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 T H^ SEP 19 1936 
 CHRISTIAN^DUTY, 
 
 EXHIBITED IN A SERIES OF 
 
 HYMNS, 
 
 Colle&ed from various Authors, 
 
 Designed for the worship of god, 
 
 And for the edification of christians. 
 
 RECOMMENDED, 
 
 To the Serious of all Denominations, Sf 
 By the fraternity of baptists. 
 
 While I live will J praife the Lord: I will 
 fn:g Praife j unto my God while I have any 
 Being. Pfalm cxlvi. 2. 
 
 Andwhen they had fing an HYIWN, they went 
 
 out into thz Mount of Olives* Matt. xxvi. 30. l 9 
 
 And at Midnight paul and si las prayed and ) 
 
 fang Praifes unto God. Acts xvi. 25. Ifl 
 
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 SECOND EDITION, IMPROVED. 
 
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 Germantown : printed by Peter Leitjert, 
 1801. 
 
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 INTRODUCTION. 
 
 'Nasmuch as it hath pleafed the moft high God, 
 _ to enlarge the Place of our Tent, and the 
 Curtains of our Habitation ; it behoveth us to 
 render Thanks and Praife to that beneficient Be- 
 in t, in whole Hands is the Life and Breath of 
 all Things: and who doth according to his Will 
 in the Army of Heaven, and among the In- 
 habitants of the Earth, and none can ftay his 
 Hand nor fay unto him what doft thcu Tho* 
 the Heaven is his Throne, and the Earth is 
 his Footftool, yet unto Man he faith, <<Whofo 
 oftereth Praife glorifieth me;, and to him that 
 ordereth his Converfation aright, will I (hew 
 the Salvation of the Lord." Let us therefore 
 ferve the Lord with Gladrefs, and come before 
 'fhis Prefence with Singing. Enter into his 
 Gates vith Thanksgiving, and into his Courts 
 with I raifc. Pfalm 50. 23. and Pfalm 100. 2> 4» 
 
PREFACE. 
 
 D Early beloved Brethren, and feJlovv Heirs of 
 the Grace of God ; the Apoftle exhorts us, 
 (i to let the Word of (Thrift dwell in us, richly in 
 all Wifdom, Teaching, and Admonifhing one 
 another in Pfalms, and Hymns, and fpiritual 
 Songs, finging with Grace in your Hearts, unto 
 the Lord. You are therefore here prefented 
 with a Choice Collection of HYMN's, of" the moft 
 approved Authors, fuitable to almoft every Cir- 
 eumftance of Life, which we are call'd to pafs 
 through, and correfponding with the Tenor of 
 the Gofpel, and adapted to commemorate the 
 Birth, Life, Death, Refurrecuon and Afcention 
 of our Saviour, and his Sefiion at God's Right 
 Hand, and his Interc^ffion there ; the Commif- 
 fionofthe Apoftles on Baptifm, and the Lord's 
 Supper, and the fecond Coming of Chrift, with- 
 out Sin unto Salvation. 
 
 My Brethren, in the Performance of this noble 
 Part of Worfhip, we mould have our Minds de- 
 voutly fiVd on God, who heareth Prayer, and 
 inhabiteth the Prailes of Ifrael ; not railing our 
 Voices only, but endeavouring to fing with the 
 Spirit, and with the Underftanding alfo : left we 
 be found among the Number of them over whom 
 God laments, faying: This People draw near to 
 me with their Mouths, and with their Lips do 
 honour me, but their Hearts have they removed 
 far from me, and their Fear towards me is taught 
 by the Precept of Men, Let us therefore ftrive 
 
 to 
 
PREFACE. 
 
 to offer in an acceptable Manner, the Sacrifice of 
 Praife to God continually, that is the Fruit of 
 our Lips, giving Thanks to his Name. 
 
 The Reafon for printing this Hymn Book is : 
 becaufe of the inconvenience arifing from having 
 feveral Sorts of Hymn Books in Meeting at once, 
 it was therefore thought prudent to remove this 
 Inconvenience, by collecting the moft approved 
 Hymns, of the feveral Books, and reducing them 
 into One finall Octavo, with a compleat Index, 
 ■which is wanting in the Hymn Book which we 
 have latterly ufed ; altho it was otherwife truly 
 excellent* 
 
 Dearly beloved, let us be encouraged to look 
 forward, to that happy Period, when "all the 
 Kings of the Earth fhall praife the Lord ;'' when 
 they fhall hear the Words of his Mouth, yea, 
 they fhall fing in the Ways of the Lord ; for 
 great is the Glory of the Lord. When he fhall 
 turn to the People a pure Language, and they 
 fhall ferve him with one Confent, when they 
 fhall come and ling in the Heights of Zion ; 
 and flow together to the Goodnefs of the Lord. 
 Under thefe C on fi derations and cheering Re- 
 flections we may freely fay with David: "Let 
 every Thing that hath Breath praife JEHOVAH* 
 Hallelujah 1 
 
 Germantown, May 18, 1791. 
 
J+ *#* HALLELUJAH. * * C* 
 
 THE 
 CHRISTIANS DUTY, 
 EXHIBITED 
 I N A S IE R I E S OFSELECT 
 
 HYMN S. 
 
 H Y INI N t 
 
 ■ 'f* K^gJom of Cod not in Word but in Power. 
 
 1. A Form of Words, tho' e'er fo found, 
 ~l± Can never fave a Soul • 
 
 Jnd ? Swf muft ^" e the Wound, 
 And make die wounded whole. 
 
 2. Tho' God's Election is a Truth, 
 -mall Comfort there I fee 
 Till I am told by God's own Mouth 
 i hat he has cholen me. 
 
 3. Sinners, I read,* are jnflify'd 
 . By Faith injEsu's Blood: 
 Butv,hentoME that Blood's applv'd, 
 Tis then it does me good. 
 
 4- To Perfeverance I agree, 
 A 
 
 The 
 
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 The Thing to me is cle^ar, 
 Becaufe the Lord has promis'd me. 
 That I fhall perfevere. 
 
 Imputed Righteousnefs I own 
 
 A Doctrine moft divine ; 
 For Jefus to my Heart makes known 
 That all his Merit's mine. 
 
 . That Chrift is God I can avouch ; 
 
 And for his People cares, 
 Since I have pray'd to him as fuch, 
 And he has heard my Pray'rs. 
 
 . That Sinners black as Hell, by Chrift 
 Are fav'd, I know full well : 
 For I his Mercy have not miis'd ; 
 And I am black as Hell. 
 
 8. Thus Chriftians glorify the Lord, 
 Fis Spirit joins with ours, 
 In bearing Witnefs to his Word, 
 With all it's raving Pow'rs. 
 
 H Y M N II. 
 
 A Funeral Hymn for a Believer. 
 
 1. AH! lovely Appearance of Death, 
 A No Sight upon Earth is fo fair ; 
 Not all the gay Pageants that breathe, 
 
 Can with a dead Body compare. 
 
 2. With folemn Delight I furvey 
 
 The Corps, when the Spirit is fied, 
 In Love with the beautiful Clay, 
 And longing to lie in his ftead. 
 
 «. How bleft is our Brother, bereft 
 
 Of all that coidd burthen his Mind i 
 How eafy the Soul, that hath left 
 
 That 
 
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 This wearifbme Body behind ! 
 
 4. Of Evil incapable thou, 
 
 Whofe Relicts with Envy I fee ; 
 No longer in Mifery now, 
 No longer a Shiner like me. 
 
 5. This Earth is affected no more, 
 
 With Sicknefs, or maken with Pain ; 
 The War in the Members is o'er, 
 And never mall vex him again. 
 
 6. No Anger henceforward, or Shame, 
 
 Shall redden this innocent Clay : 
 Extinct is the Animal Flame, 
 And Pailion is vanifh'd away. 
 
 7. This languifhing Head is at reft, 
 
 Its Thinking and Aching are o'er 5 
 This quiet immoveable Breail 
 Is heav'd by Affliction no more. 
 
 8. This Heart is no longer the Seat 
 
 Of Trouble ftnd torturing Pain j 
 It ceafes to nutter and beat, 
 It never fhall nutter a gain. 
 
 q. The Lids he fo feldom could clofe. 
 By Sorrow forbidden to fleep, 
 Seal'd up in eternal Repofe, 
 
 Have ftrangely forgotten to weep. 
 
 1 q. The Fountains can yield no Supplies, 
 Thefe Hollows from Waters are free ! 
 The Tears are all wip'd from thefe Eye^. 
 And Evil they never ill all fee. 
 
 1 1 . To mourn and to differ is mine, 
 
 While bound in a Prifon I breathe ; 
 And (till for Deliverance pine. 
 
 A -2 And 
 
C 4 ) 
 
 And prefs to the Ifliies of Death. 
 
 1 2. What now with my Tears I bedew, 
 O might I this Moment become, 
 My Spirit created anew, 
 
 My Fleih be confign'd to the Tomb I 
 
 HYMN III. 
 
 1. A LAS, my God, that thou mould be 
 ii To me fo much unknown ! 
 
 I long to walk and talk with Thee, 
 And dwell before thy Throne. 
 
 2. Thou know'ft, my Soul doth dearly love 
 
 The Place of thine Abode ; 
 No Mufic gives fo fweet a Sound, 
 As thefe two Words, My God. 
 
 3. 1 long not for the Fruit that grows 
 
 Within thefe Gardens here ; 
 I find no Sweetnefs in their Rofe 
 When Jefus is not near. 
 
 4. Thy gracious Prefence, O my Chrift, 
 
 Can make a Paradife ; 
 Ah, what are all the goodly Pearls, 
 Unto this Pearl of Price ? 
 
 5. Give me that fweet Communion, Lord, 
 
 Thy people have with thee ; 
 Thy Spirit daily talk* with Them, 
 O let it talk with me. 
 
 6. Like Enoch let me walk with God, 
 
 And thus walk out my Day, 
 Attended with the heav'nly Guards, 
 Upon the Kings High Way. 
 
 7. When wilt thou come unto me, Lord ? 
 
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 come, my Lord, moft 
 Come near, come nearer neai 
 
 I'm well when thou art near 
 
 S. When wilt thou come unto me, 
 
 1 languiih for thy Sight ; 
 
 Ten thoufand Suns, if thou art ftran^ 
 Are Shades inftead of Light. 
 
 9. When wilt thou come unto me Lord ? m 
 
 for till thou doit apear, 
 I coimt each Moment for a Day, 
 Each Minute for a Year. 
 
 10. Come, Lord, and never from me go, 
 
 This World's a darkfom Place ; 
 I find no Pleafure here below, 
 When thou dolt veil thy Face. 
 
 11. There's no fuch Thing as Pleafure here, 
 
 My Jefus is my All ; 
 As thou doit fliine, or difappear, 
 My pleafures rile and fall. 
 
 12. Come, fpread thy Savour on my Frame, 
 No Sweetnefs is fo fweet ; 
 
 Till I get up to fing thy Name, 
 Where all thy Singers meet. 
 
 H Y M N IV. 
 
 Godly Sorrow arifng from the Sufferings c/Xhrift. 
 
 I . ALAS ! and did my Saviour bleed ! 
 l\ And did my Sov'reign die \ 
 Would he devote that i acred Head 
 For fuch a Worm as I ? 
 
 [2. Thy Body flaiii fweet Jefus thine, 
 And bath'd in its own Blood, 
 While all expos'd to Wrath divine, 
 
 A 3 The 
 
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6 ) 
 
 ff'rer flood ! ] 
 
 nes that I had done, 
 ipon the Tree ? 
 ! Grace unknown ! 
 beyond degree ! 
 
 6 ht the Sun in Darknefs hide, 
 fhut Ins Glories in, 
 a GOD the Mighty Maker dy'd 
 For Man the Creature's Sin. 
 
 5. Thus might I hide my blufhing Face, 
 
 While his clear Crofs apears, 
 Difolve mv 'Heart hi Thankfulnefs, 
 And melt my Eyes to Tears. 
 
 6. But Drops of grief can ne'er repay 
 
 The Debt of Love we owe ; 
 Here Lord, I give my felf away, 
 'Tis all that I can do. 
 
 H Y INI N V. 
 
 UNBELIEF. 
 
 I . A LL you that love the Lord draw ne v ar, 
 Jl\ To my Complaint pray lend an Ear, 
 And help mc to condole my Grief, 
 For I'm diftreft by Unbelief. 
 
 1. Sometimes I'm fadi a ftupid Clod 
 I doubt the exigence of a GOD; 
 But ftill his Terrors woik my Grief. 
 \\ Idle Hoj>e is drown' d in Unbelief. 
 
 5. When thus I*m fore diftreft all day, 
 
 When evening comes I fain would pray, 
 And bes: for Pardon, nnd Relief; 
 
 But there's no GOD: "fays Unbelief. 
 
 4. But who did all dungs firft create t 
 
 Was 
 
C 7 ) 
 
 Was it not GOD, the Wife and Great ? 
 While thus I would ailwage my Grief, 
 You have no Soul :" fays Unbelief. 
 
 5. But then I make this quick Reply, 
 
 What makes me then afraid to die, 
 And after Death to dread the Grief 
 Which I muft have for Unbelief ? 
 
 6. Behdes the SAVIOUR came to die, 
 
 The Souls of Men to purify ; 
 Which clearly proves for our Relief, 
 That Men have Souls, O Unbelief ! 
 
 7. Bleft be my GOD, that now I fee 
 
 That JESUS gave himfelf for me ; 
 I'll praife his Name, who bore my Grief, 
 And faves my Soul from Unbelief. 
 
 H Y M N VI. 
 
 Christ crucified. 
 
 1- ALL ye that pafs by, 
 -tA. To Jems draw nigh, 
 To you is it nothing that Jefus mould die ? 
 
 2. Your Ranfbm and Peace, 
 Your Surety he is ; 
 
 Come fee if there ever was Sorrow like his. 
 
 3. For what you have done, 
 His Blood doth attone ; 
 
 The Father hath puniili'd for you his dear Son. 
 
 4. The Lord in the Day 
 Of Anger did lay 
 
 Your Sins on the Lamb, and he bore them away. 
 
 $. Ke anfwer'd for All ; 
 Oh, come, at his Call, 
 
 And low at his Crofs with Aftoniihment fall, 
 A 4 6. For 
 
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 6. For you, and for me, 
 He pray'd on the Tree ; 
 
 The Pray'r is accepted, the Sinner is free. 
 
 7. That Sinner am I, 
 Who on Chrift rely, 
 
 And come for the Pardon God will not deny, 
 
 8. My Pardon I claim, 
 A Sinner I am, 
 
 A Sinner believing in Jefus's Name. 
 
 9. He gives me the Grace, 
 Which now I embrace ; 
 
 Oh, Father, thou knoweft he dy'd in my Place. 
 
 10. His Death is my Plea, 
 My Advocate fee, . 
 
 And hear the Blood fpeak that hath anfwer'd for me. 
 
 1 1 . Acquitted I was 
 
 By's Death on the Crofs ; 
 And lofing his Life, he hath carry 'd my Caufe. 
 
 II Y M S VII 
 
 Holy FORTITUDE. 
 
 1, A M I a Soldier of the Crofs ? 
 jtx. A follower of the Lamb ? 
 
 And fliall I fear to own his Caufe ? 
 Or blufh to {peak his Name ? 
 
 2. Muft I be carry* d to the Skies, 
 
 On flow'ry Beis of Eafe ? 
 While others fought to win the Prize, 
 
 And fail'd through bloody Seas ? 
 
 ■;. Are there no Foes for me to face ? 
 
 Mutt ] not ftem the Flood ? ^ 
 
 Js this vile World a Friend to Grace, 
 To help me on to God ? 
 
 4. Sure 
 
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 4. Sure I muft. fight if I would reign i 
 Increafe my Courage Lord : 
 I'll bear the Toil, endure the Pain, 
 Supported by thy Word. 
 
 J. Thy Saints in all this glorious War, 
 Shall conquer though they die ; 
 They fee the Triumph from afar, 
 And feize it with their Eye. 
 
 6. When that illuftrious Day fhall rife. 
 And all thine Armies fhine, 
 In Robes of Vict'ry through the Skies, 
 The Glory fhall be dune. 
 
 H Y IM N VIII. 
 
 Triumph over Dec.lh, in Hope of thj Refureflion* 
 
 1. AND mini; this Body die ? 
 A This mortal Frame decay ? 
 
 And muft thefe acftive Limbs of mine 
 Lie mould'ring in the Clay ? 
 
 2. Corruption, Earth and Worms, 
 
 Shall but refine this Fleih, 
 Till my triumphant Spirit comes 
 To put it on afrefh. 
 
 3. God my Redeemer lives, 
 
 And often from the Skies 
 Looks down, and watches all my Dull, 
 Till he fhall bid it rife. 
 
 4. Array'd in glorious Grace 
 
 Shall thefe vile Bodies mine, 
 And ev'ry Shape, and ev'ry Face, 
 Look heav'iijy and divine. 
 
 5. Thefe lovely Hopes we owe 
 
 A 5 To 
 
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 To Jefus' dying Love ; 
 We would adore his Grace below, 
 And ling his Pow'r above. 
 
 6. Dear Lord, accept the Praife 
 Of thefe our humble Songs, 
 Till Tunes of nobler Sound we raiie 
 With our immortal Tongues. 
 
 HYMN IX. 
 
 For New Tear's Day. 
 
 N D now my Soul, another Year 
 Of thy mort Life is paft ; 
 I cannot long continue here, 
 And this may be my laft. 
 
 2. Much of my dubious Life is gone, 
 
 Nor will return again ; 
 And fwift my palling Moments run > 
 The few that yet remain. 
 
 3. Awake, my foul, with utmoft Care 
 
 Thy true Condition learn ; 
 What are thy Hopes, how lure, how fair, 
 And what thy great Concern ! 
 
 4. Now a new Scene of Time begins, 
 
 Set out afrefh for Heav'n ; 
 Seek Pardon for thy former Sins, 
 In Chrift fo freely giv'n. 
 
 c. Devoutly yield thyfelf to God, 
 And on his Grace depend ; 
 With Zeal purfue the heav'nly Road, 
 Nor doubt a happy End. 
 
 H Y M K X. 
 
 N D why, dear Sa\ 'our, tell me why, 
 Thou thus would'it fuffer, bleed and die r 
 
 what 
 
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C n ) 
 
 What mighty Motives could thee move ? 
 The Motive's plain, 'twas all for Love. 
 
 2. For Love of whom ? Of Sinners bafe, 
 A harden'd Herd, a Rebel Race ; 
 
 That mock'd and trampled on thy Blood, 
 And wanton'd with the Wounds of God. 
 
 3. When Rocks and Mountains rent with Dread, 
 And gaping Graves gave up their Dead : 
 When the fair Sun withdrew his Light, 
 
 And hid his Head to ihun the Sight, 
 
 4. Then ftood the Wretch of human Race, 
 And rais'd his Head and ihew'd his Face, 
 Gaz'd unconceni'd, when Nature fail'd ; 
 And fcoff'd, and fheer'd, and curs'd and rail'd. 
 
 5. Harder than Rocks and Mountains are, 
 More dull than Dirt or Earth by far, 
 
 Man view'd umnov'd thy Blood's rich Stream, 
 Nor ever dream'd it flow'd for him. 
 
 6. Such was that Race of (infill Men, 
 That gain'd that great Salvation then ; 
 Such and fuch only Hill we fee j 
 Such they were all, and fuch are we. 
 
 7. The Jews with Thorns his Temples crown'd, 
 And lafh'd him when his Hands were bound ; 
 But Thorns, and knotted Whips, and Bands, 
 By us were furnhVd to their Hands. 
 
 8. They nail'd him to th' accurfed Tree ; 
 They did, my Brethren, fo did we ; 
 The Soldier piere'd his Side, 'tis true, 
 
 But we have piere'd liim through and through. 
 
 9. Oh Love of unexaiypled Kind ! 
 
 That leaves all Thought fo far behind, 
 
 Where 
 
C 12 ) 
 
 Where Length, and Breadth, & Depth, and Height, 
 Are loft to my aftoniih'd Sight. 
 
 io. For Love of me the Son of God 
 Drain'd ev'ry Drop of vital Blood ; 
 Long Time I after idols ran, 
 
 But now my God's a martyr'd Man. 
 
 HYMN XI. 
 
 1. A R I S E, O King of Grace, arife, 
 Jl\ And enter to thy Reft ; 
 
 Lo thy Church waits with longing Eyes, 
 Thus to be own'd and bleft. 
 
 2. Enter with all thy glorious Train, 
 
 Thy Spirit and thy Word ; 
 All that the Ark did once contain 
 Could no fuch Grace afford. 
 
 3. Here mighty God, accept our Vows, 
 
 Here let thy Praife be fpread, 
 Blefs the 1 Provifions of thy Houfe, 
 And fill thy Poor with Bread. 
 
 4. Here let the Son of David reign, 
 
 Let God's Anointed ihine ; 
 Juftice and Truth his Court maintain, 
 With Love and Pow'r divine. 
 
 5. Here let him hold a lafting Throne, 
 
 And as his Kingdom grov\ 3, 
 Frefh Honours fliall adorn his Crown, 
 And Shame confound his foes. 
 
 H Y M N XII. 
 
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 ARISE, my tend'reft Thoughts arife, 
 To torrents melt my ftreaming Eyes ! 
 And thou my Heart with Anguifh feel, 
 Thofe Evils which tliou can'ft not heal. 
 
 2. See 
 
C 13 ) 
 
 2. See human Nature funk in Shame ! 
 
 See Scandal pour'd on Jefu's- Name ! 
 The Father wounded through the Son ! 
 The World abus'd, the Soul undone 1 
 
 3. See the fhort Courfe of vain Delight 
 
 Clofing in long and dreadful Night ! 
 In Flames that no Abatement know, 
 The briny Tears for Ages flow. 
 
 4. My God I feel the mournful Scene ; 
 
 My Bowels yearn o'er dying Men ; 
 And fain my Pity would reclaim, 
 
 And liiatch the Fire-brands from the Flame. 
 
 5. But feeble my Companion proves, 
 
 And can L u t weep where moft it loves ; 
 Thine own aU faving Ann employ, 
 And turn the.f e Drops of Grief to Joy. 
 
 H Y M M XIIL 
 
 *. AWAKE, an4 f m g the fong 
 -lx. Of Mofes and «-he Lamb, 
 Wake every Heart a u d e vVy Tongue > 
 To praife the Sav^ ^ r >g No- ie , 
 
 2. Sing of liis dying Lb» c 
 
 Sing of his riling Pow'r, 
 Sing how he intercede s above, 
 For thofe whofe Sim Vi<- l>nre. 
 
 3. Sing till we feel our k ;ttt _ 
 
 Afcending with our Tongues, 
 Sing till the love of Sin departs. 
 And grace infpires our Songs. 
 
 4. Sing on your Heav'nly Vay, 
 
 Ye ranibm'd Sinners fii.o- ; 
 Sing on, rejoicing ev'ry Day^ 
 In Chxift th' eternal Kii 12: . 
 
C i4 ) 
 
 5. Sing till you hear Chrift fay, 
 
 Your Sins are ail t forgiv'n; 
 Sing on rejoicing ev'ry day, 
 Till we all meet in Heav'n. 
 
 6. Soon mall ye hear Chrift fay, 
 
 u Ye blefled Children come ; " 
 
 Soon will he call you hence away, 
 
 And take his Wand'rers home. 
 
 HYMN XIV. 
 
 Morn i 71 g. 
 1 • AWAKE, my Soul, and with the Sun, 
 ^*> Thy daily Stage of Duty run ; . 
 Shake off dull Sloth, and earrw^fr 
 To pay thy morning Sacrifice. 
 
 2. Redeem thy mis-fpent Time that's pall, 
 Live this Day as if 'twere thy laft ; 
 T' improve thy Talents take- due care, 
 'Gainft the great Day thy felf prepare. 
 
 j. Let all thy Converfe be frncere, 
 
 Thy Confcience as the J^oon-Day clear : 
 Think how th' all-feeing G °d thy Ways, 
 And ev'ry fecret Thou4 nt Purveys. 
 
 4. Glory to God, who fa/k hath kept ; * 
 And hath refrtih'd me' w hile I flept ; 
 Grant, Lord, when I, from Death ihall wake, 
 I may of endlefs Life partake. 
 
 f. Direcl:, controul, fuggeft this day, 
 All I defign, or do, <>r fay ; 
 That all my Pow'M with all their Might, 
 In thy fole Glory pay unite. 
 
 6. Praife God, from frhom all Bleflings flow, 
 Praife him all Creates here below ; 
 Praife him above, ye heav'nly.r^ft. 
 
 Praife 
 
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 Praife Father, Son, and Holy Ghoft. 
 
 HYMN XV. 
 
 ASo?ig of Praife for the Birth ofChrift, 
 
 1. AWAY dark Thoughts, awake, my Joy ; 
 xa Awake, my Glory fing ; 
 
 Sing Songs to celebrate the Birth, 
 Of Jacob's God and King. 
 
 2. O happy Night, that brought forth Light, 
 
 Which makes the Blind to fee ! 
 The Day Spring from on high came down, 
 To chear and vifit Thee. 
 
 3. The wakeful Shepherds, near their Flocks, 
 
 Were watchful for the Morn ; 
 But better News from Heav'n was brought, 
 " Your Saviour Chrift is born.'* 
 
 4. " In Bethle'm Town the Infant lies, 
 
 " Within a Place obfcure." 
 O little Bethle'm poor in Walls, 
 But rich in Furniture ! 
 
 f. Since Heav'n is now come down to Earth, 
 Hither the Angels rly ! 
 Hark, how the Heav'iily Choir doth ling, 
 Glory to God on high ! 
 
 6. The News is fpread, the Church is glad, 
 
 Simeon o'ercome with Joy, 
 Sings with the Infant in his Arms, 
 Now let thy Servant die. 
 
 7. Wife Men from far beheld the Star, 
 
 Which was their faithful Guide, 
 Until it pointed for the Babe, 
 And him they glorify' d ; 
 
 $ I While Heaven and Earth rejoice and ling, 
 . Shall 
 
C «6 ) 
 
 Shall we our Chrift deny ? 
 He's bom for us, and we for him; 
 Glory to God on high ! 
 
 HYMN XVI. 
 
 i.T>EFORE Jehovah's awful Throne, 
 X3 Ye Nations bow with facred joy ; 
 Know that the Lord is God alone. 
 He can create, and he deftroy. 
 
 5. His Sov'reign Pow'r, without our Aid, 
 Made us of Clay, and form'd us Men. 
 And when like wandring Sheep we ftray'd 
 He brought us to his Fold again. 
 
 3. We'll crow'd thy Gates with thankful Songs, 
 High as the Heav'ns our Voices raife ; 
 
 And Earth with her ten thoufand Tongues 
 Shall fill thy Courts with founding Praife. 
 
 4. Wide as the World is thy Command, 
 
 Vail as Eternity thy Love ; 
 Firm as a Rock thy Truth muft ftand, 
 When rolling Years mall ceafe to move. 
 
 HYMN XVII. 
 
 The Pkarifee a?id Pub It can, Luke xviii, 10, &c. 
 
 I.TIEHOLD how Sinners difagree, 
 JD The Publican and Pharifee ! 
 One doth his Righteoufneis proclaim, 
 The other owns his Guilt and Shame, 
 
 2. This Man at humble Diftance ftands, 
 And cries for Grace with lifted Hands ; 
 That boldly riles near the Throne, 
 
 And talks of Duties he has done. 
 
 3. The Lord their different Language knows 
 
C 17 ) 
 
 And different Anfwers he beftows ; 
 
 The humble Soul with Grace he crowns, 
 
 Whilft on the Proud his Anger frowns. 
 
 4. Dear Father let me never be 
 Join'd with the boafting Pharifee ; 
 I have no Merits oi my own, 
 
 But plead the Suff 'rings of thy Son. 
 
 HYMN XVIII. 
 
 A fieiu Song to the Lamb that tuasftain, Rev. v. 6, 
 7, 8, 9, 10, 12. 
 
 i.T> EHOLD the Glories of the Lamb 
 -D Amidft his Father's Throne ; 
 Prepare new Honours for his Name, 
 And Songs before unknown. 
 
 2* Let Elders worfhip at his Feet, 
 The Church adore around, 
 With Vials full of Odours fweet, 
 And Harps of fweeter Sound. 
 
 3. Thole are the Prayers of the Saints, 
 And thefe the Hymns they raife : 
 Jefus is kind to our Complaints, 
 He loves to hear our Praife. 
 
 [4, Eternal Father, who fhall look 
 Into thy fecret Will ? 
 Who but the Son mould take that Book,. 
 And open e\°ry Seal ? 
 
 5. He mall fulfill thy great Decrees, 
 
 The Son delerves it well ; 
 Lo, in his Hand the Sov'reign Keys 
 Of Heav'n, and Death and Hell. 
 
 6. Now to the Lamb that once was flain 
 
 Be endlefs Bleffings paid j 
 
 B Salva- 
 
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 Salvation, Glory, Joy remain 
 For ever on thy Head. 
 
 7, Thou haft redeem'd our Souls with Blood, 
 
 Halt fet the Pris'ners free, 
 Halt made us Kings and Priefts to God, 
 And we mall reign with Thee. 
 
 8. The Worlds of Nature and of Grace 
 
 Are put beneath thy Pow'r ; 
 Then fhortcn thefe delaying Days, 
 And bring the promis'd Hour. 
 
 HYMN XIX. 
 
 The Nativity of Chrift Luke i. 30, &c, Luke ii. 
 
 10, &c, 
 
 i.T>EHOLD, the Grace appears, 
 £> The Promife is fulfill'd ; 
 Mary the Wond'rous Virgin bears, 
 And Jefus is the Child. 
 
 [2. The Lord, the higheft God, 
 Calls him his only Son ; 
 He bids him rule the Lands abroad. 
 And gives him David's Throne. 
 
 5. O'er Jacob mail he reign 
 With a peculiar Sway ; 
 The Nations mail his Grace obtain, 
 His Kingdom ne'er decay.] 
 
 4. To bring the glorious News, 
 
 A heav'nly Form appears ; 
 He tells the Shepherds of their Joys, 
 And banilhes their Fears* 
 
 5. Go humble Swains, faid he, 
 
 To David's City Fly, 
 The promis'd Infant born to Day, 
 
 Doth in a Manger lie, 6. With 
 
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 6. With Looks and Hearts ferene, 
 
 Go vifit Chrift your King ; 
 And ftrait a flaming Troop was feen ; 
 The Shepherds heard him hug* 
 
 7, Glory to God on High, 
 
 And heav'nly Peace on Earth, 
 Good Will to Men, to Angels Joy, 
 At the Redeemer's Birth. 
 
 [8» In Worfhip fo divine, 
 
 Let Saints employ their Tongues; 
 With the celeftial Hoft we join, 
 And loud repeat their Songs. 
 
 o. Glory to God on High, 
 
 And heav'nly Peace on Earth, 
 Good Will to Men, to Angels Joy, 
 At our Redeemer's Birth.] 
 
 HYMN XX. 
 
 Love to Enemies : or, the Love of Chrift to Sinners, 
 typified in David, 
 
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 EHOLD the Love, the gen'rous Love, 
 That holy David mows ; 
 Hark ! how his founding Bowels move 
 To his afflidled Foes ! 
 
 2» When they are fick, his Soul complains, 
 And feems to feel the fmart ! 
 The Spirit of the Gofpel reigns, 
 And melts his pious Heart. 
 
 3. How did his flowing Tears condole, 
 
 As for a Brother dead ! 
 And fading mortify'd his Soul, 
 While for their Life he pray'd. 
 
 4. They groan'd, and curs'd him on their Bed, 
 
 B 2 Ye; 
 
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 Yet dill he pleads and mourns ; 
 And double Bleflings on his Head 
 The righteous God returns* 
 
 5, O glorious Type of hev'nly Grace ! 
 
 Thus Chrift the Lord appears; 
 While Sinners curfe, the Saviour prays, 
 And pities them with Tears. 
 
 6. He the true David, Ifr'el's King, 
 
 Bleit and belov'd of God, 
 To fave us Rebels dead in Sin, 
 Paid his own deareft Blood. 
 
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 HYMN XXI. 
 
 Chrift The Fou7idation of the Church. 
 EHOLD the fure foundation Stone, 
 
 Which God in Zion lays, 
 To build our heav'nly Hopes upon, 
 And his eternal Praife* 
 
 2. Choien of God, to Sinners dear, 
 And Saints adore the Name, 
 
 They draft their whole Salvation here, 
 Nor mail they fuffer Shame. 
 
 3. The foolifti Builders, Scribe and rrieft, 
 Rejeift it with Difdain ; 
 
 Yet on this Rock the Church fhall reft, 
 And Envy rage in vain. 
 
 4. What tho' the Gates of Hell withftood 
 Vet mud this Building rife ; 
 
 'Tis thy own Work, almighty God, 
 And wond'ious in our Eyes.. 
 
 HYMN XXII. 
 
 T^t rspenthig Prodigal. 
 1. "O HOLD he Wretch whofe Lull and Wine 
 JD Had wafted his Eftate, He 
 
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 He begs a Share among thd Swine, 
 To tafte the Hulks they eat ! 
 
 2 # "I die with Hunger, here he cries ; 
 "I ftarve in foreign Lands ; 
 " My Fathers Houfe has large Supplies, 
 "And bounteous are his Hands. 
 
 3. "I'll go and with a mournful Tongue 
 
 "Fall down before his Face ; 
 "Father I've done thy Juftice wrong, 
 "Nor can deferve thy Grace/ l 
 
 4. He faid and haften'd to his Home, 
 
 To feek his Father's Love ; 
 The Father faw the Rebel come, 
 And all his Bowels move. 
 
 5. He ran and fell upon his Neck, 
 
 Embrac'd and kifs'd his Son : 
 The Rebel's Heart with Sorrow brake, 
 For Follies he had done. 
 
 6. "Take of his Clothes of Shame and Sin," 
 
 [The Father gives Command] 
 
 "Drefs him in Garments white and clean, 
 
 " With Rings adorn his Hand. 
 
 7. "A Day of Feafting I ordain ; 
 
 "Let Mirth and Joy abound; 
 "My Son was dead, and lives again, 
 Was loft, and now is found. " 
 
 HYMN XXIII. 
 
 The Poof ofBethefda. 
 
 i.T> E SIDE the Gofpel Pool 
 .D Appointed for the Poor ; 
 From Year to Year, my helplefs Soul 
 Has waited for a Cure, 
 
 B 3 2, How 
 
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 2 ¥ How often hare I feen 
 
 The healing Waters move ! 
 And others, round me, ftepping in 
 Their Efficacy prove ! 
 
 3. But my Complaints remain, 
 
 I feel the very fame : 
 As full of Guilt, and Fear, and Pain, 
 As when at firft I came. 
 
 4. O would the Lord appear 
 
 My Malady to heal [ 
 He knows how long I've languiuVd here, 
 And what Diltrefs I feel. 
 
 5. How often have I thought 
 
 Why mould I longer lie ? 
 Surely the Mercy I have fought 
 Is not for fuch as I. 
 
 6. But whither can I go t 
 
 There is no other Pool ; 
 Where Streams of Sov'reign Virtue flow 
 To make a Sinner whole* 
 
 7. Here then, from Day to Day, 
 
 I'll wait, and hope, and try : 
 Can Jefus hear a Sinner pray, 
 Yet fuifer him to die ? 
 
 8. No : He is full of Grace ; 
 
 He never will permit 
 A Soul, that fain would fee his Face, 
 To perifh at his Feet. 
 
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 HYMN XXIV. 
 
 ESTOW, dear Lord, upon our Youth 
 The Gift of faving Grace ; 
 And let the Seed offacred Truth 
 Fall in a fruitful Place. 
 
 2. Grace 
 
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 2 # Grace is a Plant, where'er it grows,, 
 Of pure and Keav'nly Root ; 
 But faireft in the Youngeft fhews, 
 And yields the fweeteit fruit. 
 
 3. Ye carelefs Ones, C hear betimes 
 The Voice of Scv reign Love ! 
 Your Youth is ftain'd with many Crimes, 
 But Mercy reigns above* 
 
 4» True, you are Young, but there's a Stone 
 Within the youngeft Breaft ; 
 Or half the Crimes which you have done 
 Would rob you of your reft. 
 
 5. For you the public Pray'r is made, 
 
 Oh ! join the public Pray'r ! 
 For you the fecret Tear is fhed ; 
 O ftied yourfelves a Tear ! 
 
 6. We pray that you may early prove 
 
 The Spirit's Pow'r to teach : 
 You cannot be too young to love 
 That Jefus, whom we preach. 
 
 HYMN XXV. 
 
 Chrift our Wifdom, Right eousnefs, Salification and 
 Redemption „ 1 Cor. i, 30. 
 
 BELIEVERS own they are but blind 
 They know themfelves Unwife ; 
 But Wifdom in the Lord they find, 
 Who opens all their Eyes. 
 
 2. Unright'ous are they all, when try'd; 
 
 But God himlelf declares, 
 In Jefus they are juftify'd ; 
 His Right'ousnefs is theirs. 
 
 3, That we're Unholy needs no Proof; 
 
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 We fbrely feel the Fall : 
 But Chrift has Holinefs enough 
 To fanclify us all. 
 
 4 . Expos'd by Sin to God's juft Wrath, 
 
 We look to Chrift and view 
 Redemption in his Blood by Faith ; 
 And lull Redemption too . 
 
 5. Some this, fome that, good Virtue teach, 
 
 To redtify the Soul ; 
 But we firft after Jefus reach, 
 And riclily grafp the Whole^ 
 
 6. To Jefus join'd we all that's Good, 
 
 From him, our Head, derive ; 
 We eat his Flefh, we drink his Bloo$, 
 And by and in him live. 
 
 HYMN XXVI. 
 
 The Beatitudes. 
 
 [i. T> LESS'D are the humble Souls that fee 
 JD Their Emptinefs and Poverty : 
 Treafures of Grace to them are giv'n, 
 And Crowns of Joy laid up in Heav'n.] 
 
 [2. Blefs'd are the Men of broken Heart, 
 
 Who mourn for Sin with inward Smart; 
 The Blood of C h r 1 s t divinely flows, 
 A healing Balm for all their Woes,] 
 
 [3. Blefs'd are the Meek, who Hand afar 
 From Rage and P anion* Noife and War; 
 God will fecure their happy State, 
 And plead their Caufe againfl the Great.] 
 
 £4. Blefs'd are the Souls that third for Grace, 
 Hunger and long for Right'oufnefs ; 
 They mail be well fupply'd and fed, 
 With living Streams and living Bread.] 
 
 [5. Blefs'd 
 
[$. Blefs'd are the Men whofe Bowels moVc?, 
 And melt witft Sympathy and love ; 
 From Christ the lord mall they obtain 
 Like Sympathy and Love again.] 
 
 [6. Blefs'd are the Pure, whofe Hearts are clean 
 From the defiling Pow'r of Sin ; 
 With endlefs Pleafure they mall fee 
 A G o d of fpotlefs Purity. "| 
 
 [7. Blefs'd are the Men of peaceful Life, 
 
 Who quench the Coals of growing Strife ; 
 They lhall be call'd the Heirs of Blifs, 
 The Sons of G o d, the G o d of Peace."! 
 
 [8. Blefs d are the Suff 'rers, who partake 
 Of pain and Shame for Jefus fake ; 
 Their Souls lhall triumph in the Lord, 
 Glory and Joy are their Reward,] 
 
 H Y M N XXVII. 
 
 On ths Death of a Saint, 
 
 I.DLESSED are they ( the Scriptures fay ) 
 -D That dying win the Prize, 
 
 For reft they mail, their good works all 
 Do follow them likewife. 
 
 2. Death's but a Sleep, why mould we weep 
 For thofe in Chrift who die ? 
 
 Since this we know to peace they go. 
 And Joys poflels on High. 
 
 3. Altho' to Duft their Bodies muft 
 
 Be turn'd beneath the Clod, 
 Yet they fhall rife above the Skies, 
 And ever live with God. 
 
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 4. Chrift will aloud before the Croud 
 
 Compos'd of Adam's Race, 
 Confefs them dear, who own'd him here. 
 And bore for him Dhgrace, 
 
 5. Robes they mall have that will outbrave 
 
 The Whitenefs of the Snow ; 
 Moft pure and bright, like mining Light ; 
 Such Jefus will beftow. 
 
 6. Then why need we dejected be ? 
 
 Our lofs is their great Gain ; 
 For they mail Hand at Chrift's right Hand, 
 And with their Saviour reign. 
 
 7. Their happy Days are fpent in Praife, 
 
 While here we figh and groan ; ' 
 Could we but fee how bleit they be, 
 'Twould make us ceafe to moan. 
 
 8. If there was End, 'twould Trouble fend, 
 
 And would eclipfe the Joy, 
 But 'tis not fo 3 they'll never go 
 Out of that fweet Employ. 
 
 9. When they've been there ten Million Years, 
 
 And Millions more are done, 
 They've no lefs Days to fing God's Praife 
 Then when they firft begun. 
 
 HYMN XXVIIL 
 
 A biejfid Co/pel. 
 
 1 . DLEST are the Souls that hear and know 
 
 The Gofpel's joyful Sound ; 
 Peact, (hall attend the Path they go, 
 And Light, their Steps furround. 
 
 2. Their Joy mall bear their Spirits up, 
 
 Thro' their Redeemer's Name ; 
 
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 His Righteoufnefs exalts their Hope, 
 Nor Satan dares condemn. 
 
 3. The Lord our Glory and Defence, 
 Strength, and Salvation gives; 
 Ifrael, thy King for ever reigns, 
 Thy God for ever lives. 
 
 HYMN XXIX. 
 
 A Song of Praife for the GofpeU 
 
 I # DLEST be my God that I was born, 
 To hear the Gofpel found ; 
 That I was born to be baptiz'd, 
 And bred on holy Ground : 
 
 2» That I was bred where God appears 
 With Tokens of his Grace ; 
 The Lines are fallen unto me 
 In a mod pleafant Place. 
 
 3. I might have been a Pagan bred. 
 
 Or elfe a veiled Jew, 
 Or cheated with the Al Koran 
 Amongft the Turkifh Crew. 
 
 4. So in a Dung'on dark as Night 
 
 I might have fpent my Days ; 
 But thou haft lent me Gofpel-Light, 
 To thine eternal Praife* 
 
 5. The Sun that rofe up in the Eaft, 
 
 And drove the Shades away, 
 Its healing Wings have reach 'd the Weft, 
 And turn'd the Night to Day, 
 
 6. Bleft be my God for what I fee, 
 
 My God for what I hear, 
 I hear fuch blcfted News from Heav'n 
 Not Earth nor Hell I fear. 
 
 7. 
 
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 7. J hear my Lord for me was born, 
 
 My Lord for m 1 did die, 
 My Lord for me did rile again, 
 And did afcend on High ; 
 
 8. On High he ftands to plead my Caulfe, 
 
 And will return again, 
 And fet me on a glorious Throne, 
 And I with him mail reign. 
 
 HYMN XXX. 
 
 Charity to the Poor : or, Pity f the Affliaed. 
 
 1. IDLEST is the Man whofe Bowels move, 
 *-* And melt with Pity to the Poor ; 
 Whofe Soul, by Sympathizing Love, 
 
 Feels what his Fellow-Saints endure. 
 
 2. His Heart contrives for their Relief, 
 
 More Good than his own Hands can do ; 
 He, in the Time of gen'ral Grief, 
 
 Shall find the Lord has Bowels too. 
 
 3. His Soul fhall live fecure on Earth, 
 
 With fecret Bleflings on his Head, 
 When Draught, and Peftilence, and Dearth, 
 Around him multiply their Dead. 
 
 4. Or if he Languifh on his Couch, 
 
 GOD will pronounce his Sins forgiv'n, 
 Will fave him with a healing Touch, 
 Or take his willing Soul to Heav'n. 
 
 HYMN XXXL 
 
 1. "DLEST is the Man who fhuns the Place 
 
 Where Sinners love to meet ; 
 Who fears to tread their wicked Ways, 
 And hates the Scoffer's Seat ; 
 
 2. Bui: in the Statutes of the Lord 
 
 Has plac'd his chief Delight ; 
 
 By 
 
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 By Day he reads or hears the Word, 
 And meditates by Night, 
 
 3*. (He like a Plant of gen'rous kind, 
 By living Waters fet, 
 Safe from the Storms and blafting Wind, 
 Enjoys a peaceful State, ) 
 
 4. Green as the Leaf, and ever fair 
 Shall his Profeffion mine, 
 While Fruits of Holinefs appear 
 Like Clutters on the Vine. 
 
 J. Not io th' Impious and Unjuft ; 
 What vain Defigns they form ! 
 Their Hopes are blow'n away like Duft, 
 Or Chaff before the Storm. 
 
 6. Sinners in Judgment fhall not ftand 
 
 Amongft the Sons of Grace, 
 When Chrift the Judge at his right Hand, 
 Appoints his Saints a Place. 
 
 7. His Eye beholds the Path they tread ; 
 
 His Heart approves it well ; 
 But crooked Ways of Sinners lead 
 Down to the Gates of Hell. 
 
 HYMN XXXII. 
 
 The Lord's Day ; or, the Refurreftion of Chrift. 
 
 1, "DLEST Mornincr, whofe young dawning Rays 
 
 Behold our rifing God, 
 That faw him triumph o'er the Duft, 
 And leave his dark Abode. 
 
 2. In the cold Prifon of a Tomb, 
 
 The dear Redeemer lay, 
 Till the revolving Skies had brought, 
 The Third, th'appointed Day. 
 
 3. Hell 
 
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 I , Hell and the Grave unite their Force. 
 To hold our God in vain, 
 The fleeping Conqueror arofe, 
 And burft their feeble Chain. 
 
 4^ To thy great Name, Almighty Lord, 
 Thefe facred Hours we pay, 
 And loud Hofannas mall proclaim 
 The Triumph of the Day. 
 
 [5, Salvation and immortal Praife 
 To our Victorious King ; 
 Let Heav'n, and Earth, and Rocks and Seas> 
 With glad Hofannas ring- J 
 
 HYMN XXXIII.- 
 
 The jubelee. 
 
 1. DLOW ye the Trumpet, blow, 
 
 The gladly folemn Sound, 
 Let all the Nations know, 
 
 To Earth's remoteft Bounds 
 The Year of Jubilee is come, 
 Return ye ranfom'd Sinners home* 
 
 2. Exalt the Son of God, 
 
 The all atoning Lamb ; 
 Redemption thro' his Blood 
 To all the World proclaim : 
 The Year, &c. 
 
 3. Ye, who have fold for nought, 
 
 Your Heritage above; 
 Come take it back unbought, 
 The Gift of Jefus Love : 
 The Year, &c. 
 
 The Gofpel Trumpet founds ; 
 Let all the Nations hear, 
 
 And 
 
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 And Earth's remotefl Bounds 
 Before the Throne appear : 
 The Year, &c. 
 
 HYMN XXXIV. 
 
 1. "DRIGHT burning Beam of gofpel Grace 
 
 Hafte Lord, for to difplay ; 
 For to burn up in all thy Saints 
 Their Stubble, Wood, and Hay. 
 
 2. Break forth O Sun of Right'oufnefs 
 
 Unto, the perfect Day ; 
 Hafte Holy One unto thy Throne, 
 Our Jefus, hafte away I 
 
 3. But O, who may abide the Day 
 
 When Zions King fhall reign ? 
 Who may abide, when he the Pride 
 Of all proud Flefh fnall ftain ? 
 
 4. Tremble ye carelefs Ones, that are 
 
 At Eafe in Zion, and 
 Wonder and Stay, becaufe that Day 
 Is very nigh at Hand ; 
 
 5. It now doth dawn ; the glorious Morn 
 
 Begins for to appear j 
 What elfe doth mean thefe Lowings, and 
 Thefe Bleatings which we hear ? 
 
 6. The Saints do ling to Chrift their King, 
 
 Whilft others rage in Pain, 
 Becaufe His bright and dazzling Light 
 Shines thro' the World amain. 
 
 7. Redeemed Ones, fing Praifes, for 
 
 This Fire's but fent to try, 
 And purge your Drofs, that by its Lofs 
 Chrift may yoU purify, 
 
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 HYMN XXXV. 
 
 Few faved: or, The Ahnoft Chrijlians y the Hypo* 
 
 criiesy a?id Apofiate. 
 j. D R O A D is the Road that leads to Death, 
 And Thoufands walk together there ; 
 But wifdom fhews a narrow 'r Path 
 With here and there a Traveller. 
 
 2* t)eny thyfelf, and take thy Crofs, 
 Is the Redeemer's great Command ; 
 Nature muft count her Gold but Drofs, 
 If fhe would gain this heav'nly Land. 
 
 g. The fearful Soul that tires and faints, 
 
 And wslks the Ways of God no more, 
 Is but efteem'd almoft a Saint, 
 And makes his own Deftnuftion fure. 
 
 4. Lord, let not all my Hopes be vain, 
 Create my Heart entirely new, 
 Which Hypocrites could ne'er attain, 
 Which falfe Apoftates never knew* 
 
 HYMN XXXVI. 
 
 1. "DURIED in Baptifm with our Lord, 
 ^ We rife with him, to Life reflor'd : 
 Not the bare Life in Adam loft, 
 
 But richer far ; for more it colt. 
 
 2. Water can cleanfe the Flefh we own ; 
 But Chrift: well knows, and Chrift alone, 
 How dear to him our Cleanling flood, 
 Baptiz'd with Fire, and bath'd in Blood, 
 
 3. Hn was a Baptifm deep indeed, 
 O'er Feet and Body, Hands and Head, 
 He in his Body purg'd our Sin : 
 
 A little Water makes us clean, 
 
 4. Not 
 
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 4* Not but we tafte his bitter Cup ; 
 But only he could drink it up, 
 To burn for us was his Defire : 
 And he baptizes us with Fire. 
 
 5. This Fire will not confume but melt, 
 How foft compar'd with that he felt 1 
 Thus cleans'd from Filth, and purg'dfrom Drofi, 
 Baptized Chriftian, bear the Crofs. 
 
 HYMN XXXVII. 
 
 1. nY what amazing Ways, 
 
 JJ The Lord vouchfafes t'explain 
 The Wonders of his Sov'reign Grace 
 Towards the Sons of Men ! 
 
 2. He fhews us firft, how foul 
 
 Our Natur's made by Sin ; 
 Then teaches the believing Soul 
 The Way to make it clean. 
 
 3. Our Baptifm firft declares, 
 
 What need we've all to cleanfe ; 
 Then fhews that Chrift to all God's Heirs 
 Can Purity difpenfe. 
 
 4. Water the Body laves : 
 
 And if 'tis done by Faith, 
 The Blood of Jefus furely faves 
 The finful Soul from Death. 
 
 5", Water no Man denies ; 
 
 But, Brethren reft not there : 
 'Tis Faith in Chrift that Juftifies, 
 And makes the Confcience clear. 
 
 *> Baptiz*d into his Death, 
 We rife to Life divine. 
 
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 The Holy Spirit works the Faith ; 
 And Water is the Sign. 
 
 HYMN XXXVIII. 
 
 1. T> Y whom was David taught 
 Jk-J To aim the dreadful Blow, 
 
 When he Goliath fought, 
 
 And laid the Gittite low ? 
 Nor Sword nor Spear the Stripling took, 
 But chofe a Pebble from the Brook. 
 
 2. 'Twas Ifrael's God and King, 
 
 Who fent him to the Fjght ; 
 Who gave him Strength to fling, 
 
 And Skill to aim aright, 
 Ye feeble Saints, your Strength endures, 
 Becaufe young David's God is yours, 
 
 3. Who order'd Gideon forth, 
 
 To Storm th' Invaders Camp, 
 With Arms of little Worth, 
 
 A Pitcher and a Lamp? 
 The Trumpets made his coming known, 
 And all the Hoft was overthrown. 
 
 4. Oh! I have feen the Day 
 
 When with a flngle Word, 
 God helping me to fay, 
 
 « My Truft is in the Lord ;' • 
 My Soul has quelld a Thoufand Foes, 
 Fearlefs of all that would oppofe. 
 
 5. But Unbelief, Self- Will, 
 
 Self-Right'oufnefs and Pride; 
 How often do they ileal 
 
 My W eapon from my Side ? 
 , Yet David s lord, and Gideon's Friend, 
 Will help his Servant to the End. 
 
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 HYMN XXXIX. 
 
 1. At A N fuch poor feeble Worms as we 
 V-/ Praife and adore our Saviour's Name? 
 
 Or bring a Tribute, Lord, to thee ? 
 
 Or half thy Pow'r and Love proclaim ? 
 
 2. We (land amaz'd, when we behold 
 
 Thy Glory and thy Beauty, Lord ! 
 Thy Love and Grace can ne'er be told, 
 Which thou to Mortals doft afford. 
 
 3. Yet Lord, we would attempt thy Praife, 
 
 We would exalt thy Holy Name ; 
 Lord, we would walk in thy fweet Ways ; 
 And fing, and tell thy wond'rous Fame, 
 
 4. Fain would our Souls mount up to thee, 
 
 And Feaft forever on thy Love ; 
 And praife the facred Deity, 
 As Angels do that dwell above. 
 
 HYMN XL. 
 
 Refting under the Crop, 
 
 U /CHILDREN of Ifrael fee what Shade, 
 V~> The Crofs does us afford ; 
 It was for weary Travelers made, 
 We thank thee for it, Lord. 
 
 2. Here let us fit, and all prepare 
 
 To fing his worthy Fame ; 
 Who to redeem us fojourn'd here, 
 Chrift Jefus is his name. 
 
 3. We fing thy SufPrings, Wounds and Blood, 
 
 The Virtue of thy Pain : 
 We fing thy Griefs, thou Son of, God, 
 Thou Lamb for Sinners flam, 
 
 *. We hail thee, thou by Jews revil'd, 
 
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 To thee we bow the Knees ; 
 Hail ! very God, the promised Child, 
 The Prophets fang of thee. 
 
 5. While others Praife an unknown God, 
 We each will fing of thee ; 
 " Jefus has wafli'd me in his Blood, 
 And liv'd, and dy'd for me." 
 
 HYMN XLI. 
 
 The VUgrwis Soxg. 
 
 I. /CHILDREN of the heav'nly King, 
 V-/ As ye Journey fweetly ling. 
 Sing your Saviour's worthy praife, 
 Glorious in his Works and Ways ! 
 
 2^ Ye are trav'ling home to God, 
 In the Way the Fathers trod : 
 They are happy now, and ye 
 Soon their Happinefs fhall fee. 
 
 3. O ye banihVd Seed be glad ! 
 
 Chrill our Advocate is made ; 
 Us to fave our Flefh allumes, 
 Brother to our Souls becomes. 
 
 4. Shout ye little Flock, and bleft, 
 
 You on Jefu's Throne mail reft, 
 There your Seat is now prepar,d, 
 There your Kingdom, and Reward. 
 
 5. Fear not Brethren, joyful (land 
 
 On the Borders of your Land; 
 Jefus Chrift, your Father's Son, 
 Bids you joyfully come on. 
 
 6. Lord, obediently we'll go, 
 
 Gladly leaving all below ; 
 Only thou our Leader be, 
 And we Hill will follow thee ! HYMN 
 
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 HYMN XLII. 
 
 1. /CHRIST the Lord is ris'n to Day, 
 \*s Sons of Men and Angels fay ! 
 
 Raife your Joys and Triumphs high, 
 Sing, ye Heav'ns, and Earth reply. 
 
 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 Stone, the Watch, the Seal, 
 
 Chrift hath burft the Gates of Hell : 
 Death in vain forbids his Rise, 
 Chrift hath open'd Paradife. 
 
 4. Lives again our glorious King, 
 
 Where, O D^ath is now thy Sting ? 
 Once he dy'd our Souls to fave, 
 Where's thy Victory, O Gi ave ? 
 
 5. Soar we now where Chrift hath led, 
 
 Foil 'wing our exalted Head ; 
 Made like him, Ii^e him we rife, 
 Ours the Crofs, the Grave, the Skies, 
 
 6. What tho' once we perifh'd all, 
 
 Partners of our Parents Fall ; 
 Second Life 'we all receive, 
 In our heav'nly Adam live, 
 
 7. Hail the Lord of Earth and Heav'n ! 
 
 Praife to thee by both be giv'n ! 
 Thee we Greet Triumphant now, 
 Hail the I .efurrecftion — thou ! 
 
 S. King of GhVy ! Soul of Blifs ! 
 Everlaftin^ Life is this — 
 Thee to J^now — thy Pow'r to prove, 
 Thus to fling, and thus to love. 
 
 C 3 HYMN 
 
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 HYMN XLIII. 
 
 On the Passion. 
 
 I. y^OME, all ye Chofen Saints of God, 
 K^/ That long to feel the cleanfing Blood, 
 In penfive pleafure join with me, 
 To fing of fad Gethfemane. 
 
 3, Gethfemane the Olive Prefs ! 
 
 (And why fo call'd, let Chriftians guefs) 
 Fit Name ! Fit Place! where Vengeance (trove* 
 And grip'd and grappled hard with Love. 
 
 3. 'Twas here the Lord of Life appear'd, 
 
 Andfigh'dj andgroan'dand pray ' d and fear'd ; 
 Bore all incarnate God could bear, 
 
 With Strength enough — and none to fpare. 
 
 4. The Pow'rs of Hell united prefs'd, 
 
 And fqueez'd his Heart, and bruiz'd his Breafl ; 
 What dreadful Conflicts rag'd wihin, 
 
 When Sweat and Blood f orc'd thro* the Skin • 
 
 5. Difpatch'd from Heav'n an Angel ftood, 
 
 Amaz'd to find him bath'd in Blood ; 
 Ador'd by Angels, and obey'd ; 
 
 But lower now than Angels made. 
 
 6. He ftood to ftrengthen, not to fight 
 
 Juftice exacts its utmoft Mite. 
 This Victim Vengeance will \purfue ; 
 He undertook, and muft go through. . 
 
 7. Three favor'd Servants leltnoA far, 
 
 Were bid to wait and water 1 r the war; 
 But Chrift withdrawn, what W) tch we keep ! 
 To< fhun the Sight, they lung in Sleep. 
 
 8. Backwards and forwards thrid 1 he ran, 
 
 As if he fought fome Help from Man ; 
 
 Or 
 
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 Or wifh'd at leatl they would condole 
 ( 'Twas all they could ) his tortnr'd Soul. 
 
 9. Whatever he fought for, there was none ; 
 
 Our Captain fought the Field alone ; 
 'Soon as the Chief to Battle led, 
 That Moment ev'ry Soldier fled. 
 
 10. Myfterious Conflict ! Dark Difguife ! 
 Hid from all Creature's piercing Eyci ; 
 
 Angels aftonifh'd view'd the bcene, 
 And wonder yet what all could mean. 
 
 11. Oh, Mount of Olives ! facred Grove ! 
 
 Oh, Garden, Scene of tragic Love ! 
 "What bitter Herbs thy Beds produce J 
 How rank their Scent 1 How harm their Juice ! 
 
 12. Rare Virtues now thofe Herbs contain : 
 
 The Sav'our fuck'd out all their Bane. 
 My Mouth with thefe if Confcience cram, 
 I'll eat them with the Pafchal Lamb. 
 
 I3 # Oh, Kedron, gloomy Brook, how foul 
 Thy black polluted Waters roll ! 
 No Tongue can tell ( but fome can tafle ) 
 The Filth that into thee was cafl. 
 
 14* In Eden's Garden there was Food 
 Of ev'ry kind for Man, while good ; 
 But, baniftVd thence, we fly to thee, 
 O Garden of Gethfemane, 
 
 HYMN LXIV. 
 
 The Love of Christ fhed abroad i?i the Heart, 
 
 I. pOME, dearefl: Lord, defcend and dwell 
 V_/ By Faith and Love in ev'ry preaft ; 
 Then mail we know, and tafte, and feel 
 The Joys that cannot be exprefs'd. 
 
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 2, Come, fill our Hearts with inward Strength? 
 
 Make our enlarged Souls poflefs, 
 And learn the Height, and Breadth, and Length, 
 Of thine unmeafurable Grace. 
 
 3, Now to the God whofe Pow'r can do 
 
 More than our Thoughts and Wifhes know, 
 Be everlafting Honours done 
 By all the Church, thro' Christ his Son. 
 
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 HYMN LXV. 
 
 OME, defcend, O heav'nly Spirit, 
 Fan each Spark into a Flame, 
 Bieffings let us now inherit, 
 
 Bleflings that we cannot Name, * 
 Whilft Hofannas we are fmging, 
 
 May our Hearts in Rapture move, 
 Feel new Grace in them itill fpringing, 
 Breathe the Air of pureft Love, 
 
 Let us fail in grace's Ocean, 
 
 Float on that unbounded Sea, 
 Guided into pure Devotion, 
 
 Kept from Paths of Error free : 
 On thy heav'nly Manna feeding, 
 
 Screen'd from ev'ry envious Foe ; 
 Love, O Love for Sinners bleeding, 
 
 All for thee we would forego. 
 
 , Keep us, Lord ftill in Communion, 
 
 Daily nearer drawn to thee ; 
 Sinking in the fweeteft Union 
 
 Of that heart-felt Myftery; 
 Keep us fafe from each Delufion, 
 
 Well protected from all Harms ; 
 Free from Sin and all Confufion, 
 
 Circle us within thy Arms* 
 
 HYMN 
 
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 HYMN XLVI. 
 
 Redeeming Love, 
 
 1. ^>rOME heav'nly Love, infpire my Song, 
 V./ With thy immortal Flame ; 
 
 And teach my Heart, and teach my Tongue, 
 The Saviour's lovely Name. 
 
 2. The Saviour! O what endlefs Charms 
 
 Dwell in the blifsful Sound ! 
 Its Influence ev'ry Fear difarms, 
 And fpreads fweet Comfort round, 
 
 3. Here Pardon, Life, and Joys divine, 
 
 In rich Effufion flow, 
 For guilty Rebels loft in Sin, 
 And doom'd to endlefs Woe. 
 
 4. God's only Son, (ftupendous Grace!) 
 
 Forfook his Throne above ; 
 And fwift to fave our wretched Race, 
 He flew on Wings of Love, 
 
 5. Th* Almighty former of the Skies 
 
 Stoop'd to our vile Abode ; 
 While Angels view'd with wondring Eyes, 
 And hail'd th' incarnate God, 
 
 6. O the rich Depths of Love divine I 
 
 Of Blifs, a boundlefs Store : 
 Dear Saviour, let me call thee mine, 
 1 cannot wifh for more, 
 
 7. On thee alone my Hope relies, 
 
 Beneath thy Crofs I fall ; 
 My Lord, my Life, my Sacrifice, 
 My Saviour, and my all, 
 
 ' C 5 . 1 HYMN 
 
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 HYMN XLVII. 
 
 1. /^OME hither ye, that fain would know 
 \^/ Th 1 exceeding Sinfuinefs of Sin : 
 
 Come fee a Scene of matchlefs Woe ; 
 And tell me what it all can mean. 
 
 2. Behold the darling Son of God, 
 
 Bow'd down with Horror to the Ground, 
 Wrung at the Heart, and fweating Blood, 
 His Eyes in Tears of Sorrow drown'd, 
 
 3. See how the Victim panting lies, 
 
 His Soul with bitter Anguim preft, 
 He lighs, he faints, he groans, he cries, 
 Diimay'd, dejected, fhock'd, diftreft. 
 
 4. What Pangs are thefe that tear his Heart ! 
 
 What Burden's this that's on him laid ? 
 What means this Agony of Smart ? 
 
 What makes our Maker han«; his Head * 
 
 5. 'Tis Juftice with its Iron Rod, 
 
 Inflicting; Strokes of Wrath divine : 
 'Tis the vindictive Hand of God, 
 Incens'd at all your Sins, and mine. 
 
 6. Deep in his Breaft our Names were cut, 
 
 Ke undertook our defp'rate Debt, 
 Such Loads of Guilt were on him put, 
 He could but juft fuftain the Weight. 
 
 7. Then let us not ourfelves deceive : 
 
 For while of Sin we lightly deem, 
 Whatever Notions we may have, 
 Indeed we are not much like him. 
 
 H Y M N XLVHl. 
 
 Breathing after the Hoh Spirit ; or, Fervency of 
 
 1 Devotion defired. 
 
 1, pOME, Holy Spirit, Heav'nly Dove, 
 V»/ With all thy quiek'ning Pow'rs, Kin- 
 
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 Kindle a Flame of facred r Love 
 In thefe cold Hearts of ours. 
 
 2, Look, how we grovel here below, 
 
 Fond of thcfe trifling Toys ; 
 Our Souls can neither fly nor go, 
 To reach eternal Joys. 
 
 3. In vain we tune our formal Songs, 
 
 In vain we ftrive to rife ; 
 Hofannas languifh on our Tongues, 
 And our Devotion dies. 
 
 4. Dear Lord ! and ihall we ever lie 
 
 At this poor dying Rate ; 
 Our Love ib faint, fo cold to th<?e ? 
 And thine to us fo great v 
 
 5, Come, Holy Spirit Heav'nly Dove, 
 
 With all thy quick'ning Pow'rs, 
 Come, fhed abroad a Saviour's Love, 
 And that lhall kindle ours. 
 
 HYMN XLIX. 
 
 Defiring to love Christ, 
 
 1, /^tOME let me love; or is my Mind 
 V> Harden'd to Stone, or froze t© Ice I 
 
 I fee the blefled fair one bend, 
 
 And ftoop t' embrace me from the Skies. 
 
 2, O ! 'tis a Tkought would melt a Rock, 
 And make an Heart of Iron move, 
 
 That thofe fweet Lips, that heav'nly Look^ 
 Should feek and wiih a Mortal's love . 
 
 3, I was a Traytor doom'd to Fire, 
 Bound to fuftain eternal pains ; 
 
 He flew on Wings of ftrong Defire, 
 Afliim'd my Guilt, and took my Chains. 
 
 4. Infinite 
 
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 4* Infinite Grace ! Almighty Charms ! 
 
 Stand in amaze. O Earth and Skies ! 
 Jesus the God with naked Arms, 
 Hangs on a Cro(s of Love and dies. 
 
 5, Did Pity ever ftoop fo low, 
 
 Drefs'd in Divinity and Blood I 
 
 Was ever Rebel courted fo 
 
 With Groans of an expiring Gopf 
 
 6. Again he lives, and fpreads his Hands, 
 
 Hands that were nail'd to tor t' ring Smart ; 
 By diefe dear Wounds, fays he : and ftands 
 And prays to clafp me to his Heart, 
 
 7» Sure I muft Love ; or are my Ears 
 
 Still deaf, nor will my Paffions i'nove ; 
 Then let me melt this Heart to Tears : 
 This Heart fhall yield to Death or Love, 
 
 HYMN L. • 
 
 To Jefus Cbrifl. 
 
 1 . f^i O M E let us all unite to praile 
 v^/ The Saviour of Mankind, 
 
 Our thankful Hearts in folemn lays, 
 Be with our Voices join'd. 
 
 2. But how fhall Duft his Worth declare, 
 
 When Angels try in vain ; 
 Their Faces veil when they appear 
 Before the Son of Man. 
 
 3. O Lord, we cannot Silent be, — . 
 
 By Love we are conftrain'd 
 To offer our beft Thanks to Thee, 
 Our Saviour, and our Friend ! 
 
 4. Tho' feeble are our beft Eflays, 
 
 Thy Love will not defpife, 
 
 Our 
 
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 Our grateful Songs of humble Praife, 
 Our well -meant Sacrifice. 
 
 5, Let ev'ry Tongue thy Goodnefs fhow, 
 
 And fpread abroad thy Fame ; 
 Let ev'ry Heart with Praife o'erflow, 
 And blefs thy facred Name ! 
 
 6. Worfhip and Honour, Thanks and Love, 
 , Be to our Jefus giv'n I 
 
 By Men below, — by Holts above, — 
 By all in Eearh and Heav'n [ 
 
 HYMN LI. 
 
 The Tree of Life, 
 
 I. /^O ME, let us join a joyful Tune 
 y*s To our exalted Lord, 
 Ye Saints on High around his Throne, 
 And we around his Board. 
 
 2. While once upon this lower Ground, 
 Weary and faint ye ftood, 
 What dear Refrefhments here ye found, 
 From this immortal Food ? 
 
 3„ The Tree of Life, that near the Throne 
 In Heav'ns high Garden grows, 
 Laden with Grace, bends gently down 
 Its ever fmiling Boughs. 
 
 £4, Hov'ring among the Leaves, there ftands 
 The fweet celeftial Bove ; 
 And Jefus on the Branches hangs 
 The Banner of his Love.] 
 
 [5. 'Tis a young Heav'n of ftrange Delight, 
 While in his Shade we fit; 
 His Fruit is pleafmg to the Sight, 
 And to the Tafte as fweet, 
 
 I 6. New 
 
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 6. New Life it fpreads through dying Hearts, 
 
 And cheers the drooping Mind ; 
 Vigour and Joy the Juice imparts, 
 Without a Sting behind.] 
 
 7. Now let the flaming Weapon ftand, 
 
 And guard all Eden's Trees, 
 There's ne'er a Plant in all that Land, 
 That bears fuch Fruit as thefe. 
 
 8. Infinite Grace our Souls adore, 
 
 Whofe wond'rous Hand has made 
 This living Branch of fov 'reign Pow'r, 
 To raife and heal the Dead* 
 
 HYMN LII. 
 
 CHRIST JESUS, the Lamb of GOD, worjhipped 
 by all the Creation, 
 
 1. f^i OME let us join our chearful Songs 
 V^ With Angels round the Throne ; 
 
 Ten Thoufand Thoufand are their Tongues, 
 But all their Joys are One, 
 
 2. Worthy the Lamb that dy'd they cry, 
 
 " To be exalted thus ; " 
 Worthy the Lamb, " our Lips reply," 
 For he was flain for us. 
 
 3. Jefus is worthy to receive 
 
 Honour and Pow'r Divine ; 
 And Blefling more than we can give, 
 Be, Lord, for ever thine. 
 
 4. Let all that dwell above the Sky, 
 
 And Air, and Earth, and Seas, 
 Confpire to lift thy Glories High, 
 And fpeak thine endlefs Praife. 
 
 5. The whole- Creation join in One, 
 
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 To blefs the facred Name 
 Of him that fits upon the Throne, 
 And to adore the Lamb. 
 
 HYMN LIII. 
 
 The PENITENT THIEF. 
 
 
 COIN 
 
 OME fee the Pow'r of Chrift our King, 
 
 
 hen on the Crofs the Saviour hung, 
 His Grace a dying Thief did bring, 
 
 To own him with his Heart and Tongue. 
 
 2. One Malefactor fcorn'd Chrift's Name, 
 The other did his Sin reprove ; 
 Then faid by Faith to God's dear Lamb: 
 " Remember me O Lord above. 9 ' 
 
 3 # What noble Faith in him appear 'd, 
 That he could trull the dying Lord ! 
 He foon the bleised Jefus heard 
 
 Pronounce this fweet reviving Word : 
 
 4» Amen, this Day thy Soul fhall be 
 " With me in Paradife above." 
 This made the dying Pris'ner free ; 
 Thefe Words were full of boundlefs L 
 
 5. What Comfort did this Speech convey, 
 
 To his poor guilty wretched Mind ! 
 When thus he heard the Saviour fay- 
 Great Peace the Criminal did find. 
 
 6. Thus Jefus Chrift forgave the Thief, 
 
 And fhew'd great Mercy to the Man j 
 So in the midft of Woe and Grief, 
 His Joy and Happinefs began. 
 
 7. O how he lings the Saviour's praife, 
 
 Who took him at the very laft, 
 When he his youthful Strength and Daj 
 Jn Satan's Caufe had fpent and paft ! 
 
 8, Now 
 
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 S. Now he adores God's holy Name, 
 
 And ftands before the Saviours Face ; 
 And will eternally proclaim 
 
 The bound lefs lliches of his Grace ! 
 
 HYMN LIV. 
 
 De firing to praife worthily, 
 
 1. /^r OME thou Fount of ev'ry BleflingJ 
 V^ Tune my Heart to ling thy Grace! 
 Streams of Mercy never ceaiing, 
 
 Call for Songs of loudeft praife ; 
 Teach me fome melodious Sonnet, 
 
 Sung by flaming Tongues above; 
 Praife the Mount — Fin fixt upon it, 
 
 Mount of God's unchanging Love! 
 
 2. Here I raife mine 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 Stranger, 
 
 Wandering from the Fold of God, 
 Ie to refcue me from Danger, 
 
 Interpos'd his precious Blood. 
 
 h, to Grace, how great a Debtor, 
 Daily I'm conftrain'd to be ! 
 t that Grace, Lord, like a Fetter, 
 Bind my wand 'ring Soul to thee ! 
 one to wander, Lord I feel it ! 
 Prone to leave the God I love- 
 
 tere's my Heart— Oh take and feal it! 
 Seal it for. thy Courts above ! 
 
 Oh that Day when freed from Sinning! 
 
 I Ihall fee thy lovely Face ! 
 Clothed in thy Blood-wajh'd Linnen, 
 
 How 
 
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 How I'll fing thy Sov'reign Grace ' 
 Come dear Lord, no longer tarry, 
 
 Take my raptur'd Soul away ; 
 Send thine Angels down to carry 
 
 Me to Realms of endlefs Day. 
 
 $. If thou ever didft difcover, 
 
 To my Faith the promis'd Land, 
 Bid me now the Stream pafs over, 
 
 On the heav'nly Borders ftand ; 
 Now furmount whate'er oppofes, 
 
 And to thine Embrace I '11 fly ; 
 Speak the Word thou fpake to Mofes ; 
 
 Bid me , "Get me up and die." 
 
 HYMN LV. 
 
 I* y^iOME thou long expected Jefus ! 
 V^ Born to fet thy People free ; 
 From our Fears and Sins releafe us, 
 
 Let us find our Reft in thee ! 
 Ifrael's Strength and Confolation, 
 Hope of all the Earth thou art ; 
 Dear Defire of ev'ry Nation, 
 Joy of ev'ry longing Heart ! 
 
 2. Born, thy People to deliver, 
 
 Born a Child, and yet a King ; 
 Born to reign in us for ever, 
 
 Now thy gracious Kingdom bring ! 
 By thine own eternal Spirit, 
 
 Rule in all our Hearts alone ; 
 By thine All -Sufficient Merit, 
 
 Raife us to thy glorious Throne. 
 
 HYMN LVI. 
 
 Invitation, 
 
 rs Poor a 
 
 ounded, 
 
 D Jefu? 
 
 I. POME ye Sinners Poor and Wretched, 
 Weak and Wounded, Sick and Sore, 
 
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 Jefus ready ftands to fave you, 
 Full of Pity, Love and Pow'r ; 
 He is able, 
 
 He is willing ; doubt no more. 
 
 2. Ho! ye Needy, come and welcome, 
 
 God's Free-Bounty glorify, 
 True Belief and true Repentance, 
 Ev'ry 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, 
 'Tis the Spirit's glimm'ring Beam. 
 
 4» Come ye weary, heavy laden, 
 
 Bruis'd and mangled by the Fall; 
 If you tarry till you're better, 
 You will never come at all ; 
 Not the Right'ous, 
 Sinners Jefus came to call. 
 
 5» Agonizing in the Garden, 
 
 Lo, your Maker proftrate lies ! 
 On the bloody Tree behold him, 
 Hear him cry before he dies, 
 « It is finifh'd," 
 Sinner, will not this fuffice? 
 
 6, Lo ! th' incarnate God afcended, 
 Pleads the Merit of his Blood; 
 Venture on him, venture freely, 
 Let no other Truft intrude : 
 None but Jefus, 
 Can do helplels Sinners good. 
 
 7, Saint* 
 
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 7. Saints and Angels join'd in Cone t, 
 Sing the Praifes of the Lamb, 
 While the blifsful Seats of Heaven 
 Sweetly Echo with his Name, 
 Hallelujah ! 
 Sinners here may do the fame. 
 
 HYMN LVIL 
 
 The Difciples at Sea. 
 
 1. /^rONSTRAIN'D by their Lord to embark, 
 V> And venture without him to Sea. 
 
 The Seafon temped' ous and dark, 
 How griev'd the Difciples muft be ! 
 
 But tho' he remain'd on the Shore, 
 He fpent the Night for them in Pray'r ; 
 
 They ftill were as fafe as before, 
 And equally under his Care. 
 
 2. They drove, tho* in vain, for awhile, 
 
 The Force of the Waves to jwithftand; 
 But when they were weary'd with Toil, 
 
 They faw their dear Saviour at hand ; 
 They gladly received him on Board, 
 
 His Prefence their Spirits reviv'd : 
 The Sea became calm at his Word, 
 
 And foon at their Port they arriv'd. 
 
 3. Believers now like them are toft 
 
 By Storm,s of a perilous Deep ; 
 But cannot be poflibly loft 
 
 While Jefus has Charge of the Ship ; 
 Tho^ Billows and Winds are enrag'd, 
 
 And threaten to make them their Sport > 
 This Pilot hath firmly engaged 
 
 To bring them, in Safety, to Port. 
 
 4. If fometimes we ftruggle alone, 
 
 And he is withdrawn from our View, 
 D 2 It 
 
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 It makes us more willing to own 
 We nothing without him can do ; 
 
 Then Satan our Hopes would aflail, 
 But Jefus is ftill within call ; 
 
 And when our poor Efforts quite fail, 
 He comes in good Time, and does all. 
 
 5. Yet, Lord, we are ready to fhrink, 
 
 Unlefs we thy Prefence perceive ; 
 O fave us ( we cry ) or we fink, 
 
 We would, but we cannot believe : 
 The Night has been long and fevere, 
 
 The Winds and the Seas are ftill high ; 
 t)ear Saviour, this Moment appear, 
 
 And fay to our Souls, « It is I !" 
 
 HYMN LVIII. 
 
 The Day of Judgtnent, 
 
 1. TTVAY of Judgment, Day of Wonders! 
 jLJ Hark ! the Trumpet's awful Sound, 
 
 Louder than a Thoufand Thunders, 
 Shakes the vaft Creation round! 
 
 How the Summons 
 
 Will the Sinner's Heart confound '. 
 
 2. See the Judge our Nature wearing, 
 
 Cloth'd in Majefty.. Divine ! 
 You who long for his Appearing, 
 
 Then mall fay, "This God is mine! ,, 
 Gracious Saviour, 
 
 Own me in that Day for thine ! 
 
 3. At Ins Call the Dead awaken, 
 
 Rife to Life from Earth and Sea ; 
 All the Pow'rs of Nature fhaken 
 
 By his Look, prepare to thee : 
 Carelefs Sinner, 
 
 What will then become of thee i 4. Hor- 
 
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 4. Horrors paft Imagination, 
 
 Will furprize your trembling Heart, 
 When you hear your Condemnation , 
 
 •' Hence, accurfed Wretch depart ! 
 « Thou with Satan 
 
 "And his Angels, have thy Part!" 
 
 5. Satan, who now tries to pleafe you 
 
 Left you timely Warning take, 
 When that Word is paft, will feize you, 
 
 Plunge you in the burning Lake : 
 Think, poor Sinner, 
 
 Thy eternal All's at Stake ! 
 
 6. But to thofe who have confefled, 
 
 Lov'd and ferv'd the Lord below ; 
 He will fay, M Come near ye Blefled, 
 
 " See the Kingdom I bettow ; 
 u You for ever 
 
 " Shall my Love and Glory Know," 
 
 7* Under Sorrows and Reproaches, 
 
 May this Thought your Courage raife I 
 
 Swiftly God's great Day approaches, 
 Sighs mail then be chang'd to Praife: 
 
 We fliall Triumph 
 
 When the World is in a Blaze. 
 
 HYMN LIX. 
 
 A dying Saint 1 s Farewell. 
 
 i, irjEAR Friends farewell, I go to dwell 
 ^ With Jefus Chrift, on High ; 
 There for to fing, Praife to my King, 
 To all Eternity. 
 
 2. While I've been here you have been dear, 
 I've always found you kind ; 
 But now thro' Grace, 1 quit this Place, 
 And leave you all behind. . 
 
 D 3 3. Weep 
 
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 3« Weep not for me, for here yon fee 
 My Trials have been great ; 
 But now ( 'tis true ) I bid adieu, 
 And change my mournful State. 
 
 4. 'Twill not be long before the Throng 
 
 Will all together be ; 
 And you that know the Lord, below, 
 Shall then your Saviour fee. 
 
 5. There we fhall join in Songs divine, 
 
 God's holy Name fhall Praife ; 
 And view thrift's Smiles, forget the Toils 
 Of thefe few evil Days. 
 
 6. There we fhall ftand at his right Hand, 
 
 And in his Prefence dwell ; 
 
 And him adore, for ever more, 
 
 So Brethren, now farewell. 
 
 HYMN LX. 
 
 Cod the only Refuge in Trouble, 
 
 i, T^EAll Refuge of my weary Soul, 
 On thee when Sorrows rife ; 
 On thee, when Waves of Trouble roll, 
 My fainting Hope relies, 
 
 2. While Hope revives, tho* prefs'd with Fean, 
 
 And I can fay, " My God," 
 Beneath thy Feet I fpread my Cares, 
 And pour my Woes abroad, 
 
 3. To thee I tell each rifing Grief, 
 
 For thou alone canfl heal ; 
 Thy Word can bring a fweet Relief, 
 For ev'ry Pain I feel. 
 
 4, But 
 
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 4. But oh! when gloomy Doubts prevail 
 
 I fear to call thee mine; 
 The Springs of Comfort feem to fail, 
 And all my Hopes decline. 
 
 5. Yet gracious God, where mail I flee I 
 
 Thou art my only Truft ; 
 And ftill my Soul would cleave to thee, 
 Tho' proftrate in the Dull. 
 
 6. Haft thou net bid me feek thy Face ? 
 
 And fliall I feek in vain ? 
 And can the Ear of Sov'reign Grace 
 Be deaf when I complain ? 
 
 7. No, ftill the Ear of Sov'reign Grace 
 
 Attends the Mourner's Pray'r j 
 O may I ever find Accefs, 
 
 To breathe my Sorrows there. 
 
 8. Thy Mercy-Seat is open ftill; 
 
 Here let my Soul retreat, 
 With humble Hope attend thy Will, 
 And wait beneath thy Feet, 
 
 HYMN LXL 
 
 1. T"\EAR Lord, how wond'rous is thy Love 
 jlJ To fuch unworthy Worms as wej 
 
 Thou haft fent down the heav'nly Dove, 
 To fet our Souls at Liberty, 
 
 2. We that were doom'd to Woe and Pain, 
 
 Expos'd to Death of ev'ry kind, 
 Thro' Jefus Chrift, the Lamb once flain, 
 Do Life, and Peace, and Pardon find. 
 
 3. Shall \ve forget our Saviour's Grace, 
 
 Who ; dy'd to fave our guilty Souls, 
 And bring us to his Father's Face, 
 
 Where endlefs Peace and Pleafure rolls ? 
 D 4 4 . Forbid, * 
 
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 4, Forbid, O Lord, each wand'ring Thought, 
 
 May Chrilt be all in our Kfteem ; 
 Let earthly Things be all forgot, 
 
 And counted Lois, compar'd with him* 
 
 5, Lord Jefus, make us bear in Mind 
 
 Thy rich, thy pure redeeming Love, 
 Till we mall be for ever join'd 
 
 With thofe that ling thy Praife above.. 
 
 6, Then Ihall we (land before thy Face, 
 
 And Shout with all the ranfom'd Throng ; 
 Our Cry Ihall be, "Free Grace, Free Grace," 
 While endlefs Ages roll along, 
 
 HYMN LXII. 
 
 Advances of Heaven : or, a Saint prepared to die, 
 
 [1, TH\EATH may diflolve my Body now, 
 jL/ And bear my Spirit home; 
 Why do my Minutes move fo flow, 
 Nor my Salvation come ? 
 
 1. With Heav'nly Weapons I have fought 
 The Battles of the Lord, 
 FiniuYd my Courfe and kept the Faith, 
 And wait the fure Reward.] 
 
 3. God has laid up in Heav'n for me 
 
 A Crown which cannot fade ; 
 The right'ous Judge of that great Day- 
 Shall place it on my Head. 
 
 4. Nor hath the King of Grace decreed 
 
 This Prize for me alone ; 
 But all that love, and long to fee 
 Th* Appearance of his Son. 
 
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 5, Jefus, the Lord, fhall guard me fafe 
 
 From ev'ry ill Defign ; 
 And to his heav'nly Kingdom take 
 This feeble Soul of mine. 
 
 6. God is my everlafting Aid, 
 
 And Hell lhall rage in vain ; 
 
 To him be higkefr. Glory paid. 
 
 And endlefs Praife. AMEN. 
 
 HYMN LXIII. 
 
 Death dreadful or delightful, 
 
 1. 'pvEATH! >Tis a melancholy Day, 
 JL^ To thofe that have no God, 
 
 When the poor Soul is forc'd away 
 To feek her laft Abode. 
 
 2, In vain to Heav'n fhe lifts her Eyes, 
 
 But Guilt, a heavy Chain, 
 Still drags her downward from the Skies, 
 To Darknefs, Fire and Pain. 
 
 3 # Awake, and mourn, ye Heirs of Hell, 
 Let ftubborn Sinners fear ; 
 You muft be driv'n from Earth, and dwell 
 A long for ever there. 
 
 4. See how the Pit gapes wide for you, 
 
 And flames m your Face ; 
 And thou, my Soul, look downwards too, 
 And fing recov'ring Grace. 
 
 5. He is a God of Sov'reign Grace, 
 
 That promis'd Heav'n to me ; 
 And taught my Thoughts to foar above, 
 Where happy Spirits be. 
 
 6. Prepare me, Lord, for thy right Hand, 
 
 Then come the joyful Day, 
 
 D 5 Come 
 
C S 8 ) 
 
 Come Death and fome celeftial Band, 
 To bear my Soul away* 
 
 HYMN LXIV. 
 
 i» "TJESERTERS, to the Camp return, 
 Refume your former Poft, 
 Bewail your Crimes, your Bafenefs mourn ; 
 For yet ye are not loft. 
 
 2. Your's is a fad, a dang'rous Cafe, 
 
 Be humble, and repent , 
 Mercy you'll find, tho e'er fo bafe, 
 The Moment you relent, 
 
 3. Sinners are fav'd by Jefu's Blood, 
 
 How vile fo e'er they be ; 
 
 Eternal Life's the Gift of God ; 
 
 And Gifts are always free. 
 
 4. 'Tis not by Works of Right'ousnefs 
 
 Which any Man has done ; 
 But God has fent his Son to blefs ; . 
 Return, and kifs the Son. 
 
 HYMN LXV. 
 
 1. T) I D our I M M A N U E L die for us, 
 
 To fave fuch poor rebellious Men ? 
 Did he difplay his Pity thus, 
 
 That we might eome to G O D again? 
 
 2. All human Language wants a Name, 
 
 For this imfathom'd wond'rous Love: 
 This pure Immortal fervent Flame, 
 Sprang only from the GOD above. 
 
 3. What can we add ? Our Speech is faint ; 
 
 We fink beneath the pond'rous Load : 
 This Love no Eloquence can paint; 
 'Tis grand ! 'tis worthy of a GOD. 
 
 4, O'er- 
 
( 59 ) 
 
 4> O'erwhelm'd with this Abyfs of Love, 
 We ftand aftonifh'd at the Grace, 
 That brought the Saviour from above, 
 To die for all the fallen Race 1 
 
 5. Bid our IM MANUEL die for us \ 
 What more can be by Sounds expreft? 
 For Sinners CHRIST was made a Curie : 
 Eternity muft tell the reft. 
 
 HYMN LXVI. 
 
 1. "T\ISCIPLES of Chrift 
 
 ^ Ye Friends of the Lamb ; 
 Attend, and aflift 
 
 In finging his Fame : 
 Eternal Thankfgiving 
 
 The Faithful mould pay, 
 The Living, the Living, 
 As we do this Day. 
 
 2 # A Body of Clay 
 
 He humbly put on, 
 And then took away 
 
 The Sin we had done ; 
 And in it endured 
 
 The Wrath to us due, 
 The Curfe we incurred, 
 
 Our Stripes and our Woe. 
 
 3. Not only he dy'd, 
 
 But alfo arole ; 
 Laid Weaknefs afide, 
 
 And over his Foes, 
 (Sin, Death and the Devil,) 
 
 He triumphM, and o,er 
 
 This World, and all Evil, 
 Dominion and Pow'r. 
 
 4. o 
 
 r. 
 
( 6o) 
 
 jl. O merciful Lamb, 
 
 Who (its on the Throne, 
 We bow at thy Name, 
 
 The Saviour we own, 
 Deferving our Bleffing, 
 
 And Bleffing we'll give, 
 Without ever ceafing, 
 
 So long as we live, 
 
 HYMN LXVII. 
 
 Difrzifiott. 
 
 i. "pvlSMISS us with thy Bleffing Lord, 
 LJ Help us to feed upon thy Word. 
 All that has been amifs forgive ; 
 And let thy Truth within us live. 
 
 2> Tho' we are guilty thou art good, 
 
 Wafh all our Works in Jefu's Blood. 
 Give ev'ry fetter'd Soul Releafe ; 
 And bid us all depart in Peace. 
 
 HYMN LXVIIf. 
 
 Before Servian* 
 
 l 4 "pxOES it not Grief and Wonder move, 
 JLJ To think of Ifrael's dreadful Fall ! 
 Who needed Miracles to prove ! 
 
 Whether the Lord were God or Baal ! 
 
 2, Methinks I fee Elijah (land, 
 
 His Features glow with Love and Zeal, 
 In Faith and Pray'r he lifts his Hand, 
 And makes to Heav'n his great Appeal. 
 
 3. « Oh, GOD, if I thy Servant am 
 
 It is thy Menage fills my Heart, 
 Now glorify thy holy Name, 
 
 And mew this People who thou art." 
 
 4, He 
 
( 6i ) 
 
 4. He fpoke, and lo, a fudden Flame 
 
 Confum'd the Wood, the Dull, the Stone, 
 The People (truck, at once proclaim : 
 
 "The LORD is GOD, the LORD alone." 
 
 5. Like him we mourn an awful Day, 
 
 When more for Baal than God appear; 
 Like him, Believers, let us pray, 
 And may the GOD of Ifrael hear. 
 
 6. Lord ! if thy Servant fpeaks thy Truth, 
 
 If he indeed is fent by thee, 
 Confirm the Word to all" our Youth, 
 And let them thy Salvation fee. 
 
 7. Now may the Spirit's holy Fire 
 
 Pierce ev'ry Heart that hears thy Word 3 
 Confume each hurtful vain Defire, 
 
 And make them know thou art the LORD, 
 
 HYMN LXIX. 
 
 Believers burled with CHRIST in Baptlfm. 
 
 *• T^° we not know that folemn Word, 
 A-/ That we are bury'd with the L o r d ; 
 Baptiz'd into his Death, and then 
 Put off the Body of our Sin? 
 
 2. Our Souls receive diviner Breath, 
 Rais'd irom Corruption, Guilt, and Death: 
 So from the Grave did Christ arife, 
 And lives to G o d above the Skies. 
 
 3. No more let Sin or Satan reign, 
 Over our mortal Flefh again: 
 The various Lufts we ferv'd before, 
 Shall have Dominion now no more. 
 
 H Y M N 
 
( 6z ) 
 HYMN LXX. 
 
 Every Creature at GOD's Command, 
 
 1. TTpLIJAH's Example declares, 
 
 -XL* Whatever Diitrefs may betide, 
 The Saints may commit all their Cares 
 ♦ To him who will always provide, 
 When Rain long withheld from the Earth, 
 
 Occafion'd a Famine of Bread ; 
 The Prophet, fecur'd from the Dearth, 
 By Ravens was conftantly fed. 
 
 2. More likely to rob than to feed, 
 
 Are Ravens who live upon Prey ; 
 But where the LORD'S People haye Need, 
 
 His Goodnefs will find out a Way: 
 This Inftance to thofe may feem ftrange, 
 
 Who know not how Faith can prevail; 
 But fooner all Nature fhall change, 
 
 Than one of GOD's Promifes fail. 
 
 3. Nor is it a fingular Cafe ; 
 
 The Wonder is often renew 'd ; 
 And many may fay to GOD's Praife, 
 By Ravens he fendeth them Food. 
 Thus Worldlings, tho 1 Ravens indeed, 
 
 Tho' greedy and felfiih their Mind, 
 If GOD has a Servant to feed, 
 
 Againft their own Wills can be kind. 
 
 4. Thus Satan, the Raven, unclean, 
 
 That croaks in the Ears of the Saints, 
 O'er-rul'd by a Power unfeen, 
 
 Adminifters oft to* their Wants ; 
 GOD teaches them how to find Food, 
 
 From all the Temptations they feel j 
 This Raven who thirds for my Blood, 
 
 Has help'd me to many a Meal. 
 
 5 t How 
 
( <*3) 
 
 5« How fafe and how happy are they 
 
 Who on the good Shepherd rely! 
 He'll give them out Strength for their Day, 
 
 Their Wants he will iurely fupply, 
 He Ravens and Lions can tame ; 
 
 All Creatures obey his Command : 
 Then let me rejoice in his Name, 
 
 And leave all my Cares in his Hand, 
 
 HYMN LXXI. 
 
 The Deity and Humanity of Christ, John i. *> 3> 
 14, and Col. i. 16. and Eph. iii. 9, io, 
 
 1. T7 ,, ER the blue Heav'nswereftretch'd abroad, 
 -L From Everlafling was the Word; 
 
 With God he was ; the Word was God, 
 And muft divinely be ador'd. 
 
 2. By his own Pow'r were all Things made;. 
 
 By him fupported, all Things ftand; 
 He is the whole Creation's Head, 
 And Angels fly at his Command. 
 
 3. E'er Sin was born, or Satan fell, 
 
 He lead the Hoft of Morning- Stars ; 
 ( Thy Generation who can tell, 
 
 Or count the Number of thy Years • ) 
 
 4. But lo, he leaves thofe heav'nly Forms ; 
 
 The Word defcends and dwells in Clay, 
 That he may hold Converfe with Worms, 
 Dreft in fuch feeble Fleih as they. 
 
 5. Mortals with Joy beheld his Face, 
 
 Th' Eternal Father's only Son ; 
 How full of Truth ! how full of Grace ! 
 When thro* his Eyes the Godhead fnone* 
 
 6. Arch- 
 
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 6. Arch- Angels leave their high Abode, 
 To leam new Myfl'ries here, and tell 
 The Love of our defcending God, 
 The Glories of EMANUEL. 
 
 HYMN LXXIII. 
 
 1. T^TERNAL God, thy Pow'r make known,- 
 m j Make the whole Earth confefs 
 
 That thou art God, and thou alone 
 Doft rule in Right'oufnefs. 
 
 2. May the whole Earth thy Glory fee, 
 
 And thy Salvation know ; 
 And to thy Saints, who wait for thee, 
 Thy Works and Wonders mow. . 
 
 3. Lord Jefus, come, and take thy Pow'r, 
 
 And rule us by thy Grace : 
 We wait for that expected Hour 
 When we mail fee thy Face. 
 
 4. Our Souls are longing for the Day 
 
 When Jefus mall be King ; 
 When he our ftubborn Sins mail flay, 
 And we his Praife mail fing. 
 
 5. Our Hearts rejoice in Jefu's Name, 
 
 His Word forbids our Fear ; 
 We love his Gofpel to proclaim 
 That all Mankind may hear. 
 
 6. But deareft Lord, let us enjoy 
 
 That everlafling Peace, 
 That nothing ever fhall deftroy, 
 Nor caufe it to decreafe. 
 
 7» Lord here we wait to know thy Will, 
 And to obey the fame, 
 May we our Courfe on Earth fulfil, 
 In Honour to thy Name, 
 
 HYMN 
 
( *S ) 
 f HYMN LXXIII. 
 
 Praife to the Creator. 
 
 1. TfTERNAL Majefty on High, 
 
 m d Thou God of Pow'r and Love, 
 Thy Hands have fpread the ftarry Sky, 
 And form'd the world above. 
 
 2. This Globe below mews forth thy Might, 
 
 Thy Goodnefs and thy Skill ; 
 The Sun, the Moon, the Day, and Night, 
 Thy Pleafure do fulfill, 
 
 3. Beafts, Birds, Fifh, Infects all declare 
 
 Thou art the mighty God ; 
 Fire, Hail and Storms, Earth, Water, Air, 
 Declare thy Name abroad. 
 
 4. Trees, Mountains, Rivers, Rocks and Plains, 
 
 Gardens, and fruitful Lands, 
 Proclaim, "The God of Goodnefs reigns/' 
 And will while Nature ftands. 
 
 5. All Things below, and all above, 
 
 God, Wife, Good, Great proclaim j 
 Then let the Children of his Love 
 Delight to blefs his Name* 
 
 6. The heav'nly Father, and the Son, 
 
 And Spirit we adore ; 
 s Tis now as 'twas when Time begun, 
 And mail be evermore. 
 
 HYMN LXXIV. 
 
 Chrift the Beloved defcribed. 
 
 1, TpAIR Salem's Daughters aik to know 
 Jl Why I mould love my Jefus fo ; 
 
 E What 
 
( 66 ) 
 
 What are his Charms, fay they, above 
 The Objects of another's Love ? 
 
 2* Yes, my Beloved, to my Sight 
 
 Shews a fweet Mixture, Red and White; 
 All human Beauties, all Divine, 
 In my Beloved meet and mine* 
 
 5. White is his Soul, from Blemifh free ; 
 Red was his Blood he fried for me; 
 The Faireft of ten Thoufand Fairs ; 
 A Sun among ten Thoufand Stars. 
 
 4. His Head the fin eft Gold excels ; 
 
 There Wifdom in Perfection dwells, 
 And Glory, like a Crown, adonis 
 
 Thofe Temples once befet with , Thorns* 
 
 5. Companions in his Heart are found, 
 
 Hard by the Signals of his Wound ; 
 His Sacred Side no more mall bear 
 The cruel Scourge, the piercing Spear. 
 
 6. His Hands are fairer to behold 
 
 Than Diamonds fet in Rings of Gold ; 
 Thofe heav'nly Hands that on the Tree 
 Where nail'd, and torn, and bled for me. 
 
 7. Tho' once he bow'd his feeble Knees, 
 
 Loaded with Sins and Agonies, 
 Now on the Throne of his Command, 
 His Legs like Marble Pillars ftand. 
 
 8. His Eyes are Majefty and Love, 
 
 The Eagle temper'd with the Dote ; 
 No more mall trickling Sorrows roll, 
 Thro' thofe dear Windows of his Soul # 
 o. His Mouth that pour'd out long Complaints 
 Now fmiles, and chears his fainting Saints ; 
 His Countenance more graceful is 
 Than Lebanon with all its Trees. 
 
 10. All 
 
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 I©, All over Glorious is my Lord, 
 Muft be belov'd, and yet ador'd; 
 His Worth if all the Nations knew 
 Sure ev'ry one would Love him too. 
 
 HTMN LXXV. 
 
 Cod glorious } arid Sinners faved. 
 
 1. p A T H E R, how wide thy Glory mines'. 
 JL How high thy Wonders rife ! 
 
 Known thro' the Earth by Thoufand Signs, 
 By Thoufands thro' the Skies, 
 
 2. Thofe mighty Orbs proclaim thy Pow'r; 
 
 Their Motions fpeak thy fkill, 
 And on the Wings of ev'ry 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, 
 The Imprefe of thy Feet. 
 
 4. But when we view thy grand Defign 
 
 To fave rebellious Worms, 
 Where Wifdom, Pow'r and Goodnefs fhine, 
 In their moft glorious Forms. 
 
 5. Our Thoughts are loft in rev'rend Awe; 
 
 We Love, and we adore, 
 
 The holy Angels never faw 
 
 So much of G o d before. 
 
 <$. Here God hath made his Nature known, 
 And Thought can never trace, 
 Which of his Glories brighteft fhone, 
 tn our Redeemer's Face. 
 
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( 68 ) 
 
 j. O the fweet Myft'ries of that Crofs 
 Where Jefus lov'd and dy'd, 
 Her nobleft Life my Spirit draws 
 From his dear wounded Side. 
 
 8. Now the full Glories of the Lamb 
 Adorn the heav'nly plains ; 
 Sweet Cherubs learn Emmanuel's Name, 
 And try their choicelt Strains, 
 
 p. O may I bear Tome humble Part 
 In that immortal Song ! 
 Wonder and joy mall tune my Heart, 
 And Love command my Tongue. 
 
 HYMN LXXVI. 
 
 i . tji A T H E R, I ftretch my Hands to thee, 
 Jl No other Help I know; 
 If thou withdraw thyfelf from me, 
 Ah 1 whither fliall I go ? 
 
 2, What did thine only Son endure, 
 
 Before I drew my Breath I 
 What Pain, what Labour to fecure 
 My Soul from endlefs Death ! 
 
 3, O Jefu, could I this believe, 
 
 I now mould feel thy Pow'r; 
 Now my poor Soul thou would'ft retrieve, 
 Nor let me wait one Hour. 
 
 4, Author of Faith, to thee I lift 
 
 My weary, longing Eyes ; 
 O let me now receive that Gift ! 
 My Soul without it dies ! 
 
 HYMN LXXVII. 
 
 ATHER of faithful Abra'm, hear 
 Our earneft Suit for Abra'ms Seedf 
 
 Juftly 
 
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 Juftly they claim the fbfted Fray'r 
 From us, adopted in their Stead : 
 
 Who Mercy through their Fall obtain, 
 And Chrift by their Rejection gain, 
 
 2. Outcafts from thee, and fcatter'd wide 
 
 Through ev'ry Nation under Heav'n, 
 Blafpheming whom they crucify'd, 
 
 Unfav'd, unpity'd, unforgiv'n ; 
 
 Branded. like Cain, they bear the Load, 
 Abhorr'd of Men, and curs'd of God. 
 
 3. But haft thou finally forfook, 
 
 Forever caft thy own away ? 
 Wilt thou not bid the Murd'rers look 
 
 On him they piere'd, and weep and pray ? 
 Yes gracious Lord, thy Word is pall : 
 All Ifrael mail be fav'd at laft. 
 
 4. Come then, thou great Deliv'rer come ! 
 
 The Veil from Jacob's Heart remove .' 
 Receive thy ancient People Home ; 
 
 That quicken'd by thy dying Love, 
 The World may their Reception find, 
 Life from the Dead for all Mankind. 
 
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 HYMN LXXVIIL 
 
 B apt if? A'. 
 
 A T H E R of Heav'n, we Thee addrefs 
 ( Obedience is our View ) 
 Accept us in thy Son; and blefs 
 The Work we have to do. 
 
 2. Jefus, as Water well appli'd, 
 Will make the Body clean ; 
 So in the Fountain of thy Side, 
 Warn thou the Soul from Sin. 
 
 Eg 3. Celedial 
 
( 70) 
 
 3* Celeftial Dove, defcend from High, 
 And on the Water brood ; 
 And with thy quick'ning Pow'r apply 
 The Water and the Blood, 
 
 4» Great God, Three-One, again we call 
 
 And our llequefts renew, 
 
 Accept in Chrift ; and blefs withall 
 
 The Work we've now to do. 
 
 HYMN LXXIX. 
 
 The promised Land, 
 
 1. T7* A R from thefe narrow Scene? of Night # 
 Jl Unbounded Glories rife, 
 
 And Realms of infinite Delight, 
 Unknown to Mortal Eyes. 
 
 2. There Pain and ficknefs never come, 
 
 And Grief no more complains; 
 Health triumphs in Immortal BJoom, 
 And endlefs pleafure reigns. 
 
 3. No Clouds thofe blifsful Regions know, 
 
 Eor ever bright and fair ! 
 For Sin, the Source of mortal Woe, 
 Can never enter there, 
 
 4. There no alternate Night is known, 
 
 Nor Sun's faint fickly Ray ; 
 But Glory from the facred Throne 
 Spreads everlafting Day. 
 
 5. O may the heav'nly Profpect fire 
 
 Our Hearts with ardent Love, 
 Till Wings of Faith, and ftrong Defire, 
 Bear ev'ry Thought above. 
 
 6, Prepare 
 
6, Prepare us, Lord, by Grace Divine, 
 For thy bright Courts on High; 
 Then bid our Spirits rife and join 
 The Chorus of the Sky,. 
 
 1 F 
 
 HYMN LXXX. 
 
 ROM all that dwell below the Skies, 
 Let the Creator's Praife arife ; 
 Let the Redeemer's Name be fang, 
 Thro' ev'ry Land, by ev'ry Tongue. 
 
 Eternal are thy Mercies, Lord; 
 
 Eternal Truth attends thy Word : 
 Thy Praife fliall found from Shore to Shore, 
 Till Suns mail fet and rife no more. 
 
 HYMN LXXXI. 
 
 Queen of Sbeba. 
 ROM Sheba a diftant Report 
 
 F 
 
 Of Solomon's Glory and Fame, 
 Invited the Queen to his Court, 
 
 But all was outdone when fhe came ; 
 She cry'd with a pleafing Surprize, 
 
 When firft me before him appear'd, 
 t€ How much what I fee with my Eyes, 
 
 " Surpafles the Rumour I heard." 
 
 2. When once to Jerufalem come, 
 
 The Treafure and Train flie had brought ; 
 The Wealth fhe poflefled at home, 
 
 No longer had Place in her Thought; 
 His Houfe, his Attendants, his Throne, 
 
 All ftruck Her with Wonder and Awe ; 
 The Glory of Solomon fhone 
 
 In every Object flie faw* 
 
 3. But Solomon moft fhe admir'd, 
 
 Whofe Spirit conducted the Whole , 
 
 E 4 His 
 
C 7* ) 
 
 His Wifdom, which God had infpir'd, 
 His Bounty and Greatnefs of Soul ; 
 
 Of all the hard Queftions me put, 
 A ready Solution he fhew'd ; 
 
 Exceeded her Wifh and her Suit, 
 
 And more than fhe afk'd him, beftow'd. 
 
 4. Thus J when the Gofpel proclaim'd 
 
 The Saviour's great Name in my Ears, 
 The Wifdom for which he is fam'd, 
 
 The Love which to. Sinners he bears; 
 I long'd, and I was not deny'd, 
 
 That I in his Prefence might bow ; 
 I faWj and transported I cry'd, 
 
 " A greater than Solomon Thou !" 
 
 5. My Confcience no Comfort could find, 
 
 By Doubt and hard Queftions oppos'd; 
 But he reftor'd peace to my Mind, 
 
 And anfwer'd each Doubt I propos'd ! 
 Beholding me poor and diftrefs'd, 
 
 His Bounty fupply'd all my Wants ; 
 My Pray'r could have never exprefs^d 
 
 So much as this Solomon grants, 
 
 6. I heard, and was flow to believe, 
 
 But now with my Eyes I behold, 
 Much more than my Heart c©uld conceive, 
 
 Or Language could ever have told : 
 How happy thy Servants muft be, 
 
 Who always before thee appear ! 
 Vouchfafe, Lord, this Blefling to me, 
 
 1 find it is good to be here. 
 
 HYMN LXXXIR 
 
 1. f^ETHSEMANE, thou dolefome Place, 
 VJT Near Kedron's Brook, to which the Lamb, 
 
 Who 
 
( 73 ) 
 
 Who lov'd to be in lonelynefs, 
 With his Difciples often came, 
 Where out of boundlefs Love to me, 
 He wreftled in an Agony. 
 
 2. There, quite o'erwhelm'd with Grief, he faid; 
 t{ My Soul is forrowful to Death,' 9 
 
 And fuff'ring freely in my Stead, 
 He drank the bitter Cup of Wrath ; 
 Now on his Knees, then on his Face, 
 He weeps, and fvveats, and bleeds and prays. 
 
 3. So lov'd me the Eternal God, 
 That he became the Son of Man, 
 And took my Sins' prodigious Load; 
 My Soul admire his gracious Flan! 
 
 Thy Stripes, thy Guilt and Curie be bore; 
 Believe and thankfully adore„ 
 
 H Y M N LXXXIU. 
 
 Praife to the Trinity, 
 
 GLORY, Glory, Glory, Glory, 
 Glory be to God on high ; 
 Glory, Glory, Glory, Glory, 
 Sing his Praifes round the Sky. 
 
 Glory, Glory, Glory, Glory, 
 Glory be to God moll kind ; 
 Glory, Glory, Glory, Glory, 
 Heav'n and Earth, and Sky be join'd. 
 
 Holy, Holy, Holy, Holy, 
 Holy is the Lord of Hofts j 
 Holy, Holy, Holy, Holy, 
 FATHER, SON, and HOLY GHOST. 
 
 Worthy, worthy, worthy, worthy, 
 Worthy is the LAMB of GOD, 
 Worthy, worthy, worthy, worthy, 
 Who lov'd and wa&'d us in his Blood. 
 
 E S H Y M 
 
(74) 
 HYMN LXXXIV. 
 
 Evening, 
 
 1. ^<I-ORY, to thee my God, this Night, 
 vJf For all the Bleflings of the Light, 
 
 Keep me, O keep me, King of Kings, 
 Under thine own Almighty Wings, 
 
 2. Forgive me, Lord, for thy dear Son, 
 Whatever ills this Day I've done; 
 That with the World, myfelf and thee, 
 I, 'ere I fleep, at Peace may be. 
 
 g, Teach me to live, that I may dread 
 The Grave as little as my Bed ; 
 Teach me to die, that fo I may 
 Triumphing rife at the lail Day. 
 
 4. O may my Soul on thee repofe, 
 
 And with iweet Sleep my Eye-Lids clofe; 
 Sleep that may me more vig'rous make, 
 To ferve my God when I awake, 
 
 5. Let my bleft Guardian, while I fleep, 
 Clofe to my Bed his Vigils keep ; 
 
 Let no vain Dreams difturb my Reft, 
 Nor Pow'rs of Darknefs me molefl. 
 
 6. Praife God from whom all Bleflings flow, 
 Praife him all Creatures here below ; 
 Praife him above, ye heav'nly Hofl, 
 Praife Father, Son, and Holy Ghoft. 
 
 HYMN LXXXV. 
 
 Sick-bed Devotion: Or, Pleading -without repining, 
 
 1, /^ OD of my Life, look gently down, 
 vJT Behold the Pains I feel; 
 
 But 
 
(7! ) 
 
 But I am dumb before thy Throne, 
 Nor dare difpute thy Will. 
 
 2. Difeafes are thy Servants, Lord, 
 
 They come at thy command : 
 I'll not attempt a murm'ring Word, 
 Againft thy chaft'ning Hand. 
 
 3. Yet I may plead with humble Cries, 
 Remove thy fliarp Rebukes : 
 
 My Strength confumes, my Spirit dies^ 
 Through thy repeated Strokes. 
 
 4. Crufh'd as a Moth beneath thy Hand, 
 
 We moulder to the Duft ; 
 Our feeble Pow'rs can ne'er withftand, 
 And all our Beauty's loft. 
 
 [5. This mortal Life decays apace, 
 How foon the Bubble's broke ! 
 Adam and all his num'rous Race 
 Are vanity and Smoke.] 
 
 6s I'm but a fojourner below, 
 As all my Fathers were; 
 May I be well prepar'd to go, 
 When I the Summons hear. 
 
 7, But if my Life be fpar^d a while 
 Before my laft remove, 
 Thy Praife fhall be my Buis'nefs Hill, 
 And I'll declare thy Love. 
 
 HYMN LXXXVI. 
 
 I. p<OD of my falvation, hear, 
 VJT And help me to believe ; 
 Simply do I now draw near, 
 
 Thy Blefling to receive: 
 Full of Guilt, alas! I am, 
 
 Bni 
 
( 76 ) 
 
 But to thy Wounds for Refuge flee; 
 Friend of Sinners, fpotlefs Lamb, 
 Thy Blood was fhed for me. 
 
 2. Standing now as newly flam, 
 
 To thee I lift mine Eye, 
 Balm of all my Grief and Pain, 
 
 Thy Blood is always nigh : 
 Now as yelrerday the fame 
 
 Thou art and will for ever be : 
 Friend of Sinners, fpotlefs Lamb, 
 
 Thy Blood was fhed for me. 
 
 3. Nothing have I, Lord, to pay, 
 
 Nor can thy Grace procure, 
 Empty fend me not away, 
 
 For I, thou know'ft, am poor: 
 Duft and Afhes is my Name, 
 
 My all is Sin and Mifery : 
 Friend of Sinners, fpotlefs Lamb, 
 
 Thy Blood was fhed for me. 
 
 4. No good Word, or Work or Thought, 
 
 Bring I to buy thy Grace : 
 Pardon I accept unbought, 
 
 Thy Proffer I embrace : 
 Coming, as at firft I came, 
 
 To take and not beitow on thee : 
 Friend of Sinners, fpotlefs Lamb, 
 
 Thy Blood was fhed for me. 
 
 ^. Saviour from thy wounded Side 
 1 never will depart, 
 Here will I my Spirit hide, 
 
 When I am pm*e in Heart, 
 Till my Place above i claim, 
 
 This only fhall be all my Plea ; 
 Friend of Sinners, fpotlefs Lamb, 
 Tiiy Blood was fhed for me. V 
 
 H Y M N 
 
1 G 
 
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 HYMN LXXXVII. 
 
 Light fhining out of Darknejs, 
 OD moves in a Myfterious Way, 
 
 His Wonders to perform ; 
 He plants his Footfteps in the Sea, 
 And rides upon the Storm. 
 
 2* Deep in unfathomable Mines 
 Of never failing Skill ; 
 He Treafures up his bright Defigns, 
 And works his Sov 'reign Will. 
 
 3. Ye fearful Saints frelli Courage take ; 
 
 The Clouds ye fo much dread 
 Are big with Mercy, and mall break 
 In Bleffings on your Head, 
 
 4. Judge not the Lord by feeble Senfe, 
 
 But truft him for his Grace ; 
 Behind a frowning Providence 
 He hides a fmiling Face. 
 
 5. His Purpofes will ripen faft, 
 
 Unfolding ev'ry Hour, 
 The Bud may have a bitter Tafte, 
 But fweet will be the Flow'r. 
 
 6. Blind Unbelief is fure to err, 
 
 And fcan his Work in vain ; 
 God is his own Interpreter, 
 And he will make it plain. 
 
 H Y M M LXXXVIIL 
 
 A Morning Hymn, 
 
 I. /^ O D of the Morning, at whofe Voice 
 VJ» The chearful Sun makes haite to rile, 
 And like a Giant doth rejoice 
 
 To run his Journey thro' the Skies. 
 
 2» From 
 
( 78 ) 
 
 2, From the fair Chambers of the Eaft 
 
 The Circuit of his Race begins, 
 And without Wearinefs of Reil, 
 
 Round the whole Earth he flies and fhines. 
 
 3. Oh, like the Sun, may I fulfill 
 
 Th' appointed Duties of the Day, 
 "With ready Mind and active Will, 
 
 March on and keep my heav'nly Way. 
 
 [4. But I fhall rove and lofe the Race, 
 If G o d my Sun, mould difappear, 
 And leave me in this World's wild Maze, 
 To follow ev'ry wand'ring Star.] 
 
 5, Lord, thy Commands are clean and pure, 
 
 Enlightning our beclouded Eyes \ 
 Thy Threat'nings juft, thy Promile fure : 
 Thy Gofpel makes the Simple wife. 
 
 6. Give me thy Counfel for my Guide, 
 
 And then receive me to thy Blifs ; 
 All my Defires and Hopes befide, 
 
 Are faint and cold compar'd with this. 
 
 HYMN LXXXIX. 
 
 The ApojlUs Comi?riJ[iQn. 
 
 i # < e f^i O preach my Gofpel, faith the Lord? 
 VJT << Bid the whole Earth my Grace receive " 
 « He fhall be fav'd that truft my Word ; 
 " He fhall be damn'd that won't believe • 
 
 [2. "I'll make yonr great Commiffion known. 
 et And you ihall prove my Gofpel true, 
 " By all the Works that I have done, 
 "By all the Wonders ye fhall do. 
 
 3, " Go 
 
( 79 ) 
 
 g. < l Go heal the Sick, go raife the Dead, 
 " Go cad out Devils in my Name ; 
 ** Nor let my Prophets be afraid, (pheme,) 
 iC Tho' Greeks reproach, and Jews blaf- 
 
 4. " Teach all the Nations my Commands ; 
 " I'm with you till the World ihall end ; 
 « All Pow'r is milled in my Hands, 
 " I can deftroy, and can defend,* 
 
 $. He fpake, and light fhone round his Head; 
 On a bright Cloud to Heav'n he rode; 
 They to the fartheft Nations fpread 
 The Grace of their afcended G o d» 
 
 HYMN XC. 
 
 Charaf\er of Chrijl, 
 
 I. f^O worfhip at EMMANUEL'S Feet, 
 VJT See in his Face what Wonders meet ! 
 Earth is too narrow to exprefs 
 His Worth, his Glory, or his Grace. 
 
 [2. The whole Creation can afford 
 
 But fome faint fhadows of my LORD; 
 Nature, to make his Beauties known, 
 Muft mingle Colours not her own.] 
 
 [3, Is he compar'd to Wine or Bread? 
 
 Dear LORD ! our Souls would thus be fed; 
 That Flefh, that dying Blood of thine, 
 Is Bread of Life, is heav'nly Wine«] 
 
 [4. Is he a Tree I The World receives 
 Salvation from his healing Leaves : 
 That right'ous Branch, that fruitful Bough, 
 Is David's Root and Offspring too,] 
 
 IS- Is 
 
( 8o) 
 
 [5- Is he a Rofe ? Not Sharon yields 
 Such Flagrancy in all her Fields : 
 Or if the Lilly he afiume, 
 The Vallies blefs the rich Perfume.] 
 
 [6. Is he a Vine? His heav'nly Root 
 
 Supplies* the Boughs with Life and Fruit ; 
 
 O let a lafting Union join 
 
 My Soul to CHRIST the living Vine !] 
 
 [7. Is he a Head ? Each Member lives, 
 And owns the Vital Pcw'r he gives; 
 The Saints below, and Saints above, 
 Join'd by his Spirit and his Love.] 
 
 [8. Is he a Fountain? There I bathe, 
 And heal the Plague of Sin and Death ; 
 Thefe Waters all my Soul renew^ 
 And cleanfe my fpotted Garments too.] 
 
 [9. Is he a Fire? He'll purge my Drofs : 
 But the true Gold fuftains no Lofs : 
 Like a Refiner fhall he fit, 
 And tread the Refufe with Ins Feet.] 
 
 [10. Js he a Rock? How firm he proves! 
 The Rock of Ages never moves ; 
 Yet the fwcet Streams that from him flow 
 Attend us all the Defart thro',] 
 
 [n. Is he a. Way ? He leads to GOD, 
 The Path is drawn in Lines of Blood j 
 There would I walk with Hope and Zeal, 
 'Till I arrive at Zion's Hill.] 
 
 Tl2. Is he a Door? I'll enter in; 
 
 Behold the P allures large and green ; 
 
 A Paradife divinely fair, 
 
 None but the Sheep have Freedom there,] 
 
 [13. Is 
 
( 8i ) 
 
 £13. Is he defign'd the Corner-Stone, 
 For Men to build their Heav'n upon .' 
 I'll make him my Foundation too, 
 Nor fear the Plots of Hell below.] 
 
 £14. Is he a Temple? I adore 
 
 Th' indwelling Majefty and Pow'r ; 
 And ftiil to his moft Holy Place, 
 When e'er I pray, I'll turn my Face/J 
 
 [15, Is he a Star? He breaks the Night, 
 Piercing the Shades with dawning Light; 
 I know his Glories from afar, 
 I know the bright, the Morning Star,] 
 
 [16. Is he a Sun? His Beams are Grace, 
 His Courfe is Joy and Right 'oufnefs ; 
 Nations rejoice when he appears 
 To chafe their Clouds, and dry their Tears.] 
 
 [17. O let me climb thole higher Skies, 
 Where Storms and Darknefs never rife ! 
 There he difplays his Pow'rs abroad, 
 And mines and reigns th* Incarnate God."] 
 
 18, Nor Earth, nor Seas, nor Sun, nor Stars, 
 Nor Heav'n his full Refemblance bears j 
 His Beauties we can never trace, 
 Till we behold him Face to Face. 
 
 1. 
 
 HYMN XCI. 
 
 GRACE ! 'tis a charming Sound, 
 Harmonious to the Ear ! 
 Heav'n with the Echo fhall refound, 
 And all the Earth fhall hear, 
 
 Grace firft contriv'd a Way 
 To fave rebellious Man ; 
 And all the Steps, that Grace difplay, 
 Which drew the wondrou* Plan, 
 
 F 3. Grace 
 
( 8x ) 
 
 3. Grace taught my roving Feet 
 To tread the heav'nly Road ; 
 
 And new Supplies each Hour I meet, 
 While preffing on to God. 
 
 4, Grace all the Work fhall Crown, 
 
 Thro* everl ailing Days, 
 It lays in Heav'n the topmoft Stone j 
 And well defer vcs the Praife, 
 
 HYMN XCII. 
 
 1. pRACIOUS Lord, incline thine Ear, 
 vJ My Complaint vouchfafe to hear j 
 
 Sor» diftreft with Guilt am I, 
 Give me Chrift, or elfe I die. 
 
 2. Wealth and Honour I difdain, 
 Earthly Comforts all are vain; 
 
 They can never fatisfy, 
 
 Give me Chrift, or elfe I die. 
 
 3. Lord deny me what thou wilt, 
 Only take away my Guilt, 
 
 Mourning at thy Feet I lie ; 
 Give me Chrift, or elfe I die. 
 
 4. All Unholy and Unclean, 
 
 I am finful, vile and mean ; 
 But to Thee for Mercy fly, 
 Give me Chrift, or elfe I die. 
 
 $♦ Thou doft freely fave the Loft; 
 In thy Grace alone I truft ; 
 Unto Thee I lift my Cry, 
 Give me Chrift, or elfe I die. 
 
 6. O my God, what fhall I fay? 
 Take, o take my Sins away 1 
 Jefu's Blood to me apply, 
 Give me Chrift, or elfe I die. 
 
 HYMN 
 
 
X G 
 
 (83 ) 
 
 HYMN XCIII. 
 
 Triu?7iph over D<;athi 
 
 RE AT God, I own thy Sentence juft; 
 And Mature muft decay; 
 I yield my Body to the Duft, 
 To dwell with Fellow-Clay. 
 
 2. Yet Faith may triumph o'er the Graves, 
 And trample' on the Tombs; 
 My Jefus, my Redeemer lives, 
 My God, my Saviour comes. 
 
 3» The mighty Conqu'ror mall appear 
 High on a Royal Seat, 
 And Death* the laft of all his Foes, 
 Lie vanquifh'd at his Feet. 
 
 4. Tho' greedy Worms devour my Skin, 
 
 And gnaw my wafting Flefh, 
 ^ When God mall build my Bones again, 
 He'll clothe them all afrefh. 
 
 5. Then mail I fee thy lovely Face 
 
 With ftrong immortal Eyes, 
 And feaft upon thy unknown Grace, 
 With Pleafure aud Surprize. 
 
 HYMN XCIV. 
 
 1. /GREATEST Hig-Prieft, Saviour Chrift, 
 vJT Who for me waft facrific'd ; 
 
 Make my Heart thro' thy bleft Paflion, 
 To thyfelf a pure Oblation. 
 
 2, Thy pure Love accepts of Nought, 
 But what by thy Love is wrought; 
 
 What's not of thy own Formation, 
 Ne'er artaineth to Salvation. 
 
 F a 3. Kill 
 
(■ 84 ) 
 
 3- Kill in me what is Unclean, 
 Kill in me the Root of Sin; 
 Snatch my Heart from its Pollution, 
 And th' old Man's entire Confufion. 
 
 4. On the Altar lay the Wood, 
 And confume old Adam's Brood : 
 
 Source of all celeftial Graces, 
 I would die in thine Embraces.. 
 
 5. Lo, at length it mall appear, 
 
 That the Lord has heard my Pray'r; 
 
 Lo, e'en in my prefent Station, 
 He'll be pleas'd with my Oblation. 
 
 HYMN XCV. 
 
 The Effufion of the Spirit : Or, The Succefs of the 
 
 Go/pet. 
 
 1. y^(REAT was the Day, the Joy was great 
 \J When the divine Difciples met ; 
 
 Whilft on their Heads the Spirit came, 
 And fat like Tongues of cloven Flame* 
 
 2. What Gifts, what Miracles he gave ! 
 And Pow'r to kill, and Pow'r to fave ! 
 Furnifh'd their Tongues with wond'rous Words, 
 Inftead of Shields, and Spears, and Swords. 
 
 3. Thus arm'd, he fent the Champion forth, 
 From Eafl to Weft, from South to North ; 
 Go, and aflert your Saviour's Caufe : 
 Go, fpread the Myft'ry of his Crofs. 
 
 4. Thefe Weapons of the holy War, 
 Of what Almighty Force they are, 
 To make our ilubborn Paffions bow, 
 And lay the proudeft Rebel low ! 
 
 5, Nations, 
 
( 8* ) 
 
 5. Nations, the Learned and the Rude, 
 Are by thefe heav'nly Arms fubdu'd ; 
 While Satan rages at his Lois, 
 
 And hates the Doctrine of the Crofs. 
 
 6. Great King of Grace! my Heart fubdne ; 
 I would be led in Triumph too, 
 
 A willing Captive to my Lord- 
 And ling the Vict'ries of his Word. 
 
 HYMN XCVI. 
 
 Chrlji a fure Guide. 
 
 1, /^UIDE me, O thou great Jehovah, 
 \J Pilgrim through this Barren Land, 
 
 I am weak, but thou art mighty, 
 
 Hold me with thy pow'rful Hand ; 
 Bread of Heaven, Bread of Heaven, 
 Feed me till I want no more. 
 
 2. Open now the Cryftal Fountain 
 
 Whence the healing Streams do flow, 
 Let the fi'ry cloudy Pillar 
 
 Lead me all my Journey through ; 
 Strong Deliverer, Strong Deliv'rer, 
 Be thou ftill my Strength and Shield. 
 
 3» When I tread the Verge of Jordan, 
 Bid my anxious Fear fubfide ; 
 
 Death ot Deaths, and Hell's Deftruclion, 
 Land me fafe on Canaan's Side; 
 
 Songs of Praifes, Songs of Praifes, 
 
 I will ever give to thee. 
 
 HYMN XCVII. 
 
 A funeral Though* 
 
 I. TTARK! from the Tombs a doleful Sound, 
 JTX My Ears attend the Cry ; 
 
 "Ye 
 
( 86 ) 
 
 '< Ye living Men, come view the Ground 
 « Where you muft fhortly lye. 
 
 2. " Princes, this Clay niuft be your Bed, 
 
 *' In fpite of all your Tow'rs ! 
 « The Tall, the Wife, the Rev'rend Head, 
 " Muft lye as low as ours." 
 
 3. Great God! is this our certain doom? 
 
 And are we frill fecure ! 
 Still walking downward to our Tomb, 
 -And yet prepare no more I 
 
 4. Grant us the Pow'r of cruick'ning Grace, 
 
 To fit our Souls to fly, 
 Then, when we drop this dying Flefh 
 We'll rife above the Sky. 
 
 HYMN xcvnr. 
 
 j4fcentio?i t 
 
 I* f-JAIL the Day that fees him rife, 
 Ravifh'd from our wifliful Eyes ! 
 Christ a while to Mortals giv'n, 
 Re-afcends his Native Heav'n ; 
 There the pompous Triumph waits, 
 Lift your Heads, eternal Gates ] 
 Wide unfold the radiant Scene ! 
 Take the King of Glory in ! 
 
 2. Him, though higheft Heav'n receives^. 
 Still he loves the Earth he leaves ; 
 Though returning to the Throne, 
 Still he calls Mankind his own ; 
 Still for us he intercedes, 
 prevalent his Death he pleads ; 
 Near himfelf prepares our Place, 
 Harbinger of human Race. 
 
 3 # Matter 
 
(87 ) 
 
 3, Matter (may we ever fay) 
 Taken from our Head to day, 
 See thy faithful Servants, fee, 
 Ever gazing up to thee ! 
 
 Grant, tho 7 parted from our Sight, 
 High above yon azure Height, 
 Grant our Hearts may thither rife 
 Foil 'wing thee bevond the Skies. 
 
 4, Ever upwards let us move, 
 Wafted on the Wings of Love ; 
 Looking; when our Lord mall come, 
 Longing, gafping after Home ; 
 There we fhall with thee remain, 
 Partners of thy glorious Reign ; 
 There thy Face unclouded fee, 
 
 Find our Heav'n of Heav'ns in thee. 
 
 HYMN XCIX. 
 
 The Nativity, 
 
 I. "LI ARK, the glad Sound ! the Saviour comes, 
 The Saviour promis'd long ! 
 Let ev'ry Heart prepare a Throne, 
 And ey'ry Voice a Song. 
 
 2 ¥ On him the Spirit largely pour'd, 
 Exerts its facred Fire j 
 Wifdom and Might, and Zeal, and Love, 
 His holy Brealt infpire. 
 
 3. He comes the Pris'ners to releafe, 
 
 In Satan's Bondage held j 
 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, 
 
 F 4 J. He 
 
( 88 ) 
 
 5. He comes the broken Heart to bind, 
 
 The bleeding Soul to cure ; 
 And with the Riches of his Grace, 
 T* enrich the humble Poor. 
 
 6. Our glad Hofannas, Prince of Peace, 
 
 Thy welcome fhall proclaim ; 
 And Heav'ns Eternal Arches ring 
 With thy beloved Name* 
 
 HYMN C. 
 
 B/cffl'd are the Dead that die in the Lord, Rev.xiv.13. 
 EAR what the Voice from Heav'n pro- 
 
 1 H 
 
 From all the pious Dead, , (claims 
 Sweet is the Savour of their Names. 
 And foft their fleeping Bed* 
 
 2. They die in Jefus, and are blefs'd ; 
 How kind their Slumbers are J 
 From SufPrings and from Sin Releas'd, 
 And freed from ev'ry Snare. 
 
 %. Far from this World of Toil and Strife, 
 They're prefent with the Lord ; 
 The Labours of their Mortal Life 
 End in a large Reward* 
 
 HYMN CI. 
 
 I. T-JE comes! He comes ! The Saviour dear, 
 The Seventh Trumpet {peaks him near ; 
 His Light'nings flafh, his Thunders roll, 
 He's welcome to the faithful Soul ; 
 
 Welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome, 
 Welcome, to the faithful Soul. 
 
 2» From Heav'n angelic Voices found \ 
 See the Almighty Jesus crown'd ! 
 
 Girt 
 
( 89 ) 
 
 Girt with Omnipotence and Grace, 
 And Glory decks the Saviour's Face ; 
 Glory, Glory, Glory, Glory, 
 Glory decks the Saviour's Face. 
 
 3. Defending on his Azure Throne, 
 
 He claims the Kingdom for his own ; 
 The Kingdoms all obey his Word, 
 And hail him their Triumphant Lord: 
 Hail him, hail him, hail him, hail him. 
 Hail him their Triumphant LORD. 
 
 4. Shout all the People of the Sky, 
 And all the Saints of the moft High ; 
 Our GOD, who now his Right obtains, 
 For ever and for ever reigns ; 
 
 Ever, ever, ever, ever, 
 Ever and for ever reigns. 
 
 5. The Father praife, the Son adore, 
 The Spirit blefs for ever more ; 
 Salvation's glorious Work is do3ie, 
 
 We welcome the Great Three in One ! 
 Welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome, 
 Welcome the Great Three in One ! 
 
 HYMN CII. 
 
 1. I-JE dies ! the Friend of Sinners dies ! 
 
 Lo ! Salem's Daughters weep around, 
 A folemn Darknefs veils the Skies ! 
 
 A fudden Trembling makes the Ground! 
 Come, Saints, 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 richer Blood ! 
 
 2. Come, Sinners, view your Saviour Dead; 
 
 And weep around his lonely Tomb ! 
 Your Hope, your Joy, your All is fled, 
 F 5 For 
 
(90) 
 
 For ah ! your! Champion's overcome ! 
 A Conflict with the Pow'rs of Hell 
 
 Your Saviour did for you fuftain ; 
 He nobly fought , but ah ! he fell ! 
 
 Break, Hearts of Flint ! the Lamb is (lain ! 
 
 3 # Here's Love, and Grief, beyond Degree, 
 
 The LORD of Glory dies for Men! 
 But lo! what fudden Joys we fee, 
 
 JESUS, the Dead, revives again ! 
 The rifmg GOD forfakes the Tomb ; 
 
 (The Tomb in vain forbids his Rife) 
 Cherubic Legions guard him Home, 
 
 And fhout him welcome to the Skies ! 
 
 4, Break off your Tears, ye Saints, and tell 
 
 How high our great Deliv'rer reigns ; 
 Sing how he ipoil'd the Hofts of Hell, 
 
 And led the Monfter, Death, in Chains, 
 Say: "Live for e^M*, wond'rous King! 
 
 "Born to redeem^ and ftrong to fave! 
 Then afk the Monfter— "Where's thy Sting ? 
 
 "And where's thy VicVry, boafting Grave?" 
 
 HYMN CM. 
 
 O L Y Lamb, who thee receive, 
 Who in thee begin to live, 
 Day and Night they cry to thee, 
 As thou art; fo let us be ' 
 
 'H 
 
 2. Jefus fee my panting Breaft : 
 See I pant in thee to reft! 
 
 Gladly would I now be clean , 
 Cleanfe me now from ev'ry Sin. 
 
 3, Fix, oh ! fix my wav'ring Mind ; 
 To thy Crofs my Spirit bind; 
 
 Earthly Paffions far remove : 
 Swallow up our Souls in Love, 
 
 4. Dult 
 
(9i) 
 
 4- Duft and Ames though we be, 
 Full of Guilt and Miiery, 
 
 Thine we are, thou Son of God: 
 Take the Purchafe of thy Blood ! 
 
 5. Who in Heart on thee believes, 
 He th' Atonement now receives : 
 
 He with Joy beholds thy Face, 
 Triumphs in thy pard'ning Grace, 
 
 6. See ye Sinners, fee the Flame 
 Rifing from the flaughter'd Lamb; 
 
 Marks the new, the living Way, 
 Leading to eternal Day 1 
 
 7 # Jefu, when this Light we fee, 
 All our Souls athirft for thee : 
 
 When thy quick'ning Pow'r we prove, 
 All our Hearts diflblve in Love. 
 
 8. Boundlefs Wifdom, Pow'r divine, 
 Love unfpeakable are thine ! 
 Praife by all to thee be giv'n, 
 Sons of Earth, and Hofts of Heav'n. 
 
 HYMN CIV. 
 
 Ho/anna U Chrifl, Matt. xxi. 9. Luke xix. 38, 40, 
 
 I. TTOSSANNA to the Royal Son 
 jLX. Of David's ancient Line, 
 His Nature's Two, his Perfon One, 
 Myfterious and Divine. 
 
 2» The Root of David here we find, 
 And Offspring is the fame j 
 Eternity and Time are joind 
 In our Emmanuel's Name. 
 
 3. Bleft 
 
( 9* ) 
 
 3- Bleft he that comes to wretched Men 
 With peaceful News from Heav'n ; 
 Hofanna's of the higheft Strain 
 To Chrift, the Lord, be giv'n. 
 
 4» Let Mortals ne'er refuie to take 
 Th' Hofanna on their Tongues, 
 Left Rocks and Stones mould rife, and break 
 Their Silence into Songs. 
 
 HYMN CV. 
 
 The Blejfcdnefs of Co/pel Times, 
 
 1. TJOW beauteous are their Feet, 
 IT Who ftand on Zion's Hill [ 
 
 Who bring Salvation on their Tongues, 
 And W T ords of Peace reveal ! 
 
 2. How charming is their Voice 1 
 
 How fweet the Tidings are ! 
 i( Zion, behold thy Saviour-King, 
 (( He reigns and triumphs here." 
 
 3. How happy are our Ears 
 
 That hear this joyful Sound, 
 Which Kings and Prophets waited for, 
 And fought, but never found 1 
 
 4. How blefled are our Eyes 
 
 That fee his heav'nly Light; 
 Prophets and Kings delir'd it long, 
 But dy'd without the Sight I 
 
 5. The Watchmen join their Voice, 
 And tuneful Notes employ; 
 
 Jerufalem breaks forth in Songs, 
 And Defarts learn .the Joy. 
 
 6. The Lord makes bare his Arm 
 
 Thro* all the Earth abroad: 
 
 Let 
 
C n ) 
 
 Let ev'ry Nation now behold 
 Their Saviour and their God* 
 
 HYMN CVI. 
 
 Chrift's dying Love: Or, Our Pardon bought at 
 a dear Price, 
 
 I. TTOW condefcending, and how kind, 
 JL1 Was God's Eternal Son ! 
 Our Mis'ry reach'd his heav'nly Mind, 
 And Pity brought him down. 
 
 [2, When Juftice, by our Sins provok'd 
 Drew forth its dread fid Sword, 
 He gave his Soul up to the Stroke, 
 Without a murm'ring Word, 
 
 3. He funk beneath his heavy Woes, 
 
 To raile us to his Throne ; 
 There's ne'er a Gift his Hand beftows, 
 But coft his Heart a groan .3 
 
 4. This was Companion like a God, 
 
 That when the Saviour knew 
 The Price of Pardon was his Blood, 
 His Pity ne'er withdrew* 
 
 5. Now tho' he reigns exalted High, 
 
 His Love is ftill as great; 
 Well he remembers Calvary, 
 Nor let his Saints forget, 
 
 [6. Here we behold his Bowels roll 
 As Kind as when he dy'd, 
 And fee the Sorrows of his Soul 
 Bleed thro' his wounded Side.] 
 
 {"7. Here we receive repeated Seals 
 Of Jefus' dying Love: 
 Hard is the Wretch that never feels 
 One foft Affection move* 1 8. Here 
 
(94) 
 
 8« Here let our Hearts begin to melt, 
 While we his Death record, 
 And with our Joy for pardon'd Guilt, 
 Mourn that we pierced the Lord. 
 
 HYMN CVIL 
 
 The Safety a?id Protection of the Church; Ifa. xx\ i. 
 
 l > 2, 3, 4? 5> 6. 
 
 1. T T O W honourable is the Place, 
 ■1 A Where we adoring ftand, 
 
 Zion the Glory of the Earth, 
 And Beauty of the Land ! 
 
 2, Bulwarks of mighty Grace defend 
 
 The City where we dwell ; 
 The Walls, of ftrong Salvation made, 
 Defy th'Atfaults of Hell. 
 
 3, Lift up the Everlafting Gates* 
 
 The Doors wide open fling; 
 Enter ye Nations that obey 
 The Statutes of our King. 
 
 4. Here ihall you tafte unmingled Joys, 
 
 And live in perfeci Peace; 
 You that have known Jehovah* s Name, 
 And ventur'd on his Grace. 
 
 5. Truft in the Lord, for ever Truft, 
 And banifh all your Fears, 
 Strength in the Lord Jehovah dwells; 
 Eternal as his Years. 
 
 %. What though the Rebels dwell on high, 
 His Arm mall bring them low ; 
 Low as the Caverns of the Grave, 
 Their lofty Head fhall bow. 
 
 7. On 
 
( 95 ) 
 
 7. On Babylon our Feet fhall tread, 
 Jn that rejoicing Hour; 
 The Ruins of her Walls fhall fpread 
 A Pavement for the Poor. 
 
 HYMN CVIII. 
 
 True Happinefs. * 
 
 i.UOW happy is the Chriftian's State t 
 His Sins are all forgiv'n ; 
 A cheering Ray confirms the Grace, 
 And lifts his Hopes to Heav'n. 
 
 2. Tho' in the rugged Path of Life, 
 
 He heaves the penfive Sigh ; 
 Yet trufting in his God he finds 
 Deliv'ring Grace is nigh, 
 
 3. If, to prevent his wand'ring Steps, 
 
 He feels the chaft'ning Rod ; 
 The gentle Stroke fhall bring him back 
 To his forgiving God. 
 
 4. And when the welcome Menage come* 
 
 To call his Soul away ; 
 His Soul in Raptures fhall afcend 
 To everlafling Day. 
 
 HYMN CIX. 
 
 A Profpefl of the Refurreftion. 
 
 1. I-JOW long fhall Death the Tyrant reign, 
 
 And triumph o'er the Juft, 
 While the rich Blood of Martyrs flain 
 Lies mingled with the Duft i 
 
 2, When fhall the tedious Night be gone ? 
 
 When will our Lord appear ? 
 Our fond Defires would pray him down, 
 Our Love embrace him here, 
 
 3. Let 
 
( 96 ) 
 
 3. Let Faith arife, and climb the Hills, 
 
 And from afar defcry, 
 How diftant are his Chariot Wheels, 
 And tell how fait they fly, 
 
 4. Lo, I beli old the featuring Shades, 
 
 The Dawn of Heav'n appears, 
 The fweet Immortal Morning fpreads, 
 Its Blulhes round the Spheres. 
 
 5. I fee the Lord of Glory come, 
 
 And flaming Guards around ! 
 The Skie6 divide to make him room, 
 The Trumpet makes the Ground, 
 
 6. I hear the Voice! " Ye Dead arife; '* 
 
 And lo, the Graves obey, 
 And waking Saints with joyful Eyes 
 Salute th'expecled Day. 
 
 7. They leave the Duit, and on the Wing 
 
 Rife to the middle Air, 
 In ihining Garments meet their King. 
 And low adore him there. 
 
 8. O may my humble Spirit Hand 
 
 Among them cloth 'd in white I 
 The meaneft Place at his Right Hand 
 Is infinite Delight. 
 
 9. How will our Joy and Wonder rife, 
 
 When our returning King 
 Shal&bear us homeward thro' the Skies 
 On Love's triumphant Wing. 
 
 HYMN CX. 
 
 Happy FRAILTY. 
 
 O W meanly dwells th'immortal Mind ! 
 How vile theie Bodies are I 
 
 Why 
 
 X -H 
 
(97 ) 
 
 Why was a Clod of Earth, defign'd 
 T' enclofe a heav'nly Star ? 
 
 2. Weak Cottage where our Souls refide, 
 
 This Fleih a tott'ring Wall : 
 The frightful Breaches gaping wide, 
 The Buildings bend to fall. 
 
 3. All round it Storms of Sorrow blow, 
 
 And Waves of Trouble roll ; 
 Cold Waves, and Winter Storms, beat through, 
 And pain the Tenant Soul. 
 
 4. " Alas, how frail our State ! " faid I, 
 
 And thus went mourning on, 
 Till fudden from the cleaving Sky 
 A Gleam of Glory in one. 
 
 5. My Soul all felt the Glory come, 
 
 And breath'd her native Air ; 
 Then fhe remembered Heav'n her Home, 
 And lhe a Pris'ner here. 
 
 6. Straight fhe began to change her Key, 
 
 And joyful in her Chains, 
 She fung the Frailty of her Clay 
 In pleafurable Strains. 
 
 7. "How weak the Pris'n is where I dwell ! 
 
 " This Flefh a tott'ring Wall ! 
 *' The Breaches chearfully foretell, 
 "The Houfe rauft fhortly fall. > 
 
 8. "No more my Friends, mall I compRiin, 
 
 " Tho' all my Heart- Strings ake, 
 " Welcome Difeafe, and ev'ry Pain, 
 "That makes the Cottage fhake. 
 
 9. " I have a Manfion built above, 
 
 "By the eternal Hand, 
 
 G "And 
 
( 98 ) 
 
 " And mould the Earth's eld Bafis move, 
 " My Heav'nly Houfe mult {land. 
 
 10. "Yes for 'tis there my Saviour reigns; 
 " ( I long to fee my God ) 
 "And his immortal Strength fuftains 
 " The Purchafe of his Blood. 
 
 II 4 Ci Hark, from on High my Saviour calls, 
 <l I come, my Lord, my Love ; 
 (t Devotion breaks the Prifon Walls, 
 " And ipeeds my laft Remove/' 
 
 HYMN CX[. 
 
 Inftraftion from Scripture, Pfalm cxix. 
 
 Vers 9. 
 
 1 . TJ O W ihall the Young fecure their Hearts, 
 JlIl And guard their Lives from Sin I 
 
 Thy Word the choiceft Rules imparts, 
 To keep the Confcience clean. 
 
 Vers 130. 
 
 2. When once it enters to the Mind, 
 
 It lpread3 fuch Light abroad, 
 The meanefl Souls lnftruc r tion find* 
 And raife their Thoughts to God* 
 
 Vers 105. 
 
 3. 'Tis like the Sun, a heav'nly Light, 
 
 That guides us all the Day ; 
 And thro' the Dangers of the Night, 
 A Lamp to lead our Way. 
 
 Vers 99, 100. 
 
 4. The Men that keep thy Law with Care, 
 
 And meditate thy Word, 
 Grow wifer than their Teachers are, 
 And better know the Lord. 
 
 Vers 
 
(99) 
 
 Vers 104, 115. 
 
 5. Thy Precepts make me truly wift ; 
 
 I hate the Sinner's Road ; 
 1 hate my own vain thoughts that rife, 
 But love thy Law, my God. 
 
 Vers 89, 90, 91 . 
 
 6. [The (tarry Heav'ns thy Rule obey, 
 
 The Earth maintains her Place : 
 And thefe thy Servants Night and Day, 
 Thy Skill and FowY exprefs, 
 
 7. But ftill thy Law and Gofpel, Lord, 
 
 Have Leflbns more divine; 
 Not Earth (lands firmer than thy Word, 
 Nor Stars fo nobly fhine ] 
 
 Vers. 160, 140* 9, 116. 
 
 8. Thy Word is everlafting Truth, 
 
 How pure is ev'ry Page ! 
 That holy Book (hall guide our Youth 
 And well fupport our Age. 
 
 HYMN CXII. 
 
 Faith in Chrift fir Par dm and Sanftification* 
 
 I* TTOW fad our State by Nature is! 
 il Our Sin how deep it (tains ! 
 And Satan binds our captive Minds 
 Fa(t in his (lavifti Chains. 
 
 2. But there's a Voice of Sov'reign Grace, 
 
 Sounds from the facred Word j 
 Ho ! ye defparing Sinners come, 
 And truft upon the Lord. 
 
 3. My Soul obeys th' Almighty Call, 
 
 And runs to this Relief; 
 I would believe thy Promife Lord ; 
 O ! help my Unbelief. 
 
 G 2 [4. To 
 
( IOO ) 
 
 [4.' To the dear Fountain of thy Blood, 
 Incarnate God ! 1 fly; 
 Here let me warn my fpotted Soul 
 From Crimes of deepeft dye. 
 
 5. Stretch out thine Arm, victorious King, 
 
 My reigning Sins fubdue ; 
 Drive the old Dragon from his Seat, 
 With all his helliih Crew.] 
 
 6. A guilty, weak, and helplefs Worm, 
 
 On thy kind Arms 1 fall : 
 Be thou my Strength and Right'oufnefs, 
 My Jefus, and my All. 
 
 HYMN CXIir. 
 
 God Holy, juft t cmd Sovereign. 
 
 *• TJ[ O W mould the Sons of Adam's Race 
 X jl Be pure* before their God! 
 If he contend in Right 'oufnefs, 
 We fall beneath his Rod. 
 
 C, To vindicate my Words and Thoughts 
 I'll make no more Pretence ; 
 Not one of all my thoufand Faults 
 Can bear a juft Defence. 
 
 3. Strong is his Arm, his Heart is wife; 
 What vain Prefumers dare 
 Agaiiift their Maker's Hand to rife, 
 Or tempt th' unequal W 7 ar \ 
 
 [4. Mountains by his Almighty Wrath 
 From their old Seats are torn ; 
 He (hakes the Earth, from South to North, 
 And all her Pillars mourn. 
 
 5» He bids the Sun forbear to rile ; 
 Th* obedient Sun forbears: 
 
 His 
 
( ior ) 
 
 His hand with Sackcloth fpreads the Skies, 
 And Seals up all the Stars. 
 
 6. He Walks upon the flormy Sea; 
 Flies on the flormy Wind ; 
 There's none can trace his wond'rous Way, 
 Or his dark Footfteps find.] 
 
 HYMN CXIV. 
 
 The Works of Mofes and the Lamb, Rev. xv. 3. 
 OW ftrong thine Arm is, mighty God \ 
 
 H 
 
 Who would not fear thy Name! 
 Jems, how fweet thy Graces are i 
 Who would not love the Lamb? 
 
 2. He has done more than Mofes did, 
 
 Our Prophet and our King ; 
 From Bonds of Hell he freed our fouls, 
 And taught our Lips to fing. : 
 
 3. In the Read-Sea by Mofes* Hand 
 
 Th' Egyptian Hoil was drown 'd ; 
 But his own Blood hides all our Sins, 
 And Guilt no more is found. 
 
 4. When thro' the Defart Ifrael went, 
 
 With Manna they were fed ; 
 Our Lord invites us to his Flefh, 
 And calls it living bread. 
 
 5. Mofes beheld the promis'd Land, 
 
 Yet never reach'd the Place ; 
 But Chrift fhall bring his followers home, 
 To fee his Father's Face. 
 
 6. Then fhall our Love and Joy be full, 
 
 And feel a warmer flame. 
 And fweeter Voices tune the Song 
 Of Mofes and the Lamb. 
 
 G 3 HYMN. 
 
C io* ) 
 HYMN CXV. 
 
 The Nat?ie of Jefus. 
 
 1. T TOW fweet the Name of Jefus founds 
 JLA. In a Believers Ear? 
 
 It fooths his Sorrows, heals his Wounds, 
 And drives away his Fear. 
 
 2. It mak^s the wounded Spirit whole, 
 
 And calms the Doubled Breaft ; 
 'Tis Manna to the hungry Soul; 
 And to the Weary Reit. 
 
 3. Dear Name ! the Rock on which I build 
 
 My Shield and hiding Place, 
 My never-failing Treasry fill'd 
 With boundlefs Stores of Grace. 
 
 4. By thee my Pray'rs Acceptance gain, 
 
 Altho' with Sin defil'd; 
 Satan accufes me in vain, 
 And I am ownM a Child. 
 
 5. Jefus ! my Shepherd, Hufband, Friend, 
 
 My Pr- p'let, Prieft and King ; 
 My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End, 
 Accept the Praife I bring. 
 
 6. Weak is the Effort of my Heart, 
 
 And cold my warmed Thought, 
 But when I fee thee as thou art, 
 I'll praife thee as I ought! 
 
 7. Till then T would thy Love proclaim, 
 
 With ev'ry fleeting Breath ; 
 And may the Mufic of thy Name 
 Refielh my Soul in Death. 
 
 HYMN 
 
HYMN CXVI. 
 
 Love to the Creatures is dangerous* 
 
 1. T TOW vain are all Things here below! 
 -I A How falfe, and yet how fair ! 
 
 Each Pleafure hath its Poifon too, 
 And ev'ry Sweet a Snare. 
 
 2. The brighteft Things below the Sky 
 
 Give but a flatt'ring Light ; 
 We fhould fufpecft. fom-e Danger nigh, 
 Where we pofiefs Delight. 
 
 3. Our deareit Joys, and near eft Friends, 
 
 The Partners of our Blood, 
 How they divide our wav'ring Minds, 
 And leave but half for God. 
 
 4. The Fondnefs of a Creature's Love 
 
 How ftrong it ftrikes the Senfe ! 
 Thither the warm Affections move, 
 Nor can we call them thence. 
 
 5. Dear Saviour! let thy Beauties be 
 
 My Soul's eternal Food ; 
 And Grace command my Heart away 
 From all created Good, 
 
 HYMN CXVII. 
 
 The Wonders of redeeming hove, 
 
 I. XJTOW wond'rous are the Works of God, 
 rX Difplay'd thro' all the World abroad ! 
 Immenfely Great ! Immenfely Small ! 
 
 Yet one ftrange Work exceeds them all. 
 
 G a 2, He 
 
( 104 ) 
 
 2. He form'd the Sun, fair fount of Light ; 
 The Moon and Stars to rule the Night ; 
 
 But Night, and Stars, and Moon, and Sun, 
 
 Are litde Works compared with One. 
 
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 3. He roll'd the Seas and fpread the Skies; 
 Made Vallies fink and Mountains rife ; 
 
 The Meadows cloth'd with Native Green ; 
 And bade the Rivers glide between, 
 
 4. But what are Seas, or Skies, or Hills, 
 Or verdant Vales, or gliding Rills, 
 
 To Wonders Man was born to prove ? 
 The Wonders of redeeming Love ! 
 
 5. 'Tis far beyond what Words exprefs, 
 What Saints can feel, or Angels 'guefs; 
 
 Angels, that Hymn the Great I AM, 
 
 Fall down and veil before the I^amb, 
 
 • 
 
 6. The higheft Heav'ns are fhort of this, 
 'Tis deeper than the valt Abyfs, 
 
 5 Tis more than Thought can e'er conceive 
 Or Hope expert, or Faith believe. 
 
 7. Almighty God fighM human Breath, 
 The Lord of Life experienc'd Death ; 
 
 How it was done we can't difcufs ; 
 But this we know, 'twas done for us. 
 
 8* Eleft with this Faith then let us raife 
 Our Hearts in Love, our Voice in Praife, 
 All Things to us mult work for Good, 
 For whom the Lord hath med his Blood. 
 
 9, Trials may prefe of ev'ry Sort; 
 
 They may be fore ; they mult be fhort ; 
 We now believe but foon mall view. 
 The greateft Glories God can fhew. 
 
 H Y M N- 
 
( IOJ- ) 
 HYMN CXVIII. 
 
 1. T am, faith Chrift, the Way. 
 X Now if we credit him, 
 
 All other Paths muft lead aftray 
 How fair foe'er they feem. 
 
 2. I am, faith (Thrift, the Truth. 
 
 Then all that lacks this Teft, 
 Proceed it from an Angel's Mouth, 
 Is but a Lie at belt, 
 
 3. I am, faith Christ, the Life, 
 
 Let this be feen by Faith, 
 It follows without further Strife, 
 That all befides is Death. 
 
 If what thofe Words aver, 
 
 The holy Ghoft apply ; 
 The fimpleft Christian fhall not err, 
 
 Nor be deceiv'd nor die. 
 
 HYMN CXIX. 
 
 1, T Alk'd the LORD that I might grow 
 J. In Faith, and Love, and ev'ry Grace ; 
 
 Might more of his Salvation knDW, 
 And feek more earneflly his Face. 
 
 2, 'Twas he who taught me thus to pray ; 
 
 And he, I truft, has anfwer'd Pray'r : 
 But it has been in fuch a Way 
 As almoft drove me to defpair. 
 
 3, I bop'd that in fome favoured Hour, 
 
 At once he'd grant me my Reqneft ; 
 
 G 5 And 
 
( io6 ) 
 
 And, by his Love's conftraining Pow'r, 
 Subdue my Sins and give me Reit. 
 
 4. Inftead of this, he made me feel 
 The hidden Evils of my Heart, 
 And let the angry Povv'rs of Hell 
 AiTault my Soul in ev'ry Part. 
 
 5 4 Yea more, with his own Hand he feem'd 
 Intent to aggravate my Woe ; 
 Crofs'd all the fair Defigns I fchem'd, 
 Blaited my Gourds, and laid me low. 
 
 6. LORD, why is this? I trembling cry'rf; 
 
 Wilt thou purfue thy Worm to Death ? 
 'Tis in this Way, the LORD reply'd, 
 I anfwer Pray'r for Grace and 'Faith. 
 
 7. Thefe inward Trials I employ 
 
 From Self and Pride to fet thee free, 
 To break thy Schemes of worldly Joy, 
 That thou may 'ft feek thy All in Me. 
 
 HYMN CXX, 
 
 Paul's Voyage, 
 
 1. TF Paul in Csefar's Court muft ftand, 
 X He need not fear the Sea; 
 
 Secur'd from Harm, on ev'ry Hand, 
 By the divine Decree. 
 
 2. Altho' the Ship wherein he fail'd, 
 
 By dreadful Storms was tofs'd ; 
 The Promife over all prevail'd, 
 And not a Life was loft. 
 
 3. Jefus! the *God whom Paul ador'd, 
 
 Who faves in Time of need ; 
 Was then confefs'd by all on Board, 
 A prcfent Help indeed! 
 
( 107 ) 
 
 4, Tho' neither Sun nor Stars were feen 
 
 Paul knew the Lord vas near; 
 
 And Faith preferv'd his Soul ferene, 
 
 When ethers fhook with Fear. 
 
 5, Believers thus are tefs'd about 
 
 On Life's tempeftuous Main; 
 
 But Grace aflures beyond a Doubt 
 
 They ihall their Port attain. 
 
 6. They muft, they fhall appear one Day, 
 
 Before their Savieur's Throne ; 
 The Storms they meet with by the Way, 
 But make his Power known. 
 
 7. Their PafTage lies acrofs the Brink 
 
 Of many a threatening Wave ; 
 The World expecls to fee them fink, 
 But Jefus lives to fave. 
 
 8» Lord, tho' we are but feeble Worms, 
 Yet fince thy Word is paft ; 
 We 11 venture thro' a thoufand Storms, 
 To fee thy Face at laft. 
 
 HYMN CXXI. 
 
 Before Baptifr.^ 
 
 I, TF glorious Angels do rejoice 
 1 When Sinners turn to God, 
 Let us unite with chearful Voice 
 To fpread his Praife abroad. 
 
 2„ When Jefus unto Jordan came, 
 And was baptiz'd of John, 
 A Voice from Heaven did proclaim 
 'Tis my beloved Son. 
 
 3, His Minifters he fent about 
 
 To preach the W T ord of Grace, 
 
 And 
 
C 108 ) 
 
 And to baptize the World throughout, 
 Who fhould his Truth embrace. 
 
 4. Lord we have hsre before your Eyes, 
 
 Some that have fet their Hands 
 To ferve thee, and to be haptiz'd 
 As thou didfi give Command* 
 
 5. Glory to God who reigns above, 
 
 For his abounding Grace, 
 In this the Token of his Love 
 To us a guilty Race, 
 
 6. Let us employ our Tongues to fing 
 
 The Praifes of the Lord, 
 For calling Sinners home to him . 
 By his all-powrful Word. 
 
 HYMN CXXII. 
 
 The Rum of Antic hrift, Ifai. 63. Ver. 4. 5, 6, 7. 
 
 1. " T Lift my Banner, faith the Lord, 
 i H Where Antichrift has flood ; 
 « The City of my Gofpel-Foes 
 "Stall be a Field of Blood. 
 
 2» " My Heart has ftudied juft Revenge, 
 i( And now the Day appears, 
 '* The Day of my Redeemed is come 
 ( • To wipe away their Tears. 
 
 3. " Qui^e weary is my Patience grown, 
 e( And bids my Fury go ; 
 << Swift as the Lightning it fhall move, 
 " And be as fatal too. 
 
 4. *< I call for Helpers, but in vain : 
 " Then has my Gofpel none ? 
 
 « Well 
 
( iC9 ) 
 
 " Well, mine own Arm has Might enougli 
 " To crufh my Foes alone. 
 
 5. " Slaughter and my devouring Sword 
 
 ft Shall walk the Streets around ; 
 il Babel mail reel beneath my Stroke, 
 "And flagger to the Ground. " 
 
 6. Thy Honour, O victorious King ! 
 
 Thine own Right-Hand mail raife, 
 While we thy awful Vengeance fmg, 
 And our Deliverer Fraife. 
 
 HYMN CXXIII. 
 
 Sight through a Giafs, and Face to Face* 
 
 LOVE the Windows of thy Grace, 
 Thro' which my Lord is feen, 
 And long to meet my Saviour's Face, 
 Without a Glafs between. 
 
 'I 
 
 2. O that the happy Hour were come, 
 
 To change my Faith to Sight! 
 I mall behold my Lord at Home, 
 in a diviner Light. 
 
 3, Hafte, my Beloved, and remove 
 
 Thefe interpofing Days ; 
 Then fhall my Paffions all be Love, 
 And all my Pow'rs be Praife. 
 
 HYMN CXXIV. 
 
 Not ajbamed of the' G of pel, 2 Tim. i, 12. 
 
 r. I'M not afliam'd to own my Lord, 
 A Or to defend his Caufe, 
 Maintain the Honour of his Word, 
 The Glory of his Crofs. 
 
 2, Jefas, 
 
C "0 ) 
 
 2. Jefus, my God ! I know his Name, 
 
 His Name is all my Truft j 
 Nor will he . put my Soul to Shame, 
 Nor Jet my Hope be loft. 
 
 3. Firm as his Throne his Promife Hands; 
 
 And he can well fecure 
 What I've committed to his Hands, 
 Till the deciiive Hour, 
 
 4. Then will he own my worthlefs Name 
 
 Before his Father's Face, 
 And in the new Jerufalem 
 Appoint my Soul a Place. 
 
 HYMN CXXV. 
 
 Cod is every where. 
 
 N all my vaft Concerns with thee, 
 In vain my Soul would try 
 To fhun thy Prefence, Lord, or flee 
 The Notice of thine Eye, 
 
 2. Thy all-furrounding Sight furveys 
 
 My Rifing and my Reft, 
 My public Walks, my private Ways, 
 And Secrets of my Breaft. 
 
 3. My Thoughts lie open to the Lord 
 
 Before they're form'd within ; 
 And ere my Lips pronounce the Word 
 He knows the Senfe I mean. 
 
 4. O wond'rous Knowledge, deep and high 1 
 
 Where can a Creature hide ? 
 Within tjiy circling Arms I lye, 
 Befet on ev'ry Side. 
 
 5. So let thy Grace furround me ftill, 
 
 And like a Bulwark Prove, 
 
 To 
 
 1 I 
 
( "I ) 
 
 To guard my Soul from ev'ry ill, 
 Secur'd by Sov 'reign Love. 
 
 PAUSE. 
 
 6. Lord, where fhall guilty Souls retire, 
 
 Forgotten and unknown ? 
 In Hell they meet thy dreadful Fire, 
 In Heav'n thy glorious Throne. 
 
 7. Should I fupprefs my vital Breath 
 
 To 'fcape the Wrath Divine, 
 Thy Voice would Break the Bars of Death, 
 And make the Grave refign. 
 
 8. If wing'd with Beams of Morning- Light, 
 
 I fly beyond the Weft, 
 Thy Hand which muft fupport my Flight, 
 Would foon betray my Reft. 
 
 0. If o'er my Sins I think to draw 
 
 The Curtains of the J^ight, 
 Thofe flaming Eyes that guard thy Law 
 Would turn the Shades to Light. 
 
 10, The Beams of Noon, the Midnight Hour, 
 Are both alike to thee : 
 O may I ne'er provoke that Pow'r 
 From which I cannot flee. 
 
 HYMN GXXVI. 
 
 Prayer for Deliverance anfwered, Ifa» xxvi. 8 — 20* 
 
 1. TN thine own Ways, O God of Love, 
 J- We wait the Vifks of thy Grace i 
 
 Our Souls Defire is to thy Name, 
 And the Remembrance of thy Face. 
 
 2. My Thoughts are fearching, Lord for thee; 
 'Mongft the black Shades of loaefome Night;. 
 
 My 
 
( *vz ) 
 
 My earneft Cries falute the Skies, 
 Before the Dawn reftores the Light. 
 
 3. Look how rebellious Men deride 
 The tender Patience of my God ; 
 But they ihall fee thy lifted Hand, 
 And feel the Scourges of thy Rod. 
 
 4. Hark ! the Eternal rends the Sky, 
 A mighty Voice before him goes, 
 A Voice of Mufic to lus Friends, 
 But threatening Thunder to his Foes. 
 
 5. Come Children, to your Father's Arms, 
 Hide in the Chambers of my Grace, 
 'Till the fierce Storm be overblown, 
 And my revenging Fury ceafe, 
 
 6. My Sword mall boaft its Thoufands flain, 
 And drink the Blood of haughty Kings, 
 While heav'nly Peace around my Flock 
 Stretches its foft and fhady Wings. 
 
 HYMN CXXVII. 
 
 At a Marrtage-SoU'm/iity. 
 
 1 ♦ T T is not good, Jehovah faid, 
 X For Man new form'd to be alone ; 
 Then of his Rib an Help-meet made, 
 
 And Man and Wife pronounc'd but one* 
 
 .2 From near his Heart this Rib he took, 
 To mew the Favour mould be priz'd: 
 Not from his Head to overlook ; 
 Nor from his Foot to be defpil'd, 
 
 3. Beneath his Arm to fignify 
 
 Wives mould Authority difclaim, 
 And that Protection and Supply 
 
 Are from the Hulbands due to them. 
 
 3. Blefs 
 
 
( "3 ) 
 
 4. Blefs, Lord, this newly-married Pair, 
 
 And make the Match a Bleffing prove ; 
 Their Int'reft one, their Joys, their Care, 
 Made happy in each other's Love. 
 
 5, May each to each an Help-meet be, 
 
 And bend their Necks to Jefu's Yoke : 
 Banded to feek Felicity 
 
 With Chrift's defpifed little Flock. 
 
 6„ Should Olive Plants, around their Board, 
 To them the Gift of Heaven be, 
 Help them to give them back, dear Lord ; 
 Help them to bring them up for thee, 
 
 7. Jefus we aik thy Prefence here ; 
 O may thy Face upon us mine ; 
 Thy Goodnefs more our Hearts can chear 
 Than coftlieft Food or richeft Wine. 
 
 H Y M IS CXXVIII. 
 
 1. T That am drawn out of the Depth, 
 A Will fing upon the Shore : 
 
 I that in Hell's dark Suburbs lay, 
 Pure Mercy will adore. 
 
 2. The Terrors of the living; God 
 
 My Soul did fo affright ; 
 I fear'd left I mould be condemn'd 
 To an eternal Night. 
 
 3. Kind was the Pity of my Friends, 
 
 But could not eafe my Smart ; 
 Their Words indeed did reach my Cafe, 
 But could not reach my Heart* 
 
 4« Ah, what was then this World to me, 
 To whom God's Word was dark . ? 
 Who in my Dungeon could not fee 
 One Beam or mining Spark* 
 
 H 5. What 
 
( i'4 ) 
 
 5, What then were all the Creatures Smiles, 
 
 When the Creator frown'd ? 
 My Days were Nights, my Life was Death, 
 My Being was my Wound. 
 
 6. Tortur'd and rack'd, with hellifh Fears, 
 
 Left God the Blow mould give ; 
 Mine Eyes did fail, my Heart did fink, 
 Then Mercy bid me live. 
 
 HYMN CXXIX. 
 
 1. T'V E found the Pearl of greateft Price, 
 A My Heart doth fing for Joy • 
 
 And ling I mult, a Chrift I have ; 
 O what a Chrift have I ? 
 
 2. Chrift is the Way, the Truth, the Life, 
 
 The Way to God on High, 
 Life to the Dead, the Truth of Types, 
 The Truth of Prophefy. 
 
 3. Chrift is a Prophet, Prieft and King : 
 
 A Prophet full of Light, 
 A Prieft that ftands 'twixt God and Man, 
 A King that rules with Might. 
 
 4. Chrift 's Manhood is a Temple, where 
 
 The Altar God doth reft ; 
 My Chrift, he is the Sacrifice, 
 My Chrift he is the Prieft. 
 
 5. My Chrift he is the Lord of Lords, 
 
 He is the King of Kings ; 
 He is the Sun of Right'oufnefs, 
 With Healing in his Wings. 
 
 6* My Chrift, he is the Tree of Life, 
 Which in God's Garden grows; 
 
 Whofe 
 
I» 
 
 ( "5- ) 
 
 Whofe Fruit docs feed, whofe Leaves do heal ; 
 My Chriit is Sharon's Rofe. 
 
 7. Chrift is my Meat, Chrift is my Drink, 
 
 My Phyfick and my Health, 
 My Peace my Strength, my Joy, my Crown, 
 My Glory and my Wealth. 
 
 8. Chrift is my Father, and my Friend, 
 
 My Brother and my Love ; 
 My Head, my Hope, my Counfellor, * 
 
 My Advocate ftbove. 
 
 9. My Chrift, he is the Heav'n of Keav'nf, 
 My Chrift what mail I call ? 
 
 My Chi ill is Firft, my Chrift is Laft, 
 My Chrift is All in AIL 
 
 HYMN CXXX. 
 
 1 4 T Want an Heart to pray; 
 A To pray, and never ceafe : 
 Never to murmer at thy Stay, 
 Or wifh my Sufferings lefs. 
 
 2. This Blefling above all, 
 
 Always to pray, I want : 
 Out of the Deep on thee to call, 
 And never, never faint, 
 
 3. I want a true Regard, 
 
 A fingle, fteady^Aim, 
 (Unmov'd by Threatning or Reward — ) 
 I To thee, and thy great Name. 
 
 4. A jealous juft Concern, 
 
 For thine immortal Praife ; 
 A pure Defirej that all may learn 
 And glorify thy Grace, 
 
 H 2 5, I want 
 
( "6 ) 
 
 5. I want with all my Heart 
 * Thy Pleafure to fulfil ; 
 To know myfelf, and what thou art, 
 And what thy perfedt Will. 
 
 f6, I want, I know not what ; 
 I want my Wants to fee : 
 I want, alas ! what want I not, 
 When thou art not in me ? 
 
 HYMN CXXXI. 
 
 The Good that I •would I do not. 
 
 i. l" Would, but cannot ling, 
 
 I Guilt has untun'd my Voice ; 
 The Serpent lin's envenom'd Sting 
 Has poifon'd all my Joys, 
 
 2, I know the Lord is nigh, 
 
 And w 7 ould, but cannot pray; 
 For Satan meets me when I try, 
 And frights my Soul away. 
 
 3, I would, but can't repent 
 
 Tho' I endeavour oft ; 
 This ftony Heart can ne'er relent 
 'Till Jefus makes it foft. 
 
 4, I would, but cannot Love, 
 
 Tho' woo'd by Love Divine ; 
 No Arguments have Pow'r to move 
 A Soul fo bafe as mine. 
 
 5, I would, but cannot reft 
 
 In God's molt holy Will; 
 I know what he appoints is belt, 
 Yet murmer at it ftilL 
 
 6, Oh could I but believe ! 
 
 Then all would eafy be ; 
 
 I would, 
 
f 
 
 ( 117 ) 
 
 I would, but cannot; Lord relieve, 
 My Help 111 uft conie from thee 1 
 
 7. But if indeed I would, 
 Tho' I can nothing do ; 
 Yet the Defire is fomething good, 
 For which my Praife is due, 
 
 8» By Nature prone to 111, 
 
 Till thine appointed Hour 
 I was as deflitute of Will, 
 As now I am of Pow'r, g 
 
 o. Wilt thou not Crown, at length, 
 The Work thou haft begun t 
 And r with a Will, afford me Strength 
 In all thy Ways to run. 
 
 HYMN CXXXII. 
 
 * Salvation , Right soufncfs, and Strength in Christ. 
 
 1. JEHOVAH fpeaks, let Ifr'el hear, 
 
 Let all the Earth rejoice and fear, 
 While God's eternal Son proclaims, 
 His Sov'reign Honours and his Names : 
 
 2, " I am the Laft, and I the mil, 
 
 << The Saviour-God, and God the Tuft ; 
 « There's none befides pretends to fliew 
 « Such Juftice and Salvation too. 
 
 [3, "Ye that in Shades of Darknefs dwell, 
 "Juft on the Verge of Death and Hell, 
 < l Look up to me from diftant Lands, 
 « Light, Life and Heav'n, are in my Hands, 
 
 4. « I by my holy Name have fworn, 
 
 << Nor fhall the Word in vain return, 
 "To^ne fhall all Things bend the Knee, 
 "AnJfev'ry Tongue Ihall fwear tome.] 
 
 H 3 5. "In 
 
( "8 ) 
 
 5, "In me alone mail Men confefs 
 
 " Lies all their Strength and Right'oufnefs; 
 *< But fuch as dare defpife my Name, 
 "I'll clothe them with eternal Shame. 
 
 pi << In me the Lord, fhall all the Seed 
 
 *< Of Ifr'el from their Sins be freed, 
 "And by their mining Graces prove 
 '« Their Int'reft in my pard'ning Love." 
 
 HYMN GXXXIII. 
 
 On one Stone J]? all be /even Eyes. 
 
 1. TESUS CHRIST, the Lord's anointed, 
 
 Who his JBIood for Sinners fpiltjj 
 Js the Stone by God appointed", 
 And the Church is on him built : 
 
 He delivers 
 All who truft him from their Guilt/ 
 
 2, Many Eyes at once are fixed 
 
 On a Perfon fo Divine ; 
 Love, with awful Jultice mixed, 
 In his great Redemption fhine : 
 
 Mighty Jefus ! 
 Give me leave to call thee mine t 
 
 3, By the Father's Eye approved, 
 
 Lo, a Voice is heard from Heav'n, 
 << Sinners, this is my Beloved, 
 
 "For your Ranfom freely giv'n; 
 
 « All Offences, 
 " For his fake mail be forgiv'n." 
 
 4. Angels with their Eyes purfu'd him 
 
 When he left his glorious Throne ; 
 With Afloniniment they view'd him, 
 
 Put 
 
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 Put the Form of Servant on ; 
 
 Angels woiihip'd 
 Him who was on Earr.h unknown, 
 
 5. Satan and his Hon: amazed, 
 
 Saw this Stone in Zion laid ; 
 Jefus, tho' to Death abided, 
 
 Bruis'd the fubtil Serpent's Kead : 
 
 When to fave us, 
 On the Crofs his Blood he flied. 
 
 6. When a guilty Sinnei fees him. 
 
 While he looks his Soul is heal'd ; 
 Soon this Sight from Anguihi frees him, 
 
 And imparts a Pardon feal'd : 
 May this Saviour 
 Be to all our Hearts re veal 'd! 
 
 J, With Defire and Admiration, 
 
 All his Blood- Bought Flock behold, 
 Him who wrought out their Salvation, 
 And inclos'd them in his Fold : 
 Yet their warmed 
 Love and praifes are too cold. 
 
 8. By the Eye of carnal Reafon 
 
 Many view him with Difdain ; 
 How will they abide the Seafon 
 
 When he'll come with all his Train ; 
 To efcape him 
 Then they'll wim, but wifh in vain. 
 
 9, How their Hearts will melt and tremble 
 
 When they hear his awful Voice ! 
 But his Saints he'll then aflemble, 
 
 As his Portion, and his Choice: 
 And receive them 
 To his everlafting Joys, 
 
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 HYMN CXXXIV. 
 
 E S U S drinks the bitter Cup, 
 The Wine-Prefs treads alone ! 
 
 Tears the Graves and Mountains up 
 
 By his expiring Groan : 
 Lo the Pow'rs of Heav'n he fhakes, 
 
 Nature in Convulfion lies ; 
 Earth's profoundeft Center quakes, 
 
 The great Redeemer dies. 
 
 2. Dies the glorious Caufe of all, 
 
 The true eternal Pan ; 
 Falls to raife us from our Fall, 
 
 To Ranfom finful Man. 
 Well may Sol withdraw his Light, 
 
 With the SufF'rer fympathize ; 
 Leave the World in fudden Night, 
 
 While his Creator dies. 
 
 3. O my God, he dies for me ; 
 
 I feel the Mortal Smart ! 
 See him hanging on a Tree ! 
 
 A Sight that breaks 1113' Heart ! 
 Oh that all to thee might turn ! 
 
 Sinners ye may love him too ; 
 Look on him ye pierc'd, and mourn 
 
 For him who bled for you ! 
 
 4. 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, 
 
 Pow'r is all to Jefus givn; 
 W r ormipp'd as lie was before, 
 
 Th 1 immortal King of Heav'n. 
 
 HYMN 
 
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 HYMN CXXXV. 
 
 Christ and Aaron y taken from Heb. vii and ix. 
 
 i. TESUS, in thee our Eyes behold 
 A thoufand Glories more 
 Tnan the rich Gems and polifh'd Gold 
 The Sons of Aaron wore, 
 
 1. They firft their own Burnt-off'rings brought, 
 To purge themfelves from Sin ; 
 Thy Life was pure without a Spot, 
 And all thy Nature clean. 
 
 [3. Frefh Blood, as conftant as the Day, 
 Was on their Altar ipilt ; 
 But thy one Off 'ring takes away 
 For ever all our Guilt.] 
 
 [4. Their Priefthood ran thro* fev'ral Hands, 
 For Mortal was their Race : 
 Thy never changing Office {lands, 
 Eternal as thy Days.] 
 
 [5, Once in the Circuit of a Year, 
 With Blood, but not his own, 
 Aaron within the Veil appears 
 Before the golden Throne. 
 
 6. But CHRIST by his own pow'rful Blood 
 
 Afcends above the Skies, 
 And in the Prefence of our GOD 
 Shews his own Sacrifice. j 
 
 7. J e s u s, the King of Glory, reigns 
 
 On Zion's heav'nly Hiil ; 
 Looks like a Lamb that has been flain, 
 And wears his Priefthood ftill. 
 
 H 5 8. He 
 
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 S, He ever lives to intercede 
 Before his Fathers Face : 
 Give him, my Soul, thy Caufe to plead, 
 Nor doubt the Father's Grace. 
 
 HYMN CXXXVI. 
 
 Chriji the Believer's Refuge and Portion. 
 
 1. TESU, Lover of my Soul, 
 
 Let me to thy Lofom fly, 
 \v iiile the nearer Waters roll, 
 
 W'lile the Temped frill is high ; 
 Hide me, oh, my Sav'our hide, % 
 
 Till the Storm of Life is part ; 
 Safe into the laven guide, 
 
 Oh, receive my Soul at laft. 
 
 2. Other Refuge have I none, 
 
 Hangs my helplefs Soul on' thee, 
 Leave, ah ! leave me not alone, 
 
 Still fupport and Comfort me ; 
 All my Truft on thee is itay'd, 
 
 All my Help from thee I bring, 
 Cover my defencelefs Head 
 
 With the Shadow of thy Wing, 
 5. Thou, oh Chrift, art all I want, 
 
 More than all in thee I find ; * 
 Raife the Fallen, chear the Faint, 
 
 Keal the Sick, and lead the Blind, 
 Juft and Holy is thy Name, 
 
 I am all Unright'oufnefs ! 
 Vile and full of Sin I am, 
 
 Thou art full of Truth and Grace. 
 4. Plenteous Grace with thee is found, 
 
 Grace to pardon all my Sin ; 
 Let the healing Streams abound, 
 
 Make, and keep me pure within ; 
 Thou of Life the Fountain art, 
 
 Freely let me take of thee, Spring 
 
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 Spring thou up within my Heart, 
 Rife to all Eternity. 
 
 HYMN CXXXVII. 
 
 i. JESUS, my All to Heav'n is gone, 
 J He whom I fix my Hopes upon ; 
 His Track I lee, and I'll purfue 
 The narrow Way, till him 1 view. 
 
 2. The Way the holy Prophets went, 
 
 The Road that leads from Banimment i 
 The King's Highway ot Holinefs, 
 I'll go, for ail his Paths are Peace. 
 
 3. No Stranger may proceed therein, 
 
 No Lover of this World and Sin j 
 No Lyon, no devouring Care, 
 
 No Sin, nor Sorrow mall be there. 
 
 ij f No; nothing may go up thereon 
 
 But trav'iing Souls, may I be one : 
 Wayfaring Men to Canaan bound, 
 Shall only in this Way be found. 
 
 5. 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 Sin. 
 
 6. The more I ftrove againft its Pow'r, 
 
 I finn'd and {tumbled but the more , 
 Until I heard my Saviour fay, 
 
 "Come hither, Soul, I am the Way." 
 
 7. Lo glad I come, and thou Weft Lamb, 
 
 Wi 1 take me to ihee as I am; 
 Nothing but Sin I thee can gi^e, 
 Nothirg but Ldye would I recehe. 
 
 8. Then, will I tell to Sinners round, 
 
 What a dear Saviour I have found, 
 I'll point to thy redeeming Blood, 
 
 And fay, "Behold the Way to God!" 
 
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 HYMN CXXXVIII. 
 
 1. TESUS, the only Thought of thee, 
 
 I With Sweetnefs fills my Breaft ; 
 but fweeter far it is to fee, 
 And on thy Beauty feaft. 
 
 2. No Sound, no Harmony fo gay, 
 
 Can Art of Mufic frame ; 
 No Thoughts can reach, no Words can fay 
 The Sweets of thy bleft Name. 
 
 3. Jefus our Hop?, when we repent, 
 
 Sweet Source of all our Grace ; 
 Sole Omfbrt in our Banifliment, 
 O i what, when Face to Face ! 
 
 4. Jefus ! that Name infpires my Mind 
 
 With Springs of Life and Light j 
 More than I afk in thee 1 find, 
 And lavifh in Delight. 
 
 5. No Art, or Eloquence of Man, 
 
 Can tell the Joys of Love ; 
 Only the Saints can underiland 
 What they in Jefus prove. 
 
 6. Thee then I'll feek retir'd apart, 
 
 From World and Bufinefs free ; 
 When thefe fhall knock I'll fhut my Heart, 
 And keep it all for thee. 
 
 7. Before the Morning Light I'll come, 
 
 With Magdalene to find 
 In Sighs and Tears, my Jefu's Tomb, 
 And there refrefli my Mind. 
 
 8. My Tears upon his Grave fhall flow, 
 
 My Sighs the Garden fill j 
 
 Then 
 
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 Then at his Feet myfelf I'll throw, 
 And there I'll feek his Will. 
 
 9, Jefus, in thy blefs'd Steps I'll tread, 
 And walk in all thy Ways : 
 I'll never ceafe to weep and plead, 
 Till i'm reftor'd to Grace. 
 
 io. O King of Love, thy blefled Fire 
 Does fuch fweet Flames excite; 
 That firft it raifes our Defire, 
 Then fills us with Delight. 
 
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 J I, Thy lovely Prefence mines fo clear 
 Thro' ev'ry Senfe and Way, 
 That Souls which once have feen thee near, 
 See all Tilings elfe decay. 
 
 12. Come then dear Lord, poflefs my Heart, 
 Chafe thence the Shades of Night ; 
 
 Come pierce it with thy flaming Dart, 
 And ever-lhining Light. 
 
 13. Then I'll for ever Jefus fing, 
 And with the Saints rejoice ; 
 
 And both my Heart and Tongue mail bring 
 Their Tribute to my deareft King, 
 In never-ending Joys. Amen. 
 
 HYMN CXXXJX. 
 
 Free Grace in revealing ChriJ}, Luke x. 21. 
 
 I. TESUS, the Man of conftant Grief, 
 J A Mourner all his Days ; 
 His Spirit once rejoic'd aloud, 
 And turn'd his Joy to Praife # 
 
 2» Father, I thank thy wond'rous Love, 
 That hath revealM thy Son, 
 
 To 
 
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 To Men unlearned ; and to Babes 
 Has made thy Gofpel known. 
 
 3» The Myft'ries of redeeming Grace 
 Are hidden from the Wile ; 
 While Pride and carnal Reas'nings join 
 To fwell and blind their Eyes. 
 
 4. Thus doth the Lord of Heav'n and Earth 
 His great Decrees fulfil, 
 And orders all his Works of Grace 
 By his own Sov'reign Will. 
 
 HYMN CXL. 
 
 %i TESU, Redeemer, Saviour, Lord, 
 J The weary Sinner's Friend : 
 Come to my Help, pronounce the Word, 
 Bid my Corruptions end. 
 
 2» Thou canll o'ercome this Heart of mine, 
 Thou canft Victorious prove ; 
 For eve rinding Strength is thine, 
 And everlafling Love, 
 
 3. Thy pow'rful Spirit can fubdue 
 
 Unconquerable Sin ; 
 Cleanfe my foul Heart, and make it new. 
 And write thy Law within. 
 
 4. Bound down with twice ten thoufand Ties, 
 
 Yet let me hear thy Call ; 
 My Soul in Confidence mall rife, 
 Shall rife and break thro' all. 
 
 5. Speak, and ' the Deaf fhall hear thy Voice, 
 
 The Blind his Sio-ht receive. 
 The Dumb in Songs of Praife rejoice, 
 The Heart of Stone believe. 
 
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 6. The JEthio-p then fhall change his Skin, 
 The Dead fhall. feel thy Pow'r ; 
 The loathfome Leper fhall be clean, 
 And 1 fhall Sin abhor. 
 
 HYMN CXLT. 
 
 Cirift our Righteoufnefs, 
 
 1, TESU, thy Blood and Right'oufnefs, 
 J My Beauty are, my glorious Drefs ; 
 
 JVlidft flaming Worlds in thefe array 'd, 
 With Joy fhall I lift up my Head, 
 
 2, When from the Duft of Death I rife, 
 To claim my Manfion in the Skies ; 
 E'en then fhall this be all my Plea, 
 "Jefus hath l i v' d ; hath dy'd for me." 
 
 3, Bold fhall I Hand in that great Day, 
 For who ought to my Charge fhall lay \ 
 Fully thro' thefe abfolv'd I am 
 
 From Sin and Fear, from Guilt and Shame, 
 
 4, Thus Abraham the Friend of God, 
 Thus all the Armies bought with Blood, 
 Saviour of Sinners thee proclaim ; 
 Sinners of whom the Grief I am, 
 
 5, This fpotlefs Robe the fame appears, 
 When ruin'd Nature finks in Years ; 
 No Age can change its glorious Hue, 
 The Grace of Chrift is ever new« 
 
 6, O Jefu Chrift, all Praife to thee, 
 That thou a Man vonchfaf 'd to be ; 
 And for each Soul, which thou haft made ? 
 Haft an eternal Ranfom paid. 
 
 7, I do believe if Sinners Race 
 
 Ten Thoufand Times more num'rons was ; 
 
 Yet, 
 
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 Yet, flill the Devil had his Full, 
 
 'Tis without Plight he keeps one Soul , 
 
 8. Ah, give to all thy Servants, Lord, 
 
 With Pow'r to fpeak thy quick'ning Word, 
 That all who to thy Wounds will flee, 
 May find eternal Life in thee. 
 
 q» Thou God of Might, thou God of Love, 
 Let all the World thy Mercy prove; 
 Now let thy Word o'er all prevail, 
 Now take the Spoils of Death and Hell, 
 
 io. O let the Dead now hear thy Voice ; 
 Now bid thy banifh'd Ones rejoice ; 
 Their Beauty this, their glorious Drefs, 
 Jefus, the Lord, Our Right'cusness. 
 
 HYMN CXLII. 
 
 Pralfe to the Redeemer, 
 
 I, JOIN all the glorious Names 
 Of Wifdom, Love and Pow'r, 
 That ever Mortals knew, 
 That Angels ever bore : 
 All are too mean 
 To {peak his Worth, 
 Too mean to fet > 
 My SAVIOUR forth. 
 
 2* But, O what gentle Terms, 
 What condefcending Ways 
 Doth our Redeemer ufe 
 To teach his heav'nly Grace ! 
 Mine eyes with Joy 
 And Wonder fee 
 What Forms of Love 
 He bears for me, 
 
 [3, Array 'd 
 
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 [3, Array >d in Mortal Flefh, 
 
 He like an Angel {lands, 
 And holds the Promiics 
 And Pardons in his Hands : 
 
 Commiilion'd from 
 
 His Father's Throne, 
 
 To make his Grace 
 
 To Mortals known.] 
 
 [4. Great Prophet of my God, 
 My Tongue would blefs thy Kame; 
 By thee the joyful News 
 Of our Salvation came ; 
 
 The joyful News 
 
 Of Sins forgiv'n, 
 
 Of Hell fubdu'd, 
 
 And Peace with Keav'n.] 
 
 [5. Be thou mv CotJ-NSE.ile r, 
 My PATTERN, and my Guide 3 
 And thro' this Defart Land 
 Still keep me near thy Side. 
 
 O let my Feet 
 
 Ne'er run aftray; 
 
 Nor- rove, nor feek 
 
 The crooked Way ! 
 
 [6. I love my SHEPHERD'S Voice, 
 His watchful Eyes mall keep 
 My wand'ring Soul among 
 The Thoufands of his Sheep : 
 
 He feeds his Flock, 
 
 He calls their Names, 
 
 His Bofom bears 
 
 The tender Lambs.] 
 
 [7, To this dear Surety's Hand 
 Will I commit my Caufe j 
 He anfwers and fulfills, 
 
 I His 
 
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 His Father's broken Laws. 
 Behold my Soul 
 At Freedom fet ; 
 My Surety paid 
 The dreadful Debt.] 
 
 [8. Jefus, my great high priest, 
 Offer'd his Blood and dy'd; 
 My guilty Confcience feeks 
 No Sacrifice befide, 
 
 Kis pow'rful Blood 
 
 Did once atone ; 
 
 And now it pleads 
 
 Eefore the Throne.] 
 
 [o 4 My advocate appears 
 For my Defence en High^ 
 The Father bows his Ears, 
 And lays his Thunder by, 
 
 Not all that Hell 
 
 Or Sin can fay, 
 
 Shall turn his Heart, 
 
 His Love away] 
 
 [io. My dear Almighty lord; 
 
 My CONOU'ROK and my KING, 
 Thy Scepter, and thy Sword, 
 Thy reigning Grace I ling. 
 
 Thine is the Pow'r ; 
 
 Behold I fit 
 
 In willing Bonds 
 
 Beneath thy Feet.] 
 
 [il. Now let my Soul arife, 
 
 And tread the Tempter down : 
 My CAPTAIN leads me forth 
 To Conquer! and a Crown, 
 
 A feeble Saint 
 
 Shall win the Day, 
 
 Tho Death and Hell 
 
 Obftrucr. the Way,] 12. Should 
 
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 12. Should all the Hofts of Death, 
 And pow'rs of Hell unknown, 
 Put their moft Dreadful Forms 
 Of Rage and Mifchief on, 
 
 I fhall be fafe; 
 
 ForChrift difplays 
 
 Superior Pow'r 
 
 And guardian Grace. 
 
 HYMN CXLIII. 
 
 1, TOY is a Fruit that will not grow 
 J In Natures barren Soil ; 
 
 All we can boaft, 'till Chrilr. we know, 
 Is Vanity and Toil. 
 
 2. But where the Lord has planted Grace, 
 
 And made his Glories known ; 
 There Fruits of Heav'nly Joy and Peace 
 Are found, and there alone. 
 
 3. A bleeding Saviour, Ceen by Faith, 
 
 A Senfe of Pard'ning Love, 
 A Hope that triumphs over Death, 
 Give Joys like thofe above. 
 
 4, To take a Glimpfe within the Vail, 
 
 To Know that God is mine ; 
 Are Springs of Joy that never fail, 
 Unfpeakable Divine. 
 
 5. Thefe are the Joys that fatisfy, 
 
 And fanctify the Mind ; 
 Which make the Spirit mount on Hicrh, 
 And Leave the World behind. 
 
 6, No more Believers, mourn your Lot, 
 
 But if you are the Lord's, 
 
 I 2 Refign 
 
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 Refi<m to them that know him not, 
 Such Joys as Earth affords. 
 
 H Y M N CXLIV. 
 
 The Mejpcth's Coming and Kingdom, 
 
 1. TOY to the World; the Lord is come; 
 
 Let Earth receive her King ; 
 Let ev'ry Heart prepare him Room, 
 And Heav'n and nature fins:. 
 
 2. Joy to the Earth, the Saviour reigns, 
 
 Let Men their Songs employ : 
 While Fields and Floods, Rocks, Hills and Plains 
 Repeat the founding Joy. 
 
 3. No more let Sins and Sorrows grow, 
 
 Nor Thorns infeft the Ground ; 
 He comes to make his Bleffings flow 
 Far as the Curfe is found. 
 
 4. He rules the World with Truth and Grace, 
 
 And makes the Nations prove 
 The Glories of his Right'ousnefs, 
 And Wonders of his Love. 
 
 HYMN CXLV. 
 
 My Grace is fnffici:nt for thee. 2 Corin. 12. v. o. 
 
 1. T/^I^^ are the Words that Jefks fpeaks, 
 J^. To chear the drooping Saint ; 
 
 << My Grace furricient is for you, 
 " Tho' Nature's povv'rs may faint." 
 
 2. My Grace its Glories mall difplay, 
 
 And make your Griefs remove; 
 
 " Your 
 
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 << Your Weaknefs fliall the Triumph tell 
 Of boundlefs Pow'r and Love." 
 
 o t What though my Griefs are not remov'd, 
 Yet why mould I defpair ? 
 While my kind Saviour's Arms Support 
 I can the Burden bear. 
 
 4, Jefus, my Saviour and my Lord ! 
 'Tis good to truft thy Name : 
 Thy Pow'r, thy Faithfulnefs and Love 
 Will ever be the fame. 
 
 5* Weak as I am, yet thro* thy Grace 
 I all Things can perform ; 
 And fouling Triumph in thy Name, 
 Amid'ft the raging Storm. 
 
 HYMN CXLVI. 
 
 Fraying for Relations. 
 
 1. IV^IND Souls, who for the Mis'ries moan 
 INk. Of thofe who feldom mind their own ; 
 
 But treat your Zeal with cold difdain, 
 Refolv'd to make his Labours vain* 
 
 2. You whofe fincere Affection tends, 
 
 To help your dear, ungrateful Friends, 
 Who think you Foes, .or Mad, or Fools, 
 Becaufe you fain would fave their Souls. 
 
 3. Though deaf to ev'rv Warning- jnv'n, 
 They fcorn to walk with you to Heav'n ; 
 
 But often think, and fometimes fay, 
 They'll never go if that's the Way. 
 
 4. Though they the Spir't of God refill, 
 Or ridicule your Faith in Chrirl ; 
 
 Tho' they blafpheme, oppofe, contemn ; 
 And hate you for your Love to them. 
 
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 5. One fecred Way is left you ftill, 
 To do them Good againit their Will : 
 
 Here they can no Obftraclion give ; 
 You may do this without their Leave* 
 
 6. Fly to the Throne of Grace by Pray'r, 
 And pour out all your Wifhes there : 
 
 Effectual fervent Pray'r prevails, 
 When ev'ry other Method fails. 
 
 HYMN CXLVII. 
 
 On Mortality. 
 
 1. "IV^IND Souls reflect awhile with me, 
 X^. Upon our wretched State, 
 
 How frail our Life, how fhort our Time, 
 Our Miferies, how great. 
 
 2. How fhort the Pleafures Earth affords, 
 
 How tranfient, and how few, 
 Compar'd with Heav'ns eternal Joys, 
 And Pleafures ever new. 
 
 3. Come let us leave the Things of Earth, 
 
 (Whole Plealures Poifons are,) 
 And hafte away to Canaans Land, 
 And try our Int'reft there. 
 
 4. Make the extended Skies your Tomb, 
 
 Let Heav'n record your Worth, 
 For know : Vain ?»loi*tals all mull die, 
 As Natures ficklieft Birth. 
 
 5. Would bounteous Heav'n indulge my Pray'r, 
 
 A nobler Choice I frame, 
 Then here to be efteemed great, 
 Or gain an earthly Name. 
 
 6. But 
 
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 6. But in thy Book of Life Divine, 
 
 My God ! infcribe my Name ; 
 There let it fill fome humble Place, 
 Beneath the flaughter'd Lamb. 
 
 7. My God ! this Witnefs let me have, 
 
 Till I refign my Breath, 
 And chearfully my Soul mall wait 
 " Till it is free'd from Death/' 
 
 HYMN CXLVIII. 
 
 1. TV" NOW, ye that are of Adam's Race, 
 JNk. That God hath call'd you by his Grace ; 
 
 And has proclaim'd his Gofpel loud, 
 For to give Warning; to the Proud. 
 
 2. Ye youthful Virgins flop, and paufe, 
 And think u])on your Sav'ours Laws ; 
 
 Let not your Life which God has lent, 
 Alone in Vanity be fpent. 
 
 3. Awake to Thought ! ye tender Souls, 
 And think, alas ! we are but Fools, 
 
 To fpend our Time, which ends in Strife, 
 And lofe this glorious Scene of Life. 
 
 4. Your Life to God muft be refignM ; 
 Your Mind in Jefus be confm'd ; 
 
 For Word and Action muft agree, 
 If Jefus Chiift mall fet you free. 
 
 5. That Servant Form you muft put on, 
 And think that Chrifi's before me gone, 
 
 He is the Way, the Truth and Life, 
 Therefore forfake this World of Strife. 
 
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 HYMN CXLTX. 
 
 A Welcome to Chrijtlan Friends, 
 
 INDRED in Chrift, for his dear fake, 
 A hearty Welcome here receive ; May 
 
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 May we together now partake 
 
 The Joys which only he can give ! 
 
 2. To you and us by Grace 'tis giv'n, 
 
 To know the Saviour's precious Name ; 
 And fhortly we fhall meet in Hcav'n, 
 
 Our Hope, our Way, our End, the fame. 
 
 £„ May he, by whofe kind Care we meet, 
 Send his good Spirit from above, 
 Make our Communications fweet, 
 And caufe our Hearts to burn with Love ! 
 
 4« Forgotten be each worldly Theme, 
 
 When Christians fee each other thus ; 
 We only wiili to fpeak of him, 
 
 Who liv'd and dy'd and rofe for us. 
 
 5. We'll talk of all he did and faid, 
 
 And differ' d for us here below r ; 
 The Path he mark'd for us to tread, 
 And v. hat he's doing for us now. 
 
 6. Thus, as the Moments pafs away, 
 
 We'll love, and wonder and adore ; 
 Lord, h alien on the glorious Day, 
 
 When we fhall meet to part no more ! 
 
 H Y M N CL. 
 
 BUfngs cf the Cofp... 
 
 i. T E T ev'ry Mortal Ear attend, 
 R J And ev'ry Heart rejoice, 
 The Trumpet of the Gofpel founds, 
 With an inviting Voice. 
 
 2» Come all ye hungry ftarving Souls, 
 That feed upon the Wind, 
 And vainly ftriye, with earthly Toy s > 
 To fill an empty Mind. 5. Eter- 
 
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 3. Eternal Wifdom has prepared 
 
 A Soul - reviving Feaft ; 
 And bids your longing Appetites 
 The rich Provifion tafle. 
 
 4. Ho ! ye that pant for living Streams, 
 
 And pine away and die ; 
 Here you may quench your raging Thirft 
 With Springs that never dry. 
 
 5. Rivers of Love and Mercy here 
 
 In a rich Ocean join ; 
 Salvation in abundance flows, 
 
 Like Floods of Milk and Wine. 
 
 6. Dear God ! the Treafures of thy Love 
 
 Are everl ailing Mines ; 
 Deep as our helplefs Mis'ries are, 
 And boundlefs as our Sins. 
 
 7. The happy Gates of Gofpel Grace 
 
 Stand open Night and Day ; 
 Lord, we are come to feek fupplies, 
 And drive our Wants away. 
 
 HYMN CLF. 
 
 Our civ/i Weaknefs, and Christ our Strength, 2 Cor. 
 xii. 7, o, 9, to. 
 
 1. T E T me but hear my Saviour lay. 
 JLi Strength fhall be equal to the Day ; 
 
 Then I rejoice in deep Diflrefs, 
 Leaning on all-fufhcient Grace. 
 
 2. I glory in infirmity, 
 
 That Chrift's own Pow'r may reft on me ; 
 When I am weak, then I am flrong, 
 Grace is my Shield, and Chrift my Song. 
 
 3. I can do all Things, or crm bear 
 All Sufferings, if my Lord be there; 
 
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 Sweet Pleafures mingle with the Pains, 
 While his Left Hand my Head fuftains. 
 
 But if the Lord be once withdrawn, 
 And we attempt the Work alone ; 
 
 When new Temptations fpring and rife, 
 We find how great cur Weaknelsis, 
 
 So Sampfon, when his Hair was loft, 
 Met the Philiftines to his Colt; 
 
 Shook his vain Limbs with fad Surprize, 
 Made feeble Fight, and loft his Eyes, 
 
 H Y M N CLII. 
 
 Our jrall Bodies, and Cod our Prefcrver, 
 E T others boaft how ftrong * they be, 
 
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 Nor Death nor Danger fear ; 
 But we'll confefs, O Lord to thee, 
 What feeble Things we are. 
 
 2. Frefli as the Grafs our Bodies ftaiid, 
 
 And flourifli bright and gay : 
 A blafting Wind fweeps o'er the Land, 
 And fades the Grafs away, 
 
 3. Our Life contains a thoufand Springs. 
 
 And dies if one be gone ; 
 Strange ! that a Harp of thoufand Strings 
 Should keep in Tune fo long ! 
 
 4. But 'tis our God fupports our Frame, 
 
 The God that built us firft; 
 Salvation to th' Almighty Name, 
 That rear'd us from the Duft. 
 
 [5,, He fpoke, and (trait our Hearts and Brains, 
 hi ail their Motions rofe, 
 Let Blood, faid he, flow round the Veins, 
 And round the Veins it flows. 
 
 6. While 
 
( 139 ) 
 
 6. While we have Breath, or ufe our Tcnges, 
 Our Maker we'll adore; 
 His Spirit moves our heaving Lungs, 
 Or they would breathe no more.] 
 
 HYMN CLI1I. 
 
 Chrijlicnt hove. 
 
 1. T E T Party Names no more 
 
 J i The Chriftian World o'erfpread; 
 
 Gentile and Jew, and bond and free 
 Are one in Chrilt their Head. 
 
 2. Among the Saints on Earth, 
 
 Let mutual Love be found; 
 Heirs of the fame Inheritance, 
 With . mutual Blefiings crown'd. 
 
 3. Let Envy and ill -Will 
 
 Be banifh'd far away; 
 Thofe fhould in ftridtceft Friendfhip dwell, 
 Who the fame Lord obey. 
 
 4» Thus will the Church below 
 Refemble that above, 
 Where Streams of pleafure ever flow. 
 And ev'ry Heart is Love_ 
 
 HYMN CLIV. 
 
 hove and Charity, 1 Cor. xiii. 2- 7-12. 
 
 LE T Pharifees of high Efteem 
 Their Faith and' Zeal declare, 
 All their Religion is a Dream, 
 If Love be wanting there, 
 
 2.. Love furrers long with patient Eye, 
 Nor is provok'd in Halle, 
 
 She 
 
( 14° ) 
 
 She lets the prefent Inj'ry die, 
 And long forgets the Pail. 
 
 [3. Malice and Rage, thofe Fire's of Hell, 
 She quenches with her Tongue ; 
 Hopes, arid believes, and thinks no ill, 
 Though fhe endures the Wrong.] 
 
 [4. She ne'er defires, nor feeks to know 
 The Scandals of the Time ; 
 Nor looks with Pride on thofe below, 
 Nor envies thofe that climb.] 
 
 5. She lavs her own advantage by 
 
 To feek her Neighbour's Good; 
 So God"s own Son came down to die, 
 And bought our Lives with Bloo'd. 
 
 6, Love is the Grace that keeps her Pow'r, 
 
 In all the Realms above ; 
 There Faith and Hope are known no more, 
 But Saints for ever love, 
 
 HYMN CLV. 
 
 Striving to praife Chrijt. 
 E T ns, the Sheep by Jefus Nam'd 
 
 L 
 
 Our Shepherd's Mercy blefs ; 
 Let as, whom jefus hath redeem'd, 
 Shew forth our Thankfulnefs. 
 
 2. Not unto us, to thee alone, 
 Be Praife and Glory giv'n ; 
 Here {hall thy Prai'/es be begun, 
 But carry 'd on in Keav'n. 
 
 ~. The Hods of Spirits now with thee, 
 Eternal Anthems ling ; 
 To imitate them here, io ! we 
 Our Hallelujahs bring 
 
 a. Had 
 
( Mi ) 
 
 >}. Had we our Tongues like them infpir'd, 
 Like theirs our Songs ihould rife ; 
 Like them we never ihould be tir'd, 
 But love the Sacrifice. 
 
 5. Till we this veil of Flefh lay down, 
 Accept our weaker Lays ; 
 And when, O Lord, we reach thy Throne, 
 We'll join in nobler Praife. 
 
 H Y M N CLVI. 
 
 Prayer heard, and Zton rejlored. 
 
 • L 
 
 E T Zion and her Sons rejoice, 
 Behold the promised Hour ; 
 Her GOD hath heard her mourning: Voice. 
 And comes t'exalc his Pow'r. 
 
 2. Her Duft and Ruins that remain, 
 
 Are precious in our Eyes ; 
 Thole Pi.uins mail be built again, 
 And all that Dull fhall rile. 
 
 3. The LORD will raife Jerufalem, 
 
 And Hand in Glory there ; 
 Nations mail bow before his Name, 
 And Kings attend with Fear. 
 
 4. He fits a Sov'reign on his Throne, 
 
 With Pity in his Eyes : 
 He hears the dying Pris'ners groan, 
 And fees their Sighs arife. 
 
 $• He frees the Souls condemn'd to Death, 
 And when his Saints complain, 
 It fiian't be faid, " That praying Breath 
 " Was ever fpent in vain." 
 
 6. This 
 
L 
 
 ( 142. ) 
 
 6„ This fhall be known when we are dead, 
 And left on long Record, 
 That Ages yet unborn may read, 
 And truft, and praife the LORD. 
 
 HYMN CLVII. 
 
 Judgment 4 
 
 O ! he cometh, countlefs Trumpets 
 Blow before the bloody Sign ; 
 Midft ten thoufand Saints and Angels, 
 See the Crucified Shine. 
 
 Hallelujah ! hallelujah ! hallelujah ! 
 Welcome, welcome, bleeding Lamb ! 
 
 2. Now his Merit, by the Harpers, 
 Thro' th' eternal Deep refounds ; ' 
 Now refplendent mine his Nail-Prints, 
 Ev'ry Eye jhall fee his Wounds; 
 They who pierc'd him, they who 
 
 pierc'd him, they who pierc'd him, 
 Shall at his Appearance wail. 
 
 2. Ev'ry Ifland, Sea and Mountain, 
 
 Heav'n and Earth mail flee away; 
 All who hate him, mufc, afhamed, 
 Hear the Trump proclaim the Day ; 
 Come to Judgment;, come to Judg- 
 ment, come to [udgment, 
 Stand before the Son of Man. 
 
 4. Saints who love him, view his Glory 
 
 Shining in his bruifed Face, 
 His dear Perfon on the Rairbow; 
 Now his Peoples Head mall raife : 
 Happy Mourners, happy Mourners, 
 
 happy Mourners, 
 Lo ! in Clouds he comes, he comes ! 
 
 5, Now Redemption, long expected, 
 
 See In (blenm Pomp appear; All 
 
( 143 ) 
 
 All Ills People once rejected, 
 
 Now fhali meet him in the Air : 
 
 Hallelujah I hallelujah ! hallelujah ! 
 Now the promis'd Kingdom's come. 
 
 6, View him {hilling, now determin'd 
 Ev'ry Evil to aefhoy ; 
 All the Nations now fhall fing him 
 Songs of everlafting Joy : 
 
 O come quickly, O come quickly, 
 O come quickly, 
 Hallelujah ! come ! Lord come. 
 
 hymn clviii. 
 
 A Vifioji of the Kingdoin of Chrijl a?no?ig Men, 
 
 1. T O, what a glorious Sight appears 
 \_j To our believing Eyes ! 
 
 The Earth and Seas are pafs'd away, 
 And the old rolling Skies. 
 
 2. From the third HeavVi, where God refides, 
 
 That holy, happy Place, 
 The new Jerufalem comes down, 
 Adorn'd with mining Grace. 
 
 3. Attending Angels fhout for Joy, 
 
 And the bright Armies ring, 
 
 (i Mortals behold the facred Seat 
 
 " Of your defcending King ! 
 
 4. " The God of Glory down to Men 
 
 " Removes his blefs'd abode ; 
 *« Men, the dear Objects of his Grace, 
 <( And he the loving God 
 
 5. " His own foft Hand fhall wipe the Tears 
 
 (< From ev'ry Weeping Eye ; 
 <* And Pains, andGroans, and Griefs, and Fears, 
 "And Death itfelf fhall die." 6, How 
 
14 
 
 6. Kow long, dear Saviour, O how long! 
 Shall this bright Hour delay ? 
 Fly fwifily round, ye Wheels of Time, 
 And bring the welcome Day. 
 
 HYMN CLIX. 
 
 I* Y O, what an entertaining Sight 
 
 L 
 
 Are Brethren that agree, 
 
 Brethren, whofe chearful Hearts unite 
 In Bands of Piety ! 
 
 2, When Streams of Love, from Chrift the Spring, 
 
 Defcend to ev'ry Soul ; 
 And heav'nly Peace with balmy Wing 
 Shades and bedews the whole 4 
 
 3, 'Tis like the Oil divinely fweet 
 
 On Aaron's rev'rend Head, 
 The trickling Drops perfum'd his Feet, 
 And o'er his Garments fpread„ 
 
 4, 'Tis pleafant as the Morning Dews, 
 
 That fall en Zion's Hill, 
 Where God his mildeft Glory mews, 
 And makes his Grace diftill. 
 
 HYMN CLX. 
 
 1. T ORD Chrift reveal thy holy Face, 
 i-4 And fend the Spirit of thy Grace 
 
 To fill our Hearts with fervent Zeal, 
 To learn thy Truth, and do thy Will. 
 
 2. Lord lead us in thy holy Ways, 
 
 And teach our Lips to tell thy Praife ; 
 Increafe our Faith, and raife the fame 
 To Tafle the fweetnefs of thy Name* 
 
 3. Till we with Angels join to ling 
 Eternal Praife to thee, our King ; Till 
 
C ^5 ) 
 
 Till we beliold thy Face moft bright 
 In Joy and everlafting Light, 
 
 4, To God the Father, and the Son, 
 And Holy Spirit, Three in One, 
 
 Be Honour, Praif'e and Glory giv'n 
 Ay all on Earth and all in Heav'n. 
 
 HYMN CLXI, 
 
 DifmijJiGn . 
 
 1. T ORD, difmifs us with thy Blefiing; 
 1 J Fill our Hearts with Joy and Peace; 
 
 Let us each, thy Love pr.flHIing, 
 Triumph in redeeming Grace : 
 O refrefh us, &c. 
 Trav'ling thro' this Wildernefs. 
 
 2. Thanks we give, and Adoration, 
 
 For thy Gofpel's joyful Sound; 
 May the Fruits of thy Salvation 
 
 In our Hearts and Lives abound ! 
 Ever faithful, &c. 
 To the Truth mav we be found ! 
 
 3. So whene'er the Signal's piven 
 
 Us from Earth to call away, 
 Borne on Angel's Wings to Heaven, 
 
 Glad the Summons to obey 
 May we ever, &c. 
 Reign with christ in endlefs Day! 
 
 HYMN CLXIL 
 
 Original and afiual Sin cjnfejfed. 
 
 R D, I am vile, conceiv'd in Sin, 
 
 1 And born unholy and unclean ; 
 
 K Sprung 
 
 J. 
 
( i4« ) 
 
 Sprung from the Man whofe guilty Fall 
 Corrupts the Race, and taints us all. 
 
 2. Soon as we draw our infant Breath, 
 
 The Seeds of Sin grow up for Death :- 
 Thy Law demands a perfect Heart, 
 But we're defiTd in ev'ry Part. 
 
 3. [Great God, create my Heart anew, 
 
 And form my Spirit pure and true ; 
 O make me wife betimes, to fpy 
 Mv Danger and my Remedy.] 
 
 4. Behold I fall before thy Face ; 
 
 My only Refuge is thy CJrace ; 
 
 No outward Forms can make me clean, 
 
 The Leprofy lies deep within. 
 
 5. No bleeding Bird, nor bleeding Beaft, 
 
 Nor Hyflbp Branch, nor fprinkling Prieft, 
 Nor running Brook, nor Flood, nor Sea, 
 Can warn the difmal Stain away. 
 
 6. Jesus, my God, thy. Blood alone 
 
 Hath Pow'r fumcient to atone ; 
 
 Thy Blood can make me white as Snow, 
 
 No Jewiih Types could cleanfe me fo. 
 
 7. While Guilt difturbs and breaks my Peace, 
 
 Nor FJefli nor Soul hath Reil nor Eafe ; 
 Lord, let me hear thy pard'ning Voice, 
 And make my broken Bones rejoice. 
 
 HYMN CLXIII. 
 
 j. ORD, I am thine ; but thou wilt prove 
 
 JLi My Faith, my Patience, and my Love, 
 When Men of Spite a<rainft me join, 
 They are the Sword, the Hand is thine. 
 
 2. Their 
 
( 147 ) 
 
 2. Their Hope and Portion lie below, 
 'Tis all the Happinefs they know, 
 
 'Tis all they feek; they take their Shares, 
 And leave the reft among their Heirs. 
 
 3. What Sinners value, I refign ; 
 LORD, 'tis enough that thou art mine ; 
 
 I fhall behold thy blifsful Face, 
 And Hand compleat in Right^oufhefs. 
 
 4. This Life's a Dream, an empty Shows 
 But the bright World to which I go, 
 
 Hath Joys fubftantial and fincere ; 
 •When mail I wake and find me there ? 
 
 5+ O glorious Hour ! O bleft Abode ! 
 I fhall be near, and like my God ! 
 And Flefh and Sin no more controul 
 The facred Pleasures of the Soul. 
 
 6. My Flefh fhall flumber in the Ground, 
 'Till the laft Trumpet's joyful Sound ; 
 Then burft the Chains with fweet Surprize 
 And in my SAVIOUR'S Image rife. 
 
 HYMN CLXiV. 
 
 The Myfteries of Provide?zce. 
 
 1. T ORD, how Myfterious are thy Ways ! 
 JLi How blind are we, how mean our Praife 1 
 
 Thy Steps can Mortal Eyes explore ? 
 'Tis ours to wonder, and adore. 
 
 2 . Thy deep Decrees from Creature Sight, 
 Are hid in Shades of awful Night ; 
 
 Amid the Lines, with curious Eye, 
 Not Angel Minds prefume to pry, 
 
 K 2 3. Great 
 
( i48 ) 
 
 3. Great God, I would not afk to fee, 
 What in Futurity fhall be ; 
 
 If Light and Blifs attend my Days, 
 Then let my future Hours be Praife. 
 
 4. Is Darknefs and Diflrefs my Share ? 
 Then let me truit thy guardian Care ; 
 
 Enough for me, if Love Divine 
 
 At length through ev'ry Cloud fhall mine. 
 
 5. Yet this my Soul defires to know, 
 Be this my only Willi below ; 
 
 ^That Chrift is mine! — this great Requeft 
 Grant, bounteous God — and I am bleft, 
 
 HYMN CLXV. 
 
 Conviction of Sin by the Law, Rom. vii. 8,9,14,24. 
 
 1. T ORD, how fecure my Confcience was, 
 A-4 And felt no inward Dread ! 
 
 1 was alive without the Law, 
 
 And thought my Sins were dead# 
 
 2. My Hope of Heav'n were firm and bright, 
 
 But fince the Precept came 
 With a convincing Pow'r and Light, 
 I find how vile I am. 
 
 £3. My Guilt appear 'd but fmall before, 
 Till terribly I faw 
 How perfect., holy, juft, and pure, 
 Was thine eternal Law. 
 
 4. Then felt my Soul the heavy Load, 
 
 My Sins reviv'd again, 
 I had provoked a dreadful God, 
 And all my Hopes were flain.] 
 
 5. I'm like a helplefs Captive fold, 
 
 Under the Pow'r of Sin j 
 
 I cannot 
 
( H9 ) 
 
 I cannot do the Good I would, 
 Nor keep my Confcience clean. 
 
 6. My God, I cry with ev'ry Breath 
 For fome kind Pow'r to f?.ve, 
 To break the Yoke of Sin and Death, 
 And thus redeem the Slave, 
 
 HYMN CLXVX. 
 
 O R D ; I believe a Red remains 
 To all thy People known, 
 A. Reft where pure Enjoyment reigns, 
 And thou art lov'd alone. 
 
 1 L 
 
 2. A Reft where all our Souls Defire 
 
 Is fixt on Things above ; 
 Where Fear and Sin, 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 Pow'r beftow, 
 And let me ceafe from Sin ! 
 
 4. Remove this Hardnefs from my Heart, 
 
 This Unbelief remove : 
 To me the Reft of Faith impart, 
 The Sabbath of thy Love. 
 
 5. I would be thine ; thou know 'ft I would, 
 
 And have thee all my own : 
 Thee, Oh ! my All-Sufficient Good, 
 I want, and thee alone, 
 
 6. Thy Name to me, thy Nature grant ! 
 
 This, only this, be giv'n : 
 Nothing befide my God I want, 
 Nothing in Earth or Heav'n. 
 
 K 3 7. Come, 
 
C i*o ) 
 
 7. Come, Oh my Saviour, come away, 
 
 Into my Soul defcend ! 
 No longer from thy Creature flay, 
 My Author and my End ! 
 
 8. Come, Father, Son, and Holy Ghoft, 
 
 And feal me thine Abode ! 
 Let all I am in thee be loft, 
 Let all be loft in God.. 
 
 HYMN CLXVII. 
 
 For the Lord's Day Morning, 
 
 1. T ORD in the Morning thou malt hear 
 -L^ My Voice afcending High ; 
 To thee will I direct my Pray'r, 
 To thee lift up mine Eye. 
 
 2* Up to the Hills where Christ is gone 
 To plead for all his Saints, 
 Preferring at his Father's Throne 
 Our Songs and our Complaints. 
 
 3. Thou art a G o d before whofe Sight 
 
 The Wicked mail not ftand ; 
 Sinners fhall ne'er be .thy Delight, 
 Nor dwell at thy Right Hand. 
 
 4. But to thy Houfe will I refort, 
 
 To tafte thy Mercies there ; 
 I will frequent thine Holy Court, 
 And Worfhip in thy Fear. 
 
 5. O may thy Spirit guide my Feet 
 
 In Ways of Right'oufhefs ! 
 Make ev'ry Path of Duty ftraight, 
 And plain before my Face, 
 
 HYMN 
 
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 HYMN CLXVIH. 
 
 Longing for the Houfs of God, 
 
 1. T O 11 D of the Worlds above, 
 
 \ j How pleafanc and how fair 
 The Dwellings of thy Love, 
 Thy earthly Temples are ! 
 
 To thine Abode 
 
 My Heart afpires, 
 
 With warm Defires 
 
 To fee my God. 
 
 2. The Sparrow for her Young, « 
 
 With Pleafure feeks a Nell ; 
 And wand'ring Swallows long 
 To find their wonted Reft : 
 
 My Spirits faints 
 
 With equal Zeal, 
 
 To rife and dwell 
 
 Among thy Saints. 
 
 3. O happy Souls that pray 
 
 Where God appoints to hear ! 
 O happy Men that pay 
 Their conllant Service there ! 
 
 They praife thee ftill; 
 
 And happy they 
 
 That love the Way 
 
 To Zion's Hill I 
 
 4. They go from Strength to Strength, 
 
 Thro' this dark Vale of Teais, 
 Till each arrives at length, 
 Till each in Heav'n appears : 
 
 O glorious Seat, 
 
 When God our King 
 
 Shall thither bring 
 
 Our willing Feet ! 
 
 K 4* HYMN 
 
C ^ ) 
 
 HYMN CLXIX, 
 
 1. T ORD, thou haft planted me a Vine 
 | j In fertile Soil and Air : 
 
 Now tend and water me as thine, 
 And make me flill thy Care. 
 
 2. My Chrift I'm wholy thine, direct 
 
 My Gomes, for I'm dark; 
 O may my ccnftant Aims be right! 
 Thine Honour be my Mark i 
 
 3. Shall Simon bear thy Crofs alone, 
 
 And other Saints be. free ? 
 Eacii Saint of thine (hall find his Own, 
 And there is One for me. 
 
 4. Whene'er it fails unto my Lot, 
 
 Let it not frighten me ; 
 Nor drive me from my gracious G o D, 
 But bring me heme to thee. 
 
 5. O happy Chriftians, be not loth 
 
 To have a coajfer Fare; 
 Saints that have had no Table-Cloth 
 Had Chrift at Dinner there. 
 
 6. To do or faiTer I am pleas'd, 
 
 So long as Chrift ftands by ; 
 Support me with thy conilant Aid, 
 Left all thy Graces die. 
 
 7. Thy Way is to the Upright Strength ; 
 
 Lord, make it fo to me, 
 That never tiring with the Length, 
 My Soul may reach to thee. 
 
 HYMN 
 
( *>3 ) 
 HYMN CLXX. 
 
 j4n Evening F/a/m* 
 
 x . ORD, thou wilt hear me when I pray, 
 
 JL-J I am for ever thine ; 
 I fear before thee all the Day, 
 Nor would 1 dare to fin. 
 
 2. And while I reft my weary Head, 
 From Cares and Busnefs free, 
 *Tis fweet Converfing on my Bed 
 With my own Heart and Thee. 
 
 3* I P a y tms E v 'ning Sacrifice, 
 
 And when my Work is done, 
 Great God! my Faith and Hope relies 
 Upon thy Grace alone. 
 
 4 # Thus, with my Thoughts composed to Peace, 
 I'll give mine Eyes to Sleep ; 
 Thy Hand in fafety keeps my Days, 
 And Will my Slumbers keep. 
 
 HYMN CLXXI. 
 
 The Prefence of g o d worth dying for, 
 
 1. T ORD, 'tis an infinite Delight 
 -Lrf To fee thy lovely Face, 
 
 To dweil whole Ages in thy Sight, 
 And feel thy vital Rays. 
 
 2. This Gabriel knows ; and fings thy Name 
 
 With Raptures on his Tongue ; 
 Mofes the Saint 'enjoys the fame, 
 And Heav'n repeats the Song. 
 
 3. While the bright Nation sounds thy Praife 
 
 From each eternal Hill, 
 Sweet Odours of exhaling Grace 
 The happy Region fill, 
 
 K 5 4. Thy 
 
( i*4 ) 
 
 4. Thy Love, a Sea without a Shore, 
 
 Spreads Life and Joy abioau j 
 O 'tis a Heav'n worth dying for 
 To fee a fmiJing God. 
 
 5. Shew me thy Face, and I'll away 
 
 From ail inferior Things ; 
 Speak, Lord, and here i quit my Clay, 
 And ilretch my airy Wings. 
 
 6. Sweet was the Journey to the Sky 
 
 The wondrous Prophet try'd ; 
 " Climb up the Mount (fays God) and diej' 
 The Prophet climb'd and dy'd. 
 
 7. Softly his fainting Head he lay 
 
 Upon his Maker "s Br e aft ; 
 His Maker kifs'd his Soul away, - 
 And laid his Fleih to relt*. 
 
 8 # In God's own Arms he left the Breath 
 That God's own Spirit gave 1 
 His was the nobleft Road to Death, 
 And his the fweetefl Orave. 
 
 HYMN CLXXII. 
 
 The Frailty and Shortne/s of Life, 
 
 l # ' ORD, what a feeble Piece 
 A-* Is this our Mortal Frame ? 
 Our Life, how poor a Trifle 'tis, 
 That fc rce deferves the Name • 
 
 2. Alas, the brittle Clay 
 
 That built our Body firft ! 
 And ev'ry Month and ev'ry Day, 
 Tis mouldering back to Duft. 
 
 3 # Our Moments fly apace, 
 
 Nor will our Minutes ftay : 
 
 Juft 
 
( iss ) 
 
 Tufl: like a Flood our hafty Days 
 Are fweeping us away. 
 
 4» Well, if our Days mull fly, 
 
 We'll keep their End in Sight, 
 We'll fpend them all in Wifdom's Way, 
 And let them fpeed their Flight* 
 
 5. They'll waft us fooner o'er 
 This Life's tempeftuous Sea : 
 Soon we {hall reach the peaceful Shore 
 Of Weft Eternity, 
 
 HYMN CLXX11I. 
 
 The Profperity of Sinners curfed* 
 
 1. T ORD, what a thoughtlefs Wretch was I, 
 JLj To mourn, and murmer, and repine, 
 
 To fee the Wicked plac'd on high, 
 In Pride and Robes of Honour mine ! 
 
 2. But, O their End, their dreadful End ! 
 
 Thy Sanctuary taught me fo * 
 On llipp'ry Rocks I fee the 
 And fiery Billows roll 
 
 3» Now let them hoaft 
 Til never envy 
 There they may 
 Till they pi 
 
 4. Their fane 
 
 Juft 
 T 1 
 
L 
 
 HYMN CLXXIV. 
 
 ORD, we come before thee now, 
 At thy Feet we humbly bow: 
 Oh I do not our 5uL difdain, 
 Shall we feek thee, Lord, in vain ? 
 
 2. Lord, on thee our Souls depend, 
 
 In Companion now uefcend : 
 
 Fill our Hearts with thy rich Grace, 
 
 Tune our Lips to fmg thy Praife. 
 
 3. In thine own appointed Way, 
 
 Now we feek tliee, here we flay ; 
 Lord we know not how to go 
 'Till a Bleiling thou beftcw. 
 
 4. Send fome Meflage from thy Word, 
 
 That may Joy and Peace afford ; 
 Let thy Spirit now impart 
 Full Salvation to each Heart. 
 
 r. Comfort thofe who weep and mourn, 
 Let the Time of Joy return ; 
 
 are caft down, lift up, 
 •ong in Faith and Hope ! 
 
 r feek and find 
 1 and kind ; 
 ntive free, 
 ee ! 
 
 V. 
 
C 15-7 ) 
 
 Who turns thy Feet from dang'rous Ways, 
 Of Folly, Sin and Shame,] 
 
 [3, 'Tis not by Works of Right'oumefs, 
 Which our own Hands have done ; 
 But we are fav'd by Sov'reign Grace ; 
 Abounding through his Son.] 
 
 4. 'Tis from the Mercy of our God 
 
 That all our Hopes begin ; 
 'Tis by the Water and the Blood 
 Our Souls are wafh'd from Sin, 
 
 5. 'Tis through the Purchafe of his Death, 
 
 Who hung upon the Tree, 
 The Spirit is lent down to breathe 
 On fuch dry Bones as we* 
 
 6. Rais'd from the Dead we live anew ; 
 
 And juftify'd by Grace, 
 We mall appear in Glory too, 
 And fee our Father's Face. 
 
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 HYMN CLXXVI. 
 
 Blejfed be ye Poor, Luke vi. 20. 
 ORD, when I hear thy Children talk, 
 
 (And I believe 'tis often true) 
 
 How with Delight thy Ways they walk, 
 
 And gladly thy Commandments do. 
 
 2, In my own Breafl I look, and read 
 
 Accounts fo very different there, 
 That had I not thy Blood to plead, 
 Each Sight would fink me to Defpair. 
 
 3, Needy, and naked, and unclean, 
 
 Empty of Good, and full of 111, 
 A lifelefs Lump of loathfome Sin, 
 Without the Pow'r to act or will. 
 
 4. I fee> 
 
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 ( 153 ) 
 
 4. I feel my fainting Spirits droop ; 
 
 My wretched Leannefs I deplore, 
 'Till gladden'd with a Gleam of Hope 
 From this, " The Lord has blefs'd the Poor. 
 
 5. Then while I make my fecred Moan, 
 
 Upwards I caft my Eyes and fee, 
 Though I have nothing of my own, 
 My Treafure is immenfe in thee. 
 
 6. Still may I keep thy Love in View, 
 
 Lean there ; nor envy thofe that run ; 
 Still truft to — not what I can do, 
 But what thyfelf haft for me done. 
 
 7. My Treafure is thy precious Blood ; 
 
 Fix there my Heart ; And for the reft, 
 Under thy forming Hands, my God, 
 
 Give me that Frame which thou lik'ft beft, 
 
 HYMN CLXXVII. 
 
 1. O ! he comes with Clouds defcending ; 
 JL-4 Once for guilty Sinners flain ! 
 
 Thoufand Thoufand Saints attending, 
 Swell the Triumph of his Train : 
 Hallelujah ! 
 Alleluiah ! Amen. 
 
 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, 
 Sha.ll the true Messiah fee. 
 
 3. Ev'ry Ifland, Sea and Mountain, 
 
 HeaVn and Earth fhall flee away; 
 
 All 
 
C 1*9 ) 
 
 All who hate him muft confounded 
 Hear the Trump proclaim the Day ; 
 
 Come to Judgment ! 
 Come to Judgment ! come away ! 
 
 4. Now Redemption long expected, 
 
 See in folemn Pomp appear i 
 All his Saints by Man rejected, 
 Now mail meet him in the Air ! 
 
 Hallelujah ! 
 See the Day of God appear ! 
 
 5. Anfwer thine own Bride and Spirit ; 
 
 Haften, LORD, the gen'ral Doom 1 
 The new Heav'n and Earth t' inherit, 
 Take thy pining £xiles Home : 
 
 All Creation 
 Travails, groans, and bids thee come J 
 
 6. Yea ! Amen ! let all adore thee, 
 
 High on thine eternal Throne ! 
 Saviour, take the pow'r and Glory : 
 Claim the Kingdom for thine own I 
 
 O come . quickly, 
 Hallelujah ! come, LORD, come ! 
 
 HYMN CLXXVIIf. 
 
 Mercy comes to the Miferable. 
 
 1. "TY/TERCY is welcome News indeed, 
 -L* J- To thofe that guilty ftand : 
 
 Wretches that feel what Help they need, 
 Will blefs the helping Hand. 
 
 2. Who rightly would his Alms difpofe, 
 
 Muft give them to the Poor; 
 
 None 
 
None l>ut the wounded Patient knows 
 That Comfort of his Cure. 
 
 3. We all have finn'd againft our GOD ; 
 
 Exception none can boaft : 
 But he that feels the heavieft Load, 
 Will prize Forgivenefs molt. 
 
 4. No Reckoning can we rightly keep; 
 
 For who the Sams can kiK-w ? 
 Some Souls are fifty Pieces deep ; 
 And fbme five Hundred owe. 
 
 5. But let our Debts be what they may, 
 
 However great or fin all ; 
 As foon as we have nought to pay, 
 Our LORD forgives us all, 
 
 6. 'Tis perfect Poverty alone, 
 
 That fets the Soul at large ; 
 While we can call one Mite our own, 
 We have no full Difcharsre* 
 
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 HYMN CLXXIX. 
 
 1. T\/rESSIAH, full of Grace 
 
 JlY L Redeein'd by thee we plead 
 The Promife made to Abra ins Race 
 To Souls for Ages dead. 
 
 2, Their Bones are quite dry'd up 
 
 Throughout the Vale appear ; 
 Cut off and loft their laft faint Hope 
 To fee thy Kingdom here. 
 
 3„ Open their Graves, and bring 
 The Outcafts forth to own 
 Thou art their Lord, their God and King, 
 Their true anointed One. 
 
 4. To 
 
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 4. To fave the Race forlorn 
 Thy glorious Arm difplay : 
 And mew the World a Nation born, 
 A Nation in a Day ! 
 
 HYMN CLXXX. 
 
 A living and a dead Faith, colleBed from feveral 
 Scriptures, 
 
 1. Tt/Tlftaken Souls! that dream of Heav'n, 
 jLVJL And make their empty boaft, 
 
 Of inward Joys, and Sins forgiv'n, 
 While they are Slaves to Luft # 
 
 2. Vain are our Fancies, airy Flights, 
 
 If Faith be cold and dead, 
 None but a living Pow'r unites 
 To Chrift the living Head. 
 
 3. 'Tis Faith that changes all the Heart ; 
 
 'Tis Faith that works by Love ; 
 That bids all finful Joys depart, 
 And lifts the Thoughts above. 
 
 4. 'Tis Faith that conquers Earth and Hell 
 
 By a celeftial Pow'r ; 
 This is the Grace that fhall prevail 
 In the decifive Hour. 
 
 [£, Faith muft obey her Father's Will 
 As well as trult his Grace, 
 A pard'ning God is jealous dill 
 For his own Holinefs. 
 
 6. When from the Curfe he fets us free, 
 He makes our Natures clean, 
 Nor would he fend his Son to be 
 The Minifter of Sin. 
 
 ?. His Spirit purines our Frame, 
 
 And feals our Peace with God ; 
 
 L Jefus 
 
Jcfus and his Salvation came 
 By Water and by Blood] 
 
 HYMN CLXXXI. 
 
 1. TVyTOURNING, and drooping, here I lie 
 -LV L Upon this earthly Clod, 
 
 While heav'nly Things invite my Eye, 
 And bring me to my God. 
 
 2. Transported with a glorious View 
 
 Of God's eternal Love, 
 Unto this World I bid adieu, 
 And long to be above. 
 
 '3, There all the Saints in Harmony 
 Do ftand for evermore, 
 And to a vaft Eternity, 
 
 Their glorious Lord adore. 
 
 4. Hark ! Hark ! Methinks I hear the Sound ; 
 
 Mcthinks the Angels fing ; 
 The glorious Melody goes round, 
 Which makes the Heav'ns to ring, 
 
 5. The Saints above do fing a Song 
 
 ( In a melodious Strain) 
 Which doth to God alone belong, 
 And to the Lamb once flain. 
 
 6. Wonder and Love, and Joy, and Praife, 
 
 Fill all their happy Souls, 
 While the vaft Flood of fov'reign Grace 
 Through all the Region rolls. 
 
 7. The Saints all cloth'd in white array, 
 
 Their Saviour's Praife declare ; 
 Through the bright Realms of endlefs Day, 
 There's not one Mourner there. 
 
 $ # But oh, the Glory of the Place, 
 
 No Mortal Tongue can tell! Where 
 
( i<*3 ) 
 
 Where they behold their Saviour's Face, 
 And in his Prefence dwell. 
 
 <;. Oh, how they each perform their Parts, 
 Thro' all the happy Train ! 
 This glorious Song infpires their Hearts, 
 Worthy the Lamb, once flain | 
 
 io. Amen, they cry, Amen, Amen, 
 Thy Ways oh God are true ; 
 Blefling, and Glory, Wifdom, and 
 Thankfgiving is thy Due. 
 
 II. Honour and Pow'r, and endlefs Might, 
 Be giv'n to thee, oh Lord! 
 In this fweet Song they all unite, 
 And fing with one Accord. 
 
 13. Oh, how the bending Seraphs join 
 To praife the God above ! 
 While all the Saints, in Notes Divine, 
 Do fing redeeming Love. 
 
 13. Worthy, oh Lord, worthy art thou j 
 
 To wear the glorious Crown ; 
 
 So all the Saints in Glory bow, 
 
 And caft their Di'dems down. 
 
 14. The Song eternally goes round, 
 
 To him that made the Sky, 
 I'm loft, I'm loft, to view the Bound 
 Of vaft Eternity. 
 
 15. When there have paft more Million Years 
 
 Than Sands upon the Shore ; 
 The Saints above will have no Fears 
 That the bleft Space is o'er, 
 
 \b, If all the Drops in Oceans wide 
 Were to be number'd o'er, 
 
 L 2 And 
 
( i<*4 ) 
 
 And then by Millions multiply'd, 
 And twice as many more. 
 
 17. And then as many Years fhould paft 
 
 As Water Drops in all; 
 Or Grains of Sand, or Spires of Grafs, 
 Upon this earthly Ball. 
 
 18. Then adds as many Millions more 
 
 As Stars that fill the Sky ; 
 Then all that Number doubled o'er 
 Can't meet Eternity, 
 
 19. Eternity will ftill remain ; 
 
 'Twill be Eternity } 
 The Song of God the Three in oris 
 Will laft eternally. 
 
 20. Who can defcribe the BleiTednefs 
 
 Of Pleafure ever new ? 
 
 1 long the Glory to poflefs, 
 
 And bid all Sin adieu. 
 
 21. Farewell my Friends, I long to go ; 
 
 Adieu Death, Sorrow, Pain, 
 
 Adieu to Fears, Adieu to Woe ; 
 
 And welcome cndlefs Gain. 
 
 22. Oh, how my Soul doth long to quit 
 
 This Earth, and foar away ! 
 Oh Jefus, if it is molt fit, 
 Let not thy Chariot ft ay. 
 
 23. Come take my longing Spirit up. 
 
 To dwell with thee above ; 
 I long with thee, my Lord, to fup, 
 On everlafting Love, 
 
 24. The Time feems long till thou doft brinj; 
 My Soul unto that Place, 
 
 Where I thy Praife fhall ever fing, 
 
 And reft in thine Embrace. HYMN 
 
( *6f ) 
 HYMN CLXXXII. 
 
 Complainbig of Spiritual Sloth. 
 
 1. "]\>TY drowfy Pow'rs, why fleep ye fo, 
 1 V-L Awake my fluggifh Soul ! 
 
 Nothing has half thy Work to do, 
 Yet nothing's half fo dull. 
 
 2, The little Ants for one poor Grain, 
 
 Labour, and tug and drive, 
 Yet we, who have a Heav'n t'obtain, 
 How negligent we live ? 
 
 3, We, for whofe fake all Nature flands, 
 
 And Stars their Courfes move ; 
 We, for whofe Guard the Angel Bands 
 Come flying from above. 
 
 4. We, for whom God the Son came down, 
 
 And labour'd for our Good, 
 How carelels to fecure that Crown, 
 He purchas'd with his Blood ! 
 
 5, Lord, fhall we lie fo fluggifh ftill, 
 
 And never act our Parts ! 
 Come, holy Dove, from th' heav'nly Hill, 
 And fit and warm our Hearts. 
 
 6. Then fhall our active Spirits move, 
 
 Upwards our Souls fhall rife : 
 With Hands of Faith, and Wings of Love, 
 We'll fly and take the Prize. 
 
 HYMN CLXXXIIL 
 
 Watchfutnefs and Brotherly Reproof, 
 
 Y God, accept my early Vows, 
 Like Morning Incenfe in thine Houfe ; 
 
 L 3 And 
 
 '•M 
 
( 166 ) 
 
 And let my nightly Worfhip rife, 
 Sweet as the Ev'ning Sacrifice. 
 
 2 t Watch o'er my Lips, and guard them. Lord, 
 From ev'ry rafli and heedlefs Word ; 
 Nor let my Feet incline to tread 
 The guilty Path where Sinners lead. 
 
 3. <) may the Ilight'ous, when I ftray, 
 Smite and reprove my wand'ring Way ! 
 Their gentle Words, like Ointment med, 
 Shall never bruife, but chear my Head. 
 
 4. When I behold them preft with Grief, 
 I'll cry to Heav'n for their Relief; 
 And by my warm Petitions prove, 
 How much I prize their faithful ' Love. 
 
 HYMN CLXXXIV. 
 
 I # TV/fY God I am thine ; 
 IV J_ 'Tis Comfort Divine, 
 To know that the Sav'our of Sinners is mine, 
 
 2, In the heav'nly Lamb 
 Thrice happy I am ; 
 
 My Heart doth rejoice at the Sound of his Name. 
 
 3. True Pleafures abound 
 In the rapt'rous Sound, 
 
 Whoever hath found it, hath Paradife found. 
 
 4» My J eU13 t0 know, 
 
 And feel his Blood flow, 
 'Tis Life everlafling, 'tis Heaven below. 
 
 5. Yet onward I hafte 
 To the heav'nly Feaft: 
 That, that is the Fulnefs ; but this is the Tafte. 
 
 6. And 
 
( i<*7 ) 
 
 6, And this I fhall prove, 
 'Till glad I remove 
 To the Heaven of Heavens in Jefus's Love. 
 
 HYMN CLXXXV. 
 
 Human Weaknefs ow?ied. 
 
 I # 1\/TY Lord, how great's the Favour i 
 JLVJ. That I a Sinner Poor, 
 Can thro* thy Blood's fweet Savour 
 
 Approach thy Mercy's Door : 
 And find an open Pauage 
 
 Unto the Throne of Grace ; 
 There wait the welcome Meflage, 
 That lids me go in Peace. 
 
 2, Lord, I'm an helplefs Creature, 
 
 Full of the deepen: Need : 
 Throughout defii'd by Nature 
 
 Stupid, and inly dead ; 
 My Strength is perfect Weaknefs, 
 
 And all I have is Sin ; 
 My Heart is all Unclennnefs, 
 
 A Den of Thieves within. 
 
 3, In this forlorn Condition, 
 
 Who fhall afford me Aid? 
 Where fhall I find Companion 
 
 But in the Church's Head? 
 Jefus thou art all Pity, 
 
 O take me to thine Arms, 
 And exercife thy Mercy, 
 
 To fave me from all Harms. 
 
 4, I'll never ceafe repeating 
 
 My numberlefs Complaints ; 
 But ever be intreating 
 
 The glorious King of Saints, 
 
 L 4 'Till 
 
( i68 ) 
 
 'Till I attain the Image 
 
 Of him I inly love ; 
 And pay my grateful Homage 
 
 With all the Saints above. 
 
 5. Then I, with all in Glory, 
 
 Will thankfully relate 
 Th J amazing, pleafing Story 
 
 Of JeftYs Love fo great ; 
 In this bleu: Contemplation 
 
 I ever mall be well ; 
 And prove fuch Confolation, 
 
 As none below can tell. 
 
 HYMN CLXXXVI. 
 
 A Thought of Death and Glo*-y. 
 
 *♦ TV/T^ Soul come meditate the Day, 
 XV A And think how near it ftands, 
 When thou muft quk this Houfe of Clay, 
 And fly to unknown Lands. 
 
 [2. And you mine Eyes, look down and view 
 The hollow gaping Tomb : 
 This gloomy Prifon waits for you, 
 Whene'er the Summons come.] 
 
 3. Oh ! could we die with thofe that die, 
 
 And place us in their Itead ; 
 Then would your Spirits learn to fly, 
 And converib with the Dead. 
 
 4. Then mould we fee the Saints above 
 
 In their own glorious Forms, 
 And wonder why our Souls fhould love 
 To dwell with mortal Y\ r ormm 
 
 5. How we mould fcorn thefe Cloathes of Fleih, 
 
 Thefe Fetters, and this Load ; 
 
 And 
 
( i6 9 ) 
 
 And long for Ev'ning to undrefi, 
 That we may reft with God. 
 
 6. We fhonld almoft forfake our Clay 
 Before the Summons come, 
 And pray, and wifh our Souls away 
 To their eternal Home, 
 
 HYMN CLXXXVII. 
 
 A Song of Prrafe for the Holy Chcjl. 
 
 1. j\/TY Soul doth magnify the Lord, 
 IV X My Spirit doth ~rejoice 
 
 In God my Saviour, and my God ; 
 I hear his joyful Voice. 
 
 2. I need not go abroad for Joys, 
 
 I have a Feaft at Home ; 
 My Sighs are turned into Songs, 
 The Comforter is come, 
 
 3. Down from above the blefled Dote, 
 
 Is come into my Breaft, 
 To witnefs God's eternal Love ; 
 This is my heav'nly Feaft. 
 
 4. This makes me Abba Father cry, 
 
 With Confidence of Soul ; 
 This makes me ^cry, my Lord, my God, 
 And that without Controul, 
 
 5„ There is a Stream that uTues forth 
 From God's eternal Throne, 
 And from the Lamb, a living Stream,, 
 Clear as the Cryftal Stone. 
 
 6. The Stream doth water Paradife, 
 It makes the Angels ring ; 
 One Cordial Drop revives my Heart, 
 Hence all my Joys do fpring. 
 
 L 5 7. Such 
 
( 17° ) 
 
 7. Such Joys as are unfpeakable, 
 And full of lilorv too; 
 Such hidden Manna, hidden Pearls, 
 As Worldlings do no., know. 
 
 S. Eve has not fecn, nor Ear hath heard, 
 From Faiuy 'tis concealM 
 What thou Lord haft laid up for thine, 
 And haft to me reveal'd. 
 
 ^. I fee thy Face, I hear thy Voice, 
 I tnile thy fweeteft Love : 
 My Soul doth leap, hut Oh, for Wings; 
 The Wings of INoah's Dove. 
 
 jo* Then would I fly far hence away, 
 Leaving this World of Sin ; 
 Then would my Lord put forth his Hand, 
 And kindly take me in. 
 
 II, Then would my Soul with Angels Feaft, 
 On Joys which always lalt ; 
 Bleft be my God, the God of Joy, 
 Who gives me here a Tafte, 
 
 HYMN CLXXXVIII. 
 
 SubmiJJion to jfffliflhe Providences, 
 
 1. XT A K E D as from the Earth we came, 
 xN And crept to Life at firft, 
 
 We to the Earth return again, 
 And mingle with our Dufl, 
 
 2. The dear Delights we here enjoy, 
 
 And fondly call our own, 
 Are but fliort Favours borrow'd now, 
 To be repaid anon. 
 
( *7* ) 
 
 3. 'Tis God that lifts our Comforts high, 
 
 Or finks them in the Grave : 
 He gives, (and blefied be his Name !) 
 Ke ^iakes but what he gave. 
 
 4. Peace, all our angry Paflions then 1 . 
 
 Let each rebellious Sigh 
 Be filent at his Sov'reign Will, 
 And ev'ry Manner die. 
 
 5* If fmiling Mercy crown our Lives, 
 Its Praifes fhall be fpread, 
 And we'll adore the Juftice too 
 That (hikes our Comforts dead* 
 
 HYMN CLXXXIX. 
 
 Heaven Invifible a?id Holy, 1 Cor. ii, 9, 10. Rev. 
 
 xxi, 2 7« 
 
 1. ^T O R Eye has feen, nor Ear has heard, 
 X\l Nor Senfe nor Reafon known, 
 
 What Joys the Father has prepar'd 
 For thofe that love the Son. 
 
 2. But the good Spirit of the Lord 
 
 Reveals a Heav'n to come : 
 The Beams of Glory in his Word 
 Allure and guide us home. 
 
 3. Pure are the Joys above the Sky, 
 
 And ' all the Region Peace ; 
 No wanton Lips, nor envious Eye, 
 Can fee or tafte the Blifs. 
 
 4. Thofe holy Gates for ever b ar 
 
 Poliution, Sin, and Shame j 
 None fhall obtain Admittance there, 
 But Foll'wers of the Lamb, 
 
 5. H<? 
 
( I7x) 
 
 5* # He keeps the Father's Book of Life, 
 There ail their JNames are found; 
 The Hypocrite in vein ihall itrive 
 To tread the heaVnly Ground. 
 
 HYMN CXC. 
 
 The Mi/try of being without God in this World*. Or, 
 Vain Profperily t 
 
 1. 'VTO, I fhall envy* them no more, 
 JlN Who grow profanely Great, 
 
 Tho* they increafe their golden Store, 
 And rife to wond'rous Height. 
 
 2. They tafte of all the Joys that grow 
 
 Upon this earthly Clod ! 
 Well, they may fearch the Creature* thro', 
 For they have ne'er a God. 
 
 3. Shake off the Thoughts of dying too, 
 
 And think your Life your own ; 
 But Death comes haft'iiing on to you, 
 To mow your Glory down. 
 
 4. Yes, you mutt bow your ftately Head, 
 
 Away your Spirit flies, 
 And no kind Angel near your Bed, 
 To bear it to the Skies, 
 $, Go now, and boaft of all your Stores, 
 And tell how bright they mine ; 
 Your heaps of glitt'ring Dull are yours, 
 And my Redeemer's mine. 
 
 HYMN CXCL 
 
 Charity and Vncharitablenefs. 
 
 I. \T O T diff'rent Food nor diff'rent Drefs, 
 JlN Compoie the Kingdom of our Lord: 
 But Peace and Joy and Right'oufnefs, 
 Faith and Obedience to his Word. 2. When 
 
C 171 ) 
 
 2. When weaker Chriftians we defpife 
 
 We do the Gofpel mighty Wrong : 
 For God, the Gracious and the Wife, 
 Receives the Feeble with the Strong. 
 
 3. Let Pride and Wrath be banim'd hence, 
 
 Meeknefs and Love our Souls purfue ; 
 Nor mall our Practice give Offence 
 To Saints, the Gentile or the Jew* 
 
 HYMN CXCIL 
 
 The Song of Zacharias, and the Mejfage of John 
 
 the Baptift : Or, Light and Salvation of Jefus 
 
 Chrijl, Luke i. 68, &c, John i. 29, 32* 
 
 1. XT O W be the God of Ifra'l blefs'd, 
 JJN Who makes his Truth appear ; 
 
 His mighty Hand fulfils his Word, 
 And all the Oaths he fware. 
 
 2. Now he bedews old David's Root 
 
 With Bleffings from the Skies ; 
 He makes the Branch of Promife grow, 
 The promis'd Horn arife. 
 
 [3,. John was the Prophet of the Lord, 
 To go before his Face, 
 The Herald which our Saviour-God 
 Sent to prepare his Ways. 
 
 4. He makes the great Salvation known, 
 
 He fpeaks of pardon 'd Sins ; 
 While Grace Divine, and heav'nly Love 
 In its own Glory mines. 
 
 5. «< Behold the Lamb of God he cries, 
 
 " That takes our Guilt away ; 
 
 << I faw 
 
( 174 ) 
 
 te I faw the Spirit o'er his Head 
 "On his Baptizing Day.] 
 
 6. « Be ev'ry Vale exalted high, 
 
 " Sink ev'ry Mountain low ; 
 « The Proud muft ftoop, and humble Souls 
 <( Shall his Salvation know. 
 
 7. " The Heathen Realms with Ifrael's Land 
 
 " Shall join in fweet Accord ; 
 "And all that's bom of Man mall fee 
 " The Glory of the Lord, 
 
 8* << Behold the Morning-Star arife, 
 " Ye that in Darknefs fit ; 
 *' He marks the Path that leads to Peace, 
 " And guides our Doubtful Feet." 
 
 HYMN CXCIII, 
 
 Redeeming Love, 
 
 I, VTOW begin the heav'nly Theme, 
 x\ 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 Souls dry up your Tears, 
 Banifh all your guilty Fears ; 
 See your Guilt and Curfe remove, 
 Cancell'd by redeeming Love* 
 
 4. Ye, alas ! who long have been 
 Willing Slaves of Death and Sin; 
 Now from Blifs no longer rove, 
 Stop — and taO. „■ -"deeming Love, 
 
 5. Welcome 
 
( 175- ) 
 
 $. Welcome all by Sin oppreft, 
 Welcome all to Jefus Chrift ; 
 Nothing brought him from above, 
 Nothing but redeeming Love. 
 
 6, Fe fubdu'd th' infernal Pow'rs, 
 His tremendous Fees and ours, 
 From their curfed Empire drove, 
 Mighty in redeeming Love* 
 
 7. Hither then your Mufic bring, 
 Strike aloud each joyful String; 
 Mortals join the Korls above, 
 Join to praife redeeming Love. 
 
 HYMN CXCIV. 
 
 Love and Hatred, 
 
 '•N 
 
 O W by the Bowels of my GOD, 
 His fliai p Djftrefs, his fore Complaints, 
 By His laft Groans, his dying Blood, 
 I charge my Soul to love the Saints. 
 
 2, Clamour and Wrath and War be gone, 
 Envy and Spite for ever ceafe ; 
 
 Let bitter Words no more be known 
 Among the Saints, the Sons of Peace. 
 
 3, The Spirit like a peaceful Dove 
 
 Flies from the Realms of Noife and Strife; 
 Why fhould we vex and grieve his Love, 
 Who feals our Souls to heav'nly Life ? 
 
 4, Tender and kind be all our Thoughts; 
 Thro* all our Lives let Mercy run : 
 
 So GOD forgives our num'rous Faults, 
 For the dear Sake of CHRIST his Son. 
 
 HYMN 
 
C 176 ) 
 
 HYMN CXCV. 
 
 New Year's Day, 
 
 1. "XT O W, gracious Lord, thine Arm reveal, 
 JlN And make thy Glory known; 
 Now let us all thy Prefence feel, 
 And foften Hearts of Stone ! 
 
 2» Help us to venture near thy Throne, 
 And plead a Saviour's Name ; 
 For all that we can call our Own, 
 Is Vanity and Shame. 
 
 3 # From all the Guilt of former Sin 
 May Mercy fet us free ; 
 And let the Year we now begin, 
 Begin and End with thee. 
 
 4. Send down thy Spirit from above, 
 
 That Saints may love, thee more; 
 And Sinners now may learn to love 
 Who never lov'd before. 
 
 5. And when before thee we appear 
 
 In our Eternal Heme ; 
 May growing Numbers worfhip here, 
 And praife thee in our R.oom. 
 
 HYMN CXCVI. 
 
 An Evening Song ¥ 
 
 1. \T O W from the Altar of my Heart, 
 -lN Let Incenfe Flames arife, 
 Aflift me Lord to offer up 
 Mine Evening Sacrifice. 
 
 Awake, my Love; awake, my Joy; 
 Awake, my Heart and Tongue ; 
 
 Sleep 
 
( *77 ) 
 
 Sleep not -when Mercies loudly call ; 
 Break forth into a Song, 
 
 3., Man's Life's a Book of Hiftory, 
 The Leaves thereof are Days; 
 The Letters Mercies clofely join'd, 
 The Title is thy Praife. 
 
 4. This Day was God my Sun and Shield, 
 
 My Keeper and my Guide ; 
 His tender Care o'er me was fhown, 
 His Mercies multiply 'd. 
 
 5. Minutes and Mercies multiply'd 
 
 Have made up all this Day ; 
 Minutes came quick ; but Mercies were 
 More fleet and free than they. 
 
 6. New Time, new Favour and new Joys, 
 
 New Songs of Praife require; 
 Till I fhall praife thee as I would, 
 Accept my Hearts Defire. 
 
 7. Lord of my Time, whofe Hand hath fet 
 
 New Time upon my Score, 
 Thee fhall 1 praife for all my Time, 
 When Time fhall be no more, 
 
 H Y M N CXCVII. 
 
 1. TWT O W from the Garden to the Crofi, 
 -L\I Let us attend the Lamb of God; 
 
 Be all Things elfe accounted Drofs, 
 Compar'd with Sin atoning Blood. 
 
 2. See how the patient Jefus Hands, 
 
 Infulted in his loweft Cafe; 
 Sinners have bound th' Almighty's Hands ; 
 And fpit in their Creator's Face. 
 
 3 t With Thorns his Temples gor'd and gafh'd, 
 -Send Streams of Blood from evVy Part ; 
 
 M His 
 
( 178 ) 
 
 His Back's with knotted Scourges lafh'd ; 
 But fharper Scourges tear his Heart. 
 
 4, Nail'd naked to th' accurfed Wood; 
 Expos'd to Earth, and Heav'n above, 
 A Spectacle of Wounds and Blood ; 
 A Prodigy of injur'd Love ! 
 
 5» Hark how his doleful Cries affright 
 Affected Angels, while they view ; 
 His Friends forfook him in the Night; 
 And now his God forfakes him too. 
 
 6. Oh what a Field of Battle's here ! 
 
 Vengeance and Love their Powers oppofe : 
 Never was fuch a mighty Pair; 
 
 Never were two fuch defp'rate Foes. 
 
 7. Behold that pale, that languid Face, 
 
 That drooping Head, thofe cold dead Eyes! 
 Behold, in Sorrow and Difgrace, 
 
 Our concurring Heroe hangs and dies ! 
 
 8. Ye that aflume his facred Name, 
 
 Now tell me, what can all this mean? 
 What was it bruis'd God's harmlefs Lamb! 
 What was it pierc'd his Soul, but Sin I 
 
 9. Blufh, Chriftian, blufh ; let Shame abound, 
 
 If Sin affects thee not with Woe, 
 Whatever Spirit's in thee found, 
 
 Chrifl's Spirit thou didft never know. 
 
 HYMN CXCVIII. 
 
 Love on a Crofs, and a Throne* 
 
 I, XT O W let my Faith grow ftrong, and rife, 
 JIN And view my L o r d in all his Love; 
 Look back to hear his dying Cries, 
 Then mount and fee his Throne above. 
 
 2. See 
 
( 179 ) 
 
 2. See where he languifh'd on the Crofs ; 
 
 Beneath my Shis he groan'd and dy'dj 
 See where he fits to plead my Caufe, 
 By his Almighty Father's Side. 
 
 3. If I behold his bleeding Heart* 
 
 There Love hi Floods of Sorrow reigns, 
 He triumphs o'er the killing Smart, 
 And buys my Pleafure with his Pains. 
 
 4. Or if I climb th' eternal Hills, 
 
 Where the dear Conqu'ror fits enthron'd, 
 Still in his Heart Companion dwells, 
 Near the Memorials of his Wound. 
 
 5. How mail a pardon'd Rebel mow 
 
 How much I love my Saviour. God? 
 Lord here I baniih ev'ry Foe, 
 I hate the Sins that colt thy Blood, 
 
 6. I hold no more Commerce with Hell, 
 
 My deareft Lufts mall all depart; 
 But let thine Image ever dwell 
 Stampt as a Seal upon my Heart, 
 
 HYMN CXCIX. 
 
 The Agonies of Chrift. 
 
 t, TVTOW let our Pains be all forgot, 
 JL\ Our Hearts no more repine ; 
 Our SufF' rings are not worth a Thought, 
 When, Lord, compar'd with thine. 
 
 2. In lively Figures here we fee 
 The bleeding Prince of Love; 
 Each of us Hope, he dy'd for me, 
 And then our Griefs remove. 
 
 M 2 [3. Ouir 
 
C 180 ) 
 
 [3, Our humble Faith here takes her Rife, 
 While fitting round his Board; 
 And back to Calvary me flies, 
 To view her groaning Lord. 
 
 4. His Soul, what Agonies it felt 
 
 When his own God withdrew ; 
 And the large Load of all our Guilt 
 Lay heavy on him too* 
 
 5. But the Divinity within 
 
 Supported him to bear : 
 Dying, he conquer'd Hell and Sin, 
 And made his Triumph there.]] 
 
 6. Grace, WifdOm, Juftice, join'd and wrought 
 
 The Wonders of that Day I 
 No Mortal Tongue, nor Mortal Thought, 
 Can equal Thanks repay, 
 
 7. Our Hymns fhould found like thofe above, 
 
 Could we our Voices raile ; 
 Yet, Lord, our Hearts fhall all be Love, 
 And all our Lives be Praife, 
 
 H Y M N CC. 
 
 Chrift's Sufferings and Exaltation, 
 
 1. ^^TOW let our mournful Songs record 
 xN The dying Sorrows of our Lord, 
 
 When he complamM in Tears of Blood, 
 As one forfaken of his God. 
 
 2. The Jews beheld him thus forlorn, 
 
 And fhook their Heads and laugh'd in Scorn ; 
 "He refcu'd others from the Grave, 
 " Now let hixn try himfelf to fave. 
 
 3. "Tins 
 
C 181 ) 
 
 g. <* This is the Man did once pretend 
 ** God was his Father and his Friend ; 
 "If God the blefled lov'd him fo, 
 «<Why doth he fail to help him now!" 
 
 4. Barbarous People ! Cruel Priefts ! 
 
 How they flood round like Savage Beafts; 
 
 Like Lions gaping to devour, 
 
 When God had left hirr. in their Pow'r. 
 
 y. They wound his Head, his Hands, his Feet, 
 Till Streams of B]ood each other meet ; 
 By Lot his Garments they divide, 
 And mock the Pangs in which he dy'd. 
 
 6. But God, his Father, heard his Cry; 
 
 Rais'd from the Dead he reigns on high; 
 The Nations learn his Right'oumefs, 
 And humble Sinners taite his Grace, 
 
 HYMN CCT. 
 
 Parting with Friends. 
 
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 1. "^fOW Lord, tho' we muft part awhile, 
 -L\l Upon the heav'nly Road ; 
 
 Yet let thy Face upon us fmile, 
 And keep us near our God. 
 
 2. And if on Earth again we meet, 
 
 Lord let us meet with thee^ 
 And let thy gracious Prefence fweet 
 From Bondage fet us free. 
 
 3. This, only this we humbly crave, 
 
 While Earth is our Abode, 
 That we with Chrift and Saints may have 
 Communion on the Road* 
 
 4. For fince our Fellowship below, 
 
 Affords fuch Joy and Love, 
 
 M 3 We 
 
( i8* ) 
 
 We long its full Extent to know, 
 When r \e ihail meet above. 
 
 5. Let this, O Lord excite us on, 
 
 To keep the narrow Way, 
 Till we mall meet around thy Throne, 
 With all the Heirs of Day, 
 
 6. Come Holy Ghoft, our Souls infpire I 
 
 Maintain this Flame of Love, 
 Tiii we (hall join that glorious Choir 
 Of Worfhippers above* 
 
 HYMN CCII. 
 
 I. ^VT°W may the Spirit's holy Fire, 
 JlN Defcending from above, 
 His waiting Family infpire 
 With Joy, and Peace, and Love I 
 
 2. Thee we the Comforter confefs ; 
 
 Unlefs thou'rt prefent here ; 
 Our Songs of Praife are vain Addrefs, 
 We utter heartlefs Pray'r. 
 
 3. Wake heav'nly Wind, arife and come, 
 
 Blow on the drooping Field ; 
 Our Spices then ihall breath Perfume, 
 And Fragrant Incenfe yield. 
 
 4. Touch, with a living Coal, the Lip 
 
 That Ihall proclaim thy Word : 
 And bid each awful Hearer keep 
 Attention to the Lord. 
 
 5. Haft en the reftitution Day, 
 
 Which now Corruption fhrouds ; 
 New Heavens, and new Earth difplay, 
 With Jefus in the Clouds. 
 
 HYMN 
 
( i8* ) 
 
 HYMN CCIII. 
 
 A Sight of Heaven in Sicknefs. 
 
 OF T have I fat in fecret Sighs, 
 To feel my Flefh decay, 
 Then groan'd aloud with frighted Eye§, 
 To view the tott'ring Clay. 
 
 *, But I forbid my Sorrows now, 
 Nor dares the Flefh complain ; 
 Difeafes bring their Profit too ; 
 The Joy o'ercomes the Pain* 
 
 $, My chearful Soul now all the Day 
 Sits waiting here and fings ; 
 Looks thro* the Ruins of her Clay, 
 And practifes her Wings t 
 
 4. Faith almoft changes into Sight, 
 
 While from afar fhe fpies, 
 Her fair Inheritance, in Light 
 Above created Skies. 
 
 5. Had but the Prilon Walls been ftrong. 
 
 And firm without a Flaw, 
 In Darknefs fhe had dwelt too long, 
 And lefs of Glory faw : 
 
 6. But now the everlafling Hills 
 
 Thro* ev'ry Chink appear, 
 And fomething of the Joy fhe feels 
 While fhe's a Prif 'ner here : 
 
 7. The Shines of Heav'n rufh fweetly in 
 At all the gaping Flaws ; 
 Vifions of endlefs Blifs are feen 
 And Native Air fhe draws. 
 
 M 4 8. O may 
 
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 S. O may thefe Walls ftand tott'ring flill, 
 The Breaches never clofej 
 If I muft here in Darknefe dwell, 
 And all this Glory lofe ! 
 
 9. Or rather let this Flefh decay, 
 The ruins wider grow, 
 Till glad to fee th 'enlarged Way, 
 I ftretch my Pinions through, 
 
 HYMN CCiV. 
 The STONY HEART. 
 
 1. f~\ H, for a Glance of heavenly Day, * 
 Vy To take this ftubborn Stone away : 
 
 And thaw with Beams of Love Divine 
 This Heart, this frozen Heart of mine ! 
 
 2. The R.ocks can rent ; the Earth can quake ; 
 
 The Seas can roar ; the Mountains fhake; 
 Of Feeling all Things iliew fome Sign ; 
 But this unfeeling Heart of mine. 
 
 5. To hear the Sorrows thou haft felt, 
 Dear Lord, an Adamant % would melt; 
 Bat 1 can read each moving Line, 
 
 And nothing move this Heart of mine. 
 
 4. Thy Judgments too unmov'd I hear, 
 
 (Amazing Thought !) which Devils fear ; 
 Goodnefs and Wrath in vain combine, 
 To ftir this ihrpid Heart of mine. 
 
 5. But fomething yet can do the Deed ; 
 
 And that dear Something much I need; 
 Thy Spirit can from Drofs refine ; 
 
 And move and melt this Heart of mine. 
 
 HYMN 
 
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 HYMN CCV. 
 
 1. /^\H, that I had a Bofom Friend, 
 \J To tell my Secrets to ! 
 
 On whofe Advice I might depend, 
 In ev'ry Thing I do. 
 
 2. How do I wander up and down, 
 
 And no one pities me ; 
 I feem a Stranger quite unknown, 
 A Son of Iv'.ifery. 
 
 3„ None lends an Ear to my Complaint, 
 Nor minds my Cries and Tears j 
 None comes to help me, though 1 faint, 
 Nor my vaft Burthen bears. 
 
 4. While others live in Mirth and Eafe, 
 
 And feel no want nor Woe ; 
 Through this dark, howling Wildernefs, 
 I full of Sorrow go. 
 
 5. Oh! faithlefs Soul, to reafon thus, 
 
 And murmer without End ; 
 Did Chrift expire upon the Crofs f 
 And is not he thy Friend ? 
 
 6. Why doft thou envy carnal Men ! 
 
 And think their State fo bleft ? 
 How great Salvation haft thou feen ? 
 And Jefus is thy Reft. 
 
 7. What can this lower World afford, 
 
 Compar'd with Gofpel Grace, 
 Thy Happinefs is in the Lord, 
 And thou ihalt fee his Face. 
 
 3. Can prefent Griefs be counted great, 
 
 Compar'd with future Woes? 
 Will transient Pleafures feem fo fweet, 
 Compar'd with endlels Joys? 
 
 M 5 9. How 
 
( i8<5 ) 
 
 9. How foon will God withdraw the Scene, 
 
 And burn the World he made ? 
 Then Woe to carnal carelels Men : 
 My Soul lif: up thy Head. 
 
 10. Thy Saviour is thy real Friend, 
 Conftant, and true, and good : 
 
 He will be with thee to the End, 
 And bring thee fafe to God, 
 
 11, What then my Soul haft thou to fear! 
 
 Or why ihould'ft thou repine ? 
 Look up, behold Redemption's near ; 
 Rejoice, for Heav'n is thine. 
 
 12, Why O my Soul, art thou fo fad ? 
 When will thy Sighs be o'er ? 
 
 Rejoice in Jefus, and be g;lad, 
 Rejoice for Evermore, 
 
 HYMN CCVI, 
 
 The two Debtors. 
 
 1. ^v N C E a Woman filent ftood 
 KJ While Jefus fat at Meat ; 
 
 From her Eyes fhe pour'd a Flood 
 
 To wafh his Sacred Feet : 
 Shame and Wonder, Joy and Love, 
 
 All at once pollefs'd her Mind, 
 That fhe e'er fo vile could prove, 
 
 Yet now Forgivenefs find. 
 
 2. "How came this vile Woman here? 
 
 " Will Jefus notice fuch ? 
 e< Sure, if he a Prophet were, 
 
 '< He would difdain her touch !" 
 Simon thus, with fcornful Heart, 
 
 Slighted one whom Jefus lov'd; 
 
 But 
 
( 187 ) 
 
 But her Saviour took her Part, 
 And thus his Pride repi ov'd : 
 
 3, " If two Men in Debt were bound, 
 
 u One lefs, the other more ; 
 « Fifty, or rive hunched pound, 
 
 " And both alike were Poor; 
 ** Should the Lender both forgive, 
 
 " When lie fuw them both diftrefs'd ; 
 " Which of them would \ou believe 
 
 " Engag'd to love him belt I 
 
 4« <e Surely he who rm.it did owe," 
 
 The Pharifee repl v d ; 
 Then our Lord, " by judging fo, 
 
 << Thou doft for her decide : 
 « Simon, if like her you knew 
 
 "How much you rorgivenefs need ; 
 « You like her had acted too, 
 
 ** And welcom'd me indeed ! 
 
 5 # « When the Load of Sin is felt, 
 
 " And much Forgivenefs known ; 
 < e Then the Heart of ceurfe will melt, 
 
 " Tho' hard before as Stone ; 
 « Blame not then her Love and Tears, 
 
 " Greatly fhe in Debt has been ; 
 " But I have remov'd her Fears, 
 
 "And pardon'd all her Sin." 
 
 6 # When I read this Woman's Cafe, 
 
 Her Love and humble Zeal ; 
 I confefe, with Shame of Face, 
 
 My Heart is made of Steel ; 
 Much has been forgiv'n to me, 
 
 Jefus paid my heavy Score ; 
 What a Creature mure I be, 
 
 That I can love no more ! 
 
 HYMN 
 
( i88 ) 
 HYMN CCVII. 
 
 I 4 /^v N C E more before we part, 
 
 Vj We'll blefs the Saviour's Name: 
 Record his Mercies, ev'ry Heart ; 
 Sing, ev'ry Tongue, the fame. 
 
 2. Hoard up his facred Word, 
 
 And feed thereon and grow : 
 Go on, and feek to know the Lord ; 
 And pracftife what you know. 
 
 HYMN CCVIII. 
 
 A Morning Song. 
 
 1. f\ N C E more my Soul, the riling Day 
 v^/ Salutes thy waking Eyes ; 
 
 Once more my Voice, thy Tribute pay 
 To him that rules the Skies, 
 
 2. Night unto Night his Name repeats, 
 
 The Day renews the Sound, 
 Wide on the Heav'n on which he fits 
 To turn the Seafons round. 
 
 3. 'Tis he fupports my Mortal Frame, 
 
 My Tongue fhall fpeak his Praife ; 
 My Sins would roufe his Wrath to Flame, 
 And yet his Wrath delays. 
 
 4. [On a poor Worm thy Pow'r might tread* 
 
 And I could ne'er withftand ; 
 Thy Juflice might have crufli'd me dead, 
 But Mercy held thine Hand. 
 
 5. A thoufand wretched Souls are fled 
 
 Since the laft fetting Sun, v 
 And yet thou length'neft out my Thread, 
 And yet my Moments run.] 
 
 6. Dear 
 
( i89 ) 
 
 6. Dear God, let all my Hours be thine, 
 Whilft I enjoy thy Light ; 
 Then fhall my Sun in Smiles decline, 
 And bring a pleafant Night. 
 
 HYMN CCIX. 
 
 New Tear's Day* 
 
 1. /^VNCE more the conflant Sun, revolving 
 KJ round his Sphere, [Year ; 
 
 His fleady Gourfe has run, and brings another 
 He rifes, fets, but goes not back ; 
 Nor ever quits Ins deftin'd Track* 
 
 2. Hence let Believers learn to keep a forward Pace ; 
 Be this our main Concern, to finifh well our Race. 
 Bakflidings fhun, with Patience prefs 
 Towards the Sun of Right'oufnefs. 
 
 3. What now fhall be our Talk ? or rather what 
 
 our Pray'r ? 
 What good Things mail we afk, to profper this 
 
 New Year ? 
 With one Accord our Hearts we'll lift ; 
 And alk our LORD fome New Year's Gift. 
 
 4. No trifling Gift or fmall mould Friends of 
 
 CHRIST defire ; 
 Rich LORD, beftow on all pure Gold, well 
 
 try'd by Fire ; 
 Faith that ftands fall ; when Devils roar ; 
 And Love which lafts for Evermore. 
 
 HYMN CCX. 
 
 Before Preaching. 
 
 *• /^\NCE more we come before our God, 
 W Onee more his Blefling aflc 3 
 
 Oh, 
 
( i*o ) 
 
 Oh, may not Duty feem a Load I 
 Nor Worihip prove a talk. 
 
 2. Father, thy quick'ning Spirit fend 
 
 From Heav'n, in Jefu's Name, 
 To make our waiting Minds attend, 
 And put our Souls in Frame. 
 
 3. May we receive the Word we hear j 
 
 Each in an honeft Heart ; 
 Hoard up the precious Trcafure there, 
 And never with it part. 
 
 4. To feek thee all our Hearts difpofe, 
 
 To each thy Bleiling {hit, 
 And let the Seed thy Servant fows 
 Produce a copious Fruit, 
 
 5. Bid the refrefhing North Wind wake j 
 
 Say to the South Wind, blow ; 
 Let ev'ry Plant the Pott ? r partake, 
 And all the Garden grow. 
 
 6. Revive the parch 'd with heav'nly Show'rs, 
 
 The Cold with Warmth Divine ; 
 And as the Benefit is ours, 
 Be all the Glory thine. 
 
 HYMN CCXI. 
 
 1. S~\N thee, O God of Purity, 
 V^ I wait for hallowing Grace ; 
 
 None without Holinefs fhall fee 
 
 The Glories of thy Face : 
 In Souls Unholy, and Unclean, 
 
 Thou never canft Delight ; 
 Nor £hall they, while unfav'd from Sin, 
 
 Appear before thy Sight. 
 
 2, But as for me, with humble Fear, 
 
 I will approach thy Gate ; 
 
 Though 
 
f i9i ) 
 
 Though moft unworthy to draw near. 
 
 Or in thy Courts to wait : 
 I truft in thine unbounded Grace, 
 
 To all fo freely giv'n ; 
 And worfhip t'ward thy Holy Place, 
 
 And lift my Soul to Heav'n. 
 
 3* Lead me in all thy right'ous Ways, 
 Nor fufFer me to Aide; 
 Point out the Path before my Face, 
 My God be thou my Guide ! 
 
 may I ne'er to Evil yield, 
 Defended from above, 
 
 And kept, and cover'd with the Shield 
 Of thine Almighty Love, 
 
 HYMN CCXII. 
 
 Pardo7ti?ig Grace* 
 
 I. f\ U T of the Depths of long Diftrefs, 
 vJ The. Borders of Defpair, 
 
 1 fent my Cries to feek thy Grace, 
 My Groans to move thine Eear. 
 
 2* Great » God ! mould thy feverer Eye, 
 And thine impartial Hand, 
 Mark and revenge Iniquity, 
 No mortal Flefli could ftand. 
 
 3. But there are Pardons with my God 
 
 For Crimes of high Degree ; 
 Thy Son hath bought them with his Blood, 
 To draw us near to thee. 
 
 4. [ I wait for thy Salvation Lord, 
 
 With ftrong Defires I wait ; 
 My Soul, invited by thy Word, 
 Stands watching at thy Gate.] 
 
 s. [J«ft 
 
 A 
 
( 19* ) 
 
 5* [Juft. as the Guards that keep the Night 
 Long for the Morning Skies, 
 Watch the firft. Beams of breaking Light, 
 And meet them with their Eyes : 
 
 6. So waits my Soul to fee thy Grace, 
 
 And more intent than they, 
 Meets the firft Openings of thy Face, 
 And finds a brighter Day.] 
 
 7. [ Then in the Lord let Ifra'l truft, 
 
 Let Ifra'l feek his Face ; 
 The Lord is Good as well as Juft, 
 And plenteous in his Grace. 
 
 8. There's full Redemption at his Throne 
 
 For Sinners long enflav'd; 
 The great Redeemer is his Son, . 
 And IfraH mail be fav'd.] 
 
 HYMN CCXIII. 
 
 Adoring Jesus.. 
 
 1. S~\ Come let us join, 
 KJ Together combine ; 
 
 To praife our dear Saviour, our Matter Divine. 
 
 2. Hirn let us adore, 
 Who cover'd with Gore, 
 
 Late hanged on Calv'ry, both wounded and poor. 
 
 3. He worthy is blefs'd, 
 By Spirits at Reft ; 
 
 Who once in this Defert his Godhead confefs'd. 
 
 4» The Heavenly Spheres, 
 Who faw him in Tears, 
 Yea, ev'ry ftrong Angel his perfon reveres, 
 
 S. The 
 
( 193 ) 
 
 5. The Prophets who told 
 His Sufferings of old, 
 Sing now fweet Thankfgiving onPfalt'ries of Gold. 
 
 6. The Fathers to whom 
 He fhew'd he would come, 
 
 Now in his Pavillion take up their long Home, 
 
 7. The Spirits of Men, 
 Who tor him were flain, 
 
 From Abel the Right 'ous, fhare now in his Reign. 
 
 8. Th' Apoftles who flood, 
 Refilling to Blood, 
 
 For Jefus's Gofpel, rejoice in their God. 
 
 9. The ConfefTor's too, 
 Them proftrating low, 
 
 Call down their bright Mitres, and thankfully bow. 
 
 to. Oh Church of the Lamb, 
 Here met do the fame, 
 With Saints, and with Angels, bJeft Jefus's Name. 
 
 11. My Soul bear a Part, 
 For ranfom'd thou art, 
 By Jcfu's Blood fhedding, his Burial, and Smart, 
 
 12* To him that was flain, 
 The fcorn'd Nazarene, 
 Be Glory, and Honour, let all fay Amen. 
 
 HYMN CGXIV. 
 
 I, f\ Come, thou wounded Lamb of God; 
 V-/ Come warn us in thy cleanfing Blood ! 
 Give us to know 7 thy Love, then Pain 
 Is fweet, and Life or Death is Gain. 
 
 2- Take our poor Hearts, and let them be 
 For eyer clos'd to all but thee ; 
 Seal thou our Breads, and let us wear 
 That pledge of Love for ever there. 
 
 N 3. How 
 
C 194 ) 
 
 5. How can it be thou heav'nly King, 
 
 That thou mould Man to Glory bring! 
 Make Slaves the Partners of thy Throne, 
 And give them an immortal Crown! 
 
 4, Ah, Lord ! enlarge our fcanty Thought; 
 
 To know the Wonders thou haft wrought; 
 Unloofe our ftamm'ring Tongues to tell 
 Thy Love Immenfe, unfearchable. 
 
 5, Firft-born of many Brethren, thou. 
 
 To thee both Earth and Heav'nmuft bow; 
 Help us to thee our all to give, 
 Thine may we die, thine may we live I 
 
 HYMN CCXV. 
 
 j. /"\ For an Heart to love my God ! 
 V-/ An Heart from Sin fet free ; 
 An Heart that always feels the Blood, 
 So freely fhed for me ! 
 
 2. An Heart refignM, fubmiffive, meek, 
 
 My dear Redeemer's Throne ; 
 Where only Chrift is heard to lpeak, 
 Where Jefus reigns alone. 
 
 3. An humble, lowly, contrite Heart, 
 
 Believing, true and clean ; 
 Which neither Life nor Death can part 
 From him that dwells within. 
 
 4. An Heart in ev'ry Thought renew'd, 
 
 And fill'd with Love Divine ; 
 Perfect and right, and pure, and good, 
 A Copy, Lord I of thine, 
 
 5. Thy tender Heart is ftill the fame, 
 
 And melts at Human Woe ? 
 
 Send 
 
C *9S ) 
 
 Send down thy Grace, O blefied Lamb J 
 That I thy Love may know. 
 
 6. Thy holy Nature Lord ! impart, 
 Come quickly from above, 
 Write thy new Name upon my Heart, 
 Thy new bell Name of Love. 
 
 HYMN CCXVI. 
 
 Viftory over Death. I Cor. xv, $$< &c. 
 
 r. /"\ For an over-coming Faith 
 v>^ To chear my dying Hours, 
 To Triumph o'er the Monfler Death, 
 And all his frightful Pow'rs ! 
 
 2. Joyful, with all the Strength I have,* 
 My quiv'ring Lips mould ling, 
 Where is thy boafted VicVry Grave ? 
 And where the Monfter's Sting ? 
 
 3„ If Sin be pardon'd, I'm fecure, 
 Death hath no Sting befides ; 
 The Law gives Sin its damning pow'r; 
 But Chrift, my Ranfom, dy'd, 
 
 4. Now to the God of Victory 
 Immortal Thanks be paid, 
 Who makes us conqu'rors while we die, 
 Through Chrift our living Head. 
 
 HYMN CCXVII. 
 
 r. /~\ For a fweet infpiring Ray, 
 V-/ To animate our feeble Strains, 
 From the bright Realms, of endlefs Day, 
 The blilsful Realms, where Jefus reigns 1 
 
 2, There low before his glorious Throne, 
 Adoring Saints and Angels fall, 
 
 N z And 
 
( *9 6 J 
 
 And with delightful Worfhip own 
 
 His Smile their Blifs, their Heav'n, their all. 
 
 3. Immortal Glories crown his Head, 
 
 While tuneful Hallelujahs rife: 
 And Love, and Joy, and Triumph fpread 
 Thro' all th' Aflemblies of the Skies. 
 
 4. He Smiles, and Seraphs tune their Songs, 
 
 To boundlefs Rapture while they Gaze ; 
 Ten thoufand thoufand joyful Tongues 
 Refound his cverlafting Praife, 
 
 5. There all the Ranfom'd of the Lamb 
 
 Shall join at laft the Heav'nly Choir ; 
 O may the Joy-infpiring Theme, 
 Awake our Faith, our warm Delire 1 
 
 6. Dear Saviour, let thy Spirit feal 
 
 Our Int'refi in that blifsful Place, 
 Till Death remove this mortal Veil, 
 And we behold thy lovely Face. 
 
 HYMN CCXVIH. 
 
 Adori?ig Chrift, 
 
 1. f~\ For a Thoufand Tongues to ling, 
 v^/ My dear Redeemer's Praife, 
 
 The Glories of my God and King, 
 The Triumphs of his Grace. 
 
 2. Jefus, the Name that charms our Fears, 
 
 That bids our Sorrows ceafe ; 
 'Tis Mufic in the Sinner's Ears, 
 *Tis Life, and Health, and Peace. 
 
 3. He breaks the Pow'r of cancel'd Sin, 
 
 He fets the Pris'ners free ; 
 His Blood can make the fouleft clean, 
 His Blood avaii'd for me. 4» He 
 
( *97 ) 
 
 4. He (peaks, and lift'ning to his Voice, 
 
 New Life the Dead receive ; 
 The mournful, broken Hearts rejoice ; 
 The humble Poor believe* 
 
 5. Hear him, ye Deaf; his Praife ye Dumb> 
 
 Your loofen'd Tongues employ ; 
 Ye Blind, behold your Saviour come, 
 And leap, ye Lame, for Joy. 
 
 HYMN CCXIX. 
 
 Man frail, and God Eternal. 
 
 1. /~V U R God, our Help in Ages paft, 
 \J Our Hope for Years to come, 
 
 Our Shelter from the flormy Blaft, 
 And our eternal Home. 
 
 2. Under the Shadow of thy Throne 
 
 Thy Saints have dwelt fecure ; 
 Sufficient is thine Arm alone, 
 And our Defence is fure, 
 
 3. Before the Hills in Order ftood, 
 
 Or Earth receiv'd her Frame, 
 From Everlafting thou art God, 
 To endlefs Years the fame. 
 
 4. Thy Word commands our Flem to Duft, 
 
 " Return, ye Sons of Men," 
 All Nations rofe from Earth at firfl, 
 And turn to Earth again* 
 
 5. A thoufand Ages in thy Sight 
 
 Are like an Ev'ning gone ; 
 Short as the Watch that ends the Night, 
 Before the rifing Sun. 
 
 6. [The bufy Tribes of Flefh and Blood, 
 
 With all their Lives and Cares, 
 Are carry'd downwards by the Flood, 
 And loft in foil 'wing Years. 
 
 N 3 7. Time, 
 
( i98 ) 
 
 7» Time, like an ever rolling Stream, 
 Bears all its Sons away : 
 They fly, forgotten, as a Dream 
 Dies at the op'ning Day. 
 
 8. Like flow'ry Fields the Nations ftand, 
 
 Pleas' d with the Morning Light ; 
 The Flow'rs beneath the Mower's Hand 
 Lie with 'ring ere 'tis Night.] 
 
 9. Our God, Our Help in Ages paft, 
 
 Our Hope for Years to come, 
 Be thou our Guard while Troubles laft, 
 And our eternal Home. 
 
 HYMN CCXX. . 
 
 1 4 f^\ H Jefu, our Lord, 
 V^/ Thy Name be adorM, 
 For all the rich Bleflings convey'd by thy Word. 
 
 2. In Spirit we trace 
 Thy Wonders of Grace, 
 And chearfully join in a Concert of Praife. 
 
 g„ The Ancient of Days 
 His Glory difplays, 
 And {nines on his Chofen with cherifhing Rays, 
 
 4. The Trumpet of God 
 Is founding abroad, 
 
 The Language of Mercy, Salvation through Blood, 
 
 5. Thrice happy are they 
 Who hear and obey, 
 
 And fliare in the Bleflings of this Gofpel Day. 
 
 6. The People who know 
 Their Sav'or below, 
 
 With burning Affection to worfhip him glow. 
 
 7. Their 
 
( *99 ) 
 
 7. Their Anguifh and Smart, 
 And Sorrow depart, 
 
 Who find his Salvation infcrib'd on their Heart. 
 
 8. This Blefling be mine, 
 Through Favour Divine ; 
 
 But oh, my Redeemer, the Glory be thine. 
 
 9.' The Work is of Grace, 
 Thine, thine be the Praife; 
 And mine to adore thee, and tell of thy Ways, 
 
 HYMN CCXXT. 
 
 Agnus Dei. 
 
 1. (~\ Lamb of God our Saviour ! 
 
 U Kill'd on the Tree of Sorrow ! 
 Thy fuff'ring meek Behaviour 
 
 Paid what thou didft not borrow. 
 Thy bearing our Tranfgreffion 
 
 Secured us from Damnation. 
 Have Mercy upon us, O Jefu ! O Jefii ! 
 
 2. O Lamb of God, our Saviour, &c. 
 
 Acknowledge thou us, O Jefu ! O Jefu ! 
 
 3. O Lamb of God, our Saviour, &c, 
 
 O grant us thy Peace, O Jefu ! O Jefu ! 
 
 HYMN CCXXII. 
 
 1. /"\ Lord, thou know'ft my Soul's Defires, 
 \J And thou canft give me perfect Eaie ; 
 
 Thou art the God my Heart admires, 
 
 There's nothing but thy Love can pleafe. 
 
 2. Give me, O Lord, the Happinefs 
 
 To fit and hear thy gracious Voice; 
 Come, Saviour, come, my Soul poffefs, 
 And make my mourning Heart rejoice. 
 N 4 3. Lord 
 
( ZOO ) 
 
 3. Lord, I would piaife thy holy Name, 
 
 Thou art my ever lading Friend ; 
 Thou halt not put my Soul to Shame ; 
 Pieferve me fafe unto the End. 
 
 4. Thou art my Strength, and my Support, 
 
 My Fope, my everlalting Aid ; 
 To thee I always would refort, 
 
 And truft in thee when I'm afraid. 
 
 5. Thy Name affords my Soul Relief, 
 
 When 1 with Sorrows am oppreft ; 
 When I am full of Woe and Grief, 
 Thy Word doth give my Spirit reft. 
 
 6. Teach me to do thy holy Will, 
 
 Unite my Heart to fear thy Name ; 
 O lead me to thy heavYly Hill, 
 Where Hands the new jerufalem. 
 
 7* Where not the Lord of Fof.s my Strength, 
 I mould have funk in deep Defpair ; 
 But now 1 ti-uft 1 ilia!l at length 
 Arrive at Canaan's Harbour fair: 
 
 8. There fhall I reft for evermore, 
 
 Fearlefs of Storms, and racing Seas, 
 And fit upon the heav'nly Shore, 
 And dwell at everlaiiing Eafe. 
 
 HYMN CLXXIIf. 
 
 1. /~V Lord ! to whom for Help J call, 
 V-/ Thy Miracles repeat ; 
 
 With pitying Eye behold me fall 
 A Leper at thy Feet. 
 
 2. Loathfome and foul, and felf abhorr'd, 
 
 I fink beneath my Sin ; 
 But, if thou wilt, a gracious Word 
 Of thine, can make me clean. 
 
 3. Thou 
 
( ioi ) 
 
 3. Thou feeft me Deaf to thy Commands, 
 Open O Loudi mine Ear ; 
 Bid me ftretch out my wither'd Hands, 
 And lift them up in Pray'r . 
 
 4 # Silent (alas ! thou know'ft how long ! ) 
 My Voice 1 cannot raife ; 
 But Oh] when thou fhalt loofe my Tongue, 
 The Dumb mall fing thy Praife. 
 
 5. Lame at the Pool I ftill am found, 
 
 Give, and my Strength employ ; 
 Light as an Heart I then fhall bound, 
 The Lame fhall leap for joy. 
 
 6. Blind from my Birth to Guilt an.d thee, 
 
 And dark 1 am within, 
 The Love, of God I cannot fee, 
 Nor Sinfuinefs of Sin. 
 
 7. But thou, they fay, art palling Iby, 
 O let me hnd thee near ! 
 
 Jefus, in Mercy hear my Cry, 
 Thou Son of David, hear ! 
 
 8. Long have I waited in the Wa;r, 
 
 For thee, the Heav'nly Light ; 
 Command me to be brought, and. fay, 
 •' Sinner, receive thy Sight." 
 
 HYMN CCXXIV. 
 
 A Sinner** Frayer. 
 
 I. ^V my Lord, what muft I do? 
 
 V-/Only thou the Wa> canft iliew; 
 Thou canfr fave me in this He »ur, 
 I have neither Will nor Posv'r 
 God if over all thou art, 
 Greater than the finful Heart 5 
 
 N $ Let 
 
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 Let it now on me be mown, 
 Take away the Heart of Stone. 
 
 2, Take away my darling Sin, 
 
 Make me willing to be clean ; 
 Make me willing to receive 
 What thy Goodnefs waits to give : 
 Force me, Lord, with all to part, 
 Tear all Idols from my Heart; 
 Let thy Pow'r on me be mown, 
 Take away the Heart of Stone. 
 
 3, Jefu, mighty to renew, 
 
 Work in me, to will and do ; 
 Turn my Nature's rapid Tide, 
 Stem the Torrent of my Pride, 
 Stop the Whirlwind of my Wijl, 
 Bid Corruptions, Lord, be dill ; 
 Now thy Love Almighty mew, 
 Make e'en me a Creature new. 
 
 4, Arm of God, thy Strength put on, 
 
 Bow the Heavens and come down j 
 All mine Unbelief o'erthrow, 
 Lay th'afpiring Mountain low ; 
 Conquer thy worn: Foe in me; 
 Get thyfelf the Viclory, 
 Save the vileft of the Race, 
 Force me to be fav'd by Grace, 
 
 HYMN CCXXV, 
 
 For the lajl Day of the Year, 
 
 I. /^V Praife the Lord of Heav'n, 
 v^/ Whofe Mercy never fails ; 
 Six Troubles come, and alfo Sev'n, 
 But ftill his Grace prevails. 
 
 2. The 
 
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 2. The Year that's almoft part 
 
 His Goodnefs did proclaim ; 
 His Love doth now and always lnflj 
 Give Glory to his Name* 
 
 3. How Wondrous are his Ways 
 
 Which he to us makes known' 
 We join to ring our Maker's Praife ; 
 And worfhip him alone. 
 
 4. When we the Year begun 
 
 We rais'd our chearful Songs; 
 And furely when its Courfe is run 
 To God our Praife belongs, 
 
 5 # His Mercies flill are new, 
 Let us extol his Love, 
 May we this blefTed Theme purfue 
 Till we mall meet above. 
 
 HYMN CCXXVI, 
 
 Breathing after Holinefs. 
 
 I. f\ That the Lord would guide my Ways 
 \J To keep his Statutes ftill ! 
 
 ji 
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 O that my God would grant me Grace 
 To know and do his Will ! 
 
 2. O fend thy Spirit down to write 
 
 Thy Law upon my Heart ! 
 Nor let my Tongue indulge Deceit, 
 Nor act the Liar' s part. 
 
 3. From Vanity turn off my Eyes; 
 
 Let no corrupt Defign, 
 Nor covetous Defires arife 
 Within this Soul of mine. 
 
 4. Order my Footfteps by thy Word, 
 
 And make my Heart fincere ; 
 
 Let 
 
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 Let Sin have no Dominion, Lord, 
 But keep my Conference clear. ' 
 
 $. My Soul hath gone too far aflray, 
 My Feet too often flip : 
 Yet fince I've not forgot thy Way, 
 Reftore thy wand 'ring Sheep. 
 
 6. Make me to walk in thy Commands, 
 'Tis a delightful Road ; 
 Nor let my Head, or Eeart, or Hands 
 Offend againft my God. 
 
 HYMN CCXXVII. 
 
 Sin and Sorrows laid before God. 
 
 1. /^V that I knew the fecret Place 
 V-/ Where I might find my God! 
 
 I'd fpread my Wants before his Face, 
 And pour my Woes abroad . 
 
 2. Pd tell him how my Sins arife, 
 What Sorrows I fuftain, 
 
 How Grace decays, and Comfort dies, 
 And leaves my Heart hi Pain, 
 
 3. I'd fay how Flefh and Senfe rebel, 
 What inward Foes Combine, 
 
 With this vain World and Pow'rs of Hell, 
 To vex this Heart of mine, 
 
 4. He knows what Arguments I'd take 
 To wreftle with my God ; 
 
 I'd plead for his own Mercy's fake, 
 And for my Saviour's Blood, 
 
 5. My God will pity my Complaints, 
 And heal my broken Bones ; 
 
 He takes the Meaning of his Saints, 
 
 The Language of their Groans. 6. Arife 
 
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 6. Arife my Soul from deep Diftrefc, 
 And banifh ev'ry Fear ; 
 He calls thee to his Throne of Grace, 
 To fpread thy Sorrows there. 
 
 HYMN CCXXVIII. 
 
 1. S~\ TELL me no more 
 
 \J Of tlris World's vain Store ; - 
 The Time for such Trifles with me now is o'er. 
 
 2. A Country I've found 
 
 Where true Joys abound ; 
 To dwell I'm determined on that happy Ground. 
 
 3. The Souls that believe, 
 In Paradife live ; 
 
 And me in that Number will Jefus receive. 
 
 4. My Soul don't delay, 
 
 He calls thee away ; 
 Rife, follow thy Saviour, and blefs the glad Day, 
 
 5. No Mortal doth know 
 
 What he can bellow j (go. 
 
 What Light, Strength, and Comfort, do after him 
 
 6. Lo, onward I move, 
 
 And but Chrift above, 
 Noneguefleshow wond'rous myjourney will prove. 
 
 7. Great Spoils I mail win, 
 
 From Death, Hell, and Sin ; 
 'Midft outward Afflictions, fhallfeel Chrift within. 
 
 8. Perhaps for his Name 
 
 (Poor Duft as I am) 
 Some Works I mall finifh with glad loving Aim. 
 
 9. I ftill (which is befH 
 
 Shall in his dear Breaft 
 (As at the Beginning) find Pardon and Reft, 
 
 10, And 
 
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 lo* And when I'm to die, 
 Receive me, I'll cry, 
 For Jefus has lov'd me, I cannot fay why, 
 
 11. But this I do find, 
 
 We two are fo join'd, 
 He'll not live in Glory, and leave me behind. 
 
 12. Lo this is the Race 
 
 I'm running through Grace, 
 Henceforth till admitted to fee my Lord's Face. 
 
 13. And now I'm in Care, 
 My Neighbours may fhare ; 
 
 Thefe Bleffings to feekthem will none of you dare! 
 
 14. In Bondage, oh why, 
 
 And Death will you lie, 
 When one here allures you free Grace is fo nigh? 
 
 HYMN CCXXIX. 
 
 ha?nentwg the Lofs of firjl Love. 
 
 1, /~v That my Soul were now as fair 
 \J As it hath fometimes been ! 
 
 Devoid of that diftracfting Care 
 Without, and Fear within ! 
 
 2, There was a Time when I could tread 
 
 No Circle but of Love : 
 That joyous Morning now is fled, 
 How heavily I move ! 
 
 3, Unhappy Soul, that thou fhould'ft force, 
 
 Thy Saviour to depart, 
 When he was pleafed with fo courfe 
 A Lodging in thy Heart ! 
 
 4, How fweetly I enjoy'd my God ! 
 
 With how divine a Frame ! 
 
 I thought, 
 
( i07 ) 
 
 I thought, on ev'ry Plant I trod, 
 I read my Saviour's Name* 
 
 5. I liv'd, I lov'd, I talked with thee, 
 
 So fweetly we agreed, 
 And thou no Stranger waft to ipo 
 Till I became a Weed* 
 
 6. The Tempter robb'd me, and I muft 
 
 I fear be ever poor ; 
 May this fuffice, to roll in Dull 
 Before thy Temple Door! 
 
 7, My deareft Lord, my Heart flames not 
 
 With Love that facred Fire ; 
 But fince my Love . has wore that Blot 
 Repentance runs the high'r. 
 
 8, O might thofe Days return again, 
 
 How welcome they fhould be 1 
 Shall my Petition be in vain, 
 Since Grace is ever free f 
 
 o. Lord of my Soul, return, return, 
 To chafe away this Night ; 
 Let not thine Anger ever burn 5 
 God once was my Delight. 
 
 HYMN CCXXX. 
 
 j t ^X Thou, whofe tender Mercy hears 
 \J Contrition's humble Sigh : 
 Whofe Hand Indulgent, wipes the Tears 
 From Sorrow's weeping Eye. 
 
 2 . See I low before the Throne of Grace 
 A wretched Wand'rer mourn; 
 Haft thou not bid me feek thy Face J 
 Haft thou not faid, Return ? 
 
 3. And 
 
 
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 3. And mall my guilty Fears prevail 
 
 To drive me from thy Feet ? 
 O let not this dear Refuge fail, 
 This only iafe Retreat. 
 
 4. Abfent from thee, my Guide, my Light, 
 
 Without one cheering Ray, 
 Thro' Dangers, Fears, and gloomy Night, 
 How defolate my Way ! 
 
 5» O fhine on this benighted Heart, 
 With Beams of Mercy mine ; 
 And let thy healing Voice impact 
 A tafte of Joys Divine, 
 
 6. Thy Prefence only can beftow 
 Delights which never cloy ; 
 Be this my Solace here below, 
 And my eternal Joy. 
 
 HYMN CCXXXI. 
 
 A lovely Carriage. 
 
 1. /~\ 'Tis a lovely Thing to fee 
 \J A Man of prudent Heart ; 
 
 Whofe Thoughts, and Lips, and Life agree 
 To a<5t a ufeful Part. 
 
 2, When Envy, Strife, and \\ ars begin 
 
 In little angry Souls, 
 Mark how the Sons of \ e?.ce come in, 
 And quench the kindling Coals. 
 
 3. Their Mind6 are humble, mild and meek, 
 
 Nor let their Fury rife ; 
 Nor Pafiion moves their Lips to fpeak, 
 Nor Pride exalts their Eyes. 
 
 4, Their Fame is Prudence mixt with Love; 
 
 Good Works fulfil their Day; 
 
 They 
 
They join the Serpent with the Dove, 
 But caft the Sting away. 
 
 5, Such was the Saviour of Mankind, 
 
 Such Pleafures he purfu'd ; 
 His Flelh and Blood were all refin'd, 
 His Soul divinely good. 
 
 6. Lord can thefe Plants of Virtue grow 
 
 In fiich a Soul as mine ! 
 Thy Grace can form my Nature fo, 
 And make my Heart like thine. 
 
 HYMN CCXXXII. 
 
 The Pilgrimage of the Saints, Or, Earth and Heaven* 
 
 OH ! what a wretched Land is this, 
 That yields us no Supply, 
 No chearing Fruits, no wholefome Trees, 
 Nor Streams of living Joy? 
 
 3, But pricking Thorns thro* all the Ground, 
 And Mortal Poifons grow, 
 And all the Rivers that are found 
 With dang'rous Waters flow. 
 
 3. Yet the dear Path to thine Abode 
 Lies thro' this horrid Land ; 
 Lord ! we would keep that heav'nly Road, 
 And run at thy Command. 
 
 [4, Our Souls mall tread the Defart thro' 
 With undiverted Feet ; 
 And Faith and flaming Zeal fubdue 
 The Terrors that we meet.] 
 
 [5. A Thoufand Savage Beads of Prey 
 Around the Foreft roam ; 
 But Judah's Lion guards the Way, 
 And guides the Strangers Home.] 
 
 O [6. Long 
 
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 [6. Long Nights and Darknefs dwells below, 
 W ith fcarce a twinkling Ray ; 
 But the bright World to which we go 
 Is everlaiting Day.] 
 
 [7« By glimm'ring Hopes, and gloomy Fears, 
 We trace the iacred Road, 
 Thro' difmal Deeps and dang'rous Snares, 
 We make our Way to God.] 
 
 8, Our Journey is a thorny Maze, 
 But we march upwards ftili ; 
 Forget thefe Troubles of the Ways, 
 And reach at Zion's Hill. 
 
 [9, See the kind Angels at the Gates, 
 Inviting us to come ! 
 There Jefus the Fore -Runner waits, 
 To welcome Trav'lers Home ! ] 
 
 lo. There on a green and flow'ry Mount, 
 Our weary Souls (hall fit, 
 And with tranfporting Joys recount 
 The Labours of our Feet. 
 
 [11. No vain Difcourfe mall fill our Tongue, 
 Nor Trifles vex our Ear j 
 Infinite Grace (hall be our Song, 
 And God rejoice to hear.] 
 
 12. Eternal Glory to the King 
 
 That brought us fafely through ; 
 Our Tongue mail never ceafe to fu\g, 
 And endlefs Praife renew. 
 
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 HYMN CCXXXIII. 
 
 Chrift Withdrawn. 
 
 What fhall I do to retrieve 
 The Love for a Seafon beftow'd ; 
 
 'Tis 
 
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 >Tis better to die than to live 
 
 Exil'd from the Prefence of God c 
 
 With Sorrow diftracfted and Doubt, 
 With palpable Horror oppreft, 
 
 The City I wander about, 
 
 And feek my Repofe in his Breaft. 
 
 C* Ye Watchmen of Ifrael, declare 
 
 If ye my Beloved have feen, 
 And point to that heavenly fair 
 
 Surpafling the Children of Men : 
 My Lover and Lord from above, 
 
 Who only can quiet my Pain, 
 Whom only I languiih to love, 
 
 O where fhall 1 find him again ? 
 
 3. The Joy and Deflre of mine Eyes, 
 
 The End of my Sorrow and Woe j 
 My Hope, and my heavenly Prize, 
 
 My Height of Ambition below : 
 Once more if he fhew me his Face, 
 
 He never again fhall depart, 
 Detain'd in my clofeft Embrace, 
 
 Conceal'd in the Depth of my Heart. 
 
 HYMN CCXXXIV. 
 
 Subniiflion under bereaving Providences^falm xlvi.io. 
 
 J . T)EACE, 'tis the Lord Jehovah's Hand 
 A That blaft's our Joys in Death ; 
 Changes the Vifage once fo dear, 
 And gathers back the Breath. 
 
 2. >Tis he, the Potentate fupreme 
 Of all the Worlds above, 
 
 O 2 Whofe 
 
( I* 2 ) 
 
 Whofe fteady Counfels wifely rule, 
 Nor from their Purpofe move* 
 
 3. J Tis he, whofe Juftke might demand 
 
 Our Souls a Sacrifice ; 
 Yet fcatters with unwearied Hand, 
 A thoufand rich Supplies. 
 
 4. Our Covenant God and Father he, 
 
 In Christ our bleeding Lord ; 
 Whofe Grace can heal the burfting Heart 
 With one reviving Word. 
 
 5. Fair Garlands of immortal Blifs 
 
 He weaves for every Brow, 
 And fhall rebellious Paffions rife, 
 When he corrects us now ? 
 
 6. Silent we own Jehovah's Name, 
 
 We kifs the fcourging Hand ; 
 And yield our Comforts and our Life 
 To thy Supreme Command. 
 
 HYMN CCXXXV. 
 
 Prexife to the Redeemer, 
 
 r. T)LUNG'D in a Gulf of dark Defpair, 
 JL We wretched Sinners lay, 
 Without one cheering Beam of Hope, 
 Or Spark of glimm'ring Day. 
 
 2* With pitying Eyes the Prince of Grace 
 Beheld our helpleis Grief; 
 He faw, and (O amazing Love!) 
 He ran to our Relief. 
 
 3. Down from the mining Seats above, 
 With joyful Hafte he fled ; 
 Enter'd the Grave in mortal Flefh, 
 And dwelt among the Dead, 
 
 4. Oh! 
 
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 4, Oh ! for this Love, let Rocks and Hills 
 
 Their lading Silence break ; 
 And all harmonious human " Tongues 
 The Savior.r's Praifes fpeak. 
 
 5. Angels affift our mighty Joys, 
 
 Strike all your Harps of Gold ; 
 But when you raife your higheft: Notes, 
 His Love can ne'er be toicl. 
 
 HYMN CCXXXVI. E/ku. 
 
 1, "Ty OOR Efau repented too late, 
 
 JT That once he his Birth-Right defpis'd ; 
 And fold, for a Morfel of Meat, 
 
 What could not too highly be priz'd : 
 How great was his Anguiih when told 
 
 The Bleffing he fought to obtain, 
 Was gone with the Birth-Right he fold, 
 
 And none could recall it again ! 
 
 2. He ftands as a Warning to all, 
 
 Wherever the Gofpel mall come ; 
 O haften and yield to the Call, 
 
 While yet for Repentance there's Room ! 
 Your Seafon will quickly be paft, 
 
 Then hear, and obey it to-day ; 
 Left when you feek Mercy at laft, 
 
 The Saviour mould frown you away, 
 
 3. What is it the World can propofe ? 
 
 A Morfel of Meat at the belt ! 
 For this are you willing to lofe 
 
 A mare in the Joys of the Bleft ? 
 Its Pleafures will Ipeedily end ; 
 
 Its Favour and Praife are but Breath: 
 And what can its Profits befriend 
 
 Your Soul in the Moment of Death ? 
 
 4, If Jefus for thefe you defpife, 
 
 And Sin to the Saviour prefer, 
 
 O s In 
 
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 In vain your Entreaties and Cries, 
 
 When fummon'd to fland at his Bar : 
 
 How will you his Prefence abide ? 
 
 What Anguifli will torture your Heart 
 
 The Saints all enthroned by his Side, 
 And you be compell'd to depart [ 
 
 j. Too often, dear Saviour, have I 
 
 Preferr'd fome poor Trifle to thee; 
 How is it thou doft not deny 
 
 The Bl effing and Birth-Right to me ? 
 No better than Efau I am, 
 
 Tho* Pardon and Heaven be mine ; 
 To me belongs nothing but Shame, 
 
 The Praife and the Glory be thine. 
 
 HYMN CCXXXVIL 
 
 Cod Jhtning into the Heart, 2 Cor. iv # 6. 
 
 1. TJRAISE to the Lord of bound lefs Might, 
 X With uncreated Glories bright ! 
 
 His Prefence gilds the Worlds above ; 
 Th' unchanging Source of Light and Love. 
 
 2. Our ri(ing Earth his Eye beheld, 
 
 When in fubftantial Darknefs veil'd ; 
 The fhapelefs Chaos, Nature's Womb, 
 Lay buried in the horrid Gloom. 
 
 3. "Let there be Light/' Jehovah faid, 
 
 And Light o'er all its Face was fpread ; 
 Nature array'd in Charms unknown, 
 Gay with its New-born Lultre fhone. 
 
 4. He fees the Mind, when loft it lies 
 
 In Shades of Ignorance and Vice; 
 And darts from Heav'n a vivid Ray, 
 And changes Midnight into Day. 
 
 5. Shine, mighty God, with Vigour mine 
 
 On this benighted Heart of mine ; And 
 
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 And let thy Glories (land reveal'd, 
 As in the Saviour's Face beheld* 
 
 6. My Soul reviv'd by Heav'n-born Day, 
 Thy radiant Image mall difplay, 
 While all my Faculties unite 
 To praife the Lord, who gives me Light. 
 
 HYMN CCXXXV1II. 
 
 Pray without ceajing. I Thef, v, 17. 
 
 l t T} RA Y'R was appointed, to convey 
 jT The Bleffings God defigns to give> 
 Long as they live fhould Chriftians pray ; 
 For only while they pray they live. 
 
 2. The Chriftian's Heart his Pray'r indites ; 
 
 He fpeaks as prompted from within, 
 The Spirit his Petition writes ; 
 
 And Chritt receives, and gives it in. 
 
 3. And wilt thou in dead Silence lie, 
 
 When Chrift (lands waiting for thy Pray'r? 
 My Soul thou halt a Friend, on High; 
 Arife and try thy Int reft there. 
 
 4* If Pains afHici, or Wrongs opprefs ; 
 If Cares diftracl:, or Fears difmay ; 
 If Guilt deject, if Sin diftrefs ; 
 The Remedy's before thee, pray. 
 
 5. 'Tis Pray'r fupports the Soul that's weak ; 
 
 Tho' Thought be broken, Language lame, 
 Pray; if thou can'ft, or can'ft not, fpeak; 
 But pray with Faith in Jefu's Name. 
 
 6. Depend on him; thou can'ft not fail, 
 
 Make all thy Wants and Wifhes known; 
 Fear not ; his Merits muft prevail ; 
 Alk what thou wilt, it mall be done. 
 
 O 4 HYMN 
 
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 HYMN CCXXXIX. 
 
 r. T)RECIOUS Bible, what a Treafure 
 X Does the Word of God afford f 
 All I want for Life and Pleafure, 
 Food or Med'cine, Shield or Sword ; 
 Let the World account me Poor, 
 Having this, I want no more,. 
 
 t. Food to which the World a Stranger, 
 Here, my hungry Soul enjoys 
 Of Excels, there is no Danger, 
 Tho' it fills, it never cloys ; 
 On a dying Chrift I feed, 
 Here is Meat and Drink indeed,. 
 
 3. When my Faith is faint and ficjdy, 
 
 Or when Satan wounds my Mind, 
 Cordials to revive me quickly, 
 Healing Med'cines here I find ; 
 To the Prcmifes I flee, 
 Each affords a Remedy. 
 
 4. In the Hour of dark Temptation, 
 
 Satan cannot make me yield ; 
 For the Word of Confolation, 
 Is to me a mighty Shield. 
 
 While the Scripture Truths endure, 
 From his Pow'r I am Secure. 
 
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 HYMN CCXL. 
 
 Gravity and "Decency. 
 E D E E M E D ones the Heirs of God, 
 
 So dearly bought with Jesu's Blood ! 
 Are they not born to heav'nly Joys, 
 And mall they ftoop to earthly Toys ? 
 
 2. Can 
 
C 2.17 ) 
 
 2* Can Laughter feed th'immortal Mind? 
 Were Spirits of celeftial Kind 
 Made for a Jeft, for Sport and Play, 
 To wear out Time, and wafte the Day ? 
 
 3. Doth vain Difcourfe, or empty Mirth, 
 
 Well fuit the Honours of their Birth ? 
 Shall they be fond of gay Attire, 
 Which Children love, and Fools admire ? 
 
 4. What if we wear the richeft Veft, 
 
 Peacocks and Flies are better dreft, 
 This Flefh, with all its gaudy Forms, 
 Mufl drop to Duft, and feed the Worms. 
 
 5. Lord, raife our Hearts and Paffions higher > 
 
 Touch our vain Souls with facred Fire ; 
 Then, with a Heav'n-directed Eye 
 We'll pafs thefe glitt'ring Trifles by. 
 
 6. We'll look on all the Toys below 
 
 With fuch Difdain as Angels do ; 
 And wait the Call that bids us rife 
 To Manfions promised in the Skies, 
 
 HYMN CCXLI. 
 
 Rejoice evermore, 
 
 1. O EJOICE evermore 
 J-V. With Angels above, 
 
 In Jefus's Pow'r, 
 
 In Jefus's Love ; 
 With glad Exaltation 
 
 Your Triumph proclaim, 
 Afcribing Salvation 
 To God and the Lamb 4 
 
 2. Thou, Lord, our Relief 
 In Trouble haft been, 
 
 Haft fav'd us from Grief, 
 Haft fav'd us from Sin, 
 
 O5 The 
 
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 The Pow'r of thy Spirit 
 
 Can fet our Hearts free: 
 And we fhall inherit 
 
 All Fulnefs in thee. 
 
 5. All Fulnefs of Peace, 
 
 All Fulnefs of Joy, 
 And fpiritual Blifs 
 
 That never can cloy, 
 To us it is given 
 
 In Jefus to know, 
 A Kingdom of Heaven, 
 
 A Heaven below. 
 
 4. No longer we join 
 
 Where Sinners invite, 
 Nor envy the Swine 
 
 Their brutifh Delight; 
 Their joy is ail Sadnels, 
 
 Their Mirth is all vain, 
 Their Laughter is Madnefs, 
 
 Their Pleafure is Pain, 
 $, O may they at lad 
 
 With Sorrow return, 
 The Pleafure to tafte, 
 
 For which they were born ! 
 Our Jefus receiving, 
 
 Our Happinefs prove, 
 The Joy of believing, 
 
 The Heaven of Love. 
 
 HYMN CCXLU. 
 
 1, OEJOICE, the LORD is King, 
 J-V Your GOD and King adore ; 
 Mortals give Thanks and ling, 
 
 And Triumph evermore : 
 Lift up your Hearts, lift up your Voice ; 
 Pvejoicej again I fay, rejoice ! 
 
 2. JESUS 
 
( 2,19 ) 
 
 2. JESUS the SAVIOUR, reigns, 
 
 The G O D of Truth and Love j 
 When he had purg'd our Stains, 
 
 He took his Seat above: 
 Lift up your Hearts, lift up your Voice : 
 
 Rejoice; again I fay, rejoice. 
 
 3. His Kingdom can not fail, 
 
 He rules o'er Earth and Heav'n ; 
 The Keys of Death and Hell 
 
 Are to our JESUS giv'n : 
 Lift up your Hearts, lift up your Voice: 
 
 Rejoice; again I fay, rejoice. 
 
 4. He fits at GOD's right Hand, 
 
 Till all his Foes fubmit 
 And bow to his Command, 
 
 And fall beneath his Feet: 
 Lift up your Hearts, lift up your Voice » 
 
 Rejoice ; again I fay, rejoice. 
 
 5. He all his Foes mail quell, 
 
 Shall all our Sins deftroy ; 
 And ev'ry Bofom fwell, 
 
 With pure Seraphic Joy : 
 Lift up your Hearts, lift up your Voice : 
 
 Rejoice ; again 1 fay, rejoice. 
 
 6. Rejoice in glorious Hope, 
 
 JESUS the Judge mall come, 
 And take his Servants up 
 
 To their eternal Home: 
 We foon mail hear th' Arch-Angel's Voice : 
 
 The Trump of GOD mall found, rejoice. 
 
 HYMN CCXLIII. 
 
 Spiritual Mindednefs ; or, inward Religion, Jamesi 29. 
 
 1. T> E L I G I O N is the chief Concern 
 JlV Of Mortals here below; May 
 
( X20 ) 
 
 May I its great Importance learn, 
 Its fov 'reign Virtue know. 
 
 2. More needful this, than glitt'ring Wealth, 
 
 Or ought the World bellows ; 
 Not Reputation, Food or Health, 
 Can give us fuch llcpofe, 
 
 3. Religion mould our Thoughts engage, 
 
 Amidfl our youthful Bloom ; 
 'Twill fit us for declining Age, 
 And for the awful Tomb. 
 
 4. O may my Heart, by Grace renew'd, 
 
 Be my Redeemer's Throne ; 
 And be my itobbom Will fubdu'd. 
 His Government to own, 
 
 5. Let deep Repentance, Faith ancl Love, 
 
 Be join'd with godly Fear ; 
 And all my Converfation prove 
 My Heart to be fincere. 
 
 6. Preferve me from the Snares of Sin, 
 
 Thro' my remaining Days ; 
 And in me let each Virtue fhine 
 To my Redeemer's Praife. 
 
 7. Let lively Hope my Soul infpire ; 
 
 Let warm Affecftions rife ; 
 And may I wait, with ftrong Defire, 
 To mount above the Skies. 
 
 HYMN CCXLIV. 
 
 Mortality and Hopes. 
 
 I. TJ EMEMBER, Lord, our mortal State, 
 J\ How frail our Life ! how fliort the Date! 
 Where is the Man that draws his Breath 
 Safe from Difeafe, fecure from Death ? 
 
 2. Lord 
 
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 2, Lord while we fee whole Nations die, 
 Our Flefh and Senfe repine and cry ; 
 " Muft Death for ever rage and reign ? 
 << Or haft thou made Mankind in vain? 
 
 n a Where is thy Promife to the Juft ? 
 
 « Are not thy Servants turn'd to Duft?'* 
 But Faith forbids thefe mournful Sighs 
 And fees the fieeping Dull arife. 
 
 4, That glorious Hour, that dreadful Day, 
 Wipes the Reproach of Saints away, 
 And clears the Honours of thy Word: 
 Awake, our Souls ! and blefs the Lori>. 
 
 HYMN CCXLV. 
 
 The Go/pel, 
 
 E P E N T, ye Sons of Men, repent ; 
 Hear the good Tidings God has fent, 
 Of Sinners fav'd, and Sins forgiv'n, 
 
 And Beggars raif 'd to reign in Heav'n, 
 Beggars, Beggars, Beggars, Beggars, Beggars, 
 Rais'd to reign in Heav'n. 
 
 2. God fent his Son to die for us, 
 
 Die to redeem us from the Curie, 
 He took ©ur Weaknefs ; bore our Load ; 
 And dearly bought us with his Blood, 
 Dearly, dearly, &c. 
 
 In Guilts dark Dungeon when we lay ; 
 
 Mercy cry'd, " Spare ;** and Juftice, " Slay;'* 
 But Jefus anfwer'd, " Set them free i 
 
 " And pardon them ; and punifh me, 5 ' 
 Pardon, pardon, &c. 
 
 4. Salvation is of God alone ; 
 Life Everlafting in his Son : 
 And he, that gave his Son to bleed, 
 Will freely give us all we need, 
 
 Freely, freely, &c, 5, Believe 
 
( zzz ) 
 
 $. Believe the Gofpel, and rejoice, 
 
 Sing to the Lord with chearful Voice; 
 His Goonefs praife, his Wonders tell, 
 Who ranfom'd all our Souls from Hell 
 Ranfom'd, Ranfom'd, &c. 
 
 HYMN CCXLVI. 
 
 1. H I S E, my Soul, and ftretch thy Wings, 
 J-V Thy better Portion trace ; 
 
 Rife from tranfitory Things, 
 
 Tow'rds Heav'n, thy native Place. 
 
 Sun,^ and Moon, and Stars decay, 
 Time ihall foon this Earth remove ; 
 
 Rile my Soul, and hafte away 
 To Seats prepar'd above. 
 
 2. Rivers to the Ocean run, 
 
 ^ Nor ftay in all their Courfe ; 
 Fire afcending feeks the Sun, 
 
 Both fpeed them to their Source; 
 So a Soul that's born of GOD, 
 
 Pants to view his glorious Face; 
 Upward tends to his Abode, 
 
 To reft in his Embrace. 
 
 3. Fly the Riches, fly me Cares ; 
 
 While I that Coaft explore; 
 Flatt'ring World, with all thy Snares, 
 
 1 Solicit me no more. 
 Pilgrims fix not here their Home; 
 
 Strangers tarry but a Night, 
 When the laft dear Morn is come, 
 
 They'll rife to joyful Light. 
 
 4- Ceafe, ye Pilgrims, ceafe to mourn, 
 Preis onward to the Prize ; 
 
 Soon our Saviour will return/ 
 Triumphant in the Sl>ies; 
 
 Yet 
 
( "3 ) 
 
 Yet a Seafon, and you know 
 Happy Entrance will be giv'n, 
 
 All our Sorrows left below, 
 
 And Earth exchang'd for Heav'n» 
 
 HYMN CCXLVII. 
 
 1, T> ISE, Zion, fhine, thy Light is come, 
 XV The glorious Day's begun, 
 
 Thefe Beams we fee fo bright that be, 
 Dart from the glorious Sun. 
 
 2, Of Right'oufnefs, that rifing is ; 
 
 The Day doth dawn apace ; 
 The Songs of Praife we hear a Days 
 Of Chrift and his free Grace. 
 
 3, Are Tokens plain, the Lamb once flail* 
 
 Is haft'ning to his Throne ; 
 The Bride doth fay, come, hafte away, 
 My dear beloved One. 
 
 4. The Saints rejoice, the Turtle's Voice 
 
 Is heard within our Land : 
 The Hundred forty four Thoufand 
 Shall foon with Jefus ftand. 
 
 5. And they mail fing, to Chrift their Kingj 
 
 Their Songs in fuch a Strain, 
 That learn can none but thofe alone 
 Who with the Lord mail reign. 
 
 6. Ye taught Ones of the Lord, fing Praife 
 
 To th' Lamb the Throne upon ; 
 'Tis only he taught you and me 
 To fing the Lamb's new Song. 
 
 HYMN CCXLVIII. 
 
 Rock fmttteti ; or, the Rock of Ages, Ifaia xxvi, 4* 
 
 I. DOCK of Ages, fhelter me, 
 
 JA* Let me hide myfelf in thee! Let 
 
( ^^4 ) 
 
 Let the Water and the Blood, 
 
 From thy wounded Side which flow'd, 
 
 Be of Sin the double Cure, 
 
 Cleanfe me from its Guilt and Pow'r. 
 
 2 # Not the Labour of my Hands, 
 Can fulfil thy Law's Demands; 
 Could my Zeal no Refpite know, 
 Could my Tears tor ever flow, 
 All for Sin could uot atone, 
 Thou muft fave, and thou alone. 
 
 3. Nothing in my Hand I bring, 
 Simply to thy Crofs I cling ; 
 Naked come to thee for Drefs, 
 Helplefs look to thee for Grace ; 
 Black* I to the Fountain fly, 
 Warn me, Saviour, or I die ! 
 
 4. While I draw this fleeting Breath, 
 When my Eye-Strings break in Death, 
 When I foar to Worlds unknown, 
 See thee on thy Judgment Throne, 
 Rock of Ages, fhelter me, 
 
 Let me hide myfelf in thee. 
 
 HYMN CGXLIX. 
 
 SALVATION, oh, the joyful Sound 
 'Tis Pleafure to our Ear 1 
 A fov'reign Balm for ev'ry Wound, 
 A Cordial for our Fear. 
 
 Glory, Honour, Praife and Power, 
 
 Be unto the Lamb for ever ; 
 Jefus Chrift is our Redeemer, (Lord. 
 
 Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! praife the 
 
 Bury*d 
 
( "5" ) 
 
 Bury'd in Sorrow, and in Sin, 
 At Hell's dark Door we lay ; 
 
 But we arife by Grace Divine 
 To fee an heav'nly Day. 
 Glory, Honour, &c. 
 
 Salvation, let the Echo fly, 
 
 The ipacious Earth around ; 
 While all the Armies of the Sky 
 
 Confpire to raife the Sound. 
 Glory, Honour, &c» 
 
 HYMN CCL. 
 
 An happy Mo??ient t 
 
 I, (JAVIOUR, I do feel thy Merit, 
 )5 Sprinkled with redeeming Blood ; 
 And my weary troubled Spirit 
 
 Now finds reft in thee, my God : 
 2 am fafe, and I am happy, 
 While in thy dear Arms I lie ; 
 Sin and Satan cannot hurt me, 
 When the Saviour is fo nigh. 
 
 3. Now I'll ling of Jefu's Merit, 
 
 Tell the World of his dear Name ; 
 That if any want his Spirit, 
 
 He is ftill the very fame : 
 He that afketh, foon receiveth, 
 
 He that feeks is fure to find ; 
 Come, for whofoe'er believeth, 
 
 He will never caft behind. 
 
 3 # Now our Advocate is pleading 
 With his Father, and our God ; 
 Now for us he^s interceeding, 
 
 As the Purchafe of his Blood : 
 Now methinks I hear him praying, 
 
 P Father, 
 
( 7.Z6 ) 
 
 Father, fave them, I have dy'd ; 
 And the Father anfwers, laying, 
 They are freely juftify'd. 
 
 1 S 
 
 HYMN CCLI. 
 
 AVIOUR of Men, we blefs thy Name, 
 For thou art good for evermore ; 
 Thy Pow'r and Grace we would proclaim, 
 And thine eternal Love adore # 
 
 3. Thy Glory mall for ever ftand, 
 
 Thy Truth remains both firm and fure : 
 Our Souls we venture in thine Hand, 
 And there we know we are fecure. 
 
 3 # Tho' Troubles come and Sorrows rife, 
 We will not fear for God's our Aid ; 
 111 Tidings cannot thefe furprize, 
 Who are upon Jehovah itay'd. 
 
 4. Glory to Chrift our faithful Friend j 
 
 ( He is the Lord whom Angels fear ) 
 On him we always would depend, 
 And in his Right'oufnefs appear. 
 
 5. We love the Lord our God moft High, 
 
 His Grace demands our nobleft Song ; 
 All Praife to Chrift who came to die, 
 To him all Glory doth belong. 
 
 HYMN CCLII. 
 
 j. O A W ye not the Cloud arife, 
 O Little as an Human Hand ? 
 Now it fpreads along the Skies, 
 
 Hangs o'er all the thirfty Land, 
 3Lo the Promife of a Show'r 
 
 Drops already from above, 
 But the Lord mail fhortly pour 
 All the Spirit of his Love. 
 
 3. Sons 
 
( 2.27 ) 
 
 3. Sons of God your Saviour praife, 
 
 He a Door hath open'd wide, 
 He hath giv'n the Word of Grace 
 
 Jefu's Word is glorify'd : 
 Jefu's mighty to redeem, 
 
 He alone the Work hath wrought, 
 Worthy is the Work of him, 
 
 Who all Things to Beeing brought. 
 
 3. When he firft the Work begun 
 
 Small and feeble was his Day, 
 Now the Word doth fwiftly run, 
 
 Now it fpreads its glorious Way ; 
 More and more it mines and grows, 
 
 Ever mighty to prevail ; 
 Sin's ftrong Holds it now o'erthrows, 
 
 Shakes the trembling Gates of Hell. 
 
 HYMN CCLIil. 
 
 For a fick Per/on* 
 
 1. Q EE, gracious Lord, with pitying Eyes, 
 O Beneath thy Hand a Suff'rer lies, 
 
 Thy Mercy, not thine Anger proves; 
 And fick he is whom Jefus loves. 
 
 2. His to thine own Afflictions join, 
 
 Accept, exalt, end count them thine ; 
 Thy Paffion which remains fulfill, 
 And fuffer in thy Members ftill. 
 
 3. His Sicknefs feel, endure his Pain, 
 
 His Burden bear, his Crofs fuftain ; 
 Grieve in his Griefs, and figh his Sighs, 
 And breathe his W r ifhes to the Skies. 
 
 4- Enter his Heart, poflefs him whole, 
 Inlpire and actuate his Soul ; 
 Himfelf no longer let it be 
 That fuffers or that lives but thee. 
 
 P 2 5. Thyfelf 
 
( "8 ) 
 
 c. Thyfelf through Sufferings perfect made, 
 Conform him thus to thee his Head ; 
 Refine, and raife his Virtue high'r ; 
 When try'd and purifj'd by Fire. 
 
 6\ So when his Eyes behold thee near, 
 And thou his hidden Life appear ; 
 Bright in thy Likenefs ihall he mine, 
 And glorious All, and all Divine. 
 
 HYMN CCLIV. 
 
 Winter. 
 
 •-s 
 
 EE how rude Winter's Icy Hand 
 Has flript the Trees, and fealM the Ground ; 
 But Spring fhall foon his Rage withftand, 
 And fpread new Beauties all around* 
 
 2. My Soul a fharper Winter mourns, 
 Barren and lifelefs I remain, 
 When will the gentle Spring return, 
 And bid my Graces grow again ? 
 
 3 # Jefus, my glorious Sun, arife, 
 
 'Tis thine the frozen Heart to move ; 
 Oh ! hum thefe Storms, and clear my Skies, 
 And let me feel thy vital Love. 
 
 4. Dear Lord, regard my feeble Cry, 
 ' I faint and droop 'till thou appear ; 
 
 Wilt thou permit thy Plant to die ? 
 Muft it be Winter all the Year ? 
 
 5. Be ftill, my Soul, and wait his Hour, 
 With humble Pray'r, and patient Faith, 
 'Till he reveals his gracious Pow'r, 
 Repofe on what his Promife faith. 
 
 6. He, by whofe all commanding Words, 
 Sesfons their changing Courfe maintain ; 
 
 In 
 
( 2-2.9 ) 
 
 In cv'ry Change a Pledge affords, 
 
 That none ihall feek his Face in vain. 
 
 HYMN CCLV. 
 
 The la ft Judgment , Rev. xxi. 5 — 8. 
 
 1. OEE where the great incarnate God 
 vJ Fills a Majeftick Throne, 
 While from the Skies his awful Voice 
 Bears the laft Judgment down. 
 
 [2. "I am the Firft, and I the Laft, 
 c< Through endlefs Years the fame ; 
 "I AM is my Memorial ftill, 
 " And my eternal Name. 
 
 3. « Such Favours as a God can give, 
 €< My royal Grace beftows ; 
 "Ye thirfty Souls come tafte the Stream; 
 " Where Life and Pleafure flows] 
 
 £4* <e The Saint that triumphs o'er his Sins, 
 " I'll own him for a Son ; 
 « The whole Creation fliall reward 
 f< The Cotiquefts he has won. 
 
 5. " But bloody Hands, and Hearts unclean, 
 
 "And all the lying Race, 
 " The faith! efs and the fcoffing Crew 
 " That fpurn at offer 'd Grace. 
 
 6. « They fliall be taken from my Sight, 
 
 " Bound faft in Iron Chains, 
 « And headlong plung'd into the Lake 
 « Where Fire and Darknefs reigns.*'] 
 
 7. O may I ftand before the Lamb, 
 
 When Earth and Seas are fled ! 
 And hear the Judge pronounce my Name 
 With Blefling on my Head ! 
 
 P 3 8. May 
 
( 2-3° ) 
 
 8. May I with thofe forever dwell, 
 Who here where my Delight, 
 While Sinners banifh'd down to Hell, 
 No more offend my Sight. 
 
 HYMN CCLVT. 
 
 Let the Wicked for/ah his Way, &c. Ifai. $S» 7» 
 
 1. OlNNERS, the Voice of God regard; 
 iJ 'Tis Mercy fpeaks to Day ; 
 
 He calls you by his fov'reign Word, 
 From Sin's deftrucftive Way„ 
 
 2. Like the rough Sea, that cannot reft, 
 
 You live devoid of Peace ; 
 A thoufand Stings within your Breaft, 
 Deprive your Souls of Eafe. 
 
 3. Your Way is dark, and leads to Hell ; 
 
 Why will you perfevere ? 
 Can you in endlefs Torments dwell, 
 Shut up in black Defpair? 
 
 4. Why will you in the crooked Ways 
 
 Of Sin and Folly go ? 
 In Pain you travel all your Days, 
 To reap Immortal Woe ! 
 
 5. But he that turns to God fhall live, 
 
 Thro' his abounding Grace ; 
 
 His Mercy will the Guilt forgive 
 
 Of thofe that feek his Face. 
 
 6. Bow to the Sceptre of his Word, 
 
 Renouncing ev'ry Sin ; 
 Submit to him your fov'reign Lord, 
 And learn; his Will Divine. 
 
 7. His Love exceeds your higheft Thoughts ; 
 
 He pardons like a God; 
 
 He 
 
He will foi 
 Thro' a 
 
 H 
 
 1, rtHALL 
 O Thy S 
 
 Or undifma 
 Be a true 
 
 2. Aw'd by al^ 
 
 Conceal th 
 How then be 
 To ftand, o 
 
 3, Shall I, to fov 
 
 Soften thy Tr^ 
 To gain Earths 
 The Crofs enc 
 
 4, What then is he, 
 
 Whofc Wrath or 
 A Man, an Heir of 
 To Sin, a Bubble o 
 
 5. Yea, let Man rage ! fine 
 
 Thy fhadowing Wings u 
 Since 'in all Pain thy tendei 
 Will ftill niy fweet Refrefhm 
 
 6. Saviour of Men ! thy fearching *,, 
 
 Does all my inmoft: Thoughts defc^ 
 Doth Ought on Earth my Wifhes raife, 
 Or the World's Favour, or its Praife . 
 
 7. The Love of Chrift does me conftrain 
 
 To feek the wand'ring Souls of Men; 
 With Cries, Intreaties, Tears, to fave, 
 To {hatch them from the gaping Grave. 
 
 8. For this let Men revile my Name ; 
 
 No Crofs I fliun, I fear no Shame : 
 
 P 4 All 
 

 ne Pain! 
 ftrain„ 
 
 efent, 
 
 be fpent ; 
 
 »rd! 
 
 ne adorM ! 
 
 od of Pow'r ! 
 Thunders roar, 
 be : 
 
 rough thee. 
 
 Oil. 
 
 an vain and Mor~ 
 
 21. 
 
 )f Flefh and Blood, 
 Jreator, God ! 
 prefume to be 
 or Juft than he ? 
 
 > Trufi: in none 
 :s round his Throne; 
 when compar'd with his, 
 Holy, Juft, nor Wife. 
 
 xiuch meaner Things are they 
 pring from Duft, and dwell in Clay! 
 .ch'd by the Finger of thy Wrath, 
 \fe faint and vanifh like the Moth. 
 
 J'rom Night to Day, from Day to Night, 
 We die by Thoufands in thy Sight; 
 Bury'd in Duft whole Nations lie 
 Like a forgotten Vanity. 
 
 Almighty Pow'r, to thee we bow; 
 How frail are we! how glorious thou! 
 No more the Sons of Earth mall dare 
 With an eternal God Compare. HYMN 
 
( h? ) 
 
 HYMN CCLIX. 
 
 Christ the Wifdom of God, Prov. viii. 1^52 — 32. 
 
 I. Q HALL Wifdom cry aloud, 
 lO And not her Speech be heard I 
 The Voice of God's eternal Word, 
 Deferves it no Regard ? 
 
 ft. *< I was his chief Delight, 
 " His everlafting Son, 
 « Before the firft of all his Works, 
 " Creation, was begun. 
 
 [3. " Before the flying Clouds, 
 <{ Before the folid Land, 
 « Before the Fields, before the Flood, 
 " I dwelt at his Right Hand. 
 
 4. "When he adorn'd the Skies, 
 
 " And built them, I was there, 
 " To order when the Sun fhould rife, 
 < e And marfhal ev'ry Star. 
 
 5. " When he pour'd out the Sea, 
 
 " And fpread the flowing Deep, 
 < ( I gave the Flood a firm Decree 
 " In its own Bounds to keep.] 
 
 6. <e Upon the empty Air 
 
 " The Earth was balanc'd well : 
 <( With Joy I faw the Manfion wher« 
 " The Sons of Men fhould dwell. 
 
 7» "My bufy Thoughts at firft 
 " On their Salvation ran, 
 < e E'er Sin was born, or Adam's Duft 
 "Was fafhion'd to a Man. 
 
 S. " Then come, receive my Grace, 
 " Ye Children, and be wife ; 
 
 P S « Happy 
 
( 2-54) 
 
 « Happy the Man that keeps my Ways, 
 « The Man that ihuns them dies." 
 
 HYMN CCLX. 
 
 The Brazen Serpent: or, Looking to Jefus. 
 
 1. HO did the Hebrew Prophet raife 
 O The brazen Serpent high ; 
 
 The Wounded felt immediate Eafe, 
 The Camp forbore to die. 
 
 2. <l Look upward in the dying Hour, 
 
 <( .And live," the Prophet cries, 
 But Christ performs a nobler Cure, 
 When Faith lifts up her Eyes. 
 
 3. High on the Crofs the Saviour hung, 
 
 High in the Heav'ns he reigns ; 
 Plere Sinners, by th' old Serpent Hung, 
 Look and forget their Pains. 
 
 4. When God's own Son is lifted up, 
 
 A dying World revives ; 
 The Jew beholds the glorious Hope, 
 Th* expiiing Gentile lives. 
 
 HYMN GCLXI. 
 
 Hol'inefs and Grace . 
 
 1. Q O let our Lips and Lives exprefs, 
 3 The holy Goipel we profefs ; 
 
 So let our Works and Virtues mine, 
 To prove the Dodtrine all Divine, 
 
 2. Thus fhall we beft proclaim abroad, 
 
 The Honours of our Saviour -God; 
 When the Salvation reigns within, 
 And Grace fubdues the Pow'r of Sin. 
 
 3- Our Flefh and Senfe muft be deny'd, 
 Paffion and Envy, Luft and Pride ; 
 
 Whilft 
 
( *3* ) 
 
 Whilft Juftice Temp'rance, Truth and Love, 
 Our inward Piety approve. 
 
 4. Religion beats our Spirits up, 
 
 While we expect that blefied Hope, 
 The bright Appearance of the Lord, 
 And Faith ftands leaning on his Word. 
 
 HYMN CCLXII. 
 
 Ths Chrifiian Warfare. 
 
 I. QTAND up, my Soul, make of thy Fears, 
 O And gird the Gofpel Armour on ; 
 March to the Gates of endlefs Joy, 
 Where thy great Captain, Saviour's gone. 
 
 3. Hell and thy Sins refill thy Courfe, 
 
 But Hell and Sins are vanquifh'd Foes ; 
 Thy jefus nail'd 'em to the Crcfs, 
 And fung the Triumph when he rcfe.J 
 
 [3. What though the Prince of Darknefs rage, 
 And wafte the Fury of his Spite 5 
 Eternal Chains confine him down 
 To fiery Deeps, and endlefs Night. 
 
 4. What though thy inward Lulls rebel; 
 
 >Tis but a ftrugling Gaip for Life ; 
 
 The Weapons of victorious Grace 
 
 Shall flay thy Sins, and end the Strife.] 
 
 5. Then let my Soul march boldly on, 
 
 Prefs forward to the heav'nly Gate, 
 There Peace and Joy Eternal reign, 
 And glitt'ring Robes for Conq'rors wait. 
 
 6 t There fhall I wear a {tarry Crown, 
 And Triumph in Almighty Grace, 
 While all the Armies of the Skies 
 join in my glorious Leader's Praife. 
 J fa HYMN 
 
( x 3 6 ) 
 HYMN CCLXIII. 
 
 To the Holy Ghoft. 
 
 i. C TAY, thou infulted Spirit flay ; 
 
 O Tho' I have done thee fuch defpite : 
 .Caft not a Sinner quite away, 
 
 Nor take thine everlafting Plight. 
 
 a, Tho* I have moft unfaithful been 
 Of all, whoe'er thy Grace receiv'd, 
 Ten Thoufand Times thy Goodnefs feen, 
 Ten Thoufand Times thy Goodnefs griev'd. 
 
 3, But O ! the chief of Sinners fpare, 
 
 In Honour of my great High Prieft ; 
 Nor in thy right'ous Anger fwear 
 
 T* exclude me from my People's Reft. 
 
 4. If yet thou canft my Sins forgive, 
 
 Ev'n now O Lord, relieve my Woes ; 
 Me to thy Reft of Love receive, 
 And blefs me with a calm Repofe. 
 
 £. Ev'n now my weary Soul releafe, 
 
 And raife me by thy gracious Hand; 
 Guide me into thy per fed: Peace, 
 And bring me to the promis'd Land. 
 
 HYMN CCLXIV. 
 
 I. OTILL out of the deepeft Abbyfs 
 O Of Trouble I mournfully cry, 
 And pine to recover my Peace, 
 To fee my Redeemer, and die. 
 I cannot, I cannot forbear 
 
 Thefe paffionate Longings for Home : 
 O when will my Spirit be there ? 
 O when will the MefTenger come ? 
 
 2. Thy 
 
2. Thy Nature 1 long to put on, 
 
 Thine Image on Earth to regain, 
 And then in the Grave to lay down 
 
 My Burden of Body and Pain 5 
 O Jesus in pity draw near, 
 
 And lull me to fleep on thy Breaft; 
 Appear, to my Refcue appear, 
 
 And gather me into thy Reft. 
 
 3. To take a poor Fugitive in, 
 
 The Arm of thy Mercy difplay, 
 And give me to reft from all Sin, 
 
 And bear me triumphant away : 
 Away from a World of Diftrefs, 
 
 Away to the Manfions above, 
 The Heaven of feeing thy Face, 
 
 The Heaven of feeling thy Love, 
 
 HYMN CCLXV. 
 
 Chrijlian Virtues ; or, The Difficulty of Converfio?:, 
 
 I* OTRAIT is the Way, the Door is flrait, 
 O That leads to Joys on High ; 
 3 Tis but a few that find the Gate, 
 While Crouds miftake and die. 
 
 2. Beloved Self muft be deny'd, 
 The Mind and Will renew'd, 
 Paflion fupprefs'd and Patience try'd, 
 And vain Defires fubdu'd. 
 
 [3. Flefh is a dang'rous Foe to Grace, 
 Where it prevails and rules ; 
 Flefh muft be humbled, Pride abas'd, 
 Left they deftroy our Souls. 
 
 4. The Love of Gold be banifh'd hence, 
 
 (That vile Idolatry) 
 And ev'ry Member, ev'ry Senfe, 
 
 Ih fweet Subjecftion lye. 5, The 
 
C *38 ) 
 
 5. The Tongue, that moft unruly Pow'r, 
 
 Requires a ftrong reftraint ; 
 We muft be watchful evVy Hour, 
 And pray, but never faint.] 
 
 6. Lord ! can a feeble, helplefs Worm 
 
 Fulfill a Talk fo hard! 
 Thy Grace muft all my Works perform, 
 And give thee free Reward. 
 
 HYMN CCLXVI. 
 
 The divided Heart lame?ited, 
 
 TRANGE that fo much of Heav'n and Hell 
 Should in one Bofom meet ; 
 Lord, can thy Spirit ever dwell 
 Where Satan has a Seat J - 
 
 "S 
 
 2» Now I am all transform 'd to Love, 
 And could expire in Praife; 
 Then foon not all the Joys above 
 One chearful Note can raife. 
 
 3. When I with penfive Thoughts review 
 
 The Mazes I have trod, 
 Aftonifh/d at the Grace that drew 
 My wandering Soul to God, 
 
 4. Oh with what ardent Zeal I Vow 
 
 A rectitude within ! 
 What Indignation fires me now, 
 At the mear Thoughts of Sin ! 
 
 5. But vain Amufements, hurrying Cares, 
 
 Trifles of Lofs or Gain, 
 Or carnal Joys, or worldly Fears, 
 Seduce my Heart again. 
 
 6. By faithful Hopes, and golden Dreams, 
 
 I'm nurtur'd or bctray,d, 
 
 Still 
 
( 2-39 ) 
 
 Still tofs'd between the two Extremes^ 
 Too vain, or too difmay'd. 
 
 7 f Decide the dubious awful Cafe, 
 By fome afluring Sign ; 
 And oh may thy all conqu'ring Grace 
 Declare that I am thine ! 
 
 HYMN CCLXVII. 
 
 A Pfahn for the Lord's Day. 
 
 If QWEET is the Work, my God my King, 
 i^ To praife thy Name, give Thanks andfingr 
 To {hew thy Love by morning Light. 
 And talk of all thy Truth at Night. 
 
 2. Sweet is the Day of facred Reft, 
 
 No mortal Cares mall feize my Breaft ; 
 O may my Heart in Tune be found 
 Like David's Harp of folemn Sound S ^ 
 
 3. My Heart (hall triumph in my Lord, 
 And blefs his Works, and blefs his Word ; 
 Thy Works of Grace, how bright they mine ! 
 How deep thy Counfels ! how Divine ! 
 
 4. Fools never raife their Thoughts fo high; 
 Like Brutes they live, like Brutes they die ; 
 Like Grafs they flourifh, till thy Breath 
 Blaft them in everlaftincr Death. 
 
 5. But I fhall mare a glorious Part 
 When Grace hath well refm'd my Heart, 
 And frefh Supplies of Joy are jfhed 
 
 Like holy Oil to chear my Head. 
 
 6. Sin (my worfr Enemy before) 
 
 Shall vex my Eyes and Ears no more ; 
 
 My 
 
( 2-4° ) 
 
 My inward Foes fhall all be (lain, 
 Nor Satan break my Peace again # 
 
 7. Then fliall I fee, and hear, and know 
 All I defir'd or wifh'd below ; 
 And ev'ry Pow'r find fweet Employ 
 In that eternal World of Joy. 
 
 HYMN CCLXVIII. 
 
 <the Vanity of Men as Mortal, 
 
 1. / I ^ EACH me the Meafure of my Days, 
 
 Thou Maker of my Frame ; 
 I would Survey Life's narrow Space, 
 And learn how frail I am. 
 
 2. A Span is all that we can boaft, 
 
 An Inch or two of Time ; 
 Man is but Vanity and Duft 
 In all his Flow'r and Prime* 
 
 3. See the vain Race of Mortals move 
 
 Like Shadows o'er the Plain, 
 They Rage and Strive, Deiire and Love, 
 But all the Noife is vain. 
 
 4. Some walk in Honour's gaudy fhow, 
 
 Some dig for golden Ore, 
 They toil for Heirs they know not who, 
 And itrait are feen no more. 
 
 5. What ihould I wifh or wait for then 
 
 From Creatures Earth and Duft ? 
 They make our Expectations vain, 
 And difappoint our Truft. 
 
 6. Now I forbid my carnal Hope, 
 
 My fond Defires recall ; 
 
 I give 
 
C 241 ) 
 
 My fond Defires recall ; 
 I give my mortal Int'reft up. 
 And make my God my all. 
 
 H Y M N CCLXIX. 
 
 The Everlafling Abfence of God intolerablt* 
 
 t. /" | ^ HAT awful Day will furely come, 
 J^ Th' appointed Hour makes hade, 
 When I muft Hand before my Judge, 
 And pafs the folemn Teft. 
 
 2 . Thou lovely Chief of all my Joys, 
 Thou Sov'reign of my Heart, 
 How could I bear to hear thy Voice 
 Pronounce the Sound, Depart ? 
 
 [3. The Thunder of that difmal Word 
 Would fo torment my Ear, 
 'Twould tear my Soul af under, Lord, 
 With moll Tormenting Fear.] 
 
 [4. What, to be baniftVd from my Life, 
 And yet forbid to die ? 
 To linger in eternal Pain, 
 Yet Death for ever fly ? ] 
 
 5. O wretched State of deep Defpair, 
 
 To fee my God remove, 
 And fix my doleful Station where 
 I mull not tafte his Love. 
 
 6. Jefus, I throw my Arms around, 
 And hang upon thy Bread ; 
 Without a gracious Smile from Thee, 
 
 My Spirit cannot reft. 
 
 7. O ! tell me that my worthless Name 
 
 Is graven on thy Hands, 
 
 O Shew 
 
 / 
 
C 242 ) 
 
 Shew me fome Promife in thy Beck 
 Where my Salvation ftands ! 
 
 [8. Give me one kind alluring Word 
 To fink my Fears again ; 
 And chearfully my Soul ihall wait 
 Her Threefcore Years and Ten. ] 
 
 H Y M K CCLXX. 
 
 The Believer's Safety. 
 
 1. r T^ HAT Man no Guard or Weapon needs, 
 
 X Whofe Heart the Blood of Jeius knows j 
 But fafe may pals , if Duty leads, 
 
 Thro' binning Sands or Mountain Snows; 
 
 2. Releas'd from Guilt he feels no Fear, 
 
 Redemption is his Shield and Tow'r » 
 He fees his Saviour always near 
 To help iu ev'ry trying Hour, 
 
 3. Tho' I am weak, and Satan llrong, 
 
 And often to Aflault me tries ; 
 When Jefus is my Shield and Song, 
 Abafli'd the Wolf before me flieSi. 
 
 4. His Love pollening, I am bleft, 
 
 Secure whatever Change may come ; 
 Whither I go to Eaft or Welt, 
 
 With him I ftill ihall be at Home. 
 
 5. If plac'd beneath the Northern Pole, 
 
 Tho' Winter reigns with Vigor thrre ; 
 His gracious Beams would cheer my Soul, 
 And make a Spring throughout the Year. 
 
 (). Or if the Defart's Sun-burnt Soil, 
 
 My lonely Dwelling e'er mould prove, 
 His Prefence would Support my Toil, 
 
 Whole fmile is Life, whofe Voice is Love. 
 
 HYMN 
 
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 HYMN CCLXXI. 
 
 Noah frefdrvcd in the Ark, and Believers in 
 Christ, i Pet. iii, 20. 21. 
 
 1. np HE Deluge, at th' Almighty's Call, 
 A In what impetuous Streams it fell ! 
 Swallow 'd the Mountains in its Rage, 
 And fwept a guilty World to Hell. 
 
 2 In vain the talleft Sons of Pride, 
 
 Fled from the clofe purfuing Wave ; 
 Nor could the mightreil Tow'rs defend, 
 Nor Swiftnefs 'icape, nor Courage fave, 
 
 3. How dire the Wreck ! how loud the Roar! 
 
 How fhrill the Univerfal! Cry 
 Of Millions in the laft Defpair, 
 Re-echo 'd from the lowering Sky ! 
 
 4. Yet Noah, humble happy Saint. 
 
 Surrounded with the Chofen Few, 
 Sat in his Ark, fecure from Fear, 
 And fang the Grace that fteer'd him thro'. 
 
 j. So I may fing, in Jesus fafe, 
 
 While Storms of Vengeance round me fall, 
 Confcious how high my Hopes are fix'd, 
 Beyond what makes this earthly Ball. 
 
 ft. Enter thine Ark, while Patience waits, 
 Nor e^ver quit that fare Retreat : 
 Then the wide Flood, which buries Earth, 
 Shall waft thee to a fairer Seat. 
 
 7. Nor Wreck nor Ruin there is feen ; 
 There not a Wave of Trouble rolls ; 
 But the bright Rainbow round the Throne 
 Seals endlefs Life to all their Souls. 
 
 O 2 HYMN 
 
C 244 ) 
 HYMN CCLXXII. 
 
 The Foujitam of Chrljl, Zech. xiii, I. 
 
 I. r-p H E Fountain of Chrift 
 
 A Affift me to ling, 
 The Blood of our Prieft, 
 
 Our crucify' d King ; 
 Which perfectly cleanfes 
 
 From Sin, and from Filth ; 
 And richly difpenfes 
 
 Salvation and Health. 
 
 2. This Fountain fo dear 
 He'll freely impart ; 
 
 Unlock'd by the Spear, 
 It gufh'd from his Heart, 
 
 With Blood, and with Water, 
 The firft to atone, 
 
 To cleanfe us the Latter, 
 The Fountain's but One. 
 
 3. This Fountain is fuch 
 
 ( As Thoufands can tell ) 
 The Moment we touch 
 
 It's Streams, we are well. 
 All Waters befide them 
 
 Are full of the Curfe ; 
 For all that have try'd them 
 
 Swell, rot, and grow worfe. 
 
 4. This Fountain, fick Soul, 
 Recovers thee quite ; 
 
 Bathe here, and be whole ; 
 
 Wafh here and be white ; 
 Whatever Difeafes 
 
 Or Dangers befal, 
 The Fountain of Jefus 
 
 Will rid thee of all. 
 
 5. This 
 
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 £. This Fountain from Guilt 
 
 Not only makes pure, 
 And gives, foon as felt, 
 
 Infallible Cure ; 
 But if Guilt removed, 
 
 Return and remain, 
 Its Pow'r may be proved 
 
 Again, and again. 
 
 6. This Fountain unfeal'd, 
 Stands open for all, 
 
 That long to be heal'd, 
 The Great and the Small ; 
 
 Here's Strength for the Weakly, 
 That hither are led : 
 
 Here's Health for the Sickly ; 
 Here's Life for the Dead. 
 
 7. This Fountain tho' rich, 
 From Charge is quite clear ; 
 
 The poorer the Wretch 
 
 The welcomer here ; 
 Come Needy, come Guilty, 
 
 Come loathfome and bare ; 
 You can't come too Filthy, 
 
 Come juft as you are. 
 
 8. This Fountain in vain 
 Has never been try'd, 
 
 It takes out all Stain 
 
 Whenever apply 'd ; 
 The Water flows fweetly 
 
 With Virtue Divine, 
 To cleanfe Souls completely, 
 
 Tho' Leprous as mine. 
 
 Q3 
 
 HYMN. 
 
C *16 ) 
 HYMN CCLXXIII, 
 
 Christ's Kingdom and Majefty. 
 
 1. ^X^HE God Jehovah reigns, 
 
 A Let all the Nations fear ; 
 Let Sinners tremble at his Throne, 
 And Saints be humble there. 
 
 2. Jesus the Saviour reigns, 
 
 € Let Earth adore its Lord ; 
 Bright Cherubs his Attendants Hand, 
 Swift to fulfil his Word. 
 
 3. In Zion is his Throne, 
 His Honours are Divine ; 
 
 His Church mall make his Wonders' known. 
 For there his Glories mine. 
 
 4. How holy is^iis Name ! 
 How terrible his Praife ! 
 
 J,uitice and Truth and Judgment join, 
 In all Ins Works of Grace. 
 
 H Y M N CCLXXIV. 
 
 Tbs Reflection of a baptized Believer-^He went on bh 
 Way rejoicing, Acls viii. 39. 
 
 1. r 1 ^HE holy Eunuch, when baptiz'd, 
 
 Went on his Way with Joy : 
 And who can tell what rapturous Thoughts, 
 Did then his Mind employ . ? 
 
 2. "Is that mod glorious Saviour mine 
 
 "Of whom I lately read ? 
 i{ Who bearing all my Sins and Griefs, 
 " Was number'd with the Dead ?"- 
 
 3. "Is he who burfting from the Grave , 
 
 "Now reigns above the Sky 
 
 "lUy 
 
C 247 ) 
 
 "My Advocate before the Throne, 
 " My Portion when I die ? 
 
 4. "Have I profefs'd his holy Name? 
 
 " Do I his Gofpel bear 
 " To Ethiopia's fcorched Lands, 
 "And mail I fpread it there ? 
 
 5. " Blefs'd Pool ! in which I lately lay, 
 
 " And left my Fears behind ; 
 li What an unworthy Wretch am I ! 
 " And God profufely kind ! 
 
 6. "Blefs'd Emblen of that precious Blood 
 
 " Which fatisfy'd for Sin ; 
 "And of that renovating Grace, 
 
 <c Which makes the Confcience clean/ 4 
 
 7. This Pattern, Lord, with facred joy 
 
 Help us to keep in View ; 
 The fame our Work, the fame, O make 
 Our Confolation too. 
 
 HYMN CCLXXV. 
 
 It is finijhedy John 10, 30. 
 
 I. « *^T^IS fmifh'd," the Redeemer faid, 
 
 j[ And meekly bow'd his dying Head, 
 Whilft we this Sentence fcan, 
 Come, Sinners, and obferve the Word. 
 Behold the Conquefts of the Lord, 
 Compleat for helplels Man. 
 
 2. Finifh'd the Pdghteoufnefs of Grace, 
 Finifh'd for Sinners pard'ning Peace j 
 
 Their mighty Debt is paid : 
 Accufmg Law cancell'd by Blood, 
 And Wrath of an offended God 
 In fsveet Oblivion laid. 
 
 Q, 4 3- Who 
 
C 248 ) 
 
 3. Who now fhall urge a fecond Claim ? 
 The Law no longer can condemn, 
 
 Faith a Releafe can fhew : 
 Jufhce itfelf a Friend appears, 
 The Prifon Houfe a whiiper hears, 
 
 "Loofe him, and let him go.'' 
 
 4. O Unbelief, injurious Bar ! 
 Source of tormenting, fruitlefs Fear, 
 
 Why deft thou yet reply ? 
 Where'er thy loud Objections fall, 
 
 " Tis finifh'd" ftill may anfwer all, 
 And filence ev'ry Cry. 
 
 5 t His Toil divinely finifh'd ftands, 
 
 But ah ! the Praife his Work demands, 
 
 Careful may we attend ! 
 Conclufion to our Souls be this, 
 Uecaufe Salvation finifh'd is, 
 Our Thanks fhall never End, 
 
 HYMN CCLXXVI. 
 
 Who hath defplfedthe Day of fmallThings P Zech.iv, 10. 
 
 1 . T"* HE Lord that made both Heav'n and Earth, 
 1 And was himfelf made Man, 
 Lay in the Womb before his Birth, 
 Contracted to a Span : 
 
 c. Matur'd by Time 'till forth he came, 
 A Babe like others feen ; 
 As fmall in Size, and weak of Frame, 
 As Babes have always been. 
 
 3. From thence he grew an Infant mild, 
 By fair and due Degrees ; 
 And then became a bigger Child, 
 And fat on Mary's Knees. 
 
 4. At 
 
C 249 ) 
 
 4. At firft held up for want of Strength, 
 
 In Time alone he ran ; 
 Then grew a Boy ; a Lad at Length 
 A Youth ; at laft a Man. 
 
 5. Behold from what beginnings fmall ! 
 • Our great Salvation rofe ! 
 
 The Strength of God is own'd by all; 
 But who his Weaknefs knows ? 
 
 6. Thus Souls that would to Heav'n attain, 
 
 Muft Jacob's Ladder climb ; 
 And Step by Step the Summit gain, 
 In Meafure and in Time. 
 
 7. Let not the Strong the Weak defpife ; 
 
 Their Faith, tho lmall, is true ; 
 Tho' low they feem in others Eyes ; 
 Their Sav'our feem'd (o too. 
 
 S. Nor meanly of the Tempted think ; 
 For, oh what Tongue can tell, 
 How low the Lord of Life muft fink, 
 Before he vanquifh'd Hell ! 
 
 o. The leaft Believer is a Saint, 
 And if our Growth be flow, 
 We mould not therefore tire and faint, 
 Since Chrift himfelf could grow. 
 
 10. As in the Days of Flefh he grew, 
 
 In knowledge, Stature, Grace, 
 So in the Soul that's born anew, 
 He keeps a gradual Pace. 
 
 1 1 . No lefs Almighty at his Birth, 
 
 Than on his Throne Supreme : 
 His Shoulders held up Heav'n and Earth, 
 When Mary held up him. 
 
 O s HYMN 
 
C 270 ) 
 
 H Y M K CCLXXVII. 
 
 The lajl Judgment : or, The Saints rewarded. 
 
 1. r T"*HE Lord, the Judge, before his Throne 
 
 JL Bids the whole Earth draw nigh j 
 The Nations near the riling Sun, 
 And near the Weftern Sky. 
 
 2. No more mall bold Blafphemers fay, 
 
 " Judgment will ne'er begin ;" 
 No more abufe his long Delay, 
 To Impudence and Sin. 
 
 3. Thron'd on a Cloud our God mail come, 
 
 Bright Flames prepare his Way ; 
 Thunder and Darknefs, Fire and 'Storm 
 Lead on the dreadful Day. 
 
 4. Heav'n from above his Call mall hear, 
 
 Attending Angels come, 
 And Earth and Hell fhall know and fear, 
 His Juftice and their Doom. 
 
 5. <e But gather all my Saints," (he cries,) 
 
 " That made their Peace with God 
 u By the Redeemer's Sacrifice, 
 " And feal'd it with his Blood. 
 
 6. " Their Faith and Works brought forth to Light, 
 
 '■< Shall make the World confefs 
 
 (i My Sentence of Reward is right, 
 
 " And Heav'n adore my Grace." 
 
 HYMN CCLXXVIII, 
 
 Ang:'.s minifiring to Christ and Saints. 
 
 1. /HpHE Majefty of Solomon ! 
 J^ How gloiious to behold ! 
 The Servants waiting round his Throne, 
 The Iv'ry and the Gold! 
 
 2. But 
 
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 2. But mighty God ! thy Palace mines 
 With far fuperior Beams ; 
 Thine Angel Guards are fwift as Winds, 
 Thy Minifters are Flames. 
 
 [3. Soon as thine only Son had made 
 His Ent'rance on the Earth, 
 A mining Army downward fled, 
 To clebrate his Birth. 
 
 4. And, when oppreft with Pains and Fears, 
 
 On the cold Ground he lies, 
 Behold a heav'nly Form appears, 
 T' allay his Agonies.] 
 
 5. Now to the Hands of Chrift our King, 
 
 Are all their Legions giv'n; 
 They wait upon his Saints and bring, ] 
 His chofen Heirs to Heav'n. 
 
 6. Pieafure and Praife run thro' their Hoft 
 
 To fee a Sinner turn ; 
 Then Satan has a Captive loft, 
 And Chrift a Subject born. 
 
 7. But there's an Hour of brighter Joy, 
 
 When he his Angels fends, 
 Obftinate Rebels to deftroy, 
 And gather in his Friends. 
 
 8. O ! could I fay, without a Doubt, 
 
 There mall my Soul be found, 
 Then let the great Arch- Angel mout, 
 And the lalt Trumpet found. 
 
 H Y M N CCLXXIX. 
 
 Our Lord Jesus at kis own Table. 
 
 [i. * I V HE Mem'ry of our dying Lord 
 JL Awakes a thankful Tongue j 
 
 How 
 
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 How rich he fpreads his Royal Board, 
 And blefs'd the Food, and funo-. 
 
 2. Happy the Men that eat this Bread, 
 
 But doubly-blefs'd was he 
 That gently bow'd his loving Head, 
 And lean'd it, Lord on Thee. 
 
 3. By Faith the fame Delights we tafte 
 
 As that great Fav'rite did, 
 And fit and lean on Jefus' Breaft ; 
 And take the heav'nly Bread, j 
 
 4. Down from the Palace of the Skies 
 
 Hither the King defcends, 
 " Come, my Beloved eat (he cries) 
 " And drink Salvation, Friends. 
 
 [£. " My Fleih is Food and Phyfick too, 
 " A Balm for all your Pains j 
 (t And the red Streams of Pardon flow 
 " From thefe my pierced Veins."} 
 
 6. Hofanna to his bounteous Love 
 For fuch a Feaft below ! 
 And yet he feeds his Saints above 
 With nobler Bleffings too. 
 
 [7. Come the dear Day, the glorious Hour, 
 That brings our Souls to reft ! 
 Then we fhall need thefe Types no more, 
 But dwell at th' heav'nly Feaft.] 
 
 H Y M N CCLXXX. 
 
 * Perfevcrance. 
 
 1. '"r^HE Sinner that by precious Faith, 
 JL Has felt his Sins forgiv'n. 
 Is, from that Moment, pafs'd from Death, 
 And feal'd an Heir of Heav'n. 
 
 2. Tho 5 
 
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 2 . Tho' thoufimd Snares enclofe his Feet, 
 
 Not one fhall hold him fall ; 
 Whatever Dangers he may meet, 
 He fhall get fafe at laft. 
 
 3. Not as the World the Saviour given, 
 
 He is no fickle Friend, 
 Whom once he Loves, he never leaves ; 
 But loves him to the End. 
 
 4. The Spirit that would this Truth withftand, 
 
 Would pull God's Temple down, 
 Wrelt Jefu's Sceptre from his Hand, 
 And fpoil him of his Crown. 
 
 5. Satan might then full Vict'ry boaft 
 
 The Church might wholly fall ; 
 If one Believer may be loft, 
 It follows, fo may all. 
 
 6. But Chrifl in ev'ry Age has prov'd 
 
 His Purchafe firm and true, 
 If this Foundation be remov'd, 
 What fhall the Righteous do ? 
 
 7. Brethren by this your Claim abide, 
 
 This Title to your Blifs ; 
 Whatever Lofs you bear befide, 
 Oh, never give up this. 
 
 H Y M N CCLXXXL 
 
 Tribulation. 
 
 1. ' I 'HE Souls that would to Jefus prefs, 
 
 -*- Muft fix this finn and fare ; 
 That Tribulation, more or lefs, 
 They muft and fhall endure. 
 
 2. From this there can be none exempt ; 
 
 'Tis God's own wife Decree, 
 
 Satan 
 
C 2vA ) • 
 
 Satan the weakeft Saint will tempt, 
 Nor is the ftrongeft free. 
 
 3. The World oppofes from without, 
 
 And Unbelief within ; 
 We fear, we faint, we grieve, we doubt) 
 And feel the Load of Sin. 
 
 4. Glad Frames too often lift tis up ; 
 
 And then how proud we grow i 
 'Till fad Defertion makes us droop ; 
 And down we link as low. 
 
 5. Ten Thoufand Baits the Foes prepares 
 
 To catch the wand'ring Heart ; 
 And feldom do we fee the Snares, , 
 Before we feel the Smart. 
 
 6. But let not all this terrify, 
 
 Purfue the narrow Path ; 
 Look to the Lord with fledfafi Eye 
 And fight with Hell by Faith. 
 
 7. Tho' we are feeble, Chrift is flrong, 
 
 His Promifes are true, 
 We mail be Conqu'rors all ere long, 
 And more than Conqu'rors too. 
 
 H Y M N CCLXXXII. 
 
 1. HHHE one thing needful, that good Part. 
 
 X Which Mary chofe with all her Heart* 
 I would purfue with Heart and Mind, 
 And feek un weary 5 d till I find. 
 
 2. Eat, oh! I'm blind and Ignorant, 
 
 The Spirit of the Lord I want ; 
 To guide me in the narrow Road, 
 That leads to Happinefs and God. 
 
 3. O Lord, my God to Thee I prav, 
 
 Teach 
 
• C fcr? ) 
 
 Teach me to know, and find the Way 
 How I may have my Sins forgiv'n, 
 And fafe, and furely get to Keav'n. 
 
 4. My Mind enlighten with thy Light, 
 
 That I may underfland aright 
 The glorious Gofpel Myftery, 
 Winch mews the Way to Heav'n and Thee. 
 
 5. Hidden in Chrift the Treafure lies, 
 
 That goodly Pearl of fo great Price ; 
 No other Way but Chrift, there is 
 To endlefs Happinefs and JBlils. 
 
 6. O Jems Chrift, my Lord and God, 
 
 Who hall redeem 'd me by thy Blood; 
 Unite my Heart fo faft to Thee, 
 That we may never parted be. 
 
 • H Y M $1 CCLXXXIII. 
 
 1. f jj M-1E Saints appear to tread the Comts 
 
 JL Of their dear God below; 
 Behold the Multitude reforts 
 To hear the Trumpet blow. 
 
 2. Lord God appear for our Relief, 
 
 What can we do alone ? 
 Come Saviour, banilh Unbelief 
 And take us for thine own. 
 
 3. Our Eyes O Lord, are unto thee, 
 
 Ah'ift us, Lord, we pray ; 
 O may thy Spirit Prefent be ! 
 O Lord, thy Power difplay. 
 
 4. Jefus, let us thy Gofpel hear, 
 
 Teach us to know thy Voice ; 
 Make ev'ry ftubborn Sinner fear, 
 And all thy Saints rejoice. 
 
 5. Come 
 

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 5. Come Lord, nor let us be difmay'd 5 
 Lord, hear thy People pray ; 
 And let thy Mercy be difplay'd 
 Amongft us here this Day. 
 
 4>. May Sinners hear thy pow'rful Call 
 And thy Salvation fee ; 
 So mall our Hearts, both One and All, 
 Sing Songs of Praife to thee. 
 
 H Y M N CCLXXXIV. 
 
 i. 'T^-TE Sun of Righteoufhefs appears, 
 JL To fet in Blood no more ! 
 Adore the fcatt'rer ot your Fears, 
 Your riflng Sun adore. 
 
 2. The Saints, when he refign'd his Breath, 
 
 Unclos'd their fleeping Eyes ;, 
 
 He breaks again the Bands of Death, 
 
 Agam the Dead arife. 
 
 3. Alone the dreadful Race he ran, 
 
 Alone the Wine-Prefs trod ; 
 He dy'd, and fuffer'd as a Man, 
 He rifes as a God. 
 
 4. In vain the Stone, the Watch, the Seal, 
 
 Forbid an early Rile, 
 
 To him who breaks the Gates of Hell, 
 
 And opens Paradife. 
 
 HYMN CCLXXXV. 
 
 Frail Life a?id fucceeding Eternity. 
 
 1. HP* HEE we adore, Eternal Name ! 
 JL And humbly own to Thee, 
 How feeble is our mortal Frame, 
 What dying Worms are we ! 
 
 • [2. Out 
 
( *57 ) 
 
 [2 t Our wafting Lives grow fhorter ftill, 
 As Months and Days increafe ; 
 And ev'ry beating Pulfe we tell, 
 Leaves but the Number lefs. 
 
 3, The Year rolls round, and fteals away 
 
 The Breath that it firft gave ; 
 
 Whate'er we do, whate'er we be, 
 
 We're trav'ling to the Grave.] 
 
 4, Dangers ftand thick thro' all the Ground, 
 
 To pufh us to the Tomb ; 
 And fierce Difeufes wait around, 
 To hurry Mortals home. 
 
 $. Good God ! on what a flender Thread 
 Hang everlafting Things 1 
 Th' eternal States of all the Dead 
 Upon Life's feeble Strings. 
 
 6. Infinite Joy, or wretched Woe, 
 
 Attends on ev'ry Breath j 
 And yet how unconcem'd we go 
 Upon the Brink of Death ! 
 
 7, Waken, O Lord, our drowfy Senfe, 
 
 To walk this dang'rous Road ; 
 And if our Souls are hurry'd hence, 
 May they be found with God. 
 
 i. 'TT^ 
 
 HYMN CCLXXXVI. 
 
 Death and hnmediate Glory, 
 HERE is a Houfe not made with Hands 
 
 Eternal, and on High, 
 And here my Spirit waiting ftands, 
 'Till God fhall bid it fly. 
 
 2, Shortly this Prifon of my Clay 
 Muft be diffclv'd and fall; 
 
 R Then, 
 
( 15-8 ) 
 
 Then, O my Soul, with Joy obey 
 Thy heav'nly Father's Call. 
 
 g, 'Tis he, by his Almighty Grace, 
 That forms thee fit for Heav'n ? 
 And as an Earned of the Place, 
 Has his own Spirit giv'n. 
 
 4. We walk by Faith of Joys to come ; 
 
 Faith lives upon his Word ; 
 But while the Body is our Home, 
 We're abfent from the Lord. 
 
 5. 'Tis pleafant to believe thy Grace, 
 
 But we had rather fee ; 
 We would be abfent from the Flefh, 
 And prefent, Lord, with thee.* 
 
 HYMN CCLXXXVIL 
 
 The Martyrs Glorified, Rev. vii. 13, &c. 
 
 I.HPHESE glorious Minds how bright they mine! 
 Whence all their white Array? 
 How came they to the happy Seats 
 Of Everlafting Day \ 
 
 2. From.tort'ring Pains to endlefs Joys, 
 
 On fiery. Wheels they rode, 
 And ltrangely wafh'd their Raiments white 
 In Jefus dying Blood. 
 
 3. Now they approach a fpotlefs God, 
 
 And bow before his Throne ; 
 Their warbling Harps and facred Songs 
 Adore the Holy' One. 
 
 4. The unveil'd Glories of his Face 
 
 Amongft his Saints refide, 
 While the rich Treafure of his Grace 
 Sees all their Wants fupply'd, 
 
 5. Tor- 
 
( 2-5-9 ) 
 
 §. Tormenting Thirft fliall leave their Souls, 
 And Hunger flee as fair ; 
 The Fruit of Life's immortal Tree 
 Shall be their fweet Pvepaft. 
 
 6. The Lamb fhall lead his heav'nly Flock 
 Where living Fountains rife, 
 And Love Divine fhall wipe away 
 The Sorrows of their Eyes. 
 
 HYMN CCLXXXVIII. 
 
 Saints dwell in Heaven, or Christ's Afcenfion* 
 
 I. 'T'HIS fpacious Earth is all the Lord's, 
 * And Men and Worms, and Beafts and 
 He rais'd the Buildings on the Seas, [Birds; 
 And gave it for their Dwelling Place. 
 
 2« But there's a brighter World on high, 
 Thy Palace, Lord, above the Sky, 
 Who fhall afcend that bleft Abode \ 
 And dwell fo near his Maker God ? 
 
 3, He that abhors and fears to Sin, 
 
 Whofe Heart is pure, whofe Hands are clean, 
 Him fhall the Lord the Saviour blefs, 
 And clothe his Soul with Right'oufnefs. 
 
 4, Thefe are the Men, the pious Race, 
 
 That feek the God of Jacob's Face; 
 They fhall enjoy the blifsful Sight, 
 And dwell in Everlafting Light,. 
 
 5, Rejoice ye Aiming Worlds on high, 
 
 Behold the King of Glory's nigh; 
 Who can this King of Glory be \ 
 The mighty Lord, the Saviour's He. 
 
 6, Ye heav'nly Gates, your Leaves difplay 
 
 To make the Lord the Saviour Way ; 
 R 2 Laden 
 
( x6o ) 
 
 Laden with Spoils from Earth and Hell, 
 The Conq'ror comes with God to dwell, 
 
 7. Rais'd from the Dead, he goes before, 
 He opens Heav'n's eternal Door, 
 To give his Saints a bleft Abode, 
 Wear their Redeemer and their God. 
 
 HYMN CCLXXXIX. 
 
 • Jericho ; or the Waters healed. 
 
 1. 'TpHO* Jericho pleafantly flood, 
 
 X And look'd like a promifing Soil} 
 The Harveft produc'd little Food, 
 
 To anfwer the Hufbandman's Toil: 
 The Water Tome Property had, . 
 
 Which poifonous prov'd to the Ground ; 
 The Springs were corrupted and bad, 
 
 The Streams fpread a Barrennefs round. 
 
 2. But foon by the Cruife and the Salt, 
 
 Prepar'd by Elifha's Command, 
 The Water was cur'd of its Fault 
 
 And plenty enriched the Land: 
 An Emblem fuje this of the Grace 
 
 On truitlefs dead Sinner* beftow'd; 
 For Man is in Jericho's Cafe, 
 
 Till cur'd by the Mercy of God, 
 
 3. How noble a Creature he feems! 
 
 What Knowledge, Invention and Skill! 
 How large and extenfive his Schemes ! 
 
 How much can he do if he will ! 
 His Zeal to be Learned and Wife, 
 
 Will yield to no Limits or Bars ; 
 He meafures the Earth and the Skies, 
 
 And Numbers and Marfhals the Stars. 
 
 4. Yet 
 
( 1*1 ) 
 
 4. Yet ftill he is barren of Good; 
 
 In vain are his Tallents and Ait ; 
 For Sin has infected his Blood, 
 
 And poifon'd the Streams of his Heart j 
 The Cockatrice Eggs he can hatch, 
 
 Or, Spider-like, Cobwebs can Weave j 
 'Tis Madneft to Labour and Watch 
 
 For what will deftroy and deceive. 
 
 5. But Grace, like the Salt in the Cruife, 
 
 When caft in the Spring of the Soul, 
 A wonderful Change will produce, 
 
 Defufin2 new Lite thro 1 the Whole : 
 The Wildernefs blooms like a Rofe, 
 
 The Heart which was vile and abhorr'd, 
 Now fruitfull and beautiful grows, 
 
 The Garden and Joy of the Lord. 
 
 H Y M N GCXG. 
 
 Longing after Chrijl, 
 
 1. r T"*HOU Shepherd of I Gael and mine, 
 
 X The Joy and Defire of my Heart ; 
 For clofer Communion I pine ; 
 
 I long to refide where thou art : 
 The Pafture I languifh 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 1 mew me that happieft Place, 
 
 That Place of thy People's Abode ; 
 Where Saints in an Extacy gaze. 
 
 And hang on a crucify J d God : 
 Thy Love for a Sinner declare ; 
 
 Thy Paflion and Death on the Tree ; 
 My Spirit to Calvary bear, 
 
 To fuffer and triumph with thee. 
 
 Pv 3 3. 'Tis 
 
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 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 Side, 
 
 Eternally held in thine Heart. 
 
 HYMN CCCXI. 
 
 An Evenmg Song. 
 
 [1. '"THOU Sov'reign, let my Ev'ning Song 
 Like holy incenfe rife ; 
 Affift the Off'rings of my Tongue 
 To reach the lofty Skies. 
 
 2. Thro' all the Dangers of the Day 
 
 Thy Hand was ftill my Guard, 
 And ftill to drive my Wants away 
 Thy Mercy flood prepar'd.] 
 
 3. Perpetual Bleffings from above 
 
 Encompafs me around, 
 But O how few Returns of Love 
 Hath my Creator found ! 
 
 4. What have I done for him that dy*d 
 
 To fave my wretched Soul ? 
 How are my Follies multiply'd, 
 Faft as the Minutes roll. 
 
 5. Lord, with this guilty Heart of mine, 
 
 To thy dear Crofs I flee, 
 And to thy Grace my Soul refign, 
 To be renew'd by thee„ 
 
 6. Sprinkled afrefh with pard'ning Blood, 
 
 I lay me down to reft, 
 
 As 
 
As in th* Embraces of my God, 
 Or on my Saviour's Brealt. 
 
 HYMN CCXGII. 
 
 The Lord will provide* 
 
 I. rpHO' Troubles aflail, 
 
 jL And Dangers affright, 
 Tho* Friends mould all fail, 
 
 And Foes all unite ; 
 Yet one Thing fee ares us, 
 
 Whatever betide, 
 The Scripture affures us, 
 
 (< The Lord will provide.'* 
 
 Zt The Birds without Barn 
 
 Or Storehoufe are fed, 
 From them let us learn 
 
 To truft for our Bread : 
 His Saints, what is fitting, 
 
 Shall ne'er be deny'd, 
 So long as 'tis written 
 
 " The Lord will provide," 
 
 3. We may, like the Ships, 
 
 By Tempefts be toft 
 On perilous Deeps, 
 
 But cannot be loft: 
 Tho' Satan enrages 
 
 The Wind and the Tide, 
 The Promife engages, 
 
 et The Lord will provide/' 
 
 4. His Call we obey 
 
 Like Abra'm of old, 
 Not knowing our Way, 
 
 But Faith makes us bold ; 
 For tho' we are Strangers 
 
 We have a good Guide, 
 
 R 4 And 
 
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 And truft in all Dangers, 
 " The Lord will provide." 
 
 5. When Satan appears 
 
 To (top up our Path, 
 And fills us with Fears, 
 
 We triumph by Faith ; 
 He cannot take from us, 
 
 Tho' oft' he has try'd, 
 This Heart cheering Promife, 
 
 " The Lord will provide." 
 
 6. He tells us we're weak, 
 
 Our Hope is in vain, 
 The Good that we feek 
 
 We ne'er fhall obtain ; 
 But when fuch Suggeftions 
 
 Our Spirits have ply'd, 
 This Anfwers all Queftions, 
 
 " The Lord will provide.'* 
 
 7. No Strength of our own, 
 
 Or Goodnefs we claim, 
 Yet fince we have known 
 
 The Saviour's great Name, 
 In this our ftrong Tower 
 
 For fafety we hide, 
 The Lord is our Power, 
 
 " The Lord will provide." 
 
 8. When Life finks apace, 
 
 And Death is in View, 
 This Word of his Grace 
 
 Shall Comfort us thro' ; 
 No Fearing or Doubting 
 
 With Chrift on our Side, 
 We hope to die fhouting, 
 
 " The Lord will Provide /' 
 
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 HYMN CCXCIIL 
 
 jfgur's Wijhy Proverbs, xxx, 7, 8, 9. 
 
 I. n^HUS Agur breath 'd his warm Defire; 
 X " My God, two Favours I require, 
 << In neither my Requeft deny, 
 << Vouchfafe them both before I die, 
 
 l # Far from my Heart and Tents exclude 
 << Thofe Enemies to all that's Good, 
 " Folly, whofe Pleafures end in Death, 
 <e And Falfhoods peftilential Breath : 
 
 g. "Be neither Wealth nor Want my Lot; 
 '<* Below the Dome, above the Cot, 
 « Let me my Life unanxious lead, 
 (< And know not Luxury nor Need." 
 
 4 # Thefe Wifhes, Lord, we make our own, 
 O filed in Moderation down 
 Thy Bounties, 'till this Mortal Breath, 
 Expiring Tunes thy Praife in Death ! 
 
 5. But fhould'ft thou large Pofleflions give, 
 
 May we with Thankfulnefs receive 
 The Good and — Hill our God adore, 
 And blefs the Needy from our Store. 
 
 6. Or fhould we feel the Pains of Want, 
 
 Submiffion, Refignation grant, 
 
 Till, thou malt fend the wifti'd Supply, 
 
 Or call us to the Blifs on high. 
 
 HYMN CGXCIV. 
 
 An Evening Hymn, 
 
 I. ^T^HUS far the Lord has led me on, 
 X Thus far his Pow'r prolongs my Days 1 
 And ev'ry Ev'ning mall make known 
 Some frefh Memorial of his Grace. 
 
 R 5 2. Much 
 
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 2. Much of my Time has run to wafte, 
 
 And [ perhaps am near my Home \ 
 
 But he forgives my Follies pah:, 
 
 He gives me Strength for Days to come. 
 
 3. I lay my Body down to deep ; 
 
 Peace is the Pillow for my Head ; 
 While veil-appointed Angels keep' 
 Their watchful Stations round my Bed. 
 
 4. In vain the Sons of Earth or Hell 
 
 Tell me a thoufand frigluful Things; 
 My God in Safety makes me dwell 
 Beneath the Shadow of his Wings # 
 
 [5. Faith in his Name forbids my Fear: 
 O may thy Prefence ne'er depart ! 
 And in the Morning make me hear 
 The Love and Kindnefi of thy Heart. 
 
 f. Thus when the Night of Death mall come, 
 My Flefh mall reft beneath the Ground, 
 And wait thy Voice to roufe my Tomb. 
 With fweet Salvation in the Sound.j 
 
 HYMN CCXCV. 
 
 Cod dwells with the Humble and Penitent, Ifa. 5 7, 1 5, 1 6. 
 
 1. ^HUS faith the high and lofty One, 
 
 "I fit upon my holy Throne ; 
 "My Name is God, 1 dwell on' High, 
 "Dwell in my own Eternity, 
 
 2. " But I defcend on Worlds below, 
 " On Earth I have a Manfion too ; 
 " The humble Spirit and Contrite 
 
 " Is an Abode of my Deli&ht, 
 
 3» " The humble Soul my Words revive, 
 " I bid the humble Sinner live j 
 
 " Heal 
 
1 T 
 
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 "Heal all the broken Hearts I fold, 
 99 And eafe the Sorrows of the Mind. 
 
 [4, " When I contend againft their Sin, 
 " I make them know how vile they've been \ 
 * But mould my Wrath for ever feioke^ 
 99 Their Souls would fink beneath my Stroke.'' 
 
 5, O may thy pard'ning Grace be nigh, 
 Left we mould faint, deipair and die! 
 Thus mall our better Thoughts approve 
 The Methods of thy chahVning Love. J 
 
 HYMN CCXGVI. 
 
 dfter Baptifr?u 
 
 HUS was the great Redeemer plung'd 
 In Jordan's fwelling Flood : 
 Thus one Day alfo was baptiz'd 
 In Teais, and Sweat, and Blood. 
 
 2. Thus was his facred Body laid 
 
 Beneath the yielding Wave : 
 Thus was his facred Body rais'd 
 Out of the liquid Grave. 
 
 3. The myftick Rite his Death defcrib'd ; 
 
 Kis Burial did forefhew, 
 The Quick'ning isof his facred Flefh ; 
 His Refurrcction too. 
 
 4, Lord, thy own Precept we obey ; 
 
 In thy own Footfteps tread ; 
 We die ; are buried ; rife with thee 
 From Regions of the Dead. 
 
 5, Spirit of Grace, and Truth, and Love, 
 
 Thy Pow'r on us difplay ; 
 Approve our Acts, and feal our Souls 
 To the I'edemption Day. 
 
 HYMN 
 
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 HYMN CCXCVil. 
 
 Defire of Kiiowledge : Or, The Teaching of the Spirit 
 with the JVord. 
 
 1. fT^HY Mercies fill the Earth, O Lord, 
 
 JL Mow good thy Works appear ! 
 Open mine Eyes to read thy Word, 
 And lee thy Wonders there. 
 
 2. My Heart was fafhion'd by thy Hand, 
 
 My Service is thy Due ; 
 O make thy Servant underftand 
 The Duties he muft do. 
 
 3. Since I'm a Stranger here below, 
 
 Let not thy Path be hid ; 
 But mark the Road my Feet fhould go, 
 And be my conftant Guide. 
 
 4. When I confefs'd my wandering Wjjjs, 
 
 Thou heard'ft my Soul complain; 
 Grant me the Teachings of thy Grace, 
 Or I mail ft ray again. 
 
 5. If God to me his Statutes fhew, 
 
 And heav'nly Truths impurt, 
 His Work for ever I'll purfue, 
 His Law fhall rule my Heart. 
 
 6. This was my Ccmfoit Hhen I bore 
 
 Variety of Grief; 
 It made me learn thy Word the more, 
 And fly to that Relief. 
 
 7. In vain the Proud deride me now; 
 
 I'll ne'er forget thy Law, 
 Nor Jet that blefled Gofpel go, 
 Whence all my Hopes I draw. 
 
 3. When I have leam'd my Father's Will, 
 I'll teach the World his Ways ; 
 
 My 
 
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 My thankful Lips, infpir'd with Zeal. 
 Shall loud pronounce his Praife.J 
 
 HYMN CCXCVIil. 
 
 i» ,r THlS a point I long to know, 
 
 X Oft it caufes anxious Thought, 
 Do I love the Lord or no 7 
 Am I His, or am I not ? 
 
 2. If I love, why am I thus ? 
 
 Why this dull and lifelefs Frame I 
 Hardly, fure, can they be worfe, 
 Who have never heard his Name ! 
 
 3. Could my Heart fo hard remain, 
 
 Pray'r a Talk and Burden prove* 
 Ev'ry Trifle gives me Pain, 
 If I knew a Saviour's Love ? 
 
 4. When I turn my Eyes within, 
 
 All is Dark, and Vain and Wild ; 
 Fill'd with Unbelief and Sin, 
 Can I deem myfelf a Child .? 
 
 5. If I pray, or hear, or read, 
 
 Sin is mix'd with all I do ; 
 You that Love the Lord indeed, 
 Tell me, is it thus with you i 
 
 6. Yet I mourn my ftubborn Will, 
 
 Find my Sin a Grief and Thrall ; 
 Should I grieve for what I feel, 
 If I did not love at ally 
 
 7. Could 1 joy his Saints to meet, 
 
 Choofe the Ways I once abhorr'd, 
 Find at Times, the Promife fweet, 
 If I did not love the Lord : 
 
 8. Lord, decide the doubtful Cafe 1 
 
 Thou, who art thy People's Sun ; 
 
 Shine 
 
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 Shine* upon thy Work of Grace, 
 If it be indeed begun. 
 
 9. Let me love thee more and more, 
 If I love at all, I pray ; 
 If I have not lov'd before, 
 Help me to begin to Day. 
 
 HYMN CCXCIX. 
 
 Lord's Day Morning. 
 
 1. TO DAY God bids the Faithful reft, 
 
 To Day he fhow'rs his Grace ; 
 ** Seek ye my Face," the Lord hath faid 
 Lord, we will feek thy Face. 
 
 2. Come, let us leave the Things on Earth, 
 
 With God's Aflembly join ; 
 Lo! Heav'n defcends to welcome Man, 
 To tafte the Things divine ! 
 
 3. We come, dear Saviour, lo! we come, 
 
 Lord of our Life and Soul • 
 We come difeas'd, and faint, and fick, 
 Be pleas'd to make us whole, 
 
 4. We thirft and fly to thee, O Lord, 
 
 Thou Fountain-Head of Good ; 
 Filthy we come, and all Unclean, 
 O cleanfe us in thy Blood, 
 
 5. O may we pleafe our God to Day, 
 
 May that be all our Care ! 
 Give, Lord, thy Grace, left evil Thoughts 
 Should mingle in our Pray'r. 
 
 6. Amid th' Aflembly of thy Saints, 
 
 Let us be faithful found ; 
 
 And 
 
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 And let us join in hnmble Pray'r, 
 And in thy Praife abound. 
 
 y. Let thy good Spirit help our Souls, 
 With Faith thy Word to hear ; 
 Be with us in thy Temple, Lord, 
 And let us find thee near. 
 
 HYMN CCC. 
 
 A Prayer for Perfins joined in Felloivjhip, 
 
 1. '""TRY us, O God, and fearch the Ground 
 
 Of ev'ry finful Heart, 
 Whatever of Sin in us is found 
 O bid it all depart. 
 
 2. When 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 others 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 Stock improve, 
 Increafe our Faith, confirm our Hope, 
 And perfect us in Love. 
 
 5. Up into thee the living Head, 
 
 Let us in all Things grow, 
 Till thou haft made us free indeed, 
 And fpotlefs here below. 
 
 (>. Then when the mighty Work is wrought 
 Receive thy ready Bride, 
 Give us in Heav'n a happy Lot, 
 With all the Sanctify'd. 
 
 HYMN 
 
 
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 HYMN CCCI. 
 
 i. Hp\VO are better far then One 
 JL For Counfel or for Fight ; 
 
 How can One be warm alone ? 
 Or ferve his God aright ? 
 Join we then our Hearts and Hands 
 Each to Love provoke his Friend ; 
 Run the Way of his Commands, 
 And keep it to the End. 
 
 2. Woe to him whofe Spirits droop! 
 
 To him who falls alone ! 
 He has none to lift him up, 
 
 To help his Weaknefs on : 
 Happier we each other keep ; 
 
 We each others Burdens bear, 
 Never need our Footfteps flip, 
 
 Upheld by mutual Pray'r. 
 
 3. Who of Twain has made us One, 
 
 Maintains our Unity : 
 Jefus is the Cornerftone, 
 
 In whom we all agree : 
 Servants of One common Lord, 
 
 Sweetly of One Heart and Mind, 
 Who can break a threefold Cord, 
 
 Or part whom God hath join'd ? 
 
 4. Oh that all with us might prove 
 
 The Fellowfhip of Saints ! 
 Find fupply'd in Jefu's Love 
 
 What ev'ry Member wants ! 
 Grafp our high Callings Prize ! 
 
 Feel our Sins on Earth forgiv'n ! 
 •Rile, in his whole Image rife, 
 
 And meet our Head in Heav'n* 
 
 HYM1 
 
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 HYMN CCCII. 
 
 God our Preferver* 
 
 1. TTPWARD I lift mine Eyes, 
 vJ From God is all my Aid; 
 
 The God that built the Skies, 
 And Earth and Nature made; 
 God is the Tow'r 
 To which I fly; 
 His Grace is nigh 
 In ev'ry Hour. 
 
 2. My Feet mall never Hide, 
 
 And fall in fatal Snares, 
 Since God, my Guard and Guide, 
 Defends me from my Fears, 
 Thofe wakeful Eyes, 
 That never fleep, 
 Shall Ifrael keep, 
 When Dangers rife. 
 
 2. No burning Heats by Day, 
 Nor Blafts of ev'ning Air, 
 Shall take my Health away, 
 If God be with me there ; 
 Thou art my Sun, 
 And thou my Shade 
 To guard my Head, 
 By Night or Noon. 
 
 jj. Haft thou not giv'n thy Word 
 To fave my Soul from Death ? 
 And I can truft my Lord 
 To keep my Mortal Breath ; 
 I'll go and come, 
 Nor fear to die, 
 Till from ou High 
 Thou call me Home, 
 
 S HYMN 
 
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 HYMN CCCIII. 
 
 Death. 
 
 1. T7AIN Man thy fond Purfuits forbear; 
 
 V Repent ; thy End is nigh, 
 Death at the fartheft can't be tar; 
 Oh, think before thou die ! 
 
 2. Reflect thou haft a Soul to fave, 
 
 Thy Sins how high they Mount ! 
 What are thy Hopes beyond thy Graver 
 How ftands that dark Account ! 
 
 3. Death enters, and there's no Defence, 
 
 His Time there*s none can fell, 
 Hell in a Moment call thee hence, 
 To Heaven or to Hell. 
 
 4. Thy Flefh, perhaps thy chiefeft Care, 
 
 Shall craw lino; Worms confume, 
 But ah, Deftrudtion Hops not there ; 
 Sin kills beyond the Tomb! 
 
 5. To Day, the Gofpel calls, to Day; 
 
 Sinners, it fpeaks to you ; 
 Let ev'ry one forfake his Way, 
 And Mercy will enfue. 
 
 6. Rich Mercy, dearly bought with Blood, 
 
 How vile foe'er he be, 
 Abundant Pardon, Peace with God ; 
 All giv'n entirely free. 
 
 HYMN 
 
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 HYMN CCCIV. 
 
 The Church, the Garden ofChriJl. Sol. Song iv, 12, 
 1 3, 15, and v. i. 
 
 1, TT7E are a Garden wall'd around. 
 
 W Chofen and made peculiar Ground j 
 A little Spot, enclos'd by Grace, 
 Out of the World's v/iid Wildernefs, 
 
 2, Like Trees of Myrrh and Spice we Hand, 
 Planted by God the Father's Hand ; 
 
 And all his Springs in Zion flow, 
 To make the young Plantation grow. 
 
 3, Awake, O hec.v'nly Wind, and come, 
 Blow on this Garden of Perfume ; 
 Spirit Divine ! defcend and breathe 
 
 A gracious Gale on Plants beneath. 
 
 4, Make our bed Spices flow abroad 
 To entertain our Saviour God : 
 
 And Faith, and Love, and Joy appear, 
 And ev'ry Grace be active here. 
 
 [5. Let my Beloved come and tafte 
 His pleafant Fruits at his own Feaft ; 
 I come, my Spoufe, I come, he cries, 
 With Love and Pleafure in his Eyes, 
 
 6. Our Lord into his Garden comes, 
 
 Well pleas'd to fmell our poor Perfumes, 
 And calls us to a Feaft Divine, 
 Sweeter than Honey, Milk, or Wine. 
 
 7. Eat of the Tree of Life my Friends, 
 The Bleflings that my Father fends ; 
 Your Tafte fhall all my Dainties prove, 
 And drink abundance of my Love. 
 
 S 2 8. Jefus, 
 
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 $, Jefus, we will frequent thy Board, 
 And fing the Bounties of our Lord : 
 But the rich Food on which we live, 
 Demands more praife than Tongues can gi v e»3 
 
 HYMN CCCV. 
 
 1. \1C7E blefs the Father and the Son, 
 
 VV We blefs the Holy Ghoft likewife ; 
 We praife the facred Three in One, 
 Who made our Souls from Sin to rife. 
 
 2, Thy facred Precepts we receive, 
 
 O Lord we blefs thy holy Name, 
 
 That thou mould ever give us Leave, 
 
 And charge us to obey the fame. 
 
 3» It is an Honour to obey 
 
 Thy great Commands before all Men, 
 So we have trod the wat'ry Way, 
 For in the Water Chrifl: hath been. 
 
 4. This Ordinance O Lord we keep, 
 
 According to thy wife Defign ; 
 Lord may we walk among thy Sheep; 
 We feek no other Fold but thine, 
 
 5. Lord guide us by thy Counfel here, 
 
 Till we this gloomy Vale have paft ; 
 Save us from Sin, fave us from Fear, 
 And bring us to thyfelf at laft. 
 
 HYMN CCCVI. 
 
 Travelling in Birth for Souls, 
 
 I, T1C7HAT Contradictions meet 
 VV In Minifte r s Employ! 
 It it a bitter Sweet, 
 A Sorrow full of Joy : 
 
 J No 
 
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 No other Poft affords a Place 
 For equal Honour, or Difgrace I 
 
 2. Who can defcribe the Pain 
 
 Which faithful Preachers feel 5 
 ConftrainM to fpeak in vain, 
 
 To Hearts, as hard as Steal ? 
 Or who can tell ihe Pleafures felt, 
 When ftubborn Hearts begin to melt ? 
 
 3. The Saviour's dying Love, 
 
 The Soul's amazing Worth, 
 Their utmoft Efforts move, 
 
 And draw their Bowels forth : 
 They pray and ftrive, their Reft departs, 
 Till Chrilt be form'd in Sinners Hearts, 
 
 4. If fbme fmall Hope appear, 
 
 They dill are not content ; 
 But with a jealous Fear, 
 
 They watch for the Event: 
 Too oft they find their Hopes deceiv'd, 
 Then, how their inmoft Souls are griev'd. 
 
 5. But when their Pain fucceed. 
 
 And from the tender Blade 
 The rip'ning Ears proceed, 
 
 Their Toils are overpaid : 
 No harveft Joy can equal theirs, 
 To find the Fruit of all their Cares. 
 
 6. On what has now been fown 
 
 Thy Blefling, Lord beftow ; 
 The Pow'r is thine alone, 
 
 To make it fpring and grow: 
 Do thou the gracious Harveft raife, 
 And thou, alone, fhalt have the Praife. 
 
 S 3 HYMN 
 
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 HYMN CCCVII. 
 
 Christ's Humiliation and Exaltation, 
 
 I# TJJ/^^T equal Honours mall we bring 
 W To thee O Lord our God the Lamb, 
 When all the Notes that Angels fing 
 Are far inferior to thy Name I 
 
 2. Worthy is he that once was flam, 
 
 The Prince of Peace that groan'd and dy'd, 
 Worthy to rife, and live and reign 
 At his almighty Father's Side* 
 
 3. Pow'r and Dominion are his Due, 
 Who flood condemn'd at Pilate's Bar, 
 Wifdom belongs to Jefus too, 
 
 Tho' he was charg'd with Madnefs here. 
 
 4. All Riches are his native Right, 
 Yet he fuflain'd amazing Lois ; 
 To him afcribe eternal Might, 
 
 Who left his Weaknefs on the Crofs : 
 
 5. Honour immortal mud be paid, 
 Inftead of Scandal and of Scorn : 
 While Glory mines around his Head, 
 And a bright Crown without a Thorn, 
 
 6. Bleffings for ever on the Lamb, 
 
 Who bore the < urfe for wretched Men : 
 Let Angels found his facred Name, 
 And ev'ry Creature fay, Amen, 
 
 HYMN CCCVIII. 
 
 The Bu fin el's and Bleffednvfs r.j glorified Saints, 
 Rev. vii. 13, 14, 15, &c. 
 
 • . VX7HAT happy Men, or Angels, thefe 
 VV That all their Robes are fpotlefs white ? 
 
 Wheenc 
 
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 Whence did this glorious Troop arrive 
 At the pare Realms of heav'nly Light ? 
 
 2. From torturing Racks, and burning Fires, 
 And Seas of tiieir own Blood they came : 
 But nobler Blood has wafti'd their Robes, 
 Flowing from Chriit the dying Lamb. 
 
 3. Now they approach th' Almighty's Throne 
 With loud Hof annas Nig-t and Day, 
 Sweet Anthems to the great Three-One, 
 Meafure their blefs'd Eternity. 
 
 4. No more fhall Hunger pain their Souls : 
 He bids their • parching Thirft be gone j 
 And fpreads the Shadow of his Wings, 
 To fcreen them from the fcorching bun, 
 
 5. The Lamb that fills the middle Throne, 
 Shall fhed around his milder Beams ; 
 There mall they feaft on his rich Love, 
 And drink full Joys from living Streams. 
 
 6. Thus fhall their mighty Blifs renew, 
 Through the valt Round of endlefs Years, 
 And the foft Hand of fov 'reign Grace 
 Heals all their Wounds, and wipes their Tears. 
 
 HYMN CCGIX. 
 
 The Triumph of Chrifl over the Enemies of his Churchy 
 Ifa. Lxiii. r, 2, 3, &c«. 
 
 1, X "I THAT mighty Man, or mighty God, 
 
 VV Comes traveling in State 
 Along the Idumean Road, 
 Awv.y from Bozrah's Gate ! 
 
 2. The Glory of his Robes proclaim 
 
 'Tis fome victorious King : 
 " 'Tis I, the Juft th' Almighty One, 
 "That your Salvation bring. 
 
 S 4 3. Why, 
 
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 3. Why, mighty Lord, thy Saints inquire, 
 
 Why thine apparel's red ? 
 And all thy Velture ftain'd like thofe 
 Who in the Wine-prefs tread ? 
 
 4. I by myfelf have trod the Prefs, 
 
 " And crufh'd my Foes alone ; 
 << My Wrath hath ftruck the Rebels dead, 
 " My Fury ftamp'd them down. 
 
 5. < {, Tis Edom's Blood that dyes my Robes 
 
 " With joyful Scarlet Stains, 
 " The Triumph that my Raiment wears, 
 tc Sprung from their bleeding Veins. 
 
 6. f Thus fhall the Nations be deftroy'd, 
 
 *< That dare infult my Saints ; 
 "I have an Arm t'avenge their- Wrongs, 
 w An Ear for their Complaints.' ' 
 
 HYMN CCCX. 
 
 Vows made in Trouble paid in the Church, or public 
 Thanks for private Deliverance, 
 
 1. TIT HAT mail I render to my God, 
 
 V V For all his Kindnefs mown ? 
 My Feet mail vifit thine Abode, 
 My Songs addrefs thy Throne. 
 
 2. Among the Saints that fill thine Houfe 
 
 My Off 'rings mail be paid ; 
 There fhall my Zeal perform the Vows, 
 My Soul in Anguifh made. 
 
 3. How much is Mercy thy Delight, 
 
 Thou ever blefled God ! 
 How dear thy Servants in thy Sight ! 
 How precious is their Blood! 
 
 4* How happy all thy Servants are.' 
 
 How great thy Grace to me ! My 
 
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 My Life, which thou haft made thy Care, 
 Lord, I devote to thee. 
 
 , Now I am thine, for ever thine, 
 
 Nor fhall my Purpofe move ; 
 Thy Hand hath loos'd my Bonds of Pain, 
 
 And bound me with thy Love. 
 Here in thy Courts I leave my Vow, 
 
 And thy rich Grace record; 
 Witnefs, ye Saints, who hear me now, 
 
 If 1 forfake the Lord. 
 
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 HYMN CCCXI. 
 
 What think yc of Chrifl. 
 
 HAT think you of Chrift ? is the Teft 
 To try both your State and your Scheme ; 
 You cannot be right in the Reft, 
 Unlefs you think rightly of him. 
 As Jefus appears in your View, 
 
 As he is beloved or not; 
 So God is difpofed to you 
 
 And Mercy or Wrath are your Let. 
 
 2. Some take him a Creature to be, 
 
 A Man, or an Angel at moft ; 
 Sure thefe have not Feelings like me, 
 
 Nor know themfelves wretched and loft : 
 So Guilty, fo Helplefs, am I, 
 
 1 durll not confide in his Blood, 
 Nor on his Protection rely, 
 
 Unlefs I were fure he is God. 
 
 5. Some ftile him the Pearl of great price, 
 And fay, " He's the Fountain of Joys ;" 
 Yet feed upon Folly and Vice, 
 
 And cleave to the World and its Toys : 
 Like Judas the Saviour they kifs, 
 And while they falute him betray ; 
 
 S 5 Ah! 
 
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 Ah ! what will Proftfiion like this 
 Avail in bis terrible Day ? 
 
 4. If afk'd, what or jefus 1 think ? 
 
 Tho' ftill my belt Thoughts are but poor; 
 I fay, he's my Meat and my blink, 
 
 My Life, and my Strength, and my Store : 
 My Shepherd, my Hufband, my Friend, 
 
 My Saviour from Sin and from Thrall ; 
 My Hope from Beginning to Lnd, 
 
 My Portion, my Lord, and my All. 
 
 HYMN CCCXII. 
 
 Exhortation to Frayer. 
 
 1. "V\7HAT various Hindrances we. meet 
 
 v In coming to a Mercy Seat ! 
 Yet who that knows the Worth of Pray'r, 
 But wifhes to be often there. 
 
 2. Pray'r makes the darK*ned Cloud wihdraw, 
 
 Pray'r climbs the Ladder Jacob faw ; 
 Gives Exercife to Faith and Love, 
 Brings ev'ry Blefling from above, 
 
 3. Reftraining Pray'r we ceafe to fight ; 
 
 Pray'r makes tiie Chriftian's Armour bright; 
 And Satan trembles, when he fees 
 The weakeft Saint upon his Knees. 
 
 4. While Mofes ftood with Arms fpread wide, 
 
 Succefs was found on lfrael's Side ; (<?) 
 But when thro* Wearincfs they fail'd, 
 *. That Moment Amelek prevaiPd. 
 
 5. Have you no Words ? Ah, think again, 
 
 Words flows apace when you complain, 
 And fill y^ur Fellow Creatures Ear 
 With the fad Tale of all your Care. 
 
 6. Were 
 (f) Exod, xtii, 11. 
 
6. Were half the Breath thus vainly fpent, 
 To Heav'n in Supplication fent ! 
 Your cheerful Song would oft'ner be. 
 « Rear what the Lord has done for me/' 
 
 H Y M N CCCXill. 
 
 Gratitude to God, 
 
 1. TTT7HEN all thy Mercies, O my God, 
 
 VV My rifing Soul furveys ; 
 Tranfported with the View I'm loft 
 In Wonder, Love, and Praife. 
 
 2. O how fhall Words with equal Warmth 
 
 The Gratitude declare, 
 Which glows vithin my ravifh'd Heart 1 
 But thou canfl read it there. 
 
 3. Thy Providence my Life fuftain'd, 
 
 And all my Wants redrefs'd 
 When in the filent Womb 1 lay, 
 And hung upon the Bread. 
 
 4. To all my weak Complaints and Cries, 
 
 Thy Mercy lent an Ear, 
 Ere yet my feeble Thoughts had learn'd 
 To form themfelves in Pray'r. 
 
 5. Unnumber'd Comforts on my Soul 
 
 Thy tender Care bellow' d, 
 Before my Infant Heart conceiv'd 
 From whence thofe Comforts fiow'd. 
 
 6. When in the flip'ry Path of Youth 
 
 With heedlefs Steps I ran, 
 Thine Arm unfeen convey 'd me fafe, 
 And led me up to Man» 
 
 Thro' hidden Dangers, Toils and Deaths, 
 It gently clear 'd my W r ay ; 
 
 And 
 
( i*4) 
 
 And thro* the pleating Snares of Vice, 
 More to be fcar'd than they. 
 
 % t When -worn with Sicknefs, oft haft thou 
 With Health renew 'd My Face ; 
 And, when in Sins and Sorrows funk 
 Reviv'd my Soul with Grace. 
 
 9. (Thy bounteous Hand with worldly Blifs 
 
 Hath made my Cup run o'er^, 
 And in a kind and faithful Friend 
 Has doubled all my Store.) 
 
 10. Ten Thoufand Thoufand precious Gifts 
 My daily Thanks employ ; 
 
 Nor is the leaft a ch earful Heart, 
 That taftes thofe Gifts with Joy. 
 
 11. Thro' ev'ry Period of my Life, 
 Thy Goodnefs I'll purfue; 
 
 And after Death in diftant Worlds, 
 The glorious Theme renew. 
 
 12. When Nature fails, and Day and Night 
 
 Divide thy Works no more, 
 My ever grateful Heart, O Lord, 
 Thy Mercy ihall adore. 
 
 13. Thro' all Eternity to thee 
 
 A joyful Song Til raife ; 
 For oh i Eternity alone 
 Can utter all thy Praife. 
 
 HYMN CCCXIV. 
 
 Difficulties, in the Way of Duty , furmounled— Hinder 
 me not. Gen. xxiv. 56. % 
 
 [1. TTI7HEN Abraham's Servant to procure 
 W A Wife for Ifaac went, 
 
 Ife 
 
 % Th'n Hymn ?nay begin at the 6th I erfe. 
 
( its ) 
 
 He met Rebekah— told his Wim, — 
 Her Parents gave Confent. 
 
 j. Yet, for ten Days, they urg'd the Ma» 
 His Journey to delay ; 
 Hinder me not, he quick reply'd, 
 Since God hath crownd my Way. 
 
 3» 'Twas thus I cry', when Chrift the Lord, 
 My Soul to him did wed ; 
 Hinder me not, nor Friends nor Foes, 
 Since God my Way hath fped. 
 
 4. Stay fays the World ond tafte awhile 
 My ev'ry pleafant Sweet ; 
 Hinder me not, my Soul replies ; 
 Becaufe the Way is great. 
 
 5 # Stay Satan my old Mailer cries, 
 Or Force mail thee detain ; 
 Hinder me not, I will be gone, 
 My God has broke thy Chain.] 
 
 6. In all my Lord's appointed Ways, 
 
 My Journey I'll purfue ; 
 Hinder me not, ye much-lov'd Saints, 
 For I muft go with you. 
 
 7. Thro' Floods and Flames, if Jefus lead, 
 
 I'll follow where he goes ; 
 Hinder me not, mall be my Cry, 
 Tho' Earth and Hell oppofe, 
 
 8. Thro* Duty, and thro* Trials too 
 
 I'll go at his Command ; 
 Hinder me not, for I am bound 
 To my Emmanuel's Land, 
 
 9. And when my Saviour calls me Home, 
 
 Still this my Cry fliall be, 
 ?flinder me not, come welcome Death, 
 I'll gladly go with thee. HYMN 
 
1 w 
 
 C i%6 ) 
 HYMN CCCXV. 
 
 On the Death of a young V erf on, 
 
 HEN blooming Youth is fnatch'd away 
 By Death's refiitiefs Hand, 
 Our Hearts the mournful Tribute pay 
 Whieh Pity muit demand. 
 
 2. While Pity prompts the rifing Sigh, 
 
 O may this Truth, impreft 
 With awful Pow'r — I too — muft die — 
 Sink deep in ev'ry Bread. 
 
 3. Let this vain World engage no more; 
 
 Behold the gaping Tomb ! 
 It bids us feize the prefent Hour, 
 To-morrow Death may come. . 
 
 4. The Voice of this alarming Scene, 
 
 May ev'ry Heart obey ; 
 Nor be the heav'nly Warning vain, 
 Which calls to watch and pray. 
 
 5. O let us fly, to Jefus fly, 
 
 Whofe pow'rful Arm can fave ; 
 Then mall our Hopes alcend on high, 
 And triumph o'er the Grave. 
 
 6. Great God, thy Sov'reign Grace impart, 
 
 With cieanfing healing Pow'r ; 
 This only can prepare the Heart 
 For Death's furprifing Hour* 
 
 H Y M N CCCXVI. 
 
 1. "VyTHEN Chrift mall rend from End ta End 
 
 W The Regions of the Air, 
 And fplit the Skies in twain likewife, 
 Then he'll himfelf appear. 
 
 2. Then he'll appear a drawing near 
 
 With Armies broad and longj bi 
 
( 2-87 ) 
 
 In Rank and File, ten thoufand Mile, 
 Then we mall fee the Throng. 
 
 3. Then he will tell the Arch- Angel, 
 
 10 blow the Trumpet loud, 
 That all may hear, both far and near ; 
 Oh ! then you'll fee the Crowd. 
 
 4. Then he will call, both Great and Small, 
 
 The Beggar, Prince, and Drudge ; 
 The High, the Low, the Poor alio, 
 To come before their Judge. 
 
 5. The Sheep Ihall (land at Chrift's right Hand, 
 
 But Goats at his left Side ; 
 All mail appear, from far and near, 
 To have their Caufes try'd, 
 
 i. Then he will fay, depart away, 
 Ye Goats go down to dwell 
 With the Devil and his Angels, 
 In a prepared Hell. 
 
 7. But to the reft, " Come up ye Blefl, 
 (The Saviour he will fay) 
 •'Come dwell above, and reft in Love, 
 '' To one eternal Day, 
 
 S. " When you've been there ten thoufand Year, 
 '' Bright mining like the Sun, 
 ** You've no lefs Days to fing God's Praife 
 " Than when you firft begun. 
 
 9, Thofe Robes you wear, fo bright and fair, 
 " Which dazzle like the Sun, 
 
 " I've kept above, wrapt up in Love ; 
 "Angels ne'er had them on. 
 
 10. '* But know my Bride, had I not dy'd, 
 
 'You inuft have naked gonej 
 
 They're 
 
. 
 
 ( ^n ) 
 
 3i They're made for you, I know they'll do 
 • " For I have try'd them on. 
 
 II* "Now who are they that dare to fay 
 "I've been too kind to thefe ? 
 " A Right I have to damn or fave, 
 "Or do juft what I pleafe." 
 
 12. Jefus I thirft, and go I muft, 
 I long to be above ; 
 I long to fing, and praife my King, 
 Where Oceans flow with Love* 
 
 HYMN CGGXVII. 
 
 Faith fainting. 
 
 1. XII THEN compafs'd with Clouds of Diftrefs, 
 
 VV Juft ready all Hope to refign, 
 I pant for the Light of thy Face, 
 
 And fear it will never be mine : 
 Difhearten'd with waiting fo long, 
 
 I fink at thy Feet with my Load, 
 All-plaintive I pour out my Song, 
 
 And ftretch forth my Hands unto Gob. 
 
 2, Shine, Lord, and my Terror fhall ceafe ; 
 
 The Blood of Atonement apply 3 
 And lead me to Jefus, for Peace, 
 
 The Rock that is higher than I ; 
 Speak, Saviour, for fweet is thy Voice ; 
 
 Thy Prefence is fair to behold j 
 Attend to my Sorrows and Cries, 
 
 My Groanings that cannot be told # 
 
 9. If fometimes I ftrive as I mourn, 
 My Hold of thy Promife to keep, 
 The Rillows more fiercely return, 
 
 And plunge me again in the Deep: 
 While harrafs'd and caft from thy Sight, 
 
 The 
 
( *89 ) 
 
 The Tempter fuggefts with a Roar, 
 " The Lord has forfaken thee quite; 
 <{ Thy God will be gracious no more," 
 
 4. Yet Lord, if thy Love hath defign'd 
 
 No Covenant JBleffing for me, 
 Ah, tell me, how is it I find 
 
 Some Pleafure in waiting for thee I 
 Almighty to refcue thou art ; 
 
 Thy Grace is my only Refource ; 
 If e'er thou art Lord of my Hearty 
 
 Thy Spirit muft take it by Force. 
 
 HYMN CCCXVIil. 
 
 Return of Joy, 
 
 1. TI 7HEN Darkncfs long has veil'd my Mind, 
 
 VV And fmiling Day once more appear 5 s ; 
 Then, my Redeemer, then I find 
 The Folly of my Doubts and Fears. 
 
 2, I chide my unbelieving Heart, 
 And biufti that I fhould ever be 
 Thus prone to act fo bafe a Part, • 
 
 Or harbour one hard Thought of thee I 
 
 5, O ! let me then at length be taught 
 (What I am ft ill fo flow to learn ! ) 
 That God is Love, and changes not, 
 Nor knows the Shadow of a Turn. 
 
 4. Sweet Truth, and eafy to repeat ! 
 But when my Faith is iharply try'd, 
 I find myfelf a Learner yet, 
 Unfldlful, weak, and apt to Aide. 
 
 5, But O my Lord, one look from thee 
 Subdues the difobedient Will ; 
 Drives Doubt and Difcontent away, 
 And thy rebellious Worm is ftill. 
 
 T 6, Thou 
 
( *90 ) 
 
 6, Thou art as ready to forgive, 
 As 1 am ready to repine ; 
 Thou, therefore, all the Praife receive ; 
 Be Shame and Self-abhorrence mine, 
 
 HYMN CCCXIX. 
 
 The fooiifh Virgins, 
 
 I. TT7HEN defending from the Sky 
 
 VV The Bridegroom mall appear ; 
 And the folemn Midnight Cry, 
 
 Shall call Profeflors near ; 
 How the Sound our Hearts will damp ! 
 
 How will Shame oeilp.ead each face! 
 If we only have a Lamp, 
 
 Without the Oil of Grace, 
 
 ±, Fooiifh Virgins then will wake, 
 
 And feek for a Supply ; 
 But in vain the Pains they take 
 
 To borrow or to buy : 
 Then with thofe they now defpife^ 
 
 Earneftly they'll wifh to fhare ; 
 But the Bed among the Wife, 
 
 Will have no Oil to fpare. 
 
 3. Wife are they, and truly bleft, 
 
 W r ho then fin il ready be ! 
 But Defpair will feize the reft, 
 
 And dreadful Mifery : 
 " Once, they'll cry, we fcorn'd to doubt, 
 
 " Tho' in Lies our Truft we put ; 
 
 " Now our Lanrp of Hope is out, 
 
 " The Door of Mercy fliut ." 
 
 4. If they then prefume to plead, 
 
 " lord, open to is now ; 
 "We on Earth have heard and pray'd, 
 
 »' And 
 
1 ( Z9i ) 
 
 " And with thy Saints did bow;"- 
 He will anfwer from his Throne, 
 
 99 Tho' you with my People mix'd, 
 " Yet to me you ne'er were known, 
 
 " Depart, your Doom is hVd." 
 
 $, O that none who worfhip here 
 
 May hear that Word, Depart ! 
 Lord imprefs a Godly Fear 
 
 On each Profeflbr's Heart : 
 Help us, Lord, to fearch the Camp, 
 
 Let us, not ourfelves beguile ; 
 Trufting to a. dying Lamp 
 
 Without a Sfcock of Oil. 
 
 HYMN CCCXX. 
 
 The Joy of a remarkable Converfion ; or Meianchofy 
 removed, 
 
 1. TT7HEN God reveal'd his gracious Name* 
 
 VV And chang^ my mournful State, 
 My Rapture feem'd a pleating Dream, 
 The Grace appcar'd fo great. 
 
 2, The World beheld the glorious Change > 
 
 And did thy Hand confcfs ; 
 My Tongue broke out in unknown Strains. 
 And fung %prifing Grace. 
 
 3 , M Great is the Work," my Neigbours cry'd, 
 
 And own the Pow,r Divine ; 
 M Great is the Work,'* my Heart reply'd 
 " And be the Glory thine." 
 
 4. The Lord can clear the darkeft Skies, 
 
 Can give us Day for Night, 
 Make Drops of facred Sorrow rile 
 To .Rivers of Delight, 
 
 T 2 5. Let 
 
( 2-92" ) 
 
 5- Let thofe that fow in Sadnefs wait 
 Till the fair Harveft come, 
 They fliall confefs their Sheaves are great, 
 And fhout the Bleflings Home. 
 
 6. Tho' Seed lie bury'd long in Dufr ; 
 It fhan't deceive their Hope ! 
 The precious Grain can ne'er be loft ! 
 For Grace infures the Crop. 
 
 HYMN CCCXXI. 
 
 Hannah : Or the Throne of Grace. 
 
 I. TT7HEN Hannah prefs'd with Grief, 
 VV Pour'd forth her Soul in Pray'r ; 
 She quickly found Relief, 
 
 And left her Burthen there :. 
 Like her in ev'ry trying Cafe, 
 Let us approach the Throne of Grace, 
 
 1 ¥ When (he began to pray, 
 
 Her Heart was pain'd and fad ; 
 But ere (lie went away, 
 
 Was comforted and glad : 
 In Trouble, what a refling Place, 
 Have they who know the Throne of Grace. 
 
 3. Tho' Men and Devils rage, 
 
 And threaten to devour ; 
 The Saints from Age to Age, 
 
 Are fafe from all their Pow'r : 
 Frefti Strength they gain to run their Race, 
 By waiting at the Throne of Grace. 
 
 4. Eli her Cafe miflook, 
 
 How was her Spirit mov'd 
 By his unkind Rebuke ? 
 
 But God her Caufe approv'd : 
 We need not fear a Creature's Face, 
 While welcome at the Throne of Grace. 
 
 5. She 
 
( m ) 
 
 5. She was not fuTd with Wine, 
 
 (As Eil rafhly thought) 
 But with a Faith Divine . 
 
 And found the Help me fought : 
 Tho' Men defpife and call us Bafe , 
 
 Still let us ply the Throne of Grace. 
 
 6. Men have not Pow'r or Skill, 
 
 With troubled Souls to bear ; 
 Tho' they exprefs Good- will, 
 
 Poor Comforters they are : 
 But fwelling Sorrows fink apace, 
 
 When we approach the Throne of Grace. 
 
 7. Numbers before have try'd, 
 
 And found the Promife true ; 
 Nor One be yet deny'd, 
 
 Then why mould 1 or you ? 
 Let us by Faith their Footfteps trace, 
 
 And haften to the Throne of Grace. 
 
 8. As Fogs obfeure the Light, 
 
 And taint the morning Air, 
 But foon are put to Flight, 
 
 If the bright Sun appear; 
 Thus Jefus will our Sorrows chafe, 
 
 By mining from the Throne of Grace. 
 
 HYMN CCCXXII. 
 
 The Hopes of Heaven our Support under Trials on Earth* 
 HEN I can read my Title clear 
 
 T -W 
 
 To Manfions in the Skies, 
 I did farewell to ev'ry Fear, 
 And wipe my weeping Eyes. 
 
 2. Should Earth againfl my Soul engage, 
 And hellifh Darts be hurPd, 
 Then I can fmile at Satan's Rage, 
 And face a frowning World. 
 
 T 3 ' 3» Lee 
 
C *94 ) 
 
 3. Let Cares like a wild Deluge come, 
 
 And Storms of Sorrows fall, 
 May I but fafely reach my Home, 
 My God, my Heav'n my all, 
 
 4. There fhall I bathe my weary Soul 
 
 In Seas of heav'n ly Reft, 
 AiuJ not a Wave of Trouble roll 
 Acrofs my peaceful Breaft. 
 
 HYMN CCCXXIII. 
 
 Baptism. 
 
 1. TT7HEN John (tho' a Man) 
 
 W Baptizing began, 
 Believers in Jordan, confefling their Sin. 
 
 2. The Pharisees came, 
 In Abraham's Name, 
 
 For to be baptized, and lay in their Claim. 
 
 3. You Vipers, faid he, 
 Who viarn'd you to flee ? 
 
 Bring forth your Repentance that Fruits wemayfee, 
 
 4. And think not indeed, 
 You're Abraham's Seed, 
 
 And fo for my Baptism a Right have to plead. 
 
 5. By this we may fee, 
 Our Baptifm to be 
 
 For none but Believers a Priviledge free* 
 
 6. From Galilee came, 
 Christ Jesus by Name, 
 
 For to be baptized, and was not auiani'd, 
 
 , 7. John to him did fay, 
 
 Why com 'ft thou to me, 
 When 1 have need to be baptized of thee ? 
 
 8. Ok 
 
( *9? ) 
 
 8. Oh fuffer it fo, 
 
 • f is right we mould mow, 
 All right'ous Ooedience wherever we go. 
 
 9. The Rights were perform'd, 
 And ;esus return'd; 
 
 The Father his Blefimg lent down on his Son. 
 
 10. The Spirit of God, 
 Deicends like a Dove ; 
 
 And lights on the Sav'our in Tokens of Love. 
 
 11. By this we may fee 
 The whole Trinity, 
 
 To honour, our Baptifm do jointly agree. 
 
 12. We'll not be afham'd, 
 Where Jesus is nam'd ; 
 
 He's precious unto us, tho' Sinners blafpheme. 
 
 1 3. We'll follow him down, 
 To th' Water we're bound, 
 
 Oh Sinners, fee what an Example we've found. 
 
 HYMN CCCXX1V. 
 
 Jofeph made known to his Brethren^ 
 
 1. Vf7HEN Jofeph his Brethren beheld, 
 
 VV Afflicted, and trembling with Fear, 
 His Heart with Companion was fill'd, 
 
 From weeping he could not forbear : 
 A while his Behaviour was rough, 
 
 To bring their pall Sin to their Mind ; 
 But when they were humbled enough, 
 
 He hafted to fliew himfelf kind. 
 
 2. How little they thought it was he, 
 
 Whom they had ill treated and fold ! 
 How great their Confufion muft be, 
 As foon as his Name he had told 1 
 
 T 4 "I'm 
 
( * 9 6 ) 
 
 « I'm Jofeph your Brother (he faid) 
 
 " And Hill to my Heart you are dear, 
 
 « You fold me, and thought I was dead, 
 " But God, for your Sakes, fent me here." 
 
 3. Tho' greatly diftreffed before, 
 
 , When charg'd with purloining the Cup, 
 They now were confounded much more, 
 
 Not one of them durft to look up, 
 u Can Jofeph, whom we would have flain, 
 
 " Forgive us the Evil we did ? 
 " And will he our Houfholds maintain ? 
 
 " O this is a Brother indeed !" 
 
 4. Thus dragg'd by my Confcience, I came 
 
 And laden with Guilt, to the Lord ; 
 Surrounded with Terror and Shame, 
 
 Unable to utter a Word. 
 At firft he look'd ftern and fevere, 
 
 What Anguifh then pierced my Heart! 
 Expecting each Moment to hear 
 
 The Sentence, " Thou Curfed depart !" 
 
 5. But oh ! what Surprize when he fpoke, 
 
 While Tendemefs beam'd in his Face 5 
 My Heart then to Pieces was broke, 
 
 O'erwhelm'd and confounded with Grace : 
 « Poor Sinner, I know thee full well, 
 
 « Ey thee I was fold and was flain ; 
 " I dy'd to redeem thee from Hell, 
 
 And raife thee in Glory to reign. 
 
 6. I'm Jefus whom thou haft blafphem'd, 
 
 " And crucify 'd often afre/h; 
 " But let me henceforth be eileem'd 
 
 " Thy Brother, thy Bone, and thy Fleffcf 
 " My Pardon I freely beftow, 
 
 << Thy Wants I will fully fupply ; 
 " I'll guide thee and guard thee below, 
 
 "And foon will remove thee on high » 
 
 7. Go 
 
( 2-97 ) 
 
 7. Go publifh to Sinners around, 
 
 " (That they may be willing to come) 
 " The Mercy which now you have found, 
 
 " And tell them that yet there is Room.'' 
 O Sinners the Meflage obey ! 
 
 No more vain Excufes pretend; 
 But come, without further Delay, 
 
 To Jefus our Brother and Friend. 
 
 HYMN CCCXXV. 
 
 "Lord's Day Evening, 
 
 1. W/HEN, O dear Jefus, when fhall I 
 
 W Behold thee all Serene? 
 Blefl in perpetual Sabbath-Day, 
 Without a Veil between % 
 
 2. Affift me while I wander here, 
 
 Amidft a World of Cares ; 
 faicline my Heart to pray with Love, 
 "t&nd then accept my Pray'rs. 
 
 3. Releafe my Soul from ev'ry Chain, 
 
 No more Hell's Captive led ; 
 And pardon a repenting Child, 
 For whom the Saviour bled* 
 
 4. Spare me, O God, O fpare the Soul 
 
 That gives itfelf to thee ; 
 Take all that I poflefs below, 
 And give thyfelf to me. 
 
 . . t 
 
 5. Thy Spirit, O my Father, give, 
 
 To be my Guide and Friend, 
 To light my Way to ceafelefs Joys, 
 Where Sabbaths never end. 
 
 T 5 HYMN 
 
C *98 ) 
 
 HYMN CCCXXVI. 
 
 1. "1X7HEN our great Sov 'reign from on High, 
 
 Our Lord and Saviour, was aware, 
 That he his chofen Family, 
 
 e'er whom he watch 'd with tender Care, 
 Would be compelled (bon to leave; 
 
 He fill'd with i^ove and Grief in tenfe, 
 To them Lis Farewel Bleiiing gave, 
 
 Before his SufF 'rings did commence* 
 
 2. Feeling beforehand all the Weight 
 
 Of .nofe dire Scenes of Pain and Woe, 
 Which he well knew did him await, 
 
 His Love towards his own to mow, 
 He Water in a Bafon pour'd, 
 
 And warned his Difciples Feet, 
 Their Souls already by his Word, 
 
 Save one, were cieanfed ev'ry whit. 
 
 3. When he this A(fl of Love had done, 
 
 He unto hii Difciples faid : 
 <»To you I've an Lxample mown: 
 
 " Ye call me Mailer. Lord, and Head, 
 " If I as fuch have wam'd your Feet, 
 
 *< To one another do the fame.'' 
 This folemn Aft. to celebrate, 
 
 We're now aflembled in his Name, 
 
 4. Arife then, and with due refpedt, 
 
 With humble Shame and Willingnefs, 
 Do what our Saviour doth direct, 
 
 Endowed with Difciple's Grace ! 
 Since Jefus to releafe from Sin 
 
 Unto his People Power gave, 
 We in his Name are now wafh'd clean, 
 
 And with our Lord a Part may have. 
 
 5. Lord Jefus (Thrift, we pray, be near, 
 
 Forgive us all our Trefpaffes j With 
 
( *99 ) 
 
 With Joy Divine om Spirit cheer, 
 
 Abiolve and giant us pard'ning Grace! 
 
 As our Hiah-piielt lift up thy Hand, 
 That Hand the Nail once pierced through* 
 
 Thy Mercy unto us extend, 
 Rich Herrings upon all bellow. 
 
 6. Infpire our Hearts with mutual Love, 
 O may we truly humble be, 
 Thy faithful Servants ever prove, 
 , Who yield in all Things Joy to thee : 
 In one Obedience to thy Word, 
 
 We now have v.ahYd each others Feet, 
 Thy bleft Example, giacious Lord, 
 To follow, we find always meet. 
 
 jt Sure as thou art the Churches Head, 
 
 Sure as we Duft and Ames are, 
 So fuie we by thy Klocd, once flied, 
 
 Are now, through Grace, abfolv'dand clear j 
 Sure as thy Crcfles Church remains 
 
 To the blind World a Spectacle, 
 So fure in her thy Spirit reigns, 
 
 And thou dolt in thy Temple dwell. 
 
 HYMN CCCXXVII. 
 
 1. TT7HEN riling from the Bed of Death, 
 
 VV O crpreft with Guilt and Fear, 
 I meet my Maker Face to Face, 
 Oh, how lhall I appear ? 
 
 2. If yet while Pardon may be found, 
 
 And Mercy may be fought, 
 My Heart with inward Horror fhrinks, 
 And trembles at the Thought ! 
 
 3. When thou, O Lord, lhall Hand difclos'd 
 
 In Majefty Severe, 
 
 And 
 
( 300 ) 
 
 And fit in Judgment on my Soul j 
 Oh i how fhall I appear! 
 
 4. But thou haft told the troubled Mind, 
 
 That doth her Sins lament, 
 The timely Tribute of her Tears 
 Shall future Woes prevent. 
 
 5. Then hear the Sorrows of my Heart 
 
 Ere yet it be too late ; 
 And hear my Saviour's dying Groans, 
 To give thofe Sorrows Weight. 
 
 6. For never fhall my Soul defpair 
 
 Her Pardon to fecure, 
 Who knows thy only Son has dy'd 
 To feal that pardon Aire. 
 
 HYMN CCCXXVIJI. 
 
 Hezekiah's Song; or, Sicknefs aiid Recovery, Ifa, 
 xxxviii. p, &c. 
 
 *• IJC/^N we ar e rais'd from deep Diflrefs 
 W Our God deferves a Song; 
 We take the Pattern of our Praife 
 From Hezekiah's Tongue 
 
 2. The Gates of the devouring Grave 
 
 Are opcnM wide in vain, 
 If he that holds the Keys of Death 
 Commands them fail again. 
 
 3. Pains of the Flefh are wont t' Abufe 
 
 Our Mind with flavifli Fears ; 
 Our Days are paft, and we fhall lofe 
 The Remnant of our Years. 
 
 4. We chatter with a Swallows Voice, 
 
 Or like a Dove we mourn, 
 With Bittemefs inftead of Joys, 
 
 Afflicted and^ forlorn. 5. Jehovah 
 
( 3 01 ) 
 
 5. Jehovah fpeaks the healing Word, 
 And no Difeafe withftands, 
 Fevers and Plagues obey the Lord, 
 And fly at his Commands. 
 
 6„ If half the Strings of Life mould break, 
 He can our Frame reftore : 
 He carls our Sins behind his Back, 
 And they are found no more, 
 
 HYMN CCCXXIX. 
 
 Strength from Heaven, Ifa. xl. 27, 28, 20, 30. 
 
 1. \T7Hence do our mournful Thoughts arife 
 
 VV And where's our Courage fled f 
 Has reftlefs Sin, and raging Hell, 
 Struck all our Comforts dead ? 
 
 2. Have we forgot th* Almighty Name, 
 
 That form'd the Earth and Sea ? 
 And can an all-creating Arm, 
 Grow weary, or decay ? 
 
 3. Treafures of everlafting Might 
 
 In our Jehovah dwell ; 
 He gives the Conqueft to the Weak, 
 And treads their Foes to Hell. 
 
 4. Mere mortal Pow'r mall fade and die, 
 
 And youthful Vigour ceafe; 
 But we that wait upon the Lord, 
 Shall feel our Strength increafe. 
 
 5. The Saints fhall mount on Eagles Wings, 
 
 And tafte the promis'd Blifs, 
 'Till their unwearied Feet arrive 
 Where perfect Pleafure is. 
 
 HYMN 
 
( 302 ) 
 
 HYMN CCCXXX. 
 
 1. XX7HILE Shepherds watch their Flocks by 
 
 VV Night, 
 
 All feated on the Ground, 
 The Angel of the LORD came down, 
 And Glory mone around, 
 
 2. " Fear not/' faid he (for mighty Dread 
 
 Had feiz'd their troubled Mind ;) 
 ** Glad Tidings of great Joy 1 bring 
 " To you and all Mankind, 
 
 3. *« To you in David's Town, this Day 
 
 " Is born of David's Line, 
 "A SAVIOUR, who is CHRIST the LORD, 
 « And this fhall be the Sign, * 
 
 4. " The heav'nly Babe ye there fhall find 
 
 ** To human view difplay'd, 
 < l All meanly wrapt in fwathing Bands, 
 " And in a Manger laid." 
 
 5. Thus fpake the Seraph ; and forthwith 
 
 Appear'd a mining Throng 
 Of Angels prailing GOD, and thus 
 Addrefs'd their heav'nly Song : 
 
 6. "All Glory be to GOD on High ; 
 
 <f And on the Earth be Peace, 
 " Good Will, henceforth from Heav'n to Man 
 te Begin and never ceafe." 
 
 HYMN CCCXXXI. 
 
 The Humiliation and Exaltation of Christ, Ifa« 
 Liii. I — 5, 10 — 13. 
 
 *-w 
 
 HO has believM thy Word, 
 Or thy Salvation known ? 
 
 Reveal, 
 
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 Reveal thine Arm almighty- Lord; 
 And glorify thy Son, 
 
 2. The Jews efteem'd him here 
 Too mean for their Belief: 
 Sorrows his chief Acquaintance were, 
 And his Companion, Grief. 
 
 $. They turn'd their Eyes away, 
 And treated him with Scorn ; 
 But 'twas their Griefs upon him lay, 
 Their Sorrows he has borne. 
 
 4. 'Twas for the itubborn Jews, 
 
 And Gentiles then unknown, 
 The God of Jultice pleas'd to bruife 
 His befl beloved Son. 
 
 5. (< But I'll prolong his Days, 
 
 u And make his Kingdom ftand ; 
 "My Plenfure (faith the God of Grace) 
 " Shall profper in his Hand. 
 
 ; [6. " His joyful Soul fhall fee 
 ** The Purchafe of his Pain, 
 <( And by his Knowledge juftify 
 " The guilty Sons of Men.] 
 
 £ 7* ** Ten thoufand Captive Slaves 
 <c Releas'd from Death and Sin, 
 " Shall quit their Prtfons and their Graves. 
 " And own his Pow'r Divine,] 
 
 [S. '* Heav'n fliall advance my Son 
 " To Joys that Earth deny'd ; 
 « Who faw the Follies Men had done, 
 •* And bore their Sins, and dy'd."] 
 
 HYMN 
 
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 HYMN CCCXXXII. 
 
 The Strength of Christ's Love, and the SouPs Jea- 
 loufy of her own, Sol. Song viii. 5, 6, 7, I3>M. 
 
 Tr. \Jj"/ HO is this fair ° ne in Diftrefs, 
 
 yf y That travels from the Wildernefs f 
 And prefs'd with Sorrows and with Sins, 
 On her beloved Lord ihe leans ! 
 
 i. This is the Spoufe of Chrift our God, 
 
 Bought with the Treaiiires of his Blood ; 
 And her Requeit, and her Complaint, 
 Is but the Voice of ev'ry Saint.) 
 
 3. " O let my Name engraven ftand, 
 
 " Both on thy Heart, and on thy Hand ;. 
 ?< Seal me upon thine Arm, and wear 
 " That Pledge of Love for ever there. 
 
 4 " Stronger than Death thy Love is known, 
 f * Which Floods of Wrath could never drown; 
 <( And Hell and Earth in vain combine, 
 <( To quench a Fire fo much divine. 
 
 5. " But I am jealous of my Heart, 
 
 " Led: it mould once from thee depart ; 
 " Then let thy Name be well imprefs'd, 
 (< As a fair Signet on my Breaft. 
 
 6. " Till thou haft brought me to thy Home, 
 " Where Fears and Doubts can never come; 
 " Thy Count'nance let me djften fee, 
 
 « And often thou flialt hear from me. 
 
 7. r< Come, my Beloved, hafte away, 
 
 " Cut Ihort the Hours of thy Delay ; 
 " Fly like a youthful Hart or Roe, 
 i( Over the Hills where Spices grow.'' 
 
 HYMN 
 
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 H Y M N CCCXXXIII. 
 
 Char after of a Saint : Or, A Citizen of ' Zion ; Or, 
 'The Qualifications of a Chriftian. 
 
 1. VI7HO fhall inhabit in thy Hill, 
 
 VV O God of Holinefs ? 
 Whom will the Lord admit to dwell 
 So near his Throne of Grace ? 
 
 2. The Man that walks in pious Ways, 
 
 And works with right'ous Hands ; 
 That trufts his Maker's Promifes, 
 And follows his Commands. 
 
 3. He fpeaks the Meaning of his Heart, 
 
 Nor flanders with his Tongue; 
 Will fcarce believe an ill Report, 
 Nor do his Neighbour Wrong. 
 
 4. The wealthy Sinner he contemns, 
 
 Loves all that fear the Lord ; 
 And tho' to his own Hurt he fvvears, 
 Still he performs his Word. 
 
 5. His Hands difdain a golden Bribe, 
 
 And never gripe the Poor ; 
 This Man fhall dwell with God on Earth, 
 And find His Heav'n fecure» 
 
 
 HYMN GGGKXXIV. 
 
 'he Death and Burial of a Saint, 
 
 'H]f do we mourn departing Friends 
 Or make at Death's Alarms ? 
 'Tis but the Voice that Jefus fends 
 To call them to his Arms. 
 
 2 t Are we not tending upward too, 
 As fall as Time can move ? 
 
 U Nor 
 
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 Nor 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 long Perfume. 
 
 4, The Graves of all his Saints he blefi'd, 
 
 And foft'ned ev'ry Bed : 
 Where mould the dying Members reft, 
 But with their dying Head ? 
 
 5, Thence he arofe, afcended High, 
 
 And fliew'd our Feet the Way : 
 Up to the Lord our Flefh mail fly, 
 At the great rifing Day. 
 
 6, Then let the laft loud Trumpet found, 
 
 And bid our Kindred rife ; 
 Awake, ye Nations, under Ground, 
 Ye Saints afcend the Skies. 
 
 HYMN CCCXXXV. 
 
 Departed Sa'nits afleep, Mark v. 30. 1 Thefs. iv. 1 3. 
 
 1. « "\17HY flow thefe Torrents of Diflrefs V 
 
 VV (The gentle Saviour cries) 
 « Why are my fleeping Saints furvey'd 
 " With unbelieving Eyes ! 
 
 2. " Death's feeble Arms {hall never boaft, 
 
 " A Friend of Christ is flain ; 
 «< Nor o'er their meaner Part in Duft 
 « A lafling Pow'r retain. 
 
 2. « I come, on Wings of Love I come, 
 ** The SlumbVers ' to awake ; 
 ** My Voice fhall reach the deepeft Tomb, 
 " And all its Bonds fliall break. 
 
 4. « Touch 'd 
 
 
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 $. « Touch'd by my Hand, in Smiles they rife; 
 << They rife to fleep no more; 
 « But rob'd with Light and crown'd with Joy, 
 " To endlejs Day they foar." 
 
 5. Jefus, our Faith receives thy Word ; 
 And, tho' fond Nature weep, 
 
 Grace learns to hail the pious Dead, 
 And emulate their Sleep. 
 
 6. Our willing Souls thy Summons wait 
 With them to reft and praife ; 
 
 So let thy much-la v'd Prefence cheer 
 Thefe feparating Days. 
 
 HYMN CCCXXXVL 
 
 Christ's CQ?npafion to the Weak and Tempted, 
 
 1. TTt7ITH Joy we meditate the Grace 
 VV Of our High Prieft above ; 
 
 His Heart is made of Tendernefs, 
 His Bowels melt with Love. 
 
 2. Touch'd with a Sympathy within, 
 
 He knows our feeble Frame ; 
 He knows what fore Temptations mean, 
 For he has felt the fame. 
 
 3. But fpotlefs, innocent and pure, 
 
 The great Redeemer itood, 
 While Satan's fiery Darts he bore, 
 And did refift to Blood. 
 
 4. He in the Days of feeble Flefh 
 
 Pour'd out his Cries and Tears, 
 And in his Meafure feels afrefh 
 What ev'ry Member bears. 
 
 [5. He'll never quench the fmoking Flax, 
 But raife it to a Flame ; 
 
 U 2 The 
 
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 The bririfed Reed he never breaks, 
 Nor fcorns the meanelt Name.] 
 
 6. Then let our humble Faith addrefs ; 
 Pis Mercy and his Pow'r, 
 We (hall obtain deli v 'ring Grace 
 In the ciiftrefhng Hour. 
 
 HYMN CCCXXXVII. 
 
 A Practical Improvement of Saptifm, Col, iii, I, 
 
 j t "XTE Children of your God attend ; 
 X Ye Heirs of Glory hear ; 
 For Accents, fo Divine as thefe, 
 Might charm the dulleft Ear. 
 
 to 
 
 2. Baptiz'd into your Saviour's Death, 
 
 Your Souls to Sin muft die ; 
 With Christ your Lord, ye live anew, 
 With Christ afcend on High. 
 
 3. There by his Father's Side he fits, 
 
 Enthron'd divinely fair ; 
 Yet owns himfelf your Brother flill, 
 Ann your Forerunner there. 
 
 4. Rife from tbefe earthly Trifles, rife 
 
 On Wings of Faith and Love ; 
 Above your choiceit Treafure lies, 
 And be your Hearts above. 
 
 5. But Earth and Sin will drag us down, 
 
 When we attempt to fly ; 
 Lord, fend thy ftrong attractive Pow'r 
 To raife and fix us High, 
 
 HYMN 
 
C 309 ) 
 
 HYMN CCCXXXVIII. 
 
 Yet there is Room, Luke xiv. 22. 
 
 I* \7"^ dying Sons of Men, 
 
 X Immerg'd in Sin and Woe, 
 The Gofpels Voice attend, 
 Which Jesus fends to you : 
 Ye Perifhing and Guilty, come, 
 In Jesus' Arms there yet is Room* 
 
 2. No longer now delay, 
 
 Nor vain Excufes name : 
 He bids you come To- Day, 
 Tho' Poor, and Blind, and Lame ; 
 All Things are ready, Sinner come, 
 For ev'ry trembling Soul there's Room* 
 
 3. Believe the heav'nly Word 
 
 His Meflengers proclaim j 
 
 He is a gracious Lord, 
 
 And faithi'ul is his Name : 
 Backfliding Souls, return and come, 
 Call off Defpair, there yet is room. 
 
 4. Compel] 'd by bleeding Love, 
 
 Ye wand 'ring Sheep draw near, 
 Christ calls you from above, 
 His charming Accents hear ! 
 
 Let whofoever will, now come ; 
 
 In Mercy's Breaft there ftill is Room, 
 
 HYMN CCCXXXIX. 
 
 The Goodnefs of God, Nahum 1. 7. 
 
 I. T/"E humble Souls, approach your God 
 X With Songs of (acred Praife, 
 For he is good, immenfely good, 
 And kind are all his ways. 
 
 U 3 2. All 
 
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 2. All Nature owns his guardian Care, 
 In him we live and move ; 
 But nobler Benefits declare 
 The Wonders of his Love. 
 
 g. He gave his Son, his only Son, 
 To ranfom Rebel Worms ; 
 'Tis here he makes his Goodnefs knowa 
 In its diviner Forms. 
 
 4. To this dear Refuge, Lord, we come, 
 
 'Tis here our Hope relies ; 
 A fafe Defence, a peaceful Home, 
 When Storms of Trouble rife. 
 
 5. Thine Eye beholds, with kind Regard, 
 
 The Souls who truft in thee ; 
 Their humble Hope thou wilt reward 
 With Blifs divinely free. 
 
 6. Great God, to thy almighty Love, 
 
 What Honours mall we raife ? 
 Not all the raptur'd Songs above 
 Can render equal P raife. 
 
 HYMN CCCXL. 
 
 Comfort to fuch as feek a ri/en Jesus, Matt. 28. 5,6, 
 
 *♦ "\7"E humble Souls that feek the Lord, 
 X Chafe all your Fears away ; 
 And bow with Fleafure down to fee 
 The Place where Jesus lay. 
 
 2- Thus low the Lord of Life was brought ; 
 Such Wonders Love can do ; 
 Thus cold in Death, that Bofoni lay, 
 Which throb'd and bled for you. 
 5. A Moment give a Loofe to Grief, 
 Let grateful Sorrows rife ; 
 And wafh the bloody Stains away, 
 
 With Torrents from your Eyes. 4. Then 
 
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 4. Then dry your Tears, and tune "your Songs, 
 
 The Saviour lives again ; 
 IsJol all the Gates and Bars of Death 
 The Concfror could detain. 
 
 5. High o'er th' angelic Bands he rears 
 
 His once difhonour'd Head ; 
 .And tho' unnumber'd Years he reigni, 
 Who dwelt among the Dead. 
 
 6. With Joy, like his, fhall ev'ry Saint 
 
 His empty Tomb furvey; 
 Then rife, with his aicending Lord, 
 To Realms of endlefs Day. 
 
 HYMN CCCXLI. 
 
 The fuccefsful Refolve — I wilt go in unto the K'tngy 
 Efler iv, 16. 
 
 1. \7"E humble Sinners, in whofe Breaft, 
 
 X A thoufand Thoughts revolve, 
 Come, with your Guilt and Fear oppreft, 
 And make this laft Refolve. 
 
 2. 'fill go to Jesus, tho' my Sin 
 
 " Hath like a Mountain rofe ; 
 " I know his Courts, I'll enter in, 
 « Whatever may oppofe. 
 
 3. " Proftrate I'll lie before his Throne, 
 
 <£ And there my Guilt confefe, 
 *« I'll tell him I'm a Wretch undone 
 H Without his fov'reign Grace, 
 
 4. << I'll to the gracious King approach, 
 
 " Whofe Scepter Pardon gives, 
 " Perhaps he may command my Touch, 
 " And then the Suppliant lives, 
 
 5. « Perhaps he will admit my Plea, 
 
 " Perhaps will hear my Pray'r ; 
 
 U 4 "But 
 
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 ei But if I perifh I will pray, 
 
 " And perifh only there. 
 6. " I can but perifh if I go, 
 
 '■ I am refolv'd to try : 
 "For if I flay away, i know 
 
 * ( 1 niuft for ever die." 
 
 HYMN CCCXLII. 
 
 Fear not, it is your Father's good Pieafurc to give 
 you thj Ktiig.om, Luke xii. 32. 
 
 1. \f E Httle Flock, whom Jesus feeds, 
 
 i Lifmifs your anxious Carts ; 
 Look to the Shepherd of your Souls, 
 And fmile away your Fears. 
 
 2. Tho' Wolves and Lions prowl -around, 
 
 His Staff is your Defence : 
 'Midft Saiuis and Rocks your Shepherd's Voice 
 Calls Streams and Paflures thence. 
 
 3. Your Father will a Kingdom give, 
 
 And give it with Delight ; 
 His feebleft Child his Love fhall call 
 To triumph in his Sight. 
 
 4. Ten thonfand Praifes, Lord, we brin°- 
 
 For fure Supports like thefe ; 
 And o'er the pious Dead we Sing 
 Thy living Promifes* 
 
 5. For all we Hope, and they enjoy, 
 
 We blefs a Saviour's Name ; 
 Nor fhall that Stroke difturb the Song, 
 Which breaks this mortal Frame. 
 
 HYMN CCGXLIII. 
 
 Co7nfortfor pious Parents, who have been bereaved of 
 their Children, Ifaiah lvi. 4, 5. 
 
 *■ V E mourning Saints, whofe ftreaming Tears 
 •I Flow o'er your Children dead, Say 
 
(3*3) 
 
 Say not in Tranfports of Delpiir, 
 That all your Hopes are fled. 
 
 2. While cleaving to that darling Dull, 
 
 In fond Diftrels ye lie: 
 Rife, and vvirh joy and RevVenee vievr 
 A heav'nly Parent nigh. 
 
 3. Tho' your young Branches torn away, 
 
 Like wither'd rrunks }e It and, 
 
 Witu tairer Verdure fhall \e bloom, 
 
 Touch'd by th' Mlnngiity'b Hand. 
 
 4. " I'll give the Mourner," faith the Lord, 
 
 " In my own Houle a Place, 
 " No Names of Daugiue/s and of Sons 
 " Could yield 16 high a Grace. 
 
 5. f Traniient and vain is ev'ry Hope 
 
 " A riling Race can pive ; 
 " In endlefs Honour ana Delight 
 " My Children alii lhall live." 
 
 6. We welcome, Lord, thofe riling Tears, 
 
 Thro' which thy Face we lee, 
 And blefsthoie YVounJV which thro' our Hearts 
 Prepare a Way for thee. 
 
 HYMN CCCXLIV. 
 
 Praife for Comer 'fion 9 Pfalm ucvi, 16. 
 E Souls that fear the Lord, 
 
 1 Y 
 
 Come, lillen while I tell, 
 How narrowly my Fe<et efcap'd 
 The Snares of Death and Hell. 
 
 2. The flatt'ring Joys of* Senfe 
 Affair d my foolilh Heart, 
 
 U * While 
 
( V4 ) 
 
 While Satan, with malicious Skill, 
 Guided ihe pois'nous Dart. 
 
 3. I fell beneath the Stroke, 
 
 But fell to rife again ; 
 My Anguifh rpus'd me into Life, 
 And Pleaiure fprung from Pain. 
 
 4. Darknefs, and Shame, and Grief 
 
 Cpprefs'd my gloomy Mind ; 
 I look'd around me for Relief, 
 But no Relief could find. 
 
 5. At Length to God I cry'd; 
 
 He heard my plaintive Sigh, 
 He heard, and inftantly he sent 
 Salvation from on High* 
 
 6. My drooping Head he rais'd, 
 
 My bleeding Wounds he heal'd 
 Pardon 'd my Sins, arid with a Smile 
 The gracious Pardon feal'd, 
 
 7. O ! may 1 ne'er forget 
 
 The Mercy of my God; 
 Nor ever want a Tongue to fpread 
 His louden: Praife abroad. 
 
 HYMN CCCXLV. 
 
 Bright and Morning Star, Rev. xxii. 16. 
 
 1. ^TE Worlds of Light, that roll fo near 
 
 J. The Saviour's Throne of mining Blifs, 
 O tell how mean your Glories arc. 
 How faint, and few, compar'd with his. 
 
 2. We fmg the bright and Morning-Star, 
 
 ( Jesus, the Spring of Light and Love : ) 
 See how its Rays, difFus'd from far, 
 Conduct us to the llealms above, 
 
 3. Its 
 
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 5. Its cheering Beams, fpead wide abroad, 
 Point out the puzzled Chriftian's Way ; 
 Still as he goes, he finds the Road 
 Enlighten'd with a conftant Day. 
 
 4. [Thus when the Eaftern Magi brought 
 Their Royal Gifts, a Star appears, 
 Directs them to the Babe they fought, 
 And guides their Steps, and calms their Fears.*] 
 
 5. When fhall we reach the heav'nly Place, 
 Where this bright Star will brighter!, fhine ; 
 Leave, far behind, thefe Scenes of Night, 
 And view a Luiire fo Divine ! 
 
 HYMN CCCXLVI. 
 
 The Sower, Matt. xiii. 4 — 9. 
 
 1. \7"E Sons of Earth prepare the Plough, 
 
 X Break up your fallow Ground ! 
 The Sower is gone forth to fow, 
 And fcatter Bleihngs round. 
 
 2. The Seed that finds a ftony Soil, 
 
 Shoots forth a hafty Blade ; 
 But ill repays the Sower's Toil ; 
 Soon wither'd, fcorch'd, and dead. 
 
 3. The thorny Ground is Aire to baulk 
 
 All Hopes of Harveft there : 
 We find a tall and fickly Stalk, 
 But not the fruitful Ear. 
 
 4. The beaten Path, and High-Way Side 
 
 Receive the Truft in vain ; 
 The watchful Birds the Spoil divide 
 And pick up all the Grain, 
 
 5. But 
 
( 3*0 
 
 5. But where the Lord of Grace and Pow'r 
 
 Has blels'a the happy Held ; 
 How plenteous is ihe Golden Store 
 Xi.e deep- wrought Furrows yield! 
 
 6, Father of ?v!ercies ; we have need 
 
 Of thy preparing Grace ; 
 Let the fame Hand that gives the Seed 
 Provide a fruitful Fiace. 
 
 HYMN CCCXLVII. 
 
 Protection from Death, Guard of Angels, Victory and 
 Deliverance, 
 
 I.VE Sons of Men, a feeble Race, 
 A Fxpos d to ev'ry Snare, 
 Come, make the Lord your Dwelling-Place, 
 And try and truft his Care, 
 
 2, No ill fhall enter where you dwell ; 
 
 Or if the Plague come nigh, 
 And fweep the Wicked down to Hell, 
 'Twill raife his Saints on High. 
 
 3, He'll give his Angt-ls Charge to keep 
 
 Your Feet in all their Ways, 
 To watcli your Pillows while you fleep, 
 And guard your happy Days, 
 
 4, Their Hands fhall bear you, left you fall, 
 
 And dafn againft toe Stones : 
 
 Are they not Servants at his Call ; 
 
 And lent t' attend his Sons I 
 
 5, Adders and Lions ye fhall tread % 
 
 The Tempters Wiles defeat j 
 He that hath broke the Serpent's Head, 
 Puts him beneath your Feet. 
 
 6, << Becaufe on me they fet their Love, 
 
 " Til fave them," faith the Lord" 
 
 « I'll 
 
( ?i7 ) 
 
 >' I'll bear their joyful Souls above 
 " -Above Deftrucuon and the Sword. 
 
 7. *' My Grace mall anfwer when they call; 
 
 " In TroubJe I'll be nigh ; 
 " My Pow'r fliall help them when they fall, 
 " And raife them when they die. 
 
 8. " Thofe that on Earth my Name have known, 
 
 I'll honour them in rleav'n ; 
 >' There my Salvation mall be mown, 
 " And endlefs Life be giv'n." 
 
 HYMN CCCXLVIII. 
 
 Death and the Refurreftion. 
 
 1. "\7"E Sons of Pride that hate the Juft, 
 
 X And trample on the Poor, 
 When Death has brought you down to Duft, 
 Your Pomp fhall rife no more. 
 
 2. The laft great Day fhall change the Scene; 
 
 When will that Hour appear ? 
 When lhall the Juft revive, and reign 
 O'er all thall fcorn'd them here? 
 
 3. God will my naked Soul receive, 
 
 When fep'rate from the Flefh ; 
 And break the Prifon of the Grave, . 
 To raife my Bones afrefli. 
 
 4. Heav'n is my everlafting Rome, 
 
 Th' Inheritance is fure ; 
 Let Men of Pride their Rage refume, 
 But I'll repine no more. 
 
 HYMN CCCXLIX. 
 
 The Midnight Cry, Matt. xxv. 6. 
 
 I* "\T E Virgin Souls, arife, 
 
 1 With all the Dead awake, L T nto 
 
( 3*8 ) 
 
 Unto Salvation wife, 
 
 Oil in your Veflels take : 
 Upftarting at the Midnight-Cry, 
 Behold your heav'nly Budegrooni nigh„ 
 
 2. He comes, he comes, to call 
 
 The Nations to his Bar, 
 
 Arid take to Glory all 
 
 Who meet for Glory are : 
 Make ready for your free Reward, 
 Go forth with Joy to meet your Lord.— 
 
 3» Go meet him in the Sky, 
 
 Your everlafting Friend ; 
 
 Your Head to glorify, 
 
 With all his Saints afcend ; 
 Ye pure in Heart, obtain the Grace 
 To fee 5 without a Veil, his Face. 
 
 4. Ye that have here receiv'd 
 The Unction from above, 
 And in his Spirit liv'd, 
 And thirfted for his Love ; 
 
 Jefus mall claim you for his Bride ; 
 Rejoice with all the Sanctify'd. 
 
 5. Rejoice, in glorious Hope, 
 Of that great Day unknown, 
 When you mall be caught up 
 To Hand before his Throne ; 
 
 Call'd to partake the Marriage- Feaft, 
 And lean on our Emmanuel's Breaft. 
 
 6. The everlafting Doors 
 Shall fbon the Saint receive, 
 Above thofe Angel-Pow'rs 
 Ifl glorious Joy to live ; 
 
 Far from a World of Grief and Sin, 
 With God eternally ihut in. 
 
 7. The* 
 
( 3*9 ) 
 
 7. Then let us wait to hear 
 The Trumpet's welcome So.und ; 
 To fee our Lord appear, 
 May we be watching found ; 
 With that blefs'd Wedding -Robe endu'd, — 
 The Blood and Right 'oufnefs of God* 
 
 HYMN CCCL. 
 
 Providing Bags that wax not old i Luke xii. 33. 
 
 1. "\^ES, there are Joys that cannot die, 
 
 X With God laid up in Store ; 
 Treasure, beyond the changing Sky, 
 Brighter than Golden ore. 
 
 2. The Seeds which Piety and Love 
 
 Have fcatter'd here below, 
 In the fair fertile Fields above, 
 To ample Harvefts grow. 
 
 3. The Mite, my willing Hands, can give. 
 
 At Jesus* Feet I lay ; 
 Grace fhall the humble Gift receive, 
 And Grace at large repay. 
 
 HYMN CCCLI. 
 
 The AttraBion of the Crofs, John xii. 32. 
 
 1. "^ONDER amazing Sight'- 1 fee 
 
 X Th' incarnate Son of God, 
 Expiring on th' accurfed Tree, 
 And vvelt'ring in his Blood. 
 
 2. Behold a purple Torrent run 
 
 Down from his Hand's and Head : 
 The crimfon Tide puts out the Sun ; 
 His Groans awake the Dead. 
 
 3. The 
 
C 3*° ) 
 
 3 # The trembling Earth, the darkened Sky 
 Proclaim the Truth aloud ! 
 And with th' amaz'd Centurion cry, 
 < ( This is the Son of God." 
 
 4. So great, fo vaft a Sacrifice 
 
 May well my Hope revive : 
 If God's own Son thus bleeds and dies, 
 The Sinner fure may live. 
 
 5, O that thefe Cords of Love Divine, 
 
 Might draw me, Lord, to thee ! 
 Thou haft my Heart, it fhall be thine— 
 Thine it fhall ever be ! 
 
 HYMN CCCLII. 
 
 1, ^T ION rejoice, lift np your Voice ; 
 Id Your Saviour will appear ; 
 
 The Lamb, once flain, will come to reign 
 With you, a thoufand Years. 
 
 2, Satan he'll bind, as you will find, 
 
 And Jesus will be King ; 
 The Saints he'll raife, to fmg his Praife, 
 And Death mail lofe his Sting. 
 
 3, He's bleft indeed, that fhall be freed 
 
 From Sin. Hell, and the Grave ; 
 Over that Man Death neNer can 
 The leaft: Dominion have. 
 
 FINIS. 
 
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 APPENDIX. 
 
 HYMN CCCLffl. 
 
 God'/ Love to Ma?ikind, 
 G O D of Good th* unfathom'd Sea, 
 
 Who would not give his Heart to thee ? 
 
 Who would not love thee with his Might ? 
 O Jesu, Lover of mankind, 
 Who would not his whole Soul and Mind, 
 
 With all his Strength to thee unite ? 
 
 2» Thou fhin'ft with everlafting Rays ; 
 Before th' infufFerable Blaze 
 
 Angels with both Wings veil their Eyes ; 
 Yet free as. Air thy Bounty ftreams 
 On all thy Works, thy Mercy's Beams, 
 
 DifFufive as thy Sun's arife. 
 
 3» Aftonifh'd at thy frowning Brow, 
 
 Earth, Hell, and Heav'n's ftrong Pillars bow, 
 
 Terrible Majefty is thine ! 
 Who then can that vail Love exprefs, 
 Which bows thee down to me, who left 
 
 Than nothing am, 'till thou art mine 1 
 
 4. High-thron'd on Heav'n's eternal Hill, 
 In Number, Weight, and Meafure ftill 
 
 Thou fweetly order'ft all that is, 
 And yet thou deigi^ft to come to me, 
 And guide my Steps, that I with thee i 
 
 Inthron'd, may reign in endlefs Blifs. 
 
 5. Fountain of Good all Blefling flows 
 From thee ; no Want thy Fulnels knows, 
 
 What but thyfelf canft thou defire ? 
 Yes ; felf-fufncient as thou art, 
 Thou doft defire my worthlefs Heart ; 
 
 This, only this thou doft require. 
 
 X 6. Primeval 
 
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 6, Primeval Beauty! in thy Sight, 
 The nrft-born faireft Sons of Light, 
 
 See all their brightcit Glories fade ; 
 What then to me thine Eyer. could turn, 
 In Sin coiiceiv'd, of Woman born, 
 
 A Worm, a Leaf, a Blaft, a Shade ! 
 
 J* Hell's Armies tremble at thy Nod, 
 And "trembling own th' almighty God, 
 
 Sov'reign of -Earth, Hell, Ait, and Sky, 
 But who is this that comes from far, 
 Whole Garments roll'd in Blood appear ? 
 'Tis God made Man, for Man to die. 
 
 S. O. God of Good th' unfathont'd Sea, 
 Who would not give his Heart to thee? 
 
 Who would not love thee with his Might ? 
 O jEstr, Lover of mankind, 
 Who would not his whole Soul and Mind, 
 
 With all his Strengtli to thee unite ? 
 
 H Y M N CCCLIV. 
 
 ChrifPs Incarnation^ 
 
 ■ | # fTT^HE Lord is come; the Heav'ns proclaim 
 His Birth- the Nations learn his Name; 
 An unknown Star directs the Road 
 Of eaftern Sages to their God. ? 
 
 » 
 
 2. All ye bright Armies of the Skies, 
 Go, worlhip 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 : 
 
 Bnt Judah fhout, but Zion fmg, 
 
 And Earth confefs her fov'reign King. 
 
 HYMN 
 
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 HYMN CCCLV. 
 
 Praife to God. 
 
 i, T TOW glorious is our heav'nly King, 
 JlA Who reigns above the Sky ? 
 How fhall a Child prefume to ling 
 His dreadful Majefty? 
 
 2. How great his Pow'r is none can tell, 
 Nor think how large his Grace ; 
 Not Men below, nor Saints that dwell 
 On high before his Face. 
 
 5. Not Angels that ftand round the Lord, 
 Can fearch his fecret Will ; 
 But they perform his heav'nly Word, 
 And ling his Praifes ftill, 
 
 4. Then let me join this holy Train, 
 
 And my .fir ft Off' rings bring; 
 Th' eternal God will not difdain 
 To hear an Infant ling. 
 
 5. My Heart refolves, my Tongue obeys, 
 
 And Angels (hall rejoice 
 To hear their mighty Maker's Praife 
 Sung from a feeble Voice. , 
 
 1 T 
 
 HYMN CCCLVI. 
 
 Holy Confidence ; or, Chrijtian Triumph, 
 
 HRO' all the changing Scenes of Life, 
 
 In Trouble and in Joy, 
 The Praifes of my God mall ftill 
 My Heart and Tongue employ. 
 
 Z, Of his Deliv'rance I will boaft, 
 Till all that are diftreft, 
 From my Example Comfort take, 
 And charm their Griefs to refl> 
 
 X 2 3. O ! 
 
( 3*4 ) 
 
 g. O ! magnify the Lord with me : 
 With me exalt his Name, 
 When in Dillrefs to him I call'd, 
 He to my Refcue came. 
 
 4, The Hofts of God encamp around 
 The Dwellings of the Juft ; 
 Deliv'rance he affords to all 
 Who on his Succour truft. 
 
 5» O ! make but Trial of his Love, 
 Experience will decide, 
 How blelt they are, and only they, 
 Who in his Truit confide. 
 
 6. Fear him, ye Saints, and you will the* 
 Have nothing elfe to fear ; 
 Make you his Service your Delight, 
 He'll make your Wants his Care, 
 
 HYMN CCCLVII. 
 
 Thirjllng for Communion ivith God* 
 
 1. "ITVArlLY, my God, without Delay, 
 SLd In Hafle to feek thy Face ; 
 
 My thirfry Spirits faints away 
 Without thy cheering Grace. 
 
 2. So Pilgrims on the fcorching Sand 
 
 Beneath a burning Sky, 
 Long for a cooling Stream at hand, 
 And they mult drink or die. 
 
 3. I've feen thy Glory and thy Pow'r 
 
 Thro' all thy Temples mine ; 
 My God, repeat that heav'nly Hour, 
 That Viiion fo divine. 
 
 4» Not all the Bleflings of a Feaft: 
 Can pleafe my Soul fo well, 
 
 As 
 
( 5*5- ) 
 
 As when thy richer Grace I tafte, 
 And in thy Prefence dwell. 
 
 j. Not Life itfelf with all its Joys, 
 Can my beft Paflions move, 
 Or rife fo high my cheerful Voice, 
 As thy forgiving Love. 
 
 6. Thus till my laft expiring Day 
 I'll blefs my God and King ; 
 Thus will I lift my Hands to pray 
 And tune my Lips to nng, 
 
 HYMN CCCLVIII. 
 
 A general Invitation to praife Cod, 
 
 I. ATE boundlefs Realms of Joy, 
 • X Exalt your Maker's Fame, 
 His Praife your Song employ 
 Above the itarry Frame ; 
 
 Your Voices raife, 
 
 Ye Cherubim 
 
 And Seraphim, 
 
 To Sing his Praife. 
 
 2' Thou Moon, that rul'ft the Night, 
 And Sun, that guid'ft the Day, ' 
 
 Ye glitt'ring Stars of Light, 
 To him your Homage pay. 
 
 His Praife declare, 
 
 Ye Heav'ns above, 
 
 And Clouds that move 
 
 In liquid Air. 
 
 3. Let them adore the Lord, 
 And praife his holy Name, 
 By whofe almighty Word 
 They all from nothing came, 
 
 X 3 And 
 
( 3 x6 ) 
 
 And all (hall lad, 
 From Changes free; 
 His firm Decree 
 Stands ever faft* 
 
 4» United Zeal be fhown, 
 His wond'rous Fame to raife, 
 Whofe glorious Name alone 
 Deferves our endlefs Praife, 
 
 Earth's utmoft Ends 
 
 His Pow'r obey : 
 
 His glorious Sway 
 
 The Sky tranfcends. 
 
 5. His chofen Saints to Grace, 
 He fcts them up on high, 
 And- favour's Ihaels Race, 
 Who Itili to him are nigh*. 
 
 O therefore raife 
 
 Your grateful Voice, 
 
 And Hill rejoice 
 
 The Lord to praife. 
 
 HYMN CCCLIX. 
 
 The •mitnejfing Power. 
 
 1. W/HY mould the Children of a King 
 
 W Go mourning all their Days? 
 Great Comforter defcend, and bring 
 The Tokens of thy Grace ! 
 
 2. Doft thou not dwell in all thy Saints, 
 
 And feal the Heirs of Heav'n ? 
 When wilt thou banifti my Complaints, 
 And mew my Sins forgiv'n ? 
 
 3. Allure my Confcience of her Part 
 
 In the Redeemer's Blood ; 
 
 And 
 
( 3*7 ) 
 
 And bear thy Witnefs with my Heart, 
 That I am born of God. 
 4. Thou art the earned of his Love, 
 The Pledge of Joys to come ; 
 May thy bled Wings, celeftial Dove, 
 Safely convey me Home, 
 
 H Y M N CCCLX. 
 
 God exalted above all Praife. 
 
 1. TpTERNAL Pow'r, whofe high Abode 
 
 V a Becomes the Grandeur of a God ; 
 Infinite Lengths, beyond the Bounds 
 Where Stars revolve their little rounds. 
 
 2. Thee, while the firft Archangel fmgs, 
 He hides his Face behind his Wings: 
 And Ranks of mining Thrones around 
 Fall worihipping, and fpread the Ground, 
 
 3. Lord, what mall Earth and Afhes do? 
 We would adore our Maker too ; 
 From Sin and Duft to thee we cry, 
 The Great, the Holy, and the High ! 
 
 4. Earth from a far has heard thy Fame, 
 
 * And Worms have learnt to lifp thy Name; 
 But, O the Glories of thy Mind, 
 Leave all our foaring Thoughts behind. 
 
 5. God is in Heav'n, and Men below ; 
 
 Be fhort our Tunes ; our Words be few ! 
 A facred Rev'rence checks our Songs, 
 And Fraife fits filent on oar Tongues. 
 
 HYMN CCCLXI. 
 
 Pleading with Cod under Defection -, or, Hope in 
 Darknejs, 
 
 I. TTOW long, O Lord, {hall I complain, 
 JLi. Like one that feeks his God in vain ? 
 
 X 4 Canft 
 
(3*8 ) 
 
 Canft thou thy Face for ever hide? 
 And I ftill pray and be deny'd. 
 
 3. Shall I for ever be forgot, 
 As one whom thou regard eft not ? 
 Still fhall my Soul thine Abfence mourn ? 
 And ftill defpair of thy return ; 
 
 3. How long fhall my poor troubled Breaft 
 Be with thefe anxious Thoughts oppreft 1 
 And Satan, my malicious Foe, 
 
 Rejoice to fee me fink fo low ? 
 
 4, Hear, Lord, and grant me quick Relief 
 Before my Death concludes my Grief; 
 If thou withhold thy heav'nly Light, ' 
 
 I fleep in everlafting Night, 
 
 5. How will the Pow'rs of Darknefs boaft 
 If but one praying Soul be loft t 
 
 But I have trailed in thy Grace, 
 And (hall again behold thy Face. 
 
 6, Whate'er my Foes or Fears fuggeft, 
 Thou art my Hope, my Joy, my Reft, ' 
 My Heart fhall feel thy Love and raife 
 My cheariul Voice to Songs of Praife. 
 
 HYMN CCCLXII. 
 
 Complaints under Temptations of the Devil. • 
 
 *' T_T°W long wilt thou conceal thy Face? 
 A A My God, how long delay ? 
 When fhall I feel thofe' heav'nly Rays 
 That chafe my Fears away ? 
 
 2, How long fhall my poor lab'rino; Soul 
 Wreftle and toil in vain ? 
 Thy Word can all my Foes controul, 
 And eafe my raging Pain, 3, See 
 
( V-9 ) 
 
 3. See how the Prince of Darknete tries 
 
 All his malicious r,rts, 
 He fpreads a Milt around my Eyes, 
 And ihrows his fiery Dans, 
 
 4. Be thou my Sun, and thou my Shield, 
 
 My Soul in lafety keep; 
 Make Halle before mine Eyes are feal'd 
 In Death's eternal Sleep. 
 
 5. How would the Tempter boaft aloud 
 
 If I become his Prey ! 
 Behold the Sons of Hell grow proud 
 At thy fo long Delay. 
 
 6. But they mall fiy at thy Rebuke, 
 
 And Satan hide his Head ; 
 He knows the Terrors of thy Look, 
 And hears thy Voice with Dread. 
 
 7. Thou wilt difplay that fov'reign Grace 
 
 Where all my Hopes have hung; 
 I fhall employ my Lips in Praife, 
 And Vict'ry mall be fung. 
 
 HYMN CCCLXIII. 
 
 Heaven begun on Earth. 
 
 1, />OME, ye that love the Lord, 
 V-/ And let your Joys be known, 
 
 Join in a Song with fweet Accord, 
 While ye furround his Throne. 
 
 2, Let thofe refufe to fing, 
 
 That never knew our God : 
 
 But Servants of the heavnly King, 
 
 May fpeak their Joys abroad. 
 
 3, The God that rules on high, 
 
 That all the Earth furveys, 
 
C 330 ) 
 
 That rides upon the ftormy Skv 
 And calms the roaring Seas, 
 
 4. This awful God is ours, 
 
 Our Father and our Love : 
 Thou fhalt lend down thy heav'nly Pow'rs 
 To carry us above. ' 
 
 5. There we fhall fee thy Face, 
 
 And never, never fin ; 
 There from the Rivers of thy Grace, 
 Drink endlefs Pleafures in. 
 
 6. Yea, and before we rife 
 
 To that immortal State, 
 The Thoughts of fuch amazing Blifs 
 Should conftant Joys create. 
 
 7. The Men of Grace have found 
 
 Glory begun below ; 
 Celeftiai Fruits on earthly Ground 
 From Faith and Hope may grow. 
 
 $. Then let our Songs abound, 
 And ev'ry Tear be dry; 
 We're marching thro' Emmanuel's Ground, 
 To fairer Worlds on high. 
 
 HYMN CCCLXIV. 
 
 I. CWEET is the Mem'ry of thy Grace, 
 O My God my heav'nly King; 
 Let Age to Age thy Righ'toufnefs 
 In Sounds of Glory fmg. 
 
 ?, God reigns on high, but not confines 
 His Goodnefs to the Skies : 
 Thro* the whole Earth his Goodnefs mines, 
 And ev'ry Want fupplies. 
 
 3. With 
 
( 33* ) 
 
 $. With longing Eye the Creatures wait 
 On thee for daily Food ; 
 Thy lib'ral Hand provides them Meat, 
 And fills their Mouths with Good. 
 
 4. How kind are thy Companions Lcrd ! 
 
 How llow thine Anger moves ? 
 But foon he fends his pard'ning Word, 
 To chear the Soul he loves. 
 
 5. Creatures, with all their endlefs Race, 
 
 Thy Pow'r and Praife proclaim ; 
 But we, who tafte thy richer Grace, 
 Delight to blefs thy Name. 
 
 HYMN CCCLXV. 
 
 Of Chriflian Love and Feiiowjhfp. 
 
 1. TJkESS'D be that dear uniting Love, 
 JD Which will not let us part ; 
 
 Our Bodies may far off remove, 
 We ftdl are one in Heart. 
 Chorus. 
 
 2. Oh ! the Lamb, the living Lamb, 
 
 The Lamb or Calvary, 
 The Lamb was flain, but lives again, 
 To intercede for me. 
 
 3. But if our Fellowfhip below, 
 
 With Jefus be fo fweet, 
 What holy Joy mail we poflefs, 
 When 'round his Throne we meet. 
 
 Oh! the Lamb, &c. 
 
 4. With Jefus Chrift together meet, 
 
 Witli, him for ever dwell, 
 
 Till then I fay, let's watch and pray, 
 
 So my dear Friend farewell. 
 
 Oh! the Lamb, &c« 
 
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 TABLE 
 
 To find any HYMN by the firft Line, 
 The Figures direct to the Pa<*e, 
 
 A 
 
 A Form of Words, tho, e'er fo found 
 
 Ah ! lovely Appearance of Death 2 
 
 Alas, my God, that thou mould be 4 
 
 Alas ! and did my Saviour bleed 5 
 
 All you that love the Lord draw near 6 
 
 All ye that pafs by 7 
 
 Am 1 a Soldier of the Croft 8 
 
 And muft this Body die . 9 
 
 And now my Soul, another Year 10 
 
 And why, dear Savour tell me why 10 
 
 Arife, O King of Grace, arife 12 
 
 Arife, my tend'rcft Thoughts arife 12 
 
 Awake, and fing the Song 1 5 
 
 Awake my Soul, and with the Sun 14 
 
 Away dark Thoughts, awake, my Joy 15 
 
 B 
 
 BEfore Jehovah's awful Throne 16 
 
 Behold how Sinners difagree 16 
 
 Benold the Glories of the Lamb 1 7 
 
 Behold the Grace appears 18 
 
 Behold the Love, the gen'rous Love 19 
 
 Behold the fure Foundation Stone 20 
 
 Behold the Wretch whole Lull and Wine 20 
 
 Befide the Gofpel Pool 21 
 
 Bellow, dear Lord upon our Youth 22 
 
 Believers own they are but blind 23 
 
 Blelf'd are the humble Souls that fee 24 
 
 Blefled are they (the Scriptures fay) 25 
 
 Blefl 
 
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 Bleft are the Souls that hear and know 26 
 
 Bleft be my God that I was born 27 
 
 Blefs'd be that dear uniting Love, 331 
 
 Bleft is the Man whofe Bowels move 28 
 
 Bleft is the Man who fhuns the Place 28 
 
 Bleft Morning, whofe dawning Rays 29 
 
 Blow ye the Trumpet, blow 30 
 
 Bright burning Beams of Gofpel Grace 31 
 
 Broad is the Road that leads to Death 32 
 
 Buried in Bapriim with our Lord 32 
 
 By what amazing Ways 33 
 
 By whom was David taught 34 
 
 c 
 
 CAN fuch poor feeble Worms as we 35 
 
 Children of Ifrael fee what Shade 3? 
 
 Children of the heav'nly King 36 
 
 Chrift the Lord is ris'n to Day 37 
 
 Come all ye chofen Saints of God 38 
 
 Come deareft Lord, defcend and dwell 39 
 
 Come defcend, O heav'nly Spirit 40 
 
 Come heav'nly Love, infpire my Song 41 
 
 Come hither ye, that fain would know 42 
 
 Come holy Spirit, heav'nly Dove 42 
 
 Come let me Love ; or is my Mind 43 
 
 Come let us all unite to praife 44 
 
 Come let us join a joyful Tune 45 
 
 Come let us join our chearful Songs 46 
 
 Come fee the Pow'r of Chrift our King 47 
 
 Come thou Fount of ev'ry Blefiing 48 
 
 Come thou long expected Jefus 49 
 
 Come ye Sinners poor and wretched 49 
 
 Come ye that love the Lord, 329 
 
 Conitrain'd by their Lord to embark 51 
 
 D 
 
 Day of Judgment, Day of Wonders 52 
 
 Dear Friends, farewel, ] go to dwell 53 
 
 Dear 
 
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 Dear Refuge of my weary Soul 54 
 
 Dear Lord, how v/ond'rous is thy Love 55 
 
 Death may diflblve my Body now 56 
 
 Death! 'ns a melancholy jLay 57 
 
 Defer terS to the Camp return 58 
 
 Did our Kmn lanttel die for us 58 
 
 Difciples of Chrifl 59 
 
 Difmiis us with thy Bl effing Lord 60 
 
 Does it not Grid and Wonder move 60 
 
 Do we not know that lolemn Word 6l 
 
 E 
 
 ELijah's Example declares 62 
 E'er the Blue Heav'ns were ftretch'd &c 63 
 
 Early, my God, without Delay 324 
 
 Eternal God, thy Pow'r make known 64 
 
 Eternal Majefty on High 6$ 
 
 Eternal Pow'r, whofe high Abode 327 
 
 F 
 
 FAir Salems Daughters afk to know 65 
 
 Father how wide thy Glory mines 67 
 
 Father, I ftretch my Hands to thee 68 
 
 Father of faithful Abrah'm, hear, 68 
 
 Father, of Heav'n we thee adore 69 
 
 Far from thefe narrow Scenes of Night 70 
 
 From all that dwell below the Skies 71 
 
 From Sheba a diftant Report 71 
 
 G 
 
 GEthfemane, thou dolefome Place 72 
 
 Glory, Glory, Glory, Glory 73 
 
 Glory to thee my God this Night 74 
 
 God of my Life, look gently down 74 
 
 God of my Salvation hear 75 
 
 God moves in a myfterious Way 77 
 
 God of the Morning, at whofe Voice 77 
 
 Go preach my Gofpel faith the Lord 78 
 
 Go worlhip at Emmanuel's Feet 79 
 
 Grace 
 
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 Grace ! 'tis a charming Sound 81 
 
 Gracious Lord, incline thine Ear 82 
 
 Great God, I own thy Sentence juil 83 
 
 Grcateft High-Prieft, Saviour Chart 83 
 
 Great was the Day, the Joy was great 84 
 
 Guide me O thou great Jehovah 8f 
 
 H 
 
 HArk from tbe Tombs a doleful Sound 85 
 
 Hail the Day that fees him rife 86 
 
 Hark, the glad Sound ! the Sav'our comes 87 
 Hear what the Voice from Heav'n proclaims 88 
 
 He comes ! he comes ! the Saviour dear 88 
 
 H<? dies J the Friend of Sinners dies ! 80 
 
 Holy Lamb who thee receive 90 
 
 Hofanna to . e royal Son 01 
 
 How beauteous are their Feet 02 
 
 How condefcending, and how kind 93 
 
 How glorious is our heav'nly King, 323 
 
 How honourable is the Place 04 
 How happy is the Chriitian State 95 
 
 How long, O Lord, fhall I complain, 327 
 
 How long fhall Death the Tyrant reign 95 
 
 How long wilt thou conceal thy Face 328 
 How meanly dwells th' immortal Mind 96 
 
 How inall the Young fecure their Hearts 98 
 How fad our .State by Nature is 99 
 
 How mould the Sons of Adams Race 100 
 
 How ftrong thine Arm is mighty God 101 
 
 How fwtxt the Name of Jefus founds 102 
 
 How vain are all Things here below 103 
 
 How wondrous are the Works of God 103 
 
 I 
 
 I am faith Chrifl the Way 10 > 
 
 I afk the Lord, that I might grow 105 
 
 If Paul in Ceafars Court mull ft and ic6 
 
 If glorious Angels do rejoice 107 
 
 I lift 
 
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 I lift my Banner, iaith the Lord 108 
 
 I love the Windows of thy Grace 109 
 
 I'm not afham'd to own my Lord 109 
 
 In all my vail Concerns with thee no 
 
 In thine own Ways O God of Love in 
 
 It is not good, Jehovah faid 112 
 
 I that am drawn out of the Depth 113 
 
 I've found the Pearl of greateft Price 114 
 
 I want an Heart to pray 115 
 
 I would but cannot fing 116 
 
 Jehovah fpeaks let Ifr'el hear 1 1 7 
 
 Jefus Chrift, the Lord's anointed 118 
 
 Jefus, drinks the bitter Cup 120 
 
 Jefus, in thee our Eyes behold 121 
 
 Jefus, Lover of my Soul 122 
 
 Jefus, my All to Heav'n is gone 123 
 
 Jefus, the only Thought of thee . 124 
 
 Jefus, the Man of conftant Grief 125 
 
 Jefu, Redeemer, Saviour. Lord 126 
 
 Jefu, thy Blood and Righteoufnefs 127 
 
 Join all ye glorious Names 128 
 
 Joy is a Fruit that will not grow 131 
 
 Joy to the world; the Lord is come 132 
 
 K 
 
 Kind are the Words that Jefus fpeaks 132 
 Kind Souls, who for the Mifricjs moan 133 
 
 Kind Soul reflect, awhile with nie 134 
 
 Know, ye that are of Adams Race 135 
 
 Kindred in Chrift, for his dear fake 135 
 
 L 
 
 LEt ev'ry Mortal Ear attend 136 
 
 Let me but hear my Saviour fay 137 
 
 Let others boaft how ftrong they be 138 
 
 Let Party Names no more 139 
 
 Let Pharifees of high Efteem 1 39 
 
 Let us, the Sheep by Jefus nam'd 140 
 
 Let 
 
TABLE. 
 
 Let Zion and her Sons rejoice 
 Lo 1 he cometh, countlefs Trumpets 
 Lo, what a glorious Sight appears 
 Lo, what an entertaining Sight 
 Lord Chrift reveal thy holy Face 
 Lord difmifs us with thy Bleliing 
 Lord I am vile conceiv'd in Sin 
 Lord, I am thine, but thou wilt prove 
 Lord, how myfterious are thy Ways 
 Lord, how fecure my Confcience was 
 Lord, I believe a Reft remains 
 Lord, in the Morning thou fhalt hear 
 Lord of the Worlds above 
 Lord, thou haft planted me a Vine* 
 Lord thou wilt hear me when I pray 
 Lord, 'tis an infinite Delight 
 Lord, what a feeble Piece 
 Lord, what a thoughtlefs Wretch was I 
 Lord, we come before thee now 
 Lord, we confefs our num'rous Faults 
 Xord, when I hear thy Children talk 
 Lo ! he comes with Clouds defcending 
 
 M 
 
 MErcy is welcome News indeed 
 Mefliah full of Grace 
 Miftaken Souls that dream of Heav'n 
 Mourning and drooping here I lie 
 My drowfy Pow'rs why fleep ye Co 
 My God accept my early Vows 
 My God I am thine 
 My Lord, how great's the Favour 
 My Soul come meditate the Day 
 My Soul doth magnify the Lord 
 
 N 
 
 NAked, as from the Earth we came 171 
 Nor Eye has feen, nor Ear has heard 1 7<^ 
 Y No, 
 
 VI 
 
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 i 4 r 
 
 1 42 
 
 M3 
 
 144 
 
 144 
 
 14* 
 
 M5 
 
 146 
 
 147 
 
 148 
 
 149 
 
 150 
 
 i>i 
 
 152 
 
 153 
 
 1 S3 
 
 154 
 
 155 
 
 156 
 
 156 
 
 157 
 
 1 53 
 
 i*9 
 
 160 
 
 i6r 
 
 162 
 
 165 
 
 16* 
 
 166 
 
 167 
 
 168 
 
 169 
 
*ii FIRST 
 
 No, I (hall envy them no more 
 Not diff'renf' Food nor different Drefis 
 Now be the God of Ifra'l blefs'd 
 Now begin the heav'nly Theme 
 Now by the Bowels of my God 
 Now gracious Lord, thine Arm reveal 
 Now from the Altar of my Heart 
 Now from the Garden to the Crofs 
 Now let my Faith grow ftrong and rife 
 Now let our Pains be all forgot 
 Now let our mournful Songs record 
 Now Lord, tho' we muft part awhile 
 Now may the Spirit's holy Eire 
 
 o 
 
 OFt have I fat in fecret Sighs 183 
 
 Oh for a Glance of heav'nly Day 184 
 
 Oh, that I had a Bofom Friend , 185 
 
 Once a Woman filent flood 186 
 
 Once more before we part 188 
 
 Once more my Soul, the riling Day 188 
 
 Once more the conftant Sun 189 
 
 Once more we come before our God 189 
 
 On thee O God of Purity 190 
 
 Out of the Depths of long Diftrefs 191 
 
 O come l?t us join 192 
 
 O come thou wounded Lamb of God 193 
 
 O for an Heart to love my God 194 
 
 O for an overcoming Faith 105 
 
 O for a fweet infpiring Ray 19^ 
 
 O for a thoufar.d Tongues to ling 196 
 
 O God of Good th' unfathom'd Sea, 321 
 
 Our God, our F~lp in Ages pair. 197 
 
 O fefus. our Lord 198 
 O Lamb of God, our Saviour • 199 
 
 O Lord, thou know'ft my Soul's Defires 199 
 
 O Lord ! to whom for Help 1 call 200 
 
 O my Lord; what muft I do 2or 
 
 O praife 
 
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 O praife the Lord of Heav'n 202 
 
 O that the Lord would guide my Ways 203 
 
 O that I knew the fecret Place 204 
 
 O tell me no more 205 
 
 O that my Soul were now as fair 206 
 
 O thou whofe tender Mercy hears 207 
 
 O 'tis a lovely Thing to fee 208 
 
 O what a wretched Land is this 209 
 
 O what fliall I do to retrieve 210 
 
 P 
 
 Peace, 'tis the Lord Jehovah's Hand 211 
 
 Plung'd in a Gulf of dark Defpair 212 
 
 Poor Efau repented too late 213 
 Praife to the Lord of boundlefs Might 214 
 
 Pray'r was appointed to convey 21 £ 
 
 Precious Bible what a Treafure 216 
 
 R 
 
 REdeemed Ones the Heirs of God 216 
 
 Rejoice evermore 217 
 
 Rejoice, the Lord is King 218 
 
 Religion is the chief Concern 219 
 
 ' Remember, Lord, our mortal State 220 
 
 Repent ye Sons of Men, repent 22 1 
 
 Rife, my Soul, and ftretch thy Wings 222 
 
 Rife, Zion, fhine, thy Light is come, 223 
 
 Rock of Ages, (helter me 23 5 
 
 s 
 
 SAlvation, oh, the joyful Sound ! 224 
 
 Saviour, I do feel thy Merit 225 
 
 Saviour of Men, we blefs thy Name 226 
 
 Saw ye not the Cloud arife 226 
 
 See, gracious Lord, with pitying Eyes 227 
 
 See how rude Winter's Icy Hand 22S 
 
 See where the great incarnate God 229 
 
 Sinners, the Voice of God regard 230 
 
 Shall I for fear of feeble Man 231 
 
 Y 2 Shall 
 
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 Shall the vile Race of Flefti and Blood 232 
 
 Shail Wifdbm cry aloud 233 
 
 So did the Hebrew Prophet raife 234 
 
 So let our Lips and Lives exprefs 234 
 
 Stand up, my Soul, make off thy Fears 23 c 
 
 Stay, thou inlulted Spirit itay 236 
 
 Still out of the deepeft Abyfs 236 
 
 Strait is the Way, the Door is ftrait 237 
 
 Strange that fo much of Heav'n and Hell 238 
 
 Sweet is the Mem'ry of thy Grace, 330 
 
 Sweet is the Work my God my King 239 
 
 T 
 
 TEach me the Meafure of my Days 
 That awful Day will furely come 
 That Man no Guard nor Weapon needs 
 The Deluge at th' Almighty's Call 
 The Fountain" of Chi ill 
 The God Jehovah reigns 
 The holy Eunuch when baptiz'd 
 Tis finiih'd, the Redeemer faid 
 The Lord is come ; the Heav'ns proclaim 
 The Lord that made both Heav'n and Earth 
 The Lord, the fu/lge, before his Throne 
 The Majcily of Scloirm 
 The jVem'ry of our dying Lord 
 The S : nner that by precious Faith 
 The Souls that would to Jefus prefs 
 The one Thing needful", that good Part 
 The Saints appear to tread the Courts 
 The Sun of Right*oufne(s appears 
 Thee we adore, eternal Name 
 There is a Houfe not made with Hands 
 Theie gloiions Minds how bright they fhine 
 This fpacious Earth is all the Lord's 
 Tho' Jericho pleafantly flood 
 Thou Shepherd of Jfrael, and mine, 
 Thou Sov'reign, let my Ev'ning Song 
 
 Tho' 
 
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 Tho' Troubles afTail 263 
 
 Thus /igur breath'd his warm Defire 265 
 
 Thus far the Lord has led me on 265 
 
 Thus faith the high and lofty One 266 
 
 Thus was the great Redeemer plung'd 267 
 
 Thy Mercies fill the Earth, O Lord 268 
 
 *Tis a Point I long to know 269 
 
 To Day God bids the Faithful reft 270 
 
 Try us, O God, ami fearch the Ground 271 
 
 Two are better far then one 272 
 
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 T TPward I lift mine Eyes 273 
 
 V 
 
 'Ain Man thy fond Purfuits forbear 274 
 
 V' 
 
 w 
 
 WE are a Garden wall'd around 275 
 
 We blefs the Father and the Son 276 
 
 What "Contradictions meet 276 
 
 What equal Honours fhall we bring 27S 
 
 What happy Men, or Angels thefe 278 
 
 What mighty .Man, or mighty God 279 
 
 What fhall 1 render to my God 280 
 
 What think you of Chriit ? is the Teft 18*1 
 
 What various Hindrances we meet 282 
 
 When ail the Mercies, O my God 2$; 
 
 When Abraham's Servant to procure 284 
 
 When blooming Youth is fnatch'd away 286 
 
 "When Chrift fhall rend from End to End 286 
 
 When compafs'd with Clouds of Diftrefs 288 
 
 When Darknefs long has vail'd piy Mind 289 
 
 When defcending from the Sky 200 
 
 When God reveaPd his gracious Name 291 
 
 When Hannah prefs'd with Grief 292 
 
 When I can read my Title clear 292. 
 
 Y 2 When 
 
xi FIRST TABLE. 
 
 When John (tho* a Man) 204 
 
 When Jofeph his Brethren beheld 29? 
 
 When O dear Jefus, when mall I 2C)1 
 
 When our great Sov'reign from on High 298 
 
 When rifing from the Bed of Death 290 
 
 When we are raisM from deep Diftrefs, 300 
 
 Whence do our mournful Thoughts arife 301 
 While Shepherds watch their Flocks by Night 202 
 
 Who has believ'd thy Word 302 
 
 Who is this fair One in Diftrefs 304 
 
 Who fhall inhabit in thy Hill 305 
 
 Why do we mourn, departing Friends 305 
 
 Why flow thefe Torrents of Diftrefs 306 
 
 Why mould the Children of a King 326 
 
 With Joy we meditate the Grace 307 
 
 Y 
 
 YE boundlefs Realms of Joy ' 325 
 
 Ye Children of your God attend 308 
 
 Ye dying Sons of Men 3 0o 
 
 Ye humble Souls approach your God 300 
 
 Ye humble Souls that feek the Lord 310 
 
 Ye humble Sinners, in whofe Breaft 31 1 
 
 Ye little Flock, whom Jefus feeds 3 I2 
 
 Ye mourning Saints whofe ftreaming Tears 315 
 
 Ye Souls that fear the Lord 3x3 
 
 Ye Worlds of Light, that roll fo near 314 
 
 Ye Sons of Earth prepare the Plough 315 
 
 Ye Sons of Men, a feeble Race 316 
 
 Ye Sons of Pride that hate the Juft 317 
 
 Ye Virgin Souls arife a I7 
 
 yes, there are Joys that cannot die 319 
 
 yonder— amazing Sight I fee 310 
 
 z 
 
 Ion rejoice, Jift up your Voice 320 
 
 THE 
 
THESECOND xii 
 
 INDEXorTABLE. 
 
 Suited to particular Subjects or Occasions. 
 
 I . For the Nativity of Chrift. Page 
 
 A Way dark Thoughts, awake, my Joy 15 
 
 Behold the Grace appears 18 
 
 Hark, the glad Sound ! the Savour comes 87 
 
 The Lord is come; the Henv'ns proclaim 322 
 
 While Shepherds watch their blocks 302 
 2. The Life of Chrift, with his Char afters 
 a?id Reprefentations. 
 
 Behold the Love, the gen'rous Love 19 
 
 Behold the fure Foundation Stone 20 
 
 E'er the Blue Heavns were ftretch'd &c. 63 
 
 Go worfhip at Emmanuel's Feet 79 
 
 Hofanna ta the royal Son 91 
 
 How condefcending, and how kind 93 
 
 How fwcet the Name of Jefus founds 102 
 
 I am faith Chrift. the Way 105 
 
 I've found the Pearl of greateft Price 114 
 
 Jefus Chrift, the Lord's anointed 118 
 
 Jefus, in thee our Eyes behold 121 
 
 Jefus, my All to Heav'n is gone 123 
 
 Jefus, the Man of conftant Grief 125 
 
 Jefu, thy Blood and Righteoufnefs 127 
 
 Now be the God of Ifrael blefs'd 173 
 
 Rock of Ages fhelter me 223 
 
 Shall Wifdom cry aloud 23; 
 
 So did the Hebrew Prophet raife 234 
 
 The Fountain of Chrift 244 
 
 The Lord that made both Heav'n &c. 248 
 
 The Majefty of Solomon 250 
 
 What think ye of Chrift 302 
 
 With Joy we meditate the Grace 307 
 
 3. The Pafim of Chrift. 
 
 Alas ! and did ray Saviour bleed r 
 
 Y 4 All 
 
xiii SECOND 
 
 Tage 
 
 All ye that pafs by 7 
 
 And why, dear Sav'our tell me why 10 
 
 Come all ye chofen Saints of God 38 
 
 Gethfemane, thou dolefome Place 72 
 
 Greateft High-Prieft, Saviour Chrift. 85 
 
 He dies J the Friend of Sinners dies ! 80 
 
 Jcfus, drinks the bitter Cup 120 
 
 Now from the Garden to the Crofs 177 
 
 Now let our Pains be all forgot 179 
 
 Now let our mournful Songs record 180 
 
 O Lamb of God, the Saviour 199 
 
 'Tis finifti'd, the Redeemer faid 247 
 
 What equal Honours (ball we bring 278 
 
 Yonder amazing Sight I fee 319 
 
 4. The Refurrecfion of Chrift, 
 
 Bleft Morning, whofe young dawning Rays 29 
 
 Chrift the Lord is ris'n to Day * 37 
 
 The Sun of Righto ufhefs appears 256 
 
 Ye humble Souls that feek the Lord 310 
 
 5. The Afccntion of Chrift. 
 
 Hail the Day that fees him rife 86 
 
 This fpacious .Earth is all the Lords 259 
 
 6. The hitercejfion of Chrift, 
 
 Saviour, I do feel thy Merit 225 
 
 7. The Efufion of the Spirit. 
 
 Great was the Day, the Joy was great 8} 
 
 Go preach my Gofpel faith the Lord 78 
 
 8. On Baptifm. 
 
 Buried in Raptifm with our Lord 3 2 
 
 By what amazing Ways 33 
 
 Do we not know that folemn Word OI 
 
 Father, of Heav'n we thee addrefs 69 
 
 If glorious Angels do rejoice io7 
 
 The holy Eunuch when Baptiz'd 246 
 
 We 
 
INDEX xtr 
 
 Page 
 
 We blefs the Father and the Son 276 
 
 When John ( tho a Man ) 294 
 
 Ye Children of your God attend « 308 
 
 9. For laafhing of Feet , and the Lord's Supper, 
 
 When our great Sov 'reign from on High 29S 
 
 Come let us join a joyful Tune 45 
 
 The Mem'ry of our dying Lord 251 
 
 10. Holy Fortitude, 
 
 Am I a Soldier of the Crofs 8 
 
 By whom was David taught 34 
 
 I'm not afham'd to own my Lord 109 
 
 Let me but hear my Saviour fay A°>1 
 
 No, I mail envy them no more 1 72 
 
 Shall I for fear of feeble Man 231 
 
 Stand up my Soul make off thy Fears 235 
 
 When Abrahm's Servant to procure 2S4 
 
 Ye humble Sinners in whofe Bread 311 
 
 11. Morning Hjvins. 
 
 Awake my Soul, and with the Sun 14 
 
 ICarly my God without Delay 324 
 
 God of the Morning, at whofe Voice 77 
 
 Lord in the Morning thou malt hear 150 
 
 My God accept my early Vows 165 
 
 Once more my Soul the riling Day 188 
 
 Sweet is the Work my God my King 2 ^9 
 
 To Day God bids the Faithful reft 270 
 
 Ye Worlds of Light that roll fo near 314 
 
 12. Evening Hymns, 
 
 Glory to thee my God this Night 74 
 
 Lord thou wilt hear me when I pray 153 
 
 Now from the Altar of my Heart 1 76 
 
 Thou Sov'reign let my Ev'ning Song 262 
 
 Thus far the Lord has led me on 265 
 
 When O dear Jefus, wheii mall I 297 
 
 Y? 13. Fir 
 
*▼ SECOND 
 
 13* For New-Year's Day. 
 
 And now my Soul, another Year 
 Now gracious Lord thine Arm reveal 
 Once mo e the conftant Sun 
 
 praife the Lord of Heav'n 
 
 14. Fraife to the Re dewier. 
 Come heav'nly Love, infpire my Song 
 Come let us join our chearful Songs 
 Did our Emmanuel die for us 
 How glorious is our heav'nly King, 
 
 1 that am drawn out of the Depth 
 Join all ye glorious Names 
 Let us, the Sheep by Jefus nam'd 
 O come let us join 
 
 Jefus our Lord 
 Plung d in a Gulf of dark Defpair 
 Salvation, oh the joyful Sound 
 Saviour of Men, we" blefs thy Name 
 What mail I render to my God i .. 
 Ye boundlefs Realms of Joy 
 
 15. The My fiery of the Crofs. 
 
 Children of Ifrael fee what Shade 39 
 
 Gorf moves in a myfterious Way 77 
 
 Now let my Faith grow ftrong and rife 1 78 
 
 The Souls that would to Jefus Prefs 253 
 16. On the Fall of Man, or Depravity 
 of Human Nature. 
 
 Arife, my tend'rdl Thoughts arife l2 
 
 All you that love the Lord draw near 6 
 
 How fad our State by Nature is o9 
 
 1 would but cannot fmg T j6 
 Miftaken Souls that dream of Heav'n 161 
 My Lord how great's the Favour x g7 
 O for a Glance of heav'nly Day 184 
 Tho' Jericho pleafantly flood 2 6 
 
 17 Longing 
 
INDEX. xvi 
 
 17, Longing after Chrift. Page 
 
 Alas, my God, that thou mould be 4 
 
 Can fuch poor feeble Worms as we 35: 
 
 Come let me Love ; or is my Mind 43 
 
 Eternal Pow'r, whofe high Abode 327 
 
 Holy Lamb, who thee receive 90 
 
 How long, O Lord, (hall 1 complain, 327 
 
 I love the Windows of thy Grace 109 
 
 Jefus, Lover of my Soul 122 
 
 Jefus, the only Thought of thee 124 
 
 Lord of the Worlds above 1 51 
 
 Mourning and drooping here I lie 162 
 
 Oh that I had a Bofom Friend 185 
 
 The one Thing needful that good Part 354 
 
 Thou Shepherd of lfra'l and mine 261 
 
 Why mould the Children of a King 316 
 
 18. Supplicatory Hymns, 
 
 Arife, O King of Grace, arife 12 
 
 Beftow, dear Lord upon our Youth 22 
 
 Bright burning Beams of Gofpel Grace 31 
 
 Come deareft Lord, defcend and dwell 30 
 
 Come defcend, O heav'nly Spirit 40 
 
 Come ye that love the Lord, 329 
 
 Come holy Spirit, heav'nly Dove 42 
 
 Come thou Fount of ev'ry Blefling 48 
 
 Eternal God, thy Pow'r make known 64 
 
 Father, I ftretch my Hands to thee 68 
 
 Guide me O thou great Jehovah 85^ 
 
 How long wilt thou conceal thy Face 328 
 
 In thine own Ways O God of Love in 
 
 I want an Heart to pray 115 
 
 Jefu, Redeemer, Saviour, Lord 126 
 
 Lord how Myfterious are thy Ways 147 
 
 Lord we come before thee now 156 
 
 Now may the Spirit's holy Fire 182 
 
 O come, thou wounded Lamb of God 193 
 
 O for 
 
xvii SECOND 
 
 Page 
 
 O for an Heart to love my God J94 
 
 O for an overcoming Fuiih 105 
 
 O for a i\veet in/piring Ray 105 
 
 O Lord thou know 'ft my Soul's Defires 199 
 
 O that the Lord would guide my Ways 203 
 
 See how rude Winter's ley Hand 228 
 
 Thus Agur breath'd his warm Defire 265 
 
 Try us O God and fearch the Ground 271 
 
 Upward I lift mine Eyes 273 
 
 What various Hindrances we meet 282 
 
 When Hannah presf d with Grief 092 
 
 19. Chrffllan Cojifolation. 
 
 Bleft is the Man who fhuns the Place 28 
 
 Death may diflblve my Body now 56 
 
 Far from thefe narrow Scenes of Night 70 
 
 How happy is the Chriltian State . 05 
 
 Kind Souls, who for the Mifries moan 133 
 
 Lord, 1 ani thine, but thou wilt prove j 46 
 
 Lord, 'tis an infinite Delight 1 5 q 
 
 Mercy is welcome News indeed 159 
 
 Nor Eye has feen, nor Ear has heard 1 7 r 
 
 We are a Garden wall'd around 275 
 
 What happy Men, or -Angels, thefe 278 
 
 20. Converfioii. 
 
 Behold the Wretch whofe Luft and Wine 20 
 
 Believers own they are but blind 23 
 
 BlelT'd are the humble Souls that fee 24 
 
 Lord, how fecure my Confcience was 148 
 
 The Sinner that by precious Faith 252 
 
 When God reveaPd his gracious Name C91 
 
 When, Jofeph his Brethren beheld 295 
 
 Who is this fair One in Diftrefs 304 
 
 Who ftiall inhabit in thy Hill 305 
 
 Ye Souls that fear the Lord 313 
 
 2i. The 
 
INDEX. xviii 
 
 21. The Wonders of Redeeming Love, Page 
 
 Blefs'd be that dear uniting Love, 351 
 Dear Lord, how wond'rous is thy Love 55 
 
 How wondrous are the Works of God 103 
 
 Now begin the heav'nly Theme 1 74 
 
 O God of Good th' unfathom'd Sea 321 
 
 22. The Blejfcdnefs of the Gofpel- 
 
 Bleft are the Souls that hear and know 26 
 
 Bleft be my God that I was born 27 
 
 Blow ye the Trumpet, blow 30 
 
 From Sheba a diftant Report 71 
 
 Grace ! 'tis a charming Sound Si 
 
 Kow beauteous are their Feet 92 
 
 How honourable is the Place 94 
 
 Joy is a Fruit that will not grow 1 31 
 
 Let ev'ry Mortal Ear attend 136 
 
 Lord, thou haft planted me a Vine I $2 
 
 Religion is the chief Concern 219 
 
 Repent ye Sons of Men, repent 226 
 
 Saw ye not the Cloud arife 226 
 
 Thy Mercies fill the Earth, O Lord 263 
 
 23. The Pilgrimage of Saints. 
 
 Broad is the Road that leads to Death 32 
 
 Children of the heav'nly King 36 
 
 O ! what a wretched Land is this 209 
 
 Redeemed Ones the Heirs of God 2 16 
 
 Strait is the Way, the Door is ft rait 237 
 
 24. On the Kingdom of Chrift. 
 
 A Form of Words, tho, e'er fo found I 
 
 Before Jehovah's awful Throne 16 
 
 Behold the Glories of the Lamb 17 
 
 Lo, what a glorious Sight appears 143 
 
 Rejoice evermore <2i7 
 
 Rejoice, the Lord is King 218 
 
 The Lord Jehovah reigns 246 
 The glorious Minds how bright they ihine 258 
 
 When defcending from the Sky 29® 
 
 25. Invita- 
 
xix SECOND 
 
 25. Invitation to Pralfe and Repentance, Page 
 
 Awake, and fmg the Song 1 2 
 
 Come let us all unite to praife 44 
 
 Come fee the Pow'r of Chrift our King 47 
 
 Come ye Sinners poor and wretched 49 
 
 Deferters to the Camp return 58 
 
 Difciples of Chrift 59 
 
 From all that dwell below the Skies 71 
 
 I aik the Lord, that I might grow 10 £ 
 
 Know, ye that are of Adams Race 135 
 
 Now by the Bowels of my God 175 
 
 Rife, my Soul, and ftretch thy Wings 222 
 
 Rife, Zion, fhine, thy Light is come 223 
 
 Sinners, the Voice of God regard 230 
 
 So let our Lips and Lives exprefs 234 
 
 Ye dying Sons of Men 309 
 
 Ye humble Souls approach your God 309 
 
 Ye little Flock ; whom Jefus feeds 312 
 
 Ye fbns of Earth prepare the Plough 315 
 
 Ye Virgin Souls arife 317 
 
 26. Faith and Obedience. 
 
 Conftrain'd by their Lord to embark 51 
 
 Elijah's Example declares 62 
 
 How meanly dwells th' immortal Mind 96 
 
 if Paul in Ceafars Court mult (land 106 
 
 Kind are the Words that Jefus fpeaks 132 
 
 Lord I believe a Reft remains 149 
 
 My God I am thine 166 
 
 When compafs'd with Clouds of Diftrefs 288 
 
 When Darknefs long has vail'd my Mind 289 
 
 When I can read my Title clear 293 
 
 Yes, there are Joys that cannot die 318 
 
 27* Judgment Hymns, 
 
 Day of Judgment, Day of Wonders 52 
 
 He comes ! he comes ! the Saviour dear 88 
 
 LoJ 
 
INDEX, xx 
 
 Page 
 
 Lo ! he cometh, countlefs Trumpets 142 
 
 Lo ! he comes with Clouds defcending 158 
 
 See where the great incarnate God 229 
 
 That awful Day will furely come 241 
 
 The Lord, the Judge, before his Throne 2 JO 
 
 When Chrift fhall rend from End to End 286 
 
 28. The Frailty of oar Life ¥ 
 
 How vain are all Things here below 103 
 
 Kind Souls reflect, awhile with me 134 
 
 Let others boaft how ftrong they be 138 
 
 Lord, what a feeble Piece 1 54 
 
 Oft have I fat in fecret Sighs 1 83 
 
 Our God, our Help in Ages pair, 197 
 
 Remember, Lord, our mortal State 220 
 
 Shall the vile Race of Flefti and Blood 232 
 
 Teach me the Meafure of my Days 240 
 
 Thee we adore, eternal Name 256 
 
 Ye Sons of Men, a feeble Race 316 
 
 29. Funeral Hymns,, 
 
 Ah ! lovely Appearance of Death 2 
 
 Hark from the Tombs a doleful Sound 85 
 Hear what the Voice from Heav'n proclaims 88 
 
 When blooming Youth is fnatch'd away 286 
 
 Why do we mourn departing Friends 305 
 
 Why flow thefe Torrents of Diflrefs 306 
 Ye mourning Saints, whofe ftreaming Tears 313 
 
 30. On Death and the Refurreftion, 
 
 And muft this Body die 9 
 
 Blefled are they (the Scriptures fay) 25" 
 
 Death! 'tis a melancholy Day 57 
 
 Great God, I own thy Sentence juft 83 
 
 How long mall Death the Tyrant reign 95 
 
 My Soul come meditate the Day 168 
 
 Naked, as from the Earth we came 171 
 
 . There 
 
xxi SECOND 
 
 Page 
 
 There is a Houfe not made with Hands 25 7 
 
 Vain Man thy fond Purfuits forbear 274 
 
 Ye Sons of Pride that hate the Jufl 317 
 
 31. Before Sermon jft. lifter Sermon 2d. 
 
 jft,) Does it not Grief and Wonder move 60 
 
 The Saints appear to tread the Courts 255 
 
 2d.) Difmiis as with thy Bkffing Lord 60 
 
 Lord difmifs us with thy Bleffing 145: 
 
 Once more before we part 188 
 
 32* The Being and Perfection of God* 
 
 Eternal Majefty on High 65 
 
 Fair Salems Daughters afk to know 65 
 
 Father how wide thy Glory fhines 67 
 
 How mould the Sons of Adams Race 100 
 
 How ftrong thine Ami is mighty God 10 1 
 
 Jehovah (peaks let Hr'el hear . it 7 
 
 In all my vafl Concerns with thee no 
 
 Praife to the Lord of boundlefs Might 214 
 
 When all thy Mercies, O my X*od 283 
 
 Whence do our mournful Thoughts arife 301 
 
 33 • ® n the holy Scriptures. 
 
 How mall the Young fecure their Hearts 98 
 
 It is not good, Jehovah faid 112 
 
 Precious Bible what a trealure 216 
 
 34. On Charity andUncharitablenefs. 
 
 Behold how Sinners difaoree 
 
 Bleft is the Man whofe Bowels move 
 
 Let Pharifees of hi«h Efteem 
 
 N ot different Food nor DifPrent Drefs 
 
 Once a Woman iilent flood 
 
 35* For the Hope of Ifrael. 
 
 Come thou long expecfled Jefus 49 
 
 Father of faithful Abrah'm, hear, 68 
 
 1 lift 
 
 V 
 
INDEX. xxii 
 
 Page 
 
 I lift my Banner, iaith the Lord ic8 
 
 Joy to the world, the Lord is come 132 
 
 Let Zion and her Sons rejoice 1 41 
 
 JVlefliah full of Grace 160 
 
 What inignty Man, or mighty God 279 
 
 Zion rejoice, lift up your Voice 320 
 
 36. Penitential Hymns \ 
 
 Befide the Gofpel Pool 21 
 
 God of my Life, look gently down 74 
 
 God of my Salvation hear 75 
 
 Gracious Lord, incline thine Ear 82 
 
 Lord i am vile conceiv d in Sin 145 
 
 O Lord ! to whom for Help 1 call 200 
 
 O my Lord, what mull I do 201 
 
 O that I knew the fecret Place 204 
 
 O that my Soul were now as fair 206 
 
 O thou whofe tender Mercy hears 207 
 
 O what (hall 1 do to retrieve 210 
 
 Poor Efau repented too late 213 
 
 See, gracious i^ord, with pitying Eyes 227 
 
 Still out of the deepeft Abyls 236 
 
 'Tis 1 Point I long to know 269 
 
 When rifing from the Bed of Death 299 
 When we are rais'd from deep Diflrefs, 3c 
 
 37. Brotherly Love, W* 
 Dear Friends, farewel, 1 go to dwell 
 Kindred in Chrilt, for his dear fake 
 Let Party Names no more 
 
 Lo, what an entertaining Sight 
 Now Lord, tho' we mult part awh ; 
 O 'tis a lovely Thing to fee 
 Two are better far then one 
 
 38 . Spiritual Poverty, 
 Lord, when I hear thy 
 My drowfy Pow'rs wlr 
 
 2 
 
xxiii SECOND INDEX. 
 
 On thee O God of Purity 
 Out of the Depths of long Diftrefs 
 Stay, thou lnfulted Spirit ftay 
 Strange that fo much of Heav'n and HelJ 
 What Contradictions meet 
 
 30. Re p. gnat l on to Providence. 
 
 Dear Refuge of my weary Soul 
 
 O tell me no more 
 
 Peace, 'tis the Lord Jehovah's Hand 
 
 That Man no Guard nor Weapon needs 
 
 Tho' Troubles aflkil 
 
 40. To the Triiit'\ 
 
 Glory, Glory, Glory, Glory 
 
 Lord Chritt reveal thv holy Face 
 
 My Soul doth magnify the Lord 
 
 Page 
 
 1 9 
 191 
 
 236 
 238 
 
 276 
 
A TA B L E of the Scriptures, that are 
 turned into Verje t 
 
 Chap. Vers Page Chap, Vers Page 
 
 Gen. 24- 56. 2"4 Prov. 8. 1, 22, 32. 233 
 
 25. 3 1 - 2:3 30 7, 8, 9. 256 
 
 .45. 1, 15. 295 Ifaiali26. 1 — 6. 94 
 
 I Sam. 1. 10. 92 26 8 — 20. 108 
 
 1 Kings 10. 1. 71 3^.9* 300 
 
 I7« I* 62 40. 27—30. 301 
 
 2 Kings 19 23* 260 45. 22— 2 |. 117 
 
 Efther 14. 16. 311 53- i--5--io, 302 
 
 Job 4 17, 21. 232 56. 7- 233 
 
 9 I* 9- ICO 55 4-5. 315 
 
 19 25 27. S3 57 15 -16. 266 
 
 23. 1, 9. 204 6;. 1, 2 , 3. 279 
 Pfalm 1. 28 63 4, 7. 108 
 
 15. 305 Nahnm 1 7. 309 
 
 v 19. 77 Zeca. 4. io„ 248 
 
 24. 259 13- 1. 244 
 39. 240 Matt. 3 294 
 41. 28 5- i--9, 24 
 46. 10. 2H 7 13. 32 
 
 51. *4S 13- 17- 92 
 
 66. 16. 313 14 22. 51 
 
 73. 15, 17. 155 if- S--9. 3 1 * 
 
 84. I*E 21. 9. 9I 
 
 89. 47, 49. 220 25. 6. 317 
 
 90. 197 28. 5, 6. 310 
 
 91. 316 28. 19, 20 78 
 100. 16 Luke i. 30. 18 
 102. 141 1. 46. 169 
 117. 7i 1. 68. 173 
 121. 273 2. 6, 4. 302 
 126. 29c 6. 20. 157 
 130. 191 7 18, 50. 186 
 133. 144 10. 21. 125 
 
 139. IIQ 
 
 145. 33© Chap. 
 
XXV 
 
 A Table of the Scriptures, ire. 
 
 Chap* Vers 1 
 
 >age 
 
 Chap. Vers 
 
 
 12. 32. 
 
 3 X 2 
 
 12 9. 
 
 
 14. 22. 
 
 39* 
 
 12. 7> 9, io. 
 
 
 15. II. 
 
 20 
 
 r Thef 4. 13, 
 
 
 18. JO, 
 
 16 
 
 5- 17. 
 
 
 23- 39- 43- 
 
 47 
 
 iTim. 1. 12. 
 
 John 
 
 1. 1--3. 
 
 63 
 
 4. 6, 7. 
 
 
 5. i- 
 
 22 
 
 Titus 3. 3, 7. 
 
 
 12 32. 
 
 319 
 
 Heb. 7. 
 
 
 13. 1. 
 
 298 
 
 9. 
 
 
 14. 6. 
 
 102 
 
 James. 1. 29. 
 
 
 19. 30. 
 
 247 
 
 1 Pet, 2. 6. 
 
 Acfls 
 
 2. 1. 
 
 8 4 
 
 3. 20, 21. 
 
 
 8. 39. 
 
 246 
 
 Rev. 5> 6, 12, 
 
 Rom. 
 
 7. 8, 9--14. 
 
 148 
 
 7. 13- 
 
 I Cor 
 
 r. 30. 
 
 23 
 
 7. 14- 
 
 
 2. 9, 10. 
 
 171 
 
 14. 13. 
 
 
 13. 2, 7, 12, 
 
 139 
 
 15. ?« 
 
 
 15' 55. 
 
 <95 
 
 21. 1. 
 
 z Cor. 
 
 4. 6. 
 
 214 
 
 21. 5. 8. 
 
 
 5. 1. 
 
 257 
 
 22. 16. 
 
 THE END. 
 
( I ) 
 
 SELECT SPIRITUAL 
 
 S ON G S. 
 
 H Y M N I. 
 
 The Spiritual Coronation. Cant. 3. - - . v* 1 1*..' 
 Angels. 
 
 1. All Hail the Power of Jefu's Name ! 
 jlJL Let Angels proftrate fall : 
 
 Bring forth the Royal diadem, 
 And crown him Lord of all. 
 Martyrs. 
 
 2. Crown him, ye Martyrs cf our God, 
 
 Who from his Altar call ; 
 tExtol the Son of Jefle's Rod, 
 And crown him Lord of all. 
 Converted Jeivs t 
 
 3. Ye chofen Seed of lfrael's Race 
 
 A Remnant weak and fmall ; 
 Hail Him who faves you by his Grace, 
 fc And crown Him Lord of all. 
 Believing Gentiles, 
 
 4. Ye Gentile Sinners nev'r forget 
 
 The Wormwood and the Grail ; 
 Go — (pread your Trophies at his Feet, 
 And crown him Lord of all. 
 Of every Age, 
 
 5. Babes, Men and Sires ; who know his Love 
 
 Who feel your Sin and Thrall. 
 Now joy with all the Hofts above, 
 And crown Him Lord of all. 
 Of every Nation, 
 
 6. Let every Kindred every Tribe 
 
 Upon this earthly Ball, 
 To Him all Majelty afcribe, 
 And crown Him Lord of all. 
 
 7. O that with yonder facred Throng 
 
 We at his Feet may fall ; 
 
 A We'll 
 
(2 ) 
 
 We'll join the everlafting Song, 
 And crown Him Lord of All. 
 
 H Y M N II. 
 
 Entrance into Paradife ; or prefent with the Lord. 
 
 I. A ND is this Heaven, and am I there i 
 ./JlHow fhort the Road, how fweet the Flight 
 I am all Life, all Eye, all Ear ; 
 Jcfus is here, my Souls Delight. 
 
 2« Is this the heavenly Friend who hung 
 In Blood and Anguifh on the Tree, 
 Whom Paul proclaim 'd, whom David fung, 
 Who died for them, who died for me. 
 
 3, How fair, thou OfRpring of my GOD ! 
 Thou Firft born Image of his Face ; 
 Thy Death procur'd this blefk Abode, 
 Thy Vital Beams adorn this Place. 
 
 4. Lo he prefents me at his Throne 
 All fpotlefs ; there the Godhead reigns 
 Subliriie and peaceful through the Son : 
 Awake, my Voice, in Heav'nly Strains. 
 
 HYMN III. 
 
 1. A ND let this feeble Body fail, 
 -tJL And let it faint or die, 
 
 My Soul (hall quit the mournful Vale, 
 And foar to Worlds on high I 
 
 Shall join the difembody'd Saints, 
 And find its long fought Relt, 
 
 That only Blifs for which it pants 
 In the Redeemer's Bread. 
 
 2. In Hope of that immortal Crown, 
 
 I now the Crofs fuftain, 
 And gladly wander up and down, 
 
 And 
 
(3) 
 
 And fmile at Toil and Pain. 
 I fuffer on my threefcore Years 
 
 Till my Deliv'rer come, 
 And wipe away his Servant's Tea«, 
 
 And take his Exile home. 
 
 3 O what hath Jefus bought for me ! 
 
 Before my ravifh'd Eyes 
 Riveis of Life divine I fee, 
 
 And Trees of Paradife ! 
 I fee a World of Spirits bright, 
 
 Who talte the Pleafures there ! 
 They all are rob'd in fpotlefs white, 
 
 And conqu'ring Palms they bear. 
 
 4 O what are all my Sufferings here, 
 
 If Lord, thou count me meet 
 With that enraptur'd Hoft t'appear, 
 
 And worfliip at thy Feet S 
 Give Joy or Grief, give Eafe Or Pain, 
 
 Take Life or Friends away : 
 But let me find them all again 
 
 In that eternal Day. 
 
 H Y M N IV. 
 
 1. A WAKE my Zeal, awake my Love, 
 jfjLAnd ferve my Saviour here below, 
 In Works which "all the Saints above, 
 Which holy Angels cannot do. 
 
 2. My Faith and Hope may fee the Lord, 
 Tho Vails of Darknefs lie between ; 
 Hope fhall reft firm upon his Word, 
 And Faith rejoice in Things unfeen„ 
 
 3. Awake my x Charity, and feed 
 
 The hungry Soul and clothe the Poor ; 
 In Heav'n are found no Sons of Need. 
 There all thefe Duties arc no more. 
 
 A a jf Sub« 
 
C4) 
 
 4. Subdue thy Pailiona, O my Soul 
 Maintain the Fight, the Work purfue, 
 Daily thy rifing Sins controul, 
 
 And 'be thy Vkft'ries ever new. 
 
 5. The Land of Triumph lies on high. 
 There are no Fields of Battle there, 
 Lord I would conquer till I die, 
 And finiih all the glorious War. 
 
 6. Let every flying hour confefs 
 
 I gain thy Gofpel frefh renown : 
 
 And when my Life and Labours ceafe, 
 
 May I poflefs the promis'd Crown. 
 
 H Y M N V\ 
 
 1. "OURST ye Em'rald Gates and bring 
 j3 To my raptur'd Vifion. 
 
 All th' extatic Joys, that fpring 
 
 Round the bright Elifian ; 
 Lo we lift our longing Eyes, 
 
 Break ye intervening fkies ; 
 Sons of Pvighteoufnefs arife. 
 
 Op'n the Gates of Paradife j. 
 
 2, Floods of everlafting Light, 
 
 Freely flam before him ; 
 Myriads, with fupreme Delight, 
 
 Inftantly adore Him j 
 Angel Trumps refound his Fame, 
 
 Lutes of ]ucid Gold proclaim, 
 All the Mufic of his Name ; 
 
 Heaven echoing the Theme, 
 
 ;. Four and twenty Elders rife, 
 From their princely Station ; 
 Shout his glorious Victories, 
 
 Sing the great Salvation j Ca£t 
 
(5) 
 
 Caft their Crowns before his Throne, 
 
 Cry in reverential Tone, 
 Glory be to God alone, 
 
 Holy ! Holy I Holy One. 
 
 4 Hark— the thrilling Symphonies, 
 Seem, me thinks, to feize us — 
 Join we too the Holy Lays— 
 
 Tefus— Jefus -Jefus ! 
 Sweeteft Sound in Seraph s Song, 
 
 Sweeteft Note on mortal's Tongue, 
 Sweeteft Carol ever fung— 
 Jefus— Jefus now along. 
 
 H Y M N VI. 
 
 T T-VlSMISS us from thy Houfe of Pray'r, 
 D With Blefhngs, fuch as Mortals need: 
 And make our Souls thy coirftant Care, 
 Till we from Evil fhall be freed. 
 
 2 And if we never meet again 
 
 .Till we our Lord appearing lee, 
 O may we all with Jefus reign, 
 And always with our Saviour be. 
 
 HYMN VII. 
 
 Frofpetf of the ftliiienium. 
 i T7VVTHER, is not thy promife pledg'd 
 * F To thine exalted Son, 
 
 That through the Nations of the Earth 
 Thy Word of Life mail run ? 
 
 2 « Alk, and 1 give the Heathen Lands 
 << For thine Inheritance, 
 « And to the Earth's remoteft Bounds 
 « Thine Empire (hall advance. " 
 
 A3 3- Halt 
 
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 3. Haft thou net faid the blinded Jews 
 
 Shall their Redeemer own ; 
 While Gentiles to his Standard croud, 
 And bow before his Throne ? 
 
 4. [When fhall the untutor'd Indian Tribes, 
 
 That dark bewilder'd Race, 
 Sit down at your Immanuels Feet, 
 
 And learn and feel his Grace ? ] 
 
 5. Are not all Kingdoms, Tribes and Tongues 
 Under the expanfe of Heaven, 
 To the dominion of thy Son, 
 
 Without exemption giv'n ? 
 
 6. From Eaft to Weft, from North to South, 
 
 Then be his Name ador'd ? 
 Europe with all thy Millions, fhouT 
 Hofanna's to the Lord? 
 
 7. Afia and Africa refound, 
 
 From Shore to Shore his Fame ; 
 And thou America in Songs, 
 Redeeming Love proclaim ? 
 
 HYMN YUI 
 
 The Exa?nple of Chrift a?id the Saints, 
 IVE me the Wings of Faith to rife 
 
 G 
 
 Within the Veil, and fee 
 The Saints above, how great their Joys ; 
 How bright their Glories be I 
 
 2. Once they were mourning here below, 
 
 And wet their Couch with Tears, 
 
 They wreftled hard, as we do now, 
 
 With Sin, and Doubts, and Fears. 
 
 3, I afk them, whence their VicVry came ? 
 
 They, with united Breath, 
 Afcribe their Conqueif. to the Lamb ; 
 Their Triumph, to his Death. 4. 
 
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 4. They mark'd the Footfteps that he trod, 
 
 His (Zeal infpir'd their Breaft : ) 
 And, following their incarnate God, 
 Poflefs'd the promifs'd Reft. 
 
 5. Our glorious Leader claims our Praife 
 
 For his own Pattern giv'n, 
 
 While the long- Cloud of Witnefles 
 
 Show the fame Path to Heav'n. 
 
 HYMN IX. 
 
 1. TN bound left Mercy, gracious Lord, appear, 
 J. Darknefs difpel, the humbleMourner cheer ; 
 
 Vain Thoughts remove, melt down this flinty 
 
 Heart ; 
 Caule ev'ry Soul to choofe the better Part, 
 
 2. Thy prefence fills the univerfal Space ; 
 Thy Grace appears to all the fallen Race ; 
 O vifit us with Light and Life divine, 
 Fill ev'ry Soul, for ev'ry Soul is thine. 
 
 2. The blefled Jefus is my Lord, my Love ; 
 He is my King from him 1 would not move ; 
 Away then all ye Objedts that divert, 
 Nor feek to draw from my dear Lord my Heart. 
 
 4. That uncreated Beauty which hath gain'd 
 My ravifh'd Heart, hath all your Glory ftain'd ; 
 His Lovelintfs my Soul hath prepoflefs'd 
 And left no Room for any other Gueft. 
 
 H Y M N X. 
 
 Fol/oivhig the Example of Chrift. 
 
 1, TT is a very pleafant Thing 
 1 To follow Chrift our Lord ; 
 And thus obey our heav'nly King, 
 
 According to his Word, A 4 2 
 
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 2» Down to the Water fide we go ; 
 By Chrift's Example led ; 
 Into the fame we come alfo, 
 As did our glorious Head. 
 
 3. Saviour, we blefs thy wond'rous Name, 
 
 For thy Example bright ; 
 We love to imnvitate the fame, 
 As thou doft us invite. 
 
 4. We are baptiz'd as Jefus was, 
 
 His eafy Yoke we bear : 
 And we are thus baptiz'd, becaufe 
 That we his Subjects are. 
 
 5. Lord may we to., thy Glory live, 
 Teach us thy heav'nly Ways ; 
 
 To us thy Holy Spirit give, 
 And we thy Name will praife. 
 
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 6. And we thy facred Name profefs, 
 
 May we our Moments fpend 
 In Ways of Truth and Righ:eoufnefs, 
 Until our Lives mail end 
 
 HYMN XI. 
 
 The Reftoration. 
 
 1. TESUS mail reign where'er the Sun 
 
 Doth his fuccefsive Journey run ; 
 His Kingdom ftretch from Shore to Shore, 
 Till Moons mall wax, and wane no more. 
 
 2. Behold the Iflands and her Kings, 
 And Europe her bed Tribute brings : 
 
 From North to South the Princes meet, 
 To pay their Homage at his Feet. 
 
 3. There Perfia glorious to behold, 
 There India mines in Eaftern Gold, 
 
 And 
 
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 And Barbarous Nations, at his Word, 
 Submit and bow, and own the Lord. 
 
 4. For Him (hall Endlefs Pray'r be made, 
 And Princes throng to crown his Head ; 
 
 His Name, like fweet Perfume, mall rife 
 With every Morning Sacrifice, 
 
 5. People and Realms of every Tongue 
 Dwell on his Love with fwecteit Song ; 
 
 And Infant Voices fhall proclaim 
 The early Bleflings on Ids Name. 
 
 6. Bleflings abound where'er he reigns 
 The Prif'ner leaps to lofe his Chains 
 
 The Weary find Eternal Reil ; 
 
 And all the Sons of Want are bleft. 
 
 7. Where he difplays his healing Pow'r, 
 Death and the Curfe are known no more, 
 
 In Him the Tribes of Adam boaft 
 More Bleflings than their Father loft. 
 
 8. Let every Creature rife and brino- 
 Peculiar Honours to our King ; 
 
 Angels defcend with Songs again, 
 And Earth repeat a loud Amen, 
 
 HYMN XII. 
 
 Life the Day of Grace and Hope. Eccl. 9, v. 5. 6. 4. 
 
 1. T IFE is the Time to ferve the Lord, 
 1 j The Time t'infure the great Reward ; 
 And while the Lamp holds out to burn, 
 The vilefl Sinner may return. 
 
 [2. Life is the Hour that God has giv'n 
 To Tcape from Hell and fly to Heav'n ; 
 The Day of Grace, and Mortals ma}'' 
 Secure the Bleflings of the Day.] 
 
 A 5 3. The 
 
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 3. The Living know that they muft die, 
 But all the Dead forgotten lie ; 
 
 Their Meni'ry and their Scnfe is gone, 
 Alike unknowing and unknown. 
 
 f4 # Their Hatred and their Love is loft, 
 Their Envy buried in the Dull ; 
 
 They have no Share in all that's done 
 Beneath the Circuit of the Sun.] 
 
 5. Then what my Thoughts delign to do, 
 My Hands with all your Might purfue, 
 
 Since no Device, nor Work is found, 
 
 Nor Faith, nor Hope, beneath the Ground. 
 
 6 . There are no Acts of Pardon paft 
 
 In the cold Grave to which we hafte ; 
 But Darknefs, Death, and long Defpair, 
 Reign in eternal Silence there, 
 
 HYMN XIII. 
 
 The Grace of God, f over eign^univerfal and free, 
 
 1. Tk/TAGNIFICENT free Grace, arife, 
 JLVX Outfhine the Thoughts of {hallow Men ; 
 
 Sov'reign, preventing all furprize, 
 To him that neither wili'd nor ran, 
 
 2. Grand as the Bofom whence thou flow'd 
 
 Kind as the Heart that gave thee Vent ; 
 Rich as the Gift that God beftow'd, 
 And lovely like the Chrift he fent. 
 
 3. Sin reign'd to Death ; but over Sin 
 
 And Death, with more impartial Sway, 
 Grace fpreads her more extenfive reign, 
 And does eternal Life convey. 
 
 4. For us Salvation wide difplays. 
 
 Her ample all refreming Wing j 
 
 Safe 
 
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 Safe in the Shade free Grace we praife, 
 And all its peerlefs Glories ling. 
 
 HYMN XIV. 
 
 Cod's tender Care of his Church / Ifa.lix. 13,14, &c, 
 
 1. "VTOW fhall my inward Joys arife, 
 -L>l And burfl into a Song ; 
 
 Almighty Love infpires my Heart, 
 And Pleafure tunes my Tongue. 
 
 2. God, on his thirfty Sion Hill, 
 
 Some Mercy Drops has thrown, 
 And folemn Oaths has bound his Love 
 To fhowV Salvation down. 
 
 3. Why do we then indulge our Fears, 
 
 Sufpicions and Complaints ? 
 
 Is he a God, and fhall his Grace 
 
 Grow weary of his Saints ? 
 
 4. Can a kind Woman e'er forget 
 
 The Infant of her Womb, 
 And 'niongft a Thoufand tender Thoughts 
 Ker Suckling have no Room ? 
 
 5. Yet, faith the Lord, Should Nature change, 
 
 And Mothers Moniters prove, 
 Sion ftill dwells upon the Heart 
 Of everlafting Love, 
 
 6. Deep on the Palms of both my Hands ; 
 
 I have engrav'd her Name ; 
 My Hands mall raife her ruin'd Wall, 
 And build her broken Frame, 
 
 HYMN 
 
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 H Y M N XV. 
 
 He hath done all Things well, 
 
 i."^/TOW fliall our Hearts with Pleafure raife 
 JL\I To our dear Lord a Song of Praife ; 
 We'll fing his Love, his Goodneis tell, 
 Our Saviour hath done all Things well. 
 
 2. With pitying Eyes he view'd our Cafe, 
 And came to fave our ruin'd Race ; 
 
 He conquer'cl Sin, and Death, and Hell ; 
 Our Jefus hath done all Things well. 
 
 3. He undertook to bear our Load, 
 And bring us back again to God ; 
 
 To fit us with himfelf to dwell ; 
 
 Chrift. Jefus hath done all Things well. 
 
 4. He will accomplifli his Defign, 
 And all Things in himfelf combine, 
 
 No more fhall ever they rebel ; 
 Our Jefus will do all Things well. 
 
 5. His Work how great ! his Plan how Vafl J 
 But when it all appears at lait, 
 
 Jt will our highelt Praife excel, 
 For Jefus will do all Things well, 
 
 6. When the Creation is reftor'd, 
 And God mail be by all ador'd 
 
 How loudly will the Triumph fwell, 
 Our Jefus hath done all Things well I 
 
 7. Sin, Death, and Hell, will Chrift deftroy, 
 And fill the Univerfe with Joy ; 
 
 His Love fhall then each Voice compel 
 To cry, «'He hath done all Things well." 
 
 8. All Creatures then as One fhall join, 
 
 To 
 
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 To fliout aloud his Praife divine ! 
 (As facred prophecies foretell) 
 And fay, "He hath done all Things well,** 
 
 HYMN XVI. 
 
 1. "l^TOYV the Saviour Stands a pleading 
 xN At the Sinner's bolted Heart, 
 Now in Heav'n is interceding, ^ * 
 
 Undertaking Sinners Fart. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 Sinners can yon hate the Saviour, 
 
 Can you thru ft him from your Arms ; 
 Here he died for your* Behaviour, 
 
 Now he calls you to his Charms. 
 
 2. Now he pleads his Sweat and Bloodfhed. 
 
 Shews his wounded Hands and Feet — ■ 
 Father fave them tho' they're Blood Red, 
 Raife them to an hcnv'nly Seat. 
 Sinners, &c. &c. 
 
 3. Sinners hear your God and Saviour, 
 
 Hear his gracious- Voice to-Day : 
 Turn from all your bale Behaviour, 
 Now return, repent and pray. : 
 Sinners, &c. 6zc. 
 
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 4. Open now your Hearts before him. 
 
 Bid your Saviour welcome in ; 
 Now receive, and love, adore him, 
 Take a full Difcharge from Sin, 
 Sinners, £zc. &c. 
 
 5. Now he's waiting to be gracious, 
 
 Now he Jtands and looks on thee ; 
 See what Kindnefs, Love, and Pity, 
 Shines around, on you and me. 
 Sinners, &e. &c. 
 
 6. Corner 
 
C 14 ) 
 
 6. Come ! for all Things now are ready — - 
 Yet there's Room for many more. 
 O ye Blind, ye Lame, and Needy, 
 Come to Graced boundlefs Store. 
 Sinners, &. &. 
 
 HYMN XV11. 
 
 1, f^\ THOU God of my Salvation, 
 V-/ My Redeemer from all Sin> 
 
 Mov'd to this by great Companion, 
 Yearning Bowels from within : 
 
 I will praife thee : : 
 Where (hall I thy Praife begin \ 
 
 2. While the Angels-Choirs are crying ; 
 
 Glory to the Great I AM ! 
 I with them would ftill be vying, 
 Glory, Glory to the Lamb 1 
 
 O how precious : : 
 Is the Sound of Jefu's Name ! 
 
 3. Now 1 fee, with Joy and Wonder, 
 
 Whence the healing Streams arofe ; 
 Angels-Minds are loft to ponder 
 
 Dying Lov's myfterious Caufe ; 
 
 Yet the Blefling; 
 Down to all, to Hie it flows, 
 
 4. Tho nnfeen, I love the Saviour, 
 
 He Almighty Grace hath mown ; 
 Pardon'd Guilt and purchas'd Favour J 
 This he makes to Mortals knowu ; 
 Give him Glory, 
 Glory, Glory is his own. 
 
 5. Angels now are hov'ring round us, 
 
 Unperceiv'd they mix the Throng, 
 Wond'ring at the Love that crown'd us, 
 6 Glad 
 
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 Glad to join the holy Song : 
 
 Hallelujah, 
 Love and Praife to Chrift belong, 
 
 HYMN XV111. 
 
 7 'he Delight of public Worjhip, 
 
 I /"^\F a H tne Pleafures that we know, 
 
 v/ Thy Service Lord exceeds the bed 3 
 , Though in thy earthly Courts below, 
 What is it then among the Bled \ 
 
 2. When we aflemble in thy Houfe, 
 
 To read thy Word, to praife, and pray, 
 To hear thy Gofpel, pay our Vows, 
 With what Delight we fpend the Day ! 
 
 3. How fhort the hours of Wormip feem I 
 
 What Raptures do our Spirits feel ! 
 While we can Ipeak and hear of him, 
 Who fuffer'd Death to work our Weal ! 
 
 4. From Morn till Noon, from Noon till Eve, 
 
 The pleafing Theme we could attend ; 
 Such Satisfaction we receive 
 
 As Strangers cannot comprehend. 
 
 5. All earthly Joys with thefe compared, 
 
 Are left than nothing in our Eyes ; 
 Pleafures of Senfe we difregard, 
 
 And thofe of Sin we would defpife. 
 
 HYMN XIX. 
 
 Defir'iNg the Fir ft Love* 
 
 I. rX&> for a clofer Walk with God ! 
 v^/ A Calm and heav'nly Frame ! 
 A Light to fliine upon the Road 
 That Leads me to the Lamb 1 
 
 2. Where 
 
C 16 ) 
 
 2. Where is the Bleflednefs I knew, 
 
 When firil I faw the Lord ? 
 Where is the foul-refreihing View 
 Of Jefus and his Word ? 
 
 3. W r hat peaceful Hours I then enjoy'd I 
 
 How f\v- er their Mem'ry ftili J 
 But they have left an aching void, 
 The World can never fill. 
 
 4. Return, O Kcly Dove, return, 
 
 Sweet MemVnoer of Reft ! 
 I hate the Sins which made thee mourn, 
 And drove thee from my Breaft. 
 
 5. The deare-ft Idol I have known, 
 
 What e'er that Idol be, 
 Help me to bear it from thy Throne, 
 -And Worfhip only Thee. 
 
 6. So ihall my Walk be clofe with God, 
 
 Calm and Serene my Frame ; 
 So purer Light fhall mark the Road. 
 That leads me to the Lamb. 
 
 HYMN XX. 
 
 ■ 
 
 7. f\R ' give me Lord my Sins to mourn — 
 KJ My Sins ! which have thy Body torn ! 
 
 Give me, with broken Heart, to fee 
 Thy la ft tremendous Agony. 
 
 2. O, could I gain the Mountain's height, 
 And gaze upon that bleeding Sight ! 
 
 O that, with Salem's Daughters, 1 
 Could (land and fee my Saviour die I 
 
 3. Pd fmite my Breaft, and weep and mourn, 
 And never from the Crofs return : 
 
 I'd weep o'er an expiring God, 
 
 And mix my Tears with lefus's Blood. 
 
 4. I'd 
 
C 17) 
 
 I'd hang around his Crofs, and cry 
 "Lord fave a Soul condemn'd to die ! 
 O let a Wretch come near thy Throne, 
 "To plead the Merits of thy Son, 
 
 HYMN XXI. 
 
 The Hap pine f s of being with Chrift. 
 
 r. TT7HILE on the Verge of Life I Hand, 
 YV And view the Scene on either Hand, 
 My Spirit ftruggles with my Clay, 
 And longs to wing his Flight away. . 
 
 2. Where Jefus dwells my Soul would be 
 And faints my much lov'd Lord to fee 
 Earth, twine no more about my Heart; 
 For 'tis far better to depart. 
 
 3. Come, ye angelic Convoys, come, 
 And lead the willing Pilgrim home - s 
 Ye Know the Way to Jefu's Throne, 
 Source of my Joys, and of your own. 
 
 4. That blifsful Interview, how fweet ! 
 To fall tranfported at his Feet ! 
 Rais'd in his Arms to fee his Face 
 Through the full Beamings of his Grace. 
 
 5. As with a Seraph's Voice to fing ! 
 To fly as on a Cherub's Wing ! 
 Performing with unweary'd Hands 
 The prefent Saviour's high Commands. 
 
 6. Yet with thefe Profpects full in Sight, 
 We'll wait thy Signal for the Flight ; 
 For while thy Service we perfue, 
 
 We find a Heav'n begun below. 
 
 B HYMN 
 
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 HYMN XXII. 
 
 OWHEN mall I fee Jefus, 
 And dwell with hira above, 
 To drink the flowing Fountains, 
 
 Of everlafting Love. 
 When mall I be deliver'd, 
 
 From this vain World of Sin ? 
 And with my blefled Jefas 
 
 Drink endlefs Pleafurein. 
 
 2. But now I am a Soldier, 
 
 My Captain's gone before. 
 He's given me my Orders, 
 
 And tells me not to fear : 
 And if I hold out faithful, 
 
 A Crown of Life he'll give, 
 And all his valiant Soldiers 
 
 Eternal Life mall have. 
 
 3. Through Grace I am determined, 
 
 To conquer, tho I die, 
 And then away to Jefus, 
 
 On Wings of Love I'll fly. 
 Farewell to Sin and Sorrow — 
 
 I bid it all adieu. 
 And you, my Friends, be faithful, 
 
 And on your Way purfue, 
 
 4. And if you meet with Troubles, 
 
 And Trials on the Way, 
 Then caft your Cares on Jefus, 
 
 And don't forget to pray. 
 Gird on the heav'nly Armour, 
 
 Of Faith, and Hope, and Love. 
 
 And 
 
( 19 ) 
 
 And when your Race is ended, 
 You'll reign with Him Above. 
 
 5. O do not be difcourag'd, 
 
 For Jefus is your Friend, 
 And if you lack for Knowledge, 
 
 He'll not refufe to lend. 
 Neither will he upbraid you, 
 
 Tho often you Requeit, 
 
 He'll give you Grace to conquer, 
 
 * And take you up to reft. 
 
 HYMN XX111. 
 
 Ckrijl^s Afcenfion. 
 
 i. /"\UR Lord is rifen from the Dead, 
 \J Our Jefus is gone up on High ; 
 The Pow'rs of Hell are Captive led, 
 Drag'd to the Portals of the Sky. 
 
 2. There his triumphant Chariot waits, 
 
 And Angels chaunt the folemn Lay ; 
 Lift up your Heads, ye heav'nly Gates, 
 Ye everlaiting Doors give way. 
 
 3. Loofe all your Bars of many Light, 
 
 And wide unfold the radiant Scene ; 
 He claims thofe 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, 
 The World, Sin, Death and Hell overthrew ; 
 And Jefus is the Conquror's Name. 
 
 5. Lo, his triumphal Chariot waits, 
 
 And Angels chaunt the folemn Lay, 
 Lift up your Heads, ye heav'nly Gates ! 
 Ye everlaiting Doors give way. 
 
 B 2 6. Who 
 
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 6. Who is the King of Glory ? Who ? 
 
 The Lord of boundlefs Pow'r pcflefs'd ; 
 The King of Saints and Angels too, 
 God over all, for ever bled. 
 
 HYMN XXIV. 
 
 Ezekiel 33 -11. 
 
 1. O INNER, O why fo Thoughtlefs grown? 
 O Why in fuch dreadful Hafte to die ; 
 
 Daring to leap to Worlds unknown, 
 Heedlefs againft thy God to fly ? 
 
 2. Will ye fruftrate Eternal Grace, 
 
 Urg'd on by Sin's fantaftick Dreams, 
 Madly attempt th 'infernal Gate, 
 
 And force thy Pailage to the Flames f 
 
 3. Stay, Sinner, on the Gofpel Plains, 
 
 Behold the God of Love unfold 
 The Myft'ry of his Dying Pains^ 
 For ever telling, yet untold. 
 
 HYMN XXV. 
 
 The Day of Grace* 
 
 1, /-TpNHE Lord into his Garden come, 
 
 Tlie Spices yield a rich Perfume, 
 The Lillies grow and thrive : 
 
 Refrefhing Show'rs of Grace divine 
 From Jefus flow to ev'ry Vine, 
 I And makes the Dead revive. 
 
 2. O that this dry and barren Ground 
 In Springs of Water may abound, 
 
 A fruitful Soil become. 
 The Defart bloflbm as the Rofe, 
 
 When 
 
( » ) 
 
 When Jefus conquers all his Foes, 
 And makes his People One. 
 
 3. The glorious Time is rolling on, 
 The gracious Work is now begun ; 
 
 My Soul a Witnefs is, 
 I tafte and fee the Pardon free, 
 For all Mankind, as well as me, 
 Who comes to Chrift may live. 
 
 4 The worft of Sinners here may find 
 A Sav'our pitiful and kind : 
 
 Who will them all receive. 
 None are too late who will repent ; 
 Out of one Sinner Legion's went. 
 
 The Lord did him relieve. , 
 
 5. Come Brethren, you that love the Lord, 
 And tafte the Sweetnefs of his Word ; 
 
 In Jefu's Way go on, 
 Our Troubles and our Trials here, 
 Will only make us richer there, 
 
 When we arrive at Home. 
 
 6. I feel that Heav'n is now begun, 
 
 It hTues from the fparkling Throne ; 
 
 From Jefu's Throne on High. 
 It comes like Flood's, we can't contain, 
 We drink, and drink, and drink again ; 
 
 And yet we ftill are dry. 
 
 7. But when we come to reign above, 
 And all furround a Throne of Love, 
 
 We'll drink a full fupply. 
 Jefus will lead his Armies through, 
 To living Fountains where they flow, 
 
 That never will run dry. 
 
 8* 'Tis there we'll Reign, and Shout, and Sing, 
 And make the upper Regions ring ; 
 
 B % Where 
 
Where all the Saints get home. 
 Come on, come on ! my Brethren dear, 
 Soon we fhall meet together there : 
 
 For Jefus bids us come. 
 
 9. Amen \ Amen ! my Soul replies, 
 I'm bound to meet you in the Skies, 
 
 And claim my Manfions lure. 
 Now here's my Heart, and here's my Hand, 
 To meet yon in the heav'nly Land, 
 Where we fhall part no more. 
 
 HYMN XXVL 
 
 A Pro/peel of Heaven makes Death eafy % 
 
 1. HTHERE is a Land of pure Delight, 
 
 X Where Saints immortal reign •; 
 Infinite Day excludes the Night, 
 And Pleafures banifh Pain. 
 
 2. There everlafting Spring abides, 
 
 And never with 'ring Flow'rs : 
 Death like a narrow Sea divides 
 This heav'nly Land from ours. 
 
 [3. Sweet Fields beyond the fwelling Flood 
 Stand dreft in living Green ; 
 So to the Jews old Canaan flood, 
 While Jordan rolPd between. 
 
 4. But tim'rous Mortals flart and flirink, 
 To crofs this narrow Sea, 
 And linger, fhiv'ring on the Brink, 
 And fear to launch away.1 
 
 5 # O could we make pur Doubts remove 
 Thofe gloomy Doubts that rife, 
 To fee the Canaan that we love, 
 With unbeclouded Eyes, 
 •v 
 6. Could we but climb where Mofes flood, 
 
 And view the Landikip o'er, 
 
 Not 
 
( 23 ; 
 
 Not Jordan's Stream, nor Death's cold Flood. 
 Should fright us from the Shore, 
 
 HYMN XXVII. 
 
 Seeking the Pajlur.es ofChriJl the Shepherd, Solomon 
 Song, i. 7. 
 
 1. npHOU. whom my Soul admires above 
 
 JL All earthly Joy, and earthly Love, \ 
 Tell me, dear Shepherd, let me know 
 Where doth thy fweeteft Pafture grow ? 
 
 2. Wl\ere is the Shadow of that Rock 
 That from the Sun defends thy Flock- 
 Fain would I feed among thy Sheep, 
 Among them reft, among them fleep, 
 
 3. Why mould thy Bride appear like one 
 That turns afide to Paths unknown ? 
 My conftant Feet would never rove, 
 Would never feek another Love, 
 
 [4. The Footfteps of thy Flock I fee ; 
 Thy fweeteft Paftures here they be ; 
 A wond'rous Feaft thy Love prepares, 
 Bought with thy Wounds, & Groans & Tears. 
 
 5. .His deareft Flefti he makes my Food, 
 And bids me drink his richeft Blood ; 
 'Here to thefe Hills my Soul will come, 
 Till my Beloved leads me home,] 
 
 HYMN XXVIII. 
 
 I. T^H E Lord of Earth and Sky, 
 A The God of Ages Praife ! 
 Who reigns enthron'd on High, 
 Ancient of endlefs Days, 
 Who lengthens out our Trials here, 
 And fpares us yet another Year. 
 
 B 4 2. Barren 
 
C 2 4 ) 
 
 ±. Barren and witherd Trees, 
 
 We cumber'd long the Ground, 
 ^Jo Fruit ofHolinefs 
 
 On our dead Souls was found ; 
 Yet did he us in Mercy fpare, 
 Another, and another Year. 
 
 3. When juftice barr'd the Sword, 
 
 To cut the Fig- Tree down. 
 The pity of our Lord 
 
 Cry'd— " Let it ft ill alone : »' 
 The Father mild inclin'd his Ear, 
 And fpar'd us yet another Year. 
 
 4. Jefas, thy fpeaking Blood 
 
 From God obtain'd the Grace, 
 Who therefore hath beftow'd 
 
 On us a longer Space : 
 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 Praile abound ; 
 O let us all thy Praife declare, 
 And Fruit unto Perfection bear. 
 
 HYMN XXIX. 
 
 The Nativity of Chrift. 
 
 1. "OHEPHERDS, rejoice ! lift up your Eyes, 
 
 O "And fend your Fears away ; 
 << News from the Regions of the Skies ? 
 ts Salvation's born to Day. 
 
 2. " Jeius, the God whom Angels fear, 
 
 " Comes down to dwell with you ; 
 "To-Day he makes his Entrance here, 
 " But not as Monarchs do. 3. " No 
 
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 3. " No Gold, nor Purple fwadling Bands* 
 
 "Nor Royal mining Things ; 
 " A Manger for his Cradle itands^ 
 " And holds the King of Lings. 
 
 4. "Go, Shepherd^ where the Infant lies, 
 
 "And fee his humble Throne ; 
 " With Tears of Joy in all your Eyes, 
 " Go, Shepherds, kifs the 5011. '' 
 
 5. Thus Gabriel fang, and (trait around 
 
 The heav'nly Armies throng ; 
 They tune their Harps to lofty Sound, 
 And thus conclude the Song : 
 
 6. "Glory to God, that reigns above ; 
 
 " Let Peace fur round the Earth : 
 "Mortals (hall know their Makers Love 
 "At their Redeemers Birth." 
 
 7. Lord, and (hall Angels have their Songs, 
 
 And Men no Tunes to raife ? 
 O may we lofe thefe ufelefs Tongues 
 When they forget to praife J 
 
 8. Glory to God, that reigns above, 
 
 That pity'd us forlorn ; 
 W'e join to ring our Maker's Love, 
 For there's a Saviour born, 
 
 HYMN XXX. 
 
 I. npO the Haven of thy Breaft, 
 1 O Son of Man, I fly, 
 Be my Refuge and my Reft, 
 For O the Storm is high ! 
 Save me from the furious Blaft, 
 
 A covert from the Tempeft be ; 
 Hide me, Jefus, till o'er part 
 
 The Storm of Sin I fee. * 
 
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 2. Welcome as the Waterfpring 
 
 To a dry barren Place ; 
 
 O defcend on me and bring 
 
 Tbe fvveet refrefhing Grace ; 
 
 O'er a parch'd and weary Land 
 
 As a great Rock extends its Shade, 
 
 Hide me, Saviour, with thme Hand, 
 
 And fcreen my naked Head* 
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 3. In the Time of my Diftrefs 
 
 Thou haft my Succour been ; 
 In my utter Helpleflhefs 
 
 Reftraining me from Sin : 
 O how fwiftly didft thou move 
 
 To fave me in the trying Hour ! 
 Still protect me with thy Love, 
 
 And ihield me with thy Pow'r. 
 
 4. Firft and Lafl in me perform 
 
 The Work thou haft begun ; 
 Be my Shelter from the Storm, 
 
 My Shadow from the Sun : 
 Let me hang upon my God, 
 
 Till I thy perfect Glory fee, 
 Till the fprinkling of thy Blood 
 
 Shall fpeak me up to thee. 
 
 HYMN XXXI. 
 
 1, TTOW loft was my Condition, 
 JL~X Till Jefus made me whole ; 
 There is but one Phyfician 
 
 Can cure a Sin lick Soul ; 
 Next Door to Death he found me, 
 
 And pluck'd me from the Grave ; 
 To tell to all around me : 
 
 His wond'rous Pow'r to fave ! 
 
 2, Of 
 
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 2. Of Men great Skill poftefling, 
 
 I thought a Cure to gain, 
 But that prov'd more diflreffing, 
 
 And added to my Pain : 
 Some laid that nothing ail'd me, 
 
 Some gave me up for loft, 
 Thus every Refuge fail'd me, 
 
 And all my Hopes where crofs'd. 
 
 3. At length this great Phyfician, 
 
 How matchlefs in his Power, 
 Accepted my Petition, 
 
 And undertook my Cure, 
 Firft gave me Sight to view him, 
 
 For Sin my Sight had feaPd, 
 Then bid me look unto him, 
 
 I look'd and I was heal'd. 
 
 4. A bleeding dying Jefus, 
 
 Seen by an Eye of Faith j 
 At once from Sin it frees us, 
 
 And faves our Souls from Death I 
 . Come then to this Phyfician, 
 
 His Help he'll freely give 
 He makes no hard Condition, 
 
 *Tis, only look and live. 
 
 HYMN XXXll. 
 
 Chrift's Prejence makes Death eafy, 
 
 I. IT THY mould we ftart, and fear to die ? 
 VV What tim'rous Worms we Mortals are ! 
 Death is the Gate of endlefe Joy, 
 And yet we dread to enter there. 
 
 3. The Pains, the Groans, and dying Strife 
 Fright our approaching Souls away ; 
 Still we fhrink back again to Life, * 
 FonAof our Prifon and our Clay. $ , Oh I 
 
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 3« Oh ! if my Lord would come and meet, 
 My Soul mould ftretch her Wings in hafte, 
 Fly fearlefs thro' Deaths Iron Gate, 
 IMor feel the Terrors as fhe pafs'd. 
 
 4. Jefus can make a dying Bed 
 Feel foft, as downy Pillows are. 
 While on his Breaft I lean my Head, 
 And breathe my Life out fweetly, there. 
 
 HYMN XXXlll. 
 
 I* T'LL praife my Maker while I've Breath, 
 A. And when my Voice is loft in Death, 
 Praife fhall employ my nobler Pow'rs : 
 My Days of Praife (hall ne'r be paft, 
 While Life, and Thought, and Being laft, 
 Or immortality endures* 
 
 2. Happy the Man whofe Hopes rely 
 On Ifrael's God ; he made the* Sky, 
 
 And Earth and Seas, with all their Train 
 His Truth for ever Hands fecure ! 
 He faves th' Opprefs'd, he feeds the Poor, 
 
 And none lhall find his Promife vain. 
 
 3. The Lord pours Eye-Sight on the Blind ; 
 The Lord fupports the fainting Mind ; 
 
 He fends rhe laboring Confcience Peace ; 
 He helps the Stranger in Diftrels, 
 The Widow and the Fatherlefs, 
 
 And grants the Pris'ner fweet Releafe, 
 
 4. I'll praife him while hfe lends me Breath, 
 And when my Voice is loft in Death, 
 
 Praife fhall employ my nobler Pow'rs : 
 My Days of Praife fhall ne'er be paft 
 While Life, and Thought, and being laft, 
 Or immortality endures. 
 
 HYMjSI 
 
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 HYMN XXXIV. 
 
 At Foot Wajhing, 
 
 *♦ T\/T^^ U P tn ^ J ewe * s Lord, and (hew, 
 iVx The glorious fpotlefs Church below, 
 The Fellowfhip of Saints make known, 
 And Oh my God, might I be One. 
 
 2. O might my Lot be cart with thefe, 
 The lean: of Jefu's Witnelies. 
 
 O that my Lord would count me meet, 
 To wafti his dear Difciples Feet, 
 
 3. To wait upon his Saints below, 
 On Gofpel Errands for them go, 
 
 Enjoy the Grace to Angels giv'n, 
 And ferve tne Royal Heirs of Heav'n. 
 
 HYMN XXXV. 
 
 % At Table, 
 
 1. IVyTY Soul, furvey thy Happinefs, 
 
 iVX If thou art found a Child of Grace, 
 How richly is the Gofpel ftor'd ! 
 What Joy the Promiffes afford ! 
 
 2. All Things are now the Gift of God, 
 
 And purchas'd with our Saviours Blood ; 
 While the good Spirit mews us how, 
 To ufe and to enjoy them too. 
 
 3. If Peace and Plenty crown my Days, 
 
 They Help me Lord to fiiig thy Praife ; 
 If Bread of Sorrow be my Food, 
 
 Thofe Sorrows work my real Good. 
 
 4. BE prefent at our Table Lord, 
 
 Be here and every where ador'd : 
 Thy People blefs, and grant that we, 
 JVIay*feaft in Paradife with thee. HYMN 
 
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 HYMN XXXVI. 
 
 1. T> E with me, Lord, where'er I go, 
 
 JLJ Learn me what thou wouMft have me do ; 
 Suggeft what'er I think or fay, 
 Direct me in the narrow Way. 
 
 2. Affistand teach me how to pray; 
 Incline my Nature to obey : 
 
 What thou abhorr'ft, that let me flee, 
 And only Love what pleafes thee, 
 
 H Y M N XXXVII. 
 
 1. /"^tOME all ye weary Trav'lers, 
 V_/ Come let us join and ling 
 
 The everlafting Praiies, 
 
 Of jefus Chrift our King, 
 We've had a tedious Journey, 
 
 And tirefome , 'tis true ; 
 But fee how many Dangers 
 
 The Lord has brought us through. 
 
 2. At firft, when Jefus found us, 
 
 He call'd us unto him, 
 And pointed out the Danger 
 
 Of falling into Sin : 
 The World, the Flefh and Satan 
 
 Will prove a fatal Snare ; 
 Unleis we do reject them, 
 
 By Faith and humble Pray'r. 
 
 3. But by our Difobedience, 
 
 With Sorrow, we confefs -, 
 We've had too loner to Wander 
 
 In a dark Wildernefs : 
 Where we might foon have fainted, 
 
 On that enchanted Ground; 
 But now and then a Clufter 
 
 Of pleafant Grapes we found, 
 4» The pleafant Fruits of Canaan 
 
 Gives Life, and Joy and Peace : 
 Revives our drooping Spirits > And 
 
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 And Faith und Love increafe : 
 Confeis our Lord and Mailer, 
 
 And run at his Command : 
 And haften on our Journey, 
 
 Unto the promised Land. 
 
 5. Sinners, why Hand ye Idle, 
 While we do march along ; 
 
 Has Confcience never told you, 
 That you are doing wrong : 
 
 Down the broad Road to Ruin* 
 To bear a dreadful Curse : 
 
 Forfake your Ways of Sinning, 
 And come, and go with us. 
 
 6. But if you will refufe it, 
 
 We bid you all adieu : 
 We're on the Way to Canaan, 
 
 And fo indeed might you : 
 We're forry for to leave you, 
 
 We rather you would go ; 
 Come, try a bleeding Saviour, 
 
 And feel Salvation flow, 
 
 7. O Sinners be awaken'd, 
 
 To fee your difmal State ; 
 Repent, and be converted, 
 
 Before it is too late. 
 Turn to the Lord by Prayer, 
 
 And daily fearch his Word, 
 And never reft contented, 
 
 Until you find the Lord. 
 
 8. Now, to the King Immortal, 
 
 Be everlafting Praife, 
 For in his holy Service 
 
 We mean to fpend our Days : 
 Till we arrive at Canaan, 
 
 The' celeftial World above, 
 With everlafting Praifes : 
 
 To fing redeeming Love. 
 
 FINIS. 
 
INDEX. 
 
 All hail the Pow'r of Jefus Name, Page t 
 
 And is this Heaven - ' - 2 
 
 And let this feeble Body fail — - 2 
 
 Awake my Zeal awake my Love - - 2 
 
 Be with me Lord, where'r I go, - - 30 
 
 Burft ye Em'rald Gates, - - 4 
 
 Come all ye weary Trav'lers - 30 
 
 Difmifs us from thy Houfe - ^ 
 
 Father is not thy Promife pledg'd - 5 
 
 Give me the Wings of Faith - 6 
 
 How loft was my Condition - - 26 
 
 In boundlefs Mercy gracious Lord - 7 
 
 I'll prniie my Maker - - 28 
 
 It is a very pleafant Thing - - •* 7 
 
 Jefus ihall reign where'er tiie Sun - 8 
 
 Life is the Time to ferve the Lord * - 9 
 
 Magnificent free Grace arife - - 10 
 
 Make up rhy jewels Lord, - - 29 
 
 My Soul survey thy Happinefs, - - 29 
 
 Now ihall my inward Joys arife - - 11 
 
 Now fhall our Hearts with Pleafure raife 1 2 
 
 Now the Saviour Hands a pleading - - 13 
 
 O thou God of my Salvation 14 
 
 Of all the Pleafiires that we know - - 15 
 
 Oh for a clofer Walk with God — - 15 
 
 Oh give me Lord my Sins to mourn - - 16 
 
 Oh when mail I fee Jefus - - - 18 
 
 Our Lord is rifen from the Dead - - 19 
 
 Sinners, O why £6 thoughtleis grown - io 
 
 Shepherds rejoice, lift up your Voice — 24 
 
 There is a Land or pure Delight - - 22 
 
 Thou who my Soul admires above - - 23 
 
 To the Haven of thy Breaft - - 25 
 
 The Lord of Earth and Sky - - 23 
 
 The Lord into his Garden come - 20 
 
 When once my Soul &c - - 2 3 
 
 While on the Verge of Life i ftand, - 17 
 
 Why mould we ftart and fear to die? 27 
 
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