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 UT  QUISQJJE  DE  SCRIPTURIS  SANCTIS,  VEf, 
 BE  PROPRIO  INGENIO  POTEST,  PROVOCATUR 
 IN   MEDIUM    DEO  CAN  ERE. 
 
 TERTULL,   APOL.  XXXIX, 
 
SELECT 
 
 PSALMS 
 
 FROM        THE 
 
 O    L    D       a  i-r  d       NEW 
 V   E  R    S   I   O  N   S: 
 
 FOR    THE    USE  OF 
 
 St.    JAMES's     CHURCH, 
 
 MANCHESTER. 
 
 All  Things  mujl  he  fulfilled  which  were  written  in 
 the  Pfalms  concerning  me.  * 
 
 LUKE  XXIV.  44. 
 .    "OMNES     PENE     PSALMI      CHRISTI     PERSONAM 
 
 sustinent:  filium  ad  patre::  — 
 
 tertull.  adv.  p  pax.  xi* 
 
 MANCHESTER*. 
 PR1N.TED    BY     G.    SWINDELL: 
 MDCCLXXXIX, 
 
PREFACE, 
 
 THOSE  facred  compofitions,  which  the 
 Hebrews  ftyie  Sepber  Tebillim,  the  Book 
 of  Praises,  and  to' which  the  Septuagint  pre- 
 fixed the  title  of  Psalms,  are  an  epitome  of 
 the  Bible,  adapted  to  the  various  purpofes 
 of  religious  worfhip. 
 
 The  prayers  and  praifes  of  the  Church  have 
 been  offered  up  to  the  throne  of*grace,  from 
 age  to  age,  in  the  language  of  this  infpired 
 volume.  And  it  appears  to  have  been  the  ma- 
 nual of  the  Son  of  God,  in  the  days  of  his 
 incarnation,  and  frequently  the  fubjeei  of  his 
 difcourfes.  He  reafoned  with  the  Fharifees  con- 
 cerning the  Sonfnip  of  the  Median  from  the 
 hundred  and  tenth  Pfalm.  He  pronounced  on 
 the  crofs  the  beginning  of  the  twenty  fjcond.  He 
 expired  repeating  part  of  the  twenty- firil.  And 
 after  his  refurreclion,  he  reminded,  his  difciples 
 that  all  things  which-  were  written  in  the  I 
 the  Prophets,  and  the  Pfalms,  concerning  hi'm- 
 felf,  mull  be  accompiifhed. 
 
 Thus 
 
[     iv.     ] 
 
 Thus  he,  the  fountain  of  wifdom  and  know- 
 ledge, who  fpake  as  never  man  fpake,  chofe  to 
 folace  himfelf,  in  his  greater!  agony,  and  to 
 breathe  out  his  Soul,  in  the  Pfalmift's  form  of 
 words  rather  than  his  own. 
 
 In  this  Selection  from  the  Old  and  New 
 Versions,  I  have  chiefly  omitted  the  defcrip- 
 tive,  hiftcrical,  and  imprecatory  Pfalms ;  and 
 brought  into  one  view  a  considerable  number  of 
 thofe  beautiful  and  experimental  verfes,  which 
 before  were  feparated  by  narrations,  references, 
 or  prophecies.  This  liberty,  I  hope,  will  not 
 be  confidered  as  a  violation  of  their  native  cohe- 
 rence ;  the  fame  method  being  commonly  purfued 
 in  fermons,  and  frequently  permitted  to  thofe 
 who  give  them  out  in  public. 
 
 Happy  are  they  who  make  melody  in  their 
 hearts  to  the  Lord  ;  without  which  no  external 
 mulk,  ever  fo  exact  and  harmonious,  can  be 
 pleafing  in  his  ear.  To  him,  Father,  Son,  and 
 Holy  Ghoft,  be  afcribed  eternal  adoration ! 
 
 C.    BAYLEY. 
 
 MANCHESTER. 
 
 iyS9. 
 
IN       D 
 
 X, 
 
 A 
 
 LL  laud  and  praife  with  heart  and -voice     15 
 All  people  that  on  earth  do  dwell  .      .     53 
 
 As  pants  the  hart  for  cooling  ftreams  . 
 
 Be  thou,  O  God,  exalted  high 
 
 Blefs  God,  my  foul;  thou  Lord  alone 
 
 Bleft  is  the  man  whom  thou,    O  Lord 
 
 Come,  Holy  Gho-ft,  eternal  God     .     . 
 Come,  Holy  Ghoft,  our  fouls  infpire 
 Come,  Holy  Spirit,  God  of  might 
 
 Do  thou,  O  God,  preferve  my  foul 
 
 Erect  your  heads,  eternal  gates 
 
 For  thee,  O  God,  our  conftant  praifje 
 
 Give  praifes  unto  God  the  Lord    . 
 
 God  is  our  refuge  in  diilrefs     .    ' . 
 
 Happy  the  man  whofe  tender  care  . 
 Have  mercy,  Lord,  on  me  .... 
 Have  mercy  on  us,  Lord  .... 
 He's  bleft,  whofe  fins  have  pardon  gain'd 
 He  that  hath  God  his  guardian  made  . 
 How  bleft.  are  they  who  always  keep  . 
 How  bleu:  is  he  who  ne'er  confents  .  . 
 How  good  and  pleafant  mull  it  be 
 
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INDEX. 
 
 How  pleafant  is  thy  dwelling  place 
 How  vaft  mud  their  advantage  be  . 
 
 In  God,  ye  people,  always  truft 
 Inltruct  me  in  thy  ftatutes,    Lord 
 I  ftrive  each  action  to  approve     . 
 I  waited  long  and  fought  the  Lord 
 I  will  regard  and  tlaink  upon     . 
 Jehovah  reigns,  let  all  the  earth     . 
 
 Let  all  the  juft  to  God  with  joy 
 Let  all  the  lands,  with  fhouts  of  joy 
 Let  me  with  light  and  truth  be  ble(l 
 Lord,   in  thy  wrath  reprove  me  not 
 Lord,  let  me  know  my  term  of  days 
 Lord,  number  out  my  life  and  days 
 Lord,  who's  the  happy  man  that  may 
 
 My  God,  my  God,  why  leav'ft  thou  me 
 My  Shepherd  is  the  living  Lord    .     .     ' 
 
 foul  infpir'd  with  facred  love 
 ly/oulpi     fe  the  Lord,  fpeak    &C. 
 
 foul  with  patience  waits 
 
 No  change  of  times  fhould  ever  fhock 
 
 O  all  ye  people,  clap  your  hands     . 
 O  ail  ye  nations,   biefs  our  God 
 O  come,  lcud  anthems  let  us  fing 
 G  G:,d  of  hofts,   the  mighty  Lord 
 G  God,  my  gracious  God,  to  thee 
 O  Holy  C?hoit,  into  our  fou.s 
 O  Holy  Spirit,  guide  aright     . 
 O  Lord,  fend  out  thy  light  and  truth 
 O  Lord,  thy  mercy,  my  lure  hope 
 
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 O  Lord, 
 
f  N  D  E  X. 
 
 O  Lord,  thy  goodnefs  doth  afcend 
 O  Lord,  turn  not  thy  face  away      .     . 
 O  praife  the   Lord,  for  he  is  good 
 O  praife  the  Lord  with  one  confent     . 
 O  praife  the  Lord,  in   that  bled  place 
 O  praife  the  Lord,  and  thou,  my  foul 
 O  praife  the  Lord,  with  hymns  of  joy 
 O  praife  ye  the  Lord,  prepare  your  glad  voice 
 O  render  thanks  and  blefs  the  Lord     . 
 O  render  thanks   to  God  above     . 
 O  Thou,  to  whom  all  creatures  bow     . 
 O  what  a  happy  thing  it  is     .     .     . 
 
 Praife  ye  the  Lord,   for  he   is  good     . 
 Praife  ye  the  Lord;  our  God  to  praife 
 
 Since  mercy  is  the  grace     .... 
 Sing  to  the  Lord  a  new  made  fong     . 
 Sing  to  the  Lord  a  new  made  fong 
 Sing  ye  with  praife  unto  the  Lord     . 
 So  teach  us,  Lord,   the  uncertain  fum 
 
 That  man  is  bl eft  who  ftands  in  awe     . 
 Thee  I'll  extol,  my  God  and  King     . 
 The  good  man's  way  is  God's  delight 
 The  heavens  declare  thy  glory,.  Lord 
 The  Lord  defcended  from  above     . 
 The  Lord  does  them  fupport  that  fall 
 The   Lord,   the  univerfal  King      .     . 
 The  mighty  God,  the  Eternal  hath  thus  fpok 
 The  place  of  other   facrince     . 
 The  very  entrance  to  thy  word     . 
 Though  wicked  men  grow  rich  or  great 
 Thou,  Lord,  bv  ftri&efl  fearch  haft  known 
 
 Page, 
 
INDEX. 
 
 Thou,  Lord,  out  of  thy  boundlefs  ftore 
 
 Through  all  the  various  fcenes  of  life 
 
 Thy  mercies  and  thy  love      .     . 
 
 Thy  mercies,  Lord,   fhall  be  my  fong 
 
 To  all  that  fear  his  holy  name     . 
 
 To  blefs  thy  chofen  race 
 
 To  celebrate  thy  praife,  O  Lord     . 
 
 To  God  your  voice  in  anthems  raife 
 
 To  God,   the  mighty  Lord 
 
 To  Zion's  hill  I  lift  my  eyes       .     . 
 
 When  God  arofe  to  take  my  part 
 When  I  pour  out'my  foul  in  prayer     . 
 WThile  finful  crouds,  with  falfe  defign 
 Whom  then  in  heaven,  but  thee  alone 
 With  cheerful  notes,  let  all  the  earth 
 Withdraw  not,  Lord,    thy   help     . 
 With  glory  clad,   with  ftrength  array'd 
 With  one  confent  let  all  the  earth 
 With  quiet  mind  on  God  depend     .     . 
 
 Ye  boundlefs  realms  "of  joy      . 
 Ye  people  all,  with  one  accord     . 
 Ye  princes  that  in  might  excel 
 Ye  faints§frid  fervants  of  the  Lord 
 
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 VERSIONS     by     different    Authors. 
 
 BEFORE  Jehovah's  awful  throne       .     .     93 
 Behold,  how  good  a  thing   ....       106 
 Bleft  is  the  man,  fupremely  bleft.       ...      ^6 
 
 Give 
 
INDEX, 
 
 Page. 
 Give  to  our  God  immortal  praife  ...  108 
 Glorious  is  the  Lord  moft  high  ....  89 
 Grace  every  morning  new     .     .     .     .     ,        10/ 
 
 Had  not  the  Lord,  we  now  may  cry  .  .  102 
 Hail,  glorious  angels,  heirs  of  light  .  .  124 
 Hallow  and  make  thy  fervants  meet      .      #123 
 
 I'll  praife  my  Maker,  while  I've  breath  .  112 
 Infinite  God,  to  thee  we  raife       .     .     .     .     121 
 
 Let  every  tongue  thy  goodnefs  fpeak  .  .  1 1 1 
 Lord,  in  thy  wrath  no  more  chaftife  .  .  81 
 Lord  of  the  worlds  above 91 
 
 Median  !  joy  of  every  heart 119 
 
 Mefiiah!  joy  of  every  heart 122 
 
 My  God,  my  King,  thy  various  praife  .  109 
 My  God,  permit  my  tongue  .  ...  90 
 My  heart  is  full,  O  Chrift,  and  longs       .     .87 
 
 O  God  the  Son,  thy  fway  we  own       .       .  88 
 
 O  how  overjoy'd  was  I 101 
 
 Open  the  gates  of  righteoufnefs      ....  99 
 
 O  Thou,  who  when  I  did  complain     ...  96 
 
 Praife  the  Lord  who  reigns  above  .  .  .  117 
 Praife  ye  the  Lord,  immortal  choir  .  .  .115 
 Praife  ye  the  Lord;  'tis  good  to  raife     .     .     112 
 
 "Regent  of  all  the  worlds  above     .     .     .     .     116 
 
 Sweet  is  the  memory  of  thy  grace  .  .  .  no 
 Sweet  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King     .     .      92 
 
 Thee 
 
INDEX. 
 
 Thee  will  I  love,  O  Lord,  my  power 
 The  Lord,  I  now  can  fay,  is  mine  . 
 The  Lord  my  pafture  fhall  prepare 
 The  Lord  fuftains  the  world  he  made 
 The  fpacious  firmament  on  high  . 
 This  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made 
 Thou,  the  God  of  power  and  grace 
 To  the  hills  I  lift  my  eyes  .  .  . 
 Turn  us' again,  O  Lord  ..... 
 
 Vouchfafe  to  keep  me,  Lord,  this  day 
 
 We  praife  our  God  with  one  accord  . 
 We  too  the  joyful  found  have  heard  . 
 When  Ifrael  freed  from  Pharoah's  hand 
 When  Ifrael  out  of  Egypt  came  _,  . 
 When  our  redeeming  Lord  .... 
 Who  in  the  Lord  confide      ...» 
 
 Ye  nations  who  the  globe  divide     . 
 
 Ye  fervants  of  God,  whofe  diligent  care 
 
 Ye,  who  dwell  above  the  ikies  .     .     . 
 
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 SELECT      PSALMS. 
 
 PSALM  I. 
 
 i   TJOW  bleft  is  he  who  ne'er  confents 
 [   By  ill  advice  to  walk ; 
 Nor  Hands  in  furriers'  ways ;  nor  fits 
 Where  men  profanely  talk  ! 
 
 2  But  makes  the  perfeft  law  of  God 
 
 His  bufinefs  and  delight ; 
 
 Devoutly  reads  therein  by  day, 
 
 And  meditates  by  night. 
 
 3  Like  fome  fair  tree,  which,  fed  by  ftreams, 
 
 With  timely  fruit  does  bend, 
 He  ftill  mall  flourifh,  and  fuccefs 
 All  his  defigns  attend. 
 
 4  For  God  approves  the  juft  man's  ways, 
 
 To  happinefs  they  tend  ; 
 But  finners,  and  the  paths  thev  tread, 
 Shall  both  in  ruin  end.  v„ 
 
 A  •     psalm 
 
(    4    ) 
 
 PSALM         IV. 
 
 1  rr-iHE  place  of  other  facrifice 
 
 X     Let  righteoufnefs  fupply  ; 
 And  let  your  hope,  fecurely  fixt, 
 On  God  alone  rely. 
 
 2  While  wordly  minds  impatient  grow, 
 
 More  prosperous  times  to  fee, 
 §till  let  the  glories  of  thy  face 
 Shine  brightly,  Lord,  on  me. 
 
 3  So  (hall  my  heart  -o'erflow  with  joy 
 
 More  lafting  and  more  true, 
 Than  theirs,  who  ftores  of  corn  and  wine 
 Succeiuvely  renew. 
 
 4  Then  down  in  peace  I'll  lay  my  head,    - 
 
 And  take  my  needful  reft  ;  , 
 
 No  other  guard,  O  Lord,  I  crave, 
 Of  thy  defence  pofleft. 
 
 psalm     vi.     o.     v. 
 
 i    T    ORD,  in  thy  wrath  reprove  me  not, 
 JL^  Though  I  deferve  thy  ire, 
 Nor  yet  correct  me  in  thy  rage, 
 O  Lord,  I  thee  defire. 
 
 2  My  foul  is  troubled  very  fore 
 And  vex'd  exceedingly ; 
 But,  Lord,  how  long  wilt  thou  delay 
 To  cure  my  mifery  ? 
 
 3  Lord, 
 
(     5     ) 
 
 3  Lord,  turn  thee  to  thy  wonted  grace, 
 
 Some  pity  on  me  take  ; 
 Oh  !   fave  me,  not  for  my  deferts, 
 But  for  thy  mercy's  faiie. 
 
 4  To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghoft 
 
 Immortal  glory  be  ; 
 As  was,  and  is,  and  fhall  he  ftill 
 To  all  eternity. 
 
 SAIM  VIII. 
 
 O 
 
 bow 
 
 Within  this  earthly  frame, 
 Through  all  the  world  how  great  art  thou  ! 
 How  glorious  is  thy  name  ! 
 
 2  In  heaven  thy  wonderous  acts  are  fung, 
 
 Nor  fully  reckon 'd  there  ; 
 And  yet  thou  mak'ft  the  infant-tongue 
 Thy  boundlefs  praife  declare. 
 
 3  Through  thee  the  weak  confound  the  ftrong, 
 
 And  crufh  their  haughty  foes  ; 
 And  fo  thou  quell' ft  the  wicked  throng, 
 That  thee  and  thine  oppofe. 
 
 4  When  heaven,  thy  bounteous  work  on  high, 
 
 Employs  my  wondering  fight  ; 
 
 The  moon,  that  nightly  rules  the  fky, 
 With  ftars  of  feebler  light ; 
 
 5  What's  man,  O  Lord,  that  thus  thou  lov'ft 
 
 To  keep  him  in  thy  mind  ? 
 
 A  z  Or 
 
(    6    ) 
 
 Or  what  his  offspring,  that  thou  prov'ft 
 To  them  fo  wonderous  kind  ? 
 
 6  Him  next  in  power  thou  didft  create 
 
 To  thy  celeftial  train  ; 
 Ordain'd  with  dignity  and  ftate, 
 O'er  all  thy  works  to  reign. 
 
 7  O  thou,  to  whom  all  creatures  bow 
 
 Within  this  earthly  frame, 
 Through  all  the  world  how  great  art  thou  ! 
 How  glorious  is  thy  name  ! 
 
 PSALM         IX. 
 
 i   rTn  O  celebrate  thy  praife,  O  Lord, 
 l_       I  will  my  heart  prepare ; 
 To  all  the  lift'ning  world  thy  works, 
 Thy  wonderous  works  declare. 
 
 2  The  thought  of  them  mall  to  my  foul 
 
 Exalted  pleafures  bring ; 
 Whilft  to  thy  name,  O  thou  mofl  high  ! 
 Triumphant  praife  I  fing. 
 
 3  All  thofe  who  have  his  goodnefs  prov'd 
 
 Will  in  his  truth  confide  ; 
 Whofe  mercy  ne'er  forfook  the  man, 
 That  on  his  help  relied. 
 
 4  Sing  praifes  therefore  to  the  Lord, 
 
 From  Sion  his  abode; 
 Proclaim  his  deeds,  'till  all  the  world 
 Confefs  no  other  God. 
 
 r  s  A  I.  M 
 
(     7     ) 
 
 PSALM       XV. 
 
 i   Y    ORD,  who's  the  happy  man  that  may 
 I  j     To  thy  bleft  courts  repair  ? 
 Not,  ftranger-like,  to  vifit  them, 
 But  to  inhabit  there  ? 
 
 j 2  'Tis  he  whofe  every  thought  and  deed 
 By  rules  of  virtue  moves; 
 Whofe  gen'rous  tongue  difdains  to  fpeak 
 The  thing  his  heart  difproves. 
 
 3  Who  never  did  a  flander  forge, 
 
 His  neighbour's  fame  to  wound; 
 Or  hearken  to  a  falfe  report, 
 By  malice  whifper'd  round. 
 
 4  Who  vice,  in  all  it's  pomp  and  power, 
 
 Can  treat  with  juft  neglect ; 
 And  piety  though  cloth'd  in  rags, 
 Religioufly  refpeft. 
 
 5  Who  to  his  plighted  vows  and  truft 
 
 Has  ever  firmly  ftood  ; 
 And  though  he  promife  to  his  lofs, 
 He  makes  his  promife  good. 
 
 5  The  man  who  by  his  fteady  courfe 
 Has  happinefs  infur'd, 
 When  earth's  foundation  (hakes,  mall  frand* 
 By  Providence  fecur'd. 
 
 A^  PSAL'i 
 
(     8     ) 
 
 PSALM        XVI. 
 
 1  TT  Strive  each  attion  to  approve 
 _1     To  God's  all-feeing  eye; 
 
 No  danger  fhall  my  hopes  remove, 
 Becaufe  he  ftill  is  nigh. 
 
 2  Therefore  my  heart  all  grief  defies, 
 
 My  glory  does  rejoice ; 
 My  flefh  fhall  reft  in  hope  to  rife, 
 Wak'd  by  his  powerful  voice. 
 
 3  Thou,  Lord,  when  I  refign  my  breath, 
 
 My  foul  from  hell  fhalt  free  ; 
 Nor  let  thy  Holy-One  in  death 
 The  leaft  corruption  fee. 
 
 4  Thou  fhalt  the  paths  of  life  difplay, 
 
 Which  to  thy  prefence  lead  ; 
 Where  pleafures  dwell  without  allay, 
 And  joys  that  never  fade. 
 
 PSALM         XVIII. 
 
 i   "^TO  change  of  times  mould  ever  mock 
 JJ^J      My  firm  affection,  Lord,  to  thee ; 
 For  thou  haft  always  been  a  rock, 
 A  fortrefs  and  defence  to  me. 
 
 z  Thou  my  deliverer  art,  my  God  ; 
 My  truft  is  in  thy  mighty  power : 
 Thou  art  my  fhield  from  foes  abroad, 
 At  home  my  fafe-guard  and  my  tower. 
 
 3  Let 
 
(    9    ) 
 
 3  Let  the  eternal  Lord  be  prais'd, 
 
 The  rock,  on  whofe  defence  I  reft  : 
 O'er  higheft  heavens  his  name  be  rais'd, 
 Who  me  with  his  falvation  bleft  ! 
 
 PSALM      XVIII.       p.    2. 
 
 HEN  God  arofe  to  take  my  part, 
 The  confcious  earth  did  quake  for  fear; 
 From  their  firm  pofts  the  hills  did  ftart, 
 Nor  could  his  dreadful  fury  bear. 
 
 ■w 
 
 2  He  left  the  beauteous  realms  of  light, 
 
 Whiirt  heaven  bow'd  down  it's  awful  head  : 
 Beneath  his  feet  fubftantial  night 
 Was,  like  a  fable  carpet,  fpread. 
 
 3  The  chariot  of  the  King  of  kings, 
 
 Which  active  troops  of  angels  drew, 
 On  a  ftrong  tempefVs  rapid  wings, 
 With  molt  amazing  fwiftnefs  flew. 
 
 4  Black  watery  mifts  and  clouds  confpir'd 
 
 With  thickeft  fhades  his  face  to  veil ; 
 But  at  his  brightnefs  foon  retir'd, 
 And  /ell  in  mowers  of  fire  and  hail. 
 
 5  Through  heaven's  wide  arch  a  thundering  peal, 
 
 God's  angry  voice  did  loudly  roar  : 
 
 While  earth's  fad  face  with  heaps  of  hail, 
 
 And  flakes  of  Are  was  covered  o'er. 
 
 6  His  fharpen'd  arrows  round  he  threw, 
 
 Which  made  his  fcatter'd  foes  retreat ; 
 
 Like 
 
(     io     ) 
 
 Like  darts  his  nimble  light'ning  flew, 
 And  quickly  nnifh'd  their  defeat.  . 
 
 7  The  deep  it's  fecret  ftores  difclos'd ; 
 The  world's  foundations  naked  lay, 
 By  his  avenging  wrath  expos  d, 
 
 Which  fiercely  rag'd  that  dreadful  day. 
 
 PSALM      xviii.     o.   v. 
 
 i  '"J  VHE  Lord  defcended  from  above, 
 X.        And  bow'd  the  heaven's  high  : 
 And  underneath  his  feet  he  caft 
 .    The  darknefs  of  the  Iky. 
 
 2  On   cherubs  and  on  cherubim 
 Full  royally  he  rode  : 
 And  on  the  wings  of  mighty  winds 
 Came  flying  all  abroad. 
 
 PSALM        XIX. 
 
 1  HPHE  heavens  declare  thy  Glory,  Lord, 
 
 •  X        Which  that  alone  can  fill ; 
 The  firmament  and  ftars  exprefs 
 Their  great  Creator's  fkill. 
 
 2  The  dawn  of  each  returning  day 
 
 Frefh  beams  of  knowledge  brings : 
 From  darkeft  night's  fucceflive  rounds 
 Divine  inftrudtion  fprings. 
 
 3  Their  powerful  language  to  no  realm 
 
 Or  region  is  confin'd  : 
 'Tis  nature's  voice,  and  underftood 
 Alike  by  all  mankind. 
 
 4  Their 
 
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 4  Their  do&rine  does  it's  facred  fenfe 
 
 Through  earth's  extent  difplay  ; 
 Whofe  bright  contents  the  circling  fun 
 Does  round  the  world  convey. 
 
 5  From  Eaft  to  Weft,  from  Weft  to  Eaft, 
 
 His  reftiefs  courfe  he  goes  : 
 And,   through  hisprogrefs,  cheerful  light 
 And  vitai  warmth  beftows. 
 
 PSALM       XXII. 
 
 i   T\/TY  God,  my  God,  why  leav'ft  thou  me, 
 J^VX     When  I  with  anguim  faint? 
 O  !  why  lb  far  from  me  remov'd, 
 And  from  my  loud  complaint  ? 
 
 2  My  blood  like  water  fpill'd,  my  joints 
 
 Are  rack'd,  and  out  of  frame  ; 
 My  heart  diffolves  within  my  breaft, 
 Like  wax  before  the  flame. 
 
 3  Like  blood-hounds,  to  furround  me,  they 
 
 In  pack'd  afTemblies  meet : 
 They  pierc'd  my  inoffenfive  hands, 
 Theypierc'd  my  harmlefs  feet. 
 
 4  As  fpoil,  my  garments  they  divide, 
 
 Lots  for  my  vefture  caft  : 
 Therefore  approach,  O  Lord,  myftrength8 
 And  to  my  fuccour  hafte, 
 
 5  Withdraw  not  then  fo  far  from  me, 
 
 When  trouble  is  fo  nigh : 
 
 Oh! 
 
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 Oh  !  fend  me  Help  !  thy  Help,  on  which 
 I  only  can  rely. 
 
 PSALM        XXIII.         O.    V. 
 
 Y  Shepherd  is  the  living  Lord, 
 Nothing  therefore  I  need  : 
 In  paftures  fair,  near   pleafant  ftreams, 
 He  fetteth  me  to  feed. 
 
 2  He  fhall  convert  and  glad  my  foul, 
 
 And  bring  my  mind  in  frame  ; 
 To  walk  in  paths  of  righteoufnefs, 
 For  his  moft  holy  name. 
 
 3  Yea,  though  I  walk  in  vale  of  death* 
 
 Yet  will  i  fear  no  ill ; 
 Thy  rod  and  ftafF  do  comfort  me* 
 And  thou  art  with  me  frill, 
 
 4  And  in  the  prefence  of  my  foes 
 
 My  table  thou  malt  fpread  : 
 Thou  wilt  fill  full  my  cup,  and  thou 
 Anointed  haft  my  head. 
 
 5  Through  all  my  life  thy  favour  is 
 
 So  frankly  fhew'd  to  me, 
 That  in  thy  houfe  for  evermore 
 My  dwelling  place  fhall  be. 
 
 PSALM        XXIV. 
 
 i   Y7  RECT  your  heads,  eternal  gates : 
 JJ*/     Unfold,  to  entertain 
 
 The 
 
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 The  King  of  glory  :  fee  !  He  comes 
 With  his  ceieftial  train. 
 
 2  Who  is  the  King  of  glory  ?  who  ? 
 
 The  Lord  for  ftrength  renown'd, 
 In  battle  mighty,  o'er  his  foes 
 Eternal  Victor  crown'd. 
 
 3  Erect  your  heads,  ye  gates,  unfold, 
 
 In  ilate  to  entertain 
 The  King  of  glory  :  fee !   He  comes 
 With  all  his  mining  train. 
 
 4  Who  is  the  King  of  glory  ?  who  ? 
 
 The  Lord  of  Hofts  renown'd  : 
 Of  glory  he  alone  is  King, 
 Who  is  with  glory  crown'd. 
 
 psalm     xxv. 
 
 THY  mercies  and  thy  love, 
 O  Lord,  recall  to  mind ; 
 And  gracioufly  continue  ftill, 
 As  thou  wert  ever,  kind. 
 
 Let  all  my  youthful  crimes  - 
 Be  blotted  out  by  thee  : 
 And,  for  thy  wonderous  goodnefs  fake, 
 In  mercy  think  on  me. 
 
 His  mercy  and  his  truth 
 The  righteous  Lord  difplays, 
 In  bringing  wandering  tinners  home, 
 And  teaching  them  his  ways. 
 
 4  He 
 
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 He  thofe  in  juftice  guides, 
 Who  his  direction  feek ; 
 And  in  his  facred  paths  mall  lead 
 The  humble  and  the  meek. 
 
 Through  all  the  ways  of  God 
 Both  truth  and  mercy  fhine, 
 To  fuch  as  with  religious  hearts, 
 To  his  bleft  will  incline. 
 
 PSALM       XXV.       P.    2, 
 
 1  OINCE  mercy  is  the  grace 
 i^     That  moft  exalts  thy  fame, 
 
 Forgive  my  heinous  fin,  O  Lord, 
 And  fo  advance  thy  name. 
 
 2  Whoe'er  with  humble  fear, 
 To  God  his  duty  pays, 
 
 Shall  find  the  Lord  a  faithful  guide, 
 In  all  his  righteous  ways. 
 
 3  His  quiet  foul  with  peace 
 Shall  be  for  ever  bleft, 
 
 And  by  his  numerous  race  the  land 
 Succeflively  pofleft. 
 
 4  For  God  to  all  his  faints 
 His  facred  will  imparts; 
 
 And  does  his  gracious  covenant  write 
 In  their  obedient  hearts. 
 
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PSALM        XXIX. 
 
 E  Princes  that  in  might  excel, 
 Your  grateful  facrifice  prepare  ; 
 God's  glorious  actions  loudly  tell, 
 His  wond'rous  power  to  all  declare. 
 
 Y 
 
 2  To  his  great  name  frefli  altars  raife  ; 
 
 Devoutly  due  refpect  afford  ; 
 Him  in  his  holy  temple  praife, 
 
 Where  he's  with  folemn  ftate  ador'd. 
 
 3  'Tis  he  that  with  amazing  noife, 
 
 The  watery  clouds  in  funder  breaks  ; 
 The  ocean  trembles  at  his  voice, 
 
 When  he  from  heaven  in  thunder  fpeaks. 
 
 4  How  full  of  power  his  voice  appears  I 
 
 With  what  majeftic  terror  crown'd  I 
 Which  from  the  roots  tall  cedars  tears, 
 And  ftrews  their  fcatter'd  branches  round. 
 
 5  God  rules  the  angry  floods  on  high; 
 
 His  boundlefs  Avay  mail  never  ceafe  ; 
 His  people  he'll  with  ftrength  fupply, 
 .  And  blefs  his  own  with  conftant  peace. 
 
 psalm     xxx.     o.  v. 
 
 \      A    LL  laud  and  praife  with  heart  and  roicej 
 jf\     O  Lord,  I  give  to  thee  ; 
 Who  didft  not  make  my  foes  rejoice, 
 But  haft  exalted  me. 
 
 B  z  O 
 
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 s  O  Lord,  my  God,  to  thee  I  cried 
 In  all  my  pain  and  grief : 
 Thou  gav'ft  an  ear  and  didft  provide 
 To  eafe  me  with  relief. 
 
 3  Thou,  Lord,  haft  brought  my  foul  from  hell, 
 
 And  thou  the  fame  didft  fave 
 From  them  that  in  the  pit  do  dwell, 
 And  keep'ft  me  from  the  grave. 
 
 4  Sing  praife,  ye  faints,  that  prove  and  fee 
 
 The  goodnefs  of  the  Lord  : 
 In  honour  of  his  Majefty 
 Rejoice  with  one  accord. 
 
 PSALM       XXXII. 
 
 i   TJE's  bleft  whofe  fms  have  pardon  gain'd, 
 J[  1   No  more  in  judgment  to  appear  ; 
 Whofe  guilt  remiffion  has  obtain'd, 
 And  whofe  repentance  is  fincere. 
 
 2  While  I  conceal'd  the  fretting  fore, 
 
 My  bones  confum'd  without  relief: 
 All  day  did  I  with  anguifh  roar, 
 
 But  no  complaints  aftuag'd  my  grief. 
 
 3  Heavy  on  me  thy  hand  remain'd, 
 
 By  day  and  night  alike  diftrefs'd  ; 
 Till  quite  of  vital  moifture  drain'd, 
 
 Like  land  with  fummer's  drought  opprefh 
 
 4  No  fooner  I  my  wound  difclos'd, 
 
 The  guilt  that  tortur'd  me  within. 
 
 But 
 
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 But  thy  forgivenefs  interpos'd, 
 
 And  mercy's  healing  balm  pour'd  In, 
 
 5 .  Thy  favour,  Lord,  in  all  diflrefs, 
 My  tower  of  refuge  I  mufl  own  ; 
 Thou  malt  my  haughty  foes  fupprels, 
 And  me  with  fongs  of  triumph  crown. 
 
 PSALM         XXXIII. 
 
 1  T    ET  all  the  juil  to  God  with  joy 
 I  j     Their  cheerful  voices  raife ; 
 
 For  well  the  righteous  it  becomes 
 To  fmg  glad  fongs  of  praife. 
 
 2  Let  harps,  and  pfaiteries,  and  lutes, 
 
 In  joyful  concert  meet ; 
 And  new-made  fongs  of  loud  applaufe 
 The  harmony  complete. 
 
 3  For  faithful  is  the  word  of  God, 
 
 His  works  with  truth  abound ; 
 
 He  juftice  loves  ;  and  all  the  earth 
 
 Is  with  his  goodnefs  crown'd. 
 
 4  Our  fouls  on  God  with  patience  wait ; 
 
 Our  help  and  ihield  is  he  ; 
 Then,  Lord,  let  frill  our  hearts  rejoice, 
 Becaufe  we  trufl  in  thee. 
 
 5  The  riches  of  thy  mercy,  Lord, 
 
 Do  thou  to  us  extend  ; 
 Since  we,  for. all  we  want  or  wifh, 
 On  thee  alone  depend. 
 
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 PSALM         XXXIV, 
 
 i  ^T^HROUGH  all  the  various  fcenes  of  life, 
 JL        In  trouble  and  in  joy; 
 The  praifes  of  my  God  fhall  ftill 
 My  heart  and  tongue  employ, 
 
 2  Of  his  deliverance  I  will  boaft, 
 Till  ail  that  are  diftrefs'd, 
 From  my  example  comfort  take, 
 And  charm  their  griefs  to  reft:. 
 
 5  O  !  magnify  the  Lord  with  me, 
 ith  me  exalt  his  name  : 
 When  in  diftrefs  to  him  I  call'd, 
 Ke  to  my  refcue  came. 
 
 4  O  !   make  but  trial  of  his  love. 
 
 Experience  will  decide 
 How  bleft  they  are,  and  only  they, 
 Who  in  his  truth  confide. 
 
 5  Fear  him,  ye  faints,  and  you  will  then 
 
 Have  nothing  elfe  to  fear  ; 
 Make  you  his  fervice  your  delight, 
 He'll  make  your  v/ants  his  care. 
 
 PSALM       XXXV I. 
 
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 Lord,  thy  mercy,  my  fure  hope, 
 The  higlieft  orb  of  heaven  tranfcends  \ 
 Thy  facred  truth's  unmeafur'd  fcope 
 Beyond  the  fpreading  fkv  extends. 
 
 2  Thy 
 
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 2  Thy  juftice,  like  the  hills,  remains ; 
 
 Unfathom'd  depths  thy  judgments  are  ; 
 Thy  providence  the  world  fuftains ; 
 The  whole  creation  is  thy  care. 
 
 3  Since  of  thy  goodnefs  all  partake, 
 
 With  what  aimrance  mould  the  juft 
 
 Thy  fhelt'ring  wings  their  refuge  makep 
 
 And  faints  to  thy  protection  truft  ! 
 
 4  Such  guefts  mail  to  thy  courts  be  led, 
 
 To  banquet  on  thy  love's  repaft  ; 
 And  drink,  as  from  a  fountain's  head, 
 Of  joys  that  mall  for  ever  laft. 
 
 5  With  thee  the  fprings  of  life  remain  ; 
 
 Thy  prefence  is  eternal  day  ; 
 O  !  let  thy  faints  thy  favour  gain; 
 To  upright  hearts  thy  truth  difplay, 
 
 PSALM        XXX.       O.    V. 
 
 1  f~\  Lord,  thy  goodnefs  doth  afcend 
 \J  Above  the  heavens  mofi  high  : 
 So  doth  thy  truth  itfelf  extend 
 
 Unto  the  cloudy  iky. 
 
 2  Much  more  than  hills  both  high  and  ileep; 
 
 Thy  juftice  is  expreft : 
 Thy  judgments  like  the  feas  moft  deep, 
 Thou  fav'fr both  man  and  beaft. 
 
 3  Thy  mercy  is  above  all  things, 
 
 O  God,  it  doth  excel  : 
 
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 In  Iruft  whereof,  as  in  thy  wings, 
 The  fons  of  men  mall  dwell. 
 
 4  Within  thy  houfe  they  mail  be  fed 
 
 With  plenty  at  their  will : 
 Of  all  delights  they  mall  be  fped, 
 And  take  thereof  their  fill. 
 
 5  Becaufe  the  well  of  life  mofl  pure 
 
 Doth  ever  flow  from  thee  : 
 And  in  thy  light  we  are  full  fure 
 Eternal  light  to  fee. 
 
 6  From  fuch  as  thee  defire  to  know, 
 
 Let  not  thy  grace  depart  : 
 Thy  righteoufnefs  declare  and  mow, 
 To  men  of  upright  heart. 
 
 PSALM      xxxvii.      p.    i. 
 
 .   AnpMiOUGH  wicked  men  grow  rich  or  great., 
 Yet  let  not  their  fuccefsful  flate 
 Thy  anger  or  thy  envy  raife  : 
 For  they,  cut  down  like  tender  grafs, 
 Or  like  young  flowers,  away  fhall  pafs, 
 Whofe  blooming  beauty  foon  decays. 
 
 2  Depend  on  God,  and  him  obey, 
 So  thou  within  the  land  malt  ftay, 
 
 Secure  from  danger  and  from  want  : 
 Make  his  commands  thy  chief  delight, 
 '  And  he,  thy  duty  to  requite, 
 
 Shall  all  thy  earneft  wifhes  grant.  # 
 
 3  In 
 
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 3  In  all  thy  v/ays  truft  thou  the  Lord.,. 
 And  he  will  needful  help  afford 
 
 To  perfect  every  juft  defign  : 
 He'll  make,  like  light  ferene  and  clear* 
 Thy  clouded  innocence  appear, 
 
 And  as  a  mid -day  fun  to  fhine. 
 
 PSALM       XXXVII.       p.    2. 
 
 2   TT7TTH  quiet  mind  on  God  depend, 
 \  V       And  patiently  for  him  attend  ; 
 
 Nor  let  thy  anger  fondly  rife, 
 Though  wicked  men  with  wealth  abound. 
 And  withh^tccefs  the  plots  are  crown'd, 
 Which  they  malicioufly  devife. 
 
 2  From  anger  ceafe,  and  wrath  forfake  ; 
 Let  no  ungovern'd  pafiion  make 
 
 Thy  wav'ring  heart  efpoufe  their  crime  : 
 For  God  fhall  finful  men  deftroy; 
 Whilft  only  they  the  land  enjoy, 
 
 Who  truft  on  him,  and  wait  his  time. 
 
 3  How  foon  fhall  wicked  men  decay  ! 
 Their  place  mail  vanifh  quite  away, 
 
 Nor  by  the  ftri&eft  fearch  be  found  : 
 Whilft  humble  fouls  poifefs  the  earth, 
 Rejoicing  ftill  with  godly  mirth, 
 
 With  peace  and  plenty  always  crown'd. 
 
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 PSALM      xxxv  n.      p.   3, 
 
 HILE  finful  crowds,  with  falfe  defigE, 
 Againft  the  righteous  few  combine, 
 
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 And  gnafh  their  teeth,  and  threatening  ftand ; 
 God  fhall  their  empty  plots  deride, 
 And  laugh  at  their  defeated  pride ; 
 
 He  fees  their  ruin  near  at  hand. 
 
 They  draw  the  fword,  and  bend  the  bow, 
 The  poor  and  needy  to  o'erthrow, 
 
 And  men  of  upright  lives  to  flay ; 
 But  their  ftrong  bows  fhall  foon  be  broke, 
 Their  fharpen'd  weapon's  mortal  ftroke 
 
 Thro*  their  own  hearts  fhall  force  it's  way. 
 
 A  little  with  God's  favour  bleft. 
 That's  by  one  righteous  man  pwefs'd, 
 
 The  wealth  of  many  bad  excels ; 
 For  God  fupports  the  juft  man's  caufe^ 
 But  as  for  thofe  that  break  his  laws, 
 
 Their  unfuccefsful  power  he  quell s. 
 
 His  conftant  care  the  upright  guides, 
 And  over  all  their  life  Dreudes  ; 
 
 Their  portion  fhall  for  ever  laft  : 
 They',  when  diftrefs  o'erwhelms  the  earth. 
 Shall  be  unmov'd,  and  even  in  dearth 
 
 The  happy  fruits  of  plenty  tafte. 
 
 psalm  xxxvi i.     p.  4. 
 
 THE  good  man's  way  is  God's  delight, 
 He  orders  all  the  (reps  aright 
 Of  him  that  moves  by  his  command  ; 
 Though  he  fometimes  may  be  diftrefs'd* 
 Yet  mail  he  ne'er  be  quite  opprefs'd 
 For  God  upholds  him  with  his  hand. 
 
 2  Obferve 
 
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 z  Obferve  the  perfect  man  with  care,:. 
 And  mark  all  fuch  as,  upright  are  : 
 
 Their  rougheft  days  in  peice  fhall  end  : 
 While  on  the  latter  end  of  thofe 
 Who  dares  God's  facred  will  oppofe, 
 A  common  ruin  fhall  attend. 
 
 3  God  to  the  juit  will  aid  afford, 
 Their  only  fifeguardis  the  Lord, 
 
 Their  ftrength  in  time  of  need  is  he  > 
 Becaufe  on  him  they  ftill  depend, 
 The  Lord  vvili  timely  fuccour  fend, 
 
 And  from  the  wicked  fet  them  free. 
 
 PSALM     xxxix, 
 
 i    T    ORD,  let  me  know  my  term  of  days, 
 1  j  How  foon  my  life  will  end  ; 
 The  numerous  train  of  ills  difclofe, 
 Which  this  frail  ftate  attend. 
 
 2  My  life,  thou  know'ir  is  but  a  fpan, 
 
 A  cypher  Aims  my  year, 
 And  every  man  in  beft  eflate, 
 But  vanity  appears. 
 
 3  Man,  like  a  lhadow,  vainly  walks, 
 
 With  fruitlefi  cares  opprefs'd  ; 
 He  heaps  up  wealth,  but  cannot  tell 
 By  whom  'twill  be  polTefs'd. 
 
 4  Why  then  mould  I  on  worthlefs  toys 
 
 With  anxious  care  attend  ? 
 On  thee  alone  my  ftedfaft  hope 
 Shall  ever,  Lord,  depend. 
 
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 PSALM       XXXIX.        O.    V. 
 
 i    T     ORD,  number  out  my  life  and  days, 
 §  j  Which  yet  1  have  not  pafl  ; 
 So  that  I  may  be  certified 
 How  long  my  life  mall  laft. 
 
 2  For  thou  haft  pointed  out  my  life, 
 
 m  length  much  like  a  fpan  : 
 My  age  is  nothing  unto  thte, 
 So  vam  is  every  nun. 
 
 3  Man  walketh  like  a  made,  and  doth 
 
 In  vain  himfelf  annoy 
 In  getting  goods,  and  cannot  tell 
 Who  mall  the  fame  enjoy. 
 
 4  Therefore,  O  Lord  ;  what  wait  I  for, 
 
 What  help  do  I  defire  ? 
 Truly,  my  hope  is  even  in  thee, 
 I  nothing  eife  require. 
 
 PSALM       XL.       O.        V. 
 
 I  Waited  long  and  fought  the  Lord, 
 And  patiently  did  bear  ; 
 At  length  to  me  he  did  accord 
 My  voice  and  cry  to  hear. 
 
 He  brought  me  from  the  dreadful  pit, 
 
 Out  of  the  mire  and  clay  : 
 Upon  a  rock  he  fet  my  feet, 
 
 And  he  did  guide  my  way. 
 
 3  Ta 
 
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 3  To  me  he  taught  a  pfalm  of  praife.., 
 Which  I  mult  mew  abroad  : 
 And  fing  new  ibngs  of  thanks  always3 
 Unto  the  Lord  our  God. 
 
 PSALM         XLl. 
 
 i   1  [TAPPY  the  man,  whofe  tender  care 
 X  JL   Relieves  the  poor  diftrefs'd  : 
 When  he's  by  trouble  compafs'd  round, 
 The  Lord  mall  give  him  reft. 
 
 2  The  Lord  his  life,  with  bleflings  crown'd, 
 
 In  fafety  mail  prolong  ; 
 And  difappoint  the  will  of  thofe 
 That  leek  to  do  him  wrong. 
 
 3  If  he,  in  languishing  eftate, 
 
 Oppreft  with  ficknefs  lie  ; 
 The  Lord  willeafy  make  his  bed, 
 And  inward  fcrength  fupply. 
 
 PSALM        XLII. 
 
 i      A    S  pants  the  hart  for  cooling  flreams, 
 jt\.  When  heated  in  the  chace  ; 
 So  longs  my  foul,  O  God,  for  thee, 
 And  thy  refrefhing  grace. 
 
 2  For  thee,  my  God,  the  living  God, 
 My  thirfty  foul  doth  pine  ; 
 Oh !  when  Ihall  I  behold  thy  face, 
 Thou  Majeity  divine  ! 
 
 3  Why 
 
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 3  Why  reftlefs,  why  caft  down,  my  foul? 
 
 Truft  God,  and  he'll  employ 
 His  aid  for  thee,  and  change  thefe  fighs, 
 To  thankful  hymns  of  joy. 
 
 4  Why  reftlefs,  why  call:  down,  my  foul  ? 
 
 Hope  ftill,  and  thou  fhalt  fing- 
 The  praife  of  him,  who  is  thy  God, 
 Thy  health's  eternal  fpring. 
 
 PSALM  XLIII. 
 
 i    T    ET  me  with  light  and  truth  be  bleft  ; 
 JL/  Be  thefe  my  guides  to  lead  the  way, 
 Till  on  thy  holy  hill  I  reft, 
 
 And  in  thy  facred  temple  pray. 
 
 2  Then  will  I  there  frefh  altars  raife 
 
 To  God,  who  is  my  only  joy  ; 
 And  well-tun'd  harps,  with  fongs  of  praife, 
 Shall  all  my  grateful  hours  employ. 
 
 3  Why  then  caft  down,  my  foul?  and  why 
 
 So'  much  opprefs'd  with  anxious  care  ? 
 On  God,  thy  God,  for  aid  rely, 
 Who  will  thy  ruin'd  ftate  repair. 
 
 PSALM        XLIII.       O.    V. 
 
 Lord,  fend  out  thy  light  and  truth, 
 And  lead  me  with  thy  grace  ; 
 Which  may  conduct  me  to  thy  hill, 
 And  to  thy  dwelling-place. 
 
 2  Then 
 
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 a  Then  (hall  I  to  thy  altar  go, 
 With  joy  to  worfhip  thee  : 
 And  on  my  harp  give  thanks  to  thee, 
 
 0  God,  my  God  molt  dear. 
 
 3  Why  art  thou  then  fo  fad,  my  foul, 
 
 And  frett'ft  thus  in  my  breaft? 
 Still  truft  in  God  ;  for  him  to  praife 
 
 1  hold  it  always  belt. 
 
 4  By  him  I  have  deliverance 
 
 From  all  my  pain  and  grief? 
 He  is  my  God  who  doth  always 
 At  need  fend  me  relief. 
 
 P(ALM      XLVI. 
 
 j   f~^  OD  is  our  refuge  in  diftrefs  ; 
 
 VJT  A  prefent  help  when  dangers  prefs  ; 
 .  In  him,  undaunted,  we'll  confide  ; 
 Though  earth  were  from  her  center  tofs'd, 
 And  mountains  in  the  ocean  loft, 
 Torn  piece-meal  by  the  roaring  tide. 
 
 2  A  gentler  ftream  with  gladnefs  (till, 
 The  city  of  our  Lord  (hall  fill, 
 
 The  xoytl  feat  of  God  moft  high  : 
 God  dwells  in  Sion,  whofe  fair  towers, 
 Shall  mock  the  affaults  of  earthly  powers. 
 
 While  his  almighty  aid  is  nigh. 
 
 3  In  tumults  when  the  people  rag'd, 
 And  kingdoms  war  againft  us  wag'd, 
 
 He 
 
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 He  thunder'd,  and  difpers'd  their  powers  : 
 The  Lord  of  hofts  conducts  our  arms, 
 Our  tower  of  refuge  in  alarms, 
 
 Our  Father's  Guardian-God,  and  ours. 
 
 4  Submit  to  God's  almighty  fway  ; 
 For  him  the  heathen  fhall  obey, 
 
 And  earth  her  fovereign  Lord  confefs  : 
 The  Lord  of  hofts  condufts  our  arms, 
 Our  tower  of  refuge  in  alarms, 
 As  to  our  fathers  in  diftrefs. 
 
 PSALM        XLVII. 
 
 t   /**X  All  ye  people,  clap  your  hands, 
 V_y   And  with  triumphant  voices  fing  ; 
 For  force  the  mighty  power  withftands 
 Of  God,  the  univerfal  King. 
 
 2  God  is  gone  up,  our  Lord  and  King, 
 
 With  fhouts  of  joy  and  trumpet's  found  ; 
 To  him  repeated  praifes  fing, 
 
 And  let  the  cheerful  fong  go  round. 
 
 3  Your  utmoft  fkill  in  praife  be  /hewn, 
 
 For  him  who  all  the  world  commands,  . 
 Who  fits  upon  his  righteous  throne, 
 
 And  fpreads  his  fway  o'er  heathen  lands. 
 
 psalm     xlvii.     o.  v. 
 
 I   "tTE  people  all,  with  one  accord, 
 X     Clap  hands,  fhout  and  rejoice  ; 
 Be  glad,  and  fing  unto  the  Lord, 
 With  fweet  and  pleafant  voice. 
 
 2  For 
 
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 2  For  high  the  Lord  and  dreadful  isr 
 
 His  wonders  manifold  ; 
 A  mighty  king  he  is  likewife, 
 In  all  the  earth  extoll'd. 
 
 3  Our  God  afcended  up  on  high 
 
 With  joy,  and  pleaiant  noife, 
 
 The  Lord  goes  up  above  the  Iky 
 
 With  trumpet's  royal  voice. 
 
 4  Sing  praifes  to  our  God,  fing  praife, 
 
 Sing  praifes  to  our  king  ; 
 For  God  is  king  of  all  the  earth, 
 All  Ikilful  praifes  fing. 
 
 PSALM        XL  VII  I. 
 
 i  ^pHE  mighty  God,  the  Eternal  hath  thus 
 
 X  fpoke, 
 
 And  all  the  world  he  will  call  and  provoke  : 
 E'en  from  the  earl  and  fo  forth  to  the  weft, 
 Out  of  Sion,  which  place  he  liketh  beft, 
 God  will  appear  in.beauty  moil  excellent  ; 
 Our  God  will  come  before  long  time  be  fpent. 
 
 2  Devouring  fire  (hall  go  before  his  face, 
 A  temped  great  fhall  round  about  him  trace, 
 Then  mail  he  call  the  earth  and  heavens  bright, 
 To  judge  his  folk  with  equity  and  right : 
 Saying,  go  to,  and  now  my  faints  aiTemble, 
 My  pad  they  keep,  their  girts  do  not  dilTemble. 
 
 3  To  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit,  ever  blefs'd, 
 AH  honour,  praife,  and  worfhipbe  addrefs'd; 
 
 C  2  As 
 
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 As  it  was  done  in  ages  long  ago, 
 
 As  now  it  is,  and  mail  continue  To 
 
 To  the  laft  bounds  and  date  of  time  extended, 
 
 And  ftill  endure  when  time  it's  courfe  has  ended. 
 
 PSALM         LI. 
 
 *       T  T  AVE  mercy,  Lord,  on  me, 
 X  X  As  tnou  wert  ever  kind  > 
 Let  me  oppreft  with  loads  of  guilt, 
 Thy  wonted  mercy  find. 
 
 2  Warn  off  my  foul  offence, 
 And  cleanfe  me  from  my  fin  ; 
 
 For  I  confefs  my  crime,  and  fee 
 How  great  my  guilt  has  been. 
 
 3  Againfr.  thee,  Lord,  alone* 
 And  only  in  thy  fight, 
 
 Have  I  tranfgrefs'd;  and  though  condemn'd, 
 Muft  own  thy  judgments  right, 
 
 4  Make  me  to  hear  with  joy 
 Thy  kind  forgiving  voice  ; 
 
 That  fo  the  bones  which  thou  haft  broi 
 May  with  frefh  ftrength  rejoice. 
 
 5  Blot  out  my  crying  fins, 
 Nor  me  in  anger  view ; 
 
 Create  in  me  a  heart  that's  clean, 
 An  upright  mind  renew. 
 
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 PSALM        LI.       P.    2. 
 
 i       <¥  Y  7TTHDRAW  not,  Lord,  thy  help, 
 V V     Nor  caft  me  from  thy  light  ; 
 Nor  let  thy  holy  Spirit  take 
 It's  everlafting  flight. 
 
 2       The  joy  thy  favour  gives 
 Let  me  again  obtain  ; 
 And  let  thy  Spirit's  firm  fupport 
 My  fainting  foul  fuilain. 
 
 5       Sol  thy  righteous  ways 
 To  finuerb  will  impart  ; 
 Whilft  my  advice  mail  wicked  men 
 To  thy  juil  law  convert. 
 
 4.       Do  thou  unlock  my  lips, 
 
 With  forrow  clos'd,  and  fname  ; 
 So  mall  my  mouth  thy  wondYous  praiJSe 
 To  all  the  world  proclaim. 
 
 PSALM         LVII. 
 
 1  TJ  E  thou,  O  God,  exalted  high  ; 
 Jj>   And,  as  thy  glory  fills  the  Iky, 
 So  let  it  be  on  earth  difplay'd, 
 'Till  thou  art  here,  as  there,  obey'd. 
 
 2  O  God,  my  heart  is  fix'd,  'tis  bent 
 It's  thankful  tribute  to  pr^fent ; 
 And,  with  my  heart,  my  voice  I'll  raife 
 To  thee,  my  God,  in  fongs  of  praife. 
 
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 3  Awake,  my  glory  ;  harp  and  lute, 
 No  longer  let  your  firings  be  mute  ; 
 And  I,  my  tuneful  part  to  take, 
 Will  with  the  early  dawn  awake. 
 
 4  Thy  praifes  Lord,  I  will  refound 
 To  all  the  liftening  nations  round  : 
 Thy  mercy  highelt  heaven  tranfcends  ; 
 Thy  truth  beyond  the  clouds  extends. 
 
 5  Be  thou,  O  God,  exalted  high  : 
 And,  as  thy  glory  fills  the  fky, 
 So  let  it  be  on  earth  difplay'd, 
 
 Till  thou  art  here,  as  there,  obey'd. 
 
 p  s  A  L  M        LX1I 
 
 i  TN 
 For 
 
 God,  ye  people  always  truft  ; 
 Before  his  throne  pour  out  your  hearts 
 God,  the  merciful  and  juft, 
 His  timely  aid  to  us  imparts. 
 
 2  The  vulgar  fickle  are  and  frail ; 
 
 The  great  difTcmble  and  betray ; 
 And,  laid  in  truth's  impartial  fcale, 
 The  lighten1  things  will  both  out-wei^a 
 
 3  Then  truft  not  in  oppreflive  ways ; 
 
 By  fpoil  and  rapine  grow  not  vain  ; 
 Nor  let  your  hearts,  if  wealth  increafe, 
 £e  fct  too  much  upon  your  gain. 
 
 4  For  God  has  oft  his  will  exprefs'd, 
 
 And  I  this* truth  have  fully  known ; 
 
 To 
 
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 To  be  of  boundlefs  power  poffefs'd, 
 Belongs,  of  right,  to  God  alone. 
 
 5  Though  mercy  is  his  darling  grace, 
 In  which  he  chiefly  takes  delight ; 
 Yet  will  he  all  the  human  race, 
 According  to  their  works  requite. 
 
 PSALM        LX11I. 
 
 i   ^~X  GOD,  my  gracious  God,  to  thee 
 \^_y   My  morning  prayers  fhall  offer'd  be  ; 
 
 for  thee  my  thirity  foul  does  pant; 
 My  fainting  fiefh  implores  thy  grace, 
 Within  this  dry  and  barren  place, 
 Where  I  refreshing  waters  want. 
 
 2  O  !  to  my  longing  eyes  once  more, 
 That  view  of  glorious  power  reftore, 
 
 Which  thy  majeltic  houfe  difplaysj 
 Becaufe  to  me  thy  wcnderous  love, 
 Than  life  itfelf  does  dearer  prove, 
 
 My  lips  fhall  always  fpeak  thy  praife. 
 
 3  My  life,  while  I  that  life  enjoy, 
 In  bie fling  God  I  will  employ, 
 
 With  lifted  hands  adore  his  name  : 
 My  foul's  content  mail  be  as  great, 
 As  theirs  who  choiceft  dainties  eat, 
 
 While  I  with  joy  his  praife  proclaim. 
 
 4  When  down  I  lie  fweet  fleep  to  find, 
 Thou,  Lord,  art  prefent  to  my  mind  ; 
 
 And 
 
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 And  when  I  wake  in  dead  of  night : 
 Becaufe  thou  ftill  doft  fuccour  bring, 
 Beneath  the  fhadow  of  thy  wing 
 
 I  reft  with  fafety  and  delight. 
 
 PSALM        LXV. 
 
 i   T70R  thee,  O  God,  our'conftant  praife 
 J/    In  Sion  waits,  thy  chofen  feat ; 
 Our  promis'd  altars  there  we'll  raife, 
 And  all  our  zealous  vows  complete. 
 
 2  O  thou,  who  to  my  humble  prayer 
 
 Bidft  always  bend  thy  liftening  ear; 
 To  thee  mall  all  mankind  repair, 
 And  at  thy  gracious  throne  appear. 
 
 3  Our  fin?  (though  numberlefs)   in  vain 
 
 To  ftop  thy  flowing  mercy  try; 
 Whilft  thou  o'erlook'ft  the  guilty  Main, 
 And  waiheft  out  the  crimfon  d\e. 
 
 4  Bleft  is  the  man,  who,  near  thee  plac'd, 
 
 Within  thy  facred  dwelling  lives  ! 
 Whilft  we,   at  humbler  diftance,  tafte 
 The  vaft  delights  thy  temple  gives. 
 
 PSALM       LXV.       p.    2. 
 
 i  ^TT^HOU,  Lord,  out  of  thy  boundlefs  ftore, 
 £      With  rain  reliev'ft  the  thirfty  ground: 
 Mak  ft  lands,  that  barren  were  before, 
 With  corn  and  ufcful  fruits  abound. 
 
 2   OH 
 
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 2  On  rifiug  ridges  down  it  pours, 
 
 And  every  furrow'd  valley  fills ; 
 Thou  mak'ft  them  foft  with  gentle  fhowers, 
 In  which  a  bleffc  increafe  diftils. 
 
 3  Thy  goodnefs  does  the  circling  year, 
 
 With  frem  returns  of  plenty  crown  ; 
 And  where  thy  glorious  paths  appear, 
 Thy  fruitful  clouds  drop  fatnefs  down. 
 
 4  They  drop  on  barren  forrefts,  chang'd 
 
 By  them  to  paftures  frem  and  green: 
 The  hills  about,  in  order  rang'd, 
 In  beauteous  robes  of  joy  are  feen.. 
 
 Large  flocks  with  fleecy  v/ool  adorn 
 The  cheerful  downs ;  the  vallies  bring 
 
 A  plenteous  crop  of  full-ear'd  corn, 
 And  feem  for  joy  to  fhout  and  fmg, 
 
 F  S  A  L   M        LXVI. 
 
 1    T    ET  all  the  lands,  with  fliouts  of  joy8 
 I   j  To  God  their  voices  raife  ; 
 Sing  pfalms  in  honour  of  his  name, 
 And  fpread  his  glorious  praife. 
 
 2  And  let  them  fay,  how  dreadful,  Lord, 
 
 In  all  thy  works,   art  thou  ! 
 To  thy  great  power  thy  ftubborn  foes 
 ShaM  all  be  forc'd  to  bow. 
 
 3  Thro'  all  the  earth,  the  nations  round 
 
 Shall  thee  their  God  confefs'; 
 
 And, 
 
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 And,  with  glad  hymns,  their  awful  dread 
 Of  thy  great  name  exprefs* 
 
 O  !  come,  behold  the  works  of  God, 
 And  then  with  me  you'll  own, 
 
 That  .he  to  all  the  fons  of  men 
 Has  wonderous  judgments  fhown. 
 
 PSALM        LXVI.       P.    2. 
 
 i    /~\    All  ye  nations,  blefs  our  God, 
 \J      And  loudly  fpeak  his  praife ; 
 Who  keeps  our  foul  alive,  and  ftill 
 Confirms  our  ftedfaft  ways. 
 
 2  O  \  come,  all  ye  that  fear  the  Lord  v 
 
 Attend  with  heedful  care, 
 Whilft  I  what  God  forme  has  done. 
 With  grateful  joy  declare. 
 
 3  As  I  before  his  aid  implor'd, 
 
 So  now  I  praife  his  name ; 
 Who,  if  my  heart  had  harbour'd  fin, 
 Would  all  my  prayers  difclaim. 
 
 4  But  God  to  me,  whene'er  I  cry'd. 
 
 His  gracious  ear  did  bend  ; 
 
 And  to  the  voice  of  my  requeft, 
 
 With  conftant  love  attend. 
 
 5  Then  blefs'd  for  ever  be  my  God, 
 
 Who  never,  when  I  pray, 
 With -holds  his  mercy  from  my  foul. 
 Nor  turns  his  face  away. 
 
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 PSALM        LXVIl 
 
 TO  blefs  thy  chofen  race, 
 In  mercy,  Lord,  incline  ; 
 And  caufe  the  brightnefs  of  thy  face 
 On  all  thy  faints  to  thine  : 
 
 That  fo  thy  wonderous  way 
 May  through  the  world  be  known  £ 
 Whilft  diftant  lands  their  tribute  pay, 
 And  thy  falvation  own. 
 
 Let  differing  nations  join 
 To  celebrate  thy  fame ; 
 Let  all  the  world,  O  Lord,  combine 
 To  praife  thy  glorious  name. 
 
 O  let  them  fhout  and  fing, 
 Diflblv'd  in  pious  mirth ; 
 For  thou,  the  righteous  Judge  and  King, 
 Shalt  govern  all  the  earth. 
 
 Let  differing  nations  join 
 To  celebrate  thy  fame ; 
 Let  all  the  world,  O  Lord,  combine 
 To  praife  thy  glorious  name. 
 
 Then  God  upon  our  land 
 Shall conftant  bleflmgs  mower; 
 And  all  the  world  in  awe  mail  ftand 
 Of  his  refiftlefs  power. 
 
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 PSALM        LXVII.       O.    V 
 
 1  T  TAVE  mercy  onus,  Lord, 
 J[~X     And  grant  to  us  thy  grace  : 
 
 To  mew  to  us,  do  thou  accord, 
 The  brightnefs  of  thy  face. 
 
 2  That  all  the  earth  may  know 
 The  way  to  godly  wealth  : 
 
 And  all  the  nations  here  below 
 May  fee  thy  faving  health. 
 
 3  Let  all  the  world,  O  God, 
 Give  praife  unto  thy  name  : 
 
 And  let  the  people  all  abroad 
 Extol  and  laud  the  fame. 
 
 4.      Throughout  the  world  fo  wide 
 Let  all  rejoice  with  mirth  ; 
 For  thou  with  truth  and  right  doft  guide 
 The  nations  of  the  earth.  . 
 
 5       Let  all  the  world,  O  God, 
 Give  praife  unto  thy  name  ; 
 And  let  the  people  all  abroad 
 Extol  and  laud  the  fame. 
 
 5       Then  mall  the  earth  increafe, 
 Great  ffore  of  fruit  fhall  fall, 
 And  then  our  God,  the  God  of  peace, 
 Shall  ever  blefs  us  all. 
 
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 PSALM       LXVIII, 
 
 i  /TAO  God  your  voice  in  anthems  raife ; 
 X        Jehovah's  awful  name  he  bears  ; 
 In  him  rejoice,  extol  his  praife, 
 
 Who  rides  upon  high-rolling  fpheres. 
 
 2  Him,  from  his  empire  of  the  fides, 
 
 To  this  low  world,  companion  draws, 
 The  orphan's  claim  to  patronize, 
 And  judge  the  injur'd  widow's  caufe. 
 
 3  For  benefits  each  day  beftow'd, 
 
 Be  daily  his  great  name  ador'd  ; 
 He  is  our  Saviour  and  our  God, 
 
 Of  life  and  death  the  fovereign  Lord. 
 
 PSALM        L XXIII. 
 
 i  TT7HOM  then  in  heaven,  but  thee  alone, 
 VV       Have  I,  whofe  favour  I  require? 
 Throughout  the  fpacious  earth  there's  none 
 That  I  befides  thee  can  defire. 
 
 2  My  trembling  flefh  and  aking  heart, 
 
 May  often  fail  to  fuccour  me  ; 
 But  God  ihall  inward  ftrength  impart, 
 And  my  eternal  portion  be. 
 
 3  For  they  that  far  from  thee  remove, 
 
 Shall  into  fudden  ruin  fall : 
 If  after  other  Gods  they  rove, 
 Thy  vengeance  mall  deftroy  them  all. 
 
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 4  But  as  for  me,  'tis  good  and  juft 
 That  I  mould  ftill  to  God  repair  ; 
 In  him  I  always  put  my  truft, 
 
 And  will  his  wonderous  works  declare. 
 
 PSALM         LXXVII.       O.    V. 
 
 1  T  Will  regard  and  think  upon 
 Jt  The  working  of  the  Lord  : 
 And  all  his  wonders  part  and  gone, 
 
 I  gladly  will  record. 
 
 2  Yea,  all  his  works  I  will  declare, 
 
 And  what  he  did  devife : 
 To  tell  his  fa&s  I  will  not  fpare, 
 And  all  his  counfels  wife. 
 
 3  Thy  works,  O  Lord,  are  all  upright, 
 
 And  holy  all  abroad  : 
 What  one  hath  ftrength  to  match  the  might 
 Of  thee,  the  Lord  our  God  ? 
 
 4  Thou  art  a  God  that  doll:  forth  mow 
 
 Thy  wonders  every  hour  : 
 And  fo  doit  make  thy  people  know 
 Thy  virtue  and  thy  power. 
 
 PSALM        LXXXIV. 
 
 OGOD  of  holts,  the  mighty  Lord, 
 How  lovely  is  the  place, 
 Where  thou,  enthron'd  in  glory,  fhew'ft 
 The  brightnefs  of  thy  face  ! 
 
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 2  My  longing  foul  faints  with  defire 
 
 To  view  thy  bleft  abode  ; 
 My  panting  heart  and  flefh  cry  out 
 For  thee  the  living  God. 
 
 3  O  Lord  of  holts,  my  King  and  God, 
 
 How  highly  bleft  are  they, 
 Who  in  thy  temple  always  dwell, 
 And  there  thy  praife  difplay  ! 
 
 4  Thrice  happy  they,  whofe  choice  has  thee 
 
 Their  lure  protection  made  ; 
 Who  long  to  tread  the  facred  ways 
 That  to  thy  dwelling  lead  ! 
 
 5  For  God,  who  is  our  fun  and  fhield, 
 
 Will  grace  and  glory  give  ; 
 And  no  good  thing  will  he  with-hold 
 From  them  that  juftly  live. 
 
 PSALM        LXXXIV.       O.    V. 
 
 i   TTOW  pleafant  is  thy  dwelling-place, 
 JL  X     O  Lord  of  hofts,  to  me  ? 
 The  tabernacles  of  thy  grace, 
 How  plea&nt,  Lord,  they  be  ! 
 
 2  My  foul  doth  long  full  fore  to  go 
 Into  thy  courts  abroad ; 
 My  heart  and  flefh  cry  out  alfo 
 For  thee  the  living  God. 
 
 -;  Oh  they  be  bleffed  that  may  dwell 
 Within  thy  houfe  always  : 
 
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 For  they  all  times  thy  facls  do  tell, 
 And  ever  give  thee  praife. 
 
 4  Yea,  happy  fure  like  wife  are  they, 
 Whofe  ftay  and  ftrength  thou  art: 
 Who  to  thy  houfe  do  mind  the  way, 
 And  feek  it  in  their  heart. 
 
 sj  From  ftrength  to  ftrength  they  go  full  fart, 
 No  faintnefs  there  fhall  be  : 
 And  fo  the  God  of  gods  at  laft 
 In  Sion  they  do  fee. 
 
 PSALM        LXXXV. 
 
 i   nr^  O  all  that  fear  his  holy  name 
 I       His  fure  falvation's  near; 
 And  in  it's  former  happy  ftate 
 Our  nation  fhall  appear. 
 
 2  For  mercy  now  with  truth  is  join'd, 
 
 And  righteoufnefs  with  peace, 
 Like  kind  companions,  abfent  long, 
 With  friendly  arms  embrace. 
 
 3  Truth  from  the  earth  fhall  fpriog,  whiift  heaven 
 
 Shall  itreams  of  juilice  pour  ; 
 And  God,  from  whom  all  goodnefs  flows, 
 Shall  endlefs  plenty  fliower. 
 
 4  Before  him  righteoufnefs  fhall  inarch, 
 
 And  his  juft  paths  prepare  ; 
 Whiift  we  his  holy  ftcps  purfue, 
 With  conitant  zeal  $nd  care. 
 
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 PSALM        LXXXVI. 
 
 1  T"\0  thou,  O  God,  preferve  my  foul, 
 I  3     That  does  thy  name  adore  ; 
 
 Thy  fervant  keep  ;  and  him,  whofe  truft 
 Relies  on  thee,  reftore. 
 
 2  To  me,  who  daily  thee  invoke, 
 
 Thy  mercy,  Lord,  extend  ; 
 Refrefh  thy  Servant's  foul,  whofe  hopes 
 On  thee  alone  depend, 
 
 3  Thou,  Lord,  art  good  ;  not  only  good, 
 
 But  prompt  to  pardon  too  ; 
 Of  plenteous  mercy  to  all  thofe 
 Who  for  thy  mercy  fue. 
 
 4  To  my  repeated  humble  prayer, 
 
 O  Lord,  attentive  be  ! 
 When  troubled,  I  on  thee  will  call, 
 For  thou  wilt  anfwer  me. 
 
 PSALM        LXXXIX, 
 
 i    rTHHY  mercies,  Lord,  mail  be  my  fong, 
 JL     My  fong  on  them  {hall  ever  dwell : 
 To  ages  yet  unborn  my  tongue 
 Thy  never-failing  truth  fhall  tell. 
 
 2  For  thy  ftupendous  truth  and  love, 
 
 Both  heaven  and  earth  juft  praifes  owe, 
 By  choirs  of  angels  fung  above, 
 And  by  afiembled  faints  below. 
 
 D  3  3  What 
 
(     4+    ) 
 
 3  What  feraph  of  celeftial  birth 
 
 To  vie  with  Ifrael's  God  fhall  dare  ? 
 Or  who  among  the  gods  of  earth, 
 With  our  almighty  Lord  compare  ? 
 
 4  With  reverence  and  religious  dread, 
 
 His  fervants  to  his  houfe  lhould  prefs  : 
 His  fear  through  all  their  hearts  mould  fpread. 
 Who  his  almighty  name  confefs. 
 
 5  Lord  God  of  armies,  who  can  boaft 
 
 Offtrength  and  power,  like  thine  renown'd; 
 Of  fuch  a  numerous  faithful  hoft, 
 
 As  that  which  does  thy  throne  furround  ? 
 
 6  Thou  doft  the  lawlefs  fea  control, 
 
 And  change  the  profpecl  of  the  deep : 
 Thou  mak'ft  the  fleeping  billows  roll, 
 Thou  mak'fl  the  rolling  billows  fleep, 
 
 7  In  thee  the  fovereign  right  remains 
 
 Of  earth  and  heaven  :  thee,  Lord,  alone 
 The  world  and  all  that  it  contains, 
 Their  Maker  and  Freferver  own. 
 
 S  Thy  arm  is  mighty,  ftrong  thy  hand, 
 
 Yet,  Lord,  thou  doll:  with  jullice  reign  : 
 Pofleft  of  abfolute  command. 
 
 Thou  truth  and  mercy  doft  maintain  ! 
 
 psalm      xc. 
 
 ■s 
 
 O  teach  us,  Lord,  the  uncertain  Aim 
 Of  our  ihort  days  to  mind ; 
 
 That 
 
(    45     ) 
 
 That  to  true  wifdom  all  our  hearts 
 May  ever  be  inclin'd. 
 
 2  Oh  to  thy  fervants,  Lord,  return, 
 
 And  fpeedily  relent  ! 
 As  we  of  our  mifdeeds,  do  thou 
 Of  our  juft  doom,  repent. 
 
 3  To  fatisfy  and  cheer  our  fouls, 
 
 Thy  early  mercy  lend  ; 
 That  we  may  all  our  days  to  come, 
 In  joy  and  comfort  fpend. 
 
 4.  Let  happy  times  with  large  amends 
 Dry  up  our  former  tears  ; 
 Or  equal  at  the  leaf!  the  term 
 Of  our  afflicted  years. 
 
 5  To  all  thy  fervants,  Lord,  let  this 
 
 Thy  wonderous  work  be  known  ; 
 And  to  our  offspring  yet  unborn, 
 Thy  glorious  power  be  mown. 
 
 6  Let  thy  bright  rays  upon  us  mine, 
 
 Give  thou  our  work  fuccefs ; 
 The  glorious  work  we  have  in  hand, 
 Do  thou  vouchfafe  toblefs. 
 
 A  L   M        X  C  I 
 
 H 
 
 E,  that  hath  God  his  guardian  made* 
 Shall  under  the  Almighty's  lhade 
 Secure  and  undifturb'd  abide  : 
 
 Thus 
 
(     46     ) 
 
 Thus  to  my  foul  of  him  I'll  fay, 
 He  is  my  fortrefs  and  my  ftay, 
 My  God,  in  whom  I  will  confide. 
 
 2  Thy  tender  love  and  watchful  care 
 Shall  free  me  from  the  fowler's  fnare, 
 
 And  from  the  noifome  peftilence  : 
 Thou  over  me  thy  wings  fhait  fpread, 
 And  cover  my  unguarded  head  ; 
 
 Thy  truth  mail  be  my  ftrong  defence. 
 
 3  No  terrors  that  furprife  by  night, 
 Shall  thy  undaunted  courage  fright ; 
 
 Nor  deadly  ihafts  that  fly  by  day  : 
 Nor  plague  of  unknown  rife  that  kills 
 In  darknefs,  nor  infectious  ills 
 
 That  in  the  hotteft  feafons  flay. 
 
 4  A  thoufand  at  thy  fide  fhall  die, 
 At  thy  right  hand  ten  thoufand  lie, 
 
 While  thy  firm  health  untouch'd  remains  : 
 Thou  only  malt  look  on  and  fee 
 The  wicked's  difmal  tragedy, 
 
 And  count  the  finner's  mournful  gains. 
 
 5  Becaufe,  with  well-plac'd  confidence, 
 Thou  mak'ft  the  Lord  thy  fure  defence, 
 
 And  on  the  Higheft  doft  rely ; 
 Therefore  no  ill  mail  thee  befall, 
 Nor  to  thy  healthful  dwelling  fhall 
 
 Any  infectious  plague  draw  nigh. 
 
 6  For  he,    throughout  thy  happy  days, 
 To  keep  thee  fafe  in  all  thy  ways 
 
 Shall  give  his  angels  ftricl  commands ; 
 
 And 
 
(     47     ) 
 
 And  they,  left  thou  mould  chance  to  meet 
 
 With  fome  rough  ftone  to  wound  thy  feet, 
 
 Shall  bear  thee  fafely  in  their  hands. 
 
 psalm     xcn. 
 
 i   T  TOW  good  and  pleafant  muft  it  be 
 Jti     To  thank  the  Lord  moft  high  ! 
 And  with  repeated  hymns  of  praife, 
 His  name  to  magnify  ! 
 
 2  With  every  morning's  early  dawn, 
 
 His  goodnefs  to  relate  ; 
 And  of  his  conftant  truth,  each  night, 
 The  glad  effects  repeat. 
 
 3  To  ten-ftring"d  instruments  we'll  flng, 
 
 With  tuneful  pfalt'ries  join'd; 
 And  to  the  harp,  with  folemn  founds, 
 For  facred  ufe  defign'd. 
 
 4  For  through  thy  wonderous  works,  O  Lord, 
 
 Thou  mak'ftmy  heart  rejoice  ; 
 The  thoughts  of  them  mall  make  me  glad, 
 And  fliout  with  cheerful  voice. 
 
 PSALM  X  C  I  1 1 . 
 
 i   TT7TTH  glory  clad,  with  ftrength  array'd, 
 \  V     The  Lord,  that  o'er  all  nature  reigns, 
 The  world's  foundation  ftronglv  laid, 
 And  the  vaft  fabric  ftill  fuftains. 
 
 How 
 
■     (     4*     ) 
 
 z  How  Aire  eftablim'd  is  thy  throne, 
 
 Which  £hall  no  change  or  period  fee  ! 
 F.or  thou,  O  Lord,  and  thou  alone, 
 Art  God  from  all  eternity. 
 
 3  The  floods,  O  Lord,  lift  up  their  voice, 
 And  tofs  the  troubled  waves  on  high; 
 But  God  above  can  ftiil  their  noife, 
 And  make  the  angry  fea  comply. 
 
 3  Thy  promife,  Lord,  is  ever  fure; 
 
 And  they  that  in  thy  houfe  would  dwell, 
 That  happy  ftation  to  fecure, 
 Muft  (till  in  holinefs  excel. 
 
 ■B 
 
 PSALM        XCIV. 
 
 LEST*  is  the  man  whom  thou,  O  Lord, 
 In  kindnefs  doth  chaftife  ; 
 And  by  thy  facred  rules  to  walk 
 Doft  lovingly  advife. 
 
 2  This  man  mall  reft  and  fafety  find 
 
 In  feafons  of  diftrefs  : 
 Whilft  God  prepares  a  pit  for  thofe, 
 That  ftubbornly  tranfgrefs. 
 
 3  For  God  will  never  from  his  faints 
 
 His  favour  wholly  take  ; 
 His  own  pofTeflion  and  his  lot 
 He  will  not  quite  forfake. 
 
 4  The  world  mail  then  confefs  thee  juft 
 
 In  all  that  thou  haft  done  ; 
 
 And 
 
(     49     ) 
 
 And  thofe  that  chufe  thy  upright  way 
 Shall  in  thofe  paths  go  on. 
 
 p  s  A  l  m      xcv. 
 
 1  /~\   Come,  loud  anthems  let  us  fing, 
 \J  Loud  thanks  to  our  almighty  Ring, 
 For  we  our  voices  high  mould  raife, 
 When  our  falvation's  rock  we  praife. 
 
 2  Into  his  prefence  let  us  hafte, 
 
 To  thank  him  for  his  favours  part: 
 To  him  addrefs,  in  joyful  fongs, 
 The  praife  that  to  his  name  belongs. 
 
 3  For  God  the  Lord,  enthron'd  in  flate, 
 Is,  with  unrival'd  glory,  great ; 
 
 .  A  King  fuperior  far  to  all, 
 Whom,  by  his  title,  God  we  call. 
 
 4  The  depths  of  earth  are  in  his  hand, 
 Her  fecret  wealth  at  his  command  ; 
 
 The  ftrength  of  hills,  that  reach  the  ikies, 
 Subjected  to  his  empire  lies. 
 
 5  The  rolling  ocean's  vaft  abyfs 
 
 By  the  fame  fovereign  right  is  his ; 
 'Tis  mov'd  by  his  almighty  hand, 
 That  form'd  and  fix'd  the  folid  land. 
 
 6  O  let  us  to  his  courts  repair, 
 And  bow  with  adoration  there ; 
 Down  on  our  knees  devoutly  all 
 ^Before  the  Lord  our  Maker  fall. 
 
 PSALM 
 
(     50    ) 
 
 PSALM      XCVI 
 
 SING  to  the  Lord  a  new-made  fong  ; 
 Let  earth,  in  one  aflembled  throng, 
 Her  common  patron's  praife  refound  : 
 Sing  to  the  Lord,  and  blefs  his  name, 
 From  day  to  day  his  praife  proclaim, 
 
 Who  us  has  with  falvation  crown'd  : 
 To  heathen  lands  his  fame  rehearfe, 
 His  wonders  to  the  univerfe. 
 
 Proclaim  aloud,  Jehovah  reigns! 
 Whofe  power  the  univerfe  fuitains, 
 
 And  banifh'd  Juftice  will  reftore  : 
 Let  therefore  heaven  new  joys  confe/s, 
 And  heavenly  mirth  let  earth  exprefs  ; 
 
 It's  loud  applaufe  the  oceans  roar  j 
 It's  mute  inhabitants  rejoice, 
 And  for  this  triumph  find  a  voice. 
 
 For  joy  let  fertile  vallies  fing, 
 
 The  cheerful  groves  their  tribute  bring ; 
 
 The  tuneful  choir  of  birds  awake, 
 The  Lord's  approach  to  celebrate, 
 Who  nowfets  out,  with  awful  ftate, 
 
 His  circuit  through  the  earth  to  take  ; 
 From  heaven  to  judge  the  world  he's  come, 
 With  juftice  to  reward  and  doom. 
 
 psalm     xcvi,      o.  v. 
 
 'S 
 
 ING  ye  with  praife  unto  the  Lord, 
 New  fongs  with  joy  and  mirth ; 
 
 Sinj 
 
(     5«     ) 
 
 Sing  unto  him  with  one  accord* 
 All  people  on  the  earth. 
 
 2  Yea,  fing  unto  the  Lord  alway, 
 
 Praife  ye  his  holy  name  : 
 Declare  and  mew  from  day  to  day 
 Salvation  by  the  fame. 
 
 3  Among  the  people  all  declare 
 
 His  honour  round  about  : 
 To  fhew  his  wonders  do  not  fpare 
 In  att  the  world  throughout. 
 
 -r 
 
 For  why  ?  the  Lord  is  great  in  might, 
 
 And  worthy  of  all  praife  : 
 And  he  is  to  be  fear'd  of  right, 
 
 Above  all  Gods  always. 
 
 psalm     x  cvi  i . 
 
 i    JEHOVAH  reigns,  let  all  the  earth 
 J    In  his  juft  government  rejoice  ; 
 Let  all  the  ifles,  with  facred  mirth, 
 In  his  applaufe  unite  their  voice. 
 
 -2  You,  who  to  ferve  this  Lord  afpire, 
 Abhor  what's  ill,  and  truth  efteem  : 
 He'll  keep  his  fervants  fouls  entire, 
 And  them  from  wicked  hands  redeem. 
 
 5   For  feeds  are  fown  of  glorious  light, 
 A  future  harveft  for  the  juft ; 
 And  gladnefs  for  the  heart  that's  right 
 To  recompenfe  his  pious  truft. 
 
 E  4  Rejoice, 
 
(    5*    ) 
 
 4  Rejoice,  ye  righteous,  in  the  Lord, 
 Memorials  of  his  holinefs 
 Deep  in  your  faithful  breafts  record, 
 And  with  your  faithful  tongues  confefs. 
 
 PSALM  XCVIII. 
 
 Cant  ate  Domino. 
 
 !S 
 
 ING  to  the  Lord  a  new-made  fong, 
 Who  wonderous  things  has  done  ; 
 With  his  right-hand  and  holy  arm 
 The  conquefi  he  has  won. 
 
 z  The  Lord  has  through  the  aftonifli'd  world 
 Difplay'd  his  faving  might, 
 And  made  his  righteous  a&s  appear 
 In  all  the  heathens,  fight. 
 
 3  Of  Ifrael's  houfe,  his  love  and  truth 
 
 Have  ever  mindful  been  : 
 Wide  earth's  remoter!:  parts  the  power 
 Of  Ifrael's  God  have  feen. 
 
 4  Let  therefore  earth's  inhabitants 
 
 Their  cheerful  voices  raife, 
 And  all  with  univerfal  joy 
 Refound  their  maker's  praife. 
 
 PSALM        C. 
 
 ■w 
 
 ITH  one  confent  let  all  the  earth 
 To  God  their  cheerful  voices  raife ; 
 
 Glad 
 
(     53     ) 
 
 Glad  homage  pay  with  awful  mirth, 
 And  fing  before  him  fongs  of  praife. 
 
 2  Convinc'd  that  he  is  God  alone, 
 
 From  whom  both  we  and  all  proceed  ; 
 We,  whom  he  chufes  for  his  own, 
 The  flock  that  he  vouchsafes  to  feed. 
 
 3  O  enter  then  hi?  temple  gate, 
 
 Thence  to  his  courts  devoutly  prefo, 
 And  ftill  your  grateful  hymns  repeat, 
 And  ftill  his  name  with  praifes  blefs. 
 
 4  For  he's  the  Lord,  fupremely  good, 
 
 His  mercy  is  for  ever  fure  ; 
 His  truth,  which  always  firmly  ftood, 
 To  endlefs  ages  fhall  endure. 
 
 PSALM        C.        O.     V. 
 
 1  A    LL  people  that  on  earth  do  dwell, 
 jIjl     Sing  to  the  Lord  with  cheerful  voice  : 
 Him  ferve  with  fear,  his  praife  forth  tell, 
 
 Come  ye  before  him,   and  rejoice. 
 
 2  The  Lord,  ye  know,  is  God  indeed! 
 
 Without  our  aid  he  doth  us  make : 
 We  are  his  flock,  he  did  us  feed, 
 And  for  his  fheep  he  doth  us  take. 
 
 3  O  enter  then  his  gates  with  praife, 
 
 Approach  with  joy  his  courts  unto  : 
 Praife,  laud,  and  blefs  his  name  always, 
 For  it  is  feemly  fo  to  do; 
 
 4  For 
 
(    54    ) 
 
 For  way  ?  the  Lord  our  God  is  good, 
 His  mercy  is  for  ever  fare  : 
 
 His  truth  at  all  times  firmly  ftood, 
 And  mall  from  age  to  age  endure. 
 
 PSALM         CI  I. 
 
 I  TT7HEN  I  pour  out  my  foul  in  prayer., 
 \V       Do  thou,  O  Lord,  attend  j 
 To  thy  eternal  throne  of  grace 
 Let  my  fad  cry  afeend. 
 
 i  O  hide  not  thou  thy  glorious  face 
 In  times  of  deep  diftrefs; 
 Incline  thy  ear,  and,  when  I  call, 
 My  forrow  foon  redrefs. 
 
 3  My  days  juft  hardening  to  their  end, 
 Are  like  an  evening  ihade  : 
 My  beauty  does,  like  wither'd  grafs, 
 With  waning  luftre  fade. 
 
 4.  But  thy  eternal  ftate,  O  Lord, 
 No  length  of  time  fhall  wafte  ; 
 The  memory  of  thy  wonderous  works 
 From  age  to  age  fhall  laft. 
 
 psalm     cm. 
 
 MY  foul,  infpir'd  with  facred  love, 
 God's  holy  name  for  ever  biers ; 
 Of  all  his  favours  mkidful  prove, 
 And  ilill  thy  grateful  thanks  exprefs. 
 
 2    'TIS 
 
(    55     ) 
 
 2  'Tis  he  that  all  thy  fins  forgives, 
 
 And  after  ficknefs  makes  thee  found ; 
 From  danger  he  thy  life  retrieves, 
 
 By  him  with  grace  and  mercy  crown'd, 
 
 3  The  Lord  abounds  with  tender  love, 
 
 And  unexampled  afts  of  grace  ; 
 His  waken'd  wrath  does  flowly  move ; 
 His  willing  mercy  flies  apace. 
 
 4  God  will  not  always  harfhly  chide, 
 
 But  with  his  anger  quickly  part  ; 
 
 And  loves  his  punimment  to  guide, 
 
 More  by  his  love  than  our  defert. 
 
 5  As  high  as  heaven  it's  arch  extends 
 
 Above  this  little  fpot  of  clay  ; 
 So  much  his  boundlefs  love  tranfcends 
 The  fmall  regards  that  we  can  pay. 
 
 6  As  far  as  'tis  from  eaft  to  weft, 
 
 So  far  has  he    our  fins  remov'd  ; 
 Who,   with  a  father's  tender  bre 
 
 Hath  fuch  as  fear'd  him  always  lov'd. 
 
 psalm     c  1 1 1 .       p .      2 . 
 
 i    >~T~VHE  Lord,  the  univerfa!  King, 
 
 Jl      In  heaven  hath  fixt  his  lofty  throne  : 
 To  him,  ye  angels,  praifes  n;ig, 
 
 In  whofe  great  ftrength  his  power  is  mown, 
 
 2  Ye  that  hisjufl  commands  obey, 
 And  hear  and  do  his  facred  will ; 
 
 E  3  ye 
 
(    5«    ) 
 
 Ye  hofts  of  his,  this  tribute  pay, 
 Who  ftill  what  he  ordains  fulfil. 
 
 3  Let  every  creature  jointly  blefs 
 
 The  mighty  Lord  :  and  thou,  my  heart, 
 With  grateful  joy  thy  thanks  exprefs, 
 And  in  this  concert  bear  thy  part. 
 
 psalm      civ. 
 
 i   TJLESS  God, my  foul;  thou,  Lord,  alone, 
 J3   PoffefTeft  empire  without  bounds  ; 
 With  honour  thou  art  crown'd  ;  thy  throne 
 Eternal  Majefty  furrounds. 
 
 z  With  light  thou  doit  thyfelf  enrobe, 
 And  glory  for  a  garment  take  : 
 Heaven's  curtains  ftretch  beyond  the  globe, 
 Thy  canopy  of  Hate  to  make. 
 
 3  God  builds  on  liquid  air,  and  forms 
 
 His  palace-chambers  in  the  fkies  ; 
 The  clouds  his  chariots  are,  and  ftorms 
 The  fwift-wing'd  fteeds  on  which  he  flies. 
 
 4  As  bright  as  flame,  as  fwift  as  wind, 
 
 His  minifters  heaven's  palace  fill, 
 To  have  their  fundry  tafks  affign'd  ; 
 
 All  pleas'd  toferve  their  Sovereign's  will, 
 
 5  In  praifing  God,  while  he  prolongs 
 
 My  breath,  I  will  that  breath  employ  ; 
 And  join  devotion  to  my  fongs, 
 .Sincere  as  is  in  him  mv  jov. 
 
 6  When 
 
(     57     ) 
 
 6  While  finners  from  earth's  face  are  hurl'd, 
 My  foul,  praife  thou  his  holy  name, 
 'Till  with  my  fong  the  liftening  world 
 Join  concert,  and  his  fong  proclaim. 
 
 p  s  A  l  m      civ.      o.  v. 
 
 i   T\/TY  foul  praife  the  Lord,  fpeak  good  of  his 
 
 J.VJL  name  : 
 
 O  Lord,  our  great  God,  how  doft  thou  appear 
 
 So  pafiing  in  glory,  that  great  is  thy  fame; 
 Honour  and  majefty  in  thee  mines  moft  clear  ! 
 
 2  With  light  as  a  robe  thou  haft  thyfelf  clad  ; 
 Whereby  all  the  earth  thy  greatnefs  may  fee  : 
 
 The  heavens  in  fuch  fort  thou  alfo  haft  fpread, 
 That  they  to  a  curtain  compared  may  be. 
 
 3  His  chamber-beams  lie  in  the  clouds  full  fure, 
 Which  as  his  chariots,  are  made  him  to  bear  ; 
 
 And  there-  with   much   fwiftnefs  his  courfe  doth 
 
 endure, 
 •  Upon  the  wings  riding  of  winds  in  the  air. 
 
 4  He  maketh  his  fpirits  as  heralds  to  go, 
 And  lightnings,  to  ferve  we  fee  alfo  preft  : 
 
 His  will  to  accompliih  they  run  to  and  fro, 
 
 To  faveand  confume  things,  as  feemethhim  beft. 
 
 5  By  angels  in  heaven  of  every  degree, 
 
 And  faints  upon  earth  all  praife  be  addrefs'd, 
 To  God  in  three  perfons,  one  God  ever  blefs'd  ; 
 As  it  has  been,  now  is,  and  always  (hall  be. 
 
 PSALM 
 
(     58     ) 
 
 PSALM  CV. 
 
 1  /~\  Render  thanks,  and  blefs  the  Lord  ; 
 \_/  Invoke  his  facred  name  ; 
 Acquaint  the  nations  with  his  deeds, 
 
 His  matchlefs  deeds  proclaim. 
 
 2  Sing  to  his  praife  in  lofty  hymns, 
 
 His  wonderous  works  rehearfe  ; 
 Make  them  the  theme  of  your  difcourfe, 
 And  fubjecl  of  your  verfe. 
 
 3  Rejoice  in  his  almighty  name, 
 
 Alone  to  be  ador'd  : 
 And  let  their  hearts  o'errlow  with  joy, 
 That  humbly  feek  the  Lord. 
 
 4  Seek  ye  the  Lord,  his  faving  ftrength 
 
 Devoutly  ftill  implore : 
 And,  where  he's  ever  prefcnt,  feek 
 His  face  for  evermore. 
 
 PSALM         CV.        O.      V. 
 
 1  •'MVE  praifes  unto  God  the  Lord, 
 VJT   And  call  upon  his  name  : 
 Among  the  people  all  declare 
 
 His  works,  to  fpread  his  fame. 
 
 2  Sing  joyfully  unto  the  Lord, 
 
 Y  ea,  fing  unto  him  praife  : 
 And  talk  of  all  his  wonderous  works, 
 That  he  hath  wrought  always. 
 
 1  In 
 
(     V     ) 
 
 3  In  honour  of  his  holy  name 
 
 Rejoice  with  one  accord; 
 And  let  the  heart  alfo  be  glad 
 Of  them  that  feek  the  Lord, 
 
 4  Seek  ye  the  Lord,  and  feek  the  Itrength 
 
 Of  his  eternal  might : 
 Yea,  feek  his  face  incefiantly, 
 And  prefence  of  his  fight. 
 
 PSALM        CVK 
 
 i   /^\  Render  thanks  to  God  above> 
 \_J  The  fountain  of  eternal  love  ; 
 Whofe  mercy  firm  through  ages  paft 
 Has  ftood,  and  mall  for  ever  laft. 
 
 2  Who  can  his  mighty  deeds  exprefs, 
 Not  only  vaft,  but  numberlefs ! 
 What  mortal  eloquence  can  raife 
 His  tribute  of  immortal  praife ! 
 
 3  Happy  are  they,  and  only  they, 
 
 Who  from  thy  judgments  never  itray;  * 
 Who  know's  what's  right ;  nor  only  fo, 
 But  always  practife  what  they  know. 
 
 4  Extend  to  me  that  favour,  Lord, 
 Thou  to  thy  chofen  doit  afford  ; 
 When  thou  return'ft  to  fet  them  free, 
 Let  thy  falvation  viiit  me. 
 
 5   O  may  I  worthy  prove  to  fe 
 Thy  faints  in  full  pro/perry 
 
 e 
 tv! 
 
 >      That 
 
(     6o     ) 
 
 .'.'tat  I  the  joyful  choir  may  join, 
 And  count  thy  people's  triumph  mine. 
 
 6  Let  Ifrael's  God  be  ever  Weft. 
 His  name  eternally  confeft ; 
 Let  all  his  faints  with- full  accord, 
 Sing  loud  Amens — praife  ye  the  Lord. 
 
 psalm      cvi.     o.     v. 
 
 i   T)  RAISE  ye  the  Lord,  for  he  is  good, 
 JL       His  mercy  lafts  alway  : 
 V/ho  can  exprefs  his  noble  a&s, 
 Or  all  his  praife  difplay  ? 
 
 i  They  blefcd  are  that  judgment  keep. 
 And  juftly  do  alway  : 
 With  favour  of  thy  people,  Lord, 
 Remember  me  1  pray. 
 
 3  And  with  thy  faving  health,  O  Lord, 
 
 Vouchfafe  to  vint  me  : 
 That  I  the  great  felicity 
 Of  thy  elect  may  fee. 
 
 4  And  with  thy  people's  joy  I  may 
 
 A  joyful  mind  potiefs: 
 And  may,  with  thy  inheritance, 
 A  cheerful  heart  exprefs. 
 
 psalm      cxi, 
 
 ■p 
 
 RAISE  ye  the  Lord  ;  our  God  to  praife 
 Mv  foul  her  utmoft  power  mall  raife; 
 
 With 
 
(     61     ) 
 
 With  private  friends,  and  in  the  throng 
 Of  faints,  his  praife  fhall  be  my  fong. 
 
 2  His  works,  for  greatnefs,  though  renown'd^ 
 His  wonderous  works  with  eafe  are  found 
 
 By  thofe  who  feek  for  them  aright, 
 And  in  the  pious  fearch  delight. 
 
 3  His  works  are  all  of  matchl'efs  fame, 
 And  univerfal  glory  claim  ; 
 
 His  truth,  conhrm'd  through  ages  paft, 
 Shall  to  eternal  ages  laft. 
 
 4  By  precepts  he  has  us  enjoin'd, 
 
 To  keep  his  wonderous  works  in  mind  ; 
 
 And  to  pofterity  record, 
 
 That  good  and  gracious  is  our  Lord. 
 
 5  Juft  are  the  dealings  of  his  hands, 
 Immutable  are  his  commands , 
 By  truth  and  equity  fuftain'd, 
 And  for  eternal  rules  ordain' d. 
 
 6  Who  wifdom's  facred  prize  would  win, 
 Muft  with  the  fes  r  of  God  begin  ; 
 Immortal  praife    and  heavenly  fkill 
 Have  they  who  know  and  do  his  will. 
 
 PSALM        C  X I  I . 
 
 THAT  man  is  bleft  who  frauds  in  awe 
 Of  God,  and  loves  his  facred  law  : 
 His  feed  on  earth  fhall  be  renown'd, 
 And  with  fuccefhve  honours  crown'd  ! 
 
 2  His 
 
(    6z    ) 
 
 2  His  houfe  the  feat  of  wealth  mall  be, 
 An  inexhaufted  treafury  ; 
 
 His  juftice,  free  from  all  decay, 
 Shall  bleflings  to  his  heirs  convey. 
 
 3  The  foul,  that's  fill'd  with  virtue's  light, 
 Shines  brighteft  in  affliction's  night : 
 To  pity  the  diftrefs'd  inclin'd, 
 
 As  well  as  j uft  to  all  mankind. 
 
 4  His  liberal  favours  he  extends, 
 
 To  fome  he  gives,  to  others  lends : 
 Yet  what  his  charity  impairs, 
 He  faves  by  prudence  in  affairs. 
 
 5  Befet  with  threatning  dangers  round, 
 Unmov'd  fhall  he  maintain  his  ground  ; 
 Thefweet  remembrance  of  the  juft 
 Shall  flourifh  when  he  fleeps  in  duft. 
 
 PSALM        CXI  11^ 
 
 i   *\7E  faints  and  fervants  of  the  Lord, 
 j[       The  triumphs  of  his  name  record ; 
 His  facred  name  for  ever  blefs^ 
 Where'er  the  circling  fun  difplays 
 His  rifing  beams,  or  fetting  rays, 
 Due  praife  to  his  great  name  addrefs. 
 
 2  God  through  the  world  extends  his  fway  ; 
 The  regions  of  eternal  day 
 
 But  ihadows  of  his  glory  are  : 
 To  him,  whofe  majefry  excels, 
 Who  made  the  heaven  in  which  he  dwells, 
 Let  no  created  power  compare. 
 
 3  Though 
 
(    6i     ) 
 
 S  Though  'tis  beneath  his  (late  to  view 
 In  higheft  heaven  what  angels  do> 
 
 Yet  he  to  earth  vouchfafes  his  care  : 
 He  takes  the  needy  from  his  cell, 
 Advancing  him  in  courts  to  dwell, 
 
 Companion  of  the  greateft  there. 
 
 p  s  A  L  m       cxvii, 
 
 1  ^X/1™  cneerful  notes,  let  all  the  earth 
 
 V  V     To  heaven  their  voices  raife  ; 
 Let  all,  infpir'd  with  godly  mirth, 
 Singfolemn  hymns  of  praife. 
 
 2  God's  tender  mercy  knows  no  bound, 
 
 His  truth  fhall  ne'er  decay  : 
 Then  let  the  willing  nations  round, 
 Their  grateful  tribute  pay. 
 
 PSALM       cxvin. 
 
 1  S~\  Praife  the  Lord,  for  he  is  good, 
 V^/  His  mercies  ne'er  decay  ; 
 That  his  kind  favours  ever  lair, 
 
 Let  thankful  Ifrael  fay. 
 
 2  Then  open  wide  the  temple-gates, 
 
 To  which  the  j  ait  repair, 
 That  I  may  enter  in,  and  praife 
 My  .great  deliverer  there. 
 
 3  Within  thofe  gates  of  God's  abode 
 
 To  which  the  righteous  prefs, 
 
 F  Since 
 
(    64    ) 
 
 Since  thou  haft  heard,  and  fet  me  fafe, 
 Thy  holy  name  I'll  blefs. 
 
 4  That  which  the  builders  once  refus'd, 
 
 Is  now  the  corner  ftone  ; 
 This  is  the  wonderous  work  of  God, 
 The  work  of  God  alone. 
 
 5  This  day  is  God's  :  let  all  the  land 
 
 Exalt  their  cheerful  voice  : 
 Lord,  we  befeech  thee,  fave  us  now, 
 And  make  us  ftill  rejoice. 
 
 PSALM      CXIX.        Pi    I.      ALEPH. 
 
 i   T  TOW  bleft  are  they,  who  always  keep 
 J.  JL   The  pure  and  perfect  way  1  ' 
 
 Who  never  from  the  facred  paths 
 Of  God's  commandments  ftray  ! 
 
 2  Thrice  bleft  !    who  to  his  righteous  laws 
 
 Have  ftill  obedient  been  ! 
 And  have  with  fervent  humble  zeal 
 His  favour  fought  to  win. 
 
 3  Such  men  their  utmoft  caution  ufe, 
 
 To  fhun  each  wicked  deed  ; 
 
 And  in  the  path  which  he  directs 
 
 With  conftant  care  proceed. 
 
 4  Thou  ftriclly  haft  enjoin'd  us,  Lord, 
 
 To  learn  thy  facred  will  ; 
 And  all  our  diligence  employ 
 Thy  ftatutes  to  fulfil. 
 
 5  Oh 
 
(     6S     ) 
 
 5  Oh  then  that  thy  mofl  holy  will 
 Might  o'er  my  ways  preiide  I 
 And  I  the  courfe  of  all  my  life 
 By  thy  direction  guide  1 
 
 PSALM      CXIX.      P.    5.      HE., 
 
 1  TNSTRUCT  me  in  thy  ftatutes,  Lord, 
 j[   Thy  righteous  paths  difplay  ; 
 
 And  I  from  them,  through  all  my  life, 
 Will  never  go  aftray. 
 
 2  If  thou  true  wifdom  from  above 
 
 Wilt  gracioufly  impart  ; 
 To  keep  thy  perfect  laws  I  will 
 Devote  my  zealous  heart. 
 
 3  Direct  me  in  the  facred  ways 
 
 To  which  thy  precepts  lead  ; 
 
 Becaulb  my  chief  delight  has  been 
 
 Thy  righteous  paths  to  tread. 
 
 4  Do  thou  to  thy  moft  juft  commands 
 
 Incline  my  willing  heart  ; 
 Let  no  defire  of  worldly  wealth 
 From  thee  my  thoughts  divert. 
 
 psalm     cxix. 
 
 P.    17.     PE. 
 
 i   f  a  VHE  very  entrance  to  thy  word 
 X      Geleftial  light  difplay s : 
 And  knowledge  of  true  happinefs 
 To  fimple  minds  conveys. 
 
 F  2  With 
 
(    66    ) 
 
 z  With  eager  hopes  I  waiting  Rood, 
 And  fainted  with  defire, 
 That  of  thy  wife  commands  I  might 
 The  facred  fkiil  acquire. 
 
 3  With  favour,  Lord,  look  down  on  me, 
 
 Who  thy  relief  implore; 
 As  thou  art  wont  to  vifit  thofe 
 Who  thy  bleft  name  adore. 
 
 4  Directed  by  thy  heavenly  word, 
 
 Let  all  my  footfteps  be  ; 
 Nor  wickednefs  of  any  kind 
 Dominion  have  o'er  me. 
 
 PSALM        CXXI. 
 
 1  ^T*'0  Zion's  hill  I  lift  my  eyes, 
 
 X      From  thence  expecting  aid  ; 
 
 From  Zion's  hill,  and  Zion's  God, 
 
 Who  heaven  and  earth  has  made. 
 
 2  Then  thou,  my  foul,  in  fafety  reft, 
 
 Thy  guardian  will  not  fleep  ; 
 His  wa*chful  care,  that  Ifrael  guards, 
 Will  Ifrael's  monarch  keep. 
 
 3  Shelter'd  beneath  the  Almighty's  wings. 
 
 Thou  flialt  fecurely  reft, 
 Where  neither  fun  nor  moon  fhall  thee 
 By  day  or  night  moleft. 
 
 4  At  home,  abroad,  in  peace,  in  war, 
 
 Thy  God  fhall  thee  defend  : 
 
 Condi 
 
(  to   ) 
 
 Conduct  thee  through  life's  pilgrimage 
 Safe  to  thy  journey's  end. 
 
 psalm    exxx. 
 
 i       T\/TY  *"ou*  witn  Patience  v/a"lts 
 XVX  For  thee  the  living  Lord  : 
 My  hopes  are  on  thy  promife  built, 
 Thy  never-failing  word. 
 
 T 
 
 2  My  longing  eyes  look  out 
 For  thy  enlivening  ray  ; 
 
 More  duly  than  the  morning  watch, 
 To  fpy  the  dawning  day. 
 
 3  Let  Ifrael  truft  in  God, 
 
 No  bounds  his  mercy  knows ; 
 The  plenteous  fource  and  fpring  from  whence 
 Eternal  fuccour  flows. 
 
 4  Whofe  friendly  flreams  to  us, 
 Supplies  in  want  convey  ; 
 
 A  healin^fpring,  a  fpring  to  cleanfe 
 And  warn  our  guilt  away. 
 
 PSALM  CXXXIII. 
 
 i   T  T OW  vafi  muft  their  advantage  be, 
 XTL  How  great  their  pleafure  prove, 
 Who  live  like  brethren,  and  content 
 In  offices  of  love  ! 
 
 2  True  love  is  like  that  precious  oil 
 Which  pour'd  on  Aaron's  head, 
 
 F  3  Ran 
 
(    68    ) 
 
 Ran  down  his  beard,  and  o'er  his  robes, 
 It's  coftly  moiflure  fhed. 
 
 3  'Tis  like  refrefhing  dew  which  does 
 
 On  Hermon's  top  diftil  ; 
 Or  like  the  early  drops  that  fall 
 On  Zion's  fruitful  hill. 
 
 4  For  God  to  all,  whofe  friendly  hearts 
 
 With  mutual  love  abound, 
 Has  firmly  promis'd  length  of  days 
 With  conftant  bleffings  crown'd. 
 
 psalm      cxxxiii.     o.  v. 
 
 2  /~\  What  a  happy  thing  it  is, 
 V_y      And  joyful  for  to  fee, 
 Brethren  to  dwell  together  Ln 
 Friendfhip  and  unity. 
 
 2  'Tis  like  the  precious  ointment,  that 
 
 Was  pour'd  on  Aaron's  head  ; 
 Which  from  his  beard  down  to  the  fldrrs 
 Of  his  rich  garments  fpread. 
 
 3  And  as  the  lower  ground  doth  drink 
 
 The  dew  of  Hermon-hill ; 
 And  Zion,  with  his  filver  drops, 
 The  fields  with  fruit  doth  fill  . 
 
 4  Ev'n  fo  the  Lord  doth  pour  on  them 
 
 His  bleffings  manifold  : 
 Whofe  hearts  and  minds  fincerely  do 
 This  knot  faft  keep  and  hold. 
 
 PSALM 
 
(    «9    ) 
 
 "PSALM         CXXXV. 
 
 O 
 
 And  magnify  his  name  ; 
 Let  all  the  fervants  of  the  Lord 
 His  worthy  praife  proclaim. 
 
 2  Praife  him,  all  ye  that  in  his  houfe 
 
 Attend  with  conftant  care  ; 
 With  thofe  that  to  his  outmoft  courts*. 
 With  humble-zeal  repair. 
 
 3  For  this  our  trueft  intereft  is, 
 
 Glad  hymns  of  praife  to  fing ; 
 And  with  loud  fongs  to  blefs  his  nameJ: 
 A  moft  delightful  thing. 
 
 psalm      cxxxv  I. 
 
 i  '"TT^O  God,  the  mighty  Lord, 
 X        Your  joyful  thanks  repeat ; 
 To  him  due  praife  afford, 
 As  good  as  he  is  great : 
 For  God  does  prove 
 
 Our  conftant  friend ; 
 His  boundlefs  love 
 Shall  never  end. 
 
 z  To  him,  whofewonderous  power 
 All  other  gods  obey, 
 Whom  earthly  kings  adore, 
 This  grateful  homage  pay  : 
 For  God,  &c. 
 
 3- By 
 
(       70       ) 
 
 5  By  his  almighty  hand 
 
 Amazing  works  are  wrought ; 
 The  heavens,  by  his  command, 
 Were  to  perfection  brought : 
 For  God,  &c. 
 
 4  He  fpread  the  ocean  round 
 
 About  the  fpacious  land  ; 
 And  made  the  rifing  ground 
 Above  the  waters  ftand  : 
 For  God,  &c. 
 
 5  Through  heaven  he  did  difplay 
 
 His  numerous  hofts  of  light  ; 
 The  fun  to  rule  by  day, 
 
 The  moon  and  liars  by  night  ; 
 For  God,  &c. 
 
 6  Ke  does  the  food  fupply 
 
 On  which  all  creatures  live  ; 
 To  God,  who  reigns  on  high, 
 Eternal  praifes  give  : 
 For  God  will  prove 
 
 Our  conftant  friend  ; 
 His  boundlefs  love 
 Shall  never  end. 
 
 psalm   "  cxxxix. 
 
 THOU,  Lord,  by  GrideS  fearch  haft  known 
 My  riunjj-up  and  lying-down  ; 
 My  fecret  thoughts  are  known  to  thee, 
 Known  long  before  conceiv'd  by  me. 
 
 3  Thine 
 
(     7'     ) 
 
 2  Thy  eye  my  bed  and  paths  furveys, 
 My  public  haunts  and  private  ways ; 
 Thou  know'ft  what  'tis  my  lips  would  vent, 
 My  yet  unutfer'd  words'  intent. 
 
 3  Surrounded  by  thy  power  I  ftand, 
 On  every  fide  I  find  thy  hand  : 
 
 O  (kill,  for  human  reach  too  high. ! 
 Too  dazzling  bright  for  mortal  eye  ! 
 
 4  Oh  could  I  fo  perfidious  be, 
 
 To  think  of  once  deferring  thee  ! 
 
 Where,  Lord,  could  I  thy  influence  fhun  ? 
 
 Or  whither  from  thy  prefence  run  i 
 
 3 
 
 If  up  to  heaven  I  take  my  flight, 
 
 'Tis  there  thou  dwell'ft  enthron'd  in  light 
 
 Or  dive  to  hell's  infernal  plains, 
 
 'Tis  there  almighty  vengeance  reigns. 
 
 6  If  I  the  morning's  wings  could  gain, 
 And  fly  beyond  the  weftern  main, 
 Thy  fwifter  hand  would  firft  arrive, 
 And  there  arreft  thy  fugitive. 
 
 PS.U   M        CaLV.  P.     I. 
 
 I   ^TpKEE  I'll  extol,  my  God  and  King, 
 J[      Thy  endlefs  praife  proclaim  : 
 This  tribute  daily  1  will  bring, 
 And  ever  blefs  thy  name. 
 
 z  Thou,  Lord,  beyond  compare  art  great, 
 And  highly  to  be  prais'd  ; 
 
 Tto? 
 
(       72       ) 
 
 Thy  majefty,  with  boundlefs  height, 
 Above  our  knowledge  rais'd. 
 
 3  Renown  M  for  mighty  ads,  thy  fame 
 
 To  future  times  extends  ; 
 From  age  to  age  thy  glorious  name 
 Succeilively  defcends. 
 
 4  Whilft  I  thy  glory  and  renown, 
 
 And  v/onderous  works  exprefs  ; 
 The  world  with  me  thy  might  mall  own, 
 And  thy  great  power  confefs. 
 
 PSALM      cxlv.      p.      2. 
 
 i  ^npVriE  Lord  does  them  fupport  that  fall, 
 X        And  makes  the  proftrate  rife ; 
 For  his  kind  aid  all  creatures  call, 
 Who  timely  food  fupplies. 
 
 2  Whate'er  their  various  wants  require 
 
 With  open  hand  he  gives  : 
 
 And  fo  fulfils  the  juft  defire 
 
 Of  every  thing  that  lives. 
 
 3  How  holy  is  the  Lord,  how  juft  ! 
 
 How  righteous  all  his  ways  ! 
 How  nigh  to  him,  who  with  firm  trull: 
 For  his  aiuftance  prays  1 
 
 4  He  grants  the  full  defires  of  thofe 
 
 Who  him  with  fear  adore, 
 And  will  their  troubles  foon  compofe, 
 When  they  his  aid  implore. 
 
 PSALM 
 
(     73     ) 
 
 PSALM         CXLVI. 
 
 1  /^\   Praife  the  Lord,  and  thou,  my  foul, 
 V^/     For  ever  blefs  his  name  ; 
 
 His  wonderous  love,  while  life  mall  laft, 
 My  conftant  praife  fhall  claim. 
 
 2  On  kings,  the  greateft  fons  of  men, 
 
 Let  none  for  aid  rely  ; 
 They  cannot  fave  in  dangerous  times, 
 Nor  timely  help  apply. 
 
 3  Depriv'd  of  breath,  to  duft  they  turn, 
 
 And  there  neglected  lie  ; 
 And  all  their  thoughts  and  vain  defigns 
 Together  with  them  die. 
 
 4  Then  happy  he,  who  Jacob's  God 
 
 For  his  protector  takes ; 
 Who  ftill,  with  well-plac'd  hope,  the  Lord 
 His  conftant  refuge  makes. 
 
 5  The  God  that  does  in  Zion  dwell 
 
 Is  our  eternal  King  : 
 From  age  to  age  his  reign  endures, 
 Let  all  his  praifes  fing. 
 
 PSALM        CXLVI  I, 
 
 i    /~V    Praife  the  Lord  with  hymns  of  joy, 
 \J     And  celebrate  his  feme  !  * 
 
 For  |  .d  comely  'tis 
 
 To  praife  hib  holy  name. 
 
 z  He 
 
(     74    ) 
 
 «  He  kindly  heals  the  broken  hearts, 
 And  all  their  wounds  dothclofe; 
 He  tells  the  number  of  the  ftars, 
 Their  fevepal  names  he  knows. 
 
 g  Great  is  the  Lord,  and  great  his  power, 
 His  wifdom  has  no  bound  : 
 The  meek  he  raifes,  and  throws  down 
 The  wicked  to  the  ground. 
 
 4  To  God,  the  Lord,  a  hymn  of  praife 
 With  grateful  voices  fing  : 
 To  fongs  of  triumph  tune  the  harp, 
 And  ftrike  each  warbling  ftring. 
 
 Hallelujah-. 
 
 PS  AIM        CXLVIII. 
 
 1  XT'E  boundlefs  realms  of  joy, 
 
 \       Exalt  your  Maker's  fame  ; 
 His  praife  your  fongs  employ 
 Above  the  ftarry  frame  ; 
 Your  voices  raife,  ye  cherubim 
 And  feraphim,  to  fing  his  praife. 
 
 2  Thou  moon,  that  rul'ft  the  night, 
 
 And  fun  that  guid'ft  the  day  ; 
 Ye  glittering  ftars  of  light, 
 
 To  him  your  homage  pay  : 
 His  praife  declare,  ye  heavens  above, 
 And  clouds  that  move  in  liquid  air. 
 
 y  Let  them  adore  the  Lord, 
 
 And  praife  his  holy  name, 
 By  whole  almighty  word 
 
 They  all  from  nothing  came  : 
 
 An4 
 
(     75     ) 
 
 And  all  mall  laft  from  changes  free  j 
 His  firm  decree  ftands  ever  fait. 
 
 4  United  zeal  be  mown, 
 
 His  wonderous  fame  to  raife, 
 Whole  glorious  name  alone 
 
 Deferves  our  endlefs  praife. 
 Earth's  utmoftends  his  power  obey  ; 
 His  glorious  fway  the  fky  tranfcends. 
 
 5  His  chofen  faints  to  grace, 
 
 He  fets  them  up  on  high, 
 And  favours  Ifrael's  race, 
 
 Who  flill  to  him  are  nigh, 
 Oh  therefore  raife  your  grateful  voice, 
 And  ftill  rejoice  the  Lord  to  praife. 
 
 PSALM     .   CXL1X. 
 
 1  /~\   Praife  ye  the  Lor«,  prepare  your  glad 
 \J         voice, 
 
 His  praife  in  the  great  affembly  to  fmg. 
 In  our  great  Creator  let  Ifrael  rejoice, 
 
 And  children  of  Zion  be  glad  in  their  King. 
 
 2  Let  them  his  great  name  extol  in  the  dance ; 
 
 With  timbrel  and  harp  his  praifes  exprefs : 
 
 Who  always  takes  pleafure  his  faints  to  advance, 
 
 And  with  his  falvation  the  humble  to  blefs. 
 
 3  With  glory  adorn'd,  his  people  mall  fing 
 
 To  God,  who  their  beds  with  fafery  does  iliiekr; 
 
 G  Their 
 
(     76     ) 
 
 Their  mouths  filPd  with  praifes  of  him  their 
 
 great  King ; 
 Whilfl  a  two-edged  fvvord  their  right  hand  fhall 
 
 wield. 
 
 PSALM         C  L . 
 
 V  l   £~\   Praife  the  Lord,  in  that  bleft  place 
 
 \_J   From  whence  his  goodnefs  largely  flows; 
 Praife  him  in  heaven,  where  he  his  face 
 Unveil'd  in  perfect  glory  mews. 
 
 2  Praife  him  for  all  the  mighty  acts 
 
 Which  he  in  our  behalf  hath  done ; 
 His  kindnefs  this  return  exacts, 
 
 With  which  our  praife  mould  equal  run. 
 
 3  Let  the  flirill  trumpet's  warlike  voice 
 
 Make  rocks  and  hills  his  praife  rebound; 
 Praife  him  with  harp's  melodious  noife, 
 And  gentle  pfaltery's  friver  found. 
 
 4  Let  all  that  vital  breath  enjoy, 
 
 The  breath  he  does  to  them  afford, 
 In  juft  returns  of  praife  employ  ; 
 Let  every  creature  praife  the  Lord  ! 
 
 •too ocoe  coo3  oooo  too* oooo  oooo oooo oooo  oooo  ooo>oooo  •*»•  oooo  eooa  oooo oooo  > too  ooes  oooo 
 
 Vent  Creator  Spirit  us.     p.   I. 
 
 i    /""^tOME,  Holy  Ghoft,  eternal  God  I 
 V_>|     Proceeding  from  above, 
 Both  from  the  Father  and  the  Son, 
 Th«  God  of  peace  and  love. 
 
 2  Vifit 
 
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 z  Vifitour  minds,  and  into  us 
 Thy  heavenly  grace  infpirc  ; 
 That  truth  and  godlinefs  we  may 
 Purfue  with  full  defire. 
 
 3  Thou  art  the  very  Comforter 
 
 In  all  grief  and  diftrefs : 
 The  heavenly  gift  of  God  moft  high, 
 Which  no  tongue  can  exprefs : 
 
 4  The  fountain,  and  the  living  fpring 
 
 Of  joy  celeftial  : 
 The  fire  fo  bright,  the  love  fo  fweet, 
 And  undtion  fpiritual. 
 
 5  Thou  in  thy  gifts  art  manifold, 
 
 Whereby  ChrinVs  church  doth  (land  ; 
 In  faithful  hearts  writing  thy  law, 
 The  finger  of  God's  hand. 
 
 6  According  to  thy  promife  made, 
 
 Thou  giveft  fpeech  with  grace  : 
 That  through  thy  help  God's  praifes  may 
 Refound  in  every  place. 
 
 Veni  Creator  Spirit  us.      p.   2. 
 
 1  /^\    Holy  Ghoft,  into  our  fouls 
 \J      Send  down  thy  heavenly  light ; 
 Inflame  our  hearts,  with  fervent  love, 
 
 To  ferve  God  day  and  night. 
 
 2  Our  weaknefs  ftrengthen  and  confirm, 
 
 Which  feeble  is  and  frail : 
 
 G  2  That 
 
(     7«     ) 
 
 That  neither  devil,  world,  nor  flefh, 
 Again!!  us  may  prevail. 
 
 3  Cur  enemies  put  far  from  us, 
 
 And  help  us  to  obtain 
 Peace  in  our  hearts  with  God  and  man, 
 The  beft  and  trueft  gain. 
 
 4  And  grant,  O  Lord,  that  thou  being 
 
 Our  leader  and  our  guide, 
 We  may  efcape  the  fnares  of  lin, 
 And  never  from  thee  Hide. 
 
 5  Such  rreafures  of  thy  powerful  grace 
 
 Grant,  Lord,  to  us,  we  pray  ; 
 That  thou  may'ft  be  our  Comforter 
 At  the  laft  dreadful  day. 
 
 Veni  Creator  Spirit  us. 
 From  the  Office  of  Ordination  : 
 
 i    i^OME,  Holy  Ghoft,  our  fouls  inipi;: , 
 V^i   And  lighten  with  celeftial  fire, 
 Thou  the  anointing  Spirit  art, 
 Who  doll  thy  fevenfold  gifts  impart. 
 
 2  Thy  blefled  unction  from  above, 
 Is  comfort,  life,  and  fire  of  love ; 
 Enable  with  perpetual  light  r 
 The  dulriefs  of  our  binded  fight. 
 
 3  Anoint,   and  cheer  our  foiled  face 
 With  the  abundance  of  thy  grace. 
 
 KeeD 
 
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 Keep  far  our  foes,  give  peace  at  home  I 
 Where  thou  art  guide  no  ill  can  come. 
 
 4  Teach  us  to  know  the  Father,  Son, 
 And  Thee  of  both  to  be  but  One  ; 
 That  through  the  ages  all  along 
 
 This,  this  may  be  our  endlefs  fong 
 
 Fraife  God,  Sec. 
 
 Prayer  to  the  Holy  Ghojl,   to  be  fung  before  the 
 Sermon,     p.   I. 
 
 i    pOME,  Holy  Spirit,  God  of  might, 
 \_j     The"  Comforter  of  all : 
 Teach  us  to  know  thy  word  aright, 
 That  we  may  never  fall. 
 
 2  O  Holy  Ghoft,  vifit  our  land, 
 
 Defend  us  with  thy  fhield  : 
 Againft  all  fin  and  wickednefs, 
 Lord,  help  us  win  the  field. 
 
 3  O  Lord,  preferve  our  king,  and  blefs 
 
 His  counfel,  that  they  may 
 Be  fled i aft  in  the  gofpel  of 
 Our  Saviour  Chrili  alway. 
 
 4  O  Lord,  that  giv'ft  thy  holy  word, 
 
 Send  preachers  plenteoufly  : 
 That  in  the  fame  we  may  accord, 
 And  therein  live  and  die. 
 
 G  3  Pnp.  . 
 
(     So     ) 
 
 Prayer  to  the  Holy  Ghofl,  to  be  fung  before  the 
 Sermon,      p.   i. 
 
 1  S~\  Holy  Spirit,  guide  aright 
 \^J     The  preachers  of  thy  word, 
 That  thou  by  them  may*ft  cut  down  fin, 
 
 As  it  were  with  a  fword. 
 
 2  Depart  not  from  thy  pafrors  pure, 
 
 But  aid  them  at  their  need  ; 
 Who  break  to  us  the  bread  of  life, 
 Whereon  our  fouls  do  feed. 
 
 5  Convert  all  thofe  that  are  our  foes, 
 And  bring  them  to  thy  light  : 
 That  they  and  we  may  all  agree, 
 And  praife  thee  day  and  night. 
 
 4  In  our  time  give  thy  peace,  O  Lord, 
 To  nations  far  and  nigh  : 
 And  teach  them  all  thy  word,  that  they 
 May  fing  to  thee,  Moil-High. 
 
 The  Lamentation  of  a  Sinner. 
 
 1  y~V  Lord,  turn  not  thy  face  away 
 \^J  From  him  that  lies  proftrate, 
 Lamenting  fore  his  finful  life, 
 
 Before  thy  mercy-gate; 
 
 2  Which  thou  doft  open  wide  to  thofe, 
 
 That  do  lament  their  fin  : 
 O  fhut  it  not  againft  me,  Lord, 
 But  let  me  enter  in. 
 
 3  Call 
 
(     8i     ) 
 
 3  Call  me  not  to  a  ftritl  account 
 
 How  I  have  lived  here  : 
 For  then  I  know  right  well,  O  Lord, 
 Moft  vile  I  lhall  appear. 
 
 4  So  come  I  to  the  throne  of  grace, 
 
 Where  mercy  doth  abound, 
 Defiring  mercy  for  my  fin, 
 To  heal  my  deadly  wound. 
 
 5  O  Lord,  I  need  not  to  repeat, 
 
 What  I  do  beg  or  crave  : 
 For  thou  doit  know,  before  I  afk, 
 The  thing  that  I  would  have  : 
 
 6  Mercy,  good  Lord,  mercy  I  afk, 
 
 This  is  the  total  fum, 
 For  mercy,  Lord,  is  all  my  fuit ; 
 O  lee  thy  mercy  come  ! 
 
 ioa«t»oc  ccoe  e«-.»  ceo*  ooco  ace*  oooo  •coo  oeoc  coos  cc»e  »oo»  oc a i  ;«»o  eoos  coc  o  cot  s  xoa  vest 
 
 The  following  Verjions  are  more  modern. 
 
 PSALM         VI. 
 
 1  T    ORD,  in  thy  wrath  no  more  chaftife, 
 1  j  Nor  let  thy  whole  difpleafure  rife 
 
 Again  ft  a  child  of  man  : 
 Have  mercy,  Lord,  for  I  am  weak  ; 
 And  heal  my  foul  difeas'd  and  iick, 
 
 And  full  of  fin  and  pain. 
 
 2  Body  and  foul  thy  judgments  feel, 
 Thy  heavy  wrath  afflicts  me  ftiil  : 
 
 Oh  when  flail  it  be  o'er  ! 
 
 Turn 
 
/    • 
 
 (  fc  ) 
 
 Turn  thee,  O  Lord,  and  fave  my  foul, 
 And  for  thy  mercy's  fake  make  whole, 
 And  bid  me  fin  no  more. 
 
 3  The  Lord  hath  heard  my  groans  and  tears, 
 The  Lord  fhall  ftill  accept  my  prayers, 
 
 And  all  my  foes  o'erthrow  : 
 Shall  conquer  and  deftroy  them  too, 
 And  make  e'en  me  a  creature  new, 
 A  iinlefs  faint  below. 
 
 PSALM        VIII. 
 
 i   r  I  ^HOU,  the  God  of  power  and  grace, 
 
 L       Whom  higheft  heavens  adore, 
 Callefl  babes  to  fing  thy  praife, 
 
 And  manifeft  thy  power  : 
 Lo  !  they  in  thy  ftrength  go  on, 
 
 Lo  !  on  all  thy  foes  they  tread, 
 Caft  the  dire  accufer  down, 
 
 And  bruife  the  ferpent's  head. 
 
 2  Yet,  when  I  furvey  the  Ikies 
 
 And  planets  as  they  roll, 
 Wonder  dims  my  aching  eyes, 
 
 And  fwallows  up  my  foul ; 
 Moon  and  ftars  fo  wide  difplay, 
 
 Chant  their  maker's  praife  fo  loud, 
 Four  infufferable  day, 
 
 And  draw  me  up  to  God ! 
 
 What  is  man,  that  thou,  O  Lord, 
 
 Haft  fuch  refpect  to  him  ! 
 Comes  from  heaven  the  incarnate  Word, 
 
 His  creature  to  redeem  ; 
 
 Wherefore 
 
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 Wherefore  wouldft  thou  iloop  fo  low  ? 
 
 Who  the  myftery  fhall  explain  ? 
 God  is  fleih,  and  lives  below, 
 
 And  dies  for  wretched  men  ! 
 
 4.  Sovereign,  everlafting  Lord, 
 How  excellent  thy  name ! 
 Held  in  being  by  thy  word, 
 
 Thee  all  thy  works  proclaim    : 
 Through  this  earth  thy  glories  mine, 
 
 Through  thofe  dazzling  worlds  above* 
 All  confers  the  fource  divine,' 
 The  almighty  God  of  love  ! 
 
 PSALM         XV11I. 
 
 1  'THHEE  will  I  love,  O  Lord,  my  power: 
 
 X     My  rock  and  fortrefs  is  the  Lord, 
 My  God,  my  Saviour,  and  my  tower, 
 
 My  horn  and  ftrength,  my  fhield  and  fword; 
 Secure  I  truft  in  his  defence, 
 I  truft  in  his  omnipotence. 
 
 2  Still  will  I  invocatehis  name, 
 
 And  fpend  my  life  in  prayer  andpraiie, 
 His  goodnefs  own,  his  promife  claim, 
 
 And  look  for  all  his  faving  grace, 
 'Till  all  his  faving  grace  I  fee, 
 From  fin  and  hell  for  ever  free. 
 
 3  Pie  fav'd  me  in  temptation's  hour, 
 
 Horribly  caught  and  compafs'd  round, 
 Expos'd  to  fatan's  raging  power, 
 In  floods  of  fm  and  forrow  drown'd, 
 
 Condemn  \i 
 
(     *4     ) 
 
 Condemn'd  the  fecond  death  to  feel, 
 Arretted  by  the  pangs  of  hell. 
 
 4  To  God,  my  God,  with  plaintive  cry, 
 
 I  call 'd  in  agony  of  fear, 
 My  humble  wailing  pierc'd  the  Iky, 
 
 My  groaning  reach'd  his  gracious  ear. 
 He  heard  me  from  his  glorious  throne, 
 And  fent  the  timely  refcue  down. 
 
 PSALM        XIX. 
 
 i   '  |  ^HE  fpacious  firmament  on  high, 
 X      With  all  the  blue  ethereal  Iky, 
 And  fpangled  heavens,  a  fhining  frame, 
 Their  great  Original  proclaim  : 
 
 2  The  unwearied  fun,    from  day  to  day, 
 Does  his  Creator's  power  difplay, 
 And  publiihes  to  every  land, 
 
 The  work  of  an  Almighty  Hand. 
 
 3  Soon  as  the  evening  fhades  prevail, 
 The  moon  takes  up  the  wonderous  tale, 
 And  nightly  to  the  liftening  earth 
 Repeats  the  ftory  of  her  birth  : 
 
 4  While  all  the  ftars  that  round  her  burn, 
 And  all  the  planets  in  their  turn, 
 Confirm  the  tidings  as  they  roll, 
 
 And  fpread  the  truth  from  pole  to  pole. 
 
 5  What  though,  in  folemn  filence,  all 
 Move  round  the  dark  terreftrial  ball  : 
 
 What 
 
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 What  though  nor  real  voice  nor  found 
 Amid  their  radiant  orbs  be  found  : 
 
 6  In  reafon's  ear  they  all  rejoice, 
 And  utter  forth  a  glorious  voice, 
 For  ever  fmging,  as  they  ihine, 
 The  hand  that  made  us  is  divine. 
 
 psalm     xxiii. 
 
 1  /  i  VHE  Lord  my  pafture  mall  prepare, 
 
 X      And  feed  me  with  a  fhepherd's  care; 
 His  prefence  (hall  my  wants  fupply, 
 And  guard  me  with  a  watchful  eye  ; 
 My  noon-day  walks  he  mall  attend, 
 And  all  my  midnight  hours  defend. 
 
 2  When  in  the  fultry  glebe  I  faint, 
 Or  on  the  thirfcy  mountains  pant, 
 To  fertile  vales,  and  dewy  meads 
 
 My  weary,  wandering  fteps  he  leads ; 
 Where  peaceful  rivers,  foft  and  flow, 
 Amid  the  verdant  iandfkip  How. 
 
 3  Though  in  the  paths  of  death  I  tread, 
 With  gloomy  horrors  overfpread, 
 My  ftedfaft  heart  mall  fear  no  ill, 
 
 For  thou,  O  Lord,  art  with  me  Mill ; 
 Thy  friendly  crook  mail  give  me  aid, 
 And  guide  me  through  the  dreadful  made. 
 
 4  Though  in  a  bare  ard  rugged  way, 
 Through  devious  lonely  wilds  1  itray, 
 Thy  bounty  fhall  my  pains  beguile  : 
 TJie  barren  wildernefs  fhaii  fmiie, 
 
 With 
 
(    85.    ) 
 
 With  fudden  greens  and  herbage  crown'd* 
 And  ftreams  mall  murmur  all  around. 
 
 PSAL  M       XXXII, 
 
 i   TJ  LEST  is  the  man  fupremely  bleft, 
 X)  Whofe  wickednefs  is  all  forgiven, 
 Who  finds  in  JefVs  wounds  his  reft, 
 And  fees  the  fmiling  face  of  heaven. 
 
 2  The  guilt  and  power  of  fin  is  gone 
 
 From  him  that  doth  in  Chrift  believe  ; 
 Cover'd  it  lies,  and  ftill  kept  down, 
 And  buried  in  his  Saviour's  grave. 
 
 3  Bleft  is  the  man  to  whom  his  Lord 
 
 No  more  imputes  iniquity, 
 Wliofe  fpirit  is  by  grace  reftor'd, 
 From  all  the  guilt  of  fatan  free. 
 
 4  Free  from  defign  or  felfiih  aim, 
 
 Harmlefs  and  pure,  and  undefiTd, 
 A  fimple  follower  of  the  Lamb, 
 
 And  harmlefs  as  the  new-born  child. 
 
 5  Thou  art  my  hiding-place  ;  in  thee 
 
 I  reft  fecure  from  fin  and  hell, 
 Safe  in  the  love  that  ranfom'd  me, 
 And  fhelter'd  in  thy  wounds  I  dwell, 
 
 6  Still  mail  thy  grace  to  me  abound, 
 
 The  countlefs  wonders  of  thy  grace 
 I  ftill  fhall  tell  to  all  around, 
 
 And  fmg  my  great  deliverer's  .praife. 
 
 r  s  A  L  M 
 
(     8?     ) 
 
 PSALM         XXXVI. 
 
 i  ^"T^HE  Lord  fufrains  the  world  he  made, 
 X     Thy  love  preferves  both  man  and  beafl; 
 Beneath  thy  wing's  almighty  made 
 
 Thefonsof  men  fecurely  reft  ! 
 They  who  frequent  thy  hallow'd  place 
 Shall  banquet  on  thy  richeft  grace. 
 
 2  Their  fouls  (hall  drink  the  cryftal  ftream 
 
 Which  ever  ifiues  from  thy  throne  : 
 Fountain  of  joy  and  blifs  fupreme, 
 
 Eternal  life  and  thou  art  one; 
 To  us,  to  all  fo  freely  given, 
 The  light  of  life,  the  heaven  of  heaven  ! 
 
 3  Stay  then  with  thofe  that  know  thy  peace, 
 
 The  fimple  men  of  heart  fincere, 
 From  all  their  foes  and  fins  releafe, 
 
 From  pride  and  luft  redeem  them  here ; 
 Thy  utmoft  faving  grace  extend, 
 And  love,  Oh  love  them  to  the  end. 
 
 4.  The  prayer  is  feal'd ;  we  now  forefee 
 The  downfall  of  our  inbred  foes  : 
 Jefus  hath  got  the  victory, 
 
 His  own  right-hand  our  fins  o'erthrows; 
 •     Deftroys  their  being  with  their  power  ; 
 They  die,  they  fall  to  rife  no  more. 
 
 psalm     xlv.      p.   I. 
 
 I   1\/TY  'heart  is  full,  O  Chrift,  and  longs 
 .iVJL  It's  glorious  matter  to  declare ! 
 Of  thee  I  make  my  loftier  fongs, 
 
 And  will  not  from  thy  praife  forbear ; 
 
 H  My 
 
(     88     ) 
 
 My  ready  tongue  makes  hafte  to  fing 
 The  beauties  of  my  heavenly  King. 
 
 2  Fairer  than  all  the  earth-born  race, 
 
 Perfect  in  comelinefs  thou  art ; 
 ReplenifrVd  are  thy  lips  with  grace, 
 
 And  full  of  love  thy  tender  heart  ; 
 God  ever  bleft,  we  bow  the  knee, 
 And  own  all  fulnefs  dwells  in  thee. 
 
 3  Gird  on  thy  thigh  the  Spirit's  fword, 
 
 And  take  to  thee  thy  power  divine, 
 Stir  up  thy  flrength,  almighty  Lord, 
 
 All  power  and  majefty  are  thine  ; 
 Afiert  thy  wormip  and  renown, 
 O  all-redeeming  God,  come  down. 
 
 4  Come,  and  maintain  thy  righteous  caufe, 
 
 And  let  thy  glorious  toil  fucceed, 
 Pifpread  the  victory  of  thy  crofs, 
 
 Ride  on,   and  profper  in  thy  deed, 
 Through  earth  triumphantly  ride  on, 
 And  reign  in  all  our  hearts  alone. 
 
 PSALM        XLV.       P.        2. 
 
 >:    /~V  God  the  Son,  thy  fway  we  own, 
 \Jf  Thy  dying  love  doth  all  control ; 
 juftice  and  grace  fupport  thy  throne, 
 
 Set  up  in  every  faithful  foul ; 
 Stedfaft  it  ftands  in  them,  and  fure, 
 When  pure  as  thou,  O  Chrift,  art  pure. 
 
 2  Lover 
 
(     S9     ) 
 
 2  Lover  thou  art  of  purity, 
 
 And  hateft  every  jpot  of  iin, 
 Nothing  profane  can  dwell  with  thee, 
 
 Nothing  unholy  or  unclean  : 
 And  therefore  doth  thy  Father  own 
 His  glorious  likenefs  in  his  Son. 
 
 3  Therefore  he  hath  his  Spirit  fhed, 
 
 Spirit  of  joy,  and  power,  and  grace, 
 Immeafurably  on  thy  head  ; 
 
 Firft-born  of  all  the  chofen  race! 
 From  thee  the  facred  unclion  fprings, 
 That  makes  thy  fellows  priefts  and  kings. 
 
 4  Thee,  Jems,  King  of  kings,  and  Lord 
 
 Of  lords,  1  glory  to  proclaim, 
 From  age  to  age  thy  praife  record, 
 
 That  all  the  world  may  learn  thy  name 
 And  all  mall  foon  thy  grace  adore, 
 When  time  and  fm  fhall  be  no  more. 
 
 PSALM         XL  VI  I. 
 
 1  f~^  LORIOUS  is  the  Lord  moll  high, 
 VJT     Terrible  in  majefty  ; 
 
 He  his  fovereign  fway  maintains, 
 King  o'er  all  the  earth  he  reigns. 
 
 2  He  the  people  fhall  fubdue, 
 Make  us  kings  and  conquerors  too, 
 Force  the  nations  to  fubmit, 
 Bruife  our  fins  beneath  our  feet. 
 
 H  2  3  He 
 
(     'jo     ) 
 
 3  He  ft  all  bkfs  his  ranfom'd  ones, 
 Number  us  with  Ifrael's  fons  ; 
 God  our  heritage  fhall  prove, 
 Give  us  all  a  lot  of  love. 
 
 4  Jefus  is  gone  up  on  high, 
 Takes  his  feat  above  the  Iky  : 
 Shout  the  angel-choirs  aloud, 
 Echoing  to  the  trump  of  God  ! 
 
 5  Sons  of  earth,  the  triumph  join, 
 Pralfe  him  with  the  hoft  divine, 
 Emulate  the  heavenly  powers, 
 Their  victorious  Lord  is  ours. 
 
 6  Shout  the  God  enthroird  above, 
 Trumpet  forth  his  conquering  love  > 
 Praifes  to  our  Jefus  fmg, 
 
 Praifes  to  our  glorious  King  ! 
 
 7  Power  is  all  to  Jefus  given, 
 
 Power  o'er  hell,  and  earth,  and  heaven  ! 
 Power  he  now  to  us  impart^  : 
 Praife  him  with  believing  hearts. 
 
 PSALM         LXIII. 
 
 MY  God,  permit  my  tongue 
 This  joy,  to  call  thee  mine ; 
 And  let  my  early  cries  prevail 
 To  taftc  thv  love  divine. 
 
 2  Wirhu 
 
(     9i     ) 
 
 2  Within  thy  churches,  Lord, 
 I  long  to  find  my  place, 
 
 Thy  power  and  glory  to  behold, 
 And  feel  thy  quickening  grace. 
 
 3  For  life  without  thy  love 
 No  relifn  can  afford  ; 
 
 No  joy  can  be  compar'd  with  this, 
 To  ferve  and  pleale  the  Lord. 
 
 4  In  wakeful  hours  of  night, 
 I  call  my  God  to  mind  : 
 
 I  think  how  wife  thy  counfels  are, 
 And  all  thy  dealings  kind. 
 
 5  Since  thou  haft  been  my  help, 
 To  thee  my  fpirit  flies, 
 
 And  on  thy  watchful  providence 
 My  cheerful  hope  relies. 
 
 6  The  fhadow  of  thy  wings 
 My  foul  in  fafety  keeps : 
 
 I  follow  where  my  Father  leads, 
 And  he  fupports  my  fteps. 
 
 ?  s  A  L  M       LXXX1V. 
 
 LORD  of  the  worlds  above, 
 How  pleafant  and  how  fair, 
 The  dwelling  of  thy  love, 
 Thy  earthly  temples  are  ! 
 To  thy  abode  my  heart  afpires, 
 With  warm  defires  to  fee  my  God  ! 
 
 H  3  z  Oli 
 
(  £  J 
 
 2  O  happy  fouls  that  pray 
 
 Where  God  appoints  to  hear  : 
 O  happy  men  that  pay 
 
 Their  conftant  fervice  there  ! 
 They  praife  thee  (till:  and  happy  they 
 That  love  the  way  to  Zion's  hill. 
 
 3  They  go  from  ftrength  to  ftrength, 
 
 Through  this  dark  vale  of  tears, 
 'Till  each  o'ercomes  at  length, 
 
 'Till  each  in  heaven  appears. 
 O  glorious  feat  !  Thou  God  our  king 
 Shalt  thither  bring  our  willing  feet. 
 
 4  God  is  our  fun  and  fhield, 
 
 Our  light  and  our  defence ; 
 With  gifts  his  hands  are  nll'd, 
 We  draw  our  blefiings  thence  : 
 Ke  fhall  bellow  upon  our  race 
 Kis  faving  grace,  and  glory  too. 
 
 5  The  Lord  his  people  loves, 
 
 His  hand  no  good  witholds 
 From  thofe  his  heart  approves, 
 
 From  holy  humble  fouls, 
 Thrice  happy  he,  O  God  of  hoilir, 
 Whole  fpirit  trufts  alone  in  thee  ! 
 
 psalm      xcn. 
 
 Sabbath  Day. 
 
 SWEET  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King, 
 To  praife  thy  name,  give  thanks,  and  ling; 
 To  fhew  thy  love  by  morning-light, 
 And  talk  of  all  thy'truths  at  night. 
 
 2  Sweet 
 
(     93     ) 
 
 2  Sweet  is  the  day  of  facred  reft, 
 
 No  mortal  cares  mould  feize  my  breaft ; 
 Oh  may  my  heart  in  tune  be  found, 
 Like  David's  harp  of  folemn  found  ! 
 
 3  My  heart  mall  triumph  in  the  Lord, 
 And  blefs  his  work,  and  blefs  his  word  ; 
 Thy  works  of  grace  how  bright  they  fhine  ! 
 How  deep  thy  counfels  I  how  divine  ! 
 
 4  I  foon  mall  fee,  and  hear,  and  know, 
 What  mortals  cannot  reach  below  : 
 And  all  my  powers  find  fweet  employ, 
 In.  that  eternal  world  of  joy. 
 
 psalm     c. 
 
 Jubilate  Deo, 
 
 i   TJEFORE  Jehovah's  awful  throne, 
 j£5  Ye  nations,   bow  with  facred  joy  : 
 Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  alone  ; 
 He  can  create,  and  he  deftroy. 
 
 2  His  fovereign  power,  without  our  aid, 
 
 Made  us  of  clay,  and  form'd  us  men  ; 
 And  when  like  wandering  fheep  we  ftray'd, 
 He  brought  us  to  his  fold  again. 
 
 3  We'll  crowd  thy  gates  with  thankful  fongs-, 
 
 High  as  the  heavens  our  voices  raife  -r 
 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, 
 
 Finn 
 
(    9+    ) 
 
 Firm  as  a  rock  thy  truth  mall  ftand, 
 When  rolling  years  lhall  ceafe  to  move. 
 
 r  s  A  l  m       cxiv. 
 
 5   II  7HEN  Ifrael  freed  from  Pharoah's  hand, 
 \  V     Left  the  proud  tyrant  and  his  land, 
 The  tribes    with  cheerful  homage  own 
 Their  King  ;  and  Judah  was  his  throne. 
 
 2  Acrofs  the  deep  their  journey  lay, 
 The  deep  divides  to  make  them  way  : 
 Jordan  beheld  their  march,  and  fled 
 With  backward  current  to  his  head. 
 
 3  The  mountains  fhock  like  frighted  fheep ; 
 Like  lambs  the  little  hillocks  leap  : 
 
 Not  Sinai  on  his  bafe  could  itand, 
 Confcious  of  fovereiga  power  at  hand. 
 
 4  What  power  could  make  the  deep  divide  ? 
 Make  Jordan  backward  roil  his  tide  ? 
 Why  did  ye  leap,  ye  little  hills  ? 
 
 And  whence  the  fright  that  Sinai  feels  ? 
 
 5  Let  every  mountain,  every  flood 
 Retire,  and  know  the  approaching  God, 
 The  king  of  Ifrael  :  fee  him  here  ; 
 Tremble  thou  earth  ;  adore,  and  fear  ! 
 
 6  He  thunders,  and  all  nature  mourns  ;j 
 The  rock  to  (landing  pools  he  turns  ; 
 Flints  fpring  with  fountains  at  his  word, 
 And  fires  and  feas  confefs  the  Lord. 
 
 psalm 
 
(     9>     ) 
 
 PS  A  L  M         CXIV. 
 
 i  TT7HEN  Ifrael  out  of  Egypt  came, 
 W     And  left  the  proud  oppressor's  land. 
 Conducted  by  the  great  I  AM, 
 
 Safe  in  the  hollow  of  his  hand; 
 The  Lord  in  Ifrael  reign'd  alone, 
 And  Judah  was  his  favourite  throne. 
 
 2  The  fea  beheld  his  power,  and  fled, 
 
 Difparted  by  the  wonderous  red, 
 Jordan  ran  backward  to  his  head, 
 
 And  Sinai  felt  the  incumbent  God  ; 
 The  mountain's  fkip'd  like  frighted  rams, 
 The  hills  leap'd  after  them  as  lambs. 
 
 3  What  ail'd  thee,  O  thou  trembling  fea, 
 
 What  horror  turn'd  the  river  back  ? 
 Was  nature's  God  difpleas'd  at  thee  ? 
 
 And  why  fhould  hills  and  mountains  (hake  ? 
 Ye  mountains  huge,  who  fkip'd  like  rams, 
 Ye  hills,  who  leap'd  as  frighted  lambs ! 
 
 4  Earth,  tremble  on,  With  all  thy  fons, 
 
 In  prefence  of  thy  awful  Lord, 
 Whofe  power  inverted  nature  owns 
 
 Her  only  law  his  fovereign  word  : 
 He  makes  the  centre  with  a  nod, 
 And  heaven  bows  down  to  Jacob's  God. 
 
 5  Creation  varied  by  his  hand 
 
 The  omnipotent  Jehovah  knows  : 
 The  fea  is  turn'd  to  foiid  land, 
 The  rock  into  a  fountain  flows  ; 
 
 And 
 
(    96    ) 
 
 And  all  things,  as  they  change,  proclaim 
 Their  Lord  eternally  the  fame. 
 
 PSALM  CXVI. 
 
 1  f^\  Thou,  who  when  I  did  complaid, 
 V^/   Didft  all  my  griefs  remove, 
 
 O  Saviour,  do  not  now  difdain 
 My  humble  praife  and  love. 
 
 2  Since  thou  a  pitying  ear  didft  give, 
 
 And  heardft  me  when  I  pray'd, 
 I'll  call  upon  thee  while  I  live, 
 And  never  doubt  thy  aid. 
 
 3  Pale  death,  with  all  his  ghaftly  train, 
 
 My  foul  encompaft  round, 
 Anguifh  and  fin,  and  dread,  and  pain, 
 On  every  fide  I  found. 
 
 4  To  thee,  O  Lord  of  life,  I  pray'd, 
 
 And  did  for  fuccour  flee : 
 O  fave  (in  my  diftrefs  I  faid) 
 The  foul  that  trufts  in  thee  ! 
 
 5  How  good  thou  art,  how  large  thy  grace  ! 
 
 How  eafy  to  forgive ! 
 The  helplefs  thou  delight'ft  to  raife  : 
 And  by  thy  love  I  live: 
 
 6  Then,  O  my  foul,  be  never  more 
 
 With  anxious  thoughts  diftreft, 
 God's  bounteous  love  doth  thee  reftore 
 To  cafe,  and  joy,  and  reft. 
 
 7  My 
 
(     97     ) 
 
 My  eyes  wo  longer  drown 'd  in  tears , 
 
 My  feet  from  falling  free, 
 Redeem'd  from  death,  and  guilty  fears> 
 
 O  Lord,  I'll  live  to  thee  ! 
 
 P  S  A  L   M  CXVII. 
 
 i   'X/'E  nations,  who  the  globe  divide, 
 JL     Ye  numerous  nations  fcatter'd  wide, 
 To  God  your  grateful  voices  raife  : 
 To  all  his  boundlefs  mercies  fhown 
 His  truth  to  endlefs  ages  known 
 Require  our  endlefs  love  and  praife. 
 
 2  In  trouble  on  the  Lord  I  cried, 
 
 And  felt  the  pardoning  word  applied  ; 
 
 He  anfwer'd  me  in  peace  and  power, 
 He  pluck'd  my  foul  out  of  the  net, 
 In  a  large  place  of  fafety  fet, 
 
 And  bade  me  go  and  fin  no  more. 
 
 3  To  him,  who  reigns  enthron'd  on  high. 
 To  his  dear  Son,  who  deign'd  to  die, 
 
 Our  guilt  and  errors  to  remove  ! 
 To  that  bJeft  Spirit,  who  grace  imparts, 
 Who  rules  in  all  believing  hearts, 
 
 Be  ceafelefs  glory,  praife,  and  love  ! 
 
 PSALM        CXVII  I. 
 
 T 
 
 HE  Lord,  I  now  can  fay,  is  mine, 
 And  confident  in  ftrength  divine, 
 Nor  man,  nor  fiends,  nor  flefh  I  fear : 
 
 Jefu< 
 
(    9«    ) 
 
 Jefus  the  Saviour  takes  my  part. 
 And  keeps  the  iflues  of  my  heart, 
 My  helper  is  for  ever  near. 
 
 2  Wherefore  I  foon  my  wifh  fhall  fee 
 On  all  who  hate  and  ftrive  with  me, 
 
 My  full  redemption  now  draws  nigh ; 
 My  enemies  fhall  all  be  flain, 
 And  not  one  fpot  of  fin  remain  ; 
 
 It's  relicks  mall  for  ever  die. 
 
 3  The  voice  of  joy,  and  love,  and  praife, 
 And  thanks  for  his  redeeming  grace, 
 
 Among  the  juftified  is  found  : 
 With  fongs  that  rival  thofe  above, 
 With  fhouts  proclaiming  Jem's  love, 
 
 Both  day  and  night  their  tents  refound. 
 
 4  The  Lord's  right-hand  hath  wonders  wrought. 
 
 Above  the  reach  of  human  thought, 
 The  Lord's  right-hand  exalted  is  ; 
 We  fee  it  frill  ft  retch  'd  out  to  fave, 
 The  power  of  God  in  Chrift  we  have, 
 And  Jefus  is  the  Prince  of  peace. 
 
 §  I  fhall  not  die  in  fin,  but  live, 
 To  Chrift  my  Lord  the  glory  give, 
 
 His  miracles  of  grace  declare, 
 When  he  the  work  of  faith  hath  done, 
 When  I  have  put  his  image  on, 
 
 And  fruit  unto  perfection  bear, 
 
 PSALM 
 
(    99    ) 
 
 PSALM        CXVIII.       P.    2. 
 
 i    y^XPEN  the  gates  of  righteoufnefs, 
 V^     Receive  me  into  Chrift,  my  Peace  ; 
 
 That  I  his  praifes  may  record  : 
 He  is  the  truth,  the  life,  the  way, 
 The  portal  of  eternal  day, 
 
 The  gate  of  heaven  is  Chrift  my  Lord. 
 
 2  Through  him  the  juft  mall  enter  in, 
 Sav'd  to  the  uttermoft  from  fin : 
 
 Already  fav'd  from  all  it's  power  : 
 The  Lord  my  righteoufnefs  I  praife, 
 And  calmly  v/ait  the  perfect  grace, 
 
 When  born  of  God  I  fin  no  more. 
 
 3  jefus  is  lifted  up  on  high, 
 
 Whom  man  refus'd  and  doom'd  to  die, 
 
 He  is  become  the  corner-ftone  ; 
 Head  of  his  church  he  lives  and  reigns, 
 His  kingdom  over  all  maintains, 
 High  on  his  everlafting  throne. 
 
 psalm       cxvm. 
 
 4  /"T"MrIIS  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made, 
 J[      He  calls  the  hours  his  own  ; 
 Let  heaven  rejoice,  let  earth  be  glad, 
 And  praife  furround  the  throne. 
 
 z  To-day  :he  rofe  and  left  the  dead, 
 And  fatan's  empire  fell  ; 
 To-day  the  faints  his  triumphs  fpread, 
 And  all  his  wonders  tell. 
 
 I  3  Hofanna 
 
(     ioo  '  ) 
 
 3  Hofanna  to  the  anointed  King, 
 
 To  David's  holy  Son  : 
 Help  us,  O  Lord,  defcend,  and  bring 
 Salvation  from  thy  throne. 
 
 4  Bleft  be  the  Lord,  who  comes  to  men 
 
 With  mefiages  of  grace  ; 
 Who  comes  in  God  his  Father's  name 
 To  fave  our  finful  race. 
 
 5  Hofanna  in  the  higher!  ftrains 
 
 .  The  church  on  earth  can  raife  ; 
 The  higheft  heavens,  in  which  he  reigns. 
 Shall  give  him  nobler  praife. 
 
 psalm    cxxi. 
 
 TO  the  hills  I  lift  my  eyes, 
 The  everlafting  hills, 
 Streaming  thence  in  frefh  fupplies, 
 
 My  foul  the  Spirit  feels :  \J 
 
 Will  he  not  his  hejp  afford  ? 
 
 Help,  while  yet  I  afk  is  given  : 
 God  comes  down  :  the  God  and  Lord 
 That  made  both  earth  and  heaven. 
 
 See,  the  Lord  thy  keeper  ftand 
 
 Omnipotently  near: 
 Lo  !  he  holds  thee  by  thy  hand, 
 
 And  banifhes  thy  fear  ; 
 Shadows  with  his  wings  thy  head, 
 
 Guards  from  all  impending  harms ; 
 Round  thee  and  beneath  are  fpread 
 
 The  everlafting  arms. 
 
 3  Thee 
 
(     roi     ) 
 
 Thee,  in  evil's  (torching day, 
 
 The  fun  mall  never  frnite  ; 
 
 Thee,  the  moon's  maligned  ray- 
 Shall  never  blaft  by  night : 
 
 Safe  from  known  or  fecret  foes, 
 Free  from  fin  and  fatan's  thrall  ; 
 
 God,  when  flefli,  earth,  heli  oppoie, 
 Shall  keep  thee  fafe  from  all. 
 
 Chrift  mall  blefs  thy  going  out, 
 
 Shall  blefs  thy  coming  in, 
 Kindly  compafs  thee  about, 
 
 Till  thou  art  fav'd  from  fin  ; 
 Like  thy  fpotlefs  Saviour  thou, 
 
 Fill'd  with  wifdom,  love,  and  power; 
 Holy,  pure,  and  perfect  now., 
 
 Henceforth  and  evermore. 
 
 PSALM         CXXII. 
 
 I 
 
 i   /'"X  How  overjoy'dwas  I, 
 
 V_y     When  the  folemn  hour  drew  nigh  I 
 Summon'd  to  the  houfe  of  prayer, 
 Flew  my  foul  to  worfhip  there. 
 
 Come,  my  cheerful  brethren  faid, 
 Let  us  go  with  holy  fpeed  ; 
 Let  us  hafte  with  one  accord 
 To  the  temple  of  our  Lord. 
 
 2  Running  at  his  kind  command, 
 There  our  ready  feet  fhall  Hand, 
 Still  within  the  facred  gate 
 Will  we  for  his  mercy  wait : 
 
 I  2  Lcve 
 
(       102      ) 
 
 Love  the  channels  of  his  grac£r 
 Reverence  the  hallow'd  place  : 
 Where  our  Lord  records  his  name, 
 Stay  we  in  Jerufalem. 
 
 3  God  hath  built  his  church  below, 
 Labour'd  all  his  art  to  fhew  ; 
 Each  with  each  the  parts  agree, 
 Jbram'd  in  perfect  fymmetry. 
 
 There  the  chofen  tribes  go  up, 
 TeiHfy  their  gofpel-hope, 
 Praife,  and  blefs  the  incarnate  Word, 
 Shout  the  name  of  Chrifl,  the  Lord ! 
 
 PSALM         CXXIV. 
 
 i    T  TAD  not  the  Lord,  we  now  may  cry, 
 JlI      Appear'd  his  people  to  fufiain, 
 The  threat'ning  floods  that  dafiYd  the  Iky, 
 
 Had  whirl'd  us  down  to  hell  again : 
 O'erwhelm'd  us  in  the  gulph  beneath, 
 And  plung'd  our  fouls  in  endlefs  death. 
 
 2  But  God  hath  quell'd  their  angry  pride, 
 
 And  kept  us  in  our  evil  hour, 
 His  name  be  bleft  and  glorified, 
 
 He  hath  not  left  us  to  their  power, 
 His  word  reitrain'd  their  lawlefs  will, 
 And  bade  the  raging  fea  be  ftill. 
 
 3  He  pluck 'd  the  prey  out  of  their  teeth, 
 
 Our  fouls  have  'fcap'd  the  fowler's  fnarej 
 Broke  thro*  the  toils  of  fin  and  death; 
 And  lo  !  our  helper  we  declare, 
 
 The 
 
C     '°3     ) 
 
 The  Lord  of  heaven  and  earth  proclaim, 
 And  blefs  the  almighty  Jefu's  name. 
 
 PSALM        CXXV. 
 
 WHO  in  the  Lord  confide, 
 And  feel  his  fprinkled  blood, 
 In  florins  and  hurricanes  abide 
 Firm  as  the  mount  of  God  : 
 S  ted  fait,  and  fixt,  and  fure, 
 His  Zion  cannot  move, 
 His  faithful  people  ftand  fecure 
 In  Jefu's  guardian  love. 
 
 As  round  Jerufalem 
 
 The  hilly  bulwarks  rife, 
 .So  God  protects  and  covers  them 
 
 From  all  their  enemies  :. 
 
 On  every  fide  he  flands, 
 
 And  for  his  Ifrael  cares, 
 And  fafe  in  his  almighty  hands 
 
 Their  fouls  forever  bears. 
 
 O  let  us  frill  abide 
 
 In  thee,  all-gracious  Lord, 
 Till  every  foul  is  fanftified, 
 
 And  perfe&iy  reftor'd  : 
 
 The  men  of  heart  fincere 
 
 Continue  to  defend, 
 And  do  them  good,  and  fave  them  here, 
 
 And  love  them  to  the  end. 
 
 I  3  PSALM 
 
(     io4     ) 
 
 PSALM        CXXVI.      P.     I. 
 
 WHEN  our  redeeming  Lord 
 Pronounc'd  the  pardoning  word, 
 Turn'd  our  foul's  captivity, 
 
 O  what  fweet  furprife  we  found! 
 Wonder  afk'd,  (<  And  can  it  be  !" 
 Scarce  believ'd  the  welcome  found. 
 
 And  is  it  not  a  dream  ? 
 And  are  we  fav'd  through  him  > 
 Yes,  our  bounding  heart  replied, 
 
 Yes,  broke  out  our  joyful  tongue, 
 Freely  we  are  jufHfied  ; 
 
 This  the  new,  the  gofpel-fong  ! 
 
 The  Heathen  too  could  fee 
 Our  glorious  liberty : 
 All  our  foes  were  forc'd  to  own, 
 
 God  for  them  hath  wonders  wrought : 
 Wonders  he  for  us  hath  done, 
 
 From  the  houfe  of  bondage  brought. 
 
 To  us  our  gracious  God 
 His  pardoning  love  hath  fhew'd. 
 Now  our  joyful  fouls  are  free 
 
 From  the  guilt  and  power  of  iin. 
 Greater  things  we  foon  lliall  fee, 
 We  lliall  foon  be  pure  within. 
 
 PSALM       CXXVI.       P.    2. 
 
 TURN  us  again,  O  Lord, 
 Pronounce  the  fecond  word, 
 Loofe  our  hearts,  and  let  us  go 
 Down  the  Spirit's  fulleft  flood, 
 
 Freely 
 
(     '05     ) 
 
 Freely  to  the  fountain  flow, 
 All  be  fwallow'd  up  in  God. 
 
 Who  for  thy  coming  wait, 
 And  wail  their  loft  eftate, 
 Poor,  and  fad,  and  empty  ftill, 
 
 Who  for  full  redemption  weep, 
 They  mall  thy  appearing  feel, 
 Sow  in  tears,  in  joy  to  reap. 
 
 Who  feed  immortal  bears, 
 And  wets  his  path  with  tears, 
 Doubtlefs  he  fhall  foon  return, 
 
 Bring  his  fneaves  with  vaft  increafe, 
 Fully  of  the  Spirit  born, 
 Perfected  in  holinefs. 
 
 PSALM         CXXXII. 
 
 i  ^T7"E  too  the  joyful  found  have  heard,' 
 V  V       That  God  is  coming  to  his  place  ; 
 Here  in  the  wildernefs  prepar'd  ; 
 Our  Lord  a  holy  church  fhall  raife  : 
 
 2  For  this  our  willing  foul  fhall  go, 
 
 And  lowly  at  his  footftool  lie, 
 
 Where'er  his  tent  is  pitch'd  below, 
 
 And  for  a  glorious  temple  cry. 
 
 3  Arife,  O  Lord,  into  thy  reft, 
 
 Thou,  and  thy  ark  of  perfect  power, 
 God  over  all,  for  ever  bleft, 
 Thee,  Jefus,  let  our  hearts  adore. 
 
 4  Thy 
 
(     io6     ) 
 
 4  Thy  priefts  be  cloath'd  with  righreoufhefs> 
 
 Thy  praife  their  happy  lives  employ, 
 The  faints  in  thee  their  all  pofTefs, 
 And  fhout  the  fons  of  God  for  joy. 
 
 5  O  for  thy  love,  thy  Jefu's  fake, 
 
 Us,  thy  anointed  ones  receive, 
 In  the  Belov'd  accepted  make, 
 And  bjd  us  to  thy  glory  live. 
 
 psalm      c  XXX  III.      p .    i . 
 
 i  T)EHOLD,  how  good  a  thing 
 
 X)   It  is  to  dwell  in  peace, 
 How  pleafing  to  our  king 
 This  fruit  of  righteoufnefs  ; 
 When  brethren  all  in  one  agree 
 Who  knows  the  joys  of  unity  ! 
 
 2  When  all  are  fweetly  join'd, 
 
 True  followers  of  the  Lamb, 
 The  fame  in  heart  and  mind, 
 And  think  and  fpeak  the  fame  ; 
 And  all  in  love  together  dwell, 
 The  comfort  is  unfpeakable. 
 
 3  Where  unity  takes  place, 
 
 The  joys  of  heaven  we  prove  ; 
 This  is  the  gofpel-grace, 
 
 The  unttion  from  above, 
 The  Spirit,  on  all  believers  ftied, 
 Defcending  fwift  from  Chrift  our  head. 
 
 4  "Where  unity  is  found, 
 
 The  fweet  anointing  grace 
 
 Extends. 
 
(     107     ) 
 
 Extends  to  all  around, 
 
 And  confecrates  the  place; 
 To  every  waiting  foul  it  comes, 
 And  fills  it  with  divine  perfumes. 
 
 PSALM         CXXXIII.        P.    2. 
 
 G 
 
 RACE  every  morning  new, 
 And  every  night,  we  feel; 
 The  ibft  refrefhing  dew, 
 That  falls  from  Hermon's  hill ! 
 On  Zion  it  doth  fweetly  fall, 
 The  grace  of  one  defcends  on  all. 
 
 Even  now  our  Lord  cloth  pour 
 
 The  blefling  from  above, 
 A  kindly,  gracious  mower 
 Of  heart-reviving  love, 
 The  former  and  the  latter  rain, 
 The  love  of  God,  and  love  of  man. 
 
 In  him  when  brethren  join, 
 
 And  follow  after  peace, 
 The  fellowship  divine 
 He  promifes  to  blefs  ; 
 His   grace  and  Spirit  to  bellow, 
 Where  two  or  three  are  met  below. 
 
 The  riches  of  his  grace 
 
 In  fellowship  are  given, 
 To  Zioivs  chofen  race, 
 The  citizens  of  heaven  ; 
 He  fills  them  with  his  choiceil  flore, 
 He  gives  them  life  for  evermore* 
 
 TiALU 
 
(     io8     ) 
 
 PSALM        CXXXIV . 
 
 i   X7E  fervlnts  of  God,  whofe  diligent  care 
 \     Is  ever  employ'd  in  watching  and  prayer  ; 
 With  praifes  unceafing  your  Jefus  proclaim, 
 Rejoicing  and  blefling  his  excellent  name. 
 
 2  'Tis  Jefus  commands,  come  all  to  his  houfe, 
 And  lift  up  your  hands,  and  pay  him  your  vows: 
 And  while  ye  are  giving  your  Maker  his  due, 
 The  Lord  out  of  heaven  fhall  fanctify  you. 
 
 psalm       cxxxvi. 
 
 i    /^  IVE  to  our  God  immortal  praife  ! 
 V  "J     Mercy  and  truth  are  all  his  ways  ; 
 Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong, 
 Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  fong. 
 
 2  Give  to  the  Lord  of  lords  renown, 
 The  King  of  kings  with  glory  crown ; 
 His  mercies  ever  fhall  endure, 
 
 When  lords  and  kings  are  known  no  more. 
 
 3  He  built  the  earth,  he  fpread  the  fky, 
 And  fix'd  his  ftarry  lights  on  high  : 
 Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong, 
 Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  fong. 
 
 4  He  fills  the  fun  with  morning  light, 
 He  bids  the  moon  direct  the  night : 
 His  mercies  ever  fhall  endure, 
 
 When  fun  and  moon  fhall  fhine  no  more. 
 
 5  The 
 
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 5  He  fent  his  Son  with  power  to  fave 
 From  guilt,  and  darknefs,  and  the  grave  ; 
 Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong, 
 Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  fong. 
 
 6  Through  this  vain  world  he  guides  our  feet, 
 And  leads  us  to  his  heavenly  feat : 
 
 His  mercies  ever  mall  endure, 
 
 When  this  vain  world  fhall  be  no  more. 
 
 PSALM  CXLV. 
 
 1  "]\/TY  God,  my  King,  thy  various  praife 
 J^VX    Shall  fill  the  remnant  of  my  days; 
 Thy  grace  employs  my  humble  tongue, 
 Till  death  and  glory  raife  the  fong. 
 
 2  The  wings  of  every  hour  mail  bear 
 Some  thankful  tribute  to  thy  ear  : 
 And  every  fetting  fun  mail  fee 
 New  works  of  duty  done  for  thee. 
 
 3  Thy  truth  and  juftice  I'll  proclaim  ; 
 Thy  bounty  flows,   an  endlefs  ftream ; 
 Thy  mercy  fwift,  thy  anger  flow, 
 But  dreadful  to  the  ftubborn  foe. 
 
 4  Thy  works  with  fovereign  glory  fhinc, 
 And  fpeak  thy  majefty  divine  ; 
 
 Let  Britain  round  her  mores  proclaim 
 The  found  and  honour  of  thy  name. 
 
 5  Let  diftant  times  and  nations  raife 
 The  long  fuccefllon  of  thy  praife  ; 
 
 And 
 
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 And  unborn  ages  make  my  fong  , 
 The  joy  and  labour  of  their  tongue. 
 
 6  But  who  can  fpeak  thy  wonderous  deeds 
 Thy  greatnefs  all  our  thoughts  exceeds 
 Vail  and  unfearchable  thy  ways ; 
 Vaft  and  immortal  be  thy  praife  ! 
 
 PSALM  CXLV.       7,      &C 
 
 1  QWEET  is  the  memory  of  thy  grace, 
 ^     My  God,  my  heavenly  king  ' 
 Let  age  to  age  thy  righteoufnefs 
 
 In  founds  of  glory  fing. 
 
 2  God  reigns  on  high,  but  not  confines 
 
 His  goodnefs  to  the  fkics ; 
 Through  the  whole  earth  his  goodnefs  mines, 
 And  every  want  fupplies. 
 
 3  With  longing  eyes  thy  creatures  wait 
 
 On  thee,   for  daily  food  ; 
 Thy  liberal  hand  provides  them  meat, 
 And  fills  their  mouths  with  good. 
 
 4  How  kind  are  thy  companions,  Lord! 
 
 How  flow  thy  anger  moves  ! 
 But  foon  he  fends  his  pardoning  word 
 To  cheer  the  foul  he  loves. 
 
 5  Creatures,  with  all  their  endlefs  race, 
 
 Thy  power  and  praife  proclaim  ; 
 But  we,  who  tafte  thy  richer  grace, 
 Delight  to  blefs  thy  name, 
 
 P  S  A  I.  M 
 
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 PSALM        CXLV.        14.    &C. 
 
 i    1      ET  every  tongue  thy  goodnefs  fpeak, 
 JL*     Thou  fovei\ig.i  i^rd  of  all; 
 
 1  hy  ftrergthning  hands  uphold  the  weak, 
 /ind  raiie  the  poor  that  fall. 
 
 2  When  forrow  hows  the  fpirit  down, 
 
 Or  virtue  lies  diftreft, 
 Beneath  the  proud  oppreiibr's  frown, 
 Thou  giv'ft  the  mourner  reft. 
 
 3  The  Lord  fupporrs  our  infant  days, 
 
 And  guides  our  giddy  youth  ; 
 Holy  and  jult  are  all  thy  ways, 
 And  all  thy  words  are  truth. 
 
 4  Thou  know'ft  the  pains  thy  fervants  feel, 
 
 Thou  hear  ft  thy  children  cry, 
 And  their  beft  wifhes  to  fnlfil 
 Thy  grace  is  ever  nigh. 
 
 ;  Thy  mercy  never  mail  remove 
 From  men  of  heart  fincere  ; 
 Thou  fav'ft  the  fouls,  whole  humble  love 
 Is  join'd  with  holy  fear. 
 
 6  My  lips  mail  dwell  upon  thy  praife, 
 And  fpread  thy  fame  abroad  : 
 Let  all  the  fons  of  Adam  raife 
 The  honours  cf  rheir  God  ! 
 
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 PSALM         CXLVI. 
 
 1  T'LL  praife  my  Maker  while  I've  breath, 
 J[   And  when  my  voice  is  loft  in  death, 
 
 Praife  ihall  employ  my  nobler  powers  ; 
 My  days  of  praife  mail  ne'er  be  paft, 
 While  life  and  thought  and  being  laft. 
 
 Or  immortality  endures. 
 
 2  Happy  the  man  whofe  hopes  rely 
 On  A  Intel's  God ;  he  made  the  Iky, 
 
 And  earth,  and  feas,  with  all  their  train  : 
 His  truth  for  ever  Hands  fecure  ; 
 Ke  faves  the  oppreft,  he  feeds  the  poor, 
 
 And  none  mall  find  his  promife  vain. 
 
 3  The  Lord  pours  eye-fight  on  the  blind, 
 The  Lord  fupports  the  fainting  mind  ; 
 
 He  fends  the  labouring  confeience  peace; 
 He  helps  the  ftranger  in  diftrefs, 
 .  The  widow  and  the  fatherlefs, 
 
 And  grants  the  prifoner  fweet  releafe. 
 
 4  I'll  praife  him  while  he  lends  me  breath, 
 And  when  my  voice  is  loft  in  death, 
 
 Praife  fhall  employ  my  nobler  powers; 
 My  day*  of  praife  fhall  ne'er  be  paft, 
 While  life  and  thought  and  being  laft, 
 
 Or  immortality  endures. 
 
 PSALM        CXLVI  i. 
 
 i^AISE  ye  the  Lord;  'tis  good  to  raife 
 Our  hearts  and  voices  in  his  praife; 
 His  nature  and  his  works  invite 
 To  make  this  duty  our  delight. 
 
 z  He 
 
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 i  He  form'd  the  ftars,  thofe  heavenly  flames, 
 He  counts  their  numbers,  calls  their  n  \\ 
 His  wifuom's  vaft,  and  knows  r.o  bound, 
 A  deep  where  all  our  thoughts  are  drc 
 
 3  Sing  to  the  Lord  ;  exalt  him  high, 
 Who  fpreads  his  clouds  around  the  Iky, 
 There  he  prepares  the  fruitful  rain, 
 Nor  lets  the  drops  defcend  in  vain. 
 
 4  He  mikes  the  graft  the  hills  adorn, 
 And  clothes  the  fmiling  fields  with  corn; 
 The  beaft.3  with  food  his  hand*  fupply, 
 And  the  young  ravens  when  they  cry. 
 
 5  What  is  the  creature's  fkill  or  force  ? 
 The  fpright  y  man  or  warlike  horfe  I 
 The  piercing  wit,  the  aclive  limb  ? 
 All  are  too  mean  delights  for  hirn. 
 
 6  But  faints  are  lovely  in  his  fight* 
 
 He  views  his  children  with  delight ! 
 
 He  fees  their  hope,  he  knows  their  fear^ 
 
 And  looks  and  loves  his  image  there, 
 
 p  s  a  l  m       ex  l  v  I  1 1 . 
 
 i   \7^>  ™ho  dwell  above  the  (tier, 
 X     Free  from  human  miseries  ; 
 Ye,  whom  higheft  heaven  imbowers, 
 Praife  the  Lord  with  all  your  powers, 
 
 2  Angels,  your  clear  voices  raife  ; 
 Him,  yi  [y  armies,  praife  $ 
 
 K  2 
 
(     >'4    ) 
 
 Sun  and  moon  with  borrow'd  light. 
 All  ye  fparkling  eyes  of  night. 
 
 3  Water  hanging  in  the  air, 
 Heaven  of  heavens  hispraife  declare  ; 
 His  deferved  praife  record  ; 
 His,  who  made  you  by  his  word. 
 
 4.  Let  the  earth  his  praife  refound, 
 Mpnftrous whales,  and  feas  profound; 
 Vapours,  lightning,  hail  and  fnow, 
 Storms,  which  were  he  bids  you,  blow, 
 
 5  Flowery  hills  and  mountains  high  ; 
 Cedars,  neighbours  to  the  fky  : 
 Trees  and  cattle,  creeping  things; 
 All  that  cut  the  air  with  wings. 
 
 6  You,  who  awful  fcepters  fway, 
 You,  accuftom'd  to  obey, 
 Princes,  judges  of  the  earth, 
 All  of  high,  and  humble  birth  : 
 
 7  Youths  and  virgin*,    flouriftring 
 In  the  beauty  of  your  fpring; 
 Ye,  who  were  but  born  of  late, 
 Ye,  who  bow  with  age's  weight ; 
 
 8  Praife  his  name  with  one  confent: 
 O  how  gfleat  1  how  excellent ! 
 Than  the  earth  profounder  far ; 
 Higher  than  the  higheft  ftar. 
 
 9  He  will  his  to  glory  raife  ; 
 
 Ye,  his  faints,   refound  his  praife  r 
 
 Yet 
 
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 Ye,  his  Ions,  his  chofen  race, 
 Blefs  his  love,  and  fovereign  grace, 
 
 PSALM         CXLVI1I. 
 
 i   TJ3-AISE  ye  the  Lord,  immortal  choir, 
 J7       1  hat  fill  the  realms  above  ; 
 Praife  him  who  form  d  you  of  his  fire, 
 And  feeds  you  with  his  love. 
 
 2  Shine  to  his  praife,  ye  cryftal  ikies* 
 
 (je  Moor  of  his  abode  : 
 Or  veii  in  fti  oufand  eyes, 
 
 Jtef<  lighter  God. 
 
 .' 
 
 Thou  reftlefs  globe  of  golden  li 
 
 jfe  beams  create  our  d 
 Join  with  th-;  leen  of  night, 
 
 To  own  your  boi  ;• ;. 
 
 nds,  yc  (hall  bear  his  :;  ad, 
 
 -ugh  :he  ethei 
 For  when  ids  chariot  is 
 
 lie  mal.  w. 
 
 5  She  _  Lcrd,  ye  furging  (i 
 
 In  your  eternal  roar  ; 
 Let  wave  to  wave  refbund  his  praife, 
 And  iiiore  reply  ro  fac 
 
 6  Wave  your  -pin:-:, 
 
 To  him  thai  hies  yen  grow; 
 Sweet  clutters  bend  th  dues 
 
 On  every  thankful  bough. 
 
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 7  Let  the  mrill  birds  his  honour  raife, 
 
 And  climb  the  morning  fky ; 
 While  groveling  beafts  attempt  his  praife 
 In  hoarfer  harmony. 
 
 8  Thus,  while  the  meaner  creatures  fing, 
 
 ^  Ye  mortals  take  the  found  ; 
 Echo  the  glories  of  your  King 
 'i  hrough  ail  the  nations  round. 
 
 PSALM       CXLV1II.       3. 
 
 Sunt  Mcgz,  and  Stars,  Praife  ye  the  Lord. 
 
 1  T^  EGgNT  of  all  the  worlds  above, 
 
 :iou  fun,  whofe  rays  adorn  our  fpherc, 
 And  with  unwearied  fwiftnefs  move 
 ri  o  form  the  circle  of  the  year  : 
 
 2  Praifj  the  Creator  of  the  fkies, 
 
 Who  decV3  thy  orb  with  borrow'd  rays; 
 Or  may  the  fun  forget  to  rife, 
 
 ...  he  forgets  his  Maker's  praife. 
 
 3  Thou  reigning  beauty  of  the  night, 
 
 far  queen  of  filence,  filver  moon  : 
 Whofe  paler  fires  and  female  light 
 Are  fofter  rivals  of  the  noon  : 
 
 4  Arife,  and  to  that  fovereign  power, 
 
 Waxing  urs  pay ; 
 
 Who  bac'e  t'^ee  rule  the  dufky  hours, 
 And  half  fupply  the  abfent  day. 
 
 5  Ye  glittering  frars,  that  gild  the  (kies, 
 
 When  darknefs  has  her  curtain  drawn, 
 
 rl  hat 
 
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 That  keep  the  watch  with  wakeful  eyes, 
 When  bufmefs,  cares,'  and  day  are  gone  : 
 
 6  Proclaim  the  glories  of  your  Lord, 
 
 Difpers'd  through  all  the  heavenly  ftreet, 
 Whofe  bound  efs  treafures  can  afford 
 So  rich  a  pavement  tor  his  feet. 
 
 7  Thou  heaven  of  heavens,  fapremely  bright, 
 
 palace  of  the  court  divine, 
 Where  with  inimitable  right 
 
 The  Godhead  condefcends  to  Urine  : 
 
 8  Praife  thou  the. great  at, 
 
 Who  fcatters  lovely  beams  of  grace 
 On  every  angel,  every  fai 
 
 Nor  veils  the  luftre  of  his  face. 
 
 9  O  God  of  glory,  God  of  love, 
 
 Thou  art  the  fun  that  mak'ft  our  days ; 
 Mlditall  thy  wonderpni  works  above 
 Let  earth  and  duft  attempt  thy  praife  ! 
 
 PSALM         CL. 
 
 i   TJRAISE  the  Lord,  who  reigns  above, 
 And  keeps  his  court  below, 
 Praife  the  holy  Gcd  of  love, 
 
 And  all  his  greatnefs  mew  : 
 Praife  him  for  his  noble  deeds, 
 
 Praife  him  for  h:s  irrtchlefs  power ; 
 Him,  from  whom  al!  good  proceeds, 
 Let  earth  and  heaven  adcre. 
 
 2  Celebrate  the  eterra1  God 
 With  harp  and  pfaltery, 
 
 Timbrel? 
 
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 Timbrels  foft,  and  cymbals  loud" 
 
 In  his  high  praife  agree  : 
 Praife, him  every  tuneful  firing, 
 
 All  the  reach  of  heavenly  artr 
 All  the  powers  of  mufic  bring, 
 
 The  mufic  of  the  heart. 
 
 3  Kim  in  whom  they  move  and  live. 
 
 Let  every  creature  fmg, 
 Glory  to  their  Maker  give, 
 
 And  homage  to  their  King  ; 
 Hallowed  be  his  name  beneath, 
 
 As  in  heaven  on  earth  ador  d, 
 Praife  the  Lord  in  every  breath  ; 
 
 Let  all  things  praife  the  Lord'. 
 
 Te  Deum  Laud  am  us.      p .    I . 
 
 i   TT7'^  Praifc  our  God  with  one  accord,. 
 V  V     ri  hee  we  confefs  to  be  the  Lord ; 
 The  fpacious  earth  adores  thy  name, 
 Father  of  everlafling  fame. 
 
 2  To  thee  aloud  all  angels  cry, 
 
 The  heavens,   and  all  the  powers  on  high  ; 
 loth  cuerubim  and  feraphim 
 Continual  fongs  of  praife  proclaim. 
 
 O  holy,  holy,  holy  Lord  ! 
 Great  God  of  fabaoth  !   (they  record) 
 With  fplendbur  of  thy  glory  fpread, 
 Is  heaven  and  earth  repieniihed. 
 
 '4  The  apoftle's    glorious  company 
 Praife  thee,  O  God,  perpetually  ; 
 
 The 
 
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 The  prophets  alfo  join  to  raifc 
 The  fong  of  univerfal  praife. 
 
 5  The  noble  and  victorious  hoft 
 
 Of  martyrs  make  of  thee  their  boaft ; 
 The  holy  church  throughout  the  earth 
 Acknowledge  and  extol  thy  worth, 
 
 6  Father  of  bcundlefs  Majefty  I 
 Thy  true  and  only  Son  moft  high  ! 
 Alfo  the  fweet  Remembrancer, 
 The  Holy  Ghoft,  the  Comforter ! 
 
 Te  Deum  Lav. damns,      p.   2. 
 
 i   Tk  /TESSIAH  !  joy  of  every  heart, 
 _[VJL  Thou,  Thou  the  King  of  glory  art  \ 
 Thou  art,  before  all  time  begun, 
 The  Father's  everlafting  Son. 
 
 2  Then,  undertaking  in  cur  room, 
 Didlt.  not  abhor  the  virgin's  womb  : 
 The  pains  of  death  o'ercome  by  thee 
 Made  heaven  to  all  believers  free. 
 
 3  At  God's  right  hand  thou  haft  thy  feat, 
 And  in  the  .Fathers  glory  great. 
 
 -  We  do  believe  that  thou  (halt  come 
 To  judge  us,  and  to  feal  our  doom. 
 
 4  Lord,  help  thy  fervants,  whom   (when  loft) 
 Thy  bleed  redeem  d  at  fo  great  coft ; 
 Place  them  on  evcrlafting  thrones 
 
 Of  glory,  with  thv  holy  ones. 
 
 5  Thy 
 
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 5  Thy  people,  Lord,  do  thou  protect. 
 And  bief's  thy  heritage  elect, 
 
 Govern  thy  church,  and,  Lord,  advance 
 For  ever  thy  inheritance. 
 
 6  Thy  mercy,  Lord,  to  us  difpenfe, 
 According  to  our  confidence  j 
 Lord,  1  have  put  my  truft  in  thee, 
 
 0  let  me  not  confounded  be  ! 
 
 Vouchfafe,  0  Lord,  to  keep  us  this  Day  nXiithout  Sin.. 
 
 Te  Deum. 
 
 i  "1  TOUCKSAFE  to  keep  me,  Lord,  this  day 
 V       Without  committing  fin, 
 And  with  me  let  thy  Spirit  itay, 
 Till  he  is  fixt  within. 
 
 2  Thou  can  ft  from  every  fin  fecure  ; 
 
 And  is  it  not  thy  will 
 Still  to  preferve  thy  fervant  pure 
 From  every  touch  of  ill  ? 
 
 3  Whate'er  I  afk,  the  truth  hath  faid, 
 
 1  furely  mall  receive  : 
 
 I  afk  to  be  made  free  indeed, 
 And  without  fin  to  live. 
 
 4  Whate'er  I  afk  in  faith  I  have, 
 
 As  fure  as  God  is  true  ; 
 My  faithful  God  is  ftrong  to  fave, 
 i  he  is  ready  too. 
 
 5  Willing  he  is  that  all  fhould  live 
 From  all  their  fins  fet  free  : 
 
 Lord,, 
 
(       «I       ) 
 
 Lord,  I  thy  folemn  word  receive, 
 Thy  oath  to  refcue  me. 
 
 Vouchfafe  to  keep  me,  Lord,  this  day* 
 
 And  every  day  from  fin, 
 Until  thou  take  it  ail  away, 
 
 And  bring  thy  nature  in. 
 
 Te  Deum  Laudamus.      p.    I. 
 
 i   JNFINITE  God,  to  Thee  we  raife 
 J,    Our  hearts,  in  folemn  fongs  of  praife ; 
 By  ali  thy  works  on  earth  ador'd, 
 We  wormip  Thee,  the  common  Lord, 
 The  ever j ailing  Father  own, 
 And  bow  our  fouls  before  thy  throne. 
 
 2  Thee  all  the  choir  of  angels  fings, 
 The  Lord  of  hofts,  the  King  of  kings ! 
 Cherubs  proclaim  thy  praife  aloud, 
 And  feraphs  fhout  the  triune  g  o  d  1 
 And  holy,  holy,  holy,  cry, 
 
 Thy  glory  fills  both  earth  and  fky  ! 
 
 3  God  of  the  patriarchal  race, 
 
 The  ancient  feers  record  thy  praife, 
 The  goodly  apoftolic  band 
 In  higheft  joy  and  glory  ftauci, 
 And  ail  the  faints  and  prophets  join 
 To  extol  thy  majefty  divine. 
 
 4  Head  of  the  martyr's  noble  heft, 
 
 Of  Thee  they  juftly  make  their  boaft; 
 The  church  to  earth's  remoter!  bounds 
 Her  heavenly  founder's  praife  refounds, 
 
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 And  frrive  with  thofe  around  the  throne 
 To  hymn  the  myftic.  Three  in  One. 
 
 5  Father  of  endlefs  majefty, 
 
 All  might  and  love  they  render  Thee, 
 Thy  true  and  only  Son  adore, 
 The  fame  in  dignity  and  power, 
 And  God  the  Holy  Ghofl  declare, 
 The  faints  eternal  Comforter. 
 
 TV  Deum  Lauda 
 
 mus.      P.    2. 
 
 MESSIAH  !  joy  of  every  heart, 
 Thou,  thou  the  King  of  glory  art ! 
 The  Father's  everlafting  Son  ! 
 Thee,  thee  we  moft  delight  to  own  ; 
 For  all  our  hopes  on  thee  depend, 
 Whofe  glorious  mercies  never  end. 
 
 2  Bent  to  redeem  a  (infill  race, 
 Thou,  Lord,  with  unexampled  grace 
 •Into  our  lower  world  did  ft  come, 
 And  ftoop  to  a  poor  virgin's  womb, 
 Whom  the  heavens  cannot  contain, 
 Our  God  appear'd — a  Child  of  man  ! 
 
 3  When  thou  hadft  render'd  up  thy  breath, 
 And  dying  drawn  the  fting  of  death, 
 Thou  didrr.  from  earth  triumphant  rife, 
 And  ope  the  portals  of  the  ikies, 
 
 That  all  who  truft  in  thee  alone 
 
 Might  follow,  and  partake  thy  throne.  ... 
 
 4  Seated  at  God's  right  hand  again, 
 Thou  doft  in  all  his  glory  reign, 
 
 Tho« 
 
(     its    ) 
 
 Thou  doft,  thy  Father's  image,  mine 
 In  ail  the  attributes  divine, 
 And  thou  in  vengeance  clad  (halt  come 
 To  feal  our  everlafting  doom. 
 
 5  Wherefore  we  now  for  mercy  pr?y, 
 O  Saviour,  take  our  fins  away; 
 Before  thou  as  our  Judge  appear 
 In  dreadful  majefty  fevere, 
 Appear  our  advocate  with  God, 
 And  lave  the  purchafe  of  thy  blood, 
 
 Te  T)eum  Laudamus.      p.   3. 
 
 i    TJ  ALLOW,  and  make  thy  fervants  meet, 
 X  A    And  with  thy  faints  in  glory  feat, 
 Suftain,  and  blefs  us  by  thy  fwa  , 
 And  keep  to  that  tremendous  day, 
 When  all  thy  church  (hall  chant  above 
 The  new  eternal  fong  of  love. 
 
 2  Rejoicing  now  in  glorious  hope 
 That  thou  at  laft  wilt  take  us  up, 
 With  daily  triumph  we  proclaim, 
 And  blefs  and  magnify  thy  name, 
 And  wait  thy  great  nefs  to  adore 
 When  time  and  death  mail  be  no  more. 
 
 j  Till  then  with  us  vouchfafe  to  (ray, 
 And  keep  us  pure  from  fin  to-day, 
 Thy  great  confirming  grace  beftow, 
 And  guard  us  all  our  days  bdow, 
 And  ever  mightily  defend, 
 And  fave,  O  fave  us  to  the  end  ! 
 
 4  Stil) 
 
(     «4     ) 
 
 4  Still  let  us,  Lord,  with  love  be  bleft, 
 Who  in  thy  guardian  mercy  reft, 
 The  weakeft  foul  that  trufts  in  thee, 
 -Extend  thy  mercy's  arms  to  me, 
 And  never  let  me  lofethy  love, 
 Till  I,  even  I,  am  crown'd  above. 
 
 O  ye  Spirits  and  Souls  of  the  Righteous,  blefs  ye 
 the  Lord,  &c.    Benedicite. 
 
 i    T  TAIL,  glorious  angels,  heirs  of  light, 
 J[~JL     Ye  h'gh-borri  fons  of  fire  ! 
 Whofe  hearts  burn  chaite,  whofe  flames  mine 
 bright, 
 All  joy,  yet  all  deiire. 
 
 2  Hail,  holy  faints,  who  long  in  hope 
 
 And  expectation  fat, 
 Till  for  it's  King,  heaven  didfet  ope 
 It's  everlafting  gate. 
 
 3  Hail,  great  apoflles  of  the  Lamb, 
 
 Who  brought  that  early  ray, 
 Which,  from  our  fun,  reflected  came, 
 And  made  a  glorious  day. 
 
 4  Hail,  generous  martyrs,  whofe  ftrong  hearts 
 
 Bravely  rejoie'd  to  prove, 
 How  weak,  pale  death,  are  all  thy  darts 
 Compar'd  to  thofe  of  love. 
 
 5  Hail,  all  ye  happy  fpirits  above, 
 
 Who  make  that_glorious  ring 
 About  the  fparkling  throne  of  love, 
 And  there  for  ever  ling. 
 
 7  Great 
 
(     1*5     ) 
 
 6  Great  Lord,  among  their  crowns  of  praife, 
 Accept  this  little  wreath, 
 Which,  while  their  lofty  notes  they  raife, 
 We  humbly  fmg  beneath. 
 
 GLORIA      P  A  T  R  I,     &c. 
 
 S.  M.     As  Pfalm  25. 
 
 To  God  the  Father,  Son, 
 And  Spirit,  glory  be  ; 
 As  'twas,  and  is,  and  ihall  be  fo 
 To  all  eternity. 
 
 C.  M.      As   Pfahu      1. 
 
 To  Father,   Son,  and  Holy  Ghoft, 
 
 The  God  whom  we  adore, 
 Be  glory,  as  it  was,  is  now, 
 
 And  fhall  be  evermore. 
 
 L.  M.     As  Pfalm  1.00. 
 
 To  Father,   Son,  and  Holy  Ghoft, 
 
 The  God  whom  heaven  and  earth  adore, 
 
 Be  glory,  as  it  was  of  old, 
 
 Is  now,  and  fhall  be  evermore. 
 
 Chorus  to  Veni  Creator  Spirit  us.     Page  78. 
 
 Praife  to  thy  eternal  merit, 
 Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Spirit. 
 
 L,  M. 
 
(     t»6    ) 
 
 L.  M.     By  B p.  Ken n.     As  Pfalm  57. 
 
 Praife  God,  from  whom  all  blefiings  flow  ; 
 Praife  him,  all  creatures  herr  below  ; 
 Praife  him  above,    ye  heavenly  hoft, 
 Praife  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghoft. 
 
 As  Pfalm     113. 
 
 To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghoft, 
 
 The  God  whom  heaven's  triumphant  hoft, 
 
 And  fuffering  faints  on  earth  adore, 
 Be  glory  as  in  ages  paft, 
 As  now  it  is,   and  fo  mail  laft, 
 
 When  earth  and  heaven  mall  be  no  more, 
 
 As  Pfalm    148. 
 
 To  God  the  Father,  Son, 
 And  Spirit  ever  blefs'd, 
 Eternal  Three  in  One, 
 All  worihip  be  addrefs'd, 
 As  heretofore  it  was,  is  now, 
 And  lhall  be  fo  for  evermore. 
 
SELECT 
 
 HYMN 
 
 VT  QUISQJJE  DE  SCRIPTURIS  SANCTIS,  VEL 
 DE  PROPRIO  INGENIO  POTEST,  PROVOCATUR 
 IN    MEDIUM    DEO  CAN  ERE. 
 
 TERTULL,  APOL.  XXXIX. 
 
/ 
 
SELECT 
 
 H        Y        M         N        S 
 
 FROM 
 
 VARIOUS      AUTHOR  S. 
 
 They  fung  as  it  were  a  new  Song  before  the  Throne, 
 
 rev. xiv.  3. 
 
 SOLITI      ESSENT      CONVEN1RE      CARMENQUE 
 CHRISTO  QUASI   DEODICERE. 
 
 PLIN.EP.L.X, 
 
 MANCHESTER: 
 
 PRINTED    BY     G.    SWINDELLS, 
 
 MDCCLXXXIX, 
 
PREFACE. 
 
 PSALMS  and  HYMNS,  fung  with  humble- 
 adoration,  difFufe  a  calmnefs  ail  around  us, 
 give  a  proper  turn  to  our  thoughts,  ;md  purify 
 and  exalt  our  paffions.  They  ftrengthen  our  de- 
 votion, cheriih  divine  impulfes,  and  advance 
 praife  into  holy  rapture, 
 
 St.  Paul  therefore  writes  to  the  Coloffians ; 
 <f  htt  the  Word  o?  Christ  dwell  in  you  richly 
 in  all  wifdom,  teaching  and  admonifhing  one 
 another  in  Pfalms,  and  Hymns,  and  Spiritual 
 Songs,  Odai pncumatikai,  Spiritual  Odes,  ilnging 
 with  grace  in  your  hearts  to  the  Lord."  And 
 when  he  and  Silas  were  thruft  into  the  inner 
 prifon,  and  their  feet  fecured  in  the  ftocks,  even 
 "  at  midnight  they  prayed  and  fang  praifes," 
 bsnmoun  ten  Thems  fang  a  Hymn  to  God,  not- 
 withftanding  their  wearinefs,  hunger,  flripes, 
 and  blood. 
 
 Clemens  Alexandrinus,  who  lived  in  thefecond 
 century,  exhibits  an  amiable  picture  of  the  Chrif- 
 tians,  and  the   fan&ify  of  their  manners.     He 
 
 faith, 
 
[     vi.     ] 
 
 faith,  "  a  good  Chriftian's  life  is  a  continual  fef- 
 tival,  his  facrificcs  are  prayers  and  praifes,  read- 
 ing the  fcriptures  before  meat,  and  finging 
 pfalms  and  hymns  at  meat."  * 
 
 In  the  fragment  of  an  anonymous  author,  ex- 
 tant in  Eufebius  of  the  third  century,  the  herefy 
 of  Arteman,  v/ho  denied  the  Divinity  of  Chrift, 
 is  clearly  confuted  not  only  by  proofs  frcm  the 
 holy  fcriptures,  and  the  writings  of  the  preceding 
 Fathers,  but  alfo  from  "  the  Pfalms  and  Odes 
 which  were  compofed  by  the  Brethren,  wherein, 
 ten  Chrificn  hymnouji,  they  fang  Hymns  to  Chrift, 
 calling  him  God."  f  Such  a  private  compofition 
 was  that  hymn  which  Clemens  Alexandrinus 
 mentions,  as  commonly  known  among  the 
 Chrifliansin  his  days,  which  begins,  Chaire  Phosl 
 Kail,  Light.  § 
 
 The  following  Selection  is  adapted  to  the  prin- 
 cipal Fefrivals  of  the  Church.  And  the  chief 
 fubjeft  is  Divine  Love. 
 
 The  Love  of  God  is  manifefted  chiefly  in  fend- 
 ing  his   own    Son   into  this  world,   delivering 
 
 *  Stromal.  /.  J.  p.  523.      f  Lib.   V.  c.    28. 
 §  Prctreptic.  p.   52. 
 
 him 
 
[     vii.     j 
 
 him  up  to  death  for  us  all,  and  giving  the  know- 
 ledge of  falvation,  pardon  and  peace  to  thofe 
 who  repent  and  believe,  and  eternal  glory  to 
 thofe  who  continue  in  the  obedience  of  love. 
 
 The  Love  of  Chrift  is  celebrated  for  his  obe- 
 dience to  the  Father,  and  companion  towards  man. 
 He  aflumed  our  nature,  and  became  a  prophet  to 
 teach  us  the  religion  of  love —  a  king  to  enforce 
 the  law  of  love —  a  prieft  and  victim  to  atone  for 
 our  violations  of  that  law.  He  lived  to  keep  and 
 recommend  it  to  us.  He  wept,  agonized,  and 
 fweated  as  it  were  great  drops  of  blood,  to  mew 
 the  power  of  fympathizing  love.  He  died  on  the 
 crofs  to  feal,  with  the  laft  drop  of  his  blood,  the 
 grace  of  redeeming  love.  He  funk  into  the 
 grave,  and  defcended  into  hades,  to  manifeft  the 
 depth  of  love.  He  rofe  again  to  fecure  the  tri- 
 umphs of  love.  He  afcended  into  heaven  to 
 carry  on  the  myftery  of  love.  And  he  (till  liveth 
 to  make  interceffion  for  us,  and  to  draw  all  men 
 unto  himfelf. 
 
 The  Love  of  God  the  Holy  Ghoft  is  difplayed 
 in  his  comforting  and  fanttifying  influences.  He 
 infpired  the  patrjarchs,  prophets,  and  righteous 
 
 men 
 
[     viiL     J 
 
 men  in  all  ages.  He  eminently  defcended  upon 
 the  Apoftles ;  and  ftill  convinces  the  world  of  fin, 
 righteoufnefs,  and  judgment.  He  teftifies  the 
 love  x>f  Chrift.  He  applies  the  blood  of  fprink- 
 ling,  fan&ifies,  and  feals  obedient  Believers  with 
 the  power  cf  truth  and  love,  the  glory  of  the 
 chriftian  difpenfation.  He  directs  their  goings, 
 and  prepares  them  for  that  facred  day,  when 
 Chrift  fhall  come  again,  to  crown  them  with 
 glory,  honour,  and  immortality. 
 
 May  we  never  reft  fatisfied  with  a  fmall  degree 
 of  holy  animation.  Let  the  love  of  God,  the 
 grace  of  Chrift,  and  the  fellowihip  of  the  Holy 
 Ghoft  fill  our  fouls  :  then  fhali  we  emulate  the 
 celeftial  choirs  in  finging  the  unfearchable  riches 
 of  Christ  !  while  our  "hearts  burn  with  love 
 "  unto  Kim  that  loved  us,  and  warned  us  from 
 our  fins  in  his  own  blood,  and  hath  made  us 
 kings  and  priefts  unto  God  and  his  Father ;  to 
 him  be  glory  and  dominion  for  ever  and  ever. 
 Amen." 
 
 C       BAY  LEY- 
 
 MANCHESTER, 
 
 1789. 
 
GENERAL     CONTENTS. 
 
 Advent        .... 
 
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 Page. 
 
 6    to      1 8 
 
 Cbriflmas     .... 
 
 • 
 
 19  —     37 
 
 Old  and  New  Tear 
 
 • 
 
 v38  -    47 
 
 Epiphany     .... 
 
 • 
 
 48  —     50 
 
 Lent,  Penitence,  Temptation,  Fajiing 
 
 51  —  150 
 
 PaJJlon  Week 
 
 • 
 
 1.5 1  —  152 
 
 Good  Friday,  and  the  Sacrament 
 
 • 
 
 i53  —  236 
 
 Eafier          .... 
 
 • 
 
 237  —  246 
 
 The  Afcenfion  of  Chrift 
 
 • 
 
 247  —  256 
 
 IVhitfuntide 
 
 • 
 
 257  —  271. 
 
 Trinity 
 
 - 
 
 272  —  282 
 
 Difpenfation  of  the  Spirit 
 
 • 
 
 283  —  305 
 
 Baptifm  of  Water  and  the  Spirit 
 
 • 
 
 306  —  315 
 
 On  various  Qccajions     . 
 
 • 
 
 3,6  —  379 
 
 Funeral       .... 
 
 • 
 
 380  —  401 
 
 Praife  and  Thank/giving 
 
 • 
 
 402  ad  fine  m. 
 
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 SELECT    HYMNS. 
 
 It  is  very  meet.,  right,  &c.    Therefore,  &c. 
 
 i   Tl  /TEET  and  right  it  is  to  fing, 
 J[Vi  In  ev'ry  time  and  place, 
 Glory  to  our  heav'nly  king, 
 
 The  God  of  truth  and  grace ; 
 Join  we  then  with  fWeet  accord, 
 
 All  in  one  thankfgiving  join: 
 Holy,  holy,  holy,  Lord, 
 
 Eternal  praife  be  thine  1 
 
 2  Thee  the  firft-born  fons  of  light, 
 In  choral  fymphonies, 
 Praife  by  day,  day  without  night, 
 
 And  never,  never  ceafe : 
 Angels  and  archangels  all 
 
 Praife  the  myflic  Three  in  One ; 
 Sing,  and  ftop,  and  gaze,  and  fall 
 O'erwhelm'd  before  thy  throne. 
 
 A  3  Vying 
 
(    4    ) 
 
 Vying  with  that  happy  choir, 
 
 Who  chaunt  thy  praife  above, 
 We  on  eagle's  wings  afpire, 
 
 The  wings  of  faith  and  love  : 
 Thee  they  ling  with  glory  crown'd ; 
 
 We  extol  the  flaughter'd  Lamb; 
 Lower  if  our  voices  found, 
 
 Our  fubjecl  is  the  fame. 
 
 Father,  God,  thy  love  we  praife 
 
 Which  gave  thy  fon  to  die : 
 Jefus,  full  of  truth  and  grace, 
 
 Alike  we  glorify ; 
 Spirit,  Comforter  divine, 
 
 Praife  by  all  to  thee  be  giv'n ; 
 'Till  we  in  full  chorus  join, 
 
 And  earth  is  turn'd  to  heav'n. 
 
 HYMN        II. 
 
 j   "ft  /TEET  and  right  it  is  to  fing 
 J^VX   Glory  to  our  God  and  king 
 Meet  in  every  time  and  place, 
 To  rehearfe  his  folemn  praife. 
 
 2  Join  ye  faints,  the  fong  around ; 
 Angels  help  the  chearful  found  ; 
 Publifh  through  the  world  abroad 
 Glory  to  th'  eternal  God. 
 
 3  Praifes  here  to  thee  we  give, 
 Gracious  thou  our  thanks  receive ; 
 Holy  Father,  fov'reign  Lord, 
 Ev'ry  where  be  thou  ador'd. 
 
 Tha' 
 
(     5     ) 
 
 4  Though  th'  injurious  world  exclaim. 
 Sing  we  ftill  in  jefu's  name  ; 
 Saviour,  thee  we  ever  blefs, 
 Thee  our  Lord  and  God  confefs. 
 
 HYMN         III. 
 
 Glory  be  to  God  on  high,  and  in  earth,  &C„ 
 
 i    f^  LORY  be  to  God  on  high, 
 VJT   Goci  whofe  glory  fills  the  fky ; 
 Peace  on  earth  to  man  forgiven, 
 Man,  the  well-beloved  of  heaven. 
 
 2  Sovereign  Father,  heavenly  King, 
 Thee  we  now  prefume  to  fmg, 
 Glad  thy  attributes  confefs, 
 Glorious  all  and  numberlefs. 
 
 3  Hail,  by  all  thy  works  ador'd  ; 
 Hail  the  everlafting  Lord  ; 
 
 Thee  with  thankful  hearts  we  prove^ 
 Lord  of  power,  and  God  of  love  I 
 
 4  Chrift.  our  Lord  and  God  we  own  ; 
 Chrift.,  the  Father's  only  Son  : 
 Lamb  of  Gcd  for  finners  (lain, 
 Saviour  of  offending  man. 
 
 5  Bow  thy  ear,  in  mercy  bow, 
 Hear,  the  world's  atonement  thou  : 
 Jefus,  in  thy  name  we  pray, 
 Take,  O  take  our  fins  away. 
 
 A  2  6  Powerful 
 
(    6    ) 
 
 6  Powerful   Advocate  with  God, 
 Juftify  us  by  thy  blood  ! 
 Bow  thy  ear,  in  mercy  bow, 
 Hear,  the  world's  atonement  thou. 
 
 7  Hear,  for  thou,  O  Chrift,  alone, 
 With  thy  glorious  Sire  art  one ; 
 One  the  Holy  Ghoft  with  thee, 
 One  fupreme,  eternal  Three. 
 
 HYMN       IV. 
 
 Advent  of  Chrift. 
 
 i    T    AMB  of  God,  that  in  the  bofom 
 I  j     Of  the  Father  dwelled  high, 
 Deign  to  vifit  humble  finners, 
 From  thy  reft  above  the  Iky. 
 
 2  God  incarnate,  leave  thy  glory, 
 
 Nor  abhor  the  Virgin's  womb  j 
 Spread  falvation  like  a  river ; 
 Jefus,  let  thy  kingdom  come. 
 
 3  Love  divine,  all  loves  excelling, 
 
 Joy  of  heaven  to  earth  come  down  ; 
 Fix  in  us  thy  humble  dwelling, 
 All  thy  faithful  mercies  crown. 
 
 4  Jefus,  thou  art  all  companion, 
 
 Pure  unbounded  love  thou  art, 
 Vifit  us  with  thy  falvation, 
 Enter  ev'ry  trembling  heart. 
 
 5  Shepherds 
 
(     7     ) 
 
 5  Shepherds  did  you  hear  him  coming, 
 
 Whilft  you  kept  your  flocks  by  night  I 
 Did  you  fee  his  liar  in  heaven, 
 Blaze  with  new  created  light. 
 
 6  Hafte,  ye  Magi,  come  and  worfhip, 
 
 See  the  orient  ftar  before  ; 
 Bring  your  prefents,  gold  and  fpices, 
 Bleft  Arabia's  balmy  ftore. 
 
 7  All  ye  joyous  hofts  of  heaven 
 
 Loudly  fpeak  the  Saviour's  praife  ; 
 Saints  and  angels,  in  full  chorus, 
 Your  feraphic  voices  raife. 
 
 8  Come,  O  come,  your  hallelujahs 
 
 In  wide  echoing  fongs  proclaim, 
 
 Heaven  and  earth  with  joy  refounding, 
 
 Praife  the  bleft  Redeemer's  name. 
 
 HYMN       V. 
 
 ChriJVsMejfage.     Luke  iv.    18,    19. 
 
 1  TT  ARK  the  glad  found !   the  Saviour  comes ! 
 JLJL     The  Saviour  promis'd  long  ! 
 
 Let  ev'ry  heart  prepare  a  throne, 
 And  ev'ry  voice  a  fong. 
 
 2  On  him  the  fpirit  largely  pour'd 
 
 Exerts  its  facred  fire ; 
 Wifdom  and  might  and  Zealand  love. 
 His  holy  breaft  infpire. 
 
 A  3  3  He 
 
(     8     ) 
 
 3  He  comes  the  pris'ners  to  releafe, 
 
 In  fatan's  bondage  held  ; 
 The  gates  of  brafs  before  him  burft, 
 The  iron  fetters  yield. 
 
 4  He  comes  from  thickeft  films  of  vice 
 
 To  clear  the  mental  ray, 
 And  on  the  eye-balls  of  the  blind 
 To  pour  celeftial  day. 
 
 5  He  comes  the  broken  heart  to  bind, 
 
 The  bleeding  foul  to  cure  ; 
 And  with  the  treafures  of  his  grace, 
 T'  inrich  the  humble  poor. 
 
 6  Our  glad  hofannas,  Prince  of  peace, 
 
 Thy  welcome  lhall  proclaim  : 
 And  heaven's  eternal  arches  ring 
 With  thy  beloved  name. 
 
 HYMN       VI. 
 
 Luke  i.  25,   26. 
 
 .1    TESUS,  God  of  our  falvation, 
 J    We  defire  thyfelf  to  fee, 
 Waiting  for  the  confolation, 
 
 Longing  to  believe  on  thee  : 
 Now  vouchfafe  the  facred  power, 
 
 Now  the  faith  divine  impart ; 
 Meet  us  in  this  folemn  hour, 
 
 Shine  in  every  drooping  heart. 
 
 d/ma-like 
 
(     9     ) 
 
 2 .  dnva-like  within  the  temple, 
 
 Simeon-like  we  meekly  flay, 
 Daily  with  thy  faints  affemble, 
 
 Humbly  for  thy  coming  pray  : 
 While  our  fouls  are  bow'd  before  thee, 
 
 "While  we  thus  apply  for  grace, 
 Come,  thy  people's  light  and  glory, 
 
 Shew  to  all  thy  heavenly  face. 
 
 3  If  to  us  thy  facred  fpirit 
 
 Hath  the  future  grace  reveal'd, 
 Let  us  by  thy  righteous  merit 
 
 Now  receive  our  pardon  feal'd  : 
 To  eternal  life  appointed, 
 
 Let  us  thy  falvation  fee, 
 Now  behold  the  Lord's  anointed, 
 
 Now , obtain  our  heaven  in  thee. 
 
 HYMN        VII. 
 
 Praife, 
 
 i   T) REATHE  in  praife  of  your  Creator, 
 XJ  Every  heart  his  honours  raife, 
 Magnify  the  Lord  of  nature, 
 Magnify  the  God  of  grace, 
 Hallelujah ! 
 Fill  the  univerfe  with  praife. 
 
 2  Sing  with  glad  anticipation, 
 Mortals  and  immortals  fing, 
 Jefus  comes  with  full  falvation, 
 Jefus  doth  his  glory  bring  ; 
 Hallelujah !     " 
 God  omnipotent  is  King. 
 
 HYMN 
 
(     io    ) 
 
 HYMN        VIII. 
 
 Ifaiah  ix.  2.     Mai.  iv.  2. 
 
 1   T    IGHT  of  thofe  whofe  dreary  dwelling 
 1  j  Borders  on  the  fhades  of  death, 
 Come  !  and  by  thy  love's  revealing 
 
 Diffipate  the  clouds  beneath  : 
 The  new  heaven  and  earth's  Creator, 
 
 In  our  deepen1  darknefs  rife, 
 Scattering  all  the  night  of  nature, 
 
 Pouring  eye -fight  on  our  eyes. 
 
 2.  Still  we  wait  for  thy  appearing, 
 
 Life  and  joy  thy  beams  impart ; 
 Chafing  all  our  fears,  and  chearing 
 
 Every  poor  benighted  heart : 
 Come,  and  maniferl  the  favour 
 
 Thou  haft  for  the  ranfom'd  race ; 
 Come,  thou  univerfal  Saviour, 
 
 Come,  and  bring  the  gofpel  grace. 
 
 3   Save  us  in  thy  great  compamon, 
 
 O  thou  mild  pacific  Prince  ! 
 Give  the  knowledge  of  falvation, 
 
 Give  the  pardon  of  our  fins ; 
 By  thy  all-reftoring  merit 
 
 Every  burthen'd  foul  releafe  ; 
 By  the  influence  of  thy  fpirit 
 
 Guide  us  into  perfect  peace. 
 
 H  Y  M  N 
 
<  II  ) 
 
 HYMN       IX. 
 
 i    T    IGHT  of  life,  feraphic  fire, 
 I  j  Love  divine,  thyfelf  impart  I 
 Every  fainting  foul  infpire  ; 
 
 Shine  in  every  drooping  heart ! 
 Every  mournful  finner  chear ; 
 Scatter  all  our  guilty  gloom  ! 
 Son  of  God,  appear,  appear  ! 
 To  thy  human  temples  come  I 
 
 2  Come  in  this  accepted  hour ; 
 
 Bring  thy  heavenly  kingdom  in  ! 
 Fill  us  with  the  glorious  power, 
 
 Rooting  out  the  feeds  of  fin  : 
 Nothing  more  can  we  require  : 
 
 We  will  covet  nothing  lefs  : 
 Be  thou  all  our  heart's  defire, 
 
 All  our  joy  and  all  our  peace  ! 
 
 3  Blefling,  honour,  thanks  and  praife, 
 
 Pay  we  gracious  God  to  thee  ; 
 Thou  in  thy  Abundant  grace 
 
 Givefl:  us  the  victory  : 
 True  and  faithful  to  thy  word, 
 
 Thou  haft  glorify'd  thy  Son, 
 Jefus  Chrift  our  dying  Lord 
 
 Hath  for  us  the  conqueit  won. 
 
 Grateful  RecolleSiion — Ebenezer.     i.  Sam.  vii.  12. 
 
 c 
 
 OME,  thou  Fount  of  ev'ry  blefling, 
 Tune  my  heart  to  fing  thy  grace  ! 
 
 Streams 
 
(  12  ) 
 
 Streams  of  mercy  never  ceafing, 
 Call  for  fongs  of  louden:  praife  : 
 
 Teach  me  fome  melodious  fonnet, 
 Sung  by  flaming  tongues  above  ; 
 
 Sacred  mount — I'm  fixt  upon  it, 
 Mount  of  God's  redeeming  love  I 
 
 Here  I  raife  my  Ebenezer, 
 
 Hither  by  thy  help  I'm  come  ; 
 And  I  hope  by  thy  good  pleafure 
 
 Safely  to  arrive  at  home. 
 Jefus  fought  me  when  a  ftranger, 
 
 Wand'ring  from  the  fold  of  God  ; 
 He,  to  refcue  me  from  danger, 
 
 Interpos'd  his  precious  blood  1 
 
 O  !  to  grace  how  great  a  debtor 
 
 Daily  I'm  conftrahrd  to  be  ! 
 Let  thy  goodnefs,  like  a  fetter, 
 
 Bind  my  wandering  heart  to  thee  I 
 Prone  to  wander,  Lord,  I  feel  it ; 
 
 Prone  to  leave  Thee  whom  I  love — 
 Here's  my  heart,  O  take  and  feal  it ; 
 
 Seal  it  for  thy  courts  above  I 
 
 HYMN       XI. 
 
 Matt.  xxv.  6. 
 
 i    T7E  virgin  fouls  arife, 
 
 JL     With  all  the  dead  awake, 
 Unto  falvation  wife, 
 
 Oil  in  your  vefTels  take  ; 
 Upftarting  at  the  midnight  cry, 
 Behold  the  heavenly  bridegroom  nigh. 
 
 2  He 
 
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 2  He  comes,  He  comes  to  call 
 
 The  nations  to  his  bar, 
 And  raife  to  glory  all 
 
 Who  meet  for  glory  are  : 
 Made  ready  for  your  full  reward, 
 Go  forth  with  joy  to  meet  your  Lord. 
 
 3  Go  meet  him  in  the  fky, 
 
 Your  everlafting  Friend, 
 Your  Head  to  glorify, 
 With  all  his  faints  afcend  ; 
 Ye  pure  in  heart,  obtain  the  grace 
 To  fee  without  a  veil  his  face. 
 
 4  Ye  that  have  here  receiv'd 
 
 The  unction  from  above, 
 And  in  his  fpirit  liv'd 
 Obedient  to  his  love, 
 Jefus  fhall  claim  you  for  his  Bride  ; 
 Rejoice  with  all  the  fanctified. 
 
 HYMN        XII. 
 
 i    Y)  EJQICE  in  glorious  hope 
 XX»  Of  that  great  day  unknown, 
 When  we  fhall  be  caught  up 
 To  ftand  before  his  throne ; 
 Call'd  to  partake  the  marriage-feafr, 
 And  lean  on  our  ImmamiePs  breaft. 
 
 2  The  everlafting  doors 
 
 Shall  foon  the  faints  receive, 
 Above  thofe  angel-powers 
 In  glorious  joy  to  live, 
 Far  from  a  world  of  grief  and  fin, 
 With  God  eternally  mut  in. 
 
 %  Then 
 
(  '+  ) 
 
 3  Then  let  us  wait  to  hear 
 
 The  trumpet's  welcome  found ; 
 To  fee  our  Lord  appear, 
 Watching  let  us  be  found  ! 
 With  that  blefs'd  wedding  robe  endu'd 
 The  blood  and  righteoufnefs  of  God. 
 
 HYMN       XIII. 
 
 i       ^TT^HOU  Judge  of  quick  and  dead  ! 
 J[      Before  whofe  bar  fevere, 
 With  holy  joy,  or  guilty  dread, 
 We  all  mall  foon  appear  : 
 Our  caution'd  fouls  prepare  : 
 For  that  tremendous  day, 
 And  fill  us  now  with  watchful  care, 
 And  ftir  us  up  to  pray. 
 
 2.       To  pray,  and  wait  the  hour, 
 
 That  awful  hour  unknown, 
 When  robed  in  majeity  and  power, 
 
 Thou  malt  from  heaven  come  down ; 
 
 Th'  immortal  Son  of  Man, 
 
 To  judge  the  human  race, 
 With  all  thy  Father's  dazzling  train, 
 
 With  all  thy  glorious  grace. 
 
 3       To  damp  our  earthly  joys, 
 
 To  increafe  our  gracious  fears, 
 For  ever  let  th'  Archangel's  voice 
 Be  founding  in  our  ears  ; 
 The  folemn  midnight  cry, 
 <f  Ye  dead,  the  Judge  is  come, 
 *'  Arife,  and  meet  him  in  the  fky, 
 *'  And  meet  your  inftant  doom  !" 
 
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 O  may  we  thus  be  found 
 
 Obedient  to  his  word, 
 Attentive  to  the  trumpet's  found, 
 
 And  looking  for  our  Lord  i 
 
 O  may  we  thus  infure 
 
 A  lot  among  the  bleft, 
 And  watch  a  moment  to  fecure 
 
 An  everlafting  reft  I 
 
 HYMN       xiv. 
 Rev.  i.  7. 
 
 1  T    O  !   he  comes  with  clouds  descending, 
 
 [_^j  Once  for  favour'd  Tinners  flain  ! 
 Thoufand  thoufand  faints  attending 
 Swell  the  triumph  of  his  train. 
 
 Hallelujah  ! 
 God  appears  on  earth  to  reign. 
 
 2  Ev'ry  eye  fhall  now  behold  him 
 
 Rob'd  in  dreadful  majefty  ; 
 Thofe  who  fet  at  nought  and  fold  him, 
 Pierc'd  and  nail'd  him  to  the  tree, 
 Deeply  wailing 
 Shall  the  true  Mefliah  fee. 
 
 3  The  dear  tokens  of  his  paflion, 
 
 Still  his  dazzling  body  bears ; 
 Caufe  of  endlefs  exultation 
 To  his  ranfom'd  worfhippers : 
 With  what  rapture 
 Gaze  we  on  thofe  glorious  fears. 
 
 B  '  4  Yea! 
 
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 4  Yea,    Amen  !  let  all  adore  thee 
 High  on  thy  eternal  throne  ! 
 Saviour,  take  the  pow'r  and  glory, 
 Claim  the  kingdoms  for  thy  own : 
 J ah  !   Jehovah  ! 
 Everlafting  God  come  down. 
 
 hymn      xv. 
 
 i   TJE  comes,  He  comes,  the  Judge  fevere  ! 
 JlI   The  Seventh  trumpet  fpeaks  him  near; 
 His  iightnings  nafh,  his  thunders  roll ; 
 How  welcome  to  the  faithful  foul ! 
 
 2  From  heaven  angelic  voices  found, 
 See  th'  almighty  Jefus  crown'd  ! 
 Girt  with  omnipotence  and  grace, 
 And  glory  decks  the  Saviour's  face  ! 
 
 3  Defcending  on  his  azure  throne, 
 
 He  claims  the  kingdoms  for  his  own  ; 
 The  kingdoms  all  obey  his  word, 
 And  hail  him  their  triumphant  Lord  ! 
 
 4  Shout  all  the  people  of  the  Iky, 
 And  all  the  faints  of  the  moll  High, 
 Our  Lord,  who  now  his  right  obtains, 
 For  ever  and  for  ever  reigns. 
 
 hymn      XVI. 
 
 Prayer  for  ferioufnefs,  in  pro/pea  of  Eternity* 
 
 I   ^nr^HOU  God  of  glorious  majefty, 
 X      To  thee,  againft  myfelf  to  thee, 
 
 A 
 
(     »7     ) 
 
 A  worm  of  earth,  I  cry  ; 
 A  half  awaken'd  child  of  man, 
 An  heir  of  endlefs  "bills  or  pain, 
 
 A  finner  born  to  die. 
 
 2  Lo  !   on  a  narrow  neck  of  land 
 'Twixt  two  unbounded  feas  I  iland. 
 
 Secure,  infenfible  ! 
 A  point  of  time,  a  moment's  fpace 
 Removes  me  to  that  heavenly  place, 
 
 Or  fhuts  me  up  in  hell ! 
 
 3  O  God  my  inmoft  foul  convert ! 
 And  deeply  on  my  thoughtful  heart 
 
 Eternal  things  imprefs ; 
 Give  me  to  feel  their  folemn  weight, 
 And  tremble  on  the  brink  of  fate,* 
 
 And  wake  to  righteoufnefs. 
 
 4  Before 
 
 *  Fate,  Fatum,  fignif.es  "  what  is  fpoken"  from 
 the  Latin  word  fari  "  to  fpeak."  Fate  then  relates 
 to  w bat  the  Most  High  God  hath  fpoken.  So 
 Minutius  Felix,  that  able  Lawyer  and  great  Scholar 
 in  St.  Cyprian's  time,  fays,  Nihil  aliud  eft  Fatum 
 quam  quod  de  unoquoque  Noftrum  Deus  fatus  eft. 
 "  Fate  is  nothing  elfe  than  what  God  hath  spoken 
 concerning  every  one  of  us."  'The  Heathens  had  this 
 idea  of  it ;  for  fays  Statius,  Fatum  eft  quod  Dii 
 fantur. 
 
 Fate,  in  this  hymn,  may  relate  to  that  awful  -word 
 which  God  f pake  in  Gen.  Hi.  ip.  *<  Dufi  thou  art, 
 and  unto  Dufi  jh  alt  thou  return."  It  may  fignify  Death , 
 and  Difeafes  may  appear  more  or  lefs  fatal  as  they  feem 
 more  or  lefs  likely  to  fulfil  God's  word,  by  bringing  ut- 
 to  the  Dufi. 
 
 B    2 
 
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 4  Before  me  place  in  dread  array 
 The  pomp  of  that  tremendous  day, 
 
 When  thou  with  clouds  fhalt  come, 
 To  judge  the  nations  at  thy  bar  ; 
 And  tell  me,  Lord,  mail  1  be  there 
 
 To  meet  a  joyful  doom  ? 
 
 5  Be  this  my  one  great  bufinefs  here, 
 With  ferious  induftry  and  fear 
 
 Eternal  blifs  to'  infure  ; 
 Thy  utmoft  counfel  to  fulfil, 
 And  fuffer  all  thy  righteous  will, 
 
 And  to  the  end  endure. 
 
 6  Then,  Saviour,  then  my  foul  receive, 
 Tranfported  from  this  vale  to  live, 
 
 And  reign  with  thee  above  ; 
 Wrhere  faith  is  fweetly  loft  in  fight, 
 And  hope  in  full  fupreme  delight 
 
 And  everlafting  love. 
 
 HYMN        XVII. 
 
 l  ThefT.  iv.   1 6,  ly. 
 
 JESUS,  faithful  to  his  word, 
 Shall  with  a  fhout  defcend  : 
 Allheav'n's  hoft  their  glorious  Lord 
 
 Shall  joyfully  attend. 
 Chrift  fhall  come  with  dreadful  noife  ; 
 
 Lightnings  fwift,  and  thunders  loud, 
 With  the  great  Archangel's  voice, 
 And  with  the  trump  of  God. 
 
 2  Firft 
 
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 2  Firft  the  dead  in  Chrift  mall  rife ; 
 
 Then  we  that  yet  remain, 
 Shall  be  caught  up  to  the  ikies, 
 
 And  fee  our  Lord  again. 
 We  mall  meet  him  in  the  air, 
 
 All  rapt  up  to  heav'n  (hall  be, 
 Find,  and  love,  and  praife  him  there, 
 
 To  all  eternity. 
 
 3  Who.  can  tell  the  happinefs 
 
 This  glorious  hope  affords  ? 
 Joy  unutter'd  we  pofiefs 
 
 In  thefe  reviving  words. 
 Happy  while  on  earth  we  breathe, 
 
 .Mightier  blifs  ordain'd  to  know  ; 
 Trampling  down  fin,  hell,  and  death, 
 
 To  the  third  heav'n  we  go  ! 
 
 HYMN        XVIII. 
 
 Luke  ii.   14.     John  i.   14. 
 
 1  A   WAKE,  awake  the  facred  fong 
 J~\.     To  our  incarnate  Lord  ; 
 Let  every  heart  and  every  tongue 
 
 Adore  th'  eternal  Word. 
 
 2  In  heaven  the  rapt'rous  fong  began. 
 
 And  fweet  feraphic  lire 
 Through  all  the  mining  legions  ran, 
 And  tun'd  the  facred  lyre. 
 
 2  Down  through  the  portals  of  the  fky 
 Th'  impetuous  torrent  ran  ; 
 And  angels  flew  with  eager  joy 
 To  bear  the  news  to  man. 
 
 B  3  4  Jesu&. 
 
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 4  Jesus  has  left  his  throne  above 
 
 To  dwell  with  finful  worms  ; 
 And  thus  almighty  power  and  love 
 Appear  in  all  their  forms. 
 
 5  Hark  !   the  cherubic  armies  fhout, 
 
 And  glory  leads  the  fong  : 
 Good-will  and  peace  are  heard  throughout 
 The  whole  harmonious  throng. 
 
 6  With  joy  the  chorus  we  repeat, 
 
 Glory  to  God  on  high; 
 Good-will  and  peace  are  now  complete, 
 Jesus  was  born  to  die  ! 
 
 7  Hail,  Prince  of  life,  for  ever  hail ! 
 
 Redeemer,  Brother,  Friend  ! 
 Though  earth  and  time  and  life  mould  fail, 
 Thy  praife  fhall  never  end. 
 
 HYMN       XIX. 
 
 1  TTAIL,  Progeny  divine  ! 
 
 II   Hail,  Virgin's  wond'rous  Son  ! 
 Who  for  that  humble  flirine, 
 Didft  quit  th'  Almighty's  throne  : 
 
 The  Infant  Lord  our  voices  fing, 
 
 And  be  the  King  of  grace  ador'd. 
 
 2  Ye  Princes  difuppear, 
 
 And  boaft  your  crowns  no  more  ; 
 
 Lay  down  your  fceptres  here, 
 
 And  in  the  dull  adore  : 
 Where  Jefus  dwells,  the  manger  bare 
 In  luftre  far  your  pomp  excels. 
 
 3  With 
 
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 3  With  Bethleh'm's  fhepherds  mild, 
 The  angels  bow  their  head  ; 
 And  round  the  facred  child, 
 Their  guardian  wings  they  fpread  : 
 
 They  knew  that,  where  their  Sovereign  lies 
 In  low  difguife,  heaven's  court  is  there. 
 
 4  Thither,  my  foul,  repair, 
 And  humble  homage  pay 
 To  thy  Redeemer  fair, 
 As  on  his  natal  day  : 
 
 1  kifs  thy  feet,  and,  Lord,  would  be 
 A  child  like  thee,  whom  thus  I  greet. 
 
 HYMN       xx. 
 
 The    Song   of  Angels. 
 
 i    TTARK!   the  herald  angels  fing, 
 ["1   t(  Glory  to  their  new-born  King : 
 **  Peace  on  earth,  and  mercy  mild  ; 
 "  God  and  finners  reconcil'd." 
 Joyful,  all  ye  nations,  rife, 
 Join  the  triumph  of  the  flues, 
 With  th'  angelic  hoft  proclaim, 
 "  Chrift  is  born  in  Bethlehem." 
 
 2  Chrift,  by  higheft  heaven  ador'd, 
 Chrift,  the  everlafting  Lord  ; 
 Late  in  time  behold  him  come, 
 Offspring  of  a  virgin's  womb  : 
 Veil'd  in  fleAi  the  Godhead  fee, 
 Hail  th'  incarnate  Deity  ! 
 Pleas'd  as  man  with  men  to  appear, 
 Jesus  our  I u .vianuel  here. 
 
 3  Hail 
 
(      M     ) 
 
 Hail,  the  heaven-born  Prince  of  peace, 
 Hail,  the  Sun  of  righteoufnefs  I 
 Light  and  life  to  all  he  brings, 
 Rifen  with  healing  in  his  wings  ; 
 Mild  he  lays  his  glory  by, 
 Born  that  man  no  more  may  die, 
 Born  to  ralfe  the  fons  of  earth, 
 Born  to  give  them  fecond  birth. 
 
 Come,  defire  of  nations,  come, 
 Fix  in  us  thy  humble  home ; 
 Rife,  the  woman's  promis'd  feed, 
 Bruife  in  us  the  ferpent's  head  : 
 Adorns  likenefs  now  efface, 
 Stamp  thy  image  in  its  place  ; 
 Second  Adam  from  above, 
 Reinflate  us  in  thy  love. 
 
 HYMN       XXI. 
 
 1  OING,  ye  ranfom'd  nations,  fing 
 i^)   Praifes  to  our  new-born  King, 
 Son  of  man  our  Maker  is, 
 
 Lord  of  holts  and  Prince  of  peace. 
 
 2  Lo  !  he  lays  his  glory  by, 
 Emptied  of  his  majelty ; 
 
 See  the  God,   who  all  things  made, 
 Humbly  in  a  manger  laid. 
 
 3  Call  we  off  our  needlefs  fear, 
 Boldly  to  his  church  draw  near ; 
 Jefus  is  our  flefh  and  bone, 
 God  with  us  is  all  our  own. 
 
 5  Let 
 
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 4  Let  us  then  with  angels  gaze 
 
 On  our  new-born  Monarch's  face; 
 With  the  choir  celeftial  join'd, 
 Shout  the  Saviour  of  mankind. 
 
 5  Son  of  man,  will  he  defpife 
 Man's  well-meaning  facrifice  ? 
 No  ;  with  condefcending  grace 
 He  accepts  his  creature's  praife. 
 
 6  Will  his  majefty  difdain 
 
 The  poor  ihepherd's  fimple  ftrain  ? 
 No  ;  for  Ifrael's  fhepherd  he 
 Loves  their  artlefs  melody. 
 
 7  Let  us  then  our  Prince  proclaim, 
 Humbly  chaunt  ImmanuePs  name, 
 Publifh  at  his  wond'rous  birth 
 Praife  in  heaven,  and  peace  on  earth  J 
 
 8  Triumph  in  our  Saviour's  love, 
 Till  he  takes  us  up  above, 
 
 All  his  majefty  difplays, 
 Shews  us  all  his  glorious  face. 
 
 HYMN      xxn. 
 
 ALL  glory  to  God,  And  peace  upon  earth, 
 Be  publifh'd  abroad  At  Jefus's  birth ; 
 The  forfeited  favour  Of  heaven  we  find 
 Reftor'd  in  the  Saviour  And  friend  to  mankind. 
 
 Then  let  us  behold  Meflias  the  Lord, 
 By  prophets  foretold,  By  angels  ador'd  ; 
 Our  God's  incarnation  With  angels  proclaim, 
 And  publifh  filvation  In  Jefus's  name. 
 
 3  Our 
 
(     H    ) 
 
 3  Our  newly  born  king  By  faith  we  have  feen, 
 And  joyfully  fing  His  goodnefs  to  men, 
 That  all  men  may  wonder  At  what  we  impart, 
 And  thankfully  ponder  His  love  in  their  heart. 
 
 4  What  mov'd  the  Moft  High  So  greatly  to  ftoop  ? 
 He  comes  from  the  Iky  Cur  fouls  to  lift  up  ; 
 That  finners  forgiven  Might  finlefs  return 
 
 To  God  and  to  heaven,  Their  Maker  is  born. 
 
 5  Immanuel's  love  Let  finners  confefs, 
 
 Who  comes  from  above,  To  bring  us  his  peace: 
 
 Let  every  believer  His  mercy  adore, 
 
 And  praife  him  for  ever,  When  time  is  no  more. 
 
 HYMN        XXIIL. 
 
 A 
 
 WAY  with  our  fears ! 
 The  Godhead  appears 
 In  Chrift  reconcil'd, 
 The  Father  of  mercies  in  Jefus  the  child. 
 
 He  comes  from  above, 
 In  manifeft  love, 
 The  defire  of  our  eyes, 
 The  meek  Lamb  of  God  in  a  manger  he  lies. 
 
 At  Immanuel's  birth 
 What  a  triumph  on  earth  ! 
 Yet  could  it  afford 
 No  better  a  place  for  its  heavenly  Lord ! 
 
 4  The 
 
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 4  The  Ancient  of  Days 
 To  redeem  a  loft  race 
 From  his  glory  comes  down, 
 
 Self-humbled,  to  carry  us  up  to  a  crown. 
 
 5  Made  flefh  for  our  fake, 
 That  we  might  partake 
 The  nature  divine, 
 
 And  again  in  his  image,  his  holinefs  mine  : 
 
 6  An  heavenly  birth 
 Experience  on  earth, 
 And  rife  to  his  throne, 
 
 And  live  with  our  Jefus  eternally  one. 
 
 7  Then  let  us  believe, 
 And  gladly  receive 
 The  tidings  they  bring, 
 
 Who  publifh  to  finners  their  Saviour  and  king, 
 
 8  And  while  we  are  here 
 Our  king  mall  appear, 
 His  Spirit  impart, 
 
 And  form  his  full  image  of  love  in  our  heart. 
 
 i    TOIN  all  ye  joyful  nations, 
 
 J    Th'  acclaiming  hoft  of  heaven, 
 This  happy  morn  a  child  was  born, 
 To  us  a  fon  is  given : 
 
 The  mefTenger  and  token 
 
 Of  God's  eternal  favour, 
 God  hath  fent  down  to  us  his  Son, 
 
 An  univerfal  Saviour  I 
 
 9  The 
 
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 Z  The  wonderful  Mefiias, 
 The  joy  of  every  nation, 
 Jefus  his  name,  with  God  the  fame, 
 The  Lord  of  all  creation  : 
 
 The  Counfellor  of  finners, 
 
 Almighty  to  deliver, 
 The  Prince  of  peace  whofe  love's  increafe 
 
 Shall  reign  in  man  for  ever. 
 
 3  Go  fee  the  King  of  glory, 
 
 Difcern  the  heavenly  ftranger, 
 So  poor  and  mean,  his  court  an  inn, 
 His  cradle  is  a  manger. 
 
 Who  from  his  Father's  bofom, 
 
 But  now  for  us  defcended, 
 Who  built  the  Ikies,  on  earth  he  lies, 
 
 With  only  beafts  attended. 
 
 4  Whom  all  the  angels  worfhip 
 
 Lies  hid  in  human  nature  ; 
 Incarnate  fee  the  Deity, 
 The  infinite  Creator.     • 
 
 See  the  ftupendous  blefling 
 Which  God  to  us  hath  given  ; 
 
 A  child  of  man,  in  length  a  fpan, 
 Who  fills  both  earth  and  heaven. 
 
 5  Gaze  on  that  helplefs  object 
 
 Of  endlefs  adoration  i 
 Thofe  infant  hands  fhall  burft  our  bands, 
 And  work  out  our  falvation  : 
 
 Strangle 
 
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 Strangle  the  crooked  ferpent, 
 Deftroy  his  works  for  ever, 
 
 And  open  fet  the  heavenly  gate 
 To  every  true  believer. 
 
 6  Till  then,  thou  holy  Jefus, 
 
 We  humbly  bow  before  thee, 
 Our  treafures  bring  to  ferve  our  king, 
 And  joyfully  adore  thee  : 
 
 To  thee  we  gladly  render 
 
 Whate'er  thy  grace  hath  given, 
 
 Till  thou  appear,  in  glory  here, 
 And  take  us  up  to  heaven. 
 
 HYMN       XXV. 
 
 i  \  NGELS  fpeak,  let  men  give  ear, 
 2\.  Sent  from  high,  they  are  nigh, 
 And  forbid  our  fear. 
 
 2  News  they  bring  us  of  falvation, 
 
 Sounds  of  joy  to  employ 
 Every  tongue  and  nation. 
 
 3  Welcome  tidings !   to  retrieve  us 
 
 From  our  fall,  born  for  all, 
 Chrift  is  born  to  fave  us. 
 
 4  Born  his  creatures  to  reftore, 
 
 AbjecT:  earth  fees  his  birth, 
 Whom  the  heavens  adore. 
 
 C  5  Wrapped 
 
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 5  Wrapp'd  in  fwathes  th'  immortal  ftranger, 
 
 Man  with  men  we  have  feen 
 Lying  in  a  manger. 
 
 6  We  have  feen  the  King  of  Glory, 
 
 We  proclaim  Chrift  his  name, 
 And  record  his  ftory. 
 
 7  Sing  we  with  the  hoft  of  heaven, 
 
 Reconcil'd  by  a  child 
 Who  to  us  is  given. 
 
 S  Glory  be  to  God  the  giver, 
 Peace  and  love  from  above 
 Reign  on  earth  for  ever. 
 
 HYMN        XXVI. 
 
 Luke  i.   13,  14. 
 
 1  S~*  LORY  be  to  God  on  high, 
 Vj   And  peace  on  earth  defcend  ; 
 God  comes  down  :  he  bows  the  Iky, 
 
 And  fhews  himfelf  our  friend ! 
 God  th'  invifible  appears, 
 
 God  the  bleft,  the  great  I  AM 
 Sojourns  in  this  vale  of  tears, 
 
 And  Jefus  is  his  name. 
 
 2  Him  the  angels  all  ador'd, 
 
 Their  maker  and  their  king : 
 
 Tidings  of  their  humbled  Lord, 
 
 They  now  to  mortals  bring : 
 
 Emptied 
 
(     *9     ) 
 
 Emptied  of  his  majefty, 
 
 Of  his  dazzling  glories  fhorn, 
 Being's  fource  begins  to  be> 
 
 And  God  himfelf  is  bora! 
 
 3  See  th'  eternal  Son  of  God 
 
 A  mortal  fon  of  man, 
 Dwelling  in  an  earthly  clod, 
 
 Whom  heaven  cannot  contain  ! 
 Stand  amaz'd,  ye  heavens,   at  this  ! 
 
 See  the  Lord  of  earth  and  fkies ! 
 Humbled  to  the  duft  he  is, 
 
 And  in  a  manger  lies ! 
 
 4  We  the  fons  of  men  rejoice, 
 
 The  Prince  of  peace  proclaim, 
 With  heaven's  hoft  lift  up  our  voice, 
 
 And  fhout  Immanuel's  name  : 
 Knees  and  hearts  to  him  we  bow, 
 
 Of  our  flefh,  and. of  our  bone, 
 Jefus  is  our  brother  now, 
 
 And  God  is  all  our  own  ! 
 
 HYMN       XXVII. 
 
 i    ;       ET  earth  and  heaven  combine, 
 1   j     Angels  and  men  agree, 
 To  praife  in  fongs  divine 
 
 Th'  incarnate  Deity, 
 Our  God  contracted  to  a  fpan, 
 Incomprehenfibly  made  man. 
 
 C  2  z  He 
 
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 2  He  laid  his  glory  by, 
 
 He  wrapp'cl  him  in  our  clay, 
 Unmark'd  by  human  eye, 
 
 The  latent  Godhead  lay ; 
 Infant  of  days  he  here  became  : 
 And  bore  the  mild  Immanuel's  name. 
 
 3  See  in  that  infant's  face 
 
 The  depths  of  Deity, 
 And  labour  while  ye  gaze 
 
 To  found  the  myftery  : 
 In  vain;  ye  angels  gaze  no  more, 
 But  fall,  and  filently  adore. 
 
 4  Unfearchable  the  love 
 
 That  hath  the  Saviour  brought, 
 The  grace  is  far  above 
 
 Or  men  or  Angel's  thought; 
 Suffice  for  us  that  God  we  know, 
 Our  God  is  manifeft  below. 
 
 5  He  deigns  in  flefh  t*  appear, 
 
 Wideft  extremes  to  join, 
 To  bring  our  vilenefs  near, 
 
 And  make  us  all  divine  : 
 And  we  the  life  of  God  fliall  know, 
 For  God  is  manifeft  below. 
 
 6  Made  perfect  firft  in  love, 
 
 And  funttify'd  by  grace, 
 We'  lhall  from  earth  remove, 
 
 And  fee  his  glorious  face ; 
 His  love  mail  then  be  fully  fhew'd,     . 
 And  man  fliall  all  be  loft  in  God. 
 
 H  Y  M  N 
 
(     3i     ) 
 
 H  Y  M   H        XXVI 1 1. 
 
 Gratitude  for  the  Incarnation, 
 
 F 
 
 ATHER,  our  hearts  we  lift 
 Up  to  thy  gracious  throne, 
 And  blefs  thee  for  the  precious  gift 
 Of  thy  incarnate  Son  ; 
 The  gift  unfpeakable 
 We  thankfully  receive, 
 And  to  the  world  thy  goodnefs  tell, 
 And  to  thy  glory  live. 
 
 Jefus,  the  holy  child, 
 
 Doth  by  his  birth  declare 
 That  God  and  man  are  reconcile, 
 
 And  one  in  him  we  are  : 
 
 Salvation  through  his  name 
 
 To  all  mankind  is  given, 
 And  loud  his  infant-cries  proclaim 
 
 A  peace  'twixt  earth  and  heaven. 
 
 A  peace  on  earth  he  brings, 
 Which  never  more  mall  end : 
 
 The  Lord  of  hofts,  the  King  of  Kir gs> 
 Declares  himfelf  our  friend  : 
 ArTumes  our  flefh  and  blood, 
 That  we  his  Sp'rit  may  gain  ; 
 
 The  everlafting  Son  of  God, 
 
 The  mortal  fon  of  man. 
 
 Hic  kingdom  from  above 
 He  doth  to  us  impart, . 
 And  pure  benevolence  and  love 
 
 O'erflow  the  faithful  heart : 
 
 C  5  Chang'd 
 
(     3*     ) 
 
 Chang'd  in  a  moment,  we 
 The  fweet  attraction  find, 
 With  open  arms  of  charity 
 
 Embracing  all  mankind. 
 
 O  might  they  all  receive 
 
 The  new-born  Prince  of  Peace  ; 
 And  meekly  in  his  Spirit  live, 
 
 And  in  his  love  increafe  ! 
 
 Till  he  convey  us  home, 
 
 Cry  every  foul  aloud, 
 Come,  thou  defireof  nations,  come, 
 
 And  take  us  up  to  God. 
 
 HYMN       XXIX. 
 
 Matt.  i.  21.     Hag.  ii.  7.     Luke  xvii.  2Y. 
 
 1  /^iOME,  thou  long-expetted  Jefus, 
 V^     Born  to  fet  thy  people  free, 
 From  our  fears  and  fins  relieve  us, 
 
 Let  us  find  our  reft  in  thee  : 
 Ifrael's  ftrength  and  confolation, 
 
 Hope  of  all  the  earth  thou  art, 
 Dear  defire  of  every  nation, 
 
 Joy  of  every  longing  heart. 
 
 2  Born  thy  people  to  deliver, 
 
 Born  a  child,  and  yet  a  King, 
 Born  to  reign  in  us  for  ever, 
 
 Nov/  thy  gracious  kingdom  bring  : 
 By  thy  own  eternal  Spirit 
 
 Rule  in  all  our  hearts  alone  ; 
 By  thy  all-fufficient  merit 
 
 Raife  to  us  thy  glorious  throne. 
 
 HYMN 
 
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 HYMN       XXX. 
 
 1  T    ET  angels  and  archangels  ling 
 
 I   j  The  wonderful  Immanuel's  name, 
 Adore  with  us  our  new-born  King, 
 
 And  ftill  the  joyful  news  proclaim  ; 
 All  earth  and  heaven  be  ever  join'd 
 To  praife  the  Saviour  of  mankind. 
 
 2  The  everlafting  God  comes  down 
 
 To  fojourn  with  the  fons  of  men  : 
 Without  his  majefty  or  crown 
 
 The  great  Invifible  is  feen\ 
 Of  all  his  dazzling  glories  (horn, 
 The  everlafting  God  is  born  ! 
 
 3  Angels,  behold  that  infant's  face, 
 
 With  rapt'rous  awe  the  Godhead  own, 
 'Tis  all  your  heaven  on  him  to  gaze, 
 
 And  carl:  your  crowns  before  his  throne  ; 
 Though  now  he  on  his  footftool  lies, 
 Ye  know  he  built  both  earth  and  Ikies. 
 
 4  By  him  into  exiftence  brought, 
 
 Ye  fang  the  all-creating  Word  ; 
 Ye  heard  him  call  our  world  from  nought ; 
 
 Again,  in  honour  of  your  Lord, 
 Ye  morning  ftars,  your  hymns  employ, 
 And  fnout,  ye  fons  of  God,  for  joy. 
 
 HYMN       XXX] 
 
 T 
 
 HE  Creator  of  all, 
 To  repair  our  fad  fall, 
 
 From 
 
(     34    ) 
 
 From  heaven  ftoops  down  ; 
 Lays  hold  of  our  nature,  and  joins  to  his  own. 
 
 Our  Immanuel  came, 
 The  whole  whole  world  to  redeem, 
 And  incarnated  fhew;d 
 That  man  may  again  be  united  to  God  ! 
 
 And  fhall  we  not  hope 
 After  God  to  wake  up, 
 His  nature  to  know  ? 
 His  nature  is  finlefs  perfection  below. 
 
 To  this  heavenly  prize 
 By  faith  let  us  rife, 
 To  his  image  afcend, 
 Apprehended  of  God,  let  us  God  apprehend. 
 
 HYMN       XXXII. 
 
 i      A   LL-WISE,  all-good,  almighty  Lord, 
 x\.  Jefus,  by  higheft  heavens  ador'd, 
 
 E'er  time  its  courfe  began ; 
 How  did  thy  glorious  mercy  ftoop 
 To  take  the  fallen  nature  up, 
 
 When  thou  thyfelf  wert  man  ? 
 
 2  The  eternal  God  from  heaven  came  down, 
 The  King  of  Glory  dropp'd  his  crov/n, 
 
 And  veil'd  his  majefty  ; 
 Emptied  of  all  but  love  he  came  ; 
 Jefus,  I  call  thee  by  the  name 
 Thy  pity  bore  for  me. 
 
 3  Didft 
 
(     35     ) 
 
 3  Didft  thou  not  in  thy  perfon  join 
 The  natures  human  and  divine, 
 
 That  God  and  man  might  be 
 Henceforth  infeparably  one  ? 
 Hafte  then,  and  make  thy  nature  known 
 
 Incarnated  in  me. 
 
 4  I  long  thy  coming  to  confefs, 
 Thy  myftic  power  of  godlinefs, 
 
 The  life  divine  to  prove  : 
 The  fulnefs  of  thy  life  to  know, 
 Redeem'd  from  all  my  fins  below, 
 
 And  perfected  in  love. 
 
 HYMN        XXXIII. 
 
 i      A    LL  glory  to  God  in  the  fky, 
 
 jr\.  And  peace  upon  earth  be  reftor'd  ! 
 O  Jefus,  exalted  on  high, 
 
 Appear  our  omnipotent  Lord : 
 Who  meanly  in  Bethlehem  born, 
 
 Didft  ftoop  to  redeem  a  loft  race, 
 Once  more  to  thy  creatures  return, 
 
 And  reign  in  thy  kingdom  of  grace. 
 
 2  When  thou  in  our  flefh  didft  appear, 
 All  nature  acknowledg'd  thy  birth ; 
 Arofe  the  acceptable  year, 
 
 And  heaven  was  open'd  on  earth ; 
 Receiving  its  Lord  from  above, 
 
 The  world  was  united  to  blifs, 
 The  giver  of  concord  and  love, 
 
 The  Prince  and  the  Author  of  peace. 
 
 3  O  wouldft 
 
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 O  wouldfl  thou  again  be  made  known, 
 
 Again  in  the  Spirit  defcend  ; 
 And  fet  up  in  each  of  thy  own 
 
 A  kingdom  that  never  fhall  end. 
 Thou  only  art  able  to  blefs, 
 
 And  make  the  glad  nations  obey, 
 And  bid  the  dire  enmity  ceafe, 
 
 And  bow  the  whole  world  to  thy  fway. 
 
 Come  then  to  thy  fervants  again, 
 
 Who  long  thy  appearing  to  know ; 
 Thy  quiet  and  peaceable  reign 
 
 In  mercy  eftablifh  below  : 
 All  forrow  before  thee  mail  fly, 
 
 And  anger  and  hatred  be  o'er, 
 And  envy  and  malice  fhall  die, 
 
 And  difcord  afflict  us  no  more. 
 
 No  horrid  alarum  of  war 
 
 Shall  break  our  eternal  repofe  : 
 
 No  found  of  the  trumpet  is  there, 
 Where  Jefus's  fpirit  o'erflows  : 
 
 Appeas'd  by  the  charms  of  thy  grace, 
 We  all  fhall  in  amity  join, 
 
 And  kindly  each  other  embrace, 
 And  love  with  a  paflion  like  thine. 
 
 R 
 
 HYMN       XXXIV. 
 
 Ifaiah  ix.  6. 
 
 EJOICE  in  Jefii's  Birth  ! 
 To  us  a  Son  is  given, 
 
 To 
 
(     37     ) 
 
 To  us  a  Child  is  born  on  earth, 
 
 Who  made  both  earth  and  heaven  ! 
 
 His  Shoulder  props  the  fky, 
 
 This  univerfe  fuftains  ! 
 The  God  fupreme,  the  Lord  moft  high, 
 
 The  King  Mefliah  reigns  ! 
 
 Our  Counfellor  we  praife 
 
 Our  Advocate  above, 
 Who  daily  in  his  Church  difplays 
 
 His  Miracles  of  love. 
 
 The  Almighty  God  is  he  ; 
 
 Author  of  heavenly  blifs  ; 
 The  Father  of  eternity, 
 
 The  glorious  Prince  of  peace. 
 
 hymn     xxxv. 
 
 FATHER,  thou  haft  beftow'd 
 On  Man  the  incarnate  God  : 
 Shining  in  our  Nature's  Night, 
 In  our  mortal  flefh  reveal'd, 
 Him,  the  true  eternal  Light 
 Earth's  remoteft  ends  beheld. 
 
 But  will  he  not  again 
 Appear  on  earth  to  reign  ? 
 Yes,  the  Light  of  life  divine 
 
 All  mankind  mail  foon  receive  ; 
 Chrift  in  every  foul  mall  fhine, 
 Chrift  in  every  heart  mail  live. 
 
 O  that  we  now  might  feel 
 Thy  gift  unfpeakable  ! 
 
 Father, 
 
(     38     ) 
 
 Father,  for  thy  Son  we  wait: 
 Now  thy  great  falvation  fend, 
 
 Sole  immortal  Potentate, 
 
 King  of  faints,  till  time  fhall  end. 
 
 HYMN      xxxvi. 
 
 Frail  Life,   and  Succeeding  Eternity, 
 
 i  ^T^HEE  we  adore,  eternal  name  ! 
 1        And  humbly  own  to  thee, 
 How  feeble  is  our  mortal  frame, 
 What  dying  worms  we  be  ! 
 
 2  Our  wafting  lives  grow  ihorter  frill, 
 
 As  days  and  months  increafe  ; 
 And  every  beating  pulfe  we  tell, 
 Leaves  but  the  number  lefs. 
 
 3  The  year  rolls  round,  and  fteals  away 
 
 The  breath  that  nrft  it  gave  ; 
 
 Whate'er  we  do,  where'er  we  be, 
 
 We're  trav'ling  to  the  grave. 
 
 4  Dangers  ftand  thick  through  all  the  ground, 
 
 To  pufh  us  to  the  tomb  ; 
 And  fierce  difeafes  wait  around, 
 To  hurry  mortals  home. 
 
 5  Great  God,  on  what  a  (lender  thread 
 
 Hang  everlafting  things ! 
 Th'  eternal  ftates  of  all  the  dead, 
 Upon  life's  feeble  firings ! 
 
 6  Infinite 
 
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 6  Infinite  joy,  or  endlefs  woe 
 
 Depends  on  every  breath  ! 
 And  yet  how  unconcern'd  we  ga 
 Upon  the  brink  of  death  ! 
 
 7  Waken,  O  Lord,  our  drowfy  fenfe, 
 
 To  walk  this  dang'rous  road  ; 
 
 And  if  our  fouls  are  hurry'd  hence, 
 
 May  they  be  found  with  God  ! 
 
 Y 
 
 HYMN        XXXVII. 
 
 The  ne-iv  Tear. 
 
 E  worms  of  earth  arife, 
 Ye  creatures  of  a  day, 
 Redeem  the  time,  be  bold,  'be  wife, 
 And  caft  your  bonds  away  : 
 Shake  off  the  chains  of  fin, 
 Let  all  affembled  here, 
 With  hymns  of  praifes,  ufherin 
 The  acceptable  year. 
 
 The  year  of  gofpel  grace 
 
 Like  us  rejoice  to  fee, 
 And  thankfully  uiChrist  embrace 
 
 Your  proffer'd  liberty  ; 
 
 Pardon  and  peace  are  nigh, 
 
 Which  every  foul  may  prove ; 
 The  Lord,  who  now  is  pairing  by, 
 
 Makes  this  the  time  of  love. 
 
 2       Saviour  and  Lord  of  all, 
 Thy  proffer  we  receive, 
 
 D  Obedient 
 
(     4°     ) 
 
 Obedient  to  thy  gofpel  call 
 
 That  bids  us  turn,  and  live  ; 
 
 Our  former  years  mif-pent, 
 
 Though  late,  we  deeply  mourn, 
 And  foften'd  by  thy  grace  repent, 
 
 And  to  thy  arms  return. 
 
 With  fear,  and  grief,  and  fhame, 
 
 Our  folly  we  bemoan  ; 
 But  wonder  at  the  patient  Lamb, 
 
 Who  lets  us  ftill  alone  : 
 
 Thy  patience  lifts  us  up, 
 
 Thy  free  unbounded  grace, 
 And  all  our  fear  is  loft  in  hope, 
 
 And  all  our  grief  in  praife. 
 
 3       To  Thee,  by  whom  we  live, 
 
 Our  praife  and  lives  we  pay; 
 Praife  ardent,  cordial,  conftant  give, 
 
 And  ihout  to  fee  thy  day  : 
 
 Thy  day  of  faving  grace, 
 
 Thy  confecrated  year, 
 When  the  bright  fun  of  righteoufnefs 
 
 Doth  to  our  world  appear. 
 
 Rifen,  we  know,  Thou  art, 
 
 With  healing  in  thy  wings, 
 We  feel,  we  feel  it  in  our  heart, 
 
 The  life  thy  prefence  brings ! 
 
 The  feal  and  earneft  this, 
 
 Our  pardon  we  receive, 
 And  look  with  Thee  in  glorious  blifs 
 
 Eternally  to  live. 
 
 HYMN 
 
(     4*      ) 
 
 H   V  M   N        XXXVI  i  I. 
 
 The  Jubilee.     Joel  ii.  i. 
 
 i  TJ  LOW  ye   Trumpet,   blow 
 
 J3     The  gladly  folemn  found, 
 •  Let  all  the  nations  know 
 To  earth's  remoter!:  bound, 
 •  The  year  of  jubilee  is  come; 
 Return,  ye  ranfom'd  finners,  home  ! 
 
 2  Exalt  the  Lamb  of  God, 
 
 The  fin  atoning  Lamb; 
 Redemption  by  his  Blood 
 
 Thoughout  the  world  proclaim  : 
 The  year  of  jubilee  is  come; 
 Return,  ye  ranfom'd  finners,  home  ! 
 
 3  Ye  who  have  fold  for  nought 
 
 Your  heritage  above  ; 
 Shall  have  it  back  unbought, 
 
 The  gift  of  Jesu's  love  ; 
 The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
 Return,  ye  ranfom'd  finners,  home ! 
 
 4  Ye  flaves  of  fin  and  hell, 
 
 Your  liberty  receive, 
 And  fafe  in  Jesus  dwell, 
 And  bleft  in  J  e  s  u  s  live : 
 The  year  of  jubilee  is  come; 
 Return,  ye  ranfom'd  finners,  home! 
 
 5  The  Gofpel-Trumpet  hear, 
 
 The  news  of  pardoning  grace, 
 
 D  2  Ye 
 
( >  >   , 
 
 Ye  happy  fouls,  draw  near, 
 Before  your  Saviour's  Face : 
 The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
 Return  to  your  eternal  home. 
 
 Jesus,  our  great  High-Prieft, 
 Hath  full  atonement  made ; 
 Ye  weary  fpirits  reft, 
 
 Ye  mournful  fouls  be  glad, 
 
 The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
 
 Return,  ye  ranfom'd  finners,  home! 
 
 HYMN       XXXIX. 
 
 The  Tear  of  Releafe.     Ifaiah  lxi.  I,  2, 
 
 1  A    LL  praife  to  the  Lord  whofe  trumpet  we 
 J~\  hear,  ^ 
 
 Which  fpeaks  in  his  word  the  feftival  year  : 
 The  loud  proclamation  of  freedom  and  thrall, 
 And  gofpel  falvation  is  publim'd  to  all. 
 
 2  The  year  of  releafe  even  now  is  begun, 
 
 And  pardon  and  peace  with  Jesus  Tent  down : 
 Eternal  redemption  through  Him  we  obtain, 
 And  prefent  exemption  from  paflion  and  pain. 
 
 3  Ye  Spirits  enflav'd  your  liberty  claim, 
 Believe,  and  be  fav'd  through  Jesus's  name: 
 That  infinite  Lover  of  finners  embrace, 
 And  gladly  recover  his  forfeited  grace. 
 
 4.  With  jcyfulleft  news  your  prifons  refound, 
 Your  fetters  are  loofe,  your  fouls  are  unbound  : 
 
 Refume 
 
(     43     ) 
 
 Refume  the  poffeflion  for  which  ye  were  born, 
 F  vom  fat  an' s  oppreffion  to  heaven  return. 
 
 c 
 
 HYMN        XL. 
 
 Keb.  xi.    14,  16. 
 
 iOME,  let  us  anew  our  journey  purfue, 
 ^  With  vigour  arife, 
 
 And  prefs  to  our  permanent  place  in  the  fkies. 
 Of  heavenly  birth,  though  wandering  on  earth, 
 This  is  not  our  place, 
 But  ftrangers  and  pilgrims  ourfelves  we  confers. 
 
 2  At  Jefus's  call  we  gave  up  our  all  ; 
 
 And  ftill  v/e  forego, 
 For  Jefus's  fake,  our  enjoyments  below. 
 No  longing  we  find  for  the  country  behind, 
 But  onward  we  move, 
 And  ftiil  we  are  feeking  a  country  above. 
 
 3  A  country  of  joy  without  any  alloy, 
 
 We  thither  repair, 
 Our  heart  and  our  treafure  already  are  there. 
 We  march  hand  in  hand  to  ImmanuePs  land  ; 
 No  matter  what  chesr 
 We  meet  with  on  earth,  for  eternity's  near. 
 
 4  The  rougher  our  way  the  ihorter  our  Hay, 
 
 The  troubles  that  come 
 Shall  come  to  our  refcue,  and  haften  us  home. 
 The  fiercer  the  blafl  the  fooner  'tis  pall, 
 The  tempefts  that  rife 
 Shall  glorioufly  hurry  our  fouls  to  the  fkies. 
 
 D    3  HYfttft 
 
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 HYMN        XL  I. 
 
 Jam.  iv.    14.      2  Tim.  iv.  7. 
 
 1  /^lOME,  let  us  anew  our  journey  purfue, 
 V^i  Roll  round  with  the  year, 
 
 And  never  ftand  ftill  till  the  mafter  appear  ; 
 His  adorable  will  let  us  gladly  fulfil, 
 And  our  talents  improve 
 By  the  patience  of  hope,  and  the  labour  of  love. 
 
 2  Our  life  is  a  dream,  our  time  as  a  ftream 
 
 Glides  fwiftly  away, 
 And  the  fugitive  moment  refufes  to  ftay  : 
 
 The  arrow  is  flown,  the  moment  is  gone, 
 The  millennial  year 
 Rufhes  on  to  our  view,  and  eternity's  here  ! 
 
 3  O  that  each  in  the  day  of  his  coming  might  fay, 
 
 "  I  have  fought  my  way  through, 
 "  I  have  finim'dtheworkthoudidftgivemetodol" 
 O  that  each  from  his  Lord  may  receive  the 
 glad  word, 
 "  Well  and  faithfully  done, 
 "  Enter  into  my  joy,  and  fit  down  on  my  throne  ! " 
 
 HYMN        XLII. 
 
 Luke  jriii,  7,  8,  9. 
 
 THE  Lord  of  earth  and  Iky, 
 The  God  of  ages  praife, 
 Who  reigns  enthron'd  on  high, 
 Antient  of  endlefs  days, 
 
 Who 
 
(    45     ) 
 
 Who  lengthens  out  our  trial  here, 
 And  fpares  us  yet  another  year. 
 
 2  Barren  and  wither'd  trees 
 
 We  cumber'd  long  the  ground, 
 No  fruit  of  holinefs 
 
 On  our  dead  fouls  was  found  ; 
 Yet  doth  he  us  in  mercy  fpare 
 Another  and  another  year. 
 
 3  When  juftice  bar'd  the  fword 
 
 To  cut  the  fig-tree  down, 
 The  pity  of  our  Lord 
 Cried,  let  it  ftill  alone  ! 
 The  Father  mild  inclines  his  ear, 
 And  fpares  us  yet  another  year. 
 
 4  Jesus,  thy  fpeaking  blood 
 
 From  God  obtain'd  the  grace, 
 Who  therefore  hath  beftow'd 
 On  us  a  longer  fpace, 
 Thou  didft  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  perfection  bear. 
 
 hymn      x  L  I  1 1 . 
 
 i    QING  to  the  great  Jehovah's  praife  ! 
 i3     All  praife  to  him  belongs, 
 
 Who 
 
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 Who  kindly  lengthens  out  our  days, 
 
 Demands  our  choiceft  fongs  : 
 Whofe  providence  has  brought  us  through 
 
 Another  various  year, 
 We  all  with  vows  and  anthems  new 
 
 Before  our  God  appear. 
 
 Father,  thy  mercies  paft  we  own, 
 
 Thy  ftill  continued  care, 
 To  thee  prefenting,  through  thy  Son, 
 
 Whate'er  we  have,  or  are  ; 
 Our  lips  and  lives  mail  gladly  fhow 
 
 The  wonders  of  thy  love, 
 While  on  in  Jefu's  fteps  we  go 
 
 To  fee  thy  face  above. 
 
 Our  refidue  of  days  or  hours 
 
 Thine,  wholly  Thine  fhall  be, 
 And  all  our  confecrated  powers 
 
 A  facrifice  to  Thee  : 
 Till  Jelus  in  the  clouds  appear 
 
 To  faints  on  earth  forgiven, 
 And  bring  the  grand  fabbatic  year 
 
 The  jubilee  of  heaven. 
 
 H  Y  M  N       XL  IV. 
 
 P/ulm  xc. 
 
 i    /~*\  God  I  our  help  in  ages  pall, 
 \_J     Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 
 Our  ihelter  from  the  Itormy  blaft, 
 And  our  eternal  home. 
 
 2  Under 
 
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 2  Under  the  fhadow  of  thy  throne 
 Still  may  we  dwell  fecure  ; 
 Sufficient  is  thy  arm  alone, 
 And  our  defence  is  fure. 
 
 5  Before  the  hills  in  order  ftood, 
 Or  earth  receiv'd  her  frame, 
 From  everlafting  thou  art  God, 
 To  endlefs  years  the  fame. 
 
 4  A  thoufand  ages  in  thy  fight 
 
 Are  like  an  evening  gone  ; 
 Short  as  the  watch  that  ends  the  night 
 Before  the  rifing  fun. 
 
 5  The  bufy  tribes  of  flefh  and  blood, 
 
 With  all  their  cares  and  fears, 
 Are  carried  downward  by  the  flood, 
 And  loft  in  following  years. 
 
 6  Time,  like  an  ever-rolling  ftream, 
 
 Bears  all  it's  fons  away ; 
 They  fly  forgotten,  as  a  dream 
 Dies  at  the  opening  day. 
 
 7  Oh  God  !  our  help  in  ages  paft, 
 
 Our  hope  for  years  to  come  ; 
 Be  thou  our  guard  while  life  mall  laft, 
 And  our  perpetual  home. 
 
 HYMN 
 
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 H  Y  M  N        XLV. 
 
 Worfiip  Mint  all  ye  Gods.   &c.  Pf.  xcvii.  6,  9. 
 
 1  '  1  vHELordis  come!  the  heavens  proclaim 
 
 X      His  birth,  the  nations  learn  his  name; 
 An  unknown  ftar  directs  the  road 
 Of  eafcern  fages  to  their  God. 
 
 2  All  ye  bright  armies  of  the  Ikies,     1 
 Go,  worfhip  where  the  Saviour  lies  : 
 Angels  and  kings  before  him  bow, 
 Thofe  gods  on  high  and  gods  below. 
 
 3  Let  idols  totter  to  the  ground, 
 
 And  their  own  worfhippers  confound  : 
 But  Judahfhout,  but  Zion  fing, 
 And  earth  confefs  her  fov'reign  King. 
 
 HYMN        XLV1. 
 
 Where  is  he  that  is  born  King  ?  tfJV.  Matt.  ii.  2,  8. 
 
 1  YT  THERE  is  the  holy  heaven-born  child, 
 
 \  V       Heir  of  the  everlafting  throne, 
 
 Who  heaven  and  earth  hath  reconcil'd, 
 
 And  God  and  man  rejoin'd  in  one  ? 
 
 2  Shall  we  of  earthly  kings  enquire, 
 
 To  courts  or  palaces  repair  ? 
 The  nation's  hope,  the  world's  defire, 
 Alas  !    we  cannot  find  him  there. 
 
 3  Then 
 
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 3  Then  let  us  turn  no  more  afide, 
 
 But  ufe  the  light  himfelf  imparts   : 
 His  Spirit  is  our  fureft  guide, 
 His  Spirit  glimmering  in  our  hearts. 
 
 4  Drawn  by  his  grace  we  come  from  far, 
 
 And  fix  on  heaven  our  wifhful  eyes  :   ' 
 That  ray  divine,  that  orient  ftar 
 Directs  us  where  the  infant  lies. 
 
 5  See  there  !   the  new-born  Saviour  fee, 
 
 By  faith  difcern  the  great  I  AM  ; 
 'Tis  he  !   the  Eternal  God !   'tis  he 
 That  bears  the  mild  Immanuel's  name, 
 
 6  The  Prince  of  peace  on  earth  is  found, 
 
 The  Child  is  born,  the  Son  is  given  ; 
 Tell  it  to  all  the  nations  round, 
 
 Jehovah  is  come  down  from  heaven. 
 
 7  Jehovah  is  comedown  to  raife 
 
 His  dying  creatures  from  their  fall  ! 
 And  all  may  now  receive  the  grace 
 Which  brings  eternal  live  to  all. 
 
 8  Lord,  we  receive  thy  grace,  and  thee 
 
 With  joy  unfpeakable  receive, 
 And  rife  thy  open  face  to  fee, 
 And  one  with  God  for  ever  live. 
 
 HYMN 
 
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 HYMN       X  L  V I  I . 
 
 When  they  faiv  the  Star,  they  rejoiced.     Matt.  ii.  10. 
 
 i    QONS  of  Men,  behold  from  far, 
 i^  Hail  the  long-expected  ftar  ; 
 Jacob's  ftar,  that  gilds  the  night, 
 Guides  bewilder'd  nature  right. 
 
 2  Fear  not  hence  that  there  fhall  flow 
 Wars  or  peftilence  below  ; 
 
 Wars  it  bids  and  tumults  ceafe, 
 Ufhering  in  the  Prince  of  peace. 
 
 3  Mild  he  fhines  on  all  beneath, 
 Piercing  through  the  fhades  of  death  ; 
 Scattering  error's  wide-fpread  night, 
 Kindling  darknefs  into  light. 
 
 4  Nations  all,  far  off  and  near, 
 Hafte  to  fee  your  God  appear  ; 
 Hafte,  for  him  your  hearts  prepare  ; 
 Meet  him  manifefted  there. 
 
 5  There  behold  the  Day-Spring  rife, 
 Pouring  eye-fight  on  your  eyes  ; 
 God  in  his  own  light  furvey, 
 Shining  to  the  perfect  day. 
 
 6  Sing,  ye  Morning-Stars,  again  ; 
 God  defcends  on  earth  to  reign  ! 
 Deigns  for  man  his  life  t'employ, 
 Shout,  ye  Sons  of  God,  for  Joy. 
 
 HYMN 
 
(     5'     ) 
 
 HYMN        XL VI  II. 
 
 Job.  xiv.  i.     i  Tim.  ii.  4. 
 
 1  A   ND  ami  born  to  die  ? 
 2±     To  lay  this  body  down  ? 
 
 And  muft  my  trembling  fpirit  fly 
 
 Into  a  world  unknown  ? 
 
 A  land  of  deepeit  lhade, 
 
 Unpierc'd  by  human  thought : 
 The  dreary  regions  of  the  dead, 
 
 Where  all  things  are  forgot  1 
 
 2  Soon  as  from  earth  I  go, 
 What  will  become  of  me? 
 
 Eternal  happinefs  or  woe 
 
 Muft  then  my  portion  be  ! 
 
 Wak'd  by  the  trumpet's  found 
 
 I  from  my  grave  mall  rife, 
 And  fee  the  judge  with  glory  crown'd, 
 
 And  fee  the  flaming  flue 
 
 3  O  thou  that  would  ft  not  have 
 One  wretched  fmner  die  ; 
 
 Who  dy'dft  thyfelf  my  foul  to  fave 
 
 From  endlefs  mifery ! 
 
 Shew  me  the  way  to  fhun 
 
 Thy  dreadful  wrath  fevere, 
 That  when  thou  comeft  on  thy  throne 
 
 I  may  with  joy  appear. 
 
 4  Thou  art  thyfelf  the  way, 
 Thyfelf  in  me  reveal ; 
 
 So  (hall  I  fpend  my  life's  fhort  day 
 Obedient  to  thy  will : 
 
 E  So 
 
(    5*    ) 
 
 So  fhall  I  love  my  God, 
 Becaufr  he  firft  lov'd  me  ; 
 And  praifc  thee  in  thy  bright  abode, 
 To  all  eternity. 
 
 HYMN       XLIX. 
 
 i      A   ND  ami  only  born  to  die  ? 
 j[\   And  muft  I  fuddenly  comply 
 
 With  nature's  ftern  decree  ? 
 What  after  death  for  me  remains, 
 Celeftial  joys  or  helliCh  pains, 
 
 To  all  eternity  ? 
 
 2  How  then  ought  I  on  earth  to  live, 
 While  God  prolongs  the  kind  reprieve, 
 
 And  props  the  houfe  of  clay  ! 
 My  fole  concern,  my  fingle  care, 
 To  watch  and  tremble,  and  prepare 
 
 Againft  that  fatal  day  ! 
 
 3  No  room  for  mirth  or  trifling  here, 
 For  worldly  hope  or  worldly  fear, 
 
 If  life  fo  foon  is  gone  : 
 If  now  the  Judge  is  at  the  door, 
 And  all  mankind  muft  ftand  before 
 
 The  inexorable  throne  ! 
 
 4  Nothing  is  worth  a  thought  beneath, 
 But  how  I  may  efcape  the  death 
 
 That  never  never  dies  ! 
 How  make  my  own  Election  fure, 
 And  when  I  fail  on  earth,  fecurc 
 
 A  manfion  in  the  Ikies. 
 
 5  Jefus 
 
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 5   Jefus,  vouchfafe  a  pitying  ray, 
 Be  thou  my  guide,  be  thou  my  way 
 
 To  glorious  happinefs  ! 
 Ah,  write  the  pardon  on  my  heart  ! 
 And  whenfoe'er  I  hence  depart, 
 Let  me  depart  in  peace  1 
 
 HYMN        L. 
 
 Prayer  for  Con-viSlion. 
 
 i   T^ATHER  of  omniprefent  grace, 
 JP    We  feem  agreed  to  feek  thy  face  > 
 But  every  foul  alfembled  here 
 Doth  naked  in  thy  fight  appear  : 
 Thou  know'ft  who  only  bows  the  knee, 
 And  who  in  heart  approaches  thee. 
 
 2  Thy  fpirit  hath  the  difference  made 
 Betwixt  the  living  and  the  dead ; 
 Thou  now  doft  into  fome  infpire 
 The  pure,  benevolent  defire  : 
 
 Oh  that  even  now  thy  powerful  call 
 May  quicken  and  convert  us  all  I 
 
 3  The  finners  fuddenly  convince, 
 
 •     O'erwhelm'd  beneath  their  load  of  fins ; 
 To-day,  while  it  is  call'd  To-day, 
 Awake  and  ftir  them  up  to  pray  : 
 Their  dire  captivity  to  own, 
 And  from  the  iron  furnace  groan. 
 
 4.  Then,  then  acknowledge  and  fet  free 
 The  people  bought,  O  Lord,  by  thee  ; 
 
 E  2  The 
 
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 The  fheerifor  whom  their  fhepherd  bled 
 For  whom  we  in  thy  fpirit  plead ; 
 Let  all  in  thee  redemption  find, 
 And  not  a  hoof  be  left  behind. 
 
 HYMN        LI. 
 
 Prayer  for  one  convinced  of  Sin, 
 
 |  "Y?  ATHER  of  lights  from  whom  proceeds 
 i?    Whate'er  thy  every  creature  needs, 
 Whofe  goodnefs,  providently  nigh, 
 Feeds  the  young  ravens  when  they  cry  j 
 To  thee  I  look,  my  heart  prepare, 
 Suggeft  and  hearken  to  my  prayer. 
 
 2,  Since  by  thy  light  myfelf  I  fee 
 Naked,  and  poor,  and  void  of  thee  ; 
 Thy  eyes  muft  all  my  thoughts  furvey, 
 Preventing  what  my  lips  would  fay  ;  . 
 Thou  feeft  my  wants  ;  for  help  they  call, 
 And  ere  I  fpeak  thou  know'ft  them  all. 
 
 3  Thou  know'ft  the  bafenefs  of  my  mind, 
 Wayward,  and  impotent,  and  blind  ! 
 Thou  know'ft  how  unfubdu'd  my  will, 
 Averfe  to  good,  and  prone  to  ill : 
 
 Thou  know'ft  how  wide  my  pafiions  rove, 
 Nor  check'd  by  fear,  nor  charm'd  by  love. 
 
 4  Fain  would  I  know  as  known  by  thee, 
 And  feel  the  indigence  I  fee  ; 
 
 Fain  would  I  all  my  vilenefs  own, 
 And  deep  beneath  the  burden  groan  ; 
 
 *  Abhor 
 
(    ss    > 
 
 C    Abhor  the  pride  that  lurks  within, 
 Deteft  and  loath  myfelf  and  fin. 
 
 5   Ah  !  give  me,  Lord,  myfelf  to  feel, 
 My  total  mifery  reveal ; 
 Ah  give  me,  Lord,   (I  ftill  would  fay) 
 A  heart  to  mourn,  a  heart  to  pray : 
 My  buunefs  this,  my  only  care, 
 My  life,  my  every  breath  be  prayer  I 
 
 HYMN        LI  I. 
 
 i    John  ii.   i. 
 
 i     T  E  SU  S,  my  Advocate  above, 
 
 I    My  Friend  before  the  throne  of  love ; 
 If  now  for  me  prevails  thy  prayer, 
 If  new  I  rind  thee  pleading  there  : 
 If  thou  the  fecret  wifh  convey, 
 And  fweetly  prompt  my  heart  to  pray  ; 
 Hear,  and  my  weak  petitions  join, 
 Almighty  Advocate,  to  thine. 
 
 2  Fain  would  I  know  my  utmoft  ill, 
 And  gro^in  my  nature's  weight  to  feel, 
 To  feel  the  clouds  that  round  me  roll, 
 The  night  that  hangs  upon  my  foul ; 
 The  darknefs  of  my  carnal  mind, 
 
 My  will  perverfe,  my  pafnons  blind, 
 Scatter'd  o'er  all  the  earth  abroad, 
 Immeafureably  far  from  God. 
 
 3  Jefus,  my  heart's  defire  obtain  ! 
 My  earneft  fuit  prefent  and  gain  : 
 My  fulnefs  of  corruption  fhow, 
 The  knowledge  of  myfelf  bellow  : 
 
 E3  A 
 
(     5<5     ) 
 
 A  deeper  difplicence  at  fin, 
 A  (harper  fenfe  of  hell  within  ; 
 A  ftronger  ftruggling  to  get  free  ; 
 A  keener  appetite  for  thee  ! 
 
 Oh  fovereign  Love,  to  thee  I  cry  ! 
 Give  me  thyfelf,  or  elfe  I  die  ! 
 Save  me  .from  death  i  from  hell  fet  free! 
 Death,  hell,  are  but  rhe  want  of  thee, 
 Quickened  by  thy  imparted  flame, 
 Sav'd,  when  pofleft  of  thee  I  am ; 
 My  life,  my  only  heaven  thou  art  ! 
 O  might  I  feel  thee  in  my  heart  ! 
 
 HYMN         L  I  1 1 . 
 
 Prayer  for  Repentance.     Luke  xviii.    1 3 
 
 1  QAVIOUR,  Prince  of  Ifrael's  race, 
 i5   See  me  from  thy  lofty  throne  ; 
 Give  the  fweet  relenting  grace, 
 
 Soften  this  obdurate  itone  ; 
 Stone  to  ftefh,  O  God,  convert, 
 Caft  a  look  and  break  my  heart  ! 
 
 2  Ey  thy  fpirit,  Lord,  reprove, 
 
 All  my  inmoft  fins  reveal ; 
 Sins  againfl  thy  light  and  love  ; 
 
 Let  me  fee,  and  let  me  feel ; 
 Sins  that  crucify'd  my  God, 
 Spilt  again  that  precious  blood. 
 
 3  Jefus,  leek  thy  wandering  fheep, 
 
 Make  me  reffclefs  to  return ; 
 
 Bid 
 
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 Bid  me  look  on  thee  and  weep, 
 
 Bitterly  as  Peter  mourn  ; 
 Till  I  fay,  by  grace  reftor'd, 
 Now  thou  know'ft,  I  love  thee,  Lord 
 
 4  Might  I  in  thy  fight  appear, 
 
 As  the  Publican  diilreft, 
 Stand,  not  daring  to  draw  near, 
 
 Smite  on  my  unworthy  breaft  ; 
 Groan  the  Tinner's  only  plea, 
 God,  be  merciful  to  me  ! 
 
 5  Oh !  remember  me  for  good, 
 
 Palfing  through  the  mortal  vale  ! 
 Shew  me  the  atoning  blood. 
 
 When  my  ftrength  and  fpirit  fail ; 
 Give  my  gafping  foul  to  fee 
 Jefus  crucify 'd  for  me  ! 
 
 H  Y  M  N        LIV. 
 
 EARY  of  wandering  from  my  God, 
 And  now  made  willing  to  return, 
 I  hear,  and  bow  me  to  the  rod  ; 
 
 For  thee,  not  without  hope,  I  mourn  ; 
 I  have  an  advocate  above, 
 A  friend  before  the  throne  of  love. 
 
 ■  WE; 
 
 2  O  Jefus,  full  of  truth  and  grace, 
 
 More  full  of  grace  than  I  of  fin. 
 Yet  once  again  1  feek  thy  face, 
 
 Open  thy  arms  and  take  me  in, 
 And  freely  my  backflidings  heal, 
 And  love  the  faithlefs  finner  Hill. 
 
 3  Thou 
 
(     5«     ) 
 
 3     Thou  know'ft  the  way  to  bring  me  back, 
 My  fallen  fpirit  to  reftore  ; 
 O  !  for  thy  truth  and  mercy's  fake, 
 
 Forgive,  and  bid  me  fin  no  more  ! 
 The  ruins  of  my  foul  repair, 
 And  make  my  heart  a  houfe  of  prayer. 
 
 4  Ah,  give  me,  Lord,  the  tender  heart, 
 
 That  trembles  at  the  approach  of  fin  I 
 A  godly  fear  of  fin  impart ; 
 
 Implant,  and  root  it  deep  within  ! 
 That  I  may  dread  thy  gracious  power, 
 And  never  dare  to  offend  thee  more ! 
 
 HYMN  LV. 
 
 Prayer  for  Light.     Ifaiah  1.  io. 
 
 THOU  God  unfearchable,  unknown, 
 Who  ftill  conceal1  ft  thyfelf  from  me, 
 Hear  an  apoftate  fpirit  groan, 
 
 Broke  off  and  banim'd  far  from  thee  : 
 But  confcious  of  my  fall,  I  mourn, 
 And  fain  I  would  to  thee  return. 
 
 Send  forth  one  ray  of  heavenly  light, 
 Of  gofpel-hope,  or  humble  fear, 
 To  guide  me  through  the  gulph  of  night, 
 
 My  poor  defponding  foul  to  cheer  : 
 Till  thou  my  unbelief  remove, 
 And  fhew  me  all  thy  glorious  love. 
 
 A  hidden  God  indeed  thou  art ! 
 
 Thy  abfence  I  this  moment  feel : 
 
 Thy 
 
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 Vet  muft  I  own  it  from  my  heart, 
 
 Conceal'd  thou  art  a  Saviour  ftill  -% 
 And  though  thy  face  I  cannot  fee, 
 I  know  thy  eye  is  fixt  on  me. 
 
 4  My  Saviour  thou,  not  yet  reveal'd, 
 
 Yet  will  I  thee  my  Saviour  call; 
 Adore  thy  hand  from  fin  with-held  : 
 
 Thy  hand  fhall  fave  me  from  my  fall :  _ 
 Now,  Lord,  throughout  my  darknefs  mine, 
 And  (hew  thyfelf  for  ever  mine  ! 
 
 HYMN        LVI. 
 
 John  v.  7. 
 
 i    }       ORD,  I  defpair  myfelf  to  heal, 
 B  j  I  fee  my  fin,  but  cannot  feel : 
 I  cannot  till  thy  fpirit  blow, 
 And  bid  the  obedient  waters  flow. 
 
 2  'Tis  thine  a  heart  of  rlefh  to  give, 
 Thy  gifts  I  only  can  receive  ; 
 Here  then  to  thee  I  all  refign  ; 
 
 To  draw,  redeem,  and  feal  is  thine. 
 
 3  With  fimple  faith  to  thee  I  call, 
 My  light,  my  life,  my  Lord,  my  all : 
 I  wait  the  moving  of  the  pool ; 
 
 I  wait  the  word  that  fpeaks  me  whole. 
 
 4  Speak,  gracious  Lord,  my  ficknefs  cure, 
 Make  my  infected  nature  pure  : 
 Peace,  righteoufnefs  and  joy  impart  ; 
 And  pour  thyfelf  into  my  heart. 
 
 HYMN 
 
(    6o    ) 
 
 HYMN         LVII. 
 
 JESUS,  the  Tinner's  friend,  to  thee, 
 Loft  and  undone,  for  aid  I  flee; 
 Weary  of  earth,  myfelf,  and  fin ; 
 Open  thy  arms,  and  take  me  in. 
 
 A  manfion  for  thyfelf  prepare  ; 
 Difpofe  my  heart,  by  entering  there, 
 'Tis  this  alone  can  make  me  clean, 
 'Tis  this  alone  can  caft  out  fin. 
 
 At  laft  I  own  it  cannot  be, 
 That  I  fhould  fit  myfelFfor  thee  ; 
 Here  then  to  thee  I  all  refign  ; 
 Thine  is  the  work  and  only  thine. 
 
 What  fhall  I  fay  thy  grace  to  move  ? 
 Lord,  I  am  fin,  but  thou  art  love  : 
 I  give  up  every  plea  befide, 
 Lord,  I  am  loft,  but  thou  haft  dy'd. 
 
 HYMN       LVIII. 
 
 1  TESUS,  whofe  glory's  ftreaming  rays, 
 
 J    Though  duteous  to  thy  high  command ; 
 No  feraphs  view  with  open  face, 
 But  veil'd  before  thy  prefence  ftand. 
 
 2  How  mall  weak  eyes  of  flefh,  weigh'd  down 
 
 With  fin,  and  dim  with  error's  nigh, 
 Dare  to  behold  thy  awful  throne, 
 Or  view  thy  unapproached  light  ? 
 
 3  Reftore 
 
(     6i     ) 
 
 3  Reftore  my  fight !  let  thy  free  grace 
 
 An  entrance  to  the  holieft  give  I 
 Open  my  eyes  of  faith  1  thy  face 
 So  mall  I  fee  ;  yet  feeing  live. 
 
 4  Thy  golden  fcepter  from  above 
 
 Reach  forth ;  fee  my  whole  heart  I  bow ; 
 Say  to  my  foul,  thou  art  my  love, 
 My  chofen  'midft  ten  thoufand  thou  ! 
 
 5  O  Jefus,  full  of  grace!  the  fighs 
 
 Of  a  fick  heart  with  pity  view  ! 
 Hark  how  my  filence  fpeaks ;  and  cries, 
 Mercy,  thou  God  of  mercy  fhew. 
 
 6  I  know  thou  canft  not  but  be  good  ! 
 
 How  fhould'it  thou  Lord,  thy  grace  reflrain? 
 Thou  Lord,  whofe  blood  fo  largely  fiow'd 
 To  fave  me  from  all  guilt  and  pain. 
 
 HYMN         LIX. 
 
 Micah  vi.  6,  8, 
 
 i  IT  THEREWITH,  O  Lord,  (hall  Idraw  near, 
 V  V       And  bow  myfelf  before  thy  face  ? 
 How  in  thy  purer  eyes  appear? 
 
 What  (hall  I  bring  to  gain  thy  grace  ? 
 
 2  Will  gifts  delight  Almighty  God  ? 
 
 Can  they  waih  out  my  guilty  ftain  ? 
 Rivers  of  oil  and  feas  of  blood, 
 Alas !  they  all  mull  flow  in  vain. 
 
 3  Whoe'er 
 
(       62       ) 
 
 3  Whoe'er  to  thee  themfelves  approve, 
 
 Muft  take  the  path  thy  word  hath  fhew'd 
 Jufticepurfue,  and  mercy  love, 
 
 And  humbly  walk  by  faith  with  God. 
 
 4  But  though  my  life  henceforth  be  thine. 
 
 Prefent  for  paft  can  ne'er  atone : 
 Though  I  to  thee  the  whole  refign, 
 I  only  give  thee  back  thy  own. 
 
 5  What  have  I  then  wherein  to  truft.  ? 
 
 I  nothing  have,  I  nothing  am ; 
 Excluded  is  my  every  boaft, 
 
 My  glory  fwallow'd  up  infhame. 
 
 6  Guilty  I  ftand  before  thy  face, 
 
 On  me  I  feel  thy  wrath  abide  : 
 'Tis  juft  the  fentence  mould  take  place, 
 'Tis  juft  j  but  O,  thy  Son  hath  dy'd  ! 
 
 7  Jefus  the  Lamb  of  God  hath  bled, 
 
 He  bore  my  fins  upon  the  tree  ! 
 Beneath  my  curfe  he  bow'd  his  head  ! 
 'Tis  finifh'd  1  he  hath  dy'd  for  me. 
 
 i   T  T  7ILD  as  the  untaught  Indians'  brood, 
 V  V       The  chriftian  favages  remain  ; 
 Strangers,  yea  enemies  to  God, 
 They  make  thee  fpill  thy  blood  in  vain. 
 
 2  Thy  people,  Lord,  are  fold  for  nought, 
 Nor  know  they  their  Redeemer  nigh  ; 
 
 They 
 
(    63    ) 
 
 They  perlfti  whom  thyfelf  has  bought, 
 Their  fouls  for  lack  of  knowledge  die. 
 
 3  The  pit  it's  mouth  hath  open'd  wide, 
 
 To  fwallow  up  it's  carelefs  prey  : 
 Why  mould  they  die,  when  thou  haft  died, 
 Haft  died  to  bear  their  fins  away  ? 
 
 4  Why  fhould  the  foe  thy  purchafe  feize ; 
 
 Remember,  Lord,  thy  dying  groans  : 
 The  merits  of  thy  fufferings  thefe, 
 
 Oh,  claim  them  for  thy  ranfom'd  ones ! 
 
 5  Extend  to  thefe  thy  pardoning  grace, 
 
 To  thefe  be  thy  falvation  fhow'd  : 
 Oh,  add  them  to  thy  chofen  race  ! 
 
 Oh,  fprinkle  all  their  hearts  with  blood  ! 
 
 6  Still  let  the  publicans  draw  near, 
 
 Open  the  door  of  faith  and  heaven, 
 
 And  grant  their  hearts  thy  word  to  hear, 
 
 And  witnefs  all  their  fins  forgiven. 
 
 HYMN        LXI. 
 
 i   IT  7E  bow  before  thy  gracious  throne, 
 W       And  think  ourfelves  fincere  : 
 But  fhew  us,  Lord,  is  every  one 
 Thy  real  worfhipper  ? 
 
 z  Is  here  a  foul  that  knows  thee  not, 
 Nor  feels  his  want  of  thee  ? 
 A  ftranger  to  the  blood  which  bought 
 His  pardon  on  the  tree  ? 
 
 F  3  Convince 
 
(    64    ) 
 
 3  Convince  him  now  of  unbelief, 
 
 His  defperate  ftate  explain  : 
 And  fill  his  carelefs  heart  with  grief 
 And  penitential  pain. 
 
 4  Speak  with  that  voice  which  wakes  the  dead, 
 
 And  bid  the  leper  rife, 
 And  bid  his  guilty  confcience  dread 
 The  death  that  never  dies. 
 
 5  Extort  the  cry,  what  muft  be  done 
 
 To  fave  a  wretch  like  me  ? 
 How  mall  a  trembling  finner  fhun 
 That  endlefs  mifery  ? 
 
 6  I  muft  this  inftant  now  begin 
 
 Out  of  my  fleep  to  wake  : 
 And  turn  to  God,  and  every  fin 
 Continually  forfake. 
 
 7  I  muft  for  faith  inceflant  cry, 
 
 And  wreftle,  Lord,  with  thee  : 
 I  muft  be  born  again,  or  die 
 To  all  eternity. 
 
 H  V  M  N       LXII. 
 
 Prayer  againft  the  Power  of  Sin.     Ifaiah  Ixiv.  1 . 
 
 OThat  thou  wouldft  the  heavnes  rent. 
 In  majefty  come  down  ; 
 Stretch  out  thy  arm  Omnipotent, 
 And  feize  me  for  thy  own. 
 
 2  Defcend 
 
(    6;     ) 
 
 2  Defcend  and  let  thy  lightening  burn 
 
 The  ftubble  of  thy  foe : 
 My  fins  o'erturn,  o'erturn,  o'erturn, 
 And  make  the  mountains  flow  ! 
 
 3  Thou  my  impetuous  fpirit  guide, 
 
 And  curb  my  headftrong  will ; 
 Thou  only  canft  drive  back  the  tide, 
 And  bid  the  fun  ftand  frill. 
 
 4  What  though  I  cannot  break  my  chain, 
 
 Or  e'er  throw  off  my  load ! 
 The  things  impoffible  to  men, 
 Are  poifible  to  God. 
 
 5  Is  any  thing  too  hard  for  thee, 
 
 Almighty  Lord  of  all  ? 
 Whofe  threat'nings  looks  dry  up  the  fea, 
 And  make  the  mountains  fall  ? 
 
 6  Who,  who  fhall  in  thy  prefence  ftand, 
 
 And  match  Omnipotence  ? 
 Ungrafp  the  hold  of  thy  right-hand, 
 Or  pluck  the  finner  thence  ? 
 
 7  Lo !   to  the  hills  I  lift  my  eye ! 
 
 Thy  promis'd  aid  I  claim  ; 
 Father  of  mercies  glorify 
 Thy  favourite  JESu'sname! 
 
 8  Salvation  in  that  name  is  found, 
 
 Balm  of  my  giief  and  care  ; 
 A  medicine  for  my  every  wound, 
 All,  all  I  want  is  there  1 
 
 F  z  HYMN 
 
(    66    ) 
 
 HYMN        LXIII. 
 
 -i    YESUS,  Redeemer,  Saviour,  Lord, 
 J      The  weary  finners  friend ; 
 Come  to  my  help,  pronounce  the  word, 
 And  bid  my  troubles  end  ! 
 
 2  Deliverance  to  my  foul  proclaim; 
 
 And  life,  and  liberty; 
 Shed  forth  the  virtue  of  thy  name, 
 And  Jefus  prove  to  me  ! 
 
 3  Thou  canlt  o'ercome  this  heart  of  mine  ; 
 
 Thou  wilt  victorious  prove  ; 
 For  everlafting  ftrength  is  thine, 
 And  everlafting  love. 
 
 4  Thy  powerful  fpirit  fhall  fubdue 
 
 Unconquerable  fin  ; 
 Cleanfe  this  foul  heart,  and  make  it  new, 
 And  write  thy  law  within. 
 
 Bound  down  with  twice  ten  thoufand  ties, 
 
 Yet  let  me  hear  thy  call ; 
 My  foul  m  confidence  mall  rife, 
 
 6 hall  rife  and  break  through  all. 
 
 Speak,  and  the  deaf  mall  hear  thy  voice, 
 
 The  blind  his  light  receive: 
 The  dumb  in  fongs  of  praife  rejoice, 
 
 The  heart  of  ftone  believe. 
 
 The  iEthiop  then  fhall  change  his  fkin, 
 The  dead  mall  feel  thy  power, 
 
 The 
 
(    67     ) 
 
 The  loathfome  leper  mall  be  clears 
 And  I  mall  fin  no  more. 
 
 HYMN         LXIV. 
 
 i    QTILL  for  thy  loving  kindnefs,  Lord, 
 s5     I  m  tny  temple  wait  : 
 I  look  to  find  thee  in  thy  word, 
 Or  at  thy  table  meet. 
 
 2  Here  in  thy  own  appointed  ways 
 
 I  wait  to  learn  thy  will  : 
 Silent  I  ftand  before  thy  face, 
 And  hear  thee  fay,  '*  Be  ftill !" 
 
 3  "  Be  ftill !  and  know  that  I  am  God  I" 
 
 'Tis  all  I  live  to  know  ! 
 To  feel  the  virtue  of  thy  blood, 
 And  fpread  it's  praife  below ! 
 
 4  I  wait  my  vigour  to  renew, 
 
 Thy  image  to  retrieve ; 
 The  veil  of  outward  things  pafs  through, 
 And  gafp  in  thee  to  live. 
 
 5  I  work ;  and  own  the  labour  vain  : 
 
 And  thus  from  works  I  ceafe  : 
 I  ftrive ;  and  fee  my  fruitlefs  pain, 
 Till  God  create  my  peace. 
 
 6  Fruitlefs,  till  thou  thyfelf  impart, 
 
 Muft  all  my  efforts  prove, 
 They  cannot  change  a  fmful  heart, 
 They  cannot  purchafe  love. 
 F3     • 
 
(     63     ) 
 
 I  do  the  thing,  thy  laws  enjoin, 
 And  then  the  ftrife  give  o'er  : 
 
 To  thee  I  then  the  whole  refign, 
 I  trull  in  means  no  more. 
 
 I  truft  in  Him  who  ftands  between 
 The  Father's  wrath  and  me  : 
 
 Jefus,  thou  great  eternal  Mean, 
 I  look  for  all  from  thee. 
 
 HYMN        LXV. 
 
 i   /"^OME,  O  thou  all-vi&orious  Lord; 
 V^i     Thy  power  to  us  make  known  : 
 Strike  with  the  hammer  of  thy  word, 
 And  break  thefe  hearts  of  ftone. 
 
 2  Oh !  that  we  all  might  now  begin 
 
 Our  foolifhnefs  to  mourn  ; 
 And  turn  at  once  from  every  fin, 
 And  to  our  Saviour  turn. 
 
 3  Give  us  ourfelves  and  thee  to  know, 
 
 In  this  our  gracious  day  ; 
 
 Repentance  unto  life  beftow, 
 
 And  take  our  fins  away. 
 
 4  Conclude  us  firft  in  unbeliejf, 
 
 And  freely  then  releafe  ; 
 Pill  every  foul  with  facred  grief, 
 And  then  with  facred  peace. 
 
 5  Impoverish,  Lord,  and  then  relieve, 
 
 And  then  enrich  the  poor  ; 
 
 The 
 
(    69    ) 
 
 The  knowledge  of  our  ficknefs  give. 
 The  knowledge  of  our  cure. 
 
 6  That  bleffed  fenfe  of  guilt  impart, 
 
 And  then  remove  the  load  ; 
 Trouble  and  warn  the  troubled  heart 
 In  the  atoning  blood. 
 
 7  Our  defperate  ftate  through  fin  declare. 
 
 And  fpeak  our  fins  forgiven, 
 By  perfect  holinefs  prepare 
 And  take  us  up  to  heaven. 
 
 HYMN         LXVI. 
 
 SPIRIT  of  faith  come  down, 
 Reveal  the  things  of  God, 
 And  make  to  us  the  Godhead  known, 
 And  witnefs  with  the  blood  : 
 'Tis  thine  the  blood  to  apply, 
 And  give  us  light  to  fee, 
 Who  did  for  every  finner  die 
 Hath  furely  died  for  me, 
 
 :         No  man  can  truly  fay 
 That  Jefus  is  the  Lord, 
 
 Unlefs  thou  take  the  veil  away, 
 And  breathe  the  living  word  : 
 Then,  only  then  we  feel 
 Our  intereft  in  his  blood, 
 
 And  cry  with  joy  unfpeakable, 
 Thou  art  my  Lord,  my  God  ! 
 
 3  Oh 
 
(     70     ) 
 
 I         Oh  that  the  world  might  know 
 The  all-atoning  Lamb ! 
 
 Spirit  of  faith,  defcend  and  mow 
 The  virtue  of  his  name ; 
 The  grace  which  all  may  find, 
 The  faving  power  impart, 
 
 And  teftify  to  all  mankind, 
 And  fpeak  in  every  heart ! 
 
 \.        Infpire  the  living  faith, 
 
 (Which  whofoe'er  receives 
 
 The  witnefs  in  himfelf  he  hath, 
 And  confcioufly  believes)  : 
 The  faith  that  conquers  all, 
 And  doth  the  mountain  move, 
 
 And  faves  whoe'er  on  Jefus  call, 
 And  perfects  them  in  love. 
 
 HYMN        LXVII. 
 
 Y  gracious  loving  Lord, 
 To  thee  what  mail  I  fay  ? 
 Well  may  I  tremble  at  thy  word, 
 And  fcarce  prefume  to  pray  ! 
 Ten  thoufand  wants  have  I  : 
 Alas!  I  all  things  want  ! 
 And  thou  haft  bid  me  always  cry, 
 And  never  never  faint. 
 
 i         Yet,  Lord,  well  might  I  fear, 
 Fear  even  to  afk  thy  grace : 
 
 So  oft  have  1  alas  !  drawn  near, 
 And  mock'd  thee  to  thy  face  : 
 
 With 
 
(     71      ) 
 
 With  all  pollutions  ftain'd 
 Thy  hallow'd  courts  I  tread : 
 Thy  name  and  temple  I  profan'd, 
 And  dar'd  to  call  thee  God  ! 
 
 I         But  oh !  the  jealous  God 
 
 In  my  behalf  came  down  : 
 Jefus  himfelf  the  ftronger  fhow'd, 
 
 And  claim'd  me  for  his  own. 
 
 My  fpirit  he  alarm'd, 
 
 And  brought  into  diftrefs  : 
 He  lhook  and  bound  the  ftrong  man  arm'd 
 
 In  his  felf-righteoufnefs. 
 
 t         Faded  my  virtuous  mew, 
 
 My  form  without  the  power  : 
 
 The  fin-convincing  fpirit  blew 
 And  blafted  every  flower. 
 My  mouth  was  ftopp'd,  and  mame 
 Cover'd  my  guilty  face  : 
 
 I  fell  on  the  atoning  Lamb, 
 And  I  was  fav'd  by  grace. 
 
 o 
 
 HYMN         LXVIII. 
 
 That  I  could  repent  ! 
 With  all  my  idols  part, 
 And  to  thy  gracious  eye  prefent 
 A  humble,  contrite  heart  ! 
 A  heart  with  grief  oppreft, 
 For  having  griev'd  my  God  ; 
 A  troubled  he?rt,  that  cannot  reft, 
 Till  fprinkled  with  thy  blood  ! 
 
 2  Jefusj 
 
(     7*     ) 
 
 !         Jefus,  on  me  befcow 
 The  penitent  defire  ; 
 
 With  true  fincerity  of  woe, 
 My  aching  breaft  infpire  : 
 With  foftening  pity  look, 
 And  melt  my  hardnefs  down, 
 
 Strike  with  thy  love's  refiftlefs  ftroke, 
 And  break  this  heart  of  ftone  I 
 
 o 
 
 HYMN        LXIX. 
 
 That  I  could  repent ! 
 O  that  I  could  believe  ! 
 Thou,  by  thy  voice,  the  marble  rent. 
 The  rock  in  funder  cleave  ! 
 Thou,  by  thy  two-edg'd  fword, 
 Mv  foul  and  fpirit  part, 
 Strike  with  the  hammer  of  thy  word, 
 And  break  my  ftubborn  heart. 
 
 2  Saviour,  and  Prince  of  peace, 
 The  double  grace  beftow, 
 
 Unloofe  the  bands  of  wickednefs, 
 
 And  let  the  captive  go  : 
 
 Grant  me  my  fins  to  feel, 
 
 And  then  the  load  remove  ; 
 Wound,  and  pour  in,  my  wounds  to  heal, 
 
 The  balm  of  pardoning  love. 
 
 3  For  thy  own  mercy's  fake 
 The  dreadful  thing  remove, 
 
 And  into  thy  protection  take 
 The  prifoner  of  thy  love  ; 
 
 In 
 
(     73     ) 
 
 In  every  trying  hour 
 Stand  by  my  feeble  foul, 
 And  fkreen  me  from  my  nature's  power 
 Till  thou  haft  made  me  whole. 
 
 |.         This  is  thy  will  I  know, 
 
 That  I  mould  holy  be, 
 Should  let  my  fin  this  moment  go, 
 
 This  moment  turn  to  thee  ; 
 
 O  might  I  now  embrace 
 
 Thy  all-fufHcient  power, 
 And  never  more  to  fin  give  place, 
 
 And  never  grieve  thee  more. 
 
 H  Y  M  N        LXX. 
 
 i        A   H  !  whither  fhould  I  go, 
 
 Xjl     Burden'd,  and  fick,  and  faint  ? 
 To  whom  fhould  I  my  trouble  mow, 
 And  pour  out  my  complaint  ? 
 My  Saviour  bids  me  come, 
 Ah  1  why  do  I  delay  ? 
 He  calls  the  weary  finner  home  ; 
 And  yet  from  him  I  ftay. 
 
 2         What  is  it  keeps  me  back, 
 
 From  which  I  cannot  part  ? 
 Which  will  not  let  my  Saviour  take 
 PoffefTion  of  my  heart  ? 
 Some  evil  thing  unknown 
 Muft  furely  lurk  within  : 
 Some  idol,  which  I  will  not  own, 
 Some  fecret  bofom-fin. 
 
 3  Jefusj 
 
(     74     ) 
 
 3  Jefus,  the  hinderance  mow, 
 Which  I  have  fear'd  to  fee  : 
 
 Yet  let  me  now  confent  to  know 
 What  keeps  me  out  of  thee. 
 Searcher  of  hearts,  in  mine 
 Thy  trying  power  difplay  ; 
 
 Into  its  darken:  corners  mine, 
 And  take  the  veil  away. 
 
 4  I  now  believe,  in  thee 
 Compafiion  reigns  alone  : 
 
 According  to  my  faith,  to  me 
 O  let  it,  Lord,  be  done  ! 
 In  me  is  all  the  bar, 
 Which  thou  wouldft  fain  remove 
 
 Remove  it,  and  I  fhall  declare 
 •  That  God  is  only  love. 
 
 HYMN        LXXI. 
 
 Tr uft  in  Providence.      Pfalm  xxxvii.  5. 
 
 1  y^OMMIT  thou  all  thy  griefs 
 Y_>i     And  ways  into  his  hands, 
 
 To  his  fure  truth  and  tender  care, 
 
 Who  earth  and  heaven  commands; 
 Who  points  the  clouds  their  courfe, 
 Whom  winds  and  feas  obey, 
 
 He  fhall  direct  thy  wand 'ring  feet, 
 He  fhall  prepare  thy  way. 
 
 2  Thou  on  the  Lord  rely, 
 So  fafe  ihalt  thou*go  on  : 
 
 Fix 
 
(     75     ) 
 
 Fix  on  his  work  thy  ftedfaft  eye, 
 
 So  mall  thy  work  be  done  : 
 
 No  profit  canft  thou  gain 
 
 By  felf-confuming  care, 
 To  him  commend  thy  caufe,  his  ear 
 
 Attends  the  fofteft  prayer. 
 
 I         Thy  everlafting  truth, 
 
 Father,  thy  ceafelefs  love, 
 
 Sees  all  thy  children's  wants,  and  knows 
 What  beft  for  each  will  prove  ; 
 And  whatfoe'er  thou  willft 
 Thou  doft,  O  King  of  Kings  ! 
 
 What  thy  unerring  wifdom  chofe, 
 Thy  power  to  being  brings. 
 
 j.         Thou  every  where  hall  way, 
 And  all  things  ferve  thy  might, 
 
 Thy  every  aft  pure  blemng  is, 
 Thy  path  unfullied  light  : 
 When  thou  arifeft,  Lord, 
 What  fhall  thy  work  withftand  ? 
 
 When  all  thy  children  want,  thou  giveft, 
 Who,  who  fhall  flay  thy  hand  ? 
 
 HYMN        LXXII„ 
 
 C^  IYE  to  the  winds  thy  fears, 
 y     Hope,  and  be  undifmay'd  ; 
 God  hears  thy  fighs,  and  counts  thy  tears, 
 God  fhall  lift  up  thy  head  ; 
 Through  waves,  and  clouds,  and  ftorms, 
 He  gently  clears  thy  way  ; 
 
 Wait 
 
(     76     ) 
 
 Wait  thou  his  time,  fo  mall  this  night 
 Soon  end  in  joyous  day. 
 
 2  Still  heavy  is  thy  heart,  5 
 Still  fink  thy  fpirits  down  ? 
 
 Call  off  the  weight,  let  fear  depart, 
 
 And  every  care  be  gone  ; 
 
 What  though  thou  ruleft  not, 
 
 Yet  heaven,  and  earth,  and  hell 
 Proclaim,  God  fitteth  on  the  throne, 
 
 And  ruleth  all  things  well. 
 
 3  Leave  to  his  fovereign  fway 
 To  chufe  and  to  command, 
 
 So  fhalt  thou  wondering  own  his  way, 
 
 How  wife,  how  ftrong  his  hand  ; 
 
 Far,  far  above  thy  thought 
 
 His  counfel  fhall  appear, 
 When  fully  he  the  work  hath  wrought, 
 
 That  caus'd  thy  needlefs  fear. 
 
 4  Thou  feeft  our  weaknefs,  Lord, 
 Our  hearts  are  known  to  thee  ; 
 
 O  lift  thou  up  the  finking  hand, 
 
 Confirm  the  feeble  knee ; 
 
 Let  us  in  life,  in  death 
 
 Thy  ftedfaft  truth  declare  ; 
 And  publifh  with  our  lateft  breath, 
 
 Thy  love  and  guardian  care. 
 
 HYMN         LXXIII. 
 
 Judgment. 
 
 i     if  T  7 HEN  rifmg  from  the  bed  of  death, 
 W      O'erwhelm'd  with  guilt  and  fear, 
 
(  11  ) 
 
 I  view  my  Maker  face  to  face, 
 O  how  mall  I  appear  ! 
 
 2  If  yet  while  pardon  may  be  found, 
 
 And  mercy  may  be  fought  ; 
 My  foul  with  inward  horror  fhrinks, 
 And  trembles  at  the  thought  ! 
 
 3  When  thou,  O  Lord,  malt  ftand  difclos'd 
 
 In  majefty  fevere, 
 And  fit  in  judgment  on  my  foul, 
 O  how  (hall  I  appear  ! 
 
 4  O  may  my  broken,  contrite  heart, 
 
 Timely  my  fins  lament, 
 And  early  with  repentant  tears, 
 Eternal  woe  prevent. 
 
 5  Behold  the  forrows  of  my  heart, 
 
 Ere  yet  it  be  too  late  ; 
 And  hear  my  dying  Saviour's  groan, 
 To  give  thofe  forrows  weight. 
 
 6  For  never  mail  my  foul  defpair 
 
 Her  pardon  to  fecure, 
 Who  knows  thy  only  Son  hath  died, 
 To  make  that  pardon  fure. 
 
 HYMN         LXXIV. 
 
 Prayer  for  Power  to  ^with/land  Temptation. 
 
 I     OHEPHERD  divine,  our  wants  relieve 
 i5      In  triis  our  eyil  day  : 
 To  all  thy  tempted  followers  give 
 The  power  to  watch  and  pray. 
 
 G  2  2  Long 
 
(     7»     ) 
 
 2  Long  as  our  fiery  trials  lafr., 
 
 Long  as  the  crofs  we  bear, 
 O  let  our  fouls  on  thee  be  caft, 
 In  never-ceafing  prayer. 
 
 3  The  fpirit  of  interceding  grace 
 
 Give  us  in  faith  to  claim  ; 
 To  wreftle  till  we  fee  thy  face, 
 And  know  thy  hidden  name. 
 
 4  Till  thou  thy  perfect,  love  impart, 
 
 Till  thou  thyfelf  beftow, 
 Be  this  the  cry  of  every  heart, 
 I  will  not  let  thee  go. 
 
 5  I  will  not  let  thee  go  unlefs 
 
 Thou  tell  thy  name  to  me  ; 
 With  all  thy  great  falvation  blefs, 
 And  make  me  all  like  thee. 
 
 6  Then  let  me  on  the  mountain  top 
 
 Behold  thy  open  face ; 
 Where  faith  in  fight  is  fwallow'd  up; 
 And  prayer  in  endlefs  praifr. 
 
 H  Y  M  N        LXXV. 
 
 IESUS,  my  ftre'ngth  and  hope, 
 On  thee  I  caft  my  care, 
 With  humble  confidence  look  up, 
 And  know  thou  hear'ft  my  prayer. 
 Give  me  on  thee  to  wait, 
 Till  I  can  all  things  do, 
 
 On 
 
(     79     ) 
 
 On  thee  almighty  to  create, 
 Almighty  to  renew, 
 
 2  I  want  a  fober  mind, 
 A  felf-renouncing  will, 
 
 That  tramples  down  and  cafts  behind 
 
 The  baits  of  pleafing  ill  : 
 
 A  foul  inur'd  to  pain, 
 
 To  hardihip,  grief,  and  lofs  ; 
 Bold  to  take  up,  firm  to  fuftain. 
 
 The  confecrated  crofs. 
 
 3  I  want  a  godly  fear, 
 
 A  quick  difcerning  eye, 
 That  looks  to  thee  when  fin  is  near, 
 
 And  fees  the  tempter  fly  ; 
 
 A  fpirit  ftill  prepar'd, 
 
 And  arm'd  with  jealous  care, 
 For  ever  Handing  on  it's  guard, 
 
 And  watching  unto  prayer. 
 
 4  I  reft  upon  thy  word  ; 
 The  promife  is  for  me, 
 
 My  fuccour  and  falvation,  Lord, 
 Shall  furely  come  from  thee  : 
 But  let  me  ftill  abide, 
 Nor  from  my  hope  remove, 
 
 Till  thou  my  patient  fpirit  guide 
 Into  thy  perfect  love. 
 
 HYMN        LXXVI. 
 
 H 
 
 ELP,  Lord,  to  whom  for  help  I  fly, 
 And  ftill  my  tempted  foul  ftand  by 
 
 G  3  Throughout 
 
(     So     ) 
 
 Throughout  the  evil  day  ; 
 The  facred  watchfulnefs  impart, 
 And  keep  the  ifliies  of  my  heart, 
 
 And  ftir  me  up  to  pray . 
 
 My  foul  with  thy  whole  armour  arm. 
 In  each  approach  of  fin  alarm, 
 
 And  mew  the  danger  near, 
 Surround,  fuftain;  and  ftrengthen  me, 
 And  fill  with  godly  jealoufy, 
 
 And  fanctifying  fear. 
 
 If  near  the  pit  I  rafhly  ftray, 
 Before  I  fully  fall  away 
 
 The  keen  conviction  dart, 
 Recal  me  by  that  pitying  look, 
 That  kind  upbraiding  glance  which  broke 
 
 Unfaithful  Peter's  heart. 
 
 In  me  thy  utmoft  mercy  fhow, 
 And  make  me  like  thyfelf  below, 
 
 Unblamable  in  grace  ! 
 Ready  prepar'd  and  fitted  here, 
 By  perfect  holinefs  to  appear' 
 
 Before  thy  glorious  face. 
 
 HYMN        LXXVII. 
 
 Watch  big  in  all  Things. 
 
 i      TESUS,  my  Saviour,  Brother,  Friend, 
 J      On  whom  I  caft  my  every  cane  : 
 On  whom  for  all  things  I  depend, 
 Infpire,  and  then  accept  my  prayer. 
 
 2  If 
 
(     Si     ) 
 
 2  If  I  have  tafted  of  thy  grace, 
 
 The  grace  that  fure  falvation  brings 
 If  with  me  now  thy  fpirit  flays, 
 
 And  hovring  hides  me  in  his  wings. 
 
 3  Still  let  him  with  my  weaknefs  flay, 
 
 Nor  for  a  moment's  fpace  depart ; 
 Evil  and  danger  turn  away, 
 
 And  keep  till  he  renews  my  heart. 
 
 4  If  to  the  right  or  left  I  ftray, 
 
 His  voice  behind  me  may  I  hear, 
 "  Return,  and  walk  in  Chrift  thy  way, 
 "  Fly  back  to  Chrift,  for  fin  is  near." 
 
 5  His  facred  unction  from  above 
 
 Be  ftill  my  comforter  and  guide  ; 
 Till  all  the  hardnefs  he  remove, 
 And  in  my  loving  heart  refide. 
 
 6  Jefus,  I  fain  would  walk  in  thee, 
 
 From  nature's  every  path  retreat ; 
 Thou  art  my  way,  my  leader  be, 
 And  fet  upon  the  rock  my  feet. 
 
 7  Uphold  me,  Saviour,  or  I  fall ; 
 
 O  reach  me  out  thy  gracious  hand  ! 
 Only  on  thee  for  help  I  call, 
 Only  by  faith  in  thee  I  fland. 
 
 HYMN        LXXVIII 
 
 c 
 
 OME,  Saviour,  Jefus,  from  above  ! 
 Afllft  me  with  thy  heavenly  grace  ! 
 
 Empty 
 
(       82       ) 
 
 Empty  my  heart  of  earthly  love, 
 And  for  thyfelf  prepare  the  place. 
 
 2  O  let  thy  facred  prefence  fill, 
 
 And  fet  my  longing  fpirit  free! 
 Which  pants  to  have  no  other  will, 
 But  night  and  day  to  feaft  on  thee. 
 
 3  While  in  this  region  here  below, 
 
 No  other  good  will  I  purfue  ; 
 I'll  bid  this  world  of  noife  and  fhow, 
 With  all  its  glittering  fnares  adieu. 
 
 4  That  path  with  humble  fpeed  I'll  feek, 
 
 In  which  my  Saviour's  footfteps  mine; 
 Nor  will  I  hear,  nor  will  I  fpeak 
 Of  any  other  love  but  thine. 
 
 5  Henceforth  may  no  prophane  delight 
 
 Divide  this  confecrated  foul  ; 
 PofTefs  it  thou,  who  haft  the  right, 
 As  Lord  and  Matter  of  the  whole. 
 
 6  Nothing  on  earth  do  I  defire, 
 
 But  thy  pure  love  within  my  breaft  ; 
 This,,  only  this  will  I  require, 
 And  freely  give  up  all  the  reft. 
 
 HYMN       LXXIX. 
 
 i   piOME,  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghoft, 
 \^4     One  God  in  perfons  three  ! 
 Bring  back  the  heavenly  blefling  loft 
 By  all  mankind  and  me. 
 
 2  Thv 
 
(    s3    > 
 
 z  Thy  favour,  and  thy  nature  too, 
 To  me,  to  all  reftore  ; 
 Forgive,  and  after  God  renew, 
 And  keep  us  evermore. 
 
 3  Eternal  Sun  of  Righteoufnefs, 
 
 Difplay  thy  beams  divine, 
 And  caufe  the  glories  of  thy  face 
 Upon  my  heart  to  fnine. 
 
 4  Light  in  thy  light  O  may  I  fee, 
 
 Thy  grace  and  mercy  prove  ! 
 Reviv'd,  and  cheer'd,  and  bleft  by  thee, 
 The  God  of  pardoning  love  ! 
 
 5  Lift  up  thy  countenance  ferene, 
 
 And  let  thy  happy  child 
 Behold,  without  a  cloud  between, 
 The  Godhead  reconcil'd  ! 
 
 6  That  all-comprifing  peace  beftow 
 
 On  me,  through  grace  forgiven  ; 
 The  joys  of  holinefs  below, 
 And  then  the  joys  of  heaven  I 
 
 H  Y   M   N         LXXX. 
 
 Christ  our  Refuge  in  Temptation. 
 
 T 
 
 ESUS,  Lover  of  my  foul, 
 J      Let  me  to  thy  bofom  fly, 
 While  the  nearer  waters  roll, 
 
 While  the  tempeft  ftill  is  high  : 
 
 Hide 
 
(     «4     ) 
 
 Hide  me,  O  my  Saviour,  hide, 
 Till  the  ftorm  of  life  is  paft  ; 
 Safe  into  the  haven  guide, 
 
 0  receive  my  foul  at  laft. 
 
 Gther  refuge  have  I  none, 
 
 Hangs  my  helplefs  foul  on  thee  ; 
 Leave,  ah  !   leave  me  not  alone, 
 
 Still  fupport  and  comfort  me  : 
 All  my  truft  on  thee  is  ftay'd, 
 
 All  my  help  from  thee  I  bring  ; 
 Cover  my  defencelefs  head 
 
 With  the  madow  of  thy  wing. 
 
 Thou,  O  Chrift,  art  all  I  want, 
 More  than  all  in  thee  I  find  : 
 
 Raife  the  fallen,  cheer  the  faint, 
 Heal  the  fick,  and  lead  the  blind : 
 
 Juft  and  holy  is  thy  name  ; 
 
 1  am  all  unrighteoufnefs  ; 
 Vile,  and  full  of  fin  I  am, 
 
 Thou  art  full  of  truth  and  grace. 
 
 Plenteous  grace  with  thee  is  found, 
 
 Grace  to  cover  all  my  fin  : 
 Let  the  healing  ftreams  abound, 
 
 Make  and  keep  me  pure  within. 
 Thou  of  life  the  fountain  art, 
 
 Freely  let  me  take  of  thee  ; 
 Spring  thou  up  within  my  heart, 
 
 Rife  to  all  eternity. 
 
 HYMN 
 
(     8$     ) 
 
 HYMN        LXXXI. 
 
 After  Recovery. 
 
 SON  of  God,  if  thy  free  grace 
 Again  hath  rais'd  me  up, 
 Call'd  me  ftill  to  feek  thy  face, 
 
 And  given  me  back  my  hope  : 
 Still  thy  timely  help  afford, 
 
 And  all  thy  loving-kiiidnefs  fhow  ; 
 Keep  me,  keep  me,  gracious  Lord, 
 And  never  let  me  go. 
 
 By  me,  O  my  Saviour,  ftand 
 
 In  fierce  temptation's  hour  ; 
 Save  me  with  thy  out-ftretch'd  hand, 
 
 And  fhew  forth  all  thy  power  : 
 Oh  !  be  mindful  of  thy  word, 
 
 Thy  all-fufiicient  grace  beftow  : 
 Keep  me,  keep  me,  gracious  Lord, 
 
 And  never  kt  me  go. 
 
 Give  me,  Lord,  a  holy  fear, 
 
 And  fix  it  in  my  heart  : 
 That  I  may  from  evil  near, 
 
 With  timely  care  depart. 
 Sin  be  more  than  hell  abhorr'd  : 
 
 Till  thou  deftroy  the  tyrant-foe 
 Keep  me,  keep  me,  gracious  Lord, 
 
 And  never  let  me  go. 
 
 Never  let  me  leave  thy  breafr, 
 From  thee,  my  Saviour,  ftray  ; 
 
 Thou  art  my  fapport  and  reft, 
 My  true  and  living  way  : 
 
 My 
 
(     85     ) 
 
 My  exceeding  great  reward 
 
 In  heaven  above,  and  earth  below  : 
 Keep  me,  keep  me,  gracious  Lord, 
 
 And  never  let  me  go. 
 
 HYMN        LXXXII. 
 In    Danger. 
 
 O  Almighty  God  of  love, 
 Thy  holy  arm  difplay  ! 
 Send  me  fuccour  from  above 
 
 In  this  my  evil  day. 
 Arm  my  weaknefswith  thy  power, 
 
 Gracious  God  appear  within  ! 
 Be  my  fafeguard  and  my  tower 
 Againft  the  face  of  fin. 
 
 Could  I  of  thy  ftrength  take  hold, 
 
 And  always  feel  thee  near, 
 Confident,  divinely  bold, 
 
 My  foul  would  fcorn  to  fear  : 
 Nothing  fhould  my  firmnefs  fhock, 
 
 Should  the  gates  of  hell  aflail, 
 Were  I  built  upon  the  rock, 
 
 They  never  could  prevail. 
 
 Rock  of  my  fiuvation,  hafte, 
 Extend  thy  ample  (hade, 
 
 Let  it  over  me  be  call: ; 
 
 And  fkreen  my  naked  head  : 
 
 Save  me  from  the  trying  hour  ; 
 Thou  my  fure  protection  be  ; 
 
 Shelter 
 
(     *7     ) 
 
 Shelter  me  from  fatan's  power, 
 Till  I  am  fix'd  on  thee. 
 
 Set  upon  thyfelf  my  feet, 
 
 And  make  me  furely  ftand  ; 
 From  temptation's  rage  and  heat 
 
 Cover  me  with  thy  hand  : 
 Let  me  in  the  cleft  be  plac'd  ; 
 
 Never  from  my  fence  remove  ; 
 In  thy  arms  of  love  embrac'd, 
 
 Of  everlafting  love. 
 
 HYMN        LXXXIII. 
 Cbrijl    our    Hiding-place. 
 
 TO  the  haven  of  thy  breaft, 
 O  Son  of  man,  I  fly  ; 
 Be" my  refuge  and  my  reft, 
 
 For  Oh  the  ftorm  is  high  ! 
 Save  me  from  the  furious  blaft, 
 A  covert  from  the  temper!  be 
 Hide  me,  Jefus,  till  o'erpaft 
 The  ftorm  of  fin  I  fee. 
 
 Welcome  as  the  water-  fpring 
 
 In  a  dry  barren  place  ; 
 Oh  defcend  on  me,  and  bring 
 
 Thy  fweet  refrefhing  grace  ; 
 O'er  a  parch'd  and  weary  land 
 
 As  a  great  rock  extends  it's  fhade, 
 Hide  me,  Saviour,  with  thy  hand, 
 
 And  fkreen  my  naked  head. 
 
 H  3  In 
 
(     88     ) 
 
 In  the  time  of  my  diftrefs 
 
 Thou  haft  my  fuccour  been, 
 In  my  utter  helplefsnefs 
 
 Reftraining  me  from  fin  : 
 Oh  !  how  fwiftly  didft  thou  move 
 
 To  fave  me  in  the  trying  hour  I 
 Still  protect  me  with  thy  love, 
 
 And  fhield  me  with  thy  power. 
 
 HYMN         LXXXIV. 
 
 FIRST  and  laft  in  me  perform 
 The  work  thou  haft  begun  : 
 Be  my  fhelter  from  the  ftorm, 
 
 My  fhadow  from  the  fun  : 
 Sprinkle  ftill  the  mercy-feat, 
 
 And  bring  thy  Father's  anger  down  ; 
 Screen  me,  Jefus,  from  the  heat 
 And  terror  of  his  frown  ! 
 
 Let  thy  merit  as  a  cloud 
 
 Still  interpofe  between  : 
 Plead  the  atonement  of  thy  blood, 
 
 Till  I  am  cleans 'd  from  fin : 
 Weary,  parch'd  with  thirft,  and  faint, 
 
 Till  thou  the  abiding  fpirit  breathe, 
 Every  moment,  Lord,  I  want 
 
 The  merit  of  thy  death. 
 
 Never  mail  I  want  it  lefs, 
 
 When  thou  the  gift  haft  given, 
 
 JFill'd  me  with  thy  righteoufnefs, 
 And  feal'd  the  heir  of  heaven  : 
 
(     «9     ) 
 
 1  lhall  hang  upon  my  God 
 Till  I  thy  perfect  glory  fee, 
 
 Till  the  fprinkling  of  thy  blood 
 Shall  fpeak  me  up  to  thee. 
 
 H  Y  M   N        LXXXV. 
 
 The  Pool  at  Bethefda.     John  v.  2,   3. 
 
 TESUS,  take  my  fins  away, 
 
 J      And  make  me  know  thy  name  ! 
 
 Thou  art  now,  as  yefterday, 
 
 And  evermore  the  fame  : 
 Thou  my  true  Bethefda  be, 
 
 I  know  within  thy  arms  is  room  : 
 All  the  world  may  unto  thee, 
 
 Their  houfe  of 'mercy,   come. 
 
 See  me  lying  at  the  Pool, 
 
 And  waiting  for  thy  grace  ! 
 Oh  come  down  into  my  foul, 
 
 Difclofe  thy  angel-face  ! 
 If  to  me  thy  bowels  move  ; 
 
 If  now  thou  doft  my  ficknefs  feel, 
 Let  the  fpirit  of  thy  love 
 
 The  helplefs  finner  heal. 
 
 Perfons  thou  doft  not  refpe£l  ; 
 
 Whoe'er  for  mercy  call 
 Thou  in  no -wife  wilt  rejec~l  : 
 
 Thy  mercy  is  for  all. 
 Thou  wouldft  freely  all  reftore, 
 
 Would  all  the  gracious  feafon  find  ; 
 
 H  2  Fill 
 
(    9°     ) 
 
 Fill  with  goodnefs,  love  and  power, 
 And  with  a  healthful  mind. 
 
 Mercy  then  there  is  for  me, 
 
 (Away  my  doubts  and  fears) 
 Plagu'd  with  an  infirmity, 
 
 For  many  tedious  years. 
 Jefus  caft  a  pitying  eye  ! 
 
 Thou  long  haft  known  my  defperate  cafe 
 Poor  and  helplefs  here  I  lie, 
 
 And  wait  the  healing  grace. 
 
 HYMN         LXXXVI. 
 
 LONG  hath  thy  good  fpirit  ftrove 
 With  my  diftemper'd  foul  ; 
 But  I  ftill  refus'd  thy  love, 
 
 And  would  not  be  made  whole. 
 Hardly  now  at  laft  I  yield, 
 
 I  yield  with  all  my  fins  to  part : 
 Let  my  foul  be  fully  heal'd, 
 
 And  throughly  cleans'd  my  heart. 
 
 Pain  and  ficknefs  at  thy  word 
 
 And  fin  and  forrow  flies  : 
 Speak  to  me,  Almighty  Lord, 
 
 And  bid  my  fpirit  rife  ! 
 Bid  me  take  my  burden  up, 
 
 The  bed  on  which  thyfelf  didft  lie, 
 When  on  Calvary's  fteep'top, 
 
 My  Jefus  deign'd  to  die. 
 
 Bid  me  bear  the  hallow'd  crofs, 
 Which  thou  haft  borne  before 
 
 Walk- 
 
(    9'     ) 
 
 Walk  in  all  thy  righteous  laws, 
 
 And  go  and  fin  no  more. 
 Jefus,  1  on  thee  alone 
 
 For  perfevering  grace  depend  ! 
 Love  me  freely  ;  love  thy  own; 
 
 And  love  me  to  the  end  ! 
 
 HYMN         L  XXVV 1 1 . 
 
 LAMB  of  God  for  finners  flain, 
 To  thee  I  feebly  pray  : 
 Heal  me  of  my  grief  and  pain, 
 
 Oh  take  my  fins  away  ! 
 From  this  bondage,  Lord,  releafe  : 
 
 No  longer  let  me  be  cppreft  : 
 Jefus,  Mailer,  feal  my  peace, 
 And  take  me  to  thy  breait ! 
 
 Wilt  thou  cart,  a  fmner  out, 
 
 Who  humbly  comes  to  thee  ? 
 No,  my  God,  I  cannot  doubt, 
 
 Thy  mercy  is  for  me. 
 Let  me  then  obtain  thy  grace, 
 
 And  be  of  paradife  poffeft  : 
 Jefus,  Mafter,  feal  my  peace, 
 
 And  take  me  to  thy  breait ! 
 
 Worldly  wealth  I  do  not  want ; 
 
 Be  that  to  others  given  : 
 Only  for  thy  love  I  pant ; 
 
 My  all  an  e#rth  and  heaven. 
 This  the  crown  I  fain  would  leize, 
 
 The  good  wherewith  I  would  be  bleft : 
 Jefus,  Mafter,  feal  my  peace, 
 
 And  take  me  to  thy  breail  1 
 
 H  a    '  4  This 
 
(       9*       ) 
 
 This  delight  I  fain  would  prove, 
 
 And  then  refign  my  breath, 
 Join  the  happy  few  whofe  love 
 
 Was  mightier  than  death  1 
 Let  it  not  my  Lord  difpleafe 
 
 That  I  would  die  to  be  his  gueft. ! 
 Jefus,  M  after,  feal  my  peace, 
 
 And  take  me  to  thy  breaft  ! 
 
 D 
 
 HYMN        LXXXVIII. 
 
 Convinced  of  Backjliding. 
 EPTH  of  mercy,  can  there  be, 
 
 Can  my  God  his  wrath  forbear  ? 
 Me,  the  chief  of  fmners  fpare  ? 
 
 I  have  long  withftood  his  grace 
 Long  provok'd  him  to  his  face 
 Would  not  hearken  to  his  calls 
 Griev'd  him  by  a  thoufand  falls. 
 
 I  have  fpilt  his  precious  blood, 
 Trample^  on  the  Son  of  God  : 
 Filld  with  pangs  unfpeakable  ! 
 I,  who  yet  am  not  in  hell  ! 
 
 Whence  to  me  this  wafte  of  love 
 Afk  my  Advocate  above  ! 
 See  the  caufe  in  Jefu's  face, 
 Now  before  the  throne  of  grace. 
 
 Lo! 
 
(     93     ) 
 
 Lo  !  I  cumber  ftill  the  ground  : 
 Lo !  an  Advocate  is  found  ! 
 "  Haften  not  to  cut  him  down 
 **  Let  this  barren  foul  alone.' ' 
 
 Jefus  fpeaks  and  pleads  his  blood  ! 
 He  difarms  the  wrath  of  God  ; 
 Now  my  Father's  bowels  move  ; 
 Juftice  lingers  into  love. 
 
 Kindled  his  relentings  are  ;_ 
 Me  he  now  delights  to  fpare  : 
 Cries'  "  How  mail  I  give  thee  up  ?" 
 Lets  the  lifted  thunder  drop. 
 
 There  for  me  the  Saviour  ftands  ; 
 Shews  his  wounds  and  fpreads  his  hands ! 
 God  is  love  !  I  know,  I  feel : 
 Jefus  weeps  ;  and  loves  me  ftill ! 
 
 HYMN        LXXXIX. 
 
 JESUS,  anfwer  from  above  : 
 Is  not  all  thy- nature  love  ! 
 Wilt  thou  not  the  wrong  forget  ? 
 'Suffer  me  to  kifs  thy  feet  ? 
 
 If  I  rightly  read  thy  heart, 
 If  thou  all  compaflion  art, 
 Bow  thy  ear,  in  mercy  bow  ! 
 Pardon  and  accept  me  now. 
 
 Pity  from  thy  eye  let  fall  j 
 By  a  look  my  foul  recal ; 
 
 Now 
 
(     94     ) 
 
 Now  the  ftone  to  flefh  convert, 
 Caft  a  look  and  break  my  heart. 
 
 Now  incline  me  to  repent  ! 
 Let  me  now  my  fall  lament  : 
 Now  my  foul  revolt  deplore  ! 
 Weep,  believe,  and  fin  no  more* 
 
 i  TI7HEN,  gracious  Lord,  when  fhall  it  be 
 V  V     That  I  fhall  find  my  all  in  thee  ! 
 The  fulnefs  of  thy  promife  prove, 
 The  feal  of  thy  eternal  love  ? 
 
 2  Thee,  only  thee,  I  fain  would  find, 
 And  call:  the  world  and  flefh  behind  : 
 Thou,  only  thou,  to  me  be  given, 
 Of  all  thou  haft:  in  earth  or  heaven. 
 
 3  When  from  the  arm  of  flefh  fet  free,- 
 Jefus,  my  foul  fhall  fly  to  thee  : 
 Jefus,  when  I  have  loft  my  all, 
 
 I  fhall  upon  thy  bofom  fall. 
 
 4  Whom  man  forfakes  thou  wilt  not  leave, 
 Ready  the  out-cafts  to  receive  : 
 Though  all  my  fimplenefs  I  own, 
 
 And  ail  my  faults  to  thee  are  known* 
 
 5  Ah  wherefore  did  I  ever  doubt  ! 
 Thou  wilt  in  no  wife  cafe  me  out, 
 Under  thy  mighty  hand  I  ftoop  ; 
 Oh  lift  the  abject  finnerup  ! 
 
 6  Lord 
 
(     95     ) 
 
 Lord,  I  am  blind  ;  be  thou  my  fight  ! 
 Lord,  1  am  weak  ;  be  thou  my  might  ! 
 A  helper  of  the  helplefs  be, 
 And  let  me  find  my  all  in  thee  ! 
 
 hymn      xci. 
 
 The  Woman  of  Canaan.    Matt.  xv.  25,  28* 
 
 i     T    ORD,  I  cannot  part  with  thee  ; 
 I   j     I  will  not  let  thee  go  : 
 Mercy,  mercy  upon  me, 
 
 Thou  Son  of  David  mow  ! 
 Vileft  of  the  finful  race 
 
 On  thee  importunate  I  call  : 
 Help  me,  Jefus ;  mew  thy  grace  ; 
 
 Thy  grace  is  free  for  all. 
 
 1     Nothing  am  I  in  thy  fight, 
 
 Nothing  have  I  to  plead  : 
 Unto  dogs  it  is  not  right 
 
 To  carl:  the  childrens'  bread. 
 Yet  the  dogs  the  crumbs  may  eat, 
 
 That  from  their  matter's  table  fall : 
 Let  the  fragments  be  my  meat  : 
 
 Thy  grace  is  free  for  all. 
 
 3     Give  me  Lord  the  victory, 
 My  heart's  defire  fulfil; 
 Let  it  now  be  done  to  me 
 According  to  my  will  ! 
 Give  me  living  bread  to  eat, 
 And  fay,  in  anfwer  to  my  call, 
 
 Canaanite, 
 
(    96     ) 
 
 Canaanite,  thy  faith  is  great  \ 
 My  grace  is  free  for  all. 
 
 If  thy  grace  -for  all  is  free, 
 
 Thy  call  now  let  me  hear  : 
 Shew  this  token  upon  me, 
 
 And  bring  falvation  near. 
 Now  the  gracious  word  repeat, 
 
 The  word  of  healing  to  my  foul ; 
 Canaanite,  thy  faith  is  great  ! 
 
 Thy  faith  hath  made  thee  whole. 
 
 hymn      xcn. 
 
 JESUS,  Friend  of  finners,  hear, 
 Yet  once  again  I  pray  ; 
 From  my  debt  of  fin  fet  clear, 
 
 For  1  have  nought  to  pay  : 
 Speak,  Oh  fpeak  the  kind  releafe, 
 A  poor  backfliding'foul  reftore  : 
 Love  me  freely,  feal  my  peace, 
 And  bid  me  fin  no  more. 
 
 Though  my  fins  as  mountains  rife, 
 
 And  fwell  and  reach  to  heaven, 
 Mercy  is  above  the  fkies, 
 
 I  may  be  ftill  forgiven  ; 
 Infinite  my  fins  increafe, 
 
 But  greater  is  thy  mercy's  ftore  : 
 Love  me  freely,  feal  my  peace, 
 
 And  bid  me  fin  no  more. 
 
 Sin's  deceitfulnefs  hath  fpread 
 A  hardnefs  o'er  my  heart ; 
 
 But 
 
(     97     ) 
 
 But  if  thou  thy  fpirit  fhed, 
 
 The  ftony  mall  depart : 
 Shed  thy  love,  thy  tendernefs, 
 
 And  let  me  feel  thy  foftening  power  ; 
 Love  me  freely,  feal  my  peace, 
 
 And  bid  me  fin  no  more. 
 
 For  this  only  thing  I  pray, 
 
 And  this  will  I  require  ; 
 Take  the  power  of  fin  away, 
 
 Fill  me  with  chafte  defire ; 
 Perfect  me  in  holinefs  ; 
 
 Thy  image  to  my  foul  reftore  : 
 Love  me  freely,  feal  my  peace, 
 
 And  bid  me  fin  no  more. 
 
 hymn      xcm. 
 
 •  i    y^V  Thou,  whom  fain  my  foul  would  love, 
 \J     Whom  I  would  gladly  die  to  know, 
 This  veil  of  unbelief  remove, 
 
 And  fhow  me  all  thy  goodnefs,  fhow; 
 Jesus,  thyfelf  in  me  reveal, 
 Tell  me  thy  name,  thy  nature  tell. 
 
 2  Haft  thou  been  with  me  Lord  fo  long, 
 Yet  thee  my  Lord,  have  I  not  known  ? 
 I  claim  thee  with  a  faultering  tongue, 
 
 I  pray  thee  in  a  feeble  groan  : 
 Tell  me,  Oh  tell  me,  who  thou  art, 
 And  fpeak  thy  name  into  my  heart. 
 
 3  If  now  thou  talkeft  by  the  way, 
 With  fuch  an  abjecl  worm  as  me, 
 
 Thy 
 
(     93     ) 
 
 Thy  myfteries  of  grace  difplay, 
 Open  my  eyes  that  I  may  fee  ; 
 That  I  may  understand  thy  word, 
 And  now  cry  out,  it  is  the  Lord  1 
 
 HYMN      xciv. 
 
 i    TESUS,  in  whom  the  weary  find 
 J      Their  late  but  permanent  repofe, 
 Phyfician  of  the  fin-ftck  mind, 
 
 Relieve  my  wants,  aflwage  my  woes  ;  • 
 
 And  let  my  foul  on  thee  be  caft, 
 
 'Till  life's  fierce  tyranny  be  paft. 
 
 2  Loos'd  from  my  God,  and  far  remov'd, 
 
 Long  have  I  wander'd  to  and  fro, 
 O'ef  earth  in  endlefs  circles  rov'd, 
 
 Nor  found  whereon  to  reft  below  ; 
 Back  to  my  God,  at  laft  I  fly  : 
 For  Oh  the  waters  (till  are  high  ! 
 
 3  Selfifh  purfuits,  and  nature's  maze, 
 
 The  things  of  earth  for  thee  I  leave  : 
 Put  forth  thy  hand,  thy  of  grace, 
 
 Into  the  ark  of  love  receive  ! 
 Take  this  poor  fluttering  foul  to  reft, 
 And  lodge  it,  Saviour,  in  thy  breaft  ! 
 
 4  Fill  with  inviolable  peace, 
 
 'Stablifh  and  keep  my  fettled  heart  ; 
 In  thee  may  all  my  wanderings  ceafe, 
 From  thee  no  more  may  I  depart  ; 
 Thyutmoft  goodnefs  call'd  to  prove, 
 Lov'd  with  an  everlafting  love. 
 
 HYMN 
 
99     ) 
 
 HYMN        XCV. 
 
 i   T^ATHER  of  Jefus  Chrift  the  Juft, 
 J/      My  Friend  and  Advocate  with  thee, 
 Pity  .a  foul  that  fain  would  truft 
 
 In  him  who  liv'd  and  died  for  me ; 
 But  only  thou  canft  make  him  known. 
 And  in  my  heart  reveal  thy  Son. 
 
 2  If,  drawn  by  thy  alluring  grace, 
 
 My  want  of  living  faith  I  feel, 
 Shew  me  in  Chrift  thy  fmiling  grace, 
 
 What  flefh  and  blood  can  ne'er  reveal ; 
 Thy  co-eternal  Son  difplay, 
 And  call  my  darknefs  into  day. 
 
 3  The  gift  unfpeakable  impart ; 
 
 Command  the  light  of  faith  to  mine  ; 
 To  mine  in  my  dark,  drooping  heart, 
 
 And  fill  me  with  the  life  divine  : 
 Now  bid  the  new  creation  be  1 
 O  God,  let  there  be  faith  in  me. 
 
 h  y  M  n      xcvi. 
 
 i    /^lAST  on  the  fidelity 
 
 V^i     Of  my  redeeming  Lord, 
 I  fhall  his  falvation  fee, 
 
 According  to  his  word  : 
 Credence  to  his  v/ord  I  give, 
 
 My  Saviour  in  diftrefTes  pail 
 Will  not  now  his  fervant  leave, 
 But  bring  me  through  at  laft. 
 
 2  Now 
 
(      ioo     ) 
 
 Now  as  yefterday  the  fame, 
 
 In  all  my  troubles  nigh, 
 Jefas  on  thy  word  and  name 
 
 I  ftedfaftly  rely, 
 Sure  as  now  the  grief  I  feel, 
 
 The  promis'd  joy  I  foon  mail  have  ; 
 Sav'd  again,  to  linners  tell 
 
 Thy  power  and  will  to  fave. 
 
 To  thy  bleffed  will  refign'd, 
 
 And  ftay'd  on  that  alone, 
 I  thy  perfect  ftrength  mall  find, 
 
 Thy  faithful  mercies  own  ; 
 Compafs'd  round  with  fongs  of  praife, 
 
 My  All  to  my  Redeemer  give ; 
 Spread  thy  miracles  of  grace, 
 
 And  for  thy  glory  live. 
 
 HYMN         XCVII. 
 
 i  TOATHER,  in  the  name  I  pray 
 J/      Of  thy  incarnate  Love, 
 Humbly  afk,  that  as  my  day 
 
 My  fuffering  ftrength  may  prove  ; 
 When  my  forrows  moft  increafe, 
 
 Let  thy  ftrongeft  joys  be  given  ; 
 Jefus,  come  with  my  diftrefs, 
 
 And  agony  is  heaven. 
 
 2  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghoft, 
 For  good  remember  me  ! 
 Me,  whom  thou  haft  caus'd  to  truft 
 For  more  than  life  on  thee  : 
 
 With 
 
(      ioi      ) 
 
 With  me  in  the  fire  remain, 
 Till  like  burniftr  d  gold  I  mine, 
 
 Meet,  through  confecrated  pain, 
 To  fee  thy  face  divine. 
 
 hymn      xcviix. 
 In  AJjUclion  or  Pain. 
 
 y 
 
 i  >-|~HIOU  Lamb  of  God,  thou  Prince  of  peace, 
 X        For  thee  my  thirfty  foul  doth  pine  1 
 My  longing  heart  implores  thy  grace, 
 Oh  make  me  in  thy  likenefs  mine  ! 
 
 3  With  fraudlefs,  even,  humble  mind, 
 Thy  will  in  all  things  may  I  fee  j 
 In  love  be  every  wifh  refign'd, 
 
 And  hallow'd  my  whole  heart  to  thee. 
 
 3  When  pain  o'er  my  weak  nefh  prevails, 
 With  lamb -like  patience  arm  my  breaft. ; 
 When  grief  my  wounded  foul  aiTails, 
 In  lowly  meeknefs  may  I  reft. 
 
 4.  Clofe  by  thy  fide  ftill  may  I  keep, 
 
 Howe'er  life's  various  current  flow  ; 
 With  ftedfaft  eye  mark  every  ftep, 
 And  follow  thee  where'er  thou  go. 
 
 5  Thou,  Lord,  the  dreadful  fight-haft  won  ; 
 Alone  thou  haft  the  wine-prefs  trod  : 
 In  me  thy  ftrength'ning  grace  be  fhown, 
 Oh  may  I  conquer  through  thy  blood  ! 
 
 I  2  6  So 
 
(       102       ) 
 
 6  So  when  on  Sion  thou  fhalt  ftand, 
 
 And  all  heaven's  hoft  adore  their  king, 
 Shall  I  be  found  at  thy  right  hand, 
 And  free  from  pain  thy  glories  fing. 
 
 hymn      xcix. 
 
 Repentance 3   and  Faith  in  Chriji.     Pfalm  li. 
 
 Thou  that  hear'fl:  when  Tinners  cry, 
 Though  all  my  fins  before  thee  lie, 
 Behold  me  not  with  angry  look, 
 But  blot  their  memory  from  thy  book. 
 
 2  Create  my  nature  pure  within, 
 And  form  my  foul  averfe  to  fin : 
 Let  thy  good  fpirit  ne'er  depart, 
 Nor  hide  thy  prefence  from  my  heart. 
 
 3  1  cannot  live  without  thy  light, 
 
 Call  out  and  banifh'd  from  thy  light : 
 .    Thy  faving  ftrength,  O  Lord,  reftore, 
 And  guard  me  that  I  fall  no  more. 
 
 4  Though  I  have  griev'd  thy  Spirit,  Lord, 
 His  help  and  comfort  itill  afford  : 
 
 And  let  a  wretch  come  near  thy  throne, 
 To  plead  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 
 
 5  My  foul  lies  humbled  in  the  duft, 
 And  owns  thy  dreadful  fentence  juft  ; 
 Look  down,  O  Lord,  with  pitying  eye, 
 And  fave  the  foul  condemn'd  to  die. 
 
 6  Then 
 
(     io3     ) 
 
 6  Then  will  I  teach  the  world  thy  ways, 
 Sinners  mall  learn  thy  fovereign  grace  : 
 I'll  lead  them  to  my  Saviour's  blood, 
 And  they  mall  praife  a  pardoning  God* 
 
 7  Oh  may  thy  love  infpire  my  tongue, 
 Salvation  mall  be  all  my  fong  ; 
 
 And  all  my  powers  mail  join  to  blefs 
 The  Lord,  my  ftrength  and  righteoufncft. 
 
 HYMN        C. 
 
 Prayer  for  divine  Influence, 
 
 i   >nr~\[-IOU  great  nryfterious  God  unknown, 
 X      V/hofe  love  hath  gently  led  me  on, 
 
 Even  from  my  infant  days, 
 My  mmoit  foul  expofe  to  view, 
 And  tell  me  if  I  ever  knew 
 
 Thy  juftifying  grace. 
 
 2  If  I  have  only  known  thy  fear, 
 And  followed  with  an  heart  fmcere, 
 
 Thy  drawings  from  above; 
 Now,  now  the  farther  grace  beftow, 
 And  let  my  fprinkied  confeience  know 
 
 Thy  fweet  forgiving  love. 
 
 3  Short  of  thy  love  I  would  not  ftop, 
 A  ftranger  to  the  gofpel-hope, 
 
 The  fenfe  of  fin  forgiven  ; 
 I  would  not,  Lord,  my  foul  deceive,. 
 Without  thy  inward  witnefs  live, 
 
 That  antepafl  of  heaven. 
 
 I  3  4  If 
 
(     i<H     ) 
 
 4  If  now  the  witnefs  were  in  me, 
 Would  he  not  teftify  of  thee, 
 
 In  jefus  reconcil'd? 
 And  fhould  I  not  with  faith  draw  nigla, 
 And  boldly  "  Abba,  Father  !    cry, 
 
 1  know  myfelf  thy  child  ?" 
 
 5  Ah  !   never  let  thy  fervant  reft, 
 Till  of  my  part  in  Chrift  poffeit, 
 
 I  on  thy  mercy  feed  : 
 Unworthy  of  the  crumbs  that  fall, 
 Vet  rais'd  by  him  who  died  for  all, 
 
 To  eat  the  children's  bread. 
 
 i    QTAY,  thou  infulted  Spirit,  flay, 
 
 i^J  Though  I  have  done  thee  fuch  defpite. 
 Nor  caft  the  finner  quite  away, 
 Nor  take  thy  everlafting  flight. 
 
 2  Though  I  have  molt  unfaithful  been, 
 
 Of  all  who  e'er  thy  grace  receiv'd, 
 Ten  thoufand  times  thy  goodnefs  feen, 
 Ten  thoufand  times  thy  goodnefs  griev'd* 
 
 3  Yet  Oh  !   the  chief  of  flnners  fpare, 
 
 In  honour  of  my  great  High-prieft, 
 Nor  in  thy  righteous  anger  fwear 
 
 To  exclude  me  from  thy  people's  reft. 
 
 4  If  yet  thou  canft  my  fids  forgive, 
 
 From  now,  O  jLord,  relieve  my  woes; 
 Into  thy  reft  of  lcve  receive, 
 
 And  bleTs  me  with  the  calm  repofe. 
 
 ;  Frcrn 
 
(     io3     ) 
 
 5  From  now  vny  weary  foul  releafe, 
 
 Up-raife  me  with  thy  gracious  hand, 
 And  guide  into  thy  perfect  peace, 
 And  bring  me  to  the  promis'dland. 
 
 h  y  u  n      en. 
 
 God's  lo~oe  to  Mankind. 
 
 j    y~X   God  of  good  the  unfathom'd  fea, 
 \_J  Who  would  not  give  his  heart  to  thee  ? 
 
 Who  would  not  love  thee  with  his  might  ? 
 O  Jefus,  lover  of  mankind, 
 Who  would  not  his  whole  foul  and  mind, 
 
 With  all  his  ftrength  to  thee  unite  ? 
 
 2  Thou  fhin'ft.  with  everlafting  rays ; 
 Before  the  infuirerable  blaze 
 
 Angels  with  both  wings  veil  their  eyes ; 
 Yet  free  as  air  thy  bounty  ftxeams 
 On  all  thy  works,  thy  mercy's  beams 
 
 Diffufive  as  thy  fun's  arife. 
 
 3  AftoninVd  at  thy  frowning  brow, 
 
 Earth,  hell,  and  heaven's  ftrong  pillars  bow, 
 
 Terrible  majeity  is  thine  ! 
 Who  then  can  that  vail:  love  exprefs, 
 Which  bows  thee  down  to  me,  who  lefs 
 
 Than  nothing  am,  'till  thou  art  mine  ? 
 
 4  High-thron'd  on  heaven's  eternal  hill, 
 In  number,  weight,  and  meafure  ftill 
 
 Thou  fweetiy  ordereft  all  that  is  : 
 And  yet  thou  deign'h:  to  come  to  me, 
 And  guide  my  fteps  that  I  with  thee 
 
 Inthron'd,  may  reign  in  endlefs  blifs. 
 
 H  Y  M  M 
 
(     io6    ) 
 
 HYMN        C  I  I  I . 
 
 FOUNTAIN  of  good,    each  blefling  flows 
 From  thee  ;    no  want  thy  fulnefs  knows  : 
 What  but  thyfelf  canft  thou  defire  ? 
 Yes  ;  felf-mfficient  as  thou  art, 
 Thou  dofl  -defire  my  worthlefs  heart ; 
 This  only  this  thou  doll  require. 
 
 Primeval  beauty!  in  thy  fight 
 The  firnVborn  faireft  foas  of  light 
 
 See  all  their  brightest  glories  fade  ; 
 What  then  to  me  thy  eyes  could  turn, 
 In  fin  conceiv'd,  of  woman  born, 
 
 A  worm,  a  leaf,  a  blaft,  a  made  ! 
 
 Hell's  armies  tremble  at  thy  nod, 
 And  trembling  own  the  almighty  God, 
 
 Sovereign  of  earth,  hell,  air,  and  fky  : 
 But  who  is  this  that  comes  from  far, 
 Who'fe  garments  roll'd  in  blood  appear  ? 
 
 '"lis  God  made  man,  for  man  to  die. 
 
 O  God  of  good  the  unfathemed  fea, 
 Who  would  not  give  his  heart  to  thee? 
 
 Who  would  not  love  thee  with  his  might  ? 
 O  Jefus,  lover  Of  mankind, 
 Who  would  not  his  whole  foul  and  mind, 
 
 With  all  his  ftrength  to  thee  unite  ? 
 
 B  Y  M  N 
 
(     io7     ) 
 
 HYMN        CIV. 
 
 Ifaiah  xliii.   1,  z 
 
 1  T}EACE,  doubtful  heart,  my  God's  I  am 
 X  Who  form'd  me  man,  forbids  my  fear  : 
 The  Lord  hath  call'd  me  by  my  name  ; 
 
 The  Lord  protects,  for  ever  near  : 
 His  blood  for  me  did  once  atone, 
 And  ftill  he  loves,   and  guards  his  own. 
 
 2  When  parting  through  the  watry  deep, 
 
 I  afk  in  faith  his  promis'd  aid : 
 The  waves  an  awful  diftance  keep, 
 
 And  ihrink  from  my  devoted  head  : 
 Fearlefs  their  violence  I  dare  : 
 They  cannot  harm,  for  God  is  there  ! 
 
 3  To  him  my  eyes  of  faith  I  turn, 
 
 And  through  the  fire  purfue  my  way  : 
 The  fire  forgets  it's  power  to  burn, 
 
 The  lambent  flames  around  me  play  : 
 I  own  his  power,  accept  the  fign, 
 And  fhout  to  prove  the  Saviour  mine. 
 
 4.  Still  nigh  me,  O  my  Saviour,   ftand, 
 
 And  guard  in  fierce  temptation's  hour, 
 Hide  in  the  hollow  of  thy  hand, 
 
 Shew  forth  in  me  thy  laving  power  : 
 Still  be  thy  arms  my  fure  defence   ; 
 Nor  earth,  nor  hell  ihall  pluck  me  thence. 
 
 H  Y  M  N 
 
I     108     ) 
 
 HYMN        CV. 
 
 Courage  in  time  of  danger. 
 
 i    QINCE  thou  haft  bid  me  come  to  thee 
 i5      (Good  as  thou  art,  and  ftrong  tofave) 
 I'll  walk  o'er  life's  tempeftuous  fea, 
 
 Up-borne  by  the  unyielding  wave  : 
 Dauntlefs,  though  rocks  of  pride  be  near, 
 And  yawning  whirlpools  of  defpair  1 
 
 2  When  darknefs  intercepts  the  fkies, 
 
 And  forrow's  waves  around,  me  roll, 
 When  high  the  ftorms  of  pafiion  rife, 
 
 And  half  o'erwhelm  my  linking  foul ; 
 My  foul  a  fudden  power  ihall  feel, 
 And  hear  a  whifper,  Peace,  Be  jiilL 
 
 3  Though  in  affliction's  furnace  tried, 
 
 Unhurt,  on  fnares  and  death  I'll  tread  ; 
 Though  fin  aflail,  and  hell  thrown  wide 
 
 Pour  all  it's  flames  upon  my  head  : 
 Like  Mo/h'  bum  111  mount  ihe  higher, 
 And  flourifh  unconfi:m'd  in  fire. 
 
 H  Y  M  n       cvi. 
 
 ChriftrS  comtaflton  for  the  Tempted,    Heb.  iv..I5,  l&- 
 
 Matt.  xii.  20. 
 
 ITH  joy  we  meditate  the  grace 
 Of  our  Kigh  Prieft  above  ; 
 His  heart  is  made  of  tendernefs, 
 His  bowels  melt  with  love. 
 
 Touch'd 
 
(     i°9    ) 
 
 2  Touch'd  with  a  fympathy  within, 
 
 He  knows  our  feeble  frame ; 
 He  knows  what  fore  temptations  mean, 
 For  he  hath  felt  the  fame. 
 
 3  He  in  the  days  of  feeble  fiefh, 
 
 Pour'd  out  ftrong  cries  and  tears ; 
 And  in  his  meafure  feels  afrefh 
 What  every  member  bears. 
 
 4  He'll  never  quench  the  fmoaking  flax, 
 
 But  raife  it  to  a  flame  ; 
 The  bruifed  reed  he  never  breaks, 
 Nor  fcorns  the  meaner!  name. 
 
 5  Then  let  our  humble  faith  adurefs 
 
 His  mercy  and  his  power  ; 
 We  fhall  obtain  delivering  grace 
 In  the  diitxefling  hour. 
 
 HYMN  CVII. 
 
 Confederate  Nations  defied  by  thofe  who  fanSlify  God. 
 Ifaiah  viii.  9,  14. 
 
 1  A^REAT  God  of  Holts,  attend  our  prayer, 
 VJT  And  make  the  Britijh  ifles  thy  care  : 
 
 To  thee  we  raife  our  fiippliant  cries, 
 When  angry  nations  round  us  rife. 
 
 2  But  'midft  the  thunder  of  their  Rage, 
 We  thy  proteftion  would  engage  : 
 Now  raife  thy  faving  arm  on  high, 
 And  bring  renew'd  deliverance  nigh. 
 
 3  May 
 
(     no     ) 
 
 3  May  Britain,  as  one  man,  be  led 
 To  make  the  Lord  her  fear  and  dread  ; 
 Our  fouls  no  other  fear  fhall  know, 
 Though  earth  were  leagu'd  with  hell  below. 
 
 4  Give  ear,  ye  countries  from  afar : 
 Ye  proud  afibciate  nations,  hear  ; 
 While  fix'd  on  him  who  rules  the  Iky, 
 Our  hearts  your  threaten'd  war  defy. 
 
 5  Ye  people,  gird  your  felves  in  vain, 
 Your  fcatter'd  force  unite  again  ; 
 Again  fhall  all  that  force  be  broke, 
 When  God  with  us  fhall  deal  the  flroke. 
 
 6  Now  he  records  our  humble  tears, 
 With  ardent  vows  for  future  years, 
 And  deftines  for  approaching  days 
 Victorious  fhouts  and  fongs  of  praife. 
 
 7  ImmanuePs  land  fhall  fafe  remain, 
 Bleft  with  it's  Saviour's  gentle  reign  ; 
 Till  every  hoftile  rumour  ceafe 
 
 In  the  fair  realms  of  perfect  peace. 
 
 hymn      c  v  1 1 1 . 
 
 GcJ  intreated.for  Zion.     Ifaiah  lxii.  6,  7. 
 
 1   TNDULGENT  fovereign  of  the  fkies, 
 J,      And  wilt  thou  bow  thy  gracious  ear  ? 
 While  feeble  mortals  raife  their  cries, 
 Wilt  thou,  the  great  Jehovah,  hear  ? 
 
 2  Look 
 
<  m  ) 
 
 2.  Look  down,  O  God,  with  pitying  eye, 
 And  view  the  defolation  round ; 
 See  what  wide  realms  in  darknefs  lie. 
 And  hurl  their  idols  to  the  ground. 
 
 3  Loud  let  the  gofpel-trumpet  blow, 
 
 And  call  the  nations  from  afar; 
 Let  all  the  ifles  their  Saviour  know, 
 And  earth's  remoter!  ends  draw  near. 
 
 4  With  gentle  beams  on  Britain  mine, 
 
 And  blefs  her  Princes,  and  her  Priefls ; 
 And,  by  thy  energy  divine, 
 
 Let  facred  love  o'errlow  their  breafts. 
 
 5  Triumphant  here  let  Jefus  reign, 
 
 And  on  his  vineyard  fweetly  fmile; 
 While  all  the  virtues  of  his  train 
 Adorn  our  church,  adorn  our  ifles. 
 
 9  On  all  our  fouls  let  grace  defcend, 
 
 Like  heavenly  dew  in  copious  Ihowers, 
 That  we  may  call  our  God  our  friend, 
 That  we  may  hail  falvation  ours. 
 
 -  Then  ihall  each  age  and  rank  agree 
 United  mouts  of  joy  to  raife  ; 
 And  Zion  made  a  praife  by  thee, 
 
 To  thee  lhall  render  back  the  praife. 
 
 H  Y  M  N 
 
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 fl  Y  M  N        CIX. 
 
 Lamenting  national  Shis.     Ezek.  ix.  4,  6. 
 
 1  /~\   Righteous  God,  thou  Judge  fupreme, 
 \_J  We  tremble  at  thy  dreadful  name, 
 And  all  our  crying  guiit  we  own 
 
 In  dull  and  tears  before  thy  throne. 
 
 2  So  manifold  our  crimes  have  been, 
 Such  crimfon  tin&ure  dyes  our  fin, 
 That,  could  we  all  it's  horrors  know, 
 Our  ftreaming  eyes  with  blood  might  flow. 
 
 3  Juftly  might  this  polluted  land 
 Prove  all  the  vengeance  of  thy  hand  ; 
 
 And  bath'd  in  heaven  thy  fword  might  come 
 To  drink  our  blood,  and  feal  our  doom. 
 
 4  Yet  haft  thou  not  a  remnant  here, 
 Whofe  fouls  are  fill'd  with  pious  fear  ? 
 Oh  bring  thy  wonted  mercy  nigh, 
 While  profrrate  at  thy  feet  they  lie. 
 
 5  Behold  their  tears,  attend  their  moan, 
 Nor  turn  away  their  fecret  groan  : 
 With  thefe  we  join  our  humble  prayer ; 
 Our  nation  fhield,  our  country  fpare. 
 
 6  But  if  the  fentence  be  decreed, 
 
 And  our  dear  native  land  muft  bleed, 
 By  thy  fure  mark  may  we  be  known, 
 And  fave  in  life  or  death  thy  own. 
 
 H  Y  M  N 
 
(     "3     ) 
 
 Humbled  under  the  hand  of  God.      I    Peter  V.  6. 
 
 i   /^\UR  fouls  with  reverence,  Lord,  bow  down 
 \J  Struck  by  the  fplendour  of  thy  throne  : 
 Humbled,  while  in  thy  houfe  we  ftand, 
 Beneath  thy  great  tremendous  hand. 
 
 2  That  hand,  which  bears  the  fteady  pole, 
 While  nature's  wheels  unwearied  roll ; 
 That  hand,  which  gives  each  creature  food, 
 And  fills  the  world  with  various  good. 
 
 3  That  hand,  which  piere'd  thy  darling  Son 
 To  expiate  crimes,  that  we  had  done  : 
 That  hand,  which  fcatters  grace  abroad 
 To  turn  thy  foes  to  fons  of  God. 
 
 4  But  Oh  !  with  what  diflracled  rage 
 Have  we  prefum'd  that  hand  to  engage  ! 
 And,  while  long  patience  hath  been  fhewn, 
 Struggled  to  force  thy  vengeance  down  ! 
 
 5  Here  might  thy  wrath  begin  to  flame, 
 And  vindicate  thy  injur 'd  name  : 
 Till  the  red  thunders  of  thy  hand 
 Had  dealt  deftruclion  round  our  land. 
 
 6  With  humble  hearts  our  God  we  meet ;. 
 Oh  raife  the  fuppliants  at  thy  feet  ! 
 And  let  that  glorious  arm  this  day 
 Embrace  the  rebels  it  might  flay. 
 
 K    2  HYMN 
 
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 HYMN        CXI. 
 
 Humiliation,      i   Peter  v.  6. 
 
 i  OEE,  gracious  God,  before  thy  Throne 
 J5     1  hy  mourning  people  bend  ! 
 'Tis  on  thy  fovereign  grace  alone 
 Our  humble  hopes  depend. 
 
 2  Tremendous  judgments  from  thy  hand, 
 Thy  dreadful  power  difplay ; 
 Yet  mercy  fpares  this  guilty  land, 
 And  ftill  we  live  to  pray. 
 
 ,3  Great  God,  and  why  is  Britain  fpar'd, 
 Ungrateful  as  we  are  ! 
 Gh  make  thy  awful  warnings  heard, 
 While  mercy  cries,  "  forbear." 
 
 4  What  numerous  crimes  increafing  rife, 
 
 Through  this  illumin'd  ifle  ! 
 What  land  fo  favour'd  of  the  fkies, 
 And  yet  what  land  fo  vile, 
 
 5  How  chang'd,  alas !  are  truths  divine, 
 
 For  error,  guilt,  and  fhame  ! 
 What  impious  numbers,  bold  in  fin, 
 Difgrace  the  Chriftian  name  ! 
 
 6  Regardlefs  of  thy  fmile  or  frown, 
 
 Their  pleafures  they  require ; 
 And  fink  with  gay  indifference  down 
 To  everlafting  fire. 
 
 7  Ok 
 
(     "5     ) 
 
 7  Oh  turn  us,  turn  us,  mighty  Lord, 
 
 By  thy  abundant  grace  ; 
 Then  mall  our  hearts  obey  thy  word, 
 And  humbly  feek  thy  face. 
 
 8  Then,  mould  infulting  foes  invade, 
 
 We  mail  not  fink  in  fear  ; 
 Secure  of  never-faiiing  aid, 
 If  God,  our  God,  is  near. 
 
 HYMN       XCII. 
 
 Gen.  xviii.   23,  33. 
 
 I   Tf  7HEN  Abram,   full  of  facred  am* 
 \V       Before  Jehovah  flood, 
 And  with  a  humble  fervent  prayer, 
 For  guilty  Sodom  fued 
 
 2  With  what  fuccefs,  what  wonderous  grace, 
 
 Was  his  petition  crown'd  ! 
 The  Lord  would  fpare  if  in  the  place 
 Ten  righteous  men  were  found. 
 
 3  And  could  a  fingle  holy  foul 
 
 So  rich  a  grant  obtain  ? 
 Great  God,  and  fhall  a  nation  cry, 
 And  plead  with  thee  in  vain  ? 
 
 4  Britain,  all  guilty  as  file  is, 
 
 Her  numerous  faints  can  boaft, 
 And  now  their  fervent  prayers  afcend, 
 And  can  thofe  prayers  be  loll  I 
 
 K  3  5  Are 
 
(     n6    ) 
 
 5*  Are  not  the  righteous  dear  to  thee, 
 Now  as  in  ancient  times  ? 
 Or  does  this  fmful  land  exceed 
 Gomorrah  in  it's  crimes  ? 
 
 6  Still  are  we  thine,  we  bear  thy  name, 
 Here  yet  is  thy  abode  ; 
 Still  may  thy  prefence  blefs  our  land  ; 
 Forfake  us  not,  O  God. 
 
 hymn      cxm. 
 
 Day  of  Prayer  for  Succefs  in  War. 
 
 i   T    ORD,  how  mall  wretched  Tinners  tfaxe 
 JL/     Look  up  to  thy  divine  abode  ,? 
 Or  offer  their  imperfect  prayer 
 Before  a  juft,  a  holy  God  ? 
 
 2  Bright  terrors  guard  thy  awful  feat, 
 
 And  dazzling  glories  veil  thy  face  ; 
 Yet  mercy  calls  us  to  thy  feet, 
 Thy  throne  is  flill  a  throne  of  Grace. 
 
 3  Oh  may  our  fouls  thy  grace  adore, 
 
 May  Jefus  plead  our  humble  claim  ; 
 While  thy  protection  we  implore, 
 In  his  prevailing  glorious  name. 
 
 4  With  all  the  boafted  pomp  of  war 
 
 In  vain  we  dare  the  hoftile  field  ; 
 
 In  vain,  unlefs  thou  Lord  art  there ; 
 
 Thy  arm  alone  is  Britain's  fhield. 
 
 5  Let 
 
(     H7     ) 
 
 5  Let  part  experience  of  thy  care 
 
 Support  our  hope,  our  trull  invite  ! 
 Again  attend  our  humble  prayer  ! 
 Again  be  mercy  thy  delight  ! 
 
 6  Our  arms  fucceed,  our  councils  guide, 
 
 Let  thy  right  hand  our  caufe  maintain ; 
 Till  war's  deltru&ive  rage  fubfide, 
 And  peace  relume  her  gentle  reign, 
 
 7  Oh  when  fhall  time  the  period  bring 
 
 When  raging  war  fhall  wafte  no  more  ; 
 
 When  peace  fhall  ftretch  her  balmy  wing 
 
 From  Europe's  coaft  to  India's  more  ? 
 
 8  When  fhall  the  gofpel's  healing  ray 
 
 (Kind  fource  of  amity  divine  ! ) 
 Spread  o'er  the  world  celeftial  day  ? 
 When  fhall  the  nations,  Lord,  be  thine  ? 
 
 HYMN        CXIV* 
 
 National  Judgments  deprecated,  and  National  Mercies 
 pleaded.     Amos  iii.     i,  6. 
 
 i   T  T  7HILE  oe'r  our  guilty  land,  O  Lord, 
 V  V     We  yiew  tne  terrors  of  thy  Avord  ; 
 Oh  !   whither  fhall  the  helplefs  fly  ? 
 To  whom  but  thee  direct  their  cry  ? 
 
 2  The  helplefs  finner's  cries  and  tears 
 Are  grown  familiar  to  thy  ears ; 
 Oft  has  thy  mercy  fent  relief, 
 When  all  was  fear  and  hopelefs  grief. 
 
 3  On 
 
(     "8     ) 
 
 3  On  thee,  our  guardian  God,  we  call, 
 Before  thy  throne  of  grace  we  fail ; 
 And  is  there  no  deliverance  there  ? 
 And  mull  we  perifh  in  defpair  ? 
 
 4  See,  we  repent,  we  weep,  we  mourn, 
 To  our  forfaken  God  we  turn  ; 
 
 Oh  fpare  our  guilty  country,  fpare 
 
 The  church  which  thou  haft  planted  here. 
 
 5  We  plead  thy  grace,  indulgent  God  ; 
 We  plead  thy  Son's  atoning  blood  ; 
 We  plead  thy  gracious  promifes, 
 And  are  they  unavailing  pleas  ? 
 
 6  Thefe  pleas,  prefented  at  thy  throne, 
 Have  brought  ten  thoufand  bleffings  down 
 On  guilty  lands  in  helplefs  woe  ; 
 
 .  Let  them  prevail  to  fave  us  too  ! 
 
 hymn     cxv. 
 
 Peace  prayed  for. 
 
 i    if\N  Britain,  long  a  favour'd  ifle, 
 
 V^l     Now  overwhelm'd  with  guilt  and  fhame, 
 Deign,  mighty  God,  once  more  to  fmile; 
 The  fame  thy  power,  thy  grace  the  fame. 
 
 z  Let  peace  defcend  with  balmy  wing, 
 And  all  it's  blemngs  round  her  (lied  ; 
 Her  liberties  be  well  fecur'c!, 
 
 And  commerce  lift  it's  fainting  head  : 
 
 3  Let 
 
(     ii9     ) 
 
 t,  Let  the  loud  cannon  ceafe  to  roar, 
 
 The  warlike  trump  no  longer  found  ; 
 The  din  of  arms  be  heard  no  more, 
 Nor  human  blood  pollute  the  ground. 
 
 4  Let  hoftile  troops  drop  from  their  hands 
 
 The  ufelefs  fword,  the  glittering  fpear  ; 
 And  join  in  friendfhip's  facred  bands, 
 Nor  one  dilfentient  voice  be  there. 
 
 5  Thus  fave,  O  Lord,  a  finking  land, 
 
 Millions  of  tongues  fhall  then  adore, 
 Refound  the  honours  of  thy  name, 
 
 And  fpread  thy  praife  from  fhore  to  more. 
 
 H  y  M  n      cxvi. 
 
 Secret   Prayer.     Matt.   vi.  6. 
 
 i   TTjWTHER  divine,  thy  piercing  eye 
 X^       Sees  through  the  darkeft  night ; 
 In  deep  retirement  thou  art  nigh, 
 With  heart  difcerning  fight. 
 
 t  There  may  that  piercing  eye  furvey 
 My  duteous  homage  paid, 
 With  every  morning's  dawning  ray, 
 And  every  evening's  made. 
 
 4  Oh  let  thy  own  celeftial  fire 
 The  incenfe  ftill  inflame  ; 
 While  my  warm  vows  to  thee  afpire, 
 Through  my  Redeemer's  name. 
 
 4  So 
 
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 4  So  mall  the  vifits  of  thy  love 
 My 'foul  is  fecret  blefs; 
 So  fhalt  thou  deign  in  worlds  above 
 Thy  fuppliant  to  confefs. 
 
 5  Mercy,  good  Lord,  mercy  I  afk, 
 This  is  the  total  fum  ; 
 Mercy,  through  Christ,  is  all  my  fuit, 
 Lord,  let  thy  mercy  come. 
 
 hymn     cxvu. 
 
 Blind  Bartimeus.     Luke  xviii.    35,  38. 
 
 •I  QINFUL,  and  blind,  and  poor, 
 
 f^5   And  loft  without  thy  grace, 
 Thy  mercy  I  implore, 
 And  wait  to  fee  thy  face  : 
 Begging  I  fit  by  the  way-fide, 
 And  long  to  know  the  crucify'd. 
 
 Z  Jesus,  attend  my  cry, 
 
 Thou  Son  of  David  hear, 
 If  now  thou  palfeft  by, 
 Stand  ftill  and  call  me  near  ; 
 The  darknefs  from  my  heart  remove, 
 And  mew  me  now  thy  pardoning  love. 
 
 HYMN 
 
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 HYMN       CXVIII, 
 
 Ezekiel's  Vifion  of  the  dry  Bones.     Ezek.  XXXvii.   3, 
 
 1  T    OOK  down,  O  Lord,  with  pitying  eye; 
 1   j  See  Adam's  race  in  ruin  lie  ; 
 
 Sin  fpreads  it's  trophies  o'er  the  ground, 
 And  fcatters  flaughter'd  heaps  around. 
 
 2  And  can  thefe  mouldering  corpfes  live  ! 
 And  can  thefe  perifh'd  bones  revive  ? 
 That,  mighty  God,  to  thee  is  known  ; 
 That  wonderous  work  is  all  thy  own. 
 
 3  Thy  minifters  are  fent  in  vain 
 To  prophefy  upon  the  flain  ; 
 
 In  vain  they  call,  in  vain  they  cry, 
 Till  thy  almighty  aid  is  nigh. 
 
 4  But  if  thy  Spirit  deign  to  breathe, 
 
 Life  fpreads  through  all  the  realms  of  death  ; 
 Dry  bones  obey  thy  powerful  voice; 
 They  move,  they  waken,  they  rejoice  : 
 
 5  So  when  thy  trumpet's  awful  found 
 
 Shall  make  the  heavens  and  rend  the  ground, 
 The  faints  mall  from  their  tombs  arife, 
 And  fpring  to  life  beyond  the  fkies. 
 
 hymn      cxix. 
 Now  is  the  accepted  Time. 
 
 ■c 
 
 OME,  guilty  fouls,  and  flee  away 
 To  Christ,  and  heal  your  wounds  ; 
 
 This 
 
(  It*  ) 
 
 This  is  the  welcome  gofpel  day 
 Wherein  free  grace  abounds. 
 
 2  God  lov'd  the  world,  and  gave  his  Sq5 
 To  drink  the  cup  of  wrath  : 
 And  Jesus  fays  he'll  call  out  none 
 That  come  to  him  by  faith. 
 
 HYMN        CXX. 
 
 Jabez's  Prayer.     I   Chron.  iv.  9,   iq. 
 
 o 
 
 that  the  Lord  indeed 
 "  Would  me  his  fervant  blefs, 
 "  From  every  evil  fhield  my  head, 
 "  And  crown  my  paths  with  peace  ! 
 
 "  Be  his  almighty  hand 
 "  My  helper  and  my  guide, 
 <(  Till,   with  his  faints  in  Canaan* s  land, 
 "  My  portion  he  divide. 
 
 hymn     cxx  1. 
 
 Pfalm  lxxxiv.  8, 
 
 1    T    ORD  GOD,  omnipotent  to  blefs, 
 I   j     My  fuppiication  hear  ; 
 Guardian  of  Jacob,  to  my  voice 
 Incline  thy  gracious  ear. 
 
 2.  If  I  have  never  yet  begun 
 To  tread  the  facred  road, 
 Oh  teach  my  wandering  feet  the  way 
 To  Zion'g  bleft  abode  ! 
 
 3  Or 
 
(     **3     ) 
 
 $  Or,  if  I'm  travelling  in  the  path, 
 Afiift  me  with  thy  ftrength, 
 And  let  me  fwift  advances  make, 
 And  reach  thy  heaven  at  length. 
 
 4  My  care,  my  hope,  my  firft  requeft. 
 Are  all  compris'd  in  this, 
 To  follow  where  thy  faints  have  led, 
 And  then  partake  their  blifs. 
 
 hymn     cxxn. 
 Deut.  xiii.  9. 
 
 1  ^"^REAT  God  of  heaven  and  nature,  rife, 
 VjT  And  hear  our  loud  united  cries  : 
 
 See  Britain  bow  before  thy  face 
 
 Through  all  her  coafts,  and  feek  thy  grace. 
 
 2  No  arm  of  flefh  we  make  our  truft  ; 
 
 Nor  fword,  nor  horfe,  nor  mips  we  boaft  : 
 Thine  is  the  land,  and  thine  the  main, 
 And  human  force  and  fkill  are  vain. 
 
 3  Our  guilt  might  draw  thy  vengeance  down 
 On  every  more,  on  every  town  ; 
 
 But  view  us,  Lord,  with  pitying  eye, 
 And  lay  thy  dreaful  thunder  by. 
 
 4  Forgive  the  follies  of  our  times, 
 
 And  purge  our  land  from  all  it's  crimes ; 
 Reform'd,  and  deck'd  with  grace  divine, 
 Let  princes,  priefts,  and  people  fhine. 
 
 L  <  Oh 
 
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 5  Oh  may  no  God-provoking  fin 
 Through  all  the  camps  and  navies  reign ; 
 No  foul  reproach  to  drive  from  thence 
 Our  furefl  glory  and  defence. 
 
 rti  So  fhall  our  God  delight  to  blefs, 
 
 And  crown  our  arms  with  wide  fuccefs : 
 Our  foes  fhall  dread  Jehovah's  fword, 
 And  conqu'ring  Britain  praifethe  Lord. 
 
 HYMN        cxxin. 
 Tht  LorcPs  Prayer,     Matt.  vi.  9,   13. 
 
 1  /AUR  Father,  whofe  eternal  fway 
 \J  The  bright  angelic  hofts  obey, 
 
 Oh  lend  a  pitying  Ear  : 
 When  on  thy  awful  name  we  call 
 And  at  thy  feet  fubmiflive  fall 
 
 Oh  condefcend  to  hear. 
 
 2  Far  may  thy  glorious  reign  extend, 
 May  rebels  to  thy  fceptre  bend, 
 
 And  yield  to  fovereign  love  : 
 May  we  take  pleafure  to  fulfil, 
 The  facred  dictates  of  thy  will, 
 
 As  Angels  do  above. 
 
 3  From  thy  kind  hand  each  temporal  good, 
 Our  raiment  and  our  daily  food, 
 
 In  rich  abundance  come  : 
 Lord,  give  us  ftill  a  frefh  fupply ; 
 If  thou  withold  thy  hand  we  die 
 
 And  fill  the  filent  tomb. 
 
 4  Pardon 
 
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 4  Pardon  our  Sins,  O  God  !   that  rife 
 And  call  for  vengeance  from  the  flues  ; 
 
 And  while  we  are  forgiven, 
 Grant  that  revenge  may  never  reft, 
 Nor  malice  harbour  in  that  bread 
 
 Which  feels  the  love  of  heaven. 
 
 5  Protect  us  in  the  dangerous  hour, 
 And  from  the  wily  tempter's  power 
 
 Oh  fet  our  Spirits  free  ; 
 And  if  temptation  mould  affail, 
 May  mighty  grace  o'er  all  prevail, 
 
 And  lead  our  hearts  to  thee. 
 
 6  Thine  is  the  power,  to  thee  belongs 
 The  conftant  tribute  of  our  fongs, 
 
 All  glory  to  thy  name  : 
 Let  every  creature  join  our  lays, 
 In  one  refounding  acl  of  praife, 
 
 Thy  wonders  to  proclaim, 
 
 hymn     cxxiv. 
 
 1  TT70RLD  adieu,  thou  real  cheat ! 
 
 V  V     Oft  have  thy  deceitful  charms 
 Fill'd  my  heart  with  fond  conceit, 
 Foolifh  hopes  and  falfe  alarms : 
 Now  I  fee  as  clear  as  day, 
 Now  thy  follies  pafs  away. 
 
 2  Vain  thy  entertaining  fights, 
 
 Falfe  thy  promifes  renew'd, 
 All  the  pomp  of  thy  delights 
 
 Does  but  flatter  and  delude  : 
 Thee  I  quit  for  heaven  above, 
 Objed  of  the  nobleft  love. 
 
 L  2  3  Farewel 
 
(     >*6    ) 
 
 3  Farewel  honour's  empty  pride  t 
 
 Thy  own  nice  uncertain  guft, 
 If  the  leaft  mifchance  betide, 
 
 Lays  thee  lower  than  the  duft  : 
 Worldly  honours  end  in  gall, 
 Rife  to  day,  to  morrow  fall. 
 
 4  Lord,  how  happy  is  my  heart 
 
 While  it  after  thee  afpires  1 
 True  and  faithful  as  thou  art, 
 
 Thou  malt  anfwer  it's  defires  : 
 I  (hall  fee  the  glorious  fcene 
 Of  thy  everlafting  reign. 
 
 HYMN        CXXV. 
 
 1  X?OOLISH  Vanity>  fareWeI> 
 
 JP    More  inconftant  than  the  wave  \ 
 Where  thy  foothing  fancies  dwell, 
 
 Pureft  tempers  they  deprave  : 
 He,  to  whom  I  fly,  from  thee 
 Jesus  Christ  mail  fet  me  free. 
 
 2  Never  may  my  wandering  mind 
 
 Follow  after  fleeting  toys, 
 Since  in  God  alone  I  rind  \ 
 
 Solid  and  fubftantiai  joys : 
 Joys  that  never  overpaft, 
 Through  eternity  fhall  laft. 
 
 '       HYMN         CXXV  I. 
 
 BJeJfed  are  they  that  mourn.     Matt.  v.  4. 
 
 G 
 
 RACIOUS  foul,  to  whom  are  given 
 Holy  hungerings  after  heaven, 
 
 Reftlefs 
 
(<    M7     ) 
 
 RefHefs  breathings,  earneft  moans, 
 Deep,  unutterable  groans, 
 Agonies   of  ftrong  defire, 
 Love's  fupprefl,  unconfcious  fire. 
 
 Turn  again  to  God  thy  reft, 
 Jefus  hath  pronounc'd  thee  bleft  : 
 Humbly  to  thy  Jefus  turn 
 Comforter  of  all  that  mourn  : 
 Happy  mourner,  hear,  and  fee, 
 Claim  the  promife  made  to  thee. 
 
 Lift  to  him  thy  weeping  eye, 
 Heaven  behind  the  cloud  defcry  : 
 If  with  Chrift.  thou  fuffer  here, 
 When  his  glory  fhall  appear, 
 Chrift.  his  fuffering  fon  mail  own ; 
 Thine  the  crofs,  and  thine  the  crown. 
 
 Juft.  through  him  behold  thy  way 
 Shining  to  the  perfecl  day  : 
 Dying  thus  to  all  beneath, 
 Fafhion'd  to  the  Saviour's  death, 
 Him  the  refurrection  prove, 
 Rais'd  to  all  the  life  of  love. 
 
 hymn      cxxvu. 
 
 i  XT  THAT  if  here  a  while  thou  grieve, 
 VV     God  fliall  endlefs  comfort  give: 
 Sorrow  may  a  night  endure, 
 Joy  returns  as  day-light  fure  : 
 Praife  fhall  then  thy  life  employ  : 
 Sow  in  tears,  and  reap  in  joy. 
 
 L  3  2  Doth 
 
(      123     ) 
 
 Doth  thy  Lord  prolong  his  flay  .: 
 Mercy  wills  the  kind  delay  : 
 Hides  he  itill  his  lovely  face  ? 
 Lo  !   he  waits  to  ihew  his  grace  : 
 Seems  he  abfent  from  thy  heart  ? 
 He  will  come,  and  ne'er  depart. 
 
 Gently  will  he  lead  the  weak, 
 Bruiled  reeds  he  ne'er  will  break  ; 
 Touch  d  with  fympathizing  care, 
 Thee  he  in  his  arms  (hall  bear  ; 
 Blefs  with  late  but  lailing  peace, 
 Fill  with  all  his  righteoufnefs. 
 
 Couldft  thou  the  Redeemer  fee, 
 
 How  his  bowels  yearn  on  thee  1 
 
 How  he  marks  with  pitying  eye, 
 
 Hears  his  new-born  children  cry, 
 
 Bears  what  every  member  bears, 
 
 Groans  their  groans,  and  weeps  their  tears ! 
 
 H  Y  h  n      cxxvm. 
 
 \    T?EEBLY  then  thy  hands  lift  up, 
 X*    Hope,  amid  ft  difpairing  hope  : 
 Stand  beneath  thy  load  of  grief, 
 Stagger  not  through  unbelief; 
 Make  thy  own  election  fure, 
 Faithful  to  the  end  endure. 
 
 2  God,  to  keep  thee  fafe  from  harms, 
 Spreads  his  everlafting  arms, 
 
 Feeds 
 
(     **9     ) 
 
 Feeds  with  fecret  ftrength  divine, 
 Waits  to  whifper,  "  thou  art  mine  !  " 
 His  that  thou  may'ft  ever  be, 
 He  will  mew  himfelf  to  thee. 
 
 Meekly  then  perfift  to  mourn, 
 
 He  has  promis'd  to  return  : 
 
 Call  on  him,  he  hears  thy  cry  ; 
 
 Soon  he  will,  he  muft  draw  nigh  ; 
 
 This  the  hope,  which  nought  can  move, 
 
 God  is  truth,  and  God  is  love  ! 
 
 hymn     cxxix. 
 
 i      T  TOW  happy  is  the  man, 
 jfjL     Who  fees  his  mifery, 
 Who  ever  feels  his  nature's  chain, 
 Xor  murmurs  to  be  free. 
 
 z     Who  waits  in  patient  hope, 
 And  languishing  for  home, 
 With  cheerful  confidence  looks  up, 
 And  fays,  my  Lord  will  come. 
 
 3  He  neither  hopes  nor  fears 
 Evil  or  good  below, 
 
 But  fighs  for  God,  and  lets  his  tears 
 In  fecret  filence  flow. 
 
 4  Oh  that  I  thus  refign'd 
 Might  bear  my  nature's  load  ! 
 
 Oh  that  in  me  were  fuch  a  mind 
 To  leave  the  whole  to  God  1 
 
 5  With 
 
(      '30     ) 
 
 With  him  to  truft  my  caufe, 
 And  quietly  endure, 
 Till  he  remove  the  hallow'd  crofs, 
 And  all  my  ficknefs  cure  1 
 
 6  I  would  (but  thou  canft  tell) 
 I  would  be  humble,  Lord, 
 
 My  burden  every  moment  feel, 
 And  tremble  at  thy  word. 
 
 7  I  would  be  ftripp'd  of  all, 
 And  calmly  wait  thy  ftay ; 
 
 Poor  at  thy  feet,  and  helplefs  fall, 
 And  weep  my  life  away. 
 
 8  I  would  be  truly  ftill, 
 Nor  fet  a  time  to  thee, 
 
 But  aft  according  to  thy  will, 
 And  fpeak,  and  think,  and  be. 
 
 9  I  would  with  thee  be  one, 
 And  till  the  grace  is  given, 
 
 Jnceffant  pray,  Thy  will  be  done 
 In  earth,  as  'tis  in  heaven. 
 
 hymn       cxxx. 
 
 IS  there  no  balm  of  love 
 Within  thy  bofom  found, 
 My  anguifh  to  remove, 
 
 And  heal  my  fpirit's  wound  ? 
 Or,  wilt  thou,  Lord,  my  cure  difclaim, 
 Who  need  of  healing' have  ? 
 
 Becaufc 
 
(     "3>     ) 
 
 Becarufe  the  fmner's  chief  I  am 
 Wilt  thou  refufe  to  fave  ? 
 
 Moft  helplefs  is  my  foul 
 
 Of  all  the  fin-fick  race  ; 
 Thou  therefore  make  it  whole, 
 
 In  honour  of  thy  grace  : 
 More  honour  will  thy  grace  receive 
 
 By  freely  pard'ning  me, 
 Than  if  ten  thoufand  finnerslive 
 
 Converted  all  to  thee. 
 
 Come  then  and  mew  thy  art, 
 
 Phyiician  moil  divine, 
 Bind  up  my  broken  heart, 
 
 Pour  in  thy  oil  and  wine  ; 
 Into  my  heart  the  Spirit  pour 
 
 Of  love,  and  joy,  and  peace ; 
 To  perfect  health  my  foul  reftore, 
 
 To  perfecl  hoiinefs. 
 
 hymn     cxxxi. 
 
 JESUS,  thou  all-redeeming  Lord, 
 Who  preacheft  ftill  the  gofpel-word, 
 In  thefe  thy  Spirit's  days ; 
 My  helplefs  foul  with  pity  fee, 
 And  fet  me  now  at  liberty, 
 By  juflifying  grace. 
 
 Where  two  or  three  thy  prefence  claim, 
 Affembled  in  thy  faving  name, 
 
 Thy  faving  power  is  near  : 
 Sure  as  thou  art  in  heaven  above, 
 
 Thou 
 
(     132     ) 
 
 Thou  in  the  Spirit  of  thy  love, 
 And  God  in  thee  is  here. 
 
 Myfelf  alas !  I  cannot  raife, 
 
 Or  lift  my  heart  in  prayer  and  praife, 
 
 Or  rectify  my  will ; 
 I  own,  cut  off  from  human  hope, 
 To  lift  a  fallen  fpirit  up, 
 
 With  man  impofTible. 
 
 But  Oh !  thou  feeft  my  defperate  cafe, 
 Pronounce  the  word  of  pardoning  grace, 
 
 And  call  me,  Lord,  to  thee  ; 
 Infpeak  the  power  into  my  heart, 
 And  fay  this  moment,  loos'd  thou  art 
 
 From  thy  infirmity. 
 
 hymn       cxxxn. 
 
 LAY  but  thy  hand  upon  my  foul, 
 And  inilaiitaneouily  made  whole, 
 My  foul  by  faith  mall  rife  ; 
 Shall  rife  by  faith  and  upright  ftand, 
 And  anfwer  all  thy  juft  command, 
 In  all  it's  faculties. 
 
 Strait  as  the  rule,  the  written  word, 
 My  foul  in  righteoufnefs  reftor'd, 
 
 Thy  image  fhall  retrieve, 
 That  ancient  rectitude  divine  ; 
 And  in  a  land  of  darknefs  fhine, 
 
 And  to  thy  glory  live. 
 
 Thine,  Jefus,  thine  alone  I  am  ; 
 And  ought  I  not  my  Lord  to  claim, 
 With  all  thy  righteoufnefs  ? 
 
(     "33     ) 
 
 I  ought,  I  do  thy  love  receive, 
 Arid  now  thou  doft  my  fins  forgive. 
 And  bid  my  bondage  ceafe. 
 
 The  fabbath  of  my  foul  I  fee, 
 The  day  of  gofpel-liberty, 
 
 No  more  inthrall'd,  oppreft; 
 And  lo  !  in  holinefs  I  rife, 
 To  claim  the  reft  of  paradife, 
 
 And  heaven's  eternal  reft  I 
 
 HYMN        CXXX1II. 
 
 Daniel  ix. 
 
 i      /""\  God,  the  great,  the  fearful  God, 
 V^/     To  thee  we  humbly  fue  for  peace, 
 Groaning  beneath  a  nation's  load, 
 
 And  crufh'd  by  our  own  wickednefs; 
 Our  guilt  we  tremble  to  declare, 
 And  pour  out  our  fad  fouls  in  prayer. 
 
 2  Thee  we  revere,  the  faithful  Lord, 
 
 Keeping  the  cov'nant  of  thy  grace, 
 True  to  thy  everlafting  word, 
 
 Loving  to  all  who  feek  thy  face  ; 
 And  keep  thy  kind  commands,  and  prove 
 Their  faith  by  their  obedient  love. 
 
 3  But  we  have  only  evil  wrought, 
 
 Have  done  to  our  good  God  defpite, 
 Rebellious  with  our  Maker  fought, 
 And  finn'd  againft  the  gofpel-light ; 
 
 Departed 
 
(     15+     1 
 
 Departed  from  his  righteous  ways* 
 And  fallen,  fallen  from  his  grace. 
 
 But  Oh,  forgiveneiTes  are  thine, 
 Far  above  all  our  hearts  conceive  ; 
 
 The  glorious  property  divine 
 Is  ftill  to  pity  and  forgive  ; . 
 
 With  thee  is  full  redemption  found, 
 
 And  grace  doth  more  than  fin  abound. 
 
 O  Lord,  according  to  thy  love, 
 
 Thy  utmoft  power  of  love  we  pray, 
 
 Thy  anger  and  thy  plague  remove  ; 
 Turn  from  JerufaUm  away 
 
 The  curfe  and  punifhment  we  feel, 
 Thouknow'ft  we  are  thy  people  ftill. 
 
 h  y  ■  H      cxxxiv. 
 
 NOW,  Lor  d,  acknowledge  us  for  thine, 
 Regard  thy  humbled  fervant's  prayer, 
 And  caufe  on  us  thy  face  to  mine, 
 The  ruins  of  thy  church  repair ! 
 Oh  for  the  fake  of  Chrift,  the  Lord, 
 Let  all  our  fouls  be  now  reftor'd. 
 
 2     My  God,  incline  thy  ear  and  hear, 
 Open  thy  eyes  our  waftes  to  fee, 
 •.  Thy  fallen,  defolate  Sion  cheer, 
 The  city  which  is  nam'd  by  thee, 
 Nor  for  our  cry  the  grace  be  mown, 
 But.hear,  in  Je'fus  hear  thy  own. 
 
 AH 
 
(     135     » 
 
 3  All  our  defer t  we  own  is  hell, 
 
 But  fpare  us  for  thy  mercy's  fake, 
 We  humbly  to  thy  grace  appeal, 
 
 And  Jefu's  wounds  our  refuge  make ; 
 Oh  let  us  all  thy  mercy  prove, 
 The  riches  of  thy  pardoning  love. 
 
 4  O  Lord,  attend,  O  Lord,  forgive, 
 
 O  Lord,  regard  our  prayer,  and  do : 
 Haft-en,  my  God,  and  bid  us  live, 
 
 The  fulnefs  of  thy  mercy  fhew  : 
 The  city,  and  thy  people  own, 
 And  perfect  all  our  fouls  in  one. 
 
 H  Y  M   R         CXXXV. 
 
 i   TT7H0  is  the  trembling  finner,  who 
 VV       That  owns  eternal  death  his  due, 
 Waiting  his  fearful  doom  to  feel, 
 And  hanging  o'er  the  mouth  of  hell ! 
 
 2  Peace,  troubled  foul,  thou  need'ft  not  fear, 
 Thy  Jefus  cries,  Be  of  good  cheer: 
 Only  on  Jefu's  blood  r 
 He  died,  that  thou  might'ft  never  die. 
 
 exx: 
 
 A 
 
 Guilty  foul,  by  fin  oppreit, 
 t  Weary  of  wandering  after  reft, 
 Wretched,  and  bare,  and  poor,  and  blind, 
 I  now  my  want  of  all  things  find. 
 
 M  2  All 
 
<     136    ) 
 
 2  All  things  I  want,  but  one  is  nigh, 
 My  want  of  all  things  to  fupply  ; 
 Pardon,  and  peace,  and  liberty, 
 Jefus,  I  all  things  have  in  thee. 
 
 hymn     cxxxvu. 
 
 Waiting  for  Redemption. 
 
 i  T  Am  not  worthy,  Lord,  that  thou 
 J.  To  fuch  an  abjett  worm  mould 'ft  bow, 
 
 Or  enter  my  poor  foul  : 
 But  only  fpeak  the  gracious  word, 
 And  I  mail  be  at  once  reftor'd, 
 
 And  perfectly  made  whole. 
 
 2  A  begging  Bartimeus  I, 
 
 Naked,  and  blind,  for  mercy  cry, 
 
 If  mercy  is- for  me  ; 
 Jefus,  thou  Son  of  David,  hear, 
 Stand  ftill,  and  call,  and  draw  me  near, 
 
 And  bid  the  finner  fee. 
 
 ^  A  leper  at  thy  feet  I  fall ; 
 
 And  ftill  for  mercy,  mercy  call, 
 
 Till  I  am  purg'd  from  fin  ; 
 With  pity  fee  my  defperate  cafe, 
 And  Oh  !  put  forth  thy  hand  of  grace, 
 
 And  touch  my  nature  clean. 
 
 4  Borne  by  the  prayer  of  faith  I  lie  ; 
 And  long  to  meet  thy  pitying  eye, 
 
 And  feebly  gafp  to  heaven  : 
 Oh  make  in  me  thy  power  appear, 
 And  anfwer,  Son,  be  of  good  cheer, 
 
 Thy  fms  are  all  foi  given. 
 
 50 
 
(     137     ) 
 
 5  O  Son  of  Man,  thy  power  make  known, 
 That  all  with  me  may  gladly  own, 
 
 Thou  canft  on  earth  forgive, 
 Bid  me  take  up  my  bed,  and  go, 
 Caufe  me  to  walk  with  thee  below, 
 
 And  then  to  heaven  receive. 
 
 HYMN         CXXXVIII. 
 
 1  /"X   Saviour,  caft  a  pitying  eye, 
 \J   A  finner  at  thy  feet  I  lie, 
 
 And  will  not  hence  depart 
 Till  thou  regard  my  ceafelefs  moan  ; 
 Oh  fpeak,  and  take  away  the  ftone, 
 
 The  unbelieving  heart. 
 
 2  Till  thou  the  mountain-load  remove 
 I  groan  beneath  my  want  of  love> 
 
 Oh  hear  my  bitter  cry  :    • 
 Without  thy  love  I  cannot  live, 
 Give  Jefus,  Friend  of  Tinners,  give 
 
 Me  love,  or  elfe  I  die. 
 
 3  Doft  thou  not  all  my  fufferings  know, 
 Doft  thou  not  fee  my  eyes  o'erflow, 
 
 My  labouring  bofom  move  ? 
 Why  do  I  all  this  burden  bear  ? 
 Need  I  to  thee  the  caufe  declare  ? 
 
 Thou  know'ft  I  cannot  love. 
 
 4  Thou  then,  O  God,  thy  hand  lay  to, 
 And  let  me  all  the  means  look  through, 
 
 M  2  And 
 
(     i3»     ) 
 
 And  truft  to  thee  alone; 
 To  thee  alone  for  all  things  truft, 
 And  fay  to  thee,  Who  fav'ft  the  loft, 
 
 Thy  only  will  be  done. 
 
 hymn     cxxxix". 
 Lord,  fave  us;  nve  perijb.     Matt.  viii.    25. 
 
 1  jT^  OD  of  my  falvation,  hear 
 X_J     In  this  my  time  of  need ; 
 See  the  day  of  battle  near, 
 
 And  fkreen  my  naked  head  ; 
 Send  me  fuccour  from  on  high, 
 
 And  hide  me  till  the  ftorm  is  o'er; 
 Save  me,  fave  me,  or  I  die, 
 
 I  fall  to  rife  no  more. 
 
 2  Thou  haft  oft  my  refuge  been, 
 
 And  thou  art  ftill  the  fame  ; 
 Snatch  me  from  the  jaws  of  fin, 
 
 Oh  quench  the  violent  flame  ; 
 Bring  the  great  falvation  nigh, 
 
 Stir  up  thy  interpofing  power  ; 
 Save  me,  fave  me,  or  I  die, 
 
 I  fall  to  rife  no  more. 
 
 3  Help  on  thee,  thou  mighty  One, 
 
 For  all  mankind  is  laid  ; 
 Let  it  now  on  me  be  fhown, 
 
 Be  thou  my  prefent  aid, 
 Oh  come  quickly,  and  ftand  by 
 
 My  foul  throughout  the  trying  hour; 
 Save  me,  fave  me,  or  I  die, 
 
 I  fall  to  rife  no  more. 
 
 4  Help 
 
(     139    ) 
 
 4  Help  me  now,  but  let  me  null 
 
 My  want  of  help  confefs ; 
 Hang  upon  thy  arm,  and  feel 
 
 My  utter  helplefsnefs ; 
 Only  this  be  all  my  cry, 
 
 Till  thou  my  ruin'd  foul  reftore 
 Save  me,  fave  me,  or  I  die, 
 
 I  fall  to  rife  no  more. 
 
 HYMN        CXL. 
 
 The  Multitude  fought  to  touch  him.  Luke  VI.  1 9. 
 
 1    f>  OD  arife,  thou  jealous  God, 
 VJT    An<i  a11  tnv  f°es  fubdue; 
 Claim  the  purchafe  of  thy  blood, 
 
 Create  my  foul  anew  ; 
 Let  it  now  no  longer  rove, 
 
 Now  let  me  tafte  how  good  thou  art : 
 Touch  me,  Jefus,  with  thy  love, 
 
 And  juftify  my  heart* 
 
 3   Saviour,  purify  my  foul, 
 
 As  thou  my  God  art  pure, 
 Make  my  wounded  fpirit  whole, 
 
 And  all  my  ficknefs  cure  ; 
 From  thee  never  let  me  move, 
 
 Thou  my  fufficient  portion  art : 
 Touch  me,  Jefus,  with  thy  love, 
 
 And  fanctify  my  heart. 
 
 4.  From  all  Mlthinefs  of  fleih, 
 And  fpirit  make  me  clean  ; 
 Stamp  thy  image,  Lord,  afrefh, 
 And  purge  me  from  all  fin  j 
 
 M  z  Thee 
 
(     Ho     ) 
 
 Thee,  my  God,  my  All  I  prove, 
 Ah  !   never  more  from  me  depart 
 
 Fill,  O  Jems,  with  thy  love, 
 My  vindicated  heart. 
 
 HYMN        CXLI. 
 
 i  /*""T"M-iOU  feeft  my  heart's  defire, 
 JL      Lord,  unto  thee  is  bent  : 
 Still  does  my  longing  foul  afpire 
 To  an  entire  confent. 
 
 2  Not  even  a  work  or  look 
 Do  I  approve  or  own, 
 
 But  by  the  model  of  thy  book, 
 Thy  facred  book  alone. 
 
 3  Although  I  fail,  I  weep  ; 
 Although  I  halt  in  pace, 
 
 Yet  ftill  with  tremb:Lig  fteps  I  creep 
 Unto  the  throne  of  grace. 
 
 4  Oh  then  let  wrath  remove  : 
 For  love  will  do  the  deed  ! 
 
 Love  will  the  conqueft  gain  ;  with  love 
 Ev'n  ftony  hearts  will  bleed. 
 
 5  For  love  is  fwift  of  foot  ; 
 Love  is  a  man  of  war  ; 
 
 Love  can  refifllefs  arrows  moot, 
 And  hit  the  mark  from  far. 
 
 6  Who 
 
(     H'     ) 
 
 Who  can  efcape  his  bow  ? 
 That  which  hath  wrought  on  thee, 
 Which  brought  the  King  of  glory  low, 
 Muft  furely  work  on  me. 
 
 HYMN        CXLII. 
 
 Pfalm  lv.  6. 
 
 i    /"\H  that  I  had  the  filver  wings 
 Vy     Of  the  mild,  holy  Dove, 
 To  bear  me  far  from  earthly  things, 
 And  every  creature  love. 
 
 2  Then  would  I  fwiftly  fly  away 
 
 To  Chrift,  and  be  at  reft  ; 
 O'l  him  my  fluttering  fpirit  ftay, 
 And  hide  me  in  his  breaft. 
 
 3  Jefus,  my  hiding-place,  to  thee 
 
 I  know  not  how  to -fly, 
 Long  have  I  ftruggled  to  be  free, 
 Nor  found  deliverance  nigh. 
 
 4  Full  oft  in  faultlefs,  fond  defire 
 
 I  to  the  defert  ran, 
 But  could  not  from  myfelf  retire, 
 Or  'fcape  the  inner  man. 
 
 5  I  took  the  morning's  wings  and  fled 
 
 For  reft  to  worlds  unknown  ; 
 
 Sin  found  me  in  the  fecret  fhade, 
 
 And  claim 'd  me  for  his  own. 
 
 6   O 
 
(     142     ) 
 
 6  Oh  who  fhall  bid  this  felf  depart, 
 
 This  world  of  fin  exclude? 
 Empty  and  make  my  peaceful  heart 
 An  holy  folitude  ? 
 
 7  A  vile  unworthy  worm,  my  eyes 
 
 I  dare  not  lift  to  heaven, 
 Let  him,  who  fees  me  from  the  fkies 
 Speak  if  I  am  forgiven. 
 
 HYMN        CXLIII. 
 
 C COMFORT,  ye  minifters  of  grace, 
 jt     Comfort  my  people,  faith  our  God  I 
 Ye  foon  fhall  fee  his  fmiling  face, 
 His  golden  fceptre,  not  his  rod  ; 
 And  own,  when  now  the  cloud's  remov'd, 
 He  only  chaften'd  whom  he  loved. 
 
 Who  fow  in  tears,  in  joy. fhall  reap, 
 
 The  Lord  mail  comfort  thofe  that  mourn, 
 Who  now  go  on  our  way  and  weep, 
 
 With  joy  we  doubtlefs  fhall  return  ; 
 And  bring  our  fheaves  v/ith  vaft  increafe, 
 And  have  our  fruit  to  holinefs. 
 
 Then  let  us  patiently  attend, 
 
 And  v/ait  the  leifure  of  our  Lord, 
 
 Surely  we  all  fhall  in  the  end 
 Experience  his  abiding  word  : 
 
 Shall  all  his  gracious  power  declare, 
 
 And  fruit  unto  perfection  bear. 
 
 hymn 
 
(     >43     ) 
 
 HYMN         CXLIV. 
 
 In  Temptation. 
 
 JESUS,  hear  a  Tinner's  prayer, 
 Lo  !  I  flee  Unto  thee, 
 Call  on  thee  my  care. 
 
 If,  O  Lord,  I  have  found  favour 
 
 In  thy  fight,  Be  my  might, 
 Be  my  loving  Saviour. 
 
 To  my  foul  in  fore  temptation 
 
 Let  thy  aid  Be  convey'd, 
 Shew  me  thy  falvation. 
 
 Chrift  the  tempted,  hear  my  crying, 
 
 Sinner's  friend,  Succour  fend, 
 See  my  foul  is  dying. 
 
 Lord,  I  cannot  ceafe  from  finning 
 
 Till  thou  art  In  my  heart 
 Ending  as  beginning. 
 
 Jefus,  for  thy  love  I  languiih, 
 
 Only  love  Can  remove 
 All  my  grief  and  anguifh. 
 
 I  ihall  all  in  thee  inherit, 
 
 Thirft  no  more,  If  thou  pour. 
 Into  me  thy  Spirit. 
 
 Jefa's  love  than  fin  is  ftronger  ; 
 
 When  I  prove  Jefu's  love 
 I  ihall  fin  no  longer. 
 
 9  Faithful 
 
(     144    ) 
 
 9  Faithful  to  thy  fpirit's  leading, 
 
 I  mall  reft    On  thy  breaft, 
 Find  my  long-foughf  Eden. 
 
 10  Neither  life  nor  death  mall  fever  j 
 
 When  thou  art  In  my  heart 
 Thou  art  there  for  ever. 
 
 HYMN         CXLV. 
 
 In  Ajjlidion. 
 
 i      A   ND  mall  I,  Lord,  the  cup  decline, 
 jTjL  So  wifely  mixt  by  love  divine, 
 
 And  tafted  firft  by  thee  ? 
 The  bitter  draught  thou  drankeft  up, 
 And  but  this  Angle  facred  drop 
 
 Hall  thou  refer v'd  for  me. 
 
 2  Lo  !  I  receive  it  at  thy  hand, 
 
 And  bear  by  thy  benign  command  - 
 
 The  falutary  pain ; 
 With  thee  to  live  I  gladly  die, 
 And  fuffer  here,  above  the  fky 
 
 With  my  dear  Lord  to  reign. 
 
 3  Here  only  can  I  fhew  my  love, 
 
 By  fufFering  my  obedience  prove  ; 
 
 But  when  thy  heaven  I  mare, 
 I  cannot  mourn  for  Jefu's  fake, 
 I  cannot  there  thy  cup  partake, 
 
 I  cannot  fuffer  there. 
 
 4  Full  gladly  then  for  thee  I  grieve, 
 The  honour  of  thy  crofs  receive 
 
 And 
 
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 And  blefs  the  happy  load  ; 
 Who  would  not  in  thy  footfteps  tread, 
 Who  would  not  bow  with  thee  his  head, 
 
 And  fympathize  with  God  ! 
 
 HYMN        CXLVI. 
 
 i    TESUS,  thy  fovereign  name  I  blefs  ! 
 J    Sorrow  is  joy  and  pain  is  eafe 
 
 To  thofe  that  truft  in  thee  ; 
 All  things  together  work  for  good 
 To  me  the  purchafe  of  thy  blood, 
 The  much-lov'd  finner  me. 
 
 2  With  thee,  O  Chrift,  on  earth  I  reign 
 In  all  the  awful  pomp  of  pain  ; 
 
 But  fend  me  piercing  eyes 
 The  eternal  things  unfeen  to  fee, 
 The  crown  of  life  referv'd  for  me, 
 
 And  glittering  through  the  fkies. 
 
 3  As  fure  as  now  thy  crofs  I  bear, 
 
 I  mail  thy  heavenly  kingdom  fhare, 
 
 And  take  my  feat  above  ; 
 Celeftial  joy  is  in  this  pain  ; 
 It  tells  me,  I  with  joy  fhall  reign 
 
 In  everlafting  love. 
 
 4  The  more  my  fufferings  here  increafe 
 The  greater  is  my  future  blifs  ; 
 
 And  thou  my  griefs  doft  tell  : 
 They  in  thy  book  are  noted  down  ; 
 A  jewel  added  to  my  crown 
 
 Is  every  pain  I  feel. 
 
 3  So 
 
(     H6    ) 
 
 So  be  it  then,  if  thou  ordain, 
 Croud  all  my  happy  life  with  pain, 
 
 And  let  me  daily  die  : 
 I  bow,  and  blefs  the  facredfign, 
 And  bear  the  crofs  by  grace  divine, 
 
 Which  lifts  me  to  the  Iky. 
 
 HYMN        c XL VI  I. 
 
 1  /^V  BEDIENT  to  the  voice  of  God, 
 \^JF     I  foon  fhall  quit  this  earthly  clod> 
 
 Shall  lay  my  body  down  ; 
 The  immortal  principle  afpires, 
 And  fwells  my  foul  with  ftrong  defires 
 
 To  grafp  the  Harry  crown. 
 
 2  The  more  the  outward  man  decays, 
 The  inner  feels  thy  ftrengthening  grace, 
 
 And  knows  that  thou  art  mine  : 
 Partaker  of  my  glorious  hope, 
 There  mall  I  after  thee  wake  up, 
 
 Shall  in  thy  image  fiiine, 
 
 3  Thou  wilt  not  leave  thy  work  undone, 
 But  finifli  what  thou  hail  begun, 
 
 Before  I  hence  remove  ; 
 Oh  make  me,  Saviour,  as  thou  art, 
 Koly,  and  meek,  and  pare  in  heart, 
 
 And  perfected  in  love. 
 
 4  Thou  wilt  cut  fhort  thy  work  of  grace, 
 And  perfect  in  a  babe  thy  praife, 
 
 And  flrength  for  me  ordain, 
 
 Thy 
 
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 Thy  blood  mall  make  me  throughly  clean, 
 And  not  one  fpot  of  inbred  fin 
 Shall  in  my  flefh  remain. 
 
 Dear  Lamb,  if  thou  for  me  couldft  die, 
 Thy  love  fhall  wholly  fanttify, 
 
 Thy  love  fhall  feal  me  thine  ; 
 Thou  wilt  from  me  no  more  depart, 
 My  all  in  life  and  death  thou  art, 
 
 Thou  art  for  ever  mine. 
 
 HYMN        CXLVIII. 
 
 i   T  N  humble  faith  on  thee  I  call, 
 
 J[   Saviour,  and  fovereign  Lord  of  all, 
 
 My  Brother  and  my  Friend  : 
 Lead  me  my  few  remaining  days, 
 And  flnifli  thy  great  work  of  grace, 
 
 And  love  me  to  the  end. 
 
 2  Till  I  from  all  my  fins  am  freed, 
 Oh  may  I  lean  my  languid  head 
 
 On  thy  dear  loving  breaft  : 
 Thou,  Jefus,  catch  my  parting  breath, 
 And  let  me  fmoothly  glide  through  death 
 
 To  my  eternal  reft. 
 
 3  Saviour,  bring  near  the  joyful  hour, 
 The  fulnefs  of  thy  fpirit  pour  ; 
 
 And  while  I  here  remain, 
 Chrift  let  it  be  that  lives,  not  I ; 
 Or  now,  permit  me  now  to  die  ; 
 
 To  die  is  greater!:  gain. 
 
 N  4-  Come 
 
(     H*     ) 
 
 Come  then,  my  health,  my  hope,  my  home, 
 My  love,  my  life  eternal  come, 
 
 Me  to  thyfelf  receive ; 
 Soul,  flefh,  and  fpirit  fan&ify, 
 And  bid  me  live  in  thee  to  die, 
 
 And  die  in  thee  to  live. 
 
 HYMN       CXLIX. 
 
 1  /~\UT  of  myfelf  for  help  I  go, 
 \J  Thy  only  love  refolv'd  to  know, 
 
 Thy  love  my  plea  I  make  ; 
 Give  me  thy  love  ;  'tis  all  I  claim  ; 
 Give  for  the  honour  of  thy  name, 
 
 Give  for  thy  mercy's  fake. 
 
 2  Canft  thou  deny  thy  love  to  me  ? 
 Say,  thou  incarnate  Deity, 
 
 Thou  Man  of  forrows  fay  : 
 Thy  glory  why  didft  thou  infhrine, 
 In  fuch  a  clod  of  earth  as  mine, 
 
 And  wrap  thee  in  my  clay  ? 
 
 3  Ancient  of  days,  why  didft.  thou  come, 
 And  ftoop  to  a  poor  virgin's  womb, 
 
 Contracted  to  a  fpan  ? 
 Flefh  of  our  flefh  why  waft  thou  made  ? 
 And  humbly  in  a  manger  laid, 
 
 The  new-born  fon  of  man  ? 
 
 4  Why  didft  thou  in  this  vale  of  tears, 
 For  more  than  thirty  mournful  years, 
 
 A  life 
 
(     H9     ) 
 
 A  life  of  fuffering  lead  ? 
 Why  did  thy  eyes  with  tears  o'erflow  ? 
 Why  wouldft  thou  chufe  to  want  below 
 
 A  place  to  lay  thy  head  ? 
 
 H  Y   II  N        CL. 
 
 For   the   Tempted, 
 
 i    "71  yfEEK,  patient,  Son  of  God  and  man, 
 1VJL   With  us  in  our  temptations  flay  ; 
 Our  fainting,  feeble  minds  fuftain, 
 
 And  keep  throughout  the  evil  day ; 
 The  evil  day  of  doubts  and  fears, 
 And  fightings,  till  thy  face  appears. 
 
 2  We  have  not  an  High-Prieft  in  thee 
 
 Wrho  cannot  our  afflictions  feel  1 
 The  tempted  foul's  infirmity 
 
 With  kind  concern  affects  thee  frill  ; 
 Touch'd  with  our  every  grief  thou  art, 
 And  bleeds  for  us  thy  pitying  heart. 
 
 3  Us,  and  our  brethren  in  diftrefs, 
 
 Patent  within  thy  kingdom  keep  ; 
 Sure  all  thy  fulnefs  to  pofTefs, 
 
 Our  harveit  in  the  end  to  reap ; 
 Thy  finlefs  nature  to  retrieve, 
 And  glorious  in  thy  image  live. 
 
 HYMN         CLI. 
 
 Lam.  iii.  I.     Sol.  Song  iii.  3,  4. 
 
 1 
 
 I  am  the  man  that  have  known 
 ,  Diftrefs  by  the  ftroke  of  his  rod  ; 
 
 N  2  And 
 
(     '5°    ) 
 
 And  ftill  through  the  anguifh  I  groan, 
 And  long  for  the  prefence  of  God  : 
 
 The  happy  in  Jefus  may  fleep  ; 
 But  Oh  !   'till  in  me  he  appears, 
 
 Be  this  my  employment  to  weep, 
 And  water  my  couch  with  my  tears. 
 
 2  Or  rather,  if  any  are  nigh 
 
 Forlorn  and  affli&ed  like  me, 
 All  night  let  us  lift  up  our  cry, 
 
 And  mourn  his  appearing  to  fee  : 
 (As  watchmen  expecting  the  morn) 
 
 Look  out  for  the  light  of  his  face, 
 And  wait  for  his  mercy's  return, 
 
 And  long  to  recover  his  grace. 
 
 3  Ye  watchmen  of  Ifrael,  declare 
 
 If  ye  our  Beloved  have  feen, 
 And  point  to  that  heavenly  Fair, 
 
 Surpafling  the  children  of  men  : 
 Our  Lover  and  Lord  from  above, 
 
 Who  only  can  quiet  our  pain, 
 Whom  only  we  languifh  to  love, 
 
 Oh  where  mail  we  find  him  again. 
 
 4  The  joy  and  defire  of  our  eyes, 
 
 The  end  of  our  forrow  and  woe, 
 Our  hope,  and  our  heavenly  prize, 
 
 Our  height  of  ambition  below  ; 
 Once  more,  if  he  fhew  us  his  face, 
 
 He  never  again  mail  depart, 
 Detain'd  in  our  clofeft  embrace, 
 
 Eternally  held  in  our  heart. 
 
 H  Y  M  N 
 
(    is«    ) 
 
 HYMN  C  L  II . 
 
 Who  in  the  days  of ,  13 c.      Heb.  v.  7,  8. 
 
 1  f  A  ^HOU  man  of  griefs,   remember  me ! 
 
 X    Thou,   Jefus,  never  canft  forget 
 Thy  laft  myfterious  agony, 
 
 Thy  fainting  pangs,  and  bloody  fweat ! 
 
 2  When,  wreftiing  in  the  ftrength  of  prayer. 
 
 Thy  fpirit  funk  beneath  it's  load  ; 
 Thy  feeble  flefh  abhorr'd  to  bear 
 The  wrath  of  an  almighty  God. 
 
 3  Father,  if  I  may  call  thee  {o, 
 
 Regard  my  fearful  heart's  defire  ! 
 Remove  this  load  of  guilty  woe, 
 Nor  let  me  in  my  fins  expire. 
 
 4.  I  tremble,  left  the  wrath  divine, 
 
 Which  bruifes  now  my  wretched  foul, 
 Should  bruife  this  wretched  foul  of  mine 
 Long  as  eternal  ages  roll. 
 
 5  To  thee  my  laft  diftrefs  I  bring  ! 
 
 The  heighten'd  fear  of  death  I  find  : 
 The  tyrant  brandifhing  his  fting 
 Appears,  and  hell  is  clofe  behind. 
 
 6  I  deprecate  that  death  alone, 
 
 That  endlefs  banifhment  from  thee  : 
 Oh  fave,  and  give  me  to  thy  Son, 
 Who  trembled,  wept,  and  bled  for  me. 
 
 N    3  HYMN 
 
(  II*  ) 
 
 HYMN        C  L  1  I  I . 
 
 My  Soul  is  exceeding  for roivful.     Matt.  xxvi.   38. 
 
 1  'HT^HE  man  of  forrow  now 
 
 X      Thou  doft  indeed  appear, 
 Beneath  my  guilty  burden  bow, 
 And  tremble  with  my  fear. 
 
 2  Thy  pain  is  my  relief, 
 And  doth  my  load  remove, 
 
 For  Oh,  if  all  thy  foul  is  grief, 
 Yet  all  thy  heart  is  love. 
 
 HYMN        CLIV. 
 
 He  fell  on  his  face  and  prayed.      Matt.  XX vi.   39. 
 
 1  II /HAT  poflure  mould  I  ufe,  who  fee 
 
 VV       The  proftrate  Son  of  God 
 In  tears,  in  mortal  agony, 
 And  bath'd  in  his  own  blood  ? 
 
 2  A  fcnfe  of  Jefu's  grief  unknown, 
 
 Father,  to  me  impart, 
 And  hear  his  humble  Spirit  groan 
 In  my  poor  broken  heart. 
 
 HYMN        CLV. 
 
 By  thy  fa/ling,    and  temptation  ;    by  thy   agony ,  and 
 bloody  fweaty  &c.     Litany. 
 
 3    TJ  Y  thy  farting  and  temptation 
 JO     Mortify  our  vain  defires, 
 
 Take 
 
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 Take  away  what  finful  pafllon, 
 Appetite,  or  flefh  requires  : 
 
 Arm  us  with  thy  felf-denial, 
 Every  te.npted  foul  defend, 
 
 Save  us  in  the  fiery  trial, 
 Make  us  faithful  to  the  end. 
 
 By  thy  forer  fufferings  fave  us, 
 
 Save  us  when  contorm'd  to  thee, 
 By  thy  miferies  relieve  us, 
 
 By  thy  painful  agony  ? 
 When  beneath  thy  frown  we  languiih, 
 
 When  we  feel  thy  anger's  weight, 
 Save  us  by  thy  unknown  anguifh, 
 
 Save  us  by  thy  bloody  fweat. 
 
 By  that  higher!:  point  of  paiTion, 
 
 By  thy  fufferings  on  the  tree, 
 Save  us  from  the  indignation 
 
 Due  to  all  mankind  and  me : 
 Hanging,  bleeding,  panting,  dying, 
 
 Gafping  out  thy  lateft  breath, 
 By  thy  precious  death's  applying, 
 
 Save  us  from  eternal  death. 
 
 h  y  M  N       CLV 
 
 % 
 
 There  was  darknefs,  lSct     Matt,  xxviii.  45, 
 
 ALAS  !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed  ? 
 And  did  my  Sovereign  die  ? 
 Would  he  devote  that  facred  head 
 For  fuch  a  worm  as  I  ? 
 
 z  Was 
 
(     '54    ) 
 
 2  Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  had  done 
 
 He  groan'd  upon  the  tree  ? 
 Amazing  pity  !  grace  unknown  ! 
 And  iove  beyond  degree  ! 
 
 3  Well  might  the  fun  in  darknefs  hide, 
 
 And  ihut  his  glories  in  ; 
 When  Chrift,  the  mighty  Maker,    died 
 For  man  the  creature's  fin  ! 
 
 4  Thus  might  I  hide  my  blufhing  face, 
 
 While  his  dear  crofs  appears ; 
 DilTolve  my  heart  in  rhankfulnefs, 
 And  melt  my  eyes  to  tears. 
 
 5  But  drops  of  grief  can  ne'er  repay 
 
 The  debt  of  love  I  ov/e ; 
 Here,  Lord,  I  give  myfelf  away, 
 'Tis  all  that  I  can  do. 
 
 HYMN        CLVII. 
 
 The  Vail  of  the  Temple  <was  rent.     Matt,   xxvii.   5 
 
 ■B 
 
 Nail'd  to  the  ftiameful  tree  ; 
 How  vaft  the  love  that  him  inclin'd 
 To  bleed  and  die  for  thee  ! 
 
 2  Hark,  how  he  groans !  while  nature  fhakes, 
 And  earth's  frrong  pil'ars  bend  ! 
 The  temple's  vail  in  funder  breaks, 
 The  folid  marbles  rend. 
 
 3  'Tis 
 
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 'Tis  done  !  the  precious  ranfom*s  paid, 
 "  Receive  my  foul,"  he  cries  ! 
 See,  where  he  bows  his  facred  head  ! 
 He  bows  his  head  and  dies, 
 
 4  But  foon  he'll  break  death's  envious  chain, 
 And  in  full  glory  mine  : 
 O  Lamb  of  God !  was  ever  pain, 
 Was  ever  love  like  thine  ! 
 
 HYMN         CLVIII. 
 
 Lam.  i.   12.     John  xix.  5. 
 
 1  "^7E  that  pafs  by,  behold  the  man  ! 
 
 \     The  man  of  griefs  condemn'd  for  you  I 
 The  Lamb  of  God,  for  finners  (lain, 
 Weeping  to  Calvary  purfue  ! 
 
 2  See  how  his  back  the  fcourges  tear, 
 
 While  to  the  bloody  pillar  bound  ! 
 The  ploughers  make  long  furrows  there, 
 Till  all  his  body  is  one  wound. 
 
 3  His  facred  limbs  they  ftretch,  they  tear, 
 
 With  nails  they  fatten  to  the  wood 
 His  facred  limbs — expos'd,  and  bare, 
 Or  only  cover'd  with  his  blood. 
 
 4.  See  there  !  his  temples  crown'd  with  thorns ! 
 His  bleeding  hands  extended  wide, 
 His  ftreaming  feet,  transfixt  and  torn  ! 
 The  fountain  gufhing  from  his  fide  ! 
 
 5  Where 
 
(     >5<5    ) 
 
 5  Where  is  tiie  King  of  Glory  now  ! 
 
 The  everlafting  Son  of  God  ! 
 The  Imihortai  hangs  his  languid  brow, 
 The  Almighty  faints  beneath  his  load, 
 
 6  O  thou  dear  fuffering  Son  of  God, 
 
 How  doth  thy  heart  to  finners  move  ! 
 Oh  cleanie  me  by  thy  precious  blood, 
 And  fill  me  with  thy  dying  love ! 
 
 HYMN        CXLIX. 
 
 The  Earth  did  quake,  \3c*      Matt,  xxvii.   51,   52. 
 
 1  f  I  VHE  earth  could  to  her  centre  quake, 
 
 X        Convuls'd  while  her  Creator  died  : 
 Oh  !  let  my  inmoft  nature  make, 
 And  die  with  Jefus  crucified. 
 
 2  At  thy  laft  gafp  the  graves  difplay'd 
 
 Their  horrors  to  the  upper  fkies  ; 
 Oh  !  that  my  foul  could  burft  the  fhade, 
 And  quicken'd  by  thy  death  arife. 
 
 3  The  rocks  could  feel  thy  powerful  'death* 
 
 And  tremble,  and  afunrierpart  : 
 
 Oh  !    rend  with  thy  expiring  breath, 
 
 The  harder  marble  of  my  heart. 
 
 4  Thy  grace  I  fnrely  fnall  receive  ; 
 
 Thy  death  hath  bought  the  grace  for  me  ; 
 Be  this  my  whole  defire  to  live, 
 To  live,  and  then  to  die  in  thee. 
 
 HYMN 
 
(     157     ) 
 
 HYMN        CLX. 
 
 Js  it  nothing  to  you,  &c.     Lam.  i.    12, 
 
 1  A   LL  ye  that  pafs  by,  to  Jefus  draw  nigh: 
 XX.  To  you  is  it  nothing  that  Jefus  mould  die  ? 
 Your  ranfom  and  peace,  your  furefy  he  is, 
 Come,  fee  if  there  ever  was  forrow  like  his. 
 
 2  For  what  you  have  done  his  blood  muft  atone  : 
 The  Father  hath  punifh'd  for  you  his  dear  Son. 
 The  Lord  in  the  day  of  his  anger  did  lay 
 Your  fins  on  the  Lamb,  and  he  bore  them  away. 
 
 3  He  anfwer'd  for  all,  Oh  come  at  his  call, 
 And  low  at  his  crofs  with  aftonimmentfall. 
 But  lift  up  your  eyes  at  Jefus's  cries  : 
 Impalfive  he  fuffers,  immortal  he  dies. 
 
 4  He  dies  to  atone  for  fins  not  his  own  : 
 
 Your  debt  hath  he  paid,  and  your  work  hath 
 
 he  done. 
 Ye  all  may  receive  the  peace  he  did  leave, 
 Who  made  interceffion,  "  My  Father,  forgive!" 
 
 5  For  you  and  for  me  he  pray'd  on  the  tree  ; 
 The  prayer  is  accepted,  the  fmner  is  free. 
 The  finner  am  I,  who  on  Jefus  rely, 
 
 And  come  for  the  pardon  God  cannot  deny. 
 
 6  My  pardon  I  claim,  for  a  finner  I  am, 
 A  finner  believing  in  Jefus's  name. 
 
 He  purchas'd  the  grace,  which  now  I  embrace; 
 O  Father,  thou  know'fthe  hath  died  in  my  place. 
 
 7  His 
 
(     '5«    ) 
 
 His  death  is  my  plea,  my  Advocate  fee, 
 
 And  hear  the  blood  fpeak  that  hath  anfwer'd 
 
 for  me  : 
 Acquitted  I  was,  when  he  bled  on  the  crofs, 
 And  by  lofing  his  life  he  hath  carried  my  caufe. 
 
 HYMN         CLXI. 
 
 John  i.   14. 
 
 1  TT7HAT  could  my  Redeemer  move 
 
 V  V        To  leave  his  Father's  breaft  ? 
 Pity  drew  him  from  above, 
 
 And  would  not  let  him  reft ; 
 Swift  to  fuccour  finking  man, 
 
 Sinking  into  endlefs  woe, 
 Jefus  to  our  refcue  ran, 
 
 And  Goo  appear'd  below. 
 
 2  God  in  this  dark  vale  of  tears 
 
 A  man  of  griefs  was  ieen : 
 Here  for  three  and  thirty  years 
 
 He  dwelt  with  finful  man. 
 Did  they  know  the  Deity  ? 
 
 Did  they  own  him,  who  he  was  ? 
 See  the  friend  of  finners,  fee  ! 
 
 He  hangs  on  yonder  crofs  ! 
 
 3  Glorious  Saviour  of  my  foul, 
 
 I  lift  it  up  to  thee  ; 
 Thou  haft  made  the  firmer  whole, 
 
 Haft  fet  the  captive  free  : 
 Thou  my  debt  of  death  haft  paid  ; 
 
 Thou  haft  rais'd  me  from  my  fall ; 
 Thou  haft  an  atonement  made ; 
 
 My  Saviour  died  for  all. 
 
 HYMN 
 
(     '39    ) 
 
 HYMN  CLXII. 
 
 LAMB  of  God,  whofe  bleeding  love 
 We  now  recall  to  mind, 
 Send  the  anfwer  from  above, 
 
 And  let  us  mercy  find; 
 Think  on  us,  who  think  on  thee, 
 And  every  ftruggling  foul  releafe  : 
 Oh  remember  Calvary, 
 And  bid  us  go  in  peace. 
 
 By  thy  agonizing  pain, 
 
 And  bloody  fweat,   we  pray, 
 By  thy  dying  love  to  man, 
 
 Take  all  our  fins  away  : 
 Burft  our  bonds,  and  fet  us  free, 
 From  all  iniquity  releafe  : 
 Oh  remember  Calvary, 
 
 And  bid  us  go  in  peace. 
 
 Let  thy  blood  by  faith  applied 
 
 The  finner's  pardon  feal, 
 Speak  us  freely  juftified, 
 
 And  all  our  ficknefs  heal : 
 By  thy  pafTion  on  the  tree, 
 Let  all  our  griefs  and  trouble  ceafe : 
 Oh  remember  Calvary, 
 
 And  bid  us  go  in  peace. 
 
 Never  let  us  hence  depart 
 
 Till  thou  our  wants  relieve, 
 Write  forgivenefs  on  our  heart, 
 
 And  all  thy  image  give  : 
 
 O  Still 
 
(     i6o     ) 
 
 Still  our  fouls  fhall  cry  to  thee 
 Till  perfected  in  holinefs : 
 Oh  remember  Calvary, 
 .And  bid  us  go  in  peace. 
 
 hymn      c  l  x  1 1 1 . 
 
 i   /*~^  OD  of  unexampled  grace, 
 VJT     Redeemer  of  mankind, 
 Matter  of  eternal  praife 
 
 We  in  thy  paflion  find  : 
 Still  our  choiceft  ftrains  we  bring, 
 
 Still  the  joyful  theme  purfue, 
 Thee  the  friend  of  finners  fing, 
 
 Whofe  love  is  ever  new. 
 
 2  Endlefs  fcenes  of  wonder  rife 
 
 With  that  myflerious  tree, 
 Crucified  before  our  eyes 
 
 Where  we  our  Maker  fee  : 
 Jefus,  Lord,  what  haft  thou  done  ! 
 
 Publifh  we  the  death  divine, 
 Stop,  and  gaze,  and  fall,  and  own 
 
 Was  never  love  like  thine  ! 
 
 3  Never  love  nor  forrow  was 
 
 Like  that  my  Jefus  fhow'd, 
 See  him  ftretcn'd  on  yonder  crofs, 
 
 And  crufh'd  beneath  our  load  ! 
 Now  difcern  the  Deity, 
 
 Now  his  heavenly  birth  declare  ! 
 Faith  cries  out,  'tis  he,  'tis  he, 
 
 My  God  that  fuffers  there  ! 
 
 4  Lord, 
 
{     i6i     ) 
 
 4  Lord,  we  blefs  thee  for  thy  grace 
 
 And  truth  which  never  tail, 
 flattening  to  behold  thy  face 
 
 Without  a  dimming  vai4  : 
 We  (hall  fee  our  heavenly  King, 
 
 All  thy  glorious  love  proclaim, 
 Help  the  angel-choirs  to  fing 
 
 Our  dear  triumphant  Lamb. 
 
 HYMN  CLXIV. 
 
 1  TESUS  drinks  the  bitter  cup  ; 
 J      The  wine-prefs  treads  alone, 
 Tears  the  graves  and  mountains  up 
 
 By  his  expiring  groan  : 
 Lo  !   the  powers  of  heaven  he  makes ; 
 
 Nature  in  convulfions  lies, 
 Earth's  profoundeft  centre  quakes, 
 
 The  great  Jehovah  dies  ! 
 
 2  Dies  the  glorious  Caufe  of  all, 
 
 The  true  eternal  Pan, 
 Falls  to  raife  us  from  our  fall, 
 
 To  ranfom  fmfu'l  man  : 
 Well  may  Sol  withdraw  his  light, 
 
 With  the  fufferer  fympathize, 
 Leave  the  world  in  fudden  night, 
 
 While  his  Creator  dies. 
 
 3  Wrell  may  heaven  be  cloath'd  in  black, 
 
 And  folemn  fackcloth  wear, 
 Jefu's  agony  partake, 
 
 The  hour  of  darknefs  mare  : 
 
 O  2  Mourn 
 
(     ■*»     ) 
 
 Mourn  the  aftonifh'd  hofts  above, 
 Silence  faddens  all  the  Ikies, 
 
 Kindler  of  feraphic  love, 
 The  G©d  of  angels  dies. 
 
 O  my  God,  he  dies  for  me  ! 
 
 Unutterable  fmart ! 
 See  him  hanging  on  the  tree — 
 
 A  fight  that  breaks  my  heart ! 
 Oh  that  all  to  thee  might  turn  ! 
 
 Sinners  ye  may  love  him  too, 
 Look  on  him  ye  pierc'd,  and  mourn 
 
 For  one  who  bled  for  you. 
 
 Weep  o'er  your  defire  and  hope, 
 
 With  tears  of  humbleft  love ; 
 Sing,  for  Jefus  is  gone  up, 
 
 And  reigns  enthron'd  above  ! 
 Lives  our  head  to  die  no  more ; 
 
 Power  is  all  to  Jefus  given, 
 Worfhipp'd  as  he  was  before, 
 
 The  immortal  King  of  heaven. 
 
 HYMN        CLXV. 
 
 i   TTEARTS  of  Hone,  relent,  relent, 
 ||   Break,  by  Jefu's  crofs  fubdu'd, 
 See  his  body  mangled,  rent, 
 
 Cover'd  with  a  gore  of  blood  ! 
 Sinful  foul,  what  haft  thou  done  ? 
 Murder'd  God's  eternal  Son  ! 
 
 2  Yes, 
 
(     i6j     ) 
 
 Yes,  our  fins  have  done  the  deed, 
 Drove  the  nails  that  fix'd  him  here, 
 
 Crown'd  with  thorns  his  facred  head, 
 Pierc'd  him  with  the  foldier's  fpear, 
 
 Made  his  foul  a  facrince  ; 
 
 For  a  finful  world  he  dies. 
 
 Shall  we  let  him  die  in  vain  ? 
 
 Still  to  death  purfue  our  God  ? 
 Open  tear  his  wounds  again, 
 
 Trample  on  his  precious  blood  1 
 No  ;  with  all  our  fins  we  part, 
 Saviour  take  my  broken  heart  ! 
 
 HYMN  CLXVI. 
 
 i    V  I  MS  done  !   the  atoning  work  is  done  ; 
 J[        Jems  the  world's  Redeemer  dies  I 
 All  nature  feels  the  important  groan, 
 
 Loud  echoing  through  the  earth  and  fkies. 
 The  earth  doth  to  her  centre  quake, 
 And  heaven  as  hell's  deev>  gloom  is  black ! 
 
 2  The  temple's  vail  is  rent  in  twain, 
 
 While  Jefus  meekly  bows  his  head, 
 The  rocks  refent  his  mortal  pain, 
 
 The  yawning  grare  gives  up  their  dead, 
 The  bodies  of  the  faints  arife, 
 Reviving  as  their  Saviour  dies. 
 
 3  And  fhall  not  we  his  death  par: 
 
 In  fympathetk  anguiln  groan  ?     . 
 O  Saviour,  let  thy  pafiion  (hake 
 
 Our  earth,  and  rend  our  hearts  of  ftone. 
 
 O  3  To 
 
(     i<H    )   . 
 
 To  fecond  life  our  fouls  reftore, 
 And  wake  us  that  we  fleep  no  more. 
 
 HYMN        CLXVII. 
 
 Love  divine  1  What  hail  thou  done  ! 
 The  immortal  God  hath  died  for  me  ! 
 1  he  Father's  co-eternal  Son 
 
 Bore  all  my  fins  upon  the  tree  : 
 The  immortal  God  for  me  hath  died  ; 
 My  Lord,  my  Love  is  crucified. 
 
 2  Behold  him,  all  ye  that  pafs  by, 
 
 The  bleeding  Prince  of  life  and  peace  I 
 Come  fee,   ye  worms,  your  Maker  die, 
 
 And  fay  was  ever  grief  like  his  ! 
 Come  feel  with  me  his  blood  applied  : 
 My  Lord,  my  Love  is  crucified. 
 
 3  Is  crucified  for  me  and  you, 
 
 To  bring  us  rebels  back  to  God  ; 
 Believe,  believe  the  record  true, 
 
 Ye  ail  are  brought  v/ith  Jefu's  blood  : 
 Pardon  for  all  flows  from  his  fide  ; 
 My  Lord,  my  Love  is  crucified. 
 
 4  Then  Ictus  fit  beneath  his  crofs, 
 
 And  gladly  catch  the  healing  ftream, 
 All  things  for  him  account  but  lofs, 
 
 And  give  up  all  our  hearts  to  him: 
 Of  nothing  think  or  fpeak  befide, 
 My  Lord,  my  Love  is  crucified. 
 
 HY  W  N 
 
(     i65     ) 
 
 HYMN         CL  XVIII. 
 
 1  QEE,  Tinners,  in  the  gofpel-glafs,     • 
 
 j5     The  Friend  and  Saviour  of  mankind  ! 
 Not  one  of  all  the  apoftate  race, 
 But  may  in  him  falvacion  find  ; 
 His  thoughts,  and  words,  and  actions  prove, 
 His  life  and  death — that  God  is  love  ! 
 
 2  Behold  the  Lamb  of  God,  who  bears 
 
 The  fins  of  all  the  world  away  ! 
 A  fervant's  form  he  meekly  wears, 
 
 He  fojourns  in  a  houfe  of  clay ; 
 His  glory  is  no  longer  feen, 
 But  God  with  God,  is  man  with  men. 
 
 3  See  where  the  God-incarnate  Hands, 
 
 And  calls  his  wandering  creatures  home  ! 
 He  all  day  long  fpreads  out  his  hands, 
 
 "  Come,  weary  fouls,  to  Jefus  come  I 
 "  Ye  all  may  hide  you  in  my  breaft  ; 
 "  Believe,  and  I  will  give  you  reft. 
 
 4  "  Ah  !  do  not  of  my  goodnefs  doubt, 
 
 "  My  laving  grace  for  all  is  free  ; 
 "  I  will  in  no  wife  call  him  out, 
 
 "  That  comes  a  finner  unto  me ; 
 "  lean  to  none  myfelf  deny  : 
 
 "  Why,  finners,  will  you  perifh,  why  ?" 
 
 HYMN        CLXIX, 
 
 'W 
 
 OULD  Jefus  have  the  finner  die  r 
 Why  hangs  he  then  on  yonder  tree  ? 
 
 What 
 
(     166     ) 
 
 What  means  that  ftrange  expiring  cry  ? 
 
 (Sinners,  he  prays  for  you  and  me) 
 "  Forgive  them,   Father,  Oh  forgive, 
 fC  They  know  not  that  by  me  they  live  !" 
 » 
 
 2  Adam  defcended  from  above, 
 
 Our  lofs  of  Edom  to  retrieve, 
 Great  God  of  univerfal  love, 
 
 If  all  the  world  in  thee  may  live, 
 In  us  a  quickening  fpirit  be, 
 And  witnefs  thou  haft  died  for  me. 
 
 3  Thou  loving,  all-atoning  Lamb, 
 
 Thee,  by  thy  painful  agony, 
 Thy  bloody  fweat,  thy  grief  and  fhame, 
 
 Thy  crofs,  and  pafiion  on  the  tree, 
 Thy  precious  death  and  life,  I  pray, 
 Take  all,  take  all  my  fins  away  ! 
 
 4  Oh  let  thy  love  my  heart  conftrain, 
 
 Thy  love  for  every  fmner  free, 
 That  every  fallen  foul  of  man 
 
 May  tafte  the  grace  that  found  out  me  ; 
 That  all  mankind  with  me  may  prove 
 Thy  free,  thy  everkfiing  love. 
 
 HYMN         CLXX. 
 
 I  T  ET  earth  and  heaven  agree, 
 A.^  Angels  and  men  be  join'd, 
 To  celebrate  with  me 
 
 The  Saviour  of  mankind; 
 To  adore  the  all-atoning  Lamb, 
 And  blefs  the  found  of  jefu's  name. 
 
 2  Jefus, 
 
(     «67     ) 
 
 2  Jefus,  tranfporting  found  ! 
 
 The  joy  of  earth  and  heaven  j 
 No  other  name  is  found  ; 
 
 No  other  name  is  given, 
 By  which  we  can  falvation  have  ; 
 But  Jefus  came  the  world  to  fave. 
 
 3  Jefus,  harmonious  name ! 
 
 It  charms  the  hofts  above  ! 
 They  evermore  proclaim, 
 
 And  wonder  at  his  love ; 
 'Tis  all  their  happinefs  to  gaze, 
 *Tis  heaven  to  fee  our  Jefu's  face, 
 
 4  His  name  the  finner  hears, 
 
 And  is  from  fin  fet  free  ; 
 'Tis  mufic  in  his  ears, 
 
 JTis  life  and  vi&ory  : 
 New  fongs  do  now  his  lips  employ, 
 And  his  glad  heart  exults  for  joy. 
 
 5  Stung  by  the  fcorpion  fin, 
 
 My  poor  expiring  foul 
 The  balmy  found  drinks  in, 
 
 And  is  at  once  made  whole  : 
 See  there  my  Lord  upon  the  tree ! 
 I  hear,  I  feel,  he  died  for  me. 
 
 H  Y  M  N        CLXXI. 
 
 i    /^VH  unexampled  love  ! 
 \_J     Oh  all  redeeming  grace  ! 
 How  fwiftly  did  ft  thou  move 
 To  fave  a  fallen  race  ! 
 
 What 
 
(     i68     ) 
 
 What  mail  I  do  to  make  it  known 
 What  thou  for  all  mankind  haft  done  ! 
 
 Oh  for  a  trumpet's  voice 
 
 On  all  the  world  to  call, 
 To  bid  their  hearts  rejoice 
 
 In  him  who  died  for  all ! 
 For  all  my  Lord  was  crucified, 
 For  all,  for  all  my  Saviour  died  I 
 
 HYMN        CLXXII. 
 
 1  A   RISE,  my  foul,  arife, 
 jf\_     Shake  off  thy  guilty  fears ; 
 The  bleeding  Sacrifice 
 
 In  my  behalf  appears ; 
 Before  the  throne  my  furety  ftands ; 
 My  name  is  written  on  his  hands. 
 
 2  Ke  ever  lives  above, 
 
 For  me  to  intercede  ; 
 His  all-redeeming  love, 
 
 His  precious  blood  to  plead  : 
 His  blood  aton'd  for  all  our  race, 
 And  fprinkles  now  the  throne  of  grace. 
 
 3  Five  bleeding  wounds  he  bears, 
 
 Receiv'd  on  Calvary ; 
 They  pour  effectual  prayers, 
 
 rl  hey  ftrongly  fpeak  for  me  : 
 Forgive  him,  Oh  !   forgive,   they  cry, 
 Nor  let  that  ranfom'd  finner  die. 
 
 The 
 
(     169    ) 
 
 4  The  Father  hears  him  pray, 
 
 His  dear  anointed  One  ; 
 He  cannot  turn  away 
 
 The  prefence  of  his  Son  : 
 His  fpirit  anfwers  to  the  blood, 
 And  tells  me  I  am  bom  of  God. 
 
 5  My  God  is  reconcil'd, 
 
 His  pardoning  voice  I  hear ; 
 He  owns  me  for  his  child, 
 
 I  now  no  longer  fear  : 
 With  confidence  I  now  draw  nigh, 
 And  Father,  Abba  Father,   cry  ! 
 
 H  Y  II  N        CLXXIII. 
 
 !      A   ND  can  it  be  that  I  mould  gain 
 X\.     ^n  intereft  in  the  Saviour's  blood  ? 
 Died  he  for  me,  who  caus'd  his  pain  ! 
 For  me  !   who  him  to  death  purfu'd  : 
 Amazing  love  !    how  can  it  be 
 That  thou,  my  God,  fhould'ft  die  for  me  ? 
 
 2  'Tis  myftery  all :  the  immortal  dies  ! 
 
 Who  can  explore  his  ftrange  defign  ? 
 In  vain  the  firft-born  feraph  tries 
 
 To  found  the  depths  of  love  divine  : 
 'Tis  mercy  all !  let  earth  adore  ; 
 Let  angel -minds  enquire  no  more. 
 
 3  He  left  his  Father's  throne  above, 
 
 (So  free,  fo  infinite  his  grace  !) 
 Emptied  himfelf  of  all  but  love, 
 And  bled  for  Adam's  helplefs  race 
 
 Tis 
 
(     170     ) 
 
 ^Tis  mercy  all,  immenfe  and  free, 
 For,  O  my  God,  it  found  out  me  ! 
 
 4  Long  my  imprifon'd  fpirit  lay 
 
 Fall  bound  in  fin  and  nature's  night : 
 Thy  eye  diffus'd  a  quickening  ray  ; 
 
 I  woke  ;  the  dungeon  flanrd  with  light : 
 My  chains  fell  off,  my  heart  was  free, 
 I  rofe,  went  forth,  and  followed  thee. 
 
 5  No  condemnation  now  I  dread, 
 
 Jefus,  and  all  in  him,  is  mine  :  " 
 Alive  in  him,  my  living  head, 
 
 Andcloath'd  in  righteoufnefs  divine, 
 Bold  I  approach  the  eternal  throne, 
 And  claim  the  crown,  through  Chrift,  my  own. 
 
 HYMN        CLXXIV. 
 
 i   TT7EARY  fouls  that  wander  wide 
 V  V       From  the  central  point  of  blifs; 
 Turn  to  Jefus  crucified, 
 Fly  to  thofe  dear  wounds  of  his ; 
 Sink  into  the  purple  Mood  ; 
 Rife  into  the  life  of  God. 
 
 2  Find  in  Chrift  the  way  of  peace, 
 Peace  unfpeakable,  unknown, 
 By  his  pain  he  gives  you  eafe, 
 Life  by  his  expiring  groan  ; 
 Rife,   exalted  by  his  fall, 
 Find  in  Chrift  your  all  in  all. 
 
 3  Oh 
 
(    }7\     ) 
 
 3  Oh  belietfe  the  record  true, 
 God  to  you  his  Son  hath  given  ! 
 Ye  may  now  be  happy  too  ; 
 Find  on  earth  the  life  of  heaven  ; 
 Live  the  life  of  heaven  above, 
 All  the  life  of  glorious  love. 
 
 4  This  the  univerfal  blifs, 
 Blifs  for  every  foul  defign'd  : 
 God's  original  promife  this, 
 God's  great  gift  to  all  mankind  : 
 Bleft  in  Chrift  this  moment  be! 
 Bleft  to  all  eternity ! 
 
 HYMN        CLXXV. 
 
 The  reft  gnat  ion. 
 
 i  {^\  H  let  thy  love  conftrain 
 
 \J   And  force  me  to  thy  breaft. 
 When  ihall  my  foul  return  again 
 
 To  her  celeftial  reft  ? 
 
 Ah  !  what  avails  my  ftrife, 
 
 My  wandering  to  and  fro  ! 
 Thou  haft  the  words  of  endlefs  life, 
 
 Ah  !   whither  mould  I  go  ? 
 
 2  Thy  condefcending  grace 
 
 To  me  did  freely  move  : 
 It  calls  me  ftill  to  feek  thy  face, 
 And  ftoops  to  afk  my  love. 
 Lord,  at  thy  feet  I  fall. — 
 I  groan  to  be  fet  free, 
 I  fain  would  now  obey  the  call, 
 And  give  up  all  for  thee. 
 
 P  3  To 
 
(       17*       ) 
 
 To  refcue  me  from  woe, 
 
 Thou  didft  with  all  things  part, 
 
 Didft  lead  a  fuffering  life  below, 
 To  gain  my  worthlefs  heart : 
 My  worthlefs  heart  to  gain, 
 The  God  of  all  that  breathe, 
 
 Was  found  in  fafhion  as  a  man, 
 And  died  a  curfed  death. 
 
 And  can  I  yet  delay 
 
 My  little  all  to  give  ? 
 To  tear  my  foul  from  earth  away, 
 
 For  Jefus  to  receive  ? 
 
 Nay,  but  I  yield,  I  yield  1 
 
 I  can  hold  out  no  more  : 
 I  fink,  by  dying  love  compell'd, 
 
 And  own  thee  conqueror  ! 
 
 H  Y  M  N        CLXXVl. 
 
 THOUGH  late  I  all  forfake, 
 My  friends,  my  all  refign  : 
 Gracious  Redeemer,  take,  Oh  take, 
 And  feal  me  ever  thine. 
 
 Gome,  and  pofTefs  me  whole, 
 Nor  hence  again  remove  : 
 Settle  and  fix  my  wavering  foul 
 With  all  thy  weight  of  love. 
 
 My  one  defire  be  this, 
 Thy  only  love  to  know, 
 To  feek  and  tafte  no  other  blifs, 
 No  other  good  below. 
 
 4  My 
 
(     173     ) 
 
 My  life,  my  portion  thou, 
 Thou  all-fuficient  art ; 
 My  hope,  my  heavenly  treafure,  now 
 Enter,  and  keep  my  heart. 
 
 HYMN        C  L  XX  V  1 1 . 
 
 Behold  the  Lamb.     John  i.  29. 
 
 1  TESUS,  the  name  high  over  all 
 J      In  hell,  or  earth,  orfky: 
 Angels  and  men  before  it  fall ; 
 
 And  devils  fear  and  fly. 
 
 2  Jefus  the  name  to  Tinners  dear, 
 
 The  name  to  fmners  given  ! 
 It  fcatters  all  their  guilty  fear : 
 It  turns  their  hell  to  heaven. 
 
 3  Jefus  the  prifoner's  fetters  breaks, 
 
 And  bruifes  Satan's  head  : 
 Power  into  ftrengthlefs  fouls  it  fpeaks, 
 And  life  into  the  dead. 
 
 4  Oh  that  the  world  might  tafte  and  fee 
 
 The  riches  of  his  grace  ! 
 The  arms  of  love  that  compafs  me 
 Would  all  mankind  embrace. 
 
 5  Oh  that  my  J efu's  heavenly  charms 
 
 Might  every  bofom  move  ! 
 Fly,  finners,  fty  into  thofe  arms 
 Of  everlafling  love  1 
 
 P  2  6  His 
 
(     '7+    ) 
 
 6  His  only  righteoufnefs  I  mow, 
 
 His  faving  truth  proclaim  : 
 
 'Tis  all  my  bufinefs  here  below 
 
 To  cry,  Behold  the  Lamb  ! 
 
 7  Happy,  if  with  my  lateft  breath 
 
 I  may  but  gafp  his  name  ! 
 Preach  him  to  all,  and  cry  in  death, 
 Behold  1  behold  the  Lamb  ! 
 
 HYMN        CLXXVIII. 
 
 1  W7^^  glorious  clouds  incompafs'd  round. 
 
 V  V       Whom  Angels  dimly  fee, 
 Will  the  Unfearchable  be  found, 
 Or  God  appear  to  me  ? 
 
 2  Will  he  forfake  his  throne  above, 
 
 Himfelf  to  worms  impart  ? 
 Anfwer  thou  man  of  grief  and  love, 
 And  fpeak  it  to  my  heart ! 
 
 3  In  manifefted  love  explain 
 
 Thy  wonderful  defign  ; 
 What  meant  the  fuffeiing  Son  of  man  ? 
 The  dreaming  blood  divine  ? 
 
 4  Didft  thou  not  in  our  flefli  appear, 
 
 And  live  and  die  below, 
 That  I  might  now  perceive  thee  near, 
 And  my  Redeemer  know  ? 
 
 5  Come 
 
(     1/5     ) 
 
 5  Come  then,  and   to  my  foul  reveal 
 
 The  heights  and  depths  of  grace, 
 The  wounds,  which  all  my  forrows  heal, 
 That  dear  disfigur'd  face. 
 
 6  Before  my  eyes  of  faith  confeft, 
 
 Stand  forth  a  flaughter'd  Lamb; 
 And  wrap  me  in  thy  crimfon  veft, 
 And  tell  me  all  thy  name. 
 
 7  Jehovah  in  thy  perfon  fhow, 
 
 Jehovah  crucified  : 
 And  then  the  pardoning  God  I  know, 
 And  feel  the  blood  applied. 
 
 8  I  view  the  Lamb  in  his  own  light, 
 
 Whom  angels  dimly  fee  : 
 And  gaze,  tranfported  at  the  fight, 
 To  all  eternity. 
 
 H  Y  M  N         CLXXIX. 
 
 i    T    OVEP.  of  fouls,  thou  know'it.  to  prize, 
 §   j     What  thou  haft  bought  fo  dear ; 
 Come  then,  and  in  thy  people's  eyes 
 With  all  thy  bounds  appear  ! 
 
 2  Appear,  as  when  of  old  confeft 
 The  fuffering  Son  of  God  ; 
 And  let  them  fee  thee  in  thy  veft 
 But  newly  dipt  in  blood. 
 
 P  a  %  The 
 
(     i/6     ) 
 
 3  The  ftony  from  their  hearts  remove, 
 
 Thou  who  for  all  haft  died  : 
 Shew  them  the  tokens  of  thy  love, 
 Thy  feet,  thy  hands,  thy  fide. 
 
 4  Thy  feet  were  nail'd  to  yonder  tree, 
 
 To  trample  down  their  fin  ; 
 Thy  hands  they  all  ftretch'd  out  may  fee, 
 To  take  thy  murderers  in. 
 
 5  Thy  fide  an  open  fountain  is, 
 
 Where  all  may  freely  go, 
 And  drink  the  living  ftreams  of  blifs, 
 And  wafh  them  white  as  fnow. 
 
 6  Ready  thou  art  the  blood  to'  apply, 
 
 And  prove  the  record  true  ; 
 And  all  thy  wounds  to  finners  cry 
 tf  I  fuffer'd  this  for  you  1" 
 
 HYMN        CLXXX. 
 
 i    T    OVERS  of  pleafure  more  than  God, 
 I   j     For  you  he  fuffer'd  pain, 
 Swearers,  for  you  he  fpilt  his  blood  ; 
 And  fhall  he  bleed  in  vain  ? 
 
 2  Mifers,  for  you  his  life  he  paid, 
 Your  bafeft  crime  he  bore  : 
 Drunkards,  your  fins  on  him  were  laid, 
 That  you  might  fin  no  more. 
 
 3  The 
 
(     177     ) 
 
 3  The  God  of  love,  to  earth  he  cams, 
 
 That  you  might  come  to  heaven  ; 
 Believe,  believe  in  Jefu's  name, 
 And  all  your  fin's  forgiven. 
 
 4  Believe  in  him  who  died  for  thee  ! 
 
 And  fure  as  he  hath  died, 
 Thy  debt  is  paid,  thy  foul  is  free, 
 And  thou  art  juflinecW 
 
 HYMN  CLXXXI. 
 
 i   /~\H  for  a  thoufand  tongues  to  fing 
 \J     My  dear  Redeemer's  praife  ! 
 The  glories  of  my  God  and  King, 
 The  triumphs  of  his  grace  ! 
 
 2  My  gracious  Mailer,  and  my  God, 
 
 Aflift  me  to  proclaim  ! 
 To  fpread  through  all  the  earth  abroad 
 The  honours  of  thy  name. 
 
 3  Jefus  the  name  that  charms  our  fears, 
 
 That  bids  our  forrows-  ceafe  : 
 'Tis  mufic  in  the  fmner's  ears  ; 
 'Tis  life,  and  health,  and  peace. 
 
 4  He  breaks  the  power  of  cancelPd  fin, 
 
 He  fets  the  prifoner  free  ; 
 His  blood  can  make  the  foulefl  clean  : 
 His  blood  avail'd  for  me. 
 
 5  Look 
 
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 5  Look  unto  him,  ye  nations,  own 
 
 Your  God,  ye  fallen  race  ; 
 Look,  and  be  fav'd  through  faith  alone, 
 Be  juftified  by  grace. 
 
 6  See  all  your  fins  on  Jefus  laid  ; 
 
 The  Lamb  of  God  was  fiain, 
 His  foul  was  once  an  offering  made 
 For  every  fowl  of  man. 
 
 7  With  me  your  chief  you  then  fliall  know, 
 
 Shall  feel  your  fins  forgiven  ; 
 Anticipate  your  heaven  below, 
 And  own  that  love  is  heaven. 
 
 HYMN        CLXXXII. 
 
 Prai/e  to  the  Redeemer. 
 
 i   TJLUNG'D  in  a  gulph  of  dark  defpair 
 J7       We  wretched  finners  lay, 
 Without  one  cheering^  beani  of  hope, 
 Or  fpark  of  glimmering  day. 
 
 2  With  pitying  eyes  the  Prince  of  grace 
 
 Beheld  our  helplefs  grief ; 
 He  faw,  and  (Oh  amazing  love  !) 
 He  came  to  our  relief. 
 
 3  Down  from  the  mining  feats  above 
 
 With  joyful  tafte  lie  fled  ; 
 Hung  on  the  crofs  in  mortal  flefh, 
 And  dwelt  among  the  dead. 
 
 Oh 
 
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 4  Oh  for  this  love,  let  rocks  and  hills 
 Their  lafting  filence  break, 
 And  all  harmonious  human  tongues 
 The  Saviour's  praifes  fpeak. 
 
 Angels,  aflift  our  mighty  joys, 
 Strike  all  your  harps  of  gold  ; 
 
 But  when  you  raife  your  higheft  noteSj 
 His  love  can  ne'er  be  told. 
 
 HYMN         CLXXXIII. 
 
 Attraction   of  the  Crofs.     John  xii.   32. 
 
 1  'VTONDER,  amazing  fight  !  I  fee 
 
 X       The  incarnate  Son  of  God, 
 Expiring  on  the  accurfed  tree, 
 And  weltering  in  his  blood. 
 
 2  Behold,  the  purple  torrents  run 
 
 Down  from  his  hands  and  head  : 
 The  crimfon  tide  puts  out  the  fun  ; 
 His  groans  awake  the  dead. 
 
 3  The  trembling  earth  and  darken'd  Iky 
 
 Proclaim  the  truth  aloud  ! 
 And  with  the  amaz'd  centurion  cry, 
 "  This  was  the  Son  of  God." 
 
 4  So  great,  fo  vaft  a  facrifice 
 
 May  well  my  hope  revive  : 
 If  God's  own  Son  thus  bleeds  and  dies, 
 The  finner  fure  may  live. 
 
 5  Oh 
 
(     'So     ) 
 
 Oh  that  thefe  cords  of  love  divine 
 Might  draw  me,  Lord,  to  thee  ! 
 
 Thou  haft  my  heart,  it  fhall  be  thine- 
 Thine  may  it  ever  be  ! 
 
 HYMN        CLXXX1V. 
 
 Invitation  to  the  Go/pel  Feafi.     Luke  xiv.  22, 
 
 1  QEE,  Jefus  Hands  with  open  arms; 
 1^5     He  calls,  he  bids  you  come  : 
 Guilt  holds  you  back,  and  fear  alarms ; 
 
 But  fee,  there  yet  is  room. 
 
 2  R-oom  in  the  Saviour's  bleeding  heart ; 
 
 There  love  and  pity  meet ; 
 
 Nor  will  he  bid  the  foul  depart, 
 
 That  trembles  at  his  feet. 
 
 3  In  him  the  Father  reconciPd 
 
 Invites  you  now  to  come  ; 
 The  rebel  fhall  be  calPd  a  child, 
 And  kindly  welcom'd  home. 
 
 4  Oh  come,  and  with  his  children  tafte 
 
 The  bleffmgs  of  his  love  ; 
 While  hope  attends  the  fweet  repaft 
 Of  nobler  joys  above. 
 
 5  There  with  united  heart  and  voice, 
 
 Before  the  eternal  throne, 
 Ten  thoufand  thoufand  fouls  rejoice, 
 In  extafies  unknown. 
 
 7  And 
 
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 6  And  yet  ten  thoufand  thoufand  more, 
 
 Yea  all  the  world,  may  come  : 
 
 Ye  longing  fouls,  the  grace  adore ; 
 
 Approach,  for  there  is  room. 
 
 HYMN         CLXXXV. 
 
 1  TESUS,  to  take  away  our  guilt, 
 J      A  willing  vidtim  fell, 
 
 And  on  his  crofs  triumphant  broke 
 The  bands  of  death  and  hell. 
 
 2  Our  foes  were  mighty  to  deftroy ; 
 
 He  mighty  was  to  fave  : 
 He  died,   but  could  not  long  be  held 
 .  A  prifoner  in  the  grave. 
 
 3  Jefus,  who  mighty  art  to  fave, 
 
 Still  pufh  thy  conquefcs  on  ; 
 Extend  the  triumphs  of  thy  crofs, 
 Where'er  the  fun  has  fhone. 
 
 .    Wonders  of  Redemption. 
 
 i      A   ND  did  the  Holy  and  the  Juft, 
 jTx     The  Sovereign  of  the  Ikies, 
 Stoop  down  to  wretchednefs  and  duir, 
 That  guilty  worms  might  rife  ? 
 
 2  Yes,  the  Redeemer  left  his  throne, 
 His  radiant  throne  on  high, 
 (Surprifing  mercy !  Love  unknown  ! ) 
 To  fuffer,  bleed,  and  die. 
 
 2  He 
 
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 3  He  took  the  dying  traitor's  place, 
 
 And  fuffer'd  in  his  ftead  ; 
 For  man,   (Oh  miracle  of  grace  !) 
 For  man  the  Saviour  bled  ! 
 
 4  Dear  Lord,  what  heavenly  wonders  dwell 
 
 In  thy  atoning  blood  ? 
 By  this  are  finners  fnatch'd  from  hell, 
 And  rebels  brought  to  God. 
 
 5  Jefus,  my  foul  adoring  bends 
 
 To  love  fo  full,  fo  free  ; 
 And  may  I  hope  that  love  extends 
 It's  facred  power  to  me  ? 
 
 6  What  glad  return  can  I  impart, 
 
 For  favours  fo  divine  ? 
 Oh  take  my  all — this  worthlefs  heart, 
 And  make  it  only  thine. 
 
 H  Y  M  N        CLXXXVII. 
 
 1  A-r^O  our  Redeemer's  glorious  name, 
 
 X        Awake  the  lacred  fong  ! 
 Oh  may  his  love   (immortal  flame  !) 
 1.  une  every  heart  and  tongue. 
 
 2  His  love,  what  mortal  thought  can  reach? 
 
 What  mortal  tongue  difplay  ? 
 Imagination's  utmoft  ftretch 
 In  wonder  dies  away. 
 
 He 
 
(     1*3     ) 
 
 3  He  left  his  radiant  throne  on  higlu 
 
 Left  the  bright  realms  of  blifs, 
 And  came  to  earth  to  bleed  and  die  ! 
 Was  ever  love  like  his ! 
 
 4  O  Lord,  while  we  adoring  pay 
 
 Our  humble  thanks  to  thee. 
 May  every  heart  with  rapture  fay, 
 The  Saviour  died  for  me. 
 
 5  Oh  may  the  fweet,  the  blifsful  theme 
 
 Fill  every  heart  and  tongue; 
 Till  Grangers  love  thy  charming  name, 
 And  join  the  facred  fong. 
 
 HYMN        CLXXXVI1I. 
 
 i    QTRETCH'Don  the  crofs  the  Saviour  dies; 
 
 »5     Hark  !  his  expiring  groans  arife  ! 
 ,   See,  from  his  hands,  his  feet,  his  fide, 
 
 Runs  down  the  facred  crimfon  tide  ! 
 
 2  But  life  attends  the  deathful  found, 
 
 .  And  flows  from  every  bleeding  wound  ; 
 The  vital  ftream,  how  free  it  flows, 
 To  fave  and  cleanfe  his  rebel  foes ! 
 
 3  To  fufFer  in  the  traitor's  place, 
 To  die  for  man,  furprifing  grace  ! 
 (Yet  pafs  rebellious  angels  by) 
 
 Oh  why  for  man,  dear  Saviour,  why  ? 
 
 Q^  4  Ana 
 
(     i«4    ) 
 
 4  And  didft  thou  bleed,  for  flnners  bleed  ? 
 And  conld  the  fun  behold  the  deed  ? 
 No,  he  withdrew  his  fickening  ray, 
 And  darknefs  veilld  the  mourning  day. 
 
 5  Can  I  furvey  this  fcene  of  woe, 
 Where  mingling  grief  and  wonder  flow  ; 
 And  yet  my  heart  unmov'd  remain, 
 
 1 1nfenfible  to  love  or  pain  ? 
 
 6  Come,  deareft  Lord,  thy  power  impart, 
 To  warm  this  cold,  this  ftupid  heart ; 
 Till  all  it's  powers,  and  paflions  move 
 In  melting  grief,  and  ardent  love. 
 
 HYMN         CLXXXIX. 
 
 7  he  dying  Love  of  Christ,  confer ahiing  to  thankful 
 Devotion,     2  Cor.  v.  14,  15. 
 
 1  CjEE,  Lord,  thy  willing  fubj efts  bow, 
 ^   Adoring  low  before  thy  throne  : 
 Accept  our  humble,    cheerful  vow, 
 Thou  art  our  Sovereign,  thou  alone. 
 
 2  Beneath  thy  foul-reviving  ray, 
 Even  cold  affliction's  wintry  gloom 
 Shall  brighten  into  vernal  day, 
 
 And  hopes  and  joys  immortal  bloom. 
 
 3  Smile  on  our  fouls,  and  bid  us  ling 
 In  concert  with  the  choir  aboye, 
 The  glories  of  our  Saviour  King, 
 The  condefcenfion  of  his  love. 
 
 4  Amazing 
 
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 4  Amazing  love  !  that  ftoop'd  fo  Iqw, 
 To  view  with///>;'/  melting  eye 
 Vile  men,  deferving  endiefs  woe  ! 
 Amazing  love  !— did  Jefus  die? 
 
 5  He  died,  to  raife  to  life  and  joy 
 The  vile,  the  guilty,  the  undone ; 
 Oh  let  his  praife  each  hour  employ, 
 Till  hours  no  more  their  circles  run  ! 
 
 6  He  died  !— ye  feraphs  tune  your  Tongs, 
 Refound,  refound  the  Saviour's  name  : 
 For  nought  below  immortal  tongues 
 Can  ever  reach  the  ponderous  theme. 
 
 H  Y  M  N       CXC. 
 
 i  piOME,  great  Redeemer,  open  wide 
 V>  The  curtains  of  the  parting  iky ; 
 On  a  bright  cloud  in  triumph  ride,   '  ' 
 And  on  the  wind's  fwift  pinions  fly. 
 
 2  Come,  King  of  kings,  with  thy  bright  train, 
 Cherubs,  and  feraphs,  heavenly  hoit  • 
 Afiume  thy  right,  enlarge  thy  reign  ' 
 
 >\s  far  as  earth  extends  her  coafts. 
 
 3  Come,  Lord    and  where  thy  crofs  once  flood, 
 i  here  plant  thy  banner,  fix  thy  throne: 
 Subdue  the  rebels  by  thy  word. 
 
 And  claim  the  nations  for  thy  own 
 
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 H  Y  M  N 
 
(     M    ) 
 
 HYMN         CXCI. 
 
 1  TESUS,  when  faith  with  fixed  eyes 
 J  Beholds  thy  wonderous  Sacrifice, 
 Love  rifes  to  an  ardent  flame, 
 
 And  we  all  other  hope  difclaim. 
 
 2  With  cold  affections  who  can  fee 
 
 The  thorns,  the  fcourge,  the  nails,  the  tree., 
 Thy  flowing  tears,  and  purple  fweat, 
 Thy  bleeding  hands,  and  head,  and  feet  ? 
 
 3  Look,  faints,  into  his  opening  fide, 
 
 The  breach  how  large,  how  deep,  how  wide; 
 'Thence  ifiues  forth  a  double  flood, 
 Of  cleanfing  water,  pardoning  blood. 
 
 4  Hence,  O  my  foul,  a  balfam  flows, 
 
 To  heal  thy  wounds  and  cure  thy  woes  ; 
 Immortal  joys  come  flreaming  down, 
 joys,  like  his  griefs,  immenfe,  unknown. 
 
 5  Thus  I  could  ever  ever  fmg 
 
 The  fufferings  of  my  heavenly  King ; 
 With  growing  pleafure  fpread  abroad 
 The  myfterics  of  a  dying  God. 
 
 hymn      exen. 
 
 Set  him  above  all  the  Principalities  and  Powers —  wor- 
 thy is  the  Lamb  that  <v;as  Jlain  to  recei-ve  Glory,  and 
 BleJ/jng.     Ephef.  i.  21.     Rev.  v.  12. 
 
 N 
 
 OW  far  above  the  ftarryfkies, 
 
 Our  Jefus  fill?  his  brighter  throne, 
 
 Invifible 
 
(      i»7     ) 
 
 Invifible  to  mortal  eyes., 
 
 But  not  to  humble  faith  unknown. 
 
 2  [The  countlefs  hofts  that  round  him  ftaud, 
 The  fubjecls  of  his  fovereign  power; 
 
 Fly  through  the  world  at  his  command, 
 Or  proftrate  at  his  feet  adore. 
 
 3  Satan,  and  all  his  rebel  crew, 
 
 That  rag'd  to  pull  his  kingdom  down ; 
 Cruui'd  by  his  hand,  in  ruin  now 
 Lie  trembling  at  his  awful  frown. 
 
 4  His  name  above  all  creatures  great, 
 He  all  fuftains  and  all  controls ; 
 Yet  from  his  high  exalted  ftate, 
 Looks  kindly  down  on  humble  fouls.] 
 
 5  Though  in  the  glories  he  poffefs'd, 
 Long  e'er  this  world  or  time  began, 
 He  ihines,  the  Son  of   God  confefs'd, 
 Yet  owns  himfelf  the  Son  of   Man. 
 
 6  Here  once  in  agonies  he  died, 
 Now  in  the  heavens  he  ever  lives ; 
 Of  joy  thart  pours  the  eternal  tide, 
 Here  faves  the  (inner  who  believes. 
 
 -  All  hail  !   thou  great  Immanuel,  hail! 
 Ten  thoufand  bieflings  on  thy  name  : 
 While  thus  thy  wonderous  love  we  tell, 
 Our  bofoms  feel  the  facred  flame. 
 
 Q_3  8  Come 
 
(     188     ) 
 
 Come,  quickly  come,  immortal  King  S 
 On  earth  thy  regal  honours  raife ; 
 The  full  falvatiori  promis'd  bring, 
 Then  every  tongue  (hall  ling  thy  praife  T 
 
 HYMN         CXCIII. 
 
 i  >~r^O  Jefus  our  exalted  Lord, 
 
 X      Dear  name,  by  heaven  and  earth  ador'd  * 
 Fain  would  our  hearts  and  voices  raife 
 A  cheerful  fong  of  facred  praife. 
 
 2  But  all  the  notes,  which  mortals  know, 
 Are  weak  and  languishing  and  low ; 
 Far,  far  above  our  humble  fongs, 
 The  theme  demands  immortal  tongues. 
 
 3  Before  his  throne  of  grace  we  meet, 
 And  humbly  worfhip  at  his  feet : 
 Oh  let  our  warm  affections  move 
 
 In  glad  returns  of  grateful  love  I 
 
 4  Let  faith  our  feeble  fenfes  aid, 
 
 To  fee  thy  wonderous  love  difplay'd, 
 Thy  broken  flefh,  thy  bleeding  veins;, 
 Thy  dreadful  agonizing  pains. 
 
 5  Let  humble  penitential  woe, 
 
 With  painful  pleafing  anguiih  flow  ; 
 And  thy  forgiving  fmiles  impart 
 Life,  hope,  and  joy  to  every  heart. 
 
 HYMN 
 
(     1 89    ) 
 
 .HYMN        CXCIV. 
 
 i    l\/rY  Saviour,  who  this  deed  hath  done  ? 
 _[VX     Who  could  thy  facred  body  wound  ? 
 No  guilt  thy  fpotlefs  heart  hath  known, 
 No  guile  hath  in  thy  lips  been  found. 
 
 2  'Tis  T  have  done  the  dreadful  deed  ! 
 
 'Tis  I  thy  facred  fleili  have  torn  : 
 My  fins  have  caus'd  thee,  Lord,  to  bleed; 
 Pointed  the  nail,  and  flx'd  the  thorn. 
 
 3  My  Saviour,  how  fhall  I  proclaim  ? 
 
 How  pay  the  mighty  debt  I  owe  ? 
 Lei  all  I  have,  and  all  I  am, 
 Ceafelefs  to  all  thy  glory  mow. 
 
 4  Too  much  to  thee  I  cannot  give  ; 
 
 'loo  much  I  cannot  do  for  thee  : 
 
 Let  all  thy  love,  and  all  thy  grief, 
 
 Graven  on  my  heart  for  ever  be  ! 
 
 3   The  meek,  the  ftill,  the  lowly  mind, 
 
 Oh    may  1  may  learn  from  thee,  my  God  : 
 And  love,  with  ibfteft  pity  join'd, 
 For  thofe  that  trample  on  thy  blood  ! 
 
 6  Still  let  thy  tears,  thy  groans,  thy  fighs, 
 O'errlow  my  eyes,  and  heave  my  breaft, 
 'Till  loofe  from  earth  and  flefli  I  rife, 
 And  ever  in  thy  bofom  reii. 
 
 H  Y  M  N 
 
(     19®     ) 
 
 .  H  Y  M  N  CXCV. 
 
 Come,  for  all  things  tare now  ready.  Luke  xiv.  17.. 
 
 1  /^OME,  finners,to  the  gofpel-feaft  ; 
 \^ji  Let  every  foul  be  jefu's  gueft  ; 
 You  need  not  one  be  left  behind  ; 
 
 For  God  hath  bidden  ail  mankind. 
 
 2  Sent  by  my  Lord,  on  you  I  call ; 
 The  invitation  is  to  all  : 
 
 Come  all  the  world,  come,  fmner,  thou  ! 
 All  things  in  Chrift  are  ready  now. 
 
 3  Come  all  ye  fouls  by  fin  oppreft , 
 Ye  reftlefs  wanderers  after  reft  ; 
 
 Ye  poor,  and  maim'd,  and  halt,  and  blind, 
 In  Chrift  a  hearty  welcome  find. 
 
 4  My  meffage  as  from  God  receive  : 
 Ye  all  may  come  to  Chrift,  and  live  : 
 Oh  let  his  love  your  hearts  conftrain, 
 Nor  fuffer  him  to  die  in  vain  ! 
 
 His  love  is  mighty  to  compel  : 
 His  conquering  love  cement  to  feel : 
 Yield  to.  his  love's  refiftkfs  power  ; 
 And  fight  againft  your  God  no  more. 
 
 See  him  fet  forth  before  your  eyes, 
 That  precious,  bleeding  facrilice  ! 
 His  orrer'ct  benefits  embrace, 
 And  freely  now  be  fav'd  by  grace  ! 
 
 7  Tfcis 
 
(     »9«     ) 
 
 This  is  the  time;  no  more  delay  !' 
 This  is  your  acceptable  day  : 
 Come  in,  this  moment,  at  his  call, 
 And  live  for  him  who  died  for  all ! 
 
 hymn     cxcvi. 
 
 i    QINNERS,  obey  the  gofpel-woid  ! 
 j^  Hafte  to  the  fupper  of  my  Lord  : 
 Be  wife  to  know  your  gracious  day  ! 
 All  things  are  ready  i  come  away ! 
 
 2  Ready  the  Father  is  to  own, 
 And  kifs  his  late  returning  fon  : 
 Ready  your  loving  Saviour  ftands, 
 And  fpreads  for  you  his  bleeding  hands, 
 
 3  Ready  the  fpirit  of  his  love 
 Juft  now  the  flony  to  remove  : 
 
 To'  apply  and  witnefs  with  the»blood, 
 And  wafh,  and  feal  the  fons  of  God. 
 
 4.  Ready  for  you  the  angels  wait 
 To  triumph  in  yourbleft  eftate : 
 Tuning  their  harps  they  long  to  praifo 
 ^he  wonders  of  redeeming  grace. 
 
 5  The  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghoft 
 Is  ready  with  their  mining  hoft  : 
 All  heaven  is  ready  to  refound, 
 "  The  dead's  alive  !  The  loft  is  found. r 
 
 H  Y  M  N 
 
(     192    ) 
 
 HYMN        CXCVII. 
 
 i   /^lOME  then,  ye  Tinners,  to  your  Lord, 
 V>i  In  Chrift  to  paradife  reftor'd, 
 His  proffer'd  benefits  embrace, 
 The  plentitude  of  gofpel-grace. 
 
 2  A  pardon  written  with  his  blood, 
 The  favour  and  the  peace  of  God ; 
 The  feeing  eye,  the  feeling  fen.Ce, 
 The  myftic  joys  of  penitence : 
 
 3  The  godly  grief,  the  pleafing  fmart, 
 The  meltings  of  a  broken  heart : 
 The  tears  that  te.ll  your  fins  forgiven  : 
 The  fighs,  that  waft  your  fouls  to  heaven  : 
 
 4  The  guiltlefs  fhame,  the  fweet  diitrefs, 
 The  unutterable  tendernefs ; 
 
 The  genuine,  meek  humility ; 
 
 The  wonder  "  Why  fuch  love  to  me  !" 
 
 5  The  o'erwhelming  power  of  faving  grace, 
 The  fight  that  veils  the  feraph's  face  ; 
 The  fpeechlefs  awe  that  dares  not  move* 
 And  all  the  filent  heaven  of  love. 
 
 hymn         CXCVII  I. 
 
 i   Cor.  ii.  2. 
 
 i  "Y7AIN,  delufive  world,  adieu, 
 V       With  all  of  creature- good, 
 Only  Jefus  I  purfue, 
 
 Who  bought  me  with  his  blood  ! 
 
 All 
 
I     *9$     ) 
 
 All  thy  pleafures  I  forego, 
 
 1  trample  on  thy  wealth  and  pride  5 
 
 Only  jefus  may  1  know, 
 And  Jefus  crucified  1 
 
 2  Other  knowledge  I  difdain, 
 
 'Tis  all  but  vanity : 
 Chrift,  the  Lamb  of  God  was  flain, 
 
 He  tailed  death  for  me  ! 
 Me  to  fave  from  endlefs  woe, 
 The  fin-atoning  victim  died  ! 
 Only  Jefus  may  I  know, 
 
 And  Jefus  crucified  ! 
 
 3  Here  may  I  fet  up  my  reft, 
 
 My.  fluctuating  heart 
 From  the  haven  of  his  breaft: 
 
 Shall  then  no  more  depart : 
 Whither  mould  a  finner  go  ? 
 His  wounds  for  me  fland  open  wide ; 
 Only  Jefus  may  I  know, 
 
 And  Jefus  crucified  ! 
 
 4  Him  to  know  is  life  and  peace, 
 
 And  pleafure  without  end; 
 This  is  all  my  happinefs 
 
 On  Jefus  to  depend; 
 Daily  in  his  grace  to  grow, 
 And  ever  in  his  faith  abide : 
 Only  Jefus  may  I  know, 
 
 And  Jefus  crucified  ! 
 
 KYMN 
 
(     '94    ) 
 
 HYMN        CXCIX. 
 
 i       ^T^URNING  to  my  reft  again, 
 X        The  Saviour  1  adore. 
 He  relieves  my  grief  and  pain, 
 And  bids  me  weep  no  more : 
 Rivers  of  Salvation  flow 
 From  out  his  head,  his  hands,  his  fide  ; 
 Only  Jefusmay  I  know, 
 And  Jefus  crucified. 
 
 z       Him  in  all  my  works  I  feek, 
 Who  hung  upon  the  tree  ; 
 On]y  of  his  love  I  fpeak, 
 
 Who  freely  died  for  me  : 
 While  I  fojourn  here  below, 
 Of  nothing  may  I  think  befide  ; 
 Only  Jefus  may  1  know, 
 And  Jefus  crucified. 
 
 3       Oh  that  I  could  all  invite, 
 
 This  faving  truth  to  prove  : 
 Shew  the  length,  and  breadth,  and  height, 
 
 And  depth  of  Jefu's  love! 
 Fain  I  would  to  finners  fhow 
 The  blood  by  faith  alone  applied  : 
 Only  Jefus  may  I  know, 
 And  Jefus  crucified. 
 
 hymn     cc. 
 
 i   TTOW  fhall  I  commend  the  grace 
 il     Which  all  with  me  may  prove  ; 
 Magnify  thy  mercy's  praife, 
 Thy  all -redeeming  love  ? 
 
 Oh! 
 
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 Oh  !  'tis  more  than  tongue  can  tell  t 
 Who  the  myftery  mall  explain  ? 
 
 Angels,  that  in  ftrength  excel, 
 Would  fearch  it  out  in  vain. 
 
 Far  above  their  nobleft  fongs, 
 
 Thy  glorious  mercies  rife  ; 
 Praife  fits  filent  on  their  tongues, 
 
 And  wonder  lulls  the  fkies  ! 
 Oh  !  might  I  with  them  be  one, 
 
 Loft  in  holy  rapture  fall ; 
 Caft  my  crown  before  thy  throne, 
 
 Thou  Lamb  that  died'ft  for  all. 
 
 hymn-        c  c  i . 
 Why  -jo  ill  ye  die,  0  Houfe  oflfrael.  Ezekiel  xviii.  3  1 , 
 
 1  QINNERS,  turn,  why  will  you  die  ? 
 O   God,  your  Maker,  afksyouwhy? 
 God,  who  did  your  being  give, 
 Made  you  with  himfelf  to  live. 
 
 He  the  fatal  caufe  demands, 
 Afks  the  work  of  his  own  hands, 
 Why,  ye  thanklefs  creatures,  why 
 Will  ye  crofs  his  love,  and  die  ? 
 
 2  Sinners  turn,  why  will  you  die  ? 
 God,  your  Saviour,  afks  you  why  : 
 God,  who  did  your  fouls  retrieve, 
 Died  himfelf  that  you  might  live, 
 Will  you  let  him  die  in  vain  ? 
 Crucify  your  Lord  again  ? 
 
 R  Why, 
 
(    "96    ) 
 
 Why,  ye  ranfom'd  Tinners,  why 
 Will  you  flight  his  grace  and  die  ? 
 
 3  Sinners-turn,  why  will  you  die  ? 
 God,  the  Spirit,  aiks  you  why  : 
 He,  who  all  your  lives  hath  ftrove, 
 Waits  to  manifeft  his  love. 
 
 Will  you  not  the  grace  receive  ? 
 Will  ye.u  flill  refufe  to  live  ? 
 Why,  ye  long-fought  Tinners,  why 
 Will  you  grieve  your  God  and  die  ? 
 
 4  Dead,  already  dead  within, 
 Spiritually  dead  in  Tin, 
 
 Dead  to  God  while  here  you  breathe, 
 Pant  ye  after  Tecond  death  ? 
 Will  you  ftill  in  Tin  remain, 
 Greedy  of  eternal  pain  ? 
 O  ye  dying  finners,  why, 
 Why  will  you  for  ever  die  ? 
 
 h  y  m  n      Cl.l. 
 
 *  '1/[7HAT  could  your  Redeemer  do 
 VV     More  than  he  hath  ddne  for  you  r 
 To  procure  your  peace  with  God, 
 Could  he  more  than  fhed  his  blood  ? 
 After  all  his  wafte  of  love, 
 All  his  drawings  from  above, 
 Why  will  you  your  Lord  deny  ? 
 Why  will  you  refolve  to  die  r 
 
 2  Turn,  he  cries,  ye  Tinners  turn : 
 By  his  life  your  God  hath  Tworn, 
 
 He 
 
(     '97     > 
 
 He  would  have  you  turn  and  live, 
 He  would  all  the  world  receive* 
 If  your  death  were  his  delight. 
 Would  he  you  to  life  invite  ? 
 Would  he  afk,  obteft,  and  cry, 
 Why  will  ye  refolve  to  die  ? 
 
 Sinners,  turn  while  God  is  near: 
 Dare  not  think  him  infmcere  : 
 Now,  even  now,  your  Saviour  Hands, 
 All  day  long  he  fpreads  his  hands ; 
 Cries,  ye  will  not  happy  be  ; 
 No,  ye  will  not  come  to  me  ! 
 Me,  who  life  to  none  deny  : 
 Why  will  you  refolve  to  die  ? 
 
 Can  ye  doubt  if  God  is  love  ! 
 If  to  all  his  bowels  move  ? 
 Will  ye  not  his  word  receive  ? 
 Will  ye  not  his  oath  believe  ? 
 See,  the  fuffering  God  appears  ! 
 Jefus  weeps  !   believe  his  tears  ! 
 Mingled  with  his  blood,  they  cry, 
 Why  will  you  refolve  to  die  ? 
 
 hymn      c  c  1 1 1 . 
 
 i    T  TOLY  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  Jefus,    fee  my  panting  breaft 
 See,  I  pant  in  thee  to  reft ! 
 R  2 
 
 R  2  Gladly 
 
(     *9*    ) 
 
 Gladly  would  I  now  be  clean ; 
 Cleanfe  me  now  from  every  fin. 
 
 5  Fix,  Oh    fix  my  wavering  mind  ; 
 To  thy  crofs  my  fpirit  bind; 
 Earthly  paflions  far  remove  : 
 Swallow  up  our  fouls  in  love. 
 
 4.  Duft  and  afhes  though  we  be, 
 Full  of  guilt  and  mifery, 
 Thine  we  are,  thou  Son  of  God  : 
 Take  the  purchafe  of  thy  blood  1 
 
 5  Who  in  heart  on  thee  believes, 
 He  the  atonement  now  receives  : 
 lie  with  joy  beholds  thy  face, 
 Triumphs  in  thy  pardoning  grace. 
 
 6  See,  ye  finners,  fee  the  flame 
 Rifmg  from  the  flaughter'd  Lamb  ; 
 Mark  the  new,  the  living  way, 
 Leading  to  eternal  day. 
 
 7  Jefus,   when  this  light  we  fee, 
 All  our  foul's  athirft  for  thee  : 
 
 When  thy  quickening  power  we  prove, 
 All  our  heart  diilblves  in  love. 
 
 8  Boundlefs  wifdom,  power  divine., 
 Love  unfpeakable  are  thine  ! 
 Praife  by  all  to  thee  be  given, 
 Sons  of  earth,  and  hofts  of  heaven. 
 
 HYMN 
 
(     '99    ) 
 
 HYMN         CCIV. 
 
 Is  there  no  Balm  in  Gikad  ?     Jer.  viii.   22. 
 
 i   X7ES,  there  is,  moft  holy  God, 
 JL       Balm,  abundant  balm  in  thee, 
 Rivers  of  atoning  blood, 
 
 Streams  of  living  purity  ! 
 Pour  the  blood  upon  my  foul 
 
 Plunge  me  in  the  cleanfing  wave, 
 Clofe  my  wounds,  and  make  me  whole. 
 Shew  forth  all  thy  fkill  to  fave. 
 
 a  Thee  I  feek,  my  pardoning  Lord, 
 
 Waits  my  longing  foul  for  thee  : 
 Oh  be  mindful  of  thy  word, 
 
 Oh  be  merciful  to  me  ; 
 On  my  heart  thy  goodnefs  feal, 
 
 Bid  me  in  thy  image  rife, 
 Mounted  on  thy  holy  hill, 
 
 Ravifh'd  thence  to  paradife. 
 
 HYMN        CCV. 
 
 I    TESUS,   my  life,  thyfelf  apply, 
 ■  J      Thy  holy  fpirit  breathe  9 
 My  vile  affeftions  crucify, 
 Conform  me  td  thy  death. 
 
 *  Conqueror  of  hell,  and  earth,  and  fin, 
 Still  with  thy  rebel  ftrive ; 
 Enter  my  foul,  and  work  within, 
 And  kill,  and  make  alive  ! 
 
 R  3  1  Mors 
 
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 re  of  thy  life,  and  more  I  have, 
 i  Adam  dies  : 
 ..viour,  in  thy  grave, 
 Thr:  thee  may  rife. 
 
 4  Reign  in  me,  Lord,  thy  foes  control 
 .  j  would  not  own  thy  (Way ; 
 Diftufe  thy  image  through  my  foul, 
 Shine  to  the  perfect  day. 
 
 ttei  :    :  '    1  remains  of  fin, 
 
 a]  me  thy  abode  ; 
 Oh  !  make  me  glorious  all  within, 
 A  temple  buiit  by  God. 
 
 H  Y  M  K         CCVv 
 
 'F 
 
 OREYER  here  my  reft  (hall  be, 
 (e  to  thy  bleeding  fide  ; 
 neve,  and  ail  my  plea, 
 -  ivioor  died  ! 
 
 2  V;       ing  ;      -.ur  and  my  God, 
 
 Fou 
 
 tb  thy  bk  ' 
 And  cleanfe,  and  keep  me  clean. 
 
 3  V.'afh  me,  aj  me  thus  thy  c 
 
 [fa  me,  a:  .ou  art  : 
 
 a fh  me,  but  .   t  alone, 
 
 My  hands,  my  head,  my  heart. 
 
v        2CI        ) 
 
 :  of  thy  bl 
 
 Till  hope  in  full  : 
 And  all  mv  foul  be  love. 
 
 a  y  mm      cc- 
 
 IX  God  we  pur  our  truft ; 
 If  we  our  fins  con 
 
 Faithful  he  is,  and  j ...: 
 From  all  unrighteoufnefs 
 To  cleanfe  us  all,  hot'-;  me, 
 
 We  lhali  from  all  our  fins 
 
 Surely  in  us  the  hope 
 
 Of  glory  lhall  appear  ; 
 Sinners,  your  heads  lift  up, 
 .mption  near ; 
 .  .     ice  with  me, 
 We  lhall  from  all  our  fins  be  free. 
 
 Who  Jefu's  furTerings  ihare', 
 My  fellow  pi  n  jw, 
 
 Ve  foon  the  wreath  ihall  w 
 O:  imphant  bro. 
 
 Rejoice  in  hope,  rejoice  with  me, 
 We  lhall  from  our  fins  be  free. 
 
 :  is  fure, 
 And  never  can  rem 
 We  lhall  in  heart  be  pure 
 And  perfected  in  love  ; 
 Rejoice  in  hope,  rejoice  with  me, 
 We  lhall  from  all  our  fins  be  free. 
 
 Then 
 
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 5       Then  let  us  gladly  bring 
 
 Our  facrifice  of  praife, 
 
 Let  us  give  thanks  and  fing, 
 
 And  glory  in  his  grace  ; 
 
 Rejoice  in  hope,  rejoice  with  me, 
 
 We  fhall  from  all  our  fins  be  free. 
 
 HYMN        CVIII. 
 
 Faith  in  Chriji  our  Sacrifice.     Heb.  x.  4.,  10. 
 
 i    TVfOT  all  the  blood  of  beads 
 
 X^l    On  Jewifh  altars  flain, 
 Could  give  the  guilty  confcience  peace, 
 
 Or  wafh  away  the  flain. 
 
 2  But  Chrift,  the  heavenly  Lamb, 
 Takes  all  our  fins  away  ; 
 
 A  facrifice  of  nobler  name, 
 And  richer  blood  than  they. 
 
 3  My  faith  would  lay  her  hand 
 On  that  dear  head  of  thine, 
 
 When  like  a  penitent  I  fland, 
 And  there  confefs  my  fin. 
 
 4  My  foul  looks  back  to  fee 
 The  burdens  thou  didil  bear, 
 
 When  hanging  on  the  fhameful  tree, 
 And  hopes  her  guilt  was  there. 
 
 5  Believing,  we  rejoice 
 
 To  fee  the  curfe  remove  ; 
 We  blefs  the  Lamb  with  cheerful  voice, 
 And  fmg  his  bleeding  love. 
 
 HYMX 
 
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 HYMN        CCIX. 
 
 i    O0ME,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  fongs 
 \^j  With  angels  round  the  throne, 
 Ten  thoufand  thoufand  are  their  tongues, 
 But  all  their  joys  are  one. 
 
 z  Worthy  the  Lamb  that  died,  they  cry, 
 To  be  exalted  thus  ; 
 Worthy  the  Lamb,  our  hearts  reply, 
 For  he  was  {lain  for  us. 
 
 3  Jefus  is  worthy  to  receive 
 
 Honour  and  power  divine  ; 
 And  bleflings  more  than  we  can  giv? 
 Be,  Lord,  for  ever  thine. 
 
 ^  The  whole  creation  join  in  one, 
 To  blefs  the  facred  name 
 Of  him  that  fits  upon  the  throne, 
 And  to  adore  the  Lamb. 
 
 HYMN         CCX, 
 
 i   T~>ROM  all  that  dwell  below  the  flues, 
 JP    Let  the  Creator's  praife  arife; 
 Let  the  Redeemer's  name  be  fung, 
 Through  every  land,  by  every  tongue. 
 
 2  Eternal  are  thy  mercies,  Lord, 
 Eternal  truth  attends  thy  word  ; 
 Thy  praife  mail  found  from  fhore  to  more, 
 'Till  funs  mall  rife  and  fet  no  more. 
 
 3  Your 
 
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 3  Your  lofty  themes,  ye  mortals,  bring, 
 In  fongs  of  praife  divinely  fing  ; 
 The  great  falvation  loud  proclaim, 
 And  fhout  for  joy  the  Saviour's  name  : 
 
 4  In  every  land  begin  the  fong, 
 To  every  land  the  Arams  belong  ; 
 In  cheerful  founds  all  voices  raife, 
 And  fill  the  world  with  loudeft  praife. 
 
 HYMN        CCXI. 
 
 I      A   LMIGHTY  Lord,  moft  merciful, 
 J[\.  Thefe  thanks   unfeign'd,  thefe  vows 
 receive  ; 
 
 Thou,  who  when  bath'd  in  tears  I  lay, 
 Didft  hear,  and  quickly  me  relieve. 
 
 Chorus.  Great  God  from  all  eternity, 
 Oh  may  pur  prayers  afcend  to  thee. 
 
 2  Plung'd  deep  in  woe,  of  hope  bereft, 
 Deftru&ion  threaten'd  me  around, 
 
 Remorfe  was  mine,  and  black  defpair,   , 
 And  I  no  ray  of  comfort  found. 
 
 Great  God,  fcfr. 
 
 3  For  ever  Oh  recorded  be 
 
 The  moment  when  thy  grace  beftow'd, 
 Through  Chrift,  the  fight  of  pardoning  love, 
 And  led  me  to  this  bleft  abode. 
 
 Great  God,  fcfr. 
 
 a.  Siruce 
 
(     *°5     ) 
 
 4  Since  treading  virtue's  facred  paths 
 
 Alone  fecures  the  mind's  content, 
 May  the  remainder  of  my  days 
 
 In  ferving  thee  be  always  fpent. 
 
 Chorus.     Great  God  from  all  eternity, 
 Oh  may  our  prayers  afcend  to  thee. 
 
 HYMN        CCX{K 
 
 *This  do  in  remembrance  of  me.  I  Cor.  xi.  24. 
 
 1  T~*  AT,  drink,  in  memory  of  your  friend ; 
 JPy   An  eafy  tafk  injoins  our  Lord  ; 
 Who  death  and  tortures  bore,  that  we 
 Might  be  to  endlefs  blifs  reftor'd. 
 
 2  Yes,  we'll  record  thy  matchlefs  love, 
 Thou  deareft,  tenderer!:,  beft  of  friends; 
 Thy  dying  love  the  nobleft  praife 
 
 Of  long  eternity  tranfcends. 
 
 3  'Tis  pleafure  more  than  earth  can  give, 
 Thy  beauties  through  thefe  veils  to  fee  ; 
 Thy  table  food  celeftial  yields, 
 
 And  happy  they  who  feaft  with  thee. 
 
 4  But  Oh  what  vaft  tranfporting  joys, 
 Shall  fwell  our  breafts,  our  tongues  infpire, 
 When  we  his  fweet  majeftic  form, 
 
 With  proftrate  cherubs,  fhall  admire  ! 
 
 5  When  thefe  vile  bodies  all  refin'd, 
 Perfect  and  glorious  as  his  own, 
 Unwearied  mall  our  minds  obey, 
 And  join  to  make  his  favours  known  ! 
 
 HYMN 
 
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 H    Y  M  N  C  C  X 1 1  I . 
 
 1  T*NEEP  in  our  breaft  let  us  record 
 1  J  The  ftory  of  our  dying  Lord  ; 
 As  we  his  kind  memorials  view, 
 Our  wonder  and  our  fongs  renew. 
 
 2  Prevent  me,  O  almighty  grace ! 
 
 Nor  let  me  e'er  fo  treacherous  prove, 
 
 To  crucify  my  Lord  afrefh, 
 
 And  render  hate  from  all  his  love. 
 
 hymn       ccxiv. 
 
 i    T  TAIL   facred  feaft,  which  Jefus  makes, 
 X  JL      Memorial  of  his  nefh  and  blood  ! 
 Thrice  happy  he,  who  here  partakes 
 That  facred  ftream,  that  heavenly  food  ! 
 
 2  Why  are  fuch  bleflings  all  in  vain 
 Before  unwilling  hearts  difplay'd  ? 
 Was  not  for  us  the  Victim  flaih  ? 
 ATe  we  forbid  the  children's  bread  ? 
 
 3  Oh  let  thy  table  honour  d  be, 
 
 And  furnifh'd  well  with  joyful  guefts ; 
 
 Let  every  foul  falvation  fee, 
 
 That  here  it's  facred  pledges  taftes  ! 
 
 4  Revive  thy  dying  churches,  Lord, 
 And  bid  our  drooping  graces  live ; 
 And  now  that  energy  afford, 
 Which  J efu's  love  alone  can  give. 
 
 HYMN 
 
(     *97     ) 
 
 n  Y  M  N      ccxv. 
 
 i   /"^\LTR  Spirits  join  to  adore  the  Lamb  ; 
 V_y   Oh  that  our  feeble  lips  could  move 
 In  ftrains  exalted  as  his  name, 
 And  melting  as  his  dying  love  1 
 
 2  Was  ever  equal  pity  found  ? 
 
 The  Prince  of  heaven  refigns  his  breath, 
 And  pours  his  life  out  on  the  ground, 
 To  fave  us  from  eternal  death. 
 
 3  In  vain  our  mortal  voices  drive 
 To  fpeak  companion  fo  divine  ; 
 Had  we  a  thoufand  iives  to  give, 
 
 A  thoufand  lives  fhould  all  be  thine, 
 
 H  Y  M  N        CCXV  I. 
 
 1  A    T  thy  command,  our  deareft  Lord, 
 J~\_  We  here  attend  thy  dying  feaft ; 
 The  bread  thy  broken  body  fhows, 
 The  wine  thy  blood  ihed  for  each  gueft. 
 
 2  Our  faith  adores  thy  bleeding  love, 
 And  trufts  for  life  in  one  that  died  ; 
 We  hope  for  heavenly  crowns  above, 
 From  a  Redeemer  crucified. 
 
 3  Let  the  vain  world  pronounce  it  fhaine, 
 And  fling  their  fcandals  on  thy  caufe  ; 
 We  come  to  boaft  our  Saviour's  name, 
 And  make  our  triumphs  in  his  crofs. 
 
 S  1  With 
 
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 4  With  joy  we  tell  the  fcoffing  age, 
 He  that  was  dead  hath  left  the  tomb  ; 
 He  lives  above  their  utmoft  rage, 
 And  we  are  waiting  till  he  come. 
 
 HYMN      ccxvu. 
 
 t        A   ND  can  we  call  to  mind 
 
 jLJL     The  Lamb  for  finners  (lain, 
 And  not  expect  to  find 
 What  he  for  us  did  gain, 
 What  God  to  us  in  him  hath  given, 
 Pardon,  and  holinefs,  and  heaven  ? 
 
 t    We  now  forgivenefs  have, 
 
 We  feel  his  work  begun, 
 And  he  mall  fully  fave, 
 
 And  perfect  us  in  one, 
 Shall  foon  in  all  his  image  dreft 
 Receive  us  to  the  marriage-feaft. 
 
 j     This  token  of  thy  love 
 We  thankfully  receive, 
 And  hence  with  joy  remove 
 With  thee  in  heaven  to  live, 
 There,  Lord,  we  fhall  thy  pledge  reftore, 
 And  live  to  praife  thee  evermore. 
 
 HYMN        CCXV1II 
 
 E 
 
 TERNAL  Spirit  gone  up  on  high, 
 Blefiings  for  mortals  to  receive, 
 
 Send 
 
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 Send  down  thofe  bleflings  from  the  fky 
 To  us  thy  gifts  and  graces  give  ; 
 
 With  holy  things  our  mouths  are  fill'd, 
 Oh  let  our  hearts  with  joy  o'erftow  ; 
 
 Defc.end  in  pardoning  love  reveal'd, 
 And  meet  us  in  thy  courts  below. 
 
 2  Thy  facrifice  without  the  gate 
 
 Once  offer'd  up  we  call  to  mind, 
 And  humbly  at  thy  altar  wait, 
 
 Our  intereft  in  thy  death  to  find  : 
 We  thirft  to  drink  thy  precious  blood, 
 
 We  languifh  in  thy  wounds  to  reft, 
 And  hunger  for  immortal  food, 
 
 And  long  on  all  thy  love  to  feaft. 
 
 3  Oh  that  we  now  thy  fleih  may  eat, 
 
 It's  virtue  really  receive, 
 Impower'd  by  this  immortal  meat 
 
 The  life  of  holinefs  to  live  : 
 Partakers  of  thy  facrifice, 
 
 Oh  may  we  all  thy  nature  mare, 
 Till  to  the  holieft  place  we  rife, 
 
 And  keep  the  feaft  for  ever  there. 
 
 G 
 
 hymn      ccxix. 
 
 IVE  us,  O  Lord,  the  children's  bread, 
 By  minifterial  angels  fed, 
 (The  angels  of  thy  church  b^low) 
 Nouriih  us  with  preferving  grace 
 Our  forty  years,  or  forty  days, 
 
 And  lead  us  through  the  vale  of  woz. 
 
 S  2  2  Strengthened 
 
(  m  ) 
 
 Strengthened  by  this  immortal  food, 
 Oh  let  us  reach  the  mount  of  God, 
 
 And  face  to  face  our  Saviour  fee  : 
 In  fongsofpraife,  and  love,  and  joy, 
 With  all  thy  firft-born  fons  employ 
 
 An  happy,  whole  eternity. 
 
 HYMN       CCXX. 
 
 SURELY  now  the  prayer  he  hears : 
 Faith  prefents  the  crucified  ! 
 Lo  !  the  wounded  Lamb  appears, 
 
 Pierc'd  his  feet,  his  hands,  his  fide  ; 
 Hangs  our  hope  on  yonder  tree, 
 Hangs,  and  bleeds  to  death  for  me  ! 
 
 hymn      ccxxi. 
 
 Subjcflion  to   Christ. 
 
 8    TESUS,  to  thee  my  heart  I  bow; 
 
 J    Strange  flames  far  from  my  foul  remove 
 Faireft  among  ten  thoufand  thou, 
 Be  thou  my  Lord,  my  life,  my  love. 
 
 2  All  heaven  thou  fill'ft  with  pure  defire  : 
 Oh  mine  upon  my  frozen  breaft; 
 With  facred  love  my  heart  infpire, 
 And  let  me  thy  hid  fweetnefs  tafte. 
 
 3  I  fee  thy  garments  roll'd  in  blood, 
 
 Thy  flreaming  head,  thy  hand,  thy  fide 
 
 All 
 
(       2H       ) 
 
 All  hail,  thou  fuffering,  conquering  God  ! 
 Now  man  mall  live,  for  God  hath  died  ! 
 
 4  Oh  kill  in  me  the  rebel  fin, 
 
 And  triumph  o'er  my  willing  breaft; 
 Reftore  thy  image,  Lord,  therein, 
 And  lead  me  to  thy  Father's  reft. 
 
 5  Let  earthly  loves  be  far  away  ! 
 
 Saviour  be  thou  my  love  alone  ; 
 No  more  may  mine  ufurp  the  fway, 
 But  in  me  thy  great  will  be  done. " 
 
 6  O  thou  true  witnefs,  fpotlefs  Lamb! 
 
 All  things  for  thee  I  count  but  lofs ; 
 My  fole  defire,  my  conftant  aim, 
 My  only  glory  be  thy  crofs  t 
 
 HYMN        CCXXIK 
 
 The  Wwld h  ct-ucifijd unto  mi*      Gal.  vi.  14, 
 
 t   "I  T7HEN  I  furvey  the  wonderous  crofs 
 VV     On  which  the  Prince  of  glory  died, 
 My  richer!  gain  I  count  but  lofs, 
 
 And  pour  contempt  on  all  my  pride. 
 
 2  Forbid  it,  Lord,  that  I  mould  boaft, 
 
 Save  in  the  death  of  Chrift,  my  God  ; 
 All  the  vain  things  which  charm  me  moft 
 I  facrifice  to  Jefu's  blood. 
 
 3  See  from  his  head,  his  hands,  his  fttt, 
 
 Sorrow  and  love  now  mingled  down  ! 
 
 S  j  Did 
 
(      2>2      ) 
 
 Did  e'er  fuch  love  and  forrow  meet. 
 Or  thorns  compofe  fo  rich  a  crown  ? 
 
 4  Were  the  whole  realm  of  nature  mine, 
 That  were  a  prefent  far  toofmall  ; 
 Love  fo  amazing,  fo  divine, 
 
 Demands  my  foul,  my  life,  my  all. 
 
 H  Y  M  N         CXXI1I. 
 
 He  is  altogether  lovely.     Sol.  Song  v.  16. 
 
 i   *  1  MIE  wondering  world  inquires  to  know 
 JL      Why  I  mould  love  my  Jefus  fo  r 
 All  human  beauties,  all  divine, 
 In  him  alone  unite  and  mine. 
 
 2  His  countenance  more  graceful  is 
 Than  Lebanon,  with  all  it's  trees ; 
 And  glory,  like  a  crown,  adorns 
 Thofe  temples  once  befet  with  thorns. 
 
 3  Compaflions  in  his  heart  are  found, 
 Hard  by  the  fignals  of  his  wound  : 
 His  facred  fide  no  more  mail  bear 
 The  cruel  fcourge,  the  piercing  fpear. 
 
 4  His  heavenly  hands  upon  the  tree 
 Were  nail'd,  and  torn,  and  bled  for  me  : 
 And  when  I  faint,  he  o'er  my  head 
 The  banner  of  his  love  will  fpread. 
 
 5  Though  once  he  bow'd  his  feeble  knees, 
 Loaded  with  fins  and  agonies ; 
 
 Now 
 
(      2I3       ) 
 
 Now  at  his  feet  the  feraphs  ftand, 
 And  wait  to  know  his  high  command, 
 
 6  All  over  glorious  is  my  Lord ; 
 Mull  he  belov'd,  and  yet  ador'd  : 
 His  worth  if  all  the  nations  knew, 
 Sure  the  whole  earth  would  love  him  too  ! 
 
 hymn     ccxxiv. 
 
 Ye  are  made  nigh  by  the  Blood  of  Chrift.    Eph.  ii.  1 3 
 
 1    /^\F  him  who  did  falvation  bring, 
 \J  Oh  may  we  ever  think  and  iing  ; 
 Arife,  ye  guilty,  he'll  forgive, 
 Arife,  ye  needy,  he'll  relieve. 
 
 ^  Afk  but  his  grace,  and  lo !  'tis  given  ; 
 Afk,  and  he  turns  your  hell  to  heaven  : 
 Though  fm  and  forrow  wound  my  foul, 
 J  efus,  thy  balm  will  make  it  whole. 
 
 3  To  cleanfe  from  fin  he  fhed  his  blood, 
 He  died  to  bring  us  near  to  God  ; 
 Let  all  the  world  fall  down,  and  know 
 That  none  but  God  fuch  love  could  fhow. 
 
 4  Infatiate  to  this  fpring  I  fly  ; 
 
 I  drink,  and  yet  am  ever  dry  : 
 
 Ah  !  who  againft  his  charms  is  proof  ! 
 
 Ah !  who  that  loves  can  love  enough. 
 
 HYMN 
 
(    *H    ) 
 
 HYMN  CCXXV. 
 
 Chriji    on    the  Cro/s. 
 
 i    X^iOME^Holy  Ghoft,  fet  to  thy  feal, 
 \^j  Thy  inward  witnefs  give, 
 To  ill  our  waiting  fouls  reveal 
 The  death  by  which  we  live. 
 
 i  Spectators  of  the  pangs  divine 
 Oh  that  we  now  may  be, 
 Difcerning  in  the  facred  fign 
 His  paflion  on  the  tree. 
 
 3  Give  us  to  understand  the  found 
 
 Which  told  his  mortal  pain, 
 Tore  up  the  graves,  and  fhook  the  ground. 
 And  rent  the  rocks  in  twain. 
 
 4  Repeat  the  Saviour's  dying  cry, 
 
 In  every  heart  fo  loud, 
 That  every  heart  may  now  reply, 
 "  This  was  the  Son  of  God  1" 
 
 HYMN         CCXXV  I. 
 
 i    1       ET  Him,   to  whom  we  now  belong, 
 I   j  His  fovereign  right  affert, 
 And  take  up  every  thankful  fong, 
 And  every  loving  heart. 
 
 He  juftly  claims  us  for  his  own 
 Who  bought  us  with  a  price  j 
 
 The 
 
<     2i5     ) 
 
 The  Chriftian  lives  to  Chrift  alone, 
 To  Chrift  alone  he  dies. 
 
 3  Jefus,  thy  own  at  laft  receive, 
 
 Fulfil  our  heart's  defire; 
 
 And  let  us  to  thy  glory  live, 
 
 And  in  thy  caufc  expire. 
 
 4  Our  fouls  and  bodies  we  refign, 
 
 With  joy  we  render  thee 
 Our  all,  no  longer  ours  but  thine 
 To  all  eternity  ! 
 
 hymn      ccxxvn. 
 
 1  TTAPPY  the  fouls  to  Jefus  join'd, 
 JfX   -And  fav'd  by  grace  alone  ; 
 Walking  in  all  his  ways,  they  find 
 
 Their  heaven  on  earth  begun. 
 
 2  The  church  triumphant  in  thy  love, 
 
 Their  mighty  joys  we  know  ; 
 They  fing  the  Lamb  in  hymns  above, 
 And  we  in  hymns  below. 
 
 3  Thee  in  thy  glorious  realms  they  praife. 
 
 And  bow  before  thy  throne  ! 
 We  in  the  kingdom  of  thy  grace  j 
 The  kingdoms  are  but  one. 
 
 4  The  holy  to  the  holieft  leads  ;    • 
 
 From  thence  our  fpirits  rife  : 
 And  he,  that  in  thy  ftatutes  treads, 
 Shall  meet  thee  in  the  fkies. 
 
 HYMN 
 
i   2>6   ) 
 
 HYMN       CCXXVII1. 
 
 2    A^OD  of  all-redeeming  grace, 
 VJT  By  thy  pardoning  love  compelPd, 
 Up  to  Thee  our  fouls  we  raife. 
 Up  to  thee  our  bodies  yield. 
 
 2  Thou  our  facrifice  receive, 
 
 Acceptable  through  thy  Son, 
 While  to  Thee  alone  we  live, 
 While  we  die  to  Thee  alone. 
 
 3  Juft  it  is,  and  good,  and  right, 
 
 That  we  fhould  be  wholly  thine, 
 In  thy  only  Will  delight, 
 Jn  thy  blefTed  fervice  join. 
 
 4  Oh  that  every  thought  and  word 
 
 Might  proclaim  how  good  thou  art, 
 Holinefs  unto  the  Lord 
 
 Still  be  written  on  our  heart. 
 
 hymn     ccxxix. 
 
 THOU  very  pafchal  lamb, 
 Whofe  blood  for  us  was  fhed, 
 Through  whom  we  out  of  Egypt  came ; 
 Thy  ranfom'd  people  lead. 
 
 Angel  of  gofpel  grace, 
 Fulfil  thy  character, 
 To  guard  and  feed  the  chofen  race, 
 In  Ifrael's  camp  appear. 
 
 2  Throughout 
 
(      2I7      ) 
 
 Throughout  the  defart-way 
 Conduct  us  by  thy  light, 
 Be  thou  a  cooling  cloud  by  day, 
 A  cheering  fire  by  night. 
 
 Our  fainting  fouls  fuftain, 
 With  bleflings  from  above, 
 And  ever  on  thy  people  rain 
 The  manna  of  thy  love. 
 
 hymn       ccxxx. 
 
 I    QEIZ'D  by  the  rage  of  finful  man, 
 
 i5  I  fee  him  bound,  and  bruis'd,  and  (lain, 
 
 'Tis  done,  the  martyr  dies  ! 
 His  life  to  ranfom  ours  is  given, 
 And  lo  !  the  nerceft  fire  of  heaven 
 Confumes  the  facrince. 
 
 z  He  fuffers  both  from  man  and  God, 
 He  bears  the  univerfal  load 
 
 Of  guilt  and  mifery  ; 
 He  fuffers  to  reverfe  our  doom  ; 
 And  lo  !  my  Lord  is  here  become 
 
 The  bread  of  life  to  me  ! 
 
 HYMN         CCXXXI. 
 
 l    /^V  Thou  eternal  Victim,  flain, 
 \J   A  facrifice  for  guilty  man, 
 By  the  eternal  Spirit  made 
 An  offering  in  the  fuiner's  flead, 
 
 Our 
 
(     *i8    ) 
 
 Our  everlafting  prieft  art  thou, 
 
 And  plead 'ft  thy  death  for  finners  now. 
 
 2  Thy  offering  ftill  continues  new, 
 Thy  vefture  keeps  it's  bloody  hue, 
 Thou  ftand'ft  the  ever  flaughter'd  Lamb, 
 Thy  priefthood  ftill  remains  the  fame, 
 Thy  years,  O  God,  can  never  fail, 
 
 Thy  goodnefs  is  unchangeable. 
 
 3  Oh  that  our  faith  may  never  move, 
 But  ftand  unfhaken  as  thy  love, 
 Sure  evidence  of  things  unfeen, 
 Now  let  it  pafs  the  years  between, 
 And  view  thee  bleeding  on  the  tree, 
 My  God,  who  dies  for  me,  for  me  ! 
 
 hymn       ccxxxu. 
 
 i   f^\  Thou  who  hanging  on  the  crofs, 
 V/   Didft  buy  our  pardon  with  thy  blood, 
 Canft  thou  not  ftill  maintain  our  caufe, 
 
 And  nil  us  with  the  life  of  God, 
 Blefs  with  the  bkflings  of  thy  throne, 
 And  perfect  all  our  fouls  in  one  ? 
 
 2  Lo,  on  thy  bloody  facrifice 
 
 For  all  our  graces  we  depend  ! 
 Supported  by  thy  crofs  arife, 
 
 To  finifh'd  holinefs  afcend, 
 And  gain  on  earth  the  mountain's  height, 
 And  then  faluteour  friends  in  light.  | 
 
 HYMN 
 
(     2'9     ) 
 
 HYMN  CCXXXIII. 
 
 i   y~v  GOD  of  our  forefathers,  hear, 
 
 \^J  And  make  thy  faithful  mercies  known; 
 To  thee,  through  Jefus,  we  draw  near, 
 
 Thy  fuffering  well-beloved  Son : 
 In  whom  thy  fmiling  face  we  fee  ; 
 In  whom  thou  art  well-pleas'd  with  me, 
 
 z  With  folemn  faith  we  offer  up, 
 
 And  fpread  before  thy  glorious  eyes, 
 That  only  ground  of  all  our  hope, 
 
 That  precious,  bleeding  facrifice, 
 Which  brings  thy  grace  on  finners  down, 
 And  perfects  all  our  fouls  in  one. 
 
 3  Acceptance  through  his  only  name, 
 
 Forgivenefs  in  his  blood  we  have  ; 
 But  more  abundant  life  we  claim 
 
 Through  him  who  died  our  fouls  to  fave  J 
 To  fan&ify  us  by  his  blood, 
 And  fill  with  all  the  life  of  God. 
 
 4  Father,  behold  thy  dying  Son, 
 
 And  hear  the  blood  that  fpeaks  above, 
 On  us  let  all  thy  grace  be  fhown, 
 
 Peace,  righreoufnefs,  and  joy,  and  love  ; 
 Thy  kingdom  come  to  every  heart, 
 And  all  thou  haft,  and  all  thou  art. 
 
 HYMN  CCXXXIV. 
 
 'AH. 
 
 give  me,  Lord,  my  fins  to  mourn, 
 My  fins  which  have  thy  body  torn  ; 
 
 T  Give 
 
(       220       ) 
 
 Give  me  with  broken  heart  to  fee 
 Thy  laft  tremendous  agony  : 
 There  wept  for  me  the  Son  of  God  ; 
 "Who  bought  my  pardon  with  his  blood. 
 
 Oh  could  I  gain  the  mountain's  height, 
 And  look  upon  that  piteous  fight  ! 
 Oh  that  with  Salem's  daughters  I 
 Might  (land  and  fee  my  Saviour  die  ; 
 Smite  on  my  breaft  and  inly  mourn, 
 But  never  from  thy  crofs  return! 
 
 H  Y  M  N        CCXXXV. 
 
 Sacrament  a  Sign  and  Means  of  Grace. 
 
 i    YESUS,  at  whofe  fupreme  command, 
 J   We  thus  approach  to  God, 
 Before  us  in  thy  vcfture  ftand, 
 Thy  vefture  dipt  in  blood. 
 
 2  Obedient  to  thy  gracious  word 
 
 We  break  the  bailow'd.  bread, 
 Commemorate  thee,  our  dying  Lord, 
 And  truil  on  thee  to  feed. 
 
 3  Now,  Saviour,  now  thy felf  reveal, 
 
 And  make  thy  nature  known, 
 Affix  the  facramental  feal, 
 And  ftamp  us  for  thy  own. 
 
 4  The  tokens  of  thy  dying  love 
 
 Oh  let  us  all  receive, 
 
 And 
 
(       221        ) 
 
 And  feel  the  quickening  fpirit  move, 
 And  fenfibly  believe. 
 
 5  The  cup  of  blefling,  bled  by  thee, 
 
 Let  it  thy  blood  impart ; 
 The  bread  thy  myftic  body  be, 
 And  cheer  each  languid  heart. 
 
 6  The  grace  which  fure  falvation  brings 
 
 Let  us  herewith  receive  ; 
 Satiate  the  hungry  with  good  things, 
 The  hidden  manna  give. 
 
 7  The  living  bread  fent  down  from  heaven 
 
 In  us  vouchfafe  to  be  : 
 Thy  flefh  for  all  the  world  is  given, 
 And  all  may  live  by  thee. 
 
 8  Now,  Lord,  on  us  thy  flefh  bellow 
 
 And  let  us  drink  thy  blood, 
 Till  all  our  fouls  are  fill'd  below, 
 With  all  the  life  of  God. 
 
 H  Y  If  N  CCXXXVI. 
 
 JESUS,  dear  redeeming  Lord, 
 Magnify  thy  dying  word, 
 In  thy  ordinance  appear, 
 Come,  and  meet  thy  followers  here. 
 
 In  the  rite  thou  haft  enjoy  n'd 
 Let  us  now  our  Saviour  find, 
 Drink  thy  blood  for  finners  fhed, 
 Tafte  thee  in  the  broken  bread. 
 
 T  2  *  Thou 
 
(       222       ) 
 
 3  Thou  our  faithful  hearts  prepare, 
 Thou  thy  pardoning  grace  declare, 
 Thou  who  haft:  for  finners  died, 
 Shew  thyfelf  the  crucified  ! 
 
 4  All  the  power  of  fin  remove, 
 Fill  us  with  thy  perfect  love, 
 Stamp  us  with  the  flamp  divine, 
 Seal  our  fouls  for  ever  thine. 
 
 HYMN  CCXXXVII, 
 
 j    T    ORD  of  life,  thy  followers  fee 
 I  j  Hungering,  thirfling  after  thee, 
 At  thy  facred  table  feed, 
 Nourifh  us  with  living  bread. 
 
 2  Cheer  us  with  immortal  wine, 
 Heavenly  fuftenance  divine, 
 Grant  us  now  a  frelh  fupply, 
 Now  relieve  us,  or  we  die* 
 
 HYMN  CCXXXVIII. 
 
 r   S~\  Thou  pafcnal  Lamb  of  God, 
 \Jr   Feed  us  with  thy  fleih  and  blood, 
 Life  and  ftrengththy  death  fupplies, 
 Feaft  us  on  thy  facrifice. 
 
 2  Quicken  our  dead  fouls  again, 
 Then  our  living  fouls  fuftain, 
 Then  in  us  thy  life  keep  up, 
 Then  confirm  our  faith  and  hope. 
 
 3  Still, 
 
5  Still,  O  Lord,  our  ftrength  repair, 
 Till  renew'd  in  love  we  are, 
 Till  thy  utmoit.  grace  we  prove, 
 All  thy  life  of  perfed  love. 
 
 HYMN        CCXXXIX. 
 
 1  A    MAZING  myftery  of  love  ! 
 jt\_  While  potting  to  eternal  pain, 
 God  faw  his  rebels  from  above, 
 
 And  ftoop'd  into  a  mortal  man. 
 
 2  His  mercy  caft  a  pitying  look, 
 
 By  love,  meer  caufelefs  love  inclin'd, 
 Our  guilt  and  punimmc-nt  he  took, 
 -  And  died  a  Victim  for  mankind. 
 
 3  His  blood  procur'd  our  life  and  peace, 
 
 And  quench'd  the  wrath  of  hoftile  heaven; 
 J  uftice  gave  way  to  our  releafe, 
 
 And  God  hath  all  my  fins  forgiven. 
 
 x  Jefus,  our  pardon  we  receive, 
 
 The  purchafe  of  that  blood  of  thine, 
 And  now  begin  by  grace  to  live, 
 
 And  breathe  the  breath  of  life  divine. 
 
 H  Y  M  R        CCXL. 
 
 WORTHY  the  Lamb  of  endlefs  praife, 
 Whofe  double  life  we  here  fliall  prove, 
 The  pardoning  and  the  hallowing  giace, 
 The  childlike  and  the  perfect  love. 
 
 T  3  2  W» 
 
(       "4      ) 
 
 2  We  here  mall  gain  our  calling's  prize, 
 
 The  gift  unfpeakable  receive, 
 And  higher'ftill  in  death  arife, 
 And  all  the  life  of  glory  live. 
 
 3  To  make  our  right  and  title  fure, 
 
 Our  dying  Lord  himfelf  hath  given; 
 His  facriflce  did  all  procure, 
 
 Pardon,  and  holinefs,  and  heaven. 
 
 4  Our  life  of  grace  we  here  (hall  feel, 
 
 Shed  in  oar  loving  hearts  abroad, 
 Till  Chrift  our  glorious  life  reveal, 
 Long  hidden  with  himfelf  in  God. 
 
 5  Come,  dear  Redeemer  of  mankind, 
 
 We  long  thy  open  face  to  fee, 
 Appear,  and  all  who  feek  fhall  find 
 Their  blifs  confummated  in  thee. 
 
 6  Thy  prefence  fhall  the  cloud  difpart, 
 
 Thy  prefence  fhall  the  life  difplay, 
 Then,  then  our  all  in  all  thou  art, 
 Our  fulnefs  of  eternal  day  ! 
 
 H  Y  MN  CCXLI. 
 
 AUTHOR  of  life  divine, 
 Who  haft  a  tabie  fpread, 
 Furnifh'd  with  myftic  wine 
 And  everlafting  bread, 
 Preferve  the  life  which  thou  haft  given, 
 And  feed,  and  train  us  up  for  heaven. 
 
 2  Our 
 
(     "5     ) 
 
 Our  needy  fouls  fuftain 
 
 With  frefh  fupplies  of  love, 
 Till  all  thy  life  we  gain, 
 And  all  thy  fulnefs  prove, 
 And  ftrength'ned  by  thy  perfeft  grace, 
 Behold  without  a  vail  thy  face. 
 
 HYMN  CCXLII, 
 
 JESUS,  we  thus  obey 
 Thy  laft  and  kindeft  word, 
 Here  in  thy  own  appointed  way 
 We  come  to  meet  our  Lord  ; 
 The  way  thou  haft  enjoin'd, 
 Thou  wilt  therein  appear  ; 
 We  come  with  confidence  to  find 
 Thy  fpecial  prefence  here. 
 
 Our  hearts  we  open  wide 
 To  make  the  Saviour  room  ; 
 
 And  lo  i  the  Lamb,  the  crucified, 
 The  finner's  friend  is  come  ! 
 His  prefence  makes  the  feaft, 
 And  now  our  bofoms  feel 
 
 The  glory  not  to  be  expreft, 
 The  joy  unfpeakable. 
 
 With  pure  celeftial  blifs 
 He  doth  our  fpirits  cheer, 
 His  houfe  of  banqueting  is  this, 
 And  he  hath  brought  us  here  : 
 
 He 
 
(       226      ) 
 
 He  doth  his  fervants  feed 
 With  manna  from  above  ; 
 Kis  banner  over  us  is  fpread, 
 His  everlafting  love. 
 
 He  bids  us  drink  and  eat 
 
 Imperifhable  food ; 
 He  gives  his  flefh  to  be  our  meat, 
 
 And  bids  us  drink  his  blood. 
 
 Whate'er  the  Almighty  can 
 
 To  pardon'd  fmners  give, 
 The  fulnefs  of  our  God  made  man, 
 We  here  with  Chrifl  receive. 
 
 HYMN        CCXLIII. 
 
 i   T  T  7E  have  in  the  defart  tarried 
 
 V  V     Long,  and  nothing  have  to  eat, 
 Comfort  us  through  wandering  wearied, 
 
 Feed  our  fouls  with  living  meat  : 
 Still  with  bowels  of  companion 
 
 See  thy  helpiefs  people,  fee, 
 Let  us  tafte  thy  great  falvation, 
 
 Let  us  feed  by  faith  on  thee. 
 
 HYMN         CCXLIV. 
 
 SINNER,  with  awe  draw  near, 
 And  find  thy  Saviour  here, 
 In  his  ordinances  frill, 
 
 Touch  his  facramental  cloaths, 
 Prefent  in  his  power  to  heal, 
 Virtue  from  his  body  flows. 
 
 2  His 
 
(       227       ) 
 
 His  body  is  the  feat 
 
 Where  all  our  bleffings  meet, 
 Full  of  unexhaufted  worth, 
 
 Still  it  makes  the  fmner  whole, 
 Pours  divine  erTufions  forth, 
 
 Life  to  every  dying  foul. 
 
 Pardon,  and  power,  and  peace, 
 
 And  perfect  righteoufnefs 
 From  that  facred  fountain  fprings  ; 
 
 Wafh'd  in  his  all-cleanfmg  blood 
 Rife,  ye  worms,  to  priefts  and  kings, 
 
 Rife  in  Chrift,  and  reign  with  God, 
 
 HYMN         CCXLV. 
 
 This  do  in  remembra?zce  of  me.      I  Cor.  xi.  2« 
 
 i  A   ND  fiialll  let  him  go  ? 
 
 /\,  If  now  I  do  not  fee  I 
 
 The  flreams  of  living  water  flow, 
 Shall  I  forfake  the  well  ? 
 
 z       Becaufe  he  hides  his  face 
 Shall  I  no  longer  flay, 
 Cut  leave  the  channels  of  his  grace, 
 And  caft  the  means  away  I 
 
 3       He  bids  me  eat  the  bread, 
 He  bids  me  drink  the  wine, 
 No  other  motive,  Lord,  I  need, 
 No  other  word  than  thine. 
 
 41 
 
(     "8     ) 
 
 \       I  cheerfully  comply 
 
 With  what  my  Lord  doth  fay  j 
 Let  others  afk.  a  reafon  why, 
 
 My  glory  is  to  obey. 
 
 [       Becaufe  he  faith,  Do  this, 
 This  I  will  always  do, 
 
 Till  Jefus  come  in  glorious  blifs, 
 I  thus  his  death  will  Jbew, 
 
 HYMN  CCXLVI. 
 
 i    TESUS,  I  blefs  thy  facred  name 
 J      For  favours  fo  divine  ; 
 All  that  I  have,  and  all  I  am, 
 Shall  be  for  ever  thine. 
 
 2  Here  peace  and  pardon  fweetly  flow  : 
 
 Oh  what  delightful  food  ! 
 
 Here  is  a  balm  for  all  my  woe, 
 
 With  every  needful  good. 
 
 3  Now  may  the  God  of  boundlefs  grace, 
 
 The  God  of  hope  and  love, 
 Fill  each  believing  foul  with  peace, 
 And  every  doubt  remove. 
 
 HYMN  CCXLVI  I. 
 
 Sacrament   a  Pledge   of  Heaven. 
 
 ■w 
 
 ITH  myftical  wine  he  comforts  us  here, 
 And  gladly  we  join,  'till  Jefus  appear, 
 
 With 
 
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 With  hearty  thankfgiving  his  death  to  record  : 
 The  living,  the  living  fhould  fing  of  the  Lord. 
 
 2  He  hallow'd  the  cup,  which  now  we  receive, 
 The  pledge  of  our  hope  with  Jefus  to  live, 
 (Where  forrow  and  fadnefs  fliall  never  be  found) 
 With  glory  and  gladnefs  eternally  crown'd. 
 
 3  The  fruit  of  the  vine  (the  joy  it  implies) 
 Again  we  fliall  join  to  drink  in  the  fkies, 
 Exult  in  his  favour,  our  triumph  renew; 
 And  I,  faith  the  Saviour,  will  drink  it  with  you. 
 
 HYMN        CCXLVIII. 
 
 i     >  I  VHEE,  King  of  faints,  we  praife, 
 
 X      For  this  our  living  bread, 
 NourinVd  by  thy  preferving  grace, 
 j\nd  at  thy  table  fed. 
 
 Who  in  thefe  lower  parts 
 Of  thy  great  kingdom  feaft, 
 We  feel  the  earneft  in  our  hearts 
 Of  our  eternal  reft. 
 
 2     Yet  ftill  an  higher  feat 
 
 We  in  thy  kingdom  claim, 
 Who  here  begin  by  faith  to  eat 
 The  fupperof  the  Lamb. 
 
 That  glorious  heavenly  prize 
 We  furely  fhall  attain, 
 And  in  the  palace  of  the  fkies 
 With  thee  for  ever  reign. 
 
 HYMN 
 
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 HYMN         CCXLIX. 
 
 1  A   LL  glory  and  praife  to  Jefus  our  Lord  ! 
 ,/X  His  ranfoming  grace  we  gladly  record  ; 
 His  bloody  oblation,    his  death  on  the  tree 
 Hath  purchas'd  falvation  in  heaven  for  me. 
 
 2  The  Saviour  hath  died  for  me  and  for  you  ; 
 The  blood  is  applied,  the  record  is  true  ; 
 
 The  fpirit  bears  witnefs,  and  fpeaks  in  the  blood. 
 And  gives  us  the  fitnefs  for  living  with  God. 
 
 HYMN        CCL. 
 
 1  Q  OON  as  I  tafte  the  heavenly  bread, 
 ^  What  manna  o'er  my  foul^js  ihed, 
 
 Manna  that  angels  never  knew  ! 
 Victorious  fweetnefs  fills  my  heart, 
 Such  as  my  God  delights  to  impart, 
 
 Mighty  to  fave  and  fin  fubdue. 
 
 2  I  had  forgot  my  heavenly  birth, 
 My  foul  degenerate  clave  to  earth, 
 
 In  fenfe  and  fin's  bafe  pleafures  drown'd, 
 When  God  afTum'd  humanity, 
 And  fpilt  his  facred  blood  for  me, 
 
 To  wafh  and  lift  me  from  the  ground. 
 
 3  Upborne  by  him,  I  mount,  I  fly  ; 
 Regaining  fwift  my  native  Iky, 
 
 I  wipe  my  ftreaming  eyes,  and  fee 
 Him  whom  I  feek,  for  whom  I  fue ; 
 My  God,  my  Saviour,  there  I  view, 
 
 And  live  with  him  who  died  for  me. 
 
 H  Y  M  N 
 
(     *3i     ) 
 
 HYMN  CCLI. 
 
 i    QONS  of  God,  triumphant  rife, 
 ^   Shout  the  accomplifhd  facrifice  ; 
 Shout  your  fins  in  Chrift  forgiven, 
 Sons  of  God,  and  heirs  of  heaven. 
 
 2  Ye  that  round  our  altars  throng, 
 Liftening  angels,  join  the  fong  : 
 Sing  with  us,  ye  heavenly  powers, 
 Pardon,  grace,  and  glory  ours  ! 
 
 3  Chrift,  of  all  our  hopes  the  feal, 
 Peace  divine  in  him  we  feel ; 
 Pardon  to  our  fouls  applied, 
 Dead  for  all,  for  me  he  died. 
 
 4  Sin  mall  tyranize  no  more, 
 
 Purg'd  it's  guilt,  diffolv'd  it's  power  : 
 Jefus  makes  our  hearts  his  throne, 
 There  he  lives  and  reigns  alone. 
 
 5  Grace  our  every  thought  controls, 
 Heaven  is  open'd  in  our  fouls  ; 
 Everlafting  life  is  won, 
 
 Glory  is  on  earth  begun. 
 
 6  Chrift  in  us  ; — in  Him  we  fee 
 Fulnefs  of  the  Deity  : 
 Beam  of  the  eternal  Beam  ; 
 Life  divine  we  tafte  in  him. 
 
 U  .     7  Him 
 
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 7  Him  by  faith  we  tafte  below, 
 Mightier  joys  ordain'd  to  know, 
 When  his  utmoft  grace  we  prove, 
 Rife  to  heaven  by  perfect  love. 
 
 HYMN         C  C  L  1 1 . 
 
 *'  Therefore  with  Angels  and  Archangels ,"  &c. 
 
 i  T    ORD  and  God  of  heavenly  powers, 
 fl  j  Theirs — yet  oh  !  benignly  ours ; 
 Glorious  King,  let  earth  proclaim, 
 Worms  attempt  to  chant  thy  name. 
 
 2  Chrift  to  laud  in  fongs  divine, 
 Angels  and  Archangels  join  ; 
 We  with  them  our  voices  raife, 
 Echoing  thy  eternal  praife. 
 
 3  Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord, 
 
 Live,  by  heaven  and  earth  ador'd! 
 Full  of  thee,  they  ever  cry, 
 Glory  be  to  God  molt  high  I 
 
 HYMN        CCLIII. 
 
 Glory  be  to  God  on  high,  &c.     Comm.  Service. 
 
 i  ?  I  ^O  God  be  glory,  peace  on  earth, 
 JL      To  all  mankind  good-will ! 
 We  blefs,  we  praife,  we  worihip  thee, 
 And  glorify  thee  ftill. 
 
 2  And 
 
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 2  'And  thanks  for  thy  great  glory  give, 
 
 That  fills  our  fouls  with  light  ; 
 O  Lord !  God !  heavenly  King  i  the  God 
 And  Father  of  all  Might. 
 
 3  And  thou,  begotten  Son  of  God, 
 
 Eefore  all  time  begun  ; 
 O  Jefus  Chrift.!  God  1  Lamb  of  God! 
 
 The  Father's  only  Son  I 
 
 4  Have  mercy,  thou  that  tak'fl:  the  fins 
 
 Of  all  the  world  away  ! 
 Have  mercy,  Saviour  of  mankind, 
 And  hear  us  when  we  pray  ! 
 
 5  O  thou  who  fitt'ft  at  God's  right-hand, 
 
 Upon  the  Father's  throne ! 
 Have  mercy  on  us,  thou,  O  Chrift, 
 Who  art  the  Holy  One  ! 
 
 6  The  Lord,  who  with  the  Holy  Ghoft, 
 
 Whom  earth  and  heaven  adore, 
 In  glory  of  the  Father  art 
 Moft  high  for  evermore. 
 
 HYMN        CCLIV. 
 
 i    A~\BJECTof  all  our  knowledge  here, 
 \_J   Our  one  defire  and  hope  below, 
 Jefus,  the  crucified,  draw  near, 
 
 And  with  thy  fad  difciples  go  : 
 Our  thoughts  and  words  to  thee  are  known, 
 We  commune  of  thyfelf  alone. 
 
 U  2  2  How 
 
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 2  How  can  it  be,  our  reafon  cries, 
 
 That  God  mould  leave  his  throne  above  r 
 Is  it  for  man  the  Immortal  dies ! 
 
 For  man,  who  tramples  on  his  love  ! 
 For  man,  who  nail'd  him  to  the  tree  ! 
 O  Love !  O  God  !  He  died  for  me  I 
 
 3  Why  then,  if  thou  for  me  haft  died, 
 
 Doft  thou  not  yet  thyfelf  impart  ! 
 We  hope  to  feel  thy  blood  applied, 
 
 To  find  thee  rifen  in  our  heart, 
 Redeem'd  from  all  iniquity, 
 Sav'd  to  the  utmoft,  fav'd  through  thee, 
 
 4  O  Lord,  if  thou  indeed  art  ours, 
 
 If  thou  for  us  haft  burft  the  tomb, 
 Vint  us  with  thy  quickening  powers, 
 
 Come,  to  thy  mournful  followers  come, 
 Thyfelf  to  thy  weak  members  join, 
 And  fill  us  with  the  life  divine. 
 
 h  y  m  N       CCLV. 
 Ought  not  Chrifi  to  ha-ve  fujfered ?  Luke  xxiv.  25,  26. 
 
 1  r  I  AHEE,  the  great  prophet  fent  from  God, 
 
 X      Mighty  in  deed  and  word  we  own  ; 
 Thou  haft  on  fome  the  grace  beftow'd, 
 
 Thy  rifing  in  their  hearts  made  known  ; 
 They  publifh  thee,  to  life  reftor'd, 
 Atteiting  they  have  feen  the  Lord. 
 
 2  Let  us,  no  longer  flow  of  heart, 
 
 With  humble  joy  believe  thy  word  ! 
 
 The 
 
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 The  prophets'  only  aim  thou  art; 
 
 They  fang  the  fufferings  of  their  Lord, 
 Thy  life  for  ours  a  ranibm  given, 
 Thy  rifing  to  infure  our  heaven. 
 
 5   Ought  not  our  Lord  the  death  to  die,. 
 And  then  the  glorious  life  to  live  ? 
 To  ftoop  and  then  go  up  on  high  ? 
 
 The  pain,  and  then  the  joy  receive  ? 
 His  blood  the  purchafe-price  lay  down, 
 Endure  the  crofs,  and  claim  the  crown  ? 
 
 4  Ought  not  the  members  all  to  pafs 
 
 The  way  their  head  had  pafs'd  before  ? 
 Through  fufferings  perfected  he  was, 
 The  garment  dipt  in  blood  he  wore, 
 That  we  with  him  might  die,  and  rife, 
 And  bear  his  nature  to  the  ikies  ! 
 
 HYMN         CCLVI. 
 
 He  expounded  unto  them,  iffc.  Luke  xxiv.  27,  30. 
 
 1  ^^TOW,  Jefus,  now  the  veil  remove, 
 JLSi  The  folly  of  our  darken'd  heart, 
 Unfold  the  wonders  of  thy  love, 
 
 The  knowledge  of  thyfelf  impart  ; 
 Our  ear,  our  in  molt  foul  we  bow  ; 
 Speak,  Lord  ;  thy  fervants  hearken  now. 
 
 2  Make  not  as  thou  wouldft  farther  go, 
 
 Our  friend,  and  counfellor,  and  guide, 
 But  ftay,  the  path  of  life  to  mew, 
 
 Still  with  our  fouls  vouchfufe  to  abide, 
 
 U  3  Conftrain'd 
 
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 Conftrain'd  by  thy  own  mercy  flay, 
 Nor  leave  us  at  our  clofe  of  day. 
 
 3  Come  in,  with  thy  difciples  fit, 
 
 Nor  fufrer  us  to  afk  in  vain, 
 Nourifh  us,  Lord,  with  living  meat, 
 
 Our  fouls  with  heavenly  bread  fuftain 
 Break  to  us  now  the  myftic  bread, 
 And  bid  us  on  thy  body  feed. 
 
 4  Honour  the  means  ordain'd  by  thee, 
 
 The  great  unbloody  facrifice, 
 The  deep  tremendous  myflery  ; 
 
 Thyfelf  in  our  enlighten'd  eyes 
 Now  in  the  broken  bread  make  known, 
 And  fhew  us  Thou  art  all  our  own. 
 
 HYMN         CCLVII. 
 
 FATHER,   God,  we  glorify 
 Thy  love  to  Adam's  feed, 
 Love  that  gave  thy  Son  to  die, 
 
 And  rais'd  him  from  the  dead  ; 
 Kim  for  our  offences  flain, 
 
 That  we  all  might  pardon  find, 
 Thou  haft  brought  to  life  again 
 The  Saviour  of  mankind. 
 
 By  thy  own  right-hand  of  power 
 
 Thou  haft  exalted  him. 
 Sent  the  mighty  conqueror, 
 
 Thy  people  to  redeem  : 
 King  of  faints,  and  Prince  of  peace, 
 
 Him  thou  haft  to  finners  given, 
 
 Sinners 
 
C    237    ) 
 
 Sinners  from  their  fins  to  blefs, 
 And  lift  them  up  to  heaven. 
 
 3   Father,  God,  to  us  impart 
 
 The  gift  unfpeakable, 
 Now  in  every  waiting  heart 
 
 Thy  glorious  Son  reveal  ; 
 Quicken'd  with  our  living  Lord 
 
 Let  us  in  thy  Spirit  rife, 
 Rife  to  all  thy  life  reftord, 
 
 And  thank  thee  in  the  fkies. 
 
 HYMN        CCLVIII. 
 
 Matt,  xxviii. 
 
 1      A    LL  ye  that  feek  the  Lord  who  died, 
 j[\.  Your  God  for  finners  crucified, 
 Prevent  the  earlieft  dawn,  and  come 
 To  worfhip  at  his  facred  tomb. 
 
 z  Bring  the  fweet  fpices  of  your  fighs, 
 Your  contrite  hearts,  and  ftreaming  eyes, 
 Your  fad  complaints,  and  humble  fears  ; 
 Come,  and  embalm  him  with  your  tears. 
 
 3  While  thus  ye  love  your  fouls  to  employ, 
 Your  forrows  lliall  be  turn'd  to  joy : 
 Now,  now  let  all  your  grief  be  o'er! 
 Believe ;  and  ye  (hall  weep  no  more. 
 
 4  An  earthquake  hath  the  cavern  fnook, 
 And  burn:  the  door,  and  rent  the  rock  ; 
 The  Lord  hath  fent  his  angel  down, 
 And  he  hath  rolPd  away  the  {tone. 
 
 5  A. 
 
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 5  As  mow  behold- his  garment  white, 
 His  countenance  as  lightning  bright; 
 He  fits,  and  waves  a  flaming  fword, 
 And  waits  upon  his  riling  Lord. 
 
 6  The  Lord  of  life  is  rifen  indeed, 
 To  death  deliver'd  in  your  ftead  ; 
 His  rife  proclaims  your  fins  forgiven, 
 And  fhews  the  living  way  to  heaven. 
 
 7  Go  tell  the  followers  of  your  Lord, 
 Their  Jefus  is  to  life  reftor'd  ; 
 
 He  lives,  that  they  his  life  may  find : 
 He  lives  to  quicken  ail  mankind. 
 
 HYMN  CCdLIX. 
 
 COME  ye  that  feek  the  Lord, 
 Him  that  was  crucified, 
 Come  liften  to  the  gofpel  word, 
 And  feel  it  now  applied  : 
 To  every  foul  of  man 
 The  joyful  news  we  fhew, 
 Jefus  for  every  finner  ilain, 
 Is  rifen  again  for  you, 
 
 The  Lord  is  rifen  indeed, 
 
 And  did  to  us  appear, 
 He  hath  been  feen,  our  living  head, 
 
 By  many  a  witnefs  here. 
 
 We,  who  fo  oft  denied 
 
 Our  Matter  and  our  God, 
 May  thruft  our  hand  into  his  fide, 
 
 And  feel  the  ftreaming  blood. 
 
 3  Rais'd 
 
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 3  Rais'd  from  the  dead  we  are 
 The  members  with  their  Lord, 
 
 And  boldly  in  his  name  declare 
 
 The  foul -reviving  word  : 
 
 Salvation  we  proclaim 
 
 Which  every  foul  may  find, 
 Pardon  and  peace  in  Jefu's  name, 
 
 And  life  for  all  mankind. 
 
 4  Oh  might  they  all  receive 
 The  bleeding  Prince  of  peace  ! 
 
 Sinners,  the  glad  report  believe 
 
 Of  Jefu's  witneffes  : 
 
 He  lives,  who  fpilt  his  blood  ; 
 
 Believe  the  record  true, 
 The  arm,  the  power,  the  Son  of  God 
 
 Shall  be  reveal'd  in  you. 
 
 H  Y   M   N  CCLX. 
 
 j   *  1  MIE  Lord  is  rifen  !  He  who  came 
 X      To  fuffer  death,  and  conquer  too, 
 Is  rifen  ;  let  our  fongs  proclaim 
 
 The  praife  to  man's  Redeemer  due  ; 
 To  him  whom  God  in  tender  love, 
 
 Always  alike  to  blefs  incliir  d, 
 Sent  to  redeem  us  from  above ; 
 To  fave,  to  fandlify  mankind. 
 
 Chorus, 
 
 Worthy  of  all  power  and  praife, 
 
 He  who  died,  and  rofe  again  : 
 Lamb  of  God,  and  flain  to  raife 
 
 Man,  to  life  redeem'd— Am  en. 
 
 2  That 
 
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 That  life  which  Adam  ceas'd  to  live, 
 
 When  to  thisr  world  he  turn'd  his  heart, 
 And  to  his  children  could  not  give, 
 
 The  fecond  Adam  can  impart. 
 We,  on  our  earthly  parent's  fide, 
 
 Could  but  receive  a  life  of  earth  ; 
 The  Lord  from  heaven,  he  liv'd  and  died, 
 
 And  rofe  to  give  us  heavenly  birth. 
 
 This  mortal  life,  this  living  death, 
 
 Shews  that  in  Adam  we  all  die  ; 
 In  Chrift  we  have  immortal  breath, 
 
 And  life's  unperifhing  fupply  : 
 He  took  our  nature,  and  fuftain'd 
 
 The  miferies  of  it's  finful  ftate  ; 
 Sinlefs  himfelf,  for  us  regain'd 
 
 To  paradife  an  open  gate. 
 
 As  Adam  rais'd  a  life  of  fin, 
 
 So  Chrift  the  ferpent-bruifmg  feed, 
 By  God's  appointment,  could  begin 
 
 In  us  the  birth  of  life  indeed  : 
 He  did  begin ;  parental  head, 
 
 As  Adam  fell,  fo  Jefus  ftood  ; 
 Fulfill'd  all  righteoufnefs,  and  faid 
 
 'Tis  finifh'd  ! on  the  facred  wood. 
 
 To  tread  the  path  that  Jefus  trod, 
 
 Aided  by  him,  be  our  employ  ; 
 To  die  to  fin,  and  live  to  God, 
 
 And  yield  him  the. fair  purchas'd  joy  : 
 To  all  the  laws  that  love  has  made 
 
 Stedfaft,  unfhaken  to  attend  ; 
 He  died,  he  rofe,  himfelf  our  aid, 
 
 Lo  !  I  am  with  you  to  the  end. 
 
 HYMN 
 
(      2  +  «      ) 
 
 HYMN        CCLXI. 
 
 Refurreciion  of  Chrift.     Luke  xxiv.   34. 
 
 1  T7ES,  the  Redeemer  rofe  ! 
 
 X     The  Saviour  left  the  dead  ; 
 And  o'er  our  hellifh  foes 
 High  rais'd  his  conquering  head  : 
 In  wild  difmay,  the  guards  around 
 Fell  to  the  ground,  and  funk  away. 
 
 2  Lo  !   the  angelic  bands 
 In  full  affembly  meet, 
 
 To  wait  his  high  commands, 
 And  worfhip  at  his  feet; 
 Joyful  they  come,  and  wing  their  way 
 From  realms  of  day  to  Jefu's  tomb. 
 
 3  Then  back  to  heaven  they  fly, 
 The  joyful  news  to  bear ; 
 
 Hark  !   as  they  foar  on  high 
 What  mufic  fills  the  air  ? 
 Their  anthems  fay,  "  Jefus  wlfb  bled 
 "  Hath  left  the  dead; — He  rofe  to-day." 
 
 4  Ye  mortals,  catch  the  found, 
 Redeem'd  by  him  from  hell ; 
 
 And  fend  the  echo  round 
 The  globe  on  which  you  dwell : 
 Tranfported  cry,  U  Jefus  who  bled 
 "  Hath  left  the  dead,  no  more  to  die." 
 
 5  All-hail, 
 
(    *4J    ) 
 
 5  All-hail,  triumphant  Lord, 
 Who  fav'ft  us  with  thy  biood  ! 
 Wide  be  thy  name  ador'd, 
 Thou  riling,  reigning  God  ! 
 With  thee  we  rife,  with  thee  we  reign, 
 And  empires  gain  beyond  the  flues'. 
 
 hymn       CCLXII. 
 
 i  y^HRIST,  the  Lord,  is  rifen  to  day,  Hallelujah. 
 V^  Sons  of  men  and  angels  fay  :  Hallelujah. 
 Raife  your  joys  and  triumph  high ;  Hallelujah. 
 Sing  ye  heavens,  and  earth  reply.    Hallelujah. 
 
 2  Love's  redeeming  work  is  done, 
 Fought  the  fight,  the  battle  won  : 
 Lo  !  our  Sun's  eclipfe  is  o'er  ! 
 Lo  !  he  fets  in  blood  no  more. 
 
 3  Vain  the  ftone,  the  watch,  the  feal, 
 Chrift  hath  burft  the  gates  of  hell ; 
 Death  in  vain  forbids  his  rife, 
 Chrift  hath  open'd  paradife. 
 
 4  Lives  again  our  glorious  King  ! 
 Where,  O  death,  is  now  thy  fting  ? 
 Once  he  died  our  fouls  to  fave, 
 Where's  thy  victory,  boafting  grave  r 
 
 5  Soar  we  now  where  Chrift  has  led, 
 Fo  llowing  our  exalted  head  ; 
 Made  like  him,  like  him  we  rife, 
 Ours  the  crofs,  the  grave,  the  fkies. 
 
 HYMN 
 
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 HYMN        CCLX1II. 
 
 i    TESUS  Chrift  is  rifen  to  day  ; 
 I    Sons  of  men  and  angels  fay, 
 Who  fo  lately  on  the  crofs, 
 SufFer'd  to  redeem  our  lofs. 
 
 2  Hymns  of  praifes  let  us  fing 
 Unto  Chrift  our  heavenly  King, 
 Who  endur'd  the  crofs  and  grave, 
 Sinners  to  redeem  and  fave. 
 
 3  But  the  pains  which  he  endur'd 
 Our  falvation  have  procur'd  ; 
 Now  he  reigns  above  the  Iky, 
 
 Where  the  Angels  ever  cry ;  Hallelujah. 
 
 HYMN        CCLXIV. 
 
 i      A   NGELS,  roll  the  ftone  away, 
 jt\.  Death  yield  up  thy  mighty  prey  : 
 See  he  rifes  from  the  tomb, 
 Glowing  with  immortal  bloom. 
 
 2  'Tis  the  Saviour  !   Angels,  raife 
 Fame's  eternal  trump  of  praife ; 
 Let  the  earth's  remoteft  bound 
 Hear  the  joy-infpiring  found. 
 
 3  Now,  ye  faints,  lift  up  your  eyes, 
 Now  to  glory  fee  him  rife, 
 
 In  long  triumph  up  the  Iky, 
 Up  to  waiting  worlds  on  high. 
 
 X  4  Hence 
 
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 4  Heaven  difplays  her  portals  wide, 
 Glorious  hero,  through  them  ride  ; 
 King  of  glory,  mount  thy  throne, 
 Thy  great  Father's  and  thy  own. 
 
 5  Praife  him,  all  ye  heavenly  choirs, 
 Praife,  and  fweep  your  golden  lyres  ; 
 Shout,  O  earth,  in  rapturous  long, 
 Let  the  {trains  be  fweet  and  ftrong. 
 
 6  Every  note  with  wonder  fwell, 
 Sin  o'erthrown  and  captiv'd  hell ; 
 Where  is  hell's  once  dreaded  King  ? 
 Where,  O  Death,  thy  mortal  fting  ? 
 
 HYMN  CCLXV. 
 
 j   TJOSANNA  to  the  Prince  of  light, 
 XI  Who  cloth'd  himfelf  in  clay  : 
 Enter'd  the  iron  gates  of  death, 
 And  tore  the  bars  away. 
 
 2  Death  is  no  more  the  king  of  dread, 
 
 Since  our  Immanuel  rofe  ; 
 He  took  the  tyrant's  fting  away, 
 And  fpoil'd  our  hellim  foes. 
 
 3  See,  how  the  Conqueror  mounts  on  high, 
 
 And  to  his  Father  flies, 
 With  fears  of  honour  in  his  flefh, 
 And  triumph  in  his  eyes. 
 
 4  There  our  exalted  Saviour  reigns, 
 And  fends  his  bleflings  dowa; 
 
 Our 
 
(     Hi     ) 
 
 Our  Jefus  fills  the  middle  feat 
 Of  the  celeftial  throne. 
 
 5  Raife  your  devotion,  mortal  tongues, 
 
 To  reach  his  bleft  abode  : 
 Sweet  be  the  accents  of  your  fongs 
 To  our  incarnate  God. 
 
 6  Bright  Angels,  ftrike  your  loudefl  firings, 
 
 Your  fweeteft  voices  raife  ; 
 Let  heaven  and  all  created  things 
 Sound  our  Immanuel's  praife. 
 
 h  v  m  n      c  c  l  xv  i . 
 
 ChriJVs  Refurreclion  and  Afcenfion,    Pfalm  xxiv.  7. 
 
 1   /~\UR  Lord  is  rifen  from  the  dead, 
 \J  Our  Jefus  is  gone  up  on  high  ; 
 The  powers  of  hell  are  captive  led, 
 Dragg'd  to  the  portals  of  the  Iky. 
 
 Z  There  his  triumphal  chariot  waits, 
 And  angels  chant  the  folemn  lay  ; 
 t{  Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  heavenly  gates  ; 
 "  Ye  everlafting  doors,  give  way  1" 
 
 3  Loofe  all  your  bars  of  many  light, 
 
 And  wide  unfold  the  ethereal  fcene  ; 
 He  claims  the  manfions  as  his  right  ; 
 Receive  the  King  of  glory  in. 
 
 4  "  Who  is  the  King  of  glory,  who  ?" 
 
 The  Lord  that  all  his  foes  o'ercame, 
 
 X  2  The 
 
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 The  world,  fin,  death,  and  hell  o'erthrew  ; 
 And  Jefusis  the  Conqueror's  name. 
 
 5  Lo!  his  triumphal  chariot  waits, 
 
 And  Angels  chant  the  folemn  lay  ; 
 "  Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  heavenly  gafes  ! 
 "  Ye  everlaiting  doors,  give  way." 
 
 6  "  Who  is  the  King  of  glory,  who  ?" 
 
 The  Lord  of  glorious  power  poiTeft, 
 The  King  of  faints  and  angels  too, 
 God  over  all,  for  ever  blelt. 
 
 HYMN       CCLXVII. 
 
 Chrijl  dying ,  rifing,    and  reigning, 
 
 i    *  J"E  dies  !   the  Friend  of  finners  dies  ! 
 JljL   Lo  !   Salem's  daughters  weep  around  : 
 A  folemn  darknefs  veils  the  Ikies  ! 
 
 A  fudden  trembling  makes  the  ground  ! 
 Come,  faints,  and  drop  a  tear  or  two 
 
 For  him  who  groan'd  beneath  your  load  ! 
 He  fhed  a  thoufand  drops  for  you, 
 
 A  thoufand  drops  of  richeft  blood  ! 
 
 2  Here's  love  and  grief  beyond  degree, 
 The  Lord  of  glory  dies  for  man  ! 
 But  lo  !  what  fudden  joys  we  fee, 
 Jems,  the  dead,  revives  again  ! 
 The  rifing  God  forfakes  the  tomb  : 
 (In  vain  the  tomb  forbids  his  rife) 
 Cherubic  legions  guard  him  home, 
 And  fhout  him  welcome  to  the  fkies. 
 
 3  Break 
 
(     HI    ) 
 
 3  Break  off  your  tears,  ye  faints,  and  tell 
 
 How  high  our  great  Deliverer  reigns  ; 
 Sing  how  he  fpoil'd  the  hofts  of  hell, 
 
 And  led  the  monfter  death  in  chains  : 
 Say,  "  Live  forever,  wonderous  King  1 
 
 "  Born  to  redeem,  and  ftrong  to  lave!" 
 Then  afk.  the  monfter — "  where's  thy  fting? 
 
 "  And  where's  thy  victory,  boafting  grave?" 
 
 HYMN        CCLXVI1I. 
 
 0  every  one  that  thirjletb,   cjfr.        Ifaiah  lv.  I. 
 
 i    f~>  OME,  ye  finners,  poor  and  wretched, 
 V_>*  Weak  and  wounded,  fick  and  fore  ! 
 Jcfus  ready  ftands  to  fave  you, 
 Full  of  pity,  love,  and  power  : 
 
 He  is  able, 
 He  is  willing,  doubt  no  more. 
 
 2  O  ye  thirfty,  come,  and  welcome  ; 
 
 God's  free  bounty  gloriry  : 
 True  belief,  and  true  repentance, 
 Every  grace  that  brings  us  nigh  ; 
 
 Without  money, 
 Come  to  Jefus  Chrift  and  buy. 
 
 3  Let  not  confcience  make  you  linger, 
 
 Nor  of  fitnefs  fondly  dream  ; 
 All  the  fitnefs  he  requireth 
 Is  to  feel  your  need  of  him  ; 
 
 This  he  gives  you, 
 cTis  the  Spirits  glimmering  beam. 
 
 X  3  4  Come, 
 
(     *4*     ) 
 
 Come,  ye  weary,  heavy-laden, 
 Loll  and  ruin  d  by  the  fall, 
 
 If  you  tarry  till  you're  better, 
 Yoa  will  never  come  at  all; 
 
 Not  the  righteous, 
 Sinners  Jefus  came' to  call. 
 
 Agonizing  in  the  garden, 
 
 Lo,  your  Maker  proftrate  lies  ! 
 
 Oh  the  bloody  tree  behold  him  ; 
 Hear  him  cry  before  he  dies, 
 
 "  It  is  finifh'd  !" 
 Sinners,  will  not  this  fuffice  ? 
 
 Lo,  the  incarnate  God  afcended, 
 Fleads  the  merits  of  his  blood  j 
 
 Venture  on  him,  venture  freely, 
 Let  no  other  truft  intrude  ; 
 
 None  but  Jefus 
 Can  do  helplefs  finners  good. 
 
 Saints  and  angels,  join'd  in  concert, 
 Sing  the  praifes  of  the  Lamb; 
 
 While  the  blifsful  feats  of  heaven 
 Sweetly  echo  with  his  name  : 
 
 Hallelujah  !- 
 Sinners,  here,  may  fmg  the  fame. 
 
 HYMN         CCLX1X. 
 
 Christ  feen    of  Angels.        I    Tim.  iii.    16. 
 
 o 
 
 Ye  immortal  throng 
 
 Of  angels  round  the  throne, 
 
 Join 
 
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 Join  with  our  feeble  fong 
 To  make  the  Saviour  known  : 
 On  earth  ye  knew  his  wonderous  grace, 
 His  beauteous  face  in  heaven  ye  view. 
 
 2  Ye  faw  the  heaven-born  child 
 In  human  flefh  array' d, 
 Benevolent  and  mild, 
 While  in  the  manger  laid  : 
 
 And  praife  to  God,  and  peace  on  earth, 
 For  fuch  a  birth,  proclaim'd  aloud. 
 
 3  Ye  in  the  wildernefs 
 Beheld  the  tempter  fpoil'd, 
 Well  known  in  every  drefs, 
 In  every  combat  foil'd  ; 
 
 And  joy'd  to  crown  the  Victor's  head, 
 When  fatan  fled  before  his  frown. 
 
 '4  Around  the  bloody  tree 
 Ye  prefs'd  with  ftrong  delire, 
 That  wonderous  fight  to  fee, 
 The  Lord  of  life  expire  ; 
 And,  could  your  eyes  have  known  a  tear, 
 Had  dropp'd  it  there  in  fadfurprize. 
 
 5  Around  his  facred  tomb 
 
 A  willing  watch  ye  keep ;  • 
 Till  the  bleft  moment  come 
 To  roufe  him  from  his  fleep  : 
 Then  roll'd  the  ftone,   and  all  ador'd 
 Your  rifmg  Lord,  with  joy  unknown. 
 
 6  When  all  array'd  in  light 
 The  mining  Conqueror  rode, 
 
 Ye 
 
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 Ye  hail'd  his  rapturous  flight 
 
 Up  to  the  throne  of  God  ; 
 And  wav'd  around  your  golden  wings, 
 And  flruck  your  firings  of  fweeteft  found, 
 
 7  The  warbling  notes  purfue, 
 And  louder  anthems  raife  ; 
 While  mortals  fmg  with  you 
 Their  own  Redeemer's  praife  ; 
 And  thou,  my  heart,  with  equal  flame, 
 And  joy  the  fame,  perform  thy  part. 
 
 HYMN  CCLXX. 
 
 i    OINNERS,  rejoice  ;  your  peace  is  made, 
 i3  Your  Saviour  on  the  crofs  hath  bled  : 
 Your  God,  in  Jefus  reconcil'd, 
 On  all  his  works  again  hath  fmil'd  : 
 Hath  grace  through  Chrift  and  bleflings  given, 
 To  all  on  earth  and  all  in  heaven. 
 
 2  Angel's,  rejoice  in  Jefu's  grace, 
 
 And  vie  with  man's  more  favour'drace  ; 
 The  blood,  that  did  for  us  atone, 
 Confer'd  on  you  fome  gift  unknown  ; 
 Through  Jefu's  pains  your  joy  abounds, 
 Ye  triumph  by  his  glorious  wounds. 
 
 3  Him  ye  beheld,  our  conquering  God, 
 Return  with  garments  roll'd  in  blood  ! 
 Ye  faw,  and  kindled  at  the  fight, 
 
 And  fHI'd  withfhouts  the  realms  of  light, 
 
 With 
 
(   *s«   ) 
 
 With  loudeft  hallelujahs  met, 
 
 And  fell  and  kifs'd  his  bleeding  feet. 
 
 Nor  angel-tongues  can  e'er  exprefs 
 The  unutterable  happinefs  ; 
 Nor  human  hearts  can  e'er  conceive, 
 The  blifs  wherein  through  Chrift  ye  live 
 But  all  your  heaven,  ye  glorious  powers, 
 And  all' your  God  is  doubly  ours  '. 
 
 H  Y  M  N  CCLXXI 
 
 The   Kingdom   of  Chrift.      Phil.    iv.    4. 
 
 REJOICE,  the  Lord  is  King  ! 
 Your  Lord  and  King  adore ; 
 Mortals,  give  thanks  and  ling, 
 And  triumph  evermore  : 
 Lift  up  your  heart,   lift  up  your  voice, 
 With  humble  fear,  ye  faints,  rejoice. 
 
 Jefas  the  Saviour  reigns, 
 The  God  of  truth  and  love, 
 
 •1  he  had  purg  d  our  ftains, 
 He  took  his  feat  above  : 
 Lift  up  your  heart,   lift  up  your  voice, 
 With  holy  joy,  ye  faints,  rejoice. 
 
 His  kingdom  cannot  fail, 
 
 He  rules  o'er  earth  and  heaven, 
 
 The  keys  of  death  and  hell 
 Are  to  our  Jefus  given  : 
 
 Lift 
 
(     *52    ) 
 
 Lift  up  your  heart,  lift  up  your  voice, 
 Rejoice  aloud,  ye  faints,  rejoice. 
 
 He  all  his  foes  mall  quell, 
 
 Shall  all  our  fins  deftroy, 
 And  every  bofom  fwell 
 With  pure  feraphic  joy  ; 
 Lift  up  your  heart,  lift  up  your  voice, 
 Rejoice,  again,  I  fay,  rejoice. 
 
 Rejoice  in  glorious  hope, 
 
 Jefus  the  Judge  fhall  come  ; 
 And  take  his  fervants  up 
 To  their  eternal  home  : 
 We  foon  fhall  hear  the  Archangel's  voice, 
 The  trump  of  God  fhall  found,  rejoice. 
 
 HYMN        CCLXXII. 
 
 i    TTAIL  the  day  that  fees  him  rife, 
 il     Raviflrd  from  our  wifhful  eyes  I 
 Chrift  awhile  to  mortals  given, 
 Re-afcends  his  native  heaven. 
 
 2  There  the  pompous  triumph  waits, 
 Lift  your  heads,  eternal  gates  ! 
 Wide  unfold  the  radiant  fcene, 
 Take  the  King  of  glory  in  ! 
 
 3  Him  though  higheft  heaven  receives, 
 Still  he  loves  the  earth  he  leaves  j 
 
 Though 
 
(     *J3     ) 
 
 Though  returning  to  his  throne, 
 Still  he  calls  mankind  his  own. 
 
 4  Still  for  us  he  intercedes, 
 Prevalent  his  death  he  pleads  ; 
 Next  himfelf  prepares  our  place, 
 Harbinger  of  human  race. 
 
 5  M after  (we  may  ever  fay) 
 Taken  from  our  head  to-day  ; 
 See  thy  faithful  fervants,  fee, 
 Ever  gazing  up  to  thee  I 
 
 6  Grant,  though  parted  from  our  fight 
 High  above  your  azure  height  : 
 Grant  our  hearts  may  thither  rife, 
 Following  thee  beyond  the  fkies. 
 
 7  Ever  upward  let  us  move, 
 Wafted  on  the  wings  of  love  ; 
 Looking  wh?n  our  Lord  mail  come, 
 Longing,  gafping  after  home, 
 
 8  There  we  fhall  with  thee  remain 
 Partners  of  thy  endlefs  reign  ; 
 There  thy  face  unclouded  fee, 
 Find  our  heaven  of  heaven  in  thee. 
 
 HYMN         CCLXXIII. 
 
 Love   on  a    Crofs    and  a  Throne. 
 
 ■N 
 
 OW  let  my  foul  by  faith  arife, 
 And  view  my  Lord  in  all  his  love  ; 
 
 Look 
 
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  died ; 
 See  where  he  fits  to  plead  my  caufe 
 By  his  almighty  Father's  fide. 
 
 3  If  I  behold  his  bleeding  heart, 
 
 There  love  in  floods  of  forrow  reigns ; 
 He  triumphs  o'er  the  killing  fmart, 
 And  buys  my  pleafure  with  his  pains. 
 
 4  Or,  if  I  climb  the  eternal  hills, 
 
 Where  the  dear  Conqueror  fits  enthron'd, 
 Still  in  his  heart  companion  dwells 
 Near  the  memorials  of  his  wound. 
 
 5  How  mall  a  pardon'd  rebel  iliow, 
 
 How  much  I  love  my  gracious  God  ? 
 Oh  may  I  banifh  every  foe  ; 
 
 And  hate  the  fins  that  coll  his  blood. 
 
 H  Y  M  N         CCLXXIV, 
 
 i    T 
 
 J    He  bore  my  fins  upon  the  tree  I 
 Beneath  my  curfe  he  bow'd  his  head ; 
 >Tis  finifh'd  !  he  hath  died  for  me. 
 
 2  For  me  I  now  believe  he  died  : 
 
 He  made  my  every  crime  his  own  ; 
 
 Fully 
 
(     *55     ) 
 
 Fully  for  me  he  fatisfied  ; 
 
 Father,  well-pleas'd  behold  thy  Son  ! 
 
 3  See  where  before  the  throne  he  ftands, 
 
 And  pours  the  all-prevailing  prayer  : 
 Points  to  his  fide,  and  lifts  his  hands, 
 And  mews  that  I  am  graven  there. 
 
 4  He  ever  lives  for  me  to  pray  ; 
 
 He  prays  that  I  with  him  may  reign  ; 
 Amen  to  what  my  Lord  doth  fay, 
 Jefus,  thou  canfl  not  pray  in  vain. 
 
 HYMN  CCLXXV. 
 
 1  TESUS,  thou  fovereign  Lord  of  all, 
 
 The  fame  through  one  eternal  day, 
 Attend  thy  feebleft  followers'  Gall, 
 
 And  Oh  inftruit  us  how  to  pray  I 
 Pour  out  the  fupplicating  grace, 
 And  ftir  us  up  to  feek  thy  face  ! 
 
 2  We  cannot  think  a  gracious  thought, 
 
 We  cannot  feel  a  good  defire, 
 Till  thou,  who  calPdft  a  world  from. nought, 
 
 The  power  into  our  hearts  infpire  ; 
 And  then  we  in  thy  fpirit  groan, 
 And  then  we  give  thee  back  thy  own. 
 
 3  Jefus,  regard  the  joint  complaint 
 
 Of  all  thy  tempted  followers  here  t 
 And  now  fupply  the  common  want, 
 And  fend  us  down  the  Comforter  : 
 
 Y  The 
 
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 The  fpirit  of  ceafelefs  prayer  impart, 
 And  fix  thy  agent  in  our  heart.    * 
 
 4  To  help  our  foul's  infirmity, 
 
 To  heal  thy  fin-fick  people's  care, 
 To  urge  our  God-commanding  plea, 
 
 And  make  our  hearts  a  houfe  of  prayer  ; 
 The  promis'd  interceifor  give, 
 And  let  us  now. thyfelf  receive. 
 
 5  Come  in  thy  pleading  fpirit  down 
 
 To  us,  who  for  thy  coming  ftay  !' 
 Of  all  thy  gift's  we  ark  but  one, 
 
 We  alk  the  conftant  power  to  pray  ; 
 Indulge  us,  Lord,  in  this  requeft  ! 
 Thou  wilt  not  then  deny  the  reft. 
 
 HYMN  CCLXXVI. 
 
 John  xiv.  i,  2,  3. 
 
 5    TESUS,  we  long  to  know  thy  name, 
 J    To-day  as  yefterday  the  fame 
 
 Our  Lord  and  Saviour  be, 
 That  comfort  of  the  troubled  heart, 
 The  gift  unfpeakable  impart, 
 That  faith  which  is  in  thee. 
 
 2  Surely  we  do  in  God  believe  ; 
 
 Yet  Oh  !  we  ftill  muft  fear  and  grieve 
 
 Till  thou  the  fecret  tell, 
 The  end  of  thy  departure  fhew, 
 The  heaven -infuring  faith  beftow, 
 And  all  thy  love  reveal. 
 
 .3Us 
 
(       2>7       ) 
 
 3  Us  by  thy  fpirit  certify, 
 
 That  we,  even  we  fhall  in  the  Iky 
 
 Our  happy  manfions  find, 
 There  in  thy  Father's  houfe  above, 
 Celeftial  thrones  of  glorious  love 
 For  us,  and  all  mankind. 
 
 4  Art  thou  not  our  forerunner  gone 
 To  claim  the  kingdom  for  thy  own, 
 
 Through  thee  to  all  men  given, 
 To  challenge  and  prepare  a  place 
 For  us,  and  every  child  of  grace, 
 
 And  write  our  names  in  heaven  ? 
 
 HYMN  CCLXXVII. 
 
 1  TJ>ATHER  of  everlafting  grace, 
 
 JP    Thy  goodnefs  and  thy  truth  we  praiie* 
 Thy  goodnefs  and  thy  truth  we  prove  : 
 
 Thou  haft  in  honour  of  thy  Son 
 
 The  Gift  unfpeakable  fent  down, 
 
 The  Spirit  of  life,  and  power,  and  love. 
 
 2  Thou  haft  The  Prophecy  fulml'd, 
 The  grand  original  compact,  feal'd. 
 
 For  which  thy  word  and  oath  were  join'd ; 
 The  Prcmlfe  to  our  fallen  head, 
 To  every  child  of  Adam  made, 
 
 Is  now  pour'd  out  on  all  mankind. 
 
 3  The  purchas'd  Comforter  is  given, 
 For  Jefns  is  return'd  to  heaven 
 
 To  claim  and  then  The  Grace  impart : 
 
 Y  2  Our 
 
(     *58     ) 
 
 Our  day  of  Pentecoft  is  come, 
 And  God  vouchfafes  to  fix  his  home 
 In  every  poor  expecting  heart. 
 
 Father,  on  thee  in  faith  we  call, 
 And  own  thy  promife  is  for  All  ; 
 
 While  every  one  that  afks  receives, 
 Receives  the  gift  and  giver  too, 
 And  witnefles  that  thou  art  true, 
 
 And  in  thy  Spirit  walks  and  lives. 
 
 HYMN       CCLXXVIII. 
 
 TOT  to  a  fingle  age  confin'd, 
 For  every  foul  of  man  defign'd, 
 O  God,  we  now  that  Spirit  claim  : 
 To  us  the  Holy  Ghoft  impart, 
 Breathe  him  into  our  panting  heart, 
 Thou  hear'ft  us  afk  in  Jefu's  name. 
 
 Send  us  the  Spirit  of  thy  Son, 
 
 To  make  the  depths  of  Godhead  known, 
 
 To  make  us  mare  the  life  divine; 
 Send  him  the  fprinkled  blood  to  apply, 
 Send  him  our  fouls  to  fanctify, 
 
 And  fhew  and  feal  us  ever  thine. 
 
 So  fhall  we  pray,  and  never  ceafe, 
 So  mail  we  thankfully  confefs 
 
 Thy  wifdom,  truth,  and  power,  and  love 
 With  joy  unfpeajcable  adore, 
 And  blefs  and  praife  thee  evermore, 
 
 And  ferve  thee  like  thv  hofl  above. 
 
 4  Til 
 
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 Till  added  to  that  heavenly  choir, 
 We  raife  our  longs  of  triumph  higher, 
 
 And  praife  thee  in  a  nobler  ftrain, 
 We  would  outfoar  the  feraph's  flight, 
 And  fing  with  all  our  friends  in  light 
 
 Thy  everlafting  love  to  man. 
 
 HYMN         CCLXXIX. 
 
 i        Q INNERS,  lift  up  your  hearts,, 
 ^  The  promife  to  receive  ! 
 Jefus  himfelf  imparts, 
 He  comes  in  man  to  live  ; 
 The  Holy  Ghoft  to  man  is  given  ; 
 Rejoice  in  God  fentdown  from  heaven. 
 
 i       Jefus  is  glorified, 
 
 And  gives  the  Comforter, 
 His  Spirit  to  refide 
 
 In  all  his  members  here  : 
 The  Holy  Ghoft  to  man  is  givgn  ; 
 Rejoice  in  God  fent  clown  from  heaven. 
 
 ;       To  make  an  end  of  fin, 
 
 And  fatan's  works  deftroy, 
 He  brings  his  kingdom  in, 
 
 Peace,  righteoufnefs,  and  joy  : 
 The  Holy  Ghoft  to  man  is  given ; 
 Rejoice  in  God  fent  down  from  heaven. 
 
 Sent  down  to  make  us  meet 
 
 To  fee  his  glorious  face, 
 And  grant  us  each  a  feat 
 
 In  that  thrice  happy  place  : 
 
 Y  3    '  The 
 
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 The  Holy  Ghoft  to  man  is  given  ; 
 Rejoice  in  God  fent  down  from  heaven. 
 
 From  heaven  he  ihall  once  more 
 
 Triumphantly  defcend, 
 And  all  his  faints  reftore 
 To  joys  that  never  end ; 
 Then,  then,  when  all  our  joys  are  given5 
 Rejoice  in  God,  rejoice  in  heaven. 
 
 HYMN         CCLXXX. 
 
 i   TTVVTHER,  admit  our  lawful  claim, 
 J/      Let  us  that  aflc  receive  ; 
 To  us  that  afk  in  jefu's  name 
 Thou  --wilt  thy  Spirit  give. 
 
 2  If  evil  we,  by  nature  know 
 
 To  give  our  children  food, 
 Much  more  thou  wilt  on  us  bellow 
 The  foul-iuitainmg  good. 
 
 3  Our  holy  heavenly  Father  thou 
 
 Regard  ft  thy  childrens'  prayer  : 
 Anfwer,  and  fend,  Oh  fend  us  now 
 The  promis'd  Comforter. 
 
 4  We  feek,  thou  know'ft  we  feek  thy  face  ; 
 
 Let  us  the  bleffing  find  : 
 Open  the  door  of  faith  and  grace 
 To  us,  and  all  mankind. 
 
 Surely 
 
(       26l       ) 
 
 5  Surely  then  wilt,  we  dare  believe, 
 For  Jefu's  fake  alone, 
 Thou  wilt  to  us  the  Spirit  give, 
 Give  all  good  gifts  in  one. 
 
 '  H  Y  M  N  CCLXXXI 
 
 John  xiv.  1 6. 
 
 i     TESUS,  we  hang  upon  thy  word, 
 
 J    Our  faithful  fouls  have  heard  from  thee 
 Be  mindful  of  thy  promife,  Lord, 
 
 Thy  promife  made  to  all  and  me, 
 Thy  followers  who  thy  fteps  purfue, 
 And  dare  believe  that  God  is  true. 
 
 2  Come  then,  dear  Lord,  thyfelf  reveal, 
 
 And  let  the  promife  now  take  place  ; 
 Be  it  according  to  thy  will, 
 
 According  to  thy  word  of  grace  ; 
 Thy  forrowful  difciples  cheer, 
 And  fend  us  down  the  Co?nfcrter. 
 
 3  He  vifits  now  the  troubled  breaft, 
 
 And  oft  relieves  our  fad  complaint, 
 But  foon  we  lofe  the  tranfient  gueft, 
 
 Butfoon  we  droop  again  and  faint, 
 Repeat  the  melancholy  moan, 
 Our  joy  is  fled,  our  comfort  gone. 
 
 4  Haften  him,  Lord,  into  our  heart  % 
 Our  fure  infeparable  guide  ; 
 
 Oh 
 
(       262       ) 
 
 Oh  might  we  meet  and  never  part, 
 Oh  might  he  in  our  heart  abide  ; 
 And  keep  his^ioufe  of  praife  and  prayer, 
 And  reft  and  reign  for  ever  there. 
 
 ■j 
 
 HYMN  CCLXXXII, 
 
 John  xiv.  16. 
 
 ESUS,  thy  word  we  dare  believe  ! 
 To  us  the  Father  in  thy  name 
 Another  Paraclete*  mail  give  ; 
 Another,  yet  with  thee  the  fame. 
 
 2  The  Father  mail  thy  Spirit  fend, 
 
 Send  him  no  more  to  take  away, 
 Send  him  to  guide  us  to  the  end, 
 And  always  in  his  temple  flay. 
 
 3  The  Comforter  mall  furely  come, 
 
 And  all  the  heirs  of  glory  feal, 
 And  God  in  us  {hall  fix  his  home, 
 And  in  his  church  for  ever  dwell. 
 
 4  He  doth  in  all  his  faints  refide, 
 
 The  promised  Paraclete  is  given, 
 The  Saviour's  word  is  verified, 
 
 The  Holy  Ghojl  fent  down  from  heaven. 
 
 Pleader ;  Advocate,  sr  Comforter. 
 
 5  We 
 
(     263    ) 
 
 HYMN        CCLXXXIII. 
 
 John   xiv.    16,    17. 
 
 1    T^ATHER,  glorify  thy  Son, 
 j/     Anfwer  his  prevailing- prayer  ; 
 Send  that  mterceffor  down. 
 
 Send  that  other  Comforter, 
 Whom  believingly  we  claim, 
 Whom  we  afk.  in  Jefu's  name. 
 
 1  Now  we  know  by  faith  and  feel 
 
 Him,  the  Spirit  of  truth  and  grace  ; 
 With  us  he  vcuchfafes  to  dwell, 
 
 With  us,  though  unfeen,  he  flays  ; 
 All  our  help,  and  good  we  own 
 Freely  flows  from  him  alone. 
 
 3  Yet,  alas,  we  cannot  reft 
 
 Help'd  with  an  external  guide, 
 'Till  the  tranfitory  gueil  . 
 
 Enter,  and  in  us  abide  : 
 Give  him,  Lord,  thy  Spirit  give, 
 In  us  confiantlj  to  live. 
 
 ±  Wilt  thou  not  the  prorriife  feat, 
 True  and  gracious  as  thou  art, 
 
 Send  the  Comforter  to  dwell 
 Every  moment  in  our  heart  ? 
 
 Yes,  thou  wilt  the  gr^ce  beftow, 
 
 Jelusfaid,  it  mail  be  fb  ! 
 
 H  V  M  H 
 
(     a6t    > 
 
 HYMN  CCLXXXlV 
 
 1  /"\  Happy  ftate  of  grace 
 
 \^_J     In  which  by  faith  we  fland  ! 
 
 Who  Jefu's  word  obeys, 
 
 And  keeps  his  kind  command, 
 Communion  ciofer  frill  mail  know, 
 And  God  mail  dwell  in  him  below. 
 
 2  Not  to  thofe  earlier!  days 
 
 The  promife  was  connn'd  : 
 The  Spirit  of  his  grace 
 
 Extends  to  all  mankind, 
 And  all,  who  love  the  Lord,  receive 
 The  Lord  within  their  hearts  to  live. 
 
 3  O  Son  of  God,  to  thee 
 
 We  make  our  bold  appeal ; 
 Wouldft  thou  the  Deity 
 To  ail  the  world  reveal  ? 
 Thou,  Lord,  the  faithful  witnefs  art ; 
 Return  the  anfwer  in  our  heart. 
 
 4  Come  quickly  from  above 
 
 And  bring  the  i  ather  down, 
 Infufe  the  perfect  love. 
 
 Make  all  the  Godhead  known, 
 Come,  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit,  come, 
 And  feal  us  thy  eternal  home. 
 
 H  Y  M  K 
 
(    *«s    ) 
 
 H  Y  M  N        CCLXXXV. 
 
 Ik    that  Day,   fcfc.         Ifaiah  xii.    I,  2,   3,    4, 
 
 1  TTAPPY  foul  who  fees  the  day, 
 X~l     The  glad  day  of  gofpel-grace  ! 
 Thee  my  Lord  (thou  then  wilt  fay) 
 
 Thee  will  I  for  ever  praife. 
 Though  thy  wrath  againft  me  burn'd, 
 
 Thou  doit,  comfort  me  again  ; 
 All  thy  wrath  afide  is  turn'd, 
 
 Thou  haft  blotted  out  my  fin. 
 
 2  Me,  behold  !  thy  mercy  fpares, 
 
 Jefus  my  falvation  is : 
 Hence  my  doubts,  away  my  fears, 
 
 Jefus  is  become  my  peace. 
 Jan,  Jehovah  is  my  Lord, 
 
 Ever  merciful  andjuft, 
 I  will  lean  upon  his  word, 
 
 I  will  on  his  promife  truft. 
 
 3  Strong  I  am,  for  he  is  ftrong, 
 
 Juft  in  righteoufnefs  divine ; 
 He  is  my  triumphal  fong, 
 
 All  he  has,  and  is,  are  my  mine. 
 Mine;  and  yours,  whoe'er  believe  ; 
 
 On  his  name  whoe'er  fhall  call, 
 Freely  fhall  his  grace  receive; 
 
 He  is  full  of  grace  for  all. 
 
 4  Therefore  fhall  ye  draw  with  joy 
 
 Water  from  faivation's  well ; 
 Praife  fhall  your  glad  tongues  employ, 
 While  his  ftreaming  grace  ye  feel. 
 
 Each 
 
(     z66    ) 
 
 Each  to  each  ye  then  mall  fay, 
 Sinners,  call  upon  his  name  ; 
 
 Oh  !  rejoice  to  Tee  his  day  : 
 See  it,  and  his  praife  proclaim. 
 
 HYMN       CCLXXXVI. 
 
 Sing   unto   the   Lord,    Uc.         Ifaiah   xii.    5,    6. 
 
 1    ^^  LORY  to  his  name  belongs, 
 Vjf   Great  and  marvellous,  and  high  : 
 Sing  unto  the  Lord  your  fongs, 
 
 Cry,  to  every  nation  cry  ! 
 "Vv'onderous  things  the  Lord  hath  done, 
 
 Excellent  his  name  we  find  ; 
 This  to  all  mankind  is  known ; 
 
 Be  it  known  to  all  mankind  ! 
 
 2  Sion,  fhout  thy  Lord  and  King, 
 
 lfrael's  holy  one  is  he  ! 
 Give  him  thanks,  rejoice,  and  fing, 
 
 Great  he  is,  and  dwells  in  thee. 
 O  the  grace  unfearchable  ! 
 
 While  eternal  ages  roll, 
 God  delights  in  man  to  dwell, 
 
 Soul  of  each  believing  foul. 
 
 ■j 
 
 HYMN        CCLXXXVII. 
 
 John  xiv.  25,  26,  27. 
 
 ESUS,  we  on  that  word  depend, 
 Spoken  bv  thee  while  prefent  here  : 
 
 The 
 
(     &     ) 
 
 The  Father  in  thy  name  will  fend 
 The  Holy  Ghost,  the  Comforted. 
 
 Z  That  Promife  made  to  Adam's  race. 
 Now,  Lord,  in  us,  even  us  fulfil, 
 And  give  the  Spirit  of  thy  grace, 
 To  teach  us  all  thy  perfect  will. 
 
 3  That  heavenly  teacher  of  mankind, 
 
 That  guide  infallible  impart, 
 To  bring  thy  fayings  to  our  mind, 
 And  write  them  on  our  faithful  heart. 
 
 4  He  only  can  the  words  apply 
 
 Through  which  we  endlefs  life  poiTefy 
 And  deal  to  each  bis  legacy, 
 His  Lord's  unutterable  peace. 
 
 5  That  peace  of  God,  that  peace  of  thine, 
 
 Oh  might  he  now  to  us  bring  in, 
 
 And  fill  our  fouls  with  power  divine, 
 
 And  make  an  end  of  fear  and  fin, 
 
 6  The  length  and  breadth  of  love  reveal,   • 
 
 The  height  and  depth  of  Deity, 
 And  all  the  fons  of  glory  feal, 
 
 And  change  and  make  us  all  like  thee  ! 
 
 H  Y  M  N         CCLXXXVIII. 
 
 Peace  I  leave   with  you.       John  xiv.  27, 
 
 'S' 
 
 WIOUR,  Lord,  who  at  thy  death 
 Peace  didft  to  thy  church  bequeath, 
 
 Z  Now 
 
(     268     ) 
 
 Now  confer  the  peace  on  me, 
 Bring  me  now  my  legacy. 
 
 2  Grant  me,  for  thy  mercy's  fake, 
 Me  who  no  return  can  make, 
 That  which  I  can  never  buy, 
 Save,  and  freely  juftify. 
 
 3  Grant  me  (not  as  mortal  men 
 Give,  and  aik  their  gifts  again) 
 Peace,  which  none  can  take  away, 
 Peace  which  fhallfor  ever  flay. 
 
 4  J<fow  the  benefit  impart, 
 Speak  it  to  my  troubled  heart, 
 Comfort  and  thyfelf  reftore, 
 Come,  and  bid  me  fin  no  more. 
 
 5  Come,  and  wipe  away  my  tears, 
 Come,  and  fcatter  all  my  fears, 
 Come,  and  take  me  to  thy  breaft, 
 Lull'me  to  eternal  reft. 
 
 HYMN        CCLXXXIX. 
 
 The  Mighty  God.       Ifaiah  ix.  6. 
 
 JESUS,  thou  art  the  Mighty  God, 
 The  child  and  Son  on  us  beftow'd, 
 Jehovah  born  on  earth,  in  thee 
 The  everlafting  Son  we  fee  ; 
 And  all  the  church  triumphant  fings 
 The  Prince  of  peace,  the  King  of  kings. 
 
 2  Thou 
 
(  ri?  ) 
 
 Thou  art  the  co-eternal  Son, 
 
 In  fubftance  with  thy  Father  one. 
 
 In  peribn  differing  we  proclaim, 
 
 In  power  and  majeity  the  fame: 
 
 For  him  in  thee  we  magnify, 
 
 And  thee  in  him,  the  Lord  mod  high. 
 
 No  vain  diftinetion  we  confefs 
 Betwixt  a  greater  God  and  lefs  : 
 No  inequality  there  is, 
 But  his  are  thine,  and  thine  are  his  : 
 And  thee  we  on  thy  Father's  feat, 
 One  glorious  God  for  ever  greet. 
 
 hymn      ccxc, 
 
 Moved  by  the  Holy  Gboft .   2  Pet,  i.  21.  2  Tim.  ili.  16. 
 
 1  QPIRIT  of  truth,  effential  God, 
 
 i5  Who  didfl  thy  ancient  faints  infpire  ! 
 Shed  in  our  hearts  thy  love  abroad, 
 
 And  touch  our  lips  with  hallow'd  nre  : 
 Our  God  from  all  eternity, 
 World  without  end  we  worfhip  thee  ! 
 
 2  Still  we  believe,  Almighty  Lord, 
 
 Whofe  prefence  fills  both  earth  and  heaven* 
 The  meaning  of  the  written  word 
 
 Is  by  thy  infpiratio'n  given  : 
 Thou  only  doft  thyfelf  explain, 
 The  fecret  mind  of  God  to  man. 
 
 Z  2  3  G 
 
(       270       ) 
 
 Come  then,  divine  Interpreter, 
 
 The  fcriptures  to  our  hearts  apply  : 
 
 And  taught  by  thee,  we  God  revere, 
 Him  in  three  perfons  magnify  : 
 
 In  each  the  triune  God  adore, 
 
 Who  was,  and  is  for  evermore. 
 
 hymn       ccxci. 
 
 i    TT  AIL,  Holy  Ghoft,  Jehovah,  third 
 JLJL   Li  order  of  the  Three  ; 
 Sprung  from  the  Father  and  the  word 
 From  all  eternity, 
 
 2  Thy  Spirit  brooding  o'er  the  abyfs 
 
 Of  formlefs  waters  lay  : 
 Spoke  into  form  whatever  is, 
 And  darknefs  into  day. 
 
 3  In  deepeft  hell,  or  heaven's  height, 
 
 Thy  prefence  who  can  fly  ? 
 Known  is  the  Father  to  thy  fight, 
 The  abyfs  of  Deity. 
 
 4  Thy  power  through  Jefu's  life  difplay'd, 
 
 Quite  from  the  virgin's  womb, 
 
 Dying,  his  foul  an  offering  made, 
 
 And  rais'd  him  from  the  tomb. 
 
 5  God's  image  which  our  fins  deftroy, 
 
 Thy  grace  reftores  below  ; 
 And  truth  and  holinefs  and  joy 
 From  thee,  their  fountain,  flow. 
 
 6  Hail, 
 
(     27i     ) 
 
 6  Hail,  Holy  Ghoft,  Jehovah,  third 
 In  order  of  the  Three, 
 Sprung  from  the  Father  and  the  Word 
 From  ail  eternity  ! 
 
 HYMN       ccxcn 
 
 Day  ofChrijl—Day  c/GoJ.  ?hil.  i.  10.  2  Pet.iii.  i2< 
 
 i   '"TAHS  day  of  Chrifl,  the  day  of  God, 
 X      We  humbly  hope  with  joy  to  fee, 
 WafrVd  in  the  fancYifying  blood 
 Of  an  expiring  Deity. 
 
 2  Who  did  for  us  his  life  refign  ; 
 
 There  is  no  other  God  but;  One  : 
 For  all  the  plenitude  divine 
 Refides  in  his  eternal  Son. 
 
 j 
 
 Spotlefs,  iincere,  without  offence, 
 
 Oh  may  we  to  his  day  remain  1 
 Who  truft  the  blood  of  God  to  cleanfe 
 
 Our  fouls  from  every  finful  flam. 
 
 4  Lord,  we  believe  the  promife  fure  : 
 
 The  purchas'd  Comforter  impart  ! 
 Apply  thy  blood,  to  make  us  pure  : 
 To  keep  us  pure  in  life  and  heart  1 
 
 5  Then  let  us  fee  that  day  fupreme, 
 
 :n  none  thy  Godhead  ihall  deny  ! 
 Thy  fovereign  Majefty  blafbheme, 
 
 Or  count  thee  lefs  than  the  Moll  High. 
 
 Z3  *     6  Wher 
 
(       272       ) 
 
 6  When  all  who  on  their  God  believe, 
 Who  here  thy  laffc  appearing  love, 
 Shall  thy  confummatejoy  receive, 
 And  fee  thy  glorious  face  above. 
 
 HYMN        CCXC1II. 
 
 My  Lord  and  ?ny  God.     John  XX.  28. 
 
 1     TESUS,  my  Lord,  my  God  ! 
 J    The  God  fupreme  thou  art : 
 The  Lord  of  noils,  whofe  precious  blood 
 Is  fprinkled  on  my  heart. 
 
 z  Jehovah  is  thy  name: 
 
 And  through  thy  blood  applied 
 Convinc'd  and  certified  I  am, 
 There  is  no  God  befide. 
 
 3  Soon  as  thy  Spirit  (hows 
 
 That  precious  blood  of  thine, 
 The  happy,  pai^lon'd  firmer  knows. 
 It  is  the  blood  divine. 
 
 4  But  only  lie  who  feels 
 
 My  Saviour  died  for  me, 
 Is  fure  that  all  the  Godhead  dwells 
 Eternally  in  thee. 
 
 hymn       ccxciv. 
 Knowledge  cf  the  Holy  Ones,  &c.  Prov.  ix.  10. 
 
 T 
 
 HE  wifdom  own'd  by  all  thy  fons, 
 To  me,  O  God,  impart  ! 
 
 The 
 
(     273     ) 
 
 The  knowledge  of  the  holy  ones, 
 The  underftanding  heart. 
 
 z  Thy  name,  O  holy  Father,  tell 
 To  one  who  would  believe  : 
 To  me  thy  holy  Son  reveal  ! 
 Thy  holy  Spirit  give  I 
 
 3  'Tis  life,  eternal  life,  to  know 
 
 The  heavenly  perfons  mine  : 
 Father,  and  Son,  and  Spirit,  bellow 
 That  precious  faith  divine  ! 
 
 4  A  Trinity  in  Unity 
 
 My  foul  fhall  then  ad  ore  : 
 And  love,  and  praife,  and  worihip  thee, 
 Jehovah,  evermore. 
 
 HYMN        CCXCV. 
 
 1  T  TAIL,  God  the  Son,  in  glory  crown'd 
 JL  X   E'er  time  began  to  be, 
 
 Thron'd  with  thy  Sire  through  half  the  round 
 Of  wide  eternity  1 
 
 2  Let  heaven  and  earth's  lhipendous  frame 
 
 Difplay  their  author's  power, 
 And  each  exalted  feraph's  flame, 
 Creator,  thee  adore  ! 
 
 3  Thy  wonderous  love  the  Godhead  ih  ew'd 
 
 Contracted  to  a  fpan, 
 The  co -eternal  Son  of  God, 
 The  mortal  fon  of  man. 
 
 a  To 
 
(     V4     ) 
 
 4  To  fave  mankind  from  loft  eftate, 
 
 Behold  his  life-blood  ftream! 
 Hail,  Lord !  Almighty  to  create ! 
 Almighty  to  redeem  ! 
 
 5  The  Mediator's  God-like  fway, 
 
 His  church  beneath  fuftains  ; 
 Till  nature  fhall  her  judge  furvey, 
 The  King  Meffiah  reigns. 
 
 6  Hail,  witheffential  glory  crown'd, 
 
 When  time  fhall  ceafe  to  be, 
 Throird  with  thy  Father  through  the  round 
 Of  whole  eternity. 
 
 HYMN         CCXCVI. 
 
 God /aid,  let  us  make  Man.      Gen.  i.  z6. 
 
 H 
 
 AIL,  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit  great. 
 Before  the  birth  of  time  : 
 Enthron'd  in  everlafting  ftate, 
 Jehovah,  Elohim  1 
 
 2  From  thee  our  being  we  receive, 
 
 The  creatures  of  thy  grace  ; 
 And  rais'd  out  of  the  earth,  we  live 
 Tofingour  Maker's  praife. 
 
 3  Thy  powerful,  wife,  and  loving  mind 
 
 Did  our  creation  plan  : 
 And  all  the  glorious  perfons  join'd 
 1  o  form  thy  favourite  man. 
 
 4  Again 
 
<     *75     I 
 
 Again  thou  didft  in  council  meet. 
 Thy  ruin'd  work  reftore  : 
 
 Eftablifli'd  in  our  firfl  eftate, 
 To  forfeit  it  no  more. 
 
 And  when  we  rife  in  love  renew'd, 
 Our  fouls  refamble  thee  ; 
 
 An  image  of  the  triune  God 
 To  all  eternity. 
 
 hymn       ccxcvu. 
 
 i    TT  AIL,  holy,  holy,  holy  Lord  ! 
 Jf"l      Be  endlefs  praife  to  thee  1 
 Supreme,  effential  One,  ador'd 
 In  co-eternal  Three. 
 
 2  Inthron'd  in  everlafting  ftate 
 E'er  time  it's  round  began, 
 Who  join'd  in  council  to  create 
 The  dignity  of  man . 
 
 3*  To  whom  Ifaiab's  vifion  fhew'd, 
 The  feraphs  veil  their  wings, 
 .  While  theex  Jehovah,  Lord  and  God, 
 The  angelic  army  fings. 
 
 4  To  thee  by  myftic  powers  on  high 
 
 Were  humble  praifes  given, 
 When  John  beheld  with  favour'd  eye 
 The  inhabitants  of  heaven. 
 
 5  All  that  the  name  of  creature  owns 
 
 To  thee  in  hymns  afpire  ; 
 
 Mayv 
 
(     2/6     ) 
 
 May  we  as  angels  on  our  thrones 
 For  ever  join  the  choir  ! 
 
 Hail,  holy,  holy,  holy  Lord  ! 
 
 Be  endlefs  praife  to  thee  ; 
 Supreme,  eilential  One,  ador'd 
 
 in  co-eternal  Three.  * 
 
 H  Y  M  N        CCXCVIII 
 
 i        T    ET  God  the  Father  live 
 \_j  For  ever  on  our  tongues; 
 Sinners  from  his  free  love  derive 
 The  ground  of  all  their  fongs. 
 
 2  Ye  faints  employ  your  breath 
 In  honour  of  the  Son, 
 
 Who  brought  your  fouls  from  hell  and  death, 
 By  offering  up  your  ov.  n. 
 
 3  Give  to  the  Spirit  praife 
 Of  an  immortal  flrain, 
 
 Whofe  light,  and  powefl,  and  grace  conveys 
 Salvation  down  to  men, 
 
 4  While  God  the  Comforter 
 Reveals  our  pardon'd  fin  ; 
 
 Oh  may  the  blood  and  water  bear 
 The  fame  record  within. 
 
 5  To  the  great  One  in  Three 
 That  feai  the  grace  in  heaven, 
 
 The  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit,  be 
 Eternal  glory  given.    • 
 
 H  Y  M  N 
 
(     277     ) 
 
 •  H  Y   M   If  CCXCIX. 
 
 i   TJ  LEST  be  the  Father  and  his  love, 
 jj  To  whofe  celeftial  fource  we  owe 
 Rivers  of  endlefs  joy  above, 
 
 And  rills  of  comfort  here  below. 
 
 2  Glory  to  thee,  great  Son  of  Gcd  ; 
 Forth  from  thy  wounded  body  rolls 
 A  precious  ftream  of  vital  blood, 
 Pardon  and  life  for  dying  fouls. 
 
 5  We  give  the  facred  Spirit  praife, 
 Who  in  our  hearts  of  lin  and  woe 
 Makes  living  fprings  of  grace  arife, 
 And  into  boundiefs  glory  flew. 
 
 4  Thus,  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
 And  God  the  Spirit  we  adore  ; 
 That  fea  of  life  and  love  unknown, 
 Without  a  bottom  or  a  fhore. 
 
 hymn      c  c  c . 
 The  Lcrd  bkfs  thee,  iz'c.     Num.  vi.  24,  25,  26. 
 
 JEHOVAH,  God  the  Father,  blefs 
 And  thy  own  work  defend  ! 
 With  mercy's  out-ftretchd  arms  embrace 
 And  keep  us  to  the  end  ! 
 
 2  Jehovah,  God  the  Son,  reveal 
 The  brightnefs  of  thy  face  ! 
 
 And 
 
(     278     > 
 
 And  all  thy  pardoned  people  fill 
 With  plenitude  of  grace  ! 
 
 3  Shine  forth  with  all  the  Deity 
 
 Which  dwells  in  thee  alone  : 
 And  lift  us  up,  thy  face  to  fee, 
 On  thy  eternal  throne  ! 
 
 4  Jehovah,  God  the  Spirit,  fhine, 
 
 Father  and  Son  to  fliow  ; 
 With  blifs  ineffable  divine 
 OurravihYd  hearts  o'erflow. 
 
 5  Sure  earneft  of  that  happinefs, 
 
 That  human  hope  tranfcends ; 
 Be  thou  our  everlafting  peace, 
 When  grace  in  glory  ends. 
 
 6  Thy  blefling,  grace,  and  peace  we  claim. 
 
 Great  God  in  Perfons  Three  ; 
 That  incommunicable  name, 
 Afcribing  now  to  thee. 
 
 7  We  focn  fhalljoin  the  harping  hofr, 
 
 And  fing  thy  faints  among, 
 To  father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghoft, 
 The  new  eternal  fong. 
 
 H  Y  m  ft      ccci. 
 Iloly,  holy,  holy  is  the  Lord  of  Hefts.  Ifaiahvi.  3. 
 
 ■h 
 
 AIL,  holy,  holy,  holy  Lord, 
 Whom  One  in  Three  we  know ; 
 
 By 
 
(     *79    ) 
 
 By  all  thy  heavenly  hoft  ador'tf, 
 By  all  thy  church  below, 
 
 2  One  undivided  Trinity 
 
 With  triumph  we  proclaim  : 
 The  univerfe  is  full  of  thee, 
 •     And  fpeaks  thy  glorious  name. 
 
 3  Thee,  Holy  Father,  we  confefs  ; 
 
 Thee,  Holy  Son,  adore  : 
 Thee,  Spirit  of  truth  and  holinefs, 
 We  worfhip  evermore. 
 
 4  The  incommunicable  right, 
 
 Almighty  God,  receive  ! 
 Which  angel-choirs,  and  faints  in  light* 
 And  faints  embodied  give. 
 
 5  Hail,  holy,  holy,  holy  Lord, 
 
 (Our  heavenly  fong  fhall  be) 
 Supreme,  efTential  One,  ador'd 
 In  co-eternal  Three  1 
 
 K  Y  m  n      cccu. 
 
 i    TTOLY,  holy,  holy  Lord, 
 11   God  the  Father  and  the  Word  ! 
 God  the  Comforter,  receive 
 Bleflings  more  than  we  can  give ! 
 
 z  Mixt  with  thofe  beyond  the  iky, 
 Chanters  to  the  Lord  moft  high; 
 We  our  hearts  and  voices  raife, 
 Echoing  thy  eternal  praife. 
 
 A  a  3  One 
 
(     28o     ) 
 
 3  One  inexplicably  Three  ; 
 One  in  fimpleft  unity, 
 God,  incline  thy  gracious  ear, 
 Us  thylifping  creatures  hear! 
 
 4.  Thee,  while  duft  and  afties  lings, 
 Angels  fhrink  within  their  wings  ; 
 Proftrate  Seraphim  above 
 Breathe  unutterable  love. 
 
 5  Happy  they  who  never  reft, 
 With  thy  heavenly  prefence  bleft  : 
 They  the  heights  of  glory  fee, 
 Sound  the  depths  of  Deity  1 
 
 6  Fain  with  them  our  fouls  would  rife  ; 
 Sink  as  low,  and  mount  as  high  ; 
 Fall  o'erwhelm'd  with  love,  or  foar  ; 
 Shout  or  filently  adore  ! 
 
 1  A">OME,  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghoft, 
 V_^/  Whom  one  all-perfed  God  we  own  ; 
 Reftorer  of  thy  image  loft,  v 
 
 Thy  various  offices  make  known  : 
 Difplay,  our  faUen  fouls  to  raife, 
 Thy  whole  oeconomy  of  grace. 
 
 2  Jehovah  in  three  perfons  come, 
 And  draw,  and  fprinkle  us,  and  feal, 
 Poor  guilty,  dying  worms,  in  whom 
 Thou  doft  eternal  life  reveal : 
 
 The 
 
(       ill       ) 
 
 The  knowledge  of  thyfelf  beftow, 
 And  all  thy  glorious  goodnefs  ihow. 
 
 3  Soon  as  our  pardon'd  hearts  believe 
 That  thou  art  pure,  effential  love, 
 The  proof  we  in  ourfelves  receive 
 Of  the  three  witnerTes  above  ; 
 
 Sure  as  the  faints  around  thy  throne. 
 That  Father,  Word,  and  Spirit,  are  one, 
 
 4  O  that  we  now  in  love  renew'd 
 Might  blamelefs  in  thy  light  appear! 
 Wake  we  in  thy  fimilitude  ; 
 Stampt  with  the  triune  character  ; 
 Flefh,  fpirit,  foul  to  thee  refign, 
 And  live  and  die  entirely  thine. 
 
 hymn       ccciv, 
 
 1  TTrE  praife  the  Trinity  ador'd 
 
 V  V       By  all  the  holts  above  ; 
 And  one  thrice  holy  God  and  Lord 
 Through  endlefs  ages  love. 
 
 2  Triumphant  hoft  !   they  never  ceafe 
 
 To  laud  and  magnify 
 The  triune  God  of  hoiinefs, 
 Whofe  glory  fills  the  Iky. 
 
 3  Whofe  glory  to  this  earth  extends, 
 
 While  God  himfelf  imparts, 
 And  the  whole  Trinity  defcends 
 Into  our  faithful  hearts. 
 A  a  z 
 
i  282   ) 
 
 4  By  iaith  the  upper  choir  we  meet, 
 
 And  challenge  them  to  fing, 
 Jehovah  on  his  mining  feat, 
 Our  Maker  and  our  King. 
 
 5  But  God  made  flefli  is  wholly  ours, 
 
 And  afks  our  nobler  ftrain  ; 
 The  Father  of  celeftial  powers, 
 The  Friend  of  earth-born  man  ! 
 
 6  Ye  feraphs,  neareft  to  the  throne 
 
 With  rapturous  amaze  ; 
 On  us  poor  ranfom'd  worms  look  down, 
 For  heaven's  fuperior  praife  ! 
 
 7  The  King  whofe  glorious  face  ye  fee, 
 
 For  us  his  crown  refign'd  ! 
 That  fulnefs  of  the  Deity  ! 
 He  died  for  all  mankind  ! 
 
 HYMN        CCCV. 
 
 1  ^TpHEE,  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghoft, 
 
 J[      Inexplicably  one  and  three, 
 As  worihipp'd  by  the  heavenly  hoft, 
 Thy  church  on  earth  we  worfhip  thee. 
 
 2  Three  uncompounded  perfons,  one, 
 
 One  undivided  God  proclaim  ; 
 In  eflence,  nature,  fubftance  one, 
 Through  all  eternity  the  fame. 
 
 3  One  perfon  of  the  Sire  we  praife, 
 
 Another  of  the  Son  adore, 
 
 Another 
 
(     *83     ) 
 
 Another  of  the  Spirit  confcfs, 
 Equal  in  majeiry  and  power. 
 
 4.  To  each  the  glory  appertains, 
 
 The  Godhead  of  the  three  in  one  : 
 And  one  fupreme  Jehovah  reigns, 
 High  on  his  eveiiafling  throne. 
 
 5  The  Father,  Sen,  and  Spirit  of  love, 
 
 One  uncreated  God  we  hail ! 
 Not  fully  known  by  faints  above,  • 
 To  us  incompreheniible. 
 
 6  The  Father,  Sen,  and  Spirit  of  grace, 
 
 All-wife,  almighty,  and  moft  high  : 
 One  true    eternal  God  we  blefs, 
 
 And  fpread  his  fame  through  earth  and  fey. 
 
 7  The  Father  is  both  God  and  Lord  : 
 
 Both  God  and  Lord  is  Chrift  the  Son  : 
 The  Holy  Ghoft,  the  glorious  Third, 
 Both  God  and  Lord  his  people  own. 
 
 8  Both  God  and  Lord  we  him  believe, 
 
 Each  perfon  by  himfeif  we  name  : 
 Yet  not  three  Gods  or  Lords  receive, 
 But  one  eflentially  the  fame. 
 
 HYMN        CCCVI. 
 
 1    /~\   All  creating  God, 
 
 \_J   At  whofe  fupreme  decree, 
 Our  body  rofc,  a  breathing  clod, 
 Our  fouls  fprang  forth  from  thee. 
 
 A  a  3  2  For 
 
(      2B4     ) 
 
 For  this  thou  haft  defign'd. 
 And  form'd  us  man  for  this  : 
 
 To  know,  and  love  thyfelf,  and  find 
 In  thee  our  endlefs  blifs. 
 
 HYMN  CCCVII. 
 
 OMay  thy  powerful  word 
 Infpire  a  feeble  worm 
 To  rum  into  thy  kingdom,  Lord, 
 And  take  it  as  by  ftorm  ! 
 Oh  !  may  we  all  improve 
 The  grace  already  given, 
 To  feize  the  crown  of  perfect  love, 
 And  fcale  the  mount  of  heaven. 
 
 HYMN  C  C  C  V  1 1  I 
 
 COME,  holy  celeftial  Dove, 
 To  vifit  a  forrowful  breaft '. 
 My  burden  of  guilt  to  remove, 
 
 And  bring  me  afTurance  and  reft  : 
 Thou  only  haft  power  to  relieve 
 
 A  fmner  o'erwhelm'd  with  his  load, 
 The  fenfe  of'acceptance  to  give, 
 
 And  fprinkle  his  heart  with  thy  blood. 
 
 With  me  if  of  old  thou  haft  ftrove, 
 And  ftrangely  with-held  me  from  fin  ; 
 
 And  tried  by  the  lure  of  thy  love 
 My  worthlefs  afFeclions  to  win  ; 
 
 The 
 
(     *8j     ) 
 
 The  work  of  thy  mercy  revive, 
 Thy  uttermoft  mercy  exert, 
 
 And  kindly  continue  to  drive, 
 
 And  hold  'till  Fyield  thee  my  heart. 
 
 3  Thy  call  if  I  ever  have  known, 
 
 And  figh'd  from  myfelf  to  get  free, 
 And  groan'd  the  unfpeakable  groan, 
 
 And  long'cl  to  be  happy  in  thee  ; 
 Fulfil  the  imperfect  defire, 
 
 Thy  peace  to  my  confcience  reveal  ; 
 The  fenfe  of  thy  favour  infpire, 
 
 And  give  me  my  paraon  to  feel. 
 
 4  Mod  pitiful  Spirit  of  grace, 
 
 Relieve  me  again,  and  reftore  ; 
 My  fpirit  in  holinefs  raife, 
 
 To  fall  and  to  fuffer  no  more. 
 Come,  heavenly  Comforter,  come, 
 
 True  witnefs  of  mercy  divine  ; 
 And  make  me  thy  permanent  home, 
 
 And  feal  me  eternally  thine. 
 
 h  y  m  A       cccix. 
 
 //  is  expedient  for-  you  that  I  go  away.   John  xvi.  6,  7. 
 
 1    TESUS,  once  thy  love  we  tafted, 
 J    Cheer'd  by  thee  with  living  bread  : 
 But  how  fhort  a  time  it  lafted  1 
 Oh  how  foon  the  joy  is  fled  ! 
 Where  is  now  our  hoafted  Saviour, 
 Where  our  rapture  of  delight  ! 
 
 Haft 
 
(     2S6    ) 
 
 Haft  thou,  Lord,  withdrawn  thy  favour, 
 Art  thou  vanifh'd  from  our  fight  ? 
 
 2  Yet  thou  haft  the  caufe  unfolded, 
 
 Could  we  but  the  truth  receive, 
 Thou  in  humbling  love  haft  told  it, 
 
 Needful  'tis  for  us  to  grieve. 
 After  a  fhort  night  of  mourning 
 
 We  again  mall  fee  thy  face, 
 Triumph  in  thy  full  returning, 
 
 Glory  in  thy  perfect  grace. 
 
 3  For  thy  tranfient  outward  Prefence 
 
 We  thy  endlefs  love  fhall  feel, 
 Seated  in  our  utmoft  effence 
 
 Thou  malt  by  thy  Spirit  dwell  : 
 Jefus  come  !  thyfelf  the  giver, 
 
 Let  us  now  the  gift  receive  ; 
 Let  us  live  in  God  for  ever, 
 
 God  in  us  for  ever  live  ! 
 
 H  Y  M  N         CCCX. 
 
 John  xv.  26,  27. 
 
 JESUS,  our  exalted  head, 
 Regard  thy  people's  prayer, 
 Send  us  in  thy  body-f  ftead 
 The  abiding  Comforter  ; 
 From  thy  dazling  throne  above, 
 
 Prom  thy  Father's  glorious  feat 
 Send  thy  Spirit  of  truth  and  love, 
 The  eternal  Paracleie, 
 
 z  God 
 
(     287     ) 
 
 z  God  of  God,  and  light  of  light, 
 
 Thee  let  him  now  reveal, 
 Juftify  us  by  thy  right, 
 
 And  ftamp  us  with  thy  feal, 
 Fill  our  fouls  with  joy  and  peace, 
 
 Wifdorn,  grace,  and  utterance  give, 
 Conftitute  thy  witnefTes, 
 
 And  in  thy  members  live. 
 
 3  By  the  Holy  Ghoft  we  wait, 
 
 To  fay,  thou  art  the  Lord, 
 Sav'd,  and  to  our  firft  eftate 
 
 In  perfect  love  reftor'd, 
 Then  we  fhall  in  every  breath 
 
 Teftify  the  power  we  prove, 
 Publifh  thee  in  life  and  death 
 
 The  God  of  truth  and  love. 
 
 h  y  m  n      cccxi. 
 
 i  John  iv.  16,     2  Cor.  vi.  16. 
 
 i    T    OVE  divine,  all  loves  excelling, 
 X_j  Joy  of  heaven,  to  earth  come  down* 
 Fix  in  us  thy  humble  dwelling, 
 
 All  thy  faithful  mercies  crown  ! 
 Jefus,  thou  art  all  compaflion  I 
 
 Pure,  unbounded  love  thou  art : 
 Yifit  us  with  thy  falvation  ! 
 
 Enter  every  trembling  heart, 
 
 2  Come,  Almighty  to  deliver, 
 
 Let  us  all  thy  grace  receive  ;  j 
 
 Suddenly  return,  and  never, 
 Never  more  thy  temples  leave  : 
 
 Thee 
 
(     ^38     ) 
 
 Thee  we  would  be  always  bleffingj 
 Serve  thee  as  thy  holts  above  ; 
 
 Pray,  and  praife  thee  without  ceafing, 
 Glory  in  thy  perfect  love. 
 
 Finifh  then  thy  new  creation, 
 
 Pure  and  fpotlefs  let  us  be  : 
 Let  us  fee  thy  great  falvation, 
 
 Perfectly  reftor'd  in  thee  ; 
 Chang'd  from  glory  into  glory, 
 
 Till  in  heaven  we  take  our  place, 
 Till  we  caft  our  crowns  before  thee, 
 
 Loft  in  wonder,  love,  and  praife. 
 
 HYMN        CCCXI 
 
 The  Spirit  it/elf bearcth  witnefs,  &c.     Rom.  viii.  16. 
 
 1  TT7HEN  mall  I  hear  the  inward  voice, 
 
 V V     Which  only  faithful  fouls  can  hear? 
 Pardon,  and  peace,  and  heavenly  joys 
 
 Attend  the  promis'd  Comforter  : 
 Oh  !  come,  and  righteoufnefs  divine, 
 And  Chrift,  and  all  with  Chrift  is  mine. 
 
 2  Oh  that  the  Comforter  would  come  ! 
 
 Nor  vifit  as  a  tranfient  gueft, 
 But  fix  in  me  his  conftant  home, 
 
 And  keep  poffeflion  of  my  breaft  ; 
 And  make  my  foul  his  lov'd  abode, 
 The  temple  of  indwelling  God  ! 
 
 3  Come, 
 
(     *89     ) 
 
 Come,  Holy  Ghoft,  my  heart  infplre  ! 
 
 Atteft  that  I  am  born  again  : 
 Come,  and  baptize  me  now  with  fire, 
 
 Nor  let  thy  former  gilts  be  vain  : 
 Grant  me  the  fenfe  of  fin  forgiven  : 
 Oh  give  the  earned  of  my  heaven. 
 
 Grant  the  undubitable  feal 
 
 That  afcertains  the  kingdom  mine  ? 
 The  powerful  ftamp  I  long  to  feel, 
 
 The  fignature  of  love  divine  1 
 Oh  flied  it  in  my  heart  abroad  ! 
 Fulnefs  of  love,  of  heaven,  of  God  ! 
 
 HYMN        CCCXI1I. 
 
 ■ 
 i    /^OME,  Holy  Ghoft,  all-quickening  fire, 
 V^>   Come,  and  in  me  delight  to  reft  : 
 Drawn  by  the  lure  of  ftrong  defire, 
 
 Oh  !  come  and  confecrate  my  breaft  : 
 The  temple  of  my  foul  prepare, 
 And  fix  thy  facred  prefence  there  ! 
 
 2  If  now  thy  influence  I  feel, 
 
 If  I  in  thee  begin  to  live  ; 
 Still  to  my  heart  thyfelf  reveal  ; 
 Give  me  thyfelf,  for  ever  give : 
 A  point  my  good,  a  drop  my  ftore, 
 Eager  I  afk,  i  pant  for  more. 
 
 3  My  peace,  my  life,  my  comfort  thou, 
 
 My  treafurc  and  my  all  thou  art  ! 
 
 True 
 
(     290     ) 
 
 True  witnefs  of  my  fon-fhip,  now 
 Engrave  a  pardon  on  my  heart : 
 Seal  of  my  fins  in  Chrift  forgiven, 
 Earneft  of  love,  and  pledge  of  heaven. 
 
 Come  then,  my  God,  mark  out  thy  heir, 
 Of  heaven  a  larger  earneft  give  ! 
 
 With  cleareft  light  thy  witnefs  bear  I 
 More  fenfibly  within  me  live : 
 
 Let  all  my  powers  thy  entrance  feel, 
 
 And  deeper  ftamp  thyfelf  the  feal ! 
 
 HYMN        CCCXIV. 
 
 John  vii.   38,  39. 
 
 j    TESUS,  from  whom  all  bleflings  flcto, 
 J    The  gift  divine  I  afk  of  thee  5 
 The  living  water  now  beftow, 
 
 Thy  Spirit,  and  thyfelf  on  me  : 
 Thou,  Lord  of  life  the  fountain  art : 
 Oh  could  I  find  thee  in  my  heart. 
 
 z  Thee  let  me  drink,  and  thirft  no  more 
 For  drops  of  finite  happinefs  : 
 Spring  up,  O  well,  in  heavenly  power, 
 In  ftreams  of  pure,  perennial  peace  9 
 In  joy,  that  none  can  take  away, 
 In  life,  which  (hall  for  ever  ftay. 
 
 3  Father,  on  me  thy  grace  beftow, 
 Unblameable  before  thy  light, 
 Whence  all  the  ftreams  of  mercy  flow : 
 Mercy,,  thy  own  fupreme  delight, 
 
 To 
 
(       29*       ) 
 
 To  me  for  Jefu's  fake  impart, 
 And  plant  thy  nature  in  my  heart. 
 
 4  Oh  may  I  fhew  the  fpirit  within, 
 
 Which  purges  me  from  every  ftain, 
 
 Unfpotted  from  the  world  and  fin, 
 My  faith's  integrity  maintain  ; 
 
 The  truth  of  my  religion  prove 
 
 By  perfect  purity  and  love. 
 
 hymn      cccxv, 
 
 COME,  Holy  Spirit,  fend  down  thofe  beam-: 
 Which  gently  flow  in  filent  ftreams 
 From  the  eternal  throne  above  : 
 Come,  thou  enricher  of  the  poor, 
 Thou  bounteous  fource  of  all  our  ftore, 
 Fill  us  with  faith,  and  hope,    and  love. 
 
 Come,  thou  our  foul's  delightful  gueft, 
 The  wearied  pilgrim's  fweeteft  reft, 
 
 The  fainting  fufferer  s  bell:  relief  : 
 Come,  thou  our  paffion's  cool  allay  ; 
 Thy  comfort  wipes  all  tears  away, 
 
 And  turns  to  peace  and  joy,  all  grief. 
 
 All  glory  to  the  facred  Three  ; 
 One  everlafting  Deity  ! 
 
 All  love  and  power,  and  might  and  praife! 
 As  at  the  firft,  ere  time  begun, 
 May  the  fame  homage  ftill  be  done 
 
 When  earth,  and  heaven  itfelf,  decays. 
 
 B    b  HYMN 
 
(       292       ) 
 HYMN  CCCXVI. 
 
 Breathing  after  the  Holy  Spirit. 
 
 i   f>  OME,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 
 V_>   With  all  thy  quickening  powers  ; 
 Kindle  a  flame  of  facred  love 
 In  thefe  cold  hearts  of  ours. 
 
 s  Look  how  we  grovel  here  below, 
 Fond  of  thefe  earthly  toys  ; 
 Our  fouls,  how  heavily  they  go 
 To  reach  eternal  joys  I 
 
 3  In  vain  we  tune  our  formal  fongs, 
 
 In  vain  we  ftrive  to  rife  ; 
 Hofanna's  languifh  on  our  tongues, 
 And  our  devotion  dies. 
 
 4  Father,  ftiall  we  then  ever  live 
 
 At  this  poor  dying  rate  ? 
 Our  love  fo  faint,  fo  cold  to  thee. 
 And  thine  to  us  fo  great  ? 
 
 5  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 
 
 With  all  thy  quickening  powers  ; 
 Come,  filed  abroad  a  Saviour's  love. 
 And  that  fhall  kindle  ours. 
 
 h  y  M  n*         CCCXVI i. 
 
 The  imtnejpng  Spirit. 
 
 ■w 
 
 HY  fhould  the  children  of  a  king 
 Go  mourning  all  their  days  & 
 
 Great 
 
(    zr>    ) 
 
 Great  Comforter,  defcend  and  bring 
 Some  tokens  of  thy  grace  1 
 
 2  Doft  thou  not  dwell  in  all  thy  faints, 
 
 And  leal  the  heirs  of  heaven  ? 
 When  wilt  thou  banifh  my  complaints ; 
 And  fhew  my  fins  forgiven  : 
 
 3  AfTure  my  confcience  of  her  part 
 
 In  theJ^edeemer's  blood ; 
 And  bear  thy  witnefs  with  my  heart, 
 That  I  am  born  of  God. 
 
 4  Thou  art  the  earneft  of  his  love, 
 
 The  pledge  of  joys  to  come  ; 
 May  thy  bleil  wings,  celeftial  Dove, 
 Safely  convey  me  home  ! 
 
 HYMN        CCCXVIII. 
 
 FATHER,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghoft, 
 One  in  three,  and  three  in  one, 
 As  by  the  celeftiai  hoft 
 
 Let  thy  will  on  earth  be  done  : 
 Praife  by  all  to  thee  be  given, 
 Glorious  Lord  of  earth  and  heaven ! 
 
 Vileft  of  the  finful  race, 
 
 Lo !  I  anfwer  to  thy  call : 
 Meaneft  vefTel  of  thy  grace, 
 
 Grace  divinely  free  for  all: 
 Lo,  I  come  to  do  thy  will, 
 All  thy  counfel  to  fulfil, 
 
 B  b  2  3  Ir 
 
(    294    ) 
 
 If  fo  poor  a  worm  as  I 
 
 May  to  thy  glory  live, 
 Al!  my  actions  fanftify, 
 
 All  my  words  and  thoughts  receive  ; 
 Claim  me,  for  thy  fervice  claim, 
 All  I  have,  and  all  I  am. 
 
 Take  my  foul  and  body's  powers  ; 
 
 Take  my  memory,  mind  and  will  j 
 All  my  goods,  and  all  my  hours, 
 
 All  I  know  and  all  I  feel! 
 All  I  think,  or  fpeak,  or  do  : 
 Take  my  heart  :  but  make  it  new  ! 
 
 Now,  O  God,  thy  own  I  am  : 
 Now  I  give  thee  back  thy  own  : 
 
 Freedom,  friends,  and  health,  and  fame, 
 Confecrate  to  thee  alone  : 
 
 Thine  I  live,  thrice  happy  I  ! 
 
 Happier  ftill,  if  thine  1  die. 
 
 hymn        cccxix. 
 
 The  Lord,  he  is  the  God.     i  Kings  xviii.  39, 
 
 i   A-i-AHOU  God  that  anfwereft  by  fire, 
 Jj      On  thee  in  Jelu's  name  we  call  : 
 Fulfil  our  faithful  heart's  defire, 
 And  let  on  us  thy  fpirit  fall. 
 
 2  Bound  on  the  altar  of  thy  crofs 
 My  old  offending  nature  lies  : 
 Now,  for  the  honour  of  thy  caufe, 
 Come,  and  confume  the  facrifice  ! 
 
 3  Confume 
 
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 j   Confume  our  fins  as  rotten  wood, 
 Confume  the  ftony  hearts  within  : 
 Confume  the  duft,  the  ferpent's  focd, 
 And  lick  up  all  the  ftreams  of  fin. 
 
 4  It's  body  totally  deftroy  ! 
 
 Thyfelf  the  Lord,  the  God,  approve  ! 
 And  fill  our  hearts  with  holy  joy, 
 And  fervent  zeal,  and  perfect  love  ! 
 
 5  Oh  that  the  fire  from  heaven  might  fall  ! 
 
 Our  fins,  it's  ready  victims,  find ! 
 Seize  or  our  fins,  and  burn  up  all, 
 Nor  leave  the  leaft  remains  behind. 
 
 6  Then  (hall  our  proftrate  fouls  adore  ; 
 
 The  Lord,  he  is.  the  God,  confefs  : 
 He  is  the  God  of  faving  power  ! 
 He  is  the  God  of  hallowing  grace  ! 
 
 H  Y  M  N  CCCXXX. 
 
 /  am  come  to  fend  fire  on  the  earth.     Luke  xii.  49. 
 
 1  f^\  Thou,  who  cameft  from  above 
 \J  The  pure  celeftial  fire  to  impart,. 
 Kindle  a  flame  of  iacred  love 
 
 On  the  mean  altar  of  my  heart. 
 
 2  There  let  it  for  thy  glory  burn 
 
 With  inextinguiihable  blaze, 
 And  trembling  to  it  s  fource  return, 
 In  humble  love,  and  fervent  praife. 
 
 B  b  3  3  Jefus, 
 
(     *9*     ) 
 
 3  Jefus,  confirm  my  heart's  defire, 
 
 To  work,  and  fpeak,  and  think  for  Thee 
 Still  let  me  guard  the  holy  fire, 
 And  ftill  ftir  up  thy  gift  in  me. 
 
 4  Ready  for  all  thy  perfect  will, 
 
 My  acts  of  faith  and  love  repeat  ; 
 Till  death  thy  endlefs  mercies  feal, 
 And  make  the  facrifice  compleat. 
 
 HYMN         CCCXXXI. 
 
 Receive  ye  the  Holy  Ghoft%     John  xx.  21 
 
 1  QEE,  Jefus,  thy  difciples  fee, 
 O  The  promis'd  blefling  give  ! 
 Met  in  thy  name,  we  look  to  thee, 
 
 Expecting  to  receive. 
 
 2  Thee  we  expect,  our  faithful  Lord, 
 
 Who  in  thy  name  are  join'd  : 
 We  wait,  according  to  thy  word, 
 Thee  in  the  midft  to^  find. 
 
 3  With  us  thou  art  aflembled  here  : 
 
 But  Oh  thyfelf  reveal  ! 
 Son  of  the  living  God,  appear  ! 
 Let  us  thy  prefence  feel. 
 
 4  Breathe  onus,  Lord,  in  this  our  day, 
 
 And  thefe  dry  bones  thall  live  : 
 Speak  peace  into  our  hearts,  and  fay, 
 "  The  Holy  Ghoft  receive  1" 
 
 q  Whom 
 
(     29;     ) 
 
 5  Whom  now  we  feek  Oh  may  we  meet  \ 
 
 Jefus,  the  crucified, 
 Shew  us  thy  bleeding  hands  and  feet, 
 Thou  who  for  us  haft  died. 
 
 6  Caufe  us  the  record  to  receive  ! 
 
 Speak,  and  the  tokens  (hew  ! 
 "  Oh  !  be  noi  faiihlefs,  but  believe 
 In  him  who  died  for  you  !" 
 
 h  y  M  n         cccxxu. 
 Xom.    viii.    15,    16. 
 
 1  TT7HSN  mail  I  fee  the  welcome  hour 
 
 V  V     That  plants  my  God  in  me  ! 
 Spirit  of  health,  and  life,  and  power, 
 And  perfect  liberty! 
 
 2  Jefus,  thy  all-viclorious  love 
 
 Shed  in  my  heart  abroad  ! 
 Then  (hall  my  feet  no  longer  rove, 
 Rooted  and  fixt  in  God. 
 
 3  Love  can  bow  down  the  ftubbcrn  neck, 
 
 The  ftone  to  fiefh  convert  ; 
 Soften,  and  melt,  and  pierce,  and  break 
 An  adamantine  heart. 
 
 4  Oh  that  in  me  the  facred  fire 
 
 Might  now  begin  to  glow  ! 
 Burn  up  the  drofs  of  bafe  defire, 
 And  make  the  mountains  flow  ! 
 
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 Who  deft  m  act  ox  gr_  iaa, 
 
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 5  To  thy  Almighty  Spi: 
 
 _.  s  as  near  to  thae ., 
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 5  Let  faith,  and  love,  and  duty-join, 
 One  general  fongto  raife, 
 Let  faints  in  earth  and  heaven  combine, 
 In  harmony  and  praife. 
 
 HYMN  CCCXXV. 
 
 The    Incomprebenjibility    of  God. 
 
 i   £~^  OD  is  a  name  my  foul  adores, 
 
 VJT  The  Almighty  Three,  the  Eternal  One: 
 Nature  and  grace,  with  all  their  powers, 
 Confefs  the  infinite  unknown. 
 
 2  Thy  voice  produc'd  the  feas  and  fpheres, 
 Bid  the  waves  roar,  and  planets  mine  ; 
 But  nothing  like  thyfelf  appears, 
 Through  all  the  fpacious  works  of  thine. 
 
 3  Still  reftlefs  nature  dies  and  grows ; 
 From  change  to  change  the -creatures  run  ; 
 Thy  being  no  fucceifion  knows, 
 
 And  ail  thy  vaft  defigns  are  one. 
 
 4  Thrones  and  dominions  round  thee  fall, 
 And  worihip  in  fubmilfive  forms   ; 
 
 Thy  prefence  makes  this  lower  ball , 
 This  little  dwelling-place  of  worms. 
 
 5  How  fhall  affrighted  mortals  dare 
 To   fing  thy  glory  or  thy  grace, 
 Beneath  thy  feet  we  lie  fo  far, 
 And  fee  but  fliadows  of  thy  face  ? 
 
 6  Who 
 
(     30i     ) 
 
 Who  can  behold  the  blazing  light  ? 
 Who  can  approach  confuming  flame  ? 
 None  but  thy  wifdom  knows  thy  might ; 
 None  but  thy  word  can  fpeak  thy  name, 
 
 HYMN        CCCXXXVI. 
 
 To      Wifdom. 
 
 l    TJ*  TERNAL  wifdom,  thee  we  praifc, 
 X2j  Thee  the  creation  fings  : 
 With  thy  lov'd  name,  rocks,  hills  and  Teas, 
 And  heaven's  high  palace  rings. 
 
 z  Thy  hand,  how  wide  it  fp reads  the  fky  ! 
 How  glorious  to  behold  ! 
 Ting'd  with  a  blue  of  heavenly  dye, 
 And  ftarr'd  with  fparkling  gold. 
 
 3  Thy  glories  b^aze  all  nature  round, 
 
 And  ftrike  the  gazing  fight, 
 Through  ikies,  and  feas,  and  folid  ground,,. 
 With  terror  and  delight. 
 
 4  Infinite  ftrength  and  equal  fkill 
 
 Shine  through  the  worlds  abroad; 
 Our  foulswith  vaft  amazement  fill, 
 And  fpeak  the  Builder  God. 
 
 5  But  ftill  the  wonders  of  thy  grace 
 
 Our  fofter  paflions  move  ; 
 Pity  divine  in  Jesu's  face 
 We  fee,  adore,  and  love, 
 
 HYMN 
 
(     3°z    ) 
 
 HYMN         CCCXXVII. 
 
 Our  God  for  e-ver  and  e-ver.     Pfalm  xlviii.  14. 
 
 THIS,  this  is  the  Cod  we  adore, 
 Our  faithful  unchangeable  friend  ; 
 Whofe  love  is  as  great  as  his  power, 
 
 And  neither  knows  meafure  nor  end  : 
 'Tis  Jefus  the  firft  and  the  laft, 
 
 Whofe  Spirit  fhall  guide  us  fafe  home  ; 
 We'll  praife  him  for  all  that  is  paft, 
 And  truft  him  for  all  that's  to  come. 
 
 HYMN  CCCXXVII  I. 
 
 1  ke  Peace  of God  Jhall keep,  C5>.     Phil.  iv.  7, 
 
 !  '  I  ^HE  peace  which  God  alone  reveals, 
 X      And  by  his  word  of  grace  imparts- 
 Which  only  the  believer  feels, 
 Direct,  and  keep,  and  cheer  our  hearts. 
 
 2  And  may  the  holy  Three  in  One, 
 The  Father,  Word,  and  Comforter, 
 Pour  an  abundant  bleifing  down 
 On  every  foul  affembled  here  ! 
 
 HYMN  CCCXXIX. 
 
 May  the  Grace,    CiJV.      2  Cor.  xiii.  14, 
 
 MAY  the  grace  of  Chrift  our  Saviour, 
 And  the  Father's  boundlefs  love, 
 With  the  Holy  Spirit's  favour, 
 -Reft  upon  us  from  above  ! 
 
 Thus 
 
(     3°3     ) 
 
 Thus  may  we  abide  in  union 
 With  each  other,  and  the  Lord  -y 
 And  poffefs,  in  lweet  communion, 
 Joys  which  earth  can  not  afford. 
 
 HYMN       CCCXXX. 
 
 The  Worjhip  of  Heaven.     John  xvii.  14. 
 
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 H  for  a  fweet,  infpiring  ray, 
 To  animate  our  feeble  {trains, 
 From  the  bright  realms  of  endlefs  day, 
 The  blifsful  realms  where  Jefus  reigns ! 
 
 2  There,  low  before  his  glorious  throne* 
 
 Adoring  faints  and  angels  fall ; 
 And  with  delightful  worfhip  own 
 His  fmile  their  blifs,  their  heaven,  their  all. 
 
 3  Immortal  glories  crown  his  head, 
 
 While  tuneful  hallelujahs  rife  ; 
 And  love,  and  joy,  and  triumph  fpread 
 Through  all  the  alTemblies  of  the  fkies. 
 
 4  He  fmiles,  and  feraphs  tune  their  fongs 
 
 To  boundlefs  rapture  while  they  gaze  ; 
 Ten  thoufand  thoufand  joyful  tongues 
 Refound  his  everlafting  praife. 
 
 5  There  all  the  followers  of  the  Lamb 
 
 Shall  join  at  lafl  the  heavenly  choir; 
 Oh  may  the  joy-infpiring  theme 
 Awake  our  faith  and  warm  defire ! 
 
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(     3<H    ) 
 
 6  Dear  Saviour,  let  thy  Spirit  feal 
 
 Our  intereft  in  that  blifsful  place  ; 
 Till  death  remove  this  mortal  veil, 
 And  we  behold  thy  lovely  face. 
 
 HYMN  CCCXXXI, 
 
 i   QERAPHS,  with  elevated  ftrains, 
 i^)   Circle  the  throne  around  ; 
 And  move,  and  charm  the  ftarry  plains 
 With  an  immortal  found. 
 
 Z  Jefus,  the  Lord,  their  harps  employ ; 
 Jefus,  my  Lord,  they  fing  : 
 Jefus,  the  life  of  all  our  joys, 
 Sounds  fweet  from  every  firing. 
 
 3  Hark,  how  beyond  the  narrow  bounds 
 
 Of  time  and  fpace  they  run  ; 
 And  echo  in  majeftic  founds 
 The  Godhead  of  the  Son  ! 
 
 4  But,  when  to  Calvary  they  turn, 
 
 Silent  their  harps  abide  : 
 Sufpended  fongs,  a  moment,  mourn 
 The  God  that  lov'd  and  died. 
 
 5  Then,  all  at  once,  to  living  (trains 
 
 They  fummon  every  chord  : 
 Tell  how  he  triumph'd  o'er  his  pains, 
 .And  chant  the  rifing  Lord. 
 
 6  Now 
 
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 6  Now  let  me  mount,  and  join  their  fongs 
 
 And  be  an  angel  too  : 
 My  heart,  my  hand,  my  ear,  my  tongue, 
 Here's  joyful  work  for  you- 
 
 7  i  would  begin  the  mufic  here, 
 
 And  fo  my  foul  fhall  rife  ; 
 Oh  for  fome  heavenly  notes  to  bear 
 My  paffions  to  the  Ikies ! 
 
 HYMN        CCCXXXII. 
 
 The    Operations    of  the  Holy    Spirit. 
 
 1  INTERNAL   Spirit!  we  confefs, 
 
 J2j     And  fing  the  wonders  of  thy  grace  ; 
 Thy  power  conveys  our  bleflings  down 
 From  God  the  Father  and  the  bon. 
 
 2  Enlightened  by  thy  heavenly  ray, 
 Our  ihades  and  darknefs  turn  to  day  ; 
 Thy  inward  teachings  make  me  know 
 Our  danger  and  our  refuge  too. 
 
 3  Thy  power  and  glory  work  within, 
 And  break  the  chains  of  reigning  fin; 
 Our  vile  imperious  lufts  fubdue, 
 And  form  our  wretched  hearts  anew. 
 
 4  The  troubled  confcience  knows  thy  voice, 
 Thy  cheering  words  awake  our  joys  ; 
 Thy  words  allay  the  ftormy  wind, 
 
 And  calm  the  furges  of  the  mind. 
 
 C  c  2  HYMN 
 
(     3°6    ) 
 
 HYMN        CCCXXXIil. 
 
 Maptijin.      Matt,  xxviii.    19,      Afts  ii.  38. 
 
 1  J'TTWAS  the  commiflion  of  our  Lord, 
 
 X       Go  teach  the  nations  and  baptize- 
 The  nations  have  receiv'd  the  word, 
 Since  he  afcended  to  the  Ikies. 
 
 2  He  fits  upon  the  eternal  hills, 
 
 With  grace  and  pardon  in  his  hands, 
 And  fends  his  covenant  with  the  feals, 
 To  blefs  the  diftant  Britifh  lands. 
 
 3  Repent  and  be  b#ptiz'd,  he  faith, 
 
 For  the  reniiffion  of  your  fins  ; 
 And  thus  our  fenfe  aflifts  our  faith, 
 And  fhews  us  what  his  gofpel  means. 
 
 4  Our  fouls  he  wafhes  in  his  blood, 
 
 As  water  makes  the  body  clean  ; 
 And  the  good  Spirit  from  our  God 
 Defcends  like  purifying  rain. 
 
 5  Then  we  engage  our  fouls  to  thee, 
 
 And  feal  our  covenant  with  the  Lord  : 
 Oh  may  the  great  internal  Three, 
 In  heaven  our  folemn  vows  record  I 
 
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 HYMN       CCCXXX1V. 
 
 'dren  devoted  to  God.     Gen.  xvii.   7,   10.     A<fls 
 xvi.  14,  ic,  35. 
 
 1  >~T"SHUS  faith  the  mercy  of  the  Lord, 
 
 X       I'll  be  a  God  to  thee  ; 
 I'll  blefs  thy  numerous  race,  and  they 
 Shall  be  a  feed  for  /ne. 
 
 2  Abraham  believ'd  the  prcmis'd  grace, 
 
 And  gave  his  fons  .to  God, 
 But  water  feals  the  bieiiing  now 
 That  once  was  feai'd  with  blood. 
 
 3  Thus  Lydia  fanclified  her  houfe, 
 
 When  me  receiv"d  the  word  ; 
 Thus  the  believing  Jailor  gave 
 His  houfehokl  to  the  L 
 
 4  Thus  later  faints,  eternal  King, 
 
 Thy  ancient  truth  embrace  : 
 To  thee  their  infant  offspring  bring, 
 And  humbly  claim  the  grace. 
 
 h  v  m  x      ccexxxv. 
 
 1  ^T^HUS  did  the  fons  of  Abraham  paf3 
 X        Under  the  bloody  feal  of  grace 
 The  young  difciples  bore  the  yoke, 
 Till  Chrift  the  painful  bondage  broke. 
 
 C  c  3  2  By 
 
(     3°*     ) 
 
 2  By  milder  ways  doth  Jefus  prove 
 His  Father's  covenant,  and  his  love  ; 
 He  feais  to  faints  his  glorious  grace, 
 And  not  forbids  their  infant  race. 
 
 3  Their  feed  is  fprinkled  with  his  blood, 
 Their  children  fet  apart  for  God ; 
 
 His  Spirit  on  his  offspring  fhed, 
 Like  water  pour'd  upon  the  head. 
 
 4  Let  every  faint  with  cheerful  voice, 
 In  this  large  covenant  rejoice  : 
 Young  children,  in  their  early  days, 
 Shall  give  the  God  of  Abraham  praife. 
 
 HYMN  CCCXXXVI. 
 
 Infant   Baptifm. 
 
 FATHER,  if  fuch  thy  fovereign  will, 
 If  Jefus  did  the  rite  injoin, 
 Annex  thy  hallowing  Spirit's  feal, 
 
 And  let  the  grace  attend  the  fign  ; 
 The  feed  of  endlefs  life  impart, 
 Seize  for  thy  own  this  infant's  heart. 
 
 Anfwer  on  him  thy  wifdom's  end 
 In  prefent  and  eternal  good  ; 
 
 Whate'er  thou  didft  for  man  intend, 
 Whate'er  thou  haft  on  man  beftow'd, 
 
 Now  to  this  favoured  babe  be  given 
 
 Pardon,  andholinefs,  and  heaven. 
 
 3  In 
 
(     3°9     ) 
 
 3  In  prefence  of  thy  heavenly  holt, 
 Thyfelf  we  faithfully  require  ; 
 Come,  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghcil, 
 
 By  blood,  by  water,  and  by  fire, 
 And  fill  up  all  thy  human  ihrine, 
 And  feal  our  fouls  for  ever  thine. 
 
 HYMN  CCCXXXVII. 
 
 Infa?it    Bapiifm. 
 
 \    f*  OD  of  eternal  truth  and  love, 
 
 V_X  V'ouchfafe  the  promis'd  grace  we  claim, 
 Thy  own  great  ordinance  approve, 
 
 This  child  baptiz'd  into  thy  name 
 Partaker  of  thy  nature  make, 
 And  give  £//*  all  thy  image  back. 
 
 z  Bom  in  the  dregs  of  fin  and  time, 
 Thefe  darkeft,  laft,  apoftate  days  ; 
 Burden'd  with  Adam's  curfe  and  crime 
 Thou  in  thy  mercy's  arms  embrace, 
 And  wafh  out  all  his  guilty  load, 
 And  quench  the  brand  in  Jefu's  blood. 
 
 H  Y  Bl  N         CCCXXXV1II. 
 
 MY  Saviour,  and  my  fovereign  Prince, 
 Reigns  far  above  the  fkies  ; 
 But  brings  his  graces  down  to  fenfe, 
 And  helps  my  faith  to  rife, 
 
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(     3*o     ) 
 
 z  My  eyes  and  ears  mall  blefs  his  name, 
 They  read  and  hear  his  word  ; 
 My  touch  and  tafte  mall  do  the  fame, 
 When  they  receive  the  Lord. 
 
 3  Baptifmal  water  is  defign'd 
 
 To  feal  his  cleanfing  grace, 
 While  at  his  feaft  of  bread  of  wine, 
 He  gives  his  faints  a  place. 
 
 4  But  not  the  waters  of  a  flood 
 
 Can  make  my  fiefh  fo  clean, 
 
 As  by  his  Spirit  and  his  blood 
 
 He'll  warn  my  foul  from  fin. 
 
 5  Not  choiceft  meats,  or  nobleft  wines, 
 
 So  much  my  heart  refrefh, 
 As  when  my  faith  goes  through  the  figns, 
 And  feeds  upon  his  riefh. 
 
 6  I  love  the  Lord,  that  ftoops  fo  low 
 
 To  give  his  word  a  feal : 
 But  the  rich  grace  his  hands  beftow, 
 Exceeds  the  figure  ftill. 
 
 HYMN  CCCXXXIX. 
 
 i   TMTHER,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghoft, 
 JP    In  folemn  power  come  down  1 
 Prefent  with  thy  heavenly  hoft, 
 
 Thy  ordinance  i:o  crown  : 
 See  a  finful  worm  of  earth  1 
 
 Blefs  to  him  the  cleanfing  flood  ! 
 
 Plung 
 
{     JU     ) 
 
 Piling  him  by  a  fecond  birth 
 Into  the  depths  of  God. 
 
 z  Let  the  promis'd,  inward  grace 
 
 Accompany  the  fign  : 
 On  his  new-born  foul  imprefs 
 
 The  character  divine  ! 
 Father,  all  thy  love  reveal  ! 
 
 Jefus,  all  thy  name  impart  [ 
 Holy  Ghofl  renew  and  dwell 
 
 For  ever  in  bis  heart  t 
 
 HYMN        CCCXL. 
 At  the  Baptifm  of  Adults, 
 
 1  Z^iOME,  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghoft, 
 V^i  Honour  the  means  ordain'd  by  thee  ! 
 Make  good  our  apoilolic  boaft, 
 
 And  own  thy  glorious  miniftry. 
 
 2  We  now  thy  promis'd  prefence  claim, 
 
 Sent  to  difciple  all  mankind, 
 Sent  to  baptize  into  thy  name, 
 We  now  thy  promis'd  prefence  find. 
 
 3  Father,  in  thefe  reveal  thy  Son, 
 
 In  thefe  for  whom  we  feek  thy  face  : 
 The  hidden  myftery  make  known, 
 The  inward,  pure,  baptizing  grace. 
 
 4  Jefus,  with  us  thou  always  art: 
 
 Effettuate  now  the  facred  fign  ; 
 
 The 
 
(       3>2       ) 
 
 The  gift  unfpeakable  impart, 
 And  blefs  the  ordinance  divine. 
 
 5  Eternal  Spirit,  defcend  from  high, 
 
 Baptizer  of  our  fpirits  thou  ! 
 The  facramental  feal  apply, 
 
 And  witnefs  with  the  water  now  ! 
 
 6  Oh  that  the  fouls  baptiz'd  therein 
 
 May  now  thy  truth  and  mercy  feel ! 
 May  rife,  and  waffi  away  their  fin  : 
 
 Come,  Holy  Ghoft,  their  pardon  feal ! 
 
 HYMN        CCCXLI. 
 
 Chrift  baptized  in  Jordan.     Matt.  iii.  6,   1 6,   1 7. 
 
 1  TN  Jordan's  tide  the  Baptift  Hands, 
 J_  Immerfing  the  repenting  Jews; 
 The  Son  of  God  the  rite  demands, 
 
 Kror  dares  the  holy  man  refufe  : 
 Jefus  defcend s  beneath  the  wave, 
 The  emblem  of  his  future  grave. 
 
 2  But  lo  !  from  yonder  opening  fkies, 
 
 What  beams  of  dazzling  glory  fpread  ! 
 Dove-like  the  eternal  spirit  flies, 
 
 And  lights  on  the  Redeemer's  head  ; 
 Amaz'd  they  fee  the  Power  divine 
 Around  the  Saviour's  temples  Ihine. 
 
 3  Attend,  my  foul,  hear,  and  adore  ! 
 
 What  founds  are  thofe  that  roll  along, 
 
 Not 
 
(     3-3     ) 
 
 Not  like  loud  Sinai's  awful  roar, 
 
 But  foft  and  fweet  as  Gabriel's  fong  ! 
 '*  This  is  my  well-beloved  Son, 
 "  I  fee  well-pleas 'd  what  he  hath  done." 
 
 4  Thus  the  eternal  Father  fpoke, 
 
 Who  fhakes  creation  with  a  nod ; 
 
 Through  parting  Ikies  the  accents  broke, 
 And  bade  us  hear  the  Son  of  God  : 
 
 Oh  hear  the  awful  word  to-day, 
 
 Hear  all  ye  nations  and  obey  ! 
 
 HYMN        CCCXLII 
 
 Buried  with  Chrift  in  Baptifm.     Rom.  vi.  4. 
 
 1  TESUS,  mighty  King  in  Sion  ! 
 J    Thou  alone  our  guide  fhalt  be  ; 
 Thy  commifTion  we  rely  on, 
 
 We  would  follow  none  but  thee. 
 
 2  As  an  emblem  of  thy  paffion, 
 And  thy  victory  o'er  the  grave ; 
 We  who  know  thy  great  falvation 
 Are  baptiz'd  beneath  the  wave. 
 
 3  Fearlefs  of  the  world's  defpifmg, 
 We  the  ancient  path  purfue  ; 
 Buried  with  our  Lord,  and  rifing 
 To  a  life  divinely  new.        * 
 
 HYMN 
 
(  m  > 
 
 HYMN       CCCXLIII. 
 
 ETERNAL  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 
 On  thefe  baptifmal  waters  move  ; 
 That  we  through  energy  divine, 
 May  have  the  fubftance  with  the  fign. 
 
 H  V  M  N      CCCXLIV. 
 
 TO  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghoft. 
 We  humbly  dedicate  our  powers  ; 
 If  with  Jehovah's  biefling  crown'd, 
 Immortal  happinefs  is  ours. 
 
 HYMN  CCCXLV. 
 
 An  Addrefs  to  the  Holy  Spirit. 
 
 DESCEND,  celeftial  Dove, 
 And  make  thy  prefence  known  ; 
 Reveal  the  Saviour's  love 
 And  feal  us  for  thy  own, 
 Unblefs'd  by  thee  our  works  are  vain, 
 Nor  can  we  e'er  acceptance  gain, 
 
 When  our  incarnate  God, 
 
 The  fovereign  Prince  of  light, 
 
 In  Jordan's  fwelling  flood 
 
 Receiv'd  the  holy  rite, 
 In  open  view  thy  form  came  down, 
 And  Dove-like  flew  the  King  to  crown. 
 
 The  day  was  never  known, 
 Since  time  began  it's  race, 
 
 On 
 
(     3'S     ) 
 
 On  which  fuch  glory  fhone, 
 On  which  was  fhewn  fuch  grace, 
 As  that  which  fhed,  in  Jordan's  ftream, 
 On  Jefu's  head  the  heavenly  beam. 
 
 Continue  ftill  to  fhine, 
 
 And  fill  with  holy  fire  : 
 
 This  ordinance  is  thine, 
 
 Do  thou  our  fouls  infpire  ! 
 "  Till  time  fhall  end"  thy  promife  runs, 
 Thou  wilt  attend  on  all  thy  fons. 
 
 H  V  M  N        CCCXLVI. 
 
 Practical  Impr$<vement  of  Baptifm*     Col.  iii.  I, 
 
 i      A   TTEND,  ye  children  of  our  God  : 
 jTY.  Ye  heirs  of  glory,  hear ; 
 For  accents,   fo  divine  as  thefe, 
 Might  charm  the  dulleft  ear. 
 
 z  Baptiz'd  into  your  Saviour's  death, 
 Your  fouls  to  fin  mull  die ; 
 With  Chrift  your  Lord  ye  live  anew, 
 With  Chrift  afcend  on  high. 
 
 3  There  by  his  Father's  fide  he  fits, 
 Enthron'd  divinely  fair ; 
 Yet  owns  himfelf  your  brother  ftill, 
 And  your  fore-runner  there. 
 
 <}.  Rife  from  thefe  earthly  trifles,  rife, 
 On  wings  of  faith  and  love  ; 
 
 D  d  Above 
 
(     3*     ) 
 
 Above  your  choiceft  treafure  lies, 
 Oh„  keep  your  hearts  above. 
 
 5  Left  earth  and  fin  fhould  drag  us  down, 
 When  we  attempt  to  fly  ; 
 Lord,  fend  thy  ftrong  attractive  power 
 To  raife  and  fix  us  high. 
 
 HYMN         CCCXLV1I. 
 
 Fello-vjhip, 
 
 I    YESUS,  united  by  thy  grace, 
 J    And  each  to  each  endear'd, 
 With  confidence  we  feek  thy  face, 
 And  know  our  prayer  is  heard. 
 
 '2  Make  us  into  one  fpirit  drink  ; 
 Baptize  into  thy  name  ; 
 And  letms  always  kindly  think, 
 And  fweetly  fpeak  the  fame. 
 
 3  Touch'd  by  the  loadftone  of  thy  love, 
 
 Let  all  our  hearts  agree ; 
 And  ever  towards  each  other  move, 
 And  ever  move  towards  thee. 
 
 4  To  thee  infeparably  join'd 
 
 Let  all  our  fpirits  cleave  ; 
 
 Oh  may  we  all  the  loving  mind 
 
 That  was  in  thee  receive  I 
 
 5  This  is  the  bond  of  perfe&nefs, 
 
 Thy  fpotlefs  charity  ; 
 Oh  let  us  ftill,  we  pray,  poffefs 
 The  mind  that  was  in  thee  ! 
 
 6  Grant 
 
(     3i7     ) 
 
 6  Grant  this,  and  then  from  all  below 
 
 Infenfibly  remove  : 
 Our  fouls  their  change  fhall  fcarcely  know, 
 Made  perfect  firft  in  love. 
 
 7  With  eafe  our  fouls  through  death  fhall  glide 
 
 Into  their  paradife  ; 
 And  thence  on  wings  of  angels  ride 
 Triumphant  through  the  ikies. 
 
 8  Yet  when  the  fulled  joy  is  given, 
 
 The  fame  delight  we  prove, 
 In  earth,  in  paradife,  in  heaven, 
 Our  all  in  all  is  love. 
 
 HYMN        CCCXLVIII. 
 
 John  xiv.   1 8. 
 
 i  ^"T^RY  us,  O  God,  and  fearch  the  ground 
 X      Of  every  finful  heart ; 
 Whate'er  of  fin  in  us  is  found, 
 Oh  bid  it  all  depart ! 
 
 2  If  to  the  right  or  left  we  ftray, 
 
 Leave  us  not  comfortlefs  ; 
 But  guide  our  feet  into  the  way 
 Of  everlafting  peace. 
 
 3  Help  us  to  help  each  other,  Lord, 
 
 Each  other's  crofs  to  bear  : 
 
 Let  each  his  friendly  aid  afford, 
 
 And  feel  his  brother's  care. 
 
 4  Help  us  to  build  each  other  up, 
 
 Our  little  flock  improve  ; 
 
 D  d  2  Increafe 
 
(     3i8     ) 
 
 Increafe  our  faith,  confirm  our  hope, 
 And  perfect  us  in  love. 
 
 5  Up  into  thee,  our  living  head, 
 
 Let  us  in  all  things  grow, 
 Till  thou  haft  made  us  free  indeed, 
 And  fpotlefs  here  below. 
 
 6  Then,  when  the  mighty  work  is  wrought } 
 
 Receive  thy  ready  bride  ; 
 Give  us  in  heaven  a  happy  lot 
 With  all  the  fanftified. 
 
 HYMN  CCCXLIX. 
 
 John  x.  12. 
 
 >    JESUS,  great  Shepherd  of  thyiheep, 
 J    To  thee  for  help  we  fly  : 
 Thy  little  flock  in  fafety  keep  ! 
 For  Oh  the  wolf  is  nigh  ! 
 
 2  He  comes,  of  hellifh  malice  full, 
 
 To  fcatter,  tear,  and  flay  : 
 He  feizes  every  wandering  foul, 
 As  his  own  lawful  prey. 
 
 3  Us  into  thy  protection  take, 
 
 And  gather  with  thy  arm  ! 
 
 Unlefs  the  fold  we  firft  forfake, 
 
 The  wolf  can  never  harm. 
 
 4  We  now  defy  his  cruel  power, 
 
 While  by  our  fhepherd's  fide  : 
 The  fheep  he  never  can  devour, 
 Unlefs  he  firft  divide. 
 
 Oh 
 
(     3^9     ) 
 
 5  Oh  do  not  furFer  him  to  part 
 
 The  fouls  that  here  agree  ! 
 But  make  of  us  one  mind  and  heart, 
 And  keep  us  one  in  thee  ! 
 
 6  Together  let  us  fweetly  live  ! 
 
 Together  let  us  die  ! 
 And  each  a  ftarry  crown  receive, 
 And  reign  above  the  fky. 
 
 ■t 
 
 HYMN         CCCL, 
 
 Luke  xxiv.  32. 
 ALK  with  us,  Lord,  thyfelf  reveal, 
 
 Speak  to  our  hearts,  and  let  us  feel 
 The  kindling  of  thy  love. 
 
 2  With  thee  converfing,  we  forget 
 
 All  time,  and  toil,  and  care  : 
 
 Labour  is  reft,  and  pain  is  ftveet, 
 
 If  thou,  my  God,  art  here. 
 
 3  Here  then,  O  God,  vouchfafe  to  fcay, 
 
 And  bid  my  heart  rejoice  : 
 My  grateful  heart  mail  own  thy  fway, 
 And  echo  to  thy  voice. 
 
 4  Thou  called  me  to  feek  thy  face  :  - 
 
 'Tis  all  I  wiih  to  feek  : 
 To  attend  the  whifpers  of  thy  grace, 
 And  hear  thee  inly  fpeak. 
 
 D  d  3  5  Let 
 
(     320     ) 
 
 Let  this  my  every  hour  employ, 
 'Till  1  thy  glory  fee  ! 
 
 Enter  into  my  mailer's  joy, 
 And  find  my  heaven  in  thee. 
 
 HYMN         CCCLI. 
 
 i   /"*\^R  lire  is  hid  with  Chrift  in  God 
 V^/   Cur  life  mail  foon  appear, 
 And  fhed  his  glory  all  abroad 
 On  all  his  members  here. 
 
 2  The  heavenly  treafure  now  we  have 
 
 In  a  vile  houfe  of  clay  ; 
 But  he  mail  to  the  utmoft  fave, 
 And  keep  it  to  that  day. 
 
 3  Our  fouls  are  in  his  mighty  hand, 
 
 And  he  mail  keep  them  ftill  ; 
 And  you  and  I  may  furely  ftand 
 With  him  on  Sion's  hill ! 
 
 4  Him  eye  to  eye  we  there  fhall  fee  ; 
 
 Our  face  like  his  fhall  Ihine  : 
 Oh  what  a  glorious  company, 
 When  faints  and  angels  join  ! 
 
 5  Oh  what  a  joyful  meeting  there  ! 
 
 In  robes  of  white  array'd, 
 Palms  in  our  hands  we  all  fhall  bear, 
 ,  And  crowns  upon  our  head. 
 
 6  Then  let  us  lawfully  contend, 
 
 And  right  our  paffage  through  ; 
 
 Bear 
 
(     321     ) 
 
 Bear  in  our  faithful  minds  the  end, 
 And  keep  the  prize  in  view. 
 
 7  Then  let  us  haften  to, the  day, 
 
 When  all  mall  be  brought  home  ! 
 Come,  O  Redeemer,  come  away  I 
 O  Jefus,  quickly  come  I 
 
 HYMN        CCCLII. 
 
 AND  if  our  bodies  part, 
 To  different  climes  repair  ! 
 Infeparably  join'd  in  heart 
 The  friends  of  Jefus  are  ! 
 
 Jefus,  the  corner-ftone, 
 Did  firft  our  hearts  unite  ! 
 And  (till  he  keeps  our  fpirits   one, 
 Who  walk  with  him  in  white. 
 
 Oh  let  our  heart  and  mind 
 Continually  afcend, 
 That  haven  of  repofe  to  find, 
 Where  all  our  labours  end  ? 
 
 Where  all  our  toils  are  o'er, 
 Our  fufferings  and  our  pain  ! 
 Who  meet  on  that  eternal  ihore 
 Shall  never  part  again. 
 
 O  happy,  happy  place, 
 Where  faints  and  angels  meet  ! 
 There  we  fliall  fee  each  other's  face, 
 And  all  our  brethren  greet. 
 
 6  The 
 
(       322       ) 
 
 The  church  of  the  firft-born  ! 
 We  fhall  with  them  be*bleft, 
 And,  crown'd  with  endlefs  joy,  return 
 To  our  eternal  reft. 
 
 With  joy  we  fhall  behold, 
 In  yonder  bleft  abode, 
 The  patriarchs  and  prophets  old, 
 And  all  the  faints  of  God. 
 
 To  gather  home  his  own 
 God  fhall  his  angels  fend, 
 And  bid  our  blifs  on  earth  begun 
 In  deathlefs  triumphs  end. 
 
 hymn      c  c  c  L  1 1 1 . 
 
 AND  are  we  yet  alive, 
 And  fee  each  others  face  ? 
 Glory  and  praife  to  Jefus  give 
 For  his  redeeming  grace  ! 
 
 Preferv'd  by  power  divine 
 To  full  falvation  here, 
 Again  in  Jefu's  praife  we  join, 
 And  in  his  fight  appear. 
 
 What  troubles  have  we  feen  ! 
 What  conflicts  have  we  paft  ! 
 Fightings  without,  and  fears  within, 
 Since  we  affembled  laft  : 
 
 But  out  of  all  the  Lard 
 Hath  brought  us  bv  his  loye  : 
 
 And 
 
(     J*3     ) 
 
 And  ftill  he  doth  his  help  afford, 
 And  hide  our  life  above. 
 
 5  Then  let  us  make  our  boaft 
 Of  his  redeeming  power, 
 
 Which  faves  us  to  the  uttermoft, 
 'Till  we  mall  fin  no  more  : 
 
 6  Let  us  take  up  the  crofs, 
 'Till  we  the  crown  obtain, 
 
 And  gladly  reckon  allthings  lof-, 
 So  we  may  Jefus  gain. 
 
 HYMN        CCCL1V. 
 
 Fellowjbip* 
 
 i    TESUS,  Lord,  weMook  to  thee, 
 J    Let  us  in  thy  name  agree  ; 
 Shew  thyfelf  the  Prince  of  peace  : 
 Bid  our  jars  for  ever  ceafe. 
 
 2  By  thy  reconciling  love, 
 Every  ftumbling  block  remove  ; 
 Each  to  each  unite,  endear  : 
 Come,  and  fpread  thy  banner  here ! 
 
 3  Make  us  of  one  heart  and  mind, 
 Courteous,  pitiful,  and  kind  ; 
 Lowly,  meek  in  thought  and  word, 
 Altogether  like  our  Lord. 
 
 4  Let  us  each  for  other  care, 
 Each  the  other's  burden  bear  ; 
 To  thy  churchy  thy  pattern  give, 
 Shew  how  true  believers  live. 
 
 Free 
 
(     3H     ) 
 
 5  Free  from  anger  and  from  pride,, 
 Let  us  thus  in  God  abide  ; 
 
 All  the  depths  of  love  exprefs, 
 All  the  heights  of  holinefs  I 
 
 6  Let  us  then  with  joy  remove 
 To  the  family  above  : 
 
 On  the  wings  of  angels  fly  ; 
 Shew  how  true  believers  die. 
 
 HYMN  CCCLV. 
 
 i    YESUS,   foft,  harmonious  name, 
 J    Every  faithful  heart's  defire  ! 
 See  thy  followers,  O  Lamb, 
 
 All  at  once  to  thee  afpire : 
 Drawn  by  thy  uniting  grace, 
 
 After  thee  we  fwiftly  run  : 
 Hand  in  hand  we  feek  thy  face  ; 
 
 Come,  and  perfedt  us  in  one  ! 
 
 2  Mollify  our  harfher  will  : 
 
 Each  to  each  our  tempers  fuit 
 By  thy  modulating  (kill, 
 
 Heart  to  heart,  as  lute  to  lute  : 
 Sweetly  on  our  fpirits  move  1 
 
 Gently  touch  the  trembling  firings ! 
 Make  the  harmony  of  love 
 
 Mufic  for  the  King  of  kings ! 
 
 3  Jefu's  love  be  all  our  fong  : 
 
 While  we  Jefu's  praife  repeat, 
 Glide  our  happy  hours  along, 
 Trample  fin  beneath  our  feet : 
 
 Far, 
 
t  32;  1 
 
 Par  from  forrow,  guilt,  and  fear, 
 Till  we  take  our  feats  above, 
 
 Live  we  all  as  angels  here, 
 
 Only  fing,  and  praife,  and  love  ? 
 
 HYMN  CCCLVI. 
 
 1  TJEACE  be  on  this  houfe  beftow'd, 
 J7     Peace  on  all  that  here  refide  ! 
 Let  the  unknown  peace  of  God 
 
 With  the  man  of  peace  abide  ! 
 Let  the  Spirit  now  come  down : 
 
 Let  the  blefting  now  take  place  ! 
 Son  of  peace,  receive  thy  crown, 
 
 Fulnefs  of  the  gofpel-grace. 
 
 2  Chrift,  my  Mafter  and  my  Lord, 
 
 Let  me  thy  fore-runner  be  : 
 Oh  be  mindful  of  thy  word  ! 
 
 Vifit  them,  and  vifit  me  ! 
 To  this  houfe  and  all  herein, 
 
 Now  let  thy  falvation  come  ! 
 Save  our  fouls  from  inbred-fin  : 
 
 Make  us  thy  eternal  home  ! 
 
 3  Let  us  never,  never  reft 
 
 'Till  the  promife  is  fulfill'd : 
 'Till  we  are  of  thee  poffrft, 
 
 Pardon'd,  fan£tified,  and  feal'd  : 
 'Till  we  all,  in  loverenew'd, 
 
 Find  the  pearl  that  Adam  loft, 
 Temples  of  the  living  God, 
 
 Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghofl. 
 
 HYMN 
 
(     3^6    ) 
 
 HYMN  CCCLVII. 
 
 I  ^T^HOU  God  of  truth  and  love, 
 X      We  feek  thy  perfect  way, 
 Ready  thy  choice  to  approve, 
 
 And  providence  obey, 
 Enter  into  thy  wife  deiign, 
 
 And  fweetly  lofe  our  will  in  thine. 
 
 2  Why  haft  thou  caft  our  lot 
 
 In  the  fame  age  and  place  ? 
 And  why  together  brought 
 
 To  fee  each  other's  face  ; 
 To  join  with  fofteft  fympathy, 
 And  mix  our  friendly  fouls  in  thee  ? 
 
 3  Didft  thou  not  make  us  one, 
 
 That  we  might  one  remain, 
 Together  travel  on, 
 
 And  bear  each  other's  pain, 
 Till  all  thy  utmoft  goodnefs  prove, 
 And  rife  renew'd  in  perfect  love  ? 
 
 4  Surely  thou  didft  unite 
 
 Our  kindred  fpirits  here, 
 That  we  hereafter  might 
 
 Before  thy  throne  appear  ; 
 Meet  at  the  marriage  of  the  Lamb, 
 And  all  thy  glorious  love  proclaim. 
 
 5  Then  let  us  ever  bear 
 
 The  bleffed  end  in  view. 
 
 And 
 
(     3*7     ) 
 
 And  join  with  mutual  care, 
 
 To  fight  our  pa  nag?  through  ; 
 And  kindly  help  eacii  other  on, 
 Till  all  receive  the  Harry  crown. 
 
 6  Oh  may  thy  Spirit  feal 
 
 Our  fouls  unto  that  day  ! 
 With  all  thy  fulnefs  fill, 
 
 And  then  tranfport  away  ! 
 Away  to  our  eternal  reft, 
 Away  to  our  Redeemer's  breaft  f 
 
 HYMN       CCCLVIII. 
 
 1  beheld,  and  Io,  &c.  Rev.  vii.  9,  10. 
 
 LIFT  your  eyes  of  faith,  and  fee 
 Saints  and  angels  join'd  in  one  : 
 What  a  countlefs  company 
 
 Stands  before  yon  dazzling  throne  ! 
 Each  before  his  Saviour  ftands, 
 
 All  in  milk-white  robes  array'd, 
 Palms  they  carry  in  their  hands, 
 Crowns  of  glory  on  their  head. 
 
 Saints,  begin  the  endlefs  fong, 
 
 Cry  aloud  in  heavenly  lays  ; 
 Glory  doth  to  God  belong, 
 
 God,  the  glorious  Saviour,  praife  : 
 From  him  our  falvation  came, 
 
 Him,  who  reigns  enthron'd  on  high  ; 
 Glory  to  the  bleeding  Lamb, 
 
 Let  the  morning  ftars  reply. 
 
 E  e  3  Angel 
 
(     3*8     ) 
 
 3  Angel-powers  the  throne  furround, 
 
 Next  the  faints  in  glory  they, 
 Lull'd  with  the  tranfporting  found, 
 
 They  their  filent  homage  pay  : 
 Proftrate  on  their  face  before 
 
 God  and  his  Mefliah  fall, 
 Then  in  hymns  of  praife  adore, 
 
 Shout  the  Lamb  that  died  for  all. 
 
 4  Be  it  fo,  they  all  reply, 
 
 Him  let  all  our  Orders  praife, 
 Him  that  did  for  finners  die, 
 
 Saviour  of  the  favour'd  race : 
 Render  we  our  God  his  right, 
 
 Glory,  wifdom,  thanks,  and  power, 
 Honour,  majefty,  and  might, 
 
 Praife  him,  praife  him  evermore  ! 
 
 HYMN  CCCLIX. 
 
 Arrayed  in  white  Robes.     Rev.  vii.  13,  17. 
 
 1  tT7HAT  are  thefe  array'd  in  white, 
 
 VV     Brighter  than  the  noon-day  fun, 
 Foremoft  of  the  fons  of  light, 
 
 Neareft  the  eternal  throne  ? 
 Thefe  are  they  that  bore  the  crofs, 
 
 Nobly  for  their  Mafter  flood, 
 Sufferers  in  his  righteous  caufe. 
 
 Followers  of  their  dying  God. 
 
 2  Out  of  great  diftrefs  they  came, 
 
 Wafh'd  their  robes  by  faith  below, 
 
 In 
 
(     329    ) 
 
 In  the  blood  of  yonder  Lamb, 
 Blood  that  wafhes  white  as  mow  : 
 
 Therefore  are  they  next  the  throne, 
 Serve  their  Maker  day  and  night, 
 
 God  re  fides  among  his  own, 
 God  doth  in  his  faints  delight. 
 
 More  than  conquerors  at  laft, 
 
 Here  they  find  their  trials  o'er, 
 They  have  all  their  fufferings  pan:, 
 
 Hunger  now  and  thirft  no  more  ;. 
 No  excefhve  heat  they  feel 
 
 From  the  fun's  directer  ray, 
 In  a  milder  clime  they  dwell, 
 
 Region  of  eternal  day  ! 
 
 He  that  on  the  throne  doth  reign, 
 
 Them  the  Lamb  fhall  always  feed, 
 With  the  tree  of  life  fuftain, 
 
 To  the  living  fountains  lead  : 
 He  fhall  all  their  forrows  chafe, 
 
 All  their  wants  at  once  remove, 
 Wipe  the  tears  from  every  face, 
 
 Fill  up  every  foul  with  love. 
 
 HYMN         CCCLX. 
 
 Tell  me,    O  Thou,  &c.     Sol,  Song  i.  7. 
 
 THOU  Shepherd  of  Ifrael,  and  mine, 
 The  joy  and  defire  of  my  heart, 
 For  clofer  communion  1  pine, 
 J  long  to  refide  where  thou  art : 
 
 E  e  2  The 
 
(     330    ) 
 
 The  pafture  I  languish  to  find, 
 
 Where  all  who  their  Shepherd  obey, 
 
 Are  fed,  on  thy  bofom  reclin'd, 
 
 Are  fcreen'd  from  the  heat  of  the  day. 
 
 2  Ah !  mew  me  that  happier!  place, 
 
 The  place  of  thy  people's  abode, 
 Where  faints  in  an  extafy  gaze, 
 
 And  hang  on  a  crucified  God  : 
 Thy  love  for  a  finner  declare, 
 
 Thy  paflion  and  death  on  the  tree  ; 
 My  fpirit  to  Calvary  bear, 
 
 To  fuffer  and  triumph  with  thee. 
 
 3  '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  breaft  : 
 'Tis  there  I  would  always  abide, 
 
 And  never  a  moment  depart  ; 
 Conceal'd  in  the  cleft  of  thy  fide, 
 
 Eternally  held  in  thy  heart. 
 
 HYMN        CCCLXI. 
 
 I    S~*\  Thou  God  of  my  falvation  t 
 \_J   My  Redeemer  from  all  fin  ; 
 Mov'd  by  thy  divine  compafiion, 
 Thou  haft  died  my  heart  to  win 
 
 I  will  praife  thee  ; 
 Where  mail  I  thy  praife  begin  ? 
 
 2  Though  unfeen  I  love  the  Saviour, 
 He  hath  brought  falvation  near, 
 
 Manifefts 
 
(     33i     ) 
 
 Manifefts  his  pardoning  favour, 
 And  when  Jefus  doth  appear, 
 
 Soul  and  body 
 Shall  his  glorious  Image  bear. 
 
 3  While  the  angel-choirs  are  crying, 
 
 Glory  to  the  great  I  AM! 
 I  with  them  would  ftill  be  vying  ; 
 Glory,  glory  to  the  Lamb  ! 
 
 Oh  how  precious 
 Is  the  found  of  Jefu's  name. 
 
 4  Now  I  fee,  with  joy  and  wonder, 
 
 Whence  the  healing  ftreams  arofe, 
 Angel-minds  are  loft  to  ponder 
 Dying  love's  myfterious  caufe  ; 
 
 Yet  the  bleifmg 
 Down  to  all,  to  me  it  flows, 
 
 5  This  hath  fet  my  heart  on  fire, 
 
 Strongly  glows  the  flame  of  love  ; 
 Higher  mounts  my  foul,  and  higher, 
 Struggles  for  it's  fwift  remove  ; 
 
 Then  I'll  praife  thee 
 In  a  nobler  ftrain  above. 
 
 6  Angels  now  are  hov'ring  round  us, 
 
 Unperceiv'd  they  mix  the  throng, 
 Wondering  at  the  love  that  crowa;d  us. 
 Glad  to  join  the  holy  fong  : 
 
 Hallelujah, 
 Love  and  praife  to  Chrift  belong. 
 
 E  e 3  HYMN 
 
(     332     ) 
 
 HYMN  CCCLXII. 
 
 O  God,  thou  art.mj  God.     Pf.  lxiii.  1,2,  3,4,  5. 
 
 1  S"\  God,  my  God,  my  all  thou  art  ! 
 \_J   E'er  mines  the  dawn  of  rifing  day  ; 
 Thy  fovereign  light  within  my  heart, ' 
 
 Thy  all- enlivening  power  difplay. 
 
 2  For  thee  my  thirlty  foul  doth  pant, 
 
 While  in  this  defert  land  I  live  : 
 And  hungry  as  I  am,  and  faint, 
 Thy  love  alone  can  comfort  give. 
 
 3  In  a  dryland  behold  I  place 
 
 My  whole  defire  on  thee,  O  Lord  : 
 And  more  I  joy  to  gain  thy  grace, 
 Than  all  earth's  treafure  can  afford. 
 
 4  More  dear  than  life  itfelf,  thy  love 
 
 My  heart  and  tongue  mall  ftill  employ ; 
 And  to  declare  thy  praife  will  prove 
 My  peace,  my  glory,  and  my  joy. 
 
 5  In  blefiing  thee,   with  grateful  fongs, 
 
 My  happy  life  lhall  glide  away; 
 
 The  praife  that  to  thy  name  belongs 
 
 Hourly  with  lifted  hands  I'll  pay. 
 
 6  Abundant  fweetnefs,  while  I  fmg 
 
 Thy  love,  my  ravim'd  foul  o'errlows ; 
 Secure  in  thee,  my  God,  and  King 
 Of  glory  that  no  period  knows. 
 
 7  Mv 
 
(     333     ) 
 
 My  foul  draws  nigh  and  cleaves  to  thee  : 
 Then  let,  or  earth,  or  hell  afTail ; 
 
 Thy  mighty  hand  mall  fet  me  free  ; 
 
 For  whom  thou  fav'ft,  he.  ne'er  fhall  fail. 
 
 HYMN         CCCLXIII. 
 
 i    ]  JTOWdo  thy  mercies  clofe  me  round, 
 X  X   For  ever  be  thy  name  ador'd  ! 
 I  bluili  in  ail  things  to  abound  ; 
 The  fervant  is  above  his  Lord  ! 
 
 2  Inur'd  to  poverty  and  pain, 
 
 A  fufTering  life  my  Saviour  led  ; 
 The  Son  of  God  !  the  Son  of  Man  ! 
 
 :■ 
 
 He  had  not  where  to  lav  his  head 
 
 But  lo  !  a  place  he  hath  prepar'd 
 
 For  me,  whom  watchful  angels  keep  ; 
 
 Yea,  he  himfelf  becomes  my  guard ; 
 
 He  fmooths  my  bed,  and  gives  me  fleep. 
 
 4  Jetus  protects ;  my  fears  be  gone  ! 
 What  can  the  rock  of  ages  move  ? 
 Safe  in  thy  arms  I  lay  me  down, 
 Thy  everlaiting  arms  of  love. 
 
 5  While  thou  art  intimately  nigh, 
 
 Who,  who  fhall  violate  my  reft  ? 
 Sin,  earth,  and  hell  I  now  defy  ; 
 I  lean  upon  my  Saviour's  breaft. 
 
 6  I  reft  beneath  the  Almighty's  made, 
 
 My  griefs  expire,  my  troubles  ceafe  ; 
 
 Thou 
 
(     334     ) 
 
 Thou,  Lord,  on  whom  my  foul  is  ftaid, 
 Wilt  keep  me  ftill  in  perfect  peace. 
 
 7  Me  for  thy  own  thou  lov'ft  to  take, 
 In  time  and  in  eternity  : 
 Thou  never,  never  wilt  forfake 
 A  helplefs  foul  that  trufts  in  thee. 
 
 HYMN  CCCLX1V. 
 
 When  1  remember  thee  upon  my  bed,     Pf.  lxiii.  6,  7. 
 
 1  r  1  ^HY  name,  O  God,  upon  my  bed, 
 
 X     Dwells  on  my  lips,  and  fires  my  thought ; 
 With  trembling  awe,  in  midnight  fhade, 
 I  mufe  on  all  thy  hands  have  wrought. 
 
 2  In  all  I  do  I  feel  thy  aid  ; 
 
 Therefore  thy  greatnefs  will  I  fing  : 
 O  God,  thou  bidftmy  heart  be  glad, 
 Beneath  the  fhadow  of  thy  wings. 
 
 3  Wherefore  in  confidence  I  clofe 
 
 My  eyes,  for  thine  are  open  ftill ; 
 My  fpirit,  lull'd  in  calm  repofe, 
 Waits  for  the  counfels  of  thy  will. 
 
 4  After  thy  likenefs  let  me  rife, 
 
 If  here  thou  will  ft  me  longer  ftay  ; 
 Or  clofe  in  mortal  ileep  my  eyes, 
 To  open  them  in  endltfs  day. 
 
 5  Still  let  me  run,  or  end  my  race, 
 I  cannot  chufe,  I  all  refign  ; 
 
 Con  trad, 
 
(     335     ) 
 
 Contrail,  or  lengthen  out  my  days, 
 
 Come  life,  come  death,  for  Chrift  is  mine, 
 
 HYMN         GCCLXV, 
 
 Love  of  God  better  than  Life.     Pfalm  lxiii. 
 
 i    {*>  RE  AT  God,  indulge  my  humble  claim  5 
 VJ"   Be  thou  my  hope,  my  joy,  my  reft ! 
 The  glories  that  compofe  thy  name, 
 Stand  all  engag'd  to  make  me  bleft. 
 
 2  Thou  great  and  good,  thou  juft  and  wife, 
 
 Thou  art  my  Father  and  my  God  I 
 And  I  am  thine  by  facred  ties, 
 Thy  fon,  thy  fervant  bought  with  blood, 
 
 3  With  heart,  and  eyes,  and  lifted  hands, 
 
 For  thee  I  long,  to  thee  I  look  ; 
 As  travellers  in  thirfty  lands 
 
 Pant  for  the  cooling  water-brook. 
 
 4  Even  life  itfelf,  without  thy  love, 
 
 Nolaftingpleafurecan  afford; 
 It  would  a  tirefome  burden  prove 
 If  I  were  banim'd  from  thee,  Lord  ! 
 
 5  I'll  lift  my  hands,  I'll  raife  my  voice, 
 
 While  I  have  breath  to  pray  or  praife ; 
 This  work  mall  make  my  heart  rejoice, 
 And  fpend  the  remnant  of  my  days. 
 
 HYMN* 
 
(     336     ) 
 
 HYMN         CCCLXVI. 
 
 Pf.  cxxxix.   i,    12,  24. 
 
 1  /~\  Thou,  to  whofe  all-fearching  fight, 
 VJ?   The  darknefs  fhineth  as  the  light, 
 Search,  prove  my  heart,  it  pants  for  thee  ; 
 Oh  burft  thefe  bonds,    and  fet  it  free. 
 
 2  Wafh  out  it'sftains,  refine  it's  drofs, 
 Nail  my  affections  to  the  crofs ! 
 Hallow  each  thought ;  let  all  within 
 Be  clean,  as  thou,  my  Lord,  art  clean. 
 
 3  If  in  this  darkfome  wild  I  ftray, 
 
 Be  thou  my  light,  be  thou  my  way; 
 
 No  foes,  no  violence  I  fear, 
 
 No  fraud,  while  thou,  my  God,  art  near. 
 
 4  When  rifmg  floods  my  foul  o'erflow, 
 When  finks  my  heart  in  waves  of  woe, 
 Jefus,  thy  timely  aid  impart, 
 
 And  raife  my  head,  and  cheer  my  heart. 
 
 5  Saviour,  where'er  thy  fteps  I  fee, 
 Dauntlefs,  untir'd  I  follow  thee  ; 
 Oh  let  thy  hand  fupport  me  ftill, 
 And  lead  me  to  thy  holy  hill  ! 
 
 6  If  rough  and  thorny  be  the  way, 
 My  ftrength proportion  to  my  day; 
 Till  toil,  and  grief,  and  pain  mail  ceafe, 
 Where  all  is  calm,  and  joy,  and  peace. 
 
 H  y  m  N 
 
(     337     ) 
 
 HYMN  CCCLXVII. 
 
 Review  of  God's  mercies. 
 
 i   TT  THEN  all  the  mercies  of  my  God 
 VV     My  rising  f°ul  furveys, 
 Why,  my  cold  heart,  art  thou  not  loft 
 In  wonder,  love,  and  praife  ? 
 
 2  Thy  providence  my  life  fuftain'd, 
 
 And  all  my  wants  redreft, 
 
 While  in  the  iilent  womb  I  lay, 
 
 And  hung  upon  the  bread. 
 
 3  To  all  my  weak  complaints  and  cries 
 
 Thy  mercy  lent  an  ear, 
 Ere  yet  my  feeble  thoughts  had  learn'd 
 To  form  themfelves  in  prayer. 
 
 4  Unnumber'd  comforts  on  my  foul 
 
 Thy  tender  care  beftow'd, 
 Before  my  infant-heart  conceiv'd 
 From  whom  thofe  comforts  flow'd. 
 
 5  When  in  the  flippery  paths  of  youth, 
 
 With  heedlefs  fteps  I  ran, 
 Thy  arm,  unfeen,  convey'd  me  fafe, 
 And  led  me  up  to  man. 
 
 6  Through  hidden  dangers,  toils,  and  deaths. 
 
 It  gently  clear'd  my  way, 
 And  through  the  pleafing  faares  of  vice, 
 More  to  be  fear'd  than  they. 
 
 7  Through  every  period  of  my  life 
 
 Thy  goodnefs  I'll  purfue  ; 
 
 And 
 
(     35*     ) 
 
 And  after  death,  in  diftant  world?, 
 The  pleafing  theme  renew. 
 
 8  Through  all  eternity  to  Theex 
 A  grateful  long  I'll  raife  ; 
 But  O  !  eternity's  too  fhort 
 To  utter  all  thy  praife. 
 
 HYMN         CCCLXVIII. 
 
 Heb.  iv.  i.     i   John  iv.  18.   * 
 
 L 
 
 ORD,  I  believe  a  reft  remains 
 To  all  thy  people  known, 
 \  reft,  where  pure  enjoyment  reigns, 
 And  thou  art  lov'd  alone. 
 
 z  A  reft,  where  all  our  foul's  defue 
 '  Is  fixt  on  things  above  ; 
 Where  fear,  and  fin,  and  grief  expire, 
 Caft  out  by  perfect  love. 
 
 3  Oh  that  I  now  the  reft  might  know, 
 
 Believe,  and  enter  in  ! 
 Now,  Saviour,  now  the  power  beftow, 
 And  let  me  ceafe  from  fin. 
 
 4  Remove  this  hardnefs  from  my  heart, 
 
 This  unbelief  remove  ; 
 To  me  the  reft  of  faith  impart, 
 The  fabbath  of  thy  k>ve. 
 
 y  I  would  be  thine,  thou  know'ft  I  would, 
 And  have  thee  all  my  own  : 
 Thee  !  O  my  all-fufficient  good  I 
 I  want,  and  thee  alone. 
 
 6  Thy 
 
(     339     ) 
 
 6  Thy  name  to  me,  thy  nature  grartf  ! 
 
 This,  only  this  be  given  ; 
 Nothing  befide  my  God  I  want, 
 Nothing  in  earth  or  heaven. 
 
 7  Come,  O  my  Saviour,  come  away,  „ 
 
 Into  my  foul  defcend  ; 
 No  longer  from  thy  creature  flay, 
 My  author,  and  my  end  1 
 
 8  Come,  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghofr, 
 
 And  feal  me  thy  abode  ; 
 Let  all  I  am  in  thee  be  loft, 
 Let  all  be  loft  in  God ! 
 
 HYMN        CCCLXIX. 
 
 1  /A   Joyful  found  of  gofpel-grace, 
 \^/     Chrift  fhall  in  me  appear  ! 
 
 I,  even  I,  fhall  fee  his  face  ; 
 I  fhall  be  holy  here. 
 
 2  The  glorious  crown  of  righteoufnefs 
 
 To  me  held  out  I  view  ; 
 Conqueror  through  him    I  foon  fhall  feize 
 And  wear  it  as  my  due. 
 
 3  The  promis'd  land  from  Pifgah's  top, 
 
 I  now  exult  to  fee  ; 
 My  hope  is  full   (O  glorious  hope  !) 
 Of  immortality. 
 
 4  He  vifits  now  this  houfe  of  clay ; 
 
 He  fhakes  his  future  home  ; 
 
 F  f  O  would' ft 
 
(     34°     ) 
 
 O  would'ft  thou,  Lord,  on  this  glad  day, 
 Into  thy  temple  come. 
 
 5  With  me  I  know,  I  feel  thou  art, 
 
 But  this  cannot  fufHce, 
 ,  Unlefs  thou  planted  in  my  heart 
 A  coniiant  paradife. 
 
 6  My  earth  thou  watered  from  on  high, 
 
 But  make  it  all  a  pool  : 
 Spring  up,  O  well,  I  ever  cry, 
 Spring  up  within  my  foul. 
 
 7  Come,  O  my  Gdtl,  thyfelf  reveai ! 
 
 Fill  all  this  mighty  void  : 
 Thou  only  canft  my  fpirit  fill ; 
 Come,  O  my  God,  my  God  ! 
 
 8  Fulfil,  fulfil  my  large  defires, 
 
 Large  as  iminity ! 
 Give,  give  me  all  my  foul  requires, 
 All,  all  that  is  in  thee  1 
 
 HYMN        CCCLXX. 
 
 INFINITE,  inqxhaufted  love  ! 
 Jefus  and  love  are  one: 
 If  Hill  to  me  thy  bowels  move, 
 They  are  reib ain'd  to  none. 
 
 V/hat  fhall  I  do  my  God  to  love  ! 
 
 My  loving  God  to  praife  ? 
 The  length,  and  breadth,  and  height  to  prove, 
 
 And  depth  of  fovereign  grace? 
 
 3  The 
 
(     34'     ) 
 
 3  The  Saviour's  grace  to  a!l  extends, 
 
 Jmmenfe  and  imconfm'd  ; 
 From  age  to  age  it  never  ends; 
 It  reaches  ail  mankind. 
 
 4  Throughout  the  world  it's  breadth  is  known  : 
 
 Wide  as  infihity ! 
 
 So  wide  it  never  pafs'd  by  one, 
 Or  it  had  pafs'd  by  me. 
 
 5  The  depth  of  all -redeeming  love, 
 
 What  angel-tongue  can  tell  ? 
 Oh  may  I  to  the  utmoft  prove, 
 The  gift  unfpeakable  ? 
 
 6  Come  quickly,    gracious  Lord,  and  tr.1 
 
 PofTefuon  of  thy  own  ! 
 My  longing  heart  vouchsafe  to  make 
 Thy  everlafting  throne  ! 
 
 7  AfTert  thy  claim,  maintain  thy  right, 
 
 Come  quickly  from  above  ; 
 And  fink  me  to  perfection's  height, 
 The  depth  of  humble  love. 
 
 HYMN         CCCLXXI. 
 
 1  TESUS,  to  thee  alone  I  fly, 
 J      On  whom  my  help  is  laid  : 
 Oppreft  by  fins  I  lift  my  eye, 
 
 And  fee  the  fhadows  fade. 
 
 2  Soon  as  I  find  myfclf  forfook, 
 
 The  grace  again  is  given  : 
 
 F  i  z  A  figh 
 
(     3A2     ) 
 
 A  figh  cau  reach  thy  heart,  a  look 
 Can  bring  thee  clown  from  heaven. 
 
 3  Believing  on  my  Lord,  I  find 
 
 A  fare  snd  prefent  aid  : 
 On  thee  alone  then  let  my  mir.u 
 Be  every  moment  ftayM. 
 
 4  Whate'er  in  me  feems  wife  or  good, 
 
 Or  ftrong,  I  here  difclaim  : 
 Then  warn  my  garments  in  thy  bleed, 
 O  thou  atoning  Lamb. 
 
 5  Jefus,  my  ftrength,  my  life,  my  reft, 
 
 Orr  thee  will  I  depend  : 
 Till  fummon'd  to  the  marriage  feaft, 
 "When  faith  in  fight  fhall  end. 
 
 H  Y  M  H         CCCLXXII. 
 
 i   TY7HAT  is  our  calling's  glorious  hope, 
 W       But  inward  hoiinefs  ? 
 For  this  to  Jefus  I  look  up, 
 I  calmly  wait  for  this. 
 
 2  I  wait  till  he  fhall  touch  me  clean, 
 
 Shall  life  and  power  impart  : 
 Give  me  the  faith  that  cafts  out  fin, 
 And  purify  my  heart. 
 
 3  This  is  the  dear  redeeming  grace, 
 
 I  or  every  fmner  free  : 
 Surely  it  fhall  on  me  take  place, 
 The  chief  of  finners  me. 
 
 a.  From 
 
(     343     ) 
 
 4  From  all  iniquity,  from  all 
 
 He  mail  my  foul  redeem  : 
 In  Jefus  I  believe,  and  mall 
 Believe  myfelf  to  him. 
 
 5  When  jefus  makes  my  heart  his  home 
 
 My  fin  mall  all  depart : 
 And  lo  !   he  faith,  I  quickly  come, 
 To  fill  and  rule  thy  heart. 
 
 6  Be  it  according  to  thy  word  ! 
 
 Redeem  me  from  all  fin; 
 My  heart  would  now  receive  thee,  Lord 
 Come  in,  mv  Lord,  come  in  ! 
 
 H  Y  M  N  CCCLXXIII. 
 
 ATHER,  to  thee  my  foul  I  lift, 
 My  foul  on  thee  d 
 Convinc'd  that  every  perfect  gift 
 From  thee  alone  defce. 
 
 ■f 
 
 2  Mercy  and  grace  are  thine  alone, 
 And  power  and  wifdom  too  : 
 Without  the  Spirit  of  thy  Son 
 We  nothing  good  can  do. 
 
 ;  cannot  fpeak  one  ufeful  word, 
 One  holy  thought  conceive, 
 Unlefs,  in  anfwer  to  our  Lord, 
 Thyfelf  the  blefiing  g i 
 
 4  His  blood  demands  the  purchas'd  grace 
 His  blood's  availing  pica 
 F  f3 
 
(     344     ) 
 
 Obtain'd  the  help  for  all  our  race, 
 And  fends  it  down  to  me. 
 
 6  From  thee,  through  Jefus,  we  receive 
 The  power  on  thee"  to  call, 
 In  whom  we  are,  and  move,  and  live  ; 
 Our  God  is  all  in  all ! 
 
 HYMN      CCCLXXIV. 
 
 I  Lift  my  eyes  to  thee, 
 Thou  gracious,  bleeding  Lamb. 
 That  I  may  now  enlighten'd  be, 
 And  never  put  to  fharrre. 
 
 Never  may  I  remove 
 Out  of  thy  hands  my  caufe, 
 But  reft  in  thy  redeeming  iove, 
 And  hang  upon  thy  crofs. 
 
 Teach  me  the  happy  art 
 In  all  things  to  depend 
 On  thee  !  O  never,  Lord,   depart, 
 But  love  me  to  the  end  ! 
 
 4  Still  ftir  me  up  to  ftrive 
 With  thee  in  ftrength  divine  : 
 
 And  every  moment,  Lord,  revive 
 1  his  fainting  foul  of  mine. 
 
 Perfift  to  fave  my  foul 
 1  hroughout  the  fiery  hour, 
 Till  I  am  every  whit  made  whole, 
 And  mew  forth  ail  thy  power. 
 
 Through 
 
(     3+5     )     . 
 
 Through  fire  and  water  bring 
 Into  the  wealthy  place; 
 And  teach  me  the  new  fong  to  Ting 
 When  perfected  in  grace  1 . 
 
 Oh  make  me  all  like  thee, 
 Before  1  hence  remove  ! 
 Settle,  confirm,  and  ftablifli  me, 
 And  build  me  up  in  love. 
 
 Let  me  thy  witnefs  live, 
 When  fin  is  all  deftroy'd  ; 
 And  then  my  fpotlefs  foul  receive, 
 And  take  me  home  to  God. 
 
 HYMN        CCCLXXV. 
 
 Heavenly  Joy  en  Earth. 
 
 i        OOME,  ye  that  love  the  Lord, 
 \^ji     And  let  your  joys  be  known 
 Join  in  a  fong  with  fweet  accord, 
 While  ye  furround  his  throne  : 
 
 2  Let  thofe  refufe  to  ring 
 Who  never  knew  our  God  ; 
 
 But  fervants  of  the  heavenly  King 
 May  fpeak  their  joys  abroad. 
 
 3  The  God  that  rules  on  high, 
 That  all  the  earth  furveys, 
 
 That  rides  upon  the  ftormy  fky, 
 And  calms  the  roaring  feas : 
 
 This 
 
.       (     346     ) 
 
 This  awful  God  is  curs, 
 Cur  Father  and  our  Love  ; 
 He  will  fend  down  his  heavenly  powers 
 To  carry  us  above. 
 
 There  we  fhall  fee  his  face, 
 And  never,  never  fin  : 
 There,  from  the  rivers  of  his  grace, 
 Drink  endiefs  pleafures  in. 
 
 Yes  ?  and  before  we  rife 
 To  that  immortal  irate, 
 The  thoughts  of  fuch  amazing  biifs 
 Should  conftant  joys  create. 
 
 The  men  of  grace  have  found 
 Glory  begun  below ; 
 Celeftial  fruit  on  earthly  ground 
 Prom  faith  and  hope  may  grow  : 
 
 Then  let  ourfohgs  abound, 
 And  every  tear  be  dry  : 
 We're  marching  through  Immanuel's'ground 
 
 To  fairer  worids  on  high. 
 
 H  Y  J.l   N        CCCLXXVI. 
 
 Gcd  all  in  all,      Pf.   lxxiii.   25. 
 
 1        7\/T^  God,  my  life,  my  love, 
 1VJL     To  thee,  to  thee  I  call  j 
 I  cannot  live  if  thou  remove, 
 For  thou  art  all  in"  all. 
 
 z  Thy 
 
(     547     ) 
 
 2  Thy  finning  grace  can  cheer 
 This  dungeon  where  I  dwell ; 
 
 'Tis  paradife  whc  n  thou  art  here  ; 
 If  thou  depart  'tis  hell. 
 
 3  The  fmilings  of  thy  face, 
 How  amiable  they  are, 
 
 *Tis  heaven  to  reft  in  thy  embrace, 
 And  no  where  elfe  but  there. 
 
 4.       To  thee,  and  thee  alone, 
 The  angels  owe  their  blifs  ; 
 They  fit  around  thy  gracious  throne, 
 And  dwell  where  Jeiusis. 
 
 5  Not  all  the  harp?  above 
 Can  make  a  heavenly  place, 
 
 If  God  his  refidence  remove, 
 Or  but  conceal  his  face. 
 
 6  Nor  earth,  nor  all  the  fky, 
 Can  one  delight  afford  ; 
 
 No,  not  one  drop  of  real  joy, 
 Without  thy  prelcnce,  Lord. 
 
 7  Thou  art  the  fea  of  love, 
 Where  all  my  pleafures  roll ; 
 
 The  circle  where  ray  paffions  move, 
 And  centre  of  my  foul. 
 
 8  To  thee  my  fpirits  fly 
 With  infinite  deiire : 
 
 And  yet  how  far  from  thee  I  lie  ! 
 Dear  Jefus,  ruife  me  higher. 
 
 HYMN 
 
.       H   Y   M   N        CCCLXXVI1. 
 
 1  T  Want  a  principle  within 
 JL     Of  jealons  godly  fear, 
 A  fenfibility  of  fin, 
 
 A  pain  to  feel  it  near. 
 
 2  That  I  from  thee  no  more  may  part, 
 
 No  more  thy  goodnefs  grieve, 
 The  filial  awe,  the  flefhly  heart, 
 The  tender  confcience  give. 
 
 3  Quick  as  the  apple  of  an  eye, 
 
 O  God,  my  confcience  make  ; 
 Awake  my  foul  when  fin  is  nigh, 
 And  keep  it  (till  awake. 
 
 4  If  to  the  right  or  left  I  ftray, 
 
 That  moment,  Lord,  reprove  ; 
 And  let  me  weep  my  life  away, 
 For  having  griev'd  thy  love, 
 
 5  Oh  may  the  leaft  omiflion  pain 
 
 My  well-inftru&ed  foul, 
 And  drive  me  to  the  blood  again, 
 Which  makes  the  wounded  whole. 
 
 HYMN  CCCLXXV11I. 
 
 JESUS,  we  look  to  thee, 
 Thy  promis'd  prefence  claim  ! 
 I'liou  in  the  midit  of  us  fhalt  be 
 Aflcmblcd  in  thy  name. 
 
 2  Thy 
 
(     349     ) 
 
 2  Thy  name  falvation  is, 
 Which  here  we  come  to  prove  :  ■ 
 
 Thy  name  is  life,  and  health,  and  peace: 
 And  everlaiting  love. 
 
 3  Not  in'  the  name  of  pride 
 Or  felfiihnefs  we  meet  : 
 
 From  nature's  paths  we  turn  afide, 
 And  worldly  thoughts  forget. 
 
 4  We  meet  the  grace  to  take, 
 Which  thou  haft  freely  given  : 
 
 We  meet  on  earth  for  thy  dear  fake, 
 That  we  may  meet  in  heaven. 
 
 5  Prefent  we  know  thou  art : 
 But  Oh  thyfelf  reveal  ! 
 
 Now,   Lord,  let  every  humble  heart 
 The  mighty  comfort  feel  ! 
 
 6  Oh!  may  thy  quickening  voice, 
 The  death  of  fm  remove  ; 
 
 And  bid  our  inmoit  fouls  rejoice, 
 In  hope  of  perfedt  love  ! 
 
 HYMN  CCCLXXIX. 
 
 1  T _JE  wills  that  I  mould  holy  be  : 
 X"~l  That  holinefs  I  long  to  feel, 
 That  full,  divine  conformity 
 
 To  ail  my  Saviour's  righteous  will. 
 
 2  See,  Lord,  the  travail  of  thy  foul 
 
 Accompliih'd  in  the  change  of  mine; 
 
 And 
 
(     35°     ) 
 
 And  plunge  me  every  whit  made  whole, 
 In  all  the  depths  of  love  divine  ! 
 
 3  May  I  not  ftagger  at  thy  power, 
 
 Or  doubt  thy  truth,  which  cannot  move  : 
 Haften  the  long  expected  hour, 
 
 And  blefs  me  with  thy  perfect  love. 
 
 4  Jems,  thy  loving  Spirit  alone 
 
 Can  lead  me  forth,  and  make  me  free  : 
 Burft  every  bond  through  which  I  groan, 
 And  fet  my  heart  at  iiberty. 
 
 5  Now  let  thy  Spirit  bring  me  in, 
 
 And  give  thy  fervant  to  poffefs 
 The  land  of  reft  from  inbred  fin, 
 The  land  of  perfect  holinefs. 
 
 6  Lord,  I  believe  thy  power  the  fame, 
 
 The  fame  thy  truth  and  grace  endure  : 
 And  in  thy  bleifed  hands  1  am, 
 And  trull  thee  for  a  perfect  cure. 
 
 7  Come,  Saviour,  come,  and  make  me  whole ! 
 
 Entirely  all  my  fins  remove  : 
 
 To  perfect  heairh  reftore  my  foul ; 
 
 To  perfect  holinefs  and  love. 
 
 HYMN         CCCLXXX. 
 
 Little  Children  lo-ve  one  another. 
 
 i   /~^  IVER  of  concord,  Prince  of  peace, 
 V_J     Meek,  lamb-like  Son  of  God, 
 
 Bid 
 
(     35«     ) 
 
 Bid  our  unruly  paflions  ceafe, 
 ExtinguiuYd  with  thy  blood. 
 
 2  Subdue  in  us  the  carnal  mind, 
 
 It's  enmity  deftroy, 
 With  cords  of  loveth'  old  Adam  bind, 
 And  melt  him  into  joy. 
 
 3  Us  into  clofeft  union  draw, 
 
 And  in  our  inward  parts 
 Let  kindnefs  fweetly  write  her  law, 
 Let  love  command  our  hearts. 
 
 4  Oh  let  thy  love  our  hearts  conftrain  I 
 
 Jefus,  the  crucified, 
 What  haft  thou  done  our  hearts  to  gain  ? 
 LanguiuYd,  and  groan'd,  and  died. 
 
 5  Who  would  not  now  purfue  the  way 
 
 Where  Jem's  footfteps  mine  ? 
 Who  would  not  own  the  pleafing  fway 
 Of  charity  divine  ? 
 
 6  Saviour,  look  down  with  pitying  eyes, 
 
 Our  jarring  wills  control, 
 Let  cordial  kind  affections  rife. 
 And  harmonize  the  foul. 
 
 7  Oh  let  us  find  the  ancient  way, 
 
 Our  wondering  foes  to  move, 
 And  force  the  heathen  v/orld  to  fay, 
 e<  See  how  thefe  chriftians  love  !" 
 
 G  g  HYMN 
 
(     35*     ) 
 
 'J 
 
 HYMN         CCCLXXXI. 
 
 OIN'D  in  one  Spirit  to  our  head, 
 Where  he  appoints  we  go, 
 And  frill  in  Jefu's  footfteps  tread, 
 And  do  his  works  below. 
 
 2  Oh  let  us  ever  walk  in  him, 
 
 And  nothing  know  befide, 
 Nothing  defire,  nothing  efteem, 
 But  Jeius  crucified. 
 
 3  Clofer  and  clofer  let  us  cleave 
 
 To  his  belov'd  embrace, 
 Expect  his  fulnefs  to  receive, 
 And  grace  to  anfwer  grace. 
 
 4  While  thus  we  walk  with  Chrift  in  light, 
 
 What  (hall  our  fouls  disjoin  ? 
 Souls  which  himfelf  vouchsafes  t'  unite 
 In  fellowfhip  divine. 
 
 <*  We  all  are  one  who  him  receive, 
 And  each  with  each  agree, 
 In  him,  the  One,  the  truth  we  live, 
 Bleft  point  of  unity. 
 
 8  Partakers  of  the  Saviour's  grace, 
 The  fame  in  mind  and  heart, 
 Nor  joy,  nor  grief,  nor  time,  nor  place, 
 Nor  life,  nor  death  can  part. 
 
 7  Oh 
 
(     353     ) 
 
 Oh  let  us  haften  to  the  day, 
 Which  fhall  our  flefh  reliorc, 
 
 For  death  fhall  then  be  done  away, 
 •And  bodies  part  no  more. 
 
 HYMN         CCCLXXXil. 
 
 Sol.  Song  ii.  8,  &c. 
 
 i   A  |  VHE  voice  of  my  Beloved  founds 
 j[      Over  the  rocks  and  rifing  grounds, 
 O'er  hills  of  guilt,  and  feas  of  grief, 
 He  leaps,  he  flies  to  my  relief* 
 
 2  Now,  through  the  veil  of  flefh,  I  fee 
 With  eyes  of  love  he  looks  at  me ; 
 Now  in  the  gofpel's  cleareft  glafs 
 He  fhews  the  beauties  of  his  face. 
 
 3  Gently  he  draws  my  heart  along, 
 Both  with  his  beauties  and  his  tongue; 
 Rife,  faith  my  Lord,  make  hafte  away, 
 No  mortal  joys  are  worth  thy  flay. 
 
 4  The  Jewifh  wintry  ftate  is  gone, 
 
 The  mifts  are  fled,  the  fpring  comes  on ; 
 The  facred  turtle-dove  we  hear 
 Proclaim  the  new,  the  joyful  year. 
 
 5  The  immortal  vine  of  heavenly  root 
 BlofToms,  and  buds,  and  gives  her  fruit ; 
 Lo,  we  are  come  to  tafte  the  wine  ; 
 Our  fouls  rejoice,  and  blefs  the  vine, 
 
 G  g  z  6  And 
 
(     354    ) 
 
 6  And  when  I  hear  my  Jefus  fay, 
 
 *'  Rife  up,  my  love,  make  hafte  away," 
 My  heart  would  fain  outfiy  the  wind> 
 And  leave  all  earthly  loves  behind. 
 
 HYMN         CCCLXXX1V. 
 
 Sol.  Song  ii.  8,  12. 
 
 Chorus. 
 i  *  I  KHE  voice  of  my  Beloved  founds, 
 
 &      White  o'er  the  mountain  tops  he  bounds ; 
 He  flies  exulting  o'er  the  hills, 
 And  all  my  foul  with  tranfport  fills. 
 
 Duetto. 
 Gently  doth  he  chide  my  ftay, 
 Rife,  my  love,  and  come  away. 
 
 Chorus, 
 2  The  fcatter'd  clouds  are  fled  at  laft, 
 The  rain  is  gone,  the  winter's  paft; 
 The  lovely  vernal  flowers  appear, 
 The  warbling  choirs  enchant  our  ear. 
 
 Duetto. 
 Now  with  fwectly  penflve  moan. 
 Cooes  the  turtle  dove  alone. 
 
 Chorus . 
 
 The  voice  of  my,  &c. 
 
 H  Y  M  W 
 
(     355     ) 
 
 H  Y  M  S  CCCLXXXV. 
 
 Sol.  Song  ii.   14,  16,  17. 
 
 1  T"XEAR  Lord,  my  thankful  heart  receives 
 X  3  The  hope  thy  invitation  gives ; 
 
 To  thee  my  joyful  lips  fhall  raife 
 
 The  voice  of  prayer,  the  voice  of  praife. 
 
 2  I  am  my  Lord's,  and  he  is  mine ; 
 
 Our  hearts,  our  hopes,  our  pafhons  join  : 
 
 Nor  let  a  motion,  or  a  word, 
 
 Or  thought  arife,  to  grieve  my  Lord. 
 
 3  Till  the  day  breaks,  and  ftiadows  flee, 
 Till  the  fweet  dawning  light  I  fee, 
 Thy  eyes  to  me -ward  ever  turn, 
 Nor  let  my  foul  in  darknefs  mourn. 
 
 4  Be  like  a  hart  on  mountains  green  ; 
 Leap  o'er  thefe  hills  of  fear  and  fin  : 
 Nor  guilt,  nor  unbelief  divide 
 
 My  love,  my  Saviour,  from  my  fide, 
 
 H  Y  M  N        CCCLXXXVI. 
 
 Sol.  Song  iii.  11. 
 
 2     TESU3,  thou  everlafting  King, 
 J    Accept  the  tribute  which  we  bring, 
 Accept  thy  well  deferv'd  renown, 
 And  wear  our  praifes  as  thv  crown. 
 
 G  g  3  2  Let. 
 
(     356    ) 
 
 2  Let  every  a&  of  worihip  be 
 
 Like  our  efpouials,  Lord,  to  thee  : 
 Like  the  bleft  hour  when  from  above 
 We  firft  receiv'd  thy  pledge  of  love. 
 
 3  The  gladnefs  of  that  happy  day, 
 Oh  may  it  ever,  ever  flay  ! 
 
 Nor  let  our  faith  forfake  it's  hold, 
 Nor  hope  decline,  nor  love  grow  cold  ! 
 
 4  Each  following  minute  as  it  flies 
 Increafe  thy  praife,  improve  our  joys, 
 Till  we  are  rais'd  to  fing  thy  name 
 
 At  the  great  fupper  of  the  Lamb. 
 
 HYMN        CCCLXXXVII. 
 
 Chrijl  the  Fountain  of  Life. 
 
 i   T^OUNTAIN  of  life  to  all  below, 
 J?      Let  thy.falvation  roll, 
 Water,  repleniih,  and  o'erflow 
 Every  believing  foul. 
 
 2  Into  that  happy  number,  Lord, 
 
 Us  weary  finners  take  : 
 Jefus,  fulfil  thy  gracious  word, 
 For  thy  own  mercy's  fake. 
 
 3  Turn  back  our  nature's  rapid  tide, 
 
 And  we  fhall  flow  to  thee, 
 While  down  the  ftream  of  time  we  glide 
 To  our  eternity. 
 
 4  The 
 
(     357     ) 
 
 4  The  well  of  life  to  us  thou  art, 
 
 Of  joy  the  fwelling  flood  : 
 Wafted  by  thee  with  willing  heart 
 We  fwift  return  to  God. 
 
 5  We  foon  fnall  reach  the  boundlefs  fez, 
 
 I-nto-thy  fulnefs  fall, 
 Be  loft,  and  fwallow'd  up  in  thee, 
 Our  God,  our  all  in  all. 
 
 HYMN         C  C  C  L  XXXV  III. 
 
 yifus  my  all, 
 
 i  TT7HY  mould  I  fear  the  darkeft  hour, 
 W     Or  tremble  at  the  tempter's  power  ? 
 Jefus  vouchfafes  to  be  my  tower. 
 
 2  Though  hot  the  fight ;  why  quit  the  field  ? 
 Why  muft  I  either  flee  or  yield, 
 Since  Jefus  is  my  mighty  fhield  ? 
 
 5  When  creature -comforts  fade  and  die, 
 Worldlings  may  weep  ;  but  why  fhould  I  ? 
 jefus  ftill  lives,  and  Mill  is  nigh. 
 
 4  Though  all  the  flocks  and  herds  were  dead, 
 My  foul  a  famine  need  not  dread, 
 
 For  jefus  is  my  living  bread. 
 
 5  I  know  not  what  may  foon  betide, 
 Or  how  my  wants  fhall  be  fupplkd  ; 
 But  Jefus  knows,  a*nd  will  provide. 
 
 6  Though 
 
(     358    ) 
 
 6  Though  fin  wrtuld  fill  me  with  diftrefs, 
 The  throne  of  grace  I  dare  addrefs  ; 
 For  Jefus  is  my  righteoufnefs. 
 
 7  Though  faint  my  prayers,  and  cold  my  love, 
 My  ftedfaft  hope  fhail  not  remove, 
 
 While  Jefus  interceeds  above. 
 
 8  Againft  me  earth  and  hell  combine  ; 
 But  on  my  fide  is  power  divine ; 
 jefus  is  all,  and  he  is  mine. 
 
 H  VM  V        CCCLXXX1X. 
 
 The  name  of  jfejk 
 
 i    1  ^JOW  fweet  the  name  of  Jefus  founds 
 AX.     In  a  believer's  ear  ? 
 It  fooths  his  forrows,  heals  his  wounds, 
 And  drives  away  his  fear. 
 
 2  It  makes  the  wounded  fpirit  whole, 
 
 And  calms-  the  troubled  breall ; 
 'Tis  manna  to  the  hungry  foul, 
 And  to  the  weary  relt. 
 
 3  Dear  name  !   the  rock  on  which  I  build', 
 
 My  fhield,  and  hiding-place  ; 
 My  never-failing  treafury,  fill'd 
 With  boundiefs  {tores  of  grace. 
 
 4  Jef^  ! 
 
(     355     ) 
 
 4  Jefii3 !  my  Shepherd,  Hufband,  Friend, 
 
 My  Prophet,  Prieft,  and  King ; 
 My  Lord,  my  Life,  my  Way,  my  End, 
 Accept  the  praife  I  bring. 
 
 5  Weak  is  the  effort  of  my  heart, 
 
 And  cold  my  warmeft  thought; 
 *  But  when  I  fee  thee  as  thou  arc, 
 I'll  praife  thee  as  I  ought. 
 
 6  'Till  then  I  would  thy  love  proclaim 
 
 With  every  fleeting  breath  ; 
 And  may  the  mufic  of  thy  name 
 Refrelh  my  foul  in  death. 
 
 H  Y  M  N         CCCXC. 
 
 Enoch  walked  with  God.     Gen.  v.  24, 
 
 1   i^H  !  for  a  defer  walk  with  God, 
 \J     A  calm  and  heavenly  frame ; 
 A  light  to  mine  upon  the  road 
 That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb  ! 
 
 z  Where  is  the  bieMednefs  I  kf> 
 
 When  firit  I  faw  the  Lord  ; 
 Where  is  the  foul-refreihing  view 
 Of  jefus,  and  his  word  r 
 
 3  What  peaceful  hours  I  once  enjoy 'd  ! 
 Kow  fweet  their  memory  ftill  ! 
 But  rhey  have  left  an  aching  void, 
 The  world  can  never  fill, 
 
 4  Return* 
 
(     3&o     ) 
 
 4  Return,  O  holy  Dove,  return, 
 
 Sweet  mefienger  of  reft  ; 
 I  hate  the  fins  that  made  thee  mourn, 
 And  drove  thee  from  my  breaft. 
 
 5  So  ftiall  my  walk  be  clofe  with  God, 
 
 Calm  andferene  my  frame? 
 
 A  purer  light  mall  mark  the  road 
 
 That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb. 
 
 hymn      cccxci. 
 The  happy  Change, 
 
 1  T    CRD,  I  thank  thee  for  that  grace 
 1   j  Shining  in  thy  lovely  face  ; 
 
 Thou  appeareft  reconcil'd, 
 Call'lt  me  thy  beloved  child  : 
 
 2  Once  I  felt  thy  wrath  reveal'd, 
 Till  thy  grace  my  pardon  feal'd; 
 Sunk  in  grief,  defpondent  I 
 Saw  thee  then  in  love  pafs  by. 
 
 3  Doubts  and  fears  had  fill'd  my  breafl, 
 Banifh'd  peace,  and  joy,  and  reft ; 
 Till  the  voice,   that  calms  the  fea, 
 Gently  whifper'd,  "  Come  to  me." 
 
 4  With  that  word,  a  power  convey'd 
 Help'd  me  to  lift  up  my  head  : 
 Then  prefented  to  my  view, 
 Thee  I  faw  in  bloody  hue  \ 
 
 5  From 
 
(     36'     ) 
 
 5  From  thy  hands,  and  feet,  and  fide, 
 I  beheld  a  crimfon  tide, 
 
 Gufhing  plenteous  down  that  tree, 
 Where  thou  bow'dfl  thy  head  for  me. 
 
 6  Here  I  wafh'd,  and  wafh'd  again, 
 Dropp'd  my  load  of  guilt  and  pain  ', 
 While  the  Spirit  loudly  cried, 
 
 "  Thou  art  freely  juftined." 
 
 HYMN  CCCXCII. 
 
 The  Rof  of  Sharon.    Sol.  Song  ii.  x. 
 
 i    JESUS,  the  faints'  perpetual  theme1? 
 J    What  fragrant  odours  fill  the  name 
 
 Of  lovely  Sharon's  Rofe  ! 
 As  ointment  poured  out,  it  fpreads 
 A  fweet  perfume,  an  un&ion  fheds, 
 Whence  joy  celeftial  flows. 
 
 2  But  when  that  perfect  day  fhall  mine, 
 That.cloudlefs  day  when  all-divine 
 
 My  foul  fhall  wing  it's  way ; 
 Freed  from  this  clod  which  damps  it's  flight 
 I'll  foar  aloft,  and  balk  in  light 
 
 Of  fempiternal  day. 
 
 3  Then  un-impeded  fhall  my  eye 
 My  wounded  Lord  with  joy  defcry, 
 
 And  mark  his  prints  of  love  ; 
 At  his  piere'd  feet  my  -crown  I'll  caft, 
 His  praife  fhall  with  my  being  laft, 
 
 Who  died,  but  lives  above. 
 
 4-  At 
 
(  &  ) 
 
 4  At  light  of  him,  whofe  once  marr'd  face 
 Now  mines  with  glory,  and  with  grace, 
 
 Oh  how  my  joys  mail  rile  ! 
 Haften  the'moment,  Lord,  when  I 
 Shall  lay  this  houfe  terreflrial  by, 
 
 To  dwell  in  paradife  ! 
 
 K  Y  M  N        CCCXC1II. 
 
 Chriji  precious  to  the  Believer,      i  Peter  ii.  7. 
 
 1  TESUS,  I  love  thy  charming  name; 
 J      '1  is  mufic  to  my  ear  ; 
 
 Fain  would  I  found  it  out  fo  loud, 
 That  earth  and  heaven  might  hear. 
 
 2  Yes,  thou  art  precious  to  my  foul, 
 
 My  tranfport,  and  my  truft  : 
 Jewels  to  me  are  empty  toys, 
 And  gold  is  fordid  duft. 
 
 3  All  my  capacious  powers  can  wifli 
 
 In  thee  moll  richly  meet : 
 Nor  to  my  eyes  is  light  fo  dear, 
 Norfriendfhip  half  fo  fweet. 
 
 4  Oh  may  thy  grace  ftill  cheer  my  heart, 
 
 And  Ihed  it  s  fragrance  there  ; 
 The  nobleft  balm  of  all  it's  wounds, 
 The  cordial  of  it's  care  ! 
 
 5  I'll  fpeak  the  honours  of  thy  name 
 
 With  my  laft  labouring  breath  ; 
 Then  fpeechlefs  clafp  thee  in  my  arms, 
 The  antidote  of  death. 
 
 HYM 
 
(  363  ) 
 
 HYMN  CCCXCIV, 
 
 Make  me  a  cleafi  hearty  0  God.     Pf.  li.   ic. 
 
 1  /^V   For  a  heart  to  praife  my  God  ! 
 \J     A  heart  from  fin  fet  tree  ! 
 
 A    heart  that  always  feels  thy  blood, 
 So  freely  fpilt  for  me  ! 
 
 2  A  heart  refign'd,  fubmifiive,  meek, 
 
 My  dear  Redeemer's  throne, 
 Where  only  Chriil:  is  heard  to  fpeak, 
 Where  Jefus  reigns  alone  : 
 
 3  A  humble,  broken,  contrite  heart, 
 
 Believing,  true,  and  clean, 
 Which  neither  life  nor  death  can  part 
 From  him  that  dwells  within. 
 
 4  A  heart  in  every  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  (till  the  fame, 
 
 And  melts  at  human  woe  ! 
 Jefus,  for  thee  diftreft  I  am; 
 I  want  thy  love  to  know. 
 
 6  Thy  nature,  gracious  Lord,  impart, 
 
 Come  quickly  from  above, 
 Write  thy  new  name  upon  my  heart, 
 Thy  new,  beft  name  of  love. 
 
 H  h  hymn 
 
(     3«4    ) 
 
 HYMN        CCCXCV. 
 
 Jc/uu 
 
 i    TESUS  !  a  name  of  fweeteft  found  : 
 J      How  faft  it  chains  the  willing  ear  ! 
 It  fpreads  delicious  fragrance  round, 
 At  once  to  gratify  and  cheer. 
 
 2  By  it,  the  heavenly  ho  ft  above, 
 
 And  e?.ch  redeemed  faint  below, 
 Are  kindled  into  holy  love, 
 
 And  feel  their  hearts  with  rapture  glow. 
 
 3  Who  that  hath  ever  felt  the  pain, 
 
 The  anguifh  of  a  wounded  heart, 
 And  found  all  other  means  in  vain, 
 To  heal  the  wound,  or  eafe  the  fmart ! 
 
 4  Who  that  has  known  it's  faving  might, 
 
 To  refcue  from  the  power  of  fin, 
 Can  hear  this  name  without  delight, 
 Can  hear,  and  feel  no  flame  within  ? 
 
 5  Jefus  !  a  name  of  fweeteft  found  ! 
 
 It  chains,  it  charms  the  captive  ear, 
 And  fpreads  baifamic  odours  round, 
 The  wounded  heart  to  heal  and  cheer. 
 
 HYMN  CCCXCVI. 
 
 The  faithfulnefs  cf  God  in  the  Prcmi/es, 
 
 B 
 
 EGIN  my  tongue,  fome  heavenly  theme, 
 And  fpeak  fome  boundlefs  thing, 
 
 The 
 
(    3*5    ) 
 
 The  mighty  works,  or  mightier  name, 
 Of  our  eternal  King. 
 
 2  Tell  of  his  wonderous  faithfulnefs, 
 
 And  found  his  p  :  'id, 
 
 Sing  the  fweet  promife  of  his  grace, 
 And  the  performing  God. 
 
 3  Proclaim  "  Salvation  from  the  Lord, 
 
 "  For  wretched  dying  men," 
 His  hand  hath  wxi  -d  word, 
 
 a  an  immortal  pen. 
 
 4  Engrav'd,  as  in  eternal  brafs, 
 
 The  mighty  promife  fhines  ; 
 Nor  can  the  powers  of  darknefs  raze 
 Thofe  everlafting  lines. 
 
 5  His  every  word  of  grace  is  ftrong, 
 
 As  that  which  built  the  fkies  j 
 The  voice,  that  rolls  the  ftars  along, 
 Spake  all  the  promifes. 
 
 6  Oh,  might  I  hear  thy  heavenly  tongue 
 
 But  whifper,  Thou  art  ?nine  ! 
 Thofe  gentle  words  mould  raife  my  fong 
 To  notes  almoil  divine. 
 
 7  How  would  my  leaping  heart  rejoice,  . 
 
 And  think  my  heaven  fecure  1 
 I  truft  the  all-creating  voice, 
 And  faith  defiresno  mor^. 
 
 H  V    (  t 
 
(     366    ) 
 
 HYMN         CCCXCVII. 
 
 Christ's  Death  t  Viftory,  and  Dominion, 
 
 Sing  my  Saviour's  wonderous  death, 
 He  conquer'd  when  he  fell ; 
 'Tisfinijh'd,  faid  his  dying  breath, 
 And  fhook  the  gates  of  hell. 
 
 2  'Tisfinijh'd,  our  Immanuel  cries, 
 
 The  dreadful  work  is  done ; 
 Hence  mall  his  fovereign  throne  arife, 
 His  kingdom  is  begun. 
 
 3  His  crofs  a  fure  foundation  laid 
 
 For  glory  and  renown, 
 When  through  the  regions  of  the  dead 
 He  pafs'd  to  reach  the  crown. 
 
 4  Exalted  at  his  Father's  fide 
 
 Sits  our  victorious  Lord ; 
 To  heaven  and  hell  his  hands  divide 
 The  vengeance  or  reward. 
 
 5  The  faints  from  his  propitious  eye, 
 
 Await  their  feveral  crowns, 
 And  all  the  fons  of  darknefs  fly 
 The  terror  of  his  frowns. 
 
 HYMN        cccxcvin. 
 
 Pf.  lxxix.   ii. 
 
 o 
 
 Thou  that  hangedft  on  the  tree, 
 Our  curfe  and  fufferings  to  remove, 
 
 Pity 
 
(     3*7     ) 
 
 Pity  the  fouls  that  look  to  thee, 
 And  fave  us  by  thy  dying  love. 
 
 2  We  have  no  outward  righteoufnefs, 
 
 No  merits,  or  good  works  to  plead  ; 
 We. only  can  be  fav'd  by  g.  ace  ; 
 Thy  grace  will  here  be  free  indeed. 
 
 3  Save  us  by  grace,  through  faith  alone, 
 •    A  faith  thou  muft  thyfelf  impart; 
 A  faith  that  would  by  works  be  fhewn, 
 
 A  faith  that  purifies  the  Leart. 
 
 4  A  faith  that  doth  the  mountains  move, 
 
 A  faith  that  mews  our  fins  forgiven  ; 
 A  faith  that  fweetly  works  by  love, 
 And  afcertains  our  claim  to  heaven. 
 
 5  This  is  the  faith  we  humbly  feek, 
 
 The  faith  in  thy  all-cleanfmg  blood  ; 
 That  blood  which  doth  for  firmer s  fpeak, 
 O  let  it  fpeak  us  up  to  God  ! 
 
 HYMN  CCCXCIX. 
 
 i   y^ANST  thou  reject  our  dying  prayer, 
 \^/     Or  caft  us  out  who  come  to  thee  ? 
 Our  fins,  ah,  wherefore  didft  tnou  bear  ! 
 Jefus,    remember  Calvary  ! 
 
 2  Number'd  with  the  tranfgreiTors  thou, 
 Between  the  felons  crucified, 
 Speak  to  our  hearts,  and  tell  us  now, 
 Wherefore  halt,  thou  for  finners  died  ! 
 
 H  h  3  3  For 
 
(     368     ) 
 
 3  For  us  waft  thou  not  lifted  up, 
 
 For  us  a  bleeding  viftim  made?  " 
 That  we,  the  abjecls,  we  might  hope,  • 
 Thou  haft  for  all  a  ranfom  paid. 
 
 4  Oh  might  we  with  our  clofing  eyes, 
 
 Thee  in  thy  bloody  vefture  fee  ; 
 And  caft  us  on  thy  facrifice  : 
 Jefus,  my  Lord,  remember  me  ! 
 
 5  Thou  art  into  thy  kingdom  come  : 
 
 I  own  thee  with  my  parting  breath  : 
 God  of  all  grace,  reverfe  my  doom, 
 And  fave  me  from  eternal  death. 
 
 6  Haft  thou  not  wrought  the  fure  belief, 
 
 I  feel  this  moment  in  thy  blood  ? 
 And  am  not  I  the  dying  thief? 
 And  art  not  thou  my  Lord,  my  God  ? 
 
 7  Thy  blood  to  all  our  fouls  apply, 
 
 To  them,  to  me  thy  Spirit  give, 
 And  I   (let  each  cry  out)   and  I 
 With  thee  in  paradife  mail  live. 
 
 H  y  mn     cccc. 
 
 For  a  Jick  Friend. 
 
 i   QEE,  gracious  Lord,  with  pitying  eyes, 
 i3   Beneath  thy  hand  a  fufferer  lies, 
 Thy  mercy,  not  thy  anger  proves  j 
 And  he  is  fick  whom  Jefus  loves, 
 
 2  Hit 
 
(  369  ) 
 
 2  His  to  thy  own  afflictions  join, 
 Accept,  exalt,  and  count  them  thine  ; 
 Thy  paffion,  which  remains,  fulfil, 
 And  fuffer  in  thy  members  ftill. 
 
 3  His  ficknefs  feel,  endure  his  pain, 
 His  burden  bear,  his  crofs  fuftain  ; 
 Grieve  in  his  griefs,  and  figh  his  fighs, 
 And  breathe  his  wifhes  to  the  Ikies. 
 
 4  Enter  his  heart,  pofTefs  him  whole, 
 Infpire,  and  aftuate  his  foul  ; 
 Him/elf  no  longer  let  it  be 
 
 That  fuffers,  or  that  lives,  but  thee. 
 
 5  Thyfelf  through  fufferings  perfett  made, 
 Conform  him  thus  to  thee  his  head  ; 
 Refine,  and  raife  his  virtue  higher, 
 When  tried  and  purified  by  fire. 
 
 6  So  when  his  eyes  behold  thee  near, 
 And  thou  his  hidden  life  appear  ; 
 Bright  in  thy  likenefs  mail  he  mine, 
 And  glorious  all,  and  all  divine. 
 
 HYMN  CCCC1. 
 
 For  the  King.      1  Tim.  ii.   2. 
 
 1    QOVEREIGN  of  all,  whofe  will  ordains 
 O  The  powers  on  earth  that  be ; 
 By  whom  our  rightful  Monarch  reigns, 
 Subject  to  none  but  thee. 
 
 2  Lo 
 
(     57=     ) 
 
 2  Lo  !  in  the  arm?  of  faith  and  prayer, 
 
 :  bear  him  to  thy  throne  ! 
 Re:.  _ eculiar  a 
 
 :  Lord's  anointed 
 
 3  With  favour  look  upon  his  fzce  : 
 
 *  Thy  love's  paviilion  fpread  ; 
 And  watchful  troops  of  angels  place 
 jund  his  facred  head. 
 
 4  Guard  him  from  all  who  dare  oppofe 
 
 Thy  delegate  and  thee  ! 
 From  open  and  from  fecret  foes, 
 From  force  :  :.y  ! 
 
 :  us,  for  conscience  fake,  revere 
 The  man  of  d  ; 
 
 Honour  and  love  thy  image  here, 
 i  bltfs  his  mild  command. 
 
 6  Thou  only  didfl  the  blefiing  give  : 
 Th*  Lord,  be  thine  ! 
 
 Let  all 
 T:  me. 
 
 -   T  "  m  obey, 
 
 The  fpirit  of  grace  impart  ! 
 Kis  dear,  his  facred  burden  lay 
 C.\  --  "t ! 
 
 g  Still  let  us  pray,  and  never  ce'fe, 
 Defend  him,  L-  i  ! 
 
 'Stablifft  his  throne  in  glorious  peace, 
 t.  to  the  end  ! 
 
 HYMN 
 
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 HYMN         CCCCII. 
 
 F --,:■■      *"•:"     ."::      A  •  •/    •'  -.:      ."•'.'■'       A  _■.:.       .".:  ": .  _ 
 
 i    T    ORD,  people  pray 
 
 1  j   For  all  that  h 
 And  thy  vicegerent's  reign; 
 
 R  . 
 
 And  lo  !  we  humbly  pray  for  m 
 
 .     - 
 
 2  Jefos,  rvant  guard, 
 
 •if.:: 
 
 Through  pi :  .  :"s  and  peaca 
 
 ma!  lead. 
 
 . 
 And  in  5 
 
 Preferve  him,  Providence  divine, 
 
 _     :.;::::icu>  '. 
 To  kfcefl  _cn. 
 
 Ihower  thy  blefSngs  down, 
 - 
 
 and  pow ft 
 Uth,  proiper:: 
 on  and  o 
 
 a 
 
(     372     ) 
 
 HYMN  CCCC1I 
 
 i    YT^ATHER,  behold,  with  gracious  eyes, 
 Jj       The  fouls  before  thy  throne  ; 
 Who  riow  prefent  their  facrifice, 
 And  feek  thee  in  thy  Son. 
 
 2  Well  pleas'd  in  him,  thyfelf  declare ; 
 
 Thy  pardoning  love  reveal  : 
 The  peaceful  anfwer  of  our  prayer 
 To  every  confcience  feal. 
 
 3  On  me,  on  all,  fome  gift  beftow ; 
 
 Some  blefling  now  import : 
 The  feed  of  life-eternal  fow 
 In  every  waiting  heart. 
 
 4  Thy  loving,  powerful  Spirit  fhed, 
 
 And  fpeak  our  fins  forgiven  ; 
 And  hafte  throughout  the  lump  to  fpread 
 The  fanctifying  leafen. 
 
 5  O  Father-,  glorify  thy  Son, 
 
 And  grant  what  we  require  ; 
 For  Jefu   fake,  the  gift  fend  down, 
 And  anfwer  us  by  fire. 
 
 6  Kindle  the  flame  of  love  within, 
 
 Which  fhall  to  heaven  afcend  ; 
 And  now  the  work  of  grace  begin, 
 Which  iliall  in  glory  end. 
 
 HYMN 
 
(     373     ) 
 
 HYMN  CCCCIV. 
 
 Pilgrim    concluded. 
 
 1  /"">  UIDE  me,  O  thou  great  Jehovah, 
 V_3T  Pilgrim  through  this  barren  land  ; 
 I  am  weak,  but  thou  art  mighty, 
 
 Hold  me  with  thy  powerful  hand  : 
 Bread  of  heaven, 
 Feed  mc  till  I  want  no  more. 
 
 2  Open,  Lord,  the  chryftal  fountain, 
 
 Whence  the  healing  ftreams  do  flow  ; 
 Let  the  fiery-cloudy  pillar 
 
 Lead  »e  all  my  journey  through  : 
 Strong  Deliverer, 
 Be  thou  ftiil  my  fun  and  fhield. 
 
 3  When  I  tread  the  verge  of  Jordan, 
 
 Bid  my  anxious  fears  fubfide  : 
 Bear  me  through  it's  fwelling  current, 
 
 Land  me  fafe  on  Canaan's  fide ! 
 Songs  of  praifes 
 I  will  ever  give  to  thee. 
 
 hymn      ccccv. 
 
 As  the  Sufferings  of  Christ    abound  in  us,  fo   our 
 Confolation  alfo  aboundeth  by  Christ.  2  Cor.  i.  5. 
 
 ■c 
 
 OME  on,  my  partners,  in  diftrefs, 
 My  comrades  through  the  wildernefs, 
 Who  ffcill  your  burdens  feel  ! 
 
 A  while 
 
(     374     ) 
 
 A  while  forget  your  griefs  and  fears, 
 And  look  beyond  this  vale  of  tears 
 To  that  celeftial  hill. 
 
 2  See  where  the  Lamb  in  glory  ftands, 
 Incircled  with  his  radiant  bands, 
 
 And  join  the  angelic  powers  : 
 For  all  that  height  of  glorious  blifs 
 Our  everlafting  portion  is, 
 
 And  all  that  heaven  is  ours. 
 
 3  Who  fuffer  with  our  matter  here, 
 We  mail  before  his  face  appear, 
 
 And  by  his  fide  fit  down  ; 
 To  patient  faith  the  prize  is  fuft, 
 And  all,  that  to  the  end  endure 
 
 The  crofs,  fhall  wear  the  crown. 
 
 4  Thrice  blefTed  blifs,  infpiring  hope  ! 
 It  lifts  the  fainting  fpirits  up  ! 
 
 It  brings  to  life  the  dead  ! 
 Our  conflicts  here  fhall  foon  be  paft, 
 And  you  and  I  afcend  at  laft, 
 
 Triumphant  with  our  head. 
 
 5  That  great  myfterious  Deity- 
 
 We  foon  with  open  face  fhall  fee — 
 
 The  beatific  fight 
 Shall  fill  the  heavenly  courts  with  praife, 
 And  wide  diffufe  the  golden  blaze 
 
 Of  everlafting  light  ! 
 
 HYMN 
 
(     375     ) 
 
 HYMN  CCCCVI. 
 
 Blejfednefs  of  Go/pel  Times.     Ifai.  lii.   7,   8,  9,    Id, 
 Matt.  xiii.    16. 
 
 1  TTOW  beauteous  are  their 'feet, 
 J~l   Who  (land  on  Zion's  hill! 
 
 Who  bring  falyation  on  their  tongues. 
 And  words  of  peace  reveal. 
 
 2  How  charming  is  their  voice ! 
 How  fweet  the  tidings  are  ! 
 
 xt  Zion,  behold  thy  Saviour -King" 
 He  reigns  and  triumphs  here. 
 
 3  How  happy  are  our  eyes, 
 That  fee  this  heavenly  light  ; 
 
 Prophets  and  kings  defir'd  it  long, 
 But  died  without  the  fight. 
 
 4  How  happy  are  our  ears* 
 That  hear  this  joyful  found, 
 
 Which  kings  and  prophets  waited  for, 
 And  fought,  but  never  found. 
 »' 
 
 5  The  watchmen  join  their  voice, 
 And  fvveeteft.  notes  employ  ; 
 
 Jerufalem  breaks  forth  in  fongs, 
 And  deferts  learn  the  joy. 
 
 6  The  Lord  makes  bare  his  arm 
 Through  all  the  earth  abroad ; 
 
 Let  every  nation  now  behold 
 Their  Saviour  and  their  God. 
 
 I    i  H  Y  M  M 
 
(     376     ) 
 
 HYMN  CCCCVII. 
 
 At  the  coming  of  a  Minifter. 
 
 1  T  X  7ELCOME,  welcome,  bleffed  fervant, 
 
 \  V     Meffenger  of  Jefu's  grace  ! 
 Oh  how  beautiful  the  feet  of 
 Him  that  brings  good  news  of  peace, 
 Welcome  herald, 
 Prieft  of  God,  thy  people's  joy. 
 
 2  Saviour,  blefs  his  melfage  to  us, 
 
 Give  us  hearts  to  hear  the  found 
 Of  redemption,  dearly  purchas'd, 
 By  thy  death  and  precious  wounds ; 
 O  reveal  it, 
 To  our  poor  and  helplefs  fouls. 
 
 3  Give  reward  of  grace  and  glory 
 
 To  thy  faithful  labourer  dear , 
 Let  the  inceij'fe  of  our  hearts  be 
 
 Offer'd  up  in  faith  and  prayer  ; 
 Blefs,  Oh  blefs  him 
 Now,  henceforth,  for  evermore. 
 
 hymn      ccccvni. 
 
 Prayer  for  Minifter  and  People. 
 
 i   TTVEAREST  Saviour,  help  thy  fervant 
 \J  To  proclaim  thy  wonderous  love  ! 
 Pour  thy  grace  upon  this  people, 
 That  thy  truth  they  may  approve  : 
 Blefs,  O  blefs  them, 
 From  thy  mining  courts  above. 
 
 2  Now 
 
(     377     ) 
 
 Now  thy  gracious  word  invites  them 
 To  partake  the  gofpel-feaft  : 
 
 Let  thy  Spirit  fweetly  draw  them; 
 Every  foul  be  Jem's  guell  ! 
 Oh  receive  us, 
 
 Let  us  find  thy  promis'd  reft. 
 
 Come,  thou  foul-transformiiig  Spirit, 
 Blefs  the  fower  and  the  feed  : 
 
 Ler  each  heart  thy  grace  inherit, 
 Raife  the  weak,  the  hungry  feed. 
 From  the  gofpel 
 
 Now  fupply  thy  people's  need. 
 
 K  Y  M  n      ccccix. 
 
 DifmiJ/Ion. 
 
 i    T    ORD,  difmifs  us  with  thy  blefling  s 
 1  j  Fill  our  hearts  with  joy  and  peace, 
 Let  us  all,  thy  love  pofTeffing, 
 Triumph  in  Redeeming  Grace. 
 O  refrefh  us, 
 In  this  dry  and  barren  place. 
 
 2  Thanks  we  give  and  adoration, 
 
 For  thy  go/pel's  joyful  found  ; 
 May  the  fruits  of  thy  falvation, 
 In  our  hearts  and  fives  abound, 
 Ever  faithful 
 To  the  truth  may  we  be  found. 
 
 3  So  whene'er  the  fignal's  given, 
 
 Us  from  earth  to  call  away, 
 
 I  i  2  Borne 
 
(     378    ) 
 
 Borne  on  angel's  wings  to  heaven.. 
 Glad  the  fummons  to  obey  ; 
 May  we  ever 
 Reign  with  Chriji  in  endlefs  da\\ 
 
 HYMN  CCCCX. 
 
 The  People's  Prayer  for  their  Mini/1  er. 
 
 i  TT  7ITH  heavenly  power,  O  Lord,  defend, 
 V  r     Him  whom  we  now  to  thee  commend; 
 His  perfon  blefs,  his  foul  fecure, 
 And  make  him  to  the  end  endure. 
 
 z  Gird  him  with  all-fufficient  grace  ; 
 Direct  his  feet  in  paths  of  peace  ; 
 Thy  truth,  and  faithfulnefs  fulfil, 
 And  help  him  to  obey  thy  will. 
 
 3  Before  him  thy  protection  fend  ; 
 Oh  love  him,  fave  him  to  the  end  ! 
 Nor  let  him,  as  a  pilgrim,  rove 
 Without  the  convoy  of  thy  love. 
 
 4  Enlarge,  inflame,  and  fill  his  heart, 
 In  him  thy  mighty  power  exert: 
 That  thoufands  yet  unborn  may  praife 
 The  wonders  of  redeeming  grace. 
 
 H  Y  M  N 
 
(     379    ) 
 
 HYMN  CCCCXI. 
 
 On  the  dangerous  lUnefs  of  a  Minifier 
 
 o 
 
 Thou,  before  whofe  gracious  throne, 
 We  bow  our  fuppliant  fpirits  down, 
 View  the  fad  breaft,  the  ftreaming  eye, 
 And  let  our  forrows  pierce  the  Iky. 
 
 2  Though  we  have  finn'd,  and  juftly  dreaci 
 The  vengeance  hovering  o'er  our  head  ; 
 Yet,  power  benign,  thy  fervant  fpare, 
 Nor  turn  afide  thy  people's  prayer. 
 
 3  Avert  thy  fwift  defcending  ftroke, 
 Nor  finite  the  fhepherd  of  the  flock* 
 Left  o'er  the  barren  wafte  we  ftray, 
 To  prowling  wolves  an  eafy  prey. 
 
 4  Reftore  him  finking  to  the  grave, 
 Stretch  out  thy  arm,  make  hafte  to  fave^ 
 Back  to  our  hopes  and  wifhes  give, 
 And  bid  our  friend  and  father  live. 
 
 5  Bound  to  each  foul  by  tendereft  ties, 
 In  every  breaft  his  image  lies, 
 
 Thy  pitying  aid,  O  God,  impart, 
 
 Nor  rend  him  from  each  bleeding  heart. 
 
 6  Yet  if  our  fuppHcations  fail, 
 
 And  prayers  and  tears  can  nought  prevail, 
 Condemn'd  on  this  dark  defert  coaft, 
 To  mourn  our  much  lov'd  Leader  loft. 
 
 Be 
 
(     38o     ) 
 
 7  Be  thou  his  ftrength,  be  thou  his  flay, 
 Support  him  through  the  gloomy  way, 
 Comfort  his  foul,  furround  his  bed, 
 
 And  guide  him  through  the  dreary  made. 
 
 8  Around  him  may  the  angels  wait, 
 Deck'd  with  their  robes  of  heavenly  flate, 
 To  teach  his  happy  foul  to  rife, 
 
 And  waft  him  to  his  native  Ikies. 
 
 HYMN        CCCCXII. 
 
 J 'acob  gathered up  his  feet,  13 V.     Gen.  xlix.  33. 
 
 1  QHRINKING  from  the  cold  hand  of  death, 
 i5  I  t0°  mau"  gather  up  my  feet, 
 
 Shall  foon  refign  this  flee:ing  breath, 
 And  die,  my  father's  God  to  meet. 
 
 2  Number'd  among  thy  people,  I 
 
 Expect  with  joy  thy  face  to  fee  ; 
 Becaufe  thou  didft  for  finners  die, 
 Jefus,  in  death  remember  me. 
 
 3  Oh  that  without  a  lingering  groan, 
 
 I  may  the  welcome  word  receive  1 
 My  body  with  my  charge  lay  down, 
 And  ceafe  at  once  to  work  and  live. 
 
 HYMN  CCCCXII. 
 
 M  Flejk  is  Grafs.     Ifaiah  xl.  6/ 7,  8. 
 
 t  >T*"^HE  morning  flowers  difplay  their  fweets, 
 And  gay  their  filken  leaves  unfold, 
 
 As 
 
(     38i     ) 
 
 As  carelefs  of  the  noon-day  heats. 
 And  fearlefs  of  the  evening  cold. 
 
 2  Nipt  by  the  wind's  unkindly  blaft, 
 
 •Parch'd  by  the  fun's  directer  ray, 
 The  momentary  glories  wafte, 
 The  fhort-hVd  beauties  die  away. 
 
 3  So  blooms  the  human  face-divine, 
 
 When  youth  it's  pride  of  beauty  fhows 
 Fairer  than  fpring  the  colours  mine, 
 And  Tweeter  than  the  virgin- rofe. 
 
 4  Or  worn  by  flowly-rolling  years, 
 
 Or  broke  by  ficknefs  in  a  day  ; 
 The  fading  glory  difappears, 
 
 The  fhort-UVd  beauties  die  away. 
 
 5  Yet  thefe,  new  rifing  from  the  tomb, 
 
 With  luftre  brighter  far  fhall  Ihine  ; 
 Revive  with  ever-during  bloom, 
 Safe  from  difeafes  and  decline. 
 
 6  Let  ficknefs  blaft,  and  death  devour, 
 
 If  heaven  muft  recompenfe  our  pains  ; 
 Perifh  the  grafs,  and  fade  the  flower, 
 If  firm  the  word  of  God  remains. 
 
 HYMN  CCCCXIV. 
 
 1  knoiM  that,  i3 V.      Job  xix.  25,  26,  27  . 
 
 1   T  KNOW  that  my  Redeemer  lives, 
 X  He  lives,  and  an  the  earth  mail  ftand  ; 
 
 And, 
 
(       3*2      ) 
 
 And,  though  to  worms  my  flefh  he  give?, 
 My  duft  lies  number'd  in  his  hand. 
 
 2  In  this  re-animated  clay, 
 
 1  furely  fhall  behold  him  near  ; 
 Shall  fee  him,  at  the  latter  day, 
 In  all  his  majefty  appear. 
 
 3  I  feel  what  then  fhall  raife  me  up, 
 
 The  eternal  Spirit  lives  in  me  ; 
 This  is  my  confidence  of  hope, 
 That  God  I  face  to  face  mail  fee. 
 
 4  My  own,  and  not  another's  eyes, 
 
 The  King  fhall  in  his  beauty  view ; 
 I  fhall  from  him  receive  the  prize, 
 The  crown,  to  his  obedience  due. 
 
 5  Even  now  I  tafle  that  blifs  divine, 
 
 The  glorious  joy  of  angels  prove  ; 
 A  whole  eternity  is  mine, 
 A  whole  eternity  of  love  ! 
 
 HYMN  CCCCXV. 
 
 1  heard  a  Voice  from  Heaven,  tSi.     Rev.  xiv.  13. 
 
 1  TTJARK  !   from  heaven  a  voice  I  hear  ! 
 XA    Sweet  it  vibrates  in  my  ear, 
 Joyful  news  to  mortals  brings 
 
 From  the  immortal  King  of  kings, 
 
 2  u  BlefTed  are  the  dead  who  reft, 
 On  the  dear  Redeemer's  breaft  ; 
 Peaceful  in  his  arms  they  lie, 
 Kappy  in  their  Lord  they  die-i" 
 
 3  Death 
 
(     383     ) 
 
 3  Death,  an  harbinger  of  peace, 
 Brings  to  them  a  fweet  releafe  ; 
 Wafh'd  in  ChrifVs  atoning  blood, 
 Straight  they  mount  they  fly  to  God  t 
 
 4  Angels  bear  them  on  their  wing, 
 While  the  heavenly  convoy  ling ; 
 "  Welcome  to  the  promls'd  reft, 
 Welcome  to  your  Saviour's  breaft  i" 
 
 5  Salem  ope's  it's  pearly  gates, 
 Where  the  Mediator  waits, 
 Waits  to  clafp  them  to  his  heart, 
 Waits  a  kingdom  to  impart. 
 
 6  Now  they  walk  the  gdden-ftreet> 
 
 Where  their  once-lov'd  friends  they  meet, 
 Palms  they  all  triumphant  bear, 
 Emblems  of  their  victory  here. 
 
 7  Glorious  as  the  fun  they  mine, 
 Deck'd  with  garments  all-divine, 
 Crowns  of  gold  their  heads  adorn5 
 Brighter  than  the  blufhing  morn. 
 
 8  Now  the  ftorm's  for  ever  o'er, 
 
 Now  they've  gain'd  the  blifsful  fhon*. 
 Where,  throughout  the  happy  plains, 
 Peace  uninterrupted  reigns. 
 
 9  More  than  conquerors  through  the  Lamb, 
 They  his  victories  now  proclaim  ; 
 
 Cart  their  crowns  before  the  throne, 
 Sav'd  by  rich  free  grace  alone. 
 
 io  Loft 
 
C    384    ) 
 
 10  Loll  in  wonder  now  they  gaze, 
 On  the  dear  Immanuel's  face  f 
 While  as  ages  roll  along, 
 Jel'us  ftill  is  all  their  fong. 
 
 HYMN        CCCCXVI. 
 
 My  Prefencejball  go  nvitb  thee.      Ex.  xxxiii   14. 
 
 1  TpvEATH  cannot  make  my  foul  afraid, 
 JL/  If  God  be  with  me  there  : 
 
 Soft  is  the  paflage  through  the  fhade, 
 And  all  the  profpect  fair. 
 
 2  Might  I  but  climb  to  Pifgatfs  top, 
 
 And  view  the  promis'd  land, 
 My  foul  would  long  her  flefh  to  drop, 
 And  pray  for  the  command. 
 
 3  I  would  renounce  my  all  below, 
 
 If  my  Creator  bid  ; 
 And  run,  if  I  were  call'd  to  go, 
 And  die  as  Mofes  did. 
 
 4  Jefus,  the  vifion  of  thy  face 
 
 Hath  overpowering  charms  : 
 Scarce  fhall  I  feel  death's  cold  embrace, 
 If  Chrift  be  in  my  arms. 
 
 5  Swift  to  the  place  of  pure  delight, 
 
 Where  faints  triumphant  reign  ; 
 My  foul  mall  wing  her  joyful  flight, 
 j^rom  forrow,  fin,  and  pain. 
 
 6  There 
 
(     3»S     ) 
 
 6  There  everlafting  fpring  abides, 
 
 And  never-withering  flowers  : 
 
 Death,  like  a  narrow  ftream,  divides 
 
 This  heavenly  land  from  ours. 
 
 7  Could  I  but  climb  where  Mofes  flood, 
 
 And  view  the  landfcape  o'er  ; 
 Not  death's  dark  vale,  or  icy  flood, 
 Should  fright  me  from  the  more, 
 
 8  Clafp'd  in  my  heavenly  Father's  arms, 
 
 I  would  forget  to  breathe  ; 
 And  lofe  my  life  amidft  the  charms 
 Of  fo  divine  a  death. 
 
 HYMN  CCCCXV1I. 
 
 Job.  xiv.  14.  Ifaiah  xxv.  8.  Rev.  vii.  9. — xxii.  1, 
 
 1  A    ND  let  this  feeble  body  fail, 
 j£x.  And  let  it  faint  or  die, 
 
 My  foul  fhall  quit  the  mournful  vale, 
 And  foar  to  worlds  on  high  ; 
 
 2  Shall  join  the  difembodied  faints, 
 
 And  find  it's  long-fought  reft, 
 That  only  blifs  for  which  it  pants 
 In  the  Redeemer's  breaft. 
 
 3  In  hope  of  that  immortal  crown 
 
 I  now  the  crofs  fuftain, 
 And  gladly  wander  up  and  down, 
 And  fmile  at  toil  and  pain. 
 
 4  I  fufter  my  appointed  years, 
 Till  my  Deliverer  come, 
 
 And 
 
I  386  ) 
 
 And  wipe  away  his  fervant's  tears, 
 And  take  his  -exile  home. 
 
 5  Oh  what  has  Jefus  bought  for  me  ! 
 
 Before  my  raviih'd  eyes 
 Rivers  of  life  divine  I  fee, 
 And  trees  of  paradife  I 
 
 6  I  fee  a  world  of  fpirits  bright, 
 
 Who  tafte  the  pleafures  there  ! 
 .  They  all  are  rob'din  fpotlefs  white, 
 And  conquering  palms  they  bear. 
 
 7  Oh  what  are  all  my  fufterings  here, 
 
 If,  Lord,  thou  count  me  meet 
 With  that  enraptur'd  hoft  to  appear, 
 And  worfhip  at  thy  feet. 
 
 8  Give  joy  or  grief,  give  eafe  or  pain, 
 
 Take  life  or  friends  away  : 
 But  let  me  find  them  all  again 
 In  that  eternal  day. 
 
 HYMN  CCCCXVI1I. 
 
 1  /  I  sO  that  Jerufalem  above 
 
 X      With  joy  will  I  repair, 
 While  in  the  flefh,  my  hope  and  love, 
 My  heart  and  foul  are  there. 
 
 2  There  my  exalted  Saviour  ftands, 
 
 My  merciful  High-prieft, 
 And  ftill  extends  his  wounded  hands 
 To  take  me  to -his  breaft. 
 
 3  What 
 
(     3»7     ) 
 
 3  What  is  there  here  to  court  my  flay, 
 
 To  hold  me  back,  from  home, 
 While  angels  beckon  me  away, 
 And  Jefus  bids  me  come  ? 
 
 4  For  mould  I  fuddenly  remove. 
 
 That  hidden  life  to  mare  ; 
 I  fhall  not  lofe  my  friends  above, 
 But  more  enjoy  them  there. 
 
 5  There  we  in  Jem's  praife  fnall  join, 
 
 His  boundlefs  love  proclaim, 
 And  folemnize  in  fongs  divine 
 The  marriage  of  the  Lamb. 
 
 6  Oh  what  a  bleffed  hope  is  ours  ! 
 
 While  here  on  earth  we  ftay, 
 Ev'n  now  we  tafte  the  heavenly  powers, 
 And  antedate  that  day. 
 
 7  We  feel  the  refurre&ion  near, 
 
 Our  life  in  Chrift  conceal'd, 
 And  with  his  glorious  prefence  here 
 Our  vefTels  mail  be  fill'd. 
 
 HYMN  CCCCXIX. 
 
 The  Chriftian  departing. 
 
 1   TJAPPY  foul,  thy  days  are  ended, 
 fl   All  thy  mourning  days  below  ; 
 Go,  by  angel-guards  attended, 
 To  the  fight  of  Jefus  go. 
 
 K  k  2  Waiting 
 
(     383     ) 
 
 2  Waiting  to  receive  thy  Spirit, 
 
 Lo  !  the  Saviour  Jtands'  above, 
 Shews  the  purchafe  of  his  merit, 
 Reaches  out  the  crown  of  love. 
 
 3  Struggle  through  thy  lateft  paflion, 
 
 To  thy  dear  Redeemer's  breaft, 
 To  his  uttermoft  falvation, 
 To  his  everlafting  reft. 
 
 4  For  the  joy  he  fets  before  thee, 
 
 Bear  a  momentary  pain, 
 Die,  to  live  the  life  or  glory, 
 Suffer,    with  thy  Lord  to  reign. 
 
 H  Y  M  Is7  CCCCXX. 
 
 Burial   of  a    Chriftian. 
 
 HY  do  we  mourn  departed  friends, 
 Or  fhake  at  death's  alarms  ? 
 Fis  but  the  voice  that  Jefus  fends 
 To  call  them  to  his  arms. 
 
 ■w 
 
 2  Are  we  not  tending  upward  too, 
 As  faft  as  time  can  move  ? 
 Why  mould  we  wifh  the  hours  more  flow 
 To  keep  us  from  our  love  ? 
 
 Why  mould  we  tremble  to  convey 
 Their  bodies  to  the  tomb  ? 
 
 There  the  dear  flefh  of  Jefus  lay, 
 And  left  a  fweet  perfume ! 
 
 4  The 
 
(     3§9     ) 
 
 4  The  graves  of  all  his  faints  he  bleft, 
 
 And  foftened   every  bed  ; 
 Where  mould  the  dying  members  reft, 
 But  with  their  dying  head  ■ 
 
 5  Thence  he  arcfe,  afcending  high, 
 
 And  ihew'd  our  feet  the  way  : 
 Up  to  the  Lord  our  flefti  fhall  fly, 
 At  the  great  rlfmg  day. 
 
 6  To  all  who  his  appearing  love 
 
 He  opens  paradife ; 
 And  we  fhall  join  the  holts  above, 
 And  we  fhall  gain  the  prize. 
 
 7  Then  let  the  laft  loud  trumpet  found, 
 
 And  bid  our  kindred  rife  ; 
 Awake,  ye  nations,  underground, 
 Ye  faints,  afcend  the  Ikies. 
 
 HYMN  CCCCXXI. 
 
 Triumph  over  Death,  in  hope  of  the  Refurreflicn. 
 
 I  A    ND  muft.  this  body  die  ?   - 
 
 Jt\,  This  well-wrought  frame  decay  ? 
 And  muft  thefe  active  limbs  of  mine 
 Lie  mouldering:  in  the  clary  ? 
 
 Corruption,  earth,  and  worms 
 Shall  but  refine  this  flefn, 
 'Till  my  triumphant  fpirit  comes 
 To  put  it  on  afrefh. 
 
 Kk  2  3  God, 
 
(     39°     ) 
 
 God,  my  Redeemer  lives, 
 And  often  from  the  fkies 
 Looks  down,   and  watches  all  my  duft, 
 Till  he  mall  bid  it  rife. 
 
 Array 'd  in  glorious  grace, 
 Shall  thefe  vile  bodies  fhine, 
 And  every  fhape,  and  every  face 
 Be  heavenly  and  divine. 
 
 Thefe  lively  hopes  we  owe, 
 Lord,  to  thy  dying  love ; 
 May  we  adore  thy  grace  below,     . 
 And  fing  thy  power  above. 
 
 Saviour,  accept  the  praife 
 Of  thefe  our  humble  fongs, 
 "Till  tunes  of  nobler  found  we  raife 
 With  our  immortal  tongues. 
 
 HYMN         CCCCXXI1. 
 
 The   Chrijlian    departed. 
 
 \   J^TTMS  finifh'd,  'tis  done  !   the  fpirit  is  fled  ! 
 J^     Theprifonerisgone,thechriftianis  dead! 
 The  chriftianis  living  in  Jefus's  love, 
 And  gladly  receiving  a  kingdom  above. 
 
 2  All  honour  and  praife  are  Jefus's  due: 
 Supported  by  grace,  he  fought  £ij  way  through  ; 
 Triumphantly  glorious,  through  Jefus's  zeal, 
 And  more  than  victorious  o'er  fin,  death,  and  hell. 
 
 3  Then 
 
t   391    ) 
 
 3  Then  let  us  record  the  conquering  name, 
 Our  Captain  and  Lord  with  fhoutings  proclaim : 
 Who  truftin  his  paffion,  and  follow  our  head, 
 To  certain  falvation  we  all  mail  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, 
 Or  proftrate  adore  thee  in  filence  of  praife. 
 
 5  Thou,  Lord,  wilt  difplay  thy  fign  in  the  Iky, 
 And  bear  us  away  to  manlions  on  high  ; 
 
 Wilt  give  us  the  kingdom,  the  purchafe  olivine, 
 And  crown  us  "in  heaven  eternally  thine. 
 
 H  Y  M  N        CCCCXXIII. 
 
 1  TJ  E  jGICE  for  a  brother  deceas'd, 
 Xv.  Our  lofs  is  his  infinite  gain  ; 
 A  foul  out  of  prifon  releas'd, 
 
 And  freed  from  his  bodily  chain; 
 With  longs  let  us  follow  bis  flight, 
 
 And  mount  with  bis  fpirit  above, 
 Efcap'd  to  the manilons  of  light, 
 
 And  lodg'd  in  the  Eden  of  love. 
 
 2  Our  brother  the  haven  hath  gain'd, 
 
 Out-flying  the  tempeft  and  wind, 
 His  reft  he  harh  (boner  obfain'd, 
 
 And  left  bis  companions  behind  ; 
 Still  tofs  d  on  a  lea  of  dillrefs, 
 
 Hard  toiling  to  make  the  bleit.  more, 
 Where  all  is  aflurahce  and  peace, 
 
 And  forrow  and  iin  are  no  more. 
 
 K  k  3  3  There 
 
(     392     ) 
 
 3  There  all  the  fhip's  company  meet, 
 
 Who  fail'd  with  the  Saviour  beneath, 
 With  fhouting  each  other  they  greet, 
 
 And  triumph  o'er  trouble  and  death  : 
 The  voyage  of  life's  at  an  end, 
 
 The  mortal  affliction  is  paft, 
 The  age,  that  in  heaven  they  fpend, 
 
 For  ever  and  ever  (hall  laft. 
 
 HYMN       CCCCXXIV, 
 
 I   TTOSANNAH  to  Jefus  on  high  ! 
 X  X   Another  is  enter'd  bis  reft, 
 Another  is  'fcap'd  to  the  fky, 
 
 And  lodg'd  in  Immanuel's  breaft, 
 The  foul  of  our  Jijler  is  gone 
 
 To  heighten  the  triumph  above, 
 Exalted  to  Jefus's  throne, 
 
 And  clasp'd  in  the  arms  of  his  love. 
 
 z  How  happy  the  angels  that  fall 
 
 Tranfported  at  Jefus's  name  ; 
 The  faints  whom  he  fooneft  mail  call 
 
 To  Ihare  in  the  feaft  of  the  Lamb  ! 
 No  longer  imprifon'd  in  clay, 
 
 Who  next  from  his  dungeon  mail  fly, 
 Who  firft  fhall  be  fummon'd  away — 
 
 My  merciful  God — is  it  I  ? 
 
 3  O  Jefus,  if  this  be  thy  will, 
 
 That  fuddenly  I  fhould  depart, 
 Thy  counfel  of  mercy  reveal, 
 
 And  whifper  the  call  to  my  heart  ; 
 
 Oh 
 
(     393     ) 
 
 Oh  give  me  a  fignal  to  know, 
 
 If  Toon  thou  wouldft  have  me  remove, 
 And  leave  the  dull  body  below, 
 
 And  fly  to  the  regions  of  love. 
 
 HYMN         CCCCXXV. 
 
 i    T"    O!  the  prifoner  is  releas'd, 
 1   j  Lighten'd  of  his  flefhly  load  ; 
 Where  the  weary  are  at  reft, 
 
 He  is  gather'd  into  God  ! 
 Lo  !   the  pain  of  life  is  paft, 
 
 All  his  warfare  now  is  o'er  ; 
 Death  and  hell  behind  are  caft, 
 
 Grief  and  fuffering  are  no  morel 
 
 2  Yes,  the  chriftian's  courfe  is  run, 
 
 Ended  is  the  glorious  ftrife  ; 
 Fought  the  fight,  the  work  is  done, 
 
 Death  is  fwallow'd  up  of  life  : 
 Borne  by  angels  on  their  wings, 
 
 Far  from  earth  the  fpirit  flies, 
 Finds  his  God,  and  fits,  and  lings, 
 
 Triumphing  in  paradife. 
 
 3  Join  we  then  with  one  accord, 
 
 In  the  new,  the  joyful  fong  ; 
 Abfent  from  our  loving  Lord 
 
 We  mall  not  continue  long  : 
 We  fhall  quit  the  houfe  of  clay, 
 
 We  a  better  lot  fhall  fliare  ; 
 We  fhall  fee  the  realms  of  day, 
 
 Meet  our  happy  brother  there. 
 
 4  Let 
 
(     394     ) 
 
 4  Let  the  world  bewail  their  dead, 
 
 Fondly  of  their  lofs  complain ; 
 Brother,  friend,  by  Jefus  freed, 
 
 Death  to  thee,  to  us,  is  gain  ; 
 Thou  art  enter'd  into  joy  : 
 
 Let  the  unbelievers  mourn  ; 
 We  in  fongs  our  lives  employ, 
 
 Till  we  all  to  God  return.' 
 
 H  Y  M  N  CCCCXXVI. 
 
 BleJJed  are  the  Dead,  \$c.     Rev.  xiv.   13 
 
 i    T  TAJIK!  a  voice  divides  the  fky  \ 
 XI   Happy  are  the  faithful  dead, 
 In  the  Lord  who  fweetly  die, 
 
 They  from  all  their  toils  are  freed  \ 
 Them  the  Spirit  hath  declar'd 
 
 Bleft,  unutterably  bleft ; 
 Jefus  is  their  great  reward, 
 
 Jefus  is  their  endlefs  reft. 
 
 2  Follow'd  by  their  works  they  go, 
 
 Where  their  head  had  gone  before, 
 ReconciPd  by  grace  below, 
 
 Grace  had  open'd  mercy's  door  : 
 Juftified  through  faith  alone, 
 
 Here  they  knew  their  fins  forgiven  ; 
 Here  they  laid  their  burden  down, 
 
 Hallow'd,  and  made  fit  for  heaven. 
 
 3  Born  into  the  world  above, 
 
 Angels  now  our  brother  greet, 
 Bear  him  to  the  throne  of  love, 
 Place  him  at  the  Saviour's  feet  : 
 
 Jefii' 
 
(     395     ) 
 
 Jefus  fmiles  and  fay?,  "  Well  done ! 
 
 ((  Good  and  faithful  fervant  thou  ! 
 "  Enter,  and  receive  thy  crown, 
 
 "  fteign  with  me  triumphant  now.'* 
 
 4  Angels  catch  the  approving  found, 
 
 Bow,  and  blefs  the  juft  award  ; 
 Hail  the  heir  with  glory  crown'd, 
 
 Now  rejoicing  with  the  Lord  : 
 Fuller  joys  ordain'd  to  know, 
 
 Waiting  for  the  general  doom, 
 When  the  archangel's  trump  fhall  blow, 
 
 "  Rife,  ye  dead,  to  judgment  come." 
 
 HYMN         CCCCXXVII. 
 
 Behold,  the  Bridegroom  comet h.     Matt.   XXV.  7 
 
 1  T  TEARKEN  to  the  foiemn  voice, 
 X.  A   The  awful  midnight  cry  ; 
 Waiting  fouls-  rejoice,  rejoice, 
 
 And  fee  the  bridegroom  nigh  ! 
 Lo  !   he  comes  to  keep  his  word, 
 
 Light  and  joy  his  looks  impart ; 
 Go  ye  forth  to  meet  your  Lord, 
 
 And  meet  him  in  your  heart. 
 
 2  Ye,   who  faint  beneath  your  load 
 
 Of  fin,  your  heads  lift  up  ; 
 See  your  dear  redeeming  God, 
 
 He  comes,    and  bids  you  hope  : 
 In  the  midnight  of  your  grief, 
 
 Jefus  doth  his  mourners  cheer  ; 
 Lo  !  he  brings  you  fure  relief  ! 
 
 Believe,  and  feel  him  here  ! 
 
 3  Ye, 
 
(     39«    ) 
 
 3  Ye,  whofe  lines  are  girt,  ftand  forth  ! 
 
 Whofe  lamps  are  burning  bright, 
 "Worthy  in  your  Saviour's  worth, 
 
 To  walk  with  Chrift  in  light  : 
 Jefus  bids  your  hearts  be  clean, 
 
 Bids  you  all  his  promife  prove  ; 
 Jefus  comes  to  caft  out  fin, 
 
 And  perfect  you  in  love. 
 
 4  Wait  we  all  in  patient  hope, 
 
 "Till  Chrift  the  Judge  (hall  come  ; 
 We  (hall  fo on  be  all  caught  up 
 
 To  meet  the  general  doom  ; 
 In  an  hour  to  us  unknown, 
 
 As  a  thief  in  deepeft  night, 
 Chrift  fhall  fuddenly  come  down 
 
 With  all  his  faints  in  light. 
 
 5  Happy  he,  whom  Chrift  mail  find 
 
 Watching  to  fee  him  come  ; 
 Him  the  judge  of  all  mankind 
 
 Shall  bear  triumphant  home  : 
 Who  can  anfwer  to  his  word  ? 
 
 Which  of  you  dares  meet  his  day  ? 
 "  Rife,   and  come  to  judgment," — Lord, 
 
 We  rife,  and  come  away  : 
 
 HYMN        CCCCXXVIII 
 
 I   TTAPPY  who  in  Jefus  live, 
 AX   But  happier  ftill  are  they 
 Who  to  God  their  fpirits  give, 
 And  'fcape  from  earth  away  : 
 
 Lord, 
 
(     597     ) 
 
 Lord,  thou  read'ft  the  panting  heart, 
 Lord,  thou  hear'ft  the  praying  figh, 
 
 Oh  'tis  better  to  depart, 
 'Tis  better  far  to  die. 
 
 2  Yet  if  fo  thy  will  ordain 
 
 For  our  companions'  good, 
 Let  us  in  the  rlefh  remain, 
 
 And  meekly  bear  the  load. 
 When  we  have  our  grief  fill'd  up, 
 
 When  we  all  our  works  have  done ; 
 Late  partakers  of  our  hope, 
 
 And  fharers  of  thy  throne. 
 
 3  To  thy  wife  and  gracious  will 
 
 We  quietly  fubmit, 
 Waiting  for  redemption  full, 
 
 But  waiting  at  thy  feet : 
 When  thou  wilt  the  bleffing  give, 
 
 Call  us  up  thy  face  to  fee, 
 Only  let  thy  fervants  live, 
 
 And  let  us  die  to  thee. 
 
 H  Y  M  N         CCCCXXIX. 
 
 Profpecl   of  Heaien. 
 
 HOW  happy  then  are  we, 
 Who  build,  O  Lord,  on  thee  ! 
 What  can  our  foundation  ihock  ? 
 
 Though  the  fhatter'd  earth  remove, 
 Stands  our  city  on  a  rock, 
 On  a  rock  of  heavenly  love. 
 
 A  houfe 
 
(     393    ) 
 
 A  houfe  we  call  our  own, 
 
 Which  cannot  be  o'erthrown  ; 
 In  the  general  ruin  fure, 
 
 Storms  and  earthquakes  it  defies : 
 Built  immoveably  fecure, 
 
 Built  eternal  in  the  ikies. 
 
 High  on  Immanuel's  land, 
 
 We  fee  the  fabric  ftand, 
 From  a  tottering  world  remove, 
 
 To  our  ftedfail  manfion  there  : 
 Our  inheritance  above 
 
 Cannot  pafs  from  heir  to  heir. 
 
 Thofe  amaranthine  *    bowers, 
 
 Unalienably  ours, 
 Bloom  our  infinite  reward  ; 
 
 Rife,  our  permanent  abode  ; 
 From  the  founded  world  prepar'd, 
 
 Purchas'd  by  the  blood  of  God. 
 
 Oh  !  might  we  quickly  find 
 
 The  place  for  us  defign'd  ; 
 See  the  long-expected  day 
 
 Of  our  full  redemption  here  ! 
 Let  the  fhadows  flee  away  ! 
 
 Let  the  new-made  world  appear  ! 
 
 High  on  thy  great  white  throne, 
 
 O  king  of  faints,    come  down  ! 
 In  the  new  Jerufalem, 
 
 Now  triumphantly  defcend  ; 
 Let  the  final  tramp  proclaim 
 
 Joys  begun,   which  ne'er  mall  end. 
 
 H  Y  M 
 
 *  Unfading,     i   Pet.  i.  4. 
 
{     399    ) 
 
 HYMN  CCCCXXI. 
 
 llev.  i.  7. 
 
 i   "^JOT  all  the  Archangels  can  tell 
 J^      The  joys  of  that  holieft  place* 
 Where  Jefus  is  pleas'd  to  reveal 
 
 The  light  of  his  heavenly  face  ; 
 Where  caught  in  the  rapturous  flame 
 
 The  fight  beatific  they  prove, 
 And  walk  in  the  light  of  the  Lamb, 
 
 And  bafk  in  the  beams  of  his  love. 
 
 z  Who  then  upon  earth  can  conceive, 
 
 The  blifs  that  in  heaven  they  fhare : 
 Who  then  this  dark  world  would  not  leave, 
 
 And  cheerfully  die  to  be  there  ? 
 }Tis  good  at  thy  word  to  be  here, 
 
 ,rl  is  better  in  thee  to  be  gone, 
 And  fee  thee  in  glory  appear, 
 
 And  rife  to  a  fhare  of  thy  throne. 
 
 3  To  mourn  for  thy  coming  is  fweet, 
 
 To  weep  at  thy  longer  delay  : 
 But  thou  whom  we  halten  to  meet 
 
 Shalt  chafe  all  our  forrows  away  : 
 The  tears  mall  be  wip'd  from  our  eyes 
 
 When  thee  we  behold  in  the  cloud, 
 And  echo  the  joys  of  the  fkies, 
 
 And  fhout  to  the  trumpet  of  God. 
 
 LI  HYMN 
 
(     4©°     ) 
 
 HYMN  CCCCXXXI. 
 
 Rev    xxi.     io,   ii,  22,  23. 
 
 1      y\  WAY  with  our  forrow  and  fear ! 
 2\     ^Ty'e  f°°n  ^a^  recover  our  home; 
 'I  he  city  of  faints  mall  appear, 
 
 The  day  of  eternity  come  : 
 From  earth  we  fhall  quickly  remove, 
 
 And  mount  to  our  native  abode, 
 The  houfe  of  our  Father  above, 
 
 The  palace  of  angels  and  God. 
 
 z  Our  mourning  is  all  at  an  end, 
 
 When  rats'd  by  the  life-giving  word, 
 We  fee  the  new  citydefcend, 
 
 Adorn'd  as  a  bride  for  her  Lord  ; 
 The  city  (o  holy  and  clean, 
 
 No  forrow  can  breathe  in  the  air-: 
 No  gloom  of  affliction  or  fin, 
 
 No  fhadow  of  evil  is  there  1 
 
 3  By  faith  we  already  behold 
 
 That  lovely  jerufalem.here, 
 Her  walls  are  of  jafper  and  gold, 
 
 As  cryftal  her  buildings  are  clear ; 
 Immovably  founded  in  grace, 
 
 She  ftands  as  fhe  ever  hath  ftood, 
 And  brightly  her  builder  difplays 
 
 And  flames  with  the  glory  of  God. 
 
 4  No  need  of  the  fun  in  that  day, 
 
 Which  never  is  follow'd  by  night, 
 Where  Jefus's  beauties  difplay 
 A  pure  and  a  permanent  light  : 
 
 The 
 
(     40i     ) 
 
 E  Lamb  is  their  light  and  their  fun^ 
 And  lo  !   by  refle&ion  they  ihine, 
 With  Jefus  ineffably  one, 
 
 And  bright  in  effulgence  divine  1 
 
 5  The  faints  in  his  prefence  receive 
 
 Their  great  and  eternal  reward, 
 In  Jefus,  in  heaven  they  live, 
 
 They  reign  in  the  fmile  of  trieir  Lord  : 
 The  flame  of  angelical  love 
 
 Is  kindled  at  Jefus's  face  ; 
 And  all  the  enjoyments  above 
 
 Confiit  in  the  rapturous  gr/ze. 
 
 HYMN  CCCCXXXII. 
 
 Here  nve  have  no  continuing  City.       Keb»  xiii.   14, 
 
 1  T    EADER  cf  faithful  fouls,  and  guide 
 JL,     Of  all  that  travel  to  the  Iky, 
 Come,  and  with  us,  even  us  abide, 
 
 Who  would  on  thee  alone  rely  : 
 On  thee  alone  our  fpirits  f 
 While  held  in  life's  uneven  way. 
 
 2  Strangers  and  pilgrims  here  below, 
 
 This  earth  we  know  is  not  our  place., 
 And  haiten  through  the  vale  of  woe, 
 
 And  reftlefs  to  behold  thy  face  : 
 Swift  to'our  heavfpfly  country  move, 
 Our  everlafting  home  above. 
 
 3  We've  no  abiding  city  here, 
 
 But  feek  a  city  out  of  fight, 
 Thither  our  fteady  courfe  we  User, 
 Afpiring  to  the  plains  cf  light  : 
 
 *  L  1  2  Jerufi 
 
{    402     ) 
 
 Jerufalem,  the  faints'  abode, 
 Whofe  founder  is  the  living  God. 
 
 4  Patient  the  appointed  race  to  run, 
 
 This  weary  world  we  raft  behind, 
 From  ftrength  to  ftrength  we  travel  on, 
 
 The  New  jerufalem  to  find ; 
 Our  labour  this,  our  only  aim, 
 To  find  the  New  Jerufalem. 
 
 5  Through  thee,  who  all  our  fins  haft  borne > 
 
 Freely  and  graciouily  forgiven, 
 With  fongs  to  Zion  we  return,. 
 
 Center  ding  for  cur  native  heaven ; 
 That  palace  of  our  glorious  king, 
 We  find  it  nearerwhile  we  fing. 
 
 6  Rais'd  by  the  breath  of  love  divine, 
 
 We  urge  our  way  with  ftrength  renew'd^ 
 The  church  of  the  firft-born  to  join, 
 
 We  travel  to  the  mount  of  God ; 
 With  joy  upon  our  heads  arife, 
 And  meet  our  captain  in  the  Ikies. 
 
 HYMN        CCCCXXIII. 
 
 The  God  of  Abraham. 
 
 i       /-TT^HE  God  of  Abraham  praife, 
 X      Who  reigr*i|ftnthron'd  above  ; 
 Ancient  of  everlafling  days, 
 And  God  of  Love. 
 Jehovah,  great  I  AM  ! 
 By  earth  and  heaven  con  fell ; 
 I  bow  and  blefs  the  facred  name, 
 For  ever  blefs 'd. 
 
(     4°3     ) 
 
 2       The  God  of  Abraham  praife, 
 At  whofe  fupreme  command, 
 From  earth  I  rife — and  feek  the  joys 
 At  his  right-hand  :  ' 
 I  all  on  earth  forfake, 
 It's  wifdom,  fame  and  power; 
 And  him  my  only  portion  make, 
 My  ihield  and  tower. 
 
 3       The  God  of  Abraham  praife, 
 
 Whofe  all-fuflicient  grace 
 •  Shall  guide  me  all  my  happy  days 
 In  all  my  ways  : 
 He  calls  a  worm  his  friend  ! 
 He  calls  himfeif  my  God  ! 
 And  he  mall  fave  me  to  the  end, 
 Through  Jefu's  blood. 
 
 4.       He  by  himfeif  hath  fworn, 
 I  on  his  oath  depend,  • 
 I  (hall,  on  eagle's  wings  upborne, 
 To  heaven  afcend : 
 I  mall  behold  his  face, 
 I  fhall  his  power  adore, 
 And  fing  the  wonders  of  his  grace 
 For  evermore. 
 
 HYMN  CCCCXXXIV.       P.    2. 
 
 1       '-pVHOUGH  nature's  ftrength  decay, 
 X      And  eartti  and  hell  withftand, 
 To  Canaan's  bounds  I  urge  my  way, 
 At  his  command  : 
 The  watery  deep  I  paf*, 
 With  Jefus  in  my  view  ; 
 
 L  1  3  And 
 
(     4°4    ) 
 
 And  through  the  howling  wildernefs* 
 My  way  purfue. 
 
 The  goodly  land  I  fee, 
 With  peace  and  plenty  blefs'd ; 
 A  land  of  facred  liberty, 
 Andendlefs  reft; 
 There  milk  and  honey  flow, 
 And  wine  and  oil  abound, 
 And  trees  of  life  for  ever  grow, 
 With  mercy  crown'd. 
 
 There  dwells  the  Lord  our  King, 
 The  Lord  our  Righteoufnefs  ; 
 Triumphant  o'er  the  world  and  fin, 
 The  Prince  of  peace  : 
 On  Zion's  facred  height, 
 His  kingdom  ftill  maintains ; 
 And  glorious  with  his  faints  in  light. 
 For  ever  reigns. 
 
 He  keeps  his  own  fecure, 
 He  guards  them  by  his  fide, 
 Arrays  in  garments  white  and  pure 
 His  fpotlefs  bride  : 
 With  ftreams  of  facred  blifs, 
 With  groves  of  living  joys, 
 With  all  the  fruits  of  paradife, 
 He  ftill  fupplies. 
 
 HYMN        CCCCXXXV.        P.     5. 
 
 B 
 
 EFORE  the  great  Three-One 
 They  all  exulting  ftand ; 
 
 And 
 
(     4°5     ) 
 
 And  tell  the  wonders  he  hath  done. 
 Through  all  their  land  : 
 The  liit'ning  fpheres  attend, 
 And  fwell  the  growing  fame  ,* 
 And  fing,  in  longs  which  never  end, 
 The  wonderous  name. 
 
 The  God  who  reigns  on  high 
 The  great  Arch-angels  fmg, 
 And  Holy,  Holy,  Holy,  cry, 
 Almighty  King  ! 
 Who  was,   and  is,  the  fame  ; 
 And  evermore  mail  be  ; 
 Jehovah — Father — Great  I  AM  I 
 We  worfhip  Thee. 
 
 Before  the  Saviour's  face 
 The  ranfom'd  nation's  bow, 
 O'erwhelm'd  at  his  almighty  grace, 
 For  ever  new : 
 
 .    He  fhews  his  prints  of  love . 
 
 They  kindle to  a  flame  ! 
 
 And  found  through  all  the  worlds  above,. 
 The  flaughter'd  Lamb. 
 
 The  whole  triumphant  hoft 
 Give  thanks  to  God  on  high  ; 
 Hail,  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghoft, 
 They  ever  cry  : 
 Hail,   Abraham's  God — and  mine  I 
 I  ^oin  the  heavenly  la 
 All  might  and  majefty  are  thine, 
 And  endlefs  praife. 
 
 HYM>! 
 
(    4°6    ) 
 
 HYMN  CCCCXXXVI. 
 
 Dejiring  to  lo<ve  the  Lord. 
 
 i   (~\  Love  divine,  how  fweet  thou  art! 
 \_J  When  mall  I  find  my  willing  heart 
 
 All  taken  up  by  thee  ? 
 Still  may  I  pant  and  thirfl  to  prove 
 The  greatnefs  of  redeeming  love, 
 The  love  of  Chrift  to  me  I 
 
 2  Stronger  his  love  than  death  or  hell ; 
 It's  riches  are  unfearchable  : 
 
 The  firfl-born  fons  of  light 
 Defire  in  vain  it's  depth  to  fee  ; 
 They  cannot  reach  the  myftery, 
 
 The  length,  and  breadth,  and  height. 
 
 3  God  only  knows  the  love  of  God  ; 
 O  that  it  now  were  ihed  abroad 
 
 In  this  poorftony  heart  ! 
 For  love  I  figh,  for  love  I  pine  : 
 This  only  portion,  Lord,  be  mine  ! 
 
 Be  mine  this  better  part  I 
 
 4  O  that  1  could  for  ever  fit 
 With  Mary  at  the  Mailer's  feet  ! 
 
 Be  this  my  happy  choice  : 
 My  only  care,  delight,  and  blifs, 
 My  joy,  my  heaven  on  earth  be  this, 
 
 To  hear  the  bridegroom's  voice  ! 
 
 5  O  that  I  could,  with  favour'd  John, 
 Recline  my  weary  head  upon 
 
 The 
 
(     407     ) 
 
 The  dear  Redeemer's  breafl ! 
 From  care,  and  fin,  and  fcrrow  free. 
 Give  me,  O  jLord,  to  find  in  thee 
 
 My  everlafting  reft  ! 
 
 6  Thy  only  love  may  I  require, 
 Nothing  on  earth  beneath  defire, 
 
 Nothing  in  heaven  above  ! 
 Let  earth  and  all  it's  trifles  go, 
 Give  me,  O  Lord,  thy  love  to  know,. 
 
 Give  me  thy  only  love. 
 
 HYMN        CCCCXXXVII. 
 
 De/t  ring  to  join  the  celejlial  Choir. 
 
 I   /^\H  might  I  with  thy  faints  afpire, 
 X^J  The  meaner!:  of  that  dazzling  choir, 
 
 Who  chant  thy  praife  above  ; 
 Mixt  with  the  bright  mufician-bandj 
 May  I  a  heavenly  harper  frand, 
 
 And  ling  the  fong  of  love. 
 
 z  What  extafy  of  blifs  is  there, 
 While  all  the  angelic  concert  mare 
 
 And  drink  the  flouting  joys  1 
 What  more  than  extafy,  when  all, 
 Struck  to  the  golden  pavement,  fall 
 
 At  Jefu's  glorious  voice  I 
 
 3  Jefus  !  the  heaven  of  heavens  he  is,. 
 The  foul  of  harmony  and  blifs  ,- 
 
 And  while  on  him  we  gaze, 
 And  while  his  glorious  voi-ce  we  hear, 
 Our  fpirits'are  all  eye,  all  ear, 
 
 .And  filcuce  (peak's  his  praife. 
 
 4  Oh 
 
(     4cS     ) 
 
 4  Oh  might  I  die  that  awe  to  prove,  # 
 That  proiirate  awe  which  dares  not' move 
 
 Before  the  great  Three-One  ; 
 To  fhout  by  turns  the  burftingjoy, 
 And  all  eternity  employ 
 
 In  longs  around  the  throne. 
 
 HYMB        CCCCXXXVIII. 
 
 trades  Love  to  the  World*      John  iii.  16. 
 
 i    O ING  to  the  Lord  a  new  melodious  fong ; 
 i^   AfTiff.  the  choir,  ye  tribes  of  every  tongue : 
 Wide  as  the  world  his  fovereign  mercy  reigns  ; 
 Wide  as  the  world  refound  the  rapturous  ftrains  j 
 Ye  angels,  join  the  joyful  acclamation, 
 And  fing  the  love,  that  brings  to  men  falvation. 
 
 2  His  gracious  eye  beheld  in  full  furvey 
 Where  Adam's  race  in  helplefs  ruin  lay  : 
 No  human  aid  the  danger  could  avert ; 
 
 No  angel's  hand  could  footh  the  raging  fmart ; 
 In  his  own  breaft  divine  companion  rifes, 
 And  the  grand  fcheme  the  court  of  heaven  furprifes. 
 
 3  God's  only  Son  with  peerlefs  glory  bright, 
 His  fathers  ft; reft  image  and  delight, 
 Juftice  and  grace  the  victim  have  decreed 
 To  wear  our  flefh,  and  in  that  flefh  to  bleed. 
 
 Pro  fixate  in  duif ,  ye  finners,  all  adore  him, 
 
 And  tremble,  while  your  hearts  rejoice  before  him, 
 
 4  Thewonderousworkis  done;  the  covenant  ftood, 
 
 And  Jefus  expiates  human  guilt  with  blood; 
 Nail'd  to  the  tree  he  bows  his  facred  head; 
 A  mangled  corpfe  he  fojourns  with  the  dead  ; 
 
 Riang 
 
(    4^9    ) 
 
 Rifing,  the  gofpel  fends  through  every  nation  ;. 
 Sinners  believe,  and  gain  complete  falvation. 
 
 5   Father  of  grace,  accept  our  humble  praife  ; 
 Oh  let  it  run  through  everlafting  days  ! 
 And  thou,  bleft  Saviour,  fpotlefs  Lamb  of  God, 
 Accept  the  fouls  dear-ranfom'd  with  thy  blood  ; 
 And  to  thofe  fongs  form  all  our  feeble  voices, 
 In  v/hich  the  choir  round  thy  bright  throne  rejoices. 
 
 HYMN  CCCCXXXIX. 
 
 Redeeming    Love. 
 
 1  "^TOW  begin  the  heavenly  themes 
 JJNJ    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,  dv*  up  your  tears3 
 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 — andtafte  redeeming  love. 
 
 5  Welcome 
 
(     4*°     ) 
 
 5  Welcome  all  by  fin  oppreft, 
 Welcome  all  to  Jefus  Chrift  ; 
 Nothing  brought  him  from  above, 
 Nothing  but  redeeming  love. 
 
 6  He  fiibdu'd  the  infernal  powers, 
 His  tremendous  foes  and  ours, 
 From  their  curled  empire  drove, 
 Mighty  in  redeeming  love, 
 
 7  Hither  then  your  mufic  bring, 
 Strike  aloud  each  joyful  ftring.; 
 Mortals  join  the  hoft  above, 
 Join  to  praife  .redeeming  love. 
 
 <H  Y  M  W        CCCCXL. 
 
 Way  to  Canaan, 
 
 i    TESUS,  my  all,  to  heaven  is  gone, 
 J    He,  whom  I  fix  my  hopes  upon; 
 His  track  I. fee,  and  I'll  purfue 
 The  narrow  way,  till  him  I  view. 
 
 2  The  way  the  holy  prophets  went, 
 The  road  that  leads  from  banifhment5 
 The  King's  highway  of  holinefs 
 I'll  go,  for  all  his  paths  are  peace. 
 
 3  This  is  the  way  I  long  have  fought, 
 And  mourn'd,  becauie  I  found  it  not, 
 My  grief  a  burden  long  has  been, 
 Becaufe  I  could  not  ceafe  from  fin. 
 
 4  The  more  I  ftrove  againft  it's  power, 
 I  finn'd,  and  ftumbled  but  the  more, 
 
 Till 
 
(     4i«     ) 
 
 Till  late  I  heard  my  Saviour  fay, 
 Come  hither,  foul,  if  I  am  the  -way." 
 
 5  Lo !  glad  I  come,  and  thou,  bleft  Lamb, 
 Shalt  take  me  to  thee,  as  I  am  : 
 Nothing  but  fm  I  thee  can  give, 
 Nothing  but  love  mail  I  receive. 
 
 6  Then  will  I  tell  to  finners  round, 
 What  a  dear  Saviour  I  have  found, 
 I'll  point  to  thy  redeeming  blood, 
 And  fay,  "  Behold  the  way  to  God." 
 
 H  Y  u  N         CCCCXLI. 
 
 The  Lord  our  Rigbteoufmfs .     Jer.  xxiii.  6. 
 
 i     TESUS,  thy  blood  and  righteoufnefs 
 J    My  beauty  are,  my  glorious  drefs  ; 
 'Midit  flaming  worlds,  in  thefe  array'd, 
 With  joy  fhall  I  lift  up  my  head. 
 
 2  When  from  the  dufi:  of  death  I  rife, 
 To  claim  my  manfion  in  the  fkies ; 
 Ev'n  then  fhall  this  be  all  my  plea, 
 "  Jefus  hath  Ivo'd  and  died  for  me." 
 
 3  Bold  fhall  I  ftand  in  that  great  day, 
 For  who  ought  to  my  charge  fnali  lay  ? 
 Fully  through  tiiee  abfolv'd  I  am 
 From  fin  and  fear,  from  guilt  and  fhame, 
 
 4  Thus  Abraham,  the  friend  of  God, 
 Thus  all  the  armies  bought  with  blood, 
 Saviour  of  finners,  thee  proclaim  ; 
 Sinners,  of  whom  the  chief  lam. 
 
 Mm  5  This 
 
(      4«2      ) 
 
 5  This  fpotlefs  robe  the  fame  appears, 
 When  ruin'd  nature  finks  in  years  ; 
 No  age  can  change  it's  glorious  hue, 
 The  grace  of  Chrift  is  ever  new. 
 
 6  Oh  let  the  dead  now  hear  thy  voice! 
 Now  bid  thy  banifh'd  ones  rejoice  ! 
 Their  beauty  this,  their  glorious  drefs; 
 j  efus,  the  Lord  our  -right  eoufnefs  ! 
 
 HYMN  CCCCXLII. 
 
 God  glorified,   and  Sinners  failed. 
 
 i   "FEATHER,. how  wide  thy  glory  mines  I 
 jP    How  high  thy  wonders  rife  ! 
 Known  through  the  earth  by  thoufand  figns; 
 By  thoufands  through  the  fkies. 
 
 2  Thofe  mighty  orbs  proclaim  thy  power  ; 
 
 Their  motions  fpeak  thy  (kill  : 
 And  on  the  wings  of  every  hour, 
 We  read  thy  patience  ftill. 
 
 3  Part  of  thy  name  divinely  ftands, 
 
 On  all  thy  creatures  writ, 
 They  fhew  the  labour  of  thy  hands, 
 Or  imprefs  of  thy  feet. 
 
 4  But  when  we  view  thy  ftrange  defign 
 
 To  fave  rebellious  worms  ; 
 Where  vengeance  and  compaflion  join 
 In  their  divineft  forms  ; 
 
 5  Here 
 
(     4*3     ) 
 
 5  Here  the  whole  Deity  is  known, 
 
 Nor  dares  a  creature  guefs 
 Which  of  the  glories  brighter!  fhene, 
 The  juftice  or  the  grace. 
 
 6  Now  the  full  glories  of  the  Lamb 
 
 Adorn  the  heavenly  plains, 
 Bright  feraphs  learn  ImmanueVs  name, 
 And  try  their  choiceft  {brains. 
 
 7  Oh  may  I  bear  fome  humble  part 
 
 In  that  immortal  fong  ;  . 
 Wonder  and  joy  mall  tune  my  heart, 
 And  love  command  my  tongue. 
 
 HYMN        CCCCXLI1I. 
 
 Divine  Perfections, 
 
 i       /  |  ^HE  Lord  Jehovah  reigns, 
 
 X      His  throne  is  built  on  high  ; 
 The  garments  he  affumes 
 Are  light  and  majefty  ; 
 His  glories  mine  with  beams  fo  bright, 
 No  mortal  eye  can  bear  the  fight. 
 
 2  The  thunders  of  his  hand 
 
 Keep  the  wide  world  in  awe  ; 
 His  wrath  and  juftice  ftand  x. 
 
 To  guard  his  holy  law  : 
 And  where  his  love  refolves  to  blefs,  v 
 
 His  truth  confirms  and  feals  the  grace. 
 
 3  Through  all  his  mighty  works, 
 
 Amazing  wifdom  fhines  ; 
 
 M  m  z  Confounds 
 
r' 
 
 (     4*4     ) 
 
 Confounds  the  powers  of  hell, 
 And  breaks  their  dark  defigns. 
 Strong  is  his  arm,  and  fhall  fulfil 
 His  great  decrees  and  fovereign  will. 
 
 i.       And  can  this  fovereign  King 
 
 Of  glory  condefcend, 
 And  will  he  write  his  name, 
 
 My  Father  and  my  Friend  ! 
 I  love  his  name,  I  love  his  word, 
 join  all  my  powers  to  praife  the  Lord  ! 
 
 H  Y  M  N         CCCCXLIV. 
 
 The   Offices  of  Christ. 
 
 JOIN  all  the  glorious  names 
 Of  wifdom,  love  and  power, 
 That  ever  mortals  knew, 
 That  angels  ever  bore  ; 
 All  are  too  mean  to  fpeak  thy  worth, 
 Too  mean  to  fetThee,  Saviour,  forth. 
 
 •       But  Oh  what  gentle  terms, 
 
 What  condescending  ways, 
 Dcth  our  Redeemer  ufe  \ 
 
 To  teach  his  heavenly  grace  ! 
 My  eyes  with  joy  and  wonder  fee 
 What  forms  of  love  he  bears  for  me. 
 
 ;       Array 'd  in  mortal  fkfh, 
 
 Lo,  the  Great  Angel  ftands, 
 And  holds  the  promifos 
 And  pardons  in  his  Lands, 
 
 Cornmiinon'd 
 
(     415     ) 
 
 Commifiion'd,  from  his  Father's  throne, 
 To  make  his  grace  to  mortals  known. 
 
 4  Great  Prophet  of  my  God, 
 
 My  tongue  fhall  blefs  thy  name, 
 By  thee  the  joyful  news 
 Of  ourfalvation  came  ; 
 The  joyful  news  of  fins  forgiven, 
 Of  hell  fubdu'd,  and  peace  with  heaven. 
 
 5  Be  thou  my  Counfellor, 
 
 My  Pattern  and  my  Guide  ; 
 And  through  this  defart  land 
 Still  keep  me  near  thy  tide. 
 Oh  let  my  feet  ne'er  run  aftray, 
 Nor  rove  nor  feek  the  crooked  way. 
 
 HYMN       CQCCXLV. 
 
 1  1"  Love  my  Shepherd's  voice, 
 J_  His  watchful  eyes  fhall  keep 
 My  wandering  foul  among 
 
 The  thoufands  of  his  fheep. 
 He  feeds  his  flock,  he  calls  their  names, 
 His  bofom  bears  the  tender  lambs. 
 
 2  Jefus,  my  great  High  Prieft, 
 
 Ofrer'd  his  blood  and  died  ; 
 My  guilty  confcience  feeks 
 No  facrifice  befide. 
 His  powerful  blood  did  once  atone, 
 And  now  it  pleads  before  the  throne. 
 
 3  O  thou  almighty  Lord, 
 My  Conqueror  and  my  King, 
 
 M  m  3  Thy 
 
<     4*6    ) 
 
 Thy  fceptre  and  thy  fvvord, 
 Thy  reigning  grace  I  fmg  :    ' 
 Thine  is  the  power,  behold  I  fit 
 In  willing  bonds  before  thy  feet. 
 
 4  Now  let  my  foul  arife, 
 
 And  tread  the  tempter  down, 
 My  Captain  leads  me  forth 
 
 To  conqueft  and  a  crown  : 
 March  on,  nor  fear  to  win  the  day, 
 Though  death  and  hell  obftrucl  the  way. 
 
 5  Should  all  the  hofts  of  death, 
 
 And  powers  of  hell  unknown, 
 Put  their  moft  dreadful  forms 
 
 Of  rage  and  mifchief  on ; 
 J  mall  be  fate,  for  Chrift  difplays 
 Superior  power,  and  guardian  grace. 
 
 HYMN  CCCCXLVI. 
 
 The  ChriftiarCs  Ch ar after , 
 
 HO  is  as  the  chriftian  great, 
 Bought,  and  wafrYd  with  facred  blood, 
 Crowns  he  fees  beneath  his  feet, 
 Soars  aloft,  and  walks  with  God. 
 
 2  Who  is  as  the  chriftian  wife  ! 
 
 He  his  nought  for  all  hath  given, 
 Bought  the  pearl  of  greateft  price, 
 _  Nobly  bartered  earth  and  heaven. 
 
 3  Who  is  as  the  chriftian  bleft, 
 
 He  hath  found  the  long-fought  Stone, 
 
 He 
 
(    4*7    ) 
 
 He  isjoin'd  to  Chrifthis  reft, 
 He  and  happinefs  are  one. 
 
 4  Earth  and  heaven  together  meet, 
 
 Gifts  in  him  and  graces  join, 
 Make  the  character  complete, 
 All  immortal,  ail  divine. 
 
 5  Lo  !   his  cloathingis  the  fun, 
 
 The  bright  fun  of  righteoufnefs  : 
 He  hath  put  falvation  on, 
 Jefus  is  his  beauteous  drefs. 
 
 6  Lo  !  he  tedds  on  living  bread, 
 
 Drinks  the  fountain  from  above, 
 Leans  on  Jefu's  bread  his  head  ; 
 Feafts  for  ever  on  his  love. 
 
 7  Angels  here  his  fervants  are, 
 
 Spread  for  him  their  golden  wings, 
 To  his  throne  of  glcry  bear, 
 Seat  him  by  the  King  of  kings. 
 
 HYMN         CCCCXLVII. 
 
 I  am  not  afoam*d  of  the  Go/pel.     Rom.  i.  \6, 
 
 i    OHALL  I,  for  fear  of  feeble  man, 
 ^5   The  Spirit's  courfe  in  me  reftrain  ? 
 Or,  undifmay'd  in  deed  and  word 
 Be  a  true  witnefs  of  my  Lord  ? 
 
 2  Aw'd  by  a  mortal's  frown,  mail  I 
 Conceal  the  word  of  God  moll:  high  ? 
 How  then  before  thee  fhall  I  dare 
 To  ftand,  or  how  thy  anger  bear  ? 
 
 3  Shall 
 
(     4>8     ) 
 
 3  Shall  I,  to  footh  the  unholy  throng, 
 Soften  thy  truths,  and  fmooth  my  tongue  ? 
 To  gain  earth's  gilded  toys,  or  flee 
 
 The  crofs,  endur'd,  my  God,  by  thee  ? 
 
 4  What  then  is  he,  whofe  fcorn  I  dread  ? 
 Whofe  wrath  or  hate  makes  me  afraid  ? 
 A  man !  an  heir  of  death !  a  Have 
 
 To  fin  !  a  bubble  on  the  wave ! 
 
 5  Yea,  let  man  rage  ;  fince  thou  wilt  fpread 
 Thy  fhadowing  wings  around  my  head  : 
 Since  in  all  pain,  thy  tender  love, 
 
 Will  flill  my  fure  refrefhment  prove. 
 
 6  Saviour  of  men,  thy  fearching  eye 
 
 Doth  all  my  inmoft  foul  defcry  : 
 Doth  ought  on  earth  my  wifhes  raife  ? 
 Or  the  world's  pieafure,  or  it's  praife  ? 
 
 7  The  love  of  Chrift  doth  me  conftrain, 
 To  feefc  the  wandering  fouls  of  men  : 
 With  cries,  entreaties,  tears  to  fave, 
 To  fnatch  them  from  the  gaping  grave. 
 
 8  For  this  let  men  revile  my  name, 
 No  crofs  I  fhun,  1  fear  no  fhame  : 
 All  hail,  reproach,  and  welcome  pain  ! 
 Only  thy  terrors,  Lord,  reftrain. 
 
 9  My  life,  my  b'ood,  I  here  prefent  ! 
 If  forth/  truth  they  may  be  fpent, 
 Fulfil  thy  fovereign  counfel,  Lord, 
 Thy  will  be  done,  thy  name  ador'd  '• 
 
 10  Give 
 
(     4*9     ) 
 
 Give  me  thy  ftrength,  O  God  of  power; 
 Then  let  winds  blow,  or  thunders  roar  3 
 Thy  faithful  witnefs  will  I  be  : 
 'Tis  fixt  :  I  can  do  all  through  thee  1 
 
 H  V  M   N  *        CCCCXLV1II. 
 
 God   exalted  above     abo-ue    all   Praifj. 
 
 1  T7«  TERNAL  power,  whofe  high  abode 
 Jtl/  Becomes  the  grandeur  of  a  God, 
 Infinite  length?,  beyond  the  bounds 
 Where  ftars  revolve  their  little  rounds. 
 
 2  Thee  while  the  firfl  archangel  fmgs, 
 Ke  hides  his  face  behind  his  wings  ; 
 And  ranks  of  mining  thrones  around, 
 Fail  worshipping,  and  fpread  the  ground. 
 
 3  Lord,  what  fmll  earth  and  afhes  do  I 
 We  would  adore  our  Maker  too  ! 
 From  fin  and  daft  to  I  zry, 
 The  Great,  the  Hoiy,  and  the  Higfc! 
 
 4  Earth  from  afar  hath  heard  thy  fame, 
 And  worms  have  learnt  to  Hip  thy  name ; 
 But  Gh  !   the  glories  of  thy  mind 
 Leave  all  our  foaring  thoughts  behind. 
 
 5  God  is  in  heaven,  and  men  below  : 
 
 Be  fhort  our  tunes  ;  our  words  be  few  ! 
 A  folemn  reverence  checks  our  fongs, 
 And  praife  fits  fiient  on  our  tongues. 
 
 Hy.\:  n 
 
(     420     ) 
 
 R  Y  M  N  CCC  CXLIX. 
 
 Ccme,  Lordjcfus.     Rev.  xxii.   21. 
 
 i   TT7EEN  mail  thy  lovely  face  be  feen  ?    I 
 V V    When  ihall  our  eyes  behold  our  God? 
 What  lengths  of  diftance  lie  between  ? 
 And  hills  of  guilt  ?  a  heavy  load  ! 
 
 2  Ye  heavenly  gates,  loofe  all  your  chains. 
 
 Let  the  eternal  pillars  bow, 
 Bleft  Saviour,  cleave  the  ftarry  plains, 
 And  make  the  cryftal  mountains  flow. 
 
 3  Kark  !  how  thy  faints  unite  their  cries, 
 
 And  pray  and  wait  the  general  doom  ? 
 Come,    Thou  !  the  foul  of  all  our  joys, 
 Thou,    the 'defire  of  nations,  come! 
 
 4.  Our  heart -firings  groan  with  deep  complaint, 
 Our  flefh  lies  panting,  Lord,    for  thee  ; 
 And  every  limb  and  every  joint 
 Stretches  for  immortality. 
 
 5  Soon  mall  our  cheerful  eyes  furvey 
 
 The  blazing  earth  and  melting  hills  ; 
 And  fmile  to  fee  the  lightning  play, 
 And  flafh  along  before  thy  wheels. 
 
 6  Kark  !  what  a  fhout  of  violent  joys 
 
 Joins  with  the  mighty  trumpet's  found  ! 
 The  angel  herald  makes  the  Ikies, 
 
 Awakes  the  graves,  and  tears  the  ground. 
 
 7  Ye 
 
(     4*1     ) 
 
 n  Ye  {lumbering  enly^hoft 
 
 Stands  waiting  at  ;  our  g  os  ; 
 
 Let  every  facred,  fleeging  a-  ft 
 Leap  into  life  ;  for  Jefus  co. 
 
 8  Jefus,  the  God  of  might  and  love, 
 
 New-moulds  our  limbs  of  cumberous  clay, 
 Quick  as  feraphic  flames  we  move, 
 To  reign  with  him  in  ei.diefs  day. 
 
 HYMN  CCCCL. 
 
 How  dreadful  is  this  place.     Gen.   xxviii.    16,  17-. 
 
 1  T    Ol  God  is  here,  let  us  adore,  • 
 
 \  j  And  own,  how  dreadful  is  this  place ! 
 Let  all  within  us  feel  his  power, 
 
 And  filent  bow  before  his'face  ! 
 Who  know  fyis  power,  his  grace  who  £rove, 
 
 Serve  him  with  awe,  with  reverence  love. 
 
 2  Lo,   God  is  here  !  him  day  and  night 
 
 United  choirs  of  angels  fing. : 
 To  him  enthron'd  above  all  height, 
 
 Heaven's  hoft  their  noblelt  praifes  bring  : 
 Difdain  not,  Lord,  our  meaner  fong, 
 Who  praife  thee  with  a  Hammering  tongue. 
 
 3  Gladly  the  toys  of  earth  we  leave, 
 
 Wealth,  pleafure,  fame,  for  thee  alone  : 
 To  thee  our  will,  foul,  fleih  we  give  ; 
 
 Oh !  take,  Oh :  feal  them  for  thy  own  : 
 Thou  art  the  God :  thou  art  the  Lord  : 
 Be  thou  by  all  thy  works  ador'd  ! 
 
 4  Being 
 
(       422       ) 
 
 4  Being  of  beings,  may  our  praife 
 
 Thy  courts  with  grateful  fragrance  fill  ; 
 
 Still  may  we  fland  before  thy  face, 
 Still  hear  and  do  thy  fovereign  will; 
 
 To  thee  may  all  our  thoughts  arife, 
 
 Ceafelefs,  accepted  facrifice  ! 
 
 HYMN         CCCCLI. 
 
 Tie  Hcufe  of  God.     Gen.  xxviii.   17. 
 
 1  TN  heavenly  majefty  and  grace, 
 
 J[   When  God  doth  to  his  church  appear, 
 We  cry,  how  dreadful  is  this  place ! 
 
 With  holy  joy,  and  humble  fear 
 That  dares  nGt  in  his  prefence  move, 
 Cur  fouls  adore  his  glorious  love. 
 
 2  Our  hearts  overflow  with  praife  and  prayer 
 
 Whene'er  he  doth  his  Son  reveal, 
 His  prefence  makes  a  Bethel  here, 
 
 His  glory  doth  the  temple  fill, 
 We  find  in  Chrift.  to  finners  given, 
 The  houfe  of  God,  the  gate  of  heaven  ! 
 
 HYMN      CCCCLII. 
 
 My  Son  give  me  thy  Heart.       Prov.  xxiii.  26. 
 
 j    TESUS,  thou  doll  not  fue  in  vain, 
 J    Or  afk  what  1  can  never  give  : 
 Thyfelf  haft  plac'd  the  power  in  man 
 
 His  proffer'd  Saviour  to  receive  ; 
 While  knocking  at  the  door,  Thou  art, 
 And  fayeft,  "  My  Sc/:  give  me  thy  heart  !" 
 
 2  Come 
 
(   \n   ) 
 
 2  Come  in,  thou  fuppikant  divine, 
 I  hear  thy  voice,  and  open  now  : 
 Take  my  poor  heart,  no  longer  mine, 
 
 Enter  with  all  thy  fulnefs,    thou  ; 
 Take  my  poor  heart,  ('tis  all  thy  own) 
 And  never  leave  thy  humble  throne. 
 
 HYMN  CCCCL  III. 
 
 Beboti,  the  Bridegroom  cometb.      Matt.  xxv.   6, 
 
 i  TTE  comes!  the  heavenly  bridegroom  comes, 
 X.  JL     Preceded  by  the  midnight  cry  ! 
 Sinners  and  faints  forfake  their  tombs> 
 Go  forth,  and  meet  him  in  the  iky. 
 
 2  How  dreadful  is  the  tinner's  fate, 
 
 Who  wakes  at  laft  to  ileep  no  more, 
 Who  knocks  and  calls,  alas  !  too  late, 
 When  death  for  ever  ihuts  the  door. 
 
 3  To  feal  the  univerfal  doom 
 
 The  Son  of  man  mall  bow  the  fky, 
 With  all  his  holy  angels  come, 
 With  ail  his  Father's  majefty  i 
 
 4  All  nations  in  that  day  mail  meet, 
 
 Arraigned  at  his  tremendous  bar, 
 Behold  him  on  his  glorious  feat : 
 And,  O  my  foul,  fhall  I  be  there  ! 
 
 5  Molt  gracious,  moft  tremendous  Lord, 
 
 The  fentence  which  proceeds  from  thee> 
 For  punifiiment,  as  for  reward, 
 Muft  ftand  through  all  eternity. 
 
 N  n  6  Ah  ! 
 
(     4H     ) 
 
 Ah !  give  me  hozv  thy  voice  to  hear, 
 Which  calls  in  mercy  fo  divine, 
 
 That,  when  thou  doit  as  judge  appear, 
 Thou  may'ft  acknowledge  me  for  thine, 
 
 HYMN        CCCCL1V. 
 
 di  the  Shadow  of  a  great  Reck,     Ifaiah  xxxii. 
 
 i   IT*  TERNAL  rock,  projea  thy  made, 
 trj  Extend  to  me  thy  friendly  aid, 
 While  at  thy  foot,  a  (inner  I, 
 Weary,  and  fpent,  and  dying  lie. 
 
 2  Covered  by  thee,  my  foul  would  reft 
 With  pardon  and  falvation  bleft, 
 'Till  through  thy  riven  fide  I  rife, 
 And  meet  my  Saviour  in  the  Ikies. 
 
 3  That  hiding-place  I  long  to  find, 
 That  facred  covert  from  the  wind  ; 
 Thou  man  of  grief,  thou  God  of  love, 
 Receive  and  keep  my  foul  above. 
 
 4  Conceal  me  from  the  furious  bJaft 
 Till  all  the  ftorms  of  life  are  paft, 
 Or  let  the  lateli  tempeft  come, 
 
 And  drive  me  to  my  heavenly  home, 
 
 hymn        ccccr.v. 
 
 i    TESUS,  guard  thy  gathered  iheep 
 J   Who  thy  voice  begin  to  know ; 
 
 Day 
 
(    4*5    ) 
 
 Day  and  night  in  fafety  keep, 
 
 Help  us  after  them  to  go  : 
 Eyeing  them  with  fix'd  regard, 
 
 By  thy  word  and  Spirit  led, 
 Walk  we  in  the  works  prepar'd, 
 
 Clofe  in  all  thy  footiteps  tread. 
 
 2  In  thy  pilgrimage  with  men, 
 
 (Objecls  of  thy  conftant  care) 
 Thou  didffc  all  their  grief  fuftain, 
 
 Labouring,  watching  unto  prayer  : 
 Thou  whole  nights  in  prayer  didft  fpencl> 
 
 On  the  mount  for  us  employ Jd, 
 Prompt  the  helplefs  to  defend, 
 
 Prevalent  with  man  and  God. 
 
 5  By  no  private  wants  compell'd, 
 
 Only  love  infpir'd  thy  breaft, 
 Love  thy  fteady  hands  upheld, 
 
 Love  infore'd  the  kind  requeft  : 
 And  mall  we  refufe  to  join, 
 
 We  who  all  the  good  receive, 
 Reap  the  fruit  of  toil  divine, 
 
 By  the  prayer  of  Jefus  live  ? 
 
 ^  Jefus,  hear  our  earneft  cry, 
 
 Execute  thy  love's  defign  ; 
 Bring  thy  great  falvation  nigh,. 
 
 Claim  a  ranfom'd  world  for  thine  : 
 Take  the  purchafe  of  thy  blood, 
 
 (Blood  that  fpeaks  our  fins  forgiven;) 
 Let  it  bring  us  near  to  God, 
 
 Let  it  pray  us  up  to  heaven  ! 
 
 N  n  z 
 
 HYMN 
 
C    4*6    ) 
 
 HYMN  CCCCLV-I. 
 
 John  i.    12. 
 
 1  >*npHEE,  Jefus,  full  of  truth  and  grace,. 
 
 X      My  God,  my  Saviour,  I  embrace, 
 
 To  all  thy  creatures  given, 
 My  Prophet,  Prieft,  and  King  receive, 
 And  in  thy  only  name  believe, 
 
 For  pardon,  grace  and  heaven. 
 
 2  Sole  felf-exifting  God,  I  own 
 The  merit  of  thy  death  alone 
 
 Hath  ranfom'd  all  mankind, 
 And  every  dying  Have  in  thee, 
 With  peace  and  perfect  liberty, 
 
 May  life  eternal  find. 
 
 3  Light  of  my  foul,  I  follow  thee, 
 In  humble  faith  on  earth  to  fee 
 
 Thy  perfect  day  of  love, 
 And  then,  v/ith  all  thy  faints  in  light, 
 ri  o  gain  the  beatific  fight 
 
 Which  makes  their  heaven  above. 
 
 H  Y  M  K     cccclvi  i« 
 
 The   Lord's   Day. 
 
 1   /  a  VHE  Lord  is  rifen  indeed, 
 X      And  bids  his  members  rife  ! 
 Ye  faints,  by  Jefus  freed, 
 Purfue  him  to  the  Ikies  : 
 
 Thi 
 
(     427     ) 
 
 This  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made ; 
 Rejoice,  and  be  for  ever  glad. 
 
 2  On  this  triumphant  day 
 
 Peculiarly  his  own, 
 He  calls  his  church  to  pray, 
 
 And  fing  around  his  throne  j 
 To  vie  with  the  redeem'd  above, 
 Rejoicing  in  his  pardoning  love, 
 
 3  Jefus,  to  us  impart 
 
 Thyrefurreclion's  power, 
 And  teach  our  quicken'd  heart 
 
 It's  living  Lord  to  adore, 
 To  vie  with  the  redeem'd  above. 
 Rejoicing  in  thy  pardoning  love.. 
 
 4  Us  by  thy  peace  allure 
 
 Thou  doft  our  fins  forgive, 
 And  then  our  fpirits  pure 
 
 Unto  thyfelf  receive, 
 To  keep  the  day  of  reft  above, 
 Rejoicing  in  thy  heavenly  love, 
 
 H  Y  M  N         CCCCLVI1I, 
 
 The  RefitrreSion. 
 
 AIL,  the  happy  morn  fo  glorious  ! 
 "ome,  ye  faints,  your  grief  give  o'e"; 
 Sing  how  Jefus  rofe  victorious, 
 
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 HYMN  CGCCLX. 
 
 '    The  Refurretlion. 
 
 i   '  ■  ^HE  fun  of  righteoiifnefs  appears 
 X      To  fet  in  blood  no  more  ! 
 Adore  the  fcatterer  of  your  fears, 
 Your  rifing  fun  adore. 
 
 2  The  faints,  when  he  refign'd.his  breath 
 
 Unclos'd  their  fleeping  eyes  ; 
 He  breaks  again  the  bands  of  death, 
 Again  the  dead  arife! 
 
 3  Alone  the  dreadful  race  he  ran,. 
 
 Alone  the  wine-prefs  trod  ; 
 He  died  and  fuffer'd  as  a  man  : 
 He  rife.s  as  a  God  ! 
 
 4  In  vain  the  ftone,  the  watch,  the  feal 
 
 Forbid  an  early  rife 
 To  him  who  breaks  the  gates  of  hell, 
 And  opens  paradife. 
 
 HYMN  CCCCLXi. 
 
 A  Prayer  for  Faith* 
 
 1   T?ATHER,  I  ft  retch  my  hands  to  thee> 
 JP     No  other  help  I  know  :    » 
 If  thou  withdraw  thyfelf  from  me  ! 
 Ah  !  whither  ihall  I  go  ! 
 
 2.  What  did  thy  only  Son  endure 
 Before  I  drew  my  breath  ! 
 
 What 
 
(    43i     ) 
 
 What  pain,  what  labour  to  fecure 
 My  foul  from  endlefs  death. 
 
 ;  O  Jefus,  could  I  this  believe, 
 1  now  mould  feel  thy  power;. 
 Now  my  poor  foul  thou  wouldir.  retrieve., 
 Nor  let  me  wait  one  hour. 
 
 4  Author  of  faith,  to  thee  I  lift 
 
 My  weary,  longing  eyes  ; 
 Oh  let  me  now  receive  that  gift : 
 My  foul  without  it  dies. 
 
 5  Surely  thou  canft  not  let  me  die  I 
 
 Oh  fpeak,  and  I  mail  live  ! 
 And  here  I  will  unwearied  lie 
 Till  thou  thy  Spirit  give. 
 
 6  The  worfi  offmners  would  rejoice, 
 
 Could  they  but  fee  thy  face; 
 Oh  let  me  hear  thy  quickening  voice, 
 Andtafte  thy  pardoning  grace. 
 
 H   Y  M   N  CCCCLXII. 
 
 On  tie  Crucifixion. 
 
 i   TH^ROM  whence  thefe  dire  portents  around, 
 X/    That  earth  and  heaven  amaze  ? 
 Wherefore  do  earthquakes  cleave  the  ground, 
 Why  hides  the  fun  his  rays  i 
 
 z  See,  ftreaming  from  the  accurfed  tree, 
 His  all-atoning  blood  ! 
 
 la 
 
(    432     ) 
 
 Is  this  the  infinite  !   'tis  he, 
 My  Saviour,   and  my  God  ! 
 
 3  For  me  thefe  pangs  his  foul  a  flail, 
 
 For  me  the  death  is  borne  : 
 My  ftn  gave  fharpnefs  to  the  nail, 
 And  pointed  every  thorn. 
 
 4  Let  fin  no  more  my  foul  enflave  !  . 
 
 Break,  Lord,  the  tyrant's  chain  ; 
 Oh  lave  me  whom  thou  cam'ft  to  fave, 
 Nor  bleed  nor  die  in  vain  \ 
 
 H  y  m  :*-       CCCCLXIII. 
 Chriflt  my  Redeemer. 
 
 1  A   RT  thou  not,  Lord,  already  mine  I 
 jtx.  Anfwer  if  mine  thou  art  ! 
 Whifper  within,  thou  love  divine, 
 
 And  cheer  my  drooping  heart. 
 
 2  Oh  tell  me  now  my  peace  is  made. 
 
 And  bid  the  Tinner  live  : 
 The  debt's  difcharg'd,  the  ranfom's  paid, 
 My  Father  will  forgive. 
 
 3  Behold,  for  me  the  victim  bleeds, 
 
 His  wounds  are  open'd  wide  ; 
 Forme  the  blood  of  fprinkling  pleads* 
 And  fpeaks  me  juftified. 
 
 4-  Oh  could  I  lofe  myfelf  in  thee  ! 
 Thy  depth  of  mercy  prove, 
 
 Thou 
 
(     433     ) 
 
 Thou  vaft  unfathomable  fea 
 Of  unexhaufted  love  ! 
 
 5  My  humbled  foul,  when  thou  art  near, 
 
 In  duft  and  allies  lies  ! 
 How  mail  a  fmful  worm  appear, 
 Or  meet  thy  purer  eyes  ? 
 
 6  I  loath  myfelf  when  God  I  fee, 
 
 And  into  nothing  fall  ^ 
 
 Content,  if  thou  exalted  be, 
 
 And  Chrift  be  all  in  all. 
 
 HYMN       CCCCLXIV. 
 
 The  AlonvncnU 
 
 I    T    ORD,  take  my  heart,  and  let  it  be 
 |  j  For  ever  clos'd  to  all  but  thee  ! 
 Seal  thou  my  breaft,  and  let  me  wear 
 That  pledge  of  love  for  ever  there. 
 
 z  How  bleft  are  they  who'  ftill  abide 
 Clofe  fhelter'd  in  thy  bleeding  fide  ! 
 Who  life  and  ftrength  from  thence  derive, 
 And  by  thee  move,  and  in  thee  live  ! 
 
 3  What  are  our  works  but  (in  and  death, 
 'Till  thou  thy  quickening  Spirit  breathe ! 
 Thou  giv'ft  the  power  thy  grace  to  move, 
 Oh  wonderous  grace!  Oh  boundlefs  love! 
 
 |  How  can  it  be,  thou  heavenly  King, 
 That  thou  fhouldft  us  to  glory  bring  ? 
 
 Make 
 
(     334    ) 
 
 Make  flares  the  partners  of  thy  throne? 
 Deck'd  with  a  never-fading  crown  ? 
 
 5  Hence  our  hearts  melt,  our  eyes  o'erflow, 
 Our  words  are  loft  :  nor  will  we  know, 
 Nor  will  we  think  of  ought  befide 
 "  My  Lord,  my  love  is  crucified." 
 
 HYMN  CCCCLXV. 
 
 He!  every  one  that  thirflelh,  &C      Ifaiah  lv.  I. 
 
 3   TJO!  every  one  that  thirfts,  draw  nigh, 
 JL  A    ('Tis  God  invites  the  fallen  race) 
 Mercy  and  free  falvation  buy, 
 
 Buy  v/ine,  and  milk,  and  gofpel  grace. 
 
 z   Come  to  the  living  waters,  come, 
 Sinners,  obey  your  Maker's  call, 
 Return,  ye  weary  wanderers,  home, 
 And  find  my  grace  reach'd  out  to  all. 
 
 • 
 
 3  See  from  the  rock  a  fountain  rife  ! 
 
 For  you  in  healing  ftreams  it  rolls : 
 Money  ye  need  not  bring,  nor  price, 
 Ye  labouring,  burthen'd,  fm-fick  fouls 
 
 4  Nothing  ye  in  exchange  (Trail  give  : 
 
 Leave  all  you  have,  and  are,  behind  : 
 Frankly  the  gift  of  God  receive, 
 Pardon  and  peace  in  Jefus  find. 
 
 j 
 
 In  fearch  of  empty  joys  below, 
 Ye' toil  with  unavailing  (trite  : 
 
 Whither 
 
(    435     ) 
 
 Whither,  ah  !  whither  would  you  go  I 
 I  have  the  words  of  endlefs  iife. 
 
 6  I  bid  you  all  my  goodnefs  prove, 
 My  promifes  for  all  are  free  : 
 Come,  tafte  the  manna  of  my  love, 
 And  let  your  foul  delight  in  me. 
 
 HYMN       CCCCLXVi. 
 
 Hope  for   Mercy* 
 
 i   f^\  Jefus,  of  thee  I  enquire, 
 \^J  If  ftill  thou  art  able  to  fave  I 
 The  brand  to  pluck  out  of  the  fire, 
 
 And  ranfom  my  foul  from  the  grave  ? 
 The  help  of  thy  Spirit  reftore, 
 
 And  mew  me  the  life-giving  blood  : 
 And  pardon  a  (inner  once  more  ; 
 
 And  bring  me  again  unto  God. 
 
 z  O  Jems,  in  pity  draw  near  ! 
 
 Come  quickly  to  help  aloft  foul ! 
 To  comfort  a  mourner  appear  ; 
 
 To  make  a  poor  Lazarus  whole 
 The  balm  of  thy  mercy  apply  : 
 
 (Thou  feeft  the  fore  anguifh  I  feel) 
 Save,  Lord,  or  I  perifh,  I  die  ! 
 
 Oh  fave,  or  I  fink  into  hell  1 
 
 3  I  fink,  if  thou  longer  delay 
 
 Thy  pardoning  mercy  to  (how  : 
 Come  quickly,  and  kindly  difplay 
 
 The  power  of  thy  pafiion  below  .' 
 By  all  thou  haft  done  for  my  fake, 
 One  drop  of  thy  blood  1  implore  ! 
 
 O  o  Now 
 
(    436    ) 
 
 Now,  now  let  it  touch  me,  and  make 
 The  fmner  a  finner  no  more  ! 
 
 HYMN  CCCCLXVII. 
 
 Fear  of  offending. 
 
 $  f~*  CD  of  all  grace  and  majefly, 
 VJF  Supremely  great  and  good, 
 If  I  have  mercy  found  with  thee, 
 
 Through  the  atoning  blood  ; 
 The  guard  of  all  thy  mercies  give, 
 
 And  to  my  pardon  join 
 A  fear,   left  I  mould  ever  grief e 
 
 The  gracious  Spirit  divine. 
 
 2  Rather,  I  would  in  darknefs  mourn 
 
 The  abfence  of  thy  peace, 
 Than  e'er  by  light  irreverence  turn 
 
 Thy  grace  to  wanton  nefs  : 
 Rather  I  would  in  painful  awe, 
 
 Beneath  thy  anger  move, 
 Than  fin  againft  the  gofpel  law 
 
 Of  liberty  and  love. 
 
 5  But  Oh  !  thou  wouldft  not  have  me  live 
 In  bondage,  grief,  or  pain  ; 
 Thou  doft  not  take  delight  to  grieve 
 
 The  heiplefs  fons  of  men  : 
 Thy  will  is  my  falvation,  Lord  ; 
 
 And  let  it  now  take  place, 
 And  let  me  tremble  at  the  word 
 Of  reconciling  grace. 
 
 I  Still 
 
(  top   ) 
 
 4  Still  may  I  walk  as  in  thy  fight? 
 
 My  flrift  obferver  fee  ; 
 And  thou,   by  reverent  love,  unite 
 
 My  childlike  heart  to  thee. 
 Still  let  me,  'till  my  days  are  pair/ 
 
 At  Jefu's  feet  abide  ; 
 So  fhall  he  lift  me  up  at  laft, 
 
 And  feat  me  by  his  fide. 
 
 H  Y  M   N  CCCCLXV1II. 
 
 Wrejllivg  yacob. 
 
 i  /^tOME,  O  thou  traveller  unknown,. 
 V>*  Whom  ftill  I  hold  but  cannot  fee  ; 
 My  company  before  is  gone, 
 
 And  I  am  left  alone  with  thee  : 
 With  thee  all  night  I  mean  to  ftay,. 
 Andwreltle  'till  the  break  of  day. 
 
 2  I  need  not  tell  thee  who  I  am, 
 
 My  mifery  or  fin  declare  ; 
 Thyfelf  haft  call'dme  by  my  name  ; 
 
 Look  on  thy  hands,  and  read  it  there  t 
 Sut  who,  I  afk  thee,  who  art  thou  : 
 Tell  me  thy  name,  and  tell  me  now. 
 
 3  'Tis  love  !   'tis  love  !  thou  diedft  for  me  1 
 
 I  hear  thy  whifper  in  my  heart  ; 
 The  morning  breaks,  the  fhadows  flee, 
 
 Pure,  univerfal  love  thou  art  : 
 To  me,  to  all,  thy  bowels  move, 
 Thy  nature,  and  thy  name  is  love. 
 
 O  o  2  4  My. 
 
(     438     ) 
 
 My  prayer  hath  power  with  God  ;  the  gfaee 
 
 Unfpeakable  1  now  receive  ; 
 Through  faith  I  fee  thee  face  to  face  ; 
 
 I  fee  thee  face  to  face  and  live  ! 
 In  vain  I  have  not  wept  and  ftrove  ; 
 Thy  nature,  and  thy  name  is  love. 
 
 I  know  thee,  Saviour,  who  thou  art, 
 Jefus,  the  feeble  finner's  friend  ; 
 
 Nor  wilt  thou  with  the  night  depart, 
 But  ft  ay,  and  love  me  to  the  end  : 
 
 Thy  mercies  never  fhall  remove, 
 
 Thy  nature,  and  thy  name  is  love. 
 
 Wilt  thou  not  yet  to  me  reveal 
 
 Thy  new  unutterable  name  ? 
 Tell  me,  1  ftill  befeech  thee,  tell  ; 
 
 To  know  it  now  refolv'd  1  am  : 
 Wreftling,  I  will  not  let  thee  go, 
 'Till  I  thy  name,  thy  nature  know. 
 
 HYMN  CCCCLXIX* 
 
 United  to   the   Church. 
 
 1  TESUS,  to  thee  our  hearts  we  lift : 
 
 J    May  all  our  hearts  with  love  o'erflow^ 
 With  thanks  for  thy  continued  gift, 
 
 That  ftill  thy  precious  name  we  know  ; 
 Retain  our  fenfe  of  iin  forgiven, 
 And  wait  for  aft  our.  inward  heaven. 
 
 2  What  mighty  troubles  haft  thou  fhown 
 
 Thy  feeble,  tempted  followers  here  ? 
 
 We 
 
(     439     ) 
 
 We  have  through  fire  and  wafer  gone : 
 But  faw  thee  on  the  floods  appear  ;. 
 But  felt  thee  prefeat  in  the  flame,, 
 And  fhouted  our  Deliverer's  name.  : 
 
 3  When  ftronger  fouls  their  faith  forfook, 
 
 And  luli'd  in  worldly,  hellifn  peace, 
 Leap'd  defperate  from  their  guardian  rock  j 
 
 And  headlong  pi u ng'd  in  fin's  abyfs  : 
 Thy  ftrength  was  in  our'weaknefs  fhown, 
 And  hull  it  guards  and  keeps  thy  own. 
 
 4  All  are  not  loft,  nor  wandered  back : 
 
 All  have  not  left  thy  church  and  thee  : 
 There  are  who  fuller  fcr  thy  fake, 
 
 Enjoy  thy  glorious  infamy; 
 Efteem  the  fcandal  of  the  crofs, 
 And  only  jfeek  divine  applaufe. 
 
 5  Thou  who  haft  kept  us  to  this  hoi:  -, 
 
 Oh  !  keep  us  faithful  tj  the  end  : 
 When  rob'd  with  majefry  and  powe   , 
 
 Our  jcfus  ihall  from  heaven  defcend, 
 His  friends  and  confeilbrs  to  own, 
 And  feat  us  on  a  glorious  throne. 
 
 H  Y  M  N         CCCCLXX. 
 
 Tnrt    in    God, 
 
 NOW  I  have  found  the  ground  wherein^ 
 Sure  my  foul's  anchor  may  remain; 
 The  wounds  of  Jefus  for  my  fin, 
 
 Before  the  world "s  foundation  flain  : 
 
 O  o  3  Whofe 
 
(     44°     ) 
 
 Whofe  mercy  mall  unfhaken  Hay, 
 When  heaven  and  earth  are  fled  away. 
 
 2  Father,  thy  everlafting  grace 
 
 Our  fcanty  thought  furpafTes  far  : 
 Thy  heart  ftill  melts  with  tendernefs  ; 
 
 Thy  arms  of  love  ftiil  open  are, 
 Returning  finners  to  receive, 
 That  mercy  they  may  tafte  and  live  ! 
 
 3  O  love,  thou  bottomlefs  abyfs ! 
 
 My  fins  are  fwallowed  up  in  thee; 
 Cover'd  is  my  unrighteoufnefs, 
 
 Nor  fpot  of  guilt  remains  on  me, 
 While  Jefu's  blood,  through  earth  and  Ikies, 
 Mercy,  free,  boundlefs  mercy  cries. 
 
 4  With  faith  I  plunge  me  in  this  fea, 
 
 Here  is  my  hope,  my  joy,  my  reft  ; 
 Hither,  when  hell  afTails,  I  flee, 
 
 I  look  into  my  Saviour's  bread  : 
 A. way  fad  doubt,  and  anxious  fear; 
 Mercy  is  ail  that's  written  here. 
 
 5  Though  waves  and  ftorms  go  o'er  my  head, 
 
 Though  ftrength  and  health,   and  friend: 
 be  gone, 
 Though  joys  be  withered  all  and  dead, 
 
 Though  every  comfort  b*  withdrawn, 
 On  this  my  ftedfaft  foul  relies, 
 Tather,  thy  mercy  never  dies. 
 
 6  Fixt  on  this  ground  will  I  remuin, 
 
 Though  my  heart  fail,  and  flefh  dec 
 
 This 
 
I     44-1.    ) 
 
 This  anchor  fnall  my  foul  fuftain, 
 
 Though  earth's  foundations  melt  away ; 
 Mercy's  full  power  I  then  fhaii  prove, 
 Lov'd  with  an  everlafting  love. 
 
 HYMN  CCCCLXXI. 
 
 Divine  Love. 
 
 i  .  JESUS,  thy  boundlefs  love  to  me 
 
 J  No  thought  can  reach,  no  tongue  declare; 
 Oh  knit  my  thankful  heart  to  thee, 
 And  reign  without  a  rival  there  ! 
 Thine,  wholly  thine,  alone  I  am  : 
 Be  thou  alone  my  conftant  flame  ! 
 
 2  Oh  grant  that  nothing  in  my  foul 
 
 May  dwell,  but  thy  pure  love  alone  1 
 Oh  may  thy  love  poffefs  me  whole, 
 
 My  joy,  my  treafure,  and  my  crown  ! 
 Strange  flames  far  from  my  heart  remove: 
 My  every  adl,  word,  thought,  be  love. 
 
 j  O  Love,  how  cheering  is  thy  ray  ? 
 
 All  pain  before  thy  prefence  flies ; 
 Care,  anguifh,  forrow,  melt  away, 
 
 Where'er  thy  healing  beams  arife  : 
 O   Jefus,  nothing  may  I  fee, 
 Nothing  defire  or  feek  but  thee. 
 
 4  Unwearied  may  I  this  purfne  ; 
 
 Dauntlefs  to  the  high-prize  afpire  : 
 Hourly  within  my  foul  renew 
 
 This  holy  flame,  this  heavenly  fire  : 
 
 And 
 
(     4&    )' 
 
 And  day  and  night  be  al!  my  care 
 To  guard  this  facred  treafure  there. 
 
 HYMN        CCCCLXX1I. 
 
 Divine  Love. 
 
 x.  T\/TY  S?viour,  thou  thy  love  to  me, 
 
 iVA   In  fliame,  in  want,  in  pain,  haft  fhow'd  ; 
 For  me  on  the  accurfed  tree 
 
 Thou  pouredft  forth  thy  guiltlefs  blood : 
 Thy  wounds  \ipon  my  heart  imprefs, 
 Nor  ought  fhali  the  lov'd  ftamp  efface.. 
 
 2  More  hard  than  marble  is  my  hearty 
 And  foul  with  fins  of  deepeft  ftain ; 
 But  thou  the  mighty  Saviour  art ; 
 
 Nor  flowd  thy  cleanfing  blood  in  vain  : 
 Ah  foften,  meit  this  rock,  nnd  may 
 Thy  biood  warn,  all  thefe  ftains  away  ! 
 
 3  Oh  I  that  I  as  a  little  child 
 
 May  follow  thee,  and  never  reft 
 Till  fweetly  thou  haft  breath'd  thy  mild 
 
 And  lowly  mind  into  my  breaft  ! 
 Nor  may  we  ever  parted  be, 
 Till  I  become  one  fpirit  with  thee. 
 
 4  Still  let  thy  love  point  out  my  way  : 
 
 Howwond'rous  things  thy  lore  hath  wrought; 
 Still  lead  me,  left  I  go  aft  ray  ; 
 
 Direct  my  word,  mfpire.my  thought : 
 And  fliould  i  fr.il,  foon  may  I  hear 
 Thy  voice,  and  know  that  love  is  near. 
 
 5  In 
 
(     44-5    ) 
 
 In  fuftering  be  thy  love  my  peace  ; 
 
 In  weaknefs  be  thy  love  my  power ; 
 And  when  the  ftorms  of  life  fhall  ceafe, 
 
 Jefus,  in  that  important  hour, 
 In  death  as  life,  be  thou  my  guide, 
 And  fave  me,  who  for  me  haft  died. 
 
 HYMN       CCCCLXXIII, 
 
 Divine  Love. 
 
 i  ^TT^HGU  hidden  love  of  God,  whofe  height, 
 X    Whofe  depth  unfathom'd,  no  man  knows ; 
 I  fee  from  far  thy  beauteous  light, 
 
 I  only  flgh  for  thy  repofe  : 
 My  heart  is  pain'd,  nor  can  it  be 
 At  reft,  till  it  finds  reft  in  thee. 
 
 2  Thy  fecret  voice  invites  me  ftill 
 
 The  fweetnefs  of  thy  yoke  to  prove  ; 
 And  fain  I  would  :  but  though  my  will 
 
 Seem  fixt,  yet  wide  my  paffions  rove  ; 
 Yet  hinderances  ftrew  all  the  way  ; 
 
 I  aim  at  thee,  yet  from  thee  ftray. 
 
 3  'Tis  mercy  all,  that  thou  haft  brought 
 
 My  mind  to  feek  her  peace  in  thee  ! 
 Yet  while  I  feek,  but  find  thee  not, 
 
 No  peace  my  wandering  foul  (hall  fee  : 
 Oh  !  when  mail  ail  my  wanderings  end, 
 And  all  my  fteps  to  thee -ward  tend? 
 
 4  Is  there  a  thing  beneath  the  fun, 
 
 That  itriyes  with  thee  ray  heart  to  fhare  ? 
 
 Ah! 
 
(     444    ) 
 
 Ah  !  tear  it  thence,  and  reign  alon-e 
 The  Lord  of  every  motion  there  ! 
 Then  mall  my  heart  from  earth  be  free, 
 When  it  hath  found  repofe  in  thee. 
 
 HYMN        CCCCLXX1V. 
 
 Divine  Low. 
 
 i   S~\  !  Hide  this  felf  from  me,  that  I 
 V^/  No  more,  but  Chrift  in  me,  may  live  I 
 My  vile  afYettions  crucify, 
 
 Nor  let  one  darling  luft  furvive  : 
 In  all  things  nothing  may  I  fee, 
 Nothing  defire,  or  feek,  but  thee. 
 
 2  O  Love,  thy  fovereign  aid  impart, 
 
 To  fave  me  from  low-thoughted  care! 
 Chafe  this  felf-wili  through  ail  my  heart, 
 
 Through  all  it's  latent  mazes  there  : 
 Make  me  thy  duteous  child,  that  I 
 Ceafelefs  may  Abba,  father,  cry. 
 
 3  Ah  no  !   ne'er  will  I  backward.turn  : 
 
 Thine  wholly,  thine  alone  I  am  i 
 Thrice  happy  he  who  views  with  fcorn 
 
 Earth's  toys,  for  the.e  his  conftant  name  ! 
 Oh  !  help  that  I  may  never  move, 
 From  the  bleft  footfteps  of  thy  love. 
 
 4.  Each  moment  draw  from  earth  away, 
 My  heart,    that  lowly  waits  thy  call ; 
 Speak  to  my  inmolt  foul,  and  fay, 
 j,  am  thy  lQve,  thy  God,  thy  all! 
 
 To> 
 
(    445     ) 
 
 To  feel  thy  power,  to  hear  thy  voia 
 To  tafte  thy  love,  be  all  my  choice. 
 
 HYMN        CCCCLXXV. 
 
 Divine  Love. 
 
 3    rTFUIOU  hidden  fcurce  of  calm  repofe, 
 X       Thou  all-fufficient  love  divine  j 
 My  help  and  refuge  icom  my  iocs, 
 Secure  I  am,  if  thou  art  mine : 
 And  lo  !  from  fin,  and  grief,  and  fhame, 
 I  hide  me,  Jefus,  in  thy  name. 
 
 2  Thy  mighty  name  falvation  is, 
 
 And  keeps  my  happy  foul  above  ; 
 Comfort  it  brings,  and  power  and  peace, 
 
 And  joy,  and  everlaftiag  love  : 
 To  me,  with  my  dear  name,  are  given 
 Pardon,  and  holinefs,  and  heaven, 
 
 3  Jefus,  my  all  in  all  thou  art, 
 
 My  reft  in  toil,  my  eafe  in  pain  5 
 The  medicine  of  my  broken  heart, 
 
 In  war  my  peace,  in  lofs  my  gain  ; 
 My  fmile  beneath  the  tyrants  frown, 
 In  lhame  my  glory  and  my  crown. 
 
 4  In  want  my  plentiful  fupply, 
 
 In  we?knefs  my  almighty  power  : 
 In  bonds  my  perreft  fiberty, 
 
 My  light  in  fatan's  cfark^ft  hour; 
 In  grief  my  joy  unfpeak  able, 
 My  life  in  death,  my  heaven  in  hell. 
 
 iilVMK 
 
(     446     ) 
 
 II  Y  M  N        CCC-CLXXVI. 
 
 Divine  Love. 
 
 J    r  I  ^HEE  will  I  love,  my  ftrength,  my  tower, 
 I     Thee  will  I  love,  my  joy,  my  crown  ! 
 Thee  will  I  love  with  all  my  power, 
 In  all  my  works,  and  thee  alone  ; 
 Thee  will  I  love,  till  the  pure  fire 
 Fill  my  whole  foul  with  chafte  defire. 
 
 2  Ah  !  why  did  I  To  late  thee  know, 
 
 Thee  lovelier  than  the  fons  of  men  ? 
 Ah  !  why  did  I  no  fooner  go 
 
 To  thee,  the  only  eafe  in  pain  ? 
 Afham'«d  I  figh,  and  inly  mourn, 
 That  I  fo  late  to  thee  did  turn. 
 
 3  In  darknefs  willingly  I  ftray'd  ; 
 
 I  fought  thee,  yet  from  thee  I  rov'd ; 
 Far  wide  my  wandering  thoughts  were  fpread. 
 
 Thy  creatures  more  than  thee  I  lov'd  ; 
 And  now  if  more  at  length  I  fee, 
 'Tis  through  thy  light,  and  comes  from  thee. 
 
 4  I  thank  thee,  uncreated  Sun, 
 
 That  thy  bright  beams  on  me  have  fhin'd  ! 
 I  thank  thee,  who  haft  overthrown 
 
 My  foes,  and  heal'd  my  wounded  mind  ; 
 I  thank  thee,  whofe  enlivening  voice 
 Bids  my  freed  heart  in  thee  rejoice. 
 
 5  Upold  me  in  the  doubtful  race, 
 
 Nor  fufferme  again  to  ft  ray  : 
 
 Strengthen 
 
(     447     ) 
 
 -jgthen  my  feet  with  Heady  pace 
 Still  to  prefs  forward  in  thy  way  : 
 My  foul  and  flefh,  O  Lord  of  might, 
 Fill,  fatiate  with  thy  heavenly  light. 
 
 6  Give  to  my  eyes  refreihing  tears, 
 
 fc  Give  to  mv  heart  chafte  hallowed  fires, 
 Give  to  my  foul,  with  filial  fears, 
 
 The  love  that  all  heaven's  hofl  infpires ; 
 That  all  my  powers  with  all  their  might, 
 In  thy  fole  glory  may  unite. 
 
 7  Thee  will  I  love,  my  joy,  my  crown, 
 
 Thee  will  I  love,  my  Lord,  my  God, 
 Thee  will  I  love  beneath  thy  frown, 
 
 Or  fmile,  thy  fceptre,  or  thy  rod ; 
 What  though  my  flefh  and  heart  decay  ? 
 'Vhec  fhall  I  love  in  endlefs  day  L 
 
 H  Y  M  N         CCCCLXXVII 
 
 Praife, 
 
 IvI 
 
 Y  God  I  am  thine,  what  a  comfort  divine , 
 What  a  bleffing  to  know  that  my  Jefus  is 
 
 In  the  heavenly  Lamb  thrice  happy  I  am, 
 
 And  my  heart  doth  rejoice  at  the  found  of  his  name. 
 
 2  True  pledures  abound  in  the  rapturous  found  : 
 And  whoever  hath  found  it,  hath  paradife  found. 
 My  Jefus  to  know,  and  feel  his  blood  flow, 
 Is  life  everlafting,  'tis  heaven  below  ! 
 
 Pp  3  Yet 
 
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 3  Yet  onward  I  hafte  to  the  heavenly  feaft  : 
 That,  that  is  the  fulnefs ;  but  this  is  the  tafte. 
 And  this  I  mall  prove,  till  with  joy  I  remove, 
 To  the  heaven  of  heavens  in  Jefus's  love. 
 
 HYMN         CCCCLXXV-1II. 
 
 Fraife. 
 
 ALL  thanks  to  the  Lamb,  who  gives  us  to 
 meet : 
 His  love  we  proclaim,  his  praifes  repeat : 
 We  own  him  our  Jefus,  continually  near, 
 To  pardon,  and  blefs  us,  and  perfecl:  us  here. 
 
 In  him  v/e  have  peace,  in  him  we  have  power, 
 Preferv'd  by  his  grace  throughout  the  glad  hour  : 
 In  every  temptation,  he  keeps  us  to  prove 
 His  utmoft  falvation,  his  fulnefs  of  love. 
 
 3  When  we  would  ha^efpurn'd  his  mercy  and  grace, 
 To  Egypt  return'd,  and  fled  from  his  face, 
 He  hinder'd  our  flying  (his  goodnefs  to  mow) 
 .And  ftopt  us,  by  crying,  "  Will  ye  alfo  go  £" 
 
 Ar  Oh  !  what  fhall  I  do  my  Saviour  to  love  ? 
 To  make  us  anew,  come,  Lord,  from  above ! 
 The  fruit  of  thy  paffion,  thy  holinefs  give  ! 
 Give  us  the  falvation  of  all  that  believe. 
 
 5  Come,  Jefus,  and  loofe  the  ftammerer's  tongue, 
 And  teach  even  us  the  fpiritual  fong  : 
 Let  us  without  ceafing  give  thanks  for  thy  grace, 
 And  glory,  and  blefling,  and  honour,  and  praife. 
 
 6  Pronounce 
 
(     44-9     ) 
 
 Pronounce  the  glad  word,  and  bid  us  be  free  : 
 Ah,  hall  thou  not,  Lord,  a  bleiiing  for  me? 
 The  peace  thou  haft  given,  this  moment  imparl 
 And  open  thy  heaven  of  love,  in  my  heart  I 
 
 HYMS       CCCCLXX1X'. 
 
 Praife. 
 
 i  7&  /TY  Father,  my  God,  I  long  for  thylova, 
 J.VJL  Oh!  filed  it  abroad,  fend  Chriil  from  above; 
 My  heart  ever  fainting,  he  only  can  cheer  ; 
 And  all  things  are  wanting  till  Jefus  is  here. 
 
 2  Oh!  when  mallmy  tongue  be  fill'd  with  thy  praife, 
 While  ail  the  day  long,  I  publilh.  thy  grace  ; 
 Thy  honour   and  glory  .to  iinners  forth  (hew, 
 Till  fmners  adore  thee,  and  own  thou  art  true. 
 
 5  -Thy  ftrength  and  thy  power  I  now  can  proclaim, 
 Preferv'd  every  hour  through  Jefus's  name; 
 For  thou  art  (till  by  me,  and  holdeft  my  hand, 
 No  ill  can  come  nigh  me,  by  faith  while  I  ftand. 
 
 4  Thou  holdeft  my  foul  in  fpiritual  life, 
 
 My  foes  doff  control,  and  quiet  their  ftrife  ; 
 Thou  ruleft  my  paffion,  my  pride,  and  felf- will,. 
 To  fee  thy  ialvation  thoubidfc  me— Hand  ftill ! 
 
 5  I  itand  and  admire  thy  out-ftretched  arm, 
 
 I  walk  through  the  fire,  and  fufFer  no  harm; 
 
 Aifaulted  by  evil,  I  fcorn  to  fabmit, 
 
 The  world  and  the  devil  fall  under  rav  feet. 
 
 .  P  p  2  .  6  1 
 
(    45°    ) 
 
 6  I  pFaife  thee,  O  Lord,  I  trample  on  fin, 
 Forwith  me  art  thou,  and  fnalt  be  within  ; 
 While  ftronger  and  ftronger  in  Jefus  his  power 
 1  go  on  to  conquer,  till  fin  is  no  more. 
 
 HYMN         CCCCLXXX. 
 
 Thankf giving. 
 
 l   /^\H  what  fhall  I  do  my  Saviour  to  praiie, 
 K^J  So  faithful  and  true,  fo  plenteous  in  grace ! 
 So  ftrong  to  deiiver,  fo  good  to  redeem 
 The  weakeft  believer  that  hangs  upon  him  ! 
 
 2.  How  happy  the  man,  whofe  heart  is  &t  free, 
 The  people  that  can  be  joyful  in  thee  ! 
 Their  joy  is  to  walk  in  the  light  of  thy  face, 
 And  ftill  they  are  talking  cf  Jefus's  grace. 
 
 3  Their  daily  delight  (hall  be  in  thy  name, 
 They  fhaTI  as  their  right  thy  righteoufnefs  claim  ; 
 Thy  righteoufnefs  wearing,  arid  cleans'd  by  thy 
 
 blood* 
 Bold  fhall  they  appear  in  the  prefence  of  God. 
 
 4  For  thou  art  their  boaft,  their  glory  and  power; 
 And  I  alfo  truft  to  fee  the  glad  hour, 
 
 My  foul'f  new  creation,  a  life  from  the  dead, 
 The  (jay  of  falvation,  that  lifts  up  my  head. 
 
 5  For  Jefus  my  Lord  is  now  my  defence  ; 
 
 I  truft  in  his  word,  none  plucks  me  from  thence  ; 
 Since  I  have  found  favour,  he  all  things  will  do, 
 Mv  King  and  my  Saviour  fhall  make  me  anew. 
 
 6  ''• 
 
(    +5'     ) 
 
 6  Yes,  Lord,  I  fnall  fee  the  blifs  of  thy  own, 
 Thy  fecret  to  me  ihall  foon  be  made  known - 
 For  forrow  and  fadnefs  1  joy  ihall  receive, 
 And  fhare  in  the  gladnefs  of  all  that  believe 
 
 H  Y   M  N         CCCCLXXXI. 
 
 General  Thank/giving. 
 
 i    f^\  Heavenly  King,  look  down  from  above, 
 \J   Afiifl  as  to  fmg  thy  mercy  and  love  : 
 So  fweetly  o'errlowing,  fo  plenteous  the  flore.> 
 Thouftili  art  bellowing,  and  giving  us  more. 
 
 z  O  God  of  our  life,  we  hallow  thy  name, 
 Our  bufinefs  and  ilrife  is  thee  to  proclaim ; 
 Accept  our  thanfgiving  for  creating  grace  ; 
 The  living,  the  living  ihall  mew  forth  thy  praife, 
 
 3  Our  Father  and  Lord,  almighty  art  thou  : 
 Prefer<vydhy  thy  word,  we  worfnip  thee  now, 
 7 he  bountiful  donor  cf  all  we  enjoy! 
 
 Our  tongues  to  thy  honour,  and  lives  we  employ. 
 
 4  But  oh !  above  all,  thy  kindnefs  we  praife, 
 From  fin  and  from  thrall  which  fives  the  loft  race: 
 Thy  Son  thou  hall  given,  a  world  to  redee?ny 
 And  bring  us  to  heaven,  whofe  trull  is  in  him. 
 
 ^  Wherefore  of  thy  love  we  fmg  and  rejoice, 
 With  angels  above  we  lift  up  our  voice; 
 Thy  love  each  believer  ihall  gladly  adore, 
 For  ever  and  ever,  when  time  is  no  mere. 
 
 Pp3.  H.Y'in 
 
(     45*     ) 
 
 HYMN        CCCCLXXXI:', 
 
 Veni  Creator. 
 
 C CREATOR,  Spirit,  by  whofe  aid 
 j  The  world's  foundations  firft  were  laid » 
 Come,  vifit  every  waiting  mind, 
 Come,  pour  thy  joys  on  human  kind  ; 
 From  fin  and  forrow  fet  us  free, 
 And  make  thy  temples  worthy  thee. 
 
 O  fource  of  uncreated  heat, 
 The  Father's  promis'd  Paraclete  ! 
 Thrice  holy  fount,  immortal  fire, 
 Our  hearts  with  heavenly  love  infpire ; 
 Come,  and  thy  facred  un&ion  bring 
 To  fanctify  us  while  we  ling. 
 
 Create  all  new,  our  wills  control ; 
 Su'bdus  the  rebel  in  our  foul ; 
 Chafe  from  our  minds  the  infernal  foe, 
 And  peace  the  fruit  of  faith  beftow : 
 And  left  again  we  go  aftray, 
 Protect  and  guide  us  in  thy  way. 
 
 Immortal  honours,  endlefs  fame 
 Attend  the  rlmighty  Father's  name  : 
 The  Saviour,  Son  be  glorified, 
 Who  for  loft  man's  redemption  died, 
 And  equal  adoration  be, 
 Eternal  Comforter,  to  thee  ! 
 
 HYMN 
 
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 HYMN        CCCCLXXXII2, 
 
 De.fcent    of  the    Spirit. 
 
 i   "Ty  EJOICE,  rejoice,  ye  fallen  race, 
 Jt\^     The  day  of  pentecoft  is  come  ! 
 Expecl  the  fure  defcending  grace, 
 Open  your  hearts  to  make  him  room-, 
 
 2  Our  Jefus  is  gone  up  on  high, 
 
 For  us  the  blefting  to  receive  ; 
 It  now  comes  ftreaming  from  the  fky, 
 The  Spirit  comes,  and  finners  live. 
 
 3  Afiembled  here,  with  one  accord, 
 
 Calmiy  we  wait  the  promised  grace, 
 The  purchafe  of  our  dying  Lord  ; 
 
 Come!  Holy  Ghoft,  and  fill  this  place, 
 
 4  Behold,  to  thee  our  fouls  afpire, 
 
 And  long  the  bleft  defcent  to  feel ; 
 Kindle  in  each  thy  living  fire, 
 
 And  ft  amp  on  every  heart  thy  feal. 
 
 5  Wifdom  and  ftrength  to  thee  belong, 
 
 Sweetly  within  our  boibms  move, 
 Now  let  us  fpeak  with  other  tongue 
 The  new  ftrange  language  of  thy  love: 
 
 HYMN         CCCCLXXXIV. 
 
 Pfalm  cxlviii.   12,   13. 
 
 Y 
 
 OUNG  men  and  maidens,  raife 
 Your  tuneful  voices  high ; 
 
 Cld 
 
(     454    ) 
 
 Old  men  and  children,  praife 
 The  Lord  of  ea'rth  and  fky ; 
 Him  three  in  one,  and  one  in  three, 
 Extol  to  all  eternity. 
 
 The  univerfal  King 
 
 Let  all  the  world  proclaim  ! 
 Let  every  creature  fing 
 His  attributes  and  name  ! 
 Him  three  in  one,  and  one  in  three, 
 Extol  to  all  eternity. 
 
 In  his  great  name  alone 
 
 All  excellencies  meet; 
 Who  fits  upon  the  throne 
 And  (hall  for  ever  fit : 
 Him  three  in  one,  and  one  in  three, 
 Extol  to  all  eternity. 
 
 Glory  to  God  belongs, 
 
 Glory  to  God  be  given, 
 Above  the  noblefl  fongs 
 Of  all  in  earth  or  heaven  : 
 Him  three  in  one,  and  one  in  three, 
 Extol  to  all  eternity. 
 
 HYMN  CCCCLXXXV. 
 
 The  Praife  of  Wifdom.      Prov.  viii. 
 
 i    TJAPPY  the  man  that  finds  the  grace, 
 j7X  The  blefiings  of  God's  chofen  race, 
 
 The 
 
(     45S   !l 
 
 The  wifdom  coming  from  above, 
 The  faith  that  iweetly  works  by  love. 
 
 2  Happy  beyond  defcriprion  he 
 
 Who  knows  the  Saviour  died  for  me. 
 The  gift  unfpeakable  obtains, 
 And  heavenly  understanding  gains. 
 
 3  Wifdom  divine  !  who  tells  the  price 
 Of  wifdom' s  coflly  merchandife  ! 
 Wifdom  to  filver  we  prefer, 
 
 And  gold  is  drofs  compar'd  to  her. 
 
 4  Her  hands  are  fill'd  v/ith  length  of  days, 
 True  riches  and  immortal  praife  ; 
 Riches  of  Chrift  on  all  beftow'd, 
 
 And  honour,  that  defcends  from  God, 
 
 5  To  pureft  joys  me  all  invites, 
 Chafte,  holy,  fpiritual  delights; 
 Her  ways  are  ways  of  pleafantnefs, 
 And  all  her  flowery  paths  are  peace. 
 
 6  Happy  the  mnn  who  wifdom  gains  ; 
 Thrice  happy  who  his  gueft  retains : 
 He  owns,  and  mall  for  ever  own, 
 Wifdom,  and  C.hrift,  and,heaven  are  one 
 
 H  Y  M  N        CCCCLXXXVI. 
 
 Our  fello^ivjhip  is,  &c.  I  John  i.  3, 
 
 ■J 
 
 3SUS,  attend,  thy  felf  reveal ! 
 Are  we  not  met  in  thy  great  name 
 
 The? 
 
(    4$6     ) 
 
 Thee  in  the  mid  ft  we  wait  to  feel, 
 We  wait  to  catch  the  fpreaciing  flame. 
 
 2  Thou  God,  that  anfwered  by  fire, 
 
 The  Spirit  of  burning  now  impart, 
 And  let  the  flames  of  pure  defire 
 Pvife  from  the  altar  of  each  heart. 
 
 3  Truly  our  fellowfhip  below 
 
 With  thee  and  with  the  Father  is  : 
 In  thee  eternal  life  we  know, 
 And  heaven's  unalterable  blifs. 
 
 4  In  part  we  only  know  thee  here, 
 
 But  wait  thy  coming  from  above—* 
 And  I  (hall  then  behold  thee  near, 
 And  I  ihall  all  be  loft  in  love. 
 
 HYMN        CCCCLXXXVII. 
 
 Keep  the  word*  of  this  Covenant.     Deut    xxix.  9. 
 
 1  /^lOME,  let  u.s  ufe  the  grace  divine, 
 \^_j   And  all,  with  one  accord, 
 
 In  a  perpetual  covenant  join 
 Ourfelves  to  Chrif:  the  Lord. 
 
 2  Give  up  ourfelves  through  Jefu's  power, 
 
 His  name  to  glorifv, 
 And  promife  in  this  facred  hour 
 For  God  to  live  and  die. 
 
 3  The  covenant,  we  this  moment  make, 
 
 Be  ever  kept  in  mind  : 
 
 May 
 
(     457     ) 
 
 May  we  no  more  our  God  foriake, 
 Or  caft  his  words  behind. 
 
 4  We  never  will  throw  off  his  fear, 
 
 Who  hears  our  Jblemn  vow  ; 
 And  if  thou  art  well  pleas'd  to  hear, 
 Come  down,  and  meet  us  now! 
 
 5  The  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghoft, 
 
 Let  all  our  hearts  receive  ! 
 
 Prefent  with  the  celeftial  hoft, 
 
 The  peaceful  anfwer  give  I 
 
 6  To  each  the  covenant-blood  apply, 
 
 Which  takes  our  fins  away  ; 
 And  regifter  our  names  on  high, 
 And  keep  us  to  that  day  ! 
 
 HYMN        CCCCLXXXVIII. 
 
 Take  noiv  thy  Son,  Sec.      Gen.   xxii.   2. 
 
 1  A    BRAHAM  when  feverely  tried, 
 X\.  His  faith  by  his  obedience  fhew'd 
 He  with  the  harm  command  complied, 
 
 And  gave  his  Ifaac  back  to  God. 
 
 2  His  fon  the  father  offer'd  up, 
 
 Son  of  his  age,  his  only  fon  : 
 Object  of  all  his  joy  and  hope, 
 And  lefs  belov'd  than  God  alone, 
 
 3  Oh  for  a  faith  like  his,  that  we 
 
 The  bright  example  may  purfue ! 
 
 May 
 
(    45*     ) 
 
 May  gladly  give  up  all  to  thee, 
 To  whom  our  more  than  all  is  due* 
 
 4  Now,  Lord,  to  thee  our  all  we  leave, 
 
 Our  willing  foul  thy  call  obeys  : 
 Pleafure,  and  wealth,  and  fame  we  give, 
 Freedom,  and  life,  to  win  thy  grace. 
 
 5  Is  there  a  thing  than  life  more  dear  ? 
 
 A  thing  from  which  we  cannot  part  ? 
 We  can :  we  now  rejoice  to  tear 
 The  idol  from  our  bleeding  heart. 
 
 6  Jems,  nccept  our  facri£ce  : 
 
 All  things  for  thee  account  but  lofs  ? 
 Lo  !   at  thy  word  our  Jfaac  dies : 
 Dies  at  the  altar  of  thy  crofs. 
 
 7  Now  to  thyfelf  the  victim  take  ! 
 
 Nature's  laft  agony  is  o'er  : 
 Freely  thy  own  we  render  back  : 
 We  grieve  to  part  with  all  no  more. 
 
 8  For  what  to  thee,  O  Lord,  we  give, 
 
 A  hundred  fold  we  here  obtain  : 
 And  Toon  with  thee  mail  all  receive, 
 And  lofs  fhall  be  eternal  gain. 
 
 HYMN        CCCCLXXXIX. 
 
 For    a  Family. 
 
 P 
 
 E ACE  be  to  this  habitation  ! 
 Peace  to  every  foul  herein  •! 
 
 Peace 
 
(    459    ) 
 
 Peace  the  feretafte  of  falvation, 
 
 Peace  the  feal  of  canceled  fin. 
 Peace  that  fpeaks  it's  heavenly  giver, 
 
 Peace  to  earthly  minds  unknown, 
 Peace  divine  that  lafts  for  ever, 
 
 Here  erect  it's  glorious  throne. 
 
 On  the  fon  of  peace  defcending, 
 
 On  the  daughter  of  thy  grace, 
 Big  with  comforts  never  ending, 
 
 Let  the  promife  now  take  place ; 
 Each  receive  the  gracious  fnower, 
 
 Each  the  gofpel-bleffing  prove, 
 Witnefs  of  thy  pardoning  power, 
 
 Witnefs  of  thy  perfect  love. 
 
 Now,  thy  love  infufmg  Spirit 
 
 Shed  in  every  heart  abroad, 
 Make,  through  thy  fufficient  merit, 
 
 Every  child,  a  child  of  God ! 
 Each  receive  the  conitant  witnefs, 
 
 Each  obtain  the  joyous  reft, 
 Tafte  in  thee  celeftial  fvveetnefs, 
 
 God  refiding  in  their  breafl. 
 
 Claim  for  thine  each  faithful  fervant, 
 
 By  the  reconciling  word, 
 Pure  in  heart,  in  fpirit  fervent, 
 
 Let  them  ferve  their  heavenly  Lord ; 
 For  thy  pardoning  love  adore  thee, 
 
 Walk  in  fpotlefs  liberty, 
 Brethren  to  the  King  of  glory, 
 
 Friends  of  God,  and  heirs  with  thee. 
 
 Qjl  5  Vifit, 
 
(     4&>     ) 
 
 5  Vifit,  Lord,  with  thy  falvation, 
 
 Every  providential  gueft, 
 Every  friend  and  kind  relation, 
 
 Take  into  thy  people's  reft  : 
 Confcious  of  thy  facred  prefence, 
 
 Let  them  feel  the  loving  fear ; 
 Cry  with  blifsful  acquiefcence, 
 
 God,  the  pardoning  God  is  here. 
 
 6  Prince  of  peace,  if  thou  art  near  us, 
 
 Fix  in  all  our  hearts  thy  home, 
 By  thy  laft  appearing  cheer  us, 
 
 Quickly  let  thy  kingdom  come* 
 Anfwer  all  our  expectation, 
 
 Give  our  raptur'd  fouls  to  prove, 
 Glorious,  uttermoft  falvation, 
 
 Heavenly,  everlafting  love ! 
 
 HYMN       CCCCXC. 
 Safety  in  Chriji. 
 
 1  TTAPPY  fouls,  who  Chrift  obey, 
 _L  X  They  are  fafe,  and  only  they  ; 
 Hidden  is  their  life  above, 
 
 All  wrapt  up  in  Jefu's  love. 
 
 2  When  his  judgments  are  abroad, 
 By  his  timely  warnings  aw'd, 
 They  to  him  their  fpixits  give, 
 Clofer  to  their  Saviour  cleave. 
 
 l  Calm  on  tumult's  wheel  they  fit, 
 Trample  death  beneath  their  feet, 
 Own  their  all  o'er-ruling  Lord, 
 Smile  at  the  deftroyer's  fword. 
 
 4  Thank? 
 
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 4  Thanks  to  the  atoning  Lamb, 
 We  are  fhelter'd  in  his  name  ; 
 We  our  Lord  begin  to  know, 
 Ranfom'd  from  the  world  below. 
 
 5  While  we  walk  with  him  in  light, 
 Neither  men  nor  friends  affright ; 
 Us,  whom  Jefu's  blood  doth  arm, 
 Kill  they  may,  but  cannot  harm. 
 
 6  Oh  that  all  our  friends  might  feel 
 How  fecure  in  Chrift  we  dwell ! 
 Oh  that  all  our  foes  might  pupve 
 God,  a  pardoning  God  of  love  ! 
 
 H  Y  M  N        CCCCXCI. 
 
 ChriJVs  CommiJJjon. 
 
 i  T\  AISE  your  triumphant  fongs 
 XV.  To  an  immortal  tune, 
 Let  the  wide  earth  refound  the  deeds 
 Celeftial  grace  has  done.     ) 
 
 2  Sing  how  eternal  love 
 It's  chief  Beloved  chofe, 
 
 And  bade  him  Faife  our  wretched  race 
 From  their  abyfs  of  woes. 
 
 3  His  hand  no  thunder  bears, 
 Nor  terror  clothes  his  brow  ; 
 
 No  bolts  to  drive  our  guilty  fouls 
 To  fiercer  flames  below. 
 
 Qjl  2  4  'Twas 
 
(     4°2     ) 
 
 4  'Twas  mercy  fill'd  the  throne, 
 And  wrath  ftocd  filent  by, 
 
 When  Chrift  was  fent  with  pardons  down 
 To  rebels  doom'd  to  die. 
 
 5  Now,  Tinners,  dry  your  tears, 
 Let  hopelefs  forrows  ceafe  ; 
 
 Bow  to  the  fceptre  of  his  love, 
 And  take  the  offer'd  peace. 
 
 6  Lord,  we  obey  thy  call, 
 We  lay  an  humble  claim 
 
 To  the  falvation  thou  haft  brought, 
 And  love  and  praife  thy  name. 
 
 H  Y   M   N  CCCCXC1I. 
 
 Going  to  a  new  Habitation. 
 
 i       ^TT^HE  Son  of  man  fupplies 
 JL       My  every  outward  need, 
 Who  had  not,  when  he  left  the  fkies, 
 A  place  to  lay  his  head  : 
 He  will  provide  my  place, 
 And  in  due  feafon  mow 
 Where  I  mall  \v\u  my  few  fad  days 
 Of  pilgrimage  below. 
 
 i       No  matter  where  or  how 
 I  in  this  defart  live, 
 If,  when  my  dying  head  I  bow, 
 Jefus  my  foul  receive  : 
 Bleft  with  thy  precious  love, 
 Saviour,  'tis  all  my  care 
 To  rsach  the  purchas'd  houfe  above, 
 And  find  a  manfion  there. 
 
 3  An 
 
(  463  ) 
 
 3       An  houfe  with  hands  not  made 
 .     Haft  thou  not  bought  for  me  ? 
 The  full  ftupendous  price  was  paid 
 
 In  blood  on  yonder  tree  ! 
 
 But  e'er  thou  call  me  hence, 
 
 Lord,  with  thyfelf,  impart 
 The  pledge  of  my  inheritance* 
 
 And  fill  my  loving  heart. 
 
 4.       An  heir  of  endlefs  blifs 
 
 Now  in  a  tent  I  dwell, 
 Till  thou  my  fpotlefs  foul  difmifs 
 
 To  joys  unfpeakable. 
 
 Till  thou  in  that  glad  day 
 
 Make  all  thy  glories  known, 
 And  to  the  heavenly  houfe  convey,. 
 
 And  bid  me  fhare  thy  throne. 
 
 HYMN  CCCCXCIII. 
 
 David  returned  to  blefs  bis  Houfe.    Chron.  xvi.  4.  3. 
 
 2       /  1  MiE  power  to  blefs  my  houfe 
 X      Belongs  to  God  alone  : 
 Yet  rendering  him  my  conllant  vows, 
 I  bring  his  bleiTing  down  : 
 When  two  or  three  are  met 
 In  Jefu's  name  to  pray, 
 He  doth  our  cancel'd  fins  forget, 
 And  turns  his  wrath  away. 
 
 2       Shall  I  not  then  engage 
 
 My  ho  afe  to  ferte  the  I  ord, 
 To  fearch  the  foulrC©nverting  page, 
 And  feed  upon  his  word  ; 
 
 Oa  3  t* 
 
(     4%     ) 
 
 To  afk  with  faith  and  hope 
 The  grace  his  Spirit  fupplies, 
 In  prayer  and  praife  to  offer  np 
 Our  daily  facrifice  ? 
 
 3  Merciful  God,  on  me 
 The  refolute  mind  bellow. 
 
 On  all  my  favour'd  family, 
 
 In  David's  ftep$  to  go  : 
 
 Let  each  his  fin  efchew 
 
 Thro'  thy  retraining  grace, 
 Our  father  Abraham's  iteps  purfue, 
 
 And  walk  in  all  thy  ways. 
 
 4  Saviour  of  men,  incline 
 
 The  hearts  which  thou  haft  made, 
 "Which  thou  haft  bought  with  blood  divine-. 
 
 To  afk  thy  promised  aid : 
 
 Me,  and  my  houfe  receive, 
 
 Thy  family  to  increafe, 
 And  let  us  in  thy  favour  live, 
 
 And  let  us  die  in  peace. 
 
 HYMN        CCCCXCIl. 
 
 Fa?nily  Worfnip. 
 
 i   TJ  AVE  not  we  redemption  found 
 JLJL      And  righteoufnefs  through  grace  ? 
 Let  our  houfes  then  refound 
 
 With  our  Redeemer's  praife  ; 
 Let  our  fouls  to  him  afpire, 
 Who  died  that  we  might  live  forgiven, 
 Emulate  the  angelic  choir, 
 And  tafte  the  joys  of  heaven. 
 
 2  Jefus* 
 
.(     4<SS     ) 
 
 z.  Jefu's  praifes  we  proclaim, 
 And  daily  pay  our  vows : 
 Confecrated  through  his  name 
 
 Is  each  within  our  houfe  : 
 Melody  to  Chrifl  our  King 
 We  make,  with  joyful  hearts  fincere  : 
 Angels  liflen  while  we  fing, 
 And  God  vouchfafes  to  hear. 
 
 3  God  doth  to  our  voice  attend, 
 And  dwells  amidil  his  own  ; 
 Praifes  now  through  Chrifl  afcend 
 
 To  that  eternal  throne  : 
 When  we  there  triumphant  ftand, 
 And  all  our  elder  brethren  meet, 
 Hymning  with  that  harping  band  -3 
 The  concert  is  complete. 
 
 HYMN        CCCCXCV, 
 
 Morning. 
 
 1  XT  7E  lift  our  rifmg  hearts  to  thee3 
 
 \  V     O  Day-ftar  from  on  high  1 
 The  fun  itfelf  is  but  thy  (hade, 
 Yet  cheers  both  earth  and  iky. 
 
 2  Eternal  light,  fend  forth  thy  beams  : 
 
 The  .night  of  fin  difperfe, 
 
 And  fcatter  all  the  mills  of  vice, 
 
 Which  made  the  univcrfe. 
 
 3  May  not  one  pitchy  cloud  of  fin 
 
 O'ercaft  the  prefent  day  ! 
 But  rife  on  us,  and  fhine  within, 
 And  lead  us  in  thy  way. 
 
 4  May 
 
(     466     ) 
 
 4  May  we  our  fpan  of  time  improve, 
 To  mourn  for  errors  paff.  ; 
 And  live  this  fhort  revolving  day, 
 As  if  it  were  our  laft. 
 
 HYMN  CCCCXCVI. 
 
 Evening , 
 
 i  tTrHOM  thou  doit  guard,  O  King  of  kings, 
 W       No  evil  fhall  moleft  : 
 Under  the  fhadow  of  thy  wings 
 May  we  fecurely  reft. 
 
 2  Each  thought  and  deed  thy  piercing  eyes 
 
 With  ftricleft  fearch  furvey  : 
 The  deepen:  fhades  no  more  difguife 
 Than  the  full  blaze  of  day. 
 
 3  Thy  angels  fhall  around  our  beds 
 
 Their  conftant  ftations  keep  : 
 Thy  faith  and  truth  fhall  fhield  our  heads* 
 For  thou  doft  never  fleep. 
 
 A.  May  we  with  calm  and  fweet  repofe, 
 And  heavenly  thoughts  refrefiVd, 
 Our  eye-lids  with  the  morn's  unclofe, 
 And  blefs  the  ever-blefs'd  ! 
 
 HYMN         CCCCXCVII. 
 
 Particular  Providence.      Matt.  x.  30. 
 
 I   T^ATHLR,  how  wide  thy  glories  fhine ; 
 _F    God  of  the  univerfe,  and  mine  ! 
 
 Thv 
 
(   \*h    ) 
 
 Thy  goodiiefs  watches  o'er  the  whole, 
 As 'all  mankind  were  but  one  foul, 
 Yet  keeps  my  every  facred  hair, 
 As  I  remain'd  thy  iingle  care. 
 
 H  Y  M  N        CCCCXCVIII. 
 
 A  Thank/giving  for  bis  Majefty's  Ruovery-. 
 April  23,  1739. 
 
 1  I!  7  HO  is  fo  great  a  God  as  ours  ! 
 
 yy        S°  ready  at  his  creatures'  cry, 
 So  near  with  his  redeeming  powers, 
 To  fend  deliverance  from  the  Iky, 
 To  turn  afide  the  ills  we  dread, 
 And  all  our  higheft  hopes  exceed. 
 
 2  O  Thou,  who  haft,  in  fpecial  grace, 
 
 To  us  a  nur'mg  Father  given, 
 Still  let  thy  arms  of  love  embrace 
 
 The  ehofen  Delegate  of  heaven, 
 And  let  him  live,  to  health  reftor'd, 
 The  Servant  of  his  dying  Lord. 
 
 3  The  means  thy  mercy  fanctified, 
 
 Thy  pity  heard  our  ardent  prayers, 
 The  balmy  help  thy  love  fupplied, 
 
 Hath  fcatter'd  ail  our  griefs  and  fears  ; 
 And  gives  our  joyful  hearts  to  own 
 rihou  didil  the  work,  and  thou  alone. 
 
 4  We  ftill  will  pray,  and  never  c: 
 
 The  prayer  ro  which  thou  wilt  attend, 
 'Stabiim  his  foul  in  pfelfeft  peace, 
 
 His  dftys  prolong,  his  Throne  defend, 
 And  feal  him  thy  adopted  Son, 
 Heir  of  a  never  fading  Crown.  h  vm  n 
 
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 H  Y  M  &  CCCCXCIX. 
 
 The  Minijler's  Prayer  for  his  Fleck. 
 
 1  TT7"KEN  we  are  from  our  burdens  freed, 
 
 W     And  number'd  with  the  peaceful  dead* 
 
 In  everlafting  reft, 
 Pity  the  fheep  we  leave  behind, 
 O  God,  unutterably  kind, 
 
 And  lodge  them  in  thy  breaft. 
 
 2  Ah  !  never  fuffer  them  to  leave 
 
 The  Church,  where  thou  art  pleas'd  to  give 
 
 Such  tokens  of  thy  grace  ! 
 Confirm  them  in  their  calling  here, 
 Till  ripe  hy  holieft  love  to  appear 
 
 Before  thy  glorious  face. 
 
 3  For  what  could  their  protection  be  ? 
 The  virtue  that  proceeds  from  thee, 
 
 The  power  of  humble  love, 
 The  ftrength  of  all-fufficient  grace, 
 Receiv'd  in  thy  appointed  ways, 
 
 Can  land  them  fafe  above. 
 
 4  Whom  I  into  thy  hands  commend, 
 Wilt  thou  not  keep  unto  the  end, 
 
 Thou  infinite  in  love? 
 Affure  me,  Lord,  it  mall  be  fo, 
 And  let  my  quiet  fpirit  go 
 
 To  join  the  church  above. 
 
 HYMN 
 
(  469  ) 
 
 H  Y  M   N         D.  • 
 
 The  Goodnefs  of  God, 
 
 1  T  TOUSE  of  our  God,  with  cheerful  anthems 
 
 JLJL  ring5 
 
 While  all  our  lips  and  hearts  his  goodnefs  fing  ; 
 With-facred  joy  his  wonderous  deeds  proclaim  ; 
 Let  every  tongue  be  vocal  with  his  name. 
 The  Lord  is  good,  his  rnercy  never-ending, 
 His  blefling  in  perpetual  ihowers  defcending. 
 
 2  The  heaven  of  heavens  he  with  his  bounty  fills; 
 Ye  feraphs  bright,  on  ever-blooming  hills, 
 His  honours  found ;  you  to  whom  good  alone, 
 Unmingled,  ever-growing,  hath  been  known ; 
 Thro'  your  immortal  life  with  love  increafing, 
 Proclaim  your  Maker's  goodnefs  never  ceafing. 
 
 3   Thou  earth,  enlightned  by  his  rays  divine, 
 Pregnant  with  grafs,  and  corn,  andoil,  andwine, 
 Crown'd  with  his  goodnefs  let  thy  nations  meet, 
 And  lay  their  crowns  at  his  paternal  feet; 
 With  grateful  love  that  liberal  hand  confefTmg 
 Which  thro'  each  heart  diffufeth  every  bleiling. 
 
 HYMN  D  I . 
 
 The  Promifes  of  God  are  our  Security. 
 
 1   TJRAISE,  everlafting  praife  be  paid 
 JL     To  him  that  earth's  foundation  laid  ; 
 Praife  to  the  goodnefs  of  the  Lord, 
 Who  rules  his  people  by  his  word. 
 
 z  Whence 
 
(     47*    5 
 
 s  Whence  then  fliould  doubts  and  fears  arife \ 
 Why  trickling forrows <lrown  our  eyes? 
 Slowly,  alas,  our  mind  receives 
 The  comforts  that  our  Maker  gives. 
 
 3  Oh  for  a  ftrong,  a  lafting  faith, 
 
 To  credit  what  the  Almighty  faith  1 
 To  embrace  the  meffage  of  his  Son, 
 And  call  the  joys  of  heaven  our  own. 
 
 4  Then  fhould  the  earth's  old  pillars  (hake. 
 And  all  the  wheels  of  nature  break ; 
 
 Ox  r  fteady  fouls  fhould  fear  no  more, 
 Thanfolid.  rocks  when  billows  roar. 
 
 HYMN  D  1 1 . 
 
 The  joyful  Sound.     Pfal.  lxxxix.  15, 
 
 Y: 
 
 Liftening  to  the  joyful  found  ; 
 Loft  and  helplefs  as  ye  are, 
 Sons  of  forrow,  fin,   and  care, 
 Take  the  peace  the  gofpel  brings, 
 Glorify  the  King  of  kings. 
 
 Turn  to  Chrifi  your  longing  eyes, 
 View  his  body  facrifice  ; 
 See  in  him  your  fins  forgiven, 
 Pardon,  holinefs,  and  heaven  : 
 Take  the  peace  the  gofpel  brings. 
 Glorify  the  King  of  kings. 
 
INDEX. 
 
 ABRAHAM  when  feverely  tried 
 A  guilty  foul,  by  fin  oppreft    .     . 
 Ah  !  give  me,  Lord,  my  fins  to  mourn 
 Ah  !  whither  Should  I  go  .         .     . 
 
 Alas !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed  .  . 
 All  glory  and  praife  to  Jefus  our  Lord  , 
 All  glory  to  God,  and  peace  upon  earth 
 All  glory  to  God  in  the  fky  .  .  . 
 All  praife  to  the  Lord  whofe  trumpet  we 
 All  thanks  to  the  Lamb,  who  gives  us  to 
 All  wife,  all  good,  almighty  Lord 
 All  ye  that  pafs  by,  to  Jefus  draw  nigh 
 All  ye  that  feek  the  Lord  who  died 
 Almighty  Lord,  moft  merciful 
 Amazing  myftery  of  love 
 And  am  I  born  to  die  . 
 And  am  I  only  born  to  die 
 And  are  we  yet  alive 
 And  can  it  be  that  I  ihould  gain 
 And  can  we  call  to  mind 
 And  did  the  Holy  and  the  Juft 
 And  if  our  bodies  part 
 And  let  this  feeble  body  fail 
 And  muft  this  body  die 
 And  fhall  I  let  him  go  . 
 Andfhalll,  Lord,  the  cup  decline 
 Angels  fpeak,  let  men  give  ear 
 Angels  roll  the  ftone  a'.vay 
 Arife,  my  foul,  arife 
 
 R  r 
 
 Page. 
 
 457 
 *3> 
 219 
 
 73 
 *53 
 
 230 
 25 
 
 35 
 hear  42 
 meet  44  & 
 
 34 
 157 
 
 237 
 
 204 
 
 223 
 
 5i 
 
 52 
 
 322 
 169 
 
 20S 
 181 
 32i 
 385 
 389 
 227 
 144 
 27 
 
 243 
 168 
 
 Art 
 
INDEX. 
 
 Art    thou  not,  Lord,  already  mine 
 
 Attend,  ye  children  of  our  God 
 
 At  thy  command,  our  deareft  Lord 
 
 Author  of  life  divine 
 
 Awake,  awake  the  facred  fong 
 
 Away  with  our  fears 
 
 Away  with  our  Ibrrow  and  fear  .    , 
 
 Before  the  great  Three-One  .  .  . 
 Begin,  my  tongue,  fome  heavenly  theme 
 Behold  the  Saviour  of  mankind 
 
 Bleft  be  the  Father  and  his  love  .  . 
 
 Blow  ye  the  trumpet,  blow       ,  .  . 
 
 Breathe  in  praife  of  your  Creator  .  . 
 
 By  thy  fatting  and  temptation  .  •  . 
 
 Canft  thou  reject  our  dying  prayer     .  . 
 
 Caft  on  the  fidelity  .  .  .  . 
 
 Chrift  the  Lord  is  rifen  to  day 
 
 Come,  Father,  Son,    and  Holy  Ghoft:  . 
 
 Come,  Father,    Son,   and  Holy  Ghoft  . 
 
 Come,    Father,  Son,   and  Holy  Ghoft:  . 
 
 Come,  guilty  fouls,  and  flee  away  .  . 
 Come,   great  Redeemer,    open  wide 
 
 Come,  Holy  Ghoft,  fet  to  thy  feal  .  . 
 C?me,  Holy  Ghoft,  all  quickening  fire 
 Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove 
 
 Come,-  Holy  Spirit,   fend  down  thofe  beams    291 
 
 Come,   Holy  ceieftial  Dove 
 Come,  let  us  anew,   our  journey  purfue 
 Come,    ]et  us  anew,    our  journey  purfue 
 Come,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  tongs 
 Come,  let  us  ufe  the  grace  divine    -  . 
 Come  on,  my  partners  in  diftrefs      .     . 
 
 3*7 
 
 99 
 242 
 
 82 
 2S0 
 311 
 121 
 185 
 214 
 z29 
 
 292 
 
 284 
 
 43 
 
 44 
 
 203 
 
 456 
 
 373 
 Come, 
 
E  X. 
 
 :,   O  thou  all  victorious  Lord 
 Come,   O  thou  Traveller  unknown    . 
 Come,  Saviour,   Jems,    from  above 
 Come,    flnners,   to  the  gofpel  fes 
 Come  then,    ye  (Inners,   to  your  Lord 
 Come,  thou  Fount  of  every  bleffing 
 Come,  thou  long  expected  jefus 
 Come,  ye  Ilnners,  poor  and  wretched 
 Ccme,  ye  that  love  the  Lord     * 
 Come,  ye  that  feek  the  Lord     . 
 Comfort,  ye  minifters  of  gr 
 Commit  thou  all  thy  grie/s         .         .   ■ 
 Creator,    Spirit,    by  whofe  aid 
 
 Deareft  Saviour,   help  thy  fervant 
 Dear  Lord,    my  thankful  heart  receives 
 Death  cannot  make  my  foul  afraid 
 Deep  in  our  breaff.  let  us  record 
 Dep'h  of  mercy,  can  there  be 
 Defcend,  celeftiai  Dove     . 
 
 Eat,   drink,  in  memory  of  your  Friend 
 Eternal  Power,    whcfe  high  abode     . 
 Eternal  Rock,   project  thy  lhade 
 Eternal  Spirit,   gone  up  on  high 
 Eternal  Spirit,  heavenlv  Dove       .     . 
 Eternal  Spirit,  we  confefs 
 Eternal  Wifdom,   thee  we  praife 
 
 Father,  admit  our  lawful  claim 
 Father,   behold  with  gracious  eyes     . 
 Father  divine,  thy  piercing  eye 
 Father,  glorify  thy  Son     . 
 Father,   God,   we  glorify 
 
 26a 
 
 119 
 
 263 
 236 
 Father, 
 
INDEX. 
 
 Father,   how  wide  thy  glories  fhine 
 Father,   how  wide  thy  glory  mines 
 Father,   if  fuch  thy  fovereign  will 
 Father,  in  the  name  I  pray 
 •  Father,  I  ftretch  my  hands  to  thee 
 Father  of  everlafting  grace 
 Father  of  glory,  to  thy  name     . 
 Father  of  jefus  Chrift  the  Juft 
 Father  of  lights  from  whom  proceeds 
 Father  of  omniprefent  grace 
 Father,  our  hearts  we  lift 
 Father,   Son,  and  Holy  Ghoft 
 Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghoft 
 Father,  thou  haft  beftow'd 
 Father,    to  thee  my  foul  I  lift 
 Feebly  then  thy  hands  lift  up 
 Firft  and  laft,  in  me  perform 
 Foolifh  vanity,    farewel 
 For  ever  here  my  reft  fnall  be 
 Fountain  of  good,   each  blefiing  flows 
 Fountain  of  life  to  ail  below      . 
 From  all  that  dwell  below  the  fkies 
 From  whence  thefe  dire  portents  around 
 
 Giver  of  concord,    Prince  of  peace  . 
 
 Give  to  the  winds  thy  fears 
 
 Give  us,   O  Lord,    the  children's  bread 
 
 Glory  be  to  God  on  high 
 
 Glory  be  to  God  on  high 
 
 Glory  to  his  name  belongs 
 
 God  arife,   thou  jealous  God     . 
 
 God  o^  all  grace  and  majefty     . 
 
 God  of  all   redeeming  grace     . 
 
 God  of  eternal  truth  and  love 
 
INDEX. 
 
 God  of  my  falvation,   hear 
 God  of  unexampled  grace 
 God  is  a  name  my  foul  adores  . 
 Gracious  foul,   to  whom  are  given 
 Great  God,  indulge  my  humble  claim 
 Great  God  of  heaven  and  nature,  rife 
 Great  God  of  hofts,  attend  our  prayer 
 Guide  me,  O  thou  great  Jehovah     . 
 
 Hail,  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit  great 
 
 Hail,   God  the  Son,   in  glory  crown'd 
 
 Hail,  Holy  Ghoft,    Jehovah,  Third  . 
 
 Hail,  holy,  holy,  holy  Lord    . 
 
 Hail,   holy,  holy,  holy  Lord    . 
 
 Hail,  holy,   holy,   holy  Lord    . 
 
 Hail,   Progeny  divine 
 
 Hail,  facred  feaft,  which  Jefus  makes 
 
 Hail  the  day  that  fees  him  rife  . 
 
 Hail  the  happy  morn  fo  glorious 
 
 Happy  foul,   thy  days  are  ended 
 
 Happy  foul,  who  fees  the  day 
 
 Happy  fouls,  who  Chriu:  obey 
 
 Happy  the  man  that  finds  the  grace  . 
 
 Happy  the  fouls  to  Jefus  join'd 
 
 Happy  who  in  Jefus  live  . 
 
 Hark,  a  voice  divides  the  Iky   .  • 
 
 Hark,,  from  heaven  a  voice  I  hear     . 
 
 Hark  the  glad  found  !    th^  Saviour  comes 
 
 Hark  !    the  herald  angels  fing 
 
 Have  we  not  redemption  found 
 
 Hearken  to  the  folemn  voice 
 
 Hearts  of  ftone  relent,   relent  . 
 
 He  comes,   he  comes,  the  Judge  fevere 
 
 He  comes,  the  heavenly  bridegroom  comes 
 
 423 
 He 
 
INDEX. 
 
 Help,  Lord,    to  w] 
 
 . 
 
 Holy  Lamb,  who  thee  receive     . 
 Hoi" 
 
 Houfe  of  our 
 
 ir  feet     . 
 :  . 
 
 .2  grace 
 
 ......     fus  i 
 
 lam  Lord,   tint  then 
 
 I,  I  am  : 
 
 .  -  my  eye:>  tot! 
 I  love  my  Shepherd's  voice 
 
 3  i  of  the  : 
 Infinite,  inexhaufted  L 
 In  God  we  put  our  truft    . 
 In  he  y  and  grace  . 
 
 In  humble  faith  on  thee  I  call  . 
 In  Jordan's  tide  the  baptift  Hands 
 Is  there  no  balm  of  love 
 I  Gng  my  Saviour's  wonder  pus  death 
 I  want  a  principle  within 
 
 Gc-1  the  Father,  blefs 
 .  a  name  of  Aveeteft  found 
 ,  anfwer  from  above 
 
 m : 
 
 ~9 
 434 
 »97 
 
 fing  469 
 73 
 533 
 129 
 
 397 
 »94 
 
 35^ 
 
 136 
 
 *49 
 
 3S1 
 
 3+4 
 415 
 no 
 
 34° 
 
 2CI 
 422 
 
 312 
 
 130 
 366 
 
 54^ 
 
 277 
 
 364 
 
 93 
 
INDEX, 
 
 Pate> 
 
 Jefus,  attend,  thyfelf  reveal 
 Jefus,   at  whofe  fupreme  command 
 Jefus  Chrifr  is  rifen  to  cby 
 [efus,   dear  redeeming  Lord 
 Jefus  drinks  the  bitter  cup 
 Jefus,    faithful  to  his  word 
 efus,   Friend  of  fmners,  hear 
 efus,   from   whom  all  blefiings  flo* 
 efus,    God  of  ourfalvation 
 efus,    great  Shepherd  of  thy  fheep 
 efus,  guard  thy  gathered  fheep 
 
 efus, 
 efus, 
 efus, 
 
 hear  a  tinner's  prayer 
 
 I  blefs  thy  (ajcred  name  . 
 I  love  thy  charming  name 
 efus,  in  whom  the  weary  find 
 efus,  Lord,   we  look  to  thee    . 
 efus,  Lever  of  my  fcul 
 efus,   might;.-  King  in  Zion 
 efus,  my  Advocate  above 
 efus,  my  all,  to  heaven  is  gone 
 efus,   my  life,  thyfelf  apply     . 
 efus,  my  Lord,  my  G 
 efus,  my  Saviour^  Brother,  Friend 
 efus,  my  ftrength    and  hope 
 efus,  once  thy  love  we  tatted    . 
 efus,   our  ex  .'.. .  J  head 
 efus,  Redeemer,    Saviotfr,   L 
 efus, -foft,  harmonious  name     . 
 efus,   take  my  fins  :\ 
 efus,   the  Lamb  of  I  .  bled 
 
 efus,  the  name  high  over  ail    . 
 efus,   the  faints'  perpetual  theme 
 i'efus,  the  fianer's  friend,  to  thee 
 t  efus,   thou  all  redeeming  Lord 
 
I  N  D.E  X. 
 
 Jefus,  thou  art  the  Mighty  God 
 Jefus,  thou  deft  not  fue  in  vain 
 jefus,  thou  everlafting  King"    . 
 Jefus,  thou  fovereign  Lord  of  all 
 Jefus,  thy  blood  and  Righteoufnefs 
 Jefus,   thy  boundlefs  love  to  me 
 Jefus,  thy  fovereign  name  I  blefs 
 Jefus,  thy  word  we  dare  believe 
 Jefus,   to  take  away  our  guilt    . 
 Jefus,  to  thee  alone  I  fly    .         • 
 Jefus,  to  thee  my  heart  I  bow    . 
 Jefus,  to  thee  our  hearts  we  lift 
 Jefus,  united  by  thy  .grace 
 Jefus,  we  hang  upon  thy  word 
 Jefus,   we  look  to  thee 
 Jefus,  we  long  to  know  thy  name 
 Jefus,  we  on  that  word  depend 
 Jefus,  we  thus  obey 
 Jefus,  when  faith  with  fixed  eyes 
 Jefus,  vvhofe  glory's  ftreaming  rays 
 J oin  all  the  glorious  names 
 Join  all  ye  joyful  nations 
 Join'd  in  one  Spirit  to  our  head 
 
 Lamb  of  God  for  fmners  flain 
 Lamb  of  God,  that  in  the  bofom 
 Lamb  of  God,  whofe  bleeding  love 
 Lay  but  thy  hand  upon  my  foul 
 Leader  of  faithful  fouls,  and  guide 
 Let  angels  and  archangels  fing 
 Let  earth  and  heaven  agree 
 Let  earth  and  heaven  combine  . 
 Let  God  the  Father  live  . 
 Let  him,  to  whom  we  now  belong 
 
INDEX. 
 
 Lift  your  eyes   of  faith   and  fee 
 Light  of  life  feraphic  fire 
 Light  of  thofe  whofe  dreary  dwelling 
 Lo,  God  is  here,  let  us  adore     .  • 
 Lo,  he  comes,  with  clouds  defcending 
 Long  hath  thy  good  Spirit  ftrove 
 Look  down,  O  Lord,  with  pitying  eye 
 Lord  and  God  of  heavenly  powers      . 
 Lord,  difmifs  us  with  thy  blefiing 
 Lord,  God,  omnipotent  to  blefs 
 Lord,  how  (hall  wretched  finners  dare 
 Lord,  I  believe  a  reft  remains   . 
 Lord,  I  cannot  part  with  thee  . 
 Lord,  I  defpair  myfelf  to  heal    . 
 Lord,  I  thank  thee  for  that  grace     , 
 Lord  of  life,  thy  followers  fee  . 
 Lord,  take  my  heart,  and  let  it  be 
 Lord,  thou  haft  bid  thy  people  pray 
 Lo!   the  prifoner  is  releas'd 
 Love  divine,  all  loves  excelling 
 Lover  of  fouls,  thou  know'ft  to  prize 
 Lovers  of  pleafure  more  than  God     . 
 
 May  the  grace  of  Chrift  our  Saviour 
 Meek,  patient,  Son  of  God  and  Man 
 Meet  and  right  it  is  to  fing 
 Meet  and  right  it  is  to  fing 
 My  Father,  my  God,  I  long  for  thy  lov 
 My  God  I  am  thine,  what  a  comfort  divine 
 My  God,  my  life,  my  love 
 My  God,  -the  fpring  of  all  my  joys 
 My  gracious,  loving  Lord 
 My  Saviour,  and  my  fovereign    Prince 
 My  Saviour,  thcu  thy  love  to  me 
 My  Saviour,  who  this  deed  hath  done 
 S  f 
 
INDE  X. 
 
 Not  all  the  archangels  csn  tell 
 Not  all  the  blood  of  beafts 
 Not  to  a  fmgle  age  con  fin  'd 
 Now  begin  the  heavenly  theme 
 Now  far  above  the  ftarry  flues  . 
 Now  I  have  found  the  ground  wherein 
 Now,  Jefus,  now  the  veil  remove      . 
 Now  let  my  foul  by  faith  arife    . 
 Now,  Lord,  acknowledge  us  for  thine 
 
 O  all  creating  God  .... 
 
 O  almighty  God  of  love  . 
 
 Obedient  to  the  voice  of  God  . 
 
 Object  of  all  our  knowledge  here 
 
 Of  him  who  did  falvation  bring 
 
 O  God,  my  God,  myall  thou  art 
 
 O  God  of  good,  the  unfathom'd  fea  . 
 
 O  God  of  our  forefathers,  hear 
 
 O  God,  our  help  in  ages  part    . 
 
 Cf  God,  the  great,  the  fearful  God  . 
 
 O  Heavenly  King,  look  down  from  above 
 
 Oh,  for  a  clofer  walk  with  God 
 
 Oh,  for  a  heart  to  praife  my  God 
 
 Oh,  for  a  fvveet  infpiring  ray    . 
 
 Oh,  for  a  thoufand  tongues  to  fmg 
 
 Oh,  happy  ftate  of  grace 
 
 Oh,  hide  this  felf  from  me,  that  I     . 
 
 Oh,  let  thy  love  conftrain 
 
 Oh,  may  thy  powerful  word     . 
 
 Oh,  might  I  with  thy  faints  afpire     . 
 
 Oh,  that  I  could  repent    .         . 
 
 Oh,  that  I  could  repent 
 
 Oh,  that  I  had  the  iilver  wings 
 
 Oh,  that  the  Lord  indeed 
 
i  N  D  E  X. 
 
 Oh,  that  thou  wouldft  the  heavens  rend 
 
 Oli,  unexampled  love        .         ... 
 
 Oh,  what  (hall  I  do  my  Saviour  to  praife 
 
 O  Jefus,  of  thee  I  enquire 
 
 O  1  joyful  found  of  gofpel  grace 
 
 O  Love  divine,  how  fweet  thou  art  . 
 
 O  Love  divine,  what  hail  thou  done  . 
 
 On  Britain,  long  a  favoured  ifle 
 
 O  Righteous  God,  thou  Judge  fupreme 
 
 O  Saviour,  cart  a  pitying  eye  . 
 
 O  thou,  before  whofe  gracious  throne 
 
 O  thou  eternal  victim  ilain 
 
 O  thou  God  of  my  falvation 
 
 O  thou  pafchal  Lamb  of  God  . 
 
 O  thou,  that  hear'it  when  finners  cry 
 
 O  thou,  to  v/hofe  all-fearching  fight 
 
 O  thou,  who  cameft  from  above 
 
 O  thou,  who  hangedft  on  the  tree 
 
 O  thou,  who  hanging  on  the  crofs     . 
 
 O  thou,  whom  fain  my  foul  v/ould  love 
 
 Our  Father,   whofe  eternal  fway 
 
 Our  life  is  hid  with  Chrift  in  God 
 
 Our  Lord  is  rifen  from  the  dead 
 
 Our  fouls  with  reverence,  Lord,  bow  down 
 
 Our  fpirits  join  to  adore  the  Lamb     . 
 
 Out  of  myfeif  for  help  I  go 
 
 O  ye  immortal  throng 
 
 Peace  be  on  this  houfe  beftow'd 
 Peace  be  to  this  habitation 
 Peace,  doubtful  heart,  my  God's  I  am 
 Plung'd  in  a  gulph  of  dark  defpair    . 
 Praife,  everlafting  praife  be  paid 
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 Raife  your  triumphant  fongs 
 Rejoice  for  a  Brother  deceas'd 
 Rejoice  in  glorious  hope    . 
 R.ejoice  in  Jefu's  birth 
 Rejoice,  rejoice,  ye  fallen  race 
 Rejoice,  the  Lord  is  King 
 
 Saviour,  Lord,  who  at  thy  death 
 Saviour,  Prince  of  Ifrael's  race 
 See,  gracious  God,  before  thy  throne 
 See,  gracious  Lord,  with  pitying  eyes 
 See,  Jefus  (lands  with  open  arms 
 See,  Jefus,  thy  difciples  fee 
 See,  Lord,  thy  willing  fubjecls  bow 
 See,  finners,  in  the  gofpel  glafs 
 Seiz'd  by  the  rage  of  finful  man 
 Seraphs,  with  elevated  ftrains  . 
 Shall  I  for  fear  of  feeble  man     . 
 Shepherd  divine,  our  wants  relieve 
 Shrinking  from  the  cold  hand  of  death 
 Since  thou  haft  bid  me  come  to  thee 
 Sinful,  and  blind    and  poor 
 Sing  to  the  great  Jehovah's  praife 
 Sing  to  the  Lord  a  new  melodious  fon 
 Sing,  yeranfom'd  finners  fing  . 
 Sinners,  lift  up  your  hearts 
 Sinners,  obey  the  gofpel  word  . 
 Sinners,  rejoice  ;  your  peace  is  made 
 Sinners,  turn,  why  will  ye  die  . 
 Sinner,  with  awe  draw  near 
 Spirit  of  faith,  come  down 
 Spirit  of  truth,  eifential  God     . 
 
INDEX. 
 
 Son  of  God,  if  thy  free  grace  . 
 Sons  of  God,  triumphant  rife  . 
 Sons  of  men,  behold  from  far  . 
 Soon  as  I  tafte  the  heavenly  bread 
 Sovereign  of  all,  whofe  will  ordains 
 Stay,  thou  infulted  Spirit,  flay 
 Still  for  thy  loving  kindnefs,  Lord 
 Stretch 'd  on  the  crofs  the  Saviour  di 
 Surely  now  the  prayer  he  hears 
 
 Talk  with  us,  Lord,  tfiyfelf  reveal 
 
 The  Creator  of  all    . 
 
 The  day  or  Chrifr,  the  day  of  God 
 
 The  earth'  could  to  her  centre  quake 
 
 Thee,  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghofr 
 
 Thee,  Jefus;  full  of  truth  and  grace 
 
 Thee,  King  of  faints,  we  praife 
 
 Thee,  the  great  -  :  fent  from  God 
 
 Thee,  we  adore,  eternal  name-. 
 
 Thee  will  I  love,  my  ftrength,  my  towe 
 
 The  God  of  Abraham  praife     . 
 
 The  Lord  is  come,  the  heavens  proclaim 
 
 The  Lord  is  rifen  !  He  who  came 
 
 The  Lord  is  rifen  indeed 
 
 The  Lord  Jehovah  reigns 
 
 The  Lord  of  earth  and  iky 
 
 The  Lord  of  fabbath  let  us  praife 
 
 The  man  of  forrows  now 
 
 The  morning  flowers  difplay  their  fweets 
 
 The  peace  which  God  alone  reveals 
 
 The  power  to  Wefs  my  houie     . 
 
 i'he  Son  of  man  fupplies 
 
 The  fun  of  righteousnefs  appears 
 
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INDEX. 
 
 The  voice  of  my  Beloved  founds 
 The  voice  of  my  Beloved  founds 
 The  wifdom  own'd  by  all  her  fons 
 The  wondering  world  enquires  to  know 
 This,  this  is  the  God  we  adore 
 Thou  God  of  glorious  majefty 
 Thou  God  of  truth  and  love     . 
 Thou  Gcd  that  anfwerefr  by  fire 
 Thou  God  unfearchable,  unknown    . 
 Though  late  I  ail  forfake       "     . 
 zh  nature's  ftrength  decay 
 Thou  great  it. yfteriouf  Gcd  unknown 
 Thou  hidden  love  of  C  i  fe  height 
 
 Thou  -   urce  of  ca-m  repofe  . 
 
 Thou  quick  and  dead 
 
 Thou  Lamb  of  God,  thou  Prince  of  peace 
 Thou  man  of  griefs,  remember  me    . 
 Thou  heart's  defire 
 
 -  Ifrael,  and  mine  . 
 
 1  Lamb 
 
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 ,  O  Gcd,  upon  my  bed     . 
 :Ti3  done  !  the  atoning  work  is  done 
 'Tis  finifh'd,  'tis  done  !    the  Spirit  is  flei 
 To  Father,  Sen,  and  Holy  Ghoit 
 To  G  peace  on- earth 
 
 To  ]efus;  ted  Lord 
 
 To  our  Redeemer  s  glorious  name     . 
 To  that  jerui" 
 To  :..  of  thy  breaft 
 
 Try  us,  O  Cod,  and  fearch  the  ground 
 Turning  to  my  reft  again 
 
 is  the  con  t  our  Lord    . 
 
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INDE  X. 
 
 Vain  delufive  world,  adieu 
 
 Weary  of 'wandering  from  my  God 
 Weary  fouls  that  wander  wide  . 
 We  bow  before  thy  gracious-throne 
 We  have  in  the  defart  tarried     . 
 Welcome,  welcome  blefTed  fervant 
 We  lift  cur  rifing  hearts  to  * 
 We  praife  the  Trinity  adord 
 What  are  thefe  arrayed  in  white 
 What  could  my  K.edemer  move 
 What  could  your  Redeemer  do 
 What  if  here  awhile  the 
 What  is  our  calling's  glorious  hope 
 What  pofture  mould  1  >  fee 
 
 ail  the  mercies  of 
 
 lis  Lord,  when  mall  it 
 
 feroiis  crofs 
 ie  bed  of  d 
 
 teat  the  inward 
 
 U  I  fee  the  welcome  hour 
 face  be  feen 
 When  we  arp  from  our  burdens  freed 
 Where  is  the  holy  heaven  born  child 
 Wherewith,  O  Lord,  fliall  I  draw  near 
 While  o  er  our  guilty  land,  O  Lord 
 Who  is  as  the  chriftian  great 
 Who  is  io  great  a  God  as  ours     . 
 Who  is  the  trembling  finner,  who 
 
 n  thou  dolt  guard,  O  King  of  kin 
 Why  do  we  mourn  departed  friends 
 Why  ihould  I  fear  the  darkeil  hour 
 
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 Why  mould  the  children  of  a  king     .     .     .  292 
 
 Wild  as  the  untaught  Indian  brood    ...  62 
 
 With  glorious  clouds  encompafs'd  round     .  174 
 
 With  heavenly  power,  O  Lord,  defend       .  378 
 
 With  joy  we  meditate  the  grace          .     .     .  108 
 
 With  myfticai  wine  he  comforts  us  here  .     .  228 
 
 World  adieu,  thou  real  cheat      .         ...  125 
 
 Worthy  the  Lamb  of  endlefs  praife    .     .     .  223 
 
 Would  Jefas  have  the  fmner  die          .     .     .  165 
 
 Yes,  the  Redeemer  rofe               .       ....  241 
 
 Ye?,  there  is,  molt  holy  God     .         ...  199 
 
 Ye  that  in  his  courts  are  found  .         ...  470 
 
 Ye  that  pafs  by,  behold  the  man        .     .     .  155 
 
 Ye  virgin  fouls,  arife         .         .         ...  12 
 
 Ye  worms  of  earth,  arife           .         ...  39 
 
 Yonder,  amazing  fight  !   I  fee  .         .     .     .  179 
 
 Young  men  and  maidens,  raife  .         ....  454 
 
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