’Tis heavhi to fee his fmiling face, 
 
 Though in his earthly courts. 
 
 2 There the great Monarch of the Ikies 
 
 His laving power difpiays, 
 
 And light breaks in upon our eyes 
 With kind and quickening rays. 
 
 3 With his rich gifts the heav’nly dove 
 
 Defcends and fills th-e place, 
 
 While Chrift reveals his wond’rous love, 
 And flieds abroad his grace. 
 
 4 There, mighty God, thy words declare 
 
 The fecrets of thy will; 
 
 And ft ill they feek thy mercy there, 
 And ling thy praifes hill. 
 
 pause. 
 
 5 My heart and flefh cry out for thee, 
 
 While far from thine abode; 
 
 When lhall I tread thy courts and iee 
 My Saviour and my God? 
 
 6 The fparrow builds herfelf a neff, 
 
 And fuffers no remove ; 
 
 O make me like the fparrows blefl, 
 
 To dwell but where I love! 
 
*:>£> 
 
 PSALM LXXXIV. 
 
 7 To fit one day beneath thine eye, 
 
 And hear thy gracious voice. 
 Exceeds a whole eternity 
 Employ’d in carnal joys. 
 
 8 Lord, at thy threshold 1 would wait. 
 
 While Jefus is within, 
 
 Rather than fill a throne of date, 
 
 Or live in tents of fm. 
 
 9 Could I command the fpacious land 
 
 And the more boundlefs fea, 
 
 For one bleft hour at thy right hand 
 I’d give them both away. 
 
 i PSALM 84. Js the 14iStb Psalm. 
 1 T QRD of the worlds above, 
 
 How pleafant and how fair, 
 The dwellings of thy love, 
 
 Thy earthly temples are! 
 
 To thine abode 
 My heart afpires. 
 
 With warm defires 
 To fee my God. 
 
 The fparrow for her young 
 With pleafure feeks a neft; 
 
 And wand’ring fwallows long 
 To find their wonted reft : 
 
 My fpirit faints 
 With equal zeal, 
 
 
204 PSALM LXXXIV. 
 
 To rife and dwelt 
 Among thy faints. 
 
 3 O happy fouls that pray 
 Where God appoints to hear! 
 
 O happy men that pay 
 Their conftant fervice there 1 
 
 They prail'e thee ltill; 
 
 And happy they 
 That love the way 
 To Zion’s hill! 
 
 4 They, go from llrength to ftrength, 
 Thro' this dark vale of tears, 
 
 Till each arrives at length, 
 
 Till each in lieav'n appears: 
 
 O glorious feat, 
 
 When God our king 
 Shall thither bring 
 Our willing feet 1 
 
 PAUSE. 
 
 o To fpend one facred day 
 
 Where God and faints abide, 
 Affords diviner joy 
 Than thoufand days befide: 
 Where God re forts, 
 
 I love it more 
 To keep the door. 
 
 Than fliine in courts. 
 

 PSALM LXXXV. 205 
 
 6 God is our fun and illield, 
 
 Our liglit and our defence ; 
 
 With gifts his hands are fill'd, 
 
 We draw our bleifings thence : 
 
 He (hall bellow 
 On Jacob’s race 
 Peculiar grace 
 And glory too. 
 
 7 The Lord his people loves : 
 
 His hand no good withholds 
 From thofe his heart approves. 
 
 From pure and pious fouls : 
 
 Thrice happy he, 
 
 O God of holts, 
 
 Whofe fpir it-trulls 
 Alone in thee. 
 
 PSALM 85, ver. 1— 8, Part 1, i*. m. 
 
 1 T ORD, thou hail call’d thy grace to mind, 
 L' Thou haft revers’d our heavy doom : 
 So God forgave when T fr’el ftnn’d, 
 
 And brought his wand’ring captives home* 
 
 Thou haft begun to fet its free, 
 
 And made thy fierceft wrath abate ; 
 
 Now let our hearts be turn’d to the£, 
 
 And thy falvation be complete. 
 
 3 Revive our dying graces, Lord, 
 
 And let thy faints in thee rejoice; 
 
206 PSALM LXXXVI. 
 
 Make known thy tru h, fulfil thy word; 
 We wait for praife to tune our voice. 
 
 4 We wait to hear what God will fay; 
 
 He’ll ipeak and give his people peace; 
 But let them run no more aitray, 
 
 Left his returning wrath increafe. 
 
 PSALM 85, ver. 9, ifc. Part2, l. m. 
 
 1 C ALVATION is for ever nigh 
 
 ^ The fouls that fear and truft the Lord} 
 And grace, defcending from on high, 
 Frefh hopes of glory fhall afford. 
 
 2 Mercy and truth on earth are met, 
 
 Since Chrift the Lord came down fron 
 By his obedience fo complete, [heav’n 
 Juitice is pleas’d, and peace is giv’n. 
 
 3 Now truth and honor (hall abound, 
 Religion dwell on earth again, 
 
 And heav’nly influence blefs the ground, 
 In our Redeemer’s gentle reign. 
 
 4 His righteoufnefs is gone before, 
 
 To give us free accefs to God; 
 
 Our wand’ring feet (hall ltray no more, 
 But mark his Heps and keep the road. 
 
 PSALM 86, ver. 8—13, c. m. 
 
 1 A MONG the princes, earthly gods, 
 There’s none hath pow’r divine; 
 
PSALM L&XXVII. sor 
 
 Nor is their nature, mighty Lord ! 
 
 Nor are their works like thine. 
 
 2 The nations thou haft made fhall bring 
 
 Their off’rings round thy throne : 
 
 For thou alone doit wond'rous things, 
 
 For thou art God alone. 
 
 3 Lord, 1 would walk with holy feet: 
 
 Teach me thine heav’nly ways, 
 f And my poor fcatter'd thoughts unite 
 In God my Father’s praife. 
 
 4 Great is thy mercv, and my tongue 
 
 Shall thofe fweet wonders teik 
 * How by thy grace my linking foul 
 Rofe from the deeps of hell. 
 
 PSALM 87, Ij. m. 
 
 1 OD in his earthly temple lays 
 
 ^ Foundations for his heav’nly praife : 
 He likes the tents of Jacob well, 
 
 But ftill in Zion loves to dwell. 
 
 2 His mercy vifits ev*ry hotife 
 
 That pay their night and morning vows ; 
 But makes a more delightful Itay 
 Where churches meet to praife and pray. 
 
 3 What glories were defcrib’d of old ! 
 
 What wonders are of Zion told !• 
 
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208 PSALM LXXXIX. 
 
 Thou city of our God below, 
 
 Thy fame fhall Tyre and Egypt know. 
 
 4 Egypt and Tyre, and Greek and Jew, 
 Shall there begin their lives anew ; 
 Angels and men Ihall join to img 
 The hill where living waters ipring. 
 
 5 When God makes up his lalt account 
 Of natives in his holy mount, 
 
 ’Twill be an honor to appear 
 
 As one new-born or nouriiVd there ! 
 
 PSALM 89, l. m. 
 
 1 Xj'OR ever Ihall my fong record 
 
 The truth and mercy of the Lord! 
 Mercy and truth for ever Hand, 
 
 Like heav’n, eitabliMi’d by his hand. 
 
 2 Thus to his Son he fware, and laid, 
 
 1 With thee my covenant iirll is made; 
 4 In thee {hall dying fmners live, 
 
 • Glory and grace are thine to give. 
 
 3 4 Be thou my prophet, thou my prieft; 
 
 4 Thy children {hall be ever bleil; 
 
 4 Thou art my chofen king: thv throne 
 4 Shall Hand eternal like my own. 
 
 4 ‘Theie’snone of all my ions above 
 4 So much my image or my love: 
 
209 
 
 PSALM LXXXIX. 
 
 i Celeflial pow’rs thy fubje&s are ; 
 
 * Then what can earth to thee compare l 
 
 5 * David, my fervant, whom I chofe 
 
 < To guard my flock, to crufli my foes, 
 
 « And rais’d him to the Jewifh throne, 
 
 < Was but a fliadow of my Son.* 
 
 6 Now let the church rejoice and ling, 
 Jefus her Saviour, and her King : 
 
 Angels his heav’nly wonders ljiow, 
 
 And faints declare his works below. 
 
 PSALM 89, Part 1, c. m. 
 
 1 TVyf Y never-ceafmg fongs ffiall fhow 
 dLl. The mercies of the Lord ; 
 
 And make fucceeding ages know 
 
 How faithful is his word. 
 
 2 The facred truths his lips pronounce 
 
 Shall firm as heav’n endure : 
 
 And if he fpeak a promife once, 
 
 Th’ eternal grace is fure. 
 
 3 How long the race of David held. 
 
 The promis’d Jewifh throne ! 
 
 But there’s a nobler cov’nant feal’d 
 To David’s greater Son. 
 
 4 His feed for ever fhall pofiefs 
 
 A throne above the ikies; 
 
210 PSALM LXXXlX. 
 
 The moaned lubjeil of his grace 
 Shall to that glory rile. 
 
 5 Lord God of hods, thy wond’rous ways 
 Are lung by faints above ; 
 
 And faints on earth their honors raiie 
 To thine unchanging love. 
 
 PSALM 89, ver. 7, ISfc. Part 2, c m. 
 
 1 rev’rence let the faints appear 
 
 VV And bow before the Lord; 
 
 His high commands with rev’rence hear, 
 And tremble at his word. 
 
 2- How terrible thy glories be! 
 
 How bright thine armies dime! 
 Where is the pow’r that vies with thee! 
 Or truth compar’d with thine? 
 
 3 The northern pole, and fouthern, reft 
 
 On thy fupporting hand ; 
 
 Darknefs and dav from call to weft 
 Move round at thy command. 
 
 4 Thy words the raging winds control, 
 
 And rule the boilProus deep; 
 
 Thou mak'd the fleeping billows roll, 
 The rolling billows deep. 
 
 5 Heav’n. earth, and air, and fea are thine, 
 
 And the dark world cl hell; 
 
PSALM LXXXIX. 211 
 
 How did thine arm in vengeance fnine, 
 When Egypt durit rebel I 
 
 6 J nil ice and judgment are thy throne, 
 
 Yet wond’rous is thy grace ; 
 
 While truth and mercy join’d in one, 
 Invite us near thy face. 
 
 PSALM 39, ver. 15, tsfc. Part 3, c. m. 
 
 1 T1LEST are the fouls that hear and know 
 L* The gofpel’s joyful found ; 
 
 Peace lhall attend the path they go. 
 
 And light their ileps {unround. 
 
 2 Their joy fliall bear their fpirits up, 
 
 Through their Redeemer’s name : 
 
 His righteoufnefs exalts their hope, 
 
 Nor Satan dares condemn. 
 
 5 The Lord, our glory and defence, 
 
 Strength and fa! vat ion gives : 
 
 Ifr’el, thy King for ever reigns, 
 
 Thy God for ever lives 
 
 PSALM 89, ver, 19, Part 4, c. m. 
 
 1 tjEAR what the Lord in vifion faid, 
 
 J- And made his mercy known : 
 Sinners, behold, your help is laid 
 ‘ On my almighty Son. 
 
 4 Behold the man ray wifdom chofe 
 * Among your moital race ; 
 
212 • PSALM LXXXIX. 
 
 ‘ His bead my holy oil overflows ; 
 
 ‘ The Spirit of my grace. 
 
 3 1 High fliall he reign on David’s throne, 
 
 ‘ My people’s better King; 
 
 My arm (hall beat his rivals down, 
 
 * And Hill new fubjeds bring. 
 
 4 ‘My truth (hill guard him in his way, 
 
 < With mercy by his fide, 
 
 • While in my name thro* earth and lea 
 
 « He 111 all in triumph ride. 
 
 5 ‘ Me for his Father and his God 
 
 ‘ He fliall for ever own ; 
 
 < Call me his rock, his high abode ; 
 
 * And I’ll fupport my Son. 
 
 6 ‘ My firfl-born Son array’d in grace 
 
 4 At my right hand fhall fit; 
 
 * Beneath him angels know their place, 
 
 4 And monarchs at his feet. 
 
 7 1 My cov’nant Hands for ever faft ; 
 
 4 My promifes are ilrong : 
 
 4 Firm as the heav’ns his throne (hall lafl, 
 4 His feed endure as long.’ 
 
 PSALM 89, ver, 30, &c. Part 5, c. u. 
 
 1 ^ET (faith the Lord) if David’s race 
 * 4 The children of my Son, 
 
PSALM LXXXIX. 213 
 
 * Should break my laws, abide my grace, 
 
 < And tempt mine anger down; 
 
 2 ‘ Their fms 1*11 vifit with the rod, 
 
 < And make their folly {mart ; 
 
 < But 111 not ceafe to be their God, 
 
 « Nor from my truth'depart. 
 
 3 t My cov’nant I will ne’er revoke, 
 
 < But keep my grace in mind; 
 
 * And wliat eternal love hath {poke, 
 
 < Eternal truth fhall bind. 
 
 4 ‘ Once have I fworri (i need no more) 
 
 i And pledg’d my holinefs, 
 
 * To feal the 1 acred promife lure 
 
 * To David and his race. 
 
 5 * The fun {hall fee his offspring rife, 
 
 < And fpvead from fea to fea, 
 
 i Long as he travels round the Ikies, 
 
 * To give the nations day. 
 
 6 < Sure as the moon that rules the night 
 
 * His kingdom fhall endure, 
 
 * Till the fix’d laws of fliade and light 
 4 Shall be obferv’d no more.’ 
 
 PSALM 89, ver. 47, Ifc. Part 6, l. m. 
 
 A funeral Psalm. 
 
 1 pEMEMBER, Lord, our mortal hate, 
 How frail our life \ how ihort the date I 
 
214 PSALM LXXXIX. 
 
 Where is the man that draws his breath, 
 Safe from difeafe, lecure from death ? 
 
 2 Lord, while we fee whole nations die, 
 Our fiefh and fenle repine and cry, 
 
 * Midi death for ever rage and reign? 
 
 * Or hail thou made mankind in vain? 
 
 3 ‘ Where is thy promife to the juft? 
 
 < Are not thy fervants turn’d to dull ?* 
 But faith forbids thefe mournful iighs, 
 And fees the fleeping dull arife. 
 
 4 That glorious hour, that dreadful day, 
 Wipes the reproach of laints away, 
 
 And clears the honor of thy word; 
 Awake, cur fouls! and blefs the Lord. 
 
 PSALM 89, ver 47, ifc. Partial!. 
 
 As the llSo6 Psalm. 
 
 1 r PHINK, mighty God, on feeble man, 
 
 -*• How few his hours, how fhort hi? ipan 
 Short from the cradle to the grave : 
 Who can fee lire his vital breath 
 Againil the bold demands of death, 
 With fkill to fly, or pow’r to lave ? 
 
 2 Lord, (hall it be for ever laid, 
 
 * The race of man was only made 
 
 4 For figknefs, farrow, and the dull ?’ 
 
215 
 
 PSALM ZC. 
 
 Are not thy fervants day by day 
 Sent to their graves, and turn’d to day ? 
 Lord, where’s thy kindnefs to the juft ? 
 
 3 Halt thou not promis’d to thy Son, 
 
 And all his feed, a heav’nly crown ? 
 
 But fleflt and fenfe indulge defpair: 
 
 For ever bleffed be the Lord, 
 
 That faith can read his holy word, 
 
 And find a refurre&ion there. 
 
 4 For ever bleffed be the Lord ! 
 
 Who gives his faints a long reward 
 For all their toil, reproach, and pain j 
 Let all below, and all above, 
 
 Join to proclaim thy wond’rous love, 
 
 And each repeat a loud Amen. 
 
 PSALM 90, n. m. 
 
 A mournful song at a funeral. 
 
 [1 HPHRO’ ev’ry age, eternal God! 
 
 Thou art our reft, our lafe abode ; 
 High, was thy throne ere heav’n was made. 
 Or earth thy humble footftool laid. 
 
 2 Long hadft thou reign’d ere time began, 
 
 Or dull was fafhion’d to a man ; 
 
 And long thy kingdom fhall endure, 
 
 When earth and time ftiall be no more. 
 
 3 But man, weak man, is born to die, 
 
 Made up of guilt and vanity ; 
 
216 PSALM XC. 
 
 Thy dreadful fentence, Lord, was juft, 
 
 < Return, ye (inners, to your duff.’ 
 
 4 [A thoufand of our years amount 
 Scarce to a day in thine account; 
 
 Like yelterday’s departed light. 
 
 Or the laft watch of ending night. 
 
 PAUSE. 
 
 5 Death, like an overflowing llream, 
 Sweeps us away ; our life’s a dream; 
 
 An empty tale ; a morning flow’r, 
 
 Cut down and wither’d in an hour.] 
 
 4 [Our age to feventy years is fet: 
 
 How (hort the term ! how frail the ftatc! 
 And if to eighty we arrive, 
 
 We rather flgh and groan than live. 
 
 7 But O how oft thy wrath appears, 
 
 And cuts off our expe&ed years ! 
 
 Thy wrath awakes our humble dread; 
 We fear the pow’r that (trikes us dead.] 
 
 $ Teach us, O Lord, how frail is man : 
 And kindly lengthen out our (pan, 
 
 Till a wife care of piety 
 
 Fit us to die, and dwell with thee. 
 
 PSALM 90, ver. 1—5*, Part 1. c. m. 
 
 1 /~VUR God, our help in ages paft, 
 
 Our hope for years to come* 
 
PSALM xc. m 
 
 Our Ihelter from the ftormy blafl, 
 
 And our eternal home. 
 
 2 Under the fhadow of thy throne 
 
 Thy faints have dwelt fecure ; 
 
 Sufficient is thine arm alone, 
 
 And our defence is lure. 
 
 3 Before the hills in order Hood, 
 
 Or earth receiv’d her frame. 
 
 From ever) ailing thou art God, 
 
 To endiefs years the fame. 
 
 4 Thy word commands our Belli to dull, 
 
 < Return, ye fons of men 
 All nations rofe from earth at firft, 
 
 And turn to earth again. 
 
 $ A thoufand ages in thy fight 
 Are like an ev’ning gone ; 
 
 Short as the watch that ends the night 
 Before the riling fun. 
 
 6 [The bufy tribes of flefh and blood, 
 
 With all their lives and cares, 
 
 Are carried downwards by the flood, 
 
 And loll in following years. 
 
 7 Time, like an ever-rolling llream. 
 
 Bears all his fSns away ; 
 
 They fly, forgotten, as a dream 
 J^ies at the op’ning day. 
 
218 PSALM XC. 
 
 8 Like flow’ry fields the nations Hand, 
 
 Pleas’d with the morning light: 
 
 The flow’rs beneath the mower’s hand 
 Lie with’ring ere ’tis night ] 
 
 9 Our God, our help in ages paft, 
 
 Our hope for years to come, 
 
 Be thou our guard while troubles lad, 
 And our eternal home. 
 
 PSALM 90, ver. 8,11,9,10,12, Part 2, c. m. 
 
 1 T ORD, if thine eyes Purvey our faults, 
 
 And juft ice grow fevere, 
 
 Thy dreadful wrath exceeds our thoughts, 
 And burns beyond our fear. 
 
 2 Thine anger turns our frame to duftj 
 
 B\ r one offence to thee, 
 
 j r 
 
 Adam, with all his fons, have loft 
 Their immortality. 
 
 3 Life, like a vain amufement, flies, 
 
 A fable or a fong; 
 
 By fvvift degrees our nature dies, 
 
 Nor can our joys be long. 
 
 4 *Tis but a few wliofe days amount 
 
 To threefcore vears and ten; 
 
 And all beyond that Hiort account 
 Is forrow, toil, and pain, 
 
219 
 
 PSALM XC. 
 
 5 fOur vitals with laborious ftrife 
 
 1* _ tL own r*ir lAnrl 
 
 L Bear up the crazy load, 
 
 And drag thcfe poor remains of life 
 Along the tirefome road.] 
 
 6 Almighty God, reveal thy love, 
 
 And not thy wrath alone ; 
 
 0 let our fweet experience prove 
 The mercies of thy throne. 
 
 7 Our fGuls would learn the heav’nly ait, 
 
 T* improve the hours we hat e, 
 
 That we may acd the wifer part, 
 
 And live beyond the grave. 
 
 PSALM 90, ver, 13, &c. Part 3, c, m. 
 1 ETURN, O God of love return ; 
 
 Earth is a tirefome place : 
 
 How long (hall we thy children mourn 
 Our abfence from thy face ? 
 
 2 Let heav’n fucceed our painful years; 
 
 Let fin aud forrow ceafe: 
 
 And in proportion to our tears. 
 
 So make our joys increafe. 
 
 3 Thy wonders to thy fervanta fhow, 
 
 Make thine own work complete : 
 Then fhall our fouls thy glory know, 
 
 And own thy love is great. 
 
220 PSALM XC. 
 
 4 Then {ball we fhine before thy throne 
 In all thy beauty, Lord; 
 
 And the poor fervice we have done 
 Meet a divine reward. 
 
 PSALM 90, ver. 5, 10, 12, s. m. 
 
 Our life, how poor a trifle ’tis, 
 
 That fcarce defervcs the name! 
 
 2 Alas, the brittle clay 
 
 That built our body firfl! 
 
 And ev’ry month, and ev’ry day, 
 
 ■’Tis mould’ring back to dull. 
 
 3 Oor moments fly apace, 
 
 Nor will our minutes flay : 
 
 Juft like a flood our hally days 
 Are fweeping us away. 
 
 4 Well, if our days mull fly, 
 
 We’ll keep their end in fight, 
 
 We’ll l'pend them all in wildom’s way, 
 And let them fpeed their flight. 
 
 o They’ll waft us fooner o’er 
 This life’s tempefluous fea ; 
 
 Soon we fliall reach the peaceful fhoxe 
 Of blefl eternity. 
 
221 
 
 PSALM XCI. 
 
 PSALM 91, ver. 1—F, Part 1, l. m. 
 
 1 TTE that hath ma(ie his refu S e God, 
 tl Shall find a moft fecure abode \ 
 
 Shall walk all day beneath his (hade. 
 
 And there at night lliall reft his head. 
 
 2 Then will I fay, ‘ My God, thy pow’r 
 * < Shall be my fortrefs and my tow’r : 
 
 i I, that am form’d of feeble dull, 
 
 « Make thine almighty arm my truft* 
 
 2 Thrice happy man ! thy Maker’s care 
 Shall keep thee from the fowler’s fnare 5 
 Satan, the fowler, who betrays 
 Unguarded fouls a thoufand ways, 
 
 4 Juft as a hen proteds her brood 
 From birds of prey that feek their blood.. 
 Under her feathers ; fo the Lord 
 Makes his own arm his people’s guard, 
 
 £ If burning beams of noon confpire 
 To dart a peftilential fire, 
 
 God is their life, his wings are fpread 
 Tofhield them with an healthful (hade, 
 
 6 If vapours with malignant breath 
 Rife thick, and fcatter midnight death* 
 lfr’el is fafe : the poifon’d air 
 Grows pure, if lfr’eLs God be there. 
 
'222 PSALM XGI: 
 
 PAUSE. 
 
 7 What tho* a thouland at thy fide, 
 
 At thy right hand ten thouiand dy’d, 
 Thy God his chofen people i'aves 
 Amongli the dead, amidit the graves. 
 
 8 So when he feut his angel down 
 To make his wrath in Egypt known, 
 And flew their Tons, his careful eye 
 paiVd all the doors of Jacob by. 
 
 9 But if the fire, or plague, or fword. 
 Receive commiflion from the Lord, 
 
 To Itrike his faints among the retl, 
 Their very r pains and deaths are bleft. 
 
 19 The fwovd, the peflilence, or fire, 
 
 Shall but fulfil their belt defire : 
 
 From fins and fcrrows fet them free, 
 And bring thy children, Lord, to thee. 
 
 PSALM 91, Ver. 9—16, PartS, c. m. 
 
 1 Y S f° ns °f men * a f ee f>l e race, 
 
 ^ Expos’d to ev'ry fnare, 
 
 Come,make the Lord your dwelling place, 
 And try and truft his care. 
 
 2 No ill (hall enter where you dwell, 
 
 Or if the plague come nigh, 
 
 And fweep the wicked down to hell, 
 'Twill raife his faints on high. 
 
PSALM XCI. 223 
 
 3 He’ll give his angels charge to keep 
 
 Your feet in ali your ways ; 
 
 To watch your pillow while you fieep, 
 
 And guard your happy days. 
 
 4 Their hands (hall bear you, left you fall 
 
 And dafh againft the ftones : 
 
 Are they not fervants at his call, 
 
 And lent t* attend his fons? 
 
 5 Adders and lions ye fhall tread ; 
 
 The tempter’s wiles defeat; 
 
 He that hath broke the ferpent’s head. 
 
 Puts him beneath your feet. - 
 
 6 ‘ Becaufe on me they fet their love, 
 
 ‘I’ll fave them,’ faith the Lord * 
 
 4 I’ll bear their joyful fouls above 
 4 Deltruftion and the fword. 
 
 7 ‘ My grace fhall anfwer when they call; 
 
 ‘ In trouble I’ll be nigh : 
 
 ‘My pow’r fhall help them when they fall* 
 
 4 Andraife them when they die. 
 
 8 ‘ Thofe that on earth my name have known 
 
 ‘ I'll honor them in heav’n ; 
 
 4 There my falvation fhall be fhown, 
 
 * And endlefti life be giv’n. 
 
 P 
 
224 PSALM XCII. 
 
 PSALM 92, Part 1, l m. 
 
 1 qWEET is thy work, my God, my King 
 D Topraife thy name, give thanks and ling 
 To {hew thy love by morning light, 
 
 And talk of all thy truth at night. 
 
 2 Sweet is the day of facred reft, 
 
 No mortal care {hall feize my break; 
 
 O may my heart in tune be found, 
 
 Like David’s harp of folemn found! 
 
 3 My heart {hall triumph in my Lord, 
 And blefs his works, and blefs his word: 
 Thy works of grace, how bright they ftiine 
 How deep thy counfels! how divine! 
 
 4 Fools never raife their thoughts io high; 
 Like brutes they live, like brutes they die 
 Like grafs they flourifh, ’till thy breath 
 Blaft them in everlafting death. 
 
 5 But I Avail ft i are a glorious part, 
 
 When grace hath well refin’d my heart, 
 And fre 111 iupplies of joy are {bed, 
 
 Like holy oil, to cheer my head. 
 
 6 Sin (my word enemy before) 
 
 Shall vex my eyes and ears no more: 
 My inward foes (ball all be {lain, 
 
 Nor Satan break my peace again. 
 
225 
 
 PSALM XCII, XCIII. 
 
 7 Then {hall I fee, and hear, and know, 
 
 All I defir’d or w idl’d below ; 
 
 And ev’ry pow’r find fvveet employ 
 In that eternal world of joy. 
 
 PSALM 92, ver. 12, isfc. Part 2, l. m. 
 
 1 T ORD, ’tis a pleafant thing to Hand 
 •L' In gardens planted by thy hand : 
 
 Let me within thy courts be feen, 
 
 Like a young cedar, frefli and green. 
 
 2 There grow thy faints in faith and love, 
 Bleft with thine influence from above; 
 
 Not Lebanon with all its trees 
 
 Yield fuch a comely fight as thefe. 
 
 3 The plants of grace fliall ever live: 
 
 (Nature decays, bat grace muft thrive) 
 Time, that doth all things elfe impair, 
 
 Still makes-them flourifli Ilrong and fair. 
 
 4 Laden with fruits of age, they (hew 
 The Lord is holy, juft, and true : 
 
 None that attend his gates fliall find 
 A God unfaithful or unkind. 
 
 PSALM 93, 1ft Metre. As the 100 th Psalm , 
 
 1 JEHOVAH reigns: he dwells in light, 
 t Girded with majefty and might: 
 
 The world, created by his hands, 
 
 Still on its firft foundation ftands* 
 
226 PSALM XCIII. 
 
 2 But ere this fpacious world was made, 
 
 Or had its firit foundation laid, 
 
 Thy throne eternal ages Hood, 
 
 Thyfelf the ever-Living God. 
 
 3 Like floods the angry nations rife, 
 
 And aim their rage againit the Ikies; 
 Vain floods, that aim their rage fohigh! 
 At thy rebuke the billows die. 
 
 4 For ever fhall thy throne endure ; 
 
 Thy promife Hands for ever lure; 
 
 And everlafling holineis 
 Becomes the dwellings of thy grace. 
 
 PSALM 93, 2d Metre. As the old 50th Psalm. 
 
 1 TEE Lord of glory, he reigns on high: 
 
 * His robes of Hate are Hrength& majeily: 
 This wide creation rofe at his command, 
 Built by his word,and Hablilh’d by his hand: 
 Long Hood his throne ere he began creation, 
 And his own Godhead is the firm foundation. 
 
 2 God is th* eternal King. Thy foes in vain 
 Raife their rebellions to confound thy reign: 
 In vain the ilorms, in vain the Hoods arile 
 
 ■ And roar, and tol's their waves againit the 
 Ikies : 
 
 Foaming at heav’n, they rage with wild com¬ 
 motion, [ocean. 
 
 But heav’n’s high arches fcorn the fvvelimg 
 
PSALM XCI1I. 22 7 
 
 3 Ye tempefts rage no more ; ye floods be Hill; 
 And the mad world fubmiffive to his will : 
 But on his truth his churcli muft ever hand: 
 Firm are his promises, and itrong his hand : 
 See his own fon.s, when they appear before 
 him, 
 
 Bow at hisfootftool, and with fear adore him. 
 PSALM 93, 3d Metre. As the old 122c/ Psalm. 
 
 1 r pflE Lord Jehovah reigns, 
 
 * And royal hate maintains. 
 
 His head with awful glories crown’d; 
 Array’d in robes of light, 
 
 Begirt with ibv’reign might, 
 
 And rays of majelty around. 
 
 2 Upheld by thy commands 
 The world fecurely Hands ; 
 
 And Ikies and liars obey thy word : 
 
 Thv throne was fix’d on high 
 
 j Q 
 
 Before the Harry Iky ; 
 
 Eternal is thy kingdom, Lord. 
 
 3 In vain the noify crowd, 
 
 Like billows fierce and loud, 
 
 AgainH thine empire rage and roar : 
 
 In vain, with angry fpite, 
 
 The furly nations fight. 
 
 And daihdike waves againil the flior®. 
 
228* PSALM XCIV. 
 
 4 Let floods and nations rage, 
 
 And all their povv’rs engage ,* 
 
 Let fwelling tides affault the Iky ; 
 
 The terrors of thy frown 
 Shall beat their madneis down; 
 
 Thy throne for ever Hands on high. 
 
 5 Thy promifes are true, 
 
 Thy grace is ever new : 
 
 There fix’d thy church (hall ne’er remove: 
 The faints with holy fear 
 Shall in thy courts appear, 
 
 And fing thine everlalling love. 
 
 Be peat the fourth stanza to complete the tune; 
 PSALM 94, ver, 1, 2, 7—14, Part 1, c. m. 
 
 1 A GOI), to whom revenge belongs, 
 
 Proclaim thy wrath aloud ; 
 
 Let fov’reign pow’r redrefs our wrongs, 
 Let jultice finite the proud. 
 
 2 They fay, ‘ The Lord nor fees nor hears;’ 
 
 AVhen will the fools be wife ? 
 
 Can he be deaf who form’d their ears 1 
 Or blind who made their eyes ? 
 
 3 He knows their impious thoughts are vain, 
 
 And they (hall feel his pow’r ; 
 
 His wrath (hall pierce their fouls with pam 
 In fome furpriling hour. 
 
229 
 
 PSALM XCIV. 
 
 4 But if thy faints deferve rebuke, 
 
 Thou halt a gentler rod ; 
 
 Thy providences and thy book 
 Shall make them know their God. 
 
 5 Bleft is the man thy hands chaftife, 
 
 And to his duty draw: 
 
 Thy .fcourges make thy children wife. 
 When they forget thy law. 
 
 6 But God will ne’er call oif his faints. 
 
 Nor his own promife break ; 
 
 He pardons his inheritance 
 For their Redeemer’s fake. 
 
 PSALM 94, ver. 16—23, Part 2, c m. 
 
 1 TXT'HO will arife and plead my right 
 ^ ' Againll ray num’rous foes 1 
 
 While earth and hell their force unite, 
 And all my hopes oppofe. 
 
 2 Had not the Lord, my rock, my help, 
 
 Suftain’d mv fainting head, 
 
 My life had now in lilence dwelt. 
 
 My foul amongll the dead. . * 
 
 3 * Alas ! my Biding feet,’ I cry’d ; < 
 
 Thy promife was my prop : 
 
 Thy grace iiood conllant by my -fide. 
 Thy fpirit bore me up. , f 
 
230 PSALM XCV. 
 
 4* While multitudes of mournful thoughts 
 Within my bofom roil, 
 
 Thy boundlefs love forgives my faults, 
 Thy comforts cheer my foul. 
 
 5 Pow’rs of iniquity may rife. 
 
 And frame pernicious laws ; 
 
 Buf God, my refuge, rules the Ikies, 
 
 He will defend my caule. 
 
 6 Let malice vent her rage aloud, 
 
 Let bold blafphemers fcoft ; 
 
 The Lord our God (hail judge the proud, 
 And cut the tinners off. 
 
 PSALM 95, c m. 
 
 1 CTNG to the Lord Jehovah's name, 
 
 ^ And in his lirength rejoice ; 
 When,his faivation is our theme, 
 
 Exalted be our voice. 
 
 2 With thanks approach his awful light, 
 
 And pfahns of honor ling ; 
 
 The Lord s a God of botindlefs might, 
 The whole creation’s King ! 
 
 3 Let princes hear, let angels know, 
 
 How mean their natures ieem ; 
 Thofe gods on high, and gods below, 
 When once compar'd with him. 
 
PSALM XCV. 231 
 
 4 Earth, with its caverns dark and deep, 
 
 Lies in his ipacious hand, 
 
 He fix’d the leas what bounds to keep, 
 
 And where the hills mult Hand. 
 
 5 Come, and with humble fouls adore; 
 
 Come, kneel before his face ; 
 
 0 may the creatures of his pow’r 
 Be children of his grace ! , 
 
 6 Now is the time : he bends his ear. 
 
 And waits for your requeit: 
 
 Come, lell he rouze his wrath, and fw ear, 
 ♦ Ye fhall not fee my red.* 
 
 PSALM 95, s. m. 
 
 1 pOME. found his praife abroad, 
 
 ^ And hy mns of glory ling ; 
 
 Jehovah is the lov’reign God, 
 
 The univerfal King. 
 
 2 He form’d the deeps unknown s 
 
 He gave the leas their bound ; 
 
 The wat’ry worlds are all his own. 
 
 And all the foiid ground. 
 
 3 Come, worfhip at his throne. 
 
 Come, bow before the Lord ; 
 
 We are his works, and not our own, 
 
 He form’d us by his word. 
 
232 PSALM XCV. 
 
 4 To-day attend his voice, 
 
 Nor dare provoke his rod ; 
 
 Come, like the people of his choice, 
 
 And own your gracious God. 
 
 5 But if your ears refufe 
 
 The language of his grace, 
 
 And hearts grow hard, like ilubborn Jews, 
 That unbelieving race; 
 
 6 The Lord in vengeance dreft, 
 
 Will lift his hand and lwear, 
 
 * You that defpife my promis’d reft 
 4 Shall have no portion there.’ 
 
 PSALM 95, ver. 1, 2, 3, 6—11, l m. 
 
 1 pOME, let our voices join to rail’e 
 
 A facred long of folemn praile; 
 God is a fov’reign King, rehearfe 
 His honor in exalted verfe. 
 
 2 Come, let our fouls addrefs the Lord, 
 Who fram’d our natures with his word; 
 He is our Ihepherd ; we the (beep 
 His mercy chofe, his paftures keep. 
 
 3 Come, let us hear his voice to-day, 
 
 The counsels of his love obey ; 
 
 Nor let our harden’d hearts renew 
 The fins and plagues that Itr’el knew. 
 
233 
 
 PSALM XCVI. 
 
 4 Ifr’el, that favv his works of grace. 
 
 Tempted their Maker to his face ; 
 
 A faithlefs unbelieving brood. 
 
 That tir’d the patience of their God. 
 
 5 Thus fai th the Lord, 4 How falfe theyprovel 
 ‘Forget mypow’r, abufe my love : 
 
 ‘Since they defpife my reft, I fwear, 
 ‘Their feet lhall never enter there.’ 
 
 C [Look back, my foul, with holy dread, 
 
 And view thole ancient rebels dead, 
 
 Attend the offer’d grace to-day. 
 
 Nor lofe the bleffmg by delay. 
 
 7 Seize the kind promife, while it waits. 
 And march to Zion’s heavnTy gsttes : 
 Believe, and take the promis’d reft ; 
 
 Obey, and be for ever bleft.] 
 
 PSALM 96, ver. 1, 10, Zjfc, c. m. 
 
 1 CING to the Lord, ye diftant lands, 
 
 ^ Ye tribes of ev’ry tongue; 
 
 His new-difcover’d grace demands 
 A new and nobler long. 
 
 2 Say to the nations, Jefus reigns, 
 
 God’s own almighty Son : 
 
 His pow’r the finking world fuftains, 
 
 And grace furrounds his throne* 
 
234 PSALM XCVI. 
 
 3 Let heav’n proclaim the joyful day, 
 
 Joy thro* the earth be feen ; 
 
 Let cities Ihine in bright array, 
 
 And fields in cheerful gieen. 
 
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 4 Let an unufual joy furprize 
 
 The iHands of the iea : 
 
 Ye mountains fink, ye rallies rife, 
 Prepare the Lora his way. 
 
 5 Behold he comes ! he comes to blefs 
 
 The nations as their God ; 
 
 To (hew the world his righteoufnefs, 
 And fend his truth abroad. 
 
 6 But when his voice {hall raife the dead, 
 
 And bid the world draw near, 
 
 How will the guilty nations dread 
 To fee their judge appear ! 
 
 PSALM 96. As the Hoth Psalm. 
 
 1 T ET all \he earth their voices raite 
 
 To ling the choiceft pfalm of praife, 
 To ling and blefs Jehovah’s name: 
 His glory let the heathens know, 
 
 His wonders to the nations lhow, 
 
 And all his faving works proclaim- 
 
 2 The heathens know thy glory, Lord; 
 The wond’ring nations read thy word; 
 
 In our land is Jehovah known: 
 
 
PSALM XCVII. 235 
 
 4 
 
 Our worfliip fhall no more be paid 
 Xo gods which mortal hands have made; 
 Our Maker is our God alone. 
 
 3 He fram’d the globe, he built the Iky, 
 
 He made the ihining worlds on high, 
 
 And reigns complete in glory there; 
 
 His beams are majeily and light; 
 
 His beauties how divinely bright ! 
 
 His temple how divinely fair ! 
 
 4 Come the great day, the glorious hour, 
 
 When earth {hall feel his faving pow*r. 
 
 And barb’rous nations fear his name; 
 Then lhall the race of man confefs 
 The beauty of his holinefs, 
 
 And in his courts his grace proclaim. 
 
 PSALM 97 y ver. 1—5, Pan 1, l. m. 
 
 1 TTE reigns ; the Lord, the Saviour reigns! 
 
 Praife him in evangelic drains; 
 
 Let the whole earth in longs rejoice. 
 
 And diiiant idands join their voice. 
 
 2 Deep are his counfels and unknown; 
 
 But grace and truth fupport his throne; 
 Tho’ gloomy clouds his way furround, 
 Jnftice is their eternal ground. 
 
 3 In robes of judgment, lo ! he comes, 
 
 Shakes the w ide earth, & cleaves the tombs; 
 
236 PSALM XCVII. 
 
 Before him burns devouring fire, 
 
 The mountains melt, the feas retire. 
 
 4 His enemies, with fore difmay, 
 
 Fly from the fight, and fhun tbe day ’ 
 Then lift your heads, ye faints, on high, 
 And fing, for your redemption’s nigh. 
 
 PSALM 97, ver. 6—9, Part 2, l. m. 
 
 1 HHHE Lord is come ; the heav’ns proclain 
 
 A His birth ; the nations learn his name 
 An unknown ftar dire&s the road 
 Of eaflern fages to their God. 
 
 2 All ye bright armies of the Ikies, 
 
 Go w or {hip where the Saviour lies; 
 Angels and kings before him bow, 
 Thofe gods on high, and gods below. 
 
 3 Let idols totter to the ground, 
 
 : And their own worfiiippers confound: 
 But Judah fhout, but Zion fing, 
 
 And earth confefs her fov’reign King. 
 
 PSALM 97, Part 3, l. m. 
 
 1 npHE Almighty reigns exalted high 
 
 A O’er all the earth, o’er all the Iky; 
 Tho’ clouds and darknefs veil his feet, 
 His dwelling is the mercy-feat. 
 
 2 O ye that love his holy name, 
 
 Hate ev’ry work of fin and ftiame; 
 
PSALM XCVII. 23f 
 
 He guards the fouls of all his friends, 
 
 And from the fnares of hell defends. 
 
 3 Immortal light and joys unknown, 
 
 " Are for the faints in darknefs fown; 
 
 Thofe glorious feeds fhall fpring and rife. 
 And the bright harvelt blefs our eyes. 
 
 4 Rejoice, ye righteous, and record 
 The facred honors of the Lord ; 
 
 None but the foul that feels his grace, 
 
 Can triumph in his holinefs. 
 
 PSALM 97, ver. 1, 3, 5—7, 11, c. m. 
 
 1 yE iRands of the northern fea, 
 a Rejoice, the Saviour reigns : 
 
 His word, like fire, prepares his way, 
 
 And mountains melt to plains. 
 
 2 His prefence finks the proudefl hillS| 
 
 And makes the vallies rife ; 
 
 The humble foul enjoys his fmiles, 
 
 The haughty Tinner dies. 
 
 3 The heav’ns his rightful powhr proclaim, 
 
 The idol-gods around, 
 
 Fill their own worfliippers with fhame, 
 
 And totter to the ground* 
 
 4 Adoring angels at his birth 
 
 Make the Redeemer known $ 
 
m PSALM XCVIIT. 
 
 Thus {hall he come to judge the earth, 
 And angels guard nis throne. 
 
 5 His foes (hall tremble at his fight, 
 
 And hills and feas retire ; 
 
 His children take their unknown flight, 
 And leave the world on fire. 
 
 £ The feeds of joy and glory fown 
 For faints in darknefs here. 
 
 Shall rife and ipring in worlds unknown, 
 And a rich harveil bear. 
 
 PSALM 98, Part 1, c. m. 
 
 1 rpO our almighty Maker, God, 
 
 A New honors be addrell; 
 
 His great falvation fhines abroad, 
 
 And makes the nations bleit. 
 
 2 He fpake the word to Abr’am firft 
 
 His truth fulfils the grace ; 
 
 The Gentiles make his name their trull, 
 And learn his righteoulnels. 
 
 3 Let the whole earth his love proclaim 
 
 With all her different tongues ; 
 
 And fpread the honors of his name 
 In melody and longs. 
 
 PSALM 98, Part 2, c. M. 
 
 1 TOY to the world; the Lord is come’ 
 Let earth receive her king: 
 
239 
 
 PSALM XCIX. 
 
 Let ev’ry heart prepare him room, 
 
 And heav’n and nature ling. 
 
 2 Joy to the earth, the Saviour reigns! 
 
 Let men their longs employ ; [plains. 
 While fields and floods, rocks, hills and 
 Repeat the founding joy. 
 
 3 No more let fins and forrows grow, 
 
 Nor thorns infefl the ground j 
 He comes to make his bl tilings flow. 
 
 Far as the curfe is found. 
 
 4 He rules the world with truth and grace 
 
 And makes the nations prove 
 The glories of his righteoufnefs, 
 
 And wonders of his love. 
 
 PSALM 99, Parti, s. m. 
 
 1 nnHE God Jehovah reigns, 
 
 * Let all the nations fear ; 
 
 Let Tinners tremble at his. throne, 
 
 And faints be humble there. 
 
 2 Jefus the fov’reign reigns. 
 
 Let earth adore its Lord ; 
 
 Bright cherubs his attendants hand, 
 
 Swift to fulfil his word. 
 
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240 psalm xcni. 
 
 3 In Zion is his throne, 
 
 His honors are divine : 
 
 His church instil make his wonders known 
 For there his glories hone. 
 
 4 IIow holy is his name ' 
 
 How terrible his graife. # . 
 
 Jultice and truth, and judgment, join 
 In all his works o 'grace 
 
 PSALM 99, Part 2, s m. 
 
 1 17 X ALT the Lord our God, 
 
 H* And vvorfhip at hL Feet, 
 
 His nature is all holinefs, 
 
 And mercy is his ieat. 
 
 2 When liVel was his church, 
 
 When Aaron was his prieft, 
 
 When Mofes cry’d. when Samuel pra\ u 
 He gave his people reft. 
 
 3 OFt he forgave their fins. 
 
 Nor would deftroy their race ; 
 
 - And oft he made his vengeance known 
 When they abus’d his grace. 
 
 4 Exalt the Lord our God, 
 
 Whole grace is Hill the fame ; 
 
 Still he’s a God of holinefs. 
 
 And jealous for his name. 
 
241 
 
 PSALM C. 
 
 PSALM 100. Firit Metre. 
 
 A plain translation. 
 
 1 vrE nations round the earth, rejoice 
 * Before the Lord, your fov’reign King; 
 Serve him with cheerful heart and voice, 
 With all your tongues his glory ling. 
 
 2 The Lord is God: his he alone 
 
 Doth life, and breath, and being give : 
 
 We are his work, and not our own ; 
 
 The fheep that on his paltures live. 
 
 3 Enter his gates with fongs of joy. 
 
 With praifes to his courts repair; 
 
 And make it your divine employ 
 
 To pay your thanks and honors there* 
 
 4 The Lord is good, the Lord is kind ; 
 
 Great is his grace, his mercy fure : 
 
 And the whole race of man (hall find 
 His truth from age to age endure. 
 
 PSALM 100, Second Metre. 
 
 A paraphrase. 
 
 1 J)EFORE Jehovah’s awful throne, 
 
 Ye nations bow with facrea joy ; 
 
 Know that the Lord is God alone ; 
 
 He can create, and he deftroy, 
 
 2 His fov’reign power, without our aid. 
 
 Made us of clay, and form’d us men 
 
242 PSALM Cl. 
 
 And when, like wand’ringlheep weftray'd, 
 He brought us to his fold again. 
 
 3 Wc are his people, we his care, 
 
 Our fouls, a lid all our mortal frame: 
 What 1 ailing honors lhall we rear, 
 Almighty maker, to thy name ? 
 
 4 We’li croud thy gates with thankful fongs, 
 
 High as the heav’n our voices raile; 
 And earth, with her ten thoufandtongues, 
 Shall till thy courts with founding praile. 
 
 5 Wide as the world is thy command, 
 
 Valt as eternity thy love ! 
 
 Firm as a rpck thv truth mull lland, 
 When rolling \ears lhall ceale to move. 
 
 PSALM 101, n. m. 
 
 1 IV/TKRCY and judgment are my fong; 
 1V1 And.iinee they both to thee belong, 
 My gracious God my righteous King! 
 To thee my fongs and vows I 11 bring. 
 
 2 If l am rais’d to bear the Iword, 
 
 I’ll take mv counfels trom thy word; 
 Thy julVice and thy heav’nly grace 
 Shall be the pattern of my ways. 
 
 I.et wil'd cm all my actions guide, 
 
 And let my God with me re fide j 
 
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243 
 
 PSALM Cl. 
 
 No wicked thing {hall dwell with me 
 Which may provoke ihy jealouiy. 
 
 4 No fons of Hander, rage, and ftrife, 
 
 Shall be companions‘of my life ; 
 
 The haughty look, the heart of pride, 
 Within my doors (hall ne’er abide. 
 
 5 [I’ll fearch the land, and raife the juft 
 To polls of honor, wealth, and trult: 
 The men that work thy holy will 
 Shall be my friends and fav’rites ft ill. 
 
 6 In vain {hall finners hope to rife 
 By Hatt’ring, or malicious lies : 
 
 And while the innocent I guard, 
 
 The bold offenders (han’t be ipar’d. 
 
 7 The impious crew (the fa^iqus band) 
 Shall hide their heads, or quit the land; 
 And all that break the public reft, 
 
 Where I have pow’r, (hall be fuppreft. 
 
 PSALM 101, c. m. 
 
 Thy grace and j u it ice, heav’niy King, 
 Teach me to rule my lioule. 
 
 2 Now to my tent, O God, repair, 
 
 And make thy fervant wife ; 
 
244 PSALM CIX. 
 
 I’ll fuller nothing near me there 
 That ihall offend thine eyes. 
 
 3 The man that doth his neighbour wrong, 
 
 By faifehood or by force, 
 
 The fcornful eye, the fland’rous tongue, 
 I’ll thru It them from my doors. 
 
 4 I’ll fcek the faithful and the juft, 
 
 And will their help enjoy ; 
 
 Thefe are the friends that I Ihall truft, 
 The fervants 1*11 employ. 
 
 5 The wretch that deals in fly deceit 
 
 I’ll not endure a night ; 
 
 The liars tongue I’ll ever hate, 
 
 And banilh from my fight. 
 
 6 I’ll purge my family around. 
 
 And make the wicked flee ; 
 
 So Avail my hcufe be ever found 
 A dwelling lit for thee. 
 
 PSALM 102, ver. 1—13,20/21, Parti, c. x. 
 
 1 LIE A R me O God nor hide thy face, 
 
 But anfwer. left I die : 
 
 Haft thou not built a throne of grace, 
 
 To hear when flnners cry ? 
 
 2 My davs are wafted like the fmoke 
 
 Diffolving in the air : 
 
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 PSALM CII. 245 
 
 Mv ftrength is dry’ll my heart is broke, 
 And finking in tielpail. 
 
 fpirits flag like with’ringgrafs, 
 
 Burnt with exceifive heat : 
 
 InlVcret groans my minutes pafs, 
 
 And I forget to eat. 
 
 4 As on Come lonely building’s top. 
 
 The fparrow tells her moan. 
 
 Far from the tents of joy and hope 
 [ fit and grieve alone. 
 
 5 My foul is like a wilderncfs 
 
 Where beads of midnight howl; ■ 
 
 There the fad raven finds her place, 
 
 And there the {'creaming owl 
 
 6 Dark di final thoughts and boding fears 
 
 Dwell in my troubled bread. 
 
 While {harp reproaches wound my ears. 
 Nor give my ipirit reft. 
 
 7 My cup is mingled with my woes, 
 
 And tears are my repait ; 
 
 My daily bread, like allies grows 
 Unpleafant to my tafle. 
 
 8 Senfe can afford no real joy 
 
 To fouls that feel thy frown ; 
 
 Lord, hvvas thy hand advanc’d me high ; 
 Thy hand hath call me down. 
 
246 PSALM C1I. 
 
 9 My looks like wither’d leaves appear; 
 And life’s declining light 
 Grows faint as ev’ning ihadows are, 
 That vaniili into night. 
 
 10 But thou for ever art the fame, 
 
 O nay eternal God ! 
 
 Ages to come (hall know thy name, 
 
 And fpread thy works abroad. . 
 
 11 Thou wilt arife and iltew thy face, 
 
 Nor will my Lord delay 
 Beyond th’ appointed hour of grace, 
 That long expe&ed day. 
 
 12 He hears his faints, he knows their cry, 
 
 And by myilerious ways 
 Redeems the pris’ners doom’d to die, 
 And fills their tongues withpraile. 
 
 PSALM 102, ver 13—21, Part 2, c m. 
 
 1 T ET Zion and her Tons rejoice: 
 
 Behold the promis’d hour; 
 
 Her God hath heard her mourning voice, 
 And comes t’ exalt his pow r. 
 
 2 Her dull and ruins that remain 
 
 Are precious in our eyes ; 
 
 Thofe ruins {hall be built again, 
 
 And all that dull (hall liie. 
 
PSALM CII. 24 7 
 
 » The Lord will raife Jerufalem, 
 
 And Hand in glory there: 
 
 Nat ions (hall bow before liis name, 
 
 And kings attend with fear. 
 
 4 He fits a fov’reign on his throne, 
 
 With pity in his eyes : 
 
 He hears the dying pris’ners groan 
 And lees their iighs ante. 
 
 5 He frees the fouls condemn’d to death ; 
 
 And when his faints complain, 
 
 It {han’t be laid, ‘That praying breath 
 * Was ever fpent in vain/ 
 
 6 This fhall be known when we are dead 
 
 And left on long record, 
 
 That ages yet unborn may read, 
 
 And trull and praife the Lord. 
 
 PSALM 102, ver, 23—28, Part 3, l. m. 
 
 1 tT is the Lord our Saviour’s hand 
 
 A Weakens our ilrength amidit the race 5 
 Difeafe and death at his command 
 Arreft us, and cut (hort our days.* 
 
 2 Spare us, O Lord, aloud we pray, 
 
 Nor let our fun go down at noon ; 
 
 Thy years are one eternal day, * 
 
 And mull thy child, en die fo foon 1 
 
248 PSALM CIII. 
 
 3 Yet, in the midil of death and grief, 
 
 This thought our forrow {hall afluage; 
 
 4 Our Fa'her and our Saviour live; 
 
 « Chrift is the lame thro’ ev’ry age. 
 
 4 *Twas he this earth’s foundation laid; 
 
 H eav’n is the building of his hand : [fade, 
 This earth grows olcl, thele heav’ns (hall 
 And all be chang’d at his command. 
 
 5 The Harry curtains of the Iky, 
 
 Like garments fhall be laid afide ; 
 
 But Hill thy throne Hands firm and high; 
 Thy church for ever mult abide. 
 
 6 Before thy face thy church {hall live, 
 And on thy throne thy children reign; 
 This dying world {hall they turvive, 
 And the dead faints be rais’d again. 
 
 PSALM 103, ver. 1—7, Part 1, l. m. 
 
 1 T) LESS, O my foul, tbe living God, 
 
 Call home thy tho’ts that rove abroad, 
 Let all the pow’rs within me join 
 In work and worlliip fo divine 
 
 2 Biefs. O my foul, the God of grace ; 
 
 His favors claim thy higheft praile : 
 "Why fhould the wonders he hath wrought 
 B# loH in filence and forgot ? 
 
249 
 
 PSALM cm. 
 
 )T :, he, my'foul, that Cent his Son 
 T lie for crimes which thou hail done : 
 
 owns the ranfom, and forgives 
 ThetourhWl.es of cur hve-s. 
 
 The vices of the mind he heals, 
 
 ' And cures the pains that nature feels : 
 Redeems the foul from hell, and laves 
 Our walling life from threatening graves. 
 
 * Our youth decay’d his pow’r repairs; 
 His mercy crowns our growing years : 
 He fatisties our mouth with good 
 And tills our hopes with heav nly food. 
 
 6 He fees th’ oppreffor and th’ oppreft, 
 And often gives the fuff’rers reft, 
 
 But will his jultice more difplay 
 In the lalt great rewarding day. 
 
 7 [His pow’r he {View’d by Motes’ hands. 
 And iave to llr’el his commands ; 
 
 But ferit&t truth and mercy down 
 To all the nations by his Son, 
 
 g Let the whole earth his pow’r confefs { 
 Let the whole earth adore, hi* grace. 
 The Gentile witfi the Jew fhall join 
 In work and worfhtp fo divine.J 
 
250 PSALM C1II. 
 
 PSALM 103, ver, 8—18, Part 2, l. m. 
 
 1 'T'HE Lord, how wond’rous arehisway* 
 
 How firm his truth ,how large his grace. 
 He takes his mercy for his throne, 
 
 And thence he makes his glories known 
 
 2 Not half fo high his pow’r hath fpread 
 The llarrv heav’ns above our head, 
 
 As his rich love exceeds our praife, 
 Exceeds the highell hopes we raile. 
 
 o Not half fo far hath nature plac’d 
 The riling morning from the welt, 
 
 As his forgiving grace removes 
 The daily guilt of thofe he loves. 
 
 4 How llowly doth his wrath arile! 
 
 On fwifter wings falvation flies: 
 
 And if he lets his anger burn, 
 
 How loon his frowns to pity turn 1 
 
 5 Amidft his wrath companion fliines, 
 His ftrokes are lighter than our lins, 
 And while his rod corrects his faints, 
 His ear indulges their complaints. 
 
 6 So fathers their young fons challife 
 With gentle hands and melting eyes, 
 The children weep beneath the lmart, 
 And move the pity of their heart. 
 
PSALM CIII. 
 
 PAUSE. 
 
 r The mighty God, the wife and juft, 
 Knows that our frame is feeble dull. 
 And will no heavy loads impoie 
 Beyond the ilrength that he bellows. 
 
 g He knows how foon our nature dies, 
 Blaited by ev’ry wind that flies, 
 
 I ike grafs we ipring, and die as foon,. 
 Or morning flow’rs that fade at noon. 
 
 g But his eternal love is fure 
 To all the faints, and fhall endure. 
 
 From age to age his truth (hall reign. 
 Nor children’s children hope in vain. 
 
 PSALM 103, ver. 1—7, Part 1, s. m, 
 
 1 BLESS the Lord, my foul! , 
 
 Let all within me join, 
 
 And aid my tongue to blefs his name., 
 Whole favors are divine. 
 
 I 0 blefs the Lord, my foul! 
 
 Nor let his mercies lie 
 Forgotten in unthankfulnefs, 
 
 And without praifes die. 
 
 3 Tis he forgives thy fins, 
 
 Tis he relieves thy pain ; 
 
 »Tis he that heals thy ficknifle'y 
 And makes thee young again. 
 
 251 
 
152 PSALM CIII. 
 
 4 He crowns thy life with love, 
 
 When ranfonVd from the grave ; 
 
 He that redeem’d my foul from hell 
 Hath fov’reign pow’r to fave. 
 
 5 He fills the poor with good, 
 
 He gives the fulPrers reil, 
 
 The Lord hath judgments for the proud, 
 And jultice for th* oppreit. 
 
 6 His wond’rous works and ways 
 
 He made by Moles known, 
 
 But lent the world his truth and grace 
 By his beloved Son. 
 
 PSALM 103, ver. 8—18, Part 2, s. m. 
 
 1 TV/TY foul, repeat his praife, 
 
 1V1 whole mercies are fo great^ 
 Wliofe anger is fo How to rile, 
 
 So ready to abate. 
 
 12 God will not always chide ; 
 
 And when his ilrokes are felt, 
 
 His Ilrokes are fewer than our crimes, 
 And lighter than our guilt. 
 
 3 High as the heav’ns are rais’d 
 Above the ground we tread, 
 
 So far the riches of his grace 
 Our highell thoughts exceed. 
 
from 
 
 It remove 
 
 To thole that tear his name, 
 
 Js fuch as tender parents reel, 
 
 He knows our feeble frame. 
 
 6 He knows we are but duff, 
 
 Scatter’d with ev’ry breath, 
 
 His anger, like a riling wind, 
 
 Can fend us fwift to death. 
 
 7 Our days are as the grabs, 
 
 Or like the morning fiow’r, 
 
 If one lharp blah fweep o’er the field, 
 
 It withers in an hour. 
 
 8 But thy companions, Lord, 
 
 To endlefs > ears endure. 
 
 And children’s children ever find 
 Thy words of promife fure. 
 
 PSALM 13, ver, 19—22, Part 3, s. m. 
 
 1 'T'HE Lord, the fov’reign King, 
 
 * Hath fix’d his throne on high, 
 O’er all the heav’nly world he rules, 
 And all beneath the fky. 
 
254 PSALM CIV. 
 
 2 Ye angels, great in might, 
 
 And fwift to do his will, 
 
 Blefs ye the Lord, whofe voice ye hear, 
 Whofe pleafure ye fulfil. 
 
 3 Let the bright holts who wait 
 
 The orders of their King, 
 
 And guard his churches when they pray, 
 Join in the praife they fing. 
 
 4 While all his wond’rous works 
 
 Thro* his vail kingdom (hew 
 Their maker’s glory, thou, my foul, 
 Shalt fing his graces too. 
 
 PSALM 104/ l. m. 
 
 1 l\/fY foul, thy great Creator praife ; 
 lvi When cloth/d in his celehial rays, 
 He in full majelty appears, 
 
 And like a robe his glory wears. 
 
 Note, This psalm may be sung to the tune of tlx 
 old or V27tb psalm , by adding these too 
 
 lines to every stanza , namely , 
 
 Great is the Lord ; what tongue can frame 
 An equal honor to his name l 
 
 Otherwise it must be sung as the 100 th psalm, 
 
 2 The heav’ns are for his curtains fpread, 
 Th* unfathom’d deep he makes his be 
 
PSALM CIV . 255 
 
 Clouds are his chariot, when he flies, 
 
 Oil winged ilorms acrofs the flues. 
 
 3 Angels, whom his own breath tnfpires. 
 
 His minifters, are flaming fires ; 
 
 And fwift as thought their armies move 
 To bear his vengeance, or his love. 
 
 4 The world’s foundations by his hand 
 Areppis’d* and (hall forever ftand: 
 
 He binds the ocean in his chain. 
 
 Left it fhould drown the earth again. 
 
 5 When earth was cover’d with the flood. 
 Which high above the mountains flood. 
 
 He thunder’d, and the ocean fled. 
 
 Confin’d to its appointed bed. 
 
 6 The fweiling billows know their bound, 
 And in their channels walk their round ; 
 
 Yet thence convey’d by fecret veins. 
 
 They lpring on hills and drench the plains* 
 
 7 He bids the cry Hal fountains flow, 
 
 And cheer the vallies as they go. 
 
 Tame heifers there their thirft allay. 
 
 And for the llream wild affes bray. 
 
 8 From pleafant trees that (hade the brink, 
 The lark and linnet light to drink 
 
 Their fongs the lark and linnet raife. 
 
 And chide our filenee in hls.praif«^ 
 
 R 
 
256 PSALM CIV. 
 
 FAUSE I. 
 
 9 God, from his cloudy ciftern, pours 
 On the parch’d earth enriching ihow’rs; 
 The grove, the garden, and the held, 
 
 A thoufand joyful blelungs yield. 
 
 10 He makes the graffy food arife, 
 
 And gives the cattle large iupplies; 
 With herbs for man, of various pow’r, 
 To nourilh nature, or to cure. 
 
 11 What noble fruit the vines produce! 
 The olive yields a fhining juice, 
 
 Qur hearts are cheer’d w ith gen’rous wine, 
 With inward joy our faces fliiue. 
 
 12 Ilis bounteous hands our table 1 pread, 
 With nature's chief lupporter, bread, 
 While bread your vital ilrength imparts, 
 Serve him with vigour in your hearts. 
 
 PAUSE 11. 
 
 13 Behold the (lately cedar hands, 
 
 Rais’d in the forelt by his hands: 
 Birds tp the bows for (belter fly, 
 
 And build their nelts fecure on high. 
 
 14 To craggy hills afeend the goat; 
 
 And at the airy mountain’s foot 
 The feebler creatures make their ceil, 
 He gives them wifdom where to dyvei 
 
25? 
 
 PSALM CiV. 
 
 15 He fets the fun his circling* race, 
 
 Appoints the moon to change her face, 
 And when thick darknefs veils the day, 
 Calls out wild beads to hunt their prey* 
 
 16 Fierce lions lead their young abroad, 
 
 And roaring afk their meat from God, 
 
 But when the morning beams arife, 
 
 The favage beads to covert flies. 
 
 17 Then man to daily labor goes: 
 
 The night was made for his repofe, 
 
 Sleep is thy gift, that fweet relief 
 From tirefome toil and wading grief. 
 
 18 How ftrange thy works? how great thy /kill! 
 And ev'rv land thy riches fill: 
 
 Thy wifdom round the world we fee,. 
 This fpacious earth is full of thee. 
 
 19 Nor lefs thy glories in the deep, 
 
 Where fidi in millions fwim and creep, 
 With wond’rous motions, fwift or dow, 
 Still wand’ring in the paths below. 
 
 20 There {hips divide their vvat’ry way, 
 
 And flocks of fcaly monders play 
 There dwells the huge Leviathan, 
 
 And founts and fports in fpite of man. 
 
 pause in. 
 
 21 Vail are thy works, almighty Lord 1 • 
 
 All nature reds upon thy word, 
 
95 g PSALM Cfv. 
 
 And the whole race of creatures Hands, 
 Waiting their portion from thy hands. 
 
 22 While each receives his difi’rent food, 
 Their cheerful looks pronounce it good; 
 Eagles and hears, and whales and worms, 
 Rejoice and praife in difPrent forms. 
 
 23 But when thy face is hid, they mourn, 
 And dying, to their dull return. 
 
 Both man and bead their iouls refign, 
 Life, breath, and ipirit, all are thine. 
 
 25 
 
 04 Yet thou cand breathe on dud again, 
 And fill the world with beads and men; 
 A word of thy creating breath 
 Repairs the wades of time and death. 
 
 His works, the wonders of his might, 
 Are honor'd with his own delight, 
 How awful are his glorious ways ! 
 
 The Lord is dreadful in his praite. 
 
 26 The earth hands trembling at thy ftroke. 
 
 And at thy touch the mountains fraoke, 
 
 Yet humble fouls may lee thy tace, 
 
 . . _ ~ nrn cri 
 
 
 27 In thee my hopes and fifties meet, 
 And make my meditations lweet, 
 Thy praifes (hall my breath employ 
 Till it expire in endlsXs joy. 
 
259 
 
 PSALM CV. 
 
 28 While haughty Tinners die accurft, 
 
 Their glory burv’dwiih their dull, 
 
 1, to my God, my heav’nly King, 
 
 Immortal hallelujahs ling. 
 
 PSALM 105. Abridged, c. m. 
 
 1 /^IVE thanks to God, invoke his name, 
 v And tell the world his grace ; 
 
 Sound thro' the earth his deeds of fame, 
 That all may feek his face. 
 
 2 His cov’nant, which he kept in mind 
 
 For num'rous ages pall, 
 
 To num’rons ages yet behind 
 In equal force lhall Jail. 
 
 5 He fware to Abram and his feed. 
 
 And made the ble fling fure ; 
 
 Gentiles the ancient promife read, 
 
 And find his truth endure. 
 
 4 * Thy feed lhall make all nations blelt, 
 
 (Said the almighty voice) 
 
 * And Canaan’s land (hall be their reil, 
 
 4 The type of heav’nly joys.* 
 
 5 [How large the grant! how rich the grace ! 
 
 To give them Canaan's land, 
 
 When they were ilrangers in the place, 
 A little feeble band l 
 
o 6 0 PSALM CV. 
 
 6 Like pilgrims thro* the countries round 
 
 Securely they remove ; 
 
 And haughty kings that on them frown u, 
 Severely he reprov’d. 
 
 7 * Touch mine anointed, and my arm 
 
 < Shall loon revenge the wrong : 
 
 4 The man that does my prophets harm 
 * Shall know their God is ltrong. 
 
 B Then let the world forbear its rage, 
 Nor put the church in fear : 
 lir’el mull live thro* ev’ry age. 
 
 And be th’ Almighty’s care J 
 
 PAUSE I. 
 
 9 When Pharaoh dar'd to vex the faints, 
 And thus provok’d their God,. 
 Moles was lent, at their complaints, 
 Arm’d with his dreadful rod. 
 
 10 He call’d for darknefs, darkneis came 
 
 Like an o’erwhelming flood ; 
 
 He turn’d each lake and ev’ry meant 
 To lakes and llreams of blood. 
 
 11 He gave the fign, and noifome flies 
 
 Thro* the whole country Ipread; 
 And frogs, in croaking armies, ri e 
 About the monarch s bed. 
 
Psalm cv. m. 
 
 12 Thro* fields, and towns, and palace*, 
 
 The ten-fold vengeance flew ; 
 
 Locutls in (warms devour’d their trees, 
 And hail their cattle Hew. 
 
 13 Then by an angel's midnight ftroke 
 
 The flow’r of Egypt dy’d ; 
 
 The itrengch of.ev’ry houfe was broke* 
 Their glory and their .pride. 
 
 14 Now let the world forbear its rage* 
 
 Nor put the church in fea^: 
 
 Ifr’el mult live thro* ev’ry age, 
 
 And be the Almighty’s care; 
 
 PAUSE II. 
 
 15 Thus were the tribes froni bondage brought 
 
 And left the hated ground : 
 
 Each fome Egyptian fpoils had got, 
 
 And not one feeble found. 
 
 16 The Lord himfelf chofe out their vVay, 
 
 And hiark’d their journies right, 
 
 Gave them a leading cloud by day, 
 
 A fiery guide y night. 
 
 17 They thirit; and waters from thfc rock 
 
 in rich abundance flow* 
 
 And following fliU the eourfie thdy took, 
 Ran all the defart thro’. 
 
 18 0 wond’rous ftream ! C> blcffed type 
 
 Of Overflowing grace! 
 
4 
 
 262 PSALM CVL 
 
 So Chrift our rock maintains our life 
 Thro’ all this wildernefs. 
 
 19 Thus guarded by th* Almighty hand 
 
 The cboiea tribes pofleft 
 Canaan the rich, the promis’d land, 
 And there enjoy’d their reil. 
 
 20 Then let the world forbear its rage, 
 
 The church renounce her tear; 
 
 Iff el mull live thro' ev’ry age, 
 
 And be the Almighty’s care. 
 
 PSALM 106, ver. 1—5, Parti, l m. 
 
 1 r pG God the great, the ever-blelt, 
 
 -*• Let longs of honor be addreit: 
 
 His mercy firm for ever hands; 
 
 Give him the thanks his love demands. 
 
 2 Who knows the wonders of thy ways; 
 Who fhall fainl thy boundlefs praife 1 
 Blell are the fouls that fear thee itill, 
 And pay their duty to thy will. 
 
 3 Remember what thy mercy did, 
 
 For Jacob’s race, thy chofen feed ; 
 And with the fame lalvation blels 
 Theineancft fupplianr of thy grace. 
 
 4 O may I fee thy tribes rejoice, 
 
 And aid their triumphs with my voice 
 
PSALM CVI. 263 
 
 This is my glory, Lord, to be . 
 
 join’d to thy faints, and near to thee. 
 
 l’SALM 106, ver. 7, &, 12—14,43—48* 
 Part 2, s m. 
 
 i /^OD of eternal love, 
 
 VJ How fickle are our ways ! 
 
 And yet how oft did lfr’el prove 
 Thy conltancy of grace 1 
 
 o They faw thyswonders wrought, 
 
 " And then thy praife they fung; 
 
 But loon thy works of pow’r forgot, 
 
 And murmur’d w ith their tongue. 
 
 o Now they believe his word. 
 
 While rocks, with rivers flow ; 
 
 Now, with their lulls provoke the Lord, 
 And he reduc’d them low. 
 
 t Yet when they mourn’d their faults, 
 
 He hearken’d to their groans, 
 
 Brought his own cov’nant to his thoughts, 
 And call’d them Hill his Tons. 
 
 j Their names were in his book, 
 
 He fav’d them from their foes ; 
 
 Oft he challis’d, but ne’er forfook. 
 
 The people that he cliofe. 
 
 6 Let Ifr’el blefs the Lord, 
 
 Who lov’d their ancieht race ; 
 
264 PSALM CVIi. 
 
 And chriftians join the foiemn word 
 Amen, to all the praife. 
 
 PSALM 107, Parti, L. fit. 
 
 1 P IVE thanks to God, he reigns above: 
 
 Kind are his thoughts,his name is love; 
 H is mercy ages pad have known, 
 
 And ages long to come fhall own. 
 
 2 Let the redeemed of the Lord 
 The wonders of his grace record ; 
 
 Ifr'el, the nation whom he chofe, 
 
 And refcu’d from their mighty foe3. 
 
 3 [When God’s almighty arm had broke 
 Their fetters and th* Egyptian yoke, 
 They trac’d the defart, wand’ring round 
 A wild and foiitary ground ! 
 
 4 There they could find no leading road, 
 Nor city for a fix'd abode ; 
 
 Nor food nor fountain to afluage 
 Their burning third, or hunger’s rage ] 
 
 5 In their diftrefs to God they cry’d; 
 
 God was their Saviour and their guide; 
 He led their march far wand’ring round 
 'Twas the right path to Canaan's ground. 
 
 6 Thus when our firft releale we gain 
 From fin’s old yoke, and Satan’s chain* 
 
PSALM CVII. 265 
 
 We have this defart world to pafs, 
 
 A daiig’rous and a tirefome place. 
 
 . He feeds and clothes us all the way ; 
 
 He KU ides our foot Reps left we ilray ■, 
 
 He guards us with apow’tf'ul hand. 
 
 And brings us to the Ueav’r.ly land. 
 
 10 let the faints with joy record 
 The truth and goodneis of the Lortt . 
 
 How great his works! how kind his ways ! 
 Let ev’ry tongue pronounce his praile. 
 
 PSALM 107, Part 2, l. m. 
 
 1 r^ROM age to age exalt his name, 
 
 x God and his grace are Rill the lame ; 
 He fills the hungry ioul with food. 
 
 And feeds the poor with ev’ry good. 
 
 2 But if their hearts rebel, and rife 
 
 * Againit the God that rules the Ikies ; 
 
 If they reject his heav’nly word, 
 
 And flight the counlels of the Lord : 
 
 ! 3 He’ll bring their fpirits to the ground, 
 
 And no deliv’rer {hall be found : . 
 
 Laden with grief they waile their breath 
 In darknefs and the fhades of death. 
 
 4 Then to the Lord they raife their cries. 
 
 He makes the dawning light arife, 
 
 . 
 
 
266 PSALM CVII. 
 
 And fcatters all that difmal (hade 
 That hung fo heavy round their head. 
 
 £ He cuts the bars of brafs in two, 
 
 And lets the fmiling pris’ner thro’; 
 Takes of the load of guilt and grief, 
 And gives the lab’ring foul relief. 
 
 6 O may the Tons of men record 
 
 The wond’rous goodnefs of the Lord! 
 How great his works ! how kind his ways 
 Let ev’ry tongue pronounce his praiie. 
 
 PSALM 107, PartS, l. m. 
 
 1 T^AIN man, on foolifh pleafure bent, 
 
 * Prepares for his own punilhrnent; 
 What pains, what loathfome maladies, 
 From luxury and lull arife ! 
 
 2 The dmnkard feels his vitals wafte, 
 
 Yet drowns his health to pleale his talle 
 Till all his a&ing pow’rs are loft,. 
 
 And fainting life draws near the dull. 
 
 3 The glutton groans, and loathes to eat, 
 His foul abhors delicious meat; 
 
 Nature with heavy loads oppreft, 
 
 Would yield to death to be releas’d. 
 
 4 Then how the frighted Tinners fly 
 To God for help, with earned cry! 
 
PSALM CVII. 26T 
 
 Hehears their groans,prolongs theirbreath, 
 Andfaves them from approaching death* 
 
 5 Komed’cine could effe& the cure 
 So quick, fo ealy, or fo lure : 
 
 The deadly fentenee God repeals, 
 
 I f en ds his fov’reign word and heals. 
 
 6 0 may the Ions of men record 
 
 The womProus goodnefs of the Lord ! 
 
 And let their thankful offerings prove * 
 How they adore their Maker’s love. 
 
 PSALM 107, Part 4, l. 
 
 1 TI70ULD you behold the works of God 
 VV His wonders in the world abroad, 
 
 Go with the mariners, and trace 
 The unknown regions of the feas. 
 
 * They leave their native (hores behind, 
 
 And feize the favor of the wind, 
 
 Till God commands and tempefts rife, 
 
 ' That heave the ocean to the Ikies. 
 
 ! 3 Now to the heav’ns they mount amain, 
 Now link to dreadful deeps again; 
 
 What llrange affrights young tailors feel, 
 And like a Haggling drunkard reel. 
 
 4 When land is far, and death is nigh, 
 
 L*ft to all hope, to God they cry ; 
 
268 PSALM CVI1. 
 
 His mercy hears their loud addrefs, 
 And lends falvation in dillrefs. 
 
 5 He bids the winds with wrath affuage, 
 The furious waves forget their rage: 
 
 * Fis calm ; and failors lrnile to fee 
 The haven where they widl’d to be. 
 
 6 O may the fons of men recoyd 
 
 The wond’rous goodnefs of the Lord! 
 Let them their private offerings bring, 
 And in the church his glory fmg. 
 
 PSALM 10?, Part 5, c.-m. 
 
 1 r T'HY works of glory, mighty Lord, 
 
 Thy wonders in the deeps, 
 
 The fons of courage lhali record, 
 Who trade in floating fliips. 
 
 2 At thy command the winds arife, 
 
 And fwell the tow’ring waves ; 
 The men aftonifil’d mount the fkics. 
 And fink in gaping graves. 
 
 3 [Again they climb the \vat’ry hills, 
 
 And plunge in deeps again ; 
 
 Each like a tott’ring drunkard reels, 
 And finds hi$ courage vain. 
 
 4 Frighted to hear the tempeft roar, 
 
 They pant with flutt’ring breath; 
 
269 
 
 PSALM CVII. 
 
 And, hepeiefs of the diftant fhora, 
 
 Expect irninediate death.] 
 
 5 Then to the Lord they raife their cries, 
 He hears their loud requeit, 
 
 And orders filence thro’ the ikies. 
 
 And lavs the floods to reft. 
 
 5 Sailers rejoice to lofe their fears. 
 
 And fee the ftorm allay’d : 
 
 $o\v to their eyes the port appears; 
 There let their vows be paid. 
 
 7 Tis £od that brings them fafe to land; 
 Let ftupid mortals know 
 That waves are under his command, 
 And all the winds that blow. 
 
 g 0 that the fons of men would praife 
 The goodnefs of the L.ord ' 
 
 And thole who fee thy wond’rous ways* 
 Thy wond’rous love record. 
 
 PSALM IGA, Laft Part, l. m. 
 
 1 TT7BEN God provok’d with daringcrimes* 
 W Scourges the madnefs of the times. 
 He turns their fields to barren fand, 
 
 And dries the rivers from the land. 
 
 2 His word can raife the fprings again. 
 
 And make the wither’d nxountains green, 
 
fro PSALM CV1L 
 
 Send (how’rv hie flings from the Ikies, 
 And harvefts in the defart rife. 
 
 3 [Where nothing dwelt but beads of prejr, 
 Ot men as fierce and wild as they; 
 
 He bids th’ oppreil and poor repair, 
 And builds them towns and cities there. 
 
 4 They fow the field, and trees they plant, 
 Whofe yearly fruits fupply their want: 
 Their race grows up from fruitful flocks, 
 Their wealth increafes with their flocks. 
 
 5 Thus they are bleft ; but if they fin, 
 
 He lets the heathen nations in; 
 
 A favage crew invades their lands, 
 Their princes die by barb’rous hands. 
 
 6 Their captive fons, expos’d to fcorn, 
 Wander unpity’d and forlorn; 
 
 The country lies unfenc’d, untill d, 
 
 And defblation fpreads the field. 
 
 7 Yet if the humbled nation mourns, 
 Again his dreadful hand he turns, 
 Again he makes their cities thrive, 
 And bids the dying churches live.J 
 
 8 The righteous, with a joyful fenle, 
 Admire the works of providence, 
 
 And tongues of atheills (hall no more 
 Blafphetne the God that faints adore. 
 
271 
 
 PSALM CIX. 
 
 9 How few with pious care record 
 Thefe wond’rous dealings of the Lord! 
 gut wife observers Hill ihall find 
 The Lord is holy, juft, and kind. 
 
 PSALM 109, ver 1—5, 31, c m. 
 
 1 n OD of my mercy and my praife, 
 v7 Thy glory is my fong; 
 
 Tho’ fmners (peak againit thy grace 
 With a blalpheming tongue. 
 
 2 When in the form of mortal man 
 
 Thy Son on earth was found, 
 
 With cruel llanders, falfe and vain, 
 They compafs him around. 
 
 3 Their mis’ries his companion move, 
 
 Their peace he Hill purfu’d ; 
 
 They render hatred for his love, 
 
 And evil for his good. 
 
 i Their malice rag'd without a caufe ; 
 Yet with his dying breath 
 He pray’d for murd’rers on his crofs, 
 And blefs’d his foes in death. 
 
 5 Lord, Ihall thy bright example lhine 
 In vain before my eyes ? 
 
 Give me a foul a-kin to thine, 
 
 To love mine enemies. 
 
272 PSALM CX. 
 
 6 The Lord {hall on my fide engage, 
 
 And in my Saviour’s name 
 I (hall defeat their pride and rage, 
 
 Who {lander and condemn. 
 
 PSALM 110, Part 1, l. m. 
 
 1 r PHUS the eternal Father fpake 
 
 A To Thrift the Son, ‘ Afcend and fit 
 1 At my right hand, till I {hall make 
 
 * Thy foes fubmiilive at thy feet. 
 
 2 ‘ From Zion fliall thy word proceed; 
 
 * Thy word, the fceptre in thy hand, 
 
 « Shall make the hearts of rebels bleed, 
 
 * And bow their wills to thy command, 
 
 3 ‘ That day fliall {hew thy pow’r is great, 
 
 * When faints fliall flock w ith willing minus 
 « And linners crowd thy temple gate, 
 
 < Where holinefs in beauty {hines.* 
 
 4 O blefled pow’r! O glorious day ! 
 
 What a large vicTry {hall enfue! 
 
 And converts, who thy grace obey, 
 Exceed the drops of morning dew. 
 
 PSALM 110, Part 2, l. m. 
 
 1 HP HUS the great Lord of earth and lea 
 A Spake to his Son, and thus he fwore; 
 1 Eternal fliall thy pnefthood be, 
 
 * And change from hand to hand no mote. 
 
273 
 
 PSALM CX. 
 
 * < Aaron and all his fons mud die, 
 
 < But everlaiiing life is thine, 
 
 ( ,p 0 fave for ever thofe that fly 
 , For refuge from the wrath divine. 
 
 3 «By me Melchifedek was made 
 
 < 0 n earth a king and prieil at once ; 
 
 4 A nc L thorn, my heav’nlv prieft, fhall plead, 
 4 And thou, my King, flialt rule my Ions.* 
 
 4 Jefus the prieft afcends his throne, 
 
 While counfels of eternal peace, 
 
 Between the Father and the Son, 
 
 Proceed with honor and fuccefs. 
 
 5Thro'the whole earth his reigns {hall fpread, 
 Andcruflt the pow’rs that dare rebel ; 
 
 Then fhall he judge the rifimg dead, 
 
 And fend the guilty world to hell. 
 
 6 Tho’ while he treads his glorious way, 
 
 He drinks the cup of tears and blood, 
 
 The fuflPrings of that dreadful day 
 Shall but advance him near to God. 
 
 PSALM 110, c. mV 
 
 1 TESUS, our Lord, afcend thy throne,. 
 
 ** And near the Father fit: 
 
 In Zion {hall thy pow’r be known, 
 
 And make thy foes fubmit. 
 
274 PSALM CXI, 
 
 2 What wonders {hall thy gofpel do! 
 
 Thy converts (hall iurpals 
 The uum’rous drops of morning dew, 
 And own thy lov’reign grace. 
 
 3 God hath pronounc’d a firm decree, 
 
 Nor changes what he lwore : 
 
 * Eternal {hall thy priefthood be, 
 
 ‘ When Aaron is no more. 
 
 4 ‘ Melcliifedek, that wond’rous prieft, 
 
 « That king of high degree, 
 
 * That holy man, whom Abr’am bleft, 
 
 * Was but a type of thee.* 
 
 5 Jefus our prieft for ever lives, 
 
 To plead for us above ; 
 
 Jefus our king for ever gives 
 The blefling of his love. 
 
 6 God fhall exalt his glorious head. 
 
 And his high throne maintain ; 
 
 Shall ftrike the pow’rs and princes dead 
 Who dare oppoi’e his reign. 
 
 PSALM 111, Part 1, o. m. 
 
 1 CONGS of immortal praife belong 
 ^ To my almighty God ; 
 
 He has my heart, and he my tongue, 
 To fpread his name abroad. 
 
PSALM CXI. 275 
 
 (? jj oW great the works his hands hath 
 How glorious in our fight! [wrought I 
 
 And men in ev’ry age have fought 
 His wonders with delight. 
 
 5 How mod exa& in nature’s frame, 
 
 How wife th-V Eternal Mind ! 
 
 His counfels never change the fcheme 
 That his fir-ll thoughts delign’d. 
 
 { When he redeem’d his chofen fons., 
 
 He fix’d his dov’nant lure : 
 
 The orders that his lips pronounce 
 To endlefs years endure. 
 
 5 Nature and time, and earth and Ikies, 
 
 Thy heav’nly Ikill proclaim : 
 
 What fhall we do to make us wife, 
 
 But learn to read thy name ? 
 
 $ To fear thy pow’r, to truft thy grace, 
 
 Is our divined fkill; 
 
 And he’s the wifed of our race 
 That bed obeys thy will. 
 
 PSALM 111, Part 2, c. m. 
 
 1 p RE AT is the Lord ! his works of might 
 Demand our nobled longs ; 
 
 Let his affembled faints unite 
 Their harmony of tongues. 
 
276 PSALM CXII. 
 
 2 Great is the mercy of the Lord, 
 
 He gives his children food ; 
 
 And, ever mindful of his word, 
 
 He makes his promife good. 
 
 3 His Son, the Great Redeemer, came 
 
 To call his cov’nant fure ; 
 
 Holy and rev’rend is his name, 
 
 His ways are jull and pure. 
 
 4 They that would grow divinely wife, 
 
 Mull with his fear begin; 
 
 Our fairell proof of knowledge lies 
 In hating ev’ry fin. 
 
 PSALM 112. As the 113^ Psalm. 
 
 1 r T 1 H AT man is bleil who Hands in awe 
 
 ^ Of God. and loves his facred law : 
 His feed on earth (hall be renhwn’d; 
 His houfe the feat of wealth (hail be, 
 
 An iriexhaufted treafury, 
 
 And with fucceflive honors crown d, 
 
 2 His lib’ral favors he extends, 
 
 To fome he gives, to others lends; 
 
 * A gen*rotis pity fills his mind : 
 
 Yet what his charity impairs, 
 
 He favesby prudence in affairs, 
 
 And thus he’s juft to all mankind. 
 
psalm cxxx; 277 
 
 3 His hands, while they his alms bellow’d, 
 
 0 His glory’s future harveft fow’d : 
 
 Tlie fvveet remembrance of the juft. 
 
 Like a green root, revives and bears 
 A train of bleftings for his heirs. 
 
 When dying nature fteeps in duft. 
 
 4 Befet with threatening dangers round, 
 Unmov’d (hall he maintain his ground ; 
 
 His confcience holds his courage up : 
 The foul that’s fill’d with virtue’s light 
 Shines brightell in all affli&ion’s night. 
 And fee’s in darknefs beams of hope, 
 
 PAUSE. 
 
 5 nil tidings never can furprife 
 
 His heart, that fix'd on God relies, 
 
 Tho’ waves and tempers roar around : 
 Safe on the rock he fits and fees 
 The fh ip wreck of his enemies, 
 
 And all their hope and glory drown’d. 
 
 9 The wicked {hall his triumphs fee, 
 
 And gnalh their teeth in agony. 
 
 To find their expectations croft; 
 
 They and their envy, pride and fpite, 
 Sink down to everlailing night, 
 
 And all their names in darknefs loft.] 
 
278 
 
 PSALM CXII. 
 
 PSALM 112, l . m. 
 
 1 r T , HRICE happy man who fears the Lord, 
 
 * Loves his commands, & trufts his word; 
 Honor and peace his days attend, 
 
 And bleffings to his feed defcend. 
 
 2 Compaihon dwells upon his mind; 
 
 To works of mercy Hill inclin’d: 
 
 He lends the poor fome prefent aid, 
 
 Or gives them, not to be repaid. 
 
 3 When times grow dark, and tidings fprcad 
 That fill his neighbours round with dread, 
 
 rl ! s hr'i i v 
 
 arm’d againft the fear, 
 
 For God with all his pow’r is there. 
 
 His foul, well fix’d upon the Lord, 
 Draws heav’nly courage from his word ; 
 Amidd the darknefs light (hail rife, 
 
 To cheer his heart and blefs his eyes. 
 
 He hath difpers’d his alms abroad, 
 
 His works are llill before his God : 
 
 His name on earth fhall long remain, 
 While envious (inners iret in vain. 
 
 PSALM 112, c. m. 
 
 TTAPPY is he that fears the Lord, 
 And follows his commands; 
 
 Who lends the poor without reward, 
 
 Or gives with lib’ral hands. 
 
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 2 As pity dwells within his bread. 
 
 To all the l'ons of need ; 
 
 So God lhall anfwer his requelt 
 With bledings on his feed. 
 
 $o evil tidings (hall furprife 
 His well-eiiabliih’d mind ,* 
 
 His foul to God, his refuge, flies, 
 
 And leaves his fears behind. 
 
 4 In times of general diflrefs 
 
 Some beams of light {hall fhine, 
 
 To (hew the world his righteoufnefs, 
 
 And give him peace divine. 
 
 5 His works of piety and love 
 
 Remain before the Lord ; 
 
 Honor on earth, and joys above, 
 
 Shall be his fine reward. 
 
 PSALM 113. Proper Tune. 
 
 1 yE that delight to ferve the Lord, 
 
 The honors of his name record, 
 
 His facred name for ever blefs : 
 Where’er the circling fun clifplays 
 His rifmg beams, or fetting rays, 
 
 Let lands and leas his pow’r confefs. 
 
 2 Nor time, nor nature’s narrow 7 rounds, 
 
 Can give his vaft dominion bounds ; 
 
 The heav’ns are far below his height; 
 
280 PSALM CXIIL 
 
 Let no created greatnefs dare 
 With our eternal God compare, 
 
 Arm’d with his uncreated might, 
 
 3 He hows his glorious head to view 
 What the bright holls of angels do, 
 
 And bends his care to mortal things; 
 H is foy’reign hand exalts the poor, 
 
 He takes, the needy from the door, 
 
 And makes them company for kings. 
 
 4 When childlels families defpair, 
 
 He fends the bleflings of an heir 
 
 To refcue their expiring name: 
 
 The mother, with a thankful-voice. 
 Proclaims his praifes and her joys : 
 Let cv’ry age advance his fame. 
 
 PSALM 113, l. m. 
 
 1 VE fervants of th’ Almighty King, 
 
 In ev’ry age his praifes fing; 
 Where’er the fun fhall rife or let, 
 
 The nations fhall his praife repeat. 
 
 2 Above the earth, beyond the fky, 
 Stands his high throne of majefly ; 
 
 Nor time, nor place, his pow’r reftrrain, 
 Nor bound his univerfal reign. 
 
 3 Which of the fons of Adam dare, 
 
 Or angels, with their God compare! 
 
PSALM CXIV. 281 
 
 jlis Tories how divinely bright. 
 
 Who* dwells in uncreated light! 
 
 4 Behold his love ; he it oops to view 
 What faints above and angels do ; 
 
 And condefcends yet more, to know 
 The mean affairs of men below. 
 
 5 From dull and cottages obfcure, 
 
 His grace exalts the humble poor ; 
 
 Gives them the honor of his ions, 
 
 And fits them for their heav’nly thrones. 
 
 6 [A word of his creating voice 
 
 Can make the barren houie rejoice: 
 
 Tho’ Sarah’s ninety years were paft* 
 
 The promis’d feed is born at laft. 
 
 ; With joy the mother views her fon, 
 
 And tells the wonders God has done : 
 
 Faith may grow itrong whenfenfe deipairs; 
 If nature fails, the promife bears ] 
 PSALM 114, l. m. 
 
 1 TITHEN Ifr’el, freed from Pharaoh’s hand, 
 W Left the proud tyrant and his land, 
 The tribes with cheerful homage own 
 Their King, and Judah was his throne. 
 
 2 Acrofs the deep their journey lay ; 
 
 The deep divides to make them way : 
 
282 PSALM CXV. 
 
 Jordan beheld their march, and fled 
 With backward current to his head. 
 
 3 The mountains fhook like frighted flieep, 
 Like lambs the little hillocks leap ; 
 
 Not Sinai on her bafe could Hand, 
 Confcious of fov’reign pow’r at hand. 
 
 4 What pow’r could make the deep divide! 
 Make Jordan backward roll his tide ? 
 Why did ye leap, ye little hills ? 
 
 And whence the fright that Sinai feels! 
 
 5 Let ev’ry mountain, ev'ry flood, 
 
 Retire and know th* approaching God, 
 The King of Ifr’el : fee him here ! 
 Tremble thou earth, adore and fear. 
 
 6 He thunders, and all nature mourns, 
 
 The rock to Handing pools he turns: 
 Flints fpring with fountains at his word, 
 And fires and leas confels the Lord, 
 
 PSALM 115. Firft Metre. 
 
 1 >^OT to ourfelves, who are but dull, 
 
 Not to ourfelves is glory due, 
 Eternal God, thou only juft, 
 
 Thou only gracious, wife, and true. 
 
 2 Shine forth in all thy dreadful name ; 
 Why fliould a heathen’* haughty tongue 
 
PSALM CXV. 283 
 
 Infult us, and, to raife our fhame, (long ?* 
 Say, ‘Where’s the God youv’e ferv’d fo 
 
 3 The God we ferve maintains his throne 
 Above the clouds, beyond the {kies, 
 
 Thro’ all the earth his will is done, 
 
 He knows our groans, he hears our cries. 
 
 4 But the vain idols they adore, 
 
 Are fenfelefs fhapes of done and wood; 
 
 At belt a mafs of glitt’ring ore, 
 
 A filver faint, or golden god. 
 
 j [With eyes andears,they carve their head? 
 Deaf are their ears, their eyes are blind ; 
 In vain are coftly offerings made. 
 
 And vows are fcatter’d in the wind. 
 
 6 Their feet were never made to move, 
 
 Nor hands to fave when mortals pray ; 
 Mortals tliat pay them fear or love, 
 
 Seem to be blind and deaf as they.] 
 
 <] Olfr’el, make the Lord thy hope, 
 
 Thy help, thy refuge, and thy reilj 
 The Lord {hall build thy ruins up, 
 
 And blefs the people and the prieft. 
 
 8 The dead no more can fpeak thy praifo 
 They dwell in filence and the grave ; 
 But we (hall live to fing thy grace, 
 
 And tell the world thy pow’r to fave» 
 
284 PSALM CXV: 
 
 PSALM 115 Second Metre. 
 
 As the new Plane of the 50th Psalm. 
 
 1 "NT OT to our names,thou only juft and true, 
 Not to our worthless names is glory due; 
 
 Thy pow’r& grace, thy truth & juttice claim 
 
 Immortal honors to thy fov’reign name. 
 
 Shine thro ? the earth from heav’n,thy bleft 
 
 , . .. abode. 
 
 Nor let the heathens fay, * And where’s 
 your God P 
 
 2: Heav’n is thy higher court, there Hands 
 thy throne, 
 
 And thro* the lower worlds thy will is done: 
 
 Our God fram’d all this earth, thefeheav’ns 
 he fpread, 
 
 But fools adore the gods their hands have 
 made ; 
 
 The kneeling crowd, with looks devout, 
 behold 
 
 Their filver-faviours, and their faints of 
 gold. 
 
 o Vain are thofe artful fliapes ofeyesandears, 
 
 The molton image neither fees nor hears; 
 
 Their hands are helplefs, nor their feet can 
 move 
 
 They have no fpeech, nor thought, nor 
 pow’r, nor lovt j 
 
PSALM CXV. *285 
 
 Yet fottifti mortals make their long com¬ 
 plaints 
 
 To their deaf idols, & their movelefs faints. 
 
 4 The' rich have ftatutes well adorn’d with 
 
 g-old; 
 
 The poor, content with gods of coarfer 
 
 mould, 
 
 With tools of iron carve the fenfelefs hock, 
 Lopt from a tree, or broken from a rock : 
 People and priefis drive on the folemn trade, 
 And trulls the gods that faws and hammers 
 made. 
 
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 5 Be heav’n and earth amaz’d ! 4 ’Tis hard to ♦ 
 
 fay, . «. 
 
 Which is more hup id-, or the gods, or they; 
 
 0 Ifr’el,trull the Lord ! he hears and fees, 
 
 He knows thy forrows, and reftores thy 
 peace: 
 
 Hisworfhip does a thoufand comforts yield, 
 
 He is thy help, and he thy heav’nly fhield. 
 
 6 In God we truft ; our impious foes in vain 
 Attempt thy ruin, and oppofe his reign ; 
 
 Had they prevail’d, darknefs had clos’d 
 
 our days, 
 
 And death andfilencehad forbid his praife; 
 
 But we are lav’d and live : let fongs arife. 
 And Zionbiefs the God that built the Ikies. 
 
586 PSALM CXVI. 
 
 PSALM 116, Part 1, g. m. 
 
 1 T LOVE the Lord : lie heard my cries, 
 A A'rit'd pity’d ev’ry groan ft* 
 
 Long as I live, when troubles fife, * 
 
 I’ll haft’n to his throne. ■$& 
 
 2 1 love the Lord : he bow’d his ear, 
 
 And chas’d my griefs away : 
 
 O let. my heart no more deipair, 
 
 While I have breath to pray! 
 
 3 My flelh declin’d, my fpirits fell, 
 
 And I drew near the dead ; 
 
 While inward pangs, and fears of hell, 
 Perplex’d my wakeful head. 
 
 4 ‘ My God/ I cry ’d, 4 thy fervant fave, 
 
 * Thou ever good and juft ; 
 
 « Thy pow’r can refcue from the grave, 
 4 Thy pow’r is all my truli.’ 
 
 5 The Lord beheld me lore diftreft, 
 
 He bid my pains remove : 
 
 Return, my foul, to God, thy reft, 
 
 For thou haft known his love. 
 
 6 My God hath lav’d my foul from death, 
 
 And dry’d my falling tears : 
 
 Now to his praife I’ll ipend my breath, 
 And my remaining years. 
 
PSALM CXVL 
 
 PSALM 116, ver. 12. &c. Part 2, c. m. 
 
 I -rTrHAT fhall I render to ray God 
 W for all his kindnefs fhowri? 
 
 My feet fliall vifit thine abode, 
 
 My songs addrefs thy throne. 
 
 I 2 Among the faints that dll thine houfe 
 My offerings fliall be paid; 
 
 There fliall my zeal perform the vows 
 My foul in anguiih made. 
 
 3 How much is mercy thy delight. 
 
 Thou ever bleffed God ! 
 
 How dear thy lervants in thy light! 
 
 How precious is their blood ! 
 
 4 How happy all thy lervants are ! 
 
 How great thy grace to me! 
 
 My life, which thou halt made thy care* 
 Lord, I devote to thee. 
 
 5 Now I am thine, for ever thine. 
 
 Nor fliall my purpole move : 
 
 Thy hand hath loos’d my bands of paia, 
 And bound me with thy love. 
 
 6 Here in thy courts 1 leave my v»w, 
 
 And thy rich grace record; 
 
 Witnefs, ye faints, who hear mt sow, 
 if 1 forfake the Lord. 
 
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X / \ )-« nations, prauc uic uuiu, 
 
 VjJ Each.with a d iff’rent tonguej^q 
 
 In ev’ry language learn his word^yjrri 
 
 A'• -!• 1 Jr li'L« A^ I 
 
 PSALM 117, l. m. 
 
 1 'FROM all that dwell below the fkies, 
 
 Let the Creator’s praife ariie; 
 
 Let the Redeemer’s name be lung, 
 Thro’ ev’ry land, by ev’ry tongue. 
 
 2 Eternal are thy mercies, Lord; 
 
 Eternal truth attends thy word: 
 
 Thy praife (hall found from (bore to more 
 Till funs (hall rife and fet no more. 
 
 1 HHHY name, almighty Lord, 
 
 **■ Shall found thro’ diltant lands : 
 Great is thy grace, and lure thy woi 
 Thy truth for ever Hands. 
 
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 Till morning light, and ev’ning (hade, 
 
 Shall be exchang’d no more. : 
 
 PSALM 118, ver. 6—15, Parti, c. m. 
 
 1 HP HE Lord appears my helper now. 
 
 Nor is mv faith afraid 
 Of what the Pons of earth can do, 
 
 Since heav’n affords me aid, 
 
 2 ’Tis lafer, Lord, to hope in thee. 
 
 And have my God my friend, 
 
 Than truflin men of high degree, 
 
 And on their truth depend. 
 
 o Like bees my foes befet me round, 
 
 A large and angry l'vvarm, ; 
 
 But 1 lhall all their rage confound, 
 
 By thine almighty arm. 
 
 i Tis thro’ the Lord mv heart is {Iron or. 
 
 In him my lips rejoice, 
 
 While his falvation is my fong. 
 
 How cheerful is my voice 1 
 
 5 Like angry bees t hey gird me round. 
 
 When God appears they fly : 
 
 So burning thorns, with crackling found, 
 Make a fierce blaze and die. 
 
 6 Joy to the faints and peace belongs; 
 
 The Lord protects their days : y J ^ 
 Let Ilr’cl time immortalfongs i 
 To his almighty grace. 
 
284 PSALM CXVIll. 
 
 PSALM 118, ver, 17—21, Part2,c.M. 
 
 1 T ORD, thou halt heard thy fervantcrys 
 L* And refcw'd from the grave, ?*>Y 
 Now 111 all he live: (and none can die, 
 
 If God refolve to lave). 
 
 2 Thy praife more conllant than before, 
 
 Shall fill his daily breath ; 
 
 Thy hand that hath chatlis’d him fore, 
 Defends him ItiII from death. 
 
 3 Open the gates of Zion no\v, 
 
 For we ihall worfhip there, 
 
 The houfe where all the righteous go, 
 Thy mercy to declare. 
 
 4 Amongfl th’ alTemblies of thy faints, 
 
 Our thankful voice we raife : 
 
 There we have told thee our complaints, 
 And there we fpeakthy praife. 
 
 PSALM 118, ver. 22, 23, Part 3, c. M. 
 
 1 DEliOLD the fure foundation*11 one 
 ** Which God in Zion lays, 
 
 To build our heav’nly hopes upon, 
 
 ' And his eternal praife. 
 
 2 Chofen of God, to finners dear, 
 
 .And faints adore the name; 
 
 They truil their whole ialvation here, 
 Nor Ihali they fuller fliame. 
 
PSALM CXVIIIa m 
 
 3 The foolifh builders, fcribe aiid pried, 
 
 , g e j e & it w kb di i'dain ,; •, * ,d jf (> j j 
 y et on this rock the church {ball reft, 
 
 And envy rage in vain. 
 
 4 What tho’ the gates of hell withstood. 
 
 Yet muft this building rife: 
 
 ’Tis thine own work, almighty God, 
 
 And wond’rous in our eyes. 
 
 PSALM 118, ver 24—26, Part 4, c. m. 
 
 1 npHlS is the day the Lord hath made, 
 
 1 He calls the hours his own; 
 
 Let heav’n rejoice,, let earth be glad, 
 
 And praife furround the throne. 
 
 2 To-day he rofe and left the dead, 
 
 And Satan’s empire fell; 
 
 To-day the faints his triumphs fpread, 
 And all his wonders tell. 
 
 3 Hofanna to th’ anointed King, 
 
 To David’sholy Son ! 
 
 Help us, O Lord! defcend and bring 
 Salvation from thy throne. 
 
 4 Bleft be the Lord, who comes to men 
 
 With meffages of grace ; * 
 
 Who comes in God his Father’s name. 
 
 To fave our finful race* l f 
 
 '-irnK.O, i$kul lU:d to 'A. 
 
286 PSALM.CXVIII. 
 
 5 Hofanna in the bighed drains 
 The church on earth can raife, 
 
 The higheit heav’ns in which he reigns, 
 Shall give him nobler praife. 
 
 PSALM 118, ver. 22—27, s.m. 
 
 1 C^E what a living done 
 
 ^ The builders did refufe ! 
 
 Yet God hath built his church thereon, 
 In ipite of envious Jew r s. 
 
 2 The icribe and angry prielt 
 
 Reje«fl thine only Son ; 
 
 Yet on this rock fhall Zion red, 
 
 As the chief corner-done. 
 
 3 The work, O Lord, is thine, 
 
 And wond’rous in our eyes: 
 
 This day declares it all divine, 
 
 This day did Jefus rife. 
 
 4 This is the glorious day 
 
 That our Redeemer made: 
 
 Let us rejoice, and fing, and pray, 
 
 Let all the church be glad. 
 
 5 Hofanna to the King 
 
 Of David’s royal blood ; 
 
 Bid's him, ye faints; he comes to bring 
 ■A rn Salvation from your God. 
 
 6 We blefs thy holy word, > 
 
 Which all this grace difplays; 
 
psalm CXVIII, XIX. 
 
 And offer on thine altar, Lord, 
 Our Sacrifice of praife 
 
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 L qj what a glorious corner-ftone 
 The Jewifli builders did refufe; 
 
 But God hath built his church thereon. 
 
 In fpite of envy and the Jews. 
 
 2 Great God ! the work is all divine, 
 
 The joy and wonder of our eyes ; 
 
 This is the day that proves it thine 
 The day that faw our Saviour rife," 
 
 3 Sinners rejoice, and faints be glad; 
 Hofanna, let his name be bleft; 
 
 A thoufand honors on his head, 
 
 With peace, and light, and glory, reft l 
 
 4 In God’s own name he comes to bring 
 Salvation to our dying race ; 
 
 Let the whole church addrefs their King 
 With hearts of joy, and fongs of praife. 
 
 PSALM 119. 
 
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 l have collected and disposed the most useful 
 verses of this psalm under eighteen different 
 heads, and formed a divine fong on each of 
 them. But the verses are much transposed tv 
 attain some degree of connection* , /isld s'W ft 
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286* PSALM CXIZ. 
 
 In some places, among the words law, com¬ 
 mands, judgments, teltimomes, /bammed 
 gofpel, word, grace, truth, promifes, b*c. as 
 more agreeable to the New-7estament, and tie 
 common language of Christians , and it equallj 
 answers the design of the psalmist, which vcasto 
 recommend the holy scriptures . 
 
 PSALM 119, Part 1, c. m. 
 
 Ver. 1,2,3, 
 
 1 IDLEST are the undefil’d in heart, 
 
 Whofe ways are right and clean; 
 Who never from thy law depart, 
 
 But fly from every fin. 
 
 2 Bled are the men that keep thy word, 
 
 And pra&ife thy commands ; 
 
 With their whole heart they feek the Lord 
 And ferve thee with their hands. 
 
 Ver. 165. 
 
 3 Great is their peace who love thy law; 
 
 How firm their fouls abide! 
 
 Nor can a bold temptation draw 
 Their fleady feet afide. 
 
 Ver. 6. 
 
 4 Then {hall my heart have inward joy, 
 
 And keep my fa/se from ihame, 
 
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PSALM CXIX 
 
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 When all thy ftatutes I obey^h -«(y« 
 
 The proud (hail die accurit ! 
 The Tons of falfehood and deceit 
 Are trodden to the dull. 
 
 Ver. 119, 155. 
 
 6 Vile as the drofs the wicked arc, 
 And thofe that leave thy ways, 
 Shall fee falvation from afar, 
 
 But never tafte thy grace. 
 
 PSALM 119, Part 2, c. m. 
 Ver. 147, 55. 
 
 1 rpO thee, before the dawning light, 
 1 My gracious God, I pray ; 
 
 I meditate thy name by night, 
 
 And keep thy law by day. 
 
 Ver. 81. 
 
 2 My fpirits faint to fee thy grace ; 
 
 Thy promife bears me up ; 
 
 And, while falvation long delays. 
 
 Thy word fupports my hope. 
 
 3 Seven times a day I lift my hands. 
 And pay my thanks to thee, 
 
 Ver 164. 
 
290 PSALM CXIX. 
 
 Thy righteous Providence demands 
 Repeated praife from me. 
 
 Ver. 02. 
 
 4 When midnight darknefs veils the flue?, 
 I call thy works to mind: 
 
 My thoughts in warm devotion rife, 
 And fweet acceptance find. 
 
 PSALM 119, Part 3, c. m. 
 
 Ver. 57, 60. 
 
 1 HPHOU art my portion, O my God; 
 
 Soon as I know thy way, 
 
 My heart makes hafte t* obey thy word 
 And fuffers no delay. 
 
 Ver. 30, 14. 
 
 2 I choofe the path of heav’nly truth, 
 
 And glory in my choice ; 
 
 Not all the riches of the earth 
 Could make me fo rejoice. 
 
 3 The teftimonies of thy grace 
 
 I fet before my eyes : 
 
 Thence I derive my daily ftrengtb, 
 And there my comfort lies. 
 
 Ver. 59. 
 
 4 If once I wander from thy path, 
 
 I think upon my ways; 
 
PSALM CXIX. 291 
 
 Then turn my feet to thy commands. 
 
 And trull thy pard’niog grace. 
 
 Ver 94, 114. 
 
 5 Now I am thine, forever thine, 
 
 0 fave thy lervant. Lord ! 
 
 Thou art my Ihield, my hiding-place, 
 
 My hope is in thy word. 
 
 Ver. 112. 
 
 6 Thou haft inclin’d this heart of mine 
 ' Thv ftatutes to fulfil : 
 
 And thus till mortal life {hall end 
 Would I perform thy will. 
 
 PSALM 119, Part 4, c. m. 
 
 Ver. 9. 
 
 1 ttOW Ihall the young fecure their hearts, 
 'Ll And guard their lives from fin ? 
 
 Thy word the choicell rule imparts. 
 
 To keep the confcience clean. 
 
 Ver. 130. 
 
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 When once it enters to the mind. 
 It fpreads fuch light abroad, 
 The meaneft fouls inftru<fiion find 
 And raife their thoughts to God 
 
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 PSALM CX1X. 
 
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 Ver. 105. , 
 
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 ’Tislike the fun, a heav’nly light, 
 
 That guides us all the day, t | 0 rf 
 And thro* the dangers of the night, 
 
 A lamp to lead our way. 
 
 Ver. 99, 100. 
 
 4 The men that keep thy law with care, 
 
 And meditate thy word, 
 
 Grow wiier than their teachers are. 
 And better know the Lord. 
 
 Ver. 104, 113. 
 
 5 Thy precepts make me truly wife; 
 
 I hate the finner’s road; 
 
 I hate my own vain thoughts that rife, 
 But love thy law, my God. 
 
 Ver. 89, 90, 91. 
 
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 6 [The Harry heav’ns thy rule obey, 
 
 The earth maintains her place : 
 And thefe thy fervanta night and day 
 Thy {kill and powV exprefs. 
 
 7 But Hill thy law and gofpel, Lord, 
 
 Have leflons more divine; 
 
 Hot earth Hands firmer than thy word, 
 Nor itars fo nobly fhine.] 
 
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PSALM CXIX, 29.5 
 
 Ver. 160, 140, 9, 11C. 
 
 « Thv word iseverlaiting truth, 
 
 How pure is ev’ry page! ^ :^ k 
 That holy book (ball guide ou-r y outh, 
 
 And well fupport our age. It. A 
 
 PSALM 119, Part 5, c m. 
 
 Ver. 97. 
 
 1 A HOW I love thy holy law 1 
 V ’Tis daily my delight: 
 
 And thence my meditations draw 
 Divine advice by night. 
 
 . Ver. 148. 
 
 2 My waking eyes prevent the day. 
 
 To meditate thy word, 
 
 My foul with longing melts away 
 To hear thy gofpel, Lord. 
 
 Ver. 3, 13, 54. 
 
 I How doth tlvy word my heart engage! 
 How well employ my tongue ! 
 
 And in my tirefome pilgrimage 
 Yields me a heav’nly fong. 
 
 Ver. 19, 103. 
 
 4 Am l a ftranger, or at home, 
 
 VTis my perpetual feaft ; 
 
 Not honey dropping from the comfc. 
 
 So much allures the talle 0 
 
29$ PSALM CXIX. 
 
 Ver. 72, 12 7, ■ r ‘ 
 
 5 No treafures fo enrich the mind { ' 
 
 Nor fhall thy word be fold 
 For loads of fiiver well refin’d, 
 
 Nor heaps of choice!! gold. 
 
 Ver. 28, 49, 175. 
 
 6 When nature finks, andfpirits droop, 
 
 Thy promifes of grace 
 Are pillars to fupport my hope, 
 
 And there I write thy praife. 
 
 | ' PSALM 119, Part 6, c. m. ^ 
 
 Ver. 128. 
 
 1 T ORD, I efleem thy judgments right, 
 
 And all thy ftatutes juft? 
 
 Thence I maintain a conilant fight 
 With ev’ry flatt’ring lull. 
 
 Ver. 97,9. 
 
 2 Thy precepts often 1 furvey, 
 
 I keep thy law in fight; 
 
 Thro’ all the bufinefs of the day. 
 
 To form my a&ions right. 
 
 Ver. 63 
 
 3- Mv heart in midnight filence cries, 
 
 ‘ H ow fweet thy comforts be 1* 
 
 ^ly thoughts in holy wonder rife, 
 
 And bring (heir thanks to thee, 
 
psalm cm. m. 
 
 Ver. 162. 
 
 4 And when my fpirit drinks her £ 11 , < 
 
 At fome good word of thine, 
 
 Not mighty men that lhare the fpoil 
 Have joys compar’d to mine. 
 
 PSALM 119, Part7, c. m. 
 
 Ver. 96, paraphrafed. 
 
 1 t ET all the heathen writers join, 
 
 -L To form one perfe<£ book, 
 
 Great God, if once compar’d with thifte, 
 How mean their writings look V 
 
 2 Not the molt perfea rules they gave 
 
 Could lhew one tin forgiven; 
 
 Nor lead a Itep beyond the grave; 
 
 But thine conduct to heaven. 
 
 3 I’ve feen an end to what we call 
 
 Perfection here below; 
 
 How lliort the powers of nature fall, 
 
 And can no farther go ! 
 
 4 Yet men would fain be juft with God, 
 
 By works their hands have wrought; 
 And thy commands exceeding broad, 
 Extend to ev’ry thought. 
 
 5 In vain we boaft perfection here, 
 
 Whilehn defiles pur frameu,.,^ ^4 
 
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296 PSALM CXIX, 
 
 And finks our virtues down fo far. 
 
 They fcarce defierve the name. 
 
 > S S' " - ' 
 
 6 Our faith and love, and ev’ry grace* 
 
 Fall far below thy word; 
 
 But perfe£l truth and righteoufnefs , 
 Dwell only with the Lord. 
 
 PSALM 119, Part 8, c. m. 
 
 *. 
 
 Ver. Ill, paraphrafed. 
 
 1 T ORD, I have made thy word my choice, 
 " My lading heritage, 
 
 There (hall my nobleft pow’rs rejoice, * 
 My warmed thoughts engage. 
 
 2 I’ll read the hift’ries of thy love, 
 
 And keep thy laws in fight, 
 
 While thro* the promifes I rove, 
 
 With ever frelh delight. 
 
 3 ’Tis.a broad land of wealth unknown, 
 
 Where fprings of life arite, 
 
 Seeds of immortal blifis are town, 
 
 And hidden glory lies. 
 
 4 The bell relief that mourners have, 
 
 It makes our forrows bled; 
 
 Our fairell hope beyond the grave, 
 
 And our eternal red. 
 
PSALM CXIX. 
 
 PSALM 119, Pan 9, c. m. 
 
 ^ Ver. 64, 68, 18; 
 
 1 np HY Percies fill the earth, O Lord 
 1 How good thy works appear! 
 Open mine eyes to read thy word. 
 
 And fee thy wonders there. 
 
 Ver. 73, 125. 
 
 2 My heart was fafhion’d by thy hand. 
 
 My fervice is thy due ; 
 
 0 make thy fervant underftand 
 The duties he muft do. 
 
 f Ver. 19. 
 
 3 Since I’m a llranger here below. 
 
 Let not thy path be hid ; 
 
 But mark the road my feet fhould go, 
 And be my conflant guide. 
 
 Ver. 26. 
 
 { When I confefs’d my wand’ring way 
 Thou heard’fl my foul complain i 
 Grant me the teachings of thy grace, 
 Or 1 fhall fir ay again. 
 
 Ver. 33, 34. 
 
 5 If God to me his ilatutes fhew t 
 And heav’nly truth impart, 
 
 XIis work forever I’ll purfute, :-x - * 
 His law fhall rule my heart, 
 
 V 
 
298 
 
 PSALM CXIX. 
 
 Ver. 50, 71. .mV 
 
 6 This was my comfort wheat I bore u ;/r r 
 
 Variety of grief VJf {j tJS9 ^ Q 
 
 It made me learn thy word the more, 
 And fly to that relief. 
 
 Ver. 51. 
 
 7 [In vain the proud deride me now* 
 
 Til ne'er forget thy law ; 
 
 Nor let that blefled gofpel go, 
 
 Whence ail my hopes I draw. 
 
 Ver. 27, 171. 
 
 8 When I havelearn’d my Father’s will, 
 
 I’ll teach the world his ways; 
 
 My thankful lips infpir’d with zeal, 
 Shall loud pronounce his praife.] 
 
 PSALM 119, Part 10, c. m. 
 
 Ver. 38, 49. 
 
 1 DEHOLD thy waiting fervant, Lord, 
 " Devoted to thy fear ; 
 
 Remember and confirm thy word, 
 
 For ail my hopes are there. 
 
 Ver 41, 58,107. 
 
 2 Hall thou not writ falvation down, 
 
 And promis’d quick’ning grace ? 
 Doth not my heart addrehi thy throne? 
 And yet thy love delays. j ■ 
 
PSALM CXIX. 299 
 
 Ver. 123, 42. 
 
 3 Mine eyes-for thy falvation fail: 
 
 0 bear thy fervant up ; 
 
 Nor let the fcoffing lips prevail, 
 
 Who dare reproach my hope. 
 
 Ver. 49, 74. 
 
 4 Didft thou not raife my faith, O Lord ? 
 
 Then let thy truth appear : 
 
 Saints (hall rejoice in my reward, 
 
 And trull as well as fear. 
 
 PSALM 119, Part 11, c. m. 
 
 Ver. 5, 33. 
 
 1 THAT the Lord would guide my ways 
 v-J To keep his llatutes Hill! 
 
 0 that my God would grant me grace 
 To know and do his will! 
 
 Ver. 29. 
 
 2 0 fend thy fpirit down to write, 
 
 Thy law upon my heart ? 
 
 Nor let my tongue indulge deceit, 
 
 Nor a& the liar's part. 
 
 Ver. 37, 36. 
 
 3 From vanity turn off mine eyes : 
 
 Let no corrupt delign ^ 
 
 Nor covetous defires arife 
 Within this foul of thine. 
 
300 PSALM eXIX. 
 
 4 Order my footileps by thy word, 
 
 And make my heart iincere ; 
 
 Let (in have no dominion, Lord, . 
 And keep my confcience clear. 
 
 5 My foul hath gone too far aftray ; 
 
 My feet too often flip ; 
 
 Yet fince I’ve not forgot thy way, 
 Reilore thy wand’ring (beep. 
 
 Ver. 35. 
 
 6 Make me to walk in thy commands, 
 
 ’Tis a delightful road ; 
 
 Nor let my head, or heart, or hands. 
 Offend againft my God. 
 
 PSALM 119, Part 12, c. m. 
 
 Ver. 153. 
 
 1 lyTY God, confider my diftrefs, 
 
 -*-*-*- Let mercy plead my caule; 
 Tho’ 1 have finn’d againft thy grace, 
 I can’t forget thy laws. 
 
 Ver. 39, 116. 
 
 it Forbid, forbid the {harp reproach 
 Which I fo jullly fear ; 
 
 Uphold my life, uphold my hopes r 
 Nor let my thaine appear. 
 
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 301 
 
 PSALM CXIX. 
 
 Ver. 122, 135. 
 
 3 Be thou a furety, Lord, for me, 
 
 Nor let the proud opprefs, 
 
 But make thy waking i'ervant fee 
 The fhimngs of thy face. 
 
 Ver 82. 
 
 4 Mir.e eyes with expectation fail ; 
 
 My heart within me cries, 
 
 < When will the Lord his truth fulfil, 
 * And make my comforts rife*?* 
 
 Ver. 132. 
 
 5 Look down upon my Borrows, Lord, 
 
 And lhow thy grace the fame, 
 
 As thou art ever wont t’ afford 
 To thofe that love thy name. 
 
 PSALM 119, Part 13, c. m. 
 Ver. 10. 
 
 0 let me never flray 
 
 From thy commands, O God of grace. 
 Nor tread the finners way! 
 
 Ver. 11. 
 
 Thy word Tve hid within my heart, 
 To keep my conicience clean, 
 
305 PSALM CXIX. 
 
 And be an everlalling guard 
 From ev’ry rifing fin. 
 
 Ver. 63, 53, 158. 
 
 3 Pin a companion of the faints, 
 
 Who fear and love the Lord: 
 
 My forrows rife, my nature faints, 
 When men tranfgrefs thy word. 
 
 Ver. 161, 163. 
 
 4 While finners do thy gofpel wrong, 
 
 My fpirit hands in awe ; 
 
 My foul abhors a lying tongue, 
 
 But loves thy righteous law. 
 
 Ver. 161, 120. 
 
 5 My heart with facred reverence hears 
 
 The threat’nings of thy word ; 
 
 My flefh with holy trembling fears 
 The judgments of the Lord. 
 
 Ver. 166, 174 
 
 6 My God, I long, 1 hope, I wait 
 
 For thy falvation (till; 
 
 While thy whole law is my delight, 
 And I obey thy will. 
 
 PSALM 119. Part 14, c. m. 
 Ver. 153, 81, 82. 
 
 1 ^ONSIDER all my forrows, Lord, 
 ^ And thy deliverance fend; 
 
303 
 
 PSALM CX1X. 
 
 My foul for thy falvation faults, 
 
 When wilt my troubles end ? 
 
 Ver. 71. 
 
 2 Yet I have found his good for me 
 
 To bear my Father's rod; 
 
 Affliaions make me learn thy law. 
 
 And live upon my God. 
 
 Ver. 50. 
 
 3 This is the comfort I enjoy 
 
 When new diftrefs begins, 
 
 1 read thy word, l run thy way, 
 
 And hate my former fins. 
 
 ’ Ver. 92. 
 
 4 Had not thy word been my delight. 
 
 When earthly joys were fled, 
 
 My foul oppreft with forrow T, s weight 
 Had funk amongft tire dead. 
 
 Ver. 75. 
 
 5 1 know thy judgments, Lord, are right, 
 
 Tho* they may feem fevere : 
 
 The {harp eft fuff’rings 1 endure 
 Flow from thy faithful care. 
 
 Ver. 67. 
 
 6 Before I knew thy chaft’ning rod, 
 
 My feet were apt to ft raj ; 
 
 But now 1 learn to keep thy word, 
 
 Nor wander from thy way. 
 
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 P$4I,M CXIXi 
 PSALM 119, PartT5, c. m. 
 
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 1 THAT thy flatutes ev’ry hour 
 Might dwell upon my mind! 
 Thence I derive a quick’ning pow'r, 
 And daily peace 1 find; 
 
 Ver. 15, 16. 
 
 2 To meditate thy precepts, Lord, 
 Shall be my fvveet employ; 
 
 My foul (halt ne’er forget thy word, 
 Thy word is all my joy. * 
 
 Ver. 32. 
 
 3 How would 1 run in thy commands, 
 If thou my heart difcharge 
 prom fin and Satan’s hateful chains, 
 And fet my feet at large ! 
 
 Ver. 13, 46. 
 
 4 My lips with courage (hall declare 
 
 Thy flatutes and thy name ; 
 
 I’ll fpeak thy word, tho* kings fhouldhear, 
 Nor yield to (infill lhame. 
 
 Ver. 61, 69, 70. 
 
 5 Let bands of perfecutors rife 
 
 To rob me of my right, 
 
 Let pride and malice forge their lie$, 
 
 Thy law is my delight. 
 
PSALM CXIX. 
 
 Ver. 115. J/l 
 
 6 Depart from me, ye wicked race, 
 Whole hands and hearts are ill j 
 1 love my God, X love his ways, 
 And mull obey his will. 
 
 PSALM 119, Part 16, c. M. 
 
 Ver, 25, 37. 
 
 M Y foul lies cleaving to the dull; 
 
 Lord, give me life divine ! 
 From vain defires, and ev’rv lull, 
 Turn off thefe eyes of mine. 
 
 2 I need the influence of thy grace 
 To fpeed me in thy way, 
 
 Left I fliould loiter in my race. 
 
 Or turn my feet allray. 
 
 Ver. 107. 
 
 3 When fore affli&ions prefs me down, 
 
 I need thy quick’ning pow’rs ; 
 
 Thy word that I have relied on 
 Shall help my heaviell hours. 
 
 Ver. 156. 40. 
 
 4 Are not thy mercies fov’reign Hill, 
 
 And thou a faithful God ? 
 
 Wilt thou not grant me warmer zeal 
 To run the heav’nly road l 
 
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 PSALM CXIX 
 
 Ver. 159,40. TJA< 
 
 5 Does not my heart thy precepts love, 
 And long to fee thy face ? 
 
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 And yet how flow my fpirits 
 Without enliv’ning grace ! 
 
 Ver. 93. ;rT j bri A 
 
 6 Then fhall I love thy gofpel more, 
 
 And ne’er forget thy word, 
 
 Wh en I have felt its quick’ning pow’rs, 
 To draw me near the Lord. 
 
 PSALM 119, Part 17, l.m. 
 
 Ver. 143, 28. 
 
 1 'TXTHEN pain andanguifli feize me, Lord, 
 
 All my fupport is from thy word; 
 My foul diffolves for heavinefs, 
 
 Uphold me with thy ftrengifli’ning grace. 
 
 Ver. 51, 69,110. 
 
 2 The proud have fram’d their fcoffsand lies, 
 They watch my feet with envious eyes, 
 And tempt my foul to fnares and fin, 
 
 Yet thy commands 1 ne’er decline. 
 
 Ver. 161, 78. . 
 
 3 They hate me. Lord, without a caufe, 
 They hate to fee me love thy laws j 
 But 1 will trtift and fe&r thy name, 
 
 Till pride and malice die with fhame. 
 
PSALM CXIX. 3 ©T 
 
 PSALM 119. Laftpart, l. m. 
 
 Ver. 67, 59. 
 
 1 pATHER, I blefs thy gentle hand ; 
 x How kind was thy chaftifing rod. 
 
 That forced my confcience to a ftand, 
 
 And brought my wand’ring foul to God! 
 
 2 Foolifh and vain I went aflray, 
 
 Ere I had felt thy fcourges, Lord ; 
 
 1 felt my guide, and loft my way, 
 
 But now I love and keep thy word. 
 
 Ver 71. 
 
 3 >Tis good for me to wear the yoke. 
 
 For pride is apt to rife and fwell; 
 
 »Tis good to bear my Father’s ftroke. 
 
 That I might learn his ftatutes well, 
 
 Ver 72. i 
 
 i The law that iftues from thy mouth 
 Shall raife my cheerful paffions more 
 Than all the treafures of the fouth, 
 
 Or weftern hills of golden ore. 
 
 Ver. 73. 
 
 5 Thy hands have made my mortal frame, 
 Thy fpirit form’d my foul within: 
 
 Teach me to know thy wondbous name. 
 And guard me fafe from death and lin* 
 
SOS PSALM CXX.' 
 
 Ver. 74. 
 
 6 Then all that love and fear the Lord, 
 At my falvation lhali rejoice ; 
 
 For I have hoped in thy word, 
 
 And made thy grace my only choice, 
 
 PSALM 120, c. m. 
 
 1 npHOU God of love, thou ever-bled, 
 
 Pity my fuff’ring date ; 
 
 When wilt thou let my foul at reft 
 From lips that love deceit ? 
 
 2 Hard lot of mine ! my days are caft 
 
 Among the Tons of ftrife, 
 
 Whofe never-ceaftng brawlings wafte 
 My golden hours of life. 
 
 3 O might I fly to change my place, 
 
 H ow would I choofe to dwell 
 In fome wide lonefome wildernefs, 
 And leave thefe gates of hell. 
 
 4 Peace is the bleffing that I feek, 
 
 How lovely are its charms ! 
 
 I am for peace; but when I fpeak, 
 They all declare for arms. 
 
 5 New paffions ftill their fouls engage, 
 
 And keep their malice ftrong ; 
 What (hall be done to curb thy rage, 
 O tbou devouring tongue ! 
 
PSALM CXX. 309 
 
 6 Should burning arrows fmite thee thro* 
 Stri& juftice would approve: • 
 
 But I had rather lpare my foe, 
 
 And melt his heart with love. 
 
 PSALM 120, l. m. 
 
 1 TTP to the hills I lift mine eyes, 
 
 U Th’ eternal hills beyond the Ikies 3 
 Thence all her help my foul derives ; 
 
 There my Almighty refuge lives. 
 
 2 He lives, the everlafting God, 
 
 That built the world, that fpread the flood 
 The heav’ns w ith all their hoft he made, ! 
 And the dark regions of the dead. 
 
 3 He guides our feet, he guides our way; 
 
 His morning fmiles blefs all the day; 
 
 He fpreads the evVmg veil, and keep* 
 
 The iilent hours while Ifr’el fleeps. 
 
 4 Ifr’el, a name divinely bleft, 
 
 May rife fecure, fecurely reft; 
 
 Thy holy guardian’s wakeful eyes 
 Admit no (lumber nor furprife. 
 
 5 No fun (hall fmite thy head by day, 
 
 Nor the pale moon with fickle ray 
 Shall blail thy couch ! no baleful fUT 
 Part his malignant fire fo far. 
 
 
310 PSALM CXXI. 
 
 6 Should earth and hell with malice burn, 
 Still thou (halt go, and Hill return, 
 
 Safe in the Lord ; his heav’nly care 
 Defends thy life from ev'ry fnare. 
 
 7 On thee foul fpirits have no pow’r 
 And, in thy laft departing hour, 
 
 Angels that trace the airy road 
 -Shall bear thee homeward to thy God. 
 
 PS ALM 121, c. m. 
 
 1 'T'O heav’n I lift my waiting eyes, 
 
 There all my hopes are laid; 
 
 The Lord, who built the earth and Ikies, 
 Is my perpetual aid. 
 
 2 Their feet fhall never Hide to fall. 
 
 Whom he defigns to keep; 
 
 His ear attends the fofteft call; 
 
 His eyes can never deep. 
 
 3 He will fuftain our weakeft pow’rs 
 
 With his Almighty arm, 
 
 And watch our moft unguarded hours 
 Againft furprifmg harm* 
 
 4 Ifr’el, rejoice and reft fecure. 
 
 Thy keeper is the Lord ; 
 
 His wakeful eyes employ his pow’r 
 For thine cfernal guard. 
 
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PSALM CXXI. 
 
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 5 Nor. fcorching fun, nor iickly moon, 
 
 Shall have his leave to fmit® ; 
 go {liields thy head from binning noon. 
 From blailing damps at night. 
 
 6 He guards thy foul, he keeps thy breath, 
 
 Where thickell dangers come: 
 
 Go and return, fecure from death, 
 
 Till God commands thee home. 
 
 PSALM 121. As the USth Psalm. 
 
 ttPWARD 1 lift mine eyes. 
 From God is all my aid ; 
 The God that built the ikies. 
 And earth and nature made : 
 God is the tow’r 
 To which 1 fly : 
 
 His grace is nigh 
 In evhy hour. 
 
 ] My feet fhall never Hide, 
 
 Or fall in fatal fnares, 
 
 Since God, my guard and guide. 
 Defends me from my fears. 
 Thofe wakeful eyes 
 That never fleep, 
 
 Shall Ifr’ei keep, 
 
 When dangers rife. 
 
 .3 No burning heats by day, 
 
 Nor blafts of ev’ning air. 
 
312 PSALM CXXIL 
 
 Shall take my health away, 
 
 If God be with me there: 
 
 Thou art ray fun, 
 
 And thou my fhade. 
 
 To guard my head 
 By night or noon. 
 
 4 Haft thou not giv’n thy word, 
 
 To fave my foul from death ? 
 
 And I can truft my Lord 
 To keep my mortal breath. 
 
 I’ll go and come, 
 
 Nor fear to die, 
 
 Till from on high 
 Thou call me home. 
 
 PSALM 122, c. m. 
 
 1 TTOW did my heart rejoice to hear 
 
 My friends devoutly fay, 
 
 4 In Zion let us all appear, 
 
 ‘ And keep the folemn day !* 
 
 2 I love her gates, I love the road ; 
 
 The church adorn’d with grace, 
 Stands like a palace built for God, 
 To fhew his milder face. 
 
 3 Up to her courts with joys unknown 
 
 The holy tribes repair ; 
 
 The fon of David holds his throne; 
 And fits in judgment there. 
 
PSALM CXXII. 313 
 
 4 j{ehears our praifes and complaints, 
 
 And while his awful voice 
 Pivides the Tinners from, the faints, 
 
 We tremble and rejoice. 
 
 5 Peace be within this facred place, 
 
 And joy a conliant guell ! 
 
 With holy gifts and heav’nly grace 
 he her attendants blelt! 
 
 5 My foul (hail pray for Zion ftill, 
 
 While life or breath remains t 
 There my bell friends, my kindred dwell, 
 There God my Saviour reigns. 
 
 PSALM 122. Proper Tune. 
 
 1 UOW pleas’d and bleft was I, 
 
 L* To hear the people cry, 
 
 * Come let us feek our God to-day \* 
 
 Yes, with a cheerful zeal, 
 
 We Halle to Zion’s hill, 
 
 And there our Vows and honors pay. 
 
 2 Zion, thrice happy place ! 
 
 Adorn’d with wond'rows grace, 
 
 And walls of ilrength embrace thee round 
 In thee our tribes appear 
 To pray, or praife, or hear 
 The facred gofpei’s joyful found. 
 
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314 PSALM CXXIII. 
 
 3 There David’s greater Son 
 Hath fix’d his royal throne, 
 
 He fits for grace and judgment there $ 
 He bids the faint be glad, 
 
 He makes the firmer fad, 
 
 And humble fouls rejoice with fear. 
 
 4 May peace attend thy gate, 
 
 And joy within thee wait, 
 
 To bleis the foul of ev’ry gueli ; 
 
 The man that feeks thy peace, 
 
 And wilhes thine increase, 
 
 A thoufand bleiTmgs on him refl! 
 
 : 
 
 5 My tongue repeats her vows, 
 
 ‘ Peace to this facred houfe !’ 
 
 For tliere my friends and kindred dwt;-; 
 A* rid fince my glorious God 
 Makes thee his bleft abode, 
 
 ! My foul lhall ever love thee well. 
 
 Repeat the fourth stanza to complete the turn. 
 
 PSALM 123, c. m. 
 
 To thee our hearts would tell their pain, 
 To thee we lift our eyes. 
 
 2 As fervants watch their mailer’s hand, 
 And fear the angry (broke j 
 
PSALM CXXIV: 315 
 
 Or maids before their miftrefs Hand, 
 
 And wait a peaceful look : 
 
 3 So for our fins we juftly feel 
 
 Thy difcipline, O God j 
 Yet wait the gracious moment ftill, 
 
 Till thou remove thy rod. 
 
 4 Thofe that in wealth and pleafure live, 
 
 Our daily groans deride, 
 
 And thy delays of mercy give 
 Frefh courage to their pride. 
 
 5 Our foes infult us, but our hope 
 
 In thy compatlion lies ; 
 
 This thought (hall bear our fpirits up, 
 
 That God will not defpife. 
 
 PSALM 124, l. m. 
 
 1 TTAD not the Lord, may Ifr’el fay, 
 
 I! Had not the Lord maintain’d our fide, 
 .When men, to make our lives a prey. 
 
 Role like the fwelling of the tide : 
 
 2 The fwelling tide had ftopt our breath. 
 
 So fiercely did the waters roll, 
 
 We had been fwallow’d deep in death ; 
 Proud water^had o’erwhelm’d our foul. 
 
 3 We leap for joy, we fhout and fing, 
 
 Who juft efcap’d the fatal ftroke : 
 
316 PSALM CXXV. 
 
 So flies the bird with cheerful wing. 
 When once the fowler s Inure is broke. 
 
 4 For ever blefled be the Lord, 
 
 Who broke the fowler’s curled fnare, 
 Who lav’d as from the murd’ring iword, 
 And made our lives and fouls his care ! 
 
 5 Our help is in Jehovah’s name, 
 
 Who form’d the earth and built the Ikies* 
 He who upholds that wond’rous frame, 
 Guards his own church with watchful eyes 
 
 PS ALM 125, c. m. 
 
 1 TTNSHAKEN as the facred hill, 
 
 ^ And firm as mountains be. 
 
 Firm as a rock the foul lhall reft 
 
 That leans, O Lord, on thee. 
 
 2 Not walls nor hills r couId guard fo well . 
 
 Old Salem’s happy ground* 
 
 As thole eternal arms of love 
 That ev’rv faint furrcund. 
 
 3 While tvrants are a fmarting fcourge, 
 
 To drive them near to God, 
 
 Divine companion does allay 
 The fury of the rod. 
 
 4 Deal gently. Lord, with fouls fmcere* 
 And lead them fafely on. 
 
PSALM cxxv. sir 
 
 To the bright gates of Paradife, 
 
 Where Chriit their Lord is gone. 
 
 5 But if we trace thole crooked ways 
 That the oid ferpent drew, 
 
 The wrath that drove him Hril to hell 
 Shah finite his followers too. 
 
 PSALM 125, s. m. 
 
 1 T?IRM and immov’d are they 
 
 F That re it their fouls on God ; 
 
 Firm as the mount where David dwelt. 
 Or where the ark abode. 
 
 i 
 
 2 As mountains ftood to guard 
 
 The city’s facred ground, 
 
 So God, and his almighty love, 
 
 Embrace his faints around. 
 
 3 What tho’ a Father’s rod 
 
 Drop a chainfing ftroke, 
 
 Yet. lell it wound their fouls too deep, 
 
 Its fury {hull be broke. 
 
 4 Deal gently, Lord, with thofe 
 
 Whofe faith and pious fear. 
 
 Whole hope and love, andev’ry grace, 
 Proclaim their hearts lincere. 
 
 5 Nor (hall the tyrants rage. 
 
 Too long opprefs the faint; 
 
318 PSALM CXXVI. 
 
 The God of Ifr’el will fupport 
 His children, leil they faint. 
 
 6 But if our flavifh fear 
 
 Will choofe the road to hell, 
 
 We mull expert our portion there, 
 Where bolder linners dwell. 
 
 PSALM 126, l. m. 
 
 1 TX7HEN God rfcilor’d ourcaptive Hate, 
 
 * * Joy was our long, and grace our theme, 
 The grace beyond our hopes fo great, 
 That joy appear’d a painted dream. 
 
 2 The fcoffer owns thy hand, and pays 
 Unwilling honors to thy name; 
 
 While we with pleafure fliout thy praife, 
 With cheerful notes thy love proclaim. 
 
 3 When we review our difinal fears, ^ 
 ’Twas hard to think they’d vanifli fo; 
 With God we left our flowing tears. 
 
 He makes our joys like rivers flow. 
 
 4 The man that in his furrow’d field 
 His fcatter’d feed with fadnefs leaves, 
 Will fliout to fee the harveft yield 
 
 A welcome load of joyful (heaves. 
 
 PSALM 126, c. m. 
 
 1 TUHEN God reveal’d his gracious name, 
 
 * * And chang’d my mournful (late, 
 
319 
 
 PSALM CXXVII. 
 
 Mv rapture teem'd a pleating dream. 
 
 The grace appear’d fo great. 
 
 o The world beheld the glorious change, 
 
 And did thy hand confefs ; 
 
 My tongue broke out in unknown drains, 
 And lung furpriting grace : 
 
 3 <Great is the work/ my neighbours cry’d* 
 
 And own’d the pow'r divine ; 
 
 < Great is the work,' my heart reply’d, 
 t And be the glory tliine/ 
 
 4 The Lord can clear the darkeft tkies, 
 
 Can give us day for night; 
 
 Make drops of facrecl farrows rife 
 To rivers of delight. 
 
 5 Lettliofe that fow in fadnefs wait 
 
 Till the fair harvetl come t 
 They thall confefs their (heaves are great, 
 And fliout the bleflings home. 
 
 S Tho’ feed lie bury’d long in dull, 
 
 It {han’t deceive their hope! 
 
 The precious grain can ne'er be loft, 
 
 For grace infures the crop. 
 
 PSALM 127, L. m. 
 
 I TF God fucceed not, all the coft 
 ^ And pains to build the houfe are loft j 
 
s:o PSALM CXX VII. 
 
 If God the city will not keep, 
 
 The watchful guards as well may fleep. 
 
 2 What if you rife before the fun, I 
 
 And work and toil when day is done, 
 Careful and fparing eat your bread, 
 
 To fhun that poverty you dread; 
 
 3 *Tis all in vain, till God hath blelt; 
 
 He can make, rich, yet give usreii: 
 Children and friends are UlefTmgs too # 
 
 If God our fov’reign make them fo. 
 
 4 Happy the man to whom he fends 
 Obedient children, faithful friends! 
 
 H ow fweet our daily comforts prove, 
 When they are feafon’d with his love! 
 
 PSALM 12/, c. m. 
 
 1 TF God to build the houfe deny, 
 
 The builders work in vain; 
 
 And towns, without his wakeful eye, 
 
 An ufelefs watch maintain. 
 
 2 Before the morning beams arife, 
 
 Your painful work renew, 
 
 And, till the liars afcend the Ikies, 
 
 Your tirefome toil purlue. 
 
 3 Short be your deep, and coarfe your£a*ej 
 
 In vain, till God has blelt; 
 
PSALM CXXVIII; 32 
 
 gut if! His fmiles attend your care, 
 
 K y<ni ihali have food and reil. 
 
 4 Nor children, relatives, nor friends, 
 
 Shall real bleffings prove, 
 
 Nor all the earthly joys he fends. 
 
 If fent without his love. 
 
 PSALM 128, c. m. 
 
 1 A HAPPY man, whofe foul is fill’d 
 U With zeal and reverend awe ! 
 
 His lips to God their honors yield, 
 
 His life adorns the law. 
 
 2 A careful Providence (hall ftand, 
 
 And ever guard thy head. 
 
 Shall on the labors of thy hand 
 Its kindly bleffings filed. 
 
 3 Thy wife fliall be a fruitful vine ; 
 
 Thy children round thy board, 
 
 Each like a plant of honor fhine, 
 
 And learn to fear the Lord. 
 
 4 The Lord (hall thy bed hopes fulfil 
 
 For months and years to come ; 
 
 The Lord who dwells in Zion’s hill, 
 Shall lend thee bleffings home. 
 
 5 This is the man whofe happy eyes 
 
 Shall fee his lioufe increafe. 
 
322 PSALM CXXIX. 
 
 Shall fee the finking church arife, 
 Then leave the world in peace. 
 
 PSALM 129, c. m. 
 
 < 
 
 1 TJP *F om ra ^ y° uth » ™ a y HVfl fay, 
 
 ^ Have I been nurs’d in tears ; 
 
 My griefs were conftant as the day, 
 And tedious as the years. 
 
 2 Up from my youth I bore the rage 
 
 Of all the fons of Arife ; 
 
 Oft they aflail’d my riper age, 
 
 But not deftroy’d my life. 
 
 3 Their cruel plough had torn my flefh, 
 
 With furrows long and deep, 
 Hourly they vex’d my wounds afrefh, 
 Nor let my forrows deep. 
 
 4 The Lord grew angry on his throne^ 
 
 And with impartial eye 
 Meafur’d the mifchiefs they had done, 
 Then let his arrows fly. 
 
 5 How was their infolence furpris’d 
 
 To hear his thunders roll ! 
 
 And all the foes of Zion feiz’d 
 With horror to the foul! 
 
 § Thus (hall the men that hate the faints 
 Be blafted from the (ky ; 
 
PSALM CXXX. 323 
 
 Their dory fades, their courage faints, 
 And all their proje&s die. 
 
 7 r^yhat tho’ they flourifh tall and fair, 
 
 ‘ 1 ^hey have no root beneath ; 
 
 Their growth (hall periih in defpair. 
 
 And lie defpis’d in death.] 
 
 j rgo corn that on the houfe-top {lands, 
 
 L No hope of harveft gives $ 
 
 The reaper ne’er (hall fill his hands, 
 
 Nor binder fold the (heaves. 
 
 9 It fprings and withers on the place : 
 
 No traveller bellows 
 A word of bleffing on the grafs. 
 
 Nor minds it as he goes.] 
 
 PSALM 130 , c. m. 
 
 O UT of the deeps of long diftrefs, 
 
 The borders of defpair, 
 
 Ifent my cries to feek thy grace, 
 
 My groans to move thine ear. 
 
 2 Great God! (hould thy feverer eye. 
 
 And thine impartial hand, 
 
 Mark and revenge iniquity, 
 
 No mortal ftefh could (land. 
 
 3 But there are pardons with my God 
 For crimes of high degree « 
 
324, PSALM CXXX. ' 
 
 Thy Sort hath bought them with his blood, 
 To draw os near to thee. 
 
 4 [I wait for their falvation, Lord, 
 
 With flrong defires I wait; 
 
 My foul, invited by thy word. 
 
 Stands watching at thy gate.] 
 
 5 [Juft as the guards that keep the night, 
 
 Long for the morning Ikies, 
 
 Watch the fir it beams of breaking light, 
 And meet them with their eyes; 
 
 6 So waits my foul to fee thy grace, 
 
 And more intent than they, 
 
 Meets the firft op’nings of thy face, 
 
 And finds a brighter day.] 
 
 7 [Then in the Lord let Ifr’el trull, 
 
 Let Ifr’el feek his face ; 
 
 The Lord is good as well as juft, 
 
 And plenteous in his grace. 
 
 8 There’s full redemption at his throne 
 
 For finners long enflav’d ; 
 
 The great redeemer is his Son, 
 
 And Ifr’el fhall be fav’cf] 
 
 PSALM 130, l. m. 
 
 1 pROM deep diftrefs and troubled thot's, 
 ro thee, r*y God, I rais’d my cries! 
 
PSALM CXXXI. 325 
 
 If thou feverely mark our faults, 
 jjJflelh can Hand before thine eyes. 
 
 2 But thou haft built tby throne of grace,, 
 free to difpenfe thy pardons there. 
 
 That finners may approach thy face, 
 
 And hope, and love, as well as fear. 
 
 3 As the benighted piTgrims wait, 
 
 And long and wifti for breaking day. 
 
 So waits my foul before thy gate ; 
 
 When will my God his face diiplay ? 
 
 j My truft i» fixed upon thy word. 
 
 Nor (hall I truft thy word in vain : 
 
 Let mourning fouls addrefs the Lord, 
 
 And find relief from all their pain. 
 
 S Great is his love, and large his grace. 
 Thro* the redemption of his Son ; 
 
 He turns our feet from linful ways, 
 
 And pardons what our hands have done. 
 
 PSALM 131, c. m. 
 
 1 TS there ambition in my heart ? 
 
 1 Search, gracious God, and fee*. 
 
 Or do I ad a haughty part ? 
 
 Lord, I appeal to thee. 
 
 # I charge my thoughts, be humble Hill? 
 And all my carriage mild; 
 
S26 PSALM CXXXII. 
 
 Content, my Father, with thy will, 
 
 And quiet as a child. 
 
 3 The patient foul, the lowly mind, 
 
 Shall have a large reward ; 
 
 Let faints in forrow lie refign’d, 
 
 And trull a faithful Lord. 
 
 PSALM 132, ver. 5, 13, l. m. 
 
 * HERE (hall we go to feek and find 
 < An habitation for our God, 
 
 A dwelling for th’ Eternal mind, 
 Amongft the fons of fiefti and blood? 
 
 2 The God of Jacob chofe the hill 
 Of Z ion, for his ancient race; 
 
 And Zion is his dwelling Hill, 
 
 His church is with his prefence bleft.' 
 
 3 * Here will I fix my gracious ihrone, 
 
 ‘ And reign forever/ faith the Lord! 
 
 * Here {hall my pow’r and love be known, 
 ‘ And bleflings fhali attend my word. 
 
 4 * Here will I meet the hungry poor, 
 
 1 And fill their fouls with living bread: 
 
 * Sinners that wait before my door, 
 
 * With iweet provifions {hall be fed. 
 
 5 1 Girded with truth, and'cloth’d with grace, 
 
 * My priefts, my minifters, {hall .{hinef 
 
327 
 
 PSALM CXXXII. 
 
 t jj ot Aaron in bis coftly drefs 
 
 • Made an appearance fo divine. 
 
 (. iphe faints, unable to contain 
 ® , Thc iv inward joys (bail fhout and fing ; 
 
 • The Son of David here fhall reign, 
 
 • And Zion triumph in her king. 
 
 7 < flefus fhall foe a num’rous feed 
 
 • Born here, t’ uphold his glorious name ; 
 i jpjg crown fhall flourifli on his head, 
 
 • While all his foes are cloth’d with fhame.’} 
 
 PSALM 132, ver. 4. 5, 7, 8,15—17, c. m. 
 
 I vtO deep nor dumber to his eyes 
 JN Good David would afford, 
 
 Till he had found below the foies, 
 
 A dwelling for the Lord. 
 
 <1 The Lord in Zion plac’d his name, 
 
 His' ark was fettled there : 
 
 To Sion the whole nation came 
 To worfhip thrice a year. ■ 
 
 S But we have no fuch lengths to go. 
 
 Nor wander far abroad : 
 
 Where’er thy faints aflemble now. 
 
 There is a houfe for God, 
 
 pause. 
 
 4 Atife, O King of grace, arife 
 And enter to thy reft 1 
 
Hi 
 
 W K hi 
 
 
 I 
 
 PSALM CXXXIII. 
 
 Lo | thy church waits wivh longing eyes, 
 Thus to be own’d and bled. 
 
 5 Enter with all thy glorious train, 
 
 Thy Spirit and thy word ; 
 
 All that the ark did once contain 
 Could no fuch grace afford. 
 
 6 Here, mighty God* accept our vows. 
 
 Here let thy praife be fpread; 
 Blefs the provilions of thy houfe. 
 And fill thy poor with bread : 
 
 7 Here let the Son of David reign, 
 
 Let God’s Anointed fhine ; 
 
 Juflice and truth his court maintain. 
 With love and pow’r divine. 
 
 8 Here let him hold a lading throne, 
 
 And as his kingdom grows, 
 
 Frefh honors (hall adorn his crown. 
 And fliame confound his foes. 
 
 PSALM 133, c m. 
 
 1 T O, what an entertaining fight 
 
 Are brethren that agree, 
 
 Brethren, whofe cheerful hearts unite 
 In bands of piety. 
 
 2 When dreams of love from Chrift, the 
 
 Defcend to «v*ry foul, [fpring r 
 
 felt 
 
 a . N 
 
Ahd'heav-’nly peace with balmy wing, 
 Shades and bedews the whole 7 
 
 3 »Tis like the oil divinely fweet, 
 
 On Aaron’s rev’rend head-; 
 
 The trickling drops perfumed his feet. 
 
 And o’er his garmentsfpread : 
 
 4 »Tis-pleafant as the morning dews 
 
 That falls on Zion's hill, 
 
 Where God his mildeit glory (hews, : 
 And makes his grace diftiil. 
 
 PSALM 133, s. m. 
 
 1 pLEST are the fans of peace, 
 
 D vVhofe hearts and hopes are one, 
 Whofe kind deligns to ferve and pleafe, 
 Through all their actions run. 
 
 j Bleft is the pious houfa. 
 
 Where zeal and friendfhip meet 
 Their fangs of praife, their mingled vows 
 Make their communion fweet. 
 
 I $ Thus when on Aaron’s head 
 
 They pour’d the rich perfume, 
 
 The oil thro* all his raiment ip read, 
 
 And pleafure fill’d the room. 
 
 4 Thus on the heav’nly hills A 
 
 1 The faints are blett abcwe, ... 
 
330 PSALM CXXXIII, IV. 
 
 Where joy like morning dew dilUlls, 
 And all the air is love. 
 
 PS ALM 133. As the U2d Psalm, i 
 
 1 T TO \ V pleafant his to fee 
 
 ■ A Kindred and friends agree, 
 
 Each in their proper llation move, 
 
 And each fulfil their part 
 With fym pa knifing heart, 
 
 In all the cares of life and love ! 
 
 2 ’Tis like the ointment filed 
 On Aaron’s facred head ; 
 
 Divinely rich, divinely fweet: 
 
 The oil thro 1 all the room 
 Diffus’d a choice perfume, ‘ 
 
 Ran thro’ his robes, and bleft his feet. 
 
 3 Like fruitful firow’rs of rain 
 That water all the plain, 
 
 Dele ending from the ■neighbouring hills; 
 Such dreams o,f pieafut e roll 
 Thro’ ev'ry friendly foul, 
 
 Where love like heavhdy dew diflills. 
 
 Repeat the first stanza to complete the tunc . 
 
 PSALM 134. c m. 
 
 1 VE that obey.th’ immortal King, 
 Attend his holy place; 
 
 JBow to the glories of his'pow’r, 
 
 And blefs his wdndTous grace. 
 
•331 
 
 PSALM CXXXV. 
 
 2 Lift up your hands by morning- light, 
 
 And lend your fouls on high : 
 
 Raiie your admiring thoughts by night 
 Above the ilarry Iky. 
 
 3 The God of Zion cheers our hearts 
 
 With rays of quick’mng grace : 
 
 The God thatfpreads the heav’ns abroad, 
 And rules the fwelling feas. 
 
 PSALM 135, ver. 1—4, 14, 19—21, 
 Part 1, l. m. 
 
 1 pRAISE ye the Lord, exalt his name, 
 
 1 While in his holy courts ye wait $ 
 
 Yir faints that to his houfe belong, 
 
 Or Hand attending at his gate. 
 
 2 Praife. ye the Lord; the Lord is good, 
 
 To praife his name is fweet employ ; 
 
 Ifr’el he chofe of old, and Hill 
 
 His church is his peculiar joy. 
 
 3 The Lord himfelf will judge his faints ; 
 He treats his fervants as his friends ; 
 
 And when he hears their fore complaints. 
 Repents the forrows that he fends. 
 
 4 Thro’ ev*ry age the Lord declares 
 
 His name, and breaks th’ oppreffor's rod: 
 He gives his fuff'ring fervants reft, 
 
 And will be known, “ Th* Almighty God. 
 
332 PSALM CXXXV. 
 
 5 Blefs ye the Lord, who tafle his love. 
 People and prieits exalt his name: 
 Aniongii the faints he ever dwells; 
 
 Mis church is his jerufalem. 
 
 PSALM 135, ver. 5—12, Part 2, L. m. 
 
 1 /^REAT is the Lord, exalted high 
 
 Above all powers and ev’ry throne; 
 Whatever he pieafe in earth and fea, 
 
 Or heav’n, or hell, his hand hath done. 
 
 2 At his command the vapours rife, 
 
 The lightnings fiifh, the thunders roar; 
 He pours the rain, he brings ihe wind 
 And ternpeft from his air) iiore. 
 
 3 * f vvas he thofe dVeadful tokens lent, 
 
 O Egv pt, thro’ thy Hub born land ; 
 When all thy fir (l-born, be ails aval men, 
 Fell dead by his avenging hand. 
 
 4 What mighty nations, mighty kings 
 Fie flew, and their whole country gave 
 To IiV’el, whom his hand redeem’d, 
 
 No more to be proud Pharaoh’s Have ! 
 
 5 His pow’r the fame, the fame his grace 
 That faves us from the hoits of hell; 
 And heav’n he gives us to polfefs, 
 When.ce thofe apoilatc angels fell. 
 
PSALM CXXXV. 333 
 
 PSALM 135, g. m 
 
 WAKE, ye faints, to praife your King, 
 Your fweetell pnffians raife. 
 
 Your pious pleafur.e, while you Hng, 
 lncreafmg with the ptaife. 
 
 a Great is the Lord ; and works unknown 
 Are his divine employ ; 
 
 But ftill his faints are near his throne, 
 
 His treafure and his joy. 
 
 3 Heav’n, earth and fea, confefs his hand ; 
 
 He bids the vapours rife : 
 
 Lightning and ftorm. at his command, 
 Sweep thro’ the founding {kies. 
 
 4 All pow’r, that gods or kings have claim’d, 
 
 Is found with him alone ; 
 
 But heathen gods fhould ne’er be nam’d, 
 Where our Jehovah’s known. 
 
 5 Which of the Hocks or Hones they truH 
 
 Can give them fhow’rs of rain ? £ 
 
 In vain they worfhip glitt’ring duft, 
 
 And pray to gold in vain. 
 
 6 Their gods have tongues that cannot talk, 
 
 Such as their makers gave : 
 
 Their feet were ne’er delign'd to walk, 
 Nor hands have pow’r to fave. 
 
334 PSALM CXXXVI. 
 
 7 Blind are their eyes, their ears are deaf, 
 Nor hear when mortals pray ; 
 
 Mortals that wait for their relief, 
 
 Are blind and deaf as they. 
 
 S Ye nations, know the living God, 
 
 Serve him with faith and fear ; 
 
 He makes thy churches his abode, 
 
 And claims thine honors there. 
 
 PSALM 136, c. m. 
 
 1 Z' - ' 1 IVE-thanks to God the fov’reign Lord, 
 ^ His mercies Hill endure ; 
 
 And be the King of kings ador’d, 
 
 His truth is ever litre. 
 
 2 What wonders hath his wifdom done ! 
 
 How mighty is his hand 1 
 Pleav’n, earth, and fea, he fram’d alone : 
 How wide is his command ! 
 
 3 The fun fupplies the day with light; 
 
 How bright his counfels fnine ! 
 
 The moon and liars adorn the night: 
 
 His works are all divine. 
 
 4 He llruck the fons of Egypt dead ; 
 
 How dreadful is his rod! 
 
 And thence with joy his people led: 
 
 How gracious is our God! 
 
PSALM CXXXVI. ' 335 
 
 * Up deft the fwelling Tea in two ; 
 
 His arm is great in might : 
 
 And "ave the tribes a padage thro’; 
 
 HU pow’r and grace unite. 
 
 6 But Pharaoh’s army there he drown’d ; 
 
 ' How gl ori oils are hi s way s \ 
 
 And brought his faints thro' defart ground; 
 Eternal be his praiie. 
 
 » Q reat m or. arch s fell beneath his hand ; 
 Victorious is hi? i\vord; _ 
 
 While Ifr’el took the promis’d land 
 And faithful is his word. 
 
 g He faw the nations dead in fin ; 
 
 He felt his pity move ; 
 
 How fad the Hate the world was in \ 
 How boundlefs was his love 1 
 
 9 He feht to face us from our woe ; 
 
 His goodnefs never fails : 
 from death, and hell, and ev’ry foe ; 
 
 And Rill his grace prevails. 
 
 19 Give thanks to God the heav’nly King; 
 His mercies ilill endure : 
 
 Let the whole earth his praifes ling ; 
 His truth is ever fure. 
 
 PS ALM 136 As the 148 tb Psalm. 
 1 f ^ IVE thanks to God moil high. 
 The uniyerfai Lord; 
 
5 
 
 PSALM CXXXVI. 
 
 The fov’reign King of kings 
 And be his grace ador’d. 
 
 His pow’r and grace 
 Are itiil th e fame ; 
 
 And let his name 
 Have endlefs praife. 
 
 How mighty is Iris hand! 
 What wonders hath he dc^neJ 
 He form’d the earth and te as. 
 And fpread the heav’ns alone. 
 Thy mercy, Lord, 
 
 Shall Hill endure 
 And ever fare 
 Abides thy word. 
 
 His wifdom fram’d the fun, 
 To crown the day with light ; 
 The moon and twinkling liars. 
 To cheer the davkfome night. 
 H is pow’r and grace 
 Are Hill the fame; 
 
 And let his name 
 Have endlefs praife 
 
 He fmote the firfl born fons, 
 The flow *r of Egypt dead : 
 
 And thence hischofen tribes 
 With joy and glory led. 
 
 Thy mercy Lord, 
 
 Shall Hill endure; 
 
on 
 
 OO 
 
 PSALM cxxxvr. 
 
 And ever fare 
 Abides thy word. 
 
 5 His pow’r and lifted rod 
 Cleft the red-fea in two, 
 
 And for his people made 
 A wond’rous pafiage thro*. 
 
 His pow’r and grace 
 Are ftill the fame ; 
 
 And let his name 
 Have endlefs praife. 
 
 6 But cm el Pharaoh there 
 With all his hods he drown’d 
 And brought his Ifr’el lafe 
 Thro’ a long defart ground. 
 
 Thy mercy, Lord, 
 
 Shall ftill endure; 
 
 And ever fure 
 Abides thy word, 
 
 PAUSE. 
 
 f The kings of Canaan fell 
 Beneath his dreadful hand ; 
 While his own fervants took 
 PoiTeffion of their land. 
 
 His pow’r and grace 
 Are ftill the fame ; 
 
 And let his name 
 Have endlefs praife. 
 
PSALM C XXX VI; 
 
 He faw the nations lie 
 All perilhing in/fin, 
 
 And pity’d the fad date 
 The ruin’d world was in. 
 
 Thy mercy, X^ord, 
 
 Shall fUTl endure ; 
 
 And ever fare 
 Abides thy word. 
 
 He fent his only fon 
 To fave ns from our woe, 
 
 From Satan, fin, and death, 
 
 And .every hurtful foe. 
 
 H is pow’r and grace 
 Are iti 11 the fame ; 
 
 And let his name 
 Have endlefs praife. 
 
 Give thanks aloud to God, 
 
 To God the heav’nly King; 
 
 And let the fpacious earth 
 His works and glories ling. 
 
 Thy mercy, Lord, 
 
 Shall Hill endure 
 And ever fure 
 Abides thy word. 
 
 PSALM 136. Abridged, l. m. 
 
 IVE to our God immortal praife ; 
 Mercy and truth are all his ways 
 
PSALM CXXXVI. 339 
 
 Wonders of grace to God belong, 
 
 Repeat his mercies in your fong. 
 
 2 Give to the Lord of lords renown, 
 
 * The King of kings with glory crown: 
 
 His mercies.ever (hall endure, 
 
 When lords and kings are known no more, 
 
 3 He built the earth, he fpread the iky, 
 
 And fix’d the harry lights on high : 
 Wonders of grace to God belong, 
 
 Repeat his mercies in your fong. 
 
 4 He fills the fun with morning light, 
 
 He bids the moon dired the flight : 
 
 His mercies ever (hall endure, 
 
 When funs and moons fhali thine no more. 
 
 5 The Jews he freed from Pharaoh’s hand. 
 And brought them to the promis’d land : 
 Wonders of grace to God belong, 
 
 Repeat his mercies in your long. 
 
 6 He faw the Gentiles dead in fm, 
 
 And felt his pity work within ; 
 
 His mercies ever fhali endure, 
 
 When death and iin fhali reign no more. 
 
 7 He fent his Son with pow’r to fave 
 From guilt, and darknefs, and the grave 
 Wonders of grace to God belong, 
 
 Repeat his mercies in your fong. 
 
340 PSALM CXXXVIII. 
 
 8 Thro’ this vain world he guides our feet, 
 And leads us to his heav’nly feat; 
 
 His mercies ever fhail endure, 
 
 When this vain world {halt be no more. 
 
 PSALM 138, l. m. 
 
 1 TA7ITH all my pow’rs of heart &. tongue, 
 
 ’ v I’ll praife my Maker in my fong : 
 Angels fhail hear the notes 1 raife, 
 Approve the fong, and join the praife.- 
 
 2 Angels that make thy church their care, 
 Shall witnefs my devotion there, 
 
 While holy zeal dire&s my eyes 
 
 To thy fair temple in the fktes. 
 
 3 I’ll fmg thy truth and mercy, Lord; 
 
 I’ll fing the wonders of thy word; 
 
 Not all thy works and names below 
 So much thy pow’r and glory Ihow. 
 
 4 To God I cry’d when troubles rofe ; 
 
 He heard me and l'ubdu’d my foes, 
 
 He did my rifing fears controul, 
 
 And flrength diffus’d thro’ all my foul. 
 
 £ The God of heav'n maintains his hate, 
 Frowns on the proud, and fcornsthe great; 
 But from his throne d*fcends to fee 
 The fons of humble poverty. 
 
34.1 
 
 PSALM CXXXIX. 
 
 6 Amidft a-thouiand fnares I Hand, 
 
 Upheld and guarded by thy hand; 
 
 Thv words my fainting foul revive, 
 
 And keep my dying faith alive. 
 
 7 Grace will complete what grace begins. 
 
 To lave from forrows or from fins ; 
 
 The work that wifdom undertakes, 
 
 Eternal mercy ne’er for fakes. 
 
 PSALM 139, Part 1, l. m. 
 
 1 T ORD,thou hall fearch’d & feen me thro*; 
 ^Thine eye commands with piercing view 
 My riling and my reiting hours. 
 
 My heart andflefh, with all their pow’rs. 
 
 2 My thoughts, before they are my own. 
 
 Are to my God diitin&ly known ; 
 
 He knows the words 1 mean to fpeak, 
 
 Ere from my op’ning lips they break. 
 
 3 Within thy circling pow’r l Hand ; 
 
 On ev'ry fide 1 find thy hand : 
 
 Awake, alieep, at home, abroad, 
 
 1 am furrounded Hill with God. 
 
 4 Amazing knowledge, vafi and great! 
 What large extent! what lofty height 1 
 My foul, with all the pow’rs I boait, 
 
 Is in the boundlefs profpeft lofi. 
 
342 PSALM CXXXIX. 
 
 5 ‘ O may thefe thoughts pofiefs my breaft, 
 
 * Where’er 1 rove, where’er I reft, 
 
 * Nor let my weaker pafilons dare 
 
 * Confent to llrt, for God is there. 
 
 pause r. 
 
 6 Coukl I io falfe, fo faithlefs prove, 
 
 To quit thy fervice and thy love, 
 
 Where, Lord, could I thy prefence fhun, 
 Or from thy dreadful glory run ? 
 
 7 If up to hsav’n I take my flight, 
 
 *Tis there thou dvrell’ft enthron’d in light; 
 Or dive to hell, there vengeance reigns, 
 And Satan grgans beneath thy chains. 
 
 8 If, mounted on a morning ray, 
 
 I fly beyond the weftern fea, 
 
 Thy fwifter hand would firft arrive, 
 
 And there arrelt thy fugitive. 
 
 9 Or fhould I try to fhun thy fight 
 Beneath the fpreading veil of night, 
 
 One glance of thine, one piercing ray, 
 Would kindle darknefs into day. 
 
 10 1 O may thefe thoughts poffefs my breaft,' 
 
 1 Where’er I rove, where’er I reft ! 
 
 * Nor let my weaker paffions dare 
 
 4 Confent to fin, for God is there.* 4 
 
PSALM CXXXIX. S4S 
 
 PAUSE II. 
 
 11 The veil of night is no difguife, 
 
 No fcreen from thy all-fearching eyes, 
 
 Thy hand can feize thy foes as foon 
 Thro’ midnight Ihades as blazing noon, 
 
 12 Midnight and noon in this agree, 
 
 Great .God, they’re both alike to thee ; 
 
 Nor death can,hide what God will lpy-, 
 And hell lies naked to his eye. 
 
 13 1 0 may thefe thoughts poffefs my bread;, 
 
 < Where’er 1 rove, where’er I reit! 
 
 * Nor let my weaker pallions dare 
 ‘Conlent to fin, for God is there.* 1 
 
 PSALM 139, Part 2, l. m. 
 
 { >rpWAS from thy hand, my God, I came, 
 A work of firch a curious frame, 
 
 In me thy fearful wonders Urine, 
 
 And each proclaims thy Ik ill divine. 
 
 2 Thine eyes did all my limbs -Purvey, 
 Which yet in dark confuficn lay ; 
 
 Thou faw’it the daily growth they tohl 
 Form’d by the model of thy book. 
 
 3 By thee my growing parts were nam’d, 
 And what thy fov’reign counleis fram’d., 
 (The breathinglungs, the beating hearL 
 Was copv’d with unerring art*. 
 
PSALM CXXXIX. 
 
 344 
 
 4 At laft, to (hew my Maker’s name, 90 Q S 
 God llamp’d his image on my frame. 
 
 And in feme unknown moment join’d 
 The linidi’d members to the mind. 
 
 5 There the young feeds of thought began, ’ 
 
 And all the palions of the man: * 
 
 Great God, our infant nature pays 
 Immortal tribute to thy praife ! 
 
 PAUSE. 
 
 6 Lord, fince in my advancing age 
 I’ve a£ted on life’s bufy ilage, 
 
 Thy thoughts of love to me farmount 
 The povv’r of numbers to recount. 
 
 7 I could furvey the ocean o’er, 
 
 And count each land that makes the fhore, 
 Before my fw if tell thoughts could trace 
 The num’rous wonders of thy grace. 
 
 8 Thefe on my heart are Hill impreft. 
 
 With thefe I give my eyes to reil; 
 
 And at my waking hour I find 
 God and his love poflefs my mind. 
 
 PSALM 139, Part 3, l, m. 
 
 1 j\/TY God, what inward grief I feel 
 -30- VVhen impious men tranfgrefs thy vvilll 
 I mourn to hear the if lips profane 
 Take thy tremendous name in vain. 
 
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 PSALM CXXXIX. 
 
 2 Docs not my foul deteft and hate 
 The fons of malice and deceit ? 
 
 Thole that op pole thy laws and thee, 
 
 I count them enemies to me. 
 
 S Lord, fearchmy foul, try ev’ry thought; 
 Tho’ my own heart accufe me npt 
 Of walking in a falfe difguife, 
 
 1 beg the trial of thine eyes. 
 
 4 Doth fecret mifchief lurk within ? 
 
 Do I indulge fome unknown fin \ 
 
 O turn my feet whene’er I ftray, 
 
 Ami lead me in thy perfect way. 
 
 PSALM 139, Parti, c. M. 
 
 1 TN all my vail concerns with thee, 
 
 In vain my foul would try 
 To fluin thy prefence, Lord, or flee 
 The notice of thine eye. 
 
 2 Thine all-furrounding fight furveys 
 
 My rifing and my refi, 
 
 My public walks, my private way?, 
 
 And fecrets of my breait. 
 
 3 My thoughts lie ©pen to the Lord, 
 
 Before they’re form’d within ; 
 
 And ere mv lips pronounce the word, 
 
 He knows the fenfe 1 mean. 
 
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S46 PSALM CXXXIX. 
 
 4 O wond’rous knowledge, deep and high! 
 
 Where can a creature hide? 
 
 Within thy circling arms 1 lie, 
 
 Belet oivev’ry fide. 
 
 5 So let thy grace furround meftill, 
 
 Antt iiKfc a bulwark prove, 
 
 To guard my foul from ev'ry ill, 
 
 Secur’d -by fov’reign love. 
 
 pause. 
 
 6 Lord, where (hall guilty fouls retire, 
 
 Forgotten and unknown ? 
 
 In hell they meet thy dreadful fire. 
 
 In heav’n thy glorious throne. 
 
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 7 Should I fopprefs my vital breath. 
 
 To ’fcape the wrath divine, 
 
 Thy Voice would break the bars of death ? 
 And make the grave refign. 
 
 8 If wing’d with beams of morning-light, 
 
 I fly beyond the weft, 
 
 Thv hand, which mull fupport my flight, 
 Would toon betray my reft. 
 
 9 If o’er my tins I think to draw 
 
 The curtains'of the night, 
 
 Thofe flaming eyes that guard thy law / 
 Would turn the ihades to light. 
 
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 10 The beams of noon, the midnight hour.. 
 Are both alike to thee : 
 
 O may I .ne’er provoke that pow’r 
 From which 1 cannot flee ! 
 
 PS ALM 139, Part 2, c. m. 
 
 1 TXTHEN I with pleafing w.onder Hand, 
 
 And a i\ m y frame furvey, 
 
 Lord, *tis thy work; I own thy hand 
 Thus built my humble clay. 
 
 2 Thy hand my heart and reins poffeil. 
 
 Where unborn nature grew ; 
 
 Thy wifdom all my features trac’d, 
 
 And all my members drew. 
 
 3 Thine eye with niceh care furvey’d 
 
 The growth of ev’ry part ; 
 
 Till the whole fcheme thy thoughts had 
 Was copy’d by thy art. [laid 
 
 4 Heav’n, earth, and fea, and fire,and wind* 
 
 Shew me thy wond’rous (kill ;' 
 
 But I review myfelf, and find 
 Diviner wonders Hill. 
 
 5 Thine awful glories round me fliine. 
 
 My flefli proclaims thy praife ; 
 
 Lord, to thy works of naulre join 
 Thy miracles of grace ! 
 
348 PSALM CXXXIX, XL. 
 
 PSALM 139, ven 14, 17, 18, Part3, c. m. 
 
 An evening psalm . 
 
 1 T ORD, when I count thy mercies o’er,, 
 
 They Itrike me with furprife; 
 
 Not all the fands that fpread the fhore 
 To equal numbers rife. 
 
 2 My de(h with fear and wonder Hands, 
 
 The produft of thy flcill; 
 
 And hourly bleffings from thy hands 
 Thy thoughts of love reveal. 
 
 *3 Thefe on my heart by night I keep; 
 
 How kind, how dear to me! 
 
 O may the hour that ends my deep, 
 
 Still find my thoughts with thee. 
 
 PSALM 140, ver 2—5, l m. 
 
 A morning or evening psalm. 
 
 1 TUTY God, accept my early vows, 
 
 Like morning incenfe in thine houfe ,* 
 And let my nightly worfhip rife 
 Sweet as the ev’ning facritice. 
 
 2 Watch o’er my lips and guard them, Lorji, 
 From ev’ry vafh and heedlefs word 
 
 Nor let my feet incline to tread 
 The guilty path where tinners lead. 
 
 3 O may the righteous, when 1 ftray, 
 
 Smite and reprove my wand’ring way! 
 

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 Their gentle words, like ointment fhed, 
 Shall never bruife, but clieer my head. 
 
 4 When I behold them preit with grief, 
 I’ll cry to hcav’n for their relief 
 And by my warm petitions prove 
 How much I prize their faithful love. 
 
 PSALM 142, c. m. 
 
 1 npO God I made my forrows known, 
 
 A From God 1 fought relief, 
 
 In long complaints before his throne 
 I pour’d out all my grief. 
 
 2 My foul was overwhelm’d with woes, 
 
 My heart began to break ; 
 
 My God, who all my burdens knows. 
 He knows the way 1 take. 
 
 3 On evVy fide I caff mine eye, 
 
 And found my helpers gone, ^ 
 
 While friends and Grangers pafs’d me 
 Neglefled or unknown. 
 
 4 Then did I raife a louder cry, 
 
 And call’d thy mercy near; 
 
 « Thou art my portion when I die, 
 
 ‘ Be thou my refuge here.’ 
 
 5 Lord, 1 am brought exceeding low, 
 
 Now let thine ear attend, ! 
 
 
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 And make my foes, who vex me, know - ' 
 I’ve an almighty friend* 
 
 6 From my fad prifon fet me free. 
 
 Then: fhall I praife thy name ; 
 
 And holy men {hall join with me, 
 
 Thy kindnefs to proclaim ! •' 
 
 PSALM 143, l. m, 
 
 1 TV/T Y righteous judge, my gracious God! * 
 
 Hear when I fpread my hands abroad, 
 And cry for l'uccour from thy throne, 
 
 O make thy truth and mercy known! 
 
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 2 Let judgment not againft me pafs ; 
 
 Behold thy fervant pleads thy grace : 
 Should jultice call us to thy bar, 
 
 No man alive is guiitlefs there. 
 
 3 Look down in pity, Lord, and fee 
 The mighty woes that burden me ; 
 
 Down to the duft my life is brought, 
 
 Like one long burv’d and forgot. 
 
 4 I dwell in darknefs and unfeen. 
 
 My heart is defolate within : 
 
 My thoughts in muling hie nee trace 
 The ancient wonders of thy grace. 
 
 3 Thence I derive a glimpfe of hope 
 To bear my finking ip hits up; 
 
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 I dretch my hands to God again. 
 
 And third like parched lands ror rain. 
 
 6 For thee I thivll, 1 pray, 1 mourn, 
 
 When will thy fmilrng face return * 
 
 Shall all my joys on earth remove. 
 
 And God for ever hide his love . ; 
 
 Mv God, thy long delay to lave 
 Will fink thy pvis’ner to the grave : 
 
 My heart grows faint, and dim mine eve 
 Make hade to help before 1 die. 
 
 3 The night is witnefs to my tears, 
 DidreEng pains, diftrefiing fears; 
 
 O miffht 1 hear tliy morning voice, ^ 
 How would my weary’d pow rs rejoice 
 
 9 In thee I trad, to thee 1 hgh, 
 
 And lift my heavy foul on high ; 
 
 For thee iit waiting all the day, 
 
 And wear the tirefome hours away. 
 
 .0 Break off my fetters, Lord, and (how 
 Which is'the path my feet (hould go j 
 If fnares and foes befet the road, 
 
 I flee to hide me near my God. 
 
 11 Teach me to do thy holy va ill, 
 And lead me to thy heav’nly hid ; 
 Let the good Spirit of thy love 
 Comkia me to thy courts above. 
 
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 The tempter then (hall rage in vain; 
 And fleih, that w,as my foe before, brtA, 
 Shall never vex my Ipirit more. j$ 
 
 PSALM 144, ver. 1, 2, Parti, e. m. 
 
 1 "pOR ever bleffed be the Lord, 
 
 My laviour and my ihiehi ; 
 
 He fends his Spirit with his word, 
 
 To arm me for the field. 
 
 -0 When fin and hell their force unite, 
 
 - He makes my foul his care ; 
 
 Inilru&s me to the heavenly fight. 
 
 And guards me through the war. 
 
 3 A friend and helper fo divine 
 Does my weak courage raife ; 
 
 He makes the glorious vi&ory mine, 
 
 And his (hall be the praile. 
 
 PSALM 144, ver. 3—6, Part 2, c. m. 
 
 * J ORD, what is man, poor feeble man, 
 B-orn of the earth at firft ! 
 
 Plis life a fhadow, light and vain, 
 
 Still hafi’wing to the dull. 
 
 2 O what is feeble dying man, 
 
 Or any of his race, 
 
 That God fhould make it his concern ' 
 To viiit him with graced 
 
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 3 That God, who darts his lightnings down 9 
 Wholhades the worlds above, 
 
 A.nd mountains tremble at his frOwn, 
 
 How wond’rous is his love ! 
 
 PSALM 144, ver. 12—15, Part 3, c. m. 
 
 1 TTAPPY the city, where their Tons, 
 
 XI Like pillars round a palace fet. 
 
 Ami daughters, bright as polifli'd Hones, 
 Give ttrength and beauty to the Hate. 
 
 2 Happy the country where the Iheep, 
 
 ‘ Cattle, and corn, have large increafe ; 
 Where men fecurely work or fleep, 
 
 Nor fons of plunder break their peace. 
 
 3 Happy the nation thus endow’d; 
 
 But more divinely blefl are thole, 
 
 On whom the all-fufficient God 
 Himielf with all his grace bellows. 
 
 PSALM 144, l m. 
 
 1 1V/I Y God, my King, thy various praife 
 1VJL shall fill the remnant of my days ; 
 Thv grace employ my humble tongue, 
 Till death and glory raife the fong. 
 
 2 The wings of c-v’ry hour (hall bear 
 
 Some thankful tribute to thine ear, 
 Andev’ry letting fun (hall fee 2 
 
 New works of duty done for thee,- - 
 
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 3 Thy truth and juftice I’ll proclaim ; 
 
 Thy bounty flows, an endlefs flream; 
 
 Thy mercy fwift, thine anger flow, 
 
 But dreadful to the flubborn foe. 
 
 4 Thy works with fov’reign glory lliine, 
 And fpeak thy majeity divine ; 
 
 Let ev’ry realm with joy proclaim 
 The found and honor of thy name. 
 
 5 Let diftant times and nations raife 
 The long fucceilion of thy*praife ; 
 
 And unborn ages make my fong 
 The joy and labor of their tongue. 
 
 6 But who can fpeak thy wond’rous deeds? 
 Thy greatnels all our thoughts exceeds; 
 Vaft and unfearchable thy ways! 
 
 Valt and immortal be thy pralle ! 
 
 PSALM 145, ver, 1—7,11—13, Part 1, c. m. 
 
 1 T ONG as I live I’ll blefs thy name 
 
 My king, my God of love ! 
 
 My work and joy fhall be the fame 
 In the bright world above. 
 
 2 Great is the Lord, his pow’r unknown, 
 
 And let his praife be great: 
 
 I’ll ling the honors of thy throne, 
 
 Thy works of grace repeat. 
 
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 3 Thy grtice ihall dwell upon my tongue ; 
 
 And while my? lips rejoice, 
 
 The men that hear my facred fong 
 Shall join their cheerful voice. 
 
 4 Fathers to Tons (hall teach thy name. 
 
 And children learn thy ways ; 
 
 Ages to come thy truth proclaim. 
 
 And nations found thy praife. 
 
 5 Thy glorious deeds of ancient date 
 
 Shall through the world be known? 
 
 Thine arm of pow’r, thy heav’nly Hate* 
 With public fplendor {hone. 
 
 6 The world is manag’d by thy hands. 
 
 Thy faints are rul’d by love; 
 
 And thine eternal kingdom Hands, 
 
 . Though rocks and hills remove. 
 
 PSALM 145, ver. 7 t <Jfc. -Part 2, c. m. 
 
 1 QWEET is the memory of thy grace, 
 
 ^ My God, my heav’nly king ! 
 
 Let age to age thy righteoufnefs 
 In founds of glory fmg. 
 
 2 God reigns on high, but- not confines 
 His goodnefs to the Ikies ; 
 
 Through the whole earth his bounty OfimiS, 
 And evVy want fupplies. 
 
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 PSALM cxlv. 
 
 S With, longing eyes thy creatures wait ^ 
 On thee for daily food; 
 
 Thy lib’ral hand provides their meat, 
 
 And fills their months with good. 
 
 4 How kind are thy compaffioms, Lord ! 
 
 How flow thine anger moves ! 
 
 But foo.n he lends his pard’ning word, 
 
 To cheer the fouls he loves. 
 
 5 Creatures, with all their endiefs race, 
 
 Thy pow’r and praife proclaim; 
 
 But faints, that tafte thy richer grace, 
 Delight to blefs thy name. 
 
 PSALM 145, ver. 14,17, &c. Part 3, c. m. 
 
 1 T ET ev’ry tongue thy goodnefs fpeak, 
 
 Thou fov’reign Lord of all: 
 
 Thy ftrength'ning hands uphold the weak, 
 And raife the poor that fall. 
 
 2 When forrows bow l^he fpirit down, 
 
 Or virtue lies diitreft 
 Beneath fome proud opprefTor’s frown, 
 Thou giv’ft the mourners reft. 
 
 3 The Lord fupports our tott’ring days. 
 
 And guides our giddy youth : 
 
 Holy and juft are all his ways, 
 
 And all his words are truth. ' 
 
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 l He knows the pain his fervants fee 1, 
 
 He hears his children cry, 
 
 And their beft withes to fulfil. 
 
 His grace is ever nigh. 
 
 5 His mercy never (hall remove 
 From men of heart fincere ; 
 
 He laves the fouls whofe humble love 
 js join’d with holy fear. 
 
 § rHis ftubborn foes his fword Ihall flay, 
 
 L And pierce their hearts with pain : 
 
 But none that ferve the Lord ihall lay, 
 ‘They fought his aid in vain.’] 
 
 7 rMy lips (hall dwell upon his praife, 
 
 L And fpread his fame abroad: 
 
 Let ail the fan* of Adam raife 
 The honors of their God-J 
 
 PSALM 146, l. m. 
 
 1 r)R A1SE ve the Lord: my heart (hall joa4 
 Jr In work fo pleafant, fo divine; 
 
 How, while the fielh is mine abode, 
 
 And when my foul afcends to GocL 
 
 2 Praife (hall employ my noblcft pow’r? 
 
 * While immortality endures: 
 
 Mv day s of praife ne’ar be paft. 
 
 While life, and thought* and being 
 
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 o Why fltould I make a man my trull l r ’ $ 
 Pri nces muft die, and turn to dud ; ni H 
 Their breath departs, their pomp & power, 
 And thoughts, ail vanifh in an hour. 
 
 4 Happy the man whofe hopes rely 
 On Ifr’el’s God; he made the Iky, 
 
 And earth, and feas, with all their train; 
 And none 111ai 1 find his promife vain. 
 
 £ His truth for evfer d&nds fecure : $ 
 
 He faves th* oppreft, he feeds the poor, 
 He fends the labVing confcience peace* 
 And grants the pris’ner fweet reieafe. 
 
 6 The Lord hath eyes to give the blind; 
 The Lord fupports the linking mind ; 
 
 He helps the ftranger in didrefs. 
 
 The widow and the fatherlefs. 
 
 7 He loves his faints, he knows them well, 
 But turns the witked down to hell; 
 
 Thy God, 0 Zion, ever reigns; t 
 
 Praife him ineverlading lirains. 
 
 PSALM 146. As the Psalm. 
 
 ^ T’LL praife my maker with my breath; 
 
 ' And when my voice is Ibft in death, 
 Praife final! employ my nobler pow’rs ; 
 My days of praife (hall ne’er be paft 
 While life, an-d thought, and being lad, 
 
 Or i minor tali ty -endures. * • . t .. 
 
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 5 Why flicnId I make a man my trull ? 
 
 Princes nwit die and turn to dull t 
 Vain is the help of Belli and blood ; 
 
 Their breath departs, then pomp & power, 
 And thoughts., .all vanitli in an hour; 
 
 Nor can they make their promife good, 
 
 3 Happy the man whole hopes rely 
 On ifr’el’s God: he made the fky, 
 
 And earth, and leas, with all their train.; 
 His truth for ever Hands fecure : 
 
 He faves th’ oppreft, he feeds the poor ; 
 And none fliall find his promife vain. 
 
 4 The Lord hath eyes to give the blind ; 
 
 The Lord fupports the linking mind; , 
 
 He fends the labVmg confidence peace, 
 Hehelp^ the ftranger in diitrefs, 
 
 The widow anti the fatlierlefs, 
 
 And grants the prisoner fweet releafe. 
 
 5 He loves his faints, he knows th<?m well*' 
 But turns the wicked down to hell; 
 
 Thy God, O'Zion, ever reigns ! 
 
 Let ev’ry tongue, let ev’ry age. 
 
 In this exalted work engage, 
 
 Praife him in everlafting llrains* 
 
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 6 I’ll praife him while he lends me breathy 
 And When ray voice is loll in death, 
 
 Praife lhall employ my nobler pow’t%: 
 
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 My days of praife {hall ne’er be pad. 
 While life and thought* and being lail, 
 
 Or immortality endures. 
 
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 PSALM 147, Part 1, l . m. 
 
 1 pRAXSE ye the Lord, *tis good toraife 
 * Our hearts and voices in his praife : 
 His nature and his works invite 
 To make this duty our delight. 
 
 S The Lord builds up Jerusalem, 
 
 And gathers nations to his name, 
 
 His mercy melts the ftubborn foul. 
 
 And makes the broken fpirit whole. 
 
 3 He form’d the ftars, thofe heav’nly flames, 
 He counts their numbers, calls their names, 
 His wifdom’s vaft, and knows no bound, 
 
 A deep where ail our thoughts are drown’d. 
 
 4 Great is our Lord, and great his might, 
 And all his glories infinite : 
 
 He crowns the meek, rewards the juft, 
 And treads the wicked to the dull. 
 
 PAUSE. 
 
 5 Sing to the Lord, exalt him high, 
 
 Who fpreads his clouds around the Iky, 
 There he prepares the fruitful rain, 
 
 ^ Nor lets the drops defcend in vain. 
 
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 6 H? wakes the g-i*a4> the hills adorn, - H 
 Ahd clothes'the felling ftelds’SVith corn : 
 The beaits with food his hands 1 apply. 
 
 And the young ravens when they cry. 
 
 7 What is the creature's (kill or force ? 
 
 The fptightly man, the warlike horfe, 
 
 The nimble wit, tlie active limb ? 
 
 All are too mean delignts for him* 
 
 8 But faints are lovely in his light, 
 
 He views his children with delight : 
 
 He lees their hope, he knows their fear, 
 And looks and loves his image there. 
 
 PSALM 147, Part 2, i,. m. 
 
 Summer and winter* . * 
 
 1 T £T Zion praife the mighty God, 
 
 Li And make his honors known abroad ; 
 For fweet the joy our fongs to raile, 
 
 And glorious is the work of praife. 
 
 2 Onr children live fecure and blefsdd*; 
 
 " Our lb or is have peace, our cities ifeft; 
 He feeds our fons with fined wheat, 
 
 And adds‘his bleiTmgs to their meat. 
 
 I 3 The changing feafons he ordains, 
 
 The early and the latter rains : - 
 R His flakes of fn qw. like wo^Lhe fends,H 
 And thus the fpringing'corn defends. 
 
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 4 With hoary froil he ilrews the ground j 
 H is hail dele ends with dreadful found : 
 His iev bands the rivers hold, 
 
 And terror arms his wintry cold. 
 
 <5 He bids the warmer breezes blow. 
 
 The ice dilfolves, the waters flow : 
 
 But he hath nobler works and wavs 
 To call his people to his praife. 
 
 6 Through all our dates his laws are fliown* 
 His golpel through the nations known, 
 
 He hath not thus reveal’d his word 
 To ev’ry land—Praife ye the Lord. 
 
 PSALM 147, ver. 7—9, 13—18, c. m. 
 
 1 lA/'ITH fongs and honors founding loud 
 
 ’ * Adilrefs the Lord on high, 
 
 Over the heav’ns he fpreads his cloud, 
 And waters veil the fkv. 
 
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 2 He fends his fliow'rs of bleidngs down, 
 
 To cheer the plains below : 
 
 He makes the grafs the mountains crown, 
 And corn in vallies grow. 
 
 3 He gives the grazing ox his meat. 
 
 He hears the ravens erv, 
 
 But man, who tades his fined wheat, 
 Should raife his honors high. 
 
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 4 His fleady counfels change the face 
 
 Of the declining year, 
 
 He bids the fun cut fhcrt his race. 
 
 And wint'ry days appear. 
 
 5 His hoary froft, his fleecy finow, 
 
 Defcend arid clothe the ground ; 
 
 The liquid ftreams forbear to flow, 
 
 In icy fetters bound 
 
 6 When from his dreadful {lores on high 
 
 He pours the rattling hail, 
 
 The wretch that dares his God defy 
 Shall And his courage fail. 
 
 7 He fends his word and melts the fnow, 
 
 The fields no longer mourn: , 
 
 He calls the warmer gales to blow, 
 
 And bids the fpring return. 
 
 8 The changing wind, the flying cloud, 
 
 Obey his mighty word: 
 
 With longs and honors founding loud.* 
 Praife ye the fov’reign Lord. 
 
 PSALM 148. Proper Metre. 
 
 1 VE tribes of Adam, join 
 
 With heav’n, and earth, and feas. 
 Arid offer notes divine 
 To your Creator’s praife^ 
 
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 Ye holy throng 
 Of angels bright, 
 
 In worlds of light, 
 
 Begin the fong. 
 
 Thou fun with dazzling rays. 
 And moon that rules the night 
 Shine to your Maker’s praife, 
 W i th liars o f tw i nkl i ng 1 ight. 
 His pow’r declare, 
 
 Ye floods on high, 
 
 And clouds that liy 
 In empty air. 
 
 The fhining worlds above 
 
 In glorious order Hand, 
 
 Or in fwiftcourfes move 
 
 By his fupreme command. 
 
 He fpake the word, 
 
 « And ail their frame 
 
 From nothing came 
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 To^prailh the Lord, 
 
 He mov’d the mighty wheels 
 In unknown ages pail, 
 
 And each his word fulfils 
 While time and nature kill. 
 
 In diff’rent ways 
 His works proclaim 
 H is world’roirs name, 
 
 A nd ipeak h i s pva i fe. 
 
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 5 Let all the earth-born race, 
 
 And mongers of the deep, 
 
 The fhh that cleave the leas, 
 
 Or in their bo fora deep j 
 
 From fea and (bore 
 Their tribute pay, 
 
 And hill difplay 
 Their Maker’s pow’r. 
 
 6 Ye vapours, hai 1 , and fsow, 
 
 Praife ye th* Almighty Lord, 
 
 And ftormy winds that blow, 
 
 To execute his word. 
 
 When lightnings (lime, 
 
 Or thunders roar, 
 
 Let earth adore, 
 
 His hand divine. 
 
 7 Ye mountains near the (kies, 
 With lofty cedars there, 
 
 And trees of humbler fize, 
 
 That fruit in plenty bear ; 
 
 Bealls, wild and tame, 
 
 Birds, flies, and worms, 
 
 In various forms, 
 
 Exalt his name. 
 
 8 Ye kings, and judges, fear _ ’ 
 
 The Lord, the lev reign King;. 
 
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 And while you rule us here. 
 
 His heav’nly honors fmg : 
 
 Nor let the dream v n 
 
 Of pow’r and Hate 
 Make you forget 
 His pow*r fupreme. 
 
 9 Virgins, and youths, engage. 
 
 To found his praife ditaine. 
 
 While infancy and age 
 Their feebler voices join. 
 
 Wide as he reigns 
 His name be fung, 
 
 By ev'ry tongue, 
 
 In endlefs drains. 
 
 
 10 Let all the nations fear 
 
 The God that rules above, 
 
 He brings his people near, 
 
 And makes them tafte his love. 
 
 While earth and Iky 
 Attempt his praife. 
 
 His faints {hall raife 
 His honors high. 
 
 PSALM 148. Paraphrafed. l. m. 
 
 1 T OUD hallelujahs to the Lord, [dwell i 
 ^ From diftant worlds where creature* 
 Let heav'n begin the folemn word. 
 
 And found it dreadful down to hell. 
 
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 0 lJll2tb or V27tb psalm.. by adding these two 
 
 lines to every stanza , namely , 
 
 Facb of his works his name difplays 
 But they can ne’er fulfil the praile. 
 
 Otherwise it must be .sung to the usual tunes of the. 
 
 Long Metre. 
 
 o The Lord \ how abfolute he reigns \ 
 
 1 «t ev’rv angel bend the knee ; 
 cw of his love in heav’nly thains, 
 
 And fpeak how fierce his terrors he. 
 
 3 High on a throne his glories dwell, 
 
 An awful throne of (Inning bills . 
 
 Flv through the world, O tun, and tell ^ 
 How dark thy beams compar d to ms. 
 
 i Awake, ye temped* and his fame 
 In founds of dreadful praife dec.are. 
 
 And the fweet whilper of his name 
 Fill ev’ry gentler breeze of air. 
 
 5 Let clouds, and winds, and waves agree, 
 To join their praife with blazing hie. 
 
 Let the firm earth, and rolling lea. 
 
 In this eternal fong conipire. 
 
 6 Ye flow’ry plains proclaim his ikiU, 
 
 * Vallies lie low before his eye, ; ; ^ 
 
 •* - ei'i lolthssit* U bnuoi bfth 
 
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 And let his praife from ev’ry hill 
 Liie tune!ul to the neighb*ring (k Yi 
 
 7 ^ e ftubbarn oaks, and {lately pines. 
 
 Bend your high branches and adore .* 
 
 * ' Praife him, ye beads, in different drains, 
 The lamb mull bleat, the lion roar. 
 
 S Birds, ye mutt make his praife your theme, 
 Nature demands a fong from you; 
 
 While the dumb fiftt that cut the dream, 
 Leap up, and mean his praifes too. 
 
 9 Mortals, can you refrain your tongue. 
 When nature all around you fings ? 
 
 O for a ihout from old and young, 
 
 From humble fvvains and lofty kings l 
 
 10 'Wide as his vad dominion lies, 
 
 Make the Creator’s name be known, 
 Loud as. his thunder Ihout his praife. 
 
 And found it lofty as his throne. 
 
 11 Jehovah! his a glorious word! 
 
 O may it dwell on evhy tongue! 
 
 But faints, who bed have known the Lord, 
 Are bound to raife the nobled fong. 
 
 12 Speak of the wonders of that love 
 Which Gabriel plays on ev’.ry chord : 
 From all belo.w, and all above, 
 
 Loud hallelujahs to the Lord! 
 
PSALM CXLVIIL S«>» 
 
 PSALM 148, s. m. 
 
 1 T ET ev’ry creature join 
 
 JLi praiie th* eternal God ; 
 
 Ye heav’nly hofts the fong begin, 
 
 And found his name abroad. ^ 
 
 2 Thou fun with golden beams, 
 
 And moon with paler rays, 
 
 Ye flarry lights, ye twinkling flames. 
 Shine to your maker’s praiie. 
 
 3 He built thofe worlds above, 
 
 And fix’d their wondTous frame ; 
 
 By his command they Hand or move, 
 
 And ever fpeak his name. 
 
 4 Ye vapours, when ye rife. 
 
 Or fall in fhow’rs, or fnow, 
 
 Ye thunders murm’ring round the (kies. 
 His pow’r and glory (how. 
 
 5 Wind, hail, and fiafhing fire, 
 
 Agree to praife the Lord, 
 
 When ye in dreadful ftorms confpire 
 To execute his word. 
 
 6 By all his works above 
 
 His honors beexpreft; 
 
 But faints that tafte his favinglove, 
 Should fing his praifes belt. 
 
370 PSALM CXI.VIII. 
 
 PAUSE f. s. 
 
 7 Let earth and ocean know ' f 
 
 They owe their Maker praife ; 
 
 Praife him, ye wat’ry worlds below, 
 And monfters of the feas. 
 
 • From mountains near the fky 
 Let his high praife refound, 
 
 From humble Ihrubs and cedars high, 
 And vales and fields around. 
 
 9 Ye lions of the wood, 
 
 And tamer beafts that graze, 
 
 Ye live upon his daily food. 
 
 And he expels your praife. 
 
 10 Ye birds of lofty wing, 
 
 On high his praifesbear; 
 
 Or lit on flow'ry houghs, and ling, 
 
 Your maker’s glory there. 
 
 11 Ye creeping ants and worms, 
 
 H is various wifdom {how, 
 
 And flies in all your finning fwarms, 
 Praife him that drefs’d you fo. 
 
 12 By all the earth-born race 
 
 His honors be expreft ; 
 
 But faints that know his heav’nly grace, 
 Should learn to praife him belt. 
 
371 
 
 PSALM CXLIX*K 
 
 P VUSE II. 
 
 3 Monarchs of w de command, 
 
 Praife ye th’ eternal King ; 
 
 Judges, adore that fov’reign ha*d # 
 Whence all your honors fpring. 
 
 4 Let vig’rous youth engage 
 
 To found his praiies high ; 
 
 While growing babes, and with ring <tge, 
 Their feeble voices try. 
 
 5 United zeal be Ihown 
 
 His wond’rous fame to raifb ; 
 
 God is the Lord: his name alone 
 Deferves our endlefs praile. 
 
 16 Let nature join with art, 
 
 And all pronounce him bled; 
 
 But faints that dwell fo near his hc^rt* 
 Should ling his praiies belt. 
 
 PSALM 149, c. m. 
 
 1 A LL ye that love the Lord rejoice. 
 
 And let your longs be new ; 
 
 Amidft the church with cheerful voice 
 H is latter wonders Ihew. 
 
 2 The Jews, the people of his grace, 
 
 Shall their Redeemer fmg : 
 
 And Gentile nations join the praife., 
 While Zion owns her King. 
 
372 CL. 
 
 3 The Lord takes, plea lure in the juft, 
 
 Whom finners treat with fcorn ; 
 
 The meek that lie defpijs’d in duft; 
 Salvation (hall adorn. 
 
 4 Saints fnail he joyful in their King-, 
 
 Ev’n on a dying bed : 
 
 And like the fouls in glory ling, 
 
 For God fnail raife the dead, 
 
 5 Then his high praiie diall fill their tongues, 
 
 Their hands (hall wield the l\vord: 
 And vengeance, fha.ll attend their longs, 
 The vengeance of the Lord. 
 
 6 When Chrift the judgment-feat afcends, 
 
 And bids the world appear, 
 
 Thrones are prepar’d for all his friends, 
 Who humbly lov’d him here. 
 
 7 Then (hall they rule with iron rod 
 
 Nations that dar\l rebel ; 
 
 And join the fentence of their God 
 On tyrants doom’d to hell. 
 
 $ The royal finners bound in chains 
 New triumphs (hall afford ; 
 
 Such honor for the faints remains ; 
 Praifte ye and love the Lord. 
 
 FSALM 150, ver. 1, 2 ; 6, c. m. 
 
 ^ God’s own lioufe pronounce his praife 
 His grace he there reveals ; 
 

 
 DOXOLOGY. 273 
 
 Tolieav’n your joy aud wonder raife, 
 
 For there his glory dwells. 
 
 Let all your facred paffions move, 
 
 While you rehearle his deeds; 
 
 But the great work of laving love 
 Your big he It praife exceeds. 
 
 All that have motion, life, and breath, 
 Proclaim your Maker bleft; 
 
 Yet when my voice expires in dentil. 
 
 My foul (hall praife him bell. 
 
 THE CHRISTIAN DOXOLOGY. 
 
 Long Metre. 
 
 T O God the Father, God the Son, 
 
 And God the Spirit, Three in One, 
 
 Be honor, praile, and glory giv n, 
 
 Bv all on earth, and all in heavhu 
 
 Common Metre. 
 
 L ET God the Father, and the Son, 
 
 And Spirit be ador’.d, 
 
 Where there are w r orks to make him known, 
 Or faints that love the Lord. 
 
 Common Metre. 
 
 Where the tune includes two stanzas •, 
 
 T HE God of mercy be ador’d, 
 
 Who calls our fouls from death ; 
 
 
 
$74, DOXOLOGY. 
 
 \tho faves by his redeeming Word, 
 And new creating Breath. 
 
 To praife the Father, and the Son, 
 And Spirit all divine, 
 
 The One in Three, and Three in One, 
 Let faints and angels join. 
 
 Short Metre. 
 
 VE angels round the throne, 
 
 And faints that dwell below, 
 
 W pilhip the Father, praife the Son-, 
 And blefs the Spirit too. 
 
 As the 113th Pfalm. 
 
 ’^'O'W to the great and facred Three, 
 The Father, Son, and Spirit, be 
 Eternal praife and glory giv’n. 
 
 Thro* all the worlds where God is known 
 By all the angels near the throne, 
 
 And all the laints in earth, and heav’n. 
 
 
 As the 148th Pfalm. 
 
 TPO God the Father’s throne 
 A Perpetual howors raife ; 
 Glory to God the Son ; 
 
 To God the Spirit praife; 
 With,all our powers, 
 Eternal King, 
 
 Thy name we fing, 
 
 While faith adores. 
 
( 375 ) 
 
 AN 
 
 INDEX, 
 
 TO FIND A PSALM SUITED TO PAR'PICUL AX 
 SUBJECTS OR OCCASIONS. 
 
 Note, In this table I have not dire&ed to the 
 feveral parts or metres of the plalm, left it 
 ihould breed too great a confufion of figures. 
 What is fought in any pfatm, may eafily be 
 found by turning a leaf or two backward or 
 forward to the diilinct parts or metres. 
 
 If you find not what word you feek in this 
 table, feek another of the lame fignifica- 
 tion : or feek it under fome of the more ge¬ 
 neral words, fuch as Cod , Christ , Church* 
 Saints, Psalm, Prayer , Praise, Affliction* 
 Grace, Deliverance, Death , &c. 
 
 
 
 
 A. 
 
 Adam the firft and fecond, their dominion, 8 
 Affixed, pity to them, 35, 41. and tempted* 
 fupported, 55, 115, 146. their prayer, 102* 
 143. faints happy, 73, 94, 119,14th part. 
 Afflictions, hope in them, 13, 42, 77. iupport 
 and profit, 119, 14th part, inftituaioiv by 
 
376 INDEX. 
 
 them, 94, 119, 18th part, fan&tfied, 94,119, 
 18th part, courage in them, 119, 17th part, 
 removed by-prayer, 34, 107. fubmiffion to 
 them, 39, 123,. 131. from men, fee Perfecu- 
 tion, in mind dnd body, 143, trying our 
 graces, 66, llO/llth part, without rejec¬ 
 tion, 89. of d'aints and tinners different, 94. 
 gentle, 133. moderated, 125. very great, 77, 
 102, 143. 
 
 Aged, faints reflection and hope, 71. 
 
 All-feeing God, 139. 
 
 Angels, guardian, 34, 91. all fubjectto Chrift, 
 89, 97, praife the Lord, 103. prcfent in 
 churches, 138. 
 
 Appeal to God againft per fecu tor's, 7. con¬ 
 cerning our linceritv, 139 ocr humility, 131. 
 
 Afceafion of Chrift. 24, 47, 68, 110. 
 
 Affiltance from God, 138, 144 
 
 Atheifm practical, 12, 14 36, punifhed, 10. 
 
 Attributes of God, 36, 111, 145, 147. 
 
 Authority from God, 75, 82. 
 
 B. 
 
 Backsliding foul in diftrefs and defertiom 
 25. reilored, 51. pardoned, 78, 130. 
 
 Bieiling of God in the butinefs and comforts 
 of life, 127, 
 
 Bieiing^ of a family, 128, 133. of a nation, 
 
INDEX. 277 
 
 144, 147- of the country, 65, 147. of a per- 
 fon, t,:32, 112. 
 
 Blood, of Chritt cleanfing from fin, 51, 69. 
 
 Book of nature and l'cripture, 19, 119, 4th. 
 part. 
 
 Britain's profpevity, 67. delivered from flave- 
 ry, 75. happinels, 147. 
 
 Brotherly love, 133. reproof, 141. 
 
 Bulinefs of life bleit, 127. 
 
 C. 
 
 Care of God over his faints, 34. 
 
 Charity to the poor, 37, 41, 112. and juflice s 
 15, 112. mixed with imprecations, 35. 
 
 Challifement, lee Affli&ions. t 
 
 Children praifing God. 8 made bleflings, 127,. 
 128 inltrudled, 34, 78. 
 
 Chrift the fecond Adam, his incarnation, his 
 dominion, 8. his all-fufiiciency, 16 his af- 
 cenfion, 24, 68, 110. the church’s founda¬ 
 tion, 118. his coming, the figns of it, 12. 
 his condefcenlion and glorification, 8. co¬ 
 venant made with him, 89. firlt and fecond 
 coming, or his incarnation, kingdom, and 
 judgment, 96, 97, 98 the true David, 35, 
 89. his death and refurre&ion, 16, 22, 69, 
 the eternal Creator, 102. exalted to the 
 kingdom, 2, 8, 21, 72, 110, our example, 
 
37$ INDEX. 
 
 109. faith in his blood, 51 God and man, 
 89. his Godhead, 102. our hope, 4\ 51. his 
 incarnation and facrifice, 40 the king, and 
 The church his fpoufifc, 45. his kingdom 
 ampng the Geutiles, 72, 8 7 ,1.32. his love to 
 enemies, 35, 109. his majdly, 97, 99 his 
 mediatorial kingdom, 89, 110 his obedi¬ 
 ence and death, 69. his pevfonal glories and 
 government, 45. praifed by children, 8. 
 prieft and king, 11.0. his re furred ion on 
 vhe Lord’s day, 118, our ilrength and 
 righteoufnefs, 71. his lu fieri mgs and king¬ 
 dom, 2, 22, 69. his fufierings for our falva- 
 tion, 69. his zeal and reproaches, 69. 
 
 Chriitian qualifications, 15, 24. church made 
 of Jews and Gentiles. 87. 
 
 Church, its beauty, 45, 48, 122. the birth-place 
 of faints, 87. built on Jeius C brill, 118. 
 delight and fafety in it, 27. dellrmTiion of 
 enemies proceeds from thence, 76 gather¬ 
 ed and fettled, 132 of the Gentiles, 45, 47. 
 God fights for her, 10, 20, 46. God’s pre¬ 
 fence there, 84, 132- God’s fpecial delight, 
 87, 132. God’s garden, 92. goingtoit, 122. 
 the houfe and care of God, 135. of the jews 
 and Gentiles, 87. its increase, 67- prayer 
 in diflrefs, 83 perfecuted, fee Perfecution; 
 reiiored by prayer, 85, 102, 107. .its fafety 
 
INDEX. 3 79 
 
 innational defolations, 46. is the fafety and 
 honor of a nation, 48. the fpoufe of Chriit, 
 45. its worfhip and order, 48. wrath again!! 
 enemies proceeds thence, 76. 
 
 Colonies planted, 107. 
 
 Comfort, holinefs and pardon, 4.32,119, 11th 
 and 12th parts, and ftipport in God, 16, 94 
 from ancient providences, 77, 143. of life 
 bleft, 127. and pardon, 130. 
 
 Company of faints, 16, 106. 
 
 Complaint of abfence from public worfhip, 
 .42 of ficknefs, 6. defertion, 13. pride, 
 atheifm, oppreffion, &c 10,12 of tempta¬ 
 tion, 13. general, 102. of quarrelfome neigh¬ 
 bours, 120 of heavy afhi&ions in mind aqd 
 body, 143. 
 
 Companion of God, lOo, 145, 147. 
 
 Communion with faints, 106, 133. 
 
 Confeffion of our poverty, 16 of fin, repent¬ 
 ance, and pardon, 32, 38, 51, 130, 143. 
 
 Conference tender, 119, 13th part, its guilt 
 relieved, 32, 38, 51, 130. 
 
 Contention complained of, 120. 
 
 Converfe with God, 63, 119, 2d part. 
 
 Converfion and joy, 126. at the afcenfion of 
 Chrilt, 110. of jews and Gentiles, 87, 96, 
 106. 
 
 Corredion, fee Affli&ion. 
 
380 INDEX. 
 
 Corruption of manners general, 11, 12. 
 
 Counfel and fupport from God, 16, 119, 6th 
 part. 
 
 Courage in dea\h, 16, 17, 71 in perfecution, 
 119, 17th part. 
 
 Covenant made with Chrift, 89. of grace un¬ 
 changeable, 89, 106. 
 
 Creation, and providence, 33, 194, 135, 136, 
 
 147, 148. 
 
 Creatures, no truft in them, 33, 62, 146. vain, 
 ami God all-fufficient, 33, praiftng God. 
 
 148. 
 
 D. 
 
 Daily devotion, 55, 139. 
 
 Day of humiliations for difappointments in 
 war, 60. 
 
 Death and refurre<ftion of Chrift, 16, 69. of 
 faints and tinners; 17, 37, 49. and fuffer- 
 ings of Chrift, 22, 69. deliverance from it, 
 31. and pride, 49. and the refurre<ftion, 49, 
 71, 89 courage in it, 10, 17, 23. the effe<ft 
 of lin, 90. 
 
 Defence in God, 3, 121. and falvation in 
 God, 18, 61. 
 
 Delaying Tinners warned, 95. 
 
 Delight and fafety in the church, 27, 48, 84. 
 in the law of God, 119, 5th, 8th, and 18th 
 parts. ill God, 18, 42, 63, 73, 84. 
 
 km 
 
 -v. fy.«- Wl 
 
INDEX. 381 
 
 p e |i v erance begun and perfe&ed, 85. from 
 defpair, 18. from deep diilrefs, 34, 40. 
 from death, 31, H8. from oppreffion and 
 ihlfebood, 56 from perfection, 53, 94 by 
 prayer, 34, 40, 85, 126. from lb ip wreck, 
 107. from (lander, 31 furprifing, 126. from 
 temptation, 3, 6, 13, 18. from a tumult, 
 
 118 
 
 Defrtion anddiflrefsof foul, 13, 25, o3,143. 
 Defire of knowledge, 119,9th part, ofholi- 
 nefs 119. 11th part, of comfort and de¬ 
 liverance, 119, 12th part, of quickening 
 
 grace, 119, 16th part 
 
 Deflations, the church’s iafety in them, 4o. 
 Defpair and hope in death, 17, 49. deliver¬ 
 ance from it, 18, 130 
 
 Devotion, daily, 55,134,141. on a fick bed, 6, 
 39 fee Morning, Evening, Lord s Day. 
 Direction and pardon, 25 and defence pray¬ 
 ed for, 5. and hope, 42. fee Knowledge. 
 Difeafe, fee Sicknefs. 
 
 Diilrefs of foul, or backfiidmg and deieition, 
 25. relieved, 51, loO. 
 
 Dominion of man over creatures, • 
 
 Doubts and fears fuppreffed, 3,31, 143. 
 Drunkard and glutton, 107. 
 
 Duty to God and man, 15 24. _ i 
 
 Dwelling with God# lee fleaven, Church# 
 
383 s INDEX. 
 
 E. 
 
 Education, religious, 34, 78. 
 
 Egypt’s plagues, 105. 
 
 End of the righteous and wicked, 1, 37. 
 
 Enemies overcome, 18. prayed for, 35, 109. 
 deltroyed, 12. 48. 76. 
 
 Envy and unbelief cured, 37, 49. 
 
 Equity and wifdom of Providence, 9. 
 
 Evening pfalm, 4, 139, 141. 
 
 Evidences of grace, or felf-examination, 26. 
 of fincerity, 18, 19, 139. 
 
 Evil times, 12. neighbours, 120 magiftrates,- 
 11, 58, 82. 
 
 Exaltation of Chrift to the kingdom, 2, 21, 
 22, 69, 72, 110. 
 
 Examination, or evidences of grace, 26, 139. 
 
 Exhortation to peace and holinefs, 34. 
 
 F. 
 
 Faith and prayer of perfecuted faints, 35. 
 in the blood of Chrilt, 32, 51 in divine 
 grace and power, 62, 130. 
 
 Faithfulnefs of God, 89, 105, 111, 145, 146. 
 of man, 15, 141. 
 
 Falfehood, blafphemy, See. 12 and oppreflion, 
 deliverance from them, 12, 56. 
 
 Family government, 101. love and worfhip, 
 133.' hie flings, 128. 
 
INDEX. 383 
 
 Fears and doubts fupprefied, 3, 31,34. in the 
 vv or ill ip of God, 89, 99. of God, 119, loth 
 
 Flattery and deceit-complained of, 12, 06 . 
 Forgiveneis, lee Pardon. 
 
 Formal worthip, 50. 
 
 Frailty of man, 89, 90,144. 
 
 Fret fill nefs difcouraged, 37. 
 
 Friendihip, its hleffings, 133. 
 
 Funeral pl'alm, 89, 90. 
 
 G. 
 
 (?k\ti le 5 given to Chrift, 2, 22, 72. church, 
 45 , 65, 72, 87- owning the true God, 47, 
 
 Glorification and condefcenfion of Chnfi, , 8 , 
 
 Glorv of God in our falvation, 69. and grace 
 promifed, 84 89, 97. 
 
 Glutton, 78 and drunkard, 107. 
 
 Gotl all in all. 127- ali-teemg. 1 j 9. all-mi- 
 ficient, 16,33. his being, attributes, ami 
 - providence, 36, 65, 147. his care of laHUs, 
 7 34 his creation andproviuen.ee, «, iw, 
 
 he our defence and falvation, 3, 3o, 61, 
 
 115 eternal, and fovereign, ana holy, 
 eternal and man mortal, 90, 103, fatijhaii- 
 nefs, 89, 105, 111. glorified .— 1 
 
 neLS, ov, ■ Ur," 
 
 faved, 69. goodnefs and W, 
 
 i 
 
s Ml’ INDEX. 
 
 \goodnefs and truth, 145, 146.r g overnirt» 
 power and goodnei's, 66. great and good^ 
 63 1,44, 145, 14f. heare-fearching, 139. our 
 only hope and help, 142. the judge, 9, 50. 
 
 Kl " d to hls people, 145, 146. his ma . 
 jeity, 37 . and condefcenfion, 113,144. mer- 
 cy and truth, 36, 89, 103, 136, 145. made 
 man, 8 of nature and grace, 65. his per- 
 fedion, 111, 145, 147-. our portion, and 
 Chriit our hope, 4. our portion here and 
 
 73 ' . l 1 ns , P°wer and majefty, 63, 
 89, Jo, 96. prailed by children, 8. our pre- 
 ievver, 121, 138. prei'eut in his churches, 
 84. our refuge in national troubles, 46. our 
 Ihepherd, 23. his l'overeignty and goodnels 
 to man 8 113, 144. our fnpport and com! 
 tort, 94. iupreme governor, 75 , 82, 93. his 
 vengeance and companion, 68, 97 . un¬ 
 changeable, 39, 111. his univerfal domi¬ 
 nion, 10b. his vvtldom in his works, 111 
 139. worthy of all praife, 145, 146, 150 
 
 Good works, 15, 24, 112. profit men, not 
 God, 10. 
 
 Goodnels of God, 8, 103, 111, 145, 146. 
 GofpeJ, its glory and fuccefs, 19, 45, 110. joy. 
 
 iul lound, 89, 98. woi fhip and order, 48 
 Government of Chrift, 45. from God, 75. ' 
 G.ace, its evidences, or iclf-c.xamination, 26, 
 
obi? 
 
 005 
 
 INDEX. 
 
 139. above riches, 144. without merit, 16, 
 32, of Chrift, 45, 72. and providence, 33, 
 36, 135, 136, 147. prelerving andreftoring, 
 138. truth and protection, 57. tried by at- 
 diction, 17, 66, 125. and glory, 84, 97. par¬ 
 doning, 130. ^ o v 
 
 Guilt of confcience relieved, 32, 38, ol, loO. 
 
 H. 
 
 Happy faint and curfed {inner, 1. 
 
 Harveft, 65, 126, 147. 
 
 Health, licknels and recovery, o, ou, ol. pm 
 
 ed for, 6, 38, 39. 
 
 Heart known to God, 139. . r ^ 
 
 Hearing of prayer and falvation, 4, 1U, oo, 
 
 Heaven of feparate fouls and refurre&ion, 
 17. the faints dwelling-place, 24. 
 
 Holinefs, pardon and comfort, 4. defired, 
 119, 11th part, pro felt, 119, od part. lo9 " 
 Hope in darknefs, 13, 77, 143. of rejec¬ 
 tion, 16, 71. and defpair m death, 17, 49. 
 and prayer, 27. for viftory, 120. and di- 
 redion, 42. in affliaions, 42, 14o. 
 
 Hofanna of the children, 8. for the Lord s- 
 
 Day, 118. 
 
 Houfehold, fee Family. 
 
 y?hD 
 
 nouienuiu, /rr. 
 
 Humiliation-day, 10.. for difappomtment, 
 
 Xj) 
 
386 INDEX. 
 
 H umility and fubmifiion, 131, 139. 
 
 Hypocrites and hypocrify, 12, 50. 
 
 I. 
 
 Idolatry reproved, 16, 115, 135. 
 
 Jehovah, 68, 83. reigns, 93, 96, 97. 
 
 Jews, fee Ifrael. 
 
 Images, fee Idolatry. 
 
 Imprecations and charity, 35. 
 
 Incarnation, 96, 97, 91. and facrifice^f Chrift, 
 40. 
 
 Infants, 139, fee Children. 
 
 Inftru6lion from God, 25. from fcripture, 119, 
 4th and 7th parts, in piety, 34. 
 
 Initru&ive affli&ions, 94. 
 
 Intemperance punilhed, 78. and pardoned, 
 107. 
 
 Joy of converfion, 126. fee Delight. 
 
 Ifrael faved from the Affyrians, 76. faved 
 from Egypt and brought to Canaan, 77, 
 105, 107,135, 136 rebellion and punilh- 
 ment, 78. punifhed and pardoned, 106, 107. 
 travels in the wildernefs, 107, 114. 
 
 Judgment and mercy, 9, 68. day, 1, 26, 50, 
 97, 98, 149. feat of God, 9. 
 
 Jullice of Providence, 9. and truth towards 
 men, 15. 
 
 Junification free, 32, 130. 
 
38? 
 
 INDEX. 
 
 K. 
 
 King dom of Chrift, lee Chrift. 
 Knowledge delired, 19, 119, 9th part. 
 
 L. 
 
 Law of God, delight in it, 119, 5th part. 
 
 Liberality rewarded, 41, 112. 
 
 Life and riches, their vanity, 41. lliort and 
 
 feeble, 89, 90, 144. 
 
 Longing after God, 42, 6o. # 0 
 
 Lord’s day pfalm, 92, 118. morning, 5,19, 6*>. 
 Love of God to the righteous, and hatred to 
 the wicked, 1, H. to our neighbour, 15. 
 of Chrift to linners, o5. of God better than 
 life, 63. of God unchangeable, 89, 106. to 
 enemies, 35, 109. brotherly, 13o. and wor- 
 fhip in a family, 133. 
 
 Luxury puniflied, 78. and pardoned, 107. 
 
 M. 
 
 Magistrates warned, 58, 82. qualifica¬ 
 tions, 101. railed and depofed, 75. 
 
 Maieily of God, 68. fee God. 
 
 Man, his vanity as mortal, 39, 89, 90, 144. 
 dominion over creatures, 8. mortal and 
 Chriil eterna., 102, wonderful formation, 
 1S9. 
 
 Mariners pfalm, 107. 
 
 M arriage, my ft i cal, 45. 
 
. $3? V 
 
 388 INDEX. i 
 
 Matter of a family, 101. 
 
 Meditation, 1, 63, 119, 5th and 6th parts/ 
 
 Melancholy reproved, 42. and hope, 77. re- 
 moved, 126. O 
 
 Mercies common and fpecial, 68, 103. fpirit- 
 ual and temporal, 103. innumerable, 139. 
 everlafting, 136. recorded, 107. and judg* 
 ment, 9. and truth of God, 36,89,103, 136, 
 145, 146. 
 
 Merits difclaimed, 16. 
 
 Meffiah, fee Chrift. 
 
 Midnight thoughts, 63, 119, 5th and 6th 
 parts, 139. 
 
 Minifters ordained, 132. 
 
 Miracles in the wildernefs, 114. 
 
 Morning pfalm, 3, 141. of a fabbath, 5, 19* 
 63. 
 
 Mortality of man, 39, 49, 90. and hope, 89. 
 and God’s eternity, 90, 102. 
 
 N. 
 
 Nation’s honor and fafety is the church, 
 profperity, 67, 144. bled and punifhed, 107, 
 
 National deliverance, 67, 75, 76, 124, 126. 
 deiolations, the church’s fafety and tri¬ 
 umph in them, 46. 
 
 Nature, and fcripture, 19, 119, 7th part, of 
 
 man, 139. ” ,ftv ' " ***'■'*** 
 
INDEX. 389 
 
 ^ew-England pfalm, 107. 
 
 November the 5th, 115, 124*. 
 
 O. 
 
 Obedience fincere, 18, 32,139. better than 
 facrilice, 50. . ■ > 
 
 Old age, death, 90. and refurre&ion, 71, 89, 
 Omnipotence, Omnifcience, Omni pretence, 
 &c. fee God. 
 
 P. 
 
 Pardon, holinefs and comfort, 4. of back- 
 hiding, 78. and direction, 25. and repent¬ 
 ance prayed for, 38. and confeffion, 32. of 
 original and a&ual fin, 51. plentiful with 
 God, 130. 
 
 Patience, under afflidions, 39. under perf<;« 
 cutions, 37, 44. in darkneis, 77, loO, lol. 
 
 Peace and holinefs encouraged, 34. with men 
 deiired, 120. 
 
 Perfections of God, 111, 13'^, 146, 147. 
 
 Perfecuted faints, their prayer and faith, 35, 
 44, 74, 80, 83. 
 
 Perfecution, victory over, and deliverance 
 from it, 7, 53, 94. courage in it, 119, 17th 
 
 Perfecutors punifhed, 7, 129, 149. their folly 
 14. complained of, 35, 44, 74, 80, 8& de¬ 
 liverance from them* 9, 10, 94. 
 
 
S90 INDEX. 
 
 Perfeverance, 138. in trials, 119, 17th part. 
 
 Perfonal glories of Chrift, 45; 
 
 Peftilence, prefervation in it, 91. 
 
 Piety, instructions therein, 34, fee Saint. 
 
 Piety to the affli&ed, 41, fee Charity, God. 
 
 Pleading without repining, 39, 123. the pro- 
 mifes, 119, 10th part. 
 
 Poor, charity to them, 15, 37, 41, 112. 
 
 Portion of faints and (inriers, 11, 17, 37. 
 
 Poverty confeffed, 16. 
 
 Power and majelty of God, 68, 89, 145. fee 
 
 . God. 
 
 Practical atheifm, 14, 36. 
 
 Praife to God from children, 8. for creation 
 and providence, 33, 104. to our creator, 
 
 - 100. from all creatures, 148., for eminent 
 deliverances, 34,118. general, 86, 145,150. 
 for the golpel, 98. for liealth reftored, 30, 
 116. for hearing prayer, 66, 102. to Jefus 
 Cbriit, 45. from all nations, 117. and pray + 
 er public, 65. for protection, grace and 
 truth, 57. for providence and grace, 36. 
 for rain, 65, 147. from the faints, 149, 150. 
 for temporal bleffings, 68, 147. for tempta¬ 
 tions overcome, 18. for vi&ory in war, 18. 
 
 Prayer heard, 4, 34, 65, 66. in time of war, 
 20. and hope of victory, 20. and praife 
 public, 65, and hope, 27. in church's dif* 
 
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 tei 
 
 trefs, BO. heard, and Zion reflored, 102. 
 and faith of perfecuted faints, 35, 37, 56. 
 and praife for deliverance., 34. for repent¬ 
 ance and pardon, &c. 38. fee Complaint. 
 Preferving grace, 138. 
 
 Prefevvation in public dangers, 46, 91, 112. 
 daily, 121 . 
 
 Pride, and atheifm, and oppreffion punifned, 
 10, 12. and death, 49. 
 
 Prieilhood of Chriit, 51, 110. 
 
 Princes vain, 61, 146. 
 
 Profelfion of fmcerity and repentance, &c. 
 
 119,3d part. 139. faile,50. 
 
 Promifes and threatnings, 81. pleaded, 119, 
 
 10 th part. 
 
 Prolperitv, dangerous, 55, 73. 
 profperous linners curfed, 37, 49, 73. 
 Protection, truth, and grace, 57. by day and 
 
 night, 121 . . 
 
 Providence, its wifdom and equity, 9. and 
 creation, 33, 135, 136. and grace, 36, 147. 
 and perfections of God, 06 . its myifery un ¬ 
 folded, 73. recorded, 77, 78, 107. m air, 
 earth, and fea, 33, 65, 89, 104, 107,14/ . 
 
 Prudence and zeal, 39. r 
 
 Pfalm for foldiers, 18, 60. for old age, 71. for 
 hufbandmen, 65. for a funeral, 89, 90. for 
 the Lord’s day, 92. before prayer, 95* for 
 
392 INDEX. 
 
 magiflrates, 101. for houleholders, 101. for 
 mariners, 107. for gluttons and drunkards, 
 107. for New-England, 107. for the fifth of 
 November, 115, 124. 
 
 Public praife for private mercies, 116, 118. 
 for deliverance, 124. worfhip, abfence from 
 it complained of, 42. worfhip attended on, 
 122. prayer and praife, 65, 84. 
 
 Punifhment of finners, 1, 11, 37. and falva- 
 tion, 78, 81, 106. fee Affliaion. 
 
 Purpofes holy, 119, 15th part. 
 
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 Qualifications of a cliriflian. 15, 24. 
 
 Quarrelfome neighbours, 120. 
 
 Quickning grace, 119, 16th part. 
 
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 Rain from heaven, 65, 135, 147. 
 
 Recovery from licknefs, 6, 30, 116. 
 
 Rejoicing in God, 18 fee Joy, Delight. 
 
 Relative duties, 15, 133. 
 
 Religion and juflice, 15. in words and deeds, 
 37. 
 
 Religious education, 34, 78. 
 
 Remembrance of former deliverances, 77* 
 143. 
 
 Repentance, confeffion, and pardon, 32. and 
 prayer for pardon and ftrength, 38; and 
 faith in the blood of Chriit, 51. 
 
- INDEX* 393 
 
 Reproach removed, 31, 37. 
 
 Reiignation, 39, 123, 131. 
 
 Revolutions holy, 119, loth part. 
 
 Reiloring grace, 23, 133. 
 
 Rel'urrettion and death of Chrilt, 2, lo.jot 
 the faint?, 16, 17,49,71. and death, 49, (1 
 89. 
 
 Reverence in worfhip, 89, 99. 
 
 Riches, their vanity, 49. compared, with 
 
 Sabbath, fee Lord’s day. . * 
 
 Sacrifice, 49,31, 69. incarnation of Chrift,49. 
 Safety in public dangers, 91. and triumph cd 
 the church in national delolation, 46. in 
 God, 61. and delight in the church, 27. 
 Saints happy, and finners curled, 1, H, 119, 
 lft part, fafety in evil times, 12, 40 the 
 beft company, 16. characlerifed, 13, 24 
 •^nrl finners nortion, 1, 1/• dwell in hen 
 
 
 
394 INDEX. 
 
 ners deflroyed, 94. die, but Chrift lives, 
 102. punifiiccl and pardoned, 106, 107. con¬ 
 ducted to heaven, 106, 107. tried and pre- 
 lerved, 66, 125. afflictions modelaied, 125. 
 judging the world, 149. 
 
 Salvation of faints, 10. and triumph, 18. and 
 defence in God, 61 by Chrili, 69, 85. 
 
 Sandtiired afflictions, 94, 119, lail part. 
 
 Satan fubdued, 3, 6, 13. 
 
 Scripture compared with the book of nature, 
 19, 119, 7th part, initruCtion from it, 119, 
 
 ' 4'-h part, delight iil it, 1J9, 5th and 18th 
 parts, holinefs and comfort from it, 119, 
 6th part, perfections, H9, 7th part, variety 
 and excellency, 119,8th part, attended with 
 the Spirit, 119, 9th part. 
 
 Seafons of the year, 65, 147. 
 
 Seaman’s long, 107. 
 
 Secret devotion, 34, 119, 2d part. 
 
 Seeking God, 27> 63. 
 
 Self-examination, or evidences of grace, 26, 
 139. 
 
 Separate fouls, heaven, 17. 
 
 Shepherd of faints is God, 23. 
 
 Shipwreck prevented, 107. 
 
 Sick-bed devotion, 6, 38, 39, 116. 
 
 Sicknefs healed, 6, 30, 116. 
 
 Signs of Chriil's coming, 12, 96, 
 
INDEX. 395 
 
 Sin of nature, 14. original and aftual. con* 
 felled and pardoned, 51 and chailifement 
 of faints, 78, 106. univerfal, 14. 
 
 Sincerity, 19, 26, 32, 139. proved and re¬ 
 warded, 18. profelt, 119, 3d part. 
 
 Sinner curled and faint happy, 1, 11 and 
 faints portion, 1, 17, 37, 50. hatred, and 
 faints chailifed, 94 
 
 Sins of tongue, 12, 34, 50. 
 
 Slander, deliverance from it, 31, 121. 
 
 Song, fee Pfalm. 
 
 Sorrow, fee AfRi&ion, Sicknefs, &c. 
 
 Souls in feparate Hate, 17, 146, 150. 
 
 Spirit given at Chrift’s afcenfion, 63. his 
 teaching defired, 51, 119, 9ih part. 
 
 Spiritual enemies overcome, 3, 18, 144 bUf- 
 Vings and punilhments, 81 mindednels, 
 119, 2d part, fee Saint, Grace, &c. 
 
 Spoule of Chrift the King, is the church, 45. 
 
 Spring of the year, 65. and fuminer, 65, 164. 
 
 and winter, 147- 
 
 Storm and thunder, 26, 135, 148. 
 
 Strength, repentance, and pardon prayed for, 
 38. from Chrift, 71. of grace, 138. 
 
 Submiffion, 123, 131. to Chrift, 2. to ftek* 
 nefs, 39. 
 
 Succefs of the gofpel, 19, 110. 
 
395 INDEX. 
 
 Sufferings and death of Chrili, 22. and king¬ 
 dom of Chrilt, 2 , 22 , 69 , 110 . 
 
 Summer, 65. and winter, 14?'. 
 
 Support and counfel from God, 16. for the 
 afilifled and tempted, 55. and comfort in 
 God, 94, 119,14th part. 
 
 Surety and iacriiice of Chrilt, 40. 
 
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 TEMPTATioNsovercome, 3, 18. in fmknefs, 
 6 . efcapes from them, 25. of the devil, 13. 
 fupport under them, 3, 55, 94. 
 
 Tempter, fee Satan. 
 
 Tender conlcience, 119, 13th part. 
 
 Thanks public fdr private mercies, 116, 118. 
 fee Praife. 
 
 Threatnings and promises, 81. 
 
 Thunder and dorm, 29, 135, 148. 
 
 Times evil, 11 12. 
 
 Tongue governed, 34, 39. 
 
 Trial of our graces bv afflictions, 66 , 125. of 
 our hearts, 26 , 139. 
 
 Triumph for lalvation, 18 and fafetv of the 
 church in national defolations, 46 . at the 
 hilt day, 149. 
 
 Troubles, lee AfRi<5tion$, Temptations. 
 
 Trull in the creatures vain, 62, I 46 . 
 
 Jo M off to sIsaLs jbi'W 
 
INDEX. 337 
 
 Truth, grace, and protection, 57, 145, 146. fee 
 God, Faithfulnefs. 
 
 Tumult, deliverance from it, 118. 
 
 V. 
 
 Vanity of man as mortal, 39, 89, 144. of 
 life and riches, 49. 
 
 Vengeance and companion, 68. again ft the 
 enemies of the church, 76. 149. 
 
 Victory hoped and prayed for, 20. over temp¬ 
 tations, 6, 18, 144 over temporal enemies, 
 18. and deliverance from perfecution, 53. 
 
 Vineyard of God walled, 80. 
 
 Unbelief and envy cured, 37 punifhed, 95. 
 
 Unchangeable God, 89, 111- 
 
 Vows, paid in the church, 116. of holinfcls, 
 119, 15th part. 
 
 W. 
 
 Wafting for pardon and direction, 25. for 
 anfwer to prayer, 85, 130, 143. 
 
 War, prayer in time of it, 20. disappoint¬ 
 ments therein, 60. victory, 18. Spiritual, 
 18,144. 
 
 Warning's of God to his people, 81. 
 
 Watchfulnefs, 19, 141. over the tongue, 39. 
 
 Weather, 65, 107, 135, 147, 148. 
 
 Wicked, fee Sinner, Saint. 
 
 Wickednefs of man, 14, 36, 51. 
 
398 INDEX. 
 
 Wind, fee Providence, Seafons, Storm. 
 
 Winter and fummer, 147. 
 
 Wiidom and equity of Providence, 9. of God 
 in his works, 111. 
 
 Word of God, fee .Scripture. 
 
 Works of Creation and Providence, 104,147, 
 148. and grace, 19, 33, 111, 135, 136. 'good, 
 profit men, not God, 16. 
 
 World’s hatred, and faints patience, 37. 
 
 Worlhip and order of the gofpel, 43. delight 
 in it, 84. with reverence, 89, 99. daily, 55, 
 143, 141. in a family, 133. public, 63, 84- 
 122, 132. al)fence from it, 42, 63. 
 
 Wrath and mercy from the judgment feat, 9. 
 lee more in God, Punilhmenr, Sinner, 
 Vengeance. 
 
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 Z sal and prudence, 39. 
 
 its citizens, 15. fee Church. 
 

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 Almighty Ruler of the Ikies 
 Amidit thy wrath remember love 
 Among the alTemblies of the great 
 Among the princes, earthly gods 
 And will the God of grace 
 Are all the foes of Sion tools 
 Are tinners now fo fenfelets grown 
 A rife my gracious God 
 Awake, ye, faints, to praiie your L 
 
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 Children in years and knowledge younr 
 Come, children, learn to fear the Lord° 
 Come, let onr voices join to raife 
 Come, found his praife abroad 
 Confider all my forrows, Lord 
 
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 David rejoic’d in Cod his drength 
 Deep in our hearts let us record 
 
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 Early, my God, without delay 
 Exalt the Lord cur God 
 
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 Far as thy name is known 
 Father, I blefs thy gentle hand 
 Father, I ling thy wond’rous grace 
 Firm and unmov’d are they 
 Firm was my health my day was bright 
 Fools in their hearts believe and fay° 
 For ever blefied be the Lord 
 Forever final 1 my fong record 
 From age to age exalt his name 
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 Give thanks to God, he reigns above 
 Give thanks to God, invoke his name 
 Give tTianks to God moil high 
 Give thanks to God the fovereign Lord 
 Give to our God immortal praiie 
 Give to the Lord, ye Tons of fame 
 God in his earthly temples lays 
 God is the refuge of his iaints 
 God, my fupporter and my hope 
 
 God of eternal love 
 God of my childhood and my. youth 
 God of my life, look gently down 
 God of mercy and my praiie 
 Good is the Lord, the heavenly king 
 Great God, attend while Sion lings 
 Great God, how oft did Ifrael prove 
 Great God, indulge my humble claim 
 Great God, the heav’ns well order d 
 
 Great God, whofe umverfal fway 
 Great is the Lord, exalted high _ 
 Great is the Lord, his works of might 
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 Happy the city where their Cons 358 
 
 Happy the man to whom his God 77 
 
 Happy the man whole cautious feet 5 
 
 Hear me, O God, nor hide thy face 244 
 Hear what the Lord in vifion laid 211 
 Help, Lord, for men of virtue fail 29 
 
 He reigns ; the Lord, the Saviour reigns 235 
 He that hath made his refuge God 221 
 High in the heav’ns, eternal God 90 
 
 How awful is thy chait’ning rod 188 
 
 How did my heart rejoice to hear 312 
 
 How fall their guilt and forrows rife 37 
 
 How long. O Lord, fhail I complain 30 
 
 How long wilt thou conceal thy face 31 
 
 How plea!ant. how divinely fair 200 
 
 How pieafant his to fee 330 
 
 How pleas’d and blefs’d was I 313 
 
 How lliall the young fecure their hearts 291 
 
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 Jehovah reigns : he dwells in light 225 
 
 Jelus our Lord, afeend thy throne 273 
 
 Jefus {hall reign where’er the fun 176 
 
 If God lucceed not, all the coll 319 
 
 If God to build the houfe deny 3 20 
 
 I lift my foul to God 66 
 
 I’ll blefs the Lord from day to day 75 
 
 I 11 praife my Maker with mv breath 358 
 
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 1’1 fpeak the honors of mv king 111 
 
 Hove the Lord: he heard my cries 286 
 |i all my vail concerns with thee 345 
 
 |h anger, Lord, rebuke me not 15 
 
 ,\w God’s own houfe pronounce hispraife 3f2 
 In Juclah God of old was known 185 
 
 Into thine hand, O God of truth 74> 
 
 Joy to the world: the Lord is come 238 
 l let the Lord before my face 34 
 
 Is there ambition in my heart 325 
 
 It is the Lord our Saviour’s hand 224 
 
 Judge me, O Lord, and prove my ways 69 
 Judges, who rule the world by laws 146 
 Juft ate thy ways, and true thy word 45 ( 
 I waited patient for the Lord 102 
 
 I will extol the<e, Lord, on high 7 2 
 
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 Let all the earth their voices raife 
 Let all the heathen writers join 
 Let children hear the mighty deeds 
 ’Let every creature join 
 Let every tongue thy goodnefs fpeak 
 Let God arife in all his might 
 Let finners take their collide 
 Let Sion in her king rejoice 
 Let Zion and her fens rejoice 
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 Lo! what a glorious corner-ftone 287' 
 
 Lo, what an entertaining light 3^8: 
 
 Long as I live I’ll bleis thy name 354 
 
 Lord, halt thou call the nation off 148 
 
 Lord, I am thine : but thou wilt prove 41 
 
 Lord, I am vile, conceiv’d in fin 136 
 
 Lord, 1 can buffer thy rebukes 16 
 
 Lord, 1 efleem thy judgments right 294 
 
 Lord, if thine eyes iurvey our faults 218 
 
 Lord, if thou doll not Toon appear 28 
 
 Lord, 1 have made thy word my choice 296 
 
 Lord, in the morning thou lhalt hear 14 
 
 Lord, I will hlels thee all my days 83 
 
 Lord, I would Ipread my fore dulrefs 138 
 
 Lord of the worlds above 203 
 
 Lord, thou ball call’d thy grace to mind 205 
 Lord, thou hall heard, thy fervant cry 283 
 Lord, thou hail feareh’d and feen me 
 • through 344 
 
 Lord, thou hail feen my foul fin cere 44 
 
 Lord, thou wilt hear me when I pray 13 
 Lord, ’tis a pteafant thing to hand 225 
 Lord, we have heard thy works of old 108 
 Lord, what a feeble.piece 220 
 
 Lord, what a thoughtlefs wretch was I 180 
 Lord, what is man, poor feeble man 320 
 
 Lord, what w^s man when made at frit 25 
 
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 uord, when I count thy mercies o’er 
 Lord, when thou didli aicend on high 
 loud hallalujahs to the Lord 
 
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 Maker and fovereign Lord 
 Mercy and judgment are my long 
 Mine eyes and my delire 
 My God, accept my early vows 
 My God, confider my diitrels 
 My God, how many are my fears 
 Mv God, in whom are all the Iprings 
 My God, my everlalimg hope 
 My God, my lung, thy various praile 
 My Goti, permit my tongue . 
 
 Mv God, the Heps of pious men 
 Mv God, what inward grief i reel 
 My heart rejoices in thy name 
 Mv never-ceahng longs (hall fhow 
 My refuge is the God of love 
 My righteous judge, my gracious God 
 'My Saviour and my king 
 Ms- Saviour, my almighty friend 
 Kiy fhepherd is the living Lord 
 VIv fhepherd will fupply my need 
 Mv foul, how lovely is the pi ace 
 M v foul lies cleaving to the dult 
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 My foul, tliy great Creator praife 254 
 
 My fpirit looks to God alone 149 
 
 My fpirit links within me Lord 107 
 
 My truft is in my heavenly friend 17 
 
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 No deep nor Humber to his eyes 327 
 
 Not to our names, thou only juft and true 284 
 Not to ourfelves, who are but dull 282 
 
 Now be my heart infpir’d to ling 112 
 
 Now from the roaring lion’s rage 56 
 
 Now I’m convinc’d the Lord is kind 277 
 Now let our lips with holy fear 169 
 
 Now>- let our mournful fongs record 57 
 
 Now may the God of power and grace 49 
 Now plead my caufe, almigdity God 88 
 Now ihall my folemn vows be paid 162 
 
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 O all ye nations, praife the Lord 282 
 
 O blefled fouls are they 76 
 
 O blefs the Lord, my foul 251 
 
 Of jullice and of grace I fing 243 
 
 O for a fhout of facred joy 116 
 
 O God, my refuge, hear my cries 141 
 
 O God of grace and righteoufnefs 12 
 
 O God of mercy, hear my call 139 
 
 O God, to whom revenge belongs 228 
 
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 0 happy nation, where the Lord 
 0 how I love thy holy law 
 0 Lord how many are my foes 
 0 Lord, our heavenly king 
 0 Lord, our God, how wond’rous great 
 O that the Lord would guide my ways 
 O that thy ttatutes ev’ry hour 
 O thou that hear’it when finners cry 
 O thou whole grace and jnitice reign 
 O thou whole juitice reigns on high 
 Our God, our help in ages palt 
 Out of the deeps of long diitrefs 
 O what a ftiff rebellions houfe 
 
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 Praife waits in Zion, Lord, for thee 
 Praife ye the Lord, exalt his name 
 Praife ye the Lord, my heart {hall join 
 Praife ye the Lord, ’tis good to raile 
 Preferve me, Lord, in time of need 
 
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 ’ Rejoice ye righteous in the Lord 
 Remember, Lord, our mortal Hate 
 Return O God of love, return 
 
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 See what a living Hone 286 
 
 Shew pity, Lord ; O Lord, forgive 135 
 Shine, mighty God, on Zion fhine 163 
 
 Sing, all ye nations, to the Lord 161 
 
 Sing to the Lord aloud 197 
 
 Sing to the Lord Jehovah’s name 230 
 
 Sing to the Lord, ye dillant lands 233 
 
 Songs of immortal praife belong 274 
 
 Soon as I heard my father fay 71 
 
 Sure there’s a righteous God 181 
 
 Sweet is the mem’ry of thy grace 355 
 
 Sweet is the work, my God, my king 224 
 
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 Teach me the meafure of my days 100 
 
 The Almighty reigns exalted high 236 
 That man is blell who Hands in awe 276 
 The earth for ever is the Lord’s 53 
 
 Thee will I love, O Lord my ilrength 42 
 The God Jehovah reigns 239 
 
 Think mighty God, on feeble men 192 
 
 The God of glory fends his fummons forth 129 
 The God of our'falvat ion hears 156 
 
 The heavens declare thy glory, Lord 44 
 The king of faints, how fair his face 113 
 The king, O Lord, with fongs of praife 50 
 The Lord appears my helper now 283 
 
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 The Lord, how wond’rous are his ways 250 
 The Lord Jehovah reigns 22 7 
 
 The Lord is come, theheav’ns proclaim 236 
 The Lord my (hepherd is 62 
 
 The Lord of glory is my light 70 
 
 The Lord of glory reigns, he reigns on 
 high 226 
 
 The Lord, the judge, before his throne 122 
 The Lord, the Judge, his churches warns 125 
 The Lord, the fov’reign king 253 
 
 The Lord, the fov’reign, fends his fum- 
 mons forth 126 
 
 The man is ever bleft 4 
 
 The praife of Sion waits for thee 155 
 
 The wonders Lord, thy love has wrought 104 
 Think, mighty God, on feeble man 214 
 
 This is the day the Lord hath made 285 
 This fpacious earth is all the Lord’s 
 Thou art my portion, O my God 290 
 
 Thou God of love, thou ever*bieft 308 
 
 Thro* ev’ry age eternal God ! . 215 
 
 Thrice happy man who fears the Lord 278 
 Thus 1 refolv’d before the Lord 
 Thus faith the Lord, the fpacious fields 123 
 Thus faith the Lord, your work is vain 108 
 Thus the Eternal Father fpake 272 
 
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 Thus the great Lord of earth and fe-a 272 
 Thy mercies fill the earth O Lord 297 
 
 Thy name, almighty Lord 282 
 
 Thy works of glory, mighty Lord 268 
 
 , Tis by thy ftrength the mountains hand 159 
 To heav’n 1 lift my waiting eyes 310 
 
 To God the great, the ever-blefl 262 
 
 To God I cry’d with mournful voice 187 
 To God I made my borrows known 349 
 To our almighty maker, God 238 
 
 To thee, before the dawning light 289 , 
 
 To thine almighty arm we owe 47 
 
 5 Twas for thy lake, eternal God 172 
 
 T’was from thy hand, my God, I came 543 
 J Twas in the watches of the night 151 
 
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 Vain man, on foolifh pleafure bent 266 
 Unfhaken as the facred hill 316 
 
 Up from my youth, may IfraeJ fay 322 
 
 Up to the hills I lift mine eyes 237 
 
 Upward I lift mine eyes 311 
 
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 We blefs the Lord, the juft, the good 166 
 We love thee, Lord, and we adore 46 
 
 What fliall I render to my God 281 
 
 When Chrift to judgment fliall clefcend 124 
 
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 When God, provok'd with daring crimes 969 
 When God reftor'dour captive ft ate 318 
 
 When God reveal’d his gracious name 3l8 
 When Ifrael freed from Pharaoh’s hand 281 
 When Ifrael fins, the Lord reproves 
 When I with pleafmg wonder ftand 
 When man grows bold in fin 
 When overwhelm’d with grief 
 When pain and anguifli feize me, Lord 
 When the great judge, fupreme and jail 
 Where fhall the man be found 
 Where (hall we go to-*feek and find 
 While I keep filence and conceal 
 While men grow bold in wicked ways 1 
 Who fhall afcend thy heavenly place 
 Who will arife and plead my right 
 Why did the Jews proclaim their rage 
 Why did the nations join to flay 
 Why do the proud infult the poor 
 Why do the wealthy'wicked boaft 
 Why doth the Lord ftand off fo far 
 Why doth the man of riches grow 
 Why has my God my foul forfook 
 Why fliould I vex my foul and fret 
 Will God for ever caft us off 
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 With earneft longings of the mind 106 
 With my whole heart I'll raife my fong 23 
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 With rev’rence let the faints appear 210 
 With fongs and honors founding loud 362 
 Would you behold the Works of God 267 
 
 Ye holy fouls, in God rejoice 81 
 
 Ye iftands of the northern Fea 237' 
 
 Ye nations round the earthy rejoice 241 
 Ye fervants of th'almighty king 280 
 
 Ye ions of men, a feeble race 222 
 
 Ye lows of pride, that hate the juft 121 
 Ye that delight to ferve the Lord 279 
 
 Ye that obey th* immortal King 330 
 
 Ye tribes of Adam, join 36S 
 
 Yet, faith the Lord, if David's race 212 
 
 ‘doxologies. 
 
 Let God the Father, and the Son 378 
 
 Now to the great and facred Three 374 
 
 The God of mercy be ador'd 373 
 
 To God the Father, God tire Son 873 
 
 To God the Father’s throne 374 
 
 Ye angels round the throne 374 
 
 F l N l S. 
 

 on. x i 
 
 HYMNS 1 
 
 AND 
 
 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 
 
 IN THREE BOOKS. 
 
 I COLLECTED FROM TIIE SCRIPTURES. 
 
 II. COMPOSED ON DIVINE SUBJECTS. 
 
 HI. PREPARED for the lord’s supper, 
 
 BY I. WATTS, D. D. 
 
 * . . 40 / i. * •. v 
 
 And they sung a new song, saying, Thou art 
 worthy, i?c. for thou \vast slain, and hast 
 redeemed us, ISfc. Rev. v. 9.» 
 
 ... . 1 3 ' i- 
 
 Soliti essent (). e. Christiani) convenire, 
 carmenqux Chriili quasi Deo dicere. 
 
 Plinius in Epist . 
 
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7be following additional Hymns were never be¬ 
 fore inserted . 
 
 1. Shepherds, rejoice lift up your eyes. 
 
 2. Jefus our Saviour and our God. 
 
 3 Abfeat from flefli ! O blifsful thought. 
 
 4. When the eternal bows the Ikies. 
 
 5 Shall atheifts dare infultthe crofs. 
 
 6. What (hall the dying finner do. 
 
 7. Not bv the laws of innocence. 
 
 j ■ 
 
 8 Jefus, thy bleliings are not few. 
 
 9. T he mighty frame of glorious grace. 
 
 10. How is our nature fpoiPd by lin. 
 
 11. Adam our father and our head. 
 
 12. He dies ! the friend of iinners die ! 
 
 13. Father, how wide thy glories (bine-, 
 
 14. O happy fouls that live on high. 
 
BOOK L 
 
 COLLECTED FROM THE HOLY SCRIPTIRSl. 
 
 HYMN 1, c. m. 
 
 1 DEHOLD the glories of the Lamb 
 
 Amidfl his Fathers throne : 
 
 Prepare new honors for his name. 
 
 And fongs before unknown. 
 
 2 Let elders worfhip at his feet, 
 
 The church adore around, 
 
 With vials full of odours fweet, 
 
 And harps of fvveeter found. 
 
 3 Thofe are the prayers of fhe faints, 
 
 And thofe the hymns they raife: 
 
 Jefus is kind to our complaints, 
 
 He loves to hear our praife. 
 
 4 [Eternal Father, who fhall look 
 
 Into thy fecret will? 
 
 Who but tlie Son {hall take that book, 
 
 And open ev’ry leal ? 
 
 5 Fie Hia.ll fulfil thy great decrees, 
 
 The Son deferves it well; 
 
4 HYMN II. Book I. 
 
 Lo ! in his hand the fov’reign keys" 
 
 Of heav’n, and death, and hell 1] 
 
 6 Now to the lamb that once was {lain 
 Be endlefs bleilings paid ; 
 
 Salvation, glory, joy remain 
 For ever on thy head. 
 
 Y Thou hail redeem’d our fouls with blood. 
 Hall fet the prisoners free ; 
 
 Haft made us kings and priefts to God, 
 And we {hall reign with thee. 
 
 8 The worlds of nature and of grace 
 Are put beneath thy pow’r ; 
 
 Then {horten thefe delaying days, 
 
 And bring the promis’d hour. 
 
 HYMN 2, l.m. 
 
 1 "pRE the blue heav’ns were flretch'd 
 
 abroad 
 
 From everlafting was the word ; 
 
 With God he was; the word was God, 
 
 And mull divinely be ador'd. 
 
 2 By his own pow'r all things were made*; 
 
 By him fupported all things ftand; 
 
 He is the whole creation's head. 
 
 And angels fly at his command. 
 
 3 Ere fm was born, or Satan fell, 
 
 He led the hoft of morning ftarsj 
 
s 
 
 Book L f HYMN lit. 
 
 (Thy generation who can tell, 
 
 Or count the number of thy years.) 
 
 4 But, lo ! he leaves thofe heav’nly forms; 
 The Word defcends and dwells in clay. 
 That; he may converfe hold with worms* 
 Drefs’d in fuch feeble flefh as they. 
 
 5 Mortals with joy beheld his face, 
 
 Th’ eternal Father’s only Son: 
 
 * 
 
 How; full of truth ! how full of grace ! 
 When thro* his eyes the Godhead fhone * 
 
 6 Archangels leave their high abode, 
 
 To learn new myfteries here, and tell 
 The loves of our defcending God* 
 
 The glories of Immanuel. , 
 
 HYMN 3, s m. 
 
 1 T3EHOLD, the grace appears, 
 
 The promife is fulfill’d ; 
 
 Mary the wond’rous virgin bears, 
 
 And Jefus is the child. 
 
 2 [The Lord, the high eft God, 
 
 Calls him his only Son; 
 
 He bids him rule the lands abroad. 
 
 He gives him David’s throne. 
 
 Z O’er Jacob (kail he reign 
 With a peculiar fway * 
 
 ''V ■ - 
 
6 
 
 Book I. 
 
 HYMN III. 
 
 The nations {hall his grace obtain, 
 
 His kingdom ne’er decay.] 
 
 4 To bring the glorious news 
 A heav’niy form appears ; 
 
 He tells the fhepherds of their joys. 
 And banifhes their fears. 
 
 5 • Go, humble fwains,’ laid he, 
 
 * To David's city fly ; 
 
 4 The promis’d infant, born to-day, 
 
 * Doth in a manger lie. 
 
 § 4 With looks and hearts ferene, 
 
 ‘.Go vilit Chrift your king;* 
 
 And llraight a flaming troop was leen ; 
 The fhepherds heard them ling. 
 
 7 * Glory to God on high ! 
 
 4 And heav’niy peace on earth; 
 
 4 Good-will to men, to angels joy, 
 
 1 At our Redeemer’s birth i* 
 
 S [In worfliip fo divine 
 
 Let faints employ their tongues; 
 With the celeflial hods we join, 1 
 And loud repeat their fongs. 
 
 9 * Glory to God on high ! 
 
 4 And heav’niy peace on earth; 
 
 4 Good will to men, to angels joy, 
 
 4 At our Redeemer’s birth I. ] 
 
Book I. 
 
 HYMN IV. 7 
 
 HYMN 4, c. m. 
 
 1‘ OHEPHERDS rejoice! lift up your eyes 
 ^ ‘ And fend your fears away: 
 
 < News from the regions of the Ikies— 
 
 4 Salvation’s born to-day ! 
 
 2 4 Jefus the God whom angels fear, 
 
 4 Comes down to dwell with you ; 
 i To-day he makes his entrance here, 
 
 4 But not as monarchs do. 
 
 3 4 No gold nor purple fwadling bands, 
 
 4 Nor royal (Inning things; 
 
 4 A manger for his cradle Hands, 
 
 4 And holds the King of Kings. 
 
 4 ‘ Go, fhepherds, where the infant lies,, 
 
 4 And le-e his humble throne : 
 
 4 With tears of joy in all your eves, 
 
 4 Go, Shepherds, kifs the Son.’ 
 
 5 Thus Gabriel fang, and ftrait around 
 
 The heav’nly armies throng 
 They tune their harps to lofty iound, 
 
 And thus conclude the fong: 
 
 6 ‘ Glory to God that reigns abeve, 
 
 ‘ Let peace furround the earth : 
 
 4 Mortals (hall know their Maker's love 
 4 At their Redeemer’s birth,* 
 
B HYMN V. Book I. 
 
 7 Lord, and (hall ajigels have their fongs, 
 
 .* And men no tunes to raife ? 
 
 O may we loofe our ufelefs tongues 
 When they forget to praife. 
 
 8 Glory to God that reigns above, 
 
 That pitied us forlorn, 
 
 We join to fmg our Maker’s love, 
 
 For there’s a Saviour born. 
 
 HYMN 5, c m. 
 
 1 "VT-A-KED as from the earth we came, 
 
 ^ And crept to life at firft ; 
 
 We to the earth return again. 
 
 And mingle with our dull. 
 
 2 The dear delights we here enjoy, 
 
 And fondly call ourowVf, 
 
 Are but fhort favors borrow’d now,. 
 
 To be repaid anon. 
 
 3 ’Tis God that lifts our comforts high, * 
 
 Or finks them in the grave j 
 He gives, and (blelfed be his name !} 
 
 He takes but what he gave* 
 
 4 Peace, all our angry paffions, then! 
 
 Let each reV^fiious figh 
 Be filent at his fov* reign will, . , 
 
 A nd ev ’ ry m urmur d i e. 
 
Book I. HYMN VI. 
 
 5 If fouling mercy crown our lives, 
 
 Its praifes lhall be fpread ; 
 
 And we’ll adore the juilice too 
 That ftrikes our comforts dead. 
 
 HYMN 6, c. m. 
 
 1 /^REAT God, I own thy fentence juft 
 
 And nature mull decay : 
 
 1 yidld my body to the dull. 
 
 To dwell with fellow clay. 
 
 2 Yet faith may triumph o’er the grave t 
 
 And trample on the tombs: 
 
 My Jefus, my Redeemer lives. 
 
 My God, my Saviour, comes. 
 
 3 The mighty Conqu’ror fhall appear 
 
 High on a royal feat. 
 
 And Death, the laft of all his foes, 
 
 Inie vanquiih’d at his feet. 
 
 4 Tho* greedy worms devour my fldn, 
 
 And gnaw my walling flelh, 
 
 When God lhall build my bones again. 
 He clothes them all afrelh : 
 
 5 Then lhall I fee thy lovely face 
 
 With ftrong immortal eyes, 
 
 And feall upon thine unknown grace 
 With pleafure and furprUe. 
 
10 HYMN VII. Book I. 
 
 HYMN 7, c. m. 
 
 1 T ET ev’ry mortal ear attend, 
 
 And ev’ry heart rejoice; 
 
 The trumpet of the Gofpel found : 
 
 With an inviting voice. 
 
 2 Ho! all ye hungry -darving fouls. 
 
 That feed upon the wind, 
 
 And vainly drive with earthly toys, 
 
 To fill an empty mind: 
 
 3 Eternal wifdom has prepar’d 
 
 A foul-reviving fcad, 
 
 And bids your*longing appetites 
 The rich provifion tade. 
 
 4 Ho ! ye that pant for living dreams, 
 
 And pine away and die ; 
 
 Here you may quench your raging third * 
 With fpriugs that never dry. 
 
 5 Rivers of love and-mercy here 
 
 In a rich ocean join : 
 
 Salvation in abundance flows, 
 
 Like floods of milk and wine. 
 
 6 t Ye .. perilling and naked poor. 
 
 Who work with mighty pain 
 To weave a garment of your own^ 
 
 That will not hide your fin ; 
 
Book 1. 
 
 HYMN VIII. 
 
 11 
 
 7 Come, naked, and adorn your fouls 
 
 In robes prepar’d by God, 
 Wrought by the labours of his Son, 
 And dy’d in his own blood ] 
 
 8 Dear God! the treafures of thy love 
 
 Are everlailing mines, 
 
 Deep as our helplefs miseries are,. 
 And boundlefs as our fins ! 
 
 9 The happy gates of Golpel-grace 
 
 Stand open night and day : 
 
 Lord, we are come to leek fupplies. 
 And drive our wants away. 
 
 HYMNPTc. m. 
 
 it 
 
 1 T_TOW honorable Iji the place 
 
 •, Where we adoring hand; 
 
 Zion, the glory of th^.earth, 
 
 And beauty of the land ! 
 
 2 Bulwarks of mighty^fvace defend 
 
 The city where we dwell ; 
 
 The walls, of ilrong falvation made, 
 Defy th’ affaults of hell. 
 
 3 Lift up the everlailing gates, 
 
 The doors wide open fling; 
 
 Enter, ye nations that obey 
 The ilatutes of our King. 
 
12 # HYMN IX. Book I. 
 
 4 Here fhall you taile unmingled joys, 
 
 And live in perfect peace ; 
 
 You that have known Jehovah’s name, 
 And ventur’d on his grace. 
 
 5 Truft in the Lord., for ever truft, 
 
 And banifli all your fears: 
 
 Strength in the Lord Jehovah dwells. 
 Eternal as his years. 
 
 6 What tho’ the rebels dwell on high. 
 
 His arm fhall bring them low : 
 
 Low as the caverns of the grave 
 Their lofty heads fhall bow. 
 
 7 On Babylon our flci fhall tread 
 
 In that rejoicing hour; 
 
 The ruins of her walls fhall fpread 
 A pavement for the poor. 
 
 HYMN 9, c. m. 
 
 1 TN vain we lavifh out our lives 
 
 To gather empty w ind; 
 
 The choiceft bleflings earth can yield • 
 Will ftarve a hungry mind. 
 
 2 Come, and the Lord fhall feed our fouls 
 
 With more fubflantial meat; 
 
 With fuch as faints in glory love, 
 
 With flich as angels eat. 
 
Book I. HYMN XXVII. 
 
 5 Saints by the pow’r of God are kept 
 Till the falvation come: 
 
 We walk by faith, as ftrangers here, 
 Till Chriil {ball call us home. 
 
 HYMN 2 7, c. m. 
 
 1 "TJE ATH may diflolve my body now 
 ^ And bear my fpirit home ; 
 
 Why do my minutes move fo flow, 
 
 Nor my falvation come. 
 
 2 With heav’nly weapons I have fought 
 
 'The battles of the Lord, 
 
 ^inifli’d my courfe, and kept the faith 
 And wait the fure reward. 
 
 3 God has laid up in heav’n for me 
 
 A crown which cannot fade ; 
 
 The righteous Judge at that great day 
 Shall place it on my head. 
 
 4 Nor hath the^King of grace decreed 
 
 This prize for me alone ; 
 
 But all that love, and long to fee 
 Th* appearance of his Son. 
 
 5 Jelus, the Lord, {hall guard me.fafe 
 
 From ev’ry ill deflgn; 
 
 And to .his heav’nly kingdom take 
 This feeble foul of mine. 
 
 C 
 

 SO 
 
 HYMN XXVXIT. 
 
 Book I. 
 
 6 God is my everlafting aid. 
 
 And hell (hall rage in vain ; 
 
 To him be highelt glory paid, 
 
 And endlefs praife—Amen. 
 
 HYMN 28, c.m. 
 
 1 TXTHAT mighty man, or mighty God, 
 
 * * Comes travelling in ilate 
 Along the Idumean road, 
 
 Away from Bozrali’s gate! 
 
 2 The glory of his robes proclaim 
 
 *Tis fome victorious king: 
 
 4, Tis I, the Juft, th* Almighty One, - 
 * That your falvation bring.* 
 
 3 Why, mighty Lord, thy faints enquiie, 
 
 Why thine apparel’s red; 
 
 And all thy veiture flain’d like thofe 
 Who in the wine-prefs tread ? 
 
 4 4 1 by myfelf have trod the»prefs, 
 
 4 And crufti'd my foes alone ; 
 
 * My wrath has ilruck the rebels dead, 
 
 4 My fury ftampM them down. 
 
 5 4 *Tis Edom’s blood that dies my robes 
 
 4 With joyful fcarlet ftains ; 
 
 * The triumph that my raiment wears 
 
 4 Sprung from my bleeding veins. 
 
*1 
 
 Book I. HYMN XXIX. 
 
 6 4 Tims fhall the nations be deftroy’d 
 ‘ That dare infult my faints, 
 
 * I have an arm t’ avenge their wrongs, 
 
 * An ear for their complaints.* 
 
 HYMN 29, c m. 
 
 1 * T LIFT my banner,* faith the Lord, 
 
 ‘ Where antichrift hath Hood; 
 
 * The city of my gofpel-foes 
 
 * Shall be a field of blood. 
 
 2 ‘ My heart hath ftudy'd juft revenge, 
 
 * And now the day appears, 
 
 * The day of my redeem’d is cpme, 
 
 * To wipe away their tears. 
 
 9 3 * Quite weary is my patienee grown, • 
 
 ‘ And bids my fury go : 
 
 * Swift as the light’ning it fhall move, 
 
 ‘ And be as fatal too. 
 
 4 ‘ I call for helpers, but in vain : 
 
 ‘ Then has my Gofpel none ? 
 
 1 Well, mine own arm has might enough 
 4 To crufh my foes alone. 
 
 5 4 Slaughter and my devouring fword 
 
 ‘ Shall walk the flreets around, 
 
 * Babel fhall reel beneath my ttroke, 
 
 ‘ And flagger to the ground.*- 
 
Book I. 
 
 32 HYMN XXX. 
 
 6 Thy honors, O vi&orious King-! 
 
 Thine own right hand fhall raife 
 While we thine awful vengeance ling, 
 And our Deliv’rer praife. 
 
 HYMN 30, L.M. 
 
 1 TN thine own ways, O God of love, 
 a We wait the vilits of thy grace; 
 
 Our foul’s defire is to thy name, 
 
 And the remembrance of thy face. 
 
 2 My thoughts are fearching, Lord, for thee 
 ’Mongft the black {hades of lonefome night 
 My earned cries falute the ikies 
 
 Before the dawn reilores the light, 
 
 3 Look how rebellious men. deride 
 The tender patience of my God ; 
 
 But they (hall fee thy lifted hand, 
 
 And feel the fcourges of thy rod. 
 
 4 Hark! the Eternal rends the Iky, 
 
 A mighty voice before him goes, 
 
 A voice of mufic to his friends, 
 
 But threat’ning thunder to his foes. 
 
 5 Conte, children, to your Father’s arms, 
 Hide in the chambers of my grace, 
 
 Till the tierce llorms be overblown, 
 
 And my revenging fury ceafe. 
 
Book I. HYMN XXXI. 
 
 6 My fword (hall boaft its thoufands (lain 
 And drink the blood of haughty kings, 
 While lieav'nly peace around my flock 
 Stretches its foft and downy wings. 
 
 HYMN 31, c m. 
 
 1 WHEN the eternal bows the Ikies, 
 
 ^ y To vifit earthly things, 
 
 With fccrn divine he turns his eves. 
 
 V 9 
 
 From tow’rs of haughty kings. 
 
 2 He bids his awful chariot roll 
 
 Far downward from the fkies, 
 
 To vifit ev’ry humble foul 
 With pleafure in his eyes. 
 
 3 Why {houldthe Lord that reigns above 
 
 Difdain fo lofty kings? 
 
 Say, Lord, and why fuch looks of love 
 
 4 Upon fuch worthlefs things ! 
 
 4 Mortals, be dumb, what creatures dare 
 Difpute his awful will ! 
 
 Afk no account of his affairs, 
 
 Eut tremble and be Hill. 
 
 3 Juft like his nature is his grace, 
 
 All fov’reign and all free ; 
 
 Great God, how learchlels are thy ways, 
 Flow deep thy judgments be. 
 
And where’s our courage fled ? 
 
 Has re file is fin and raging hell 
 Struck all our comforts dead ? 
 
 2 Have we forgot th’ almighty name 
 
 That form’d the earth and fea ? 
 
 And can an all-creating arm 
 Grow weary or decay ? 
 
 3 Treafures of everlafting might 
 
 In our Jehovah dwell; 
 
 He gives the conquefl. to the weak. 
 
 And treads their foes to hell. 
 
 4 Mere mortal povv’r {hall fade and die, 
 
 And youthful vigor ceafe ; 
 
 But we that wait upon the Lord, 
 
 Shall feel our {Length increafe. 
 
 5 The faints (hall mount on eagles’ wings, 
 
 And tafte the promis’d blifs, 
 
 Till their unwearied feet arrive 
 Where perfe<5l pleafure is. 
 
 1 C HALL atheiils dare infult the crof* 
 ^ Of our redeemer, God 1 
 
Book I. HYMN XXXIV. 
 
 Shall infidels reproach his laws, 
 
 Or trample on his blood ? 
 
 2 What if he choofe myfterious ways 
 
 To cleanfe us from our faults ? 
 
 May not the works of fov’reign grace 
 Tranfcend our feeble thoughts ? 
 
 3 What if his Gofpel bids us fight 
 
 With fielli, and felf, and fin ? 
 
 The prize is moll divinely bright 
 That we are call’d to win. 
 
 4 What if the foolifli and ihe poor 
 
 His glorious grace partake ? 
 
 This but confirms his truth the more, 
 For lo the prophet fpake. 
 
 5 Do fome that own his lacred name, 
 
 Indulge their fouls in fin ? 
 
 Jefus fliould never bear the blame, 
 
 His laws are pure and clean. 
 
 6 Then let our faith grow firm and flrong. 
 
 Our lips profefs his word ; 
 
 Nor blulh nor fear to walk among 
 The men that love the Lord. 
 
 HYMN 34, l. m. 
 
 1 TiKiTH AT {hall the dying finner do, 
 
 * Y That feeks relief for all his woe ; 
 
36 HYMN XXXV. Book I. 
 
 Where (hall the guilty confidence find 
 Eafe for the torment of the mind ? 
 
 2 How (hall we get our crimes forgiv’n, 
 
 Or form our natures fit for heav’n ; 
 
 Can fouls all o’er defil’d with fin, 
 
 Make thefr own povv’rs and paflions clean, 
 
 3 In vain we fiearch, in vain we try, 
 
 Till jefus bring his Golpel nigh; 
 
 *Tis there fuch pow’r and glory dwell, 
 
 As faves rebellious fouls from helL. 
 
 4 This is the pillar of our hope, 
 
 That bears our fainting fpirits up ; 
 
 We read the grace, we trull the word, 
 And find falvation in the Lord. 
 
 5 Let men or angels dig the mines, 
 
 Where nature's goiden trealure fhines, 
 Brought rn*ar the dodtrine of the crois 
 All nature’s gold appears but drois. 
 
 6 Should vile blafphemers withdifdain 
 Pronounce the truths of Jelus vain, 
 
 I’ll meet the fcandal and the Ibame, 
 
 And ling and triumph in his name. 
 
 HYMN 35 , l. m. 
 
 1 vrOT by the laws of innocence 
 
 Can Adam’s Ions arrive at heaven* 
 
Book I. HYMN XXXVI. 
 
 New works can give us no pretence 
 To have our ancient fins forgiv’n. 
 
 2 Not the beft deeds that we have done 
 Can make a wounded confcience whole 
 Faith is the grace, and faith alone, 
 That flies to Chrift and faves the foul. 
 
 3 Lord, I believe thy heav’nly word, 
 
 Fain would I have my foul renew’d; 
 
 I mourn for fin, and truft the Lord 
 To have it pardon’d and fubdu’d. 
 
 4 O may thy grace its power difplay. 
 
 Let guilt and death no longer reign; 
 Save me in thine appointed way, 
 
 Nor let my humble faith be vain. 
 
 HYMN 36, c. m. 
 
 1 TESUS thy bleflings are not few, 
 
 J Nor is thy Gofpel weak ; 
 
 Thy grace can melt the ftubborn Jew, 
 And heal the dying Greek. 
 
 2 Wide as the reach of Satan’s rage. 
 
 Doth thy falvation flow ; 
 
 ’Tis not confin’d to fex nor age, 
 
 The lofty or the low. 
 
 3 Come all, ye vileft finners, come, 
 
 He’ll form your fouls anew; 
 
33 HYMN XXXVII. Book I. 
 
 H is Gofpel and his heart have room 
 For rebels fuch as you. 
 
 4 H is do&rine is almighty love, 
 
 There’s virtue in his name. 
 
 To turn the raven to a dove, 
 
 The lion to a lamb. 
 
 HYMN 37, l. m. 
 
 1 r pHE mighty frame of glorious grace, 
 
 A That brightefl monument of praife 
 That e’er the God of love defign’d, 
 Employs and fills the lab’ring mind. 
 
 2 Begin, my foul, the heavenly fong, 
 
 A burden for an angel’s tongue, 
 
 When Gabriel founds thefe awful things, 
 He tunes and fummons all his firings. 
 
 Z Proclaim inimitable love, 
 
 Jefus, the Lord of worlds above* 
 
 Puts off the beams of bright array, 
 
 And veils the God in mortal clay. 
 
 4 What black reproach defil’d his name ! 
 When with our fins he took our (hame ! 
 The pow’r whom kneeling angels bleft, 
 
 Is made the impious rebel’s jeft. 
 
 $ He that difiributeg crowns and thrones, 
 Hangs on a tree and bleeds and groans ; 
 
Book I. HYMN XXXVIII. 
 
 The Prince of life refigns his breath, 
 The King of glory bows to death. 
 
 6 But fee the wonders of his pow’r 
 He triumphs in his dying hour ; 
 
 And while by Satan’s rage he fell, 
 
 He dalh’d the riling hopes of hell. 
 
 7 Thus were the hofts of death fubdu’d. 
 And lin was drown’d in Jefu’s blood; 
 Thus he arofe and reigns above, 
 
 And conquers finners by his love. 
 
 8 What {hall fulfil his boundlefs fong, 
 
 The theme fur mounts an angel’s tongue; 
 How low, how vain, are mortal airs, 
 When Gabriel’s nobler harp defpairs. 
 
 HYMN 38, c. m. 
 
 1 TTOW is our nature fpoil’d by fin 1 
 
 Yet nature ne’er had found 
 The way to make the confcience clean. 
 Or heal the painful wound. 
 
 2 In vain we feek for peace with God, 
 
 By methods of our own: 
 
 Jefus there’s nothing but thy blood. 
 
 Can bring us near the throne. 
 
 5 The threat’nings of the broken law, 
 Imprefs our fouls with dread; 
 
 30 
 
 •- 
 
If God his fword of vengeance draw, 
 It itrikes our lpirits dead. 
 
 4 But thine illuftrious facrifice, 
 
 Hath anfwer’d thefe demands: 
 
 Come down by Jefu’s hands. 
 
 5 Here all the ancient types agree, 
 The altar and the lamb ; 
 
 And prophets in their vifions fee 
 
 6 *Tis by thy death we live, O Lord j 
 *Tis on thy crofs we reit; 
 
 For ever be thy love ador’d, 
 
 Thy name for ever bleft. 
 
 ^ And burit into a fong; 
 
 Almighty love infpires my heart, 
 
 And pleafure tunes my tongue. 
 
 2 God on his thirily Sion-hill 
 
 Some mercy-drops has thrown, 
 
 And folemn oaths have bound his love, 
 To fhow’r falvation down, 
 
 3 Why do we then indulge our fears, 
 
 Sufpicions, and complaints ? 
 
41 
 
 Book I. HYMN XL. 
 
 Is he a God, and fhall his grace 
 Grow weary of his faints ! 
 
 4 Can a kind woman e’er forget 
 
 The infant of her womb, 
 
 And, ’mongfl a thouland tender thoughts. 
 Her fuckling have no room ? 
 
 5 4 Yet, faith the Lord, fhould nature change, 
 
 * And mothers monlters prove, 
 
 * S ion it ill dwells upon the heart 
 
 1 Of everlafting love. 
 
 6 4 Deep on the palms of both my hands 
 
 ‘ I have engrav’d her name ; 
 
 « My hand {hall raife her ruin’d walls, 
 
 4 And build her broken frame." 
 
 HYMN 40, l. m. 
 
 1 4 YATHAT happy men or angels thefe, 
 
 ^ * 4 That all their robes are fpotlefs 
 
 white ? 
 
 * Whence did this glorious troop arrive, 
 
 * At the pure realms of heav’nly light?* 
 
 2 From torturing racks and burning fires. 
 And feas of their own blood, they came ; 
 But nobler blood has waft’d their robes. 
 Flowing from Chrift the dying Lamb. 
 
42 HYMN XLI. Book I. 
 
 3 Now they approach th’ almighty throne, 
 With loud holannas night and day. 
 
 Sweet anthems to the great Three One, 
 Meafure their bleiVd eternity. 
 
 4 No more {hall hunger pain their fouls; 
 
 He bids their parching third be gone ; 
 And fpreads the lliadow of his wings, 
 
 To fereen them from the fcorching fun. 
 
 5 The Lamb, that fills the middle throne, 
 Shall died around his milder beams; 
 
 There {hall they feaft on his rich love, 
 And drink full joys from living dreams'. 
 
 € Thus fhall their mighty blifs renew, 
 
 Thro’ the vaft round of endlefs years, 
 
 And the foft hand of fov’reign grace 
 Heals all their wounds, wipes their tears. 
 
 HYMN 41, c. m. 
 
 1 * 'T’HESE glorious minds, how bright 
 
 •'*’ they {hine ! 
 
 ‘ Whence all their white array ? 
 
 • How came they to their happy feats 
 * Of everlalting day ?* 
 
 2 From tort’ring pains to endlefs joys 
 
 On fi’ry wheels they rode, 
 
Book I. HYMN XL1L 43 
 
 And ilrangely wafli'd their raiment white 
 In Jefu’s dying blood. 
 
 3 Now they approach a fpotlefs God, 
 
 And bow before his throne; 
 
 Their warbling harps and facred fong§ 
 Adore the Holy One. 
 
 * 
 
 4 The unveil’d glories of his face 
 
 Amonglt his faints relide, 
 
 While the rich treafure of his grace 
 Sees all their wants fupply’d. 
 
 5 Tormenting third (hall leave their fouls, 
 
 And hunger flee as faft ; 
 
 The fruit of life's immortal tree 
 Shall be their fweet repaft. 
 
 6 The Lamb fhali lead his heav’nly flock 
 
 Where living fountains rife, 
 
 And love divine {hall wipe away 
 The forrows of their eyes. 
 
 HYMN 42, c. m. 
 
 1 A DORE and tremble, for our God 
 ^ Is a* confuming fire ; 
 
 His jealous eyes his wrath inflame* 
 
 And raife his vengeance higher. 
 
 * Heb. xii. 29. 
 
44 HYMN XLII. Book 1. 
 
 2 Almighty vengeance ! how it burns ! 
 
 How bright his fury glows ! 
 
 Vail magazines of plagues and ftorms 
 Lie treafur’d for his foes. 
 
 3 Thofe heaps of wrath by flow degrees 
 
 Are forc’d into a flame, 
 
 But kindled, O how fierce they blaze l 
 And rend all nature’s frame. 
 
 4 At his approach the mountains flee, 
 
 And i'eek a wat’ry grave; 
 
 The frighted fea makes hafle away, 
 
 And flirinks up ev’ry wave. 
 
 5 Thro* the wild air the weighty rocks 
 
 Are fwift as hail-ftones hurl’d : 
 
 Who dares engage his fi’ry rage, 
 
 That fhakes the folid world ? 
 
 6 Yet, mighty God ! thy fov’reign grace 
 
 Sits regent on the throne, 
 
 The refuge of thy chofen race, 
 
 When wrath comes rufhing down. 
 
 7 Thy hand fliall on rebellious kings 
 
 A fi’ry tempeft pour, 
 
 While we beneath thy fh^lt’ring wings 
 Thy juft revenge adore. 
 
Book I 
 
 HYMN XL III. i 45 
 
 HYMN 43; l. m. 
 
 1 'A HAM, our father and our head, 
 
 Ll Tranfgrefs’d & jullice doom’d us dead. 
 The fiery law ipeaks all defpair, 
 
 There’s no reprieve nor pardon there. 
 
 2 But O ! unutterable grace, 
 
 The Son of God takes Adam’s pV^ce ; 
 Down to our world the Saviour flies. 
 Stretches his naked arms and dies. 
 
 3 Juftice was pleas’d to bruife. the God, 
 
 And pay its wrongs with fieav’nly blood 
 What unknown racks and pangs he bore ! 
 Then rofe ; the law could afk no more. 
 
 4 Amazing work ! look down ye fici&s, 
 
 Wonder and gaze with all your eyes : 
 
 Ye heav’nly threnes fioop from above, 
 
 And bow to this myiterious love. 
 
 5 Lo! they adore th’ incarnate Son, 
 
 And ling the glories he has won : 
 
 Sing how he broke our iron chains, 
 
 How deep he funk, how high he reigns. 
 
 6 Triumph and-reign, vi&orious Lord, 
 
 By all the flaming hofU ador’d i 
 
 And fay, dear conqueror, fay how long, 
 Lre we fhail rile to join their fong. 
 
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Book 1. 
 
 46 HYMN XLIV. 
 
 7 Send down a chariot from above, 
 
 With fiery wheels, and pav’d with love, 
 Raife me beyond th* etherial blue. 
 
 To fing and love as angels do. 
 
 HYMN 44, n. m. 
 
 1 T.TE dies ! the friend of iinners dies ! 
 
 Lo Salem’s daughters weep around! 
 A folemn darknefs veils the Ikies, 
 
 A fudden trembling {hakes the ground. 
 
 2 Come, faints, and drop a tear or two 
 For him who groan’d beneath your load; 
 He filed a thoufand drops for you, 
 
 A thoufand drops of richer blood. 
 
 3 Here’s love and grief beyond degree. 
 The Lord of glory dies for men ! 
 But lo! what fudden joys we fee, 
 Jefus the dead revives again ! 
 
 4 The rifing God forfakes the tomb ! 
 The tomb in vain forbids his rife; 
 Cherubic legions guard him home, 
 And fiiout him welcome to the Ikies. 
 
 5 Break off your tears, ye faints, and tell, 
 How high our great delivher reigns ; 
 Sing how he fpoil’d the hofts of hell, 
 And led the moufter death in chains ! 
 
 
Book I. HYMN XLV. 4 7 
 
 6 Say, 1 Live for ever, wond’rous King! 
 
 * Born to redeem and itrong to fave ;* 
 Then afk the monfter where’s thy Ring ? 
 And where’s thy vi&’ry, boafting grave! 
 
 HYMN 45, c. m. 
 
 1 CEE where the great incarnate God 
 0 Fills a majehic throne, 
 
 While from the ikies his awful voice 
 Bears the tail judgment down. 
 
 2 * [I am the firil, and I the fail, 
 
 4 Through endlefs years the fame ; 
 
 4 I AM is my memorial ftill, 
 
 ‘ And my eternal name. 
 
 3 * Such favors as a God can give, 
 
 ‘ My royal grace bellows : 
 
 4 Ye thirlly fouls, come tafte the ftreams 
 
 * Where life andpleafure flows.J 
 
 4 « [The faint that triumphs o’er his fins. 
 
 * I’ll own him for a fon ; 
 
 * The whole creation (halt reward 
 
 * ^ k e conquells he has won. 
 
 5 1 But bloody hands and hearts unclean. 
 
 i And all the lying race, 
 
 ( The faithlefs and the fcoffing crew, 
 
 4 That fpurn at ofier’d grace; 
 
48 HYMN XLVI. Book!. 
 
 6 4 They (hall be taken from my fight, 
 
 * Bound fait in iron chains, 
 
 * And headlong plung’d into the lake 
 
 * Where fire and darknefs reigns.’] 
 
 7 O may I fland before the Lamb, 
 
 When earth and feas are fled! 
 
 And hear the judge pronounce my name, 
 With bleffings on my head! 
 
 8 May I with thofe for ever dwell 
 
 Who here were my delight, 
 
 While finners, banifli’d down to hell, 
 
 No more offend my fight. 
 
 HYMN 46, c. m. 
 
 1 LEATHER, how wide thy glories fhine, * 
 x II ow high thy wonders rife! 
 
 Known thro’ the earth by tlioufand figns. 
 
 By thoufand through the fkies. 
 
 2 Thofe mighty orbs proclaim thy pow’r, 
 
 Their motions lpeak thy ikill. 
 
 And on the wings of ev’ry hour, y 
 We read thy patience itili. 
 
 $ But when we view thy grand defign, 
 
 To fave rebellious worms ; 
 
 Our fouls are fill’d with awe divine, 
 
 To fee what God performs. 
 
Book I. HYMN XLVII. 49 
 
 4 When finners break the Father’s laws, 
 
 The dying Son atones, 
 
 Oh ! the dear mylt’ries of his crofs, 
 
 The triumph of his groans ! 
 
 5 Now the full glories of the Lamb, 
 
 Adorns the heav’nly plains ; 
 
 Sweet cherubs learn Immanuel’s name. 
 And try their choiceft ftrains. 
 
 6 O may I bear fome humble part 
 
 In that immortal fong ; 
 
 Wonder and joy (hall tune my heart. 
 
 And love command my tongue. 
 
 HYMN 47, c. m. 
 
 1 TTAPPY the foul that lives on high, 
 
 AX While men lie grov’ling here, 
 
 H is hopes are fix’d above the Iky, 
 
 And faith forbids his fear. 
 
 2 H is confcience knows no fecret ftings 
 
 While grace and joy combine 
 To form a life whole holy fprings, 
 
 Are hidden and divine. 
 
 3 He waits in fecret on his God, 
 
 His God in fecret fees; 
 
 Let earth be all in arms abroad. 
 
 He dwells in heav’nly peace. 
 
M HYMN XLVIIL Book I. 
 
 4 Ilis pleafures rife from things uitfeen, 
 
 Beyond this world and time; 
 
 Where neither eyes nor ears have been, 
 Nor thoughts of mortals climb. 
 
 5 He wants no pomp nor royal throne 
 
 To raife his figure here,* 
 
 Content and pleas’d to live unknown, 
 
 Till Chrift his life appear. 
 
 6 He looks to heav’n’s eternal hills, 
 
 To meet that glorious day ; 
 
 Dear Lord, how flow thy chariot wheels, 
 How long is thy delay. 
 
 HYMN 48, l. m. 
 
 1 A WAKE our fouls (away our fears, 
 
 Let ev’ry trembling thought be gone), 
 Awake, and run the heav’nly race. 
 
 And put a cheerful courage on. 
 
 2 True, ’tis a flrait and thorny road, 
 
 And mortal fpirits tire and faint; 
 
 But they forget the mighty God, 
 
 That feeds the flrengthof ev’ry faint. 
 
 3 The mighty God, whofe matchlefs pow’r 
 Is ever new, and ever young, 
 
 And firm endures w«hile endlefs years 
 Their everlafiing circles run. 
 
Book I. HYMN XLIX. 51 
 
 4 From thee, the overflowing fpring, 
 
 Our fouls {hall drink a frelh fuppfy. 
 
 While fuch as trull their native llrengtk 
 Shall melt away, and droop and die. 
 
 5 Swift as an eagle cuts the air, 
 
 We’ll mount aloft to thine abode : 
 
 On wings of love our fouls lhall fly, 
 
 Nor tire amidft the heav*nly road. 
 
 HYMN 49, c m. 
 
 1 TLJOW flrong thine arm is, mighty God 8 
 
 Who would not fear thy name! 
 
 Jefus, how fweet thy graces are ! 
 
 Who would not love the Lamb! 
 
 2 He has done more than Mofes did, 
 
 Our Prophet and our King; 
 
 From bonds of hell he freed our fouls, 
 
 And taught our lips to ling. 
 
 3 In the Red-fea by Mofes* hand 
 
 Th* Egyptian holl was drown’d; 
 
 But his own blood hides all our lins. 
 
 And guilt no more is found. 
 
 4 When thro* the defart Ifr*el went. 
 
 With manna they were fed ; 
 
 Our Lord invites us to his flefh. 
 
 And calls it living bread. 
 
m s HYMN L. Book 1, 
 
 5 Mofes beheld the promis’d land, 
 
 Yet never reach’d the place, 
 
 But Chrill fhall bring his follow*rs home 
 To fee his Father’s face. 
 
 6 Then will our love and joy be full, 
 
 And feel a warmer flame ; 
 
 And 1 wee ter voices tune the fong. 
 
 Of Mofes and the Lamb. 
 
 HYMN 50, c. m* 
 
 1 XTOW be the God of Ifr’ei blefs’d. 
 
 Who makes his truth appear; 
 
 His mighty hand fulfils his word, 
 
 And all the oaths he fware. 
 
 2 Now lie bedews old David’s root 
 
 With bleffings from the fkies; 
 
 He makes the branch of promife grow, 
 The promis’d horn arife. 
 
 3 [John was the prophet of the Lord, 
 
 To go before his face ; 
 
 The herald which our Saviour-God, 
 
 Sent to prepare his ways. 
 
 4 He makesrthe great falvation known, 
 
 He lpeaks of pardon’d fins ; 
 
 While grace divine, and heav’nly love, 
 
 In its own glory fhines. 
 
BiokL HYMN LI. 53 
 
 5 4 Behold the Lamb of God, ’ he crids, 
 
 4 That takes our guilt away ; 
 
 4 I faw the fpirit o’er his head 
 4 On his baptizing-day. 
 
 6 4 Be ev’ry vale exalted high, 
 
 4 Sink ev’ry mountain low ; 
 
 4 The proud-mud Hoop, and humble fouls 
 4 Shall his falvation know. 
 
 7 4 The heathen realms with ItVel’s land 
 
 4 Shall join in lweet accord; 
 
 4 And all that’s born of men fliall fee 
 4 The glory of the Lord. 
 
 8 4 Behold the Morningflar arife, 
 
 4 Ye that in darknefs lit ; 
 
 4 He marks the path that leads to peace, 
 
 4 And guides our doubtful feet.* 
 
 HYMN 51, s. m. 
 
 Let all the faints below the (kies 
 Their humble praifes bring. 
 
 2 ’Tis his almighty love, 
 
 His counfel and his care, 
 Preferves us fafe from fin and death, 
 And ev’ry hurtful fnare, 
 
54 HYMN Lli; Book I. 
 
 3 He will prefent our fouls, 
 
 N Unblemifh , d and complete, 
 
 Before the glory of his face. 
 
 With joys divinely great. 
 
 4 Then all the chofen feed 
 Shall meet around the throne. 
 
 Shall blels the conduct of his grace, 
 
 And make his wonders known. 
 
 5 To our Redeemer God 
 Wifdom and povvT belongs. 
 
 Immortal crowns of majefty, 
 
 And everlafting fongs. 
 
 HYMN 52, l. m* 
 
 1 ,P J* W AS the commiffion'of our Lord, 
 
 Go, teach the nations and baptize/ 
 The nations have receiv’d the word 
 Since he afcended to the Ikies. 
 
 2 He fits upon th’ eternal hills, 
 
 With grace and pardon in his hands, 
 
 And lends hiscov’nant, w T ith the feals, 
 x o blefs the dillant lands. 
 
 3 ‘ Repent, and be baptiz’d/ he faith, 
 
 For the reniiflion of your fins / 
 
 And thus our fenfe affifts our faith, 
 
 And (hews us what his Gofpel means. 
 
55 
 
 Book I. HYMN LIII. 
 
 4 Our fouls he wafnes in his blood, 
 
 And water makes the body clean: 
 And the good Spirit from our Gcd 
 Defcends like purifying rain. 
 
 5 Thus we engage ourfelves to thee, 
 And feal our cov’nant with the Lord ; 
 O may the great Eternal Three 
 
 In heav’n ourfoierwn vows record! 
 
 HYMN 53, l. m. 
 
 1 9D, who in various methods told 
 
 His mind and will to faints of old. 
 Sent his own Son with truth and grace. 
 To teach us in thefe latter days. 
 
 -A 
 
 3 Our nation reads the written word, 
 
 That book of life, that fure record; 
 
 The bright inheritance of heav'n 
 Is by the fweet conveyance giv’n. 
 
 3 God’s kindeft thoughts are here exprefs’d, 
 Able to make us wife and blefs’d; 
 
 The doctrines are divinely true, 
 
 Fit for reproof and comfort too. 
 
 4 Ye ifles, who read his love 
 In long epiltles from above, 
 
 (He hath not lent his facred word 
 To ev’ry land;) Praife ye the Lord. 
 
56 
 
 HYMN LIV, V. BookI. 
 HYMN 54, l. m. 
 
 1 
 
 TESUS, weblefs thy Father’s name ; 
 
 •* Thy God and ours are botu me i«*.iuc . 
 What heav’nly bleflings from his throne, 
 Flow down to iintiers through his Son! 
 
 2 * Chrifl be my firil ele£l,’ he faid ; 
 Thenchofe our fouls in Chriil our head, 
 Before he gave the mountains birth, 
 
 Or laid foundations for the earth. 
 
 o Thus did eternal love begin 
 
 To raife us up from death and fin ; 
 
 Our chara&ers were then decreed, 
 
 4 Blamelefs in love, a holy feed.* 
 
 4 Predeftinated to be fons, 
 
 Born by degrees, but chofe at once; 
 
 A new regenerated race, 
 
 To praife the glory of his grace. 
 
 5 With Chrift our Lord we (hare our part 
 In the affe&ions of his heart: 
 
 Nor fhall our fouls be thence remov’d, 
 Till he forgets his Firft-belov’d. 
 
 HYMN 55, c. m. 
 
 ^ TXTHEN we are rais’d from deep diftrefs 
 Our God deferves a fong; 
 
 We take the pattern of our praife 
 From Hezekiah’s tongue. 
 
Book I. HYMN LVT. 
 
 2 The gates of the devouring grave 
 
 Are open’d wide in vain, 
 
 If he that holds the keys of death 
 Commands them fall again. 
 
 3 Pains of the flefh are wont t’ abufe 
 
 Our minds from flavifh fears ; 
 
 4 Our days are pall, and we lhall lofle 
 4 The remnant of our years.* 
 
 4 We chatter with a fwallow’s voice p 
 
 Or like a dove we mourn, 
 
 With bitternefs inftead of joys, 
 AiHi&ed and forlorn. 
 
 5 Jehovah fpeaks the healing word. 
 
 And, no difeafe withftands ; 
 
 Fevers and plagues obey the Lord* 
 And fly at his commands. 
 
 6 If half the firings of life Ihould break* 
 
 He can our frame refiore : 
 
 He calls our fins behind his back, 
 
 And they are found no more. 
 
 HYMN 56, c. m. 
 
 1 ling the glories of thy love. 
 
 We found thy dreadful name ; 
 The Chrillian church unites the fongs 
 Of Mofes and the Lamb. 
 
5B HYMN LVII. BookI. 
 
 2 Great God, how wond’rous are thy works 
 
 Of vengeance and of grace ! 
 
 Thou King of faints, Almighty Lord, 
 How juft and true thy ways ! 
 
 3 Who dares refufe to fear thy name. 
 
 Or worfhip at thy throne ! 
 
 Thy judgments fpeak thine holinefs 
 Through all the nations known. 
 
 4 Great Babylon, that rules the earth, 
 
 Drunk with the martyrs blood. 
 
 Her crimes fhall fpeedily awake 
 The fury of our God. 
 
 5 The cup of wrath is ready mix’d, 
 
 And lhe mult drink the dregs ;\ 
 
 Strong is the Lord, her fov’reign judge, 
 And fhall fulfil the plagues. 
 
 HYMN 57, c. m. 
 
 d BACKWARD with humble ftiame we 
 On our original ; [look 
 
 How is our nature dafh’d and broke 
 In our firil father’s fall 1 
 
 2 To all that’s good averfe and blind. 
 
 But prone to all that’s ill ; 
 
 What dreadful darknefs veils our mind! 
 
 ! How cbftinate our will! 
 

 Book I. HYMN LVIIL 5S 
 
 3 [Conceiv’d in fin (O wretched {late !) 
 
 Before we draw our breath ! 
 
 The firlt young pulfe begins to beat 
 Iniquity and death. 
 
 4 How itrong in our degn’rate blood 
 
 The old corruption reigns, 
 
 And, mingling with the crooked flood. 
 Wanders through all our veins !] 
 
 5 [Wild and unwholefome as the root 
 
 Will all the branches be; 
 
 How can we hope for living fruit 
 From fuch a deadly tree ? 
 
 6 What mortal pow’r from things unclean 
 
 Can pure productions bring ? 
 
 Who can command a vital itream 
 From an infe&ed fpring ?] 
 
 7 Yet, mighty God! thy wond’rous love 
 
 Can make our nature clean, 
 
 While Chrift and grace prevail above 
 The tempter, death, and fm. 
 
 8 The fecond Adam fnall re (tore 
 
 The ruins of the firlt : 
 
 Hofanna to that fov’reign pow’r 
 That ne w-creates our dull! 
 
 HYMN 58, ii. m. 
 
 1 L ET mortal ton S ues attempt to fmg 
 J The wars ofheav’n, when Michael’Hood 
 
 
Book!. 
 
 60 HYMN LIX. 
 
 Chief general of the Eternal King* 
 
 And fought the battles of our God. 
 
 2 Againft the dragon and his holt, 
 
 The armies of the Lord prevail: 
 
 In vain they rage, in vain they boaft; 
 Their courage iink&, their weapons fail. 
 
 3 Down to the earth was Satan thrown ; 
 Down to the earth his legions fell; 
 Then was the trump of triumph blown, 
 And Ihook the dreadful deeps of hell. 
 
 4 Now is the hour of darknefs pail, 
 Chrifl hath alfum’d his reigning pO\v*r $ 
 Behold the great accufer call 
 
 Down from the Ikies, to rife no more. 
 
 ,5 s ’Twas by thy blood, immortal Lamb ; 
 Thine armies trod the tempter down ; 
 
 ’Twas by thy word, and pow’rful name, 
 They gain’d the battle and renown. 
 
 & Rejoice, yeheav’ns; let ev’ry liar 
 Shine with new glories round the Iky ; 
 Saints, while ye ling the heav’nly war, 
 Raife your Deliv’rer’s name on high. 
 
 HYMN 59, h. m. 
 
 T TN Gabriel’s hand a mighty ftone 
 1 Lms a fair type of Babylon; 
 
Book I. HYMN LX. 61 
 
 1 Prophets rejoice, and allye Taints, 
 
 ‘ God fliall avenge your long complaints.* 
 
 2 He laid, and dreadful as he flood, 
 
 He funk the mill-/lone in the flood s 
 
 * Thus terribly {hall Babtel fall, 
 
 * Thus, and no more be found at all.* 
 
 HYMN 60, l. m. 
 
 1 YYHR fouls fliall magnify the Lord; 
 
 In God the Saviour we rejoice : 
 
 While we repeat the virgin’s fortg, 
 
 • May the fame Spirit tune our voice! 
 
 2 [The Higheft law her low eftate, 
 
 And mighty things his hand hath done : 
 His overfhadawing pow’r and grace 
 Makes her the mother of his Son. 
 
 3 Let ev’ry nation call her blefs’d, 
 
 And endlefs years prolong her fame 5 
 But God alone mull be ador’d ; 
 
 Holy and reverend is his name.] 
 
 4 To thofe that fear and truft the Lord,' 
 
 His mercy {lands for ever lure : 
 
 From age to age his promile lives, 
 
 And the performance is fecure. 
 
 5 He fpake to Abra’m and his feed, 
 
 * In thee fliall all the earth be blefs’d 
 
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Book I. 
 
 62 HYMN LXI. 
 
 The tnem’ry of that ancient word 
 Lay long in his eternal bread. 
 
 6 But now no more fhall Ilr’el wait, 
 
 No more the Gentiles lie forlorn : 
 
 Lo, the dedre of.nations comes, 
 
 Beh^d the promis’d feed is born! 
 
 HYMN 61, l.m. 
 
 1 XJOW to the Lord, that makes us know 
 dN The wonders of his dying love, 
 
 Be humble honors paid below, 
 
 And drains of nobler praile above. 
 
 2 Twas he that cleans’d our fouled fins, 
 And wafh’d us in his riched blood; 
 
 J Tis he that makes us prieds and kings, 
 And brings us rebels near to God. 
 
 3 To Jcfus our atoning Pried, 
 
 To Jefusour fuperior King, 
 
 Be everlading pow’r confelVd, 
 
 And ev'ry tongue his glories ling. 
 
 4 Behold, on fl)ing clouds he comes, 
 
 And ev’ry eye (hall fee him move; 
 
 Tho’ with our fins we pierc’d him once; 
 Then he difplays his pard’ning love. 
 
 5 The unbelieving world Hi all wail, 
 
 While we rejoice to fee the day : 
 
Book I. HYMM LXII, 111. , 6 
 
 Come, Lord ! nor let thy promife fail, 
 
 Nor let thy chariots long delay: 
 
 HYMN 62, c. m. v 
 
 1 pOME, let us join otir clieerfirl fonp-s 
 With angels round the throne ; 
 den thoufand thousand are their longues, 
 But all their joys are one. 
 
 1 2 1 Worthy the Lamb that dy’d/ they crv, 
 
 * Worthy the La mb,’ our lips reply, 
 
 * For he was JTairt for us.* 
 
 3 Jefus is worthy to receive 
 
 Honor and pow’r divine ; 
 
 Arid bleflings more than we can give, 
 
 Be, Lord, for ever thine. 
 
 4 Let all that dwell above the fky, 
 
 A lid air, and earth, and leas, * 
 
 Confpire to life thy glories high, ; ! 
 
 And fpeak thine endlefs praife- 
 
 5 The whole creation join in one, 
 
 To bi‘efs the fa*cred name 
 Of him that fits upon the throne, 
 
 And to adore the Lamb. 
 
 HYMN 63, l. m. 
 
 1 W H AT e d« al honors fliall we bring 
 
 To thee, O Lord our God, the Lamb, 
 
£4 HYMN LXIV. Book I, 
 
 When all the notes that angels fing 
 Are far inferior to thy name ? 
 
 2 Worthy is he that once was flain, 
 
 The Prince of Peace that groan’d and dy a 
 Worthy to rife, and live, and reign 
 At his Almighty father’s fide. 
 
 3 Pow’r and dominion are his due, 
 
 Who itood condemn’d at Pilate’s bar; 
 ‘Wifdom belongs to Jd us too, 
 
 Tho’ he was charg’d with madneis here 
 
 4 All riches Sure his native right, 
 
 Yet he fullain’d amazing lois; 
 
 To him alcribe eternal might, 
 
 Who left his weuknefs on the crafv 
 
 5 Honor immortal moil be paid, 
 
 Indead of fcandal and of icorn ; 
 
 While glory {bines around his head, 
 And a bright crown without a thorn. 
 
 6 Bleflings for ever on the Lamb, 
 
 Who bore the curie for wretched men; 
 Let ango-is found his facred name, 
 And ev’ry creature fay, Amen. 
 
 HYMN 64, s ; m. 
 
 B 
 
 EH O L D, wh at wondVou's grace 
 The Father has beftow’d 
 
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IsD 
 
 J3ook I. HYMN LXV\ 
 
 On fmners of a mortal race. 
 
 To call them fons of God! 
 
 ’Tis no furprifmg thing, 
 
 That we fhould be unknown ; 
 
 The jewifh world knew not their King, 
 God’s everlaiiing Son : I 
 
 3 Nor doth it yet appear 
 
 How great we rauft be made. 
 
 But when we lee our Saviour here, 
 i We (hall be like our head. 
 
 i A hope fo much divine 
 May trials well endure. 
 
 May purge our fouls from fenfe and fin, 
 As Chrilt the Lord is pure. 
 
 5 If in my Father’s loye 
 1 fhare a filial part. 
 
 Send down thy Spirit like a dove 
 To reft upon my heart. 
 
 6 We would no longer lie 
 
 Like flaves beneath the throne ;. 
 
 My faith fhall. Abba Father, cry,,. 
 
 And thou the kindred own. 
 
 HYMN 65, l. m. 
 
 1 T ET the feventh angel found on high, 
 - ■ Let ftiputs.be heard thro’ al} the Iky 
 
m HYMN LXVI.I Roakf 
 
 Kings of the earth, with glad accord, 
 Give up your kingdoms to the Lord. 
 
 2 Almighty God, thy pow’r alTume, 
 
 Who waft, and <art, and art to come *. 
 Jefus., the Lamb, who once was flain, 
 
 For ever live, for ever reign ! To 
 
 3 The angry nations fret and roar, > • 
 
 That they can flay the faints no more; 
 
 On wii)g« of veng’ance flies our God, 
 
 To pay the long arrears of blood. 
 
 4 Now nutft the riling dead appear; 
 
 Now the deciiive-fentence hear; 
 
 Now the dear martyrs of the Lord 
 Receive an infinite reward. 
 
 HYMN 66, l. m. ' 
 
 1 T ET him embrace my foul, and prove 
 
 u My mt’reibrn his heavhily love : 
 
 The voice that tells me ‘Thou art mine/ 
 Exceeds the hidings of the vine. 
 
 2 On thee th’ anointing Spirit came, 
 
 And fpread the favor of thy name ; 
 
 That oil of glad neks and of grace 
 Draws virgin fouls to meet thy face. 
 
 3 Jete, allure me by thy charms ; 
 
 My. foul fliali fly into thine arms! 
 
Our wand’ring feet thy favors bring 
 To the fair chambers of the King. 
 
 4 Wonder and pleafure tune our voice 
 
 To fpeak thy praifes and our joys : . 
 
 Our mem’ry keeps this love of thine 
 Beyond the tafte of richeil wine. 
 
 5 Tho’ in ourfelves deform’d we are ; 
 
 And black as Kedar’s tents appear ; 
 
 Yet when we put thy beauties on, 
 
 Fair as the courts of Solomon. 
 
 6 While at the table fits the King, 
 
 He lcve.s to fee us fmile and fmg : 
 
 Our graces are our belt perfume, 
 
 And breathe like fpikenard round the room. 
 
 7 As myrrh n»ew-l)leeding from the tree, 
 
 Such is a dying Chrifl to me ; t 
 
 And while he makes my foul his gueft, 
 
 My bofom, Lord, {hall be thy reft. 
 
 8 No beams of cedar or of fir, 
 
 Can with thy courts on earth comparey 
 And kere we wait until tliy love 
 Raife us to nobler feats above. 
 
 HYMN 67, l. m. 
 
 1 r pHOU whom my foul admires above 
 All earthly joy, and earthly love, 
 
m HYMN LXVHI. Book I, 
 
 Tell me, dear Shepherd, let me know, * 
 Where' doth thy lWeeteft pallure grow: 
 
 2 Where is the fhadow of that rock 
 That from the fun defends thy hock ? 
 Fain would I feed among thy ilieep, 
 Among them reft, among them ileep. 
 
 3 Why fhould thy bride appear like one 
 That turns alide to paths unknown ? 
 
 My conilant feet would never rove, 
 Would never feek another'love. 
 
 4 The footlleps of thy Hock I fee : 
 
 Thy i weeteil pa 11 ures here they be : 
 
 A wond rous feaii thy love prepares, 
 Bought with thy wounds, & groans, & tears. 
 
 5 His deareft llelh he makes my food, 
 
 And bids me drink his richeft blood: 
 Here to theie hills my foul will come, 
 
 Till my beloved leads me home. 
 
 H YMN 68, I . m. 
 
 1 B EHOLD the Rofe of Sharon here, 
 
 The Lily which the valiies bear ; 
 Behold the Tree of Life, that gives 
 B-cfreihing fruit and healing leaves, 
 
 2 Among ft the thorns fo lilies fhine, 
 Amonglt wild gourds the nobler vine : 
 
Book I HYMN L XIX. (& 
 
 in mine eyes my Saviour proves, 
 Amidft a thouiand meaner loves. 
 
 3 Beneath his cooling- (hade I fat, 
 
 T o fhieid me from the burning heat; 
 
 Of heav’nly fruit he fpreads a feaii, 
 
 To feed mv eyes and plcafe my take, 
 
 4 Kindly he brought me to the place 
 Where hands the banquet of his grace ; 
 
 He faw me faint, and o'er my head 
 The banner of his love he in read. 
 
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 5 With living bread and gerdrous wine, 
 
 He cheers this linking heart of mine ; 
 
 And opening his own heart to me, 
 
 He (hews his thoughts how kind they be. 
 
 6 O never let my.Lord depart; 
 
 Lie down and reit upon my heart; 
 
 I charge my fins not once to move, 
 
 Nor itir, nor wake, nor grieve my lave, 
 
 HYMN 69, n. m. 
 
 1 TP HE voice of my beloved founds 
 
 Over the rocks and riling grounds ; 
 O’er hills of guilt, and feas of grief, 
 
 He leaps, lie dies to my relief. 
 
 2 Now, thro’ the veil of fiefh, I fee 
 With eyes of love lie looks at me ; 
 
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 Book I, 
 
 HYMN LXX. 
 
 Now in the GofpePs cleared glafs 
 He fliews the beauties of his face. 
 
 3 Gently he draws my heart along, 
 
 Both with his beauties and his tongue; 
 
 ‘ Rife,’ faith my Lord, * make halte away; 
 4 No mortal joys are worth thy flay. 
 
 4 ‘ The Jewifh wint’ry hate is gone, 
 
 1 The mills are fled, the fpring comes on; 
 
 ‘ The facred turtle-dove we hear 
 4 Proclaim the new, the joyful year. 
 
 5 i TIT immortal vine of heav’nly root, 
 
 4 Blofloms and buds, and gives her fruit.* 
 Lo, we are come to talle the wine ; 
 
 Our fouls rejoice, and blefs the vine. 
 
 6 And when we hear our Jefus fay, 
 
 * Rife op, my love, make haite away !* 
 Our hearts would fain out-fly the wind, 
 And leave all earthly loves behind. 
 
 HYMN 70, l. m. 
 
 1 XT ARK, ! the Redeemer from on high 
 
 Sweetly invites his favTites nigh; 
 
 • From caves of'darknefs and of doubt 
 Fie gently fpeaks, and calls us out; 
 
 2 ‘ My dove, who hidefl in the rock, 
 
 Thiile heart ahnoil with forrow broke, 
 
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 Book I, HY^IN LXX. 
 
 1 I-ift up thy face, forget thy fear, 
 
 * And let thy voice delight mine ear. 
 
 3 * Thy voice to me founds ever fweet; 
 
 ‘ My graces in thy coimt'nance meet; 
 
 4 Tho’ the vain world thy face defpife, 
 
 4 ’Tis bright and comely in mine eyes.’ 
 
 4 Dear Lord, our thankful heart receives 
 The hope thine invitation gives: 
 
 To thee our joyful lips (hall raife 
 The voice of prayer, and of praife. 
 
 5 I am my love’s, and he is mine ; 
 
 Our hearts, our hopes, our palftons join 1 
 Ncr let a motion, nor a word, 
 
 Nor thought arife, to grieve my Lord. 
 
 6 My foul to paftures fair he leads, 
 
 Amongil the lilies where he feeds; 
 Amonglt the faints (whofe robes are white, 
 Walh’d in his blood) is his delight. 
 
 7 Till the day break, and fliadows flee,, 
 
 Till the fweet dawning light I fee, 
 
 Thine eyes to me-ward often turn. 
 
 Nor let my foul in darknefs mourn. 
 
 8 Be like a hart on mountains greep. 
 
 Leap o’er the hills of fear and fin; 
 
 Nor guilt, nor unbelief, divide 
 
 My love, my Savi-our, from my Me. 
 
n HYMN LXXI. Boo 
 
 HYMN 71, l.m, 
 
 1 AFTRN I leek my Lprd by night; 
 ^ Jelus, ray- love, my foul’s delight j 
 With warm defite and reftlefs thought, 
 I feek him oft, but find him not, 
 
 2 Then I arife and fearch the ftreet, 
 
 Till' I my Lord, ray Saviour meet; 
 
 1 afk the watchmen of the night, 
 
 * Where did you fee my foal’s delight ¥''■ 
 
 3 Sometimes I find him in my way. 
 Directed by a heav’nly ray ; 
 
 I leap for joy to lee his face, 
 
 And hold him fall in my embrace# 
 
 4 I bring him to my mother’s home; 
 
 Nor does my Lord re fa fe to come 
 To Sion’* facred chambers, where.,. 
 My foul firil drew the vital air. 
 
 3 Lie gives me there his bleeding heart, 
 Pierc'd for my fake with deadly.fmartj 
 I give my foul to him, and there 
 Oar loves their mutual tokenihars, 
 
 % I charge you all, ye earthly toys, 
 Approach not to diilurb my joys ; 
 
 Nor fin nor hell come near my heart. 
 Nor caufe my Saviour to depart. 
 
 
Book I. HYMN LXXIL 
 
 HYMN f2; l. m. 
 
 1 "p\ AUGHTERS of Sion, come, behold 
 ^ The crown of honor and of gold, 
 Which the glad church, with joys unknown, 
 Plac’d on the head of Solomon. 
 
 2 Jefus, thou everlafting King ! 
 
 Accept the tribute which we brings 
 Accept the well-deferv’d renown, 
 
 And wear our praifes ’as thy crown. 
 
 3 Let e-v’ry aft of worflvip be 
 
 Like our efpoufals, Lord, to thee ; 
 
 Like the dear hour when from above 
 Wefirfl receiv’d thy pledge of love, 
 
 4 The gladnefs of that happy day ! 
 
 Our hearts would with it long to flay $ 
 
 Nor let our faith forfake its held, 
 
 Nor comfort link, nor love grow cold, 
 
 5 Each following minute as it flies 
 Increafe thy praife, improve our joys j 
 Till we are rais’d to ling thy name. 
 
 At the great fupper of the Lamb. 
 
 O that the months would roll awav. 
 
 ✓ * 
 
 And bring that coronation-day ! 
 
 The King of Grace lhall fill the throne. 
 With all his Father’s glories on. 
 
< HYMN 73, 
 
 | 1 T7TND is the fpeech of Chrift bur Lord, 
 
 v; ^ Affection founds in ev’ry word ; 
 
 • * Lo, thou art fair, my love !* he cries: 
 
 ■ * Not the young* doves have fvveeter eyes. 
 
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 *2 1 Sweet are thy tip's-, thy pleafing voice 
 ; * Salutes mine ear with fecret joys; 
 
 ‘ No fpicefo much delights the fmell, 
 
 ‘ Nor milk nor honey tafte To well-. 1 
 
 3 * Thou art all-fair, my bride, to rne ; 
 
 * I will behold no fpot in thee,’ 
 
 What mighty wonders love performs* 
 
 : And puts a cornelinefs on worms ! 
 
 4 Defil’d and loathfome as we are. 
 
 He makes us white, and calls ns fair; 
 Adorns us with that heav’nly drefs, 
 
 His graces and his righteoufnefs. 
 
 5 i My lifter, and my fpoufe-,’ he cries, 
 
 * Bound to my heart by various ties, 
 
 * Thy powerful love my heart detains 
 
 ‘ In il.ro ng delight and pie aft ng chains,' 
 
 d He calls me from the leopard’s deny 
 From this wide world of beafts and men, 
 To Sion, where his glories are, 
 
 Not Lebanon is. half fo fair. 
 
Book I. HYMN LXXIV. 
 
 7 Nor dens of prey, nor flow’ry plains, 
 Nor earthly joys, nor earthly plains, 
 Shall hold my feet, or force my flay, 
 When Chrift invites my foul away. 
 
 HYMN 74, l. m. 
 
 1 TXTE are a garden wall’d around, 
 
 ** Chofen and made peculiar ground 
 A little fpot inclos’d by grace, 
 
 Out of the world’s wide wildernefs. 
 
 2 Like trees of myrrh and fpice we Hand, 
 Planted by/Godtho Father’s hand; 
 
 And all his fprings in Sion flow, 
 
 To make the young plantation grow. 
 
 3 Awake, O heav’nly wind, and come, 
 Blow on this garden of perfume ; 
 
 Spirit divine ! defcend and breathe 
 A gracious g;ale on plants beneath. 
 
 4 Make our belt fpices flow abroad, 
 
 To entertain our Saviour-God, 
 
 And faith, and love, and joy appear, 
 And ev’ry grace be afliite here. 
 
 5 Let my beloved co,me and talle' 
 
 His pleafant fruits at his own feaft: 
 
 * I come, my fpoufe, I come,’ he cries, 
 With love and pleafure in his eye^. 
 
Book! 
 
 76 HYMNLXXV. 
 
 6 Our Lord into his garden comes, 
 Well-pleas’d to. 1 me 11 our poor perfumes; 
 And calls us to a feait divine, 
 
 Sweeter than honey, milk, or wine. 
 
 7 ‘ Eat of the tree of life, my friends, 
 
 i Thebleflings that my Father fends, 
 
 * Yourtafte (hall all ray dainties prove, 
 
 4 And drink abundance of my loved 
 
 8 Jefus, we will frequent thy ,board, 
 
 And ling the bounties of our Lord, 
 
 But the rich food on which we live [give 
 Demands more praife than tongues cai 
 
 HYMN 75, u m. 
 
 1 HPHE wond’ring world inquires to knov 
 
 -Why I fhoiild love my Jefus fo; 
 
 4 What are Vi is charms/ fay they, ‘above 
 4 The objeels of a mortal love ?* 
 
 2 Yes, my Beloved to my fight 
 
 Shews afweet mixture, red and white: 
 All human beauties, all divine, 
 
 In my Beloved meet and lliine. 
 
 3 White is his- foul, from blemifh free, 
 Red, with the blood he filed for me, 
 
 The faireft of ten theuiand fairs, 
 
 A fun amongil ten thoufand liars*. 
 
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 Book I. HYMN LXXV. 
 
 4 His head the fined gold excels : 
 
 There vvifdo.nl in perfection dwells : 
 
 And glory like a crown adorns 
 Thofe temples once befet with thorns. 
 
 5 Compaffion in his heart are found, 
 
 Near to the lignals of his wound : 
 
 His facred fide no more (ball bear 
 The cruel fcourge, the piercing lpear. 
 
 € HI is hands are fairer to behold 
 
 Than di’mcnds fet in rings cf gold : 
 Thofe heav’nly hands that on the tree 
 Were nail’d, and torn, and bled for me. 
 
 7 Tho’ once he bow'd his feeble knees, 
 Loaded with fins and agonies ; 
 
 Now on the throne of his command 
 His legs like marble pillars Hand. 
 
 8 [His eyes are majefty and love. 
 
 The eagle temper’d with the dove ; 
 
 No more fit all trickling forrows roll 
 Thro’ tlk>fe dear windows of his foul.] 
 
 9 His mouth, that pour’d out long complaints, 
 ' Now fmiles, and cheers his fainting faints. 
 
 His countenance more graceful is 
 Than Lebanon with all its trees. 
 
 10 All over glorious is my Lord ; 
 
 Mull bebeiov’d, and yet ador’d: 
 
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78 HYMN LXXVI. Book I. 
 
 His worth if all the nations knew, 
 
 Sure the whole earth would love him too! 
 
 HYMN 76, l.. m. 
 
 1 T7TTHEN ftrangers hand and hear me tell 
 W What beauties in my Saviour dwell; 
 Where he is gone they fain would know, 
 That they may leek and love him too. 
 
 2 My bed Beloved keeps his throne 
 On hills of light in worlds unknown: 
 But he defcends and {hews his face 
 In the young gardens of his grace. 
 
 3 In vineyards planted by his hand, 
 Where fruitful trees in order Hand, 
 
 He feeds among the fpicy beds, 
 
 v Where lilies {hew their fpotlefs heads. 
 
 4 He hath engrofs’d my warmed love, 
 
 No earthly charms my foul can move: 
 
 1 have a manfion in his heart, 
 
 Nor death, nor hell, llia.ll make us part. 
 
 5 He takes my foul ere I’m aware, 
 
 Aud thews me where his glories are, 
 
 No chariots o|P Aminadab 
 
 The heav’nly rapture can defcribe. 
 
 6 O may my fpirit daily rife 
 
 On wings of faith above the {kies, 
 
Book I. HYMN LXXVII, VIII. ff 
 
 Till death {ball make my lalt remove 
 To dwell for ever with my lov« 1 ■ 
 
 HYMN 77, i.. m. 
 
 1 VTOW in the gaH’ries of his grace 
 
 ^ Appears the King, and thus he fays, 
 
 * How fair my faints are in my fight! 
 
 * My love how pleafant for delight!’ 
 
 2 Kind is thy language, fov’reign Lord, 
 There’s heav’nly grace in ev’ry word! 
 From that dear mouth a ftream divine 
 Flows fweeter than the choieefl wine. 
 
 3 Such wond’rous love awakes the lip 
 Of faints that were almofl afleep. 
 
 To fpeak the praiies of thy name. 
 
 And make our cold affe&ions flame. 
 
 4 Thefe are the joys he lets us know ; 
 
 In fields and villages below, 
 
 Gives us a relifh of his love, 
 
 But keeps his noblefl feail above. 
 
 5 In l’aradife, within the gates, 
 
 An higher entertainment waits; 
 
 Fruits new and old laid up in {tore, 
 
 Where we fhall feed, but thirft no more. 
 
 HYMN 78, l. m. 
 
 1 is this fair one in diltrefs, 
 
 * * That travels from the wildernefs. 
 
80 HYMN LXXVIXI. Book l 
 
 And, prefs’d with iorrows and with fins, 
 On her beloved Lord flic leans I 
 
 2 This is the ipoule of Chrifl our God, 
 Bought with the treafures of kis blood; 
 And her requeit, and her complaint, 
 
 Is but the voice of ev’ry faint. 
 
 3 ‘ O let my name engraven Hand 
 
 ‘ Both on thy heart, and on thy hand, 
 
 * Seal me upon th-ine arm, and wear 
 « That pledge of love for ever there. 
 
 4 ‘ Stronger than death thy love is known, 
 
 * Where floods of wrathcould neverdrown, 
 c And hell and earth in vain combine 
 
 « To quench a fire fo much divine. 
 
 5 ‘ But I am jealous of my heart, 
 
 4 Lefl it fiiould once from thee depart; 
 
 ‘ Then let thy name be well impreiVd 
 ‘Asa fair fignet on my bread. 
 
 6 * Till thou hail brought me to thy home, 
 
 1 Where fears and doubts can never come, 
 
 * Thy count’nairce let me often fee 
 
 ' * * ■■ * * - ■” * * •■+ •• * 
 
 ‘ Ancl often thou fhalt hear from me. 
 
 7 ‘ Come, my Beloved, hafie away, 
 
 ‘ Cutfliort the hours of thy delay; 
 
 ‘ Fly like a youthful hart or roe 
 
 * Over the hills where fpices grow/ 
 
Book I. HYMN LXX1X. 81 
 
 HYMN 79, l. m. 
 
 1 OD of the morning*, at whofe voice 
 ^ The cheerful fun makes halle 
 And like a giant doth rejoice 
 
 To run his journey through the fkies. 
 
 2 From the fair chambers of the call, 
 
 The circuit of his race begins, 
 
 And, without weavinefs or red, 
 
 Round the whole earth he flies and fhiries: 
 
 3 Oh, lij<e the fun, may I fulfil 
 TIT..appointed duties of the day, 
 
 With ready mind and adlive will. 
 
 March on and keep my heav’niy way. 
 
 4 But I fit all rove and lofe the race, 
 
 If God, my fun, fliould difappear, 
 
 And leave me in this world's wide maze, 
 To follow ev’ry wandTing liar. 
 
 5 Lord, thy commands are clean and pure, 
 Enliglit’ning cur beclouded eyes.; 
 
 Thy threat'nings juft, thy promife fure 5 
 Thy Gofpel makes the fimple wife. 
 
 6 Give me thy counfel for my guide, 
 
 And then receive me to thy Mil's, 
 
 All my defires and hopes be fide 
 
 Are faint and cold, compar’d with this. 
 
 
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 H Y M N L X X X. ‘ ; Book# 
 
 HYMN 80, l m. 
 
 c ^ i . . , '?• • IS 
 
 1 'T’HTJS far the Lord has led me on, 
 
 Thus far his powV prolongs my days, 
 And ev*rv ev’ning flia.ll make known 
 Some frelh memorial of his grace. 
 
 2 Much of my time has run to wafte, 
 
 And 1 perhaps am near my home, 
 
 But he forgives my follies paft, 
 
 He gives me itrength for days to come. 
 
 3 I lay my body down to deep, 
 
 Peace is the pillow for my head, 
 
 While well-appointed angels keep 
 Their watchful liations round my bed. 
 
 4 In vain the Tons of earth or hell 
 Tell me a thoufand frightful things; 
 
 My God in fafety makes me dwell 
 Beneath the fbadow of his wings, 
 
 5 Faith in his name forbids my fear: 
 
 O m ay thy prefence ne’er depart! 
 
 Arid in the morning make me hear 
 The love and kindnefs of thy heart. 
 
 6 Thus when the night of death (hall come, 
 My flelh (hall rell beneath the ground, 
 And wait thy voice to roufe my tomb, 
 With fweet falvation in the found. 
 
Book I. HYMN LXXXI, II. S3 
 
 HYMN 81, x.. m. 
 
 1 
 
 2 
 
 3 
 
 1 
 
 2 
 
 o 
 
 TV/fY God, how endlefs is thy love ? 
 
 Thy gifts are evYy ev’ningnew; 
 And morning mercies from above 
 Gently diftii like early dew. 
 
 Thou fpreadft the curtains of the night. 
 Great guardian of my Beeping hours, 
 Thy fovYeign word reftores the light. 
 And quickens all my drowfy powYs. 
 
 I yield my powYs to thy command. 
 
 To thee I confecrate my days, 
 
 Perpetual bleffings from thy hand 
 Demand perpetual longs of praife. 
 
 HYMN 82, L. M. 
 
 O HALL the vile race of flelh and blood 
 ^ Contend with their Creator, God l 
 Shall mortal worms preftime to be 
 More holy, wife, or jult than he ? 
 
 Behold, he puts his truft in none 
 Of all the fpirits round his throne. 
 
 Their natures, when compar’d with his. 
 Are neither holy, juft, nor wife. 
 
 But how much meaner things are they 
 Who fpring from dull and dwell in clay ! 
 Touch’d by the finger of thy wrath, 
 
 We faint and perilhlike the moth. 
 
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84 H YMN LXXXIII. Book I, 
 
 4 From night to day, from day to night, 
 We die by thoufands in thy fight: 
 
 Bary’d in dull whole nations lie 
 Like a forgotten vanity. 
 
 5 Almighty Pow’r, to thee we bow : 
 
 How frail are we, how glorious thou! 
 
 No in-pre the fons of earth {hall dare 
 With an eternal God compare. 
 
 HYMN 83, c. m. 
 
 1 "VTOT from the dull affliction grows, 
 
 Nor troubles rife by chance, 
 
 Yet we are born to cares and woes, 
 
 A fad inheritance 
 
 2 As fparks break out from burning coals, 
 
 And {Fill are upwards borne ; 
 
 So grief is rooted in our fouls. 
 
 And man grows up to mourn. 
 
 3 Yet with my God I leave my caufe* 
 
 And truft his promis’d grace : 
 
 He. rules me by his well-known laws 
 Of love and righteoufnefs. 
 
 4 Not all the pains that e’er I bore 
 
 Shall fpoil my future peace : 
 
 For death and hell can do no more 
 Than what my father pleafe. 
 
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 Book I. HYMtf LXXXIV. 
 
 HYMN 84, l. m. 
 
 1 JEHOVAH fpeaks, let Ifr’el hear. 
 
 Let all the earth rejoice and fear, 
 While God’s eternal Son proclaims 
 H is fov’reign honors and his names : 
 
 2 4 1 am the Laft, and I the Firft, 
 
 * The Saviour-God, and God the Juft; 
 
 4 There’s none befide pretends to (hew 
 
 * Such juliice and falvation too. 
 
 3 ‘ Ye that in (hades of darknefs dwell, 
 
 4 Juft on the verge of death and hell, 
 
 4 Look up to me from diftant lands, 
 
 4 Light, life, and heav’n are in my hands. 
 
 4 4 I by my holy name have fvvorn, 
 
 4 Nor (hall the word in vain return, 
 
 4 To me (hall all thi-ngs bend the knee, 
 
 4 And ev’ry tongue (hall fwear to me. 
 
 5 4 la me alone (hall men confefs 
 
 4 Lies all their ftrength and righteoufnefs: 
 Eut fuch as dare defpife my name, 
 
 I’ll clothe them with eternal (hame. 
 
 In me, the Lord, (hail all the feed 
 Of Ifr’el from their (ins be freed. 
 
 And by their (hining graces prove 
 Their int’reft in my pard’ning loved 
 
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Book I. 
 
 86 . HYMN LXXXV, VI. 
 
 HYMN 85, s. m. 
 
 1 Lord on high proclaims, 
 
 His Godhead from his throne; 
 
 - « Mercy and juilice are the names 
 4 By which I will be known. 
 
 2 4 Ye dying fouls that fit 
 
 * In darknefs and diftrefs, 
 
 * Look from the borders of the pit 
 4 To my recov'ring grace/ 
 
 3 Sinners (hall hear the found ; 
 
 Their thankful tongues (hall own, 
 
 4 Our righteoufnefs and llrength is found 
 
 * In :hee, the Lord, alone.* 
 
 4 In thee fhall lfr’el trull, 
 
 And lee their guilt forgiv’n ; 
 
 God will pronounce the fioners juft, 
 
 And take the faints to heav’n. 
 
 HYMN 86; c. m. 
 
 i TjrOW fhould the fons of Adam’s race 
 ^ Be pure before their God \ 
 
 If he contend in righteoufnefs, 
 
 We fall beneath his rod. 
 
 2 To vindicate my words and thoughts 
 I'll make no more presence ; 
 
 Not one of all mv thoufand faults 
 Can bear a juft defence. 
 
Book 1 HYMN LXXX'VII. 87 
 
 3 Strong is his arm, his heart is wife ; 
 
 What vain prefumers dare 
 Againft their Makers hand to rife. 
 
 Or tempt th’ unequal war ? 
 
 4 Mountains by his almighty wrath 
 
 From their old feats are torn; 
 
 He (hakes the earth from fouth to north. 
 And all her pillars mourn. 
 
 5 He bids the fun forbear to rife ; 
 
 Th’ obedient fun forbears, 
 
 His hand with fackcloth fpreads the fkies, 
 And feals up all the liars. 
 
 6 He walks upon the llormy fea ; 
 
 Flies on the llormy wind, 
 
 There’s none can trace his wond’rous way, 
 Or his dark footileps find. 
 
 HYMN 87, l m. 
 
 1 ^HUS faith the High and lofty One, 
 
 A 4 I fit upon my holy throne, 
 
 * My name is God ; l dwell on high, 
 
 4 D well in my own eternity 
 
 2 * But I defcend to worlds below; 
 
 4 On earth I have a manfion too, 
 
 4 The humble fpirit and contrite 
 4 Is an abode of my delight. 
 
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88 HYMN LXXXVIII. Book I, 
 
 3 ‘ The humble foul my words revive, 
 
 * I bid the mourning firmer live ; 
 
 ‘ Heal ail the broken hearts I find, 
 
 4 And eafe the furrows of the mind, 
 
 4 ‘ When I contend againft their fin, 
 
 4 I make them know how vile they’ve been, 
 4 But fhould my wrath for ever fmoke, 
 
 4 Their fouls would fink beneath my firoke, 
 
 5 O may thy pard’ning grace be nigh, 
 
 Lelt we (hould faint, defpair, and die 1 
 Thus fha.ll our better thoughts approve 
 The methods of thy chait’ning love. 
 
 HYMN 88, l. m. 
 
 1 T IFE is the time to ferve the Lord, 
 
 The time t* infure the great reward ; 
 And while the lamp holds out to burn, 
 The vileft finner may return. 
 
 2 Life is the hour that God hath giv’n 
 To Tcape from hell, and fly to heav’n; 
 The day of grace, and mortals may 
 Secure the blelfings of the day. 
 
 3 The living know that they muft die; 
 
 But all the dead forgotten lie ; 
 
 Their mem’ry and their fenfe is gone, 
 Alike unknowing and unknown. 
 
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 Book I. HYMN XXXIX. 
 
 4 Their hatred and their love is loft. 
 
 Their envy bury’d in the duft, 
 
 They have no ftiare in all that’s done 
 Beneath the circuit of the fun. 
 
 5 Then what my thoughts defign to do. 
 
 My hands, with all your might purfue. 
 Since no device, nor work is found, 
 
 Nor faith, nor hope, beneath the ground. 
 
 6 There are no a<fts of pardon pail 
 
 In the cold grave to which we bafte ; 
 
 But darknefs,-death, and long defpair,. 
 Reign in eternal filence there. 
 
 HYMN 89, i.. m, 
 
 1 V'E Tons of Adam, vain and young, 
 
 Indulge your eyes, indulge your tongue, 
 Tafte the delights your fouls defire, 
 
 And give a loofe to all your lire : 
 
 2 Purfue the pleafures you defign, 
 
 And cheer your hearts with fongs and wine. 
 Enjoy the day of mirth ; but know, 
 
 There is a day of judgment too. 
 
 3 God from on high beholds your thoughts • 
 H is book records your fecret faults ; 
 
 The works of darknefs you have done 
 Mull all appear before the fun. 
 
90 
 
 HYMN XC. 
 
 Book I. 
 
 4 The veng’ance to your follies due, 
 
 Should hrike your hearts with terror thro’; 
 How will ye {land before his face, 
 
 Or anfwer for his injur’d grace ? 
 
 5 Almighty God, turn off their eyes 
 From thefe alluring vanities : 
 
 And let the thunder of thy word 
 Awake their fouls to fear the Lord. 
 
 HYMN 90, c. m. 
 
 1 T O, the young tribes of Adam rife, 
 
 , And thro* all nature rove, 
 
 Fulfil the wifhes of their eyes, 
 
 And taile the joys they love. 
 
 2 They give a loofe to wild defires ; 
 
 But let the tinners know, 
 
 The ftrid account that God requires 
 Of all the works they do. 
 
 3 The Judge prepares his throne on high, 
 
 The frighted earth and leas 
 Avoid the fury of his eye, 
 
 And flee before his face. 
 
 4 How (It all I bear that dreadful day* 
 
 And {land the fi’ry tell ? 
 
 I’d give all mortal joys away 
 To be for ever bieIt, 
 
Book I. 
 
 HYMN XCI, II. 
 
 HYMN 91, l. m. 
 
 1 'M'OW in the heat of youthful blood, 
 
 Remember your Creator, God : 
 Behold, the months come halt’nin^ on 
 When you (hall fay, ‘ My joys are gone 
 
 2 Behold the aged Tinner goes, 
 
 Laden with guilt and heavy woes, 
 Down to the regions of the dead; 
 
 With endlefs curies on his head. 
 
 3 The dull returns to dull again j 
 The foul, in agonies of pain, 
 
 Afcends to God ; not there to dwell, 
 
 But hears her doom, and links to hell. 
 
 4 Eternal King 1 ! I fear thy name: 
 
 Teach me to know how frail i am; 
 
 And when my foul mult hence remove, 
 Give me a manlion in thy love. 
 
 HYMN 92, s. m. 
 
 1 chAll wifdom cry aloud. 
 
 And not her fpeech be heard ? 
 
 The voice of God's eternal word, 
 Deferves it no regard ? 
 
 3 * 1 was his chief delight, 
 
 * His evdialling Sen, 
 
HYMN XC1I. BeokJ. 
 
 Before the firft of all his \yorks, 
 
 ‘ Creation was begun. 
 
 4 Before the flying clouds, 
 
 ‘ Before the folid land, 
 
 Before the fields, before the floods, 
 
 * I dwelt at his right hand. 
 
 * When he adored the ikies, 
 
 1 And built them, I was there, 
 
 To order when the fun ihould rife, 
 
 ‘ And marilial every ftar. 
 
 * When he pour’d out the flea, 
 
 ‘ And fpread the flowing deep; 
 
 I gave the flood a firm decree, 
 
 ‘ In its own bounds to keep. 
 
 * Upon the empty air 
 
 ‘ The earth was balanc’d well: 
 
 With joy I law the manlion where 
 ‘ The fons of men ihould dwell. 
 
 1 My bufy thoughts at firft 
 4 On their lalvation ran, ' d . 
 
 Ere fin was born, or Adam’s duft 
 
 * Was fathion’d to a man. 
 
 4 Then come, receive my grace, 
 
 ( Ye childven, and fie \v ifie.; 
 
 Happy the man that keeps my way#, 
 
 ‘ The man that ihuns them dies.’ 
 
Book L HYMN XCIII, IV. 93 
 
 HYMN 93, L. M. 
 
 1 nPHUS faith the wifdom of the Lord, 
 
 ^ ‘t&tefs'.d is the man that hears my word, 
 1 Keeps daiiy watch before my gates, 
 
 ‘ And at my feet for mercy waits. 
 
 2 ‘ The foul that feeksme fliall obtain 
 
 * Immortal wealth and heav’nly gain ; 
 
 * Immortal life is his reward, 
 
 < Life, and the favor of the Lord. 
 
 3 * But the vile wretch that flies from me, 
 
 1 Doth his own foul an injury ; 
 
 4 Fools, that again ft my grace rebel, 
 
 4 Seek death, and love the road to hell/ 
 HYMN 94. c. m. 
 
 1 Tf AIN are the hopes the fons of men 
 
 * On their own works have built; 
 
 Their hearts by nature all unclean, 
 
 And all their actions guilt. 
 
 3 Let Jew and Gentile flop their mouths, 
 
 Without a murm’ring word, 
 
 And the whole race of Adam ftarnl 
 Guilty before the Lord. 
 
 3 In vain we afk God’s righteous law 
 T o j u ft i fy us now^» 
 
 Since to convince ana to condemn 
 Is all the law can do. 
 
 G 
 
94 HYMN XCV,VI. Book I, 
 
 4 Jefus, how glorious is thy grace! 
 
 \Vhen in thy name we triiil, 
 
 Our faith receives a righteoufnefs 
 That makes the iinner jult/ 
 
 HYMN 95, c. m. 
 
 1 XTOT all. the outward forms on earth, 
 
 Nor rites that God. has giv’n, 
 
 Nor will of man, nor blood, nor birth, 
 Can raiie a foul to heav’n. 
 
 2 The fov’reign will of God alone 
 
 Creates us heirs of grace : 
 
 Born in the image of his Son, 
 
 A new peculiar race. 
 
 3 The Spirit, like feme heav’nly wind, 
 Blows oil the ions of (kfh,. 
 
 ,1s aU the carnal mind. 
 
 New-jhf ..... : ,. 5 ti: 
 
 Ana forms the man afreih. 
 
 Qur quicken'd fouls awake and rile 
 From the long lletp ol death; 
 
 On hcav’nly things we fix our eyes, 
 Andpraife employs our breath. 
 
 HYMN 96, c. m. 
 pH f few among the carnal w ife, 
 But few of nobler race, 
 
 Obtain the favor, of thine eyes. 
 Almighty King of Grace ! 
 
Book I. 11 VMS XCJVfl. 95 
 
 2 He t^kes .the mer^of,- n?e,aneii . .• \ 
 
 For fans aa^i Jicirs of God % 
 
 Ami thus he pours- ab^rufkint iluime 
 On honorable^blopd. 5 ;; 
 
 b He calls tlie tool, and makes him know 
 The my ft Ties of. his grace, 
 
 1"o b fi ng afpiring \v i 1’dom low, 
 
 And all its pride abate.. 
 
 4. Nature hath all its> glories loti, 
 
 When brought lfefore his throne;. 
 
 No tie at {hall in his pre fence boail, f 
 
 But’in the Lord alone. 
 
 nr/ry$t rl ifw 
 
 HYMN 97, l m. 
 
 1 BURY’D in fhadows of the night, 
 
 VV e lie till Chritt re it ores the light; 
 Wifdqm defcend& to heal the blind, t 
 And chafe the darknefs of the.••min'd. 
 
 2 Our guilty fouls are drownM in tears, 
 
 Till his atening blood appears; 
 
 Then vve awake from deep diltrefs, A ’ 
 
 And ling, ‘The Lord our righteoufnefsd 
 
 3 Our very frame is mix’d with fin; 
 
 His Spirit makes our natures clean. 
 
 Such virtues from his fuif’rings Bow, 
 
 At once to cleanfe and pardon too. 
 
96 HYMN X'CVIJl. Book!, 
 
 4 Jefusbeholds where Satan reigns, 
 Binding his Haves in heavy cha'inS; 
 
 He fets the prisoners free, and breaks 
 The iron bondage from our necks. •- 
 
 5 'Poor heiplefs worms in thee poifefs 
 Grace, wifdom, pow’r and righteoufnefs, 
 Thou art our mighty All, and we 
 
 Give our whole felves, O Lord, to thee. 
 
 1 f’ght 
 
 -*• That hangs upon ©ur eyes, 
 Till Chrift, with his reviving light, 
 Over ourrfoulstrife! 
 
 HYMN 98, s. si. 
 
 2 Our guilty fpirits dread 
 
 ,, To meet the wrath of Heav’n 
 But inihis righteoufneTs array*d, 
 
 We fee our fins forgiven. . 
 
 3 Unholy Uhd impure ? ; r ’ 
 
 Are all our thoughts and ways, *’ 
 H is hands, infe&ed nature cure 
 With iainSlifyirig gtace. 
 
 4 The powers of hell agree 
 To hold our fouls in vain, 
 
 He/fets the. ferns of bondage free, 
 
 And bre a ks the c u rfed Ch a in. 
 
Book I. HYiJN XCIX, C e 
 
 « T ■ i • f . i'' f f « ' 
 
 5 Lord, we adore thy ways, 
 
 To bring us near to God ; 
 
 Thy fovYe.ign powY, thy healing grace. 
 And thine atoning blood. ' 
 
 HYMN 99, c. m. 
 
 1 YTA1N are the hopes that rebels place 
 
 * Upon their birth and blood, * J 
 De fee tided from a pious race ; 
 
 (Their fathers now with God ) 
 
 2 He from the caves of earth and hell 
 
 Can take the hardefl Hones, 
 
 And fill the houfe of Abra’m well 
 With new-created fons. 
 
 ^ ■ • f 1 J- ‘if *• r T* 
 
 3 Such wondYous povvYdoth he poffefs, x 
 
 Who form’d onr mortal frame, 
 
 Who call’d the wprld from emptinefs; 
 The world obey’d and came. 
 
 HYMN iOQ, l. m. 
 
 1 XTOT to condemn the fons of men, 
 
 ^ Did Chrilt the Son of God appear;; 
 No weapons in his hands are femv, 1 ' 
 No flaming fword, nor thunder there. 
 
 2 Such,was the .pity of our God, 
 
 He lov’d the race of man fo well, 
 
 He fent his Son,to bear our load 
 
 lins, and lave our fouls from hell. 
 
 • * : -f * j . f , , r * 
 
1)8 1-rYMH'Cl/IT. Bool. I 
 
 5 Sinners, believe the Saviour's word, 
 Trirft i n lirs m i gli t y ha m e and 1 1 ve i 
 A thoufand joys his lips afford, 
 
 His hands a thou fan# hie fangs give. 
 
 It But vengeance and danination lies 
 On rebels who refufe the grace, 
 
 Who G diV s eterna! Son defpife. 
 
 The hottefl bell fhall be their place. 
 
 IIYMN 101, l. m. 
 
 1 TXTHO can deferibe the joys that rife 
 
 ** Through all the courts of Farad ife, 
 To fee a prodigal return, 
 
 To Fee an heir of glory born ? 
 
 2 With joy the Father doth approve 
 The fruit of his eternal love ; 
 
 The Son with joy laplys down and fees 
 The purchafe of his agonies. 
 
 3 The Spirit takes delight to view 
 The holy foul he form*d ane\v ; 
 
 And faints and angels join to nng 
 The growing empire of their king. 
 
 HYMN 102, 
 
 1 T>LESS*p are the humble foujs that fee 
 Their emptinefs and poverty : 
 Treafures of grace to them are giv’n. 
 And crowns of joy laid up in heavhu 
 
Book I.j HYMN CIL 99 
 
 2 Blefs’d are the men of broken hear t, 
 
 Who mourn for fm with inward (mart ; 
 The blood of Chrift divinely Hows, 
 
 A healing balm for all their woes. 
 
 3 Blcfs’d are the meek, who Hand afar 
 From rage and paffion, lioile and war; 
 
 God will fecitre their happy ft ate, 
 
 And plead their caufe againft the great. 
 
 4 Blefs’d are the fouls that thirft for grace. 
 Hunger and long for rightecufnefs ; 
 
 They Hi all be well fupply’dand fed, 
 
 With living ftreams and living bread. 
 
 5 Biefs’d are the men whole bowels move,- 
 And melt with lympathy and love ; 
 
 From Chrift the Lord (hall they obtain 
 Like lympathy and love again. 
 
 6 Blefs’d are the pure, whofe hearts are clean 
 From the defiling pow’r of fin; 
 
 With endlefs pleafure they ftmll fee 
 A God of fpotlefs purity. 
 
 7 Blefs’d are the men of peaceful life, 
 
 Who quench the coals of growing llrife ; 
 They (hall be call’d the heirs of blifs. 
 
 The fons of God, the God of peace. 
 
 8 Blefs’d are the fuff’rers who partake 
 Of pain and fhame for Jefus’ fake j 
 
100 HYMN CIII, IV. Book 
 
 Their fouls (hall triumph in the Lord, 
 Glory and joy are their reward. 
 
 HYMN 103, c. ft. . 
 
 1 T’M riot afham’d to own my Lord', 
 
 Or to defend his caufe, 
 
 Maintain the honor of his word, 
 
 The glory of his Crofs. 
 
 2 Jefus, niy God! I know his name, 
 
 His name is all my truft ; 
 
 Nor will he put my foul to Hi a me. 
 
 Nor let my hope be loij.. 
 
 3 Firm as his throne his promife hands* 
 
 And he can well lecure " ,V 
 
 • . !> V J : £ 
 
 What I’ve committed to his hands, 
 
 Till the decihve hour; 
 
 4 Then will lie own my worthlefs name 
 
 Before his father’s face, 
 
 And in the new Jerufaiem 
 Appoint my foul a place. 
 
 IIYMN 104, c.m. 
 
 1 'VTOT the malicious or profane, 
 
 The wanton or the proud. 
 
 Nor thieves, nor iland’rers (hall obtain 
 The kingdom of our God. 
 
 2 Surprifing grace ! And fuch were we 
 
 By nature and “by fin, 
 
Boofclr hymn cv. r Wit 
 
 Heirs of immortal mifery, 
 
 Unholy and unclean. 
 
 3 But we are waflv’d in Jefus* blood, 
 
 W e 're pard On ’d thro ugh h i s nam e; 
 
 And the good Spirit of our God 
 Hath fan&ify'd our frame. 
 
 4 O for a per fevering povv'r 
 
 To keep thy juft commands! 
 
 We would defile our hearts no more. 
 
 No more polute our hands. 
 
 HYMN 105, c. ¥. 
 
 1 XJOR eye hath feen, nor ear hath heard* 
 Nor fenfe nor reafon known, 
 
 What joys fhe Father has prepar’d 
 For thofe that love the Son. 
 
 12 But the good fpirit of the Lord 
 Reveals a heav'n to come; 
 
 The beams of glory in his word 
 Allure and guide us home. 
 
 3 Pure are the joys above the fky, 
 
 And all the region peace ; 
 
 No wanton lips, nor envious eye. 
 
 Can fee or tafte the blifs. 
 
 4 Thofe holy gates for ever bar 
 
 Pollution, fin, and fhame ; 
 
102 HYMN CVI, VII. Book! 
 
 None (hall obtain admittance there 
 But foliow’rs of the Lamb. 
 
 5 He keeps the Father's book of life. 
 There all their names are found; 
 
 The hypocrite in vain {hall drive 
 To tread the heav’nly ground. 
 
 HYMN 106, s. m. v- 
 
 1 CHALL we go on to lin 
 
 M Becaufe thy grace abounds, 
 
 Or crucify the Lord again. 
 
 And open all his wounds ? 
 
 2 Forbid.it, mighty God ! 
 
 Nor let it e’er be laid, 
 
 That.we whole furs are Crucify’d, 
 
 Should raife them from the dead. 
 
 3 We will be Haves ho more, 
 
 Since Chfift hath made us free, 
 
 Has nail’d our tyrants to his crois, 
 
 And bought our liberty. 
 
 HYMN 107, 
 
 1 TAECEIV’D by fubtle fnares of hell, 
 
 ^ Adam, our head, our father, fell, 
 When Satan, in the ferpent hid, 
 Propos’d the fruit that God forbid. 
 
 2 Death was the threat’ning: Death began 
 To take poffeffion of the man l 
 

 Book i. hymn cviii. 103 
 
 His unborn race receiv’d the wound, 
 
 And heavy curies frnote the ground. • 
 
 But Satan found a worfe reward. 
 
 Tints faith the veng’ancc of the Lord, 
 
 4 Let everlafti'ng hatred be 
 ‘ Betwixt the woman’s feed and thee. 
 
 & * The woman’s feed flvali be my Son ; 
 
 ‘ He flaall deflrov what thou hall done; 
 
 1 Shall break thy head, and only feel 
 ‘ Thy malice raging at his heel.’ 
 
 5 He fpake ; and bid four thou fan d years 
 Roll on;—at length his Son appears ; 
 Angels with joy defcend to earth, 
 
 And fing the voting Redeemer's birth. 
 
 f) Lo, by the foils of hell he dies; 
 
 But, as he hung ’twixt earth and fkies. 
 
 He gave their prince a fatal blow, 
 
 And triumph’d oe’r the pow’rs below. 
 
 HYMN 108, s. m. 
 
 1 XJOT with our mortal eyes 
 
 Have we beheld the Lord, 
 
 Yet we rejoice to hear his name,,. ■ 
 
 And love him in his word. 
 
 2 On earth we want the fight 
 Of our Redeemer’s face, 
 
m HYMN CIX, X. Book I, 
 
 Yet, fcpr&, our inmofl thoughts delight 
 To dwell upon thy grace. 
 
 3 And when we taile thy love. 
 
 Our joys divinely grow 
 Unfpeakable, like thofe above. 
 
 And heav’n begins below. 
 
 HYMN 109, <L. m. 
 
 ' ’ ’ • * • • -' * ■* i * * •- .■ i . - * 
 
 1 “XTO more, my God, 1 boail no more 
 
 Of all the duties l have done; 
 
 1 quit the hopes 1 held before, 
 
 To trull the merits of thy Son. 
 
 2 Now for the love, I bear his name, 
 
 What was my gain I count my Jofs: 
 My former pride I call my fhame, 
 
 And nail my glory to his crois, 
 
 3 Yes, and I mull and willefteeni 
 
 All things but lofs for Jefus* lake : 
 
 O may my lbul be found in him, 
 
 And of his rightcoufnefs partake! 
 
 4 The befl obedience of my hands 
 
 Dares not appear before thy throne ; 
 But faith can anfwer thy demands, 
 
 * By pleading what my Lord has done. 
 
 HYMN 110, c m. 
 
 1 HP HERE is a houle not made with hand 
 Eternal, and'Oii-high ,* 
 
Book I. HYMN CXI. 105 
 
 And here my fpirit waiting (lands. 
 
 Till God (hall bid it fly. 
 
 2 Shortly this prifon of my clay 
 
 Mult be diffolvM and fall; 
 
 Then, O my foul, with joy obey 
 Thy heavTily Father’s call. 
 
 3 ’Tis he, by h ‘13 almighty grace, - 
 
 That forms thee fit for heav’n; 
 
 And, as an earned of the place, 
 
 Has his own Spirit giv'n. 
 
 4 W e walk by faith of joys to come; 
 
 Faith lives upon his word: 
 
 But while the-body is our home, 
 
 We’re abfent from the Lord. 
 
 5 ’Tis pleafant to believe thy grace. 
 
 But wo had rather fee; 
 
 We would be abfent from the flefli, 
 
 And prefent. Lord, with thee. 
 
 HYMN 111, c. m. 
 
 1 T 0RD, we confefs our numerous faults, 
 
 J How gfeat our guilt has been? 
 
 Foolifii and vain were all our thoughts. 
 And all our lives were fin. 
 
 2 But, O my foul, for ever praife, 
 
 For love his name, 
 
106 HYMN: CXII. Book! 
 
 Who- turns thy feet from danghous way 
 Of folly, fin,, and (mime. f 
 
 3 ’Tis not By workiS ,of inghteoufnefs ' 
 
 Which our own-hands have done; 
 But we.are lav'd by fav’reign grace, 
 Abounding through his Son. > 
 
 4 5 T is from.the mercy of our God 
 
 Til at all o u rTop e s beg i n ; 
 
 *Tis bV the-voater atid the. blood 
 Our fou's ary wailr’d; frorp hn. 
 
 5 ’Tis thro’ the. pur chafe of his death. 
 
 Who h nog upon the tree, 
 
 The Spirit is lent down to breathe 
 On fuck dry bones as we. 
 
 6 Rais'd from the dead we live anew r 
 
 And judi is ! d by grace, 
 
 We ill ail appear in glory .too,: ,\ : 
 
 And fee our Father’s face. 
 
 HYMN 112, o. m. 
 
 1 CO did the.Hebrew prophet rails- 
 
 The brazen ferpent high ; 
 
 The wounded felt immediate eale 
 The camp forbore to die. 
 
 2 1 Look upward in the dying hour, 
 
 * And live/ the prophet cries! 
 
Book I. HYMN CXIII 10? 
 
 But Ghrift performs a nobler cure. 
 
 When faith lifts np her eyes. 
 
 3 High on the crofs the Saviour hung’, 
 
 High in the heav’ns he reigns ; 
 
 Here linners, by th’ old ferpent Hung, 
 Look, and forget their pains. 
 
 4 When God’s own Son is lifted up, 
 
 A dying world revives : 
 
 The Jew beholds the glorious hope, 
 
 Th’ expiring Gentile lives. 
 
 HYMN 113, c. m. 
 
 1 T1TQ W large the promife! how divine. 
 
 To Abra'm and his feed! 
 
 4 I’ll be a God to tliee and thine, 
 
 4 Sapply ing all the i r ireed. * 
 
 3 The words of his exteufive love 
 From age to age endure f 
 The Angel of the cov’nant: proves, 
 
 And feals the bleifings fure. 
 
 3 Jefus the ancient faith confirms, 
 
 To our great fathers giv’n ; 
 
 He takes young children to his arms. 
 
 And calls them heirs of heav’n. 
 
 4- Our God! how faithful are his ways! 
 
 Hh love endures the fame : 
 
Book! 
 
 103 HYMN CX1V, XV. 
 
 Nor From the prom He of his grace 
 B1 o t s o irt h i s chi U! re n’s n am e. 
 
 ' HYMN 114. c. m. 
 
 1 /^ENTILES by nature, we be long 
 vJ Xo the w ild olive wood ,; 
 
 Grace takes us from the barren tree, 
 
 And grafts us in the good. 
 
 2 With the fame bleflings grace endows 
 
 The Gentile and the Jew ; 
 
 If pure and holy be .the root, 
 
 Such are the branches too. 
 
 3 Then let the children of the faints 
 
 Be dedicate to God ; 
 
 Pour out thy Spirit on them, Lord f - 
 And wafti them in thy blood. 
 
 4 Thus to the parents and their feed 
 
 Shall thy ialvation come, 
 
 And nnm’rous ho lifehold meet at la 11 
 In one eternal home. 
 
 HYMN 115, c. m. 
 
 X T OKD, how fecure myconicienGe <w&s, 
 -E* And felt no inward dread ! 
 
 I w as al i ve vt it h out the l a\y, 
 
 And thought my -ftns were dead. 
 
Book I. HYMN CXVI. 109 
 
 2 My hopes.of heav’n were firm and blight; 
 
 But fince the precept came 
 With a convincing pow’r and light, 
 
 I find how vile I am. 
 
 3 My guilt appear’d but fmall before. 
 
 Till terrible I faw 
 How perfect, holy, juft, and pure, 
 
 Was thine eternal law. 
 
 4 Then felt my foul the heavy load. 
 
 My fins reviv’d again ; 
 
 I had provok’d a dreadful God, 
 
 And all my hopes were flain. 
 
 £ I’m like a helplefs captive fold, j . 
 Under the pow’r of fin ; 
 
 I cannot do the good I would, 
 
 Nor keep my confidence clean. 
 
 6 My God, I cry with ev’ry breath. 
 
 For forne kind pow’r to fave. 
 
 To break the yoke of fin and death, 
 
 And thus redeem the Have. 
 
 HYMN 116, n. M . 
 
 1 HpHUS faith the firlfi the great command, 
 
 ‘ ^ je t all thy inward pow’rs unite 
 ‘ To love thy Maker and thy God, 
 
 4 With- utmost vigor and delight. 
 
 H 
 
110 HYMN CXVII. Book! 
 
 2 4 Then {hall thy neighbour next in place 
 
 * Share thine affections and efteem; 
 
 * And let thy kindnefs to thyfelf 
 
 * Meafure and rule thy love to him.’ 
 
 3 This is the fenfe that Mofes fpoke, 
 
 This did the prophets preach and prove; 
 For want of this the law is broke, 
 
 And the whole law’s fulfill’d by love. 
 
 4 But O ! how bafe our paffions are ! 
 
 How coid our charity and zeal ! 
 
 Lord, fill our fouls with heav’nly fire, 
 
 Or we {hall ne’er perform thy will. 
 
 HYMN 1X7, l.m. 
 
 1 BEHOLD the potter and the clay, 
 
 . ^ He forms his veflels as he pleafe; 
 Such is our God. and fucli are we 
 The fubje&s of his high decrees. 
 
 2 Doth not the workman’s powT extend 
 O’er alt the mafs, which part to choole, 
 And mould it for a nobler end, 
 
 And which to leave for viler ufe ? 
 
 3 May not the fov’reign Lord on high 
 Difpenfe his favors as he will; 
 
 Choofe fome to life, while others die, _ 
 And yet be juit and gracious Hill i 
 
Book I. HYMN CXVIII. Ill- 
 
 4 What, if to make his terror known, 
 
 He lets his patience long- endure, 
 
 Suffering vile rebels to go on 
 Andfeal their own delimit ion fure ? 
 
 5 What if he means to {hew his grace. 
 
 And his electing love employs, 
 
 To mark out fame of mortal race, 
 
 And form them fit for heav’nly joys. 
 
 6 Shall man reply againll the Lord, 
 
 And call his Maker’s ways unjult, 
 
 The thunder of whofe dreadful word . 
 
 Can crufh a thoufand worlds to dull? 
 
 7 But, O my foul, if truths fo bright 
 Should dazzle and confound thy fight. 
 
 Yet {till his written will obey, 
 
 And wait the great decifive day. 
 
 8 Then (hall he make his juftice known. 
 
 And the whole world, before his throne, 
 With joy or terror fliall confefs 
 
 The glory of his righteoufnefs. 
 
 HYMN 118, s. m. 
 
 I 'T'HE law by Mofes came, 
 
 x But peace, and truth, and love. 
 
 Were brought by Chrift (a nobler name) 
 Defcending from above. 
 
Bookl. 
 
 i 
 
 112 HYMN CXIX. 
 
 2 Amidfl the houfeof God 
 Their dilf’rent works were done ; 
 
 Mofes a faithful lervant flood, 
 
 But Chrill a faithful Son. 
 
 3 Then to his new commands 
 Be ftridft obedience paid ; 
 
 O’er all his Father’s houfe he Hands 
 The fov’reign and the head. 
 
 4 The man that durft defpife 
 The law that Mofes brought, 
 
 Behold 1 how terribly he dies 
 For his prefumptuous fault. 
 
 5 But forer veng’ance falls 
 On that rebellious race, 
 
 Who hate to hear when Jefus calls, 
 
 And dare relift his grace. 
 
 HYMN 119, c. m. 
 
 1 pKRIST and his crofs is all our theme 
 ^ The myft’ries that we fpeak 
 
 Are leandal in the Jews efteem, 
 
 And folly to the Greek. 
 
 2 But fouls enlighten’d from abovfc 
 
 With joy receive the word ; 
 
 They fee what wifdom, pow’r and love> 
 Shines in their dying Lord. 
 
Book I. HYMN CXX. 113 
 
 3 The vital favor of his name 
 
 Re (lores their fainting breath ; 
 
 But unbelief perverts the fame 
 To guilt, defpair, and death. 
 
 4 Till God diffufe his graces down, 
 
 Like fhow’rs of heav’nly rain, 
 
 In vain Appoilos fows the ground, 
 
 And Paul may plant in vain. 
 
 HYMN 120, c. m. 
 
 1 'C’AITH is the brighteil evidence 
 -*■ Of things beyond our fight, 
 
 Breaks thro* the clouds of flefh and fenfe, 
 And dwells in heav’nly light. 
 
 2 It fets times pail in prefent view, 
 
 Brings diilant profpe&s home, 
 
 Of things a thoufand years ago, 
 
 Or thoufand years to come. 
 
 4 By faith we know the worlds were made 
 
 By God’s almighty word ; 
 
 Abra'm. to unknown countries led. 
 
 By faith obey’d the Lord. 
 
 5 He fought a city fair and high, 
 
 Built by th’ eternal hands ; 
 
 And faith a flu res us. tho’ we die. 
 
 That heav’nly building Hands. 
 
114 
 
 Book I. 
 
 HYMN CXXI, XXII. 
 
 HYMN 121, c. m. 
 
 1 r pHU3 faith the mercy of the Lord, 
 
 ‘ I’ll he a God to thee; 
 
 * I’ll blefs thy num’rous race, and they 
 * Shall be a feed for me.* 
 
 2 Abra’m believ’d the promis’d grace, 
 
 And gave his fon to God; 
 
 But water feals the bleffing now, 
 
 That once was feal’d with blood. 
 
 3 Thus Lydia fan&ify *d her houfe, 
 
 When (he receiv’d the word; 
 
 Thus the believing jailor gave 
 His houfehold to the Lord. 
 
 4 Thus later faints, eternal King! 
 
 Thine ancient truths embrace; 
 
 To thee their infant offspring bring, 
 And humbly claim thy grace. 
 
 HYMN 122, l. m. 
 
 1 F)0 we not know that folemn word, 
 
 That we are bury’d with the Lord ; 
 Baptiz’d into his death, and then 
 P ut off the body of our fin ? 
 
 2 Our fouls receive diviner breath, 
 
 Rais’d from corruption, guilt, and death! 
 So trom the grave did Chrift arife, 
 
 And lives to God above the Ikies. 
 
Book I. HYMN CXXIIl. 115 
 
 3 No more lot fin or Satan reign 
 Over our mortal flefh again ; 
 
 The various lulls we ferv’d before, 
 
 Shall have dominion now no more. 
 
 HYMN 123, c. m. 
 
 1 "DEHOLD the wretch whofeluft Sc wine 
 
 Had wafted his eftate. 
 
 He begs a lhare amongft the fwine, 
 
 To talle the hulks they eat! 
 
 2 1 1 die with hunger here,* he cries; 
 
 * I ftarve in foreign lands ; 
 
 1 * My father’s houfe hath large fupplies,. 
 
 < And bounteous are his hands. 
 
 3 * I’ll go, and with a mournful tongue 
 
 ‘ Fall down before his face; 
 
 * Father, I’ve done thy juft ice wrong, 
 
 1 Nor can deferve thy grace.* 
 
 4 He faid, and haften’d to his home, 
 
 To feek his father’s love; 
 
 The father faw the rebel come, 
 
 And all his bowels move. 
 
 5 He van, and fell upon his neck, 
 
 Embrac’d and kifs’d his fort; 
 
 The rebel’s heart u/lth farrow brake, 
 
 For follies he had done. 
 
116 HYMN CXX1V. Bookl 
 
 6 ‘ Take off his clothes of (li a me and fin/ 
 
 (The father gives command), 
 
 * Brels him in garments white and clean, 
 4 With rings adorn his hand. 
 
 7 4 A day of fealting I ordain ; 
 
 4 Let mirth and joy abound: 
 
 4 My fon was dead, and lives again ; 
 
 4 Was loft, and now is found.* 
 
 HYMN 124, l. m. 
 
 1 D E P in the dufi; before thy throne, 
 
 Our guilt and our difgrace we own; 
 Great God! we own th* unhappy name,.. 
 Whence fprung our nature and our fliame. 
 
 2 Adam, the finner! at his fall, 
 
 Heath, like a conqu’ror, feiz’dus all; 
 
 A thoufand new-born babes are dead, 
 
 By fatal union to tkeir head. 
 
 3 But whiift our fpirits, fill’d with awe, 
 Behold the terrors of thy lav/, 
 
 We fing the honors of thy grace, 
 
 1 hat fent to fave our ruin’d race. 
 
 4 We fing thine everlafling* Son, 
 
 Who join’d our nature to his own; 
 
 Adapt the iecond, from the dull 
 Aailes the ruins of the firfi. 
 
117 
 
 Book I. HYMN CXXV. 
 
 5 By the rebellion of one man 
 Thro’ all his feed the mifchief ran; 
 
 And by one man’s obedience now 
 Are all his feed made righteous too. 
 
 6 Where fin did reign and death abound, 
 There have the fons of Adam found 
 Abounding life ; there glorious grace 
 Reigns thro’ the Lord our righteoufnefs. 
 
 HYMN 125, c. m. 
 
 1 TX7TTH joy we meditate the grace 
 
 * * Of our High-prieft above ; 
 
 His heart is made of tendernefs, 
 
 His bowels melt with love. 
 
 2 Touch’d with a fympathy within, 
 
 He knows our feeble frame : 
 
 He knows what fore temptations mean, 
 For he has felt the fame. 
 
 3 But fpotlefs, innocent, and pure, 
 
 The great Redeemer Hood, 
 
 While Satan’s fi’ry darts he bore, 
 
 And did relift to blood. 
 
 4 He in the days of feeble flefh 
 
 Pour’d out his cries and tears. 
 
 And in his meafare feels afrefh 
 What ev*ry member bears. 
 
118 HYMN CXXVI, XXVII. Book I, 
 
 5 He’ll never quench the fmoaking flax, 
 
 But raife it to a flame ; 
 
 The bruifed reed, he never breaks, 
 
 Nor fcorns the meaneft name. 
 
 6 Then let our humble faith addrefs 
 
 His mercy and his pow’r, 
 
 We {hall obtain deliv’ring grace 
 In the di fire fling hour. 
 
 HYMN 126, l. m. 
 
 1 'KJOT different food, nor different drefs, 
 
 Compofe the kingdom of our Lord; 
 But peace, and joy, and righteoufnels, 
 Faith, and obedience to his word. 
 
 2 When weaker Ch ri Ilians we defpife, 
 
 We do the Gofpel mighty wrong: 
 
 For God, the gracious and the wife, 
 Receives the feeble with the ftvong. 
 
 3 Let pride and wrath be banifli’d hertce, 
 Meeknefs and love our fouls purfue; 
 
 Nor fhall our practice give offence 
 
 To faints, the Gentile, or the Jew. 
 
 HYMN 127, L. m. 
 
 ^ * ^OME hither, all ye weary fouls, 
 
 * Ye heavy laden finners come: 
 
 ‘ I’ll give you reft from all your toils; 
 
 ‘ And raife you to my heav’nly home# 
 
Book!. HYMN CXXVIII. 119 
 
 2 ‘ They fhall find refl that learn of me ; 
 
 1 I'm of a meek and lowly mind ; 
 
 ‘ Butpaffion rages like the fea, 
 
 ‘ And pride is reftlefs as the wind. 
 
 3 ‘ Blefs’d is the man whofe flioulders take 
 ‘ My yoke, and bear it with delight; 
 
 ‘ My yoke is eafy to his neck, 
 
 ‘ My grace fiiall make the burden light.' » 
 
 4 Jefus, we come at thy command ; 
 
 With faith, and hope, and humble zeal, 
 Reiign our fpirits to thy hand, 
 
 To mould and guide us at thy will. 
 
 HYMN 128, l. m. 
 
 1 ‘pO preach my Gofpel,’ faith the Lord ; 
 ‘ Bid the whole earth my grace re- 
 * ceive; 
 
 * He fhall be fav’d that trulls my word ; 
 
 1 He fhall be damn'd that won’t believe. 
 
 2 ‘ I'll make your great commiffion known, 
 
 * And ye fhaTl prove my Gofpel true, 
 
 1 By all the works that I have done, 
 
 * By all the wonders ye fhall do. 
 
 3 f Go heal the fick, go raife the dead, 
 
 * Go callout devils in my name; 
 
 1 Nor let my prophets be afraid, 
 
 * Tho J Greeks reproach, & Jews blafpheme. 
 
120 HYMN CXXIX. Book I, 
 
 4 4 Teach all the nations my commands ; 
 
 4 I'm with you till the world {hall end ; 
 
 4 All pow’r is trufted in my hands, 
 
 * I can deftroy, and can defend.’ 
 
 5 He fpake, and light {hone round his head 
 On a bright cloud to heav’n he rode : 
 
 They to the fartheft nations fpread 
 The grace of their afcended God. 
 
 HYMN 129, l. m. 
 
 1 C AINTS,, at your heav’nly Father’s word 
 ^ Give up your comforts to the Lord; 
 He {hall re {lore what you relign, 
 
 Or grant you blefiings more divine. 
 
 2 So Abra’m with obedient hand 
 
 Led forth his fon at God’s command; 
 The wood, the fire, the knife, he took, 
 
 H is arm prepar’d the dreadful ftroke. 
 
 3 * Abra’m, forbear,* the angel cry’d ; 
 
 4 Thy faith is known, thy love is try’d; 
 
 4 Thy fon {hall live, and in thy feed 
 ‘ Shall the whole earth be blefs’d indeed. 1 
 
 4 Juft in the laft diftrefiing hour, 
 
 The Lord difplays deliv’ring pow’r ; 
 
 The mount of danger is the place 
 Where we {hall fee furpriiing grace. 
 
121 
 
 Book T. HYMN CXXX, XXXI. 
 
 HYMN 130, l. m. 
 
 1 MOW by the bowels of my God, 
 
 His (harp diftrefs, his lore complaint!> 
 By his laft groans his dying blood, 
 
 I charge my foul to love the faints. 
 
 2 Clamor, and wrath, and war be gone. 
 Envy and fpite for ever ceafe ; 
 
 Let bitter words no more be known 
 Amongft the faints, the fons of peace. 
 
 3 The Spirit, like a peaceful dove, 
 
 Flies from the realms of ncifs and flrife; 
 Why Ihould we vex and grieve his love, 
 Who feals our fouls to heav’nly life ? 
 
 4 Tender and kind be all our thoughts; 
 Thro* all cur lives let mercy run : 
 
 So God forgives our num’rous faults, 
 
 For the dear fake of Chrift his Son. 
 
 HYMN 131, l m. 
 
 1 TlEHOLD how linners difagree, 
 
 ■v The publican and pharifee I 
 One doth his rigbteeufnefs proclaim. 
 
 The other owns his guilt and fhame. 
 
 2 This man at humble diitance Hands, 
 
 And cries for grace with lifted hands ; 
 
122 HYMN CXXXII. BookI. 
 
 That boldly rifes near the throne, 
 
 And talks of duties he hath done. 
 
 3 The Lord their diff’rent language knows, 
 And diiPrent anfwers he bellows ; 
 
 The humble foul with grace he crowns, 
 Whilft on the proud his anger frowns. 
 
 4 Dear Father, let me never be 
 Join’d with the boafting pharifee; 
 
 I have no merits of my own. 
 
 But plead the fuff’rings of thy Son. 
 
 HYMN 132, l. m. 
 
 1 CO let our lips and lives exprefs 
 ^ The holy Gofpel we profefs, 
 
 So let our works and virtues ihifte, 
 
 To prove thedo&rine all divine. 
 
 2 Thus fhall we bed proclaim abroad 
 The honors of our Saviour-God ; 
 
 When the falvation reigns within, 
 
 And grace fubdues the pow’r of fin. 
 
 3 Our flefli and fenfe mufl be deny’d, 
 PaiHon and envy, luft and pride, 
 
 While juilice, temp’rance, truth, and love, 
 Our inward piety approve. 
 
 4 Religion bears our fpirits up, 
 
 While we expect that bleffed hope, 
 
Book I. HYMN XXXIII. 123 
 
 The bright appearance of the Lord, 
 
 And faith Hands leaning on his word. 
 
 HYMN 133, c. m. 
 
 1 T ET pharifces of high efteem 
 ^ Their faith and zeal declare. 
 
 All their religion is a dream, 
 
 If love be wanting there. 
 
 2 Love fnffers long with patient eve, 
 
 Nor is provok’d in haile, 
 
 She lets the prefent inj’ry die, 
 
 And long forgets the pall. 
 
 3 Malice and rage, thofe fires of hell, 
 
 She quenches with her tongue, 
 
 Hopes, and believes, and thinks no ill, 
 Tho’ (lie endures the wrong. 
 
 4 She nor defires nor feeks to know 
 
 The fcandals of the time, 
 
 Nor looks with pride on thofe below, 
 
 Nor envies thofe that climb. 
 
 5 She lays her own advantage by 
 
 To feek her neighbour’s good, 
 
 So God’s own Son came down to die, 
 
 And bought our lives with blood. 
 
 6 Love is the grace that keeps her pow’r 
 
 In all the realms above, 
 
IU HYMN CXXXIV, V. Bookf. 
 
 There faith and hope are know n no more. 
 But faints for ever love. 
 
 HYMN 154, L. a* 
 
 1 XT AD I the tongues of Greeks and Jews, 
 
 And nobler fpeech than angels tile, 
 If love be abfent, I am found 
 Like tinkling brafs, an empty found. 
 
 2 Where I infpir’d to preach afidteli 
 All that is done in heav*n and hell, 
 
 Or could my faith the world remove, 
 
 Still I am nothing without love. 
 
 3 Should I distribute all my {lore 
 To feed the bowels of the poor, 
 
 Or give my body to the flame 
 
 To gain a martyr's glorious name ,* 
 
 4 If love to God and love to men 
 Be abfent, all my hopes are vain: 
 
 Nor tongues, nor gifts, nor fi’ry zed, 
 
 The work of love can e’er fulfil. 
 
 HYMN 135, l. m. 
 
 1 POME, deareO: Lord, defcend and dwell 
 ^ By faith and love in ev’ry bread, 
 Then fhall we know, and tafle, and feel 
 The joys that cannot be exprefs’d. 
 
Book I. HYMN CXXXVI. g* 
 
 2 Come, fill our hearts with in ward ftrengtli. 
 Make our enlarged fouls poffefs, 
 
 And learn the height, and breadth, and 
 Of thine immeasurable grace. [length 
 
 3 Now to the God whofe pow’r can do 
 More than our thought* and wiihes know. 
 Be everlafiing honors done 
 
 • By all the church, thro’ Chrift his Sou. 
 
 HYMN 136, c. M. 
 
 1 (7.0D is a Spirit, juft and wife, 
 
 He fees our inmoft mind, 
 
 In vain to heav’n we raife our cries. 
 
 And leave our fouls behind. 
 
 2 Nothing but truth before his throne 
 
 With honor can appear, 
 
 The painted hypocrites are known 
 Thro’ the difguife they wear. 
 
 3 Their lifted eyes falute the fkies, 
 
 Their bending knees the ground. 
 
 But God abhors the Sacrifice, 
 
 Where not the heart is found. 
 
 i Lord, fearch my thoughts, and trymy way*. 
 And make my foul fincere, 
 
 Then fhall I ftand before thy face, 
 
 And find acceptance there, 
 
 1 
 
126 HYMN CXXXVII, VIII. Book I' 
 HYMN 137, l. m. 
 
 1 \TOW to the pow’r of God fupreme 
 ^ Be everlalting honors giv’n, 
 
 He faves from hell, (we blels his name), 
 He calls our wand’ring feet to heavbi. 
 
 2 Not for our duties or deferts, 
 
 But of his own abounding' grace, 
 
 He works falvation in our hearts, 
 
 And forms a people for his praife. 
 
 3 ’Twas his own purpofe that begun 
 To refcue rebels doom’d to die, 
 
 He gave us grace in C hr ill his Son, ' 
 Before he ipread the itarry Iky. 
 
 4 JefuB the Lord appears at laft, 
 
 And makes his Father’s counfels known, 
 Declares the great tranfa&ions paft, 
 
 And brings immortal bleiiings down. 
 
 5 He diesi and in that dreadful night 
 Did all the powers of hell deftroy, 
 Kifmg, he brought our heav’n to light, 
 And took poiieiiion of the joy. 
 
 HYMN 138, c. m. 
 
I HYMN CXXXIZ; ' - 
 
 If I am- fgnnd in Telus’ hands, 
 
 My fhul can ne’er be ioii. .... .>/ 
 
 ,2 His honor is engag'd to fave 
 f The meaneii of his fheep. 
 
 All that his heav’nlv Father gavex ; i- 
 His hands iecurely keep. 
 
 3 N r death nor hell (hall e’er remove 
 His fav’rites from his breads 
 In the dear bofom of his love 
 They mull for ever reft. 
 
 HYMN 139, l Mv 
 
 1 JTTOW oft have fin and Satan ftrOvc 
 1 To rend my foul from thee, my God? 
 But everlafting is thy love, 
 
 And J'efus feals it with his blood. 
 
 2 The oath and promife of the Lord, 
 
 Join to confirm the wond rous grace, 
 
 , Ete r nal po w’r p.e fo rms the w o id. 
 
 And fills all heav’n with endiefs praife. 
 
 3 Amkllh temptations fharp and long, 
 
 My foul to this dear refuge flies, 
 
 Hope is my anclior firm and ftrong. 
 While tempefls blow and billows rile. 
 
 4- The Gofpel bears my fpirits up, 
 
 A faithful arid unchanging Gcd 
 
Book I. 
 
 128 HYMN CXL. 
 
 Lavs the foundation For my hope, 
 
 In oaths, and promtfes, and blood. 
 
 H\ MN 140, l. m. 
 
 1 ]\/f 1ST AKEN fouls that dream of heav'n, 
 J-'J- And m a he their empty boafl 
 
 Of inward joys, and fins forgiv’n, 
 
 While they are Haves to lull. 
 
 2 Vain are our fancies, airy flights, 
 
 It faith be cold and lie ad; 
 
 None but a living pow’r unites 
 To Cbrill the living head. 
 
 3 *Tis faith that changes all the hearts 
 
 »Tis faith that works by love ; 
 
 That bids all fmful jovs depart, 
 
 And lifts the thoughts above. 
 
 4 »Tis faith that conquers earth and hell 
 
 By a celellial pow’r; 
 
 This is the grace that (hail prevail 
 lirrhe deciiive hour. 
 
 5 Faith mull obey Tur Father’s will, 
 
 As well as trull his grace, 
 
 A pard’ning God is jealous ftill 
 For his own holinefs. 
 
 6 When from the curfe he fets us free, 
 
 He makes our natures clean; 
 
Book I. HYMN CXLI. 
 
 Nor would he fend his Son to be 
 The minifter of fin. 
 
 7 His Spirit purifies our frame, 
 
 And feais our peace with God, 
 
 Jefus, and his falvation, came 
 By water and by blood. 
 
 HYMN 141, s. m. 
 
 1 'TTJ'HO hath believ’d thy word, 
 
 ‘ ^ * Or thy fiiivation known ? 
 
 Reveal thine arm, almighty Lord, 
 And glorify thy Son. 
 
 2 The Jews efteem’d him here 
 Too mean for their belief: 
 
 Sorrows his chief acquaintance were, 
 And his companion, grief. 
 
 3 They turn’d their eyes away, 
 
 And treated him with fcorn ; 
 
 But ’twas their griefs upon him lay. 
 Their furrow s he has borne. 
 
 4 ’Twas for the ftubborn Jews, 
 
 And Gentiles then unknown, 
 
 The God of jufiice pleas’d to bruife 
 liis bell-beloved Son. 
 
 5 ‘But 1*1! prolong his days, 
 
 1 And make his kingdom {land; 
 
 129 
 
 t 
 
130 HYMN CXLII. Book!, 
 
 * My pleafnre,* faith the God of grace, 
 
 4 Shall profper in his hand. 
 
 6 ‘ His joyful foul fit all fee 
 
 * The purchafe of his pain, 
 
 4 And by his knowledge jollify 
 
 * The guilty fons of men. 
 
 7 4 Ten thoufand captive fiaves, 
 
 ‘ Releas’d from death and fin, 
 
 4 Shall quit their prifons and their graves 
 
 * And own his pow’r divine. 
 
 8 4 Heav’n (hall advance ray Son 
 
 * To joys that earth deny’d : 
 
 4 Who faw the follies men had done, 
 
 * And bore their fins, and dy’d. 
 
 HYMN 142, s. m. 
 
 1 T IKE fheep we went affray, 
 
 ~®“ i And broke the fold of God, 
 
 Each wand’ring id a difT’rent way, 
 
 But all the downward road. 
 
 2 H ow dreadful was the hour 
 When God our wand’rings laid, 
 
 And-did at once his veng’ance pour 
 Upon the Shepherd’s head ! 
 
 3 How glorious was the grace 
 When Chriit inflam’d the ilrokei 
 
Book I. HYMN CXLIII. 131 
 
 His life and blood the Shepherd pays, 
 
 A ranfom for the flock. 
 
 4 H is honor and his breath 
 Were taken quite away ; 
 
 Join’d with the wicked in his death, 
 
 And made as vile as they. 
 
 5 But God fhall raiie his head 
 O’er all the fons of men. 
 
 And make him fee a num’rous feed. 
 
 To recompenfe his pain. 
 
 6 * I’ll give him,’ faith the Lord, 
 
 * A portion with the flrong: 
 
 • He fhall poffefs a large reward, 
 
 * And hold his honors long.* 
 
 HYMN 143, c. m. 
 
 1 AS new-born babes defire the broafl 
 
 To feed, and grow, and thrive; 
 
 So faints with joy the Gofpel tafle, 
 
 And by the Gofpel live. 
 
 2 With inward guft their heart approves 
 
 All that the world relates, 
 
 They love the men their Father loves. 
 
 And hate the works he hates. 
 
 3 Not all the flatt’ring baits on earth 
 
 Can make them Haves to lull; 
 
m HYMN CXL1IL Boql 
 
 They can’t forget their heav'nly birth, 
 Nor grovel in the dull. 
 
 4 Not all the chains that tyrants ufe 
 
 Shall bind their fouls to vice ; 
 
 Faith, like a conqu’ror, can produce 
 A thoufand vi&ories, 
 
 5 Grace, like an imcorrupted feed:, 
 
 Abides and reigns within ; 
 Jmroortal principles forbid 
 The foils of God to fin. 
 
 6 Not by the terrors of a Have 
 
 Do they perform his will, 
 
 But with the nobleft povv’rs they have 
 His fweet commands fulfil. 
 
 7 They find accefs at e v’ry hour 
 
 To God within the veil ; 
 
 He nee they derive a quick’ning pow’r, 
 And joys that never fail, 
 
 8 O happy fouls! O glorious Hate 
 
 Of overflowing grace! 
 
 1 o dwell fo near their Father’s feat, 
 And fee his lovely face. 
 
 9 Lord, I addrefs thy heav’nly throne; 
 
 Call me a child of thine; 
 
 Send down the Spirit of thy Son 
 To form my heart divine. 
 
Book I; HYMN CXLIV, V. 133 
 
 10 There filed thy choiceii loves abroad, 
 And make my comforts llrong: 
 
 Then lhali I fay, ‘My Father, God/ 
 With an unwjiv’ring tongue. 
 
 HYMN 144, c. m. 
 
 Great Comforter! defcend and bring 
 Some token of thy grace. 
 
 2 Doft thou nqt dwell in all the faints, 
 
 And feal the heirs of heav’n ? 
 
 When wilt thou banifh my complaints. 
 And fhew my fins forgiv'u ? 
 
 3 Allure my confcience of her part 
 
 In the Redeemer’s blood; 
 
 And bear thy witnefs with my heart, 
 That I am born of God. 
 
 4 Thou art the earnefl of his love. 
 
 The pledge of joys to come; 
 
 And thy foft wings, celeftial dove. 
 
 Will fafe convey ime home, 
 
 HYMN 145, c.m. 
 
 1 TESUS, in thee our eyes behold 
 J A thou fund glories more 
 
 ' v ' > * 
 
 ( 
 
134 HYMN CXLV. BookL 
 
 Than the rich gems and polUVdgold 
 The fons of Aaron wore. 
 
 3 They firft their own burnt-off’rings bro’t, 
 To purge themfelves from fin j 
 Thy life was pure without a fpot, 
 
 And all thy nature clean. 
 
 3 [Frefli blood, as conflant as the day, 
 
 Was on their altars fpilt; 
 
 But thy one off’ring takes away 
 Forever all our guilt. 
 
 4 Their priefihood ran thro’ fev’ral hands, 
 
 For mortal was their race : 
 
 Thy never-changing office Hands 
 Eternal as thy days. 
 
 5 Once in the circuit of a year 
 
 With blood, but not his own, 
 
 Aaron within the veil appears 
 Before the golden throne. 
 
 6 But Chrift by his own powerful blood 
 
 Afcends above the fkies, 
 
 And in the prefence of our God, 
 
 Shews his own facrilice] 
 
 7 Jefijs, the King of Glory, reigns 
 
 On Sion's heav’nly hill; 
 
 Looks like a lamb that has been (lain, 
 And wears his prieHhood ililh 
 
Book L HYMN CXLVI. 135 
 
 8 He ever lives to intercede 
 Before his Father’s face: 
 
 Give him, my foul, thy caufe to plead, 
 Nor doubt the Father s grace. 
 
 HYMN 146, l. m. 
 
 1 pO worfhip at Immanuel’s feet, 
 
 ^ See in his face what wonders meet! 
 Earth is too narrow to exprefs 
 His worth, his glory, or his grace. 
 
 2 The whole creation can afford 
 
 But fome faint fhadow of my Lord : 
 Nature, to make bis beauties known 
 Mull mingle colours not her own. 
 
 3 Is he compar’d to wine or bread? 
 
 Dear Lard ! our fouls would thus he fed ; 
 That flefli, that dying blood of thine, 
 
 Is bread of life, is heav’nly wine. 
 
 4 Is he a tree? The world receives 
 ■ Salvation from his healing leaves: 
 
 That righteous branch that fruitful be ugh. 
 Is David’s root and offspring too. 
 
 5 Is he a rofe? Not Sharon yields 
 Such fragrancy in all her fields : 
 
 Or if the lily he aflume. 
 
 The vallies blefs the rich perfume. 
 
116 HYMN CXLVI. BookI. 
 
 6 Is he a vine? His heav’nly root 
 Supplies the boughs with life and fruit, 
 O let a jailing union join 
 
 My foul to Chrift the living vine! 
 
 7 Is he a head ? Each member lives, 
 
 And owns the vital pow’rs he gives j 
 The faints below and faints above, 
 Join’d by his fpirit and his love, 
 
 8 Is he a fountain ? There I bathe, 
 
 And heal the plague of fin and death ; 
 
 '1 heie waters all my foul renew, 
 
 And cleanfe my fpotted garments too. 
 
 9 Is he a lire ? He'll purge my drofs; 
 
 But the true gold fuitains nolofs: 
 
 Like a refiner lliall he lit, 
 
 And tread, the refufe with his feet. 
 
 10 Is he a rock ? How firm he proves ! 
 The rock of ages never moves; 
 
 Yet the fweet ilreanis that from him flow, 
 Attend us all the defart thro’. 
 
 11 Is he a way ? He leads to God ; 
 
 The path is drawn in lines of blood; 
 There would 1 walk with hope and zeal, 
 Till I arrive at Sion’s hill, 
 
 12 Is he a door ? I’ll enter in : 
 
 Behold the pailures large and green; 
 
Book I. HYMN CXLVI. 137 
 
 A paradife divinely fair, 
 
 None but the (beep have freedom there. 
 
 13 Is he defign’d the corner-done, 
 
 For nicn to build their heav’n upon? 
 
 I’ll make him my foundation too, 
 
 Nor fear the plots of hell below. 
 
 14 Is he a temple? I adore 
 
 Th’ indwelling' majefty and pow’v; 
 
 And itiil to his mod holy place. 
 
 Whene’er I pray, I’ll turn my face. 
 
 15 Is he a liar ? He breaks the night, 
 Piercing the (hades with dawning light; 
 1 know his glories from afar, 
 
 I know the bright, the morning-flar. 
 
 16 Is he a fun ? His beams are grace, 
 
 His courie is joy and righteoufnefs: 
 Nations rejoice when he appears 
 
 To chafe their clouds, and dry their tears. 
 
 17 0 let me climb thofe higher (kies, 
 
 Where ilorms and darknefs never rife ; 
 There he difplayt his pow’rs abroad, 
 
 And (bines and reigns th* incarnate God,. 
 
 18 Nor earth, nor feas, nor fun, nor ftars. 
 Nor heav’n his full refemblance bears ; 
 His beauties we can never trace,. 
 
 Till we behold him face to face. 
 
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138 HYMN CXLVn. Book £ 
 
 HYMN 147, l m. 
 
 1 ,f TMS from the treafures of his word 
 
 A 1 borrow titles for my Lord; 
 
 Nor art nor nature can fupply 
 Sufficient forms of majefty. 
 
 2 Bright image of the Father’s face, 
 Shining with undiminifh’d ray; 
 
 Th* eternal God’s eternal Son, 
 
 The heir and partner of his throne. 
 
 3 The King* of kings, the Lord moil High, 
 Writes his own name upon his thigh : 
 
 He wears a garment dipp’d in blood, 
 
 And breaks tlic nations with his rod. 
 
 4 Where grace can neither melt nor move, 
 The Lamb refents his Injur’d love, 
 Awakes his wrath without delav, 
 
 And Judah’s Lion tears the prey, 
 
 5 But when for works of peace he comes, 
 What winning titles he alfumes ! 
 
 * Light of the world,’ and 4 Life of men i* 
 Nor bears thofe characters in vain. 
 
 6 With tender pity in his heart 
 He ads the Mediator’s part"; 
 
 A friend and brother he appears, 
 
 And v/eil fulfils the name he wears, 
 
Book I. HYMN CXLVIII. 
 
 1 At length the Judge his throne afccnds 
 Divides the rebels from his friends. 
 
 And faints in full fruition prove 
 His rich variety oT love. 
 
 1 
 
 <5 
 
 HYMN 143, s. m. 
 
 \A7"ITH cheerful voice 1 fing 
 * The titles of my Lord, 
 And borrow all the names 
 Of h'nor from his word. 
 
 Nature and art 
 Can ne’er 1 up ply 
 Sufficient forms 
 Of majeliy. 
 
 In Jefus we behold 
 His Father’s glorious face, 
 Shining for ever hright 
 With mild and lovely rays. 
 Th’ eternal God s 
 Eternal Son, 
 
 Inherits and 
 Partakes the throne. 
 
 5 The fov’reign King of kings. 
 The Lord of lords moft High, 
 Writes his own name upon 
 His garment and his thigh. 
 
140 
 
 5 
 
 HYMN CXLV1IL 
 
 His name is call’d 
 4 The word- of God,” 
 
 He teles the earth 
 With iron rod. 
 
 Where promife-s and grace 
 Can neither melt nor move, 
 The angry Lamb refen ts 
 Theinj'rie* of his love; 
 Awakes his wrath 
 Without delay, 
 
 As lions roar 
 And tear their prey. 
 
 But when for works of peace 
 The great Redeemer comes, 
 What gentle characters, 
 What titles he affumes ? 
 
 * Light of the world/ 
 And ‘ Life of men / 
 
 Nor will he bear 
 Thofe names in vain. 
 
 Immenfe compaffion reigns 
 In onr Immanuel’s heart 
 Whep he defcendsto ad 
 A Mediator’s part. 
 
 He is a friend, 
 
 And brother too. 
 
IBook I; HYMN CXLIX. 
 
 Divinely kind., 
 
 Divinely true. 
 
 7 At length the Lord the Judge, 
 
 His awffti throne afcends. 
 
 And drives the rebels far 
 From favorites and friends: 
 
 Then fhall the faints 
 Completely prove 
 The heights and depths 
 Of all his love. 
 
 HYMN 149/ is. m. 
 
 1 TOIN all the names of love and pow’ 
 
 That ever men or angels bore, 
 
 All are too mean to fpeak his worth, 
 Or fet Immanuel’s glory forth. 
 
 2 But 0, what condescending wavs 
 
 He takes to teach his heav’nly grace I 
 My eyes with joy and wonder fee 
 What forms of love he bears for me ! 
 
 3 The * Angel of the cov’nanf Hands 
 With his companion in his hands, 
 
 Sent from his Father’s milder throne, 
 To make his great falvation known. 
 
 i Great prophet, let me blefs thy name; 
 By thee the joyful tidings came 
 
 K 
 
 141 
 
U2 HYMN CXLIX. Book It 
 
 Of wrath appeas’d, of fins forgiv’n, 
 
 Of hell fubdu’d, and peace with heav’n. 
 
 5 My bright example, and my guide, 
 
 I would be walking near thy lide ; 
 
 O let me never run aftray 
 
 Nor follow the forbidden way ! 
 
 6 I love my Shepherd, he (ball keep ' 
 My wand’ring foul amongh his fheep,; 
 He feeds his Hock, he calls their names, 
 And in his bofom bears the lambs. 
 
 7 My furety undertakes mvcaufe, 
 AnfvV’ring his Father’s broken laws; 
 Behold my foul at freedom let, 
 
 My Surety paid the dreadful debt, 
 
 8 Jefus my great High-pried has dy’d, 
 
 I feek no facrifice be fide ; 
 
 His blood did once for all atone, 
 
 And now it pleads before the throne. 
 
 9 My Advocate appears on high, 
 
 The Father lays his thunder by ; 
 
 Not all that earth or hell can lay 
 Shall turn my Father’s heart away. 
 
 10 My Lord, my conqu’ror, and my king, 
 Thy fereptre and thy fword I ling; 
 Thine is the vid’ry, and 1 lit 
 A joyful fubjeft at thy feet. 
 
Book I. HYMN CL. 143 
 
 11 Afpire my foul, to glorious deeds, 
 
 The * Captain of falvation* leads ; 
 
 March on, nor fear to win the day, 
 Tho’deaih and hell ohitruA the way. 
 
 12 Should death and hell, & powers unknown. 
 Put all their forms of mifchjef on, 
 
 I ihall be lafe ; for Chrill diiplays 
 Salvation in more fov’reign ways. 
 
 HYMN 150, p.m. 
 
 1 JOIN all the glorious names 
 
 J Of wifdom, love, and pow’r, 
 
 That ever mortals knew, 
 
 ( That angels ever bore: 
 
 All are too mean 
 To fpeak his worth, 
 
 Too mean to fet 
 My Saviour forth. 
 
 2 Rut, O what gentle terms, 
 
 What condelcending ways. 
 
 Doth our Redeemer ufe 
 
 To teach his heavenly grace ! 
 
 Mine eyes with joy 
 And wonder fee 
 What forms of love 
 He bears for me. 
 
144 HYMN CL. Boofcl, 
 
 3 Array’d in mortal flefn, 
 
 He like an angel Hands, 
 
 And holds the prom i fe s 
 And pardons in his hands : 
 
 Conmifiion'd from 
 His Father’s throne, 
 
 To make his grace 
 To mortals k n o w n. 
 
 4 Great Prophet of mv God, 
 
 My tongue would blefs thy name; 
 
 By thee the joyful news 
 Of our falvation came,; 
 
 The joyful news 
 Of fins forgiv’n, 
 
 Of hell fubdu’d, 
 
 And peace with heav’n. 
 
 5 Be thou my courifellor, 
 
 My pattern, and my guide ; 
 
 And thro* this defart land 
 Still keep me near thy iide. 
 
 O let my feet 
 Ne’er run a ft ray, 
 
 Nor rove, nor feek 
 The crooked way 
 
 6 I love my Shepherd’s voice. 
 
 His watchful eyes diall keep - 
 
Book I. HYMN CL. 
 
 My wandering foul among 
 i h6 thouiands of his theep ; 
 He feeds his flock, 
 
 He calls their names* 
 
 His bofom bears 
 The tender lambs. 
 
 7 To this dear Surety’s hand 
 Will I' 1 commit my caufe ; 
 
 He anfwers and fulfils 
 His Father’s broken laws. 
 Behold my foul 
 At freedom fet; 
 
 My Surety paid 
 The dreadful debt. 
 
 Jefus, my great High-priefl 
 Offer’d his blood and dy’d 
 My guilty confidence feeks 
 No lacrifioe belide. 
 
 His powTful blood 
 Did once atone; 
 
 And now it pleads 
 Before the throne* 
 
 My advocate appears 
 For my defence on high : 
 
 The Father bows his ear 
 And lays his thunder by. 
 
 * 
 
 rs y 
 
146 HYMN CL. Book! 
 
 Not all that hell 
 Or fin can fay 
 Shall turn his heart, 
 
 His love away. 
 
 10 My dear almighty Lord, 
 
 My Conqu’ror, and my King, 
 
 Thy fceptre, and thy fword, 
 
 Thy reigning grace I fing. 
 
 Thine is the povv’r; 
 
 Behold 1 fit 
 In willing bonds 
 Beneath thy feet. 
 
 11 Now let my foul arile. 
 
 And tread the tempter down,: 
 
 My Captain leads me forth 
 To conqueft and a crown. 
 
 A feeble faint 
 Shall win the day, 
 
 Tho > death and hell 
 Obftru& the way. 
 
 12 Should all the bolls of death, 
 
 And pow’rs of hell unknown. 
 
 Put their molt dreadful forms 
 Of rage and mifchief on. 
 
 c l lhall be fafe ; 
 
 For Chrift. difplays 
 Superior pow’r 
 And guardian grace* 
 
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 HYMNS. 
 
 BOOK II. 
 
 COMPOSED ON DIVINE SUBJECTS. 
 
 HYMN 1, L. m. 
 
 Nor air, nor earth, norfkies, nor feas, 
 Deny the tribute of their praife. 
 
 2 Begin to make his glories known, 
 
 Ye feraphs, that fit Hear his throne; 
 
 Tune your harps high, and fpread the found 
 To the creation’s utmoft bound. 
 
 3 All mortal things of meaner frame, 
 
 Exert your force, and own his name? 
 Whilft with our fouls and with our voice 
 We fing his honors and our joys. 
 
 i To him be facred all we have, 
 
 From the young cradle to the grave : 
 
 Our lips mall his loud wonders tell, 
 
 And ev’ry word a miracle. 
 
 5 This northern ifle, our native land, 
 
 Lies fafe in the Almighty’s hand: 
 
143 I-IYMN II. Book II. 
 
 • Our foes of vicfl’ry dream in vain, 
 
 And wear the captivating chain. 
 
 6 He builds and guards his people’s throne 
 And makes it gracious like his own; 
 Makes our fuccefftve princes kind, 
 
 And gives our dangers to the wind. 
 
 7 Rail's monumental praifes high, 
 
 To him that thunders thro’ the Iky. 
 
 And with an awful nod or frown 
 Shakes an afpiring tyrant down. 
 
 8 Pillars of lading bra is proclaim 
 The triumphs of th’ eternal name.; 
 While trembling nations read from far 
 The honors of the God of war. 
 
 9 Thus let.onr flaming zeal employ 
 Our Joftieli thoughts and kaicleit fongs; 
 Chriftians, pronounce with warmeil joy, 
 
 , Hofanna from ten thoufand tongues. 
 
 10 Yet, mighty God, cur feeble frame 
 Attempts in vain to reach thy name; 
 The llrongeft notes that angels raife, 
 Faint in the worfhip and tlie praife, 
 
 HYMN 2, cm. 
 
 1 j\/f Y thoughts on awful fubje&s rod* 
 “*“*-*■ Damnation and the dead; 
 
Book II. HYMN III. 14 : 
 
 What horrors feize the guilty foul 
 Upon a dying bed! 
 
 2 Ling’mig about thefe mortal fhores, 
 
 She makes a iong delay ; 
 
 Till, like a flood, with rapid force 
 Death fweeps the wretch away. 
 
 3 Thenfwift and dreadful (he defcends 
 
 Down to the fi’ry coalt, 
 
 Amongil abominable fiends; 
 
 H erfelf a frighted ghoit. 
 
 4 There endlefs crowds of iinners lie, 
 
 And darknefs makes their chains; 
 Tortur’d with keen defpair they cry, 
 
 Yet wait for fiercer pains. 
 
 5 Not all their anguiih and their blood 
 
 For their old guilt atones, 
 
 Nor the companion of a God 
 Shall hearken to their groans. 
 
 6 Amazing grace ! that kept my breath, 
 
 Nor bid my foul remove, 
 
 Till I had learn'd my Saviour’s death, 
 A*nd well infur’d his love? 
 
 HYMN 3, c. m. 
 
 1 WHY do we mourn departing friends? 
 ^ * Or (hake nt alarms ? 
 
 iiii 
 
150 HYMN IV. Book II. 
 
 'Tis but the voice that Jefus fends 
 To call them to his arms. 
 
 2 Are we not tending upwards to* 
 
 As faft as time can move ? 
 
 Nor fhould we wifh the hours more flow 
 To keep us from our love. 
 
 3 Why fhould we tremble to convey 
 
 Their bodies to the tomb ? 
 
 There the dear flefh of Jefus lay, 
 
 And left a long perfume. 
 
 4 The graves of all his faints he blefs’d, 
 
 And foft’ned ev’ry bed; 
 
 Where fhould the dying members reft, 
 But with their dying head ? 
 
 5 Thence he arofe, afcending high, 
 
 And fhew’d our feet the way : 
 
 Up to the Lord our flefh (hall fly 
 At the great rifing-day. 
 
 6 Then let the laft loud trumpet found, 
 
 And bid our kindred rife: 
 
 Awake, ye nations under ground ; 
 
 Ye iaints, afcend the fkies. 
 
 HYMN 4, l . m. 
 
 1 TJERE at thy crofs, mv dying Gbd, 
 
 A I lay my foul beneath thy love. 
 
Book 11. HYMN V. 151 
 
 Beneath the drcppings of thy blood, 
 
 Jefus ! nor {hall it e’er remove. 
 
 2 Not all that tyrants think or fay, 
 
 With rage and lightning in their eyes, 
 
 Nor hell (hall fright my heart away. 
 
 Should hell with all its legions rife. 
 
 3 Should worlds confpire to drive methenc«, 
 Movelefs and firm this heart ftiould lie; 
 Refolv’d (for that’s my laft defence), 
 
 If I mull perilh, there to die. 
 
 4 But fpeak, my Lord, and calm my fear; 
 
 Am 1 not fafe l>eneath thy {hade? 
 
 Thy veng’ance will not ilrike me here 
 Nor Satan dares my foul invade. 
 
 5 Yes, I’m fecure beneath thy blood. 
 
 And all my foes (hall lofe their aim : 
 Hofanna to my dying God ; 
 
 And my befl honors to his name. 
 
 HYMN 5, n. M. 
 
 X T ORD, when my thoughts with wonder 
 O’er the {harp forrows of thy foul, [roll 
 And read my Maker’s broken laws. 
 Repair’d and honor’d by thy crofs: 
 
 2 When I behold death, hell, and fin, 
 Vanquiih’d by that dear blood cf thine ; 
 
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 HYMN VI. Book II. 
 
 And.fee the Man that groan’d and dy’d 
 Sit glorious by his Father’s fide:, 
 
 My paffions rife, and foar above, 
 
 I’m wing’d with faith, and.fir’d with love | 
 F am would I reach eternal things, 
 
 And learn the notes that Gabriel fiugg, 
 
 4 But my heart fails, rny tongue complains* 
 Jor want of their immortal drains* 
 
 And in Inch humble notes as thefb.* 
 
 Mult fall below thy victories. 
 
 5 Well, the kind minute mull appear, 
 
 When we fhall leave thefe bodies here, 
 
 mele clogs of clay ; and mount on high, 
 i o join the Fongs above the fky. 
 
 H'YMN 6, C. M. 
 
 d more, my foul, the riling day., 
 
 oaliites thy waking eyes ; 
 
 Once mote, my voice, thy tribute pay 
 To him that rules the ikies. 
 
 2 Night unto night his name repeats, 
 
 j day renews found. 
 
 Wide as the heav’n on which he fits. 
 
 To turn the feafons round. 
 
 3 ’ T h he fu PP°rts my mortal frame; 
 
 My tongue fliall Ipeak his praife;. 
 
Beok*'IL" HYMN VII. 15 
 
 My Tins would roufe his wrath to-flame. 
 And yet his wrath delays. 
 
 4 [On a poor worm thy pow’r might tread. 
 
 And I could ne’er withiland: 
 
 Thy juflice might have crulk’d me dead. 
 But mercy held thine hand. 
 
 5 A thou fund wretched fouls are fled 
 
 Since the lall fetting fun. 
 
 And yet thou length’neft out my thread. 
 And yet my moments run.] 
 
 G Dear God,, let all mv hours be thine, 
 Whilll I enjoy the light ; 
 
 Then (hall my fun in fmiles decline. 
 
 And bring a pleafant night. 
 
 HYMN r, c. m. 
 
 1 fov ’ r . €l S n > let m Y evening fong 
 ^ Like holy incenfe rife: 
 
 ,Affifl the offerings of my tongue 
 To reach the lofty fkies. 
 
 2 Thro’ all the dangers of the day 
 
 Thy hand was flill my guard/ 
 
 And Aill to drive my wants away 
 Thy mercy flood prepar’d. 
 
 -3 Perpetual hie flings from above 
 Encompass.nae around. 
 
€0 
 
 m HYMN VIII. Book H. 
 
 But O How few returns of love 
 Hath my Creator found! 
 
 4 What have Idone for him that dy’d 
 
 To fave my wretched foul l 
 How are my follies multiply*d 
 Fall as my minutes'roll. 
 
 5 Lord, with this guilty heart of mine, 
 
 To thy dear cfofs 1 flee, 
 
 And to thy grace my foul reflgn, 
 
 To be renew’d by thee. 
 
 5 Sprinkled afrefli with p&fd’ning blood, 
 
 I lay me down to red, 
 
 As in th* embraces of my God, 
 
 Or on my Saviour’s bread. 
 
 HYMN 8, c. m. 
 
 1 YTOSANN A with a cheerful found, 
 
 To God’s upholding hand ; 
 
 Ten thoufand fnares attend us round, 
 And yet fecure we (land. 
 
 2 That was a moft amazing powV 
 That rais’d us with a word, 
 
 And ev’ry day, and ev’ry hour, 
 
 We lean upon the Lord. 
 
 The ev’ning refts our weary head, 
 
 And angels guard the room; 
 
Book II. HYMN IX. 
 
 \Ve wake, and we admire the bed 
 That was not made our tomb. 
 
 4 The rifmg morning can’t afiure 
 
 That we lhall end the day; 
 
 For death hands ready at the door 
 To take our lives away. 
 
 5 Our breath is forfeited by fin 
 
 To God’s avenging law; 
 
 We own thy grace, immortal King, 
 In ev’ry gafp we draw. 
 
 6 God is our fun, whofe daily light 
 
 Our joy and fafety brings ; 
 
 Our feeble flefh lies fafe at night 
 Beneath his fhady wings. 
 
 HYMN 9, c. m. 
 
 1 A LAS I and did my Saviour bleed ; 
 •L* And did my Sovereign die? 
 Would he devote that facred head 
 
 For fuch a worm as I ? 
 
 2 Thy body flain, fweet Jefus, thine. 
 
 And bath’d in its own blood, 
 
 While all expos’d to wrath divine 
 The glyoious Suff’rer flood ! 
 
 3'Was it for crimes that I had done 
 He groan’d upon the tree l 
 
 155 
 
156 HYMN X. Book I!; 
 
 Amazing 1 pity! grace unknown ! 
 
 And love beyond degree ! 
 
 4 Well might the fun in darknefs hide, 
 
 And fluu his glories in, 
 
 When God the mighty Maker dyM 
 For man the creature’s fin. 
 
 Thus might I hide my biufiiing face 
 While his dear crofs appears, 
 
 Diflolvfe my heart in thankfnlnefs, 
 
 And melt my eyes to tears. 
 
 6 But drops of grief can ne’er repay 
 The debt of love 1 owe : 
 
 Here, Lord, 1 give mvlelf a tv ay, 
 
 *Tis all that I can do. 
 
 HYMN 10, c. m. 
 
 1 l\yTY foul forfake her vain delight, 
 J.VX bids the world fare we 1 ; 
 
 Bafe as the dirt beneath my feet, 
 And mifehievous as hell. 
 
 2 No longer will I afk your love, 
 
 Nor feek your friendfhip more } 
 
 The liappinefs that I approve 
 Is not within your pow’r. 
 
 3 There’s nothing round the fpacicus earth 
 
 That fiats my large defire ; 
 
 4 $^ 
 
157 
 
 Book th HYMN XI. 
 
 To boundiefs joy and folid mirth 
 My nobler thoughts afpire. 
 
 4 Where pleafure rolls its living flood. 
 
 From fin and drofs refin’d, 
 
 Still springing from the throne of God, 
 And fits to cheer the mind. 
 
 5 Th’ Almighty Rules* of the fphere. 
 
 The glorious and the great, 
 
 Brings his own all-fufficient there. 
 
 To make our blifs complete. 
 
 6 Had I the pinions of a dove 
 
 I’d climb the heav nly road ; 
 
 iour, dreis’d in love. 
 And there my fmiling God. 
 
 HYMN 11, l. m. 
 
 1 T SEND the joys of earth away ; 
 x Away, ye tempters of the mind. 
 
 Fa He as the fmooth deceitful lea, 
 
 And empty as the whittling wind. 
 
 2 Your fi reams were floating me along, 
 
 Down to the gulph of black dcfpair; 
 And whiltt I lifienYlto your fong, 
 
 a our dreams had e’en convey’d me there, 
 
 L 
 
158 HYMN XII. Book II. 
 
 3 Lord, I adore thy matchlefs grace, 
 
 That warn’d roe of that dark abyfs; 
 That drew me from thofe treach’rousfeai. 
 And bid me feek fuperipr blifs. 
 
 4 Now to the {hining realms above 
 
 I ilretch my hands, & glance mine eyes; 
 O for the pinions of a dove 
 To bear me to the upper {kies ! 
 
 5 There from the bofom of my God 
 
 Oceans of endlefs pleafures roll; 
 There would I fix my lail abode, 
 
 And drown the forrows of my foul. 
 
 HYMN 12, c. m. 
 
 1 'T'HE true Meffiah now appears, 
 
 **■ The types are all withdrawn, 
 
 So fly the fhadov/s and the ftars 
 Before the riling dawn. 
 
 2 No fmoking fweets, nor bleeding lambs, 
 
 Nor kidnor bullock {lain; 
 
 Incenfe tfnd fpice of coflly names 
 Would all be burnt in vain. 
 
 3 Aaron mull lay his robes a fide, 
 
 His mitre and his veil, 
 
 When God'liimfelf comes clown to be 
 The cfPrirg and the prieft. 
 

 hook II. HYMN XIII. 159 
 
 4 He took our mortal flefli to fliow 
 
 The wonders of his love ; 
 
 For us he paid his life below. 
 
 And prays for ns above. 
 
 5 ' Father/ he cries, ‘ forgive their fins, 
 
 ‘ For I myfelf have dy’d / 
 
 And then he (hews his open’d veins. 
 
 And pleads his wounded fide. 
 
 HYMN 13, l. m. 
 
 1 ClNG to the Lord that built the fkies, 
 
 ■ The Lord that rear'd this ftately frame, 
 Let all the nations found his praife, 
 
 And lands unknown repeat his name. 
 
 2 He form’d the feas, and form’d the hills, 
 
 Made ev’ry drop, and ev’ry dud, 
 
 Nature and time, with all their wheels, 
 And pud/d them into motion firlt. 
 
 3 Nov/ from his high imperial throne 
 
 He looks far down upon the ipheres, 
 
 He bids the fliining orbs roll on. 
 
 And round he turns the halty years. 
 
 i Thus fhall tliis moving engine lad, 
 
 Till all his faints are gather’d in : 
 
 Then for. the-trumpet’s dreadful blafl. 
 
 To fliake it all to dull again] 
 
ItO HYMN XIV, XV. Book Ifc 
 
 - •* > 
 
 5 Yet Vv hen the found fhall tear the Ikies, 
 
 And lightning burn the globe below,] 
 Saints, you may lift your joyful eyes, 
 There 's a new heav’n and earth for vou, 
 
 ;, ,4 \ 
 
 HYMN 14, s m. 
 
 1 .GOME, fweet day of reft. 
 
 That faw the Lord arife 
 
 Welcome to this reviving hreait, 
 And thefe rejoicing eyes ! 
 
 2 The King himfelf comes near. 
 And fealis his faints to-day; 
 
 Here we may lit, and fee him here. 
 And love, and praile, and pray. 
 
 3 One day amidll the place 
 Where my dear God hath been, 
 
 Is fweeter than ten thoufand-days 
 Of pie a fur able fin. 
 
 4 My willing foul would {lay 
 In fuch a frame as this. 
 
 And fit and fing berfelf away 
 To everlaftiug blifs. 
 
 HYMN 15, l m. 
 
 AK from my thoughts, vain world be 
 L$t my religious hours alone : [gone? 
 
Book IB. HYMN XVI. 
 
 Fain would my eyes my Saviour fee; 
 
 I wait a villt. Lord, from thee. 
 
 2 Mv heart grows warm with holy fire. 
 
 And kindles with a pure defire: 
 
 Come, my dear Jefus, from above, 
 
 And feed my foul with heavily love. 
 
 3 The trees of life immortal hand 
 
 In fragrant rows at thy right hand, • , 
 And rn fweet murmurs by their fide 
 Rivers of blifs perpetual glide. 
 
 4 Hafte then, but with a fmil ing face, 
 Andfpread the table of thy grace; 
 
 Bring down a taile of truth divine, 
 
 And cheer my heart with facred wine. 
 
 5 Blefs’d Jefus, what delicious fare! 
 
 How fweet thy entertainments ate ! 
 
 Never did angels tafie above 
 Redteming grace, and dying love. 
 
 6 Hail, great Immanuel, alj divine! 
 
 In thee thy Father’s glories fhine ; 
 
 Thou brighteft, fweeteft, fa ire ft one, 
 
 That eyes have feen, or angels known. 
 
 HYMN 16, Part 2, l m. 
 
 7 L° RD what a hcav ’ n of Living grace. 
 
 Shines through the beauties of thv face, 
 
162 
 
 HYMN XVII. Book II. 
 
 And lights our paliions to a flame? 
 
 Lord, how we love thy charming name! 
 
 8 When I can fay. my God is mine, 
 
 When I can feel thy glorious fhine, 
 
 I tread the world beneath my feet, 
 
 And all that earth calls good or great, 
 
 P While fuch a fcene of facred joy 
 Our raptur’d eyes and fouls employ, 
 Here we could fit and gaze away 
 A long, an everlafling day. 
 
 10 Well, we flia.ll quickly pafs the night, 
 To the fair coaits of perfect light, 
 
 Then fhall our joyful lenfes rove 
 O’er the dear obje6l of our love. 
 
 11 There fhall we drink full draughts of blifs 
 And pluck new life from heav’nly trees. 
 Yet now and then, dear Lord, beflow 
 
 A drop of heav’n on worms below. 
 
 12 Send comforts down from thy right hand, 
 While we pafs thro’ this barren land, 
 And in thy temple let us fee 
 
 A glimpfe of love, a glimpfe of thee. 
 
 HYMN 17, c. m. 
 
 1 p ISE, rife, my foul, & leave the ground, 
 
 . Stretch all tliy thoughts abroad, 
 
Book II. HYMN XVIII. 163 
 
 And roufe up ev’ry tuneful found 
 To praife th’ eternal God. 
 
 2 Long ere the lofty Ikies were fprsad, 
 
 Jehovah fill’d his throne ; 
 
 Or Adam form’d, or angels made, 
 
 The Maker liv’d alone, 
 
 3 Hisboundlefs yeavs can ne’er decreafe, 
 
 But Hill maintain their prime ; 
 
 Eternity’s his dwelling-place, 
 
 And ever is his time. ' , 
 
 4 While like a tide our minutes flow, 
 
 The prefent and the paft, 
 
 He fills his own immortal now, 
 
 And fees our ages wafte. 
 
 5 The fea and fky muft perifli too, 
 
 And vaft deftrudtion come ! 
 
 The creatures—look! how old they grow 
 And wait the fi’ry doom. 
 
 6 Well, let the fea (brink all away. 
 
 And flame melt down the (kies ; 
 
 My God (hall live an endlefs day 
 When th’ old creation dies. 
 
 HYMN 18, l. m. 
 
 1 TLTIGH on a hill of dazzling light 
 
 The King of glory fpreads his feat, 
 
164 HYMN XIX. Book II. 
 
 And troops of angels ftretch’d for flight 
 Stand waiting round his awful feet. 
 
 2 ‘ Go,’ faith the Lord, * 4 my Gabriel, go, 
 
 * Salute the Virgin's fruitful womb; 
 
 4 Make hade, f ye cherubs, down below, 
 
 4 Sing and proclaim the Saviour come/ 
 
 $ Here a bright fquadron \ leaves the ikies, 
 And thick around. Elifha Hands ; 
 
 Anon a hcav’nlv foldier flies, [hands. 
 And breaks the chains from Peter’s || 
 
 4 Thy winged troops, O God of hefts, 
 
 Wait on thy wand’ring church below; 
 Here we are failing to thy coaits, 
 
 Let angels be our convoy too. 
 
 5 Are they not all thy fervants Lord? 
 
 At T hv command they go and come; 
 With cheerful hafle obey thy word, 
 
 And guard thy children to their home* 
 
 HYMN 19, c. m. 
 
 1 T ET others boall how ftrong they be, 
 -*- i Nor death nor danger fear; 
 
 But we'll confefs, O Lord, to thee, 
 
 What feeble things we are. 
 
 * Luke i. 26. fLukeii. 13. J 2 Kingsvi. IT. 
 || Ails xii. 7. 4- Heb. i. 14. 
 
Bb0 kll. HYMN XX. UB 
 
 2 Frfcfh as the grafs our bodies A and, 
 
 And tiouriih bright and gay, 
 
 A blailing' wind fweeps o’er the land. 
 
 And fades the grabs away. 
 
 3 Our life contains a thoufand fprings, 
 
 And dies if one be gone : 
 
 Strange ' that a harp of thoufand firings 
 Should keep in tune fo long. 
 
 4 But his our God fupports our frame, 
 
 The God that built us Bril; 
 
 Salvation to th’ almighty name 
 That rear’d us from the dull. 
 
 5 He fpoke. and flraight our hearts &; brains 
 
 In all their motion role ; 
 
 * Let blood,’faid he, ‘ flow round the veins/ 
 And round the veins it flows. 
 
 6 While we have breath, or ufe our tongues, 
 
 Our Maker we’ll adore ; 
 
 His Spirit moves our heaving lungs. 
 
 Or they would breathe no more. 
 
 HYMN 20, c. m. 
 
 | TTTHY is my heart fo far from thee, 
 
 * » My God. my chief delight; 
 
 Why are my thoughts no more by day 
 With thee, no more by night ? 
 
166 HYMN XX. Book It. 
 
 2 Why fliould my foolifh pafllons rove? 
 
 Where can fuch fweetnefs be 
 As I have tatted in thy love, 
 
 As I have found in thee ? 
 
 3 When my forgetful foul renews 
 
 The favour of thy grace, 
 
 My heart prefumes I cannot lofe 
 The relitti all my days. 
 
 4 But ere one fleeting hour is pafs'd, 
 
 The flatting world employs 
 Some fenfual bait to feize my tatte, 
 
 And to pollute my joys. 
 
 3 Trifles of nature, or of art, 
 
 With fair deceitful charms, 
 
 Intrude into my thoughtlefs heart, 
 
 And thruft me from thy arms. 
 
 6 When I repent and vex my foul 
 
 That I fliould leave thee fo : 
 
 Where will thofe wild affections roll 
 That let a Saviour go? 
 
 7 Sin's promis’d joys are turn’d to pain, 
 
 And I am drown’d in grief ; 
 
 But my dear Lord returns again, 
 
 He flies to my relief: 
 
 5 Seizing my foul with fvveet furprife, 
 
 He draws with loving bands; 
 
BookII. HYMN XXI. l«r 
 
 Divine companion in his eyes, 
 
 And pardon in his hands. 
 
 9 Wretch that I am, to wander thus 
 
 In chafe of falfe delight! 
 
 Let me be fatten’d to thy crofs 
 Rather than lofe thy fight. 
 
 10 Make haite, my days, to reach the goal, 
 
 And bring my heart to reft 
 On the dear centre of my foul, 
 
 My God, my Saviour’s breafl. 
 
 HYMN 21, x* m. 
 
 1 T ET the old heathens tune their fong 
 
 Of great Diana and of Jove ; 
 
 But the Tweet theme that moves my tongue 
 Is my Redeemer and his love. 
 
 2 Behold a God defeends and dies, 
 
 To fave my foul from gaping hell! 
 
 How the black gulph where Satan lies 
 Yawn’d to receive me when 1 fell! 
 
 3 How juilice frown’d, and veng’ance flood* 
 
 To drive me down to endlefs pain ! 
 
 But the great Son propos’d his blood, 
 
 And heav’nly wrath grew mild again. 
 
 4 Infinite Lover! gracious Lord!. 
 
 To thee be endlefs honors giv’n; 
 
168 HYMN XXII, III. Book II 
 
 Thy wond’rous name fhallbe ador’d 
 Round the wide earth, and wider heav’n, 
 
 HYMN 22, l. m. 
 
 ^ HPi^RRIBLE God, that reign’fl on high, 
 How avvfuJ is thy thund’ring hand! 
 Thv fi’r bolts, how fierce they fly » 
 
 Nor can all earth or hell withftand. 
 
 3 This the old rebel-angels knew, 
 
 And Satan fell beneath thy frown ; 
 Thine arrows ilruck the traitor thro’, 
 
 And weighty veng’ance funk him down. 
 
 $ This Sodom felt, and feels it ftill, 
 
 'Vnd roars beneath th’ eternal load ; 
 With endlefs burnings who can dwell, 
 
 4 Or bear the fury of a God !* 
 
 4 Tremble, ye finners, and fubmit, 
 
 T hrow down your arms before his throne; 
 Bend your heads low beneath his feet, 
 
 Or his flrong hand fhali crulh you down. 
 
 5 And ye, blefs’d faints that love hint too, 
 
 W ith reverence bow before his name ; 
 Thus all his heav’nh lervants do : 
 
 God is a bright and burning flame. 
 
 HYMN 23, l. m. ' 
 
 1 D^ CENDfromheav ’ n , immortal Dove, 
 Stoop down and take us on thy wings. 
 
Book 118 HYMN XXIV. 
 
 And mount and bear us far above 
 The reach of thefe inferior things r 
 
 2 Beyond, beyond thislower (ky t 
 Up whore eternal ages roll. 
 
 Where folid pie a lures never die. 
 
 And fruits immortal feall the foul. 
 
 30 for a fight, a pleafmg fight, 
 
 Of our almighty Father’s throne ! 
 
 There lus our Saviour crown'd w ith light, 
 Cloth’d in a body like our own. 
 
 I Adoring faints around him Hand, 
 
 And thrones and pow’rs before him fall j 
 The God (hines gracious thro’ the man. 
 
 And iheds fweet glories on them all i 
 
 '5 0 what amazing joys they feel 
 
 While to their golden harps they ling, 
 And lit on ev’ry heav’niy hill 
 And fpread the triumph of their King 1 
 
 fi When fhall the day, dear Lord, appear. 
 That I fhail mount to dwell above, 
 
 And Hand and bow amonglt ’em there, 
 
 And view thy face, and ling, and love! 
 
 HYMN 24, l. m. 
 
 ^n’HEN the great builder arch’d the fkies 
 * * And form’d all nature with a word, 
 
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1T0 HYMN XXIV. Book II. 
 
 The joyful cherubs tun’d his praife, 
 
 And ev’ry bending throne ador’d. 
 
 2 High in the midft of all the throng, 
 
 Satan, a tali archangel, fate, 
 
 Amongtl the morning liars he * fang, 
 
 Till fin deltroy’d his heavhdy hate. 
 
 3 ’Tvvas fin that hmTd him from his throne, 
 
 GrovTmg in fire the rebel lies : 
 
 ‘ How art thou funk in darknefs down, 
 ‘Son of the morning,j' from the ikies!” 
 
 4 And thus our two firft parents Hood, 
 
 Till lin defil’d the happy place; 
 
 They loll their garden and their God, 
 And ruin’d all their unborn race. 
 
 5 So fprung the plague from Adam's bow'r, 
 
 . And fpread deftru&ion all abroad; 
 
 Sin, the curs'd name, that in one hour 
 Spoil’d fix days labor of a God. 
 
 6 Tremble, my foul, and mourn for grief, 
 
 That luch a foe fliculd feize thy bread; 
 Fly to thy Lord for quick relief: 
 
 O ! may he flay this treach’rous,gueft. 
 
 7 Then to thy throne, vi<5lorious King, 
 
 Then to thy throne pur fhouts fliall rife; 
 
 *’ Job xxxvii. 7. i Ifaiah xiv. 13. 
 
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look II. HYMN XXV. 
 
 i Thine everlafting arm we fing : 
 
 For Fin, the monfter, bleeds and dies. 
 
 HYMN 25, c. m. 
 
 Nothing has half thy work to do, 
 Yet nothing’s half fo dull. 
 
 2 The little ants for one poor grain 
 Labor, and tug, and itrive ; 
 
 Yet we, who have a heav’n t’ obtain. 
 How negligent we live ? 
 
 ; We, for whofe fake all nature Hands, 
 And liars their courfes move ; 
 i We, for whofe guard the angel-bands 
 Come flying from above ; 
 
 4 We for whom God the Son came dowtt 
 
 And labor’d for our good, 
 
 How carelefs to feeure that crow T n 
 He purchas’d with his blood! 
 
 iLord, fliall we lie fo fluggifti {till, 
 
 And never ad our parts ! 
 
 Come, holy Dove, from th* heav’nly hill 
 And fit and warm our hearts. 
 
 5 Then fliall our adive fpirits move, 
 
 Upward our foul lhall rife j 
 
172 HYMN XXVI, VII. Book Hi 
 
 With hands of faith and wings of love, ? 
 We’ll liy and take the prize. 
 
 HYMN 26, l. m. 
 
 1 T ORD, we are blind, we mortals blind, 
 We can't behold thy bright -abode; 
 O’ tis beyond a creature-mind 
 
 To glance a thought half-way to God, 
 
 % Infinite leagues beyond the fky 
 The Great Eternal reigns alone, 
 
 Where neither wings nor fouls can fiy, 
 Nor angels climb the toplefs throne. 
 
 3 The Lord of glory builds his feat 
 
 Of gems infufFerably bright, 
 
 And lavs beneath his {acred feet 
 Sttbiiantial beams of gloomy night. 
 
 4 Yet, glorious Lord, thy gracioos eyes 
 
 Lo k through, and cheer us from above* 
 Beyond our praife thy grandeur files. 
 
 Yet we adore, and yet we love. 
 
 HYMN 27, l. m. 
 
 1 p OD ! the eternal awful name f 
 
 ^ That the whole heav’nly army fears, 
 That fh^kes the wide creation's frame, 
 And Satan trembles when he hears. 
 
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 HYMN XXVlI. 
 
 2 h&A flakes of lire his fervants are, 
 
 And lighst iurrounds his dwelling-place; 
 
 But, 0, } t fi’rv flames declare 
 The brighter glories of his face. 
 
 Tis not For ftich poor worms as we 
 To fpeak fo infinite a thing ; 
 
 But your immortal eyes fttrvey 
 The beauties of your fov’reign King. 
 
 iTellbow he fhews his finding face, 
 
 And clothes all heav’n in bright array: 
 
 Triumph and joy run thro’ the place, 
 
 And fongs eternal as the day. 
 
 ,5 Speak (for you feel this burninglove) 
 
 What zeal it fpreads thro* all your frame, 
 
 I That facred fire dwells all above, 
 
 For we on earth have loll the name. 
 
 6 Sing of his pow*r and juflice too. 
 
 That infinite right hand of his 
 That vamjuilh’d Satan and his crew, 
 
 And thunder drove them down from blifs. 
 
 IWhat mighty forms of poifon*d darts 
 Were hurl’d upon the rebels there ! 
 
 What dreadful jav’lins nail’d their hearts 
 Fait to the racks of long delpairl 
 
 8 Shout tO your King, ye heav’nly holt; 
 
 You that beheld the linking foe : 
 
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174 HYMN XXVIII. BookII. 
 
 Firmly ye flood when they were loft, \ 
 Praife the rich grace that kept you fo.. 
 
 9 Proclaim his wonders from the Tides, 
 
 Let ev’ry diftant nation hear; 
 
 And while you found his lofty praife, 
 
 Let humble mortals bow and fear. 
 
 HYMN 28, c. m. 
 
 1- C TOOP down, my thoughts, that ufe to 
 ^ Converfe awhile with death : [rife; 
 
 Think how a gafping mortal lies, 
 
 And pants away his breath. 
 
 2 His quivVmg lip hangs feebly down, 
 
 His pulfes faint and few ; 
 
 Then fpeechleis, with a doleful groan* 
 He bids the world adieq. 
 
 3 But, O, the foul that never dies! 
 
 At onqe it leaves the clay ! 
 
 Ye thoughts, purfue it where it flie-s, 
 
 And track its wond’rous way. 
 
 4 Up to the courts where angels dwell 
 
 It mounts, triumphing there ; 
 
 Or devils plunge it down to hell 
 In infinite defpair. 
 
 § And mu ft my body faint and die | 
 
 -Ynd mud this foul remove ? 
 
Book II. HYMN XXIX, XXX. 1 75 
 
 Oh, For Tome guardian angel nigh 
 To bear it fafe above ! 
 
 6 jefirs, to thy dear faithful hand 
 Mv naked foul 1 trull: 
 
 And my flefh waits for thy command 
 
 To drop into my duft. 
 
 HYMN 29, o. m. 
 
 [ tESUS, with all thy faints above 
 J My tongue would bear her part. 
 
 Would Found aloud thy faving love, 
 
 And fmg thy bleeding heart. 
 
 I BleiVd be the Lamb, my deareft Lord, 
 Who bought me with his blood, 
 
 And quench’d his Father’s flaming fword 
 In his own vital flood. 
 
 3 The Lamb that freed my captive foul 
 From Satan’s heavy chains. 
 
 And lent the lion down to howl 
 Where hell and horror reigns. 
 
 1 All glory to the dying Lamb, 
 
 And never-ceafing praife, 
 
 While angels live to know his name. 
 
 Or faints that feel his grace. 
 
 And let our joys be known, 
 
 HYMN 30, s.m. 
 
 , we that love the Lord, 
 
 1 
 
176 HYMN XXX. Book 11 
 
 Join in a fong with fweet accord. 
 
 And thus fur round the throne. 
 
 2 The farrows of the mind 
 Be ban idl’d from this place : 
 
 Religion never was delign’d 
 To make our pieafures lei's. 
 
 3 Let tliofe refufe to ling 
 That never knew our God, 
 
 But fav’rites of the lieav’nly King 
 May Ipeak their joys abroad, 
 
 4 The God that rules on high. 
 
 And thunders when he p.'tafe. 
 
 That rides upon the llormy Iky, 
 
 And manages the feas: 
 
 5 This awful God is curs, 
 
 Our Father and our love ; 
 
 He {hall fend down his heav’nly powers 
 To carry us above. 
 
 6 There-(hall we fee his face, 
 
 And never, never (In; 
 
 There, from the rivers of his grace, 
 Drink endlefs pieafures in, 
 
 7 Yes, and before we rife 
 To that immortal date, 
 
 The thoughts of fuch amazing blifi 
 Should conftant joys create. 
 
Book II, HYMN XXXI.. Iff 
 
 8 The men of grace have found 
 Glory begun below : 
 
 Celeftiai fruits on earthly ground, 
 
 From faith and hope may grow. 
 
 9 The hill of Zion yields 
 
 A thoufand fee red fweets, 
 
 Before we reach the heav’nly fields, 
 
 Or walk the golden ilreets. 
 
 !0 Then let our fongs abound, 
 
 And ev’ry tear be dry ; 
 
 We're marching thro' Immanuel’s ground 
 To fairer worlds on high. 
 
 HYMN 31, l. m. 
 
 1 fiiould we fiart, and'fear to die ? 
 What tim’rous worms we mortals 
 
 Death is the gate of endlefs joy, [are ! 
 And yet we dread to enter there* 
 
 2 The pains, the groans, and dying ftrife. 
 Fright .our approaching fouls away; 
 
 Still we {brink back again to life,* 
 
 l ond of our prifon and our clay. 
 
 j 0! if my Lord would come and meet, 
 
 fliould ftretcb her wings in hallo 
 Fly.fearlefs thro* death’s iron gate, 
 
 Nor feel the terrors as (he pafs’d. 
 
m HYMN XXXII. Book It. 
 
 4 Jefus dan make a dying bed 
 Feel ioft as downy pillows are, 
 
 While on his breall I lean my head, ; 
 And breathe my life out fweetly there, 
 
 HYMN 32, c. m. 
 
 fD'OW fhort and haflv is out life ! 
 
 IX H 
 
 ow vail o.ur foul s’ affairs 1 
 Yet femfelefs mortals vainly drive 
 To lavifli out their years. 
 
 2 Our days run thonghtlefsly along* 
 
 Without a moment’s iiay ; 
 
 Jail like a dory or a long 
 We pal's our lives away. 
 
 3 God from on high invites us heme, 
 
 But we march heedlefs on, 
 
 And, ever hall’ning to the tomb, 
 
 Stoop downwards as we run, 
 
 4 How we deferve the deepetl hell 
 
 That flight the joys above ! 
 
 What change of veng’ance fhould wd feel 
 That break l'uch cords of love ! 
 
 5 D raw us, O God, Avith fov’reign grace, 
 
 And lift our thoughts on high, 
 
 That we may end this mortal race. 
 
 And fee falvatioa nigh. 
 
HYMN XXxilL 
 HYMN S3, c. m. 
 
 1 T) AISE thee, my Foul, fly up, and run 
 Ja Thro’ ev’ry heav’nly itreet, 
 
 And fav, there’s nought below the fun 
 That’s worthy of thy feet. 
 
 2 Thus will we mount on facred wings. 
 
 And tread the courts above : 
 
 Nor earth, nor all her mightieft things* 
 Shall tempt our meaneit love. 
 
 j There on a high majeftic throne 
 Th’ Almighty Father reigns, 
 
 And (bedshis glorious goodnefs down 
 On all the blilsful plains. 
 
 4 Bright, like a fun, the Saviour fits. 
 
 And fpreads eternal noon; 
 
 No ev’nings there, nor gloomy nights* 
 To want the feeble moon. 
 
 5 Amidft thofe ever-fliining ikies, 
 
 Behold the facred Dove, 
 
 While banifh’d fm and forrow flies 
 From all the realms of love. 
 
 6 The glorious tenants of the place 
 
 Stand bending round the throne ; 
 
 And faints and feraphs fing and praife 
 The infinite Three One. 
 
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180 HYMN XXXIY. Book II, 
 
 7 But, O, what beams of heav'nly grace 
 
 Traniport them all the while ! 
 
 Ten thoufand fmiles from Jefus* face, 
 And love in ev’ry fmile ! 
 
 8 Jefus! O when fhall that dear day, 
 
 That joyful hour appear, 
 
 When I lhall leave this houfe of clay 
 To dtvell amongft them there ? 
 
 HYMN 34, c. m* 
 
 1 PQM.E, holy Spirit, heavily Dove, 
 With all thy quick'ningpow’rs, 
 Kindle a flame of facred love 
 In thefe cold hearts of ours. 
 
 ft Look how we grovel here below, 
 
 Fond of thefe trifling toys; 
 
 Our fouls can neither fly nor go 
 To reach eternal joys. 
 
 3 In vain we tune our formal fongs, 
 
 In vain we ftrive to rife ; 
 
 Hofannas languifli on our tongues. 
 
 And our devotion dies. 
 
 4 Dear Lord ! and fhall we ever live 
 
 At this poor dying rate, 
 
 Our love lo faint, fo cold to thee* 
 
 And thine to us fo great l 
 
Book II. HYMN XXXV, VI. 
 
 5 come, holy Spirit, heav'nly Dove, 
 With all thy quick'ning pow’rs; 
 Come (bed abroad a Saviour s lovC # 
 And that fliall kindle ours. 
 
 HYMN 35, c. m. 
 
 r £T them negled thy glory. Lord, 
 L Who never knew thy grace; 
 
 _ ^ « « A 1 
 
 But our loud Tongs fhall ftill record 
 The wonders of thy praife. 
 
 2 We raife our fhouts, O God, to thee* 
 And lend them to thy throne, 
 
 All glory to th’ United Three, 
 
 The Undivided One. 
 
 5 »Tvvas he ''and we’ll adore his name) 
 That form’d us by a word; 
 
 ’Tis he rellores our ruin'd frame ; 
 Salvation to the Lord! 
 
 { Hofanna! let the earth and ikies 
 Repeat the joyful found, 
 
 Rocks, hills, and vales, reflea the voice 
 In one eternal round. 
 
 HYMN 36, s. M. 
 
 TXrELL, the Redeemer's gone 
 W T* appear before our God^ 
 
182 HYMN XXXvt. Book It. 
 
 To fprinkle o*er the flaming throne > 
 
 With his atoning blood. 
 
 2 No fi’ry veng’ance now, 
 
 No burning wrath comes down 
 
 If juftice calls for Tinners’ blood 
 The Saviour fhews his own. 
 
 3 before his Father’s eye 
 Our humble luit he moves ; 
 
 The Father lays his thunder by, 
 
 And looks, and fmiles, and loves. 
 
 ^ Now may our joyful tongues 
 Our Maker’s honor ling ; 
 
 Jelus the prieii receives our fongs, 
 
 And bears them to the King. 
 
 o We bow before his face, 
 
 And lound his glories high ; 
 
 * Hoi anna to the God of grace, 
 
 * That lays his thunder by. 
 
 ® * On earth thy mercy reigns, 
 
 1 And triumphs all above :’ 
 
 But, Lord, how weak are mortal llrains 
 To fpeak immortal love ! 
 
 7 How jarring and how low 
 Are all the notes we ling! 
 
 Sweet Saviour, tune our fongs anew* 
 
 And they ihall pleafe the King. 
 
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Bock II. hymn xxxtfit 
 HYMN 37, c. M. 
 
 1 T IFT Up your eyes to th* heav’nly feats, 
 1 Where your Redeemer (lays: 
 
 Kind Interceffor, there he fits, 
 
 And loves, and pleads, and prays. 
 
 5 >Twas well, my foul, he dy’d for thee, 
 
 And Hied his vital blood, 
 
 Appeas’d item juftice on the tree, 
 
 And then arole to God. 
 
 3 Petitions now, and praife may rife. 
 
 And faints their ofTrings bring; 
 
 The prieftwith his own facrifice 
 Prefents them to the King. 
 
 4 Let papifts trull what names they pleafe* 
 
 their faints and angels boall; 
 
 We’ve no fuch advocates as thefe, 
 
 Nor pray to th’ heav’nly holt. 
 
 5 Jefus alone (hall bear my cries 
 
 Up to his Father’s throne; 
 
 He, deaveft Lord ! perfumes my fighs. 
 And fweetens ev’ry groan. 
 
 6 Ten thoufand praifes to the King, 
 
 4 Hofanna in the High*ft V 
 Ten thoufand thanks our fpirits bring 
 To God and to his Ghriii, 
 
184 
 
 HYMN XXXVIII, IX. Book II. 
 
 XX I JL¥JL1M 0(5, 
 
 * rke heart where graces reign, 
 
 YVhere love infpires the bread: 
 Love is the brighteft of the train. 
 
 And ftrengthens all the reft, 
 
 2 Knowledge, alas ! 'tis all in vain. 
 
 And all in vain our fear; 
 
 Our ftubborn fins will light and reign. 
 
 If love be abfent there. 
 
 -3 ’Tis love that makes our cheerful feet 
 In fvvift obedience move; 
 
 The devils know, and tremble too; 
 But Satan cannot love. 
 
 4 This is the grace that lives and fmgs 
 
 •rr,. ^ e . n an d hope (hall ceafe; 
 Tis this dial I firike our joyful llrings 
 In the fweet realms of blifs, 
 
 5 Before we quite forfake our clay, 
 
 Or leave this dark abode, 
 he wings of love bear us away 
 To fee our fmiling God. 
 
 HYMN 39, c. M. 
 
 ^ 0 UR ^ a T s » alas ! our mortal days 
 Are fhort and wretched too; 
 
look II. HYMN XL. 1S3 
 
 I * Evil and few V t-he patriarch faya ; 
 
 And well the patriarch knew. 
 
 S ’Tis but at belt a narrow bound 
 That heav’n allows to men, 
 
 And pains and fins run thro’ the round, 
 
 Of threescore years and ten. 
 
 3 Well, if ye mull be fad and few, 
 
 Run on my days, in haite ; 
 
 Moments of fin, and months of woe, 
 
 Ye cannot fly too faft. 
 
 Letheav’nly love prepare my foul. 
 
 And call her to the fkies, 
 
 , Where years of long falvation roll. 
 
 And glory never dies. 
 
 HYMN 40, c. m. 
 
 1 AUR God i how firm his promife hands ! 
 
 Ev’en when he hides his face, 
 
 He trulls in our Redeemer’s hands 
 His glory and his grace. 
 
 SThen why, my foul, thefe fad complaints* 
 Since Chrifi and we are one ? 
 
 Thy God is faithful to his faints, 
 
 Is faithful to his Sen. 
 
 3 Beneath his fmiles my heart hath liv’d, 
 
 And part of heav’n poflefs'd ; 
 
 # Gen. xlyii. 9. 
 
186 HYMN XLI. Book \l 
 
 I praife his name for grace receiv'd, 
 
 And trull him for the reft. 
 
 HYMN 41, h. m. 
 
 1 T TP to the fields where angels lie* 
 
 ^ And living waters gently roll ; 
 
 Fain would my thoughts leap out and fiy, 
 
 But fin hangs heavy on my foul. . 
 
 2 Thy wond’rous blood, dear dying Chrift, 
 
 Can make this world of guilt remove, ; 
 And thou can’ll bear me where thou fly’it, 
 On thy kind wings, celellial Doye ! 
 
 S O might Xonce mount up and fee 
 The glories of th* eternal Ikies, 
 
 What little things thefe worlds would be, 
 Ho\y defpicable to my eyes ! 
 
 4 Had I a glance of thee, my God, 
 
 Kingdoms and men would vanifh foon; 
 Vanifh, as tho’ I faw them not, 
 
 As a dim candle dies at noon. 
 
 5 Then they might fight, and rage, and rave, 
 
 I fhouid perceive the noife no more 
 Than we can hear a fhaking leaf 
 
 While rattling thunders round us roar. 
 
 6 Great All in All! Eternal King ? 
 
 Let me but view thy lovely face. 
 
HYMN XLII. 
 
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 And all my pow’rs (hall bow, and ling 
 Thine endlefs grandeur and thy grace* 
 
 HYMN 42, c. m. 
 
 Y God, what endlefs pleafures dwefl 
 
 Above at thy right hand ! 
 
 Thy courts below, how amiable* 
 
 Where all thy graces Hand ! 
 
 <The fwallow near thy temple lies, 
 
 And chirps a cheerful note ; 
 
 The lark mounts upwards to the fkies, 
 
 And tunes his warbling throat: 
 
 I And we when in thy prefence. Lord, 
 
 We {bout with joyful tongues ; 
 
 I Or, fitting round our Father’s board. 
 
 We crown the feaft with longs, 
 
 4 While Jefus fhines with quick’ning grace. 
 We ling and mount on high ; 
 
 But if a frown becloud his face, 
 
 We faint, and tire, and die. 
 
 ijuil as we fee the lonefome dove 
 Bemoan her widow*d Hate, 
 
 WandTing, (he flies thro 1 all the grove. 
 And mourns her loving mate : 
 
 6 Juft fo our thoughts from thing to thing 
 In refllefs circles rove ; 
 
 
188 HYMN XLIII. Book II. 
 
 Juft fo we droop and hang- the wing 
 
 When Jefus hides his love. 
 
 HYMN 43, l m . 
 
 1 MOW for a tune of lofty praife 
 ^ T^^reat Jehovah’s equal Sonf 
 Awake, my voice, in heav’nly lays, 
 Tell the loud wonders he hath done. 
 
 3 Sing how he left the. worlds of light, 
 
 A nd the bright robes he wore above; 
 How fwift and joyful was his flight 
 On wings of everlafling love. 
 
 3 Down to this bafe, this finful earth, 
 
 He came to raif’e our nature high ; 
 
 He came t* atone almighty wrath; 
 
 Jefus, the God, -was born to die. 
 
 4 Lyell and its lions roar’d around; 
 
 His precious blood the monflers fpilt; 
 While weighty forrows press’d him down, 
 Large as the loads of all our guilt. 
 
 5 Deep in the {hades of gloomy death 
 
 Th’ almighty Captive pris’ner lay; 
 
 Th* almighty Captive left the earth, 
 
 And rofc to everiafting day. 
 
 € Lift up your eyes, ye Tons of light. 
 
 Up to his throne of ihining grace ; 
 
Book It HYMN XLIV. 189 
 
 See what immortal glories lit 
 Round the lweet beauties of his face. 
 
 7 Amongft a thou fart d harps and fongs 
 Jefus, the God, exalted reigns: 
 
 His 1 acred name fills all their tongues, 
 
 And echoes thro’ the heav’nly plains! 
 
 HYMN 44, l. m. 
 
 1 TI7ITH holy fear and humble fong 
 
 * ' The dreadful God our fouls adore; 
 Rev’rence and awe become the tongue 
 That (peaks the terrors of his pow’r, 
 
 2 Far in the deep, where darknefs dwells, 
 
 The land of horror and defpair, 
 
 Juftice hath built a difmal hell, 
 
 And laid her (tores of veng’ance there. 
 
 3 Eternal plagues and heavy chains, « 
 
 Tormenting racks and fi’ry coals, 
 
 And dar s t* inflidl immortal pains, 
 
 Dy\l in the blood of damned fouls. 
 
 ( Thera Satan, the firft (inner, lies, 
 
 And roars, and bites his iron bands, 
 
 In vain the rebel drives to rife, [hands. 
 Crulh’d with the weight of both thy 
 
 5 Tl\ere guilty ghofts of Adam's race 
 
 Shriek out, and howl beneath thy red; 
 
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Once they could fcorn a Saviour’s grace, 
 But they incens’d a dreadful God. 
 
 Tremble, my foul, and kifs the Son; 
 
 Sinner, obey thy Saviour’s call; 
 
 Elfe your damnation hallens on, 
 
 And hell gapes wide to wait your fall-. 
 
 1 T^HY favors, Lord, furprife our fouls! 
 
 Will the Eternal dwell with us? 
 What candthou find beneath the poles 
 To tempt thy chariot downwards thus: 
 
 2 Still miglvt he fill his Harry throne, » 
 
 And pleafe his ears with Gabriel’s fongs, 
 But th* heav’nly Majedy comes down, 
 And bows to hearken to our tongues. 
 
 o Great God! what poor returns we pay 
 For love fo infinite as thine? 
 
 Words are but air, and tongues but clay; 
 But thy companion's all divine. 
 
 HYMN 46, L . m. 
 
 1 Tj P to the Lord, that reigns on high, 
 
 And views the nations from afar; 
 Let everlading praifes dy. 
 
 And tell how large his bounties are. 
 
 2 He that can (hake the worlds he made, 
 
 Or with his word, or with his rod; 
 
Book II, HYMN XLVIX. 191 
 
 His goodnefs, how amazing great ! 
 
 And what a condefcending God! 
 
 o God, that muft hoop to view the Ikies, • 
 And bow to fee what angels do, 
 
 Down to our earth he cads his eyes, 
 
 And bends his footfleps downward too, 
 
 4 He over-rules all mortal things, 
 
 And manages our mean affairs* 
 
 On humble fouls the King of kings 
 Bellows his counfels and his cares. 
 
 5 Our forrows and our tears we pour 
 
 Into the bolom of our God, 
 
 He hears us in the mournful hour. 
 
 And helps us bear the heavy load. 
 
 6 In vain might lofty princes try 
 
 Such condefcenlion to perform ! 
 
 For worms were never rais’d fo high 
 Above their meaneft fellow-worm. 
 
 !1 0 could our thankful hearts devife 
 A tribute equal to thy grace, 
 
 To the third lveav’n our l'ongs fliould rife, 
 And teach the golden harps thy praife. 
 
 HYMN 47, l. m. 
 
 1 VTO W to the Lord a noble fong! 
 
 ^ Awake, my foul; awake, my tdtigu®: 
 
192 
 
 HYMN XLVITI. Book IL 
 
 Hofanna To th 7 eternal name, 
 
 And all Ms boundlefs love proclaim. 
 
 2 See where it (bines in Jelus 7 face, 
 
 The-brighteU image of his grace, 
 
 God, in the per fori of his Son, 
 
 Hath all his mightieft works outdone. 
 
 3 The fpacinus earth, and fpreading flood, 
 Proclaim the wife and powerful God, 
 And thy rich glories from afar 
 Sparkle in ev'ry rolling (lar. 
 
 4 But in his looks a glory liands, 
 
 The noble ft labour of thine hands : 
 
 The pleating lu(ire of bis eyes 
 Oudiiines the wonders of the (kies. 
 
 5 Grace 1 Ms a tweet, a charming theme; 
 My thoughts rejoice at JefuV name! 
 
 Ye angels, dwell upon the found; 
 
 Ye heaves, reflect It to the ground! 
 
 6 Oh, may I live to reach the place 
 Where lie unveils his lovely face ! 
 Where ail his beauties you behold. 
 
 And ling his name to harps of gold! 
 
 1 
 
 How faUV, and yet how fair! 
 
 HYMN 48, c.m. 
 vain are all things here below ! 
 
BookIL HYMN XLIX. . 19% 
 
 Each pleafure hath its poifon too ; 
 
 And ev’ry fweet a fnare. 
 
 2 The brighteil things below the fky 
 
 Give but a flatt’ring light, 
 
 We fhould fufped fome danger nigh 
 Where we poffefs delights 
 
 3 Our deareft joys and neareft friends, 
 
 The partners of our blood, 
 
 How they divide our wav’ring minds, 
 
 And leave but half for God. 
 
 4 The fondnefs of a creature’s love. 
 
 How llrong it firikes the fenfe! 
 
 Thither the warm affe&ions move, 
 
 Nor can we call them thence. 
 
 5 Dear Saviour! let thy beauties be 
 
 My foul’s eternal food ; 
 
 And grace command my heart away 
 From all created good. 
 
 HYMN 49, e m. 
 
 1 TVEATH cannot make our fouls afraid. 
 
 If God be with us there, 
 
 We may walk thro* its darkeh fliade, 
 
 And never yield to fear. 
 
 2 I could renounce my all below. 
 
 If ; my Creator bid \ 
 
Book II 
 
 194 HYMN L. 
 
 And run, if I were call’d to go, 
 
 And die as Mofes did. 
 
 3 Might I but climb to Pifgah’s top, 
 
 And view the promis’d land, 
 
 My ftefli itfelf would long to drop, 
 
 And pray for the command. 
 
 4 Clafp’d imny heav’nly Father’s arms, 
 
 I would forget my breath, 
 
 And lofe my life among the char-ms 
 Of fo divine a death. 
 
 H YMN 50, x.. m. 
 
 1 MOW let the Lord my Saviour fmile, 
 
 And fhew ray name upon his heart j 
 I would forget my pains awhile, 
 
 And in the pleafure lofe the fmart. 
 
 2 But O ! it fwells my forrows high 
 To fee my blelfed Jefus frown; 
 
 My fpirits fink, my comforts die, 
 
 And all the fprings of life are down. 
 
 3 Yet why, my foul, whv thefe complaints ? 
 Still while he frowns his bowels move, 
 Still on his heart he bears his faints, 
 
 And feels their forrows and his love. 
 
 4 My name is printed on his bread; 
 
 His hook of life contains my name 5 
 
Book II. HYMN LI. 195 
 
 I’d rather have it there imprefs’d 
 Than in the bright records of fame. 
 
 5 When the laft fire burns all things here, 
 Thofe letters (hall fecurely Hand, 
 
 And in the Lamb's fair book appear, 
 
 Writ by th’ eternal Father’s hand. 
 
 5 Now fhall my minutes fmoothly run, 
 
 Whilft here I wait my Father’s will; 
 
 My riling and my fetting fun 
 Roll gently up and down the hill. 
 
 HYMN 51, l. m. 
 
 1 T)RIGHT King of glory, dreadful God! 
 
 Our fpirits bow before thy feat. 
 
 To thee we lift an humble thought. 
 
 And worfhip at thine awful feet. 
 
 2 Thy pow’r hath form’d, thy wifdom fways 
 All nature with a fov’reign word: 
 
 And the bright world of liars obeys 
 The will of their fuperior Lord. 
 
 3 Mercy and truth unite in one, 
 
 And fmiling fit at thy right hand, 
 
 Eternal jullice guards thy throne, 
 
 And veng’ance waits thy dread command. 
 
 4 Athoufand feraphs llrong and bright. 
 Stand round the glorious Deity ; 
 
Book II. 
 
 196 HYMN LI I. 
 
 But who among!! ihe fons of light 
 Pretends comparifon with thee : 
 
 5 Yet there is one of human frame, 
 
 Jefus, array’d in flefti and blood, 
 
 Thinks it no robbery to claim 
 
 A full equality with God. 
 
 6 There glory fhines with equal beams, 
 Their efience is for ever one : 
 
 Tho* they are known by different names, 
 The Father God, and God the Son. 
 
 7 Then let the name of Chriftour King 4 
 With equal honors be ador’d; 
 
 His praile let ev’ry angel ling, 
 
 And all the nations own the Lord. 
 
 HYMN 52, c. m. 
 
 1 TVEATH ! *tis a melancholy day 
 
 To thofe that have no God, 
 
 When the poor foul is forc’d away 
 To feek her laft abode. 
 
 2 In vain to heav’n flie lifts her eyes, 
 
 But guilt, a heavy chain, 
 
 Still drags her downward from the Ikies 
 To darknefs, fire, and pain. 
 
 3 Awake and mourn, ye heirs of hell 5 
 
 Let ftubborn finners fear; 
 
|j 0 o kI I. HYMN LIU. IS 7 
 
 You mu ft be driv’n from earth, and dwell 
 A long- for ever there. 
 
 [ See how the pit gapes wide for you, 
 
 And flaflies in your face; 
 
 And thou, my foul, look downward too, 
 And ling recovering grace. 
 
 5 He is a God of fov’reign love 
 That promis’d heav’n to me, 
 
 And taught my thoughts to foar above, 
 Where happy fpirits be. 
 
 j Prepare me, Lord, for thy right hand, 
 Then come the joyful day ; 
 
 Come, death, and forne celeilial band, 
 
 To bear my foul away. 
 
 HYMN 53, c. m. 
 
 \ T ORD, what a wretched land is this, 
 
 -L< That yields us no fupply, 
 
 No cheering fruits, no whoiefome trees, 
 Nor dreams of living joy ! 
 
 2 gut pricking thorns thro* all the ground, 
 
 And mortal poifons grow ; 
 
 And all the rivers that are found, 
 
 With dang’rous \yaters flow. 
 
 3 Yet the dear path to thine abode 
 
 Lies thro’ this horrid land : 
 
 * 
 
198 HYMN LIII. Book II, 
 
 Lord! we would keep the heav’nly road 
 And run at thy command. 
 
 4 Our fouls fhall tread the defart thro* 
 
 With undiverted feet: 
 
 And faith and flaming zeal fubdue 
 The terrors that we meet, 
 
 5 A thoufand favage beads of prey, 
 
 Around the foreli roam ; 
 
 But Judah’s Lion guards the way, 
 
 And guides the ftrangers home. 
 
 § Long nights and darknefs dwell below, 
 With icarce a twinkling ray ! 
 
 But the bright world tn which we go 
 Is everlafting day. 
 
 7 By glimmhing hopes, and gloomy fears, 
 
 We trace the facred road : 
 
 Thro* dilmal deeps and dangerous fnares 
 We make our way to God. 
 
 8 Our journey is a thorny maze, 
 
 But we march upward iiiil ; 
 
 Forget thefe troubles Gf the ways, 
 
 And reach at Zion’s hill. 
 
 9 See the kind angels at the gates 
 
 Inviting us to come ! 
 
 There Jefus the forerunner waits 
 lo welcome travelers home 1 
 
199 
 
 look II. hymn liv. 
 
 o There, on a green and flow’ry mount, 
 Our weary fouls {hall fit, 
 
 Asd with tranfporting joys recount 
 The labours of our feet. 
 
 1 No vain difcotirfe (hall fill our tongue, 
 Nor trifles vex our ear; 
 
 Infinite grace fhall fill our fong, 
 
 And God rejoice to hear. 
 
 32 Eternal glories to the King 
 
 That brought us fafely through, 
 
 Our tongue {hall never ceafe to fing, 
 And endlefs praife renew. 
 
 HYMN 54, c. m. 
 
 1 tv/tY God ! the fpring of all my joys, 
 1VI The life of my delights. 
 
 The glory of my brightett days, 
 
 And comfort of my nights ’. 
 
 2 In darkefl. (hades if he appear 
 
 My dawning is begun ! 
 
 He is my foul’s fweet morning-ftar. 
 And he my rifing fun. 
 
 3 The op’ning heavens round me fhine 
 
 With beams of facred hliis, 
 
 While Jefus {hews his heart is mine, 
 And whifpers, * I a jn his V 
 
200- HYMN L-V. Kook II 
 
 4 My fold would leave this heavy clay 
 
 At that tranfporting word, 
 
 Hun up with joy the fbining way 
 T’ embrace ray deareft Lord. 
 
 5 Fearlefs of hell and ghaftly death 
 
 I’d break thro’ ev’rv foe ; 
 
 The wings of love and arms of faith 
 Should bear me conqu’ror through. 
 
 HYMN 55, c. m. 
 
 1 r jPHESE we adore, eternal name! 
 
 And humbly own to thee 
 How feeble is our mortal frame, 
 
 What dying worms are we I 
 
 5 Our wafting lives grow fhorter ftill, 
 
 As months and days inereafe; 
 
 And ev’ry beating pulfe we tell 
 Leaves but the number iefs. 
 
 o The year rolls round, and fteals away 
 The breath that firft it gave,*. 
 
 Whatever we do, where’er we be, 
 
 We’re traveling to the grave. 
 
 4 Dangers ftand thick thro* all the ground 
 To pufh us to the tomb; 
 
 And fierce diteafes wait around, 
 
 To hurry mortals home. 
 
201 
 
 Lkii. hymn LVl. 
 
 Good God! on what a (lender thread 
 Hang everlafting things! 
 
 Th’ eternal (late of all the dead 
 Upon life’s feeble lit mgs. 
 
 Infinite joy or endlefs woe 
 Attends on ev’ry breath, 
 
 And yet how unconcern’d we go 
 Upon the brink of death! 
 
 'Waken, O Lord, our drowfy fenfe. 
 
 To walk this dang’rous road, 
 
 And if our fouls are hurry’d hence, 
 
 May they be found of God. 
 
 HYMN 56, c. m. 
 
 N O, 1 (hall envy them no more 
 Who grow profanely great, 
 
 Tho’ they increafe their golden (tore, 
 
 And rife to wond’rous height. 
 
 They take of all the joys that grow 
 Upon this earthly clod ! 
 
 W-ell, they may fearch the creature tltfQ'% 
 For they have ne’er a God. 
 
 Shake off the thoughts of dying .too, 
 
 And think your life your own, 
 
 But death comes ha&’ning on to you 
 To mow your glory down. 
 
202' HYMN LVII. Book ] 
 
 4 Yes, you mull bow your ftately head, 
 
 Away your fpirit flies, 
 
 And no kind angel near your bed\ 
 
 To bear it to the ikies. 
 
 5 fto now and boaft of all your ftores, 
 
 And tell how bright you fhine: 
 
 Your heaps of glitt'ring dull are yours. 
 And my Redeemer’s mine. 
 
 HYMN 5?, L. M. 
 
 1 L° RD ’ how rec « re and blefs'd are they 
 
 Who fee! the joys of pardon’d fin ! 
 Should florins of wrath fhake earth and fee 
 Their minds have heav’n & peace within 
 
 2 The day glides fvviitly o’er their heads*- 
 
 Made up of innocence and love, 
 
 And foft and filent as the (hades 
 Their nightly minutes gently move. 
 
 b Quick as their thoughts their joys come on. 
 But fly not half fo fwift away : 
 
 Their fouls are ever bright as noon, 
 
 And calm as funamer ev’ningsbe. 
 
 4 How oft they look to th’ heav’nly hills, . k 
 
 a j ) iere S- prtves living pleafure grow ? 
 And longing hopes and cheerful fmiles 
 •ou undifUirb’d upon their brow. 
 
look II. HYMN LVIII. 203 
 
 ; They fcornto feek our golden toys, 
 
 But fpend the day, and (hare the night. 
 In numb’ring o’er the richer joys 
 That Hcav’n prepares for their delight. 
 
 I While wretched we, like worms and moles, 
 Lie grov’ling in the dull below ; 
 
 Almighty grace renew our fouls. 
 
 And we’ll afpire to glory too. 
 
 HYMN 58, c. m. 
 
 ; 'TIME ! what an empty vapour ’tis ? 
 
 And days, how fwift they are ! 
 Swift as an Indian arrow dies, 
 
 Or like a (hooting liar. 
 
 The prefent moments juft appear, 
 
 Then Hide awav in hafte. 
 
 That we can never fay, 4 They’re here; 3 
 But only fay, ‘ They’re pad.* 
 
 1 Our life is ever on the wing, 
 
 And death is ever nigh, 
 
 The moment when our lives began, 
 We all begin to die. 
 
 Yet, mighty God! our fleeting days 
 Thy lading favors fhare, 
 
 Yet with the bounties of thy grace 
 Thou load’d the rolling year. 
 
204 HYMN TJX. Book II 
 
 5 ’Tis fov’reign mercy finds us food, 
 
 And we are cloth'd with love: 
 
 While grace Hands pointing out the road, 
 That leads our fouls above. 
 
 6 H is goodnefs runs an end!efs round; 
 
 All glory to the Lord 
 His mercy never knows a bound; 
 
 And be his name ador’d ! 
 
 7 Thus we begin the lading long ; 
 
 And when we clofe our eyes, 
 
 Let the next age thy praife prolong, 
 
 Till time and nature dies. 
 
 HYMN 59, c. m. 
 
 1 LORY to God that walks the iky, 
 
 ^ 3r And fends his blefiings through; 
 That tells his faints of joys on high. 
 
 And gives a taile below. 
 
 2 Glory to God that (loops his throne. 
 
 That dull and worms may fee’t, 
 
 And brings a glimpfe of glory down 
 Around his facred feet. 
 
 3 When Chrift, with all his giaces crown’d, 
 
 Sheds li i s k i n d be a m s ah road, 
 
 *Tis a young heav’n on.earthly ground, 
 And glory in the bud. 
 
Book II. HYMN LXIX. 205 
 
 4 A blooming Paradife of joy 
 In this wild defart fprings, 
 
 And ev’ry fenfe I flraight employ 
 On fweet celeftial things. 
 
 5 White lilies all around appear, . 
 
 And each his glory (hews; 
 
 The rofe of Sharon bloifoms here, 
 
 The faired flow’r that blows. 
 
 {Cheerful I fead on heav’nly fruit, 
 
 And drink the pleafures down, 
 
 Pleafures that flow hard by the foot 
 Of the eternal throne. 
 
 f But. ah! how foon my joys decay ! 
 
 How foon my fins arife ! • 
 
 And fnatch the heav’nly fcene away 
 From thefe lamenting eyes. 
 
 8 When fliall the time, dear Jefus, wheii 
 
 The fhining day appear, 
 
 That I fliall leave thofe clouds of fin, 
 
 And guilt and darknefs here ? 
 
 9 Up to the fields above the fkies 
 
 My hafly feet would go, 
 
 There everlading flow’rs arife, 
 
 And joys unwith’ring grow. 
 
 O 
 
206 
 
 HYMp LX. Book IIj 
 
 HYMN 60, n. M . x3 
 
 3 T>RAISE, everlafting praife, be paid 
 
 r ° him that earth’s foundation laid : 
 
 I raife to the God whofe ftrong decrees 
 Sway the creation as he pleafe. 
 
 2 Praife to the goodnefs of the Lord, 
 
 Who rules his people by his word, 
 
 And there, as flrong as his decrees, 
 
 He fets his kindeft promifes. 
 
 ° Firm are the words his prophets give, 
 Sweet words, on which his children live;I 
 Each of them is the voice of God, 
 
 Who fpoke and fpread the fkies abroad. 
 
 4 Each of them powVful as that found 
 
 1 hat bid the new-made world go round ; 
 And ilronger than the lolid poles 
 On which the wheel of nature rolls. 
 
 5 W hence t he n f h oui d do u 1 it s and fe ars ar i fe 
 Why trickling iorrows drown cur eyes? 
 Slowly, alas? our mind receives 
 
 I he comforts that our Maker gives. 
 
 6 O for a flrong, a lading faith, 
 
 ^To credit what th’ Almighty faith ! 
 
 T ’ embrace the meffage of his Son, 
 
 And call the joys of. heav’n our own. 
 
BooUl. HYMN LX I. , 20f 
 
 r j| ien fliould the earth’s old pillars (hake, 
 
 ^ And all the wheels of nature break. 
 
 Our Heady fouls would fear no mo* 
 
 Than folid rocks when billows roar. 
 
 g Our everlafting hopes arife 
 Above the ruin able Ikies, 
 
 Where the eternal Builder reigns, . 
 
 And his own courts his pow’r iuitains. 
 
 HYMN 61, e. m. 
 
 I 1 % ry foul, come, meditate the day, 
 
 1 iVl And think how near it ftands, 
 
 When thou muft quit this houfe of clay 
 And fly to unknown lands, 
 o And you, mine eyes, look down and view 
 The hollow gaping tomb ; 
 
 This gloomy prifon waits for you 
 Whene’er the fummons come. 
 
 3 0! could we die with thofe that die. 
 
 And place us in their Head, 
 
 Then would our fpirits learn to fly. 
 
 And converfe with the dead: 
 
 4 Then fhoutd we fee the faints above 
 
 In their own glorious forms, 
 
 And wonder why our fouls fhould love 
 To dwell with mortal worms. 
 
m HYMN XLII. Book It¬ 
 
 'S IIow we fliould fcOrn thefe clothes offlelk 
 Thefe fetters, and this load: 
 
 And long for ev’ning to undrefs* 
 
 That we may reft with God. 
 
 ^ We fliould ai m oft forfake ohr cl ay 
 Before the fummons come, 
 
 And pray, and wifh our fouls away 
 To their eternal home. 
 
 hymn te, 6 . m. 
 
 1 CING to the Lord, ve heav’nly hoftsl 
 And thou, O earth, adore: 
 
 Let death and hell thro’ all their coafts 
 Stand trembling at his pow*r. 
 
 5 His founding chariot fhakes the fky. 
 
 He makes the clouds his throne, 
 
 There all his ftores of lightning lie 
 Till vengeance darts them down. 
 
 6 His noftrils breathe out fir’y ftreanis, 
 
 And from his awful tongue 
 A fov’reign voice divides the flames, 
 
 And thunder roars along. 
 
 4 Think, O my foul, the dreadful day, 
 
 When this incenfed God 
 Shall rend the Iky and burn the fea 
 And fling his wrath abroad 1 
 
Book». HYMN LXIII. 209 
 
 , W Uat fliall the wretched (inner do t 
 He once defy’d the Lord : 
 
 But he (hall dread the thund’rer now,, 
 
 And fink beneath his word. 
 
 Tempefts of angry fire fnall roll. 
 
 To blaft the rebel-worm, 
 
 And beat upon his naked ioul 
 In one eternal dorm, 
 
 HYMN 63, c. m. 
 
 tTARK! from the tombs a doleful founds 
 IX My ears attend the cry, 
 t Ye living men, come view the ground 
 i Where you mud ftiortly lie. 
 
 2 .Princes this clay mull be your bed, 
 
 < In fpite of all your tow’rs s 
 
 < The tall, the wife, the rev’rend head, , 
 4 Muft lie as low as ours.’ 
 
 3 Great God ! is this our certain doom! 
 
 And are we dill fecure ? 
 
 Still walking downward to our tomb, 
 
 And yet prepare no more ! 
 
 4 Grant us the pow’r of quick’ning grace, 
 
 To lit 0 -W fouls to fly ; 
 
 Then, when we drop this dying tiei , 
 
 lie’ll rife above the (ky. 
 

 HYMN LXIV, V. Book H. 
 HYMN 64, l. m. 
 
 1 H^rn P ^ the cht3rch ’ 'thou lac red place, 
 Tne feat of thy Creator’s grace ; 
 
 1 ire holy courts are his abode, 
 f hou earthly palace of our God. 
 
 2 Thy walls are ftrength, and at thy gates 
 A guard of heav nly warriors waits; 
 Nor (hall the deep foundations move, 
 rix d on his counfels and his love. 
 
 ° Thy foes in vain defigns engage, 
 Againlt his throne in vain they rage, 
 L» ke riling waves with angry roar, 
 hat aaih and die upon the (bore. 
 
 4 Then let oar fouls in Zion dwell ; 
 
 Nor fear the wrartt of earth and hell; 
 
 is arras enjbraee this happy ground, 
 Jj,ke brazen bulwarks build around. 
 
 5 God is our ftield, and God our fun; 
 
 ^ wilt as the fleeting moments run, 
 
 T n us he (beds new beams of grace. 
 
 Ana we reffe& his brighteft praife. 
 
 , tTrrip HYMN 65, c. m. 
 
 W 1 c J n read my title cleat 
 . . . , / 0 hianfions in the (kies, 
 
 1 bld farewell to ev’ry fear, 
 
 And wipe my weeping eyes. 
 
Book IT. HYMN LXVI. Ml 
 
 2 Should earth again 11 my foul engage, 
 
 2 An d hellifli darts be hurl’d, 
 
 Then I can finite at Satan’s rage, 
 
 And face a frowning world. 
 
 , T pt ca res like a wild deluge come, 
 
 J And llorms of forrow fall ; 
 
 Mav I but fafely reach my home. 
 
 My God, my heav’n, my all: 
 
 4 There ftiall I bathe my weary foul 
 
 In feas of heav’nly reft, _ 
 
 And not a wave of trouble roU 
 Aerofs my peaceful breait. 
 
 HYMN 66, c. m. 
 
 1 1 rpHERE is a land of pure delight, 
 
 1 Where faints immortal reign : 
 Infinite day excludes the night. 
 
 And pleasures hanilh pain. 
 
 2 There everlafling fpring abides. 
 
 And never-with’ring flow’rs : 
 
 Death, like a narrow fea, divides 
 This heav’nly land from ours. 
 
 3 Sweet fields beyond the fwelling flood 
 
 Stand drefs’d in living green : 
 
 Soto the Jews old Canaan flood 
 While Jordan roll’d between. 
 
n2 HYMNLXVII. Book If 
 
 4 Bill t.m’rous mortalsftart and Ihrink 
 
 To ciofs this narrow fea ; 
 nd hngcr, fhiv’ring on the brink, 
 
 And fear to launch away, 
 
 5 ° L“ u ' d make our doubts remove, 
 
 ‘We gloomy doubts that rife 
 And lee the Canaan that we love 
 »v ith tinbeclouded eyes ! 
 
 5 Co V Id , w e but climb where Mofes Hood, 
 
 - the Jandfcape o'er 
 
 Not Jordan's ftream, nor Q Ctt i,. . * ° 
 
 Should fright ns from the fhcre. 
 
 HYMN 67, c. m. a 
 
 ^ * ^ ow infinite art thou I 
 
 What worthlefs worms are we ! 
 Let the whole race of creatures bow, * 
 And pay their praife to thee. 
 
 2 Th / throne eternal ages Hood, 
 
 Ere feas or Ears were made; 
 
 I hou art the ever-living God, 
 
 Were all the nations dead. 
 
 3 Nature and time quite naked lie 
 
 To thine immenfe furvey. 
 
 From the formation of the Iky 
 To the great burning day. 
 
Book II. HYMN LXVIU. 
 
 4 Eternity, with all its years. 
 
 Stands prefent in thy view : 
 
 To thee there's nothing old appears; 
 Great God! there’s nothing new. 
 
 5 Our lives thro’ various fcenes are drawn. 
 
 And vex'd with trifling cares, 
 
 While thine eternal thought moves on»< 
 Thine undiflurb’d affairs. 
 
 5 Great God! how infinite art thou! 
 
 What worthlefs worms are we ! 
 
 Let the whole race of creatures bow,, 
 And pay their praife to thee. 
 
 HYMN oa, *1. 
 
 1 pATHER, I long, I faint to fee 
 J; The place of thine abode : 
 
 I’d leave thine earthly courts, and flee 
 Up to thy feat, my God! 
 
 2 Here 1 behold thy diftant face, 
 
 And 'tis a pleafing fight ; 
 
 But to abide in thine embrace 
 Is infinite delight. 
 
 3 I’d part with all the joys of fenfe 
 
 To gaze upon thy throne; 
 
 Pleafure fprings frefh for ever thence* 
 Unfpeakabie, unknown. 
 

 MIiVIJN L.XIZ. 
 
 J500K Hi 
 
 4 There all the heav’nly hofts are feen, 
 
 In mining ranks they move, 
 
 And drink immortal vigor in, 
 
 With wonder, and with lo’ve. 
 
 5 Then at thy feet with awful fear 
 
 Th’adoring armies fall; 
 
 Wuh joy they flirink to nothing there, 
 Before th 5 eternal All. 
 
 6 There I would vie with all the hoft 
 
 In duty and in blifs; 
 
 While lels than nothing I could boaft. 
 And vanity * confels. 
 
 7 The more thy gloria llrike mine «/*$, 
 
 - he hunioler 1 lhall lie ; 
 
 Thus while I fink, my joys lhall rife 
 Unmeafurably high. 
 
 HYMN 69 , c. m. 
 
 ^ J^^^^my tol ^§’ ue ) fome heav’nly theme, 
 And fpeak iome boundlefs thing, 
 
 1 lie mighty works, or mightier name, 
 
 Ut our eternal King. 
 
 % Tell of his wond’rons faithfulnefs, 
 
 ^ And found his pow’r abroad j 
 ^nig the fweet promife of his grace, 
 the performing God. 
 
 * Ifaiah xl. If, 
 
215 
 
 Book II. HYMNLXIX. 
 o proclaim ‘ Salvation from the Lord* 
 
 ° < For wretched dying men 
 
 His hand has writ the facred word 
 With an immortal pen. 
 
 4 En grav’d as in eternal brafs 
 
 The mighty promife fhines; 
 
 Nor can the powers of darknefs raife 
 Thole evertafting lines. 
 
 5 He that can daih whole worlds to deaths 
 
 And make them when he pleafe ; 
 
 He fpeaks. and that almighty breath 
 Fulfils his great decrees. 
 
 6 His very word of grace is hrong 
 
 As that which built the ikies; 
 
 The voice that-rolls the ftars fthopj* 
 
 Speaks all the promifes. 
 
 7 He faid, ‘Let the wide heav’n be fpread, 
 
 And heav’n was ftretch’d abroad; 
 
 * Abra’rn, I'll be thy God* he fiaidj 
 And he was Abra’m’s God. 
 
 8 0, might I hear thy heavenly tongue 
 
 But whifper, « Thou art mine V’ 
 
 Thofe little words fhould raile my long 
 To notes almoft divine. 
 
 9 How would my leaping heart rejoice^ 
 
 And think my he a v hi iecure ! 
 
** * L.AA, 
 
 I trnffc the all-creating voice, 
 
 And faith delires no more. ^ 
 
 HYMN TO, L. m. 
 
 1 G°m ° f ‘he Peas, thy thumiVingvoie* 
 
 . , akos a ll the roaring waves rejoice 
 
 And one ioft word of thy command J 
 Can .ink them filent in the land. 
 
 2 If but a Mofes wave thy rod, 
 
 The fea divides, and owns its God ; 
 
 The flormy floods their Maker knew, 
 And let his chofen armies through, 
 
 3 The fcaly flocks amidft the fea, 
 
 o thee, their Lord, a tribute pay ; ‘ 
 
 ■ Tiiejneaneft fifh that fwims the flood. 
 Leaps up, and me arts a praife to God* 
 
 4 T lxe *arger monitors. of the deep, 
 
 Un thy commands attendance keep: 
 
 By thy permiffion fport and play, 
 
 And cleave along their foaming way* 
 
 5 If God his voice of tempeft rears. 
 
 Leviathan lies flill and fears 
 
 AuGii he lifts his noftrils hig^, 
 
 And ipouts the ocean to the &y; 
 
 6 How h thy glorious pow’r ador’d, 
 
 thefe wat’ry nations, Lord! 
 
IIYMN LXXL 
 
 217 
 
 ook II* * „ 
 
 Yet the bold men that trace the feas. 
 
 Bold men ! refute their Maker’s praife. 
 
 What fcenes of miracles they fee. 
 
 And never tune a fong to thee ! 
 
 While on the flood they fafely ride, ^ 
 They cUrfe the hand that fmooths the tide. 
 
 3 Anon they plunge in wat’ry graves, 
 
 And feme drink death among the waves : 
 Yet the furviving crew blafpheme, 
 
 Nor own the God that refeu’d them, 
 
 : 0 , for fo'me fignal of thine hand! 
 
 Shake all the feas, Lord, drake the land ; 
 Great Judge defeend, left men deny 
 That there's a God that rules the Iky, 
 
 HYMN 71, C M, 
 
 1 rpHE glories of my Maker, God, 
 
 1 My joyful voice ftiall flng, 
 
 And call the nations to adore 
 Their former and their King. 
 
 2 ’Twas his right hand that fliap’d ottr clay, 
 
 And wrought this human frame; 
 
 But fro.m his own immediate breath 
 Our nobler fpirits came. 
 
 1 We bring our mortal powers to God, 
 
 And worfhip with our tongues? 
 
218 HYMN LXXir. Book IF. 
 
 We claim fome kindred with the Ikies, 
 And j oiti th* angelic fongs. 
 
 4 Let grov’ling beads of ev’ry diape, 
 
 And fowls of ev ’ry wing, 
 
 And rocks and trees, and fires, and feas,, 
 Their various tribute bring. 
 
 5 Ye planets, to his honor dime, 
 
 And wheels of nature roll ; 
 
 Praife him in your unwearied courfe 
 Around the deady pole. 
 
 6 The brightnefs of our Maker's name 
 
 The wide creation fills, 
 
 And his unbounded grandeur flies 
 Beyond the heav’nly hills. 
 
 H Y MN 72, c. m. 
 
 ^ j^LESS'D morning, whofe young dawn- 
 Beheld our rifing God; [ing rays 
 That faw him triumph o'er the dud, 
 
 And leave his lad abode! 
 
 2 In the coldprifon of a tomb 
 The dear Redeemer lay, 
 
 Till the revolving fkies had brought 
 The third, th’ appointed day. 
 
 ° an< ^ fke grave unite their force, 
 
 To hold our God, itl vain ; 
 
Book II. HYMN LXXIII. 219 
 
 The fleeping conqueror arofe, 
 
 And burft their feeble chain. 
 
 4 To thy great name, almighty Lord, 
 
 Tliefe facred hours we pay, 
 
 And loud hofannas fhall proclaim 
 The triumph of the day. 
 
 5 Salvation and immortal praife 
 
 To our victorious King; 
 
 Letheav’n, and earth, and rocks, andfeas, 
 With glad hofannas ring. 
 
 HYMN 73, c. m. 
 
 1 TTENCE from my foul, fad thoughts be 
 
 HI And leave me to my joys : [gone. 
 
 My tongue fhall triumph in my God, 
 
 And make a joyful noife. 
 
 2 Darknefs and doubts had veil’d my mind, 
 
 And drown’d my head in tears, 
 
 Till fov’reign grace with fhining rays 
 Difpell’d my gloomy fears. 
 
 5 0, what immortal joys I felt, 
 
 And raptures all divine, 
 
 When Jefus told me, I was his. 
 
 And my Beloved, mine ! 
 
 4 In vain the tempter frights my foul. 
 
 And breaks my peace in vain; 
 
mo HYMN LXXIV. Book U 
 
 One glimpfe, dear Saviour, of thy fade 
 Revives my joys again. 
 
 HYMN 74, s m. 
 
 1 TS this the kind return, 
 
 ■** And thefe the thanks we owe? 
 Thus to abufe eternal love, 
 
 Whence all our blefiings flow ! 
 
 2. To what a ftubborn frame 
 Hath fin reduc’d our mind! 
 
 What flrange rebellious wretches we, 
 And God as flrangely kind ! 
 
 3 On us he bids the fun 
 Shed his reviving rays ; 
 
 For us the Ikies their circles run 
 To lengthen out our days. 
 
 4 The brutes obey their God, 
 
 And bow their necks to men ; 
 
 l3ut we, more bafe, more brutifh thing 
 Rej his eafy reign. 
 
 & Turn, turn us, mighty God ! 
 
 And mould oUr fouls afrefli; 
 
 Break, fdv'reign grace! thefe hearts of 
 And give us hearts of flelh. [flone* 
 
 $ Let pall ingratitude 
 
 Provoke our weeping eyes. 
 
Book it. HYMN LXXV. 221 
 
 And hourly, as new mercies fatt 
 Let hourly thanks ariie. 
 
 HYMN 75, c. m. 
 
 1 -pROM thee, my God, my joys {hall fife* 
 1 And run eternal rounds, 
 
 Bevond the limits of the fki-es, 
 
 And all created bounds. 
 
 « The holy triumphs of my foul 
 Shall death itfelf out-brave; 
 heave dull mortality behind. 
 
 And fly beyond the grave. 
 
 • There, where my bleffed Jefus reigns 
 In heav’n’s unmeafur’d fpace, 
 
 Til fpend a long eternity 
 In pleafure and in praife. 
 
 i Millions of years my wond’rrng eyes 
 Shall o’er thy beauties rove, 
 
 And endlefs ages I’ll adore 
 The glories of thy love. 
 
 5Sweet Jefus! ev’ry fmileof thine 
 Shall frelli endearments bring ; 
 
 And thoufand taltes of new delight 
 From all thy graces fpring. . 
 
 r j Haile, my Beloved, fetch my foul 
 Up to thy bleiVd abode ; 
 
 P 
 
Book II, 
 
 222 HYMN LXXVI. 
 
 Fly, for my fpirit longs to fee 
 My Saviour and my God. 
 
 HYMN 7§, c. m. 
 
 1 fTOSANNA to the Prince of Light 
 
 That cloth’d himfelf in clay ; 
 Enter’d the iron gates of death," 
 
 And tore the bars away. 
 
 2 Death is no more the king of dread, 
 
 Since our Immanuel rofe ; 
 
 He took the tyrant’s ding away, 
 
 And fpoil’d our liellifli foes. 
 
 o See how the conqu’ror mounts aloft, 
 And to his Father flies, 
 
 With fears of honors in his flefh, 
 
 And triumph in his eyes. 
 
 4 There our exalted Saviour reigns, 
 
 And lcatters blefKngs down ; 
 
 Our Jefus fills the middle feat 
 Ot the celeflial throne. 
 
 5 RaTe your devotion, mortal tongues, 
 
 To reach his hlefs’d abode ; 
 
 Sweet be the accents of your fongs 
 To our incarnate God. 
 
 o Bright angels, flrike your loudell firings, 
 Your fweetell voices raife : 
 
oak II. HYMN LXXVII. 
 
 iLetlieav’n, and all created things, 
 bound our Immanuel’s praife. 
 
 HYMN 77, n m. 
 
 S TAND up, rny fi ul, (hake oflf thy fears, 
 And gird'tlic Gofpel-armour on ; 
 
 March to the gates of endtefs joy, 
 
 Where thy great Captain-Saviour’s gone. 
 
 >lle!l and thy fins refill thy courfe, 
 
 '•gut hell and fin are vanquifii’d foes ; 
 
 Thy Jefus nail’d them to the crofs. 
 
 And fung the triumph when he rofe. 
 
 ! What tho’ the prince of darknefs rage, 
 ’And wafte the fury of his fpite; 
 
 Eternal chains confine him down 
 To fi’ry deeps, and endlefs night. 
 
 What tho* thine inward lulls rebel; 
 
 »Tis but a Itruggling gafp for life ; 
 
 The weapons of victorious grace 
 Shall flay thy fins, and end the ftrife. 
 
 Then let my foul march boldly on, 
 
 Prefs forward to the heav’nly gate* 
 
 There peace and joy eternal reign, 
 
 And glitt’ring robes for conqu’rors wait. 
 
 There fliall I wear a flarry crown. 
 
 And triumph in almighty grace * 
 
224 HYMN LXXVlri,‘-IX. Book II 
 
 While all the armies of the {kies 
 join in ray glorious Leader’s praife. 
 
 HYMN 78, c. m, 
 
 1 YXTHEN the firit parents of our race 
 
 ** Reive Tl’d, and loll their God, 
 
 And the infection of their fin 
 Had tainted all our blood; 
 
 2 Infinite pity touch’d the heart 
 
 Of the eternal Son; 
 
 Defeending from the heavenly court. 
 
 He left his Father’s throne. 
 
 o Afide the Prince of ’Glory threw 
 His moll divine array, 
 
 And wrapp’d his Godhead in a veil 
 Of our inferior clay. 
 
 4 His living pow’r, and dying love. 
 
 Redeem’d unhappy men, 
 
 And rais’d the ruins of our race 
 To life and God again. 
 
 5 To thee, dear Lord, our fiefh and foul 
 
 We joy fti 1 iy yefign; 
 
 Blefs’d Jeius. take us for thy o wn. 
 
 For we are doubly thine. 
 
 'S Thv honor (hall for ever be 
 The buiinefs of our days* 
 

 225, 
 
 LfrJJ. HYMN LXXIX. . 
 
 *Tor ever fhall our thankful tongues 
 Speak thy deferved praife. 
 
 HYMN 79, c. m. 
 
 [ nLUNG’D in a g.ulph of dark delpair 
 
 i A vVe wretched tinners lay. 
 
 Without one cheerful beam of hope, 
 
 Or fpark of glimm’ring day. 
 
 With pitying eyes, the Prince of Grace 
 Beheld our helplcfs grief; 
 
 He faw, and ( O amazing love !) 
 
 He ran to our relief. 
 
 Down from the tivining feats above> . 
 
 With joyful hake he fled. 
 
 Enter’d the grave in mortal %fli. 
 
 And dwelt; among the dead. 
 
 4 He fpoil’d. the pow’rs of darknefs thus, 
 And brake our irpn chains ^ 
 
 J-efus hath freed our r captive fouls 
 From, everlalling pains. 
 
 5In vain the balked prince of he’d 
 His curled projetfs tries; 
 
 We that were doom’d his endlefs fiayes. 
 Are rais’d above the Ikies. 
 
 6 0! for this love, let rocks and hills 
 Their lading tilence break,. 
 
226 HYMN LXXX. Hook M 
 
 And all harmonious human tongues 
 The Saviour’s praifes fpeak. 
 
 7 Yes, we will praife thee, dear ell Lord! 
 
 Our fouls are a 14 on Same; 
 
 Hofanna round the fpacious earth 
 To thine adored name. 
 
 8 A ngels ! aUUl our mighty joys, 
 
 Strike all your harps of grid : 
 
 But when you raife your highefl notes, 
 His love can ne’er be told. 
 
 HYMN 80, #. m. 
 
 1 All ! the almighty Lord ! 
 
 ^ How matchiefs is his pow’r !■ 
 Tremble, O earth, beneath his word, 
 While all the heavens adore. 
 
 2 Let proud imperious kings ' 
 
 Bow low before his throne ! 
 
 Crouch" to his feet, ye haughty things, 
 
 Or he Stall tread you down. 
 
 9 f . t H , , . * 4 
 
 o Above the fkie£ he reigns, 
 
 And with amazing blows 
 He deals unfufferable pains 
 On his rebellious foes. 
 
 4* Yet, everlalting God! ■ t 
 
 Who love to fpeak thy praife t a 
 
Bo ok n. *mn lxxxi. ssr 
 
 Thy fceptre’s equal to thy rod, 
 
 The fceptre of thy grace. 
 
 5 The arms of mighty love 
 Defend our Sion well, 
 
 And heav’nly mercy walls us round 
 From Babylon and hell. 
 
 5 Salvation to the King 
 
 That lits enthron’d above: 
 
 Thus we adore the God of might, 
 
 And hie is the God of love. 
 
 HYMN 81, c. m. 
 
 1 AND now thefcales have left mine eyes, 
 A Now I begin to fee-: 
 
 0, the curs’d deeds ! my, fins have done! 
 What murd’rous tilings they be ! 
 
 2 Were thefe the traitors, dearelt Lord, 
 
 That thy fair body tore ? 
 
 Mon Iters, that ilain’d thofe heav’nly limbs 
 With floods of purple gore’ 
 
 3 Was it for crimes that I had done 
 
 My dearefl Lord was (lain, 
 
 When jultice feiz’d God’s only Son, 
 
 And put his foul to pain ? 
 
 4 Forgive my guilt, O Prince of Peace, 
 
 I’ll wound my God no more : 
 
228 IIYMN LXXX1I. Rook II. 
 
 Hence from my heart, ye iins, he crone 
 For Jefus 1 adore. 
 
 5 Furnilb me, Lord, with heav’nly arms,, $ 
 From grace’s magazine, 
 
 And I'll proclaim eternal war 
 With ev’ry darling fin. 
 
 HYMN 82, c m. 
 
 1 RISE, my foul, with joyful pow*rs, 
 x And triumph in my God ; 
 
 Awake, mv voice, and loud proclaim 
 I-Iis glorious grace abroad. 
 
 2 He rais’d me from the deeps of fin, i 
 
 The gates of gaping hell, 
 
 And fix’d my. ft an ding more fecure Y , 
 Than h\vas before I fell, 
 
 3 The arms of ever]aitmg love 
 
 Beneath my foul he plac'd* ,, 
 
 And on the rock of ages fet - - 
 
 My flipp’ry footiteps fail, 
 
 4 The city of myblefs’d abode • i 
 
 Is wall’d around with grace ; 
 
 Salvation for a bulwark Hands 
 To flhield the facred place. 
 
 5 Satan may vent his fiiarpeil fpite, J * 
 
 And all his legions roar; 
 
Book II. HYMN LXXXIH. 22§ 
 
 Almighty merey guards my life, ' .**, 
 And bounds his raging pow’r, 
 
 6 Ariie, my-fowl, awake, my voice, 
 
 And tunes of pleaiure fing ; 
 
 Loud hallelujahs (hall addrefs 
 My Saviour and my King. 
 
 HYMN 33, c. M, 
 
 1 »TM1US faith the ruler of the {kies, 
 
 1 * Awake, my dreadful fword ; 
 
 •Awake, my wrath, and fmite the man, 
 ‘My fellow,' faith the Lord. 
 
 0 Veng’ance receiv’d the dread command. 
 And armed down lhe flies ; { 
 jefus fubraits t’ his Father’s hand, 
 
 And bows his head, and dies. 
 
 3 But O! the wifdom and the grace 
 That join with veng’ance now 1 
 He dies to fave our guilty race. 
 
 And yet he rifes too. 
 
 1 A perfon lo divine was he, 
 
 Who yielded to be (lain, 
 
 That he could give his loul away, 
 
 And take his life again. 
 
 5 Live, glorious Lord! and reign on high; 
 Let ev*ry nation fmg, 
 
230 HYMN LXXX1V. Book II 
 
 And angels iound with endlefs joy 
 The Saviour and the King. 
 
 HYMN 84, s. m. "• 1 
 
 1 r'OME, all harmonious tongues, 
 
 ^ Your nob) eft mu fie bring, 
 
 *Tis Chrilt, the everlafting God, 
 
 And Chrift tfie man, we fing. 
 
 2 Tell how he took our flefli. 
 
 To take away our guilt; 
 
 Sing the dear drops of facred blood 
 That hellifh monfters l'pilt. 
 
 3 Alas! the cruel fpear , 
 
 Went deep into his side, 
 
 And the rich flood of purple gore 
 Their murdVous weapons dy’d. 
 
 4 The waves of fwelling grief * ■ 
 
 Did o’er his bofom roll, 
 
 A nd mountains of aimighty wrath 
 Lay heavy on his foul. 
 
 <5 Down to the ftiades of death * * 
 
 He bow’d hi.s awful head; 
 
 Yet he arofe to live and reign 
 When death itfelf is dead. 
 
 6 No more the bloody fpear, 
 
 The crofs and nails no more; 
 
There the Redeemer ms 
 High on the Father’s throne; 
 
 The Father lays his veng’ance by. 
 
 And (miles upon his Son. 
 
 There his fall glories (bine 
 With uncreated rays, 
 
 And blel's his faints and angels* eyes v 
 To everlalling days. 
 
 HYMN 85, c. m. , 
 
 W HY does your face, ve humble fouls, 
 Thole mournful colours wear ? 
 
 What doubts are thefe that wafle your faith 
 
 And nourifh yotii* delpair f 
 
 o What tho* your numerous fins exceed 
 The liars that fill the Ikies, 
 
 And aiming at th* eternal throne, 
 Like pointed 1 mountains rife: 
 
 3 What tho’ your mighty guilt beyond 
 
 The wide creation fwell, 
 
 And hath its curs’d foundations laid 
 Low as the deeps of hell: 
 
 4 See here an endlefs ocean flows 
 
 Of never-failing grace ; 
 
 
m HYMN LXXXVI. Book H 4 
 
 Behold a dying Saviour’s veins 
 The facred flood increafe 
 
 5 It rifes high, and drowns the hills, 
 
 Has neither fhore nor bound : 
 
 Now, if we learch to find our fins. 
 
 Our fins can ne’er be found. 
 
 6 Awake, our hearts, adore the grace 
 
 That buries all our faults, 
 
 And pard’ning blood, that, fiwells above 
 Our follies and our thoughts. 
 
 HYMN 86, c. m* 
 
 ^ 0 UR ^ nS * a ^ aS ‘ ^ ow & ron g be ! 
 
 And like a violent fea. 
 
 They break our duty, Lord, to thee, 
 
 And hurry us away. 
 
 2 The waves of trouble, how they rife 1 
 
 How loud the tempefis roar ! 
 
 But death fliall land our weary fouls 
 Safe on the heav’nly-ftiore. 
 
 3 There, to fulfil his fweet commands,. 
 
 Our fpeedy feet fliall move ; 
 
 No fin (hall clog our winged zeal, 
 
 Or cool our burning' love. 
 
 There fliall we fit, and fing, and tell,. 
 
 The wonders of his grace. 
 
isi 
 
 41 
 
 Book II. HYMN LXXXVII. 233 
 
 Till heav*nly raptures fire our hearts, 
 
 And irnile in ev'ry face. 
 
 5 For ever his dear facredname 
 Shall dwell upon oivr tongue. 
 
 And Jefus and falvation be, 
 
 The clofe of ev’ry fong. 
 
 HYMN 87, C. M. 
 
 1 TTOW wond’rous great, how glorious 
 W Mull our Creator be, [bright. 
 
 Who dwells amidft the dazzling light 
 Of valt infinity ! 
 
 o Our foaring fpirits upwards rife 
 T’vvard the celellial throne : 
 
 Fain would wc lee the blelfed Three, 
 
 And the almighty One. 
 
 3 Our reafon flretches all its wings. 
 
 And climbs above the Ikies; 
 
 But Hill how far beneath thy feet 
 Our grov’lingreafon lies 1 
 
 4 Lord, here we bend our humble fouls* 
 
 " And awfully adore: 
 
 For the weak pinions of our ramd 
 Can ftretch a thought no mpre ’ 
 
 5 Thv glories infinitely rife 
 
 Above our iabVmg tongue; 
 
234 HYMN LXXXVIII, JX. Book II. 
 
 lit vain the higheit ieraph tries 
 To form an equal long. 
 
 6 In humble notes our faith adores 
 The great myfterious King, 
 
 While angels llrain their nobler powVgy 
 And fweep th* immortal firing. 
 
 HYMN 88, c. m. 
 
 ^ 3 ^TION ! O the joyful found, 
 
 , ’ 8is plea!ure to our ears ; 
 
 A fov’reign balm for ev’ry wound, 
 
 A cordial for our fears. 
 
 2 Bury’d in forrow and in fin. 
 
 At hell’s dark door we lay ; 
 
 But we arife by grace divine 
 To fee a heav’niy day. 
 
 8 Salvation ! let the echo fly 
 The fpacious earth around, 
 
 While all the armies of the iky 
 Confpire to raife the found. 
 
 HYMN 89, c. m. 
 
 ^ JJOSANNA to our conqu’ring King ! 
 
 The prince of daiknefs flies, 
 
 His troops rufli headlong down to hell, 
 
 Like lightning from the fkies. 
 
 2 There, bound in chains, the lions roar, 
 
 And fright the rcfcu’d flieep; 
 
Book-II. HYMN XC. 
 
 But heavy bars confine their pow’r 
 And malice to the deep. 
 
 3 Hoianna to our conqu’ring King! 
 
 All hail, incarnate love \ 
 
 Ten thoufand longs and glories wait 
 To crown thy head above. 
 
 4 Thy vi&’ries and thy deathlefs fame 
 
 Thro* the wide world {hall run, 
 
 And everlafting ages iing 
 The triumphs thou haft won. 
 
 HYMN 90, c. m. 
 
 1 TTOW fad our ftate by nature is! 
 ll Our fin how deep its ftains? 
 
 And Satan binds our captive minds 
 
 Fail in his flavifii chains. 
 
 2 But there’s a voice of fov’reign grace 
 
 Sounds from the facred word; 
 
 < Ho! ye defpairing finners, come, 
 
 ‘ And truft upon the Lord.’ 
 
 3 My foul obeys th* almighty call, 
 
 And runs to this relief; 
 
 I would believe thy promife, Lord; 
 O! help my unbelief. 
 
 4 To the dear fountain of thy blood, 
 
 Incarnate God ! I fiy • 
 
236 HYMtf XCX. Book II. 
 
 Here let ffie wafh my fpotted foul 
 From crimes of deepefl dye. 
 
 5 Stretch out thine arm, victorious King, 
 
 My reigning fins fubdue ; 
 
 Drive the old dragon from his feat. 
 
 With all his hellifh crew. 
 
 6 A guilty, weak, and helplefs worm. 
 
 On thy kind arms I fall: 
 
 Be thou my ftrength and righteoiifnefa. 
 
 My Jefus and my all. 
 
 HYMN 91, c. m. 
 
 1 QH, the delights, the heav’nly joys, 
 
 ^ The glories of the place. 
 
 Where Jefus fheds the brighteit beam’s 
 
 Of his o’erflowing grace. 
 
 2 Sweet majefty and awful love 
 
 Sit fmiling on his brow, 
 
 And all the glorious ranks abovi 
 At humble diftance bow. 
 
 3 Princes to his imperial name 
 
 Bend their bright fceptres down ; 
 Dominions, thrones, and pow’rs rejoice 
 To fee him wear the crown. 
 
 4 Archangels found his lofty praife 
 
 Thro* ev’rv heav’nly ftreet,. 
 

 Book U. HYMN XC11. 
 
 Anrt lay the ' r h 'S heft honor ‘ i dovv " 
 Submiffive at his feet. 
 
 5 xiiofefcft. tbofe Weffcd feet of bis 
 That once rude iron tore, 
 
 H'phon a throne of light they Hand, 
 
 And all the faints adore. 
 
 C His head, the dear majeftic bead, 
 
 That cruel thorns did wound. 
 
 See what immortal glories (bine, 
 
 And circle it around. 
 
 7 This is the man, th’ exalted man. 
 
 Whom we unfeen adore; 
 
 But when our eyes behold his face, 
 
 Our hearts fhall love him more. 
 
 8 Lord, how our fouls are all on fire 
 
 To fee thy blefs’d abode; 
 
 Our tongues rejoice in tunes of praife 
 To our incarnate God ! 
 
 9 And while our faith enjoys the fight, 
 
 We long to leave our clay; 
 
 And wifh thy fiby chariots, Lord, 
 
 To fetch our fouls away. 
 
 HYMN 92, c. m. 
 
 1 QII OUT to the Lord, and let our joys 
 Thro’ the whole nation run; 
 
 a 
 
ms 
 
 HYMN XCIL 
 
 Book II. 
 
 The earth and Ikies, refound the noife 
 Beyond the riling fun. 
 
 2 Thee, mighty God! our fouls admire; 
 
 Thee, our glad voices ling ; 
 
 And join with the celelHal choir 
 To praife th’ eternal King. 
 
 3 Thy pow’r the whole creation rules, 
 
 And on the Harry Ikies 
 Sits fmiling at the weak defigns 
 Thine envious foes devife. 
 
 4 Thy fcorn derides their feeble rage, 
 
 And with an awful frown 
 Flings vail confufion on their plots, 
 
 And fhakes their Babel down. 
 
 5 Their fecret fires in caverns lay. 
 
 And we the facrifice; 
 
 But gloomy caverns Itrove in vain 
 To ’fcape all-fearching eyes. 
 
 6 Their dark defigns were all reveal’d, 
 
 Their treafons all betray’d: 
 
 Praife to the Lord, that broke the fnare 
 Their curled hands had laid. 
 
 7 In vain the bufy fons of hell 
 
 Still new rebellions try; 
 i heir fouls {hall pine with envious rage, 
 And vex away, and die. 
 
 
1 
 
 hymn xciitf 
 
 Almighty grace defends our land 
 From their malicious pow r : 
 
 Come, let us with united longs 
 Almighty grace adore. 
 
 HYMN 93, s. m. 
 
 M Y God, my life, my love, 
 
 To thee, to thee I call; 
 
 I cannot live if thou remove. 
 
 For thou art all in all. 
 
 > Thy (Inning grace can cheer 
 This dungeon where I dwell; 
 
 ’Tis Paradife when thou art here ; 
 
 If thou depart, ’tis hell. 
 
 3 The findings of thy face. 
 
 How amiable they are! 
 
 ’Tis heav’n to relt in thine embrace, 
 And no where elie but there. 
 
 4 To thee, and thee alone, 
 
 The angels owe their blifs ; 
 
 They fit around thy gracious throne 
 And dwell where Jeius is. 
 
 5 Not all the harps above 
 
 Can make a heav’nly place, 
 
 • If God his re fide nee remove, 
 
 Or but conceal his face. 
 
240 HYMN XCIV. Book I! 
 
 6 Nor earth, nor all the iky, 
 
 Can one delight afford ; 
 
 No, not a drop of real joy, 
 
 Without thy prefence, Lord. 
 
 7 Thou art the fea of love, 
 
 Where all my pleafures roll: 
 
 The circle where my paffions move, 
 
 And centre of my foul. 
 
 8 To thee my fpirits fly 
 With infinite defire : 
 
 And yet how far from thee I lie ! 
 
 Dear Jefus, raife me high’r. 
 
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 HYMN 94, c. m. 
 
 IV/TY God, my portion, and my love. 
 My everlafling all, 
 
 I’ve none but thee in heav’n above, 
 
 Or on this earthly ball. 
 
 What empty things are all the fkies, 
 And this inferior clod ! 
 
 There’s nothing here deferves mv joys, 
 There’s nothing like my God. ' 
 
 In vain the bright, the burning fun, 
 Scatters his feeble light: 
 
 ’Tis thy fweet beams create my noon; 
 If tliou withdraw, ’tis night. 
 
 i 
 
, „ HYMN XCV. 241 
 
 lookII- • f 
 
 , And whilft upon iny reftlefs bed, 
 
 Amongft the (hades 1 roll, 
 if my Redeemer (hews his head, 
 
 ’Tis morning with my foul. 
 
 , To th ee we owe our wealth, and friends, 
 ‘ And health, and iafe abode. 
 
 Thanks to thy name for meaner things, 
 But they are not my God. 
 
 1 Row vain a toy is glitt’ring wealth. 
 
 If once compar’d to thee 
 Or what’s my fafety or my health. 
 
 Or all my friends to me ! 
 
 1 Were I poffefTor of the earth, , 
 
 ' And call’d the (tars my own; - 
 
 Without thy graces, and thy lelt, 
 
 I were a wretch undone. 
 
 % Let others ftretch their arms like leas, 
 And grafp in all the {bore ; 
 
 Grant me the vifits of thy face. 
 
 And I defire no more. 
 
 HYMN 95, c. m. 
 
 1 INFINITE grief! amazing woe ! 
 
 A Behold my bleeding Lord ! 
 
 Hell and the Jews confmr’d his death. 
 And us’d the Roman fword. 
 
„ HVMN * c «- Bool a 
 
 . • mXSSStfrzt"***'-* 
 
 3 ’hteS&Sf.'W* .lorn. • 
 
 1 ,1 7*’." * blame ‘ h e Roman bands, 
 
 And the more fpiteful Jews: 
 
 4 ’ r £?* W 7 flns ’ m >’ C ™1 
 
 Hio chief tormentors were, 
 
 " a ‘ f m 7 , c . rimes became a nail. 
 
 And unbelief the fpear. 
 
 ^Unoii 1 > .V= t3,a - t | r : U !' C * the ven S’ ance down 
 Upon his guddeis head ; 
 
 ^TnH ’? ak ’ "! yl,ean! O, burft mine eyes. 
 And let my forrows bleed. ' 
 
 ' St Till’ m ! ?rht > r S race . my flinty foul. 
 
 Till melting- waters flow, 
 
 in ‘ " e P e ‘ lta »« drown mine eves 
 
 In undiffembled woe. ' 
 
 hymn 96, C. M. a 
 
 jQOWN headlong f rom their native flies, 
 
 The rebel-angels fell, F J 
 
 * uria them deep to-hell 
 
 • , 'I Ci v .* ** 
 . * 3 * . 
 
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 „ . „ HYMN XCVII. 24 > 
 
 , Down from the top of earthly blifs I 
 
 ’ ophellious man was hurl d, • 
 
 And Jefus {loop'd beneath the grave 
 To reach a finking world. 
 
 , A l0V e of infinite degree! 
 
 Unmeafurable grace 
 Muft heav’n’s eternal darling die 
 
 To lave a traifrous race > 
 lM uft angels Cnk for ever down, 
 
 While God for fakes h,s (hin.ng throrte 
 To raiie us wretches higher . 
 
 5 o for this love let earth and ikies 
 With hallelujahs ring, 
 
 • And the fall choir of human tongues, 
 
 All hallelujahs fing. 
 
 HYMN 97, n. m. 
 
 i -r-iROM heav'n the finning angels fell, 
 
 1 F And wrath and darknefs cham’dthem 
 
 But man, vile man, forfook his bhfs, 
 
 And mercy lifts him to a crown. 
 
 2 Amazing work of fov'reign grace, 
 
 2 That could diftinguifli rebels fo . 
 
 Our guilty treafons call’d aloud 
 For everlafting fetters too. 
 

 HYMN XCVIII. 
 
 iiook II. 
 
 ° J f ot 't ee » t0 tllee > almighty love, 
 
 Our touls, ourfelves, our all we pay: 
 Milhous of tongues dial! found thy praife 
 On the bright hills of heav’nly day/ 
 
 HYMN 98, c.m. * 
 
 1 M Y lleart ’ how dreadful hard rt is ! 
 How heavy here it lies f 
 Heavy and cold within my bread. 
 
 Jail like a rock of ice! 
 
 2 Sin, like a raging tyrant, fits. 
 
 Upon this flinty throne, 
 
 And ev’ry grace lies burykl deep 
 Beneath this heart of ftone. 
 
 3 How feldom do I rife to God, 
 
 ^ Or tade the joys above ! 
 
 1 his mountain prefifes down my faith. 
 And chills my flaming love. 
 
 4 When fmiling mercy courts my foul 
 r ^Vifh all its heav’nly charms, 
 Phis ftubborn, this relentlefs thinjr 
 Wouldrthruft it from my arms/"’ 
 
 5 A gain ft the thunders of thy word, 
 Rebellious I have flood; 
 
 My heart, it fliakes not at the wrath 
 And terrors of a God. 
 
hymn XCIX. 
 
 . k U 345 
 
 Dear Saviour, fteep this rock of mine 
 
 ° in thine own cn niton fea • 
 
 « "e but a bath of blood divine 
 
 N Can melt the flint away. 
 
 HYMN 99, C. m. 
 
 T KX the whole race of creatures lie 
 L phas’d before their Godi 
 Whau’er his fov’reign voice hath form d 
 He governs with a nod. 
 
 , Tf n thoufand ages ere the lkies 
 
 2 Were into motion brought, 
 
 A U the long years and worlds to come 
 Stood prefent to his tho g 
 
 o There’s not a fparrow or a worm 
 But’s found in his decrees; 
 
 He raifes monarchs to their thrones, 
 
 ' And fmks them as he pieafe. 
 
 4 If light attends the courfe I run, 
 
 >Tis he provides thofe ray^, 
 
 And ’tis his hand that hides my fun. 
 
 If darknefs cloud my days. 
 
 k Yet I would not be much concern d, 
 
 Nor vainly long to fee 
 The volumes of his deep decrees, 
 
 What months are writ for me. 
 
 
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 IIbSKI 
 
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240 
 
 HiMN C. 
 
 6 When he reveals the book of life, 
 O, may I read my name 
 
 the chofen of his love. 
 The followers of the Lamb 1 
 
 Book II. 
 
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 HYMN 100, L. M. 
 
 1 H°HL fl !l. 1 ^tt an l uiftl '! the thou ? ht - 
 
 T , r *1 , V 3,ftra £ s and tears my heart. 
 
 If G od at Iall, my fov’reign judge. 
 
 Should frown, and bid my foul, • depart.’ 
 
 2 Lord, when I quit this earthly ftage 
 Inhere dial! I fly, but to thy bread ? 
 
 J or I have fought no other home, 
 for I have learn’d no other reit. 
 
 I cannot live contented here 
 Without fome gtimpfes of thy fa^e • 
 
 And heav’n, without thy prefence there, 
 Will be a dark and tirefome place. 
 
 4 When earthly cares engrofs the day, 
 
 And hoid my thoughts afide from thee, 
 
 1 he finning hours of cheerful light 
 Are long and tedious years to me. 
 
 5 And if no ev’ning vifit’s paid 
 
 etween my Saviour and my foul. 
 
 How dull the night! how lad the fliade ? 
 How mournfully the minutes roll! 
 
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 Book IW ^MN m. 247 
 
 , This flefh of mine might learn as foon r 
 To live, yet part with all my blood ; 
 
 To breathe, when vital air is gone. 
 
 Or thrive and grow without my food. 
 
 , Chrift is my >>S ht > m >’ Ufe \ my c . are * 
 
 My bleffed hope, my heavily prize; 
 nearer than all my paffions are. 
 
 My limbs, my bowels, or mine eyes. 
 
 o -rhe ftrings that twine about my heart. 
 Tortures and racks may tear them oft; 
 
 Rut they can never, never part 
 
 With their dear hold of Chrift my love. 
 
 o Mv God ! and can an humble child, 
 
 Tliat loves thee with aflame io high. 
 
 Be ever from thy face exil’d 
 Without the pity of thine eye ? 
 
 10 lmpoffible !—For thine own hands 
 Have tied my heart lo fail to thee. 
 
 And in thy book the promile ftands, 
 
 That where thou art, thy friends mult be. 
 
 HYMN 101, c. m. 
 
 1 TXrHEN in the light of faith divine, 
 VV YVe look on things below, 
 
 Honor, and gold, and fenlual joy* 
 
 How vain and dang’rcros too! 
 
iftmm 
 
 348 HYMN CII. 
 
 2 Honor’s a puff of noify breath; 
 l et men expofe their blood. 
 
 And venture everlailing death 
 i o gain that airy good. 
 
 ° W a liC i ? th f rS ftarve the n obIer mind 
 And feed on fliining diift, 
 
 Tl ~, y . r ° b * he ‘erpent of his food, 
 
 T indulge a fordid luft. 
 
 4 The pleafures that allure our fenfe, 
 
 Are dang rous fnares to fouls t 
 There sdjut a drop of flatt’ring* hveet 
 And dalh’d with bitter bowU. * 
 
 5 God is my all-fufficient good. 
 
 My portton and my choice; 
 
 In him my vaft defires are fill'd. 
 
 And all my pow’rs rejoice. 
 
 J In vain the world accofts my ear. 
 
 And tempts my heart anew; 
 
 I cannot buy your blifs fo dear. 
 
 Nor part with heav’n for you. 
 
 HYMN 102, l. M . 
 
 N 0 ’, 1 ’ 11 re ,P ine « death no more. 
 
 To tl! m " 1 a chaerful gafp refign 
 Th,r n ° d dun S eon of the grave 
 Thefe dying, w.th’ring limbs of mine. 
 
 Book II, 
 
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hymn cut. 
 
 249 
 
 Book II. — A . . n 
 
 n r e t worms devour my wafting flefli, 
 
 ~ And crumble all my bines to duft; 
 
 Mv God (ball raife my fame anew 
 At the revival of the juft. 
 
 * facred nothing, thro* the Ikies, 
 
 1 Linz that delightful, dreadful day; 
 
 Cut fliort the hours, dear Lord, and come 
 Thy ling’ring wheels, how long they ftay . 
 
 4 . Our weary fpirits faint to fee 
 The light of thy returning face, 
 
 And hear the language of thole lips, 
 Where God hath died Ins richeft grace. 
 
 5 Ha fie then upon the wings of love, 
 
 ‘ Roufe all the pious deeping clay, < 
 That we may join in lieav’nly jo) s, 
 
 And dng the triumph of the day. 
 
 HYMN 103. c. m. 
 
 1 fOME, happy fouls, approach your God 
 Vj With new melodious fongs ; 
 
 Come, tender to almighty grace 
 The tributes of your tongues. 
 
 So ftrange, fo boundlefs was the love 
 That pity’d dying men. 
 
 The Father fent his equal Son 
 To give them life again. 
 
 
HYMN CIV. Beok Ilf* 
 
 3 T w^ ndS#i dear . Jefus ’ wette'nbt a^d S 
 
 With a revenging rod, 
 
 No hard commiilion to perform : oK 
 The ven gance of a God ; < . r 
 
 4 But all was mercy, all was mild T* 4 
 
 And wrath forfook the throne, 
 en C nit on the kind errand came, 
 And brought falration down. 
 
 5 H An/“ erS ' heal your wounds, 
 
 And wipe your forrows dry: 
 
 Truft m the mighty Saviour’s name, > 
 And you (hall never die. 
 
 6 Se ®’ deare ft Lord, our willing fouls 9 
 
 Accept thine offer’d grace ; 
 
 We blefs the great Redeemer’s love. 
 
 And give the Father praife. 
 
 HYMN 104, s. m. 
 
 1 R A ' SE your triumphant fongs l 
 
 To an immortal tune 
 
 Le ‘ t . he „. vv , ide ea «h refound the deeds 
 Celeftial grace hath done. 
 
 2 Sing how eternal love 
 . It , s , chief Beloved chofe, 
 
 Al pVn bid ^‘™ r ^ il ' e , 0Ur wretched race 
 iom their abyfs of woes. 
 
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Book II. HYMN CV. 
 
 , His hand no thunder hears, 
 
 3 Nor terror clothes his brow , 
 
 No bolts to drive our guilty fouU, 
 
 To fiercer flames below. 
 
 4 -Twas mercy fill'd.thethrone, 
 
 And wrath Hood Client by. 
 
 When Chrift was Cent with pardons down, 
 
 To rebels doom’d to die. 
 
 5 Now, finners, dry your tears, 
 
 Let hopelefs forrow ceaCe! 
 
 Bow to the fceptre of his love. 
 
 And take the offer’d peace. 
 
 6 Lord, we obey thy call; 
 
 We lav an humble claim 
 
 To the falvation thou haft brought, 
 
 And love and praife thy name. 
 
 HYMN 105, c m. 
 j i aKD are we wretches yet alive’ 
 
 A And do we yet rebell ? 
 
 >Tis boundlefs, »tis amazing love, 
 
 That bears us up from hell . 
 
 f 2 The burden of our weighty guilt 
 Would fink us down to flames. 
 
 And threat*ning veng’ance roll a ? 
 To crufh our feeble frames. 
 
™ hymn- cvi. Book If 
 
 3 Almighty goodnefs cries, * Forbear. ? 
 
 Aiid flraight the thunder flays; ! ' 
 
 And dare we now provoke his wrath, 
 And weary out his grace? 
 
 4 Lord, we have long abus’d thy love, - i 
 
 Too long indulg’d our fin : 
 
 Onr aching hearts e’en bleed to fee 
 What rebels we have been* 
 
 *•" No more, ye lulls, (hall ye command ; 
 
 No more will we obey ; 
 
 S,.retch out, O God, thy conqu’ring hand, 
 And drive thy foes away. 
 
 HYMN 106, c. m. 
 
 1 QH if my foul was form’d for woe, r 
 w How would I vent my ftghs ! 
 Repentance fhould like rivers flow 
 
 From both my lire anting eyes. 
 
 2 ’Twas for my fins, my dearefl Lord 
 
 Hung on the curbed tree, 
 
 And groan’d away a dying life, 
 
 For thee, my foul, for thee. 
 
 3 0 how I hate thole lulls of mine 
 
 That crucify’d my God ; ‘ ? Vv * 
 
 Thole fins that pierc’d and nail’d his flefh 
 i* all to the fatal wood! : ' 
 
2 
 
 Rook II. HYMN CV11. 
 
 I t m Redeemer, they shall die, 
 
 i My heart hamfo decreed- 
 
 Nor will I i'pare the g m,t y * il '" ss 
 That made my Saviour bleed. 
 
 5 Wliilft with a-melting broken heart 
 
 My murder’d Lord 1 view, 
 
 I’ll raife revenge agamft my lins > 
 And flay the mtrrd’rers too. 
 
 hymn lor, 
 
 VT 
 
 1 rpHAT awful day will furely come, 
 
 I tv appointed hour makes haite.. 
 When I mu ft ftand before my Judge, 
 And pafs the foUmn teft. 
 
 2 Thou lovely chief of all my joys, 
 
 Thou fov’ reign of my heart, _ 
 
 How could I bear to hear thy voice 
 Pronounce the found, 4 depat t . 
 
 3 The thunder of that di final word 
 
 Would fo torment my ear, 
 
 ’Twould tear my foul affunder, Lota. 
 With moil tormenting fear. 
 
 4 What, to be baniil'Al for my life? 
 
 And yet forbid to die ? 
 
 To linger in eternal pain, 
 
 Yet death for ever fly 1 
 
 R 
 
v ~ v : uctie or aeep aeipair, 
 
 To fee my God remove. 
 
 And fix my doleful liation where 
 I mufi; not tafte his love. 
 
 6 Jefus ! I throw my arms around. 
 
 And hang upon thy breait ; 
 Without a gracious fmile from thee 
 My fpirit cannot reft. 
 
 7 O 1 tell me that my worthlefs name 
 
 Is graven on thy hands ; 
 
 Shew me fiome promife in thy book. 
 Where my lalvation Hands? 
 
 > Give me one kind alluring word. 
 
 To fink my fears again ; 
 
 And cheerfully my fbuHball wait 
 Her threeicore years and ten. 
 
 HYMN 108, C M. 
 
 ^OME, let us lift our joyful eyes 
 Up to the courts above, 
 
 And fmile to lee our Father there 
 Upon a throne of love. 
 
 Once ’twas a feat of dreadful wrath, 
 And fhot devouring flame : 
 
 Our God appear’d confuming fire, 
 And veng’ance was his name. 
 
BU-tft HYMNCIX. 
 
 3 Rich were the drops of] eiu,' blood, » 
 
 K That calm’d his frowning pee 
 That fprmkled o’er the burning throne 
 And turn’d the wrath to grace. 
 
 4 Now we may bow before his feet, 
 
 And venture near the Kora, 
 
 No fiery cherub guards his leal, 
 
 Nor double flaming 1-wovd. 
 
 5 The peaceful gates of heav’nly bhfs 
 
 Are open’d by the Son ; 
 
 Ilig-h let us raiie our notes of praiie, 
 
 And reach th’ almighty throne. 
 
 6 To thee ten thoufand thanks we bring. 
 
 Great Advocate on high; 
 
 And glory to the eternal King, 
 
 That lays his fury by. 
 
 HYMN 109, t. 
 
 \ t OLD, we adore thy vaft defigns, 
 
 L Th» obfcuve abyfs of Providence, 
 Too deep to found with mortal lines. 
 Too dark to view with feeble ienie, 
 
 2 Now thou array’ft thine awful face 
 In angry frowns, without a lmile ; 
 \V e> thro’ the cloud, helievedhy grace) 
 Secure of thy companion {lilt: 
 
HYMN m. Book II, 
 
 3 Thro* Teas and ilorms of deep diltrefs 
 
 \v e fail by faith and not by fight; c" 
 faith guides us in the wildernefs, ' * 
 Thro' all the briars, and the night; ^ 
 
 •1 Dear Father, if thy lifted rod 
 o Refolve to fcourge'us here below, ;r 
 Still we mull lean upon o\tr God, 
 
 .Thine arm flia.ll bea.r us lately through 5 
 
 HYMN 110, s m. 
 
 AND mult this body die ? 
 
 This mortal frame decay ? ' 
 
 And mult thefe a&ive limbs of mine 
 Lie mouldring in the clay ? » 
 
 Corruption, earth, and worms, 
 ^ Shall but refine this fiefh, 
 
 Till my triumphant fpirit comes 
 To put it on. afrefln 
 
 God mv Redeemer lives, 
 
 And often from the Ikies 
 Looks down, and watches all my dtfft, 
 d ill he (hall bid it rife. 
 
 Array’d in glorious grace 
 Shall thele vile bodies (bine, 
 And ev ry (haps, and ev’ry face 
 Rook heav’nly and divine. 
 
Book II. HYMN CXI. 
 
 5 Thefe lively hopes we owe 
 
 Z' A 1 * _I «r ¥ • 
 
 To Jefus’ dying' love 
 We would adore his grace belo w, . 
 
 And ling his power above- 
 
 Dear Lord, accept the praife 
 Of thefe our humble for.gs, 
 
 Till tunes of nobler founds we raife 
 With our immortal tongues. 
 
 HYMN 111, c. M. 
 
 Z ION rejoice, and Judah fing, 
 
 The Lord a Humes his throne *, 
 
 Come, let us own the heav’nly King, 
 
 And make his glories known. 
 
 The great, the wicked, and the proud. 
 From their high feats are hurl d ; 
 Jehovah rides upon a cloud, 
 
 And thunders thro’ the world. 
 
 He reigns upon th’ eternal hills, 
 
 Diftributes mortal crowns; 
 
 Empires are fix’d beneath his fmiles, 
 
 And totter at his frowns. 
 
 [ Navies, that rule the ocean wide, 
 
 Are vanquilh’d at his breath ; 
 
 And legions arm’d with pow’r. and pride, 
 Defcend to wat,ry death. 
 
 
HYMN CXII. I Bock II,i 
 Let tyrants make no more pretence zoj, l 
 
 JL; J 6 0l] r happy land ; jy/ 
 
 Jehovah’s name is our defence, hnsE 
 Our buckler is his hand,' • i\$i* 
 
 0 Long may the King our fov’reign live, 
 
 To rule us by his word ; 
 
 And all the honors he can give 
 Be offer’d to the Lord. 
 
 HYMN 112, t>. M . 
 
 ^ God! to what a glorious height 
 
 . Hall thou advanc’d the Lord thy Son ! 
 Angels, in all their robes of light; 
 
 Are made the fervants of his throne. 
 
 J Before his feet thine armies wait, 
 
 And fwift as flames of fire they move, 
 
 I o manage his affairs of Hate, 
 
 In works of veng’ance and of love. 
 
 5 His orders run through all the hofts 5 $ 
 
 Legions deicend at his command. 
 
 To fliield and guard our coafts. 
 
 When foreign rage invades the land. 
 
 4 ' No ^ v th ey are fent to guide our feet 
 Up to the gates of thine abode, 
 
 I hrough all the dangers that we meet 
 la travelling the heavenly road. 
 
BAhkll. HYMN CXII.I! 359 
 
 - Lord when I leave this mortal ground, 
 
 3 And ’thou (halt bid me rife and come s . 
 Send a beloved angel down 
 gjfe to condua my fptht home. 
 
 w | HYMN 113, 
 
 t rriHE majefty of Solom 
 
 I How glorious to behold. 
 
 The fervants waiting round the throne, 
 The iv’ry and the gold. 
 
 3 But, mighty God ! thy palace fliines 
 With far fupenor beams; 
 
 Thine angel-guards are fw i ft as w i , 
 
 Thy minifters are flames. 
 
 ; 3 Soon as thine only Son had made 
 His entrance on the earth, 
 
 A fhining army downward fled 
 To celebrate his birth. 
 
 4 And when opprefs’d with pains and fears : 
 
 On the cold ground he lies, 
 
 Behold a heavenly form appears, 
 
 T’ allay his agonies. 
 
 5 Now to the hands of Chrift our King, 
 
 Are all their legions gtv’n : 
 
 They wait uponhis faints, and bring, 
 His chofen heirs to heav’n. 
 
6 
 
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 v;aiv. 
 
 Pieafure andpraife run thro’ their hoiLA 
 1 o iee a firmer turn ; r ' t ; >]7? 
 
 i hen»Satan, hasa captive loft j 0 t 
 A nd Chrifi a fubjedi born. r r 
 
 But there's an hour of brighter joy 
 When he his angels fends * . ,> 
 Obitinate rebels to deftroy. 
 
 And gather in his friends. 
 
 :> O ! could Ifav without a doubt. 
 There fhajl my foul be found; 
 Then let the great archangel fhout, 
 And the laft trumpet found. 
 
 HYMN 114, e. m. 
 
 1 T SING my Saviour's wond’rous deaths 
 He conquer'd when he feel; 
 
 Mis finifh’d, faid his dying breath, 
 Andfhook the gates of hell. 
 
 ■* 1 * * * S is finish'd,' our Immanuel cries, ^ 
 The dreadful work is done; 
 
 Hence (hall his fov'reign throne arife, 
 
 His kingdom is begun. 
 
 S His crofs a fure foundation laid 
 For glory and renown. 
 
 When thro' th e regions of the dead H 
 
 He pais d to reach the crown. 
 

 
 ml ii HYMNCXV. 
 
 halted at his Father’s fide 
 
 fo heaven and hell his bauds divide 
 The veng’ance or reward, 
 rhe faints from his propitious eye 
 Await their fev’ral crowns 
 And all the fons of darkneis fly 
 The terror of his frowns. 
 
 HYMN 115, c. M. 
 
 ttIGH as the heavens above the ground 
 H. Reiens the Creator, God; 
 
 Wide as the whole creation’s bound. 
 Extends his awful rod. 
 
 Let princes of exalted ftate 
 
 To him afcribe their crown, ^ 
 
 Render their homage at his tee , 
 k„a +Vtp’tr crlories down. 
 
2 
 
 262 HYMN CXVI,' XVII.H Books* 
 
 6 Ye judges of the earth be wife, I 
 
 And think of heaven with fear ; oH 
 The meaneft faint that you defpife 
 Has an avenger there. A 
 
 HYMN 116, c. m. ,#r j 
 
 1 JT OW can 1 with &ch a prop 
 ±X As my eternal God, 
 
 Who bears the earth’s huge pillars up, 
 And fpreads the heav’ns abroad ? 
 
 How can I die while Jefus lives. 
 
 Who rofe and left the dead ? 
 
 Paidon and grace my foul receives 
 From mine exalted head. 
 
 3 All that I am, and all I have, • 
 
 Shall be forever thine ; 
 
 What’er my duty bids me give, 
 
 My cheerful hands refign. 
 
 4 Yet if I might make fome referve, "s c 
 
 And duty did not call, 
 
 I love my God with zeal fo great 
 That I Ihould give him all. 
 
 HYMN 117, l. m. 
 
 * X bear thine abfence, Lord; 
 
 My life expires if thou depart; 
 
 He thou, my heart dill near my God, l 
 And thou, my God, be near my heart. 
 
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 ,ok litf HYMN CXVI.II, XIX. 
 
 I was not born for earth or fin, _ 
 
 Nor can I live on things fo vile . 
 v „. I will (lay mv Father s time. 
 
 And hope and wait for heav n aw 1 e. 
 
 Then deareft Lord, in thine embrace 
 Let me refign my fleeting breath s 
 And with a fmile upon my face, 
 
 Pafs the important hour of dea.h. 
 
 HYMN 118. i- M - . . . 
 
 LOO© has a voice to pierce the Ikies; 
 
 U Revenge, the blood of Abel cries: 
 
 But thedear llream, when Chnft was flat , 
 Speaks peace as loud from ev'ry vein. 
 
 Pardon and peace from God on high : 
 
 Behold lie lays his veng ance by: 
 
 And rebels that deferve his fword. 
 
 Become the fav’rites of the Lord. 
 
 To Jefiis let our praifes rife, 
 
 Who gave his life a facrifice : 
 
 Now he appears before his God, . • 
 And, for our pardon, pleads his blood. 
 
 HYMN 119, c m. 
 t ADEN with guilt, and full of fears, 
 
 A- 1 I fly to thee, my Lord, 
 
 And not a glimpfe of hope appears, 
 
 ,1 Bu 
 
HYMN CXX. 
 
 Book II 
 
 2 The volume of my Father’s grace 
 
 The pearl of price unknown ; 
 
 That merchant is divinely wife 
 Who makes the pearl his own. 
 
 4 Here confecrafed waters flow 
 
 To quench my thirft of lin j 
 
 Here the fair tree of knowledge grows, 
 
 Nor danger dwells therein. 
 
 5 This is the judge that ends the ftrife, 
 
 Where wit and reafon fail • 
 
 My guide to everlalting life 
 Thro’ all this gloomy vale. 
 
 6 O! may thy counfels, mighty God! 
 
 My roving feet command 
 Nor I forfake the happy road 
 That leads to thy right hand. 
 
 HYMN 120, s. m. 
 
 ^ £*ord declares his will 
 
 And keeps the world in awe ; 
 Amidlt the fmoke on Sinai’s hill 
 Breaks out his fi’ry law. 
 
Jfa 
 
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 , p k II. hymn cxx. 
 
 ^ ,v tie Lord reveals his face, ? 
 
 An a {ltfflnvfc from above. 
 
 Sends down the Gofpel of his giace, 
 
 Th* epiftle* of his love. 
 
 Thefe facved words impart 
 Osr Maker’s juft commands : 
 
 The pity of his melting heart. 
 
 And veng’ance of his hands. 
 
 i Hence we awake our fear, 
 
 We draw our comfort heiK f/ 
 
 The arms of grace are treaiur d here. 
 
 And armour of defence. 
 
 We learn Chrift crucify’d, - > 
 
 And here behold his blood ; 
 
 All arts and knowledges betide 
 Will do us little good. 
 
 !> We read the heav’nly word, 
 
 We take the offer’d grace. 
 
 Obey the llatutes of the Lord, 
 
 And trull his pro miles. 
 
 7 In vain fltall Satan rage 
 
 Aeaintl a book divine, 
 
 Where wrath and lightning guard the pag * « 
 
 Where beams of mercy kune. 
 
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 'MM' 
 
 
 26S HYMN CXXI, II. Book H 
 
 HYMN 121, c. m. 
 
 ^ :r pHE law commands, and makes us know 
 What duties to our God we owe 
 But his the Gofpel mu ft reveal v A 
 
 Where lies our flrength to do his will*;: J 
 ~ The law discovers guilt and fin, 
 
 And fhevvs how vile .our hearts have been; 
 Only the gofpel canexprefs 
 Forgiving love and cleaniing grace. 
 
 o What curfes doth the law denounce 
 AgainfL the man that falls but once ! 
 
 But in the gofpel Chrift appears, 
 Fard’ning the guilt of num’rous years, 
 
 4 My foul, no more attempt to draw 
 1 hy life and comfort from the law ; 
 
 ly to the hope the Gofpel gives : 
 
 The man that trails the promife lives. 
 
 HTMN 122, l. m. :■,// ; 
 
 1 M Y permit me not to be 
 
 A llranger to myfelf and thee ; 
 Amidil a thoufand thoughts I rove, 
 Forgetful of my higheft love. 
 
 2 Why fiiould my paflions mix with earth. 
 And thus debafe my heavenly birth ? f 
 Why fhould I cleave to things below, 
 
 And let my God, my Saviour go? 
 
,0k II’. HYMN CXX1II. 
 
 rall me away from flefc and fenfe; 
 
 L fov’reign word can draw me thence.: 
 
 1 would obey the voice divine, 
 
 And all inferior joys reiign. 
 
 Be earth with all her fc?nes withdrawn ; 
 
 Let noife and vanity be gone, 
 
 In fecret filence of the mind, , 
 
 My heav’n, and there my God, I find. 
 
 HYMN 123, l. m. 
 
 I a W AY from ev’ry mortal care, 
 
 A Away from earth, our fouls retreat % 
 
 We leave this worthlefs world afar. 
 
 And wait and worfiiip near thy ieat. 
 
 [ Lord in the temple of thy grace ^ ; 
 
 We fee thy feet, and we adore; 
 
 We e:aze upon thy lovely face, 
 
 And learn the wonders of thy pow r, 
 
 3 While here our various wants we mourn* 
 United groans afcend on high ; 
 
 And prayer hears a quick return 
 Of.bleffings in variety. 
 
 1 If Satan rage and fin grow ftrong, ^ 
 
 Here we receive fome cheering word , 
 
 We gird the Gofpel-armour on, 
 
 To fight the battles of the Lord. 
 
Book II, 
 
 ttYwm cxmv. 
 
 5 Or if our fpint faints and dies. 
 
 Our conicience gall'd with inward ftings, 
 Here doth ihe righteous fan arife 
 
 W i th li e aii n g be am s bene a th h i s w-i ngs. 
 
 6 Father! my foul would ft ill abide 
 
 Within thy temple near thv fide i 
 But if my feet muft hence depart, 
 
 Still keep thy dwelling in my heart. * 
 
 HYMN 124, G . m. 
 
 \ >rpis not the law of ten commands. 
 
 On holy Sinai giv’n, 
 
 Or fent to men by Mofes* hands, 
 
 Can bring us fafe to heav’n. 
 
 2 ’Tisnot the blood which Aaron fpilt, 
 
 Nor fmoke of fweeteft fmell, 
 
 Can buy a pardon for our guilt, 
 
 Or fave our fouls from hell. 
 
 Aaron the prieftrefigns his breath 
 At God’s immediate will; 
 
 And in the defert yields to death 
 Upon th* appointed hill. 
 
 4 And thus on Jordan’s vonder fide 
 The tribes of Ifr’el ftand, 
 
 While Mofes bow’d his head and dyM 
 Short of the promis’d land. 
 
 o 
 
 O 
 
Ifr’el rejoice, now j ouiu* • 
 
 He’ll bring your tribes to rett; 
 
 So far the Saviour’s name exceeds- 
 The Ruler and the Prieit* 
 
 HYMN 125, n. m. 
 
 | T IFE and immortal joys are S ,v '* , 
 
 L xo fouls that mourn the hns they \e 
 
 done \ 
 
 Children of wrath, made heirs of hcav n 
 
 By faith in God’s eternal Son. 
 
 ; Woe to the wretch who never felt 
 " The inward pangs of pious grief. 
 
 But adds to all his crying guilt 
 The ftubborn (In of unbelief. 
 
 3 The law Condemns the rebel dead, 
 
 Under the wrath of God he lies ; 
 
 He feals the curfe on lus own head. 
 
 And with a double veng’ance dies. 
 
 HYMN 126, c m. 
 
 1 rpHR Lord, defending from above, 
 
 1 Invites his children near; 
 
 While pow’r, and truth, & boundleU love, 
 Difpfay their glories here. 
 
 * Jolhua, the fame with Jefus, and fignifesa 
 
 Saviour. v ■ 
 
2?0 HYMN CXXVIL Book II. 
 
 2 Here, in thy gofpel’s wond’rous frame, 
 
 Frefh wifdom we parfue; 
 
 A t.houfand angels learn thy name. 
 
 Beyond whatever they knew. 
 
 3 Thy name is writ in faired lines, 
 
 Thy wonders here we trace, 
 
 Wifdom thro’ all the myil’ry fhines. 
 
 And Ihines in Jefus* face. 
 
 4 The law its bed obedience owes 
 
 To our incarnate God! 
 
 And thy revenging jullice fnows 
 Its honors in his blood. 
 
 5 But Hill the ludre of thy grace 
 
 Our warmer thoughts employs, 
 
 Gilds the whole fcene with brighter rays, 
 And more exalts our joys. 
 
 HYMN 127, l m. 
 
 1 r pHUS did the fons of Abra’m pafs 
 
 ■*- Under the bloody feal of grace; 
 
 The young difciples bore the yoke 
 Till Chrid the painful bondage broke. 
 
 2 By milder ways doth Jefus prove 
 .His Father’s cov’nant, and his love, 
 
 He feals to faints his glorious grace, 
 
 And no: forbids their ir.fant»race. 
 
3 ooklI- 
 
 HYMN CXXV1II. 271 
 
 JUft. **• • • 
 
 Their feed is Tprinkled with his blood, 
 
 Their childrerf'fct apart for God, 
 
 His Spiritbn J their offspring died. 
 
 Like water pddf’d upon the head. 
 
 4 Let ev’ry faint with cheerfnl voice 
 In this large covenant rejoice. 
 
 Young children in their early days 
 S h a U give the God of Abra’m praiie. 
 
 • .° . / ijv* ■)' r A.. • - - - * • * 
 
 HYMN 1?B c. m. 
 
 1 T)JESS’D with the joys.of innocence 
 13 A dam our father fiood. 
 
 Till he debas’d his foul to fenfe, t 
 And eat th’ unlawful food. 
 
 2 Now we are born a fenfual race, 
 
 Toiinful joys inclin'd j 
 Rea ton, bath loll its native place, 
 
 And f(eih enflaves the mind. 
 
 3 \Vbile flcbT, and fenfe, and paifion reigns, 
 
 Sin is the fweeteft good; 
 
 We fancy mufic in our chains, 
 
 And fo forget the load. 
 
 4 Great God ! renew our ruin’d frame, 
 
 Our broken pow’rs reftore : 
 i Infpire us with a heav’nly flame, 
 
 And fldffi (hall reign no more. 
 
 * .-v ... • i *zrfj A :• 
 
272 HYMN GXXIX, XXX. 
 
 * 1 v * A i* * J jt? »'A ^ i- A A. -t 
 
 5 Eternal Spirit! writs thy- law 
 Upon our inward.parts. 
 
 And let the feeond Adam draw 
 His image on our hearts. 
 
 HYMN 129, l. m-. 
 
 1 ,r T 1 IS by the faith of j oys to come 
 
 We walk thro’ defarts dark as night, 
 Till we arrive at he a v In,, our. Home, - 
 Faith is our guide, and faith our light. 
 
 ' v r yji . 
 
 2 The want ofTight.{lie well fuppjiea. 
 
 She make$ the pearly gates appear* 
 
 Far into diftant worlds ftie juries, 
 
 And brings eternal glories near. 
 
 3 Cheerful we tread the defart through. 
 
 While faith infpires a heav’nly ray, 
 Tho’ lions roar,, and tempefts blow , 
 Andropks and dangers fill the way. 
 
 * ; • ; i i ' i * 1 . ’ 
 
 4 So Abra’m, by divine, command, . 
 
 Left his own houfe to walk With.Qotl, 
 His faith beheld the promis’d land, 
 
 And fir’d his. zeal along the road. 
 
 HYMN 130, c. x. 
 
 1 A TTEND, while God’s exalted Son 
 -L*- Doth his owmgiories fhew : 
 
 * Behold, 1 fit upon my throne, 
 
 * Creating all things new. 
 

 Book H. HYMN eXXXl. 
 
 o < Nauive and Bn are palVd away, 
 
 < And the old Adam dies; 
 
 < Mv hands a new foundation lay; 
 
 i gee the new world arife \<-> i y L' 
 
 5 * I’ll be a fun of right eon fnefs 
 
 (To the newheav’n’s I make; :J - 
 ‘ None but the new-born heirs of grace 
 
 < ]viy glories (hall partake.* 
 
 4 Mighty Redeemer! fet me free 
 
 From my old Hate of fin : 
 
 0 , make my foul alive to thee; ; 
 
 Create new pow’rs within. 
 
 5 Renew mine eyes* and form mine ears, 
 
 And mould my heart afrefii, 
 
 Give me new paffiohs, joys, and fears, - 
 And turn the ft one to fieih. 
 
 6 Far from the regions of the dead, 
 
 From fin, and earth, and hell; 
 
 In the new world that grace has made 
 I would for ever dwelt. 
 
 HYMN 131 ? if. 
 
 1 T ET everlaftfng glories crown / 
 
 k' Thy bead, my Saviour and my Lora 
 Thy hands have brought falvation down, 
 And writ the bleifings in thy word. 
 
 
'2 H HYMN CXXXII, Bpok IL 
 
 2 What if we trace the globe around, * 
 And fearch from Britain to Japan, 
 
 There, fhall be no religion found A 
 So julb to God, fo ! fafe to man. 
 
 3 In vain tine trembling confcience feeks » ?> 
 Some folid ground to red upon*' ? 
 
 With long defpair the fpirit breaks. 
 
 Till we apply to Ghrill alone. 
 
 4 How well thy blefifed truths agree! \ 
 How wife and holy thy commands ! 
 
 'Bhy promifes, how firm they be ) 
 
 How firm our hope and comfort Hands ! 
 
 5 Not the feign’d fields of heath’niOi blifs 
 
 Could raife fueh pleafures in the mind 5 
 Nor does the Turkifir Faradife ;;i 
 
 Pretend to joys fo welt lefin’d. 
 
 6 Should all the forms that men devil^ 
 
 A {fault my faith with treach’rous art, 
 
 I’d call them vanity and lies, 
 
 And bind the Gofpel to my heart. 
 
 I IIYMN 132, c. m. 
 
 1 TX7E blefs the Prophet of the Lord, 
 
 * ' That comes with truth and gracfe; 
 jefuS, thy Spirit and thy word 
 Shall lead us in thy ways* 
 
 * % 
 
Book II. HYMN CXXXIII. 
 
 9 Wc rev’rence our Uigh-prieft above, 
 Who offer’d up bis blood, 
 
 And lives to carry on his love, 
 
 By pleading with our God. 
 
 3 We honor our exalted King; 
 
 How fweet are his commands . 
 
 He guards our fouls from hell and fm 
 By his Almighty hands. 
 
 4 Ho fauna to his glorious name. 
 
 Who faves by diff’rent ways , 
 
 His mercies lay a fov’ reign claim 
 To our immortal praife. 
 
 IIYMN 153, t.. m. 
 
 1 tTERNAL Spirit! we confefs 
 
 Hi And fing the wonders of thy grace; 
 Thy pow’r conveys ourbleffings down 
 From God the Father and the Son. 
 
 2 Enlighten’d by thine heav’nly ray, 
 
 Our (hades and darknefs turn to day. 
 Thine inward teachings make us know 
 Our danger and our refuge too. 
 
 3 Thv pow’r and glory work within. 
 
 And break the chains of reigning tin, 
 Do our imperious lulls fubdue, 
 
 And form oqi* wretched hearts a 
 
P m HYMN CXXXIV, V. Book W 
 
 4 The troubled confcience knows thy voice} 
 Thy cheering words awake our joys, 
 
 Thy words allay the liormy wind, M 
 And calm the furges of the mind. 
 
 HYMN 134, c m. 
 
 1 HPHE promife was divinely free, 
 
 A Extenfive was the grace; 
 
 4 I will the God of Abra’m be, 
 
 * And of his numerous race* 
 
 2 He faid, and with a bloody feal 
 
 Confirm’d the words he fpoke, 
 
 Long did the fens of Abra’m feel 
 The lharp and painful yoke. 
 
 3 Till God’s own Son, defeending low, 
 
 Gave his own Hefli to bleed; 
 
 And Gentiles taile the blelfings now, 
 
 From the hard bondage freed. 
 
 4 The God of Abra’mxlaims our praife$ 
 
 His promifes endure: 
 
 And Chrifi the Lord in gentler wavs 
 Makes the falvation fure. 
 
 HYMN 135, jl. m. 
 
 1 BEHOLD the womans promis’d feed- 
 Behold the great Meffiah come ! 
 Behold the prophets all agreed 
 Fo give him the fuperior room! 
 
Baok II. HYMN CXXXVI. H Wt. 
 
 2 Abra’m, the faint, rejoic’d of old 
 * when vifions of the Lord he faw ; 
 
 Mofes, the man of God, foretold 
 This great Fulfiller of his law. 
 
 S The types bore witnefs to his name, 
 Obtain’d their shief defign, and ceas’d s 
 The incenfe, and the bleeding lamb. 
 
 The ark, the altar, and the prieit. 
 
 4 Predi&ions in abundance meet 
 To join their bleffings on his head : 
 
 Jefus, we worth ip at thy feet, 
 
 And nations own the promis’d feed. 
 
 HYMN 136, t. m. 
 
 1 ‘T'HE King of glory fends his Son 
 
 I To make his entrance on this earth $ 
 Behold the midnight bright as noon, 
 
 And heav’nly hods declare his birth ! 
 
 2 About the young Redeemer’s head 
 
 ~ What wonders and what glories meet! 
 
 An unknown liar arofe, and led 
 The eaftern fages to his feet. 
 
 3 Simeon and Anna both confpire 
 The Infant-Saviour to proclaim. 
 
 Inward they felt the lacred lire, 
 
 And blefs’d the babe, and own’d his name. 
 
2?8 HYMN CXXXVII, VIII. Book II. 
 
 4 Let Jews and Greeks blafpheme aloud, 
 And treat the holy child with fcorn, 
 
 Our fouls adore tlT eternal God, 
 
 Who condefcended to be born. 
 
 HYMN 13?, l. m. 
 
 ^ HOLD, the blind their fight receive ! 
 Behold the dead awake and live ! 
 
 The dumb fpeak wonders, and the lame 
 Leap like the heart, and bless his name. 
 
 •3 Thus doth th* eternal Spirit own 
 And feal the million of the Son : 
 
 The Father vindicates his caufe, 
 
 YYhiie he hangs bleeding on the crofs. * 
 
 o He dies; the heav’ns in mourning flood; 
 He riles and appears a God: 
 
 Behold the Lord afcendirtg high, 
 
 No more to bleed, no more to die! 
 
 4 Hence, and forever from my heart, 
 
 I bid my doubts and fears depart ; 
 
 And to thofe hands my foul relign 
 Which bear credentials fo divine. 
 
 HYMN 138, l. m. 
 
 1 'Y'HIS is the word of truth and love, 
 Sent to the nations from above ; 
 Jehovah here refoives to fhew 
 What his almighty grace can do. 
 
 / 
 
Book II. HYMN CXXXIX. 279 
 
 2 This remedy did wildom find, 
 
 To heal difeafes of the mind; 
 
 This fov’reign balm, whofe virtues Can 
 Re ft ore the ruin’d creature, man. 
 
 3 The Gafpel bids the dead revive; 
 
 Sinners obey the voice, and live : 
 
 l)ry bones are raif’d, and cloth d afreua. 
 And lie arts of done are turn’d to flefti. 
 
 4 [Where Satan reign’d in mades of night* 
 The Gofpel itrikes a heav’nly light; 
 
 Our 1 ufts its wond’rous pow’r controuls, 
 And calms the rage of angry fouls. J 
 
 5 [Lions and beads of lavage name 
 Put on the nature of the Lamb ; 
 
 While the wide world efteenrs it ftiange. 
 Gaze, and admire, and hate the change. 
 
 6 May but this grace my foul renew ; 
 
 Let finners gaze, and hate me too ; 
 
 The word that faves me does engage 
 A lure defence from all their rage. 
 
 HYMN 139, l. m. 
 
 1 A/TY dear redeemer and my Lord! 
 l\x j read my duty in thy word; 
 
 But in thy life the law appears 
 Drawn out in living characters* 
 
280 HYMN CXL. Book It. 
 
 2 Such was thy truth, and fuch thy zeal, 
 Such deference to thy father’s will; 
 
 Such love, and meeknefs fo divine, - 
 
 1 would tranfcribe, and make them mine. 
 
 3 Cold mountains and the midnight air 
 Witnefs’d the fervour of thy pray’r; : * 
 
 , The defert thy temptations knew, 
 
 Thy conflict, and thy vift’ry too. 
 
 4 Be thou my pattern; make me bear 
 More of thy gracious image here ; 
 
 Then God the Judge fhall own my name 
 Amongft the follow’rs of the Lamb. 
 
 HYMN 140, c. m. 
 
 t TLlYE me the wings of faith to rife 
 Within the veil, and fee 
 The faints above, how great their joys. 
 How bright their glories be. 
 
 2 Once they were mourning here below, 
 
 And wet their couch with tears; 
 
 They wreftled hard, as we do now. 
 
 With fins, and doubts, and fears, 
 
 3 I alk them whence their vi&’ry came l 
 
 They with united breath 
 Afcribe their conqueft to the Lamb, 
 
 Their triumph to his death. 
 
HYMN CXLI. 
 
 Book.lk 
 
 4 They mark’d, the footfteps that lie trod, 
 
 (His zeal infpir’d their breaft:) 
 
 And following their incarnate God, • 
 Poffeis the promis’d reif » 
 
 5 Our glorious Leader claims our praife 
 
 For his own pattern giv’n, 
 
 While the long cloud of witnefles 
 Shew the fame path to heav’n. 
 
 HYMN 141, c. M. 
 
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 1 T\/f Y Saviour God, my Sov’reign-Frincg, 
 W Reigns far above the ikies! 
 
 But brings his graces down to ienfe, 
 
 And helps my faith to rile. 
 
 2 My eyes and ears fhall blefshis name, 
 
 They read and hear his word: 
 
 My touch and taiie fhall do the lame. 
 When they receive the Lord. 
 
 3 B anti final water is defign’d 
 
 To feal his cleanfing grace, . * 
 
 While at his feait of bread and wine 
 He gives his iaints a place* 
 
 4 But not the waters of a flood 
 
 Can make my fleih io clean, 
 
 Asbv his Spirit and his blood 
 He’ll wafh my foul from fuv 
 
282 HYMN CXLII. Book II. 
 
 * : r 
 
 5 Not choiceft meats or noble ft wines 
 
 So much my heart refrefh, 
 
 As when my faith goes thro* the Tigris, 
 
 And feeds upon his fleih. 
 
 6 I love the Lord, who ftoops lb low 
 
 To give his word a feal: j> 
 
 But the rich grace his hands bellow 
 Exceeds the figures ftilb 
 
 HYMN 142, s 
 
 ^ \TOT alt the bloodbf beafts 
 
 On Jewifh altars Haiti, < 
 
 Could give the guilty confidence peace, 
 
 Or wafh away the ftain. 
 
 2 But Chrift the heav’nly Lamb 
 Takes ail our fins away ; 
 
 A lacrifice of nobler name, 
 
 And richer blood than they. 
 
 My faith would lav her hand 
 On that dear head of thine, ’ ? 1 
 While like a penitent I Hand, 
 
 And there confefs my fin. 
 
 My foul looks back to fee 
 The burdens thou didil bear 1 
 
 When hanging on the curfed tree, 
 
 And hopes her guilt was there. 
 
 4 
 
Book II. HYMN CXLIII, IV. 
 
 Believing we rejoice 
 To fee the curfe remove; 
 
 Weblefs the Lamb with cheerful voice, 
 And fing his bleeding love. 
 
 HYMN 143, c. m. 
 
 1 WHAT diff’ rentpowTs of grace and fin 
 VV Attend our mortal hate ! 
 
 I hate the thoughts that work within* 
 
 And do the works I hate. 
 
 2 Now I complain, and groan, and die, 
 
 While fin and Satan reign : 
 
 Now raife my fongs of triumph high, 
 
 For grace prevails again. 
 
 3 Sodarknefs flruggles with the light, 
 
 Till perfed day arife ; 
 
 Water and fire maintain the fight. 
 
 Until the weaker dies. 
 
 4 Thus will the flefii and fpirit ftrive, 
 
 And vex and break my peace ; 
 
 But 1 (hall quit this mortal life. 
 
 And fin for ever ceafe. 
 
 HYMN 144, l. m. 
 
 * s 
 
 1 O RE AT was the day, the joy was great, 
 ^ When the divine difciples met; 
 Wbilfton their heads the Spirit came, 
 
 And fat like tongues of cloven flame. 
 
284 HYMN CXLV. Book IL 
 
 2 What gifts, what miracles he gave ! 
 Andpow’rto kill, and pow’r to fave ! 
 Furnifh’d their tongues with wond*rons 
 
 words, 
 
 Inftead of fhields, and fpears, and fwords. 
 
 3 Thus arm'd, he fent the champions forth, 
 From eaft to weft, from fouth to north : 
 
 * Go, and aflert your Saviour’s caufe, 
 
 4 Go, fpread the myft'ry of hiscrofs.* 
 
 4 Thefe weapons of the holy war, 
 
 Of what almighty force they are 
 To make our ftubborn pallions bow, 
 
 And lay the proudeft rebel low! 
 
 5 Nations, the learned and the rude, 
 
 Are by thefe heav’nly arms fubdu’d; 
 While satan rages at his lofs, 
 
 And hates the do&rine of the crofs. 
 
 6 Great King of grace ! my heart fubdue; 
 
 I would be led in triumph too, 
 
 A willing captive to my Lord, 
 
 And fing the vi&’ries of his word. 
 
 HYMN 145, c. m. 
 
 1 T LOVE the windows of thy grace, 
 
 A Thro' which my Lord is feen, 
 
 And long to meet my Saviour’s face, 
 Without a glafs between. 
 
Book'll- HYMN CXI-.VI. 235 
 
 2 0, that the happy hour were come, 
 
 To change my faith to fight! 
 
 I (hall behold my Lord at home 
 
 In a diviner light. 
 
 8 II a fie, my Beloved, and remove 
 Thefe interpofmg days; 
 
 ' Then (hall my paffions all be love, 
 
 And all my pow’rs be praife. 
 
 HYMN 146, l. M. 
 
 1 ]\/r AN hath a foul of Vaft defires. 
 
 iVJL burns within with reftlefs fire$b 
 Toft to and fro his paffions fly 
 From vanity to vanity. 
 
 2 In vain oh earth we hope to And 
 " Some folid good to fill the mind : 
 
 We try new pleasures, but we feel 
 The inward third and torment dill. 
 
 3 So When a raging fever burns. 
 
 We (hift from fide to fide by turns; 
 
 And ’tis a poor relief we gain, 
 
 To change the place, but keep the pain, 
 
 4 Great God! fubdue this vicious third, 
 This love to vanity and dull; 
 
 Cure the vile fever of the mind, 
 
 And feed our fouls with joy* refin'd, 
 
 T 
 
286 HYMN CXLVII. Book II. 
 
 HYMN 147, c. m. 
 
 1 * "VTOW let a fpacious world arife,’ 
 
 Said the Creator-Lord : 
 
 At once th* obedient earth and Ikies 
 Rofe at his lov’reign word. 
 
 2 Dark was the deep; the waters la 7 
 
 Confus’d and drown’d the land : 
 
 He call’d the light ; the new-born da j 
 Attends on his command. 
 
 3 He bids the clouds afcerid on high, 
 
 The clouds afcend, and bear 
 A wat’ry treafure to the fky, 
 
 And float on fofter air. 
 
 4 The liquid element below 
 
 Was gather’d by his hand ; 
 
 The rolling feas together flow, 
 
 And leave the folid land. 
 
 5 With herbs and plants (a flow’ry birth) 
 
 The naked globe he crown’d, 
 
 Ere there was rain to blefs the earth, 
 
 Or fun to warm the ground, 
 
 6 Then he adorn’d the upper (kies; 
 
 Behold the fun appears, 
 
 The moon and ftars in order rife. 
 
 To mark out months and years. 
 
3 ookII. HYMN CXLVIII. 28? 
 
 7 Out of the deep th* almighty King 
 Did vital beings frame. 
 
 The painted fowls of ev’ry wing, 
 
 And iilh of ev’ry name. 
 
 g jj e gave the lion and the worm 
 At once their wond’rous birth, 
 
 And grazing beads of various form 
 Role from the teeming earth. 
 
 9 Adam was fram’d of equal clay, 
 
 Tho* fov’reign of the reft; 
 
 Delign’d for nobler ends than they, 
 
 With God’s own image blefs’d. 
 
 10 Thus glorious in the Maker’s eye 
 
 The young creation Rood, 
 
 He faw the building from on high. 
 
 His word pronounc’d it good. 
 
 11 Lord, while the frame of nature (lands, 
 
 Thy praife (hall fill my tongue : 
 
 But the new world of grace demands 
 A more exalted fong. 
 
 HYMN 148, c. m. 
 
 1 "rvEAREST of all the names above, 
 
 U My Jefus, and my God, 
 
 Who can refill thy hVav’nly l(5ve, 
 
 Or tiide with thy blood ? 
 

 
 
 11 
 
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 283 HYMN CXL1X. Book II, 
 
 .;«o 
 
 2 *Tis by the merits of thy death 
 
 The Father fmiles again; 
 
 ’Tis by thine interceding breath 
 The Spirit dwells with men. 
 
 3 Till Godin human flefh I fee, 
 
 My thoughts no comfort find, 
 
 The holy, juit, and facred Three, 
 
 Are terrors to my mind. 
 
 4 But if Immanuel’s face appear, 
 
 My hope, mv joy begins: 
 
 His name forbids my fiavifli fear. 
 
 His grace removes my (ins. 
 
 5 While Jews on their own law rely, 
 
 And Greeks of wifdom boaft, 
 
 I love th’ incarnate myilery, 
 
 And there I iix my trull. 
 
 HYMN 149, c. M. 
 
 We mortals to thy majediy 
 OurfirH obedience owe. 
 
 2 Our fouls adore thy throne fup rente, 
 And blefs thy providence 
 For'magi Urates of meaner name, 
 Our glory and defence. 
 
Book II. HYMN CL. 289 
 
 3 The crowns of Zion’s princes fiiine 
 
 With rays above the reft. 
 
 Where laws and liberties combine 
 To make the people blefs’d. 
 
 4 Kingdoms on firm foundations Hand, 
 
 While virtue finds reward, 
 
 And tinners perifh from the land 
 By juilice and the fword, 
 
 5 Let Ccefar’s due be ever paid 
 
 To Casfar and his throne. 
 
 But confciences and fouls were made 
 To be the Lord’s alone. 
 
 HYMN 150, c. m. 
 
 1 CIN hath a thoufand treach’rous arts 
 ^ To pra&ife on the mind, 
 
 With flattering looks (he tempts our hearts. 
 But leaves a fting behind. 
 
 2 With names of virtue (he deceives. 
 
 The aged and the young, 
 
 And while the heedlefs wretch believes, 
 She makes his fetters llrong. 
 
 3 She pleads for all the joys {be brings. 
 
 And gives a fair pretence; 
 
 But cheats the foul of heav’nly things. 
 And chains it down to fenfft 
 
 
Book II. 
 
 "290 HYMN CL I, II. 
 
 4 Soon a tree divinely fair 
 Grew the forbidden food, 
 
 Our mother took the poifon there. 
 
 And tainted all her blood. 
 
 HYMN 151, n. M. 
 
 1 r ~P W AS by an order from the Lord, 
 
 A The ancient prophets fpoke his word, 
 His fpirit did their tongues infpire, 
 
 And warm their hearts with heav’nly fire. 
 
 2 The works and wonders which they 
 
 wrought, 
 
 Confirm’d the meffages they brought, 
 
 The prophet’s pen fucceeds his breath, 
 
 To lave the holy words from death. 
 
 3 Great God! mine eyes with pleafure look 
 On the dear volume of thy book; 
 
 There my Redeemer’s face I fee, 
 
 And read his name, who died for me 
 
 4 Let the falfe raptures of the mind 
 Be loft and vanifh in the wind: 
 
 Here I can fix my hope fecure. 
 
 This is thy word, and muft endurel 
 
 HYMN 152, c. m. 
 
 1 to terrors of the Lord, 
 
 The tempeft, fire, and fmoke,- 
 
291 
 
 Book II. HYMN CL11I. 
 
 Not to the thunder of that word 
 Which God on Sinai fpoke; 
 
 2 But we are come to Sion’s hill* 
 
 The city of our God, 
 
 Where milder words declare his will. 
 And fpread his love abroad. 
 
 3 Behold th* innumerable hoft 
 
 Of angels cloth'd in light. 
 
 Behold the fpirits of the juft, 
 
 Who/e faith is turn’d to light! 
 
 4 Behold the blefs'd affembly there, 
 
 Whofe names are writ in heav’n l 
 And God, the judge of all, declares 
 Their vileft fins forgiv'n. 
 
 5 The faints on earth, and all the dead. 
 
 But one communion make ; 
 
 All join in Chrift their living head. 
 And of his grace partake. 
 
 6 In fuch fociety as this 
 
 My weary foul would reft: 
 
 Thejnan that dwells where Jefus is 
 Muft be for ever bleft. 
 
 HYMN 153, c. m. 
 
 1 CIN, like a venomous difeaic# 
 
 ^ Infefts our vital blood: 
 
292 HYMN CLIV. Book II 
 
 The only balm is fov’reign grace. 
 
 And the phyfician God. 
 
 2 Our beauty and our llrength are fled, 
 
 And we draw near to death, 
 
 But Chrift the Lord recalls the dead 
 With his almighty breath. 
 
 2 Madnefs by nature reigns within. 
 
 The paflions burn and rage ; 
 
 Till God’s own Son with lkill divine 
 The inward fire afluage. 
 
 4 We lick the dull, we grafp the wind. 
 And folid good defpife: 
 
 Such is the folly of the mind, 
 
 Till Jefus makes us wife. 
 
 We give our fouls the wounds they feel. 
 We drink the pois’nous gall, 
 
 And rufh with fury down to hell. 
 
 But heav’n prevents the fall. 
 
 6 The man poflefsM among the tombs 
 Cuts his own flefh and cries ! 
 
 He foams and raves till Jefus comes; 
 
 And the foul fpirit flies. 
 
 HYMN 154, l. m. 
 
 * 1 are the mourners,’* faith the 
 
 T T Lord, 
 
 ( That wait and tremble at my word £ 
 
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 Book II. HYMN CLV. 293 
 
 « That walk in darknefs all the day ? 
 
 Come, make my name your trull and Hay, 
 
 No works nor duties of your own 
 Can for the fmalleft fin atone, 
 
 * The robes that nature may provide. 
 Will not your lead pollutions hide. 
 
 The fofteft couch that nature knows 
 Can give the confcience no repofe : 
 
 Look to my righteoufnefs, and live : 
 Comfort and peace are mine to give. 
 
 4 4 Ye fons of pride, that kindle coals 
 t With your own hands to warm your fouls, 
 4 Walk in the light of your own fire, 
 
 4 Eenjoy the fparks that ye defire: 
 
 $ 4 This is your portion at my hands, 
 
 4 Hell waits you with her iron bands; 
 
 < Ye {hall lie down in forrow there, 
 
 4 In death, in darknefs, and defpair.* 
 
 HYMN 155, c. m. 
 
 1 T O, the deftroying angel flies 
 
 To Pharaoh’s ftubborn land ! 
 
 The pride and flow’r of Egypt dies 
 By his vindi&ive hand. 
 
 2 He pafs’d the tents of Jacob o’er, 
 
 Nor pour'd the wrat;h divine, 
 
 * Jfaiah xxviii. 20. 
 
294 HYMN CLVI. Book II. 
 
 He faw the blood on ev’ry door, 
 
 And blefs’d the peaceful fign. 
 
 3 Thus the appointed Lamb muft bleed, 
 
 To break th’ Egyptian yoke, 
 
 Thus Ifr’el is from bondage freed, 
 
 And ’fcapes the angel’s ftroke. 
 
 4 Lord, if my heart were fprinkled too 
 
 With blood fo rich as thine, 
 
 Juftice no longer would purfue 
 This guilty foul of mine. 
 
 •5 Jefus our palfover was (lain, 
 
 And has at once procur’d 
 Freedom from Satan’s heavy chain, 
 
 And God’s avenging fvvord. 
 
 HYMN 156, c. m. 
 
 1 T HATE the tempter and his charms, 
 
 A I hate his flatt’ring breath, 
 
 The ierpent takes a thoufand forms 
 To cheat our fouls to death 
 
 2 He feeds our hopes with airy dreams, 
 
 Or kills with flavilh fear; 
 
 And holds us Hill in wild extremes, 
 Prefumption, or defpair. 
 
 3 Now he perfuades, * How eafy ’tis 
 
 _ walk the road to heav’nl* 
 
Book II. HYMN CLVII. m$ 
 
 Anon he fwells our fins, and cries, 
 
 * They cannot be forgiv’n.' 
 
 4 He bids young fmners, 1 Yet forbear 
 
 ‘To think of God or death: 
 t F or prayer and devotion are 
 « But melancholly breath.* 
 
 5 He tells the aged, 4 They mull die; 
 
 < And ’tis too late to pray ; 
 
 *In vain for mercy now they cry, 
 
 < For they have loft their day.’ 
 
 6 Thus he fupports his cruel throne. 
 
 By mifchief and deceit 
 And drags the fons of Adam down 
 To darknefs and the pit. 
 
 4 Almighty God, cut fhort his pow’r. 
 
 Let him in darknefs dwell; 
 
 And, that he vex the earth no more, 
 Confine him down to hell. 
 
 HYMN 157, c. m. 
 
 1 xjoW Satan comes with dreadful roar, 
 ™ And threatens to deftroy ? 
 
 He worries whom he can’t devour 
 With a malicious joy. 
 
 2 Ye fons of God, oppofe his rage ; 
 
 Refift, and he’ll be gone ; 
 
m HYMN CLVIII. Book U. 
 
 Thqs did our deareft Lord engage, 
 
 And vanquifh him alone. 
 
 3 Now he appears ajmoft divine. 
 
 Like innocence and love ; 
 
 But the old ferpent lurks within 
 When he affumes the dove. 
 
 4 Fly from the fa|fe deceiver’s tongue, 
 
 Ye Tons of Adam, fly; 
 
 Pur parents found the fnare too ftrong, 
 Nor Ihould the children try. 
 
 HYMN 158, l. m. 
 
 3 B R ° AD * s the roac * tliat leac * s t0 death, 
 
 And thoufands walk together there; 
 But wifdom fliows a narrow’r path, 
 
 With here and there a traveller. 
 
 2 * Deny thyfelf, and take thy crofs,’ 
 
 Is the Redeemer’s great command! 
 Nature mull count her gold but drofs, 
 
 If fhe would gain this heav’nly land. 
 
 3 The fearful foul, that tires and faints, 
 
 And walks -he ways of God no more, 
 
 Is but efteem’d almoft a faint, 
 
 And makes his own deftru&ion fure. 
 
 4 Lord let not all my hopes be vain; 
 
 Create my heart entirely new ; 
 
Book II. HYMN CUX. 
 
 Which hypocrites could ne’er attain; 
 Which falfe apoltates never knew. 
 
 HYMN 159, c. m 
 
 1 /''RE AT King of glory and of grade ! 
 ^ We own with humble fharrte, 
 
 How vile is our degen’rate race, 
 
 And oiir firfl father’s narrle. 
 
 2 From Adam flows our tainted blood, 
 
 The poifon reigns within ; 
 
 Makes its averfe to all that’s good, 
 
 And willing flaves to fin. 
 
 3 Daily we break thy holy laws, 
 
 And then reject thy grace : 
 
 Engag’d in the old ferpent’s caufe, 
 Againft our Maker’s face. 
 
 4 We live eftrarlg’d afar from God, 
 
 And love the diftance well; 
 
 With halle we run the dangerous road 
 That leads to death and helU 
 
 5 And can fitch rebels be reftor’d ! 
 
 Such natures made divine 1 
 Let flnr.ers fee thy glory, Lord, 
 
 And feel this pow'r of thine. 
 
 S We raife.our Father’s name on high, 
 Who his own Spirit fends, 
 
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298 HYMN CLX , I. Book II 
 
 To bring rebellious ftrangers nigh, 
 
 And turn his foes to friends. 
 
 HYMN 160, l. m. 
 
 1 T ET the wild leopards of the wood 
 
 Put off the fpots that nature gives; 
 Then may the wicked turn to God, 
 
 And change their tempers and their lives. 
 
 2 As well might Ethiopian Haves 
 
 Wafh out the darknefs of their Ikin ; 
 The dead as well may leave their graves, 
 As old tranfgreffors ceafe to lin. 
 
 3 Where vice has held its empire long, 
 
 'Twill not endure the lealt controul; 
 None but a pow’r divinely ftrong 
 Can turn the current of the foul. 
 
 4 Great God! I own thy pow’r divine, 
 
 That works to change this heart of mine, 
 I would be form’d anew, and blels 
 The wonders of creating grace. 
 
 HYMN 161, c. m. 
 
 1 O TRAIT is the way, the door is firait, 
 
 That leads to joys on high ; 
 
 ’Tis but a few that find the gate, 
 
 While crowds miftake and die. 
 
 2 Beloved felf muff be deny’d. 
 
 The mind and will renew’d. 
 
Book II. HYMN CLXII. 299 
 
 Paffion fupprefs’d, and patience try’d, 
 
 And vain defires fubdu'd. 
 
 3 Flelh is a dang’rous foe to grace, 
 
 Where it prevails and rules; 
 
 Flelli muft be humbled, pride abas'd, 
 
 Left they deftroy our fouls. 
 
 4 The love of gold be banifh’d hence 
 
 (That vile idolatry), 
 
 And ev'ry member, ev’ry fenfe, 
 
 In fweet fubje&ion lie. 
 
 i The tongue, that moft unruly pow*r, 
 Requires a ftrong reftraint: 
 
 We muft be watchful ev’ry hour, 
 
 And pray, but never faint. 
 
 ) Lord! can a feeble helplefs worm 
 Fulfil a talk fo hard ? 
 
 Thy graee muft all my work perform, 
 
 And give the free reward. 
 
 HYMN 162, c. m. 
 
 There fprings of endlefs pleafure rife, 
 The waters never fail. 
 
 2 There I behold with fweet delight 
 The blefied Three in One, 
 
300 HYMN CJLXIII. Book II. 
 
 And ftrong affe&ions fix my fight 
 On God*s incarnate Son. 
 
 3 His promife ftands for ever firm, 
 
 H is grace (hall ne’er depart, 
 
 He binds my name upon his arm. 
 
 And feals it on his heart. 
 
 4 Light are the pains that nature brings. 
 
 How (lion our forrows are ! 
 
 When with eternal, future things, 
 
 The prefent we compare. 
 
 & I would not be a ftranger dill 
 To that celeltial place, 
 
 Where I. for ever hope to dwell* 
 
 Near my Redeemer's face. 
 
 HYMN 163, c. M. 
 
 1 TXEAR Lord! behold our fore diftrefs, 
 ^ Our fins attempt to reign, 
 
 Stretch out thine arm of conquering grace* 
 And let thy foes be fiain. 
 
 2 The lion with his dreadful roar 
 
 Affrights thy feeble fheep : 
 
 Reveal the glory of thy powT, 
 
 And chain him. to the deep. 
 
 o Muff we indulge a long defpair? 
 
 Shall our petitions die \ 
 
Book II. HYMN CLXIV. SOI 
 
 Our mournings never reach thine ear, 
 
 Nor tears affe& thine eye? 
 
 4 If thou defpife a mortal groan, 
 
 Yet hear a Saviour’s blood, 
 
 An advocate i'o near the throne 
 Pleads and prevails with God. 
 
 $ He brought the Spirit’s pow’rful fword 
 To Hay our deadly foes : 
 
 Our lins (hall die beneath thy word. 
 
 And hell in vain oppofe. 
 
 6 How boundlefs is our Father's grace, 
 
 In height, and depth, and length ! 
 
 He made his Son our righteoufnefs, 
 
 His Spirit is our flrength. 
 
 . HYMN 164, c. m. 
 
 1 TIPHY fliould this earth delight us fo? 
 v v Why fliould we fix our eyes 
 Onthefelow grounds, where furrows grow, 
 Andev’ry pleafure dies ? 
 
 3 While time his fharpeft teeth prepares, 
 
 Our comforts to devour,- 
 There is a land above the {lars. 
 
 And joys above his powT. 
 
 3 Nature (hall be diflolv’d and die, 
 
 The fun mutt end his race, 
 
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3Q2 HYMN CLXV. Book II. 
 
 The earth and fea for ever fly 
 Before my Saviour’s face. 
 
 4 When will that glorious morning rife? 
 When the laft trumpet found, 
 
 .And call the nations to the ikies, 
 
 . From underneath the ground ? 
 
 HYMN 165, c. m. 
 
 X T ONG have I fat beneath the found 
 Of thy falvation, Lord; 
 
 But flill how weak my faith is founds 
 And knowledge of thy word \ 
 
 2 Oft I frequent thy holy place. 
 
 And hear almoft in vain, 
 
 How fmall a portion of thy grace 
 My mern’ry can retain. 
 
 3 My dear Almighty and my God, 
 
 How little art thou known 
 By all the judgments of thy rod, 
 
 And bleffings of thy throne ! 
 
 4 How cold and feeble is my love! 
 
 How negligent my fear ! 
 
 How low my hope of joys above ? 
 
 How few alfe&ions there 1 
 
 5 Great God! thy fov’reign pow’r impart 
 
 To give thy word fuccefs; 
 

 Book II. HYMN CLXVI. .303 
 
 Write thy falvation in my-heart, 
 
 And make me learn thy grace. 
 
 6 Shew my forgetful feet the way 
 That leads to joys on high ; 
 
 There knowledge grows without decay, 
 And love fliall never die. 
 
 HYMN 166, c. m. 
 
 I ttOW fliall I praife th’ eternal God, 
 
 “ That Infinite unknown? 
 
 Who can afcend his high abode. 
 
 Or venture near his throne ? 
 
 3 The great Invifible! He dwells 
 Conceal’d in dazzling light; 
 
 But his all*fearching eye reveals 
 The fecrets of the night. 
 
 3 Thofe watchful eyes that never fleep, 
 
 Survey the world around; 
 
 His wifdom is a boundlefs deep, 
 
 Where all our thoughts are drown’d. 
 
 4 Speak we of ftrength ? His arm is ftrong, 
 
 To fave or to dellroy : 
 
 Infinite years his life prolong, 
 
 And endlefs is his joy. 
 
 5 He knows no fhadow of a change, 
 
 Nor alters his decrees. 
 
Book II. 
 
 301 HYMN CLXVlf. 
 
 Firm as a rock bis truth remains, 
 
 T o g uard his promifes. 
 
 6 Sinners before his prefence die : 
 
 How holy is his name ! 
 
 His anger and his jealou fy 
 Burn like devouring flame, 
 
 7 Juftice upon a dreadful throne 
 
 Maintains the rights of God, 
 
 While mercy fends her pardons down, 
 Bought with a Saviour's blood. 
 
 8 Now to my foul, immortal King ! 
 
 Speak fome forgiving word. 
 
 Then ’twill be double joy to ling 
 The glories of my Lord. 
 
 HYMN 16?, L . m. 
 
 1 p RRAT God! thy glories Audi employ 
 
 My holy fear, my humble joy, 
 
 My lips in (bugs of honor bring' 
 
 Their tribute to th* eternal King. 
 
 2 Earth and the liars, and worlds unknown, 
 Depend precarious on his throne, 
 
 AH nature hangs upon his word, 
 
 And grace and glory own their Lord. 
 
 3 His fov’reign pow’r what mortal knows! 
 If he commands, who dare oppofe l 
 
Book II. HYMN CLXVII. 
 
 With ftrength he girds himfelf ar 
 And treads the rebels to the grou 
 
 4 Who (hall pretend. to teach him ft 
 Or guide the counfels of his will ? 
 IIis wifdom, Vifke a lea divine, 
 Flows deep and high, beyond out 
 
 5 His name is holy, and his eye 
 Burns with immortal jealoufy, 
 
 He hates the fotts of pride, and fit 
 His fi’ry veng’ance on their heads 
 
 6 The beamings of his piercing iigh 
 Bring dark hypocrify to light. 
 Death and deitru&ion naked lie. 
 And hell uncover’d to his eye. 
 
 ? TV eternal law before him ftand-s 
 H is j udice vvi th i mpartial hands 
 Divides to all their due reward, 
 Or by the fceptre, or the l'word. 
 
 8 Flis mercy, like a boundlefs fea, 
 Wallies cur load of guilt away. 
 While his own Son came down ai 
 T’ engage his jullice on our fide. 
 
 9 Each of his words demands my fa 
 My foul can reft on all he faith; 
 His truth inviolably keeps 
 
 The large ft promife of his lips. 
 
306 HYMN CLXVI1I, IX. Book IL 
 
 10 O, tell me with a gentle voice, 
 
 ‘ Thou art my God/ and I’ll rejoice f 
 Fill’d with thy love, I dare proclaim 
 The brightelt honors of thy name. 
 
 HYMN 168, l. m. 
 
 1 TEHOVAH reigns, his throne is high, 
 
 * His robes are light and majefty! 
 
 His glory (bines with beams fo bright, 
 No mortal can fuftain the fight. 
 
 2 His terrors keep the world in awe, 
 
 His jullice guards his holy law j 
 His love reveals a fmiling face, 
 
 His truth and promife leal the grace. 
 
 3 Thro* all his works his wifdom Ihincs, 
 And baffien Satan’s deep defignsj 
 His pow’r is fov’reign to fulfil 
 
 The noblell counfels of his will. 
 
 4 And will this glorious Lord defcend 
 To be my Father and my Friend? 
 
 Then let my longs with angels join, 
 Heav’n is fecure, if God be mine. 
 
 HYMN 169, p. m. 
 
 1 f T'HE Lord Jehovah reigns. 
 
 His throne is built on highf 
 The garments he aflfumes 
 Are light and majefty s 
 
CO 
 
 Book II. HYMN CLXIX. 
 
 His glories fhine y 
 With beams fo bright, 
 
 No mortal eye 
 Can bear the fight. 
 
 2 The thunders of his hand 
 Keep the wide world in awe; 
 His wrath and juft ice Hand 
 To guard his holy law ; 
 
 And where his love 
 llefolves to blefs, 
 liis truth confirms 
 And feals the grace. 
 
 Thro* all his ancient works 
 Surprifing wifdom fliines, 
 Confounds the pow’rs of hell. 
 And breaks their curs’d defigns : 
 Strong is his arm. 
 
 And fhall fulfil 
 His great decrees. 
 
 His fov-reign will. 
 
 4 And can this mighty King 
 Of glory condefcend ? 
 
 And will he write his name, 
 
 * My Father and my Friend l 9 
 I love his name! 
 
 I love his word ; 
 
 Join, all my pow’rs. 
 
 And praife the Lord. 
 
HYMN 170, l. m. 
 
 Book JL 
 
 / 
 
 1 GAN creatures to perfection And* 
 
 Th’ eternal, uncreated mind ? 
 
 Or can the largeit ftretch of thought 
 Meafure and fearch his nature out? 
 
 2 ’Tis high as heav’n, *tis deep as hell; 
 And what can mortals know or tell ? 
 
 His glory ipreads beyond the Iky, 
 
 And all the fhining worlds on high. 
 
 3 But man, vain man, would fain be wife, 
 Born like a wild young colt he flies 
 Thro’ all the follies of his rnind. 
 
 And fwells, and fnufts the emptjjgwind, 
 
 4 God is a King of pow’r unknown, 
 
 Firm are the orders of his throne s 
 If he refolve, who dare oppoie, 
 
 Or alk him why, or what he does? 
 
 5 He "wounds the heart, and he makes whole, 
 He calms the tempeft of the foul: 
 
 When he fhuts up in long defpair, 
 
 Who can remove the heavy bar ? 
 
 6 f He frowns, anddarknefs veils th<Mnoo% 
 The fainting fun grows dim at nopn: 
 
 * Job xi. 7 , &c. t J°k xxv. & 
 
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 Book II. HYMN CLXX. 
 
 ,* The pillars of heav’n’s Harry roof 
 Tremble and Hart at his reproof. 
 
 7 He gave the vaulted heav’n its form, 
 The crooked ferpent, and the worm; 
 He breaks the billows with his breath, 
 And fmites the ions of pride to death. 
 
 3 Thefe are a portion of his ways; 
 
 But who (hall dare defcribe his face } 
 Who can endure his light, or Hand 
 To hear the thunders of his hand r 
 
 * Job xxvi. 11, &c. 
 
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 - - ■ ■ ' ——. . . —‘ 
 
 HYMNS. 
 
 BOOK III. 
 
 PREPARED JOR THE HOLY ORDINANCE OF 
 TIIE LORD’S SUPPER. 
 
 HYMN 1, l. m. 
 
 1 ,r p W AS on that dark, that doleful night, 
 
 -*■ When powers of earth and hell arofe 
 Again!! the Son of God’s delight, 
 
 And friends betray’d him to his foes. 
 
 2 Before the mournful fcene began, 
 
 He took the bread, and blefs’d and break, 
 What love thro* all his a&ions ran! [fpake ! 
 What wond’rous words of grace he 
 
 3 4 This is my body, broke for fin, 
 
 4 Receive and eat the living food;* 
 Then took the cup and blefs’d the wine; 
 
 * ’Tis the new cov’nant in my blood.* 
 
 4 For us his fleih with nails was torn* 
 
 He bore the fcourge, he felt the thorn : 
 And jtxlliee pour’d upon his head 
 Its heavy veng’ance in our Head, > 
 
Book HI. HYMN II. §11 
 
 5 for us his vital blood w as fpilt. 
 
 To buy the pardon of our guilt; 
 
 When, for black crimes of biggeft lize. 
 
 He gave his foul a facriiice. 
 
 6 < Do this (he cry’d) till time fhall end, 
 
 ‘ In mem’ry of your dying friend; 
 
 < Meet at my table, and record 
 < The love of your departed Lord.* 
 
 7 Jefus! thy feaft we celebrate. 
 
 We Ihevv thy death, we fing thy name. 
 Till thou return, and we (hall eat 
 The marriage fupper of the Lamb. 
 
 HYMN 2, s. m, 
 
 1 TESUS invites his faints 
 
 J To meet around his board; 
 
 Here pardon’d rebels fit, and hold 
 Communion with their Lord. 
 
 2 For food he gave his flefh; 
 
 He bids us drink his blood; 
 
 Amazing favor, matchlefs graced 
 Of our defcending God \ 
 
 3 This holy bread and wine 
 Maintains our fainting breath. 
 
 By union with our living Lord, 
 
 And int'reit in bis death* 
 
312 HYMN HI. Book III. 
 
 4 Our heav’nly Father calls 
 Chrift and his members one; 
 
 We the young children of his love, 
 
 And he the firit-born Son. 
 
 5 We are but fev’ral parts 
 Of the fame broken bread; 
 
 One body hath its fev’ral limbs, 
 
 But Jefus is the head. 
 
 € Let all our pow’rs be join’d 
 His glorious name to raifie; 
 
 Pleafure and love fill ev’ry mind, 
 
 And ev’ry voice be praife. 
 
 HYMN 3, c. m. 
 
 1 r PHE promife of my Father’s love 
 
 * Shall ftand for ever good;’ 
 
 He' faid, and gave his foul to death* 
 
 And feai’d the grace with blood. 
 
 2 To this dear covenant of thy word 
 
 I fet my worthlefs name; 
 
 I fieal th’ engagement to my Lord, 
 
 And make my humble claim. 
 
 2 The light, and ftr.ength, and pard’ning 
 And glory, {hall be mine ; [grace, 
 
 My life and foul, my heart and flelh, 
 
 And all my pow’rs, are thine. 
 
C-3 
 
 Book III. HYMN IV. 
 
 4 I call that legacy my own, 
 
 YVhich Jefus did bequeath ; 
 
 'Twas purchas’d with a dying groan* 
 And ratify'd in death. 
 
 5 Sweet is the mem'ry of his name 
 
 YVho blefs’d us in his will, 
 
 And to his teftament of love 
 Made his own life the feat. 
 
 HYMN 4, c. m. 
 
 1 TTOW condefcending and how kind 
 
 Was God’s eternal Son! 
 
 • Our mis’ry reach’d his heav’nly mind, 
 And pity brought him down. 
 
 2 When juflice by our fins provok'd. 
 Drew forth his dreadful fword. 
 
 He gave his foul up to the ftroke, 
 Without a murm’ring word. 
 
 He funk beneath our heavy woes, 
 
 To raife us to his throne: 
 
 There's ne’er a gift his hand bellows 
 But coll his heart a groan. 
 
 4 This was companion like a God, 
 
 That when the Saviour knew 
 The price of pardon was liis blood, 
 His pity ne'er withdrew. 
 
SJ4 HYMN V, Rook HI. 
 
 V '( V 
 
 5 Now tho’ "he reigns exalted high, ' 
 
 His love is {till as great: '* 
 
 Well he remembers Calvary t 
 Nor let his faints forget. 
 
 I •'•'V’ 'jV 
 
 6 Here we behold his bowels roll, 
 
 As kind as when he dy’d, 
 
 And fee the for rows of his foul 
 Bleed through his wounded fide. 
 
 Y Here we receive repeated feals 
 Of Jefus’ dying love ; 
 
 Hard is the wretch that never feels 
 One foft affe&ion move. 
 
 8 Here let our hearts begin to melt, 
 
 While we his death record, 
 
 And, with our joy for pardon’d guilt, 
 Mourn that we pierc’d the Lord. 
 
 HYMN 5, c. m. 
 
 1 T ET us adore th’eternal Word, 
 
 'Tis he our fouls hath fed ; 
 
 Thou art our living ftream, O Lord, 
 
 And thou th’ immortal bread. 
 
 2 The manna came from lower fkie3. 
 
 But Jefus from above, 
 
 Where the frefti fprings of pleasure rife, 
 And rivers flow with love. 
 
Book III. HYMN VI. 315 
 
 3 The Jews, the fathers, dy’d at laft, 
 
 Who eat that heav’nly bread ; 
 
 But thefe provifions which we tafte 
 Can raife us from the dead. 
 
 4 Blefs’d be the Lord, that gives his fiefh 
 
 To nourifh dying men; 
 
 And often fpreads his table frefli. 
 
 Left we ihould faint again. 
 
 5 Our fouls (hall draw their heav’nly breath, 
 
 While Jefus finds fuppltes : 
 
 Nor (hall our graces link to death, 
 
 For Jefus never dies. 
 
 6 Daily our mortal flefh decays. 
 
 But Ghrift our life fiiall come; 
 
 His unrefifted pow’r (hall raife 
 Our bodies from the tomb. 
 
 HYMN 6, r.. m. 
 
 1 TESUS is gone above the Ikies, 
 
 ** Where our weak fienfes reach him not ; 
 And carnal obje<5ls court our eyes, 
 
 To thruft our Saviour from our thought. 
 
 2 He knows what wand’ring hearts we have. 
 Apt to forget his lovely face j 
 
 And, to refrefli our minds, he gave 
 Thefe kind memorials of his grt ce. 
 

 316 HYMN Vli: Book lit 
 
 3 The Lord of life this table fpread 
 With his own flefh and dying blood ; 
 
 We on the rich provifion feed, 
 
 And tafte the wine, and blefs the God. 
 
 4 Let linful fweets be all forgot. 
 
 And earth grow lefs in our efteem ; 
 
 Chrift and his love fill ev’ry thought, 
 
 And faith and hope be fix’d on him. 
 
 5 While he is abfent from our fight, 
 
 J Tis to prepare our fouls a place. 
 
 That we may dwell in heav’nly light, 
 
 And live for ever near his face. 
 
 6 Our eyes look upwards to the hills, 
 Whence our returning Lord fhall come; 
 We wait thy chariot’s awful wheels, 
 
 To fetch our longing fpirits home. 
 
 HYMN 7, l. m. 
 
 1 TylTHEN I furvey the wond’rous crofs, 
 
 » * On which the Prince of Glory dy'd, 
 My richeft gain I count but lols, 
 
 And pour contempt on all my pride. 
 
 2 Forbid it!-Lord, that I ftiould boaft. 
 
 Save in the death o£ Chrift my God; 
 
 All the vain things that charm me moll, 
 
 I facrifice them to his blood. 
 
CO 
 
 Book III. HYMN Vllt. 
 
 See from his head, his hands, his feet, 
 Sorrow and love flow mingled down! 
 
 I Did e’er fuch love and forrow meet, 
 
 Or thorns compofe fo rieh a crown ? 
 
 4 His dying crimfon, like a robe, 
 
 Spreads o’er his body 6n the tree; 
 
 Then am I dead to all the globe, 
 
 And all the globe is dead to me. 
 
 5 Were the whole realm of nature mine, 
 That were a prefent far too fmall; 
 
 Love fo amazing, fo divine, 
 
 Demands my foul, my life, my all. 
 
 HYMN 8, c. m. 
 
 : 1 POME, let us join a joyful tune 
 ^ To our exalted Lord, 
 
 Ye faints on high around his throne, 
 And we around His board. 
 
 d While once upon this lower ground, 
 Weary and faint ye Hood, 
 
 What dear refrefhments here ye found 
 From this immortal food ! 
 
 1 The tree of life, that near the throne, 
 In heav’ns high garden grows, 
 
 Laden with grace bends gently down t 
 Its ever-finding boughs. 
 
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318 HYMN IX. Book III. 
 
 4 Hov’ring amongft the leaves there Hands 
 The fweet celellial Dove, 
 
 And Jefus on the branches hangs 
 The banner of his love. 
 
 5 *Tis a young heav’n of flrange delight, 
 
 While in his {hade we lit 
 His fruit is pteafmg to the fight, 
 
 And to the talle as fweet. 
 
 6 New life it fpreads thro’ dying hearts, 
 
 And cheers rhe drooping mind; 
 Vigour and joy the juice imparts 
 Without a llvng behind. 
 
 7 Now let the flaming weapon Hand, 
 
 And guard all Eden’s trees: 
 
 There’s ne’er a plant in all that land 
 That bears fuch fruits as thefe. 
 
 8 Infinite grace our fouls adore, 
 
 Whole wond’rous hand has made 
 T his living branch of fiov’reign powV 
 To raife and heal the dead. 
 
 HYMN 9, s. m. ■ 
 
 1 Y ET all our tongues be one 
 
 To praife our God on high. 
 Who from his bo lorn fen this Son 
 To fetch us grangers nigh. 
 
HYMN IX, 
 
 Book III. 
 
 2 Nor let our voices ceafe 
 
 To ling the Saviour’s name; 
 
 Jefus, th’ ambaifadorof peace, 
 
 How cheerfully he came ! 
 
 ¥ 
 
 3 It coil him cries and tears 
 To bring us near to God; 
 
 Great was our debt, and he appears 
 To make the payment good. 
 
 4 My Saviour’s pierced fide 
 Pour’d out a double flood; 
 
 By water we are purify’d, 
 
 And pardon’d by the blood. 
 
 5 Infinite was our guilt, 
 
 But he, ourpriett, atones, 
 
 On the cold ground his life was fpilt 
 And offer’d with his groans 
 
 6 Look up, my foul, to him, 
 
 Whole death was thy defert, 
 
 And humbly view the living Bream 
 Flow from his breaking heart. 
 
 7 There on the curfed tree 
 In dying pangs he lies, 
 
 Fulfils his Father’s great decree, 
 
 And all our wants fupplies. 
 
 8 Thus the Redeemer came, 
 
 By water and by blood ; 
 
330 HYMN X. Book IIL 
 
 And when the Spirit fpeaks the fame, 
 
 We feel liis witnefs good 
 
 9 While the Eterpal Three 
 Bear their record above, 
 
 Here I believe he dy’d for me, 
 
 And feal my Saviour’s love. 
 
 10 Lord, cleanfe my foul from fin ; 
 
 Nor let thy grace depart ? 
 
 Great Comforter, abide within* 
 
 And witnefs to my heart. 
 
 HYMN 10, l m. 
 
 1 "VT ATU&E with open volume fiands, 
 
 ** ■ To fpread her Maker’s praife abroad, 
 And ev’ry labor of his hands 
 Shews fomething worthy of a God. 
 
 2 But in the grace that refcu’d man, 
 
 His brighteft form of glory fiiines ; 
 
 Here, on the crofs, his faireli drawn 
 In precious blood, and crimfon lines. 
 
 3 Here kis whole name appears complete} 
 Nor wit cart guefs, nor veafon prove. 
 Which of the letters belt is writ, 
 
 The pow’r, the wifdom, or the love, 
 
 4 Here I behold his imrioft heart, 
 
 Where grace and veng’ance IWangely 
 
321 
 
 Book lilt HYMN XI. 
 
 Piercing his Son with (harped (mart. 
 
 To make the purchas’d pleafures mine. 
 
 5 0! the fweet wonders of that crofs, 
 Where God the Saviour lov’d, and dy’d ! 
 Hernohleit life my fpirit draws 
 
 From his dear wounds, and bleeding fide. 
 
 6 I would for ever fpeak his name 
 
 In founds to mortal ears unknown; 
 
 With angels join to praife the Lamb, 
 And w or (hip at his Father’s throne, 
 
 HYMN 11, c. m. 
 
 1 T ORD, how divine thy comforts aret 
 
 How heav’nly is the place 
 Where Jefus fpreads the facred feaft 
 Of his redeeming grace! 
 
 2 There the rich bounties of our God, 
 
 And fweeteft glories fhirte ; 
 
 There Jefus fays, that * I am his, 
 
 1 And my Beloved’s mine.' 
 
 3 ‘Here,’ (fays the kind redeeming Lord, 
 
 And (hews his wounded fide) 
 
 * See here the fpring of all your joys, 
 
 4 That open’d when I dy’d !’ 
 
 4 He fmiles and cheers my mournful heart. 
 
 And tells of all his pain: 
 

 Hook 111. 
 
 * All this,’ lays he, ‘ I bore For thee;* 
 
 And then he fmiles again. 
 
 5 What Hi all we pay our heav’nly King, 
 
 For grace fo vail as this ? 
 
 He brings our pardon to our eyes, 
 
 And feals it with a kifs, 
 
 6 Let fuch amazing love as thefe 
 
 Be- founded all abroad; 
 
 Such favors are beyond degrees, 
 
 And worthy of a God. 
 
 7 To him that wafldd us in his blood 
 , Be everlailing praife ; 
 
 Salvation, honor, glory, pow’r, 
 
 Eternal as his days. 
 
 HYMN 12, l. m. 
 
 OW rich are thv proviHons, Lord? 
 Thy table furnilh’d from above ! 
 The fruits of life o’erfpread the board, * 
 The cup overflows with heav’nly love. 
 
 2 Thine ancient family, the Jews, 
 
 Were firlt invited to the fealt : 
 
 We humbly take what they refufe. 
 
 And Gentiles thy falvation taite. 
 
 3 We are the poor, the blind, the lame, 
 And help was far, and death was nigh ! 
 
323 
 
 Book II. • HYMN XIII. 
 
 But at the Gofpel*call we came, 
 Andev'ry want receiv’d flip ply. * 
 
 4 From the highway that leads to hell. 
 From paths of darknefs anddefpair, 
 Lord, we are come with thee to dwell, 
 Glad to enjoy thy prefence here. 
 
 5 What (hail we pay tlr’ eternal Son, 
 
 That left the heav’n of his abode, 
 
 And to this wretched earth came dow.ll> 
 To bring us wand’rers back to God! 
 
 C It coll him death to fave our lives ; 
 
 To buy our fouls it coll his own; 
 
 And all the unknown joys he gives. 
 Were bought with agonies unknown. 
 
 7 Our everlalling love is due 
 To him that ranfom’d finners loll; 
 
 And pity’d rebels, when he knew 
 The vail expence his love would coll. 
 
 HYMN 13, c.m. 
 
 While everlalling love difplays 
 
 The choicell of her ftores! 
 
 2 Here ev’ry bowel of our God 
 With foft companion rolls; 
 
324 HYMN XIV, Book III. 
 
 Here peace and pardon, bought with blood, 
 Is food for dying fouls. 
 
 3 While all our hearts and all our fongs 
 
 Join to admire the feaft, 
 
 Each of us cry, with thankful tongues, 
 
 1 Lord, why was I a gueft ? 
 
 4 * Why was I made to hear thy voice, 
 
 * And enter while there’s room ; 
 
 4 When thoufands make a wretched choice, 
 
 * And rather ftarve than come V 
 
 $ ’Twas the fame love that fpread the feaft* 
 That fweetly forc’d us in ; 
 
 Elfe we had llill refus’d to tafie, 
 
 And .perifli’d in our fin. 
 
 6 Pity the nations, O our God! 
 
 Conftrain the earth to come; 
 
 Send thy victorious word abroad, 
 
 And bring the ftrangers home. 
 
 7 We long to fee thy churches full, 
 
 That all the chofen race 
 May with one voice, and heart, and foul, 
 Sing thy redeeming grace* 
 
 HYMN 14, l. m. 
 
 X VTOW have our hearts embrac’d our God, 
 ^ We would forget all earthly charms, 
 
c» 
 
 Book III. HYMN XV. 
 
 And wilh to die as Simeon wou’d. 
 With his young Saviour in his arms; 
 
 2 Our lips lliould learn that joyful fong. 
 Were but our hearts prepar’d like his 
 Our fouls ftill willing to be gone, 
 
 And at thy word depart in peace. 
 
 Here we have feen thy face, O Lord, 
 And viewed falvation with our eyes, 
 Tafled and felt the living word, 
 
 The bread defcending from the Ikies. 
 
 4 Thou hall prepar’d this dying Lamb, 
 Hafi. fet his blood before our face, 
 
 To teach the terrors of thy name, 
 
 And ihew the wonders of thy grace. 
 
 5 He is our light; our morning-flar 
 Shall Ihine on nations yet unknown! 
 The glory of thine Ifr’el here, 
 
 And joy of fpirits near thy throne. 
 
 HYMN 15, c. m. 
 
 1 'T'HE mem’ry of our dying Lord 
 
 Awakes a thankful tongue ; 
 
 How rich he fpread his royal board. 
 And blefs’d the food and fung! 
 
 2 Happy the men that eat this bread; 
 
 But doubly blefs’d was he 
 
326 HYMN XVI. Book III. 
 
 That gently bow’d his loving head. 
 
 And lean’d it, Lord, on thee. 
 
 3 By faith the fame delights we tafte 
 
 As that great fav’rite did, 
 
 And lit and lean on Je fus’ breaft, 
 
 And take the heav’nly bread. 
 
 4 Down from the palace of the Ikies, 
 
 Hither the King defcends; 
 
 * Come, my beloved, eat/ he cries; 
 
 ‘ And drink faivation, friends. 
 
 & * My flefh is food and phyjfic too, 
 
 * A balm for all your pains : 
 
 1 And the red ftreams of pardon flow 
 ‘ From thefe my pierced veins.’ 
 
 6 Hofaima to his bounteous love 
 
 For fuch a feait below ! 
 
 And yet he feeds his faints above 
 With, nobler blellings too. 
 
 7 Come, the dear day, the glorious hour, 
 
 That brings our fouls to rell! 
 
 Then we fhall need thefe types no more, 
 But dwell at th* heav’nly feaft. 
 
 HYMN 16, c. m. 
 
 1 ^TOW let our pains be all forgot, 
 
 Our hearts no more repine 
 
BookllI . HYMN XVI. 327 
 
 Our fuff’rings are not worth a thought, 
 When, Lord, compar’d with thine. 
 
 2 lit lively figures here we fee 
 The bleeding Prince of Love ; 
 
 Each of us hopes he dy'd for me. 
 
 And then our .griefs remove. 
 
 1 3 Our humble faith here take? her rife, 
 
 While fitting round his board; 
 
 And back to Calvary die flies, 
 
 To view her groaning Lord. 
 
 4 His foul what agonies it felt 
 
 When his own God withdrew ; 
 
 And the large load of all our guilt 
 Lay heavy on him tool 
 
 5 But the Divinity within 
 
 Supported him to bear : 
 
 Dying, he conquer’d hell and fin, 
 
 And made his triumph there. 
 
 6 Grace, wifdom, juftice, join’d, & wrought 
 
 The wonders of that day : 
 
 No mortal tongue, nor mortal thought 
 Can equal thanks repay.. . > 
 
 7 Our hymns fliould found like thofe above. 
 
 Could we our voices raife; 
 
 Yet, Lord, our hearts fhall ail be love, 
 
 And all our lives be praife. 
 
328 HYMN XVII. Book III. 
 
 HYMN 17, s. m. 
 
 * t ^ 1> amaz i n g deeds 
 
 That grace divine performs; 
 
 Th’ eternal God comes down, and bleeds 
 To nourilh dying worms. 
 
 2 This foul-reviving wine, 
 
 Dear Saviour, 'tis thy blood; 
 
 We thank that facred flelh of thine 
 For this immortal food. 
 
 S The banquet that we eat 
 Is made of heav'nly things; 
 
 Earth hath no dainties half fo fweet 
 As our Redeemer brings. 
 
 4 In vain had Adam fought, 
 
 And fearch’d his garden round; 
 
 For there was no fuch blefFed fruit 
 In all that happy ground. 
 
 5 Th* angelic hoft above 
 Can never tafte this food; 
 
 They feait upon their Maker’s love, 
 
 But not a Saviour’s blood. 
 
 6 011 us th’ almighty Lord 
 Bellows this matchlefs grace, 
 
 And meets us with fome cheerincr word. 
 
 With pleafure in his face. 
 
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 Book ill* HYMN XVlII. $2$ 
 
 7 Come, all ye drooping faints. 
 
 And banquet with the King ; 
 
 This wine will drown your fad complaints* 
 And tune your voice to ling. 
 
 8 Salvation to the name 
 Of our adored Chrift; 
 
 Thro* the wide earth his grace proclaim, 
 His glory in the high’id. 
 
 HYMN 13, l. u. 
 
 1 TESUS ! we bow before thy feet j 
 J Thy table is divinely ftor’d; 
 
 Thy facred flefh our fouls have eat, 
 
 *Tisliving bread, we thank thee, Lord! 
 
 £> And here we drink our Saviour’s blood; 
 We thank thee, Lord, ’tisgen’rous wine. 
 Mingled with love; the fountain flow’d 
 From that dear bleeding heart of thine. 
 
 On earth is no fuch fweetnefs found. 
 
 For the Lamb’s flefh is heav’nly food : 
 
 In vain we fearch the globe around 
 For bread fo fine, or wine fo good. 
 
 4 Carnal provi lions can at be ft 
 But cheer the heart, or warm the heads 
 But the rich cordial that we tafte 
 Gives life eternal to the dead. 
 
S30 HYMN XIX, XX. 
 
 5 Joy to the mailer of the feah 
 H is name our fouls for ever blefs 
 To God the King, and God the Pried:, 
 
 A loud hofanna round the place. 
 
 HYMN 19, l. m. 
 
 1 AT thy command, our dearefl Lord, 
 
 Here we attend thy dying feafl, 
 Thy blood like wine adorns thy board, 
 And thine own flefh feeds ev’ry gueft. 
 
 2 Our faith adores thy bleeding love, 
 And trulls for life in one that dy’d; 
 
 We hope for heav’nly crowns above, 
 From a Redeemer crucify ’d. 
 
 3 Let the vain world pronounce it fhame 
 And fling their fcandals on thy caufe; 
 We come to boail our Saviour’s name, 
 And make our triumphs in his crofs, 
 
 4 W h h joy we tell the fcoffing age, 
 
 He that was dead hath left his tomb, 
 He lives above their utmoll rage, 
 
 And we are waiting till he come. 
 
 HYMN 20, c. m. 
 
 1 T ORD, we adore thy bounteous hand 
 And ling the fok inn feail, 
 
 W here fw-eet celellial dainties Hand 
 For ev’ry willing trueiL 
 
 Book III 
 
331 
 
 Book HI. HYMN XXI. 
 
 fa The tree of life adorns the board 
 With rich immortal fruit, 
 
 And ne’er an angry flaming fword 
 To guard the paflage to’t. 
 
 3 The cup hands crown’d with living juice j 
 
 The fountain flows above, 
 
 And runs down iireaming for our ufe, 
 
 In rivulets of love. 
 
 4 The food’s prepar’d by heav’nly art, 
 
 The pleafure’s well refin’d; 
 
 They fpread new life thro* ev’ry heart, 
 And cheer the drooping mind. 
 
 5 Shout and proclaim the Saviour’s love, 
 
 Ye faints that tafte his wine : 
 
 Join with your kindred faints above, 
 
 In loud hofannas join, 
 
 § A thoufand glories to the God 
 That gives fuchjoy as this; 
 
 Hofanna! let it found abroad. 
 
 And reach where Jefus is. ■ 
 
 HYMN 21, c. m. 
 
 1 POME, let us lift our voices high, 
 
 High as our joys arife, 
 
 .And join the fongs above thefky, 
 
 Where pleafure never diesu 
 
HYMN XXI. Book III. 
 
 2 Jefus, the God. that fought and bled. 
 
 And conquer’d when he fell; 
 
 That role, and at his chariot-wheels 
 Dragged all the pow’rs o£ hell. 
 
 S Jefus, the God, invites us here 
 To this triumphal fe-all. 
 
 And brings immortal bleilings down 
 For each redeemed gueit. 
 
 4 The Lord ! how glorious is his face ? 
 
 How kind his fmiles appear! 
 
 And O ! what melting words he lays 
 To ev’ry humble ear! 
 
 5 4 For you, the children of my love* 
 
 4 It was for you I dy’d ; 
 
 1 Behold my hands, behold my feet, 
 
 4 And look into my lide. 
 
 6 1 Thefe are the wounds for you I bore* 
 
 * The tokens of my pains, 
 
 4 When I came down to free your fouls 
 4 From mifery and chains. 
 
 7 4 Jullice unfheath’d its fi’ry fword, 
 
 4 And plung’d it in my heart; 
 
 4 Infinite pangs for you I bore, 
 
 4 And moll tormenting fmart. 
 
 S 4 When hell and all its fpiteful pow r rs 
 4 Stood dreadful in my way, 
 
3 pp!< III . HYMN XXII. 333 
 
 ‘ To refcue thofe dear lives of yours, 
 
 «I gave my own away. 
 
 9 ‘ But while I bled, and groan’d, and dy’d, 
 
 * I ruin’d Satan’s throne; 
 
 ‘ High an my erofs I hung, and fpy’d, 
 ‘The monfter tumbling down. 
 
 10 ‘ Now you rauft triumph at my feaft, 
 
 ‘ And tafte my flelh, my blood; 
 
 ‘ And live eternal ages bleiVd, 
 
 ‘ For Vtis immortal food.* 
 
 11 Vidorious God! what can we pay 
 
 For favors fo divine ? 
 
 We would devote our hearts away 
 To be for ever thine. 
 
 12 We give thee, Lord, our high eft praife, 
 
 The tribute of our tongues; 
 
 But themes fo infinite as thefe «. 
 Exceed ournobleft fongs. 
 
 HYMN 22, l. m. 
 
 1 fYUR spirits join t’ adore the Lamb ; 
 
 O, that our feeble lips could move 
 In ftrains immortal as his name, 
 
 And melting as his dying love! 
 
 2 Was ever equal pity found ? 
 
 The Prince of heav’u religns his breath, 
 
 X 
 
334 HYMN XXIII. Book III. 
 
 And pours his life out on the ground. 
 
 To ranfom guilty worms from death. 
 
 3 Rebels, we broke our Maker’s laws; 
 
 He from the threat’nings fet us free, 
 Bore the full veng’ance on his crofs, 
 
 And nail’d the curfes to the tree. 
 
 4 The law proclaims no terror now, 
 
 And Sinai’s thunder roars no more; 
 From all his wounds new bleffings flow, 
 
 A flea of joy without a fhore. 
 
 5 Here we have walk'd our deepeft {tains, 
 
 And heal’d our wounds with heav’nly 
 blood; 
 
 Blefs’d fountain ! fpringing from the veins 
 Of JefilS, oiir incarnate God! 
 
 6 In vain our mortal voices llrive 
 
 To fpeak companion fo divine; 
 
 Had we a thoufand lives to give, 
 
 A thoufand lives fhould all be thine. 
 
 HYMN 23, c m. 
 
 1 OITTING round our Father’s board, 
 
 ^ We raife our tuneful breath; 
 
 Our faith beholds her dying Lord, 
 
 And dooms our fins to death. 
 
Book III. HYMN XXIV. ; 
 
 2 We Tee the blood of Jelus (lied. 
 
 Whence all our pardons rife; 
 
 The fmnersview th*atonement made 
 And love’s the facrifice. 
 
 3 Thy cruel thorns, thy (hameful crofs, 
 
 Procure us heav’nly crowns : 
 
 Our higheit gain fprings from thy lofs, 
 Our healing from thy wounds. 
 
 4 0 ! his impoflible that we 
 
 Who dwell in feeble clay, 
 
 Should equal fulPrings bear for thee,. 
 
 Or equal'thanks repay. 
 
 HYMN 24, C M. 
 
 1 ATHER, we wait to feel thy grace, 
 ■*- To fee thy glories (bine ; 
 
 The Lord will his own table blefs. 
 
 And make the fealt divine. 
 
 2 We touch, we tafte the heay’aly bread, 
 
 We drink the facred cup; 
 
 With outward forms our fenfe is fed, 
 Our fouls rejoice in hope. 
 
 3 We {hall appear before the throne 
 
 Of our forgiving God, 
 
 Drefs’d in the garments of his Son, 
 
 And fprinklcd with his blood. 
 
at, . -J,.. 
 
 HYMN XXV. Book III. 
 
 4 We fhall be flrong to run the race, 
 
 And climb the upper Iky, 
 
 Chrift will provide our fouls with grace, 
 He bought a large l'upply* 
 
 5 Let us indulge a cheerful frame, 
 
 For joy becomes a feall, 
 
 We love the mem’ry of his name 
 More than the wine we tafle. 
 
 HYMN 25, c. m. 
 
 1 TTOW are thy glories here dlfplay’d 1 
 
 Great God! how bright they (hine-l 
 While at thy word we break the bread, 
 And pour the flowing wine. 
 
 2 Here thy revenging jttilice Hands, 
 
 And pleads its dreadful caufe ; 
 
 Here facing mercy fpreads her hands, 
 Like Jefus on the crofs. 
 
 3 Thy faints attend with ev’ry grace 
 
 On this great facrifice; 
 
 And love appears with cheerful face. 
 
 And faith with fixed eyes. 
 
 4 Our hope in waiting pofiure fits, 
 
 To heav’n dire&s her fight; 
 
 Here ev'ry warmer paffion meets, 
 
 And warmer pow'rs unite, 
 
Book III. HYMN XXVI. 33r 
 
 5 Zeal and revenge perform their pan, 
 
 And riling lin deftroy : 
 
 Repentance comes with aching heart, 
 
 Yet not forbids the joy. 
 
 6 Dear Saviour, change oisr faith to fight. 
 
 Let fm for ever die; 
 
 Then {hall our fouls be all delight, 
 
 And ev’ry tear be dry. 
 
 , DOXOLOGIES. 
 
 HYMN 26, 1ft l. m. 
 
 1 TlLESS’D be the Father and his love, 
 
 -O To whofe celeftial fource we owe . 
 Rivers of endlefs joys above, 
 
 And rills of comfort here below. 
 
 2 Glory to thee, great Son of God*, 
 
 From whofe dear wounded body rolls 
 A precious ftream of vital blood. 
 
 Pardon and life for dying fouls. 
 
 S We give thee, facred Spirit, praife. 
 
 Who in our hearts of fin and woe. 
 
 Makes living fprings of grare ariie. 
 
 And into boundlefs glory flow. 
 
 4 Thus God the Father, God the Son, 
 
 And God the Spirit, we adore. 
 
338 HYMN XXVII, VIII. Book III. 
 
 That Tea of life and love unknown. 
 Without a bottom or a fhore. 
 
 HYMN 27, 1ft c. m. 
 
 1 O LORY to God the Father's name, 
 
 Who from our, {inful race 
 Chofe out his fav'rites to proclaim 
 The honors of his grace. 
 
 2 Glory to God the Son be paid, 
 
 Who dwelt in humble clay, 
 
 And, to redeem us from the dead, 
 
 Gave his own life away. 
 
 3 Glory to God the Spirit give, ; 
 
 From whole almighty pow’r 
 Our fouls their heav'nly birth derive. 
 
 And blefs the happy hour. 
 
 4 Glory to God that reigns above, 
 
 Th* eternal Three and One, 
 
 Who by the wonders of his love 
 Has made his nature known. 
 
 HYMN 28, 1ft s. m. 
 
 I T ET God the Father live 
 
 ~ J For ever on our tongues ; 
 
 Sinners from his firft love derive 
 The ground of all their fonga. 
 
 \J 
 
BO fk III. HYMN XXIX. 339 
 
 2 Ye faints, employ your breath 
 In honor to the Son, 
 
 Who brought your fouls from hell h death, 
 By off’ring up his own. 
 
 3 Give to the Spirit praife 
 Of an immortal {train, 
 
 Whofe light, andpow’r, and grace conveys 
 Salvation down to men. 
 
 4 While God the Comforter 
 Reveals our pardon'd fin, 
 
 0 may the blood and water bear 
 The fame record within. 
 
 5 To the great One and Three, 
 
 That feal this grace in heav’n. 
 
 The Father, Son, and Spirit, be 
 Eternal glory giv’n. 
 
 HYMN 29, 2d n, m. 
 
 1 pLORY to God the Trinity, 
 
 Whofe name hath myfteries unknown, 
 In effence One, in perfons Three; 
 
 A focial nature yet alone. 
 
 2 When all our nobleft pow’rs are join’d 
 
 The honors of thy name to raile. 
 
 Thy glories over-match our mind, 
 
 And angels faint beneath thy praife. 
 
340 
 
 hymn xxx, i, ii. mmim 
 
 HYMN 30, 2d c. m. 
 
 1 TpHE God of mercy be ador’d 
 
 Who calls our fouls from death; 
 Who faves by his redeeming word. 
 And new-creating breath. 
 
 2 Topraife the Father and the Son, 
 
 And Spirit all divine, 
 
 The One in Three, and Three in One, 
 Let faints and angels join. 
 
 HYMN 31, 2d s. m. 
 
 1 T ET God the Maker's name 
 
 HaVe honor, love, and fear; 
 
 To God the Saviour pay the fame,. 
 
 And God the Comforter. 
 
 Father of light above,. 
 
 Thy mercy we adore, 
 
 The Son of thine eternal love, 
 
 And Spirit of thy powY. 
 
 HYMN 32 r 3dn*. m. . 
 
 r pO God the Father, God the Sou, 
 
 And God the Spirit, Three in One, 
 Be honor, praife,.and glory givYi- 
 By all on earth* or stil in kcav *n. 
 
 
mtt hymn ni..;:vi1 
 
 H YMN 33, Or thus : 
 
 A LL glory to thy wond'rous name, 
 Father of mercy, God of love; 
 
 Thus we exalt the Lord the Lamb, 
 
 And thus we praife the heav’nly Dove. 
 
 HYMN 34, 3d c, m. 
 
 \TOW let the Father and the Son 
 ^ And Spirit be ador’d, 
 
 Where there are works to make him known, 
 Or faints to love the Lord. 
 
 HYMN 35. Or thus : 
 
 TTONOR to thee. Almighty Three* 
 And everlahiftg One; 
 
 All glory to the Father be, 
 
 The Spirit and the Son. 
 
 HYMN 36, Sd s. M. 
 
 VE angels round the throne, 
 
 And faints that dwell beloW, 
 Worth ip the Father, love the Son, 
 And blefs the Spirit too. 
 
 HYMN 3/. Or thus; 
 
 /"MVE to the Father praife, 
 ^ Give glory to the Soil, 
 And to the Spirit of his grace. 
 Be equal honor done* 
 
HYMN XXXVIII. Book III 
 
 HYMN 58. 7&e 1 ft as Psdlm cxlviii. 
 
 T GIVE immortal praife 
 To God the Father’s love, 
 
 For all my comforts here, 
 
 And hetter hopes above; 
 
 He fent his own 
 Eternal Son 
 To die for fins 
 That man had done. 
 
 To God the Son belongs 
 Immortal glory too, 
 
 Who bought us with his blood 
 From everlafting woe j 
 And now he lives, 
 
 And now he reigns, 
 
 And fee-s the fruit 
 Of all his pains. 
 
 To God the Spirit’s name 
 Immortal worfhip give, 
 
 Whole new-creating pow’r 
 Makes the dead linner live ; 
 
 His work completes 
 The great defign, 
 
 And fills the foul 
 With joy divine. 
 
 Almighty God! to thee 
 Be endlefs honors done. 
 
343 
 
 Book III. HYMN XXXIX. 
 
 The undivided Three 
 And the myllerious One: 
 
 Where reafon fails 
 With all her pow’rs, 
 
 There faith prevails. 
 
 And love adores. 
 
 HYMN 39. The 2d as Psalm cxiviii. 
 
 1 rpO him that cliofe us firft, 
 
 A Before the world began; 
 
 To him that bore the curfe 
 To fave rebellious man ; 
 
 To him that form’d 
 Our hearts anew, 
 
 Is endlefs praife 
 And glory due. 
 
 2 
 
 3 
 
 The Father's love (hall run 
 Thro our immortal fongs; 
 
 We bring to God the Son 
 Hofannas on our tongues: 
 
 Our lips addrefs 
 The Spirit's name 
 With equal praife. 
 
 And zeal the fame. 
 
 Let ev’ry faint above. 
 
 And angels round the throne. 
 For ever blefs and love 
 The facred Three in One; 
 
 i 
 
344 HYMN XL, I, II. Book III. 
 
 Thus heav’n (hall raife 
 His honors high. / 
 
 When earth and time ,, 
 
 Grow old and die. 
 
 HYMN 40. Sloe od as Psalm, cxlviii. 
 TPQ God the Father’s throne 
 Perpetual honors raife;' 
 
 Glory to God the Son, 
 
 To God the Spirit praife: 
 
 And while our lips 
 Their tribute bring; 
 
 Our faith adores 
 The name we ling. 
 
 HYMN 41. Or thus: 
 
 HTO our eternal God, 
 
 ^ The Father and the Son, 
 
 And Spirit all divine. 
 
 Three myfteries in one/- 
 Salvation, pow ? r, 
 
 And praife be giv’n, 
 
 By all on earth, 
 
 And all in heav’n. 
 
 Uloe HOSANNA: or. Salvation ascribed, te 
 
 Chrifh 
 
 # HYMN 42, Jj. m. 
 
 i TTOSANNA to King David’s Son, 
 
 Who reign* ona iVperior throhe ; 
 
Book lit. HYMN XLIII, IV. MS 
 
 We blefs the Prince of heav’nly birth, 
 Who brings falvation dawn to earth. 
 
 2 Let ev’ry nation, ev’ry age, 
 
 In this delightful work engage ; 
 
 Old men and babes in Sion fmg 
 The growing glories of her King. 
 
 HYMN 43, c. m. 
 
 1 TTOSANNA to the prince of grace: 
 
 Sion, behold thy king; 
 
 Proclaim the Son of David’s race. 
 
 And teach the babes to hng. 
 
 2 Hofanna to the Incarnate Word, 
 
 Who from the Father came : 
 
 Afcribe falvation to the Lord 
 With blellings on his name, 
 
 HYMN 44, s. M. 
 
 1 TTOSANNA to the Son 
 
 Of David, and of God, 
 
 Who brought the news of pardon down. 
 And bought it with his blood, 
 
 2 To Chrift the anointed King 
 Be endlefs bleffings giv’n ; 
 
 Let the whole earth his glories fmg, 
 Who made our peace with heav’n. 
 
 * 
 
346 
 
 1 
 
 2 
 
 HYMN XLV. Book III. 
 HYMN 45, As Psalm 148. 
 
 TTOSANNA to the King 
 xx Of David’s ancient blood: 
 
 Behold he comes to bring 
 Forgiving grace from God; 
 
 Let old and young 
 Attend his way. 
 
 And at his feet 
 Their honors lay. 
 
 Glory to God on high. 
 
 Salvation to the Lamb; 
 
 Let earth, and fea, and fky, 
 
 His wond’rous love proclaim ; 
 
 Upon his head 
 Shall honors reft, 
 
 And ev’ry age 
 Pronounce him bleft. 
 
 
t 347 ) 
 
 AN 
 
 INDEX. 
 
 TO FIND ANY HYMN BY THE CONTENTS. 
 
 Note, The letters, a, b, c, fignify the firft, 
 fecond, and third book : the figures direft 
 to the hymn. 
 
 A. 
 
 Aaron and Chriit, a 145. Mofes and Jo- 
 ikua, b 124. 
 
 Abraham’s blefling on the Gentiles, a 60, 
 113, 114. b 134. offering his Ion, a 129. 
 
 Abience and prefence of God, b 93, 94. 
 from God for ever, intolerable b 107. 
 
 Accefs to the throne, by a Mediator, b 108. 
 
 Adam, hi.s fall, a 107. corrupt nature from 
 him, b 128. the firft 8c the fecond a 57, 124. 
 
 Adoption, a 64 , 143. and ele<£lion, a 54. 
 
 Advocate. See Chrift’s intercellion. 
 
 Affe&ions inconllant, b 20. unfan&ificd, b 
 165. 
 
 AiRi&ed, Chrifl’s CQmpaf&on to them, a 125. 
 
348 INDEX. 
 
 AfHi&ions removed* a 87. fubmitted to, a 
 5, 129. b 109. iupport and comfort under 
 them, b 50, 65. aitd death under Provi¬ 
 dence a 83. 
 
 Almoft chriftian b 158. 
 
 Ambition, &c, b 10,1. 
 
 Angels finging, b 24. Standing and falling, 
 b.27praifeye the Lord, b 27. pimilhecT* 
 and man favscl, b 96. 97. their miniftry to 
 Chrift and faints, b 18, 112, 113. 
 
 Anger of God. See Wrath, Vengeance, Haft. 
 
 Anfvver to the church’s prayers, a 30. 
 
 Anti-Chrift his ruin, a 29, 56, 59. See Ene¬ 
 mies. 
 
 Apoftate, b 158. 
 
 Apoilles commiflion, a 168. 
 
 Afcenlion and refurre&ion of Chrift, b 7&f 
 
 Afiftance againft temptations, a. 15, 32. b 
 50,65. 
 
 Affurauce of heaven, a 27. b 65. of the love 
 of Chrift, a 14 b 73. of faith, a 103. 
 
 Attributes. See God. 
 
 B. 
 
 Ba^y^o^ fallen, a 56, 59. See Enemies, 
 
 Backflidings and returns, b 20. 
 
 Baptilm, a 52. Preaching and the LordV 
 
INDEX. 
 
 b 141. and circumciflon 
 
 Burial with Chrift, a 122. 
 
 Beatitudes, a 102. 
 
 Believe and be laved, a 100. 
 
 Believer baptized, a 52, 122. 
 
 Birth, fir ft and fecond, a 95, 99. of Chrifl 
 miracles at it, b 136. 
 
 Blefled are the dead in the Lord, a 18. So 
 ciety in heaven, b 33, 75- 
 
 Biefledneis and buftnefs of heaven, a 40, 41 
 b 86. only in God, b 93, 94, 100. 
 
 BleiTmg of Abraham on the Gentiles, a 113 
 114. b 134. 
 
 Blood and fie Hi of Chrift is our food, c 17 
 IS. The feal of the New-Tellament, c 3 
 the Spirit and the water, c 9. 
 
 Boafting excluded, a 96. 
 
 Bodies frail. See Life, Health, Flefit. 
 
 Book of God's decrees, b 99. 
 
 Bread of life, is Chrift, c 5. 
 
 Breathing towards heaven, b 23. 
 
 Burial, b 63. with Chrift in baptifm, a 122 
 and death of a faint, b 3. 
 
 C. 
 
 Canaan and heaven, b 66, 124 
 
m INDEX. 
 
 Carnal joys parted with, b 10,11. R&afon 
 humbled, a II, 12. 
 
 Ceremonial. See Law, Types, Prieft. 
 
 Chara&eis of the children of God. a 143. of 
 Chrift, a 146, 150 of bleflednefs, a 102. 
 
 Charity and uncharitablenefs, a 126. and 
 love, a 130, 133 
 
 Children in the covenant of grace, a 113, 
 1.14.. devoted to God, a 12L b 127. 
 
 Chrift. See Lord and Aaron, a 145 and 
 Adam, a 124 his afeenfion, b 76. Beatific 
 fight of him, b 75. Beloved, defcribed, a 
 75. the bread of life, c 5. His care of the 
 young and feeble, a 125, 133. and the 
 church, locking, finding, 8cc. See Church. 
 Coming to judge, a 61. His commiilion, b 
 103, 104. Communion with him, a 66, 71. 
 and faints, a 67, 76. c 2. compared to in¬ 
 animate things, a 146. Mis coronation and 
 efpoufals, a 72, His crois, riot to be afham* 
 ed of, c 19. Crucified, God's vvifdom and 
 power, c 10. 
 
 David's fon, a 16 50. his death caufed by fin, 
 b 81 grace and glory by it, c 23. victory 
 and kingdom, b 114, his divine nature, a 
 2, 13, 92. b 51. dwells in heave*, vifits 
 
INDEX. 35 j. 
 
 Enjoyment of him, b 15, 16 His eternity. a 
 2, 92. Example, b 139. Excellencies a 75 
 . b 47, 
 
 Faith and knowledge of him, a 103. Iris ffclk 
 and blood our food, c 17, 18 found and 
 brought to the church, a 71. his glory in 
 heaven, b 91. God reconciled in him, b 
 14S. grace given us in him, a 137. b 40. 
 
 High Priell and King, a 61. his human and 
 divine nature, a 2, 13, 16. Humiliation and 
 exaltation, a 1,63, 144, 142. b 5, 43, 81 83 
 84. c 10, 16. ' 
 
 His incarnation, a 3, 13, interceffion, b 36„ 
 37,118. invitation to finners, a 127. 
 
 The King at his table, a 66. hi s kingdom 
 among men, a 3, 21. knowledge and faith 
 in him, a 103. 
 
 The Lamb of God, a 1, 25, 62, 63. his love to 
 the church, a K, 77, under delertion, b 5Q, 
 Died abroad in the heart, a 135. to men a 
 92. lifted up, a 112, 
 
 Miniitered to by angels, b 112, 113. miracles 
 at the birth of Chriit, h 136. miracles in 
 his life, death, and refurreftion, b 137. and 
 Mofes, a 118. 
 
 Names and titles, a 147, 148, 149,450. na* 
 tivitys a 3, 13, 
 
INDEX. 
 
 L. a 93. his 
 
 Obeyed 
 b )32 
 
 Pardon and iirengtli from him* c 24. our 
 paffover, b 155. his peri on glorious and 
 gracious, a 75. b 47. our phyfician, a 112. 
 his pity to the affl idled and tempted, a 125. 
 his priefthood, a 145. b 118. his prefence* 
 fee prefence. prophecies, and types of him, 
 b 135. prophet, pried, and king, a 25: b 
 13:2. our prophet and teacher, a 93. 
 
 Redemption. See redeem, rejedied by the 
 Jews, a 141. refurredlion* b 72, 76. is our 
 hope, a 26. refurredlion, life, and death* 
 miraculous, b 137. revealed to man, a 10. 
 to babes, a 11 > 12. rsghteoufnefs and 
 {trength in him, a 84, 85, 97* righteouiness 
 valuable, a 109. 
 
 |$is facriiace, b 142, and intercefiion, b 118. 
 falvation, righteoufnefs, and ilrength lit 
 him, a 15, 84" 85, 97,98. our fandlification, 
 a 97, 98. Satan at enmity* a 107. laints in 
 his hands, a 138. our fliepherd* a 67, 142* 
 the fubftanee of the types, b 12. font by 
 the Father, a 100, b 103, 104. his fiifler* 
 
 
INDEX. 35 ,: 
 
 mt enemies, a 28 9 29. types and prophe 
 cies of him, b 135. 
 
 Viflovy over Satan, a 58. b 89. death and 
 hell, c 21. imfeen and beloved, a 108. 
 
 Wifdom of God a .92. our wifdom and righ- 
 teoufnefs, a.97,98. \y orihipped by the qrea 
 tion, a 62. 
 
 Chriii ian. See faints, fpiritual, &c. religion, 
 its excellency, b 131. almofl, b 158. vir¬ 
 tues, b 161. ^ * 
 
 Church. See worihip, faints, fpiritual, its 
 fafetv and protedlion, a 8, 39. b 64, 92. its 
 enemies (lain by Chriii, a 28, 29. conver- 
 fing with Chriii, namely, feeking, finding, 
 calling, anfwering, a 65, 71. under God"', 
 care, a 66. efpoufals with Chriii, a 7 
 beauty in the eyes of Ghrift, a 73. the gar¬ 
 den of Chriii, a 74. 
 
 Gircumcilion abolifhed, b 134. and baptifm^ 
 a 121. b 127. 
 
 Clothing fpiritual, a 7, 40. 
 
 Comfort in the covenant with Chriii, b 4c ; 
 rellored, b 73. fee pardon, in forrows of 
 mind and body, b 50, 65. 
 
 Communion with Chriii and iaints, a2. be¬ 
 tween Chriii and the church, a 66 /l. h 
 
INDEX. 
 
 Cmnpailon of tidying. Chrift, c 22. to the 
 afllicfted, a 125. . • 
 
 Complaint of a hard heart, b 98. of defertion 
 and temptations, b 163. of dulnefs, b 34. 
 of indwelling fin-, a 115. of ingratitude, b 
 74. of iioth and negligence, b 25, 32. 
 
 Condemnation by the law, a 94. 
 
 Condeicenbon to our worfnrp, b 45. affairs, 
 b 46. 
 
 Confeffion and pardon, a 131. 
 
 Confcience good, the plealures of it, b 5f, 
 fee are and awakened, a 115. 
 
 -Conliancy in the gdipel, b 4. 
 
 Contention and love, a 130. 
 
 Con verb on, a 104. b 159. the difficulty of it, 
 b 161. delayed, a 88, 91. the joy ot heaven, 
 a 101. 
 
 Convidion of bn by the law, a 94, 115. by 
 the crofs of Chriit, b 81, 95. 
 
 Corrupt nature from Adam, a 57, 107- b 128, 
 159. 
 
 Covenant Of grace* a 9. children therein, a 
 113, 144. fealed and fworn, a 139. c 3. hope 
 in it, a 139, made with Chriit, our com¬ 
 fort, b 40. of works. See Law and GofpeJ. 
 
 Covetoufnefs, &c. a 24. b 56, 101. 
 
 Courage and conbancy, a 14, 15, 48. b 4, 65. 
 
 *»*■.« ! : ‘ V I* ' Fill 
 
INDEX. 3J,3 
 
 Creation, a 92. b 71, 147. new, b 130, pro 
 fcrvation, Stc. of this world, b 13. 
 
 Creatures praife the Lord, b 71. love dan- 
 gerous, b 48. God above them, a 82. their 
 vanity, b 146. 
 
 Crofs of Chrift is our glory, cl9. repentanc- 
 flowing from it, b 106. fdlvation in it, 
 
 4. crucifixion to the world by it, c 7. 
 
 Curfe andpromife, a 107. 
 
 Cullom in fin, b 160. 
 
 D. 
 
 Dangers of our earthly pilgrimage, b 53, 
 ef death and hell, b 55. of love to the crea¬ 
 tures, b 48. 
 
 Darknefs difpelled by Chrifl’s prefence, b 54 
 of providence, b 109. 
 
 Day of grace, and time of duty, a 88. c£ 
 
 1 judgment, a 45, 61, 65, 89, 90. 
 
 Dead in the Lord, their blelfednefr, a 18. 
 to fin by the crofs of Chrift, a 106. 
 
 Death. See Chrift, and afflictions under pro- 
 
 i- vidence, a 83. terrible to the unconverted, 
 a 91. made eafy by the fight of Chrift, b 
 31. c 14. by a fight of heaven, b 66 God’s 
 prefence in it, b 49, 117. our fear of it, ll 
 31. deArable, a 19. b 61. overcome, a 17. 
 triumphed over, a 6. b 110. prepared for, 
 
command, b 49. dreadful and delightful, 
 b 52. 
 
 Deceitfulnefs of fin, b 150. . 
 
 ‘Decrees of God, a 11 12, 96, 117. b 99. 
 
 .Deity of Chrift, a 2, 13, 92. b 51. 
 
 Delay of converfion, a 88, 91. b 25, 32. 
 
 Delight in worfhip, b 14, in God, b 42. in 
 converfe with Chrift, b 15, 16. ‘ 
 
 Deliverance from death and the grave, b 3. 
 See Enemies church, and fubmiifion, a 
 129. from fpiritual enemies, a 47. b 65, 82, 
 111 . 
 
 Dependance. See Faith. 
 
 Defertion and temptation complained of. b 
 163. * 
 
 Defire of Chrift's prefence, b 100. See more 
 in heaven, Chrift, love, &c. 
 
 Defpair and prefumption, a 115. b 156, 157 
 
 Devil vanquished, a 58. See victory. 
 
 Devotion fervent, defired^ b 34, 
 
 Difficulty of converfion, b 161. 
 
 X)i Ablution of this world, b 13, 164. 
 
 Difeafe. See ficknefs, 
 
 356 ' INDEX. 
 
 a 27. b 63. of a iinner, a 24. b 2. and bu¬ 
 rial of a faint, a 18. b 3. and eternity, b 
 28. and glory, a 110. b 61. and the refitr- 
 re&ion, b 3, 102, 110. of Mofes at God’s 
 
INDEX. 3 
 
 Difteraper, folly and madnefs of fin, b 853 
 Diftinguifhinglove, a 11, 12, 96, 117. b. £ 
 
 See God, Deity, &c. 
 
 Divme 
 
 Dominion of God, and our deliverance, b 
 111. eternal, b 67. over the fea, b 70. 
 Doubts and fears fuppreft, b 73. 
 
 Doxologies, c 26—45. 
 
 Pulnefs fpi ritual, o 25. 
 
 Earth, no reft on it, b 146. and heaven, b 
 10, 11, 53. 
 
 Effufion of the Spirit, b 144. 
 
 Ele&ion excludes boafting, a 96. free, a 11, 
 12, 54, 117. See Decrees. 
 
 End of the world, b 164. 
 
 Enemies of the church difappointed, b 92. 
 falvation from them, b 82, 88. triumphed 
 over by Chrift, a 28, 29. See Church, 
 Babylon, Michael. 
 
 Enjoyment of Chrift, b 15,16. See Worfhip, 
 
 Enmity between Chrift and Satan, a 107.$ 
 
 Envy and love, a 130. 
 
 Efpoufals of the church to Chrift, a 72. 
 
 Eltabliihment in grace, b 82. 
 
 Eternity of God, b 17« of his dominion, b 
 
358 INDEX. 
 
 6f. and death, b 28. . fucceeding this life*, 
 b 35. See Heaven, Death* 
 
 Evening and morning hymns, a 79, 80, 81. b 
 
 6 , 7 , 8 . 
 
 Exaltation. See Chrift, glory, fufferings, &<z. 
 
 Example of Chrift, b 139. of faints, b 140. 
 
 Excellency of the Chriitian religion, b 131. 
 
 F, 
 
 J aith in things unfeen, a 120. b 129. and 
 Knowledge of Chrift, a 103. love and joy, 
 a 108. and unbelief, b 125. living and dead, 
 a 140. affifted by fenfe, b 141. its joy, b 
 162- in Chrift our facrifice, b 142. anclfal- 
 vation, a 100. of afTurance, a 103. and 
 fight, a 110. b 145. triumphing in Chrift, 
 a 14. for pardon and fan&ification, b 90. 
 faith and real on, b 87, 109. 
 
 FaitlifuLnefs of God’s promifes, b 40,60, 69. 
 
 Fall of angels and men, b 24. and recovery 
 of man, a 107. b 78. 
 
 Fears and doubts fuppreft, b 73. 
 
 Feaft of love, a 68. of triumph, c 21 of the 
 gofpel, a 7. c 12, 20. made, and guefts 
 invited, c 13. 
 
 Fellowship: See Comfnunion. 
 
 Fervency of devotion defired, b 34. 
 
 Few ihved, b 158/ 
 
INDEX. £5$ 
 
 •Flefh and blood of Chrift the bell food, c 17, 
 18. our tabernacle, a 110. and fpirit, b 113 
 food fpirituai, a 7> 67, 68, 74. b 15. See 
 Feaft. 
 
 Folly and madnefs of fin, b 153., 
 
 Forbearance. See Patience* 
 
 Forgive nefs. See Pardon. 
 
 Formality in worfliip, a 136. 
 
 Frail. See Life, Health, Forgetfuluefs, b 165, 
 Frailty and folly, b 32- 
 Free. See grace, election. 
 
 Freedom from fin' and mifery in heaven, b 85 
 •Funeral thought, b 61, 63. See death, burial. 
 
 G 
 
 Garden of Chrift, is the Church, a 74,, 
 Garment of falvat-ion., a 7, 20. 
 
 Gentiles, Chrift revealed to them, a 10, 1J, 
 50. c I V 14. Abraham's blefling on them, 
 a 113, 114. b 134. ^ 
 
 Glorified martyrs and faints., a 40, 41. body* 
 b 110. 
 
 Glory and death, a 110. b 61. See Heaven, 
 of God above our reafon, b 87* of Chrift 
 in heaven, b 91. See Chrift, and grace by 
 the death of Chrift, c 23. juft ideation and 
 fan&ification, a 3. to the Father. Son, and 
 
S60 INDEX. 
 
 Holy Ghofl, c 26, 41. of God in the gof*. 
 pel, b 126. and grace in the perfon of 
 Chrifl, b 47. and .bufferings of Chrifl, b 
 43. See fufferings. 
 
 Glorying in the crofs of Chrifl, c 19. 
 
 God all, and in all, b 93 , 94. his abfence. See 
 abfence. his attributes, b 51, 166, 169. 
 glorified by Chrifl, b 126. c 10. the aven¬ 
 ger of his faints, b 115. 
 
 Care of his church, a 39. condefcenfion to 
 human affairs, b 46.< our worihip, b 45. the 
 Creator and Redeemer, b 35. 
 
 Our delight, b 42. our defence, a 47. do¬ 
 minion over the fea, b 70. dominion, and. 
 our deliverance, b 111* dwells with the 
 humble, a 87. 
 
 Eternity, b 17. eternal dominion, b 67. ever- 
 lafting abfence intolerable, b 100,107. 
 
 Ear above his creatures, a 82. the Father, 
 Son, and Spirit, c 26, 41. his faithfulnefs 
 to his promifes, b 60, 69. 
 
 Glory and defence of Sion, b 64, his glory 
 above our reafon, b 87. his goodnels, b 
 58, 80. his grace. See grace, government 
 from him, b 149 holinefs, juftice, and fo- v 
 vereignty, a 86. 
 
 Inyifible, b 26. mcomprehenfible, b 87, 170 o 
 

 INDEX. 
 
 361 
 
 His kingdom fupreme^ b 115.’ his love in 
 lending-his Son, a 100. 
 
 And our neighbour loved, a 116. 
 
 Our portion or chief good, b 93, 94. his 
 power, b 80 and goodnefs, b 6, 7, 8. See 
 praife. pretence in life and at death, b 117, 
 See pretence, preferver of our lives, b 6, 
 7, 8, 19. promife and truth unchangeable, 
 a 139. 
 
 Sight of him weans us from earth, b 41# 
 Sovereign, b 170. 
 
 Terrible majefly, b22. arid mercy, b 80. his 
 truth, b 60, 69: 
 
 Vengeance, b 44, 62- unity and trinity, c 26— 
 41. 
 
 His word, a 53. wrath and mercy, a 43. 
 
 Goodnefs of God, b 58, 74. See grace, and 
 power of God, a 42, b 80. 
 
 Golpel featt, c 12. See grace, feaft. invita¬ 
 tion and provition, a 7. c 20. times, their 
 bleffednefs, a 10. See Scripture, glorifies 
 God, b 126. no liberty to fin, a 106, 132, 
 140. not afhamed of It, a 103, c 19. and 
 law, a 94. b 120, 121, 124. finned again ft, 
 a 118. its different fuccefs, a 119. b 144* 
 miniflry, a 10. atteiied by miracles, a 12£« 
 
 h 136, 137: its' glorious effect* b 138. 
 
3&2 INDEX. 
 
 Government from God, b 149. 
 
 Grace and glory by the death of Chriil, c 23- 
 of the Spirit, a 102. converting, b 159. in 
 exercife, c 25..Nullifies, a 94 fan&ifies, and. 
 l'aves, a 111. not conveyed bv parents, a 99. 
 alhfuffici&nt in duty and iofferings, a 15,32, 
 104 given, in Chriil, a 137. covenant, a 9. 
 children in it, a 113, 114. and hoiinefs, a 
 132. eleding, a 54. its freedom and fove- 
 reigntv,. a 11, 12, 96, 117. b 96, 97. and, 
 glory in the perfon of Chriff, b 47. adopt¬ 
 ing/a 64 perfevering, a 51 promifes, a 7, 
 9 throne acceffible by Chrill, bob,37, 1Q8. 
 
 Gratitude for divine favors, b 116. 
 
 H 
 
 H appi^ess See Bleffed, Heaven. 
 
 Hardnefs of heart, b 93. 
 
 Hatred and love, a 130. 
 
 Health preierved, b 6, 7, 3,19. reitored, a 55. 
 
 Heaven and earth, b 10, 11, 53. and bell, a 
 45. invifible and holy, a 105 meditation of 
 it, b 162. joy there for repenting hnners, 
 a 101. its bleffednefs and bufmefs, a 40, 41. 
 the hope of it our fupport, b 65. its prof- 
 pea makes death eafy, b 66. worfhip of it 
 tumble, b 63 freedom from fki and miftvy 
 
INDEX. 563 
 
 there, b 86. hoped for by Chrifl-s refurrec- 
 tion, a 26. infured and prepared for, a 27* 
 Chrift’s dwelling- place, a 76. b 91. light of 
 God and Chrift there, b 23. bleffed focietv 
 there, b 33. delired, b 68. 
 
 Heavenly-raindednefs, b 57. joy on earth b 
 15, 30, 59. * 
 
 Hell and death, b 2. and judgment, a 45. b 
 62. or the vengeance of Gcd, b 22, 44. the 
 holy fear of it, b 107. 
 
 Hezekiah’s fong, a 55, 
 
 Holy. See Spirit. 
 
 Holinefs. See Grace, Spiritual, SanAi'fica- 
 tion. And fovereignty of God, a 82, 86 
 and grace, a 132, 140. its charaaers, a IO2! 
 
 Honor vain, b 101. to magiftrates, b 149. 
 
 Hope of the living, a 88. gives light and 
 itrength, b 129. in the covenant, a 139. of 
 heaven by ChrilVs refurreaion, a 26. of 
 heaven our fupport under trials, b 65, of 
 the refurre&ion, b 3. 110. 
 
 Hofanna to C brill, a i6. c 42, 8cc. 
 
 Human affairs condefcended to by Cod, b 46. 
 Nature of C hr ill, a 2, 3, 13. 60. 
 
 Humble, God’s dwelling, a 87. Enlightened, 
 a 11, 12, 50. Worfhip of heaven, b 68. 
 
 Humiliation. See Chriil, Sufferings, &c**hd 
 prayer public, a 30. 
 
364 INDEX. 
 
 Humility and pride, a 127. and meeknefs,. 
 
 a 102. in heaven, b 68. 
 
 Hypocrify and fmcerity, a 186. Hypocrite, 
 or almofl chriflian, b 158. 
 
 I 
 
 J e A lousy of our love to Cfirifi, a 78. 
 
 Jefus. See Lord, Ghriit. 
 
 Jews. See. Mofes, Gofpei, Chrifl, Gentiles/ 
 Ignorants enlightened, a 11, 12. 
 
 Ignorance and un fruit fufnefs, b 165. 
 Impenitence, b 125. 
 
 Incarnation of Chrifl, a 2, 3, 13, 60. 
 Incompreheniible God, b 87. and invifsble, b 
 26. 
 
 Inconftancy of our love, b 20. 
 
 Infants. See Children. 
 
 Ingratitude complained of, b 74. 
 lnfpiration and prophecy, b 101. 
 
 Inflitution of the Lord’s 1 upper, c 1. 
 Inefficiency of felf-righteoufuefs, b 154. 
 Intetcellion of Chrifl, b 36, 37, 118. 
 Invitation of Chrifl arifwered, a 70. of the 
 Gofpei, a 79, 127. c 13, 20. 
 
 John the Baptifl’s meffage, a 50. 
 
 J >fhua r Aaron, and Moles, b 124. 
 
 Joy, faith, and love, a 108. of faith, b 162. 
 carnal, parted with* blO, 11. heavenly upon 
 
,b SO, 59. /pirU^ali-cftored, U 
 73. See more in (Might, comfort. 
 Judgment-dav, a 45, 61, 65, .89, 90. and hdl 
 b 62. jplwift.coming to it, a 61. 
 juilice, 8u% of God, a 86, 
 
 Jufrifieation, a 1 4> See Pardon, by faith, not 
 by works, a 94, 109. fondufication, a 7, S 
 20, 84, 85. b 90. and glory, a 3. 
 
 K. ' 
 
 CiMom and thU% of Ohrid, a IS. of 
 Ob flit among men, a 2L, 65. of God eter- 
 ‘ nab b 68; ■ fwf-reme, b 1-15. 
 
 Knowledge and faith, in Chrilt, a 103. faviiKt 
 from God, a II, 12, 93. 
 
 3L. 
 
 ' 4 * • ,/f * • ..... n . , * , 
 
 LA-MB. f that iw as flain, a 1, 25,62. See ChriiL 
 Law convinces of fin, a 115. condemns, a 94, 
 and gefpej, b 120,121, 124?, andgofpelfin¬ 
 ned againit, a 118. 
 
 Levitical prieilhood fulfilled in Chriil, b 12. 
 Life frail, and fucceeding eternity, b 55. 
 
 Light and laivation by Jefus Chrift, a 50. in 
 
366 INDEX. 
 
 darknefs by the pre fence of God, b 54. 
 given to the blind, a 11, 12. 
 
 Long-fufferalic6. See patience. 
 
 Lord Jefus at his own table, a 66. c 15. flip¬ 
 per, preaching, and baptifm, b 141. flip¬ 
 per inftituted, c 1. day, a 72. delightful, b 
 14. table provided for, c 20. See more in 
 Chrift. • * 
 
 Love of Chrift unchangeable, a 14, 39. died 
 abroad in the heart, a 135. its banquet, a 
 68. c 13. of Chrift in words and deeds, a 
 77. of Chrift its ftrength, a 73. unfeen, a 
 108; to Chrift, b 100. to God pleafant and 
 powerful, b 38. and hatred, a 130. faith 
 and joy, a 108. and charity, a 133. tof God 
 in fending his Son, a 100. b 103, 104. to 
 God and our neighbour, a 116. religion 
 vain without it, a 134. peace and meek- 
 nefs, a 102* of Chrift dying, c 4, 22. t* 
 God inconftant, b 20. to the creatures, 
 dangerous, b 48. diftinguiflnng, a 11, 12. 
 b 96, 97. 
 
 M. 
 
 iVT^dness, folly, and diftemper of fin, b 153* 
 
 Magistrates honored, b 149. 
 
 Majefty of God terrible, fe 22, 62. 
 
 Malice and love, a 130. 
 
INDEX. 367 
 
 Man faved, and angels punifhed, b 96, 97. 
 mortal and vain, a 82. his fall and recove¬ 
 ry, a 107. 
 
 Martyrdom, a 14". b 4. 
 
 Martyrs glorified, a 40, 41. v 
 
 Mary the virgin's long, a 60. 
 
 Mediator the way to the throne of grace, b 
 108. 
 
 Mediation of heaven, b 162. and retirement, 
 b 122. 
 
 Memory weak, b 165. 
 
 Memorial of our abfent Lord, c 6. 
 
 Mercies national, b 1, 111. See grace, wrath, 
 thanks. 
 
 Mefliali born, a 60. come, b 12. 
 
 MichaeFs war with the dragon, a 58, 
 
 Miniiters commiffion, a 128. 
 
 Miniftry of angels, b 18. of the gofpel, a 10. 
 
 Mifery and fin banifhed from heaven, b 86. 
 and fhortnefs of life, b 39. without God in 
 the world, b 56. of Tinners. See finner, 
 death, hell. 
 
 Morning and evening fongs, a 79, 80, 81. b 
 6,7, 8. 
 
 Mortality and vanity of man, a 82. 
 
 Mortification to the world by the fight of 
 
 I God, b 41. by the crofs of Chrift, b 106. c 7 
 
368 INDEX. 
 
 Mofes and Chrift, a 49, 118. 
 
 Moles dying, b 49. Aaron and Jolhua, b 124. 
 Mourning. See complaint, repentance. 
 Mylteries revealed, a 11,12. 
 
 N. 
 
 National mercies and thanks, b 1, 111. 
 Nativity of Chrift, a 2, 3, 13. 
 
 Nature and grace, a 104. corrupt from Adam, 
 a 57. b 128, 159. 
 
 Neighbour and God loved* a 116* 
 
 New, covenant fealed, c 3. promises, a 7. 
 long, a 1. creature, a 9. teftament in the 
 blood of Chrilt, c 3. creation, a 95. b 130. 
 birth* a 95. 
 
 O. 
 
 o bedience evangelical, a 140, 143. 
 
 Old age, and death of the unconverted, a 91. 
 Offence not to be given, a 126. 
 
 Offices and operations of the Holy Spirit, h 
 133. and of Chrilt, a 146—150. b 132. 
 Olive tree, the wild and good, a 114. 
 Ordinances. See worfhip, Lord’s-fupper. 
 Original lin, a 57. See Adam, nature. 
 
 P. 
 
 Pains, comfort under them, b 50, 
 
 ar 
 
INDEX* 369 
 
 Paradife oil earthy b 30, 59. 
 
 Pardon, a Sufficiency of it, b 85. and confef- 
 fion, a 131. and ftrength from Chrift, c 24. 
 bought at a dear price, c 4. and fanaifica* 
 tion by faith, a 9. b 90. brought to our 
 fenfes, c 11. 
 
 Parents and children, a 113, 114. convey not 
 grace, a 99. 
 
 Paffover, Chrift is ours, b 155. 
 
 Pafiion. See Chrift, fufTerings, anger, love. 
 
 Patience under affiiaions, a 5, 129. b 109. of 
 God producing repentance, b 74, 105. 
 
 Peace of confcience, b 57. and contention, a 
 130. See comfort, joy. 
 
 Perfe&ions of God, b 166—169. 
 
 Perfevering grace, a 26, 32, 48, 51, 138. 
 
 Perfon of Chrift glorious and rracious, a 75. 
 
 . b 47. 
 
 Persecution, courage under it, a 14. 
 
 Pharifee and Publican, a 131. 
 
 Pilgrimage of the faints, b 53. 
 
 pleafure of a good confcience, b 57. of re¬ 
 ligion, b 30, 59. ftnful forfaken, b 10, 11, 
 their vanity and danger, b 101. 
 
 Poverty of fpirit, a 102, 127. 
 
 Power of God, a 86. and wifdom in Chrift 
 crucified, b!26. c 10. and good nefs of God 
 awful, a 42, b 80, 
 
370 MDEX. 
 
 Praife imperfect on earth, b 5. for daily pro¬ 
 tection and prefervation, b 6, 7, 8. from 
 angels, b 27. from the creation, b 71- to 
 . the Redeemer, b 5. 21, 29, 35, 78 to the 
 trinity, c 26—-41. for creation and redemp¬ 
 tion, b 35, 
 
 Prayer and praife, a 1. for deliverance, an- 
 fvvered, a 30. 
 
 Preaching, Baptifm, and the Lord’s Supper, 
 b 141. 
 
 Predeilination. See ele&ion. 
 
 Preparation for death, a 27. See death. 
 Preemption anddefpair, a 115. b 156, 157. 
 Prefence of God in worfhip, b 45. light in 
 darknefs, b 54. in death, a 19 b 31, 49, c 
 
 14. in life and death, b 117- or abfence of 
 Chriit, b 50 of Chrift in worfhip, a 66, b 
 
 15, 16. c 15. of God our life, b 93, 94, 
 
 100 . 
 
 Prefervation of this world, bl3. of our graces 
 a 51. of our lives, b'6, 7, 8 19. 
 
 Pride and humility, a 11, 12, 127. 
 Prieithood Levitical ending in Chrift, 13. of 
 Chriit, b 118. 
 
 Prodigal repenting, a 123. 
 
 Profit and unprofitablenefs, a 118. b 165. . 
 Promifed Meffiah born, a 60, 107. 
 
INDEX.' 371 
 
 Promifes of the covenant, a 9,.39, 107. See 
 fcripture and truth of God unchangeable, 
 a 139. our fecurity, b 40, 60, 69. 
 
 Prophecies and types of Chrift, b 135. and 
 inspiration, b 151. 
 
 Profperity and adverfity, a 5. vain, b 56, 
 
 101 . 
 
 Prote&ion from fpiritual enemies, b 82. of 
 the church, a 8, 22, 23. See Church. 
 
 Providence, b 46. executed by Chriii, a 1. 
 over affli&ions and death, a 83. its dark* 
 nefs, b 109. profperous and afHi&ive, a 5. 
 
 Proviiions. See Goipel, Lord’s Table. 
 
 Public ordinances. See worihip. 
 
 Publican and Pharifee’, a 131. 
 
 Puniihment for iin. See hell, a 100,118. 
 
 R. 
 
 Race, Chriftian, a 48; b 53. 
 
 Reafon, feeble, b 87. carnal, humbled, a 11, 
 
 12 . 
 
 Recovery from iicknefs, a 55. 
 
 Reconciliation to God in Chrift, b 148. 
 
 Redemption in Chrift, a 97, 98. b 78. and 
 prote&ion, b 82. by price, c 4. and by 
 power, b 29. See Chrift. 
 
 Regeneration, a 95. b 130. See ele&ion, 
 adoption, fan&ification. 
 
m. m&MJ 
 
 Religidn; ntgledled, b 32. Vain vm-h^ut love 
 a 134. chrifti&nity* the excellency of fo, \ 
 131. revealed, Seegofpel, fcripture. 
 Remembrance of Gbrift; c 6. 
 
 Repenting prodigal # a 12$, 
 
 Repentance from God’s g©©d*tefs &M natl- 
 
 Ohrift, heaven. 
 
 Retirement and meditation, b 122, 
 
 Returns and backilidingS, b 20. 
 
 Revelation of Chrift. See Gentile, gofpelv 
 Revenge and love, a 130. 
 
 Rich linner dying, a 24. b 56. 
 
 Riches, their vanity, b 56, 101; ; - > 
 
 Righteoufnefs and ftrength in Chrift* a 84> f 
 85, 97, 98. of Cfrrift valuable, a 109. our 
 robe, a 7, 20. and felf-righteoufnefs^a 131. 
 our own infuftlcient, b 154. 
 
 Sabbath delightful, b 14. 
 
 Sacrament. See Baptifm, Lord’s Supper. ' 
 Sacrifice of Chrift, b 142. and int&fdeifton, b 
 
INDEX, m 
 
 Saints. See church, fpirbtiaK Cod their 
 avenger, b 115. and hy pocrites, a 136, 140 
 their example, b 140. chafers of them] 
 . a 13o,- 14'5. in the hand of Clmft, a 138*. 
 fecurity b 64. beloved in Chrift, a 54. 
 adopted,- a 64;- death and burial, b 3. in 
 glory, a 40. 41. communion, c £?. 
 
 Salvation, b 88. of the word of fmners, a 
 104. by grace, a 111. in Chrift, a 137- See 
 Chrift crofs, grace, heaven, light, redeem, 
 righteoufnefs. 
 
 Sanctification, j unification, and glory, a 3. 
 and pardon, a 9. through faith, b 90. 
 
 Satan and Chrift at enmity, a 107. his vari¬ 
 ous temptations, b 156, 157. conquered by 
 Chrift. b 89. See devil. 
 
 Scripture, a 53. b 119. See gofpel. 
 
 Sea under the dominion of God, b 70. 
 
 Sealing and witnelHng fpirit, a 144. 
 
 Secure and awakened (inner, a 115. 
 
 Security in the promifes, b 40, 60, 69. 
 
 Seeking after Chrift, a 67, 71. 
 
 Self-righteoufnefs, a 131. infufficient, b 154. 
 
 Senfe afiifling our faith, b 141. 
 
 Senfual delights dangerous, blO, 11, 48. 
 
 Serpent brazen, a 112. 
 
 Shepherd, Chrift, and his pallures, a 67* 
 
INDEX. 
 
 i, frailty, and mifery ©f life, b 32, 39, 
 recovery, a 55. 
 
 Sight of God mortifies us to the world, b 41. 
 of Chriit beatific, b 16, 75. and faith, a 
 110,120 b 129, 145. of Chrift makes death 
 ealy, c 14. - 
 
 fong, a 19, c 14. 
 
 Sinai and Sion, b 152. 
 
 Sincerity and hypocrify, a 136. 
 
 Sin the caufe of Chrift’s death, b 81. and 
 mifery banilhed from heaven, a 105 b 86. 
 original, a 57. pardoned and fubdued, a 9, 
 104. b 90. indwelling, a 115. its power, a 
 115. b 86. the ruin of angels and men, b 
 24. cuitom in it, b 160. folly, madnels, and 
 diilemper of it, b 153. conviction of it by 
 the law a 115. againft the law and gofpel, 
 a 118. crucified, a 106. deceitfulnefs of it, 
 b 150. 
 
 Sinning and repenting, b 20. 
 
 Sinful pleafures forfaken, b 10, 11. 
 inner, the vileft faved, a 104. and faints 
 death, b 2 3, 52. invited to Chrifi, a 127. 
 excluded heaven, a 104,105. his death ter¬ 
 rible, a 91 b 2- 
 
 Sloth* fpiritual, complained of? b 25. 
 
INDEX. 
 
 s rs 
 
 Society in heaven blefied, b 53. 
 
 Son equal with the Father, b 51. Set Chrift. 
 
 Sonsot God, a 64, 143. Ele<5l and new-born 
 
 a 54. 
 
 Song of angels, a 3. of Simeon, a 19. e 14. 
 
 ~ of Zechariah, a 50 of Moles and the Lamb, 
 a 49, 56. of Hezekiah, a 55. of Solomon 
 paraphrafed, a 66—78. of the Virgin Mary, 
 a 60 for November 5th, b 92. 
 
 Sorrow. See repentance, comfort under it, b 
 50, 60, 69. for the dead, relieved, b 3. 
 
 Sovereignty, a 86. Soe grace, ele&ion, God. 
 
 Soul leparate. See death, heaven, hell. 
 
 Spirit breathed after, a 74. b 34. water and 
 blood, c 9. his offices, b 133. witneffing 
 andfealing, a 144. its fruits, a 102. 
 
 Spiritual enemies, deliverance, a 47. b65,82. 
 warfare, b 77. pilgrimage, b 53. apparel, 
 a 7, 20. race, a 48. doth and dulnefs, b25, 
 34. joy, b 73, 75. meat, drink, and cloth¬ 
 ing, a 7. food. See feaft. 
 
 State of nature and grace, a 104. 
 
 Storm. See thunder. 
 
 Strength from heaven, a 15 
 
 oufnefs and pardon in Chr ^ 
 
 Submiflion and deliverance, 
 tions, a 5. b 109* 
 
3 ? 6 IKBEX. 
 
 Succefs of the gofpel, a 11,13, 119. b 144. 
 SnSerings for Chrift, a 102. See Chrift. 
 Supper of the Lord inftituted, c 1. baptifm 
 and preaching, b 141. 
 
 Support under trials, b 50, 65. 
 
 Sympathy of Chrift, a 125. 
 
 T. 
 
 ’I'able of the Lord. See Lord. 
 
 Temptations, hope under them, a 13§. of 
 the world, b 101. of the Devil, b 65, 156, 
 157. and defertion complained of, b 163. 
 
 Tempted, Chrift** companion to them, a 125. 
 
 Terrors of death to the unconverted, a 91. 
 
 Yeftament, new, in the blood of Chrift, c 3. 
 
 Thankfgiving for victory, b 111. for mercies, 
 b 116. national, b 1. 
 
 Throne of grace. See Grace. 
 
 Thunderer, God, b 62. 
 
 Time redeemed, a 88. ours, and eternity 
 God's, b 67. 
 
 Tree of life, t 8. and rivers of love, c 20. 
 
 Trinity praifed, c 26—41. 
 
 Trials on earth, arid hope of heaven, b 65. 
 
 Triumph over death, a 6. b 110. of faith in 
 Thrift* a 14. at a feaft, c 21. of Ghrift over 
 enemies, a 28. 
 
 
INDEX. 
 
 377 
 
 Trull. See faith. 
 
 Truth and promifes of God .unchangeable, a 
 139, b 60, 69. ' ; 
 
 Types, b 12. and prophecies of Chrift, b 135. 
 
 V. 
 
 Vain profperity, b 56, 101. 
 
 Value of Chrili and his righteoufhefs, a 109. 
 
 Vanity and mortality of man, a 82. of youth, 
 a 89* 90. of the creatures, b 146. 
 
 Victory, a thanklgiving for it, b 111. over 
 death, a 17. lip and for.row, a 14. of 
 Chriff, over Satan, a 58. b 89. See ene¬ 
 mies. 
 
 Virtues chrlliian, b 161. See holinefs, love, 
 faint, fpiritual. 
 
 Unbelief and faith, a 100. b 125, punjihed, a’ 
 118 
 
 Uncharitablenefs and charity, a 126. 
 
 Unconverted Hate, b 159. death terrible 
 them, a 91. 
 
 Unfruitfulnefs, a 165. 
 
 Unfan&ified affections, b 165. 
 
 Unfeen things, faith in them, a 120- 
 
 W. 
 
 Wan d&/»ino affections^ b 20. thoughts in 
 worthtp, a 136, 
 
-%n INDEX, 
 
 Warfare, cbriflian, b 77- i 
 
 'Water, the Spirit, and the blood, c 9, i} 
 
 Weak faints encouraged by Chrifl, a 125.. by 
 the church, a 126. 
 
 Weaknefs our own, and Chrifl our ftrcngth* 
 a 15. 
 
 Wifdom and power of God in Chrifl crucifi¬ 
 ed, c 10. carnal humbled, a 11, 12. 
 
 WitnefEng and fealing fpirit, a 144. 
 
 Word of God, a 53. preached, a 10 119. See 
 gofpel, Scripture. 
 
 World, crucifixion to it by the crofs, c7. the 
 temptations of it, b 101. its end, b 164. 
 mortification to it by the fight of God, b 
 41. its creation, b 147- preservation, b 13. 
 
 Worfhip of heaven humble, b 68, profitable, 
 b 123. condefcended toby God, b 45. Chrifl 
 prefent at it, a 66 bl5, 16. c 15. accepted 
 through Chrifl, b 36, 37- formality in it, 
 a 136. delightful, b 14, 15,16, 42. 
 
 Wrath and mercy of God, a 42. b 80. See 
 God, hell. 
 
 Y. 
 
 Yoke of Chrifl eafy, a 127. 
 
 Youth, its vanities, a 89, 90. advifed, a 91. 
 
 Z. 
 
 Z E cKARiAH T sfong, and John’s me {Sage > a 56° 
 
INDEX. 37 * 
 
 Zeal in the chriftian race, a 48. b 129. and 
 love, a 14. for the gofpel, a 103. b 4. the 
 want of it, b 25. againft fin, b 106. for God. 
 
 . b 116. 
 
 Zion, her glory and defence, b 64. See church. 
 Zion’s God praifed, b 1. for deliverances* k 
 . 92. 
 
 

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 ANY HYMN BY THE 
 
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 Note The letters, a, b, c, denote the fkfl, 
 Second, and Third Book: the figures direct 
 to the Hymn. 
 
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 Book Hv, 
 
 a 
 
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 c 
 
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 Adam, our father and our head, 
 Adore and tremble for our God 
 Alas, and did my Saviour bleed 
 All glory to thy worid’rous name 
 Ail mortal vanities be gone 
 And are we wretches yet alive 
 And mult this body die 
 And now the fcales have left mineeyes b 
 Arife, my foul, my joyful powers b 
 At thy command, our deaveit Lord 
 Attend while God’s exalted $oa 
 Awake, my heart, arife my tongue 
 Awake, our fouls, away our fears 
 Away from every mortal c 
 
 ate 
 
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 43 
 
 42 
 
 9 
 
 33 
 
 25 
 
 105 
 
 110 
 
 81 
 
 82 
 
 19 
 130 
 
 20 
 48 
 
 123 
 
A TABLE, &c. 
 
 381 
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 \ B. 
 
 Backward with humble fhame we 
 
 loofc a 57 
 
 Begin my tongue fomeheav’nly theme b 69 
 Behold how Tinners difagree a 131 
 
 Behold the blind their light receive b 137 
 Behold the glories of the Lamb a 1 
 
 Behold the grace appears a 3 
 
 Behold the potter and the clay a 117 
 
 Behold the rofe of Sharon here a 68 
 Behold the woman’s promis’d feed b 135 
 Behold the wretch whofe 1 aft and wine a 123 
 Behold what wond’rons grace a 6 $< 
 
 Blefs'd are the humble fouls that fee a 102 
 Blel'b’4 he the everlafting God a 26 
 
 Blefs’d be the Father and his,love c 26. 
 Blefs’d is the man whofe cautious feet a 3i 
 BlefsM morning 1 whofeyoung daw n- 
 
 ingrays b 72- 
 
 Blefs’d with the joys of innocence b 128 
 Blood has a voice to pierce the ikies b 11 3 
 Bright King of glory, dreadful God b 51 
 Broad is the road that leads to death b lj 8 
 Bury'd in (hadows of the night a 97 
 But. few among the carnal wife a 9d 
 
 A A 
 
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382 A TABLE TO 
 
 Book Hy. 
 
 G. 
 
 Can creatures to perfe&ion find b 170 
 Chrift and his erofs is all our theme a 119 
 Come, all harmonious tongues b 84 
 
 Come* deareft Lord,defcend and dwell a 135 
 Come, happy fouls, approach your God b 103 
 Come hither, all ye weary fouls a 127 
 
 Come, holy Spirit, heav’nly Dove b 34 
 Come, let us join a joyful tune c 8 
 
 Come, let us join our cheerful fongs a 62 
 
 Come, let us lift our joyful eyes b 108 
 
 Come, let us lift our voices high c 21 
 
 Come we that love the Lord b 30 
 
 Da 
 
 Daughters of Sion, come, behold a 72 
 Dear Lord, behold our fore dill refs b 163 
 Deareft of all the names above b 148 
 
 Death cannot make our fouls afraid b 49 
 Death may diSolve my body now a 27 
 Death ! his a melancholy day b 52 
 
 Deceiv’d by fubtle Inarcs of hell a 107 
 Deep in the duil before thy throne a 124 
 Defcendfrom heav'n, immortal Dove b 23 
 Do we not know that folemn word a 122 
 Down headlong from theirnative Ikies b 96 
 ©read Sovereign, let my ev’ning long b 7 
 
FIND ANY HYMN. 
 
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 Book Hr. 
 
 E. 
 
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 abroad 3 
 
 Eternal Sov'reign of the fky 
 Eternki fpirit, we confefs 
 
 F. 
 
 Faith is the brighteft evidense 
 p av from my thoughts vain world be 
 
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 Father, I long, I faint, to fee 
 Father, we wait to feel thy grace 
 firm and unmoved are they 
 Firm as the earth thy Gotpel {lands 
 
 G. 
 
 Gentiles by nature, we belong 
 Give me the wings of faith to rile 
 Give to the Father praife ' 
 
 Glory to God the Trinity 
 Glory to God that walks the Iky 
 Glory to God the h ather s name 
 God is a fpirit juft and wife 
 
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 130 
 
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 138 
 
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 75 
 
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 114 
 
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 136 
 
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 A TABLE TO 
 
 God, the eternal awful name 
 God, who in various methods told 
 Go preach my golpei. faith the Lord 
 Go worth ip at lmmamiel's feet 
 Great God, how infinite art thou 
 Great God, 1 own the fentence juft 
 Great God, thy glories liia.ll employ 
 Great God to what a glorious Height 
 Great King of glory and of grace 
 
 1 : 1 , 
 
 H. 
 
 ad I the tongues of Greeks and 
 Jews 
 
 Hark ! from the tombs a doleful found 
 Hark ! the Retieetner from on high 
 Jle dies ! ^he friend of finners dies 
 Hear what the voice from heav’n pro¬ 
 claims 
 
 Hence from my foul, fad thoughts, be 
 gone 
 
 Here at thy crofs, mv d> ing God 
 High as the heav bus above the ground 
 High on a hill of dazzling light 
 Ifanor to thee, Almighty Three 
 
 •ok 
 
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 27 
 
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 128 
 
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 146 
 
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 67 
 
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 167 
 
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 159 
 
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 144 
 
 
 134 
 
 b 
 
 64 
 
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 38 
 
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 63 
 
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 70 
 
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 44 
 
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 13 
 
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 73 
 
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 4 
 
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 115 
 
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 33 
 
Hofatvna, he. 
 
 Hofanna to our conqu’ring King 
 Hofanna to the Prince of Light ,b 
 Hofanna to the Royal Son a 
 
 Hcifa nna wuh a cheerful found b 
 
 How are thy glories here d if play'd c 
 
 How beauteous are their feet a 
 
 How can 1 (ink with fuch a prop b 
 How condefcending and how kind c 
 How full «f anguilh is the thought b 
 How heavy is the night a 
 
 How honorable is the place a 
 
 How large the prom if e, how divine a 
 How oft have fin and Satan drove a 
 How rich are thy provisions. Lord c 
 How fad our flare by nature is b 
 
 How (Kali I praife th* eternal God b 
 How fhort and hafty is our life h 
 
 How fhowld the ions of Adam's race a 
 How llrong thine arm is, mighty God a 
 H ow fweet and awful is the pt ice c 
 How vain are all things here below b 
 How wond’rous great, how glorious 
 bright k 
 
 166 
 
 
 I. 
 
 I cannot bear thine abfence, Lord b 1L 
 
386 A TABLE TO 
 
 Book Hv. 
 
 I give immortal pratfe c 38 
 
 I hate the temple rand his charm s b 156 
 
 1 lift my banner, faith the Lord a 29 
 
 X love the windows of thy grace b 145 
 
 I’m not afliam’d to own my Lord a 103 
 
 1 fend the joys of earth away b 11 
 
 1 fing* my Saviour’s woud’rous death b 114 
 
 Jehovah fpeaks, let Ifr’el hear a 84 
 
 Jehovah reigns, his throne is high b 168 
 
 Jefus, in thee our eyes behold a 145 
 
 Jefus invites his faints c 2 
 
 Jefus is gone above the ikies c 6 
 
 Jefus, the man of cord tan t grief a 12 
 
 Jefus, we blefsthv Father’s name a 54 
 
 Jefus , we bow before thy feet c 18 
 
 Jefus, with all thy faints above b 29 
 
 In Gabriel’s hand a mighty Hone a 59 
 
 In thine own ways, O God of love ? a 30 
 
 In vain the wealthy mortals toil a 24 
 
 In vain we lavifh out our lives a 9 
 
 Infinite grief! amazing woe >. h 95 
 
 Join all the glorious names a 150 
 
 Join all the names of love and power a 149 
 
 Is this the kind return b 74 
 
 K. 
 
 Kind is the fpee-ch of Chrift oiu* 
 
 Lord a 73 
 
Laden with guilt and full of fears b 119 
 
 Let him embrace my foul and prove a 66 
 Let God the maker’s name c 31 
 
 Let me but hear my Saviour fay a 15 
 Let mortal tongues attempt to fing a 58 
 Let others boall how itrong they be b 19 
 Let Pharifees of high elleem a 133 
 
 Let the old heathens tune their fong b 
 Let the feventh angel found on high a 
 Let the whole race of creatures lie b 99 
 Let the wild leopards of the wood b 160 
 Let them negleft thy glory, Lord b 35 
 Let us adore th’ eternal Word c 5 
 
 Life and immortal joys are giv’n b 
 Life is the time to ferve the Lord a 
 Lift up your eyes to th* heav’nly feats b o7 
 Like (beep we went attray a 142 
 
 Lo the deftroying angel flies b Ioj 
 
 Lo the young tribes of Adam rife a 
 Lo what a glorious fight appears a 
 Lo what an entertaining fight a - 
 
A TABLE TO 
 
 33* 
 
 t ^ . ' _ Book Hy. 
 
 i ong have I fat beneath the found b 165 
 
 Look, gracious God, how num’rous 
 
 J h€y a 47 . 
 
 ^°rd, at thy temple we appear a 19 
 Lord, how divine thy comforts are c 11 
 Lord, how fecure and blefs’d are they b 57 
 Lord, how fecure my confcience was a 115 
 Lord, we adore thy bounteous hand c 20 
 j-ord, we adore thy vaft deiigns b 109 
 Lord, we are blind, we mortals blind b 26 
 I.ord, we corifels our num’rons faults a 111 
 ^oidj what a heavhi of favinggrace b 16 
 
 Lord, what a thoughtlefs wretch was I a 36 
 
 Lord, what a wretched land is this b 53 
 Lord, when my thoughts with won¬ 
 der roll k ^ 
 
 M. 
 
 kas. a foul of vail defires b 146 
 
 ft a ken fouls that dream of heav’n a 140 
 My dear Redeemer and my Lord b 139 
 Mv drowfy powers, why fleep ye fo b 25 
 My God, how endlefs is thy love a 81 
 
 My God, my life, my love b 93 
 
 My God, my portion and my love b 94 
 
 My God, permit me not to be b 122 
 
 Mv God, the fpring of all my joys b 54 
 
FIND ANY HYMN. 
 
 Book Hy. 
 
 My God, what endlefspleafures dwell b ; 42 
 My heart, how dreadful hard ‘it is b 98 
 My faviouv God, my fov'reign prince b 141 
 My foul, come meditate the day b 61 
 My foul forfakes her vain delight 1) 10 
 
 My thoughts on awful fuhje&s roll b 2 
 My thoughts furmoimt thefe lower 
 
 Ikies k 162' 
 
 N. 
 
 Naked as from the earth we came 
 Nature with all her pow’rs fhall fmg 
 Nature with open volume (lands 
 No I’ll repine at death no more 
 No, 1 (Itall envy them no more 
 No more, my God, I boatt no more 
 Nor eye hath feen, nor ear has heard 
 Not all the blood of beatls 
 Not all the outward forms on earth 
 Not different food nor different drefs 
 Not from the dull affliction grows 
 Not the malicious or profane 
 Not to condemn the fons of men 
 Not to the terrors of the Lord 
 Not with our mortal eyes 
 Now be the God of Ifrael bled 
 Now by the bowels of my God 
 
 a 5 
 b 1 
 
 c 10 
 b 102 
 b 56 
 a 109 
 a 105 
 a 142 
 a 95 
 a 126 
 a S3 
 a 104 
 a 100 
 b 152 
 a 108 
 a 50 
 
 a 13Q 
 
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 Wow for a tune of lofty praife b 43 
 
 Now have our'hearts embrac'd our 
 
 9 0< * c 14 
 
 Now in the galleries of his grace a 77 
 
 Now in the heat of youthful blood a 91 
 How let a fpacious world arile b 14/ 
 
 Now let our pains be all forgot c 16 
 Now let the Father and the Son c 34 
 Now let the Lord my Saviour fmile b 50 
 Now Satan comes with dreadful roar b 157 
 Now fliall my inward joys arife a 39 
 
 Now to the Lord a noble fong b 47 
 
 Now to the Lord that makes us know a 61 
 Now to the pwer of God fupreme a 137 
 
 O for a overcoming faith a 17 
 
 O! if mv foul wa« form’d for woe b 206 
 O the Almighty Lord b 80 
 
 O the delights, the heav’nly joys b 91 
 
 Often I feek my Lord by night a 71 
 Once more, my foul, the riling day b 6 
 Our days, alas ! our mortal days b 39 
 Our God. how firm his promife 
 
 fands ^ 4 Q 
 
 Our fins, alas * how ftrong they be b 86 
 Our fouls fhall magnify the Lord a 60 
 
FIND ANY HYMN. 
 
 {> Book 
 
 Our fpirits join t* adore the Lamb c 
 
 P. 
 
 Plung’d in a gulph of dark defpair b 
 Praiie, everlafting praife, be paid b 
 
 R. 
 
 Raise thee, my foul, fly up and run b 
 Raife your triumphant longs b 
 
 Rife, rife, my foul, and leave the 
 ground 
 
 S • 
 
 Saints, at your heav’r.ly Father’s 
 word 
 
 Salvation! O the joyful found 
 
 See where the great incarnate God 
 Shall the vile race of flefli and blood 
 Shall we go on to fin 
 Shall wifdom cry aloud 
 Shine, mighty God, on Zion fliine 
 Shout to the Lord, and let our joys 
 $in has a thou land treacherous arts 
 Sin like a venomous difeafe 
 Sing to the Lord that built the Ikies b 
 Sing to the Lord with joyful voice a 
 Sing to the Lord ye heav’nly hofts 
 Sitting around our father’s board c 
 did the Hebrew prophet raife a 
 
 391 
 
 Hy. 
 
 22 
 
 79 
 
 m 
 
 35 
 
 104 
 
 b 17 
 
 a 
 
 b 
 
 a 
 
 n 
 
 a 
 
 a 
 
 a 
 
 b 
 
 b 
 
 b 
 
 129 
 
 88 
 
 45 
 
 82 
 
 106 
 
 92 
 
 35 
 
 92 
 
 150 
 
 153 
 
 13 
 
 43 
 
 62 
 
 23 
 
 112 
 
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 let our tips and lives exprefs a 
 
 So new-born babes defire the bread a 
 Stand up, ray foul, fbake oB thv fears b 
 Stoop down, my 
 rife 
 
 Strait is the 
 
 God, 
 
 rp 
 
 * ERRIBLE 
 
 That awful day will fitrcly come 
 Thee we adore,, eternal name 
 The glories of my Maker, God 
 The God of mercy be ador’ 
 
 The King of glory fends 
 The lands that long in 
 The law by Mofes ca 
 The law commands, 
 know 
 
 The Lord declan 
 The Lord defcendmg 
 The Lord Jehovah reigns 
 The Lord on high proclai 
 r yhe rnajedy of Solomon 
 The mem’ry of our dying 
 The promife of my Father’s 
 I he promife was divinely 
 
 My. 
 
 132 
 
 143 
 
 77 
 
FIND ANY IIYMN. 
 
 
 
 Book Hv. 
 
 The true Mefliah now appears 
 
 b 
 
 12 
 
 The voice of my beloved founds 
 
 a 
 
 69 
 
 The \vond;ring world enquires to 
 
 v/ 
 
 
 know 
 
 a 
 
 75 
 
 There is a houfe not made with 
 
 hands 
 
 a 
 
 110 
 
 There is a land of pure delight 
 
 b 
 
 66 
 
 There’s no ambition fwells my heart 
 
 a 
 
 33 
 
 There was an hour when Chriit re* 
 
 joic’d 
 
 a 
 
 11 
 
 Theie glorious minds, how bright 
 
 they fhine 
 
 a 
 
 41 
 
 This is the word of truth and love 
 
 b 
 
 138 
 
 Thou whom my foul admires above 
 
 a 
 
 6 7 
 
 Thus did the fons of Abraham pafs 
 
 b 
 
 127 
 
 Thus far the Lord hath led me on 
 
 a 
 
 80' 
 
 Thus faith the firft, the great com- 
 
 mand 
 
 a 
 
 116 
 
 Thus faith the high and lofty One 
 
 a 
 
 8 7 
 
 Thus faith the Ruler of the Ikies 
 
 b 
 
 83 
 
 Thus faiiii the mercy of the Lord 
 Thus faith the wifdom of the Lord 
 
 a 
 
 121 
 
 a 
 
 93 
 
 Thy favors, Lord, furprife our fouls 
 
 b 
 
 i 
 
 45 
 
 Time, what an empty vapour his 
 
 b 
 
 58 
 
 ’Tis by the faith of joys to coma 
 
 b 
 
 129 
 
 ’Ta from the tveafirres cf his word 
 
 a 
 
 147 
 
 I 
 
a 
 
 c 
 
 b 
 
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 *Tis not the law often commands b 
 To God the Father, God the Son c 
 To God the only wife 
 To God the Father's throne 
 To him that chofe us firft 
 To our eternal God 
 Twas by an order from the Lord u 
 Twas on that dark, that doleful night c 
 Twas the commiflion of our Lord a 
 
 V. 
 
 Vain are the hopes the Tons of men a 
 Vain are the hopes that rebels place a 
 TJnfhaken as the facred hill a 
 
 IJp to the fields where angels lie b 
 Up to the Lord that reigns oh high b 
 
 W. 
 
 W* a re a garden wall'd around a 
 We blefs llie Prophet of the Lord b 
 We fing th* amazing deeds c 
 
 We fing the glories of thy love a 
 
 Welcome, fweet day of reft b 
 
 “Well, the Redeemer's gone b 
 
 What different pow'rs of grace and fin b 
 What equal honors fhaii we bring a 
 \V r hat happy men or angels tliefe a 
 
 Uv. 
 
 124 
 
 32 
 
 # 
 
 41 
 
 39 
 
 41 
 
 151 
 
 1 
 
 52 
 
 94 
 
 99 
 
 41 
 
 46 
 
 74 
 
 132 
 
 17 
 
 56 
 
 14 
 
 36 
 
 343 
 
 m 
 
 40 
 
What mighty men or mighty God a 28 
 Whence do our mournful thoughts 
 
 When in the light of faith divine b 101 
 When 1 furvey the wond’rous crofs c 7 
 When we are rais’d from deepdillrefs a 55 
 When Grangers {land, and hear me tell a 76 
 When the hrft parents of our race b 78 
 When the great Builder arch’d the 
 
 Ikies b 24 
 
 Where are the mourners, faith the 
 
 Lord b 154 
 
 Who can defcribe the joys that rife a lOl 
 Who has believ’d thy word a 141 
 
 Who is this fair one in diftrefs a 78 
 
 Who {hall the Lord’s ele& condemn a 14 
 Why did the Jews proclaim their rage a 4 
 Why does your face, ye humble fouls b 85 
 Why do we mpurn departing friends b o 
 Why is my heart fo far from thee b 20 
 Why fhould the children of a king a 144 
 Why fliould this earth delight us fo b 164 
 Why fliould we ftart, and fear to die b 31 
 
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 With joy \vc meditate the grace a 125 
 
 Y. 
 
 Ye angels round the throne c 36 
 
 Ye faints, how lovely is the place a 38 
 
 Ye forts of Adam, vain and young a 89 
 
 Ye that obey th* immortal King a 34 
 
 Z. 
 
 Zion rejoice, and Judah flng b lit 
 
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