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 Spiritual Songs. 
 
 -by. HENRY ALLXNE, 
 
 iATE MINISTER OF THE GOSPEL, A," 
 P.ALMOUTH, IN NOVA- SCOTIA. 
 
 the THIRD EDITION, 
 
 "WITH SOME ENLARGEMENTS. 
 
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PREFACE. 
 
 HOWEVER chained down many may be by 
 fuperftition and tradition, yet I doubt not 
 but there are many fuck candidates for divine light 
 as Jhand with open arms for help from every 
 quarter, that may further them on their heavenly 
 pilgrimage; to whom I commit this f mall piece, 
 with earn cfi defines, that fin the hand of God J it 
 may be to their unfpeakablebeneft. 
 
 V/ith regard to the practice of pfalmody, much 
 argued for and againfz in the world, I would ob~ 
 ferve : 
 
 It is true, fnging can be of no benefit with- 
 $ut the heart ; yet it is evident that the 
 heart may be alarmed, and fiirred up to aclion, 
 by local r obj 'eels or vocal founds ; and therefore it 
 is that the voice may be inftfirmtntaUy bencfcinl 
 in fin gins:, praying and preaching : for it win ft not 
 be under fiood that any of thofe means aye dtfgn- 
 ed, or Jhould be made ufc of to effect, fir up, al- 
 ter, or benefit God, but the creature, viz. awak- 
 en, fir up, and engage thatfpirit or kingdom of 
 God in the creature, until the kingdom is got full 
 P 9 Jj: e J[ l0 ' n of the creature, and having both fen 
 
 and. 
 
i« PREFACE. 
 
 experienced the urffpeakahle blefftrigs that have at- 
 tended. I highly recommend the practice of fng~ 
 ing, net only to public affemblies but to families 
 and individuals ; and although perfons may fno- 
 fuch fubjecls as they have net experienced without 
 mockery •, by acknowledging their ignorance of, 
 and groaning after the things they exprefs : yet 
 tts J thin kit far more likely to fir up and engage 
 the heart fef penally fouls enlighened and groan- 
 ing for liberty) when, they exprefs the fate, 
 .groans arid defres of their ozon fouls : and there- 
 fore it is that I have endeavored to bsfo various 
 m my fubjecls, to be adapted to clmofi every ca- 
 pacity* fation of life, or frame of mind. 
 
 And as for the vain excufe {'too often made J 
 for the neglect of fin gin g "I have neither art nor 
 voice," let me reply, that in the compafs of my 
 sw?i travels, in many focieties and families, 
 zvherefuch excufes have fo far prevailed, that I 
 have been obliged after alrncfl (and fonj.etim.es 
 wholly J tofing alone j I have knozvn them after 
 they -were perfuaded to begin, to make fuch pro- 
 ficiency as to become far greater maflers of fng- 
 ing than myfelf, and that zvith little help but 
 pratlice. 
 
 Let me therefore, norointreat heads cf families 
 to concert every method to introduce the happy ex- 
 perience to their families, by fin gin g a feio verfes 
 before or after prayer, or at any convenient oppor- 
 tunity j nor can you tell how glorious the ef- 
 
 teas 
 
PREFACE. v 
 
 miy be in divorcing the minds of your offspring 
 from earthly charms and carnal mirth, attaching 
 their minds to divine truths , and leading them, t& 
 eternal Jtlicity, 
 
 And ! let me intreat thofe whs are in the 
 bloom of life, many of whom can without much 
 excufe, find both art & voicefor the fin gin g of ear- 
 ned fongs to exclude every excufe ; and now, 
 while in the prime of your days, to give up your 
 fouls to the Lord Jefus Chrift, and dedicate both 
 heart and voice to his fervice j which will all add 
 nothing to him, but prove your own prefent and 
 ever lafiing joy. Yea, let me call on old and 
 young, rich and poor, bond and free, to give their 
 attention while I inform them that Jehovah has 
 flooped, fujferzd, and died, is laboring fill, fol- 
 lowing y On night and day, with the wide leaved 
 gates of immortal glory expanded, all courting 
 you from the regions of eternal blacknefs and de- 
 fpair, to the bright realms of everlafdng day 
 and the effence of interested good, that you may 
 forever folace in unfpeakable felicity , And are 
 the concerns of a fliadow fo important;, your 
 chains of ' Jlavery fo fzueet, and mifery fo dear to 
 you, that you cannot leave them for the themes of 
 heaven and joys of immortal glory ? 
 
 think of your fianding and liflen a moment 
 
 to the heavenly charmer, till you are fixed with 
 
 his immortal love, which will conftrain you to 
 
 break out infhouts of praife } and fay with me in 
 
 A a the 
 
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 language of the frophl Pratfe the' Lord - ye- 
 Kings of the earth and all people, princes end all 
 judges of the earth ; hoth young men and mai- 
 dens, old men and children; pralfe yc the Lord, 
 
 AMEN, 
 
HYM N S 
 
 S P I R ITUAL S O N G S.- 
 
 BOOK I. 
 
 Chiefly conftfting of man s fallen ft at i j together 
 with reproofs td the ungodly x and the language- 
 of awakened finney \>. 
 
 HYMN I. Short Metre. 
 
 On Man's fall, 
 ^liT H E N Adam flood in light - 
 
 V V For trial, I was there ; 
 Between eternal day and nighty 
 
 And did my- will declare. 
 
 2 For when the choice was made ; 
 I gave my full confent ; 
 
 In queft orother lovers flray'd 
 And from my father went, 
 
 3 Then down with him I fell^ 
 And have no T caufe to fay 
 
 Imputed guilt finks me to hell, 
 I threw myfelf away, 
 
 4 The countlefs race firft flood 
 In Adam all as one, 
 
 Nor could a part forfake their God 
 While others Hood aior,e» 
 
4 HYMNS. B. I, 
 
 5 In God they one muff be 
 Until they al) rebel ; 
 
 And if they fin 'tis acted free, 
 They fink themfelves to hell. 
 
 6 Ceafe then, O wretched man, 
 To charge thy woe on God : 
 
 Thy hell is made with thy own fin, 
 Thy hands have fpilt thy blood, 
 
 HYMN II. Long Metre. 
 3 T ONG have I trod the way to hell, 
 
 JL-i And vainly dream'd that all was well ; 
 Bui now I feel my fins a load, 
 And I a ftranger to my God. 
 
 2 I groan and turn at ev'ry breath, 
 And fain would fly from fin and death ; 
 But ah ! thefe bars of unbelief 
 Chain down my foul from ail relief. 
 
 3 Far from my help my friends do {land, 
 "While foes confpire on ev'ry hand ; 
 Where (hall I hide, where (hail 1 flee 
 Tor help. O Jefus, but to thee ? 
 
 4 To thee I'd come, O help, I pray, 
 And take this unbelief away ; 
 
 Thou mighty God ; thou prince of peace, 
 Give my imprifon'd foul releafe. 
 
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 HYMN III. Common Metre. 
 
 REMBLING, O God, I would addrefs 
 Thy free, thy mercy feat ; 
 
B.-I. H-Y M N-S, i 
 
 Laderr with darknefs and diftrefs, • 
 I fall at JefuV feet. 
 
 2 O help me. help me to believe 
 In the Redeemer's love ; . 
 
 My foul from chains of death relieve, - 
 And make my guilt remove, 
 
 3 Lord let thy goodnefs fliine on me. 
 And bring me home to reft ; 
 
 O let me with thy children be 
 In iieav'n forever hierl. 
 
 4 Thou didtf delight. with ■ th'Tcns ofmeD/- 
 Before the world was made ; 
 
 Coma for my help, O Jefus, then. 
 With love and p-ower array's. 
 
 5 Thy love, G God } is boundlefs fliHv 
 And all thy -bleflings free ; 
 
 May I believe it is thy will 
 To give thy grace to rue. 
 
 6 O might the happy moment come. 
 When I the Chrift fhali know, 
 
 And I a wand'ring foul brought horns 
 From everlaft'ing woe I 
 
 HYMN IV.- Long. Metre. 
 
 The finntr acknowledging his danger and' the 
 
 chrifzia n 's fafety i 
 i /\ H |. think my foul, how hleft are they 
 
 Xjk. Whofe guilt and fears are dons away. 
 Their fouls enjoy immortal lov,? 5 
 While 1 a wretch in darknefs rove* 
 
4 HYMNS. B. I. 
 
 2 Chrift fpreads his mantle o'er their head> 
 And feeds them with immortal bread : 
 While I, poor fmner ftarving go, 
 Expos'd to everlafting woe» 
 
 3 His fp irit doih around them mine, 
 And lead their fouls to dreams divine J 
 While I in midnight darknefs dwell, 
 And glide the flippery fteepto hell. 
 
 4 Their fouls are fafe from ev'ry fnare, 
 Guarded by the redeemer's care : 
 While I, poor foul, at ev'ry breath, 
 Stand all expos'd to endiefs death, 
 
 HYMN V. Common Metre. 
 
 The danger and vanity of the world. 
 
 i"T TAIN world, vain world, I bid adiea 
 V To your deceitful joys J' 
 
 1 will not fell my foul for you, 
 
 Nor longer hug your toys. 
 
 2 Too long I hugg'd you in my arms, 
 And courted ev'ry fnare ; 
 
 But now I fee your fiatt'ring charms 
 W r ii! end in long defpair. 
 
 3 You flatter with a vain appLaufe, 
 And prcmife future joy, 
 
 When all your treafures are but droIs> 
 Your blifs an empty toy. 
 
 4 Ten thoufand fouls by you are flain^ 
 And funk in endiefs night ; 
 
B. I. HYMNS. e 
 
 But ah ! too late, they rue in vain, 
 And curfe your falfe delight. . 
 
 5 Carelefs I trode your charming maze, 
 And thought that all was well ; 
 
 But now I fee thofa carnal ways 
 Lead to the sates of hell. 
 
 6 Bleft be the Lord that taught my foul 
 How near the gulph I flood ! 
 
 And now while mortal movements roll 
 Pll feek fubfiantial good. 
 
 HYMN VI. Common Metre, 
 
 Tlufamg. 
 
 O WRETCHED foui, where have I been ? 
 How have I fpent my breath ? 
 In vain amufing paths of fin, 
 That lead to endlefs death. 
 
 2 Unbounded goodnefs I've abused 
 And chofe the downward road ; 
 
 The faviour call'd. but I refus'd, 
 And trampled on his blood. 
 
 3 Long have my days been lengthen'd out 
 By an indulgent heav'n. 
 
 And dare I now without a doubt, 
 Expeft my fins forgiv'n ? 
 
 4 Yea, Lord, I hear thy grace is free ? 
 Thy goodnefs ne'er withheld ; 
 
 And love and pardon wait for me, 
 Though I've fo long rebel'd. 
 
& K Y M NS. fi.L 
 
 HYMN VII. Common Metre' 
 
 For Children. 
 ?TT ORD, I am young, but foon may gc 
 
 JL-J Down to the filent tomb, 
 When endJefs joys or endlefs woe 
 Muft be my lading home. 
 
 2 O changejny heart while I am young, 
 Jefus thou prince of peace : 
 
 Let grace employ my heart and tongue 
 'Till mortal life {hail ceafe. 
 
 3 O let thy word my council be, 
 Thy love my only joy ; 
 
 Place my affections all on thee 
 From earth and ev'ry toy. 
 
 4 And let the bleft immortal dove 
 Infpire my foul to tell 
 
 What glory, wifdom, and what love, 
 Doth in my Jefus dwell. 
 
 5 And when I quit this mortal fhore, 
 I fhall with Jefus reft ; 
 
 Where I mall never forrow more, 
 But live forever blelh 
 
 HYMN VIIL Long Metre 
 
 Againfi carnal mirth. 
 iTJOW vain the wretch that dares employ 
 
 ii. His mind in queft of fenfual joy, 
 And for an hour of carnal mirth 
 Chain down his foul to enclefs death, 
 
J3.I. HYMNS. 
 
 2 Whv will you wafte your days in vain, 
 Expos'd toeverlafting pain ? 
 
 Your hours are fhort, your moments fly, 
 O think vain man, you're born to die. 
 
 3 When death.arrefts, how will you bear 
 To clofe your eyes in black defpair ? 
 How will you bear eternal pain 
 
 Where horrors, woes and darknefs reign ? 
 
 4 Ah ! could you now one moment know 
 The horrors of thatgulph below, 
 
 You would not hug your fenfual joys, 
 Nor fell your foul for empty toys. 
 
 HYMN IX. Common Metre,, 
 A firmer awakened, 
 lT ORD, what a wretched foul am I i 
 
 fo J In midnight {hades I dwell ; 
 Laden with guilt and born to die, 
 And rufhing down tohell. 
 
 2 Hell yawns for my unhappy foul, 
 And threatens, every breath ; 
 
 While fwift as fleeting moments roll, 
 I'm hurried down to death. 
 
 3 No hand but thine, O God -of -love. 
 My wretched foul can fave ; 
 
 O come dear Jefus and remove 
 This load of guilt I have. 
 
 4 My wounded foul can never reft 
 A Granger Lord to thee ; 
 
 O grant me, grant-me my requeftj 
 ( And fet the prjs'ner free* B 
 
K H Y M N S. . B. I. 
 
 5 Thy blood can wafh my guilt awry ; 
 
 Thy love my heart can cheer ; 
 O turn my midnight into day. 
 
 And bar.ifh all my fear. 
 
 HYMN X. Long Metre. 
 A reproof of the worldling. 
 
 HEAR, O ye ftarving wdVldlings hear, 
 Your days are {hort. your doom is near 
 Soon vou mud quit this mortal fhore, 
 And all your gods will be no more. 
 
 2 Although you dream that all is well, 
 You're gliding down the fteep to hell ; 
 And while you're mufmg in your dreant 
 The devil triumphs in his fcheme. 
 
 3 You labor hard on earth to find 
 Some fenfual joys to charm the mind ; 
 But know that all the joys you have, 
 Will haunt your foul beyond the grave. 
 
 4 O leave the treach'rous paths you've trod, 
 And turn ye ftarviug fouls to God : 
 
 The bread of life is at your door, 
 
 O tafie, and flarve your fouls no more. 
 
 HYMN XL Long Metre. 
 
 Tke Jam. 
 
 iXTOW many haplefs men will fell 
 
 JLA I heir poor immortal fouls to hell. 
 And for a few deceitful toys, 
 Forever loofe eternal joys ! 
 
B.I* a V M N S, 
 
 2 This tempting world is but a cheat ? 
 Withpoifon mix'd in ev'ry fweet ; 
 And all its pleafmg themes and love 
 "Will but at laft a dagger prove,. 
 
 3 Ye ftarving fouls that earth purfue, 
 Return and bid thofe charms adieu j 
 The end of all your joys are nigh ; 
 
 O fly in time to Jefus fly. 
 
 4 He waits and yet would ma ke you bled 
 Would give your fouls eternal reft ; 
 
 Ke yet would bring you home fo God, 
 And feed you with immortal food. 
 
 HYMN XII. Common Metre, 
 An oldfinner awakened* 
 
 i/ r ""V WHAT a wretched finner Lord I 
 
 \*^r I now begin io fee 
 The danger of the ways I trod, 
 But know not where to flee. 
 
 2 Long have I turn'd my back on thee, 
 And flighted all thy grace ; 
 
 Yet pity Lord, O pity me, 
 And let me fee thy face. 
 
 3 O fhou'd I now expire my breath, 
 I mull go down to dwell 
 
 In chains of everlafling death, 
 Among the fiends in hell. 
 
 3 Lord change my heart, or I am gone ; 
 O give me life divine I 
 
jo HYMNS. E.I. 
 
 Though I am old, may I be born * 
 
 A heav'nJy child of thine. 
 
 HYMN XIII. Common Metre. 
 
 On Death. 
 iTT\ ".ATH reign'd with vigour fince the fall^ 
 
 JL^f And rides with fury fiill ; 
 Kor rich nor poor, nor great, nor finally 
 Can e'er refill his will. 
 
 2 He ravages both night and day, 
 
 Through all our mortal ftage : 
 And ev'ry creature fills a prey 
 
 To his refifilefs rage. 
 
 o Nations and empires he has flain, 
 
 And laid whole cities wafle, 
 And doth his cruel Hege maintain 
 
 To fweep the world in hafle. 
 
 4 Ride forth, O mighty prince of peace, 
 
 Ar.d take away his Oing. 
 
 Then (hall his cruel kingdom ceafe 
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 And faints his triumph ling. 
 
 HYMN XIV. Common Metre. 
 Souls one by thzfpirit of Chrijt fiould never bt y 
 parted by their different principles. 
 
 i' 1 \TE world from christians are apart ; 
 
 JL But ill all it e'er be faid, 
 'Mong thofe whom-God hath join'd in heart 
 
 Are fcparations made ? 
 
B.I. K Y M N S. si 
 
 2 They're all of one eternal band, 
 And with one father bleft ; 
 
 All led by the Redeemers hand, 
 To the fame joy and reft. 
 
 3 Why then mould circumilantials mar 
 That union fo divine ? 
 
 Or non-affentials ever bar 
 
 Thofe which he cannot join ? 
 
 4 No forms or tenets can unite, 
 Or bring the fouls to heav'n ; 
 
 Then for them let no chriftians fight, 
 Where God has all forgiv'n. 
 
 5 O God fubdue thofe cruel jars 
 With thy cementing grace ; 
 
 Nor let the dev-iJ hold up bars 
 Among the heav'n-horn race. 
 
 6 O give us that transforming flame 
 Of the immortal dove, 
 
 That thofe who bear thy lovely name, 
 May all contend for love. 
 
 HYMN XV. Long Metre. 
 
 An agedfmner awakened, 
 
 1 §fl What a wretched Hate I'm in ! 
 
 V-/ In midnight darknefs and in fin J 
 In chains of death the devil's flave, 
 Juft flapping in the gaping grave. 
 
 2 O God look down, look down on rae^ 
 Forgive my fins, and fet me free ; B a 
 
i* H Y M N S. B. I, 
 
 Or foon I'm hVd, O wretched doom ! 
 "Where help nor hope can never come. 
 3 I m3y perhaps, for who- can tell ? 
 
 1 may efc-ape the jaws of hell ; 
 Lord here I fall hefore thy face, 
 Makjs me a miracle of grace. 
 
 HYMN XVI. Long Metre.- 
 
 Againjl profanefwearing. 
 i"TXTKY wretched mortals will you dare 
 
 V V Omnipotence and curfe and fwear i 
 Why, will you wade your precious breath 
 To purchafe everlafling. death ? 
 
 2 Ah ! could you fee that awful pit 
 That yawns for your unguarded feet, 
 You (brink at thoughts of landing there, 
 Where you with devils foon mud {hare. 
 
 Be wife in time the gofpel hear, 
 That yet proclaims the joyful year ; 
 There's yet a hope and who can tell 
 But you may yet efcape from hell ? 
 
 HYMN XVII. Common Metre. 
 
 The /inner' s complaint in a dying hour, 
 i^f~"\ IS is the king of terrors come, 
 
 V^/ And muft I, muft I go ? 
 O wretched flare to fix my doom 
 In everlaftintr woe. 
 
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 2 How can I leave this mortal ftage, 
 And take my wretched flight, 
 
B.-I. HYMNS; *§; 
 
 With all my fins, my hell and rage, 
 To everiafting night ! 
 
 3 Ten thoufand worlds I now would give 
 For a few moments more : 
 
 My fruit lefs wiihes are to live ; 
 My day of grace is o'er. 
 
 4 No way, no way to {hurr the ftroke, 
 The dreadful hour is come ; 
 
 My days are gone, my thread is broke. 
 And fatal is my doom; 
 
 5 Curft be the alluring charms of fenfe I % 
 I've loft my foul for you ; 
 
 And now mufi go, I'm hurried hence 
 To bid your toys adieu. 
 
 HYMN XVIII. Common Metre. 
 At a Funeral. 
 
 F3.0M dufi we wretched mortals came 5 
 And groan at every breath ;. 
 Dying until this mortal frame 
 Is alldiifolv'd in death. 
 
 2 When man rebel'd againft his God, 
 He fold him for a Have, 
 
 And groan'd beneath a heavy load, 
 Then drops into the grave. 
 
 3 Thus in an inftant man is hurl'd, 
 Through a few hours of pain ; 
 
 Then drops into an unknown world> 
 And ne'er returns again. 
 
*4 H Y M N S. B.I. 
 
 4 Condole O God, this dying race, 
 Since thou their end doft knew ; 
 
 Make bare thy mighty arm of grace, 
 And fave from endlefs woe. 
 
 5 O may we triumph o'er the grave ? 
 When this poor life mail ceafe, 
 
 With thee may we forever live 
 In the fweet realms of peace ! 
 
 HYMN XIX. Common Metre. 
 
 A fnner convinced of his diath and. blindnefs, 
 
 a YYARD heart of mine, O that the Lord 
 
 XI Would this hard heart fubdue ! 
 O come thou bleft life-giving word, 
 And form my foul anew. 
 
 2 I hear the heav'nly pilgrims tell 
 
 Their fins are all forgiv'n, 
 And while on earth their bodies dwell, 
 
 Their fouls enjoy a heav'n. 
 
 2 While I, poor wretch, in darknefs fland*, 
 
 With guilt a heavy load ; 
 And ev'ry breath expos'd to land 
 
 Beyond the grace of God. 
 
 4 The chriftian's fir,g redeeming love, 
 And talk of joys divine ; 
 
 And foon they fay in realms above 
 In glory they {hall mine. 
 
 5 But ah ! its all an r unknown tongue^ 
 I never knew that love j 
 
B. I, H Y M N 3. 15 
 
 1 cannot firtg that Heavenly fong, 
 
 Nor tell of joys above. 
 
 6 I want, O God, I know not what ! 
 I want what faints enjoy ; 
 
 O let their portion be my lot,. 
 Their work be my employ. 
 
 7 Fain would I know that Saviour' mine ? - 
 And taffe his bleeding love, 
 
 With a!i the heav'nly pilgrims join, 
 While I this defart rove. 
 
 8 Then O to thofe transporting realms, « 
 My foul would foar away V 
 
 Where all the warriors wear their palms 
 Id everlaHing day. 
 
 HYMN XX. Common Metre. 
 
 lor Children. 
 
 WHILE in life's bloom, O God of grace? 
 Convert my foul to thee ; 
 O let me run the chrifiian race, 
 And thou my leader be. 
 
 2 O Jefus fpeak that healing word, 
 " Thy fins are all forgiven," 
 
 Be thou my father and my God, 
 My portion and my heav'n. 
 
 3 Fain would I know and love thy name. 
 And fpend my life and breath, 
 
 To fpread thy love, and found thy fame. 
 Until the hour of death. 
 
i$ HYMN S. B. h 
 
 4 And when grim death {hall firike the blowy 
 And bid my fpint flee, 
 
 1 fhal 1 without relutiance go 
 
 To reign O God with thee. 
 
 HYMM XXI. Short Metre, 
 
 The awakened firmer. 
 
 l/~^\ AM I born to die, 
 
 \l*/ With an immortal foul ? 
 Ah ! hurry'd to eternity, 
 As fwift as time can roil. 
 
 2 I juir begin to fee ; 
 
 Ah! Lord what mall I do ? 
 How mall a wretched Tinner nee 
 From everlaOing woe ? 
 
 3 I dare no longer flay 
 
 So nigh the jaws of heil ; 
 
 Yet how to go or find ihe way 
 
 To Chrijl I cannot tell ; 
 
 4 They fay that he is kind, 
 And pities dying men ; 
 
 But how {hall 1 ths Jefus find ? 
 O tell me where or when. 
 
 *} They fay he don't deny 
 
 The trembling fouls requeft ; 
 And thofe who on his word rely 
 
 Have found immediate reft, 
 
 6 O Lord though I am vile, 
 Receive me as I awn $ 
 
B.I. HYMN 5. 8 1 
 
 Let heav'n*s immortal goodnefs fmile, 
 On me through Chrift the Lamb. 
 
 HYMN XXII. Common Metn. 
 
 Againfi lufls and carnal mirth* 
 i QJ AY men of pleafure, men of lull, 
 
 43 Who wafte your hours in vain, 
 "Why will you live, and die accarft, 
 Such beaftly joys to gain ? 
 
 2 You call your pleafures civil joy, 
 To recreate the mind ; 
 
 But foon you will your fouls deftroy, 
 As you to late will find. 
 
 3 Smali is the thread, and fhort the frep^ 
 Between your fouls and heii ; 
 
 And the next breath you may be fwept 
 .Where endiefs horrors dwell. 
 
 4 And when you take your wretched $igatj 
 Your earthly joys muft ceafe ; 
 
 Your fouls in everlafting night, 
 Far from the realms of peace 
 
 5 O that you knew in this your day. 
 What to your peace belongs! 
 
 You would not throw your fouls away 
 For a rsw carnal fongs. 
 
 HYMN XXIII. Long Metre. 
 
 The finner convinced of \ and groaning undir a 
 
 load of fin. 
 
 £ T ORD God of grace, I feel I fee 
 JLiJ My foul a ilranger now to thee ; 
 
i8 M Y M N S. B.L 
 
 A defert world I wander round 
 
 "With chains of guilt and darknefs bound. 
 
 2 Ten thoufand foes with all their rage 
 Againft my naked foul engage ; 
 
 And O ! ur.lefs thy grace employ, 
 They will O God my foul deflroy. 
 
 3 I hear thy precious blood was fpilt, 
 For to remove a world of guilt ; 
 Then let my foul thy goodnefs plead, 
 Till I from chains of death am freed. 
 
 4 Draw nigh, O blefled Cod, draw nigh) 
 And fave my ioul before I die ; 
 
 A wretched {inner at thy door, 
 One drop of mercy doth implore. 
 
 5 O Lord I cannot eafy be, 
 Until thy grace hath fet me free ; 
 Come O thou mighty Jefus, come, 
 Ancl call the trembling rebel home. 
 
 HYMN XXIV. Long Metre, 
 The fame. 
 
 V r I 1 God the great, the good, the wife, 
 JL I'll go with all my guilt and fhame ; 
 
 To heaven I'll lift my heart and eyes, 
 
 And plead the blood of Chrift the Lamb. 
 
 2 O Jefus take my guilt away, 
 
 And warn me in ihy precious blood ; 
 &\\-e me one giimpfe of heav'nly day. 
 That. I caay know the living Cod. 
 
B.I. HYMN S. i 9 
 
 3 A happy hour I ne'er (hall fee 
 Until I view thy fmiling face ; 
 
 O let me find my help in thee ; 
 
 Lord fave me by thy boundkfs grace. 
 
 4 I know thou would not me deny, 
 
 Nor fpurn me from thy gracious throne, 
 If 1 could on thy grace rely, 
 
 And caft my foul on Chrift alone. 
 
 5 But O ! this harden'd heart of mine, 
 Rejecls thy boundiefs fea of love ; 
 
 My ftubborn will, will not refign. 
 And thus in darknefs ft ill I rove. 
 
 HYMN XXV. Long Metre. 
 Againfi any feparation about non-ejfentials of re- 
 ligion among converted fou Is. 
 iT ET ev'ry foul Redeem'd from death, 
 
 JLi Keep near to their Redeemer's arms 
 Ana never fpend their time and breath 
 In warm debates for outward forms, 
 
 2 One man efteems one day to God, 
 Another ev'ry day alike ; 
 
 Yet he that wam'd them in his blood 
 Doth in their names no difference make* 
 
 3 One man eats herbs, another meat ; 
 And who his brother dares condemn, 
 
 Since ev'ry chriftian is complete. 
 And all as one in Chrift the Lamb ? 
 
 4 The Saviour's caufe is never fpread 
 By a] Sectarian name or zeal ; 
 
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oQ HYMNS. B. I. 
 
 No modes nor forms can raife the dead 
 Nor to poor fouls a Chrill reveal. 
 
 5 Ceafe then ye happy heirs of heaven ? 
 From a fe&arian zeal or war ; 
 
 Your fins are all by Chrifl forgiv'n, 
 And it is love fulfils the law. 
 
 6 O think how foon the day will come, 
 When you (hall reach the realms of peace ? 
 
 And find the fame eternal home, 
 
 Where difcords (hall forever ceafe. 
 
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 HYMN XXVI. Common Metre. 
 
 The complaint of an awakened /inner ■ 
 
 WHAT a (late my foul is in » 
 
 Nor can I e'er be bleft, 
 Without releafe from death and fin, 
 Or find a moment's reft. 
 
 2 I hear that Chrift is patting by, 
 Poor finners to relieve : 
 
 But ah ! I muft in darknefs lie. 
 Until I do believe. 
 
 3 My ftupid mind and ftubborn wilJ, 
 Chains down my foul to death, 
 
 And here I groan in darknefs itiil, 
 Without one fpark of faith. 
 
 4 O God, for my poor foul appear, 
 And make my foes fubmit ; 
 
 Unlock, unlock this prifon door, 
 And bring me from the pit* 
 
B: I. H Y "M N S. 2* 
 
 5 Pull down the pride within my heart 5 
 From blindnefs fet me free ; 
 
 May I with ev'ry idol part, 
 And give myfelf to thee. 
 
 6 O let me feel thy love divine, 
 And hear thy healing voice ; 
 
 Until I know that thou art raine^ / 
 I never can rejoice, 
 
 HYMN XXVII. long Metre. 
 
 Defiring a portion among the faints. 
 
 *£~\ WAS my lot among the faints, 
 
 ^L^ And I might all their glories {hare ; 
 Soon mould I 'ojfe thefe fore complaints, 
 Nor earihj nor hell would make me fear. 
 
 % God is their portion and their reft, 
 And they are fafe beneath his {hade ; 
 
 In him they are forever bled, 
 
 Though earth and hell their peace invade. 
 
 3 Though they are fcorn'd while here below 
 By thofe that do their Lord defpife, 
 
 Yet foon the wicked world fhall know 
 They have a friend that never dies. 
 
 4 Soon will they with their Jefus reign 
 In love on heav'n's immortal more ; 
 
 While in the'gr.lph of endlefs pain 
 The wicked fink forevermore. 
 
 Jj O God, give me my portion too, 
 Among the followers of the Lamb ; 
 
|2 H Y M N S. B.I, 
 
 Then will I bid my fears adieu, 
 And found their everlafting fame. 
 
 HYMN XXVIII. Common Metre. 
 
 An agcdfinner awakened. 
 
 if~\ WRETCHED feul ! I now begin 
 
 \^r To feel my woeful cafe ; 
 Ah ! wretch i what days I fpent in fin. 
 Rejecting God's free grace ! 
 
 2 My precious days are almoii gone 
 
 In the broad road to death, 
 And now which way can 1 return 
 
 In my declining breath ? 
 
 •2 So long with fmners I have trod, 
 
 And dsfregarded heav'n, 
 How can I think to call on God ? 
 
 Or feek to be forgiv'n. 
 
 4 Yet if I here remain I die, * 
 And fureiy fink to hell ; 
 
 Therefore I am refolv'd to try 
 While there's a who can tell.. 
 
 5 They fay his mercy yet is free, 
 To all that wiil return ; 
 
 It fureiy then would reach to me, 
 If unbelief was gone. 
 
 6 'Tis now with me the later! hour, 
 And I in darknefs dwell ; 
 
 O Jefus,'manifeft thy pow'r, 
 Or foon I fink to hell. 
 
B.I. HYMN S. 23 
 
 HYMN XXIX. Common Metre, 
 
 An awakened /inner refolved to ca/i all on Chrifl* 
 
 *(~\ WHAT a burden'd foul I be, 
 
 \^/ A Granger to my God ! 
 Yet tince I hear his grace is free 
 On hira-T'll caft my load. 
 
 2, His name is love I often hear, 
 
 And gracious is his throne ; 
 Who knows but he may yet appear 
 
 Before I am undone ? 
 
 3 He is all goodnefs ; or in hell 
 I'd funk, ah ! long ago ; 
 
 But O ! it is his bleffed will 
 To fave my foul from woe ! 
 
 4 Since long he's kept me from the grave, 
 And ftill holds out my days, 
 
 I muft believe he's free to fave 
 If I would truft his grace. 
 
 5 I'll go with all my load of guilt, 
 And fall before his throne ; 
 
 Believe his blood for me was fpilt, 
 And truft in him alone. 
 
 6 Help my belief, almighty God, 
 And fet my fpirit free ; 
 
 O walh me in the Saviour's blood, 
 And let me live with thee. 
 C 2 
 
24 H V M N K B. h 
 
 KYMN XXX. Commcn Mitre. 
 
 The world held up by God's incarnation* 
 
 iX IT THEN paradife was funk by fin, 
 
 V V Swift ruin mud enfue 
 That inftant had not God ftep'd in. 
 
 The rage for to fobdue. 
 
 2 But God that hour incarnate carnfc, 
 And in his love appear'd ; 
 
 And thus became a flaughter'd Lamb, 
 That man might be reftor'd. 
 
 3 Now earth appears with all her forms,. 
 To hole! the finking race ; 
 
 Each one furrounded with his charms 
 Of heav'ns unbounded grace. 
 
 4 All thofe are fav'd that hearths call, 
 And let the Saviour in ; 
 
 While they that will rejeel mull fall 
 In their own hell and fin. 
 
 5 And when four ihoufand years were palv 
 This God to bleed and die, » 
 
 Afiumes a body of the duft, 
 And 'pears to mortal eye. 
 
 6 Pr-fs'd as a cart is prefs'd with (heaves I 
 Behold the Saviour dies ! 
 
 And foon triumphantly he leaves 
 The grave, and mounts the fkies. 
 
 7 Ten thoufand praifes to thy name, 
 O Jeftis, for thy love J 
 
B . I. HYMN S. 
 
 And we {ball found thy glorious fame 
 Through all the realms above. 
 
 -HYMN XXXI. Short Melrt.^ 
 For Children, 
 
 aHPEACH me, O God I pjay, 
 I Tolly from fin and death, 
 
 And lead my foul in wife], rn's way 
 Now in the days of youth. 
 
 2 Convert my foul to thee, 
 By thy redeeming grace, 
 
 And give me faith where'er I be, 
 To run the Chriftian race. 
 
 3 Ten thoufand fnares attend 
 My feet from earth and hell :' 
 
 But if thou (land my coniiant friend 
 I'm iafe, and all is well. 
 
 4 Let love divine infpire 
 
 My heart with facred flame ; 
 And make it all my heart's defire 
 To love and fpread thy name. 
 
 5 Not all the joys on earth, 
 And grandeur here oelow. 
 
 With counilefs years of carnal mirth 
 Can ever blefs me fo. 
 
 HYMN XXXII. Short Metre* 
 
 The awakened firmer, 
 
 a T TAVE mercy on me Lord, 
 JL JL Remove my unbelief 
 
*6 H Y M N S. 
 
 That I may feel the living word. 
 And lofe my fear and grief. 
 
 2 My wretched fou! doth lie 
 Undone without a friend ; 
 
 But O ! if thou art paiTingby 
 Thine arm cf love extend. 
 
 3 O Lord how can I bear 
 That mod unhappy doom 
 
 Of everlafling forrows, where 
 Thy grace can never come ! 
 
 4 Come, blefled Saviour come 
 And take my guilt away ; 
 
 And let me find that happy home 
 Of everlafling day. 
 
 5 But O it is this heart of mine 
 That keeps me from thy love ; 
 
 When will my ftubborn will refign, 
 And all thefe mountains move ! 
 
 HYMN XXXIII. Short Metre, 
 An awakened youth. 
 
 iT ORD let me never go 
 
 I J The w^y the. wicked tread, 
 Them fieps take hold on endlefs woe a 
 And they among the dead. 
 
 8 O call me home ro thee, 
 
 Now in my youthful davs 
 ^nd let my life and portion be 
 In the Redeemer's ways. 
 
B. I. *l Y M N S. a 7 
 
 3 It is thy grace I ^vant ; 
 O let me tafte thy love ; 
 
 Methinks, O God, my foul doth pant 
 For pleafure from above. 
 
 4 O Jefus let me know 
 Thy kngdom in my foul ; 
 
 Thy grace can fave from endlefs woe f 
 And all my fears controui. 
 
 5 O fhall I ever be 
 
 Among the christians blefl ? 
 O Jefus take me now to thee, 
 And give my fpirit reft. 
 
 6 Then in the realms above, 
 My God I (hall adore ; 
 
 Forever folace in his love, 
 But grieve and fin no more. 
 
 HYMN 'XXXIV. Common Man. 
 
 The Same. 
 
 3 jT\ THOU that fioopM from realms of light, 
 
 V^ Whole name is life and truth, 
 Pluck me from cnains of death and night, 
 While in the bloom of youth. 
 
 2 I'm born O God, an heir of death, 
 Condemn'd by my own fin j 
 
 Time fleets away, and not a breath 
 Will e'er return again. 
 
 3 O God, redeem me by thy grace, 
 While life is in its bloom, 
 
 That I may run the chriftian race 
 'Till death commands me home. 
 
*8 H Y M N S. B. I, 
 
 4 Without thy love I am undone^ 
 And all my life h vain, 
 
 And when thefe fleeting hours are gone 
 I land in endlefs pain. 
 
 5 Have pity on me, bleffed God, 
 And take my heart to thee, 
 
 And fet me by thy precious blood, 
 From all my bondage free* 
 
 HYMN XXXV. Long Metre. 
 The firmer' s complaint and confe/fion. 
 *£*\ WHAT a harden'd wretch ami! 
 V^/ Will nothing melt my harden'd mind ? 
 
 1 hear that Chrift is palling by, 
 
 But know it not, for I am blind. 
 
 2 His bowels yearn o'er wretched man, 
 And I am call'd to tafte his love, 
 
 And yet my heart's fo hard in fin 
 I neither feel, nor melt nor move, 
 
 3 Long has he waited at my door, 
 And I a wretch as longdefpis'd ; 
 
 And now if he fhould call no more, 
 Iu endlefs death I clofe my eyes. 
 
 4 And yet' how carelefs am I flill, 
 Surrounded with important fcenes ; 
 
 G Jcfus turn my rapid will, 
 
 Remove my guilt and break my chain;, 
 HYMN ' XXXVI. Long Metre, 
 An agedfinner awakened. 
 i"^ X THAT hean can think or tongue cantc'l 
 V V How much expos'dmy fouidoih ilan<i 
 
B. I. H Y M N S. 29 
 
 Condemn'd, and on the brink of hell, 
 With threat'ning foes on ev'rv hand. 
 
 2 My fleeting hours are almoft gone, 
 And.foon I rauft refign rny breath ; 
 
 The way admits of no return ; 
 
 No hopes beyond the gates of death. 
 
 3 If once the cords of life are broke, 
 And I without a Saviour found. 
 
 My wretched foul mud bear the ftroke 
 Of death through one eternal round,, 
 
 4 How can I reft another day, 
 Condemn'd in this unguarded ftate ! 
 
 Good Lord appear, appear I pray, 
 
 And fave me though my fins are great, 
 
 5 Make bare thine arm, extend thy grace 
 Before death flrikes the fatal blow ; 
 
 And let me fee thy fmiling face, 
 Or I {hail fink in endlefs woe. 
 
 KYMN XXXVII. Long Metre. 
 
 The /inner convinced of his blindnefs. 
 
 jlT ONG have I trod the downward road, 
 ■* Ji And pray'd, but to an unknown God 3 
 And carelefs wafted every breath, 
 Condemn'd to everlafting, death. 
 
 2 I vainly thought that all was well 3 
 -When polling down the road to'hell ; 
 But now methinks in part I fee 
 How vile, and how expos'd I be. 
 
So H Y M N S. B. I, 
 
 3 Yet tho' fo far I've rov'd from God, 
 And with his enemies have trod, 
 Who knows but he may yet difplay 
 His love and take my guilt away. 
 
 4 His love is great, his grace is free, 
 Who knows but it may reach to me ? 
 
 1 yet may fmg of joys divine, 
 
 And tell the world that Chrift is mine. 
 
 5 O mould I ever be fo bieft. 
 To find that everlaftin|r reft 
 I'd leap for joy and God adore, 
 And fear the rage of heil no more. 
 
 HYMN XXXVIII- Long Metre. 
 
 For Children, 
 
 lT OOK down O God, from realms above, 
 L j And bleis me with redeeming love ; 
 While I am young, O let me know 
 A tafte ofheav'n while here below. 
 
 2 I know that I am born to die, 
 O may I now to Jefus fly ! 
 
 Lord (lamp thine image on my heart,! 
 Nor from thy ways let me defert. 
 
 3 Fain would I fpend my early days 
 To walk with God in wifdom's ways 
 Led by the Lord where'er I rove 
 To tell the wonders of his love. 
 
 4 And if thou doft on me beftow, 
 Long life and flrength while here below, 
 
B. X. HYMN S. 31 
 
 Still let thy grace infpire my tongue, 
 And praifes be my dying fong. 
 
 5 Then bring me ts my father's home, 
 With all thy iaints.in youthful bloom ; 
 To drink thy love and fing thy praife, 
 Rejoicing in eternal days. 
 
 HYMN XXXIX. long Metre. 
 Againfi drinking and profane /wearing. 
 sTTJ OLD wretch indeed ! that daies prefurae 
 JU Againft the laws of God and man, 
 Who belches out blafphemous fume, 
 And hurries down to endlefs pain. 
 
 2 Where will fuch guilty wretches flee, 
 When death {hall ftrike the fatal blow S 
 
 JIow will they bear that God to fee 
 
 Whom they blafphem'd and would not know*, 
 
 2 The drunkard now fills up his bowl, 
 And drinks till all his fenfe is drown'd ; 
 
 .But little thinks his precious foul, 
 Is to infernal regions bound. 
 
 4 O did they know how deep they wound, , 
 The r wretched poor immortal fouls, 
 
 Soon would they leave <h' enchanted ground, 
 Their carnal mirth and jolly bowls. 
 
 5 Roufe them, © God, to feek thy face^ 
 Now while there is a who can tell, 
 
 But they may find redeeming grace, 
 And 'fcape the endlefs paint of hell* 
 D 
 
3a HYMNS. B. L 
 
 HYMN XL. Short Metre. 
 ig~\ WHAT a load of fin, 
 
 \»^r Hangs on my guilty foul ! 
 In darknefs all my days I've been, 
 And fin'd without controul. 
 
 2 And now my fins arife, 
 To drive me to defpair ; 
 
 But O I hear that Jefus dies, 
 And there is pardon there. 
 
 3 Lord Jefus pardon me, 
 And give my foul thy grace ; 
 
 Expel thefe clouds and fet me free, 
 That I may fee thy face. 
 
 4 Give me immortal light, 
 And fave my foul from hell ; 
 
 Or banifh'd to eternal night 
 I muft forever dwell. 
 
 HYMN XLI. Long Metre. 
 On death. 
 
 1 QOON I muft hear the folemn call 
 
 tk3 (Prepared or not) to yield my breath $ 
 And this poormortal frame muft fall 
 A helplefs prey to cruel death. 
 
 2 Then look mv foul, Look forward now, 
 And anchor fafe beyond the floo3 ; 
 
 Bow to the Saviour's fcotftool, bow, 
 And get a life fecure in God. 
 
 g Before thefe fleeting hours are gone, 
 I'll bid this mortal world adieu ; 
 
fe. I. ft Y M N S. 33 
 
 And to tfie Lord I'll now refign 
 My life, my breath, and fpirit too. 
 
 4 Then welcome death with all its force, 
 No more I'll fear the gaping grave ; 
 
 Jefus my God, my laft refourcej. 
 
 Will reach his arm my foul to fave# 
 
 5 He will not hide his fmiiing face, 
 Nor leave me in that trying hour ; 
 
 I'll truft my foul upon his grace, 
 
 And chearful leave this mortal fhofe* 
 
 HYMN XLII. long Mttri. 
 
 The groans of an azoakened fmntr. 
 ; A SINNER, Lord, condemn'd to die, 
 jLJL Would to thy grace for refuge fly ; 
 To ihee I groan with trembling breath, 
 O fave me from eternal death. 
 t My foes, my fears, and fins unite, 
 To chain me down to endlefs night ; 
 But O ! 1 cannot think to dwell 
 In endlefs darknefs, death and hell : 
 
 $ Look down, O God, with pow'r, I pray, 
 And drive thofe awful fears away } 
 O vanquifh this infernal crew, 
 And all my foul by grace renew. 
 
 4 Then would my foul delight to. tell 
 What goodnefs doth in Jelus dwell ; 
 Since I a finner' found thy door, 
 I'd fiand and call ten thoufand more. 
 
34 HYMNS, B.. I, 
 
 HYMN XLIII. Common. Mttre. 
 
 The fame. 
 i /*"\ LORD, how dang'rous is the place 
 
 \J Where my poor foul doth ftand, 
 V/uhjall my fins, without thy grace, 
 And death on either hand ! 
 
 2. Time, like a torrent, fwift doth hurl, 
 
 And Heals ray breath away, 
 And drives me to the nether world, 
 
 Without the lead delay. 
 
 3 Soon will thefe mortal cords be broke, 
 And I (hall lofe my breath ; 
 
 Soon muft I feel the fatal ftroke 
 Of an all conq'ring death. 
 
 4 Then would it tear my bleeding heart, 
 And fill me with defpair, 
 
 If Chrift mould bid my foul depart, 
 Where hope is known no more. 
 
 5 Extend, extend O Lamb of God, 
 Thy bleiTed arm of pow'r, 
 
 Speak to my foul one faving word, 
 In this diftrefting hour. 
 
 6 O let me now redemption know y 
 And tafte immortal love ; 
 
 And let me with the people go, 
 To the bright realms above. 
 
B. I. HYMN S. 35 
 
 HYMN XLIV. Common Metre. 
 The trembling Jinner, 
 */~\ HOW I fhudder on the brink, 
 
 V-/ And groan at ev'ry breath j 
 My foul each hour expos'd to fink, 
 In everlaffing death, 
 
 2 I cannot bear to take my flight, 
 With devils down to hell, 
 
 And banifh'd from eternal light, 
 In endlefs night to dwell. 
 
 3 O fave me thou indulgent God, 
 From everlafting- pains ; 
 
 And let it flill be known abroad, 
 A god of goodnefs reigns. 
 
 4 Did not the hleft Redeemer die 
 Upon the curfed tree ; 
 
 Then why, O bleffed Jefus, why, 
 Why is it not for me. 
 
 5 O let me know the Saviour's death, 
 And feel his rifing pow'r : 
 
 When fhall I feel that word of faith, 
 And fefc the happy hour ? 
 
 6 Unvei! my heart, thou Lamb of God, 
 To fee thy grace is free ; 
 
 And let thy precious, precious blood, 
 Bring life divine to me. 
 
 HYMN XLV. Common Metre, 
 For a funeral. 
 1 Q WIFT has th' immortal fpirit fled, 
 O From this poor fenfelefs clay ; D ■ 
 
3 HYMN S. B. I, 
 
 And paft the portals of the dead, 
 To endlefs night or day. 
 
 2 Ah how amazing was the view, 
 That Hole each active thought ; 
 
 If to angelic realms it flew, 
 Or funk to endlefs night I 
 
 3 Small are the earth's amufing toys, 
 Or frowns and trials now, 
 
 If {lie had reach/d thofe perfett joys, 
 Where heav'nly armies glow. 
 
 4 Or if to awful paths of death, 
 She has herfelf inclin'd ; 
 
 How vain thofe grandeurs of the earth, 
 Or joys fhe left behind. 
 
 5 Spare us O God, and give us grace, 
 From that black gulph to flee ; 
 
 That when we end our mortal race, 
 Our fouls may reft with thee. 
 
 HYMN XLVI. Long Metre. 
 
 A Jinv.tr convinced of a hard heart. 
 
 l'TXTAS e'er a wretch fo hard as I 
 
 V V My heart will neither melt nor cry, 
 I'm griev'd becaufe no more diftrefs'd, 
 And wonder I fo eafy reft. 
 
 2 My ftubborn will, will not relent ; 
 Nor my obdurate heart repent ; 
 O might fome pow'r of love divine, 
 E'tT nielt this rocky heart of mine \ 
 
B.L HYMNS. 37 
 
 3 Come mighty God, thefe foes fubdue, 
 Form my benighted foul anew ; 
 
 O let me tafte the joys above, 
 And join to fmg redeeming love. 
 
 4 Give me one fpark of heav'nly day, 
 To fcatter all thofe clouds away ; 
 Nor fhall I ever happy be, 
 
 Till from thefe chains I am fet free, 
 
 HYMN XLVII. Long Metre. 
 
 Mail's miferabk choice and condition, 
 
 lTTTlGH was the crime, great was the fallj 
 
 .ATA And fatal was the darling blow, 
 When man with paradife and all, 
 Plung'd in a labarinth of woe. 
 
 2 Deep did the damning poifon feize, 
 The num'rous throng of human race ; 
 
 Beyond all help for their difeafe, 
 But by Jehovah's arm of grace. 
 
 3 And when redeeming love comes down, 
 By the incarnate fon of God ; 
 
 How many difregard the crown, 
 
 While others think to fpill his blood ! 
 
 4 Where God his boundlefs grace has fpread, 
 Ten thoufand fouls fink deeper ftiU ; 
 
 Beneath the curfe, among the dead, 
 Againft the Saviour's love and will, 
 
 £ While life is bounding in 'heir ears, 
 And heav'nly floods fpread all around ; 
 
3&" -HYMN S. B. I< 
 
 They turn their backs, and drown their fears, 
 And thus of choice to hell they're bound. 
 
 6 How many finners fit and hear, 
 The glorious gofpel trump in vaia ; 
 
 Sleeping in fin, they reft fecure, 
 Till they awake in endlefs pain. 
 
 1 Thoufands and tens of thoufands more 
 
 Pretend to love the gofpel found, 
 Who hold the form but hate the pow'r ; 
 
 Defpife the crofs, and lofe the crown. 
 
 8 And thus of all the finking race, 
 
 O fhocking thought ! there is but few 
 Who e'er obtain that work of grace 
 That forms the inmoft foul anew. 
 
 9 O pity Lord, thefe heirs of death 
 That lay condemn'd to endlefs night ; 
 
 Breathe O immortal fpirit breathe 
 And make them children of the light. 
 
 HYMM XLVIII. Short Metre. 
 The awakened fmner groaning for help* 
 
 1 *T HP me no longer go, 
 
 t 1 O God without thy grace ; 
 h'ly iou! is bound with guilt and woe 
 Amon^j the vileft race. 
 
 2 Death threatens all around, 
 From which I canno: flee : 
 
 No hjp, no help O God, is found, 
 But what is found in ihee. 
 
B,I. H Y M N 3. 33 
 
 3 If I ne'er tafte thy love, 
 Nor thy falvation know, 
 
 In anguifh through this world I rove* 
 Then fink in endlefs woe. 
 
 4 My life itfclf, O God, 
 Is like a troubled fea, 
 
 Unlefs I tafte immortal food, 
 For there's no joys but thee* 
 
 5 Lord, lift me from this gulph 
 Ofdarknefs and of death, 
 
 And manifeft thy bleffed feif 
 Before my parting breath. 
 
 HYMN XLIX. Short Metre, 
 
 The fame, 
 
 i T ORD I begin to fee 
 JL-J How dang'rous is my cafe % 
 
 wh3t a wretched foul I be, 
 A ft ranger to thy grace ! 
 
 % My fins O God, are great r 
 My days are almoft gone ; 
 
 1 tremble on the brink of fate, 
 
 Expos'd to endlefs pain. 
 
 3 Ten thoufand feas invade, 
 For my unguarded foul ; 
 
 And many unfeen fnares are laid 
 And rage without controul. 
 
 4 O pity, mighty God y 
 And give me living faith ; 
 
46 HYMN S. E, t 
 
 And waCh me in the Saviour's bloodf, 
 Before I'm loft in death. 
 
 HYMN L. Particular Metre. 
 
 On a form of thunder j token two trees were 
 Jlruck with lightning not far from where I fat, 
 
 1 O EE, fee what heavy clouds arile, 
 \kJ And veiling the refulgent fkies, 
 
 They fpread a midnight fhade ! 
 Uke angry bulls with rapid force 
 Spread o'er the hills with mutt'ring voice, 
 
 Doih all our tents invade. 
 
 2 Impetuous ftream's their floods difperfe 
 The meads, and vaiiies foon immeile 
 
 In trie o'erlpreading flood ; 
 Tempeftuous blafts their ftrength engage, 
 Augmenting the rapacious rage 
 
 Spread awful fcenes abroad. 
 
 3 Hark ! hark ! what thunders rend the &t. 
 While fheets of liquid nitre fly, 
 
 And burn the fulph'rous air I 
 Beneath me {hakes the h>lid ground, 
 An awful beil'wing all around, 
 
 While clouds in BkmeS appear. 
 
 4 What threat'ning dangers now refqund, 
 And gaping* graves fpread all around, 
 
 To fieze a heiplefs worm, 
 What fccnes of night, and arms of death, 
 Purfues me now at ev'ry breath 
 Amidfl ihU fiery ftorm ! 
 
B.I. HYMN S. 4* 
 
 5 A blazing bolt now rolls with ftrife, 
 And points to my unguarded life, 
 
 From which I cannot flee ; 
 But heav'n's almighty arm of care 
 Now bids the threatening bolt forbear, 
 
 And ftrike fome neighboxing tree. 
 
 £ The rugged elm now feels the ft rake, 
 A ftately trunk in fhivers broke, 
 
 While I fecurely ftand ; 
 O may the fceoe effeftual prove, 
 To fill my foul with thanks and love, 
 
 To Cod's indulgent Jband ! 
 
 HYMHy T LI. Common Metre. 
 A (inner groaning for the knowledge of Chrift* 
 *£~\ HELP a (inner, Lord I pxay, 
 %^J Before I am undone ; 
 My unbelief O take away, 
 
 And make the Saviour known. 
 
 2 I've heard thy name, but do not knoy 
 Thy love, nor who thou art ; 
 
 O let me live no longer fo, 
 But enter in my heart. 
 
 3 O {hall 1 ever tafte thy love, 
 And know that thou art mine ? 
 
 Shall I e'er find this mountain move^ 
 'And ling of joys divine ? 
 
 4 Millions of worlds would not rejoice 
 My wounded fpirit fo, 
 
 As the Redeemer's heav'nly voice 
 To fave me from my woe* 
 
4 2 M Y M N S. B. I. 
 
 4 Then would I tell the world thy name 
 
 Long as I drew my breath ; 
 And thy unbounded grace proclaim 
 
 Till life expir'd in death, 
 
 HYMN LII. Particular Metre. 
 The conducl of mojl Jailors. 
 
 WHILE faiiors bleft with w nd and tide 
 Do fafely o'er the ocean ride, 
 Cfc earful they fpend their hours in mirth. 
 But when the raging tempefls blow, 
 And yawning graves invade below, 
 They tremble on the verge of death. 
 
 2 Then to their knees the wretches Hy 
 Toifeek a friend ; they mourn and cry, 
 
 Confefs thei-r fcns, and help implore, 
 And while diMreis'd to heaven they vow 
 If God will help and fave them now 
 
 They'll tread their finful ways no more* 
 
 g But when he ftills the foamingmain, 
 And calms the furious winds again, 
 
 Soon they forget the vows they made ; 
 " Come on they fay. ye merry fouls, 
 ** We'll drown our grief zuith jolly bowls % 
 
 M Good luck has all our fears allay' d. 
 
 4 O poor returns for grace fo great 
 To wretches on the brink of fate! 
 
 Good Lord, forgive th' unhappy crew* 
 O may they now by grace reform, 
 Before the great and dreadful (loroa 
 
 Prove their eternal overthrow. 
 
B.I> HYMN S. 43 
 
 HYMN LIII. Common Metre. 
 
 An awakened Jinner convinced of the emptinejs of 
 
 all his earthly joys. 
 i r I * OO long my foul has fed on toys, 
 
 JL And gafp'd for airy good ! 
 Too long defpis'd fubftartial joys, j 
 
 And ftole the ferpent's food ! 
 
 % And now I know not where to go 
 
 To find a quick relief; 
 What can I fay, what can I Jo, 
 
 When bound with unbelief? 
 
 3 My pride is flrong, my heart is hard. 
 My eyes with fins are blind ; 
 
 I feel myfelf in prifoji barr'd ; 
 
 No freedom can 1 find. % 
 
 4 But fince thy grace is boundlefs fti!I 3 
 O God I cannot ceafe 
 
 To hope in thee ; for 'tis thy will 
 To give, poor finners peace. 
 
 5 O Jefus, touch my ftubborn heart, 
 With love andlife divine ; 
 
 My foul from all my idols parr, 
 Then (hall my foul be thine. 
 
 6 O-raife me from this grave of death, 
 And be my only friend ; 
 
 Then to thy name 111 fpend my brealb 
 Till time with me fhall end. 
 
AA H Y M N S. B» 1= 
 
 HYMN LI V. Common Metre. 
 For a funeral, 
 iTTOW nappy was the ftroke of death, 
 
 JlJl That llruck the fatal blow, 
 Thai feiz'd the poor remains of breath 
 And bid the fpirit go ! 
 
 2 How a&ive did the foul awake 
 Soon as it left the clay ; 
 
 Enveiop'd in the dufky lake, 
 Or flretch'd in heav'nly day, 
 
 3 Ah ! now fte foars her happy round 
 Within the blifsfi.l fnore ; 
 
 Or elfe in chains of darknefs bound, 
 Where hope is known no more. 
 
 4 Ah foon, ah ! foon we muft purfue 
 That foul fo lately (led ; 
 
 And foon of us they may fay too, 
 Ahfuch an one is dead. 
 
 5 Lord God awake poor finners now, 
 That they from death may flee ; 
 
 That when death ftnk-_s the fatal blow 
 They may awake with thee. 
 
 HYMN LV. Short Metre. 
 
 The firmer feeling fome thing of his fate, 
 
 y C^\ WHAT a heart have i •' 
 
 \^r How Otibborn is my wifl J 
 I cannot melt, I cannot fly, 
 Nor dare I here be ijiJJ, 
 
,B,L HYMNS. 45 
 
 2 My foul is bound with chains, 
 The gulph of ruin nigh ; 
 
 I'm threaten'd with eternal pains, 
 Yet have no heart to fly. 
 
 3 Good Lord look down I pray, 
 And raife me from the dead ; 
 
 O take my idols allaway 
 And give me living bread. 
 
 4 O might the moment come 
 When I might tafte his love ! 
 
 Call hlefTed Lord the wand'rer home, 
 And make my guilt remove. 
 
 HYMN LVI. Long Metre, 
 To profane /wearers. 
 
 i"\7"OU that profane your maker's name. 
 
 JL And eurfe and fwear without conlrpu! 
 O think in time what guilt and {name 
 
 You're heaping on your naked foul. 
 
 2 Why will you fink your foul fo far, 
 
 And choofe in hell your wretched doom ; 
 Why will yon dwell forever where 
 One fpark of hope can never come ? 
 
 3 Soon will you plunge in endjefs pain, 
 And groan beneaLh vour load of ims ; 
 
 And wifii to die but wifti m \'a»n ; 
 Your torment but anew begins. 
 
 4 O That you would be wi fe :o day, 
 And rifk your wretched fouls no niyre, 
 
46 H Y M N S. B.I. 
 
 Return and fly withoit delay ; 
 
 God's goodncfs hath no bound nor flior^. 
 
 HYMN LVII. Common Metre. 
 
 Souls defiring to know their /late in Chrijl 9 
 i ^f~\ COULD I once bat really know, 
 
 \J Tfee blefled Chrifl was mine ! 
 Or could 1 now leave ail below, 
 
 And all to God refign ! 
 
 2 Ah ! could I. Ting of jcys above, 
 And feed on angel's food, 
 
 Methinks my foul would never rove 
 For all created good ! 
 
 3 O Jefus lend thy hand to me, 
 And enter in my heart ; 
 
 And bend my foul fo fa ft to thee, 
 That I may never part. 
 
 4 Ten thouf3nd years of earthly blifs, 
 I (hot-Id efteem but fmall, 
 
 If Cbnft was mine and I was his, 
 I^or he is all in all. 
 
 5 Redeem my foul, O God from woe, 
 That I may love thy name, 
 
 And fpread (with joys) where'er I go, 
 Thy love and bleeding fame. 
 
 Sy. 
 
 HYMN LVII I. Common Metre, 
 
 A reproof of the open profane, 
 2 poor unhappy fouis that dare 
 Blafpheme againlt the heav'n*, 
 
B.I. H Y M N S. 47 
 
 Will you improve to ciwfe and fvvear, 
 Breathe for repentance giv'n ? 
 
 2 Why will you give your tongues the reirt. 
 To fin without controul, 
 
 And in eternal death and pain, 
 Plunge an immortal foul. 
 
 3 O think what loads of guilt and wrath, 
 You now are heaping up ! 
 
 And what eternal pangs of death 
 Is in your bitter cup. 
 
 4 Why will you make fuch fatal chains. 
 And chcofe the road to hell ? . 
 
 Why will you choofe in endlefs pains. 
 With wretched fouls to dwell ? 
 
 5 O turn unhappy mortals turn, 
 Forfake your ilipp'ry way ; 
 
 No longer at Jehovah fpurn,- 
 But turn without delay. 
 
 HYMN LIX. Common Metre. 
 The firmer 1 's cry token much azvakened, 
 iHnO thee, to thee O God I call 
 
 -I- In this diflrefiing hour ; 
 A beggar at thy feet I fall, 
 
 And plead the Saviour's pow'r. 
 
 2 I dare not plead my wcrthinefs, 
 
 Or that my hands are clean ; 
 But the Redeemer's righteoufnefs,- 
 
 Can cleanfe rny foul from fin« 
 E 2 
 
4 3 H Y M N S. 5. I, 
 
 3 Great is my fin, O God I know ; 
 But firtce thy love is great, 
 
 Why fhould eternal death and woe 
 Be my unhappy fate ? 
 
 4 O help me with redeeming love ; 
 Djfplay thy grace divine ; 
 
 My guilt and darknefs, Lord remove, 
 And let my foul be ihine. 
 
 HYMN LX. Long Metre. 
 
 The fame. 
 % * i * O thee O God, I fain would cry, 
 
 JL And to thy grace for refuge fly ; 
 Beneath my load of guilt I groan ; 
 O make thy boundlefs mercy known. 
 
 2 My heart is bound with chains of fin ; 
 O what a guilty wretch I've been ! 
 Lord let me in thy gocdnefs find 
 Relief for my difireifed mind. 
 
 3 Though I have fin'd, thou <£nft forgive ; 
 Though I am dead, Lord make me live ; 
 Though I am wounded, heal my wound 
 And though I'm loft, let me be found. 
 
 4 Then will I fpread thy name abroad, 
 And tell the gpodnefs of my God ; 
 Sinners may come and lade the fame, 
 And join to praife thy worthy name* 
 
B; h H Y M N S. 49 
 
 HYMN LXI. Long Metre. 
 
 A [inner beginning to fee. his fins. 
 i T OXG have I drove my flefh to pleafe^ 
 
 _jf. a And flept in- fin and carnal eafe ; 
 "Wailing mv moments, life and breath 
 In the broad road to endlefs death, 
 
 2 But now my fins begin to rife 
 Like guilty mountains to the fkies ! 
 And all I fee is desth and woe ; 
 
 G whither, whither fhail I go, 
 
 3 They fay the Saviour's grace is free ? 
 And l;ke an overflowing fea, 
 Therefore I'll rife and fleep no more 3 
 So nigh the black infernal more. 
 
 4 I'll go to God with all my fhame. 
 And cart myfelf upon the Lamb ; 
 Who knows but he may mercy Oiow 3 - 
 And fave me from eternal woe ?" 
 
 HYMN LXII. Short Metre, 
 
 The fame. 
 
 GOOD Lord what thai! I do 
 With this hard heart of mine ? 
 Where (hall a blinded finner go 
 To find fome help divine ? 
 
 2 No mortal arm can give 
 
 My dying foul relief; 
 Without thy grace 1 cannot Hve^ 
 
 Nor find a moment's peace* 
 
SO H Y M'N Se 3. I, 
 
 3 I was not made in vain ; 
 Nor can I bear to be 
 
 Confign'd to everlafting pain ; 
 Since I was made for thee. 
 
 4 I (land upon the brink 
 
 And know not where to fly ; 
 Lord help my foul before I fink ; 
 O fave or elfe I die. 
 
 5 Thy grace no limits knows, 
 Nor hath thy lo\w a bound ; 
 
 1 cannot from thy footftool go 
 
 'Till I have mercy found. 
 
 6 O come thou blefTed Lamb, 
 Redeem my foul from hell ; 
 
 That I may iearn thy glorious name, 
 And in thy bofom dwell. 
 
 HYMN LXIII. Long Metre. 
 
 The awakened fmner enquiring after Chrifi,. 
 
 l^l V~LL a poor foul that I may £nd, 
 
 JL Where is the faviour of mankind ? 
 And let me fee his fmiling face 
 That I may know and fing his gTace. 
 
 2 Ye foll'wers of the heavenly Lamb, 
 Who're bound to fpread his bleeding fame/ 
 O, if you can I pray you tell 
 
 Where dolh your blefied Jefus dwell ? 
 
 3 O let me know that T my flee; 
 
 To him, and your bell friend may fee 5 
 
B.. I. HYMN S> 5^ 
 
 Nothing caninake my foul rejoice 
 Until I hear his faving voice. 
 
 4 O could I find his bleflfed feet, 
 There would I choofe a humble feat ; 
 There would I choofe to fpend my days;,- 
 Enjoy his love and fpread his praife. 
 
 5 O thou that pafleth by my door, 
 To give falvation-lc the poor, 
 Since thou doft Mailings freely give, 
 O fpeak that my poor foul may live 
 
 6 I cannot bear to let thee pafs, 
 Without a portion in thy grace ; 
 O let my foul no longer rove, 
 
 A fl ranger to redeeming love. 
 
 HYMN LXIV- Common Metre, 
 
 The finnzi* s lamentation. 
 
 2 fT~\ WHAT a poor benighted mind, 
 
 \^f And harden'd heart have I ] 
 Where fliail I go foine help to hnd ? 
 I know not where to i:y. 
 
 2 The foil'vvers of the Lamb declare, 
 They once in chains were bound ; 
 
 But now in facred joys they fnare, 
 For Jefus they have found. 
 
 3 They afk my foul to {hare a part, 
 In their Redeemer's love ; 
 
 But O this hard, this wretched heart, 
 Will not believe nor move. 
 
52 H Y M N S. B. 1. 
 
 4 And mull I wafte my moments fo, 
 Without one moment's peace, 
 
 Like an. abandon'd vvand'rer go, 
 Till praying days {hall ceafe ! 
 
 5 Mu ft I ne'er have a moment's refl ? 
 Nor fee a joyful day ? 
 
 Or will the Lord e'er make me bleft, 
 And take my fears away ? 
 
 6 O thou whofe grace I've long refus'd ? 
 For my deliverance come ; 
 
 O let that goodnefs long abus'd, 
 Yet cali (he mourner home. 
 
 HYMN LXV. Long Metre. 
 
 The finntr groaning after Chrijl. 
 
 JESUS fnaill eveV be 
 
 Redeem'd from death, bound up in the? 
 Shaii I e'er fee thy (mi ling face, 
 And feel thy love and ung thy grace ? 
 
 2 O mig'nt I ever fee the day, 
 
 When thefe black clouds were chas'd away, 
 And I fhould feel a voice divine 
 But tell mc ihat the Lord was mine ; 
 
 3 Thou fjnner's friend, O : fpeak the woid, 
 And manifeft thou art my Lord ; 
 
 Give me one tafle of facred lovej 
 Then will I fing of joys above. 
 
 4 Lord vvi;h thy children let me be, 
 
 ;.n bcundiefs love made one with thee 3 • 
 
B.I. H Y M N S. s$ 
 
 Withfireet delight I lhould adore 
 My God where fin is known no more, 
 
 HYMN LXVI. Long Metre. 
 Ike fame. 
 
 1 T_TOW long lhall I in darknefs go, 
 
 X X Through {hades of death & florros of woe I 
 How long {hall I a ftranger be, 
 Unto myfeif, O God, and thee ? 
 
 2 I feel fo bound with chains of death, 
 I mourn, and groan at ev'ry breath ; 
 Can neither love, nor pray, nor praife. 
 And thus I wafte my fleeting days. 
 
 3 O will the Saviour ever come. 
 And call a wretched finner home ? 
 Will- he e'er take thefe clouds away., 
 And turn my midnight, into day ? 
 
 4 I long the happy hour to fee, 
 When from thefe chains I (hall be free % 
 When I {hall find a heav'nly peace, 
 And all roy guilt and forrow ceafe. 
 
 HYMN LXVII. Common Metre, 
 
 The diftrejfed foul. 
 
 >/~\ WHAT a heart, a heart of {lone, 
 f\^J' And load of guilt I bear, 
 Seeding for help but finding none, 
 And bofd'ring on defpair. ! 
 
 2 I mourn beneath my heavy load, 
 And think I want releafe j . 
 
54 K Y M -N S. B. h 
 
 But fomething keeps me from my God, 
 And bars my foul from ueace. 
 
 3~It's hard to bear tbefe pangs of death. 
 
 And lug thefe heavy chains ; 
 And yet for want of afting faith 
 
 •My burden ■ftiii remains. 
 
 4 O might I never, never reft 
 l^nlefs I find relief ; 
 
 Lord pity me a foul diflreir, 
 A.nd cure my unbelief. 
 
 5 O take me, take me from this gulphj 
 And fet The pris'ner free ; 
 
 Lord give rry foul ihy beffed feif, 
 And take my foul to thee. 
 
 6 Methinks ten thoufand ihanks would rife 
 From mv poor flamm'ring tongue ; 
 
 And when ail mortal vigor dies, 
 Still Chrift would be my fong. 
 
 HYMN LXV1II. Common Metre. 
 The danger and vanity cf the world 
 l A D1EU vain world, with all your gain, 
 jM~\. And voar amufmg iovs ; 
 Inouidndi have plung'd in endlefs pain 
 
 For your deceitful jovs. 
 .2 Though long I'vehugg'd your dang'rous mirth, 
 
 Your charms I now difdain ; 
 Your plead pg fcenes lead down to death, 
 And ev'ry joy's a chain. 
 
B. I. H Y M N S. S5 
 
 3 You cannot give a moment's peace 
 In a diftrefling cay, 
 
 O might your ftrong delufion ceafe, 
 And fweep no mere away ! 
 
 4 Divorce my heart O God of love, 
 From ail thefe earthly charms ; 
 
 And while this defart world I rove^ 
 Secure me in thy arms. 
 
 5 My mortal life, G God engage 
 To love thee as ray all ; 
 
 And when I quit this mortal ftage, 
 My foul to glory call. 
 
 HYMN LXIX. -Long Metre. 
 
 On dzatii, 
 
 iQOQN fhali I feel the pangs of death 
 .8k5 Rack all my frame and flop my breath ; 
 Prepar'd or not my foul mud go 
 And bid adieu to all below. 
 
 2 Think G my foul, where mail I land, 
 In hell, or heav'n at Chrifi's right hand ; 
 Soon (hall I fink in keen defpair ; 
 
 Or in angelic glories, {hare. 
 
 3 Fly now -my foul while time doth laH 
 Into the ark, the glorious Chrift ; 
 Then welcome dea^h, he can but come, ] 
 Aed call the mourning pilgrim feome, 
 
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5& H Y M N S. B. I, 
 
 HYMN LXX. Common Metre. 
 
 Determined (and encouraging others J to Jet the 
 
 luavenly Jhore. 
 
 1 A^IOME ye that are refolv'd to fee 
 \^S The blefl immortal Qiore, 
 
 Chnit will oar firength and leader be 
 Till ev'ry florm is o'er. 
 
 2 And when all earthly joys (hall ceafe* 
 And mortal life (hall fail, 
 
 In oceans of eternal peace 
 Our happy foul fliall fail. 
 
 3 O hippy, happy realms of love, 
 Where we with God {hall be, 
 
 And all the glorious fctnes above 
 Is Chrifi for you and me. 
 
 KYM\ T LXXI. Particular Metre, 
 The finner fenjible of his need of keljt, 
 i ^^\ I aTT » bound with iron chains ! 
 \^f How can I endure my pains ; 
 Conicience like a troubled lea ; 
 
 1 a ft ranger Lord to thee. 
 
 2 Came thou finners friend I pray, 
 Come and rake thefe chains away ; 
 Hills of guilt O God remove, 
 
 O diffoive my heart with love. 
 
 3 Since thou didfl for fmners die, 
 Save a wretch fo vile as I : 
 Warn me in redeeming blood ; 
 
 Be my Saviour and my God. 
 
B. I. HYMNS. ^7 
 
 4 Let me not in darknefs rove, 
 Since thou art all light and love ; 
 Since thy boundlefs grace is free, 
 jLet one drop extend to me. 
 
 HYMN LXXII. Particular Mtire. 
 The fame. 
 •»"T1TTHAT. a wand'ring wretch am I, 
 
 V V Loft but knows not where to fly • 
 Yet they fay that grace is free 
 Offer'd by the Lord to me. 
 
 2 O it is my rtubborn will 
 Bars me from falvation ft ill ! 
 Jeftrs help me to believe, 
 Grant my foul a guiek reprieve, 
 
 3 O my foul, go not to hell, 
 Since 1 may in glory dwell ; 
 Jefus for me fpent his breath, 
 Has no pleafure in my death. 
 
 4 Otber fouls his love have felr, 
 Wiii it not my hardnefs melt ? 
 O that I might ever know 
 'Joys that chriftians have below ! 
 
 5 Lord 1 '\\ call myfelf on thee, 
 Give thy glorious felf to me ; 
 Stay no longer from my heart, 
 Enter in and never part. 
 
 HYMN LXXIII. Long Metre, 
 The viifery of living without God in the world. 
 lT TNHAPPY fouls that never knew, 
 V-' The bleft Redeemer and his iove ; 
 
$3 HYMNS. B. I, 
 
 They are condemn'd and ftarving too, 
 Whate'er they do, where'er they rove, 
 
 2 This mortal world with all its joys 
 Compar'd with food and joys divine, 
 
 Are all but fhades and empty toys, 
 And all their glories foon decline. 
 
 3 But Jefus is a lafting feaft, 
 And folid joys that will endure : 
 
 And thofe that of thefe riches tafte, 
 Will thirft for other ftreams k.o more. 
 
 HYMN LXXIV- Long Metre. 
 A confejfion of living without X2od 9 ^ 
 l A GUILTY iiarving wretch I be, 
 JT\, Wafting my days without the Lord L 
 Ko happinefs on earih 1 fee, 
 Nor can I find immortal food. 
 
 2^ Lord point me to the living way, 
 And let me tafle of joys divine ; 
 
 And let my foul no longer ftray, 
 To feed on huiks among the fwine. 
 
 3 Too long with finners I have trod, 
 And yet I thought that all was well ; 
 
 Q fave me now almighty God, 
 Before my foul awakes in hell. 
 
 HYMM LXXV. Long Metre. 
 
 Not willing to live without a real knowledge of 
 
 an inierefi in Chrift. 
 l "T ORD how unhappy is my Hate, 
 m j Not knowing if in thee or no ! 
 
B. h HYMN S. 59 
 
 My hopes are fmail, my fears are greaf, 
 And thus I wade through feas of woe, 
 
 2 O break- my hand then heav'nly Lamb j 
 R.emove my fears my fins forgive ; 
 
 ^O let me feel t by facred name, 
 
 And know that thou doft in me live* 
 
 3 I long to find thee in my heart, 
 And feel my Joul from bondage free ; 
 
 JO might I live (and never part) 
 
 With thee, O bleffed God, with thee 1 
 
 HYMN LXXVI. Common Metre, 
 
 'N° 
 
 No happinefs without CJiriJt. 
 peace O Jefus ! but in thec 3 
 
 Then O how wretched muO.I be 4 
 •If I no Saviour find ! 
 
 2 Millions of years of earthly b!ifs ? 
 Is but an empty toy ; 
 
 And all created good will ceale, 
 To give one .drop of joy. 
 
 3 But O I hear that in the Lord 
 Is all my foul doth need : 
 
 Lord let me tafte that living food, 
 And from my chains he freed =, 
 
 4 Give me that life, or I mud be 
 In everlalling pain ; 
 
 But if I am brought home to thee # 
 in glory Lihali reign. 
 F % 
 
Co H Y M N S. B. I. 
 
 HYMN LXXVII. Short Mtire. 
 De firing the fpirit of God to rtdura from death* 
 a r I A HY fpirit Lord, alone, 
 
 JL Can my poor foul releafc ; 
 O make thy boLindlefs goodnefs known, 
 
 And give my confeience peace. 
 
 2 Come heavily dove, Ipray, 
 And melt my harden'd heart ; 
 
 O break rhefe fatal bars away,. 
 And bid my fears depart. 
 
 3 O might thy healing pov/'r 
 Once give me life divine ; 
 
 Lord haflen on the happy hour, 
 When I (hall know thee mine. 
 
 3 Then in thy bonndiefs grace 
 
 I would forget my pains ; 
 And while I run the chriftian race 
 
 Would joi-n the heav'nly flriin. 
 
 HYMN LXXVIH. Short Metre. 
 
 The pita fin y thought of being once among the 
 
 fins of God. 
 i/"\ CAN if ever be 
 
 \J That I (haiJ be fo bleft, 
 
 To Hud myfeif from bondage free. 
 
 And With God's people reft V. 
 
 2 Chrift is the joy of heav'n, 
 
 And life of faints on earth ; 
 Lord bv.ee this life is freely giv'n, 
 
 -Redeem my foul from death, A 
 
B'.t. H Y M- N"S a . 61 
 
 3 I feci myfelf in fchains, 
 
 But groaning to be free j 
 Yet none can e'er remove my pains, 
 
 Almighty God. but thee. 
 HYMN LXXIX. Particular Metre. 
 The groans and confejion of a conviEttd Jinnert, 
 
 1 A WAKE my foul, gaze and wonder, 
 XjL That the Lord fo long doth wait, 
 
 To redeem my foul from under 
 
 Countiefs fins enormous weight ; 
 Jefus calls me, Jefus calls me, Jefus calls me, 
 
 Yet to $y to mercy's gate. 
 
 2 But thou know% almighty Saviour, 
 I'm fo blind I cannot fee ; 
 
 Unbelief flili flights thy favor, 
 
 When thy grace is offer'd free ; 
 O relieve- me, O relieve me, O relieve me,,- 
 
 From this death and mifery. 
 
 3 I begin to fee my danger, 
 
 Tei! me, Lord, what (hail I do ; 
 To thy love I am a Granger, 
 
 Whither, whither fhali I go ? 
 O redeem me, O redeem me, O redeem nre 3 
 
 Save my foul from end iefs woe.. 
 
 4 I have long thy gofpel flighted, 
 And rejected all thy pow'r ; 
 
 When thy love my fo.ji invited, 
 
 Unbelief hath bard the door y 
 Jefus help me, Jefus h^lp me, jefus Kelp BKf 
 
 In this moil diHreffing hour. 
 
6a H Y M N 5, E. h 
 
 HYMN LXXX. Long Man, 
 
 Thir fiing after a knowledge of Chrijl. 
 
 iTTT THEN (hall 1 know my foul doth ftand 
 
 V V Secure in the Redeemer's hand ? 
 When {hall I tifte of Joys divine, 
 t% And know the Lamb of Cod is mine ! 
 
 2 *My fleeting hours without delay 
 Are herling my poor fou! away ; 
 My irtind is dark, my fins are great.; 
 O wretched, wretched is my ftate I 
 
 3 Have p^Ly, O ! almighty God, 
 And fpeak but one confirming word ; 
 O ! let me know, and let me fee 
 My life is his with ChriH in thee. 
 
 HYMN LXXXI. Short Metn. 
 
 Thijlnner groaning to God for help* 
 
 i/~\ V. HEN will Jefus come, 
 
 \^/ And my poor foul relieve ? 
 
 When (ball I find that heav'nly home, 
 
 And make his name my theme ? 
 
 2 I muft away to God, 
 
 And plead his boundlefs grace ; 
 O I let me leare the finners road, 
 And run the cbriftian race, 
 
 3 O I could I find the way, 
 I'd dweli where Jefus is ; 
 
 I'd fear to everlaOing day. 
 And drink immortal blifs* 
 
B. I. H Y M N S. 63 
 
 HYMN LXXXII. Short Metre. 
 tT TpOW long, Lord, niuft I wade 
 
 jL JL Through thefe dark fcenes of woe ? 
 O ! be my Saviour, and my aid, 
 Let me thy goodnefs know. 
 
 2 Thy bleeding band alone 
 Can give my fpirit peace ; 
 
 O take and keep me near thy throne, 
 Till mortal life {ball ceafe. 
 
 3 Then on the verge of death, 
 When I mull take my flight, 
 
 To thee I'd yield my gafping breath, 
 And leave thefe {hades of night. 
 
 4 Then mourning hours {hall ceafe, 
 And ftorms of death be o'er, 
 
 And I fiiall find a lafting peace,. 
 On the immortal more. 
 
 HYMN LXXXIIT. Commtn Metru\ 
 
 The vanity of the world. 
 : "\T^ longer will I feek for Joys, 
 X^l Among the fcenes of time, 
 Your higheft fumtnit are but toys ; 
 There's nothing here fubiime. 
 
 2 In all my friends, though near and deafj 
 J>Jo comfort can I fifctf ; 
 
 Nor all the kingdoms far and near, 
 Can fill my hungry mind. 
 
 3 O let me then away to God, 
 
 Tis he alone can feed, ' 
 
^4 
 
 HYMNS. 
 
 b.i, 
 
 My ftarvirrg foul with heav'nly food, 
 And that is all I need. 
 
 4 Lord Jefus be my friend and joy, 
 
 And life, v;here'er I be ; 
 Ten thoufand worlds I'd count a toy, 
 
 If I could live with thee. 
 
 £ Ah ! could I climb for folid blifs, 
 
 I'd reach the courts above ; 
 To dwell in light where Jefus is, 
 
 And folace in his love. 
 
 HYMN LXXXIV. Common Metre, 
 
 A reproof to the carnal. 
 x A WAKE, arife, ye carnal fouls, 
 Jl\. No longer wafte your breath 
 In carnal joys, and fenfuai bowls, 
 So near eternal death. 
 
 2. Ye little think thofe hours you fpend 
 
 In laughter and in mirth, 
 Will bring all pleafures to an end, 
 
 And clofe in endlefs death. 
 
 3 Then he that made you will deleft, 
 Your nature and your name ; 
 
 Who might have been forever ble.ff, 
 With heav'fls immortal fame. 
 
 4 O turn ye poor deluded men, 
 And feek for joys above ; 
 
 Why will you chpofe eternal pain, 
 Before eternal love ? 
 
B, I. H Y M N S. 6 3 
 
 HYMN LXXXV. Common Metre. 
 The groans of an awakened (inner. 
 l"% TILE wretch I am, where fr.all I flee, 
 
 V To hide my guilty bead ; 
 My fins I fee! and here I be 
 In regions of the dead; 
 
 2 O Jefus hear the rebel cry, 
 And fpeak one word of peace ; 
 
 To thee with all my fins I fly, 
 And plead thy boundlefs grace* 
 
 3 I come before thy mercy feat. 
 My guile with (hame confefs ; 
 
 O help a beggar at thy feet, 
 Thou fon of nghteoufneis. 
 
 4 There's none hut Jefus can reprieve, 
 With his almighty pow'r ; 
 
 O help me, help me, to believe, 
 In tin's diftreffing hour, 
 
 HYMN LXXXVI. long Metre. 
 On death. 
 HILE the fwift wings of time doth fly 
 
 'W H l 
 
 Loufe up my foul, rtretchev'ry tho'f, 
 This world with all its joys muft die, 
 And every mortal fcene be fnort. 
 
 2 Soon mud I leave this houfe of flay, 
 
 And instantaneous take my flight 
 To the bright realms of endlefs day, 
 
 Or dowa to everlauing night. 
 
66 H Y M N S. B, \ t 
 
 3 O for a blefied Saviour nigh, 
 To help in that important hour, 
 
 To waft my foul above the fky, 
 By his almighty arm of pow'r ! 
 
 4 But if no (Thrift how dark the day, 
 
 When fhudd'ring o'er'th' important brink {J 
 Helplefs and guilty hnrl'd away 
 In everlafling pains to fink. 
 
 5 Lord help me now to take my flight 
 From darknefs and the charms below ; 
 
 feal my life in realms of light, 
 Before death ftrikes the fatal blow. 
 
 6 Then welcome death to call me home, 
 To heav'niy jox's with God my friend ; 
 
 Where ftorms and fins can never come, 
 And all my -fears fti all have an end. 
 HYMN LXXXVII. Long Metre, 
 An awakened firmer. 
 
 1 f~\ FOR fome hand that can relieve, 
 ~\J A foul from everlafling pains I J 
 
 O could I but in Chrift believe, 
 
 To loofe me from thefe heavy chains. 
 
 2 But O thefe bars they chain me down, 
 While guilt torments my wounded brcaft ; 
 
 Ten thoufand foes befet me round, 
 And I without one moment's reft. 
 
 3 Thus bound with unbelief I go, 
 JuH on the brink of endlefs death ; 
 
 Without-a friend and do not know 
 But I muft fink at the next breafk 
 
B.I. H Y M N- S a 67 
 
 4 I pray, I cry, but's all in vain, 
 No help nor refuge can I find ; 
 There's nothing doth remove my pain ? 
 Nor eafe my poor diftreiTed mind. 
 
 5 O Jefus give my foal relief, 
 And bid the rage cf hell to ceafe ; 
 Remove thefe bars of unbelief, 
 
 And give my guilty conference peace* 
 
 6 O mi^ht I once rejoice in thee, 
 As my chief good, my only friend, 
 How -b left in lime my foul would be ! 
 And bleft when mortal days (hall end. 
 
 HYMN LXXXVIII. Long Metre. 
 The Same. 
 'i"j" ORD what a wretched foul I am, 
 
 R ^ Without a knowledge of thy grace I 
 A itranger to :he bieedisg lamb, 
 And watd'ring in a wildernefs. 
 
 2 Loaded with guilt "* n#urning go, 
 Trembling with fear a'" ev'ry breath 
 O God redeem my fdul fiom woe ( 
 Before I clofe my e<j es in death. 
 
 g O touch my heart with love divine, 
 Subdue my 'heart, ai>d turn my will ; 
 That I may find falvation mine, 
 And Soar away to Sion's hill. 
 
 4 Let me once fee the happy hour, 
 When- thefe ilron^ bars of death faail qjoycF 
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86 H r M N S. B. I, 
 
 I will rejoice, and fmg thy pow'r, 
 And tell the wonders o\ c thy love. 
 
 HYMN LXXX1X. Common Metre, 
 On man's jirj? rebellion. 
 il^TO more we'll talk cf Adam's Cn # 
 
 Jl\| Imputed to his foil's, 
 Since all the num'rous race have beet* 
 Once aftive in his loins, 
 
 2 Once they werG all in Eden £oo 9 
 To ftand or fall of choice ; 
 
 And all that Adam did or knew 
 Was all his children's voice* 
 
 3 Freely they a£ted ail as one. 
 And ilruck the fa lal blow ; 
 
 What Adam did they all ha\ve dofi£, 
 Thus all were piung'd in yoe. 
 
 /». One man in a?;or was not made, 
 
 For uncreated men : 
 But breath of live« in him wars laid 
 
 The countiefs miliions*fn. 
 
 5 O God forgive th* unhappy crew ; 
 
 Repair the fa^ai ffroke ; 
 The fecond Ada-r. can renew. 
 What the Mr ft Adam broke. 
 
 HYM.V XC. eomiaki Metr?. 
 The azo ahened fmn-ir, 
 i jf~\ WHAT a poor u.;happy foul, 
 
 \^ Bene3ih a gloomy veiJ ! 
 My guilt like Horms of fury roll* 
 And ail my pleafures hil.' 
 
£. i. H Y M ft s. 6 9 
 
 2. I feel ray foul bound down wAth chains^ 
 And bars of unbelief ; 
 
 1 mourn in darknefs and in pains, 
 
 But cannot find relief. 
 
 3 Long have I fought a better frame 
 
 To fit my foul for God, n^v 
 
 But ftili as dark and vile I am, 
 And nothing moves my load. 
 
 4 O could I now with all my guilt, 
 But venture, Lord, on thee, 
 
 Soon would that biood for finners fpilt, 
 Redeem, and fet me free. 
 
 HYMN XCI. Long Metre, 
 Theftnner groaning for help. 
 i{~\ WHAT a load of guilt I feel I 
 
 \^ / Jail on the verge of death and hell J 
 Who can relieve from this diftrefs, 
 And bring me from this wildernefs ? 
 
 2 Created arms are ail in vain 
 A dying firmer to regain ; 
 Mountains refufe to hide my woe 
 While endiefs ruin yawns below. 
 
 3 O mighty God, extend thy pow'r, 
 To help in this diftrefiing hour ; 
 My ftorms of grief can never end, 
 Until I know thou art my friend. 
 
 4 Jefus I 5 d come With all my guilt, 
 
 To the rich ftreams which rhou haft fpilt ; 
 Help me to venture on thy name, 
 That I may know and love the Lamb* 
 
-o 71 Y M N S. B. I, 
 
 5 Ogive me fight that I may fee 
 
 A friend at band, whofe grace is free ; 
 
 ! that I did this Jefus know, 
 To fave ine from eternal woe ? 
 
 HYMN XCII. Long Metre. 
 
 Th> [inner convinced of his blindnefs* 
 
 1 T? REELY I hear the Son of God, 
 
 JL? For wretched tinners fpilt his blood ; 
 But I no Chrift can feel or fee, 
 for other finners or for me. 
 
 2 In midnight darknefs here I dwell, 
 While other fouls of glory teii ; * 
 They fay they feaft on joys above, 
 But I'm a Granger to their love. 
 
 3 O could I think it ne'er would be, 
 When I fuch myfteries mould fee ; 
 Methinks it would expel my fear, 
 And dry my eyes from ev'ry tear. 
 
 £ND .OF THE FIRST BOOK, 
 
HYMNS, 
 
 AND 
 
 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 
 
 BOOK II. 
 
 Chiefly confijling of goffcl invitations^ and & 
 
 free falvation. 
 
 HYMN I. F articular Metre, 
 
 A free falvation by the death of Ckrijl^, 
 i Tk7"E Tons of Adam lift your eyes, 
 
 JL Behold how free the Saviour dies, 
 
 lo fave your fouls from hell ! 
 There's your creator and your friend ; 
 Believe and foon your fears (hall end, 
 
 And you in glory dwell. 
 
 2 Doubt not his word his grace is freQ ; 
 Believe he died and calls for ye, 
 
 And your poor fouls fhali live : 
 Can free falvation be deny'd, 
 When in his dying groans he cry'd 
 
 li Father their fins forgive." 
 
 3 Believe and feel his boundlefs love ; 
 It foon will bear your fouls above, 
 
 To peaceful realms on high ; 
 He fwears as certain as he lives, 
 His hand a free falvation gives 
 
 Why firmer will ye die ? 
 G 2 
 
7^ -H Y M N S. B.II* 
 
 4 Will you defpife the vaft renown, 
 And choofe defpair before a crown ? 
 
 O have eternal joy ! 
 Receive a kingdom in your heart, 
 Of life and joy, that ne'er will part ! 
 
 Nor earth or hell deftroy. 
 
 HYMN II. Particular Metre. 
 Acknowledging the goednefi of God in ajreefaU 
 
 vatidn. 
 iTMMORTAL honors to the King, 
 JL Who did a free falvation bring ; 
 
 Let the whole world receive his grace, 
 Immortal crowns are freely giv'n ; 
 The joy-3 of heav'n, the joys of heav'n, 
 
 Are frze for all the fallen race, 
 
 2 Let all the world falvation know, 
 E-ternal bleffings freely flow, 
 
 From the Redeemer's dying love, 
 Freely he bore the finner's weight, 
 His love fo crreat, his love fo areat, 
 
 To brin<x us -to the realms above, 
 
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 3 Ail glory to his name be giv'n, 
 By nil on eanh and all in heav'n, 
 
 To the eternal Prince of Peace ! 
 Let anthems through the realms above, 
 Re found his love, refound his love, 
 In ftrains divine ihdt never ceafe ! 
 
 HYMN HI. Common Metre. 
 Wkzn met for zvorjkip. 
 i/"X MIGHT our fouls this day enjoy 
 %^jr The prcfenci or- the- Lord 1 
 
B.II. H Y M N S. 73 
 
 Then would it be our fweet employ 
 To fpread his grace abroad, 
 
 2 Lord Jefus let u-s find thee near, 
 And hear thy charrfling voice ; 
 
 Let the immortal Dove appear, 
 And make our hearts rejoice. 
 
 3 O may the gofpel feaft be fpread 
 This day for ev'ry foul ; 
 
 Come heal the fick ; come raife the dead ? 
 And make the wounded whole. 
 
 4 O come thou heav'nly (hepherd, come. 
 To this fmall flock of thine, 
 
 And call the wand'ring people home, 
 To drink of ftreams divine. 
 
 5 Expel the (hades, O God, we pray. 
 From ev'ry weary mind ; 
 
 And a fmall glimpfe of heav'nly day, 
 Let ev'ry mournerjind. 
 
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 HYMN IV. Common Metre, 
 
 The fame. 
 COME ihou Lamb of God, we pray, 
 
 And meet us with thy grace ; 
 Take all thefe clouds of death away, 
 And let us fee thy face. 
 
 2 Vv T ithout thy .light we cannot fee 
 
 The wonders of thy. love ; 
 
 ;0 fst us from cur forrows free, 
 
 ^.And bear our minds above* 
 
74 H Y M N S. g. H 
 
 3 Thy fpirit with its healing fiamc, 
 Can all our woes deftroy, 
 
 And the fweet wonders of thy name 
 Fill ev'ry heart with joy. 
 
 4 Melt ev'ry heart, Ioofe ev'ry tongue, 
 By thy redeeming grace, 
 
 And ev'ry to-ngue {hall raife a fong 
 To thine eternal praife. 
 
 HYMN V. Common Metre. 
 
 BAfocieiy rejoicing in the paver of God. 
 LEST be the name that's poured forth 
 As ointment to our wounds \ 
 This day the Lord defcend's to earth,' 
 And ev'ry foe confounds. 
 
 2 We've found it happy to attend 
 The worfnip of our God ; 
 
 He like a father and* a friend, 
 Has fed us with his word. 
 
 3 Our fouls have known the joyful found 
 And feen the Saviour's face ; 
 
 And every hungry heart has found 
 The fweetnefs of his grace. 
 
 4 Jefus remembers al! his faint's 
 And feeds i hem with his word : 
 
 He knows their farrows and complaints 
 And will relief afford. 
 
 5 His bowels with companion yearns, 
 O'er ev'ry mourning foul ; 
 
 And when the trembling loul ret afrit, 
 
 He makes the wounded whole. 
 
JE5. XL HYMNS. 75 
 
 HYMN VI. Long Metre. 
 The go/pel call. 
 a^~\ TURN ye prifoners of hope, 
 %^Jr That feel the weight of unbelief, 
 Lo the ftrong hold can bear you up, 
 And give your captive fouls relief. 
 
 2 He came in love to help the poor, 
 
 And pities finners in diftrefs ; 
 He opens wide the prifon door, 
 
 By his incarnate nghteoufnefs. 
 2 The jubilee trumpet now doth found? 
 
 Goev'ry foul from bondage free ; 
 Believe what other fouls have found, 
 
 Is offer'd now poor foul to thee. 
 
 4 Down to your door the Saviour came. 
 
 And freely doth his pity move ! 
 Eternal goodnefs is his name^ 
 
 His nature is unbounded love, 
 
 HYMN VII. Common Metre, 
 A call to the carelefs. 
 l^T'X THY will ye die, O wretched man, 
 
 V V And choofe the way to hell ? 
 Jehovah offers you a crown, 
 
 And you with him may dwell. 
 
 2 Turn, torn unhappy fouls return, j 
 Accept eternal peace, 
 
 Why will you at the Saviour fpurn, 
 Who offers you his graee ? 
 
 3 Whv will you hug your cruel chains^ 
 And. load your fouls with guilt ; 
 
• ?6 HYMNS, B.II. 
 
 Jefus has come to bear your pains, 
 For vou his blood was fpilu 
 
 4 Will you reje£l eternal joy, 
 
 And love divine defpife ; 
 Or why will ye youcfelves defiroy, 
 
 W'hen Jefus for you dies ? 
 
 HYMN VIII. Particular Metre. 
 For the fpreading of the go/pel. 
 *Tj ISE O thou bright and morning ftar, 
 JlV And fpread thy kingdom near and far, 
 That nations may thy name adore ; 
 Let millions of the faiien race, 
 From heathen lands thy love embrace", 
 To found thy fame foreverraore. 
 
 2 O may the conquefts of thy word, 
 Caii kings and nations round thy boaro* t 
 
 To feel and praife thy lovely name I 
 Let ev'ry mortal own. their king, 
 Thy goodnefs tafte and join to fing ; 
 
 All -'worthy, worthy is the lamb. 
 
 3 Roll on, O God the happy hour, 
 When all that will fhall feel thy pow'r, 
 
 And know thy freedom to redeem ; 
 We long to fee whole nations throng, 
 And ev'ry land and ev'ry tongue, 
 
 Make thine eternal love their theme. 
 HYMN IX. Particular Metre 
 The go/pel trumfct . 
 l A LL hail ! ail hail ! methinks a fear 
 Xa The gofpel found rhe jubilee year 3 
 
S. II, H Y M N S. iy 
 
 Behold tj.e great MefTiah's come ; 
 He comes v/iih pity in his eyes, 
 And bows j*nd groans and bleeds, and dies, 
 
 To briney poor wand'ring finners home, 
 
 o. Roufe ai! ye carelefs fouls attend 
 The call of your eternal friend ; 
 
 Kis bleeding bands are ftretch'd for you £ 
 He'il wafli you in his precious blood, 
 And bring jour wretched fouls to God, 
 
 Heal ail your wounds and love you too, 
 
 3 Now is th" tine the prince of peace, 
 From chains and darhncfs gives releafe, 
 
 And fets .the guilty pris'ner free ; 
 O finners hear the favionr's voice, 
 Rejoice ye rE.ourm.ng fouls rejoice, 
 
 Come and Relieve he died for ye. 
 
 4 O thinh he jdied that you may iive # 
 His lib'ral hand free pardons gi*e, 
 
 To ev'ry poor returning foul ; 
 Sinners awake, why will ye die ? 
 Fly to the bleft Redeemer, fly, 
 
 Before your moments ceate to roll. 
 HYMN .X. Common Marti 
 An invitation to the .iojpdfeaJl c 
 3 gf TURN ye dying fons of men,, 
 
 %^/ And bid your fear-; adieu ; 
 T\?. jamb of God endures your pain, 
 A<\^ bleeds and dies for you. 
 
 * ToJaV he fprsads the gofpd feafl, 
 For e#r [ff fcuugW foul ; 
 
7 S HYMNS. B, II, 
 
 O come and welcome, come and fafle, 
 Its free without controui, 
 
 3 He'll feed you with immortal bread 
 And give you living wine ; 
 
 Come ev'ry foul who would be fed ? 
 The banquet (hall be thine. 
 
 4 His bowels with compafiion yearns ; 
 And bids your foul rejoice ; 
 
 O come ye welcome fouis return, 
 Ar.d make a glorious choice* 
 
 5 O come enjoy eternal blifs, 
 And with this Jefus reign ; 
 
 Say wretched (inner will not this 
 Be glory, and your gain ? 
 
 HYMN XI. Common Man. 
 
 Met for zoorjkip. 
 fT TERE in the presence, of 
 
 Jl! We've met to feek thy face ; 
 iC let us feel th' eternal word, 
 And feaft upon thy grace. 
 
 2 O may this be a happy hour 
 
 To ev'ry mourning foul ; 
 IDifplzy thy love mak£ known thy pew'r 
 
 And make the wouoded whole. 
 
 g O may a fpark of hcav'r.iy fire 
 
 Each ftupid foul enflamc 
 And facr^d love our tongues infers 
 
 To praife thy worthy name. 
 
 our God , 
 
B. 14. HYMNS. ^ 
 
 4 Let ev'ry foul the Saviour fee, 
 
 And tafte his love divine ; 
 And every heart forever be 
 
 United Lord with thine. 
 
 HYMN XII. Long Metre. 
 Sinners invited to ChHJt.. 
 iQlNNERS behold the Saviour (lands, 
 ,0 With pardons in his* bleeding hands^ 
 To court you from the jaws of heli, 
 That ycu in perfe& biifs may dwell. 
 
 2 His fpirit, with its healing pow'r, 
 Stands knocking pleading at your door ; 
 He'll bind the wounds that fin has made ? 
 And heal the fick, and raife the dead. 
 
 3 O fi:fie not the heav'nly voice, 
 But hear and in his name rejoice ; 
 Attend the call, his love embrace, 
 And taite the fweetnefs of his grace. 
 
 4 He'll be your father and your friend, 
 Your heart fnali fing your forrows end ; 
 He'll feed you with immortal love, 
 And bring you to his courts above. 
 
 HYMN XIII. Long Metre. 
 The goodnefs of God calls upon fir.ners, end de- 
 clares his grace is free. 
 1 A WAKE ye fons of Adam's race, 
 
 JTjL And the Redeemer's call embrace % 
 His bowels doth wi'h pity yearn. 
 His goodnefs calls you to return* 
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So HYMN g. B. II 
 
 2 He keeps yovi from the pains of hell, 
 And in his arms would have you dwell *, 
 You daily live upon his hand, 
 
 While mercy lengthens out your fpan. 
 
 3 O do not flight his grace no more, 
 Nor drive his g.oodncFs from your door } 
 Return or foon in hell youMl rue, 
 Your utter iefs and folly too. 
 
 4 Can you defpife the realms above,. 
 And trample on Jehovah's love ? 
 
 O turn ye wretched fouis from fin, 
 While heav'n invites, and enter in. 
 
 HYMN XIV. Common Metre* 
 ChrijVs love displayed in his death. 
 
 i"T "K THO can, or dares refufe to love^ 
 V V 'I he bleeding lamb of God, 
 
 That from the glorious realms above, 
 Difplays fuch gtace abroad ? 
 
 2 He dies, he dies, and bows his head 
 Upon the fatal tree, 
 
 To raife poor finners from the dead, 
 And let the pris'ners free. 
 
 3 O was theFe ever love like this 
 To rebels doom'd to hell ! 
 
 Or was there ever ftrief like his I 
 X I is pain no tongue can tell. 
 
 4 'Wake ev'ry foul with fvvect furprif;!, 
 And bid your fears adieu ; 
 
B.IX. HYMN S. 3i 
 
 The mighty Saviour freely dies 
 for you poor fouls, for you. 
 
 HYMN XV. Long Mz{rc. 
 A call to the car&ltfs, 
 i A WAKE unfeeling fouls, awake, 
 Jt\. Your dafig'rous t>ed of {loth forfa&e j 
 And fly to Jefus while there's hope, 
 Or foon in endlefs pain you'll drop. 
 
 2 The Saviour's come, his bowels yearn, 
 And bids your dying fouls return ; 
 
 He bleeds, he groans, and dies for you ; 
 His name and nature calls you too. 
 
 3 O think before you lofe your breath, 
 How can you bear eternal death ? 
 
 Jufl on a precipice you dwell, 
 And all beneath is death and hell. 
 
 4 Jefus the Lord yet waits to give 
 Eternal life, Oturn and live ; 
 There yet remains a zoho can tell, 
 But you may yet in glorv dwell. 
 
 HYMN XVI. 'Common Metre. 
 The call of the go/pel. 
 
 1 O INNERS arife, you're call'd away, 
 i3 By your eternal friend ; 
 
 Come and receive his grace to day, 
 And all your fears (hall end. 
 
 2 The Son of God is at your door, 
 And knocks with bleeding hands j 
 
 jO do not flight his grace no more, 
 Can you fuch love wiihftand ? 
 
Zz H Y M N£. B. II; 
 
 3 O roufe ungrateful mortals roufe, 
 And let the Saviour in ; 
 
 O think the great Jehovah bows, 
 To bear your load of fin. 
 
 4 O hear that foul-tranfporting voice, 
 " i will your sins forgive, 
 
 ."!>< me eelieve, in me rejoice, 
 ** And you with me shall live." 
 HYMN XVII. Common Metre. 
 A tall to mourning firmer s. 
 2 "T" "TO ! all ye wand'ring fons of men, 
 
 i JL Who grieve without the Ion, 
 Who feel your clanger and your fin. 
 And End yourieives undone ; 
 
 2 Forget your grief behold the Lamb 
 Is come to bear vour load ; 
 
 He'll clcanfe your fouls from guilt and fname. 
 And make you fons of Cod. 
 
 3 Fear not, fear not you mourning fouls 
 For Jefus is your friend ; 
 
 He's come to make your fpirtts whole, 
 And caufe your grief to end. 
 
 4 Though earth and hell againft you rage, . 
 Yet if you truft this love, 
 
 His mercy will for you engage, 
 His word fhali never move. 
 
 HYMN XVIII. Particular Metre. 
 A free falvation proclaimed. 
 l A LLhail, all hail ye fons who dwell, 
 XjL Jull an the verge of death, and bell ; 
 
£,II. H Y M N S. % 
 
 Behold your mighty Saviour's come ; 
 
 To day he fpreads his arms abroad, 
 
 Inviting finnerj, home to God ; 
 
 Come mourning fouls, .with Jefus dwell* 
 
 2 Unbounded goodnefs waits for you, 
 To lieal your wounds and feed you too ^ 
 
 Yv^ith life and joys that are divine ; 
 Come ev'ry foul attend the call, 
 The Lamb of God invites you all ; 
 
 Q hear, and Jefus .{hall ce thine. 
 
 3 He's bid his fervants aH declare 
 His grace is free and you may mare 
 
 In joys beyond what tongue can tell j 
 No longer hug your unbelief, 
 Believe in him and find relief ; 
 
 He's come to iet the pris'ners free, 
 
 4 Sinners no more rejeel his call ; 
 He's life, he'* peace, he's all in all \ 
 
 O come and fliare his boundiefs love ; 
 If once^ou knew the glorious theme, 
 And drank of the delightful fiream. 
 
 You'd choofe your all in realms above,, 
 
 5 O hear the heav'niy charmer's voice, 
 Now is the time to make your choice, 
 
 And reign eternal ages bleft ; A 
 
 No longer court your earthly blifs,; 
 There is no joy compar'd with this -j 
 
 O some and have eternal reft* 
 
 H.2 ~. 
 
34 H Y M N S. B. It 
 
 6 Why will yoa to destruction go ? 
 Say will you have this Chrift or no ! 
 
 This day he calls and v/aits for you ; 
 He'ii bad you to the rearms above, 
 Afid feed you with immortal love, 
 
 Andgwe you joys forever new. 
 
 .HYMM XIX. Long Metre. 
 An advice to a young convert . 
 
 3 A RISE O youth, v;ith all thy foul, 
 
 Jf\. And fpread your dear Redeemer's name : 
 Nor ceafe while fleeting moments roll, 
 To found his well deierved fame. 
 
 2 Go in ffee nai?*e of (Thrift your Gcd, 
 
 Shake oir the world, and bear the. crofs ; 
 Je"fus will be thy fir re reward ; 
 Nor fha.il your labors e'er be loft. 
 
 g He*-- be . his ptecfdtfs blood. 
 
 And wrote ti.y name above the fkres ; " 
 
 He'il be thy father and thy God, 
 
 When fun and flars diffolve and dies. 
 
 4 Then ev'ry pew'r, and ev'ry thought, 
 May fhout through all the realms above ; 
 
 JBuc then you never can exhort 
 
 Poor finr.ers to your Saviour's love. 
 HYMN XX. Common Metre. 
 A reproof for the prefanefzocarers. 
 
 HOW d.iring is the wretch profane^ 
 Whofe tongue doth hcav'n defy,, 
 
 To five aloofe, his hcllifli reicri 
 " ° 
 
 la oaths of blafphsmy i 
 
B, II. H Y M N S. Sf 
 
 2 Soon would deflruction be their fate, 
 And they among the dead 
 
 If only what they imprecate 
 Should fall upon their head. 
 
 3 Where Will thofe daring wretches flee 
 Their naked fouls to hide ; 
 
 When that eternal God they fee, 
 Whom they fo long defy'd. 
 
 4 Spare them, O God, ncr let them fall 
 On the dire fword they draw, 
 
 Or foon thofe weighty fins will gaul, 
 <• And !ofs forever gnaw. 
 
 5 O turn ye cruel fouls return, 
 And to the Saviour fly, 
 
 Before in your own fins you burn, 
 Where pains can never die. 
 
 HYMN XXI. Short Metre. 
 Chriji dying for fmners, 
 i IT OS ANN A to the Lamb 
 
 JLjL Who gave his life fo free ! 
 -He groan'd beneath my guilt and {hame s 
 Nail'd to the painful tree. 
 
 2 Kis body rack'd and torn, 
 His foul beneath the load, 
 
 Prefs'd like a cart, ah ! hear him groan-, 
 84 Why am I left -my God ?" 
 
 3 Yet while he bleeds and clies, 
 To take our guilt away, 
 
 With groans unto his father cries, 
 -" fargive thsm Lord I-prayS\ 
 
66 H Y M N S„ J5. XL 
 
 4 O break my rocky heart ! 
 
 The bars of death remove ! 
 Adore his name, and ne'er forget 
 Such mod amazing love. 
 
 HYMN XXII. Common Metre. 
 Ajlonijhed at Chrijl's love. 
 
 1 TV/T ^ *° u ' arnaz '^j * ees l ^ e ^left Lamb, 
 
 JLV-L From his bright realms above, 
 Come down to bear my guilt and Hume, 
 And feed rae with his love ! 
 
 2 O can it be that jefus dies 
 For fuoh a wretch as I ! 
 
 And now he'll raife rae to the fkies, 
 Where I fhall never die* 
 
 3 O tell me, Jefus, can it be, 
 That thou haih borne my guilt, 
 
 O yes, my foul it was for thee 
 His precious blood was fpilt. 
 
 4 O Lord, methinks I feel thy love, 
 And long to love thee more ; 
 
 Long as I live wh«re e'er I rove, 
 Let me thy name adore. 
 
 5 Let me be feal'd upon thy breaS, 
 And ravnli'd with thy name, 
 
 And in the realms of glory reft, 
 Where I fhall praife the Lamb* 
 
 6 F<*r as I know my unful heart, 
 I think I want no more, 
 
 Bound up with thee and never part, 
 Wh;ls eudlefs^ears endure^ 
 
B. II. • HYMN 5. tf 
 
 HYMN XXIII. Mori Mdr<. 
 On the name of JESUS. 
 
 1 TESUS we love thy name, 
 
 I And thee we will adore ; 
 And when we feel this heavenly flame ? 
 We long to love thee more. * 
 
 .2 Thy name is all our truft ; 
 
 Thy name is folid peace ; 
 Thy name is everlafling red, 
 
 When other names (hall ceafe» 
 
 3 There raviuVd with thy name. 
 We never more (hall rove ; 
 
 There found thy everlafting fame, 
 And iolace in thy love. 
 
 4 Thy name fhall be our praife ; 
 Thy name fhall be our joy ; 
 
 Thy name through everlafting days, 
 Shall countlefs throngs employ, 
 
 HYMN XXIV- Long Metre. 
 
 The Prince of Peace riding vidoriouJly a 
 
 JESUS thy gofpel armour gird, 
 To fpread abroad thy gracious fame, 
 i^ide in the chariot of thy word, 
 
 And teach the dying world thy name. 
 
 2 Triumph in mercy through our land, 
 And caufe the poor dry bone to move \ 
 
 Difplay thy love, make bare thine hand.,-. 
 And teach immortal fouls thy loye. 
 
&8 HYMNS. B. IJ, 
 
 3 Here's fome immers'd in {hades of night. 
 And fome involv'd in deep diflrefs ; 
 
 O fend fome rays of facred light, 
 And ev'ry mourning frnner blefs. 
 
 4 Here's fome that's deaf, and fome that's blind, 
 And fome that's wounded with their fins j 
 
 They mourn and rove fome help to find, 
 Yet do but more increafe their pains, 
 
 5 Here's fome that feeds their heavy chain, 
 And others fenfelefs of their woe ; 
 
 Some captive fouls where fatan reigns, 
 Some loft and knows not where to go. 
 
 6 Some much in debt, with nought to pay, 
 Condemn'd and into prifon caft, 
 
 And wall'wing in their filth they lay, 
 All hopes aiid helps but thee are loft. 
 
 7 Here's fome that mourns a flupid mind, 
 And fome that's lame, and fome that's dead ; 
 
 Some fick, and can no comfort find, 
 While others beg for crumbs of bread. 
 
 PAUSE. 
 
 8 Come in, thou great Phyfician, come, 
 Thou that delight 5 1 S to help the poor ; 
 
 Get to thyfelf a glorious name, 
 At thy expence work ev'ry cure. 
 
 9 " I come, faith Jefus, lo, I come, 
 " To help the poor is my delight ; 
 
 4i Lcve is my narure, love my name ; 
 . " My help is free hoth day and night 5 
 
B. II. HYMN 5. ; B 9 
 
 10 " Bring all your moftey now to me, 
 
 " Your weak, your wounded, bound and pop? 
 Si Rebels and pris'ners I will free, 
 C( The worft of all difeafes cure. 
 
 li " I'll labour at my own expence, 
 " Cancel all debts and pay thp coft j 
 
 *' And give my bond for their defence, 
 " That not one patient {hall be loft. 
 
 42 {£ I'm bound by my own love to be, 
 
 " Phyfician and a father too ; 
 /' A friend to ail eternity, 
 
 ** What more can I propofe, or do ?" 
 
 1 1 Enough, O Lord, and we adore 
 Thy wifdom, pity, and thy love, 
 
 Thou giVil thyfeif, we affc no more 
 Now we may reign with thee above 
 
 24 Let all the fons of- men rejoice, 
 And join to learn thy precious name ; 
 
 And ev'ry heart, and ev'ry voice 
 The wonders of thy love proclaim. 
 
 ^5 Let faints and angels join above, 
 
 The glories of thy name to fing, 
 \Vhi!e the fweet wonders of thy love, 
 
 Makes all the heav'nJy arches ring. 
 
 l6 Let all creation join as one, 
 
 Through endlefs years thy love proclaim 
 
 While facred echoes, cry Amen, 
 Axrco, all wprthv is the Lamb J 
 
9 o H Y M N S. B. II, 
 
 HYMN XXV. Common Metre. 
 On the death of Chrijl. 
 jQ EE how the great Mefliah bleeds, 
 jO Stretch'd on the curfed tree ; 
 And in his dying groans he pleads 
 For thee, my foul, for thee. 
 
 2 Hark how his dying groans refound, 
 
 In cutting pangs of death ! 
 The fun, the rocks and foh'd ground, 
 
 Feels his expiring breath. 
 
 2 Ah ! "how he groans beneath my woe, 
 
 Drefs'd in a gore of blood ! 
 All nature feels th' enormous blow 
 
 Of an expiring God. 
 
 4 But foon he conquers death and hell, 
 Rides to the courts alove ; 
 
 Let ail created fyftems tell 
 The wonders of his love. 
 
 5 O lovely Jefus feeding friend, 
 Fain would my fpirit (bar, 
 
 In fhouts of praife (hat never end, 
 Thy goodnefs to adore. 
 
 HYMN XXVI. Long MeUCr 
 
 A call to the youth., 
 
 AWAKE, awake, O youth arife 
 Behold thy friend, the Lamb of God, 
 Hangs bleeding on the crofs, and dies, 
 To wafa you in his precious blood. 
 
£. II. H Y M N S. 
 
 2 For thee he left the realms of light, 
 And deign'd to clothe himfelf in clay ? 
 
 To fave you from eternal night 9 
 And bring you- to eternal day. 
 
 3 Long" years of grief he's waded through^ 
 And then concludes his days in pain ;] 
 
 And all, O precious youth for you, 
 
 That you with him in heav'n miaht rei^n.; 
 
 4 Kis dying groans calls thee away, 
 From all thy vain amufing charms ; 
 
 O fly dear youth, without delay. 
 Into his wide extended arms. 
 
 5 How can you tread the ways of death, 
 When Jefus groans beneath your fins ? 
 
 Can you defpife his praying breath, 
 
 And loao" his wounded foul with pains ? 
 
 6 Will not his groans your fpirit move. 
 Nor all his kindnefs reach your heart ? 
 
 Will you defpife fuch bleeding love, 
 Before you wiil with Idols part. 
 
 *j Will you rejecl his boundlefs grace, 
 And choofe the downward road to hell ? 
 
 Or join with that redeeming race, 
 
 Who will with him in glory dwell ? 
 
 8 Fain would he make you ever bleft 
 And feed you with immoral lovs, 
 
 And give you everlafting reft 
 In his eternai realms above, 
 I 
 
92 HYMN S. B. II, 
 
 PAUSE. 
 
 9 Now is the time to make your choice, 
 Rejett and fink in endlefs night •, 
 
 Or hear the waiting Saviour's voice, 
 And dweli in everlafting light. 
 
 10 O think how {hocking is hie doom, 
 Of thofe that chool'e (he way to hell ; 
 
 But O how bleft -are thofe that come 
 To Chriflj and in his glory dwell ! 
 
 1 1 What are the greateft joys on earth, 
 But empty {hades, and treach'rous toys ? 
 
 Then be intreated, precious youth, 
 To leave them for eternal joys. 
 
 12 If you embrace the Saviour's love, 
 You'll find his ways are paths of peace % 
 
 And rei iT n in the fweet realms above, 
 Where fongs of joy {hall never ceafe. 
 
 13 But if you choofe the way to hell, 
 And ftill defpife that precious name, 
 
 With endlefs curfes you muft dwell, 
 Cloth'd with eternal guilt and fhame. 
 
 14 The Saviour waits now at your door, 
 Say, finner whither will you go, 
 
 To blifs or pain forevermore ? • 
 
 Say, will you have this Chrift or no ? 
 
 HYMN XXVII. Common Mdr-e, 
 
 JVken met for worfhip. 
 
 1 T iSUS let not thy ^race delay, 
 
 J To meet us with thy love .; 
 
B.II. HYMN S. 93 
 
 Drive interpofing clouds away, 
 And make our guilt remove. 
 
 2 Come in with pow'r to ev'ry foul,, 
 O thou immortol dove ; 
 
 Make ev'ry wounded fpirit whole, 
 With thy redeeming love. 
 
 3 We long to meet our God to day, 
 And tafte thy grace divine, 
 
 That every foul with joy may hy 9 
 *' My Lord my God is mine." 
 
 4 What do we hear without thy grace, 
 Obleffed Lamb of God ? 
 
 'Twill be a dark and tirefome place, 
 Unlefs we feel thy word. 
 
 5 Here's fome that pants, O God to fee 
 Thy face, and tafte thy love ; 
 
 O fpeak, and bring us near to thee, 
 And make our doubts remove. 
 
 6 Jefus infpire each heart and tongue, 
 To learn thy precious name ; 
 
 Redeeming love ihall be our fong, 
 And we thv love proclaim. 
 HYMN XXVIII. Particular Mttrc. 
 On the death of Chrijl, 
 i"^X7*HAT folemn groans are thofe I hear,. 
 V V It's like fome bleedino- vi&im near : 
 
 o * 
 
 From Golgotha methinks they rife ; 
 Ah ! tis the Saviour bleeds iot me, 
 For me, for me, for mc, for me, 
 
 He bows his head and groans and dies* 
 
54 H Y M NS. .3. II, 
 
 2 Angels, heboid your maker God, 
 Nail'd to the tree now drefs'd in blood, 
 
 That he might fpread his boandlefs grace ■; 
 Adam with ail your fons behold 
 BeMd, beheld, 'behold, behold, 
 
 The Saviour of your guilty race. 
 
 3 All drefe'd in purple gore he hangs, 
 In agonies, and dyir.g pangs ; 
 
 Ai)d praying gafps th' expiring breath s 
 Freely the great Mefliah dies, 
 He dies, he dies, he dies, he dies, 
 
 To fave immortal fouls from death. 
 
 4 Think Q ray fo:l, how can it be, 
 
 The king of glory bleeds for thee ! 
 
 Behold, behold thy Jefus die ! 
 How great thy goodnefs, O my God J 
 My God, my God, my God, my God, 
 
 To bleed for fuch a wretch as I ! 
 
 HYMN XXIX. Particular Metre. 
 
 Met to fcar tHh gofpcL 
 
 1 T „SU3 with thy gofpe' fwor^, 
 
 I In the chariot of hy word, 
 5*..Je thy hounriiefs grace to ipread ; 
 Heal the fie!;, and raife the dead. 
 
 2 We hav^ come to leek thy love ; 
 Without thee we cannot move ; 
 Lord we cannot be deny'd, 
 
 Cone and we Ciali be iuppiy'd. 
 
K II. HYMN' S. 95 
 
 3 Keav'nly king our foes deftroy, 
 Turn our grief to facred joy ; 
 Make our guilt and death remove, 
 Fill us with redeeming love. 
 
 4 We can never happy be, 
 Till thy blefTed face we fee ; 
 We (hall find no fo!>d reft, 
 Till we lean upon thy breafL 
 
 5 Lovely Jefus let us be, 
 
 Heart and foul bound op in thee ? 
 Then with joy we will ^proclaim, 
 Worthy, worthy is the Lamb. 
 
 HYMN XXX. Long Metre. 
 Giving Godfpeed to his heralds, 
 3 /""^ O forth ye heralds of the Lord 
 
 V_^* Your matter's worthy name to fpreaH, 
 Gucl on the armour of his word, 
 To heal the fick and raife the dead. 
 
 2 Go tell the world that Jefus reigns ; 
 Let Jew and Gentile nations know 
 
 The Saviour's come, and teach the Srains 
 That angeis fing.to worms below. 
 
 3 Defy the frowns of earth and hell, 
 Difdaining all created blifs ; 
 
 Your portion doth in Jefus dwell, 
 And you by fclsmn vows are his. 
 
 4 Lean on your mafter as you go ; 
 
 Your heart and tongue, and life engage,, 
 
 I 2 
 
95 H V M N S. Bo It. 
 
 Nothing but Jefus Chrift to know, 
 Long as you tread this mortal (rage, 
 
 5 The great Jehovah is your friend, 
 And bound to lead you on your way, 
 
 Till all your labors here (hall end, 
 Then bring you to eternal day. 
 
 6 May thowfands b.y your faithful hands, 
 Be led to that immortal more ; 
 
 Poflefs with you the promls'd lanes 
 
 Where florms of death (hail beat no more, 
 
 7 A glorious crown you then (hall wear, 
 With heralds on the blifsful plains ; 
 
 And we with you in glory (hare, 
 Amen, amen, our Jefu 
 
 us 
 
 HYMN XXXI. long Metre. 
 The waters troubkd. 
 i T.'SUS' the Lord is palling by 
 
 J Gird with his fword upon his. thigh ; 
 Lot i like a prince in grandeur tread, 
 H s fvord a ila ne, hijs garment red. 
 
 2 " I die the mighty Saviour cries, 
 H A willing ar;d full facrific.e ; 
 
 il Behold the "blood my veiter flains, 
 ,{ Tokens of love from all my veins. 
 
 3 " With joy I came from realms above.,. 
 *• To teach the world redeeming love ; 
 
 " And freely groan'd upon the tree, 
 11 To f-C -be word of rebels free. 
 
.B. II. HYMNS, 97 
 
 4. i( And now behold I'm palling by, 
 44 My grace is free my power is nigh ; 
 <{ I ever, was, and ftili th.2 fame, 
 4i My nature love, and love my name. 
 
 5 "' Now gather ail your needy race, 
 
 *' And point them to my courts of grace, 
 *' Tell them it is my foul's delight, 
 4i 'To fave t'fiem from eternal night. 
 
 6 Si They frail find help that come to me,. 
 " The deaf, (Kail hear the blind (hall fee, 
 
 " The lame fliall leap, the dead (hall raife, 
 " And f..jhs and groans bs turn'd to p.rarfe, 
 
 7 " Your greateft foes I will defiroy, 
 
 *• An d ilaves releas'd {hall leap for joy ; 
 
 ** Poor. fouls (hat io-ng,were bound in chains,. 
 
 " Shall rife and Ting immortal '(trains-, 
 
 8 " My name it is the Prince of Peace, 
 * ; I love to make all for rows ceafe ; 
 
 " I love to do the finn^rs good, 
 
 {; And warn the guiky in my blood." 
 
 HYMN XXXII., Long Metre-.. 
 
 Thanks for earthly blejjings, and improving them 
 
 in the cav.je of Chrijl. 
 i/^IOMZ pilgrims feet us-pr-aife the hand 
 \^ That leads us through this barren land 
 
 o 
 
 The lirength he give? our earthly frame, 
 Mufcali be fpent to fpread his name. 
 
 2 Our earthly bieiTings we'll improve, 
 And bear: and tongue to fpread his love ; 
 
98 H Y M N S, B. II. 
 
 And while we tread this mortal road, 
 He'll flill go on to do us good. 
 
 3 Then when we q;iit this mortal fhore, 
 And we (hall want this earth no more, 
 He'll bring us ail around his board, 
 
 To feafl upon eternal food. 
 
 4 O then ten thoufand thanks fhaM raife, 
 "Where glerv (limes in perfed blaze ; 
 To him that gave his life fo free, 
 
 For you, O pilgrims, and for me. 
 
 HYMN XXXIII. Long Metre. 
 
 The pilgrims rejoicing, 
 
 3 /^l 3ME pilgrims lift your joyful ftrains t . 
 
 \^/ Remember your Redeemer reigns ; 
 He na<; defcended from above, 
 And fed us with immortal love. 
 
 2 Our mourning fouls hare feen his face, 
 And felt the power of gofpel grace ; 
 
 He is our friend, and always nigh 
 To raife our fouls with joy on high. 
 
 3 Let ev'ry heart, and ev'ry tongue, 
 With joy unite the heav'nly fong ; 
 Praife him who fpilt his blood fo itee % 
 But gave his life for you and me. 
 
 4 'Twas freely he fuflain'd our lofs, 
 And nail'd our forrows to his crofs ; 
 And groan'd and died benea'h our ioadj 
 To give our fouls a life with God, 
 
S. II. H Y 2 M N 3, -; 9 
 
 5 O.let us mount la-realms above, 
 And fmg the wonders cf his love ;. 
 Let ev'ry foul unite as one, 
 To input his praife with loud Amen. 
 
 HYMN XXXIV.. Long Metre, 
 For a revival &f religion. 
 j/^\ JESUS, come, thy kingdom fpread, 
 
 \*Jt Through the'fe dark regions of the deadj 
 Caufe ienfelels fouls to hear thy voice. 
 And in thy bcundl'efs love rejoice. 
 
 2 O caufe the triumph of our king, 
 Through all our villages to rmp- : 
 
 And with delight we'll fpread thy namej 
 Long as we feet the heav'niy flame. 
 
 3 Poor fouls long bound in iron chains, 
 Shu!! hear the echo of our ftrains ; 
 And then we'll point them out to God,. 
 On Calvary ail drefs'd in blood. 
 
 4 And may the' heathen nations know, . 
 The chufhans have aheav'n below ; 
 And.:monarchs bow and join tQ.iisgj 
 That- Jcfus is the only kint» !~ 
 
 HYMN. XXXV. ° Long Metre. 
 
 At a iruzrriage, when there is no carnal mir tJi 
 i\ /f^Y Jefusblefs- the mutual bands, 
 
 X*JL. And heav'niy w^fdom bind your hands, 
 By love divine make one in heart, 
 Till death all mortal ties mail part. . 
 
 2 Then to the realms of perfect light,, 
 May you both take your joyful flight y r 
 
loo HYMN S. B. II. 
 
 Find Chrift your hufband and your friend, 
 When earthly friends and lovers end. 
 
 3 There one you'll be with Chrift in heav'n ; 
 None marry'd there, nor marr'age giv'n ; 
 But like the angek of the Lord, 
 
 To feaft around his heav'nly board. 
 
 4 Then fhall our joys be all divine, 
 The waters all turn'd into wine : 
 And each be found a welcome guefl, 
 To join the everlafting feaft. 
 
 HYMN XXXVI. Common Metre, 
 
 A prize to be obtained. 
 
 lT ORD help me fo to run the race, 
 
 JL-rf That I may once obtain 
 
 A crown among the heirs of grace, 
 
 And with my Saviour reign, 
 
 a O may I now by faith arife, 
 
 And find my fins forgiv'n ; 
 That I at ieaft may {hare a prize, 
 
 In all the joys of hea'vn. 
 
 3 There let me once behold thy face, 
 O thou my only friend ; 
 
 And ihout thy love, and (hare thy grace, 
 Where fongs (hall never end. 
 
 4 High wafted on the realms of light, 
 Beyond all fenfe of pain ; 
 
 Jefus dial! be my whole delight, 
 And I with him fliaU reign.- 
 
B. II. HYMNS. to* 
 
 HYMN XXXVII. Common Metre. 
 
 Chriji inviting firmer s to his grace. 
 
 1 fc MAZING fight, the Saviour ftands, 
 j[jL And knocks at ev'ry door ; 
 
 Ten thoufand bledings in his hands, 
 For to fupply the poor. 
 
 2 ll Behold faith he, I bleed and die, 
 To bring poor foi\Js to reft ; 
 
 Hear finners while I'm pading by, 
 And be forever bleft. 
 
 3 Will you defpife fuch bleeding love, 
 And choofe the way to hell ; 
 
 Or in the glorious realms above, 
 With me forever dwell ? 
 
 4 Not to condemn your finking race, 
 Havel in judgment come ; 
 
 JBut to difplay unbounded grace ; 
 And bring loft linners home. 
 
 5 May I not fave your wretched foul. 
 From fin, from death and hell ? 
 
 Wounded or fick, I'll make you whole, 
 And you with me fiiall dwell. 
 
 •■£ Say will you hear my gracious voice, 
 
 And have your fins forgiv'n ? 
 Or will you make a wretched choice, 
 
 And bar yourfelves from heav'n ? 
 
 ■*] "Will you go down to endless nighf^ 
 And bear eternal pain ? 
 
•id* H Y P M tf SI B, II.- 
 
 Or dwell in everlafting light, 
 Where I in glory reign ? 
 
 8 Come now before I go, 
 
 While I am palling by ; 
 Say will you marry me or no ? 
 
 Say will you live or die." 
 
 HYMN XXXVIII. Long Metre. 
 
 The mourning foul an/tiered by Chriji. 
 i"T II THERE, faiih the mourner is this Chrift, 
 
 V V That calls the hungry to a feaft 
 Where is rhat grace proclaim'd fo free ? 
 Say, herald, point the way to me, 
 
 2 If, as you fay he fpilt his blood, 
 To bring immortal fouls to God ; 
 Then tell me, teit me where I'll go, 
 To find if this be true or no ? 
 
 3 li Well faith the Saviour here I be ; 
 Where is the foul inquires for me ? 
 
 I by my fpirit ntfw declare, 
 
 My grace is free and you may {hare." 
 
 4 O faith the foul I would receive ; 
 Speak, Lord, and help me to believe ; 
 Since thou declar'ft thy grace is free, 
 O give one precious drop to me. 
 
 5 " I wait faith Jefus at your door ? 
 With love that knows no bound nor fhore J 
 And far more free I am to give, 
 
 Than you are wiliirg to receives 
 
B. II. H Y M N S. 
 
 6 <c Freely I <3i'e, I mourn, I feleed ? 
 
 1 weep, I wait, promife and plead ; 
 Lab'rino- for vou ail drefs'd in sore, 
 What can I do or offer more ? 
 
 q <{ Say will you now my Jove abufe, 
 And all the joys of heaven refufe ? 
 Mud I leave you ? Mud I go ? 
 Will you choofe eternal woe ? 
 
 8 O be befecch'd to hear my voice, 
 And make eternal life your choice ; 
 Say will you choofe to fink in hell? 
 £>r eKe with me in g\ory dwell. 
 
 HYMN- XXXIX, Long Metre, 
 
 Ckuofmg nothing but Chrijb. 
 if CHOOSE the Lord for all my joy ; 
 JL His praife I count my beft employ ; 
 His name my conftant theme {hall be ;. 
 Lord I would follow none but thee. 
 
 2 Without my Lord I cannot re& ; 
 There's none but he can make me bleft | 
 In him Ifeel a folid peace, 
 
 And in him all my joys increafe. 
 
 2 O let me neve?, never part, 
 From him the pleafure of my heart ; 
 Dear Jefus, keep me always near, 
 Till I with thee in heav'n appear. 
 
 4 O may I once at thy right hand, 
 Rejoice with all the glorious band i 
 K 
 
io4 HYMNS. B.II. 
 
 The unveil'd glories then I'll fee, 
 Of him that gave his life for me. 
 
 5 Tranfporting fccnes ! ah, glorious fight ! 
 Shall wrap my foul with fweet delight ; 
 And each immortal pow'r of mine, 
 Shall in exalted praifes join. 
 
 HYMM XL. Long Metre. 
 A call to jinners. 
 iQ INKERS arife the Saviour's come, 
 
 V_7 And bleeds for wretched fouls like you ; 
 His mercy calls the rebels home, 
 
 Forgives their fins and loves them too, 
 
 2 Come to the feaft without delay, 
 Before the gofpel call is o'er : 
 
 Embrace the bielfed L*>rd to day, 
 
 Left he fliould go, and call no more. 
 
 3 Ten thoufand fouls have enter'" d in, 
 And found a feafl of love divine ; 
 
 Come then poor fouls with all your fins, 
 And the Redeemer wili be thine. 
 
 4 Thofe happy fouls that's gone before, 
 Were once in fin as vile as you ; 
 
 O doubt the Saviour's love no more, 
 But come and talle his goodnefs too, 
 HYMN XLI. Common Metre. 
 Tkefp'fedding of the go/pel. 
 3 T OQK on the finking world, O God, 
 JL-J And make thy goodnefs known ; 
 Let Jinners feel thy golpel fword, 
 r\nd bow before thy throne. 
 
B. IL HYMNS, *q$ 
 
 2 O fend thy heralds far and near, 
 To fpread the gofpel feaft ; 
 
 And let the farthefl corners hear 
 Of thy redeeming grace, 
 
 3 Why fhould poor dying fouls be loft, 
 And plunge in endiefs death, 
 
 Since Jefus for them on the crofs 
 Gave his expiring breath ? 
 
 4 Since boundlefs love hath floop'd fo low$ 
 And frill remains the fame, 
 
 O let poor ftarving fmners know, 
 The goodnefs of thy name. 
 
 HYMN XLII, -Common Metre. 
 
 The fame, 
 
 3 "f 0NG has the world in darknefs dwelt, 
 
 jL ^ Though the incarnate God 
 His precious bleod has freely ipilt, 
 To fpread his light abroad. 
 
 2 O fhake them mighty Jefus now, 
 By thy redeeming word, 
 
 That wretched fouls, to thee may bow 
 And own their bleeding Lord. 
 
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 3 O fend ten thou land to p-rociaim 
 Thy gofpel far and near, 
 
 That heathen lands may know thy name^ 
 Andev'ry nation hear. 
 
 4 Pity the fouls, O God, that lie 
 Wilhout the gofpei ligltfj 
 
ro6 HYMN S. B. II. 
 
 And fend them life before they die 
 And fink in endlefs night. 
 
 5 Since thy great love no limits know, 
 
 Nor thy free grace abound, 
 O let thy bleifed gofpel go, 
 
 And fanners hear the found. 
 
 HYMNXLIII. Long Metre. 
 
 Far the morning. 
 2.|/ r "\ HOW kind i he heav'niy powers 
 
 \^ Guarded my unguarded hours ! 
 Through the dangers of the night 
 Led me to the morning light. 
 
 2 Now my. foul awake with joy, 
 Make his praife thy whole employ ; 
 Ailthy future moments fpend 
 
 To adore thy heav'nly friend. 
 
 3 Yv'hen this life is cold in death, 
 J with angels fhall break forth, 
 
 In my ble'l Redeemer's praife, 
 Morning fongs, feraphic lays. 
 
 HYMN XLIV. Particular Metre. 
 Tree grace, the gofpel coil, andfalvation by faith, 
 
 NATIONS attend, let ev'ry mortal hear. 
 The gofpel trumpet founds the jubilee 
 year ; 
 The Saviour's death declares unbounded grace 
 To every foul of Adam's guilty race ; 
 Sinners behold your friend and Saviour bleeding, 
 Fly to his arms whjjc fee is u&ejrcscdwg* 
 
B.IT. H Y M N'S. st> 7 
 
 2 No more attempt to clea-nfe the guilty foal, 
 Or work to make vour wounded fpirits whole ; 
 But hear and let the waiting Saviour in, 
 
 His rifing pow'r will cleanfe from all your fins. 
 Fly, mortals, fly, fiy ev'ry town and nation, 
 While the Redeemer ftands with free falvation, 
 
 3 " I want no works, faith he, to make you whole 3 
 I came to fave the vile polluted ioul ; 
 
 My grace is free, I am the mighty God. 
 My arms of love for you are ftretch'd abroad/' 
 Sinners behold the great incarnate Saviour, 
 And fly for refuge to his lading favor, 
 
 4 Behold, behold his wounded hands and fide, 
 And then believe it was for you he dy'd ; 
 He waits in love the finners to receive, 
 
 And will you not his dying groans believe ; 
 He waits and calls O finner hear him pleading. 
 And then believe for yea the Lamb is bleeding, 
 
 g <{ How long, faith he, will yoa my love abafej 
 How long will you my boundlefs grace rerufe ; 
 How long poor finners, will you {hut the door ? 
 Or mull I leave and call on you no more ? 
 _Say wretched mortal, mud my love be fiiah'ed ? 
 Or will vou come to God while now invited ? 
 
 6 " Behold, behold, I am the finners friend ; 
 IBelieve ray word and all ycur grief fhsii end, 
 
 K 9. 
 
ioS H V Ivi.N S, B. llm 
 
 Or lack your faith, 'tis faith I freely give ; 
 Look up to me pour dying fouls and live, 
 The great Jehovah offers you a kingdom ; 
 Come ev'ry foul, come as you are and welcome, 
 
 *] Your heart is hard, my Jove can melt away 
 Bpth r/>cks and hills ; why will you longer flay ? 
 Once more I afk poor fouis I'm loth to go, 
 Say dying (inners, will you live or no ? 
 Your fins though grea', rhey fhdll be ali forgiv'n, 
 And you Huh live and reign with rae in heav'n. 
 
 3 Wrth a!! my coumlefs hofls .in realms above. 
 Your fouls fluil (hare in everlaliing love j 
 I'll he your father and your portion too, 
 And you fliall fwimin joys forever new : 
 Say now poor fouls, why are you unbeiiving ? 
 Or what, fay what, doth keep you from receiving? 
 
 9 I'll conquer death and hell beneath your feet^ 
 B'hold my great falv,ation is co : r.p!^at ; 
 I've drank your bitter cup, and bore your load 
 Of fin and death, to bring you home to God, 
 I'll change your heart, and take away your blinJ- 
 
 nefs ; 
 How can you now abufe fuch loving kindneis? 
 
 so internal riches (thI! be to you ^iv'n 
 /.nd a bleit manfion in the feats of heav'n 
 
lies., 
 
 B.IL H Y M N Ss 109 
 
 Unbounded g'ory I will freely give, 
 
 If you will but ccnfent with me to live ; 
 
 Sav, wretched firmer will you have a kingdom ? 
 
 Now is the time, confent and come and welcome, 
 
 HYMN XLV. Particular Metre. 
 
 On the death of Ckrijl, 
 
 1 '"T3^HOLD the friend of finners die; 
 JlJ With love and pity in his eyes, 
 j o iave a guilty foul from death ! 
 O finners hear his dying groan, 
 Your load of fin he bears alone, 
 
 And yields for you his life andbreatb,; 
 
 .2 Down to the grave amongft the dead, 
 Eehoid he bows his glorious head ; 
 
 All earth and hell againft him too i 
 For rebel men, he prays he cries ; 
 For rebel men he groans, and dies ; 
 
 All this, O wretched fouls, for you. 
 
 3 And now with mighty power to fave, 
 Behold he triumphs o'er the grave ; 
 
 To conquer death and fave from hell 4 
 And fiiil he doth for finners plead, 
 His fpirit with them intercede, 
 
 Intreatincr them in heav'n to dwell. 
 
 4 Now they may dwell upon his breail, 
 sDwell in his love forever bleft ; 
 
 Q finners bow and love his name 5 
 
no HYMNS. B. XL 
 
 Come now and tafte his dying love, 
 And ever live in realms above, 
 
 To love and prasfe (he flaughter'd Lamb. 
 
 HYMN XLVI- Long Metre, 
 A go/pel call tofmners* 
 *f~\ HASTE away ten thoufand fouls, 
 
 \_>* With all your guilt, with all your grief* 
 To Jei'us whofe compalfion rolls 
 
 For you, and comes for your relief. 
 
 2 Jefus your friend, the Lamb of God, 
 Rides in triumph over death and hell ; 
 
 And now extends his arms of love, 
 Inviting you with him to dwell. 
 
 3 To day he calls the hungry round, 
 And fpreads a feaft before their eyes » 
 
 With healing balm for ev'ry wound, 
 And life divine that never dies. 
 
 4 " Come now faith he with all your wants a 
 Behold I have a large fupply : 
 
 The foul that for falvation pants, 
 May freely drink and never die, 
 
 5 I love to give the weary reR, 
 
 And feed the poor with living bread ; 
 Tell ev'ry foul that would be bleft, 
 The Saviour loves to do them good. 
 HYMN XLV1I. Particular Metre* 
 
 •F 
 
 The heavenly pilgrims, 
 iLLOW pilgrims let us join 
 Heart and voice in fongs divine i 
 
B. II. H Y M NS, M* 
 
 Our beloved pafles by, 
 Calls aloud for you and I. 
 
 2 Like the warriors let us rife, 
 Carnal pleafures we defpife ; 
 Storms and frowns we will defy, 
 With our maker live and die. 
 
 3 Earthly friends we bid adieu, 
 Unlefs they will be pilgrims too ; 
 We rauft not our Jefus leave 
 For the neareft earthly love. 
 
 4 Jefus is our only friend, J 
 He alone makes forrows end ; 
 
 He will give us lading peace, 
 When all other friends fhall ceafe<> 
 
 5 Soon we fliali his love enjoy, 
 Where no trials can annoy, 
 
 O the joyful fweets above ! 
 Ev'ry joy is fill'd with love. 
 
 6 Think O pilgrims, can it be, 
 This is ail for you and me ! 
 
 "Have .we found our fins forgiv'n ? 
 Js our treafures nov; in heav'n ? 
 
 *] Ah ! we've found redeeming grace j 
 Vv r e will run '.he Cbriftian rare ; 
 Till with fhouting we fhall rife, 
 With our jefus to the (kies. 
 
 8 O with what delight we'll fee^ 
 Hiro that died for you and me ! 
 
*ic HYMN S. B. II, 
 
 'This {hall be our joyful theme^ 
 Amen, worthy is the Lamb ! 
 
 HYMN XLVIII. Long Metre. 
 Free grace proclaimed. 
 j^IOME trembling fouls forget your fear, 
 
 \^/ For your eternal friend is near ; 
 O bow your fouls before his face 
 And (hare in his redeeming grace. 
 
 2 Long time he's calPd your fouls in vain ? 
 And yet behold he calls again ; 
 
 Once more in love he's corne to try, 
 Say, finners will you live or die ? 
 
 3 Though long you have his grace abus'd, 
 And ail his calls for love refus'd ; 
 
 Yet even now he will forgive, 
 O finners hear his voice and live. 
 
 4 Or will you crowd him from your door$ 
 That he may never call no more ? 
 
 Then think, O fouis, how can you bear, 
 To fink in death and long defpair ? 
 
 5 O finners hear, he calls again, 
 And do not linger on the plain ; 
 Leave all and fly to Jefus' arms, 
 
 And tafie, O tafte his heav'nly charms, 
 HYMN XLIX. Short Metre. 
 The name of Chrijl worthy to befpreafl, 
 a TJ OUSE ail ye fa.nts of God, 
 
 JL\- And tell the world his love : 
 Koi < cafe to found'his name-abroad, 
 Till you awake above. 
 
B. II. HYMN S-. xj 3 
 
 2 Sweet is the Saviour's name, 
 To all that ever tafte ; 
 
 His love wiil mourning fouls enflame ? 
 His mercy is a feaft. 
 
 3 No mortal tongue can tell, 
 How Tweet his graces be, 
 
 But thofe that jn his bofom dwell. 
 Who often tafte and fee. , 
 
 4 O that poor fmners knew, 
 The Tweet nefs of his name ! 
 
 They would become the 1 foil' wers too 5 
 Of this defpifed Lamb. 
 
 5 And is this Jefus mine ; 
 Have I e'er known his love 
 
 Then let me live on themes divine, 
 Till I (hall foar above. 
 
 HYMN L. Common Metre. 
 For tkefpreading of the go/pel. 
 ijjf~\ SPREAD thy faving name abroad 
 
 \*^r Thou blefled prince of peace ; 
 Bung dying fincers home to God, 
 And make their forrows ceafe. 
 
 3 Since thy companion dill doth yearn 5 
 
 O'er wretched men fo free, 
 Help them O Jefus to return, 
 
 And find their help in thee. 
 
 3 O let them tafte the Saviour's love 
 
 And drink immortal joy ; 
 Let fiarvinjr fouls no Longer roye 
 To fee k a a empty toy. 
 
si4 H Y M N S, B.IL 
 
 4 Q let thy blelTed gofpel run 
 Through all thefe {hades of night, 
 
 Let fouls in darknefs feel the fon 
 That brings'.immortal light. 
 
 5 Then in the beams of grace divine 
 Their cheerful fouls will fine : 
 
 Ten thoufand praifes {hall be thine, 
 O thou immortal king ! 
 
 HYMN LI. Long Metre. 
 Theflrong perfuafions of free grace? 
 idT\ SINNERS fly to Jefus'' arms, 
 \^r Enjoy his everlafiing charms ; 
 He calls you to a heav'rily feaft, 
 O come poor ftarving fouls and tafte, 
 
 2 Say will you be forever blefi, 
 And with the heav'nly Jefus reft ? 
 He'll fave you from all {in and pain 
 And you {hall in full glory reign. 
 
 3 Say now poor fouls, what will you do ? 
 Say, will you have this Chrift or no ? 
 Make now the choice and halt no more. 
 For Chrift is waiting at your door. 
 
 4 He waits, he woos, he's loih to leave. 
 And will you not his word believe ? 
 Why will you let this Jefus go, 
 
 Say will you have this Chrift or no ? 
 
 5 Once more I'll afk you in his name, 
 (I know his love is ft ill the fame) 
 Will you be fav'd from crdlefs woe ? 
 Say will you have this Chnft ; or no ? 
 
B.II. HYMN S. iif 
 
 HYMN LI,I. Common Metre. 
 
 When met for zoorjhip. 
 
 1 #^i LAD news to men the prince of peace 
 \jf Has in hisiriumphs.rofe : 
 
 From death and hell he take-s releafe, 
 And tramples on his foes, 
 
 2 Lord may thy faints this d-ay likew:fe 3 
 Some-heav'nly jRrength attain ; 
 
 From earthly clogs and darknefs rife ? 
 And fome new ooncjueits gain. 
 
 3 Give us the quickning of thy grace* 
 To chafe our floth away : 
 
 And may the fmiling of thy face, 
 Make this a joyful day. 
 
 4 O come thou beav'niy fpirit come. 
 With thy infpiring word ; 
 
 Call ev'ry wild affection home, 
 
 5 Come in with us, thou bleeding Larais 
 With hledings from above ; 
 
 And every mourning heart inflame^ 
 With thy redeeming love, 
 
 6 Let flarving finners hear from thee ? 
 And tafte of food divine ; 
 
 O fet them from their bondage free 9 
 And let their fouls be thine., 
 
 HYMN LI1L Long Metrs 
 The fame. 
 rT^LESS us this day O Lord our God ? 
 JQ And ihed redeeming love abroad j 
 
ti6 HYMNS. B. IV. 
 
 O comfort ev'ry mourning foul, 
 And make the wounded fpirit whole. 
 
 2 Let thofe that unconcern'd appear 
 Some thund'ring word from Sinai hear s 
 That they may fall before thy face, 
 And (hare in the Redeemer's grace. 
 
 3 Pity thy children that attend 
 Mourning the abfence of their friend ; 
 
 raile their drooping fouls above, 
 
 And cheer them with their father's love. 
 
 HYMN LIV. Particular Metre, 
 The go/pel call to faints and firmer s. 
 
 1 A RISE O all ye faints and fing 
 jlJLThe conquefts of your bleeding King, 
 
 Who bled and died, and rofe for you ; 
 Let ev'ry heart and ev'ry voice, 
 Rejo ; ce, rejoice, rejoice, rejoice, 
 
 And bid your forrows all adieu. 
 
 2 Come ail ye mourning fouls attend 
 The call of your eternal friend, 
 
 Receive his grace and him adore \ 
 Say if you will his love partake, 
 Awake, awake, awake, awake, 
 
 From death and live forevermore. 
 
 3 Come guilty mortals as you be, 
 He fets the word of rebels free, 
 
 From fear and darknefs, death and hell ; 
 His charming voice O finnershear, 
 Draw near, draw near, draw near, draw near ? 
 
 Now while he calls and with him dwell, 
 
B. II. H Y M NS. 217 
 
 4 O fin-fick finners come away, 
 Let not your fins make you delay, 
 
 But come with ali your wounds and grief; 
 Come to this Jefus as you are 
 O come, O come, O come. O come, 
 
 With all your grief and rind relief. 
 
 HYMN LV. Particular Metre. 
 The fame, 
 if** GOD news for you, O Adam's race ! 
 \JF From heav'n defcends unbounded grace 
 The great Mefiiah now appears ; 
 A mortal frame I AM a (fumes ; 
 He comes, he comes, he comes, he comes 3 
 And to the world his love declares. 
 
 2 Sinners behold the great God-man, 
 Your friend an infant of a fpan, 
 
 Has ftoop'd to dweli below the ikies ; 
 Ye mourners bid your fears adieu, 
 For you, for you, for you, for you, 
 
 The mighty Saviour freely dies. 
 
 3 And now from door to door he goes 
 A man of for row., and of woes, 
 
 Lab'rir.g to fave poor fouls from hell ° 
 Mortals behold your Saviour near, 
 O hear, O hear, O hear, O hear. 
 
 His voice, and in his glory dwell. 
 
 4 Let ev'ry nation know his name, 
 And ev'ry tongue his love proclaim 5 
 
 Your forrowt owv forever e.esfs : 
 
H Y M N S. 3, 
 
 Lift up ycur hearts with cheerful voice, 
 .Rejoice, rejoice, rejoice, rejoice, 
 
 And praife the glorious Prince of peace* 
 
 HYMN LVI. Common Metre. 
 
 A call to finn&rs. 
 i \ WAKE ye dying fouls, awake, 
 
 JT\. Behold the Saviour (lands, 
 Now at your aVor and oft doth knock, 
 With pardon in his hands. 
 
 2 Why will you di-s when J^fus bleeds 
 To fave your foul from hell ? 
 
 And now he waits, and woosand plead:, 
 That you would with him dwell. 
 
 3 O hear ye mourning finners hear, 
 And now receive his grace : 
 
 Immortal glories now is near, 
 Come and thefe glories tafte. 
 
 4 The great Jehovah cails you home, 
 To everlafting day ; 
 
 Come O ye vvreiched linners, come, 
 And make no more delay. 
 
 5 There's room enough in Jefus' arm:, 
 For ev'ry mourning foul ; 
 
 And if you're fick "his heav'nly charms. 
 Will make your fpirits whole. 
 
 6 He freelv died that he might fave 
 You from eternal woe ; 
 
 Say now poor mortals, will you have 
 The blefled Chriil or no ? 
 
Bill. & Y M K S. iiQ 
 
 HYMN LVII. Particular Metre. 
 Chrijl's death 1 declares his grace is free. 
 i A WAKE, O guilty world awake, 
 Ji\. Behold the earth's foundations (hake, 
 While the Redeemer bleeds for you ! 
 His death proclaims to alJ your race, 
 iMree grace, free grace, free grace, free gtace ? 
 To all the Jews and Gentiles too. 
 
 2 Come guilty mortals come and fee 
 The Saviour on the curled tree, 
 
 For you all drefs'd in purple gcre ; 
 His weight of woe has veil'd the fun, 
 *Tis done, 'tis done, 'tis done } 'tis done^ 
 
 That man might live forevermore. 
 
 3 See how the wounded Lamb of God 
 Extends his bleeding arms abroad 
 
 To fave a fallen world from death I 
 Behold him in his agonies, 
 He dies, he dies, he dies, he dies* 
 
 And yields the laft expiring breath* 
 
 4 He dies and triumphs over death 
 To give the dead immortal birth, 
 
 And fpread the wonders of his name % 
 Shout mortals, Ihout, with cheerful voice., 
 JRejoice, rejoice, rejoice, rejoice, 
 
 And give the glory to the Lamb. 
 
 HYMN LVIII. Short Mare. 
 A call to firmer s. 
 iT 7T THAT more could Jefus do, 
 
 V V To make poor finners bicll ? L £ 
 
12® H Y M N S. B.II. 
 
 O finners bid the world adieu, 
 And have eternal reft. 
 
 2 Hi^ blood was freely fpiit, 
 
 To lave your fouls from death J 
 And to remove your load of guilt, 
 Gave up his life and breath, 
 
 3 And can you now refui'e 
 Such grace and dying love ? 
 
 Will you his goodnefs all abufe, 
 And Cight the joys above ? 
 
 4 No now'r can e'er relieve 
 Your fouls from hell but he : 
 
 Believe, O wretched men believe, 
 And happy {hall you be. 
 
 5 His goodnefs knows no bound, 
 Nor will his love foibear ; 
 
 What ether wretched fouls have found, 
 Your mourning fouls may fhare. 
 
 6 His golden fceptre waits, 
 Willi grace and pardon free ; 
 
 O touch and though your fins are great,. 
 Yet pardon 'd you IhaH be. 
 
 7 Behold the King of kings, 
 Is waiting yet for you ; 
 
 And ev'ry word glad tidings brings 
 To all the guilty crew. 
 
 8 Behold the purple gcre, 
 Which from his wounds did flow, 
 
B. II. H Y M K S. 121 
 
 A fea of grace without a more, 
 To fave your fouls from woe* 
 
 g O call your guilty fouls 
 
 In this unbounded fea ; 
 His love will make the wounded whole,. 
 
 And fet the pris'ner free.. 
 
 G 
 
 HYMN LIX. Particular Metre 
 On the birth of Chrijl* 
 
 LAD tidings- to our world is come 
 
 Mortals prepare your Saviour room | 
 Lift up your heads forget your fears ' 3 
 
 The great Meffiah from above, 
 
 With boundlefs love, with boundlefs love 3 
 \Vithin your guilty, realm appears. 
 
 2 Ten thoufand ferajphs round him bow ? 
 And angels and archangels glow. 
 
 From the bright climes of heav'nly day y 
 Shouting they hail the happy morn, 
 The Saviour's born, the Saviour's born 3 - 
 
 To take the fin-ners guilt away. 
 
 3 Let kings and nations all attend. 
 The birih of their eternal friend ; 
 
 Lei ev'ry land the tidings know, 
 Heathens for fake your wood and ftone,. 
 For there is none, for there is none, 
 
 But Chrifl can (ave from endlefs woe, 
 
 W 
 
 4 Hail, dying fouls, your friend is nigh. 
 Believe and you {hail never die ; 
 
 O come and rei^n w uh Chrift the Lord '•% 
 
i2s H Y M N S. B* It 
 
 Ye mourrers bid your fears adieu, 
 He calls for you, he calls for you, 
 
 For you his arms are ftretch : d abroad. 
 
 HYMN LX, Common Metre. 
 On the death of Chrifi. 
 sTXARK ! O ye fons of Adam, hear 
 
 JL JL Your Saviour's dying breath 5 
 And all ye nations far and near, 
 Attend your Saviour's death* 
 
 2, On Calvary behold he hangs, 
 
 And bleeds and dies for you ; 
 Crufh'd with the weight of dying pang? 
 
 In foul and body too. 
 
 3 This is th' eternal Son of God, 
 That fp ills his blood fo free ; 
 
 See hovr he bears the heavy load, 
 O guilty world for ye J 
 
 4 Mortals can you refufe his grace, 
 And all his love defpife ? 
 
 Or will you join the happy race, 
 With him that never dies ? 
 
 HYMN LXI. Long Metre. 
 On the name of Chrifi. 
 i Q^VEET is the name of Chrift the Lambj 
 
 O To all that have his love enjoy'd ; 
 They tatting third ftill for the fame, 
 
 Their fouls with love can ne'er be cloy'd, 
 
 2 This is the life of ev'ry faint, 
 
 And ftr'ength of ev'ry wounded foul \ 
 
B, IX, HYMNS. sty 
 
 i 
 When they are fick, or fore, or iainr, 
 The name of Jefus makes them whole 
 
 3 This name their dying fouls will fave, 
 When ev'ry other helper fails ; 
 
 And lift them from the tbreat'ning grave £ 
 O'er death and hell this name prevails, 
 
 4 This name will ev'ry foe deftroy, 
 And give the heiplefs finners relt ; 
 
 This name will be eternal joy, 
 
 And make the faints forever blefL 
 
 5 O may this name my foul inflame. 
 Long as I walk this mortal more | 
 
 Then will I make this glorious name. 
 My joys and theme foreverraore. 
 
 HYiMNLXII, Short Metre. 
 An invitation to jinnzrs j and the vanity of ail 
 
 things but Chrijh, 
 f^iNNERS; the" Lord would fave' 
 
 &3< Your fouls from death and hell ;. 
 And joys in him year fouls may bave.,- 
 Beyond v/hat tongue can tell. 
 
 2 In vain you fearch the earth ? 
 
 Through all its good to find, 
 Some lafiingjoy or folid mirtli-' 
 
 To cheer the hungry mind, 
 
 3-: AHpleafires dwell in Chrift, 
 
 For none but him is good ; 
 Gome (larving finners, come and ta2e* 
 
 Of ibis immortal food. 
 
i*4 HYMN S. B. II. 
 
 4 He is the living bread, 
 And fea of perfeft blifs ; 
 
 His life and love can raife the dead. 
 And make all forrows ceafe. 
 
 5 O finners hear his voice, 
 While he is at your door ; 
 
 In perfeft blifs you'll foon rejoice, 
 In life forevermore. 
 
 HYMN LXIII. Long Metre. 
 
 Chriji*s zoork, and love, and fuccefs in the go/pel, 
 
 i IT ORD, in the chariot of thy word, 
 
 JLrf Ride forth with pow'r thy name to fpreaci 
 Give fpeed unto thy gofpel fword, 
 
 Through thefe dark regions of the dead a 
 
 2 " Lo. faith the Saviour, here I am, 
 With all my vefture dip'd in blood ", 
 
 The Free Phyfician is my name, 
 Seeking to do the needy good. 
 
 3 I love to feed the hungry poor, 
 
 To heal the fick and raife the dead ; 
 I love to fee them crowd my door, 
 
 That I my boundlefs love may fpreado 
 
 4 I love to fct thofe pris'ners free, 
 That are in debt with nought to pay ; 
 
 No guilty foul ihat comes to me, 
 Shall ever go condemn'd away* 
 
 5 Now whrre's your guilty, weak and poor, 
 Your fick, your deaf, your dead yoar blind ? 
 
B. II. HYMN S. *££ 
 
 Call each by name around my door, 
 " And they fhall all a helper find." 
 
 6 Lord, faith the poor and trembling fold ' 9 
 
 I come with all my wants to thee j 
 My fins forgive, my wounds make whole. 
 
 And from my bondage fet me free 
 
 <j " Then, faith the Lord the work is done^ 
 
 It was for you I bled|and died ; 
 Caft all your wants on me alone, 
 
 And all your wants (hall be fupply'd." 
 
 8 0, faith the foul, my Chriji is mine J 
 I feel thy grace, I love thy name, 
 
 And I will be forever thine, 
 
 Lord, ts found thy worthy fame* 
 
 9 Hofanna ! let the chriftians join, 
 A foul is added to our band ; 
 
 And welcome foul, the prize is thine, 
 To reign with us at Cbrift's right hand, 
 
 2 Amen, with joy our fouls (hall fing, 
 And let the fame refound abroad ; 
 
 Amen, all glory to our king, 
 
 A foul is born to Chrift our God. 
 
 HYMN LXIV. Common Metre. 
 
 Worthy is the Lamb, 
 
 1 A MAZING love, unbounded grace ? 
 JLJL Through the Redeemer's name ; 
 Let mortal and immortal race 
 C*y " Worthy is thz Lamb a '\ 
 
*«6 HYMNS. B.I1 
 
 2 The mighty Saviour from the flues, 
 Comes down to bear our fhame ; 
 
 Beneath our guilt he bleeds and dies, 
 " All worthy is the Lamb." 
 
 3 Ten thoufand thoufand thanks is due*. 
 
 Jefus to thy name ; 
 
 Let fames above and angels too,, 
 Cry " worthy is the :i Lamb. 
 
 4 And we on thofe immortal plains, 
 Infpir'd with facred flame, 
 
 E'er long {hall raife the higheft. {trains 
 Of " zoorthy is the Lamb." 
 
 H Y M N LXY. 
 Chrifi and cyouth in a dialogue. 
 i "TESUS from the bright realms above ; 
 
 1 Stoops codifplay his boundlefs love 5 
 Calling the word of finners home, 
 
 And courting children in their bloom. 
 
 2 " Return faith he, thou precious youth 
 To me the way. the life the truth ; 
 Partake my grace enjoy my love, 
 
 And fet yc-ur hearts on things above. 
 Youth. 
 
 3 Lord, I would hear thy gracious voice, 
 And in thy fervice might rejoice ; 
 
 But I am chain' d to things below, 
 And cannot let ?ny plsafurc go. 
 
 Christ. 
 ,4 Your eajj0fl#c joys afford no peace, 
 .a And all thofe pleafures foon mufl cea' 
 
B. II. H Y M N-S. i 
 
 Why will you then purfue fuch toys, 
 And lofe my xverlafting joys ? 
 Youth. 
 
 5 / know my joys are. vrix'd with feat s 
 Andfoon they all muji dif appear ,* 
 But I no other pleafures know, 
 Therefore I cannot let them go, 
 
 Christ. 
 
 6 Nor can vou greater pleafures find, 
 While to thefe earthly joys inclin'd ' 
 But if you'll hear my gracious voice ? 
 You loon fnall find fuperior joys. 
 
 Youth. 
 *j Butfiould I nozo attend thy call, 
 And think to make the Lord my all, 
 Ten thoufand foes would foon engage 
 Againft my foul with all their rage, 
 
 Christ. 
 
 8 What mighty foes are thofe you fee, 
 That makes you dread to follow me ? 
 Point them tome, I can defiroy, 
 
 Or chain them that they can't annoy. 
 Youth. 
 
 9 The lefs of pleafures, earth's ejteem, 
 The fear of man, reproach, andfJiame. % 
 Hard trials intkis chrifian flight, 
 And conflitls with the^pow'rs of night. 
 
 Christ, 
 io More than my love doft thou eireem, 
 Vain man's applaufe, and call it fliame 
 To bear my crofs, fear pow'rs of-hell ; 
 "Yet choofe forever there to dwell ? M 
 
123 H Y M N S, .3. lh 
 
 Youth, 
 i i My picas are vain God forgive ; 
 What can I do, how can I live, 
 Chained down with twice ten tkouf and fears : 
 Surrounded with ten t houj and fn ares ? 
 
 Christ. 
 
 12 If you from fuch fmall trials Shrink 
 How will you bear e'er long to fink 
 In ali the fears, and pains of hell. 
 Where you are juftly dcom'd to dwell ? 
 
 Youth. 
 
 13 Truth Lord, but 3L&ni now Jo deep 
 In Hindnefs, darkncfsl death andfuep 9 
 Thofe further fcenes do all butfecm, 
 An empty found, an id! 2 dream. 
 
 Christ. 
 24 Then more you need my call to hear, 
 Who fees, vonr wretched doom fo near ; 
 And if y'ou/fe dark, and dead and bhnd 3 
 The more you need relief to find. 
 
 Youth. 
 15 Lt>rd zohat thoufayfi I can't deny t 
 And I fear my doom is nigh j 
 I now begin to feel my woe, 
 J'i'hdt fiall I do where fliall I go, 
 
 CrlR 1ST. 
 
 i G Arife dear vcnn, you need not fear, 
 If vo'-i wiij but my ipint hear ; 
 Accent my crrace and follow me, 
 A rid happy days ypu foon ihall fee.- 
 
B,-ir.* - H Y M N S. i£9 
 
 Youth. 
 i"j I would, God with joy attend, 
 j'f I was furl thou was my friend ; 
 j&ut unbelief and darknefs reign s 9 
 And I am bound with heavy chains, 
 
 Christ. 
 *8 Though" darknefs reigns, and you now dwell 
 Juft on the verge of deaih and hell, 
 Yet fear them not, I'll be thy friend, 
 Truft me and all thy fears fhaii end. 
 
 Youth. 
 i'9 God Tarn undone I fee. 
 And dare not {lay but cannot flee :' 
 Hew can I have my fms.forgiv'n ? 
 iiowfiall I find the way to hzav'n ? 
 
 Christ. 
 so I am the way. the heav'n, the prize,- 
 The life, the flreng'tb, the ears, the eyes, 
 I '41 be thy portion and thy guide, 
 And all thy wants fhaii be fupply'd. 
 
 Youth. 
 2i ; Then hdplefs, Lord, to thee I ccme t i 
 With all my wants juft as I am : 
 Thy face in loveO let -vie fee, 
 And take my wretched foul to thee, 
 
 Christ. 
 22 In love behold thy Saviour's face ; 
 Believe my word, receive my grace ; 
 Enjoy my love ; I'll be thy God, 
 And thou art mine redeem'd with blood. 
 
*£• H Y M N 3, 
 
 Youth. 
 23 God my God, I feel thy voice 1 
 Thy love makes all my foul rejoice j 
 Ah ! joys beyond what tongue can tell y 
 Koto I have found doth in thee dwell, 
 
 &4 Lord my foul belongs to thtz % 
 And now x knon> thou died for me 
 All things in Jefus now is mine 9 . 
 
 And all the glory fall be thine, 
 
 HYMN LXVI. Common Metre, 
 An awakened firmer. 
 
 1 Y WANDER like a captive (lave, 
 JL In ftrades of death and night 
 
 No friend nor happineis I have, 
 Nor giimpfe 01 cheering light. 
 
 2 Ten thoufand fnares befet my way, 
 And llorms of fury roll, 
 
 And foes like cruel beafts of prey, 
 Are thirfting for my foul. 
 
 3 Nor do I wifii for reft or peace 3 
 But from the realmr. above ; 
 
 O Jefius make my forrows ceafe, 
 With »hy redeeming love. 
 
 4 O fefus let me hear thee f?.v, 
 
 <; Fear not thou art my friend ;** 
 Give me a giimpfe of beav*tj|y day % 
 And joys that never end. 
 
B.II. H Y M N S. 131 
 
 HYMN LXVIi; Common Metre. 
 Defirirtg tofpread the name of J ejus, 
 *jT~\ COULD I tread from pole to pole 3 
 
 %^f With my redeemer's name, - 
 How gladiv would my active foul 
 The joyful news proclaim ! 
 
 2 My life and flrength I'd freely fpend,- 
 
 Through years of grief and woe, 
 If Jefus would with pow'r attend. 
 
 The gofpel trump to blow, 
 
 3 To dying Tinners I" would go, 
 And lead their fouls to heav'n ; 
 
 That they might the Redeemer know, 
 And find their fins forgiv'n. 
 
 4 I'd bring m? thoufands round the feet 
 Of my eternal king, 
 
 Where they mould find a Happy feat,. 
 And endlefs praifes fine. 
 
 HYMN LXVII. Commsn Metre; 
 De firing to be wholly for Chrijl, 
 
 IWOl LD be wl 07 for my God,, 
 And hourly tafie his love, 
 And fpread his glorious-name abroad, 
 Where e'er I reft or rove. 
 
 2 The Lamb who gave his iife for me- 
 
 My foul would fo enjoy, 
 That his redeeming love ftiouid be 
 
 My life and whole eropioy. 
 
 j Then (hould my fou! one day be found 
 Within the peaceful fnore, M a 
 
132 HYMNS. B. U 
 
 Where I fnal! with arch angels found 
 His name forevermore. 
 
 4 There I of love would drink my fill, 
 
 Within rny Saviour's arms : 
 Complete in joy, and growing (hil 
 
 By his attracting charms. 
 
 HYMN LXVIII.. Long Metre, 
 The fame. 
 
 '(~\ WHEN ^ ear J efus ^ l be 
 \^J Devoted life and foul to thee ? 
 
 In wifdotns ways O may I tread, 
 
 By thy unerring fpirit led. 
 
 2 O let me often Tee thv face, 
 
 And feaft upon redeeming grace \ \ 
 
 And by thy word teach rce to knew 
 JMy Saviour's will where e'er I go, 
 
 3 O never, never let me rove ; 
 Frorri" thee my Father and my love % 
 But fix my heart on things above 
 My condaiU theme fha!l be thy love. 
 
 4 Where e'er I go I'll always tell 
 What gooaoefs in try Gcd doih dwell, 
 That other ttarving fouls may know 
 Xliy name, and Uile thy goodnefs too. 
 
 HYMN LX1X. Long Metre, 
 To the profave, 
 4 *\/^"^'^ T| ~ tot&rtals, w i'l vou thus hlafpheme 
 V V That name 
 
 name which all the heaves adore ? 
 
&. It. H Y M N Sfe *b{ 
 
 And for a (hort delufive dream, 
 Torment yourfelves forevermore. 
 
 2 O think* poor fouls, how near you ftandt 
 To an eternal guiph of pain I 
 
 Your fleeting days are but a fpan, 
 And certain death comes on again* 
 
 3 Soon will you feel the fatal blow, 
 And fhudder on the verge of Hea'.h 5 
 
 With what reluctance will you go, 
 
 When drawing your expiring breath ? 
 
 6 O roufe, unthinking mortals -roufe ; 
 
 Ana flee thofe gaping jaws of hell ; 
 Kow can you bear, why will you choofe 5 
 
 In everlasting pains to dwell r* ' 
 
 5 The gofpei founds the Saviour's grace. 
 Go bow before (hat worthy name ; 
 
 Go fpread your wants before his face, 
 
 And plead his love and own your (name, 
 
 6 Who knows but love fo long refus'd, 
 May ilretch an arm- of grace for you, 
 And that fweet name fo much ahus'd 
 May yet forgive, and blefs you too I 
 
 HYMN LXX. Particular Metre* 
 
 The thoughtful Jailor's confejivn. 
 
 1 IT T'QW oft unthinking faiiors feel, 
 JL JL The ftagg'rinor {hip like drunkards reel 
 And tremble o'er the wat'ry graves \ 
 
$3#> M Y M N 3. B. II. 
 
 And yet how many foon forget, 
 Tb.3 horrors of the gaping pit, 
 
 And thai almighty arm that faves ? 
 
 2 When trem'biing o'er the eternal fiate, 
 Our hopes are fmail our fears are great ; 
 
 The.n we lament the diftant Chore ; 
 When {laming fulphurs through the iky, 
 Like {heels of liquid fire doth fly, 
 
 And belPwing thunders round us roar, 
 
 3 The*! we expeO immediate death. 
 And figh and groan at ev'ry breath, 
 
 O for fome mighty pow'r to fave ! 
 We vow in that d tit re fling hour 
 To God for h;s delivering pow'r, 
 
 To fave us from the gaping grave. 
 
 4 The Lord iook« down with pitying eye, 
 He hears the trembling failors' cry, 
 
 , And comes to make his mercv known ! 
 He bids the threat 'ning ftorms fubfide, 
 And calms the fwellings of the tide, 
 
 And makes the thund'ring clouds return.- 
 
 5 Then we rejoice to fee the (hore, 
 Our trembling fighsaml cries are o'er, 
 
 And glad we tread the folid land ; 
 But O our cries are loon forgot, 
 We made our vows but paid them not, . 
 
 And thus abus'd the hcav'nly hand 
 
 6* Returning to our fins again, 
 Forget hts kindnefs and our pain,. 
 Long as we feel a carnal peace, 
 
■ 3. II, , H Y M N S. 135; 
 
 Good Lord forgive the wretched crew, 
 Before that florm which doth purfue, 
 Roll on our heads and never ceafe. 
 
 ■ HYMN LXXL Short Metre, 
 The chriftian furpris' d at Chrijl's love, 
 
 1 A ND didft thou die for me, 
 
 JL% O thou blefs'd Lamb of God ? 
 And had thou brought me home to thee ? 
 By thine own precious blood ? 
 
 2 How could 'ft- thou (loop £0 low ? 
 G-what amazing grace I 
 
 He faves me from eternal woe, 
 And gives me heav'nly peace, 
 
 3 My foul how can it be, 
 That jefus freely bore 
 
 The pangs of death and hell for nv5 
 And yet I love no more 1 
 
 4 G 'et me now arife. 
 And foar to realms above, 
 
 And (touting grace, with fv/eet furprife, 
 On fuch amazing love I 
 
 ,HYMN LXXJI. Common Metre, 
 The fame. 
 2 I t ^ art - fie Son of God who cries, 
 
 «&. Upon (he bloody tree ? 
 C can it be the Saviour dies 
 For fuch-a wretch as me ! i 
 
 2 He groans, he dies, and yieUs his breafjy 
 
 And gives lus li£o aw ayj . 
 
7- 3 6- H Y MNS. B.I? T 
 
 To bring me from eternal death, 
 To everlafiing day. 
 
 3 O mud his heart, his wounded fou! ? 
 The pond'rous load fuftain, 
 
 To make my guilty confcience whole ? . 
 And fave from endlefs pain i 
 
 4 How can my heart refufe to melt 
 Wrfen Jefus dies for me ! 
 
 No pains, nor grief was ever felt 
 As feltj O Lord, by thee, 
 
 HYMN LXXIIL Common Metre, 
 The go/pel call by Chrifl's ambajfador* 
 J/f^ LAD tidings to the world is come, 
 
 \JF O wretched tinners hear ; 
 Good news from Jefus I proclaim ; 
 The Tinner's friend is near. 
 
 2 Hark how he cails and calls for voUj- 
 O hear his charming voice ; 
 
 Bid all ; your carnal joys adieu ? 
 And in his name rejoice. 
 
 3 Cafi all your righteoufnefs away, 
 And come with all your goih \ 
 
 Jefus will be vour help and ftay,. 
 For you Kite blood was fpiit. 
 
 4 If e'er you think to isnd in heav'n- 
 And fliare the joys above, 
 
 Come now and have your fins forgiv'n-; 
 Andtalie redeeming love. 
 
B.-IL F*Y M N S. 137 
 
 JEIYMN LXXIV. Co7*ww?« AT#r$. 
 
 The fame. 
 i/*~\ SINNERS make the Saviour room, 
 
 \y And iet your bars remove ; 
 To day with boundiefs grace he's come, 
 
 And courts you with his blood. 
 
 2 Free grace the chriftians all dqclare, 
 And Chri ft dec-lares the fame ; 
 
 Free grace we've found and you may mare ? 
 Fly finners to the Lamb. 
 
 3 Eternal life is worth your choice, 
 Why will you go to hell ? 
 
 O hear this day the Sav iota's voice, 
 And in his bofom dwell. 
 
 HYMN LXXV. Common Metre, 
 
 Tkejamt. 
 
 3^~\ SINNERS hear the gofpel call, 
 
 \— r And have your fins forgiv'n ; 
 Receive the Lord and fhare in all, 
 The life and joys of heav'n. 
 
 2 To day the Saviour calls for you. 
 And offers you his love ; 
 
 Say, will you bid your gods adieu, 
 And reign with Chriir above ? 
 
 3 Why -tinners will you disbelieve, - 
 When Jelus dies -lb free ? 
 
 O come and vou (hall ^race receive* 
 For JeJas dies for ye.. 
 
138 H Y M N S. B.IL 
 
 HYMN LXXVI. Particular Metre. 
 
 Met for zocrfnip. 
 
 1 A LL hail tbou lovely Lamb of God, 
 jJ jT% m This day with us make thine abode, 
 
 And cheer our fpirits with thy love ; 
 We long to fee thy fmiiing face, 
 And run with thee the chnltian race, 
 
 To thine eferrral realms above. 
 
 2 O heal the fick and raife the dead, 
 And feed us with immortal bread ; 
 
 Warm ev'ry heart, locfe e> 
 O let thy love our fouls inflame, 
 V/e {hall rejoice to feel thy name, 
 
 And make redeeming love our fong, 
 
 3 We love thy name, and long to feel 
 More of thy love and thirfling ftill, 
 
 Our fouls for larger draughts would fear 2 
 Nor would we e'er contented be, 
 'Till all our foul-, are made like thee, 
 And fafely reach'd the heav'niy fhore. 
 
 4 We almoft long to quit this Hage, 
 That all our pow'rs might once engage 
 
 To love and praife without annoy.; 
 Then as immortal flars we'll fhine, 
 In glory. Lord forever thine, 
 
 And folace in unmingled joy. 
 
 HYMN LXXVII. Long Metre. 
 The chrifiians inviting finners . 
 r "0 TNNERS attend, the Saviour's come, 
 fKJ To bring the worfl of rebels home ; 
 
B. II. HYMN & «39 
 
 O'er dying fouls his bowels move, 
 His grace is free, bis name is love, 
 
 2 We've feen his face, and heard his voice* 
 Enjoy'd his love, and muft rejoice, 
 
 And can but court you to his naoie, 
 O finners come enjoy the fame. 
 
 3 Againft the rage of earth and hell, 
 We have ail vow'd with Chrift to dwell % 
 He's gone before, and we'll purfue, 
 
 O finners fellow. Jefus too„ 
 
 4 Our names are with the fons of God, 
 Eternal life is our reward ; 
 
 Chrift fights the battle winds the ■* ace, , 
 While we believe and fmg^free grace* 
 
 5 To gain the crown Jehovah dies 
 W 7 hile we look en and (hare the prize J 
 The more we gaze the more we have, 
 The mere we get the more we love. 
 
 6 Come finners (hare a glorious part, 
 -One view of Chrift will melt your heart ; 
 And you with ail the faints may reft, 
 And reign eternal ages bleft, 
 
 ■*j Soon by our Prince the field is won, 
 All fightings and our for rows done ; 
 And we (hall with archangels {hare* 
 O finners have a manfion there. 
 
 8 There we (hall fail in feas of love, 
 And foar through ail the realms above S 
 
i4o HYMNS. R-H, 
 
 Millions of fy Hems join as one. 
 In one eternal long, Amen. 
 
 HYMN LXXVI1I. long Metre. 
 Free fa Iv at ion. 
 l9HT"*WA$ God himfelf became the Lamb, 
 JL. To bear the Tinner's guilt and (Iwmc > 
 ^Tis God who offers grace to me ; 
 Sure then his mercy mutt be free. 
 
 2 It is a God who cannot lie,\ 
 Who offers grace to you and I.; 
 O let us all his word believe, 
 And we fhall all his love receive, 
 
 3 Let none prefume his grace to bound, 
 And make his oath an empty found. 
 For he's confirming by an oath, 
 
 He has no pleasure in our deaih, 
 
 4 Now ev'rv wretched foul who will 
 May come and have thrir fins forgiv'n, 
 
 And ev'ry foul who goes to hell, 
 
 Are of their choice {hut out of heav'n. 
 HYMN LXXIX. Particular Metre, 
 Early piety, 
 
 1 "TriSUS i* my youthful bloom, 
 J Take me to thee' as I am ; 
 
 I, .re and foul I now refign, 
 
 And.wiii be forever thine. 
 
 & Since thou gave thy life for me, 
 Lo-d I'll give my foul to thee. 
 Wafh me in ihy precio;:s blocd, 
 J 'it me to enjoy my God, 
 
B. II. HYMNS, 141 
 
 3 Guard my fact from ev'ry fnare, 
 Make my life and foul thy care ; 
 Often let me fee thy face, 
 
 Feel and fing redeeming grace, 
 
 4 Let my heart, my life and tongue, 
 Make thy bleffed name my fong ; 
 
 Bid all other loves adieu ; j 
 
 Only thee I would purfue. 
 
 5 I mull never think it fhame. 
 For to own thy worthy name 9 
 Left one day thou me defpife, 
 And at laft reject my cries. 
 
 6 But it thou wilt give me grace, 
 I will run the chriftian race ; 
 Then receive me to thy home, 
 Where reproaches never come, 
 
 *] There from all the florms of hell 5 
 With my Jefus I fhall dwell ; 
 He will own my worthlefs name 
 In his bright records of fame. 
 
 8 O for that immortal crown I 
 Jefus fertd the tokens down ; 
 Tell me Lord, fhall I be there ? 
 O let me with angels fhare I 
 
 HYMN LXXX, Particular Hdru 
 The happy youth, 
 lTX THILE I am bieft with youthful bloom 
 V V I will purfue that facred Lamb 
 Vv ho bled and died forme ; 
 
? ; 4i HYMN S. B. II. 
 
 If God infpire my heart with prace, 
 And let me fee his fmiling face, 
 A pilgrim I will be. 
 
 2 I'll leave the world with all its toys. 
 And feek thofe.far fuperior joys 
 
 That doth in Jefus dwell ; 
 If Jefus be my God and King, 
 Immortal triumphs I will fing 
 
 O'er all the pow'rs of heii. 
 
 3 A frowning world I will defy, 
 And all its fiatt'ring charms deny, 
 
 If Jefus ftands my friend ; 
 Not long have I the norm to {land, 
 Of this enfnaring barren land ; 
 
 My conflicts foon will end, 
 
 4 Jefus, my friend, my caufe will plead ? 
 Conduct rap ileps, fu'pply my need, 
 
 And never let me fall ; 
 Jefus will all my foes cleft roy, 
 Will be my life, my ftrength, my joy, 
 
 Jelus is all in all. 
 
 5 With joy I'll fpend my fleeting days, 
 To found abroad my Saviour's praife, 
 
 And tell the world his love ; 
 And v.-hen I quit this mortal ftsge 
 J {haH in facred ftrains> engage, 
 
 With ail the faints above. 
 
 6 There I mall with my Jefus dwell, 
 In joys beyond what tongue can telly. 
 
 On that immortal »hore ; 
 
B.U. H Y M N S. 143 
 
 Jefus my love {hall be my joy, 
 His praifes be my fweet employ, 
 And part from him no more. 
 
 HYMN LXXXI. Long Metre, 
 The wonders of redeeming love. 
 3^"\ HOW unbounded was that love 
 
 \^ That bled to fave a guilty race I 
 The Saviour {loops from realms above, 
 To fpread abroad his boundlefs grace 
 
 2 Behold the great MeiTiah hang?, 
 And bleeds upon the (hameful tree, 
 
 And there "he drank death's bitter pangs. 
 That we from death might all be free. 
 
 3 Fain would my foul arife and tell ? 
 
 My Saviour's love from more to more^ 
 That millions might return and dwell 
 With Jefus, and his name adore. 
 
 4 But O ! I mourn beneath my chains, 
 
 And can but Jift a faint defire ; 
 Impatient for thofe lofty ftrains, 
 
 Where angels burn with facred hre* 
 
 £ O all ye dilenta-ngled faints, 
 
 This glorious theme belongs to you ! 
 When death diflblves my long complaints, 
 I'll flrike the higher! praifes too. 
 
 HYMM LXXXII. long Metre. 
 A call tojinners, 
 
 SINNERS behold your Saviour God, 
 Wilh his extended arms abroad + 
 N 2 
 
144 HYMN S. B.II. 
 
 For you. for you, his bowels move, 
 And calls you to redeeming love. 
 
 2 Why will you die when Jefus ihnds, 
 "With life eternal in his hands ? 
 
 His goodnefs knows no bound nor fhore, 
 O tafte and live forever more. 
 
 3 Let not his pity wait in vain ; 
 Do not reject his love again ? 
 
 O hear his moft endearing charms, 
 And fly for mercy to his arms. 
 
 4 Then (hall your fouls forever know, 
 What bleuiags from his goodnefs now, 
 Nor will he ever leave you more, 
 
 Till fafe you've reached the heav'nly ihore. 
 
 HYMN LXXXIIJ. Short Mitre, 
 'Pfjring of Chriji, 
 ig^\ LORD how can I live, 
 
 V-r Or ever happy be, 
 JSxccpt thou doth thy fpirit give, 
 To bring me home to thee ! 
 
 2 I want thy love to tafre, 
 
 And know thou art my God, " 
 O bring me to the gofpel feair, 
 And feed mew.th thy word, 
 
 3 Ten thoufand worlds won't do, 
 To make a finner bled, 
 
 O could 1 bid the world adieu, 
 And find eternal reft, 
 
B. II. H Y M N & s 45 
 
 4 My life itfelf is woe, 
 
 - My joys are mix'd with grief, 
 Where but to thee frail finnersgo 3 
 O God to find relief? 
 
 5 To thee my foul would look, 
 And plead the Saviour's blood ; 
 
 5 Twas the finner's burden took 
 To bring them home to God, 
 
 6 O let my foul be one 
 
 Who {hall enjoy thy grace, 
 That I may worffiip at thy throne, 
 And fee thy fmiling lace. 
 
 *j O may I know thy Iove 3 
 
 And fpend ray days in peace, 
 Then found thy name in realms above, 
 When death and fin (hall ceafe, 
 
 HYMN LXXXIV. Long Metre, 
 
 Praying for the falv aiion cj finnzrs* 
 
 iT OR D why (hould finners go to hell, 
 
 JL-4 And in eternal darknefs dwell, 
 When Jefus fpiit his precious blood 
 To bring the word of fouls to God ? 
 
 2 O God of love thy grace difplay, 
 And take their chains of death away 5 
 That they may know that thou art love, 
 And reign with thee in realms above, 
 
 4 Though they are dead, yet call them forth, 
 From the ftrong pow'rs of fin and death 5 
 And let them feel a life divine, 
 And bej God forever thine, 
 
*4<S H Y M N S. B. II. 
 
 [HYMN LXXXV. Common Metre. 
 The pilgrims' Jong. 
 l^TE foll'wers of the heav'nly king, 
 ^, Who think, your journey long, 
 Come as we journey let us fing 
 A note of Sion's fong. 
 
 2 We will forget all things behind, * 
 And ev'ry idof dear, 
 
 We're to the heav'nly lands inclin'd, 
 And that bleft land is near. 
 
 3 Away from earthly charms and friend^ 
 We'll bid you all adieu, 
 
 Unlefs you join the pilgrims hands, 
 And be a pilgrim too. 
 
 4 We're bought with the Redeemer's blood. 
 And muft forfake you all ; 
 
 Our mailer calls us home to God, 
 And we'll obey the calf. 
 
 5 Soor* we fhall fee the happy day, 
 And walk the peaceful more ; 
 
 Our doubts and fears be done away 
 And we ftell mourn no more. 
 
 HYMN LXXXVI. Long Metre. 
 
 Chrijl calling for /inner s. 
 
 l i( /~10ME, faith the Lord, O finners come, 
 
 V^ And make my kingdom your bleu* home 
 44 And you fitall l^ave all death and pann, 
 <; And in eternal glory reign. 
 
 2 " My arms of love areflrefch'd for you, 
 O corns and bid your fears adisu • 
 
fi. II, HYMN S. s 4 ^f 
 
 " From foes and florms I'll give you reftj 
 6i And make your fouls forever Meft. 
 
 3 " Say, will you with my people go, 
 ii And be redcem'd from endlefs woe ? 
 84 O come and have your fins forgiven, 
 ** And tafte the boundiefs joys of heav'n." 
 HYMN LXXXVII. Common Metre, 
 Defiring Ciirijl above all things. 
 1 \ 4T ETH1NKS I long to fee thy face 3 
 
 AVJL O thou indulgent God, 
 
 To taiie the fweetnefs' of thy grace r 
 
 And fpread thV name abroad. 
 
 2 Jefus let thy heav'niy arms, 
 Encircle me around, 
 
 And lift my heart above the charms f 
 Of this enchanted ground, 
 
 3 Let lofty themes my foul infpire, 
 To foar for joys above ; 
 
 My heart inflame with the fweet fire 
 Of thine immortal love. 
 
 4 O let the glories of thy name. 
 My life and breath employ, 
 
 And ev'ry pow'r of thought inflame 
 With pure feraphic joy. 
 HYMN LXXXVIII. Common Metrfa 
 Longing for meekntjs and hwinility t 
 l £~\ FOR the lpirit of the Dove, 
 \^ To bow this heart of mine J 
 Lord let my foul enjoy thy love, 
 And find a peace divine, 
 
2 O for the meeknefs of the Lamb, 
 To Walk with thee my God ! 
 
 Then (hould I feel thy lovely name, 
 And feed upon thy word. 
 
 3 Jefus, I long to love thee more, 
 And life divine purfue ; 
 
 1 love thy worlhip, name adore, 
 
 In fongs forever new, 
 
 HYMN LXXXIX. Long Metre. 
 God's grace is free. 
 i"TT^ REE is the mercy of our Gsd, 
 
 JL And free the Saviour fpilt his blood $ 
 And now, O mourning fouls for ye, 
 His boundiefs grace is offer'd free, 
 
 2 You are furrounded with his love, 
 And courted to the joys above ; 
 There's no excufe ; why will you die ^ 
 O fly, poor fouls, to Jefus fly. 
 
 3 Immortal crowns are freely giv'n j 
 The worfl of fouls may go to heav'n ; 
 If they will now to Jefus go, 
 
 They fhall ail tafte of heav'n below. 
 
 HYMN XC. Common Metre, 
 The fame, 
 i T ONG has the Saviour call'd for you 
 
 % A O fmners, but in vain ; 
 And yet his goodnefs doth purfue 
 He calls for you again. 
 
 2. And will you ft ill abufe fuch love ? 
 And difregard his call ? 
 
B.II, H Y M N S 8 ->43 
 
 Say, will you go to realms above, 
 Or into rain fall ? 
 
 3 O let the Saviour enter in, 
 And wholly xule your heart ; 
 
 He'll fave you from your death and fin. 
 And never from you part, 
 
 4 He'll give your wounded fpirits refi: 3 
 And fave your fouls from woe ; 
 
 He'i! make your fouls forever bleit ; 
 What more can Jefus do ? 
 
 HYMN XCI. Long Metre, 
 Heaven begun on earth. 
 3 £~\ N" earth I know immortal love, 
 
 %^A And tafie of all the joys above % . 
 My foul, enjoys the great I AM ; 
 And there's no pleafure but in him, 
 
 2 My light is but a feeble ray, 
 Yet it is from eternal day ; 
 Nay joys are by my Jefus giv'n, 
 And he is all the joys of heav'n. 
 
 3 Though in myfelf I am but death, 
 Yet Chnft »n me the word of faith, 
 J^ifts up my heart in realms above, 
 And feeds me with immortal love. 
 
 4 O when {hall I be wholly free ? 
 I want no joys, O God but thee ; 
 Thou art my all, my life my peace, 
 In thee my joys {hail never ceafs, 
 
150 HtM N S. B.II. 
 
 HYMN XCII. Long Metre. 
 
 The vanity of all but Chrift, 
 
 OWHAT are ail thefe earthly toys, 
 Compar'd with heav'n's immortal joys. 
 The world is all an empty found ; 
 But O ! in Chrift true joys abound. 
 
 2 Why will the world for faadovvs rove. 
 And turn their backs on Jefus* love ? 
 Why will they choofe the road to hell, 
 When i hey might in fuli glory dwell ? 
 
 3 In Jefus is immortal lcve, 
 In him is all the joys above ; 
 In him is everlasting peace, 
 Nor will his glories ever ceafe. 
 
 4 Arife ve fons of fallen earth, 
 To life, by an immortal birth ; 
 The God of all the hods above 
 Surrounds you with eternal love. 
 
 HYMN XCIII. Common Metre. 
 
 Longing to feel ike name of Chrift, 
 
 i f\ FOR the name of Chrift imprelPd 
 
 \^r With grace and love divine, 
 As feals O God, upon my breaft, 
 To be forever thine. 
 
 2 O may thy name rny foul infpire, 
 To reach the realms abdve ; 
 
 I long to feel that heav'nly fire, 
 And drink immortal love. 
 
 3 My foal would live in Jefus' name, 
 And knew no other good ; 
 
B. II, H Y-M N S. 151 
 
 Where'er I go his love proclaim, 
 And feaft on angels food. 
 
 HYMN XCIYo Short Metre. 
 Frit grace. 
 i r I ^HE Saviour's grace is free, 
 
 JL And flows without a bound ; 
 Come ftarving Cnners tafte and fee 
 What countlefs fouls have found* . 
 
 2 The Saviour's pa fling by 
 This day and calls forjyou ; 
 
 Why will you fink, why will you die, 
 And endlefs pain purfue ? 
 
 3 The great Jehovah's come 
 With his unbounded love, 
 
 To call you to his heav'nly home, 
 The joyful realms above. 
 
 4 O will you not be bled, 
 With everlafting joy ? 
 
 Or will you lofe eternal reft 
 For but an empty toy. 
 
 HYMN XCV. Common Metre. \ 
 The mounting firmer » 
 vf~*\ HELPLESS, wretched foul am I 3 
 \>J Without a heav'nly friend ! 
 What fliall I do ? where mall I fly ? 
 When will my iorrows.end ? 
 
 2 Wand'ring I fpent my days in grief, 
 And through long nights complain j 
 
 O fliall I ever find relief, 
 From dark nef* guilt and pain ? (X 
 
;c 
 
 ■H^Y-M-N'S. B.'Il- 
 
 3 Or rcufi I wafie my moments fo. 
 Without the fmiles of heav'n ; 
 
 O mull I never, never know 
 My numerous fins forgiv'n ! 
 
 4 Since Jefusbied. and groan'd ard died. 
 To fave i be vileft race ; 
 
 Why mufl I, muft I be deny'd, 
 A (hare in his-free crace ? 
 
 5 But ah ! the Lord will ne'er deny - 
 My wretched foul relief 5 
 
 And if in fin at la tl I die, 
 .It's by my unbelief* 
 
 HYMN XCVI. Common Metre. 
 
 The pilgrim's parting hymn. 
 
 1 tf^ 3ME cheerful pilgrims let us join 
 X_y To fing a part in ct fong ; 
 
 Our notes (hail be on themes divine, 
 From ev'ry h^art and tongue. 
 
 2 The fon of David is our friend, 
 Is rofe snd -gone before ; 
 
 Yvhere all the pilgrims' for rows end, 
 And doubts are known no more. 
 
 -3 And there. we truft e'er long to be. 
 
 And with our Jefi's reign : 
 From a'l our fins and trials free, 
 
 And never part again. 
 
 4 There fie red joys, and themes divinej 
 Shall cv'rv foul inflame : 
 
B; II. H-Y M'N S. ifr 
 
 Each one (nail fay " the Lord is mine" 
 And " worthy is the Lamb." 
 
 HYMN XC VII. Common Metre. 
 To the' youth* 
 3 iTX; HAPPY youth that in the bloom s '• 
 
 \^/ Is found in wifdom's ways I 
 Let death or defolations come, 
 They may rejoice and praife. 
 
 z Jefus for them will here engage, 
 
 With his kind arms of love ; 
 And when they quit this mortal fiate, 
 
 Receive their fouls: above. 
 
 3 O then awake whila vigour'reigns, 
 Dear youth from earthly charms, 
 
 Ye that are yet in death/ and chains,' 
 Fly to the Saviour's arms. 
 
 4 Believe and foon your fouls mail reft, 
 And find your fins forgiv'n ; 
 
 J Tis his delight to make you bkft, 
 With all the joys of heav'n. 
 
 5 Inbliftyou (hail forever dwell. 
 In perfect joy and light ; 
 
 While the deip ife'rs fink to kklfj* " 
 In eveilafhng night. 
 
 HYMN' XCVIII. Long Metre. ■ 
 Souls invited 'id heav'n. 
 
 ;fs as the realms above, 
 Redeemer's dying love ; 
 At:d ihe eternal joys ofhea#'n 
 Is to ihe'vrleft -finiiers g : ' v '"» 
 
 i A S boundiei 
 MX. Is the Re< 
 
-54 HYM N S. B. II, 
 
 2 Impartial grace is fpread abroad J 
 There's none excluded by the Lord j 
 And ev'ry foul enjoys the feaft, 
 But thofe that will refufe to tafte. 
 
 3 This goodnefs knocks at ev'ry door 5 
 And what can Jefus offer more ? 
 
 His blefied life to finners giv'n, 
 And he is all the joys of heav'n. 
 
 3 O finners, from deflru£Hcn flee, 
 Whilft Jefus waits and calls for ye, 
 Bid other lovers all adieu. 
 And life eternal is for you. 
 
 HYMN XC1X- Long Mdre. 
 jefus expo/tulating with finners. 
 iT X THY faith the Lord, O finners why 
 
 V V Will you refufe my grace and die, 
 Why will you wafle your life and breath, 
 In the broad road to endlefs death. 
 
 2 Freely for you I fpilt my blood, 
 And will you not come home to God ? 
 Why will you plunge yourfeives in hell, 
 When you in perfect blifs might dwell. 
 
 3 I enter'd in your world of fin, 
 To fave you from eternal pain ; 
 And when I groan'd upon the tree, 
 It was poor dying fouls, for ye. 
 
 4 And will you dill defplfe my love, 
 And never fee the realms above ? 
 Why will you choofe eternal night, 
 Before the glorious realms of light ? 
 
 
B. II. HYMNS. t i 55 
 
 5 O turn poor finners, turn I pray, 
 And I will take your guilt away j 
 Bid ali your idol gods adieu, 
 And I will be a God to you. 
 
 HYMN C. Long Metre. 
 The jiufidity of the zoorld } and the goodnefs of 
 
 God. 
 * /~\ THE dead flate of Adam's race, 
 
 V*/ Surrounded with redeeming grace, 
 Wafting their days, their life and breath 
 For (hades that lead to endlefs death. 
 
 2 While Jefus bleeds and dies for them, 
 And waits and woos to get them home, 
 They choofe in darknefs ftill to dwell, 
 And laugh the downward road to hell. 
 
 3 Where e'er they go, what'er they do, 
 The Lord doth ftili in love purfue, 
 Intreating them to turn and live, 
 With all the bleflings he can give. 
 
 4 But ftill for fome poor empty found, 
 They rufh on ftill to ruin bound, 
 
 And rifk an everlalting mind 
 
 While they purfue their chaff and wind, 
 
 5 Thus millions lam their wand'ring chafe, 
 Till they conclude their mortal race, 
 Then 'wake as wand'ring (tars to dwell 
 
 In their own blacknefs death and hell. 
 
 6 O finners leave the enchanted ground, 
 God's love is ftill without a bound ; 
 
 O 2 
 
sg6 f H Y M N 3. B. II. 
 
 O bid the charms of earth adieu, 
 The Lord is waiting yet for you. 
 
 7 O come and tafte immortal love, 
 And ever reign in realms above ; 
 There (hine in everlaPung fame, 
 And give thejjlory to the Lamb. 
 
 El\D O.E -THE SECOND BGOX, 
 
HYMNS, 
 
 S'PIR IT U A L SO NG S. 
 
 BOOK III. 
 
 Chief. y confijling on ikenezo birtk, and tht know* 
 ledge and joys of that glorious work, 
 
 HYMN' I. Long Metre-, 
 
 The foul's difcovery of its lo'Ji condition } and- its 
 
 glorious deliverance. 
 iT"VARK and diilrefling was the day, 
 
 JL 3 When o'er the difmal ^uinta I lav, - 
 With trembling-knees and flutt'rinof breath. 
 
 1 ihudder'd on the brink of death. 
 
 2 DeTTrufHon yawn'd on every fide ? 
 I faw no refuge where to^ hide. 
 
 Ten thoufand foes befet me round 3 
 No friend nor comforter I found. 
 
 3; I groan'd and cry'd, while torn with grief,' 
 But none appeared for my relief, 
 Till Chrift the Saviour palling by, 
 Lcok'd on ms wkh a pnyii>g eye, 
 
 4 His love did all my 'fears controul ; 
 Subdu'd my foe* and heal'd'my foul -- 
 His goodnefs wip'd my tears away ? 
 Aau turnNi my darknefs into dxy, 
 
f£8 HYMN S. B. Ill, 
 
 5 He brought me from the gates of hell, 
 The wonders of his crace to tell : 
 
 O may he now infpire my tongue 
 To make his lovely name my fong. 
 
 6 Fain would I lire fo fpeak his praife, 
 And always point to wifdom's ways ; 
 That other fouls his love may know, 
 And fpeak his bound lefs goodnefs too. 
 
 HYMN II. Long Metre. 
 Acknowledging the great love of Chri/l, 
 iTT OW great O Jefus was thy love ! 
 
 JLjL To leave for me the realms above I 
 And to this wretched world defcend, 
 To be my Saviour 3nd my friend I 
 
 2 It was for me thou freely bled, 
 And bow'd' thy great majeftic head ; 
 Then gave the laft expiring breath, 
 To fave me from eternal death. 
 
 3 My foul, and did the Son of God, 
 Give up his life and fpill his blood, 
 To give tome his joy and refl, 
 With him as one forever bled. 
 
 4 Then let ten thoufand praifes be 
 To thee O bleffed Lamb to thee ! 
 And in thofe flrains with all my heart, 
 May I forever bear my part ! 
 
 HYMN III. Common Metre. 
 The efferts of faith. 
 
 J1SUS, my Lord increafe my faith, 
 And fiil me with thy love ; 
 
B. III. H Y M N S. 159 
 
 That I may break the bars of death, 
 And make thefe rocks remove. 
 
 2 There's nothing elfe that can fuffice, 
 
 Or make my heart rejoice ; 
 Tis faith that all my wants fupplies 
 
 And lifts my cheerful voice. 
 
 3- When e'er I £ee\ that faith divine 
 
 I climb to realms of biifs ; 
 I feel the bieiled Lord is mine, 
 
 And know that I am his. 
 
 4 When I have faith, I feel and hear 
 
 Good tidings from above ; 
 Faith bids my foul with joy appear, 
 
 In the fweet realms of love. 
 
 6 Then mount my foul on wings of faith. 
 
 Stretch ev'ry pow'raway ; 
 And leave the clocrs of fin and death. 
 To reach eternal day. 
 
 HYMN IV.' Common Metric 
 Under ajtnft of God's gcodnefs. 
 3 /""^ REAT was thy love, O God, to me f 
 
 \J When ev'ry helper fail'd I 
 And had not thou have fet mc free, 
 My foes had foon prevail'd. 
 
 2. O may I ne'er forget thy grace, 
 
 Lon£ as I draw my breath ! 
 But tell how free thy gaodnefs is, 
 
 Till voice is loft in death. 
 
 3 Then, then, with all thy faints above r 
 I fhali forever reign, 
 
rfo- U Y M N Si B.III. 
 
 And found thine everlafting love, 
 In one immortal ft>ain. 
 
 4 One I fhall be with' that blcft ■ Lamb, 
 
 That 'bled and died for me ; 
 Enjoy his love, that facred flame, 
 
 'io all eternity. 
 
 HYMN V. Long Metre. 
 On the day of'ejpbufaL. 
 1 C? WEET was tne ^ a y 3 and great the joy/ 
 
 k3 When Jefus fpoke the favingworu, 
 Which did my fears and foes defiroy, 
 And told my foal he was ifiy Lord. 
 
 2. Then drank my foul of living firearm, 
 
 And itd upon redeeming love ; 
 This world appear'd like {hades and dreams, 
 
 While I with rapture foar'd above. 
 
 3 Ah ! then I thought no more to 3 ray 
 For pieafures round this mortal fhcr e , 
 
 And when my foul was drawn adray, 
 The earth fuppiy'd tny wants no more* • 
 
 4 But he that lov'd my foul at firft, 
 Smii'd and reviv'd my joys again - r 
 
 On him iny cheerful foul could truft, 
 And loll my forrows and my pa<n. 
 
 HYMM VI. Long Metre. ■ 
 Sion comforted, or religion reviving: 
 l % \ \RK - was the: day, our fears were great- 
 JL^ And mournful was our captive fong, * 
 Wijjii wandering our captive f:at.e, 
 
 And all our threai'ning foes were ftrong^ 
 
B. III. H Y-M N S, -i-6x 
 
 2 Sing us a long of Sion now, 
 
 They laughing in denfion {aid ; 
 Our harps were hung, our hopes were low, 
 And all our. fouls a prey were made. 
 
 3 'Twas hard to fpeak of Sion then, 
 And hard to think our God would fail , 
 
 How could we hear that cruel men 
 Should triumph, and at iafl prevail ! 
 
 4 Then did this powers of hell blafpheme ? 
 
 Becaufe our broken walls were low, 
 Saying " Whtrz is your b oaf ed fame ? 
 
 (l ,4&nd zohcre's your mighty faviour now!'* 
 
 5 But in the midTfc of ail. our grief, 
 
 Our God made known deiiv'ring power. :; 
 -His arm appear'd for your relief. 
 And brought thedong-defired hour. 
 
 6 Soon he expell'd the -.gloomy {hade ? 
 
 Our hopes, and flrength, and joys reflor*d y 
 •The lambs which from his fold had flray'd, 
 He cali'd,.and fed around his board. 
 
 ■ *j 'Tis now we'il f.ng the Viclors.fong, 
 And learn £ our heav'nly Captain's namej 
 
 ^Eternal prai.fe to him belongs. 
 
 While all our foes are cloth'd in fliame<. 
 
 8 All glory be to Sions-King, 
 
 Whofe love redeemed u 
 
 f* 
 
 Lef faints above his praifes fing, 
 And we with humbler notes below 
 
1 6s -HYMN S. B.IIL 
 
 KYMN VII. Short Metre. 
 Wondering at God's grace. 
 i JT^ REAT was the Saviour's Iove 3 
 \_X When for my foul he came ! 
 For me he left the realms above, 
 And blefied be his name ! 
 
 2 My foul had foon defpair'd 
 In that diflreffing hour, 
 
 If Chrift had not my friend appear'c 
 With his almighty pow'r. 
 
 3 He fpohe the healing word, 
 
 And bid the ftorm to ceafe ; 
 
 He told me he would be my God, 
 
 And give me lading peace. 
 
 4 O what a feafl divine, 
 
 My foufdid then enjoy! 
 Then I could fay my God was mine., 
 Nor cculd my foes deftroy. 
 
 5 Now let my cheerful foul 
 On earth thy love proclaim, 
 
 And when thefe hours mall ceafe to roll, 
 Sound thine eternal fame. 
 
 H Y MN VIII. Long Metre. 
 A miracle of Grace. 
 
 OHQW diflrefling was the fcene, 
 When foon I thought to take my flighty 
 W'ith but a flutt'ring breath between 
 • My foul in everlafling night. 
 2 My wafting body r3ck'd with pain, 
 And liwj'ring on the verge of deatH; 
 
B.IIL H YM NS, i< 
 
 All helps to fdve my foul were va;H ? 
 Or yet to lengthen out my breath. 
 
 3 But in that mofidi fire fling hour 
 When all my foul W2s torn with grief. 
 
 Jefus with his almighty pow'r 
 Appear'd in love to my relief, 
 
 4 O what a friend did he appear 
 
 To my defpairing guilty foul I 
 ' His .goodnefs banifh'd all my fear. 
 
 And made my wounded confciei^f t who'ie 
 
 5 Ten thoufand tongues can ne'er exprefs. 
 
 The greatnefs of his love to me ; 
 He brought my foul from deep diftrefs, 
 And bid me drink of pleafures free. 
 
 6 O Jefuc let me ne'er forget 
 
 The fcenes of that important hour; 
 
 1 love redemption from the pit, 
 
 . But O ! I love thy gcodnefs more. 
 
 HYMN IX. Common Metre, 
 
 Amazed at the /loop of jfehovak. 
 
 2 ^7£7* -^Y °lid Jehovah think on me ? 
 
 V V And fave Cy foul from hell ? 
 Could he come down to bleed fo free 
 That I with him might dwell ! 
 
 2 O pleating thought ! a truth divine ! 
 I've heard the joyful found ; 
 
 My foul has/drunk of heav'nly wine, 
 IFor Tefus I have fo'jnd, 
 P 
 
i6 4 HYMNS. B. III^ 
 
 3 Ten thoufand praifes, O ^hou Lamb, 
 
 Unto thy name is due ; 
 And I {hall found thy worthy fame 
 
 In raptures ever new. 
 
 HYMN X. Particular Metre. 
 A Pilgrim's Jong* 
 
 WITPI God's people Jet us go, 
 Heart and hand while here below ; 
 Run with joy the chriftian race, 
 TelJ and ring redeeming grace. 
 
 2 He ihat lov'd us foon will come, 
 Wipe our tears and call us home ; 
 Then we'll fee the peaceful fhore, 
 Where the pilgrims part no more. 
 
 3 Soon we'll reign wish Chrifl above, 
 Solace in his boundlefs love, 
 
 ' IVathng lccnes bear t\s away, 
 Raptures of eternal day. 
 
 4 Shout ye pilgrims, lift your voice, 
 Jefus lives, let us rejoice ; 
 Travel on a few fteps more, 
 
 Then your weary days arc o'er. 
 
 HYMN XI. Long Metre.. 
 Chrifi's Amhffadcrs inviting of /inii-:*s e 
 t O INNERS this day the Saviour fta«<h, 
 
 KJ With ;,-( v.-ns and pardons in his hands; 
 O be iotreated to receive, 
 What the Redeemer waits to give. 
 
 thofe that have Gmbi'ac'd the call, 
 Harc found this JeTtis all in ail ; 
 
B.IIV H Y M N 3. 16-5 
 
 And O ! he ftands as free for you, 
 Come finners {hare his goodnefs too. 
 
 3 He pluck'd us from the jaws of hell : 
 In paradifehe makes us dwell j 
 
 O bid your i/lols all adieu, 
 And go with us to glory too. 
 
 4 He wafh'd us in his precious blood, 
 Seats us among the fons of God ; 
 And you with us may have a feat, 
 And with us all in glory meet. 
 
 5 His bleffed ways are ways of peace, 
 Nor will his goodnefs ever ceafe ; 
 
 O come, poor formers, tafle and fee 
 How happy all h:s children be. 
 
 6 Come now and have your fins forgiv'n, 
 And walk with us the road to heav'n; 
 We've bid all other loves adieu ; 
 
 coaie and love our Jefus too. 
 
 1 Say will you with us pilgrims join, 
 And feek th< fe joys which are divine ; 
 Immortal g or.es are for vou, 
 
 If you will be a piigrim too. 
 
 HYMN XII.. Long Metre.. 
 For the Evening, 
 
 x T ORD t lay me down to reft, 
 
 BL 4 Let me lean upon thy bread ; 
 W- aich my pillow while 1 flee-p, 
 Thou, my foul and body keep* 
 
H Y M N S. B. UK 
 
 2 If in <<eatli I ciofe my eyes, 
 May I 'wake above the ikies ; 
 Reach wixh joy 'he peaceful (Lore, 
 Where I'll need this lleep no more. 
 
 3 Ah \ might I with Jefus 'wake, 
 All ray (ins, and clogs forfake, 
 
 O how happy (houid I be, 
 Bleil to all eternity ! 
 
 HYMN XIII. Long Metre, 
 
 A miracle cf grace, 
 
 ilVT O mortal tongue can ever tell, 
 JL/^j The horrors of that gloomy night, 
 \\ hen I hung o'er the brink of hel!, 
 Expecting foon my wicked flight ! 
 
 2 I felt my burden wafte my life, 
 While guilt did ev'ry hope devour, 
 
 Trembling I ftretch'd wiih groans and flrife 
 For to efcape the dreadful hour. 
 
 3 But in the midft of all my grief, 
 The great Mefliah fpoke in love ; 
 
 HiVarm appeared for my relief, 
 
 And bid my guilt and forrows move. 
 
 4 He phick'd me from rhc jaws of hell, 
 
 With his aimigitiV arm of power ; 
 An, 1 O ! no mortal tongue can tell, 
 The changr of. that immortal hour ! 
 
 5 Then I cP/tv'u a fweet releafe, 
 
 F;-o;r. chains of in and power's of deaih, 
 
B. IH. HYMN S. t6f 
 
 My foul was fill'd whhbeav'nly peace, 
 My groans are turn'd to praising breath. 
 
 6 How did my tongue rejoice to tell, 
 The goodnefs of the Lord to me ! 
 
 And O my foul with him {hail dwell 
 Ere long from all my for rows free,- 
 
 7 O may I live to fpread his name, 
 While mortal life with me remains 
 
 Then will I found his lading fame 
 And glory with immortal Arams, 
 
 HYMN XIV. Common Metre. 
 The happy fiate of chrifiians. 
 it) LEST are the fouls who ever knew 
 
 11 The <rreat Redeemer's name ; 
 Suie they may bid their fears adieu, 
 And truft and praife the Lamb. 
 
 2 Although ten thoufand foes belet 
 Their fouls on ev'ry fide, 
 
 Jefus fecureiy guides their feet,. 
 On him they may confide. 
 
 3 He feeds them from his iab!e free, 
 And holds them in his hand, 
 
 And foon their happy fouls (hall fee 
 Tne bieft and heav'nly land. 
 
 4 There they mall folace in his love, 
 Released from ev'ry pain ; 
 
 Re gn with the Lord in realms above, 
 And never fin again. 
 
iSS II Y M If S. Rlffi 
 
 MYMM XV. Long kith; 
 
 Rc-nzmberiug the day of efpoufals. 
 
 5 ^\ ^ T CE on the brink of endiefs death * 
 
 \^J? I Rood expos'd at ev'ry breath ; 
 Trembling I faw the gulph below 
 Yawning with everlafimg woe. 
 
 2 But Jn the mod diftrefling hour, 
 When ruin threatcn'd to devour, 
 The Tinners friend came pa fling by, 
 And look'd on me with pitying eye» 
 
 3 To him I freely gave my will ; 
 H" bid mount Sinai's roar be ftill ; 
 Ke made my fears and forrcws ceafe, 
 Ami bieft ;ne with a heav'nly peace. 
 
 4 I f?!t his arms of love abound, 
 
 HTi cheering grace heai'd ev'ry wound, 
 With bis own blood he wafh'd my foul, 
 And made my wounded fp:nt whole. 
 
 5 'i hen while I walk'd in heav'nly light ; 
 Kg more I fear'd the (hades of night 
 But ah ! how foon I turn'd from God, 
 And 'oil the fweelnefs of his word. 
 
 6 Yet bk- {fed be his worthy name, 
 His love ;o me was ftill the fame : 
 :\v.i\ when uoon my foul he fmil'q, 
 His love ret!a ; m'd his wand'ring t !> Jlcf. 
 
 -j I'm griev r d to think how far I'd been 
 From Jcfus in the ways of tin, 
 
BT. Ill; H Y M N $, 16^ 
 
 And pray'd and vow'd no more to rove 
 From my Redeemer and his love. 
 
 HYiMM- XVI. Common Metre. 
 The pilgrim's Jong. 
 i/~^'OME ye that know the blelfed name 
 
 V>- OfChrift our bleeding friend, 
 We'll all as one purfue the Lamb, 
 Till mortal notes {hail end, 
 
 2 Although we walk through defert lands, - 
 Where dorms of forrows fly, 
 
 We're led by the Redeemer's hand, 
 To brighter climes on high, 
 
 3 We will not think our journey long, 
 Nor call our trials great ; 
 
 We'll cheer our fpirits with a foog, 
 Through all our mortal flare. 
 
 4 Soon (hall cur forrows be no more ? 
 For we mall foar above, 
 
 And walk wuh joy that blifsfnl fhore, 
 Where nothing reigns but love. 
 
 HYMN XVII, Short Metre, 
 The vanity of cM things but Chrijl, 
 l r 5 v HxS world with all her joys, 
 
 JLr Would ftarve a hunrrr-v mind,- 
 Bui when 1 bear my Saviour's voice, 
 Subfiantial joys I find. 
 
 2 When I can tafle his love, 
 
 And he3r my Saviour fav, 
 That I (hall reign with him above^- 
 
 It takes any fears away, 
 
*fi HYMNS. B.ITr. 
 
 3 Then I can bid adieu 
 
 To ev'ry threat'ning ilorm ; 
 With joy my Jefus I purfue, 
 And fing his lovely name. 
 
 4 O then my foul is bleft, 
 "With peace and joy divine ; 
 
 Then I begin eternal reft, 
 
 And know that heav'n is mine. 
 HYMN XVIII. Particular Metre, 
 A Jong uf praifc to Chrijl. 
 J C* HOUT all ye armies of the (ky, 
 k^ The praifes of the Lord moll high, 
 A.iid found his bleft incarnate name, 
 Let all your heav'nly arches found, 
 With joy refound, with joy refound, 
 All glory to the heav'nly Lamb ! 
 
 2 A God, O think defcends to dwell 
 Among ihe wretched heirs of hell, 
 
 And bleeds a rebel world to fave ; 
 A God an infant of a fpan, 
 The fon of man. the fun of man, 
 
 Come to fubdue death and the grave, 
 
 3 O mortals bid your floih adieu, 
 The God himlelf has come that you 
 
 Might in his glorious kingdom dwell ; 
 Behoid he groans in agonies,. 
 And freely dies, and freely dies, 
 > To fave your wretched foul from hell ! 
 
 4 Let ev'ry mortal join the fong, 
 Ten thoufand thanks to him belong, 
 
 AU hatl thou bleft incarnate naaie ; 
 
3. Ill, H Y M N S, 
 
 Let old and young, and rich and poor, 
 This God adore, this God adore, 
 Who dies to rear our lading fame. 
 HYMN XIX. Long Metre. 
 Remembering the efpovjals to Chrift* 
 i/*TAN I forget that dreadful day 
 
 %*±S* When wall' wing in my fins I lay, 
 And ev'ry moment, ev'ry breath, 
 Expecting everlafting death. 
 
 2 Long nights of grief I waded through^ 
 With earth and hell againft me too ; 
 With threat'ning foes and ftorrns around, - 
 My naked foul no refuge found, 
 
 3 I groan 'd and cried, but all in vain g 
 Nothing remov'd my guilt and pain, 
 'Till Jefus fpoke the faving word, 
 And brought my guilty foul to God* 
 
 4 He nll'd are with his love divine, 
 And told my foul that he was mine ; • 
 He wip'd my tears of grief away, 
 And turnd my darknefs into day. 
 
 5 Then while I felt his cheering voice^ 
 I leap'd, I prais'd, and I rejoie'd ; 
 And long'd to teil the world around 
 What a bleft friend my foul has foundV 
 
 HYMN XX. Long Metre. 
 
 The christian's requejt. 
 
 l^~yMIGHT I always feel thy powV- 
 Of that eternal -life divine I - 
 
ft,* H Y M N S. B . HI. 
 
 Then could I fay at every hour, 
 
 That T was his and he was mine. 
 2 Then happy days I mould enjoy, 
 
 While feafting on my Saviour's love T 
 His praifes mould my tongue employ, 
 
 And o'er his beauties I would rove. 
 
 g I mould defpife the joys of earth, 
 And glories which the world admire, 
 
 For all their grandeur 3nd their minh 
 Is far too low for my defire. 
 
 4 I'd bid adieu to all their dreams ; 
 Their pleafures would not do for me j 
 
 Redeeming love {hall be my theme, 
 And God my only portion be, 
 
 5 Long as I felt the heav'nly charms, 
 And tafted the immortal food, 
 
 I would not leave my Saviour's arms, 
 For countlels years of earthly good. 
 
 6 I count the fweetnefs of his grace 
 More than a thoufand worlds to me J 
 
 O may I fee him face to face, 
 
 And where he is there let me be. 
 
 HYMN XXI. Particular Metre. 
 A pilgrim* s Jong* 
 l^TTV'N thoufand praifes to the hand 
 
 JL That 1. as its through this barren land, 
 
 bdfe ftotn the pow'rs of hcil and death ; 
 O let us love his worthy name, 
 And join- to fpread his lading fame, 
 
 Until our lail expiring breath I 
 
B.UI. HYMNS. *7$ 
 
 2 We'll pratfe him for his kindnefs paft, 
 And truft him ftiii while time {hall laft, 
 
 And love and fing cur journey through ; 
 Soon we (hall hear our matters fay, 
 4i Arifeye pilgrims hajie away, 
 
 And bid your j arrows all adieu." 
 
 3 Then in -thofe peaceful realms of reS 5 
 Among the faints forever bleft, 
 
 Eternal amhems we {hall fmg ; 
 There {hall our happy fpirits rove, 
 .O'er the unbounded fea of love, 
 
 And reign with our immortal King. 
 
 HYMN XXII. .Common Metre, 
 All is vanity and forrow without Chriji, 
 l^TTHIS world is but an empty iound 
 
 JL With all its beft delight ; 
 The brighteft days that e'er is found, 
 Is but a tedious night. 
 
 2 Lord leave me not to wander here 
 Without thy fmiling face ; 
 
 O let me find thee always near 
 To cheer me with thy grace. 
 
 3 Where {hall my weary foul retire. 
 To find a moment's reft ? 
 
 Or where for happinefs afpire, 
 But to my Saviour's breaft. 
 
 4 Dear Jefus, fill my foul I prayi, 
 With thy redeeming love ; 
 
 O take all unbelief away, 
 And bear my heart above. 
 
*74 H Y M N S. B- III. 
 
 5 Then might I live to praife thy name, 
 
 And walk, O God with ihee ; 
 And tell the world of that bled Lamb, 
 
 Who gave his life for me, 
 
 HYMN XXIII. Common Metre. 
 Acknowledging God's grace. 
 a /^ REAT was thy goodnefs. O my God, 
 
 \JJT To fuch a wretch as me ! 
 'Twas love that fpread thy grace abroad. 
 And brought me home to thee. 
 
 2 Long as I Lve O let me tell 
 The wonders of that grace 
 
 That brought me from the jaws of heli 
 Unto the heav'nly feaft. 
 
 3 O could I through all nations rove. 
 With the Redeemers name ; 
 
 I'd tell the wonders of his love, 
 And his free grace proclaim. 
 
 4 And O when I fliall leave this more* 
 For brighter worlds above, 
 
 My raptur'd foul fhould (till adore, 
 This God of bcundlefs love. 
 
 HYMN XXIV. Long Metre. 
 On the happy hour of conversion. 
 ±f~\ HAPPY hour, and fweet the place, 
 "V^X Where firft I knew redeeming grace | 
 'Twas then I drank of joys divine, 
 And Chrift the bleeding Lamb was mine. 
 2 His arm has reach'd from realms above. 
 And filPd my foul with heav'nly love .; 
 
JB. III. H Y M -N S. 
 
 And taught ray ftam'ring tongue to fiffg, 
 The concjuefts of my bleeding King. 
 
 3 Secure I fat beneath his fhade ; 
 While on his breaft I lean'd my head ; 
 Wond'ring with joy, that ever he 
 Should look on fuch a wretch as me, 
 
 4 Ah happy, happy ws; the clay ! 
 My tears of grief were wip'd away i 
 And I was brought from death and hell, 
 The goodnefs'of the Lord to tell. 
 
 HYMN XXV. Common Metre, 
 
 The chrijlidn pilgrims, 
 ajf^OME let us join in heart and hand* 
 '\*^/ Ye fellow pilgrims dear \ 
 We're haft'ning to the heav'nly land, 
 And the bright morn is near. 
 
 "2 We ro'uft all earthly charms adieu, 
 
 If we purfue the Lord ; 
 We'll fight the ftorm of forrow through, 
 
 And feed upon his word. 
 
 g We mufi keep hear our Blefied Lord, 
 While traveling here below,' 
 
 With joy we'll walk the heav'nly road$ 
 And Ting where e'er we go. 
 
 4 God is our friend we need not fear^ 
 Our foes fhali ne'er prevail ; 
 
 His arm of love is always near 3 
 Nor can his gocdnefs fail. 
 
 a 
 
:-o HY M -N S< E.I> 
 
 4 My grace attend your frying ^2)', 
 
 And iove infpire each brealij 
 To waft us on without de'ay, 
 
 To our eternal jell. 
 
 6 Soon we fb a 1 1 fmg the viftor's fane. 
 
 On the c e 1 e H i a 1 fnore, 
 And join the van 1 angelic throng, 
 Then we fliaH part no more. 
 
 HYMN XXVI. Ion? Metre. 
 The chriJHan's parting ky pin. 
 : j^~\ x \CE more we'll join before wc pact 
 \^r To fing with ev'ry voice and. heart j 
 Since JcTus is our God and king, 
 Sure we with humble joy may fing. 
 
 2 Our heart and voice belong?: to God, 
 Who boughjtjUS with his precious blood ., 
 
 Then when we part, where e'er we. rove., 
 Let each proclaim redeeming love. 
 
 .3 And when our work is done below 
 We'll bid adieu to all our woe ;. 
 Shall leave our fears, and take our. flight 
 To climes of uncreated light. 
 
 4 There we (hall with grch .angels join 
 In themes of love audjoys divine ; 
 And there with raptures we (hall fee 
 The Lamb that bled for you and me. 
 
 5 Then, then, dear pilgrims, we fliaH fing 
 Immortal ft rains to God our king ; 
 
 O the (weet realms of joy and peace, 
 Yrhfre. joys divine fli-ill never ceafe. 
 
3. nf. HYMN S. 177 
 
 HYMN' XXVI L Particular Metre, 
 On thz Saviour's love, 
 3 f\ MY Jefus, live with me, 
 
 \^s Take nje, take me near to thee 5 
 Where I flray, where e'er I rove, 
 Let mefeaflupon thy love, 
 
 2 Love alone can cheer my foul ; 
 Love cloth all my foes controui ; 
 Love unites my foul to thee, 
 Sets my heart from forrows free. 
 
 3 Lova has brought my foul from hell % 
 Love makes me in fafcty dwell, 
 Makes me finer with cheerful voice. 
 Over aeaih and hell rejoice, 
 
 4 Hafie my blefled Lord I pray, 
 Take ail thing? but Jove away ; 
 Fill me with a iove divine ; 
 Love (hall make me wholly thine, 
 
 5 Help me Lord where'er I rove/ 
 To proclaim redeeming love ; 
 
 Let me never leave my friend, 
 Till this mortal life (hall end. 
 
 5 Then (hall Jove my fourintlame, 
 Lwrap'd up in Jefus' name ; 
 There the God of !ove adore, 
 Love (hall reigri forevermore. 
 
 7' Sailing through the cinnes above, - 
 Drink and jrng immortal iove ; 
 Love (hall all our lulls inflame ; 
 All in iove with Chriftths La ; nb.- 
 
1 7 3 H Y M N 3. B.IH, 
 
 HYMN X XVI II. Particular Metre* 
 Choofing of Chrijl. 
 3 f^\ LORD I count ail things but iofs, 
 \^f And all the jovs of earth but droie, 
 Until! thy blcffed felfl find; 
 Give me my portion in thy love, 
 A manfion in the realms above, 
 For that alone can cheer my mind, 
 
 2 Dear Jefus dew thyfelf to me, 
 And bind my heart ail up in thee, 
 
 Nor iet me leave the ways of peace ; 
 Feed me O thou life-giving word. 
 And iet me walk with thee my God, 
 
 Till earthly dimes with me fhall ceafe* 
 
 3 Then will thou call my foul avrsy, 
 To brighter climes ofheav'nly day, 
 
 To dwell forever en thy b re ail ; 
 But O my Jefus can it be, 
 That I (hail ever reign with thee, 
 
 In boundlefs joys forever bleli S 
 
 4 Tis there beyond death and the grave 
 My only portion would I have, 
 
 And O I fruft by grace I fhall ; 
 I have already found his love, 
 And drank of the fweet joys above, 
 And found my Jefus is my all. 
 HYMM XXIX. Common Metre* 
 The heaven bcrnfoui, 
 i r lPZN thoufand praifes to thy name 3 
 JL. O thou incarnate God i 
 
B. III. K Y M N S. : 
 
 •'Tw3s thou that bore my guilt and fri3me, . 
 And wafh'd me in thy blood. 
 
 2 Once I bung o'er eternal death, 
 A (hanger lo thy love ; 
 
 Not all the joys and friends on earth 
 Could make my woes remove. 
 
 3 But thou beheld me on the brink. 
 Of blacknefs and defpair ; 
 
 Thou would not let the fi sifter fink,. 
 But did thy love declare. 
 
 4 Thou rais'd my wretched foul from hell-; 
 And gave me joys above, 
 
 And taught my cheerful tongue to tell 
 The wonders of thy love. 
 
 5 And -fince I've known thy MefTed natae^. 
 I've found the life is fore $ 
 
 My Jefus he is ftiii the fame 3: 
 So Ihall my rock endure, 
 
 HYMN XXX. Long Metre, 
 
 The happy ft ate of chriftians. 
 iT^HINK,.0 my foui, bow 'Weft are they 
 
 JL Whofe names and portions are above 
 Almighty goodnefs guards their way, 
 
 And feeds them with immortal love. 
 
 2 Safely :h?y tread the defart through, 
 Held up by the Redeemer's hand, 
 
 And i'yon they'll bid all dorms adieu, 
 And reach with joy the heav'nlv land s 
 
iSo H Y M N S. B.III, 
 
 3 There they will reft in endlefs joy, 
 Where nothing can but 'love be known, 
 
 And ev'ry pow'r of thought employ, 
 To gaze on the eternal throne. 
 
 4 Lord may I be fo happy too, 
 
 And find my iafting portion there | 
 All earthly joys I'd bid adieu. 
 
 And with thy faints forever (hare, 
 HYMN XXXI. Long Metre, 
 Ike chri;'ian's choice. 
 l 1 SUS my fotil would fain abide, 
 ^J Forever humble at thy feet j 
 
 1 a ..it no other piace to hide, 
 
 Nor wilh a more exalted feat, . 
 
 2 I- want to have my al! in thec, 
 United with ur.be/unded love, 
 
 Nor other j^ys my foul wov;ld fee, - 
 Long as immortal pow'rs fliall move, 
 
 3 With- joy I'd nread this ciefart through^ . 
 Ar,d lean upon my Saviour's hand, 
 
 A.^t love divine my ftrength renew, 
 To prefe towards the heav'nly iar,d 
 
 4 There blefled Jefus, v.'ou!d I dwell, 
 \V..ih thee above in perfet} peace, 
 
 F.u from the Rorms and pow'rs of hell, 
 WHere life and joy {hail never ceaie» 
 
 5 Lord thou wilt freely make me blelt 
 W/th i hat imnrorial flafe of icy,- 
 
 Nor would I lofe ihat ficred reft 
 To chafe this world's amuiing toy.. 
 
H. III." H Y M N S. i3i 
 
 HYMN XXXII, Common Metre, 
 The work vj conoerfion declared. ■ 
 
 l'T^f THEN I was trembling on the brink 
 V "' V" Of death and iong defpair, 
 
 Ling'nng and fearing foon to fink, 
 Then Jefus did appear. 
 
 2 The Lamb of God (who died for me) 
 Beheld my helplefs cafe ; 
 
 From e'lidlefs rum fet me free. 
 By his unbounded grace, 
 
 3 He gave my foul a heav'nly peace ? ■ 
 And gave me ftre'ngih divine ; 
 
 He made my cutting an.gui.Qi ceafe, • 
 And fa;d that he was mine. 
 
 4 Ten thoufand pralfes to ihy name 9 '■ 
 My jefus and rry God ! 
 
 Who waih'd my foul from guilt and £hame 
 In thy redeeming blood* 
 
 5 To ycu that love my God I'll tell 
 What he has done for me. 
 
 With \ oj in glory I (hail dwell 
 To all eternity, 
 
 HYMN XXXIir, long Metre, 
 Defiring not only the name, bvtlihzvijetkena=- 
 ture cf a chriftian. 
 
 j/"\ FOR a tafte of Life divine 
 
 \^/ To feedthis huno-ry foul of mine I 
 I want the Son of God to know, 
 And tafte of heav'n while h^re 'bsiowi 
 
1*82 H Y M-N-S. Bfelll, 
 
 2 If -I were fire that I {hould have 
 A crown of joy beyond the grave, 
 Yet that alone won't do for me ; 
 
 3« want while here with God to be. 
 
 3 What e'er I do, where e'er I go) 
 
 I want ihofe joys of heav'n to know l 
 I want the pow'rs of fin fubdu'd, 
 And £nd my precious foul renew 'd. 
 
 4 I do not want the chriftian's name, 
 Without the nature of the Lamb ; 
 
 1 want to bid all loves adieu, 
 
 But ChFift-my Lord, and him purfue#- 
 
 5 Dear Saviour, thou my all mufi be, 
 And give me ftrength to walk with thee ; 
 Without a rival rule my heart,- 
 
 And neveHer me from thee parf, 
 
 HYMN XXXIV. Common Mttrei 
 Thanks to the Redeemer. 
 i r 1 ' V L^S t hoti land thonfand praifesbe, 
 
 JL To Cbr.a the fla ighter'd Lamb J 
 He gave his precious life for me, 
 And bore my. guilt and ihame. 
 
 2 He fay'd my foul from end lefs piin, 
 And gave me hea-v'nly re f) ; 
 
 And O I-truft with him to reign, 
 And live forever bled.- 
 
 3 He's wafh'd me in his precious Mood, 
 And ii ^s fiee f{ irit giv'n ! 
 
 He r> my father and by God, 
 Yea hi is all my heav'n. 
 
.3. Ill, H Y M Nt'S: \%%* 
 
 3 My foul would fing his dying love 3 
 
 While (his fhort life remains ; 
 Then in the glorious realms above 
 Shout forth in higher drains. 
 
 HYMN XXXV. Long Metre, 
 The chrijlian's parting hymn, 
 iT^AREWELL ye happy faints of God, 
 
 A Who are redeem'd with Jefus' blood 5 
 Where e'er y'oa go the Saviour's nigh, 
 Your life in him {hall never die, 
 
 2 Fear not your foes, though they are ftrong^ 
 The concjueft doth to you beloncr j 
 
 The great Jehovah leads you on, 
 
 And by his ftrength your crown is won, 
 
 3 You're travelling through a world of woes 3 
 Where clouds do often interpofe ; 
 
 But foon you'll reach the happy (bore. 
 Where clouds (hall veil your fouls no more, 
 
 4 Prefs on to the eternal day, • 
 
 That wipes the christian's tears away ; : 
 Your grief is lhort ; the hour is nigh, 
 When you (hall foar to realms on higho 
 
 5 While here go leanhig on your Lordj ■ 
 He'll feed you^with immortal food 5 
 
 Msy Jefus make your lights divine, 
 Where e'er you po as cities (hine. 
 
 6 Farewell, now let our bodies part, 
 But fiill we'll be as near in heart ; 
 And ifin time we meet no more, 
 We'll meet when parting all is o'er, 
 
iSi H Y M N S. B. Ill, 
 
 HYMN XXXVI. Short tietti. 
 
 All glory to the Lamb. 
 i^l ^O praife the bleeding Lamb, 
 
 JL Let every tGngue employ ] 
 r Ih;s Jefus is the angels theme, 
 
 An3 all the feraphs jey, 
 
 2 He is the finner's friend ; 
 He is the faints delight, 
 
 Then let our mortal notes afcer.cL 
 And with the heav'n's unite. 
 
 3 Sing how Jehovah came 
 To Bethlehem's vile ken,' 
 
 Is bom and Jefos is his name, 
 To fave the fons of men, 
 
 4 Tell how he waded through 
 Long nights and years of grief ; 
 
 Mourners may bid their fears adietiy 
 He's come for their relief, 
 
 5 ^ell how to Golgotha 
 
 Ke travels drefs'd in blood ; 
 
 He dies to take our guilt away, 
 
 And brings us home to God, 
 
 6 O let him be ador'd, - 
 
 By ev'ty hear: and tongue L 
 Ye heirs of bltfsby him rcflor'd, 
 O make his name your fong. 
 
 7 tjjtiifcrowds from pole to pole, 
 Enter his courts of grace ; 
 
 And cheerful join wivh voice and fjuf ? 
 His wdi-djferved praife. 
 
B. IIL H Y M N S. 
 
 8 Ye freav'nly armies join, 
 Tofing his bleeding love. 
 
 'Till we awa!;e by grace divine, 
 To join our notes above. 
 
 9 There his all-worthy name 
 Shall be our fweet employ ; 
 
 There we (hall found his glorious fame 
 In everlafting joy. 
 
 AO Amen, our Jefus -reign;, 
 
 And reigns a Prince of Peace, 
 Our love, our joy and cheerful drains, 
 O God {hall never cesfe. 
 
 HYMN XXXVII. Common Met 
 Thz travels of a doubting chriftian. 
 l.jf~~\ WHAT a wand'ring foul am I i 
 \X^ How crooked do I rove ! 
 How fdon ray .comforts. rife and die, 
 As fears and hopes remove ! 
 
 2 Occe I prefum'd I ne'er fhou.ld. fee 
 Darknefs and death no more ; 
 
 I thought the Lord had fet me free, 
 And all my doubts were o'er. 
 
 3 I thought in joy toipendmy days 
 Without a flaviflittar ; 
 
 And always find a heart to praife, 
 lhat fiicnd I love fo dear. 
 
 .4 But.O! I left my heav'nly friend., 
 
 And fol'ow'd falfe delights ; 
 Soon did my joyful moments end 
 In lojig and tedioas iugtus,. 
 
i66 II Y M N S. B.I 
 
 5 O then I faid that 'twas for me, ' 
 As in paft months of joy ; 
 
 When from ihofe doubts my foul was free* 
 And praife was my employ ! 
 
 6 O Jefus let me once more fee 
 Thofe happy hours of love ; 
 
 Extend thine arm of grace to me. 
 And make thofe clouds remove. 
 
 - *j Awake -my heart with life divine. 
 
 And give my fpirit reft ; 
 Uniefs 1 feel that thou art mins, 
 I cannot think I'm bleft. 
 
 HYMN XXXVIII. Short Metre, 
 On the day of efpoufals to Chrijt. 
 T was a happy hour 
 
 When I firft knew the Lord ; 
 When God with ail his faving pow'r 
 ^My finking foul reftor'd. 
 
 ii. 
 
 W Wi 
 
 & How did my heart rejoice, 
 // In joys that were divine ! 
 {J /f/ With joy I heard the Saviour's voice } 
 Declare that he was mine. 
 
 / 3 Then he fubdu'd my fo|s, 
 
 f And made my fears remove, 
 
 He brought me from a fcene of woe$j 
 And cheer'd me with his love. 
 
 4 I lean'd upon his breaPu 
 ^ And fee him face to face ; 
 
 My foul enjty'd a heav'niy refi 5 
 
B. III. H Y M N S. 
 
 5 Then on the wings, of love 
 I bid the world adieu ; 
 
 My heart was foaring far above. 
 Where joys are ever new. 
 
 6 Ah what » fcene of joy 
 My foul was carry 'd in i 
 
 To praife the Lord was my employ. 
 And I crv'd out Amen. 
 
 HYMN XXXIX. Common Metre, 
 Heaven on earth. 
 i'QOME happy days I find below 
 
 KJ When Jefus is with me ; 
 Nor would I any pleafure know* 
 
 Jefus but in thee. 
 
 2 When I can ta-fte immortal love, 
 And find my Jefus near, 
 
 My foul is bleft where e'er I rove, 
 
 1 neither mourn nor fear. 
 
 3 Let angels boaft their joys above, 
 I tafte the fame below, 
 
 They drink of the Redeemer's love, 
 And I have Jefus too. 
 
 HYMN XL. 'Long Metre. 
 Longing to btkept near to Chrift. 
 i^T^HIS life's ablaft, this world's a cheat | 
 JL Ten thoufand dreams lead me aftray ; 
 O God cont'roul my roving feet, 
 
 And lead me fafe in wifdom's way. 
 
 2 Jefus my God, my life my friend, 
 
 Is all the joy my feu I would know ; It 
 
* g 3 HYMNS. B.iH, 
 
 cheer my heart till time fhall end, 
 With joys that from thy goodnefs flow. 
 
 3 O let me feel thy boundlefs grace, 
 And on the rock fecurely ftand J 
 
 And lead me on the chriitian race, 
 To reach with joy the heav'nly land. 
 
 4 Then ftiarl I drop all grief and fear; 
 My Jefus wipes my tears away ; 
 
 And with triumphant fongs appear 
 In climes of uncreated day. 
 
 HYMN XLI. Long Metre. 
 A chrijlian in the dark panting for light. 
 
 1 f ORD how it grieves my wounded heart, 
 JL-4 That I ihould e ? er from thee depart ; 
 
 And for fome vain amufing toy, 
 Forfake my God, and lofe'my joy ; 
 
 2 Oft in a wildecnefs I rove, 
 Aim-oft a Granger to thy love ; 
 Still I defire to fee thy face, 
 And hope again to (ing thy grace, 
 
 3 But ftiH I find no folid reft ; 
 
 A ftcrm flill raging in my bread ; 
 Lord from this bondage fet me free, 
 And let my foul rejoice in thee. 
 
 4 Hafte for my help, dear Lord, I pray, 
 And chace thefe difmal clouds away ; 
 Lord may thefe mountains now remove; 
 Let ms once more enjoy thy leve. 
 
&TII. H Y M N S. 189 
 
 5 O happy hour when I fhall fing, 
 Beneath the fceptre of my king ! 
 Then fhall I drink of dreams divine, 
 And know O God that I am thine. 
 
 HYMN XLII. Common Metre, 
 Wondering at God's grace. 
 jTJL /TY foul, O wonder have I known 
 
 JLv JL The faviour's boundlefs grace ! 
 Am I ib bleft, O am I one 
 Of the redeemed race ! 
 
 2 Shall I one day be call'd to reign 
 In the bright realms above ? 
 
 Live with my God ; nor fin agaii* : 
 But feaft upon his love. 
 
 3 O what a wonder I fhall be, 
 To all the heav'n born race ! 
 
 Angels amaz'd may look on me, 
 A miracle of grace* 
 
 4 Inflam'd with everlafring love, 
 My Jefus I'M adore. 
 
 My manfion in the realms above, 
 Where death is known no more, 
 
 HYMN XLIII, Long Metre. 
 
 The chrifiian who has been in the dark, getting 
 
 Strength and feeling encouragement. 
 iTT ~T OW oft ir. exile paths I rove, 
 
 X JL And mourning as the widow'd dove ; 
 \v and 'ring in defart wiles, below, 
 Purfu'd wah fear, opprcfi'd with woe* 
 
ico H Y M N S. B.III, 
 
 2 I turn, I rove, I grieve I crv ; 
 But (fill I'm loft, where fhail l' fly ; 
 
 .My friend's aicof ; and O in vain, 
 All earthly joys to move my pain ! 
 
 3 But O my Jefus can relieve ] 
 Lord give me faith I mud believe, 
 
 'i hou wilt net. cannot Lord pa fs by 
 And leave a helplefs foul to die. 
 
 4 To thee I'll come and tell my woe„ 
 Thou mull nor, will not leave me fo ; 
 Thy bowels doth with pity move, 
 And thou wilt blefs me with thy love. 
 
 5 No pieafure in tlie earth I crave ; 
 bAy portion here I will not have ; 
 No happy davs I with, to fee, 
 
 But what is found O Lord in thee* 
 
 6 Jefus I caft myfelf on thee ; 
 Nor will I e'er cemented be, 
 Until I find ihefe clouds remove, 
 And feel thy grace and ling \hy. loveo 
 
 *r I mufl believe thou iliouVhl on me, 
 
 n thou hung bleeding on ihe tree ; 
 Nor would thou in thy glory dwell 
 And fee my lou! gp down to hell. 
 
 8 VL;hir:ks O God I fie! thy love, 
 And feel my chjms of deaih remove, 
 And now with pieafure I can nng, 
 The Saviour is my God and ktog. 
 
B.IIT,. H Y M N S. iqi 
 
 HYMN XLIV. ifoji^ Metre. 
 Longing to be zo holly for God. 
 a/^\ FOR a heart my God to love ! 
 
 V_^ While through this defart world I rove ! 
 His name (hou'd always rule my tongue » 
 Redeeming love mould be my fbng. 
 
 2 Thine arm of love O God extend, 
 Be thou my iife y my God my friend I 
 And let thy name my foul engage, 
 Long as I tread this mortal flage. 
 
 3 Ah ! Jefus may my portion be, 
 Found in no glory but in thee ; 
 And let me daily fpend my breath, 
 To teli my fellow men thy death. 
 
 4 A victor o'er the grave I fing. 
 
 And Qy\ Si death where is thy fling J* 
 Myheav'nly father calls me home, 
 And glad I anfwer <{ Lord I come." 
 
 HYMN LXV. Common Metre, 
 7 he fame. 
 if^\ COULD I find a humble place, 
 
 \^r But near the lowly Lamb, 
 How would my foul extoi h.s grace, 
 And la-id his precious name ! 
 
 2 L«^rd bring my heart fo near to thee r 
 
 V. hile through this world I rove, 
 That I mav c\try moment be 
 
 Tianfported with thy love. 
 
 g O fet me walk with thee my God, 
 
 , . firdme always nigh, R » 
 
iq2 H Y M N S. E. Ill, 
 
 Give me to eat immortal food, 
 And I fha!! never die, 
 
 4 I want that grace that may he felr 3 
 
 Thar will mv (ou\ inflame ; 
 I want this hsrden'd heart to melt 
 
 At the Redeemer's name. 
 
 *> I W3nt ail fe!f to he fubdu'd, 
 
 And pride no more to reign ; 
 I want my foul O God renew'd, 
 
 And never fin again. 
 6 I v ant my wiil to be refign'd 
 
 To ihe Redeemer's ways ; 
 Accl ev'ry pow'rof thou&ht inclin'd 
 
 My God to love and praiie. 
 
 *» I want mv foui hound up in God, 
 
 And feel h;s nature mine, 
 To feall npon immortal food, 
 
 \nd drink of joys divine. 
 
 8 This, this O blefTed God alone, 
 
 Is ail that I implore 
 O !ec me and thvfelf he one, 
 
 And I in:A\ want no more. 
 
 HYMN XLVI. Long Metre. 
 
 The, Say of tfboufals, and fciloueing travels* 
 
 1 Ti ft '' ^~ (n) ' rft v.iews 'he happy &-*y 
 1\ JL When Je.fus rais'd me from the dead ; 
 c • ;iv enormous load awav, 
 And fed me with immortal bread. 
 
B.ITT. H Y M N'S, 193 
 
 a Pluck'd from the jaws of death and hell, 
 
 On a firm rock he fet my feet ; 
 Tcid me that I with him mould dwell, 
 
 And with his children find my real, 
 
 O happv moments I en]oy'd, 
 Beneath the mamle of his love J 
 
 1 ear, I drank, but was not cloy'd ; 
 
 My panting foul ft ill foar'd above, 
 
 4 So ftrong^ my faith, fo great my joy^ 
 And fo unfhaken felt my peace, 
 
 I thought no foes would e'er annoy 
 My fa c red joys till time (hail ceafe* 
 
 5 But ah ! too Toon my flefh inclin'd 
 To court fome vain amufing toy ; 
 
 When I indulg'-d my carnal mind, 
 The lcene was changM I loft my joy „ 
 
 6 Mourning in exile then I went 
 With all my foul in deep diftrefs, 
 
 And fear'd ray days would all be fpent 
 In grief without one moment's reft. 
 
 *j But O my Lord re turn' d again- 
 
 And bid my doubts and fears remove ; 
 
 My foul with joy forgot her pain, 
 And funa aioud reftoring love ! 
 
 HYMN XLVII, Long Metre. 
 
 The chriftian feeling a fenfe of removing from 
 Chrift. 
 
 j/^\ HOW unguarded Lord I am, 
 \*^ So much to wander from thy name I 
 
*94 HYMNS. B.IIL 
 
 Ungrateful wretch ffom thee to rove, 
 To wound my foul, abufe thy love ! 
 
 £ When e'er I leave my heav'nly friend. 
 My frars arife and conforts end ; 
 And yet for fonae aqpufijrig toy, 
 1 leave him and pollute my joy, 
 
 3 Then wades my foul through hours of grlefj 
 Till he appears for my renef ; 
 
 The joys that led my foul affray 
 Proves but a torment in my way. 
 
 4 And yet I think it grieves my hearty 
 That I fhonld from my love defer t ;- 
 Nor do I find a moment's peace, 
 
 Till I again behold his face, 
 
 5 O could I fee my friend again, 
 I'd tell him how my joys were fiain ; 
 'Tis not his will that I fhould go 
 
 In ftorms of grief lunk down fo low. 
 
 '6 Come' then my Jefus don't delay ; 
 Come take this unbelief away ; 
 One fpark of thine immortal love 
 Will make my furrows all remove. 
 
 *j Then will my cheerful tongue proclaim- 
 The goodnefs of thy lovely name, 
 And never ceafe the facred ftrains 
 W'hile an immortal thought remains. 
 
 HYMN XLVilL Short Metre. 
 
 The chriftian J (firing to be nearer to the Lord* 
 l"f? vOM the remains of fin, 
 
 J: O Lord I won Id be tree, 
 
B. III. H Y M N S. 39.5: 
 
 Or keep, them down by grace divine. 
 That I might live, to thee. 
 
 2 Engage ray heart and tongue, 
 To tell the world thy name ; 
 
 My foul would make thy love my fong } 
 
 And triumoh in the theme. 
 
 • 
 
 3 My foul would walk with thee. 
 While on this matt a 1 {here ; 
 
 And then O God in heav'n I'll be - 
 With thee forever-more. ' 
 
 4 Then in eternal blifs. 
 
 With my dear God I'll reign % 
 If I can be where jefus is. 
 
 HYMN XLIX. Long Metre S 
 The chrijliari in. ike dark. 
 
 rf\ HOW 1>ve left my Chn{1 my Goi » 
 
 vJR' And with the 'mufmg world have trod t 
 Ai>a uow I feel myfelf in chasm,. 
 Nor can I fing the heav'niy {iratns. 
 
 2 My mourning fou^can. find no reft ; 
 Nor all creation make me Melt ; 
 Unui I find the heav'niy dove, 
 
 And tafte the fweetnefs of his love, 
 
 3 Could I once mf>re my Je°fus find,- 
 And in him reft my weary mind, 
 Methinksl never more would rove. 
 To lofe the prefence of m.^iove« - 
 
196 H Y M NS, 15, Hi. 
 
 6 I long to fly into his arms, 
 
 And tafte again thofc heav'niy charms ; 
 
 Jfefus fet the mourner free, 
 And caufe me to rejoice in thee. 
 
 KYMN L. Common Metre. 
 The ckriftian's warfare with the old and new man* 
 i p 1pOO often, O my bleOed God, 
 
 1 JL I have deny'd thy name ; 
 Have hid my light conceal'd thy worcl^ 
 
 And crucify'd the Lamb. 
 
 2 When I have been in deep diftrefs, 
 And all my helpers fled, 
 
 Jefus the Lord my righteoufnefs 
 Has rais'd me from the dead. 
 
 3 Oft has he gave my fpirit peace, 
 And bid my foes remove ; 
 
 Has caus'd my doubts and fears to ceafc r 
 And cheer'd me with his love. 
 
 4 Yet when my doubts began to rife, 
 1 foon deny'd the Lamb ; 
 
 For unbelief fleps in and cries, 
 li 1 never knew his name." 
 
 5 And then inftead of ftanding firm, 
 Or flying to the Lord, 
 
 I unbelieving, doubt his name, 
 And give my foe the fword. 
 
 6 I afk for light and yet I choofe j 
 In darknefs fiill to be ; 
 
 I D'.ead fur mercy yet refufe 
 His love held out fo free, 
 
B. III. H -Y M N S. jfgjf 
 
 q I often promife if I fee 
 
 One glimpfe of light again, 
 J never more will faithlefs be, 
 
 But break through ev'ry chain. 
 
 3 I beg a freedom from my pains, 
 Yet when it would appear 
 
 1 choofe my prifon and ray chains, 
 
 And hug my flavifh fear. 
 
 9 O what a roving foul am I ! 
 
 How full of unbelief ! 
 What mail I <Io, where mall I fly, 
 
 That I may find relief? 
 
 jo Strengthen O Lord the inner man 
 
 The outward to fubdue, 
 Nor let me trea-d the enchanted land, 
 But bid their fnares adieu. 
 
 HYMN LI. tommon Metre. 
 Afoul between hope and fear. 
 3./^\ THAT I knew it was the cafe 
 -\*J My foul was born cf God, 
 And found my felf among that race, 
 WaGi'd in the Saviour's blood ! 
 
 2 The time has been, I thought I knew 
 The blefs'd Redeemer's vx>ice ; 
 
 I thought I lofl my burden too, 
 And felt my heart rejoice. 
 
 3 I thought .my will was then religu'd 
 To the -Redeemer's ways, 
 
 And felt my inmoft foul inclia'd 
 To tell the world his arace. 
 
*$«, II Y M N S. B. Hi, 
 
 4 But O ! too foon the fcene was turn'd, 
 
 I loft that pleafing view ; 
 I loft the fweetnefs once I found, 
 Loft earthly plcafures too. 
 
 5 And ah ! if he was once my friencL 
 Could I his prefence leave ? 
 
 Why can I not on him depend ? 
 Why cannot I believe ? 
 
 6 This makes me deubt my ftate the more 
 Becanfe if he was mine 
 
 1 think thefe clouds would focn be o'er, 
 
 And heav'n around me fhine. 
 
 7 O Jefus wilt thou now appear 
 With thine almighty arm ; 
 
 Thefe clouds expel my Handing clear s 
 And fhew me what I am. 
 
 8 I cannot reft no longer fo, 
 My foul rifk'd over hell ; 
 
 O, blefled Jefus, let me know 
 That I with thee ill all dwell. 
 
 HYMN LIT. Long Metre, 
 On the day of efpoufals to Chrijt. 
 i*""! ** EM thoufand praifes to the Lamb 
 
 JL Who freely bore my guilt and Ihame, 
 And gave his life and fpilt his blood 
 To bring my finking foul to God ! 
 
 2 He took me from the Jaws of hell 
 That I might in his bofom dwell ; 
 
 'Gave me a manfion in his love, 4 
 
 And fed me with the joys above. 
 
B. Ill, H Y M N. S. i$g 
 
 3 'Twas he that broke my chains away, 
 Gave rne a glimpfe of heav'nly day ; 
 My foul beheld him face- to -face, 
 
 And fweetly fung redeeming grace* 
 
 4 'Twas then I -tafted angels food, 
 And on the rock of ages flood ; 
 His love did ail my fears deftroy, 
 And turn ray forrows all to joy* 
 
 5 Nothing O Ldrd can I retnrn 
 
 To thee who hath my anguilh borne- j 
 No compenfation can I make, 
 Yet of thy love mu'ft ftill partake. 
 
 6 Ten thottfand worlds a gift too foiall, 
 Yet I mud give to thee my all ; 
 
 And tfhen I've yielded all will fay, 
 "' I've nothing paid and nought to bay," 
 HYMM LIH. Long Metre. 
 The pilgrims parting fong, 
 aYjILGRIiMS with pleafure let us part, 
 ■JL Since we are all bound up in heart ij 
 No length of days nor diftant fpace 
 Can ever break thefe bands of grace. 
 
 2 Parting with joy we'll join to fing 
 The wonders of our bleeding king ; 
 Our diftant bodies may remove, 
 Eut nothing fhall divide our love. 
 
 3 In vain may earth and hell combine 
 To quench that love which is divine ; 
 It will not ceafe with dying breath, 
 
 Nor cool when we are cold in (ka& B S 
 
aoo HYMN' S. B.Ifi. 
 
 4 And now. in love with Jefus' name 
 Let bodies part to fpeed his fame, 
 That other fouls may leave their woe, 
 And fhare with us in glory too. 
 
 5 And O a few more days or years 
 Shall bring a period to our tears ! 
 And we {hall reach the blifsful more, 
 Where parting hours are known no more 
 
 6 There (hall our fouls adore the hand, 
 That led us though this defert land ; 
 Lofe all our griefs, forget our pains, 
 And join in everlafling drains. 
 
 HYMM LIV. Common h'htr.c. 
 The awakened finnir. 
 l r TTiLL me fome friend, where Ih.all I g~ 
 
 JL To find a quick relief? 
 Kow fhall I leave this gulf of woe, 
 And chains of unbelief ? 
 
 z I'm !o(r, I'm dead, I cannot rife ; 
 
 No refuge can I fee ; 
 I've neither heart, nor ears, nor eyes^. 
 
 From this black gulph to flee. 
 
 3 My golden moments like a blaft, 
 Are fwifdy gaffing on; 
 
 And fhould my day of grace be pafr 
 I am forever gone ! 
 
 4 I cannot feel the name of God, 
 Nor love his blefTed ways ; 
 
 J find no fpirit in rm word, 
 Hor fweetnefs in his grace. 
 
3. fit, H Y M N & 201 
 
 5 O might my itubbom fpirit bow, 
 At the Redeemer's feet ! 
 
 They fay his love I foori {hall know, 
 And find a happy feat, 
 
 6 O could I once in Chrift believe, 
 This mountain foon would move ; 
 
 My foul would his free grace receive, 
 And fing his boundlefs love. 
 
 HYMN LV. Particular Mctrt, 
 Longing to be with Chrijl. 
 lit ffY foul, O God afpires to be 
 .LYJL From interpofing darknefs free^ 
 Ravifh'd with fcenes divine ! 
 
 1 long to fwim in boundlefs grace, 
 And fee my Saviour face to face, 
 
 And know ray God is mine. 
 
 2 I long to find my happy feat- 
 Where I might wafh my Saviour's feet 
 
 In humble tears of lore ; 
 To praife my God with all my hearty 
 And never from his love defert, 
 
 Till I awake above. 
 
 3 Millions of years of carnal joys ? 
 With earthly crowns, are empty toys, 
 
 Compared with Chrift my friend ; 
 Tn him alone I can be bleft ; 
 Tis he that gives me folid reft, 
 
 And makes my forrows endv 
 
 4 O (hall I, {hall I ever be, 
 Where I this bleffed Chrift {hall fee, 
 
 And ev'ry flora* blawn o'er ? 
 
202 HYMNS, B.lllo 
 
 * 
 
 On wings of the celeftial dove 
 I'M foar and drink immortal love, 
 And leave my friend no more. 
 
 5 There I (hall bafic in facred beams, 
 And folace in celeftial flreams 
 
 Of fweet unmingled joy ; 
 There I (hall find my long abode 
 In perfect likenefs of my God, 
 
 Where nothing ca,n annoy 
 
 6 A palm of honor I fhall wear, 
 With all the heav'nly armies (hare^ 
 
 In all their joys divine ; 
 . There I fhall find eternal peace, 
 My fongs of joy fhall never ceafe 3 
 And Jefus (hall be mine. 
 
 HYMN LVI. Common Metre,. 
 The chrif.ian, declaring his converfion^ end 
 
 wondering at Ggd's goodnefs. 
 iTJTOW could Jehovah floop fo low, 
 
 X JL To think on me with love ! 
 Mult God hmifelf affume my woe 
 To bear my foul above. 
 
 2 lie faw me loathfome in the field, 
 And watl'wing in my blood ; 
 
 My guilt anjl (hame all unconceal'd 
 Before a fpotlefs God. 
 
 3 No feeling tr3v'ler palling by, 
 No arm with pow.'r to fave, 
 
 No friend to look with pitying eye$- 
 No r^nfom to be gave*. 
 
B. III. H Y M N S. 203, 
 
 4 At length behold a God appears, 
 And feels his bowels move, 
 
 Then heav'n itfelf lets fall a tear;, 
 And fpreads a fkirt of love. 
 
 5 O boundlefs love I what fhall I fay 
 To fuch a ftoop as this ! 
 
 What thanks O God, can I repay 
 For thine unbounded grace ! 
 
 6 O God to praife thy worthy name, 
 Let all creation join ; 
 
 And when all creatures found thy fame 
 The higheft note be mine. 
 
 7 Amen let hallelujah's found, 
 Through all the realms above ! 
 
 Anthems of pleafure fliall re found 
 The wonders of thy love. 
 HYMN LVII. Particular Metric 
 Redeeming Love, 
 xT> T LGRIMS let us join to fing 
 
 JL Hallelujahs to ©ur king, 
 While as pilgrims here we rove, 
 Tell and fing Redeeming love. 
 
 2 Tell how Jefus on the tree 
 Gave his life for you and me ; 
 Point to the incarnate dove, 
 Shew poor fouls redeeming love. 
 
 3 Sinners fee the Saviour dies, 
 See him in his agonies, 
 Can your hearts forbear to move ? 
 Opei to redeeming love, S% 
 
*M HYMN £ B.IIL ' 
 
 4 Thus expiring bows his head, 
 To the caverns of the dead ; 
 Then triumphant mounts above, 
 Sounding his redeeming love. 
 
 5 Still he labours on the earthy 
 Raifing wretched fouls from death ; 
 He at ev'rv heart doth move, 
 Offering redeeming love, 
 
 6 Sinners juftly doom'd to hell, 
 
 If they would in heav'n might dwell ! 
 Room enough in realms above, 
 Jefus courts them to his love. 
 
 7 Wretched fouls by fin aftray, 
 Owing much with nought to pay ; 
 Geafe in foreign lands to rove, 
 Fly home to redeeming love. 
 
 8 Prodigals wipe off your tears ; 
 Bamfh ail your flavilh fears ; 
 Jefus feels his bowels move, 
 Runs to meet you with his love. 
 
 pause. 
 
 9 Wounded hearts. 'may now rejoice % 
 Mourners hear the Saviour's voice ",. 
 Kalten to the courts above, 
 
 There to fing redeeming love. 
 
 io Chrift extends his bleeding hand ^ 
 Courts you to the facred band ; •' 
 Come and with the pilgrims rove, 
 Sliare and 4Dg redeeming iovc* 
 
B. in. H-Y M N S. 205, 
 
 x 1 Soon from all thefe florms of night, 
 We to heav'n fliall take our flight ; 
 Wing'd on. the celsftiai dove, 
 Sailing in redeeming love, 
 
 a 2 With the countlefs throng we'll join, 
 Each may fay " This Chrijl is mint;' 3 
 Each enjoy a feat above, 
 Where there's nothing known but love» 
 
 13 Shining in immortal Bloom ; 
 Hail ! all glory, this our home ! 
 Shouts refounding all above, 
 B'oundlefs is redeeming love. 
 
 14 Love ihall be our Iafting themes . 
 Love (hall ev'ry foul inflame ; 
 Always NOW in realms above ; 
 Ah ! Amen redeeming love ! 
 
 HYMN LVIII. Common Metre, 
 The new-born foul rejoicing in Chrifti 
 tTTOSANNA to the bleeding Lamb • 
 
 JLJL Praife him ye hofts above ! 
 'Twas he that bore my guilt and fhame^. 
 And taught my foul his love. 
 
 2 Juft like a lamb he freely dies 
 For fuch a wretch as I ; 
 
 And with his dying, groans he cries, 
 * : Let not thefinner die," 
 
 3 Great love indeed ! O could it be- 
 That he would bear my guilt-! 
 
 Can 1 believe it was for me 
 His precious blood was fpilt ! 
 
266 HYMNS. B.III, 
 
 4 Yes Jefus knows I've found his love, 
 
 And long 10 love him more ; 
 And fain I would where e'er I rove, 
 
 His worthy name adore. 
 
 4 Let me be feai'd upon his breafly 
 
 And ravifh'd with his name ; 
 Then in the realms of glory bleft, 
 His love fho-U be my theme. 
 
 HYMN LIX. Long Metre. 
 In debt to everlajiing love, 
 a | \OWN from the glorious realms above, 
 
 XJ Defcends the Saviour cloth'd with love 
 AiTumes a body (can it be ?) 
 To bleed and fuffer death for me. 
 
 2 Freely he fpent his life and breath 
 To fave me from eternal death ; 
 And when no helper I could fee 
 Made known his dying love to me, 
 
 3 He took me from the jaws of hell,- 
 And told my ioul that all was well ; 
 His lore fo great, his grace fo free, 
 He faid he fpilt his blood for me. 
 
 4 O love amazing ! boundlefs grace ! 
 To me the worfi of mortal race ; 
 How could the Saviour die fo free, 
 For fuch a worthlefs wretch ar me. 
 
 5 What (hall I do, what (hall I fay ? 
 What can rny foul to him repay 
 Who fpilt his precious blood fo free 
 For fuch a guilty wretch as me ? 
 
U.m. H Y M NSo 2Cj 
 
 6 Lord a!! I have is double thine j 
 
 And I with pleafure will refjgn 
 
 My everlafting all to thee, 
 
 "Who died for i'uch a wretch as me. 
 
 *j This name (hall dwell upon my tongire ? 
 With joy 1*11 make his love my fong j 
 I'll laud -that name that (ioop'd fofree 
 To favc a foul fo vile as me. 
 
 8 Forever irr the realms above, 
 Bound up in everlafting love, 
 
 1 (hall with joy and wonder fee ' 
 That Chrift who gave his life for me 
 
 9 I'll found with ail the countlefs race 
 The wonders of redeeming grace ; 
 And this fhall be my lading plea, 
 
 The higheft notes belongs to me, 
 
 HYMN LX. Short Metre, 
 P-anting after Chrift, 
 iT F I the Saviour know, 
 
 JL, Andhave my fins forgiv'n, 
 "Why then, Q Jefus, (hould 1 go 
 Without the fmiles of heav'a t- 
 
 2 My foul can never reft 
 Without the love of God ; 
 
 O let me lean upon thy bread, 
 And feed upon thy word. 
 
 3 There's nothing here can give 
 My wounded foul releafe ; 
 
 But when I near my Jefus live 
 X Hod a loitd peace*. 
 
2oS HYMNS, B.IXt. 
 
 4 O let me fee thy face, 
 Thou bled unfpotted Lamb ; 
 
 Then will I fing redeeming grace, 
 And 'tell the world thy name. 
 
 5 O Jefus rule my heart, 
 With beams of love divine ; 
 
 And when ihi$ mortal life fiiall ceafe, 
 I'll be forever thine, 
 
 KYMN LXI. Long Metre. 
 The daily experience of God's goodntfs, 
 
 GREAT is the grace of God to me, 
 While thro' this wretched world I roveji 
 How oft I feel, how oft I fee 
 
 The tokens of his boundlefs love ! 
 
 2 Ten thoufand hellilh foes engage 
 Againft my poor unguarded foul ; 
 
 But Chrifl fecures me from their rage ; 
 His love doihall my fears controul. 
 
 3 O mav I ever truft his hand, 
 
 And praife his name with ev'ry breath ! 
 By his free grace my foul doth ftand 
 Secure from evedafting death. 
 
 4 And when this mortal fpirit dies, 
 And time with me (hall be no more, 
 
 My foul where pleafure never dies 
 Shall mount my Jefus to adore. 
 
 HYMN LXII. Lor.g Metre. 
 Defiring to be jlrengthened with divine life, 
 
 BREATHE on my foul, O breath divine, 
 And roufe me from this ilupid frame ; 
 
B. III. H Y M N S. 20^ 
 
 Give ftrength to this weak faith of mine* 
 And all my foul with love inflame 
 
 2 O lead me ait the de fart through, 
 
 And let me be with vigor bleft ; 
 Then will I bid the earth adieu, 
 And travel to etcrnai reft. 
 
 3 Soon fiiail roy forrows have an end, 
 And all the florins of hail (halt ceafe j 
 
 And I enjoy my heavenly friend, 
 In the eternal realms of peace. 
 
 HYMN XXIII. Long Metre, 
 For the Morning, 
 
 O COULD my foul this morning rife 
 And feel that life that never dies, 
 rdpraife that hand with ail my pow'rs ? 
 That guarded my unguarded hours. 
 
 2 'Tis he who gives me life divine ; 
 In him eternal jovs are mine; 
 Then roufe my foul, bid floth adieu, 
 Thy Jefus love, and him purfue. 
 
 3 Hafte on to that immortal fhore, 
 Where night and Heep is known no more ? 
 There fh all I foon in glory rife, 
 
 With feraphs in a fweet furprife* 
 
 4 Then will I raife a morning fong, 
 With ail the v aft angelic throng ; 
 Saiiing in everlailing peace, 
 
 My morning fong (hall never ceafe, 
 
2io HYMNS. B.IIL 
 
 HYMN LX1V. Long Metre, 
 •Longing for more J "nit h and love. 
 
 O COULD I love the bleOed Lamb, 
 While here on earth with all my foul ! 
 I'd never ceafe to found his name, 
 Till fleeting moments ceafe to roll. 
 
 2 Then to the peaceful realms above, 
 From ihefe dark regions take my flight j 
 
 Wrapt up in everlafting iove, 
 A child of uncreated light. 
 
 3 There unbelief {hall vex no more 
 My foul from all her for rows free J 
 
 Gaze on with wonder and adore 
 
 The great I AM that ftoop'd for me. 
 
 HYMN LXV. Common Metre. 
 De firing the heart to be wholly for GOD. 
 ■*-/^ LEANSE me, O God, by grace divine, 
 
 \^ To \>\e alone to thee ; 
 My toul would be entirely thine, 
 From other lovers free. 
 
 2 Let not this World's amufing toy*, 
 
 Find room within my heart ; 
 But charm me with immortal joys \ 
 Nor let me e'er defert. 
 
 3 Revive thy kingdom infnybreaQ, 
 
 By thy redeeming love ; 
 Then I (ball be forever b left 
 With thee, O God above. 
 
 4 There will my feul rejoice in thcej 
 
 My eveilaflmg biift ; 
 
Blllk H Y M N'S, ual 
 
 The Lord will mine forever be, 
 And I forever his. 
 
 HYMN L'XVI. Lo:i S Metre. 
 The faint* s portion. 
 a/"\ WHAT a- portion have pfee faints, 
 
 \^r God is their a'!, they know his love j 
 And death will foon end their complaints, 
 And hand them to their realms above, 
 
 2 There they -will reign in perfect I ight. 
 And drink uninterrupted joy ; 
 
 No pow'r of hell, or fiiades of night, 
 Their heav'nly raptures (hall annoy,, 
 
 3 A manfion there in perfect blifs, 
 Their fouls forever (ball polfefs ; 
 
 Tor they will' be where Jefus is, 
 And he is all can make them bieiL 
 
 4 O let that portion Lord be mine, 
 And give thy bleffed felf tome ; 
 
 If I might be forever 'tfline, 
 
 It's ail the jovs I wim to fee. 
 
 HYMN LXVII. Long Metre. 
 A chriftian's travel. 
 i~%/TONE but the followers of the Lamb 
 
 Jj^l (Whoie wreflling fouls have felt the fame) 
 Can ever tell er ever know, 
 What difPrent fcenes I'm carry 'd through, 
 
 2 Seme times I think of joys divine, 
 
 And fmg, Ah ! my beltv'd is mine; 
 
 But unbelief returns again, 
 
 And loads my foul wiih fear and pain, T 
 
212 HYMNS. B.III, 
 
 3 Some tiroes I get a fhort releafe 
 From chains, and find a heav'nly peace ; 
 I leap for joy expecling foon 
 
 That all my forrows will begone. 
 
 4 But foon, ah ! foon my joys are fled, 
 And raging fears perplex'd my head ; 
 Ten thoufand beafts of prey return, 
 And caufe my bleeding foul to mourn. 
 
 5 Then like a captive I complain, 
 Till the bieft Mar appears again, 
 Then heav'nly joys my fears controul, 
 My God tranfports my wounded foul. 
 
 6 Some times I'm like a wand'ring Jew, 
 That feeks a friend whom once he knew ; 
 Nor doth my weary foot-fteps end 
 Until I find ray abfent friend. 
 
 7 Some times I'm like a thirfty plain, 
 Parch'd up with drought, thirfling for rain ; 
 And when I'm wa'er'd from above, 
 Cheerful I drink the (how'rs of love. 
 
 8 O when, dear Jefus, fhail I be 
 From all thefe clouds and trials free ? 
 When (hall I reach the peaceful fhore 
 Where florms of grief are known'no more ? 
 
 HYMN LXVIII, Common Metre. 
 The chrijlian' 's fafeiy . 
 i"TX"7*HEN I can find my Saviour nigh, 
 
 V V I feel my ftnnding fure ; 
 I rell beneath his watchful eye, 
 And find cay heav'n fecure. 
 
B. III. H Y M N S. £13 
 
 2 I lean my foul upon his breaft, 
 Encircled in his arms, 
 
 And there I find my lafting reft, 
 And drink immortal charms. 
 
 3 If death and hell my life invade 
 With all their rage and pow'r, 
 
 I'm fafe beneath my father's (hade 
 In every trying hour. 
 
 4 Stiil fpread thy kingdom in my heart, 
 O Lord my lofs repair ; 
 
 Make every other lover part, 
 And reign forever there. 
 
 HYMN LXIX, Common Metre. 
 A cheerful fenfe of living, with God forever* 
 i|^ HAPPY thought ! to be fo bleft 
 
 \^J As with my God to reign i 
 And there forever I fliall reft, 
 Nor mourn, nor fin again. 
 
 2 Ere long I (hall be freed from death, 
 And meet my God in peace ; 
 
 Far from the ftorms of hell and earth, 
 Where joy (hall never ceafe. 
 
 3 O how it makes my joys arife, 
 To feel it is for me ! 
 
 My life immortal never dies, 
 For Jefus reigns in me. 
 
 4 Mount O my foul and reach the {here, 
 Where I delight to dweii ; 
 
 When once thefe ftorms are all blown o ? er, 
 I'll ling" NovaUiswzli:* 
 
a: 4 H Y M N Si 13. 
 
 HYMN LXXY. Long Metre. 
 The chrijlian in the dark. 
 i T" ONC nights of darknefs. and of grief, 
 
 XJ.rve waded through without reliefs 
 And groan'd to fee the break of day 
 To fcatter midnight (hades away. 
 
 £ This earthly fun brings not the light } 
 This morn remains a gloomy night ; 
 But O one glimpfe of light divine, 
 Expels thefe gloomy fliades of mine ! 
 
 '3 Break forth my blefied God I pray, 
 With one fwcet glimpfe of heav'nly day } 
 Then v/i!l my heart rejoice in thee. 
 And biefs thy name who fet me free. 
 
 HYMN LXXI. Common Metre.. 
 The he, av" n -born foul rejoicing in, the grace cj God a 
 i tf~^ REAT was the peace my foul enjoy'd 
 VJT When firft I knew (he Lord, 
 
 1 eat. I drank, but was not cloy'd, 
 Still feafiing round his board. 
 
 2 Rich was the feaft of joys divine 3 
 „ Which Jefus did beftow ; 
 
 I felt (he blefFed Lamb was mine, 
 
 And heav'n begun below. 
 
 3 His arms of love were clafp'd around 
 My poor unguarded foul ; 
 
 And I a heav'nly calmnefs found ; 
 
 And a!i my wounds were whole, ' . 
 
 4 Cheerful. I fung my Saviour's namcj 
 And firmly was refolv'd . 
 
B. III. HYMN S. 215 
 
 To fpread abroad his bleeding fame, 
 Tiil death his life difTolv'd. 
 
 5 O Jefus give me ftrength divine 
 To tell the world thy love ; 
 
 make me as a light to {bine, 
 While this dark world I rove. 
 
 HYMN LXXII. Common Metre, 
 Chrijt is all the Chriflian's joy, 
 i(^\ JESUS let me often tafte 
 
 \±J The wonders of thy Jove ; 
 None but thyfelf can give me reft 
 While I this defert rove. 
 
 2 If I could call this world my own, 
 W T ith all created blifs, 
 
 1 could not live on that alone 
 
 Without redeeming grace. 
 
 3 With thee my God, there's folid peace, 
 And life and food divine ; 
 
 I always find my forrows ceafe 
 When I feel thou art mine. 
 
 4 And O fliall I with Jefus dwell, 
 In joys forever new I 
 
 Then will I triumph over hell, 
 And bid the earth adieu. 
 
 HYMN LXXIII. Long Metre.' 
 Praife to God for his goodnefs, 
 iT'LLblefs thfeO my God of love, 
 
 X. While through this veil of tears I rove j 
 Thy goodnefs doth around me ihine. 
 And thou, Lord j hath made me thine* T 3 
 
r sttt H'Y M N S. B, - III. - 
 
 2 O may thy goodnefs on my breafr, 
 As marks divine he well imprefs'd ; 
 My heart, O God, I've give to thee, 
 Nor (hall I ever parted be. 
 
 3 Thou art my father and. my God, 
 
 My life, my ftrength, my peace, my food I 
 And now w-ith pleafure would I fing. 
 The name of tnv eternal kin?. 
 
 4 Infpire me Lord to lift my ftrain ; 
 Reign in my heart forever reign ; 
 Thy name I love ; and mult adore 
 My God, mv a!!, for evermore. 
 
 HYMN LXXIV. Common Metre. 
 The comer ted foul declaring zchatGod liath done* 
 iHpO you that love my Chrilt Til tell, 
 
 JL And lo (he world declare, 
 The Saviour brought my foul from h'eijj 
 
 The borders of defpa-ir. 
 
 2 And O he's fed. me with his love, 
 And fhew'd his fmiling face ; 
 
 Nov/ I can talk of joys above, 
 And fing redeeming grace. 
 
 3 It was becaufe his grace was free. 
 His love without a bound, 
 
 That ever one fo vile as me, 
 A free falvation found. 
 
 4 O come ye ftarving fouls and mare 
 The joys of Sion's hill ; 
 
 The great Jehovah doth declare 
 There's room for ail who will, 
 
E; III* HYMNS; 
 
 HYMN LXXV. Short Metre, 
 The fame, 
 jdTV.GOD bow (hall I tell 
 
 X^/ The freedom of thy grace. 
 That drew me from the jaws of hell 
 To fee thy foiling face ! 
 
 2 O the fweet joys divine. 
 Of that important day ! 
 
 I felt the beams of glory ihme, . 
 And ftcie my heart away, 
 
 3 It was my fweet employ 
 To tell the world -of Chrift, 
 
 That others might with me enjoy 
 The everlafting feaft. 
 
 4 I drank the joys above, 
 And felt a heavenly flame-. 
 
 Beneath the banner of his love, 
 I fing my Saviour's name. 
 
 5 Ten thouf&nd thanks are due 3 
 Ten thoufand praifes be 
 
 To this eternal Saviour who » 
 Gave hi: own life for me. 
 
 HYMN LXXVI. Common hUtr'w 
 Adieu to all far Chrijl. 
 
 1 A DIEU to^arth with all your joy ! 
 XJl Adieu to all below ! 
 
 Your pleafures ail I'd count a toy, 
 If I might jefus know. 
 
 2 Adieu to ail cheated blifs ! 
 Your greateft frisndfhip too .5 
 
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 Adieu to all but Jefus Chrifi. 
 For him I mud purfue. 
 
 g O give me Chrift ! for he is all, 
 
 My foul for him doth pant ; 
 Let others take this little ball, 
 
 No dare of it I want. 
 
 4 Jeius while here is my delight ; 
 
 No other joys I'd know ; 
 And when I quit thefe fhades of night, 
 
 I (hall with Jefus go. 
 
 HYMN LXXVII. Common Metre. 
 The pilgrim's fong. 
 
 lXTTTHY mould we pi'grims mourning go, 
 V V When Jefus goes before ; 
 
 And he has drunk our cup of woe, 
 That we might weep no more. 
 
 2 Short are the forrows of an hour, 
 The ftorm will foon fubfide ; 
 
 We're guarded by almighty pow'r, 
 In him we may confide. 
 
 3 We'll triumph over hell and death, 
 And all their rage defy ; 
 
 And foon we'll take our flight from earth, 
 And foar to realms on high. 
 
 4 There (oon the pilgrims all will meet, 
 Within the joyful plains ; 
 
 Each one {hall find a happy feat, 
 And ling immortal drains. 
 
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 5 And there from all thefe iorrcws free, 
 
 We'll reign in perfect biifs; 
 With Chriit our all we then {"hall be, 
 
 We are forever his. 
 
 HYMN LXXVIII. Long Metre, 
 Nothing cheers the chfijlian but ChrijVs love? ■ 
 i~\ ~K 7"" HEN I from my beloved flee, 
 
 V V No hsppy moments can I fee ', 
 But foon with joy my fpirhs move, 
 When I enjoy my Saviour's love. 
 
 2 Ten thoufand worlds are all in vatny- 
 When I am dark to eafe rav pain ; 
 There's nothing can my grief remove, 
 But Chrift with his redeeming love. 
 
 3 Not all my deareS friends on earth. 
 Their honours or their carnal mirth, 
 Can make'my drooping fpirit move. 
 Until I tafte my Saviour's love, 
 
 4 Infipid is my food to me, 
 No pleafing object can I fee, 
 Until my fouldoth fdar above, 
 And tafte of my Redeemer's love - 
 
 5 If I had all the joys he'ow, 
 
 I would not cheer my paffions fo 
 As when I feel my darknefs move, 
 And tafle of my redeemer's ove„ 
 
 6 Or mould I fearch the ftars to find 
 Some fohd joy to feed my mind ; 
 
 It would but all a burden prove, 
 Uiilefs I found redeeming loyco 
 
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 1 O let this love be all my fong ? 
 While mortal vigour moves my tongue, 
 Then with my Chrift in realms above, 
 I'll drink and fing redeeming love. 
 
 HYMN LXXIX. Long Metre. 
 Thejaints may rejoice for Jefus. 
 
 1 TT ESUS the Lord forever reigns, 
 
 J His children may exalt their ftrains ; 
 In nim their Handing is fecure, 
 Their joys forever fhall endure. 
 
 2 When moon and flars fhall ceafe to mine, 
 They'll reign in realms that are divine ; 
 With Jefus reign, with Jefus reft. 
 
 And live eternal ages bleft. 
 
 3 Then fhout ye faints, ye fons of God, 
 And fpread your heav'nly joys abroad, 
 Fear not the rage of earth and hell, 
 Your Jefus reigns, and all is well. 
 
 4 Let time lalh all her fcenes away, 
 And hand you io eternal day ; 
 Immortal glory is for you, 
 
 Soon as you bid thefe climes adieu. 
 
 KYMN LXXX. Long Metre. 
 The freedom of Chrift-' s love. 
 
 1 /^V WHAT a bleifing I have found ! 
 V>/ A fea of love that hath no bound ;. 
 
 Sure I may fing that grace is free, 
 That has redeem'd a wretch like me. 
 
 2 Though long I with the wicked trod, 
 Yet the unbounded grace of God, 
 
B. III. HYMNS. 
 
 Purfu'd and pluck'd my foul from hell, 
 And now in peace and joy I dwell. 
 
 3 Sure I am bound with ties of love 
 To fpread his grace where e'er I rove ; 
 And if poor fouls inquires of me, 
 
 1 muft declare his love is free. 
 
 4 Come then, ye ftarving Tinners, come 
 And haften to my father's home ; 
 
 His boundlefs grace is free for you, 
 O come, and tafte his goodnefs too. 
 
 5 Why will you die when grace fo free 
 Is calling now, poor foul, for thee ? 
 The Saviour's love no more defpife, 
 
 O tafte of love that never dies. 
 
 H Y M N LXXXI. Long Metre. 
 
 The foul born to Chriji. 
 
 iT T was the uncreated word 
 
 A Begot my foul again to God, 
 To an inheritance divine, 
 A crown that will for ever {hine. 
 
 2 He made my foul his goodnefs feel, 
 And feai'd me with his heav'nly feai ; 
 He rais'd his kingdom in my heart, 
 Nor will it ever from me part. 
 
 3 How fweet (he joys my foul doth tafte 
 In him my all, my friend, my Chrift \ 
 And O I ever (hall enjoy 
 
 This love where nothing can annoy, 
 
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 4 Let all-thefe worlds diflolve and die, 
 My kingdom {lands fecure on high, 
 And when this life fhall ceafe to move, 
 
 1 {hail awake in realms of love. 
 
 HYMN LXXXII. Common Metre* 
 The pilgrims aiijing. 
 j/^1 OME pilgrims let our hearts arife, 
 
 \^f And ail our lamps prepare, 
 To take our journey to the ikies, 
 For the bright morn is near. 
 
 2 He who has bought us with his biood 
 Will fhortly for us come ; 
 
 And we who love the ble ffed Lamb 
 Shall find a happy home. 
 
 3 There all the pilgrims meet in joy 
 At their Redeemer's throne, 
 
 'Where' fin fhall never more annoy, 
 For joy triumphs alone. 
 
 4 Then fha!i we dwell with God our King, 
 And fee him face to face ; 
 
 Our hearts with raptures then fhall fing 
 The wonders of his grace. 
 
 q Come pilgrims let us ail awake, 
 
 That all our lights m3y (hine ; 
 The earth and all its charms forfake, 
 
 And foar to realms divine. 
 
 HYMN LXXXIII. Common Metre* 
 Chrijl the thriflian's only joy. 
 JW pants my foul to fee thy face, 
 id mv love ! 
 
 NOW pants nr 
 My Jcfus ani 
 
s>nr, hymn s. 
 
 There's nothing cheers me hut thy grace. 
 While I this defer: rove, 
 
 2 Not earth with all her richeil joys 
 
 Can ever make me bled ; 
 Their greated blifs I count but toys 
 
 Compar'd to fhee'my ChrifL 
 
 "3 Let me have nothing but my God 
 
 To rule in ail my foul, 
 I run with joy the heav'nly road 
 
 Till years (hail ceafe to roll, 
 
 4 Then let the happy moment come^ 
 And call my foul away, 
 
 I'll meet my father and my home 3 
 In realms of heav'nly day. 
 
 5 There I expetl ere long to be 
 In my Redeemer's arms, 
 
 From al! my fins and forrows free 
 Tranlportcd with his charms, 
 
 HYMN LXXXIV. Long Metre, 
 A fenfe of fin, and Chrijl's fujftrings. 
 s^HpHINK O my foul, what thou had done ! 
 JL. My. guilt has pier:'d the holy One ; 
 
 1 hung a weight upon his foul, 
 
 Which caus'd thofe floods of grief to roIL 
 
 2 He funk beneath the weight of fin, 
 The load fo great he died therein ; 
 The fall'n nature which he bore, 
 Crufh'd him in death, drefs'd him in go?e» 
 
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 3 O what unbounded love was this 
 To bring us to eternal blifs. ! 
 Freely he bore our death and hell, 
 That we might in full glory dwell. 
 
 4 And nowjneihinks 1 hear him fay, 
 " Come dying firmer s come away ; 
 
 So greet my love my grace fo free, 
 Jfpilt my blood and died for ye." 
 
 HYMN LXXXV. Long Metre, 
 
 The ckrifiens Jiappy .in any place, if they enjoy 
 t , God's pr.efence. 
 
 SHOULD I'be call'd to ' diftant wilds, 
 Or ftarion'd on fome foreign iho-re, 
 If there I found my Saviour's fmiles, 
 And liv'd with him I'd want no more., 
 
 2 'Twas all alike a heaven to me, 
 
 If I might there enjoy my God ; 
 Cheerful I'd tread labile Chriil I fee, 
 
 O'er rocks and hills by feet untrod. 
 
 o Far from the broils of mortal tongues. 
 Or carnal fcenes of mirth and pride, 
 
 I'd chant my folitary fongs, 
 
 And in fweet contemplations glide. 
 
 4 The mofs fhouid be my downy bed. 
 Through filent watches of the ritght ; 
 
 And jefus.guard my ikimb'ring head, 
 'Till morning rays rcftore the light. 
 
 5 Then fnould my fweet and morning iays> 
 Send echoes . throujh ;hc filcnl grove } 
 
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 Jefus would hear the notes I raife ; 
 My fongfhould be redeeming love. 
 
 6 Thus freed from ev'ry outward fnare, 
 To heav'n I would devote my breaih y'~ 
 
 Jefus would make my life his care, 
 Until 1 flept the fleep of death. 
 
 t HYMN LXXXVI. Common Metric 
 
 The chrijiian foon to be delivered, 
 3 £j! OON (hall I quit this mortal fnore, 
 
 \<3~' And Jefus Hand my friend. 
 My nights of grief fhall all be o'er. 
 And all my labours end, 
 
 2 Then fhall I reach the realms of blifs, - 
 Where my beloved reigns, 
 
 Then I fhall dwell where Jefus is t 
 And fing immortal '-drains. 
 
 3 There I fhall drink unmingled joy, - 
 From 'forearm of love divine ; 
 
 No pafhrig clouds for to annoy 
 Where God-in glory mines. 
 
 4- : what immortal feenes of biifs 
 
 Will bear my foul away ! 
 How fweei the realms of joy --and "peace" 
 
 In uncreated day ! 
 
 HYMM LXXXVII. Long Metre. 
 
 Giving all to Chrijl. 
 
 iTI 7ITH joy God I all re%n 
 V V To be for thee, forever thine ; 
 
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 1 afk no joy nor life but thee ; 
 One with th\ felf, O let me be. 
 
 2 While time remains my foul {hall Hand 
 Safe in the hollow of thy hand ; 
 
 O Jet thy love for me engage 
 Long as I tread this mortal ftage, 
 
 3 O let me daily walk with thee ; 
 Where e'er I go thy prefence fee ° 
 Then fhall my life and all my davs 
 With joy be fpent in wifdotns ways. 
 
 4 And when thefe changing fcenes are o'crj 
 1'il quit the murmurs of this fnore, 
 
 And fail in that eternal fea, 
 W 7 here all is fwallow'd up in thee. 
 
 HYMN LXXXVILl. Common Metre. 
 Who ran praife God ? Or who can for bear 
 i T* T »)W can poor mortals ever praife 
 
 JL JL The great immortal king, 
 When hofts above can never raife 
 The well deferved firing? 
 
 2 And yet how harden M is the wretch 
 (From all thjt'sgood remote) 
 
 That doth not with nor aim to ftretch 
 The mod exalted note ! 
 
 3 My heart and lips are all unclean. 
 And long in fin. I've trod, 
 
 With interpofmg clouds between 
 My fpirit and my God. 
 
 4 And yet my heart cannot forbear °. 
 Nay ? tor.guc prcfumes to try J 
 
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 Let me thy lovely name declare ; 
 If not Lord let me die. 
 
 5 Infpire my foul, O God of grace 3 
 
 To tell the world thy love ; 
 Till I (hall join thy lofty praife, 
 
 In brighter realms above. • 
 
 HYMN"' LXXXIX. Long Metre. 
 A miracle of free grace. 
 j/PVVCE did my foul unguarded lay 
 \i - /-- f In da,rknefs on the brink of death | 
 
 how I fear'd to launch away ! 
 
 Yet foon I thought to loofe my breath, - 
 
 ■2 My fins and foes befet me round, . 
 
 And I beheld no place to hide ; 
 No friend nor helper to be found, 
 
 But death anxi hell on ev'ry Gde. 
 
 3 Then did the great Redeemer look ' 
 With pity on my helplefs cafe ; 
 
 And in his arms my foul he took, 
 
 And made me fing redeeming grace.' 
 
 4 He heal 'cT my wounds, and cheer'd my hearty 
 And fed me with redeeming love ; 
 
 1 felt my guilt and fears depart, 
 
 My raptur'd foul was borne above, • 
 
 5 O how amazing was the change 
 My foul enjoy 'd by grace divine ! ' 
 
 Pluck *d from the jaws of endlefs pains, 
 And brought to know the Lord is nnneb - 
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 6 Lord I (hall make thee no returns 
 
 For thine unbounded" love fo great ; 
 And yet thy love within me burns 
 
 With warm deftres to wafh thy feet. 
 
 HYMN X.C. Short Metre. 
 
 The fweetnefs ofChrift's name. 
 
 i /^\ WHAT a joy I've found 
 
 \^s In the Redeemer's name i 
 It brings a cure to ev'ry wound, 
 And wipes away our frame. 
 
 2 It v/.-ii reftore the blind, 
 And caufe the deaf to hear, 
 
 2t cheers the poor unhappy mind, 
 And triumphs over fear. 
 
 3 "IhiS name is living bread 
 For ev'ry flarving foul ; 
 
 iVill heal the fick, and raife the dead, 
 And make the wounded whole. 
 
 4 The thirfly foul may drink, 
 And Ro'l a fweet fupply ; 
 
 And fouls that do begin to fink* 
 May tafte and never die- 
 
 t O come, ye f nners, then, 
 
 And know the bleeding Lamb ; 
 And (oou your fouls will fav Amer., 
 
 Sweet is the Saviour's name. 
 
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 HYMN XCI. long Metre* 
 
 Choojng of all in CkHft* 
 
 iHPHY bleffed felfO Jefus grant, 
 JL And in thee let me ever red \ 
 
 Tis all I nerd 'tis all I want, 
 To be with thee forever blefiv 
 
 2 Thy love excludes my grieT and paiOj 
 And bears my fpirit fir above ; 
 
 O let me with this Jefus reign, 
 And~ever Hng his dying love ! 
 
 3 Sweet are the dreams of joy divine 
 That from' my bleffed Jefus flow ; 
 
 And fince this glorious Ghrift is mine, 
 What treafures can my foul have more ? 
 
 4 O God my God, and'can it be 
 This prize immortal is for me ? 
 
 Ah ! Lord thvfelf was freely giv'ii,. 
 And thou art my eternal heav'rh 
 
 HYMN XCir. Long Metre, 
 
 God's goodnefs and the chrijiian's coldnefs, 
 
 i/"\WHAT a carelefs fpul am I, 
 
 \^f To rove fo far from thee my God ! 
 Who few my foul condemn'd to die, 
 And fiv'd me by thy precious blood; 
 
 2 When death and hell with all their pow'r, 
 
 Arofe againft my naked foul ; 
 Thine arm appear'd that dreadful hour, 
 
 Subdu'd their rage r and made me whole, 
 
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 3 Thou hfal'3 the wound that fin had made, 
 And fi'I'd my foul with love divine ; 
 
 And then in love thou fpake and faid, 
 " Fear not, I'tiiefcrevsr thine.*' 
 
 4 But Lord I wancer'd far from the, 
 And did my comforts all deftroy ; 
 
 And now in midnight chains I be 
 Without a fenfe of Chriil my joy. 
 
 5 Remove my darknefs O my Cod, 
 
 And bring me fcom thefe (hades ofdeath ; 
 Feed me again with heav'nly food, 
 And let me feel my facred birth,, 
 
 5 Beneath the banner of thy love, • 
 
 1 long to fit again and fing -, 
 And feel my fpint mount above, 
 
 Wrapt in the mantle of my king.. 1 
 
 HYMN XCIir. Common Metre, 
 
 The pilgrim's parting hymn, 
 
 LESS us O God before we parr, 
 And take us near to thee, 
 That we may ftili be join'd in heart, 
 Where e'er our bodies be. - 
 
 2 Though long and difiar.t we may rove, • 
 While this defert we tread, 
 
 May ev'ry foul be one in love, 
 Secure in Chrift our head. 
 
 3 Fill ev'ry heart O Cod wilh grace, - 
 Aadall our lives engage 
 
B. III. H Y'M'N'S. 
 
 To run-with joy the cbriftlan^race 
 Through this enchanted flage. 
 
 4 Long as we feelthe heav'nly f!ame ? . 
 Tisjoy to fpread thy iove ; 
 
 O may thy goodncfs be our theme 
 Till we awake above. 
 
 5 Then ravifn'd in immortal blifs 
 Shall Hng and love and gaze ; 
 
 For we (hall be where Jcfus is $ - 
 In his: meridian blaze, 
 
 HYMNXCIV. Particular Miift 
 
 The travelling pilgrims. 
 
 1-T3-LGRIMS in the Lord rejoice ; 
 
 JL We are one in heart and voice z 
 Chrift has bought us with bis biood \ 
 We are hafl'ning home to God. 
 
 2 We may ait forget our pain ; 
 We {hall foon in glory reign ; 
 Griefs and doubts {hall loon be o'er, 
 Meet where pi-lgrims part no more, 
 
 3 World adieu with all your toys | 
 We defpife your carnal joys ; 
 We have better joys above : 
 
 We have found redeeming love. 
 
 4 Jefu's is our friend and king ;,. 
 His high praifes let us fing ; 
 Riches here we count-but drofs \i 
 
 We will glory in. the crofs,. 
 
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 5 Though the worid load us with fliame ; 
 We will choofe the piigrims name ; 
 Heav'nly lands we're bound to fee, 
 There uiih Chrift we foon (hall be. 
 
 6 O thawapuires of our ll'^ht, 
 Sailing home to perfect light, 
 Anthems to the Saviour ih'erj, 
 Ev'ry foul fnall fay Amen. 
 
 HYMN XCV. Short Metre. 
 
 Chrijl precious to the believers, 
 
 i"\ /T"Y tongue can ne'er cxprefs 
 
 1VJL The worth of Chrifl my frlehd ! 
 lie deth his heav'nly foll'wers blefs 
 With joys '(hit never end, 
 
 2 Thefe ireafures wlil endure 
 
 When tarthiy crowns fhali ceafe ; 
 The joys of all the faints are iure, 
 And ever willencrecife. 
 
 3 Obleffed foul-, are thofe 
 Who have their portion there ! 
 
 Their happineis no limits know:., 
 Tor they in JefLs.are. 
 
 4 Pie is their chief delight, 
 
 And all that they can have ; - 
 
 Their leader through thefe fliades of night-, 
 And life beyond the grave. 
 
 5 Safe in hie bleffed hind, 
 Has bofom and his tave, 
 
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 Their new-born fouls fecurely ftand, 
 Their rock can never move, 
 
 6 Thev never need to fear, 
 
 While Chrifl the. Saviour reigns, 
 They (hall with him in heav'n appear, * 
 
 While he his throne maintains. 
 
 *j He's all the Chriftian's peace, 
 
 While trav'ling here below ; 
 And when ihefe mq.rtal clouds lliall ceafe, 
 
 To eudlefs blifs they go, 
 
 8 O let this Chrifl be mine, 
 And I will afk no more ; 
 
 Forever Lord I will be thine, 
 And thy bieft name adore, 
 
 9 On earth thy love I'd tafle, 
 I fliall be happy then ; 
 
 Say thou art mine, O precious Ckrift, 
 And I will fay Amen, 
 
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 -Co-nfifting chiefly of chriftiai travels j the jcy< 
 and trials of the foul. 
 
 HYMN L Short Metre. 
 
 The doubting christian panting for liberty, 
 
 i^yl THEN -will the pow'r of grace 
 V V My dowbts and fears deftroy ? 
 
 When lhall I fee mv Saviour's face, 
 To turn my grief to joy ? 
 
 2 When (hall I fee the day 
 That Jefus will make known 
 
 His love to roe that I may hy 
 My Jefus is my own ? 
 
 3 Jefus is ail I want ; 
 
 O give thyfelf to me ; 
 My fpirit groans, my heart doth parilj 
 Thy fmiling face to fee. 
 
 jj Then will my foul rejoice 
 And truft upon thy word ; 
 
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 The world fiiail hear my cheerful voice 
 Extol the Lord my God. 
 
 HYMN II. Particular Metre. 
 
 The Mejfiah come with free falvation* 
 
 1 A LL glory to the God in clay ! 
 ii Thus floop'd his goodnefs to difplay s 
 
 Now Jefus is his name ; 
 ;Hark ! how the-heav'niy arches ring, 
 . While thoufands and ten thoufands fing 
 
 Al! glory to the Lamb ! 
 
 2 Let ev'ry land below the. Ikies, 
 From earth's amufing {lumbers rife, 
 
 And find the Saviour room ; 
 While ev'ry heart and ev'ry tongua 
 -Unite in one harmonious fong 
 And fing redeeming grace. 
 
 3 Say mortals can your tongues forbear 
 Such boundlefs goodnefs to declare ? 
 
 O fpread redeeming love ! 
 How can the Gentiles or the Jews, 
 Monarchs or-nations e s er refufe 
 
 Their fiamm'ring tongues to move ? 
 
 4 His love deferves the higheft praife 
 That all created pow'rs can raife ; 
 
 Or found his worthy fame ! 
 Xet heav'n and earth the concert join. 
 To fhout his name with fong* divine j 
 
 All g'ory to the Lamb ! 
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 HYMN III. Common Metre. 
 The prayer and complaint of tke doubting ckrifiian* 
 iT Ttf HAPPY foul, O God I rove 
 
 \^J So diftant from thy face ' 
 When (hall I feel eternal love, 
 And ting redeeming grace ? 
 
 2 O fpeak the healing word to me, 
 Dear Lord and let me know 
 
 Thy bleeding love hath fe.t me free 
 From everlasting woe. 
 
 3 My life O God without thy love. 
 With ev'ry earthly good, 
 
 Will all a fcene of furrow prove, 
 And find -a tirefome toad. 
 
 4 But O o,ne fpark of heav'nly day, 
 One crumb of food divine, 
 
 Drives all my flavifh fears away, 
 And makes redemption mine. 
 
 5 Come glorious prince of peace 3 ,and .give 
 
 Thy blelTed felf to me ; 
 O let me, let me, let me live, 
 To thee my God to thee. 
 
 HYMN IV. Common Metre, 
 The fame. 
 i/""\ COULD my foul the Saviour find, 
 
 \^S And know he died for me, 
 How would ihe fcene tranfport my mind I 
 How happy flioiuld I be ! 
 
 j There's nothing elfe that can rejoice 
 This wounded heart of mine'; 
 
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 O Jefus let me hear thy voice 
 Declare that I am thine. 
 
 3 I cannot reft until I know, 
 O come the happy hour. 
 
 And bring a period to mv woe, 
 By heav'n's immortal pow'r. 
 
 4 Then will my heart rejoice to i:ng- 
 The praifes of my God ; 
 
 I'd lean upon my heav'nly king, 
 And fpread his love abroad, 
 
 HYMN V. Long Metre, 
 Tkeckijtian's choice. 
 
 l^TPHIS, this O God, is my requeft, 
 JL- Thyfelf the boundlefs fea of love ; 
 
 On earth with 'thy fweet prefence blefi # 
 And with thee in the realms above. 
 
 2 I cannot, be contented Lord, 
 
 To fpend one day without thy love, 
 
 O feed me hourly with thy word, 
 
 To walk with thee where e'er I rove. • 
 
 3, Fain would I wholly live to thee, 
 And follow other Gods no more ; 
 
 And in thy p'rele»ce always be, 
 Until I reach ihe peaceful more, 
 
 4 Thy face, OJefus 1 let me fee, 
 And feel the wonders of thy love ; 
 
 Spend all my mortal days with thee 
 And then awake in realms above. 
 
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 ,5 There (hall my foul from forrows reft, 
 
 And found with joy my Saviour's fame ; 
 O thought to be forever bleft, 
 
 In the embraces of the Lamb. 
 
 6 O give thou blefied Prince of peace, 
 
 This everiaftin^ crown to me ; 
 Where fongs of joy (hall never ceafe, 
 And all my pow'rs wrapt up in thee a 
 HYMN VI. Common Metre. 
 A Jong of praife to Chrift. 
 i TESUS the heav'nly Lamb was (kin, 
 
 J A rebel world to fave ; 
 
 Jcjus (he finners' life to gain, 
 
 His own a ranfom gave. 
 
 £ He bleeds, he dies beneath the weight' 
 
 Of man's enormous guilt ; 
 His grace fo free, his love fo great, 
 
 His blood was freely fpiit. 
 
 3 Ten thoufand praifes to thy name, 
 Thou finner's only friend ! 
 
 Let ev'ry tongue thy love proclaim, . 
 Till mortal days (hall end. 
 
 4 Then let eternal ages found 
 Thy name in realms above, 
 
 Where everlafling joys abound, 
 A fea of pfrfett love. 
 
 HYMN VII. Long Metr:. 
 The'doubiirig chrljiian mourning under fin and 
 
 death. 
 i/""^ GOD -Joes not my fplrit grieve, 
 V^ Anl grcu::d with panting breath, 
 
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 And long and pray to be reliev'd, 
 From darknefs, fin, and death. 
 
 2 I cannot reft beneath thefe chains. 
 Without fome life divine ; 
 
 But nothing can remove my pains, 
 Till heav'n doth on me fhine. 
 
 3 O muft I fl ill this defert rove, 
 Without the Lord my. friend ? 
 
 There's nothing but the Saviour's love 
 Can make my far rows end. 
 
 4 Break down this wall of unbelief,': 
 And let me fee thy face ; 1 
 
 O Jefus give my foul relief, 
 Then will I Ting thy grace. 
 
 ,5 I long to fee the happy hour, 
 
 When I (hall Jefus know ; 
 Send down thyTpirit Lord with pow'r, 
 
 And fave me from my woe. 
 
 HYMN VIII." Common Metre, 
 The chrifiian ihirfiing for a neamefs to Chrift, 
 3 if~*\ FOR an heart infpir'd with grace, 
 
 \^jP To love and ferve the Lord ! 
 With joy I'd walk in wifdom's ways 
 And feed upon his word. 
 
 2 Then would I tread all earthly joys 
 
 As dur/1'beneath my feet ; 
 AH things but Jefus are but toys ; 
 
 Bin he is joys complete. 
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 3 O let me Dear this Jefus live, 
 How happy (hall I be [ 
 
 The greatefl bleffi.ngs he can give 
 Is his own felf to roe. 
 
 4 O what bleft hours I then (hall fee ? . 
 Enrich'd with joys divine ! 
 
 fay dear Jefus can it be, 
 
 Such boundlefs treafure's mine. 
 
 HYMN IX. Long Metre. 
 
 Tfie happy ft ate of chrifians. 
 i T^LEST are the fouls that know the Lord, 
 
 Jk3 And humbly walk before his face j 
 They feafl upon immortal food, 
 
 And ling with joy redeeming grace. 
 
 2 Cheerf'.ii they trer-d this defert through, 
 Led by the bieil Redeemer's hand ; 
 
 And when they bid this earth adieu, 
 
 Wifiijoy will reach the heav'nly land. 
 
 3 There from their forrows they lhall red,. 
 With angels on the peaceful more j 
 
 And wuh immortal glories bleft, 
 
 To leave their chief delight no more, 
 
 4 O might it be my portion too, 
 To have the Lie (Tings they enjoy ! 
 
 Pd bid ail oilier joys adieu, 
 .And join in their divine employ. 
 
B. IV:. H Y M N S. 2^ 
 
 HYMN X. Common Metre, 
 
 Afong cj praife to Chrijl. 
 
 i"YXTKAT {hall we render to thy name^ 
 
 V V O ihou incarnate God ? 
 We would adore the bleeding Lamb,- 
 
 For his redeeming blood. 
 
 2 Thy dying love Q prince of peace ? - 
 Defer ves eternal praife \ 
 
 Nor (hall the cheerful accents ceafe ? . 
 Through everiafting days. 
 
 3 Freely thou left the realms of light ? . 
 And dy'"d. for wretched men ; 
 
 That from the gulph of endlefs night,. 
 They might in- glory reign, 
 
 4 Thy grace and fpirit fo abounds, 
 Through all the world doth move I! 
 
 To ev'ry heart thy voice re founds 
 The oilers of thy- love. 
 
 HYMN XI.- Long Metre, 
 
 The chrijtian mourning under Jin, doubts- and' 
 
 i If TOW fad and heavy is my cays, 
 
 JL JL O God without thy cheering voice !- 
 But when I feel thy heav'nly ray-s, 
 My foul mounts up and can rejoice. 
 
 2. But now without the Saviour's love 
 I'm bound with chains of death and fin y 
 
 And like a captive mourning rove ? 
 Till he revives my foul again, 
 
&$s II Y-MNS. B, IV; 
 
 3 Ten tboufand foes befet my way, 
 
 When I with the ungodly run, 
 Yet wretched foul how, oft I firay, 
 
 And mourn like Job without th.s Son, 
 
 4. The day I fpend in deep diflrefs, 
 
 And through ten thoufand fubjects rove ; 
 
 And nights without one moment's reft, 
 Until 1 find my abfent love. 
 
 5 O could I from this bondage flee, 
 And find my foul in Jeius' love, 
 How happy s happy fhould I be, 
 
 While through this wretched world I rove 1 ! 
 HYMN XII. Short Metre. - 
 The joy of faints above, 
 iTT OW happy are the faints 
 JlJjL Above in perfect joy ! 
 Far from' their forrows and complaints, - 
 Where nothing can annoy. 
 
 2 Rejoicing there they fee ' 
 The glories of their God ; 
 
 b 7 
 
 Where Jefus is. 'tis there they be,". 
 And be is ail their good. 
 
 3 They drink of Jefas' love, 
 And lean upon his bread ; 
 
 Thev fail through alithe realms above, 
 With joy forever bleft. 
 
 4 They've reach'd the peaceful fhore ? 
 And found their happy home ; 
 
 Their fouls rejoice forevermore, 
 Where grief can never come. 
 
B. IV. H'Y M'N'S> 243 
 
 HYMN XIII. Long Mart,. 
 For the morning. 
 i"pkTOW with the morn, my foul arife, 
 
 JL^l And ftretch to realms above the fides | 
 Let ev'ry pow'r ofheart and tongue, 
 Unite to lift a morning fong. 
 
 6. Jefus preferv'd me through the nighf 3 - 
 And rais'd me to the morning light ' 3 - 
 
 may I now with Jefus wake, 
 And ev'ry other love forfake, 
 
 3 O Jefus come and lead my way 
 Through all the dangers of the day 3 
 Thou heav'nly fon upon me (hine, 
 And cheer me with thy joys divine, 
 
 4 From fins and darknefs fet me free ? 
 And let me walk this day with thee ; 
 And when ihefe mortal days (hall ceafe, . 
 
 1 {half awake in realms of peace. 
 
 HYMN XIV.. Common Metre, 
 For the evening. 
 i r I *HIS evening, O my God to thee 3 ., 
 
 JELr 1 will myfeif refign ; 
 Come life or death, O let me be, 
 Dear Lord forever thine. 
 
 2 Secure, O Lord my fpirit keep, 
 
 From hell's ir.fuking pow'rs ; 
 Thou ihepherdof my feeble iheep, 
 
 O guard my flumb'ring hours. 
 
 3 If death this night my life invade^. 
 And I mud quit my clay, 
 
-44 H Y M'N" S. 3*. IV. 
 
 O lead me through death's gloomy {hade, 
 To everlafting day, 
 
 4 But if once more thou raife my head • 
 To- fee the rifing fun, 
 
 O may I leave my fiumb'ring bed 
 The chriftian race to run. 
 
 5 O let me live alone to thee, 
 While through this world I rove, 
 
 And when from mortal clegs I'm free, 
 Reach thy bleft realms- of love, 
 
 HYMN XV. Common Metre, 
 
 On Chrijl's death, and his love. 
 J /fpt RE AT did thy love and pity reigr., u 
 
 \J Thou fiaughter'd Lamb of God, 
 When in the agonies of pi in, 
 Thou bore the finner's load ! : 
 
 2 Ten thoafand fins upon thy foul, 
 Like pond'rous mountains prefs'd, • 
 
 And wafting floods' of anguifh roll. 
 Through ail thy -wounded breaft. 
 
 3 O boundlefs- love of ancient date ! 
 Redeeming grace how free ! 
 
 Think, O my foul, and tell, how great 
 That love that bled for thze ! 
 
 4 Jefus our God, what (hall 'we pay 
 For love fo great as thine ! 
 
 What fha!l-we think, what (hall we fay, 
 Of wonders fo divine ! 
 
E. IV. .H Y MNS. 245 
 
 5 Let ev'ry people, ev'ry tongue, 
 
 And ev'ry land and fhore, 
 Commence an everlafting fong, 
 
 Thy goodnefs to adore. 
 
 £ Let faints on earth, with pleafure fing 
 
 The honors of thy name, 
 Whileall the heav'nly arches ring 
 With " Worthy is the Lamb." 
 
 HYMN XVI. Short Metre, 
 The chrijiian's complaint and pica , 
 t/"~\ JESUS take away 
 " V-«r This pride and unbelief ; 
 They lead thy wand'ring child aitray, 
 And load my foul with grief. 
 
 2 I never can rejoice 
 
 But when my God is near ; 
 : O let me feel, thy charming voice 5 
 And I'll forget my. fear. 
 
 3 I Jong to be releas'd 
 From unbelief and pride ; 
 
 I long tofcel my love increas'u 3 
 And on the. Lord confide. 
 
 4 Lord, may thy love conflrain 
 My drooping heart away, 
 
 And lead me in the path- divine 
 To everlafting. day. 
 
 5 How cheerful would I go, 
 
 If Jefus would attend, 
 T-o let my fellow mortals know 
 
 The love of Ghrift my friend. 
 
£46 H Y M N S. B. TV 
 
 'HYMN. XVII. Common Metre. 
 The chriftian amazed at his own jlupidity . 
 ijf~\ WAS it for my wretched foul 
 
 \^/ The Saviour bled fo free ! 
 What forrows through his bofom roll, 
 And pains of death for me ! 
 
 I 2 Then O my foul how can'ft thou fieep. 
 Or from fuch gopdnefs rove ! 
 How can my tongue a filencekeep, 
 And not declare his love ! 
 
 3 Shall the eternal prince of heav'n 
 Give up his life for me, 
 
 And (hew me all my fins forgiv'n, 
 And I fo flupid be. 
 
 4 Ten thoufand thanks belong ' 
 To thee, O Lamb of God, 
 
 Andev'rv heart and ev'ry tongue 
 Should found thy name abroad. 
 
 HYMN XVII I. Common Metre, 
 On unbelief. 
 x/~\ JESUS could my foul believe 
 \^r I foon (hould fee thy grace ; 
 Noihing but faith can me relieve 
 And let me fee thy face. 
 
 2 'Tis unbelief ijiat cruel foe, 
 Doth all my peace deflroy, 
 
 And chains me down tofcenes of woe 
 Wiihout one {park of joy. 
 
 3 Tis this that bars poor fouls from heav'n. 
 And fends them down to hell j 
 
B. IV. HYMNS. 2-iv 
 
 And by this fin the faints ^re driven 
 In darknefs oft to dwell. 
 
 4 It wounds ray foul, and flights the love 
 
 Or Chrift my bleeding Lord ; 
 It keeps me from the joys above. 
 
 And veils the eternal word. 
 H Y M N XIX. Common Metre. 
 The ckrijlian'sfafety* 
 i "T X 7*KY do ye mourn, ye bleffed faints ? - 
 
 V V Or why indulge your fear ? 
 Fall not a prey to fad complaints. 
 
 Since God is always near. 
 
 2 Although in fins you often grieve, 
 
 And feel your heavy chains, 
 
 Think on the Lord, in him believe, 
 
 And you'll forget your pains. 
 
 3 Pie loves you with eternal love, 
 And foon for you wiil come : 
 
 Make all your doubts and forrows move, 
 And bring you to your home. 
 
 4 Go on rejoicing in your friend, 
 And fing immortal love, 
 
 Till allthefe mortal fcenes (hall end, 
 And you awake above. 
 
 - HYMN XX. Common Metre. 
 On the happinefs cf faints' above, 
 i f~*\ REAT are the joys of faints above, 
 vT Beyond what tongue can tell ; .. 
 ] nil they enjoy the Saviour's love, 
 And in his bofom dwell, X 
 
r-3 H Y M N S. B. IV. 
 
 2 Now they have reach'd the happy heme, 
 
 7 he fea of perfect joy ; 
 Where interpofing clouds ne'er come, 
 
 Nor foes their peace annoy, 
 
 g Their joys are now forever new* 
 
 And all their for rows gone ; 
 AH other loves they've bid adieu, 
 
 And with the Lord are one. 
 
 4 Cheerful they've run the chriflian race> 
 And reach'd the peaceful (bore. 
 
 And fee their jefus face to face, 
 Where clouds can veil no more. 
 
 5 Arile my foul the crown purfue. 
 
 And tafte redeeming love ; 
 For I may (hare the glories too 
 With all the faints above ; 
 
 HYMN XXI. loag Vlttrt. 
 
 Encouragement J of chrijHans. 
 
 i r T""\IO' faints pais through fome trying days 3 
 
 JL By that intruding unbelief ; 
 Scon they fhall fhout eternal praife, 
 And from thefe forrows find relief. 
 
 2 Oft times they feel a flupid frame, 
 And mourn the abfence of their love ; 
 
 But foon their Jefus doth inflame 
 
 Their fouls, and bear them far above. 
 
 3 And foon hc'rl wip? all tears away, 
 And thcyi from all their forrows refi ; 
 
 l -'li hand them to eternal cay. 
 To be with him i ; Jie:l. 
 
B.1V. HYMN 3. 
 
 4 O give my foul a friend fo dear, 
 A portion in the realms above *, 
 
 And while I tread this defert here, 
 Let me enjoy thy conftant love* 
 
 5 Defcend thou heav'nly Dove, defbetid ) 
 Bear me on thy celeflial- wing ; 
 
 1 will rejoice in thee my friend, 
 
 And triumphs on my journey fing. 
 
 HYMN XXII. Long Metre, 
 On the death, of thrift. 
 l'THHINK, O my foul, what Jefus bore, 
 
 JL When nail'd upon the (hamcfui tree I 
 His body drefs'd in purple gore, 
 His foul in agonies for me. 
 
 2 Behold he bleeds, and groans, and dies, 
 And till his laft expiring .breath, 
 
 He groans, and prays with earned cnes, 
 For wretched fouls condemn'd to death, 
 
 3 O what amazing pi'y this \ 
 
 The Saviour bears the finner's load, 
 To crown them with immortal blifs, 
 And make poor rebels fons of God. 
 
 4 Kad I ten thoufand thoufand tongues*. 
 I never could his love exprefs ; 
 
 But O I'd raife ten thoufand fongs 
 To Chrifl the Lord our righteoufncfs-.. 
 
 HYMN XXIII. Common Metre, 
 Encouragement to the mourning chrijlians 
 
 l^TyCTKY do ye thus in fcrrow ftray, . 
 VV Ye foll'wcriofihcLamh I 
 
•So HYMN S. B. VI. 
 
 Believe, and drive your fears away, 
 And fi.ng your Saviour's name. 
 
 2 Though worldly forrows you fufiain, 
 Forbid a murm'ring tear, 
 
 Sinc<rjrfus is your only gain, 
 Why will you mourn for fear ? 
 
 3 Though trials often chain you down 
 From his immediate love, 
 
 Yet foon you'll reach the heav'nly crown 
 With all the faints above. 
 
 4 There face to face your fouls (hall fee 
 Your everlafting friend ; 
 
 In perfeft glory you fhall be 
 And all your forrows end. 
 
 HYMN XXIV. Common Metre. 
 
 Thefamc. 
 
 al^TO more ye foll'wers of the Lamb 
 
 X~\ Indulge your fear and grief, 
 Believe and feel that lovely name 
 That died for your relief. 
 
 2 Soon will he wipe your tears away, 
 And turn your grief to joy ; 
 
 He'il bring you to eternal day, 
 Where nothing can anncy, 
 
 3 There (hall you join the he2v'r.!v throng, 
 Who drink immortal love ; 
 
 With triumphs firig the victor's fong 
 Through ail the realms above, 
 
B, IV.- HYMN S. 2^1 
 
 4 O Lamb of God and fhall I have 
 My portion with them there ? 
 
 Tis all I need, tis ail I crave, 
 With my dear Tons to fhare. 
 
 5 All things below I count but fmall 
 When I can Jefus fee. 
 
 And find he is my life my all, 
 And I from bondage free. 
 
 6 Speak, Lord, and let me really know- 
 That I am in thy love, 
 
 And call my heart from joys below 
 To folid joys above. - 
 
 HYMN XXV. Common Metre. 
 Wondering at, and rejoicing in the love of God,- 
 i / r ~ > \ HAS Jehovah thought on me, 
 
 V>A And bore my guilty load ! 
 Amazing thought ! and can it be, 
 To bring me home to God-! 
 
 2 Then Ieap'd my foul from forrows free'd \ 
 And fing the glorious plan ; 
 
 Jehovah enters flefh to bleed 
 For wretched, dying man. 
 
 3 My ears have heard the joyful found, 
 Of the Redeemer's love ; 
 
 My foul hath felt, my heart hath found 
 A Saviour from above. 
 
 4' Forever blefied be thy name, 
 
 Thou Lamb that dy'd for me ! 
 And all my foul with love inflame, 
 
 To thee my God to thee, X & 
 
2 5 2 HYMNS. B.IV. 
 
 HYMM XXVI. long Metre. 
 The bleffed and fafe flute of ckrifiians . 
 irpHRICE bleffcd' are the faints of God, 
 
 JL Though oft they grieve in darknefs here, 
 Chrifl has the way before them trod, 
 And for their help is always near. 
 
 2 His arm of iove fhail guard them fafe, 
 Long as they tread this barren land, 
 
 Aid foon he'll call thecal from their grief 
 To reign with joy at his right hand. 
 
 3 Hell may invade, and earth annoy, 
 Their ioy and peace while here below \ 
 
 Bin ear;h nor hell cannot deftroy, 
 Nor move their final overthrow. 
 
 4 Their lives in Chriii are hid fecure ; 
 Their portion lies beyond the grave ; 
 
 Their life forever mufl endure, 
 
 Tor God is all the life they have. 
 
 5 Their names are feal'd upon his hearr ; 
 And well the Saviour knows his own ; 
 
 Nor fiiall they form his hofom parr, 
 As ]onL r as God maintains his throne. 
 H Y M N X X V II. Co m mo n Met re. 
 For the evening. 
 j*\ /¥'{ life and foul to'thee, O God, 
 
 JlVJL This evening I refign, 
 Aiid trufl upon thy living word, 
 To be forever thine. 
 
 2 O Jefus take me in thy care. 
 And guard my life in peace, 
 
B. IV. H Y M N S. 
 
 And keep my foul from every foare, 
 Till all thefe nights (hall ceafe. 
 
 3 Then in the evening of my days. 
 When tremblincr nature dies, 
 
 Call me away to love and praife, 
 With faints above the Ikies. 
 
 4 There I (hall need this fieep no more, 
 Nor feci this mortal frame ; 
 
 But bafk en life's immortal (pore 
 In heav'ns traniporririg flame. 
 HYMN XXVIII. Common Metre, 
 For the morning. 
 lT £T ev'ry morning, O my God, 
 
 _ % , _ 4 My fongs of praife renew. 
 To lpread thy glorious name abroad, 
 And learn thy wifdom too. 
 
 2 The fjlent nidus declare thy grace 
 While thy protections keep 
 
 The tott'ring lives of mortal race. 
 And they feeurely deep. 
 
 3 O might this rifing morn engage 
 My foul and thoufsnds more, 
 
 Long as wc tread this mortal ilage 
 i hy goodnefs to adore. 
 
 4 And when th' immortal day mall break, 
 And ail thefe clogs (hall ceafe, 
 
 We (hall, wish all thy faints awake 
 
 In everlafting peace. 
 £ No clouds of night fhall interpofe \ 
 
 No enemies annoy j 
 
2*54 H Y Iff N S. B.IV, 
 
 And all our changing fcenes (hail clofe 
 In everlafting joy. 
 
 HYMN XXIX. Common Metre. 
 Encouragement to chrijlians under trials, 
 i"V7*£ foll'wers of the Lamb that mourn 
 
 JL The abfence of your friend, 
 Believe and he will foon return, 
 And all your forrows end* 
 
 2 Tis unbelief (that foe) that reigns, 
 That makes you doubt and fear ; 
 
 But faith will break ten thoufand chains, 
 And bring your Saviour near, 
 
 3 He loves you and will ne'er forget 
 Your trials and complaints ; 
 
 He's with your fouls in ev'ry Hate, 
 And feels for alibis faints. 
 
 4 Though death and hell may all engage 
 His children to deftroy, 
 
 He'll foon defeat their hell i fh rage, 
 And torn your grief to joy. 
 
 5 O lift your heads ye faints of God, 
 For Jelus is your king ; 
 
 Let faith i:-.fpire yxm on the road, 
 And as you journey fing. 
 
 HYMN XXX. Common Metre. 
 Thoughts on thefainls above. 
 i/~\ JOYS of heav'n's immortal throng, 
 
 \^r In the fweet realms above ! 
 There every heart and ev'ry tongue s 
 Is horns awav with love, 
 
8. IV. H Y.M K S. 
 
 2 There they enjoy eternal" peace, 
 In him the great I AM ; 
 
 They fmg the fong, and never ceafe, 
 Of Mofes and the Lamb, 
 
 3 Ten thoufand bleflings on them reft. 
 Of wifdom and of love ; 
 
 And ev'ry fatal and angel bled. 
 With all the joys above. 
 
 4 When countlefs years have run their rounds^ 
 They juft begin to know 
 
 What a rich heaven ihey have found, 
 Nought paft, but always NOV/. 
 
 5 They never more fnail need the fun, 
 To give them light by day ; 
 
 Nor ever want the feebie moon, 
 To fcatter fhades away. 
 
 6 There the eternal fori of God, 
 Expels all (hades of night, 
 
 And fpreads the glorious beams abroad 
 Of uncreated light. 
 
 HYMN XXXI. Common Metre, 
 A prayer for increafe cf faith. 
 i/"\ GLVE me ftrength of living faith 
 
 \^/ My Lord my God I pray, 
 Then (hall I feel what Jefus faith, 
 And night be turn'd to day. 
 
 2 I fain would fo^r to realms divine, 
 
 But O my faith is low : , 
 And if I'm afk'd if thou art mine, 
 Some times I do not know. 
 
2- 5 6 II Y M N S. B, ' 
 
 3 When I have faith then I can move 
 
 Mountains of death and fin ; 
 When I have faith I fee! thy love, 
 And find a heav'n within. 
 
 4 But unbelief rejects the grace 
 That Jefus would beftow, 
 
 And veils me from my father's face 
 Chain'd down to guilt and woe. 
 
 5 Lord give me faith to fet me free 
 
 From chains of fin and death, 
 And let no fpirit reign in me, 
 But thou the word cf faith. 
 
 HYMN XXXII;. Short Metre. 
 Thirjling after God, and thoughts on the uppti 
 
 rcahr.s. 
 i\ /f Y God doth not delay ; 
 
 XVJL His grace is always free ; 
 But unbelief leads me aflray, 
 Far, far, O Cod, from thee ! 
 
 2 But flill my inmoft foul 
 
 Isthiriiing, Lord, for thee ; 
 O let thefe chains no more con:roul, 
 Lord fet the pris'ners free, 
 
 3 O let me feel thy love, 
 
 Dear Jefus, ev'ry hour *, 
 Fix my affcclion all above 
 
 By heav'n's attracting pow'r, 
 
 4 I long, O God, to be 
 
 Engag'd with all my hearty 
 
B ; IV. H Y M N S. £g% 
 
 To .-love and praife and follow thee. 
 And never more depart. 
 
 .5 And when I reach the fhore 
 
 Of everted ing reft, 
 My Jefus I (ball ftili adore, 
 
 And be forever bleU. 
 
 6 There in thofe realms divine 
 I truil ere long to-be ; 
 
 There all the glories {hall be mine. 
 For Chrilt belongs to me. 
 
 7 And there my foul {hall know 
 Ten thoufand glorious fcenes, 
 
 And fweet deliohis that while below 
 Were veil'd with clouds between,, 
 
 •S There I mall free enjoy 
 
 The prefence of the Lamh, 
 And this fhafi be my fweet employ, 
 
 To found his worthy fame. 
 
 9 Without the lofs of years, 
 New glories will a rife, 
 
 And ev*ry pro'fpecl: that appears, 
 Tranfport mv wond'ring eves, 
 
 10 O bleffed, -breffed God, ' 
 And is this all for me ■? 
 
 Ves ; thou haft freely fpi't thy blood, 
 To bring me home to thee. 
 
 HYMN XXXIII. Common Mctrt. 
 Complaining of ftupidity. 
 TTOW can a foul fo feufelefs be 
 jirjl That ever knew the Lord ! 
 
25B H Y M N S. B.IV 
 
 Ah ! oft Tv* felt he dy'd for me, 
 Yet how 1 rove abroad. 
 
 2 How little do I love his name. 
 Or live on things above ! 
 
 How little is my heart inflam'd 
 With his redeeming love ! 
 
 3 I call him Lord, and fo he is, 
 A faithful Lord to me, 
 
 And yet how oft I leave his ways, 
 And after fliadows £te ! 
 
 4 The very heathens might condemn 
 Me, and my creed abhor, 
 
 While I confefs but one I AM, 
 Yet ferve a ihoufand more. 
 
 5 O could I feel what 1 confefs, 
 How happy mould I be ! 
 
 A heav'n through all (his wildernefs 
 For Chrift would dwell with me. 
 HYMN XXXIV. Common Metre. 
 On Faith. 
 i r T~ 1 HAT living faith O God, I need, 
 
 A That purifies the heart, 
 Thru fhali my foul from chains be freed, 
 And every Toe depart. 
 
 2 'lis faith that brings me near to thee, 
 And makes my foul rejoice ; 
 
 } Tis faith that doth thy footfteps fee, 
 And faith that hears thy voice. 
 
 3 'Tis faith that conquers all my foes, 
 And triumphs over death ; 
 
E. IV. HYMN S. 25 j 
 
 Tis faith alone furmounts my woes, 
 O Jefus give me faith. 
 
 4 When Ihave faith then I can tell 
 The wonders of thy grace ; 
 
 Tis faith that conquers death and hell, 
 And runs the chriftian race ; 
 
 5 Faith looks with joy within the veiF, 
 And views eternal things ; 
 
 Darknefs and doubts, and forrows fail 
 When faith extends her_v/ings. 
 
 HYMN XXXV. Common Metre. 
 Complaining oj jiupidity . 
 s T ORD God 1 feel my ftupid frame, 
 
 _«■ J And mourn my exile irate ; 
 Once I was near to Ghcifl the Lamb s 
 My diftance now how great ! 
 
 2 I cannot bear to think how far 
 From jefus I defer! ; 
 
 While ev'ry poor delufive (rar 
 Allures my wand'ring heart. 
 
 3 Can I that once have known the Larril? 
 From fuch a father rove ! 
 
 Thus I deny that heav'nly name, 
 And fin againft his love. 
 
 4 O what a flupid wretch am I | 
 How can I e'er forget 
 
 The day that jefus pa'ffed by., 
 And fav'd me from the mi I 
 Y ' , 
 
a£a H Y M N S, B. W* 
 
 5 He dy'd to make me ever bleft, 
 And I have known his love ; 
 
 On times I've lean'd upon his bread, 
 And yet again I rove. 
 
 6 Lord wake me from this flup-id frame, 
 And fill my— fbui with love, 
 
 Then fiiaM thy name he all my theme, 
 Till I awake above. 
 
 HYMN XXXVI. Common Metre, 
 On living near to Chriji. 
 
 1 jf~*\ COULD I live but near my God 3 
 \_Jr How happy fhould I be ; 
 
 I'd walk the paths that Jefus trod, 
 Theheav'nly lands to fee. 
 
 2 Jefur would be mv conuant _guide. 
 And cheer me with his love ; 
 
 Triumphant o'er my foes I'd ride, 
 To the bright realms above. 
 
 3 O biefied fpirit iend thy wing 
 To bear my foul away, 
 
 I'd foar with all thy faints and fing 3 
 To everlading day. 
 
 4 Jefus for thee my foul doth pant, 
 And fain would thee adore ; 
 
 : Thy bleffed fr-If is all I want, 
 Now and forevermore. 
 HYMN XXXVII. Common Me**, 
 The ckrijlian wondering at tht gooeLn&fs of G$d 
 
 and his ozanjlupidity. 
 iTT A V £ I been bieft with grace divine, 
 XX And known the jovfui found ] . 
 
JB. IV. ft Y M N S. . sc.v 
 
 And is this blelTed Jefus mine ; 
 O what a pearl I've found ! 
 
 2, Why then my foul am I fo dead ! 
 
 How can I fenfelefs be ! 
 How can I with the wicked tread, 
 
 Since Jefus cy r d for me ! 
 
 3 Ungrateful mortal that I am I 
 When Jefus is my friend ; 
 
 O could 1 now adore the Lamb 5 
 Till all thefe trials end ! 
 
 4 O prince of peace awake my heart 3 
 With thy tranfporting love, 
 
 Nor let my foul from thee depart 3 
 Till I fliall foar above,, 
 
 KYMN XXXVIII. Particular Mitru 
 Thoughts on the difin tangled faints. 
 
 a fX r THOUGHT ! how b!elt the faints above* 
 
 \^/" Who fail in everlafttng love, 
 Around the glorious throne of light J 
 Their active fpirits now arife, 
 With joy and triumph through the fkies, 
 Vv 7 ithout one palling made of night. 
 
 2 See how the countiefs crouds rejoice, 
 And really one in heart and voice ; 
 
 Their fhouis a fweet harmonious drain $ 
 Borne with a Tweet celeftial dove, 
 G«i wings of tnoft tranfporting love, 
 
 Through ail the vail immortal plain,. 
 
a6* HYMN 5. B, IV. 
 
 2 There they triumph in joys complete, 
 Xerreftial worlds beneath their feet, 
 
 Wrap'd up in love's immortal flame % 
 Thus bafking in eternal day, 
 Amen, amen, amen, they fay, 
 
 Amen, all glory to the Lamb ! 
 
 HYMN XXXIX. Long Metre. 
 
 The chrijlian thir fling for liberty* 
 *f~\ COULD my foal a freedom find, 
 
 V-^ From thefe black cloud: that veil my mind \ 
 Or mud I fiill in exile rove, 
 So far from all my joy and love ? 
 
 2 Obleffed Lord, my faith revive, 
 And make my dying foul alive ; 
 Awake me with a facred flame, 
 
 To feel thy grace and iove thy name. 
 
 3 L'nlock thefe prifcn doors I pray 5 
 Take Lars of unbelief away ; 
 
 O help me thou immortal Dove, 
 To feel and fin^ redeeming love. 
 
 HYMN XL. Short Metre. 
 D* firing to acknowledge the goodnejs of God<, 
 iT TAD I ten thoufand tongues ' 
 
 JL JL I'd fpread thy name abroad j 
 "With joy I'd raife ten thoufand fongs 
 For to confefs my God. 
 
 2 His goodnefs claims my praife, 
 
 And I'll adore his name ; 
 Yet ail ihe fongs that angels raife 
 
 Can add no joys to hira» 
 
JS.lV; H Y H N S. *% 
 
 3 O God thy fpirit give, 
 That I may love thee more, 
 
 And let my foul forever live 3 
 Thy goodnefs to adore* 
 
 4 Forever Lord I truft, 
 I (hall adore that love, 
 
 That bled for me when I was loi! r 
 And bore my foul -above. 
 
 5 O what bleft fcenes I'll fee 
 When once I'm landed there ! 
 
 With God (who is my all) I'll be, 
 And what can I have more. 
 
 HYMN XLL Long Metre. 
 
 On the condefcention and love of Chrift, 
 
 i &T^ RE AT was the ftoop. great was the love^ 
 
 \JT Of Jefus to the fallen race I 
 With joy he left the realms above. 
 To fpread the wonders of his gra:e. 
 
 s Down, down he Hoops beneath the fiues^ 
 With love and pardons in his hands, 
 
 And dies, the mighty monarch dies. 
 To bring us to the heav'niy lands. 
 
 3. Think, O my foul Jehovah bleeds 
 For wretched men, O dearly bought !- 
 
 Such love and goodnefs far exceeds 
 The laft extent of human thought,, 
 
 3 Let all the glorious holts above, 
 Where they unveil'd his glories fee,* 
 
 ILe found he wonders of his love, 
 For 'tis a note too high for aae, Y a 
 
aS4 HYM N S. B. IV, 
 
 HYMN XLII. Long Metre. 
 An advice to the new bom-fouls never to part for 
 
 their different opinions about non-ejfentials, 
 a T* ET not the fons of Jefus call 
 
 B /That- common which the Lord hath cleans'd; 
 "When Chrift who is their all in all, 
 
 Kas lov'd them, and their heartshave chang'd ? 
 
 £ They r re fav 'rites of the Lamb of God, 
 Who freely fpilt his blood for them ; 
 
 If then they're wafn'd in his own blood, 
 Who dares their chofen names condemn. 
 
 3 Jefus has feal'd them on his heart, 
 And J3ves them as his heav'nly feed, 
 
 Then why mould chriftians ever part, 
 When in efientials they're agreed ? 
 
 4 O ihen no more ye heav'n-born race, 
 For modes and forms fo warm contend, 
 
 You're a!l redeem'd by the fame grace, 
 And all have Jefus for your friend, 
 
 5 'Tis icve ihaL do:h fulfil the law, 
 
 And meeknefs fpresc^s the Saviour's name * T 
 But warm debates will never draw 
 
 Not one poor foul to Chrif. the Lamb. 
 
 6 Proclaim ye faints your maker's love, 
 In cv'ry ho.jr and ev'ry hrea'h, 
 
 And foon you'ii land with him above 
 To jo ; B the triumphs of bis death. 
 
 HYMN XLIII. Common Metre. 
 *fhe fhrifiian hunperini? for the bread of life. 
 *~\~\TtlY mould I ftarve my hungry mind 
 Y V On earth's alluring charms! 
 
B.IV. H Y M N %* 2% 
 
 No folid p'eafure (hall I find, 
 But in my Saviour's arms. 
 
 2 'Tis there a!one I find relief 
 From ev'ry fore dsftrefs, 
 
 'Tis [here I Lofe ray guilt and grief, 
 And tafte of heav'nly blifs. 
 
 3 O could I hourly walk with God ? 
 And feel his boundlefs love, 
 
 With joy I'd found his name abroad? 
 And fing where e'er I rove. 
 
 4 Take me my J^fus by the hand. 
 And lead to Hreams divine, 
 
 Cheerful I'll join the heav'nly band ? 
 And Gog the Lord is mine, 
 
 5 O give me that immortal food 
 That faints enjoy above, 
 
 There's nothing worth the name of good 
 But that redeeming lore, 
 
 HYMN XLIV. Common Metre, 
 
 The chrifdan in the dark, pmtingfor li^hi and 
 liberty. 
 
 i/~\ WHEN will thefe black clouds depart^- 
 
 \^ And bars of death remove ? 
 Bre^k heav'nly morn into my hearty 
 And cheer m? with rhy love. 
 
 2 How would my foul arife with joy 
 
 To fee my Saviour's face, 
 And ev'rv pow'r of thought employ 
 
 To seii the world of grace, 
 
s>66- HY M N S. 5. IV, 
 
 3 I long to love my Jefus more,- 
 And let poor Tinners know 
 
 His goodnefs haih no bound nor fhore, 
 That they may love him too. 
 
 4 O Jefus break my heavy chains, 
 And fet the mourner free ; 
 
 I'll (ing for joy, and lofe my painsj 
 And' walk dear Lord with thee, 
 
 HYMN XLV. Short Metre. 
 
 Complaining of pride and unbeliefs and thirfiing 
 J or liberty. 
 
 'i£~\ GOD my heart is hard. 
 
 \_A And pride yet reigns within $ 
 In cicaih and darknefs 1 am bard. 
 With unbelief the chain. 
 
 2 O break thou Prince of peace, 
 Thefe bars ihat chain me fo, 
 
 And give my wounded foul releafe 
 Out cf this gulf of woe. 
 
 3 O let me feel and fee 
 
 The wonders of thy grace }< 
 And let my happy portion be 
 Among the heav'n bom racc 9 
 
 4 Then would my fonl rejoice^ 
 In the Redeemer's name ; 
 
 And while I live I'd fpend my voice ? 
 Hts goodnefs to proclaim* 
 
B/m HYMNS. agy 
 
 HYMN XLVI. Common Metre. 
 Panting after Chrift and the fpreading of his 
 
 caufe. 
 i YSSUS my foul doth long to know 
 J More of thy felf in time ; 
 And while I iread thefe climes below, 
 Feed on thefe joys fubliine. 
 
 2 Then could I tell of Chrift my God ? 
 And fpread his lovely name, 
 
 That other fouls- might hear his word ? 
 Come and enjoy the fame. 
 
 3 My foul dear Jefus, longs to fse 
 Thy blefled caufe revive ; 
 
 O bring poor finners home to thee 3 
 And let the mourners live. 
 
 HYMN XLVII. Common Metre. 
 The doubting chriflian zorefllingfor a real know-* 
 
 ledge of Chrift, 
 i/~\ CUTTING doubts ! when fhall I know 
 
 V— r That Jefus is my friend ? 
 When {hall I" leave thefe floods of woe ? 
 When will ihefe conflicts end ? 
 
 2 Sometimes I think I feel his love> 
 And ?afte of joys divine ; 
 
 But ah ! ioo fqwn in doubts I. rove 5 
 And cannot fay he's mtne. 
 
 3 But -frill I muft pre fume to know 9 
 Since all I have's at (rake ; 
 
 Tell me, dear God, O ftoop fo low 
 For the Redeemer's fake» 
 
*68 H Y M N S. h t IV, 
 
 4 'Tis for the glory of thy name, 
 And my eternal joy, 
 
 That I mould know and love the Lamb,, 
 Then, Lord, theie doubts deftroy, 
 
 5 I never {hall with peace be bleft, 
 While doubling thus I rove : 
 
 Nor dare I deep, nor dare I reft, 
 'Til! I have known thy love. 
 
 5 O come dear Jefus, come, I pray 3 
 
 And fpeak the Tvord of peace ; 
 Take all my ,doubts and fears away, 
 
 And make my fbrrow ceafe. 
 
 f O might I fee the* happy day,- 
 
 When I coald ail refign ; 
 Thefe doubts and foes be ilea away,- 
 
 And know that Chiifl is mine ! 
 
 HYMN XLVIII. Common Metre* 
 Defiring Chrift above all. 
 i "j* OR.D fi.Il my heart with love divine, 
 
 & 4 And let me live to thee ; 
 Lei me be thine, and th^u be mine. 
 
 Then happy I dull be. 
 
 a This is the portion I requeft, 
 
 And this is all I want ; 
 Nor can I think that I am bleft, 
 
 'Till thou this Bleifipg grant. 
 
 3' There's nothing elfe, O God, can do\f 
 
 All oth^r gifis arc fmall ; 
 The love of Chnil, O let me know, 
 
 For jefus mui; be 2.1L 
 
B. IV. HYMN S. £09 
 
 4 Say, bleffed Jefus, fnail I be 
 Once leaning on thy breaft ; 
 
 In heav'n where {hall I reign with thee?, 
 Ocan I be fo bleft ] 
 
 5 So great the prize, fo .great my -need, 
 I cannot be deny'd ; 
 
 Give me thyfeif. O God. I plead, 
 And I (hall be funply'd. 
 
 HYMN xLlX, Short Metre.. 
 The fame. 
 *4~\ JESUS at thy feet I fall ; 
 '%^J^ Be thou my everlafting all.; 
 Mo other joys my foul would know, 
 Long .as I tread thefe climes below, 
 
 2 I'll give siyfeif toChrift the Lamb, 
 And make his praife my comlant theme*, 
 Until my la ft expiring breath, 
 
 Then triumph over fin and deal-K 
 
 3 Then Jefus let my foul arife 
 
 To realms where pieafure never dies ; 
 There (hail I tread the blifsful (hore, 
 And leave my God, my life, no more. 
 
 HYMN L. Particular Metre* 
 
 On the birth of Chr.ift,* 
 ^ EE Jefus in a manger lies ! 
 
 Archangels gaze with fweet furprifc, 
 At (heir Creator's mortal birth ; 
 Hark ! hark ! the heav'nly arches ring, 
 When God their King, when God their King 
 Appears among the fons of earth. 
 
*;o H Y M N S. B, Wj 
 
 2 Angels defcend, with joy proclaim 
 To mortals his incarnate name, 
 
 And bids the world forget their fear; 
 Xift up your eyes, O Adam's race, 
 An act of grace, an aft of grace 
 
 By Jefus comes, O finners hear. 
 
 3 Sinners behold your only friend, 
 For you his arm doth w-ide extend, 
 
 Tafte» death for you, and all mankind j 
 Fear not, O ihepherds, this is he, 
 Arife and fee, arife and fee, 
 
 The Babe at Bethlehem you'll find. 
 
 4 Shout, dyingmortals, Ihout his praife, 
 Let ev'ry tongue his honors raife ; 
 
 Glad tidings to your world is come | 
 •Go tell the world from fhore to fhore, 
 JDefpond no more, defpond no more, 
 
 He's come to call the rebels home. 
 
 HYMN 1,1. Common Metre. 
 Panting after Chrift. 
 
 1 W ORD Jefus let thy grace appear 
 J.& 4 And touch my harden'd heart, 
 
 Thy love would banifh all my fear, 
 And make my foes depart. 
 
 2 How can I live fo far from thee 
 A God of houndlcfs grace I 
 
 When thai! I hourly waik with thee 
 And fee thy fmi ling face ? 
 
 g I know dear God, thy love is grcat.j 
 And like a boundlefs fea : 
 
B. IV. H Y M NS, 271 
 
 But when my foul no tane doth get, 
 It is not love to me ! 
 
 4 'Tis for that I-ove my foul afpi res, 
 O Jefus hear my cry, 
 
 Thy love fulfils -all my defires, 
 And lifts my foul on high. 
 
 5 O Lord to thy dear feet I come, 
 And plead thy precious biood ; 
 
 Be thou my portion, life and home, 
 And my eternal food. 
 
 HYMN LII. Particular Metre. 
 Defiring nothing but Chrift. 
 
 1 A BEGGAR Lord behold I (land, 
 -JlJL And wait the moving cf thy hand- 
 
 O fend me not away diftrefl ; 
 3 never can true pieafure fee 
 Until I find it Lord in thee, 
 
 But O in thee forever ble{i„ 
 
 2 Not earthly crowns, ncr length of days'. 
 Nor all the grandeur time can raife, 
 
 Would ever tempt me from thy door % 
 But O thy kingdom in my foul, 
 Is all I want, 'tis ail in ali, 
 
 O be my life forevermore, 
 
 3 I call no arm a friend but thine ? 
 I know no joys but joys divine, 
 
 Thy prefence brings immortal light " 3 
 Thy love doth all my foes deftrovj 
 In thee is everlafiing joy, 
 
 But without thee eternal night. 2 
 
£72 HYMNS. B.IV. 
 
 . HYMN LI 1 1. Common Metre, 
 
 The chrijlian's parting hymn, 
 
 t T5 LEST be the Lord that we may part, „ 
 
 JL3 And bodies far remove, 
 Yet we are bound m every heart 
 By (he Redeemer's love. 
 
 2. Although our mortal feet may tread 
 
 In different paths be!ow $ 
 Oar fouls are one in Chnft our head, 
 
 And bieQ where e'er we go. 
 
 3 As faithful warriors let us fight, 
 
 For Jefus leads our bjnd, 
 He'll guide our feet both day and night 
 
 Through ail this defert land. 
 
 A When a few moments more are gone 
 
 We'll reach the peaceful more, 
 Where ev'ry foul to Jefus born 
 
 Will meet and part no more. 
 
 5 There where our Saviour's glories mine 
 
 We'it walk the blifsful plain ; 
 Our fouls fiiall drink of ftreams divine 
 
 And with oar Jefus reign. 
 
 HYMN LIV. Lonf Metre. 
 
 For the youth. 
 
 i T EAD me O jefus in thy truth, 
 
 X^ A Yvhile I am in the bloom of voulh ; 
 Redeem my foul from death and fin, 
 And let me feel thy love within. 
 
B.IV. HYMNS. 273 
 
 2 While I pafs through this mortal flage, 
 My life in thy bleft caufe engage ; 
 
 And let me teii the world thy death 
 Until my laft expiring breath, 
 
 3 Then when my mortal life mall fail, 
 And I muft pafs death's gloomy veil, 
 "With gladnefs would I yield my breath, 
 And triumph o'er the powers of death. 
 
 4 I'd bid adieu to all my woe, 
 And to my heav'nly father go % 
 
 To join with all the youthful throng 
 Where love {hail be our lading fong. 
 
 HYMN LV. Particular Metre. 
 Panting for divine light and life* 
 I'TylTHO will expel thefe {hades of night 
 V V And give my foul immortal light ? 
 None but the Saviour, he's my joy ; 
 'Tis he alone can let me know 
 The joys of upper worlds below, 
 And my unnumber'd foes deflroy. 
 
 2 Soon as I hear his charming voice, 
 I leap, I fing and I rejoice, 
 
 And feel my foul wrapt up in love I 
 Could I but always feel me fo 
 Triumphing through the world I'd go 
 
 'Till I mould reach the realms above, 
 
 3 O happy thought ! tranfporting hour 1 
 And fiiail I once with Jefus there 
 
 In everlaftiog glory reign ? 
 
a 24 HYMN S« B. IV. 
 
 Thece ail the heav'nly hofts are one, 
 The battle's fought the field is won, 
 Nor (hall they ever part again. 
 
 HYMN LVI. Common Metre. 
 A chrijiian in the dark. 
 
 1 jf~\ MUST I wander all my days 
 V-/ In doubts and flavifc fears, 
 
 Through horrid foes, and gloomy ways. 
 And floods, ^rd griefs, and tears ? 
 
 2 Where (ball I wander for relief 
 But to the prince of peace ? 
 
 "Tis he alone can eafe my grief,. 
 And make my trials ceaie. 
 
 3 O Jefus take me in thy hand, 
 And let me know thy love, 
 
 Each hour let me enjoy my friend, 
 And never from thee rove. 
 
 4 My weary'd foul can never reft,. 
 Nor ever happy be, 
 
 Except I lean upon thy ureal}, 
 O Lord, and live with thee. 
 
 HYMN LVII. Particular Metric 
 The pilgrims fong, 
 i TyLGRIMS let us all engage, 
 
 JL While we tread this mortal ftage, 
 Spread the name of Chrift our king, 
 And while on our journey ling. 
 
 c jefus for us fpent his breath, 
 Uy'd to favc our fouls from death ; 
 
B. IV. HYMN S. 275 
 
 Ke muft have our life and foul, 
 For our God is all in all. 
 
 3 Shouting praifing, let us go, 
 Leaving all the joys below ; 
 Soon our fouls (hall mount on high, 
 Where our joys (hall never die. 
 
 HYMN LVIII. Long Metre. 
 
 The doubting chrijliati. 
 iT ONG have I wander'd from my God, 
 %. a And loft the fweetnefs of his word ; 
 When fhall 1 meet my friend again, 
 And fing his love, and lofe my pain ? 
 
 z Ne'er (hall I reft until I find 
 
 My love to cheer my drooping mind ; 
 
 2 long to feel his facred flame 
 
 And tell the world his lovely name. 
 
 3 Come Jefus, come and cheer my heart, 
 Make ev'ry carnal love depart ; 
 
 . What e'er I have where e'er I be, 
 Let me forever be with thee. 
 
 HYMN LIX. Long Metre. 
 The fame, 
 
 1 jf\ GOD break in my heart with love, 
 \^/ And let me feel ibis death remove J 
 
 Let me enjoy my Father's fac«, 
 That I may triumph in thy grace. 
 
 2 Unhappy mortaM fhall be 
 If I itiil wander without thee $ 
 
 Z a 
 
: : ,6 H Y M N S. B.IV, 
 
 But if with thee where'er 1 go 
 It is a hcav'n begun below. 
 
 3 Come Lord and fpeak a (i kail all peace" 
 And ev'ry "orm will quickly ceafe ; 
 O lead me with thy heav'-nly hand, 
 Safe to the bleft the peaceful land. 
 
 HYMN LX. Particular Metre. 
 
 A fang for the pilgrims. 
 
 iTJ'LGRIMS lift your hearts to'fing 
 JL Songs of praiie to God our king ; 
 lie thai bougfel us with h;s blood 
 Soon will brine us home to God. 
 
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 3 Th-re in peace we foon {hall red 
 With his faints forever bieft ; 
 There enjoy our Saviour's love, 
 
 r more from Jefus rove. 
 
 g Ther^ forever we'll rejoice, 
 Love uniting every voice ; 
 Feailing or: immortal food, 
 Ev'ry foul rn-.dc one with God, 
 
 4 Through 'he realms of light we'll faif r 
 Perfefl joy (hall never fail ; 
 
 Trim* landed there, 
 h\ angelic glories (hare. 
 
 HYMN LXI. Long Metre. 
 De firing to be always mar to God, 
 
 ■*ST^ rHAT l ?"«ty for ^er be 
 
 \y Keu; near my God ; -;r/i him adore> 
 
B.IV. m Y MK S. 27 7 
 
 "Till face (o face I him dial! fee, 
 Within the blcft immonal fliore ! 
 
 3 Lord fpeah the word and feat my heart 
 
 So fa ft to my eternal friend, 
 That we may not from thee defers 
 
 Till all thefe mortal changes end, 
 
 3 Then in the eternal world of reft, 
 Let me with thee my father reign, 
 
 With all the faints and angels blefc, 
 And never, never part ag.aii 
 
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 HYMN LXII. Long Metre, 
 
 JDefiring to know more of God, 
 
 i^ ff T CH more, O God, I fain vojld he 
 
 jLVJL Acquainted wish myfelf and thee y 
 Nothing hut Jefus let me know, 
 Then lhall I have a heav'n below, 
 
 2 No more O Jefus, let me ftray 
 To lofe the fweetnefs of ihy way ; 
 Or if I mould a captive rove, 
 Reclaim me with th ne arm of love, 
 
 3 Much of thy fpirit may I have, 
 With thee to walk, and in thee live ; 
 Let grace my heart and tongue employy 
 To court poor finners to my joy. 
 
 4 And when thefcr mortal clogs (hall ceafe f 
 I (hall exult in realms of peace, 
 pifrharg'd from earth and all her toya 
 
 To &are in everiafling joys. 
 
fi 7 8 HYMNS. B. IV. 
 
 HYMff LXIII. Particular Metre. 
 The doubting chrtflian.t, 
 lTX THEN will the bleft immortal Dove, 
 V V Thefe heavy doubisand clouds remove, 
 And let me know my (landing fare ? 
 O will his love e'er on me fhtne, 
 That I may fay my God is mine, 
 And doubt his love no more ? 
 
 2 Dark Hate of mine to live (o far 
 From Chrift the bright the morning (lar, 
 
 And wander in thefe (hades of night ; 
 My faith is weak, my joys are low ; 
 Long nights I wade through fea of woe ; 
 
 O Jefus blefs me with thy light. 
 
 3 Lord take me by the hand I pray, 
 And lead me to eternal day, 
 
 Where ev'ry fear and doubt ftiall ceafe ; 
 There (hall I drink of living dreams, 
 And bdfk in thine immortal beams 
 
 Where all the glorious realms are peace. 
 
 HYMN LXIV. Long Metre. 
 
 The /{range travels of a doubting ehrijltan, 
 1^*1 "Vi&RE's none can tell or yet conceive, 
 
 A What different fcer.es I'm carried thro* 
 B'-it ihofe who in the Lord believ?, 
 Are born, and know the travels too. 
 
 2 Sometimes I think the Lamb of God 
 Has (poke a word of peace to me. 
 
 Has fpent his life and fpilt his blood, 
 And bore my curfcs en the tree. 
 
B. IV. HYM N S. *x£ 
 
 3 Then leaps my foul with joys divine, 
 Long as I feel the heav'nly Came, 
 
 I think the bleMed Lamb is mine, 
 And find a fweetnefs in his name* 
 
 4 But O how foon does unbelief 
 Pretend it is too great for me I 
 
 I never found that true relief 
 
 Which real chrifiians know and fee. 
 
 5 Caft down and mourning then I go. 
 And feel the borders of defpair, 
 
 My bleeding heart o'erwhelm'd with wocj. 
 Is drove from place to place with fear*. 
 
 6 Yet when a glimpfe of light returns 
 
 I feel tnv former joys a<rain 
 
 
 My wounded foul doch ceale to rnoarn, 
 My fears are fled, and foes are {kin c 
 
 n My faith revives, my jovs increafe, 
 1 chink my trying hours are gone; 
 
 But unbelief foon breaks my peace, 
 And all my doubts and fears return, 
 
 8 And thus I'm tofs'd from hope to feary 
 As faith, or unbelief prevails; 
 
 But diH my God is always near, 
 
 Though clouds fo oft his face may veil. 
 
 9 Lord ft nee thy goodnefs knows no bound' 
 O let me feei thy kingdom fland, 
 
 Then when thy mercies I have found 3 
 I J 11 trull -my ail upon thy hand, 
 
28o HYMN S. B. IV, 
 
 JO Then let the pow'rs of bell invade, 
 
 1*11 triumph while my rock I feel ; 
 My hope is on Jehovah laid, 
 
 My anchor fure within the veil. 
 
 H Y M N LXV. Short Metre, 
 Defying to walk zcith God, 
 l/^V JESUS with me go, 
 
 V--/ And lead me by thy Iove f 
 I,ong as I journey here below, 
 Nor let me from thee rove. : - 
 
 £ Where e'er my lot may be, 
 
 While on this mortal ftage, 
 Kelp me my Cod to walk with thee^ 
 
 And in thy caufe engage. 
 
 3 Let love infpire my tongue 
 To fpread thy grace abroad, 
 
 Redeeming love (hall be my fong, 
 And thou (hall be my God. 
 
 4 And when this life (ball end, 
 And all my labour ceafe ; 
 
 Let me enjoy my heav'nly friend 
 In the Iweet realms of peace. 
 
 HYMN LXV I. Particular Metre. 
 The rhrifiian in the dark panting for light, 
 l T T ASTE dear Jefus, hafte I pray, 
 
 JL JL Take this unbelief away, 
 Fill me with thy iove divine, 
 Let me know thai I am tfarne. 
 
B. IV. HYMNS. *3* 
 
 2 Far I live dear Lord frcnf thee, 
 Little of thy glories fee, 
 
 Mull I ftill in exile go, 
 Wading in thefe fcenes of woe I 
 
 3 O my Jefus make me bleft, 
 In thy bofom let me reft, 
 Guide ray feet, poffefs ray heart,. 
 Let me never from thee part. 
 
 4 Can I live without ihy grace I 
 Muft I mourn thy diftant face S 
 All my hopes, and jovs are flain, 
 Till I fee thy face again. 
 
 5 Lead me Lord in paths of peace, 
 Then will all my forrows ceafe, 
 Lend thy hand from realms above. 
 To infpire me with thy love. 
 
 6 O for blefiings fo divine ! 
 Can fuch glories e'er be mine ? 
 Yea thyfelf, O Lord hath fworn, 
 Thou doth freely give the crown. 
 
 HYMN LXVII. Common Metre. 
 
 The chrijlian encouraged under trials by the 
 
 victory others have gained. 
 
 i F I 1 EN thoufand folTwers of the Lamb, 
 
 JL Who once thisdefert trod, 
 And fuffer'd for their Saviour's name, 
 
 Are retting with their God. 
 
 2 Kard hours of grief they waded through, 
 While fighting here below ; 
 
282 H Y ,M N S. B. IV 
 
 But now they've bid' a Jong adieu 
 To all ihefe fcenes of woe. 
 
 3 Safely they've reach'd the peaceful fiiore 
 Where iove immortal reigns, 
 
 Where dorms of iorrow are no more, 
 And they forget their pains. 
 
 4 Then O my foul ! I mull purfue 
 My Jefbs and my love, 
 
 Till I fhali meet in glory too, 
 With all the faints above, 
 
 5 Soon I fha'i fing the Victor's fong 
 In manfions of delight, 
 
 And join the vaft angelic throng 
 Far from thefe (hades of night. 
 
 HYMN LXVIII. Particular Metre, 
 
 Thirfting after Chrifi. 
 
 lT ORD my foul now doth afpire 
 jL-d For a fpark of heav'nly fire ; 
 O that I may feel thy iove 
 
 Waft me to the realms above ? 
 
 2 Help me, O my God I pray, 
 Bear my foaring heart away ;, 
 Set me from my bondage free ; 
 Wrap my foul all up in thee. 
 
 3 Guide me Lord where e'er I go; 
 Let me tafle of heaven below, 
 
 Till my laft exchange mail come, 
 Then, O my Jefus, call me home. 
 
B.1Y. H Y M N S. 
 
 4 There I would forever reign, 
 Never part from thee again ; 
 With the children of thy love 
 P^eign with thee in realms above, 
 
 HYMN LXIX. Long Metre, 
 The far.ie. 
 ^jf\ WHEN; my bleiTed Jefus when 
 
 \+j/ Shall I enjoy thy Jove again P 
 O let me fee the happy hour. 
 When I (hall fee! thyiove with pow J r„ 
 
 2. How can, I. live without my friend, 
 
 come and bid my forrows end, 
 One word, one word dear Jefus give. 
 And caufe my drooping foul to live. 
 
 3 My head is overwhelmed with grief, 
 
 1 wander round to find relief ; 
 But none. O God, I e'er {hall fee, 
 Until! fin'd myfelf with. thee. 
 
 4 Lord Jefu; break this gloomy made ; 
 Be tbou my life, my joy, my aid ; 
 And let me leave my friend no more 
 Long as I tread this mortal fhore. 
 
 HYMN LXX. Common hldu, 
 The vanity of the world. 
 iTT^HIS world with all its charms 
 
 JL Are vain and poifon too | 
 •O let me fly to Jefus' arms, 
 I'd bid them all adieu. 
 
 A 4 
 
s«4 H Y M N S. B. IV 
 
 2 Methinks my foul can fay, 
 I find no pleafure here ; 
 
 The more for earthly joys I ftray> 
 The greater is my fear. 
 
 3 Too long I've fought for joy 
 Where it was never found ; 
 
 Why fhould I ftill my life employ, 
 To fearch a deferc round ? 
 
 4 My hungry foul afpires 
 To bid them all adieu ; 
 
 My heart awakes with Orong defires, 
 The Saviour to purfue. 
 
 5 Lord help me to arife 
 From ev'ry earthly toy ; 
 
 Give me a life that never dies, 
 And be my only joy. 
 
 HYMN LXXI. Long Metre. 
 
 \P anting for a felt knowledge of Chrifl, 
 
 i"X la THEN (hall my foul from doubts be fre< 
 
 V V And be poffefs'd of life divine? 
 That happy day when (hall I fee, 
 
 That I can fay thai Chrilt is mine ? 
 
 2 When will he for my foul appear. 
 And give my drooping fpirit reft ? 
 
 Forgive my fins, expel mv fear, 
 O Lord, and make rne ever bleft. 
 
 3 Then wii! my foul O God rejoice, 
 And tell the dying world thy love, 
 
 Sinners around (hall hear my voice, 
 Till death command my lafl remove* 
 
B. IV. H Y M N S. aS| 
 
 4 Then fhall my lading portion be, 
 
 To (hare with all the faints above 5 
 And live eternal God with thee, j 
 
 And folace in thy boundlefs love. 
 HYMN LXXII. Common Metre. 
 For the morning. 
 i°Tf~ IND was the hand that bro't me through 
 
 1\ My flumb'ring hours in peace ; 
 His mercies are forever new ; 
 Nor can his goodnefs ceafe. 
 
 2 Though earth and heli furrounHs my bed, 
 And threatens to devour, 
 
 My Jefus fafely guards my head, 
 With his almighty pow'r. 
 
 3 Great is thy goodnefs Lord to ma 
 Thy mercy hath no bound : 
 
 When either deep or 'wake I be, 
 Thine arm doth me furround. 
 
 4 O could I now leave all my flotb 3 
 And rifing with the fun, 
 
 Speak my redeeemers praifes forth,. 
 While m-ortaL wheels (hall run ! 
 
 5 Then when thefe nights and days axe o'er^ 
 I'll bid all pains adieu, 
 
 And reach the everlafting (bore,. 
 Where joys are ever new. 
 
 6 Then from, thefe clogs I fhall be freed, 
 And reft in facred love ; 
 
 Where I no more this deep fhall need 3 
 Or funs or moons to, move*. 
 
■ 86 H Y M N 3. B. IV. 
 
 HYMN LXXIH. . Long Metre. 
 
 Thirjiing after Jefus. 
 
 3 A S pilgrims wifh their reft to find, 
 jLjL So cloth my poor diftreifed mind 
 
 Long to enjoy a place of reft, 
 Amonj the faints forever blefr. 
 
 * I canjict live contented here 
 Unlefs my Jefus does appear ; 
 His prefence brings a hcav'nly feafr, 
 And makes mte in his goodnek boaft. 
 
 g Lord fpeak and fet my fpirit free. 
 And caufe me, to rejoice in thee ; 
 Let all my life and (Irength be thine 
 Till I awake in realms divine. 
 
 4 Immortal love fhall then inflame 
 My foul to found thy lading fame, 
 And biefl beyond what tongue can tell, 
 for there I fhall with Jcfus dwell. 
 
 HYMN LXX1V. Long Metre, - 
 The rhrijiian in the dark, confejing his defer tion t 
 */^"\ MUST I fpend my moments fo 
 
 \**r In this dark veil of death and woe ! 
 Through cutting fears and (hades of night, 
 
 1 rove without one glimpfe of light, 
 
 2 And muft I ftill in darknefs rove, 
 So far from thee my friend, my love ! 
 That happy hour fhall I ne'er fee, 
 When I can triumph, Lord in thee ? 
 
B. IV.- # Y M- tf S. 2S7 
 
 3. J Twas my falfe heart led me afiray. 
 And far I've wander'd from the way, 
 Yet, O thou bleft, thou bleeding Lamb, 
 Thy poor, thy wand J ring fheep reclaim. 
 
 4 Though I have rov'd fo far from thee, 
 Thou art not injur'd Lord by me ; 
 But I have wounded my own foul, 
 And thou alone can make me whole, 
 
 HYMN LXXV. Short Metre* 
 Panting after Chrijl* 
 
 lT ORD Jefusletme fee 
 
 JL^J The beauties of thy face ; 
 O let me live and walk with thee 3 
 And triumph in thy grace. 
 
 2 My heart for thee doth pant, 
 O give me my requeft, 
 
 Thy bleffed felf, Q God, I want-, 
 And in thy love to reft. 
 
 3 Vv'hy mould I fpend my breath 
 For that which is not bread ? 
 
 The ways of fin are w-ays of deathj 
 They ftrike my comforts dead. 
 
 4 But Lord I find in thee 
 All joy and ev'ry good, 
 
 And fince thy goodnefs is fo free-j- 
 May it be all my food. 
 
 £ Then will my cheerful foul 
 Rejoice my journey throughj 
 A a 2 
 
»S3 H Y M 'N S: B. IT. 
 
 My mortal days (hall fweeetiy roll, 
 And all my fears adieu. 
 
 HYMN LXXVI. Long Metre. 
 
 The doubting chrijlian, longing to knoco that his 
 
 Redeemer liveth. 
 i^yCTlTHOUT a doubt O could I know, 
 
 V V Dear Jefus, that I was in thee, 
 My foul would foon forget her woe, 
 
 And O how happy Pnould I be ! 
 
 2 Ah ! if I felt that Chrifl was mine, 
 Wuh joy I'd Hng his boundlefs love ; 
 
 My tongue mould dwell on themes divine, 
 Till I (hou'd foar to realms above. 
 
 3 But if in doubts I fpend my days, 
 No happy moments fhull I fee, 
 
 But wander in thefe difmal ways,. 
 Diftre-fs'd and poor where'er I be, 
 
 4, This world would be a fcene of woe, 
 
 And life itfelf a burden prove ; 
 A~nd mud I Hill a mourner go, 
 
 Without my friend, my life my love.,. 
 
 5 O thou that came to help the poor, 
 
 Make bare thine- arm and fet me free ; 
 
 Thy goodnefs knows no bound nor fhore, 
 7 hen Lord extend thy love to me. 
 
 HYMN LXXVII. Common Metre. 
 The chrijlianjcr.fi bie of defer (ionjrem Gcd. 
 j^I^vJO long i have abus'd thy grace, 
 JL O my indulgent God ] 
 
3. IV.. II Y M N S„ . -89. 
 
 Too long forfook the ways of peace. 
 And with the wicked trod. 
 
 2 I've captive been by fin and death, 
 But now begin to fee 
 
 How vain I fpend my life and breath, 
 When I defert from thee. 
 
 3 No peace I find fo far from thee, 
 Nor reft without thy love, 
 
 And yet, O thoughtlefs wretch I be 3 
 For empty (hades I rove.. 
 
 4 I never can contented be' 
 Without the fmiles of heav'n^ 
 
 b!e(fed Jefus let me fee 
 My fins are all forgiv'n-. 
 
 5 O let me hear, O let me feel 
 That foul tranfporting voice," 
 
 Which will' my wounded fpirit heal r 
 And make my heart rejoice. 
 
 6 Then would my foul with joy proclainf 
 The goodnefs of my God, 
 
 1 woufd adore my Saviour's name, 
 
 And fpread his love abroad, 
 
 HYMN LXXVIII. Long Metre. 
 
 The chrifiian confejfing of coldnefs and JiupiHty^ 
 
 iT ORD I have caufe to be afham'd 
 % A That I rejoice in thee no more. 
 That all my foul is not inflam'd 
 To foreai thy to7C and ihee adore,. 
 
290 H Y M N S. B. IV 
 
 2 Ten thou fan d worlds were all in vain 
 To fave a foul condemn'd to die ; 
 
 Yet Chrift the fon of God was (lain 
 For fuch a guilty worm as I. 
 
 3 And when he faw me in my guilt, 
 His bowels did with pity move ; 
 
 He wafli'd me in the blood he fpilt, 
 And fed me with redeeming love, 
 
 4 O Goci my carclefs frame forgive, 
 And melt my heart with love divine, 
 
 That I may near to.Jefus live, 
 
 And he po fiefs this heart of mine, 
 
 HYMN LXXIX. Common Metre. 
 The chrijtian acknowledging God's goodnefs } and 
 
 his own ingratitude. 
 i/"\ HOW rejoicing was the day 
 
 V^/ When firft I knew the Lord ! 
 He drove my fears and foes away, 
 And wafh'd me in his blood. 
 
 2 No arm could fave, no help was nigh 
 In that difijreMing hour, 
 
 Till Chrift the Lamb came pafTmg by, 
 With his redeeming pow'r. 
 
 3 And often ftnce I've teen diftreft, 
 And no relief could find, 
 
 Till Chrift- the Lord my righteoufnefs, 
 Told me his love was mine. 
 
 4 And yet how carelefs have I been 
 Since foniush grace recciv'd !• 
 
3r. IV, HYMNS. 29* 
 
 How oft I've trod the ways of fin, 
 And thy biefi (pirit griev'd. 
 
 5 Ungrateful mortal I have been, 
 
 From fuch a friend to rove T 
 Yet he reclaims my foul again. 
 
 And cheers me with his love. 
 
 HYMN LXXX. Short Mttrt>- 
 
 The travels of a doubting chrijlia7i 9 - 
 
 i^ /C THEM Jefus fmiles on me, 
 V V My foul is on the wings,: 
 
 1 feel myfelf from bondage free, 
 
 My heart awakes and fings. 
 
 2 Then ftand-s my mountain ftrong. 
 And I pre fume to hy 
 
 My hope is fure, my foul doth long: 
 To wing herfelf away.. 
 
 3, But foon my doubts return, 
 
 And fears come on again, 
 And when thofe happy hours are gone 3 
 
 I- fear my joys- were vain, 
 
 4 Then I indulge my fear. 
 And nourifh unbelief, 
 
 Until ten thoufand clouds appear, 
 And load my foul with grief. 
 
 5 The devil he perfuades 
 My fears are humble iighs, 
 
 And it is bed to walk in (hades,. 
 Left. my preemption rife,- 
 
=9* ' H Y M N S. B.'R 
 
 6 And when I get a glimpfe 
 Of cheering light divine, 
 
 He doth my rifing joys eclipfe^ 
 Saying is it not mine. 
 
 7 Thus when I might rejoice 
 Thofe flavilh doubts appear, 
 
 Saying 'twas not my Saviour's voice^ 
 And fo I hug my fear. 
 
 8 Then iiorms of forrow roll 
 Through all my troubled breafl ; 
 
 Thus I torment my wounded foul, 
 And thus deny my Chrift. 
 
 9 Forgive me Lord I pray, 
 And take me near to thee ; 
 
 Drive Satan and his fchemes awav, 
 And fet the mourner free. 
 
 HYMN LXXXI. Long Metre. 
 
 The chriflian feeling his defer ti on from God, 
 
 j/~\NCE I enjoy'd the Saviours love, 
 
 \Jr And thought I felt his grace divine 
 My loul convers'd with joys above, 
 And cali'd the bieffed Jefus mine. 
 
 2 But Coon, ah ! foon I turn'*! aGde, 
 And often with the finners trod ; 
 
 Which caus'd the wicked to deride 
 
 The precious name of Chrift my God ; 
 
 3 The blinded world beheld my fin, 
 And Icoff'd at the Redeemer's name > 
 
B. IV. II Y M N S. 29s 
 
 Behold, fay they, He's turn'd again, 
 And thus I crucify 'd the Lamb, 
 
 4 A dagger piercing thro' my foui, 
 And I with trembling fears opprefs'd 
 
 Ten thoufand (harp reflections roll 
 
 Like floods through all my wounded bread. 
 
 5 Forgive me O thou bleiTed Lamb, 
 That I fo far from thee defert, 
 
 And let thine arm of love reclaim, 
 My wand'ring and deceitful heart. 
 
 6 Dwell in my foul O God I pray. 
 And let up rival enter there ; 
 
 •Give me the fmiles of heav'nly day, 
 And let me yet thy goodnefs (hare* 
 
 *■ O let my ways no more defame 
 The gofpei which I have poffefs'd } 
 
 But let me live to praife thy name, 
 Until 1 reach eternal reft. 
 
 HYMN LXXXII, Common Metre. 
 
 Defiring to be wholly for God. 
 
 ijf~\ THOU that bought me with thy bIood 3 
 
 V/ And wafli'd my guilt away, 
 Let me enjoy fo much of God, 
 That I may never ft ray. 
 
 2 Let Jefus all my life controul, 
 
 To bid faife loves adieu ; 
 IjQt him alone polfefs my foul. 
 
 And ev'ry foe fubdue. 
 
2$ 4 ' H Y M N S. B. IV. 
 
 3 Now and forever I'll be thine, 
 
 And thou my only joy, 
 And foon I'll red in realms divine, 
 
 Where nothing can annoy. 
 
 HYMN LXXXIII. Long Metre. 
 De firing to walk, daily with Chrijl. 
 i/^OME Prince of Peace my foes deftroy ; 
 \*^> And fill my heart with facred joy ; 
 Soon as I feel thy dying love, 
 It makes my greatefl trials move. 
 
 2 There's none but the« can make mel-Ieftj 
 In thee my foul would live and reft ; 
 2$ut O I fear this treach'rous heart 
 Will often caufe me tocefert. 
 
 3 O could I with my Jefus walk, 
 With Jefus live, with "Jefus talk, 
 And ev'ry hour my Jefus fee, 
 A happy mortal I fhould be. 
 
 4 Then by his grace where e'er I wen?. 
 My life and days fhould all be fpent 
 Unbounded goodnefs to proclaim, 
 And give the glory to the Lamb. 
 
 •HYMN LXXXIV. .Long Metre, 
 
 Groaning for liberty from joes within., 
 3/^V HOW I feel thefe foes within! 
 
 \^ This darknefs, thefe remains of fin, 
 They haunt my foul where'er I go, 
 And make me wad? through fee net of woa f 
 
B.IV, K Y M K £, 
 
 2 O Jefus rife and fet me free, 
 And fight the battle Lord for me. 
 That I may rove no more from God, 
 Long as this earth is my abode. 
 
 3 I'm.griev'd to think how much I rove 
 From thee my father, life, and love, 
 And fince thy grace fo much I've knows* 
 O let me live to thee alone. 
 
 4 Why fhould I wane my hours in vain. 
 And load myfeif with guilt and pain ? 
 
 If Jefus is a friend to me 
 Why may I not with Jefus be ? 
 
 5 Since he is all, O let me know 
 No other love while here below ; 
 Then let me climb Jo realms above, 
 ■Where I fhall folace in his love. 
 
 HYMN LXXXV, -Long Metre, 
 Between hope and fear. 
 
 3'JCVHEW me G God, how itands the cafe 
 *l*3 Between the Saviour and my heart 
 If I had known thy faving grace. 
 How could my foul fo far defert ? 
 
 2 'Tis true I once thought I believ'd, j 
 And had a crumb of living bread ; 
 
 But if my foul was net deceiv'd, 
 Why is my hopes and comforts fled ? 
 
 „g If Jefus had redeem'd my foul, 
 And I had known that he was nnnej 
 B b 
 
B$4 H Y M N $ t E. IV 
 
 How could this world fo foon have ilolc 
 My heart away from joys divine ? 
 
 4 I've feer) (he time I did rejoice, 
 And ihought I felt. a heav'nly flame j 
 
 But if that was the Saviour's voice, 
 Kow couli I get this il-upid frame ? , 
 
 5 If I have the Redeemer known, 
 
 may the truth now fet me free, 
 And if -he is my help alone 
 
 1 cannot reft till him I fee. 
 
 HYMN LXXXVI. Common Mare, 
 
 On unbelief, 
 ij TMNUMBER'D fruls by unbelief, 
 
 \,J Have funk themfeives in he!!, 
 And faints by it endure more grief 
 
 Than mortal tongue can tell. 
 
 2 When to my 'door the Savioar's come_, 
 
 And oilers rne his" love. 
 This «nbe lief won't give him room, 
 
 X' c r fu fi e r m e t o mo v e . 
 
 Lord break thefe bars anJ fet me free: 
 FrO'T» ihefe tormenting chains, 
 Then (hall my foul my Jefus fee, 
 And lofe my guilt and -pains. 
 HYMN LXXXV1I. : Common Metre. 
 
 On death. 
 
 ons death has made, 
 
 iT /I THAT devaluation; 
 VV By his refiili, f : 
 
B.IV. K"Y M N & 2$j 
 
 Whole bnds in defolaticn's laid., 
 And fiili his jaws devour. 
 
 1 Proud mortals' may in vain contend. 
 With his all-conq'ring rage ; 
 
 And thus he rides till time fhali end, k 
 
 Through all this mortal- fiage. 
 
 3 Great is his fway, and great his rage., 
 O'er all the fea and land j 
 
 The infant and declining age 
 Are crum'd beneath his hand/ 
 
 4 Yet bleffed be v eternal love, 
 There's life beyond his pow'r ! 
 
 And v.*e may hide our fouls above, 
 Where he cannot devour. 
 
 5 Secure our fouls O hletTed King 3 
 In everiafiing peace ; 
 
 That we the Victor's fong -may 'fing, 
 When this poor life (hall ceafe 8 
 
 HY'Mft LXXXVIII.' Common 'Metre. 
 
 The ckrifiian mourning the alfoicc of his kdjvcd, 
 
 i T TOW dark and gloomy is the t;ight, 
 
 JLjL-' When I in dar-knefs- mourn ! 
 X gncve without my chief delight. 
 Until hrs iove return, 
 
 2 I wander like fome mourning one, 
 Forfaken of his friend ; 
 
 And nothing but my friend alone 1 , 
 Can make my farrows end. 
 
ig a H Y iVI N S. if. i • . 
 
 3 Some tirnej I think my friend is nigh, 
 And then my fears are gone ; 
 
 But ah ! how foon he paflesby, 
 And all ray doubts return. 
 
 4 O coulo I meet my friend again, 
 I'd tell him all my woe, 
 
 Nor would he leave my foul in pain 
 A prey to ev'y foe. 
 
 •;.. Hafte happy moment when he'll come 
 
 To give my foul relief, 
 And call me to my happy home 
 From a'l ihefe feas of grief. 
 
 HYMN LXXXIX. Long Metre, 
 Thefame. 
 
 1 A MON'G ten thoufand hateful foes 
 Jr\. My doubting foul finds no repofe, 
 
 Wand'ring and mourning, wild I rove 
 In fearch but cannot find my love. 
 
 2 Dark and di fire fling is the night, 
 The morning brings my foul no light ; 
 The fun that lights the world fo well 
 Does not my gloomy (hades expel. 
 
 3 My food's unpleafant to my tafte^ 
 My couch affords my foul no reft, 
 Nor c?n my wounded heart rejoice 
 Until 1 hear my Saviour's voice. 
 
 4 My nearefl friends no comforts prove 
 Wuh all their ftrongeft ties of love ; 
 But one fwcet look O Lord from theej 
 
 Sets me from all my forrows free, 
 
El'-IW HYMNS, 299 
 
 5 O when "wilt thou my friend appear, 
 Thy love alone cafb out my fear ; 
 Lord break thefe chains of unbelief, - 
 And give my doubting foul relief. 
 
 6 Thy hand ofiove, O God, employ, 
 And tucn thefe : mourning hours to joy. 
 Once more let me behold thy face 
 And triumph iri redeeming grace. 
 
 HYMN X€. • Common Metre; 
 
 The chrijlianr changing frames. 
 iQTRANGE that a foul that ever knew 
 
 L3 The blcfl Redeemer's love, 
 Should ever earthly joys purfuej 
 And for a ftvadow rove ! 
 
 £ Some times when I enjoy his love/ 
 
 And tafic his heavily charms, 
 1 think I never more (halt rove 
 
 From my Redeemer's arms. 
 
 3 But ah ! how foon fame glitt'ring toy; 
 Strangely allures my heart ! 
 
 1 leave my heav'n my only joy, 
 And from ray Lord defert. 
 
 4 Then wand'ring in a wiidernefs, 
 1 mourn my abfent friend ; 
 
 Through fcenes of dark nefs and diflrefsj 5 *- 
 And all my comforts end. 
 
 5..O then 1 think if e'er I fee 
 My hsav'nly friend again, 
 B b 2 
 
3oo H Y U N S. ft IV. 
 
 1 never would fo vainly flee 
 From him for toys (o vain,. 
 
 6 I promife if he will return, 
 I wouid dcfert no more ; 
 
 But when he does I foon am gone 
 As vainly as before. 
 
 7 Good Lord forgive my follies pany 
 And lead me by thy hand, 
 
 And bring me when I drop my duft 
 Unto the heav'nly, land. 
 
 HYMN XCI. Long Metre. 
 
 The backjlider. 
 
 i fT\. HOW ungrateful have I been 
 
 V_X Since I have known the Saviour's love 3 
 To follow earthly charms again, 
 And to my friend a traitor prove. 
 
 2 How could I leave that heav'nly friend 
 Who gave his precious life for me ! 
 
 And O how foon my pleafurcs end 
 When from his bieffed arms I flee. 
 
 3 He heai'd my wounds, and calra'd my fear^ 
 And fed me with redeeming grace ; 
 
 And did rny .aVooping fpirit cheer, 
 Yet I forfook his fmiljng face. 
 
 4 Unhappy day I left my Cod, 
 
 In ^ueft of earth's alluring toys, 
 Set's We^ ^ blind* ungodly trod 
 
 a norig their beiftly joys. 
 
B. IV. H Y M N S. 3©!. 
 
 5 Forgive my fins O God of grace, 
 
 And let me rove from thee no more ; 
 O let me fee (hy fmiling face 
 Until I reach th' immortal more. 
 
 HYMN XCII. Common Metre. 
 During to walk with end enjoy Chrijl* 
 l/\ THAT my foul might always be 
 
 \+*& Kept near my Saviour's feet j 
 His love engage my heart to See 
 From earth's amufing cheat ; 
 
 2 O might I feaft on food divine^ 
 And love infpire my heart 
 
 To have no will, O £od but thine 3 
 Nor from thy ways defert. 
 
 3 Kow can J bear fp far to rove 
 From thee as J have done J 
 
 How can I bear to lofe thy love. 
 And grieve, without the fun ! 
 
 4 O. keep me, keep me, blefTed God* 
 
 Within thy heavenly arms, 
 
 And let me never rove abroad; 
 
 In quell of earthly charms, 
 
 5 Thy love, O God, is all in all 5 
 O let my foul receive 
 
 The crumbs that from thy table iall 3 
 And all my wants relieve. 
 
 6 Methinksj G God* lis all I. want 
 To live upon thy word ; 
 
 With warm defires my. foul doth pant. 
 For to enjoy my God. 
 
HYMN XCIII. Long Metre. 
 The mourning fjul panting after Chrijl, 
 
 1 Q \Y blefTed God where (hill I go 
 k~J To feel thy love and find relief, 
 
 lroni long and tedious nights of svoe, 
 Ffoii darknefs, guilt and unbelief! 
 
 2 If I O God. am born to thee, 
 
 1 hen let me live upon thy grace ; 
 Where e'er I go O let me be' 
 
 Blefl vvi:h the failings of thy face* 
 
 3 But vet, O Gbd, too oft I rove 
 For but fome poor deceitful charm, 
 
 Then lofe the relith of thy Jove, 
 And wallow in a ftupid frame, 
 
 4 And muft I fiifl a mourner go 
 So much bewilder'd in diftrefs? 
 
 When (hall I feel, when (hall I know -*■ 
 Jefus the Lord my righteoufnefs ? 
 
 5 Lord {Wit my troubles ever end ? 
 When {hall I f^e the happy day • 
 
 When (hou wilt be'my only friend, 
 And v;ipe t,hcfe tears of grief awap. - 
 HYMN • XCIY. Common Metre. 
 On exile. . 
 2 TjJWR fro rrr-my fat he i's houfe I rove ; 
 jj In exile paths I tread ; 
 
 1 ar from my JeGis and my Ioye, 
 
 In regions of the dead. 
 
 2 O where's that friend I once enjoy'd, 
 Whofc love oft cheer'd my hea»t P 
 
B.1V. . JTY M'N S. gftj 
 
 Why are my comforts all deftroy'd ? 
 Why did my Lord defert ? 
 
 3 Or was It I that left my God ? 
 How could I leave him fo ? 
 
 O wretch to "v/cnder thus abroad 
 And plunge myfelf in woe ! 
 
 4 My hufoand he is frill the fame, 
 And bears me on his heart, 
 
 Nor wilt he ever fofe my name, 
 Alt'ho' I thus defert. 
 
 5 But O I frill in exile rove ! 
 Nor can I happy be 
 
 Until I daettjoy my love ; 
 My ; friend when (hail I fee ? 
 
 6 O mull I wade in forrow ftill ! 
 My, God what {hall I do ? 
 
 Ogive my foul but one iweet fmile, 
 And my loft joys renew, 
 
 f Sometimes I think my Jefus nigh, 
 
 O how it lifts my heart ! 
 But ah ! too foon he paffes by, 
 
 My rifing joys depart, 
 
 3 O come, my diftant hufoand come, 
 
 Norlet thy love delay ; 
 O bring ihe mourning - wand'rer home 
 And wipe my tears aw*ay. 
 
 HYMN XCV. Common Metre, 
 The fame. 
 * gyk GOD my broken groans attend, 
 \*r And come for my relief; 
 
S o 4 ;, HYMNS. N b/ivv 
 
 Make known thyfelf to me my friend,- 
 And banifn all my grief. 
 
 2 Loaden'd with death I mourning go, 
 And pride within me reigis ; 
 
 Bound down with darknefs guilt and woe^ - 
 With unbelief the chains. 
 
 3 Sometimes X-'-ve thought I found relief 
 From my diftrefs and pain ; 
 
 My foul enjoy 'd -a heav'nly peace, 
 My hopes reviv'd again. 
 
 4 But ah ! too fooh xv.j doubts return, 
 And clouds begin to rife ; 
 
 My glimm'ring fparks of joy are gcr.e, 
 And all my comforts dies ; 
 
 5 My foul then in a reftiefs frame t 
 Cries out I've been deceived, 
 
 I fear I never knew the Lamb, . 
 Korfdvin^ly bdw/d. 
 
 6 Thus vex'd with darknefs, doubts and feari^ 
 
 In exile paths I rove \ 
 God knows I find no pleafure here, 
 Yet don't enjoy his love. 
 
 HYMNXCVI. Common Metre. 
 
 The /ami. 
 
 £^2TpW long and tedious is the night 
 
 jbJL' When abfenl from my love ! 
 Wnen I enjoy no heav'nly ligh; 
 Howdifmal my jabbdc ! ■ 
 
 
3/ IV. . H Y M N S. ^05 
 
 2 Not earth with, all her richeft joys 
 Can fatisfy my mind ; 
 
 ■All creature comforts sre. but toys 
 Till I my Jefus find. 
 
 3 O.when dear Saviour Siall I fee 
 Thy bleffed face again ? 
 
 Nothing but thee, nothing but thee 
 O Odd can eafe.my .pain. 
 
 4 O let me know that thou art-mine^ 
 Then -with a cheerful voice 
 
 1 will proclaim that I am thine, 
 
 And all ray foul rejoice. 
 
 HYMN XCVII. Common Metre. 
 Defirirrg a kumble feat at the feet of Chrifi, 
 >-^\ GOD inflame my foul with love, 
 
 \^P To thine adored name % 
 Give me the nature cf thedove, 
 And meeknefs of-the Lamb. 
 
 2 O God, among the humble throng. 
 My panting foul would be ; 
 
 My love fhoold be my only fong, 
 And I would walk with thee. 
 
 3 This earth with all her charming fweet 
 Is but an empty toy ! 
 
 But O one moment at thy feet 
 Is mod, fubftantial joy! 
 
 4 There let me have my long abode ? 
 And feel thv, heaven!/ flame ; 
 
 .Then will I- boaft of Chrift my Gdd 3 
 And laud his preckws- name, 
 
80S II Y M N -S. B.IV 
 
 5 O bleffed, blefTed Jefus fay, 
 And foall my portion be 
 iln realms of everlafting day, 
 Wrap'd up in love with thee. 
 
 HYMN XCVIII. Short Metre. 
 The chriflian in dijlrefs by leaving Ct.rif:^ 
 3/j^\XCE did my foul rejoice, 
 
 \^f And knew the-Lord was mine ; 
 With joy I heard his charming voice } 
 Say "/inner I cm thine." 
 
 2. But ah ! when once I turn'd 
 
 From my Redeemer's face, 
 My foul in a wild defert mcurn'dj 
 
 Without his cheering grace. 
 
 3 O what a fool was I 
 
 To leave my .only friend ! 
 
 When I defert my comforts dic 5 
 
 And ail my pleafurcs end. 
 
 4 Thus mourning in diftrefs, 
 1 foend mv weary days, 
 
 Wading without one. moment's reft 3 
 In folitary ways. 
 
 5 O come my heav'nly friend, 
 And make thefe bars remove ; 
 
 My fiorms of grief will never end. 
 Til! I enjoy thy love. 
 
 6 Then will I fit and f:ng 
 The wonders of thy love, 
 
 Till I mould ftrike th' immortal firing, 
 In the Llefl realms above, 
 
B. IV. HYMNS. 307 
 
 HYMN XCIX. Common Metre. 
 Defiring nothing but Chrijl, 
 ijT*\ GIVE me nothing but that Lamb 
 
 \^P That bled and died for me *, 
 His name fhall be my conftant theme, 
 And he my portion be. 
 
 2 Had I ten thoufand lives to give, 
 I'd give them all away, 
 
 That I might with my Jefus live, 
 In one eternal day. 
 
 3 He ..dies for fouls as vile as me, 
 Then I may {hare his grace ; 
 
 1 muft with this dear Jefus be 
 
 Among the heav'n-born race. 
 
 4 Appear my blefied friend appear^ 
 And (hew thyfelf to me ; 
 
 O let me find thy prefence near, 
 And live alone to thee. 
 
 5 O let me have ray humble place, 
 Where I may praife thy name ; 
 
 There let me reign through boundlefs grace, 
 In everlailing fame, 
 
 H Y M N C. Common Metre. 
 The pilgrim 'sfong, 
 l^WTOW pilgrims let us go in peace, 
 
 i^| While through this world we rove 3 
 'Tiii ail thefe parting moments ceafe, 
 And we mail meet above. 
 
 2 Tho' trials here our fouls anncy* 
 
 And foe* befet the road, C 3 
 
3o8 HYMNS. B. IV- 
 
 We're haft'ning to eternal joy, 
 Where we (hall reft with God. 
 
 3 Let us rejoice in God our King, 
 While pilgrims here we rove, 
 
 And join with heart and voice to ling, 
 The wonders of his love. 
 
 4 Soon we (hall reach the heav'nly lands, 
 And tread the peaceful fhore ; 
 
 And we unite the glorious band, 
 Cur jefus to adore. 
 
 5 O the tranfporting fcenes of blifs, 
 Our fouls (hall then injoy I 
 
 For if we be where Jefus is, 
 There's nothing can annoy. 
 
 END OF THE FOURTH BOOK, 
 
HYMNS, 
 
 AND 
 
 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 
 BOOK V. 
 
 Confuting ckiejly of infinite wonders, tranfpcrt 
 ing views and chrijlian triumphs. 
 
 HYMN I. Long Metre. 
 
 The ckrijlian's wander and joy. 
 
 lTT "ML ye dark tenants of the earth, 
 
 JL JL Hear the glad news thy Saviour's birth 
 Jehovah breaks thy (hades of night, 
 Brings immortality to light, 
 
 2 A God defcends, becomes a mm, 
 My Cod an infant of a fpan ! 
 What, the Eternal bear tny woe ! 
 My foul ! and can he fioop fo low ? 
 
 3 Steal pleafing fcene into my heart, 
 And ravifli ev'ry pow'r of thought J 
 O let me leave created good, 
 
 And nothing know but Chrift my God. 
 
 4 O bear my panting foul away 
 To realms of everlafting day, 
 There, there with rapture (hall I gaze 
 On God in his meridian blaze. 
 
3«o HYMN S, B. V a 
 
 5 Good God and are fuch glories mine ; 
 Yes, Lord I feel the life divine, 
 But would enjoy the perfect fcene 
 Without one patting fliade between. 
 
 HYiMN II. Particular Metre. 
 
 The chrijlian's triumph over death. 
 1 y^ /FOUNT my foul on wings triumphant, 
 
 JLVA Jefus bids thee dauntlefs rife ' r 
 One fweet ray of life immortal 
 Conquers death aod never dies : 
 
 my Jefus, O my Jefus, 
 Bear my foul above the Qx.'\es> 
 
 a Let me feel the pleafing rapture, 
 Riling in immortal birth : 
 
 1 Ehall have no grave to enter, 
 
 Never feel expiring breath ; 
 Life eternal, life eternal, 
 
 Swallows up the grave and death, 
 
 3 Fear and grief, an empty flory, 
 "While 1 feel that Jefus reigns ; 
 
 Raptures of immortal g-ory, 
 
 Lofes ail the fenfe of pains ; 
 Draw the curtain, draw the curtain, 
 
 Let me tread the blifsful plains. 
 
 4 While in time my foul doth entery 
 Realms of evcrlafting day ; 
 
 Thus to God, my life I'd centre 
 
 Till my foul was dole away ; 
 Live forever, live forever, 
 
 In my foul, O God my flay. 
 
B.V. K Y M N S. 8U 
 
 5 O pleaHng fcene ! I can but wouder, 
 
 While I on Jehovah gaze ; 
 And I, O thought ! partake the fplendor 
 
 Of his moft meridian blaze ; 
 Loft hi glory, iofl in glory, 
 
 forever join angelic lays. 
 
 HYMN III. Long Metre, 
 
 A look zoithin the veil jinks created good. 
 l^TT^&LL me no more of earthly friends, 
 
 JL Their comforts fail, their frienclfhip ends ; 
 And fink ye vain created joys 
 I've weigh'd and found you empty toys, 
 
 2 But in the Lord I've life divine j 
 Where glories in meridian mine j 
 Love is his nature and his name 
 
 A friend of everiafiing fame. 
 
 3 Tho' florins arife and foes invade, | 
 I am fecure beneath his aid : 
 
 Id death itfeif I fet and fing, 
 
 Ah grave and death where is thy fling ? 
 
 4 My conq'ring king bears me away 
 To realms of everlafting day ; 
 There is my life and 'here my home, 
 Where fin and death can never come> 
 
 5 I leel, O God my portion there, 
 My foul doth now with angeis (hare j 
 But would like them be wholly free 
 From sv'ry iover Lord but thee, 
 
 G C 2 
 
C ,13 HYMNS. B. V. 
 
 HYMN IV. long Metre. 
 
 God and the converted foul infeparably one, 
 
 j j^T OT crowns, nor worids, O God, I crave, 
 
 .i/ll But thee I want, and ihee muft have j 
 One with thyfelf O let me be. 
 Forever ravilh'd Lord with thee. 
 
 2 Bat dare I lift a thought fo high 
 To the great God prefume fo nigh ? 
 Ah ! fuch the nature of my God 
 Tis his delight to do me good. 
 
 3 He loves to give the weary reft, 
 And make the worft of finners blefy 
 From the detefted jaws of hell 
 JBnngs all that wifh with him to dwell* 
 
 4 O what a pleafing thought is this, 
 Rebels enjoy confummate blifs ! 
 And th s rs mine ; O let me rife 
 Where perfeel pleafure never dies. 
 
 5 Let earth and hell with rage confpire 
 To quench this fpark of heav'nly fire ; 
 It conquers ali nor feels the pains, 
 
 Ii lives w! ie the Jehovah reigns. 
 
 HYMN V. .Long Metre. 
 The only kappy. 
 j 4^1 HAPPY fouls alive to God ' 
 
 \J Who walk the path that Jefus (rod ! 
 Tho r florms of foes befet their way, 
 They're fafe, for Jefus is their {lay. 
 
 £ Let crowns revolve and kingdoms ceafe 
 They £1 ill enjoy their realms of peace ; 
 
B. V, H Y M M S. $t* 
 
 And when thefe worlds fball ceafe to move 
 They but awake in perfect love. 
 
 3 O what a glorious prize have they ; 
 Their home in everlafting day ; 
 Their God to them, himfelf hath giv'n r 
 The fource of all the joys in heav'n. 
 
 4 Mount then ye heirs of perfect bhfs, 
 Love not fo mean a world as this, 
 And bid falfe lovers all adieu, 
 
 For God hath give himfelf to you. 
 
 HYMN VI. Long Metre. 
 The chrijlian in triumph. 
 i A WAKE my heart rejoice and fing r 
 JTjL God is thy Saviour and thy king f 
 Soar to the peaceful realms above, 
 And view the boundlefs fea of love. 
 
 2 There is thy portion, there thy home ? 
 And Jefus bids the cheerful come ; 
 Defy thy foes, furmount thy fears, 
 
 For heav'n's immortal day appears. 
 
 3 Well let the curtain draw away 
 And open everlafting day ; 
 
 There Jefus doth in grandeur fiiine ? 
 And O ! I feel that he. is mine. 
 
 4 Good Lord, and are thofe joys for me ? 
 And am I, am I one with thee ? 
 
 Yea Lord I tafte the living wine, 
 And hear thee whifper, thou art mine. 
 
 5 O tell eternal ages tell, 
 
 What wonders doth in Jefus dwell ; 
 
3*4 HYMN S. B. V, 
 
 1 feel and foon {hall foar away. 
 To realms of everlafting day. 
 
 HYMN VII. lcr>g Metre. 
 
 The /oaring mind. 
 
 iT^^-EAK facred morn with beams of iighr ? 
 
 JL3 And from my foul expel the night, 
 And fweedy deal my heart away 
 With raptures of immortal day. 
 
 2 I feel a mind that fain would foar 
 Tzr. far beyond this mortal {hore, 
 Nor earth, nor hell {hall e'er confine, 
 "While I am bleft with wings divine. 
 
 3 Come then, O thou immortal dove. 
 And bear me to the realms above, 
 There I might foar and ilill find room, 
 And make the fea of love my home. 
 
 4 There (hall I find my joys complete, 
 Thefe little worlds beneath my feet, 
 While thought remains I ilill fiiall be, 
 Loft in my God that boundlefs fea. 
 
 HYMN VIII. Common Metre. 
 Death unjiung, 
 iTV /J*Y foul furmounts the rage of death, 
 
 JlVA And triumphs o'er the grave ; 
 Wrapi up in life I lofc my breath, 
 While God a friend I have. 
 
 2 Immortal joys began below, 
 
 In Jefos I enjoy, 
 Manfions of life my foul doih knov:, 
 
 Where deaih cannot annoy. 
 
B. V. HYMN S. 31$ 
 
 g O could I ufc ten fhoufand tongues, 
 
 Inflam'd with love divine, 
 With joy I'd raife ten thoufand fcngs, 
 
 To praife this Chrift of mine. 
 
 4 He's got my life, he's got my heart, 
 And gives himfelf to me, 
 
 Kor from his bofom {hall I part, 
 Where he is I mall be. 
 
 5 O God and mail I with thee dwell, 
 And drink of joys divine, 
 
 Brought from the jaws of death and hell, 
 To be an heir of chine. 
 
 6 Let heav'nly armies with furprife, 
 Stand gazing and adore, 
 
 To hear that God the Saviour dies, 
 That I might die no more. 
 
 HYMN IX. Long Metre. 
 The chrifiian longing to get home. 
 
 1 jT\ COULD I mount above the fkies, 
 \*^r And foar where pleafure never diesj. 
 
 I'd (hare with all the hofts above, 
 In fcenes and fongs of facred love„ 
 
 2 In realms of uncreated day, 
 With all my forrows wip'd away, 
 And face to face behold that God 
 Who wafii'd me here in his own blood, 
 
 3 Say heav'nly father ffiall I come, 
 And enter now my happy home, 
 To live wuhin that peaceful more, 
 Where X cat} lofe aw charms no more,, 
 
3 i6 HYMNS. B*V, 
 
 6 Ah ! fweet, immortal realms of peace, 
 Where hallelujahs never ceafe, 
 And Jefus the immortal Dove, 
 Fires all the glorious hofts above. 
 
 HYMN X. Short Metre. 
 Chrift's kingdom in the chriftian's heart* 
 % A LL hail, thou Prince of Peate ! 
 
 jLjL I feel thy coming nigh, 
 Nor ever (hall thy kingdom ceafe ? 
 Thy fons (hall never die. 
 
 2 My bofom Lord dived 
 Or every pow'r bat thine, 
 
 And reign forever in my breaft 
 A kingdom all divine. 
 
 3 ^ j°)' s of ancient date ! 
 A life that never dies, 
 
 And I poflefs a crown fo great, 
 With pleafure and furprife. 
 
 HYMN IX. Common Metre. 
 To the travelling chrijiians. 
 iT> EJOICE ye lovers'of the Lord, 
 
 _£v. Ana bid your fears adieu, 
 Let all your ways his grace record-, 
 While Jefus you pursue. 
 
 2 With joy you left the flavifh ground. 
 And faw your foes deftroy'd, 
 
 The paths of life your fouls have found, 
 And heav'nly peace cnjoy'd. 
 
 3 Go on, and fing your journey through r 
 for Jefus leads your band, 
 
S. V. HYMNS, 3 vj 
 
 Till mortal climes you bid adieu. 
 And wake at his right hand. 
 
 4 There yo u fiiali find confummate blifsj. 
 And ev'ry dorm blown o'er, 
 
 For ye (hall be where Jefus is, 
 
 And what would you have more ? 
 
 5 O God my foul would join the band, 
 While I this defert rove, 
 
 And with them in thofe manfions land, 
 In everlafting love. 
 
 HYMN XII. Common Metre. 
 The fame. 
 lQlNG cm ye pilgrims, oound toheav'fy 
 
 k5 Jehovah is your friend, 
 Immortal crowns to you are giv'n, 
 And foon your forrows end. 
 
 2 On earth you've tafted joys divine, 
 And fjund immortal love, 
 
 And foon (hall in full glory {hine 
 Among the faints above. 
 
 3 There far from all the (hades of night 
 Your raprur'd fouls fiiali foar, 
 
 Balking in everlafting light, 
 While Jefus you adore. 
 
 4 All hallelujahs to -the Lamb, 
 Who lives forever blefl, 
 
 Wholov'd and call'd bis children home 
 To everlafting reft ! 
 
 5 " Amen ! amen !" the angels fing \ 
 " Amen J" the faints reply ; 
 
■3t« H Y M N S. B. 
 
 " Amen ! all glory to the King/' 
 Let praifes never die. 
 
 HYMN XIII. Short Metre, 
 Defiring no life nor joys but Chrift* 
 lV^\ JESUS with thy charms 
 ~\*jr Allure my heart away., 
 To reft within thy facred arms 
 In peaceful realms of day. 
 
 2 Stir up the pow'rs within, 
 Inflame my breaft with love ; 
 
 conquer all the pow'rs offin, 
 And bid my foes remoye. 
 
 3 Large draughts of life divine, 
 I would enjoy below ; 
 
 No life, no joys, no love but thine, 
 
 let me ever know. 
 
 HYMN XIV. Short Metre, 
 Heaven on earth, 
 'LL lift my foul on high, 
 
 And found my Saviour's fame J 
 He's all I want, and he is nigh, 
 
 1 feel his facred flame. 
 
 2 Nor can I happy be 
 
 But when I fee thy face ; 
 For Jefus is no Chnft to me 
 Uniefs I feel his grace. 
 
 3 No diftant God I know, 
 Or future heav'n can truft ; 
 
 1 want my heav'n be<uin below ; 
 
 I want a prefent Chrift. 
 
B. V. 'HYMKS, g : i$ 
 
 4 Thou art the fea of blifs, 
 For which I do afpire ; 
 
 And when I am where Jefus is 
 Tis all that I defire. 
 
 5 O Jefus rule my heart ; 
 With that immortalflame ; 
 
 With worlds and kingdoms would I part. 
 To reign with Chrift the Lamb. 
 
 HYMN XV. Long Metre. 
 Panting for the pure realms of immortality » 
 l'/^\ LET me breathe in realms divine 9 
 '\J And feel angelic glories mine ;' 
 Where feraphs glow I fain -would be, 
 From death and thefe dark regions fiee* 
 
 2 Thou father of immortal day- 
 Come bear, O bear ray foul away ; 
 There would I with pure fpirits glo^r, 
 And there before my Jefus bow. 
 
 3 O rapturous fcenesl think how they foar 
 While they their great I AM adore ; 
 
 -His glories in meridian blaze, 
 Wh;le they with wonder love and gaze^, 
 
 4 Could I furmount thofe (hades of nigbt 9 
 
 Soon would I reach thefe climes of light ; 
 
 With that bright hoft Jehovah view, 
 
 And fhare in all their "lories too. 
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 5 The thought aw-akes my lab'ring heart, 
 And longs with all thefe worlds to part > 
 And while I thirit methinks I feel 
 
 The life, and pant for glory -ft ill, D cj 
 
jpb H Y M N S. £< V/ 
 
 RYMN XVI. SAor* Metre. 
 Heaven not promifed but pojfejfed. 
 iT F God fo lov'd our race, 
 
 JL To give his oniy (on, 
 Lord let me feel that boundlefs grace. 
 And know the gift my own. 
 
 2 It's not a keav'n to come 
 My foul can fatisfy ; 
 
 Nor can I>find myfeif at hom4 
 But with, my Jefus nigh. 
 
 3 O God thy heavens bow, 
 Thefe parting walls remove, 
 
 Let me begin my glory now, 
 And here enjoy thy love. 
 
 4 Shine O thou morning fiar. 
 And bring celefi ial day ; 
 
 Far from my foe!, O Jefus, f^r 
 Expel thefq clouds away. 
 
 5 Scenes of immortal joy 
 Is all my foils defne ; 
 
 Sweet raptures ev'ry pow'r employ, 
 And join fcraph;c lire, 
 
 HYMN XVII.' Short Metre. 
 Triumph in Gcd. 
 i "7k yTOUXT up my fou! and fing, 
 
 IVX That love that bled fo free ; 
 O love that caus'd th* immortal King 
 To Meed and die for me ! 
 
 2 Lord God how great thy love ! 
 Thy felf an enfiga hung, 
 
B. V, H' Y M'N S= 3** 
 
 To call us to 1 the realms above, 
 And fihall it be unfung ?' 
 
 3 O for thy facred fire 
 
 To raife immortal drains ! 
 The fons of God fhould ftrike the lire 
 Of the celeftial plains. 
 
 4 My ravifn'd foul would foar 
 To manfions fo divine, 
 
 And fail around the peaceful flrofe. 
 With all the glories mine. 
 
 HYMN XVIII. Common Metre. 
 
 Invincible arguments of the reafonablsnefs' and 
 nscejjity of- every foul knowing of God, artd 
 what their future fate zvillhe now. 
 
 1 A . GOD omnipotent I own, 
 J£~2>. Eternal things allow ; 
 
 But what of God have I e'er known ? 
 Or how's my landing- now ? 
 
 2 I fay that Chrift for finners died, 
 And that a tru th may he ; 
 
 But if not to my foul apply 'd 
 'Tis not a truth -to me. 
 
 3 :I fay he -gives his people reft/ 
 
 And gives ihem life divine ; 
 
 But if (bis life I ne'er poffefs, 
 
 How is this ble.fling mine ?' 
 
 4 I talk of everlafting.death, 
 And thoufands in defpair, 
 
 And do not know but the next breath, 
 I- die and enter there. 
 
£2| Jrl X M IN b. £. 
 
 5 Saints I believe with God will dw©-Il 
 
 In everlafiing blifs ; 
 But is it mine P or can I tell, 
 
 That I am Jure of this ? 
 
 J Or if in time irs all unknown. 
 
 Where we at death fhail go, 
 Then I may the next breath begone 
 
 To everlaihng woe. 
 
 7 How then can earthly charm-; allure 
 My mind whiie here I dwell, 
 
 . hen ev'ry breath I am not Cure 
 But I'm the next in bell ? 
 
 8 Why all the toil for faered things, 
 Or revelations giv'n. 
 
 * a : no real knowledge brings, 
 N T or makes us fure of heav'n ? 
 
 C; Some point me here, and ethers there ? 
 
 And fome fay all is well ; 
 But I dare truft my foul no more 
 
 On ail they do or tell. 
 
 io If I am bound to blifs or woe, 
 
 And (land for trial here, 
 Then for myfelf I ought to know., 
 
 Where I fhall fcon appear, 
 
 l l If none hut God can mercy {hew, 
 
 Xfor give me life divine, 
 Then from this God I ought to know, 
 
 That life and heav'n is mine, 
 Sure iafe.iflfat firft my being gave, 
 
 Can witness who he is ;. 
 
B. V. H Y M N S. £s 
 
 And hs that dy'd my foul to fave, 
 Can tell me I am his* 
 
 13 Then let it be G God impreft'd; 
 
 From thee by pow'rs divine, 
 On all my foul that I am biefr, 
 
 And am forever thine 
 
 HYMN XIX. Long Metre.. 
 
 Chriji really known to every converted foul, 
 3/^ EASE, ceafe, ye foes of God* to tell 
 
 \^ " No knowledge here of heav'n or AaV," 
 God's fpirit here is freely giv J ri 
 
 And faints on earth are fure ofheav'n B 
 
 2 We know faiih John, we are of God, 
 And all the world in fin doth lie ; 
 
 Our fouls have felt th' eternal word, 
 And know that we fhall never die. 
 
 3 We drink from heav'n the living wine 5 
 While wand'ring here below, 
 
 Co-nverfe with God on themes divine, 
 Which fmners cannot know. 
 
 HYMN XX. Common Metre, . 
 The fame. 
 i"TX THAT heav'nty fcenes on eanh, 
 
 VV The cbriftians often view, 
 And feel thernfeives of heav'nly binh 3 
 
 Which fmners never knew ; 
 2 They look within the veil, 
 
 And fee their manfion there ; 
 And when thefe mortal worlds Qjalf fail^ 
 They are Jehovah's care, D d $ 
 
2 O what immortal love, 
 
 To finking fouls is giv'n ! 
 The joy of all the realms above, 
 Fbrjefus is the heav'n. 
 
 HYMN XXI. Long Metre. 
 . Rejoicing in ike crofs of Chrifl. 
 1 "\ /I""*' - embrace the Saviour's c-rofs, 
 
 JLYJL And count all other gains but lofs ; 
 Through loiles, crones, prrief: and pain, 
 Yea lofe thy life and count it ^ain. 
 
 ?. To fliare thy fu fP ring Lord I'm blefr 3 
 And count it more thsn earthly reft, 
 And the approaches of thy name 
 Far more than earth's exaiied fame. 
 
 3 And O rav Crisis are but fmali ! 
 
 1 or Ofilt rr,r captain bears them all 5 - 
 His pow'r fubd ues my greateft foes, 
 i hus I ftffmounf a world of woes. 
 
 4 I.crd God increafe my life divine, 
 I'd know 710 osher life but thine, 
 AM ea>'ihiy- glories I'd adieu, 
 
 The King of glory Til purfue. 
 
 * ~. And O the happy hour fhal! come, 
 When all the pilgrims reach their home I 
 *irid I with the blefl band fhall rife 
 To fliare the everiaOing prize. 
 
 HYMN XXII. Common Metre, 
 Encouraged to follow the faints. 
 
 U\ DAUNTED O my foul go on 
 To the fweet realms cf love, 
 
3.V. HY M'NSv 32 1 
 
 Believe and wear a glorious crown,- 
 With all the hofts above. 
 
 2 Ten thoufand faints hsve landed there, • 
 And bid their fears adieu ; 
 
 And I e'er long with them mall fhare' 
 And be as happy too* 
 
 3 'Twas ChriPi who freely bore them home ' 
 Upon the wings, of love. 
 
 And the fame Chrift I feel is come 
 And draws my heart above. - 
 
 4 The. Lord would gladly have me join 3 
 And with them freely {hare, 
 
 Ghrift is their all, and he is mine, 
 In part my foul is there. 
 
 HYMN -XXIII.. Long Metre, 
 The pilgrims on their way. 
 ;t"T7r7"£ pilgrims Lord implore thy hand ' 
 
 T'V" To iead us through this wretched Ian; 
 And let us often feel thy love, 
 Till we {hall reach the realms above. 
 
 2 We need thy fpirit here below, 
 Where fiorms from the dark regions bfb'Wf* 
 O let us fee thy fmiling face, 
 To cheer us on our chriflian race* 
 
 % We've bid the world'and all adieu, 
 And hand in hand will thee purfue ; 
 Infpire each heart with love divine, 
 To tread thofe footneps Lord of thine, 
 4 We feel fome times a gtimm'ring ray 
 Of thy bright ftin ; immortal day. ; 
 
3*6* H Y M N St B. V? 
 
 Our hearts awake, and long to be 
 In the meridian blaze with thee. 
 
 HYMN XXIV.. Long Metre. 
 
 Panting for thefpirit of God to bear the mini 
 
 azvay, 
 
 1 T> REATHE on my heart O facred Dove 
 JL3 And let me feel immortal love ; 
 
 Infpir'd with one a!!- onq'ring ray, 
 Would bear my cheerful foul away. 
 
 2 With joy I'd ft retch life's aftive firings, 
 To mount on the celeftial wings, 
 And gladly leave thefe difmal coafts 
 To reach and join the heav'nly hofts, 
 
 3 O peaceful reaims ! O happy home ! 
 Where no intruding thought fhall come *, 
 
 let me enter the full fcepie, ', 
 Without a cloud to intervene. 
 
 H YM-.N XXV. Short Metre, , 
 The fame. 
 l| ORD God I pant for thee, 
 ■L j ■ For thou art all my joy ; 
 
 1 feel my chains but would be free, 
 From all that doth annoy. • 
 
 2 All earthly joys I've loft, 
 Nor wifh for pleafures here ; 
 
 I'm like the reftlefs billows tolPd, 
 j Till Jefus dothappear. 
 
 3 And O one look of love, 
 From that immortal king, 
 
 Caufes my greateft fears to move, , 
 u My head toJe?p and fing ! 
 
B. V. H Y M'N S. §* 
 
 4 My kingdom is begun ; 
 I feel the heav'nly reft ; 
 
 Jefus my Lord the field has won^ 
 Tho* but in part poffefs'd, 
 
 5 O then immortal Dove, 
 Lend me thv rapid wings, 
 
 And bear my reftlefs fuul above, 
 To veign with prieHs and king*-, 
 
 6 There where my Jefus is, 
 My foul afpires to be ; 
 
 lad;, O God, no other biifs, - 
 But ever be with thee. 
 
 HYMN XXVI. Long Metre. 
 The chrijlian longing to he nearer his father, 
 ill /TY father mufl I longer be, 
 JlVjL On barren climes fo far from thee,> 
 
 1 feel myfeif a ft ranger here, 
 
 And feek my home but am not near. 
 
 2 If I am thine why mould I rove, 
 So far from thee my only love ! 
 Yea Lord I truft my foul is thine, 
 But O too far from realms divine. 
 
 3 Lord fpeak and bid thefe clouds depart^. 
 Stir up thy kingdom in my heart ; 
 
 And ev'ry hour while here I rove, 
 Let me enjoy eternal love. 
 
 4 Than when my exit Lord is nigh, 
 I'll take my flight but {hail not die \ 
 I dy'd to fin with Chriil before, 
 
 In him I live and die no more 
 
3*f it Y M N' S: tf.Vfc 
 
 HYMN XXVII. Particular Mitts, 
 
 The MeJJiah is come, 
 
 l^'l-THE prince of peace is come, 
 
 JL And cloth'd himfelf in clay £ 
 Whoever finds him room. 
 He'll take their guiit away, 
 Yc fouls diftrefs'd 
 In-him believe. 
 And you (hall live 
 Forever bleft. 
 
 2 This is the flaughter'd Lamb, 
 Who freely fp ills his blood, 
 
 To bear the finner's mame, 
 
 And bring them home to God ; 
 Unbounded grace 
 To f.nners giv'n, 
 And foon in heav'n 
 Immortal blifs. 
 
 3 Sinners receive his love, 
 And let your fouls rejoice, 
 
 A crown of life? above, 
 
 For all thaf hear his voice, 
 O flee from hell ; 
 Enjoy his love ; 
 In realms above 
 
 Forever dwell. 
 
 I 1 
 
 4 O God my foul diveft ■ 
 Of ev'ry pow'r but thine, 
 
 Thy iove (hall make my breaft 
 A. kingdom all divine, 
 
B.V, H Y M N S, jg^| 
 
 When time is o'er 
 O-let me be 
 Wrap'd up in thee 
 Forevermore. 
 HYMN XXVIII. Short Metre, 
 The chrijlian triumphing in Go.d 
 tif^ OD is my only friend, 
 *-\^T My everlafting flay ; 
 Firm will_his love. and friendship fland^ 
 When' Tuns and "ftars decay. 
 
 2 Ah what a friend have I, 
 Through all this vale of tears ! 
 
 o 
 
 And while -he, lives I cannot ; die ; 
 In death my life appears. 
 
 £ O God what can I fay, 
 
 Of fuc-h unbounded love, 
 And (hall I live an eadlefs day 
 
 With thee in realms above 
 
 4 : Jefus all is well, 
 
 Since thou art really mine, 
 ,1 (hall with thee, for ever dwell 
 
 In realms of life divine. 
 
 ; HYMN XXIX. Long Metre. 
 
 TJitfane. 
 .JESUS fhalM everdwell 
 At thy bleli feet ? then all i&wellj 
 There (hall Lfind my realms of peace, 
 Where wars and death for ever ceaie. 
 
 ■2 There is my portion, there my choice, 
 To fee thy face and hear thy voice, 
 
330 HYMNS. B. V, 
 
 And there forever would I fing 
 Sweet anthems to my God and king. 
 
 3 Pleas'd with my feat and my employ, 
 increaGng in immortal joy, 
 
 'Til I all my pow'rs were dole away 
 In raptures of immortal day. 
 
 4 O what a thought ! and {hall I be 
 With God to all eternity ? 
 
 Brought from the jaws of death and hell 
 To perfect blifs with God to dwell. 
 
 HYMN XXX. Common Metre. 
 Boafiing in the crofs of Chrifi. 
 r^X TELL, folid minds your earth purfac 
 : Y V And court your empty toys; 
 
 1 bid your empty fhades adieu, 
 
 And boaft of folid joys. 
 
 2 Swelling with pride ye think it fhame 
 To bear the Saviour's crofs ; 
 
 But I mud glory in his name, 
 And all things elfe. count lofs. 
 
 3 Ye think the ways of God too mean 3 
 For you of earthly fame ; 
 
 But I adore the Nazarene, 
 And glory in his name. 
 
 4 And when the glorious morn (hall rife. 
 Your glory finks to hell, 
 
 •i'll mount with joy above the fkies, 
 
 And in full glory dwell. 
 < What then is all your painted fhoWj 
 
 When hurl'd lo endlefs night ? 
 
B,V. HYMN S. £ 
 
 But I when call'd with joy Chall go 
 To everlafting light, 
 
 6 Thus I will boaH cf Chrifi: my friend. 
 
 Nor court a (hare with you : 
 Your empty pleafures foon will en d, 
 
 But mine is always new. 
 
 HYMN XXXI. 'Short Metre. 
 
 The chrifrians have caufe to rejoice forever* 
 i r 1 ^iS we that may rejoice, 
 
 JL And fing our journey through, 
 We've heard the Saviour's charming voice, 
 
 And bid our foes adieu. 
 
 2 Once we were (laves to fin, 
 But Jefus fet us free, 
 
 In him our life and joys begin, 
 And where he is we'll be, 
 
 3 O what amazing love ! 
 Himfelf to us has giv'n, 
 
 And that is all the joys above, 
 For Chrift is all cur heav'n. 
 
 HYMN XXXII. Long Metre. 
 For the morning. 
 lT" T AIL happy morn I gladly rife. 
 
 JL JL With thee to foar above the fkies I 
 Yvuh jefus I'll begin my race, 
 Run on and fing redeeming grace, 
 
 2 Ail hail a brighter morning near 
 
 "When heav'n's great fun (hall once appear I 
 
 All funs and liars fnall ceafe to "(bine 
 
 But this eternal fun of mine, E e 
 
BS 2 H Y M N S. B. V 
 
 3 Far, far from interpofing night 
 Awake in uncreated light ; 
 Mv raptur'd foal with all the throng 
 Shall join in heav'n's immortal fong. 
 
 HYMN XXXIII. Long 'Metre. 
 For the evening. 
 j/^10ME night and fore ad thy fable wings 
 
 %^/While {lumbers refl thefe mortal firings ; 
 But not in fieep my eyes (hall clofe 
 Till firfi in Chrift I all repofe. 
 
 2 My foul nrfl in thy mantle wrap, 
 Dear Lord and then in deep I drap ; 
 If I awake thy love I tell, 
 
 Or if I die yet all is well. 
 
 3 No I fn all never never die, 
 
 But leave ray clogs and mount on high, 
 To bafc in heav'n's meridian light, 
 Without one nafljng gloom of night. 
 
 HYMN XXXIV. Common Metre. 
 The chrijlian's choice and portion. 
 */~\ LORD my God, thou art my all 
 
 V-^ While on this mortal (hare : 
 And when this earthly houfe {hall fall 
 My portion evermore. 
 
 2 O God I glory in my choice, 
 And make my bead of thee : 
 
 When I can hear and feci thy voice 
 How happy Lord I be ! 
 
 3 Immortal joys to me are giv'n. 
 I driukof hcav'nly wine, 
 
B. V. H Y M H S. 333 
 
 On earth my foul enjoys a heav'n, 
 For Jefus he is mine. 
 
 4 O let me live to thee alone. 
 And feed upon thy love-, 
 
 Till I fhall bow before thy throre, 
 In the fweet realms above ; 
 
 5 Eternal anthems I fhall fing 
 Thro' ail the realms of peace ; 
 
 Amen ! all glory to my king ! 
 His name mail never ceafe, 
 
 HYMN XXXV. Common Metre, 
 The chrijiian froa/ling in Chrift. 
 i y\ WAKE my foul with pieafure frngj 
 
 jCjL For the Redeemer reigns ; 
 I'll ioar with rapture on the wing, 
 And raife immortal flrains. 
 
 2 My God delights to fee me ftrong 
 And claim my feat in heav'n ; 
 
 Free grace alone fhall be my fong, 
 Kis love is freely giv'n. 
 
 3 My jefus loves to chear my voice. 
 And wipe my tears away : 
 
 Ard I fhall yet with him rejoice 
 In everlafting day. 
 
 4 Angels may gaze to fee me there, 
 Brought from the jaws of hell ; 
 
 But I (hall in their glories fhare, 
 And with their Jefus dwell. 
 
 5 They have no worthinefs to boafr, 
 Nor glory but the Lord ; 
 
334 HYMN S. B. V. 
 
 Then furely I msy glory mod 
 For I am his by blood. 
 
 £ He bought me and will claim his due 
 
 From alt the pow'rs of hell ; 
 
 And I will plead the ran Tom too 
 
 And with my mailer dwell. 
 
 7 He loves me and for me hath dy'd^ 
 My rams is on his bread ; 
 
 And I fbali Toon triumphant ride 
 To everlafiing reft. 
 
 8 I love the Lord and mnft adore 
 His name with heart and voice ; 
 
 Hfffifelf I want, I afk no more, 
 And I {ball have my choice. 
 
 HYMN XXXVI. Common Metre. 
 Delighting in the Lord, and hearing his voice* 
 x T T ARK ! is my Jefus palling by ? 
 
 JLjL Methinks I hear him fay 
 '• Awake arife thy friend is. nigh 
 Rejoice and come away." 
 
 2 O is it, is it Chrift the Lamb ? 
 And does he call for me ? 
 
 I come, dear Jefus glad I come, 
 I lonsf to be with thee. 
 
 3 Let others choofe the chains of death 
 And tread the road to hell, 
 
 In wifdom's ways I'll fpend my breath, 
 And with my Jefus dwell. 
 
 4 Let monarchs count their earthly joys 
 And boift their crowns bslo.v, 
 
B.V. H Y M N S. 333 
 
 1 count them all but empty toys 
 
 While I nay Jefus know. 
 
 5 Chrift is my life, my joy, my love,. 
 
 And everiafling peace ; 
 He'll be my all in realms above 
 When mortal climes mall ceafe. 
 
 HYMN XXXVII. Long Metre. 
 
 Giving up ail to God with joy, 
 
 lT ORD thou haft bought me with thy blood, 
 
 % J Now I am chine; thou art my God ; 
 With joy I give myfelf to thee. 
 For time and all eternity. 
 
 2 Let men and angels hear my voice % 
 All creatures witnefs to my choice ; 
 Nor will my God refufe to own 
 
 A match that's made with him alone. 
 
 3 Jefus with blood will feal my name 
 In records of immortal fame ; 
 
 And when I leave this mortal more 
 He'll be my joy forevermore. 
 
 HYMN XXXVIII. Common Kcirc, 
 Tkefame. 
 i f*\ GIVE me bleifed Jefus give 
 
 V^/ A life that is divine, 
 That I may always near thee live ? . 
 And be forever thine. 
 
 2 This this dear God is my defire* 
 
 O take me as thy own ; 
 My panting foul doth ftill afpire. 
 
 To live, to thee alone* E c 2 
 
33^ H V M.N S. B. V. 
 
 *\ No greater portion can I have, 
 
 To make me ever bleft \ 
 Tis all I need, tis all I crave, 
 
 With Chrift to live and reft. 
 
 4 Ten thoufand worlds are dung and drofs, 
 If all compar'd to thee ; 
 
 And life itfelf I count but iofs, 
 Till I my jefus fee. 
 
 5 O mount my foul, and fear above, 
 To everlafting day ; 
 
 While raptures of immortal love 
 Bears ev'ry pow* r away. 
 HYMN XXXIX.' Particular Mctrf t 
 Soaring away toith life divine. 
 i/~"\\ T E fpark O God of heav'niy fire 
 \^r Awakes my heart with warm defire 
 To reach the realms above; 
 Immortal ^lories round me fnine, 
 
 1 drink the ilreams of joy divine, 
 
 And fing redeeming love. 
 
 2 O cou'ei lowing my way in hafle, 
 Soon with arch angels 1 would fealr,. 
 
 And join their fwee-t employ ; 
 I'd ^lidc along the heav'niy dream, 
 And join their molt exalted theme 
 
 In.everlaftinsr joy. 
 
 3 Too mean this little globe for me, 
 Nor will I e'er contented be 
 
 am ; 
 
 but drofs, 
 Its grandeur lb Oft, its pleafures curir, 
 lib joys u!i mixt wkhpain, 
 
B. V.. H Y MN- &. 33T 
 
 4 But refting in ray Saviour's arms 
 My foul enjoys tranfporting charms 
 
 In everlalting love ; 
 There's life, there's joy ana folid peace 5 
 There's friendfhip that can never ceafe 
 
 A rock that cannot move. 
 
 5 Soar then my foul Gretch ev'ry thoughtj 
 To reach within the heav'niy court ; 
 
 Above this mortal orb ; 
 There let me with archangels nfe ; 
 And find my feat above the fides-, 
 
 Where fins no more difiurb. 
 
 6 There wiih an everlafling band 
 
 Of kindred faints at God's right tiand^ ] 
 
 My happy lot mall be ; 
 To foar, to lhout, to reign to reft 
 Forever and forever bleft, 
 
 With thee, O God, with thee, 
 
 HYMN XL. Long Metre. 
 
 Gnfoliiv.de with theprefence of God. 
 
 1 C! HOULD heav'n command my mo'tal itate ? 
 
 kj? To climes where human face ne'er fhone 3 . 
 
 1 would not murmur at my fate 
 
 If there I found my God alone, 
 
 2 W 7 ith joy I'd fpend my moments there 9 . 
 On the courfe climes of barren wood. 
 
 If Jellis made my life his care, 
 And fed me with immortal feed. 
 
 3 I'd fpend my hours in themes divine 3 
 And talk with God" arid he with me 3. 
 
S3 3 H Y M N S. B. VV 
 
 And while I felt this glory (Line, 
 O happy mortal I mould be ! 
 
 4 The day I'd fpend in walking round 
 From hill to hill with Chrift my aid ; 
 
 The ev'ning on the molTy ground, 
 I'd fafely reft beneath his (hade. 
 
 5 Jefus would guard my (lumb'ring hours, 
 And in the morning raife my head 
 
 To fing his praife through groves and bow'rsj. 
 And wait the ravens for my bread. 
 
 6 There till my laft expiring breath, 
 Td freely fpend my fleeting days, 
 
 Till time was out and welcome death, 
 Conclude my mortal notes of praife. 
 
 7 Then (hail I reach the realms above,. 
 Where Jefus I unveil'd mould fee \ 
 
 To fail the boundlefs fea of love, 
 For ever happy I (liould be. 
 
 8 There from ail dorms and labors reft",. 
 Far from the dark abodes ofmight ; 
 
 And with my God ray Jefus preft, 
 In uncreated realms of iight. 
 
 HYMN XL I. Particular Metre. 
 On the birth of Chrift. 
 l T> OUSE all ye tyrants of the earth ! 
 Jl\. Attend your great Redeemer's birth ; 
 The God an infant doth appear : 
 Rejoice ye Gentiles with the Jews, 
 Good news, good news, good news ? good news, 
 To ev'ry nation far and near, 
 
B. V. Ii Y M N 9. 339 
 
 2 Hark !" nark ! methinks the angels ling 
 The DraiTes of their new-born king, 
 
 And tell the great Redeemer's name ; 
 Fear not O lhepherds, hear the voice, 
 Rejoice, rejoice, rejoice, rejoice, 
 
 And fpread your glorious Saviour's fame* 
 
 3 Go to the manger, there you'll find 
 The Saviour dwells with brutal kind ; 
 
 The long expetied day is come ; 
 Clad tidings to the world is brought, 
 Tear net, fear not. fear nor, fear not, 
 
 O fhepherds make your Saviour room 
 
 4 Mortals attend the Prince of Peace ; 
 Let all your hopeful forrows ceafe ; 
 
 Redeeming love is at your door ; 
 Come mourning fouls his grace receive. 
 Believe, believe, believe, believe, 
 
 And you (hall live forevermore. 
 
 HYMN XL! I. Short Metre.. 
 God all in all, 
 
 1 "TSSUS the Lord 1 is mine, 
 
 I For I have known his love ;, 
 Soon I fnall fwim in joys, divine, 
 With ail the faints above. 
 
 2 There I with God (hail be % 
 No clouds to veil his face ; 
 
 Rejoicing in the biifsful lea, 
 
 That knows no bound nor foaceo 
 
 3 O what a joyful flight, 
 Where perfect slon 
 
j4o H Y M N S. 
 
 Among (he children of the light, 
 Beyond the reach of pain. 
 
 4,0 happy happy home, 
 
 Where joy ihall never ceafe I 
 
 Nor (in, ncr death mail ever come 
 Within the realms of peace. 
 
 5 How vafi the pleafures be, 
 Beyond what tongue can tell, 
 
 "Where I expect e'er long to be, 
 And with Jehovah dwell ! 
 
 6 On him my foul iha'l gaze, 
 With wonder and delight : 
 
 Where glories in meridian blaze, 
 In uncreated light. 
 
 "j O can it, can it be, 
 
 That I dial! e'er be one ? 
 Yea, Lord thou gave thyfeif for me r 
 
 And now I am thy own. 
 
 8 O Jefus thou art mine, 
 
 My joy and only friend ; 
 Then ail is mine and I am thine, 
 Forevennore, Amen. 
 
 HYMN XLIII. Common MetrCc 
 A Jons, of praife to Chrifi. 
 lT7 n 3R ever bieiTed be thy name, 
 
 JL O worthy Lamb of God ! 
 W no did our finking world reclaim, 
 
 With thy rnoft precious blcod. 
 2 Dearly thou bought the g't i lty race, 
 Wah life and death divine. 
 
B. V. H Y M N 3. 54 1 
 
 That we, through thy unbounded grace, 
 
 Might in full glory (Line. 
 3 Ten thonfand thousands fliall adore 
 
 The wonders of thy love, 
 And live with thee forever more, 
 In peaceful realms above. 
 
 HYMN LXIV. Particular Metre* 
 Tin;, fame. 
 i Tr* TERNAL praifes to thy name, 
 _& J O prince of peace thou wounded Lamb 
 For life immortal through thy blood ! 
 Our leaping hearts O God rejoice, 
 And join with one harmonious voice 
 To fpread the glorious news abroad. 
 
 2 Rut Lord increale the warm defire 
 With facred and immort2i fire 
 
 •' Thv dying wonders to proclaim ; 
 We long O God to fpread thy grace 
 Thro' ail our poor unhappy race, 
 
 That ev'ry land may know thy name. 
 
 3 Ride forth in love, O God our king, 
 And caui'e the mourning foul ro fine 
 
 The wonders of thy dying love ; 
 And lead thy tribes by thy right hand 
 Safe through this dry, this defert land 
 To the celefiiai realms above. 
 
 HYMN XLV. Common Metre. 
 On the difen tangled faint .r . 
 i/^\ HAPPY difentangled faints 
 
 \^P Who've rsach'd the peaceful fliore, 
 Far from their foes, and all comDlaints, 
 They live forevermore. 
 
342 H Y M N S. B.V. 
 
 2 Cheerful they tread the blifsful plain 
 Of their eternal home ; 
 
 In realms of perfect glory reign 
 Where clouds can never come, 
 
 3 Now they enjoy the perfect blifs 
 1 h?y panted for below ; 
 
 Ah ! now they dwell where Jefus is. 
 And he is all they know. 
 
 4 O was my foul once landed there 
 I'd bid thefe chains adieu ; 
 
 Wi'h angels in their glory fhare, 
 And join their anthems too. 
 
 HYMN XLVL Long Metre, 
 The fame. 
 s r | \:i'INK O my foul thou art to land 
 
 JL Ere long in heav'n at God's right hand, 
 "Where love (hall ev'ry thought employ, 
 And nothing reign but perfect joy. 
 
 2 Mount up and count thy trials fmall, 
 And let all earthly grandeur fall 
 
 As dull and chaff, and empty drofs, 
 And count ail things but Jefus lofs. 
 
 3 His love redeems from death and woe, 
 And make my heav'n begin below ; 
 
 But vallly more his love difpiays 
 Where they befeoW him face to face. 
 
 4 There ev'ry foul drinks deep in love, 
 "While foaring through the courts above J 
 Their happy home is that pure fea, 
 
 Of vaft, ah ! vaft infinity. 
 
B, V. HYMNS. 343 
 
 5 Gazing with -pleafure there they fail 
 Where perfecl bkfs can never fail ; 
 Wrapt in the nature of the Lamb 
 They (hout the wonders of his name 
 
 6 Attraction glows to every heart 
 With burning love that cannot part, 
 While all as one the armies move 
 
 Attracted to thefource of love. 
 
 j Shouting they foar with Iweet furprife. 
 Their anthems fhake the arched fkies ; 
 ^Echoes refound through all the plain 
 In one harmonious lofty firain. 
 
 8 And there I triift to bear my part 
 Wrap'd up in the Redeemer's heart ; 
 There ravifii'd with immortal flame 
 Refound my Saviour's --lading fame. 
 
 ' HYMN XLVII. -Common Metre, 
 Chrift the chrijlian's chief good. 
 
 T 
 
 -HOU art my all, O Lamb of God 5 
 
 Thy love is life to me ; 
 
 1 love the Tweet life-giving word ; 
 
 I love to walk *vilh thee. 
 
 2 There's nothing elfe can give me reft, 
 Or make* my heart rejoice ; 
 
 And O I am v.'ith glory bled, 
 When I can hear thy voice. 
 
 3 Thy love expels all guilt and fear 
 And makes me cheerful go ; 
 
 And when I find my Saviour near 
 My heav'u begins below. 
 
34,4 H Y M N s > B ' W 
 
 4 O might I ev'ry moment feel 
 
 A nearrcefs to my God, 
 And no amufement ever ileal 
 
 One thought to rove abroad : 
 
 D 
 
 -5 Then I mould more of Jefus know. 
 
 And fpend my days in peace, 
 And hourly triumph o'er my woe, 
 
 Till all my forrows ceafe. 
 
 HYMN XLVIII. Cannon Metre. 
 On the Deity. 
 i""T ~K 7"HERE,what, or who art thou grealGoci, 
 
 V V Whom I profefs to own ? 
 Thy works, thvfelf, and thine abode, 
 
 Moft known, and rn.ofl unknown. 
 
 2 If worlds unnumber'd as the fand 
 Are fearch'd to find thee there. 
 
 They're but fmail traces of fome hand 
 Their maker to declare. 
 
 3 Afl; angels where this Geo doth dwell 
 (Tho' wrap'd in him) would fay, 
 
 u Tis wot in ail our climes to tell 
 Butjujl. fomejeeblz ray.*' 
 
 4 Not found by mortal hand or eye ; 
 In empty fpace not found ; 
 
 'Not time nor yet eternity 
 
 Can reach his utmoft bound. 
 
 5 Should I attempt to find him. out 
 By philofophic flrains, 
 
 Still far beyond the reach of thought : 
 Unknown to me he reigns. 
 
3. V. K Y M N & US 
 
 6 Angelic realms before his eye. 
 Though eountlefs iKey may be, 
 
 So much like noihing all would he. 
 
 Too fmall for him to fee. 
 ^ Yet nothing doth in being dwell 3 
 
 Small or conceal'd they lie 
 In heav'n or earth, or fea, or hell, 
 
 But's naked' to his eye. 
 § Immenfe he is, and leaves no void, 
 
 All nature in his hand ; 
 A million worlds made or deilroy'd 
 
 Are as the fmalleft Tand. 
 9' Good God ! and yet within thy hand" 
 
 A guilty mote I rove ; 
 Tlive, I move andVuarded ftand 
 
 Partaker of thy love. 
 10 The fmalietTinfe£ls that are made 
 
 Notic'd and guarded be ; 
 And hairs of my unworthy head C: 
 
 Ail number'd Lord by thee, 
 ii O give me then a humble place, 
 
 Infyir'd with facred ilame ; 
 A large partaker of thy grace 
 
 To found thy boundleis fame. 
 
 HYMN XLIX. Short Metre. 
 The chriflian looking forward and encouraged, 
 lTV /TY foul leave all below, 
 
 XVA- And banifh ev'ry fear, 
 Fpr (oon beyond tiaefe fencs of woe, 
 I [hail with joy appear. 
 
34$ HYMNS. B. V- 
 
 2 My Jefjs lcves my foul, 
 And has my fins forgiv'n ; 
 
 Then roll, ye fleeting moments rolk 
 And hand my foul to heav'n. 
 
 3 There I e'er long (hall reft, 
 Upon the peaceful fhore ; 
 
 With perfect joy and g'ory bleftj. 
 And fin. frail vex no more. 
 
 4 Twas Jefus on the tree, 
 Gave me a portion there ; 
 
 happy, happy foul I be, 
 With his dear ions to {hare ] 
 
 5 Since Jefus is my friend, 
 My poriion.and my Cod, 
 
 Soon ail my forrows here fba'l end, . 
 And heav'n he mv abode. 
 
 HYMN L. 'Particular Metre. 
 A minijler leaving his people to go abroad zcith 
 
 the gc/pel. 
 i~\7"Z that do in jefus dwell, 
 
 JL Chriflian brethren now farewell j 
 Par; in p^aoe. and part in love, 
 Sine? and pray where'er ve rove. 
 2 Wipe your tears and leave vour pains \ 
 Why lament when Jefus reigns ? 
 Tho' in body we mav parr. 
 We are ft ill as. near in heart. 
 •} Walk w;:h Jefus while below, 
 Spread his ni.iie where'er ve gq \ 
 Fioht the bat les of the Lord, 
 
 o ' 
 
 Prefent is your blett reward. 
 
B# v. H Y M N S. 
 
 4 If to diflant lands I go, 
 
 J Tis the jubilee trump to blow ; 
 May my Jefus be with thee, 
 When you're well remember me. 
 
 5 When I near my mafter ger 
 1 fhall find you ^ear my heart ; 
 We thall often meet as one 
 Pleading at our Father's throne. 
 
 6 If I never more return 
 
 Do not my long abfence mourn ; - 
 If L am but near my God 
 All is well iho' far abroad. 
 
 7 God is every where the fame ; 
 Let us part and fp read his fame ; ; 
 Soon we'll end this mortal race, 
 Then all meet him face to face. 
 
 8 There where Chrift our lover reigns < 
 We (hall join immortal {trams ; 
 
 Safe in everlatting joy, 
 Nothing {hall our peace annoy* 
 q Halleluiahs then our fong, 
 Sounding through the countlefs throng ; 
 Chrift our God that lovely name 
 B* 1 our everlafting theme. 
 
 HYMN LI. Long Metre. 
 Cud my all. 
 j*S there a God ? and Is he mine ? : 
 
 ]t Yes for I feel the truths divine ; 
 A pieafing theme (my foul) is this, 
 God is my everUiling bliiV 
 
34*. H Y M N S. B.V« 
 
 2 In him doth all perfe&ions dwell ; 
 Seraphs his wifdom cannot tell ; 
 Kis love fo £reat it muft be free, 
 And thus his gpodnefs reach'd to me, 
 
 3 He reigns, and where ? within my heart ; . 
 No'r will his fceptre e'er depart ; 
 
 And O he reigns a prince of peace ! 
 Then ceafe ye ftorms of forrows ceafe 
 
 4 Within Iiim-fslf he ever lives, 
 And to my foul that life he gives ; 
 Enough, rriy God, fince i (hall be 
 One in the.fouree of life with thee« 
 
 ,5 Eut d^ire I foar fo far away ; 
 •jo I not in preemption fi ray ! 
 No, God i a'lifaid (he llcap'd fo low) 
 " As 1 live, yejhall live alfo." 
 HYMN LII. 
 
 Sweet moments with God. 
 
 SWEET is the cenverfe with my God, 
 One moment on the heav'n'.y road J 
 And fweeiiy giidcs the hours away, 
 When chcer'd with one immortal ray. 
 
 : 1 ho' clouds impend and dorms invade. 
 The morning ftar is ftiil my aid : 
 Doth clouds expei and foe-?, deltroy, 
 And on he leads me ftili with joy. 
 
 3 And when his glories round me fliinc, 
 I feel the raptures all divine ; 
 Atul then with ;oy my foul can [<\y t 
 My partner fzoectens all my waj* 
 
 Long Metre, 
 
iTTARK ! glad tidings to the fl 
 Jfc JL Joyful news the angels br: 
 
 S. V, ■ H Y M'N'S.. $$ 
 
 HYMN 1 LIU. Particular Metre, 
 The birth ofChrifl. 
 
 fticpherds, 
 ring 
 God himfelf in flefii haihenter'd, . 
 
 Jefus is the new born king,, 
 Haii all glory, hail all glory, 
 Let the whole creation ling.- 
 
 2 Shepherd? flart from midnight (lumber.) 
 See the glory mining round ; 
 
 Gazing on the blaze they wonder. 
 
 'Till they're profirate on the ground-; 
 Halleluiahs, hallelujahs, 
 
 By the leraphs doth -refound. 
 
 3 " Fear not fkepherds faith the angels^ 
 Ba nifli forrozu from your eyes : 
 
 ~For in Bethlehem' s coarfe manger 
 
 God a fpotlefs infant lies. 
 See Jehovah, See Jehovah, 
 
 VtiPd in clay belozo the jives." 
 
 4 Rafle away ye eaftern fages, 
 See the flar proclaims your God ° 3 
 
 Fear not Herod, tho' he rages, 
 
 Sending peals of death abroad ; 
 Rachel mourning, Rachel mourning 3 
 
 For her children he defiroy'd. 
 
 5 Sinners roar and faints rejoices, 
 At the great Redeemer's birth ; 
 
 Angels join their cheerful voices, 
 Good will to men, peace on earth ; 
 
 Hallelujah, hallelujah, 
 Glory in the Saviour's birth, 
 
2Zo- H Y M MS. 
 
 6' Let unpeople have falvation, 
 
 Saiih the heralds from above ; 
 " Sound his name through cv'ry nation, 
 
 Teach the world, redeeming love, 
 Go yyher&lds, go ye heralds, 
 
 Spread his name where'er ye rove.' 3 
 j Jefus fpread thy gofpel glory, 
 
 Save poor dying fouls from bell ; 
 Let all nations bow before thee, 
 
 Love thy name and wi:h thee dwell : 
 ilafle ye heralds, hafle ye heralds 
 
 Your Redeemer's name to tell, 
 
 HYMN LIV. Long Metre. 
 
 Ths lovz ofChriJt, and finncrs hardened by re 
 
 jetting it. 
 
 i /^lOULD heav'n's eternal grandeur move, 
 
 %L*s . To think on man with thoughts of love I 
 
 G make my foul this 
 
 s ° 
 
 And bid all other themes adieu. 
 
 2 So boundlefs doth his jjoodnefs reign, 
 His love he never will retrain ; 
 It will the worll of men purfue, 
 Dcth ail the good that it can do. 
 
 3 His love aiTum'd our mortal frame, 
 Our guilt, our forrows, ami our ihame ;. 
 Kow then O mortals- can it be 
 But this eternal love is free ? 
 
 4 He waded through this frowning earth, 
 Endur'd the pains of hell and death, 
 Sure then the fouls that zp to hell 
 
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 5 All thofe that turn againft his love 
 Will foon their will fo harden prove, 
 That there is nought can fink them lower 
 Than to offer his goodnefs more. 
 
 6 Thofe that defpife grow harder Hill ° } - 
 Thofe who adhere it turns their will, 
 And thus defpifers fink to hell, 
 While thofe that hear in gLory dwell. 
 
 HYMN LV. Long M:lrt» 
 Panting after Chriji. 
 iXVEAR me O-thou immortal Dove 
 
 JL-JhTo look within the realms above ? - 
 And let my. foul a moment be 
 Where I my Chiid my glory fee. 
 
 2 Unbounded is *that fea divine,"- 
 And if that bieffed ChriR is mine, - 
 Why may I not be borne away 
 To fee but one immortal ray ? ' 
 
 3 He is my food, why lhould I fiarve f 
 He's all the life and joy I have ; 
 Then let .me O mv fefus be 
 
 Loft in thy love, wrap'd up in thee. 
 
 H Y M N LVI. Particular Mitre. . 
 Adieu tj all but Chriji. 
 i"T TAIN" world adreu with ail your toys ! ' 
 V I'll count no more your found Qij6y% 
 Your pleafures lead to hell ; 
 Glories immortal I'll purfue, 
 And bid created blifs adieu, 
 With Jefus I -mull 'dwell"; 
 
l 5 2 H Y M N 3. 
 
 2 When near my Jefus I am bled. 
 He is my life, he is my reft, 
 
 While through this world I rove ; 
 And when ail mortal joys ihall ceafe, 
 He'll be my life, my joy and peace, 
 
 In brighter realms above. 
 
 3 Hell give me there a glorious feat, 
 Where all the heav'nly armies meet, 
 
 In fweet unmingled joy ; 
 Inftead of bverlafting pain, 
 In endlefs glory 1 (hall reign 5 
 
 And foes no more annoy. 
 
 4 There (hall I fee him face to face, 
 And Ting ^he wonders of his grace, 
 
 Far from the fnares of hell ; 
 From all thefe clogs I (hail be free, 
 With my dear Jefus I (ball be, 
 
 And in his bofom- dwell. 
 
 5 In thofe immortal climes I'll join, • 
 With bands feraphic all divine, 
 
 To praife my bleeding king ; 
 With jov I'll tread the blifsful plains, 
 Where thouis'of moft exaiied lirains 
 
 Make all the arches ring. 
 
 6 Raviili'd with glory and delight 
 (The fun and moon beneath, my feet) 
 
 Wrapt in a (acred (lame ; 
 Sailing in leas of perfect joy, 
 And mi:> (hall be my bieil employ, 
 
 All worthy is Lhs Lamb ! 
 
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 HYMN.LVII. Lang Metre. 
 The Ghnjlian attraEied with God's love. 
 i/^\ WHAT a bled tranfporting ray 
 
 \jf Attracts and deals my foul away I 
 It is my Saviour's voice I feel, 
 Lord give my foul the attra8ion flill. 
 
 2 Adieu ye earthly loves adieu ! 
 I feel my love and mufr purfae, 
 Ye feparafiwg walls be gone 
 
 And let my chariot wheels roll on. 
 
 3 Lord Jefus waff me on my way, 
 I pant for everlafting day ; 
 
 Thefe pow'rs of mine (hall reft nomcre. 
 Until I reach the peaceful fhore. 
 
 HYMN LVIII. Short Metre, 
 No joy but in Chrifc. 
 ijf~\ WHAT an empty toy 
 ?\Jr A recall thefe mortal wilds I 
 But O what lading peace and joy 
 Is in my Saviour's fmiles ! 
 
 2 Long have I been a (lave 
 For but an empty found ! 
 
 But Owbat pleafures now I hay.e 
 Since I have Jefus found i 
 
 3 I'll bid adieu to earth, 
 
 And count its joys but vain ; 
 Let me enjoy my heav'nly birth, 
 
 And with my Jefus reign. 
 ^ O thou immortal Kic}F*j£. 
 
 Bear thy dear child wyV 
 
<354 HYMN S. B.V, 
 
 Then will I on my journey fmg 
 Songs of eternal day. 
 
 HYMN LIX. Particular Metre. 
 Th". great love of Chrijl difplayed in his death* 
 l A S near to Calvary 1 pais 
 AX. Meihinks I fee a bloody crofs, 
 Wnere a poor viftim hangs ; 
 His flefli with ragged irons tore, 
 His limbs all drels'd in purple gore 5 
 Gaining in dying pangf. 
 
 < 2 Surpriz'd the fpefciacle to fee, 
 
 ,1 afk'd who can this victim be, 
 
 In futh exquifite pain ? 
 Why thns confin'd to woes I cry'd 
 li 'Tis I," the bleeding God reply*d 9 
 
 tt 6 Tofave a zv or Id from fin." 
 
 3 A God for rebel mortals dies ! 
 ; How can ;it be my foul replies ! 
 
 What Jefus die for me ! 
 " Yes faith the faff 'ring Son of God, 
 I give my life, I J pi 11 my blood, 
 
 For thee poor foul, for thee." 
 
 . 4 Lord unce Jhy life thou'R freely giv'n. 
 To bring my wreiched <foul to heav'n, 
 
 And blefs me with thy love ; 
 Then to thy feet O God', I'll fall, 
 'Give thee my life, my foul, my all, 
 To reign with thee above. 
 5 All other lovers I'll adieu, 
 My dying lover I'll purfue, 
 ,And blefs the .flaughter'd Lamb, 
 
b:v. s hymn s. 3 5i 
 
 My life, my ftrength, my voice an d days, 
 I wil! devote in wifdom's ways, 
 And found his bleeding fame. 
 6 And when this tott'ring life (hail ceafe 3 
 I'll leave thefe mortal climes in peace, 
 
 And foar to realms of light ; 
 There where my heav'nly lover reigns., 
 I'll join to raife immortal drains. 
 All ravifh'd with delight. 
 
 H Y M N LX. Long Metre. 
 Longing for the victory ever fin, 
 i A WAY, ye earthly charms away ! 
 
 «Z~jL Ye lead my wand'ring mind afiray, 
 jDitiurb my joys, and break my reft, 
 And draw me from my Saviour's breaft, 
 2. Jefus fubdue this carnal mind, 
 
 may I leave thefe toys behind ! 
 
 1 long to find my fpirit free, 
 That I may triumph Lord in thee. 
 
 3 There's nothing Jefus like thy iove, 
 Yet for a fhadow oft I rove ; 
 
 O conquer the remains of fin, 
 And let thy kingdom reign within, 
 
 4 Let not the lead amufing toy 
 Draw me from thee my only joy : 
 But fill my hreali with love divine, 
 I'll know no fceptre Lord but thine. 
 
 HYMN LXI. Long Metre, 
 
 The chrijiians tranfport. 
 WHAT amazing love is this .' 
 On earth I tafte immortal blifs ; 
 
35$ H Y M N S. 9, V. 
 
 1 feel that voice that is divine, 
 And know that Je.fus Chrift is mine. 
 
 2 He leads me en the heav'nly road, 
 And feeds my foul with angels food ; 
 My foui how free his goodnefs flows ! 
 liis bleeding love no limits knows. 
 
 3 My foul hath found my Chrift to day j 
 I feel my darknefs done away ; 
 
 His prefence made my bars remove, 
 And O I feafl on heav'nly love ! 
 
 4 I fee! my fins are all forgiv'n ; 
 This is my Chrift, my ail my heav'n! 
 My foul begins her lafting theme, 
 All glory to my God, the Lamb ! 
 
 IIYMN LXII. Long Metre. 
 The kingdom cf God within. 
 a 1[ ET others their falvaiion reft - 
 JLj Onoutward forms, of di(la;;i heav'n, 
 
 1 w^nt God's kingdom in my breafl, 
 
 And ihere to feel my fins forgiv'n. 
 
 2 Some make their boafi of cancefd fm^ 
 Before the world or they were made, 
 
 While Hill (hey have a hell within, 
 Imagine God their heav'n decreed. 
 
 3 While others think feme law fulfil'^ 
 By Jefus when he hied and dy'd, 
 
 Who never knew falvation ieal'd. 
 His life or death to them apply'd. 
 
 4 While many more their fouls neOrcy, 
 Who wait for death to Gad a heav'n ; 
 
ii'tt h y m n s: 
 
 Yet Grangers to the heav'nty joy, 
 
 Or the new birth, and fins forgiv 'n t 
 
 5 But I can iruu in no degree, 
 Or. law fulfif'dby Jefus Chrift, 
 
 But that which works a birth in me. 
 And brings me to the gofpel feaft, 
 
 6 I am by nature .dead in fin, 
 
 My foul bound down with hsavy chains'- 5 
 Then I mud have my Chrift within, 
 Or elfe in death my foul remains. 
 
 ^ I have a hell within my bread, 
 
 For there is all my weight of fin ; 
 Then Chrift cm give my foul no red, 
 
 Unlefs he gives a heav'n within. 
 8 My Chrift" forbids " lo here or there 9 
 
 ' ' The jeer et ch ambers of defert," 
 And then he doth to me declare 
 
 God's kingdom is within, my heart. 
 
 g Then in' my heart-, O' Jefus reign, 
 "With thy bled kingdom aril divine ; 
 
 Remove my death, break ev'ry chain, 
 And change my nature pure as thine** 
 
 I'O Then (hail I be forever bled, 
 
 From all my fins and forrows free t 
 A peaceful kingdom in my bread, 
 And I forever one with thee. 
 
 HYMN LX1II-. " long M&re, 
 Sparing after £hrift. 
 1 T? ^^ J he v'nly fun, with rays divine, 
 Jl\» Iq this benighted foul of mine ; 
 
 as y 
 
3 5 S H Y M N S. B, V, 
 
 1 pant for one immortal ray 
 To bear my reillefs foul away, 
 
 2 I feel my heart in love with thee, 
 But bound in death, yet would be free; 
 My Chrift I at a diftance view, 
 
 And feel a ^ruggling to purfue. 
 
 3 Thou art my life, my red, my food, 
 My joy and everlafting good ; 
 
 How can I then contented be 
 
 But when I am, O Lord, with thee ? 
 
 4 O bear my panting foul above, 
 Where I may once enjoy my love 
 Without thofe clouds for to annoy,. 
 Then fl* all I be complete in joy. 
 
 H'YMN LXIV. Long Metre. 
 The happinefs of the chrijlians. 
 iTT OW bleft beyond what tongue can tell 
 
 JlX Are thofe with whom the Lord doth dwell ? 
 They've life, they've peace, they've joy and reft. 
 All heav'n's en^ag'd to make them bleft. 
 
 2 Thro' aii this world where e'er they rcve, 
 The Lord funouncs them with his love ; 
 They often drink of heav'nly wine, 
 
 And feed on bread that is divine. 
 
 3 Soon will they land where Jefus reign?. 
 To dwell on heav'ns immortal plains ; 
 Terfec} in everlafiing blifs. 
 
 For they will dwell where Jefus is. 
 
 4 My foul ! and fhall I ever fhare 
 Among die faints forever thers ? 
 
B. V. iri i M i\ b. 359 
 
 Give me that crown, "O prince of Peace, 
 Thofe bound !efs joys that never ceafe. 
 
 HYMN LXV. Lo-ng Metre* 
 The foul revived with God's love a 
 
 NOW can my foul in God rejoice, 
 I feel my Saviour's cheering voice, 
 My neart awakes to fing his praife, 
 And longs to join immortal lays. 
 
 2 The kingdom of my Lord is come,. 
 This day I've found my father's home %■ 
 O might I rove from him no more - 
 Long as I tread this mortal {here. 
 
 3 Hoid me, O Jefus, in thine arms, 
 And cheer me with immortal char bis, 
 Till I awake in realms above 
 
 For ever to enjov thy love, 
 
 HYMN LXVI. Long Metre. 
 The chrifzian wants no more than Chrijh. 
 
 LORD fmce thou pluck'd mejrom the gulf ? 
 - And gave my foul thy blefTed felf, 
 'lis dill want, 'tis all I need, 
 In thee. O God, I'm bleft indeed. 
 
 2 I feel thou haft my Gns forgiv'n, 
 And often tafie a glimpfe of heav'n, 
 My foul has found a lading peace, 
 
 Will ftand when all thefe worlds (hall ceafe* 
 
 3 In Chn'ft I feel a foiidjoy, 
 
 A rock which hell ran ne'er deftroy ; 
 My days of joy can ne'er be o'er, 
 For Chnft is mine, what want I more P 
 Gga 
 
s 6e II Y M N s. b. \r« 
 
 4 Created good, I count but fma!l : 
 In Jefus I poffefs my all, 
 Long as I know that Jefus reigns, 
 I ieel his love my life maintains. 
 
 HYMN LXVII. Particular Metre, 
 Chrijl all in all. 
 
 GOD Is my all, I feel his grace, 
 He cheers me on my chriftian race, 
 And feeds me with his word ; 
 Ten thoufand thoufand worlds are fmall 
 Compar'd with Chr.ft, he is my all. 
 And O ! Move my God. 
 
 2 Lord thou haft gave thyfelf to me, 
 Then near thy footiiool let me be, 
 
 Rul'd wholly by my King ; 
 While time endures I'll walk with God, 
 And fpvead his glorious name abroad. 
 
 And in his triumphs fing. 
 
 # May I no more forfakamy friend. 
 Till all thefe mortal changes end, 
 
 And I ilia II leave my woe ! 
 A happy morn when I fhall Le 
 From ev'ry fin and iorrow free, 
 
 And home to Jefus go ! 
 
 4 My foul fhall all my foes furvive, 
 And ever with my Jefus live, 
 In heav'ns immortaj biifs ; 
 My foul wrap'd up in fweet delight, 
 Triumphant o'er the pow'rs of night, 
 
B;V„ H ¥ M N S-. 36 i 
 
 HYMN LXVI1I. Short Metre, 
 A Jong of praife to Chrijl, 
 1T ET univerfal plains 
 
 , f j Awake with joy to fing, 
 And join their moft exalted ftrains 
 To the immortal King. 
 
 •2 Kad I ten thoufand tongues 
 
 To praife ray Saviour's name, 
 Cheerful l J d raife ten thoufand fongs 
 
 To found his lailing fame, 
 
 3 He ftoop'd beneath the grave 
 To make his goodnefs known ; 
 
 He dy'd the wretched world to fave 5 
 And bear our guilt alone, 
 
 4 Freely he fpilt his blood, 
 And gave his love as free ; 
 
 Then take ray heart, O Lord my Godj 
 And give this love to me. 
 
 5 May I thy goodnefs fing, . - 
 And tell the world, thy love, 
 
 'Titl I awake with- God my king, 
 In the fweet realms above. 
 
 HYMN LXIX. Long Metre*. 
 Defiringto be led by Chrijt. 
 
 LEAD me, O thou immortal Dove, 
 In peace while thro' this world I rove s 
 And let me always feel a ray 
 Of light from thine eternal day* 
 
 2 When thou art nigh my foul is well .3 . 
 J. feel what tongues can never tell 3 
 
--62 U Y M N 5. #. V. 
 
 Sweet peace and joy that is divine, 
 Heals and tranfpons this fowl of mine. 
 
 3 I afk no joy but in my Chrift ; 
 Let me no o'her pleafureS tafte ; 
 And O ! my JeT'is, dwell wiih me,- 
 And where thoti art there let me be., 
 
 4 I know thy goodnefs is fo great 
 To do me good js thy delight ; 
 Thine arm of love thou wilt employ 
 To lead my foul to perfect joy. 
 
 HYMN LXX. Common Metre, 
 Always kappy xvhen Chrijl is enjoyed, 
 
 1 WT HEN l en ' ,o y lhe love of chrill > 
 
 V V I'm bisft where e'er I go; 
 My weary foul enjoys a refl 3 
 And iofes ail her woe.- 
 
 2 When I am try 'd he bears my grief ? 
 And doth my foes dellroy ; 
 
 When in difirefs he brines relief 
 
 o 
 
 With his immortal joy. 
 
 3 If I in diftant lands fhould dwc!i ? - 
 Remote from human face, 
 
 Yet w::h my Chnfi I (houid be well, 
 And triumph in his grace. 
 
 4 If I fnould iofe my --:ortal breath, 
 Yet finding Jtfus nigh,. 
 
 JNly loul f»iouid triumph over death, 
 Fori fiiould never die. 
 
 5 When-all thefe worlds (hall be no more. 
 And liars fiiall ceafe to fhine, 
 
B%\ r . K Y M N Si 363 
 
 My kingdom Hands forever fure, 
 For Jefus Chrift is mine. 
 
 6 And O, this blefTed Chrift: is mine ! 
 
 Then what can I have more ? 
 I fhall with him in glory mine 
 
 When fiorms are all blown o'er. 
 
 HYMNLXXI. Common Metre. 
 Panting after the full enjoyment of God a . 
 iT3 LEST morn when I mail land 
 JL3 With all the faints above! 
 
 1 reel my feet at Chrift's right hand, 
 
 When I can find his love. 
 
 2 In Chrift I am fo bleft, 
 To have my portion there % 
 
 I often fee i that heav'nly reft*. 
 While I am traveling here,. 
 
 3 I foon fhall foar and fing 
 In everlafting joy ; 
 
 The love_and beauties of my King, 
 Shall ev'ry thought employ. 
 
 4 There in immortal bloom, 
 
 My Jefus I'll adore, 
 
 And love the hand that brought me home 
 o 
 
 To live forever more, 
 
 H Y-M-N LXXII. Long Metre. 
 
 Drawn by the love of Chrift. 
 
 iTT OW great thy love, O Prince of Peace V 
 
 JLJb Nor can thy goodnefs ever ceafe ; 
 What can my heart or paiTion do, 
 If unarfe&ed with thy love ? 
 
H Y M N S. ft v 
 
 2 Thy love from the celeiliai plain, 
 Stoop'd to the earth to bear my pain ; 
 Thy love recleem'd my foul from hell; 
 Thy love makes me in glory dwell. 
 
 3 No other love my foul would know, 
 But that which doth from Jcfus flow ; 
 Away ye bars, ye rocks remove s 
 And give me room for Chrift my love. 
 
 4 Revive in me, O iove divine, 
 
 That heart and kingdom which is thine p 
 When time is done bear me away, 
 O love to everlafting day. 
 
 HYMN LXXI.'I- Long Metre. 
 AttraEied with the thoughts of the full enjoyment 
 of God. 
 HOW the thought attrafts my heart 
 That I flioald once awake with God, 
 Clouds from my foul forever part, 
 
 And feafts with angels round his board l< 
 
 2 How fhould I fail the peaceful (bore 
 In feas of everlaflmg love ! 
 
 With 1 lefts re»Vn forevermore 
 in thtfe eternal realms above. 
 
 3 There fcenes ofciidlefs pleafures rife, 
 And 'foul-tranfpoi ting wonders roll, 
 
 While Chrift allures my wond'ring eyes, 
 And transports aii my active foul. 
 
 4 Th Q re with the winged holts I'll foar, 
 Infpir'd with an immortal flame ; 
 
 My puwVs increafe forevermore, 
 While gazing on ths worthy Lamb*- 
 
3.V* H Y M N S. 36^ 
 
 HYMNLXXIV. Common Metre. 
 Chriji's death declares. his love is free. 
 j' r a ^vVAS love without a bound or fhorc 
 
 JL That brought Jehovah down ; 
 If I believe he wants no more, 
 To brinf me to (he crown. 
 
 2 Behold the unner's friend appeals 
 Among the guilty race ] 
 
 His birth, his life and death declares 
 Free and unbounded grace. 
 
 3 But unbelief where e'er it reigns, 
 Rejects this bound iefs love ; 
 
 And if retain'd fo ''ncreafe. the chains, 
 The foul can never move. 
 
 4 Had God'.s eternal love abound, 
 Or partial love had reign'd, 
 
 Mj foul would never mercy found ? 
 But in my (ins remain'd. 
 
 5 To ChriH who fpreads his love fofree 
 Doth endlefs praife belong ; 
 
 .And O ! his boundlefs love (hall be 
 The faints eternal fong. 
 
 HYMN LXXV. Common Metre fi 
 The chriflian's triumph, 
 i A LL hail, incarnate lover hail ! 
 
 X~3L Thy mighty arm of love 
 Shall over all our foes prevail, 
 
 And give us crowns above. 
 2 Thou dy'd Almighty Prince of Peace, 
 And tailed death and hell, 
 
3 66 HYMNS. B< V. 
 
 That forrows might forever ceafe, 
 And we in glory dwell. 
 
 3 Soon we (hall in full glory ride, 
 Like conquerors divine ; 
 
 With thee our Captain at our fide, 
 And z\i the glcry thine. 
 
 4 We'll fmg the conqueft of thy death. 
 And triumph over hell ; 
 
 IncreaGng in immortal birth, 
 While we in glory dwell. 
 
 5 There wafted on the wings of love 
 Lofe all the fenfe of pain ; 
 
 Ail manfion ? d in the realms above 
 Shall with Jehovah reign. 
 
 6 O Jefus hail ! all glory thou, 
 Who did the world reftore ! 
 
 Let ev'ry world, and fyftem bow 
 Thy goodnefs to adore ! 
 
 HYMN LXXVI. long Metre, 
 The believing Hebrews, 
 l-QHOUT brethren for the Lord hath bryke 
 O The fata! bands of Pharaoh's yoke ! 
 Our foulc have left the fiavifli ground, 
 And now to Canaan's land are bound. 
 
 2 God hath cefiroy'd by his high hand 
 Both horfe and Rider in the fand ; 
 And we with Miriam will ling 
 
 All glory to the Hebrews king. 
 
 3 He frill will make my foes to fall ; 
 He'll be our Captain flreng-h and all j 
 
B. -V. HYMN S e s 6-7 
 
 -Our Jefos leads us by his band 
 For to pcffefs the promis'd land. 
 
 4 Then let ns tread the defert through^ 
 Bid all our loves and fears adieu ; 
 
 A fire by night (hall lead cur way, 
 And a bleft cloud of love by day, 
 
 5 Chrift is the ftream mall us puTfue, 
 And cheer us all the defert through ; 
 We are furrounded with his love, 
 And feed on rnanna fromabove. 
 
 6 Let unbelief no more be known, 
 And ev'ry murrr/ring thought be gone ? 
 If we the God of truth believe 
 
 We fhali go in, the crown receive. 
 
 ".7 O thcu immortal Hebrew's king, 
 Thy name with joy we gladly ling, 
 Thou bought thy tribes with blood divine. 
 And now we are forever thine. 
 
 HYMN LXXVII. Long Metre* 
 The wonders in Chrift's death, 
 iTT O W vaft Moriah is thy blood ! 
 •JL'JL Enormous guilt ! a bleeding God ! 
 See heav'n and hell upon the tree ! 
 A Saviour dies and lives for me. 
 
 2 A God in agonies of death, 
 And for his foes refigns his breath ; 
 Behold him crufn'd beneath my guilt, 
 Until his vital blood he fpilt ! 
 
 3 But O I'm loft how can it be^ 
 Jehovah luffers thisfor me ? Hfc 
 
3 58 HYMNS. B. V, 
 
 O yes fo boundlefs was his love, 
 He dies to bear my foul above ! 
 
 4 Away all other loves away. 
 And mount my foul to the bright day 
 Where love immortal {hall inflame 
 My ravifh'd heart to praife the Lamb. 
 
 HYMN LXXVIII. Particular Metre, 
 C hoofing Chrifl. 
 3 T_T ERE gladly at thy feet I fall, 
 JL JL My God, my king, my friend, my all^ 
 
 And there I choofe my lading feat ; 
 Art thou not all my portion Lord ? 
 Do not I count thee my reward? 
 
 Is not my glory at thy feet ? 
 
 2 Does not my fpirit long to be. 
 With all my pow'rs bound up in thee, 
 
 With bands of everlafting love ? 
 I'd live with thee while time (hou!d rolJ^ 
 Then praife and love with all my foul, 
 
 In the eternal realm: above. 
 
 3 Though here my fees befet my way, 
 A*nd often lead my foul aftray ; 
 
 Yet Lord thou know'il I love thee full j 
 Nor can I think, that I am blefr, 
 Or ever find a moment's reft, 
 
 But when my fathers love I feel. 
 
 4 O let me ever fee thy face, 
 
 And fee! thy love, and fing thy grace, 
 Long as I tread this mortal more ; 
 
 Then when I take my happy fi'ght, 
 
 J fiiajj awake in realms of light, 
 
 And part from thee my God no more. 
 
B. V. HYMNS. 3% 
 
 I HYMN LXXIX. Long Metre. 
 Longing to be more in love with Chrift a 
 
 1 TESUS, my Lord, I thirft for ihee ; 
 
 ^ Wrapt in thy love my foul would be ; 
 Deicend O thou immortal Dove, 
 And fill me with the Saviour's love. 
 
 2 With zeal I would my Chrift purfue 3 
 And bid created joys adieu ; 
 
 Nor can I give my fplrit reft, 
 Till fully in his love I'm bleft. 
 
 3 O Jefus lead me on my way 9 
 Till I (hall reach eternal day ; 
 Let the attraction of thy love, 
 Bear me away to realms above. 
 
 , 4 There in thofe feas of joy divine^ 
 My foul (hall in full glory fnine ; 
 Gaze on thy beauty and adore 
 My God my all forevermore. 
 
 HYMN LXXX. Common Mstre; 
 Mount Pifgah. 
 i TV TQW on the borders of our land, 
 Jl\ We'll raife a cheerful voice ; 
 And while our fouls thus gazing fland, 
 Let ev'ry heart rejoice. 
 
 2 We'll trim our lamps with grace divinC| 
 And wait our bridegroom's call ; 
 
 We mall with him in glory mine, 
 Where he is all in all. 
 
 3 We are his bride redeem'd with blood, 
 And feal'd upon his bread ; 
 
370 H Y M N S. 15. V, 
 
 And foon he'll take us home to God, 
 To be forever bleft. 
 
 4 And when we hear our-matler call, 
 
 We will with joy obey ; 
 For Jefus is cur all in all, 
 
 Then why lhould we delay ? 
 
 * O what transporting fcenes of joy- 
 Shall open to our view ! 
 
 Eternal anthems our employ, 
 In joys forever new. 
 
 6 Think fellow pilgrims, what delight, 
 
 Shall ravifli every heart ! 
 With Jefus in the realms of light, 
 Where we (hall never part. 
 
 HYMN LXXXI. Long Metre. 
 Longing for more love, 
 
 1 TE3US I love and him adore, 
 
 1 tfut O I fain would love him more ; 
 hiy panting heart would fain be free, 
 And nothing love O Chrlil, but thee. 
 
 2 When I his floop for man review, 
 And tl •■..!■; fjr me he fuffer'd too, 
 
 I gaze, I love, and I adore, 
 
 Yet wonder why I love no more. 
 
 3 When I enjoy a heav'i !y ray 
 I feel my foul is borne away, 
 
 Yet when I o'er his goodnefs rove, 
 Why am I not wrapt up in love ? 
 
 4 I often feel that Chrift is mine 
 And drink at tirnfts the heav'n-Jy wine, 
 
B. V. H Y M N S. 37* 
 
 Yet Lord I wonder I can be 
 
 80 carelefs and fo far from thee, 
 
 5 Well fince my foul belongs to God, 
 
 I'll triumph on the heav'nly road ; 
 
 Trufhng ere long, to take my flight 
 
 To join the fons of perfecl light. 
 
 HYMN LXXXII. Common Metre. 
 No fellow flip with Chrijt and the world* 
 i"\7*£ earthly fcenes, an empty boaft, 
 JL I bid your toys adieu \ 
 
 1 never can enjoy my Chrift 
 
 "While I your charms purfue. 
 
 2 When worldly cares perplex my mind, 
 Or earthly charms allure, 
 
 Nothing but fcenes of death I find, 
 And conftant Eorms endure, 
 
 3 But when my Jefus I enjoy, 
 Though earth and hell fnould frown, 
 
 I'm well, and count the world a toy, 
 For I poffefs a crown. 
 
 4 Then let the world go well or ill, 
 If I keep near my Chrift 
 
 I need not fear for a'l is well, 
 And ev'ry tri-al loft. 
 
 HYMN LXXXIII. Common Metre, 
 
 Soaring after joys divine. 
 1T ORB I can live on hufks no more, 
 
 JL J I pant for joys divine ; 
 My foul to realms of blifs would foar, 
 
 And donk of Jiving wine. H k 
 
373 H Y M N Si B. V. 
 
 2 O for thy wings immortal dove,-. 
 To reach thofe climes of blifs I 
 
 Soon would I folacein thy love, 
 And dwell where Jefus is. 
 
 3 There would I drink immortal joy, 
 And in full glory blaze ; 
 
 Tranfporting themes be my employ, 
 While on my God I gaze. 
 HYMN LXXXIV. Particular Metre.. 
 
 Dejiring no portion but Chrijl, 
 iVTO portion Lord do I defire, 
 JL^I Nor for no other joys afpire. 
 
 Bat thee my Chrifr, thou worthy Lamb, 
 From other loves I would be iree, 
 And know no life nor joy but thee, 
 
 And fpend my days to found thy fame,. 
 
 2 My Cod inflame me with thy love, 
 Give me the meeknefs of the dove, 
 
 And eyes divine that I may fee ; 
 Earth's grandeur I efteem but drofs 3 
 To win the glories of the crefs, . 
 
 And live my Jefus near to thee. ; 
 
 3 And O ! when I fhall once arife 
 To the fair realms above the flues 
 
 Then fhall I fee thee face to face 
 From all thefe dorms, my foul {hall refr, 
 And lean upon thy facred bread, 
 
 And fhout the wonders of toy grace, 
 
 4 There (hall I drink celeftiaPftreams, 
 And ha fit. in heav'n's immortal beams, 
 
 W&h'jby and vigour all divine ; 
 
3. V. HYM N Si. 373: 
 
 There all the heav'nly armies fing 
 Immortal honors to their King, 
 And all as one in glory fiiine. 
 
 KYMN LXXXV. Short Metre,. 
 
 God all in all, 
 
 1 "TSSUS my God is mine, 
 
 I And I have known his love |- 
 Soon I (hall fwim in joys divine, - 
 With all the faints above, 
 
 2 There I ffeal! ever be, 
 
 (Thro* God's unbounded grace) 
 And drink from that eternal fea 
 Of joy and perfetl blifs, 
 
 £ There is no fhades of nighr, 
 
 Where I with God mail reign j 
 But beams of uncreated light 
 
 Spread o'er the heav'nly plain, . 
 
 4 How vaft thofe plea fu res be. 
 Beyond what tongue can tell, 
 
 Where I expeft e'er long to be, 
 And with my Jefus dwell ! 
 
 5 Becaufe my God is good,- 
 I have a portion there ; 
 
 And fince he wafh J d me in his blood, 
 I fhall with angels fhare, 
 
 6 I know he's all my jo^ 3 
 I afk no other food ;. 
 
 His name lhall be my whole employ 9 
 And everlafting good, 
 
37 - 4 K Y M N & BA 
 
 -fj Jefus fince rtiou art mine, 
 
 My life my joy my friend, 
 Let everiafling praife be thine, 
 
 My foul can fay Amen. 
 
 HYMN LXXXVI. Long Metre. 
 
 Afcnfe of being forever with Chrift fur mounts al 
 the trials of the zoay, 
 
 *jT\ CAN it be that I (hall land, 
 
 \^s One day with all the faints above', 
 For to rejoice at Chrift's right hand, 
 In his unbounded fea of love ! 
 
 2 This makes me face a frowning world, 
 And bid their charms and fears adieu ; 
 
 Soon from their rage I fliall be call'd 
 Where joys diivine are ever new, 
 
 3' Thus I could triumph over death, 
 And take with joy my laft remove. 
 
 When I can feel the heav'nly birth 
 Rifing in everlafting love, 
 
 4 O happy hour to take my flight 
 From all remains of death and fin ! 
 
 To reign in thofe fvveet realms of light 
 Where death nor fin will ne'er be feeiu 
 
 5 Some tiroes I feel my portion there, 
 And find my Jefus in my heart, 
 
 Then I triumph o'er all my fear, 
 And bid all earthly charms depart. 
 
 6 In heav'n my only joys fliall be ; 
 I'll have no other peace nor reft ; 
 
BTV. H Y M NS. 
 
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 There mall I reign O God, with thee, 
 With all I want forever bfehV 
 
 HYMN- LXXXVII. Long Metre. 
 No reft for the chrijlian without Chrijl*- 
 i Q INNERS, O God with but a toy 
 
 k3* Can laugh and be amus'd and Ting,. 
 But if I do not thee enjoy 
 
 To me their joys are but a fting. 
 
 2 Since I have known redeeming love, 
 And found immortal pleafures fmil'd^ 
 
 What e'er I do, where e'er I rove, 
 All other joys to me are fpoil'd 
 
 3 I'll bid created blifs adieu, 
 And never afk a portion there, 
 
 While I the fource of joy purfue, > 
 And in immortal glories (h-are, 
 
 4 I afk no life, OChri ft but thee, 
 Nor would I count another love ; 
 
 But where thou art, there I mart be, 
 I can't confent from thee to move, 
 HYMN LXXXVIIL. Particular Metres 
 A fong of praife to the Redeemer. 
 i \ WAKE, awake ten thoufand tongues ? 
 X~Jk. And raife your moll exalted fongs 
 Around the great incarnate name [ 
 While heav'nly love your breafls infpire s ^ 
 Let ivorlds above in fa c red lyre 
 Refound his everlafting fame. 
 2 Ye that have reach'd th* immortal plains 
 Roufe, roufe, your mod exalted drains, 
 And bend your fceptres round his throne ;; 
 
'06 HYMNS. B 
 
 Tell how he threw his glory by, 
 %Vich pity ftoop'd below the fky, 
 
 And made his love to mortals known, 
 
 3 Teli how he bow'd his glorious head 
 Down to the regions of the dead, 
 
 And felt the pangs of hell and death J 
 "What forrows did his foul fuftain 
 "When he endur'd the finners pain. 
 
 And groan'd his laft expiring breath. 
 
 4 Sing how the mighty conquer rofe 
 Triumphing over all his foes, 
 
 And trampled death beneath his feet £ 
 Lift up your headO Adam's race ! 
 And (host the wonders of his grace i 
 
 For you he fills the mercy feat. 
 
 5 Whoever will may mount above, 
 There's none excluded from his love, 
 
 But thofe who choofe the way to hel! ; 
 Hear raorrals, hear the Saviour's voice, 
 Believe and in his love rejoice, 
 
 And in eternal glory dwell. 
 
 HYMN LXXX1X. Common Metre. 
 Heaven enjoyed on earth* 
 i/"^Y THE fweet glimpfes of thy face, 
 
 \Jr My Jefus and my love ! 
 When I can feel thy boundlefs grace 
 I tafte the joys above. 
 
 a Thou art the fource of heav'nly blifs 
 
 And' Angels chief delight ; 
 And where thou art there glory is 
 
 To aH the Ions of light, 
 
0. V. K Y M N S. £M 
 
 3 And fince, O God, that life divine 
 Thou to my .foul hath giv'n, 
 
 When I can feel thy glory fhine 
 My foul enjoys a heav'n. 
 
 4 Thvfelf is .all the heav'n I want % 
 But when a glimpfe I feel. 
 
 My foul for freedom Lord doth pant, 
 That jhe ( may drink her fill. 
 
 HYMN XC. Long Metre. 
 Feeling fame revivals of life divine. 
 
 1 A RISE my foul and foar away, 
 
 JLJw I hear my Saviour's charming voice ^ 
 And when I feel but one frnall ray 
 It makes my panting foul rejoice. 
 
 2 And is my bleffed Jefus nigh ? 
 And art thou calling Lord forme ? 
 
 Yes, for it lifts my foul on high, 
 
 And makes me long with hirn to be 
 
 3 My foul this charming voice purfue, 
 Nor ever from thy leader rove, 
 
 Till thou {ha II bid thefe worlds adieu. 
 Awake, and fwim in boundlefs love. 
 HYMN XCI. Long Metre. 
 Surprifed at God's love. 
 if? O R me dear Saviour haft thou bled ? 
 
 JC Ah i Lord, I feel thy love divine $ 
 Yea thou haft rais'd me from the dead, 
 And gave my foul a life with thine. 
 
 2 O what a thought ! furpris'd I be, 
 
 That God mould floop from realms above v » 
 
3 - 7 8 II Y M N S. Bo V, 
 
 And die to give a wretch like me 
 A raanfion in his boundlefs love. 
 
 3 Imprefs, O thou eternal king, 
 Thefe truths of love on al! mv foul ; 
 
 Thy name I will with wonder fing 
 , When mortal worlds (hall ceafe to roll, 
 
 4 O how tranfported I (hall be 
 When I am quit from all but love ! 
 
 My God and {hall I reign with thee 
 In thine eternal realms above ? 
 
 5 Ah ! it was gcodnefs like thy felt 
 To (loop and take my guilt away ; 
 
 To pluck me from the difmal gulph, 
 And feat me in eternal day. 
 
 HYMN XCII. Long Metre. 
 
 Curfongs of praijc a benefit tons, but not to' God a 
 
 l-O HOULD angels raife eternal ftrains, 
 Js3 Or ceafe to lift a note of praife, 
 Jehovah flill the fame remains, 
 
 Not help'd nor injur'd by their lays. 
 
 2 What then God are notes like mine, 
 So languid on a fingle tongue ? 
 
 Yet when I feel that life divine 
 I love to drain a heav'nly fong. 
 
 3 Sometimes -when I my Jefus fing, 
 It flirs and bears my heart away, 
 
 Then would I flrain the utmoft firing 
 To waft me on the heav'nly way. 
 
 4 But O how low thefe mortal {trains-! 
 Yet will I play on ev'ry ccrd, 
 
B.'V. H Y M N-S. 379 
 
 Until I reach the blifsful plains 
 • To reign ibrever with my Lord. 
 
 HYMN XCIXJ. Long Metre. 
 The christians Jinging on their way. 
 >;,QHALL thofethat tread the road to hell 
 ».\J Go laughing on with merry fongs, 
 And we who'll foon in glory, dwell, 
 With fcarce a note upon our tongues, 
 
 2 Awake O all ye heirs of blifs, 
 And bid your floth and fears adieu. 
 
 Since Chrift is yours,. and you are his, 
 You may fing all your journey through, 
 
 3 Who but the fens of light mould ling? 
 Who elfe can wear a cheerful fmiie ? 
 
 "; They're children of th' eternal King, 
 All others in the road to. hell. 
 
 4 .Lord we would raife our cheerful (trains 
 While through thefe mortal dimes we rove^ 
 
 Then foar to thofe immortal plains 
 To lofe ourfejves in thy great love. 
 HYMN ■ XCIV. Particular Metre. 
 A heavenly rapture. 
 ir\ VTETHLNKS I feel a warm defire, 
 ,,JLV.Jl Enlivened with immortal fire, 
 
 in this lmpnfon-'d heart of mine J 
 And longs to wing Life If away 
 To realms of everlafting day 
 ; To lofty themes and fcenes divine, 
 
 2 In records of eternal fame 
 'There ismy portion, there my name, 
 
 And ihere methinks my God I fee ; I l 
 
3 £o HYMN S. B. V. 
 
 Where angels fail with lofty wing, 
 And feraphs tune th' immortal firings, 
 There, there my fpirit longs to be. 
 
 3 Thofe boundlefs realms of joy divine*, 
 Thofe faints and angels all are mine, 
 
 Jefus my Saviour makes them fo ; 
 And foon he'll call me home to reft 
 Ac his right hand forever bleii, 
 
 With ail that faints or angels know. 
 
 4 There I {hall tread above the liars. 
 And laugh at hell's inteftine jars, 
 
 The fun and moon beneath my feet i 
 There I mail tread the blifsful fhore, 
 And mourn my diflant friend no more, 
 
 Where Tefus reigns there is my feato i 
 
 ,5 Unbounded love will fliine on me, 
 The mighty fiat I fn all fee 
 
 Shine forth in his meridian blaze ; 
 Perfe&ion in transparent light 
 Shining beyond conception brighf, 
 
 Calls ev'ry pow'r aloft to gaze. 
 
 6 Thus gazing with delight I flanc, 
 Surprifing fcenes on either hand, 
 
 To fuck me in their. joyful tide ; 
 The more I fee the more I love, 
 My raptur'd foul flill foars above, 
 
 From pole to pole in wonders glide. 
 
 n Thus burning in the facred flame, 
 }^,Oit to the Mate from whence I came, 
 Nor room lo afl; how, wherever when ; 
 
B.V. U Y M N S.\ s'8-t 
 
 The prefent fcenes engage my foul, 
 And ev'ry pow'r of thought controul, 
 I'm loll with joy in God, Amen. 
 
 HYMN XCV. Long Metre, 
 
 The ckrijlian's theme, 
 
 i IT ET earthly minds feed on a dream, 
 
 _f. J And make an empty found their theme 3 
 Jefus (hali dwell upon my tongue, 
 His dying love fhaii be my fong. 
 
 2 His name deferves my heart and voice £ 
 This is the name makes me rejoice, 
 
 Nor dare I boaft another name, 
 Therefore this Chrift fnall be ray theme »- 
 
 3 Was I to fpeak of joys above 3 
 • This Jefus is their fea of Jove % 
 
 Or if I tell of joys beiow, 
 
 This Chrift ifall the foul can know, 
 
 4 Should I of wifdom think to tell, 
 There's none but what .in him doth dwell % 
 Or fpeak of beauties here I'm charm'dj 
 While others ail appear deform'd, 
 
 5 If I am afie'd to tell his name, 
 It's Love \ his nature is the fame ; 
 Goodnefs he is ; a boundlefs fea, 
 And loves that goodnefs to difplay, 
 
 6 He loves to help the vile and poor | 
 Ke fpreads his love at ev'ry door, 
 He ukes delight to raife the dead, 
 And fills the hungry foul with bread a 
 
3$2 H Y M N S. B. V. 
 
 7 This is the C h r i ft I would adore, 
 "Whofe love hath neither bound nor more ; 
 But O his worth I ne'er can telK 
 
 If on the theme I ever dwell, 
 
 8 Yet I fo much have felt his name, 
 It fhall forever be my theme ; 
 
 But loft in wonder I {ball be, 
 Long as I fail the boundiefs fea. 
 
 HYMN XCVI. Long Metre. 
 Chrijl toorthy cf all love and adoration* 
 
 WORTHY art thou immortal Lamb, 
 To be the whole creation's theme j 
 JAy heart all ravifii'd longs to raife 
 My notes cf love in heav'nly lays. 
 
 2 I feel my foul in love with ib.ee. 
 And with thee pants and longs to be 
 "Where no intruding thought fhall move 
 To interrupt my charms of love. - 
 
 3 Thy charms dear Chrift attracl my foul, 
 And- fhall my firongeft pow'rs controul ; 
 I'll praife thee while this earth I rove, 
 And in eternal realms above. 
 
 HYMN XCVII. Lang Metre. 
 Feeling of Chrift' s love, and panting for more 
 
 SWEET are the rays of facred love ! 
 They call my foul to realms above ; 
 liirop the earth, difdain her charms, 
 O hand me to my Saviour's arms. 
 
 2 Some rays cf love divine I feel, 
 Cheers all my foul, allures my will,.. 
 
B. V. H Y M N S. 385 
 
 But O for a more fpeedy flight 
 
 To bear me home to realms of light ! 
 
 3 If Chrifi hath made falvation mine, 
 Let me poflefs my realm divine ; 
 Thofe climes tranfporting let me fee, 
 And ever with my Jefus be. 
 
 4 O happy morn, when all my foul 
 Is ravifti'd with my love, my all ! 
 My lieart inflam'd with facred fire, 
 Shall ever join feraphic lyre. 
 
 HYMN XCVIJl* Long Metre. 
 A morning walk, 
 
 1 /^\UICK as the folar beams difplay, 
 \^£ And night's black veil is thrown aGde: 
 
 In hopes to meet a brighter day, 
 I rife in themes divine to glide. 
 
 2 I tread the meads, and walk the grove, 
 Where morning fongfiers chant their layy 
 
 While I purfue myheav'nlv love, 
 And notes of facred pleature raife. 
 
 3 The earth refrefivd with beams that ihine 
 From this bright fun that gilds the day, 
 
 While I am Melt with beams divine 
 That takes my midnight veil away. 
 
 4 Soon as I meet theheav'nly morn, 
 1 £ng for joy and mount on high, 
 
 My glooms, my fears, my foes are gone ? 
 And O I find mv T efus nigh ! 
 
 5 ■ And will not mortals leave their bed 
 
 To- feek and meet a friend like thi.s ; I i 2 
 
3»4 H Y M N S. B. V. 
 
 While he around their dcors doth tread, 
 And courts them to his arms of blifs ? 
 
 6 My fou! no more aflame thy fhroud 
 
 Of carnal floih or needlefs fieep, 
 Thy Jefus for tbee calls aloud, . 
 
 And o'er thy fiumb'ring hours doth weep* 
 
 7 Dwell O my Chriil. with life divine, 
 
 Refifllefs vigour in my foul ; 
 And may I tread in fieps of thine 
 
 Till mortal changes ceafe to roll, 
 
 3 Then will I qjtit thefe (hades of nighty 
 And mount upon the morning wing 
 
 To climes of uncreated light, 
 
 Where ferapbs drain th' immortal firing.. 
 
 g Thsre Mhalt with my Jefus d^ell 
 In dazz'nng beams of blazing love, 
 Mv joys no cherub's tongue can tell, 
 Ivly Ghrilt is all the joys above. 
 
 HYMN XCIX. ' Long lieire. 
 A univtrjaljbng. 
 
 1 A WAKE my foul, ftretch ev'ry though* ; 
 1~\ Praife bira to whom- all praife belongs 
 
 The wonder-s-that his love hath wrought. 
 Demands a universal fong. 
 
 2 He rais'd the univerfal frame, . 
 And bid their wheels in order move 3 
 
 Then let created realms proclaim, 
 His wifdom and immortal love. 
 
 3 Roufc earth with all your beaut'ous form: r . 
 Aid found abroad your maker's frill ; 
 
B, -V.'. H Y M N Si 3S.5 
 
 Ye lofty heights, and grov'Iing worms, 
 Refound his praife from hill to hill. - 
 
 4 Awake thou beli'wing ocean wide, 
 Roufe all ilie tenants of your deep ; 
 
 And let the murmurs of your tide, 
 Boil up, and in his praifes leap. 
 
 5 Ye cragged rocks- around the main ? 
 And fragrant flow'rs of ev'ry hue, 
 
 With the tall cedars of the plain. 
 AH join to praife your maker too, 
 
 6 Ye howling beafts that roam the wooclj 
 And feed upon your maker's hand, 
 
 Roar out the praifes of your God, 
 
 And bow your ftrength at his command, 
 
 7 Ye winged troops of every kind < 
 That fail and crcfs the fluid air ; 
 
 (Since for his praife ye were defign'd) 
 From pole to pole his name declare. 
 
 3 Ye fparkling globes that drefs the night 3 
 And tread your orbit fpheres 'o true. 
 
 While ye refiecl a glimpfe of light 
 Roll round and fpeak -hii praifes too. 
 
 9 And ye bright climes where angels dwell,-'-- 
 E/rilnren'a with immortal flame, 
 
 Roufe all your fofls, they beH can tell 
 The g'ories of your maker's name, 
 
 10 And O ye crowds of Adam's race, , 
 Awake and bid yemr floth adisu - 3 ; 
 
$6 HYMN S.- B.V.- 
 
 Crowd in the courts of bound lefs grace, 
 And fing Jehovah's praffes too, 
 
 11 And ye, O difentangled faints, 
 
 "Who tread the blifsfu! plains above, 
 Soar in your mod exalted drains 
 
 To (hout your great Redeemer's love, 
 *2 Now let the universal throncr 
 
 With ardour drain the utrnofl firing ; 
 Amen, to God, all praife belongs, 
 
 Ke is the univerfal King. 
 
 HYMN C. Long Metre. 
 Afiort addrefs to the christians, with a few 
 thought* on my own departure and immortal 
 glory through Chrifl. 
 
 3 \T^ ( ° l ' he P^g r ^ ms born of God, 
 
 li In jefus name thefe lines I hand, 
 To cheer you on your chriftian road 
 And point you to the heav'nly land. 
 
 2 Yv'hen I am gone and ye furvive, 
 Make the Redeemer's name your theme j. 
 
 And while thefe mortal climes ye rove, 
 The wonders of his love proclaim. 
 
 3 Soon I (hail end this rapid race, 
 
 And tread your mortal climes no more ; 
 But through Jehovah's boundlefs grace, 
 Safe (hall I reach the heav'nly 'hore. 
 
 4 No diffajnt fnace to take my flight. 
 When 1 (hall clofj thefe mortal eyes, 
 
 But in eternal realms of light 
 
 Awa'ifi with pleafure and furprife. 
 
E.'V. HT M'N 3. 
 
 5 O what tranfporting feas of blifs ! 
 
 I then (hail fail with fweet delight ! 
 There God my tailing portion is, 
 Shining beyond conception bright. 
 
 6 How will the heav'n-tranfporting b!aze ? 
 The pow'rs of all my foul employ ! 
 
 I foanng (hil aloft (hall ^aze 
 On that eternal fource of joy. - 
 
 7 Though millions are the hofls abovej - 
 They now in God are all but one ; • 
 
 And all fo ravifh'd with his love, 
 They nothing know but God alone, 
 
 8 My foul fo ravifh'd in that fea, 
 
 &T : 
 
 I've loft mvfelr and vi 
 
 one iincy 
 
 gaze; 
 
 This God is all I feel or iee s -. 
 I'm loll in his meridian blaze I 
 
 9 I drink, I foar, I saze I rove," 
 O'er the tranfparent fcenes of hllCs) 
 
 Still loft with wonder in his love ; 
 My foul ! and what a God is this. 
 
 io Ten thbufand blazing realms of light ! 
 
 Proclaim their God. am! fay. Amen ! 
 My foul Hill foaring in her flight, - 
 My God is ail, I drop my pen, - 
 HYMN CI. Particular Metre, By 3.' R; 
 A call to f rivers. ■ 
 
 OChriftlefs fouls, to hell you are expos'd 
 • And in the bonds of fin you are enelos'd ; 
 Your (lender thread of life it foon may break 
 And into hell your wretched fouls may fhake - 
 
383 HYMNS.' B.V„ 
 
 2 And Jefus at your floor doth knocking fland, 
 And ftretchcs out to you his bleeding hand ; 
 And faith, poor finners, leave your damning fin f 
 And fly to me, and I will take you in. 
 
 3 My blood will waft away your deepefi fiain5, 
 My blood will cleanfe you from your fouleft fins, 
 My blood will make your fouls both clean and 
 
 white, 
 My blood will make you lovely in my fight. 
 
 4 Come to my open arms without delay 
 Nor put me off until another^day ; 
 
 O ! be not eafy in your wf etched ftate, 
 Left you have caufe to cry too late, too late, 
 
 5 Now is the time I will your fin forgive, 
 Now is the time I wiil your fouls receive, 
 Now is the time, come, come dear iouls away ? 
 And fwim with me in love's unbounded fea. 
 
 6 Come dive with me in life's eternal ilream, 
 Quit all thofe vain delights, this life's a dream ? 
 Come feaft your fouls on love's eternal good 3 
 And dwell forever with a God that's good. 
 
 F I N I 6V 
 
Theiirfl line.of figures in this Table 
 
 refers to the Book, and the other to the num- 
 
 ber of the Hvnin, 
 
 AH think my .foul how blelt are they 
 A finner Lord condemn'd to die 
 Adieu vain world with all your gain 
 A guilty flarving wretch I be 
 Awake my foul, gaze and wonder 
 Awake, arife ye carnal fouls 
 All hail ! all haii ! methinks I hear 
 Awake ye forts of Adam's cace 
 Awake unfeeling fouls awake 
 All haii ! all hall ye fculi who dwell 
 Arife, O youth with ail thy foul 
 Awake, awake O youth arife 
 Amazing fight the Saviour (lands 
 Arife O all ye faints and f.ng 
 Awake ye dying faints awake 
 Awake, O guilty world awake 
 Amazing love, unbounded grace 
 And didft thou die for me 
 All haii thou. lovely Lamb of God 
 As boundlefs as the realms above 
 Adieu to earth wiihall your joys 
 All glory to the God in clay 
 A begger Lord behold I (land 
 As pilgrims wilh their red to find 
 Among ten thoufand hateful foes 
 
 B. H. 
 
 Awake my heart rejoice and f:rg 
 
 I 
 
 4 
 
 1 
 
 42 
 
 1 
 
 63 
 
 1 
 
 7-1 
 
 1 
 
 79 
 
 1 
 
 84 
 
 2 
 
 Q 
 
 2 
 
 *3 
 
 2 
 
 *5 
 
 2 
 
 18 
 
 2 
 
 >9 
 
 2 
 
 26 
 
 2 
 
 37 
 
 2 
 
 54 
 
 2 
 
 5o 
 
 2 
 
 51 
 
 2 
 
 64 
 
 2 
 
 7 1 
 
 2 
 
 7 6 
 
 2 
 
 90 
 
 
 7 6 
 
 4 
 
 2 
 
 4 
 
 52 
 
 4 
 
 73 
 
 4 
 
 89 
 
 5 
 
 h 
 
TABLE. 
 
 All Kail thou prince of peace 
 A God omnipotent I own 
 Awake my foul with pleafure fing 
 As near to Calvary I pafs 
 .Away ye earthly charms away 
 All hail incarnate lover hail 
 Awake my foul ftretch ev'ry thought 
 Awake, awake ten thoufand tongues 
 Arife my foul and foar away 
 
 3 
 
 BOLD wretch indeed, -&c. 
 Bleft be the name that's &c e 
 i:Ser;oId the friend of finners dies 
 JBlefs us this day O Lord our God 
 Bleft are the fouls that ever knew 
 Breathe, on my foul O ! breath divine 
 Blcfl are the fonls that know the Lord 
 Bleft be the Lord that we may part 
 Break facred morn with beams of light 
 Breathe on my foul O ! facred dove 
 Bear me O thou immortal dove 
 Bleft morn when I ihall land 
 
 COME ye that are refolv'd to fee 
 Come pilgrims let us praife &c 
 Come pilgrims lift your joyful firains 
 Come trembitng fouls forget your fear 
 Come cheerful pilgrims let us join 
 Come ye that know the bicifed name 
 Qan I forget that dreadful day 
 £ome l~t us join -in bevt ir.dhand 
 
 5 
 
 1C 
 
 5 
 
 18 
 
 5 
 
 35 
 
 5 
 
 5* 
 
 5 
 
 6o 
 
 5 
 
 75 
 
 5 
 
 99 
 
 5 
 
 88 
 
 5 
 
 9° 
 
 i 
 
 39 
 
 2 
 
 5 
 
 2 
 
 45 
 
 2 
 
 52 
 
 3 
 
 »4 
 
 o 
 o 
 
 62 
 
 4 
 
 9 
 
 4 
 
 53 
 
 5 
 
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 Cleanfe me O God by grace divine 
 Come pilgrims let our hearts arife 
 Come prince of peace mv foes detlroy 
 Come night and fpread rhy fable wings 
 Could heav'n's eternal grandeur move 
 Come faith the Lord O finnerscome 
 Ceafe, ceafe ve foes of God to tell 
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 D^ATH reign'd with vigour &c. 
 Dark and diftrefiing was the day 
 Dark was the day our fears were great 
 P^wn from the glorious realms above 
 
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 JLlj TERNAL praifes to thv name 5 44 
 
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 FIOM durft we wretched &c. 
 Freely I hear the fon of God 
 Fellow pilgrims let us join 
 Free is the mercy of our God 
 Farewell ye happy faints of God 
 From the remains of fin 
 Far from my father's houfe I rove 
 For me dear Saviour haft thou bled 
 Forever blefTed be thy name 
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 GOOD Lord what (hall I do 
 Go forth ye heralds of the Lord 
 Glad news to men the prince of peace 
 Good news for you, O AdarnVnce 
 Glad tidings to our world is come 
 ^-Glad tidinps to the world is come 
 
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 Great was thy love O God to me 
 Great was the Saviours fove 
 Great was thy goodnefs O my God 
 Great is the grace of God to me 
 Great was the peace my foul enjoy 'd 
 Great did ;hv love and pity reign 
 Great are the joys of Saints above 
 Great was the ftoop great was the iove 
 God is my onlv friend 
 God is my ail I feel his ^race 
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 OW vain the wrerch &c. 
 JL Hard heart of mine O that &e>. 
 Kuv,e mercy on me Lord 
 High was the crime, great was the fall 
 How happy was the ftroke of death 
 How long fha.ll I in darknefs go 
 JHo-v iong Lord mufl I wade 
 Here in thy prefence O our God 
 Ho ail ye wand'ring iens cf men 
 How daring is the wretch profane 
 Hark O ye fons of Adam hear 
 How oft unthinking failors feel 
 How great O Jefus was thy love 
 How oft in exile paths J rove 
 How could Jehovah Rood fo low 
 Hoftnna to the bleed w.g Lamb 
 Hew pants my foui to lee thy fa^e 
 How can poor mortals ever praife 
 How fad and heavy is mv day 
 How bappy are the fainis 
 
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 How can a fou! fo fenfelefs be 
 Have I been bleft with grace divine 
 Had I ten thoufand tongues 
 Hafte dear Jefus, hafle I pray 
 How dark and gloomy is the night 
 How long and tedious is the night 
 Hail ye dar-k tenants of the earth 
 Hail happy mom I gladly rife 
 Hark is my Jefns paffing by 
 Hark glad tidings to the thepherds 
 How bleR beyond what tongue can i ell 
 How great thy love O prince of peace 
 How vaft Moriah is thy load 
 Here gladly at thy feet I fall 
 Hear O ye ftarving world ings hear 
 How many haplefs men will fel I 
 Hofanna to the Lamb 
 
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 IMMORTAL honors to the King 2 
 
 I choofe the Lord for all my joy 2 
 
 1 wander like a captive (lave 2 
 
 I would be wholly for my God- 2 
 
 Is that the Son of God who crie* 2 
 
 It was a happy hour 3. 
 
 If I the Saviour knew 3 
 
 I'll btefs thee O my God of love 3 
 
 It was the uncreated word 3 
 
 I lift my tout on high 5 
 
 If God fo lov'd our race 5 
 
 It there a God and is he mine 5 
 
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 Jefus the Lord is paffrng by 
 Jefus from the bright realms above 
 Jefa.s in my youthful bloom 
 
 is my Lord increafe my faith 
 j^ias my foul would fain abide 
 Jefus the LorJ forever rci^n 
 Tefus mv foul doth iona to know 
 {efus the Lord is mine 
 Jefus my Lord I thirfl for thee 
 Jefus I love arid him adore 
 J -Jus my God is mine 
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 ON T G hive I trocle the 1*3v »o hell 
 I Lord I am voting but foon may go 
 .Lori! what a wretched foul am I 
 Lord God of qrare I fee"! I fee 
 Let ev'ry foul r?dr?m'd from death 
 Lord I'el m^ never 20 
 Lo-r haye I trocfe th^ downward road 
 1 oo'< down O God from realms above 
 ne n o I on jre r go 
 I b"ui n.tn fee 
 ; have i" drove my flefh to pleafe 
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 Lord what a wretched foul am I 
 Lord he'D me fo to run the race 
 Look on the finking world O God 
 Long has the world in darknefs dwelt 
 Lord in the chariot of thy word 
 Lord why mould finners go to hell 
 Long has the Saviour call'd for thee 
 Lord I lay me down to reft 
 Lo: d how it grieves my wounded heart 
 Long nights of darknefs and of grief 
 Let ev'ry morning O my God 
 Lord God I feel my ftupid frame 
 Let not the fons of Jefus call 
 Lord fill rcy heart with love divine 
 Lord Jefus let thy truth appear 
 Lead me O Jefus in my youth 
 Long have I wanderd from my God 
 Lord my foul doth now afpire 
 Lord Jefus let me fee 
 Lord I have caufe to be aftam'd 
 Lord God 1 pant for thee 
 Lord thou baft bo't me with thy blood 
 Let others their falvation reft 
 Lord fince thou pluck'd me from the gulf 5 
 Let univerfal plains 
 Lead me O thou immortal dove 
 Lord 1 can live on hu&s no more 
 Let earthly minds feed on a dream 
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 My Too! reviews the happy day . 
 
 My foul O God afpires to be 
 
 My life and fou! to thee Q God 
 
 My God doth not delay 
 
 Much more O God I fain would be 
 
 Mount my fou! en wihgs triumphant 
 
 My foul furmounts the rage of death 
 
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 My foul embrace the Saviour's crefs 
 
 My father muO I longer be 
 
 My fou! leave al! below 
 
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 NJ peace O Jefus but in thee 
 No longer will I feek for joys 
 ere we'll talk of Adam's fin 
 Nations attend let ev'ry mortal hear 
 No mortal tongue can ever tell 
 None but the fol'fwers of the Lamb 
 Now with the morn my foul a rife 
 No more ye foli ; wcrs of the Lamb 
 Now pilgrims let us go in peace 
 Not crow us nor worlds O God I crave 
 Now can try -foul in God rejoice 
 Now en the borders of our land 
 No portion Lord clo I defirs 
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 O what a wretched firmer Lord 
 
 O what a wretched fiate I'm in 
 
 O is the king of terrors come 
 
 O what a Rate my foul is in 
 
 O was my iot among the faints 
 
 O wretched foul I now begin 
 
 O what a huro'en'd foul am I 
 
 O ihou lhat (iocp'd from realms of light 
 
 G what a harden'd wretch am I 
 
 O what a load of fin 
 
 O Lord how dang'rous is the place 
 
 O how I (hudder ori she brink 
 
 O help a fmner Lord I pray 
 
 O what a heart have I 
 
 O could I once but really know 
 
 O what a poor benighted mind 
 
 O je&s (hail I ever be 
 
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 O I am bound with iron chains 
 
 O c?n it ever be 
 
 O when will jefus come 
 
 O for fome hand that can relieve 
 
 O what a poor unhappy foul 
 
 O what a load of guilt I feel 
 
 O might our fouls this day enjoy 
 
 O come thou Lamb of God we pray 
 
 O fum ye prifoners of hope 
 
 O turn ye dying fons of men 
 
 O Jefus come thy kingdom fpread 
 
 O how kind ihe heav'nly powers 
 
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 O Hafte away ten thonfand fouls 
 
 O fpread thy faving name abroad 
 
 O Tinners fJy 10 Jefus' arms 
 
 O could I tread from pole to pole 
 
 O when dear Jefus fliall I be 
 
 O finners make the Saviour room 
 
 O finners hear the gofpel call 
 
 O how unbounded was that love 
 
 O Lord how can I live 
 
 O for the foirit of the dove 
 
 On earth I know immortal love 
 
 O what are ail theie earthly toys 
 
 O for the name of Chrift impreft 
 
 O helplefs wretched foul am I 
 
 O happy youth wjio in the bloom 
 
 O the dead Irate of Adam's race 
 
 O how diilreiTing was the fcene 
 
 Once oo the brink of endiefs death 
 
 O might I always feel the pow'r 
 
 O happy hour and fweet the place 
 
 O that I knew it was the cafe 
 
 Once more we'll join before me part 
 
 O my Jefus live with me 
 
 O Lord I count a!i things but lofs 
 
 O for a taOe of life divine 
 
 O what a wand'nr.g foul am I 
 
 O for a heart my God to love 
 
 O could 1 find a humble place 
 
 O how unguarded Lord am I 
 
 O how I've left my Chrift my God 
 
 O could my foul this morning rife 
 
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 O what a portion have the faints 
 
 G happy ftate to be fo bleft 
 
 O Jefus let me often taOe 
 
 O God how (hall I tell 
 
 O what a blefling have I found 
 
 Once did my foul unguarded lay 
 
 O Jefus take away 
 
 O was it for my wretched foul 
 
 O Jefus could my foul believe 
 
 O has Jehovah thought on me ' 
 
 O joys of heav'n's immortal throng " 
 
 O give me firength of living faith 
 
 O could I live but near my Cod 
 
 O thought how blefl the faints above 
 
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 O when will thefe black clouds depart 
 
 O God my heart is hard 
 
 O cutting doubts when (hail I know 
 
 O Jefus at thy feet I fall 
 
 O muft I wander all my days 
 
 O God break in my heart with love 
 
 O that I might forever be 
 
 O Jefus with me go ■ 
 
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 O thou that bought my foul with love 
 
 O how I feel thofe foes within 
 
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 O that my foul might always be 
 O God my broken groans attend 
 O God inflame my foul with love 
 Once did my foul rejoice 
 O give me nothing but the Lamb 
 O happy fouls alive to God 
 O couid I mount above the fkies 
 O Jefus with thy charms 
 O let me breathe in realms divine 
 O Jefus (hall I ever dwell 
 O Lord my God thou art my all 
 O give me bleflkd Jefus give 
 One fpark O God of heav'nly fire 
 O happy difentangled faints 
 O what a bleft tranfporting ray 
 O what an emptytoy 
 O what amazing love is this 
 O how the thought attracts my heart 
 O can it be that I (hall land 
 O the fweet glimpfes of thy face 
 O Clvriftlefs fouls to hell you are expos'd 
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 Pilgrims let us join to fing 
 Pilgrims let us all engage 
 Pilgrims lift your beads to fing 
 
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 Rejoice ye lovers of the Lord 5 11 
 
 Roufe all ye tenants of the earth 5 41 
 
 Rif? heav'nly fun with rays divine 3 63 
 
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 SAY men of pleafure men of !uft 1 22 
 
 Soon I mult hear the foieran call 1 41 
 
 Swift has th' immortal fpirit fled 1 45 
 
 See, fee what heavy clouds anfe 1 50 
 
 Soon (hall I feel the pangs of death 1 6q 
 
 Sinners behold the Saviour (lands 2 12 
 
 Sinners anfe you're cail'd avvav 2 15 
 
 S-e how the great Me Hi ah bleeds 2 25 
 
 Sinner arife, he Saviour's come 2 49 
 
 Swe?t is the name of Chri-ft the Lamb 2 61 
 
 Sinners the Lord would fave 2 63 
 
 Sinners attend the Saviour's come 2 &M 
 
 Sinners behold your Saviour God 2 82 
 
 Sweet was the day and great the joy 3 5 
 
 Sinners this day the Saviour (lands 3 1 1 
 
 Shout all ye armies of the (Icy 3*8 
 
 Some happy days 1 find below 3 39 
 
 Should I be cail'd to ditlaiu wilds 3 8~ 
 
 Soon (hall I quit this mortal (We 3 8(3 
 
 Shew me O God how ftands the cafe 4 85 
 
 Strange that a foul who ever knew 4 Qq 
 
 Say bieffed God where fhali I go 4 93 
 
 S:jig on ye. pilgrims bound to heav'n 5 12 
 
 Should' heav'n command. &c. 5 4o 
 
 Sweet is the converfe with my God 5 52 
 
 Shout brethren for the Lord hash broke 5 76 
 
 Sinners (O God) with but a toy 5 87 
 
TABLE. 
 
 Should angels raife eternal drains 
 Should thofe who tread the road to hell 
 Sweet are the rays of facred love 
 
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 TREMBLING O God, &c. 
 The world from chriftians, &c. 
 To God the great, the good, the wife 
 Teach me O God I pray 
 Too long my foul has fed on toys 
 To thee, to thee O God I call 
 To thee O God I fain would cry 
 Tell a poor foul that I may find 
 Thy fpirit Lord alone 
 'Twas God himfeif became the Lamb 
 The Saviour's grace is free 
 This worid wi:h all her joys 
 Ten thoufand praifes to the hand 
 This world is but an empty found 
 Too often O my blefied God 
 Ten thoufand praifes to thy name 
 .Think O my foul how bleii are ihey 
 Ten thoufand thoufand praifes be 
 To praife the bleeding Lamb 
 This life's a blaft, this world's a cheat 
 7eil me fome friend where fhali I go 
 To you who love my Chrift I'H tell 
 Think O my foul what thou haft done 
 Ten thoufand praifes to the Lamb 
 This evening O my God to thee 
 Tho' faints pafs thro' fome trying days 
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 That living faith O God I need 
 There's none can tell or yet conceive 
 Ten thoufand foLlo.wers of the Lamb 
 This world with all its charms 
 Too long I have abus'd thy grace 
 Tell me no more of earthly friends 
 The prince of peace is come 
 Tis we that may rejoice 
 Think O my foul thou art to land 
 Thou art my all O Lamb of God 
 Twas love without a bound or fhore 
 
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 \_/ Unnurober'd fouls by unbelief 
 Undaunted O my foul go on 
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 VAIN world ! vain world &r, 
 Vile wretch I am where (ball I flee 
 Vain world adieu with all your toys 
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 WHY wretched mortal <?:c. 
 When Adam flood in light 
 While in life's bloom O God of grace 
 When paradife was funk by fin 
 What heart can think &c. 
 Was e'er a wretch fo hard as I 
 While failtfrs bleft with wind and tide 
 What a wand 'ring wretch am I 
 When (hall I know my foul doih Hand 
 "iVhile the fjwift wings of time doth fly 
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 Why will ye die C wretched men 
 Who can or dares refufe to love 
 Whac foiemn groans are thofe I hear 
 Where faith the mourners is this Chrift 
 What more could Jefus do 
 Why mortals will you thus blafpheme 
 While I am bleft with youthful bloom 
 Why faith (he Lord O fmners why 
 Why did Jehovah think on me 
 "With God's people let us go 
 When I was trembling on the brink 
 W ? hen I can find my Saviour nigh 
 Why (hould we p'lgrims mournincr go 
 When I from my beloved, hVe 
 With joy O God I all refi.^n 
 W 7 hat (hall we render to thy name 
 Why fiiould I ftarve my hungry mind 
 Who will expel thefe {hades of night 
 When will the bleft immortal dove 
 When (hail my fcul from doubts be free 4 7: 
 Without a doubt O could I know 
 When Jefus fmiles on me 
 W T hat devaftations de3th has made 
 What heav'nly fcenes on earrh 
 We pilgrims Lord implore thy hand 
 Wei! fordid minds ) our earth purfue 
 Where what or who art thou great God 
 When I enjoy the love of Chrift 
 Worthy art thou immortal Lamb 
 Wfe'y co ye mourn ye bicffcd faints 
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 "\7" E who profane your maker's name 1 56 
 
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 Ye folPwers of the heav'nly king 2 85 
 
 Ye foil'wers of the Lamb who mourn 4 29 
 
 Ye who in Jefus dwell 5 50 
 
 Ye earthly Scenes an empty boaft 5 82 
 
 A jliort account of the death of Henry A l line* 
 the author of the foregoing HYMNS — Being 
 the extract of a letter fent to Mr. William Al- 
 line, his father, by Mr. David M'Clure (then 
 Minijier of North- Hill J theperfon with whom 
 he died, 
 
 January 22, 1 784. 
 
 HE arrived at my houie accompanied bv Mr. 
 M'Clintock, mimfter of Greenland, very 
 fcebie, to appearance in the lad ftage of an hetick, 
 and much oppreft with the aflhma cough. 
 
 25— He rode to the meeting-houfe and prea- 
 ched from Luke 19-— 51b. — On the 28th an ab- 
 fcefs broke, after which he was able to fet up 
 a little. 
 
 29.- — Growing weaker, and expecling death, 
 approaching, he committed to my care Ins pa- 
 pers and effecrr : with directions to be careful 
 
 01 
 
 uumber of Hymns which he had prepared to 
 
 & — and to write to his friends. 
 
Death of Mr. He i.' r y A-Uine, 
 
 30.' — He grew worfe, and told me he was s. 
 going ; and faid he put his truft in none but 
 Chriji ! the Dottor that had attended him du- 
 ring his flay at my boufe afked him how he 
 did, he told him he had nothing to promife him- 
 felfas to this life, but faid, I am going, and tit- 
 ling to go ; becaufe I have a friend that wiilj up- 
 port vie in death. 
 
 31. — I found that his ftrengrth began to -decay 
 raptdly, and he defired me to let down and write 
 fome things refpecling his life, having a defire 
 that poor fmners fhould be made acquainted with 
 fome remarkable providences of God towards 
 him, but he was too weak to converfe, and faid 
 he mud put it ofT. He cnofe to converfe on no 
 fubjeel but Chrift, and the love of Gocl in our re- 
 demption.— I told him he was approaching to 
 his welcome journey, he faid with great earneft- 
 nefs ! I hngfer it ! I told him that the pro- 
 mife of the gofpel was a divine fupport. he told 
 me it was, but the promifer zvas greater than the 
 -promife, and he zoas with him. He grew very 
 weak, and the laft words which he fpoke intelli- 
 gible, .was, in the (trains of his general converfa- 
 rion, ! rejoice in the Lord jfefus Chriji ! and 
 between three and four o'clock -on the In ft day 
 of February, he breathed out his foul into the 
 arms of the Lord Jefus, whom he longed tc be 
 with, 
 
 THE END,