mSShw mm* hmi wm Wmm Nfi ma Q Q Z >- OS < (0 z IL z o i LI H ui >. ffl s h, to < Q I < a J >• >■ < u a < a 5 3 u K Id a kl m 3 111 I X j 1- s P < u X X h Ll O H Z u. - 5 j > u 01 1- bl U z £ a. 1 K 4 8eei Q>l I ^> yj b. ii PSAL M^amf^^ AND SPIRITUAL SONGS SELECTED FROM VARIOUS AUTHORS ; Andpublifhed by a Committee of the Convention the Churches, believing in the RES1ITUTION OF ALI^MEl MET IN PHILADELPHIA, MAY 2$, I7Qly O praife the Lord all ye nations ; praife him all \ people. For his merciful kindnefs is great tow jr L t the truth of the Lord cndurttb for ever Pra : f- ye tJ Lmd ' PSALM CH,; PHILADELPHIA: Printed by Thomas Dobson, at the Stomi* House, No. 41, Second-Street. MjDCCpXCI^ HYMNS By JAMES RELL Y. I. Common Metre. For it pkaf€d, that in him Jhould all fidnefs d Humbled in poverty and pain, Temptation fore, contempt and (corn-, That curfe of ours for to fuftain, Was the eternal Father born. | Empty'd of all, but tort' ring fmart ; His honor and his judgment loft j Deep A2 f C 4 ] Deep, unknown forrows fill'd his heart, His foul with fierce temptations toil. 8 By this, the everlafting grace, And nature-love of God appears ; By this we fee the Father's face, Where loft are all our fins and fears. III. Short Metre. J" am tie ittic vine, and my Father Is the hufbandman* John xv. i. i J ESUS, the grace reveal'd, The great falvation fhewn, The fum of love's decrees unfeal'd,' The plant of great renown. 2 Rais'd by the Father's grace, The plant of his right hand, To reprefent before his face, The fouls from ev'ry land. 3 Plant of the Father's* care, On whom his love did ihine ; The branches in him hidden were, 'Till he grew to a vine. 4 The eternal hufbandman, To make the branches pure, . In wifdom infinite began Our barrenneis to cure. 3 He C->3"; j He then this vine would drefs, Whilft love his hand did urge, That ev'iy branch in righteoufhefs, He in one vine might purge. i From each fuperfl'ous fhoot, The buds of man's offence ; This to deftroy he purg'd the root, And in it ev'ry branch. 1 With bruifes was he drefl, And naiTd up to a tree j T he pruning hook his foul oppreft, That he might fruitful be. J He was not pnrg'd in vain. But did his ilrength recruit ; And when was fininYd all his pain, There then appear'd his fruit. ► DiftilPd from all his fmart The holy unclion ran ; This is the wine that chears the heart, The heart of God and man. "With us he doth abound, As branches, he the Item : From him our fruitfulnefs is found, And fhall remain in him. 1 Hence fhall our joys arife, And ev'ry hour improve, A 3 Whilft [ 6 ] Whilft, in his fmoaking facrifice, God hears our fongs above. IV. Long Metre. If Can a 'woman fov get her /tickling child, that /hefootild not have companion on the Jon of her u // /ffr- /let /fc, L*,rC »*^ dt ^ w/^ft &<~ r»-> ^ 1 c - o^S p ff. Z2 o 1. I o 53 jj- >i( « O »-t 3 P - p rt- p If) 5/P p 3' S £*§. o-cr cr en *g. 5' P OQ P . < tn " era o w g.g ft C » ] Prepares for me a feat in heaVn, And keeps my joy fecure. 7 In him accepted ; and, as him, Receiv'd in realms above ; In him I triumph, foar, and fwim, In everlaiting love. 8 All my religion and my life Art thou, my Lamb, my God ; I'm fix'd ; from hence my future ffrife Shail be to praife thy blood VII. Common metre. IhadjaintedyUnleJs I had belie-ved.—Yfa. xxvii. i-> 4 1 SHEW me the reafon, O my God, Why I .afflitfed am ; Since thou haft wafh'd me in thy bloody And cover'd all my fname. 2 Why yet muit rebel nature live To fill my heart with pain ? Why yet my Jefus muff I grieve ? Shall nature ne'er be (lain ? 3 Ten thoufand tears, more num'rous figMs/ ) . Flow from this heart of mine, In ardent pray'r, with piercing cries, / I feek redrefs in vain. / [ 12 ] 4 Whilft paffing thro' baptifmal fire, My fpirit frets and pines, And, languishing with fierce defire, Would know thy deep defigns. 5 What ! muft I lofe my friends and fame, All that's to be defied? Have vile contempt pour'd on my name, Abhorr'd, but not admir'd ? 6 What ! muft temptations yet prevail, And Satan fift my heart ? Whilft inbred iufts my mind afTail, And caufe me grievous fmart ? 7 Muft heaven, earth, and hell unite Again ft me in this war ? How mall I bear this dreadful fight, Or keep from foul defpair ? § Take up the crcfs, thyfelf deny, (O moft ungrateful found !) Alas ! I burn, and fink, and die, And feel the fpirit's wound. 9 Is there no way to glorify Thy death and honour'd name, Except I to myfeit thus die, And fwim thro' floods of ihame ? xo What ! be deny'd my heart's defire, My expectations croft j 6 Whilfi [ 13 ] Whilft all my joys of fenfe expire, My reputation loft ? 1 1 The thought of this diftracls my heart, Tis worfe than death or hell ; The torment, pangs, and dreadful fmart My tongue can never tell. 12 Peace, O my foul ; this is the path That leado to reft divine : Tis this illuftrates Jefifs death, And makes his goodnefs mine. 13 Now, with my Lord naii'd to his croft I feel the untold pain ; But, ah ! how loth to fu#er lofs, Am I, tho' 'tis my gain ! 14 Olamb! 'tis thou doft exercifc Me with this feaixhing flame, And, thro' thy fufferings, wilt baptize Me into all thy name. 15 Since this I know, I check my fears, And all I am refign ; Fly from my heart, ye anxious cares, My lamb, I'm wholly thine. £ VI! [ 14 ] VIII. But 'where fin abounded, grace did much more ahoui Rom. v. 20. I 1 HE victory's won, And Satr.n is down \ We now overcome, His kingdom dilbwn : The feed of the woman Hath bruifed his head, Hath made us that new man, Which love had decreed. 2 In Adam we loll: Our Eden by fin ; But we now, thro* Chryl y Again are brought in : The vail it is torn, And paradife gain'd : The father iiath fworn •, His promile fhall Hand. 3 Our nature's releas'd From fin, death, and hell ; Jehovah is pleas'd With man for to dwell : A fit habitation, In fpirit, for God ; A bleft, new creation, Pronounc'd very good. [ H 1 We mourn not the hour, That Adam did fall, When his will and pow'r Was forfeited all ; Nor are we now grieved, His glory and crown Could not be retrieved By works of his own. It was on this ground, The myiVry of grace Did much more abound, When Jefus took place Of man the offender, To die as our fin ; And righteoufnefs render Compkat and brought in. By this was made known God's nature as love \ This we, in his fon, Forever mall prove. By means of tranfgreffion, This grace was reveal'd : This is our confelfion, A truth God has feaPd. j When Adam was pure, Yet mutable he ; In Jefus more fure, immutable we •, B2 [ 16 ] More highly exalted In Chrljl the god-man, Ne'er to be affaulted By Satan again. «- IX. Becaufe the fooJ}J},nefs of God is wfer than men, and tee weaknefs of God flronger than men, i Cor. i. 2S . 1 -I- H Y gofpd, dear lamb, Is fpirit and life, Deliv'ring from fhame, The bride, thy lov'd wife ; Once loft, yet thy blood hath Reftor'd us again j God's weaknefs the word faith, Is flronger than men. 2 Thy myfteries feem Confufion to fpeak ; And in man's efteem Thy gofpel is weak ; But mighty thro' blood, 'twill Deliver us when The weaknefs of God ftffl Is flronger than men. 3 Thy inflruments are But low in degree •, 'Tis [ 17 ] 'Tis always their care To glorify thee ; Through blood. they are holy, Whiifl none fhali condemn : God's weaknefs moft truly, Is ftronger than men. 4 Tho' rich, thou waft poor, Tho' hiah , thou waft low Thou empi'edft thy ftore Salvation to fhew : Thine infinite blood, it Delivered us then ; The weaknefs of God, it Was ftronger than men : 5 All hall, thou dear man, The weaknefs of God, Thy torment and pain, Thy wounds, and thy blood. Declare thy falvation : We'll praife it again, The weaknefs of God, it Is ftronger than men. X. Long Metre. BleJftJ are the. dead which die in the Lord. — Re?, xiv. 13. 1 W^ITH folemn fliout we fing thy praife, Ancient of everlafting days ! B 3 Thou [ I« ] Thou daily gather'ft home thine own, Whobearthy crofs, to wear thy crown. 2 Let all rejoice, and no one grieve, This day we meet to take our leave Of our dear brother's precious dull, Until the rifing of the jufl. 3 One with the body of the lamb, Seal'd with Emmanuel's new name, A member of his flem and bone, By blood redeem'd, to heav'n he's gone. 4 Whilft here below, he knew the Lord, And fanctify'd in God the word ; In him his fpirit now fhall dwell, A conq'ror over death and hell. 5 See ! how he treads the courts above, The pavements of eternal love, Wond'ring he kneels, and hails that blood, Which reconcilM his heart to God. 6 Hark ! how he thunders Jefu's name, Before the throne a burning flame : With the united hoft he bows, And no more grief nor trouble knows. 7 Then mourn not o'er the lifelefs clay, But wait the refurrecYion day, When Chrift the Saviour mail appear, And he come with him in the air. , [ *9 1 XT. Short Metre. When itpleafed God to reveal his fon in me, immediate- ly I conferred, not mxtbflejb and bhed.—Gzl. i. 15, 16. 1 WHEN God &w Father's pleas'* For to reveal his ion, Immediately our confcience eas'd Becomes his peaceful throne. 2 Confult we then no more Our fenfes, ftefh and blood, But in the day of heav'nly pov. -'r Commence the fons of God. 3 Included all in one, We now with rapture tell, We're in the Father's only fon, In whom he's pleafed well : 5 This doth our God make known To mortal worms below : • All other matters we difown, This only will we know. 5 We leave this world behind, With all its faith and forms, And live in the eternal mind, Free from all hell's alarms, 6 What fenfe {uggefts we leave, With reafon's doubtful plan, [ 20 ] And in the fpirit's power cleave To Chriji the perfect man. XII. he anfwer of a good confcience towards God, by the refurremon of Jefus Chriji.— -Pet. iii. „. i W HAT beauties divine In Jefus do fhine ! And yet all I fee, I, with boldnefs, call mine. 2 With him crucify'd, When Jefus he dy'd, % nature was purg'd, and to God purify'd. 3 To me it is plain When Jefus was flain, Eternal redemption he then did obtain. 4 From bondage and chains, From fm and hell-pains, Redemption of all in one man he obtains. 5 Baptiz'd into him, Who did me redeem, His perfon and glories are my conftant theme. 6 For all of the lamb I rightfully claim To reft in his fulnefs of flature I aim. The [ 21 ] 7 The father makes known What he hath beflown Town. On Chrijl, and inftrudh me to call it my XIII. Long Metre. Arlfe,Jhine ; for thy light is come, and the glory of the Lord is rifen np-m thee. — Ifa. lx. i . j HERE (hall no trouble or difmay Reach us, nor want, nor fin, nor fliarae. For Chrift to-day and yefterday, And to eternity's the fame. 2 Here confummate in joy and peace, "We hail that wounded, bleeding heart, Where, fav'd from fin, we'll never ceafe To praife the lamb our better part. 3 Now all things in one period turn ; Sin dares no more to mow its head -, No more we want, nor figh, nor mourn, On ev'ry foe we conq'ring tread. 4 The end is come, God hath appear'd, AfTum'd our flefh, and blood, and bone -, The body in his love prepar'd, Is that where Chriji and we are one. 5 O death ! where's now thy fling and curfe? Where's now thy boalted pow'r and might? We it [ 22 ] We feel no more the dread remorfe, Nor can thy terrors us affright. 6 Glory to our incarnate God ! We're fav'd in him, the work is done 5 He leads us, by the Saviour's blood Up to the glories of his throne. XIV. Short Metre. He thai Spared not hh c^nfon, but delivered him up for us all ■ how flail he not And in thyfelf didit fully five Thy lov'u, thy royal ked. 9 Hence everlafting praife belongs To thee our God and King : Do thou but influence our fongs And we will ever fing. XVL Common Metre. Who again ft hope believed in hope. — Rom. iv. iS. I WHEN I behold my bleeding God, Each mountain feems a plain ; But [ ** ] But if I e'er forget his blood, The mountains rife again. 2 What means my inbred fenfe, fo rude, To v/ar againfl my peace ? Or why mould reafon bold intrude Upon a Saviour's grace ? 3 What tho' my fenfes loudly fay, I have nor faith, nor love ; Nor am I in the living way That leads to realms above ? 4 What, if to increafe ftill my grief,. It fummons lufl and pride, Hardnefs of heart and unbelief, And all my ills befide : 5 And, from the whole, would witnefs this, Thou art devoid of grace : How canft thou hope, in worlds of blifs, To fee the Saviours face ? 6 To this, the witnefs of my Lord (Greater than all in me) Replies, in his unerring word, The Saviour's grace is free. 7 The man who works not, but believes On him who juftifies Ungodly fouls, in Chrift receives The life that never dies. C S Out [ 26 ] 8 Our Saviour full atonement made, When for our fins he dy'd, And, when he left death's gloomy made, Our perfons juflify'd. 9 Who mall condemn ? 'twas Jefus dy'd, ' Twas Jefus rofe again ; He with himfelf hath juflify'd The finful fons of men. 10 In hope of what in Chrift I am, Rejoicing, I believe, Againflmy hopelefs guilt and fhame, And thus, by faith, I live. xvny \ . Long Metre. We /hall be like him, for ive /hall fee him as heis.— i John iii. 2. 1 15 Y grace we know, to us it's clear, When Chrijl, our Saviour, fhall appear, We fhall be like him, O what blifs ! For we fhall fee him as he is. 2 When as he is we him defcry, In ipirit's light and myftery ; Unnumber'd beauties in him fhine, Beauties of God and man divine : 3 Beauties of holinefs and grace, Adorn cur Saviour's lovely face ; Eternal [ 27 3 Eternal truth and righteoufnefs Doth he in purity poflcfs. 4 When as he is we him do fee, From ev'ry fpot and wrinkle free : Ho w glorious is the worthy Lamb ! How venerable is his name ! 5 But, O ! what glorious grace is this ! That when we fee him as his is, We fee ourfelves, and are affur'd That we are like our deareft Lord. 6 As we his myftic fulnefs are, He gives us each a member's fhai?e In all his grace : the favour'd bride Is # with his likenefs fatisfy'd. 7 Jefus % enough, we're as thou art ! With this great truth we ne'er will part j Each member here is as the head, Each as its Lord is perfected. 8 But yet, as chryftals pure tranfmit Their lultre whence they borrow it : From thee, O Chrjft, we all receive ; To thee we all the glory give. 9 What yet mall glorioufly advance Our joys, is thy pre-eminence; 'Tis heav'n to fee thee wear the crown, And proflrate at thy feet fall down. C 2 XVIII. [ 23 ] XVIII. Long Metre. Precious in the fight of the Lord is the death of bis fainn. — Pfa. cxvi. 15. 1 JMOST precious, in our Saviour's fight, Are all his faints' unnotic'd death ! He bears them to eternal light, "When they refign their mortal breath. 2 Precious the foul by him redeem'd ; From threat'ning evils fnatch'd away, Precious their divft, by him efteem'd, Hell raife it at the latter day. 3 Free from this world's unnumber'd cares, From Satan's rage, and human fpite, From fin's diftrefs and gloomy fear's ; How precious this in Jefits fight ! 4 From all their labours now they reft j Their weary fouls, with joy and peace, Lean on their faithful Abra'm's breaft, Where all the wicked troublers ceafe. 5 All this, and more, our brother proves ; Now he the Son of man can fee ; He fees, he feels, he joys, he loves, And all from intermiffion free. * No more, as darkly thro' a glafs, His eye-fight purg'd by Je/u's blood, Now C 29 ] Now clearly fees Immanuel's face, The bright unclouded face of God ! 7 Whilft here below, he knew, in part, That deep, that boundlefs, heav'nly theme, The pow'r of Jefu's blood and fmart, Completely cleanfing us in him. 8 Feeling his heart and flefh decay, He. languished beneath thine hand, In patient longings for the day, When he mould fee Immanuers land 9 Now is the perfect day his own ; No darkening vail remains between ; He knows the Lord as he is known, And fees his myft'ry as he's feen. XIX. Common Metre. I/Chrift he not rifen, then is our preaching vain, atii your faith our head, is ris'n again ; And, rifing, lit us free. 8 Who (hall condemn ? lo ! Jefus dy'd : Yea, rather lives for us ; He with himfelf hath crucify'd Our fins upon the crofs. 9 Ha'4 C P ] pHail, rifcn Saviour! thee we hail, Who, by Almighty pow'r, Didft over death and hell prevail \ We blefs the glorious hour. io High on thy Father David's throne, Forever live and reign j 'Till by thine own right hand alone. Thy ev'ry foe be Slain. XX. Short Metre. And a man (ball he as a hiding-place f torn the wind and a covert from the tempeji ; as rivers of water, in a dry place ; as the Jhadtrw of a great rock in » weary land., — Ifa. xxxii. 2. * O CHRIST! O love divine! How wonderful art thou ! What heav'nly beauties in thee mine I What mercies from thee flow I 2 Lo ! thou art all we need, To make us truly bleit ; Thy worfhippers are all agreed, Thou art the Tinner's reft. 3 When blows the ftormy wind, The rage of man or hell, A hiding-place in thee we find, Shelter'd in peace we dwell. 4 Whea C 3* ] 4 When Satan, fin and law, Do fiercely all unite ; Moft fearfully on us to draw A dark, tempeftuous night. 5 When thunders roar aloud Thro' the diftemper'd fky ; Like lightnings from the fulph'rous cloud, When dreadful curfes fly. 6 Defpairing, guilty fears, In fiery tempefts roll, And when the fecond death appears To fright the trembling foul. 7 By faith in thee made bold, We fmile when tempefts fall ; ' Thou art the Man promis'd of old, To cover us from all. XXI. Short Metre. The fame. i vVHILST we are marching thro' This 1 nd with drought accursM, Rivers of living waters flow, In thee to quench our thirft. 2 This world's a weary 'land J3y An, a delart made; TV [ 33 ] 'Tis all around a burning ftrand * Has no refrefaing fhade. 3 'But thou'rt our mighty Rock 5 Thy fhadow very great ! Where all thy weary pilgrim-flock Find a divine retreat. 4 Tho' once with fin opprefs'd, From which no part was free ; Our grievances are now redrefs'd^ Dear, glorious Man, in thee. 5 In thee we now have found Whate'er we loft, and more \ We fee thy grace much more abound, Than fin had done before. 6 Thy praife be our employ •, Thy glories ever fhine : All our falvation, hope, andjoy^ Art thou, O Man divine 1 XXII. Long Metre. Ye are God 's building. 1 Cor. iii. 9. Bui'.ded together for an habitation of God, through th$ fpirit, — Eph. ii. 12. 1 W HEN elements and time will fads (What wifeft architects have made) MouldYmg [ 34 ] MouldYing to whence it came , God's building ever fhall endure, In all things order'd well and lure : Chrijl always is the fame. 2 When we the infide work furvey, What grandeur does the whole difplay ! How glorious ev'ry part ! Earth's beauties all are far too mean To point out what's in Jefus feen, When he attracts the heart. 3 Foundation, Chrijl, and head-ftone too, The Alpha and Omega thou, Of this the houfe of God : A lively ftone, on thee I'm built, And wafli'd from all my dreadful guilt. In thine atoning blood. xxur. After preaching. CHRIST our head's gone up on high, And we his body are ; All our forrows v/e'll lay by, And each diffracting care : Tho' we Satan's darts may feel, Yet he can never ffrike us dead : He may bruife us on the heel, But cannot reach our head. xxiv, 1 [ 35 ] XXIV. The fame. Jj. OW charmingly founds The word of the Lord! Where witnefs abounds, That man is reftor'd To God, his poffeffion, Dear Jefus, in thee ; From fin and tranfgreffion For ever fet free. ; How glor'ous the name Of Jefus our King ! Thou crucify'd Lamb, Thine honors we fing : Our hope and falvation To world without end \ Our neareft relation, And faithful-left friend. XXV. Long metre. The fame. JvV HAT bleffings in the Lamb abound \ To all who know the joyful found ; Thy countenance, O Lord, mall mine On them with brightnefs all divine. 2 Tiw [ 36 ] 2 The grievances which them opprefs'd. In Jtfus now they fee redrefs'd ; This mercy we thy worms now prove, And blefs thy grace, thou God of love. 3 Infinite wifdom, all our days Will we admire thy pleafant ways : Thy paths are peace ; we'll run and blels The Lord our life and righteoufnefs. XXVI. Long Metre. Thiugh I ftrong in faith, And boldly ftedfaft. unto death ; I'd bid my faithfulnefs adieu, And Jefus only faithful view. 3 If I more meek than Mofes were, Quite free from anger, ftrife, or fear ; Yet this Igladly would defpife, Arxd Jefus meeknefs only prize. 4 Were I as Job fubmiffive, ftill Patient, refign'd in ev'ry ill 5 Y [ 37 ] Yet ail mould fade before his crofs ; Compar'd with Him, it is but drofs. 5 If I was wife as Solomon, Like him with zeal and ardour fhone ; Like him I'd vain and foolifh fee My wifdom, zeal, yea all but thee. 6 Had I an angel's purity, Yea even this I would deny ; Nor good confefs in name or thing, But Chriji my Lord, my life, my king. XXVII. Common metre. The fame. 1 JriOW pow'rful is the glorious word ! The unclious word of God, Which preaches Jefus Chrifl oar Lord, His fufPrings, death and blood. 2 How it reveals his myftery ! Who did our fouls redeem ; Explains the facred unity, And fhouts us fav'd in him. ' 3 It fhews us ev'ry law command, Dear Lamb, f ulfill'd in thee ; And bids us fail and fearlefb ftand, Where thou haft made us free. D 4 Dear. C 33 ] 4 Dear, glorious Lamb, we thee adore j We praife thee for thy word : But for thyfelf we praife thee more, O ! holy, holy Lord. XXVIII. \ Short metre. The fame. 1 B.LESS -D are the eyes that fee y 'The ears are blefs'd that hear The trumpet cf the jubilee, The great fabbatic year. 2 We plough nor faw no more* Nor toil for living bread -, For we've a never-failing ftore., A table plenteous fpread. 3 The fervant now is free ; The hateful, heavy yoke (That all might tafte true liberty) From ev'ry neck is broke. 4 Th' inheritance once fold, Which the poor bankrupt mourns, To the true owner without gold Or price, it now returns. 5 O Jefusl ever blefr, Thou art our jubilee ; Our reftoration, and our reft, Is all, dear Lamb, in thee. 6 T. [39.3 $ Thy name, O bleeding King ! Shall dwell on all our tongues 5 And ev'ry heart, infpir'd, fhall ling Thy praife in all their fongs. Worthy the honored name Of Jefus Chrift, our Lord ; He's God Almighty, and the Lamb, Eternally ador'd. XXIX. Solemn Praife. SlNG the triumphs of your conq'ring Head and crucified King ; His achievements, when he vanquifh'd: All our enemies, we'll fing : Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, Glory, glory, Lord, be thine. Long he ftruggled, with confnfed Noife, and garments roll'd in bloody 'Till, deftroying fin, and hell, and Death, he refcu'd man to God : Hallelujah, &c. Moil: triumphant, greatly glorious^, He from death and hell arofe ; In him all his church, victorious, Triumph' d o'er her dreadful foes : Hallelujah* &c. D 2 4 High C 40 ] High afcending 'midft. angelic Songs, and founds of trumpets loud. In eternal triumph leading All the captives of his blood : Hallelujahy &c. Far above the higheft heaven Thus he glorioufly afcends, Where the honor's to him given, Ev'ry thought of man tranfcends : Hallelujah, &c. ! There, exalted, live and reign, whilft We admire thy wounds and blood, 'Till we fee thee come again, in All the pomp and pow'r of God : Hallelujahy hallelujah) hallelujahy dory, glory* Lord, be ttiia^ HYMNS C 4i ] HYMNS By JOHN RELLY. XXX, My fong (hall be of him who dy'ct Upon the mount of Calvary ; His name, his blood, and nought belide Shall be my theme eternally. I view him in his infant form, Poor, helplefs, in a manger laid ; To refcue me, a worthlefs worm, Th' eternal word my flefh was made. At eight days old the Saviour bled ; To purge our filth his blood was fpilt \ Thus all the members, in the head, Were purg'd from their parental guilt. A man of forrows was my Lord, Tempted like me in ev'rv point \ ■ D 3 Tfca* C 42 ] That he true fnccour might afford To tempted fouls, who elfe would faint, 5 Defpis'd and friendlefs was the Lamb, Abafed to a low degree, Refus'd by all with fcorn and ifhame, That he our faithful friend might be. 6 Mark how he loves his blood-bought friends ! When in his greateit agony He pleads for them, he them defends, They 're as the apple of his eye. 7 For when the multitude came on To drag him to the curfed tree ; Wliom feek ye ? (fays the holy one) : If me you feek, the children free. 3 When thus accepted, in our fread, Juftice the fmner did releafe -, And for the members fmote the head, Chaftis'd him for our breach of peace. XXXI. Long metre. * DEAR Shepherd, fee thy flock here met, Before thy pierced feet to bow ; To praife thy wounds, thy blood and fweat, Through which eternal love did flow. 2 Thou art with us where e'er we meet j Nor wilt thou leave us, holy Lamb : W i C 43 ] We find a calm, a bleft retreat, Beneath the cov'ring of thy name. 3 Great mercies thou to us haft fhewn, ' Since firft we knew that we were thine ; Since rirft thou mark'd us for thy own, With grace and righteouihefs divine. 4 Seal'd for thine own we furely are ; Thy fpirit, Lord, our witnefs is : Nor can we fall from Jefus far, For he is love and tender neis. 5 There's none can pluck us from his hand, Inclos'd by grace on ev'ry fide ; His oath, his promiie firmly Hand, We ever fhall with him abide ! 6 He never will himfelf deny ; Nor could he die for man in vain : How then {hall God in wrath dellroy, The fouls for whom the Lamb was fiain I 7 The countlefs price he paid for us, Exempts us from the iron rod : His life, his death, his blood and crcf > Hath reconcii'd us all to God, XXXII. Snort metre. I MY Saviour for me bled Upon the croft's wood » -For C 44 ] For me, the fmner me, he fhed His rich, atoning blood. I For my offences great He dy'd a curfed death ; And wrought falvation out complete To be enjoy'd by faith. \ The wine-prefs he did tread, And, thro' his bleeding fide, His fpirit, in abundance, fhed On his beloved bride. \ Now by his grace I know That I am one of them, For whom the Saviour dy'd below Upon the crofs's flem. XXXIII. Long metre. i LET us our hearts and voices raife, To found the mighty Saviour's praifcj And fing*he dy'd, and lives again For us the fallen fons of men. Z He bare our curfe, our debt he paid, When all our woes on him were laid 5 Our midnight darknefs chas'd away, And rais'd us to eternal day. 3 Tis finifh'd, faith the dying God, For man, cries all his wounds and blood : Salvation C 45 1 Salvation finiuYd was for us, In Jefusy bleeding on the crofs. 4 He, fainting, felt death's rude divorce, To put his teflament in force \ "Wherein to man he did bequeath The labours of his life and death. 5 Quickly he breaks death's feeble chain, And to his throne afcends again *, There fits adorn'd with wounds and blood, And calls us wand'rers home to God. 6 Let all the fons of Sionfmg Unwearied praife to Ckrift their King/. He is our Saviour, God, and we Will found his name eternally. XXXIV. Common metre. I IIS not of him that weeps and prays ; The gift of God is free ; 'Tis Jefus pray'r, his groans and cries, That mall accepted be. 'Tis in the Lamb's abafement low, We are receiv'd of God : Lo ! nothing is there good, we know, But J ejus and his blood. \ 'Tis through his death, and cfF'ring up On the accurfed wood, That f [ 46 ] That we are privileged to fup With him, our Lord and God. 4 'Tis through the refurre&ion pow'r We live the life of faith : In his dear body we are more Than conqu'rors over death/ 5 When he afcended up on high, Lo ! we afcended then \ He captive led captivity, Receiving gifts for men. 6 Yea, for rebellious men he fu'd, That God with them might dwell ; And when his wounded form he fhew'd/ The fpirit on them fell. 7 All praifc to him our God, our friend, Who finimed all for us : We blefs the love which hath no end, Revealed on the crofs. XXXV. Long metre. 1 WHEN firft I knew my Lord, my Gody Twas in his deep humility, His garments roll'd in his own blood •, With eyes of love he lookM on me. 2 Lo ! then my fainting heart reviv'd, When I beheld the Saviour fmile •, 'Twa£ [ 47 ] *T\vas then in Jcfus I believ'd, And felt the glory of his toil. 3 I nothing had, when my dear Lamb Did fhew me all my fins forgiv'n 5 I nothing had but filth and fhame, When firft I faw my name La heav'n. 4 Loye, bleeding love, firft found out me, And led me by a way umought ; Love drew me to the bloody tree. And pointed out my pardon bought \ 5 Bought with the Saviour's pains and blood : Amazing love ! what tongue can tell The glory which I faw in God, When at his footftocl firft I fell ? 6 Nor angels may declare the blifs My foul receiv'd, when firft I found, In ChriJ}\ my ftrength and righteoufnefs Exhibited through ev'ry wound. 7 His promife is, He will remain My dear, my everlafting friend , He feal'd me this by unknown pain 5 Loves, and will love me to the end. 8 Then praife, my foul, thy bleeding King, Who gives thee all his heart to prove His matchlefs grace : forever fin The wonders of redeeming love. XXXVI. • C 42 ] xxxvi. Common Metre. 1 HOW rich the love ! my Lord, my God ? For me, a worm hath dy'd •, For me he med his living blood *, I know no God befide 2 The fource of all my happinefs Is his eternal name ; Nor is there ought but dung and droft Befides my deareft lamb. 3 All things mall perifh but the word, He Irands forever fure ; Jcfus forever is the Lord, ^ Let ev'ry pow'r adore. 4 This word made flefh in EethP kem ( fczn> Incarnate was in me ; In me and all the fons of men, That he our head might be. r; Then up unto our head v/e look, And blefs that glorious grace, Which (hews us God's eternal book Unfeal'd in Jififi race. Xl&VlT. I Truest 1o& people, Nought can turn thy heart from me •, [ 49 3 In thy death thy poor difcipie Still obtains true liberty, Thy bleft word, and kind behaviour, Death ant torments, wounds and bloody Still allures me, O my Saviour, That thou art my Lord, nly God. 2 From thee I can never wander Fatally, but {hall abide In that bleeding fountain yonder, Shelter'd in thy pierc'd fide : There my jefus freely gives me All the glory he's received ; As he dy'd, fo now he lives rae % This is heav'n, once believ'd. XXXVIII. t COME ye lovers of the Lamb, Praife the great Almighty name ; To your God your longs begin, To the Lamb your bleeding king. 2 Jefus, thee we honors give ; Live, Almighty Jefus, live ; Thou haft penn'd our fongs with blood, Thee we hail, incarnate God. 3 We were laden once with fm, But the Lamb hath made us clean *, E We [ 50 ] We, who once in darknefs lay, Now behold eternal day. 4 Strangers once and far from God, Now brought home by Jefifs blood, Shining in our wedding drefs, In the Lord, our righteoufnefs. 5 Poor, and low, we once did lie, Full of wants, and fore opprefs'd ; Jefus now hath rais'd us high, All our grievances redrefb'd. 6* Deeply finking once in hell, Without hope, and without God ; Now our tongues can greatly tell, We are fav'd by Jefiis blood. 7 Freely we are fav'd by grace, Heart and hand we this embrace y This below fills ev'ry tongue This above is all the long. 8 Praifes ftill to Chrijl v/e fing, Chrifl our prophet, prieft, and king Th' living waters in us flow, Glory is begun below. HYK [ 5i 3 HYMNS By J. M. XXXIX. CoMft, though we can truly fing, In our flefh dwells no good thing; Yet on him who gives us all, We're embolden'd ftill to call. Blind and foolifti once were we, Chrift our wifdom now we fee*, In this wifdom we confide, By this we are juitified. Once in breaking God's command, Doom'd to death beneath his hand j Now we're call'd to own, and blefs, Jeius Chrift our righteouihels. I Without purity of heart Truth divine will fay depart, Ei I 52 ] But this holinefs we find, In the Saviour of mankind. 5 Many, mighty are our foes \ Human thefe, Angelic thofe, Where for refuge /hall we flee ? Chrilt our great redemption fee I 6 Seraphs, flames of facred fire, View this myftery with defire ; Hark ! the bright enraptur'd throng Catch, and raife the grateful fong. 7 O ye thrones of heavenly light, Since you're fav'd from endlefs nighty And fince we are rais'd to you, Let us frill the fong purfue. XL. i WHEN God would prove his love, To all the ruin'd race, Defcending from above, As full of truth and grace, Hejoin'd our nature to his own, And fav'd us in himfelf alone. 2 The work he well perform'd In love, he came to do, The powers of hell he ftormM, And drove the infernal crew ; O'er t S3 J O'er death itfelf victorious- role^ Triumphing over all our foes. 3 Hail ! dear almighty King ! We praife thee for thy grace, Thy victories we fmg Thou prince of life and peace j To thee eternal praife is due, Who by thyielf mad'ffc all things new. XLI. i FATHER -behold us here, According to thy word 5 To worfhip without fear, Our dear redeeming Lord ; O may thy light and truth now ftiine, To warm each heart with love divine* 2 Drawn, wholly drawn by thee, To Jefus we are come ; And by thy teaching we Perceive our work is done ; Through which a title we obtain As kings and prieits with thee to reign. 3 We blefs thee, God of peace, For life and glory given, To us and all the race Cali'd up from earth to heaven j E 3 Haflen [ 54 ] Haflen, great God, the day of love. When ev'ry foul this grace fliall prove. XLII. Common Metre. 1 My God, fince I can call thee mine, And mine thou furely art ; Why fliould I ever once repine, In language or in heart. 2 Alas ! the caufe is clearly feen, From whence thefe murm'rings rife ; My parents fold me under fin, How deep the evil lies ! 3 Within my members there's a law That wars againfl: my mind, Which ftrives my fpirit ftill to draw From thee, the good and kind. 4 With buffeting my foul is fore, But this is Satan's part ; The thorn within the fleili ftill more, Inflicts the poignant fmart. 5 Great God -attend thy fuppliant's pray'r, Whilft I for fuccour call ! And pour into thy fervant's ear, The word? thou fpak'ft to Paul, 6 The C 55 1 5 Then In thy grace fecure I'll reft, Twill be fufficient found ; 'Till caught from earth to heav'n I'm biefl, With life and glory crown'd. XLIII. Common Metre. 1 AlARE ! 'tis the Saviour of mankind Speaks to his chofen few ; Tis he who leads the wand' ring blind, In ways they could not know. 'Tis he who fays, go forth my friends, " Proclaim my truth to all ; " Inform each foul my grace extends, " As wide as Adam's fall. 3 " Tell finners of the deepeft dye, " That they might life obtain, " I chole the curfed death to die, " And tafle infernal pain ! 4 " What though my ranfom'd may refufe, " The meiTage to receive ; " And you the meiTengers abufe,. " Yet Irill I came to fave. 5 " Yea, fhould the tempter Hill prevail, " To biind my people's eyes j " In my great day I'll rend the vail, " From all beneath the ikies. 6 Then [ 56 ] (5 * Then ev'ry eye fhall fee the grace, " You now in faith declare ; " And I myfelf from ev'ry face, " Will wipe off ev'ry tear." 7 Lord, we believe thy facred word, And wait the glorious day, When ev'ry foul by grace reitor'd, Shall walk in wifdom's way. j HYMNS C 57 ] HYMNS By S I L A S BALLOU, XLIV. Long Metre. Gen. iii. 14, r j e GOD, in pronouncing of the curfe Upon the fubtle ferpent's head, Made a fair promife unto us, Of our redemption from the dead. Here is a. promife fure indeed, Which our eternal Father made; par he de.clar'd the woman's feed Should bruife thecurfed ferpent's head. This feed is God's immortal Son, In whom his promifes were made 5 Vnd he this noble work hath done, And rais'd the nations from the dead 4 Here [ <8 ] *H 6 Here is the Father's firft difplay Of our falvation from the dead, And of the glorious gofpel day, Which breaks the \icious ferpent's head. XLV. Long Metre. God's promife to Abraham repeated unto Ifaac, and again unto Jacob. Gen. v.i. 3- Gea - * xil - i8 ' Gen. xxvi.4. Gen. xxviii. 14. 1 BEHOLD to what a vaft extenfe, The promife of falvatioi? runs -, Made firm in Chrift, a fure defence, For Adam and his num'rous ions. 2 Hoy/ oft did God, by GabrteFs tongue, Repeat the promife of his grace, Life and ialvationfure and ftrone;, Built matchlefs round the human race. 3 Thus God to Abravi firft exprefs'd, And by a facred oath replies, « In thee (hall all the earth be blefs'd, « With all her numVous families. 5 * 4 Ifaac, and in thy feed {bail all The nations whi< P od » Be bleft for Abram's lake they rti'alL For Abram's fake, a type of God." 5 Thu» •I S9 1 5 Thus God's immortal tongue replies*, " Jccoby in thee and in thy feed, " Shall all the human families, « Or the whole earth be blefs'd indeed," 6 This promis'd feed is Chrijl the Lord, = Who left the realms of high renown ; Fulfill' d his heav'nly Father's word, And brought immortal bleilings down. XLVL Long Metre. The eternal and invriorfal tcve of Chrlft to the church, Iia. xrtrx. 15, 16. 1 JLi-IGH on a throne, forever crown'd, J(fus our conilant lover reigns •, His love extends the globe around, And evcriaiUngly remains. 2 The raging feas may cea'e to roar \ The earth and fkies they niay remove j The fun may fet, and rife no more ; But Chrijl can never ceafe to love ! 3 A mother may forfake her child, Forget the babe and prove unkind ; But we can never be exil'd From Ckpjl) our lover's tender mind. 4 Fair, on the palms of both his hand?, Our glorious image {hall be found 'Graven [ 6o ] 'Graven, where fure ialvation /lands ♦, Where matchlefs walls are built around. 5 Nothing fhall caufe his hand to break. His promifes, or facred vows y' Nor caufe this lover to forfake His infinite beloved fpoufc. XLVII. Long Metre. 7be office of thrift foretold. Ifa. lxi. i, 2, 3 . * THE Spirit of the mighty Lord, Saith the Redeemer, is on me, And I am come to preach the word Of everlafting liberty. •2 I come to minifter to thee, Anointed by the Holy Ghofl: * My Father he commiffion'd me To feek and fave that which was loft. 3 I came to take my people's part, And break the bonds of flavery, And bind up ev'ry broken heart, And give the nations liberty : 4 And open all the prifon doors, And free the captives which are bound 5 Put heav'nly balfam to their fores, And cleanfe and heal up ev'ry wound. C «r ] 5 As they might all be called trees Of righteoufnefs ? on ev'ry ilde, That th' God of heav'n and earth and feas, Might be forever glorified. XLVIII. Short Metre. Whe birth of Chrift. Luke ii. 7, g, 9, 10, n, j-^ 1 OH ALL mortal tongues be dumb While bleffings crown the morn ? The Virgin's hour is fully come, Jefus our God is born. 2 In what immortal {trains, Did angels fing aloud j Thoufands defcended down the plains*, And Gabriel led the croud. 3 O ! mail I hold my breath : Shall filence bind my tongue, If angel's fang the Saviour's birth, And Gabriel tun'd the fong ? 4 The mepherds greatly fear'd At this amazing fight j The glory of the Lord appear'd In beams of heav'nly light, 5 The A» [ 62 ] 5 The fhepherds heard a voice, " Fear not, I bring this day " Tidings of univerfal joys, " That never fhall decay : 6 " For unto you, this morn/' Said Gabriel's peaceful tongue, " A Saviour, Chriji the Lord is born, " Eternal, fure and ftrong. 7 " And this a fign (hall be " To you," the angel faid, " Go ? feek the child, and you /hall fee " Him in a manger laid." 8 And foon with Gabriel were A grand angelic throng ; Bright cherubs join'd in mufic there ? And feraphs join'd the fong ? 9 Glory to God, and then Peace upon earth, they fung ; Salvation and good will to men ? Echo'd from ev'ry tongue. XL1X C 63 ] XLIX. Long Metre. Jhrift the bread of life. John vi. 33, 35, $c } 5 1. 1 am the bread of life," he faid, " And he that makes my name his truft, hall hunger not for want of bread, Nor feel the pains of fcorching third." From God's eternal boundlefs ftore, This bread of life and pleafures came ; freely beftow'd upon the poor ; They never die who eat the fame, " I am the bread, the living bread, " Which God my heavenly Father gives J And he that eats, tho' he be dead, " His foul revives again and lives. His flefh by faith is meat divine, It feeds the foul, but never cloys 5 lis blood is like reviving wine, Which all the parching thirft deftroys. F* t 64 ] LI. Short Metre. Man's redemption, according tethefcrlpfur^> 1 1 HE Son for us was bound, And to complete the plan. At the appointed time was found In fafhion as a man. 2 And of a woman made, Under the law he came, For to redeem thofe that were faid To be beneath the fame. 3 In order to fulfil The work which he defign'd, And his eternal Father's will, His foul to death refign'd- 4 Awake my lawful fword, Strict juftice gave command/ And fmite my fellow faith the Lord 5 The man of my right hand. 5 It pleas'd the mighty God To bruife his righteous Son *, To facrifice his vital blood For follies wc had done. 6 The expiating Lamb Did for the finner ftand ; [ 6 5 1 On him the law laid all its claim 5 He paid its full demand. 8 He paid all lawful claims, For he was Head of all -, He anfwer'd for the num'rous names Condem'd in Adams fall. o « Tis finifh'd," he reply'd, When he the work had done ; HebowM his head to death and dy'd, And darknefs veil'd the fun. 10 Thus he fulfills the plan Which he engaged in ; He tafted death for ev'ry man, Aton'd for ev'ry fin. 1 1 When Jefus bow'd his head To darknefs death and woes, Then all the human race were dead, And all in him arofe : 12 For by one man's offence, All were condemn' d and dy'd ; So by one man's obedience, , All men were juftify'd. 1 3 Jefus was rais'd to reign At the right hand of pow'r ; To never tafte of death again, And we can die no more. F t 14 T! [ 66 ] !4 The Father by his Chrif?, Gave unto every one l A Eternal life, which is compris'd In his eternal fon'. 15 If Jefus ftands fecure, The total fum is thus : We are as fafe as he is fure, For he's the life of us. LI. Long Metre. 1 Pet. ii. 6. Matt. xvi. 18. 1 CHRIST is the corner and the head, The chief and fure foundation Hone, Which God himfelf in Sion laid, To build his houfe or church upon. 2 Cbrlft builds his church firm on the rock, And he's the rock that will endure ; If hell fhould rag;e, and earth fhonld fhock, The rock is fafe, the church ftcure. 3 This fure foundation cannot fail ; Satan cannot this church devour ; Nor hell againft his church prevail, For her defence is matchlefs pow'r. 4 What reafon have the fouls to fear, Who view their ftanding fo fecure From C 67 ] From ev'ry harm and danger clear *, Firm on the rock of ages fure. Tho' rain defcends and winds they blow, And billows raife and beat around ; This church they ne'er can overthrow, Nor itart the rock or folid ground. Such views as -thefe revive my heart, And ftay the wand'ring of defire ; Make all my flavilh fears depart, And ev'ry doubtful thought expire* LIL -Long Metre. flat Chrift hath done is the Foundation for tur Fakh THE only cure for flavifti grief, Is faith in God's eternal fon : The only ground for our belief, Is what the mighty God has done. If he hath not redeemed all ; Then thofe for whom he did not die, If they believe on him at all, They furely will believe a lie. If there be fome he never freed, And they indeed believe the fame, Then they believe the truth indeed, And now wherein are they blame. C 6$ ] 4 If Jcfus dy'd but for a part ; ffthofe for whom he fpilt his blood Believe the fame with all their heart, Their faith is folid, true and good'. 5 If God, did reprobate a part, 1 1 bofdly teftify to you, If they believe it in their heart, Their faith is good, becaufe tis true. 6 If this be true, I afk of you, •And for an anfwer here I wait, Which party hath the trueft faith : r l he chofen or the reprobate ? Lift. Common Metre. Rom. xv. io, ii. ARISE and laud the reigning lamb, Now all ye earth around ; And blefs the glorious, great I AM, With a rejoicing found. 2 Lift up your fongs to him that reigni In glory and with might ; Beyond the fair angelic plains, High on a mount of light. 3 Let all the earth adore his name, And all confpire to crown 4 [ h ] The fov'reign king, the reigning lamb, The God of high renown. Ye nations all commend his love, . That dwell on earth beneath \ While angels tune their notes above, And faints their odours breathe. 5 While they with pleafure raife their fongs, And magnify his name ; Let us employ our feeble tongues To imitate the fame. 6 Altho* we dwell in tents of clay, The day it rolls along ; When we (hall foar as high as they, And fing as fweet a fang. LlV. Short Metre. Matth.xviii. 20. 1 O SHALL we pine away, And languiih now with fear % Becaufe there is but few to-day That's met together here ? 2 Let us be not afraid, Altho' we are but few, For Jefus hath a promife made, Who faithful is, and true. Where [ 7o ] Where two or three are met, In mine eternal name, There doth my facred fpirit fit, There in the midir. I am. 4 For if we meet in love To ferve the living Lord, We have the pure aflifting Dove, . According to his word. LV. Long Metre, i Tl;efT. iv. 8. Lukex. 16. 1 15 OLD is the man, who dares to curfe _ One foui, here on this earthly ball, Since Jefus dy'd and rofe for us, In whom God juftify'd us all. 2 He that condemns one foul on earth, He doth condemn the Lord's eleft ; He doth condemn himfelf to death, And doth thefon of God reje<5L 3 Since Jefus Chrift contains the whole, In whom all nations are one •> He that condems one fingle foul ; Condemn Jehovah's righteous fon; \ The man that doth one foul defpife, Rejcfteth God, and Chri/I his lamb ; The [ 71 ] The Lord afrefh he crucifies, And puts him to an open fhame. 5 Chrift is our head, we join to him, In fuch a per feci unity, That if we harm the fmallefl: limb, We do the whole an. injury, 6 With Chrift we all were crucifyM, With Jefus Chrift we rofe again, And in him we are juftify'd, And with him we mall live and reigru LVI. Long Metre. The Union of Chrift and bis Ghurch. i Cor. xi. 3. Cor. xii. 12. 1 CHRIST and his Church {p clofely join, There can be no reparation made: In matchlefs union they combine, Firm as a body joins an head, " 2 If there was reparation made, ^ In truth I boldly teftify, To part the body from the head, The head and body both muft die. 3 To part one member from the head, Then Chr'ift imperfefr would be found ; The [ J2 ] The fep'rate member, loft and dead, And ChriH muft bear the lofs and wound, 4 Chrijl is the head of ev'ry one, To whom his members fitly join 5 Not all the pow'rs beneath the fun, Can break a union fo divine, g Therefore this union is fecure, As long as Jejas ftands complete 5 To endlefs ages he'll endure, A perfect man from head to feet, LVII. Common Metre. 7 be Fruits and Benefit of Faith, \ FAITH is a grace of God, defign'd To manifeft our peace •, Tis faith that frees the flavifh mind, And gives the confcience eafe. 1 This faith it always works by love-, And purifies the heart ; It bids our flavifti fears remove, And they in hafte depart. 3 The fruit of faith is perfect love, And love it cafteth out Tormenting fears, and they remove, With each expiring doubt, C 73 ] 4 This faith it doth the. heart defend From fears that would abound j It (hews falvation doth extend The fpacious earth around. f 5 It (hews that God refpefleth none, And we can merit nought ; It mews that 'Jefus Chri/i alone , Hath our falvation wrought. LVIIL Common Metre, i ThefT. v. 9. 1 IN OT unto wrath did God ordaia The foul of any one ; Not unto wrath, but to obtain Salvation through his fon. 2 If this is what he firft defign'd, He (till defigns the plan ; ^^a* For nothing ever chang'd his mind, And there is nothing can. 3 If he's a God that changes not, Then we are all fecure ; If none can change his ancient thought, We have falvation fure. f-4 The Father chofe us in his Son, V To an eternal reft 5 G And L /4 J ' wrote the names of ev'ry one On his immortal breaft. ited us to have Soil ; as he hac --e to'fave, So fare the work is do;>e. 6 Rejoice ye rations of the earth, ( Eternal life is ours i - of heii, or grave, or death, And aii infernal pow'rs. LIX. Common metre. Eph. ii. ^. 1 -UlD not Taxation ftand by grace, O ! what a raging boaft Would rife among the human race, In which nad done the moft. 2 Ea-h calls himfelf the moft complete, Moft holy and the beft, And fight like heroes for the feat That gave the fweeteft reft. 3 And thus the ftrongeft man would get The beft and nobleft feat 5 And all the feebler fouls muft fit Beneath the noble's feet. 4 Sup* C 7; ] 4 Suppofing this to be the cafe, Debates would never ceafe, And heav'n would be a jangling place, And not a place of peace. 5 ButO! by grace falvation frands Through God the Holy Ghoft ; And not by works of mortal hands, X-eft any man mould boail. LX. Short Metre. Chrift our Higb-Prieft entered in the holieft of alL— Heb. ix. 12 — 24. I NATIONS, unite your fongs, Confpire in praife to crown Jefus the prieft, to whom belongs All glory and renown. % While we were dead in fin, He left his Father's throne; Being to us fo near akin, His blood could well atone. 3 He came to our relief 5 He rais'd us up from woe ; AiTuagM the f welling feas of grief, And laid the mountains low. G2 4 He C 76 ] 4 He bruis'd the ferpent's head, Defeated all his plan •, Made null his bafe agreement, made With ev'ry mortal man. 5 He wafh'd us in his blood 'Till we were purify'd : Then he afcended to his God, There to prefent his bride* 6 All nations of the globe Stand in a perfect drefs, Before the Father in the robe Of Chri/Ps own righteoufnefs. LXI. Long metre. For the meditation ofthofe who fay t " If they believed that God his all-righteous fon, As he is holy, fo we are, But not by works which we have done. 3 Nothing [ Si ] 5 Nothing could pleafe the righteous God, But what was done by Shrift, his Lamb ; No off'ring but his precious blood, Could take away our guilt and fhame. d The Father, God, accepteth none, B£t the juft deeds his Chrift hath done ; No ofF'ring could for fins atone, But the one ofF'ring of his Son. 5 When Jefus bow'd his lovely head, He for the fons of Adam dy'd; And when he rofe up from the dead, Ail fouls in him were juftifyU LXVI. Ifa. Hi. 7.— Gen. xjix. 10.— John viii. 56.— Lev. xxv. 9. &c. HOW beautiful thofe, With feet and with fhoes, Who bring us glad tidings Of endiefs repofe. 2 How beautiful thefe, On mountains of eafe, Promulgating tidings Of infinite peace. 3 How fair are their feet ; Their tidings how fweet 5 Salvation C 8 2 ] Salvation through Jefus, A Saviour complete. 4 The Patriarchs, they ^ By faith did furvey The coming of Shiloh, And long'd for the day. 5 The monarchs and foers, They faw the glad years ; They fpake of the Jubilee, And now it appears. 6 Through Chrifl, we proclaim balvation and fame From death and damnation, Hell, forrow, and mame. 7 Cbrtft Jefus, is our Safe rock, and ftrong tow'r, In fpite of the Devil, And all hellifti pow'r. 8 Their tidings accord, "Who bring the glad word ; Befeeching the nations To truft in the Lord. 9 Now thefe are the train Whom God did ordain To publifli the Gofpel Of him that was flain. Io They C s 3 ] 10 They preach him once flain, And rifen again, For juftification Of Adam's whole train. 1 1 They boldly proclaim Through Jefus, the Lamb, Eternal redemption, And no other name. LXVII. Long Metre. The ahfurdity in calling all men to come to Chrift, if he bath not given him/elf a ranfomfor ally Sec. I AS well the fons of Adam may Deny a univerfal fall, And lie no worfe, than if they fay, " Chrift dy'd for part, and not for all.* * The chief or all will teftify, That we were all in Adam flain, And yet there's thoufands that deny, That Chrift refWd the lofs again. 3 They fay he never dy'd for all, He dy'd for part, and not for fome; And yet with lifted hands they call Saying, « Come all to Jefus, come." S If Jefus died not for fome, How vain and how abfurd it is [ *4 ] To cry, " Come all to Jefus, corne," If there be fome that's -none of his. 5 This is a bafe ignoble fcheme ! A piece of grand abfurdity, And he that dwells upon the theme, Kis month is fiil'd with mockery. • 6 How falfe and fhipid is their plan, Since Chrijl was crucify'd and llain, And tailed death for ev'ry man, And ranfom'd the whole earth again. LXVIII. Common Metre. God 1 s omnipotence, and man's infirmity, &c. 1 1HE God that walks the ftarry hills, And travels e'er the leas •, Rules the creation as he wills, And all his ways are peace. 2 He arch'd the dries, and form'd the lands, | .3, and ev'ry thing Are held up, by the iov'reign hands Of the Almighty King. 3 'When the eternal Sovereign ipeaks, The mountains they are hurl d ; The flinty rocks his thunder breaks, And fhakes the fpacious world. 4 Th [ ?; _ 4 The earth is as a grain ol fand ; So are the lwelling ieas ; Held in the hollow of his hand, He rules them as he p leafe. 5 Twas he that fpread th - abroad ; He metes them with a fpan ; He is the Omnipotent God, Then Where's the pow'r of man ? 6 Man can't create one ag 3 Nor form cite vital brea:: The dead to life he cannot bring. Nor fave himfelf froaa a. 7 Yet fome they v teii How they muft Arive and run, Or elie they can't efcape from hell By all that Cbr$ has done. 8 Thus they deny the Lord, that bought Them with his vital Wood , Thus they by antichrift are taught, But cannot change our God. lxi ::. Advice to youth, Sec. I W HILE in your blooming days, Brave youth, acuve and Fair ; Forfake your evil ways, And walk no longer there j K But [ 86 ] But ferve the Lord With fweet accord, And truft in his Eternal word. 2 Oh ! leave your vain delights, Come leave your bafe employs, For Jefus how invites You, with a charming voice ; « O come," (fays he) " Come, tafte and fee " How fair and fweet « My favours be." 3 I have a ftrong defire To fee the rifing youth, From evil ways retire, And learn the ways of truth : Unfold thy rays Sweet God of grace, Teach them to walk. In wifdom's ways. •• 4 Throughout this earth around Great God infpire their tongues ; I long to hear the found Of univerfal fongs ; By ev'ry tongue Both old and young, I long to hear Hofannas fung. LXX, # [ 87 3 LXX. Long Metre. Our believing a truth does not create a truth, nor make a truth any truer. 1 If there was not a Chrift for me 'Till I believ'd in fuch a name, Then my belief muft furely be The fole creator of the Lamb. 2 But if there was a Chrijl for me, Ere I believ'd in fuch a name, Then faith creates him not, I fee, But gives me knowledge of the fame. 3 If faith creates the great I AM, What if we caft our faith away, It muft annihilate the Lamb, That holds up heav'n, and earth, and fea& 4 If Chrifi pays not a ranfom dear, 'Till the believing of his bride, Then our belief muft be the fpear, And often pierce his tender fide. 5 But if he paid a ranfom dear, Ere our believing minutes came, Then unbelief muft be the fpear, And faith gives knowledge of the fame. 6 If Chrift piys not a ranfom dear, 'Till we by faith the lame percieve, H 2 Theft [ 88 ] Then he mud die and fuffer hefe, As oft as diif ' rent men believe. 7 If there was not a Chrift for you, Oh ! man, 'till your believing hour, Then your belief hath made that true, Which was untrue, or falfe before. LXXI. Long Metre. The foul calling on hfelf to behold the mercy p/God, and the love of Chrift in fuffering for fins, &c. i x\pjSE my foul, fing and proclaim, The wend'rous mercies of thy God ; Thy fure falvation through the Lamb, Thine endlefs ranfom through his bloocL 2^My heart awake, my tongue prepare, And all my faculties agree ; Arife my foul, fing and declare The wond'rous love he bears to thee 3 Lift up thine eyes, my foul, and fee His dying groans, his bleeding veins, His active limbs nail'd to the tree ; His bloody fweat and awful pains. 4 Now let my foul take a furvey, How he pour'd out his vital blood, And wafh'd thy filthy guilt away, And funk the hills beneath the flood. 5 He C 89 3 r He waftYd away thy filthy ftain ; He bore thy fins, my foul, for thee ; He dy'd and rofe, and rais'd again Thy fallen itate of mifery. $ Now he has rais'd my foul again From the dark regions of the dead ; From bondage, darknefs, fear and pain, And treach'rous mares which Satan laid. 7 Not I alone, for yet I fee In Chrijl our head, the glorious Lamb, Our Father's whole poflerity, Bleft with the bleffing that I am. S Bleft with redemption, ftrong and fure, Tho' Vis to many yet unknown ; Yet there they ftand firm and fecure, Firm as our heav'nly Father's throne. LXXII. Common Metre. Job xxxv. 7, 8. 1 GOOD works that have their proper place, Are not to be defpis'd ; But works that ftand inftead of grace, Oppofe the blood of Chrift. 1 Our goodnefs can't extend to God r Who can we profit then ? H 3 Why [ 90 ] Why we may do his creatures good, Or help the fons of men. 3 Herein we may the Lord adore In works of righteoufnefs j Vifit the ii ck, relieve the poor, And feed the fatherlefs. 4 Let not our feet attempt to go, And charge the Lord for this, Tis but the fervice that we owe, And reafonable 'tis. 5 Give ev'ry work its proper ground, For they muft all expire, That's in the place of Jefus found, And burnt wi:h heav'nly fire. LXXIII. Short Metre. i Tim. i. j j. Matt. ix. 12. Rom.xi. 32. 1 ALAS ! why mould I be So vain as to condemn The rileft Tinners that I fee, Since lam one of them. 2 For fuch the Son of God, For fuch was crucify' d, For fuch alone he fpilt his blood, For none but fuch he dyU 3 The [ 9« 3 3 The whole they needed not Any phyfician lure, But Jefus Chrifi for finners wrought An everlaffing cure. 4 God did conclude the whole In fin through Adam's fall, That his almighty arm might roll His mercy over all. 5 This is a faithful word. Worthy of our belief, " For finners dy'd the blefTed Lord, " Of whom I now am chief." 6 Could ev'ry creature fee Themfelves the chiefeft, then There would not be oue Pharifee Amongit the fons of men. 7 I hate the word, " Hand by, " And come not nigh me now, " Thou art a publican, and I Am holier than thou." 8 How apt we mortals are To count ourfelves the belt- ; This tempts the fimple to defpair, And breaks their prefent reft. C 92 3 LXXIV. Common Metre. Adam the figure of Chrift, or the eqiial&p oftbet^t^ and the antitype. 1 xF he a type of Chrift was made, 'Tis reafon to fuppofe, Wide as the condemnation fpread, The blood of Jefus flows. 2 A perfect vefTel, and its mold, How jointly they agree j The type and antitype they hold, As full equality. 3 'Tis flupid folly, to pretend He was a type of him, Except the ranfom doth extend To ev'ry human limb. 4 Adarriy the type whom Satan hurPdj Contained all our hod ; The antitype redeem'd the world, And fav'd that which was loJL LXXV. Common Metre. John iii. 3. — Eph. ii. 14. I XI AD not a man been born again. Where mould we all have been, [ 93 ] The kingdom of eternal reign Our eyes had never feeij. i Betwixt the Gentile and the Jew, There's no partition-wall, And both are equal members too Of Chrijly the head of all. 5 If Chrljl our head, was born again From the dark womb of death, And we yet ftill unborn remain, He had but half a birth. \ If Chrljl fep'rate from us did rife, It truly may be faid, That he without a body lies, And we without a head. j But Chrifi, the whole creation's head 3 Was born again from death, His refur recYion from the dead, Was ev'ry member's birth. 5 When great Jehovah rais'd his SoHj, His angel did pronounce, Both Jew and Gentile to be one, A nation born at once. J7' Many may marvel much at this, As Nicodemus did ; But fo the church's union is To their eternal Head. LXXVI C 94 3 LXXVI. Common Metre. The human affinity of Chrift and the people., 1 THUS faith the fiift eleft of God, (The holy juft and true) " In ev'ry human nation's blood, " My garments I'll imbrue." 2 Our heav'nly Father fent.his Soa To fuffer in our ftead ; Not with an angel's nature on, But drefs'd in Abrairis feed. 3 Eternal Wifdom drew the plan, As he might bear our fin ; Made him in fafhion as a man, To ev'ry man akin. 4 When he was naiFd fail to the wood, Out of his human fide Ran ftreams akin to all our blood, And all his garments dy'd. 5 When he the Prophet, Prieft, and Son, On earth took his abode, He put the finful people on, And bore the painful load. 6 Jefits was made the people's head, Akin to ev'ry limb, And [ 95 ] And then the law in juftice laid Ies whole demands on him. LXXVII. Common Metre. Pfalm xlvi. 4. 1 xlOW wholefome are the ftreams that roll Frcra the redeeming Lamb ; "What peace and comfort to the foul, That feels and tafles the fame. 2 This heals the fick, confirms the fad, Their fears and doubts expel ; Tis this that makes the city glad, Where God delights to dwell. 3 This will give ears unto the deaf, And eyes unto the blind ; This will afluage the ieas of grief, The forrows of the mind. 4 This will confirm the feeble knees, And make the dumb to fmg Hofaona to the Prince of peace, The whole creation's King. LXXVII. L 9* ] LXXVIII. Long Metre. Awake, put on courage, in hope of eternal glory. i xlWAKE now ev'ry drowfy mind, Bid ev'ry doubtful thought be gone ; Cait ev'ry wand'ring thought behind, And put undaunted courage on. 2 See how the years they roll away ; Dear faints the day will foon appear, When we mall leave thefe tents of clay, And fly from each diffracting care. 3 Adieu tc all thefe mortal things, To all thefe trifling earthly toys, Fly up the hills on heav'nly wings ; The hills of ever lading joys. 4 To dwell with Chrjjl y our heav'nly King, The round of one eternal day, And hear the- notes that angels fing, And ilng as fair a note as they. 5 No more to grieve, no more to figh ; No more a mournful face appear •, From ev'ry face and mourning eye, Jefus will wipe off ev'ry tear. 6 Through all the mining courts of fame, Perpetual ftreams. of pleafure glide From C'97 ] From the rich fountain of the Lamb j What can we alk or wifh befide ? 7 There we mall fee him face to face, Forever fmiling on his queen, And we, the fav'rites of his grace, Shall drink immortal pleafures in. HYMNS C 98 ] HYMNS From ELHANAN WINCHESTERS COLLECTION. LXXIX. Long Metre. 1 -UlD our Immanuel die for us, To fave fuch poor rebellious men ? Did he difplay his pity thus, That we might come to God again ? 2 All human language wants a name, For this unfathom'd wond'rous lovej This pure immortal fervent flame, Sprang only from the God above. 3 What can we add ? our fpeech is faint ; We fink beneath the pond'rous load : This love no eloquence can paint ; Tis grand ! 'tis worthy of a God ! 4 Cerwhelm'd with this aby'fs of love, We Hand aitonilh'd at the grace, That C 99 ] That brought the Saviour from above. To die for all the fallen race ! 5 Did our Immatmel die for us ! What more can be by founds exprefl ? For finners Chrijl was made a curfe ; Eternity muft tell the reft. LXXX. Common Metre. 1 WHILE fhepherds watch'd their flocks by All feated on the ground, [night The angel of the Lord came down, And glory fhone around. 2 " Fear not," faid he (for mighty dread Had feiz'd their troubled mind :) u Glad tidings of gread joy I bring " To you, and all mankind. £ " To you in David's town, this day " Is born of DavicTs line, c A Saviour, who is Chrijl the Lord, « And this fliall be the %n ; 4 « The heav'nly babe ye there fhall find " To human view difplay'd, u All meanly wrapt in fwathing bands, " And in a manger laid." I 2 5 Thuj [ TOO ] 5 Thus fpqke the feraph jv^nd forthwith Appear'd a mining throng Of angels praifing God, and thus Addrefs'd their heav'nly fong j 6 " All glory be to God on high j " And on the earth be peace ; u Good will, henceforth, from heav'n to man " Begin and never ceafe." LXXXI. Common Metre. The name of Jefus. t How fweet the name of Jefus founds In a believer's ear ? It fooths his forrows, heals his wounds, And drives away his fear. 2 It makes the wounded fpirit whole, And calms the troubled bread ; Tis manna to the hungry foul, And to the weary reft. 3 Dear name ! the rock on which I build, My fhield and hiding-place •, My never-failing treas'ry fili'd With boundfefs ftores of grace. ; 4 By thee my pray'rs acceptance gain, Altho' with fin defil'd ; Satam [ ioi 1 Satan accufes me in vain, And I am own'd a child. c Jefus ! my fhepherd, hufband, friend, My prophet, prieft and king ; My Lord, my life, my way, my end, Accept the praife I bring. 4 Weak is the effort of my heart, And cold my warmeft thought ; But when I fee thee as thou art I'll praife thee as I ought ! 7 'Till then I would thy love proclaim With ev'ry fleeting breath ; And may the mufic of thy name Refrefh my foul in death. LXXXII. i BEHOLD ! the bright morning appears, And Jefus revives from the grave $ His rifmg removes all our fears, And mews him almighty to fave. How ftrong were his tears and his cries I The worth of his blood how divine ! How perfect his facrifice is, Who rofe, tho' he fuffer'd for fin! 2 The man who was crowned with thorns, The man who on Calvary dy'd, 1 1 The C 102 ] The man who bore fcourging and fcorns, Whom Tinners agreed to deride ; Now blefled forever is made, And life has rewarded his. pain ; Now glory has crowned his head, Heav'n fmgs of the Lamb that was flain, 3 Believing we mare in his joy ; By faith we partake of his reft ; With this we can chearfully die ; For with him we hope to be bleft. This makes us regardlefs of fame, And riches and honours defpife ; We fuffer for Jefus's name, That dying with him we may rife. Lxxxirr. i Rejoice, the Lord is king, Your God and king adore ; Morals give thanks and fing, Andtriumph evermore : Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice 9 Rejoice ! again I fay, Rejoice ! 2 Jefus the Saviour reigns, The God of truth and love; When he had purg'd our ftains, He took his feat above : Lift up your hearts^lift up your voice ; Rejoice ! again I fay, Rejoice ! 3 His C i°3 ] 3 His kingdom cannot fail, He rules o'er earth and heav'n ; The keys of death and hell Are to our Jefus giv'n : Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice 5 Rejoice ! again I fay, Rejoice ! 4 He fits at God's right hand, 'Till all his foes iubmit, And bow to his command, And fall beneath his feet : Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice ; Rejoice ! again I fay. Rejoice I 5 He all our foes (hall quell, Shall all our fins deft roy ; And ev'ry bofom fwell . With pure feraphic joy : Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice : Rejoice ! again I fay, Rejoice ! 6 Rejoice in glorious hope, Jcfus the judge fh.aU come, And take his fervants up To their eternal home : "We foon mail hear th' archangel's voice, • The trump of God fbstll found, Rejoice. LXXXtV" 1 I 104 3 LXXXIV. Common Metre. Mercy comes to the miferable, 1 C/AN we behold without amaze Our dear Redeemer's love ? Moft marvellous are all his ways ! His goodnefs fhines above. 1 To mortal worms he mews his grace, And makes his mercies known \ On us the glories of his face Moil wond'roufly have flione. 3 'Tis of his mercy that we live, And favours thus poflefs; "Hs mercy freely doth us give The gift of righteoufnefs. 4 Mercy doth to the worth lefs come, Or we could not receive \ In th£ Redeemer there is room For finners who believe. 5 Mercy refpe&s mere wretchednefs, And perfect mifery ; Chrift hVd, dy'd, rofe, poor man to blefs, And fet the helplefs free. LXXXV,* [ 105 "J LXXXV. 1 COME, thou almighty king, Help us thy name to fing, Help us to praife ! Father all-glorious, O'er all victorious,. Come, and reign over us, Ancient of clays. 2 Jefus, our Lord, arife, Scatter our enemies, And make them fall ! Let thine almighty aid Our fare defence be made, Our fouls on thee be ftay'd : Lord, hear our call ! 3 Come, thou incarnate Word, Gird on thy mighty fword, Oar pray'r attend ! Come ! and thy people blefs, And give thy word fuccefs - 9 Spirit of Holinefs Oa us defcend ! 4 Come, holy Comforter, Thy facred witnefs bear In this glad hour ! Thou who Almighty art, Now rule in ev'ry heart, [ io6 ] And ne'er from us depart, Spirit of pow'r ! $ To the great One in Three, Eternal praiies be, Hence — evermore! * His fov'reign majefly May we in glory fee, And to eternity, Love and adore. , LXXXVI. Long Metre. i YE nations hear, 'tis Heav'n doth call ; Ye kings, ye (laves, of ev'ry tongue, Give ear ; the theme concerns you all ; The great falvation is my fong. 2 'Tis not for this or t'other realm, 'Tis no fuch mean contracted fchcme : Let ev'ry tongue adopt the Pfalm, The common fafety is my theme. 3 The grand deliv'rance then difplay'd, By God's dear Son, the prince of peace, When rifing from the grave, he faid To his elev'n, with lips of grace. 4 " Ye fee I live, who once was (lain : " Tell all the world the gladfome news, « That C 107 ] " That God is love, and loves all men, " Barbarians, Greeks, as well as Jew*, ' " In deferts, towns, to ev'ry kind, y O'er ev'ry mountain, ev'ry plain, " Tell my falvation's not confin'd " To any rank or fort of men. > " Speak boldly in my name to all ; " My word with equal force prevails " On wife, on fools, on great, on fmall ; " The mountains level, raife the vales. Regard not how the news will pleafe " The fons of pride, who make their boaft "Of wifdom, wealth, and worldly eafe ; " Nor think your labour will be loft. " Dream not in all th* apoftate race " A well-difpofed heart to find, u To welcome, or improve my grace ; " Hope nothing from the human mind. " The great reward of all my pain " Stands not on fuch precarious ground 5 " Or not one foul would life obtain, " And all my pangs be fruitlefs found. « He that furveys the heart of man, " Who teftifies 'tis only ill, Would ne'er have form'd this faving plaa " On ought depending on his will : * "Yet ( [ io8 ] x i " Yet God in mercy purpos'd hath, (" And God's lalvation ftandeth fure,) « To fyte all nation ■ ; .and my death « J le their bieiTednefs fecure. 12 " All my redeem' d lure mercies boaft, " For fo his mil that lent me is, 4 Th he gave me be not loft, « But ^o endlefs bills." . 13 The grace of God in Jefus fhewn, l\L4\ fure lalvation brings along, « Sal our God alone," Of ev'ry tribe fhall be the fong. 14 Is any heart fo black, fo foul, K . Excluded here I 'tis iurely mine ; But who's that narrow-hearted foul God's common fafety dares confine ? '15 Who dares confine it unto them Whoboaft a will diipos'dt' embrace? Who boaft a mind of better frame, T improve the influence of his grace ? 56 Who can by merit God prevent ? Let him ftand forth for recompdnce 5 But, Lord, to me for ever grant Preventing grace as my defence. 17 Be that redemj rion mine I pray, Which guilty men m Jefus fee; 4 " That; [ io 9 5 That, with the whole redeem'd, I may The praife of all afcribe to thee. LXXXVII. 1 He dies! the friend of finners dies ! Lo ! Salem's daughters weep around ! A folemn darknefs veils the ikies ! A fudden trembling fhakes the ground ! Come, faints, and drop a tear or two, For him who groan'd beneath your load I He fried a thoufand drops for you, A thoufand drops of richer blood ! 2 Come, finners, view your Saviour dead ♦, And weep around his lonely tomb ! Your hope, your joy, your all is fled, For ah ! your champion's overcome ! A conflict with the pow'rs of hell Your Saviour did for you fuftain ; He nobly fought, but ah ! he fell ! Break, hearts of flint ! the Lamb is {lain ! 3 Here's love, and grief, beyond degree, The Lord of glory dies for men ! But lo ! what fudden joys we fee, Jefusy the dead, revives again ! The rifmg God forfakes the tomb; (The tomb in vain forbids his rife) Cherubic legions guard him home, And Ihout him welcome lo the fkies I K 4 Break r 'no ] $. Break off your tears, ye faints, and tell How high our great deliv'fer reigns ; Sing how he fpoil'd the hofts of hell, And led the rnonfter death in chains ; Say ; " Live for ever, wond'rous King ! " Born to redeem, and ftrong to fave !" Then aflc the rnonfter — « Where's thy fling ? f< And where's thy vict'ry, boafting grave ?'" LXXXVIII, 1 KJ Ail loving Lamb, A finner I am, And come as a finner thy mercy to claim. 2 With joy I embrace The pardon and grace Thy paiiion hath purchas'dfor all the loft race, 3 For finners like me Thy mercy is free 5 O, who would not love fuch a Saviour as thee ? 4 Yet long I withftood And fled from my Go J, But mercy purfu' 1 with the cry of thy blood! 5 It challenged its ftra$ r , And forc'd me to ft ay, And wafh'd all rny fins in a moment away. 6 I 6 I felt it apply'd, \nWdl And joyfully cry'd, ^dy d . Me, me Aouhaft lov'd, and for me thou ha, 7 How mighty thou art, ' O love, to convert ! Love only could conquer fo ftubborn an he 8 The love of God-man Alone could conftrain So ftufdy a rebel to love thee agaifc o But fure at the laft Thv goodnefs I taite •, My foul on thy goodnefs delighted I call. io Thy goodnefs I'll pralfe, I'll fing of thy grace, And joyfully live out my tew nappy da}S> 1 1 And when thy dear love Me hence mail remove, O then I (hall fing like the ange.s above. 12 Yet there when I am, My work is the fain*, ^ T afcribe my falvation to God and tne Lamb, f o Salvation to God, . 3 I'll publifh abroad, L bl °^ And make Heav'n ring with the cry of tt K 2 *4 T C 112 ] 14 Tm Lamb that was flain, \\k liveth again, And Ifith my Jefus for ever mall reign. / LXXXIX. Long metre. For the Lord's Supper. 1 WHAT heav'nly Man, or lovely God, % Comes marching downward from t!& ikies, ■J?/ u m garm? nts roli ' d in b] ood, With joy and pity in his eyes ? 2 The Lord ! the Saviour! yes, Vis he, I know him by the fmiles he wears • Dear glorious Man that dy'd for me, Drench'd deep in agonies and tears. . • 3 Lo, he reveals his mining breaft ! I own thofe wounds, and I adoije • Lo, he prepares a royal feaft, Sweet fruit of the marp pangs he bore ! 4 Whence flow thefe favours fo divine ? LORD ! why ib lavifh of thy blood ? Why for fuch earthly fouls as mine, This heavily flem, this facred food ? ; 'Twashis own love that made him bleed, lhat naii'd him to the curled tree; Twas I H3 J Twashis own love this table fpread. For fuch unworthy worms as we. A Then let us tafte the Saviour's love. Come faith, and feed upon the Lord; ■ wSgladconWtoarlips mall move * Inlfweet Hofanna's crown the board, XC. . Common Metre, ' Redeemingh've- i COME heavnly love, infpire my fong, \\r; f h thv immortal flame ; wfeacUy heart, and teach my tongue, The Saviour's lovely name. .The Saviour lO^hatendlefs charms Dwellintheblifsfuliound! Its influence ev'ryfear difarms, And fpreads fweet comfort towd* o Here pardon, life, and joys divine In rich effufion flow, For guilty rebels loft m 1ib, < , Anddoom'dtoev^i^-: '■'^ 4 God's only fon,.(ftupenCo,: Y orfook his throne aoove. And fwift to fave our wre^c^a race, He flew on wings of love, , r rr 4 ] 5 IV almighty former of the (Lies, ^toop'd t( , ; abode 5 Dgels view'd with wondW eves Aaidfail'dth' incarnate God. ™ ' 6 O the rich depths of love 'divine J Of blifs, a boundlefs ftore : Dear Saviour, let me call thee mine. I cannot wilh for more. 7 On thee alone my hope relies, Beneath thy crofs I fall, My Lord, my life, my facrifice, My Saviour, and my all. XCL Short metre. Chrijlan Love. a L.ET party names no more > The chriftian world o'erfpreac! ; Gentle and Jew, and bond and free Are one in Chrift their head. 2 Among the faints on earth, Let mutual love be found j Heirs of the fame inheritance, With mutual bleffings crown'd. ! Let envy and ill-will Be baniih'd f ar away; Thofc Thofe mould in ftritteft friendfhip dwell, Who the lame Lord obey. 4 Thus will the church below Referable that above, Where ftreams of pleafure ever flow, And ev'ry heart is love. XCII. ' It is finifhed. ! " 'TlS flnifh'd" the Redeemer faid, And meekly bow'd his dying head, Whilft wc this fentence fcan. Come, fmners, and obferye the word, Behold theconquefts of the Lord, Complete for helplefs man. 2 Fmifh'd the righteoufnefs of grace, . Finim'd for fmners pard'ning peace j Their mighty debt is paid : Accufmg law cane ell' d by blood, And wrath of an offended God In fweet oblivion laid. . Who now mall urge a fecond claim ? The lav/ no longer can condemn, Faith a refcafe- can mew : &1&I [ »6 ] Jufhce itfelf a friend appears, The priibn-houfe a whifper hears " Loofe him and let him go." * 4 O unbelief, injurious bar ! Source of tormenting, fruitlefs fear, Why dolt thou yet reply ? Where'er thy loud objections fall * Tis finifh'd,'' /till may an f wer ^i And filence ev'ry cry. ' His toil divinely finifiVd Hands, But ah ! the praife his work demands, Careful may we attend ! Conclufion to our fouls be this, Becaule falvation fini/h'dis, Our thanks /hall never end. xcnr. L/HRIST the Lord is ris'n to-day, Sons of men and angels fay [ Raife your joys and triumphs high, Sing, ye htav'ns, and earth reply. Love's redeeming work is done, Fought the fight, the battle won ; Lo ! our fen's eclipfe is o'er. L.o ! he fits in blood no more. q This [ H7 •] L Vain the ftonc, the watch, the fed, Chrift hath burft the gates of hell: Death in vain forbids his rife, Chrift hath open'd paradik. 4 Lives again our glorious king, j •Where, O death, is now thy Iting * Once he dy'd our fouls to fave) ^here's thy viftory, O grave; 5 Soar we now where Chrift hath led, ' Foll'wing our exalted head $ Made like him, like him we rile. Ours the crofs, the grave the flaes. 6 What tho' once we perifh'd all, Partners of our parents fall } Scconi life we ail receive, In our heav'nly Adam live. 7 Hail the Lord of earth and heav'n? Praife to thee by both be giv'n ! Thee we greet triumphant now. Hail the refurre&ion—thou ! i King of glory 1 foul of bins J Everlafting life is this-— Thee to know— thy pow'r to prove, Thus to fiog, and thus to love. L us ] HYMNS By M^. SE GRAVE. xciv. Long Metre. At the meeting of convention. t NOW we are met from difPrent parts ; May heav'nly love infpire our hearts ; ♦ May all we do be done in love, Like thofe that meet to praife above. I May this a ftriking emblem be, Of that great meeting, all muft fee: Where heav'nly Jove tunes ev'ry chord. In loud hofannas to the Lord. ; Be with us, Jefus, while we flay, And guide us when we praife or pray; In all we do, may we proclaim, The praife and glory of thy name. xcv. [ "9 1 xcv. Short Metre. Parting of the convention. i DEAR Lord ! we now mufl part, A parting bleiTing give, With thy rich love fill ev'ry heart. That we in love may live. 2 And tho' we're far away, May we united be, And for each other daily pray, That we may live in thee. 3 All glory to the Lamb, May we forever fmg \ And bid farewell, while we proclaim Hofannas to our king. XCVI. Short Metre. Chrifimas Hymn, i 1 HE long expected Son, The wond'rous Virgin bears ; Th' Archangel leaves the lofty throne. And thus to man declares : " Fear not, behold, and fee ! < c We do glad tidings bring, WhicV [ 120 ] « Which fhall unto all people b«, " To you is born a King. 3 " A Saviour > Chrift the Lord, ". To you is born, this day, « And tho' by heav'nly hofls ador'd, " Doth in a manger lay." 4 Impatient while their fongs, The fallen race refute : An heav'nly hoft employ their tongues, And ihouts the gen'rous news ! 5 To God all glory be, We fing the Saviour's birth ; Good will to men, he makes them free, A joyful peace on earth. XCVII. Long Metre. Hymn before the Lord's Supper, after fermon. 1 U£AR Jefus wilt thou with us meet, While we at fupper, humbly join, To praife thy bounty, while we eat • Thy bread, and drink thy bounteous win*. 2 Thefe emblems of thy dying love, Set forth thy pafiion on the tree, And to our fenfes always prove Thy love continues great and free. 3 Here [ 121 ] 3 Here may our faith thy body view, And worthily thy love partake ; May this our faith and love renew And all we afk is for thy fake. XCVIII. Common metre. After flipper. 1 "WE .eat, dear Lord, the broken bread, Which thy free bounty gave : A lively emblem of our head, Who dy'd the world to lave. 2 Here ev'ry grain is join'd in one, One body all express ; Hear mines our union' with the So::, The Lord our rightequfhefs. 3 Dear Jefus % while We taflft the wine, Which has the wine-prefs bore, 'Tis to fed forth that blood of thine, Prefs'd from each facred pore. 4 May humble joy mfpir: each tongue, While we thy death exprefs ; And fiat dear name cc ng •, The Lord, our rigfcteouj L XCIX. L 122 ] XCIX. Common Metre, Funeral thought. i WHY ftiould we fear, to meet the tomb ? Since there our Jefus lay, And left a lafting fweet perfume, Amidft the filent clay. 2 Our life is hid in him our head, And faith forbids to fear ; In him we live, tho' we are dead, And with him muft appear. 3 O death ! Where is thy fatal fling ? Since Chrift for all did die, And rofe that we might fhout and ling Grave Vhere's thy victory ? Common metre. Fall in Adam, recovery in Cbrifi. 1 ADAM the firft, contain'din one, The 7 male and female too, A wond'rous work in him begun ; The wond'rous myft'ry view. 2 From him the female nature took, They ftand a happy pair ; Till C 125 3 'Till coveting, unhappy look ! They wim forbidden fare. j They eat, but O ! unhappy food f Their eyes are op'd to fee ; The evil now, as well as good, And find they naked be. Here fear and fhame, diftrefs and guilt, The mis'ries of the fall Is by the two feverely felt, And we are funk in thrall. PAUSE. But fhall the tempting ferpent boaft A total conquefl here ? The glorious work of God be loffc And funk in endlefs fear ! 6 O God forbid ! was this the doom 3 We might with John bewail, But Judah's lion from the womb, Hath power, nddid prevail. 7 The female fever'd from the man, In the tranfgreffion iiriT:, Had promifed, that her feed again, Should make her children juft 8 Here fnines the great, the morning ftar ; Here Michael takes the field, L2 Hb [ 124 ] His foes unequal to the war. Do to Emmanuel yield. 9 He fought, and broke the ferpent's head ; And hath deftroy'd his throne : And the whole world for which he blecL, His pow'r and grace (hall own. CI. Short metre. Fall and recovery of the human race. 1 ALL ruin'd by the fall, And doom'd to fore diftrefs, 'Till Jefus paid the debt for all, In him we've righteoufnefs. 2 'Tis here we Hand complete, In him we live and move ; And lay with Mary at his feet, And praife the God of love, 5 Let all the fallen race Unite their fongs in one ; And while they ling redeeming grace, Proclaim what Cb rift has done. Short E "5 ] CII. Short Metre. Great *nd free falmat'ion. i Salvation ! o the thought \ For finners doom'd to die, Paid for by Jefus, dearly bought, To raife his foes on high. ■2 Salvation, O the fong, Let all the world proclaim, And ev'ry heart, and ev'ry tongue, Rejoice to hear the name. 3 Salvation, rich and free, Salvation, long and broad, Salvation for fuch worms as we, Tis all the work of God. 4 He works to will and do, The Alpha is his name, And he the great Omega too, All glory to the lamb. cm. Let all creatures praife God. I LET all created things, Their chearful voices raife, And own the king of kings, With thankful fongs of praife. L 3 Creating [ I* ] Creating love •, Should loud be fun^ Thro' ev'ry world, By ev'ry tongue. Let angels round the throne, In joyful ranks above, His power amd goodnefs own, And his preferving love. With thankful tongues His praife proclaim, And drop their crowns To fhout his name. Let all old Adam's race, Wherever they may be, Shout the redeemer's grace, And to him bow the knee : He dy'd for all, And to reftore All things, he rofe To die no more. CIV. Myjlery of Redemption » GREAT was the myftery Of godlinefs reveai'd, That God fhoald human be, This book was ever feal'd, 'Till [ 127 ] Till ChriJ, prevail'd, To ope the book And in it look ; • He never fail'd. 2 Thus immortality, He freely brought to light ; Tor finners doom'd to die, In whom was his delight 9 Ere time began ; He lov'd the whole, For ev'ry foul He laid the plan. 3 Here angels filent lie, In the bright realms above, Tho' they defire to pry Into this wondrous love » They muft give place And never know Like us below, Redeeming grace. 4 Let the redeem' d above, And all below the ikies, Shout the Redeemer's loye \ And loud repeat their jcyo , Let Adam's race, With joy proclaim The Saviour's name, And fmg his grace. ff I 128 ] cv. Creating Goodnefs. 1 WHY does my tongue refufe to fmg, My heart fo ftupid lie, When the great works of God my king, Do ftrike my wand'ring eye ? 2 The matfy globe on which I fland, Hangs on his power alone, The ebbing fea begirt with fund, His pow'r and glory own. 3 The humble flirub, the cedar high, The tow'ring oak and pine, Befpeak his awful majefly, And own his arm divine. 4 The gilded arches, fpangle forth, With lamps of Aiming light ; From eafl: to weft, from fouth to north, His awful pow'r and might. 5 Bright fol, with his enlivening rays Lends to the moon her light, And join in filent ftrokes to praife, The Maker day and night. 6 But who can count the vaft detail ? Of all that own his hand, My time decays, my numbers fail, And I mnft filent fhnd. . ■* • CVI, [ I2 9 1 CVI. Long Metre. Unvvzrfal redemptiw. i Redemption, o \ the joyful news For Gentiles poor as well as Jews, Amazing thought ! what can it mean ? And can the Ethiope be clean ? 2 Can Scythian, and Barbarian, too, Be fav'd as well as Greek and Jew, The Africans among the reft, Can they be J$fi£$ wedding gueft ? 3 Can camel thro' a needle go ? 'Tis poffible with God, we know; And fo by his unbounded grace Can fave a^loit, a finful race. 4 Mercy and truth in Jefus meet, Juftice and love here fhine complete y Then Chrift is able all to do, To pay the debt, and pardon too. 5 Here rich, and poor, and bond, and free 3 Come, blind and halt, you all (hall fee* In him they've life, and hence proclaim, The praife and glory to the Lamb. 6 Then may all heav'n and earth refcund, With thanks to God, with awe profound; And [ *3© ] And love, and thanks, and praife cxprcfs To Chriji the Lord, our righteouihefs. CVII. Creating and redeeming love, I YE angels that furround the throne, Where your Creator's name is known, Through .ail the realms above, Your greateft (kill in praifing try, And all your golden harps employ, To fmg creating love. 2 But you the children of his love, Who have been call'd to mount above,. From fin and forrow too : Let angels to your fongs give place, For you can Ting redeeming grace, Your fong is always new. 3 And may not we, who ftill flay here, With joy and triumph lend an ear, And humbly try to ling, Tho' darkly thro' a glafs we lee, Each of us cry, he dy'd for me, Adored be my King. 4 But when we take the facred book, And at each precious promifelook, Of univerfal grace : 'Tis here the joyful day we view, Whe* [ i*i ] When the poor Gentile with the Jew, Shall fee his Saviour s face. 5 Then may all Adam's fallen race, As fellow-heirs of this fame grace, And branches of one vine, In one eternal fong confpire, To praife the Lamb, our foul's defii e, When all their brethren join. CVIII. Common Metre. Salvation through the love of God alone, i LOUD hallelujahs to thy name, Thou conq'ring God of grace ! Who on the bert of errands came, To fave a ruin'd race. 2 Why didlt thou leave the realms above^ And dei^n to come below ? 'Twas fure thy own eternal love ; Ttach us this truth to know. 3 For when we view the objects; Lord, Of thy rich love divine j Rebels to thee, in thought and word. Here doth thy goodnefs ihine, 4 For guilty jinners, great and fmall, For fallen Adams race, For [' 132 ] For Jew and Gentile, yea for all, Here mines thy matchlefs grace. 5 Halle, halle, hallelujah, Hallelujah to Jefus, "lallelujah and Hoianna, To him who died to fave us. CIX. Long Metre. Before baptifm by emerfion. i WE'RE not afham'd to follow him ; Who bow'd his head in Jordan''?, ftream ; And rifing from beneath the wave, Set forth his pow'r to leave the grave. 2 Here in the likenefs of his death, We for a time refign our breath, Then rife and leave the wat'ry grave, So Jefus rofe the world to iave. 3 Here we our faith, in him profefs, Who rofe the Lord, our righteoumefs, Nor do we fear to own the Lfc In fweet compliance with his word. 4 Come follow him, dear brethren, come, He rofe for ah, and le r t the tomb -, Believe and be baptiz'd,and tell We trnft in him who vanquiih'd hell. [ n$ 1 ex. Common Metre. Atter taptifm. i WE'RE not baptiz'd to waili awry Our guilt, or fave from woe, But ourdear mailer to ooey, And in his footiteps go. 2 Bury'd with Cbrij}, our heav'nly king, In likenefs of his death, As he srofe, we rife to fing ; May praife employ our breath. , Where is thy vicl'ry* conquer'd grave ? O death ! where is thy lhng : Since Jefm rofe the world to lave, May all- the vWry fmg. CXI. Long Metre. On the Iwe of God. j THY love, O God, my feeble voice, .Would fain attempt, would try to fpeak, Bu? in the boundleft ocean loft, [j«* M y thought's too leant, my power 3 too 2 To what can I Ay love compare ? Howcanlfethygooanefsfortn^ th . ng mmm ^M^^j^jgm [ 134 ] Nothing, O Lord ! on earth there are, From eaft to weft, from fouth to r 3 If I compare it to a fea, Without a bottom or a fhore, I fee the great difparity, A fea muff end, and be no more. 4 If thro' the orbs of light I range, And mould compare it to the moon ; Tis wrong, the moon does often change, And here we fee the dirFrence foon. 5 If to the fun, whofe heav'nly rays Give life to nature here below ; I blufh, and check the warbliag toys, y love firft made the fun, w£ know. (> It to the num'rous ftars of heaven, That round the globe in myriads mine, They are but fparks thy love "has giv'n, They only flow from love divine. CXII. Go/pel. ■ t/OME, finners, give up the vain chafe For heav'n, by all you can do : Come, tr.uA in ImmanuePg grace, He is theftraight gate to go thro' : Believe ! he has fuffer'd for all, For all, yea, for all that was loft, And C ns 1 And knowing 'twould fave them from thrall, He gave up his life on/the crofs. 2 The law we had broke he made good, 1 Fulfilling its- precepts complete, • And fealing the cov'nant with blood, To heav'n has took the receipt. Here juftice has got its demand, And rivers of mercy may flow, And all from ImmanuePs hand, 'Tis peace this falvation to know. 3 May this bonndlefs ocean of love, Conftra'm us to* follow the lamb, Pu riuing our portion above, Adoring and praifmg his name : This is a falvation complete, Forbidding the foul to rebel : But lay at ImmanuePs feet, Nor fearing the powers of hell. CXIII. Long metre. Morning Hymn. BLESS'D be thy name, my God and King 3 Fain .would my heart thy praifes fmg. For all the mercies of the night, And bleffings of the morning light. \ M 2 2 'Tis [ 136 ] 2 'Tis thro' thy mercy, Lord, to me, I've liv'd another day to fee ; May I this clay thy praife proclaim, And give the glory to thy name. 3 Give me this day my daily bread, And while my body's richly fed, O ! may my iotil be truly blefs'd, And feed on Ckri/r, my righteoumefs. CXIV. Common Metre. Evening Hymn. * MY ev'ning thanks, Lord, I would pay To thy protecting arm, Thou haft preferv'd me all the day, And fafe from ev'ry harm. 2 From dangers feen and unfeen too, Thou haft preferved me : O ! may the thought my heart indue With fongs of praife to thee. 3 And now I lay mc down to ileep In thee, my foul's delight j Dear JtfitS) may thy mercy keep Me through the fiient night. HYMNS [ 1.37 ] HYMNS AND PSALM By DrI WATTS. cxv. ■ Short Metre. Love to enemies ; or, The love ofChriJl to fanners typi- fied in David* * BEHOLD the love, the gen'rous love* That holy David fhows ! Hark how this founding bowels move To his afHifted foes ! 2 When they are fick, his foul complains, And feems to feel the fmart, The fpirit of the gofpel reigns, And melts his pious heart. 3 How did his flowing tears condole, As for a brothei dead ! And, failing, mortify' d his foul, iilefor their life he pray'd. M3 4 O [ 13? ] 4 O glorious type of heav'nly grace ! Thus Chriit the Lord appears ; While Tinners curfe, the Saviour prays, And pities them with tears. 5 He, the true Oavid, Ifrael's king, Blefs'd and bclov'd of God, To fave us rebels, dead in fin, Pay'd his own dearefl blood. CXVI. Common Metre. Ihe Vanity of man as mortal. 1 TEACH me the meafure of my days, Thou maker of my frame ! I would furvey life's narrow fpace. And learn how frail I am. 2 Afpan is all that we can boaft, An inch or two of time ; Man is but vanity and duff, In all his flow'r and prime. 3 See the vain race of mortals move, Like fhadows o'er the plain ; They rage and ft rive, deiire and love, But all the nolle is vain. 4 Some walk in honour's gaudy (how ; Some dig for golden ore 5 They [ 139 ] They toil for heirs they know not who., And {trait are feen no more. r What Giould I wi'lh or wait for, then, From creatures earth and duit ? They make our expectations vain, And difappoint our trufl. 6 Now I forbid my carnal hope, My fond defires recal ; I give my mortal intr'efl up, And make my God my all. CXVIL Common Metre. Sick-bed devotion; or, Pleading without repining, 1 GOD of my life, look gently down! Behold the pains I feel ! But I am dumb before thy throne, Nor dare difpute thy will, 2 Difeafes are thy fcrvants, Lord! They come at thy awpuntfttd : Tllnot attempt a murm'rmg word, Afiainft thy chaining hand. 3 Yet may I plead with humble cries, Remove thy fharp rebukes , Ml My ftrength confuroes, my fpirit d;. Through thy repeated itrokes. • 4 Cru/h'd as a moth beneath thy hand, We mouJder to the dull : Our feeble pow'rs can ne'er withftand, And all our beauty's loft.. [5 This mortal life decays apace ; How foon the bubble's broke ! Adam, and all his nnm'rous race, Are vanity and finoke.] 6 I'm but a fojourner below, As all my fathers were: May I be well prepar'd to go, When I the luminous hear, ra-'da while, -emylaft remove, Thy praiie {hall be my bufmefs i\il\, And I'll declare thy love. CXVIIJ Common metre. The '? near nation ana fact ifice of Chrifi. 1 1 HUS faith the Lord, < Your work is vain, 1 Give your burnt-offerings o'er : ( In dying goa ts, and bullocks llain, ' My foul delight no more.' 2 Then [ M« ] 2 Then fpake the Saviour, ^o ! Fm here, < My God, to do thy will ; < Whate'er thy facred books declare, « Thy fervant (hail fulfil. 3 < Thy law is ever in my fight, « I keep it near my heart •, * Mine ears are cpen'd with delight, < To what thy lips impart.' 4 And fee ! the biefs'd Redeemer comes, Th' eternal fon appears •, And, at th' appointed time aflumes The body God prepares. Much he reveal'd his Father's grace, And much his truth he fhow'd ; And preach' d the way of righteoufnefs, Where great aiTemblies flood. 6 His Fathers honour touch'd his heart, He pitied miners' cries -, And to fulfil a Saviour part 3 Was made a facrifice. PAUSE 7 No blood of beafts, on alters (lied, Could warn the confcieace clean ; But the rich facrifice he paid, Atones for all our fm. 2 Then • . • c 3 Then was the great falvation fpread, And SatanVTuRgdom fhook ; Thus, by the woman's promisM feed, • The ferpent's head* was broke. CXIX. Common Metre. Chrifi's obedience and death ; or, God glorified arid Jirinersfa T** 1 r ATHER ! I fing thy wond'rous grace ; I blefs my Saviour's name ; He bought falvation for the poor And bore the Tinner's fhame. 2 His deep diftrefs has rais'd us high ; His duty and his zeal Fulfill'd the law which mortals broke,, And finiili'd all thy will. 3 His dying groans, his Jiving fongs, Shall better pleafe my God, Than harp or trumpet's folemn found. Than goats or bullocks blood. 4 This /hall his humble followers fee, And fet their heatts at reft ; They hy his death draw near t< ■ [ 143 ] '•5 Let heaven, and all that dwell on h To God their vol While lands.and feas affi|t the iky, And join t'advance the praife. 6 Sion is thine, mof: holy God ! Thy Son (hall blei tes ; i I glor^pmKhas'd by his blood, For tlrpiwlfra'l w- CX Qhrlji's kingdom among the Gen.. I JESUS (ball reign where'er the lira ;es his fucceffivejourriies run ; kingdom ftretch from ihore to more, : 3ons mail wax and wane no more. 2 People and realms of ev'ry Dwell . frh fweeteff ib .ant-voices fhail proclaim igs on liis nam*. lgs abound where'" -^ ; oris'ner leaps to lofe his chains, eary find eternal reft, all the fons oi |4 Where he r pow'r, him the tribes of Adam boaft - bieiiings than the:; father loft.1 t M4 ] 5 Let ev'ry creature rife, and bring Peculiar honours to our king : Angels, defcend with fongs again -, And earth repeat the loud Amen. CXXI. Long Metre. Salvation by Chrijf. I SALVATION is forever nigh The fouls that fear and truft the Lord; And grace descending from on high, Freih hopes of glory ftiall afford. 1 Mercy and truth on earth are met, Chrijl the Lord came dome fron bmce heav'n j Bv his obedience fo complete, Juftice is pkas'd, and peace is giv'n. Now truth md honour ftiall abound, th again, » n ly inftu fs the ground, m Redeemer's gentle reign. CXXII. C »mmon Me* re. T„e covenant oj > 5 ™> cifflklhns .-; .,n. Yzt (faith th«Lord)if DavW's race, .* The children of my Son, Shoul [ M5 ] ■ Should break my laws, abufe my g • And tempt mine anger down : 2 c Their fins I'll vi'fit with the rod, « And make their folly fmart ; « But I'll not ceaie • o be their God, * Nor from my truth depart. 3 * My cov'nant I will ne'er revoke, < But keep my grace in mind ; « And what Eternal love hath l'poke, ' « Eternal truth (hail bind; 4 c Once have I {worn (I need r: c And pledg'd my hoiinefs, c Tofeal the ftcred promife fure c To David and his race. 5 « The fun mail fee his offspr::: c And fpread from fea to fea, 6 Lon as he travels round the C. :. 'Sure as the moon that rules th . < His ki are, 4 Till the fix'dlaws of (hade and light. * Shall be ot n exxnr, C m6 ] cxxrn. Long Metre. ChriJTs incarnation* 1 THE Lord is come % the heav'ns proclaim His birth ; the nations learn his name ; An unknown ftar directs the road Of eaftern fages to their God. 2 All ye bright armies of the fkies, Go, worfhip where the Savio.it lies $ Angels and kings before him bow, Thofe gods on high, and gods below. 3 Let idols totter to the ground, And their own worshippers confound. But Judah fhout, but Zion fing, And earth confefs her fov'reign king. CXXIV. Common Metre. The Meffiab's ceming and kingdom. 3 JOY to the world ! the Lord is come ! Let earth receive her king ; Let ev'ry heart prepare him room, And heaven and nature fing. 2 Joy to earth ! the Saviour reigns ! Let men their fongs employ ; While fields and floods, rocks, hills and Repeat the founding joy. [plains, 4 No C 147 ] 3 No more let fins and forrows grow, Nor thorns infeft the ground ; He comes to make his bleffings flow, Far as the curfe is found. 4 He rules the world with truth and grace* And makes the nations prove The glories of his righteoufnefs, And wonders of his love. cxxv. I long metre* Pralfe to our Creator. 1 aE nations round the earth, rejoice Before the Lord, your fov'reign king s Serve him with chearful heart and voice 5 With all your tongues his glory fmg. 2 The Lord is God : Tis he alone Doth life and breath, and being give ; We are his work, and not our own ; The Cheep that on his paftures live. 3 Enter his gates with fongs of joy, With praifes to his courts repair ; And make it your divine employ, To pay your thanks and honours there, 4 The Lord is good, the Lord is kind ; Great is his grace, his mercy fure : And the whole race of man (hall find, His truth from age to age endure. N2 CXXVL 143 ] CXXVI. Long Metre. Bleftng God for his goodnefs to foul and body. i BLESS, O my foul ! the living God; Call home thy thoughts that rove abroad*, Let all the pow'rs -within me join In work and worfhip fo divine. Z Blefs, O my foul ! the God of grace-, His favours claim the higheft praife : Why (hould the wonders he hath wrought, Be loft in filence, and forgot ? 3 "Tis he my foul, that fent his Son To die for crimes which thou haft done ; He owns the ranfpm, and forgives The hourly follies of our lives. 4 The vices of the mind he heals, And. cures the pains that nature feels ; ■ Redeems the foul from hell, and faves Cur wafting life from threat'ning graves. 5 Our youth decay'd, his pov'r repairs •, * His mercy crowns our growing years ; Ke fatisfies our mouth with good, And fills our hopes with heav'nly food. 6 He fees th' oppreiTor and th' oppreft, And often gives the iufVrers reft : But [ M9 ] But will his jtiftice more difplay In, the laft great rewarding day. ("7 His pow'r he fhow'd by Mofes' hands, And gave to Ifrael his commands ; But fenthis truth and mercy down To all the nations by his Son. 8 Let the whole earth his pow'r confefs, Let the whole earth adore his grace y The Gentile with the Jew (hall join In work and worfhip fo divine.] CXXVII. Common metre. Brotherly love. 1 LO! what an entertaing fight Are brethren that agree ! Brethren, whofe chearful hearts unite In bands of piety ! 2 When dreams of lovefrom Chrift^thefpring, Defcend to ev'ry foul •> And heavily peace, with balmy wing, Shades and bedews the whole : 3 'Tis like the oil divinely fweet On Aaron's rev'rend head ; The trickling drops perfum'd his feet, And o'er his garments fpread. N 3 4 Ti* fSo ] pleafant as the morning-dc That fall on Sion's hill, Where God his miideft glory fhowSj ArA makes his grace cliftil. cxxvnr. Common Metre. Praife to God from all nations. O All ye nations ! praiie the Lord, Each with a tongue ; In ev'ry language learn his word, And let his name be fung. His mei cy reigns through ev'ry land Proclaim his grace abroad ! For ever firm his truth mall ftand y Fraife ye the faithful God ! Long Metre. FROM all that dwell below the fides, Let the Creator's praife arife ; Let the Redeemer's name be fung, Thro' ev'ry land, by ev'ry tongue. lal are thy mercies ; Lord! Eternal truth attends thy word : {hall found from more to more, 'Till fun (hall rife, and fet no more. • exxx. [ i5i "J cxxx. Short Metre. i THY name, Almighty Lord ! Shall found thro' diftaut lands : Great is thy grace, and fure thy word 5 Thy truth forever -ftands. 2 Far be thine honour fpread, And long thy praife endure ; Till, morning light, and ev'ning fhadej Shall be exchang'd no more. CXXXI. Short Metre. The bleffednefs of go/pel times : or, the revelation oj Chrift to Jeivs and Gentiles. — Ifa.v. 2, 7—10. Mat. xiii. 16, 17. > X HOW beauteous are their feet Who ftand on Zw»'s hill ! Who bring falvation on their tongues, And v/ords of pc~ ;e reveal ! 2 How charming is their voice ! How fweet the tidings are ! " Zioriy behold thy Saviour-King, " He reigns and triumphs here." 3 How happy are our ears That hear this joyful found, Which kings and prophets waited for, And fought, but never found ! 4 How blefTed are our eyes That fee this heav'nly light ; Prophets and kings defir'd it long, But dy'd without the fight ! 5 The watchmen join their voice, And tuneful notes employ -, Jerufalem breaks forth in fongs, And defarts learn the joy. 6 The Lord makes bare his arm Thro' all the earth abroad : Let ev'ry nation now behold Their Saviour and their God. CXXXIT. Common Metre. ViSlorj over death —i Cor. xv. $S> & c « i O For an overcoming faith, To cheer my dying hours, To triumph o'er the monfter, Death, And all his frightful pow'rs ! 2 Joyful, with all the ftrength T have, Mv quiv'ring lips mould fing, « Where is thy boafled vicYry, Grave ; " And where the monger's fling ?" 3' [ 153 1 , If fin be pardon'd, I'm fecure; Death hath no fting befide •, The law gives fin its damning pow r ; But Chrift, my ranfom dy'd. 4 Now to the God of victory Immortal thanks t|e paid, Who makes us conqu'rors while we die Thro' Chrift our living head. CXXXIII. Common Metre. J wfion of the kingdom of Chjift among men— Kev. xxi. i — 4* I LO, what a glorious fight appears To our believing eyes ! The earth and fcaa arc pais'd away, And the o.d rolling Ikies : From the third heav'n, where God refute* That holy, happy place, The New Jerufalem comes down, Adorn' d with fhining grace. 3 Attending angels fhout for joy, And the bright armies fing, « Mortals, behold the facred feat «< Of your defcending King. . « The God of glory down to men " Removes his blefs'd abode 5 <« Men C **4 ] « Men, the dear objects of his grace, " And he the losing God. 5 « His own foft hand (hall wipe the tear* w From ev'ry weeping eye j w And pains and groans, and griefs and fears "And death itfelffhall die." 6 How long, dear Saviour, O how long ! Shall this bright hour delay ? Fly fv/ifter round, ye wheels of time, And bring the welcome day. CXXXIV. Long Metre. A wfion of the Lamb .— -Rev. v. 6—9. 1 ALL mortal vanities be gone, Nor tempt my eyes, nor tire my ears 5 Behold amidfl th* eternal throne, A vifion of the Lamb appears. 2 [Glory his fleecy robe adorns, Mark'd with the bloody death he bore 5 Sev'n are his eyes, and fev'n his horns, To fpeak his wifdom and his pow'r. 3 Lo, he receives a fealed book From him that fits upon the throne : C *55 ] JefuSy my Lord, prevails to look 'On dark decrees, and things unknown,] i All the aiTemblmg faints around Fall worshipping before the Lamb, And in new fongs of gofpel found, Addrefs their honours to his name, ; [The joy, the fhout, the harmony "Flies o'er the everlafting hills •, " Worthy art thou alone (they cry) C£ To read the book, to loofe the feals."3 % Our voices join the heav'nly (train. And with tranfporting pleafure fmg, « Worthy the Lamb that once was llain, « To be our teacher and our king l" 7 Worthy for ever is the Lord, That dy'd for treafons not his own, By ev'ry tongue to be ador'd, And dwell upon his Father's throne I cxxxv. Common metre. Hope of heaven by the refurrefiion of Chrift.-~» i Fet. i. 3,4, 5, I BLESS'D be the everlafting God, The Father of our Lord \ Be [ 156 ] Be his unbounding mercy prais'd, His majefty ador'd. 2 When from the dead he rais'd his Son, And calPd him to the fky, He gave our fouls a lively hope That they mould never die. 3 What tho' our inbred fins require Our flefh to fee the dud, Yet as the Lord our Saviour -role, So all his followers muft. 4 There's an inheritance divine, Referv'd againft that day \ 'Tis uncorrupted, undefii'd, And cannot fade away. 5 Saints by the pow'r of God are kept 'Till the falvation come ; We walk by faith, as flrangers here, 'Till Chrift ttiall call us home CXXXVI. Long Metre. ling grace : or, Joints beloved in Chrift, — Eph. i. 3. &c. 1 y^SUS, we blefs thy Father's name •, Thy God and ours are both the fame 5 What heav'nly bleffings from his throne, Flow down to finners thro' his Son ! 2 " Ch C T57 ] 2 * Chnjl be my firft ele&," he faid ; Then chofe our fouls in Ckrift our head ; Before he gave the mountains birth, Or laid foundations for the earth. 3 Thus did eternal love begin To raife us up from death and fin ; Our chara&ers were then decreed, « Blamelefs jfo love, a holy feed." 4 Predeftinated to be fons, Born by degrees, but chofe at once \ A new regenerated race, To praife the giory of his grace. 5 With Chrift our Lord we {hare our part In the affections of his heart : Nor (hall our fouls be thence remov'd, Till he forgets his Firft-belov'd, CXXXVII. Common Metre. Chrift Jeius the Lamb of God wrjbipped by all the creation.— K^. v._n— 13. i COME, let us join our cheerful fongs With angels round the throne 5 Ten thoufand thoufand are their their tongues, But all their joys are one. 1 « Worthy the Lamb that cly'd (thy cry) " To be exalted thus ;" O €C W ortny C 158 3 « Worthy the Lamb (our lips reply) " For he, was flam for us." 3 J e f us IS worthy to receive Honour and pow'r divine; And bleffings more than we can give, Be, Lord, forever, thine. 4 Let all that dwell above the fky, And air, and earth, and feas, Confpire to lift thy glories high, And fpeak thine endlefs praife. 5 The whole creation join in one. To blefs the facred name Of him that fits upon the throne, And to adore the Lamb. cxxxvnr. Long Metre. Chrifl's humiliation and exaltation. — Rev. v. 13. 1 WHAT equal honours mail we bring To thee, O Lord our God, the Lamb, When all the notes that angels fmg Are far inferior to thy name ? 2 Worthy is he that once was (lain, The Prince of Peace that groan'd and dy'd, Worthy to rife, and live, and reign At his Almighty Father's Me. 3 PowV L 1^9 3 ■3 Pow'r and dominion are his due, Who flood condemn'd at Pilate's bar; Wifdom belongs to Jefus too, Tho' he was charg'd with madnefs here, 4 All riches are his native right, Yet he fuftain'd amazing lofs j To him afcribe eternal might, Who left his weaknefs on the crofs. 5 Honour immortal mufl be paid, Iniiead of fcandal and of fcorn; While glory fhines around his head, And a bright crown without a thorn. 6 Bleflings for ever on the Lamb, Who bore the curfe for wretched men $ Let angels found his facred name, And ev'ry creature fay, Araea. CXXXIX. Long Metre. fbevalue of Chrln and hurigbteoujnefs t — Phil. iii.^-$* 1 No more, my God, I boaft no mors Of all the duties I have done ; I quit the hopes I held before, To truft the merits of thy Son. 2 Now for the love I bear his name, What was my gain I count my lofs ; O 2 My 4 C x6o ] My former pride I call my (hame, And nail my glory to his croli. 3 Yes, and Imuft and -will efleem All things but lofs for Jefui fake : O may my foul be found in him, And of his righteoufnefs partake 1 4 The beft obedience of my hands, Dares not appear before thy throne ; But faith can anfwer thy demands, By pleading what my Lord has done, CXL. Common Metre. The brazen ferpent : or, looking to Jefus.— John iii. 14, 15, 16. 31 SO did the Hebrew prophet raife The brazen ferpent high ; The wounded felt immediate eafe> The camp forbore to die. 2 " Look upward in the dying hour, « And live/' the prophet cries ; But Chrijl performs a nobler cure, "When faith lifts up her eyes. 3 High on the crofs the Saviour hung, High in the hea-'ns he reigns ; Here finners, by th* old ferpent (lung, Look, and forget their pains. 4 Whem 4 When God's own Son is lifted up, A dying world revives : The Jew beholds the glorious hope, Th' expiring Gentile, lives. CXLT. Common Metre. Saints in the bands of Chrifl— John X. 28, 2|* 1 FlRM as the earth thy gofpel (lands* My Lord, my hope, my truft* If I am found in Jefui hands, My foul can ne'er be loft. 2 His honour is engag'd to favc The meaneft of his fheep % All that his heav'nly Father gave His hands fecurely keep. 3 Nor death nor hell (hall e'er remove His fav'rites from his breaft \ In the dear bofom of his love They muft for ever reft. CXLII. Short Metre. The humiliation and exaltation o/'Chrift,— »Ifa,liii. €— 1 s # l LlKE fheep we went aftray, And broke the fold of God, O 3 Each [ 162 ] Each wand' ring ki a difPrent way, But all the downward road. 2 How dreadful was the hour When God our wand'rings laid, And did at once his vengeance pour Upon the fhepherd's head ! 3 How glorious was the grace When Chrift fuftain'd the ftroke ! His life and blood the fhepherd pays, A ranfom for the flock. 4 His honour and his breath Were taken quite away ; § Join'd with the wicked in his death, And made as vile as they. 5 But God mall raife his head O'er all the fons of men, And make him lee a num'rous feed, To recompence his pam. 6 « I'll give him (faith the Lord) " A portion with the ftrong : w He (hall pofTefs a large reward, " And hold his honours long," CXLIII, C 163 3 CXLIII. Common Metre. Godly forrow arJ/ingfro/n tbefufferingi of Chrift. 1 ALAS ! and did my Saviour bleed ! And did my Sov'reign die ; Would he devote that facred head For fuch a worm as I ? 2 [Thy body {lain, fweet Jefus> thine, And bath'd in its own blood, While all expes'd to wrath divine, The glorious iufPrer flood !] 3 Was it for crimes that I had done,, He groau'd upon the tree ? Amazing pity f Grace unknown ! And love beyond degree. 4 Well-might the fun in darknefs hide, And fhut his glories in, When God the mighty Maker dy'd For man the creature's fin. ; Thus might I hide my blufhing face 3 Whiie his dear crofs appears, DifTolve my heart in thankfulnefs, And melt my eyes to tears. 4 But drops of grief can ne'er repay The debt q£ fgve I owe ; Here, r t6 4 3 Were, Lord, I give myfelf away ^ 'Tis all that I can do. CXLIV. Common Metre. Chrift h thefubftance of the LevihcalprteJtiooA i 1HE true Meiliah now appears, The types are all withdrawn ; So fly the fhadows and the ftars Before the rifing dawn. 2 No fmoking fweets, nor bleeding lamb* 3 Nor kid, nor bullock flain, Incenfe and fpice of coftly names, Would all be burnt in vain. 3 Aaron muft lay his robes away, His mitre and his veil, When God himfelf comes down to ba The ofPring and the prieft, 4 He took our mortal flefh to fhovr The wonders of his love ; For us he paid his life below, And prays for us above. 5 " Father (he cries) forgive their fins, " For I myfelf have dy'd ;" Aritt then he (hews his open'd veins, And pleads his wounded fide. CXLV. t 1*5 -J CXLV. long Metre. Uc creation, frefervation, diffolution, and rejiorathn of this ivorld. i SlNG to the Lord that built the fkiea, The Lord that rear'd this (lately frame j Let all the nations found his praife, And lands unknown repeat his name. 2 Heform'd thefeas, and form'd the hills, Made ev'ry drop, and ev'ry duft, Nature and time with all their wheels, And pulh'd them into motion firft. 3 Now, from his high imperial throne He looks far down upon the fpheres 3 He bids the (hiiiing orbs roll on, And round he turns the hafty years. 4 Thus (hall this moving engine laft, Till all his faints are gather' d in : Then for the trumpet's dreadful biaft, To make it all to dull again ! 5 Yet, when the found mail tear the fldes, And lighcamg burn the globe below, Saints, you may lift your joyful eyes, There's a new heav'a and earth for you. CXLVI. [ i66 2 CXLVI. Short Metre. Triumph over death in hope of the re/urreSiw, i AND muft this body die ? This mortal frame decay ? And miift thefe adtive limbs of min* Lie mould'ring in the clay ? 2 Corruption, earth, and worms, Shall but refine this flefh, Till my triumphant fpirit comes To put it on afrelh. 3 God my Redeemer lives, And often from the ikies Looks down, and watches all my duft, 'Till he fhall bid it rife. 4 Array'd in glorious grace Shall thefe vile bodies fhine, And ev'ry faape, and ev'ry face Look heav'nly and divine. 5 Thefe lively hopes we owe To Jefus 9 dying love : We would adore his grace below 7 And iing his pow'r above. 6 Dear Lord, accept the pra : fs Of thefe our humble iongs, C 167 ] Till times of nobler found wc raHe With our immortal tongues. CXLVil. Common Metre. The nativity of Chrifl. i " SHEPHERDS,rejoice,Hft up your eyes, " And fend your fears away ; w News from the region of the Ikies, " Salvation's born to day. • " J e f us > t ^ ls God w ^ om angels fear, " Comes down to dwell with you ; (< To day he makes his entrance here, " But not as monarchs do. ; " No gold, nor purple fwadling bands, " Nor royal mining things ; <( A manger for his cradle itands, " And holds the King cf Kings, 4 " Go, fhepherds, where the infant lies, " And fee his humble throne ; « With tears of joy in all your eyes, " Go, fhepherds, kifs the Son* 5 Thus Gabriel fangy and flrait around The heav'nly armies throng, They tune their harps to lofty found, And thus conclude the fong : 6 « Glory C 168 ] ' « Glory to God that reigns above, " Let peace furround the earth ; <• Mortals (hall know their Maker's love, " At their Redeemer's birth." 7 Lord ! and (hall angels have their fongs, And men no tunes to raife ? may we lofe thefe ufelefs tongues When they forget to praife ! 3 Glory to God that reigns above, That pitied us forlorn, *We join to fing our Maker's love, For there's a Saviour born. •CXLVIII. Long Metre. Jefus the only Saviour. 1 jiDJMy our father and our head Tranfgreft ; and juftice doom'd us dead : The fiery law fpeaks all defpair, There's no reprieve, nor pardon there. 2 " Call a bright council in the fkies ; " Seraphs the mighty and the wife, " Sav, what expedient can you give, < < That fin be damn'd, and finners live ? 3 « Speak, are you flrong to bear the load, " The weighty vengeance of a God ? [ i6 9 ] " Which of you loves our wretched race, " Or dares to venture in our place ?" 4 In vain we afk : for all around Stands filence thro' the heavenly ground : There's not a glorious mind above Has half the ftrength, or half the love, 5 But, O unutterable grace ! Th' eternal Son takes Adam's place ; Down to our world the Saviour flies, Stretches his naked arms, and dies. 6 Juflice was pleas'd to bruife the God, And pay its wrongs with heav'nly blood ; What unknown racks and pangs he bore ! Then rofe : the law could afk no more. 7 Amazing work! look down, ye fides, Wonder and gaze with aliyour eyes ; Ye heavenly thrones, ftoop from above, And bow to this myflerious love. i 8 See, how they bend! fee, how they look ! Long they had read th' eternal book, And ftudied dark decrees in vain, The crofs and Calv'ry makes them plain 9 Now they are llruck with deep amaze, Each with his wings conceals his face ; Nor clap their founding plumes, and cry, wifdom of a DEITT. lo Low C 170 ] 10 Low they adore th' incarnate Son, And Ting the glories he hath won -, Sing how he broke our iron chains How deep he funk, how high he reigns. 1 1 Triumph and reign, victorious Lord, By all thy flaming hofts ador'd : And fay, dear Conqueror, lay, how long E'er we fhall rile to join their fong. 12 Lo, from afar the promis'd day Shines with a well diitinguifh'd ray ; But my wing'd paffion hardly bears Thefe lengths of flow delaying years. 1 3 Send down a chariot from above, With fiery wheels and pav'd with love s Raife me beyond th' ethereal blue, To fmg and love as angels do. « HYMNS [ 171 ] HYMNS By J. HART. CXLIX. Hitherto hath the Lord helped us, i Sam, vii. iz» A HO' flrait be the way, With dangers befet i And we thro' delay Are no farther yet ; Our good guide and Saviour Hath help'd thus far : And 'tis by his favour We are what we are. «A. favour fo great We highly fhould prize ; Not murmur , nor fret, Nor fmall things defpife. But what call we fmall things ? Sin's whole cancell'd fum ? 'Tis greater than all things — Except thofe to come. P 2 My [ H2 ] My brethren, reflect On what we have been \ How God had refpect To us under fin. When lower and lower We ev'ry day fell, He ftretched forth his power, And fnatch'd us from heU. Then let us rejoice, And chearfully fmg. With heart and with voice. To Jefus our king ; Who thus far has brought US From evil to good •, The ranfom that bought us No lefs than his blood. | For bleffings like thefe So bounteoufly giv'n, For profpe&s of peace, And fore-taftes of heav'n. Tis grateful, 'tis pleafant To fing and adore •, Be thankful for prefent, And then aik for more. CL. The Sabbath. i GOD thus commanded Jacob's feed, When, from Egyptian bondage freed, [ 173 } He led them by the way. Remember with a mighty hand I brought thee forth from Pharaoh's land ^ Then keep my Sabbath-day. In fix days God made heav'n and earth j Gave all the various creatures birth ; And from his working ceas'd. Thefe days to labour he applied ; The Sev'nth he blefs'd, and fanciified, : And called the day of reft. To all God's people now remains A Sabbatifm, a reft from pains And works of flavifh kind. When tir'd with toil, and faint thro' fear, The child of God can enter here, And fweet refreshment find. \ To this by faith he oft rereats, Bondage and labour quite forgets, And bids his cares adieu ; Slides foftly into promis'd reft, Reclines his head on Jefu/s breaft And proves the fabbath true. j This, and this only is the way, To rightly keep that Sabbath-day, Which God has holy made. All keeper's that come fhort of t£is, The fubftance of the Sabbath mifs j And grafp an empty fhade. 5 r P 3 CLI C 174 ] CLL And when they had nothing to pay, he frankly forgave ' them both. Luke vii.42. 1 JMeRCY is welcome news indeed, To thofe that guilty ftand. Wretches, that feel what help they need, Will blefs the helping hand. 2 Who rightly would his alms difpofe, Muft give them to the poor. None but the wounded patient knows The comforts of his cure. 3 We all have finn'd againft our God - 9 Exception none can boaft : But he, that feels the heavieft load, Will prize forgivenefs moll. 3 No reck'ning can we rightly keep, For who the fums can know ? Some fouls are fifty pieces deep ; And fome five hundred owe. 5 But let our debts be what they may, However great, or fmall : As foon as we have nought to pay, Our Lord forgives us all. * 'Tis perfeft poverty alone, That fets the foul at large : WhiU C 175 ] "While we can call one rait? our cwd, We have no full difcharge. CLII. Short Metre. Faith in the Victory. WHOEVER believes aright, In ChrifFs atoning blood, Of all his guilt's acquitted quite : And may draw near to God, 2 But fin will ftill remain, Corruptions rife up thick j And Satan fays the med'eine's vain, Becauie we yet are fick. But all this will not do ; Our hope's on Jefus call: : Let all be Liars, and him be true i Wemallbewellatlafl:. CLIIL Faith and Repentance. i COME, ye ChrifUans, fing the praifes Of your condefcending God y Come, and hymn the hoiy Jefus, Who hath wafh'd us in his blood, Wc C *7* ] We are poor, and weak, and filly, And to ev'ry evil prone ; Yet our Jefus loves us freely, And receives us for his own. 2 Tho' we're mean in man'* opinion, He hath made us priefts and kings. Pow'r and glory, and dominion To the Lamb the fmner fings, Leprous fouls, unfound and and filthy, Come before. him as you are : 'Tis the lick man, not the healthy, Needs the good phyfician's care. 3 Here the terms that never vary ; " To repent and to believe." Both of thefe are neceffary ; Both from Jefus we receive. Would be Chriftian, duly ponder Thefe in thine impartial mind : And let no man put afunder. What the Lord hath wilely join'd. 4 Oh ! beware of fondly thinking God accepts thee for thy tears. Are the (hipwreck'd fav'd by finking ? Can the ruin'd rife by fears ? Oh ! beware of truft ill-grounded : 'Tis but fancied faith at mofl, To be curM, and not be be wouuded : To be fav'd before you're loft. 5 N r 177 ] No big words of ready talkers, No drv do&rines williuffice. Broken hearts, and humble walkers, Thefe are dear in Jeiu's eyes. Tinkling founds of difputation, Naked knowledge all are vain ; Ev'rv foul, that gains falvation, Muft and (hall be born again. CLIVj. Short Metre. Pride. i Innumerable foes Attack the child of God* He feels within the weight of fin, A grievous galling, load. 2 Temptations too without, Of various kinds, afTault/ Sly fnares befet his traveling feet, And make him often halt. 3 From firmer, and from faint, He meets with many a blow ; . His own bad heart creates him fmart, Which only God can know. 4 But tho* the hoft of hell Be neither weak nor fmall : One mighty foe deals dang'rous woe, And hurts byond them all 5 Tis C I7« ] 5 'Tis pride, accurfed pride : That Spirit by God abhorr'd : Do what we will it haunts us ftil ; And keeps us from the Lord. 6 It blows its pois'nous breath, And bloats the foul with air ; The heart up-lifts with God's own gifts, And makes even grace a fnare. 7 Awake — nay whtte we fleep ; In all we think or fpeak, It puffs us glad, torments us fad - 9 Its hold we cannot break. 8 In other ills we find The hand of heav'n not flack : Pride only knows to interpofe, And keep our comforts back. 9 Tis hurtful, when perceiv'd : When not perceiv'd, 'tis worfe. Unfeen or ken it dwells within ; And works by fraud or force. io Againft. its influence pray, It mingles with the pray'r ; Againft it preach, it prompts the ipeech ; Be filent, flill 'tis there. 1 1 This moment, while I write, I feel its pow'r within > My [ 179 ] My heart it draws to feek applaufe^ And mixes all with fin. 12 Thou meek and lowly lamb, This haughty tyrant kill j That wounded thee, tho' thou waft tr And grieves thy fpirit (till. ee 5 1 3 Our condefcending God, (To whom elfe mall we go ?) Remove our pride, whate'er betide, And lay and keep us low. 14 Thy garden is the place, Where pride cannot intrude : For mould it dare to enter there, Twould foon be drown' d ia blooij CLV. Shor,t metre. The Prodigal. NOW for a wond'rous fong. (Keep diftance, ye profance ; Be filent eachunhallow'd tongue ; Nor turn the truth to bane.) The prodigal's return'd, Th' apoftate bold and bafe •, That all' his Father's counfels fpurn'd, And long abus'd his grace, [ i8 ° ] 3 What treatment fince he came ? Love tenderly expreft. What robe is brought to hide his fname r Thebeftj the very beft. 4 Rich food the fervants bring-, Sweet mufic charms his ears 5 See what a beauteous coflly ring The beggar's finger wears ! t Ye elder ions, be itill ; Give no bad paffion vent : My brethren, 'tis our Father's will., And you muft be content. 6 All that he has is yours : Rejoice then, not repine, That love that all your dates fecures, That love has alter'd mine. 7 Good God, are thefe thy ways ! If rebels 'hus are freed ; And favour d with peculiar grace, c muft be free indeed. CLVI. Common Metre. cfCod is -made unto us i Is then the law of God untrue, Which he by Mofes gave ? No [ i88 ] No : but to take it in this view, That it has pow'r to fave. i Legal obedience were complete, Could we the law fulfil : But no man ever did fo yet ; And no man ever will. 3 The law was never meant to give New ftrength to man's loft race. We cannot act before we live ; And life proceeds from grace. 4 But grace and truth by Chrift are giv'n, To him muft Mofes bow. Grace fits the new-born foul for heav'a> And truth informs us how. 5 By Chrift we enter into reft ;. And triumph o'er the fall. Whoe'er would be completely bleft. Mult truft to Chrift for all. CLXII. Let Cod be true, but every man a liar. Rom. iii. 4. I THE God I truft. Is true andjuft; His mercy hath no end. Himfelf hathfaid, My ranfom's paid : And Ion him depend. Tb en [ i8 9 ] 2 Then why fo fad, My foul ? Though bad, Thou haft a friend that's good, He bought thee dear : (Abandon fear j He bought thee with his blood. 3 So rich a coft Can ne'er be loft, Though faith be tri'd by fire. Keep Chrijl in view : Let God be true, And ev'ry man a liar. CLXIII. For thine is the kingdom, Sec. Matt. vi. t> I Ye fouls that are weak, And helplefs, and poor, Who know not to fpeak •, Much lefs to do more * Lo ! here's a foundation For comfort and peace. In Chrijl is falvation % The kingdom is his. 2 With power he rules ; And wonders performs ; Gives condu£l to fools, And courage to worms, Befet [ i 9 o ] Befet by fore evils Without, and within, By legions of devils, And mountains of fin. 3 Then be not afraid ; All power is giv'n To Jefus our head, In earth, and in heav'n. Thro' him we mail conquer The mightieft foes : Our Captain is ftronger Than all that oppofe. 3 His pow'r from above He'll kindly impart ; So free is his love, So tender his heart. Redeem'd with his merit, We're wafh'd in his blood ; Renew'd by his Spirit. We've power with God. 5 Thy grace we adore, Director divine, The kingdom, and pow'r, And glory are thine. Preferve us from running On rocks or on fhelves ; From foes ftrong and cunning ; And molt from ourfelves. 6 Reign [ *9i 3 Reign o'er us as king ; Accomplish thy will : And pow'rfully bring Us forth from all ill *, Till falling before thee We laud thy lov'd name, Afcribing the glory To God, and the Lamb. CLXIV. j Common Metre. For bejhall not f peak of himfelf John xvi. 1 3 . NWHATEVER prompts the foul to pride, Or gives us room to boaft, (Except in Jefus crucified) Is not the Holy Ghoft. ; That blefTed Spir't omits to fpeak Of what himfelf has, done ; And bids th' enlighten' d finner feek Salvation in the Son. ) He feldom moves a man to fay, " Thank God, I'm made fo good." But turns his eye another way, To Jefus, and his blood. (j. Great are the graces he confers But all in Jefus name. He D 19 2 ] He gladly dictates, gladly hears, ■ " Salvation to the Lamb" CLXV. Short Metre. WHEN thro' the defart vaft The chofen tribe were led, They could not plow, nor till, nor fow ; Yet never wanted bread. % 2 Around their wand'ring camp The copious manna feel : Strew'd on the ground, a food they found But what, they could not tell. 3 But better bread by far Is now to Chrtftians giv'n ; Poor finners eat immortal meat, The living bread from heav'n. 4 We eat the flefti of Chrift j Who is the bread of God. Their food was coarfe, compar'd with ours Tho' their 's was angels food. CLXVI. / i WHAT creatures befide Are favoured like us ? Forgi /en C *93 3 Forgiven, Cuppl/d, And banquetted thus. By God onr good father : Who gave ns his fon 5 And fent him to gather His children in one ? Salvation's of God, Th' effecl of free grace Upon ns beftow'd Before the world was* God from everlafling Be bkft ; and again Eleft to everlalHng, Amen, and Amen. t> HYMNS [ 194 ] HYMNS F R O M JOHN R I P P O N ' s COLLECTION. CLXVJI. Common Metre. The excellency and fufficiency efthe holy Scriptures. * FATHER of mercies, in thy word. What endlefs glory mines ! Forever be thy name ador'd For thefe celeftial lines. 2 Here, may the wretched fons of want Exhanftlefs riches find *, Riches, above what earth can grant, And laiting as the mind. 3 Here the fair tree of knowledge grows And yields a free repair, Sublimer L 195 ] Sublimer fweets than nature knows Invite the longing tafte. 4 Here, the Redeemer's welcome voice Spreads heavenly peace around ; And life, and everiallmg joys Attend the bliisful found. 5 O may thefe heavenly pages be My ever dear delight , And ilill hew beauties may I fee, And ftill increafing light ! 6 Divine inftrucfor, gracious Lojt?d, Be thou for ever near, Teach me to love thy facred word, And view my Saviour there. CLXVIII. Common Metre. The go/pel * ] 2 Yes, the Redeemer left his throne, His radiant throne on high, (Surprifing mercy ! love unknown !} Toiuffer, bleed and die. 3 He took the dying traitor's pla And fuffer'd in his ftead ; For man, (O miracle of grace !) For man the Saviour bled ! 4 Dear Lord whatheaVnly wonders dw< In thy atoning blood ? By this are firmer s fnatch'd from hell And rebels brought to God. 5 Jefus, my foul adoring bends To love fo full, fo free •, And may I hope that love extends Its facfed power to me ? 6 What glad return can I impart For favors fo divine ? O take my-all— this worthlefs hearty And make it only thine. 1CLXXXII. Common Metre. Praife to the Redeemer. 1 TO our Redeemer's glorious name Awake the facred fong ! O may his love (immortal flame !) Tune ev'ry heart and tongue. 2 His love, what mortal thought can reach ? What mortal tongue difplay ? I magi [ 2C-9 ] Imagination's utmoft ftretch ? In wonder dies away. 3 He left his radiant throne on high, Left the bright realms of blifs. And came to earth to bleed and die ! "Was ever love like this ? 4 Dear Lord, while we adoring pay Our humble thanks to thee -, May every heart with rapture fay, " The Saviour dy'd for me." 5 O may the fweet, the blifsful theme Fill every heart and tongue •, Till Grangers love thy charming name, And join the facred fong. CLXXX1II. Common Metre. Submiffion under bereaving Providences. Pfalm xlvi. io. i PEACE, 'tis the Lord Jehovah's hand That blafts our joys in death ; Changes thevifage once fo dear, And gathers back the breath. 2 'Tis he, the potentate fupreme Of all the world's above, Whofe fteady counfels wifely rule \ Nor from their purpofe move. S3 3 Glcry [ 2IO ] 3 'Tis he, whole juftice might demand Our fouls a facrifice ; Yet fcatters with unwearied hand, A thoufand rich fupplies. 4 Our covenant God and father he, In Chrifl our bleeding Lord ; Whofe grace can heal the burfling heart With one reviving word. 5 Fair garlands of immortal blifs He weaves for every brow ; And mail rebellious pafTions rife, When he corrects us now ? 6 Silent we own Jehovah's name, We kifs the fcourging hand ; And yield our comforts and our life To thy fupreme command. HYMN [ 211 ] HYMNS By JOHN BARCLAY. CLXXXIV. Common Metre. Chrifs Lovepaftng knowledge. Ephef.in. 18. : Ho W long ! how broad ! How deep ! how Like God, the gift he gave ! [high His Son of love for fin to die, The heirs of hell to fave ! Love bolted earthly paradife, Love#pen'd heaven's door ; Love gave us life thro' righteoufnefs, All-pure, as God is pure. \ Tho* we in ev'ry thing ofTend, The perfect faithful one Doth in his holy beauties ftand Eternal God and man : His blood is our atonement dear \ Love centers in his heart ; Our names are all engraven there Bv fov'reign Wifdom's art. ft As [ 112 ] As en the grifa diftils the dew, Nor waits the will of man ; So God to ns his love did fhew, When we nor will'd, nor ran : As rivers from the ocean go, And to the ocean run, Bailing the vales thro' which they flow, Till all their courfe be done : So pure unfeigned love doth flow, All free to ns from God : Let us love all our brethren io ; For love is our abode. Begone, ye filthy lufts below ! Hail to the joys above ! Eternal hallelujahs to Our God! Our God is love! + " CLXXXV Common Metre. The Lord's prayer. 1 v'UR Father, Lord, and God, and king,' Who reignefl over all, O'ermade thy children with thy wing, And hear us when we call : O hallow'd be thy holy name, And hallow'd be thy praife ; Thy praife alone be all our theme, And fervice, all our days ! 2 Th C 2i 3 ] 2 Thy kingdom proW I'm the hour Appointed by thy love, The kingdom of thy grace and pow r, Come quickly from above : Thou iayeit, Behold, I quickly come ; Come, evenfo, Amen; And take us to thy glory home, That we with thee may reign. Thy will, in all the world around, As it in heav'n is done, Be done by us as we are bound, In name of God the Son : Give day by day whate'er we need, According to thy will ; Thou, Father, writ thy fam'ly teed, "With due provifion itill. 5 Forgive our daily fins, we pray ! For^ivenefs ftill we need •, •For tho' our guilt is wafh'd away, And jultice hath us freed, Alas ! our daily trefpaffes, ■ While we on earth fojourn, God, againft thy love tranfgrefs ; For which, aftiam'd, we mourn ! 5 That merey we've obtain'd of thee, (For thou, O God, art love ;) So full ! fo pure ! fo fov'reign ! free ! Shall us for ever move ^ [ 2I 4 J Our brethren freely to remit The fifty pence they owe ; As then forgave us all that debt, That we might now do fo. ) Deliver, Lord, from ills around ; From all temptations free ; And let thy mercy more abound, As we in. danger be; We only plead thy promife, Lord, And glory in thy love, AiTur'd, according to thy word, Thou wilt our Father prove. Behold, the kingdom, glory, pow'r, Are thine for ever more ; Thou, in thine own decifive hour, Wilt all things new reftore : In confidence of love divine, Thou, One eternal Three, In one Amen we all combine : v OAbba, Father, fee! HYMNS [ 2I 5 ] HYMNS By R A L P H ERSKINE, CLXXXVL Common Metre. His faving benefits. Lo ! in this mount the Lord of hofts A banquet fhall prepare, For all that ti ead on Zion's coafts, And people ev'ry where. He'll with fat things and wines fufSce, Fat things of marrow full, Wines well refm'd, from off the lees, To glad and cheer the dull. And in this mount he'll raife the vail, The face o'er-covering made, Of darknefs caft o'er people all, And o'er all nations fpread. He'll fwallow up, in victory, Grim death, the king of fears *, 2 ■ From [ 216 ] Trom faces all the Lord mod high "Will wipe away the tears : 5 Whatbafe contempt, and vile reproach Were on his people laid, From off the earth he'll quite difpatch ; For (b the Lord hath laid. CLXXXVIi. Common metre. Chrift's Commiffion opened ', which he received ft row the father ; and the joyful (inging with the glad tidings thereof fbould be received. Ifa. xlii, 5 — 12. i THUS fays the Lord of heav'n and earthi That ftretched out the dries, And all his tribes of earthly birth, With life and breath fupplrec. 2 In right, to thee my call I grant. And thee fupport will I ; I'll give thee for a covenant To people far and nigh \ 3 T illuminate, with faving light, The eyes of Gentiles blind •, To rend the clouds that them benight, And prifoners unbind. 3 h [ 2i 7 a 4 I, who thee authorize, declare, That I Jehovah am ; My praife no idol god (hall mare \ Thou only bear'ft my name. 5 Lo ! all my promifes of old Men now accomplilh'd fee - ? And future things a new-foretold Shall be fuifili'd in thee. 6 Let all the earth, then, to the Lord, Sing, glad, an anthem new ; The Gentile race with one accord, In confort with the Jew. 7 Th' inhabitants of rocks and ifles, Of wilds and cities fair, Of Kedar huts and naked hills, And fingers ev'ry where : 8 Let them Jehovah's glory raife, In elevated ftiies 5 And celebrate his higheft praife In earth's remoteft ifles. CLXXXVIII. Common metre. Salvation in Chriji alone. Ifa.xlv. 21, 22. 1 TrT Eternal Son of God proclaims, ». His God-head from above ; T Mercy . '[ 318 ] Merc^ and juftice are my namco, The fair enam'ling love. 2 Lift up your eyes, ye mankind loft, And look to me alone ; I'm God the Saviour, God the juft ; Befide me there is none. 3 Look from the earth's remotefi ends, By faith, and be ye fav'd : My grace, that call'd the Jews, extend* To Gentile lands enflav'd. 4 Where'er you are, by land or fea, At home, or far abroad, Look not to idols vain, but mc The omniprefent God. f In me you'll find falvation fure From fin, and death, and hell ; And life more happy and fecure, Than 'twas before you fell. CLXXXIX. Common Metre. Chrift's nativity celebrated ; or, the firjl good r.enja our Saviour's birth, by an angel to t/u> Sbepl Bethlehem ; together ivith the Jong of a ,u- company of angels thereupon. Luke ii. S, — 14. 1 'WHILE fhepherds watch'dfln Beth!e> An angel bright appear'd i [55c Jlcav [ 219 ] HeavVs glory round them was reveal'dj At which they greatly fear'd : 2 Fear not at all, faid he ; for, lo ! I bring with fweet folace, Good tidings of great joy to you, And all the human race* 3 To you is born this day and date, In David's little town, A Saviour, the Meffiah great, The Lord of high renown. 4 And this to you mall be the fign, You'll find the babe array'd, And wrapt in Twaddling cloths, but mean, And in a manger laid. 5 Straightway with th' angel join'd aloud A num'rous mining throng Of heav'nly harpers prailing God In this melodious fong. 6 (i All glory, in the higheffc heav'ns, " To God be render'd Ml ; " For peace on earth benignly giv'n, " And towards men good-will. T 2 CXCII. C 22° 1 cxc. Common Metre. The go/pel Feaft, a?id the price of tt* Luke xvi, 16,-24. * Pet, iii. 18. 1 THY gofpel-table's furnifh'd, Lord, With plenty from above ; The fruits of life o'erfpread the board, The cup o'er flows with love. 2 Thy antient family, the Jews, Was firft call'd to the feaft ; We Gentiles take what they refufe, And glad the banquet tafte. 3 We are the poor, the blind, the lame, Made up of wounds and wants 5 But at thy call, we come to claim Supplies thy mercy grants. 4 What fhall we pay th' eternal Son, That left his high abode, And to this wretched earth came down, To bring us back to God ? 5 To fave our fouls, and buy our lives, It coft him ev'n his own : He bought the unknown joys he gives With agonies unknown. 6 (fcr [ S2T ] 5 Our endlefs love to him is due, TEaTranfom'd finners loit, And pity'd rebels, though he knew What pains his love would colt. CXCI. Common Metre. Chrift-prefent t* faith upon the gofpet-tMe, andin tlycrament Supper. John vi. 35- Luke xxii, 19* 1 JeSUS is gone above the ikies, Where now we fee him not •, And carnal objefts court our eyes. To thruft him from our thought. 2 He knows what wand'ring hearts we have, Forgetful of his face % And to refrefh our minds he gave Memorials of his grace, o Heoft'thegofpeUablefpreads With his own flefh and blood ; Faith on the rich provifion feeds, And tafles the love of God. A While he is abfent from our fight, 'Tis to prepare a place, . . Where we may dwell in heav'nly light, Forever, near his face. ^^ E 222 ] CXCII. Common Metre. Jujlijictthn by faith alone in ChrilVj riehttovk »e/s. Phil. iii. 7, 8, 9 . 7 iLORD, thro' thy grace, I'll boait no In duties I have done ; r mcre I quit the hopes I held before ; And only truft thy Son. 2 What was my gain, I for his name, Do now account my lofs : My former glory is my fhame, I nail it to his crofs. 3 Yea, doubtlefs, I all things efteein But lofs for J^// fake, That lb I may, while found in him, His righteoufnefs partake. 4 The choicefl fervice of my hands, Dares not to face thy throne ; But faith to anfwer thy demands, Can plead what Chrifl has done. FINIS. to by James My »ff J « £ byfohnRelly * l l " >, by John Murray 5' ° 5* by Silas Ballou 57 «*> 97 fromElhanan'sWinchefter S .. _ Colleaion 98 to 117 . by Artis Seagrave ll8t °]f n from Dr. Watts i 3 7 <° *7° from J.Hart ■? 171 «> '93 fromJ.Rippon'sCoUeftion t 9 4to 210 from J. Barclay * llt °? l * A byRaphErlkine 2 i 5 totheend. I N D E " X, ^ *LL fullnefs in the lamb we view r Arife and laud the reiging Iamb r-2 As^ well the fons of Adam may 67 Arife my foul fing and proclaim Alas I why fhould I be Awake now ev'ry crowfy mind Adam the firft contain 'd in onr Ail rmnVi by the fall All .mortal vanities begr Alas ! and did my Saviour die ilg And muft this body die i 4 5 Adam our father an d our head I4 3 All hail the pow'r of Jena's name 17^ Ascend thy throne almighty king 177 And did the holy and the juft jSr B By grace we know to us 'tis clear t j 31eis'd are the eyes that fee 2 S Behold to what a vail extenfe 45 Bold is the man who dares to ruri". 73 78 100 101 - T 34 - r > Behold the bright morning appears Blefs'd be thy name my God and king Behold the love the gen'rous love Blefs O my foul the living God Biefs'd be the everlafting God Believers own they are but blind Chrift our head's gone upon high Could I of all perfections boaft Come ye lovers of the lamb Come, though we can truly fmg Chrift is the corner and the head Chrift and his church fo clofelyjoin Can we behold without amaze' " Come thou almighty king Come heav'niy love, infpire my fong Chrift the Lord is ris'n to day Come ye Chriftians fmg the praifes Come finners give up the vain chace Come let us join our cheerful fongs D Bear lamb,, thy humbled ftate we fmg ■ 2 Dear fhepherd fee thy flock here met & -i Did not falvation ftand by grace • eg Did our Immanuel die for us 2| Dear Lord we now-smft -part q> Dear Jefus wilt thou with us meet 97 93 112' [ Hi 1 E Exalted prince of life we own F Father behold us here f FaithisagraceofGoddefignd 57 Father I fing thy wondrous grace «9 Firm as the earth thy gofpel ftands 14 Fmm all that dwell beneath the fc.es «9 Father of mercies in thy word *£ Father is not thy promife pledga , G God in pronouncing of the curfe- 44 SSoSShiethlrproperplace^ Great was the royftery God of my life look gently down God thus commanded Jacob s feed H Here (hall no trouble or difmay How charmingly iounds Sow pow'rfulis the glorious word Sow rich the love the Lord my God Hark' 'tis the Saviour of mankind High on a throne for ever crown d Howcanamanfaftboundinchams How beautiful thole Had not a man been born again 117 150 C .iv j How wholcfbinc are the -ftrcams that roll 77 How fweet the n^me of Jefus founds gj He dies ! the friend of fmners dies 87 He lives ! the great Redeemer lives 172 How long how broad how deep how high 1S4 I Jefus the grace reveal'd 1 Jefus thy beauties I explore t \ I am the bread of life he faid A If there was not a Chrift for me 70 If he a type of Ch rift was made I < Jefus mall reign where'er the fun J& joy to the world the Lord is come jL Jefus we blefs thy Father's name , J Innumerable foes S I am faith Chrift the way \ 5 A Is then the law of God untrue Jefus th' eternal Son of God I come, the great Redeemer efles Jefus is gene above the ikies j gi L Let heaven and earth united ling > Let us our hearts and voices raife n ? Let party names no more Jt Let all created things ^ Loud hallelujahs to thy name ,4 I Lo ! what an entertaining fight ,0* ^ikeiheepwewentaftray * )\\ Lo in this mount the Lord of ho/Is 186 tord thro thy grace, I'll boaft no more 192 161 168 M i3 3° 12 Molt precious in ««**»'•$* Myfongmallbeofhimwnodyd My Saviour for me bled My God fmce I can call thee mine 42 My evening thanks Lord I would F ay .4 Mercy is welcome news indeed I5« Mortals awake with angels jom N 9 Not unto wrath did God ordain g "NTations unite vour longs Now we are met from diff rent parts 94 No more my God, I Wl no more 39 Now for a wond'rous long o O love what a fecret to mortals thou art Oar glorious Lordis ris'n indeed O Chrift O love divine Othallwe pine away , Oh mall we treat the Saviour tfiras O all loving lamb , . T ord O all ye nations praife the Lord O for an overcoming faith Oar Lord is risM from tnecead Our Father-Lordand God and Ang P fciaec 'tin die I-otd Jehovah's bs*u| it C vi j R. Rejoice the Lord is king Redemption O the joyful news Q See O my foul with wonder fee Show me the reafbn O my God Sing the triumphs of your conqu'rlng Shall mortals tongues be dumb See the proud phariiees conlpire Salvatian Oh the thought Salvation is for ever ni^h So did the Hebrew prophet raife Sing to the Lord that built the Ikies Shepherds rejoice lift up your eyes Salvation thro' cur dying God Tne victory's won This gofpel dear lamb The Father's holy eye 'Tis not of him that weeps and prays (Frueft lover of thy people The Spirit of the mighty Lord The Son for us was bound The only cure for ilavifh grief To you that make a fhameful brawl The God that walks the {tarry hills Thus faith the firit elect of God Tis finiuYd the Redeemer laid The Ions expeftedfon B vii ] Thy love O God my feeble voice no Teach me the meafure oi my days n6 Thus faith the Lord your work is vain n3 • The Lord is come the heavens proclaim 123 . Thy name almighty Lord 13° The true MeiTiah now appears • 14 4 Tho' ftrait be the way ' H9 The fountain of Chrift 159 Thedodltrufl 162 To diftant lands thy go (pel fend 178 To Father Son and Hoi y Ghoft 1 79 To our Redeemer's glorious name 182 Thus faith the Lord of heav'n and earth 187 Th' eternal ton of God proclaims 188 Thy gofpel table's furnlfhd Lord 190' w "With folemn fhout we fmg thy praife 10 When God our Father's pleas' d n "What beauties divine 12 When I behold my bleeding God 10 Whilif we are marching thro* 21 When elements and time will fade 22 What bleffings in the lamb abound 25 When firft I knew the Lord my God 35 ' Then God would prove his love 4° While in your blooming days 09 While (hephredswatch'd their flocksbynightSo What heavenly man or lovely God 89 We eat dear Lord the broken bread o3 Why mould we fear to meet the tomb o; w [ viii ] Why does my tongue refufe to fing io«; We're not afham'd to follow him 109 We're not baptiz'd to wafte away no What equal honours mall we bring 138 Who'er believes aright 152 When Noah with his. favoured few 157 Whatever prompts the foul to pride 164 When thro' the defart vaft 165 What creatures betide 166 What various hindrances we meet 176 While fiiepherds watch'dinBethi'ern's iieldsi89 Y Ye nations hear 'tis heav'n doth call 86 Yet faith the Lord if David's race 122 Ye nations round the earth rejoice 125 Ye children of God 158 Ye fouls that are weak 163 c e yi/** o - - \ v/n/flCWt he? 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