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 HYMNS. 
 
 HYMN I. Gratitude to God. 
 
 i. TXT HEN all thy mercies, O my God, 
 * V V My rifing foul furveys ; 
 Tranfported with the view I'm loft 
 In wonder, love, and praife. 
 
 2. O how fhall words with equal warmth 
 The gratitude declare, 
 
 Which glows within my ravifh'd heart ? 
 But thou canfl read it there. 
 
 3. Thy providence my life fuflain'd, 
 And all my wants redrefs'd, 
 
 When in the filent womb I lay, 
 And hung upon the breaft. 
 
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 4- To all my weak complaints and cries, 
 
 Thy mercy lent an ear, 
 Ere yet my feeble thoughts had leanVd 
 
 To form themfelves in pray'r. 
 
 5. Unnumber'd comforts on my foul 
 Thy tender care beftow'd, 
 
 Before my infant heart conceiv'd 
 From whence thofe comforts flow'd. 
 
 6. When in the flipp'ry paths of youth 
 With heedlefs fteps I ran, 
 
 Thine arm unfeen convey'd me fafe, 
 And led me up to man. 
 
 7. Thro' hidden dangers, toils, and deaths, 
 It gently clear'd my way; 
 
 ^nd thro' the pleafing fnares of vice, 
 *" More to be fcar'd than they. 
 
 8. When worn with ficknefs, oft haft thou 
 With health renew'd my face; 
 
 And, when in fins and forrows funk 
 Reviv'd my foul with grace. 
 
 9. (Thy bounteous hand with worldly blifs 
 Hath made my cup run o'er, 
 
 And in a kind and faithful friend 
 Has doubled all my ftore.) 
 
 10. Ten thoufand thoufand precious gifts 
 My daily thanks employ; 
 
 Nor is the lead a chearful heart, 
 That taftes thofe gifts with joy. 
 
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 li. Thro' ev'ry period of my life, 
 
 Thy goodnefs I'll purfue ; 
 And after death in diftant worlds, 
 
 The glorious theme renew. 
 
 12. When nature fails,, and day and night 
 Divide thy works no more, 
 
 My ever grateful heart, O Lord, 
 Thy mercy (hall adore. 
 
 13. Thro' all Eternity to thee 
 A joyful fong I'll raife; 
 
 For oh! Eternity alone 
 Can utter all thy praife. 
 
 HYMN II. 
 
 1. "T\EAR Lord, how wond'rous is thy love 
 JL/ To fuch unworthy worms as we I 
 
 Thou haft fent down the heav'nly Dove, 
 To fet our fouls at liberty. 
 
 2. We that were doomed to woe and pain, 
 Expos'd to death of ev'ry kind, 
 
 Thro' Jefus Chrift, the Lamb once flain, 
 Do life, and peace, and pardon find. 
 
 3. Shall we forget our Saviour's grace, 
 Who dy'd to fave our guilty fouls, 
 
 And bring us to his Father's face, 
 Where endlefs peace and pleafure rolls? 
 
 4. Forbid, O Lord, each wand 'ring thought, 
 May Chrift be all in our efteem; 
 
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 Let earthly things be all forgot, 
 
 And counted lofs, compare! with hi in. 
 
 ,5. Lord Jefus, make us bear in mind 
 Thy rich thy pure redeeming love, 
 
 : we fha.ll be for ever join d 
 With thofe that ling thy praife above : 
 
 6. Then (hall we ftand before thy face, 
 And fhout with all the fauforn'd throng ; 
 
 Our cry fhall be, " Free Grace, Free Grace,''' 
 While endleis ages roll along. 
 
 II Y M N III. For the la/1 day of the year, 
 
 Praife the Lord of Heav'n, 
 Whofe mercy never fails; 
 Six troubles come, and alfo fev'n,. 
 • But ftill his grace prevails. 
 
 2. The year that's almofl paft 
 His goodnefs did proclaim ; 
 
 His love doth now and always laft, 
 Give glory to his name. 
 
 3. How wond'rous are his ways 
 Which he to us makes known ! 
 
 We join to fing our Maker's praife,. 
 And worfhip him alone. 
 
 4. When we the year begun 
 Wc rais'd our chearful fongs ; 
 
 And furely when its courfe is run 
 To God our praife belongs. 
 
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 £. His mercies ftill are new, 
 Let us extol his love; 
 
 we this blefied thefhe purfuc 
 Till we fhall meet above. 
 
 H Y M N IV. On the death of a Saint. 
 
 i. TJ LESS ED are they (the fcriptures fay) 
 
 JD That dying win the prize, 
 For reft they fhall, their good works all 
 Do follow them likewife. 
 
 2. Death's but a ileep, why fhould we weep 
 For thofe in Chrift who die ? 
 
 Since this we know, to peace they go, 
 And joys pofiefs on high. 
 
 3. Altho' to duft their bodies mull 
 Be turn'd beneath the clod, 
 
 Yet they fhall rife above the fkies, 
 And ever live with God, 
 
 4. Chrift will aloud before the croud 
 Compos'd of Adam's race, 
 
 Confefs them dear, who own'd him he;e, 
 A,nd bore for him difgrace, 
 
 5. Robes they fhall have that will outbrave 
 The whitenefs of the fnow; 
 
 Moft pure and bright, like Aiming light ; 
 Such Jefus will beftow. 
 
 6. Then why need we dejecled be ? 
 Our lofs is their great gain; 
 
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 For they fhall ftand at Chnft's right hand, 
 And with their Saviour reign, 
 
 7. Their happy days are fpent in praife, 
 While here we figh and groan; 
 
 Could we but fee how bleft they be, 
 'Twould make us ceafe to moan* 
 
 8. If there was end, 'twould trouble fend. 
 And would eclipfe the joy, 
 
 But 'tis not fo, they'll never go 
 Out of that fweet employ : 
 
 9. When they've been there ten million years^ 
 And millions more are done, 
 
 They've no lefs days to fmg God's praife 
 Than when they firlt begun. 
 
 HYMN V. The Lord will provide 
 
 1. nPHO' troubles affail, 
 
 JL And dangers affright, 
 Tho' friends fhould all fail, 
 
 And foes all unite ; 
 Yet one thing fecures us, 
 
 Whatever betide, 
 The Scripture allures us, 
 
 " The Lord will provide.* 6 
 
 2. The birds without barn 
 Or ftorehoufe are fed, 
 
 From them let us learn 
 To truft for our bread : 
 
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 His faints, what is fitting, 
 Shall ne'er be deny'd, 
 
 So long as 'tis written 
 
 44 The Lord will provide,'' 
 
 3. We may, like the (hips, 
 By tempefts be toft 
 
 On perilous deeps, 
 
 But cannot be loft : 
 Tho' Satan enrages 
 
 The wind and the tide, 
 The promife engages, 
 
 " The Lord will provide." 
 
 4. His call we obey 
 Like Abra'm of old, 
 
 Not knowing our way, 
 But faith makes us bold ; 
 
 For tho' we are ftrangers 
 We have a good guide, 
 
 And truft in all dangers, 
 " The Lord will provided 
 
 5. When Satan appears 
 To ftop up our path, 
 
 And fill us with fears, 
 We triumph by faith 5 
 
 He cannot take from us, 
 Tho' oft' he has try'd, 
 
 This heart cheering promife, 
 " The Lord will provide.'* 
 
 6. He fells us we're weak. 
 Our hope is in vain* 
 
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 The good that we feek 
 
 We ne'er fhall obtain ; 
 But when fuch fuggeftions 
 
 Our fpirits have ply'd, 
 This anfwers all queftions, 
 
 " The Lord will provide. " 
 
 7. No flrength of our own, 
 Or goodnefs we claim, 
 
 Yet fmce we have known 
 
 The Saviour's great name, 
 In this our ftrong tower 
 
 For fafety we hide, 
 The Lord is our power, 
 
 " The Lord will provide." 
 
 8. When life finks apace, 
 And death is in view, 
 
 This word of his grace 
 
 Shall comfort us thro' : 
 No fearing or doubting 
 
 With Chrift on our fide, 
 We hope to die fhouting, 
 
 i6 The Lord will provide." 
 
 HYMN VI. Efau. 
 
 1 . T) O O R Efau repented too late, 
 
 JL That once he his birth-right defpis'd; 
 And fold, for a morfel of meat, 
 
 What could not too highly be priz'd : 
 How great was his anguifh when told 
 
 The blejfing he fought to obtain, 
 Was gone with the birth-right he fold, 
 
 And none could recall it again! 2. He 
 
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 b. He ftands as a warning to all, 
 
 Wherever the gofpel fhall come ; 
 haften and yield to the call, 
 
 While yet for repentance there's room ! 
 Your feafon will quickly be paft, 
 
 Then hear, and obey it to-day ; 
 Left when you feek mercy at laft, 
 
 The Saviour fhould frown you away. 
 
 3. What is it the world can propofe ? 
 ^A morfel of meat at the beft! 
 ror this are you willing to lofe 
 
 A (hare in the joys of the bleft ? 
 Its pleafures will fpeedily end, 
 
 Its favour and praife are but breath ; 
 And what can its profits befriend 
 
 Your foul in the moment of death ? 
 
 4. If Jefus for thefe you defpife, 
 And fin to the Saviour prefer, 
 
 In vain your entreaties and cries, 
 
 When fummon'd to ftand at his bar: 
 How will you his prefence abide ? 
 
 What anguifh will torture your heart? 
 The faints all enthron'd by his fide, 
 
 And you be compell'd to depart ! 
 
 5. Too often, dear Saviour, have I 
 Preferr'd fome poor trifle to thee ; 
 
 ^ow is it thou doft not deny 
 
 The blefiing and birth right to me? 
 No better than Efau I am, 
 
 Tho' pardon and heaven be mine ; 
 To me belongs nothing but fhame, 
 
 The praife and the glory be thine, HYMN 
 
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 HYMN VII. 
 
 What think ye of ChriJ ? 
 
 U TX7HAT think you of Chrift ? is the teft 
 V V To try both your ftatc and your fcheme; 
 You cannot be right in the reft, 
 
 Unlefs you think rightly of him. 
 As Jefus appears in your view, 
 
 As he is beloved or not ; 
 So God is difpofed to you 
 
 And mercy or wrath are your lot. 
 
 t. Some take him a creature to he, 
 
 A man, or an angel at moft ; 
 Sure thefe have not feelings like me, 
 
 Nor know themfelves wretched and loft : 
 So guilty, fo helplefs, am I, 
 
 I durft not confide in his blood, 
 Nor on his protection rely, 
 
 Unlefs I were fure he is God. 
 
 3. Some ftile him The Pearl of great Friee, 
 
 And fay, " He's the Fountain of Joys;" 
 Yet feed upon folly and vice, 
 
 And cleave to the world, and its toys : 
 Like Judas the Saviour they kifs, 
 
 And while they falute him betray ; 
 Ah! what will profefiion like this 
 
 Avail in his terrible day ? 
 
 4. If afk'd, what of Jefus I think ? 
 Tho' ft ill my beft thoughts are but poor-; 
 
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 1 fay, He's my meat and my drink, 
 
 My life, and my ftrength, and my {lore: 
 
 My Shepherd, my Hufband, my Friend, 
 My Saviour from fin and from thrall ; 
 
 My hope from beginning to end, 
 My Portion, my Lord, and my All. 
 
 HYMN VIII. 
 
 3 . T> Y whom was David taught 
 J3 To aim the dreadful blew, 
 When he Goliath fought, 
 
 And laid the Gittite low ? 
 Nor fword nor fpear the {tripling took, 
 But chofe a pebble from the brook. 
 
 2. 'Twas Ifraei's God and King, 
 Who fent him to the fight ; 
 
 Who gave him ftrength to fling, 
 
 And (kill to aim aright. 
 Ye feeble faints, your ftrength endures, 
 Becaufe young David's God is yours. 
 
 3. Who order d Gideon forth, 
 To ftorm th' invaders camp, 
 
 With arms of little worth, 
 
 A pitcher and a lamp ? 
 The trumpets made his coming known. 
 And all the hoft was overthrown, 
 
 4. Oh! I have feen the day 
 When with a fingle word, 
 
 God helping me to fay 
 
 " My truft is in the Lord ;'' 
 
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 My foul has quell'd a thoufand foes, 
 Fearlefs of all that would oppofc. 
 
 5. But unbelief, felf-will, 
 
 Self-righteoufnefs and pride ; 
 How often do they Ileal 
 
 My weapon from my fide ? 
 Yet David's Lord, and Gideon's Friend, 
 Will help his fervant to the end. 
 
 HYMN IX. 
 
 Faith, is a comprehaifivt fenjh. 
 
 1. QIGHT, hearing, feeling, tafte and lirrcll, 
 O Are gifts we highly prize ; 
 
 But faith does fingly each excel, 
 And all the five comprize. 
 
 2. More piercing than the eagle's fight 
 It views the world unknown ; 
 
 Surveys the glorious realms of light 
 And Jefus on the throne. 
 
 g. It hears the mighty v< ere of God, 
 
 And ponders what he la th ; 
 His word and works, his gi. s and rod, 
 
 Have each a voice to faith. 
 
 4. It feels the touch of heav'n - pow'r, 
 
 And from that boundlefs fbu re, 
 Derives frefh vigor ev'ry hour, 
 
 Xo run its daily cenrfe, 
 
 
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 5. The truth and goodnefs of the Lord, 
 Are fuited to its tafte; 
 
 Mean is the worldlings pamper'd board, 
 To faith's. perpetual feaft. 
 
 6. It fmells the dear Redeemer's name 
 Like ointment poured forth ; 
 
 Faith only knows or can proclaim, 
 Its favor or its worth. 
 
 7. Till faving faith pofTefs the mind, 
 In vain of fenfe we boafl ; 
 
 We are but fenfelefs, taftelefs, blind, 
 And deaf, and dead, and loft. 
 
 HYMN X. 
 
 Jofeph made known to his brethren. 
 
 i. TTfHEN Jofeph his brethren beheld, 
 
 V V Affiled, and trembling with fear, 
 His heart w r ith compaflion was fill'd, 
 
 From weeping he could not forbear: 
 A while his behaviour was rough, 
 
 To bring their paft fin to their mind ; 
 But when they were humbled enough, 
 
 He halted to fhew himfelf kind. 
 
 2. How little they thought it was he, 
 Whom they had ill treated and fold ! 
 
 How great their confufion muft be, 
 As foon as his name he had told ! 
 
 " I'm Jofeph your brother (he faid) 
 
 " And ftill to my heart you are dear, 
 
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 " You fold me, and thought I was dead, 
 " But God, for your fakes, fent me here,. 
 
 3. Tho' greatly diftreiTed before, 
 
 When charged with purloining the cup, 
 They now were confounded much more, 
 
 Not one of them durft to look up. 
 " Can Jofeph, whom we would have flain, 
 
 " Forgive us the evil we did ? 
 " And will he our houfholds maintain ? 
 
 " O this is a brother indeed !" 
 
 4. Thus dragg'd by my confeience, I cam€ 
 And laden with guilt, to the Lord; 
 
 Surrounded with terror and fhame, 
 
 Unable to utter a word. 
 At firft he look'd ftern and fevere,. 
 
 What anguifli then pierced my heart! 
 Expefting each moment to hear 
 
 The fentence, " Thou curfed depart \' y 
 
 g. But oh! What furprize when he fpoke, 
 
 While tendernefs beam'd in his face, 
 My heart then to pieces was broke, 
 
 O'erwhelm'd and confounded with grace : 
 " Poor finner, I know thee full well, 
 
 " Bv thee I was fold and was {lain ; 
 " I dy'd to redeem thee from hell, 
 
 And raife thee in glory to reign. 
 
 6. I'm Jefus whom thou haft blafphem'd, 
 
 " And crucify a often afrefh ; 
 u But let me henceforth be eftcem'd 
 
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 " Thy brother, thy bone, andthyflefh; 
 " My pardon I freely beftow, 
 
 " Thy wants I will fully fupply ; 
 M I'll guide thee and guard thee below, 
 
 " And foon will remove thee on high, 
 
 7. Go publifh to finners around, 
 
 " (That they may be willing to come) 
 <; The mercy which now you have found, 
 
 " And tell them that yet there is room." 
 Oh, finners the mefTage. obey ! 
 
 No more vain excufes pretend ; 
 But come, without farther delay, 
 
 To Jefus our brother and friend- 
 
 
 HYMN XI. 
 
 The Chrijliaris farezvel; or dying faint's Jong. 
 
 1. T^AREWEL, dear friends in Chrift below, 
 J? I bid you all a fhort adieu ; 
 
 My time is come, I long to go ; 
 I truft I foon my Lord mail view. 
 
 2. I thank you for your kindnefs mown, 
 My Jefus will reward you all; 
 
 I leave you with the Lord alone. 
 
 Till he from earth your fouls fhall call. 
 
 g. Farewel dear neighbours, brethren, friends, 
 I hope we foon mail meet with joy ; 
 
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 My heavenly Father for me fenus, 
 I go where nothing can annoy. 
 
 4. Adieu, to you mine enemies, 
 
 You that have fought to do me harm 
 By {lander, envy, rage and lies, 
 But God upheld me with his arm : 
 
 5. I wifh you all eternal life, 
 
 I owe you not the ieail ill-will ; 
 My foul is free from wrath and ftrife, . 
 Tho' me you hate, I love you ftill. 
 
 '6. Adieu, thou fun, ye ftars, and moon. 
 No longer fhall I need your light; 
 
 My Gods my Sun, he makes my noon, 
 My day ihall never change to night. 
 
 7. Adieu, to all things here below r , 
 Vain world, I leave thy fleeting toys ; 
 
 Adieu to fin, fear, pain and w r oe, 
 And welcome bright eternal joys. 
 
 8. Temptations, troubles, griefs? adieu; 
 Sorrows becloud my face no more : 
 
 I go to pleafures ever new, 
 Where toils, and ft-rifes, and wars are o'er, 
 
 q. Now I have done with earthly things; 
 
 And ail to come is boundlefs blifs ; 
 My eager fpirit fpreads her wings ; 
 
 Jefus fays " Come;" I anfwer " Yes." 
 
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 10. Weep not clear friends: I tell you all 
 I go to dwell with Ch ifl on high; 
 
 I hear my blefled Saviour's 
 
 And trufting in his promife die. 
 
 11. Father, I come to thee above, 
 All things below I leave behind; 
 
 The fountain of eternal love 
 Is open'd to my joyful mind. 
 
 12. Eternity! tranfporting found ! . 
 While God exifls my heav'n remains' 
 
 Fullnefs of joy that knows no bound 
 Shall make my foul forget her pains. 
 
 H Y M N XII. 
 
 1. q^HE praife of God mall fill my foul 
 
 X While I have breath, or ufe my voice; 
 And -while eternal ages roll 
 
 In Chrifl my Lord I will rejoice, 
 
 2. O may I never flop to reft 
 
 Till I {hall come to God on high^ 
 Till I mail lean on Jefu's breaft, 
 And my dear Saviour magnifv. 
 
 g. Then (hall the wonders of his name 
 
 Conftrain my joyful foul to fing ; 
 I mall eternally proclaim 
 
 The glories of the Almighty King. 
 
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 4. The voice of endlefs harmony 
 My ravifh'd foul with joy fhall hear ; 
 
 No difcord in the melody, 
 
 No jarring founds (hall ftrike mine ear. 
 
 HYMN XIII. 
 
 1. /^1AN fuch poor feeble worms as we 
 v/ Praife and adore our Saviour's name ? 
 
 Or bring a tribute Lord to thee ? 
 
 Or half thy pov/r and love proclaim ? 
 
 .at. We itand amaz'd, when we behold 
 Thy glory and thy beauty Lord ! 
 
 Thy love and grace can ne'er be told, 
 Which thou to mortals doft afford. 
 
 3. Yet Lord, we would attempt thy praife, 
 We would exalt thy holy name ; 
 
 Lord, we would walk in thy fweet ways; 
 And fing, and tell thy wond'rous fame. 
 
 4. Fain would our fouls mount up to thee> 
 And feaft forever on thy love ; 
 
 And praife the facred Deity, 
 As Angels do that dwell above* 
 
 HYMN XIV. 
 
 *. Q AVIOUR of men, we blefs thy name, 
 
 O For thou art good forevermore ; 
 Thy pow'r and grace we would proclaim, 
 
 And thine eternal love adore, 2, Thy 
 
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 2. Thy glory ihall forever (land, 
 
 Thy truth remains both firm and furc ; 
 Our fouls we venture in thine hand, 
 And there we know we are fecure. 
 
 3. Tho' troubles come and forrows rife, 
 We will not fear for God's our aid ; 
 
 111 tidings cannot thefe furprize 
 Who are upon Jehovah ftay'd. 
 
 4. Glory to Chrift our faithful friend; 
 ( He is the Lord whom Angels fear) 
 
 On him we always would depend, 
 And in his righteoufnefs appear. 
 
 £. We love the Lord our God moft high, 
 His grace demands our nobleft fong ; 
 
 Ail praifc to Chrift who came to die, 
 To him all glory doth belong. 
 
 HYMN XV. ; 
 
 1 r I ^ H E faints appear to tread the courts 
 
 X Of their dear God below ; 
 Behold the multitude reforts 
 To hear the trumpet blow. 
 
 2. Lord God, appear far our relief, 
 
 What can we do alone ? 
 Come Saviour, banifh unbelief, 
 
 And take us for thine own. 
 
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 3. Our eyes O Lord, are unto thee, 
 Aflift us, Lord, we pray ; 
 
 O may thy fpjj-it prefent be ! 
 O Lord, thy power difplay. 
 
 4. Jefus, let us thy gofpel hear, 
 Teach us to know thy voice ; 
 
 Make ev'ry ftubborn (inner fear, 
 And all thy faints rejoice. 
 
 5. Come Lord, nor let us be difmay'd ; 
 Lord, hear thy" people pray ; 
 
 And let thy mercy be difplay'd 
 Amongft us here this day. 
 
 6. May fmners hear thy pow'rful call, 
 And thy Salvation fee ; 
 
 So (hall our hearts, both one and all, 
 Sing fongs of praife to thee. 
 
 HYMN XVI. 
 
 i 5 nr^ IS pleafure, Lord, on thee to wait; 
 
 A We come to feek our God again ; 
 We now (land watching at thy gate ; 
 To ferve the Lord is ne'er in vain. 
 
 2. Afford us Lord thy fpecial grace, 
 That we may praife thy name aright, 
 
 And run with joy the heav'nly race, 
 
 Thro' faith and patience with delight. 
 
 3. O may we truft in thee alone, 
 For thou hail help'd us hitherto; 
 
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 And fince thy name to us is known, 
 Mav we thy ways with zeal purfue. 
 
 HYMN XVII. 
 
 Hannah ; Or the Throne of Grace. 
 
 1.TI7HEN Hannah prefT'd with grief, 
 
 V V Pour'd forth her foul in pray'r ; 
 She quickly found relief, 
 
 And left her burthen there : 
 Like her -in cv'ry trying cafe, 
 Let us approach the throne of grace. 
 
 2. When fnt began to -pray 
 Her heart was pain'd and fad; 
 
 But ere (he went away, 
 
 Was comforted and glad : 
 In trouble, what a refting place, 
 Have they who know the throne of grace. 
 
 3. Tho' men and Devils rage, 
 And threaten to devour ; 
 
 The faints from ace to age, 
 
 Are fafc from all their powV : 
 Frelh flrength they gain to run their race, * 
 By waiting at the throne of grace. 
 
 4. Eli her cafe mi (look, 
 How was her fpirit mov r d 
 
 By his unkind rebuke ? 
 
 But God her caufe approved 4 
 
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 We need not fear a creature's face, 
 While welcome at the throne of grace. 
 
 5. She was not fill'd with wine, 
 (As Eli rafhly thought) 
 
 But with a faith divine, 
 
 And found the help fhe fought : 
 Tho men defpife and call us hafe, 
 Still let us ply the throne of grace* 
 
 6. Men have not pow'r or {kill, 
 With troubled fouls to bear ; 
 
 Tho' they exprefs good-will, 
 Poor comforters they are: 
 But fwelling forrow T s fink apace, 
 When we approach the throne of grace. 
 
 7. Numbers before have try'd, 
 And found the promife true ; 
 
 Nor one been yet deny'd, 
 
 Then why fhould I or you ? 
 Let us by faith their footfteps trace, 
 And haflen to the throne of grace. 
 
 8* As fogs obfeure the light, 
 
 And taint the morning air, 
 But foon are put to flight, 
 
 If the bright fun appear ; 
 Thus Jefus will our forrows cjiafe, 
 By ihining from the throne of grace. 
 
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 HYMN XVIII. 
 
 Travelling in birth for fouls. 
 
 i. TITHAT contradictions meet 
 
 V V In minifters employ ! 
 It is a bitter fweet, 
 
 A forrow full of joy : 
 No other pofl affords a place 
 For equal honor, or difgrace ! 
 
 2. Who can defcribe the pain 
 Which faithful preachers feel; 
 
 Conftrain'd to fpeak, in vain, 
 To hearts as hard as fteel ? 
 Or who can tell the pleafures felt, 
 When ftubborn hearts begin to melt f 
 
 3. The Saviour's dying love, 
 The foul's amazing worth, 
 
 Their utmoft efforts move, 
 
 And draw their bowels forth : 
 They pray and ftrive, their reft departs, 
 Till Ch'rift be L>rm'd in finners hearts. 
 
 4. If fome fmall hope appear, 
 They ftill are not content; 
 
 But, with a jealous fear, 
 
 They watch for the event : 
 Too oft they find their hopes deceiv'd, 
 Then, how their inmoft fouls are griev'd ! 
 
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 £. But when their pains fucceed, 
 
 And from the tender blade 
 The rip'ning ears proceed, 
 
 Their toils are overpaid : 
 No harveft joy can equal theirs, 
 To find the fruit of all their cares. 
 
 6. On what has now been fown 
 
 Thy blefling, Lord, beftow ; 
 The pow'r is thine alone, 
 
 To make it fpring and grow : 
 Do thou the gracious harveft raife, 
 And thou, alone, malt have the praife. 
 
 HYMN XIX. 
 
 Praife to the Creator. 
 
 i. INTERNAL Majefty on high, 
 a j Thou God of pow'r and love, 
 Thy hands have fpread the ftarry fky. 
 And form'd the worlds above. 
 
 $. This globe below mews forth thy might, 
 
 Thy goodnefs and thy fkill ; 
 The fun, the moon, the day, and night, 
 
 Thy pleafure do fulfil, 
 
 3. Beafts, birds, fim, infe&s all declare 
 Thou art the mighty God ; 
 
 Fire, hail, and ftorms, earth, water, air, 
 Declare thy name abroad. 
 
 4. Trees, mountains, rivers, rocks, and plains, 
 Gardens, and fruitful lands. Pro- 
 
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 Proclaim " The God of goodnefs reigns;" 
 And will while nature itands. 
 
 £, All things below, and all above, 
 
 God, wife, good, great proclaim ; 
 Then let the children of his love 
 
 Delight to blefs his name. 
 
 6. The heav'nly Father, and the Son, 
 
 And Spirit we adore ; 
 'Tis now as 'twas when time begun, 
 
 And fhall be evermore. 
 
 HYMN XX. 
 
 1. /~\ Lord, thou know'ft my foul's defires, 
 V^/ And thou canft give me perfecl eafe ; 
 
 Thou art the good my heart admires, 
 There's nothing but thy love can pleafe. 
 
 2. Give me, O Lord, the happinefs 
 To fit and hear thy gracious voice; 
 
 Come, Saviour, come, my foul poiTefs, 
 And make my mourning heart rejoice, 
 
 3. Lord, I would praife thy holy name. 
 Thou art my everlafting friend ; 
 
 Thou haft not put my foul to fhame ; 
 Preferve me fafe unto the end. 
 
 4. Thou art my ftrength, and my fupport, 
 My hope, my everlafting aid ; 
 
 To thee I always would refort, 
 And trull in thee when I'm afraid. 
 
 C a f . Thy 
 
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 5. Thy name affords my foul relief,. 
 When I with forrows am opprcft ; 
 
 When I am full of woe and grief, 
 Thy word doth give my fpirit reft. 
 
 6. Teach me to do thy holy will. 
 Unite my heart to fear thy name ; 
 
 O lead me to thy heav'nly hill, 
 Where Hands the new Jerufalem. 
 
 7. Were not the Lord of hofts my ftrcngtrs 
 I mould have funk in deep defpair ; 
 
 But now I truft I fhall at length 
 Arrive at Canaan's harbour fair : 
 
 8. There fhall I reft for evermore, 
 Fearlefs of ftorms, and raging feas, 
 
 And fit upon the heav'nly more, 
 
 And dwell at everlafting eafe. . / 
 
 HYMN XXI. 
 
 1. T7TERNAL God, thy pow'r make known-, 
 JCj Make the whole earth confefs 
 
 That thou art God, and thou alone 
 Doll rule in righteoufnefs. 
 
 2. May, the whole earth thy glory fee, 
 And thy falvation know ; 
 
 And to thy faints, who wait for thee, 
 Thy works and wonders fhow. 
 
 g. Lord Jcfus, come, and take thy pow'r, 
 And rule us. by thy grace; 
 
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 We wait for that expe&ed hour 
 When we fliall fee thy face. 
 
 4. Our fouls are longing for the day 
 When Jefus fhall be king; 
 
 When he our ftubborn fins (hall flay, 
 And we his praife fhall finer. 
 
 5. Our hearts rejoice in Jefu's name, 
 H:s word forbids our fear; 
 
 We love A 'o proclaim 
 
 Tha :ikind may hear : 
 
 6. But deareft Lord, let us enjoy 
 That everlafting peace, 
 
 That nothing ever fhall deflroy, 
 Nor caufe it to decreafe. 
 
 7. Lord here we wait to know thy will, 
 And to obey the fame ; 
 
 May we our courfe on earth fulfil, 
 In honor to thy name. 
 
 HYMN XXIL 
 
 Jericho; or the waters healed. 
 
 *' nTHO' Jericho pleafantly flood, 
 
 A And look'd like a promifing foil: 
 The harveft produe'd little food, 
 
 To anfwer the hufbandman's toil : 
 The water fome property had, 
 
 Which poifonous prov'd to the ground; 
 
 C 2 The 
 
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 The fprings were corrupted and bad, 
 The dreams fpread a barrennefs round". 
 
 ft. But foon by the cruife and the fait,. 
 
 Prepar'd by Elifha's command, 
 The water was cur'd of its fault, 
 
 And plenty enriched the land.:. 
 An emblem fure this of the grace 
 
 On fruitlefs dead finners beftow'd s \ 
 For man is in Jericho's cafe, 
 
 Till cur'd by the mercy of God.. 
 
 3. How noble a creature he feems ! 
 What knowledge, invention, and fkill! 
 
 How large and extenfive his fchemes! 
 
 How much can he do if he will ! 
 His zeal to be learned and wife,. 
 
 Will yield to no limits or bars ; 
 He meafures the earth and the fkies,. 
 
 And numbers and marfhals the ftars,. 
 
 4. Yet ftlll he is barren of good; 
 In vain are his talents and art ; 
 
 For fin has infe&ed his blood, 
 
 And poifon'd the ftreams of his heart : 
 The Cockatrice eggs he can hatch, 
 
 Or, fpider-like, cobwebs can weave; 
 'Tis madnefs to labour and watch 
 
 For what will deltroy or deceive. 
 
 5. But grace, like the fait in the eruife f 
 When caft in the fpring of the foul ? 
 
 A wonderful change will produce, 
 Diffufing new life thro' the whole : % 
 
 The 
 
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 The wildernefs blooms like a rofe, 
 
 The heart which was vile and abhorr'cf,. 
 
 Now fruitful and beautiful grows, 
 The garden and joy of the Lord. 
 
 H Y M N XXIIL 
 
 i. TOY is a fruit that will not grow 
 
 J In nature's barren foil; 
 All we can boaft, 'till Chrift we know^ 
 Is vanity and toiL 
 
 t. But where the Lord has planted grace,. 
 
 And made his glories known; 
 There fruits of heav'nly joy and peace 
 
 Are found, and there alone. 
 
 3. A bleeding Saviour {ttn by faith,. 
 A fenfe of pard'ning love, 
 
 A hope that triumphs over death, 
 Give joys like thofe above. 
 
 4. To take a glimpfe within the vail 3 
 To know that God is mine; 
 
 Are fprings of joy that never fail, 
 Unfpeakably divine. 
 
 5. Thefe are the joys that fatfsfy, 
 And fa>ictify the mind; 
 
 Which make the fpirit mount on high r 
 And leave the world behind. 
 
 6. No 
 
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 6. No more, believers, mourn your lot, 
 
 But if you are the Lord's, 
 Refign to them that know him not, 
 
 Such joys as earth affords. 
 
 H Y M N XXIV. 
 Queen of Sheba,. 
 
 1. T^ROM Sheba a diftant report 
 
 Jl Of Solomon's glory arid fame, 
 Invited the Queen to his court, 
 
 But all was outdone when Ihe came> 
 She cry'd with a pleafing furprize, 
 
 When firft me before him appear'd, 
 " How much, what I fee with my eyes, 
 
 " Surpaffes the rumor I heard/'" 
 
 2. When once to Jerufalem come, 
 
 The treafure and train fhe had brought, 
 The wealth fhe polfeiTed at home, 
 
 No longer had place in her thought : 
 His houfe, his attendants, his throne, 
 
 All ftruck her with wonder and awe; 
 The glory of Solomon fhone, 
 
 In every object fhe law, 
 
 3. But. Solomon moft fhe adrmYd, 
 Whofe fpirit conducted the whole ; 
 
 His wifdom, which God had infpir'd 3 
 His bounty and greatnefs of foul ; 
 
 Of 
 
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 Df all the hard queftions fhe put, 
 
 A ready folution he fhew'd ; 
 Exceeded' her wifh and her fuit, 
 
 And more than fhe afk'd him bellow 'd. 
 
 | Thus I when the gofpel prochim'd 
 
 The Saviour's great name in my ears> 
 Hie wifdom for which he is fam'd, 
 
 The love which to finners he bears ; 
 [ long'd, and I was not deny'd, 
 
 That I in his prefence might bow ; 
 [ faw, and transported I cry'd, 
 
 " A greater than Solomon Thou!" 
 
 g. My conference no comfort could find* 
 
 By doubt and hard queftions oppos'd ; 
 But he reftor'd peace to my mind, 
 
 And anfwer'd each doubt I proposed i 
 Beholding me poor and diftrefs'd, 
 
 Kis bounty fupply'd all my wants ; 
 My pray'r could have never exprefs'd 
 
 So much as this Solomon grants, 
 
 S. I heard, and was flow to believe, 
 
 But now with my eyes I behold, 
 Much more than my heart could conceive-,. 
 
 Or language could ever have told : 
 How happy thy fervants muft be, 
 
 Who always before thee appear t 
 Vouchfafe, Lord, this bleffing to me, 
 
 I find it is good to be here. 
 
 
 H Y M N 
 
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 HYMN XXV. 
 
 The pool of Btthefda. 
 
 1. T> ESIDE the gofpel pool 
 X3 Appointed for the poor ; 
 
 From year to year, my helplefs foul 
 Has waited for a cure. 
 
 2. How often have I feen 
 The healing waters move ! 
 
 And others, round me, ftepping in 
 Their efficacy prove! 
 
 3. But my complaints remain, 
 I feel the very fame : 
 
 As full of guilt, and fear, and pain, 
 As when at firft I came, 
 
 4. O would the Lord appear 
 My malady to heal ! 
 
 He knows how long IVe languifh'd here, 
 And what diftrefs I feel. 
 
 5. How often have I thought 
 Why mould I longer lie ? 
 
 Surely the mercy I have fought 
 Is not for fuch as I. 
 
 6. But whether can I go ? 
 There is no other pool 
 
 Where 
 
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 Where ftreams of fov'reign virtue flow 
 To make a firmer whole. 
 
 7. Here then, from day to day, 
 I'll wait, and hope, and try; 
 
 Can Jefus hear a (inner pray, 
 Yet fuffer him to die ? 
 
 8. No : He is full of grace ; 
 He never will permit 
 
 A foul, that fain would fee his face, 
 To perifh at his feet. 
 
 H Y M N XXVI. 
 
 l. /^ RACIOUS Lord, incline thine ear, 
 
 VJT My complaint vouchfafe to hear ; 
 Sore diftreft with guilt am I, 
 Give me Chrift, or elfe I die. 
 
 2. Wealth and honour I difdain, 
 Earthly comforts all are vain; 
 They can never fatisfy, 
 
 Give me Chrift, or elfe I die, 
 
 3. Lord deny me what thou wilt, 
 Only take away my guilt ; 
 Mourning at thy feet I lie ; 
 
 Give me Chrift, or elfe I die. 
 
 4. All unholy and unclean, 
 I am finful, vile and mean; 
 
 But 
 
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 But to thee for mercy fly, 
 Give me Chrift or elfe I die. 
 
 5. Thou doft freely fave the loft; 
 In thy grace alone I truft : 
 
 Unto thee I lift my cry, 
 Give me Chrift, or elfe I die. 
 
 6. O my God, what fliall I fay ? 
 Take, oh take my fins away ! 
 Jefu's blood to me apply, 
 
 Give me Chrift, or elfe I die. 
 
 HYMN XXVIL 
 
 The Difciples at fta, 
 
 i. /TOnftrain'd by their Lord to embark, 
 
 \^f And venture without him to fea; 
 The feafon tempeftuous and dark, 
 
 How griev'd the difciples muft be ! 
 But tho' he remain 'd on the fhore, 
 
 He fpent the night for them in pray'r ; 
 They ftill were as fafe as before, 
 
 And equally under his care. 
 
 2. They ftrove, tho' in vain, for a while, 
 The force of the waves to withftand ; 
 
 But when they were weary 'd with toil, 
 They faw their dear Saviour at hand ; 
 
 They gladly receiv'd him on board, 
 Jiis prefence their fpirits reviv'd ; 
 
 The 
 
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 The fea became calm at his word, 
 And foon at their port they arriv'd. 
 
 3. Believers now like them are toft 
 By ftorms, on a perilous deep ; 
 
 But cannot be poflibly loft 
 
 While Jefus has charge of the Chip : 
 Tho' billows and winds are enrag'd, 
 
 And threaten to make them their fport ; 
 This Pilot hath firmly engag'd 
 
 To bring them, in Cafety, to port. 
 
 4. If fometimes we ftruggle alone, 
 And he is withdrawn from our view, 
 
 It makes us more willing to own 
 
 We nothing, without him, can do : 
 
 Then Satan our hopes would afTail, 
 But Jefus is ftill within call ; 
 
 And when our poor efforts quite fail, 
 He comes in good time, and does all. 
 
 5. Yet, Lord, we are ready to fhrink 
 Unlefs we thy prefence perceive ; 
 
 O fave us (we cry) or we fink, 
 
 We would, but we cannot believe : 
 
 The night has been long and fevere, 
 The winds and the feas are ftill high ; 
 
 Dear Saviour, this moment appear, 
 And fay to our fouls, " It is I!" 
 
 HYMN 
 
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 HYMN XXVIII. 
 
 The foolijh Virgins* 
 
 i. T X THEN defcending from the Iky 
 V V The Bridegroom fhall appear ; 
 And the folemn midnight cry, 
 
 Shall call profeflbrs near; 
 How the found our hearts will damp ! 
 
 How will fhame o'erfpread each face ! 
 If we only have a lamp, 
 
 Without the oil of grace. 
 
 2. Foolifh virgins then will wake, 
 And feek for a fupply ; 
 
 But in vain the pains they take 
 
 To borrow or to buy : 
 Then with thofe they now defpife, 
 
 Earneftly they'll wifh to fhare ; 
 But the heft among the wife, 
 
 Will have no oil to fpare. 
 
 3. Wife are they, and truly bleft, 
 Who then fhall ready be ! 
 
 But defpair will feize the reft, 
 
 And dreadful inifery : 
 " Once, they'll cry, we fcorn'd to doubt, 
 
 " Tho' in lies out truft we put ; 
 " Now our lamp of hope is out, 
 
 " The door of mercy flint/' 
 
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 4- If they then prefume to plead, 
 
 " Lord, open to us now ; 
 " We on earth have heard and pray'd, 
 
 " And with thy faints did bow :" 
 He will anfwer from his throne, 
 
 " Tho' you with my people mix'd, 
 " Yet to me you ne'er were known, 
 
 " Depart, your doom is fix'd." 
 
 5. O that none who worfhip here 
 
 May hear that word, Depart! 
 Lord imprefs a godly fear 
 
 On each profefTor's heart : 
 Help us, Lord, to fearch the camp, 
 
 Let us not ourfelves beguile ; 
 Trufting to a dying lamp 
 I Without a flock of oil. 
 
 HYMN XXIX. 
 
 The two Debtors* 
 
 1. /^\NCE a woman filerit flood 
 V>/ While Jefus fat at meat ; 
 From her eyes (he pour'd a flood 
 
 To wafh his facred feet : 
 Shame and wonder, joy and love, 
 All at osce pofiefs'cf her mind, 
 That (he ere fo vile could prove, 
 Yet now forgivenefs find. 
 
 fi. " How came this vile womarj here? 
 " Will Jefus notice fuch ? 
 
 D 2 *< Sure, 
 
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 u Sure, if he a prophet were, 
 
 " He would difdain her touch!" 
 
 Simon thus, with fcornful heart, 
 Slighted one whom Jefus lov'd; 
 
 But her Saviour took her part, 
 And thus his pride reprov'd : 
 
 3. " If two men in debt were bounds 
 44 One lefs, the other more ; 
 
 " Fifty, or five hundred pound, 
 " And both alike were poor; 
 
 " Should the lender both forgive, 
 
 44 When he faw them both diflrefs'd ; 
 
 * 4 Which of them would you believe 
 44 Engag'd to love him beft ? 
 
 4. " Surely he who moft did owe," 
 The Pharifee reply'd ; 
 
 Then our Lord, " By judging fo, 
 " Thou doft for her decide : 
 
 " Simon, if like her you knew 
 
 44 How much you forgivenefs need ; 
 
 44 You like her had afted too, 
 44 And welcomed me indeed ! 
 
 5. " When the load of fin is felt, 
 44 And much forgivenefs known ; 
 
 44 Then the heart of courfe will melt, 
 44 Tho 5 hard before as ftone : 
 
 " Blame not then her love and tears, 
 44 Greatly fhe in debt has been; 
 
 " But I have remov'd her fears, 
 44 And pardon'd all her fin/' 
 
 6. When 
 
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 6. When I read this woman's cafe, 
 
 Her love and humble zeal ; 
 I confefs, with fhame of face, 
 
 My heart is made of ileel : 
 Much has been forgiv'n to me, 
 
 Jefus paid my heavy fcore ; 
 What a creature muft I be, 
 
 That I can love no more ! 
 
 HYMN XXX. 
 
 The Believer's Safety. 
 
 t. r TPHAT man no guard or weapon needs, 
 
 JL Whofe heart the blood of Jefus knows;. 
 But fafe may pafs, if duty leads, 
 
 Thro' burning fands or mountain-fnows. 
 
 *. Releas'd from guilt he feels no fear, 
 Redemption is his fhield and tow'r;. 
 
 He fees his Saviour always near 
 To help, in ev'ry trying hour. 
 
 g. Tho' I am weak, and Satan ftrong, 
 
 And often to affault me tries ; 
 When Jefus is my fhield and fong, 
 
 Aba(h'd the wolf before me flies. 
 
 4. His love poffeflinc, I am bleft, 
 Secure whatever change may come; 
 
 Whither I go to Eaft or Weft, 
 With him I ftill (hall be at home, 
 
 D 3 5> B 
 
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 §. If placed beneath the northern pofe; r 
 Tho' winter reigns with vigor there ; 
 
 His gracious beams would cheer my {on}* 
 And make a fprirtg throughout the yeaiv 
 
 -6. Or if the defart's fun-burnt foil, 
 
 My lonely dwelling e'er mould prove,. 
 
 His prefence would fupport my toil, 
 Whofe fmile is life, whofe voice is love* 
 
 , H Y M N XXXI. 
 
 On one Jlone Jliall be /even eyes. 
 
 "ESUS CHRIST, the Lard's anointed 
 Who his blood for fmners fpih; 
 Is the flone by God appointed, 
 And the church is on him built : 
 
 He delivers 
 All who trull him from their guilts 
 
 2. Many eyes at once are fixed 
 
 On a pei fon fo divine ; 
 Love, with awful juftice mixed, 
 
 In' his great redemption ihine : 
 Mighty Jefus ! 
 
 Give me leave to call thee mine*. 
 
 g. By the Father's eye approved, 
 Lo, a voice is heard from Heav'n,, 
 
 " Sinners, this is my Beloved, 
 " For your ranfom freely giv'n : 
 
 " All offences, 
 " For his fake fhall be forgiv'n,"' 
 
 An- 
 
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 4. Angels w ith their eyes pur fu'd him, 
 When he left his glorious throne ; 
 
 SVitH aftonifhment they view'd him, 
 Put the form of fervant on : 
 
 Angels worfhipp a 
 Him who was on earth unknown. 
 
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 Satan an 4 h's hod amazed, 
 Saw this (lone in Z«ion laid; 
 Jefus, tho' to death aba fed, 
 
 Bruis'd the fubtil ferpent's head; 
 
 When to fa ve us, - 
 On the crofs his blood he fhed. 
 
 6. When a guilty fmner fees him, 
 While he looks his, foul is heal'd'; 
 
 Sooi th's fight from anguifh frees him 1 , 
 And imparts a pardon feal'd : 
 
 May this Saviour 
 Be to ail our hearts reveal 'd ! 
 
 7. With defire and admiral ion, 
 
 his blood bought flock behold 
 Him, who wrought out their falvation 7 
 And enclosed them in his fold : 
 
 Yet their warmeft 
 Love and praiks are too cold. 
 
 8. By the eye of carnal reafon 
 
 • y view him with difdain; 
 ' will they abide the feafan 
 When he'll come with all his train? 
 
 To efcape him 
 Then they'll wiih, but wifh in vain. 
 
 g. How 
 
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 9. How their hearts will melt and tremble 
 
 When they heir his awful voice} 
 Bu f his faints he'll then affemble, 
 
 As his portion, and his choice :. 
 And receive them 
 
 To his everlafling joys. 
 
 HYMN XXXII.. 
 
 New years day* 
 
 i. VTOW, gracious Lord, thine arm reveal, 
 
 JL \l And make thy glory known ; 
 Now let us all thy prefence feel, 
 And foften hearts of flone !. 
 
 2. Help us to venture near thy throne,, 
 And plead a Saviour's name ; 
 
 For all that we can call our own,. 
 Is vanity and fhame. 
 
 3. From all the guilt of former fiir-' 
 May mercy fet us free ; 
 
 And let the year we now b^gin, 
 Begin and end with thee. 
 
 4. Send down thy Spirit from above,, 
 That faints may love thee more ;. 
 
 And finners now may learn to love 
 Who never lov'd before. 
 
 5. And when before thee we appeer 
 In our eternal home; 
 
 May growing numbers worfhip here, 
 
 And praife thee in our room. HYMN 
 
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 HYMN XXXIII. 
 
 |. T> ESTOW, dear Lord, upon our youth 
 
 Xj The gift of faving grace; 
 And let the feed of facred truth 
 Fall in a fruitful place. 
 
 2. Grace is a plant, where'er it grows, 
 
 Of pure and heav'nly root ; 
 But faireft in the youngeft (hews, 
 
 And yields the fweeteft fruit. 
 
 g. Ye carelefs ones, O hear betimes 
 
 The voice of fov'reign love ! 
 Your youth is ftain'd with many crimes, 
 
 But mercy reigns above. 
 
 4. True, you are young, but there's a Hone 
 Within the youngeft breaft ; 
 
 Or half the crimes which you have done 
 Would rob you of your reft. 
 
 For you the public pray'r is made, 
 Oh! join the public pray'r! 
 For you the fecret tear is fhed, 
 O filed yourfelves a tear ! 
 
 5. We pray that you may early prove 
 The Spirit's pow'r to teach : 
 
 you cannot be too young to love 
 That Jefus whom we preach. 
 
 H Y M N 
 
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 H Y M N XXXIV. 
 
 /'HEN Paul was parted from his friends 
 / It was a weeping day ; 
 But Jems made them all amends, 
 "And wip'd their tears away. 
 
 2. Ere long they met again with joy, 
 (Secure no more to part.) 
 
 Where poifes ev'ry tongue employ, 
 And pleafure fills each heart, 
 
 3. Thus all the preachers of his grace 
 Their children foon lhall meet ; 
 
 Together fee their Saviour's face, 
 And worfhip at his feet. 
 
 4. But they who heard the word in vain, 
 Tho' oft and plainly warn'd ; 
 
 Will tremble when they meet again 
 The minifters they fcorn'd. 
 
 5. On your own heads your blood will fall, 
 If any perifh here ; 
 
 The preachers, who have told you all. 
 Shall Hand approv'd, and clear. 
 
 6. Yet, Lord, to fave themfelves alone, 
 Is not their utmoft view ; 
 
 Oh ! hear their pray'r, thy meffage own, 
 And fave their hearers too. 
 
 HYMN 
 
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 H Y M N XXXV. Paul's voyage. 
 
 l. IF Pan! in Caefar's court mud ftand, 
 
 X He need not fear the fca ; 
 Secured from harm, on ev'ry hand, 
 By tiie divine decree. 
 
 2. Altho' the {hip wherein he fail'i 
 
 By dreadful ftorms was tofs'd; 
 The promiie over all prevail'd, 
 
 And not a life Wois loll. 
 
 3. Jefus! the God whom Paul ador'd, 
 Who faves in time of need ; 
 
 Was then confefs'd by all on board, 
 A prefent help indeed ! 
 
 4. Tho' neither fun nor ftars were feen 
 Paul knew the Lord was near; 
 
 And faith preferv'd his foul ferene, 
 When others fhook with fear, 
 
 5. Believers thus are tofs'd about 
 On life's tempeftuous main ; 
 
 But grace affures beyond a doubt 
 They mall their port attain. 
 
 6. They mud, they fhall appear one day, 
 Before their Saviour's throne; 
 
 The ftorms they meet with by the way, 
 But make his power known,. 
 
 7. Their 
 
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 7. Their pafTage ' 7 ' e s acrofs the brink 
 Of many a i.jreat'ning wave; 
 
 The world expe&s to fee them fink, 
 But Jefus lives to fave. 
 
 8. Lord, tho' we are but feeble worms, 
 Yet fmce thy* word is paft ; 
 
 We'll venture thro' a thoufand ftorms, 
 To iee thy face at laft. 
 
 HYMN XXXVL 
 
 The day of judgment. 
 
 1. TH\ AY of judgment, day of wonders ! 
 JL/ Hark ! the trumpet's awful found, 
 
 Louder than a thoufand thunders, 
 Shakes the vafl creation round ! 
 
 How the fummons 
 Will the finner's heart confound ! 
 
 2. See the judge our nature wearing, 
 Cloth'd in majefty divine! 
 
 You who long for his appearing, 
 
 Then fhall fay, " This God is mine !" 
 
 Gracious Saviour, 
 Own me in that day for thine ! 
 
 3. At his call the dead awaken, 
 Rife to life from earth and fea; 
 
 AH the pov/rs of nature ih tken 
 By his look, prepare to tkc : 
 
 
 Care- 
 
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 Carelcfs fmner, 
 What will then become of thee ? 
 
 4. Horrors paft imagination, 
 
 Will furprize your trembling heart, 
 
 When you hear your condemnation, 
 " Hence, accurfed wretch, depart] 
 
 " Thou with Satan 
 u And his Angels, have thy part!' 1 
 
 g. Satan, who now tries to pleafe you, 
 Left you timely warning take, 
 
 When that word is paft, will feize you, 
 Plunge you in the burning lake : 
 
 Think, poor finner, 
 Thy eternal all's at ftake J 
 
 6. But to thofe who have confefled, 
 Lov'd and ferv'd the Lord below ; 
 
 He will fay, " Come near ye blefTed, 
 " See the kingdom I beftow : 
 
 " You for ever 
 11 Shall my love and glory know. 55 
 
 7. Under forrows and reproaches, 
 May this thought your courage raife ! 
 
 Swiftly God's great day approaches, 
 Sighs fhall then be chang'd to praife : 
 
 We fhall triumph 
 When the world is in a blaze. 
 
 HYMN 
 
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 HYMN XXXVII. 
 
 The Good that I would I do not* 
 
 1. Y Wpuld but cannot fing, 
 
 X Guilt has untun'd my voice ; 
 The Serpent fin's envenom'd fting 
 Has poifon'd all my joys. 
 
 2. I know the Lord is nigh, 
 And would, but cannot pray ; 
 
 For Satan meets me when I try, 
 And frights my foul away. 
 
 3. I would, but can't repent 
 Tho' I endeavour oft ; 
 
 This ftony heart can ne'er relent 
 "Till Jefus makes it foft. 
 
 4. I would, but canaot love, 
 Tho' wood by love Divine ; 
 
 No arguments have pow'r to move 
 A foul fo bafe as mine. 
 
 5. I would, but cannot reft 
 In God's moll holy will ; 
 
 1 know what He appoints is beft, 
 Yet murmur at it ftilL 
 
 6. Oh could I but believe ! 
 Then all would eafy be ; 
 
 J would, but cannot ; Lord relieve, 
 My help mull come from thee ! 
 
 7. But 
 
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 7. But if indeed I woud % 
 Tho' I can nothing do ; 
 
 Yet the defire is fomething good, 
 For which my praife is due. 
 
 8. By nature prone to ill, 
 Till thine appointed hour 
 
 I was as deftitute of will, 
 As now I am of pow'r, 
 
 9. Wilt thou not crown, at length, 
 The work thou haft begun ? 
 
 And with a will, afford me ftrength 
 In all thy ways to run. 
 
 HYMN XXXVIIL 
 
 t. T ' VE found the Pearl of greateft price, 
 
 JL My heart doth fing for joy : 
 And fing I muft, a Chrift I have; 
 O what a Chrift have I ? 
 
 3. Chrift is the Way, the Truth, the Life, 
 
 The Way to God on high, 
 Life to the dead, the Truth of Types, 
 
 The Truth of Prophefy. 
 
 3. Chrift is a Prophet, Prieft and King: 
 
 A Prophet full of light, 
 A Prieft that ftands 'twixt God and man, 
 
 A King that rules with might. 
 
 E 2 4. Chrift's 
 
( 5* ) 
 
 4* Chrift 's Manhood is a Temple, where 
 
 The Altar God doth reft ; 
 My Chrift, he is the Sacrifice, 
 
 My Chrift he is the Prieft. 
 
 $. My Chrift he is the Lord of Lords, 
 
 He is the King of Kings ; 
 He is the Sun of Righteoufnefs, 
 
 With Healing in his Wings. 
 
 6. My Chrift, he is the Tree of life, 
 Which in God's garden grows ; 
 
 Whofe Fruit does feed, whofe Leaves do heal ; 
 My Chrift is Sharon's Rofe. 
 
 7. Chrift is my Meat, Chrift is my Drink, 
 My Phyfick and my Health, 
 
 My Peace, my Strength, my Joy, my Crown, 
 My Glory and my Wealth. 
 
 8. Chrift is my Father, and my Friend, 
 My Brother and my Love ; 
 
 My Head, my Hope, my Counsellor, 
 My Advocate above. 
 
 9. My Chrift, he is the Heav'n of Heav'ns, 
 My Chrift what fhall I call ? 
 
 My Chrift is Firft, my Chrift is laft, 
 My Chrift is All in All. 
 
 HYMN 
 
f 53 ) 
 HYMN XXXIX. 
 
 l T> Right burning beams of gofpel grace 
 
 J3 Hafle Lord, for to difplay ; 
 For to burn up in all thy faints 
 Their Hubble, wood, and hay. 
 
 2. Break forth O Sun of Righteoufnefc 
 Unto the perfeel day : 
 
 Haftc Holy One unto thy throne, 
 Our Jefus, hafte away ! 
 
 3. But O, who may abide the day 
 When Zion's King fhall reign ? 
 
 Who may abide, when he the pride 
 Of all proud flefh fhall ftain ? 
 
 4. Tremble ye carelefs ones, that are 
 At eafe in Zion, and 
 
 Wonder and flay, becaufe that day 
 Is very nigh at hand : 
 
 5. It now doth dawn; the glorious morn 
 Begins for to appear; 
 
 What elfe do mean thefe lowings, and 
 Thefe bleatings we do hear? 
 
 6. The faints do fing to Chrift their King, 
 Whilil others rage in pain, 
 
 Becaufe His bright and dazzling Light 
 Shines thro' the world amain* 
 
 E 3 7. Re- 
 
( 54 ) 
 
 7- Redeemed ones, fing praifes, for 
 
 This fire's but fettt to try, 
 And purge your drofs, that by its lofs- 
 
 Chrifl may you purify. 
 
 H Y M N XL. 
 
 1. V ORD, thou haft planted me a vine 
 1 a In fertile foil and air; 
 
 Now tend and water me as thine, 
 And make me iiill thy care. 
 
 2. My Chrift I'm wholly thine, direel 
 My goings, for I'm dark ; 
 
 O may my conftant aims he right! 
 Thine honor be my mark ! 
 
 3. Shall Simon bear thy crofs- alone, 
 And other faints be free ? 
 
 Each faint of thine fhall find his own*.. 
 And there is one for me : 
 
 4. Whene'er it falls unto my lot, 
 Let it not frighten me ; 
 
 Nor drive me from my gracious God, a 
 But bring me home to thee. 
 
 5. O happy Chriftians, be not Icth 
 To have a coarfer fare ; 
 
 Saints that have had no table-cloth 
 Had Chriit at dinner there. 
 
 6. To- 
 
f 55 ) 
 
 To do ok" fuffer I am pleas'd, 
 So long as Chriil ftands by ; 
 jpport. me with thy conftant aid- 
 Left all thy graces die- 
 
 7. Thy way is to the upright ftrength.;: 
 
 Lord, make it fo to me, 
 That never tiring with the length, 
 
 My foul may reach to thee. 
 
 H Y M N XLI 
 
 Lamenting the Lojs of Firji. Love.. 
 
 o 
 
 That my foul were now as fair 
 As it hath fometimes been ! 
 
 j& Devoid of that diftra&ing care 
 Without, and fear within \. 
 
 2. There was a time when I could tread 
 No circle but of love : 
 
 That joyous morning now is fled,. 
 How heavily I move! 
 
 3. Unhappy f6ul, that thou fhould'fl force 
 Thy Saviour to de-art, 
 
 When he was plealtd with fo coarfe 
 A lodging in thy heart ! 
 
 4. How fweetly I enjoy 'd my God ! 
 With how divine a frame ! 
 
 I thought, on ev'ry plant I trod, 
 I read my Saviour's name ; 
 
( 56 ) 
 
 j. I liv'd, I lov'd, I talk'd with thce 5 
 
 So fweetly we agreed, 
 And thou no ftranger waft to me 
 
 Till I became a weed. 
 
 6. The tempter robb'd me, and I muft 
 I fear be ever poor ; 
 
 May this fuffice, to roll in dull 
 Before thy temple door f 
 
 7. My deareft Lord, my heart flames not 
 With love, that facred fire ; 
 
 But fmce my love has wore that blot 
 Repentance runs the high'r. 
 
 8. O might thofe days return again, 
 How welcome they fhould be ! 
 
 Shall my petition be in vain> 
 Since grace is ever free ? 
 
 9. Lord of my foul, return, return, 
 To chafe away this night ; 
 
 Let not thine anger ever burn ; 
 God once was my delight. 
 
 HYMN XLII. 
 
 1. \ 1Y Lord, my God, I once could fing; 
 
 1VX But now I fear to fay 
 My God ; I only cry my King, 
 Of force I muft obey. 
 
 1. I've 
 
( 57 ) 
 
 fc. I've forfeited that blefled Gueft, 
 
 That joy that fometimes fhone 
 Within this dark unhallow'd breafl ; 
 
 O whither is it gone ? 
 
 3. In infinite companion Lord, 
 To my complaint give ear ; 
 
 Whole troops of forrows bear me down ; 
 
 when wilt thou appear ? 
 
 4. Remember, Lord, w T hat I am ftil'd, 
 Tho' under darknefs great ; 
 
 Tho' under darknefs, ftill thy child, 
 My heart is ftill thy feat. 
 
 5. My King, thou doft poffefs that throne, 
 Thou doft that fceptre fway ; 
 
 'Tis thine, ftill, Lord, 'tis thine alone, 
 
 1 hate the fmner's way : 
 
 6. Lord, when thou feeft me come ib pray. 
 Bow down a gracious ear 
 
 To aniwer; if my Lord delay, 
 One darkfome day's a year. 
 
 7. To fhine upon a foul fo vile, 
 Would magnify thy grace ; 
 
 I long for nothing but a fmile 
 From my dear Saviour's face. 
 .%. 
 
 8. I will no more my Lord provoke, 
 Or caufe thee to withdraw, 
 
 Thy 
 
f 58 ) 
 
 Thy former frowns have made me wife. 
 To fear, and ftand in awe. 
 
 9. My reliefs foul will ne'er give o'er, 
 
 Until thy bowels move ; 
 I'll not be driven from thy door 
 
 Till thou (halt fay, " I love." 
 
 HYMN XLIII. 
 
 1. A LAS, my God, that thou fhould be 
 -Z~jL To me fo much unknown ! 
 
 I long to walk and talk with Thee, 
 And dwell before thy throne. 
 
 2. Thou know'ft, my foul does dearly love 
 The place of thine abode ; 
 
 No mufic gives fo fweet a found, 
 As thefe two words, My God. 
 
 3. I long not for the fruit that grows 
 Within thefe gardens here ; 
 
 I find no fweetnefs in their rofe 
 When Jefus is not near. 
 
 4. Thy gracious Prefence, O my Chrift, 
 Can make a Paradife ; 
 
 Ah, what are all the goodly pearls, 
 Unto this Pearl of price ? 
 
 5. Give me that fweet communion, Lord, 
 Thy people have with thee ; 
 
 Thy 
 
( 59 ) >. 
 
 Thy Spirit daily talks with them, 
 O let it talk with me. 
 
 6. Like Enoch let me walk with God, 
 And thus wa?k out my day, 
 
 Attended with the heav'nly guards, 
 Upon the King's high way. 
 
 7. When wilt thou come unto me, Lord ? 
 
 come, my Lord, moft dear ; 
 
 J Come near, come nearer, nearer ftill ; 
 I'm well when thou art near. 
 
 S. When wilt thou come unto me, Lord? 
 
 1 languifh for thy fight ; 
 
 Ten thoufand Suns, if thou artftrange, 
 Are (hades inftead of light. 
 
 ; 5. When wilt thou come unto me, Lord ? 
 For till thou doit appear, 
 I count each moment for a day, 
 Each minute for a year. 
 
 j 10. Come, Lord, and never from me go, 
 This world's a darkfome place ; 
 
 i I find no pleafure here below, 
 When thou doft veil thy face. 
 
 11. There's no fuch thing as pleafure here, 
 
 My Jefus is my all ; 
 As thou doit mine, or difappear, 
 
 My pleafures rife and fall. 
 
 *2, Come 
 
I 
 
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 19. Come fpread thy Savour on my frame, 
 
 No fweetnefs is fo fweet; 
 Till I get up to fmg thy name, 
 
 Where all thy fingers meet. 
 
 -H Y M N XLIV. 
 
 .9, 
 
 Was I firfl born from beneath ; 
 And then born from above ! 
 Am I a 'child of man and God ? 
 O rich and endlefs love! 
 
 2. Earth is my mother, earth my nurfe, 
 And earth mull be my tomb : m 
 
 Yet God, the God of Heav'n and Earth, 
 My Father is become. 
 
 3. Hell enter'd me, and into hell 
 I quickly fhould have run ; 
 
 But O ! kind Heav'n laid hold on me ; 
 Heav'n is in ;r*e begun. 
 
 4. T*his fpark will rife into a flame, 
 This feed into a tree ; 
 
 My fongs (hall rife, my praifes (hall 
 Loud Hallelujah's be. 
 
 HYMN XLV. 
 
 1. T That am drawn out of the depth, 
 
 JL Will fing upon the fhore ; 
 I that in hell's dark fuburbs lay, 
 
 Pure mercy will adore. 2, The 
 
( 6i ) 
 
 2. The tenors of the living God 
 My foul did fo affright ; 
 
 I fear'd left I mould be condemn'd 
 To an eternal night. 
 
 3. Kind was the pity of my friends, 
 But could not eafe my fmart; 
 
 Their words indeed did reach my cafe, 
 But could not reach my heart. 
 
 4. Ah, what was then this world to ine, 
 To whom God's word was dark ? 
 
 Who in my dungeon could not fee 
 One beam or mining fpark ! 
 
 5. What then were all the creatures fmiles, 
 When the Creator frown'd ? 
 
 My days were nights, my life was death, 
 My being was my wound. 
 
 6. Tortur'd and rack'd, with hellifh fears. 
 Left God the blow fliould give ; 
 
 Mine eyes did fail, my heart did fink 
 Then mercy bid me live. 
 
 HYMN XLVI. 
 
 1. T ORD of my life, length of my days. 
 
 jLu Thy hand hath refcu'd me ; 
 Who lying at the gates of death 
 Among the dead was free. 
 
 F 2. My 
 
{ 62 ) 
 
 2. My deareft friends I had refign'd 
 Unto their Maker's care ; 
 
 Methought I only time had left 
 For a concluding prsy'r. 
 
 3. Methought death laid his hand op me^ 
 And did his pris'ner bind ; 
 
 And by the found, methought I heard 
 His Matter's feet behind. 
 
 4. Methought I flood upon the fhore, 
 And nothing could I fee, 
 
 But the vaft Ocean with my eyes, 
 A vaft Eternity. 
 
 5. Methought I heard the midnight cry, 
 Behold the Bridegroom comes: 
 
 Methought he call'd me to his bar, 
 Where fouls receive their dooms. 
 
 6. The world was at an end to me, 
 As if it all did burn ; 
 
 But lo ! there came a voice of pow'r, 
 Which order 'd my return. 
 
 7. Lord, I returned at thy command. 
 What wilt thou have me do ? 
 
 O let me wholly live to thee, 
 To whom my life I owe. 
 
 , Fain would I dedicate to thee 
 The remnant of my days ; 
 
 Lord, 
 
( 63 ) 
 
 Lord, with my life renew my heart, 
 That both thy name may praife. 
 
 HYMN XLVII. 
 
 Chrijl the Beloved dejeribed, 
 
 i. TT^AIR Salem's daughters afk to know 
 
 Jl Why I fhould love my Jefus f o ; 
 What are his charms, fay they, above 
 The objecls of another s love? 
 
 2. Yes, my Beloved, to my fight 
 Shews a fweet mixture, red and white ; 
 
 All human beauties, all divine, 
 In my Beloved meet and fhine. 
 
 3. White is his foul, from blemifh free; 
 Red with the blood he fhed for me ; 
 
 The Faireft of ten thoufand fairs ; 
 A Sun among ten thoufand ftars. 
 
 4. His head the fineft gold excels; 
 There wifdom in perfection dwells, 
 
 And glory, like a crown, adorns 
 
 Thofe temples once befet with thorns, 
 
 5. Compaffions in his heart are found, 
 Hard by the fignals of his wound : 
 
 His facred fide no more (hall bear 
 
 The cruel fcourge, the piercing fpear. 
 
 F 2 6. Hi& 
 
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 6. His haads are fairer to beKolcr" 
 Than diamonds fet in rings of gold; 
 
 Thofe heav'nly hands that on the tree 
 Were nailH, zjid torn, and bled for me. 
 
 / 
 
 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 1 jvc% 
 The eagle temper'd with the dove; 
 
 No more ihall trickling forrows roll, 
 Thro' thofe dear windows of his foul. 
 
 9. His mouth that pour'd out long complaints- 
 Now fmiles, and cheers his faintinr faints :~ 
 
 His countenance more graceful is 
 Than Lebanon with all its trees. 
 
 10. All over glorious is my Lord, 
 Mi! ft be belov'd, and yet ador'd ; 
 
 His worth if all the nations knew, 
 Sine ev'ry one would love him too* 
 
 H Y M N XLVIIL 
 
 /\ 7 H I LE thus my cleared Love I prais'd. 
 As I could do no fefs, 
 
 They heard, they look'd, they flood amaz'd 
 At my great fcrappineft. 
 
 And 
 
( % ) 
 
 2. And when I ceas'cl, they thus reply 'd, 
 " O faireft, we muft needs 
 
 " Congratulate thy blefl eftate, 
 " Which ours fo far exceeds. 
 
 3. " O that we were in fuch a cafe 
 " As we perceive thou art ! 
 
 u O that our fouls might find a place 
 " In thy Beloved's heart ! 
 
 4. " Whither is thy Beloved gone ? 
 11 Prav let us go with thee, 
 
 " To feek thy well beloved one, 
 
 " Whofe face we fain would fee/ 3 
 
 5. If you my deareft Lord would fee, 
 Then go into his court ; 
 
 Look where his faints aifembled be 5 
 Thither you muft refort. 
 
 6. For they his pleafure gardens are. 
 Where he delights to be ; 
 
 They are his comfort and his care, 
 There you my Lord may fee. 
 
 7. Some fouls he breeds, and fome he feeds ; 
 Others he doth remove 
 
 Hence from his lower gardens, to 
 His paradife above. 
 
 8. I am my well Beloved's own, 
 My well Beloved's mine : 
 
 F 3 Te 
 
( 66 } 
 
 To me his love a feaft doth prove 
 Beyond the richeft wine. 
 
 H V* M N XLIX. 
 
 ••1. A RISE, O King of grace, afife, 
 
 ill And enter to thy reft ; 
 Lo thy church waits with "longing eyes, 
 Thus to be own'd and bleft. 
 
 2. Enter with all thy glorious train, 
 Thy Spirit and thy word ; 
 
 All that the Ark did once contain 
 Could no flich grace afford. 
 
 3. Here mighty Gcd, accept our vows* 
 Here let thy praife be fpread, 
 
 Blefs theprovifions of thy houfe, 
 
 And fill thy poor with bread. 
 
 4. Here let the Son- of David reign, 
 Let God's anointed mine ; 
 
 Juftice and truth his court maintain, 
 With love and pow'r divine. 
 
 5. Here let him hold a 1 ailing throne ? 
 And as his kingdom grows, 
 
 Frefh honours mall adorn His crown, 
 And fhame confound his foes. 
 
 HYMN 
 
( 6/ ) 
 HYMN L. 
 
 I. TESUS, the only thought of thee, 
 J With fweetnefs fills my breaft ; 
 But Tweeter far it is to fee, 
 And on thy beauty feaft. 
 
 -2. No found, no harmony fo gay, 
 
 Can art of mufic frame; 
 No thoughts can reach, no words can fay" 
 
 The fweets of thy bleft name. 
 
 3. Jefus, our hope, when we repent. 
 Sweet fource of all our grace ; 
 
 Sole comfort in cur baniihment, 
 O ! what when face to face ! 
 
 4. Jefus ! that name infpires my mind- 
 With fprings of life and light; 
 
 More than I afk in thee I find, 
 And lavifh in delight, 
 
 |5| No ar% or eloquence of man, 
 
 Can tell the joys of lovf ; 
 Qnlv the faints can understand 
 
 What the\ in Jefus prove. * 
 
 6. Thee then I'll feek retir'd apart, 
 
 From world and bufinefs free; 
 Wken thefe (hall knock, I'll ixmt my heart, 
 
 And keep it all tor thee. 
 
( 69 ) 
 
 -y. Before the -morning light Til come, 
 
 With Magdalene, to find, 
 In fi'ghs and tears, my Jefu's tomb, 
 
 And there refrefh my mind. 
 
 8. My tears upon his grave fhall flow, 
 My fighs the garden fill ; 
 
 The a at his feet myfelf I'll throw, 
 And there I'll feck his will. 
 
 9. Jefus, in thy blefs'd fteps I'll tread; 
 And walk in all thy ways ; 
 
 I'll never ceafe to weep and plead, 
 Till I'm reftor'd to grace. 
 
 10. O King of Love, thy blefTed fire 
 Does fu'ch fweet flames excite ; 
 
 That firfr it raifes our defire 
 Then fills us with delight. 
 
 11. Thy lovely prefence mines fo clear 
 Thro' every fenfe and way, 
 
 That fouls which once have feen thee nearv 
 See all things elfe decay. 
 
 12. Come then, dear Lord, po fiefs my heart* 
 Chafe thence the fhades of night; 
 
 Come pierce it with thy flaming dart, 
 And ever-Aiining light. 
 
 13. Then I'll for ever Jefus fing, 
 And with the faints rejoice ; 
 
 And both my heart and tongue fhall bnng* 
 Their tribute to my deareft King, 
 In never-ending joys. Amen. 
 
 HYMN 
 
t % ) 
 
 H Y M N LI. 
 
 i. r J ^WO arc better far than pn£ 
 
 1 For ' counfel or for fight; 
 How can one be w^n^ alone ? 
 
 Or ferve his God arig'it ? 
 Join we then our hearts and hanc?s : 
 
 Each to love provoke his iriend; 
 Run the way of his commands, 
 
 And keep it to the end. 
 
 Wee to him whofe fpirits droop I 
 
 To him who falls alone ! 
 He has none to lift him up, 
 
 To help his weaknefs on : 
 happier we each other keep ; 
 
 We each others burdens bear; 
 \ T ever need our footfteps flip, 
 
 Uphold by mutual pray'r. 
 
 ;. Who of tw-iin has made us one> 
 
 Maintains our unity ; 
 efus is the corner ftone, 
 
 In whom we all agree : 
 Servants of one common Lord, 
 
 Sweetly of orre heart and mind, 
 ,Vi.o can break a threefold cord 
 
 Or part whom God bath join 'df 
 
 . Oh that all with us might prove- 
 
 The feiiowfhip cf faints ! 
 find fupplv'd in Jefu's I eve 
 
 Wiuu evry member wants! 
 
 Grafp 
 
('70 ) 
 
 Grafp we our high fallings prize ! 
 
 Feel our fins on earth forgiv'n ! 
 Rife, in his whole image rife, 
 
 And meet our head in heav'n ! 
 
 HYMN LII, 
 
 i. "| ORD; I believe a reft remains 
 
 X-J To all thy people known, 
 A reft where pure enjoyment reigns, 
 And thou art lov'd alone. 
 
 2. A reft where all our fouls defire 
 Is fixt on things above ; 
 
 Where fear and fin, and grief expire, 
 Call out by perfect love. 
 
 3. Oh that I now the reft might kno'i j 
 Believe, and enter in! 
 
 Now Saviour, now the pow'r bellow, 
 And let me ceafe from fin! 
 
 4. Remove this hardnefs from my hear? 
 This unbelief remove: 
 
 To me the reft of faith impart, 
 The fabbath of thy love. 
 
 £. I would be thine; thou know'ft I wouh.. 
 
 And have thee all my own : 
 Thee, Oh! mv al)- r uffi:ien.t good 4 
 
 I want, and thee alone, 
 
 6, Thjr 
 
3 
 
 6 Thy r«ame + .o me, thy na at J 
 
 This, only this, be giv'n: 
 
 ♦15 befiJe my God I want, 
 Notuing in earth oj hea\ 11. 
 
 7. Come, Oh my Saviour, come away,, 
 I ito mv foul defcend ! 
 
 No longer from thy creature ftay, 
 My author and my eua! 
 
 8. Come, Father, Son, and Holy Gkoit, 
 And feal me thine a ode! 
 
 Let all I am in thee be loll. 
 Let all be loft in God. 
 
 H Y M N LIII. 
 
 MESSIAH, fall of grace 
 Redeem'n by fhee we pie; 
 he promt fe made to Ahra'ms tjllc 
 To fouls for ages dead. 
 
 Their bones as quite dry'd up 
 Throughout ihe vale appear; 
 'lit off and loft their laft faint hope 
 To fee thy kingdom here. 
 
 Open their graves, and bring 
 The outcafts forth to own 
 hou art their Lord, their God and King, 
 Their true anointed one* 
 
 i> T* 
 
i 7* ) 
 
 4. To fave the race forlorn 
 
 Thy glorious arm difplay : 
 And (hew the world a nation horn,, 
 
 A nation in a day ! 
 
 II Y M N LIV- 
 
 3. T^ATHER of faithful Abra'm, hear, 
 X Our earneft fuit for Abra'ms feed 4 
 Juflly they claim the foftefl pray'r 
 
 From us, adopted in their flead : 
 Who mercy through their fall obtain, 
 And Chrifl by their rejection gain. 
 
 2. Outcafts from thee and fcatter'd wide 
 Through ev'ry nation under beav'n 
 
 Blafpheining whom they crucify 'J, 
 
 Unfav'd, unpity'd, unforgiv'n. 
 Branded like Cain, they bear their load, 
 Abhorr'd of men, and curs'd of God. 
 
 3. But hall thou finally fprfoolc, * 
 Forever caft thy own away ? 
 
 Wilt thou not bid the murd'rers look 
 
 On him they piere'd, and weep and pray? 
 Yes grac : ous Lord, thy word is pail : 
 All Ifrael lhall be fav'd at laft. 
 
 4. Come then, thou great deiiv'rer come! 
 The veil from Jacob's heart remove ! 
 
 Receive thy ancient people home ; 
 That (juicken'd by thy dying love. 
 
 The 
 
( 73 ) 
 
 The world may their reception find, 
 Life from the dead for all mankind* 
 
 HYMN LV. 
 
 i. TJOLY Lamb, who thee receive, 
 
 XjL Who in thee begin to live, 
 Day and night they cry to thee, 
 As thou art, fo let us be ! 
 
 2. Jefu, fee my panting breail : 
 See I pant in thee to reft ! 
 Gladly would I now be clean : 
 Cleanie mc now from ev'ry fin. 
 
 3. Fix, Oh! fix my wav'ring mind ; 
 To thy crofs my fpirit bind ; 
 Earthly paffions far removes 
 
 ' Swallow up our fouls in love. 
 
 4. Duft and aflies though we be, 
 Full of guilt and mifery, 
 
 Thine we are, thou Son of God : 
 Take the purchafe of thy blood! 
 
 5. Who in heart on thee believes, 
 He th' atonement now receives : 
 
 He with joy beholds thy face 
 Triumphs in thy pard'ning grace. 
 
 6. See ye finners, fee the flame 
 Rifing from the flaughter'd Lamb ; 
 Marks the new, the living way, 
 Leading to eternal day ! 
 
 G 7 . Jeftt, 
 
( 74 ) 
 
 7. Jefu, when this light we fe«, 
 All our foul's athirft for thee : 
 When thy qukk'ning pow'r we prove, 
 All our heart diffolves in love. 
 
 8. Boundlefs wifdom, pow'r divine, 
 Love unfpeakable are thine ? 
 
 Praife by all to thee be giv'n 
 Sons of earth, and holts of heav'n. 
 
 HYMN LVL 
 
 i. T ET Chrift the glorious lover 
 
 JL-i Have everlafting praife ; 
 He cometh to difcover 
 
 The riches of his grace : 
 He courts the wretched finner, 
 
 To be his loving bride ; 
 Refolving for to win her, 
 
 And will not be deny'd. 
 
 2. When firfthe calls upon her, 
 Herfelf for to deny, 
 
 To caft away her honour, 
 
 And lay her pleafures by, 
 To part with ev'ry notion 
 
 That puft her up with pride. 
 And take him for her portion, 
 
 And be his loving bride ; 
 
 3. The offers he makes to her 
 Are what (he can't endure, 
 
 She 
 
( 75 ) 
 
 .She thinks it will undo her 
 
 To part with all her (lore ; 
 She readily refufes 
 
 To yield unto his will; 
 And in her heart flie chufe* 
 
 Her former lovers (till. 
 
 4. But when flie is enlighten'd, 
 
 Her conscience being ftirr'd, 
 Her guilty foul is frighten 'd, 
 
 By his convincing word ; 
 Then to efcape his fury 
 
 She now will take fome pains. 
 And to obtain that glory 
 
 Which ev'ry conqu'ror gains 
 
 ^: She'll leave her ways of finning, 
 
 And read, and hear, and pray, 
 And think fhe is beginning 
 
 To walk the narrow way ; 
 She does not yet difcov6r 
 
 The filth of her infide, 
 But thinks the Lord will love her, 
 
 And fhe fhall be his bride. 
 
 6. But he difplays his power, 
 
 And fhows the flaming fword, 
 With threat'nings to devour, 
 
 He makes her hear his word ; 
 She reads and feeks falvation, 
 
 But confeience doth engage 
 To (hew her condemnation, 
 
 Almoft in ev'ry page. 
 
 G 2 7 . Her 
 
( 7« ) 
 
 j. Her heart flie doth difcover; 
 
 And cannot now expeft 
 That Jefus Chrift will love her, 
 
 Whom once fhe did rejefl. 
 He firips her of her beauties, 
 
 Of which before fhe brags, 
 And (hews her works and dutiet 
 
 Are but like filthy rags. 
 
 2. And now fhe is bewailing 
 
 Her fad benighted Hate ; 
 And ev'ry little failing 
 
 Appears exceeding great ; 
 Her fins like to a mountain 
 
 Before her do a rife, 
 And hide the cleanfing fountain 
 
 From her beclouded eyes. 
 
 9. Dark doleful apprehenfions 
 Now fill her heart within, 
 
 And all her beft inventions *> 
 
 Can't clean fe her foul from fi#. 
 
 Her groans and bitter crying, 
 Might be compar'd to one 
 
 Juft at the point of dying; 
 
 She cries, "Undone! undone!' 5 
 
 10. Her thoughts are in confufion, 
 And ev'ry hope of life 
 
 Appears to her delufion ; 
 , Thus fhe is fill'dwith ftrife. 
 For fince Chrift has convinc'd her, 
 She thinks fhe knows full well 
 
 Tha 
 
( 77 ) 
 
 That all things are againft her, 
 In heaven, earth, and hell. 
 
 11. She oftentimes is fearing 
 Her race is ran too far, 
 
 And not one ftar appearing 
 
 By night to comfort her. 
 Both Prieft and Levite by her 
 
 Do pafs, which works her grief; 
 There's nothing yet comes nigh her, 
 
 To give her foul relief. 
 
 12. But Jefus has compaflion 
 Still moving in his heart, 
 
 Intends to give falvation, 
 
 And eafe her of her fmart ; 
 One glimpfe of loving power 
 
 Makes her forget her pain ; 
 She cries, " O happy hour ! 
 
 Is Jefus come again ? 
 
 13. Will he whom I reje£led 
 Come down to me fo low ? 
 
 Good news, but unexpe&ed ! 
 
 This hardly can be fo. 
 But now fhe cries more fervent, 
 
 " Lord don't thy mercy hide ; 
 " Mayn't one become thy fervant. 
 
 Unfit to be a bride?" ' 
 
 14. But now her fears arc double. 
 I JLeft he depart again, 
 
 G 3 And 
 
 1 
 
{ 7* 5 
 
 And leave her ftill in trouble, 
 
 For ever to remain. 
 She cries, " O glorious Saviour! 
 
 (And fpeaks with all her heart} 
 M Let not my bafe behaviour 
 
 " Provoke thee to depart/* 
 
 15. The day of her efpoufals 
 To Jefus now draws near ; 
 
 His terms and fweet propofala 
 Her foul doth long to hear : 
 
 Now the Almighty lover 
 No longer doth forbear, 
 
 But comes for to difcover 
 His glorious beauty fair. 
 
 16. And at the time appointed^ 
 Kind Jefus (hews his face ; 
 
 His countenance is pleafing, 
 Adorn'd with richeft grace : 
 
 With fmiles, and fweet companion; 
 And blood to warn her white : 
 
 He comes with free ialvation ; 
 'Tis a reviving fight. 
 
 17. Let faints and holy angels- 
 Attend with liiUning ear. 
 
 Unto the happy marriage 
 
 Which we ere long ihall hear* 
 
 Betwixt the Princeof heaven 
 And finful heir of hell, 
 
 A match that's more uneven 
 Than tongues or pens can tell. 
 
 *8. Th« 
 
( 79 ) 
 
 The guefts that are invited, 
 
 Are cloath'd in bright array, 
 tceedingly delighted, 
 
 Upon this wedding day : 
 7ith joy in all their faces, 
 
 And harps to praife their King, 
 "leir fhouts and hallelujahs 
 
 In heav'n and earth do ring. 
 
 19. The terms are now propofed, 
 And Jefus takes his bride ; 
 
 He gives himfelf unto her, 
 And jM things elfe befide; 
 
 And (he without repining, 
 Confents unto his terms, 
 
 Moft joyfully refigning 
 Herfelf into his arms. 
 
 20. Her hufband is her Maker, 
 Who doth her foul embrace ; 
 
 And makes her a'partaker 
 Of ev'ry needful grace. 
 
 The world which fo bewitches 
 All Adam's race befide, 
 
 Can't imitate the riches 
 
 Which Jefus gives his bride. 
 
 fil. Her foul with admiration 
 Can think what Jefus bore. 
 
 To purchafe her faivation, 
 And make the blefling fure : 
 
 She hears how he was wounded, 
 And facrifie'd for fin, 
 
 Left 
 
( 8° ) 
 
 Left fhe mould be confounded 
 For evermore therein, 
 
 «2. All fin, and earthly trcafure, 
 
 All Satan's fnares and lies, 
 And belt of carnal pleafure 
 
 Are loathfome in her eyes : 
 Her longing foul defires, 
 
 With fpeed to be remov'd 
 To join the heav'nly choirs 
 
 And fee her beft Belov'd. 
 
 HYMN LVn. 
 
 Submijion to Ajfliclivt Providences. 
 
 i. 'VTA K ED as from the earth we came, 
 
 JL\I And crept to life at firft, 
 We to the earth return again, 
 And mingle with cur dull. 
 
 s. The dear delights we here enjoy, 
 
 And fondly call our own, 
 Are but fhort favours borrow'd now, 
 
 To be repaid anon. 
 
 g. 5 Tis God that lifts our comforts high, 
 
 Or finks them in the grave ; 
 He gives, and (bleffed be his Name!) 
 
 He takes but what he gave. 
 
 4. Peace, 
 
( «*-) 
 
 4. Peace, all our angry paffions then ! 
 Let each rebellious figh 
 
 Be filent at his Sov'reign Will, 
 And ev'ry murmur die. 
 
 5. If fmiling mercy crown our lives, 
 Its praifes fhall be fpread, 
 
 And we'll adore the juftice too 
 That ftrikes our comforts dead. 
 
 HYMN LVIIL . 
 
 Triumph over Death. 
 
 1. /^ REAT God, Iownthyfentcnccjuftj 
 
 \JX And nature muft decay; 
 I yield my body to the duft, 
 To dwell with fellow-clay. 
 
 is. Yet faith may triumph o'er the graves, 
 
 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 fees, 
 Lie vanquiih'd at his feet. 
 
 4. Tho* greedy worms devour my (kin, 
 And gnaw my wafting flefh, 
 
 When 
 
( 8* 5 
 
 When God fhall build my bones again* 
 He'll clothe them all afrefh : 
 
 $. Then fhall I fee thy lovely fa«e 
 With flrong immortal eyes, 
 
 And feaft upon thy unknown grace 
 With pleafure and furprize. 
 
 HYMN LIX. 
 
 The Bkjftdnefs of GofptLTimts* 
 
 i. TTOW beauteous are their Feet 
 
 JlIL Who Hand on Zion's hill ! 
 Who bring falvation on their tongues, 
 And words of peace reveal ! 
 
 fi. How charming is their voice! 
 
 How fweet the tidings are ! 
 " Zion, behold thy Saviour-King, 
 
 " He reigns and triumphs here." 
 
 3. How happy are our ears 
 That hear this joyful found, 
 
 Wiiich kings and prophets waited for, 
 And fought, but never found ! 
 
 4. How blefled are our eyes 
 That fee this heav'nly Light; 
 
 Prophets and kings defir'd it long, 
 But dy'd without the fight ! 
 
 5. The 
 
( §3 j) 
 
 The watchmen join their voice, 
 And tuneful notes employ; 
 
 ifalem breaks forth in fongs, 
 And defarts learn the joy. 
 
 The Lord makes bare his arm 
 "hro* all the earth abroad : 
 et ev'ry nation now behold 
 Their Saviour and their God, 
 
 HYMN LX. 
 
 A Vijion of the Kingdom oJChriJi among Me?$> 
 
 I. T O, what a glorious fight appears 
 
 1 j To our believing eyes ! 
 The earth and feas are pafs'd away, 
 And the old rolling fkies : 
 
 a. From the third Heav'n, where God refides, 
 
 That holy, happy place, 
 The new Jerufalem comes down, 
 
 Adorn'd with fhining grace, 
 
 » 
 3. Attending angels fhout for joy, 
 
 And the bright armies fing, 
 " Mortals, behold the facred Seat 
 
 " Of your defcending King ! 
 
 4. " The God of Glory clown to men 
 " Removes his blels'd abode; 
 
 ^ Men ; 
 
( «4 ) 
 
 " Men, the dear objefts of his Grace, 
 " And He the loving God. 
 
 ,5. " His own foft Hand fliall wipe the tears 
 
 " From ey'ry weeping eye; 
 " And pains and groans, and griefs, and fears, 
 
 " And death itfelfihail die." 
 
 6. How long, dear Saviour, O how long ! 
 
 Shall this bright hour delay ? 
 Fly fwiftly round, ye wheels of time, 
 
 And bring the welcome day. 
 
 HYMN LXL 
 
 AJfurances of Heaven : or, a Saint prepard to die] 
 
 [1. TP\E ATH may diffolve my body now, 
 
 jL_J And bear my fpirit home ; 
 Why do my minutes move fo flow, 
 Nor my falvation come ? 
 
 *• With heav'nly weapons I have fought 
 
 The battles of the Lord, 
 FinihYd 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. 
 
 i 
 
 4. Nor 
 
. 
 
 t 85 ) 
 
 Nor hath the King of Grace decreei 
 This Prize for me alone ; 
 But all that love, and long to fee 
 Th' Appearance of his Son. 
 
 5. Jefus, the Lord, fliall guard me fate 
 From ev'ry ill DefiVn ; 
 And to his heav'nly Kingdom take 
 This feeble Soul of mine. 
 
 G. God is my everlafling Aid, 
 And Hell fhall rage in vain ; 
 To Him be higheft Glory paid, 
 And endlefs Praife. Amen. 
 
 HYMN LXII. 
 
 God's tender Care ef his Church. 
 
 1 1VT O W ihall my inward Joys arife, 
 1 l And burft into a Song ; 
 Almighty Love infpires my Heart, 
 And Pleafure tunes my Tongue. 
 
 ± God on his thirfly Sion-Hill 
 
 Some Mercy-Drops has thrown, 
 And folemn Oaths have bound his Love 
 To fhow'r Salvation down. 
 
 5 Why do we then indulge our Fears, 
 Sufpicions and Complaints ? 
 Is he a God, and fhall his Grace 
 Grow weary of his Saints ? 
 
 4 Cau 
 
 H / 
 
( 86 ) 
 
 4 Can a kind Woman e'er forget 
 The Infant of her Womb ; 
 And' mongft a thoufand tender Thoughts 
 Her Suckling have no room ? 
 
 g "Yet, faith the Lord, mould Nature change I 
 " And Mothers Monfters prove, 
 " Sion flill dwells upon the Heart ' 
 
 " Of everlaftine Love. 
 
 6 " Deep on the Palms of both my Hands. 
 " I have engrav'd her Name ; 
 " My Hands mall raife her ruin'd Wails, 
 " And build her broken Frame. " 
 
 H Y M N LXIII. 
 
 Christ Jfsus the Lamb of GoT> i worJhippc$ 
 by all the Creation. 
 
 O M E let us join our chearful Songs 
 With Angels round the Throne ; 
 Ten thoufand thoufand are their Tongues, 
 But all their Joys are one. 
 
 a Worthy the Lamb that dy'd," they cry, 
 ** To be exalted thus :' ; 
 *< Worthy the Lamb/' our Lips reply, 
 For he was (lain for us. 
 
 % Jefus is worthy to receive 
 
 jionour and Pow'r Divine ; 
 
 And 
 
( *7 ) 
 
 Bleffings more than we can give, 
 Be, Lord, forever thine. 
 
 Let all that dwell above the Sky, 
 
 And Air, and Earth, and Seas, 
 
 ire to lift thy Glories high, 
 
 And fpeak thine endlefs Praife: 
 
 The whole Creation join in one, 
 
 To blefs the fa ere d Name 
 Of Him that fits upon the Throne, 
 
 And to adore the Lamb. 
 
 H Y M N LXIV. 
 
 Christ'* Humiliation and Exaltation* 
 
 i T/f 711 A T equal Honours fhall we bring 
 V V TotheeOLoRDour God, theLamb, 
 When all the Notes that Angels fing 
 Are far inferior to thy Name ? 
 
 2 Worthy is He that once was (lain, 
 The Prince of Peace that gron'd and dy r d, 
 Worthy to rife, and live, and reign 
 
 I At his Almighty Father's Side. 
 
 tj Pow'r and Dominion are his Due, 
 Who flood condemn'd at Pilate's B« 
 
 rdom belongs to Jefus too, 
 Tho' he wa$ charg'd with Madneis here, 
 
 4 AU 
 
( 5$ } 
 
 All Riches are his native Right, 
 Yet he fuftain'd amazing Lofs ; 
 To him afcribe eternal Might, 
 Who left his Weaknefs on the Crofs 
 
 j Honour immortal mult be paid, 
 Iriitead of Scandal and of Scorn : 
 While Glory mines around his Head, 
 And a bright Crown without a Thorn. 
 
 6 Blefiings forever on the Lamb, 
 
 Who bore the Curfe for wretched Men 
 Let Angels found his facred Name' 
 And ev'ry Creature fay, Amen. 
 
 H Y M N LXV. 
 
 A Morning Hymn. 
 
 x f^ O D of the Morning, at whofe Voice 
 \JT The chearful Sun makes hafte to rife, 
 And like a Giant doth rejoice 
 To run his Journey thro' the Skies ; 
 
 a From the fair Chambers of the Eaft 
 The Circuit of his Race begins, 
 And without Wearinefs or Reft, 
 Round the whole Earth he flies and fnines : 
 
 3 Oh, like the Sun, may I fulfil 
 Th' appointed Duties of the Day, 
 
 With. 
 
( *9 ) 
 
 With ready Mind and active Will 
 March on and keep my heav'nly Way, 
 
 [4 But I (hall rove and lofe the Race, 
 If God, my Sun, fhould difappear, 
 And leave me in this World's wild Maze,. 
 To follow evWy wand'ring Star.] 
 
 .5 Lord, thy Commands are clean and pure, 
 Enlightning our beclouded Eyes ; 
 Thy Threat nings iuft, thy Pioir ife fure : 
 Thy Gofpel makes the Simple wife. 
 
 6 Give me thy Counfcl for my Guide, 
 And then receive me to thy Blifs ; 
 Ail my Defires and Hopes befide 
 Are faint and cold compared with this, 
 
 HYMN LXVL 
 
 An Evening Hymn. 
 
 1 'THU'S far the Lord has led me on, 
 
 X Thus far his Pow'r prolongs my Days; 
 And ev'ry Ev'ning (hull make known 
 Some frefli Memorial of his Grace* 
 
 2 Much of my Time has run to wafte, 
 And I perhaps am near my Home; 
 But he forgives my Follies paft, 
 
 He gives me Strength for Days to come. 
 
 H r lay 
 
{ 90 ] 
 
 3 I lay my Body down to deep ;' 
 Peace is the Pillow for my Head ';' 
 While well -appointed Angels keep 
 Their watchful Stations round my Bed. 
 
 4 In vain the Sons of Earth or Hell 
 Tell me a thoufand frightful Things ; 
 My God in I ''.-sine dwell 
 Jieneath tflr shadow oi his Wings, 
 
 | : Faith in his Name forbids my Fear : 
 O may thy Prcfence ne'er depart ! 
 And in the Morning make me hear 
 The Love and Kindnefs of thy Heart* 
 
 6 Tims when the Night of Death (hall come-, 
 My Fiefh mall reft beneath the Ground, 
 And wait thy Voice to roufe my Tomb, 
 With fweet Salvation in the Sound.] 
 
 H Y M N LXVII. 
 
 Salvation, Rightioufhefs, and -Strength h 
 Christ. 
 
 E H O V A H (peaks, let Ifr'el hear, 
 Let all the Earth rejoice'and fear, 
 While God's eternal Son proclaims 
 His Sov'reign Honours and his Names : 
 
 2 
 
 I am the Lad, and I the Firir, 
 r £he Saviour-God, and God the Juft 
 
 " There'? 
 
( 9» ) 
 
 I here's none befides pretends to (Tievf 
 
 {i Sach lufiice and Station too. 
 ° 
 
 3" Yc that in Shades of Darl fell, 
 
 fell, 
 " 1 
 
 flit, Life and Heav'n, arc in . 
 
 Name have fVonr, 
 >r ihall the word in vain reti 
 ) me (hall all Things bend the Knee, 
 " And ev'ry Tongue ihall f\v ear to me.] 
 
 , ' ; In me alone fhall Men confefs 
 " Lies all their Strength and Righteoufnefs ; 
 " But fuch as dare cleipife my Name, 
 ' : I'll clothe them with eternal Shame* 
 
 i " In me the Lord, mall all the Seed 
 i ' : Of Ifr'e! from their Sins be freed, 
 •• And by their mining Graces prove 
 li Their Int'reft in my pardoning LoveA 
 
 H Y M N LXVIII. 
 God Holy, Ju/K cind Sovereign. 
 
 HO W (hould the Sons of Adam's Race 
 Be pure before their God L 
 If he contend in Righteoufncfs, 
 ■ fall beneath his Rod. 
 
( 9* ; 
 
 t To vindicate my Words and thought! 
 I'll make no more # Pretence ; 
 Not one of all mythoufand Faults 
 Can bear a jufi Defence. 
 
 3 Strong is his Arm, his Heart is wife ; 
 What vain Prefumers dare 
 Againfl: their Maker's Hand to rife 
 Or tempt th' unequal War ? 
 
 [4 Mountains by his Almighty Wrath 
 From their old Seats are torn; 
 He (hakes the Earth, from South to North, 
 And all her Pillars mourn. 
 
 5 lie bids the Sun forbear to rife ; 
 
 Th' obedient Sun forbears : 
 His Hand with Sackcloth fpreadsthe Skies, 
 And feals up all the Stars. 
 
 6 He walks upon the ftormy Sea; 
 
 Flies on the ftormy Wind ; 
 There's none can trace his wond'rous Way, 
 Or his dark Footfteps find.J 
 
 HYMN LXIX. 
 
 Joys in Heaven for a repenting Sinner, 
 
 1 TI7HO can defcribe the Joys that rife 
 V V' Thro' all the Courts of Paradife, 
 To fee a Prodigal return, 
 To fee an Heir of Glory born, 
 
 2 With 
 
( 93 ) 
 
 2 With Joy the Father doth approve 
 The Fruit of his eternal Love ; 
 
 The Son with Joy looks down and fee* 
 The Purchafe of his Agonies. 
 
 3 The Spirit takes Delight to view 
 TI\q holy Soul he form'd anew ! 
 And Saints and Angels join to fing 
 The growing Empire of their King. 
 
 HYMN LXX. 
 The Beatitudes. 
 
 I i T) Lefs'd are the humble Souls that fee 
 _£3 Their Emptinefs and Povertv : 
 Treafures of Grace to them are giv'n, 
 And Crowns of Joy laid up in Heav'n.l 
 
 [2 BleiYd are the Men of broken Heart, 
 Who mourn for Sin with inward Smart ; 
 The Blood of Christ divinely flows, 
 A healing Balm for all their Woes.] 
 
 [3 Biefs'd are the Meek, who ftand afar 
 From Rage and P?:T;on, Nolle and War; 
 God will fecurc their hspp? State, 
 And plead their Caufe againft the Great.] 
 
 [4 Biefs'd are the Souls that third for Grace, 
 Hunger and long for Righteoufnefs ; 
 They (hall be well fupply'd and fed, 
 With living Streams and living Bread.] 
 
 [ ,5 BlcIVd 
 
( 94 ) 
 
 [5 Blefs'd are the Men whofe Bowels move', 
 And meli with Sympathy and Love; 
 From Chiwst the Lord fhall they obtain- 
 Like Sympathy and Love again.] 
 
 [6 Blefs'd are the Pure, whole Hearts are clean 
 From the defiling Pow'r of Sin ; 
 With endlefs Pleafure they fhall fee 
 A God of fpotlefs Purity!"] 
 
 [y Blefs'd are the Men of peaceful Life, 
 
 Who quench the Coals of growing Strife ; 
 They fhall be call'd the Heirs of Blifs, 
 The Sons of God, the God of Peace.] 
 
 [8 Blefs'd are the SufPrers, who partake 
 Of Pain and Shame for JefuY fake ; 
 Their Souls fhall triumph in the Lord. 
 Glory and Joy are their Reward.] 
 
 H Y M N LXXL 
 
 Death and immediate Glory, 
 
 i nF^ Here is a Hcufe net made with Hands 
 JL Eternal, and on High, 
 And here my Spirit waiting {lands, 
 Till God fhall bid it fly. 
 
 S h or tl y t hi s «Pr i fo n o f m v C 1 a y 
 Mttft be diifolv'd and fall ; ' 
 
 Then, O my Soul, with Joy obex 
 Thy heav'nly Father's Calk 
 
 
( 93 ) 
 
 j Tis lie, by his Almighty Grace, 
 That forms thee St for Heav'n ; 
 And as an Earneft of die Place, 
 Has his own Spirit giv'n. 
 
 4 We 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. 
 
 £ Tis pleafant to believe thy Grace, 
 But we had rather fee ; 
 We would be abfeat from the FleiL, 
 And prefent. Lord, with thee. 
 
 H Y M N LXXII. 
 
 The Braze-i Serpent : or, Looking to Jtfus* 
 
 t Q O did the Hebrew Prophet raife 
 O The brazen Serpent high ; 
 The wounded felt immediate Eafe, . 
 The Camp forbore to die. 
 
 2 " Look upward in the dying Hour, 
 " And live," the Prophet cries, 
 
 But Christ performs a nobler Cure, 
 When Faith lifts up her eyes. 
 
 3 High on the Crofs the Saviour hung, 
 
 High in the Heav'ns he reigns ; 
 Here Sinners, by th' old Serpent flung, 
 
 Look and forget their Pains. 
 
 When 
 
k 96 ) 
 
 4 When God's own Son is lifted up 
 A dying World revives ; 
 The Jew beholds the glorious Hope, 
 Tii' expiring Gentile lives, 
 
 H Y M N LXXIII. 
 
 Believers buried with Christ inBaptifnu 
 
 1 T\ O we not know that folemn Word, 
 JL-^ That we are bury'd with the LORD j | 
 Baptiz'd into his Death, and then 
 Put off the Body of our Sin ? 
 
 at Our Sou^s receive diviner Breath, 
 
 Rais"d from Corruption, Guilt, and Death: 
 So from the Grave did Christ arife, 
 And lives to God above the Skies. 
 
 % No more tet Sin or Satan reign 
 
 'J , o 
 
 Over our mortal Flefli again : 
 The various Lulls we feiVd before, 
 Shall have Dominion now no more. 
 
 HYMN LXXIV. 
 
 The repenting Prodigal. 
 
 1 T> Ehold the Wretch whofe Luftand Wine 
 JO Had wafted his Eftate, 
 Ke begs a Share amongft the Swine, 
 To iafte the Hufk* they eat ! 
 
 2 I die 
 
L 97 J 
 
 11 I die with Hunger here he Cries ; 
 
 " I flarve in foreign Lands ; 
 " My Father's Houfe has large Supplies* 
 
 11 And bounteous are his Hands. 
 
 *' I'll go, and with a mournful Tongus 
 " Fall down before his Face ; 
 
 " Father, I've done thy Juftice wrong, 
 " 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 ran,%nd fell upon his Neck, 
 
 Embf ac'd and kifs'd his Son : 
 
 The Rebel's Heart with Sorrow brake* 
 
 For Follies he had done. 
 i 
 
 " Take off his Clothes of Shame and Sin/' 
 (The Father gives Command) 
 
 " Drefs him in Garments white and clean, 
 " With Rings adorn his Hand, 
 
 " A Day of feafting I ordain ; 
 
 " Let Mirth and Joy abound ; 
 *' Mv Son was dead, and lives again, 
 
 ? Was loft, and now is found." 
 
 H Y M N 
 
( 9§ ) 
 H Y M N LXXV. 
 
 Christ's CompaJJion to the Weak and Tempted. 
 
 1 TI7ITH Joy we meditate the Grace 
 
 V V Of our High Prieft above ; 
 His Heart is made of Tendernefs, 
 His Bowels melt with Love. 
 
 2 Touch'd with a Sympathy within, 
 
 He knows our feeble Frame ; 
 He knows what fore Temptations mean, 
 For he has felt the fame. 
 
 3 But fpotiefs, innocent and pure, 
 
 The great Redeemer flood, 
 While Satan's fiery Darts he be re, 
 And did refifl to Blood. 
 
 4 He in t!?« Days of feeble Flefh 
 
 Pour'd cut his Cries and Tears, 
 AnA in his Meaiure fee!-s afrefh 
 What ev'ry Member bears. 
 
 [5, He'll never quench the fmoking Flax, 
 But raife it to a Flame ; 
 The bruifedReed he never breaks, 
 Nor fcorns the ineancft Name. J 
 
 6 Then let our humble Faith addrefs' 
 His Mercy and his Pow'r, 
 
 We 
 
( 99 ) 
 
 We (hall obtain deliv'ring Grace 
 In the diilrefling Hour. 
 
 HYMN LXXVL 
 
 Charity and Unckaritablenefs. 
 
 1 \J O T difPrent Food nor diff'rent Drefs, 
 X\l Compofe the Kingdom of our Lord; 
 But Peace and Joy and Righteoufnefs, 
 Faith, and Obedience to his Word. 
 
 2 When weaker Chriftians we defpife 
 We do the Gofpel mighty Wrong : 
 For God the Gracious and the Wife, 
 Receives the Feeble with the Strong. 
 
 3 Let Pride and Wrath be banifh'd hence, 
 Meeknefs and Love our Souls purfue • 
 Nor fhall our Practice give Offence 
 
 To Saints, the Gentile or the Jew. 
 
 H Y M N LXXVII. 
 
 The Apojlhs Commijfion. 
 
 i " f^O preach my Gofpe!, faith the Lord, 
 VJT " Bid the whole Earth my Grace 
 * receive : 
 " He fhall be fav'd that frails iry Word ; 
 " Ke fhall be damn'd that won't believe' 
 
 [ 2 « I'll 
 
( ICO ) 
 
 [2 " I'll make your great Commifiion knowrj 
 " And ye mall prove my Gofpel true, 
 " By all the Works that I have done, 
 " By all the Wonders ye (hall do. 
 
 3 " Go heal the Sick, go raife the Dead, 
 " Go call out Devils in my Name ; 
 
 " N@r let my Prophets be afraid, (pheme.] 
 (i Tho' Greeks reproach, and Jews blaf- 
 
 4 H Teach all the Nations my Commands ; 
 " I'm with you till the World fhall end ; 
 '• All Pow'r is trufted in my Hands, 
 
 4 * I can deflroy, and can defend.'' 
 
 j He fpake, and Light fhonc round his Head;: 
 On a bright Cloud to Heav'n he rede : 
 They to the fartheft Nations fpread 
 The Grace of their afcended God. 
 
 HYMN LXXVIII. 
 
 Love and Hatred. 
 
 1 "XT O W by the Bowels of my God, 
 JL^i His fharpDiftrefs, his fore Complaints,, 
 By his lalt Groans, his dying Blood, 
 
 I charge my Soul to love the Saints. 
 
 2 Clamour and Wrath and War be gone, 
 Envy and Spite for ever ceafe ; 
 
 Let bitter Words no more be known 
 Amongft the Saints, the Sons of Peace. 
 
 3, The. 
 
( »« J 
 
 3 The Spirit, like a peaceful Dove, 
 
 Flies from the Realms of Noife and Strife ; 
 Why mould we vex and, grieve hi* Love, 
 Who feals our Souls to heav'nly Life ? 
 
 4 Tender and kind be all our Thoughts; 
 Thro' all our Lives let Mercy run : 
 So God forgives our num'rous Faults, 
 For the dear Sake of Christ his Son> 
 
 H Y M N LXXIX, 
 
 Rolinefs and Grace. 
 
 i O O let our Lips and Lives exprefs 
 O The holy Gofpel we profefs ; 
 So let our Works and Virtues fhine 3 
 To prove the Doctrine all divine. 
 
 2 Thus fhall we beft proclaim abroad 
 The Honours of our Saviour-God ;: 
 When the Salvation reigns within, 
 And Grace fubdues the Pow'r of Sin, 
 
 3 Our Flefh and Senfe mull be deny'd, 
 PafTion and Envy, Luft and Pride ; 
 Whilfljuftice, Temp 'ranee, Truth and Lov*, 
 Our inward Piety approve, 
 
 4 Religion bears our Spirits up, 
 While we expect that bleffed Hope, 
 The bright Appearance of the Lord, 
 And Faith Hands leaning on. his Word, 
 
 I H Y M 
 
( 102 ) 
 
 H Y i\l N LXXX. 
 
 The Love of Christ fled abroad in the Heart. 
 
 i |^Qme r dcareft Lord, defcend and dwell 
 \^> By Faith and Love in ev'ry Breafl ; 
 Then {hall we know, and talle., and fee! 
 The Jovs that cannot be exprefs'd. 
 
 2 Co m e , fi 11 our K e a r ': $ w i th i n w a r d Stre vjglh. 
 Make our enlarged Souls poifefs, 
 
 And learn the Heighth, and Breadtlv and 
 Of thine uiwneafurable Grace. (Length, 
 
 3 Now 4 o the God whofe Pow'r can do 
 More than oor Ttiqughts and Wifhes know, 
 Be evefJaJHng Honours done 
 
 £/ all the Church, thro' Christ his S&i. 
 
 H Y M N LXXXI* 
 77z/f W dm fling and Sealing Spirit* 
 
 i TT7HY fhedd theCiiil-Jrcn of a Kin? 
 V V Go mourning all I g ? 
 
 Great Comforter! defcend and briug 
 Some Tokens of thy Grace. 
 
 2 Doft thou not c t vcj3 in aJl the Saints, 
 
 And feal the Heirs of Keav n ? 
 When wilt thou banifh my Complaints, 
 And Qiew rny Sinsforgiv'n ? 
 
 3 AfTure my Confcience of her Part 
 
 In the Redeemer's Bl 
 And bear thy Witnefs with my Heart, 
 That I am born of God. 
 
 4 Thou 
 
( 10 3 ) 
 
 !| Th - Earncit of Lis Love, 
 
 The Pied re of Joys to come ; 
 
 iy u)ft Wings, cclefiial Dove, 
 Will fafe convey me iiome. 
 
 II Y ' M N LXXXI-. 
 
 I ST and Aaron, taken from Heb. vii and Tx m 
 
 TUSUS, in thee our Eyes behold 
 A tBoufand Glories more 
 Than the rich Gems and polifh'd Gold 
 The Sons of Aaron wore. 
 
 They firft their own Burnt -off' rings brought, 
 
 To purge themfelves from Sin; 
 Thy Life was pure without a Spot, 
 
 And all thy Nature clean. 
 
 3 Frefh Blood, as conftant as the Day, 
 
 Was oc their Altar fpilt ; 
 But thy one Off' ring takes away 
 For ever ail our Guilt. J 
 
 4 Their Prieflhood 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, 
 J Aaron within the Veil appears ' 
 Before the golden Throne. 
 
 6 But Christ by his own pow'rful Blood 
 
 Afcends above the Skies, 
 
 And 
 
I 10-4- ) 
 
 And in the Prefence of our God 
 Shews his own Sacrifice,] 
 
 •7 JESUS, the King of Glory, reigns 
 On Sion's heav'nly Hill ; 
 Looks like a Lamb that has been flain,. 
 1 And w^ars his Prieftkood ftill. 
 
 8 He ever lives to intercede 
 
 Before his father's Face : 
 Give him, my Soul, thy Caufe to plead. 
 Nor doubt the Father's Grace. 
 
 H Y M N LXXXIIL 
 
 Char 'aller s of Christ. 
 
 * /"^l O worfliip at Immanuel's Feet, 
 \jy 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 feme faint Shadows of my Lord ; 
 Nature, to make his Beauties known, 
 Mud mingle Colours not her own.] 
 
 [3 Is he compar'd to Wine or Bread ? 
 
 Dear Lord ! our Souls would thus be fed : 
 That Flefh, 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 Bough, 
 Is David's Root and Offspring too.] 
 
 [ .5 .I* 
 
*°5 ) 
 
 [5 Is he a Rofe ? Not Sharon yick!* 
 Such Fragrancy in all her Fields : 
 Or if the Lilly he affume, 
 The Vallies blefs the rich Perfume.] 
 
 [6 Is he a Vine ? his heav'nly Root 
 
 lies the Boughs with Life and Fruit. 
 O let a lading Union join 
 My Soul to Christ the living Vine !] 
 
 [7 Is he a Head ? Each Member lives, 
 And owns the vital Pow'r he gives; 
 The Saints below and Saints above, 
 Join'd by his Spirit and his Love.] 
 
 [8 Is he a Fountain ? There I bathe, 
 
 And heal the Plague of Sin and Death : 
 
 Thefe Waters all my Soul renew, 
 
 And cleanfe my fpotted Garments too.] 
 
 [9 Is he a Fire ? He'll purge my Drofs : 
 But the true Gold fuftains no Lofs : 
 Like a Refiner {hall he fit, 
 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 Stream* that from him flow 
 Attend us all the Defart thro'.] 
 
 [11 Is he a Way? He leads to Gor, 
 The Path is drawn in Lines of Blood ; 
 There would I walk with Hope and Zeal, 
 'Till I arrive at Sion's Hiil.j 
 
 [12 Is he a Door ? I'll enter in ; 
 
 Behold the Paflures larg-e and green ; 
 
 A 
 
( io6 ) 
 
 A Paradife divinely fair, 
 
 None but the Sheep have Freedom there/] 
 
 [13 Is he denVnd the Corner-Stone, 
 For Men to build their Heav'n upon? 
 J'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'r; 
 And flill to his moft holv Place, 
 Whene'er I pray, I'll turn my Face.] 
 
 [ij Is he a Star ? He breaks the Night, 
 Piercing the Shades with dawning Light ; 
 I know his Glories from afar, 
 I know the bright, the Morning-Star.] 
 
 [16 Is he a Sun ? His Beams are Grace, 
 His Courfe is Joy and Righteoufnefis : 
 Nations rejoice when he appears 
 To chafe their Clouds, and dry their Tears. 
 
 17 O let me climb thofe higher Skies, 
 Where Storms and Darknefs never rife ! 
 There hcdifplays his Pow'rs abroad, 
 
 And mines and reigns th' Incarnate God.] 
 
 18 Nor Earth, nor Seas, nor Sun v nor Stars, 
 Nor Heav'n his full Refembknce bears ; 
 His Beauties we can never trace, 
 
 Till wc behold him Face to Face. 
 
 HYMN 
 
( M7 ) 
 
 H Y M N . LXXXIV. 
 
 The fame as thi c'xlviiith Pfalm. 
 
 l TOINa'l the glorious Names 
 m f Of Wifdoin, 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. 
 
 But, O what gentle Terms, 
 What condefcending Ways 
 Doth our Redeemer ufe 
 To teach his heav'n'y Grace ! 
 
 Mine Eyes with Joy 
 
 And Wonder fee 
 
 What Forms of Love 
 
 He bears for me. 
 
 [3 Array 'd in mortal Flefh, 
 He like an Angel ftands, 
 And holds the Promifes 
 And Pardons in his Hands : 
 
 Commiffion'd from 
 
 His Father's Throne* 
 
 To make his Grace 
 
 To Mortals known.] 
 
 [4 Great Prophet of my God, 
 My Tongue would blefs thy Name; 
 By thee the joyful News 
 Of our Salvation came ; 
 
 The 
 
( io-8 ) 
 
 The joyful News 
 
 Of Si as forgiv 'n, 
 
 Of Hell fubdu'd, 
 
 And Peace with Heav'n.j 
 
 : {5 Be thou my Counsellor, 
 My Pattern, and my Guide ; 
 And thro' this defart Land 
 Still keep me near thy Side. 
 
 O let my Feet 
 
 Ne'er run aftray, 
 
 Nor rove, nor feek 
 
 The crooked Way !] 
 
 [6 I love my Shepherd's Voice, 
 His watchful Eyes mail keep 
 My wand'ring Soul among 
 The Thoufands of his Sheep : 
 
 He feeds his Flock, 
 
 He calls their Names, 
 
 His Bofom bears 
 
 The tender Lambs.] 
 
 [7 To this dear Surety's Hand 
 Will I commit my Caufe ; 
 He anfwers and fulfils 
 His Father's broken Laws. 
 
 Behold my Soul 
 
 At Freedom fet ; 
 
 My Surety paid 
 
 The dreadful Debt. 
 
 [8 Jesus, my great High Priist, 
 Offer'd his Blood and^dy'd ; 
 My guilty Confcienc£ feek* 
 No Sacrifice befide. Hk 
 
r m ) 
 
 . po\/rfui Blood 
 Did once atone ; 
 And now it pleads 
 Before the Throne.] 
 
 9 My Advocate appears 
 For my Defence on high ; 
 The Father bows his Ears, 
 And lavs his Thunder by. 
 Not.all that Hell 
 Or Sin can fay, 
 Shall turn his Heart, 
 , His Love away.j 
 
 f 10 My dear Almighty LORD, 
 " My CONQU ROR and my KING, 
 Thy Scepter, and thy Sword, 
 Thv reigning Grace I fing. 
 Thine is the Pow'r ; 
 Behold I fit 
 In willing Bonds 
 Beneath thy Feet. 
 
 # 
 Fll Now letrny Soul arife, 
 And tread the Tempter down: 
 My Captain leads me forth 
 To Conqueft and a Crown. 
 A feeble Saint 
 Saall win the Day, 
 Trio' Death and Hell 
 ODilru6l the Way .J 
 
 K i2 Should 
 
( *» ) 
 
 ^S Should all the Hofts of Death, 
 And Pow'rs of Hell unknown, 
 Put their moft dreadful Forms 
 Of Rage and Mifchief on, 
 
 Ifhallbefafe; 
 
 For Chrift difplays 
 
 Superior Pow'r 
 
 And guardian Grace. 
 
 HYMN LXXXV, 
 
 1 T E T ev'ry mortal ear attend, 
 1 j And ev'ry heart rejoice, 
 
 The trumpet of the gofpel founds, 
 With an inviting voice. 
 
 2 Come all ye hungry ftarving fouls, 
 
 That feed upon the wind, 
 And vainly ftrive, with earthly toys, 
 To fill an empty mind. 
 
 3 Eternal wifdom has prepar'd 
 
 A foul-reviving feaft ; 
 And bids your longing appetites 
 The rich provifiori tafle. 
 
 4 Ho ! yc that pant fox living ftreams, 
 
 And pine away and die ; 
 Here you may quench your raging tliirft 
 With fprings that never dry. 
 
 5 Rivers of love and mercy here 
 
 In a rich ocean join ; 
 
 Salvation 
 
( 1" ) 
 
 Salvation in abundance flows, 
 Like floods of milk and wine. 
 
 6 Dear God ! the treafures of thy love 
 
 Are everlafting mines; 
 Deep as our helplefs mif Vies are, 
 And boundlels as our fins. 
 
 7 The happy gates of gofpel grace 
 
 Stand open night and day ; 
 Lord, we are come to feek fupplies. 
 And drive our wants away. 
 
 HYMN 
 
 LXXXVI. 
 
 i "XT OW may the Spirit's holy fire $ 
 XN Defcending from above, 
 His waiting family infpire 
 
 With joy, and peace, and love! 
 
 s Thee we the Comforter confefs ; 
 Unlefs thou'rt prefent here ; 
 Our fongs of praife are vain addrefs, 
 We utter heartlefs pray'r. 
 
 g Wake heav'nly wind, arife and come, ■ 
 Biow on the drooping field; 
 Our fpices then fhall breathe perfume, 
 And fragrant incenfe yield. 
 
 4 Touch, with a living coal, the lip 
 That fhall proclaim thy word ; 
 
 Ani 
 
( "2 ) 
 
 And bid each awful hearer keep 
 Attention to the Lord. 
 
 5 Hafren the reftitution-day, 
 
 Which now corruption fhrouds ; 
 New heavens, and new earth difplay, 
 With Jefus in the clouds. 
 
 HYMN LXXXVIL 
 
 i " ' O R D, we come before thee now, 
 & -4 At thy feet we humbly bow : 
 Oh ! do not our fuit difdain, 
 Shall we feek thee, Lord, in vain ? 
 
 2 Lord, on thee our fouls depend, 
 In companion now defcend : 
 
 Fill our hearts with thy rich grace,. 
 Tune our lips to fing thy praife. 
 
 3 In thine own appointed way, 
 Now we feek thee, here we {lay; 
 Lord we know net how to go 
 'Till a bleffing thou bellow. 
 
 4 Send fome meflage from thy word, 
 That may joy and peace afford ; 
 Let thy Spirit now impart 
 
 Full falvation to each heart. 
 
 j Comfort thofe who weep and mourn, 
 Let the time of joy return; 
 
 Thofe 
 
( "i ) 
 
 Thofe that are caft down, lift up, 
 Make them firung intaith and hope! 
 
 6 Grant that all may feek and find 
 Thee a gracious Goa ana kind ; 
 Heal the fick, the captive free, 
 Let us all rejoice in tbee ! 
 
 HYMN LXXXVIII. 
 
 i, T? AT HER, I ftretch my hands to thee^ 
 Jl No other help I know ; 
 If thou withdraw thyfelf from me^ 
 Ah ! whither fhall I go? 
 
 2 What did thine only Son endure, 
 Before I drew my breath? 
 Wh;4t pain, what labour to fecure v 
 My foul from endlefs death ! 
 
 3 O Jefu, could I this believe, 
 
 1 now flould fee! thy pow'r; 
 Nc^ r rry per f< ul tl ( u wcculdu retrieve 
 Nor let me wait one hour. 
 
 4 Author cf faith, to thee \ lift 
 
 My weary, longing- eyes; 
 G let me n^w. receive tl ar giftf 
 My foul wiiLcut it dies! 
 
 HYMN 
 
.( "4 ) 
 H Y M N LXXXIX. 
 
 t T IGHT of thofe whofe dreary dwelling 
 jLj Burners on the {hades of death, 
 Come ! and by thy love's revealing, 
 
 Diflipate the clouds beneath : 
 The new heavn and earth's creator, 
 
 In our deeped darknefs rife ! 
 Scatt'ring all the night of nature, 
 
 Pouring eye-fight on our eyes ! 
 
 •4 Still w»j wait for thine appearing 
 
 Life and joy thy beams impart ; 
 Chafing all our fears, and chearing 
 
 Ev'ry poor benighted heart : 
 Come, and manifeil the favour 
 
 God hath for our ranfom'd race ; 
 Gome, thou univerfal Saviour, 
 
 Come, and.' br ing thy gofpel -grace* 
 
 3 Save rs in thv great companion, 
 
 O thou raild pacific prince ! 
 Give the knowledge of falvation,. 
 
 Give the pardon of cur fins! 
 By thine all-reftorino* merit, 
 
 Ev'ry burthen Yl f:>ul releife, 
 Ev'ry weary, wand Yincr fpir«t 
 
 Guide into thy perfect peace. 
 
 H Y M N XC. 
 
 
 orcl ! to whom for help I call, 
 hy miracles repeat ; 
 
 With* 
 
( *f$ ) 
 
 With pitying eye behold me fall' 
 A 1-per at thy feet. 
 
 2 Loathfome, and foul, and felf abhorr'd^ 
 
 I fink beneath my fin ; 
 But, if thou wilt, a gracious word 
 . Of thine can make me clean. , 
 
 3 Thou feed me deaf to thy commands, 
 
 Open O Lord ! mine ear; 
 Bid me ftretch out my wither'd hands, 
 And lift them up in pray 'r. 
 
 4 Silent ( alas ! thou know'ft how long ! ) 
 
 My voice I cannot raife ; 
 But, O ! when thou (hah loofe my tongue, 
 The dumb fhall fing thy praife. 
 
 j Lame at. the poo! I dill am found}. 
 Give, and my ftreixgth employ ; 
 Li rht as an hart I then (hall bound, 
 The lame fhall le.rp for joy. 
 
 6 Blirrl frt>m my birth to guilt and thec 9 
 A id dark I am within ; 
 The love t>f G >d I cannot fee, 
 Nor finfulneis of fin. 
 
 j But thou, they fay, art pairing by, 
 O let me find luee n>;ar ! 
 J.efus, in mercy hear my cry, 
 Ti:ou fori ot TJaViu, Lear i 
 
 8 Long 
 
( «* ) 
 
 Long have I waited In the way r 
 For thee, the heav'nly light; 
 
 Command me to he brought, and fay, 
 " Sinner, receive thy fight.'* 5 
 
 H Y M N XCI. 
 
 E S U, Redeemer, Saviour, Lord, 
 The weary firmer \s friend : 
 Come to my help, pronounce the word, 
 Bid my corruptions end. 
 
 2 Thou canft oVrcpme th's heart of mine? 
 Thou canfl victorious prove ; 
 For everlaftintr ftrejtgth is thine, 
 And everlafting love. 
 
 g Thv powerful Spirit can fuhdue 
 Unconquerable hn ; 
 Cleatife my foul heart, and make it new. 
 And write thy law within. 
 
 4 Bound drvn with twice ten thoufand ties, 
 
 Yet le-t me hear thy call ; 
 Mv foijl in confidence (hall rife, 
 Shall rife and break thru* .-.U. 
 
 5 Speak, and the deaf fliall hear thy voice,. 
 
 The blind his f'ght receive, 
 The dumb in fengsol pfaiie rejoice, 
 The heart of fione believe 
 
 6Tht . 
 
( "7 ) 
 
 i The ^Ethiop then fhall change Lis £kin, 
 The dead (hall feel thy pow'f; 
 The loathfome leper (hall be clean, 
 And I (hall fin abhor. 
 
 H Y M N XCIL 
 
 i /^\ For an heart to love my God ! . 
 V^/ An Leart from fin fet free ; 
 An heart that always feels the blood, 
 So freely fhed for me ! 
 
 2 An heart refignV, fuBterffiyc, meet, 
 
 My dtc.r Feoecrrers throne ; 
 Where only Chrift is heard to (peak. 
 Where Jefus reigns alone. 
 
 g An humble, lowly, contrite heart, _ 
 Believing, true end clean ; 
 Which neither lite nor death ran part 
 From him that dweilo Within. 
 
 4 An heart in ev'ry thought renew'd, 
 
 And fill'd with love divine : 
 Perfect and right, and pure, and good, 
 A copy, Lord ! of thine. 
 
 5 Thy tender heart is Hill the fame, 
 
 And melts at human woe ; 
 
 ace, O bielfed Lamb . l 
 That I thy lave may hnow. 
 
 6 Tbf 
 
( "8 ) 
 
 6 Thy holy nature Lord ! impart 
 Come quickly from above ; 
 Write thy new name upon my hearty 
 Thy new belt name of Love. 
 
 HYMN XCIII. 
 
 1 /^\ Thou, whofe tender mercy hears 
 V-x Contrition's humble figh ; 
 Whofe hand, indulgent, wipes the tears 
 From forrow's weeping eye. 
 
 5 See ! low before the throne of grace 
 A wretched wand'rer mourn ; 
 Haft thou not bid me feek thy face ? 
 Haft thou not faid, Return ? 
 
 3 And (hall my guilty fears prevail 
 
 To drive me from thy feet ? 
 O let not this dear refuge fail, 
 This only fafe retreat. 
 
 4 Abfent from thee, my guide, my light. 
 
 Without one chearing ray, 
 Thro' dangers, fears, and gloomy night* 
 How defolate my way 
 
 i 
 
 ,5 O fhine on this benighted heart, 
 With beams of mercy fhine ; 
 And let thy healing voice impart 
 A tafte of joys divine. 
 
 Thjr 
 
( "9 ) 
 
 Thy prefence only can bellow 
 Delights which never cfoy ; 
 
 Be this my folace, here below, 
 And my eternal joy. 
 
 H Y M N XCIV. 
 
 ON thee, O God of puritjr, 
 I wait \o' r hallowing grace ; 
 None without hblinefs fhall fee 
 
 The glories of thy face : 
 In fouls unholy, and unclean, 
 
 Thou m j ver canft delight ; 
 Nor (hall they, while unfav'd from fin, 
 Appear bei^re thy fight. 
 
 But as for me, with humble fear, 
 
 I will approach thy gate ; 
 Thou rh moil unworthy to draw near, 
 
 Or in thy courts to wait : 
 I trufl in thine unbounded grace, 
 
 To all fo freely dv'n ; 
 And worihip t'ward thy holy place, 
 
 And lift my foul to heav'n. 
 
 3 Lead me in all thy righteous ways, 
 Nor fuffer me to Aide ; 
 Point out the path before my face, 
 
 My God be thou my .guide ! 
 O may I ne'er to evil yield, 
 
 Defended 'rom above, 
 And kept, and cover'd with the fhield 
 £>i thine Almighty love. 
 
 HYMN 
 
( *fc ) 
 
 H Y M N XCV. 
 
 'HE one thing needful,- that good part, 
 Winch M iry chafe with all her heart, 
 I would purfue with heart and mind, 
 And fcek uiiweary'd till I find. 
 
 2 But, oh? I'm blind and ignorant, 
 The Spirit of the Lord I want; 
 To guide me in the narrow road, 
 That leads to happinejfs and God. 
 
 g O Lord, my God, to thee I pray, 
 Teach me to know, and find the way 
 How I may have my fins forgiv'n, 
 Andfafe, and furely get to heav'n. 
 
 4 My mind enlighten with thy light, 
 That I may underhand aright 
 The glorious gofpel-rnyftery, 
 Which ihevvs the way to heav'n and thee* 
 
 ^ Hidden in Chrift the f reafure lie?, 
 That goodly pearl of (o great price ; 
 No other way but Chrilt, there is 
 To endle'fs happinefs and blifs. 
 
 6 O Tefus Chrift, my Lord and Got!, 
 W \o haft redeem'd me by thy blood; 
 Unite my heart fo fail to thee, 
 Tnat we may never parted be. 
 
 H Y M M 
 
( 1*1 ) 
 
 HYMN XCVL 
 
 A Si 
 
 nncr s r rarer, 
 
 aye 
 
 i f~\ My Lord, What mull I do? 
 V^/ Only thou the way canft (hew •; 
 Thou canft fave me in this hour, ; 
 I have neither will nor pow'r : 
 God if over all thou art, 
 Greater than the finful heart ; 
 Let it now on me be fhown, 
 Take away the heart of ftone. 
 
 ± Take away my darling fin, 
 Make me willing to be clean ; 
 Make me willing to receive 
 What thy goodnefs waits to give : 
 Force me, Lord, with all to park, 
 Tear all idols from my heart ; 
 Let thy pow'r on me be fhown, 
 Take away the heart of ftone. 
 
 3 Jefu, mighty to renew, 
 
 Work in me, to will and do ; 
 Turn my nature's rapid tide, 
 Stem the torrent of my pride, 
 Stop the whirlwind of my will, 
 Bid corruptions, Lord, be Hill; 
 Now thy love almighty fhew, 
 Make e'er, me a creature jiqw- 
 
 Arm 
 
( 122 ) 
 
 4 Arm of God, thy ftrengthput on, 
 Bow the heavens, and come down ; . 
 All mine unbelief o'erthrow, 
 Lay th' afpiring mountain low ; 
 Conquer thy worft foe in me, 
 Get thyfelf the victory, 
 Save the vileft of the race, 
 Force me to be fav'd by grace. 
 
 HYMN XCVII. 
 
 To Jefus Chrift. 
 
 l /^ O M E, let us all unite to praife 
 V_y The Saviour of mankind, 
 Our thankful hearts in folemn lays, 
 Be with our voices join'd. 
 
 % But how (hall duft his worth declare, 
 When angels try in vain; 
 Their faces veil when they appear 
 Before the fon of man. 
 
 3 O Lord, we cannot filent be, 
 By love we are conftrain'd 
 To offer our bell thanks to thee,— 
 Our Saviour, and our friend ! 
 
 a Tho' feeble are our belt effays, 
 Thy love will not defpife ; 
 Our grateful fongs of humble praifc. 
 Our well-meant facriftce^ 
 
 $ Let 
 
o 
 
 ( 12 3 ) 
 
 Let ev'iy tongue thygoodnefs mow, 
 
 And fpread abroad thy fame; 
 Let ev'ry heart with praife o'erflow, 
 
 And blefs thy facred name ! 
 
 6 Worfhip and honour, thanks and love, 
 Be to our Jefus giv'n ! 
 By men below,-- by hofls above- 
 By all in earth and heav'n ! 
 
 HYMN XCVIIL 
 
 Redeeming , Love.- 
 
 ,1 "VT O W begin the heav'nly theme, 
 Jl\ Sing aloud in Jefu's name ;, 
 Ye, who Jefu's kindnefs prove, 
 Triumph in redeeming love. 
 
 2 Ye, who fee the Father's grace, 
 Beaming in the Saviour's face ; 
 As to Canaan on ye move, 
 Praife and blefs- redeeming love. 
 
 3 Mourning fouls dry up your tears, 
 Banifh all your guilty fears ; 
 
 See your guilt and curfe remove, 
 Cancell'd by redeeming love. 
 
 4 Ye, alas ! who long have been 
 Willing Haves of death and fin ; 
 Now from blifs no longer rove, 
 Stop— -and tafle redeeming love. 
 
 5 Welcome 
 
( in ) 
 
 5 Welcome all by fin oppreft, 
 Welcome ail to Jefus Chrift ; 
 Nothing brought him from above,. 
 Nothing but redeeming love. 
 
 6 He fubdu'd th' infernal pow'rs, 
 
 His tremendous foes and ours, 
 From their cur fed empire drove, 
 Mighty in redeeming love. 
 
 7 Hither then your mufic bring, 
 Strike aloud each joyful firing ; 
 Mortals join the hofts above, 
 Join to praife redeeming love. 
 
 H Y M N XCIX, 
 
 1 ILT'E fervants of God, 
 
 X Your matter proclaim : 
 And publifh abroad 
 His wonderful name : 
 The name all-vi&orious 
 
 Of Jefus extol ; 
 His kingdom is glorious, 
 And rules over all. 
 
 2 God ruleth on high, 
 
 Almighty to fave ; 
 And ftill he is nigh, 
 
 His prefence we have : 
 The great congregation 
 
 His triumph fhall fing, 
 
 Afcribing 
 
.( i*5 ) 
 
 Alcribing falvation 
 To Jefus our king. 
 
 Salvation to God, * ■ 
 
 Who fits on the throne ; 
 Let all cry aloud, 
 
 And honour the fon : 
 Our Jefus's praifes 
 
 The angels proclaim, 
 fall down on their faces, 
 
 And worfhip the Lamb/ 
 
 Then let us adore, 
 
 And give him his right ; 
 All glory and pow'r, 
 
 And wifdom and might; 
 All honour and blelTing, 
 
 With angels above ; 
 And thanks never ceafing, 
 
 And infinite love. 
 
 HYMN C,. 
 
 Te Deum* 
 
 HO W can we adore, 
 Or worthily praife, 
 Thy goodnefs and pow'r, 
 
 Thou God of all grace ! 
 With honour and bleffing 
 
 Before theeweiall, 
 
 Molt gladly conferTing 
 
 Thee Father of all. 
 
 2 The 
 
( «tf ) 
 
 The heavens and earth, 
 
 And water and air, 
 To thee owe their birth, 
 
 Subfift by thy care ; 
 While angels are finging 
 
 Thy praifes above. 
 We mortals are bringing 
 
 Our tribute of love. 
 
 Thou Saviour, art one' 
 With God the fupreme ;- 
 
 His eternal fon, 
 
 And equal with him : 
 I p veiled with glory, 
 
 On high deft tbou ft, 
 While, angels adore thee, 
 
 A/.d bov^ at thy feet. 
 
 How greit was thy love ! 
 
 How wondrous thy grace \ 
 Thoivcani'it from above, 
 
 To fave a loft race ; 
 And man to deliver, . 
 
 Of woman was born. 
 That ev'rv believer 
 
 To Cod might rctunv 
 
 How foon will thy feat 
 Of judgment appear ! 
 i Prepare us to meet, 
 
 And welcome thee there ! * 
 
 Thy vvitnefling Spirit. 
 
( «7 ) 
 
 In us (bed abroad ; 
 And bid us inherit 
 
 The kingdom of God ! 
 
 H Y M N 
 
 cr 
 
 Chrijl our Rightcoufhejs. 
 
 a, TES U, thy blood and righteoiifnefV, 
 ; My beauty are, my glorious drefs ; 
 'M Ml flaming worlds in thefe array ; d, 
 With joy (hail I lift up my head. 
 
 ± When from the dull of death I r'Te,. 
 To c T a ; m mymanfion in the ikies; 
 E'en then fhali this t e.all my plea, 
 " Jefu&hath liv'd, haih dy'd formed 
 
 3 Bold mail I ftand in that great day, 
 For Wi)o ought to my charge ihdll lay ? 
 Fully thro' thefe abfolv'd I am 
 
 From fin emu tear, from guilt and fhame, 
 
 4 Thns Abraham^ the friend of God, 
 Thus all the armies bought with blood,. 
 Satviour of finners thee proclaim , 
 Sinners, of whom the chief I am. 
 
 £ This fpotlefs roHfe the fame appears, 
 When ruiri'd nature (inks in years ; 
 No age can change its glorious hue, 
 The .race oi Ciirill is ever new. 
 
 fi.O; 
 
( «8 ) 
 
 6 O Jefu Chrifti all praife to Thee, 
 That thou a man vouch fai'd to be ; 
 
 , And for each Soul, which thou haft made. 
 Hail an eternal Raiifom paid. 
 
 7 I do believe if finners Race 
 
 Ten thoufand times more numerous was ; 
 .Yet ftill the Devil had his full, 
 : Tis without right lie keeps one foul. 
 
 & Ah, give to all thy fervants, Lord,, 
 
 With pow'r to (peak thy quick'ning word,. 
 That all who to thy wounds will flee, 
 May find eternal life in Thee. 
 
 # 
 
 9 Thou God of might, thou God of lovc v . 
 Let all the world thy mercy prove; 
 Now let thy word o'er all prevail, 
 Now take the fpoils of death and hell. - 
 
 to O let the dead now hear thy voice ; 
 Now bid thy baniih'd ones rejoice; 
 Their beauty this, their glorious drefs, 
 Jefus, the Lord our Righteousness. 
 
 HYMN 
 
 CIL 
 
 Striving to praife Chrifl. 
 
 i ■ T E T us, the, fheep by Jefus nam'd, 
 1 j Our flhepherd's mercy blefs ; 
 Let us, whom Jefus hath fedeem'd 
 
 Shew forth our thankfulnefs. 
 
 2 Not 
 
( 12 9 ) 
 
 2 Not unto us, to thee alone. 
 
 Be praife and glory giv'n; 
 Here (hall thy praifes be begin*. 
 But carry 'd oh in heaV'ii. 
 
 3 The holts of fpirits now with thee, 
 
 Eternal anthems fing ; 
 To imitate them here, lo ! we 
 Our hallelujahs bring. 
 
 4 Had we our tongues like them infpir'd, 
 
 Like theirs our fongs fhould rife ; 
 Like them we never fhould be tir'd, 
 But love the facrifice. 
 
 ^ 'Till we this veil of flefh lay down, 
 Accept our weaker lays ; 
 And when, O Lord, we reach thy throne, 
 Well join in nobler praife, 
 
 h y m n cm. ; 
 
 Reft in* under the Crqjs. 
 
 i /^IHiMren of Ifrael fee what (hade* 
 ^L>* The crofs does us afford ; 
 It was for wear)- travellers made, 
 We thank thee for it, Lord. 
 
 t Here let us fit, and all prepare 
 To fing his worthy fame ; 
 Who to redeem us fojourn'd here, 
 Chrift Jefus is his name. 
 
( 130 ) 
 
 3 We fmg thy fuSP rings, wounds and bloody 
 
 Trie virtue of thy pain : 
 We fing thy griefs, thou Son of God, 
 Thou Lamb for finners flain. 
 
 4 We hail thee, thou by Jews revil'd, 
 
 To thee we bow the knee ; 
 Hail ! very God, the promis'd child, 
 The prophets fang of thee. 
 
 $ While others praife an unknown God, 
 We each will fing of thee ; 
 " Jefus has wafb/d me in his. blood, 
 And liv'd, and dy'd for me." 
 
 H Y M N CIV. 
 
 o 
 
 Come, wafh us in thy cleanfing blood ! 
 Give us to know thy love, then pain 
 Is fweet, and life or death is gain. 
 
 2 Take our poor hearts, and let them be 
 For ever clos'd to all but thee ; ■ 
 Seal thou our breafts, and let us wear 
 That pledge of love for ever there. 
 
 3 How can it be thou heav'nly king, 
 That thou fhould man to glory bring ! 
 Make (laves the partners of thy throne, 
 AriS give them an immortal crown ! 
 
 4 Ah, Lord! enlarge our fcanty thought ; 
 To know the wonders thou haft wrought; 
 
 Unloofe: 
 
( >3* ) 
 
 Unloofe our ftamm'ring tongues to tell 
 Thy love immenfe, unfearchabie. 
 
 ^ Firft-born of many brethren, thou, 
 To thee both earth and heav'n mull bow 
 Help us to thee our all to give, 
 Thine may we die, thine may we live ! 
 
 HYMN CV. 
 
 DIfciples of Chrift, 
 Ye friends of the Lamb ; 
 Attend, and affift 
 
 In finging his fame : 
 Eternal thankfgiving - 
 
 The faithful mould pay, 
 The living, the living, 
 As we do this day. 
 
 A body of clay 
 
 He humbly put on, 
 And then took away 
 
 The fin we had done ; 
 And in it endured 
 
 The wrath to us due, 
 The curfe we incurred, 
 
 Our ftripes and our woe. 
 
 Not only he dy'd, 
 
 Rul alfo arofe ; 
 Laid ^kncfs afide, 
 
 And over his foes, 
 
 (Sin 
 
C *3* ) 
 
 (Sin, death and the devil,) 
 He triumph'd, and o'er 
 This world, and all evil, 
 Dominion and pow'r. 
 
 I O merciful Lamb, 
 
 Who fits on the throne, 
 We bow at thy name, 
 
 Thee Saviour we own, 
 Deferving our bleffing, 
 
 And bleffing we'll give, 
 Without ever ceafing, 
 
 So long as we live. 
 
 H Y M N CVL 
 
 An happy moment. 
 
 SAvioar, I do fee! thy merit, 
 Sprinkled with redeeming blood ; 
 And my weary troubled fpirit 
 
 Now finds reft in thee, my God : 
 I am fafe, and I am happy, 
 
 While in thv dear arms I lie ; 
 Sin and fatan cannot hurt me, 
 When the Saviour is fo nigh. 
 
 Now I'll fingof Jefu's merit, 
 
 Tell the world of his dear name ; 
 That if any want his Spirit, 
 
 He is Hill the very fame : 
 He that afketh, foon receiveth, 
 
 He that feeks Is fure to find ; 
 Come, for whofoe'er believeth, 
 
 lie will never caft behind. 3 New 
 
( *33 ) 
 
 •3 Now our advocate is pleading 
 
 With his Father, and our God ; 
 Now for us he's interceeding, 
 
 As the purchafe of his blood : 
 Now methinks I hear him praying, 
 
 Father, fave them, I have dy'd ; 
 And the Father, anfwers, faying, 
 
 They are freely juftify'd. 
 
 HYMN CVII." 
 
 Adoring Chrijl. 
 
 1 /^\ For a thou fan d tongues to fing, . 
 V^/ My dear Redeemer's praife ! 
 The glories of my God and king, 
 
 The triumphs of his grace. 
 
 2 Jefus, the name that charms our fears,. 
 
 That bids our forrows ceafe ; 
 'Tis mufic in the finner's ears, 
 ; Tis life, and health, and peace. 
 
 $ He breaks the pow'r of cancel'd fin, 
 He fets the pris'ners free ; 
 His blood can make the foulefl: clean, 
 His blood avail'd for me. 
 
 4 He fpeaks, and lift'ning to his voice, 
 New life the dead receive ; 
 The mournful, broken hearts rejoice, 
 The humble poor believe. 
 
 Hear 
 
( *34 ) 
 
 ^Hear him, ye deaf ; his praife, ye dumb, 
 Your loofen'd tongues employ ; 
 Ye blind, behold your Saviour come, 
 And leap, ye lame, for joy. 
 
 HYMN CXI. 
 
 Praife to the Redeemer-. 
 
 1 TJLung'd in a gulph of dark defpair, 
 X We wretched finners lay, 
 Without one cheering beam of hope, 
 
 Or fpark of glirnm'ring day. 
 
 2 With pitying eyes the prince of grace 
 
 Beheld our helplefs grief; 
 He faw, and ( O amazing love ! ) 
 He ran to our relief. 
 
 3 Down from the fhining feats above, 
 
 With joyful hafte he fled ; 
 Enter'd the grave in mortal flefh, 
 And dwelt among the dead, 
 
 4 Oh ! fortius love, let rocks and hills 
 
 Their lafting filence break ; 
 And all harmonious human tongues 
 The Saviour's praifes fpeak. 
 
 5 Angels afiift our mighty joys, 
 
 Strike all your harps of gold ; 
 But when you raife your higheft notes, 
 His love can ne'er be told. 
 
 HYMN 
 
( *35 ) 
 
 HYMN CXIL 
 
 Human Wcaknefs owned. 
 
 i \f Y Lord, how greats the favour! 
 iVJL That I a firmer poor, 
 Can thro' thy blood's fweet favour 
 
 Approach thy mercy's door : 
 And find an open pafiage 
 
 Unto the throne of grace ; 
 There wait the welcome meffage, 
 
 That bids me go in peace. 
 
 • Lord, I'm an helplefs creature, 
 
 Full of the deepeft need, 
 Throughout defil'd by nature 
 
 Stupid, and inly dead : 
 My flrength is perfect weaknefs, 
 
 And all I have is fin ; 
 My heart is all uncleannefs, 
 
 A den of thieves within.^ 
 
 3 In this forlorn condition, 
 
 Who fhall afford me aid ? 
 Where fhall I find companion 
 
 But in the church's head ? 
 Jefus, thou art all pity, 
 
 O take me to thine arms, 
 And exercife thy mercy, 
 
 To fave me from all harms. 
 
 4 rn 
 
( # ) 
 
 4 I'll never ceafe repeating 
 
 My numbertefs complaints ; 
 But ever be entreating 
 
 The glorious king of faints, 
 'Till 1 attain the image 
 
 Of him I inly love ; 
 And pay my grateful homage 
 
 With all the faints above. 
 
 5 Then I, with all in glory, 
 
 Will thankfully relate 
 Th'amazing, pleafmg flory 
 
 Of Jefu's love fo great ; 
 In this bleft contemplation 
 
 I ever mail be well ; 
 And prove fuch confolation., 
 
 As none below can tell. 
 
 HYMN CX. 
 
 Judgment. 
 
 PRESS'D my foul with future profpefl^ 
 Sing creation's difmal end 
 Long foretold by facred prophets, 
 Holy mufe thy fuccours lend, 
 Say what horror what confufion ! 
 Will each finful heart difmay ; 
 What diftrefles, tortures, anguifh 
 Reign in that tremenduous day ? 
 
 Rumbling thunders, forky lightnings 
 Ghaftly glaring thwart the gloom ; 
 
 Nature 
 
( *37 ) 
 
 Nature, fhaking to her center, 
 Groans, prophetic of her doom. 
 Cliffy rocks and lofty mountains 
 Oe'r their trembling bafes rock ; 
 While earth yawns in dreadful chafms, 
 With each ftrong repeated fhock. 
 
 Seas, with horrid palpitation, 
 
 Ravage round their frighten'd fliores ; 
 
 Bluft'ring wind with frantic fury, 
 
 Through each ruin'd fabric roars. 
 
 The fun's bright orb is veil'd in facklothj 
 
 Stripp'd of all his fparkling beams ; 
 
 The moon has drop'd her filver radiance* 
 
 And diffolves in purple ftreams. 
 
 Stars, of late, divinely brilliant, 
 Studding Night's cimmerian robe ; 
 Hurl'd in darknefs from their orbits, 
 Each a darken'd, ruin'd globe. 
 Hark ! the martial trumpet founding,. 
 Rends in twain the cryftal fky ; 
 Vengeance blazing lights the concave 
 Of profound eternity. 
 
 See the fov'reign aether furling; 
 Nobler fcenes falute mine eyes; 
 Heav'n in folemn pomp defcending, 
 Grimfon banners drefs the fkies, 
 Gn the arched, ftriped rainbow 
 Sits enthron'd th' eternal God ; 
 Myriads of celeftial warriors 
 Round hira wait his awful nocfc G* 
 
( '38 ) 
 
 Go, he cries, ye winged heralds, 
 
 Bring my faints from evVy wind ; 
 
 Thofe my blood from death hath ranfom'd, 
 
 Thofe in life's fair volume penn'd. 
 
 Strait a holy troop obfequious, 
 
 Swift as lightning fkimm'd along ; 
 
 And from ev'ry grave collecting 
 
 Jefuf's dear redeemed throng. 
 
 Death no more with livid afpecl, 
 Spurs his fallow fieed to flay ; 
 Now the rav'nous foe dilgorges 
 AH his long imprifon'd prey : 
 Rous'd from tombs each wicked rifes, 
 By the trumpet's thrilling found ; 
 Round they ftare with wild amazement, 
 Wond'ring at the fcene profound. 
 
 Fill'd with horror, dread and anguiffi, 
 Rocks and mountains they implore, 
 To fall and crufli them out of being ; 
 Wifhing now to be no more. 
 Hark ! the herald calls to judgment; 
 Juftice draws the glitt'ring fword ; 
 Lightning glances from his afpeft ; 
 Thunders'' clothe his awful word. 
 
 Go ye curfed fill'd with vengeance, 
 Nor for peace my name invoke ; 
 Ye who "once defpis'd my mercy, 
 And my fury dare provoke, 
 Go to pits of burning Sulphur, 
 
 Ever 
 
f *39 ) 
 
 Ever banihVd from my reii ; 
 Where the foul's eternal larum, 
 Ceafelefs beats your pulfive breaft. 
 
 nis ire, 
 ind wrapp'd the earth and feas in liquid fire; 
 fell groan'd, hell groan'd, and heav'n afcended 
 
 He fpoke, he fpoke ; and from his vifage flafli'd 
 
 his ire, 
 Anc 
 
 Hell groan'd, hell gro^ 
 
 with a fong, 
 And the eternal ages rol!,d along. 
 Hell groai'd hell groan'd and heav'n afcended 
 
 with a fong. 
 And the eternal ases roii'd along. 
 
 H 
 
 Y M N 
 Another. 
 
 cxi. 
 
 O ! he cometh, countlefs trumpets 
 Bl )w before the bloody fign ; 
 M lfi tea thoufaad faints and angels, 
 See the crucified mine. 
 
 Hallelujah ! hallelujah ! hallelujah ! 
 Welcome, welcome, bleeding Lamb ! 
 
 Now his merit, by the harpers, 
 
 Thro'th' eternal deep refounds ; 
 Now refplendent fhine his nail-prints, 
 Ev'ry eye {hall fee his wounds : 
 They who piere'd him, they who 
 piere'd him, they who piere'd him, 
 Shall at his appearance wail. 
 
 3 Ev ' r y 
 
f 140 ) 
 
 3 Ev r ry ifland, fea, and mountain, 
 
 Heav'n and earth fhall flee away \ 
 All who hate him, muft, afhamed, 
 Hear the trump proclaim the day : 
 Come to judgment, come to judg* 
 ment, come to judgment, 
 Stand before the Son of man. 
 
 4 Saints who love him, view his glorjr 
 
 Shining in his bruifed face, 
 His dear perfon on the rainbow, 
 Now his peoples head (hall raife : 
 Happy mourners, happy mournersy 
 happy mourners, 
 Lo ! in clouds he comes, he comes 1 
 
 f Now redemption, long expected, 
 See in folemn pomp appear ; 
 All his people once rejefted, 
 Now fhall meet him in the air : 
 
 Hallelujah ! hallelujah ! hallelujah ! 
 Now the promis'd kingdom's come.. 
 
 6 View him fmiling, now determin'dj 
 Ev'ry evil to deftroy ; 
 All the nations now fhall fing him 
 Songs of everlafiing joy : 
 
 O come quickly, O come quickly, 
 O come quickly, 
 Hallelujah! come, Lord, come. 
 
 H Y M tt 
 
( Mi ) 
 
 HYMN CXII. 
 
 God the. only Rtfugt in Trouble. 
 
 |EAR. Refuge of my weary foal, 
 On thee when forrows rife ; 
 On thee, when waves of trouble roll, 
 My; fainting hope relics. 
 
 2 While hope revives, tho' prefs'd with fears. 
 
 And I can fay," My God," 
 Beneath thy .feet I fpread my cares, 
 And pour my woes abroach 
 
 3 To thee I tell each rifing grief, 
 
 For thou alone canlt heal ; 
 Thy word can bring a fweet relief, 
 For ev'ry pain I feci. 
 
 4 But oh ! when gloomy doubts prevail 
 
 I fear to call thee mine ; 
 The fprings of comfort feem to fail, ^ 
 And all my hopes decline. 
 
 5 Yet gracious God, where mall I flee ? 
 
 Thou art my only trull ; 
 And ilill my foul wou'd cleave to thee, 
 Tho' proflrate in the duft. 
 
 6 Hail thou not bid me feek thy face ? 
 And (hall I feek in vain ? 
 
 And 
 
{ M* ) 
 
 And can the ear of fov'reign grace 
 Be deaf when I complain ? ' 
 
 7 No, (till the ear of fov'reign grace 
 
 Attends the mourner's prayer ; 
 O may I ever find accefs, 
 
 To breathe my forrows there, 
 
 8 Thy mercy-feat is open ftill ; 
 
 Here let my foul retreat, 
 With humble hope attend thy will, 
 And wait beneath thy feet. 
 
 HYMN CXIIL 
 
 Longing After Chrifl. 
 
 1 r T ,, HOU fhepherd of Ifrael, and mine, 
 
 JL The joy, and defire of my heart ; 
 For clofer communion I pine, 
 
 I long to re fide where thou art : 
 The pafture I languifh to find, 
 
 Where all, who their fhepherd obey, 
 Are fed, on thy bofom reclin'd, 
 
 Are fcreea'd from the heat of the day. 
 
 2 Ah ! fhew me that happieft place, 
 
 That place of thy people*'s abode ; 
 Where faints in an extacy gaze, 
 
 And hang on a crucify J d God : 
 Thy love for a fmner declare, 
 
 Thy 
 
 i 
 
( M3 ) 
 
 Thy paffion and death on the tree ; 
 My fpirit to Calvary bear, 
 
 To fuffer, and triumph with thee. 
 
 'Tis there with the lambs of thy flock, 
 
 There only I covet to reft ; 
 To lie at the foot of the rock, 
 
 Or rife to be hid in thy breafl ; 
 'Tis there I wou'd always abide, 
 
 And never a moment depart, 
 Conceal'd in the cleft of thy fide, 
 
 Eternally held in thine heart. 
 
 HYMN CXIV. 
 
 Chri/l Withdrawn* 
 
 i (~*\ What fhall I do to retrieve 
 
 \^J The love for a feafon beftow'd ; 
 J Tis better to die than to live 
 
 Exil'd from the prefence of God : 
 With forrow diftrafted and doubt, 
 
 With palpable horror oppreft, 
 The city I wander about, 
 
 And feek my repofe in his breafl. 
 
 £ Ye watchmen of Ifrael, declare 
 
 If ye my beloved have feen, 
 And point to that heav'nly fair, 
 
 Surpafling the children of men : 
 My lover and lord from above, 
 
 Who 
 
( Hi ) 
 
 \\ ho only can quiet my pain, 
 Whom only I languifh to love, 
 O where ftiall I find him again ? 
 
 3 Tfhe joy and defire of mine eyes., 
 
 The end of my forrow and woe; 
 My hope, and my heav'nly prize, 
 
 My height of ambition below : 
 Once more if he (hew me his face, 
 
 He never again (hall depart, 
 Detain'd in my clofeft embrace, 
 
 Conceai'd in the depth of my heart. 
 
 H\ Y M N CXV. 
 
 The Pilgrim s Song.. 
 
 1 /^1 Hildren of the heav'nly king, 
 \_y As ye journey fweetly fing. 
 Sing your Saviour's worthy praife, 
 Glorious in his works and ways! 
 
 2 Ye are trav'ling home to God, 
 In the way the fathers trod : 
 They are happy now, and ye 
 Soon their happinefs (hall fee, 
 
 2 O ye hanifh'd feed bq. glad! 
 Chrift our advocate is made; 
 Us to fave our flelh a (fumes, 
 Brother to our fouls becomes. 
 
 Shout 
 
\ 
 
 ( M5 J 
 
 4 Shout ye little flock and bleft. 
 You on Tefu's throne fhall reft, 
 There your feat is now prepar d, 
 There your kingdom, and reward. 
 
 ■ 
 
 5 Fear not brethren joyful ftand 
 On the borders of your land; 
 Jefus Chrift, your father's fon, 
 Bids you joyfully come on. 
 
 ¥ 
 
 6 Lord, obediently we'll go, , 
 Gladly leaving all below; 
 
 Only thou our leader be, 
 And we ftill will follow thee ! 
 
 HYMN CXVL 
 
 Ablejfed Go/pel. 
 
 l T5 LEST are the fouls that hear and know 
 JL3 The gofpel's joyful found ; 
 Peace fliall attend the path they go, 
 And light their fteps furround. 
 
 % Their joy fhall bear their fpirits up, 
 Thro' their Redeemer's name ; 
 His righteoufnefs exalts their hope, 
 Nor Satan dares condemn. 
 
 % The Lord our glory and defence, 
 Strength, and falvation gives ; 
 
 N . ' Ifrael 
 
( *46 ) 
 
 Ifrael, thy king for ever reigns. 
 Thy God for ever lives. 
 
 HYMN CXVII. 
 
 1 iO RACE ! 'tis a charming found, 
 \JT Harmonious to the ear ! 
 
 Heav'n with the echo fhall refound, 
 And all the earth fhall hear. 
 
 2 Grace firft contriv'd a way 
 To fave rebellious man ; 
 
 And all the fteps, that grace difplay, 
 Which drew the wondrous plan. 
 
 3 Grace taught my roving feet 
 To tread the heav'nly road ; 
 
 And new fup plies each hour I meet, 
 While prefTing on to God. 
 
 4 Grace all the work fhall crown, 
 Thro' everlafling days, 
 
 It lays in heav'n the topmofl flone; 
 And well deferves the praife. 
 
 HYMN CXVIII. 
 
 COME, defcend, O heav'nly Spirit, 
 Fan each fpark into a flame, 
 Bleffings let us now inherit, 
 Bleflings that we cannot name 
 
 Whilft 
 
( H7 ) 
 
 Whilft hofannas we are finging, 
 May our hearts in rapture move, 
 
 Feel new grace in them ftill ipringingj 
 Breathe the air of purelt love. 
 
 % Let us fail in grace's ocean 
 
 Float on that unbounded fea, 
 Guided into pure devotion, 
 
 Kept from paths of error free : 
 On thy heav'nly manna feeding, 
 
 Screen'd from every envious foe ; 
 Love, O love for finners bleeding 
 
 All for thee we would forego. 
 
 3 Keep us, Lord flill in communion, 
 
 Daily nearer drawn to thee ; 
 Sinking in the fweeteft union 
 
 Of that heart-felt myftery : 
 Keep us fafe from each delufion, 
 
 Well protected from all harms ; 
 Free from fin and all confufion, 
 
 Circle us within thy arms. 
 
 HYMN CXIX. 
 
 Rejoice evermore. 
 
 x ~Y% EJOICE evermore 
 J\. With Angels above, 
 In Jefus's powY, 
 
 In Jefus's love ; 
 With glad exultation 
 
 Your triumph proclaim, 
 
 Afcribing 
 
( 148 ; 
 
 Afcribing falvaiion 
 
 To God, and the Lamb. 
 
 Thou, Lord, our relief 
 
 In trouble haft been, 
 Haft fav'd us from grief, 
 
 Haft fav'd us from fin, 
 The pow'r of thy fpirit 
 
 Can fet our hearts free .: 
 And we fha!l inherit 
 
 All fulnefs in thee. 
 
 All fulnefs of peace, 
 
 All fulnefs of joy, 
 And fpiritual blifs 
 
 That never can cloy, 
 To us it is given 
 
 In Jefus to know, 
 A kingdom of heaven, 
 
 A heaven below. 
 
 No longer we join 
 • Where finners invite, 
 Nor envy the fwine 
 
 Their brutifh delight ; 
 Their joy is all fadnefs, 
 
 Their mirth is all vain, 
 Their laughter is madnefs, 
 
 Their pleafure is pain. 
 
 5 O may 
 
( 149 ) 
 
 O may they at laft 
 
 With forrow return, 
 The pleafure to tafte, 
 
 For which they were born ! 
 Our Jefus receiving, 
 
 Our happinefs prove, 
 
 The joy of believing, 
 
 The heaven of love. 
 
 i 
 
 HYMN CXX. 
 
 Redeeming love, 
 
 COME heav'nly love, infpire my fong 
 With thy immortal flame ; 
 And teach my heart, and teach my tongue, 
 The Saviour's lovely name. 
 
 The Saviour ! O what endlefs charms 
 
 Dwell in the blifsful found ! 
 Its influence ev*ry fear difarms, 
 N And fpreads fweet comfort round. 
 
 Here pardon, life, and joys divine 
 
 In rich effufion flow, 
 For guilty rebels loft in fin, 
 
 And doom'd to endlefs woe, 
 
 God's only Son, fftupendous grace !) 
 
 Forfook his throne above ; 
 And fwift to fave our wretched race, 
 
 He flew on wings of love. 
 
 $Th' 
 
( 1$° ) 
 
 5 Th' almighty former of the fkies 
 
 Stoop'd to our vile abode ; 
 While angels view'd with wond'ring eyes, 
 And hail'd th' incarnate God, 
 
 6 O the rich depths of love divine ! 
 
 Of blifs, a boundlefs ftore : 
 Dear Saviour, let me call thee mine, 
 I cannot wifh for more* 
 
 7 On thee alone my hope relies, 
 
 Beneath thy crofs I fall, 
 My Lord, my life, my facriflce, 
 My Saviour, and my all. 
 
 H Y M N CXXI. 
 
 Chrifiian Love 
 
 ET party names no more 
 The chrifiian world o'erfpread 
 Gentile and Jew, and bond and free 
 Are one in Chrift their head. 
 
 L 1 
 
 Among the faints on earth, 
 Let mutual love be found ; 
 Heirs of the fame inheritance, 
 
 With .mutual bleflings crowivd. 
 
 Let envy and ill-will 
 Be banifh'd far away ; 
 Thofe mould in ftrifteft friendfhip dwell, 
 
 Who 
 
( *5* ) 
 Who the fame Lord obey. 
 
 4 Thus will the church below 
 
 Referable that above, 
 Where ftreams of pleafure.ever flow, 
 And ev'ry heart is love. 
 
 HYMN CXXIf. 
 
 The Myjlerics of Providence. 
 
 1 T ORD, how myfterious are thy ways ! 
 JLj How blind are we, how mean our praife! 
 Thy fteps can mortal eyes explore ? 
 
 'Tis ours to wonder, and adore. 
 
 2 Thy deep decrees from creature fight, 
 Are hid in fhades of awful night ; 
 Amid the lines, with curious eye, 
 Not angel minds prefume to pry. 
 
 3 Great God, I would not afk to fee, 
 What in futurity mall be ; 
 
 If light and blifs attend my days, 
 Then let my future hours be praife. 
 
 4 Is darknefs and diitrefs my /hare ? 
 Then let me truft thy guardian care ; 
 Enough for me, if love divine 
 
 At length thro' ev'ry cloud fhall mine. 
 
 ,5 Yet this my foul defires to know, 
 Be this mv only wifh below ; 
 
 " That 
 
( /s« ) 
 
 " That Cliriflis mine! "--this great requeft 
 Grant, bounteous God— and I am bleft. 
 
 HYMN CXXIII. 
 
 Winter. 
 
 i O EE how rude winter's icy hand 
 
 kJHasftript the trees, and feal'd the ground;, 
 But fpring fiiall foon his rage with ftand, 
 And fpread new beauties all around, 
 
 2 My foul a fharper winter mourns, 
 Barren and lifelefs I remain, 
 When will the gentle fpring return, 
 And bid my graces grow again ? 
 
 3 Jefus, my glorious fun, arife, 
 
 Tis thine the frozen heart to move ; 
 
 Oh ! hufh thefe ftorms, and clear my fkies r 
 
 And let me feel thy vital love. 
 
 4 Dear Lord, regard my feeble cry, 
 I faint and droop 'till thou appear ; 
 Wilt thou permit thy plant to die ? 
 Mull it be winter all the year ? 
 
 5 Be ftill, my foul, and wait his hour, 
 With humble pray'r, and patient faith, 
 
 ^ 'Till he reveals his gracious pow'r, 
 Repofe on what his promife faith. 
 
 6 He, by whofe all commanding words, 
 
 Seafons 
 
( 153 ) 
 
 Seafons their changing courfe maintain * 
 In ev'ry change a pledge affords, 
 That none fhall feek his face in vain. 
 
 H Y M N CXXIV. 
 
 True happinefs. 
 
 x T TOW happy is the chriftian's flate ! 
 XJl His fins are all forgiven ; 
 A cheering ray confirms the grace, 
 And lifts his hopes toheav'n. 
 
 1 Tho' in the rugged path of life, 
 He heaves the penfive figh ; 
 Yet truftingin his God he finds 
 Deliv'ring grace is nigh. 
 
 3 If, to prevent his wand'rinp- fteps, 
 
 He feels the chaft'ning rod ; 
 The gentle firoke fhall bring him back 
 To his forgiving God. 
 
 4 And when the welcome meffage comes 
 
 To call his foul away ; 
 His foul, in raptures fhall afcend 
 To everlafting day. 
 
 H Y M N CXXV. 
 
 l C^\ Let thy love our hearts conftrain, 
 V>/ Jefus, the crucify 'd ! 
 
 What 
 
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 What haft thou done our hearts to gain? 
 Languifh'd, and groan'd, and dy'd ! 
 
 2 Us into clofeft union draw, 
 
 And in our inward parts 
 Let kindnefs fweetly write her law, 
 Let love command our hearts. 
 
 3 Who would not now purfue the way, 
 
 Where Jefu's footfteps fliine ? 
 Who would not own the pleafing fway 
 Of charity divine ? 
 
 4 O let us find the ancient way, 
 
 Our wond'ring foes to move, 
 And force a frowning world to fay, 
 u See how thefe christians love!" 
 
 HYMN CXXVI. 
 
 Lvemng. 
 
 GLORY to thee, my God, this night. 
 For all the bleflings of the light ; 
 Keep me, O keep me, King of kings, 
 Under thine own almighty wings. 
 
 Forgive me, Lord, for thy dear fon, 
 'Whatever ills this day I've done ; 
 That with the world, myfelf, and thee, 
 I, 'ere I deep, at peace may be. 
 
 3 Teach 
 
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 5 Teach me to live, that I may dread 
 The grave as- little as my bed ; 
 Teach me to die, that fo I may 
 Triumphing rife at the laft day. 
 
 4 O may my foul on thee repofe, 
 
 And with fweet fleep my eye-lids clofe ; 
 Sleep that may me more vig'rous make, 
 To ferve my God when I awake. 
 
 ^ Let my bleft guardian, while I fleep, 
 Clofe to my bed his vigils keep ; 
 Let no vain dreams difturb my reft, 
 Nor pow'rs of darknefs me moleft. 
 
 6 Praife God from whom all bleffings flow, 
 Praife him all creatures here below ; 
 Praife him above, ye heav'nly hoft, 
 Praife Father, Son, and Holy Ghoft. 
 
 HYMN CXXVII. 
 
 Lord's day morning. 
 
 T 
 
 'O-DAY God bids the faithful reft, 
 To-day he fhow'rs his grace ; 
 Seek ye my face," the Lord hath faid, 
 Lord, we will feek thy face. 
 
 .» Come, let us leave the things of earth, 
 With God's affembly join ; 
 
 Lo! 
 
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 Lo ! heav'n defcends to welcome maa, 
 To taile the things divine ! 
 
 3 We come, dear Saviour, lo ! we come, 
 
 Lord of our life and foul ; 
 We come difeas'd, and faint, and fick, 
 Be pleas'd to make us whole. 
 
 4 We thifft, and fly to thee, O Lord, 
 
 Thou fountain-head of good ; 
 Filthy we come, and all unclean, 
 O cleanfe us in thy blood. 
 
 5 O may we pleafe our God to day, 
 
 May that be all our care ! 
 Give, Lord, thy grace, left evil thoughts ^ 
 Should mingle in our pray 'r. 
 
 6 Amid th' alterably of thy faints, 
 
 Let us be faithful found ; 
 And let us join in humble pray'r, 
 And in thy praife abound. 
 
 7 Let thy good fpirit help our fouls, 
 
 With faith thy word to hear;. 
 Be with us in thy temple, Lord,! 
 And let us find thee near. 
 
 HYMN CXXVIII. 
 
 Lord's day Evening, 
 
 l TXT HEN. Odearjefus, when mall I 
 VV Behold thee all ferene? 
 
 Bieft in perpetual fabbath-day, 
 Without a veil between ? 
 
 t Aflifl me while I wander here, " 
 
 Arnidft a world of cares ; Incline 
 
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 Incline my heart to pray with love, 
 And then accept my pray'rs 
 
 3 Releafe my foul from ev'ry chain, 
 
 No more hell's captive led ; 
 
 And pardon a repenting child, 
 
 For whom the Saviour bled. 
 
 4 Spare me, O God, O fpare the foul, 
 
 That gives it felf to thee ; 
 Take all that I poffefs below, 
 And give thyfelf to me. 
 
 5 Thy fpirit, O my father, give, 
 
 To be my guide and friend, 
 To light my way to ceafelefs joys, 
 Where fabbaths never end. 
 
 HYMN CXXIX. 
 
 Morning. 
 
 i A WAKE, my foul, and with the fun, 
 jljL Thy daily ftage of duty run ; 
 Shake off dull floth, and early rife 
 To pay thy morning facrifice. 
 
 2 Redeem thy mis-fpent time that's paft, 
 Live this day as if 'twere thy laft ; 
 T' improve thy talents take due care, 
 'Gainil the great-day thyfelf prepare. 
 
 O o Let 
 
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 3 Let all thy converfe be fincere, 
 
 Thy confcience as the noon-day clear ; 
 Think how th' all-feeing God thy ways, 
 And ev'ry fecret thought furveys. 
 
 4 Glory to God, who fafe hath kept, 
 And hath refrefh'd me while I Jljeptj 
 Grant, Lord, when I from death {hall wake, 
 I may of endlefs life partake. 
 
 5 Direcl, controul, fuggeft this day, 
 All I defign, or do, or fay ; 
 
 That all my pow'rs, with all their might, 
 In thy fole glory may unite. 
 
 .6 Praife God, from whom all bleffings flow, 
 Praife him all creatures here below ; 
 Praife him above, ye heav'nly hoft, 
 Praife Father, Son, and Holy GhofL 
 
 h y m n cxxx. 
 
 B 
 
 EFORE Jehovah's awful throne, 
 Ye nations bow with facredjoy; 
 Know that the Lord is God alone, 
 He can creaie, and he deilroy. 
 
 £ His fov'rcign powV, without cur aid, 
 Made us of clay, and form'd us men. 
 And when like wand'ring fheep we ftray'd, 
 He brought us to his fold again, 
 
 * 3 We'll 
 
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 g We'll crow'd thy gates with thankful fong*, 
 High as the heav'ns our voices raife ; 
 And earth with her ten thoufand tongues 
 Shall fill thy courts with founding praife. 
 
 4 Wide as the world is thy command, 
 
 • Vaft as eternity thy love ; 
 
 Firm as a rock thy truth mud {land, 
 When rolling years fhall ceafe to move. 
 
 HYMN CXXXI. 
 
 For New Years Bay. 
 
 i AND now my foul, another year 
 JLJL Of thy fhort life is paft ; 
 I cannot long continue here, 
 And this may be my lait. 
 
 q Much of my dubious life is gone, 
 Nor will return again ; 
 And fwift my paffing moments run, 
 The few that yet remain. 
 
 3 Awake, my foul, with utmoft care 
 
 Thy true condition learn ; 
 What are thy hopes, how fure, how fair, 
 And what thy great concern ! 
 
 4 Now a new r fcene of time begins, 
 
 Set out afrelh for heav'n ; 
 
 Seek 
 
( *6o ) 
 
 Seek pardon for thy former fins, 
 In (Shrift fo freely giv'n. 
 
 5 Devoutly yield thyfelf to God, 
 And on his grace depend; 
 With zeal purfue the heav'nly road, 
 Nor doubt a happy end. 
 
 HYMN CXXXII. 
 
 Another. 
 
 TH E Lord of earth and fky, 
 The God of ages praife ! 
 Who reigns enthron'd on high, 
 Ancient of endlefs days, 
 Who lengthens out our trial here, 
 And fpares us yet another year. 
 
 Barren and wither'd trees, 
 
 We cumber'd long the ground \ 
 No fruit of holinefs 
 
 On our dead fouls was found ; 
 Yet did he us in mercy fpare, 
 Another, and another year. 
 
 When juftice bar'd the fvvord, 
 To cut the fig tree down, 
 The pity of our Lord 
 
 Cry'd--" Let it Hill alone:" 
 
 The 
 
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 The father mild inclin'd his ear, 
 And fpar'd us yet another year. 
 
 4 Jefus, thy fpeaking blood 
 
 From God obtain'd the grace, 
 Who therefore hath beftow'd 
 
 On us a longer fpace : 
 Thou didfl in our behalf appear, 
 And lo ! we fee another year. 
 
 5 Then dig about our root, 
 
 Break up our fallow ground, 
 And let our gracious fruit 
 
 To thy great praife abound ; 
 O let us all thy praife declare, 
 And fruit unto perfeftion bear. 
 
 HYMN CXXXIII. 
 
 It is Jinijhcd. 
 
 1 «ory^ I s finifh'd, " the Redeemer faid, 
 
 JL And meekly bow'd his dying head, 
 Whilfl we this fentence fcan, 
 Come, finners, and obferve the word, 
 Behold the conquefta of the Lord, 
 Compleat for helplefs man. 
 
 2 Finifh'd the righteoufnefs of grace, 
 Finifh'd for finners pard'ning peace ; 
 
 Their mighty debt is paid ; 
 
 Accufing 
 
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 Accufing law cancell'd by blood. 
 And wrath of an offended God 
 In fweet oblivion laid. 
 
 3 Who now fhall urge a fecond claim ? 
 The law no longer can condemn, 
 
 Faith a releafe can fhew : 
 Juftice itielf a. friend appears, 
 The prifonvhettfe a whifper hears, 
 
 " Loofe him, and let him go. " 
 
 4 O unbelief, injurious bar ! 
 Source of tormenting, fruitlefs fear, 
 
 Why d oft thou yet reply ? 
 Where'er thy loud objections fall, 
 
 " ' Tis finifh'd, " ftill may anfwer all, 
 And filence ev'ry cry. 
 
 5 His toil divinely finifh'd ftands, 
 
 But ah ! the praife his work demands, 
 
 Careful may we attend ! 
 Conclufion to our fouls be this, 
 Becaufe falvation finifh'd is, 
 
 Our thanks fhall never end. 
 
 H Y M ( N CXXXlV. 
 
 l /CHRIST the Lord is ris'n to-day, 
 V-^ Sons of men and angels fay ! 
 Raife your joys and triumphs high, 
 Sing, ye heav'ns; and earth reply. 
 
 2 Love's 
 
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 2 Love's redeeming work is done, 
 Fought the fight; the battle won ; 
 Lo ! our fun's eclipfe is o'er, 
 
 Lo ! he fets in blood no more. 
 
 3 Vain the ftone, the watch, the fea!, 
 Chriit hath burft the gates of hell : 
 Death in vain forbids his rife, 
 Chriit hath open'd paradife. 
 
 4 Lives again our glorious King, 
 Where, O death, is now thy fting? 
 Once he dy'd our fouls to fave, 
 Where's thy victory, O grave ? 
 
 § Soar we now where Chriit hath. led, 
 Foil 'wing our exalted Head ; 
 Made like hirn, like him we rife, 
 Ours the crofs, tile grave, the Ikies. 
 
 6 What tho' once we perifh'd all, 
 Partners of our parents fall; 
 Second life we ail receive, 
 
 In our heav'nly Adam live. 
 
 7 Hail the Lord of earth and heav'n ! 
 Praife to thee by both be riv'n ! 
 
 1 nee we greet triumphant now, 
 Hail the refu*re£iion--tliou ! 
 
 8 King of glory ! foul of blifs ! * 
 Evci laiting life is this — 
 
 Thee 
 
Thee to know— -thy pow'r to prove, 
 Thus to fing, and thus to love. 
 
 HYMN CXXXV. 
 
 God glorious, and Sinners Javed. 
 
 1 TpATHER, how wide thy glory {nines 
 X How high thy wonders rife ! 
 Known thro' the earth hy thoufand figns, 
 
 By thoufands thro' the fkies. 
 
 2 Tliofe mighty Orbs proclaim thy pow'r, 
 
 Their motions fpeak thy {kill ; 
 And on the wings of ev'ry hour 
 We read thy patience ftill. 
 
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 Part of thy name divinely ftands 
 On all thy creatures w r rit, 
 
 They fhew the labour of thy hands> 
 The imprefs of thy feet. 
 
 4 But when we view thy grand defign 
 
 To fave rebellious worms, 
 Where wifdom pow'r and goodnefs (hine^ 
 In their moft glorious forms; 
 
 5 Our thoughts are loft in rev'rend awe $ 
 
 We love, and we adore ; 
 The holy Angels never faw 
 So much of God before. 
 
 6 Here 
 
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 6 Here God hath made his nature known, 
 
 And thought can never trace, 
 Which of his glories brighteft fhone. 
 In our Redeemer's face. 
 
 7 O the fweet my ft Vies of tl at Crofs 
 
 Where Jefus lov'd and dy'd ! 
 Her noble Ji life my fpirit draws 
 From his dear wounded fide. 
 
 8 Now the full glories of the Lamb 
 
 Adorn the heav'nly plains ; 
 Sweet Cherubs learn ImmanuePs name, 
 And try their choiceft ftrains. 
 
 9 O may I bear fome humble part 
 
 In that immortal fong ! 
 Wonder and joy fhall tune my heart, 
 And love command my tonguer 
 
 HYMN CXXXVI. 
 
 Love on a Crofs^and a Throne. 
 
 1 T^J OW let my faith grow ftrong, and rife, 
 ±.\ And view my Lord in all his love; 
 Look back to hear his dying cries, 
 Then mount and fee his throne above. 
 
 2 See where he languifh'd on the Crofs ; 
 Beneath my fins he groan 'd and dy'd ; 
 
 See where he fits to plead my caufe, 
 Bv his Almighty Father's fide. 
 
 3« 
 
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 y If I behold his bleeding heart, 
 
 There love in floods of for row reigns,- 
 He triumphs o r er the killing fmart, 
 And buys my pleafure with his pains. 
 
 4 Of if I climb th* eternal hills, 
 
 Where the dear Conqu'ror fits enthron'd, 
 Still in his heart compaffion dwells, 
 Near the memorials of his wound. 
 
 5 How (hall a pardon'd rebel mow 
 
 How much I love my Saviour God ? 
 
 Lord here I baniih ev'ry foe, 
 
 I hate the fins that cofl thy blood. 
 
 6 I hold no more commerce with hell., 
 My deareft lufts fhall all depart; 
 But let thine image ever dwell 
 Stampt as a feal upon my heart. 
 
 H Y M N CXXXVIL 
 
 De/iring to love Christ. 
 
 i /^\ O ME let me love ; or is my mind 
 \^s Harden'd to ftone, or froze to ice ! 
 I fee the bleffed fair one bend, 
 And Hoop t' embrace me from the fides. 
 
 2 O ! 'tis a thought would melt a rock, 
 And make an heart of iron move, 
 
 That 
 
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 Tliat thofe fweet lips, that heav'njy look, 
 Should feek and wiih a mortars love. 
 
 £ I was a tray tor doom'd to fire, 
 Bound to fuftarn eternal pains; 
 He Hew on wings of Jlrong defire, 
 Affum'd nay guilt, and took my chains. 
 
 4 Infinite grace ! Almighty Charms ! 
 Stand in amaze, O earth and fkies ! 
 Jesus the God with naked arms, 
 Hangs on a Crofs of love and dies. 
 
 5 Did pity ever ftocp fo low, 
 Drefs'd in divinity and blood ? 
 Was ever rebel courted fo 
 
 With groans of an expiring God ? 
 
 6 Again he lives, and fpreads his hands, 
 Hands that were nail'd to tort'ring fmarf ; 
 By theft dear wounds, fays he ; and Hands 
 And prays to clafp me to his heart. 
 
 7 Sure I muft love ; or are my ears 
 Still deaf, nor will my pafiions move; 
 Then let me melt this heart to tears ; 
 This heart Ihall vield to death or love. 
 
 H Y m n cxxxvm. 
 
 i T^HE Sun of righteoufnefs appears, 
 A To let in blood no more ! 
 
 Adore 
 
i 168 ) 
 
 Adore the fcati'rer of your fears, 
 Your rifing fun adore. 
 
 2 The faints, when he refign'd his breath, 
 
 Unclos'd their fleeping eyes ; 
 He bjeaks again the bands of death, 
 Again the dead arife. 
 
 3 Alone the dreadful race he ran, 
 
 Alone the wine-prefs trod ; 
 He dy'd, and fuffer'd as a man, 
 He riies as a God. 
 
 4 In vain the {tone, the watch, the feal, 
 
 Forbid an early rife, 
 To him who breaks the gates of hell, 
 And opens paradife. 
 
 H Y M n exxxix. 
 
 1 £^\ For a fweet infpiring ray, 
 V*/ To animate our feeble ft rains, 
 From the bright realms of endlefs day, 
 The blifsful realms, where Jefus reigns ! 
 
 2 There low before his glorious throne, 
 
 AdoriHg faints and angels fall, 
 
 And with delightful worftiip own 
 
 His fmile their blifs, their heav'n, their all. 
 
 3 Immortal glories crown his head, 
 While tuneful hallelujahs rife; 
 
 And 
 
( »«9 ) 
 
 And love, and joy, and triumph fpread 
 Thro* all th' affemblies of the fkies. 
 
 4 He fmiles, and feraphs tune their fongs, 
 To boundlefs rapture while they gaze ; 
 Ten thoufand thoufand joyful tongues 
 Refound his everlaftingpraife. 
 
 5 There all the ranfomM of the Lamb 
 Shall join at laft the heav'nly choir; 
 O may the joy-infpiring theme 
 Awake our faith, and warm defire ! 
 
 6 Dear Saviour, let thy fpirit feal 
 Our int'reft in that blifsful place ; 
 'Till death remove this mortal veil, 
 And we behold thy lovely face. 
 
 HYMN CXL. 
 
 1 /^OME, thou long expefled Jefus ! 
 V^/ Born to fet thy people free ; 
 From our fears and fins releafe us, 
 
 Let us find our reft in thee ! 
 Ifrael's ftrength and confolation, 
 
 Hope of all the earth thou art ; 
 Dear defire of ev'ry nation, 
 
 Joy of ev'ry longing heart ! 
 
 2 Born thy people to deliver, 
 
 Born a child, and yet a king ; 
 
 P Born 
 
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 Born to reign in us for ever, 
 
 Now thy gracious kingdom bring ! 
 
 By thine own eternal Spirit, 
 Rule in all our hearts alone ; 
 • By thine all-fufficient merit, 
 
 Raife us to thy glorious throne. 
 
 HYMN CXLT. 
 
 On the Death of a Believer. 
 
 1 ?>Tp I S finifh'd, 'tis done ! 
 
 X Thefplritisfled, 
 The pris'ner is gone, 
 
 The cbriftian is dead : 
 Thechriltian is living 
 
 Thro' Jefus his love, 
 And gladly receiving 
 
 A kingdom abGve. 
 
 2 All honour and praife 
 
 Is Jefus's due ; 
 Supported by grace, 
 
 He fought his way thro' : 
 Triumphantly glorious, 
 
 Thro' Jefuss zeal, 
 And more than victorious 
 
 O'er fin, death, and hell. 
 
 3 Then letusrecprd 
 
 The conquering name, 
 
 Our 
 
( if* ) 
 
 Onr Captain and Lord 
 
 With fhoutings proclaim : 
 
 Who truft inhis paffion, 
 And follow our Head, 
 
 To certain falvation, 
 They all Ihall be led. 
 
 4 O Jefus, lead on 
 
 Thy militant care, 
 And give us the crown 
 
 Of righteoufnefs there : 
 Where dazzled with glory, 
 
 The feraphim gaze, 
 Orproftrate adore thee 
 
 In filence of praife. 
 
 § Come, Lord, and difplay 
 
 Thy fign in the fky, 
 And bear us away 
 
 To manfions on high : 
 The kingdom be given, 
 
 The purchafe divine, 
 And crown us in heaven 
 
 Eternally thine. 
 
 HYMN CXLIL 
 
 Sins and for rows laid before God* 
 
 l f\ that I knew the fecret place 
 \^J Where I might find my God ! 
 
 , • 
 
( *7 2 ) 
 
 I'd fpread my wants before his face, 
 And pour my woes abroad. 
 
 ! Vd tell him how my fins arife, 
 What forrows I fuihiin, 
 How grace decays, and comfort dies, 
 And leaves my heart in pain : 
 
 3 I'd fay how flefli and fenfe rebel, 
 What inward foes combine, 
 With this vain world and pow'rs of hell, 
 To vex this heart of mine. 
 
 ^ He knows what arguments I'd take 
 To wreftle with my God ; 
 I'd plead for his own mercy's fake, 
 And for my Saviour's blood. 
 
 g My God will pity my complaints, 
 And heal my broken bones ; 
 He takes the meaning of his faints, 
 The language of their groans. 
 
 6 Arife my Soul from deep diftrefs, 
 And banifh ev'ry fear ; 
 He calls thee to his throne of grace, 
 To fpread thy forrows there. 
 
 HYMN 
 
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 HYMN CXLIIL 
 
 The prefence of God worth dying for. 
 
 l T O R D, 'tis an infinite delight 
 1 j To fee thy lovely face, 
 To dwell whole ages in thy fight, , 
 And feel thy vital rays. 
 
 % 
 
 This Gabriel knows ; and fings thy name 
 With raptures on his tongue ; 
 Mofes the faint enjoys the fame, 
 And heav'n repeats the fong. 
 
 3 While the bright nation founds thy praifc 
 
 From each eternal hill, 
 Sweet odours of exhaling grace 
 The happy region fill. 
 
 4 Thy love, a fea without a fhore, 
 
 Spreads life and joy abroad ; 
 O 'tis a heav'n worth dying for 
 To fee a fmiling God. 
 
 ^ Shew me thy face, and I'll away 
 From all inferior things ; 
 Speak, Lord, and here I quit my clay, 
 And ftretch my airy wings, 
 
 6 Sweet was the journey to the Sky 
 The wondrous prophet try'd ; 
 •J Climb up the mount, (fays God) and die;" 
 The Prophet climb'd and dy'd. 
 
 7 Softly 
 
( if4 ) 
 
 '7 Softly his fainting head he lay 
 Upon his Maker's breaft ; 
 His Maker kifs'd his foul away, 
 And laid his flefli to reft. 
 
 8 In God's own arms he left the breath 
 That God's own fpirit gave ; 
 His was the nobleft road to death, 
 And his the fweeteft grave. 
 
 H Y M N CXLIV. 
 
 A fight oj heaven injickneji. 
 
 j f~\ F T have I fat in fecret fighs, 
 \_J To feel tny flefh decay, 
 Then groan'd aloud with frighted eyes, 
 To view the tott'ring clay. 
 
 v. But I forbid rny fcrrows now, ^ 
 
 Nor dares the llelh complain; ^ s~r 
 Difeafes bring their profit too ; _J* 
 
 The joy overcomes the pain. 
 i 
 
 3 My chearful foul now all the day 
 
 Sits waiting here and lings ; 
 Looks thro' the nuns of i^i day, 
 And prafiifes her wings. 
 
 4 Faith almoft changes into fight, 
 
 While from afar fhe fpies, 
 Her fair inheritance, in light 
 Above created Skies. 
 
 * Had 
 
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 5 Had but the prifon walls been flrorg, 
 
 And firm without a flaw, 
 In darknefs me had dwelt (oo long, 
 And lefs of glory faw : 
 
 6 But now the everlafting hills 
 
 Thro' ev'ry chink appear, 
 And fomething of the joy flie feels 
 While fhe's a prifoner here : 
 
 7 The mines of heaven rufh fweetly in 
 
 At all the gaping flaws ;. 
 Vifioiis of endlefs blifs are feen 
 And native air (he draws. 
 
 8 O may thefe walls Hand tott'ring full, 
 
 The breaches never clofe ! 
 If I rauft here in darknefs dwell, 
 And all tins glory lofe .! 
 
 9 JDr rather let this flefh d^cay, 
 
 •\_ The ruins wider grow, 
 
 Till glad to fee th' enlarged way, 
 I ilretch my pinions through. 
 
 H Y M N CXLV. 
 
 AJl ending to Ckrifi in heaven. 
 
 l 5 r | ^ I S pure delight, without alloy, 
 JL* Je^us, to hear thy name, 
 My fpirit leaps with inward joy, 
 I fee! the facred flame. 
 
 My 
 
( *76 ) 
 
 8 My paffions hold a pleafing reign 
 While love infpires my breaft, 
 Love the divineftof the train, 
 The foV'reign of the reft. 
 
 3 This is the grace mull live and ling, 
 
 When faith and fear lhall ceafe, 
 Mull found from ev'ry joyful firing, 
 Tiro' the fweet groves of blifs. 
 
 4 Let life immortal feize my clay ; 
 
 Let lcve refine my blood ; 
 Her flames can bear my foul away, 
 Can bring me near my God. 
 
 ^ Sink down ye Separating hills, 
 Let guilt and death remove, 
 Tis love that drives my Chariot wheel*, 
 And death mull yield to love. 
 
 HYMN CXLVL 
 AprofpcEt of the RefurrcBion. 
 
 •H 
 
 OW long lhall death the tyrant reign, 
 And triumph o'er the juft, 
 While the rich blood of martyrs flain 
 Lies mingled with the dull ? 
 
 When lhall the tedious night he gone ? 
 
 When will our Lord appear ? 
 Our fond defires would pray him down, 
 
 Our love embrace him Here. 
 
 3 Let 
 
( *77 ) 
 
 3 Let faith arife, and climb the hills, 
 
 And from afar defcry 
 How diftant are his Chariot wheels, 
 And tell how fait they fly. 
 
 4 Lo, I behold the featuring fhades, 
 
 The dawn of heav'n appears, 
 The fweet immortal morning fpreads 
 Its blufhes round the fpheres. 
 
 5 I fee the Lord of glory come, 
 
 And flaming guards around ! 
 The Skies divide to make him room, 
 The trumpet makes the ground. 
 
 6 I hear the voice ! " Ye dead arife ; M 
 
 And lo, the graves obey, 
 And waking Saints with joyful eyes 
 Salute th' expe&ed day. 
 
 7 They leave the dufc, and on the wing 
 
 Rife to the middle air, 
 In mining garments meet their king. 
 And low adore him there. 
 
 8 O may my humble fpirit ftand 
 
 Amongft them cloth'd in white ! 
 The meanefl place at his right hand 
 Is infinite delight. 
 
 9 How will our joy and wonder rife, 
 
 When our returning king 
 Shall bear us homeward th*o' the fkies 
 On love's triumphant wing ! 
 
 II Y M N 
 
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 H Y M N .QXLVII. 
 
 An HYMN for the American States. 
 
 1 f^ I V E thanks to God, your King, 
 VJF" And fpeak his worthy fame : 
 Your higheft honours bring 
 
 To his almighty name : 
 
 For God hath made his Mercies known ; 
 
 And call'd America his own. 
 
 2 Record the wonders wrought 
 By his victorious hand, 
 Which hath deliv'rance brought 
 To our diftrefsed land ; 
 
 For God hath made his Wo N D E R s known ; 
 And call'd this Western Land his own. 
 
 3 He brought our Fathers o'er 
 Thevaft Atlantic Sea, 
 
 To this delightful fhore, 
 
 The land of Liberty : 
 
 For God hath made his Goodness known; 
 
 And call'd Columbia his own. 
 
 4 He drove the heathen out, 
 Before his people's face ; 
 Put favage bands to rout, 
 
 And gave to us their place : , 
 
 For God hath made his Judge?nents known; 
 And call'd thisNEw-FoUND -land his own. 
 
 5 He 
 
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 ^ He made us topofsefs 
 A country long conceal'd ; 
 And turn d the wilderriefs 
 Into a fruitful field : 
 
 For God hath made his Kindness known; 
 Aad call'd this Infant-land his own, 
 
 6 He made us to incre 
 
 In n wealth, and flrength ; 
 
 And gave a Fettled peace 
 
 Ujato the land at length; 
 
 For God hath made his Power known ; 
 
 AndcaH'd tins Fro iteu l-l and his own. 
 
 7 His gofpel forth he fent 
 
 To teach the way to heav'n ; 
 
 His pow'r attending Vent, 
 
 To (hew our fins forgiv'n : 
 
 For God liath made Salvation known ; 
 
 And caird the Souls of men his own. 
 
 8 Long time our land enjey'd 
 Peace, plenty, health, and gain ; 
 And wLn we were annoy 'd, 
 The Lord did us fuitain ; 
 
 For God hath made deliv'rance known; 
 And call'd the Feeble folk his own. 
 
 9 When powVful foesoppreft 
 Us round on ev'ry fide, 
 The Lord this people bleft 
 With fkilful men to guide; 
 
 For 
 
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 For God hath made his Wisdom known ; 
 And cali'd thefe Rising States his own. 
 
 10 Our foes our ruin fought, 
 Which they could not obtain; 
 By providence they're taught 
 That pride of Man is vain : 
 
 For God hath made his Justice known ; 
 And cali'd the Righteous CAUStbisown. 
 
 11 God made the feeble ftand 
 Againft their boafted pow'r; 
 And gave them not our land, 
 To fpoil and to devour. 
 
 For God hath made Protection known; 
 And cali'd Fair freedom's LANDhisown. 
 
 12 JEHOVAH peaceordains, 
 The noife of battle's o'er, 
 No blood the vefture ftains, 
 Nor thund'ring cannon roar ; 
 
 For God hath made his Glory known; 
 ^ And cali'd the F a vour'd States his own. 
 
 13 Now let our land enjoy 
 Peace, plenty, liberty ; 
 Let war no more annoy, 
 Amen, fo let it be. 
 
 Lord, make thy Loving favour known; 
 And call this Continent thine own. 
 
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