r .' F-46>m ^i Q Q Z (0 < Z II z i lU H bJ tii i i Q J 2 Z >• >• o m < m < J? J q: Q ^ 3 III III LI 2 X X J u H M < y f s h U I *^ Ll D H Z ii. to !:; 5 z s J 0. > HYMNS FOR THE USE OF CHRISTIANS : INCLUDING A number never before published. ^And they sung as it zvere a neiv song before the throne : and no man could learn that song., hut the redeemed from the earth" — Rev. xivy 3, PHILADELPHIA: PRINTED BY JOHN W. SCOTT, NO. ay, BANK-STREET, 1803. HYMNS, &c. WALKING WITH GOD. Y faith in Chrift I wa'k with God, With heav'n, my journey's end in view. Supported by his flafFand rod, My road is fafe and pleaLnt too. 'B % I travel through a defart wide, Where many round me blindly ftray ; But he vouchafes to be my guide And wiii not let me mifs my way. 3 Though fnares and dangersthrong my path. And earth and hell my courfe wilhiland; I triumph over ail by faith, Guarded by his Almighty hand. 4 The wlldernefs affords no food, But God for my fupport prepares ; Provides me ev'ry needful good. And frees my foul from wants and carej, 5 With him fweet converfe 1 maintain, Great as he is, 1 dare be free ; I tell him all my grief and pain. And he reveals his love to me. [ -t ] 6 Seme cordial from his word he brings, Whene'er my feeble fpirit faints, At once my foul revives and fings, And yields no more to fad complaints. 7 1 pity all the worldling's talk Of pleafure that will quickly end ; Be this my choice, O Lord to walk With thee, my guide my guard, my friend. MY NAME IS JACOB. I XT AY, 1 cannot let thee g^o, i^ 'Till a bleflin^ thou beflow ; Do not turn away thy face, Mine's an urgent, pi effing cafe. a Doft thou alk me w ho ! am ? Ah, my Lord, thou know'il my name I Yet the queftion gives a plea, 1 o fupport my fuit with thee. 3 Thou didft once a wretch behold, In rebellion blindly bold, Scorn thy grace, thy pow'r defy, 'i hat poor rebel. Lord, \Yas I. 4 Once a finner near defpair Sought thy mercy-feat by pray'r; Mercy h;ard and fet him free, Lord, tint mercy came to me. [ 5 ] 5 Many years have pafs'd fince then, Many changes 1 have feen ; Yet have been upheld 'till now, Who could hold me up but thou ? 6 Thou haft help'd in ev'ry need, This emboldens me to plead ; After fo much mercy paft, Canfl thou let me fink ut laft ! 7 No — I muft maintain my hold, 'Tis thy goodnefs makes me bold ; I can no denial take, When I plead for Jefu's fake. I JOSEPH MADZ KNOWN TO HtS BRETHREN. WHEN Jofeph his brethren beheld, Afflicted and trtmbling with fear ; His heart with compallion wasfiU'd, From weeping he could rot forbear ; A while his behaviour was rough, To bring their paft fins to their minds; But when they were humbled enough, He hafted to fhcw himftlf kind. How little they thought it was he Whom they had ill-treated and fold! How great their confufion muft be, As foon as his name he had told ! " I am Jofeph, you' brother, he faid, " And ftill to my heart you are dear ; [ 6 ] " You fold mff, and thoujrht I was dead, " JBut God, for your fakes fent me here." 3 Though greatly dlftrefled before, When charg'd with purloining the cup ; They- now were confounded much more, . Not one of them diirft to look up, ** Can Jofeph, whom we would have flain, "Forgive us the evil we did ? " And will he our houfliold maintain ? *' O this is a brother indeed !'* 4 Thus, dragg'd by my confcience, T came, And laden with guilt to the Lord ; Surrounded with terror and Ihame, Unable to utter a word : At firft he lof.k'd (lern and fevere. What anguifh then pierced my heart ; Expe<5Hpg each momciit to Iiear Ihe fentcnce, '' Ihou curfed depart." 5 But oh ! v/hat furpr'.fe when he fpoke. While tendernei's beam'd in his face ; My heart then to pieces was broke, O'erv.helm'd and confounded by grace ; " Poor finner, I know thee full well, " By thee I was fold and was flain ; *' But I died to redeem thee from hell, " And raife thee in glory to reign. 6 " I am Jefus, whom thou ha^ bhfphem'd. "And ciucify'd oftai fefr^ibj [ 7 ] «* But let me henceforth be efleem'd "Thy brother, thy bone, and thy flcfh; ♦* My pardon I freely beftow, " Thy wants I will fully fupply ; " I'll guide thee and guard thee below, "And foon will remove thee on high. " Go publifh to fmners around, " That they may be willing to come, "The mercy which now you have found, " And tell them that yet there is room.'* Oh, finncrs, the meflage obey ! No more vain excufes pretend ; But come without further delay. To Jtfus, our brother and friend. THE LORD MY BANNER. 1 TQ Y whom was David taught X3 To aim the dreadful blow, When he Gollah fought, And laid the Gittite low ? No fword or fpcar tlie ftripling took, But chofe a pebble from the brook. % Twas Ifrael's God and Kmg Who fent him to the %ht Who g- ve him ftrength to lling. And (kill to aim aright. You feeble faints your ftrength endures, Btcaufe young David's God is your'fc. [ 8 ] Who order'cl Gideon forth, To florm th' invader's camp, Wirh arms of little worth, A pitcher and a lamp ? The trumpets made his coming known, And all the hoft was overthrown. Oh ! I have feen the day, When, with a fingle word, God helping me to fay. My trud is in the Lord ; My foul has quell'd a tiioufand foes, Fearlefs of all that could oppofe. But unbelief, felf-will, Seif-righteoufneis and pride. How often do they fteal My weapon from my fide ? Yet David's Lord, and Gideon's friend, Will help his fervant to the end. BALAAM S WISH. I TTOW bleft the righteous are ! XjL When rhey refign their breath ! No wonder Balaam wifh'd to fhare In fuch a happy death. a " Oh ! let me die faid he, " The death the righteous do; « When life is ended, let me be •• Found wuth the faithful few*** [ 9 ] 3 The force of truth how great ! \When enemies confefs, None but the righteous, whom they hate, ";* iblid hope polTefs, 4 But Balaam's wlfh was vain, His heart was infincere : He thinled for unrighteous gain, And fought a portion here. 5 He feem'd the Lord to know, And to -offend him loth ; But Mammon prov'd his overthrow, For none can ferve them both. 6 May you my friends, and I Warning lorra hence receive; If like the righteous we would die, To choofe the life they live. SAMPSON S LION. I ^T^HE lion that on Sampfon roar'd, JL And thirfled for his blood ; With honey afterwards was ftor'd, And furnifh'd him with food. a Believers, as they pafs along. With many lions meet ; But gather fweetnefs from the ftrong, And from the eater, meat. B [ 10 ] 3 The lions rage and roar in vain, For Jefus is their ftiicld ; Their lofTes prove a certain gain, Their troubles comfort yield. 4 The world and Satan join their ftrength. To fill their luul with fears ; But crops cf joy they reap at length, From what they i'ow in tears. 5 Afilidions mate them love the word» Stir up their hearts to pray'r ; And many precious proofs afford Of their Redeemer's care. 6 Tlie lions roar, but cannot kill ; ihen fear them not my friends ; They bring us, thouj;h agaiuil their will. The honey Jei'us feiids. ' HANNAH, OR TUE THRONE Ot GRACE. 1 "^TTHEN Hannah prefs'd ith grief, V V Pour'd forth her foul in pray'r ; She quickly found relief, And left her burden there : Like her, in every trying caf AUMOUR. THEN fiKl my foul enlifted V V My Saviour's foes to fight ; Mirtaken friends ir fifled, I was not arm'd aright ; So Saul advif^d David He centainly would fall; Nor could his life l)e faved Without a coat of mail. 2 But David, though he yielded 1 o put the armour on, Soon found he could not wield it, And ventuf'd forth with none, with only fling and pebble He fought the fight of faith ; Thf ^ eapon feem'd but feeble. Yet prov'd Goliuh's deach. [ 13 ] Had I by him been guided, And quickly thrown away Theaimour men provided, 1 might have g?.in\'l the day ; But arm'd as they advis'd me. My expedlations faii'd ; My enemy furpriz'd me, And had almoft prevail'd. Furnifh'd wirh books and notions, And arguments and pride; I praiftie'd all my motions, And Satan's pow'r dcfy'd But foon perceiv'd with trouble. That thefe would do no good ; Iron to them is ftubble. And brafs like rotten wood. I triumph'd at a diftance. While he was cut of fight ; But faint was my refiftance When forc'd to join in fight ; He broke my fword in fhivers. And pierc'd my boafted fliield ; Laugh'd at my vaiia endeavours. And drove me from the field. i Satan will not be braved By fuch a worm as I : Then let me learn with David, To truft in the Moft Hi^-h ; [ 14 ] To plead the name of Jefti*, And ufc the fling of pray'r ; Tlius arm'd when Satan fees us He'll tremble and defpair. ASK WHAT I SHALL GIVE THEK. I /^OME, my foul, thy fuit prepare, V>< jefus loves to anfwer pray'r He himfelf has bid thee pray ; 1 hercfore will not fay thee nay. a 7hou art coming to a King, Large petitions with thee bring: For his grace and pow'r are fuch« None can ever aik too much. 3 With my burden I begin, Lord remove this load of fin ! Let thy blood, for finners fpilt, Set my confcience fre§ from guilt. 4 Lord ! I come to thee for reft, Take pofleffion of my brcaft : There thy blood-bought right maintain, And without a rival reiga. 5 As the image in the g-afs Anfwersthe beholder's face; Thus unto my heart appear, Pxint thins own referablance there. [ 15 ] 4 While T am a pilgrim l;iere, Let thy love my fpirir cheer; As my guide, my gu*rd my friend, Lead me to my journey's end. 7 Shew me what I have to do, Ev'ry hcur my ftrength renew ; Let me live a life of faith Let me live the people's death. THE MEAL AND CRUISE OF OIL. I T> Y the poor widow's oil and meal JL3 illijah was fuftain'd ; Though fmall the flock, it lafled well, For God the ftore maintain'd. t It feem'd as if from day to day, They were to eat and die; But ftill, though in a fecret way, He fent a frtfh fupply. 3 Thus to his poor he {till will give Juft for the prefent hour; Eut for to-morrow they muft live Upon his word and pow'r. 4 No barn or ftore-houfe they poITefs, On which they can depend ; Yet have no caufc; to fear diftrefs, Fcr Jefus is their fricad. [ 16 ] 5 Then let no doubt your mind affaH, Remember, God hasfaid, ** The cruife and barrel fliall not fail, " My people Ihall be fed." 6 And thus, thcuofh faint it often fesm», He keeps their grace aiive ; Suppiy'd by his refrefliing ftreams, Their dying hopes revive. 7 Though in ourfelves we have no ftock. The Lord is nigh to fave; His door flies open when we knock. And 'cis but alk and hav«. NAAMAN. I TQ EFORE Eliiha's gate The Syrian leper flood. But could not brook to wait, He deem'd himfelf too good : He thought the prophet would attend, And not to hira a melTage fend. ft Have 1 this journey come, And will he not be feen ? 1 were as v/ell at home, Would v/aihing make me clean : Why muft 1 walh in Jordan's flood? Damafcus' rivers arc as good. [ 17 ] Thus, by his foclifli pride. He alnisift mifs'd a care; Howe'er at length he try'd And found the method fure : Soon as his pride was brought to yield, His leprofy was quickly heal'd. H Leprous and proud as he> To Jefus thus I came, From lin to fet mc free. When firfl: T heard his fame : Surely, thought I, my pompous tram Of vows and tears will noti«e gain. My heart devls'd the way Which I fuppos'd he'd take ; And when I found delay, Was ready to go back : Had he fome painful tfi.flc cnjoln'd I to performance feem'd inclin'd. When by his word he fpake, " That fountain open'd fee; " Twas open'd for thy fake, " Go wafh and thou art free :" Oh! how did my proud heart get them frown, fo he but fmile, Heav'n will make amends for all. 8 There, believers, we fhall reft, Free frtm forrow, fm and f(?ars: Nothing ihere our peace mokll, Thro' eternal rounds of years. 9 Let us then the fight endure, See our Captain looking dowB ; He will mtke the conqueft fure, And btfty-w ihc promis'd crowa. [ 23 ] THE NAME OF JESUS. "OW fweet the name of Jefus founds . In a believer's ear ? It fooths his forrows, heals his wounds^ And drives away his fear. • 3 It makes the wounded fpirit whole. And calms the troubled breaft, ; 'Tis manna to the hungry foul, And to the weary, reft. 3 Dear name ! the rock on which I buiM, My fhield and hiding place ; My never failing treas'ry fill'd With boundiefs ftores of grace. 4 By thee pray'rs acceptance gain, Altho' with fin defii'd ; Satan accufes me in vain, And I am own'd a child. 5 Jefus! my fhepherd, hulliand, friend. My prophet, prieft and king: My Lord, my life, my way, my end, Accept the praife 1 bring. 6 Weak is the effort of my heart, And cold my warmeft thought ; But when I fee thee as ihou art, I'll praife thee as I ought. C 24 ] 7 'Till then 1 would thy love proclaim With cv'ry fleeting breath ; And may the mufic of thy name, RcfFt:3i my foul in death. O LORD 1 WILL PRAISE THEE. 1 T WILL praife thee ev'ry day, JL Now thine anger's turn'd away ! Comfortable thoughts srife From the bicedirg facriiice. 2 Here in the fair gofpsl field, Wells of free falvation yield. Streams of life a plenteous {lore, ArA my foul ihall third no more. _• Jefus is become at length My falvation and my ftrength ; And his praifes fhall prolong, While I live, my plcafant fong. 4 Praife ye then, his glorious name, publiih his exalted fame ! Still his worth your praife exceeds, Excellent are all his deeds. 5 Raife again thy joyful found. Let the natimis roll it rouna I Zion (hout, for this is he, God the Saviour dwells in ths€. [ 25 ] THB GOOD PHYSICIAN', i TTOW lofl- was my condition, XjL 'Till Jefus made me whole ! There is but one phylician Can cure a fm-fick foul ! Next door to death he found me, And fnatch'd me from the grave. To tell to all aroun dme. His wond'rous power to fave. 3 The v/orft of all difeafes Is light, compar'd with fin ; On ev'ry part it feizes, But rages moil within ; *Tis palfy, plague, and fever, And madnefs — all combin'd 5 And none but a believer, The leaft, relief can find. 3 Fri^m men groat fklU proreiTing, I thought a cure to gain, But this prov'd more diftreCing, And addi:;d to my pain : Some faid th.at ncthing; ail'd me, Some gave me up for loll ; Thus ev'ry refuge fail'd me, Aild all my hopes were crof'i'd. 4 At length this grrn^ 3 hyfician, ilow matthkfs i^ his grace I D [ 26 1 Accepted my petition, And undertook my cafe : Firfl; gave me fight to view him> For f n my eyts had feal'd ; Then bid me look unto him ; I look'd and I v/as heard. A dying, rifen Jefus, Seen by the eye of faith ; Ac once from danger frees us, And faves the foul from death Come then to thy phyfician. His help he'll freely give ; He makes no hard condition, 'Tis oniv — look and live. HUMBI.ED AND SILENCED BT MERCY. iNCE perifhirg in blood I lay. Creatures no help could give; But Jefus pafs'd me in the way, He faw, and bid me live. 2 Tho' Satan ftill his rule maintain'd. And all his arts employ 'd ; That mis^hty word his rage reflrain'd, i could not be deftrey'd. 3 At length the time of love axriv'd. When I my Lord Ihoidd know ; Then Satan of his pow'r depriv'd, Was forc'd to let nie go. [ 2r ] 4 O, can I e'er that day forge f, When Jefus kindly fpoke ! " Poor foul, my blood has paid thy debt. And now 1 break thy yoke. 5 " Henceforth I take thee for my own, And give myfelf to thee ; Forfake the idols thou haft known, And yield thyfelf to mc." 6 Ah > worthlefs heart ! it promis'dfair, And faid it would be thine ; I little thought it e'er would dare, Again with idols join. 7 Lord, doft thou fuch back-Hidings heal, And pardon all that's paft ? Sure, if I am not made of iieel, Thou haft prevail'd at laft. S My tongue, which rafhly fpoke before. This mercy will rcftrain ; Surely I now fhall boaft no more. Kor cenfurc,nor complain. BZLSHAZZAa. POOR fmners! little do they think.. With whom they have to do ! But ftand fecurely on the brink ' Of evcilafting wee. [ 28 ] ; BelHiazzer thus, profane! v bold, The Lord of Holls defy'd. But vengeance foon his boafts controui'd, And humbled all his pride. 3 He fav>' a hand upon the wall, (And trembled on his throne) Which wrote his fudden dreadful fall In characters unknown, 4 Vv hy ihould he tremble at the view Of what he could not read? Foreboding confcience quickly knew Kis ruin was decreed. J See him o'erwhelm'd with deep diftrefs, His eyes with anguilh roll, His l»oks and loofen'd joints, exprefs The terrors of his foul. ^ His pomp, and muiic, guefts and wine, No more delight afford. O fmners, ere this cafe be thine, Begin to feek the Lord. 7 The law like this hand-writing ftan^Jj Andfpeaksthe wrath of God; £ut Jefus anfwers its demands. And cancels it with blood* [ 29 ] ON ONE STONE SHALL BE SEVEN EYES, I TESUS Christ, the Lord's anointed, ^ Who his blood for finner's fpik ; Is the {lone by God appointed, And the church is on him built: He delivers all who truft him,from their gtiilt, 2 Many eyes at once are fixed On a perfon fo divine ; Love with awful juftice mixed. In his great redemption fhine : Mighty Jefus, give me leave to call thee mme^, 3 By the Father's eye approved, Lo, a voice is heard from heav'n, " Sinners, this is my beloved, For your ranfom freely giv'n : All oifences, for his fake, fhall b« forgiven.'* 4 Angels with their eyes purfu'd him, When he left his glorious throne ; With aflonifiiment they view'dhim. Put the form of fervant on ; [known ; Angels worlhip'd him who was on earth un- 5 Satan and his hod amazed, Saw this ilone in Zion laid ; Jefus, tho' to death abafed, Bruis'd the fubtle ferpent's head, When to fave iis, on the cr ofs his blood he fhed< [ 30 ] 6 When a guilty fmner fees him. While he looks his foul is heal'd ; Soon his fight from anguifh frees him, And imparts a pardon feal'd : May this Saviour be to all our hearts reveal'd. 7 With defire and admiration, All his blood-bought flock behold Him who Avrouglit out their falvation, And enclos'd them in his fold : Yet their warmcft love and praifes arc too cold. 8 By the eye of carnal reafon, Many view him with difdain ; How will they abide the feafon, When he'll come with all his train ? [vain. To efcape him then they'll wilh, but wifh in 9 How their hearts will melt and tremble, When they hear his awful voice : But his faints he'll then affemble, As his porilon and his choice ; And receive them to his everlaiiing /bys. THE BEGGAR. Ij^NCOURAG'D by the word ^ Of promife to the poor ; Behold a beggar, Lord, Waits at thy mercy's door ! No hand, no heart, O I^ord, but thine, Can hel|» or pity wants like mine. [ 31 ] The beggar's ufual plea, Relief from men to gain. If offer'd unto thee, I know thou would'ft difdain ; And pleas which move thy gracious ear>- Are fuch as men would fcorn to hear. I have no right to fay That though I now am poor, Yet once there was a day When I poflelTed more : Thou know'ft that from my very birth, I've betn the poorefl wretch on earth. Nor can T dare proftfs, As beggars often do. Though great is my diftrefs, My wants have been but few : If thou fliould'fl leave my foul to flarve, It would be what I well deferve. 5 'Twere folly to pretend I never begg'd before ? Or, if thou now befriend, I'll trouble thee no more : Thou often haft rellev'd my pain, And often I mufl come again, ^ Though crumbs are much too good For fuch a dog as I ; No lefs than children's food ^ly foul can fatiaiy ; [ 32 J O do not frown and bid me go, i mud have all thou canft bello\Y< '] Nor can I willing be 'i hy bounty to conceal From others, who like me, 1 heir wants and hunger feel j I'll tell them of thy mercy's florcj And try to fend a thoufand morei 8 Thy thoughts, thou only wife ! Or.r thoughts and ways tranfcend, Far as the arched Ikies Above the earth extend; Such pleas as mine men would not hear^ But God receives a beggar's pray'r. IICK SOULi i "pHYSICIAN of my fm-fickfou!. X To thee I bring my cafe ; My raging malady controui. And heal me by thy grace. a Pity the anguifli T endure, See hov/ I m«>urn and pine ; For never can I hope a cure From any hand but thine. .> 1 would difclofc my whole complaint^ But where fball I begin ? [ 33 ] Ko words of mine can fully paint That worfl diftemper, fiii. 4 It lies not in a fingle part, But thro' my frame is fpread A burning fever in my heart, A palfy in my head. 5 It makes me deaf, and dumb, and blind. And impotent and lame, And overclouds and fills my mind. With folly, fear and lliame. 6' A thoufand evil thoughts intrude, Tumultuous in my breaft ; Which indifpofe me for my food, And rob me cf my reft. y Lord I am fick, regard my cry^ And fet my fpirit free ; Say, canft thou let a finner die, Wiao long's to live to thee ? WHAT THINK VE OF CHRIST ? 1 TT7HAT think ye of Chriil ? is the tefl V V '1 o try both your flate and your Ycu cannot be right in the reft, [fcheme ; Unlfcfs you chink rightly of him: As Jefus appears in yciir view. As he is beloved or not ; So God is difpofed to you, And mercy or wrath is your lot. E [ Si ] i Some take him a creature to be, A man, or an angel at moil ; Sure thefe have not feelings like me, Nor know themfelvcs wretched and loll; So guilty, fo helpiefsam I, I durft not confide in his blood. Nor on his protedtion rely, Unlcfs I were fui-e he is Godt 3 Some call him a Saviour In word. But mix their own works with his plan ; And hope he his help will afford. When they have done all that they can : If doings prove rather too light, ( \ little they own they may fail) 7 hey purpofe to make up full weight, By calling his name in thefcale. 4 Some Illle him the pearl of great price, And fay he's the fountain of )oys; Yet feed upon folly and vice. And cleave to the world and Its toys; Like Judas, the Saviour they kifs. And while ihey falute him betray; Ah ! what will profefuon like this Avail in the terrible day ! 5 If afk'd what of Jefus I think ? 'J lio' ftiil my bed thoughts are but poor; I fay he's my meat and my drink, My hfe, and my ilrength, and my ftorc; My fhepherd, aiy huiband, my friend, [ 35 ] My Saviour, from fin and from thrall ; My hope from beginning to end, My portion, my Lord and my all. THE rOOLISn VIRGINS. I "TTTHEN defcending from the iky, VV The bridegroom fliall appear; And the folemn midnight cry, . Shall call profeffors ntar ; How the found our hearts will damp ! How will Ihame o'erfpread each face ! If we only have a lamp. Without the oil of grace. a Foolilh virgins then will wake, And feek for a fupply ; But in vain the painb they take To borrow or to buy : Then with thofe they now defpife, Earnellly they'll wifii to Ihare ; But the bed ?mong the wife, Will have no oil to fpare. 3 Wife arc they, and truly bleii, Who then fliall ready be ! E«f defpair will feize the reft, And dreadful mifery, Once, they'll cry, wc fcorn'd no dcubt, Though in lies our trull we put; Now our lamp of hope is out, The door of mercy ibut. [ SS] 4 If they then prefume to plead, *' Lord open to us now ; We on earth have heard and pray'dj And with thy faints did bow :" He will anfwer from his throne, " Though you with my people mix'd. Yet to me you ne'er were known, Depart, your doom is fix'd." 5 O that none who worfaip here May hear the word depart ! Lord, imprefs a g'odly fear On each profeffor's heart : Help us Lord, to fearch the camp, Let us not ourfclves beguile 5 Trufling to a dying lamp, Without a flock of gil« THE LEGION DI SPOSSESSEB. I T EGION was my name, by nature \.j Satan rag'd within my breall ; Never mifery was greater. Never finner more polTefs'd : Mifchievous to all around me. To myfelf the greateft foe ; Thus I was when Jefus found me, Fili'd with madnefs, fin, and woe, £ Yet in this forlorn condition When he came to fet me free ; I reply 'd to my phjlician» [ 3r ] " What have I fo do with thee r" But he would not be prevented, Refcii'd me againft my will ; Had he ftaid 'till I confented, I had been a captive flill. " Satan, tho* thou fain would'ft have it, Know tliis foul is nore of thine; I have filed my blood to fave it, Now I challenge it for mine ; Iho' it long has thee refembled. Henceforth it fhall me obey ;'* Thus he fpoke, whiie Satan trembled, Gnafli'd his teethj and fled away. Thus my frantic foul he healed. Bid my fins and forrows ceafe; " Take (faid he) my pardon fealed, I have fav'd thee, go in peace : P>.ather take me, Lord, to heaven, Now thy love and grace I know ; Since thou haft my fins forgiven, Why faould I remain below. ; " Love (he faid) will fweeten labours. Thou hall fomething yet to do ; Go and tell your friends and neighbours, What my love has done for you : Live to manifeft my glory ; Wait for heav'n a little fpace : Sinners, when they hear thy ftory, Will repent andfeekmy face," [ 3S ] BARTIMEUS. 3 ""^/TERCY, O thou fon of David !" XVX Thus blind Bartimeus pray'd; Others by thy word are faved, Now to me afford thine aid : Many for his crying chid him, But he call'd the louder ftill ; Till the gracious Saviour bid him " Come, and afk me what you will." Money was not what he wanted, 1 ho' by begging ui'd to live ; But he afic'd, and Jcfus granted Alms, which none but he could givej " Ivord remove this grievous blindnefs, Let my eyes beliold the day ;" Straight he law, and won by kindnefs, Follow 'd Jefus in the way. Oh ! methlnks I hear him praifmg, Publifhing to all around; *' Friends, is not my cafe amazing ? What a Saviour I have found : Oh ! that all the blind but Imew him. And w^ould be advis'd by me ! Surely, would tliey haften to him, He would caufc them all to fee." [ 39 ] THE BLASTED yiGTREE. jNE awful word, -which Jefus fpoke, Againil the tree which bore no fruit. More piercing than the iight'ning's flroke, Ekfted and dried it to the root, a But could a tree the Lord offend, To make him fhew his anger thus ? He furely had a farther end, To be a warning-word to us. 3 The fig-tree by its leaves was knows, But having not a fig to fiiow ; It brought a heavy fentence down, " Let none hereafter on thee grow." 4 Too many, who the gofpel hear, Whom Satan blinds and fin deceives, We to this fig-tree may compare. They yield no fruit, but only leaves. 5 Knowledge, and zeal, and gifts and talk, Unlefs comhin'd with faith and love, And witnefs'd by a gofpel walk. Will not a true profeflion prove. 6 Without the fruit the Lord cxpccfh?, Knowledge will make our ftate the worfe The barren tree he fllli rejeCls, Andfoon willblall them wiih hh curft. [ 40 ] Jf O Lord, unite our hearts in pray'f, On each of us thy fpirit fend, That we the fruits of grace may bear, And find acceptance in the end. The two dizbtors. ONCE a woman fiknt flood. While Jefus fa: ac meat ; From her eyes fhe pour'd a flood. To wafh his facred feet. Shame and w^onderjjoy and love, All at once poiTefs'd her mind ! That fhe e'er fo vile fhould prove. Yet now fogivenefs find, " How came this vile v/oman here ? Will Jefus notice fuch ? Sure, if he a prophet were, He would difdain her touch !" Simon thus, v.'iih fcoruful heart, Slighted one v/hom Jefu? lov'd, But her Saviour took her part. And thus his pride reprov'd. " If two men in debt were bound, One iefs, the other more ; Fiffy or five hundred pound, And both alike v/ere poor ; Should the lender both forgive, • When he fav/ them both diftrefs'd i [ 41 ] Which of them would you beh'eve, *' Engag'd to love him belt ?" 4 " Surely he who much did owe,'* The Pharifee reply'd; Then our Lord, " by judging fo, Thou doft for her decide : Simon, if like her you know, How much you forgivenefs need « You like her had adled too, And welcom'd me indeed, 5 " When the load of fin is felt, And much forgivenefs known ; Then the heart of courfe will melt, Though hard before as Hone ; Blame not then, her love and tears, Greatly fhe in debt has been ; But I have remov'd her fears, And pardon'd all her fin. 6 When 1 read this woman's cafe, Her love and humble zeal ; I confefs, with il^.ame of face, My heart is made of fleel. Iviuch has been forgive to me, Jesus paid my heavy fcoreESIDE the gofptl pool i_v Apr jinted for the poor ; [ 46 ] From year to year, my lieljilcfs fowl Has waited for a cure. Z How often have I feen The healing waters move ; And others round me, ftepping Ik 1 heir efficacy prove. 3 But my complaints remain, I feel the very fame ; As full of guilt, and fear and pain, As when at firfl I came. 4 O, would the Lord appear, My malady to heal ; He knows how long I've languifh'd here- And what diftrefs I feel. 5 How often have I thought, Why fhould I longer lie? Surely the mercy I have fought Is not for fuch as I. 4 But whither can I go ? There is no other pool Where ftreams of fov'reign virtue flow To make a finncr w^hoie. 7 Here from day to day, I'll wait and hope, and try, Can Jefushear a fmner pray, Yet fuffer liim to die ? [ 47 ] 8 N'o he is full of grace ; He never will permit A foul that fain woiild fee his fa^c, To perifh at his^eet. LOVEST THOU ME ? ARK, my foul ! It is the Lord, 'Tis thy Saviour, hear his word, Jefus fpeaks and fpeaks to thee, " Say, poor finner, lov'il thou me ? •H 2, " I delivcr'd thee v/hen bound. And when wounded; hcal'd thy wound ; Sought thee \v;ind'riiig, fet thee right, Turii'd thy darknds into light. 2 " Can a woman's tender care Ceafe towards the child fne bear ? Yes, ihe may forgetful he. Yet will I remember thee. 4 " Mine is an unc]^ar';;-ing love, Hij^her than the licigins above ; Deeper than the dcptiis beneath, Fict and laiiliful, itrong as dcatii. 5 " Thou ilialt fee my ulory foon. When the work of grace is done j t ai tner of my ihronc fhail be, g.ivj pour iiuncr, lov'il thou lue, ?'* [ 48 J 6 Lord it is my chief complaint, That my love is weak and faint ; Yet I love thee, and adore, Oh for grace to love thee more ! ANOTHliR. rj IS a point I long to know, Oft it caufes anxious thoughts: Do T love the Lord or no ? Am I his or am I not ? a If T love, why am I thus? Why this dull and lifelefs frame ? Hardly fure, can they be worfe. Who have never heard his name ! 3 Could my heart fo hard remain, Pray'r a talk and burden prove ; Ev'ry trifle give me pain. If I knevir a Saviour's love ! 4 When I tul^n my eyes within. Ail is dark) and vain, and wild ; Fill'd with unbelief and fm. Can I deem myfelf a child ? 5 If I pray, or hear, or read, Sin is mix'd with all 1 do ; Yon that love the Lord indeed, Tsll me^ is it thus with you I [ 49 ] 6 Yet I mourn my ftuh'jorn will, Find my fin a grief and thralJ ; Should I grieve for what I feel. If I did not love at all ? 1 7 Could I joy his faints to meet, f. Choofe the ways I once abhor'd. Find at times the promife fweet. If I did not love the Lord ? I Lord decide the doubtful cafe ! Thou art thy people's fun ; Shing upon thy work of grace , If it be indeed begun. 9 Let mc love thee nior^j and more. If I love ac all, I pray ; If I have not lov'd before. Help me to begin to day. fZVEK RELEASED FHOM fXiSOii, I I^ERVEJ,! r perf^rving pr.y'r, I i Are lauh's affur'd relource ; ; Brazen gates and iron bar^, 'f in vain witiiiland their forte ; .. Peter when in prifon call, , Thou^'h by foidier's kepf with car- ; i- Thouo-h rhc d'vojs were b'o'-ted lal^, Was foca rcieua'd by pray'r. [ 50 ] a While he flcpt, an angel came And fpread a light around ; Touch'd and call'd him by his name. And rais'd him from the ground ; All his chains and fetters burft, Ev'ry door wide open flew ; Peter thought he dream'd, at firfl, Uut found the vifion true. 3 Thus the I.ord can make a way To bring his faints relief ; 'Tis their part to wait and pray. In fpite cf unbelief ; He can break thro' walls cf {lone, Sink the mountain to a plain ; 1 hey to whom his name is known, Can never pray in vain. 4 Ihus In chains of guilt and fin. Poor fmners fleeping lie ; No alarm is felt within, Although condemn'd to die ; 'Till defcending from above [Mercy fmiling in his eyes] Jefus, with a voice of love Awakes and bids them rife. Glad the fummons they obey, And liberty dtfire ; Straight their fttters melt away Like wax before the fire ; By the word of him who dy'd [ 51 ] Guilty pris'ners to releafc ; Ev'ry door flies upon wide, And they depart in peace. THE TREMBLING GAOtER. AEBIJEVER, free from care, May in chains or dungeons fing, (If the Lord be with him there " And be happier than a king Paul and Silas thus confin'd, Though their backs v/ere torn by whip". Yet poffeffing pea.ce of mind, Sung his praife with joyful Up?. 2 Suddenly the prlfon fliook, Open fltw the iron doors, And the gaoler, cerror-ftruck, Now his captives' help implores : Trembling at their feet he h\\ " Tell me firs, what muft I do To be fav'd from grief and hell ? None can tell me this but you." 3 " Look to Jefus,(they rrpjy'd) If on him thou canft believe ; By the death that he has dy'd, Thou falvation {hall receive: While the living word he heard, Faith fprung up within his heart, And releas'd from all he fcar'd, In their joy his foul had part. [ 52 ] 4 Sinners, Chrlft is ftill the fame, O that you could iikevvife fear I Then the mention of his name Would be raufic to your ear; Jefus rcfcuL-s Satan's Haves, His dear wouad^s ilill plead, " Forgive !" Jefus to the utmcft favcs Sinners look on him and live, THE GOOD THAT I WOULD I DO NOT. J T WOULD but cannot fing, -i Guilt has untvti^'d my voice; The ferpent fin's cnvenom'd fling. Has poifoii'd all my joys, a I know the Lord is nigh And would, but cannot pray, for Satan meets me when 1 try And frights my foal away. 3 I would, but can't repent. Though I endeavour oft; The ftony heart can ne'er relent 'Till Jefus makes it foft. 4 I would but cannot love, Though woo'd by love divine ; No arguments have pow'r to move A foul fo bale as mine. [ 53 ] 5 I would but cannot reft In God's moft holy will ; I know what he appoints is beft, Yet murmur at it Hill. 6 O could I but believe ! Then all would eafy be I would but carmot — Lord, relieve ! My help muft come from thee. 7 But if indeed I would. Though 1 can nothing do ; Yet the defire is fomething good, For which my praife is due. S By nature prone to ill, 'Till thine appointed hour, I was as deftitute of will, As now I am of pow'r. 9 Wilt thou not crown at length. The work thou haft begun ? And with a will afford me ftrcngth. In all thy ways to run, SARDIt. WRITE to Sardis, (faid the Lord) And write what he declares ; He whofe fpirit and whofe word Upholds the feven ftars : All thy works and ways I fcarcfc, [ 54 ] Find zeal and love decay'd ; Thou art call'd a living church, But thou art cold and dead. " Watch, remember, feek and ftrlvc ; Exert thy former pains; Let thy timely care revive, And flrengtiien what remains; Cleanfe thine heart, thy works amend, Former times to mind recall. Left my fudden ftroke defcend, And fmitc thee once for all. " Yet, I number now in thee, A few that are upright ; Thefe my father's face Ihall fee, And walk witk me in white: A^hrn in judgment I appear, They fcr mine fhall be confefsMj Let my faithful fervants hear, And v.'oe be to the reft." A NEW YEAR S THOUGHT AND PRATER. t 'T^IME by moments fteals away, JL Firft the hour, and then the day. Small the daily lofs appears, Yet it foon amounts to years: Thus another year is flywn, Now it is. no more our own ; If it brought or promis'd good, 1'han the years before the flood. [ 55 3 a But (may none of us forget) It has left us much in debt ; Favours from the Lord rcccivM Sins that have his fpirit griev'd^ Mark'd by an unerring hand, In his book recorded ftand; "Who can tell the vaft amount, Plac'd to each of our account ? Happy the believing foul ! Chrift for you has paid the whole 5 While you own the debt is large. You may plead a full difcharge; But poor careleffi finner, fay, What can you to juflice pay ? Tremble, leil when life is paftj Into prifon you be cafl. Will you ftill increafe the fcorc? Still be carelefs as before ; Oh, forbid it, gracious Lord, 'J'ouch thc'ir fpirits by thy word, Now in mercy to them fhow. What a mighty debt they owe! And their unbelief fubdue, Lcttham find forgivenefs too. Spar'd to fee another year, Let thy blefllngs meet us her; ; Come, thy dying work revive. Bid thy drooping garden thrive ; Sun of Righteoufnefs arife ! Warm our hearts and bUfs our cye«! [ 56 ] Let our pray'r thy bowels move, Make this year a time of love. DEATH AND WAR. I TT ARK! how time's wide founding bell XJ. Strikes on each attentive ear ! Tolling loud the folemn knell Of the late departed year ; Years, like mortals wear away, Have their birth and dyin<5 day; Youthful fprinj^, and wintry age Then to others quit the ftage. a Sad experience may relate What a year the lall has been ! Crops of forrow have been great, From tiie fruitful feed=; oi" lin : Oh ! what numbers gay and blithe, FtU by death's unfparing fcythe ? While they thought the world their own, Suddenly he mow'd them down. J See how v/ar, with dreadful {Iride Marches at the Lord's command ; Spreading defolation wide. Through a once much lavour'd land War, with hearts and arms of Reel, Preys on thoufandsat a meal, Daily drinking hvunan gore, Still he thirils and calls for more. t ^1 ] 4 If the God, whom we provoke. Hither fiiould his way dired:, "What a fin avenging ftroke May a land like this expetl ! They who now I'ecurely ileep, Quickly then would wake and weep ; And too late, would learn to fear, When they faw the danger near. 5 You are fafe who know his love* He will all his truth perform ; To your fouls a refuge prove, From the rage of ev'ry llorm : But we tremble for the youth ; 1 each them, Lord, thy faving truth. Join them to thy faithful few, Be to them a refuge too. PLEADING rOR, AND WITH YOUTH, IN has undone our wretched race, But Jefv.s has reftor'd. And brought the fir.ner face to face With his forgiving Lord. a This we repeat from year to year. And prefs upon cur youth ; Lord give them an attentive ear, Lord fcive them by thy truth. J Blefilngs upon the rifmg race ! Make tl:i3 an happy hoar, H [ 58 ] According; to thy richeft grace, And thine almighty pow'r. 4 We feel for your unhappy flatc, (M«y you regard it too) And would awhile curfelves forget, To pour out pray'r for you. 5 We fee, though you perceive It not. The approachiug awful doom ; O trembls at the folemn thought. And flee the wrath to come! $ Dear Saviour, let this new-born year. Spread an alarm abroad ; ArA cry in ev'ry carelefs ear, " Prepare to meet thy God !" PRAV'ER FOR CHILDREN. I /^^ RACIOUS Lord, our children fee, VJX By thy mercy we are free ; But, fliall thefe alas! remain Subjedls flill of Satan's reign ? Ifrael's young ones, when of old Pharaoh threat'ned to withhold; Then thy meffenger faid " No ; Let the children alfo go" fe When the angel of the Lord Drawing forth his dreadful fwpid, [ 59 ] Slew with an avenging hand, All the firft-born of the land : Then thy people's doors he pafs'd. Where the bloody fign was plac'd ; Hear us now upon our knees, Plead the blood of Chrift for thefe ! Lord we tremble for we know How the fierce malicious foe, Wheeling round his watchful flight, Keeps them ever in his fight : Spread thy pinions, King of kings ! Hide them fi.fe beneath thy wings ; Left the rav'nous birds of prey Stoop, and bear the brood away. Wfe ARE AMBA SSADORS FOR CHRTJT t npHY meflage, by the preacher, feal, X And let thy pow'r be known ; That ev'ry finner here may feel The worcl is not his own. t- Amorgft the foremofl. of the throng Who dtr'd thee to thy face, He in rebellion ftood too long. And fought againft thy grace. $ But grape prevaird,.he mercy fcund,^ And now by thcc is fent, To tell his fellow-rebels round, And call them to repent. [ 60 ] 4 In Jefus, God Is reconcU'd, The word may be forgiv'n ; Come, and he'll own you as a child, And make you heirs of heav'n. 5 Oh may the word of gofpel truth Your chief deiires engage ; And Jefus be your guide in youth. Your joy in hoary age. 6 Perhaps the year that's now begun, Alay prove to fome their laft ; The fands of life may foon be run. The day of grace be paft. 7 Think if you flight this embafly, And will not warning take ; When Jefus in the clouds you fee, Vr'hat anfwer will you make ? ?AU1. S lAREAVEL CHAaCl. X "TTTHEN Paul was parted from hi» friendl VV It was a weeping day ; But Jefus made them all amends, Aud vvip'd their tears away. 2 Ere long they met again with joy, (Secure, no more to part) Where praifes ev'ry tongue emploj, And pl^^afurc filU c&ch heart. Jt Thus all the preachers of his grace Their children focn fliall meet ; Together fee their Saviour's face, And worlhip at his feet. ^ But they who heard the word in vain. Though oft and plainly warn'd ; Will trciiible when they meet again, The miniflers they fcorn'd. 5 On your own heads your blood will fall If any perifli here ; The preachers who have told you all, Shall Hand approv'd and clear. tf> Yet, Lord to fave themfelves alone. Is not their utmofl view ; Oh ! hear their pray'r their mefiage ow», And fave their hearers too. {■RAISE roa THE INCARNATION. I Q« WEETER founds than mufic knows, O Charm me in Emmanuel's name ; All her hopes my fpirit owes To his birth, and crofs, and fhame. % When he came the angels fung, "Glory be to God on high ;" liOrd unloofe my ilamm'ring tongufj "VVho iliall louder Ung than I ? [ 62 ] 3 Did the Lord a man liccome, That he might the law fulfill. Bleed and fufFer in my room, And canfl thou my tongue be ftiil ? 4 Noj I muft my praifes bring, The' they worthlefj are and weak ; For, fhould I refufe to fing, Sure the very ftones would fpeak. 5 O my Saviour, fliield and fun. Shepherd, brother, hufband, friend, Ev'ry precious name in one, I will love thee without end. TH2 CT.0 3" OF THE TEAR. I 'T'"^I-IE Lord our falvatlon and light, X 1 he guide and the ftrength of our days. Has brought us together to-night, A new Eber.ezer to rail'e. The year vv'e have nov/ paiTed through, His goodnefs with bleiilngs has crown'd Each morning his mercies v/ere new. Then let our ihanldgivings abound, a Encompafs'd with dangers and fnare?. Temptations, and fears, and complaints; His ear he inclin'd to our pra) 'rs. His hand op'.:n'd wide to our wants; [ 63 ] We never befouglu him in vain, When burden'd with forrow or fin. He help'd us again Jind again, Or where before now had we been i $ HIf> gofpel throughout the long year. From fiibbatli to fabbath he gave ; How oft has he me: with us here. And fhewn himfelf mighty to fave ? His candltllick has been rcmov'd From churches once privileg'd thus ; But though we unworthy have prcv'd It ftill is contiuu'd to us. 4 For fo many mercies receiv'd, Alas ! what returns have we made? His fplrit we often have gritv'd, And evil for good have repaid ; Kow well it becomes U5 to cry, '• Oh, who is a God like to thee ? Who pafies iniquities by, And plungefl them deep in the fca ?" 5 To Jefus who fits on the throne, Our beft hallelujalis wc bring ; To thte it is owing alone, 1 hat we are permitted to fing : Afuft us, we pray, to lament "ihe fins of tlie year that is pad; [ 64 ] And grant that the next may be fpent Par more to thy praife than the lali. THE LORD S DA.T I TTOW welcome to the faints when prefs'd X X With fix days* noife and care and toil, Is the returning day of reft, Which hides them from the world a whil» 1 Now from the throng withdrawn away. They feem to breathe a difF'rent air ; Compos'd and foften'd be the day. All things another afpcd: wear. 3 How happy if their lot is caft, Where the ftately gofpel founds ! The world is honey to their tafte, [wounds! Renews thtir ftrength, and heals their 4 Tho' pinch'd wirh poverty ?.t home With {harp aftlidlion daily fed; It makes aiiends if they can come To God's own houfe forheav'niy bread: 5 Wirh joy tliey haften to the place, Where they their Saviour oft had met; And while they I'eaft upon his grace, Their burdens and their griefs forget. 6 This favour'd lot, my friends, is ours. May we the uriviletie improve; [ 65 ] And find thefe confecrated hours, Sweet earnefts of the joys aboie ! 7 We thank thee for thy day, O Lord, Here we thypromis'd proience feefe- Open thine hand with blcflings ftor'd, ' And give us manna for the week. PRAYER roR A REVIVAL. I q AVIOUR vifit thy plantation, >vJ Grant us. Lord a gracious rain ? All will come, to defolation, Unlcfs thou return again : Keep no longer at a diilance, Shine upon us from on hieh ; Left, for want of thine affiftaiice, EvVy plant il^ould droop and die. a Surely, once thy garden flourifii'd, Ev'ry part lock'd gay and green : Then thy word our fpirits nourifh'd, Happy feafons we have feen ! But a drought has fince fuccccdtd, And a lad decline we fee ; Lord, thy help is greatly needed, Help can only come from thee. 3 Where are thofe we counted leaders, Fill'd with zeal, and love, and truth? [ 65 ] Old profcflbrs, tall as cedars, Bright examples to our youth ? Some, in whom we once delighted. We fhall meet no more below ; Some, alas ! we fear are blighted, ^btarcca fmgle leaf they ihow, 4 Younger plants — the fight how pleafant, Covei'd thick with blofToms ftood ; But ihey caufe us grief at prcfent, FroHs have nipp'd them in their budi Dcareft Saviour haften hither, 'i hou canil make them bloom again ; Oh, permit them not to wither, Let not ail our hopes be \ain ! 5 Let our mutual love be fervent, Make U3 prevalent in prayr's ; Let each one efteem'd thy fervant, Shun the world^s bewitching fnarcs: Break the tempter's fatal power, Turn the flony heart to fiefti : And begin from this good hour, I'o revive thy work afreih. CHRIST cRUCiFi::n X TTTHEN on the crofs, my Lord I fee, V V iJ>ceding to dsath lo* wrctciied ai«. [ 67 ] fatan and fiu no more can move, For I am all transform'd to lore. 2 His thorns and nails, plercM thro* my henrt. In ev'ry groan 1 bear a part; I view his wounds with ftreaming eyes, But fee ! he bows his head and dies ! 3 Come, finncrs, view the Lr.mb of God, Wounded and dead, andbath'd in blood j Behold his fide and venture near, The well of endJefs life is here. 4 Here I forget my cares and pains ; I drink; yet ftill my thirft remains ; Only the fountain head above. Can fatisfy the thirft of love. i Oh, that I thus could always feel ! Lord, more and more thy love reveal! 'I hen my glad tcrgue Ihall Irud proclaim The grace and glory of thy name. i Thy name difpels my guilt and fear, Revives my heart, and charms my ear ; Milords a balm for ev'ry wound, And i^^atan trembles at the found. IT »S GO-^D TO BE HERE. I T ET me dwell on Golgotha, J— i Weep and love my Ijfe away ! t 68 ] ■\;^'"hile I fee him on the tree, Weep, and bleed, and die for mc ! t That dear blood for fmners fpilt, Shews my fin in all itsguiU: Ah, my foul, he bore the load, 1 hou hail flain the Lamb of God. 3 Hark ! his dying word, " Forgive, Father, let the fmner live : Sinner wipe thy tears away, 1 thy ranfom freely pay." 4 While I hear this grace reveal'd ; And obtain a pardon feal'd, All my foft aiFedlions move, Waken'd by the force cf love. 5 Farewel world, thy gold Is drofs ; Now I fee the bleeding crofb ; Jcfus dy'd to fee me free Fxom the law, and fin and thee I 4 He has dearly bought niy foul, Liord, accept and claim the whole ! I'o thy will I all rcfign, Now, iio more my own, but thiuc. LOOKING AT THE CR'SI. I TN evil long 1 took delight, J. Uiiaw'J by fliiiiic Of ftar j [ 69 ] 'Till a new objcA flruck iny (li'lif, And ftopt my wild Career. 1 1 faw one hanging on a tree, In agonies and blood; Who fix'd his languid eyes on mc. As near his crofs I flood. 3 Sure, never to my latefl breath, Can I forget that look ; It fecm'd to charge me with his death, Tho' not a word he fuoke, 4 My confcience felt and own'd the guilt, Andplung'd me in dtfpair ; I faw my fins his blood had fpilt, And help'd to nail him there. 5 Alas I knew not what I did, But now my tears are vain : Where ihallmy trembling foul be hid ? For I the Lord have flain, « A fecond look he gave, which faid, '• I freely all forgive; This blood is for thy ranfom paii^, I'll die that thou may'fl live." 7 Thus, while his death my fins d'Suhji, In all its blacked hue; (Such is the myflcTY of gr.icc) it ftals my pardoi; tou. L ro ] t With plcafing grief an«l mournful joy. My fpirit now is fillM, 1 hat I fhouldfuch a life deftrcy, Yet live by him I kill'd. THE WORD MORE PRECIOUS THAN GOLD. I "pRECIOUS Bible! what a trcafure X Does the word of God afford ! All I want for life or pleafure, Food and med'cine, fhield and fword ; Let the world account me poorj Having this I need no more. t Feed to which the world's a flranger. Here my hungry foul enjoys ; Of excefs there is no dangt r, Tho' it fills, it never c'.oy?; On a dying Chrift I feed, He is meat and drink indeed ! $ When my faith is faint and fickly, Or when Satan wounds my mind j Cordials to revive me quickly, Healing med'cincs here I find: To thcpromifes 1 flee. Each affords a remedy. 4 In the hour of dark temptation, Satan cannot make me yield ; For the word of confolation Is to me a mighty fhickl ; [ i-i ] While the fcrinture-truths are fute, I rum hib malice I'm IlwUi e. 5 Vain his threats to ovcccme me. When I take the fpirit's fvvord ; Thzn with eal'e I diive him from mG» Satan tiembies at the word ; ' ris a fword for conquefl: niade, Keen the edge, and ilrong the biad«. <) Shall T envy then the mifcr, Doatiijg- on his golden flore ? Sure I am, or fhould be vvifer, I am rich, 'tio he is poor ; Jelus gives mc in his word, 1 ood ai:d mcd'tine, fliiuld aud fvVord, CONFilSSION AND PRAYER. H may the pow'r which melts the reck lie felt by all aflaiibled lieic! ,0r elfe our I'ervice will but mock Ihe God whom we profcfs to fear ! 2 L ;rd, while thy judgments fiiake the land, The people's eyes are fi.v'd on thee ! We own thy juft uplifted hand, Winch thoufands cannot, will not fee. 2 How long haft thou beftow'd thy care On thi. iud'jlg'd uiigia.clui i[oi. ; [ 72 ] IVhile other nations, far and near. Have envy'd and admir'd our lot, 4 Here peace and liberty have dwelt, 'I he glorious gofpel brightly fhone ; And oft our enemies have felt, That God has made our caufe Kit own. 5 But ah ! both heav'n and earth have heard Our vile requital of his love I We,\yhoni like children he has rear'd, Rebels againfl his goodnefs prove. 6 His grace defpis'd, his pow'r defy'd, And legions of the blackefl crimes ; Profanenefs, riot, lull and pride. Are figns that mark the prefent times. 7 The Lord difpleas'd has rais'dhis rod, Ah, where are now the faithful fevy Who tremble for the ark cf God, And know what Ifrael ought to do. % Tord hear thy people ev'ry where, Who meet to mourn, confefs and pray ; "3 he nation ^nd thy churches fparc, And let thy wrath be turn'd away. THi: HTDINS I'i.ACE. I OEE the gloomy gathVJrr cj.ud, O Hanj^inp- o\r a finful land ! [ 75 ] Sure the Lord proclaims aloud, Times of trouble are at hand ; Happy they who love his name ! They fhall always find him near ; Tho' the earth were wrapt in flame. They have no juft caufe for fear. Hark ! his voice in accents mild, (Oh, how comforting and fweet) Speaks to ev'ry humble child, Pointing out a furc retreat ! " Come, and in my chambers hide, To my faints of eld well known- There you fafely may abide, Till the llorm be overblown. " You have only to repofe On my vi^ifdom, love and care ; When my wrath confumes my fr-es, Mercy fhall my children fparc ; While they perifli in the flood, You that bear my holy mark. Sprinkled with atoning blood, Shall be fafe within the ark." 4 Sinners, fee the ark prepar'd f Hafle to enter while there's room ; Tho' the Lord Iiis arm has bar'd, Mercy ftill retards your doom ; Seek him while there yet is hope. Ere the day of grace be paft, [ 74 ] IjcH: in wrath he gives you up, And this call Ihall prove your h THE TOLLING BELL, ^FT as the bell with folemn ttll, Speaks the departure of a foui, .Let each one aflc hirnfelf, " Am I Prepar'dj fhould 1 be call'd to die ?'* 2 Only this frail and fleeting breath Prefer ves me frcm the jaws of death ; Soon as it fails, at once I'm gone, And plung'd into a world unknown. 3 Then leaving all I lov'd below. To God's tribunal I mull go ; Mull hear the Judge pronounce my fatc> And lis my everlafiing flatc. 4 But could I bear to hear him fay, ♦' Depart, accurfed, far aw ay ! With Satan J in the lowefl hell, Thou art forever doom'd to dwell.'* 5 Lord Jefus ! help me now to flee, And feek my hope alone in thee ; A-pply thy blood, thy fpirit give, Subdue my fin, luad let me live. ^ 'Then, when the folemn bell I hear, -Jf fav'd from guilt I need not fear j [ « ] Nor would the thought diflrefling be, Perhaps it next may toll for me. 7 Rather my fpirit would rejoice, And long and wifh to hear thy voice ; Glad when it bids me earth refign, Secure of hcav'n if thou art mine, THE GREAT TRIBUNAL. I TOHN, in a viUcn, faw the day J When the Judge will haften down ; Heav'n and earth fhaUflee away From the terror of his frown ; Dead and living, fmall and grear, Raifed from the earth and fea ; At his bar fliall hear their fate. What will then become of me? a Can I bear his awful looks ? Shall I (land in judgment then, When I fee the opened books, Written by the Almighty's pen ? If he to remembrance bring. And expofe to public view, Ev'ry work and fecrct thing : Ah, my foul, what can'fl thou do ? $ When the lift fliall be produc'd Of the talents I enjoy 'd : Means and mercies how abus'd Time and flrength how mifemploy'd : [ re ] y Confcience then compell'd to read, Mufl allow the charge is true : Say, my foul, v.'hat canft thou plead, In that hour, what wilt thou do ? But the book of life I fee, May my name be written there; Then from guilt and danger free, Glad I'll meet him in the air : That's the book I hope to plead, Tis the gofpel open'd wide; Lord, I am a v/retch indeed ! I have finn*d, but thou haft dy'jd. Now my foul knows what to do ; Thus I fhall with boldnefs ftand, Number'd with the faithful few, Own'd and fav'd at thy right hand; If thou help a feeble worm To believe thy promife now; Jufticc will at lafl: confirm What thy mercy wrought below. THUNDER. I "TTTHEN a black o'erfpreadlng cloud VV Has darken'd all the air ; And peals of thunder roaring loud, Proclaim the tempeft near. % Then guilt and fear, the fruits of fin, 'i he finncr oft purfue j [ ?7 ] A louder florm is heard within, And confcience thunders too. 5 The law a fiery language fpcaks, His danger he perceives; Like Satan who his ruin feeks. He trembles and believes. 4 But when the iky ferene appears, And thunders roll no more; He foon forgets his vows and fears, Jufl as he did before. 5 But whither fhall the finner flee. When nature's mighty frame. The pond'rous earth, and air, audfdfl, Shall all diiTolve in flame, 6 Amazing day ! it comes apace, The judge is haft'ning down ! Will flnners bear to fee his face, * Or Hand before his frown. y Lord, let thy mercy find a way To touch each flubborn heart ; 7 hat they may never hear thee fay, " Ye curfed ones depart." 8 Believers you may well rejoice ! The thunder's loudeft flrains, Should be to you a welcome voice. That tells you, " Jcfus reigns!'* [ 73 ] eXPOSTULATION, ^■yO words can declare, No fancy can paint, What rage and defpair What hopelefs complaint. Fill Satan's dark dwelHng, The prifon beneath ; What weeping and waiiing, And gnafhing of teeth ! a Yet finners will choofe This dreadful abode, Each madly purfues The dangerous road ; Though God gives them warning^. They onward will go, They anfwer with fcorning, And rulh upon woe. 3 How fad to behold The rich and the poor. The young and the old. All blindly fecure ! All polling to ruin, Refiifmv to ftcp ; Ah ! think what you're doln j. While yet there is hope 1 4 How wealc is your hand, To Jlj^ht with the Lord ! How can you withftand The eilg-e of his fvvord ! [ 79 ] What hope of efcaping For thofe who oppofc, When hell is wide gaping To fwallow his foes ! 5 How oft have you dar'd The Lord to his face : Yet ftiil you are fpar'd To hear of his grace : Oh pray for repentance, And life-giving faith ; Before the jufi. fcncence Confign you to deatli.- 6 It IS not too late To Jefus to fiee, His mercy is great. His pardon is free ! His blood has fuch virtue For all that believe. That nothing can hurt you^ If him you receive. AT- ARM. STOP, poor fmners ! flop and thini: Before you farther go ! Will you fport upon the brink Of everlafting woe ? Once again I charge you (lop! For unlefs you warning take. [ 80 ] Ere you are aware, you drop Into the burning lake ! Say, have you an arm like God, That you his v/ill oppofe ? Fear you not that iron rod With which he breaks his foes ? Can youfland in that dread day ; When he judgment fliall proclaim, And the earth fliall melt away Like wax before the fiame ? 3 Pale-fac'd death will quickly come To drag you to his bar Then to hear your awful doom Will fill you with defpair : All your iins will round you crowd. Sins of a blood-crimfon dye ; Each for vengeance crying loud; And what can you reply ? 4 Tho' your heart be made of fleel, Your forehead lin'd with brafs ; God at length will make you feel, He will not let you p?.fs: Sinners then in vain will call, (Tho' they now dcfpife his grace) Rocks and mountains on us fall, And hide us from his face. A But as yet there is a hope You may his mercy know ; [ 81 ] Though his arm is lifted up, He Hill forbears the blow . Twas for finners Jefus dy'd, Shiners he invites to com^ ; None who come fiial] be deny'd. He fays, " there flill is room." PREPARE TO MEET GOD, SINNER, are you ilill fecure ? Wilt thou ftill reiufe to pr:iy ? Can thy heart or hands endure In the Lord's avenging day ? See his mighty arm is bar'd ! Awful terrors clothe his brow ! For his judg!nent Hand prepar'd, Thou muil either break or bow. fl At his prefence nature ihakes, Earth affriglited haues to flee j Solid mountains melt like wax, What will tb.en become ef thee ? Who his advent may abide ? You that glory in your fname, "Will you iind a place to hide When the world is wrapp'd in flam« 3 Then the great, the rich, the wife. Trembling, guilty, feifcondemn'd Mull ])ehoid the wrathful eyes Of the Judge they once blaf^-hem'd : L [ 82 ] Where are now their haughty looltl, Oh, their horror and defpair ! When they fee the open'd book?. And their dreadful fentence hear. Lord, prepare us by thy grace ! Soon we maft refign our breath j And our fouls be call'd to pafs Thro' the iron gate of death ; Let us now our day improve, Liften to the gofpel voice ; Seek the things that are above Scorn the world's pretended joys. Oh ! when flefn and heart fliall fail, Let thy love our fpirits cheer ; J:trengthen'd thus, we fhall prevail Over Satan, fin and fear ; Trufting in thy precious name. May we thus our journey end : Then our foes fliall lofe their aim. And the judge will be our friend. THE BURDENED SINNER. I AH, what can I do, _c\. O^ where be fecure ! If juftice purfue What heart can endure The heart breaks afunder, Tho' hard as a done. When God fpeaks in thunder. And mckcs himfeif known. [ 83 ] "With terror I read My fin's heavy fcorc, The numbers exceed The fands on the fliore ; Guilt makes me unable To fland or to flee So Cain murder'd Abel, And trembled like mc. Each fin, like his blood. With a terrible cry. Calls loudly on God To ftrike from on high Nor can my repentance, Extorted by fear, Reverfe the juft fentence, 'Tis juft, tho' fevere. The cafe is too plain, I have my own choice ; Again and again I flighted his voice ; His warnings negle&ed. His patience abus'd Hisgofpcl rejefted, His mercy refus'd. And mull I then go, For ever to dwell !n torments and woe Wirh devils in l.cU ! Oh where is the Saviour [ 84 ] I fcorn'd in times paft j His word in my favour Would fave me at laft« 6 Lord Jefus on thee I venture to call, O look upon me The vileilof all; For whom didft thou languilh, And bleed on the tree ? O pity my anguifli ; /^nd fay, *' ' Fvvas for thee." 7 A cafe fuch as mine Will honour thy pow'r, /•nd hell will repine, All heaven adore; If in condemnation Strid juftice takes place, It Ihines in falvation More glorious thro' grace. INVITATION. SINNER, hear the Saviour's call. He now is pafiing by; He has feen thy grievous thrall, And heard thy m-ournful cry ; He has pardons to impart, Grace to fave thee from thy fears. See the love that fills his heart, Aiid %Y)pes away thy tears. [ 85 ] ft Why art thou afraid to come And tell him all thy cafe ? He will not pronounce thy doom, Nor frown thee froni his face : Wilt thou fear Ernhianriel ? Wilt thou dread the Lamb of God, Who, to fave thy foul from from hell, Has (lied his precious blood ? Think, how on the crofs he hung Pierced with a thoufand wounds, Hark, from each as with a tongue, The voice of pardon founds ! See from all his burfting veins, Blood of wcnd'rous virtue, flow } Shed to vvaOi awjy thy ftains. And ranfcm thee from woe. Though his majefty be great His mercy is no lefs ; Though he thy tranfgrcflions hates. He feels for thy diftrefs : By himfelf the Lord has fworn. He delights not in thy death, But invites thee to return. That thou mayePc live by faith. Raife thy downcaft eyes and fee What throngs-his throne furround! Tliefe, tho' fmners once like thee, Have full falvation found ; Yield not thi-n to uubtliel! [ 86 ] While he fays, " There yet is room ;* Tho' of finners thou art chief. Since Jefus calls thee, come. KNCOURAGEMENT. I TV /fY foul is befet XVjtL With grief and difmay, I owe a vaft debt And nothing can pay : I muft go to prifon, Unlefs that dear Lord, Who dy'd and is rifen, His pity afford. Z The death that he dy'd. The blood that he fpik, To finners apply'd, Difcharge from all guilt : This great intercefibr Can give if he pleafe. The vileft tranfgreflbr Immediate releafe. BEHOLD THE MAN. YE that pEfs by behold the man, 1 he man of o^ri^f condemn'd for roa ; The Lamb of God for finner's flain, Weeping to Calvary purfue, C 8? ] a His facred limbs they flretch, they tear, With nails they fallen to the v/ood — His facred limbs expos'd and bare, Or only cover'dwith his blood. See there ! his temples crown'd with thorns, His bleeding hands extended wide ; .His ftreaming feet transfix'd and torn, 1 he fountain gufhing from his fide. 4 Thou dear, thou fufFeringSon of God, How doth thy heart to finners move I Sprinkle on us thy precious blood, And melt us with thy dying love ! 5 The earth could to her centre quake, Convuls'd when her Creator died ; O may our inmoft nature fnake, And bow with Jefus crucified ! At thy laft gafp the graves difplay'd Their horrors to the upper Qcies ; O that our fouls migl^t burfc the fhads And quicken'd by thy death, arife ! 7 The rocks could feel thy powerful death, And tremble, and afunder part ; Oh renil, with thy expiring breath, i he harder marble of our hfsrt. [ 88 ] JORERUNNEU xlND TGVXDATION 0» OUR HOPE. 1 TESUS the Lord, cur fouls adore, ^ A painful fulferer now no more ; High on his Father's throne he reigns O'er earth andheavcn'bcxttnfive plains. 2 His race for ever is complete, Forever undifiurb'd his feat ; Jvlyriads of angels round him fly, And fing his well-gain'd vi<5lory. 3 Yet 'mldfl the honours of his throne. He joys not for himfelf alone ; His mcaneft fervants fliare their part, Share in that royal tender heart, 4 Raife, ralfe, my foul, thy raptur'a fight, With facred wonder and deligiit ; J efas thy ov/n forerutiner fee Enter'd beyond the veil for thee. 5 Loud let the howling tempefh yell, And foaming waves to mountainsfweli; No Ihipwreck can my veffel fear, Since hope hath fi-^d its anchor here. rOUXTAIN OPHNED FOR SINNERJt 1 npHE fountain of Chrift, A- Lord, help us to fing, [ 89 ] The blood of our PrleU: Our crucify 'd king ; The founiain that cleanfei From (in and frotp. filth, Afid richly difptnfes Salvation and nealth. This fountain fo dear He'Jl freely impart ; When pierc'd by the fpear, It flow'd from his heart. With blood and with water, Ihe firll to atone, To cleanfe us the latter; The fountain's but one. 3 This fountain from guilt Not only makes pure. And gives, foon as felt, Infallible cure; But if guilt removed. Return and remain, Its power may be proved Again and again. This fountain unfeal'd Stands open for all Who long to be heai'd The great and the fmall : Here's ftrength for the v/eakly That hither are led ; Here's health for the fiekly. And life for the dead. M [ eo ] This fountain tho' rich From charge is quite clear. The poorer the wretch Tho welcomer here : Come needy, and guilty, Come loathfome, and bare Though lep'rous and filthy Come juilas you are. This fountain in vain Has never been try'd, Ic takes out all {lain. Whenever apply'd ; The fountain fiov\,^s fwcetly With virtue divine, To cleanfc fouls completely, Though lep'rous as mme. THE CHRISTIAN S SP1RXTCJA.L VOYAefl. 1 TESUS, at thy command, J 1 launch into the deep ; And leave my native land, W^here fin lulls all aileep ; For thee 1 would the world rcfign, And fail to heav'u wi':h thee and chine. ^ Thou art my pilot wife ; My compafs is thy word : My foul each ftorni defies, While I have f jch a Lord I [ 91 ] I truft thy falthfulnefs and power To fave me in the tr^'ing hour. Though rocks and quickfands deep Through all my paffage lie ; Yet Chrift will fafely keep, And guide me with his eye ; My anchor, hope, fhall firm abide, And ev'ry boifl'rous ftorm outride. By faith I fee the land. The port of endlefs reft : My foul, thy fails expand, And fly to Jefu's breaft ! O may I reach the heavenly Ihore, Where winds and waves diftrcfs no more! Whene'er becalm'd I lie. And ftorms forbear to tofs; Be thou, dear Lord, flill nigh, Left I ihould fuffer lofs : For moie the treacherous calm I dread. Than tempeft burftiiig o'er my head. 6 Come, Holy Ghoft, and blow A profperous gale of grace, ' Waft me from all below, To heav'n my dcPtin'd place ! Then in full fall, my port I'll find, And leave the world and fin behind. [ 93 ] WORTHY THE LAMB. 1 f^ LORY to God on high ! VJJ Let earth and feies reply ; Praife ye his name : His love and grace adore. Who ali our forrows bore ; Sing aloud evermore, W'orthy the Lamb. s JefuSjOur Lord and God, Bore fm's tremendous load, Praife ye his his name : Tell what his arm hath done, What fp.)lls from Death he \von. Sing his great name alone ; Worthy the Lamb. 3 While they around the throne CiTeerlully join in one, Praifing his name : Thofe who have feithis blood Sealing their peace with God, Sound his dear fame abroad. Worthy the Lamb. 4 Join, all re ranfo:n'd race. Oar holy Lord to bkfi ; Praife ye his name; In him we wil: rejoice, And make a joyful nolfe, Shouting with heart and voice, Worthy the Lamb. t 93 ] 5 What tho' we change our place, Yet we fhall never ceafe Praifing his name : To hira oar longs v/e bring. Hail him, our gracious King, And without ccafing ling, Worthy the Lamb. 6 Then let the hods above, In reahns of endlcfs love, Pralfe his dear name : To him afcribed be Honour and majefty, Thro' all eternity : Worthy the L.amb. THE pastor's wish FOR HT3 PEOPLE. I Tk ^ Y brethren from my heart belov'd, J_YJ. whole welfare fills my daily care, Aly prefent joy, my future crown, 1 he word of exhortation hear. A Stand fall upon the folid rock, Of the Redeemer's righteoufnefs, Adorn the gofpel with your lives, And praclile what your lips proiefs. 3 With pleafure meditate the hour, V»'hen he, dtfce^iding from the fe'es, Shall bid your bodierf, mean and Vile, In his all-glorioas image rife. L ^^ ] 4 Glory In his dear, honour'd nanif,. To him inviolably cleave : Yanr all he purchas'd by hie blood. Nor let him lefs than all receive- 5 Such is your Paftor's faithful charge, Whofe foul defires not yours, but you, O may he at the Lord's right hand. Himfelf and aH his people view. PRAISE FOR CONVERSION, I /~^ OME, ye that fear the Lord, V^ And liften while I tell, How narrowly my feet efcap'd The fnares of death and hell. C The flatt'ring joys of fenfe Afiaird my foolifh heart. While Satan, with malicious flcili, Guided the pois'nous dart. 3 I fell beneath the ftroke, But fell to rife again. My anguifli rour.'d me into life. And plcafure fprung from pain. 4 D rknefs, and {hame,and grief Opp-efs'd my gloomy mind ; I look'd around me for relief^ Bu: no relief could find. [ S5, 3 5 At length, to God I cry'd; He heard my plaintive figh. He heard, andinftantly hell^nt Salvatioa from on Ingh. 6 My drooping head he raii>'d. My bleeding wounds he heal'd, Pardon'd my fuis, and with a fmile The gracious pardon fcal'd. J' O may I ne'er forget The mercy of my God ; Nor ever wane a tongue to fpread His loudeft praife abroad. 1EE PORTION OF SINNERS, I "OEHOLD that great and awful day JLJ Of parting- foon will come, When linnerb mull be hurl'd away ; And chriftians gather'd home ! a The one with Dives for water cry. And gnaw their tongues in pain, They gnalli their teeth and crilp and fry, -And v/ring their hands in vain. 3 Now hail! allliail! ye frightful ghofls, With whom I once did dwell. And Ijesit my days in frantic mirth, And daiic'd my foul to hvlll [ C5 ] 4 You me about the flood did drag, And caus'd my foul to fin ; And devils now your mouth fhall gag, And force the fuel in. 5 Perhaps the parent fees the child Sink down to endlefs flames, "With fhrieks, and howls and bitter cries. Never to rife again. 6 O father ! fee my blazing hands, Mother! behold your child ! • Againfl you now a witnefs ftands Amidil the flames confin'd ! 7 The child, perhaps, the parents vle\T, Go headlong down to hell; Gone with the reft of Satan's crew. And bid the child farewell! 8 The huiband fees his piteous wife. With whom he once did dwell. Depart with groans and bitter cries,, My hlifljand ! lare you well ! 9 But O, perhaps, the wife may fee, The man flie once did love, Sink down to endlefs mifery, Whilfl flie is crown'd above ! 10 Then fliall the faints through grace com- Drink in eternal love : [bin'd, [ 97 ] In Jefu's image there to fhine, And reign with him above. II O how it lifts my foul to think, Of meeting round the throne. Eternal joys there for to drink. Where forrows never come. LONGING FOR A BOSOM PRIEN«. ^O That I had a bofom friend, To tell my fecrets to, On whofe advice I might depend In every thing I do. Z How do I wander up and down. And no one pities me ! I feem a ilranger quite uiiknown, A ion of mi for y 1 3 None lends an ear to my complaint, Nor minds my cries nor tears : None comes to cheer me dio* I faint. Nor my vail burdon bears. 4 Vvhil'll Others live In mlitii and eafc And feci no want or woe, 1 hro' this vaft, howJing wildcrnef;, i full of forrows go. N [ 98 ] 5 O falthlefs foul to reafon thus, And murmur without end ? Did Chrifl expire upon the crofs And is he not thy friend ? 4 Why doft thou envy carnal men, And think their flatc fo bleft ? How great falvation haft thou feei\, And jefus is thy reli ! 7 What can this lower world afford Compard with gofpel grace ? Thy happinefs is in the Lord, And thou fhalt fee his face ! % Can prefent grief be counted great Compar'd with future woes ? Will tranfient pleafures feem fo fweet Compar'd with endlefs joys? 9 How foon will God withdraw the fcenc, And burn the world he made ! Then woe to carnal finful men 1 My foul lift up thy head. 10 Thy Saviour is thy real friend, Conflant and true and good : He will be with thee to the end. And bring thee fafe to God. b J I Then why my foul art thou fo fad! When will thy fighs be o'er ? Rejoice in Jefus and be glad Rejoice for evermore. [ 99 ] BA7 OF JUDGMENT. I T)EHOLD the awful trumpet founds, Xj The fleeping dead to raife, And calls the nations under ground; O how the faints wiil praife ! % Behold the Saviour how he comes Defcending irom his throne, To burfl afunder all our tombs, And lead his children home. 3 Bat who can bear that dreadful daj, To fee the world in flames; The burning mountains melt away. While rocks run down in ftreams. 4 The falling ftars their orbits leave, The fun in darknefs hide ; The elements afunder cleave, 'I he moon turn'd into blood. 5 Behold the univerfal world In confcernation ftand, The wicked into hell are turn'd, The faints at God's right hand,. i O then the mufic will begin, I heir Saviour God to praife : They are all freed from every fin. And thus they'll fpend their d&yt, [ 100 3 eURlST OUR ADVOCATE. 1 C AVIOUR, I do feel thy merit, O Sprinkled with redeeming blood ; And ray troubled weary fpirit. Now finds left in thee my God. a I am fafc and I am happy While in thy dear arms I lie : Sin nor Satan cannot harm me While my Saviour is fo nigh. 3 Now I'll fing of Jefu's merit, Tell the world of his dear name, That if any want his fpirit. He is llill the very fame. 4 He that aflccth foon rectiveth. He that feeks is fure to find j Who of comfort is bereaved, Jefus never calls behind. j; Now our advocate is pleading With his Father and our God : Now for us he's interceding. As the purchafe of his blood. $ Now methinks I hear him praying '' Father fpare them, I have dy'd:" And the Father anfwers, faying, *« They are freely juftify'd." [ 101 1 JARTINO fOR HEAVEN. t 'T"'''HE time draws nigh when you and I X Are to be feparated ; But this doth grieve our hearts to leav« Each other to be parted ; But let us fee eternity, And meet the faints with joy, Our fighings o'er we'll part no morq. But reign, with Chrift, in glory. a When chriftians join, it is moft fine For to adore their Saviour; High they can raife their fongs of praifc, And follow him for ever ; But when they part it grieves their hcar^ They here are fo united : They fain would be in company Always, they're fo delighted' 3 Well, brethren dear, don't let us fear, We foon Ihall live together ; When Chrift defccnds to call his friends We then fhall meet each other. Then to fit down, around the throne With faints and lovely Jefus, Eternal love, we'll fing above. And nothing then will grieve ui. 4 The Lamb appears to wipe our tcari, And to complete our glory ; T hen Ihall we reft with all the blcft^ And tell the lovely ilory ; [ 102 ] To fit and tell, "Cbrift lov'd us well, And that while we were finners." Heaven will ring, while faints do fing', " Glory to the Redeemer." PASTOR S FAREWELL. 1 T>RETHEREN farewell, I do you tell XJ I hat you and I muft part : I go away, and here you ftay ; But ftill v/e join in heart. 2 Your love to me, has run moft free, Your converfatioh fweet, How can I bear to journey where Wich you I cannot meet ? 3 Yet I do find my heart Inclin'd To do my work below : When ChrUl doth call, I trull I fhall Be ready for to ^o, 4 I leave you all, both great and fmall. In Chrifi's encircling arms, Who can you fave, from death and grave, And lliield you from all harms. 5 1 truft you'll pray both night and day (And keep your garments white) For you and me — that we may be The children of the lioht. [ 10^ ] 6 If you die firfl, amen, you muft, The will of God be done ; ^ I hope the Lord will you reward With an immortal crown. 7 If I'm call'd home, whilft I am gon^ Indulge no tears for me ; I hope to fiog and praife my king, Through all eternity. 8 Millions of years over the fpheres, Shall pafs in fweet repofe. While beauties, bright unto my fight. Their facred fweets difclofe. 9 I long to go — thcH fare ye well, My foul will be at reft : No more fliall I coniplain, or figh. But tafte the heav'nly feaft. 10 O may we meet, and be complete, And long together dwell ; i\nd ferve the Lord with one accor4» So bretheren all, farewell. UELlftHTING IN THE WORSHlF Off eOX). i T ORD ! when together here we meet, I , j And tafte thy heav'nly grace, 1 hy fmiles are fo divinely fweet. We're loth to leave the place. . [ 104 ] a Yet Father, fmce it is thy will That we mufl: part again, O let thy precious prefence ftill With ev'ry one remain. 3 Thus let us all in Chrifl be one, Bound with the cnrds of love, Till we, around thy glorious throne, Shall joyous meet above. 4 Where fin and forrow from each heart. Shall then for ever fly. And not dne thought that we Ihcnild part, Once intercept our joys. 5 Where, void of all dillracfling pains, Our fpirits ne'er {hall tir: ; But in feraphic, heav'niy {trains. Redeeming love admire. 6 And thus, through all eternity, Upon the heav'nly Ihore, The great, myfterious One in Three, Jehovah we'll adore. BLtSSED SVATE OF T H £ DKAT) BLESSED exlate of the dead — i he dead that have died in ihe Lord i from trouble and mifery freed, And fure of their ecdicfs rew ard : [ 105 ] By forrow no longer opprcfs'd When join'd to the fpirits above ! With Jefus in glory they reft, They reft in the arms of his love. ! when will the Saviour extend The arms of his mercy to me ? The days of my pilgrimage end. My foul from its prifoii fct irec ? When will the dear moment arrive Which often I've pin'd for in vain ? And ftill I would die to revive, And fufFer with Jefus to reign. Ah! give me to bow my faint head. My forrowful foul to refign, From pain evsrlaftingly freed, To reft in thy bofom divine. My Saviour why doft thou delay. To call a poor wanderer home ? Come quickly, and bear me away The bride and the fpirit fay " Come." MT GOD, MY HEAVEN, MY ALL. X "TTTHEN I can read my title clear VV To manfioRs in the Ikies, I'll bid farewell t© ev'ry fear, And wipe my weeping eyes. 3 Should earth againft my foul engage, And hcllilh darts be hurl'd, O [ 105 ] Then T can fmlle at Satan's raec» And lace a frowning world. ^ Let cares, like a wild deluge come. And ilorms of forrow fall ; May I but fafely reach my home. My God, my heav'n, my all. 4 There ihall I bathe my weary fouj. In feas of heav'nly reft, And not a wave of trouble roll Acrofs my peaceful brcall. RTDEMPTION TUROUGH CHRIST. 1 [/^OME, let U5 lift our voices high, V>< High as our joys arife. And join th»4bngs above the Iky, Where pleafure never dies. 2 [Jefus, the God, that fought and bled. And conquer'd when he fell : That rofe, and at his chariot wheels, Dragg'd all the pow'rs of hell. 3 [Jefus, our God, invites us here, To this triumphal feaft. And brings immortal bleflings dov/H, For each redeemed gucft.] 4 The Lord, how glorious is his face ! jtiow kind his fmiles appear ! And oh ! what melting words he fays To ev'ry humble ear. £ *' For you, the children 61 my love, It was for you I dy'd ; Behold my hands ; behold my feet, And look into my fide ! 6 " Thefe are the wounds for you I bore, The tokens of my pains, "When I came down to free your fouls From mifery and chains. f (' Juftlce unflieath'd its firey fword, And plung'd it in my heart ; Infinite pangs for you I bore, Andmofl tormenting fmart. 8 " When hell, and all its fpiteful pow'rs, Stood dre.:i«fic of his name; Heaven echoing the theme. 3 Four and twenty elders rife. From their princely fiation; Shout his glorious vidories, Sing the great falvation ; Call their crowns before his throne, Cry in reverential tone, Glory be to God alone, Holy ! holy ! holy one. 4 Hark — the thrilling fymphonies, Seem, methinks to feize us— join we too the holy lays — Jefus — Jefus — Jefus ! Svt'cetefl found in Seraph's fong, Sweetefc note on mortal's tongue, Sweetsft carol ever fung — jefttS — Jefus flow along. [ 125 J HAPPINESS THllOUCU CHMST* I r|-iHE trumpet of God X Is founding abroad, The language of mercy, falvation thro* blood. 1 Thrice happy are they Who hear and obey, And fhare in the bleflings of this gofpel-day. 3 Th'elr anguifli and fmart, And forrow depart Who find this falvation infcribM on their heart, 4 True pleafures abound In the rapturous found, [found. And they that have found it have Paradife 5 Our Jefus to know, And feel his blood flow, 'Tis life cverlafting, 'tis heaven below. 6 This blefling be mine Through favour divine ; But, O my Redeemer ! the glory be thine. Lol HE COMETH ! I T O ! he cometh ! countlefs trumpet* ■I J Blow, to raife the fleeping dead ; Midfb ten thoufand faints and angeU See their great exalted Head. Hallelujah, Welcome, welceme Sou of God. [ 126 ] ^ Now his merit, by the harpers, Thro' th* eternal deep refounds; Now rcfplendent fliine his nail-prints. Every eye il^all fee his wounds : They who pierc'd him Shall at his appearance wail. 3 Full of joyful ej:pe61atIon, Saints behold the Judge appear: Truth and juftice go before him. Now the ioyful fentcnce hear. Hallelujah, Welcome, welcome Judge divine. 4 *' Come, ye bkfTed of my Father, Enter into life and joy ; Banifh all your fears and forrows, Endiefs praife be your employ. Hallelujah, Wekome, welcome to the fkies. 5 Now at once they rife to glory, Jcfus brings them to the King; There, vvlth all the hofls of heaven. They eternal anthems fmg. Hallelujah, Boundlefs glory to the Lamb. THE RICH MAN AND LAZARUS. I "I'M what confufion earth appears ! Cod's dearell children bath'd in tears; [ 127 3 While they, who heav'n Itfelf deridCj Riot in luxury and pride. I But patient let my foul attend, And, ere I cenfurj, viev/ the end; That end, how different, who can tell ? The wide extremes of heaven and hell. 3 See the red flames around him twine, Who did in gold and purple fhine ! Nor can his tongue one drop obtain T' allay the fcorching of his pain. 4 While round the faint fo poor below Full rivers of falvation flow ; On Abru'm's breaft he leans his head, And banquets on celeflial bread. 5 Jefus, my Saviour, let me fliare The meanefl of thy fervant's fare; May I at laft approach to tafte 'ihe bkflings of thy marriage-fcaft. THE EFFORT— IN ANOTHER MEASURE. I A PPROACH, my foul, the mercy-feat xA. Where Jefus anfwers pray'rj There humbly fall before his feet, For none can perilh there. 2, Thy promife is my only plea, Wilh tiiis I venture nigh ; I 128 ] Thou callefl burden'd fouls to thee, And fuch, O Lord, am I. 3 Bow'd down beneath a load of fin, By Satan forely preft ; By wars without, and fears within, I come to thee for reft. 4 Be thou my ihield and hiding place ! That fhelter'd near thy fide, I may my fierce accufer face. And tell him " thou hail dy'd. 5 O wond'rous love ! to bleed and die, To bear the crofs and fiiamc ; That guilty finners fuch as I, Might plead thy gracious name. 6 " Poor tempeft-tofied foul be ftill, My promis'J grace receive ;" 'Tis Jefus fpeaks, I muft, I will, I can, I do believe. WELCOME CROSS. TIS my happinefs below Not to live without the crofs ; But the Saviour's pcw'r to know, Sandlifylng ev'ry lofs. Trials mull and will befal ; But wiih humble fairh to fee Love iiifcrib'd upon them all, 'i his is happinefs to me. t 123 ] X God, in Ifrael, fows the feeds Of afRidtion, pain and toil ; Thefe fpring up and choak the weeds Which would elfe o'erfpread the foil ; Trials make the promife fweet, Trials give new life to pray'r ; Trials bring me to his feet, Lay me low and keep me there. 3 Did I meet no trials here, No chaflifement by the way ; Might I not, with reafon, fear, I Ihould prove a caft-away : Baftards may efcape the rod. Sunk in earthly vain delight ; But the true-born child of God, Mull not, would not, if he might. WHY SHOULD T COMPIATN. t TTTHEN my Saviour, my Shepherd is near, VV How quickly my forrows depart! New beauties amuiid me appear, New fpjrits enliven my heart; His prefcnce gives peace to my foul, And Satan affaults me in vain ; "While my Shepherd his power controuls I think I no more fhall complain. ft But alas ! what a cliange do I 5nd, [fight ? When my Shepherd withdraws from my My feats all return to m.y mind, My day is foon chang'd into night. [ 130 ] Then Satan his efforts renews, To vex and enfnare me again ; All my pleafing enjoyments I lofe. And can only lament and complain. % By thefe changes I often pafs thro^ 1 am taught my own weaknefs to know ; I am taught what my Shepherd can do. And how much to his mercy I owe : It is he that fupports me thro' all, When I faint, he revives me again ; He attends to my pray'r when I call, And bids me no longer complain. Wherefore then fhould I murmur and grieve, Since my Shepherd is always the fame, And has promised he never will leave The foul that confides in his name : To relieve me from all th;it I fear. He was buffeted, tempted, and flain ; And at length he will furely appear,^ Tho' he leaves me a while to complain. While I dwtll in an enemy's land, Can I hope to be always in peace ? 'Tis enough that my S epherd's at hand, And that fhcrtly this warfare will ceafe J For ere long he .vill bid me remove Frvom this region of forrov.' and pain, To abide in his prefence above, Aiid then 1 no more ihail complain. [ 131 ] t WILL TRUST AND NOT BE Af%Al1tr EGONE unbelief, My Savioar is near, And for my relief Willfurely appear: By pray'i itt me \vreflle> And he will perform, With Chrift in the veflel, I fmile at the ftorm. a Tho' dark be my way. Since he is my guide, ' ris mine lo obey, *rishis to provide; Tho' cifterns be broken. And creatures ail faiL The word he has fpoken Shall furcly prevail. His love in time paft Forbids me to think He'll leave me at lad In trouble to fink ; Each fweet Ebenezer I have in review Confirms his good pleafure 1 o help me quite thro'. 4 Determin'd to fave, He watth'd o'er my path When Satan's blind flave, I fporced with death } [ 132 ] And can he have taught mc To truft in his name, And thus far have brought mC; To put me to ihame ? Why fhould T complain Of v,rant or diilrefs, Temptation or pain ? He told me no lefs ; '1 he heirs of falvation, I knew from his \vord» Through much tribuIatioHj Mufl follow their Lord. How bitter the cup. No heart can conceive, Which he drunk q^uite up. That finners might live ! His way was much rougher^ And darker than mine j Did Jefus thus fuller, And Ihall I repine ? Since all that T meet Shall work for my good, The bitter is fvveet, 1 he med'cine is food ; Tho' painful at prefent, 'Twill ceafe before long, And then, oh how pleafant? The conqueror's fong I [ 133 ] THE VOICE OF FREE GRACE, 4 '' j HE voice of Free Grace, cries cfcapc to X. the mountain. For Adam's loft race Chrift has open'd a fountain For fin and tranfgrefiion, and every polUition, His blood flows nioft freely in plenteous re- dempti&n. Hallelujah to the Lamb who purchased our pardon, We'll praifc him again wken we pafs over Jordan. Z That fountain fo clear, In which all may find pardon, From Jefus's fide flows plenteous redemption ; Though your fins were increas'd as high as a mountain. His blood it flows freely in ftreams of falva- tion. Hallelujah to the Lamb, &c. ^ O! Jefus ride on, thy kingdom is glorious, O'er fin, death and hell, thou wilt make uj viAorious : Thy name fhall be praifed In the great con- grep:aiion, And faints fhali delight in afcribip.g falvatlon. Hallelujah to the Laaib; &c. E 134 3 4 When on Zion we ftand, having gain'd the bleft Ihore, With our harps in our hands we'll praife him evermore ; We'll range the bleft fields on the bank of the river, And fmg hallelujah for ever and ever. Hallelujah to the Lamb, &c. JOY AND PEACE IN BELIEVtNS. t C OMETIMES a light fiirprifes ij The chriftian while he fings ; It Is the Lord who rifes With healing on his wings ; When comforts are declining, He grants the foul again A feafon of clear ihining, To cheer It after rain. S In holy contemplation, We fweetly then purfuc The theme of God's falvation, And find It ever new : , Set free from prefent forrow, We cheerfully can fay, £'en let th' unknown to-morrow Bring with it what it may. 5 It can bring with It nothing But he can bear us thro' Who gives the lilies clothing, Will clothe his people too : r 135 3 Beneath the fpreading heavens, No creature but is fed ; And he who feeds the ravens. Will give his Children bread. The vine nor fig-tree neither Their wonted fruit fhall bear, Tho' all the fields ihould wither. Nor flocks nor herds be there : Yet God the fame abiding, Hispraife fhall tune my voice j For while in him confiding, I cannot but rejoice* HEAR WHAT HE HAS DONE FOR MT SOUL J I QAV'D by blood Hive to tell, O What the love of Chrift has done ; He rcdeem'd my foul fiom hell. Of a rebel made a fon : Oh ! I tremble ftill to think How fecure I liv'd in fin ; Sporting on deftru(5lion's brink, Yet preferv'd from failing in. 'X In his ov/n appointed hour. To my heart the Saviour fpcke ; TouchVi r,\e by his fpirit's pow'r, And my dang'rous llumber broke ; Then I faw and own'd my guilt : Soon my gracious Lord reply'd— ^ *' Fear not I my blood have fpilt, *Twas for fuch as thee 1 died." [ 136 3 J; Shame and wonder, joy and Iov«, All at once poflefs'd my heart ; €an I hope thy grace to prove. After acting fuch a part ? " Thou haft greatly finn'd, he faid| But I freely all forgive ; I myfelf thy debt have paid. Now I bid thee rife and live." 4 Come, my fellow Cnners, try, Jefu's heart is full of love ; Oh, that you, as well as I, May his wond'rcus mercy prove I He has fent me to declare, All is ready, all is free : "Why fhould any foul defpalr. When he fav'd a wretch like me. HUMILIATION AND PRAISE. (Imitated from the German. J WHEN the wounded fpirit hears The voice of Jefu's blood ; How th6 meiHige flops the tears Which elfe in vain had flow'd : Pardon, grace, and peace proclaim'd, And the finner cali'd a child ; Then the ftubborn heart is tam'd ; Renew'd and reconcil'd. [ 137 ] t Oh ! 'twas grace indeed, to fparc And fare a wretch like me ! Men or angels could not bear What I have offer'd thee: Were thy bolts at their command. Hell, ere now, had been my place 5 Thou alone fhould filent ftand, And wait to fhew thy grace. 3 If In one created mind The tendernefs and love Of thy faints on earth were join'd. With all the hofts above ; Still that love were weak and poor, If compar'd, my Lord, with thlae ; Far too fcanty to endure A heart fo vile as mine, 4 WcndVous mercy I have found. But ah ! how faint my praife ! Muft I be a cumber-ground. Unfruitful all my daysf Do 1 in thy garden grow, Yet produce thee only leaves ? Lord, forbid it fhould be fo ! The thought my fpirit grieves. 5 Heavy charges Satan brings, 'i'o fill me with diHrefs ; Let nae hide beneath thy wings. And plead thy righteoufnefs : Lord to thee for help I call, 'J is thy promife bids me come ; Tdl him thou haft paid for all, And thou fhalt ftrike him dumb. C 158 ] THE HAPPY DEBTOR. J rT->EN thoufand talents once I owM, X And nothing had to pay ; But Jefus freed me from the load, And wafh'd my debt away, a Yet fmce the Lord forgave my Cn, And blotted out my fcore ; Much more indebted I have been Than ere I was before. 3 My guilt is cancell'd quite I know, And fatisfadion made; But the vaft debt of love I owe, Can never be repaid. 4 The love I owe for fin forgiv'n, For power to believe, For prefcnt peace, and promis'd heaven, No angel can conceive. 5 That love of thine 1 thou finner*s Friend Witnefs'thy bleeding heart ! My little all can ne'er extend To pay a thoufandth part. 6 Nay more, the poor returns I make I firO; from thee obtain •, Ard'tii of grace, that thou wilt take 5uch poor returns again. r 139 ] 7 *Th well— It (hall my glory be (Let who will boaft their ftore) In time, and to eternity, To owe thee more and more, PRAISE FOR REDEEMING LOVE. X T ET us love, and fmg, and wonder, X.J Let lis praife the Saviour's name I He has hufli'd the law's loud thunder. He has quench'd mount Sinai's flame ; He has wafli'd us with his blood, He has brought us nigh to God. a Let us love the Lord who bought us, Pity'd us when enemies ; Cali'd us by his grace, and taught us. Gave us ears, and gave us eyes : He has wafli'd us with his blood, He prefents our fouls to God. 3 Let us fing, tho' fierce temptation Threatens hard to bear us down ! Tor the Lord, our ftrong falvation. Holds in view the conqu'roi's crown: He who wafh'd us with his blood, Soon will bring us home to God^ 4 Let us wonder, grace and juftice, Join and point to mercy's ftore ; When thro' grace, in Chrift our truft is, Juftice fmiles and afks no more, [ 140 ] He who wafli'd us with his' blood, Has ficar'd cur way to God. Let us praife, and join the chorus Of the faints, eut.hron'd on high ; Here they trufted him before us. Now their praifes fill the iky : " Thou hafl wafu'd us with thy blood. Thou art worthy, Lsnib of God ?" Hark ! the name of Jefus founde;d Loud, from golden harps above ! Lord, we bluih, and are confounded, Faint our praifes, cold our love ! Wafli oiir fouls and foiigs with blood. For by thee we come to God. 1 WILL PRAISE THE LORD AT ALL TIMESt I TT TIN FER has a joy for me, VV While the Saviour's charms I read. Lowly meek, from blemifh free, In the fnow-drop's penUve head. a Spring return?, and brings along Life invigorating funs : Hark! the turtle's plantive fong. Seems to fpeak his dying groans ! 3 Summer has a thcufand charms, All exprefilve of his worth ; *Tis his fun that lights and v/arms, His the air that cools the cuiih. E 141 ] 4 What, is autumn left to fay Nothing of a Saviour's grace ? Yes, the beams of milder day. Tell me of his fmiling face. 5 Light appears with early dawn, While the fun makes hafte to rife, See his bleeding beauties drawn On the blulhcs of the fkics. 6 Ev'ning, with a filent pace. Slowly moving in the veft. Shews an emblem of his grace. Points to an eternal reft, PERSEVERANCE. 1 Ty EJOICB, believer, in the Lord, Jtx. Who make5 « our cafe his own ; The hope that's built upon his word, Can ne'er be overthrown. a Tho' many foes befet your road. And feeble is your arm •, Your life is hid with Chrift in God, Beyond the reach of harm. 3 Weak as you are, you (hall not faint, Or fainting fhali not die ! jefus, the flrength ofev'ry faint, Will aid you from ou hi^b. [ 142 ] 4 Tho' fometimes unperceiv'd by fenfe, Faith fees him always near ! A guide, a glory, a defence, Then what have you to fear ? 5 As farely as he overcame, And triumph'd once for you ; So lurcly you that love his name, Shall triumph in him too. SALVATION. I C ALVATION! what a glorious plan; O How fuited to our need ! The grace that raife» fallen man, Is wonderful indeed. a Twas •wifdom form'd the vafl deiign, To ranfom us when left ; And love's unfathomable mine Provided all the coft. 3 Stridl Juftice, with approvlrg look, The holy cov'nant feal'd ; And truth and power undertook The whole fiiould be fulfiU'd. 4 Truth, Wifdom, Juftice, PowV and Love^ In all tlieir glory Ihone; When Jefus left the courts above, And died to fave his own. [ 143 ] J Truth, Wifdom, Juftice, Pow'r and Love, Are equally difplay'd ; a Now Jefus reigns enthron'd above. Our advocate and head. 6 Now fm appears deferving death, Moll hateful and abhor'd ; And yet the finner lives by faith, And dares approach the Lord. PRAISE TO THE REDEEMER, X "PREPARE a thankful fong, XT To the Redeemer's name ! His praifes (hould employ each tongue. And every heart enflame ! a He laid his glory by. And dreadful pains endur'd; That rebels, fuch as you and 1, From wrath might be fecur'dt 3 Upon the crofs he died. Our dfcbt of fin to pay, The blood and water from his fide Wafh'd guilt and filth away. 4 And now he pleading {lands For us before the throne; And anfwers all the law's demands, With what himfeif hath done. [ 144 ] 5 He fees us, "willing flaves to fin, and Satan's pow'r : , But with an outftretch'd arm he favcB, In his appointed hour. 4 The holy Ghoft he fends, Our ftubborn fouls to move; To make his enemies his friends. And conquer them by love. 7 The love of fin departs. The life of grace takes place. Soon as his voice invites our hearts To rife and feek his face. I The world and Satan rage. But he their pow'r controuls ; His wifdom, love, and truth engage Protedlion for our fouls. 9 Tho' prefs'd we will not yield. But ftiall prevail at length, For Jefus is our fun and fliield. Our righteoufnefs and flrcngth. TO Aflur'd that Chrlft our King, Will put our foes to flight ; "We, on the field of battle fing. And triumph, while we fight. [ 1-io ] THE HEART HEALED BY MERC^. 1 Q^l^^ cnfiav'd me many year?, O And led me bound and blind, 'Till at length a thoufand fears Came fwarming o'er my mind ; Where I faid in deep diftrefs, Will thefe HujuI pleafsres end ? How fliall I fee lire my peace, And make the Lord my friend ? 2 Friends and miniftcrs faid much, The gofpel to enforce ; But my blindneis ftill was fuch, I chofc a legal courfe ; Much 1 fafted, watch'd, and ftrove, Scarce would fliow my face abroad, Fear'd, almoft, to fjjeak or move, A ftranger ftill to God. 3 Thus afraid to trud his grace, Long time did I rebel ; 'Till defpairing of my cafe, Down at his feet I fell : Then my ftubborn heart he broke, And fubdu'd me to hisfway By a fimpie word he fpoke, *' Thy fins are done away," MAN BY NATURE, GRACB AND GLORY. I T ORD, what is man ? Extremes how wid« _| J In this myfterious nature join ! T [ 145 ] The flefh to worras and dud allied The foul, immortal and divine ! a Divine at firft, a holy flame, Kindled by the Almighty's breath ; 'Till ftain'd by fin, it fcon became The feat of darknefs, ilrife, and death. 3 But Jefus, oh! amazing grace! Affuin'd our nature as his own ; Obey'd and fufTcr'd in our place, Then took it vv^ith him to his throne. 4 Novi', whnt is man, when grace reveals The virtue of a Saviour's blood ; Again a iifs divine he feels, Dcfpifcs earth, and walks with God. 3 An\ what in yonder realms above. Is ranfom'd man ordain'd to be ? With honour, holinefs and love, No feraph mor^ aaorn'd than he. 6 Neareft the thrcne, and firfl in fong, Man ihall his hallelujahs raife ; "While v/cnd'ring angels round him throng, And fvvell the chorus oi his praife. THE CHRISTIAN TRAVELLER. COME all ye weary travellers, Come let us jo n and fing The everiafting praifes Of Jefni> Chriil our king ; [ 147 ] We've had a tedious journey, And tirefome, 'tis true, But fee how many dangers * The Lord has brought us through a At firft when Jefus found us, He cali'd us unto him, And pointed out the dangers Of falling into fm ; The world, the fltfli, and Satan Will prove a fatal faare, Unlefo we do reje6l them By faith and humble pray'r. 3 But by our d;fobedience, With forrow we confefs, Wc have had long to wander Thro' this daik wildernefs, Where we might lung have fainted On that inchanted ground But now and then a clurter Of pleafant grapes we found. 4 The pleafant fruits of Canaan Give life, and joy, and peace. Revive our drooping fpirits. And love and ftrength increafe. To confefs our Lord and Mafter And run at his command, We haften on our jouriiey, Home to the promis'd land. [ 148 ] 5 In faith, aiid hope and patience, Wtr'.'e made dow to rejoice, And Jcfus and his people For ever are our claoice; la peace and confolation We ! ow are going on, The pleafant way to Canaan, Where Jefus Chriil is gon*. Sinners, why Hand you idle, While we do march along ? Has confcience never to!d ycu That yoa were doing wrong? Down the broad road to darknefs, To bear an endlefs cuife, Forfake your ways cf finn'ng, And come along with us. 7 But if ycu will refufe it, We bid you all farewell; We're on the road to Canaan, And you the road to hell; We're forry thus to leave you. Had rather you would go ; Come try your bleeding Saviour, And fe-^i falvaiion flow. X Rr;perrt, and be converted Before it is to late ; O ! finners be alarmed To henr your difmal ftatc; [ 14.9 ] Turn to the Lord by praying, And daily fearch his wora, And never reft contented 'Till you have found the Lord. 6 Now to the King- immortal, Give everiafting praife, All in his holy fervice We wilh to fpcnd our days: 'Till we arrive at Canaan, That happy world above, In everiafting praiiVs, To fmg redeeming love. FRIENDSHIP AND LOVE. I 'T^'HE reafon we love friendfhip i We will deny to no man, How fhail, how fhail, how Ihall we Who are thus form'd for happinefs. E'er flight a loving chriftian ; Since Jefus, Jcfu.s hath dy'd on the tree, To refcue fmful men From violence and treafon. That we might love each other, And fcek our foul's falvation : 'Twas love that mov'd the wighty God For to redeem the nations, 1 hat happy, happy we might be. » On the feaft day of antient times, Jefus flood thus crying Whofo thirfteth let ev'ry one Come unto me and freely drink, [ 150 ] And thus be fav'd from dying, For furely, furely, there's nothing elfe can Quench the immortal flame That in your heart is glowing. Then come and tafte the ftreams of grace Which are fo freely flowing, Saying, drink my love, my only dove, For you they now are flowing, Then happy, happy you ihall be. 3 Let us who have begun to tafte The fwects of this falvation, Follow, follow, let us follow on, Believing we Ihall overcome, Refifting all temptation, Since Jefus, Jefus, fince Jefus the Son, With out-ilretch'd arms expanded. And voice that's fo inviting, To purling flreams of pureft joys Is thus our fouls exciting : Let us impart to him our heart, By faith and love uniting; Then happy, happy we lliall be. Friendship and Lov:, — Part II. THE facred ties of friendfhip Unite all loving chriftians. In glory, in glory they fhail live ; No time or place fliall change them. And death fhall ne'er difTolve them. United, united are they that believe, [ isi ] When Gabriel's trumpet founding, And conquer'd death refigning. '1 he fcatter'd duft uniting, The foul and body joining. All join the great proctiTion, And glory realizing, i hen happy, happy we fliall be. Z The blifs exquifife flowing, The friends of Jefus lliouting; Such raptures, raptures flow from his word? The angels join in concert. While Jefus ftands inviting, Come, coniC on ye blefftd of the Lord, Behold the crowns of glory And faints and angels meeting. And living ftreams of pureft joys For ever are increaling ; In auure fields for ever range; And view a fmi'ing Jefus. Then happy, happy we fhall be. 3 The finner's now lamenting. He fees the grand prcc( flion A marching, marching to the dazzling [throne ; His frightful foul alarmed. With ftartied eyes amazed. Farewell, farewell, I am for ever gone ; Behold a godly father ! And there a pious mother — How did they pray together, [ 153 ] Thpy float on ftreams of pleafure ! And I am loll for ever, On waves of endlefs forrow, Then tor raent, torment is for ever mine. JUDGMENT. I comes! he comes' the trumpet found And loudly rend the vaft profound; Earth, fea, and (ky aftonifft'd iiiake : 1 o judgment come — ye dead awake ! a Behold, behold what myriads rife ! See ! fee what glory fills the fkies : The drear'fHl voiumts open fnine ; I mercy, Lord — for mercy's thine. 3 The hour, the awful hour is come, Fix'd, ever fix'd is human doom ; The earth diffolves, hcav'n melts away : O fhieid me, Saviour, in that day. 4 Lo ! he afcends, to heaven afcends, With his triumphant- right-hand friends: Time, death, and hell, expiring lye, And goodticfs fills eternity. 5 The Father blef<^ — the Son adore, 1 he Spirit praife for evermore : Salvation's glorious work is done: We v.relcome thee, great Ihree One [ 153 ] SHOUTING god's PRAISE. ^ ^\ God my heart with love inflame, V ^ That I may in thy hoiy name Aloud in foiigs of praife rejoice, While I ha^'c: breath to raife my voice : Then will ] fiiout, then will I fuig, And make the heav'n'.y arches ting: I'll Ciug and fhout for evermore On that eternal happy fhore. t O ! Jefus, hope of .Cflory, come, And m.vke my h.-art thy humble home; For the fhcrt remnant of my days, I want to fmg and fiiout thy pra'ife ; I want to pray, atid never ceafc, And live rejoicing in thy peace, And to give thanljs in ev'ry thing-, And fii)g and ihout, and fhout and fing. -3 When on my dyinor hed I lay, Lord give me ftrenjrth to fhout and r.ray. And praife thee wi'-h my bteft breath, Unril my voice is ioil i?i death : Then fifters, brothers, fhouting come, My body follow to the tomb, Ai'd as you m ,rch the foleum road, Sing loud, and fhout the praife of God. 4 Then you below, and T above, Will fing and fhout the God we love, U [ 154. ] Until that great and awful day, When Chrift fliall call our flumb'ring clay ; Then from our dufty beds we'll fpring, And ihnut '-O Death where is thy fiing ? " O Grave where is thy victory ?" We'll fliout to all eternity. 5 Our race Is run we've gain'd the prize, •' Well done!" the iovereign of the ikies Will fmillng to his children fay, «< Come reign with me in endkfs day ;" Then on that happy, happy fhore, We'll fing and ftiout, for tn'ermore ; We'll fing and fliout, and fliout and fing^ And make all heav'n with praifes ring. MIDNIGHT MEDITATION. 'HY dally mercies,. oh my God, My waking thoughts employ ; And while I meditate on thee, My heart is fiU'd with joy. 1 a Thou giv'ft me reft upon my bed. Soft flumbers to my eyes •, Thy goodnefs is again renew'd, When in the morn I rife. 3 Throughout thebus'nefs of the day, Thine arm doth me uphold ; Amidfl. the terrors of the night, Thy prefence makes me bold. [ ^S3 ] 4 Whether in ficknefsor In health, i hy grace doth me fuftain ; Let me, oh Lord, thy favour have, And I fhail ne'er complam. 5 Aided by thee, I need not fear The pow'rs of rich or grent ; Their pomp and wealth I covet not, Nor envy all their ftate. 6 Although the fig tree hloffom not, Nor vineyard yield increafe, In thee, my Saviour, and my God, To joy 1 will not ceafe. 7 Although the world by ftorm.sbe tofs'd. And crumble into dull ; Yet flill in thee, my only hope, 1 willfecurely trufl. THE MEANS OF GRACE. 1 f^ OME and tafte akng with me, Vw> Confolation runniuj; free, From our Father's wealthy throne, Sweeter than the honey- comb. 2 Why ftiould chriftians feaft alone, Two are better far thin ont ; The more that come with free good will, Make the banquet I'wcetcr ftiii. [ 156 ] 3 Now I ^o to heav'n's door, Afking for a litcle more ; Jefus gives a doujjle fliare, Calling me his chofen heir. 4 Goodnefs running like a ftream, Thro' rhe new Jerufalem ; ^nd by conftant breaking f^rth, Sweetens earth and heaven both. 5 Now my body doth its befl:. For to keep me back from Chrifl ? I've a treafure coming in, Which is oppofite to fin. 6 Ginful nature, prone to vice. Cannot ftop the force of grace, Whilit there is a God tp give, And a finner to receive. 7 J^aints in glory finging loud In t'le praifes of their God, Now^ come in at Heav'n's door. Making ftill the number more. 8 Heav'n's here and Heav'n's there. Comfort flowing every where, 'i his I boldly do confefs, That my foul has got a taftc. 9 Now I go rejoicing home, From the bani^uet of perfume, [ 157 ] Finding manna on the road, Dropping from the feat of God. 10 O return ye fons of grace. Turn and fee God's fmiling face ; Hark! he calls backfliders home, Then from him no longer roam. ZION S TRAVELLERS. I npELL us, O women, we would know A Whither fo faft ye move ? We, call'd to leave this world below, Are feeking one above. ^ Whence came ye, fay, and what the placa '1 hat ye are trav'ling from ? From tribulation, we, thro' grace, Are now returning home. 3 Is not your native dwelling here, Like you not this abode ? We feek a better country far, A city built by God. 4 Thither we travel, nor intend Short of that blifs to refl : Kor we, 'till in the fmner's friend, Our wearied fouls are bleft. CHORUS. Friends of the bridegrooih wc fliall reign, Saviour we afk no more : Hail Lamb of God for fmners flain Whom Hcav'n and earth adore. [ 158 ] TRIUMPHANT. COME angels fcize your harps of gold, 7 he fong of love to man unfold ; Afiifl our joys exalt your praife, Another finner fav'd by grace. Glory, glory let us fing, While heav'n and earth with glory ring, Hofannah to the Lamb cf God. a A leper wafli'd from ev'ry {lain. Requires a higher, louder drain : 'i he fpirit's ilamp'd and feal'd within, 1 he blood of Chriil ha:h cleans'd from fin ! Satan feels his pow'r is gone, -Ke falls like lightning fromliis throne. Hofannah to the Lamb of God. 3 Come let us fmg, and pray and praife, For foon this waring ilrife fhall ceafe ; When loll in love, o'er ivhelm'd with God. With Chrifl we. take cur blell abode : Hark! the truviipet fpeaks him nigh, Hark ! hark ! he comes, while myriads cry Hofannah to the Lamb of God ! We, little flock, by allcontemn'd, O'erlook'd, unknown, defpis'd condemn'd, With names traduc'd and lives abhor'<3, Wefuffjr with our murder'd Lord, If the flames, afcend the higher. We'll fing triumph:':nt in the fire, Hofannah to the Lamb of God. [ 159 ] EVENING HYMN. I *' I 'HE night draws on, T mufl away, X With hallelujahs clofe the day ; The fun fets in the w£ft<;rn flcies, I never more may fee him rife. a Arch angels chaunt your anthems high, While on my grave-like bed I lie ; Your purple pinions fprcad arouud, And let my fleep be fweet and found, 3 And if 1 wake before the light, Clad in the manfions of the night, ri) think the laft great day is near. The trumpet founds, and all appear. 4 Ye fons of men no longer dream; Your life is like the r.olling ftream, Like yefterday 'tis pall and gone; Prepare to meet the great Three One. ON THE MLLENIUM. THAT glorious day is drawing nigb, When Zion's light Ihall fliine ; She fhall arife and fhine on high, Bright as the mornin? fun The north and fouth their funs refign, And earth's foundation bend; Chrifl:, like a comely bride adorn'd, Ail-glorious Ihali defcead. [ ieo ] a The king that wears the glorious crown, The azu.'-e flamino^ bow, That holy city fhall bring down, I o b'efs his faints below. When Zinn's bleeding conqu'ring king Shall fin and death df.ftroy, The morning ftars together fino-, And Z:on ihouts for joy. The holy bright mufician band. Who pJay on harps of gold, In hoiy order fee they ftand, Fair Salem to behold. Afcending on Inch melting ftrains, Jehovah's name they bear, Such fhouts thro' earth's extenfive plains Were never heard before. 4 Let Satan rsfye and boaft no more. Nor think his reigning long. The faints, tho' feeble weak and poor, Their great Redeemer's ftrong. He is their fhicld and hiding place, A covert from the wind, A fomitain in the wiidernefs, Throughout theweatv land. 5 The chryftal ftreams run down from heav'n '■ hey ilTuc from the throne. The floods of ftrife away are driv'n Ihe church becomes but one. [ 161 ] That peaceful union we {hall know, And live upon his love, And Ihou; and fing of grace below. As angels do above. 6 A thoufand years fhall roll around, 1 he church ihall be complete, Call'd by the glorious trumpet found. Their Saviour Chrill to meet, They rife with joy, and mount on high, They fly to Jtfus' arms, And gaZ' with wonder and delight. On their beloved's charms, 7 Like apples fair his beauties are, To feed and cheer the mind, No earrhly Iruit can fo recruit. Nor flaggons full of wine. Their troubles o'er, they grieve m more, But fing in ilrains of joy. In raptures fweet, and hlifs complete. They feail and never cloy. CHRIST THE APPT.E TREE. 1 'T~^HE tree of life my foul hath feer, X Laden with fruit and always green, The trees of nature fruitlefs he, Compar'd with Chrift, the apple trt#. 2 His beauty doth al) things excel. By faiih Ikuow, but ne'er can ttll [ 162 ] The glory which I now do fee, In Jtfus Chrift the apple tree. 3 ' ris happinefs which I have fought ; And pleafure dearly have I bought; I've mifs'd of all, bu: now I fee 'Tis found in Chrift the apple tree. 4 I'm weary of my former toil, Here I will fit and reil a while, Under the fhadow I will be, Of Jefus Chrift the apple tree. 5 With great delight I'll make my ftay. There's none fhail fright my foul away ; Among the fons of men I fee, There's none like Chrift the apple tree, 6 I'll fit and eat this fruit divine, It cheers my heart like holy wine : And now the fruit is fweet to me. That grows on Chrift, the apple tree. 7 This fruit doth make my foul to thrive And keeps my dying faith alive ; It makes my foul in hafte to be "With Jefus Chrift, the apple tree. SALVATION TO OUR KING. X /^OME all yc mourning pilgrims now, KJ The joyful news Til tell, [ 163 ] The Lord hath fent falvatlon down. To fave our fouls from hell. The angels brought the tidings down, To fhepherds in the field, Ihat God to men isreconcil'd, His Son to men reveal'd. CHORUS. Sing glory, honour to the Lord, Salvation to our Kinm'd to forrow. In the lake of hell confin'd [ 171 J MOURNING FOR AN ABSENT SAVIC^'R. I T^EAREST Jefiis though unfeeE, 1^ My believing heart mult love thee ; Poor defpiftd Nazarene ; A true and couftant friend I prove thee, Sinking in thy balmy name, O how I love my dearefl Lamb. a Night and day I vent my ligh, Languiihing to fte my Saviour, With warm heart and vvond ring eye, I view my dy:ng L rd lor ever, Here I ahvays would abide, O this I chufe and nought bciide. 3 Like the widow'd turtle dove, I, dear lovi'ly Lamb, mourn for thee Pants my loul thy love to prove, Crying O myGodreftore me To thy prefence fwcet and fair, O how 1 long to meet thee there. 4 Every moment feems an age, Till thy prefence fliall relieve me, Till thy grace my woes afl'uage. And thy abfence no more grieve me : Welcome, welcome, bleeding Lamb, O how thy prefence feeds the flame. 5 O'er the hills I fee him come, Quick as darts the piercing lightning, [ 1^2 ] Scattered o'er the horrid gloom : All thy joys are quick and brightning. Welcome, we come, bleeding Lamb, O how I love thy dear eft name. RECRUITING HYMN. CHRIST is fet en Zion's hill, He receiveth finners ftill ; V/ho will ferve this bicffed King, Ccme enlirt and with me ling. I his foldier fure fhall be, Hifpy in eternity. 1 by faith enlifted am, In the fervlcc of the Lamb ; Prefent pay I now receive, future happinefs he'll give. I his foldier, &c. Z-on'sKino; my Captain is, Ccnqucft I fliall never mifs, Let the fiends of hell engage, Fret and foam, and roar and rage. I his foldier, &c. I pf the world their forces join, V.irh the fiends of hell conibine ; Greater is my King than they, Through him, I fhall win the day. I hig foldier, &c [ 173 ] 5 Wicked men I fcorn to fear, Though they perftcute me here ; True, they may the body kill, But my King's on Zion's hill. 1 his foldicr, &c. 6 What a Captain have I got; Is not mine a happy lot : Hear, ye worldlings ! hear my fong, 1 his, the language of my tongue. 1 his foldier, &c. 7 When this life's fhort fpace is o'er, I fhall live to die no more ; Therefore will I take the fword. Fight for Jcfus Chrift my Lord. I his foldier, &c, 8 Come ye wordlings, come enlift, Tis the voice of Jefus Chrift ; Whofoever will, may come, Jefus Chrift refufeth none. I his foldier, &c. 9 Jefus is my Captain's name. Now as yefterday the fame ; In his name 1 notice give, All who come he will receive. I his foldicr, &c. 10 Be perfuaded, take his pay, All your lins he'll wafh away ; [ 174 ] Now in Jefu's name believe, Future happinefb he'll give ; Yes in heav'n you fure fhallbe, Piajfing Cod eternally. Recruiting Hymn Part II • I pROTHER foldier ftiU fight on, J^y Till the battle thou haft %von ; The great Captain thou didft chufe, Never did a battle lofe. We his foldiers fure fhali be Happy iu eternity. a Advocates for fin do fay We can never win the day ; Would difcourage all the hoft. Meanly yield — the battle's ioH. We his foldiers, &c. 3 T hey that do his heft defy. Shall before his prefence fly ; If we on our Captain zd\\f They like Jericho Ihall fall. We his foldier, &c. 4 Still fight on and you mall fee A\\ thefons of Anak flee, Fear them not, tho' they be tall, Our great Captain conquers all. More th 'n conq'rors we fliall be Happy thro' eternity. [ 175 ] A SONG or PRAISE TO JESUS. J[OW in a fong of tjrateful praifo, I'o my dear Lord my voice Di raife, With ail the faints I'll join to teil My Jcius has done all things well ■2 All worlds his glorious power confcfs; His wifJom all his works cxprcfs ; But, O his love I what tongue can tell. My jefus has done ail things well 3 1 fpurn'd his grace — I broke his laws, But yet he undertook my caufe, To lave me tho' I did rebel ; My Jefus has done all things well. 4 At laft my foul has known his love ; What mercy has he made me prove ! Mercy which does ail praife excel ; My Jtfus has done ail things well. 5 If e'er my Saviour and my God Did on me lay his chaft'ning rod, I knew whatever me'befel, My Jefus would do all things well. 6 Though many a firey flaming dart Be aim'd to wound me to the heart ; With this I all their rage expel, My Jcfub hiis done all things well. [ 1^6 ] 7 Oft times my Lord his face did hide, To make me pray or kill my pride ; Yet on my mind it ftiil doth dwell, My Jefus hath done all things well. X Soon I {hall pafs the v.il of death, And in his arms reiign my breath ; Then, then my happy foul fnall tell, My Jefus hath done all things well. 9 And when to that bright world I rlfe» And join fweet feraphs in the Ikies ; Above the reft this note (hall fwell, My jefus ha« done all things well. BEFORE SERMON. I TTEPvALDS of the King of ki- -rs i X Preach the pe^ce the gofpel brink's Loud extol th' incarnate God, Preach the virtue of his biood. 1 Celebrate with ev'ry breath Jefii's meritorious death : Speak of Jefu's faving name, Which for ever is the lame. And may we in chorus join, Bleffing, praifing love divine; Nfver be afham'd to tell Chrift hath fav'd our fouls from helL [ VrT ] MEETING BEFORE THE THRONE OF GO] ' CT? r "^y f^^ll'^^-ril^Hms, come, w r J'' "' ^^^ ^"^ hail 'ning home; We foon fhall land on yon blell fliore Where pains and forrow are no more'- There we our Jcfns fliall adore, For ever blcft. a What tho' our way to Zicn be Befet with pain and povtrty, What tho' temptation us afTail, Tho' focrs incrcare and frici:ds do fail, The Lord's our friend we'll cry all hail! For ever bkft. '3 O what a joyful meeting- when Wi^h all the faints and nVfateou's men, \\ ith angels and archangels too, We fing tlie fon^r for ever new,' And rdil have Jefus in our view For ever bleft. 4 No period then rur joys fhall know, Secure from cv'ry mortal foe ; No ficknefs there, no want or pain Shall e'er diflurb our reft again. When with inuvianuei Ave reign Fur ever bkil. [ 1^8 1 FOR THE MORNING, I "j^ ^fY God was with me all the night, XVX And gave me fweet repofe ; His angels watch'd me while 1 flept, Or I had never rofe. a Now for the mercies of the night, Aly humble thanks I'll pay ; And unto God I'll dedicate, 1 he liril iVuits of the day. 3 In midil of dangers, fear and death, Thy goodnefs I'll adore, And praife thee for thy mercies paft. And humbly hope for more. 4 My life, if thou preferve my life. Thy facrifice fhall be ; My death, when death mufc be my lot. Shall join my foul to thee. ON THE MILI^ENIUM. TARK ! my foul, the trumpet foundlnj __~i Chnil the awful judge is come ; Now arife, ftiake off i by fiumber, Angels wait to make him room. Thou art welcome, To thy everhfllng home. [ 1^9 ] See the ranfom'd tlirong; afcendlng-, Swift towards their Zioii move ; Thro' the fkies their courfes bending, Till they take their feats above ; There to worfhip, And adore the God of love. On thy great white throne of glory, O thou everlafiing King, 1 hei e the angtls fall before thee And the faints due praifes fing, 1 hou art wortiiy O thou Lamb lor linners ilain. 4 By thy groaning and thy bleeding, Thou didic th/ apparel ilain ; Groaning, dying, interceding. For the heiplcfs race of man ; New triumphant, King of kiugs for ever reign. 5 With thy fword and bloody veflurc. Now vhine enemies iubdue ; Now the iTiubborn nations conquer. Oh, thou righteous, juft and true, King eternal. Conquer now thine every foe. 6 In the Ikies the awful token Of rhy coming doe» appear ; Nature's ail confus'd and broken, [ isJ ] Rocks and mountains hurled are. In whofc ruins, Now thefe rebels quake and fear. 7 In thy robe of vengeance flaming, Wich the armies of tiie fkies; Turning in the ruins burning, Lightning from thy prefence flies : In thy fury, Conq'ring thylaft enemies. S ShockM by thy tremendous thunders, Lo we tremble and behold ; Rocks and hills are cleav'd afunder, Elements in flames are roll'd ; Like a vefture, Thou doll all the heavens fold. 9 Now the tribes of earth with mourning Stand to hear their final doom ; Down from whence thtre's no returning Dovvn to that infernal gloom, They are b^nifli'd, Never more from thence to come, 10 Then with joy and admiration. Shall the i'oliowers of the Lamb Shout all honour and falvation. To the Dear Redeemer's name; They fhali praifc him Who through tribulation came. [ 181 3 ON THE SUN S RISING. 1 TTATL to thy brightnefs, glorious fun ? JLx That gilds the op'ning day ; How far beyond the cold pale moon, Thy warm fuperior ray ! At thy approach all nature fmiles, Its orient tears dry up : Ihi: j-.rds with fongs, the time beguiles, |V ith glad'ning joys they hop. a B- . ah ! how fhort the tranfient gleam, Thy haft'ning fteps forebode, Thnt the refulgence of thy beam Do but a tranfient good ; Yif. fiil! a fun prepares to rife, rhat brings eternal day, And ihews us an immortal prize, That never will decay. THE HAPPy HOPEFUL SATNT. OMay 1 worthy prove to fee. The faints in full profperity ; To fee the bright the glittering bride, Clcfe feaced by her Saviour's fide. Hallelujah. O may I find fonie humble feat. Beneath my dear Redeemer's feet ; A fcrvant as bet ore I've been, And iing falvation to my King. Hallelujah. [ 182 ] 3 I'm glad that I am born to die, From grief and woe my foul fliall fly; Bx'-ight angels fhall convey me home, Away to new Jerufakm. Hallelujah. 4 I'll praife him while he lends me breath, I hope to praife him after death, I hope to praife him when I die. And fhout falvation as 1 fly. Hallelujah. 5 Farewel vain v/orld, Vm going home, My Saviour fmiles and bids me come ; Sweet angels beckon me away. To fintr God's praife in endicfs day. Hallelujah. 6 I foon ihall pafs that veil of death, And in his arms I 11 lofe my breath : And then my happy foul fhall tell My Jefus has done ail things well. Hallelujah. 7 I lOon lliall hcsr the awful found, Awalie ye nations under ground ; Arife and dr^.p ycur dying flirouds, And meet king Jcfus in the clouds. Hulleliijah. 8 When to that blefled world I rife, And join the anthems in the Ikies j [ 183 ] This note above the reft fliall fwell, My Jelus has done all tilings well. Hallelujah. 9 Then fhall I fee my bleff^d God, And prail'e him in his bright abode; My theme through all eternity Shall glory, glory, glory be. Hallelujah. THE JUBILEE. I TTARK ! the Jubilee is founding, JljL O the joyful news is come, Free falvation is proclaimed In and through God's only Son. Now we have an invitation. To the meek and lowly Lamb; Glory, honour, and faivation, Chrift the Lord, is come to reign. a Come dear friends, and don't negledl it, Cohie to jefus in your prime ; Great faivation, don't rejcCl it, receive it now'syour time: Now the Saviour is beginning 1 o revive his work again. Glory, honour, &c. 3 Now let each one ceafe from finning, Conie and I'oilow Clirift the Way ; Wc fliall all receive a blelling, [ 184 ] If from him we do not ft ray ; Golden moments we've negleilfd, O the tmie v/t've fpent in vain. Glory, honour, &;c. 4 Come let's run our race with patience. Looking unto Chrift the Lord, Who doth Uve and reign tor ever. With his Fdiher and our God: He is worthy to be pruifed. He isour exalted King. Glory, honour, &c. 5 Come dear children praife your Jefus, Praifs him, praife him evermore, May his great love now conrtrain us^ His great name for to adore : O then let us join together, Crowns of giory to obtain. Glory, honour, Sec* THE GOSPEL SLIGHTED. 1 1\ T Y friends and my neighbours that lire in i.V-1 this place, Come liden a while and I'll tell you your cafe; You have flighted the gofpel, difpifad God's word. And fcoff'd at the preachers that were fent by the Lord. [ 185 ] 2, There's many a good fermon youVe heard in this place, To warn you of finning and teach you in free grace; But now may the preachers complain unto the Lord, And mourn that the people have rejeded tneir word. 3 Some under affli(5lion will appear for to mourn, And when in fharp ficknefs they promife to return ; But if the Lord fpares them, they will furn to their fin, To drinking and fwearing, and to dancino- again. * 4 Sinners now you arc left in a dangerous cafe, You can rail at God's people and that in their face ; You can nrike yourfdves merry, but friends, you dcn't know GodS vengeance purlues you wherever you go- 5 We read that the wicked are turned into helJ, And all that forget God, with devils muft dwell; 2 A [ 186 ] 1 pray you be enteated to turn to the Lord Whiifl mercy is ofter'd be led by his word . 6 Farewel my dear friends, I muft bid you fare- wel, The love that I have for you there's no one can tell; I wifli above ail things that we all may pre- pare To meet Chrift in glory, and reign with him there. backslider's complaint. HOW fore a thing and grievous, Is it from our God to run ; When we force our God to leave us, Wretched are we and undone. a Are we not our own tormentors. When from happinefs we flee ? Yes, my foul, the iron enters, Sin ispefed mifery. 3 I the bitter cup have tafled, Still I drink the mingled gall ; ;. Still my foul by fia lies waded, Unrecover'd from its fall. 4 Still beneath his frown 1 languiib ; God, from A-hom I would depart, [ 187 ] Leaves me to my grief and angulfii, Gives me up to my own heart. 5 Pain and curfe 1 now inherit, Fears :md wars and Irorms within ; Grief and agony of ipiiit Sin chaftiiing me for fm. 6 Ye who now enjoy his favour, Hufl^and well the precious grace ; Never iofe, like mc, your Saviour, Never break from his embrace. 7 Do not by your lightnefs grieve him, Youthful lufts and idols flee ; Little children never leave him, Never grieve your God like me. 8 Pray and when the anfwer's given : When you find the paflage free : When your pray'rs have opeu'd heav'n, Faithful fouls; remember me, ALL IS VANITY. •^PHO' fniners would vex me, X. And troubles perplex me Af^ainft inclination ah \ what Ihall I do, No lop^er a rover, My foU'its are over, For one chiu^ is needful and that I'll purfue. [ 188 ] Vain pleafure's deceitful^ Sin to me is hateful. But more lading pleafure I hope for to find. This world is a bubble, A life full of trouble, [behind. My thoughts now fly upwards and leave all The bells are a tolling, The wheels are a rolling, [home, Some gallant gay fair one goes to their long If dead out of Jefus, The Lord v^ill not fave us, And to live in glory we never can come. O pray for converfion, Shun foolifli diverfion, Ufe much felf-denial and take up your crofs ; Do this for a feafon, And ufe your own reafon, [lofs. And time will foon prove you'll not be at a If time is a treafure. There's none for vain pleafure, Look up to the giver wit . faith's flcdfaft eye ; Believe on that Jefus, Who died to fave us, For time flies apace, and eternity's nigh. My foul ftarts with wonder, To think how the thunder Will fhake all creation at the angeVs call j [ 1S9 ] Time is now no longer, The aged and younger, fin all. Shall hear the dread fei-ttuce for Ctiriil'a ail Behold how divided. The judgment decided, Poor finners bewailing their folly in hell, But glory to Jcfus, Believing he'll fave us. With angels in glory his praifes we'll fwell FRIEND S PAaTlN'G HYMN. ,UR fouls by love together knit, Cemented mix'd in one, One hope, one heart, one mind, one voice, 'fisheav'n on earth begun ; Our hearts have burn'd whiJe Jtfus fpoke, And glow'd with facred fire He ftop'd and talk'd and fed, and blefs'd^ And fill'd th' inlarg'd defire. CHORUS. A Saviour let creation fing, A Saviour let all Heaven ring He's God with us we feel him ours, His fulnefs in our foul he pours: 'Tis aimoil done, 'tis almoil o'er. We're joining them who're gone before, We then fhall meet to part no more, Hallelujah, Hallelujah,* Amen, Amen. [ ^^0 ] 2 We're foldlers fighting for oiir God, Let trembling cowsrds fly ; We'll itand unlhaken firm and fix'd With Chrift to live and die ; Let devils rage and'hell affail, We'll cut our palfage through ; Let foes unite and friends defert, We'll fcizc the crown our due, A Saviour let, &c. 3 The little cloud increafes ftill, Th.e heav'ns are big with rain ; We hafte to caich the teeming fliow'r, AvA al' its n-iO'fture drain : A rill, a ftrcani, a torrent flows, But pour the mighty flood; O fwccp the nations, fliTike the earth. Till all proclaim thee God A Saviour let, Sec. 4 And when thou malcTt thy jewels up And lets thy ft : flee. No more afflidcd now like me. 10 Here I am now in prifon hound. And tri ds wait nic ail around, O would'ft thou Lord now burft the chain, How I would join to praife thy name* GLORYING IIJ THE CROSS OF CHRIST. TESU3 ! and flull it ever be J A mortal man afham'd of thee ! Afham'd of thee whom angels praife, Whofe glosies ihine thro' tndlcis days! 2 B [ 13^ ] 2 Afnam'd of Jefus ! fooner far Let ev'iiing biufli to own a ftar ; He flieds the beams of light divine O'er this benighted foul of mine. 3 Afham'c of Jefus! juft as foon Let midnight be aihani'd of noon ; 'Tis midnight with my foul r;"i he. Bright morning liar I bid darknefsflee. 4 Aiham'd of Jefus ! that dear friend Oh whom my hopes of heav'n depend! Ko — when I blufh — be this my ihame 1 hat I no more revere his name. 5 Afnam'd of Jefus ! yes I may, When I've no guilt to wafh away; No tears to wipe, no God to crave, No fears to queil, no foul to fave. 6 'Till then — nor is my boafling vain- "fill then T boail a Saviour flain ; And O may this my glory be. That Chriil is not alham'd of me. 7 His inftiaitions would T prize. Take up my crofs — the Ihame defpife ; Dare to defend his n< bit caufe, And yield obedieece to his laws. [ 195 ] THE BELIEVER S IirDINR PLACE I TTAIL fovVcign love that firfi; began, XJl The fcheme to rcfcue fallen man; Hail matchlefs,free, eternal grace, That gave my foul a hiding place. a Againfl the God that rules the fky, I fought with hands uplifted high ; Defpis'd the manfion of his grace. Too proud to feek a hiding place. 3 Inwrapt in dark Egyptian night. And fond of darknefs more than light, Madly I ran the finful race, Secure without a hiding place. 4 But lo! th' eternal council rang. Almighty love, arreft the man ; I felt the arrows of dillrefs, And found I had no hiding place. 5 Vindi<5live juftlce flood in view To Sinai's firey mount I flew. But juHice cry'd \vi:h frowning face, This mountain is no hiding place. 6 But lo ! a heavenly voice I heard, And mercy for my foul appear'd. She led ms on a pleafant pace, To Jcfus Chrill my hiding place. [ 19S ] 7 Should llorms of fevenfold thunder roll, And fliake the globe from pole to pole, No thunder bolt fnall daunt my face, For Jefus is my hiding place. 8 On him almighty vengeance fell, That might have crufli'd a world to hell, He bore it for his chofen race, And thus became their hiding place. 9 A few more rolling years at moft, Wi!i land me fafe on Canaan's coafl, When I fhall fmg a fong of grace, Safe in my glorious hiding place. IKVITATION. 1 f^ OME fouls that long for Jefus, V^ Come liften while we fing. The hand that hath ledecm'd us From forrow and from fin, O come and tafte the fweetnefs That from a Saviour flows. The grace of true repentance Ihat Chriil on him bellows. 2 Tho' tears and bitter mourning May fecm to call u? down, It fhowswe are returning To our eternal home. What tho* we are dejected, And find a darkfome night. We fhall not be rejected. For Chriil will give us light. [ 197 ] Thefe thirfty long:ing mourners Are blcfled wich the word, Which proves they arc returners To Chrift the living Lord, Who many wants difcover. And long for righteoufnefs. Declare that they are lovers Of Chrift the Prince of peace. 4 The gofpel now invites you To fly into his arm.-;, Where you (hall find refcue From all the lav-z's alarms. There mercy's charms are witneffed To all that are ciifcrefs'd. Flowing in all its fweetnefs From Jefu's loving breaft. 5 And ye that nov/ are wand'ring In fm's forbidden v^^ay, Ye fimple and ye fcorning, Who love to go aflray. Hear Jefu's voice inviting O fmner turn to me. There's fweetnefs in returning From fin's forbidden way. 6 My invitation freely And kindly I a'ddrefs To thofe who are ftout-hearted, And far from righteoufnefs. [ 198 ] Lo, here's a flowing fountain, For \vhofoever will, My grace is flill abounding, O come and drink your fill. THE DAY OF JUDGMENT LIF r your heads ye friends of Jefus, Partners of his patience here; Chriil to all believers precious, Lord of iiofts fhali foon appear ; Mark the tokens, Of his heav'nly kiugdona near. Sun and moon are both confounded, Darken'd into endlefs night ; When with angel hods furrounded, In his father's gloiy bright Beams the Saviour, Shuies the everlafling light. See the ftars from heaven falling. Hear on earth the doleful cry. Men on rocks and mountaij.s calling. While the frowning J udge draws nigh, Hide us, hide us, Rocks and mountains, from his eye, Lo, 'tis he, our heart's defire, Come for his efpous'd below ! Come to join us Vi^ith his choir, Come to make our joys o'er fiow j Palms of triumph, Crowns of glory to bcftow. [ 199 ] THE JUDGMENT DAY. I Q EE the eternal Judge defcending, O Seated on his Father's throne, Now poor finner, Chrift fhall fhcw thee He IS the eternal Son ; Tru f.pets call thee, Come to hear thy awful doom. a Hear the finner thus lamenting At the thoughts of future pain ; Cries and rears he now is venting, But he cries and weeps in vain. Greatly mourning That he ne'er was born again. 3 Yonder {lands the lovely Saviour, With the marks of dying love ; Oh ! that I had fought his favour, When I felt his fpirit move ! Doomed juftly. For I have againfl him flrove. 4 All his warnings I have flighted, While he daily fought my foul ; If fome vows to him I plighted. Yet for fin I broke the whole ; Golden moments, How negleiScd did they roll. 5 Yonder flan Exalt his blefTed name ; Let us hear and keep his word, His glory be our aini> [ 206 ] Let us refolutely ftiive To work God's work with full Intent, And what it is to believe On him whom he hss fent. a Faith implanted from above, Will prove a fertile root, Whence will fpring a tree of love, Producing precious fruit. Tho' bleak winds the bows deface. The rooted ftock fhall ftill remain ; Leaves many languifh, fruit decreafe, But more ihall grow again, 3 Happy fouls who cleave to Chrift, By pure and living faith, Finding him their king and prieft, 1 heir God and guide 'till death. God's own foe may plague hisfons, Sin may diftrefs but not fubdue, Chrift vi^ho conquer'd for us once, Will in us conquer too. VANITY OF THE CREATURE SANCTlriED. 'H ONEY though the bee prepares, An envenom'd iHng he wears; Piercing thorns a guard compofe Round the fragrant blooming rofe. a When we think to find a fvveet, Oft a painful lling we meet ; [ 207 ] When the rofe invites our eye, We forget the thorn is nigh. 3 Why are thus our hopes begull'd, V. hy are ail cur pleafures fpoji'u ? Why do agoi y and woe From our choiceft comforts grow ? 4 Sin has been the caufe of al!, 'Twas not thus before the fii' : What bur pain, and thorn anu fling. From the root of fm can fpring. 5 Now with ev'ry good we find Vanity and grief entwin'd; What we fee, or what we fear, All our joys embitter here. 6 Yet through the Redeemer's love, Thefe afBidions blcflings prove. He the wounding llings and thorns, Into healing med'cines turns. 7 From the earth our hearts they wean, Teach us on his arm to lean ; Urge us to a throne of ^:;race, Make us feek a reftin;^ place. 8 Tn the manfions of our King, Sweets abound without a itii'g; Thnrnlefs there the rofes blow, All the joys unmin;^'eu ilow. [ 208 ] THE DAY OF JUDGMENT. X nP'HE great tremendous day's approaching, X That awful fcene is drawing nigh ; Was long foretold by ancient prophets, Decreed from ail eternity. a But O my foul refleft and wonder, That awful fcene is drawing near, When you ihall fee that great tranfadtlon. When Chrift in Judgment fhali appear. 3 See n?.ture (lands all in amazment, To hear the laft loud trumpet found, "Arife ye dead and come to Judgment, ^•ye nations of this world around." 4 Loud thunder rumbling thro' the concave. Bright forked hghrning parts the fkies, The heav'ns a fliaking the earth a quaking, The gloomy fight attraAs mine eyes. 5 The orbed lamps all veil'd in fackcloth. No more their Aiming circuits run ; The wheel of time ftopp'd in a moment, Eternal things '^re now begun. 6 Huge maffy rock= and tow'ring mountains Over their trembling bafes roar, The raging oce^.n ail ui f •, ,i T.-nnon, Is hov'ring round her frighted Ihore. [ 209 ] 7 Green turfy grave-yards and tombs of marble, Give up their dead both fmall and great ; See the whole world, both faint and finner, Are coming to the judgment feat. 8 See Jefus on a throne cf juflice Come thuidering down the parted Iky, With countlefs armies of fliining angels, With halielujuhsfliouts of joy. 9 Bright fhining ftreams from his awful pre- fence, His face ten thoufand funs outfhine ; Behold him corning in power and glory, To meet him, ail his faints combine. 10 " Go forth ye hearlds with fpeed like light- ning, " Call in my faints from diftant land, •* Thofc that my blood from hell has ran- ova a, " Whofe names in life's fair book do ftand* II " O come ye blcfTed of my Father, " T he purchafe of my dying k)ve ; "Receive the crowns of IJfe and glory, ** Which are laid up for you above — 12 " For your dear fouls which have continued " With me, and my temptations bore, 2d [ 210 ] " I have provided for you a kingdom, "To reio'n with me for eveimore." 13 There's flowing; fountains of living water, No ficknefs, pain nor death to fear ; No forrow, fighing, no tears nor weeping Shall ever have admittance there. 14 But how will finners ftand and tremble Wlien juilicc calls them to the bar; Tliofe tjiat rejcd: his ofFer'd mercy. Their evcriaiiing doom to hear ? 15 See juQ.Icc now with indignation, Callii g aloud for fmners' blood, Thofe that flighted offer'd morcy, And crucify 'd the Son of God. 16 " Depart from me ye curfed finners, " iviy face you never more fhali Cce, " Be banifn'd from my peaceful prefencc, *' To endlefs woe and mifery." 1 7 Each guilty foul then {truck v/ith horror And anguifh, throbbing in their breaft; For ever doom'd to eudlefs forrow. And never more to hope for reft. 18 Come fmners here's a faithful warning. Return to Jefus whiitl you may, For he is ready to receive you, Or eife you muft depart away. [ 211 ] PETER SINNING AND REPENTING I TTTHEN Peter boafted, foon he fell, VV Yet was by grace reftor'd ; His cafe (hould be regarded well By all who fear the Lord. a A voice It has, and helping hand, Backfliders to recall ; And cautions thofe who think they ftand, Left fuddenly they fall. 3 He faid whatever others do, With Jcfus I'll abide ; Yet foon amidft a murd'rous crew His fnif'ring Lord deny'd. 4 He who had been fo bold before, Now trembled like a leaf ; Not only iy'd but curs'd and fwore, To gain the more belief. 5 While he blafphem'd, he heard the cock, And Jefus lock'd in love ; At once, as if by lightning ftruck, His tongue forbore to move, 6 Deliver'd thus from Satan's fnare, He ftarts, as from a fleep ; His Saviour's look he could not bear> But hailed forth to weep. [ 212 ] 7 But fure the frightful cock had crow'd An hundred times in vain, Had not the Lord that look beftow'd, i he rueaning to explain. 8 As I like Peter vows had made, Yet aAed Peter's part ; So confcience, like the cock upbraids My bafe ungrateful heart. 9 Lord Jefus^hear afmner's cry, My broken peace renew ; And grant one pitying look, that I May weep with Peter too. LONGING TO SEE JESUS. WHEN fhall I fee Jefus, And reign with him above, And drink the flowing fountains Of everlalling love. When {liail I be deliver'd, From this vain world of fin. And with my bklTed Jefus Drink endlefs pleafures in. But now I am a foldier, My Captain's gone before, He's given me my orders, And bid me not to fear, And if I hold out faithful, [ 213 ] A crown of life he'll give. And all his valiant folditrs Eternal lift; ikaiihave. 3 Through g;race 1 am determin'd To conqucrtho* I die, And then away to Jcfus, On wings of love I'll fly : Farewell to fm and Ibrrow, I hid you all adieu, And you my friends prove faithful, And on your way purfue. 4 And if you meet with trials. And troubles on the way. Cad all your fears on Jefus, And don't forget to pray. Gird on the hlefied armour Of faith, and hope and lore. And when the combat's ended. You'll reign with him above, O do not be difcourag'd, For Jefus is your friend, And if you lack for knowledge, He'll not forget to lend. Nor will he yet upbraid you, The oft'ner you rcqueft, He'll give you grace to conquer^ Aad take you up ta refL t 214 ] THE RESURRECTION. AlVl Alpha, fays the Saviour ; I Omega likevvife am : I was dead, and live for ever, God Almighty and the L,umb. In the Lord is our perfedlion, And in him our boaft we'll make : We fliall fharc his refurrc6lion, If vve of his death partake. 2 Ye that die without repentance, Ye mud rife when Chritl appears, Rife to hear your dreadful fentence. While the faints rejoice in theirs: You to dwell with fitnds infernal, 'I hf?y with Jefus Chrift to reign ; They go into Lfe eternal, You to everlafcing pain. 3 Bold rebellion, bafe backflidingf, Stop your courfc, rcflcd: with dread; In deltruition there's no hiding, Death and hell give up their dead : Ev'ry fea, and lake and river Shall reftore their dead to view : Sliout for gladnefs O believer; Chrift is rifcn, fo fliail you. IN PRAISE TO GOB. J Q ING to the great Jehovah's praife, O Ail praife to him belongs ; [ 215 ] Who kindly lengthens out our days, - Demands our choice ft lonjrs, Whofe providence has brought us through Another various year : We all with vovvs, and anthems new, Before our God appear. CHORUS. A Saviour let creation ling, A Saviour let ail heav'n rin^, He's God with us, we feel him ours. His fuinefs in our fouls he pours. *Tis almoft done, 'tis almoil o'er, We're joining them who're gone before. We then fliail meet to part no more. « Father, thy mercies pad we own, Thy ftili continu'd care; To thee prefenting, thro' thy Son Whate'er we have, or are ; Our lip? and lives niall gladly fhow The wonders of thy love, I While on in Jefu's ileps we go I To icek thy face above. i 1 A Saviour let, i?cc. 3 Our refidue of days or hours. Thine, wholly thine fliall be, \ And all our coniecrated povv'rs A lacrifice to thee. j A rili, a ftream, a torrent flows, ' But irom the mighty flood, L ^i<3 ] O fweep the nations, fliakc the earth, Till all proclaim thee God. A Saviour let, &c. And v hen thou mak'll thy jewels up, And lets thy ftarry crown, Wh-n ail thy fparkling gem^ Ihall fhine, Prctlaim'd by thee thine own, May we — We little band of love, Be fmners fav'd by grace, From glory into glory chang'd, Bi:hold thee face to face. A S»viour kt, &c. ©K TK2 ASCENSION OF CHRIST^ i T C ! the Grd by -whom falvation ■ I- J Is to fallen men reftor'd ; Now rcfunies his bhfsful llation. Shews hinifelf th' Almighty Lord ; Slow afcending, Bids us for a while tarewel. 3, Who his heavn'ly Hate fufpcnded. And ior man's atonement dy'd ; P;' Mnnuniber'd hofis attended Rifes to his father's fide ; Eorne hy angels Sack to his eicrnai throne. 3 Seraphs chaunt his endkfs praiifes, Guuid h;iii to liisancieat ftiit; [ 2ir ] open wide, ye heavn'ly places, Your returning God admit : Heav'nly portais, Let the King of glory in ! 4 Chrift his kingdom re-inkerits, His before the world began ; Myriads of admiring fpiiits Hover round the Son of Man ; Wrapt in wonder, View the wounds he bore for us. Worthy ihou of exalts rion, Loft in fwiet furprife they fmg : Mortals wirh like acclamation. Hail your great redeeming King ; Let your voices, Emuiate th' angelic choir. 6 Tes, O Chrift, from every creature, Praife lliall to thy name be giv'n ; Worthy thou of Riore and greater, King of faints, and King ot heav'n ! Kindling tranfporcs Swell our hearts and tune our tongues. Tho' our Lord is taken from us, - Prefeiit but m fpirit now. This his faithful v.'ord of promife Made, while rejourning below; " Where I en^cr, *'Thitlier ihall my fervants come.'. 2 E [ 218 ] 8 Him we pralfe for his afccnfion, Conqueror of fin and death ; Gone up to prepare a manfion For his ranfom'd flock beneath ; They Ihall quickly Reign with him in glory there. 9 There already is our treafure, Ihere our heart, our hope, our crown ; Thence on fublunary pleafure, We, with holy fcorn, look down : Earth hath nothing Worth a moment's tranfient thought. 10 We fhall foon in blifs adore thee. Gain the realms of endlefs day ; Soon be gather'd home to glory, All our tears be vvip'd away ; There, for ever, Sing the Lamb's new fong of love. THE SPIRIT S FA REAVE L TO THE BODT. ^OW am I held a prifoner now, X Far from my God ! this mortal chain Binds me to iorrow ; ail below Is Ihort-Hv'd eafe, or tirefcme pain. a When Ihall that wond'rous hour appear, Which frees nie from this dark abode, To live at large in regions, where No cioud nor veil ihall hide my God .•' [ 219 ] 3 Farcwel this flefh, thefe ears, thefe eyes, Tliefe faares and fetters of the mind; My God ! nor let this frame arifc, Till every dull be well reiin'd. 4 Jefus, who mak'ft our natures whole, Mould me a body like thy own : Then fhall it better ferve my foul In works of praife and worlds unknown. ENTRANCE INTO PARADTSE. ND is this heav'n ? and am I there ! How fhort the road ! how fwift the flight I am all life, all eye, all ear ; Jcfusishtre — my foul's delight. •A % Is this the heav'nly friend who hung, In b^ood and anguifli on the tree, Whom Paul proclaim'd, whom David fur.^, Who dy'd for thtm, wlio dy'd for me ? 3 How fair rhou off pring of my God! Thou fir ft born ima.dhe' ' reig-^g Subl'Hic iind j.-'-^actfui ihr.)' iie 5-"i ; Awake, my voice, in heav'diy iLains. 2 [ 220 ] ON THE NATIVITY OF OUR SAVIOUR. 1 TT7HILE Ihcpherds watch'd their flocks VV by night, All feated on the ground, The angel of the Lord came down, And glory fhone around. 0. " Fear not" faid he, for mighty dread Had feiz'd their troubled minds : " Glad tidings of great joy I bring " To you and ail mankind. 3 " To you, in David's town, this day " Is born of David's line, " The Saviour, who is Chrift the Lord ; " And this fliall^be the fign : 4 *' The heavenly babe you there (hall find, " To human view difplay'd, " All meanly wrap'd in fwathing bai^.ds, '' And in a manger laid." 5 Thus fpake the feraph, and forthwith Appear'd a ihming throng Of angels praifing God, who thus Addrefs'd their joyful fong : 6 " All glory be to God on high, " And to the earth be peace ; *' Good will, henceforth, from heav'n to men " Begin, and never ceafc.'* [ 221 ] A HYMN FOR GOOD FRIDAY. I 1^ /rOURN, mourn ye faints, as if you fee J-V.L Our Saviour dear nail'd to the tree; A bitter death he did endure, To fave the fouls of men fecure. a Oh ! how his purple ftreams did flow, His blood on man he did beftow; With hands and feet nail'd to the wood. And pierced fide ran down with blood. 3 What wifdom can conceive or know. What tonjrue or pen can truly fliow The vail dimenfions of his love, Or fhew his pow'r in heav*n above. 4 To God be praife and worfhip done, For giving us his only Son : Let's tunc our fouls, and him adore. In Hallelujahs evermore. A HYMN FOR CHRISTMASS DaY. ARISE and hail the facred day, Cail: all low cares of life away. And thought of meaner tilings : This day to cure our deadly woes, The Son of Righteoufnefs arofe, With healing in his wings. [ 222 ] If angels on that happy morn, The Saviour of the world was born, Poord forth feraphic fongs ; Much more fhould we of human race, Adore the vonders of his grace, 1 o whom the grace belongs. How wonderful, how vaft his love, Who left the fhining realms above, Thofe happy feats of reft ! How much for iofl mankind he bore, Their peace and pardon to reftore, Can never be exprefs'd. Whilft we adore his boundlefs grace, And pious mirth and joy take place Of forrow, grief and pain ; Give glory to our God on high, And not amongft the gen'ral joy, Forget good will to men, O ! then let heav'n and earth rejoice, Creation's whole united voice. And hymn that happy day ; When fin and Satan vanqmfh'd fell, And all the pow'rs of death and hell, Before his fov'reign fway. mariner's htmn, I Q ING my foul his wond'rous love, O Who Ifom that bright throwe above, [ 223 ) Ever watchful o'er our race, Scill to man extends his grace. 2, Heav'n and earth by him were made, All is by his fceptre fway'd ; What are we, that he fhould Ihow So much love to us beflow i 3 Sing my tongue, adore his name, Let his gory be thy theme ; Praife him 'till he call us home, Truft his love for all to come. THE christian's CONSOLATION. I "VTEVER let the good defpair, IN! While the cherub hope is rear ; Truft in him who gave thee breath. He will eafe the pangs of death ; To the faithful Chriflian, he Wiiifpers immortality. Z Should the haughty man opprefs, Frovi^niug on thee m dillrel'a; Or becaufe thou'rt metk and poor Shut thse from his Oately door; Call on God, be not afraid He will ne'er relufe thee aid. 3 Or fhould death in an-hufh lie, VVlicii thy hour is come to die, [ 224 ] Heed him not but truft thy foul With the Lord, who Ihall controul Death's cold hand, for time will fhovv Death ihall die as well as thou. Then thy foul fhall be convey 'd Where the heav-'nly choirs array'd; Near their high Immortal King, Hallelujahs there to fing Faithful Chriflians kneeling by, Biefs'd to all eternitv. DESCRIPTION OF CHRIST. 1 /^THOU in whofe preftnce my fonl takes V-/ dehght, On whom in affiidlion I call ; My comfort by day, and my fong in the night, My hope my falvation, my all. [Iheep, Where doft thou at noon-tide refort with thy To I'eed on the pafture of love ? for why in the valley of death fhall I weep, Or alone in the wildernefs rove ? 2 O why fiiould I wander an alien from thee, And cry in the defart for bread ? Thy foes will rejoice, when my forrows they fee, And fmile at the tears I have flied Ye daughters of Zicn, declare, have ye feen The Star that on lirael fhone ? Say, if in your tents my beloved has been, And where with his flocks he is gone ? [ 225 ] 3 This is my beloved, his form is divine, His vcftments flied odours around ; The locks on his head are as grapes on the vine When autumn with plenty is crown'd, The rofes ol' Sharon, the lilies that grow, In the vales on the banks of the ftreams ; On his cheeks, in the beauty of excellence blow, And his eyes are as c[uivers of beams ! 4 His voice as the found of the dulcimer fwe€t, Is heard throu;^h the fiiadows of death ; The cedars of Lebanon bow at his feet, The air is perfuni'd v.'irh his breath. His lips as a fountain of righteoufneis flow, That waters the garden of grace ; From which their falvation the Gentiles fhall know. And balk in the fmiles of his face. Love fits in his eye-lids and fcattere delight Through all the bright manfions on high ; Their faces the cherubims veil in his fight. And tremble with_fulncfs of joy. He looks, and ten thoufand of angels rejoice, And myriads v/ait for his word ; He fpeaks — and eternity, fill'd with his voice, Re-echoes the praife of her voice. 2r [ 226 ] His vellments of righteoufnefs who fhall de- fcribe I Its purity words would defile : The heav'ns from his prefcnce frefli beauties imbibe, And earth is made rich by his fmile. Such is my beloved in excellence bright. When pieas'd he looks down from above ; Like the mern :/hen he breathes from the chamber of Ught, And comforts his people with love. 7 But when armed with vengeance, in terror he comes, The nations' rebellions to tame, The reins of omnipotent pow'r he afiumes. And rides in a chariot of flame. A two edged fword from his mouth iflues forth, Bright quivers of fire are his eyes; He fp^eaks, the black tempells are feen in thi north, And fLorms from their caverns arife. 8 Ten thoufand deftruc^ions, that wait for hli word, And ride on the wings of hi? breath. Fly fwift as the winds at the nod of their Lor4 And deal out his arrows of death. His cloud-burfting thunders, their voices rc; found [ 22r ] Through all the vaft regions on high; Till from the deep centre loud echoes rebound, And meet the quick flames in the Iky. 9 The portals of heav'n at his bidding obey, And expand ere his banners appear; Earth trembles beneath, till her mountains give way, And hell fliakes her fetters with fear, "When he treads on the clouds as the dull of his feet, And grafps the big ftorm in his hand ; What eye the fierce glance of his anger Ihall meet. Or who in his prefeace ihall Hand ? CONVERSION. 1 /^f^ ! how I have long'd for the coming of KJ God, And fought hmi by praying and fearching his word ; With watching and failing my foul was op- prefs'd, Nor would I give •ver 'till Jefus had blefs'd. a The tokens of mercy at length did appear. According to promife, he anfwer'd my pray'r, And glory is ope n'd In lioods on my foul, Salvation from Zion's begimiing to roll, [ 228 ] 3 The news of his mercy is fpreadingf abroad, Ar. '^ iinners come crying and weeping to God, Their mourning and praying is heard very loud, And many find favour thro' Jefus's blood. 4 Here're more my dear Saviour who fall at thy feet, Opprefs'd by a burden enormoufly great: O raife them my Jefus to tell of thy love, And fhout hallelujahs with angels above; 5 III fing and I'll fhout, and I'll fhout and I'll O God make the nations in praifes to ring, With loud acclamations of Jefus's love, And cr.ry us all to the city above. 6 We'll wait for thy chariot, it feems to draw near, O come my dear Saviour let glory appear, We long to be finging and fhouting above. With angels o'erwhelmed in jefus's love. HEAVEN. I "\7"E fouls that trufl in Chrlft, rejoice, X Your fins are all forgiv'n ; Let every Chriftian raife his voice, And fing the joys of heav'n. [ 229 ] a Hcav'n is that holy happy pince , Where fin no more defiles ; Where God unveils his lovely face, And looks, and loves, and fniilcs. 3 Where Jefus, Son of Man and God, Triumphant from his wars, Walks in rich garments dipt in blood, And Ihews his glorious fears. 4 Where ranfom'd finners found God's praife, Th' angelic hofis among-, Sing the rich wojiders of his grace, And Jefus leads the fong. 5" Where faints are free from ev'ry load Of paflions or of pains, God dwells in them, and they in God, And love for ever reigns. 6 Eye hath not f^en, nor ear hath heard, Nor can the heart conceive, All that the blood of Chrifl procur'd, Or all that God can give. 7 Lord as thou fliew'ft thy glory there ; Make known thy grace ^o us, And heav'n will not be wanting here, While we can hymn thee thus. [ 230 ] THE CONVICTED SINNER. I TPVEAR Jefus here comes and knocks ar X^ thy door, A beggar for crumbs, diftreflisd and poor, Blind, lame, and forfaken, all roll'd in his blood. At lafl ovirtaken when running from God. a To aik children's bread I dare not prefume, But Lord to be fed with fragments I come. Some crumbs from thy table, O let me obtain, For, lo thou art able my wants to fuftain. 3 I own I deferve no favour to fee, So long I did fvverve a nd wander from thee, 'Till brought by aillidlion my follies to mourn, Now under convidtion to thee I return. For fince thou haft faid thou wilt caft out none, That fly to thine aid as linners undone, Now Lord I am come as condemned to die, ^ And on this fvveet promife I humbly rely. 1 cannot depart, dear Jefus, nor yield. Till feels my poor heart this promife fulfill'dj That I may for ever a monument be, To praife the dear Saviour of finners like me. [ 231 ] AN EVENING HYMN. 1 /^ LORY to thee, my God, this night, vJT For all the blefiings of the light ; Keep me, oh keep me, King of kings Beneath thine own almighty wings. a Forgive me, Lord, for thy dear Son, The ill th t I this day have done ; That, with the world, mylelf and thee, I, ere I fleep, at peace may be. g Teach me to live, that I may dread The grave as little as my bed ; Teach me to die, that fo I may Rife glorious at the awlui day. 4 O let my foul on thee repofe ! And ra ly fweet fleep ray eye-lids clofc ; Sleep that fiiall me more vigorous make. To fcrve my God when I aw ake. 5 If in the night I fleeplcfs lie, My foul with heav'nly thoughts fupply ; Let no vain dream diflurb my rell, No power of darknefs me moleft. CHORUS. Pralfe God from whoin a'l Meflings flow, Praife him all creatures here below ; Praife him above, ye heav'nly holl : Praife l^'ather, Son, and Holy Ghoft. [ 232 ] "WRESTLING JACOB. 1 /^^ OME, O thou Traveller unknown, V-^ Whom ftill I hold but cannot fee, My company before is gone, And I am ktt alone with thee, With thee all night I mean to ft.iy. And vvreille till the break of day. 2 1 need not tell thee who I am, My mifery or fin declare ; Thy felf haft cali'd me by my name : Look on thy haads and read it there ! But who, I afk ihee, who art thou ! Tell me thy name and tell me now. 3 In vain thou ftrugq^left to get free ; I never will uidofe my hold : Art thou the man that dy'd for me The fecret of thy love unfold : Wreitling, I will net let the go. Till I thy name thy nature know. 4 Wilt thou not yet to me reveal, Thy newunurterable name ? O tell me, I bcfeech thee, tell ; To know it now refolv'd I am : Wreftling 1 will not let thee go, 'Tilll thy name thy nature know. 5 'Tis all in vain to hold thy tongue, Or touch the hollow of my th'jgh ; [ 233 ] Tho' every fmnev/ were unftrung, Oat of my arms thou flialt not fly ; Wreltling;, I will not lec ihee go, Till I thy iniime, thy nature know. 6 What tho' my Ihrlnking flefli complain, And murmur to contend fo long; 1 rife fuperior to my pain, When 1 am weak, then I am ftrong ; And when ir.y alT of fcren^tJi doth fail, 1 fiiali with thee God-man prevail. 7 My ftrength is gone, my nature dies, I link beneath thy weighty hand. Faint to revive, and fall to rife, I fall, and yet by faith I ftand : I ftand, and will not let thee go, Till I thy name, thy nature know. IVreJlling Jacob.— Part II, I'VT'IELD to me now, for I am weak; X But confident in fclf defpair ! Speak to my heart, in bleffings fpeak. Be conquer'd by my inftant prayer ; Speak, or thou never hence fnall move, And tell ait if thy name is love. a 'Tis love, 'tis love! thou diedfl: for me; I hear thee wifper in my heart ; The morning breaks, the Ihadows flee; Pure univcrfal love thou art : ^ G [ 234 ] To me, to all, thy bowels move, Thy nature and thy name is love. My prayer hath power with God, the grace Unfpcakable I now receive; Thro' faith I fee thee face lo face, I fee thee face to face, and live I In vain I have not wepc and ftrovc, Thy nature and thy name is love. I know thee, Saviour, who thou art, Jefus, the feeble finner's friend; Nor wilt thou with the night depart, But ilay, and love me to the end, Thy mercies never fliall remove. Thy nature and thy name is love. 5 The Sun of Righteoufnefs on me Hath rofe, wirh healing in his wings; Wither'd my nature's ftrtngth, from thcc My foul its life and fuccour brings ; My help is all laid up above, Thy nature and thy name is love. 6 Contented now, upon my thigh, I halt 'till life's ihort journey end; All helpltiTnefs, all weaknefs, On thee alone for ftrength depend; Nor have I power from thee to move ; Thy nature and thy name is love. [ 235 ] 7 Lame as I am, I take the prey, Hall, earth and fin, with eafe o'ercome ; I leap for joy, purfue my way, And as a bounding hart fly home, Through all eternity to prove, Thy nature and thy name is love. SPIRITUAL PRAYER. 1 'T^HOU great myfterious God of love, Jl I i'eel thy drawing from above, And own thy matchlefs power; Help me on earth to do thy will. And all thy pleafures to fulfil. On me thy bleflings Ihow'r. a If now by grace myfelf I fee Moft miferable without thee. On thee my God I call ; Let heavenly fire confume my drofs, That I all things may count but lofs For thee, my God, my all. 3 O ! keep me from the fnare of vice, Impart to me true heavenly j oys, Defcending from above ; To me thy dying love reveal. And no good thing from me conccali 'Till all I am is love. [ 236 ] REDEMPTION. COME friends and relations let's join heart and hand, The voice of the turtle is heard in our land ; Let's all walk together, and foilovv the found, We'll march to the place where redemption is found. % The place it Is hidden hy reafon of fin. You can't fee the forrowful flate you are in ; You're blinded, polluted, in prifon and pain — O how can fuch rebels redemption obtain ? 3 The place Is obfcur'd and darkly conceal'd, Nor can mortals know it until 'tis reveaPd ; The place is in Jcfus, to him we will go. And there find redemption from forrow and woe. 4 And If you are wounded and bruis'd by the fall. Rife up and prefs forward, for you he doth call; Or If you are tempted to doubt or defpair. Then come home to jefus, redemption is there. [ 237 ] 5 And you my dear brethren that love the dear Lord, Who've witneffed free pardon by faith in his word, Let p3:tience attend you wherever you go, Your Saviour hath purchasd falvation you know. 6 We read of commotions and figns In the {kies, i he fun and the moon Ihali be cloth'd in dif- guife, And when you {hall fee all thefe tokens appear, Then hold up your heads redemption draws near. O then the arch-angel the trumpet Ihall found. And awake all the faints that lleep under the ground, The found of the trumpet fnall hid you arife To meet your redemption with love and fur- prife. 8 And then loving jefu» our fouls will receive. From bonds of corruption our bodies relieve ; Then we fhall be all uncorrupted and free, And fing of redemption wherever we be. 9 Redeemed from fm and redeemed from death, Redeem'd from corruption — redsem'd horn. the earth, [ 138 ] Redeem'd from damnation redeem'd from all woe, We'll fing of redemption wherever we go. 10 Redeemed from pain and redeem'd from dif- trels, The fruits of redemption no tongue can ex- prefs ; Bedemption was purchas'd by Jefus's love, We'll fmg of redemption in heav'n above. WELCOME, WELCOME. 1 /^OME, ye fmners,poor and needy, V_>< Weak and wounded fick and fore ; Jefus ready itands to fave you, Full CI pity, love, and pow"r ; CHORUS. Turn to the Lord and feek falvation, Sound the praife of Jefn's name ; G^ory honour and falvation, Chrift the Lord is come to reign. Now, ve needy, come and welcome, God's free b^.-§:-4c- 45^- c Ct 9^ # 5# €# -t INDEX. A page* Amaz'ntg grace, hoiv siveet the sound ^ " A believer free from care 5 ^ Ahy IV hat can I do o^ A solemn march ive make IIO Approach my jw//, the mercy seat I 2 7 And is this heav'fi, and am I there? 11% Arise and hail the sacred d-iy 1^^ B JBy faith in Christ I ivalk ivith God 3 £y ivhom ivas Datiid taught 7 £y the poor ividoiv*s oil and meal 15 Before Elish a" s gate lO Beside the gospel pool 4.J Behold that great and aiiful day 95 Behold the aivful trumpet sounds 9? Brethren far eiv el lOZ Burst ye em" raid gates and bring 123 Bep-one unbelief l8l Brother soldier still fght on 1 74 Brethren let us praise our Lord 205 c Come my soul thy suit prepare 1 4 Gome ye that fear the Lord ^4 Come let us lift our •voices high Io6 Cu'st be the man, for ever curst Io8 Coihe all ye iveary travellers I46 Come and taste along ivith me 155 Codie angels seizt youf- harps of gold 15S Pags. • €ome all ye mourning pilgrims noiv 1 6a -Christ is set on Zions hill lyz Ceme on my felloiv pilgrims come 1 7 7 Come ye that love the Lord indeed - I pZ Com:: souls that long for Jesus 1 96 Come ye happy race 204 -Corns thou traveller unincivtt 2^2 Come friends and relations 236 Come ye sinners, poor and needy 513 ^ Come all ye poor sinners 204 D Dearest Jesus though unsetn I 7 1 Dear Jesus, here comes JJO £ Encouraged by tby tvord 3© F Fervent persevering prayer 4 9 Far above yon glorious ceiling 166 Farsivel my br ether n in the Lord 2 4 3 G Gracious Lord our children sst 38 Glory to God on high 9* Glory to thee, my God this niglit %i \ JJciv blest the righteous are 8 How tedious and tasteless the hours %Q IIozv siveet the name of Jesus soun^ 2^ JI01V lost ivas my tonditicn 2$ Hark my soul it is the Lord A 7 Hark, boiv timers -wide sounding Isll J In the house of king David 164 Innumerable foes lOI I am Alpha says the Saviour 214 Jesus Christ the Lord^s annointed 29 john in a vision saiv the day " 75 'Jesus the Lord our souls adort 88 Jesus at thy command 90 Jerusalem my happy home ' 9 ^ JesuSy and shall it ever bi I93 L Legion tvas my name^ by natvrt 36 Let me divell on Golgotha 67 Lord -when together here ive meet I03 Listed in the cause of sin II 4 Lo he comethy countless trumpets 11$ Let us love, and sing, and "wonder 139 Lord ivhat is man, extremes hoiu ixiidt 1 45 Lo ive see the sign appearing I 70 Lift up your beads, ye friends of Jesus I99 Lo tue God by •whom salvation SI 6 M Mercy, thou Son of David 38 M'y barns are full^ my stores incrtOit 42 ^y soul is beset S6 IITDEX. ^y brethren from my heart belov'd 93 JMy thoughts on aivful subjects roll 1 1 8 ikfj' God ivas iv'ith me all the night 1 7 8 JVLy God from luhom my juys arise 1 44 ^y friends and my neighbours 184 Mourn ^ mourn ye saints as if you See 221 N l^ay, I cannot let thee go a iVo ivords can declare 78 JVbo; begins the hea'u'nly theme lOQ Noxv the Saviour stands a pleading 1 1 6 J^ozv in a song of grateful praise I 7 c ^ever let the good despair 11 X o Once perishing in blood I lay 2 6 One wwful luord ivhich fesui spake 30 Once a ivoman silent stood 40 may the poiver ivhich melts the rocks 7 1 Oft as the bell ivith solemn toll njL that J had a bosom friend o 7 blessed state cf the dejd I04 dont you hear the alarm 1 U God my heart ivith lo've inJJamt 1^3 Our Lord is risen indeed l58 may I ixorthy pr-^ve to see 1 g I hoiv sore a thing and grievous 1 86 Our souls b\' love together knit 180 thou in ivhose presence my soul 12 A. ivhen shall I see fesus hoiv I have longd P Poor sinners^ little do they think 27 Phys ician of my sin-sick s ovl 3 j Precious Bible, ivhat a treaiuie 70 Prepare a thankful song 1^3 2 I i 227 INDEX. 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Rejoice believers in the Lord I4I s S'weet ivas the time •when Jirst I felt 1 9 Sin has undone our ivretchcd rac€ 5 7 Siuceter iounds than /niisic knorvs 6 1 Sa-viour "visit thy plantation 65 See the gloomy gathering cloud 7 ^ Stop poor sinner^ stop and think 79 Sinner are you still secure 8 1 Sinner hear the Saviour f tall 84 Saviour I do feel thy merit J06 Sometimes a light surprises 134 Savdby blood I live to tell 1 35 Salvation, ivhat a glorious plan I4Z Sin enslaved me many years I45 Sing to the great fthovalj's praise 214 Sing my soul his ivond' rous loie 22Z T 7he lion that on Sampson roared q The church a garden is 43 Tis a point I long to knoiv 48 Time by moments steals anvay 5 4 The message by the preacher sent JQ The Lord our salvation and light 6z The fountain of Christ 8 8 The time draivs nigh 1 1 The trumpet uf God 11$ ^Tis my happiness beloiv 'i%'6 The voice of free grace 1^3 Ten thousand talents once I civ'' d I38 The reason rue love friendship 149 The sacred ties of friendship jjO Thy daily mercies my God I C4 Tell us 'women ive ivould knoiv 157 The night draivs ouy I must aivay I J9 INDEX, Page. T/jat glorious day is dratvtng nteth 159 ^hd' sinners ivould wex me 1 8 7 The tree of life my soul hath seen l6l *The rising '^outh espouse the cause 2CO The great tremendous days approaching aoS Thou great myferious God of lyve 2^$ V United in affe^ion dear 444 V^ital spark of heavenly fame 1 23 IVhen Joseph his brethren beheld 5 IVhen Hannah pressed Tvith grief lO IVhen first my soul enlisted IZ JVhat a mournful Vfe is mine 21 What think yoti ff Christ, is the test 33 Where descending from the sky . 35 Write to Sardisy saith the Lord ^J When Paul ivas parted from his friends 60 When on the cross my Lord I sec 66 When a black overspreading cloud 76 When T can read my title clear I05 Wake up my muse 1 1 3 When my Saviour my Shepherd is near 1 29 When the ivounded spirit bears 136 Winter has a joy for me I40 We've found the rock the travellers ery'd 165 What bath the ivorld to equal this 169 When Peter boasted soon he fell 411 While shepherds tvitcl/d their feci* %10 Whither should /, Jesus , go F 446 Y Ye that pass by behold the man 86 Ye souls that trust in Christ rejoiet 216 Yield to me noiv SJl z Zaofbeui climb^ d the tree 44* w