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 ivere  ivritten  in<~  ■  1 ' — the  Psalms  concerning 
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THE     PSALMS. 
 
 P  s  a  l  m    I.     Common  Metre. 
 
 The  Way  and  End'tf 'the  'Righteous  and  the  Wicked* 
 
 i   "O  LEST  is  the  man  who  fillips  the  place 
 JO   Where  finners  lo.e  to  meet  ; 
 Who  fears  to  tread  trieir  wicked  ways, 
 And  hates  the  fcofifer's  feat : 
 
 2  Who  in  the  ftatutes  of  the  Lord 
 Kas  plac'd  his  chief  delight  \ 
 By  day  he  reads  or  hears  the  word* 
 And  meditates  by  night. 
 
 [3  Ke>  iike-a  plant,  of  gen' reus  kind, 
 By  living  waters  fet, 
 Safe  from  the  ftorms  and  blafting  wind, 
 Enjoys  a  peaceful  ftate.] 
 
 4  Green  as  the  iea£r  and  ever  fair 
 
 Shall  his  profeiiion  mine  ;: 
 
 While  fruits  of  holiuefs  appear 
 
 Like  chillers  on  the  vine. 
 
 5  Not  fo  the  impious  and  unjuft ; 
 
 What  vain  defigns  they  form  ! 
 -  Their  hopes  are  blown  away,  like  duftj 
 Or  chaff  before  the  Harm. 
 
 £  Sinners  in  judgment  fhall  not  ftand 
 Among  the  fons  of  grace, 
 '  When  Cnriit,  the  judge,  at  his  right  hand 
 Appoints  his  faints  a  place. 
 
4  PSALM   I. 
 
 7  His  eye  beholds  the  path  they  tread  ; 
 His  heart  approvs  it  well ; 
 But  crooked  ways  of  Tinners  lead- 
 Down  to  the  gates  of  hell. 
 
 Psalm    I.      Short  Metre. 
 
 The  Sain:  happy;  the  Sinner  mifcrable. 
 
 i  rTT,HE  man  is  ever  bleft 
 
 JL       Who  fhuns  the  fmners'  ways, 
 Among  their  councils  never  flands* 
 Nor  takes  the  fcorner'6  place: 
 
 2.  Who  makes  the  law  of  God 
 His  ftudy  and  delight, 
 Amidft  the  labours  of  the  day> 
 And  watches  of  the  night. 
 
 3  He,  like  a  tree,  mail  thrive, 
 
 With  waters  near  the  root : 
 Trefn  as  the  leaf  his  name  ihall  live ; 
 His  works  are  heav'nly  fruit. 
 
 4  But  the  ungodly  race 
 
 Can  no  fuch  bleflings  find  : 
 Their  hopes  will  fly  like  empty  chaff 
 Before  the  driving  wind. 
 
 ^  How  will  they  bear  to  Hand 
 Before  that  judgment-feat, 
 Where  all  the  feints  at  Chrilt's  right  hand 
 In  full  allembly  meet  I 
 
 6  He  knows  and  he  approves 
 The  way  the  righteous  go  ; 
 But  iinners  and  their  works  will  meet 
 A  dreadful  overthrow. 
 
 Psalm    I.      Long  Metre. 
 
 The  Difference  between  the  Righteous  and  the  IVicked. 
 
 i   TTAPPY  the  man,  whofe  cautious  feet 
 JTX     Shun  the  broad  way  which  finners  go  ; 
 Who  hates  the  place  where  atheifts  meet, 
 Ajjd  fears  to  talk  as  fcoflers  do. 
 
PSALM   II. 
 
 %  He  loves  to  pafs  his  morning  light 
 Among  the  itatutes  of  the  Lord  \ 
 And  fpends  the  wakeful  hours  of  night, 
 With  pleafure,  pond'ring  o'er  the  word. 
 
 3  He,  like  a  plant  by  gentle  ftreams, 
 
 Shall  fiouriih.  in  immortal  green  ; 
 And  Heav'n  will  fhine  with  kindeft  beams 
 On  ev'ry  work  his  hands  begin. 
 
 4  But  linners  find  their  counfels  croft  ; 
 
 As  chaff  before  the  tempeft  flies, 
 So  fhall  their  hopes  be  blown  and  loft, 
 When  the  laft  trumpet  lhakes  the  ikies. 
 
 5  In  vain  the  rebels  feek  to  Hand 
 
 In  judgment,  with  the  pious  race  ; 
 The  dreadful  Judge,  with  ftern  commandj 
 Divides  them  to  a  diff'rent  place. 
 
 6  "  Strait  is  the  way  my  faints  have  trod  ; 
 
 "  I  blefs'd  the  path  and  drew  it  plain  ; 
 
 "  But  you  would  choofe  the  crooked  road» 
 
 "  And  down  it  leads  to  endlefs  pain." 
 
 Psalm    II.      Short  Metre. 
 
 Tranjlated  according  to  the  divine  pattern* 
 
 Adts  iv.  24.   Sec. 
 
 Chriji's  Dyings  Rijing,  Interceding  and  Reigning. 
 
 [1   "ft  /T  A  K  E  R  and  fov 'reign  Lord 
 
 1VJL     Of  heav'n,  and  earth  and  feasj 
 Thy  providence  confirms  thy  word} 
 And  anfwers  thy  decrees. 
 
 a  The  things  fo  long  foretold 
 By  David,  are  fulfill'd, 
 When  Jews  and  Gentiles  join  to  flay 
 Jefus,  thine  holy  child.] 
 
 3  Why  did  the  Gentiles  rage, 
 Arjd  Jews?  with  one  accord? 
 A    % 
 
€  PSALM   IL 
 
 Bend  all  their  counfels  to  deftroy 
 Th'  anointed  of  the  Lord  ? 
 
 4  Rulers  and  kings  agree 
 
 To  form  a  vain  delign  ; 
 Againft  the  Lord  their  pow'rs  unite> 
 Againft  his  Chrift  they  join. 
 
 5  The  Lord  derides  their  rage, 
 
 And  will  fupport  his  throne  ; 
 The  Lord,  Who  rais'd  him  from  the  dead* 
 Hath  ov/n'd  him  for  his  Son.. 
 
 P   A    U    S    E» 
 
 €  Now  he's  afcended  high, 
 
 And  alks  to  rule  the  earth  ; 
 The  merit  of  his  blood  he  pleads,. 
 And  pleads  his  heav'nly  birth. 
 
 ?  He  afks,  and  Gcd  bSQows 
 A  large  inheritance  ; 
 Far  as  the  world's  remotefl  end's 
 His  kingdom  fhall  advance. 
 
 JT  The  Nations  that  rebel 
 Muft  feel  his  iron  rod  ; 
 He'll  vindicate  thole  honours  well 
 Which  he  receiv'd  from  God. 
 
 [9  Be  wffe,  venders,  now, 
 
 And  worflilp  at  his  throne  ; 
 With  trembling  j«  y,  ye  people,  bov. 
 To  God'?  e-  alted  Son. 
 
 >o  \ i  once  V<  'v; niii  avife, 
 Ye  perifn  q<i  the  place  ; 
 •i  blefle  '  is  the  foul  that  fi 
 For  rcfufc  grace  J 
 
PSALM   II. 
 
 Psalm    II.      Common  Metre* 
 
 i  TITHY  did  the  nations  join  to  flay 
 V  V       The  Lord's  anointed  Son  ? 
 Why  did  they  caft  his  laws  away, 
 And  tread  his  gofpel  down  ? 
 
 2  The  Lord,  who  fits  above  the  fides, 
 
 Derides  their  rage  below, 
 He  fpeaks  with  vengeance  in  his  eyes> 
 And  ftrikes  their  fpirits  through. 
 
 3  "  I  call  him  my  eternal  Son, 
 
 "  And  raife  him  from  the  dead  ; 
 "  I  make  my  hoLy  hill  his  throne, 
 "  And  wide  his  kingdoms  ipread. 
 
 4  "  Afk  me,  my  Son,  and  then  enjoy 
 
 "  The  utmoft  Heathen  lands  : 
 "  Thy  rod  of  iron  flmll  dcitroy 
 "  The  rebei  that  wir.hftands.;* 
 
 5  Be  wife,  ye  ml ers  of  the  earth,. 
 
 Obey  th'  anointed  Lord, 
 Adore  the  king  of  heav'nly  birth? 
 And  tremble  at  his  word. 
 
 %  "With  ham oie  love  addrefs  his  throne  : 
 ,    For,  if  he  frown,  ye  die  : 
 Thofe  are  fecure,  and  thofe  alone?. 
 Who  on  his  grace  rely. 
 
 V  s  a  l  m    II.      Long  Metre. 
 
 Cork's  Dtatb,  Rr>f~arre5?.i:?i  and  _/*fcevJh?r. 
 
 1   !\^7"  ^  X  ^'Kl  ^  Jev-'3'  proclaim  their  rage  ? 
 
 \  V     The  Romans,  why  their  fwords  employ  ?' 
 '  Againit  the  Lord  their  posv'rs  engage. 
 His  dear  anointed  to  deltrov- 
 
8  PSALM   II. 
 
 •2,  "  Come,  let  us  break  bis  hands,  they  fay, 
 ««  This  man  lball  never  give  us  laws," 
 .  And  thus  they  caft  his  yoke  away, 
 And  nail'd  the  Monarch  to  the  crofs. 
 
 3  But  God,  who  high  in  glory  reigns, 
 Laughs  at  their  pride,  their  rage  controuls  ; 
 He'll  vex  their  hearts  with  inward  pains, 
 And  l'peak  in  thunder  to  their  fouls. 
 
 4  "  I  will  maintain  the  King  I  made 
 "  On  Zion's  everlaliing  hill ; 
 
 "  My  hands  ir.all  bring  him  from  the  dead, 
 **  And  he  mail  ftand  your  Sov'reign  ftill." 
 
 [5  His  wond'rous  rifing  from  the  earth 
 Makes  his  eternal  Godhead  known  ; 
 The  Lord  declares  his  heav'nly  birth, 
 *«  This  day  have  I  begot  my  Son. 
 
 6  "  Afcend,  my  Son,  to  my  right  hand, 
 "  There  thou  malt  afk,  and  I  beftow 
 
 "  The  utmoft  bounds  of  Heathen  lands, 
 ««  To  thee  the  northern  illes  (hall  bow."] 
 
 7  But  nations  that  refifl  his  grace 
 Shall  fall  beneath  his  iron  ltrokc; 
 His  rod  thai  I  cruih  his  foes  with  eafe, 
 As  potters'  earthen  work  is  broke. 
 
 Pause. 
 
 8  Now  ye  who  fit  on  earthly  thrones, 
 
 Be  wife,  and  ferve  the  Lord  the  Lamb  j 
 Now  at  his  feet  fubmit  your  crowns, 
 Rejoice  and  tremble  at  his  name. 
 
 9  With  humble  love  addrefs  the  Son? 
 Left  he  grow  angry,  and  yc  die  ; 
 
 His  wrath  mail  burn  to  worlds  unknown; 
 If  ye  provoke  bis  jtaloufy. 
 
PSALM   III.  | 
 
 jo  His  ftorms  fhall  drive  you  quick  to  hell ! 
 He  is  a  God,  and  ye  but  dull ; 
 Happy  the  fouls  that  know  him  well» 
 And  make  his  grace  their  only  truft. 
 
 Psalm   III.      Common  Metre. 
 
 Doubts  and  Fears  fuppreffed ;    or,  Goo  our  Defence 
 from  Sin  and  Satan: 
 
 "Y  God,  how  many  are  my  fears  V 
 .  How  fall  my  foes  increafe  ! 
 Confpiring  my  eternal  death, 
 They  break  my  prefent  peace. 
 
 2,  The  lying  tempter  would  perfuade 
 There's  no  relief  in  heav'n  : 
 And  all  my  fwelling  fins  appear 
 Too  big  to  be  forgiv'n. 
 
 3  But  thou,  my  glory  and  my  ftrength,- 
 Shalt  on  the  tempter  tread, 
 Shalt  filence  all  my  threat'ning  guilt> 
 And  raife  my  drooping  head. 
 
 [4  I  cry'd,  and  from  his  holy  hill 
 He  bow'd  a  lift'ning  ear  j 
 I  call'd  my  Father  and  my  God, 
 And  he  fubdu'd  my  fear. 
 
 5  He  fhed  foft  {lumbers  on  mine  eyes, 
 
 In  fpite  of  all  my  foes  ; 
 I  'woke,  and  wonder 'd  at  the  grace 
 Which  guarded  my  repofe.] 
 
 6  What  tho'  the  hofts  of  death  and  hell 
 
 All  arm'd  againft  me  flood  ! 
 Terrors  no  more  fhall  fhake  my  foul  j 
 My  refuge  is  my  God. 
 
 7  Arife,  O  Lord,  fulfil  thy  grace* 
 
 While  I  thy  glory  ling  ; 
 
io  PSALM   III,     IV. 
 
 My  God  has  broke  the  ferpent's  teeth> 
 And  death  has  loft  his  fting. 
 
 %  Salvatioft  to  the  Lord  belongs; 
 His  arm  alone  ran  lave  : 
 Blefiings  attend  thy  people  here. 
 And  reach  beyond  the  grave. 
 
 P.s  a  l  m    III.      Long  Metre* 
 
 H  A  Morning  P/a/m. 
 
 i   /~\  LORD,  how  many  are  my  foes 
 V^J  In  this  wfak  ftate  oi  nelh  and  blood  ! 
 My  peace  they  daily  difcompole, 
 But  my  defence  and  hope,  is  God. 
 
 2  Tir'd  with  the  burdens  of  the  day» 
 To  thee  I  rais'd  an  ev'ning  cry  : 
 Thou  heard'tc  when  I  began  to  pray, 
 And  thine  almighty  help  was  nigh. 
 
 3  Supported  by  thine  heav'nly  aid* 
 I  laid  me  down-  and  flept  fecure  : 
 
 Not  death  fhould  make  my  heart  alraki, 
 Tho'  1  lhoukl  wake  and  rife  no  more. 
 
 4  But  God  fuftain'd  me  all  the  night  ; 
 Salvation  doth  to  God  belong  : 
 
 He  rais'd  my  nead>  to  fee  the  light, 
 And  make  his  praife  my  morning  long. 
 
 Psalm    IV.      Long  Metre. 
 
 Hearing  cf  Prayer — cr,  Ccd  our  Portion,  and  Cbr'iji 
 our  hope. 
 
 i    f~\  COD  of  grace  and  right'oufnefs, 
 V^/  Hear  ana"  attend  when  I  complain  : 
 Thou  halt  enlarg'd  me  in  diftrefsj 
 Bpvv  down  a  gracious  ear  again. 
 
P  S  J  L  M   IV.  .11 
 
 2  Ye  fons  of  men,  in  vain  ye  try 
 To  turn  my  glory  into  ihame  : 
 How  long  will  fcoffers  love  to  lie* 
 And  dare  reproach  my  Saviour's  name  ? 
 
 3  Know  that  the  Lord  divides  his  faints 
 From  all  the  tribes  of  men  befide  ; 
 He  hears  the  cry  of  penitents 
 
 For  the  dear  fake  of  Chrift  who  dy'd. 
 
 4  When  our  obed'ent  hands  have  done  *. 
 A  thoufand  works  of  righteoufnefs, 
 
 We  put  our  truft  in  God  alone, 
 And  glory  in  his  pard'ning  grace. 
 
 5  Let  the  unthinking  many  fay, 
 Who  ivill  bejioiv  fame  earthly  goad  ? 
 But,  Lord,  thy  light  and  love  we  pray  ; 
 Our  fouls  defire  this  heav'nly  food. 
 
 i  Then  ihall  my  cheerful  powers  rejoice* 
 At  grace  and  favour  fo  divine  ; 
 Nor  will  I  change  my  happy  choice 
 For  all  their  corn  and  all  their  wine. 
 
 Psalm    IV.     Common  Metre. 
 
 An  Evening  Pfalm. 
 
 t   T    ORD,  thou  wilt  hear  me,  when  I  pray  ■; 
 JL  a     I  am  forever  thine  ; 
 1  fear  before  thee  all  the  day, 
 Nor  would  I  dare  to  fin. 
 
 2  And  while  I  reft  my  weary  head, 
 
 From  cares  and  bus'nefs  free, 
 
 'Tis  fweet  convening  on  my  bed 
 
 With  my  own  heart  and  thee. 
 
 3  I  pay  this  ev'ning  facriflce ; 
 
 And  when  my  work'  is  done, 
 '    Great  God,  my  faith  and  hope  relies 
 Upon  thy  grace  alone. 
 
12  PSALM   V. 
 
 4  Thus,  with  my  thoughts  composed  to  peace, 
 I'll  give  mine  eyes  to  fleep  ; 
 Thy  hand  in  fafety  keeps  my  days* 
 And  "will  my  (lumbers  keep. 
 
 Psalm    V.      Common  Metre. 
 
 For  the  Lord' 's-Day  Morning. 
 
 I   V    ORD,  in  the  morning  thou  (halt  hear 
 X-J     My  voice  afcending  high  : 
 To  thee  will  I  direct  my  pray'r, 
 To  thee  lift  up  mine  eye  : 
 
 a  Up  to  the  hills,  were  Chii£  is  gone 
 To  plead  for  all  his  faints, 
 Prefenting  at  his  Father's  throne 
 Our  fongs  and  our  complaints. 
 
 •3  Thou  art  a  God  before  whofe  fight 
 The  wicked  ihall  not  ftand  ; 
 Sinners  (hall  ne'er  be  thy  delight, 
 Nor  dwell  at  thy  right  hand. 
 
 4  But  to  thy  houfe  w  ijl  I  refort, 
 
 To  tafte  thy  mercies  there  ; 
 I  will  frequent  thine  holy  court, 
 And  worihip  in  thy  tear. 
 
 5  O  may  thy  fpirit  guide  my  feet 
 
 In  ways  of  righteoufnefs  ! 
 
 Make  ev'ry  path  of  duty  ftrait» 
 
 And  plain  before  my  face. 
 
 Pause. 
 
 6  My  watchful  enemies  combine 
 
 To  tempt  my  feet  to  ftray  ; 
 They  flatter  with  a  bale  dciign, 
 To  make  my  foul  their  prey. 
 
 7  Lord,  cvulh  the  ferpent  into  duft. 
 
 And  all  his  plots  deftroy  ; 
 
PS  A'L  M   VT.  i 
 
 'While  thofe  who  in  thy  mercy  trail, 
 Forever  fhout  for  joy. 
 
 :$  The  men  who  love  and  fear  thy  names 
 Shall  fee  their  hopes  fulnll'd  ; 
 The  mighty  *God  will  .com pais  them 
 "With  favour,  as  a  lhield. 
 
 P  s  a  l  m  VI.     Common  Metre. 
 
 Complaint  In'Slvknefz — or,   Difeafes  healed* 
 
 -5   TN  anger,  Lord,  rebuke  me  not; 
 JL  Withdraw  the  dreadful'  ftorm^ 
 Nor  let  thy  fury  grow  fo  hot 
 Agairift  a  feeble -worm. 
 
 ^3.  My  foul  bows  down  with  heavy  cares* 
 My  flefti  with. pain  opprefs'd; 
 My  couch  is  witnefs  to  my  tears, 
 My  tears  forbid  my  reft. 
 
 3  Sorrow  and  pain  wear  out  my  days  ; 
 I  wafte  the  night  with  cries, 
 Counting  the  minutes  as  they  pafs, 
 Till  the  llow.morning  rife. 
 
 «4  Shall  I  be  ftill  tormented  more  ? 
 
 Mine  eye  confum'd  with  grief  ? "  ' 
 How  long,  my  God,  how  long,  before 
 Thy  hand  afford  relief'? 
 
 3  He  hears  when  duff,  and  aftves  fpeak ; 
 He  pities  all  our  groans  ; 
 He  faves  us  for  his  mercy's  fate, 
 And  heals  our  broken  bones. 
 
 -6  The  virtue  of  his  fov'reign  word 
 Reft  ores  our  fainting  breath  ;  • 
 •  But  lilent  graves  praife  not  the  Lord, 
 Nor  is  he  known,  in  death. 
 
 Psalm  VI.     Long  Metre. 
 
 Temptations  In  Sicknefs  overcome. 
 '4    T    ORD,  I  can  fufTer  thy  rebukes 
 
 L-j  When  thou  with  kindnefs  deft  chaftifc? 
 B 
 
14  P-^SALM   VII. 
 
 But  thy  fierce  wrath  I  cannot  bear; 
 O  let  it  not  againft  me  rife  ! 
 
 2  Pity  my  languifhing  eftate, 
 
 And  cafe  the  forrows  which  I  feel  : 
 
 The  wounds  thine  heavy  hand  hath  made, 
 
 O  let  thy  gentler  touches  heal  ! 
 
 3  See  how  I  pafs  my  weary  days 
 
 In  fighs  and  groans;  and  when  'tis  night, 
 My  bed  is  water'd  with  my  tears, 
 My  grief  confumes  and  dims  my  fight. 
 
 4  Look,  how  thepow'rs  of  nature  mourn  ! 
 How  long,  Almighty  God,  how  long  ? 
 WhenJh-all  thine  hour  of  grace  return  ? 
 When  {hall.- 1- make  thy  grace  my  fong  ? 
 
 5  I  feel  my  flefh  fo  near  the  grave, 
 My  thoughts  are  tempted  to  defparr  ; 
 But  graves  can  never  praife  the  Lord, 
 For  all  is  duft  and  filence  there- 
 
 6  Depart,  ye  tempters,  from  my  foul ; 
 ,  And  all  despairing  thoughts  depart ; 
 
 My  God,   who  hears  my  humble  moan, 
 Will  eafe  my  pain,  and  cheer  my  heart. 
 
 P  s  a  l  Tvi  VII.     Common  Metre. 
 
 God's  Cure  of- his   People^   and  Punijhment  *f  /Vr« 
 
 fecutors. 
 i   TV  yTY  truft  is  in  my  heav'nly  Friend, 
 1VJL      My  hope  in  thee,  my  God  ; 
 Rife,  and  my  helplefs  life  defend 
 From  thole  who  feek  my  blood. 
 
 a  With  infolence  and  fury  they 
 My  foul  in  pieces  tear. 
 As  hungry  lions  rend  the  prey 
 When  no  deliv'rer's  near. 
 
 ■£  If  1  have  e'er  provok'd  them  firft, 
 Or  once  abus'd  mv  foe, 
 
PSALM   VIII.  j$ 
 
 Then  let  him  tread  my  life  to  dufl^         I  . 
 And  lay  mine  honour  low. 
 
 4  If  there  be  malice- hid  in  me, 
 I  know  thy  piercing  eyes  ; 
 I  ihould  not  dare  appeal  to  thee, 
 Nor-aflc  my  God  to  rife. 
 
 5-Arife,  my  God,  lift  up  thy  hand  ; 
 Their  pride  and  pow'r  controul .; 
 Awake  to  judgment,  and  command? 
 Deliv'rance  for  my  foul, 
 
 P  A    U   S    E. 
 
 4  Let  finners  and  their  wicked  rage 
 Be  humbled  to  the  duft  : 
 Shall  noVthe  God  of  truth  engage 
 To  vindicate  the  juft  ? 
 
 7  He  knows  the  heart,  he  tries  the  reinsj. 
 He  will  -defend  th'  upright  : 
 His  ihchpeft  arrows  he  ordains 
 Againfl  the  fons  of  fpite. 
 
 %  For  me  their  malice  digg'd  a  pit, 
 But  there  themfelves  are  caft  ; 
 My  God  makes  all  their  mifchief  light 
 On  their  own  heads  at  laft. 
 
 §  That  cruel  pevfecuting  race 
 
 Mull  feel  his  dreadful  fword  : 
 Awake',  my  foul,  and  praife  the  grace 
 And  juftice  of  the  Lord. 
 
 Psalm    VIII.     Short  Metre. 
 
 God's  Sorter  el gnty  and  Gobdnefs  ;  and  Man's  Demi/i* 
 
 ion  over  the  Creatures. 
 l   i^VLORD,  our  heav'nly  King, 
 ♦  V>J     Thy  name  is  all  divine  ; 
 Thy  glories  round  the  earth  are  fpread> 
 And  o'er  the  heaY'ns  they  fhine. 
 
rf  PSALM    VIIT, 
 
 .:.  Vy'hea  to  thy  works  on  high 
 I  raife  my  wond'ring  eyes, 
 And  fee  the  moon,  complete  in  light, 
 Adorn  the  darkfome  ikies  ; 
 
 5  When  I  furvey  the  ftars, 
 
 And  all  their  mining  formst 
 Lord,  what  is  man,  that  worthless  tiling, 
 Akin  to  dull  and  worms  ! 
 
 4  Lord,  what  is  worthlefs  man,. 
 
 That  thou  fhould'ft  love  him  fo  ! 
 Next  to  thine  angels  is  he  plac'd. 
 And  Lord  of  all  below. 
 
 5  Thine  honours  crown  his  head, 
 
 While  beafts,  like  Haves,,  obey, 
 And  birds  that  cut  the  air  with  wings, 
 And  filh  which  cleave  the  fea. 
 
 6  How  rich  thy  bounties  are  ! 
 
 And  wond'rous  are  thy  ways  ! 
 Of  duft  and  worms  thy  pow'r  can  frarrtf 
 A  monument  of  praiie. 
 
 £7  Out  of  the  mouths  of  babes 
 
 And  fucklings,  thou  canft  draw 
 Surprising  honours  to  thy  name, 
 And  flrike  the  world  with  awe» 
 
 8  O  Lord,  our  heav'nly  King, 
 Thy  name  is  all  divine  ; 
 Thy  giories  round  the  earth  are  fpread,. 
 And  o'er  the  heav'ns  they  mine.] 
 
 Psalm    VIII.     Common  Metre. 
 
 Gbriji's    Condvfccnjion   and  Gforjfioatfan ;     or,    G'd 
 
 made  Man. 
 x  /^  LORD,  our  Lord,  how  Wond'rous  grccit. 
 V_/     Is  thine  exalted  name  ! 
 The  glories  of  thy  heav'nly  ftafc 
 Let  men  and  babe;  proclaim. 
 
PSALM   VIET.  57 
 
 %.  When  I  behold  thy  works  on  high, 
 .  The  moon  which  rules  the  night, 
 And  ftars  that  well  adorn  the  flcy, 
 Thole  moving  worlds  of  light  : 
 
 3^  Lord*  what  is  man,  and  ail  his  race, 
 
 Who  dwells  fo  far  below, 
 That  thou  ihould'ft  vifit  him  with  grace, 
 And  love  his  nature  fo  ! 
 
 4  That  thine  eternal  Son  fhould  bear 
 To  take  a  mortal  form, 
 Made  lower  than  his  angels  are, 
 To  fave  a  dying  worm  ! 
 
 [5  Yet  while  he  liv'd  on  earth  unknown? 
 And  men  would  not  adore, 
 Obedient  feas  and  fit~h.es  own 
 His  godhead  and  his  pow'r. 
 
 6  The  waves  lay  fpread  beneath  his  feet  j 
 And  fifh,  at  his  command, 
 Bring  their  large  fhoals  to  Petej's  net, 
 Bring  tribute  to  his  hand. 
 
 7-  Thefe  leifer  glories  of  thy  Son 
 
 Shone  through  the  rlelhly  cloud  ; 
 Now  we  behold  him  on  his  throne, 
 And  men  confefs  him  God.  J 
 
 8:  Let  him  be  crown'd  with  majefly, 
 Who  bow'd  hii  head  to  death  ! 
 And  be  his  honours  founded  high, 
 By  all  things  that  have  breath. 
 
 9,  Jefus,  our  Lord,  how  wond'rous  great 
 Is  thine  exalted  name  ! 
 .The  glories  of  thy  heav'nly  ftate 
 Lzt  the  whole  earth  proclaim. 
 
:8  PSALM   VIII. 
 
 Psalm    VIII.     Paraphrafed. 
 Firft  Part.     Long  Metre. 
 
 If  he  Hofanna  of  the   Children  ;     or,  Infants  pra'f^'g 
 God. 
 
 1  A  LMIGHTY  Ruler  of  the  (kies, 
 
 jCx.  Thro'  the  wide  earth  thy  name  is  fpread  j 
 
 And  thine  eternal  glories  rife 
 
 O'er  all  the  heav'ns  thy  hands  have  made: 
 
 2  To  thee  the  voices  of  the  young 
 A  monument  of  honour  raife  ; 
 
 And  babes*  with  uninftvueted  tongue^ 
 Declare  the  wonders  of  thy  praife. 
 
 3  Thy  power  aflifts  their  tender  age 
 To  bring  proud  rebels  to  the  ground  ; 
 To  itill  the  bold  blafphemer's  rage, 
 And  alt  their  policies  confound. 
 
 4  Children  amidft  thy  temple  throng, 
 To  fee  their  great  Redeemer's  face  ; 
 The  Son  of  David  is  their  fong, 
 And  yo\mg  hofannas  fill  the  place. 
 
 5  The  frowning  fcribes  and  angry  priefts 
 In  vain  their  impious  cavils  bring  ; 
 Revenge  fits  filent  in  their  breafts, 
 While  Jewiih  babes  proclaim  their  King. 
 
 Psalm     VIII.     Paraphrafed* 
 Second  Part.     Long  Metre. 
 
 An  A  m  and  Christ,    Lords  of  the  eld  and  the  wiv- 
 Creation. 
 
 l   1 '    ORDj  what  was  man,  when  made  at  firft,, 
 JL-i  Adam,  the  offspring  of  the  duft, 
 That  thou  fhould'ft  fet  him  and  his  race, 
 But  juft  below  an  angel's  place  ! 
 
 £  That  thou  friould'ft  raife  his  nature  fo» 
 And  make  him  Lord  .of  ail  bel«w  j 
 
PSALM   IX.  <:j 
 
 Makeev'ry  beoftand  bird  fubmiU 
 And  lay  .the  tithes  at  his  feet ! 
 
 3  But  O  !  what  higher  glories  wait 
 To  crown  the  fons  of  Adam's  (rate  ! 
 What  honours  lhall  thy  Son  adorn, 
 Who  condefcended  to  be  born  ! 
 
 4  See  him  below  his  angels  made  ; 
 See  him-in  duft  among  the  dead, 
 To  fave  a*  ruin 'd  world  from  fin ; 
 Then  fee  him.  reign  with  pow'r  divine  I 
 
 5  The  worid  to  come,  redeem  ;d  from  all 
 The  mis'ries  which  attend  the  fail, 
 New  made,  and  glor'ous,  lhall  fubmit 
 At  our  exalted  Saviour's  feet. 
 
 P-s  a-l  m    IX.     Firft  Part. 
 
 Wrath  and  Mercy,  from  the  'Judgment Seat . 
 x  "\  T  7ITH  my  whole  heart  Filraife  my  fong^ 
 VV       Thy  wonders  I'll  proclaim  : 
 Thou,  Sovereign  Judge  of  right  and  wrong, 
 Wilt  put  my  foes  to  fhame. 
 
 %  .I'll  fmg  thy  majefty  and  grace  ! 
 My  God  prepares  his  throne 
 To  judge  the  world  in-  righteoufnefs, 
 And  make  his  vengeance  known. 
 
 3  Then  fhal^^|Lard  a  refuge  prove 
 
 For  all  Xne  poor  opprefs'd  ; 
 To  fave- the  people  of  his  love,- 
 And  give  the  weary  reft- 
 
 4  The  men,  who  know  thy.  name,,  will  traft" 
 
 In  thy  abundant  grace  y 
 For  thou  haft  ae'er  forfook.  the  juft, 
 Who  humbly  feek  thy  face. 
 
 5  .Sing  praifes  to  the  righteous  Lord, 
 -     Who  dwells  on  Zion's  hill, 
 
 W<ho  executes  his  threat'ning  word*.. 
 And  doth  his  grace  fulfil., . 
 
to  PS  A  L  M   IX. 
 
 Psalm    IX.     Second  Part,. 
 
 The  JJ'ifdom  and  Equity,  of 'Providence. 
 -.  T  X7TI EN  the  great  Judge,  fupreme  and  juft# 
 V  V       Shall  once  inquire  for  blood, 
 The  humble  fouls  who  mourn  in  dull, 
 SUall  rind  a  faithful  Cod. 
 
 2  He  from  the  dreadful  gates  of  death 
 Does  his  own  children  raife  : 
 In  Zion's  gates  with  cheerful  breath, 
 They  fing  their  Father's  praife. 
 
 2  His  foes  (hall  fall,  with  heedlefs  feet. 
 
 Into  the  pit  they  made  ; 
 And  tinners-  periih  in  the  net 
 
 Which  their  own  hands  had  fprcad. 
 
 4  Thus  by  thy  judgments,  mighty  God,, 
 Are  thy  deep  counfels  known  : 
 When  men  of  mifchicf  arc  deftroy  'd» 
 The  fnare  muft  be  their  own. 
 
 Pause. 
 
 -r  The  wicked  frail  -fink  down- to  hell ; 
 Thy  wrath  devour  the  lands 
 That  dare  forget  thee,  or  rebel 
 Againftthy  known  commands. 
 
 6  Tho'  faints  to  fore  dillrcfs  are  brought,  , 
 And  wait,  and  leng  complain, 
 Their  cries  fhall  not  be  ftill  forgot, 
 Nor  fhall  their  hopes  be  vain. 
 
 [;  Rife,  great  Redeemer,  from  thy  feat, 
 To  judge  and  fave  the  poor; 
 Let  nations  tremble  at  thy  feet, 
 And  man  prevail  no  more. 
 
 3  Thy  thunder  fhall  affright  the  proud, 
 
 And  put  their  hearts  to  pain, 
 Make  th'.-m  confefs  that  thou  ajt  God>*. 
 And  they  but  feeble  men. 
 
P  SAL  M   X.  21 
 
 Psalm    X.     Common  Metre. 
 
 Brayett  heard,  and  Saints  faved-;  ory    Pride,  Ath?*>* 
 ijm    and.  Opprejfion  punijbed. 
 For  a  Humiliation  Day. 
 i  ^OHY  doth. the  Lord  ftand  off  fa  f*r, 
 V  \        And  why  conceal  his  face, 
 When  great  calamities  appear, 
 And  times  of  deep  diftrefs  ? 
 
 a.  Lord,  mall  the  wicked  ftiil  deride 
 Thy  juftice  and  thy  pow'r  ? 
 Shall  they  advance  their  heads  in  pride* 
 And  ftiil  thy  faints  devour  h 
 
 3-  They  put  thy  judgments  from  their  fight* 
 And  then  infult  the  poor  ; 
 They  boaft  in  their  exalted,  height, 
 That  they  fhall  fall  no  more 
 
 4  Arife,  O  God,  lift  up  thine  hand  J. 
 
 Attend  our  humble  cry  ; 
 No  enemy  (hall  dare  to  itand 
 When  God  afcends  on  high. 
 
 P  a  u  s  E. 
 
 5  Why  do  the  men  of  malice  rage. 
 
 And  fay,  with  foolifh  pride. 
 The  God  of  heanj'n  ivill  ne'er  engage* 
 To  fight  an  Z  ion's  fide  ; 
 
 6  Since  thou  forever  art  the  Lord, 
 
 And  pow'rful  is  thine  hand. 
 As  when  the  Heathen,  felt  thy  fvvord*. 
 And  periih'd  from  thy  land  ? 
 
 7  Thou  wilt  prepare  our  hearts  to  pray* 
 
 And  caufe  thine  ear  to  hear  : 
 He  hearkens  what  his  children  fay, 
 And  puts  the.  world  in  fear. 
 
 8  Proud  tyrants  fhall  no  more  opprefsV. 
 I   ,    No  more  defpife  the  juft ; 
 
 And  mighty  finners  fhall  confefs 
 They  are  but  earth  and  duftv 
 
22-  PSALM    XI,    XII. 
 
 Psalm    XI.     Long  Metre. 
 
 God  lo-ves  the  Righteous,    and  bates  the  IVickcd. 
 i   TV  /TY  refuge  is  the  God  of  love  ; 
 IVi.  Why  do  my  foes  infult  and  cry, 
 Fly  Itke  a  tim'rouj,  trembling  dove, 
 To  d'Jlant  "woods  or  mountains fly  ? 
 
 %  If  government  be  all  deftroy'd 
 (That  firm  foundation  of  our  peace) 
 And  violence  make  juftice  void, 
 Where  fhall  the  righteous  fcek  redref*  3 
 
 j  The  Lord  in.heav'n  hasfix'd  his  throne  J 
 His  eyes  furvey  the  world  below  ; 
 To  him  all  mortal  things  are  known  ; 
 His  eye-lids  fearch  our  lpirits  through. 
 
 4  If  he  afflicts  his  faints  fo  far» 
 
 To  prove  their  love  and  try  their  grace, 
 What  may  the  bold  tranfgrefibrs  fear  ! 
 His  very  ibul  abhors  their  ways. 
 
 £.On  impious  wretches  he"  fhall  rain 
 Tcmpefts  of  brimftone,  fire,. and  death> 
 Such  as  he  kindled  on  the  plain 
 Of  Sodom,  wkh  his  angry  breath. 
 
 6  The  righteous  Lord  loves  righteous  fouls, 
 Whofe  thoughts  and  actions  are  finccre. 
 And  with  a  gracious  eye  beholds 
 The  men  who  hia  own  image  bear. 
 
 Psalm    XII.     Long  Metre. 
 
 The  Saints'1  Safety  and  Hope  in  ez>il  Times-;   or*  Sins 
 
 of  the    Tongue    complained  of,    -vix.    Blafphemy* 
 
 Falfebood,   <jfc. 
 i   T    ORD,  if  thou  dofl  not  foon  appear, 
 
 J^-i  Virrue  and  truth  wiil  fly  away  ; 
 
 A  faithful  man  among  us  here 
 
 Will  fcaroe  be  found,  if  thou  delay. 
 
 2-.  -The  whole  difcourfe,  when  neighbours  meet, 
 Is  fill'd  with  trifle  j  loofe  and  vain  ; 
 
'    PSALM   XII.  *3 
 
 Their  lips.are  flatt'ry  and  deceit, 
 And  their  proud  language  is  profane- 
 
 3  But  lips  that  with  deceit  abound 
 Shall  not  maintain  their  triumph  long  ; 
 The  G'Od  of  vengeance  will  confound 
 The  flatt'ring  and  biafpheming  tongue. 
 
 4  Yet  Jhall  our  ivords  be  free-,   they  cry  ; 
 Our  tongues  Jhall  be  controuV  d  by  none  i 
 Where  is  the  Lord  tuill  ajk  us  xvhy  ? 
 Or  fay  our  lips  are  not  our  o<wn  f 
 
 5  The  Lord,  who  fees  the  poor  oppreu% 
 And  hears  oppreifors'  haughty  rtrain? 
 Will  rife  to  give  his  children  reft, 
 Norlhall  they  truft  his  word  in  vain= 
 
 «""£  Thy  word,  D  Lord,  tho'  often  try'd, 
 Void  of  deceit  fhall'ftill  appear  ; 
 Not  fUver-fev'n  times  purify 'd 
 From  drofs  and  mixture,  mines  fo  clear. 
 
 7  Thy  grace  ihall,  in  the  darkeft  hour, 
 Defend  the  holy  foul  from  harm  ; 
 Tho'  when  the  vileft  men  have  pow'r* 
 On  eVry  fide  will  finners  fwarm. 
 
 Psalm   XII.     Common  Metre. 
 
 Complaint  of  a  generaVCorruptioyi  of  Manners  ;  or  the 
 Protnife  and  Signs  of  Chrif  s  coming  to  Judgment* 
 
 i   TTELP,  Lord,  for  men  of  virtue  fail  ; 
 fl      Religion  lofes  ground ■; 
 The  fons  of  violence  prevail, 
 And  treacheries  abound. 
 
 3.  Their  oaths  and  promifes  they  break) 
 Yet  ad  the  flat't'rer's  part  ; 
 With  fair  deceitful  lips  they  fpeak. 
 And  with  a  double  heart. 
 
 3  'If  we  reprove  fome  hateful  lies 
 ■How  Is  their  fury  ftirr'd  ! 
 
24  PSALM   YAH, 
 
 Are-not  our  lifs  mir  oivtiy  theycry? 
 And  ivho  /ha//  bt  cur  Lord  ? 
 
 4  Scoffers  appear  on  ev'ry  fide, 
 
 While  a  vile  race  of  men 
 Are  rais'd  to  feats  of  pow'r  and  pridt, 
 And  bear  the  fword  in  vain. 
 
 £   A    U    S    E. 
 
 5  Lord,  when  iniquities  abound* 
 
 And  blafphemy  grows,  bold» 
 When  faith  is  hardly  to  be  found? 
 And  love  is  waxing  cold, 
 
 6  Is  not  thy  char'ot  haft'ning  on  ? 
 
 Haft  thou  not  giv'n  the  fign  ? 
 May  we  not  trult  and  live  upon 
 A  promife  fo  divine  ? 
 
 7  "  Yes,  faith  the  Lord,  now  will  I  rife. 
 
 And  make  oppreffors  flee  ; 
 
 I  fhall  appear  to  their  furprize, 
 
 And  let  my  fervants  free." 
 
 v8  Thy  word,  like  filver  fev'n  times  try'd* 
 Thro'  ages  fhall  endure  : 
 The  men  who  in  thy  truth  confide, 
 Shall  find  the  promife  fure. 
 
 P  s  a  i,  m    XIII.     Long  Metre. 
 
 P/tadhig  with  God  undtr    Defertion  ,•     or-,    Re>ft  ? 
 
 Darkntfs. 
 I    T  TOW  long,  O-Lord,  lhall  I  complain 
 
 XjL   Like  one  who  fecks  his  God  in  win  ** 
 
 Canft  thou  thy  face  forever  hide, 
 
 And  I  ftill  pray  and  be  deny'd"? 
 
 ■^S   Shall  I  forever  be  forgot, 
 
 As  one  whom  thou  rcgardeft  not  ? 
 Still  mall  my  foul  thy  abfence  mourh  ? 
 And  Hill  despair  of  thy  return  ? 
 
T  S  A  L  M   XIII. 
 
 3  How  long  mall  my  poor  troubled  breaft 
 Be  with  thefe  anxious  thoughts  opprefs'd  ; 
 And  fatan,  my  malicious  foe, 
 
 Rejoice  to  fee  me  funk  fo  low  ? 
 
 4  Hear,  Lord,  and  grant  me  quick  relief, 
 Before  my  death  concludes  ray  grief  ; 
 If  thou  withhold  thy  heav'nly  light, 
 
 I  ileep  in  everlafting  night. 
 
 5  How  will  the  pow'rs  of  darknefs  boaft, 
 If  but  one  praying  foul  be  loft  ! 
 
 But  I  have  trufted  in  thy  grace, 
 And  fhall  again  behold  thy  face. 
 
 •6  Whate'er  my  fears  or  foes  fuggeft, 
 Thou  art  my  hope,  my  joy,  ray  reft*; 
 My  heart  fhall  feel  thy  love,  and  raile 
 My  cheerful  voice  to  fongs  of  praife.* 
 
 Psalm    XIII.     Common  Metre. 
 
 Complaint  under  Temptations  of  the  DeviU 
 OW  long  wilt  thou  conceal  thy  face  ? 
 
 H 
 
 My  God,  how  long  delay  ? 
 When  fhall  I  feel  thofe  heav'nly  rays 
 Which  chafe  my  fears  away  ? 
 
 a  How  long  fhall  my  poor,  lab'ring  foul 
 Wreftle  and  toil,  in  vain  ? 
 Thy  word  can  all  my  foes  controul, 
 And  eafe  my  raging  pain. 
 
 3   See  how  the  prince  of  darknefs  tries 
 All  his  malicious  arts  ! 
 He  fpreads  a  milt  around  mine  eyes, 
 And  throws  his' fiery  darts. 
 
 ■4  Be  thou  my  fun,  and  thou  my  fhield  ; 
 .My  foul  in  fafety  keep  ; 
 ,Make  hafte,  before  mine  eyes  are  feal'd 
 Xa  death's  eiersial  fieep'. 
 C 
 
26  PS  AIM    XIV. 
 
 5  How  will  the  tempter  boaft  aloud, 
 
 If  I  become  his  prey  ! 
 Behold  the  fons  of  hell  grow  proud 
 At  thy  lb  long  delay! 
 
 6  But  they  (hall  flee  at  thy  rebuke, 
 
 And  fatan  hide  his  head  : 
 He  knows  the  terrors  of  thy  look, 
 And  hears  thy  voice  with  dread. 
 
 7  Thou  wilt  difplay  that  fov'reign  grace 
 
 Where  all  my  hopes  have  hung  ; 
 I  fhall  employ  my  ljps  in  praife, 
 And  vicl'ry  fhall  be  lung. 
 
 Ps  a  l  m  XIV.  FirftPart.  Common  Metre, 
 
 ~'By  Nature  all  Men  are  Sinners. 
 
 1  T70Q.LS  in  their  hearts  believe  and  fay, 
 JL       "  That  all  religion's  vain  ; 
 There  is  no  God  who  reigns  on  high. 
 Or  minds  affairs  of  men." 
 
 2  From  thoughts  fo  dreadful  and  profane, 
 
 Corrupt  di icon rfe  proceeds  ; 
 And  in  their  impious  hands  are  found 
 Abominable  deeds. 
 
 3  The  Lord,  from  his  celeftial  throne, 
 
 Look'd  down  on  things  below, 
 To  rind  the  man  who  fought  his  grace, 
 Or  did  his  jultice  know. 
 
 4  By  nature  all  are  gone  affray  ; 
 
 Their  practice  all  the  fame  : 
 There's  none  who  'cars  his  Maker's  hand, 
 There's  none  who  loses  bis  name. 
 
 5  Their  tongues  arc  us'd  to  fpeak  deceit  ; 
 
 Their  llandcrs  never  ceaic  ; 
 i!  ■■.  fwift  to  mifchief  are  their  feet  '. 
 Nor  know  the  paths  of  peace. 
 
PSALM   XI^p  XV.  2^ 
 
 6  Such  feeds  of  fin  {that  bitter  root) 
 In  all  our  hearts  are  found  j 
 Nor  can  they  bear  diviner  fruit,. 
 Till  grace  refine  the  ground. 
 
 Psalm    XIV.     Second  Part. 
 
 The  Folly  of Perfecuturs. 
 
 1  A   RE  finners  now  fo  fenfelefs  grown, 
 il     That  they  thy  faints  devour  ; 
 And  never  worth  ip  at  thy  throne. 
 
 Nor  fear  thine  awful  pow'r  ? 
 
 2  Great  God  f  appear  to  their  furprize* 
 
 Reveal  thy  dreadful  name  ! 
 Let  them  no  more  thy  wrath  defpife, 
 Nor  turn  our  hope  to  ihame. 
 
 3  Doft  thou  not  dwell  among  the  juft  ? 
 
 And  yet  our  foes  deride, 
 That  we  ihould  make  thy  name  our  truft  : 
 Great  God  !  confound  their  pride. 
 
 4  O  that  the  joyful  day  were  ccme, 
 
 To  finifh  our  diftrefs! 
 When  God  ihall  bring  his  children  home, 
 Our  fongs  mall  never  ceafe. 
 
 Psalm  XV.  .  Common  Metre. 
 
 Charatlers  of  a  Saint  ;     or,  a  Citizen  of  Zio?i  ;     ory 
 the  Shialif cations  of  a  Chrijiian; 
 
 l   T  T  7HO  (hall  inhabit  in  thy  hill, 
 VV       O  God  of  holinefs  ? 
 Whom  will  the  Lord  admit  to  dwell 
 Se  near  his  throne  of  grace  ? 
 
 a  The  man  who  walks  in  pious  ways, 
 And  works,  with  righteous  hands. 
 Who  trufts  his  Maker's  promifes, 
 And  follows  his  commando  : 
 
 3  .Who  fpeaks  the  meaning  of  his  hgart, 
 Nor  fianders  with  his  tongue  ; 
 
jS  PSALM    XV, 
 
 Will  not  promote  an  ill  report, 
 Nor  do  his  neighbour  wrong  : 
 
 4  Who  wealthy  finners  ftill  contemns? 
 
 Loves  all  who  fear  the  Lord  ; 
 And  though  to  his  own  hurt  he  fwears. 
 Still  he  performs  his  word  : 
 
 5  Whofe  hands  difdain  a  golden  bribe, 
 
 And-  never  gripe  the  poor  : 
 This  man  mall  dwell  with  God  on  earthj 
 And  find  his  heav'h  fecure. 
 
 Psalm    XV.     Long  Metre. 
 
 Religion  ancfjujiic^^  Goodnefs  and  Truth  ;  or,  Dutir: 
 to  God  and  Man ;  or,  the  Qualijications  of  a 
 Chrijiian. 
 
 i  Wr^®  mall  3fcend  thy  heav'nly  place, 
 VV     Great  God,  and  dwell  before  thy  face  ?' 
 The  man  who  minds  religion  nowv 
 And  humbly  walks  with  God  below  : 
 
 3  Whofe  hands  are  pure,  whofe  heart  is  clean, 
 Whofe  lips  ft  ill  fpeak  the  things  they  mean  ; 
 No  fianders  dwell  upon  his  tongue  ; 
 
 He  hates  to  do  his  neighbour  wrong  : 
 
 [3  Who  will  not  truft  an  ill  report, 
 Nor  vent  it  to  his  neighbour's  hurt : 
 Sinners  of  ftate  he  can  defpife, 
 But  faints  are  honour'd  in  his  eyes  : 
 
 4  Firm  to  his  word  he  ever  flood, 
 
 And  always  makes  his  promife  good  ; 
 Nor  dares  to  change,  the.  thing  he  fwears, 
 Whatever  pain  or  lots  he  bears. 
 
 5  He  never  deals  in  bribing  gold, 
 
 And  mourns  that  juftice  ihould  be  fold  ^. 
 While  others  gripe  and  grind  the  poor, 
 Sweet  charity  attends  his  door.] 
 
 6-  JIc  loves  his  enemies,  and  prays 
 
 iuor  thofe  who  curfe  him -to  his  face  t> 
 
P  SJ  L  M    XVI.  z9 
 
 And  doth  to  all  men  ftill  the  fame 
 ■Which  he  would  hope  or  wifh  from  them. 
 
 7  Yet,  when  his  holieft  works  are  done, 
 His  foul  depends  on  grace  alone  : 
 This  is  the  man  thy  face  lhall  fee, 
 And  dwell  forever,  Lord,  with  thee. 
 
 Psalm    XVI.     Firft  Part.    Long  Metre.-- 
 
 ConfeJJion  of  our  Poverty-,  and  Saints  the  befi  Compa- 
 ny /   "^j  good  Works  profit  Afen,  not  God. 
 
 1    "QRESERVE  me,  Lord,  in  time  of  need, 
 A      For  fuccour  to  thy  throne  I  rlee, 
 But  have  no  merits  there  to  plead.; 
 My  goodnefs  cannot,  reach  .to  thee.. 
 
 z  Oft  have  my  heart  and  tongue  confeftj 
 How  empty  and  how  poor  I  am.; 
 My  praile  can.never  make  thee  bleft,  • 
 Nor  add  new  glories. to  thy  name. 
 
 3  Yet,  Lord,  thy  faints  ton  earth  may  reap    , 
 Some  profit  by  the  good  we  do  ; 
 
 Thefe  are  the  company  I  keep, 
 Thefe  are  the  choiceit  friends  I  know. 
 
 4  Let  others  cho'ofe  the  fons  of  mirth, 
 To  give  a  relifn  to  their  wing  ; 
 
 I  love  the  men  of  heav'nly  birth, 
 Whofe  thoughts  and  language. are  divine-. 
 
 Psal  m  XVI.'  Second  Part.    Long  Metre,-- 
 
 CJbriJt's  A //^-Sufficiency, 
 
 i    T  TOW  faft  their  guilt  and  forrow  rife, 
 JTJ.   Who  hafte  to  feek  fome  idol  god  1 
 I  will  not  tafte /their  facrifice,  • 
 Their  orf'rings  of  forbidden  blood. 
 
 %  My  God  provides  a  richer  cup, 
 And  nobler  food  to  live  upon  ; 
 He  for  my  life  has  ofier'd  up 
 Jefus,  his  belt  beloved  Son. 
 C   z   , 
 
3o  PSA  L  M    XVI. 
 
 3  His  love  is  my  perpetual  fcaft  ; 
 
 By  day  hi;  counleta  guide  me  right  - 
 And,  be  his  name  forever  bleft, 
 He  gi\es  me  fweet  advice  by  night. 
 
 4  I  Jet  him  ftill  before  mine  eyes  ; 
 
 At  my- right  hand  lie  Hands  prepar'd 
 To  keep  my  foul  from  all  furprizc. 
 And  be  my  everlafting  guard. 
 
 Psalm  XVI.    ThitidPart.    Long  Met  re.- 
 
 Coinage  in  Dfdlh,  an.d--.Hppe  of  the  Refwreclion. 
 
 1    "\  X  "HIEN  God  is  nigh,  my  faith  is  ftrougj 
 VV     Hia  arm  is  my  almighty  prop  : 
 Be  glad  my  heart,  rejoice  my  tongue, 
 My  dying  flelh  IhaU  reft  in  hope. 
 
 z  Ti:o'  in  the  duJt  I  lay  miy  head) 
 
 Yet,  gracious  God,  thou  wilt  rot  leave 
 My  foul  forever  v-ith  the  dead* 
 Nor  iofe  thy  children  in  the  grave. 
 
 3  Nfy  flefli  (hall  thy  firft  call  obey, 
 Shake  off'its  cult,  and  rife  on  h\y 
 
 hen  [halt  thou  lead  the  wand'rous  w 
 
 Up  to  thy  throne  above  the  iky. 
 
 4  There  ftreams  of  endlef:;  pleafure  ilow, 
 \n  1  full  difcov'ries  of  thy  grace 
 (Which  .vc  but  tailed  here  below) 
 S!>r#Uvl  I.cav'nly  joys  tnro'  all  the  place 
 
 ¥  s  a  i.  M  XVI.    Firit  Parr,    Com.  I  . 
 
 Support  a~.i  C'.unfcl from  Gcd,   without  Merit 
 
 \    PAVE  me,  ()  Lord,  from  ev'ry  foe  : 
 O   Iii  thee  my  truft  I  place, 
 
 i  which  I  can  do, 
 Ca-i  ne'er  deierve  thy  );racc. 
 
 *   Vet,  if  my  Cod  prolong  my  breath, 
 Vhe  faints  ma}  profit  by'l  ;. 
 
PS  AL  M   XVI.  5-f- 
 
 The  faints,  the  glory  of  the  earth, 
 The  men  of  my  delight. 
 
 3  Let  Heathens  to  their  idols  hafte» 
 
 And  worfhip  wood  or  ftone  ; 
 But  my  delightful  lot  is  call 
 Where  the  true  God  is  known. 
 
 4  His  hand  provides  my  constant  food ; 
 
 He  rills  my  daily  cup  ; 
 Much  am  I  pleas'd  with  prefent  goods 
 But  more  rejoice  in  hope. 
 
 5  God  is  my  portion  and  my  joy; 
 
 His  counlels  are  my  light  : 
 He  gives  me  fweet  advue  by  day, 
 And  gentle  hints  by  night. 
 
 6.  My  foul  would  all  her  thoughts  approve. 
 To  his  all-feeing  eye. :. 
 Nor  death  nor  hell  my  hopes  fhali  move, 
 While  fuch  a. friend  is  high*. 
 
 P  s  .u  m  XVI.     Second  Part. .  Com.  Metnv 
 
 The  D-eath  and  RefurreEiion  of  Cbfiijfcr 
 
 i   "  T  SET  the  Lord  before  my  face, 
 JL      He  bears  my  courage  r>p  ; 
 My  heart  and  tongue  their  joys  exprefsj- 
 My  fleih  lhaii  reft  in  hope. . 
 
 i  My  fpirit,  Lord,  thou  wilt  not  leave 
 Where  fouls,  departed  are  ; 
 Nor  quit  my  body  to  the  grave, 
 To  fee  corruption  there. 
 
 3   Thou  wilt  reveal  the  path  of  life, 
 
 And  raife  me  to  thy  throne  : 
 Thy  courts  immortalpleafures  give? 
 Thy  prefence,  joy  unknown." 
 
 r.;-  Tims,  in  the  name  of  Chrift  the  Lord* 
 The  holy  David  fun g,. 
 
gt  PSALM    XVII. 
 
 And  providence  fulfils  the  word 
 Of  his  prophetic  tongue. 
 
 5  Jefus,  whom  ev'ry  faint  adores, 
 
 Was  crucify 'd  and  (lain  ; 
 Behold  the  tomb  its  prey  reftores  ! 
 Behold,  he  lives  again  ! 
 
 6  When  fliall  my  feet  arife,  and  ftand 
 
 On  heav'n's  eternal  hills  ? 
 There  fits  the  Son  at  God's  right  hand, 
 And  there  the  Father  fmiies.J 
 
 P  s  a  l  m    XVII.     Short  Metre. 
 
 Portion  of  Saints  and  Sinners  ;   or,  Hope  and  Defpair 
 
 in  Death. 
 
 'A 
 
 RISE,  my  gracious  God, 
 And  make  the  wicked  flee  ; 
 rhey  are  but  thy  chaftiiing  rod 
 To  drive  thy  faints  to  thee 
 
 2  Behold,  the  finner  dies  ! 
 
 His  haughty  words  are  vain  : 
 Here  in  this  life  hib  pleafure  lies, 
 And  all  beyond  i&  pain. 
 
 3  Then  let  his  pride  advance, 
 
 And  boaft  of  ail  his  ftore  ; 
 The  Lord  is  my  inheritance, 
 My  foul  can  wilh  no  more. 
 
 4  I  fhall  behold  the  face 
 
 Of  my  forgiving  God  ; 
 And  (land  complete  in  right eoufneio, 
 Wath'd  in  my  Saviour's  blood  ; 
 
 <;    See  the  new.beav'n  begim. 
 When  I  awake  from  death, 
 Dteft  in  the  likenefs  of  thy  Son, 
 And  draw  immortal  brcaih  i 
 
PS  A  L  M.   XVII,  XVIII.         23 
 Psalm    XVII.     Long  Metre. 
 
 The  Sinner's  Portion  andStiint's  Hope  ;  or>  the  He*<*. 
 •ven  offeparate  Souls ,  and  the  Refurreilion. 
 
 l   T    ORD,  I  am  thine;  but  thou  wilt  prove 
 1— i  My  faith,  my  patience,  and  my  loye  i 
 When  men  ot  fpite  againft  me  join, 
 They  are  the  fword,  the  hand  is  thine. 
 
 a  Their  hope  and  portion  lie  below  ; 
 'Tis  all  the  happmefs  they  know  ; 
 'Tis  all  they  feek  :  they  take  their  fhares$ 
 And  leave  the  reft  among  their  heirs. 
 
 3  What  finners  value,  I  refign  ; 
 
 Lord,  'tis  enough  that  thou  art  mine  ; 
 
 1  ihall  behold  thy  blifsful  face, 
 
 And  ftand  complete  in  righteoufnefs.     % 
 
 4  This  life's  a  dream ,.  an  empty  (how; ... 
 3ut  the  bright,  world  to.  which.  I  .go,  ... 
 Hath  joys  fubftantial  and  (incere  ; 
 When  ihall  I  wake,  and  find  me  there  ? 
 
 5  O  glorious  hour  !  O  bleft  abode  i  - 
 I  fhall  be  near  and  like  my  God  ; 
 And  hefh  and  fin  no  more  coritroul  k 
 The  facred  pleafure  of  my  foul. 
 
 6  My  fie(h  fhall  {lumber  in  the  ground, 
 Till  the  laft  trumpet's  joyful  found  : 
 Then  bur  ft  the  chains  with  fweet  furprize* 
 And  ia  my  Saviour's  image  rife. 
 
 Psalm  XVIII.  Firit  Part.  Long  Metre., 
 
 Deliverance  from  Defpair  ;  or.  Temptations  overcome*.- 
 
 1  HHHEE  will  I  love,  O  Lord,  my  ftrength, 
 
 X     My  rock,  my  tow'r,  my  high  defence  ; 
 Thy  mighty  arm  ihall  be  my  truft, 
 Tor  I  have  found  falvation  thence. 
 
 2  Death  and  the  terrors  of  the  grave 
 Stood  round  me  with  their  difmal  made  ^  _ 
 
54  PS  J  L  M    XVIII. 
 
 While  floods  of  high  temptations  role, 
 And  made  my  finking  foul  afraid. 
 
 j  I  faw  the  opening  gates  of  hell, 
 
 With  endlefs  pains  and  forrows  there, 
 (Which  none,  but  thofe  who  feel,  can  tellV 
 While  I  was  hurry'd  to  defpair.    ' 
 
 if  Jn  my  diftrefs,  I  call'd  my  God, 
 
 When  I  could  fcarce  believe  him  mine  \ 
 He  bow'd  his  ear  to  my  complaint  ; 
 Then,  did  his  grace  appear  divine. 
 
 [5   With  fpeed  he  flew  to  my  relief, 
 As  on  a  cherub's  wing  he  rode  ; 
 Awful  and  bright  as  lightning,  fhonc 
 The  face  of  my  Deliv'rer,  God. 
 
 6-  Temptations  fled  at  his  rebuke, 
 (The  blaft  of  his  almighty  breath  ;) 
 He  fent  falvation  from  on  high, 
 And  drew  me  from  the  deeps  of  death.] 
 
 7   Great  were  my  fears,  my  foes  were  great; 
 Much  was  their  ftrength,  and  more  their  rage  5 
 But  Chrift,  my  Lord,  is  conq'ror  ltiil, 
 In  all  the  wars  which  devils  wage. 
 
 S  My  long  forever  fhall  record 
 That  terrible,  that  joyful  hour  ; 
 And  give  the  glory  to  the  Lord, 
 Due  to  his  mercy  and  his  pow'r. 
 
 P  s  a  l  m  XVIII.  Second  Parr,  Long  Metre. 
 
 Sincerity  proved  and  ravardt  d. 
 
 i   T    ORD,  thou  haft  feen  my  foul  iincere, 
 J^  Haft  made  thy  love  and  truth  appear  ; 
 Before  mine  eyes  I  fet  thy  laws, 
 And  thou  haft  own'd  my  righteous  caufe. 
 
 ■z  Since  I  have  learn'd  thy  holy  ways, 
 I've  walk'u  upright  before  thy  face  : 
 
PS  A  LM   XVIII.  ,% 
 
 "Or,  if  my  feet  did  e'er  depart, 
 'Twas  ever  with  a  broken  heart. 
 
 3  What  fore  temptations  broke  my  reft  !  - 
 What  wars  and  ftrugglings  in  my  breaft  ! 
 ■OBut  thro'  thy  grace*  which  reigns  within, 
 I  guard  againft  my  darling  fin  : 
 
 4  That  fi n  which  clofe  befets  me  ftill, 
 Which  works  and  ftrives  againft  my  will  ; 
 When  mall  thy  fpirit's  fov'reign  pow'r 
 Deftroy  it,  that  it  rife  no  more  ? 
 
 £5  With  an  impartial  hand  the  Lord 
 Deals  out  to  mortals  their  reward  : 
 The  kind  and  faithful  fouls  fhall  find 
 A  God  as  faithful  and  as  kind.] 
 
 6  The  juft  and  pure  fhall  ever  fay, 
 
 Thou  art -more  pure,  more  juft  than  they  : 
 And  men  who  love  revenge,  fhall  know, 
 God  hath  an  arm  ©f  vengeance  too. 
 
 Psalm  XVIII.    Third  Part.  Long  Metre, 
 
 Rejoicing  in  God  ;  or,  Salvation  and  Triumph. 
 
 i     TUST  are  thy  ways,  and  true  thy  word, 
 ^|    Great  Rock  of  my  fecure  abode. 
 Who  is  a  God,  befide  the  Lord  ? 
 Or,  where's  a  refuge  like  our  God  ? 
 
 a  'Tis  he  who'  girds  me  with  his  might, 
 ■  Gives  me  his  holy  fword  to  wield  ; 
 And  while  with  fin  and  hell  I  fight, 
 Spreads  his  falvation  for  my  fhield. ' 
 
 3  He  lives,  (yea,  bleffed  be  my  Reck) 
 The  God  of  my  falvation  lives  ! 
 The  dark  defigns  of  hell  are  broke  ; 
 Sweet  is  the  peace  my  Father  gives. 
 
 4  Before  the  fcoffers  of  the  age 
 
 I  wilhexalt  my  Father's  name, 
 ^Nor  tremble  at  their  mighty  rrge, 
 Bui  meet  reproach,  and  bear  the  .fhame. 
 
is  PSALM   XVIII. 
 
 5  To  David  and  his  royal  feed. 
 Thy  grace  forever  (hall  extend  ; 
 Thy  love  to  faints,  in  Chrift  their  Ilezd* 
 Knows  not  a  limit,  nor  an  end. 
 
 Psalm  XVIII. 'Firft  Part.  Com.  Metre* 
 
 ViElory  and  Triumph  over  ttmforal  Emmies* 
 
 l  "\\J^-  l°ve  thee,  Lord,  and  we  adore; 
 V  V       Now  is  thine  arm  revejl'd  ; 
 Thou  art  our  ftrength,  our  heav'nly  tow'i> 
 Our  bulwark  and  our  lhield. 
 
 z  We  fly  to  our  eternal'  Rock, 
 And  rind  a  fure  defence  ; 
 His  holy  name  our  lips  invoke, 
 And  draw  falvation  thence. 
 
 3  When  God,  eur- Leader,  mines  in  arms> 
 
 What  mortal  heart  can  bear 
 
 The  thunder  of  his  loud  alarms, 
 
 The  lightning  of  his  fpear  ? 
 
 4  He  rides  upon  the  winged  wind, 
 
 And  angels,  in  array, 
 In  millions  wait,  to  know  his  mind, 
 And  fwift  as  flames  obey. 
 
 5  He  fpeaks,  and  at  his  fierce  rebuke 
 
 Whole  armies  are  difrnay'd  ; 
 His  voice,  his  frown,  his  angry  look 
 Strikes  all  their  courage  dead. 
 
 6  He  forms  our  gen'rals  for  the  field, 
 
 With  all  their  dreadful  (kill, 
 Gives  them  his  awful  fword  to  wield, 
 And  makes  their  hearts  of  Heel. 
 
 I  7   He  arms  our  captains  to  the  fight, 
 Tho'  there  his  name's  forgot  ; 
 (He  girded  Cyrus  with  his  might, 
 But  Cyrus  knew  him  not.) 
 
PSALM    XVIIL  37 
 
 8  Oft  has  the  Lord  whole  nations  bleft, 
 For  his  own  church's  fake  ; 
 The  pow'rs  which  give  his  people  reft. 
 Shall  of  his  care  partake.] 
 
 Psalm  XVIII.  Second  Part.  Com.  Metre. 
 
 The  Conqueror'' 's  So/rg. 
 
 i  rT"10  thine  almighty  arm  we  owe 
 JL       The  triumphs  of  the  day  ; 
 
 Thy  terrors.  Lord,  confound  the  foe* 
 And  melt  their  ftrength  away. 
 
 S  'Tis  by  thine  aid  our  troops  prevail, 
 And  break  united  pow'rs  ; 
 Or  burn  their  boafted  fleets,  or  fcale 
 The  proudeft  of  their  tow'rs. 
 
 3  How  have  we  chas'd  them  thro'  the  fields 
 
 And  trod  them  to  the  ground, 
 While  thy  falvation  was  our  fhield, 
 But  they  no  inciter  found  ! 
 
 4  In  vain  to  idol  faints  they  cry  ; 
 
 They  perifli  in  their  blood  : 
 Where  is  a  rock  fo  great,  fo  high. 
 So  pow'rful,  as  our  God  ? 
 
 5  The  rock  of  Ifr'el  ever  lives  ; 
 
 His  name  be  ever  bleft  ; 
 'Tis  his  own  arm  the  vidVry  givesj 
 And  gives  his  people  reft. 
 
 6  On  faints  who  live  as  David  did., 
 
 He  pours  his  bleiTings  down  ; 
 Secures  their  priv'lege  to  their  feed. 
 And  treats  them  as  his  own. 
 
 D 
 
3B  PSALM    XIX. 
 
 Psalm    XIX.    Firft  Part.    Short  Metre. 
 
 Tht  Book  of  Nature  and  Scripture. 
 For  a  Lord's-Day  Morning. 
 
 1  T>  EHOLD,  the  lofty  fey 
 
 JD   Declares  its  Maker  God, 
 And  all  his  ftarry  works  on  high 
 Proclaim  his  pow'r  abroad« 
 
 2  The  darknefs  and  the  light 
 
 Still  keep  their  courfe  the  fame  ; 
 While  night  to  day,  and  day  to  night; 
 Divinely  teach  his  name. 
 
 3  In  ev'ry  difT'rent  land 
 
 Their  gen'ral  voice  is  known  ; 
 They  (hew  the  wonders  of  his  hand* 
 And  orders  of  his  throne. 
 
 4  America,  rejoice  ! 
 
 He  here  reveals  his  word  ; 
 We  are  not  left  to  nature's  voice 
 To  bid  us  know  the  Lord. 
 
 5  His  ftatutes  and  commands 
 
 Are  fet  before  our  .eyes ; 
 He  puts  his  gofpei  in  our  hands. 
 Where  our  ialvation  lies. 
 
 6  His  laws  are  juft  and  pure  ; 
 
 His  truth  without  deceit ; 
 His  promifes  forever  fure, 
 And  his  rewards  are  great. 
 
 [7  Not  honey  to  the  tafte 
 
 Affords  fo  much  delight ; 
 Nor  gold  which  has  the  furnace  pafv 
 So  much  allures  the  fight. 
 
 $>  While  c  f  thy  works  I  ling, 
 Thy  glory  to  proclaim, 
 Accept  the  praife,  my  God,  my  King? 
 In  my  Redeemer's  name.] 
 
PSALM   XIX.  39 
 
 Psalm  XIX.  Second  Part.    Short  Metre. 
 
 God'r  Word  mojl  excellent ;  or,  Sincerity  and  fVatcb- 
 fulmfs. 
 For  a  Lord's-Day  Mornings 
 I   T>EHOLD  the  morning  fun 
 XJ     Begins  his  glor'ous  way  ; 
 His  beams  through  all  the  nations  run, 
 nnd  lire  and  light  convey. 
 
 a  But  where  the  gofpel  comes, 
 It  fpreads  diviner  light ; 
 It  calls  dead  finners  from  their  tombs* 
 And  gives  the  blind  their  fight. 
 
 3  How  perfect  is  thy  word  ! 
 
 And  all  thy  judgments  juft  ; 
 Forever  fure  thy  promife,  Lord» 
 And  men  fecurely  truft. 
 
 4  My  gracious  God,  how  plain 
 
 Are  thy  directions  giv'n  ^ 
 Q  may  I  never  read  in  vain, 
 But  find  the  path  to  heav,'n. 
 
 I  hear  thy  word  with  love, 
 
 And  I  would  fain  obey  ; 
 Send  thy  good  Spirit  from  above 
 
 To  guide  me,  left  I  ftray. 
 
 O  who  can  ever  find 
 
 The  errors  of  his  ways  ? 
 Yet,  with  a  bold  prefumpt'ous  mindj 
 
 I  would  not  dare  tranfgrefs. 
 
 Warn  me  of  ev'ry  fin  ; 
 
 Forgive  my  fecret  faults, 
 And  cleanfe  this  guilty  foul  of  mine, 
 
 Whofe  crimes  exceed  my  thoughts. 
 
 While  with  my  heart  and  tongue 
 I  Spread  thy  praife  abroad, 
 
40  .     PSALM   XIX. 
 
 Accept  the  worfhip  and  the  fong» 
 My  Saviour  and  my  God. 
 
 Psalm    XIX.    .Long  Metre. 
 
 The  Books  of  Nature  and  Scripture  compared  ;  or^thv> 
 Glory  and  Succefs  of  the  Goffel. 
 
 j  nr^HE  heav'ns  declare  thy  glory,  Lord  T 
 JL     In  ev'ry  ftar  thy  wifdom  fhines  : 
 But,  when  our  eye?  behold  thy  wordi  . 
 We  read  thy  name  in  fairer  lines. 
 
 2  The  rolling  fun,,  the  changing  light, 
 And  nights,  and  days,  thy  pow'r  confefs  ; 
 But  the  bleft  volume  thou  haft  writ. 
 Reveals  thy  juftjce  and  thy  grace. 
 
 3  Sun,  moon  and  fTars,  convey  thy  praife 
 Round  the  whole  earth,  and  never  ftand  : 
 So  when  the  truth  began  its  race, 
 
 It  touch'd,  it  glanc'd  on  ev'ry  land. 
 
 4  Nor  thall  thy  fpreading  gofpel  relt 
 Till  thro'  the  world  thy  truth  has  run ; 
 Till  Chrift  has  all  the  nations  bleit 
 Which  fee  the  light,  or  feel  the  fun. 
 
 i   Great  Sun  of  Righteoufnefs,  arife  ! 
 
 Blefs  the  dark  world  with  heav'nly  light  : 
 
 Thy  goipti  makes  the  innple  wife, 
 
 Thy  laws  are  pure,  thy  judgments  right. 
 
 6  Thy  nobleft  wonders  here  we  ^iew, 
 In  fouls  renew'd,  and  fins  forgiv'n  : 
 Lord,  cleanle  my  fins,  my  foul  renew, 
 And  make  thy  word  my  guide  to  heav'n. 
 
 P  s-a  l  m    XIX.     Particular  Metre. 
 
 T/je  Book  of  Nature  and  Scripture. 
 
 i    f~>  RE  AT  God,  theheav'n'swellorder'dframo 
 VJ  Declares  the  glories  of  thy  name  \ 
 
PS  AL  M    XIX,  4i 
 
 There  thy  rich  works  of  wonder  mine  ; 
 A  thoufand  ftarry  beauties  there, 
 A  thoufand  radiant  marks  appear. 
 
 Of  boundiefs  pow'r  and  lkill  divine. 
 
 2  From  night  to  day,  from  day  to  night* 
 The  dawning  and  the  dying  light, 
 
 Lectures  of  heav'nly  wifdorri  read  ; 
 With  filent  eloquence  they  raife 
 Our  thoughts  to  our  Creator's  praife, 
 
 And  neither  found  nor  language  need. 
 
 3  Yet  their  divine  inftru&ions  run 
 Far  as  the  journies  of  the  fun, 
 
 And  ev'ry  nation  knows  their  voice; 
 The  fun,  like  fome  young  bridegroom  d:eft» 
 Breaks  from  the  chambers  of  the  eaft, 
 
 Rolls  round,  and  makes  the  earth  rejoice* 
 
 **  Where  e'er  he  fpreads  his  beams  abroad, 
 He  fmiles,  and  fpeaks  his  Maker  God  ; 
 All  nature  joins  to  lhew  thy  praife  5   . 
 Thus  God  in  ev'ry  creature  fhines  ; 
 Fair  is  the  book  of  nature's  lines* 
 But  fairer  is  thy  book  of  grace. 
 
 Pause. 
 
 5  I  love  the  volumes  of  thy  word  ; 
 What  light  and  joy  thofe  leaves  afford 
 
 To  fouls  benighted  and  diftreft  ! 
 Thy  precepts  guide  my  doubtful  way  J 
 Thy  fear  forbids  my  feet  to  fbay  ; 
 
 Thy  promife  leads  my  foul  to  reft. 
 
 6  From  the  difcov'ries  of  thy  law 
 The  perfect  rules  of  life  I  draw  ; 
 
 Thefe  are  my  ftudy  and  delight : 
 Not  honey  fo  invites  the  tufte, 
 Nor  gold  which  hath  the  furnace  paft 
 
 Api>ea#s  fo  pleating  to  the  fi^ht. 
 D  % 
 
4#?  PSALM    XX. 
 
 7  Thy  thrrat'nings  wake  my  -flumb'nng-  eyes, 
 And  warn  me  where  my  danger  lies  ; 
 
 But  'lis  thy  bleiled  gofpel,  Lord, 
 Which  makes  my  guilty  confeience  clean*. 
 Converts  my  foul,  i'ubdues  my  fin, 
 
 And  gives  a  free,  but  large  reward. 
 
 8  Who  knows  the  errors  of  his  thoughts  ? 
 My  God,  forgive  my  fecret  faults  ; 
 
 And  from  prefumpt'ous  fins  reftrain; 
 Accept  my  poor  attempts  of  praife, 
 That  I  have  read  thy  book  of  grace, 
 
 And  book  of  nature,  not  in  vain. 
 
 P  s  a  l  m    XX.     Long  Metre. . 
 
 Prayer  and  Htfpe  of  Viclbry. 
 For  a  Day  of  Prayer  in  Time  of  War. 
 
 3  X  TOW  may  the  God  of  pow'r  and  grace 
 IN    Attend  his  people's  humble  cry  ! 
 Jehovah  hears  when  Ifr'el  prays, 
 
 And  brings  deliv'rance  from  on  high. 
 
 2  The  name  of  Jacob's  God  defends 
 Better  than  ihields  or  brazen  walls  ;. 
 He  from  his  fanduary  fends 
 Succour  and  ftrength,  when  Zicn  calls.. 
 
 2  Well  he  remembers  all  our  fighs  ; 
 His  love;  exceeds  our  bell  deferts  ; 
 His  love  accepts  the  facrifice 
 Of  humble,. groans  and  broken  hearts. 
 
 4  In  his  falvation  is  our  hope  ; 
 And  in  vhe  name  of  lfr'el's  God, 
 Our  troops  lhall  liit  their  banners  up, 
 Our  navies  ipread  their  flags  abroad. 
 
 5  Some  truft  in  horfes  train'd  for  war, 
 And  fome  of  char'ots  make  their  boafts  3 
 Our  fuieit  expectations  are 
 
 From  thee,  the  Lord  of  heav'nly  holts. 
 
PS  A  L  M   XXL  4j 
 
 [6   O  may  the  mem'ry  of  thy  narne 
 Infpire  our  armies  for  the  fight  ! 
 Our  foes  fhall  fall  and  die  with  ihame^ 
 Or  quit  the  field  with  fhameful  flight.]- 
 
 7  Now  fave  us,  Lord,  from  flavifh  fear  ; 
 Now  let  our  hopes  be  firm  and  ftrong ; 
 Then  let  falvation  foon  appear, 
 And  joy  and  triumph  raii'e  the  fong. 
 
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 s  a  l  m    XXI.     Common  Metre. 
 
 America  the  Care  of  Heaven. 
 UR  States,  .0  Lord,  with  fongs  of  praifev 
 
 Shall  in  thy  ftrength  rejoice 
 •And,  bleft  with  thy  falvation,  raife' 
 To  heav'n  their  cheerful  voice. 
 
 s  Thy  fure  defence  thro'  nations  round  .. 
 Has  fpread  thy  glor'ous  name  ; 
 And  our  fuccefsful  anions  crown 'd  ; 
 Thy  majefty  with  fame. 
 
 3  Then  let  our  States  cii  God  alone 
 
 For  timely  aid  rely  I 
 His  mercy,  which  adorns  his  throne^ 
 Shall  all  our  wants  fupply. 
 
 4  But,  righteous  Lord,  thy  ftubborn  foes  • 
 
 Shajl  feel  thy  dreadful  hand; 
 Thy  vengeful  arm  .fh  all  find  outthofe; 
 Who  hate  thy  mild,  command. 
 
 5.  When  thou  againlx  them  doit  engage**  . 
 Thy  juft,  but  dreadful  doom, 
 Shall,  lijse  a  fi'ry  oven's  rage, 
 Their  hopes  and  them  confume. 
 
 6  Thus,  Lord,  thy  wond'rous  pow'r  declars*^ 
 
 And  thus  exalt  thy  fame  ; 
 -  Whilft  we  glad  fongs  of  praife  prepare-. 
 
 For  thine 'aUuJghty  name.- 
 
44         PSALM    XXI,  XXJL 
 Psalm    XXI.     Long  Metre-. 
 
 Chriji  exalted  to  tie  Kingdom, 
 i   T^VAVID  rejoic'd  in  God  his  ftrer.gth, 
 jLJ  Rais'd  to  the  throne  by  fpecial  grace  ; 
 But  Chrift  the  Son  appears  at  length, 
 Fulfils  the  triumph  and  the  prail'e. 
 
 a  How  great  is  the  MefTiah's  joy, 
 In  the  falvation  of  thy  hand  ! 
 Lord,  thou  haft  rais'd  his  kingdom  high> 
 And  giv'n  the  world  to  his  command. 
 
 3  Thy  gooanefs  grants  what  e'er  He  will, 
 Nor  doth  the  leaft  requeft  withhold  i 
 BlefTings  of  love  prevent  him  ftill, 
 And  crowns  of  glory,  not  of  gold. 
 
 4  Honor  and  majefty  divine 
 Around  his  facred  temples  mine;. 
 Bleft  with  the  favour  of  thy  face, 
 And  length. of  everlafting  days. 
 
 5  Thine  hand  fhall  find  out  all  his  foes  j. 
 And  as  a  fi'ry  oven  glows 
 
 "With  raging  heat  and  living  coals, 
 So  fhall  thy  wrath  devour  their  fouls. 
 
 Psalm    XXII.     Firft  Fart. 
 
 The  Sufferings    and  Death  of  ChriJL 
 
 2  W  7"HY  has  my  God  my  foul  forfoofc, 
 
 VV       Nor  wdl  a  fmile  afford  ? 
 (Thus  David  once  in  anguifh  fpokc, 
 And  thus  our  dying  Lord.) 
 
 a  Though  'tis  thy  chief  delight  to  dwell 
 Among  thy  praifmg  faints, 
 Yet  thou  can'ft  hear  a  groan  as  well? 
 And  pity  our  complaints. 
 
 3  Our  Fathers  trotted  in  thy  name, 
 
 And  great  deiiv'ra»ce  founds 
 
psalm  xxn...         Jji 
 
 But  I'm  a  worm,defpis'd  ot  men,  . 
 And  trodden  to  the  ground- 
 
 4  Shaking  the  head,  they  pafs  me  by» 
 
 And  laugh  my  foul  to  fcorn  ; 
 In  vain  he  trujis  in  God,    they  cry» 
 NegleEltdand  forlorn. 
 
 5  But  thou  art  he  who  form 'd  my  fiefh> 
 
 By  thine  almighty  wojrd  : 
 And  fince  I  hung  upon  the  breaft, 
 My  hope  is"*in  the  Lord. 
 
 6  Why  will  my  Father  hide  his  face 
 
 When  foes  fland  threat'ning  round?  - 
 In  the  dark  hour  of  deep  dillrefs, 
 And  not  a  helper  found  £ 
 
 P*A     U     S  :E«  ..' 
 
 7-  Behold  thy  darling  left  among  -     '-! 
 The  cruel  and  the  proud  f 
 As  bulls  of  Bathan,  fierce  and  ftrong» 
 And  lions  roaring  loud. ' 
 
 8  From  earth  and  hell  my  forrows  meet*  . 
 
 To  multiply  the.  f mart  ;.. 
 They  nail  my  hands,  they  pierce  my  feet, 
 And  try-to  vex  my  heart. 
 
 9  Yet,  if  thy  fcv.'reign  hand  let  loofe. 
 
 The  rage  of  earth  and  hell, 
 Why  will  my  heav'nly  father  bruife. 
 The  ion. he  loves  fo  well  ? 
 
 io  My  God,  if  ppffible  it  be, . 
 Withhold  this  bitter  cup  ;.„ 
 But  I  refign  my  will  to  thee* 
 And  drink  the  forrows  up. 
 
 ii.  My  heart  diffolves  with  pangs  unknown  ; 
 
 In  groans  I  wafte  my  breath  : 
 ,  Thy  heavy  hand  hath  brought  me  down?  - 
 
 Low  as  the  duft  of  death,. 
 
46  PSALM   XXII. 
 
 32  Father,  I  give  my  fpirit  up, 
 And  trull  it  in  thy  hand  : 
 My  dying  fleih  (hail  reft  in  hope,  • 
 A«d  rife  at  tiiy  command. 
 
 Psalm     XXII.     Second  Part. 
 
 ChrijVs  Sufferings  and  Kingdom. 
 I   <«  V TO Vi  from  the  roaring  lion's  raget 
 l\l    "  0  Lord.,  proteEl  thy  f on  ! 
 ♦  «  A'or  leave  thy  darling  to  engage 
 ««  Tbepow'ts  of  hell ',  alone." 
 
 2,  Thus  did  the  luff 'ring  Saviour  pray» 
 With  mighty  cries  and  tears: 
 God  heard  him  in  that  dreadful  day* 
 And  chas'd  away  his  fears. 
 
 3  Great  was  the  vicVry  of  his  death* 
 
 His  throne  exalted  high  ; 
 And  all  the  kindreds,  of  the  earth. 
 Shall  worfhip,  or  mall  die, 
 
 4  A  num'rous  offspring  mufl  anfe 
 
 From  his  expiring  groans  ; 
 They  lhall  be  reckon'd  in  his  eyes 
 For  daughters  and  for  fons. 
 
 5  The  meek  and  humble  fouls  fhall  fee- 
 
 His  table  richly  fpread  ; 
 And  all  who  feek  the  Lord,  fhall  be 
 With  joys  immortal  fed. 
 
 6  The  ifles  fhall  know  the  righteoufnefo 
 
 Of  our  incarnate  God, 
 And  nations  yet  unborn  profcfs 
 Salvation  in  his  blood. 
 
 •N 
 
 Psalm    XXII.     Long  Metre. 
 
 Chrijl's  Sufferings  and  Exaltation. 
 
 OW  let  our  mournful  fongs  record 
 The  dying  iorrows  of  oui  Lord, 
 
PSALM   XXIII.  47 
 
 When  he  complain 'd  in  tears  and  blood. 
 As  one  forfaken  of  his  God. 
 
 2  The  Jews  behold  him  thus  forlorn, 
 And  lhake  the  head,  and  laugh  in  fcorn  ; 
 *«  He  refcu'd  others  from  the  grave, 
 
 «<  Now  let  him  try  himfelf  to  lave. 
 
 3  "  This  is  the  man  did  once  pretend, 
 "  God  was  his  father  and  his  friend  ; 
 "  If  God  the  bleffed  lcv'd  him  io, 
 
 ««  Why  doth  he  fail  to  help  him  now  ?" 
 
 4  Barbarous  people!  cruel  priefts  ! 
 
 How  they  ftand  round  like  favage  beafts, 
 
 Like  lions  gaping  to  devour, 
 
 When  God  hath  left  him  in  their  pow'r  ! 
 
 &5  They  wound  his  head,  his  hands,  his  feet. 
 Till  ftreams  of  blood  each  other  meet  j 
 By  lot  his  garments  they  divide, 
 And  mock  the  pangs  in  which  he  dy'd. 
 
 J  6  But  God  his  father  heard  his  cry  ; 
 
 Rais'd  from  the  dead,  he  reigns  on  high  j 
 The  nations  learn  his  righteoufnefs, 
 "And  humble  tinners  tafte  his  grace. 
 
 Psalm    XXIII.      Long  Metre.   - 
 
 God  cur  Shethcrd. 
 Y  Shepherd  is  the  living  Lord  ; 
 Now  fhall  my  wants  be  well  fupply;d  5 
 His  providence  and  hoiy  word 
 Become  my  fafety  and  my  guide. 
 
 2  In  paftures  where  falvation  grows, 
 
 He  makes  me  feed,  lie  makes  me  reft  ; 
 There  living  water  gently  flows, 
 And  all  the  food  divinely  bleft. 
 
 3  My  wand'ring  feet  his  ways  miftake  ; 
 But  he  refiores  my  ioul  to  peace, 
 
48  PSALM    XXIIL 
 
 And  leads  me,  for  his  mercy's  fake* 
 In  the  fair  paths  of  righteoufnefs. 
 
 4  Tho  I  walk  through  the  gloomy  vale, 
 Where  death  and  all  its  terrors  arc, 
 My  heart  and  hope  fhall  never  fail, 
 
 For  God  my  Shepherd  's  with  me  there. 
 
 5  Amidft  the  darknefs  and  the  deeps, 
 Thou  art  my  comfort,  thou  my  ftay  ; 
 Thy  ftafFfupports  my  feeble  fteps  ; 
 Thy  rod  directs  my  doubtful  way. 
 
 6  The  fons  of  earth,  and  fons  of  hell, 
 Gaze  at  thy  goodnefs,  and  repine 
 To  fee  my  table  fpread  fo  well 
 With  living  bread  and  cheerful  wine. 
 
 7  [How  I  rejoice,  when  on  my  head 
 Thy  fpirit  condefcends  to  reft  ! 
 'Tis  a  divine  anointing  fhed, 
 Like  oil  of  gladnefs  at  a  feaft. 
 
 8  Surely  the  mercies  of  the  Lord 
 Attend  his  houfhold  all  their  days  ; 
 There  will  I  dwell  to  hear  his  word. 
 To  feek  his  face,  and  fing  his  praife.] 
 
 P  s  a  l  m    XXIII.     Common  Metre. 
 
 i   A'/fY  Shepherd  will  fupply  my  need  ; 
 1.V1.     Jehovah  is  his  name  ; 
 In  paftures  frefh  he  makes  me  feed, 
 Befide  the  living  ftream. 
 
 2,  He  brings  my  wand'ring  fpirit  back, 
 When  I  forfake  his  ways, 
 And  leads  me,  for  his  mercy's  fake, 
 In  paths  of  truth  and  grace. 
 
 3   When  I  walk  through  the  (hades  of  death; 
 Thy  prefence  is  my  ftay  ; 
 A  word  of  thy  fupporting  breath 
 Drives  all  my  fears  away. 
 
PSALM   XXIII.  49 
 
 4  Thy  hand,   in   fpite   of   all  my  foesf 
 
 Doth   ftill    my   table   fpread    ; 
 
 My   cup   with   bleflings   overflows* 
 
 Thine  oil   anoints  my  head. 
 
 5  The  fure  provifions  of  my   God 
 
 Attend  me   all  my   days  ; 
 O  may   thy   houfe  be  mine   abode? 
 And   all   my    work   be   praile ! 
 
 6  There   would    I   find   a   fettled  reft, 
 
 (While  others   go  -and   ccrne) 
 
 No  more   a  ftranger  or.  a  gueft, 
 
 But,  like  a  child  at  home. 
 
 Psalm   XXIII.      Short  Metre. 
 
 3  rT",HE    Lord  my   fhepherd   is, 
 JL       I  mall  be  well    fupply'd: 
 Since   he  is   mine?    and    I    am   his, 
 What   can    I   want   beflde  ? 
 
 •a  He  leads   me   to   the   place 
 
 Where  heav'nly   pafture   grows, 
 Where   living   waters  -gently   pafs? 
 And  full  falvatioa   flows. 
 
 3  M  e'er   I   go   aftray, 
 
 He   doth  my  foul   reclaim? 
 And   guides  me  in   his   own   right   way? 
 For  his   moft  holy  name. 
 
 4  While   he   affords  his  aid, 
 
 I   cannot   yield   to   fear ; 
 Tho   I  mould  walk  through  death's  dark  fhade. 
 My   Shepherd's   with  me  there. 
 
 $  In   fpite  of  ail  my   foes. 
 
 Thou  doft    my   fable  fpread ; 
 My   cup   with    bleflings   overflow^ 
 And  joy  exalts   my   head. 
 
 6  The   bounties   of  thy   love 
 
 'Shall  crown  my  foll'wing  days ; 
 <E 
 
5° 
 
 PSALM    XXIV. 
 
 Nor  from   thy   houfe  will    I    remove* 
 Nor   ceafe   to   fpeak   thy    praife. 
 
 P  s  a  l  m    XXIV.     Common  Mctr€. 
 
 D^ellhng  fvitA  G..J. 
 
 j  rT",HE    earth   forever   is   the    Lord's, 
 A       Wuh   Adam's   num'rous   race  ; 
 He   rais'd   its   arches   o'er   the   floods* 
 And   built   it   on   the   leas. 
 
 2.  But   who,   among  the   fons  *f  men, 
 
 May   vifit   thine  abode  ? 
 
 He   who   has   hands   from    mifchief  clean. 
 
 Whofe   heart   is   right   with    God. 
 
 3 
 
 This    is   the   man    may   rife    and    take 
 
 The   bleflings   of  his    grace  : 
 
 This   is   the   lot    of  thofe   who   feek 
 
 The    God   of  Jacob's   face. 
 
 4  Now  let   your   foul's  immortal   pow'rs* 
 
 To   meet   the    Lord   prepare, 
 
 Lift    up   their   everlasting   doors, 
 
 The   King   of  Glory's   near. 
 
 5  The    King   of  Glory !     who    can    tell  % 
 
 The    wonders    of  his   might  ?        . 
 He   rules    the   nations ;     but    to   dwell 
 With   faints    is    his    delight. 
 
 Psalm    XXIV.     Long  Metre. 
 
 Saints  diL-dl  in  Heaven  ;    or,   Cirifi't  Afttnfion. 
 
 1  '  I'^HIS    fpacious   earth   is    all   the    Lord's, 
 
 -L     And  men  and  worms,  and  bealls  and  bird* ; 
 He    iaib"d    the    building   on    the    feas, 
 And    gave    it    for   their   dwelling    place. 
 
 2  But    there's    a   brighter   place   en   high, 
 Thy    palace,    Lord*    above    the    '.;:>  : 
 Who'fhaU   afcend   that   bielt   abode, 
 Wnd    dwell   fo   near   bis   Makor,    God? 
 
PSALM   XX  W  si 
 
 3  He   who   abhors    and   fears   to -fin, 
 
 Whofe   heart  is  pure,    whofe  hands  are  ciean>- 
 Him   lhall  the   Lord    the    Saviour   blefs, 
 And   clothe  his   foul  with   right'oufnefs. 
 
 4  Thefe  are  the  men,   the   pious  race, 
 Who   feek   the    God   of  Jacob's   face  ; 
 Thefe    fnall    enjoy    the    blifsful    fight, 
 And    dwell   in   everlafting   light* 
 
 Pa  us  e  . 
 
 5  Rejoice,    ye  mining   worlds   on   high. 
 Behold,    the    King   of   Glory's    nigh  ! 
 Who   can    this    King   of   Glory   be  ? 
 The   mighty    Lord,   the    Saviour's   he, 
 
 6  Ye  heav'nly   gates,   your   leaves    difplayt 
 To  make   the    Lord   the    Saviour   way  : 
 Laden   with   fpoils   of  earth    and   hell, 
 The   conq'ror   comes   with    God   to    dwell* 
 
 J  Rais'd   from   the   dead,    he   goes   before  j 
 He   opens   heav'n's   eternal    door, 
 To    give   his    faints    a   bleft    abode, 
 Near  their    Redeemer   and   their    God. 
 
 Psalm    XXV.     Firft  Part. 
 
 Waiting  far    Pardon    and    DireEiion. 
 
 Left  my   foul   to   God, 
 My   trufl   is   in   his   name ; 
 Let  not   my    foes,    who   feek  my   blood? 
 Still   triumph   in   my   fi\ame. 
 
 %  Sin   and   the   pow'rs    of  hell 
 Perfuade   me   to    defpair ; 
 Lord,    make   me   know   thy   cov'nant  well; 
 That   1   may   'fcape   the  fnarc. 
 
 3  From    the   firil    dawning    light, 
 Till    the   dark   evening   rife, 
 ,  For    thy   falvation,    Lord,    I   waita 
 
 With   ever-  longing  eyes. 
 
52  PSALM   XXV. 
 
 4  Remember   all    thy  grace, 
 
 And    lead    me   in   thy   truth  ; 
 forgive   the  fins    of  riper    dayst 
 And  follies   of  my   youth. 
 
 5  The    Lord   is  juft  and   kind, 
 
 The   meek   fhall    learn   his   ways»_ 
 And   ev'ry   humble   finner   find 
 The  methods   of  his   grace. 
 
 4  For  his  own   goodnefe'   fake, 
 
 He   faves   my    foul    from    fhame, 
 He   pardons    (tho   my    guilt   be   great)" 
 Through   my   Redeemer's   name. 
 
 Psalm    XXV.     Second  Part. 
 
 Divim    Ivftruftion. 
 
 i  TX7HERE    fhall   the   man    be   found? 
 VV       Who    fears    t'   offend   his    God  ; 
 Who    loves   the   gofpel's  joyful   found, 
 And  trembles  at   the  rod  ? 
 
 a  The    Lord   fhall   make   him   know  • 
 The   fecrets   of  his   heart, 
 The   wonders   of  his   cov'nant  fhew, 
 And   all    his   love   inapart. 
 
 3  The    dealings   of  his   hand 
 
 Are    truth   and   mercy    ftill, 
 With    fuch    as    to    his   cov'nant    ftand> 
 And   love  to   do   his    will. 
 
 4  Their   fouls   fhall    dwell    at   eafc 
 
 >^e    their    Maker's    face  ; 
 Tneii    feed   fhall    tafia   the,   promifes, 
 In   their   extenfive    grace* 
 
 Psalm    XXV.      Third  Part. 
 Dtfirrfs   -f  Scut ;    or,    BackJlUing   an«l  Dejtrtion* 
 INE    eyes   and   my  defire 
 
 -M 
 
 Aje   ever  to   the   Lord; 
 
S3 
 
 FSALM   XXVI. 
 
 I   love   to    plead   his   promifes, 
 And   reft   upon   his   word. 
 
 a  Turn,    turn   thee  to   my   foul, 
 Bring   thy   falvation    near  : 
 When   will   thy   hand   releafe   my   feet 
 Out   of  the   deadly  fnare  ? 
 
 3.  When   (hall   the   fov'reign   grace 
 Of  my   forgiving    God, 
 Reltore   me   from   thofe    dang'rous   wajfe 
 My   wand'ring   feet   have   trod  ? 
 
 4  The  tumult   of  my   thoughts 
 
 Doth   but   enlarge   my  wo ; 
 My   fpirit   languiib.es,  my   heart 
 Is   defolate   and   low. 
 
 5  With   ev'ry    morning    light 
 
 My   forrow   new    begins  : 
 Look   on    my    anguiih   and   my  pair.* 
 And   pardon   all   my   ilns. 
 
 Pause, 
 
 6  Behold  the  hofls   of  hell  ; 
 
 How   cruel   is    their   hate  !'" 
 Againft   my   lite,   they    rife  and  jcia 
 Their   fury   with   deceit. 
 
 7  O   keep  my   foul  from-  death, 
 
 Nor   put   my    hope  to  fhame ; 
 For   I    have   plac'd   my   only   truft* 
 In   my    Redeemer's   name. 
 
 3.  With   humble   faith   I   wait 
 To  fee   thy   face  again  : 
 Of   Ifr'ei   it   mall   ne'er   be  faid. 
 He   fought- the    Lord  in    vain.-. 
 
 P  S   A'  L  M      XXVI. 
 
 Sslf -Examination  /     crj    E-videncfS   of  Grace. 
 
 UDGE  pie,    O  Lord,  and  prove  my  ways? 
 And  try:  my   reins,    and  try    my   heait  5 
 
 EJ 
 
?4  PSALM   XXVlZ 
 
 My    faith    upon    thy    promife    flay.;, 
 Nor   from    thy   law   my    feet   depar;. 
 
 2   I    hate   to   walk,    I    hate   to    fit, 
 With    men   of  vanity    and   lies  ; 
 The  fcoffer  and  the  hypocrite 
 Are   the   abhorrence   of  mine  eyes. 
 
 3  Among   thy   faints    will    I    appear, 
 With    hands    well   wafh'd   in   innocence : 
 But    when    I    Hand    before   thy   bar, 
 The   blood   of  Chrift   is   my   defence. 
 
 4  I    love   thy    habitation,    Lord, 
 
 The    temple,  where   thine   honours   dwell  ; 
 There   iliall    I    hear   thy    holy    word, 
 And   there  thy  wojks   of  wonder   tell. 
 
 5  Let   not   my    foul   be  join'd    at    laft 
 With   men   of  treachery   and  blood, 
 S.nce    I   my    days    on    earth    have   paft 
 Among  the  faints,   and  near   my    God. 
 
 Psalm    XXVII.     Firft  Part. 
 
 "The  Church  is  our  Delight  and  Safety. 
 I  *  I  AHE    I,ord   of  glory   is   my    light, 
 -1     And   my    falvalion    too ; 
 God   is    my   ltrength  ;    nor   will   I   feaJf 
 What   ali   my    foes   can   do. 
 
 %  One   privilege   my   heart    defires  ; 
 O    grant   me   an    abode 
 Among  the    churches    of  thy    faints? 
 The   temples   of  my    God  i 
 
 3  There   fiiall    I    offer   my    requefts, 
 
 And    fee   thy   beauty    ftill  ; 
 Shall    hear   thy    meflages    of  love, 
 And   there   inquire   thy    will. 
 
 4  When   troubles   rife,   and  ftorms    appear., 
 
 The:-  may   his  children  hide  t 
 
F  S  A  L  M    XXVII,  XXIX.    .   $% 
 
 God, has  .a   ftrong    pavilion,  where: 
 He   makes    my   foul   abide. 
 
 5  Now   mall   my   head   be   lifted    high ■• 
 Above   my    foes    around  5 
 And  fongs   of  joy    and   victory 
 Within   thy   temples   found. 
 
 Psalm  XXVII.  Second  Part, 
 
 Prayer   and   Hope. 
 
 I    QOON   as    I    heard    my    Father   fay,. 
 O      Ye   children,  feek    my    grace, 
 My   heart   reply'dj    without    delay, 
 I'll  feek    my  ,  Father's  face. 
 
 Z  Let   not   thy  face  be   hid    from   me3 
 
 Nor   frown    my  foul    away  : 
 
 God  of  my   life,  I-  fly   to.  thee,  . 
 
 In    a   diftrefiing  day.. 
 
 3  Should   friends   and   kirfdred,.  near   and   deary 
 
 Leave    me   to    want   or   die, 
 My   God   would    make    my   life  his   care» 
 And   all   my   need   fuppiy. 
 
 4  My    fainting   flefn    had    dy'd  with   griefs  , 
 
 Had  not    my   foul   believ'd 
 To   fee   thy    grace   provide   relief, 
 
 Nor  was  my ,,  hope   deeeiv'd.  t 
 
 5  Wait   on   the    Lord,  .ye   trembling   faints*  , 
 
 And   keep    your   courage   up ; 
 He'll   raife   your   fpirit    when   it  faints,  . 
 And   far  exceed  your  hope; 
 
 Ps  A  l  m    XXIX.     Long  Metre,  .1 
 
 Stsrm  and  Thunder* 
 
 S    /"">  IVE    to-  the    Lord,    ye  fons   of  fame? 
 V^J   Give   to   the    Lord   renown   and   powtr  J 
 Afcribe   due   honours   to   his   name> 
 'Alid 'his.  eternal  might   adore, 
 
5« 
 
 PS  AL  M   XXX. 
 
 2. The    Lord   proclaims    his   povv'r   aloud* 
 Over   the   ocean    and    the   land ; 
 His    voice    divides    the    wat'ry   cloud* 
 And   light'nings    blaze   at   his   command. 
 
 3   He   fpeaks,  and    tcmpefi,  hail    and   windj 
 Lay  fhe   wide   foreft    bare    around : 
 The   fearful  hart,    and    frighted   hind» 
 Leap    at  the   terror   of  the   found. 
 
 4.  To    Lebanon    he   turns    his   voice, 
 And   lo,    the   ftatcly   cedars   break  ! 
 The   mountains    tremble    at   thG   noifei 
 The   vallies   roar,    the    defarts    quake. 
 
 5  The    Lord   fits    fov'reign    on   the   flood. 
 The   Thund'rer   reigns   forever    King ; 
 But   makes   his   church    his    blefr   abode>- 
 Where   we   his   awful    glories   fing. 
 
 6  In  gentler  language  there  the  Lord 
 The  counfels  of  his  grace  imparts  : 
 Amidft  the  raging  ftorm,  his  word 
 Speaks  peace  and  courage   to  our   hearts* 
 
 P  s  a  l  m     XXX.     Firft  Part. 
 
 Sicknefs    healed,    end   Sorr«iv    removed* 
 Will   extol    thee,    Lord,    on   high; 
 
 I 
 
 At   thy   command    difeafes   fly 
 Ayho  but   a    God   can  fpeak   and   fave 
 From  the   dark   borders    of  the   grave  ? 
 
 2  Sing   to   the    Lord,    ye   faints   of  his, 
 And    tell    how    large    his    goodnefs    is  ; 
 Let   all   your   pow'rs   rejoice    and   blefs» 
 While  you   record   his   holinefs. 
 
 3  His   anger   but    a   moment   ftays ; 
 
 His   love    is    life    and    length    of  days  : 
 Tho    grief  and   tears    the   night    employ* 
 The   morning-itar   reiiores   the  joy. 
 
TSALM   XXX,     XXXI.        57 
 Psalm    XXX.  Second  Part. 
 
 Health,  Sicknefsy  and  Recovery, 
 
 X  "C'IRM  was  my  health,    my  day  was  bright 
 JL     And  I  prefum'd  'twould  ne'er  be  night: 
 Fondly    I    faid   within    my   heart* 
 ««  Pleafure    and  feact  Jhall   ne'er   depart." 
 
 3_But   I    forgot   thine   arm    was   ftrong, 
 
 Which   made   thy  mountain    ftand   fo   long;,' 
 Soon   as   thy  face   began   to   hide,  * 
 
 My  health  was  gone,    my  comforts  dy'd. 
 
 3  I    cry'd   aloud   to   thee,    my    God ! 
 
 ««  What  canft  thou    profit   by   my   blood  ? 
 
 •«  Deep   in    the    dull    can    I    declare 
 
 ««  Thy-  truth,   or  fing.  thy   goodnefs   there? 
 
 4  "  Hear  me,    O    God  of  grace!    (I   faid) 
 
 "  And  bring   me   from    among   the   dead:" 
 Thy   word    rebuk'd   the    pains    I    felt, 
 Thy   pard'ning    love    remov'd  my    guilt. 
 
 5  My   groans,    and   tears,    and   forms   of  woj 
 Are   turn'd   to  joy    and   praifes   now  ; 
 
 I   throw   my   fackcloth   on   the   ground, 
 And   eafe   and   gladne.fs   gird   me   round. 
 
 6  My.  tongue,    the.  glory   of  my.  frame, 
 Shall   ne'er   be   filexit   of  thy  name ; 
 
 Thy  praife  (hall  found  thro'  earth  and  heav'rv? 
 For   fucknefs  heal'd   and   fins   forgiv'n. 
 
 Psa  l  m   XXXI.     FirftPart. 
 
 Deliverance  from    Death. 
 
 I   TNTO   thine   hand,    O    God   of  truth,- 
 X     My   i'pirit    1   commit  ; 
 Thou   haft   redeem'd   my   foul    from   death) 
 And  fav'd   me   from   the   pit> 
 
 A  The   paflions    of  my   hope   and  fear. 
 Maintain'd  4-  double,  ftjife? 
 
$8  PS  A  I  M    XXXI. 
 
 While   forrow,    pain,    and   fin   confpiril 
 To   tak.3   away    my   life. 
 
 3  My    times    are    in    thine   band.,   I    cry'd*. 
 
 Tho    I   dranv   near     the   duji  : 
 Thou   art   the  refuge   where    I    hide, 
 The   God   in   whom    I    truft. 
 
 4  O    make   thy   reconciled    face 
 
 Upon    thy    fervar.t   thine, 
 And   fave  mc   for   thy   mercy's  fake> 
 For    I'm  entirely   thine. 
 
 Pause- 
 
 j  ['Twas   in    my   hafte   my    fpirit   faid» 
 1   mujh   deft>iiir    and   die, 
 J.  am    cut    off  before    thine    eyes  ; 
 But    thou    haft    heard    my   cry. J 
 
 6-  Thy   goodnefs,   how   divinely   free  1 
 How    wond'rous   is    thy    grace, 
 To   thofe  who   fear   thy   Majefty* 
 And   truft    thy   promifes  ! 
 
 j  O    lov§   the    Lord,    all   ye   his    faints, 
 And    fing   his    praifes    loud  ; 
 He'll    lend    his    ear   to    your   complaints* 
 And    recompence   the   proud. 
 
 Psalm    XXXI.    Second  Part. 
 
 Deliverance  from    Slander  and  Reproach. 
 
 1  ]V /f  Y    heart   rejoices   in    thy    name, 
 JlVX      My    God,    my   help,    my    truft  ; 
 Thou   haft    preferv'd    my   face  from    lhamer 
 
 Mine   honour  from   the  duft. 
 
 2  "  My   life  is    fpent   with    grief,    I    cry'd, 
 
 "  My   yecirs   confum'd   in   g'oans, 
 "  My    Itrcngth    decays,    mine  eyes    are    dry'dY 
 "  And   forrow   wattes   my  bcr.es." 
 
 3  Amoiig   mine   enemies,    my   name 
 
 a   mere   proverb    grown* 
 
PS  A  L  M    XXXU.  59 
 
 While   to   my    neighbours   I    became 
 Forgotten    and   unknown. 
 
 .:£  Slander   and    fear  on   ev'ry    fide 
 Seiz'd    and   befat  me    round  : 
 I    to   the   throne   of  grace   apply'dj 
 
 And  ipeedy   refcue  found- 
 
 P  a  u  s  E. 
 
 k>  Hew    great   deliv'rance   thou   haft   wrought 
 Before   the   fons    cf  n.en  ! 
 The   lying   lips   to   filence    brought, 
 And    made  their  boafting    vain  ! 
 
 6  Thy   children    from   the  -ftvife  .  of  tongues,,  . 
 Shall   thy    pavilion   hide ; 
 Guard   them   from    infamy   and   wrougSs 
 And   cruih    the    fons    of  pride. 
 
 5  Within    thy    fecret  prefence,    Lord* 
 Let   me    forever   dwell  j 
 No   fenced    city    walPd   and  barr'd 
 Secures   a   faint   fo   well. 
 
 Psalm    XXXIL     Short  Metre. 
 
 Forgivenefs    of  Sin    vfon    ConfeJJlon, 
 
 I   (~\  Elelfed   fouls    are    they 
 
 V_>/     Whole    fins   are  cover 'd   o'er ! 
 Divinely    bieft»   to   whom   the    Lord 
 Imputes   their  guilt   no   more. 
 
 1  They    mourn   their  follies    paft, 
 
 And    keep    their  hearts   with   care ; 
 Their   lips   and    lives   without    daceit 
 Shall    prove   their   faith  lincere. 
 
 3  While    I  conceal'd   my    guilt, 
 I    felt   the    feft 'ring    wound, 
 'Till    I   conl'efs'd    my   fins   to   thee* 
 And  ready  pardon   found. 
 
Co  PSALM   XXXII. 
 
 4  Let   finners   learn   to  pray,  ^ 
 
 Let  faints   keep    near   the   throne ; 
 Our   help   in   times   of  deep    diftrefs 
 Is   found    in    God   alone. 
 
 Psalm    -XXXII.     Common  Metre. 
 
 ■Free  Pardon  and  Sincere  Obedience  ;     or,   Confejjion 
 
 and    Forgixenefs . 
 j    TTAPPY    the  man   to   whom   his    God 
 11     No    more   imputes   his    fin, 
 But,   wafh'd   in   the    Redeemer's   bloodj 
 Hath  made   his    garments   clean  .' 
 
 1  Happy,   beyond   exprefflon,   he 
 
 Whofe   debts    are   thus    difcharg'd  ! 
 And   from    the  guilty    bondage   free, 
 He   feels   his   foul   enlarg'd. 
 
 3  His   fpirit    hates    deceit   and   lies» 
 
 His   words   are   all    ftneere : 
 He   guards  his   heart,    he   guards   his  eyies; 
 To   keep    his   conference   clear. 
 
 4  While   i    my    inward   guilt   fuppreft, 
 
 No   quiet   could    I    find; 
 Thy    wrath   lay    burning    in   my   breaft, 
 And   rack'd   my    tortur'd    mind. 
 
 5  Then    1    confefs'd   my   troubled   thoughts* 
 
 My    ifceret    fins   reveal'd  ; 
 Thy   pard'ning   grace   forgave   my    faults* 
 Thy   love   my    pardon    feal'd. 
 
 6  This    fliall   invite  thy   faints    to    pray  ; 
 
 While,    like  •  a  reging   riood, 
 Temptations    rife,    our  ftreugih    and   ftajr 
 Is   a  forgiving    God. 
 
 Psalm     XXXII.     Firft  Part. 
 
 Repentance  and  free  Pard-jn  ;     or,  fuf  if  cation  and 
 
 SanElif cation. 
 i   T>LEST    is  the   man,    forever   blcft, 
 XJ  Whofe  guilt   is   paidon'd  by    his   Go&> 
 
PSALM   XXXII,  'XXXIII.      % 
 
 Whofe   fms   with   forrow  are   confefs'd, 
 And  cover'd   with    a    Saviour's    blood. 
 
 a  Bleft    is   the   man,    to   whom    the   Lord 
 Imputes    not    his  iniquities  ; 
 He    pleads   no   merit  of  reward, 
 And  not    on   works,    but   grace,    relies. 
 
 3  FV%m    guile   his   heart  and   lips  are   free  : 
 His    humble  joy,    his    holy   fear, 
 
 With   deep    repentance    well    agree, 
 And  join   to    prove   his  /aith    finCere. 
 
 4  How   glorious    is   that   righteoufnefs 
 Which    hides    and   cancels    all   his    fins  ? 
 While   a   bright    evidence   of  grace 
 Thro'  his  whole   life  appears  and  ihines. 
 
 Psalm  XXXII.  Second  Part.  Long  Metre. 
 
 A  guilty   Conference  eafed  by  Confejfion  and  Pardon, 
 I   TX7HILE    I  keep   lilence,    and  conceal 
 W     My   heavy    guilt  within    my   heart, 
 
 What  torments    doth    my   confeience  feel !. 
 
 What   agonies    of  inward    fmart  ! 
 
 ws,  I    fpread    my  fins  before  the    Lord, 
 And  all  my  fecret  faults  confefs  ; 
 Thy  gofpel  fpeaks  a  pard'ning  word? 
 Thy  Holy  Spirit  feals  the  grace. 
 
 3  For  this  fhail  ev'ry  humble  foul 
 Make  fwift'addreiles  to  thy  feat ; 
 When  floods  ox  huge  temptations  roll, 
 There  {hall  tney  find  a  bieft  retreat. 
 
 4  How  fafe  beneath  thy  wings  T  lie, 
 
 Wnen  days  grow  dark,  and  ftofms  appear  ! 
 And  when  I  walk,  thy  watchful  eye 
 Shall  guide  me  fafe  from  ev'ry  fnare. 
 
 Psalm  XXXHL   FirftPart.  Com. Metre, 
 
 JVorks  of  Creation  and  Providence, 
 
 1   Y$  EJ°iCE>  ye-righteous,  in  the  Lord? 
 £\.  This  work  belongs  to  vou  : 
 
6i  PSALM    XXXIII. 
 
 Sing  of  his  name,  his  ways,  his  word* 
 How  holy,  juft  and  true. 
 
 2  His  mercy  and  his  righteoufnefs 
 
 Let  heav'n  and  earth  proclaim  ; 
 His  works  of  nature  and  of  grace 
 Reveal  his  wond'rous  name. 
 
 3  His  wifdom  and  almighty  word 
 
 The  heav'nly  arches  fpread  ; 
 And  by  the  Spirit  of  the  Lord 
 Their  mining  holts  were  made. 
 
 4  He  bade  the  liquid  waters  flow  . 
 
 To  their  appointed  deep  ; 
 The  flowing  leas  their  limits  know* 
 And  their  own  itation  keep. 
 
 5  Ye  tenants  of  the  fpacious  earth, 
 
 With  fear  before  him  ft  and  : 
 He  fpake,  and  nature  took  its  birth, 
 And  refts  on  his  command. 
 
 C  He  fcorns  the  angry  nations'  rage, 
 And  breaks  their  vain  defigns  ; 
 His  counfel  Hands  thro'  ev'ry  age, 
 And  in  full  glory  mines. 
 
 Psalm  XXXIII.  Second  Part.  Com.  Metre- 
 
 Creatures  iminy  av.d  God  all-fujfic'ier?t. 
 
 i    T>  LEST  is  the  nation  where  the  Lord 
 -O  Hath  fix'd  his  glorious  throne; 
 Where  he  reveals  his  heav'nly  word, 
 And  calls  their  tribes  his  own. 
 
 B  His  eye,  with  infinite  furvey. 
 
 Does  the  whole  world  behold  ; 
 He  form'd  us  all  of  equal  clay, 
 And  knows  our  feeble  mouki 
 
 g   Kings  are  not  refcu'd  by  the  forte 
 Qi  armiesi  from  the  gra  e: 
 
PSALM    XXXIII.  63. 
 
 Nor  fpeed  nor  courage  of  a  horfe 
 Gan  the  bold  rider  fave. 
 
 4.  Vain  is  the  flrength  of  beafts  or  men> 
 To  hope  for  fafety  thence  ; 
 But  hely  fouls  from  God  obtain 
 .  A  ftrong  and  fure  defence. 
 
 5   God  is  their  fear,  and  God  their  truft3 
 When  plagues  or  famine  fpread  ; 
 His  watchful  eye  fecures  the  juit. 
 Among  ten  thoufand  dead. 
 
 6-  Lord,  let  our  hearts  in  thee  rejoice. 
 And  blsfs  us  from  thy  throne  ; 
 For  we  have  made  thy  word  our  choke* 
 And  truft  thy  grace  alone. 
 
 P  s  a  l  m-   XXXIII.     As  the  1 13th  Pialm* 
 Firft  Part.      Par.  Metre. 
 
 Works  of  Creation  and  Providence. 
 1  "V^E  holy  fouls,  in  God  rejoice, 
 
 X     Your  Maker's  praife  becomes  your  voice5 
 
 Great  is  your  theme,  your  fongs  be  new  ; 
 Sing  of  his  name,  his  word,  his  ways, 
 His  works  of  nature  and  of  grace, 
 How  wife  and  holy,  juft  and  true  ! 
 
 %  jnftice  and  truth  he  ever  loves, 
 
 "And  the  whole  earth  his  goodnefs  proves, 
 
 His  word  the  heav'nly  arches  fpread  ;  . 
 How  wide  they  mine  from  north  to  fouth  ! 
 And  by  the  fpirit  of  his  mouth 
 
 Were  all  the  ft  any  armies  made* 
 
 3.  He  gathers  the  wide  flowing  feas  ; 
 
 Thofe  wat'ry  treafures  know  their  place 
 
 In  the  vaft  ftore-houfe  of  the  deep  - 
 He  fpake,  and  gave  ail  nature  birth, 
 r    And  fires,  and  leas,  and  heav'n  and  «arths> 
 His.  everlafting  orders  keep. 
 
64    PSALM    XXXIII,    XXXIV. 
 
 4  Let  mortals  tremble,  and  adore 
 A  GoJ  offuch  ;-.:  ow'r, 
 
 Nor  dare  indulge  their  feeble  rage  : 
 Vain  are  your  thoughts,  and  weak  your  hands* 
 But  his  eternal  co  uds, 
 
 And  rules  the  v  m  age  to  age. 
 
 Psalm  XXXIII.  Second  Part.  Par.  Met, 
 
 Creatures  valn%  and  God  all-fufficicnt. 
 j.  /^\  HAPPY  nation,  where  the  Lord 
 V_>J   Reveals  the  treafure  of  his  word. 
 
 And  builds  his  church,  his  earthly  throne  V 
 His  eye  the  heathen  world  fu.rveys, 
 Yit  form'd  their  hearts,  he  knows  their  ways, 
 But  God  their  Maker  is  unknown. 
 
 a  Let  kings  rely  upon  their  heft, 
 
 And  of  his  ftrength  the  champion  boaft  ; 
 
 In  vain  they  boaft,  in  vain  reiy  ; 
 In  vain  we  truft  the  brut?.l  force, 
 Or  fpeed  or  courage  of  a  hori'e, 
 
 To  guard  his  rider,  or  to  fijr. 
 
 3,  The  eye  of  thy  companion,  Lord, 
 'Doth  more  fecure  defence  afford 
 
 When  death,  or  dangers,  threat 'ning  ftand* 
 Thy  watchful  eye  preserves  tlie  iuir, 
 Who  make  thy  name  their  fear  and  truft, 
 When  wars  or  famine  waite  the  land. 
 
 \  In  ileknefs  or  the  bloody  fit  Id, 
 
 Thou  our  phyilcian,  thou  our  fhield, 
 I  us  faivation  from  thy  throne  : 
 We  wait  to  fee  thj  is  thine  \ 
 
 L.t  us  icjoice  in  help  divine. 
 For  all  our  hope  is  Gpd  alone. 
 
 Psalm  XXXi  V.  Firlt  Part.  Long  Metre. 
 
 G  d's  Care  of  the  Saints  ,  or,  Deliverance  ly  Prayer. 
 i    T    ORD,   I  will  bU  all  my  days, 
 
 L-rf  Thy  praife  lkaii  dwell  upon  my  t( 
 
PS  AL  M   XXXIV.  65 
 
 MV  foul  fnaii  glory  in  thy  grace, 
 While  faints  rejoice  to  hear  the  fong. 
 
 2  Come,  magnify  the  Lord  with  mej 
 Come,  let  us  all  exalt  his  name  3 
 I  fought  th'  eternal  God,  and  he 
 Has  not  expos  :d  my  hope  to  fhame. 
 
 •    '  cold  him- all  my  fecret  grief; 
 My  fecret  groaning  reach'd  his  ears  j 
 He  gave  my  inward  pains  relief, 
 And  calm 'd- the  tumult  of  my  fears. 
 
 4  To  him  the  poor  lift  up  their  eyes, 
 Their  faces  feel  the  heav'nly  fhine; 
 A  beam  of  mercy  from  the  fkies 
 Fills  them  with  light  and  joy  divine. 
 
 5  His  holy  angels  pitch  theH  tents 
 Around  the  men  who  ferve  the  Lord  : 
 O  fear  and  love  him,  all  ye  faints  ; 
 Tafte  of  his  grace,  and  truix  his  word  ! 
 
 ■6  The  wild  young  lions,  pinch'd  with  pain 
 And  hunger,  roar  through  all  the  wood  : 
 Eut  none  ihall  feek  the  Lord  in  vain, 
 Nor  want  fupplies  of  real  good. 
 
 Psal  m  XXXIV.  Second  Part.  Long  Metre, 
 
 Religious  Education  ;  cr,  IriJIrutli'jns  of  Piety. 
 1    /""^  HILDREN,  in  years  and  knowledge  young, 
 V^y    Your  parents'  hope,  your  parents'  joy. 
 Attend  the  counfeisrof  my  tongue, 
 Let  pious  thoughts  your  minds  employ. 
 
 2'  If  you  defire  a  length  of  days, 
 
 And  peace  to  crown  your  mortal  ft-re. 
 Restrain  your  feet  from  impious  ways.5 
 Your  lips  from  fiander  and  deceit, 
 
 3   The  eyes  of  God  regard  his  faints^ 
 ,   Hjs  ears  are  open  to  their  cries  j 
 F    v 
 
66  PSALM   XXXIV 
 
 He'fets  His  frowning  face  againft 
 The  fons  of  violence  and  lies.  v 
 
 4  To  humble  fouls  and  broken  hearts. 
 
 Cod  with  his  grace  is  ever  nigh  ; 
 Pardon  and  hope  his  love  imparts, 
 When  men  in  deep  contrition  lie. 
 
 5  He  tells  their  tears,  he  counts  their  groans. 
 His  Son  redeems  their  fouls  from  death  ; 
 His  Spirit  heals  their  broken  bones, 
 They  in  his  praife  employ  liieir  breath. 
 
 Psalm  XXXIV.   Firft  Part.  Com.  Metre, 
 
 Prayer  and  praife  for  eminent  Deliverance. ' 
 a    T'LL  blefs  the  Lord  from  day  to  day; 
 JL    How  good  are  all  his  wfys  ! 
 Ye  humble  fouls,  (who  ufe  to  pray, 
 
 Come,  help  my  lips  to  praife. 
 
 a  Sing  to  the  honor  of  his  name, 
 How  a  poor  firmer  cry'd  ! 
 Nor  was  his  hope  expos'd  to  fhame, 
 Nor  was  his  fuit  deny'd. 
 
 j  When  threat 'ning  forrows  round  me  flood, 
 And  cmllefs  fears  arole, 
 Lite  the  loud  billows  of  a  flood, 
 Redoubling  all  my  woes  ; 
 
 4  1  told  the  Lord  my  lore  diftrefs, 
 
 With  heavy  groans  and  tears  ; 
 He  gave  my  liiarpeft  torments  eafe, 
 And  liienc'u  all  my  fears.. 
 
 Pause. 
 
 5  [O  tinners,  come  and  tafte  his  love,  • 
 
 Come,   learn  hi-  pleaianr  ways,  ' 
 A;'  ■  let  your  own  exper'enee  prove 
 -..-  fwcetnel's  of  his  grace. 
 
 5  He  bids  his  angels  pitch  'heir  tents 
 Jftd  v. licit  his  children  dwell ; 
 
P'S  ALU   XXXr.%  67: 
 
 What  ills  their  heav'nly  care  prevents* 
 No  earthly  tongue  can  tcii.]  . 
 
 ft\0  love  the  Lord,  ye  faints  of  his  f 
 His  eye  regards  the  juft. 
 How  richly  bleft  their  portion  is. 
 Who  make  trie- Lord  their  truft. 
 
 S  Young  lions?  pinchM'with  hunger,  roar, 
 And  famiih  in  the  wood  : 
 But  God  fupplies  his  holy  poor, 
 With  ev'ry  needful  good.] 
 
 Ps  a  l  m  XX  XIV.  Second  Part.Com.  Metre* 
 
 Exhortation  to  Pease  and  Holinefs. 
 
 i    f~^  OME,  children?  learn  to  fear  the  Lord/ 
 \-J    And  that  your  days  be  long, 
 Let  not  a  falfe  or  fpiteful  word 
 Be  found  upon  your  tongue. 
 
 2  Depart  from  mifchief,  practife  love, 
 
 Purfue  the  works  of  peace  : 
 So  (hall  the  Lord  your  ways  approves 
 And  fet  your  fouls  at  eafe. 
 
 3  His  eyes  awake  to  guard  the  juft, 
 
 His  ears  attend  their  cry  : 
 When  broken  foirits  dwell  in  dufi, 
 The  God  of  grace  is  nigh. 
 
 jpWhaf  tho  the  forrows  here  they  tafle- 
 Are  {harp  and  tedious  too  ? 
 The  Lord*  who  faves  them  all  at  lafty 
 Is  their  fupporter  now. 
 
 5^  Evil  mail  fmite  the  wicked  dead  ; 
 But  God  fecures  his  own  ; 
 Prevents  the  mifchief  when  they  flide7 
 Or  heals  the  broken  bone. " 
 
 6 -:' "When  defolation,  like  a  flood, 
 O'er  the  proud  firmer  roils? 
 
68  PSALM    XXX 
 
 Saints  find  a  refuge  in  their  Gsd, 
 For  he  redeems  their  fouls. 
 
 Fsalm  XXXV.   Firft  Part.  Com.  Metre. 
 
 Prayer  and  Faith  of  perfecuted  Saints  ;     or.   Itnpre-^ 
 
 cations  mixt  vjitb  Charity. 
 i    "VJOW  plead  my  caufe,  almighty  God> 
 IM    With  all  the  fons  of  ftrife  ; 
 And  fight  againlt  the  men  of  blood, 
 Who  fight  againft  my  life. 
 
 a  Draw  out  thy  fpear  and  flop  their  way, 
 Lift  thine  avenging  rod  ; 
 But  to  my  foul  in  mercy  fay, 
 /  am  thy  Saviour,  God. 
 
 3-  They  plant  their  fnares  to  catch  my  feet, 
 And  nets  of  mifchref  fpread  : 
 Plunge  the  deftroyers  in  the  pit 
 
 Which  their  own  hands  have  made. 
 
 4  Let  fogs  and  darknefs  hide  theit  way, 
 And  fiipp'ry  be  their  ground  : 
 Thy  wrath  fhall  make  their  lives  a  prey> 
 And  all  their  rage  confound. 
 
 They  fly  like  chaff  before  the  wind* 
 
 Before  thine  angry  breath  ; 
 The  angel  of  the  Lord  behind, 
 
 Puvfues  them  down  to  death. 
 
 6-  They  love  the  road  which  leads  to  hell  \ 
 Then  let  the  rebels  die, 
 Whole  malice  is  implacable 
 Againlt  the  Lord  mofl  high. 
 
 7  But,  if  thou  haft  a  chofen  few 
 Am*r.ig  that  impious  race, 
 Divide  them  from  the  bloody  crew- 
 By  thy  iurpriling  grace. 
 
 I  Then  will  I  raife  my  tuneful  voice 
 To  make  thy  wonders  known  : 
 
 5 
 
PSALM    XXXV,   XXXVI.      69, 
 
 In  their  falvation  I'll  rejoice, 
 And  b£e&  thee  for  ray  own. 
 
 P  s  a  l  m  XXXV.  Second  Part.  Com.  Metro. 
 
 Love  to  Enemies  ;     or,    the  Love  of  Ckr'ijl  to  Sinnzrg^ 
 
 '       typified  ?'#  David. 
 I  T>  EHOLD  the  love,  the  gen'rous  love, 
 JD  Which  holy  David  (hows  ! 
 Hark,  how  his  founding  bowels  move 
 7'o  his  afflicted  foes  1 
 
 &  .When  they  are  fick,  his  foul  complains*^ 
 And  feems  to  feel  the Tmatft  4 
 
 The  fpirit  of  the  gofpel  reigns, 
 And  melts  his  pious  heart. 
 
 3  How  did  his  flowing  tears  condoles 
 
 As  for  a  brother  dead  ! 
 And  tailing  mortify 'd  his  foul,  \ 
 While  for  their  life  he  pray'd, 
 
 4  They  groan'd,  and  curs'd  him  ontlisir  hc«!*i_. 
 
 Yet  ftiil  he  pleads  and  mourns  ; 
 And  double  bleffings  on  hishead  . 
 The  righteous  Lord  returns.. 
 
 5  .O  glorious  type  of  heavrniy  grace!  -. 
 
 Thus  Chrift  the  Lord  appears  ; 
 While  finners  curie,  the  Saviour  prays*^ 
 And  pities  them  with  tears  ! 
 
 6  He,  the  true  David,  Ifrael's  Kings 
 
 Bleft  and  beiqv.'d  of  God, 
 To  fave  us  rebels  dead  in  fin,  t 
 Paid  his  own  deareft  blood.. 
 
 Psalm    XXXVI.     Long  Metre, 
 
 The  PerfeBions  and  Providence  of  God  ;   or,  Gerietat* 
 
 Provide};ce  and  Special  Grace. 
 1  .¥  JIGH  in  the  heav'ns,  eternal  God, 
 X~l ,  Thy  goodnefsin  full  glory -lhi$es.; 
 
7o  P  S  A  L  M    XXXVI. 
 
 Thy  truth  fhali  break  thro'  ev'ry  cloud 
 Which  veils  and  darkens  thy  defigns. 
 
 «.  Forever  firm  thy  juftlce  ftands, 
 
 As  mountains  their  foundations  keep  j 
 Wife  are  the  wonders  of  thy  hands, 
 Thy  judgments  are  a  mighty  dec;). 
 
 3  Thy  providence  is  kind  and  large, 
 Both  man  and  beaft  thy  bounty  lhare  ; 
 The  whole  creation  is  thy. charge, 
 But  faiuts  are  thy  peculiar  care, 
 
 4  My  God  !  how  excellent  thy  grace, 
 Whence  all  our  hope  or  comfort  fprings  ? 
 The  fons  of  Adam  in  diftrefs 
 
 Fly  to  the  fhadow  of  thy  wings. 
 
 y  From' the  provifions  of  thy  hou;e 
 We  fhall  be  fed  with  fweet  ropaft  ;. 
 There  mercy,  like  a  river,   flows, 
 And  brings  lalvation  to  our  tafte. 
 
 6  Life,  like  a  fountain,  rich  and  free, 
 Springs  from  the  prefence  of  the  Lord; 
 And  in  thy  light  our  fouls  (hall  fee 
 The  glories  proinis'd  in  thy  word. 
 
 P  s  a  l  m  XXXVI.     Common  Metre. 
 
 Pratlical  Atheifm  expofed  ;   or^  the  Being  and  Aftt  i- 
 iutes  of  God  ajferted. 
 
 I  "\X  THILE  men  grow  bold  in  wicked  ways, 
 VV     And  yet  a  God  they  own, 
 My  heart  within  me  often  fays, 
 Their  thoughts  believe  thereZ*  none. 
 
 a.The'-r  thoughts  and  ways  at  once  declare* 
 
 (Whate'er  their  lips  profefs) 
 4     God  hath  no  wrath  for  them  to  fear, 
 
 Nor  will  they  leek  his  grace.    . 
 
 £,  What  ftrange  felf-flatt'ry  blinds  their  eyes  ' 
 Bui  there's  a  havVuing  hour, 
 
PSALM    XXXVI.  ,71 
 
 '-"When  they  fhalf  fee,  with  fore  furprife, 
 The  terrors  of  thy  pow'r. 
 
 ■jft  Thy  juftice  fhall  maintain  its  throne» 
 Tho  mountains  melt  away  : 
 Thy  judgments  are  a  world  unknown, 
 A  deep  unfathom'd  fea. 
 
 ^  Above  thefe  heaven's  created  rounds. 
 Thy  mercies,  Lord,  extend  : 
 Thy  truth  out-lives  the  narrow  bounds 
 Where  time  and  nature  end. 
 
 6  Safety  to  man  thy  goodnefs  brings, 
 Nor  overlooks  the  beaft ; 
 Beneath  the  fnadow  of  thy  wings 
 Thy  children  choofe  to  reft. 
 
 *j  From  thee,  when  creature  ftreams  run  fow-j, 
 And  mortal  comforts  die, 
 Perpetual  fprings  of  life  fhall  flow, 
 And  raife  our  pleafures  high. 
 
 S  Tho  all  created  light  decay, 
 And  death  clofe  up  our  eyes, 
 Thy  prefence  makes  eternal  day, 
 Where  clouds  can  never  rife. 
 
 Psalm    XXXVI.     Short  Metre. 
 
 "The  V/ickednefs   of  Man,    and    the  Majefiy  ofG&d; 
 or,   PraBical  Atheifm  expo  fed. 
 'KEN  man  grows  bold  in  fin, 
 My  heart  within  me  cries, 
 He  hath  no  faith  of  God  ixsithin^ 
 Is  or  fear  before' his  eyes. 
 
 ■3  [He  walks  a  while  conceal  'd 
 In  a  felf-liatt'ring  dream, 
 '  Till  his  dark  crimes,  at  once  reveai'dr 
 Expofe  his  Tiateful  name.] 
 
 3'His  heart  is  falfe  and  foul, 
 
 His  words  are  fmooth  and  iair  ; 
 
*ji  PSALM   XXXVII, 
 
 Wifdom  is  banifn'd  from  his  foul, 
 And  leaves  no  goodnefs  there. 
 
 y|  He  plots  upon  his  bed, 
 
 New  mifchiefs  to  fulfil  ; 
 He  fe-:s  his  heart,  and  hand)  and  heads 
 To  praciile  all  that's  ill. 
 
 5  But  there's  a  dreadful  God, 
 
 Tho  men  renounce  Ins  fear: 
 His  juftice,  hid  behind  the  cloud, 
 Shall  one  great  day  appear. 
 
 6  His  truth  tranfcends  the  fky, 
 
 In  heav'n  his  mercies  dwell ; 
 Peep  as  the  fea  his  judgments  lie* 
 His  anger  burns  to  hell. 
 
 7  How  excellent  his  love, 
 
 Whence  all  our  fatety  fprings  ! 
 O  never  let  my  foul  remove 
 From  underneath  his  wings. 
 
 Psalm  XXXVII.  Firft  Part.  Com.  Met, 
 
 TSe  Cure  of  Envy,  Fritfulrrefs  and  Unbelief ;  or,  the 
 Rewards  of  the  Righteous  and  the  Wicked  ;  cr, 
 the  World's  Hatred^  and  the  faints'  Patience, 
 
 i   TI  THY  mould  1  vex  my  foul,  and  frtt 
 V\      To  fee  the  wicked  rile  ? 
 Or  envy  tinners  waxing  great 
 By  violence  and  lies  ? 
 
 a  As  fiow'ry  grafs  cut  down  at  noon, 
 Before  the  ev'nihg  fades, 
 So  (hall  their  glories  vanilh  foon, 
 In  everlafting  ilia  I 
 
 3  Then  let  me  make  the  Lord  my  truft, 
 
 And  practife  all  that's  good  : 
 So  ihall  I  dwell  among  the juft, 
 And  hc'il  provide  me  fot)d. 
 
 4  I  to  my  God  my  ways  commit. 
 
 And,  cheerful,  %vait  his  will; 
 
PSALM    XXXVII.  73 
 
 Th/  hand?  which  guides  my  doubtful  feat* 
 Shall  my  defires  fulfil; 
 
 5  Mine  innocence  (halt  thou  difplay, 
 
 And  make  thy  judgments  known, 
 Fair  as  the  light  of  dawning  day, 
 And  glor'ous  as  the  noon. 
 
 6  The  meek,  at  laft,  the  earth  poffefs, 
 
 And  are  the  heirs  of  heav'n  ; 
 True  riches,  with  abundant  peace. 
 To  humble  fouls  are  giv'n. 
 
 *j  Reft  in  the  Lord,  and  keep  his  way,     .    , 
 Nor  let  your  anger  rife, 
 Tho  Providence  mould  long  delay 
 To  punifh  haughty  vice. 
 
 13   Let  finners  join  to  break  your  peace, 
 And  plot,  and  rage,  and  foam  ; 
 The  Lord  derides  them,  for  he  fees 
 Their  day  of  vengeance  come. 
 
 9  They,  have  drawn  out  the  threat'ning  fword, 
 
 Have  bent  the  murd'rous  bow, 
 To  flay  the  men  who  fear  the  Lord, 
 And  bring  the  righteous  low. 
 
 10  My  Cod  fhall  break  their  bows,  and  burn 
 
 Their  perfecuting  darts, 
 Shall  their  own  fwords  againil  them  turn, 
 And  pain  furprife  their  hearts. 
 
 Psalm  XXXVII.    2d  Part.    Cora.  Metre. 
 
 Charity  to  the  Poor  ;  or,  Religion  in  Words  and  Deed:- 
 I   1I,THY  clo  the  wealthy  wicked  boaft, 
 V  /  .      And  grow  profanely  bold  ? 
 The  meaneft  portion  of  the  jufl 
 Excels  the  iianer's  gold. 
 
 2-  The  wicked  borrows  of  his  friends? 
 But  ne'er  tldigns  to  pay  : 
 G 
 
?4  PSALM    XXXVII. 
 
 The  faint  is  merciful,  and  lends, 
 Nor  turns  the  poor  away. 
 
 5  His  alms,  with  lib'ral  heart,  he  gives 
 Among  the  fons  of  need  ; 
 His  mem'ry  to  long  ages  lives, 
 And  blefied  is  his  feed. 
 
 4  His  lips  ahhor  to  talk  profane» 
 
 To  flander  or  defraud  ; 
 His  ready  tongue  declares  to  men 
 What  he  has  learn'd  of  God. 
 
 5  The  law  and  gofpel  of  the  Lord 
 
 Deep  in  his  heart  abide  ; 
 Led  by  the  fpirit  and  the  word- 
 Kis  feet  fhall  never  Hide. 
 
 6  When  finners  fall,  the  righteous  ftandi 
 
 Freferv'd  from  ev'ry  fnare  ; 
 They  lhall  poilefs  the  promis'd  land. 
 And  dwell  forever  there. 
 
 Psalm  XXXVIL   3d  Part.  Com.  Metre. 
 
 The  Way  and  End  of  the  Righteous  and  the  Wicked. 
 
 1  TVyf  Y  God,  the  fteps  of  pious  men 
 i.VJL     Are  order'd  by  thy  will ; 
 Tho  they  fhould  fall,  they  rife  again, 
 
 Thy  hand  fnpports  them  £1:11/ 
 
 2  The  Lord  delights  to  fee  their  ways, 
 
 Their  virtus  he  approves  : 
 He'll  ne'er  deprive  them  of  his  grace* 
 Nar  leave  the  men  he  loves. 
 
 2  The  heav'nly  heritage  is  theirs, 
 Their  portion  and  their  hoi 
 Ke  feeds  them  how,  and  makes  them  heir':. 
 Of  bleliingb  long  to  coii.-j. 
 
 4  Wait  on  the  Lord,  ye  fons  or  men, 
 N01  fear,, when  tyrants  frown* 
 
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 rSJLM    XXXVIIL'  7$ 
 
 Ye  fliall  confefs  their  pride  wat  vaki-^ 
 When  juftice  cafts  them  down. 
 
 P  A  V   S   S. 
 
 The  haughty  {inner  have  T  feen» 
 
 Not  fearing  man  nor  God? 
 Like  a  tall  bay-tree,  fair  and  green? 
 
 Spreading  his  arms  abroad. 
 
 6  And  lo,  he  vanifli'd  from  the  groundr 
 Deftroy'd  by  hands  unfeen  ! 
 Nor  root,  nor  branch,  nor  leaf  was  found* 
 Where  ail  that  pride  had  been. 
 
 7-  But  mark  the  man  of  righteoufnefs, 
 His  fev'ral  fteps  attend  ; 
 True  pleai'ure  runs  through  all  his  ways. 
 And  peaceful  is  his  end. 
 
 Psalm  XXXVIII.     Com.  Met*e. 
 
 Guilt  of  Conference,  and  Relief;  or,  Repentance  a*<£ 
 Prayer  for  Pardon  and  Health. 
 
 i     A  MIDST  thy  wrath,  remember  love; 
 m~\     Reftore  thy  fervant,  Lord  ; 
 Nor  let  a  father's  chaft'ning  prove 
 Like  an  avenger's  fword. 
 
 ■2  Thine  arrows  ftick  within  rny  hearts 
 My  flefh  is  forely  preft  :  ■ 
 Between  the  forrow  and  the  fmarJ^ 
 My  fp.irit  iinds  no  reft. 
 
 3  My  fins  a  heavy  load  appear,    ' 
 
 And  o'er  my  head  are  gone ; 
 Too  heavy  they  for  me  to  bear* 
 
 Too  hard  for  me  t'  atone, 
 i 
 
 4  My.  thoughts  are  like  a  troubled  fe*i 
 
 My  head  ftill  bending  down  ; 
 And  I  go  mourning  all  the  day 
 Beneath  my  Father's  frown.  » 
 
76  PSALM    XXXIX. 
 
 5  Lord,  I  am  weak  and  broken  fore, 
 
 None  of  my  pow'rs  are  whole  ; 
 The  inward  anguifh  makes  me  roar> 
 7  he  anguifh  of  my  foul. 
 
 6  All  my  defire  to  thee  is  known, 
 
 Thine  eye  counts  ev'ry  tear  ; 
 And  ev'ry  figh»  and  ev'ry  groan, 
 Is  notic'd  by  thine  ear. 
 
 7  Thou  art  my  God,  my  only  hope  ; 
 
 My  God  will  hear  my  cry, 
 My  God  will  bear  my  fpirit  up 
 When  fatan  bids  me  die. 
 
 8  [My  foot  is  ever  apt  to  Aide, 
 
 My  foes  rejoice  to  fee't  ; 
 They  raife  their  pleaiure  and  their  piide, 
 \then  they  fupplant  my  feet. 
 
 9  But  I'll  confefs  my  guilt  to  thee, 
 
 And  grieve  for  all  my  fin  : 
 I'll  mourn,  how  weak  my  graces  be» 
 And  beg  fupport  divine 
 
 io  My  God,  forgive  my  follies  paft, 
 And  oe  fore  -cr  nigh  ; 
 0  Lord  of  my  falvation,  ha$e, 
 Before  thy  lervant  die.] 
 
 Psalm  XXXIX.     id  Part.    Com.  Met. 
 
 Waichfulntfs  over  the  T-Jtrgue  ;  or,  Pruder.ce  ~S  ZeaJ , 
 
 i   rTH'HUS  I  refolv'd  before  the  Lord, 
 X       '«  Now  will  I  watch  my  tongue, 
 ««  Left  I  let  (lip  one  finful  word, 
 •*  Or  do  my  neighbour  wrong." 
 
 a  An!  if  I'm  e'er  conftrain'd  to  fb 
 •With  men  oC  lives  profane, 
 I'll  lit  a  double  guard  that  day» 
 Ncr  let  my  talk  be  vain. 
 
P  S  A  L  M   XXXIX. 
 
 9  V\\  fcarce  allow  my  lips  to  fpeafc 
 The  pious  thoughts  I  feel, 
 Left  fcoffers  mould  th'  occafion  take 
 To  mock  my  holy  zeal. 
 
 4  Yet  if  fome  proper  hour  appear, 
 I'll  not  be  over-aw'd, 
 But  let  the  fcofflng  finners  heat 
 That  I  can  fpeak  for  God. 
 
 Psalm   XXXIX.    2d  Part.    Com.  Metre, 
 
 Tb;  Vanity  of  Man  as  mortal. 
 
 i.  '  I^EACH  me  the  meafure  of  my  days, 
 X       Thou  Maker  of  my  frame  ; 
 I  would  furvey  life's  narrow  fpacev 
 And  learn  how  frail  I  am. 
 
 2-  A  fpan  is  all  which  Ave  can  boaft> 
 An  inch  or  two  of  time  : 
 Man  is  but  vanity  and  duft, 
 In  all  his  ncw'r  and  prime.- 
 
 3  See  the  vain  race  of  mortals  move? 
 
 Like  fhadows,.  o'er  the  plain  ; 
 They  rage  and  ffcrive,  denre  and  icve> 
 But  all  their  noife  is  vain. 
 
 4  Some  walk  in  honour's  gaudy  mow  ; 
 
 Some  dig  for  golden  ore  ; 
 They  toil  for  heirs,  they  know  not  who,?. 
 And  ftrait  are  feen  no  more. 
 
 5.  What  could  I  w-ifh  or  wait  for  then, 
 .From  creatures,  earth  and  duft  I 
 They  make  our  expectations  vain, 
 And  difappoint  our  truft. 
 
 b  Now. I  forbid  my  carnal  hope, 
 My  fond  deiires  recall ; 
 ,i--give  my  mortal  int'reft  up, 
 And  make  my  God  my  all,-. 
 G    2, 
 
78         PSJ  L  M    XXXIX,    XL, 
 Psalm    XXXIX.    5J  Part.    Com.  Metre. 
 
 Sick-Bed  Devotion  ;  or,  Pleading  'without  Repining. 
 K  jT^  OD  of  my  life,    lock  gently  down, 
 
 VT     Behold  the  pains  I  feel ; 
 
 But  I  am  dumb  before  thy  throne, 
 Nor  dare  difpute  thy  will. 
 
 2.  Difjafes  are  thy  fervants,   Lord, 
 They  come  at  thy  command  : 
 I'll  not  attempt  a  raurm'ring  word 
 Againft  thy  chaff  ning  hand. 
 
 3  Yet  may  I  plead  with  humble  cries, 
 
 Remove  thy  (harp  rebukes  : 
 My  ftiength  conftmies,  my  fpirit  dies, 
 Through  thy  repeated  ftrokes. 
 
 4  Cruih'd,  as  the  moth,  beneath  thy  hand, 
 
 We  moulder  to  the  dull ; 
 Our  feeble  pow'rs  can  ne'er  withftand, 
 And  all  our  beauty's  loft. 
 
 5.  [This  mortal  life  decays  apace  ; 
 How  foon  the  bubble's  broke  ! 
 Adam,  and  all  "his  num'rous  race, 
 Are  vanity  and  fmoke.] 
 
 6  I'm  but  a  fojourner  below, 
 
 As  all  my  fathers  were ; 
 May  I  be  well  prepar'd  to  go, 
 When  I  the  fummons  hear  ! 
 
 7  But  if  my  life  be  fpar'd  awhile 
 
 Before  my  laft  remove, 
 Thy  praife  fhall  be  my  bus'nefs  ftill, 
 And  I'll  declare jthy  love. 
 
 Psalm  XL.     ift  Part.    Com.  Metre, 
 
 1     H 
 
 A  Song  of Deliverance  from  great  Dijirefs,   • 
 WAITED  patient  for  the  Lord, 
 bow'tf  to  hear  my  cry. 
 
 . 
 
P  S  A  L  M    XL.  79 
 
 He  faw  rne  refting  on  his  word, 
 And  brought  falvation  nigh. 
 
 2,  He  raisM  me  from  a  horrid  pit, 
 Where  mourning  long  I  lay, 
 And  from  my  bonds  releas'd  my  feet* 
 Deep  bonds  of  miry  clay. 
 • 
 
 3  Firm  on  a  rock  he  made  me  fland, 
 
 And  taught  my  cheerful  tongue 
 To  praife  the  wonders  of  his  hand. 
 In  a  new  thankful  fo.n'g. 
 
 4  I'll  fpread  his  works  of  grace  abroad  ; 
 
 The  faints,  with  joy,  fhall  hear, 
 And  tinners  learn  to  make  my  God 
 Their  only  hope  and  fear. 
 
 5  How  many  are  thy  thoughts  of  love  ! 
 
 Thy  mercies,  Lord,  how  great  ! 
 We  have  not  words  nor  hours  enough 
 Their  numbers  to  repeat,. 
 
 6  When  I'm  afflicted,  poor,  and  low. 
 
 And  light  and  peace  depart, 
 
 My  God  beholds  my  heavy  wo, 
 
 And  bears  me  on  his  heart- 
 
 Psalm   XL.    2d  Part.    Corn.  Metre, 
 
 The  Incarnation  and  Sacrifice  of  Chriji. 
 1  HPHUS  faith  the  Lord,     «-«  Your  work  is  yaiR> 
 -i.       w  Give  your  bunU  ofF'rings  o'er  * 
 .«'  In  dying  goats,  and  bullocks  (lain 
 "  My  foul  delights  no  more." 
 
 a  Then  fpake  the  Saviour,  '<  Lo,  I'm  here? 
 "  My  God,  to  do  thy  will ; 
 »  Whate'er  thy  facred  books  declare 
 "  Thy  fervant  mall  fulfil. 
 
 3  "  Thy  lav/  is  ever  in  my  fight, 
 **  I  keep  it  near  my  heart  j 
 
8o.  PS  AL  hi    XL. 
 
 «<  Mine  ears  are  cpen'd  with  delight. 
 "  To  what  thy  lips  impart." 
 
 4  And  fee*  the  bleft  Redeems*  comes  \ 
 
 Th'  eteYnal  Son  appeaib  ! 
 And,  at  th1  appointed  time,  aflumes 
 The  body  God  prepares. 
 
 5  Much  he  reveal'.d  his  Father's  grace, 
 
 And  much  his  truth  he  fliew'di 
 And  preach/d  the  way  of  righteoufnefs, 
 Where  great  afiemblics  ftood. 
 
 5  His  Father's  honour  touch'd  his  heart, 
 He  pity'd  tinners'  c":ci> 
 And,  to  fulfil  a  Saviour's  part, 
 
 Was  made  a  ftcrihee. 
 
 P   A^U    S    E. 
 
 7  No  blood  of:  be  aits  on  altars  lhed, 
 Could  walh  the  conference, clean  ; 
 But  the  rich  facrifice  he  paid, 
 Atones  for  all  our  fin. 
 
 3-  Then  was  the  great  falvation  fpread. 
 And  fatan's  kingdom  rtiook  ; 
 Thus,  by  the  woman's  promis'd  feed. 
 The  ferpent's  head  was  broke. 
 
 Psalm    XL.     Long  Metre. 
 
 Cbr'Ji  our  Sactijice. 
 i  f  J  ^HE  wonders,  Lord,  thy  love  has  wrought,  ' 
 X     Exceed  cur  pralle,  furmour.t  our  thought  ; 
 Should"  I  attempt  the-iong  detail, 
 My  l'peech  would  faint,  my  numbers  fail. 
 
 2  No  blocd  of  beafts  on  altars  fpiit 
 
 Can  cleanfe  the  fouls  of  men  from  guilt ; 
 But  thou  haft  let  before  our  eyes 
 An  all-fufficient  facrjfice. 
 
 3,  Lo  I  thifte  eternal  Son  appears  ; 
 To  thy  demands  lie  bows  his  ears  ; 
 
PSALM   XLI. 
 
 81 
 
 ^.fiumes  a  body,  well  prepared, 
 And  well  performs  the  work  fo  hard* 
 
 Behold  I  come  (the  Saviour  cries, 
 
 With  love  and  duty  in  his  eyes)  > 
 
 I  come  to  bear  the  heavy  load 
 
 Of  fins,  and  do  thy  will,  my  God* 
 
 'Tis  written  in  thy  great  decree, 
 'Tis  in  thy  book  foretold  of  me, 
 I  mult  fulfil  the  Saviour's  part, 
 And  lo  !  thy  law  is  in  my  heart* 
 
 I'll  magnify  thy  holy  law, 
 And  rebels  to  obed'enee  draw, 
 When  on  my  crafs  I'm  lifted  high* 
 Or  on  my  throne  above  the  {ky. 
 
 The  Spirit  fhall  defcend  and  (how 
 What  thou  hall  done  and  what  I  do  ; 
 Tii 3  wond'ring  world  fhall  learn  thy  grace* 
 Thy  wifdom  and  thy  righteoufnefs.'*' 
 
 Ps.alm   XLI.    Long  Metre. 
 
 Charily  to  the  Poor  ;   or,   Pity  to  the  AJJlicftd, 
 
 LEST  is  the  man  whofe  bowels  move, 
 And  melt  with  pity  to  the  poor  ; 
 Whofe  foul,  by  fympathizing  love, 
 Feels  what  his  fellow  faints  endure. 
 
 m  His  heart  contrives  for  their  relief 
 More  good  than  his  own  hands>  can  do  ; 
 He,  in  the  time  of  -gen'ral  grief, 
 Shall  find  the  Lord  has  bowels'  too. 
 
 3  His/foul  fhall  live  fecure  on  earth, 
 With  fecret  blefilngs  on  his  head, 
 
 When  drought,  and  peftilence  and  dearth* 
 Around  jhiim  multiply  their  dead. 
 
 4  Or,  if  he  languilh  on  his  couch, 
 
 God  will  pronounce  his  fins  forgiv'it ;, 
 
Sz  PSALM    LXi*. 
 
 Will  fave  him  with  a  healing  touch* 
 Or  take  his  willing  foul  to  heav'n. 
 
 Psalm  XLII.    i  ft  Part.    Com.  Metre. 
 
 Defertion  and  Hope  ;    or,   Complaint  cf  Abfence  front 
 
 Public   Worfoip. 
 i  TX  7TTH  eauieft  longings  of  the  mind, 
 VV       My  God,  to  thee  I  look  ! 
 So  pants  the'hunted  hart  to  find 
 And  tafte  the  cooling  brook. 
 
 Z,  When  fhall  I  Ice  thy  courts  of  grace> 
 And  meet  my  God  again  ? 
 So  long  an  abfence  from  thy  face 
 My  heart  endures  with  pain. 
 
 3  Temptations  vex  my  weary  foul*. 
 
 And  tears  are  my  repail  ; 
 The  foe  intuit?*,  without  controul, 
 And  ivhere's your  God  at  laf.  ? 
 
 4  'Tis  with  a  mournful  pleafure  now 
 
 I  think  on  ancient  days  ; 
 Then  to  thy  houle  did  numbers  go, 
 And  all  cur  work  was  praifc.  •    . 
 
 5  Bat  why  my  Toul  funk  down  fo  far 
 
 Beneath  this  heavy  load  ?■ 
 Why  do  my  thoughts  indulge  defpair* 
 And  fin  againft  my  God  ? 
 
 6  Hope  in  the  Lord,  whofe  mighty  hand 
 
 Can  all  my  woes  remove  ., 
 for  I  lhali  yet  before  him  (land, 
 And  fing  reftoring  love. 
 
 Psalm  XLII.    ?d  Part.    Long  Metre. 
 
 Melancholy   Thought f  Reproved;     or,  Hope  in.  Af" 
 Won. 
 
 ''■  \  ,T^  fp*rit  finks  Within  me,  Lord, 
 iVI  But  I  will  call  thy  name  to  mind, 
 And  times  of  paft. diftrefs  record, 
 When  I  have  found  my  God  was  kincU- 
 
?S  A  L  M    XL1V.  S3 
 
 •3,  Huge  troubles?  with  tumult'ous  noife, 
 Swell  like  a  fea,  and  round  me  fpread  ; 
 Thy  water-fpouts  drown  all  my  joys, 
 And  riling  waves  roll  o'er  my  head. 
 
 3  Yet  will  the  Lord  command  his  love* 
 When  I  addrefs  his  throne  by  day  : 
 Nor  in  the  night  his  grace  remove; 
 
 "The  night  lhall  hear  me  fing  and  pray. 
 
 4  I'll  call  myfelf  before  his  feet, 
 
 And  fay,   ««  My  God,  my  heav'nly  Rock, 
 
 "  Why  doth  thy  love  fo  long  forget 
 
 *'•  The  foul  which  groans  beneath  thy  itrcke ?" 
 
 5  I'll  chide  my  heart  which  finks  fo  low? 
 Why  ihouldmy  foul  indulge  her  griefs 
 Hope  in  the  Lord,  and  praife  him  too  ; 
 He  is  -my  reft,  my  fure  relief. 
 
 6  Thy  light  and  truth  mail  guide  me  ftili? 
 Thy  word  fhall  my  belt  thoughts  employ* 
 And  lead  me  to- thy  heav'nly  hill, 
 
 My  God,  my  moft  exceeding  joy. 
 
 Psalm    XLIV.     Com.  Metre. 
 
 The-  Church' 's  Complaint  in  Perfecuthn, 
 
 1   T    ORD,  we  have  heard  thy  works  of  oklj 
 ■-& — i     Thy  works  of  pow'r  and  grace  j 
 When  to  our  ears  our  fathers  told 
 The  wonders  of  their  days. 
 
 1  How  thou  didft  build  thy  churches  here^ 
 And  make  thy  gofpel  known  ; 
 Among  them  did  thine  arm  appear  ; 
 Thy  light  and  glory  llione. 
 
 j   In  God  they  boafted  all  the  day, 
 And  in  a  cheerful  throng 
 Did  thoufands  meet  to  praife  and  pray? 
 ,     And  grace  was  all  their  fong. 
 
 4  But  now  our  fouls  arc  feiz'd  with  flumfey. 
 Confufio'n  fills  cva  face, 
 
S4  PSALM    XLV. 
 
 To  hear  the  enemy  blafpheme, 
 And  focls  reproach  thy  grace. 
 
 5  Yet  have  we  not  forgot  our  God, 
 
 Nor  falfely  dealt  with  heav'r., 
 Nor  have  our  lteps  declin'd  the  road 
 Of  duty  thou  halt  giv'n  ; 
 
 6  Tho  dragons  all  around  us  roar 
 
 With  their  dellrutiive  breath, 
 And  thine  own  hand  has  bruis'd  US  (on 
 Hard  by  the  gates  of  death. 
 
 Pause. 
 
 7  We  arc  expos'd  all  day  to  die, 
 
 As  martyrs,   for  thy  caufe  ;  j 
 
 As  lhcep,  for  Daughter  bound,  we  lie, 
 By  iharp  and  bloody  laws. 
 
 S  Awake,  arife,  almighty  Lord, 
 Why  ileeps  thy  wonted  gr~ce  ? 
 Why  fnould  we  look  like  men  abhorr'd- 
 Or  baniih'd  from  thy  face  ? 
 
 r)  Wilt  thou  forever  caft  us  i 
 
 And  (till  ncgieet  our  tries  ? 
 Forever  hide  thine  heav'nly  love 
 From  our  aillicted  eyes  ? 
 
 o  Down  to  the  dujft  cur  foul  is  bow'd, 
 And  dies  upon  the  ground  ; 
 Rife,  far  our  help  ;  rebuke  the  proud, 
 And  all  their  pow'r  confound. 
 
 ; I  Redeem  us  from  perpetual  iharnc, 
 Our  Saviour  and  our  God  ; 
 We  plead  the  honours  of  thy  name, 
 The  meats  of  thy  blood. 
 
 Psalm    XLV.     Slort  Metre. 
 
 lory  ,f  C/jr;j?  ;     the  Succtfs  of 
 tie  Gtm'i'c  Church. 
 J    "j\  IfY  Saviour  and  my  King, 
 AYA     Thy  beau  tips  are  divine; 
 
 -  Uory  ofCbrffi;    the  Succefs  of  the  Csffe!,  and 
 tie  Gentile  Church. 
 
'PSALM    XLV,  $5 
 
 Thy  lips  vith  bleffings  overflow, 
 And  ev'ry  grace-is  thine. 
 
 ?.  New  make  thy glory  known  ; 
 Gird  on  thy  dreadful  fword> 
 And  ride  in  majelty  to  fpread 
 The  conquefts  of  thy  word. 
 
 .  3  Strike  through  thy  fiubborn  foes, 
 Or  i%elt  their  hearts  \'  obey  ; 
 While  juftice,  meeknefs,  grace  and  truthp 
 Attend  thy  glor'ous  way. 
 
 -4  Thy  laws,  O  God,  are  right ; 
 Thy  throne  thai  I  ever  iiand; 
 And  thy  viclor'ous  gofpel  proves 
 A  fceptre  in  thy  hand. 
 
 5  [Thy  Father  and  thy  God 
 
 Hath,  without  meafure.  fried 
 His  Spirit,  like  a  joyful  cii, 
 T'  anoint  thy  lacred  head.] 
 
 5  [Behold,  at  thy  right  hand 
 The  Gentile  church  is  feen, 
 Like  a  fair  bride,  in  rich  attire, 
 And  princes  guard  the  Queen, 
 
 7   Fair  brides  receiTe  his  love, 
 Forget  thy  father's  houfe  ; 
 Forfake  thy  gods,  thy  idol  gods, 
 And  pay  the  Lord  thy  vows.] 
 
 3  O  let  thy  God  and  King 
 
 Thy  fweetefr  thoughts  employ  ; 
 Thy  children  foail  his  honour  fing 
 In  palaces  ef  joy. 
 
 ?  s  a  l  m    XLV.    Common  Metre. 
 
 The  Perfanal  Glories  axd  Government  of '  Chrijf- 
 LL  fpeak  the  honours  of  my  King  ; 
 His  form,  divinely  fair ; 
 H 
 
36  P3ALM    XLV, 
 
 None  of  the  Tons  of  mortal  race 
 May  with  the  Lord  compare. 
 
 i  Sweet  is  thy  fpeech,  and  heav'nly  grace 
 Upon  thy  lips  is  fhed ; 
 Thy  God,  with  bleffings  infinite 
 Hath  crown'd  thy  facred  head- 
 
 3  Gird  on  thy  fword,  viclor'ous  Prince : 
 
 Ride,  with  majeftrc  fway  : 
 Thy  terror  Hall  ft  like  through  thy  foes* 
 And  make  the  world  obey. 
 
 4  Thy  throne,  O  God,  forever  ftands  ; 
 
 Thy  word  oi  grace  lhall  prove 
 A  peaceful  fteptre  in  thy  hands, 
 To  rule  the  faints  by  love. 
 
 e  Juftice  and  truth  attend  thee  ftill, 
 But  mercy  is  thy  choice  ; 
 And  Cod,  thy  God,  thy  foul  Hull  fill 
 With  moll  peculiar  joys. 
 
 Psalm  XLV.  ■  jfi:  Part.    Long  Metre, 
 
 The  Glory  ef  Chriji,  a>?d  Peii-er  of  bis  GofpeL 
 I   XJOW,  be  my  heart  infpir*d  to  fing 
 l\l      The  glories  of  my  Saviour  King, 
 fefus,  the  Lord  ;  how  heav'nly  fair 
 His  form  !  how  bright  bis  beauties  are  ! 
 
 a  O'er  all  the  fons  of  human  race 
 He  (bines,  wiih  a  ftiper'or  grace  ; 
 Love  from  his  lips  divinely  flovss, 
 And  bleflkigs  all  his  (late  compofe- 
 
 3  Drefs  thee  in  arms,  rnoft  mighty  Lord  ; 
 Gird  on  the  terror  of  thy  fword ; 
 
 In  majelty  and  glory  ride, 
 
 With  truth  and  meeknefs  at  thy  fide. 
 
 4  Thine  anger,  like  a  pointed  dart, 
 Shall  pierce  the  foes  of  itubborn  heart; 
 
6 
 
 PSALM   XLV.  S3.. 
 
 Cfx  words  of  mercy,  kind  and  fweets 
 Shall  melt  the  rebels  at  thy  feet. 
 
 Thy  throne,  O  Cod,  forever  flandst 
 Grace  is  thcileptre  in  thy  hands; 
 Thy  laws  and  works  are  juft  and  right? 
 Juftice  and  grace  are  thy  delight. 
 
 God,  thine  own  God,  has  ricMy  ihed 
 His  oil  of  gladnefs  on  thy  head, 
 And  with  his  facred  fpirit  bleft 
 His  firit-bor*  Son  above  <he  reft. 
 
 Psalm    XLV.     2d  Part.     Long  Metre, 
 
 Chriji  and  his  Church  ■    or,   the  Myjilcal  Marriage, 
 I  rT",HE  King  of  faints,  how  fair  his  face  ! 
 JL     Adorn'" d  with  majefty  and  grace  } 
 
 He  comes  wifh  blemngs  from  abovej 
 
 And  wins  the  nations  to  his  iove."" 
 
 a  At  his  right  hand,  <*.ar  eyes  behold 
 The  Queen,  array  d  in  pureft  gold  j. 
 The  world  admires  her  heav'hly  drels, 
 Her  robe  of  joy  and  righteoufhefs. 
 
 5  He  forms  her  beauties  like  his  own  ; 
 He  calls  and  feats  her  near  his  throne  - 
 Pair  ftranger,  let  thine  heart  forget 
 The  idols  of  thy  native  Hate. 
 
 Of  So  (hall  the  King  the  more  rejoice 
 In  thee,  the  fav'rite  of  his  choice  ; 
 Let  him  be  lov'd,  and  yet  ador'd, 
 For  he's  thy  Maker,  and  thy  Lord. 
 
 5  O  happy  hour,  when  thou  (halt  rife 
 To  his  fair  palace  in  the  Ikies  ! 
 
 And  ail  thy  fons  (^num'rous  train  J^      .  •    • 
 Each,  like  a  prince,  in  glory  reign  I 
 
 6  Let  cndlefs  honours  crown  his  head  I 
 
 Let  every  age  his  praifes  fp  re-ad  !  .         .  J 
 
88  PS  A  I  M    XLVI. 
 
 While  we,  with  cheerful  fongs,  approve 
 The  condefceniions  of  his  love 
 
 Psal  m    XLVI.  .  i  ft  Part.    Long  Metre, 
 
 1'ht  Church" 's  Safety  and  Triumph-,  among  National 
 
 Deflation. 
 i   f~^  OD  is  the  refuge  of  his  faint-6, 
 
 vJf    When  ftorros  of  fharp  diftrefs  invade  ;  t 
 
 Ere  we  cau  ofier  our  complaints, 
 
 Behold  him  prcfent  with  his  aid.  * 
 
 ■a  Let  mountains  from  their  feats  be  huri'd 
 Down  tothe'deep,  and  bury'd  there  j 
 Convulfions  make  the  folid  world, 
 Our  faith  fhall  never  yield  to  fear. 
 
 3.  Loud  may  the  troubled  ocean  roar. 
 In  ficred  peace  our  fouls  abide  j 
 While  ey'ry  nation,  ev'ry  fhore. 
 Tremble*  and  dread  the  fwelJing  tide. 
 
 4  There  is  a  ft  ream,  whofe  gentle  flow 
 Suppli.es  the  city  of  our  God  : 
 Life,  love  and  joy",  ft'ill  gliding  through; 
 And  wat'riag  our  divine  abode. 
 
 i 
 
 That  facred  ft  ream,  thine  holy  word, 
 That  all  our  raging  feat  controuls  : 
 Sweet  pe?.ce  thy  pro'mlfeS  afford, 
 A.id  give  new  iirength  to  fainting  fouls. 
 
 6  Zion  enjoys  her  Monarch's  leve, 
 Secure  againft  a  threat'nirig  hour ; 
 Nor  can  her  firm  foundations  move, 
 Built  on  his  truth,  and  arnVd  with  pow'r- 
 
 '  Psalm  XLVI.    2d  Pa*.    Iforig  Metre.- 
 
 Goa  fights  fat  his   Chtnch. 
 
 1    T    ET  Zion  in  her  King  rejoice, 
 
 jLu  Tito  tyrants  rage,  and  kingdoms  rife  3 
 
P3ALM   XLVil.  89 
 
 He  utters  his  almighty  voice, 
 The  nations  melt,  the  tumult  dies. 
 
 1  The  Lord  of  old  for  Jacob  fought, 
 And  Jacob's  God  is  ftill  our  aid  ; 
 Behold  the  works  his  hand  has  wrought* 
 What  defolations  he  has  made  ! 
 
 J 
 
 From  fea  to  lea  through  all  the  fhores, 
 He  makes  the  noife  of  battle  ceafe  ; 
 When,  from  on  high,  his  thunder  roars, 
 He  awes  the  trembling  world  to  peace. 
 
 4  He  breaks  the  bow,  he  cuts  the  fpear ; 
 Char'ots  he  burns  with  heav'nly  flarne  % 
 Keep  fllence,  all  ye  earth,  and  hear 
 The  found  and  glory,  ef  his  name  ! 
 
 5  "  Be  ftill,  and  learn  that  I  am  God» 
 "  I'll  be  exalted  o-'er  the  lands  ; 
 
 M  I  will  be  known  and  fear'd  abroad  ; 
 "  But  ftill  my  throne  in  Zicn  ftands." 
 
 %  O  Lord  of  hofts,  almighty  King  ! 
 While  we  fo  near  thy  pretence  dwell, 
 Our  faith  fhall  fit  fecure,  and  ling 
 Defiance  to  the  gates  of  hell. 
 
 Psalm  XLVII.     Com.  Metre. 
 
 Chriji  Afcending-,   ar.d  Reigning. 
 1  f~\  FOR.  a  fhout  of  facred  joy 
 V>^     To  God,  the  fov'reign  King  t 
 Let  ev'ry  land  its  tongues  employ, 
 And  hymns  of  triumph  fing. 
 
 a-  jefus,  our  God,  afcends  on  high ; 
 His  heav'nly  guards  around, 
 Attend  him,  riling  through  the  fky, 
 With- trumpets  joyful  found. 
 
 5  While  angels  fhout,  and  praife  their  King, 
 Let  mortals  learn  their  ftrains  ; 
 •       H  2c 
 
9P  PC  A  L  M   XLVIIL 
 
 Let  all  the  earth  his  honours  fing  f 
 O'er  all  the  earth  he  reigns. 
 
 4  R.ehearfe  his  praife  with  awe  profound  ", 
 
 Let  knowledge  lead  the  long; 
 Nor  mock  him  with  a  folemn  found 
 Upon  a  thoughtlefs  tongue. 
 
 5  In  Ifr'el  ftood  his  ancient  throne ; 
 
 He  lov'd  that  chofm  race  : 
 But  now  he  calls  the  world  his  owa, 
 And  heathens  talte  his  grace. 
 
 6  Thefe  ranfom'd  States  are  all  the  Lord's, 
 
 Here  A*j>r'am's  God  is  known. 
 While  pow'rs  and  princes,  lhields  and  fwords, 
 Submit  before  his  throne. 
 
 Psalm  XLVIIL   ill  Part.   Short  Metre, 
 
 'lie  Church  is  the  Honou-r  and  Safety  of  a  Nation. 
 i    (^  RE  AT  is  the  Lord  our  God, 
 VJT     And  let  his  praife  be  great  ; 
 He  makes  his  churches  his  abode, 
 His  moll  delightful  feat. 
 
 a  Thefe  temples  of  his  grace, 
 Hew  beautiful  they  ltand  ! 
 The  honours  of  our  native  place  ; 
 The  bulwarks  of  our  land. 
 
 3  In  Zion  God  is  known 
 
 A  refuge  in  diftrefs  ; 
 How  bright  has  his  falvation  &one. 
 Through  all  her  palaces  ! 
 
 4  When  kings  againft  her  join'd, 
 
 And  faw  the  Lord  was  there. 
 In  wild  confulion  of  the  mind* 
 They  fled  with  hafty  fear. 
 
 5  When  navies,  tall  and  proud» 
 Attempt  to  fpoil  oiy  peace*. 
 
PSALM   XLVIII.  ^t 
 
 He  fends  his  tempeft,  roaring  loud* 
 And  fades  them  in  the  feas- 
 
 6  Oft  have  our  fathers  told, 
 
 Our  eyes  have  often  feen^ 
 How  well  our  God  fecures  the  fold 
 Where  his  own  (heap  have  been. 
 
 7  In  ev'ry  new  diftrefs 
 
 We'll  to  his  houi'e  repair, 
 We'll  think  upon  his  wond'rous  grace., 
 And  feek  deliv'rance  there. 
 
 Psalm  XLVIIL    2d  Part.     Short  Metre, 
 
 The  Beauty  of  the  Church  ;    or,   Go/pel  V/orfalp  and 
 
 Order. 
 1    T^^R  as  thy  name  is  known, 
 
 -i-       The  world  declares  thy  praife  ! 
 Thy  faints,  O  Lord,  before  thy  throne^ 
 Their  fongs  of  honour  raife. 
 
 %  With  joy  let  Judah  Hand 
 On  Zicn:s  chofen  hill,. 
 Proclaim  the  wonders  of  thy  hand* 
 And  counfels  of  thy' will. 
 
 3  Let  ftrangers  walk  around 
 
 The  city  where  we  dwelt, 
 Compafs  and  view  thine  holy  ground> 
 And  mark,  the  building  well  j 
 
 4  The  orders  of  thy  houfe, 
 
 The  worlhip  of  thy  court. 
 The  cheerful  fongs,  the  foiemn  vows 
 And  make  a  fair  report. 
 
 5  How  decent  and  how  wife  \ 
 
 Haw  glorious  to  behold  ! 
 Beyond  the  pomp  which  charms  the  e?es> 
 And  rites  adorn'd  with  gold. 
 
 9  The  God  we  worfhip  now 
 Will  guide  us  littJwe  dis3 
 
92  PS  A  L  M    XLTX 
 
 Will  be  cur  God  while  here  below, 
 And  ours  above  the  Iky. 
 
 Psalm   XLIX.    iftPart.   Com.  Metre. 
 Bride  and  TXcath  ;     cr,    the  Vanity    of  Life   and: 
 
 Riches. 
 i   T  T  7KY  doth- the  man  of  riches  grow 
 V  V       To  infolence  and  pride, 
 To  fee  his  wealth  and  honours  flow 
 With  ev'ry  riling  tide  ? 
 
 i  [Why  doth  he  treat  the  poor  with  fcorn>> 
 Made  of  the  felf-fame  clay, 
 And  boaft,  as*tho  his  fiefh  were  born 
 Of  better  dull  than  they  ?] 
 
 3  Not  all  his  treafures  can  procure 
 
 His  foul  a  fliort  reprieve, 
 Redeem  from  death  one  guilty  hour* 
 Or  make  his  brother  live. 
 
 4  [Life  is  a  blefTmg  can't  be  fold, 
 
 The  ranfom  is  too  high  ; 
 juftice  will  ne'er  be  brib'd  with  gold>. 
 That  man  may  never  die.] 
 
 5.  He  fees  the  brutifh  and  the  wife, 
 The  tim'rous  and  the  brave, 
 Quit  their  poileffions,  clofe  their  eyes> 
 And  haften  to  the  grave. 
 
 6  Yet  'tis  his  inward  thought  and  pridef 
 
 «*  My  houfe  fnall  ever  fland  : 
 ««  And  that  my  name  may  long,  abide* 
 •♦  I'll  give  it  to  my  land." 
 
 7  Vain  are  his  thoughts,  his  hopes  are  loll? 
 
 How  foon  his  menrry  dies  ! 
 
 His  name  is  written-  in  the  dull 
 
 Where  his  own  carcafe  lies. 
 
 P  a  u  s  I 
 
 8  This  is  the  folly  of  their  way  ; 
 
 Ai;d  yet  Uieir  fons.  as  v:vii*> 
 
PSALM    XLIX.  9-5 
 
 Approve  the  words  their  fathers  fay, 
 And  a<A  their  works  again. 
 
 9>  Men,  void  of  wifdom.  and  of  grace, 
 If  honour  raife  them  high, 
 Live  like  a  bcaft,  a.  thoughtiefs  race? 
 And  like  a  beaft  they  die. 
 
 10  [Laid  in  the  grave,  like  filthy  fheep, 
 Death  feeds  upon  them  there, 
 Till  the  lait  trumpet  breaks  their  fleep 
 In  terror  and  dei'pair.j 
 
 Psalm   XLtX.    2d  Part»  Com.  Metre* 
 
 I>eath  and  the  Refurretlion, 
 1  ~\7 E  fons  of  pride,  who  hate  the  juft, 
 Jt-       And  trample  on  the  poor  ; 
 When  death  has  brought  you  down  to  duftj 
 Your  pomp  fhali  rife  no  more. 
 
 •2,  The  laft  great  day  mail  change  the  fcene-J 
 When  will  that  hour  appear  ? 
 When  ihall  the  juft  revive,  and  reign 
 O'er  all  who  fcOrn'd  them  here  ? 
 
 3  God  will  thy  naked  foul,  revive, 
 Wlien  fep'rate  from  the  fteih' ; 
 And  break  the  prifon  of  the  grave2 
 To  raife  my  bones  afrefh. 
 
 4.  Heav'n.  is.riiy  everlafting  home, 
 Th'  inheritance  is  fiire  ; 
 Let  men  of  pride  their  rage  refume»- 
 But  I'll  repine,  no  more. 
 
 Psalm   XLIX.    Long  Metre. 
 
 T.be  rich  Sinner's  Death-,    and  the  Saint's  Refuneet- 
 tion. 
 'HY  do  the  proud  infult  the  poor, 
 And  boaft  the  large  eftates  they  have  I. 
 How  vain  are  riches  to  fecure 
 Their  haughty  owners  from  the  gravel. 
 
9*.  P  3  AL  M-  L.. 
 
 z  They  can't  redeem  one  hour  from  death 
 With  all  the  wealth  in  which  they  trull*. 
 Nor  give  a  dying  brother  breath, 
 When  God  commands  him  down  to  duiV. 
 
 5  There  the  dark,  earth  and  difmal  fhade 
 Shall  clafp  their  naked  bodies  round;. 
 That  fielh,  fo  delicately  fed, 
 Lies  coldj  and  moulders  in  the~ground» 
 
 4  Like  thoughtlefs  fheep  the  firmer  dies, 
 Laid  in  the  grave  for  worms  to  eat ; 
 The  faints  fhall  in  the  morning  rile, 
 And  find  th'  oppreil'or  at  their  feet. 
 
 5  His  honours  perilh.  in  the  duft, 
 
 And  pomp,  and  beauty,  birth  and  blood 
 That  glorious  day  exalts  the  juft 
 To  full  dominion  o'er  the  proud. 
 
 6  My  Saviour  fhall  my  life  reftore, 
 And  raile  me  from  my  dark  abode  ; 
 My  fiefh  and  foul  fhall  part  no  more* 
 But  dwell  forever  near  my  God. 
 
 PsalmL     rft  Part.    Com.  Met. 
 
 The  laft  "Judgment  ;     or,  the  Saints  Rcu^rded* 
 
 i  rT"*HE  Lord,   the  Judge,  before  his  throne 
 A       Bids  the  whole  earth  draw  nigh] 
 The  nation?  near  the  rifing  fun, 
 And  near  tiie  weftern  fky. 
 
 n  No  more  fhall  bold  blafphemers  fay,- 
 Judgment  tuiU  neler  begin  ; 
 No  more  abule  his  long  aelay 
 To  impUQcnce  and  tin. 
 
 v   Thron'd  on  a  cloud)  our  God  fiiall  come; 
 '  Bright  flames  prepare  his  way  ; 
 Thunder  and  darknefs,  fire  and  Itorjr., 
 Lead.on  the  dreadful  day.. 
 
• 
 
 PSALM    L.  95 
 
 Heav'n  from  above  his  calls  (hall  "hear, 
 
 Attending  angels  come; 
 And  earth  and  hell  iharl  know,  and  fear? 
 
 Kis  juftice,  and  their  doom. 
 
 $   "  But  gather  ail  my  faints  (he  cries) 
 m  Who  made  their  peace  with  God 
 "  By  the  Redeemer's  facrihee,  , 
 
 «  Who  feaPd  it  with  his  blood. 
 
 5  <<  Their  faith  and  works  brought  forth  to  light 
 "  Shall  make  the  world  confefs 
 «  My  fentence  of  reward  is  right, 
 "  And  heav'n  adore  my  grace." 
 
 Psal  m  L.    2d  Part.    Com.  Metre.  , 
 
 Obedience  h  better  than  Sacrifice. 
 ■£  HPHUS  faith  the  Lord,  "  the  fpacious  fielfis 
 X       «*  And  flocks  and  herds  are  mine, 
 "  O'er  all  the  cattle  of  the  hills 
 "  I  claim  a  right  divine. 
 
 z  «  I'afk  no  fheep  for  facrifice, 
 
 "  Nor  bullocks  burnt  with  fire  ; 
 ««  To  hope  and  love,  to  pray  and  praife, 
 "  Is  ail  which  I  require. 
 
 3  ««  Call  upon  me,  when  trouble's  near, 
 
 *«  My  hand  ihall  fet  thee  free; 
 *«  Then  mall  thy  thankful  lips  declare 
 ««  The  honour  due  to  me. 
 
 4  «  The  man  who  otfers  humble  praife5 
 
 "  Ke  glorifies  me  belt  : 
 '<  And  thefe  who  tread  my  holy  ways 
 <«  Shall  my  falvation  taile." 
 
 PsalmL.    3d  Part.  Com.  Metre. 
 
 The  Judgment  of  Hypocrites. 
 /HEN  Chrift  to  judgment  doth  defcend, 
 And  faints  furreund  their  Lord- 
 He  calls  the  nations  to  attend,- 
 And  hear  his  awful  word. 
 
^6  P  SAL  M   L. 
 
 a  ♦'  Not  for  the  want  of  bullocks  flain 
 "  Will  I  the  world  reprove  : 
 "  Altars,  and  rites,  and  forms,  arc  vain, 
 «'  Without  the  tire  of  love* 
 
 3  ««  And  what  have  hypocrites  to  do» 
 
 ••  To  bring  their  facrifice  r 
 *'  Thpy  call  my  ftatutes  juft  and  true, 
 ««  But  deal  in  theft  and  lies. 
 
 4  '*  Cculd  you  ex  peel  to  'fcape  my  fight, 
 
 "  And  fm  without  controul  ? 
 «  But  I  fhall  bring  your  crimes  to  light, 
 *<  With  anguifh  in  your  foul." 
 
 <  Coniider,  ye  who  fright  the  lord, 
 Before  his  wrath  appear  ; 
 If  once  you  fall  beneath  his  fword, 
 There's  no  deliv'rer  there. 
 
 Psalm    L.     Long  Metre. 
 
 Hyfoctijy  Expoftd. 
 
 i  HPHE  Lord,  the  judge,  his  churches  warns  ! 
 X     Let  hypocrites  attend  and  fear, 
 Who  place  their  hopes  in  rites  and  forms, 
 But  make  not  faith  nor  love  their  care. 
 
 3  Vile  -wretches  dare  rehcarfe  his  name 
 With  iips  of  failchood  and  deceit ; 
 A  friend  or  brother  they  defame, 
 And  footh  and  rialter  thofe  they  hate. 
 
 5  They  wfctch  to  do  their  neighbours  wrong. 
 Yet  dare  to  leek  their  Maker's  face  : 
 They  take  his  cov'nant  on  their  tongue* 
 But  break  lus  laws,  abnfe  his  grace. 
 
 i  h.'.uv'n  they  lift  their  hands*  unclean* 
 Defil'4  with  lull,  defil'd  with  blood  ; 
 By  night  they  pradtife  ev'ry  lin, 
 
 iths  draw  near  to  God. 
 
5  And  while  his  judgments  long  delays 
 They  grow  i'eeure,  and  fin  the  more  : 
 They  think  he  ileeps-as  well  as  they, 
 And  put  far  off  the  dreadful  hour. 
 
 6  O  dreadful  hour !  when  Cod  draws  near* 
 And  fets  their  crimes  before  their  eyes  ; 
 His  wrath  their  guilty  fouls  fhall  tear, 
 And  no  deliv-'rer  dare  to  rife. 
 
 Psalm     L.     Par.  Met.. 
 
 ;7he  ./aft    Judgment \ 
 i  HPHE-  Lord,  the  Sovereign,  fends  his  furnmon- 
 JL  /     ( forth » 
 
 Calls  the  fouth  nations,  and  awakes  the  north  ; 
 From  eaft  to  welt  the  founding  orders  fpread  ; 
 Through  diftant  worlds,  and  regions  of  the  dead-. 
 No  more  fhall  ath'iits  rnock  his  long  delay  ;  . 
 His  vengeance  lleeps  no  more ;    beheld  the  day  ! 
 
 1  Behold  the  Judge  defcends  !  his  guards  are  nigh  ; 
 Tempeft  and  fire  attend  him  down  the  fky  ;■' 
 Heav'n,  earth,  and  hell,  draw  near !  let  all  things 
 
 (cOIHfij 
 
 To  hear  his  juftice,  and  the  tinner's  deom  ; 
 But,  gather  firft  my  faints  (the  Judge  commands) 
 Bring  them,  ye  angels,  from  their  diftant  lands. 
 
 3,  Behold  !  my  covenant  ftands  forever  good, 
 Seal'd,  by  tfi'  eternal  facrifice,  in  blood, 
 And  figa'dwith  all  their  names  ;  the  Greek,  ths 
 
 (jew, 
 Who  paid  the  ancient  worfhip,  or  the  new. 
 There's  no  diftinftion  here  ;  come,  fpread  their 
 
 (thrqnesj 
 And  near 'me  feat  my  favorites  and  my  fons. 
 
 4  I,  their  almighty  Saviour  and  their  God, 
 I  am  their  judge  :  ye  heav'ns  proclaim  abroad 
 vMy  juft  eternal  fentencc,  and  declare 
 Thofe  awful  truths  which  fanners  dread  to  hear- 
 .1 
 
9$  PS  A  L  M    L. 
 
 Sinners  ift  Zion,  tremble  and  retire ; 
 1  doom  the  painted  hypocrite  toih-e  ? 
 
 5  Not  for  the  want  of  goats  or  bullocks  (lain 
 Do  I  condemn  thee  :    bulls  and  goats  are  vain 
 Without  the  flames  of  love  :  in  vain  the  ftore 
 Of  brutal  off' rings  which  were  mine  before  ; 
 Mine  are  the  tamer  beafts  and  favagc  breed, 
 ?iocks,  herds  and  fields,    and  forelts  where  they 
 
 (feed . 
 
 6  If  I  were  hungry,  would  I  aTk  thee  food  ? 
 When  did  I  thirit,  or  drink  thy  bullock's  blood  ? 
 Can  I  be  flatter 'd  with  thy  cringing  bows, 
 Tky  folemn  chatt' rings,  and  fantaitic  vows? 
 Are  my  eyes  charm'd  thy  veftments  to  behold,   . 
 Glaring  in  gems,  and  gay  in  woven  gold  ? 
 
 f  Unthinking  wretch  !  how  cculd'ft  thou  hope  to 
 A  God»  a  Spirit,  with  fuch  toys  as  thefe  ?  (pleafe 
 v,  hile,  with  my  grace  and  ftatutes  on  thy  tongue, 
 Thou  lov'ft  deceit,  and  dofl  thy  brother  wrong  ; 
 In  vain  to  pious  forms  thy  zeal  pretends, 
 Thieves  and  adult'rers  are  thy  choi'en  friends. 
 
 8  Silent  I  waited  with  long-fu/F' ring  love, 
 
 But  didit  thou  hope  that  1  fhould  ne'er  reprove  ; 
 And  cherifh  fuch  an  imo'ous  thought  within, 
 That  God,  the  righteous,  would  indulge  thy  lin  ? 
 Behold  my  terrors  now  ;  my  thunders  roil, 
 And  thy  own  crimes  a'Hight  thy  guilty  foul  ! 
 
 9  Sinners,  awake  betimes  ;  ye  fool;,  be  wife  ; 
 Awake,  before  this  dreadful  morning  rife: 
 Change  your  vain  thoughts,  your  crocked  ways 
 
 (amend  : 
 Fly  to  the  Saviour,  make  the  Judge  your  friend, 
 Lefti  like  a  lion,  his  laft  vengeance  tear 
 Your  trembling  fouls,  and  no  ddiv'ier  near. 
 
 Psalm     L.     Par.  Met. 
 
 Tie  /jJI  Judgment. 
 \  HP  HE  God  of  Glory  fends  his  fummons  forth  ; 
 J.    Callsthe  fouth  nations  and  awakes  the  north-; 
 
PSALM    L.  99 
 
 From  eaft  to  weft  the  fov'reign  orders  fpreadj 
 Through  diftant  worlds,  and  regions  of  the  dead. 
 The  trumpet  founds  ;  bell  trembles  ;  beav'e  rejoices  ; 
 Lift  up  your  headiy  ye  faints,  with  cheerful  voices, 
 
 s  No  more  fhall  ath'ifts  mock  his  long  delay, 
 Hi 5  vengeance  fleeps  no  more  ;  behold  the  day  I 
 Behold  the  Judge  defcends,  his  guards  are  nigh,! 
 Temped  and  fire  attend  him  down  the  fky. 
 ]Vhen  God  appears-,  all  nature  fhall  adore  him  : 
 IVhlle  flnners  tremble,  faints  rejoice  before  him. 
 
 3  "Heav'n,    earth)    and  hell,  draw  near;  let  all 
 
 (things  come 
 "  To  hear  my  juftice,  and  the  fanner's  doom  ; 
 "  But  gather  firit  my  faints  (the  Judge  commands) 
 «« Bring  them,  ye  angels,  from  their  diftant  lands." 
 When  Chrift  returns^  ivake  ev'ry  cheerful  pajpony 
 And  f bout  y  ye  faints*  he  comes  for  your  falvat  ion. 
 
 4  "Behold  my  cpv'nant  ftands  forever  good, 
 m  Seal'd  by  th5  eternal  facrifice  in  blood  ! 
 
 «♦  And  fign'd  with  all  their  names  ;  the  Greek,  the 
 
 ««  Who  paid  the  ancient  worfhip,  or  the  new." 
 There's  no  difiinciion  here  ;  join  all  your  voicesy 
 And  raifeyour  heads,  ye  faints,  for  heav'n  rejoices. 
 
 5  «  Here    (faith  the  Lord)  ye  angels,  fpread  their 
 
 (thrones, 
 '«  And  near  me  feat  my  fav'rites  and  my  fons  : 
 "  Come,  my  redeenrd,  po  fiefs  the  joy  prepai'd, 
 "  E'er  time  began  ;  'tis  your  divine  reward." 
 When  Chrift  returns,  teak;  ev'ry  cheerful  paffion, 
 And  fioout,  ye  faintsy  he  comes  for  your falvat  inn. 
 
 Pause    ift. 
 
 3  "  I  am  the  Saviour,  I  th'  Almighty  God, 
 
 U  l  am  the  Judge  ;   ye  heav'ns,  proclaim  abroad 
 
 »«  My  juft  eternal  fentence,  and  declare 
 
 4i  Thofe  awful  truths  which  Rimers  dread  to  hear. ' 
 
roo  PSALM    £ 
 
 IVJ.ev.  God  apf>erars%  all  nature" Jhall '  ad&rr  hi 
 While  Jinn ers  tremble,  faints  rejoice  before  him. 
 
 7  »' Stand  forth,   thou  bold  blafphemcr,    and  pro- 
 
 fane, 
 "  Now  feel  my  wrath,    nor  can  rny  thrcat'nir.gi 
 
 ^in  ; 
 •«  Thou  hypocrite,  once  dreft  in  faint's  attire, 
 <«  I  doom  the  painted  hypocrite  to  fire." 
 Judgment  proceeds  I  .bell  trembles  !  heaSn  rejoices  f 
 L'!jt  Kpyouv  heads,  ye fauns,  ivilh  cheerful  -voices. 
 
 3   «  Not  for  the  want  of  gcatJ,  or  bullocks  (lain, 
 *'  Do  1  condemn  thee  ;  bulls  an;!  gcats  are  vain, 
 ««  Without  the  llair.es  of  love  ;    in  vain  the  ltore 
 "  Of  brutal  off 'rings,  which  were  mine  before." 
 Earth  is  tie  Lord's,  all  natwfj&pll  adore  him  : 
 While  Jinncrs  tremble,  faints  rejoice  before  him, 
 
 p  **  If  I  were  hungry,  would  I  afk  thee  food  ? 
 «  When  did  I  thirft,  or  drink  thy  bullock's  blood  ? 
 "  Mine  are  the  tamer  hearts  and  favage  breed, 
 11  Flocks,  herds,  and  fields,  andforefts  where  they 
 
 (feed." 
 All  is  the  Lerd'j,  he  rules  the  •wide  creation  : 
 Gives  firmer  s  vertgeanet ,  ar.d  the  faints  falvatiin, 
 
 jo  "  Can  I  be  flatter'd  with  thy  cringing  bows, 
 "  Thy  folen)n  chatt'rings,  and  fantartic  vows  ? 
 "  Are  my  eyes  charm'd  thy  vertments  to  behold 
 *«  Glaring  in  gems,  and  gay  in  woven  gold  V 
 God  is  the  fudge  ef  heart  j^:  no  fair  dijguifes 
 Lan  fcreen  the  guilty,  'when  hit  tuengea?iCe.  rift. 
 
 Pause     2d.  . 
 
 ti  ««  Unthinking  wretch  !  how  could'ft  thou  hope 
 
 (to  pleafe 
 »  A  God,  a  Spirit,  with  fuch  toys  as  thefe; 
 "While,  with  my  grace  and  liatutes  on  thy  tongue 
 t:  Thou    loy'ft    deceit,     and   doft    thy.  brother 
 
 (wrong  ?" 
 fudgment  proceeds  !  hell  trembles  '  hea-v'n  rejoices  ! 
 JL'ft  up  your  bead  a,  ye  faints,  zviih  cheerful  i: 
 
PS  ALU   LI.  ioi 
 
 nu  In  vain  to  pious  forms  thy  zeal  pretends, 
 "  Thieves  and  adult'rersare  thy  chofen  friends  j 
 "  While  the  falfe  flatt'rer  at  my  altar  waits, 
 "  His  harden'd  foul  divine  inftruclion  hates." 
 God  is  the  Judge  of  hearts  ;  no  fair  difguifes 
 Can  fcreen  the  guilty,  vohen  his  vengeance  fifes, 
 
 13  "  Silent  I  waited,  with  long-fufF'ring  love; 
 
 *«  Buf  didil  thou  hope  that  I  ihould  ne'er  reprover 
 ■««  And  cherifh  fuch  an  impious  thought  within, 
 «'  That  the  All-Holy  would  indulge  thy  fin  ? 
 See,  Cod  appears ,  all  nature  joins  V  adore  him, 
 "Judgment  proceeds,  and  finners  fall  before  him. 
 
 14  «<  Behold  my  terrors  now  ;  my  thunders  roll, 
 
 "  And  thy  own  crimes  affright  thy  guilty  foul  t 
 «<  Now,  like  a  lion,  fhall  my  vengeance  tear 
 «*  Thy  bleeding  heart,  and  no  deliv'rer  near." 
 judgment  concludes,  hell  trembles,  heav'n  rejoices  ; 
 L;ft  up  your  heads,  ye  faints,  with  cheerful  voices.. 
 
 Epiphonema. 
 
 35  Sinners,  awake  betimes  ;  ye  fools,  be  wife ; 
 Awake,  before  this  dreadful  morning  rife  ; 
 Change  your  vain  thoughts,,  your  crooked  works 
 
 (amend, 
 Fly  to  the  Saviour,  make  the  Judge  your  friend. 
 Thenjoin,  ye  faints,   "wake  ev'ry  cheerful  paj/ion  ; 
 When  Chr'jJ  returns,  he  comes  for  your  falvation. 
 
 Psalm  LI.     ift  Fart.   Loag  Metre. 
 
 A  Penitent  pleading  for  Pardon. 
 
 1   OHEVV  pity,   Lord;  O  Lord?  forgive, 
 O   Let  a  repenting  rebel  live  ; 
 Are  not  thy  mercies  large  and  free  ?•' 
 May  not  a  finner  trull  in  thee  ? 
 
 '%,  My  crimes  are  great,  but  not  fu'rpafi* 
 Trie  povv'r  sr.d  glory  of  thy  grace  : 
 'la 
 
IGBB  P  S  A  L  M    LI. 
 
 Great  God)  thy  nature  hath  no- bound !  ~ 
 So  let  thy  pard'ning  grace  oe  found. 
 
 3  O  wafh  my  foul  from  ev'ry  {in  ! 
 
 And  make  my  guilty  conscience  clean  : 
 Here*  on  my  heart,  my  burden  lies ; 
 And  paft  oifences  pain  my  eyes. 
 
 4  My  lips  with  fhame  my  fins  confefs, 
 Againft  thy  law,  againit  thy  grace  : 
 Lord,  mould  thy  judgment  grow  fevere,    . 
 I  am  condemn'd,  but  thou  art  clear. 
 
 5  Should  fudden  vengeance  feize  my  breath* 
 I  mult  pronounce  thee  juli  in  death  : 
 And  if  my  foul  were  fent  to  hell, 
 
 Thy  righteous  law  approves  it  well. 
 
 6  Yet  fave  a  trembling  firmer,   Lord, 
 Whoie  hope,  ftiil  hov'ring  round  thy  word; 
 Would  light  on  fame  fwcet  promife  there, 
 
 g^g  lure  iupport  againft  defpair. 
 
 Psalm  LI.    2d  Part.    Long  Metre. 
 
 Original  end  Actual  Sin  confejfed. 
 
 LORD,  I  am  vile,  concciv'd  in  fin, 
 And  born  unholy  and.  unclean, 
 Sprung  from  the  man  whoie  guilty  fall 
 Corrupts  his  race,  and  taints  us  all. 
 
 2  Soon  as  we  draw  our  infant  breath, 
 The  leeds  of  tin  crow  up  for  death  ; 
 Thy  law  demands  a  perfecl  heart, 
 But  we're  deril'd  in  ev'ry  part. 
 
 3  [Great  God,  create  my  he»rt  anew? 
 
 form  my  fpirit  pure  and  true- j 
 make  me  wife  betimes,  to  fpy 
 My  danger  and  my  remedy] 
 
 ■    Heboid,  I  fall  before  thy  face  •,  . 
 My  only  reft  g«  is  thy  £**« ; 
 
PSALM    LI.  ic^ 
 
 No  outward  forms  can  -make -me  clcari' 
 The  leprofy  lies  deep  within  : 
 
 5  Nov  bleeding  bird,  r.cr  bleeding  beaft, 
 
 '  Nor  hyfibp  branch,  nor  fp  rink-ling  prieft, 
 Nor  running  brook,  nor  flood,  nor  fea. 
 Can  wain  the  difmal  {tain  away. 
 
 6  Jefus,  my  Cod,,  thy- biood/ralone 
 Hath  pow'r  fufricient  to  atone  ; 
 
 Thy  biaod  can  make  me- white  as  fnow, ; 
 No  Jewilh  types  sould  cleanfe  me  fo. 
 
 7  While  guilt  difturbs  and  breaks  my  peace 
 Nor  rleih,  nor  foul,  hath  reft  or  eafe, 
 Lord,  let  me  hear  thy  pard'ning  voice,-   , 
 And  make  my  broken  bones  rejoice. 
 
 rTs  a  l  m    LI.    3d  Part.    Long  Metre. 
 
 eti>s  Backflider  reflated ;     cr,   Repentance  and  Fait** 
 in  the  Blood  of  Chriji, 
 THOU,  who  hear'ft  when  flnners  cry  ! 
 Tho  all  my  crimes  before  thee  lie, 
 Behold  them  not  with  angry  look, 
 But  blot  their  mem'ry  from  thy  book. 
 
 O  Create  my  nature  pure  within, 
 And  form  my  foul  averfe  to  fin  ; 
 Let  thy  good  Spirit  ne'er  depart* 
 Nor  hide  thy  pretence  from  my  heart= 
 
 3  ,1  cannot  live  without  thy  light, 
 
 Caft  out  and  banifh'd  from  thy  lights 
 Thine  holy  joys,  my  God,  reftore; 
 And  guard  me*  that  1  fall  no  more. 
 
 4  Tho  I  have  griev'd  thy  Spirit,  Lord, 
 His  help  and  comfort  ftill  afford  : 
 
 And  let  a  wretch  come  near  thy  throne*, 
 To  plead  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 
 
 5  A  broken. heart*. my  God,  my  King* 
 is  ail  the  facrificeJI  bring  : 
 
iof  PS  At  H    LI. 
 
 The  Cod  of  s;tacc  will  reVr  defpiie 
 A  broker  heart  for  facrifice- 
 
 C  My  foul  lies  humbled  in  the  durf. 
 And  owns  thy  dreadful  fentence  juft ; 
 Look  down,  O  Lord*  with  pit'ing  e)  e, 
 And  lave  the  foul  condemn 'd  to  die. 
 
 7  Then  will  1  teach  the  world  thy  ways  ; 
 Sinners  fhall  learn  thy  lb  v 'reign  gracfe; 
 1  11  lead  them  to  my  Saviour's  blood, 
 And  they  (hall  prail'e  a  pard'ning  God- 
 
 S  O  may  thy  love  infpire  my  tongue  ! 
 Salvation  fhall  be  all  rt\y  fong ; 
 And  all  ray  pow'rs  fnall  join  to  blefs 
 The  Lord  my  ftrength  and  rtghteoufnefs. 
 
 Psalm  LI.     lit  Part.    Corn.  Metre. 
 
 Original  and  Atlual  Sin  cenfeffed  and  ■pardoned. 
 
 s   J    ORD,   I  would  fpread  my  fore  diilrefs 
 A—/     And  guilt  before  thine  eyes  ; 
 Agaiftft  thy  laws,  againft  thy  grace, 
 How.  high  my  crimes  arife  ! 
 
 2  Should'*!  thou  condemm  my  foul  to  hell, 
 
 And  crufh  my  flefh  to  du(t, 
 Ileav'n  would  approve  thy  vengeance  well, 
 And  earth  mult  own  it  juft. 
 
 3  I  from  the  flock  of  Adam  came, 
 
 Unhory  and  unclean  ; 
 All  my  original  is  fliame, 
 And  all  my  nalur*  iin. 
 
 4  Born  in  a  world  of  guilt,  I  drew 
 
 Contagion  with  my  breath, 
 And  as  my  days  advane'd,  I  grew 
 A  jafier  prey  for  death. 
 
 5  Clean  ft?  me,  O  Lord  ;  and  cheer  mj  fout 
 
 With  thy  forgiving  love  ; 
 O  make  n.y  broken  fpirit  whole, 
 A»d  "(J. j  rry  pains  remove. 
 
PSJLM   LI,     LIII.  m 
 
 6  Let  not  thyfpirit  quite  depart, 
 
 Nor  drive  me  from  thy  face  ; 
 Create  anew  my  .-vicious  heart. 
 And  fill  it  with  thy  grace. 
 
 7  Then  will  1  make  thy  mercy  known 
 
 Before  the  fons  of  men  ; 
 Backiliders  £haii  addrefs  thy  throne", 
 And  turn  to  God  again. 
 
 Psalm   LI.    id  Part.t  Com.  Metre. 
 
 Repentance  and  Faith  in  the  Blood  of  Chri-fi* 
 
 GOD  of  mercy,  hear  my  -call* 
 My  load,  of  guilt  remove  ;  - 
 Break  down  the  feparating  wall 
 Which  mrsrse  from  thy  love.  ■     * 
 
 2  Give  me  the  prefence  of  thy  grace? 
 
 Then  my  rejoicing  tongue 
 Shall  fpeak  aloud  thy  righteoufnefs, 
 And  make  thy  praife  my  long. 
 
 3  No  blood  of  goats  nor  heifers  (lain 
 
 For  fin  could  ere  atone  ; 
 The  death  of  Chrift  ihali  flill  remain  - 
 Sufiicient  and  atone. 
 
 4  A  foul  opprefs'd  with  fin's-  defert, 
 
 My  God  will  ne'er  dsfpife  ; 
 A  humble  groan,  a  broken  heart? 
 Is  cur  belt  facriiice. 
 
 Psalm-  LIII.    Common  Metre., 
 
 ViBory  and  Deliverance  from  Perfecution- 
 RE  all  the  foes  of  Zion  fools, 
 Who  thus  devour  her  faints  ? 
 Do  they  not  know  her  Saviour  rules, 
 And  pities  her  complaints  ? 
 
 1  They  (hall  be  feiz'd  with  fad  furprife  ; 
 For  God'o  revenging  arm 
 
 % 
 
•tc6  PSALM    LV. 
 
 Scatters  the  bones  of  thefe  who  rife 
 To  do  his  children  harm. 
 
 3  ]n  vain  the  fons  of  fatan  boaft 
 
 Of  armies  in  array  ; 
 When  God  has  fhft  defpis'd  their  hoft* 
 
 They  fall  an  eafy  prey. 
 4 
 
 O  for  a  word  from  Zion's  King, 
 
 Her  captives  to  reftore  ! 
 Jacob>  with  all  his  tribes,  fhall  fing, 
 
 And  J[udah  weep  no  more. 
 
 Psalm    LV.     Com.  Metre. 
 
 Support  for  the  ajjiiBcd  and  tempted  Soul, 
 
 l  f\  GOD,  my  refuge!  hear  my  ciies> 
 W     Behold  my  flowing  tears, 
 For  earth  and  hell  my  hurt  devife, 
 And  triumph  in  my  fears. 
 
 %■  Their  rage  is  level! 'd  at  my  lifer 
 My  foul  with  guilt  they  load, 
 And  fiii  my  thoughts  with  inward  ftrife> 
 To  make  my  hope  in  God. 
 
 J   With  inward  pain  my  heart-firings  found  ; 
 I  groan  with  ev'ry  breath  : 
 Ilo-ror  and  fear  befet  me  round, 
 Among  the  fhades  of  death. 
 
 4  O  were  I  like  a  feather'd  dove, 
 
 And  innocence  had  wings  ; 
 I'd  fly,  and  make  a  long  remove* 
 From  all  thefe  reftlefs  things- 
 
 5  Let  me  to  fome  wild  defart  go. 
 
 And  find  a  peaceful  home  ; 
 Where  ftorms  of  malice  never  b) 
 Temptations  never  come,. 
 
 fl"  Vain  hopes  and  vain  inventions  a'.i» 
 To  'fcape  the  rage  of  hell  t 
 
PSALM   LV.  107 
 
 ""The  mighty  God,  on, whom  I  call, 
 ■Can  i'ave  me  here  as  we'll. 
 
 *j  By  morning-light  I'll  fcekJiis  face, 
 At  noon  repeat  my  cry, 
 The  night  {hall  hear  me  afk  his  grace3 
 Nor  will  he  long  deny. 
 
 "8  God  (hail  preferve  my  foul  from  fear, 
 Or  fbield  me  when  afraid  : 
 Ten  thoufand  angels  muft  appear, 
 If  he  commands  their  aid. 
 
 9  I  cafl  my- burdens  on  the  Lord* 
 The  Lord  fuftains  them  all ; 
 My  courage  refts  upon  his  word* 
 That  faints  (hall  never  fall. 
 
 io  My  higheft  hopes  fhall  not  be  vairij 
 My  lips  (hall  foread  his  praife  ; 
 While  cruel  and  deceitful  men 
 Scarce  live  out  half  their  days. 
 
 Psalm   LV.     Short  Metre. 
 
 Dangerous    Proffciity  ;     or,    daily  ~  Devotion    zn*- 
 
 couraged. 
 I    T    ET  finners  take  their  courfe, 
 1  j     And  chufe  the  road  to  death  ; 
 But  in  the  worihip  cf  my  God 
 I'll  fpend  my  daily  breath. 
 
 z  My  thoughts  addrefs  his  throne. 
 When  morning  brings  the  light  j 
 I  feek  his.bleffing  ev'ry  neon. 
 And  pay  my  vows  at  night. 
 
 3  Thou  wiit  regard  my  cries, 
 
 O  my  eternal  God  ! 
 While  iinners  periih,  in  furprifej 
 Beneath  thine  angry  rod. 
 
 4  Becaufe  they  dwell  at  eafe, 
 
 And  no  fad  changes  fee!, 
 They  neither  fear  nor  truft  thy  name? 
 Nor  learn  to  do  thy  will. 
 
£08  PS  A  I  M    LVI, 
 
 5   But  I,  with  all  rny  cares, 
 Will  lean  upon  the  Lord  ; 
 I'll  caft  ray  burdens  on  his  arm, 
 And  red  upon  his  word 
 
 ■I  His  arm  fhal!  well  fufta'm 
 The  children  of  his  love  ; 
 The  ground  on  which  their  fafcty  (lands 
 No  earthly  pow'r  can  move. 
 
 Psalm  LVI.    Corn.  Metre. 
 
 Jj-Uverarce.  fr<->m  GpbrcJTion  and  FalJbo*d  ;  cr,  God\ 
 Care  of  his  People  in  Anjzuer  10  Fciith  and  Prayer, 
 
 i   f~\  THOU  !  whofe  juftice  reigns  on  high, 
 v/     And  makes  th'  oppreflcr  ccafc, 
 Behold  how  env'ous  miners  try 
 To  vex  and  break  my  peace 
 
 2  The  fons  of  violence  ar.d  lies 
 
 Join  to  devour  me,  Lord  ; 
 But  as  my  hourly  dangers  rife, 
 My  refuge  is,  thy  word. 
 
 3  In  God  moft  holy,  juft  and  true, 
 
 I  have  repos'd  my  truit ; 
 Nor  will  I  fear  what  f.efh  can  do, 
 The  offspring  of  the  duft. 
 
 4  They  wreft  my  words  to  mifchief  fii\, 
 
 Charge  me  with *un known  faults  ; 
 Mifchief  doth  all  their  councils  fill, 
 And  malice  all  their  thoughts. 
 
 5  Shall  they  efcape,  without  thy  frown  ? 
 
 Muft  their  devices  ftand  ? 
 O,  craft  the  haughty  (inner  down, 
 And  let  him  know  thy  hand  ! 
 
 Pa  u  s  e. 
 
 .  6  God  counts  the  farrows  of  his  faints. 
 Their  groans  ai'ect  his  cars  j 
 
PSJLM   LVI1.  109 
 
 Thou  haft  a  book  for  my  complaints? 
 A  bottle  for  my  tears. 
 
 .7  When  to  thy  throne  I  raife  my  cry, 
 The  wicked  fear  and  flee  ; 
 So  fwift  is  pray'r  to  reach  the  fky} 
 So  near  is'<5od  to  me. 
 
 "%  In  thee,  moft  holy,  juft  and  true* 
 I  have  rep os 'd   my_  truft  ; 
 Nor  will!  fear  what  man  can  do» 
 The  offspring  of  the  duff. 
 
 <$  Thy  folemn  vows  are  on  me,  Lord  : 
 Thou  (halt  receive  my  praife ; 
 I'll  fing,  bow  faithful  is-thy  ivord ',• 
 How  righteous  all  thy  ways  ! 
 
 to  Thou  haft  fecur'd  my  foul  from  death  9 
 O  let  thy  pris'ner  free  ! 
 That  heart  and  hand,  and  life  and  breatfi* 
 May  be  employ 'd  for  thee. 
 
 Psalm    LVII.     Long  Metre. 
 
 Praife  for  ProteEiion,   Grace  and  Truth. 
 1  "\  ft  Y  God»  in  whom  are  all  the  fprings 
 iYJL     Of  boundlefs  love  and  grace  unknown ; 
 Hide  me  beneath  thy  fpreading  wings, 
 Till  the  dark  cloud  is  overblown. 
 
 Z  -Up  to  the  heav'ns  I  fend  my  cry  ; 
 The  Lord  will  my  defires  perform  ; 
 He  fends  his  angels  from  the  fky,# 
 And  faves  me  from  the  threatening  ftorm. 
 
 3   Be  thou  exalted,  "O  my  God  ! 
 
 Above  the  heav'ns,  where  angels  dwell} 
 Thy  pow'r  on  earth  be  known  abroad, 
 And  land  to  land  thy  wonders  tell. 
 
 4,  My  heart  is  fix'd  ;  my  fong  fhall  raife 
 Immortal  honours  to  thy  name  5 
 K 
 
1  ip  -P  S  A  I  M    LViJL 
 
 Awahe,  ,rny  tongue,  to  found  his  praifc; 
 My  tongue,  the  glory  oi  my  frame. 
 
 5  High  o'er  the  earth  his  mercy  reigns, 
 And  reaches  to  the  utmoit  fky  ; 
 
 His  truth  to  endlefs  years  remains, 
 When  lower  worlds  diffolve  aiid  die. 
 
 6  Be  thou  exalted,  0  my  Cod  ! 
 
 Above  the  heav'ns  where  angels  dwell,; 
 Thy  pow'r  on  earth  be  known  abroad, 
 And  land  to  land  thy  wonders  tell. 
 
 Psalm    LVIII.     -Par.  Met. 
 
 IVkrnlng  to  ?vljgijlrc<ics. 
 3     TUDGES,  who  rule  the  world  by  laws, 
 jj       Will  ye  defpife  the  righteous  caiife, 
 
 When  th'  injur'd  poor  before  you  Hands  ? 
 Dare  ye  condemn  the  righteous  poon 
 And  let  rich  fanners  'fcape  feture, 
 
 While  gold  and  greatnefs  bribe  your  hands  ? 
 
 2  Have  ye  forgot,  or  never  knew, 
 That  God  will  judge  the  Judges  too  ? 
 
 High  in  the  heav'ns  his  juttice  reigns  ; 
 Yet  you  invade  the  rights  of  God, 
 And  fend  your  bold  deuces  abroad 
 
 To  bind  the  confidence  in  your  chains. 
 
 3  A  poifon'd  arrow  is  your  tongue, 
 The  arrow  fharp,  tiie  poifon  firong, 
 
 And  death  attends  where  e'er  it  wounds  ; 
 You  hear  no  ccunfels,  cries  or  tears  ; 
 So  the  deaf  adder  iteps  her  ears 
 
 Agaihfl.  the  pow'r  of  charming  founds, 
 
 4  Break  out  their  teeth,  eternal  God, 
 Thofe  teeth  of  lions  dy'J  in  blood  ; 
 
 A  ul  crufh  the  ferpents  in  the  dull : 
 As  empty  chafF,  when  whirlwinds  rife* 
 JJeioie  the  fwceping  tempefl  dies, 
 
 So  let  their  ho;:.-,  and  names  be  loft 
 
PSilM   LX,  in 
 
 5f  Th!  Almighty  thunders  from  the  flcy  * 
 Their  grandeur  melts,  their  titles  die  ; 
 
 As  hills  of  fnow  diilolve  and  run, 
 Or  fnailsiwhich  perifh  in  their  fiime, 
 Or  births  which  come  before  their  timer 
 Vain  births  that  never  fee  the  fun  ! 
 
 6-  Thus  (hall  the  vengeance  of  the  Lord 
 Safer y  and  joy  to  faints  afford ;- 
 
 And  all,  who  hear,  mall  join  and  fay, 
 "Sure  there's  a  God. who  rules  on  hign, 
 «»A  God  who  hears  his  children  cry, 
 "  And  will  their  fuif'rings  well  repay." 
 
 Psalm    BX.     Common  Metre, 
 
 9n  a  Day  of  Humiliation  for  Difapfointments  in  War, 
 ORD,  haft  thou.caft  the  nation  off? 
 
 'L 
 
 Muft  we  forever  mourn  ? 
 Wilt  thou  indulge  immortal  wrath  ? 
 Shall  mercy  ne'er  return  ? 
 
 ■1  The  terror  of  one  frown  of  thine- 
 Melts  all  our  ftrength  away  ; 
 Like  men  who  totter,  drunk  with  wine; 
 We  tremble  in  difmay. 
 
 3  Our  Zion  (hakes  beneath  thy  ftroke," 
 
 And- dreads  thy  threatening  hand; 
 .O  heal-the  people  thou  haft  broke, 
 |leftore  the  trembling  land. 
 
 4  Lift  up  a  banner  in- the  field, 
 
 For  thofe  who  fear  thy  name  : 
 Save  thy  beloved  with  thy  fliield; 
 And  put  our  foes  to  ihame. 
 
 5.  Go  with  our  armies  to  the  fight. 
 Like  a  confed'rate  God  : 
 In  vain  confed'rate  pow'rs  unite 
 Againft  thy  lifted  rod, 
 
3i2        PSALM    LXI,    LXII. 
 
 6  Our  troops  fhall  gain  a  wide  renown 
 By  thine  atfifting  hand  ; 
 'Tis  God  who  treads  the  mighty  down* 
 And  makes  the  feeble  ftand. 
 
 Psalm    LXI.     Short  Mefre* 
 
 Safety  in  God. 
 
 1  T  TT  THEN  overwhelm 'd  with  grief, 
 VV       My  heart  within  me  dies, 
 Melplefs,  and  far  from  all  reliefs 
 T.o  heav'n  I  lift  my  eyes. 
 
 a  ©  lead  me  to  the  rock 
 
 That's  high  above  my  head  ! 
 And  make  the  covert  of  thy  wings 
 My  fhelter  and  my  made. 
 
 3  Within  thy  prefence,  Lord, 
 
 fiorever  I'll  abide ; 
 Thou  art  the  tow'r  of  my  defence? 
 The  refuge  where  I  hide. 
 
 4  Thou  giveft  me  the  lot 
 
 Of  thofe  who  fear  thy  name; 
 If  endlefs  life  be  their  reward, 
 1  ihail  poffefs  the  fame. 
 
 P  s  a  l  m     LXII.     Long  Metre. 
 
 No  Trvjl  in    the  Creatures  ;     vrt    Faith    in  dlvjfc- 
 Grace  and  Pcrvf)\ 
 
 "i  1V/T Y  fpilit  looks  t0  Cod  alone ' 
 
 IV JL      My  only  refuge  is  his  throne ; 
 3n  all  my  fears,  in  all  my  ftrairs, 
 My  foul  on  his  falvation  waits. 
 
 -  Tiuft  him,  ye  faints,  in  all  your  ways 
 Pour  out  your  hearts  before  his  face  . 
 When  helpers  fail,  and  foes  invade, 
 God  is  our  all-fufficicnt  aid. 
 
PSALM    LXIIL  i 
 
 *  Falfe  are  the  men  of  high  degree, 
 The  bafer  fort  are  vanity  ; 
 Laid  in  the  balance,  both  appear 
 Light  as  a  puff  of  empty  air. 
 
 4  Make  not  increafing  gold  your  trait-. 
 Nor  fet  your  heart  on  glitt'ring  duft  ; 
 Why  will  you  grafp  the  fleeting  fmoke, 
 And  not  believe  what  God  has  fpoke  ? 
 
 <j  Once  has  his  awful  voice  declar'd, 
 Once  ana  again  my  ears  have  heard? 
 «'  All  pow'r  is  his  eternal  due  ; 
 "  Ke  muft  be  fear'd  and  iruiied  too.'*" 
 
 6-  For  fov'reign  power  reigns  not  alone, 
 Grace  is  a  partner  of  the  throne  : 
 Thy  grace  and  juftice,  mighty  Lord, 
 Shall  well  divide  our  iaft  reward. 
 
 Psalm  LXill.    i  ft  Part.  Com. Metre 
 
 The  Morning  of  a  Lord's  Day. 
 z  T7ARLY,  my  God?  without  delay, 
 JL_j     I  harfe  to  feel:  thy  face  : 
 My  thirfty  fpirit  faints  away, 
 Without  thy  cheering  grace. 
 
 3^  So  pilgrims  on  the  fcorching  fand. 
 Beneath  a  burning  iky, 
 Long  for  a  cooling  ftream  at  hand? 
 And  they  muft  drink,  or  die. 
 
 3  I've  feen  thy  glory  and  thy  pow'r 
 Through  all  thy  temple  fhine  ; 
 My  God,  repeat  that  heav'nly  hour 
 That  vifion  fd  divine. 
 
 4.  Not  all  the  bleiTings  of  a  feaft 
 
 Can  pleafe  my  foul  fo  well, 
 '   As  when  thy  richer  grace  I  tafte7- 
 
 And  in  thy  prefence  dwell. 
 K   2 
 
ii4  P'S  A  L  M    LXIIL 
 
 5  Not  life  itfelf,  with  all  her  ioys, 
 Can  my  bsft  paffions- move, 
 Or  raife  lb  high  my  cheerful  voice 
 A:  thy  forgiving  love. 
 
 fr  Thus,  till  my  laft  expiring  day, 
 I'll  blefs  my  God  and  King, 
 Thus  will  I  lift  my  hands  to  pray,  \ 
 And  tune  my  lips  to  fing. 
 
 Psalm  LXIII.    2d  Part.  Com.  Metre, 
 
 Midnight  Thoughts  recolle&td. . 
 
 1  ,rT,\VAS  in  the  watches  of  the  night 
 
 A       1  thought  upon  thy  povv'rj 
 1  kept  thy  lovely  face  in  light 
 Amidft  the  darkeft  hour. 
 
 2  My  fleih  lay  refting  en  my  bed, 
 
 My  foul  avofc  on  high  ; 
 My  God !  my  Life  !  my  Hope,  I  faid> 
 Bring  ihy  JklvutJon  nigh. 
 
 3  My  fpirit  labors  up  thine  Kill, 
 
 And  clinbs  the  hcav'nly  road  : 
 But  thy  right  hand  upholds  me  fiilW  . 
 While  I  purfue  my  God. 
 
 4  Thv  mercy  ftrctches  o'er  my^head. 
 
 The  (hadow  of  thy  wings ; 
 My  heart  rejoices  in  thine  aid, 
 My  tongue  awakes,  and  fings. 
 
 5  But  the  deftroyers  of  my  peace 
 
 Shall  fret  and  rage  in  vain  : 
 The  tempter  fnall  forever  ceafe, 
 And  all  my  fins  be  Ham. 
 
 6  Thy  fword  lhall  give  my  foes  to  death; 
 
 And  fend  them  down  to  dwell 
 Ir»  rht  dark  .  aVeVns  of  the  earth> 
 Or  tc  the  depth's  of  iivli. 
 
P  S  A  L  M   LXIIK  1 2  5 
 
 Psalm-  LXIII.    Long  Metre. 
 
 hanging  after  Cid;  or,   the  Love  of  Gcd  better  th<m. 
 Life. 
 
 x  f>  REAT  God,  indulge  my  humble  claim: 
 v_T     Thou  art  my  hope,  my  joy»  my  reft  ; 
 The  glories  which  compofe  thy  name 
 Stand  all  engag'd  to  males  me  blcft. 
 
 1  Thou  great  and  good,  thou  jufl  and  wife,  . 
 Thou  art  my  Father  and  my  God  ; 
 And  I  am  thine,  by  facred  ties  ; 
 Thy  fon,  thy  fervant,  bought  with  blood*. 
 
 3  With  heart,  and  eyes,  and  lifted  hands>_ 
 For  thee  I  long,  to  thee  I  look, 
 
 As  travellers,  in  thirfty  lands, 
 Pant  ior  the  cooling  water  -brook.. 
 
 4  With  early  feet  T  love  t'  appear 
 Among  thy  faints,  and  feek  thy  face  ;  - 
 Oft  have  I  feen  thy  glory  there, 
 
 And  felt  the  pow'r  of  fov'ieign  grace. 
 
 5  Not  fruits,  nor  wines*  which  tempt  our  taft$». 
 Nor  all  the  joys  our  fenfes  know, 
 
 Could  make  me  fo  divinely  bleft*.. 
 Or  raife  my  cheerful  paffion  fo. 
 
 6*  My  life  itfelf,  without  thy  love, 
 No  tafte  of  pleafure  could  afford  ; 
 'Twould  but- a  tirefome  burden  prove^ 
 If  I  were  ban  if  h'd  from  the  Lord. 
 
 .}  Amidft  the  wakeful  hours  of  nighr,  , 
 
 When  bufy  cares  afriitl  my  head, 
 One  thought  of  thee  gives  new  del  igbti 
 And  adds  refreshment  to  my  bed. 
 
 8  I'll  lift  my  hands,  I'll  raife  my  voice, 
 -   While  I  have  breath  tq  pray  or  praife  ; 
 
 This  work fhall  make  my  heart  rejoice? 
 
 And  fgend  the  remnajvt  oi'-my  days. 
 
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 116  PSJflM    LXIII. 
 
 P  s  a  l  :.:     LXIII.     Short  Metre,. 
 
 Seeking  God. 
 
 .   "K   l"Y  G  »di  permit  my  ' 
 i\i      Thisjoy^  to  call  thee  i 
 
 And  early  cries  prevail 
 
 To  tafte  thy  love  divine. 
 
 z   My  thirfty  f  foul 
 
 Fi;.  mercy  d 
 N  t  travelle  -    : . 
 
 Can  pant  fo*  wa;er  .nove. 
 
 j^  Within  thy  churches,  Lord, 
 I  1  mg  to  find  my  place, 
 Thj  to  behoid,- 
 
 And  feci  thy  quick'ning  grace 
 
 4  Fvr  life,  without  thy  !~ve, 
 
 No  re        .  -  •   ■   ' 
 joy  can  he  comparM  with  * 
 
 To  fervs  and  pleaie  the  Lord- 
 
 5  To  thee  I'll  lift  my 
 
 Und  praif?  t;-  I  live  ; 
 
 Not  ail  the  dainties  c 
 Such  food  or  pieafure  -j:..c. 
 
 6  In  wakeful  hours  of  nigh: 
 
 I  «_ail  my  God  to  mir 
 I  think  how  wife  thy  -  are> 
 
 And  aii  thy  de-lii:: 
 
 >„!:  ir.ee  thou  hi  ft  been  ;p.v 
 To  thee  my  fph-ir  nies, 
 Kc  i  on  thy  watchful  provider 
 My  cheerful  hope  re.iei. 
 
 rhe  (hadow  of  try  v. 
 
 .   foul  in  faiety  kuc, 
 1  follow  where  my  Fat'ner  )ea.-t,, 
 - .-  i  t;  fupparti  r.:>  fa 
 
PSALM    LXV.  itr 
 
 Psalm.   LXV.     i  ft  Part.     Long  Metre. 
 
 Public  Prayer  and  Pra-ife. 
 I  HPHE  praife  of  Zion  waits  for  thee» 
 
 X       My  God  ;  and  praife  becomes  thy  houfe  4 
 There  (hail  thy  faints  thy  glory  fee, 
 And  there  perform  their  public.' vows. 
 
 £  O  thou  !  whofc  ntercy  bends  the  (kies^ 
 To  fave,  when  humble  iinners  prayr 
 All  lands  to  thee  fhall  lift  then  eye,s. 
 
 And  iflands.  of  the  Northern  fea. 
 
 «. 
 
 3  Againil  my  will  my  tins  prevail, 
 
 But  grace  fhall  purge  away  their  ftain  ; 
 The  blood  of  Chrift  will-  never  fail 
 To  warn  my  garments  white  again. 
 
 4  Bleft  is  the  man  whom  thcu  fhalt  choofe?  - 
 And  give  him  kind  accefs  to  thee  ; 
 
 Give  him  a  place  within  thine  houfe. 
 To  tafte.thy  love  divinely  free. 
 
 Pa  u  s  e. 
 
 5  Let  Babel  fear  when  Zion  prays  ; 
 Babel,  prepare  for  long  diftrefsi 
 When  Zioa'xS  God  himfelf  arrays 
 In  terror  and  in  righteoufnefs. 
 
 6  With  dreadfvl,  glory  God  fulfils 
 What  his  afflicted  faints  requeft ; 
 And  with  almighty  wrath  reveals 
 His  iove,  to  give  his  churches  refL 
 
 7  Then  fnall  the  flocking  nations  run 
 To  Zion's  hili,  and  own  their  Lord  ;.-, 
 The  rihng  and  the  letting  fun 
 
 Shall  fee  the  Saviour's  name  adord. 
 
 Psalm  LXV.     2d  Part.     Long  Metre. 
 
 Divine  Providence  in  Air,    Eurtk  and  Sea  ;    or,  the 
 
 God  of  Nature  and  Grace. 
 1   HPHE  God  of  our  falvation  hears 
 
 X       The  groans  of  Zicn  mix'd  with  tears ; 
 
u8  PSALM    LXV. 
 
 Yet  Avhen  he  comes,  with  kind  defigr** 
 Tiirough  ali  the  way  iiib  terror  mines. 
 
 2  On  him  the  race  of  man  depends, 
 }  j.(  *i  the  earth's  remote.1  ends, 
 Where  the  Creauur'ifi  name  is  known 
 I3y  nature's  feeble  light  alone. 
 
 3  Sailors,  who  travel  o'er  the!  flood, 
 Addrefs  their  frighted  fouls  to  God, 
 When  terripefts  rage,  ?md  billows  roar. 
 At  dreadful  ciiftance  from  the  fj 
 
 4-  He  bids  the  ncify  tempeft  ccafe, 
 He  cairns  the  raging  crowd  to  peace, 
 When  a  tumultous  nation  raves, 
 Wild  as  t«e  winds,  and  loud  as  wave's. 
 
 5  Whole  kingdoms,  fhaken  by  the  ftorm, 
 lie  fettles,  m  a  peaceful  form  ; 
 Mountains,  eftabliuVd  by  his  hand, 
 Firm  on  their  old  foundations,  fta'nd.* 
 
 6  Behold,  his  er.figns"  fweep  the  iky, 
 New  comets  bU-e,  and  lightnings  ; 
 The  Heathen  lands,  with, fad  iurprize* 
 From  ihe  bright  horrors  turn  their  t 
 
 7.  At  his  command- the  morning  ray 
 Smiles  in  the  eaft,  and  leads  th 
 He  guides  the  fun's,  declining  wheels 
 Over  the  too.;  ofweftern  hill*. 
 
 8  5eafons  and  times  obey  his  A'cice  *, 
 The  ev'ning  and  the  mora  re; 
 
 To  fee  the  earth  made  foft  with  mpwersi 
 Laden  with  fruit  and  dreft  in  flojw'rs. 
 
 9  'Tis  from  his  w.-.t!ry  ftoi        i    I  tigli 
 
 ' :  gives  tne  thirfty  ground  fi 
 H  ■  walks  upon  the  clouds,  arid  thence 
 Dotn  hii  enriching  drops  difpenf.-. 
 
 KO  The  defart  grows  a  fruitful  field 
 Abundant  frutf  t::e  vallLej  yields 
 
The  vallies  lhout  with  cheerful  voice, 
 And  ncighb'iing  hills  repeat  theirjoys. 
 
 ii  The  pafhres  fmile,  in  green  array  ; 
 
 There  lambs  and  larger  cattle  play  ;  ^ 
 
 The  larger  cattle  and  the  "'lamb, 
 Each  in  his  language  fpeaks-thy  name. 
 
 • 
 iz  Thy  works  pronounce  thy  pow'r  divine- 5 
 O'er  ev'ry  iield  thy  glories  mine  ; 
 Through  ev'ry  month  thy  gifts  appear  ; 
 'Great  God!  thy  goodnefs  crowns  the  year. 
 
 P  s  a  x.  m    LXV.     i  ft  Fart.  Com /Met. 
 
 A  Prciyer-hcaylng  God,   and  the  Ge>:t!lts  called, 
 
 i    "OR-^JSE  waits  in  Zion,  Lord,  for  thee* 
 ii.        There  (hall  our  vows  be  paid  I 
 Thou  halt  an  ear  when  fmners  prayf 
 Ailrieih  ihall  feek  thins  aid. 
 
 71  Lord,  our  iniquities  prevail, 
 But  pard'ning  grace  is  thine, 
 And  thou  wilt  grant  6s  pow'r  and  Kkiil 
 
 To  conquer  £\  'ry din.  e* 
 
 3  Blefs'd  are  the  men  whom  theu  fha.lt  checfe       " 
 
 To  bring  them  near  thy  face, 
 ■  Give  them  a  dwelling  in  thine  houfe, 
 To  feaft  upon  thy  grace. 
 
 4  In  anfw'ring  what  thy  church  requefts^, 
 
 Thy  truth  and  terror  ihine, 
 And  works  of  dreadful  righteoufnefs 
 Fulfil  thy  kind  defign. 
 
 .5   Tans  lhali  the  wjond'jrLng  nations  fee 
 The  Lord  is  good  and  just  ; 
 A  id  uiiiant  iiiands  by  to  thee, 
 And  make  thy  name  their  tiufr, 
 
 6  Thw  dread  thy  glitt'ring  tokens,   Lords 
 W.icn  ilgrii  in  heav'n  appear  ; 
 
-120  PSALM    LXV. 
 
 But  they  fhall  loam  thv  holy  word. 
 And  love,  as  well  as  tear. 
 
 Psalm     LXV.     2d  Part.    Com.   Metre, 
 
 *7Zv  Provident*  t>f  God  in  Air,   Earth  and  Sea  ;  ort 
 the  Riffling  oj  Rain. 
 j  "■  I  MS  by  thy  ftrength  the  mountains  ftand, 
 JL       God  oi "eternal  pow*ir  ! 
 •'"The  fea  grows  calm  at  thy  command, 
 And  tempefts  ceafe  to  roai. 
 
 2~The  morning  light  and  ev'ning  ihade 
 SuccefTive  comforts  bring  : 
 Thy  plent'ous  fruits  make  harveft  glad, 
 Thy  flow  'is  adorn  the  fpring. 
 
 ;  3  Seafons  and  times,  and  moons  and  hours* 
 Heav'n,  canh  and  air  are  thine  ; 
 When  clouds  dirtil  their  fruitful  fhow'rs, 
 The  Author  is  divine. 
 
 '  4.  Thofe  wand'ting  cifterns  in  the  iky, 
 "Borne  by  the  winds  around, 
 With  wat'ry  treafures  well  fug  ply 
 1     The  furrows  of  the  ground. 
 
 '* «    he  thirfty  ridges  chink  their  nil, 
 ,,jAn  1  ranks  of  corn  appear  : 
 '"  Siv  ways  abound -with  buffings  ftiHj 
 Thv  goodnefs  crowns  the  year. 
 8  « 
 P  s  a  1.  m     LXV.     3d  Part.  Com.  Metre. 
 
 The  Riffling  of  the  Spring;  or,  God  gives  R«in. 
 A  IM'alm  for  the  Hufbandman. 
 1    /^  OOD  is  the  Lord,  the  heav'niy  King, 
 VJ     Who  makes  the  earth  his  care  i 
 Viiits  the  part u res  evVy  fpring, 
 And  bids  the  graft  appear. 
 
 z  The  cloud?,  like  river?,  iais"d  on  high, 
 Pour  our,  at  thy  command, 
 
'?  S  A  L  M    LXVI.  i2i 
 
 "Their  wat'fy  blefnngsfrom  the  iky. 
 To  cheer  the  thirfty  land . 
 
 3  The  foften'd  ridges  of  the  field 
 
 Permit  the  corn  to  fpring  ; 
 
 The  vallies  rich'provifion  yield, 
 
 And  the  poor  lab'rers  fing. 
 
 4  The  little  hills,  on  ev'ryfide, 
 
 Rejoice  at  falling  lhow'rs  ; 
 The  meadows,  drelt  in  all  t'heir  pride, 
 perfume  the  air  with  iiow'rs. 
 
 5  The  barren  clods,  refreih'd  with  rain, 
 
 Promile  a  joyful  crop  ; 
 The  parched  grounds  look  green  again, 
 And  raife  the  reaper's  hope. 
 
 6  The  var'ous  months  thy  goodnefs  crowns  ; 
 
 How  bount'ous  are  thy  ways  ! 
 The  bleating  flocks,  fpread  o'er  the  downs, 
 And  mepherds,  fhout  thy  praife. 
 
 Psalm  LXVI.     ift  Part.     Com.  Metre. 
 
 Governing  Power  and  Goodnefs ;  or,  cur    G^ace  tri- 
 ed by  Ajfiiilions. 
 
 1  QING,  all  ye  nation?,  to  the  Lord, 
 O     Sing  with  a  joyful  noife  ; 
 With  melody  of  found,  record 
 
 His  honours  and  your  joys. 
 
 2  Say  to  the  Pow'r  which  fhakes  the  Hey, 
 
 "  HoWterrible  art  thcu  ! 
 «  Sinners  before  thy  prefence  fly, 
 «  Or  at  thy  feet  they  bow."  ' 
 
 3  [Come,  fee  the  wonders  of  our  God, 
 
 How  glor'ous  are  his  ways  ! 
 ,  In  Mofes'  hand  he  puts  his  rod, 
 And  cleaves  the  frighted  leas. 
 L 
 
i2z  PSALM   XXVI. 
 
 4  He  ma.'.e  the  ebbing  channel  dry, 
 
 While  hr'el  pafs'd  the  flood  ; 
 T-here  did  the  church  begin  their  joy, 
 And  triumph  in  their  God.] 
 
 5  He  rules  by  his  refiftlefs  might : 
 
 What  rebel  mortals  dare 
 P /evoke  th'  Eternal  to  the  fight. 
 And  tempt  that  dreadful  war  ? 
 
 6  O  blefs  our  God,  and  never  ceafe  ! 
 
 Ye  faints,  fulfil  his  praife  ; 
 He  keeps  our  life,  maintains  our  peace, 
 And  guides  our  doubtful  ways. 
 
 7  Lord,  thou  haft  prov'd  our  fufT'ring  fouls? 
 
 To  make  our  graces  fhine  ; 
 So  filver  bears  the  burning  ccals, 
 The  metal  to  refine. 
 
 8  Through  vvat'ry  deeps  and  fiery  ways, 
 
 We  march  at  thy  command, 
 Xed  to  poflefs  the  prcir.is'd  place, 
 By  thine  unerring  hand. 
 
 Psalm    LXVI.     2d  Part.    Com,  Metre. 
 
 Fra'tfe  to  G-dfor  hearing  Prayer. 
 OW  (hall  my  fotemn  vows  be  paid 
 
 'N 
 
 To  that  Almighty  Pow'r, 
 Which  heard  the  long  requelts  I  made 
 In  my  diitrefsful  hou;. 
 
 a  My  lips  and  cheerful  heart  prepare 
 To  make  his  mercies  known  ; 
 Come,  ye  who  fear  my  Gou,  and  hear 
 The  wonders  he  has  done. 
 
 3   When  on  my  head  huge  forrows  fell, 
 I  lought  his  heav'nly  aid  : 
 
 •He  fav'iLmy  linking  ioul  from  hell; 
 And  death's  etcrus,-!  '. 
 
PSALM    LXVII.  123 
 
 4  ff  fin  lay  cover'd  in  my  heart, 
 
 While  pray'r  eraploy'd  my  tongues 
 The  Lord  had  fhewn  me  no  regard, 
 Nor  I  his  praifes  fung. 
 
 5  But  God  (his  name  be  ever  bleft) 
 
 Has  fet  my  fpirit  free; 
 Nor  turn'd  from  him  my  poor  requeft? 
 Nor  turn'd  his  heart  from  me. 
 
 Psalm    LXVII,     Common  Metre. 
 
 *The  Nation's  Profptn'ty,    and  the  Church's  Increafe, 
 
 a    QHINE,  mighty  God,  on  all  the  land, 
 kj     With  beams  of  heav'nly  grace  ; 
 Reveal  thy  pow'r  through  all  our  coafts, 
 And  ihew  thy  frniling  face. 
 
 2,  {Amidft  our  States,  exalted  high, 
 
 Do  thou,  our  glory,  ftand, 
 And.  like  a  wall  of  guard'an  fire* 
 Surround  the  fav'rite  land."] 
 
 3,  When  fhall  thy  name,  from  (hare  to  fhore5 
 
 Sound  all  the  earth,  abroad  ; 
 And  diftant  nations  know  and  love 
 Their  Saviour  and  their  God? 
 
 if  Sing  to  the  Lord,  }*e  refcu'd  States, 
 Sing  loud,  with  folemn  voice  ; 
 While  thankful  tongues  exalt  his  praife, 
 And  grateful  hearts  rejoice. 
 
 5  He,  the  great  Lord,  the  fov 'reign  Judge, 
 
 Who  fits  enthroiVd  above, 
 Wifely  commands  the  worlds  he  mades 
 In  juftice  and  in  love. 
 
 6  Earth  fhall  obey  her  Maker's  will, 
 v     And  yield  a  full  increafe  : 
 
 Our  God  will  crown  this  chofen  clime* 
 With  fiuitfulnefs  and  peace. 
 
124  PSALM    LXVIII, 
 
 7  God,  the  Redeemer,  fcatters  round 
 His  choiceft  favours  here, 
 While  the  creation's  utmoft  bound 
 Shall  fee,  adore,  and  fear. 
 
 Psalm    LXVIII.   ift  Part.  Long  Metre, 
 
 The  Vengeance  and  Companion  of  God. 
 
 i    f~^  OD  will  arife  in  all  his  might, 
 
 v_X     And  put  the  troops  of  hell  to  flight* 
 As  fmoke,  which  fought  to  cloud  the  ikies, 
 Before  the  riling  tempeft  flies 
 
 a  [He  come?^  array'd  in  hurning  flames  ; 
 juftice  and  vengeance  are  his  names  : 
 Behold  his  fain  ing  foes  expire 
 Like  melting  wax  before  the  fire  ] 
 
 3  He  rides  and  thunders  through  the  fky  ; 
 His  name,  Jehovah,  founds  c:i  high  ! 
 Sing  to  his  name,  ye  fons  of  grace  ; 
 
 Ye  faints,  rejoice  before  his  face  ! 
 
 4  The  widow  and  the  fatherlefs 
 Fly  to  his  aid  in  lharp  diftrefs  : 
 In  him  the  poor  and  helplefs  find 
 A  Judge  moil  juft,  a  Father  kind. 
 
 j;   He  breaks  the  captive's  heavy  chain, 
 And  pvis'ners  fee  the  light  again  ; 
 B  it  reoeb,  who  difpute  his  will, 
 Shall  dwell  in  chains  and  darknefs  ftil 
 
 Pause. 
 
 k>  Kingdoms  and  thrones  to  God  belong  ; 
 Crown  him,  ye  na'ions,  in  your  long  ; 
 His  wond'rous  name  and  pow'rs  rehcarfe ; 
 honours  mail  enrich  your  vcrfe. 
 
 ;  He  (hakes  the  heav'ns  with  loud  alarms  ; 
 How  terrible  is  God  in  arms ! 
 
PSALM  LXVIII.  125 
 
 In  Ifr'el  are  his  mercies  known, 
 Ifr'el  is  his  peculiar  throne. 
 
 2  Proclaim  him  King,  pronounce  him  blert; 
 He's  your  defence,  your  joy,  your  reft  ; 
 When  terrors  rife,  and  nations  faint, 
 God  is  the  ftrength  of  ev'ry  faint. 
 
 Psalm  LXVIII.     2d  Part.    Long  Metre' 
 
 Chrijl's  Afaenfon,  and  the  Gift  of  the  Spirit. 
 
 i    T    ORD,  when  thou  didft  afcend  on  high, 
 JL-rf  Ten  thcufand  angels  fill'd  the  iky  : 
 Thofe  heav'niy  guards  around  thee  wait, 
 Like  char'ots  to  attend  thy  ftate. 
 
 i  Not  Sinais'  mountain  could  appear 
 
 More  glor'ous,  when  the  Lord  was  there-f 
 While  he  prcnounc'd  his  dreadful  law, 
 And  ftruck  the  chofen  tribes  with  awe. 
 
 3.-  How  bright  the  triumph  none  can  tell, 
 When  the  rebellious  pow'rs  of  hell, 
 Which  thoufand  fouls  had  captive  made. 
 Were  all  in  chains  like  captives  led! 
 
 4  Rais'd,  by  his  Father,  to  the  throng.., 
 He  fent  the  promis'd  Spirit  down. 
 With  gifts  and  grace  for  rebel  men, 
 That  God  might  dwell  on  earth  again. 
 
 Psalm  LXVIII.    3d  Part.    Long  Metre, 
 
 Fra/fe  for  Temporal  BffJ/ixgs  ;  or,   Common  and  S pi* 
 ritual  Mercies. 
 
 1  "\  X  7E  blefs  the  Lord,  the  j\:ft.  and  good, 
 
 V  V     Who  filis  our  hearts  with  joy  and  food  i 
 Who  pours  his  blefTings  from  the  ikies, 
 And  loads  our  days  with  rich  fupplies. 
 
 2  He  fends  the  fun  his  circuit  round, 
 
 To  cheer  the  fruits,  to  warm  the  ground  £ 
 L  a 
 
F  8  4 1  M    LXIX. 
 
 He  bids  the  clouds  with  plent'ous  rain 
 Refrein  the  thirrty  earth  again. 
 
 3  'Tis  t->  his  care  we  owe  our  breath. 
 And  all  oar  near  efcapes  frorn  death  ; 
 Sifery  and  health  to  God  belong; 
 
 He  heals  the  weak  and  guard*  the  ftrong. 
 
 4  ITe  makes  the-  faint  and  fmner  prove 
 The  common  bleffings  of  his  love  ; 
 13ur  ,iiie  '.vide  diif  hence  which  rernainc, 
 Is  endlefi  joys,,  or  endlefs  pains. 
 
 5  The  Led,  who  bruis'd  the  ferpent's  head9 
 O  \  al!  the  fcrpent's  l'ecd  (hail  tread; 
 
 Tiv?  fl  ibborh  Tinner's  hope  confound. 
 And  finite  hhn  with  a  iafting  wound. 
 
 6  But  hi*  right  hand*  his  faints  £ha!l  raife 
 F  om  the  deep  earth,  or  deeper  feas, 
 And  bring  'hem  to  his  court-  above  ; 
 There  fhali  tney  uCiv  his  fpecial  love. 
 
 Ps  a  l  m  LXIX.    TftPart.   Com.  Metre, 
 
 Tie  Si/jfetitrgs  cfChififor  our  Salvation. 
 i   "   Q.VVEm?,   6  God!  the  fwelHng 
 O      ««  Preak  in  upon  my  foul  ; 
 ««  I  fink,  and  farrows  o'er  my  head 
 '«  Like  rrrighty  waters  roll. 
 
 2  <<  I  crv,  'till  a!l  my  voice  he  gone, 
 
 "  In  te^rs  I  wafte  the  day  ; 
 <;  '.'  behold  my  longing  eyes, 
 
 "  Ar.d  thprten  thy  delay. 
 
 3  m  They  hate  my  fold,  without  a  caufe, . 
 
 ««  /  ,  their  number  p-ows 
 
 <>  M  ,  _■  than  the  hairs  around  my  head, 
 "  And  mighty  are  my  foes. 
 
 4  (.  >T  •  d  that  dreadful  debt 
 
 m  VVhich  !'  «  ■    .    !'» 
 
 hoods 
 
P  S  A  L  M    LXIX.  f^7 
 
 «  And  gave  thofe  honours  to  thy  Iavvs. 
 "Which  fihners  took  away." 
 
 5  Thus,  in  the  great  Meffiah's  name*. 
 
 The  royal  prophet  mourns  ; 
 Thus  he  awakes  our  hearts  to  grief, 
 And  gives  us  joy  by  turns. 
 
 6  "  Now  ihall  the  faints  rejoice  and  find" 
 
 "  Salvation  in  my  name, 
 «  For  I  have  borne  their  heavy  load 
 *«  Ox  for  row,  pain  and  ihame. 
 
 7  <*  Grief,  like  a  garment,  cloth'd  me  round* 
 
 44  And  fackcloth  was  my  drefs, 
 <<  Wiuie  I  procur'd  tor  naked  fouls 
 <*  A  robe  of  ngnt.oufnefs.. 
 
 %  4<  Among  my  brethren  and  the  Jews,. 
 ««  1  like  a,ftranger  ftood, 
 m  And  oore  their  viie. reproach,  to  brirag 
 *'  The  Gentiles  near  to  Gcd. 
 
 9  ««  I  came  in,  finful  mortals'  ilead 
 <k  To  do  my  Father's  will  : 
 "  Yet,  when  I  cleans'd  my  Father's  houfe,. 
 «'  They  llandaliz'd  my  zeal. 
 
 jo  <4  My  fafijng  and  my  holy  groans 
 ««  Were  made  the  drunkard's  fong, 
 44  But.  God  from  his  celeftiai  throne 
 *«  Heard  my  complaining  tongue. 
 
 j i  «4  He  fav'd  me  from  the  dreadful  deep,.  . 
 
 44  Nor  let  mv' foui  be  drovvn'd  ; 
 ««  He  rais'd  and  fix'd  my  finking  feet. 
 44  On  well-eitabiifn'd  ground. 
 
 12  <4  'T.wasio  a  moll  accepted  hour\ 
 »'  My  pray'r  arofe  on  high, 
 44  And,  for  my  fake,  my  G.;d  flail "hear 
 44  The  dying  Qnn'ej's  cry." 
 
i2«-  PSALM    LXIX. 
 
 Psalm    LXIX.     2d  Part.    Com.    Metre; 
 
 The  P.ijjlon  and  Exultation  of  Cbrlji. 
 
 i   \TO'»V  let  our  lips,  with  holy  fear 
 i\i      And  mournful  pteafure;  fir  j 
 The  fuff 'rings  of  our  great  High  Prieftj 
 The  forrows  of  our  King. 
 
 z  He  finks  in  f.oods  of  deep  diftrefs ! 
 How  high  the  waters  rife? 
 While  to  his  heav'aly  Farher's  ear 
 He  fends  peipct'ai  ckies. 
 
 1  Hear  me.   O  Lord,  and  fave  thy  Son? 
 
 "  Nor  hide  thy  mining  face  ; 
 '  Why  ihould  thy  fav'rite  look  like  cue 
 
 ti  Forfaken  of  tny  grace  ? 
 
 <■  With  rage  they  perfecute  the  Man 
 "  Who  groans  beneath  thy  wound? 
 
 '  While*  for  a  facriike,  I  pour 
 «♦  My  life  upon  the  ground* 
 
 •  They  tread  my  honour  to  the  duft« 
 «4  And  laugh,  when  I  complain  ; 
 
 *■  Their  tharp  infuking  flanders  add 
 V  Freih  anguiih  to  my  pain. 
 
 •  All  my  reproach  is  known  to  thee  ; 
 «•  The  fear.dal  and  the  fhame  ; 
 
 •  Reproach  has  broke  my  bleeding  hear^ 
 «*  And  lies  dehle  my,  name. 
 
 •  I  look'd  for  pity,  but  in  vain ; 
 »  My  kindled  are  my  griet  ; 
 
 •  1  afk  my  friends  for  contort  round? 
 •«  But  moet  with  no  relief. 
 
 •  With  vineganhey  mock  my  thirft  ; 
 •*  They  give  me  gall  for  food; 
 
 *-  And.  i porting  with  my  dying  groans* 
 ««  They  tt»mph  in  my  bloo^i- 
 
PSALM    LXDL  12^ 
 
 g  <<  Shine  into  my  diftreffsd  foul  ; 
 «'  Let  thy  companion  fave  ; 
 ««  And,.tho  my  iieih  fink  down  to  death.?, 
 11  Redeem  it  from  the  grave. 
 
 lo  «■  I  {hall  arife  to  praife  thy  name, 
 "  Shall  reign  in  worlds  unknown,. 
 "  And  thy  falvation,   O  my  God  ! 
 «*  Shall  feat  me  on  .thy  throne," 
 
 Psalm    LXIX.    3d  Part.  Com;  Met. 
 
 Cbriji's  Obedience  and  Death  ;  or,  God  glorified  ar.d~- 
 Sinners  fayed*, 
 
 1  T^ATHER,  I  fing  thy  wond'rous  grace  j. 
 JL       I  blefs  my  Saviour's  name  ; 
 He  bought  falvation  fqr  the  poor, 
 And  bore  the  tinner's  ihame. 
 
 a  Kis  deep  diflrefs  has  rais'd  us  high  ; 
 His  duty  and  his  zeal 
 Fulfill' d  the  law  which  mortals  broke,, 
 And  finiih'd  all  thy  will. 
 
 3  His  dying  groans,  his  living  fengs, 
 
 Shall  better  pieafe  my  God, 
 Than  harp  or  trumpet's  foletrtn  found? 
 Than  goats'  or  Bullocks?'  blood- 
 
 4  This  (hall  his  humble  fcii'wers  fee, 
 
 And  fet  their  hearts  at  left  ; 
 They  by  his  death  draw  near  to  theef  " 
 And  live  forever  bieft. 
 
 5  Let  hea-v'n,  and  all  who  dwell  on  high* 
 
 To  God  their  voices  raife, 
 While  lands  and  leas  aifift  the  fky, 
 And  join  t'  advance  his  praife, 
 
 6  Zion  is  thine,  moll  holy  God  ; 
 
 Thy  Son  lhali  blefs  her  gates  ; 
 And  glory,  purchas'd  by  his  blood-; 
 For  thine  own  fcfr'ei  waits. 
 
130  P  S  A  L  M   LXiX. 
 
 P  s  a  l  m    LXIX.     ifl:  Part.    Long  Metre. 
 
 Chrijl' t  PcJJion%    and  Sinners'  Salvation. 
 i    TAEEP  in  our  hearts  let  us  record 
 U     The  deeper  forrows  of  our  Lard  : 
 Behold  the  riling  billows  roll 
 To  overwhelm  his  right'ous  foul ! 
 
 2  In  long  complaints  he  fpends  his  breath  \ 
 While  holts  of  hell,  and  pow'rs  of  death^ 
 And  a'l  the  fons  of  malice,  join 
 
 To  execute  their  curli  delign. 
 
 3  Yet,  gracious  God,  thy  pow'r  and  love 
 Have  made  a  curie  a  bleffing  prove : 
 Thole  dreadful  fufi'rings  of  thy  Son 
 Aton'd  for  ii::s  which  we  have  done. 
 
 4  The  pangs  of  our  expiring  Lord 
 The  honour  of  thy  law  reftor'd  : 
 
 His  forrows  made  thy  juflice  known* 
 And  paid  for  follies,  not  his  own. 
 
 5  O,  for  his  fake,  our  guilt  forgive? 
 And  let  the  mourning  finner  live  ! 
 The  Lord  will  henr  us  in  his  name, 
 Nor  fhail  our  hope  be  lurn'd  to  fhamc, 
 
 Psalm  LXIX.     2d  Part.    Long  Metre. 
 
 Chr'Jl's  Sufferings  and  Zeal. 
 
 i    ^T^VVAS  for  thy  idkz,  eternal  God, 
 J-     Thy  Son  fuftain'd  that  heavy  load 
 Ofbafe  reproach,  and  fore  difgrace, 
 And  lhame  deril'd  his  facred  face. 
 
 -  The  Jews,  his  brethren  and  his  kin, 
 Abus'd  the  man  who  check'd  their  fin  ; 
 While  ho  fulfils  thy  holy  laws. 
 They  hate  him,  but  without  a  caufe. 
 
 5   [My  Father's  Hoitfe  (faid  he)  ivas  made 
 A  place  fc;  wcrj&ijtt  not  for  fade  : 
 
 I 
 
FSJLM    LXXL  13* 
 
 Then,  featuring  all  their  gold  and  brafs* 
 He  fccurg'd  the  merchants  from  the  place. 
 
 ■4.  Zeal  for  the  temple  of  his  God 
 
 Confum'd  his  life,  expcs'd  his  blood  : 
 
 Reproaches  at  thy  glory  thrown, 
 
 He  felt,  and  moum'd  them  as  his  own. 
 
 5  His  friends  forfook,  his  foll'wers  fled, 
 While  foes  and  arms  furround  his  head-} 
 They  curfe  him  "with  a  fland'rous  tongue, 
 The  Judge  unjuft  maintains  the  wrong-] 
 
 £  Kis  life  they  load  with  hateful  lies, 
 And  charge  his  lips  with  blafphemies  ; 
 They  nail  him  to  the  fhameful  tree  ; 
 There  hung  the  man  who  dy'd  for  me  ! 
 
 '1  -[Wretches,  with  hearts  as  hard  as  ftones, 
 Ini'ult  his  piety  and  groans  ; 
 -Gall  was  the  food  they  gave  him  there, 
 And  mock'd  his  thirft  with  vinegar.] 
 
 -%  But  God  beheld,  and  from  Jlis  throne 
 Marks  out  the  men  who  hate  his  Son  : 
 The  hand  which  rais'd  him  from  the  dead? 
 Shall  pour  the  vengeance  on  their  head. 
 
 Psalm  LXXI.     ift  Part.    Com.  Metre, 
 
 The  age-d  SainCs  Rcjle&hn  and  Hope, 
 1  "IV  TY  God,  my  everlavting  hope, 
 JA  J.      I  live  upon  thy  truth  ; 
 Thine  hands  have  held  my  childhood  up<, 
 And  itrengthen'd  all  my  youth. 
 
 a  My  flefh  was  fafh'on'd  by  thy  pow'r. 
 With  all  thefe  limbs  of  mine  ; 
 And,  from  my  mother's  painful  hour) 
 I've  been  entirely  thine. 
 
 3   Still  has  my  life  new  wonders  feen 
 Repeated  ev'ry  year  j 
 
i-3  2  PS  A  L  M    LXXI. 
 
 Behold,  my  days  which  yet  remain, 
 1  truft  them  to  thy  care. 
 
 4  Caft  me  not  off,  when  ftrength  declines, 
 
 When  hoary  hairs  arile  ; 
 And  round  me  let  thy  glories  fhine, 
 When  e'er  thy  fervent  dies. 
 
 5  Then  in  the  hifVry  of  my  age, 
 
 When  men  review  my  day-, 
 They'll  read  thy  love  in  ev'ry  page, 
 In  ev'ry  line,  thy  pfttife. 
 
 Psalm  LXXI.    2d  Part.  Com.  Metre. 
 
 ■if}  r.ur  Strength  ar.d  Right  roufnefs 
 :    T\/TY  Saviour,  my  Aimighty  Fiiend, 
 aWI.     When  1  begin  thy  praile, 
 Where  will  the  growing  numbers  end, 
 The  numbers  of  thy  grace  ? 
 
 2  Thou  art  my  everlafting  truft.  ; 
 
 Thy  goodnefs  !  adore ; 
 And,  fince  I  knew  thy  graces  finl, 
 1  fpeak.  thy  glories  more. 
 
 3  My  feet  fhall  travel  all  the  length 
 
 Of  the  celeltial  road, 
 And  march  with  courage  in  thy  ftrengthj 
 To  fee  my  Father,  God. 
 
 4  When  I  am  fiU'd  with  fore  diftrefs 
 
 For  i'ome  furprifir.g  fin, 
 ITl  plead  thy  perfect  right'oufr.efs, 
 And  mention  ncne  but  thine. 
 
 5  How  will  my  lips  rejoice  to  tell 
 
 The  vict'ries  of  my  King  ! 
 M>  fou  a  and  hell, 
 
 Shall  thy  fal 
 
 6  [My  tongue  fhal!  all  the  day  proclaim 
 
 My  S 
 
PS4LM   LXXI.  i£g 
 
 His  death  has  brought  my  foes  to  frame* 
 And  drown'd  them  in  his  blood.    .. 
 
 7  Awake,  awake,  my  tuneful  powers-; 
 With  this  delightful  long 
 I'll  entertain  the  darkeft  hours, 
 Nor  think  the  feafon  long.] 
 
 P  6  a  l  m    LXXI.     3d  Fart.    Com.  Metre. 
 
 The  aged  Chrifiian's  Prayer  and  Scxg  :  or,  Old  Age? 
 D^ath  and  the  Refurreciion. 
 
 z  f~>  OD  of  my  childhood  and  my  youth, 
 VJ     Thou  guide  of  all  my  days, 
 I  have  declar'd  thy  heav'nly  truth, 
 And  told  thy  wond'rous  ways. 
 
 9,  Wil  t  thou  forfake  my  hoary  hairs, 
 And  leave  my  fainting  heart"? 
 Who  {halt  fuftain  my  linking  years, 
 If  God,  my  ftrengih,  depart? 
 
 3   Let  me  thy  pow'r  and  truth  proclaim 
 To  the  furviving  age, 
 And  leave  a  favour  of  thy  name, 
 When  I  lhall  quit  the  itage. 
 
 '4  The  land  of  filence  and  of  death 
 Attends  my  next  remove  ; 
 O  may  thefe  poor  remains  of  breath, 
 Teach  the  wide  world  thy  love  ! 
 
 Pause. 
 
 5  Thy  right'oufnefs  is  deep  and  high  ; 
 "Unfearchabie  thy  deeds  ; 
 Thy  glory  fpreads  beyond  the  fky, 
 And  all  my  praife  exceeds. 
 
 "6  Oft  have  I  heard  thy  threat'nir.gs  roar, 
 And  oft  endur'd  the  grief  ; 
 But  when  thy  hand  has  prefs'd  me  fore, 
 Thy  grace  was  my  relief. 
 
134  P  S  A  L  M    LXXI1. 
 
 7   By  long  cxper'ence  have  I  known 
 Thy  lov'reign  pow'r  to  fave  ; 
 At  thy  command  I  venture  down 
 Securely  to  the  grave. 
 
 S  When  1  lie  bury'd  deep  in  duft, 
 My  rleih  lhall  be  thy  care  ; 
 Thcfe  with'ring  limbs  with  thee  I  truft, 
 To  raife  them  ftrong  and  fair. 
 
 Psalm  LXXII.     ift  Part.    Long  Metre* 
 
 Tit.  Kingdom  cf  Ckrljl. 
 
 i   f~^  REAT  Cod,  whofe  univerfal  fway, 
 vJ  The  known  and  unknown  worlds  obey  ; 
 Now  give  the  kingdom  to  thy  Son  ; 
 Extend  his  pow'r,  exalt  his  throne. 
 
 2  Thy  fceptre  wcii  becomes  his  hands ; 
 All  heav'n  fubrnits  to  his  commands ; 
 His  juftice  (hall  avenge  the  poor, 
 And  pride  and  rage  prevail  no  more. 
 
 2   With  pow'r  he'll  vindicate  the  juft, 
 And  tread  opprelVors  in  the  duft  : 
 His  worth ip  and  his  tear  (ball  laft 
 Till  hcursi  and  years,  and  time,  be  paft. 
 
 4  As  rain  <jn  meadows  newly  mown, 
 So  thai!  he  fend  his  inP.'ence  down  : 
 His  grace  on  fainting  fouls  diftils, 
 Like  hcav'nly  dew  en  thirfty  hills. 
 
 5  The  Heathen  lands,  which  lie  ber.catk 
 The  (hades  0$  over*  Spreading  death, 
 Revive  at  his  iiiit  dawning  light, 
 And  defarts  bloflbra  at  the  fight- 
 
 6  The  faints  fnall  flouriih  in  his  days, 
 Dreft  in  the  roaej  of  joy  and  praife  : 
 Peacej  like  a  1   from  his  throne 
 
 .    unknown. 
 
PSALM    LXXII.  is; 
 
 Isalm   LXXII.    2d  Part.    Long  Metre. 
 
 Cbr'.Ji's  Kingdom  among  the  Gentile.?. 
 
 *'J 
 
 ESTJS  ("hall  reign  where  e'er  the  fun 
 Does  his  fucceffive  journies  run  ; 
 His  kingdom  ftretch  from  fhore  to  more, 
 Till  moons  fhall  wax  and  wane  no  more. 
 
 2  [Behold!  theiflands,  with  their  kings, 
 And  Europe  her  beft  tribute  brings  : 
 From  north  to  fouth  the  princes  meet, 
 To  pay  their  homage  at  iris  feet. 
 
 3  There  Perfia,   glorious  to  behold, 
 There  India  lhines  in  eaftern  gold  ; 
 And  barb'rous  nations,  at  his  word, 
 Submit  and  bow,  and  own  their  Lord.J 
 
 4  For  this  fhall  en  .lief:  prayer  be  made, 
 And  praiies  throng  to  crown  his  head  ; 
 His  name,  like  f.veet  perfume,  ihall  rife 
 With  ev'ry  morning  fauifice. 
 
 5  People  and  realms  of  ev'ry  to.Tgue 
 Dwell  on  his-  love  with  fweeteft  fong  ; 
 And  infant-voices  fhall  proclaim, 
 Their  early  bleffings  en  his  name. 
 
 6  Bleffings  abound  where  e'er  he  reigns  \ 
 The  pris'ner  leaps  to  loofe  his  chains  j 
 The  weary  find  eternal  reft, 
 
 And  all  the  ions  of  want  are  blefl. 
 
 7  [Where  he  difpiays  his  healing  pow'r, 
 Deatn  and  the  curie  are  known  no  more  j 
 In  him  the  tribes  of  Adam  boaft 
 
 More  bleiTings  than  their  father  loft. 
 
 £  Let  ev'ry  creature  rife  and  bring 
 Peculiar  honours  to  our  King; 
 
 -    Angels  defcend  with  fongs  again, 
 Ana  e?.r.h  repeat  the  iong  Amen.~\ 
 
1 56  PS  J  I  M    LXXIII. 
 
 P  s  a  l  m  LXXIII.    if:  Part.  Com.  Metre. 
 
 AjjliEled   Saints    happy,     and     prcfperous      Sinnsrs.    ] 
 curfed. 
 OW  I'm  convinc'd  the  Lord  is  kind 
 To  men  of  heart  lincere  ; 
 Yet  once  my  fooliih  thoughts  repin'd. 
 And  border'don  dei'pair. 
 
 SS  I  griev'd  to  fee  the  wicked  thrive*  ■ 
 And  fpoke  with  angry  breath* 
 "  How  pleafant  and  profane  they  live  ! 
 "  How. peaceful  is  their  death  ! 
 
 3  ««  V/ith  well-fed  tielh,  and  haughty  eyes* 
 
 •*  They  lay  their  fears  to  deep  ; 
 M  Againfl  the  heav'ns  their  (landers  rife, 
 ««  While  faints  in  faience  weep. 
 
 4  «  In  vain  I  lift  my  hands  to  pray, 
 
 »«  And  cleanfe  my  heart  in  vain ; 
 »*  For  I  am  chaften'd  all  the  day, 
 <»  The  night  renews  niy  pain." 
 
 5,  Yet  while  my  tongue  indulg'd  complaints., 
 I  felt  my  heart  reprove  ; 
 ««  Sure  I  lhall  thus  oiiend  thy  faints, 
 ««  And  grieve  the  men  I  love." 
 
 6  But  ftill  I  found  my  doubts  too  hard  } 
 
 The  conflict  top  lev  ere; 
 Till  I  retir'd  to  fearch  thy  word, 
 And  learn  the  fee ret  there. 
 
 7  There,  as  in  fome  prophetic  glafs, 
 
 I  law  the  tinner's  feet 
 High  mounted  on  a  tiipp'ry  place, 
 Above  a-iiery  pit. 
 
 8  I  heard  the  wretch  profanely  boaft, 
 
 Till,  at  thy  frown,  he  fell: 
 His  honours  in  a  dream  were  loit, 
 And  he  awoke  in  ndl. 
 
 9  Loi'i,  what  an  enir'o'trs  fool  I  was  I-  v 
 
 How  like  a  thouglttlefs  be<dt  \ 
 
PS  A  I  M  LXXIII.  ?37 
 
 Thus  to  fufpecl  thy  promio'd  grace, 
 And  think  the  wicked  bieft  ! 
 
 10  Yei  I  was  kept  from  fell  defpair, 
 Upheld  by  pow'r  unknown  : 
 That  blefied  hand  which  broke  the  foare, 
 Shall  guide  me  to  thy  throne. 
 
 Psalm    LXXIII.  id  Parr.  Com.  Uttiz. 
 
 God  our  Portion  hsre  and  hereafier. 
 i    f^  OD,  my  fupporter  and  my  hope, 
 vJ     My  help  forever  near, 
 Thine  arm  of  mercy  held  me  up 
 When  finking  in  defoair. 
 
 2  Thy  counfels,  Lord,  fhall  guide  my  feet 
 
 Through  this  dark  wildernefs  ! 
 Thine  hand  conduct  me  near  thy  feat, 
 To  dwell  before  thy  face. 
 
 3  Were  I  in  heav'n,  without  my  God, 
 
 'Twould  be  no  joy  to  me  ; 
 And  whiiil  this  earth  is  my  abodei 
 I  long  for  none  but  thee. 
 
 4  What  if  the  fprings  of  life  were  broke, 
 
 And  fieih  and  heart  fhould  faint  ? 
 God  is  my  foul's  eternal  rock, 
 The  ftrength  of  ev'ry  faint. 
 
 5  Behold  the  finners  who  remove 
 
 Far  from  thy  prefence,  die  ; 
 Not  all  the  idol  gods  they  love, 
 Can  fave  them,    when  they  cry. 
 
 6  But,  to  draw  near  to  thee,  my  CcJ, 
 
 Shall  be  my  fweet  employ  ; 
 My  tongue  fhall  found  thy  works  abroad? 
 And  tell  the  world  my  joy. 
 
 Psalm  LXXIII.    Long  Metre. 
 
 The  Fr  of  verily  rf  Sinners  curf*d. 
 \    T    ORD,  what  a  thoughtiefs  wretch  was  I, 
 X~j  To  caouriij  and  murmur,  and  repine, 
 M  z 
 
i38  PS  AIM   LXXIII.. 
 
 To  fee  the  Wtoked,  plac'd  on  high, 
 In  prideT  and  robes  of  honour,  lhine  l 
 
 *  But  O  their  end,  their  dreadful  end  \* 
 Thy  fandtuiry  taught  me  f'cr: 
 On  fli^p'ry  rocks  I  fee  them  ftand, 
 And  fiery  billows  roll  below  ! 
 
 3  Wow  let  them  boafl  how  tall  they  rift* 
 I'll  never  envy  them  again: 
 
 There  they  may  (land  with  haughty  eyes**. 
 Till  they  plunge  deep  in  enrilefs  pain. 
 
 4  Their  fancy  'd  joys*  how  faft  they  flee  ! 
 Juft  like  a  dream  when  man  awakes  ; 
 Their  fongs  of  foftsft  harmony 
 
 Are  but  a  preface  to  their  plagues. 
 
 5  Now  I  efteem  their  mirth  and  wine 
 Too  dear  to  purcttafe  with  my  blood  : 
 Lord,  'tis  enough  that  thou  art  mine, 
 My  life,  my  portion,  and  my  Cod  ! 
 
 Psalm   LXXIII.   Short  Metre. 
 
 'The  Mxjltvy    of  Providence  unfolded. 
 i    C  URE  there's  a  right'ous  God, 
 O      Nor  is  religion  vain  ; 
 Tho  men  of  vice  may  boafl  aioud*- 
 And  men  of  grace  complain. 
 
 a  I  faw  the  wicked  rife, 
 
 And  felt  my  heart  repine, 
 While  haughty  fools,  with  icornful  eyes, 
 In  rcbes  of  honour  thine. 
 
 3  [Pamper'd  with  wanton  eafe, 
 
 Their  rlefn  looks  full  and  fair  ; 
 Their  wealth  rolls  in,  like  flowing  feas, 
 And  grows  without  their  care. 
 
 4  Free  from  the  plagues  and  pains 
 
 Which  pious  fouls  endure, 
 Through  all  their  iile  oppreffion  rtignt, 
 And  racks  the  humble  poor. 
 
PSALM   LXXIV.  135, 
 
 |r  Their  imp'ous  tongues  blafpheme 
 The  everlafting  God  ; 
 Their  malice  blaits  the  good  man's  name* 
 And  fpreads  its  lies  abroad. 
 
 5  Eut  I,  with  Sowing  tears, 
 ,    Indulg'd  my  doubts  to  rife: 
 «<  Is  there  a  Cod  who  lees  or  hears- 
 ««  The  things  below  the  fkies  ?"\ 
 
 7,  The  tumults  of  my  thoughts    • 
 Held  me  in  hard  fu.fpenfe, 
 Till  to  thy'hoiife  my  feet  were  brought 
 To  learn  thy  jufiice  thence.. 
 
 t  Thy  word*,  with  light  and  pow'r, 
 Did  my  mirlakes  amend  ; 
 I  vievv'd  the  iinuer's.  life,  before*.. 
 But  here  I  learnt  their  end. 
 
 9.  On  what  a  ilipp'ry  fteep 
 
 The  t-houghtlefs  wretches  go  I 
 And  O  that  dreadful  fiery  deep 
 Which,  waits  their  fall  below  1- 
 
 10  Lord,  at  thy  feet  I  bow  ; 
 
 My  thoughts  no  more  repine  ; . 
 I  call  my  God  my  portion  now3 
 And  alimy  pow/rsare  thine, 
 
 P  s  a  l  m    LXXIV.    Common  Metre.. 
 
 The  Church   fleadi'ng   ivhh   God  vnder  firs  Pey/>~- 
 cution. 
 
 WILL  God  for  ever  caff  us  ofT; 
 Kis  wrath  forever  fmoke 
 Againft  the  people  of  his  love» 
 His  little  cholen  flock  ? 
 
 a  Think  of  the  tribes  fo  dearly  bought 
 With  their  Redeemer's  blood  j 
 Nor  let  thy  Zion  be  forgot, 
 Where  once  thy  glory  flood. 
 
 v3   Lift  up  thy  feet,  and  march  hi  hafte  u 
 Aloud  our  ruin  calls ; 
 
j  40  P  S  A  L  M  LXX1V 
 
 See  what  a  wide  and  fearful  wafle 
 Is  made  within  rhy  walls. 
 
 4  Where  ones  thy  churches  pray'd  and  fang» 
 
 Thy  toes  profanely  roar  ; 
 Over  thy  gates  their  enfigns  hang, 
 Sad  tokens  of  their  pow'r. 
 
 5  How  are  the  feats  of  worfhip  broke  ! 
 
 They  tear  thy  buildings  down, 
 And  he  who  deals  the  heav'eft  ilroke. 
 Procures  the  chief  renown. 
 
 6  With  flames  they  threaten  to  deftroy 
 
 Thy  children  in  their  neft ; 
 Come,   let  wr  burn  at  once  (they  Cry) 
 7be  te?nple  vnd  the  frieft. 
 
 7  And  ftill  to  heighten  our  diftrefs, 
 
 Thy  prefence  is  withdrawn  ; 
 Thy  wonted  figns  of  pow'r  and  grace, 
 Thy  pow'r  and  grace  are  gone. 
 
 8  No  prophet  fpeaks  to  calm  our  woes> 
 
 But  ail  the  leers  mourn  ; 
 There'6  not  a  foul  among  us  knows 
 The  time  of  thy  return. 
 
 Pause. 
 
 9  Hdiw  long,  eternal  God,  how  long, 
 
 Shall  men  of  pride  blafpheme  \ 
 Shall  faints  be  ma.'e  their  endlels  fong, 
 And  bear  immortal  ihamc? 
 
 ic  Car.ft  thou  forever  fit  and  hear 
 Thine  holy  name  profaned  i 
 And  ftill  thy  jealoufv  forbear, 
 And  ftill  with-hoid  thine  hand  ? 
 
 1 i  What  ftrange  deliv'iance  haft  thou  fhown 
 In  aees  long  before  ? 
 And  now  no  other  God  we  own  ; 
 No  other  God  adore. 
 
PS  A  LM   LXXV.  u6i 
 
 iz  Thou  didfi  divide  the  raging  fea, 
 By  thy  refiftlefs  migiit, 
 To  make  thy  tribes  a  wond'rous  way, 
 And  then  lecure  tneir  night. 
 
 13  Is  not  the  world  of  nature  thine  J 
 
 The  davkneis  and  the  day  : 
 Didft  thou  not  bid  the  morning -thine  1 
 And  mark. the  fun  his  way  ? 
 
 14  Hath  not  thy  pow*r  form' d  every  cozutp 
 
 And  let  the  .earth  its  bounds, 
 With  fummer's  heat  and  winter's  froft, 
 In  their  perpet'ai  rounds  ? 
 
 15  And  lhall  the  fons  cf  earth  and  duft 
 
 That  i  acred  pow'r  blaipherpje  ? 
 Will  not  thy  hand,  which  fomvd  them  fiat* 
 Avenge  thy  injur'd  name  ? 
 
 16  Think  on  the  cov'nant  thou  haft  made^ 
 
 And  ail  thy  words  of  love  ; 
 
 Nor  let  the. birds  of  prey  invade. 
 
 And  vex  thy  mourning  dove. 
 
 37  O  ir  foes  would  triumph  in  our  bloodi 
 And  make  our  hope  their,  jeft  ; 
 Plead  thine  own  caufe,  almighty  Goa» 
 And  give  thy  children  reft. 
 
 Ps  a  l  «  LXXV.    Lcfeg  Mem. 
 
 Powtr  and  Gavernv.ent  ffim  G?d  alone. 
 
 Applied  to   the   glorious    Revolution  in  America* 
 
 July  4th,   1776. 
 1   r  S^O  thee,  men  holy,  and  molt  high, 
 
 X     To  thee  we  bring  our  thankful  praife  ; 
 Thy  works  declare  thy  hand  is  nigh, 
 Tny  works  of  wonder  and  of  grace. 
 
 Z.  America  was  doom'd  a  Have  ; 
 
 Her  frame  diffoiv'd,  her  fears  were  gf6af  ; 
 When  God  a  right'oUs  council  gavcj 
 To  bear  the  piiiars  df  tha  iVarte: 
 
t^2  PSALM    LXXVI. 
 
 3  They  from  ;  .  r  ownv 
 And  fware  to  rule  by  wholefome  laws ; 
 
 .  Thy  foot  lTiall  treai  o;>ore.Tors  down, 
 Thy  a-rn  defend  the  rigbl'ous  caufe. 
 
 4  Let  haughty  Tinners  fink  their  pn 
 Nor  li:  fcornful  head  : 
 But  lay  1                      th  Mights  a 
 
 And  own  th  >  which  God  hath  made. 
 
 c   S  \ch  h  come  by  chance, 
 
 notion  b. : 
 'Tis  God  the  Jad^e  dotn  one  advance> 
 .not her  low. 
 
 6  No  vain  pretence  to  royal  bi" 
 
 throne? 
 Go  ;•  earth, 
 
 Sin'i  craii  u:urper:  frown. 
 
 in  \  holds  out  the  dread fal  cup 
 
 .,  mix'd  with  var'ous  plag 
 An  ricked  drink  them  up, 
 
 tafte  the  Litter  d'. 
 
 I  Now  .hall  the  Lord  exalt  thejiift  ; 
 A  ad  wh  the  proa  J, 
 
 A  .  | :':ory  in  the  duft, 
 
 Oar  lips  wall  i:ng  ins  pra..  ] 
 
 P  s  a  l  h   LXXVI.    Com.  Metre. 
 
 crs  Gad' 
 
 ■ 
 
 j    T  .»  i  known  ; 
 
 al      Hii  name  iu  I 
 
 A.. 
 
 z  A  nong  t;ie  pr^ifes  of  his  faints, 
 H::>  UW-. 
 
 There  he  *  juH  uunplaintf 
 
7>$  ALU  LXXVII.  \& 
 
 .3    From  Zicn  went  his  dreadful  word 
 And  broke  the  threat'ning  fpear, 
 The  bow,   the  arrows  and  the  fwordj 
 And  cruih'd  th'  Affyr'an  war. 
 
 4  What  are  the  earth's  wide  kingdoms  elfe 
 
 But  mighty  hills  of  prey  ? 
 The  hill  on  which  Jehovah  dweiis 
 Is  elor'ous  more  than  they. 
 
 5  'Twas  Zion's  King  who  ftopp'd  the  breath 
 
 Of  captains  and  their  bands  : 
 The  men  of  might  flept  fall  in  death, 
 And  never  found  their  hands. 
 
 -6  At  thy  rebuke,  O  Jacob's  God, 
 Both  horfe  and  char'ct  fell  : 
 Who  knows  the  terror's  of  thy  red  ? 
 Thy  vengeance,   who  can  tell  ? 
 
 7  What  pow'r  can  ftand  before  thy  light, 
 When  ccce  thy  wrath  appears  ? 
 Then  heav'n  fnines  round  with  dreadful  light-j 
 While  earth  lies  Hill  and  fears. 
 
 3  When  God,  in  his  own  fov 'reign  ways 
 Comes  down  to  lave  th'  oppreft, 
 The  wrath  of  man  fhall  work  his  praife, 
 And  he'll  reltrain  the  reft. 
 
 $   [Vow  to  the  Lord,  and  tribute  biing, 
 Ye  princes,  fear  his  frown  : 
 His  terror  ih;.kes  the  proudeft  king, 
 And  cuts  an  army  down. 
 
 10  The  thunder  of  his  fharp  rebuke 
 Our  haughty  foes  fhall  leel  ; 
 For  Jacob's  God  hath  not  forfook, 
 But  d  v.  ells  in  Zion  ftiii.] 
 
 P  s  a  l  m  LXXVII.  ill  Parr.  Com.  Metre, 
 
 Melancholy  ajfauitingy  and  Hope  prevailing, 
 i    HPO  God  I  cry  id  with  mournful  voice  ; 
 X       I'i'cught  hi;  e'^.cious  ear. 
 
144  r  $  A  L  M   LXXVIL 
 
 In  the  fad  day,  when  troubles  rofe, 
 And  iill'd  Lhe  night  with  fear. 
 
 a  Sad  were  my  days,  and  dark  my  night:", 
 My  foul  refu's'd  relief; 
 I  thought  on  Coil,  the  juft  and  wife, 
 But  thougius  increas'd  my  grief. 
 
 3  Still  I  complain 'd,  and  ftill  oppreft, 
 
 My  heart  began  to  break  ; 
 My  God,  thy  wrath  forbad  my  reft. 
 And  kept  mine  eyes  awake. 
 
 4  My  overwhelming  forrows  grew 
 
 Till  I  could  fpeak  no  more  : 
 Then  I  within  myfelf  withdrew, 
 And  call'd  thy  judgments  o'er. 
 
 5  I  call'd  back,  years  and  ancient  times, 
 
 When  I  beheld  thy  face  ; 
 My  fpirit  fearch'd  for  fecret  crimes 
 Which  might  withhold  thy  grace. 
 
 <)  I  call'd  thy  mercies  to  my  mind 
 Which  I  enjoy 'd  before  : 
 And  will  the  Lord  no  more  be  kind  2 
 His  face  appear  no  more? 
 
 7  "'ill  he  forever  caft  me  off? 
 His  promife  ever  fail  ? 
 Has  he  forgot  his  tender  love  ? 
 Shall  anger  ftili  prevail  ? 
 
 -8  But  I  forbid  this  hopelefs  thought, 
 This  dark  defpairing  frame, 
 Rememb'ring  what  thy  hand  hath  wrought; 
 Thy  hand  is  itiil  the  fame. 
 
 0  I'll  think  again  of  all  thy  ways, 
 And  talk  uiy  wonders  o'er; 
 Thy  wonders  of  recov'ring  grace, 
 When -Hem  ccald  help  no  more. 
 
 io  Grace  dwells  with  juftice  on  the  throne* 
 And  men  who  love  thy  word 
 
PSALM  LXXV1I.  i4j 
 
 Have  in  thy  fan&uary  known 
 The  counfels  of  the  Lord. 
 
 Psalm  LXXVII.  2d  Part.  Com.  Metre. 
 
 Comfort  derived  from  ancient  Providences  :    or^   If- 
 rael  delivered  from  Egypt y  and  brought  to  Canaan, 
 
 1  "  T  TOW  awful  is  thy  chaft'ning  rod  ! 
 
 JLJl     (May  thy  own  children  fay) 
 "  The  great,  the  wife,  the  dreadful  God! 
 m  How  holy  is  his  way  !" 
 
 2  I'll  meditate  his  works  of  old  ; 
 
 The  King  who  reigns  above, 
 I'll  hear  his  ancient  wonders  told? 
 And  learn  to  truft  his  love. 
 
 3  Long  did  the  houfe  of  Jofeph  lie 
 
 With  Egypt's  yoke  oppreft ; 
 Leng  he  delay'd  to  hear  their  cry? 
 Nor  gave  his  people  relt. 
 
 4  The  fons  of  good  old  Jacob  feern'd 
 
 Abandon 'd  to  their  foes  : 
 But  his  almighty  arm  redeem'd 
 The  natien  which  he  chofe. 
 
 5  Ifr'el,  his  people  and  his  iheep, 
 
 Muft  follow  where  he  calls  ; 
 He  badu  them  venture  through  the  deep, 
 And  made  the  waves  their  walls. 
 
 6  The  waters  faw  thee,  mighty  God  ! 
 
 The  waters  faw  thee  come  ! 
 Backward  they  fled,  and  flighted  ftood? 
 To  make  thine  armies  room. 
 
 7  Strange  was  thy  journey  through  the  fea? 
 
 Thy  footfteps,   Lord,  unknown  ! 
 Terrors  attend  the  wond'rous  way 
 Which  brings  thy  mercies  down. 
 N 
 
i46  PSALM  LXXVIII. 
 
 S  [Thy  voice,  with  terror  in  tlie  found* 
 Through  clouds  and  darknefs  broke  ; 
 All  heav'n  in  light'ning  fhor.e  around* 
 And  earth  with  thunder  ihook. 
 
 9  Thine  arrows  through  the  iky  were  hurl'd  ; 
 
 How  glcr'ous  is  the  Lord  ! 
 Surprife  and  trembling  feiz'd  the  world, 
 And  humbled  faints  ador'd. 
 
 10  He  gave  them  water  from  the  rock  ; 
 
 And  fafe,  by  Mofes'  hand, 
 Through  a  dry  defart  led  his  flock 
 Home  to  the  promis'd  land.} 
 
 Psalm  LXXVIII.    ift  Part.  Com.  Met. 
 
 Providences  of  Cod  recorded ;     or,   pious  Education 
 and  Iajlrutlion  of  Children. 
 
 1  T    ET  children  hear  the  mighty  deeds 
 1  u     Which  God  performed  of  old  ; 
 Which  in  our  younger  years  we  law, 
 
 And  which  our  fathers  told. 
 
 2  He  bids  us  make  his  glories  known* 
 
 His  works  of  pow'r  and  grace: 
 And  we'll  convey  his  wonders  down 
 Through  ev'ry  riling  race. 
 
 3  Our  lips  fhall  tell  them  to  our  fons, 
 
 And  they  again  to  theirs, 
 That  generations  yet  unborn 
 May  teach  them  to  their  heirs. 
 
 4  Thus  fhall  they  learn,  in  God  aione 
 
 Their  hope  iccurely  ftands, 
 That  they  may  ne'er  forget  his  works, 
 But  practiie  his  commands. 
 
 Psalm    LXXVIII.  2d  Part.    Com.  M#re, 
 
 Ifrael's  Rebellion  and  Punijhsnent ;  cr,  the  Sim 
 
 Chaftifementt  of  Gel's  People. 
 1   f~\  WHAT  a  ftiff rebellious  houft 
 V/     Was  Jacob's  ancient  race  ! 
 
PSALM  LXXVIII.  147 
 
 Falfe  to  their  own  moft  folemn  vows, 
 And  to  their  Maker's  grace. 
 
 s  They  broke  the  cov'nant  of  his  love, 
 And  did  his  iaws  defpife, 
 Forgot  the  works  he  wrought,  to  prove 
 Kis  pow'r  before  their  eyes. 
 
 3  They  faw  the  plagues  on  Egypt  light 
 
 From  his  avenging  hand  : 
 What  dreadful  tokens  of  his  might 
 Spread  o'er  the  ftubborn  land  ! 
 
 4  They  faw  him  cleave  the  mighty  fea, 
 
 And  march 'd  in  fafety  through* 
 With  wat'ry  walls  to  guard  their  way? 
 Till  they  had  'fcap'd  the  foe. 
 
 5  A  wond'rous  pillar  mark'd  the  road, 
 
 Compos'd  of  fliade  and  light ; 
 By  day  it  prov'd  a  lhelt'ring  cloud, 
 A  leading  fire  by  night. 
 
 6  Ke  from  the  rock  their  thirft  fupply'd  ; 
 
 The  guming  waters  fell, 
 And  ran  in  rivers  by  their  fide,   . 
 A  conftant  miracle  ! 
 
 7  Yet  they  provok'd  the  Lord  moft  high, 
 
 And  dar'd  diftruft  his  hand  ; 
 Can  he  ivith  bread  our  ho/l  fuf>plyt 
 Amidfi  this  defart  land  ? 
 
 %  The  Lard  with  indignation  heard, 
 And  caus'd  his  wrath  to  flame  ; 
 His  terrors  ever  ftand  prepar'd 
 To  vindicate  his  name. 
 
 Psalm  LXXVIII.  3d  Part.  Com.  Metre, 
 
 'The-  PurJjhment   of  Luxury,    and  Intemperance  ;     or, 
 
 Cbajiijemejit  and  Salvation. 
 1    T  X^HEN  li'r'el  fins,  the  Lord  reproves, 
 V  V        And  fills  their  hearts  with  fcezd, 
 
14.8  PSALM   LXXVIIL 
 
 Yet  he  forgives  the  men  he  loves, 
 And  fends  them  heav'nly  bread. 
 
 2  He  fed  them  with  a  lib'ral  hand, 
 
 And  made  his  treafures  known  ; 
 He  gave  the  midnight  clouds  command 
 To  pour  provifion  down. 
 
 3  The  manna,  like  a  morning  fhow'r, 
 
 Lay  thick  around  their  feet ; 
 The  corn  of  heav'n,  fo  light,  fo  pure, 
 As  though  'twere  angels'  meat. 
 
 4  But  they  in  murm'ring  language  faid» 
 
 *'*  Manna  is  all  our  feaft  ; 
 ♦«  We  loathe  this  light,  this  airy  bread  j 
 "  We  muft  have  rlefh  to  tafte." 
 
 5  "  Ye Jball have fiejh  to  fleafeyour  IvJ?," 
 
 The  Lord,  in  wrath,  reply'U; 
 And  fent  them  quails,  like  fand  or  duft- 
 Heap'd  up  from  fide  to  fide. 
 
 6  He  gave  them  all  their  own  defire  ;- 
 
 And,  greedy  as  they  fed, 
 His  vengeance  burnt  with  fecret  fire, 
 And  fmote  the  rebels  dead. 
 
 7  When  fome  were  flain,  the  reft  return'd* 
 
 And  fought  the  Lord  with  tears  : 
 Under" the  rod  they  fear'd  and  mouru'd. 
 But  foon  forgot  their  fears. 
 
 8  Oft  he  chafiis'd,  and  flill  forgave, 
 
 TilL  by  his  gracious  hand, 
 The  nation  he  refolv'd  to  fave 
 Poilcfs'd  the  promis'd  land- 
 
 Psalm    LXXVIII.    Long  Metre. 
 
 Back/liditig  end  Fcrgiftnefs  ;   or,   Sin  < ::  d 
 
 Saints  faved, 
 
 ^   f^  REAT  God,  how  oft  did  Ifi'el  prove. 
 VJT  By  turns?  thine  anger  and  thy  io\c  9 
 
FS  A  L  M   LXXX.  149 
 
 There,  in  a  glafs,  our  hearts,  may  fee 
 How  fickle  and  how  falfe  they  be. 
 
 %  How  foon.  the  faithlefs  Jew;  forgot 
 
 The  dreadful  wonders  God  had  wrought ! 
 Then  they  provoke  him  to  his  face, 
 Ivor  fear  his  pow'r,  nor  truft  his  grace. 
 
 3  The  Lord  confum'd  their  years  in  pain, 
 And  made  their  travels  long  and  vain  ; 
 
 A  tedious  march,  through  unknown  ways, 
 Wore  out  thtir  if  length  and  /'pent  their  days. 
 
 4  Oft  when  they  faw  their  brethren  (lain, 
 They  mourn'd,  and  fought  the  Lord  again  ; 
 Call'd  him  the  Rock  of  their  abode, 
 Their  high  Redeemer  and  their  God. 
 
 5  Their  pray'rs  and  vows  before  him  rife 
 As  fiatt'ring  words  or  folemn  lies, 
 While  their  rebellious  tempers  prove 
 Falfe  to  his  coy  hunt  and  his  love. 
 
 6  Yet  did  his  fov'reign  grace  forgive 
 The  men  who  not  defery'd  to  live  ; 
 His- anger  oft  away  he  turn'd, 
 
 Or  eife  with  gentle  flame  it  burn'd. 
 
 7  He  faw  their  fiefh  was  weak  and  frail  j 
 He  faw  temptation  (till  prevail : 
 
 The  God  of  Abr'am  iov'd  them  ftill, 
 And  led  them  to  his  hoiy  hill.. 
 
 Psalm  LXXX.    Long  Metre. 
 
 The  Church's  Prayer  under ■  AjBiciio?: ;  cr,  the  Vine~ 
 yard  of  Gcd  zv-ujted. 
 
 1   f~>  RE  AT  Shepherd  cf  thine  Ifrael  ! 
 
 KJ?   Who  did'ft  between  the  cherubs  dwell? 
 Arid  led  the  tribes,  thy  chofgn  ii:eep, 
 Safe  through  the  defart  knq  the  ueep  ; 
 
 is  i 
 
i;o  PSALM  LXXXo 
 
 a  Thy  church  is  in  the  dcfart  now  ; 
 
 Shine  from  en  high,  and  guide  uj  through 
 Turn  us  to  rhco,  thy  love  reftore, 
 We  mall  be  fav'd,  and  figh  no  more  \ 
 
 5  Great  God,  whom  heav'nly  hofts  obey, 
 How  long  ihall  we  lament  and  pray, 
 And  wait  in  vain  thy  kind  return  I 
 How  long  ihall  thy  fierce  anger  burn? 
 
 4  JnftcaJ  of  wine  and  cheerful  bread* 
 
 Thy  faints  with  their  own  tears  are  fed  i^ 
 Turn  Uj  to  thee,  thy  love  reftore ; 
 Wc  lhall  be  fav'd>  and  figh  no  more! 
 
 Pause     ift. 
 
 5  Haft  thou  not  planted,  with  thine  hands, 
 A  lovely  vine  in  Heathen  lands  ? 
 
 Did  not  thy  pow'r  defend  it  round, 
 And  heav'nly  dews  enrich  the  ground  r 
 
 6  How  did  the  fpreading  branches  fhoot, 
 And  blcfs  the  nations  with  the  fruit ! 
 But  now,  dear  Lord,  look  down  and  fee 
 That  mourning  vine,  that  lovely  tree  1 
 
 7  Why  is  its  beauty  thus  defae'd  ? 
 Why  haft  thou  laid  her  fences  waftc? 
 Strangers  and  foes  againft  her  join, 
 And  ev'ry  beaft  devours  the  vine  ! 
 
 3   Return,  almighty  God,  return  ; 
 Nor  let  thy  bleeding  vineyard  mourn  ; 
 Turn  us  to  thee ;  thy  love  reftore  ; 
 We  ihall  be  fav'd,  and  figh  no  more  ! 
 
 Pause    ad. 
 
 jf  Lord,  when  this  vine  in  Canaan  grew, 
 Thou  waft  its  ftrength  and  glory  too  ! 
 Altack'd  in  vain  by  all  its  foes, 
 fill  the  fei:  Branch  iff  Prmifi  rofe 
 
/ >S  ALM.  LXXXI,  igi 
 
 10  Fair  Branch,  ordain'd  of  old  to  (hoot 
 From  David's  ftock,  from  Jacob's  root? 
 Himfelf  a  noble  vine?  and  we 
 The  lsffer  branches  of  the  tree. 
 
 n  'Tis  thy  own  Son  !  and  he  fhali  ftamii 
 
 Girt  with  thy  ftrength,  at  thy  right  hand  :~ 
 Thy  firft-born  Son,    adorn'd  and  bleit 
 With  pow'r  and  grace  above  the  reft. 
 
 1  z  O  !  for  his  fake,  attend  our  cry  ; 
 
 Shine  on  thy  churches,  left  they  die-; 
 Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  reitore, 
 We  fhall  be  fav'd  and  figh  no  more  ! 
 
 Psalm  LXXXI.   Short  Metre. 
 
 The  Warnings  cf  Gcd  to  his  People;    cr^  fj>ir:iuaJ 
 
 B'effings  ar.d  PuKijh  meats. 
 i    O  ING  to  the  Lord  aloud, 
 O      And  make  a joyful  noife  ; 
 God  is  our  ftrength,  our  Saviour  Ced* 
 Let  IiVel  hear  his  voice. 
 
 2  «  From  vile  idolatry 
 
 "  Preferve  my  worfhip  clean  ; 
 "lam  die  Lord  who  let  thee  free 
 "  From  ilavery  and  fin. 
 
 3  "  Stretch  thy  defires  abroad, 
 
 "  And  I'll  fupply  them  well 4 
 ««  But  if  you  will  refufe  ycur  God, 
 ««  If  Ifr'el  will  rebel, 
 
 4  "  I'll  leave  them,  faith  the  Lord, 
 
 "  To  their  own  lulls  a  prey, 
 "  And  iet  them  run  the  dang'rous  road  '7 
 "  :Tis  their  own  cbofen  way. 
 
 5  "  Yet,  O !  that  all  my  faints 
 
 "  Would  hearken  to  my  voice  \ 
 «  Sooh  I  would  eafe  their  fore  complaints, 
 .  «  And  bid  their  hearts  rejoice. 
 
tgt    PSALM  LXXXil,   LXXXI1L 
 
 6  "  While  I  deftroy'd  their  foci, 
 "  I'd  richly  feed  my  ftoekj 
 
 "  And  tliey  i'nould  tatte  the  ft  ream  which  flow* 
 »*  From  their  eternal  Rock." 
 
 P  s  a  l  m   LXXXIL     Long  Metre. 
 
 Godtoe  Supreme  G»i<<.r?ior  ;  or,  r>L<g;J;  rates  zvartnd. 
 
 i      A   MONG  th'  aii'emblies  of  the  great, 
 l\   A  greater  Ruler  takes  his  feat  : 
 The  God  oi'heav'n,  as  Judge',  furiieys 
 Thofe  gods  on  earth,  and  all  their  ways. 
 
 z  Why  will  ye  then  frame  wicked  laws  ? 
 Or  why  fupport  th'  unright'ous  caufe  ? 
 When  will  you  once  defend  the  poor, 
 That  la. ners  vex  the  faints  no  more  ? 
 
 3  They  know  not,   Lord,  nor  will  they  knowy 
 Daik  aie  the  ways  in  which  they  go  ; 
 Their  name  of  earthly  gous  is  vain, 
 
 For  they  (hall  fall  and  die  like  men. 
 
 4  A  rife,  O  Lord,  and  let  thy  Son 
 Poffefs  his  ttsiverfal  throne, 
 
 Aijd  rule  the  nation?  with  Ins  red  ; 
 
 He  is  our  Judg^,  and  he  our  God. 
 
 Psalm   LXXXIII.    Short  Metre. 
 A  Complaint  aga'inji  Perjlpcutors, 
 
 i     A  *V'D  wiH  the  God  of' Grace 
 l\.     Fernet 'al  fuer.ee  keep  ? 
 The  God  of  juitice  held  his  peace, 
 And  let  his  vengeawee  Ceep  ? 
 
 2  Beheld,  what  curfed  fnares 
 
 The  men  of  mifchief  fpread  ! 
 The  men  who  lute  thy  faints  and  thee 
 Lift  up  their  threatening  h 
 
 3  Againft  thy  hidden  ones 
 
 Their  counkis  they  employ, 
 
PSALM   LXXXIV.  ity 
 
 And  malice,  with  her  watchful  eye, 
 Purfues  them  to  deftroy. 
 
 4  The  noble  and  the  bafe 
 
 Into  thy  paftures  leap: 
 The  lion  and  the  ftupid  afs 
 Confpire  to  vex  thy  fheep. 
 
 5  »  Come,  let  us  join,  they  cry, 
 
 "  To  root  them  from  the  ground, 
 ««  Till  not  the  name  of  faints  remain* 
 "  Nor  mem'ry  (hall  be  found." 
 
 6  Almighty  God  awakes, 
 
 And  calls  his  wrath  to  mind  ; 
 Gives  them,  like  forefls  to  the  fire? 
 Or  ftubble  to  the  wind. 
 
 7  Convince  their  madnefs,  Lord, 
 
 And  make  them  feek  thy  name  ; 
 Or  elfe  their  ftubborn  rage  confounds 
 That  they  may  die  in  lharae. 
 
 8  Then  fhall  the  nations  know 
 
 That  glor'ous,  dreadful  word, 
 Jehovah  is  thy  name  alone, 
 And  thou  the  fov'reign  Lord. 
 
 Psalm  LXXXIV.  id  Part.  Long  Metre* 
 
 The  P  leaf  are  cf  Public  WorJBif. 
 
 »  T  TOW  pleafant,  how  divinely  fair, 
 XJL  O  Lord  of  Hofts,  thy  dwellings  are? 
 With  long  deiire  my  fpirit  faints 
 To  meet  th'  affemblies  of  thy  fair.ts* 
 
 2  My  fiefh  would  reft  in  thine  abode, 
 My  panting  heart  cries  out  for  God  ; 
 My  God!  my  King!  why  fhould  1  be 
 So  far  from  all  my  joys  and  thee  £ 
 
 3  The  fparrow  choofes  where  to  reft, 
 And  for  her  young  provides  a  neit .; 
 
r$4  PSALM    LXXXIV. 
 
 But  will  my  God  to  fparrows  grant 
 That  pleafurc  which  his  children  want  > 
 
 Blcft  arc  the  Saints  who  fit  en  high 
 Around  thy  throne  of 'majefty  ; 
 Thy  brightest  glories  mine  above* 
 And  all  their  work  is  praifc  and  love. 
 
 5  Blcft  are  the  fouls  who  find  a  place 
 Within  the  temples  of  thy  grace  ; 
 There  they  behold  thy  gentler  rays, 
 And  fcek  thy  face*  and  leavn  thy  praife. 
 
 6  Bleft  are  the  men  whofe  hearts  are  fct 
 To  find  the  way  to  Zion's  gate  : 
 
 Cod  is  their  flrength  ;  and  through  the  road 
 They  lean  upon  their  helper,  God. 
 
 7  Cheerful  they  walk  with  growing  flrength, 
 Till  all  fnall  meet  in  heav'n  at  length  ; 
 Till  all  before  thy  face  appear, 
 
 And  join  in  nobler  worihip  there. 
 
 Psalm  LX-XXIV.  2u  Part.  Long  Metre. 
 
 God  and  hh  Church  ;  cr,    Grace  and  Glory. 
 
 1  f~>  RE  AT  God,  attend,  while  Zion  fings 
 V_T  The  joy  which  from  thy  prefence  fprings; 
 To  fpend  one  day  with  thee  en  earth 
 Exceeds  a  thoufand  days  of  mirth. 
 
 2  Mighfl  enjoy  the  meaneft  place- 
 Within  thy  houfe,  0  God  of  grace  ! 
 Not  tents  of  eafe,  nor  thrones  of  now'r, 
 Should  tempt  my  feet  to  leave  thy  doer. 
 
 3  God  is  our  fun,  he  makes  our  day  ! 
 
 .  is  our  fhield  ;  he  guards  our  way 
 From  all  tii'  aifaults  cf  hell  and  fin, 
 From  foes  without,  and  iocs  within. 
 
 a  All  needful  grace  will  God  bclluw, 
 
 hat  grace  with  glory  tou  ;. 
 
PSALM    LXXXIV.  15 j 
 
 He  gives  us  all  things*  and  with-holds 
 No  real  good  from  upright  fouls. 
 
 5  O  God,  our  King  !  whole  fov 'reign  fway 
 The  glor'ous  holts  of  heav'n  obey, 
 And  devils  at  thy  prefence  flee  ; 
 Bleft  is  the  man  who  trulls  in  thee. 
 
 Psalm  LXXXIV,    Com.  Metre. 
 Paraphrafecl. 
 
 Delight  in  Ordinances  of JVorJhip  ;  or,  Cod prefexi  ht 
 
 his  Churches. 
 
 i   ~\/fY  foul,  how  lovely  is  the  place 
 
 ivJL      To  which  thy  God  reforts  ! 
 
 'Tis  heav'n  to  fee  his  fmilin^  face, 
 
 Though  in  his  earthly  courts. 
 
 z  There  the  great  monarch  .of  the  fkies      \ 
 His  laving  pov/'r  dlfplays, 
 And  light  breaks  in  upon  our  eyes 
 With  kind  and  quick'ning  rays. 
 
 3  With  his  rich  gifts  the  heav'nly  dove 
 
 Defcends  and  fills  the  place, 
 While  Chrift  reveals  his  wond'rous  love» 
 And  Jheds  abroad  his  grace. 
 
 4  There,  mighty  God,  thy  words  declare 
 
 The  fecrets  of  thy  will ; 
 Still  we  will  feek  thy  mercy  there, 
 And  fing  thy  praifes  ltill. 
 
 P  a  u  s 
 
 e  . 
 
 5  My  heart  and  flefh  cry  out  for  thee, 
 
 While  far  from  thine  abode  ; 
 When  rtiall  I  tread  thy  courts,  and  fee 
 My  Saviour  and  my  God  ? 
 
 6  The  fparrow  buiids  hevfeif  a  neft, 
 
 And  fuffers  no  remove  ; 
 O  make  me  like  the  fparrow  bleft? 
 To  dwell  but  where  I  loye  i 
 
iS6  PSALM   LXXXIV. 
 
 7  To  fit  one  day  beneath  thine  eye, 
 And  hear  thy  gracious  voice, 
 Exceeds  a  whole  eternity 
 Employ'd  in  carnal  joys. 
 
 3   Lord,  at  thy  threshold  I  would  wait, 
 While  Jefus  is  within, 
 Rather  than  rill  a  throve  of  ftatc, 
 Or  live  in  tents  of  fin  ! 
 
 g  Could  I  command  the  fpacious  land, 
 And  the  more  boundlefs  fea, 
 For  one  bleft  hour  at  thy  right  hand, 
 I'd  give  them  both  away. 
 
 Psalm    LXXXIV.    Far.  Metre. 
 
 Longing  for  the  Houfe  of  Gcd. 
 
 ORD  of  the  worlds  above, 
 i—i  How  pleafant  and  how  fair 
 The  dwellings  of  thy  love, 
 Thine  earthly  temples  are  ! 
 
 To  thine  abode 
 
 My  heait  afphes. 
 
 With  warm  defires, 
 
 To  fee  my  God 
 
 2   The  fparrow  for  her  young 
 With  pleafure  feeks  a  neft  ; 
 \nd  wand' ring  fwallows  long 
 To  rind  their  wonted  reft  : 
 
 My  fpirit  faints 
 
 With  equal  zeal, 
 
 To  vile  and  dwell 
 
 Among  thy  I'ainuJ 
 
 j    ()  happy  fouls  who  pray 
 Where  God  appoints  to  hear  ! 
 O  happy  men  who  pay 
 Their  conftant  fervice  the: 
 They  praile  thee  i*: ill  ■ 
 +  ih\  happy  they 
 
PSALM    LXXXIVe  157 
 
 Who  love  the  way 
 To  Zion's  hill. 
 
 4  They  go  from  ftrengfh  to  ftrergth 
 Through  this  dark  vale  of  tears, 
 Till  each  arrives  at  length, 
 Till  each  in  heav'n  appears: 
 
 O  glor'ous  feat,- 
 
 When  God  our  King 
 
 Shall  thither  bring 
 
 Our  willing  feet  i 
 
 5  To  fpend  one  facred  day 
 Where  God. and  faints  abide, 
 Alfords  diviner  joy 
 
 Than  th'oufand  days  befide  : 
 Where  Goi  reforts,     , 
 I  love  it  more  * 
 To  keep  the  door 
 Than  fhine  in  courts. 
 
 6  God  is  our  fun  and  Ihieldj 
 Our  light  and  our  defence  ; 
 With  gifts  his  hands  are  fill'd, ' 
 We  draw  our  bleflings  thence  : 
 
 Ke  fnail  bellow 
 On  Jacob's  race 
 Peculiar  grace    • 
 And  glory  too. 
 
 7  The  Lord  his  people  loves  ; 
 His  hand  no  good  withholds 
 From  thole  his  heart  approves-} 
 From  pure  and  pious  fouls  ; 
 
 Thrice  happy  he, 
 O  God  of  hofti, 
 Whofe  fpirit  truits 
 Alone  in  thee. 
 
 O 
 
158  PSALM    LXXXV. 
 
 Psalm  LXXXV.   ift  Part.  Long  Metre. 
 
 Hailing  for  an  Atrfivcr  ti  Prayrr  I   or,  Deliverance 
 began  and  completed. 
 
 i    T    ORD,  thou  halt  call'd  thy  grace  to  mind, 
 JLi     Thou  haft  revers'd  our  heavy  doom : 
 So  God  forgave*  when  lfr'el  finn'd, 
 And  brought  his  wand'ring  captives  home. 
 
 z  Thou  haft  begun  to  fet  us  free, 
 And  make  thy  fierceft  wrath  a"bate  : 
 Now  let  our  hearts  be  turn'd  to  thee, 
 And  thy  falvation  be  complete. 
 
 3  Revive  our  dying  graces,  Lord, 
 And  let  thy  faints  in  thee  rejoice; 
 Make  known  thy  truth,  fulfil  thy  word  ; 
 We  wait  for  praife  to  tune  our  voice. 
 
 4  We  wait  to  hear  what  God  will  fay  ; 
 He'll  fpeak,  and  give  his  people  peace ; 
 But  let  them  run  no  moreraftray, 
 
 Left  his  returning  wrath  increafe. 
 
 Psalm  LXXXV.   2d  Part,  long  Met*. 
 
 Salvation  by  Cbrijl. 
 
 x    QALVATION  is  forever  nigh 
 
 \J   The  fcujs  who  fear  and  truft  the  Lord ; 
 And  grace  defcending  Irom  on  high 
 Vreih  hopes  of  glory  {hall  afford. 
 
 2  Mercy  and  truth  on  earth  are  met, 
 
 Since  Chrift  the  Lord  came  down  from  hcav'n  ! 
 By  his  obed'encs  i'o  complete, 
 juftice  is  pleas'd,  and  peace  is  giv'n. 
 
 3  Now  truth  and  honor  thall  abound* 
 Religion  dwell  on  earth  again, 
 
 And  heav'nly  influence  blefs  the  ground 
 In  our  Redeemer's  gentle  reign. 
 
 4  His  righteoufnefs  is  gone  before, 
 To  give  us  free  acctfs  to  God  ; 
 
PSJLM    LXXXVI.  159 
 
 Our  wand'ring  feet  fhall  ftray  no  more, 
 But  mark  his  fteps,  and  keep  the  road. 
 
 Psalm  LXXXVI.    Com.  Metre, 
 
 A  general  Song  of  Praife  to  God. 
 
 2  A  MONG  the  princes'  earthly  gods, 
 J~\.     There's  none  hath  pow'r  divine  ! 
 Nor  is  their  nature,  mighty  Lord,- 
 
 Nor  are  their  works,  like  thine. 
 
 The  nations  thou' haft  made,  fhall  bring 
 Their  off 'rings  round  thy  throne  : 
 
 For  thou  alone  deft  wond'rous  thingSj 
 For  thou  art  God  alone. 
 
 3  Lord,  I  would  walk  with  holy  feet  ; 
 
 Teach  me  thine  heav'nly  ways, 
 And  my  poor  fcatter'd  thoughts  unite 
 In  God  my  Father's  praife. 
 
 4  Great  is  thy  mercy,  and  my  fong 
 
 Shall  thofe  fweet  wonders  teli, 
 How  by  thy  grace  my  finking  foul 
 Rpfe  from  the  deeps  of  hell. 
 
 Psalm  LXXXVII,    Long  Metre. 
 
 The  Church  the  Birth-PIace  of  the  Saints  ;   or>  Jeivs 
 
 and  Gentiles  united  in  the  Chrifiian  Church. 
 1   f~^  OD,  in  his  earthly  temple,  lays 
 
 V_T     Foundations  for  his  heav'nly  praife  : 
 
 He  likes  the  tents  of  Jacob  well, 
 
 I3ut  ftiil  in  Zion  loves  to  dwell. 
 
 f-  His  mercy  vifits  ev'ry  houfe 
 
 That  pays  its  night  and  morning  vows^ 
 But  makes  a  more  delightful  ftay 
 Where  churches  meet  to  praife  and  pray, 
 
 3  What  glories  were  defcrib'd  of  old  ! 
 What  wonders  are  of  Zion  told  ! 
 Thou  city  of  our  God  below, 
 Thy  fame  lhall  Tyre  and  Egypt  know. 
 
\6a  PSALM    LXXXIX. 
 
 4.  Egypt  and  Tyre,  and  Greek  and  Jew> 
 Shall  the'.e  begin  their  lives  anew  : 
 -Angels  arid  men  lhall  join  to  ling 
 The  hill  where  living  waters  fpring. 
 
 5  When  God  makes  up  his  laft  account 
 Of  natives,  in  his  holy  mount, 
 'Twill  be  an  honor  to  appear 
 As  one  new-born  or  nounlh'd  there. 
 
 Psalm   LXXXIX.   i  ft  Part.  Long  Metre, 
 
 The  Covenant  made  ivith  Cbr'tji  ;   or,  the  true  DuuiJ. 
 
 i   T?OR  ever  /hall  my  fong  record 
 
 X     The  truth  and  mercy  of  the  Lord  : 
 
 Mercy  and  truth  forever  ftand, 
 
 Like  heav'n,  eftabliih'u  by  his  hand. 
 
 2  Thus  to  his  Son,  he  fware,  and  faid* 
 "  With  thee  my  cov'nant  hi  ft  is  made, 
 "  In  thte  (hall  dying  tinners  live, 
 
 ««  Glory  and  grace  aie  thine  to  give. 
 
 3  «'  Be  thou  my  Prophet,  thou  my  Pricft  ; 
 "  Thy  children  mall  be  ever  blcft  ; 
 
 M  Thou  art  my  cholen  King  ;    thy  throne 
 «'  Shail  ftand  eternal,  like  my  own. 
 
 4  "  There's  none  of  all  my  fons  above 
 ««  So  much  my  image  or  my  love  : 
 
 «<  Celeftial  pow'rs  thy  fubjeevs  are, 
 
 «  Then  what  can  earth  to  thee  compare  ? 
 
 5  "  David,  my  fcrvant,.  whom  I  chofe 
 
 "  To.  guard  my  flock,  to  crufh  my  foes, 
 "  Aito  rais'd  him  to  the  Jewifn  throne*. 
 "Was  but  a  fhadow  of  my  Son."  ■ 
 
 6  Now  let  the  church  rejoice  and  fing 
 Jefus  her  Saviour  and  her  King! 
 Angels  his  heav'nly  wonders  fhow  ! 
 And  faints  declare  his  works  below \ 
 
PSALM  LXXXIX.  161 
 
 P;  &  l  M   LXXXIX.   ift  Part.  Cora.  Met. 
 
 9&  Faitbfuhefi  cf  God. 
 i    *]\/fY  never-ceafing  fongs  thall  fhow 
 1\  -L     The  mercies  of  the  Lord  ; 
 Aud  make  fucceeding  ages  know 
 How  faithful  is  his  word. 
 
 z  The  facred  truths  his  lips  pronounce 
 Shall  firm  as  heav'n  endure  : 
 Anii  if  he  fpeak  a  promife  once* 
 Th5  eternal  grace  is  fure. 
 
 3   How  long  the  race  of  David  held 
 :  promis'd  Jewiih  throne  * 
 But  there's  a  nobler  cov'nant  feai'd 
 To  David's  greater  Son. 
 
 4.  This  feed  forever  fhail  potfefs 
 The  throne  above  the  ikies ; 
 The  mean=fi  fubjeci  of  his  grace 
 Shall  to  that  giof y  rife. 
 
 j   Lord  Gcd  of  Hofts,  thy  woad'rous  ways 
 Are  fung  by  faints,  above, 
 And  faints  on  earth  their  honors  raife 
 To  thy  unchanging  love. 
 
 ?  s  a  l  m  LXXXIX.  2d  Part.  Com.  Metre. 
 
 T.'.e   Pvwer   and   Ma-.efiy  of  God ;    cr,    rroerentiaf- 
 
 ' '  i-fcrjbip. 
 J   T  T  7"ITH  rev'rence  let  the  faints  appear, 
 V  V        And  bo  .v  before  tiie  Lord  : 
 His  high  commands  with  rev'rence  hear, 
 And  tremble  at  his  word. 
 
 2.  How  terrible  thy  glories  be  ! 
 
 How  bright  thine  armies  ihine  ! 
 Where  is  the  pow'r  Which  vi^s  with  thee  r 
 Or  truth  compard  to  thine  : 
 
 %.  The  Northern  pole,  and  Southern,  reft 
 
 On  :hv  f  i^oorting  hand  ; 
 
 O    2 
 
1 6a  PSALM   LXXXIX. 
 
 Darknefs  and  day  from  Baft  to  Weft 
 Move  round  at  thy  command. 
 
 4  Thy  words  the  racing  winds  controul, 
 And  rule  the  boift'rous  deep  ! 
 Thou  mak'ft  the  deeping  billows  rollj 
 The  rolling  billows  flecp  ! 
 
 5  Heav'n,  earth  and  air,  and  fea,  are  thine. 
 
 And  the  dark  world  of  hell  ; 
 How  did  thine  arm  in  vengeance  mine 
 When  Egypt  duilt  rebel  ! 
 
 6  Jufiiee  and  judgment  are  thy  throne  ; 
 
 Yet  wond'rous  is  thy  grace  ; 
 While  truth  and  mercy  join'd  in  one 
 Invite  us  near  thy  face 
 
 P  s  a  l  m  LXXXIX.  3d  Part.  Com.  Met. 
 
 A  bhjfed  Go/pel. 
 
 i    Ty  LEST  are  the  fouls  who  he^r  and  know 
 JD     The  gofpel's  joyful  found  ; 
 Peace  fhall  attend  ihe  paths  they  go, 
 And  light  their  lieps  l'urround. 
 
 s  Their  joy  mall  bear  their  fpirits  up, 
 Through  their  Redeemer's  name; 
 His  righteoufnefs  e\ri!i-j  their  hope, 
 Nor  fatan  dares  condemn. 
 
 3  The  Lord?  our  glory  and  defence, 
 Strength  and  fftlvation  gives :    . 
 Ifr'el,  tfly  King  forever  reigns, 
 Thy  God  forever  li.es  ! 
 
 Psalm  LXXXIX.  4th  Part.  Com.  Met. 
 
 CLrijI's  mediatorial   Kingdom;     or,    bis  divine  and 
 human  Nat**  i  - 
 EAR  what  the  Lard  in  vitlon  faid, 
 And  made  his  mercy  known  : 
 *f  Sinners,  behold,  jour  help  i$  laid 
 «»On  my  almighty  Son." 
 
PSALM    LXXXIX.  163.. 
 
 %  Behold  the  man  my  wifdorn  chofe 
 Among  your  moital  race  ! 
 His  head  my  hdly  oil  o'erhows, 
 The  Spirit  of  my  grace. 
 
 3.  High  (hall  he  reign  en  David's  throne,. 
 My  people's  bptter  King  ; 
 My  arm  mail  beat  his  rivals  down, 
 And  ftill  new  fubjects  bring. 
 
 4  My  truth  lhall  guard  him  in  his  way, 
 
 With  mercy  by  his  tide  ; 
 While  in  my  name,  through  earth  and  fea3 
 He  lhall  in  triumph  ride. 
 
 5  Me  for  his  Father  and  his  God, 
 
 He  mall  forever  own  ; 
 Call  me  his  rock,  his  high  abode,  . 
 And  I'll  fupport  my  Son. 
 
 6  My  firft-born  Son,  array 'd  in  grace,. 
 
 At  my  right  hand  lhall  fit  ; 
 Beneath  h:m  angels  know  their  place, 
 And  monarchs,  at  his  feet. 
 
 7  My  cov'nant  Hands  forever  faft  ; 
 
 My  prqmifes  are  ffcrong  ; 
 Firm  as  the  heavens  his  throne  mail  laft,. 
 His  feed  endure  as  long. 
 
 Psal  m    LXXXIX.  5th  Fart.  Corn.  Met,. 
 
 The  Covenant  of [Grace  unchangeable  ;    or,   AjfAtiion- 
 "without  RejecJIo?;. 
 
 1  T^ET  {faith  the  Lord)  if  David's  race, 
 
 X       The  children  of  my  Son, 
 Should  break  my  laws,  abufe  my  grace* 
 And  tempt  mine  anger  down  : 
 
 2  Their  fins  I'll  vi.fit  with  the  rod, 
 
 And  make  their  folly  fmart ; 
 But  I'll  not  ceafe  to  be  their  God  ; 
 Nor  from  my  truth  depart. 
 
j  64  PSA  L  M"  LXXX1X. 
 
 j  My  cov'nant  I  will  ne'er  revoke. 
 But  keep  my  grace  in  mind  i 
 And  what  eternal  love  hath  fpoke. 
 Eternal  truth  thai!  bind. 
 
 4  Once  have  I  fwern,   (I  need  no  more)- 
 
 And  pled^"d  my  holinefs, 
 To  leal  the  lac  red  promile  i'ure 
 To  Davie!  and  his  race. 
 
 5  Tiie  fun  fhail  fee  his  offspring  rife, 
 
 And  fpread  from  fea  to  fea  ; 
 Lon;*  as  he  travels  round  the  ikies 
 To  give  the  nations  day. 
 
 6  Sure  as  the  moon  which  rules  the  night. 
 
 His  kingdom  fhall  endure  ; 
 Tii!  the  rix'd  laws  of  (hade  and  light 
 Shall  be  oblerv'd  no  mfire. 
 
 Psalm-  LXXXIX.    6th  Part.    Long  Nfeti 
 
 Mortality  and  H,pe. 
 
 A    Funeral     P  S  a  r.  M  . 
 i   TJ  EM  EMBER,  Lord,  our  mortal  fUte, 
 
 XV     How  hail  our  life,  how  fhort  the  date  I 
 Where  is  the  man  who.draws  ins  breath 
 Safe  from  difeafe,  fe-'urc  from  death  i1 
 
 2  Lord,  while  we  fee  whole  nations  die, 
 Our  rle'li  and  fenfe  repine  and  cry, 
 «'  Muft  death  forever  r?.ge  and  reign  ? 
 *«  Or  haft' thou  made  mankind  in  vain  ?* 
 
 «■  Where  is  thy  promife  to  the  juft  \ 
 "  Are  not  thy  fervants  turn'd  to  du/t  ?"' 
 l*ut  faith  forbids  ihefe  mournful  iighs,. 
 And  fees  the  fleeping  dull  arife. 
 
 4  That  glor'ous  hour,  that  dreadful  day, 
 Wipes  the  reproach  of  faints  away, 
 And  clears  the  honor  of  thy  word  ! 
 Awake,  our  fouls,  au;!  blefs  the  ford. 
 
P  S  JL  M   LXXXIX.  1 6c 
 
 Psalm    LXXXIa.    LaftPart.    Par.. Met. 
 
 Life,  Death  and  the  Rcfurretlion. 
 1  HPI-TIXK,  mighty  God,  on  feeble  man, 
 
 X       How  few  his  hours  !    how  ihort  his  fpan  t 
 
 Short  from  the  cradle  to  the  grave  1 
 Who  can  fecure  his  vital  breath, 
 Againft  the  bold  demands  of  death, 
 With  fkill  to  tiy,  or  pow'r  to  lave  ? 
 
 ft  Lord,  fhall  it  be  forever  faid, 
 The  race  of  man  was  only  made 
 
 For  ficknefs-,  forrow,  and  the  duft? 
 Are  not  thy  fervants,  day  by  day, 
 p  Sent  to  their  graves  and  turn'd  to  clay  ? 
 Lord,  where's  thy  kindnefs  to  the  juft  b 
 
 3.  Haft  thou  not  prcmis'd  to  thy  Son, 
 And  all  his  feed,  a  heav'nly  crown  ? 
 
 But  flefh  and.  fenfe  indulge  defpair  ; 
 Forever  bleiled  be  the  Lord, 
 That  faith  can  read  bis  holy  word, 
 And  find  a  refurreetion  there. 
 
 4  Forever  blefied  be  the  Lord» 
 
 Who  gives  his  faints  a  long  reward 
 
 For  all  their  toil,  reproach  and  pain  ! 
 Let  all  below,  and  all  above, 
 Join  to. proclaim  thy  wond'rous  love, 
 
 And  each  repeat  a  loud  Amen. 
 
 P  s  a  l  m  XC.    Long  Metre. 
 
 Man  mortal,  and  God  eternal. 
 A   mournful    Song    at    a   Funeral. 
 i  'T'HROUGH  ev'ry  age,  eternal  God, 
 A       Thou  art  our  reft,  oar  fafe  abode  : 
 High  was  thy  throne,  ere  heav'n  was  made, 
 Or  earth,  thy  humble  footftool,  laid. 
 
 a  Long  hadft  thou  reigu'd,  ere  time  began, 
 Or  duft  was,  iaihion'd  to  a  man; 
 
1 66  PSALM    XC. 
 
 And  long  thy  kingdom  fhall  endure, 
 When  earth  and  time  mail  be  no  more. 
 
 3  But  man,  weak  man,  is  born  to  die  > 
 Made  up  of  guilt  and  vanity  : 
 
 Thy  dreadful  fentence,   Lord,  wasjuft, 
 Return,  ye  Sinners,  to  your  dujl. 
 
 4  [A  thoufand  of  our  years  amount 
 Scarce  to  a  day  in  thijae  account ; 
 Like  yefterday's  departed  light. 
 Or  the  lail  watch  of  ending  night.] 
 
 5  Death,  like  an  overflowing  ftream, 
 Sweeps  us  away  ;  our  life's  a  dream  ; 
 An  empty  tale;  a  morning  rlow'r, 
 Cut  down  and  wither'd  in  an  hour  : 
 
 6  [Our  age  to  fev'nty  years  is  fet  ; 
 
 How  fhort  the  term  !  how  frail  the  ftate! 
 
 And  if  to  eighty  we  arrive, 
 
 We  rather  llgh  and  groan,  than  live. 
 
 7  But  O  !  how  eft  thy  wrath  appears, 
 And  cuts  offour  expected  years  ! 
 Thy  wrath  awakes  our  humble  dread  : 
 
 We  fear  that  pow'r  which  ftrikes  us  dead. j 
 
 8  Teack  us,  O  Lord,  how  frail  is  man  ! 
 And  kindly  lengthen  out  our  lpan, 
 Till  a  wife  care  of  piety 
 
 Fit  us  to  rtiet  and  dwell  with  thee. 
 
 Psalm.  XC.    ill  Part.  Com.  Metre, 
 
 Man  frail,   and  God  eternal. 
 
 *•  Z^VUR  Go  1,  our  help  in  ages  paft, 
 v_>/     Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 
 Our  (better  from  the  itormy  blaft> 
 And  our  eternal  home  ! 
 
 7.  Under  the  fhadow  of  thy  throne 
 Thy  faints  have  dwelt  fecnie  ; 
 
PS  AL  M    XC,  167 
 
 "Sufficient  is  thine  arm  alone, 
 And  our  defence  is  fure. 
 
 3   Before  the  hills  in  order  tfoodi 
 Or  earth  receiv'd  her  frame, 
 From  everiafting  thou  art  God, 
 To  endlefs  years  the  fame. 
 
 -.4  Thy  word  commands  our  fielh  to  duff., 
 Return,  ye  fans  of  men  ; 
 All.  nations  rofe  from  earth  at  firft, 
 And  turn  to  earth  again. 
 
 5  A  thoufand  ages  in  thy  fight 
 
 Are  like  an  ev'ning  gone  4 
 Short  as  the  watch  which  ends  the  night 
 Before  the  rifing  fun. 
 
 6  [The  bufy  tribes  of  fieih  and  blood, 
 
 With  all  their  lives  and  cares, 
 Are  carryld  downwards  by  the  flood, 
 And  loft  in  fqll'wing  years. 
 
 7  Time,  like  an  ever-rolling  ftream. 
 
 Bears  all  its  fons  away  ; 
 They  fly,  forgotten,  as  a  dream 
 Dies  at  the  op'ning  day. 
 
 S  Like  flow'ry  fields  the  nations  ftand, 
 Pleas'd  with  the  morning  light  ; 
 The  fiow'rs  beneath  the  mower's  hand 
 Lie  withering  ere  'tis  night.] 
 
 9  Our  God,  our  help  in  ages  paft, 
 Our  hope  for  years  to  come  ! 
 Be  thou  our  guard  while  troubles  laft, 
 And  our  eternal  home. 
 
 Psalm    XC.     2d  part.    Com.  Metre. 
 
 infirmities  and  Mortality  the  EffeEi  of  Sin  ;   or,  Life^ 
 
 Cld  Age,  and  Preparation  for  Dealb. 
 1    T    ORD,  if  thine  eyes  furvey  our  faults, 
 1_J     And  juftice  grow  fevere; 
 
i6S  PSALM  XC. 
 
 Thy  dreadful  wrath  exceeds  cur  thoughts, 
 And  burns  beyond  our  fear. 
 
 a.  Thine  anger  turns  our  frame  to  duft  ; 
 By  one  crier.ee  to  thee, 
 Adam,  with  all  his  fons»  have  loft 
 Their  immortality. 
 
 3  Life,  like  a  vain  amufement,  fiies, 
 
 A  fable  or  a  long  ; 
 By  fwift  degrees  our  nature  dieSi 
 Nor  can  our  joys  be  long. 
 
 4  'Tis  but  a  few  whofe  days  amount. 
 
 To  threefcore  years  and  ten  ; 
 And  all  beyond  that  fhort  account 
 Is  forrow,  toil  and  pain. 
 
 5  [Our  vitals.,  with  labor'ous  ftrife, 
 
 Bear  up  the  crazy  load  ; 
 And  drrg  thofe  poor  remains  of  life 
 Along  the  tirefome  road.} 
 
 6  Almighty  God,  reveal  thy  love, 
 
 And  not  thy  wrath  alone  ; 
 O  let  our  fweet  exper'ence  prove 
 The  mercies  of  thy  throne  ! 
 
 7  Our  fouls  would  learn  the  heav'nly  nrt 
 
 T'  improve  the  hours  we  have  ; 
 That  we  may  ad  the  wifcr  part, 
 And  live  beyond  the  grave. 
 
 Ps  a  l  m    XC.     3d  Part.     Com.  Metre, 
 
 Breathing  after  Heaven. 
 i    TJ  ETURN,   O  God  of  love,  return! 
 Xv      Earth  is  a  tirefome  place  ; 
 How  long  lhail  we,  thy  children,  mourn 
 Our  abience  from  thy  face. 
 
 .*  Let  hcav'n  fucceed  our  painful  years, 
 Let  fin  and  l'orrow  ceafe  ; 
 Let  mercy  wipe  away  oiir  tears, 
 And  make  our  joys  increafe. 
 
P  S  JL  M    XC,    XCL  169 
 
 Thy  wonders  to  thy  fervants  (how ; 
 
 Maks  thine  own  work  complete  ; 
 Then  (hall  our  fouls  thy  glory  know* 
 
 And  own  thy  love  was  gr^at. 
 
 Then  fhall  we  Pnine  hefore  thy  throne, 
 
 In  all  thy  beauty,   Lord  ; 
 And  tire  poor  lervice  wc  have  done 
 
 Meet  undefcrv'd  reward. 
 
 P-^  a  l  m  XC.    'Short  Mettle. 
 
 Tie  Frailly  and  Short  Hefs  rf  Lije, 
 CRD,  what  a  feeble  piece 
 Is  this  our  mortal  frame  ! 
 Our  life,  how  poor  a  trifle  'tis, 
 Which  fcarce  deferves  the  name  \ 
 
 ■~c  Alas  !  the  brittle  clay 
 
 Which  built  our  body  firll ! 
 And  ev'ry  month,  and  ev'ry  day> 
 'Tis  mould' ring  back  to  duii. 
 
 3  Our  moments  fly  apace, 
 
 Nor  will  our  minutes  (lay  ; 
 Juft  like  a  flood,  our  hally  days 
 Are  (weeping  us  away. 
 
 4  WTeli,  if  our  days  muft  fly, 
 
 We'll  keep  their  end  in  light ; 
 We'll  fpend  them  ail  in  wifdom's  way, 
 And  let  them  fpeed  their  rligii-t. 
 
 5  They'll  waft  us  fooner  e'er 
 
 This  "life's  tempelVous  lea  ; 
 5c ■.::.  we  ihall  reach  the  peaceful  (here 
 Of  blcdt  eternity. 
 
 Psalm    XCI.     1  ft  Part.    Long  Metre. 
 
 Safety  in  public  D/feafes  and  bangers, 
 1    fJE  who  hSth  made  his  refuge,   O  j$, 
 XI   Shall  rind  a  moft  fecure  abode  ; 
 P 
 
170  PS  At  M   XCI. 
 
 Shall    ••   \\  all  3aj  beneath  hi*  fhade. 
 And  there  a'i  night  ill  a  1 1  reft  his  head. 
 
 2  Then  will  I  fay,    "  My  G-:d,  thy  pow'r 
 «'  Shall  be  my  fortrefs  and  my  icw'r; 
 
 •*  I »  who  am  fotOi'd  of  feeble 
 
 «<  Make  thine  almighty  arm  my  iiunV' 
 
 3  Thrice  harny  man  !  thy  Maker's  cave 
 Shall  keep  tnee  from  the  fowler's  fnarel 
 Satant  the  fowler,  who  betrays 
 Unguarded  iculs  a  thcufand  ways. 
 
 4  {aft  as  ci  hen  protects  her  brood 
 
 [From  birds  c;  prey  which  frek  their  blcod) 
 Under  her  feathers,  jo  the  Lord 
 Makes  his  own  arm  his  people's  guard. 
 
 » 
 ^Ti"  burning  beams  of  noon  ccnipire 
 To  dart  a  peftiler.iial  fire, 
 God  is  their  lite  ;    his  wines  are  ipread 
 To  ihield  them  with  a  heaithful  ihade. 
 
 6   If  vapours,  with  malignant  breath, 
 Hue  thick,  and  fcatter  midnight  death, 
 Ifr'el  is  fafe  :   the  poifon'd  air 
 
 Grows  pure,  if  Ifr'el's  God  be  there. 
 
 7  What  tho'  a  thoufand  at  thy  fide, 
 At  thy  right  hand  ten  thouland,  dy'd  ? 
 Thy  God" his  chofen  people  i'aves, 
 Among  the  dead,    amidft  the  graves. 
 
 S   So  when  he  fent  his  anc;el  down 
 To  make  his  wrath  in  Egypt  known, 
 And  flew  their  fon*f  his  careful  eye 
 Pafs'd  all  the  doors  of  Jacob  by. 
 
 9  But  if  the  rue,  or  plague,  cr  f.vord, 
 Receive  commiffion  from  the  Lord, 
 2  his  faints  an  reft, 
 
 heir  very  pains  and  deuthv  .:;:  ' ' 
 
P  S  A  L  M   XCI.  1 71 
 
 :o  The  fword,  the  pefrilence.  or  fire, 
 Shall  but  fulni  their  beft  cteftre  \ 
 From  fine  and  forrow  let  them  free» 
 And  bring  thy  children,   Lord,  to  thee. 
 
 Ps  al  m    XCI.     2d  Part.    Com.  Metre. 
 
 T  •oteSion-from.  Deaik,  Guard  if  Ar.geis)  ViSory  and 
 Detiverance. 
 ./'E.fons  of  men,  a  feeble  race, 
 Expos'd  to  ev;ry  fnare. 
 Come,  make  the  Lord  your  dwelling  place^ 
 And  trv,  and  traft  his  care. 
 
 V' 
 
 1 
 
 x":  :.:  (hall  enter  where  you  dwell  ; 
 
 Or,  if  the  pl-gue  come  nigh, 
 And  iwccp  the  wickeri  down  to  hell, 
 
 'Twill  raife  his  faints  on  high. 
 
 He'll  give  his  angels  charge  to  keep 
 
 Your  feet  in  ail  their  ways  ; 
 To  watch  your  pillow  white  you  ileep, 
 
 And  guard  your  happy  days. 
 
 4  Their  hands  (hall  bear  you,  left  you  fall 
 And  dam  againfl  the  ffcones  ; 
 Ave  they  not  fervants,  at  his  call, 
 And  fent  r"  attend  his  fons  ? 
 
 Adders  and  lions,  ye  mail  tread  ; 
 The  tempter's  wiles  defeat; 
 
 He  who  hath  broke  the  ferpent's  heady- 
 Puts  him  beneath  your  feet. 
 
 11  Becaufe  on  me  they  fet  their  love, 
 "  I'll  lave  them  (faith  the  Lord) 
 
 '*  I'll  bear  their  joyful  fouls  above 
 "  Destruction  and  the  fword. 
 
 "  My  grace  mall  anfwer,  when  they  call ; 
 ,  «  In  trouble  I'll  be  nigh  ; 
 -<  My  pow/r  thai!  heip  them  when  they  fall, 
 "  And  raife  them  when  they  die. 
 
j 72  PS  AL  M   XCII. 
 
 8  *<■  Thofe  who  on  earth  my  name  have  known, 
 "  I'll  honor  them  in  heav'n  : 
 «'  There  my  falvation  ihall  be  fhown, 
 »  And  endiefs  lite  be  giv'n." 
 
 Psal  m  XCII.   ift  Part.  Long  Metre. 
 
 A  P/aimfor  the  Lord's  Day. 
 
 i    QWEET  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King  ! 
 O   To  p rails  thy  name,    give  thanks  and  fing  j 
 To  thfiw  thy  love  by  morning  ligh;, 
 And  talk  of  all  thy  truth  at  night  ! 
 
 %  Sweet  is  the  day  of  facred  reft  ; 
 
 No  mortal  cares  fhall  feizc  my  bread  j 
 G  may  my  heart  in  tur.e  be  found, 
 Like  David's  harp  of  folemn  found. 
 
 3  My  heart  fhall  triumph  in  my  Lord» 
 And  b'.ers  his  works,  and  blefs  his  word  ; 
 Thy  works  of  grace,  how  bright  they  fhine  ! 
 How  de?p  thy  counfels  !  how  divine  ! 
 
 4  Fools  never  raife  their  thoughts  fo  high  ; 
 Like  brutes  they  live  !  like  brutes  they  die  I 
 Like  grafs  they  flouriih,  till  thy  breath 
 Biafts  them  in  evcriafting  death  ! 
 
 5  Bat  I  fi-iail  fhare  a  glor'ous  part, 
 When  grace  hath  well  refin'd  my  heart, 
 And  frcih  fupp'ies  of  joy  are  fhed, 
 Like  holy  oil,  to  cheer  my  head  . 
 
 6  Sin  (my  worfl  enemy  before) 
 
 Shall  vex  my  eyes  and  ears  no  more  ; 
 My  inward  foes  fhall  all  be  fhin, 
 Nor  Satan  break  my  peace  again. 
 
 7  Then  fha'l  I  fee,  and  hear,  and  know? 
 All  I  defir'd,  or  with'ii,  below; 
 
 And  cv'ry  pow'r  find  fweet  employ 
 In  that  eternal  werld  of  joy. 
 
PSALM  XCII,   XCIII.         1 73 
 Psalm    XCII.    2d  Part.    Long  Metre, 
 
 The  Church  is  the  Garden  of  God. 
 ORD,  'tis  a  pleafant  thing  to  ftand 
 In  gardens,  planted  by  thy  hand  : 
 Let  me  within  thy  courts  be  feen, 
 Like  a  young  cedar,  ffefh  and  green. 
 
 2  There  grow  thy  faints  in  faith  and  love, 
 Bleft  with  thy  infl'ence  from  above  ; 
 Not  Lebanon,  with  all  its  trees, 
 Yields  fuch  a  comely  fight  as  thele, 
 
 3  The  plants  of  grace  fhall  ever  live ; 
 (Nature  decays,  but  grac-3  muft  thrive) 
 Time,  which  doth  all  things  elfe  impair, 
 Still  makes  them  fiourim  ftrong  and  lair. 
 
 4  Laden  with  fruits  of. age,  they  (hew 
 The  Lord  is  holy,  ju.lt  and  true  : 
 None  who  attend  his  gates  fhall  find 
 A  God  unfaithful  or  unkind. 
 
 P -s.  a  l  m  XCIII.    Lcng  Metre, 
 
 The  eter?ral  and fovzreign  God. 
 I     TEHOVAH  reigns  j.'he  dwell?  in  light  ; 
 J    Girded  with  majefty  and  might  : 
 The  world,  created,  by  his  hands, 
 Still  on  its  iuit  foundation  ftands. 
 
 z_  But  ere  this  fpacious  world  was  made, 
 Or  had  its  firlt.  foundations  kid, 
 Thy  throne  eternal  ages  flood.. 
 Thyfelf  the  ever-iiving  God. 
 
 j.  Like  floods  the  angry  nations  rife, 
 And  aim  their  rage  againfi  the  fkie? ; 
 Vain  floods*,  which  aim  their  rage  io  high  I 
 At  thy  rebuke  the  billows  die. 
 
 4  For  ever  fhall  thy  throne  endure  ; 
 Thy  promtfe  Hands  for  ever  fure  ; 
 And  everlafting  hoiinefs 
 Becomes  the  dwelling  of  thy  grace. 
 P  % 
 
174  PS  AL  M    XCIII. 
 
 Psalm    XCIII.    Par.  Met. 
 
 r  ,~P,HE  Lord  of  glory  reigns !  he  reigns  en  high  P 
 X     His  robes  of  ftate  are  ftrength  and  majefty  ; 
 This  wide  creation  rofe  at  his  command  ; 
 Built  by  his  word,  and  'fiablifn'd  by  his  hand: 
 Long  ftood  his  throne,  ere  he  began  creation, 
 And  his  own  Godhead  is  the  firm  foundation. 
 
 z  Cod  is  th'  eternal  King  :   Thy  fees  in  vain 
 Raife  their  rebellion  to  confound  thy  reign  : 
 la  vain  the  ftorms,  in  vain  the  floods  arife, 
 And  roar,  and  tefs  their  waves  againft  the  (kies  ; 
 Foaming  at  heav'n,  they  rage  with  wild  commo- 
 tion, 
 Butheav'n's  high  arches  fcorn  the fwelling  ocean. 
 
 •3   Ye  tempefts.  rage  no  more  !  ye  floods,   be  ftill  ! 
 
 And  the  mad  world  fubmiffive  to  his  will  : 
 
 Built  on  his  truth,  his  church  mult  ever  ftand  ; 
 
 Firm  are  his  promifes,  arid  ftrong  his  hand  : 
 
 See  his  own  ions,  wlicn  they  appear  before  him, 
 
 Bow  at  his  foot-ftool,  and  with  tear  adore  him  ! 
 
 P  s  a  L  m   XCIII.    Par.  Met. 
 
 J       f  I  TIL'  Lord  Jehovah  reigns, 
 JL     And  royal  ftate  maintains, 
 His  head  with  awful  glciies  crown 'd1  J 
 Array'd  in  robes  of  light, 
 Begirt  with  fov'reign  might, 
 And  rays  of  majefty  around. 
 
 ■z       Upheld  by  thy  commands, 
 
 The  world  fecurely  ftands  ; 
 And  fkies  and  ftars  obey  thy  word  : 
 
 Thy  throne  was  fix'd  on  high* 
 
 Before  the  ft-arry  fky  : 
 Eternal  is  thy  kingdom*  Lord  ! 
 
 3        In  vain  the  noify  crowd. 
 
 Like  billows  fierce  ?nd  loud, 
 
 •  thine  empire  rage  and  roar  ; 
 
P  S  J  L  M    XCIV.  i-~ 
 
 In  vain,  with  angry  fpiie, 
 The  furl;    nations  fights 
 And  daSii  like  waves,  againft  the  fiiore. 
 
 4.       Let  floods  and  nations  rage. 
 
 And  all  their  pow'rs  engage  ; 
 Let  fweliing  tides  ailault  the  Gey; 
 
 The  terrors  of  thy  frown 
 
 Shall  beat  their  madnefs  down  ; 
 Thy  throne  forever  ftands  on  high. 
 
 5        Thy  promifes  are  true, 
 
 Thy  grace  is  ever  new  ; 
 There  fix'd  thy  church  (hall  ne'er  remove  r*- 
 
 Thy  faints,  with  holy  fear, 
 
 Shall  in  thy  courts  at>pea~, 
 And  fing  thine  everiafting  love. 
 
 Psalm   XCIV.    ifi  Part.  Ccrr..  Met. 
 
 Saints  :l-  fifed,  and  Sinners  d'ftrcyed  ;     or,  irjtrus- 
 
 tive  .-  ~  'St .  tit . 
 
 i  HTHE  G  vl  to  whom  revenge  belongs, 
 -L       Proclaims  his  wrath  alov 
 His  fov'ffcign  pow'rs  redrefs  our  wrongs, 
 His  juftice  fmites  the  proud. 
 
 2  They  fay,  "  The  Lord  not  fees  nor  hears  !." 
 
 When  will- the  foois  be  viler 
 Can  he  be  deaf,  who  form'd  their  ears  ? 
 Or  blind,  who  made  their  e\  ss  ? 
 
 3  Ke  knows  their  imp'ous  thoughts  are  vain, 
 
 And  they  (hall  feel  his  pow'r; 
 His  wrath  lhail  pierce  their  fouls  with  pain, 
 I  a  fome  f  urpriilng  hour. 
 
 4  But  when  thy  faints  deferve  rebuke, 
 
 Thtiu  h~it  a  gentler  rod  ; 
 Thy  providences  nnd  thy  book 
 Shall  n:.ke  :^e^  know  their  God. 
 
 5  XjH-i-*-  L-    IBC    ;-]-i.<.  ID)     Iiantta   CU.ALi.ii*^ 
 
 And  to  his  duty  draw  : 
 
fj6  P  *\J  L  M  XGIV. 
 
 Thy  fcctirpes  make  thy  children  wiicw 
 When  tl)cy  forget  thy  law. 
 
 6  But  Cod  will  ne'er  caft:  orFhis  faints. 
 Nor  his  own  promise  break; 
 He  pardons  hi j  inheritance 
 for  their  Redeemer's  fake. 
 
 Psalm    XCIV.   2d  part.  Corn.  Metre. 
 
 God  car  Suppo;  t  a;:d  Ccmfc.rt  ;   cr,  Deliverance  from- 
 Temptation  end  Perfecuthn. 
 
 i   TT  J"  HO  will  arife  and  plead  my. right 
 V  V        Againft  my  num'rous  toes, 
 While  earth  and  hell  their  force  unite, 
 And  all  my  hopes  oppofc  ? 
 
 i  Had  not  the  Lord,  my  rock,  my  help* 
 Suftain'd  my  tainting  head, 
 My  life  had  now  in  filence  dwelt, 
 My  foul  among  the  dead. 
 
 3  Alas,  my  Jlldingfett  !    T  cry'd, 
 
 Thy'promife  was  my  prop  : 
 Thy  grace  ltood  coriitant  by  my  fide, 
 Thy  fpicjt  bore  me  uj 
 
 4  While  multitudes  of  mournful  thoughts 
 
 Within  my  bofom  roll. 
 Thy  boundlefs  love  forgives  my  faults, 
 Thy  comfwte  chear  my  ioui. 
 
 5  Pow'rs  cf  iniquity  may  rife, 
 
 And  frame  pernicious  laws  ; 
 But  God,  my  refuge,  rules  the  fkies; 
 He  will  defend  my  caufe. 
 
 f>  Let  malice  vent  her  rage  ;  .   u  I  ; 
 Let  bold  blafphemers  f 
 The  Lord  our  God  will  judge  the  proud, 
 And  cut  the  linr.cn  Qii\ 
 
•S' 
 
 PSALM    XCV-.  i7? 
 
 Psalm    XCV.    Com.  Metre. 
 
 A  Pfalm  he  fore  Prayer. 
 NG  to  the  Lord  Jehovah's  name, 
 And  in  his  ftrength  rejoice ; 
 When  his  falvation  is  our  theme, 
 
 Ex-lted  be  our  voice. 
 
 a  With  thanks  approach  his  awful  feat? 
 And  pfalms  of  honor  Ting  ; 
 The  Lord's  a  God  of  boundlefs  might, 
 The  whole  creation's  King. 
 
 3  Let  princes  hear,  let  angels  know, 
 
 How  mean  their  natures  feem, 
 Thofe  gods  on  high,  and  gods  below, 
 When  once  cbmpar'd  with  him. 
 
 4  Earth,  with  its  caverns,  dark  and  deep* 
 
 Lies  in  his  fpacious  hand  ; 
 He  fix'd  the  feas  what  bounds  to  keep, 
 And  where  the  hills  nruft  Hand. 
 
 5  Come,  and  with  humble  fouls  adore  ; 
 
 Come,  kneel  before  his  face  : 
 O  may  the  creatures  of  his  pow'r 
 Be  children  of  his  grace  ! 
 
 €  Now  is  the  time  !  he  bends  his  ear, 
 And  waits  for  your  requcft ; 
 Come,  left  he  rouie  his  wrath,  and  fvvear 
 "  Ye  fhail  not  fee  my  reft." 
 
 Psalm    XCV.    Short  Metre. 
 
 A  Pfalm  Lf ore  Sermon. 
 
 i    f~^  OME,  found  his  praife  abroad  ; 
 V^y      And  hymns  of  glory  fmg  ; 
 Jehovah  is  the  fov'reign  God, 
 The  univerfa]  King. 
 
 2  He  form'd  the  deeps  unknown  ; 
 He  gave  the  fe2S  their  bound  ; 
 The  wat'ry  worlds  are  all  his  own. 
 And  all  the  foliJ  ground. 
 
i7.a  PSALM   xcv. 
 
 3  Come,  worlhip  at  his  throne; 
 
 Come,  bow  before  the  Lord  : 
 We  are  his  works,  and  not  our  own  ; 
 He  form'd  us  by  his  word. 
 
 4  To  day  attend  his  voice  ; 
 
 Nor  dare  provoke  his  rod  ; 
 Come,  like  the  people  of  his  choice? 
 And  own  your  gracious  God- 
 
 5.  Bat,  if  your  ears  refufe 
 
 The  language  of  his  grace,  . 
 And  hearts  grow  hard,  like  ftubborn  Jews, 
 That  unbelieving  race  ; 
 
 6-  The  Lord,  in  vengeance  dreft, 
 Vv'iil  lift  his  hand  and  fwear, 
 ««  You  who  deipife  my  promis'd  reft, 
 **  Shall  have  no  portion  there." 
 
 P  s  a  l  m  XCV.    Long  Metre. 
 
 Ganaafi  hji  through  Unlc!:rf ;    or,   a  IVurning  !c  de- 
 laying S "mr, crs. 
 i    /"^  OME,  let  our  voices  join  to  raife 
 
 \^j     A  facred  long  of  folemn  praife  : 
 
 God  is  a  fov 'reigw  King  :    rehearfe 
 
 His  honors,-  in  exalted  verfe. 
 
 a  Come,  let  our  fouls  addrefs  the  Lord, 
 Who  fram'd  our  natures  with  his  word  ; 
 He  is  our  fhepherd  ;  we  the  iheep 
 His  mercy  chofe,  his  paftures  keep. 
 
 3  Come,  let  us  hear  his  voice  to  day, 
 The  counfeis  of  his  love  obey  ; 
 Nor  let  our  harden'd  hearts  renew 
 
 The  fins  and  plagues  which  Ifr'el  knew. 
 
 4  Ifr'el,  who  faw  his  works  of  grace, 
 Yet  tempt  their  Maker  to  his  face  ; 
 A  faithlefs,  unbelieving  brood, 
 Thai  tu"cl  tL;  patience  of  their  God. 
 
VSALM    XCVI.  r79 
 
 5  Thu3  faith  the  Lord,  •«  How  falfe  they  prove  ! 
 "  Forget  my  pow'r,  abufe  my  love  ; 
 
 "  Since  they  clefpife  my  reft,   1  fwear 
 "  Their  feet  fhall  never  enter  there." 
 
 6  [Look  back,,  my  foul,  with  holy  dread, 
 And  view  thofe  ancient  rebels  dead  ! 
 Attend  the  offer rd  grace  to  day, 
 Nor^Iofe  the  bleffmg  by  delay. 
 
 7  Seize  the  kind  promife,  while  it  waits, 
 And  march  to  Zion's  hear'nly  gates  ; 
 Believe,  -and  tafte  the  promis'd  reft  ; 
 Obey,  and  be  forever  cleft.] 
 
 Psalm    XCVI.  Common  Metre. 
 
 Chriji' 's  firji  and  fee  on  d  Coming. 
 
 i    QING  to  the  Lord,  ye  diftant  lands, 
 O      Ye  tribes,  of  ev'ry  tongue  ; 
 His  new  difcover'd  grace  demands 
 A  new  and  nobler  long, 
 
 2  Say  to  the  nations,   Jefus  reigns, 
 
 God's  own  almighty  Son  : 
 His  pow'r  the  finking  world  fufiains. 
 And  grace  furrounds  fcis  throne. 
 
 3  Let  heav'n  proclaim  the  joyful  day, 
 
 Joy  through  the  earth  be  feen  ; 
 Let  cities  fiaine  in  bright  array, 
 And  fields  in  cheerful  green. 
 
 4  Let  an  unufual  joy  furprife 
 
 The  iiiands  of  the  fea  ; 
 Ye  mountains  fink,  ye  vallies  rife, 
 Prepare  the  Lord  his  way. 
 
 5  Behold  !  he  comes,  he  come  to  blefs 
 
 The  nations  as  their  God  ; 
 To  ihew  the  world  his  righteoufnef-, 
 And  fend  .his  truth  abroad. 
 
 6  But,  when  his  voice  (hall  raife  the  dead, 
 
 And,  bid  the  world  draw  near, 
 
*gp       P  S  A  L  :i     JtCVI,    XCV1I. 
 
 ill  the  guilty  nations  dread 
 To  iec  their  judge  appear! 
 
 P  5  a.l  m     XCVI.     Par.  Met. 
 
 ■  GbJoftbe  Grn'ttlh. 
 
 LET  all  the  earth  their  voices  r 
 To  ilng  the  choiceft  pfalrri  or  praife» 
 To  li'.v^"  an.l  blefs  Jehowth's  name  : 
 His  glory  let  the  heathen  know, 
 Hi<  wonders  to  the  nations  fr 
 And  ait  his  laying  works  proclaim. 
 
 xa  The  heathens  know  thy  glory,  Lord  ; 
 The  wciid'iing  nations  read  thy  word  ; 
 i'hefe  dedans  have  Jehovah  known  : 
 Our  worihip  thall  no  more  be  paid 
 To  gods  which  mortal  hands  have  made; 
 Our  Maker  is  our  Ood  alone. 
 
 3   Me  fram'd  the  globe,  he  built  the  f>.y, 
 He  made  the  mining  worlds  on  hi,;!-,, 
 
 And  reigns  complete  in  glory  there  : 
 His  beams  are  :n  ijcity  and  light  ; 
 Kis  beauties,  how  divinely  bright  ' 
 His /temple  i  how  divinely  fail  ! 
 
 •4  Come,  the  great  day,  the  glor'ous  hour ! 
 When  earth  thai!  fc;l  his  laving  pow'r, 
 
 And  barb'rons  nations  fear  his  name  ; 
 Then  lhail  the  lace  of  man  coniei's 
 The  beauty  of  his  hoiinefs, 
 
 And  in  his  courts  his  grace  proclaim. 
 
 ?  s  a  l  m     XCVII.    lit  Purr.  Long  Metre, 
 
 Cbrtfl  re/gnirg  in  Kcazen,  axd  c 
 
 .    T  IE  reigns  ;  the  Lord]  the  Saviour  reigus ; 
 JL  L   P;aii"e  him  in  w  drains  ! 
 
 •    t  the  whole  earth  icei 
 
 And  c  ftant  .  i:i  their  voice. 
 
P'SAIM    XCVII.  181 
 
 -i  Deep  are  his  counfels  and  unknown  ; 
 But  grace  and  truth  iupport  his  throne  : 
 Tho'  gloomy  clouds  his  ways  furround, 
 Tuftice  is  their  eternal  ground. 
 
 3  In  rebes  of  judgment,  lo  !  he  Comes  ; 
 Shakes  the  wide  earth,  and  cleaves  the  tombs ; 
 Before  him  burns  devouring  hie  ; 
 
 The  mountains  melt,  the  leas  retire! 
 
 4  His  enemies,  with  fore  difmay, 
 
 Flee  from  the  fight,  and  ihun  the  day  : 
 Then  lift  your  heads,  ye  faints,  on  high» 
 And  ling,  for  your  redemption's  nigh  ! 
 
 Psalm   XCVII.    2d  Part.   Long  Metre, 
 
 CbrijVs  Incarnation. 
 i  rT^HE  Lord  is  come,  the  heav'ns  proclaim 
 X     His  birth  ;  the  nations  learn  his  name  : 
 An  unknown  ftar  direcls  the  road 
 Of  Eaftern  fages,  to  their  God. 
 
 a  All  ye  bright  armies  of  the  flues, 
 Go,  worlhip  where  the  Saviour  lies  ; 
 Angels  and  kings  before  him  bow, 
 Thofe  gods  on  high,  and  gods  below. 
 
 _3    Let  idols  totter  to  the  ground, 
 
 And  their  own  worfhippers  confound  : 
 But  Judah  ihout,  and  Zion  fing, 
 And  earth  confefs  her  fov 'reign  Kin*. 
 
 Psalm  XCVII.    3d  ?art.   Long  Metre, 
 
 Grace  and  Glory. 
 i  rT",H'  Almighty  reigns  exalted  high, 
 A     O'er  ali  the  earth,  o'er  all  the  (ky  t  ' 
 Tho'  clouds  and  darkne-fs  veil  his  feet? 
 His  dwelling  is  the  mercy-feat. 
 
 v  a  O  ye  who  love  his  holy  name, 
 
 Hate  ev'ry  work  of  fin  and  fhame  ; 
 
182  PSALM    XCVIL 
 
 He  guards  the  fouls  of  all  his  friends, 
 And  from  the  fnares  of  hell  defends. 
 
 3  Immortal  light,  and  joys  unknown, 
 Are  for  the  faints  in  darknefs  fown  ; 
 Thofe  glor'ous  feeds  fhall  fpring  and  rife* 
 And  the  bright  harveft  blefs  our  eyes. 
 
 4  Rejoice,  ye  righteous,  and  record 
 The  facred  honors  of  the  Lord  ; 
 None  but  the  fouls  that  feel  his  grace 
 Can  triumph  in  his  holinefs. 
 
 Psalm    XCVJI.    Com.  Metre. 
 
 CLriJl's  Incarnation,   and  the  lajl  "Judgment. 
 
 I  "V^E  illands  of  the  Northern  fea, 
 X         Rejoice,  the  Saviour  reigns ; 
 His  word,  like  fire,  prepares  his  way, 
 And  mountains  melt  to  plains. 
 
 2,  His  prefence  finks  the  proudeft  hills, 
 And  makes  the  vallies  rife  ; 
 The  humble  foul  enjoys  his  fmiles, 
 The  haughty  finner  dies. 
 
 3  The  hcav'ns  his  rightful  pow'r  proclaim  ; 
 
 The  idol  gods  around 
 Fill  their  own  worfhippers  with  Lhame, 
 And  totter  to  the  ground. 
 
 4  Adoring  angels,  at  his  birth, 
 
 Made  the  Redeemer  known  ; 
 Thus  ihall  he  come  to  judge  the  earth, 
 And  angels  guard  his  throne. 
 
 5  His  foes  fhall  tremble  at  his  light, 
 
 And  hills  and  leas  retire  ; 
 His  children  take  their  unknown  flight, 
 And  leave  the  world  on  fire. 
 
 6  The  feeds  of  joy  and  glory  fewn 
 
 For  faints  in  darkneis  nere, 
 Shall  rife  and  fpring  in  worlds  unknow», 
 And  a  rich  huneit  bear. 
 
PS  AL  M  XCVIIL  1S3 
 
 ?  3  a  l  m  XCVIIL    i ft  Part.    Com.  Met. 
 
 Pra'fe fir  the  Go/pel. 
 
 i  T^O  our  almighty  Maker,  Gods 
 A       New  honors  be  addreft  ; 
 His  great  falvation  ihines  abroad. 
 And  makes  the  nations  bieft. 
 
 2  He  fpakethe  word  to  Abra'm  firfi, 
 
 His  truth  fulfils  his  grace ; 
 The  Gentiles  make  his  name  their  truft, 
 And  learn  his  righteoufnefs. 
 
 3  Let  the  whole  earth  his  love  proclaim 
 
 With  all  her  dirr 'rent  tongues  ; 
 And  fpread  the  honors  of  his  name 
 In  melody  and  fongs. 
 
 Psalm  XCVIIL  2d  Part.  Com.  Metre. 
 
 The  Mejfiah  's  Coming  and  Kingdom. 
 
 I     T  O Y  to  the  world  i  the  Lord  is  come  I 
 J      Let  earth  receive  her  King  : 
 Let  ev'ry  heart  prepare  him  roomi 
 And  heav'n  and  nature  fmg. 
 
 %  Joy  to  the  earth  !  the  Saviour  reigns  !  . 
 Let  men  their  fongs  employ  ; 
 While  rields  and  floods,  rocks,  hills  and  plains, 
 Repeat  the  founding  joy. 
 
 I  No  more  let  fins  and  forrows  grow» 
 Nor  thorns  inteft  the  ground  ; 
 He  comes  to  make  his  biefiings  flow 
 Far  as  the  curfe  is  found. 
 
 4  He  rules  the  world  with  truth  and  grace* 
 
 And  makes  the  nations  prove 
 The  glories  of  his  righteoufnefs, 
 And  wonders  of  his  love. 
 
iS4  PSALM    XCIX. 
 
 Psalm  XCIX.     ift  Part.    Short  Metre* 
 
 Chrijl'1  s  Kingdom  and  Majejiy, 
 
 i  r  I  ^HE  God  Jehovah  reigns  ; 
 JL       Let  all  the  nations  fear  ; 
 Let  finners  tremble  at  his  throne* 
 And  faints  be  humble  there. 
 
 2  Jefus,  the  Saviour,  reigns  ! 
 
 Let  earth  adore  its  Lord.; 
 Bright  cherubs  his  attendants  Hand, 
 Swift  to  fulfil  his  word. 
 
 3  In  Zion  is  his  throne  ; 
 
 His  honors  are  divine  ; 
 His  church  fhall  make  his  wonders  known  \ 
 For  there  his  glories-  ihine. 
 
 4  How  holy  is  his  name  V 
 
 How  terrible  his  praile  ! 
 Juftice,  and  truth,  and  judgments,  join 
 In  all  his  works  of  grace. 
 
 Psalm  XCIX.    2d  Part.    Short  Metre. 
 
 A  holy  God  werjhipped  luith  Reverence^      I 
 i    T?  XALT  the  Lord  our  God, 
 1  j      And  worfhip  at  his  feet  ; 
 His  nature  is  all  holinefs, 
 And  mercy  is  his  feat. 
 
 2  When  I IV el  was  his  vhun;h, 
 When  Aaron  was  his  prieft, 
 When  Mofes  cry'd,  when  Samuel  pray'd. 
 He  gave  his  people  reft. 
 
 5   Oft  he  forgave  their  fins, 
 
 Nor  would  deftroy  their  race  ; 
 And  oft  he  made  his  vengeance  known, 
 When  they  abus'd  his  grace. 
 
 4  Exalt  the  Lord  our  God, 
 
 Whole  grace  is  itill  the  fame  j. 
 Still  he's  a  God  of  holinefs, 
 And  jealoui  fox  his  name* 
 
PSALM   C.  1S5 
 
 Psalm  C.    Long  Metre, 
 
 A  plain  Tranfiation. 
 
 Praife    to   cur  Creator. 
 
 1  V7"E  nations  round  the  earth,  rejoice 
 
 !     Before  the  Lord,  your  fov'reign  King  ; 
 Serve  him  with  cheerful  heart  and  voice, 
 With  all  your  tongues  his  glory  ling. 
 
 2  The  Lord  is  God  ;   'tis  he  alone 
 
 Doth  life,  and  breath,  and  being  give  ; 
 We  are  his  work,  and  not  our  own  ; 
 The  fheep  which  on  his  paftures  live. 
 
 3  Enter  his  gates  with  fongs  of  joy, 
 With  praifes  to  his  courts  repair, 
 And  make  it  your  divine  employ, 
 To  pay  your  thankful  honors  there. 
 
 4  The  Lord  is  good  ;  the  Lord  is  kind ; 
 Great  is  his  grace,  his  mercy  lure ; 
 And  the  whole  race  of  man  fhall  find 
 His  truth  from  age  to  age  endure. 
 
 Psalm  C,    Long  Metre.    A  Parcphrafe. 
 
 1    QING  to  the  Lord,  with  joyful  voice  ; 
 O   Let  ev'ry  land  his  name  adore  ;    • 
 America  {hall  fend  the  noife 
 Acrofs  the  ocean,  to  the  ihore. 
 
 %  Nations  attend  before  his  throne 
 With  folemn  fear,  with  facred  joy  : 
 Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  alone  ; 
 He  can  create,  and  he  deflroy. 
 
 3   His  fov'reign  pow'r,  without  our  aid, 
 Made  us  of  clay,  and  form'd  us  men  : 
 And  when  like  wand'ring  fheep  we  itray'd, 
 He  brought  us  to  his  fold  again. 
 
 ,4  We  are  his  people,  we  his  care, 
 
 Our  fouls,  and  all  our  mortal  frame  : 
 What  lading  honors  {hall  we  rear, 
 Almighty  Maker,  to  thy  name  ? 
 
rbo  PSALM   CI. 
 
 j   We'll  crowd  thy  gates  with  thankful  Tongs,. 
 High  as  the  heav'ns  our  voices  raiie  ; 
 And  earth,  with  her  ten  thoufand  tongues,. 
 Shall  fill  thy  courts  with  founding  praii'c. 
 
 6  Wi$c  as  the  world  is  thy  commandt 
 
 Vaft  as  eternity  thy  love.; 
 
 Firm  as  a  rock  thy  truth  mull  Hand, 
 
 When  rolling  vears  fhall  ceafe  to  move. 
 
 Ps  a.i.  m     CT.    Long  Metre. 
 
 Tfie  .Magtf rale's  Pfalm. 
 I    TV /THRCY  and  judgment  are  my  long  ! 
 IVX  And  fince  they  both  to  thee  belong*. 
 My  gracious  God,  my  righteous  King, 
 To,  thee  my  fong&  ancLvows  I  bring. 
 
 z  If  I  am  rais'd  to  bear  the  fvvord, 
 I'll  take  my  couniels  from  thy  word; 
 Thy  justice  and  thy  heav'nly  grace 
 Shall  be  the  pattern  of  my  ways. 
 
 3  Let  wif-iom  all  my  actions  guide, 
 And  let  my  God  with  me  refide  ; 
 
 No  .wicked  thing  fhall  dwell  with  mo 
 Which  may  provoke  thy  jealoufy. 
 
 4  No  fons  of  iiander,  rage  and  ftrife, 
 Shall.be  companions  of  my  life  ; 
 The  haughty  look,  the  heart  of  pride, 
 Within  my  doors  fhall  ne'er  abide. 
 
 5  [I'llfearch  the.land,  and  raife  the  jufl 
 To  pofta  of  honor,  wealth  and  trull  ; 
 The  men  who  work  thy  holy  will, 
 Shall  he  my  friends  and  fav'vites  ftiil.] 
 
 iu  In  vain  fhall  fiqners  hope  to  rife 
 By  flatt'ring  or  malicious  lies  : 
 And  while  the  innocent  I  guard, 
 The  held  offender  fhan't  bs  fpa>  'd- 
 
 ^  The  imp'ous  crew,  that  fa£Trou€  bandt 
 Shall  hide  their  heads,  or  quit  the  land  .;. 
 
PSALM  CI,  CII.  iff 
 
 And  ail  who  break  the  public  reft, 
 Where  I  have  power*  mail  be  fupprefL, 
 
 P  s  a  l  m   CI.    Corm  M~>re. 
 
 ^  Pf aim  for  a  Maji.er  of*  family., 
 :    /*~\F  juftice  and  of  grace  I  fing, 
 Vi-r      And  pay  my  God  my  vows  ; 
 Let  grace  and juitiee,  he.av'nly.  Kingj, 
 Teach-  me  to  rule  my  houfe,-. 
 
 2  Now  to  my  tent,  O-  God,  repair,. 
 And  make  thy  fervant  wife. 
 To  fsrfief  nothing  near  me  there. 
 Which  mail  offend  thine  eyes. 
 
 3.  The  man  who  doth  his  neighbor  wrong,, 
 By  falfhood  or  by.  force* 
 The  fcornful  eye,  the  fland'rous  tongue*. 
 I'll  thruft  them  from  ray  doors. 
 
 4  I'll  feek  the  faithful  and  the  juft, 
 And  will  their  help  enjoy  : 
 Thefe  are  the  friends  whom  I.  mall  truftV 
 The  fervants  I'll  employ.. 
 
 £  The  wretch,  who  deals  in  fly.  deceit, 
 I'll  not  endure  a  night ; 
 The  liar's  tongue  I'll  ever  hate,. 
 And  banifh  from  my  fight, 
 
 6  I'll  purge  my  family  around. 
 And  make  the  wicked  flee  ; 
 So  (hall  my  houfe  be  ever  found, 
 A  dwelling  fit  for  thee. 
 
 Psalm  CII.   ift  P&rt.  Com.  Metres 
 
 A  Prayer  of  the  AffilBed. 
 ?   IT  TSAR  me,  O  God,  nor  hide  thy  face?-, 
 X~X     But  anfwer,  left  I  die  .<■ 
 Haft  thou  not  built  a  throne  of  grace, 
 To  hear,  when  finners  cry  ?-- 
 
 2  My  days  are  wafted  like  the  fmoke- 
 DUlclving  in  the  air  j 
 
188  PSALM    Cir. 
 
 My  ftrength  is  dry'd,  my  heart  is  broke, 
 And  finking  in  deipair. 
 
 3  My  fphits  fiagi  like  withering  grafs 
 
 Burnt  with  exceffive  heat ; 
 In  fecret  groans  my  minutes  pafs, 
 And  I  forget  to  eat. 
 
 4  As  on  fome  lonely  building's  top, 
 
 The  fparrow  tells  her  moan, 
 Far  from  the  tents  of  joy  and  hope, 
 1  fit  and  grieve  alone. 
 
 5  My  foul  is  like  a  wildernefs, 
 
 Where  beads,  of  midnight,  howl; 
 There  tiie  fad  raven  finds  her  place, 
 And  there  the  fcreaming  owl. 
 
 6  Dark  difmal  thoughts  and  boding  fears 
 
 Dwell  in  my  troubled  bseaft  ; 
 While  fharp  reproaches  wound  my  ears, 
 Nor  give  my  fpirit  reft. 
 
 7  My  cup  is  mingled  with  my  woes, 
 
 And  tears  are  my  repaft  ; 
 My  daily  bread  like  afhes  grows 
 Unpleafant  to  my  tafte. 
 
 8  Senfe  can  a  fiord  no  real  joy 
 
 To  fouls  who  feel  thy  frown  ; 
 Lord,  'tjvas  thy  hand  advanc'd  me  high; 
 Thy  hand  hath  caft  mc  down. 
 
 9  My  locks  like  wither'd  leaves  appear; 
 
 And  life's  declining  light 
 Grows  faint,  as  ev'ning  fhadows  are, 
 Which  vanilh  into  night* 
 
 10  But  thou  forever  art  the  fame, 
 
 O  my  eternal  God  ! 
 Ages  to  come  fhall  know  thy  name, 
 And  fpread  thy  works  abroad. 
 
 11  Thou  wilt  arife,  and  ihew  thy  face» 
 
 Nor  will  ni>-Lord  delay, 
 
PSALM   CII.  189 
 
 Beyond  tb/J  appointed  hour  of  grace, 
 That  long  expeded  day. 
 
 is  He  hears  his  faints,  he  knows  their  cry  » 
 And  by  myfter'ous  ways, 
 Redeems  the  prisoners  doom'd  to  die, 
 And  fills  their  tongues  with  praife. 
 
 Psalm  CII.  2d  Part.  Com.  Metre. 
 
 Praytr  heard,  and  Zion  rejiored. 
 
 1  T    ET  Zion  and  her  Sons  rejoice  ! 
 l~i     Behold'the  promis'd  hour  ! 
 
 Her  God  hath  heard  her  mourning  voice? 
 And  comes  t'  exalt  his  pow'r. 
 
 2  Her  dull  and  ruins  which  remain 
 
 Are  precious  in  our  eyes  ; 
 Thofe  ruins  inall  be  built  again* 
 And  all  that  duft  fhall  rife. 
 
 ^  The  Lord  will  raife  jerufalem, 
 And  ftand  in  glory  there  ; 
 Nations  ihali  bow  before  his  name? 
 And  kings  attend  with  fear. 
 
 4  He  fits  a  Sov'reign  on  his  throne, 
 
 With  pity  in  his  eyes  : 
 He  hears  the  dying  prisoners  groani 
 
 And  fees  their  fighs  arife. 
 
 5  He  frees  the  fouls  candemn'd  to  death,  f 
 
 And,  when  his  faints  complain, 
 It  ihan't  be  faid,   that  praying  breath 
 Was  ever  fpent  in  vain; 
 
 6  This  (hall  be  known  when  we  are  dead? 
 
 And  left  on  long  record. 
 That  ages  yet  unborn  may  read* 
 And  truft  and  praife  the  Lord. 
 
 Psalm    CIL   3d  Part.   Long  Metre. 
 
 Man's  Mortality,  and  Cbrift's  Eternity  :  ory  Saint* 
 
 die,  but  Cbriji  and  the  Church  live. 
 5    TT  is  the  Lord  our  Saviour's  hand 
 
 X  Weakens  our  ftrength  amirift  the  race «. 
 
i9o  PSALM   CIII. 
 
 Difeafe  and  death,  at  his  command* 
 Arreft  us,  and  cut  fhort  »ur  days. 
 
 2  Spare  us,  O  Lord  !  aloud  we  pray, 
 Nor  let  our  fun  go  down  at  noon  ; 
 Thy  years  are  one  eternal  day  ; 
 And  mull  thy  children  die  fo  foon  ? 
 
 3  Yet,  in  the  midft  of  death  and  grief, 
 This  thought  our  forrow  (hall  affuage: 
 "  Our  Father  and  our  Saviour  live  ; 
 
 ««  Chrift  is  the  fame  through  ev'ry  age." 
 
 4  'Twas  he  this  earth's  foundation  laid  ; 
 Heav'n  is  the  building  of  his  hand  ; 
 
 This  earth  grows  old,  thefe  heay'ns  (hall  fade, 
 And  all  be  chang'd  at  thy  command. 
 
 5  The  ftarry  curtains  of  the  (ky, 
 Like  garments,  (hall  be  laid  afide  ; 
 
 But  (till  thy  throne  ftands  firm  and  high; 
 Thy  church  forever  mull  abide. 
 
 6  Before  thy  face  thy  church  (hall  live, 
 And  on  thy  throne  thy  children  reign: 
 This  dying  world  (hall  they  furvive, 
 And  the  dead  faints  be  rais'd  again. 
 
 Psalm  CIII,     id  Part.    Long  Metre. 
 
 BleJJlng  G«d  for  hh  Goodnefs  to  Snul  and  Bcdy. 
 
 I  T>LESS,  O  my  foul!  the  living  God  ! 
 -O  Call  home  thy  thoughts  which  rove  abroad; 
 Let  all  the  pow'rs  within  me  join, 
 In  work  and  worihip  fo  divine. 
 
 a  Blefs,  O  my  foul !  the  God  of  grace  j 
 His  favors  claim  thy  highefl  praife  ; 
 Why  ihould  the  wonders  he  hath  wrought 
 Be  loft  in  filencc,  and  forgot  ? 
 
 S   'Tis  he,  my  foul,  who  fent  his  Son 
 To  die  for  crimes  which  thou  haft  done; 
 He  owns  the  ranlom,  and  forgives 
 The  hcurly  follies  of  our  lives. 
 
PSALM  CIII.  191 
 
 4  The  vices  of  the  mind  he  heals, 
 
 And  cures  the  pains  which  nature  feels, 
 Redeems  the  foul  from  hell,  and  faves 
 Our  waiting  lives  from  threat'ning  graves. 
 
 5  Our  youth  decay'd  his  pow'r  repairs  , 
 His  mercy  crowns  our  growing  years  : 
 He  fatisfies  our  mouths  with  good, 
 And  fills  our  hopes  with  heav'nly  food- 
 
 6  He  fees  th'  oppreflbr  and  f  h'  oppreft> 
 And  often  gives  the  fuff'rer  reft  ; 
 But  will  his  juftice  more  difpiay 
 
 In  the  laft  great  rewarding  day. 
 
 7  [His  pow'r  he  fnew'd  by  Mofes'  hands, 
 And  gave  to  Ifr'el  his  commands  ; 
 
 But  lent  his  truth  and  mercy  down 
 To  all  the  nations,  by  his  Son. 
 
 3  Let  the  whole  earth  his  pow'r  confefs, 
 Let  the  whole  earth  adore  his  grace  ; 
 The  Gentile,  with  the  Jew,  ihall  join 
 In  work  and  worfhip  fo  divine.] 
 
 Psalm  CIII.  2d  Part.    Long  Metre. 
 
 God's  gentlt  Chajllfement  ;    or,  his  tender  Mercy  ''  ts 
 
 bis  People. 
 1  '  I  ""HE  Lord,  how  wond'rous  are  his  ways  ! 
 JL     How  firm  his  truth  !  how  large  his  grace! 
 He  takes  his  mercy  for  his  throne, 
 And  thence  he  makes  his  glories  known. 
 
 a  Not  half  fo  high  his  pow'r  hath  fpread 
 The  ftarry  heav'ns  above  our  head, 
 As  his  rich  love  exceeds  our  praife, 
 Exceeds  the  higheft  hopes  we  raife. 
 
 3  'Not  half  fo  far  hath,  nature  plac'd 
 The  riling  morning  from  the  weft, 
 As  his  forgiving  grace  removes 
 The  daily  guilt  of  thole  he  loves. 
 
igz  PSALM    CIH. 
 
 4  How  flowly  doth  his  wrath  arife  ! 
 On  fwifter  wings  falvation  flies : 
 And,  if  he  lets  his  anger  burn, 
 Hov/  foon  his  frowns  to  pity  turn '. 
 
 £  Amidft  his  wrath  companion  mines ; 
 His  ftrokes  are  lighter  than  our  iins  ; 
 And,  while  his  rod  corrects  his  faints* 
 His  ear  indulges  their  complaints. 
 
 6  So  fathers  their  young  fons  chaftife 
 With  gentle  hands  and  melting  eyes  : 
 The  children  weep  beneath  the  fmart# 
 And  move  the  pity  of  their  heart. 
 
 P    A   V    S    K. 
 
 7  The  mighty  God,  the  wife  and  jufl:, 
 Knows  that  our  frame  is  feeble  duft  ; 
 And  will  no  heavy  load  impofe 
 Beyond  the  ftrength  which  he  bellows. 
 
 S  He  knows  how  foon  our  nature  die*, 
 Blafted  by  ev'ry  wind  that  tiies : 
 Like  grafs  we  fpring,  and  die  as  foon 
 As  morning  flow'rs  which  fade  at  noon. 
 
 9  But  his  eternal  love  is  fure 
 
 To  all  the  faints,  and  lhall  endure  : 
 From  age  to  age  his  truth  ihail  reign, 
 Nor  children's  children  hope  in  vain. 
 
 Psalm  CIII.     ift  Part.    Short  Metre. 
 
 Praifefor  Spiritual  and  Temporal  Merries. 
 
 i  f~\  BLESS  the  Lord,  my  foul  ! 
 V^/      Let  all  within  me  join, 
 And  aid  my  tongue  to  blefs  his  name, 
 Whofe  favors  arte  divine. 
 
 a  O  blefs  the  Lord,  my  foul ! 
 Nor  let  his  mercies  lie 
 Forgotten  ia  unthankful  nefs. 
 And  without  praifes  die. 
 
PSALM   CIIL  iQ3 
 
 3  'Tis  he  forgives  thy  fins  ; 
 
 'Tis  he  relieves  thy  pain  ; 
 'Tis  he  who  heals  thy  fickneffes. 
 And  makes  thee  young  again. 
 
 4  He  crowns  thy  life  with  love, 
 
 When  ranfom'd  from  the  grave  ; 
 He  who  redeem 'd  my  foul  from  hell 
 Hath  fov'reign  pow'r  to  fave. 
 
 5  He  fills  the  poor  writh  good. 
 
 He  gives  the  futf  Jrers  reft  ; 
 The  Lord  hath  judgments  for  the  proud* 
 And  juftice  for  th'  oppreft. 
 
 6  His  wond'rous  works  and  ways 
 
 He  made  by  Mofes  known  ; 
 But  fent  the  world  his  truth  and  grace 
 By  his  beloved  Son. 
 
 Psalm    CIIL  2d  Part.    Short  Metre, 
 
 Abounding  CompaJJion  of  God  ;   or,  Mercy  in the  midji 
 
 of  Judgment. 
 i    TV /TY  foul,  repeat  his  praife, 
 -LVX     Whofe  mercies  are  fo  great ; 
 Whofe  anger  is  fo  flow  to  rife, 
 So  ready  to  abate. 
 
 2  God  will  net  always  chide ; 
 
 And  when  his  ftrokes  are  felt, 
 His  ftrokes  are  fewer  than  our  criraes-, 
 And  lighter  than  our  guilt. 
 
 3  High  as  the  heav'ns  are  rais'd 
 
 Above  the  ground  we  tread* 
 So  far  the  riches  of  his  grace 
 Our  higheft  thoughts  exceed- 
 
 4  His  pow'r  fubdues  our  fins  ; 
 
 And  his  forgiving  love, 
 -  Far  as  the  eaft  is  from  the  weft* 
 Dcth  all  cur  guilt  remove. 
 R 
 
i94  PSALM  CIII. 
 
 5  The  pity  of  the  Lord, 
 
 To  thofe  who  fear  his  name, 
 Is  fuch  as  tender  parents  feel ; 
 He  knows  our  feeble  frame. 
 
 6  He  knows  we  are  but  duft, 
 
 Scatter 'd  with  ev'ry  breath  : 
 His  anger,  like  a  rifing  wind, 
 Can  fend  us  fwift  to  death. 
 
 7  Our  days  are  as  the  grafs, 
 
 Or  like  the  morning  iiow'r  ; 
 If  one  fharp  blaft  fweep  o'er  the  field, 
 It  withers  in  an  hour. 
 
 S  But  thy  compaffions,  Lord, 
 To  endlefs  years  endure  ; 
 And  children's  children  ever  find 
 Thy  words  of  promife  fure. 
 
 Psalm    CIII.  3d  Part.    Short  Metre. 
 
 God's    univerfal  Dominion  ;    or,  Angels   praife    the 
 
 Lord. 
 1  r~pHE  Lord,  the  fov'reign  King, 
 X       Hath  fix'd  his  throne  on  high  : 
 O'er  all  the  heav'nly  world  he  rules, 
 And  all  beneath  the  Iky. 
 
 a  Ye  angels,  great  in  might, 
 And  fwift  to  do  his  will, 
 Blefs  ye  the  Lord,   whole  voice  you  hear* 
 Whofe  pleafure  ye  fulfil. 
 
 3  Let  the  bright  hofts,  who  wait 
 
 The  orders  of  their  King, 
 And  guard  his  churches  when  they  pray. 
 Join  In  the  praife  they  ling. 
 
 4  While  all  his  wond'rous  works  x 
 
 Through  his  vaft  kingdom  fhew 
 Their  Maker's  glory,  thou,  my  foul* 
 Shalt  fir.g  his  graces  too. 
 
sPSALM   CIV.  195 
 
 Psalm    CIV.  Long  Metre. 
 
 The  Glory  of  God  in  Creation  and  Providence. 
 Y  loul,  thy  great  Creator  praife  ; 
 When,  cioth'd  in  his  ceieftial  rays, 
 He  in  full  majefty  appears, 
 And  like  a  robe  his  glory  wears. 
 
 Note — This  Pfalm  may  be  fang  to    St.  Helen's 
 tune,  by  adding  the  following  lines  to  rachjl-anza^ 
 
 'M 
 
 ViX,. 
 
 Great  is  the  Lord,  what  tongue  can  frame 
 An  equal  honor  to  his  name  ? 
 
 q,  The  heav'ns  are  for  his  curtains  fpread  ; 
 Th'  unfathom'd  deep  he  makes  his  bed  ; 
 Clouds  are  his  char'ot,  when  he  flies 
 On  winged  ftorms  acrofs  the  Ikies. 
 
 3  Angels,  whom  his  own  breath  infpires, 
 His  minifters  are  flaming  fires  ; 
 
 And,  fwift  as  thought,  their  armies  move» 
 To  bear  his  vengeance  or  his  love. 
 
 4  The  world's  foundations  by  his  hand 
 Are  pois'd,  and  ihali  forever  Hand ; 
 He  binds  the  ocean  in  his  chain, 
 Left  it  Ihould  drown  the  world  again. 
 
 5  When  earth  was  cover'd  with  the  flood* 
 Which  high  above  the  mountains  ftoodi 
 He  thunder'd,  and  the  ocean  fled, 
 Confin'd  to  its  appointed  bed. 
 
 6  The  fwelling  billows  know  their  bound, 
 And  in  their  channels  walk  their  round  ; 
 Yet  thence  convey 'd  by  fecret  veins, 
 
 They  fpring  on  hills,  and  drench  the  plains. 
 
 7  He  bids  the  cryftal  fountains  flow  9 
 \And  cheer  the  vallies  as  they  go  ; 
 Tame  heifers  there  their  thirft  allay, 
 And  for  the  ftream  wild  affes  bray. 
 
j96  PSALM   CIV. 
 
 8  From  pLcafont  trees  which  (hade  the  brink, 
 The  lark  and  linnet  light  to  drink  : 
 Thai  longs  tho  lark  and  linnet  raife, 
 
 And  chide  our  filence  in  his  praiie. 
 
 Pause    I. 
 
 9  God,  from  his  cloudy  ciflern,    pours 
 On  the  parch'd  earth  enriching  lhow'rs  j 
 The  grove,  the  garden,  and  the  field, 
 
 A  thouland  joyful  bleiTings  yield. 
 
 10  He  makes  the  grafi'y  food  arife, 
 And  gives  the  cattle  large  fupplies  ; 
 With  herbs  for  man  of  var'ous  pow'r. 
 To  nouriih  nature,  or  to  cure. 
 
 li  What  noble  fruit  the  vines  produce  ! 
 The  olive  yields  a  lhi&ing  juice  ; 
 Our  hearts  are  cheer'd  with  gen'rous  wine  j 
 With  inward  joy  our  faces  mine. 
 
 12  O  blefs  his  name,,  ye  nations  fed 
 With  nature's  chief  fupporter,  bread  : 
 While  bread  your  vital  itrength  imparts. 
 Serve  him  with  vigour  in  your  hearts. 
 
 Pause    II. 
 
 • 
 
 13  Behold  the  (lately  cedar  (lands, 
 Rais'd  in  the  toreit  by  his  hands; 
 Birds  to  the  boughs  for  (helter  fly, 
 And  build  their  nefts  fecure  on  high, 
 
 14  To  craggy  hills  afcends  the  goat ; 
 And  at  the  airy  mountain's  foot, 
 
 The  rcebler  creatures  mike  their  cell ;. 
 He  gives  them  wil'dom  where  to  dwell. 
 
 15  He  fets  the  fun  his  circling  race, 
 Appoints  the  moon  to  change  her  face; 
 And  when  thick  uarknefs  veils  the  day, 
 Calls  out  wild  beads  to  hunt  their  prey. 
 
 16  Fierce  lions  lead  their  young  abroad, 
 And,  roaring,  alk  theh  meat- from  Gods 
 
PSJLMC1Y.  ju>7 
 
 But  when  the  morning  beams  arife, 
 The  favage  beaft  to  covert  flies. 
 
 27  Then  man  to  daily  labor  goes: 
 The  night  was  made  for  his  repofe : 
 Sleep  is  thy  gift,  that  fweet  relief 
 From  tirefome  toil  and  wafting  ^rief. 
 
 x8  How  ftrange  thy  works  !  how  great  thy  {kill ! 
 And  ev'ry  land  thy  riches  fill : 
 Thy  wifdom  round  the  world  we  fee, 
 This  fpacious  earth  is  full  of  thee. 
 
 xo.  Nor  lefs  thy  glories  in  the  deep, 
 
 Where  fifh  in  millions  fwim  and  creep, 
 With  wond'rous  motions  fwift  or  flow, 
 Still  wand'ring  in  the  paths  below. 
 
 10  There  fhips  divide  their  wat'ry  way, 
 And  flocks  of  fcaly  monftcrs  play  ; 
 There  dwells  the  huge  leviathan, 
 And  foams  and  fports  in  fpite  of  man. 
 
 Pause    III. 
 
 21  Vaft  are  thy  works,  almighty  Lord  ! 
 All  nature  refts  upon  thy  word, 
 And, the  whole  race  of  creatures  ftand 
 Waiting  their  portion  from  thy  hand. 
 
 %%  While  each  receives  his  difF'rent  food, 
 Their  cheerful  looks  pronounce  it  good  : 
 Eagles  and  bears,  and  whales  and  worms, 
 Rejoice  and  praife  in  different  forms. 
 
 23  But  when  thy  face  is  hid,  they  mourn, 
 And,  dying,  to  their  duft  return  ; 
 Both  man  and  beaft  their  fouls  refign  ; 
 Life,  breath  and  fpirit,  all  are  thine. 
 
 *4  Yet  thou  canft  breathe  on  duft  again, 
 
 And  fill  the  world  with  beafts  and  men  j 
 ,    A  word  of  thy  creating  breath 
 
 Repairs  Uiewaites  of  time  and  death, 
 R   2 
 
iqS  PS  AIM   CV. 
 
 25  His  works,  the  wonders  of  his  might*. 
 Are  honor'd  with  his  own  delight: 
 How  awful  are  his  glor'ous  ways  ! 
 The  Lord  is  dreadful  in  his  praife. 
 
 26  The  earth  ftands  trembling  at  thy  ftroke, 
 And»  at  thy  touch,  the  mountains  fmcke  .; 
 Yet  humble  fouls  may  fee  thy  face, 
 
 And  tell  their  wants  to  fov 'reign  grace. 
 
 27  In  thee  my  hopes  and  whhes  meet, 
 And  make  my  meditations  fweet : 
 Thy  praifes  (hall  my  breath  employ*. 
 Till  it  expires  in  endlefs  joy. 
 
 28  While  haughty  nnners  die  accurft, 
 Their  glory  bury'd  with  their  duif,, 
 I  to  my  God,  my  heav'nly  King, 
 Immortal  hallelujahs  fing. 
 
 Psalm  CV.    Abridged.    Com.  Metre. 
 
 God"1  s  Conduct  t»  Ifra?/,  and  the  Plagues  of  Egypt. 
 
 1  f~^  IVE  thanks  to  God,  invoke  his  name, 
 V_T     And  tell  the  world  his  grace  : 
 Sound  through  the  earth  his  deeds  of  fame, 
 
 That  all  may  leek  his  face. 
 
 2  His  cov'nant  which  he  kept  in  mind 
 
 For  num'rous  ages  palt, 
 
 To  num'rous  ages  yet  behind 
 
 In  equal  force  (hall  Iaft. 
 
 3  He  fware  to  Abr'am  and  his  feed. 
 
 And  made  the  bleffing  lure; 
 Gentile's  the  ancient  promile  read,. 
 And  find  his  truth  en.dure. 
 
 4  *■  Thy  feed  lhall  make  all  nations  bleft, ' 
 
 (Said  the  almighty  voice) 
 «  And  Canaan's  land  lhall  be  their  reft, 
 "  The  type  of  heav'nly  joys." 
 
 5  [How  large  the  grant  !  how  rich  the  grace  i 
 
 To  give  them  Canaan's  land, 
 
PSALM    CV.  i99 
 
 When  they  were  ftrangers  in  the  place, 
 A  little  feeble  band  ! 
 
 6  Like  pilgrims,  through  the  countries  round 
 
 Securely  they  lemov'd, 
 And  haughty  kings  who  on  them  frown'd*. 
 Severely  he  reprov'd.. 
 
 7  "  Touch  mine  anointed,  and  my  arm 
 
 "  Shall  loan  revenge  the  wrong  ; 
 "  The  man  who  does  my  prophets  harm? 
 *«  Shall  know  their  God  is  itrong." 
 
 8  Then  let  the  ivcrldforbear  its  rage,. 
 
 Nor  put  the  church  in  fear  ; 
 
 Jfr'el  muji  live  through  every  age, 
 
 And  be  th'  Almighty's  cure.'j 
 
 Pause   L 
 
 9  When  Pharaoh  dar'd  to  vex  the  faints*. 
 And  thus  provok'd  their  God, 
 Moles  was  fent,  at  their  complaints, 
 Arm'd  with  his  dreadful  rod. 
 
 ip  He.call'd  for  darknefs ;  darknefs  came? 
 Like  an  o'erwheiming  flood  ; 
 He  turn'd  each  lake,  and  ev'ry  {beam? 
 To  lakes  and  Itreams  of  blood. 
 
 i.i  He  gave  the  fjgn,  and  noifome  flies 
 Through  the  whole  country  fprsad ; 
 And  frogs,  in  croaking  armies  nfe. 
 About  the  monarch's  bed. 
 
 J2  Through  fields  and  towns,  and  palaces? 
 The  tenfold  vengeance  .flew; 
 Locufts,  in  fwarms,  devour'd  their  trees9 
 And  hail  their  cattle  Hew.. 
 
 12  Then  by  an  angel's  midnight  ftro'ke 
 The  riow'r  of  Egypt  dy'd; 
 The  ftrength  of  ev'ry  houfe  was  broke?. 
 Their  glory  and  their  pride. 
 
 14  Noiv  !et  the  "world forbear  its  rags,. 
 Nor  put  the  churxk  in  fear  : 
 
200  PSALM   CVI. 
 
 Ifr'e/  mufi  Vive  through  ev'ry  age, 
 And  be  th'  Almighty  t  care. 
 
 Pause    II. 
 
 1  j  Thus  were  the  tribes  from  bondage  brought> 
 And  left  the  hated  ground  ; 
 Lacii  loir.e  Egyptian  ipoils  had  got, 
 And  not  one  feeble  found. 
 
 16  The  Lord  himfelf  chofc  out  their  wayi 
 
 And  mark'd  their  journies  right; 
 Gave  them  a  leading  cloud  by  day, 
 A  fiery  guide  by  night. 
 
 17  They  thirft  ;   and  waters  from  the  rock 
 
 In  rich  abundance  flow. 
 And  foil' wing  itill  the  courfe  they  took, 
 Kan  all  the  defart  through. 
 
 iS  O  wond'rous  ftream  !  O  bleiled  type 
 Of  ever-flowing  grace  ! 
 So  Chrift  our  rock  maintains  our  life 
 Through  all  this  wilderaefs. 
 
 19  Thus  guarded  by  th'  Almighty  hand, 
 The  chefen  tribes  poifeft. 
 Canaan,  the  rich,  the  promis'd  land; 
 And  there  enjoy'd  their  reft. 
 
 2X>  Then  let  the  ivorld forbear  its  rage, 
 The  church  renounce  her  fear  ; 
 Ifr'tl  mi'Ji  live  through  ev'ry  age, 
 And  be  th'  Almighty's  care. 
 
 Psalm    CVI.     ift  Fart.    Long  Metre, 
 
 Praife  to  God;  or.   Communion  ivith  Saints. 
 
 J  • 
 
 1  r~P,0  Cod  the  great,  the  ever  bleft, 
 
 JL     Let  longs  of  honor  be  addreft  ; 
 His  mercy  firm  forever  ftands  : 
 Give  him  the  thanks  his  love  demands. 
 
 2  Who  knows  the  wonders  of  thy  ways  ? 
 Who  thai!  luinl  thy  bvundlei's'pvail'e  ? 
 
 1 
 
PSALM   CVI.  201 
 
 Bleft  are  the  fouls  who  fear  thee  ftill> 
 And  pay  their  duty  to  thy  will. 
 
 3  Remember  what  thy  mercy  did 
 For  Jacob's  race,  thy  choien  feed  ; 
 And  with  the  fame  falvation  blefs 
 The.meaneft  fuppl'ant  of  thy  grace. 
 
 4  O  may  I  fee  thy  tribes  rejoice, 
 
 And  aid  their  triumphs  with  my  voice  ! 
 This  is  my  glory,  Lord,  to  be 
 Join'd  to  thy  faints,  and  near*  to  thee. 
 
 Psalm  CVI,    2d  Part.    Short  Metre. 
 
 If  rati  f  unified  and  pardoned  ;    or-,   God's  unchange- 
 able Love. 
 1    /~^  OD  of  eternal  love, 
 
 VJT     How  fickle  are  our  ways  ! 
 And  yet  how  eft  did  Ifr'el  prove 
 Thy  cenftancy  of  grace! 
 
 a  They  faw  thy  wonders  wrought,. 
 And  then  thy  praife  they  fung  ; 
 But  foon  thy  works  cf  pow'r  forgot* 
 And  murmur' d  with  their  tongue. 
 
 3  Now  they  believe  his  word, 
 
 While  rocks  with  rivers  flow; 
 Now  with  their  lufts  provoke  the  Lord* 
 And  he  redue'd  them  low. 
 
 4  Yet  when  they  mourn 'd  their  faults, 
 
 He  harken'd  to  their  groans, 
 Brought  his  own  covenant  10  his  thoughts? 
 And  call'd  them  Hill  his  ions. 
 
 5  Their  names  were  in  his  book, 
 
 He  fav'd  them  from  tneir  foes  : 
 Oft  he  chaftis'a,  but  ne'er  forfook 
 The  people  whom  he  chofe. 
 
 6  Let  Ifr'el  blefs  the  Lord, 
 
 Who  lov'd  their  ancient  race;. 
 
202  PSALM    CVII. 
 
 And  chriftians  join  the  folemn  word, 
 Amen,  to  all  the  praife. 
 
 Psalm    CVII.    ill  Part.   Long  Metre. 
 
 Jfrael  led  to  Canaan,   and  Chrijlians  to  Heaven. 
 
 1    /~*  IVE  thanks  to  God,  he  reigns  above  : 
 VJT  Kind  are  his  thoughts,  his  name  is  love  : 
 His  mercy,  ages  pad  have  known> 
 And  ages  long  to  come  fhall  own. 
 
 2,  Let  the  redeemed  of  the  Lord 
 The  wonders  of  his  grace  record  ; 
 Ifr'el,  the  nation  whom  he  chofe, 
 And  reftu'd  from  their  mighty  foes. 
 
 3  [When  God's  almighty  arm  had  broke 
 Their  fetters,  and  th'  Egyptian  yoke, 
 They  trac'd  the  defart,  wand'ring  round 
 A  wild  and  folitary  ground. 
 
 4  There  they  could  find  no  leading  road. 
 Nor  city  for  a  fix'd  abode  ; 
 
 Nor  food,  nor  fountain,  to  afiuage 
 Their  burning  thirft,  or  hunger's  rage.] 
 
 5  In  their  diftrefs  to  God  they  cry'd  ; 
 God  was  their  Saviour  and  their  guide  ; 
 He  led  their  march  far  wund'ring  round  ; 
 'Twas  the  right  path  to  Canaan's  ground. 
 
 6  Thus  when  our  firft  releafe  we  gain 
 From  fin's  old  yoke,  and  latan's  chain, 
 We  have  this  defart  world  to  pafs, 
 
 A  dang'rous  and  a  tirefome  place. 
 
 7  He  feeds  and  clothes  us  all  the  way ; 
 He  guides  our  footfteps,  left  we  ftray  ; 
 He  guards  us  with  a  pow'rtul  hand, 
 And  brings  us  to  the  heav'nly  land. 
 
 O  let  the  faints  with  joy  record 
 The  truth  and  goodnefs  of  the  Lord  ! 
 How  great  his  works  !  how  kind  his  ways  ! 
 Let  ev'ry  tongue  pronounce  his  praife. 
 
PSALM  CVlh  203 
 
 huM  CVII.    2d  Part.   Long  Metre. 
 
 CorreBion  for  Sin,  and  Releafe  by .  Prayer. 
 1    T7ROM  age  to  age  exalt  his  name  ; 
 X.     God  and  his  grace  are  ftill  the  fame  : 
 He  fills  the  hungry  foul  with  food, 
 And  feeds  the  poor  with  ev'ry  good. 
 
 %  But  if  their  hearts  rebel  and  rife 
 
 Againft  the  God  who  rules  the  Ikies ;  f: 
 
 if  they  reje&  his  heav'nly  word. 
 And  flight  the  counfels  of  the  Lord  ; 
 
 3  He'll  bring  their  fpirits  to  the  ground* 
 And  no  deliv'rer  {hall  be  found  : 
 Laden  with  grief,  they  wafte  their  breath 
 In  darknefs,  and  the  (hades  of  death. 
 
 4  Then  to  the  Lord  they  raife  their  cries* 
 He  makes  the  dawning  light  arife, 
 And  fcatters  all  the  difmal  lhade 
 Which  hung  fo  heavy  round  their  head. 
 
 5  He  cuts  the  bars  of  brafs  in  two, 
 
 And  lets  the  fmiling  prifoners  through  ; 
 Takes  off  the  load  of  guilt  and  grief, 
 And  gives  the  lab 'ring  foul  relief. 
 
 6  O  may  the  fons  of  men  record 
 
 The  wond'rous  goodnefs  of  the  Lord  ! 
 How  great  his  works  !  how  kind  his  ways  ! 
 Let  ev'ry  tongue  pronounce  his  praife. 
 
 Psalm  CVII.    3d  Part.    Long  Metre. 
 
 Intemperance  punijhed  and  pardoned ;     or,  a  Pfalm 
 
 for  the  Glutton  and  the  Drunkard. 
 1  T  TAIN  man,  on  foolith  pleafuies  bent, 
 V     Prepares  for  his  own  punilhment ; 
 What  pains,  what  loathfome  maladies, 
 From  luxury  and  lull  arife  ! 
 
 a  The  drunkard  feels  his  vitals  wafte; 
 Yet  drowns  his  health  to  pleafs-  his  tafte ; 
 Till  ail  his  aitive  pow'rs  are  loft, 
 And  fainting  life  draws  near  the  daft. 
 
.204  PSALM   CVII. 
 
 3  The  glutton  groans,  and  loathes  to  C2t, 
 His  foul  abhors  delicious  meat  ; 
 Nature  with  heavy  loads  op  pied, 
 Would  yield  to  death  to  be  releas'd. 
 
 4  Then  how  the  frighted  fi oners  fly 
 To  God  for  help,  with    earneft  cry  ! 
 
 He  hears  their  groans,  prolongs  their  breath, 
 And  laves  them  from  approaching  death. 
 
 5  No  med'eine  could  efre&  the  cure 
 So  quick,  fo  eal'y,  or  fo  fure  : 
 The  deadly  fentence  God  repeals, 
 
 He  fends  his  fov 'reign  word  and  heals. 
 
 6  O  may  the  fons  of  men  record 
 
 The  wond'rouG  goodnefs  of  the  Lord, 
 And  let  their  thankful  off  'rings  prove 
 How  they  adore  their  Maker's  love. 
 
 Psalm  CVII.    4th  Part.    Long  Metre. 
 
 Deliverance  from  Storms  and  Shipwreck  ;     ory   The 
 Seaman's  Sc/rg. 
 
 1  T  T  TOULl)  you  behold  the  works  of  God, 
 V  V     His  wonders  in  the  world  abroad, 
 Go  with  the  mariners  and  trace 
 The  unknown  regions  of  the  leas. 
 
 2.  They  leave  their  native  fnores  behind, 
 And  feize  the  favor  or"  the  wind  ; 
 Till  God  commands,  and  tempefts  rife, 
 Which  heave  the  ocean  to  rhe  Ikies. 
 
 3  Now  to  the  heav'ns  they  mount  amain  ; 
 Now  fink  to  dreadful  deeps  again ; 
 What  ftrange  affrights  young  faiiors  feel, 
 And  like  a  ftagg'ring  drunkard  reel ! 
 
 4  When  land  is  far,  and  death  i*  nigh, 
 Loft  to  all  hope,  to  God  they  cry  : 
 His  mercy  hears  their  loud  addrefs, 
 And  fends  falvation  in  diftr-efs. 
 
PS  A  I  M  CVIL  205 
 
 5  He  bids  the  winds  their  wrath  aiTuage, 
 The  furious  waves  forget  their  rage  ; 
 5Tis  calm-;  and  faiiors  fmile  to  fee 
 The  haven  where  they  wilh/d  to  be. 
 
 *3  O  may  the  Ions  of  men  record 
 
 The  wond'rous  goodnefs  of  the  Lord  \ 
 Let  them  their  private  off' rings  bring, 
 And  .in  the  church  his  glory  fing. 
 
 Psalm   CVil.    4th  Part.    Com,  Mcu 
 
 "The  Mariner's  P/alm. 
 1  rPH¥  works  of  glory,  mighty  Lord* 
 X       Thy  wonders  in  the  deeps, 
 The  fons  of  courage  fhall  record, 
 Where  rolling  ocean  fieeps. 
 
 ■z  At  thy  command,  the  winds  arife, 
 And  fw ell  the  tow'ring  waves'; 
 The  men,  aftonifh'd,  mount  the  fkies, 
 And. fink  in  gaping  graves. 
 
 3  [Again  they  climb  the  wat'ry  hills, 
 
 And  plunge  in  deeps  again  : 
 Each,  like  a  tott'ring  drunkard,   reels* 
 And  finds  his  courage  vain. 
 
 4  Frighted  to  hear  the  ternpeft  roar, 
 
 They  pant,   with 'fiutt: ring  breath  j 
 And,  hopelefs  of  the  diftant  ihore, 
 Expect  immed'ate  death.] 
 
 5  Then  to  the  Lord  they  raife  their  cries ; 
 
 He  hears  the  loud  requeft ; 
 And  orders  filence  through  the  fkie?, 
 And  lays  the  floods  to  reft. 
 
 €  Sailors  rejoice  to  lofe  their  fears, 
 And  fee  the  ftorm  allay'd  : 
 Now  to  their  eyes  the*  port  appears. 
 There  iet  their  vows  be  paid. 
 
 7  'Tis  God  who  brings  them  fafe  to  land  5 
 Let  ftupid  mortals  know 
 S 
 
2o6  PSALM    CVll. 
 
 That  waves  are  under  his  command 
 And  all  the  winds  which  blow. 
 
 8  O  that  the  fons  of  men  would  praife 
 The  goodnefs  of  the  Lord  ! 
 And  thole  who  lee  thy  wond'rous  ways 
 Thy  wond'rous  love  record  I 
 
 Psalm  CVll.     5th  Part.  Long  Metre. 
 
 Colonies  planted ;    or,   Nations  blfji  and  punijhed. 
 
 A  Pfalm  for  New- England, 
 t  TI7HEN  God,  provok'd  with  daring  crimes,. 
 V  V     Scourges  the  madnefs  of  the  times» 
 He  turns  their  fields  to  barren  fand» 
 And  dries  the  rivers  from  the  land. 
 
 z  His  word  can  raife  the  fprings  again, 
 And  make  the  withcr'd  mountains  green  ; 
 Send  fhow'ry  bleffings  from  the  fkics, 
 And  harvefts  in  the  defarts  rile. 
 
 3  [Where  nothing  dwelt,  but  beafts  of  preyr 
 Or  men  as  fierce  and  wild  as  they. 
 
 He  bids  th'  oppreft  and  poor  repair, 
 And  build  them  towns  and  cities  there. 
 
 4  They  fow  the  fields,  and  trees  they  plan?» 
 Whofe  yearly  fruit  fupplies  their  want  : 
 Their  race  grows  up  from  fruitful  ftocks, 
 Their  wealth  increafes  with  their  flocks. 
 
 5  Thus  they  are  bleft  ;  but  if  they  fin, 
 He  lets  the  heathen  nations  in  ; 
 
 A  lavage  crew  invades  their  lands, 
 Their  children  die  by  barb'rous  hands.- 
 
 6  Their  captive  fons,  expos'd  to  fcorn, 
 Wander,  unpity'd  and  forlorn  : 
 The  country  lies  unfene'd,  untiil'd, 
 And  deiblation  fpreads  the  field. 
 
 7  Yet  if  the  humbled  nation  mourns, 
 Again  his  .dreadful  hand  he  turns  ; 
 
PSJLM  CIX.  207 
 
 •Again  he  makes  their  cities  thrive* 
 And  bids  their  dying  churches  live  3 
 
 3  The  right  '©us,  with  a  joyful  fenfe 
 Admire  the  works  of  providence  ; 
 And  tongues  of  athe'its  lhall  no  more 
 Blafpheme  the  God  whom  faints  adore. 
 
 9  How  few  with  pious  care  record 
 The  wond'rous  dealings  of  the  Lordi 
 But  wife  observers  ftiil  (hall  find 
 The  Lord  is  holy,  juit  and  kind. 
 
 Psalm    CIX.    Corn.  Metre. 
 
 Lov€  to  Enemies,  front  the  Example  of  Ckrij}. 
 j    'jr>  OD  of  my  mercy  asd  my  praife, 
 VJT     Thy  glory  is  my  long  ; 
 Tho'  Aimers  fpeak  againit  thy  grace 
 With  a  biafpheming  tongue. 
 
 2     When  in  the  form  of  mortal  man 
 Thy  Son  on  earth  was  foundj 
 With  cruel  (landers,  falle  and  vain> 
 They  compafs'd  him  around. 
 
 3  Their  mif 'ries  his  companion  move  ; 
 
 Their  peace  he  ftill  purl'u'd  ; 
 They  render  hatred  for  his  iove, 
 And  evil  for  his  good. 
 
 4  Their  maiice  rag'd,  without  a  caufe; 
 
 He,  with  his  dying  breath, 
 Pray'd  for  his  murd'rers  on  the  crofss 
 And  bleft  his  fees  in  death. 
 
 5  Lord,  fnall  thy  bright  example  mine 
 
 In  vain,  before  my  eyes  ? 
 Give  me  a  foul  a-kin  to  thine, 
 To  love  my  enemies  ! 
 
 6  The  Lord  fnall  on  my  fide  engagd 
 
 And  in  my  Saviour's  name 
 I  lhall  defeat  their  pride  and  rage 
 Who  ilander  aijd  condemn. 
 
-2Q&,  P  S  A  L  M.  CX. 
 
 Psalm    CX.     ift  Part.    Long  Metrci 
 
 CbrlJ}  exalted,  and  Multitudes  converted ;  or,   The 
 Sue  erf s  of  the  Goffrcl. 
 
 3   r"P*}US  the  eternal   Father  fpake 
 
 ii     To  Chrift  the  Son  ;  *<  Afcend  and  fit 
 "  At  my  right-hand,  'till  I  (hall  make 
 «<  Thy  foes  fubmifiive  at  thy  feet. 
 
 2,  "  From  Zion  mall  thy  word  proceed, 
 *«  Thy.  word,  the  fceptre  m  thy  hand» 
 m  Shall  make  the  hearts  of  rebels  bleed, 
 "  And  bow  their  wills  to  thy  command. 
 
 3  «'  That  day  mall  fhew  thy  pow'r  is  great, 
 
 «<  When  faints  fhall  flock  with  willing  minds* 
 ««  And  finners  crow'dthy  temple-gate, 
 <«  Where  holinefs  in  bsauty  mines.  '** 
 
 4  0-bleffed  pow'r  !  O  glor'ous  day! 
 What  a  large  vicVry  mall  enfue  ! 
 And  converts,  who  thy  grace  obey, 
 Exceed  the  drops  of  mornings  dew  ! 
 
 Psalm  CX.  2.d  Part.    Lor^g  Metre. 
 
 The  Kingdom  and  Ptifftbocd  of  Cfrrijl. 
 
 j  '"T'^HUS  the  great  Lord  of  earth  and  fea 
 X     Spake  to  his  Son,  and  thus  he  ivyore  ; 
 "  Eternal  Jhall  thy  priefthcod  be, 
 ««  And  change  from  hand  to  hand  no  more. 
 
 2  "  Aaron  and  all  his  fons  mud  die.: 
 ««  But  everlafting  life  is  thine, 
 
 «<  To  lave  forever  thofe  who  fjy 
 
 *<  For  refuge,  from  the  wrrath  divine. 
 
 3  «'  By  me  Melchifedek  was  made 
 
 i»  On  earth  a  king  and  prieft  at  once ; 
 
 "  And  then,  my  heav'nly  FiicR.  malt  plea«  ^ 
 
 «'  And  thou,  my  King,  lhalt  rule  my  fons,1' 
 
 4  Jcfus  the  Prieft  afcends  his  throne, 
 While  counfels  of  eternal  flpac& 
 
fSALMQX.  209 
 
 Between  the  Father  and  the  Son, 
 Proceed  with  honor  and  l'uccefs 
 
 5  Through  the  whole  earth  his  reign  {hall  fpreii? 
 And  cr.ulh  the  pow*rs  which  dare  rebel  : 
 Then  lhall  he  judge  the  riling  dead, 
 
 And  lend  the  guilty  world  to  hell. 
 
 6  Tho'  while  he  treads  his  glor'ous  way, 
 He  drinks  the  cup  of  tears  and  blood* 
 The  furPrings  of  that  dreadrul  day 
 Shall  but  advance  him  near  to  God. 
 
 Psalm  CX.  Common  Metre. 
 ChruTs  Kingdom  and  Priejlhodi. 
 
 i     TESUS,  our  .Lord,  afeend  thy  throne* 
 ,J       And  near  thy'  Father  fit ; 
 In  Zicn  lhall  thy  pow"r  be  known* 
 And  make  thy  foes  fubmit. 
 
 a  What  wonders  lhall  thy  gofpel  do  t 
 Tny  converts  lhall  furpafs 
 The  num'rous  drops  oi  morning  devr,? 
 And  own  thy  fov'reiga  grace. 
 
 3  God  hath  pronounc'd  a  firm  decree, 
 
 Nor  changes  what  he  fWore  ; 
 ««  Eternal  lhall  thy  prkihhood  be, 
 "  When  Aaron  is  no  more. 
 
 4  *«  Melchifedek,  that  wond.'ro;is  prieft  ; 
 
 **  That  king  of  high  degree  ; 
 «  That  holy  man,  who  Abra'm  bleft, 
 •«  Was  but  a  type  of  thee." 
 
 5  }efus  our  Prieit  forever  lives 
 
 To  plead  for  us  above ; 
 Jefus  our  King  forever  gives 
 The  b;e(Tings  of  his  love. 
 
 $  God  (hail  exalt  his  glor'ous  head. 
 And  hi*  high  throne  maintain* 
 S  a 
 
WO,  P  S  A  L  M  €aI. 
 
 Shall  firikc  the  pow'rs  and  princes  dead 
 Who  dare  oppofc  his  reign. 
 
 PsA.LM.CXr.   ift  Rajrt.  Com.  Metre* 
 
 The  J f 'if dor:  cf God  in  his  Work*. 
 
 K  QONGS  of  immortal  praife  belong 
 O      To  my  almighty  Gcd ; 
 He  has-  my  heart,  and  he  my  tongue* 
 To  fp read  hi*  name  abroad. 
 
 2-  How  great  the  works  his  hands  has  wrought  • 
 How  glor'ous  in  our  fight  ! 
 Good  men  in  ev'ry  age  have  fought 
 His  wonders  with  delight. 
 
 3   How  mod  rxaft  is  nature's"  frame  ! 
 How  wife  th'  eternal  mind  ' 
 His  counfels  never  change  the  fchente 
 Wnich.his  firft  thoughts  dellgn'd. 
 
 4.  When  he  redecm-'d  Ids  chofen  fons, . 
 He  rix'd  his  cov'nant  fure  : 
 The  orders  which  his  lips  pronounce,. 
 To  endlefs  years  endure. 
 
 5  Nature  and  time,  and  earth  and  fkies? 
 
 Thy  heav'hiy  (kill  proclaim  : 
 W-hat  lhall  we  do  to  make  us  wffer 
 But  learn  to  read  thy  name  \ 
 
 6  To  fear  thy  pow'r,  to  trull  thy  grace? 
 
 Is  otir  divined  Ikill  ; 
 And  he's  the  wifeit  of  our  race 
 Who  heft  obeys  thy  will. 
 
 Psalm  CXI.   2d  Part.   Com.  Metre. 
 
 cfhc  Vrff&ions  cf  God. 
 
 1    ^O  KEATi  is  the  Lord  :  his  works  of  mi  " 
 VJX     Demand  our  iiobl^ft  fongs  : 
 ].r't  his  afiembled  faints  unite 
 Theh  harmony  of  u>". 
 
PSALM   CXII.  z±i 
 
 it  Great  is  the  mercy  of  the  LorcU 
 He-  gives  life  children  food  ; 
 Ann,  ever  mindful  of  his  word*  • 
 He  makes  his  promiie  good. 
 
 X  His  Son*,  the  great  Redeemer,  came. 
 To  feal  his  cpv'aant  fure  i 
 Holy  and  rev'rend  is  his  name, 
 His  ways  are  juft  and  pure. 
 
 4  Thofe  who  would  grow  divinely  wife? 
 Muii  with  his  fear  begin  ; 
 Our  faircft  proof  of  knowledge  lies 
 in  hating  ev'ry  fin>. 
 
 P  s  a  l  m   CXII.    Particular  Metre* 
 
 The  BleJJiags  cf  the  liberal  Man. 
 
 >-  r  I  ''HAT  man  is  bleft  who  ftands  in  awe. 
 X     Of  God,  and  loves  his  facred  law  ^ 
 
 His  feed  on  earth  fhail  be  renown'd ; 
 His  houfe  the  feat  of  wealth  fhail  be,. 
 An  inexhaufted  treafury, 
 
 And  with  fuccelLve. honors  crown'd. 
 
 i  His  lib'ral  favors  he  extends:  - 
 To  fome  he  gives,  to  others  lends : 
 
 A  gen'rous  pity  fills  his  mind  : 
 Yet  what. his  charity  impairs, 
 He  faves  by  prudence  in  aitairs, 
 
 And  thus  he's  juft  to  all  makind. 
 
 3  His  hands,  while  they  his  alms  beflow'd? 
 His  glory's  future  harveft.  fow.'d  : 
 
 The.  fweet  remembrance  of  the  juft, 
 Like  a  green  root  revives  and  bears 
 A  train  of  bleiiings  for  his- heirs, 
 
 Y/i:ea  dying  nature  &eeps  in  dull." 
 
 4  Befet. with  threat 'iiing  dangers  round,. 
 Unmov'd  lhalt  he  maintain  his  ground* 
 
 His  conference  holds  his  courage  up  -..- 
 Theieui  that';  riil'd  with  rartu£!s-4£gjB 
 
*i2  PSALM  CXII. 
 
 Shines  brighteft  in  affUilion's  night,  . 
 
 And  fees,  in  daiknefs,  beams  of  hops- 
 
 Pause 
 
 5  fill  tidings  never  can  furpnfe 
 
 The  heart  which  fix'd  on  God  relies  : 
 
 Tho'  waves  and  tempefts  roar  around* 
 Sdfe  on  the  rock  he  fits,  and  fees 
 The  ihip  wreck  of  his  enemies, 
 
 And  ali  their  hope  and  glory  drown'd. 
 
 5  The  wicked  fhall  his  triumph  fee, 
 And  gnaih  their  teeth  in  agony, 
 
 To  find  their  expectations  crcft  ; 
 They  and  their  er. .  y»  pride  and  fpite, 
 Pink  down  to  everlaftirig  night, 
 And  all  their  names  in  darknefs  loft ^ 
 
 Psalm    CXII.  Long  Mecre. 
 
 The  hltjfingi  of  the  Pious  and  Charitable. 
 
 i  r  I  VH R 1 C IL  happy  man  who  fears  the  Lord, 
 X     Love-,  his  commands,  and  trulls  his  word? 
 Honor  and  peace  his  days  attend* 
 And  bleflings  to  his  ieei  deicend. 
 
 9  Compaffion  '-wells  npon  his  mind, 
 To  works  or'  Inercy  tii  i  inclin'd  : 
 Me  lends  the  poor  iome  prelent  aid, 
 Or  gives  t  icm*  not  to  be  repaid 
 
 %  Whet)  times  g.  ow  dark,  and  tidings  fpread. 
 Which  fill  h»b  neighbors  round  with  dread. 
 His  heart  is  arm-'d  againft  the  iesr, 
 For  God>  with  all  his  pow'r,  is  there. 
 
 4  His  foul,   well  fix'd  upon  the  Lord, 
 Draws  henv'nly  courage  tiom  his  word;. 
 Ami  .ft  the  darknei's,  light  (hall  rife 
 To  cheer  tiis  hearti  and  blels  his  eyes. 
 
 e  Hw  hath  iifpcrs'd  his  a'.  id, 
 
 \li>  works  arc  ItiU  beioie  his  God  : 
 
PSALM  CXII,    GXIII.       at 
 
 His  name  on  earth  fhail  long  remain, 
 While  env'ous  finners  fret  in  vain. 
 
 Psalm  CXII.    Com.  Metre* 
 
 Liberality  rewarded. 
 
 i    YTAPPY  is  he  who  fears  the  Lorti, 
 JLjL      And  follows  his  commands  ; 
 Who  lends  the  poor,  without  veward*- 
 Or  gives  with  lib'ral  hands. 
 
 Se  As  pity  dwells  within  his  breaft 
 To  all  the  fons  of  need  ; 
 So  God  fhall  anfwer  his  requeft. 
 With  bleflings  on  his  feed. 
 
 3:  No  evil  tidings  fhall  furprife 
 His  well  eftabliih'd  mind  ; 
 His  foul  to  God,  his  refuge,  flies? 
 And  leaves  his  fears  behind. 
 
 4.  Tn  times  of  general' diftrefs 
 
 Some  beams  of  light  fhall  fhine, 
 To  fhew  the  world  his  righteoufaefs*- 
 And  give  him  peace  divine* 
 
 5   His  works  of  piety  and  love 
 Remain  before  the  Lord  ; 
 Honor  on  earth,  and  joys  above? 
 Shalt  be  his  fure  reward. 
 
 Psalm    CXIII.     Particular  Metres 
 
 The  Majcjiy  and  Ccndufcenjicn  of  God: 
 1  \fE  who  delight  to  ferve  the  Lord, 
 A     The  honors  of  his  name  record} 
 
 His  facred  name  forever  blefs  : 
 Where  e'er  the  circling  fun  difplays 
 His  riling  beams>,or  letting  rays, 
 
 Let  larrds  and- leas  his  pow'r  confefs. 
 
 2-  Not  time  nor  nature's  narrow  rounds 
 Can  give  his  vaft  dominion  bounds  ; 
 Toe  heav'ns  are  far  below  his  height  ; 
 
 >, 
 
a  14  PSALM   CXIII. 
 
 Let  no  created  greatnefs  dare 
 With  our  eternal  God  compat*, 
 Arm'd  with  his  uncreated  might. 
 
 3  He  bows  his  glor'ous  head  to  view 
 What  the  bright  hofts  of  angels  do, 
 
 And  bends  his  care  to  mortal  things  : 
 His  iov'reign  hand  exalts  the  poor  ; 
 He  takes  the  needy  from  the  door, 
 
 And  makes  them  company  tor  kings. 
 
 4  When  childlefs  families  defpair, 
 He  lends  the  bleliin£  or  an  heir, 
 
 To  relcue  their  expiring  name  ; 
 The  mother,  with  a  tkmkiul  voice» 
 Proclaims  his  praifes  and  her  joys  \ 
 
 Let  ev'ry  age  advance  his  fame. 
 
 Psalm    CXIII.    Long  Metre. 
 
 Gcd  foi'tnign  and  gracious. 
 
 2  \7E  fervants  ol'th'  almighty   King, 
 
 X     In  ev'iy  age  his  pra*iles  ling  : 
 
 Where  e'er  the  fun  lhall  rile  or  ittt 
 
 The  nations  lhall  his  prail'e  repeat. 
 
 a  Above  the  earth,  beyond  the  iky, 
 Stands  his  high  throne  of  ma  jetty  ; 
 Nor  time  nor  place  his  pow'r  ieltruin» 
 Nor  bound  his  universal  reign. 
 
 j  Which  of  the  fons  of  Adam  dare, 
 Or  angels,  with  their  God  compare? 
 His  glories,  how  diviue'y  bright, 
 Wno  dwells  in  uncreated  light  ! 
 
 4  Bi-hold  his  love;  he  ftoops  to  view 
 What  faints  above  and  angels  do  ; 
 And  condelcenus  yet  more  to  know 
 Tiie  mean  arlairs  of  men  below. 
 
 5  From  dufl  and  cottages  obfeure, 
 His  grace  exuiu  ihe  numbie  poor; 
 
PSALM   CXIV.  2i£ 
 
 Gives  them  the  honor  of  hie  fons, 
 And  fits  them  for  his  hfeav*nly  thrones. 
 
 6  [A  word  of  his  creating  voice 
 
 Can  make  the  barren  houfe  rejoice  : 
 Tho'  Sarah's  ninety  years  were  paft, 
 The  promis'd  feed  is  born  at  lait. 
 
 *r  With  joy  the  mother  views  her  fon, 
 And  tells  the  wonders  God  has  dose: 
 Faith  may  grow  ftrong  when  fenfe  defpairs*; 
 If  nature  fails,  the  promife  bears.  J 
 
 Psal  m  CXIV.    Long  Metre. 
 
 Miracles  atte/iding  IfraePs  jfjurnfy. 
 
 »   TI  THEN"  Ifr'el.    freed  from  Pharaoh's  han£; 
 VV     Left  the  proud  tyrant  and  his  land» 
 The  tribes  with  cheerful  homage  own 
 Their  King  ;  and  Judah  was  his  throne. 
 
 %  Acrofs  the  deep  their  journey  lay  ; 
 The  deep  divides  to  make  them  way  ; 
 Jordan  beheld  their  march,  and- tied 
 With  backward  current  to  his  head. 
 
 3  The  mountains  (hook  'ike  frighted  (heep ; 
 Like  lambs  the  little  hillocks  leap  ; 
 
 Not  Sinai  on  her  bafe  could  ftand* 
 Confcious  of  fov'reign  pow'r  at  hand. 
 
 4  What  pow'r  could  make  the  deep  divide? 
 Make  Jordan  backward  roll  his  tide  ? 
 Why  did  ye  leap,  ye  little  hills  ? 
 
 And  whence  the  fright  which  Sinai  feels  ? 
 
 5  Let  ev'ry  mountain,  ev'ry  flood, 
 F-etirs,  and  kn/nv  th'  approaching  Gods 
 The  King  of  Ifr'el !  fee  him  here  ! 
 Tremble  thou  earth,  adore  and  fear •'. 
 
 6  He  thunders,  and  all  nature  mourns  ; 
 The  rock  to  (landing  pools  he  turns  ; 
 Flints  fpring  with  fountains  at  his  word's 
 And  fires  and  feas  confefs  the  Lord. 
 
2J6  PSALM   CXV. 
 
 P  s  a  l  m  'CXV.    Long  Metre. 
 
 'The  true  God  our  RcJ"//g?  ;   ory    Idolatry  rrht'.jtd, 
 
 I    "VJOT  to  ourfelves,  who  are  but  dui*, 
 L\    Not  to  ourfelves  is  glory  due  ; 
 Eternal  Cod  !  thou  only  juft  ; 
 Thou  only  gracious  wife  and  true. 
 
 a  Shine  forth  in  all  thy  dreadful  name  : 
 Why  ihould  a  heathen's  haughty  tongue 
 Infult  us,  and  to  raile  our  lhuine, 
 Say,    Where's  the  God you've ferv' d  Jo  Ipng  ? 
 
 3  The  God  we  ferve,  maintains  his  throne 
 Above  the  clouds,  beyond  the  flues  ; 
 Through  all  the  earth  his  will  is  dene, 
 lie  knows  our  groans,  he  hears  our  cries, 
 
 4  But  the  vain  idols  they  adore 
 
 Are  fenfelefs  lhapes  ui  ftone  and  wood  i 
 At  bell,  a  mafs  of  glitt'ring  eye, 
 A  filver  faint,  or  golden  God  ! 
 
 5  [With  eyes  and  ears  they  carve  their  head  ; 
 I)eaf  are  their  ears,   their  eyes  are  blifid> 
 In  vain  are  coftly  offerings  made, 
 
 And  vows  are  fcatter'd  in  the  wind. 
 
 6  Their  feet  were  never  made  to  move, 
 Nor  hands  to  fave,  when  mortals  pra>  : 
 Mortals  who  pay  them  fear  or  love, 
 Seem  to  be  blind  and  deaf  as  they.] 
 
 7  O  Ifr'el,  make  the  Lord  thy  hope, 
 Thy  help*  thy  refuge,  and  thy  reft  , 
 The  Lord  ihali  buiid  thy  ruins  up. 
 And  blefs  the  people  and  the  priejt. 
 
 8  The  dead  no  more  can  fpeak  thy  jpraife ; 
 They  dwell  in  lilence  in  the  grave  ; 
 But  we  (hall  live  to  ling  thy  grace, 
 And  tsll  the  world  thy  pow'r  to  fave. 
 
PSALM  CXV.  217 
 
 Psal  u  CXV.     Particular  Metre. 
 
 Popijh  Idolatry  reproved. 
 1   \TOT  to  our  names,  thou  only  juft  and  tr«e> 
 1\    Not  to  our  worthlefs  names  is  glory  due : 
 Thy  pow'r  and  grace,  thy  truth  and  jnftice  claim 
 Immortal  honors  to  thy  fov'reign  name. 
 Shine  thro'  the  earth  from  heav'n  thy  bleft  abo.de, 
 Nor  let  the  heathen  fay,  And  there's  your  God? 
 
 1  Heav'n  is  thine  higher  court ;    there  fiands  thy 
 
 [throne ; 
 And  thro'  the  lower  worlds  thy  will  is  done  ; 
 Our  God  fram'd  all  this  earth,  thefe  heav'ns  be 
 
 ■  [fpreaci, 
 ■  But  fooTs  adore  the  gods  their  hands  have  made; 
 The  kneeling  crow'di  with  looks  devout,  behold 
 Their  filver  faviors,  and  their  faints  ot  gold. 
 
 3  [Vain  are  thofe  artful  ihapes  of  eyes  and  ears ; 
 The  moulten  innage  neither  fees  nor  hears; 
 Their  hands  are  helplefs,  nor  their  feet  can  move  ; 
 They  have  no  fpeech,  nor  thought,  her  pow'r,  rtcr 
 
 [love; 
 Yet  foolifh  mortals  make  their  long  complaints 
 T®  their  deaf  idols,  and  their  movelefs  faints. 
 
 4  The  rich  have  ftatues  well  adorn'd  with  gold, 
 The  poor  content' with  gods  of  coarfer  mould  ; 
 With  tools  of  iron  carve  the  fenfelefs  flock, 
 Lopp'd  from  a  tree,  or  broken  from  a  rock  : 
 People  and  prieft  drive  on  the  foiemn  trade, 
 And  truft  the  gods  that  faws  and  hammers  made.  ] 
 
 5  Be  heav'n  and  earth  amaz'd  !  'tis  hard  to  fay, 
 Which  is  more  ftupid,  or  their  gods,  or  they  : 
 O  ll'r'el,  truft  the  Lord  !  he  heafs  and  fees  ; 
 He  knows  thy  forrows,  and  reflores  thy  .peace  : 
 His  worfhip  does  a  thoufand  comforts  yield  ; 
 He  is  thine  help,  and  he  thine  heav'nly  fhield. 
 
 <)  Columb'a,  truft  the  Lord  ;  thy  foes  in  vain 
 Attempt  thy  ruin,  and  enforce  their  reign  - 
 T 
 
21$  PSALM   CXVI. 
 
 Kid  they  prevailM,  darknefshad  clos'd  our  days, 
 And  death  and  filence  had  forbid  his  praife  : 
 But  we  are  fav'd,  and  live  ;  let  fongs  arife, 
 Columb'a  biefs  the  God  who  built  the  Ikies. 
 
 Psalm    CXVI.    i  ft  Part.    Com.  Metre. 
 
 Recovery  from  Sicknefs. 
 
 1  T  LOVE  the  Lord  ;  he  heard  my  cries* 
 A      And  pity'd  ev'ry  groan  : 
 
 Long  as  I  live,  when  troubles  rife 
 I'll  haften  to  his  throne. 
 
 2  I  love  the  Lord  :  he  bow'd  his  ear, 
 
 And  chas'd  my  griefs  away  : 
 O  let  my  heart  no  more  defpair, 
 While  I  have  breath  to  pray  ! 
 
 3  My  flefh  declin'd,  my  fpirits  fell, 
 
 And  I  drew  near  the  dead  ; 
 While  inward  pangs  and  fears  of  hell 
 Perplex' d  my  wakeful  head. 
 
 4  "  My  God,  I  cry'd,  thy  fervant  fave, 
 
 "  Thou  ever  good  and  juft  ; 
 «  Thy  pow'r  can  refcue  from  the  grave, 
 "  Thy  pow'r  is  all  my  truft." 
 
 5  The  Lord  beheld  me  fore  diftreft  ; 
 
 He  bid  my  pains  remove  : 
 Return,  my  foul,  to  God  thy  reft, 
 For  thou  halt  known  his  love. 
 
 6  My  God  hath  fav'd  my  foul  from  death, 
 
 And  dry'd  my  falling  tears  : 
 Now  to  his  praife  I'll  lpend  my  breath, 
 And  my  remaining  years. 
 
 Psalm  CXVI.    2d  Part.    Com   Metre. 
 
 Pews,  made  in  Trouble,  paid  in  the  Church  ;  or,  Fi*h- 
 
 lic  Thanks  for  Private  Deliver  ante. 
 X  TT  THAT  frail  I  render  to  my  God 
 VV       For  all  his  kindnefs  ihown  ? 
 My  feet  (hall  vifit  thine  ab 
 My  fengs  addrefs  thy  throne. 
 
PSALM   CXV1I.  zig 
 
 1  Among  the  faints  who  fill  thine  houfe 
 My  oft' rings  ihall  be  paid  ; 
 There  Ihall  my  zeal  perform  the  vows 
 My  foul  in  anguhh  made. 
 
 3  How  much  is  mercy  thy  delight, 
 
 Thou  ever  bleiTed  God  ! 
 How  dear  thy  fervants  in  thy  fight  !     ♦  . » 
 
 How  precious  is  their  blood  •' 
 
 4  How  happy  all  thy  fervants  are  ! 
 
 How  great  thy  grace  to  me  ! 
 My  life,  which  thou  haft  made  thy  care? 
 Lord,  1  devote  to  thee. 
 
 5  Now  I  am  thine,  forever  thine, 
 
 Nor  (hall  my  purpofe  move ; 
 Thy  hand  hath  loos'd  my  bonds  of  pain3 
 And  bound  me  with  thy  love. 
 
 8  Here  in  thy  courts  I  leave  my  vow, 
 And  thy  rich  grace  record  ; 
 Witnefs,  ye  faints,  who  hear  me  now, 
 If  I  for  fake  the  Lord- 
 
 Psalm  "C-XVII.    Common  Metre* 
 
 Fraife  to  God  from  all  Nations, 
 ALL  ye  nations,  praife  the  Lord* 
 Each  with  a  different  tongue; 
 J  a  ev'ry  language  learn  his  word, 
 And  let  his  name  be  fung. 
 
 z  His  mercy  reigns  through  ev'ry  land; 
 Proclaim  his  grace  abroad  ; 
 Forever  firm  his  truth  ihall  ftand  5 
 Praife  ye  the  faithful  God. 
 
 P  s  a  l  m  CXVII.    Long  Metre* 
 
 3   T^ROM  ail  who  dwell  below  the  flues, 
 JL    Let  the  Creator's  praife  arife  ; 
 Let  the  Redeemer's  name  be  fung 
 Through  ev'ry  land,  b,y  ev'ry  tongue. 
 
220    PSALM '  CXVII,    CXVIIL 
 
 a  Eternal  are  thy  mercies,  Lord  ; 
 Eternal  truth  attends  thy  word  ; 
 Thy  praife  fhall  found  from  ihore  to  fhore, 
 Tiji  funs  lhall  rife  and  fet  no  more. 
 
 Psalm  CXVII.    Short  Metre. 
 
 ]  r"T'Hy  name,  almighty  Lord, 
 
 JL       Shall  found  through  diftant  lands  ; 
 Great  is  thy  grate,  and  iure  thy  word  ; 
 Thy  truth  forever  ftands. 
 
 a  Far  be  thine  honor  fpread* 
 
 And  long  thy  prail'e  endure; 
 Till  morning  light  and  ev'ning  made 
 Shall  be  exchang'd  no  more. 
 
 Psalm  C XVIII.    ift  Part.  Com.  Metre, 
 
 Deliverance  from  a  Tumult. 
 3  w  r^KE  Lord  appears  my  helper  now, 
 A.       Nor  is  my  faith  afraid 
 What  all  the  fons  of  earth  can  do> 
 Since  Keav'n  affords  its  aid. 
 
 %  'Tis  fafer,  Lord,  to  hope  in  thee, 
 And  have  my  Cod  my  friend, 
 Than  trull  in  men  of  high  degree, 
 And  on  their  truth  depend. 
 
 3  Like  bees,  my  foes  befet  me  round, 
 
 A  large  and  angry  fwarm  ; 
 But  I  lhall  all  their  rage  confound, 
 By  thine  almighty  aim. 
 
 4  'Tis  through  the  Lord  my  heart  is  ftrong, 
 
 In  him  my  lips  rejoice; 
 Winle  his  fdlvation  is  my  fong, 
 How  cheerful  is  my  voice  ! 
 
 5  Like  angry  bees  they  girt  me  round  : 
 
 When  God  appears,  they  fly  : 
 So  burning  thorns,  with  crackling  found, 
 Make  a  fierce  blaze,  and  die. 
 
PSALM    CXVIII.  221 
 
 6  Joy  to  the  faints  and  peace  belongs  ; 
 The  Lord  protects  their  ways  : 
 Let  Ifr'el  tune  immortal  fongs 
 To  his  almighty  grace. 
 
 Psalm  CXVIII.    2d  Part.    Com.  Metre. 
 
 Public  Praife  for  Deliverance  from  Death. 
 j    T    ORD,  thou  haft  heard  thy  fervant  cry, 
 1~j     And  refcu'd  from  the  grave  ; 
 Now  (hall  he  live  ;  (and  none  can  die, 
 If  God  refolve  to  fave.) 
 
 a  Thy  praife,  more  conftant  than  before, 
 Shall  fill  his  daily  breath  ; 
 Thy  hand,  which  hath  chaftis'd  him  fore, 
 Defends  him  ftill  from  death. 
 
 3  Open  the  gates  of  Zicn  now,  * 
 
 For  we  Ihall  worfhip  there  ; 
 The  houfe  where  all  the  righteous  go 
 Thy  mercy  to  declare. 
 
 4  Among  th'  affemblies  of  thy  faints, 
 
 Our  thankful  voice  we  raife  ; 
 There  we  have  told  thee  our  complaints* 
 And  there  we  fpeak  thy  praife* 
 
 P  3  a  l  m  CXVIII.  3d  Part.  Com.  Metre. 
 
 Chrijl  the  Foundation  of  the  Church. 
 EHOLD  the  lure  Foundation- Stone 
 Which  God  in  Zion  lays, 
 To  build  our  heav'nly  hopes  upon, 
 And  his  eternal  praife. 
 
 Chofen  of  God,   to  finners  dear, 
 
 And  faints  adore  his  name  , 
 They  truft  their  whole  falvation  here? 
 
 Nor  ihall  they  fufler  lhams. 
 
 The  fooiifh  builders,  feribs  and  prseftj 
 Reject  itiyvith  difdair. ; 
 
in  PSALM  CXVIII. 
 
 Yet  on  this  Rock  the  church  fhftll  reft, 
 And  envy  rage  in  vain. 
 
 4  What  tho'  the  gates  of  hell  withilood  ? 
 
 Yet  muft  this  building  rile  ; 
 »  'Tis  thine  own  work,  almighty  God, 
 And  wond'roas  in  our  eyes. 
 
 Psalm  CXVIII.  4thPart.  Com.  Metre. 
 
 I~  fann.i  ;  the  Lord's- Day  ;  or,  Ck-rift'i  Refurrr&itrt, 
 
 and  our  Salvation. 
 ?  rT>HI3  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made  j 
 -*-       He  calls  the  hours  his  own  ; 
 Let  hea-v'n  rejoice,  let  earth  be  glad. 
 And  praife  furround  thy  throne. 
 
 «  To  day  he  rofe  and  left  the  dead ; 
 And  fatan's  empire  fell ; 
 To  day  the  faints  his  triumph  fpread, 
 And  ail  his  wonders  tell. 
 
 1   Ilofanna  to  th'  anointed  King, 
 To  David's  holy  Son  : 
 Hdlp  us,  O  Lord  ;  defcend,  and  bring 
 Salvation  from  thy  throne. 
 
 4  Dieft  be  the  Lord,  who  comes  to  men 
 
 With  meflages  of  gra 
 Who  comes  in  God  his  Father's  name 
 To  fave  cur  finful  race. 
 
 5  Kcfar.na  in  the  highefi:  ftraiiis 
 
 The  church  en  earth  can  raile  : 
 The  higheft  heav'ns  in  which  he  reigns, 
 Shail  give  him  nobler  praife. 
 
 Psalm    CXVIII.    Short  Metre. 
 
 An  Hofannafor  the  LorJ'SfJjaji  ;     or,  A  nczv   Sjrg 
 of  Salvation  by  thrift  i 
 
 i    QEE  what  a  Living  Store 
 O     The  tuilderj  vJ:d  rc.'ufe  ! 
 
PSALM  CXVIII.  2Z3 
 
 Yet  God  hath  built  his  church  thereon* 
 In  fpite  of  env'ous  Jews. 
 
 i  The  fcribe  and  angry  prieft 
 Reject  thine  only  Son  : 
 Yet  on  this  Rock  ihali  Zion  reft 
 As  the  chief  corner-iione. 
 
 3  The  work,   O  Lord,  is  thine, 
 
 And  wond'rous  in  our  eyes  : 
 *This  day  declares  it  ail  divine,- 
 This  day  did  Jefus  rife  i 
 
 4  This  is  the  glor'ous  day 
 
 Which  our  Redeemer  made  ; 
 Let  us  rejoice,  and  ling,   and  pray  5 
 Let  all  the  church  be  glad. 
 
 z  Hofanna  to  the  King 
 
 Of  David's  royal  blood  ; ' 
 Bleis  him>  ye  faints,  he  comes  to  bring 
 Salvation  from  your  God. 
 
 6  We  blefs  thine  holy  word 
 
 Which  ail  this  grace  difplays  ; 
 And  offer  on  thine  altar,  Lord* 
 Our  facrifice  of  praife. 
 
 P  s  a  l  m  CXVIII.  Long  Metre. 
 
 An  Hfonna  fzr  the  Lord' s-Dxy  ;  or,  A  neiu  Sang 
 
 of  Salvation  by  Chrifi,  * 
 
 1    T    O,  what  a  glor'ous  corner-itone 
 
 1— t  The  Jewilh  builders  did  refufe  ! 
 
 Vat  God  hath  built  his  church  thereon, 
 
 In  fpite  of  envy  and  the  Jews. 
 
 2,  Great  God,  the  work  is  all  divine, 
 The  joy  and  wonder  of  our  eyes  ; 
 This  is  the  day  which  proves  it-  thine* 
 The  day  which  faw  our  Saviour  rife. 
 
 3   Sinners,  rejoice,  and  Saints  be  glad} 
 Kofanna,  let  his  i:a:^?  be  bidt ! 
 
224  PS  A  L  M   CXIX, 
 
 A  thou  fan  d  honors  on  his  head, 
 With  peace,  and  light,  and  glory  reft  f 
 
 4  In  God's  own  name  he  comes  to  bring 
 Salvation  to  our  djing  race  : 
 Let  the  whole  church  addrefs  their  King 
 With  hearts  of  joy,  and  ibngs  of  praife* 
 
 Psalm     CX1X. 
 
 [  /  have  collected  and  difpofed    the  mofi    uffful  -vt\fes 
 of  ibis  Pfalm  under  eighteen  different  heads,  and 
 formed  a  divine  fong  upon  each  of  them  ;    but  the 
 %/erfrS  are  too  much  tranfpofed,  to  attain  fome  de- 
 gree of  connexion. 
 
 I n  fome  places,  among  the  ivordt,  law,  commands* 
 judgments,  tefthnonies,  /  have  ufed  gofpel, 
 word,  grace,  truth,  promifes,  &c.  as  wore  a- 
 greeable  to  the  Neiv-Tefament,  and  the  common 
 tanguage  of  chrijiians  :  and  it  equally  anfivers  the 
 d'jign  of  the  Pfulmiji,  ivhich  xvas,  to  recommend 
 the  holy  fcripfures.'] 
 
 P  s  a  l  m    CXIX.     ill  Part.    Com.  Metre. 
 
 Blejftdnefs  of  the  Saintst  and  the  Mifery  of  Sinners*-  . 
 
 Ver.     i,  a,  j. 
 i  T3  LEST  are  the  undenTd  in  heart, 
 -ID      Whole  ways  are  right  and  clean ; 
 Wfco  never  from  thy  law  depart, 
 But  fly  from  ev'ry  fin. 
 
 x  Kleft,  are  the  men  who  keep  thy  word*- 
 And  pradlife  thy  commands  ; 
 With  their  whole  heart  they  leek  the  Lord, 
 And  ferve  thee  with  their  hands. 
 Ver.    165. 
 3   Great  is  their  peace  who  love  thy  law  ; 
 How  firm  their  fouls  abide! 
 Nor  can  a  bold  temptation  draw 
 Their  ftcady  feet  aiide. 
 
PSALM   CXIX.  225 
 
 Ver.  6. 
 
 4  Then  fliall  my  heart  have  inward  joy> 
 
 And  keep  my  face  from  (hame, 
 When  all  thy  itatutes  I  ohey> 
 And  honor  all  thy  name. 
 Ver.  21,  118. 
 
 5  But  haughty  finners  God  will  hate» 
 
 The  proud  fhall  die  accuril ; 
 The  ions  of  fahhood  and  deceit 
 Are  trodden  to  the  duft. 
 
 Ver.  119,  155. 
 
 6  Vile  as  the  drofs  the  wicked  are  : 
 
 And  thofe  who  leave  thy  ways 
 Shall  fee  falvation  from  afar, 
 But  nevet  tafte  thy  grace. 
 
 Psalm   CXIX.    2d  Part.    Com.  Metre, 
 
 Secret  Devotions  and  Spiritual  Meditation*  ;  or  c&7t** 
 Jiant  Converfe  luitb  God. 
 
 Ver.  147,  55. 
 1  f  f  ^O  thee,  before  the  dawning  lights 
 A       My  gracious  God,  I  pray  j 
 1  meditate  thy  name  by  night,  ^ 
 
 And  keep  thy  law  by  day. 
 Ver.     ill 
 %  My  fpirit  faints  to  fee  thy  grace ; 
 Thy  promife  bears  me  up  ! 
 And  while  falvation  long  delays, 
 Thy  word  fupports  my  hope. 
 Ver.   164. 
 
 3  Sev'n  times  a  day  I"  lift  my  hands3 
 
 And  pay  my  thanks  to  thee  ; 
 Thy  righteous  providence  demands 
 .Repeated  praife  from  me. 
 Ver.    6*. 
 
 4  When  midnight  darknefs  veils  the  fkieW 
 
 I  call  thy  works  to  mind ; 
 My  thoughts  in  warm  devotion  rife, 
 And  fweet  acceptance  find. 
 
226  PSALM   CXIX. 
 
 Psalm    CXIX.    3d  Part.  Com.  Metre, 
 
 ProfrJ/ions  of  Sincerity*   Repentance   and   Obedience* 
 
 Ver.  57»  60. 
 1  rT",HOU  art  my  portion,  O  my  God  ; 
 X       Soon  as  I  know  thy  way, 
 My  heart  makes  hafte  t'  obey  thy  word} 
 And  fullers  no  delay. 
 
 Ver.  30,   14. 
 a  I  choofe  the  path  of  heav'nly  truth, 
 And  glory  in  my  choice : 
 Not  all  the  riches  of  the  earth 
 Could  make  me  fo  rejoice. 
 
 3   The  teftimonies  of  thy  grace 
 I  fet  before  mine  eyes; 
 Thence  I  derive  my  daily  ftrength, 
 And  there  my  comfort  lies. 
 Ver.   59. 
 4' If  once  I  wander  from  thy  paths, 
 I  think  upon  my  ways  ; 
 Then  turn  my  feet  to  thy  commands, 
 And  truft  thy  pard'ning  grace. 
 Ver.  94,   114. 
 
 5  fJoiv  I  am  thine,  forever  thine ; 
 
 O  fave  thy  fervant,  Lord  ! 
 Thou  art  my  ihield,  my  hiding-place ; 
 My  hope  is  in  thy  word. 
 Ver.    1  it. 
 
 6  Thou  hall  inclin'd  this  heart  of  mine 
 
 Thy  ltatutes  to  fulfil  ; 
 And  thus,  till  mortal  life  fhall  end, 
 Would  I  perform  thy  will. 
 
 Psalm    CXIX.  4th  Part.  Com.  Metre. 
 
 Injirutlion  from  Scripture. 
 Ver.   9. 
 1    TJfOW  fhall  the  young  lecure  their  hearts, 
 ill     And  guard  their  lives  from  fin  1 
 Thy  word  the  choiceft  rules  imparts 
 l'o  keep  the  conference  clean. 
 
PSALM   CXIX.  22; 
 
 Ver.   130. 
 a  When  once  it  enters  to  the  nynd, 
 It  fpreads  fuch  light  abroad, 
 The  meaneft  fouls  inftruction  find, 
 And  raife  their  thoughts  to  God. 
 Ver.    ioc. 
 
 3  'Tis  like  the  fun,  a  heav'nly  light, 
 
 Which  guides  us  all  the  day  ; 
 And  through  the  dangers  of  the  night, 
 A  lamp  to  lead  our  way. 
 
 Ver.  99,  ico. 
 
 4  The  men  who  keep  thy  law  with  carcf 
 
 And  meditate  thy  word, 
 Grow  wifer  than  their  teachers  are? 
 And  better  know  the  Lord. 
 Ver.   104,   iij. 
 
 5  Thy  precepts  make  me  truly  wife  : 
 
 I  hate  the  tinner's  road  : 
 I  hate  mine  own  vain  thoughts  which  rife* 
 But  iove  thy  law,  my  God. 
 
 Ver.  895  90,  91. 
 
 6  [The  ftarry  heav'ns  thy  rule  obey  ; 
 
 The  earth  maintains  her  place  ; 
 And  thefe  thy  fervants.  night  and  day, 
 Thy  Ikiil  and  pow'r  exprefs. 
 
 7  But  ftill  thy  law  and  gofpel,  Lord, 
 
 Have  leifons  more  divine: 
 Not  earth  {lands  firmer  than  thy  wrord3 
 Nor  ilars  fo  nobly  ihine.] 
 
 Ver    160,   140,  9,   116. 
 
 8  Thy  word  is  everlafcing  truth ; 
 
 How  pure  is  ev'ry  page  ! 
 That  holy  book  (hall  guide  our  youth. 
 And  .well  fupport  our  age. 
 
 Psalm  CXIX.  5th  Part.    Com.  Met. 
 
 Delight  in  Scripture  >  or,  the  Word  of  God  dwelling 
 in  us. 
 Ver.  97. 
 1  ~(~\  HOW  I  love  thy  holy  law  ; 
 'Til  daily  my  delight  y 
 
n%  PSALM   CX1X. 
 
 And  thence  my  meditations  draw 
 Divine  advice  fcy  night. 
 
 Ver.  148. 
 
 2  My  waking  eyes  prevent  the  day, 
 
 To  meditate  thy  word  ; 
 My  foul»  with  longing,  melts  away 
 To  hear  thy  gofpel,  Lord. 
 
 Ver.  3,   13,  54. 
 
 3  How  doth  thy  word  my  heart  engage  ! 
 
 How  well  employ  my  tongue  ! 
 And  in  ray  tir-efome  pilgrimage 
 Yields  me  a  heav'nly  fe-sg. 
 Ver.    19,   103. 
 
 4  Am  I  a  ftranger,  or  at  home : 
 
 'Tis  my  perpet'al  teaft  ; 
 Not  honey  dropping  from  the  ccmb, 
 So  much  allures  the  tafte. 
 Ver.  72,  127. 
 
 5  No  treafures  fo  enrich  the  mind  \ 
 
 Nor  (hall  thy  word  be  fold 
 
 For  loads  of  filver  well  refin'd, 
 
 Nor  heaps  of  choiceft  gold. 
 
 Ver.  28,  49,   175- 
 $  When  nature  finks,  and  (pints  droop, 
 Thy  promifes  of  grace 
 Are  pillars,  to  fupport  my  hope, 
 And  there  I  write  thy  praile. 
 
 Psalm  CXIX.    6th  Part.    Coin.  Metre. 
 
 Hollnefs  and  Comfort  from  the  Word. 
 
 Ver.   128. 
 I    T    OPvD,  I  efteem  thy  judgments  righti 
 JLj     And  all  thy  ftatutes  juft  ; 
 
 Thence  I  maintain  a  constant  fight, 
 With  ev'ry  flatt'ring  luft. 
 Ver.  97,   9. 
 %  Thy  precepts  often  I  furvcy  : 
 I  keep  thy  law  in  fight, 
 Through  all  the  bus'nei's  of  the  day, 
 To  form  my  actions  right. 
 
V  S  AL  M   CXIX.  229 
 
 Ver.   62. 
 
 3  My  heart  in  midnight  iilence  cries, 
 
 "■  How  fweet  thy  comforts  be  !" 
 My  thoughts  in  holy  wonder  rife. 
 And  bring  their  thanks  to  thee. 
 Ver.   162. 
 
 4  And  when  my  fpirit  drinks  her  fill 
 
 -At  fome  good  word  of  thine, 
 Not  mighty  men  who  fhare  the  fpoil. 
 Have  joys  compar'd  to  mine. 
 
 Psalm  CXIX.  7th  Part.  Com.  Metre. 
 
 .Imperfection  of 'nature ■,  and perfeBion  offcrlptnr:* 
 Ver*  96.  Paraphrafed. 
 
 1    T    ET  all  the  heathen  writers  join 
 JL^     To  form>  one  perfeii  book  ; 
 Great  God,  if  once  compar'd  with  thine, 
 How  mean  their  writings  look  ! 
 
 £  Not  the  moil  perfect  rules  they  gave 
 
 Could  fhew  one  fin  forgiv'n  ; 
 
 Nor  lead  a  ftep  beyond  the  grave  ; 
 
 But  thine  conduct  to  heav'n. 
 
 3  I've  feen  an  end  of  What  we  call 
 
 Perfection  here  below  ; 
 How  ihort  the  pow'rs  of  nature  fall, 
 And  can  no  further  go  ! 
 
 4  Yet  men  would  fain  be  juft  with  God, 
 
 By  works  their  hands  have  wrought  5 
 But  thy  commands,  exceeding  broad, 
 Extend  to  ev'ry  thought. 
 
 5  In  vain  we  boail  perfection  here. 
 
 While  fin  defiles  our  frame  ; 
 And  finks  our  virtues  down  fo  far, 
 They  fcarce  deferve  the  name. 
 
 6  Our  faith,  and  love,  and  ev'ry  grace, 
 
 Fall  far  below  thy  word  ; 
 V 
 
230  PSALM    CXIX. 
 
 But  perfect  truth  and  Hght'oufnefs 
 Dwell  only  with  the  Lord. 
 
 Psalm  CXIX.  8th  Part.  Com.  Metre. 
 
 The  ivord  of  Gcd  is   the  faint's  portion  ;    or.,    1ht\ 
 excellency  and  variety  of  fcripture. 
 
 i   T    ORD,  I  have  made  thy  word  my  choice) 
 JL-i     My  lalting  heritage  ; 
 There  lhall  my  noblefl  pow'rs  rejoice, 
 My  warmeft  thoughts  engage. 
 
 a  I'll  read  the  hifl'ries  of  thy  love. 
 And  keep  thy  laws  in  fight  ; 
 While  through  thy  promiies  I  rove 
 With  ever-frefh  delight. 
 
 3  'Tis  a  broad  land  of  wealth  unknown, 
 
 Where  forings  of  life  arile  ; 
 Seeds  of  immortal  blifs  are  fown, 
 And  hidden  glory  lies. 
 
 4  The  belt  relief  which  mourners  have, 
 
 It  makes  our  forrows  bieft  ; 
 Our  faired  hope  beyond  the  grave, 
 And  our  eternal  reft. 
 
 Psalm  CXIX.  9th  Part.  Com.  Metre. 
 
 Dcjin  of  knowledge  ;   or,  The  teachings  of  the  Spirit 
 •with  the  ivord. 
 
 Ver.  64.  68.  18. 
 1  rT^HY  mercies  fill  the  earth,  O  Lord  ; 
 JL       How  goovl  thy  works  appear  ! 
 Open  mine  eyes  to  read  thy  word, 
 And  lee  thy  wonders  there. 
 Ver.  '73.    iaj, 
 2,  My  heart  was  falh'on'd  by  thine  hand* 
 My  fervitc  is  thy  due  ; 
 O  make  thy  fervant  uuderfland 
 The  duties  lie  muft  do  ! 
 
PSALM    CXIX.  231 
 
 Vcr.    19. 
 
 3  Since  I'm  a  flranger  here  below,    - 
 
 Let  not  thy  path  be  hid  ; 
 But  mark  the  road  my  feet  i"hould  go. 
 And  be  my  conftant  guide. 
 Ver.  26. 
 
 4  When  I  confefs'd  my  wand'ring  ways, 
 
 Thou  heard'ft.rny  ioul  complain  ; 
 Grant  me  the  teachings  of  thy  grace. 
 Or  I  mall  ftray  again. 
 
 v  cr-  jr  34* 
 
 5  If  God  to  me  his  ftatutes  Ihew, 
 
 And  heav'nly  truth  impart, 
 His  work  forever  I'll  purfue, 
 His  law  fliall  rule  my  heart. 
 Ver.  50.  71. 
 
 6  This  was  my  comfort,  when  I  bore 
 
 Variety  of  grief; 
 It  made  me  learn  thy  word  the  more. 
 And  tiy  to  that  relief. 
 
 Ver.   51. 
 •7  [In  vain  the  proud  deride  me  now  j 
 I'll  ne'er  forget  thy  law, 
 Nor  let  that  bieiied  gofpel  go, 
 Whence  ail  my  hopes  I  draw. 
 Ver.  27.  171. 
 8  When  I  have  learn'd  my  Father's  will, 
 I'll  teach  the  world  his  ways  ; 
 My  thankful  lips,  infpir'd  with  zeai, 
 Shall  loud  pronyunce  his  praife.] 
 
 Psalm  CXIX.   ic:h  Part.  Com.  Metre. 
 
 Pleading  the  Prom'-fes. 
 
 Ver.  38.  49. 
 x   XJ  EHOLD  thy  waiting  fervant,   Lord, 
 J3     Devoted  to  thy  fear  ! 
 Remember  and  confirm  thy  word* 
 Eoi-  aii  my  hopes  are  there. 
 
232  PSJL  M   CXI;C. 
 
 Ver.  41.  58.  107. 
 
 2  Haft  thou  not  writ  ialvation  down, 
 
 And  promis'd  quick 'ning  grace  ? 
 Doth  not  my  heart  addrefs  thy  throne  ? 
 And  yet  thy  love  delays. 
 
 Ver.  123.  42. 
 
 3  Mine  eyes  for  thy  falvation  fail ; 
 
 O  bear  thy  fervant  up  ; 
 Nor  let  the  fcoffing  lips  prevail, 
 Which  dare  reproach  my  hope. 
 Ver.  49.  74- 
 
 4  Didft  thou  not  raife  my  faith,  O  Lord  ? 
 
 Then  let  thy  tiuth  appear : 
 Saints  (hall  rejoice  in  rnv  reward. 
 And  truit,  as  well  as  fear. 
 
 Psalm  CXIX.   nth  Part.  Com.  Metre. 
 
 Breathing  after  Holinefs. 
 
 Ver.  $;  33. 
 i   S~\  THAT  the  Lord  would  guide  my  ways 
 W     To  keep  his  ftatutes  ftili  ! 
 O  that  my  God  would  grant  me  grace 
 To  know  and  do  hie  will ! 
 Ver.  29. 
 
 2  O  fend  thy  fpirit  down  to  write 
 
 Thy  law  upon  my  heart : 
 Nor  let  my  tongue  indulge  deceit, 
 Nor  ail  the  liar's  part. 
 
 Ver.  36.  37. 
 
 3  From  vanity  turn  off  my  eyes  ; 
 
 Let  no  corrupt  defign, 
 Nor  covetous  deiires,   arife 
 Within  thi-s  foul  of  mine. 
 Ver.  133. 
 
 4  Order  my  footfteps  by  thy  word, 
 
 And  make  my  heart  fmcere  ; 
 
 Let  fin  have  no  dominion,   Lord-, 
 
 But  keep  my  ccnfcience  clear* 
 
PSALM    CXIX.  233 
 
 Ver.  176. 
 5  My  foul  hath  gone  too  far  affray  ; 
 My  feet  too  often  flip  ; 
 Yet,  fince  I've  not  forgot  thy  way* 
 Reftore  thy  wand'ring  meep. 
 Ver.  35. 
 Make  me  to  walk  in  thy  commands  ; 
 
 5Tis  a  delightful  road  : 
 Nor  let  my  head,  or  heart,  or  hands, 
 Offend  againft  my  God, 
 
 Psalm  CXIX.  12th  Fart.  Com.  Metre, 
 
 Breathing  after  Comfort  and  Deliverance* 
 
 Ver.   j  53. 
 
 1  AyfY  God,  confider  my  diftrefs, 
 _lV_L  Let  mercy  plead  my  caufe  ; 
 Though  I  have  finn'd  againft  thy  grace, 
 
 I  can't  forget  thy  laws. 
 
 Ver.  39.  116. 
 
 2  Forbid,  forbid  the  lharp  reproach, 
 
 Which  I  io  juftly  fear  ; 
 Uphold  my  life,  uphold  my  hopes, 
 Nor  let  my  fhame  appear. 
 
 Ver.  122.  135. 
 
 3  Be  thou  a  furety,   Lord,  for  me, 
 
 Nor  let  the  proud  opprefs  : 
 But  make  thy  waiting  i'ervant  fee 
 The  minings  of  thy  face. 
 Ver.  82. 
 
 4  Mine  eyes  with  expectation  fail  ; 
 
 My  heart  within  me  cries, 
 When  tvill  the  Lord  his  truth  fu(fii, 
 And  make  my  comforts  rife  ? 
 
 Ver.  132. 
 <  Lock  down  upon  my  forrows,  Lord, 
 And  fhevv  thy  grace  the  fame 
 As  thou  art  ever  wont  t'  afford 
 To  thofe  who  love  thy  name. 
 U  a 
 
234  PS  J  I  M    CXZX\ 
 
 Psalm  CX1X.    13th  Part.  Com.  Metre.. 
 
 Ih'ly  Feat't  and  I'ende*  fiefs  of  Confcience. 
 
 ■    Ver.  io- 
 
 1  T  ¥  7ITH  my.  whole  heart  I've  fought  thy  face  j; 
 
 VV       O  let  me  never  ftray 
 Fr<->m  thy  commands;  O  God  of  grace* 
 Nor  tread  the  finner's  way. 
 Ver.  1 1 . 
 
 2  Thy  word  I've  hid  within  my  heart, 
 
 To  keep  my  conference  clean. 
 And  be  an  everlailing  guard 
 From  ev'ry  rifing  tin. 
 
 Ver.  63.  53.  158. 
 
 3  I'm  a  companion  of  the  faints, 
 
 Who  fear  and  love  the  Lord  ; 
 My  iotrows  rife,  my  nature  faints, 
 When  men  tranfgrefs  thy  word. 
 Ver.  16 1.  163. 
 
 4  While  finners  do  thy  gofpel  wrong, 
 
 My  fpirit  ftands  in  awe; 
 My  foul  abhors  the  lying  tongue, 
 But  loves  thy  righteous  law. 
 Ver.  101.  120. 
 
 5  My  heart  with  facred  rev'rence  hears 
 
 The  threatening^  of  thy  word  : 
 
 rieih,  with  holy  tienibling,  fears 
 Tne  judgments  of  the  Lord. 
 Ver    106.  174. 
 
 6  My  Go  li   1  long,   f  hope,   I  wait 
 
 For  thy  lalvation  ftill  ; 
 Wliile  thy  whole  law  is  my  delight, 
 And  I  obey  thy  will. 
 
 Psalm  CXIX.   14th  P.irt.  Com    Metre. 
 
 ■fit  of  AjjilFluns,  and  Support  under  them* 
 Ver.  153.  81,  S2. 
 1    CONSIDER  all  my  forrows,   Lord, 
 /•;id  thy  deliverance  fend  ; 
 :.!',    foul  6>t  >■  : 
 
 WJ  "•'  troubles  end  2 
 
PSALM.     CXIX,  23£ 
 
 Ver    71. 
 %  Yet  I  have  found  'tis  good  for  me 
 To  bear  my  Father's  rod  ; 
 Afflictions  make  me  learn  thy  law, 
 And  live  upon  my  God. 
 Ver.   50. 
 
 3  This  is  the  comfort  I  enjoy 
 
 When  new  diftrefs  begins  : 
 I  read  thy  word,  I  run  thy  way, 
 And  hate  my  former  tins 
 Ver.  92. 
 
 4  Had  not  thy  word  been  my  delight, 
 
 When  earthly  joys  were  fled, 
 My  foul,  oppreit  with  forrow's  weighty 
 Had  funk  among  the  dead. 
 Ver.  75. 
 
 5  I  know  thy  judgments,  Lord,  are  rights 
 
 Though  they  may  feem  fevere  ;  , 
 The  iharpeft  fuffrings  1  endure 
 Flow  from  thy  faithful  care. 
 Ver.   67. 
 6. Before  I  knew  thy  chaft'ning  rod, 
 My  feet  were  apt  to  fhay  ; 
 But  now  I  learn  to  keep  thy  word,.. 
 Nor  wander  from  thy  way. 
 
 Psalm  CXIX.   15th  Part.  Com.  Metre, 
 
 Ho/y  Refolutions. 
 
 Ver.  93. 
 THAT  thy  fiatutes,  ev'ry  hour, 
 Might  dweli  upon  my  mind  ! 
 Thenee  I  derive  a  qukk'ning  pow'r, 
 And  daily  peace  I  find. 
 
 Ver.  15,  16. 
 3  To  meditate  thy  precepts,   Lord, 
 Shall  be  my  ivveet  employ  ; 
 My  foul  fhall  ne'er  forget  thy  word  ; 
 Thy  word  is  ail  my  joy. 
 
236  PSALM    CXIX. 
 
 Ver.  3Z. 
 
 3  How  would  I  run  in  thy  commands, 
 
 If  thou  ni}'  htJLX\  difcha:ge 
 From  fin  and  fatan's  hateful  chains* 
 And  let  my  feet  at  large  ! 
 Ver.  13.  46. 
 
 4  My  lips  with  courage  fliall  declare  • 
 
 Thy  ftatutes  and  iliy  name  ; 
 I'll  fpeak  thy  word,  though  kings  fhould  hear, 
 Nor  yield  to  iinful  lhaine. 
 
 Ver.  61.  69,  70. 
 
 5  Let  bands  of  persecutors  rile 
 
 To  rob  me  of  my  right  ; 
 Let  pride  and  malice  forge  their  lies, 
 Thy  law  is  my  delight. 
 
 Ver.   115. 
 
 6  Depart  from  me,  ye  wicked  race, 
 
 Whole  hands  and  hearts  are  ill ! 
 1  love  my  God,  I  love  his  ways, 
 And  muft  obey  his  will. 
 
 Ps  a  l  m  CXIX.   1 6th  Part.  Com.  Metre. 
 
 Prayer  fir  quickening  Grace. 
 
 Ver.  25.  37. 
 I   TV  fTY  foul  lies  cleaving  to  the  duft  ; 
 1VX     Lord,  give  me  life  divine  ; 
 r'rom  vain  defires  and  ev'ry  lull 
 Turn  off  thefe  eyes  of  mine. 
 
 ■2  I  need  the  infi'ence  of  thy  grace 
 To  fpeed  me  in  my  way, 
 Left  I  lhould  loiter  in  my  race, 
 Or  turn  my  feet  aft  ray. 
 
 Ver.  107. 
 
 3  When  fore  afflictions  pre  fa  me  down, 
 
 I  need  thy  quickening  pow'rs: 
 Thy  word,  which  I  have  rciled  on, 
 Shall  help  my  heav'eft  hours. 
 Ver.  1 56   40. 
 
 4  Are  not  thy  mercies  fov'reigii  ftill, 
 
 And  thou  a  faithful  God  ? 
 
PSALM    OXPL  237 
 
 Wilt  thou  not  grant  me  warmer  zeal 
 To  run  the  heav'nly  road  ? 
 Ver.  K9.  40. 
 
 5  Does  not  my  heart  thy  precepts  love* 
 
 And  long  to  fee  thy  face  ? 
 And  yet  how  flow  my  fpirits  move* 
 Without  eniiv'ning  grace  ! 
 Ver.  9J. 
 
 6  Then  fhall  I  love  thy  gofpel  more* 
 
 And  ne'er  forget  thy  word, 
 When  I  have  felt  its  quick'ning  pow'r 
 To  draw  me  near  the  Lord. 
 
 Psalm  CXIX.   17th  Part.  Long  Metre. 
 
 Courage    and    Perfeverarrce  -under    Perfecution ;    or^ 
 Grace  Jblning  in  Difficulties  and  Trials. 
 
 Ver.  143.  28. 
 1  TI  THEN  pain  and  anguiih  feize  me,  Lord» 
 V  V       All  my  fupport  is  from  thy  word  : 
 My  foud  diffolves  for  heaviness  ; 
 Uphold  me  with  thy  ftrength'ning  grace. 
 Ver.  51.  69.  1 10. 
 1  The  proud  have  fram'd  their  fcofFs  and  lies  ; 
 They  watch  my  leet  with  env'ous  eyes, 
 And  tempt  ray  foul  to  fnares  and  fin ; 
 Yet  thy  commands  I  ne'er  decline. 
 Ver.  161.  78. 
 3  They  hate  me,  Lord,  without  a  caufe  , 
 They  hate  to  fee  me -love  thy  laws  ; 
 But  I  will  truft  and  fear  thy  name, 
 Till  pride  and  malice  die  with  ihame. 
 
 P  s  a  l  m  CXIX.  Laft  Part.   Long  Metre. 
 
 Santlified  Afflictions  ;   or,  Delight  in  the  Word  of  God* 
 
 Ver.  67.  59. 
 1   T^ATKER,  I  biefs  thy  gentle  hand  ; 
 JL       How  kind  was  thy  chaftifing  rod» 
 Which  forc'd  my  confcience  to  a  ftand, 
 .And  brought  my  wand'ring  fouLto  God-. 
 
238  P  SAL  M    CXX. 
 
 C   FooliOi  and  vain  I  went  aft  ray, 
 Ere  1  had  felt  thy  fcourges,  Lord* 
 I  left  my  Guide,  and  loft  my  way, 
 But  now  I  love  and  keep  thy  word. 
 Ver.  7 1 . 
 
 3  'Tis  good  for  me  to  wear  the  yoke, 
 For  pride  is  apt  to  life  and  fwell  ; 
 'Tis  good  to  bear  mv  Father's  ltroke, 
 That  1  might  learn  his  ftatutes  well. 
 
 Ver.  72. 
 
 4  The  law  which  iilv.es  from  thy  mouth 
 Shall  raife  my  cheerful  paflions  more 
 Than  all  the  treafurtrs  of  the  South, 
 Or  Wellern  hills  of  golden  ore. 
 
 Ver.  73. 
 
 5  Thy  hands  have  made  my  mortal  frame, 
 Thy  fphit  form'd  mv  foul  within  : 
 Teach  me  to  know  thy  wond'rous  name, 
 And  guard  me  fafe  from  death  and  fin. 
 
 Ver.  74. 
 
 6  Then  all  who  love  and  fear  the  Lord 
 At  my  fahation  fhall  rejoice  ; 
 
 For  I  have  hoped  in  thy  word, 
 And  made  thy  grace  my  only  choice. 
 
 'Psalm  CXX.   Com.  Metre. 
 
 Complaint  of  quarrelfome  Neivhboun  ;     or,  A  divou: 
 Wtflxfor  Peate. 
 
 1  rPKOU  God  of  love,  thou  ever-bleft, 
 jI       Pity  my  tuff'ring  fta'c; 
 When  wilt  thcu  let  my  foul  at  reft 
 From  lips  which  love  deceit  ? 
 
 1  Hard  lot  of  mine  !  my  days  are  caft 
 Among  the  fons  of  ft  rife, 
 Whofe  naver-ceafing  brawlings  waftc 
 My  golden  hours  of  life. 
 
 3   O  !  might  I  fly  to  change  my  place, 
 How  would  I  choofe  to  dwell 
 
PSALM    CXXI.  239 
 
 In  feme  wild  lonefome  wiidernefs, 
 And  leave  thefe  gates  of  hell . ! 
 
 Peace  is  the  blefllng  that  I  feek  ; 
 
 How  lovely  are  its  charms  ! 
 I  am  for  peace;  but  when  I  fpeak, 
 
 They  all  declare  for  arms. 
 
 New  paffions  ftill  their  fouls  engage, 
 
 And  keep  their  malice  ftrong  : 
 What  thall  be  done  to  curb  thy  rage, 
 
 O  thou  devouring  tongue  ? 
 
 Should  burning  arrows  fmite  thee  throughj 
 
 Strict  ju-ftice  would  approve  ; 
 But  I  would  rather  fpare  my  foe, 
 
 And  melt  his  heart  with  love. 
 
 Psalm  CXXI.  Long  Metre, 
 
 Divine  Protection, 
 
 UP  to  the  hills  I  lift  mine  eyes, 
 Th'  eternal  hills  beyond  the  fkies  ! 
 Thence  all  her  help  my  foul  derives  ; 
 There  my  almighty  Refuge  lives. 
 
 He  lives,  the  everlaiting  God, 
 Who  built  the  world,  who  fpread  the  flood  ; 
 The  heav'ns,   wiih  all  their  hofts,  he  made, 
 And  the  dark  regions  of  the  dead. 
 
 He  guides  our  feet,  he  guards  our  way, 
 His  morning  fmiies  blefs  all  the  day  ; 
 He  fpreads  the  ev'ning  veil,  and  keeps 
 The  iilent  hours  while  Ifr'el  Ileeps. 
 
 Ifr'el.  a  name  divinely  bled, 
 May  rife  fecure,   fecurely  reft ; 
 Thy  holy  Guardian's  wakeful  eyes 
 Admit  no  flumber  nor  furprife. 
 
 No  fun  (hall  fmite  thy  head  by  day, 
 Nor  the  pale  moon  with  fickly  ray 
 Shall  blaft  thy  couch  ;  no  baleful  flat 
 Dart  his  malignant  fire  fo  far. 
 
24o  -PSALM    CXXI. 
 
 tf  Should  earth  and  hell  with  malice  burn, 
 Still  thou  fhalt  go,   and  ftdl  leturn, 
 S.ife  in  the  Lord;   his  htav'nly  ca:e 
 Defends  thy  life  from  ev'ry  fnare. 
 
 7  On  thee  foul  fpirits  have  no  pow'r; 
 And  in  thy  laft  departing  hour, 
 Angels,  who  trace  the  airy  road, 
 Shall  bear  thee  homeward  to  thy  Cod. 
 
 Psalm   CXXI.    Cora.  Metre, 
 
 Prefewation  by  Day  snd  Night. 
 
 j  rT",0  heav'n  1  lift  my  waiting  eyes ; 
 X       There  all  my  hopes  are  laid  : 
 The  Lord,  who  buiit  the  earth  and  ikies, 
 Is  my  perpet'al  aid. 
 
 2%  Their  feet  fhall  never  fiide  to  fall, 
 Whom  he  defigns  to  keep  ; 
 His  ear  attends  the  fofteft  (.all  i 
 His  eyes  can  never  fleep. 
 
 3  He  will  fuftain  our  weak;ft  pcw'rs 
 
 With  his  almighty  arm  ; 
 And  watch  our  moft  unguarded  hours 
 Againft  furprifing  harm. 
 
 4  Ifr'el  rejoice,  and  reft  fecure ; 
 
 Thy  keeper  is  the  Lord; 
 His  wakeful  eyes  employ  his  pow'r 
 For  thine  eternal  guard. 
 
 5  Nor  fcorching  fun,  nor  fkkly  moon, 
 
 Shall  have  his  leave  to  i'mite  ; 
 He  fhields  thy  head  from  burning  noon, 
 From  blafting  damps  at  night. 
 
 6  He  guards  thy  foul,  he  keeps  thy  breath, 
 
 Where  thickeft  dangers  coine; 
 Go.  and  return,  fecure  from  death, 
 Till  God  commands  thee  home. 
 
PSAZM    CXXI,  CX'XII.      241 
 Psalm   CXXI.    Particular  Metre* 
 
 Gcd  our  Prefer-uer. 
 i  T  7PWARDT  lift  mine  eyes, 
 vJ      From -God  is  all  my  aid: 
 The  God  who  built  the  Ikies  *_ 
 And  earth  and  nature  made  : 
 God  is  the.tow'r 
 To  which  I  fiy  ; 
 His  grace  is  nigh 
 In  ev'ry  hour. 
 
 a  My  feet  fhall  never  flide> 
 And  fall  in  fatal  fnares, 
 Since  God,  my  guard  and  guide? 
 Defends  me" from  my  fears. 
 
 Thofe  wakeful  eyes 
 
 Which  never  fleep, 
 
 Shall  Ifr'el  keep 
 
 When  dangers  rife. 
 
 3  No  burning  heats  by  day» 
 Nor  blafts  of  ev'ning  air, 
 Shall  take  my'  health  away* 
 If  God  be,  with  me  there  : 
 
 Thou  art  my  fun, 
 And  thou  my  fnade, 
 To  guard  my  head 
 '  By  night  or  noon. 
 
 4  Halt  thou  not  .giv'n  thy  word 
 To  lave  my  foul  from  death  ? 
 And  I  can  triift  my  Lord 
 
 To  keep  my  mortal  breath. 
 I'll  go  and  ccme, 
 Nor  fear  to  die» 
 Till  from  on  high 
 Thou  call  me  home. 
 
 Psalm  CXXII.  Common  .Metre. 
 
 Going  to  Church 
 1    T  TOW  did  my  heart  rejoice  t«W 
 XI     My  friend?  devoutly  &&« 
 X        ,  '»,   , 
 
242       .     PS  AL  M    CXXIL 
 
 In  Z'ion  let  us  ail  appear* 
 And  kt(p  the  J'Umn  day  ! 
 
 t  I  Jove  her  gates,  I  love  the  road  : 
 The  church.  adorn'd  with  vnace. 
 Stands  like  a  palace  built  lor  God, 
 To  ihew  his  milder  face. 
 
 x   Up  to  her  courts,  with  joys  unknown, 
 The  holy  tribes  r-epair  ; 
 The  Son  of  David  holds  his  throne, 
 And  fits  in  judgment'there. 
 
 4  He  hears  our  praifes  and  complaints, 
 
 And,  while  his  awful  voice 
 Divides  the  tinners  from  the  faints, 
 We  tremble  and  rejoice. 
 
 5  T'-nce  be  within  this  facrcd  place. 
 
 And  joy  a  conitant  guefl  ! 
 With  holy  gifts,  and  hc*jv*nly  grac«, 
 Be  her  attendants  hieft  ! 
 
 6  My  foul  (hall  pray  for  Zicn  frill, 
 
 While  l.ife  or  breath  remains  ; 
 There  my  belt  friends,  my  kindred  dwell ; 
 There  God  my  Saviour  reigns. 
 
 Psalm  CXXII.  Particular  Metre, 
 
 Going  to  Cbnrcb. 
 pleas'd  and  bleft  was  I 
 
 w\ 
 
 'b  heir  the  people  cry, 
 C:rr:',   let  us  fctk  our  Cd  tj  day  / 
 
 Yes,  With  a  cheerful  zeal, 
 We  hafte  to  Zicm's  hill, 
 
 And  there  our  vows  and  honours  pay. 
 
 Zion, -thrice  happy  place! 
 
 A'  ■  ond'rous  grace, 
 
 And  waits  of  tfoength.  embrace  thee  roundj 
 
 ]n  thee  ouv  irioes  appear, 
 
 To  pi  ay  and.  italic,   and  hear 
 The  facred  gofpei's  joyful  found. 
 
P  S  A  L  M    CXXIII.  243 
 
 There  David's  greater  fon 
 
 Has  fix'd  his  roya!  throne  ; 
 He  lits  for  grace  and  judgment  there  ; 
 
 He  bids  the  faints  be  glad, 
 
 And  makes  the  firmer  fad,, 
 And  humble  fouls  rejoice  wklyfeaift 
 
 May  peace  at  lend  thy  gate, 
 
 And  joy  within  thee  wait 
 To  bjfei's  the  foal  of  ev'iy  gueft  ! 
 
 The  man  who  feeks  thy  peace» 
 
 And  wiihes  thine  ihcre.afe, 
 A  thoufand  blelfihgs  en  him  reft ! 
 
 My  tongue  repeats  her  vows, 
 
 Peace  ia  this  facred  koufc  ! 
 For  there  my  friends  and  kindred  dwell; 
 
 And,  fince  my  glorous  God 
 
 Makes  thee  his  bleft  abode, 
 My  foul  mail  ever  love  thee  well  i 
 
 Psalm  CXXIII.  -Com.  Metre, 
 
 P!cadh:g  ivltb  Suhm/jjlon.    ' 
 
 THOU  whofe  grace  and  jufiicc  reigu 
 .liuthron'd  above  the  fkie>, 
 To  thee  our  hearts  would  tell  their  pain, 
 To  thee  we  lift  our  eyes  i 
 
 2  As  fervants  watch  their  matter's  hand* 
 
 And  fear  the  angry  ftroke  ; 
 Or  maids  before  their  miftrefs  ftand» 
 And  wait  a  peaceful  look  : 
 
 3  So,  for  our  fins,  we  juftly  feel 
 
 Thy  diicLpline,   O  God  ; 
 Yet  wait  the  gracious  moment  ftill. 
 Till  thou  remove  thy  rod. 
 
 4  Thofe  who  in  wealth  and  .'pleasure  live, 
 
 Our  daily  groans  deiide  ; 
 v     And' thy  delays  ct  mercy  give 
 Freih  courage  to  their  pride. 
 
2.1-,     P  SJLM    CXXIV,  CXXV. 
 
 5   Our  fees  infult  us,  but  our  hope 
 In  tli y  a  mpafEon  lies  ; 
 This  though.*  (h  ill  bear  our  fpirits  up, 
 That  God  will  not  defpifc. 
 
 Vs  a-l  m  CXXIV.  Long  Metre. 
 
 A  Song-  for  public  Deliverance. 
 
 j  ,Jp_T/»r>  not  the  Lord,  may  lfr\l  lay, 
 £jL   Had  net  the  Lord  maintain'd  our  fide> 
 When  men,  to  make  our  lives  a  prey, 
 Role  like  the  f welling  of  the  tide  : 
 
 2  The  fwclling  tide  had  ilopt  our  breath, 
 So  fiercely  did  the  waters,  roll, 
 
 We  hail  b*en  fwallow'd  deep  in  death; 
 Proud  waters  had  o'erwkclm'd  our  foul. 
 
 3  We  leap  for  joy,  we  fhout  and  fing, 
 Who  juit  efeap'd  the  Fatal  ftroke;. 
 So  fiies  the  bird,  with  cheerful  wifffi 
 When  once  the  fowler's  fnare  is  broke. 
 
 4  Vorever  blcfied  be  the  Lord, 
 
 Who  broke  the  fowler's  curfed  fnare. 
 Who  fav'd  us  from  the  murdering  lword» 
 And  made  our  lives  and  fouis  hi.s  cart;. 
 
 ^  Our  help  is  in  Jehovah's  name, 
 
 Who  form'd  the  earth,  and  built  the  fkies ; 
 He  who  upholds  that  wond'rous  frame, 
 Guards  his  own  church  with  watchfui  eye:. 
 
 P  s  a  l  m  CXXV.  Com.  Metre. 
 
 .     %he  Saint' t  Trial  and  Safety. 
 
 I  T  TNSHAKEN  as  the  facreel  hill, 
 KJ    And  firm  as  mountains  be, 
 Firm  ai  a  tock  the  foul  thai!  reft, 
 That  lean:,  O  Lord,  on  thee. 
 
 s  Not  walli  nor  hills  could  guard  fo  well 
 O.u  Salem's  happy  ground, 
 
P  S  A  L  M    CXXV.  24* 
 
 As  thofe  eternal  arms  of  love* 
 Which  ev'ry  faint  fuiround. 
 
 3  While  tyrants  are  a  fmarting  fcourge 
 
 To  drive  them  near  to  God, 
 Divine  companion  dees  allay 
 The  fury  of  the  rod. 
 
 4  Deal  gently,  Lord,  with  fouls  fincerej 
 
 And  lead  them  fafely  on 
 To  the  bright  gates  of  paradife. 
 Where  Chrift  their  Lord  is  gone. 
 
 5  But  if  we  trace  thofe  wicked  ways 
 
 Which  the  old  ferpent  drew, 
 The  wrath  that  drove  him  fir  ft  to  hell, 
 Shall  fmite  his  foU'wers  too. 
 
 Psalm  CXXV.  Short  Metre. 
 
 The  Saints'"  Trial  and  Safety  ;  or  modera  ted  .4j?AEi\(,ns . 
 
 i   T^IRM  and  unmov'd  are  they 
 X     Who  reft  their  fouls  on  God  ; 
 Firm  as  the  mount  where  David  dwelt? 
 Or  where  the  ark  abode. 
 
 a  As  mountains  flood  to  guard 
 The  city's  facred  ground, 
 So  God  and  his  almighty  love 
 Embrace  his  faints  around. 
 
 3  What  though  the  Father's  rod 
 
 Drop  a  chaltinng  rtroke  ? 
 Yet,  left  it  wound  their  fouls  too  deep3 
 Its  fury  fhall  be  broke. 
 
 4  Deal  gently,  Lord,  with  thofe 
 
 Whole  faith  and  pious  fear, 
 Whofe  hope,  and  love,  and  ev'ry  grace 
 Proclaim  their  hearts  liucere. 
 
 5  Nor  (hail  the  tyrant's  rage 
 
 Tco  lone  opprefs  the  faint ; 
 X  j   - 
 
iherae»| 
 
 rear, 
 m. 
 
 246  P  SAL  M    CXXVI. 
 
 The  God  of  !fr\l  will  f«p port 
 .  children*  left  they  iaiut. 
 
 6  But  ifau.rilrvi.il  ihar 
 
 Will  chooie'the  toad  to  hell. 
 We  n-.uii  expect  our  portion  there* 
 Where  bonier  firmer*  dwell. 
 
 Psalm  CXXVI.  Long  Metre. 
 
 Surprijing  Deliverance. 
 
 1  TTTjTHEN  God  reftor'd  our  captive  Hate, 
 
 V  V       Joy  was  our  long,  and  grace  our  U 
 The  grace  beyond  oar  hopes  i'o  g 
 14?at  joy  appear.'d  a  painted  drea 
 
 2  The  fcoIFer  owns  thy  hand*  and  pays 
 Unwilling  honours  to  thy  name  ; 
 White  we  with  pieafure  ihout  thy  praifea 
 With  cheerful  notes  thy  love  proclaim* 
 
 a   When  we  review  our  di  final  fears, 
 'Twai  hard  to  think  they  vanith  fo  ; 
 Vv  ith  God  we  left  our  flowing  tears* 
 .  is  our  joys  like  river*  i.o.v. 
 
 4  The  man  who  in  his  furrow -d  field* 
 His  fcatter'd  fefed  with  fadnefs  leayes'i 
 Will  fhout  to  fee  the  barveft  yield 
 A  welcome  lead  of  joyful  (heaves* 
 
 Psalm  CXXVI.   Com.  Me? re. 
 
 The  j  y  'jf  a  remarkable  Converji ,n  ;  CYi  Mclat 
 removt  i. 
 
 j   \  ~K  7IIEM  Cod  reveal'd  his  gracious  name, 
 '•  V     And  chang'd  my  mournful  ftate, 
 My  rapture  feem'd  a  pleating  dreamy 
 The  grace  appear'd  fo  great. 
 
 2  The  woihi  beheld  the  glor'ous  change, 
 And  did  thy  )<mu[ 
 Mv  tongue  broke  out  in  m.  Known  ftrair.s* 
 And  fang  ^'urpriiing  gj 
 
PSJLM    CXXVII.  247 
 
 I   Great  is  the  iuork>  my  neighbours  cry  'd» 
 And  own'd  thv  pow'r  divine; 
 Great  is  the  w>rk%  my  heart;  repfv'd. 
 And  be  the  gloty  thine. 
 
 4  The  Lord  can  clear  the  darkeft  fkies* 
 
 Can  give  us  day  for  night, 
 Make  drops  of  Jacved  fonow  rife 
 To  rivers  of  delight. 
 
 5  Let  thofa  who  fow  in  fadnefs,  wait 
 
 Til]  the  fair  harveit  come  ; 
 They  inali  confefs  their  (heaves  are  great* 
 And  fhout  the  blefCngs  home. 
 
 6  Though  feed  lie  bury'd  long  in  daft, 
 
 It  (han't  deceive  their  hope  ! 
 The  precious  grain  can  ne'er  be  loft, 
 For  grace  infures  the  crop. 
 
 Psalm  CXXVII.    Long  Metre.       . 
 
 The  Blejjing  of  God  on  the  Bufineft  and  Comfcrts  oj 
 Life. 
 
 F  God  fucceed  not,  all  the  coft 
 And  pains  to  build  the  houfe,  are  loft  s 
 If  Cod  the  city  will  not  keep, 
 The  watchful  guards  as.  well  may  fleep. 
 
 2  What  if  you  rife  before  the  fun, 
 And  work  and  toii  when  day  is  done» 
 Careful  andfparing  eat  your  bread, 
 To  lhun  that  poverty  you  dread  ? 
 
 3  'Tis  all  in  vain,  till  God  hath  bled  ;. 
 lie  can  make  rich,  yet  give  us  reft  ; 
 Children  and  friends  are  bleffings  too» 
 Ix  God  our  Sov 'reign  makes  tiiem  £0. 
 
 4,  Happy  the  man  to  whom, he  fends 
 Qbea'ent  children,  faithful  friends  ! 
 How  i.ve-ct  our  daily  comforts  prove 
 Xh^n  'hey arc  i'cafon'U  with. ins  love  \ 
 
243     BSAL  M  C XXVII,  CXXVIII. 
 
 •I 
 
 Psalm  CXXVII.  Com.  Metre. 
 
 God  All  In   All. 
 
 F  God  to  build  the  houfe  deny, 
 The  builders  work  in  vain  ; 
 And  towns,  without  ills  wakeful  eye* 
 A  ufelefs  watch  maintain. 
 
 2  Before  the.morning  beams  arife, 
 
 Your  painful  work  renew  ; 
 And,  till  the  (tars  afcend  the  fkies* 
 Your  tirefome  toil  purfue. 
 
 3  Short  be  your  fleep,  and  coarfe  your  fare» 
 
 In  vain,  til!  God  has  bleft ; 
 But  if  ids  fmiles  attend  your  care* 
 You  (hall  have  food  and  reft. 
 
 4  Nor  children,  relatives  nor  friends* 
 
 Shall  real  bleflings  prove, 
 
 Nor  all  the  earthly  joys  he  lends* 
 It"  lent  without  his  love. 
 
 Psalm  CXXVIII.  Com.  Metre. 
 
 Family   Blejpngs. 
 
 1  S~\  HAPPY  man  whofe  foul  is  fill'd 
 v_->      With  zeal  and  rev'rend  awe  ! 
 His  lips  to  God  their  honours  yield* 
 
 Hi*  life  adorns  the  law. 
 
 2  A  careful  providence  (hall  Hand 
 
 And  ever  guard  thy  head, 
 Shall  on  the  labours  oi  thy  hand 
 Its  kindly  bleffings  ftied. 
 
 3  Thy  all  be  a  fruitful  vine; 
 
 '1  h  -  children  round  thy  b^ 
 Each  like  a  plant  of  honour  mine* 
 And  learn  to  fear  the  Lord. 
 
 4  The  Lord  frail  thy  heft  hopes  fulfil 
 
 Fur  months  aad  years  to  come  ; 
 
PSALM    CXXIX. 
 
 The  Lord,  who  dwells  on  Zion's  hill, 
 Shall  lend  thee  bieffmgs  home. 
 
 5  This  is  the  man  whole  happy  eyes 
 Shall  fee  his  houfe  increafe  ; 
 Shall  fee  the  linking  church  arife» 
 Then  leave  the  world  in  peace. 
 
 Psalm  CXXIX.  Com.  Metre* 
 
 Perfecutors  pv.nifoed. 
 
 I  T  IP  from  my  youth,  may  Ifr'el  fay* 
 KJ      Have  I  been  nurs'd  in  tears; 
 My  griefs  were  ccnflant  as  the  day. 
 And  ted'ous  as  the  years. 
 
 a  Up  fmrn  my  youth  I  bore  the  rage 
 Of  all  the  fons  of  ftrife  ; 
 Oft  they  affair d  my  riper  ager 
 But  not  deftroy'd  my  life. 
 
 3  Their  cruel  plow  had  torn  my  fleih. 
 With  furrows  Jong  and  deep, 
 Hourly  they  vex'd  my  wounds  afreih» 
 Ner  let  my  fqrrows  fleep. 
 
 £  The  Lord  grew  angry  on  his  throne* 
 And,  with  impartial  eye,. 
 Meafur'd  the  mif chiefs  they  had  done? 
 And  let  his  arrows  hy. 
 
 5  How  was  their  infoience  fv.rpris'd 
 
 To  hear  his  thunders  ruli  ; 
 And  all  the  foes  of  Zion  friz'd 
 With  horror  to  the  foul  ! 
 
 6  Thus  (hall  the  men  who  hate  the  faints 
 
 Be  blafted  from  the  fey  ; 
 Their  glory  fade,  their  courage  faint,. 
 And  all  their  projects  die. 
 
 7  [What  though  they  fioUrifli  fall  and  fair  t 
 
 They  have  no  ro&t  beiieftth  , 
 
 249 
 
t$o  PS  A  L  M   CXXX. 
 
 Their  growth  fhall  perifh  in  defpair, 
 And  lie  defpis'd  in  death.] 
 
 8  [So  corn  which  on  the  houfe-top  ftands8 
 No  hope  of  harvefl  gives ; 
 The  reaper  ne'er  (hall  iiii  his  hands, 
 Nor  binder  fold  the  (heaves. 
 
 ■9  It  fprines,  and  withers  on  the  place; 
 No  traveller  beftews 
 A  word  or.  b  lie  fling  en  the  erafs, 
 Nor  mmds  it  as  he  gnes-.] 
 
 Psalm  CXX<.  Com.  Metre* 
 
 Pardoning  Gract. 
 
 I    S~\VT  of  the  deeps  of  loi.g  diftrefs, 
 .  v_y     The  borders  of,  defpair, 
 
 1  fent  my  cries  to  feck  thy  grace, 
 My  groans  to  move  thine  car. 
 
 a  Great  GoJ,  fhould  thy  feverer  eye» 
 And  thing  impartial  hand, 
 Mark,  and  revenge  iniquity t 
 ,No  mortal  flerh  could  fcaind. 
 
 3  But  there  are  pardons  with  my  God 
 
 For  crimes  of  high  degree  ; 
 Thy  Son  has  bought  them  with  his  blood 
 To  draw  us  near  to  thee. 
 
 4  [I  wait  for  thy  falvation,  Lord, 
 
 With  firong  defies  I  wait  ; 
 My  foul,  invited  by  thy  word, 
 Stands  watching  at  thy  gate.] 
 
 5  [Juft  as  the  guards  who  heep  the  night 
 
 Long  for  the  morning  fkles, 
 Watch  the  fuit  bca.a:;  of  breaking  light. 
 And  meet  them  with  their  eyes ; 
 
 6  So  waits  my  foul  to  fee  thy  grace, 
 
 And,  more  intent  than  they, 
 M  :$ts  the  iiiit  openings  of  thy  face, 
 And  iiwd»  a  brjghte*  day.] 
 
PSALM   CXXX.  CXXXI.       *p 
 
 7  Then  in  the  Lord  let  Ifr'el  truft, 
 
 Let  Ifr'ei  leek  his  face, 
 The  Lord  is  good,  as  well  as  juft, 
 And  pieni'ous  is  his  grace. 
 
 8  There's  full  redemption  at  his  thrc«e 
 
 For  finners  long  enflav'd  ; 
 The  great  Redeemer  is  his  Son  ; 
 
 And  Ifr'el  ihali  be  i'av'd. 
 
 Psalm  CXXX.  Long  Metre. 
 
 o 
 
 Pardoning  Grace. 
 
 x   T7ROM  deep  diftrefs  and  troubled  thoughts* 
 X'    To  thee,  sny  God,  I  raife  my  cries  : 
 If  thgu  feverely  mark  *ur  faults, 
 No  flem  can  ft  and  before  thine  eyes. 
 
 a  But  thou  haft  built  thy  throne  of  grace* 
 Free  to  difpenfe  thy  pardons  there  ,* 
 That  finners  may  approach  thy  face,' 
 And  hope,  and  love,  as  well  as  fear. 
 
 3  As  the  benighted  pilgrims  wait, 
 
 -  And  long  and  with  for  breaking  day, 
 So  waits,  my  foul  before  thy  gate  : 
 When  will  my  God  his  face  difp'ay  ? 
 
 4  My  truft  is  fix'd  upon  thy  word, 
 Nor  fhall  I  truft  thy  word  in  vain  : 
 Let  mourning  fouls  addrefs  the  Lord, 
 And  find  relief  from  all  their  pain. 
 
 «;  Great  is  his  love,  and  large  his  grace, 
 Thro'  the  redemption  of  his  Son  ; 
 Ke  turns  our  feet  from  iiniul  ways. 
 And  pardons  what  our  hands  have  done. 
 
 Psalm   CXXX.1.  Com.  Metre. 
 
 Humility  and  Subm'<jji'jn. 
 
 S  there  ambition  in  my  heart  ? 
 P-ea'ch,  gracious  God,  and  fee: 
 Or  do  \  act.  a  haughty  part  ? 
 Lord,  I  appeal  to  thee. 
 
v$i  PS  AL  M    CXXXIL. 
 
 X  I  chrrrge  my  thoughts,  be  humble  ft  ill, 
 Ami  all  my  carriage  mild. 
 Content,  my  Father,  with  thy  will, 
 And  quiet  as  a  child- 
 
 3  The  patient  foul,  the  lowly  mind 
 Shall  have  a  large  reward  ; 
 Let  faints  in  forrow  lie  relign'd, 
 And  truft  a  faithful  Lord. 
 
 Psalm  CXXXIL  Lon*  Metre. 
 
 Cl 
 
 At  the  Settlement  cf  a  Church  ;  or,  The  Ordination  'yf 
 a  Mini j. 
 
 J   TX7HERE  fhall  we  go  to  feek  and  find 
 VV     A  habitation  for  our  God, 
 A  dwelling  for  th'  eternal  mind 
 Among  the  fons  offlelh  and  blood  ? 
 
 •2.  The  God  of  Jacob  chofe  the  hill 
 Of  Zion,  for  his  ancient  reit ; 
 And  Zion  is  his  dvvc-Uing  ftiii, 
 His  church  is  wiih  his  prei'ence  bleft. 
 
 3  »  Here  will  I  fix  my  gracious  throne, 
 ««  And  reign  forever,"  faith  the  Lord  ; 
 
 ««  Here  fhall  my  pow'r  and  love  be  knowni        , 
 ««  And  blelfings  fhall  attend  my  word. 
 
 4  "  Here  will  I  meet  the  hungry  poor, 
 
 <«  And  fill  their  fouls  with  living  bread  ; 
 ««  Sinners,  who  wait  before  my  door, 
 ««  With  fweet  provilion  lhall  be  ted. 
 
 5  "  Girded  with  truth,  and.cloth'd  with  grace, 
 ?<  My  pt ic its,  my  mintfters  fhall  mine; 
 
 "  Not  Aaron,  in  his  coftly  drels, 
 «'  Made  an  appearance  Jo  divine. 
 
 6  ««  The  faints,  unable  to  contain 
 
 «'  Their  inward  joys,  ilVall  fhout  and  fing  ; 
 <»4  The  Song  ol"  David  here  [hall  reign, 
 *    £nd  Zion  triumph  in  her  King. 
 
PSALM    C  XXXII.  *$$ 
 
 »*  Barn  here  to  uphold  nis  gl'6r*otis!  name; 
 
 «  His  crown  lhall  flburhh  on  his  head, 
 
 «•  While  all  his  foes  are.  <5loth\i  with  iham-c.V] 
 
 Psa  l  m  C  XXXII.  Coin.  Metre. 
 
 A  Church  rftablijhed. 
 
 i  [X'fO  deep  nor  (lumber  to  his  eyes 
 1^       Good  David  would  arlbrd. 
 Till  he  had  found,  below  the  ikies, 
 A  dwelling  for  the  Lord- 
 
 z  The  Lord  in  Zion  plae'd  his  names 
 His  aik  -was  fettled  there  ; 
 To  Zion  i he  whoie  nation  came* 
 To  worihip, 'thrice  a  year".' 
 
 3  But  we  have  no'  fuch  lengths  to  go. 
 
 Nor  wander  far  abroad  ; 
 Whe: e  e'er  thy  faints  aii'emble ■  rcyv» 
 There  is  a  houfe  for  Cod  j 
 
 P  A    if    S£. 
 
 4  A  rife,  O  King  of  grace,  arife  ! 
 
 And  enter  10  thy  reft,    ' 
 Lo  !  thy  church" waits, 'with  longing  eyes? 
 Thus  to  be  own'd  and  bieffc. 
 
 $  Enter,  with  all  thy  glor'ous  train, 
 Tny  fphrt,  and  tny  word  ; 
 All  vyhich  tl  e  ark.  did  once  contain 
 Could  no  fuch  grate  aiiord. 
 
 IB  Here,  mighty  Cod,  accept  our  vows, 
 
 .Here  ler  thy  praii'e  be  fpread  ;. 
 
 Bteisithe  proviiion*  of  thy  houfe, 
 
 And  rili  tny  poor  with  bread. 
 
 *f  Here  let  the  Son  of  David  reign  ; 
 
 L-jl -God's  anointed  thine  •-,  i 
 Y. 
 
254  P  SA  L  M    CXXXlII. 
 
 .* 
 
 Juflicc  an  J  truth  his  courts  maintain,         j  X 
 With  luve  and  pow'r  divine. 
 
 8  Here  let  him  hold  a  lading  throng.  • 
 
 And,  as  his  kingdom  grows, 
 Frelh  honours  lhall- adorn  his  crown, 
 And  lhame  confound  his  Joes. 
 
 - 
 
 Psalm  CXXXIII.  Com.  Metre. 
 
 Brotherly    Lc-vr. 
 
 i    T    O,  what  an  entertaining  fight 
 JL-J     Are  brethren  who  agree  ! 
 Brethren,  whole  cheerful  hearts  unite 
 In  bonds  of  piety  1 
 
 2  When  ftreams  of  love,  from  Chi  ift  the  fpring, 
 
 Defcend  to  ev'ry"  foul, 
 And  heav'nly  peace,  with  balmy  wing, 
 Shades  and  bedews  the  whole  : 
 
 3  'Tis  like  the  oil,  divinely  fweet, 
 
 On  Aaron's  rev' rend  head, 
 The  trickling  drops  perfum'd  his  feet* 
 And  o'er  his  garments  fpread. 
 
 4  'Tis  pleafant  as  the  morning  dews 
 
 Which  fall  on  Zion's  hill, 
 Where  God  his  mildeft  glory  fhews, 
 And  makes  his  grace  diftil. 
 
 Psalm  C XXXIII.    Short  Metre. 
 
 Communion  of Saints  ;  or,  Love  -and  Worjbif  in  a 
 Family. 
 
 i   T)  LEST  are  the  fons  of  peace,  I  • 
 
 JlJ     Whofe  hearts  and  hopes  are  one, 
 "Whofe  kind  defigns  to  ferve  and  pleafe 
 Through  all  their  actions  run. 
 
 a  Bleft  is  the  pious  houfc 
 
 Where  zeal  and  friendihip  meet ; 
 Their  fongs  of  praife,  their  rmr.gled  vows 
 Make  their  communion  fweet. 
 
PS  A  L  M  CXXXIII,  CXXXIV.  25. 
 
 3  3 
 
 3  Thus,  when  an  Aaron  'a  head 
 
 They  pour'd  the  rich  .perfume.  . 
 The  oil  through  all  his  raiment  fpread* 
 And  pieafure  fill'd  the  room. 
 
 4  Thus  on  the  hea.v'nly  hills 
 
 The  faints  are  bleft  above, 
 Where  joy,  like  morning  dew,  diilils, 
 
 And  all  the  air  is  lwe. 
 
 • 
 Psalm  CXXXIII.  Particular  Metre, 
 
 The  BleJJivgi  of,,FrlendJljit>* 
 
 j    TJOW  pleafant  'tis,  to  fee 
 
 X~l     Kindred  and  friends  agree  ! 
 Each  in  their  proper  ftation  move> 
 
 And  each  fulfil  their  part 
 
 With  fyrapathifing  heart, 
 In  all  the  cares  of  life  and  love  ! 
 
 2  'Tis  like  the  ointment  fried 
 On  Aaron's  facred  head, 
 
 Divinely -rich,  divinely  fweet  ; 
 
 The  oil  through  all  the  room 
 
 Diffus'd  a  choice  perfume,. 
 Ran  through  his  robes  and  bleft  his  feet. 
 
 3  Like  fruitful  (how'rs  of  rain, 
 Which  water  all  the  plain, 
 
 Defcending  from  the  rieighb'ring  hills  j 
 Such  ftreams  of  pieafure  roll 
 '  Thrdugh-ev'ry  friendly  foul, 
 Where  love,  like  heav'nly  dew,  diflils. 
 
 Psalm  CXXXIV.  Common  Metre. 
 
 Daily  and  nightly  Devolhn. 
 
 1  \Z%  who  obey  th?  immortal  King, 
 X       Attend  his  holy  place* 
 Sow  to  the  glories  of  his  pow'r, 
 And  bkfs  his  wond'rous  grace,, 
 
i56         PSALM'  cxxxv. 
 
 i  Lift  up  your  kinds  by  morning  light, 
 And  fend  vo'itf  fouls  rn  high  ; 
 Raife  >.our  admiring  thoughts  by  nifcbc 
 Above  rlie  ftarry  Ocy. 
 
 The  Cod  of  7Jon  cheers  your  heirrs 
 
 With  rays  of  quick'ning  grace* 
 The  God  who  fpread  the  heav'ns  abroad* 
 
 And  rules  the  fweUiflgf  iVa*. 
 
 'sal  m  CXXXV.   ill  Part.  Lon?  Metre. 
 
 cihc  Church  is  Gr<d's  Rbitfe  and  Car r. 
 !  T>RA1SB  ye  the  Lord  .  exalt  itis'ftame, 
 
 .*.        While  in  his  holy  courts  >e  v.-yii, 
 Vc  faints,  who  to  hit;  houie  belong, 
 Or  Hand  attendant  at  his  gate. 
 
 :  1  raife  ye  the  Lord-;  the  LorA is  gcod; 
 To  p raife  his  name  is  fweef  cvnplov  ; 
 Hr'el  he  chofe  of  old  ;  and  ftiil 
 His  church  is  his  peculiar  joy. 
 
 3  The  Lord  him  felt"  will  judge  his  faints  ; 
 He  treats  his  fervants  as  his  friends  : 
 And,  when  he  hears  their  fore  complaint*! 
 Repent*  the  forrows which  he  fends. 
 
 4  Through  cv'ry  age  the  Lord  declares 
 
 His  name,  and  breaks  th'  opprelVor'G  rod  ; 
 He  giver,  his  fuff'iing  fervants  reft, 
 /  nd  will  be  known  th'  Ahhiglty  Cod. 
 
 c  Blefs  ye  the  Lord,    who  tafte  his  leve, 
 People  and  |«riefts  exalt  h'is  name  : 
 Among  his  faints  he  ever  tUvells  : 
 His  church  is  his  jercfalem." 
 
 Ps  a  l  m  CXXXV.  2d  Part.  Long  Metre. 
 
 V".(t'  IVvrks  cf  Creation,   Prnvid«nce%   R'.dttnpticn  of 
 Ifi'atty   iir.d  Dcfirucli'jtt  if  Enemies. 
 
 i    jO»  UEAT  is  the  Loid,  exalted  high., 
 \j     Above  all  powVj  and  ev'ry  throne; 
 Whate'er  he  r  laai'e,  in  earth  or  tea, 
 Ox  hcav'n,  or  hcjl,  bis. hand  hath  done 
 
PSALM    CXXXV.  257 
 
 %  At  his  command  the  vapours  rife, 
 
 The  iightnings  rlaft,  the  thunders  roar, 
 He  pours  the  rain,  he  brings  the  wind 
 And  tempeft,  from  his  airy  flore. 
 
 3  'Twasuhe  thofe  dreadful  tokens  fent, 
 O  Egypt !  through  thy  ftubborn  land  : 
 When  all  thy  firft-born,  beafts  and  men3 
 Fell  dead  by  his  avenging  hand. 
 
 4  What  mighty  nations,  mighty  kings, 
 Ke  flew,  and  their  whole  country  gave 
 To  Ifr'el,  whom  his  hand  redeem'd, 
 No  more  to  be  proud  Pharaoh's  flaveJ: 
 
 5  Kis  pow'r  the  fame,  the  fame  his  grace, 
 Who  faves  us  from  the  hefts  of  hell ; 
 And  heav'n  he  gives  us  to  poffefs, 
 Whence  thofe  apoft-ate  angels  isil. 
 
 Psalm  CXXXV.  Com.  Metre. 
 
 Praife  due  to  God,  not  to  Idols. 
 
 1  A   WAK-E,  ye  faints,  to  praife  your  King, 
 jf~V      Your  fweeteft  pillions  raife, 
 
 Your  pious  pleafure,  while  you  ling* 
 Increafing  with  the  pr-aiie. 
 
 2  Great  is  the  Lord ;  and  works  unknown 
 
 Are  his  divine  employ  ; 
 But  iiill  his  faints  are  near  his  throne, 
 His  treafure  and  his- joy. 
 
 3  Heav'n,  earth  and  fea,  confefs  his  hand  ; 
 
 He  bids  the  vapours  rife  ; 
 Lightning  and  ftorrn,  at  his  command, 
 Sweep  through  the  founding  fk-ies. 
 
 4  All  pow'r  which,  gods  or  kings  have  clairn'd- 
 
 Is  found  with  him  alone  ; 
 But  heathen  gods  lhould  ne'er  be  nam'd 
 Where  our  Jehovah  's  known. 
 
 5  Which  of  the  flocks  or  ftones  they  tvuit 
 
 Can  give  them  ihow'rs  of  rain  I 
 Y  z 
 
258  T>  S  A  L  lit    CXXXVI. 
 
 In  vain  they  worfhip  gljttVine  duft, 
 And  pray  to. gold  in  v;:in  ! 
 
 (j  [Their  gods  have  tongues  which  cannct  talk» 
 Such  as  their  makers  gave  : 
 '['heir  feet  were  ne'er  delignM  to  walk  ; 
 Nor  hands  have  pow'r  tn  lave. 
 
 7  Blind  are  their  eyes,  their  ears  are  deaf, 
 Nor  hear  when,  mortals  pray  ; 
 Mortals,   who  wait  lor  their  relief, 
 Arc  blind  and  deaf  as  they.] 
 
 S  New-England,  know  thy  living  God, 
 Seryp  him  with  faith  and  fear; 
 He  mikes  thy  churches  his  abode. 
 And  claims  thine  honours  there. 
 
 Psa  l  m  CXXXVI.  Com.  Metre. 
 
 Gcd's  Wonders  cf  Crcaliors   Providence*  Redemption 
 rf  JJrdely  and  Salvation  cf  his  People. 
 
 P»  1VE  thanks  to  Cod,  the  fov'reign  Lord> 
 HJs  merries  Jlill  endure* 
 And  be  the  Kin^  of  kings  ador'd  : 
 His  truth  it  ever  fur e, 
 
 2.  Wliat  wonders  hath  his  wifdom  done  I 
 i i  [onv  mighty  is  bis  bund  I 
 irieav'n,  ranli  and  lea,  he  fram'd  alone; 
 
 H*--L<  Wide  h  fyU  e^mmund  ! 
 
 3   Thp  fun  fupplies  the  day  with  light ; 
 
 f/v'MC  bright  /jii  c-Jhiifcis  jbine  .' 
 The  moon  and  ftars  adorn  the  night.: 
 //,'..  works  arc  ail  divine, 
 
 le  flruck  the  fons  of  Eg-ypt  de^J  ; 
 tiifiu  dreadful  is  bis  red ! 
 
 .  ihfnce,  with  joy,   his  people  led  S 
 ii  Mr  gr<.cic>us  is  oar  G'jd  '. 
 
 <j   He  cleft  the  fwelHng  fea  in  two  j 
 Hit  arm  :'■  Treat  ir:  ;ti?bt  ; 
 
PSALM  C XX XVI.  259 
 
 And  gave  the  tribes  a  pafTage  through  ; 
 His  grace  and pozv'r  unite. 
 
 6  But  Pharaoh's  array  there  he  drown'd  ; 
 
 Hotu  glorious  are  bis  'ways  ! 
 And  brought  his  faints  through  defart  ground ; 
 Eternal  be  his  fwaife. 
 
 7  Great  monarchs  fell  beneath  his  hand  1 
 
 Victor  '011s  is  his  fivord  ; 
 While  Ifr'el  took  the  promis'd  land: 
 And  faithful  is  h/'i  ivcrd'.  J 
 
 8  He  faw  the  nations  dead  in  fin ; 
 
 He  fit  his  fity  i;«w  ; 
 How  lad  the  it  ate  the  world  was  in  ! 
 Ho%t>  boundlefs  iva.s  his  lo-ve  ! 
 
 9  He  fent  to  favc  us  from  our  woe; 
 
 His  goadnefs  never  fails  ! 
 From  death  and  hell,  and  ev'ry  foe; 
 And  Jiil I  bis  grace  nrez-ai'ls. 
 
 io  Give  thanks  to  God*  the  heav'nly  King  ;. 
 His  7nercics  fill  endure  ; 
 LetThe  whole  earth  his  praifes  fing  : 
 His  truth  is  ever  fa  re. 
 
 Psalm  CXXXVI.  Particular  Metre* 
 1   f>  IVE  thanks  to  God  moil  high, 
 \JT     The  tanivcrial  Lord,' 
 The  fov'reign  King  of  kings,, 
 And  be  his  grace  ador'd. 
 
 His  poiv'r  and  grace 
 
 A>e  fill  the  fume  ,",  1 
 
 And  tei  his  a. one. 
 
 Ha-ve  endlef  pmife.  , 
 
 2,  How  mighty  is  his  hand  ?  \ 
 
 VVhat  wonders  hath  he  done  !' 
 He  ibrm'd  the  earth  anil  leas, 
 And  fpread  the  h'eav'ns  ?lone> 
 'Thy  mercy-,   Lords 
 HJ'all  Hill  endure  ; .' 
 
z6o>  PSALM    CXXXVL 
 
 And  ever  fur  c 
 
 Abides  I  by  ivord. 
 
 I  His  wifdom  fram'd  the  fun, 
 To  crown  the  day  with  light ; 
 The  moon  and  twinkling  itars# 
 To  cheer  the  darklbme  night. 
 
 His  pavs'r  and  grace 
 
 Are  fiill  t be  fume  ; 
 
 And  let  bis  name 
 
 Have  etidlefs  praife. 
 
 4  [He  fmote  the  firft-born  fons, 
 The  flow'r  or  Egypt,  dead  ; 
 And  thence  his  chofen  tribes 
 With  joy  and  glory  led. 
 
 Thy  mercy,  Lord, 
 Shall  fiill  endure  ; 
 And  ever  fur  e  , 
 
 Abides  thy  ivord. 
 
 5  His  pow'r  and  lifted  rod 
 Cleft  the  red  fea  in  two  ; 
 And  for  his  people  made 
 
 A  wond'ious  pa'Vage  through* 
 His  pav'r  and  gr.ice 
 Are  fill  the  fame  ; 
 And  let  bis  name 
 Have  endltfs  praffe. 
 
 6  But  cruel  Pharaoh  there, 
 With  all  his  holt,  he  drown'd  ; 
 And  brought  his,  tfr'e!  Cafe 
 Through  a  long  defart,  ground.        ' 
 
 Thy  mercy,   Lord* 
 Shall  fill  endure,  i 
 A"-d  ever  fur  e 
 Abides  thy  iVcrd* 
 
 Pause. 
 ;   The  kings  of  Canaan  fell 
 Beneath  his  dreadful  hand  ; 
 
PSALM    CXXXVI. 
 
 2&r 
 
 While  hts  own  feryants  took 
 Voffeflbn  of  their  land. 
 
 His  pittf'r  and  grace 
 
 Are  fit  11  ibe  fame  / 
 
 And  let  his  rPame 
 
 Have  endltfi  praife.^ 
 
 %  He  faw  the  nations  lie 
 All  perishing  in  fin, 
 And  pity'd  the  fad  ftatc 
 The  ruin'd  world  was  in* 
 
 Thy  mercy,   Lord, 
 
 Shall  fill  endure; 
 
 A'<d  tvtr.fure 
 
 Abides  t by  wird.    . 
 
 g  He  lent  his  on'y  Son 
 To  fave  us  fiom  oar  wo, 
 Ftofii  fatan,  fin  and  death* 
 And  ev'ry  hurtful  foe. 
 
 His  ptnv'r  and  grace 
 
 Are  Jit  1 1  the  funis;  ; 
 
 And  let  his  iiami 
 
 Havi  endlef  fraife<,    ' 
 
 io  Give  thanks  aloud  to  Cod, 
 To  God  the  heav'nly  King; 
 And  let  the  tpacious  eaith 
 His  works  and  glories  ling- 
 
 Thy  mercy,   Lord, 
 
 Shall  Jlill  endure  ; 
 
 And  ever  fute 
 
 Abides  thy  %vord. 
 
 Psa.l-m  CXXXVI,  Long  Metre,  Abridged. 
 
 I    /">  IVE  to  the  Lord  immortal  praife ! 
 VT     fylercy  and  truth  are  all  his  ways  ! 
 Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong, 
 Repeat  bis  mercies  in  your  fong. 
 
 %  Give  to,  the  Lord  of  lords  renown* 
 The  King  of  kings  with  glory  crown,. 
 
zfo       P  SAL  M  cxxxviii. 
 
 His  mercies  ever  Jh all  endwe, 
 
 When  lords  and  kings  arc  known  no-  more. 
 
 3  He  built  the  earth,  he  fpread  the  fky, 
 And  fix'd  the  ftarry  lights  on  high: 
 Wonders  oj  grace  to  God  be/'ovgt 
 Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  fong. 
 
 4  He  fills  the  fun  with  morning  light ; 
 He  bids  the  moon  direct  the  night  ; 
 His  mercies  ever  flail  endure , 
 
 When  funs  and  moons  mall  Chine  no  more. 
 
 §   The  Jews  he  freed  from  Pharaoh's  hand. 
 And  brought  them  to  the  promis'd  land  I 
 Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belongs 
 Repeat  his  mercies  inyourfr.g. 
 
 6  He  faw  the  Gentiles  dead  in  fin, 
 And  felt  his  pity  work  within  : 
 His  mercies  ever  fhall  endure-, 
 
 When  death  and  fin  fhall  reign-wo  more. 
 
 7  yie  feat  his  fon,  with  pow'r  to  fave 
 From  guilt  and  darknefs,  and  the  grave  ; 
 Wonders  of  grace  to  God  b -long,- 
 
 Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  fong. 
 
 8  Through  this  vain  world  he  guides  our  feet, 
 And  leads  us  to  his  heav'nly  fear  : 
 
 His  mercies  ex>er  fhall  endure^ 
 
 When  this  vain  world  fhall  be  no  more. 
 
 Psalm  CXXXVHI.  Long  Metre. 
 
 Rejloring  and  preferring  Grace. 
 
 1    \A  ^ 'TI^  a11  my  pow'rs  of  heart  and  tongue 
 V  V        I'll  praife  my  Makej  in  my  fong  ; 
 Angels  fnali  hear  the  notes  I  raii'e, 
 Approve  the  fong,  and  join  the  praife, 
 
 a  [Angels,  who  make  thy  church  their  carc» 
 Shall  witnefs  my  devotion  there, 
 While  holy  zeal  dire&s  mine  eyes 
 To  thy  fair  temple  in  the  ikies.  ^ 
 
PSALM    CXXXIX.  >i65 
 
 3  I'll  ting  thy  truth,  and  mercy,  Lord, 
 I'll  fing  the  wonders  of  thy  word  ; 
 Not  all  the  works  and  names  below 
 So  much  thy  povv'r  and  glory  ihow. 
 
 4  To  God  I  cry'd,  when  troubles  rofe  ; 
 He  heard  me,  and  fubdu'd  my  foes : 
 He  did  my  riling  fears  controul," 
 
 And  ftrength  diifus'd  through  all  my  foul. 
 
 5  The  God  of  heav'n  maintains  his  ftate, 
 Frowns  on  the  proud,  and  fcorns  thegreat> 
 But  from  his  throne  defcends  to  fee 
 
 The  fons  of  humble  poverty. 
 
 6  Amidft  a  thoufand  fnares  I  ftand, 
 Upheld  and  guarded  by  thy  hand  : 
 Thy  words  my  fainting  foul  revive, 
 And  keep  my  dying  faith  alive. 
 
 f  Grace  will  complete  what  grace  begins, 
 To  fave  from  forrows  or  from  fins  : 
 The  work  which  wifdom  undertakes 
 Eternal  mercy  ne'er  ferfakes. 
 
 Psalm  CXXXIX.   lit  Part.  Long  Metre. 
 
 The  all -feeing  God. 
 
 i    ]  "    ORD,  thou  haft  fearch'd  and  feen  me  thro'  ; 
 L  j     Thine  eye  commands  with  piercing  view 
 My  rifing  and  my  refting  hours, 
 My  heart  and  fieih,  with  all  theft*  pow'rs. 
 
 2  My  thoughts,  before  they  are  my  own, 
 Are  to  my  God  ciiiiinctly  known  ; 
 
 He  knows  the  words  I  mean  to  ipeak 
 E'er  from  my  op'ning  lips  they  break. 
 
 3  Within  thy  circling  pow'r  I  ftand  ; 
 On  ev'ry  tide  I  rind  thy  hand  : 
 Awake,  alleep,  at  home,  abroad, 
 
 1  am  furrounded  ftill  with  God. 
 
 4  Amazing  knowledge,  vaft  and  great ! 
 What  large  extent  !  what  lofty  height  J 
 
«6j  PS  A  L  Af  CXXXIX. 
 
 My  fou!,  with  ail  the  pow'ts  I  boart» 
 la  in  the  bound  id's  profpect  lolt. 
 
 j  O  may  tbefe  thi.ugbtt  p'ffft  my  l>>  s*ifi 
 IVhtre  c'tr  J  rt-z/t,   tuber*  t*t*yl  r>ji  ! 
 A'^r  (*i  t»y  meaner  pajfi  vt  dare 
 C*>if>.>it  u  fin,  for  G.d  is  there. 
 
 P  A    U    3    t     I. 
 
 4  Could  I  fo  falfe,  to  faithjefs  yrove, 
 To  quit  thy  lervice  aiui  thy  love, 
 Whcie,  Lord,  could  1  thy  pref'ence  fhu.fi, 
 Or  irum  thy  dreadful  glory  run  ? 
 
 7  If  ttp  to  heav'n  I  take  my  flight, 
 
 *'l  ib  tnere  thou  dwelFft  cnihron'd  in  light; 
 Or  dive  to  hell,  there  vengeance  reigns, 
 And  latan  groans  beneath'  his  cuaina. 
 
 5  Ir',  mounted  on  a  morning  ray, 
 i  rly  beyona  the  Weitt-rn  lea, 
 
 Thy  iwitter  hand  would  ririt  arrivei 
 And  there  arrei;  thy  fugitive. 
 
 9  Or  ih  on  Id  I  try  to  thwn  thy  fight 
 Beneath  the  fpieadmg  vail  of  night. 
 One  glance  of  thin.,  one  piercing  ray# 
 Woulu  kindle  da.knds  into  day. 
 
 10  O  may  thfe  ib.ugbit  pnfftft  my  breafi 
 Whh  re  e'er  I  rove,   iv»rt{  e'$r  J  rejt  ! 
 /ir'^r  let  my  meaner  paj/izm  dare 
 Cop/cat  to  fin,  for  L,  d  is  there. 
 
 P  a  u  £  a     If. 
 
 j  r  The  vail  of  r  i^ht  is  no  dif^uife, 
 
 Nor  fcreen  from  t>»y  all-feaichiHg  eyes; 
 Thy  hawd  can  leize  thv  toes  as  loon 
 Through  midnjghi  thades.  as  Staling  noon. 
 
 ji  Midnight  and  noon,  in  this  agree, 
 Great  Cod.  they  're  both  aike  to  thee; 
 >;.r."  death  can  hide  what  God  will  ipy, 
 And  heil  hw  ;ulud  to  hi  a  eye. 
 
PSJLM    CXXXIX.         *8§ 
 
 rj    O  may  theft  thoughts  p^ffefs  my  bredft 
 IVhere  e'er  I  rofe,   where  e'er  I  rcji  .' 
 Nor  tet  my  meaner  pajjions  dare 
 Confent'tojia,  for  God  is  there. 
 
 P  s  &  £  m  CXXXIX.  2d  Part.  Long  Metre. 
 
 ■  The  ivTifderful  Formation  of  Man, 
 
 i    J  HP  WAS  from  thy  hand,  my  God,  I  came*" 
 X       A  work  of  fuch  a  curious  fiam£  \ 
 In  me  thy  fearful  wonders  mine, 
 And  each  proclaim  thy  will  divine.  . 
 
 ■z  Thins  eyes  did  all  my  limbs  furvey, 
 Which  yet  in  dark  confufion  lay  : 
 Thou  faw'It  the  daily  growth  they  took, 
 Form'd  by  the  model  of  thy  book. 
 
 j  By  thee  my  growing  parts  were  nam'd, 
 And  what  thy  fov 'reign  counfels  fram'd 
 (The  breathing  lungs,  the  beating  heart 
 Were  copy'd  with  unerring  art. 
 
 4  At  laft,  to  mew  my  Maker's  name, 
 God  ftamp'd  his  image  on  my  frame, 
 And  in  fome  unknown  moment  join'd 
 The  rmifh'd  members  to  the  mind. 
 
 5  There'the  young  feeds  of  thought  begam 
 And  all  the  pafiions  of  the  man  : 
 
 Great  God,  our  infant  nature  pays 
 Immortal  tribute  to  thy  pralfc. 
 
 P     A  -  U     S     £  . 
 
 t>  Lord,  fince  in  my  advancing  age 
 I've  acted  on  life's  bufy  ftage. 
 Thy  thoughts  of  love  to  me  furmount 
 The  pow'r  of  numbers  to  recount. 
 
 7  I  could  furvey  the  ocean  o'er, 
 
 And  count  each  fand  which  makes  the  (hore» 
 Before  my  fwifteft  thoughts  could  trace 
 The  num'j-ous  wonders  of  thy  grace, 
 Z 
 
266  PSALM    CXXXIX. 
 
 S  Thcfe  on  my  heart  are  (till  impreft, 
 With  thefe  I  give  mine  eyes  to  reft: 
 And  at  my  waking  hour  I  find 
 God  and  his  !cvc  poiTcfs  my  mind. 
 
 Psalm   CXXXIX.   3d  Part.  Long  Metre. 
 
 Sincerity  proftji,  &nd  Grace  tried;  or,    The  heart- 
 /torching  Gcd. 
 
 x   "|\/TY   Cod,  what  inward  grief  I  feel 
 
 IV JL  When  imp'ous  men  tranfgiefs  thy  will! 
 I  mourn  to  hear  their  lips  profane 
 lake  thy  tremendous  name  in  vain. 
 
 5  Does  not  my  foul  deleft  and  hate 
 The  fons  or  malice  and  deceit  ? 
 Thcfe  who  oppofe  thy  laws  and  thee, 
 1  count  them  enemies  to  me. 
 
 3   Lord,  fearch  my  foul,  try  eY'ry  thought; 
 Though  my  own  heart  accufe  me  not 
 Of  walking  in  a  falfe  difguife, 
 1  beg  the  trial  of  thine  eyes. 
 
 Doth  fecrct  mifchief  lurk  within  ? 
 Do  I  indulge  forne  unknown  iin  ? 
 O  turn  my  feet  whene'er  I  ftray, 
 And  lead  me  in  thy  perfect  way. 
 
 Psalm  CXXXIX.  ill:  Part.  Com.  Metre. 
 
 Gcd  is  every  ivbere. 
 1    TN  all  my  vaft  concerns  with  thee, 
 X   In  vain  my  foul  would  try 
 To  thun  thy  prefence,   Lord,  or  flee 
 The  notice  of  thine  eye. 
 
 a  Thine  all  furrounding  fight  fuiveys 
 My  riling  and  my  reft, 
 My  public  walks,  my  private  ways, 
 And  fecrets  of  my  breaft. 
 
 3 
 
 My  thoughts  lie  open  to  the  Lord, 
 Before  they're  form'd  wirhia  ; 
 
PS  AL  M     CXXXIX  i6-j: 
 
 And,  ere  my  lips  pronounce  the  word, 
 He  knows  the  fcnfe  I  mean. 
 
 4  O  wond'rous  knowledge,  deep  and  high  ! 
 
 Where  can  a  creature  hide  i 
 Within  thy  circling  arms  I  lie, 
 Befet  on  ev'ry  fide. 
 
 5  So  let  thy  grace  furround  me  ftill, 
 
 And  like  a  bulwark  prove, 
 To  guard  my  foul  from  ev'ry  ill» 
 Secui'd  by  fov'reign  love. 
 Pause. 
 
 6  Lord,  where  mall  guilty  fouls  retire  ? 
 
 Forgotten  and  unknown  ; 
 In  hell  they  meet  thy  dreadful  fire* 
 In  heav'n  thy  glor'ous  throne. 
 
 7  Should  I  funpreis  my  vital  breath, 
 To  'fcape  the  wrath  divine. 
 
 Thy  voice  would  brenk  the  bars  oFoEeath, 
 And  make  the  grave  refign. 
 
 If,  wing'd  with  beams  of  morning-light, 
 
 I  fly  beyond  the  Weft, 
 Thy  hand,  which  muit  fupport  my  flights 
 
 Would  foon  betray  my  reft. 
 
 If  o'er  my  fins  I  think  to  draw 
 
 The  curtains  of  the  night, 
 Thofe  flaming  eyes  which  guard  thy  law* 
 
 Would  turn  the  fhades  to  light. 
 
 The  beams  of  noon,  the  midnight-hour, 
 
 Are  both  alike  to  thee  : 
 O  may  I  ne'er  provoke  that  pow'r 
 From  which  I  cannot  flee  ! 
 
 Psalm  CXXXIX.  z&  Part.  Com.  Met. 
 
 The  ivifdom  of  God  in  the  Fsrmailon  of  Man. 
 
 I  \  X  THEN  1  with  pleafing  wonder  iiand-, 
 V  r       And  all  my  frame  furvey, 
 
268  PSALM    CXXXIX* 
 
 Lord,  'tis  thy  work  ;  I  own  thy  hand 
 Thus  built  my  humble  clay. 
 
 a  Thy  hand  my  heart  and  reins  pofleit 
 Where  unborn  nature  grew  ; 
 Thy  wifdom  all  my  features  trac'd» 
 And  all  my  members  drew. 
 
 3  Thine  eye  with  nicefl  care  furvey'd 
 
 The  growth  of  ev'ry  parti 
 Till  the  who)';  Ibheme  thy  thoughts  had  laid 
 Was  copy'd  by  thine  art. 
 
 4  Heav'n,  earth  and  fea,  and  fire  and  windj 
 
 Shew  me  ihy  wond'rous  (kill  ; 
 But  1  review  niyfelf,  and  find 
 Diviner  wonders  ftill. 
 
 5  Thy  awful  glories  round  me  fhine  ; 
 
 My  He  In  proclaims  thy  prail'e  ; 
 Lord,  to  thy  works  of  nature  join 
 Thy  miracles  of  grace. 
 
 Ps  a  l  w  CXXXIX.  3d  Part.  Com.  Met. 
 
 'Ike  mercies  of  God  innumerable. 
 
 An  Evening  Pfalm. 
 
 1  T    OPD,  when  T  count  thy  mercies  o'er, 
 I—*     They  ftrike  me  with  lurprife  ; 
 Not  all  the  lands  which  fpiead  the  fhore 
 To  equal  numbers  rife. 
 
 ■2  My  flefh  with  fear  and  wonder  flands 
 The  product  of  thy  fkill  ; 
 And  hourly  bleilings,  from  thy  hands* 
 Thy  thoughts  of  love  reveal. 
 
 3  Thefe  on  my  heart  by  night  I  keep  ; 
 How  kind,  how  dear  to  me  ! 
 O  may  the  hour  which  ends  my  fleep 
 Still  find  my  thoughts  with  thee. 
 
PSALM    CXLI,  CXLII.        z6g 
 Psalm     CXLI.     Long  Metre. 
 
 JVutchfulnefs  and  brotherly   Reproof,. 
 
 A  Morning  or  Evening  Pfalm. 
 Y  God,  accept  my  early  vows 
 
 Like  morning  incenfe  in  thine  houfe, 
 And  let  my  nightly  worihip  rife 
 Sweet  as  the  ev'ning  facririce. 
 
 2  Watch  o'er  my  lips,  and  guard  them,  Lord, 
 From  ev'ry  ra(h  and  heedlefs  word  ; 
 
 Nor  let-  my  feet  incline  to  tread 
 The  guilty  path  where  finners  lead. 
 
 3  O  may  the  right'ous,  when  I  flray, 
 Smite  and  reprove  my  wand'ring  way  ! 
 Their  gentle  words,  like  ointment  ihed, 
 Shall  never  bruile,  but  cheer  my  head.     " 
 
 4  When  I  behold  them  prefb  with  grief 
 I'll  cry  to  heav'n  for  their  relief; 
 And  by  my  warm  petitions  prove 
 How  much  I  prize  their  faithful  leve. 
 
 Psalm  CXLII.  Com.  Met. 
 
 God  is  the  hope  nf  the  helplcfs. 
 I  rT",0  God  I  made  my  forrows  known  ; 
 JL       From  God  1  fought  relict ; 
 In  long  complaints  before  his  throne, 
 I  pour'd  out  all  my  grief, 
 a  My  foul  was  overwhelm'd  with  Woes, 
 My  hear:  began  to  break  ; 
 My  God,  who  ail  my  burdens- knows, - 
 He  knows  the  way  I  take. 
 
 3  On  ev'ry  fide  I  cad  mine  eye, 
 
 And  found  my  helpers  gone, 
 ¥/hi!e  friends  and  lirangeis  pafs'-d  me  by?-  - 
 Neglecled  or  unknown. 
 
 4  Then  did  I  raiie  a  louder  cry, 
 
 And  call  d  thy  mercy  near  ; 
 m  Thou  art  my  portion  when  I  die,- 
 Be  thou  my  refuge  here." 
 Z  z 
 
27o  PSALM    CXLII1, 
 
 5  Lord,  I  am  brought  exceeding  low; 
 
 Now  let  thine  car  attend  ; 
 And  make  my  foes,  who  vex  me,  know 
 I've  an  Almighty  friend. 
 
 6  I  rem  my  fad  prifon  fet  me  free, 
 
 Then  ihall  I  praife  thy  name; 
 And  holy  men  ihall  join  with  me 
 Thy  kiudi.efs  to  proclaim. 
 
 Psalm  CXLIII.  Long  Metre. 
 
 Complaint  of  heavy  sn/Jiilions  in  Mind  and  Body. 
 
 J    ~\  /FY  righteous  Judge,  my  gracious  God, 
 JAJL      Hear  when  I  lpread  my  hands  abioadi 
 And  cry  for  fuccour  from  thy  throne, 
 
 0  make  thy  truth  and  mercy  known  ! 
 
 2  Let  judgment  not  againft  me  pafs  ; 
 Behold  thy  fervant  pleads  thy  grace  ! 
 Should  juitice  call  us  to  thy  bar, 
 No  mari  alive  is  guiltlefs  there. 
 
 3  Look  down  in  pity,  Lord,  and  fee 
 The  mighty  woes  which  burden  me  ; 
 Down  to  the  duft  my  life  is  brought, 
 Like  one  long  bury'd  and  forgot. 
 
 4  I  dwell  in  darknefs  and  unfeen. 
 My  heart  is  dcfolate  within  : 
 
 My  thoughts  ia  muf.ng  filence  trace 
 The  ancient  wonders  of  thy  grace. 
 
 r   Thence  I  derive  a  glimpfe  of  hope, 
 To  bear  my  finking  1'pirits  up  ; 
 
 1  ftretch  my  hands  to  God  ajjain, 
 And  thirfti  like  parched  Lands  tor  rain. 
 
 i>  For  thee  I  thirft,  I  pray,  I  mourn  ; 
 When  will  thy  fmiling  face  return  ? 
 Shall  all  my  joys  on  earth  remove,  • 
 And  God  forever  hide  his  love  ? 
 
 -    My  God,  thy  long  delay  to  fave 
 Will  link  thy  pris'ner  tr>  the  grave  ; 
 
P  &AL  M   CXLIV.  271 
 
 My  heart  grows  faint,  and  dim  mine  eye  5 
 Make  hafte  to  help,  before  I  die. 
 
 S  The  night  is  witnefs  to  my  tears, 
 Diftreffing  pains,  diftrefTing  fears  ; 
 O  might  I  hear  thy  morning  voice? 
 How  would  my  weary'd  pow'rs  rejoice! 
 
 9  In  thee  I  truft,  to  thee  I  figh, 
 And  lift  my  heavy  foul  on  high  : 
 For  thee  lit  waiting  all  the  day, 
 And  wear  the  tireibme  hours  away. 
 
 10  Break  off  my  fetters,  Lord,  and  fhow 
 Which  is  the  path  my  feet  fhouid  go  ; 
 If  fnares  and  foes  bei'et  the  road, 
 
 I  fly  to  hide  me  near  my  God. 
 
 11  Teach  me  to  do  thy  holy  will, 
 And  lead  me  to  thy  heav'nly  hill  5 
 Let  the  good  fpirit  of  thy  love 
 Conduct  me  to  thy  courts  above. 
 
 1-2  Then  (hall  my  foul  no  more  complaint 
 The  tempter  then  fhall  rage  in  vain  ; 
 And  fielh,  which  was  my  foe  before, 
 Shall  never,  vex.  my  fpirit  more, 
 
 Psalm  CXLIV.  ift  Part.  Com.  Metre*.. 
 
 jijjijlance  and '  ViEIory  in  the  fyirhual  Warfare , 
 
 I  THOREVER  bleffed  be  the  Lord, 
 JL      My  Saviour  and  my  ihield  ; 
 He  fendsr.his  fpirit  with  his  word, 
 To  arm  me  for  the  field. 
 
 1  When  fin  r.nd  hell  their  force  uniie, 
 He  makes  my  foul  his  care, 
 Inftrucis  me  to  the  heav'nly  fight, 
 And  guards  me  through  the  war. 
 
 3.  A  friend  and  helper  fo  divine 
 
 Doth  my  weak  courage  raife  ;  - 
 He  makes  the  glor'ous  vicl'ry  mme-j 
 And  hisjhail  be  the  praife. 
 
272     PS  AL  M    CXLIV,  CXLV. 
 Psalm  CXLIV.  2d  Part.  Com.  Metre. 
 
 The  Vanity  of  Man,  and  Cond<fcevJi'>n  of  God, 
 
 i    T    ORD,  what  is  man,  poor  feeble  man* 
 JL^     Born  of  the  earth  at  firft  ! 
 His  life  a  fhadow,  light  and  vairii 
 Still  hafting  to  the  dult. 
 £  O  what  is  feeble,  dying  man, 
 Or  any  of  his  race, 
 That  God  lhould  make  it  his  concern 
 To  vifit  him  with  grace  ? 
 3  That  God,  who  darts  his  lightnings  down> 
 Who  fhakes  the  world  above, 
 And  mountains  tremble  at  his  frown, 
 How  wond'rous  is  his  love  ! 
 
 Psalm  CXLIV.  3d  Part.  Long  Metre. 
 
 Grace  above  Riches  ;  cr,  The  happy  Nation. 
 
 I    T_T  APPY  the  city  where  their  fens 
 XJ.     Like  pillars  round  a  palace  feft 
 And  daughters,  bright  as  poiilh'd  (tones, 
 Give  ftrcngth  and  beauty  to  the  ltate. 
 
 a  Happy  the  country  where  the  ihecp, 
 Cattle  and  corn,  have  large  increafe  ; 
 Where  men  fecureiy  work  or  fleep, 
 Nor  ions  of  plunder  break  their  peace. 
 
 3  Happy  the  nation  thus  endow'd, 
 Cut  more  divinely  bleft  are  thofe 
 On  whom  the  all-fufficient  God 
 Himfelfi  with  ail  his  grace,  befto^s. 
 
 Psalm  CXLV.   Long  Metre. 
 
 The  Greatnefs  of  God. 
 
 I   TV  K Y  God,  my  King,  thy  var'ous  praifc 
 -IViL      Shali  fill  the  remnant  of  my  days  :  ' 
 Thy  grace  employ  my  humble  tongue*. 
 Till  death  and  glory  rahfe  the  fong. 
 
 X  The  wings  of  ev'ry  hour  f.iali  bear 
 Some  thankful  tribure  to  thine  car  3. 
 
PSALM  CXLV.  2Tj 
 
 Arid  ev'ry  fetting  fun  mall  fee~ 
 New  warks  of  duty  dons  for  thee. 
 
 3  Thy  troth  and  juftice  I'll  proclaim  ; 
 Thy  bounty  flows,  an  endlefs  ftream  ; 
 Thy  mercy  fwift;   thine  anger  flow, 
 But  dreadful  to  the  itubborn  foe. 
 
 4  Thy  works  with  fov'reign  glory  fhine» 
 And  fpeak  thy  Nfajefty  divine  ; 
 
 All  nations  round  their  mores  proclaim* 
 The  found  and  honour  of  thy 'name. 
 
 5  Let  diftant  times  and  nations  raife 
 Tne  long  fucceifion  of  thy  praife  ; 
 And  unborn  ages  make  my  fong 
 The  joy  and  labour  of  their  tongue. 
 
 6  But  who  can  fpeak  thy  wond'rous  deeds  ? 
 Thy  greatnefs  all  our  thoughts  exceeds  j 
 Vail  and  unfearchable  thy  ways ; 
 
 Vaft  and  immortal  be  thy  praife  ! 
 
 Psalm  CXLV.   ift  Part.  Com.  Metre. 
 
 The  Greatnefs  c/"Coa. 
 
 i   T    ONG  as  I  live  I'll  blefs  thy  name, 
 JL-i     My  King,  my  God  of  love; 
 
 My  work  and  joy  mall  be  the  fame 
 In  the  bright  world  above. 
 
 a  Great  is  the  Lord,  his  pow'r  unknownj 
 And  let  his  praife  be  great  ; 
 I'll  ling  the  honours  of  thy  throne» 
 Thy  works  of  grace  repeat. 
 
 3  Thy  grace  mall  dwell  upon  my  tongues 
 
 And,  while  my  lips  rejoice, 
 The  men  who  hear  my  facred  fong 
 Shall  join  their  cheerful  voice. 
 
 4  Fathers  to  fons  mall  teach  thy  name, 
 
 And  children  learn  thy  ways  ; 
 
 Ages  to  come  thy  truth  proclaim, 
 
 And  nations  found  thy  praife. 
 
274  PSALM    CXLV. 
 
 5  Thy  glov'ous  deeds  of  ancient  date 
 
 Shall  through  the  world  be  known  ; 
 Thine  arm  of  pow'r,  thy  heav'nly  Rate, 
 With  public  fplendour  fhown. 
 
 6  The  world  is  mana^'d  by  thy  hands; 
 
 Thy  faints  are  rul'd  by  love  ; 
 And  thine  eternal  kingdom  ftands. 
 Though  rocks  and  hills  remove. 
 
 Psalm  CXLV.  2d  Part.  Com.  Metre. 
 
 'The  Goodnefs  f>J  God. 
 
 i    Q WEET  is  the  mero'ry  of  thy  grace» 
 O     My  God»  my  heav'nly  King  ; 
 Let  age  to  a^e  thy  righteoufcefs 
 .  In  longs  of  glory  ling. 
 
 a  God  reigns  on  high,  *but  not  confines 
 Hfs  goodnefs  to  the  (kits  ; 
 Through  tj>e  whole  earth  his  bounty  Amies, 
 And  ev'ry  want  fupplies. 
 
 3  With  longing  eyes  thy  creatures  wait 
 
 On  thee  for  daily  food  : 
 Thy  lih'rul  hand  provides  their  meat, 
 And  hlli  their  mouths  with  good. 
 
 4  How  kind  are  thy  companions,  Lord  ! 
 
 How  How  thine  anger  moves  ! 
 How  foon  he  fen  Is  his  pard'ning  word 
 To  cheer  the  foul  he  loves. 
 
 5  Creatures,  with  ail  their  endlefs  race. 
 
 Thy  pow'r  and  praife  proclaim  ; 
 But  faints,  who  tafte  thy  richer  grace, 
 Delight  to  blefs  thy  name. 
 
 Psalm  CXLV.   3d  Part.   Com.  Metre. 
 
 Mercy  to  Sufferers  ;   or,  God  bearing  Prayer. 
 
 •L 
 
 ET  ev'ry  tongue  thy  goodnefs  fpe;,«k> 
 Thou  foY 'reign  Lord  of  all  ; 
 
PSALM    CXLVI.  275 
 
 Thy  ftrer.gth'ning  hands  uphold  the  weak. 
 And  raife  the  poor  who  tall. 
 
 2  When  forrow  bows  the  fplrit  down, 
 
 Or  viriue  lies  diftreft 
 Beneath  fome  proud  oppreffor's  frown. 
 Thou  giv'it  the  mourners  reft. 
 
 3  The  Lord  fupports  our  tott'ring  days, 
 
 And  guides  our  giddy  youth  : 
 
 Holy  and  juft  are  all  thy  ways, 
 
 And  all  thy  words  are  truth. 
 
 -4  He  knows  the  pain  his  fervants  feel, 
 He  hears  his  children  cry, 
 And,  their  bell  withes  to  fulfil, 
 His  grace  is  ever  nigh. 
 
 5  His  mercy  never  fhall  remove 
 
 From  men  of  heart  fincere  ; 
 He  faves  the  fouls  whole  humble  love 
 Is  join'd  with  hdy  rear. 
 
 6  [His  ftubborn  foes  his  fword  (hall  Hay, 
 
 And  pierce  their  hearts  with  pain  ; 
 
 But  none  who  ferve  the  Lord  (hall  fay, 
 
 "  They  fought  his  aid  in  vain."] 
 
 J  [My  lips  ihall  dwell  upon  his  praife,. 
 And  fpread  his  fame  abroad  ; 
 Let  all  the  fohs  of  Adam  raife 
 The  honours  of  their  God-] 
 
 Psalm  CXLVI.  Long  Metre. 
 
 Praife  to  God  for  his  Goodnefs  and  Truth, 
 
 ■-J    "QRAISE  ye  the  Lord  ;    my  heart  fhail  joia 
 JL        In  works  fo  pleafant,  fo  divine  j 
 Now  while  thefteth  is  mine  abode, 
 And  when  my  foul  afcends  to  God. 
 
 «  Praife  mail  employ  my  nobleft  pow'rs, 
 While  immortality  endures  : 
 My  days  of  praife  fhall  ne'er  be  paft, 
 While  life  and  thought  and  being  laft. 
 
276 
 
 PS  At  M    CXLV'I. 
 
 3  Why  fhould  I  make  a  man  my  truft  ? 
 Princes  mult  die  and  turn  to  duit ; 
 
 Their  breath  departs,  their  pomp  and  pow'r, 
 And  thoughts,  all  vanilh  in  an  hour. 
 
 4  Happy  the  man,  whole  hopes  rely 
 On  Ilr'el's  God  !  he  made  the  fky, 
 
 And  earth,  and  feas,  with  all  their  train, 
 And  none  mall  find  his  piomife  vain. 
 
 5  His  truth  forever  ftand-3  fecure  : 
 
 He  laves  th'  opprefb,  he  feeds  the  poor  ; 
 He  fends  the. lab'ring  confeience  peace, 
 And  grants  the  pris'ner  fvveet  reieak. 
 
 6  The  Lord  hath  eyes  to  give  the  blind  ; 
 The  Lord  fupports  the  linking  mind  ; 
 He  helps  the  ltranger  in  diftrefs, 
 
 The  widow  and  the  fatherleis. 
 
 7  He  loves  his  faints,  he  knows  them  well, 
 But  turns  the  wicked  down  to  hell  : 
 Thy  God,  .0  Zion  !  ever  reigns ; 
 Praife'him  in  everlafting  ftraics. 
 
 Psalm  CXLVI.  Particular  Metre. 
 
 Pralfe    to    God  for    bit   Gvdnefs  and    Truth. 
 
 j   T'LL  praife  my  Maker  with  my  breath  ; 
 JL      And,  when  my  voice  is  loft  in  death, 
 
 Praife  fhall  employ  my  nobler  pow'rs  ; 
 My  days  of  praife  1  h all  ne'er  be  paft 
 While  life  and  thought  and  being  laft, 
 
 Or  immortality  endures. 
 
 2.  .Why  fhould  I  make  a  man  my  truft  ? 
 Princes  mult  die  and  turn  to  dult  ; 
 
 Vain  is  the  -help  of  fleih  and  blood  ; 
 Their  breath  departs,  their  pomp  and  pow'f, 
 And  thoughts,  all  vanifh  in  an  hour, 
 
 Nor  can  they  make  their  promile  good. 
 
 3  Happy  the  man,  whofe  hopes  rely 
 On  Ilr'el's  God  ;  he  made  the  fky, 
 
PSALM    CXLVII.  277 
 
 And  earth  and  feas,.  with  all  their  train; 
 His  truth  forever  fiands  fecure  ; 
 He  faves  th5  oppveft,  he  feeds  the  poor, 
 
 And  none  {frail  find  his  promife  vain. 
 
 \  The  Lord  hath  eyes  to  give  the  blind  ; 
 The  Lord  fuppoi  ts  the  finking  mind ; 
 
 He  fends  the  lab'ring  confluence  peace  ; 
 He  helps  the  ftranger  in  diftrefs, 
 The  widow  and  the  fatherlefs, 
 
 And  grants  the  pris'ner  fvveet  releafe. 
 
 5  He  loves  his  faints  ;  he  knows  them  well, 
 But  turns  the  wicked  down  to  hell  : 
 
 Thy  God,  O  Zion  !  ever  reigns  : 
 _  Let  ev'ry  tongue*  let  ev'ryage, 
 In  this  exalted  work  engage  : 
 Praife  him  in  everlafting  ftrains. 
 
 6  I'll  praife  him  while  he  lends  me  breath, 
 And,  when  my  voice  is  loft  in  death, 
 
 Praife  fhall  employ  my  nobler  pow'rs  : 
 My  days  of  praife  thall  ne'er  be  paft 
 While  life  and  thought  and  being  laft, 
 
 Or  immortality  endures. 
 
 Psalm  CXLVII.    1  ft  Part.  Long  Metre. 
 
 The  Divine  Nature*  Providence  and  Grace. 
 
 1  T>RAISE  ye  the  Lord  ;  'tis  good  to  raife 
 X       Our  hearts  and  voices  ia  his  praife ; 
 -His  nature  and  his  works  invite 
 
 To  make  this  duty  our  delight. 
 
 2  The  Lord  builds  up  Jerufalem, 
 And  gathers  nations  to  his  name : 
 His  mercy  melts  the  flubbom  foul, 
 And  makes  the  broken  fpirit  whole. 
 
 3  He  form'd  the  ftars,  thofe  heav'nly  flames  ; 
 He  counts  their  numbers,  calls  their  names  : 
 His  wifdom  's  vaft,  and  knows  no  bound  ; 
 A  deep,  where  all  our  thoughts  are  drown'd* 
 
 Aa 
 
278  PSALM    CXLY11. 
 
 4  Great  is  our  Lordi  and  great  his  might ; 
 And  all  his  glories  infinite  : 
 
 He  crowns  the  meek,  rewards  the  juft. 
 And  treads  the  wicked  to  the  dult. 
 Pause. 
 
 5  Sing  to  the  Lord,  exalt  him  high. 
 
 Who  fpreads  his  clouds  all  round  the  (ley; 
 There  he  prepares  the  fruitful  rain, 
 Nor  lets  the  drops  defcend  in  vain. 
 
 6  He  makes  the  grafs  the  hills  adorny 
 And  clothes  the  fmiling  fields  with  corn  ; 
 The  beafts  with  food  his  hands  fupply, 
 And  the  young  ravens  when  they  cry. 
 
 7  What  is  the  creature's  (kill  or  force, 
 The  fprightly  man,  the  warlike  horfe  ? 
 The  nimble  wit,  the  active  limb, 
 
 All  are  too  mean  delights  for  him. 
 
 S  Cut  faints  are  lovely  in  his  fight  ; 
 He  views  his  children  with  delight ; 
 He  fees  their  hope,  he  knows  their  fear ; 
 And  looks  and  loves  his  image  there. 
 
 Psalm  CXLVII.  2d  Part.  Long  Metre, 
 
 Summer  and  Winter. 
 
 A    Song   for   America. 
 
 3    /"COLUMBIA  !  rraife  thy  mighty  God, 
 Vv      And  make  his  honours  known  abroad.; 
 He  bids  the  ocean  ro'.md  thee  flow  ; 
 Not  bars  of  brafs  could  guard  thee  fo. 
 
 2  Thy  children  are  fecure  and  bleft  ; 
 Thy  ihores  have  peace,  thy  cities  reft  ; 
 He  feeds  thy  fons  with  fincft  wheat, 
 And  adds  his  bleffing  to  their  meat. 
 
 3  Thy  changing  feaLns  he  ordains, 
 Thine  early  and  thy  latter  rains ; 
 
 His  rlakes  of  l'now  like  wo^l  he  fends, 
 And  thus  the  Jpiinging  corn  defends. 
 
PSALM    C XL VII.  2  7£ 
 
 4  With  hoary  froft  he  ftrews  the  ground  ; 
 His  hail  defcends  with  clattering  found  ; 
 Where  is  the  man  fo  vainly  bold 
 
 Who  dares  defy  his  dreadful  cold  ? 
 
 5  He  bids  the  fouthern  breezes  blow  ; 
 The  ice  diifolves,.  the  waters  fiow  : 
 But  he  hath  nobler  works  and  ways* 
 America  !  to  draw  thy  praife. 
 
 6  In  all  thy  climes  his  laws  are  fhown, 
 His  goipel  through  the  nation  known  r 
 He  hath  not  thus  reveal'd  his  word 
 To  ev'ry  land  :  praife  ye  the  Lora  ! 
 
 Psalm  CXLVII.  Com.  Metre. 
 
 The  Seafons  of  the  Year. 
 
 ITH  fongs  and  honours  founding  loud 
 Addreis  the  Lord  on  high  j 
 Over  the  heav'ns  he  fpreads  his  cloud* 
 And  waters  veil  the  fky. 
 
 2  He  fends  his  fhow'rs  of  bleffing  down 
 To  cheer  the  plains  below  ; 
 He  makes  the  grafs  the  mountains  crown. 
 And  corn  in  vallies  grow. 
 
 2  He  gives  the  grazing  ox  his  meat ; 
 He  hears  the  ravens  cry  ; 
 But  man,  who  taftes  the  fineft  wheat* 
 Should  raife  his  honours  high. 
 
 4  His  fteady  counfel-s  change  the 
 
 Of  the  declining  year  » 
 He  bids  the  fun  cut  Inert  his  racei 
 And  wint'ry  days  appear. 
 
 5  His  hoary  froft,  his  fleecy  fnow, 
 Defcend  and  clothe  the  ground  ; 
 
 The  liquid  dreams  forbear  to  how* 
 Ir  icy  fetters  bound. 
 
 face 
 
28o  P  SAL  M  CXLVIII. 
 
 6  When  from  his  dreadful  ftores  on  high 
 He  pours  the  ratt'ling  hail, 
 The  wretch  who  dares  this  God  defy 
 Shall  find  his  courage  fail. 
 
 *He  fends  his  word,  and  melts  the  fnov, 
 The  fields  no  longer  mourn  ; 
 He  calls  the  warmer  gales  to  blow, 
 And  bids  the  fpring  return. 
 
 %  The  changing  wind,  the  flying  cloud* 
 Obey  his  mighty  word  : 
 With  fongs  and  honours  founding  loud 
 Praife  ye  the  fov'reign  Lord. 
 
 Psalm  CXLVIII.  Particular  Metre. 
 
 Praife  t-j  God  from  all  Creatures, 
 
 I  "\7E  tribes  of  Adam,  join 
 
 JL       W>  hheav'n,  and  earth,  and  feas, 
 And  ofFer  notes  divine 
 To  your  Creator's  praife. 
 Ye  holy  throng 
 Of  angel*  bright* 
 In  worlds  of  light* 
 Begin  the  fong. 
 
 i  Thou  fun  with  dazzling  rays, 
 And  moon  which  rul'ft  the  night. 
 Shine  to  your  Maker's  praife, 
 With  ftars  of  twinkling  light. 
 
 His  pow'r  declare, 
 
 Ye  floods  on  high, 
 
 And  clouds  which  fly 
 
 In  empty  air. 
 
 3  The  mining  worlds  above 
 In  glor'ous  order  itand, 
 Or  in  fwift  courfes  move, 
 By  his  fupreme  command  : 
 
 He  fpake  the  word, 
 
 And  all  their  frame 
 
 From  nothing  came, 
 
 To  praile  the  Lord. 
 
fSALM    CXLVIII.  22* 
 
 4  He  mov'd  their  mighty  wheels 
 In  unknown  ages  part. 
 
 And  each  his  word  fulfils 
 While  time  and  nature  laft. 
 
 In  diff  'rent  ways 
 
 His  works  proclaim 
 ,  His  wond'rous  name9 
 
 And  ipeak  his  praife. 
 
 t  P  a  u  s  e  .  • 
 
 5  let  all  the  earth-born  race, 
 And  monfters  of  the  deep, 
 The  fifh  w  hich  cleave  the  feasj 
 Or  in  their  bofom  ileep, 
 
 From  fVa  and  fhore 
 Their  tribute  pay, 
 And  ftiil  difplay 
 Their  Maker's  pow'r. 
 
 6  Ye  vapours,  hail  and  fnow, 
 Praife  ye  th'  almighty  Lord, 
 And  ftormy  winds  which  blow1 
 To  execute  his  word  : 
 
 When  light'nings  fhine, 
 Or  thunders  roar, 
 Let  earth  adore 
 His  hand  divine. 
 
 •7  Ye  mountains  near  the  fkies* 
 With  lofty  cedars  there, 
 And  trees  of  humbler  fize, 
 Which  fruit  in  plenty  bear  ; 
 
 Beafts,  wild  and  tame,  | 
 
 Birds,  flies  and  worms* 
 
 In  var'ous  forms> 
 
 Exalt  his  name. 
 
 S  Ye  kings  and  judges,  fear 
 
 The  Lord,  the  fov'reign  King  j 
 v  And  while  you  rule  us  here» 
 His  heav'nJy  honours  fing  : 
 A  a  z 
 
2  34  PSALM    CXLVIII. 
 
 From  all  blow,  and  all  above» 
 Loud  haiJciujrths  to  the  Lord. 
 
 Psalm  CXLVIII.  Short  Metre, 
 
 U/tiverful  f>f'aife. 
 
 i    T    ET  ev'ry  creature  join 
 
 JLj     To  praiie  th'  eternal  God  ; 
 
 Ye  heav'nly  hofts  the  long  begin, 
 
 And  found  his  name  abroad. 
 
 a  Thou  fun  with  golden  beams, 
 And  moon  with  paler  rays, 
 Ye  fta<ry  lights,  ye  twinkling  flames, 
 Shine  to  your  Maker's  praiie. 
 
 3  He  built  thofe  worlds  above, 
 
 And  fix'd  their  wond'rous  frame  ; 
 By  his  command  they  ftand  or  move, 
 And  ever  l'peak  his  name. 
 
 4  Ye  valours,  when  ye  rife, 
 
 O:  fall  in  fhow'rs  of  fnow, 
 Ye  thunders,  murm'ring  round  the  fkies, 
 His  pow'r  and  glory  lhow. 
 
 5  Wind,  hail,  and  rlaihing  fire, 
 
 Agree  to  praiie  the  Lord, 
 When  ye  in  dreadful  florms  confpire 
 To  execute  hia  word. 
 
 6  By  all  his  work?  above 
 
 His  honours  be  expreft  ; 
 But  faints  who  tafte  his  laving  love 
 Should  ling  his  praifes  belt. 
 Pause      I. 
 
 7  Let  earth  and  ocean  know 
 
 They  owe  their  Maker  praife  ; 
 Praiie  him,  ye  wat'ry  worlds  below> 
 And  monflers  or  the  feas, 
 
 S  From  mountains  near  the  Iky 
 Let  his  high  praife  refou«d» 
 
PSALM  CXLVIII.  285 
 
 From  humble  fhrubs  and  cedars  high, 
 And  vales  and  fields  around. 
 
 9  Ye  lions  of  the  wood? 
 
 And  tamer  beafts  which  graze* 
 Ye  Jive  upon  his  daily  food, 
 And  he  expedls  your  praife. 
 
 10  Ye  birds  of  lofty  wing, 
 
 Oa  high  his  praifes  bear, 
 Or  fit  on  fiow'ry  boughs,  and  fing 
 Your  Maker's  glory  there. 
 
 11  Ye  creeping  ants  and  worms, 
 
 His  var'ous  wifdom  (how  ;  , 
 
 And  flies,  in  all  your  mining  fwarnasj 
 Praife  him  who  d reft  you  fa. 
 
 22  By  all  the  earth-born  race, 
 His  honours  be  expreffc  5 
 But  faints  who  know  his  heav'nly  grace; 
 Should  learn  to  praife  him  belt. 
 
 Pause     II. 
 
 13  Monarchs  of  wide  command, 
 
 Praife  ye  th'  eternal  King  ; 
 Judges,  adore  that  fov'reign  hand 
 Whence  all  your  honours  fpring. 
 
 14  Let  vig'rous  youth  engage 
 
 To  found  his  praifes  high  ; 
 While  growing  babes  and  with'ring  age 
 Their  feebler  voices  try. 
 
 15  United  zeal  be  (howrt 
 
 His  wond'rous  fame  to  raife  ; 
 God  is  the  Lord  ;  his  name  alone 
 Daferves  our  endlefs  praife. 
 
 r6  Let  nature  join  with  art, 
 
 And  all  pronounce  him  bleft, 
 But  faints  who  dwell  i'o  near  his  heart 
 Should  ling  his  praifes  belt. 
 
-86  PSALM    CXLIXY 
 
 Psalm  CXLIX.  Common  Metre. 
 
 Praife  God  all  his  faints  ;    or,   Ihc  faints  judging 
 the  ivcrld. 
 
 I     A  LL  ye  who  love  the  Lord*  rejoice, 
 Ix.     And  let  your  longs  be  new  ; 
 Amidft  the  church  with  cheerful  voice 
 His  later  wonders  fhew. 
 
 a  The  Jews,  the  people  of  his  grace* 
 Shall  their  Redeemer  fing  ; 
 And  Gentile  nations  join  the  praife. 
 While  Ziott  owns  her  King. 
 
 3  The  Lord  takes  pleafure  in  the  juft, 
 
 Whom  finners  treat  with  fcorn  ; 
 The  meek,  who  lie  defpis'd  in  duft, 
 Salvation  fhall  adorn. 
 
 4  Saints  (hall  be  joyful  in  their  King, 
 
 Ev'n  on  a  dying  bed  ; 
 And  like  the  fouls  in  glory  fing, 
 For  God  mall  raife  the  dead. 
 
 5  Then  his  high  praife  fhall  fill  their  tongues, 
 
 Their  hands  fhall  wield  the  fvvord  : 
 And  vengeance  thai!  attend  their  fongs, 
 The  vengeance  of  the  Lord. 
 
 6  When  Chrifl:  his  judgment-feat  afcends, 
 
 And  bids  the  world  appear, 
 Thrones  are  prepar'd  for  all  his  friends 
 Who  humbly  lov'd  him  here. 
 
 7  Then  fhall  they  rule  with  iron  rod 
 
 Nations  that  dar'd  rebel  : 
 And  join  the  lenience  of  their  God, 
 On  tyrants  doom'd  to  hell. 
 
 8  The  royal  finners,  bound  in  chains, 
 
 New  triumphs  fhall  afford-; 
 Such  honour  for  the  faints  remains  ; 
 Prail'e  ye,  and  love  the  Lord. 
 
PSALM   CL.  2\ 
 
 5*  s  a  l  m  CL.  Common  Metre. 
 
 A  f0VZ  offraife. 
 
 a  TN  God's  own  houfe  pronounce  his  praife  j 
 J.     His  grace  he  there  reveais  ; 
 To  heav'n  your  joy  and  wonder  raife» 
 For  there  his  glory  dwells. 
 
 .a  Let  all  your  faered  paflions  move, 
 While  you  rehear fe  his  deeds  : 
 But  the  great  work  of  faving  love 
 Your  higheft  praife  exceeds. 
 
 3  All  who  have  motion,  life  and  breathj 
 Proclaim  your  Maker  bleft.; 
 Yet  when  my  voice  expires  in  death? 
 My  foul  mall  praife  him  beft. 
 
 The  Christian  DOXOLOGY- 
 
 Long  Metre. 
 
 TO  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
 And  God  the  Spirit,  Three  in  One} 
 Be  honour,  praife,  and  glory  giv'n 
 By  all  on -earth,  and  all  in  heav'n.   - 
 
 Common  Metre. 
 
 LET  God  the  Father,  and  the  Son,    . 
 And  Spirit,  h-e  ador'd, 
 Where  there  are  works  to  make  him  known, 
 Or  faints  to  love  ths  Lord. 
 
^88  DOXOLQGIE  S. 
 
 Common  Metre,  inhere  the  tune  includes  tivo  Jian~ 
 
 ~~s. 
 
 I. 
 
 THE  God  of  mercy  be  ador'd, 
 Who  calls  our  fouls  from  death, 
 "Who  fave;>  by  h-is  revleeining  ivordy 
 And  new-creating  breath. 
 
 II. 
 
 To  praife  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 
 
 And  Spirit,  all  divine, 
 The  One  in  Three,  and  Three  in  Ore-, 
 
 Let  faints  and  angels  join. 
 
 Short  Metre. 
 
 YE  angels  round  the  throne, 
 And  faints  who  dwell  below, 
 Worfhip  the  Father,  praife  the  Son» 
 And  blefs  the  Spirit  too. 
 
 As  the  I  \%th  ffalm. 
 
 NOW  to  the  great  and  facred  Three, 
 The  Father,  Son  and  Spirit,  be 
 Eternal  praife  and  glory  giv'n, 
 Through  all  the  worlds  where  God  is  known* 
 By  all  the  angels  near  the  throne, 
 
 And  all  the  faints  in  earth  and  heav'n. 
 
 As  the  \3$ih  pfalm. 
 
 TO  God  the  Father's  throne 
 Perpet'al  honours  raifej 
 Glory  to  God  the  Son, 
 To  God  the  Spirit,  praife  : 
 With  all  our  pow'is, 
 Eternal  King, 
 Thy  name  we  fing, 
 While  faith  adores. 
 
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HYMNS 
 
 A  N  D 
 
 SPIRITUAL  SONGS, 
 
 BOOK    I. 
 
 tOiLECTID    FROM    THE    HOLY    SCRIPTURE; 
 
 H  Y  M  N    I.     Covambn  Metre. 
 
 A   ns'w  fang    tt    tbs    Lamb-    that    vuas  flaitt. 
 
 Rev.  v.    6,  8,  9,  10,  r*. 
 
 3    "O  EHOLD  the  glories  cf  the  Lamb, 
 JJ*     Amidil  his  father's  throne  : 
 Prepare  new  honours  For  his  n^.r.j, 
 And  fongs,  before  unknown. 
 
 2  Let  elders  worlhip  at  his  feet, 
 
 The  church  adcre  around, 
 With  vials  full  of  odours  fwest, 
 And  harps  of  fweeteii  found. 
 
 3  Thofe  are  the  prayers  of  the  faints, 
 
 And  thefe  the  hymns  they  raife  : 
 Jefus  is  kind  to  our  complaints. 
 He  loves  to  hear  our  prail'e. 
 
 4  [Eternal  Father,  who  ihall  look 
 
 Into  thy  fecret  will  ? 
 Who  but  the  Son  mail  take  that  book, 
 And  open  e/'xy  leal  ? 
 
 5  He  (hall  fulfil  thy  great  decrees  ; 
 
 The  Son  deferves  it  well  : 
 ,   Lo,  in  his  hand  the  for'refgn  keys 
 Ofheav'n,  and  death,  and  hell  I] 
 
4  HYMNS     and  B.  I. 
 
 6  Now  to  the  Lnmb  that  once  was  flam 
 
 Be  endiefs  bleftings  paid  ; 
 Salvation,  glory,  joy,  remain 
 Forever  on  thy  head. 
 
 7  Thou  haft  redeem 'd  our  fouls  with  blood  ; 
 
 Haft  let  the  prii'ners  free  ; 
 Haft  made  us  kings  and  priefts  to  Cod» 
 And  we  lhali  leign  with  tliee. 
 
 5  The  worlds  of  nature  and  of  grace 
 
 Arc  put  bcneatli  thy  pew'j-  ; 
 
 Then  ihorten  thefe  delaying  days, 
 
 And  bring  the  pioniis'd  hour. 
 
 H  Y  M  N    II.      Long  Metre. 
 The    deity    and   humanity    of  Child. 
 John  i.  i,  3,  14.     Col.  i.  16.      Eph.  hi.  9,  re. 
 1   T7  RE  the  blue  heav'ns  were  ftrctch'd  abroad^ 
 JL1/    From  everlaiting  was  the  Word  ; 
 Wifh  God  he  was,  the  Word  was  God. 
 And  mult  divh.ely  be  ador'd. 
 
 c  By  his  own  pow'r  were  all  things  made  ; 
 By  him  f up  ported,  all  things  ftand  : 
 He  is  the  whole  creation's  head» 
 And  angels  fly  at  his  command. 
 
 3  Ere  fin  was  born,  or  fatan  fell, 
 He  led  the  hoft  of  morning  liars  ; 
 (Thy  generation  who  can  tell* 
 
 Or  count  the  number  ofthy  years  !) 
 
 4  But  lo,  he  leaves  thole  heav'nly  1'ormr,  ; 
 The  word  defcends  and  duel's  in  clay, 
 That  he  may  hold  converfe  with  worms, 
 Drefs'd  in  inch  feeble  fleih  as  they. 
 
 5  Mortals  with  joy  behold  his  fdee, 
 Th'  eternal  Father's  only  Son,- 
 
 How  full  of  tiuth  !   How  full  of  grace  ! 
 When  thro'  hi<  flefli  the  godhead  fhone. 
 
 f)   Archangels  leave  their  high  abode, 
 To  learn  newrnyfk'ries  here,  and  tell 
 
B.  I.    SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 
 
 The  loves  of  our  defcending  God, 
 The  glories  of  Emmanuel. 
 
 HYMN   III.     Short  Metre. 
 
 ,     The  nativity  of  Cbrlfi.      Luke  i.  30.  &  ii.  10. 
 
 I   "jD  EHOLD,  the  grace  appears  ! 
 J3     The  promife  is  fulfii'd  ; 
 Mary,  the  wond'rous  virgin>  bears, 
 And  Jel'us  is  the  child. 
 
 a  [The  Lord,  the  higheft  God, 
 Calls  him  his  only  Son  : 
 Ke  bids  him  rule  the  lands  abroad. 
 And  gives  him  David's  throne. 
 
 3  O'er  Jacob  fhall  he  reign 
 
 With  a  peculiar  fvvay  ; 
 The  nations  (hall  his  grace  obtain, 
 His  kingdom  ne'er  decay.] 
 
 4  To  bring  the  glor'ous  news 
 
 A  heav'nly  form  appears  ; 
 Ke  tells  the  ihepherds  of  their  joys> 
 And  baniihes  their  fears. 
 
 5  Go,  bumble  fivains,  (faid  he) 
 
 To  David' 5  city  fly  ; 
 The  promised  Infant,   born  to  day, 
 Doth  in  a  manger  lie. 
 
 6  With  looks  and  hearts  ferene, 
 
 Go,   vift  Chrijl,  your  King  ; 
 And  ftraight  a  flaming  troop  was  feenj 
 The  fhepherds  heard  them  fir.g-r- 
 
 7  Glory  to  God  on  high  ! 
 
 And  hrav'nly  peace  on  earth  ; 
 Giid  ivill  to  men,   to  angels  joy, 
 At  the  Redeemer's  birth  ! 
 
 S  [In  worfhip  fo  divine 
 
 Let  iaiots  employ  their  tongues  j 
 With  the  celeitial  holt  we  join, 
 And  loud  repeat  their  fongs  j 
 
 A    7, 
 
$  HYMNS     and  B.I. 
 
 9  Git>ry  to  God  en  bigb  ! 
 
 And  beav'n/y  peace  on  cat  to  ; 
 •will  to  mcrty   to  axgeli  jp\ , 
 At  our  Redeemer**  binb. 
 
 II  Y  M  N    TV.    referred  to    PSALM    II. 
 
 II  Y  M  N    V.     Common  Metre 
 
 SubmiJJion  to  afflictive  providences,      job  i.   21. 
 
 1  TVJAKED,  as  from  the  earth  we  came, 
 il      And  crept  to  life  at  iirlt, 
 
 Vv'e  to  the  earth  return  again, 
 And  mingle  with  our  duft. 
 
 2  The  dear  yeliguts  we  here  enjoy. 
 
 And  fondly  call  our  own, 
 Ave  but  fhort  favours  borrow'd  now, 
 To  be  repaid  anon. 
 
 3  'Tis  Cod  who  lifts  cur  corr.fo'-ts  high> 
 
 Or  finks  ihem  in  the  grave; 
 He  gives,  and  (blefied  be  his  name!) 
 He  tikes  but  what  he  gave. 
 
 4  Peace,  all  our  angry  paflions,  then  ; 
 
 Let  each  rebellious  figh 
 Be  lilent  at  his  fov'reign  will, 
 And  ev'ry  murmur  die. 
 
 5  If  fmiling  mercy  crown  our  lives, 
 
 Irs  pralfes  mall  be  fprcad, 
 And  we'll  adore  the  juitice,  too, 
 rtich  rtrik.es  our  comforts  dead. 
 
 H  Y  M  N    VI,      Common  Metre. 
 Triumph  over  death.      Job  xix.   2>,  26,   27. 
 
 1    r^  RE  AT  Cod,  I  own  thy  feiKencejuft, 
 
 vJT      And  nature  mufl  decay  ; 
 I  yield  my  body  to  the  duft, 
 
 To  dwell  with  fellow  clay. 
 -.    Vet  iairh  can  triumph  o'er  the  graye, 
 
 And  trample  on  the  tomb 
 Myjefi  edecmer,  lives! 
 
 M  1 
 
J5.  I.       SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 
 
 3  The  mighty  conqu'ror  mall  appear 
 
 High  on  a  royal  feat, 
 And  death,  the  laft  of  all  his  foes, 
 Lie  vanquiuYd  at  his  feet. 
 
 4  Though  greedy  worms  devour  my  fkint 
 
 And  gnaw  my  wafting  Qefh, 
 When  God  lhall  build  my  bones  again. 
 He'll  clothe  them  all  afreih. 
 
 5  Then  mail  I  fee  thy  lovely  face* 
 
 With  ftrong  immortal  eyes, 
 And  feaft  upon  thy  unknown  grace 
 With  pleafure  and  furprife. 
 
 H  Y  M  N    VII.      Common  Metre. 
 
 'The  invitation  tftbe go/pel.      Ifa.  Iv.  12,  &c. 
 
 1    T    ET  ev'ry  mortal  ear  attend, 
 .i— <     And  ev'ry  heart  rejoice  ; 
 The  trumpet  of  the  gofpjH  founds 
 With  an  inviting  voic 
 
 i  Ho  !  all  ye  hungry  ftarving  fouls, 
 Who  fsed  upon  the  wind, 
 And  vainly  ftiive  with  earthly  to;\s>. 
 To  rill  an  empty  mind  ; 
 
 3  Eternal  wifdom  has  prepar'd 
 
 A  foul -reviving  feaft, 
 And  bids  your  longing  appetites, 
 The  rich  provifion  taite. 
 
 4  Ho  !  ye  who  pant  for  living  ilreams, 
 
 And  pine  away,  and  die  ; 
 Here  you  may  quench  your  racing  thirft 
 Witn.  fp rings  that  never  drj  . 
 
 5  Rivers  cf  love  and  mersy  here 
 
 ir.  a  riclt  ocean  join  ; 
 Salvation  in  abundance  Sows, 
 Like  floods  of  milk  and  wine. 
 
 6  [Ye  p'erifiilng  and  naked  poor, 
 
 woik  with  mighty  pain, 
 
$  H  Y  M  N  S     a:;d  B.  L 
 
 To  weave  a  garment  of  your  own, 
 Which  will  not  hide  your  ftain  : 
 
 7  Come,  naked,  and  adorn  your  fouls 
 Wirh  robes  prepar  d  by  G 
 
 ight  by  the  labours  of  h\* 
 And  dy'd  in  his  own  blood-] 
 
 3   Dear  God,  the  treafures  of  thy  1: 
 Are  everlafting  mines, 
 Deep  as  our  helplefs  mii'ries  are» 
 And  b  is  our  tins  ! 
 
 9  The  happy  gate  el  grace 
 
 Stand  open  night  and  day  ,- 
 L  jfd,  we  are  come  to  leek,  fupplieSj 
 And  drive  our  wa:;ts  away. 
 
 H  Y  M  N    VIII.    Common  Metre. 
 
 Proteilion  of  tie  church.      Ifa.  XXVI.  I;   . 
 
 ;    T_JO\V  honourable  is  the  place, 
 X~ A.      Where  we  adoring  Hand  ! 
 Zion,  the  glory  of  the  earth, 
 And  beauty  of  the  land  ! 
 
 a  Bulwarks  of  mi:  ;  defend 
 
 The  city  where  w* 
 Th  of  ftrong  falvation  madej 
 
 Defy  th'  aflauits  of  hell. 
 
 3  Lift  up  the  feverlafiing  gates, 
 
 The  doors  wide  open  fling  ; 
 Enter,  ye  nations,  and  obey 
 The  itatutes  of  out  K 
 
 4  Hefe  (hall  y<  tr  tafl  z, 
 
 And  live  la  f  ?cc  ; 
 
 You 
 And  .  on  his  grace. 
 
 5  Trull  in  the  Lord,  forever  tr 
 
 And  baniOi  all  your  fe 
 Strength  in  the  L 
 EternaJ  as  his  years. 
 
B.I.       SPIRITUAL    SONGS.        3 
 
 6  What  theugh  t'ue  rebels  dwell  on  high  I 
 
 His  arm  lhaii  bang  them  low  ; 
 Low  as  the  caverns  of  the  grave 
 Their  lofty  heads  mall  bow. 
 
 7  On  Babylon  our  feet  fhall  treadr 
 
 In  that  rejoicing  hour  ; 
 The  ruins  of  her  walls  (hall  fpread 
 A  pavement  for  the  poor. 
 
 HYMN    IX.    Common  Metre. 
 
 The'  prom'fes  of  the  covenant  of  grace.    Ifa.  lv.  lr  Z< 
 
 Zech.  xiii.  I.  Mic.  vii.  19.   Eze.  xxxvi.  Z5. 
 
 N  vain  we  laviih  out  our  lives, 
 To  gather  empty  wind  ; 
 The  choiceft  bleffings  earth  can  yield 
 Will  ftarve  a  hungry  mind. 
 
 a  Come,  and  the  Lord  fhall  feed  our  fouls* 
 With  more  fubfiantial  meat, 
 With  fuch  as  faints  in  glory  lo^e, 
 With  fuch  as  angels  eat. 
 
 3  Our  God  will  ev'ry  want  fupply, 
 
 And  fill  our  hearts  with  peace  ; 
 He  gives  by  cov'nant  and  by  oath 
 The  riches  of  his  grace. 
 
 4  Come,  and  he'll  cleanfe  our  fpotted  fouls* 
 
 And  waftH  away  our  ftains 
 Jn  the  dear  fountain  that  his  Son 
 Pour'd  from  his  dying  veins. 
 
 5  [Our  guilt  fhall  vanifh  all  a*way, 
 
 Though  black  as  hell  before  ; 
 Our  fins  fhall  fink  beneath  the  fea, 
 And  fhall  be  found  no  more. 
 
 6  And  left  pollution  fhould  o'erfpread. 
 
 Ourinward  pow'rs  again, 
 ,    His  Spirit  fliall  bedew  our  fouls? 
 With  purifying  rain.] 
 
so  HYMNS     and  E.  X> 
 
 7  Our  heart,  that  flinty  ftubborn  thing, 
 
 Which  terrors  cannot  move, 
 That  tears  no  rhreat'nings  of  his  wrath, 
 Shali  be  diilbiv'd  by  love  : 
 
 8  Or  he  will  take  the  flint  away 
 
 That  would  not  be  refin'd, 
 And  from  the  treai'ure>  oi  his  grace 
 Beftow  a  lbfter  mind. 
 
 9  There  fhall  his  f  acred  Spirit  dwell* 
 
 And  deep  engrave  his  law, 
 
 And  ev'ry  motion  of  our  fouls 
 
 To  iweet  obed'ence  draw. 
 
 io  Thus  will  he  pour  falvation  down* 
 And  we  lhall  render  praife  ; 
 We,  the  dear  people  ot  his  love» 
 And  he  our  God  of  grace. 
 
 HYMN    X.    Short  Metre. 
 
 EUJfcdnefs  of  go/pel  time.      Ifa.  v.  2,  7,  &c, 
 
 i    T  TOW  beaut'ous  are  their  feet 
 II     Who  Hand  on  Zion's  hill  ! 
 Who  bring  falvation  on  rheir  tongues 
 And  words  of  peace  reveal  ! 
 
 2  How  charming  is  their  voice  \ 
 
 How  i'weet  the  tidings  are  ! 
 *»  Z'tcn,  behold  thy  Saviour  King, 
 »  He  reigns  and  triumphs  here." 
 
 3  How  happy  are  our  ears. 
 
 That  hear  this  joyful  found, 
 Which  kings  and  prophets  waited  fori 
 And  fought  but  never  found  ! 
 
 4  How  blefled  are  our  eyes, 
 
 That  fee  this  heav'niy  light; 
 Prophets  and  kings  defir'd  it  long, 
 But  dy'd  without  the  fight  ! 
 
 5  The  watchmen  join  their  voice, 
 
 And  tuneful  notes  employ  ; 
 
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 jerufalem  breaks  forth  in  fongSi 
 And  defarts  learn  the  joy. 
 
 ■6  The  Lord  makes  bare  his  arm 
 Through  all  the  earth  abroad  ° 
 Let  ev'ry  ration  new  behold 
 Their  Saviour  and  their  God. 
 
 HYMN   XI.     Long  Metre. 
 
 Thzfoversigr.ty  cf  Grace.      Luke  x.    ai,  22, 
 
 3  ''INHERE  was  an  hour  when  Chriit  rejoie'd, 
 A.       And  fpeke  his  joy  in  words  0!  praife  : 
 "  Father-,  I  thank  thee,  mighty  God, 
 "  Loid  of  the  earth,  and  heav'ns  and  feas. 
 
 2  "  I  thank  thy  fov'reign  pov/'r  and  love, 
 
 "  Which  crowns  my  doctrine  with  iuccefs; 
 »?  And  makes  the  babes  in  knowledge  learn 
 **  The  heights  and  breadths,  and  lengths  of  grac§> 
 
 3  «'  But  all  this  glory  lies  conccai'd 
 
 «.«  From  men  of  prudence  and  of  wit ; 
 
 •«  The  prince  of  darknefs  blinds  their  eyess 
 
 •«  And  their  own  pride  refills  the  light. 
 
 4  "  Father,  'tis  thus,  becaufe  thy  will 
 "  Chole  and  ordain 'd  W  fhtmid  be  fo  ; 
 •*  'Tis  thy  delight  t?  abafe  the  proud, 
 ■«  And  lay  the  haughty  icorner  low. 
 
 5  "  There's  none  can  know  the  Father  right 
 "  But  thofe  who  learn  it  from  the  Sen  ; 
 
 **  Nor  can  the  Son  be  weli  receiv'd 
 
 •«  But  where  the  Father  makes  him  known." 
 
 6  Then  let  our  fouls  adore  our  God, 
 Who  deals  bis  graces  as  he  pleafe  ; 
 Nor  gives  to  mortals  an  account 
 Or  cr  his  actions,  or  decrees. 
 
 HYMN    XII.  ■    Common  Metre. 
 
 Tree  grace  re-je.Uing  Chrijl.       Luke  X,    1%, 
 
 ^    TESUS,  the  man  of  conftam;  grief, 
 <JI      A  mcurr.er  all  his  days  j 
 
12  HYMNS     and  B.  I. 
 
 His  fpirit  once  rejoic'd  aloud, 
 And  turn'd  his  joy  to  praife. 
 
 S  Father.,    I  thank  thy  ivond'rcus  Icvt, 
 Which  hath  teveal'd  thy  S*n 
 To  men  unlearned  ;  and  to  baLes 
 Has  made  thy  grfpel  knoivn. 
 
 3  The  myjt'ries  of  redeeming  grace 
 
 Are  hidden  from  the  Vfffet 
 While  pride  and  carnal  reOj'nitrgs  join 
 Tofivell  and  blind  their  eyes. 
 
 4  Thus  doth  the  Lord  cf  heav'n  and  earth 
 
 His  great  decrees  fulfill 
 And  orders  all  his  works  of  grace 
 By  his -own  fov 'reign  will. 
 
 HYMN    XIII.      Long  Metre. 
 The  titles  and  kingdom  cf  Cbrijl.      I  fa.  xi.   2.  6.   7. 
 
 3   r~F,HE  lands  which  long  in  darkncfs  lay 
 A      Now  have  beheld  a  heav'nly  light ; 
 Nations  which  fat  iu  death's  cold  /hade 
 Are  bleft  with  beams  divinely  bright. 
 
 A  The  virgin's  promis'd  Son  is  born  ; 
 Behold  th'  expected  child  app 
 What  (hall  his  names  or  titles  be  ? 
 The  Wonderful,  the  Ccutfllcr. 
 
 3  [This  Infant  is  the  mighty  God, 
 Come  to  be  fuckled  and  ador'd  ; 
 Th'  Eternal  F?iher,  Prince  of  Peace* 
 The  Son  of  David,   and  his  Lord-J 
 
 4  The  government  of  earth  and  feas 
 Upon  his  fiioul.'eri  (hall  be  laid; 
 His  wide  dominions  lhall  mcreale, 
 A  d  honours  to  his  name  be  paid- 
 
 5  Jefus,  the  holy  child,  (hall  fit 
 High  on  hi.  Father  David's  throne, 
 Shall  crulh  his  iocs  beneath  his  feet? 
 And  reign  to  ages  yet  unknown. 
 
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 H  Y  M  N    XIV.      Long  Metre. 
 The    triumph    qfi  Faith.      Rom.   viii.    J3» 
 
 i   \T7HO  fhall  the  Lord's  elect  condemn  \ 
 V  V       'Tis  God  who  juftiries  their  fouls, 
 
 And  mercy,  like  a  mighty  ftream, 
 
 O'er  all  their  iins  divinely  rolls. 
 a  Who  fhail  adjudge  the  faints  to  hell  ? 
 
 'Tis  Chrift  that  fuffer'd  in  their  ftead ; 
 
 And,  the  falvation  to  fulfil, 
 
 Behold  him  rifing  from  the  dead  ! 
 
 3  He  lives  !  he  lives  !  and  fits  above, 
 Forever  interceding  there  ! 
 
 Who  fhall  divide  us  from  his  love, 
 Or  what  fhall  tempt  us  to  defpair  ? 
 
 4  Shall  perfecution,  or  diftrefs, 
 Famine,  or  fworcl,  or  nakednefs  ? 
 
 He  who  hath  lov'd  us  bears  us  through, 
 And  makes  us  more  than  conqu'rcrs  too. 
 
 5  Faith  has  an  overcoming  pow'r; 
 It  triumphs  in  the  dying  hour  : 
 Chrift  is  our  life,  our  joy,  our  hope, 
 Nor  can  we  fink  with  inch  a  prop. 
 
 6  Not  all  that  men  en  earth  can  do, 
 
 Nor  pow'rs  on  high,  nor  pow'rs  below, 
 Shall  caufe  his  mercy  to  remove, 
 Or-,vean  our  hearts  from  Chrift  our  love. 
 
 HYMN    XV.     Long  Metre. 
 Our  own  iveak?:efi,  and  Cbrijl  our  Jlrengtl\ 
 z  Cor.  xii.   7,  9,  10. 
 x    T    ET  me  but  hear  my  Saviour  fay, 
 JL_^      Strength  fcall  be  equul  to  the  day* 
 Then  1'ii  rejoice  in  deep  ailirefs, 
 Leaning  on  all-fufticienjt  grace. 
 
 2,  I'll  glory  in  infirmity, 
 
 That  Chrifi's  own  pow'r  may  reft  oh  me; 
 When  I  am  weak,  then  am  I  ftrong, 
 Grace  i»  my  fhieid,  and  Chrift  my  fong. 
 B 
 
i4  H  Y  M  N  S     and  B.  L 
 
 3  I  can  do  all  things,  cr  can  bear 
 
 AH  futf'rings,  while  my  Lord  be  here; 
 Sweet  pleafures  mingle  with  the  pains, 
 While  his  left  hand  my  head  fuftains. 
 
 4  But  if  the  Lord  be  once  withdrawn, 
 And  we  attempt  the  work  alone, 
 When  new  temptations  fprifig  and  rife, 
 We  find  how  great  our  weakuel's  is. 
 
 5  So  Sampfon,  when  his  hair  was  loft, 
 Met  the  Philiftines  to  hit.  coft, 
 Shook  his  vain  limbs  wirh  fad  furprife, 
 Made  feeble  fight,  and  loft  his  eyes. 
 
 HYMN    XVI.     Common  Metre. 
 H-fann.i  to  Chr'.fi.     Mat.  xxi.  9    Luke  xix.  38. 
 
 1  T  T  OS  A  NX  A  to  the  royal  Son 
 XTX  Of  David's  ancient  line  ; 
 His  natures  two,  his  perfcm  one» 
 
 Myftcr'cus  and  divine. 
 
 2  The  root  of  David  here  we  find 
 
 And  offspring  is  the  fame  ^ 
 Eternity  and  time  are join'd 
 In  our  Em  man  'el's  name. 
 
 3  Eleft  He,  who  comes  to  wretched  men 
 
 With  peaceful  news  from  hcav'n  t 
 H:dannas  of  the  higheft  ftrain 
 To  Chrift  the  Lord  be  giv'n  ! 
 
 4  Let  mortals  ne'er  refufe  to  take 
 
 Th'  hofanna  en  their  tongues, 
 Left  rocks  and  ftones  thouid  nfs,  and  break 
 Their  filence  into  ibngs. 
 
 HYMN    XVII.     Common  Metre. 
 
 ViBoty    over   death.       1  Cor.    xv.    55,    &c. 
 
 1    f\  FOR  an  overcoming  faith 
 V-/     To  cheer  my  dying  hours, 
 To  triumph  o'er  the  monfter  death, 
 And  all  his  frightful  pow'rs. 
 
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 2  Joyful,  with  all  the  ftrength  I  have, 
 
 My  quiv'ring  lips  fhould  fing, 
 Where  is  thy  bcajhd  i-iSi'ry,  grave  P 
 And  "where  the  monger's- jftfifg  f 
 
 3  If  fin  be  pardon  Y:,  I'm  fecure  ; 
 
 Death  has  bo  fting  betide  ; 
 The  law  gave  fin  its  damning  pow'r  ; 
 But  Chrifl,  my  ranfom,  dy'd. 
 
 4  Now  to  the  God  of  victory 
 
 Immortal  thanks  be  paid, 
 Who  makes  us  conqu'rors  while  we  die, 
 Through  Chrilt  our  living  head. 
 
 HYMN    XVIII.     Common  Metre. 
 
 Bhjfed    are    the    dead    that    die   in    the    Lcrd. 
 
 Rev,xiv.  13 . 
 
 1  T  TEAR  what  the  voice  from  heav'n  proclaims 
 JLJL     For  all  the  pious  dead ; 
 
 Sweet  is  the  favour  of  their  names, 
 And  foft  their  fieeping  bed. 
 
 2  They  die  in  jefus,  and  are  bleft  ; 
 
 How  kind  their  ilumbers  are  ! 
 From  fuif  'rings  and  from  fins  releas'd, 
 .  And  freed  from  ev'ry  fn-are. 
 
 3  'Far  from  this  world  of  toil  and  frrife, 
 
 They're  prefer. t  with  the  Lord; 
 The  labours  of  their  mortal  life 
 End  in' a  large  reward. 
 
 H  Y  M  N    XIX.      Common    Metre. 
 The  fong  of  Simeon.      Luke  i.  27,  &c. 
 1    T    ORD,  at  thy  temple  we  appear, 
 X-j  As  nappy  Simeon  came, 
 And  hope  to  meet  our  Saviour  here  ; 
 O  make-our  joys  the  fame  ! 
 a  With  what  divine  and  vail  delight 
 The  gocd  old  man  was  filPd, 
 "When,  fondly  In  his  wither'd  arms, 
 He  clafp'd  the  holy  Child  ! 
 
:<5  HYMNS     and  B.  I. 
 
 3   Nviu  I  can  leave  this  Ivor  Id,  he  cry'd  J 
 Behold  thy  fervant  dies  ; 
 I've  feen  thy, great  falvation.   Lord, 
 And-.rlofe  my  peaceful  tyes. 
 
 A  This  is  the  light  prefar'd  to  fhine 
 Upon  the  Geniile  lands, 
 Thine  Jfr'el's  glory  and  their  bope> 
 To  break  their  Jla-vijh  bands. 
 
 5  [Jefus !  the  vilion  of  thy  face, 
 
 Hath  overpow'ring  charms  ! 
 Scarce  frail  I  feel  death's  cold  embrace* 
 If  Chrift  be  in  my  arms. 
 
 6  Then  while  ye  hear  my  heart-ftrings  breaki 
 
 How  i'weet  my  minutes  roll  ! 
 A  mortal  palenefs  en  my  cheek* 
 And  glory  in  my  foul] 
 
 HYMN    XX-      Common  Metre. 
 Spiritual   apparel,     fix.    the  robe  of  right •.■$.• \J 'fiefs ( 
 
 and  garments  of  falvation.     Ila.   lxi"  io. 
 i      A   WAKE,  my  heart,  arife,  my  tongue, 
 f\.  Prepare  a  tuneful  Voice  ; 
 \\\  God,  the  life  of  all  my  joys. 
 Aloud  will  1  rejoice. 
 
 2  'Tis  he  adorn'd  my  naked  foul, 
 
 And  made  falvation  mine  ; 
 Upon  a  poor  polluted  worm 
 He  made  his  grace  to  thine. 
 
 3  And  left  the  fhadow  of  a  fpot 
 
 Should  en  my  foul  be  found. 
 He  took  the  lobe  the  Saviour  wrought* 
 And  caft  it  all  around- 
 
 4  How  far  the  heav'nly  robe  exceeds 
 
 What  earthly  princes  wear  ! 
 The fe  ornaments,  how  bright  they  fhine  .' 
 How  white  the  garments  are  *. 
 
 3  The  Spirit  wrought  my  faith  and  love> 
 And  hope,  and  ev'ry  grace, 
 
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 But  Jefus  fper.t  his  life  to  work 
 The  robe  of  right 'oui'nefs. 
 Strangely,  my  foul,  art  thou  array'd 
 
 By  the  great  lacred  Three  ! 
 In  fweeteix  harmony  of  praife 
 Let  all  thy  pow'rs  agree. 
 
 H  Y  M  N    XXI.     Common  Metre. 
 
 A  vi/ion  of  t.be  kingdom  cf  Chriji  among  men. 
 
 Rev.   xxi.    i,  2,  3,  4. 
 
 LO,  what  a  glcr'ous  iight  appears 
 To  our  believing  eyes  ! 
 The  earth  and  feas  are  pafs'd  away  j 
 
 And  the  old  rolling  ikies. 
 From  the  third  hcav'11  where  God  refides* 
 
 (That  holy,  happy  place) 
 The  New  Jerufalem  comes  down 
 Adorn'd  with  ihining  grace. 
 
 3  Attending  angels  fbout  for  joy, 
 
 And  the  bight  armies  fmg, 
 Mortals,  behold  the  f acred  feat 
 Of  your  dfcending  King  ! 
 
 4  The  God  of  glory  doivn  to  men 
 
 Removes  bis  b/efs'd  abzde  I 
 Men,  the  dear  objecls  of  his  grace, 
 And  He  the  Litinsr  God. 
 ^   His  oivn  [oft  band  Jhall  ivipe  the  tears 
 From  ev'ry  ^weeping  eye, 
 And  pains,  and  groans,  and  griefs,  and  fears, 
 And  death  itfetf  Jhall  die  ! 
 6  How  long,  dear  Saviour  !   O  how  long 
 Shall  this  bright  hour  delay  ? 
 jFfy  fwifter  round,  ys  wheels  of  time,   ' 
 And  bring  the  welcome  day. 
 
 HYMNS  XXII  &  XXIII,  Refer' d  to  iisrAPfalni' 
 
 HYMN  XXIV.  i  Long   Metre. 
 
 The  rich  fimier  d';ing. 
 
 Ffal.  xlix.  6,  9.      Ecci.  viii.  8.     Job  iii.   \x,  15. 
 
 x   IN  vain  thefc  wealthy  mortals  toil, 
 
 JL  And  heap  their  dining  duft  in  vain? 
 
 B  3 
 
H  Y  M  N  S     and  B.  1. 
 
 Look  down  and  from  the  humble  poor* 
 
 And  boalt  their  lofty  hills  of  gain. 
 
 2  Their  golden  cord'als  cannot  cafe 
 Their  pained  hearts  or  aching  heaJs, 
 Nor  fright  nor  bribe  approaching  death 
 From  glitt'ring  roofs  and  downy  beds. 
 
 3  Their  ling'iing,  their  unwilling  fouls 
 The  difrnal  fummons  mufi  obey, 
 And  bid  a  long  a  fad  farewell, 
 
 To  the  pale  lump  of  lifelefs  cL:y. 
 
 4  Thence  they  are  hudj!ed  to  the  grave, 
 Where  kings  and  Haves  have  equal  thrones: 
 Their  bones  without  difkin&ion  lie 
 Among  the  heap  of  meaner  bones. 
 
 'The  rf/i  refer  red  to   the  ^.gth   Pfulm. 
 
 H  Y  M  N    XXV.       Long  Metre. 
 A  iiijion  of  the  Lar„b.      Rev.  v.    6,- 7,  8»  9. 
 
 1      A   LL  mortal  vanities  be  gone, 
 
 Jt\.  Nor  tempt  mine  eyesV  nor  tire  mine  ears  : 
 Behuld,  amidit  th'  eternal  throne 
 A  vifiou  of  the  Lamb  appears. 
 
 2?  [Glory  his  fleecy  robe  adorns, 
 
 Mark'd.  with  the  bloody  death  he  bore; 
 Sev'n  are  his  eyes,  and  fev'n  his  horns*, 
 His  wifdom  perfect  as  his  pov.  T. 
 
 3  Lo,  he  receives  a  feaied  book 
 
 From  him  who  fits  upon  the  throue  : 
 
 Jeius,  my  Lord  prevails  Uo  look 
 
 On  dark  decrees,  and  things  unknown  J 
 
 4  Ail  the  aflembled  faints  around 
 full  worshipping  before  the  Lamb,. 
 And  in  new  fongs  of  gofpel-found 
 Addrefs  their  honours  to  his  name. 
 
 c  f  The  joy,  the  fnout,  tiie  harmony 
 Hies  o'er  the  everUfting  hills : 
 IVortby  art  th-ju  tfont  'they  cr 
 '£o  read,  the  b.i,k,  te  bo/e  tbefeals.] 
 
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 6  Our  voices  join  the  heav'nly  drain, 
 And  with  tranfporting  piealure  fing, 
 Worthy  the  Lamb  who  once  was  ilainr 
 To  be  our  teacher  and  our  King  ! 
 
 7  His  words  of  prophecy  reveal 
 Eternal  counfels,  deep  deligns; 
 His  grace  and  vengeance  lhall  fulfil 
 The  peaceful  and  the  dreadful  lines. 
 
 8  Thou  haft  redeem 'd  our  fouls  from  hell 
 With  thine  invaluable  blood  ; 
 
 And  wretches,  who  did  once  rebel, 
 
 Are  now  made  fav' rites  of  their  God.  : 
 
 9  Worthy  forever  is  the  Lord, 
 
 Who  dy'd  for  treafons  not  his  own, 
 
 By  ev'ry  tongue  to  be  ador'd. 
 
 And  dwell  upon  his  Father's  throne  ! 
 
 H  Y  M  N   XXVI,     Common  Metre. 
 Hope  of  heaven,    l\  the  refurreSion  of  Chrift, 
 
 1  Pet.  i.  3,  4,  5. 
 
 1  T>  LEST  be  the  everlafting  God, 
 -D      The  Father  of  our  Lord  ; 
 lie  his  abounding  mercy  prais'd. 
 
 His  majefty  ador'd. 
 
 2  When  from  the  dead  he  rais'd  liis  Son, 
 
 And  cali'd  him  to  the  fky, 
 
 He  gave  our  fouls  a  lively  hope 
 
 That  they  ihould  never  die, 
 
 3  What  though  our  inbred  fins  jequire . 
 
 Our  fle/h  to  fee  the  duft  \ 
 Yet,  as  the  Lord  our  Saviour  rofe, 
 So  all  his  foll'wers  muff. 
 
 4  There's  an  inheritance  divine 
 
 Referv'd  againft  that  day  ; 
 "Tis  uncorrupted,   undefi1. '•;!.. 
 And  cannot  waite  away. 
 
$o  HYMNS     and  B.I. 
 
 5  Saints  by  the  pow'r  of  God  arc  kept, 
 
 Till  the  falvation  come  ; 
 We  walk  by  faith,  as  ftrangers  here. 
 Till  Chrift  lhall  call  us  home. 
 
 HYMN   XXVII.     Common  Metre. 
 Sjjfurance   of  heatun.       7.  Tim.    iv.    6,   Ac. 
 I   T^\EATH  may  difiblve  my  body  now, 
 X-J     And  bear  my  fpirit  home  ; 
 Why  do  my  -uinutcs  move  fo  flow, 
 Nor  my  falvation  come  ? 
 2,  With  heav'nly  weapons  I  have  fought 
 The  battles  of  the  Lord, 
 Finifh'd  my  courfe,  and  kept  the  laitr;. 
 And  wait  the  lure  reward. 
 
 3  God  has  laid  up  in  heav'n  for  me 
 
 A  crown  whkh  cannot  fade  ; 
 The  g-acious  Judge,  at  that  great  day, 
 Will  place  it- on  my  head. 
 
 4  Nor  hath  the  King  of  grace  decreed 
 
 This  prize  for  me  alone; 
 But  all  who  love,  and  long  to  fee, 
 
 Th'  appearance  of  his  Son. 
 $  Jefus  the  Lord  ihall  guard  me  fafc 
 
 From  ev'ry  ill  defign  ; 
 And  to  his  heav'nly  kingdom  lead 
 
 This  feeble  foul  of  mine. 
 
 6  God  is  my  everlsflirtg  aid, 
 
 And  hell  (hall  rage  in  vain  ; 
 
 To  him  be  higheft  glory  paid. 
 
 And  endlefs  praife.     Amen. 
 
 HYMN    XXVIII       Common  Metre. 
 
 The  triumph  cfCkriJi  ever  the  enemies  of  his  chunk. 
 
 Ifa.  ::liii.  i,  2,  3,  &c. 
 
 1  TX7HAT  mighty  man,  or  mighty  God* 
 V  V       Comes  travelling  in  ftaic, 
 Along  the  Idumean  road, 
 Away  from  Cozrah'u  g 
 
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 l  The  glory  of  his  robes  proclaim 
 'Tis  fome  victor'ous  King  : 
 "  'Tis  I,  the  Juft,  th'  Almighty  One, 
 "  That  your  falvation  bring." 
 
 3  Why,  mighty  Lord*  thy  faints  inquire*. 
 
 Why  thine  apparel  red  r 
 Why  all  thy  vefture  ftain'd  like  thofe 
 Who  in  the  wine  prefs  tread  ? 
 
 4  ««  I  by  myielfhave  trod  the  prefs, 
 
 "  And  crufh'd  my  foes  alone  j 
 ««  My  wrath  has  ftruck  the  rebels  dead, 
 ««  My  fury  ftamp'd  them  down. 
 
 $  «<  'Tis  Edom's  blood  which  dyes  my  robes 
 ««  With  joyful  fcarlet  ftains  ; 
 «*  The  triumph  that  my  raiment  wears 
 *'  Sprung  from  their  bleeding  veins. 
 
 6  *«  Thus  fhall  the  nations  be  deftroy'd 
 ««  That  dare  infult  my  faints  ; 
 "I  have  an  arm  t'  avenge  their  wrongs,, 
 *««  An. ear  for  their  complaints.'* 
 
 HYMN     XXIX.    Common  Metre; 
 Second  part  ;  or,  the  ruin  cf  Anticbrijl.  v.  4,  5,  6,  7, 
 
 i  "  T  LIFT  my  banner,  faith  the  Lord, 
 JL      "  Where  Antichrift  has  Hood  \ 
 ««  The  city  of  my  gof  pel's  foes 
 ««  Shall  be  a  field  of  blood. 
 
 -a  "  My  heart  has  ftudy'd  iuft  revenge, 
 «  And  now  the  day  appears  ; 
 «'  The  year  of  my  redeem'd  is  come, 
 ««  To  wipe  away  their  tears. 
 
 3  ««  Quite  weary  is  my  patience  grown, 
 
 «'  And  bids  my  fury  go: 
 ««  Swift  as  the  light'ning  it  fhall  move* 
 f*  And  be  as  fatal  too. 
 
 4  «•  T  call  for  helpers,  but  in  vain  : 
 
 *«  Thea  has  my  goipel  none  I 
 
22  H    Y   M   N   S      AND  B.   I. 
 
 **  Well,  mine  own  arm  has  might  enough 
 "  To  crufh  my  foes  alone. 
 
 5  "  Slaughter,  and  my  devouring  fword, 
 
 »«  Shall  waik  the  ftreets  around, 
 •»  Babel  lhall  reel  beneath  my  ftroke, 
 "  And  ftagger  to  the  ground." 
 
 6  Thy  honours,  O  vidor'ous  King  ; 
 
 Thine  own  right  hand  lhall  raife, 
 While  we  thy  awful  vengeance  Ting, 
 And  our  Deliv'rer  praife. 
 
 HYMN    XXX.      Long  Metre. 
 Prayer  for  delivcranct  arfiveied.   Ifa.  xxvi.  8 — 2o« 
 
 i    TNT  thine  own  ways,  C  God  of  love, 
 X   We  wait  the  viiits  of  thy  grace; 
 Our  fouls  defire  is  to  thy  name, 
 And  the  remembrance  of  thy  face. 
 
 2  My  thoughts  are  fearching,   Lord,  for  thee, 
 'Mongft  the  black  fhades  of  lonefome  night; 
 My  earneft  cries  falute  the  ikies 
 
 Before  the  dawn  reftore  the  light. 
 
 3  Look  how  rebellious  men  deride 
 The  tender  patience  of  my  God  ; 
 
 But  they  lnall  fee  thy  lifted  hand, 
 And  leel  the  fcourges  of  thy  rod. 
 
 4  Hark  !  the  Eternal  rends  the  iky  ; 
 A  mighty  voice  before  him  got., 
 A  voice  of  raufic  to  his  friends, 
 But  threat'ning  thunder  to  his  foes. 
 
 5  Come,  children,  to  your  Father's  arms, 
 Hide  in  the  chambers  of  my  grace 
 'Till  the  fierce  itorms  be  overblown. 
 And  my  revenging  fury  ceafe. 
 
 6  My  fword  fhail  boafl  its  thoufands  (lain, 
 And  drink  the  blood  of  haughty  kings, 
 
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 While  hcav'nly  peace  around  my  flock 
 Stretches  its  fort  and  fhady  wings. 
 
 HYMN    XXXI.    referred  to   PSALM    I. 
 
 HYMN    XXXII.    Common  Metre, 
 
 Strength  from   Heaven.        I  fa.  xl.  2"»  &C. 
 
 I  "\X7~HENCEdo  our  mournful  thoughts  arifet 
 VV       And  where's  our  courage  fled  ? 
 Have  reitlefs  fin,  and  raging  hell 
 Struck  all  our  comforts  dead  ? 
 
 a  Have  we  forgot  th'  Almighty  name 
 Which  form'd  the  earth  and  fea  ? 
 And  can  an  all-creating  arm 
 Grow  weary  or  decay  ? 
 
 3  Treafures  of  everlafting  might 
 
 In  our  Jehovah  dwell  ; 
 He  gives  the  conqueft  to  the  weak, 
 And  treads  their  foes  to  hell. 
 
 4  Mere  mortal  pow'r  fhall  fade  and  die. 
 
 And  youthful  vigour  ceafe  ; 
 But  we  who  wait  upon  the  Lord, 
 Shall  feel  our  ftrength  increafe. 
 
 5  The  faints  fhall  mount  on  eagle's  wings, 
 
 And  tafte  the  promis'd  blil's, 
 'Till  their  unwearied  feet  arrive 
 .  Where  perfect  pleafure  is. 
 
 ft-YM  NS  XXXIII,  XXXIV,  XXXV,  XXXVI, 
 XXXVII,  XXXVIII,  referred  to  Pfil.  exxxi, 
 «xxxiv,  lxvii,  lxxiii,  xc,  and  Ixxxiv. 
 
 HYMN    XXXIX.     Common  Metre. 
 
 God's  tender  are  of  bis  Church.  Ifa.  xlix.   13,  14,  &c. 
 
 1    1VF °W  fiuI1  my  iuward  J°ys  arife, 
 
 ITS    And  burft  into  a  fong;' 
 •    Almighty  love  infpires  my  heart, 
 And  pleafure  tunes  my  tongue. 
 
34  HYMNS     and  JB.  I.| 
 
 a   God  on  his  thirfty  Zion  hill 
 
 Some  mercy  drops  lias  thrown, 
 And  folemn  oaths  have  hound  his  love 
 To  ihow'r  ialvatjoii  down. 
 
 3  Why  do  we  then  indulge  our  fears, 
 
 Sufpicions  and  complaints  ? 
 
 Is  he  a  God,  and  ihall  his  grace 
 
 Grow  weary  of  his  faints  ? 
 
 4  Can  a  kind  woman  e'er  forget 
 
 The  infant  of  her  womb, 
 And,  'mongft  a  thouland  tender  thoughts, 
 Her  fuckling  have  no  room  ? 
 
 5  Yet,  faith  the  Lord,  fhould  nature  change, 
 
 And  mothers  monjlers  prove, 
 Zicn  fiill  dwells  upon  the  heart 
 Of  everiajiing  love. 
 
 6  Deep  on  the  palms  of  both  my  hands 
 
 I  have  engrav'd  her  name  ; 
 My  hands  Jhall  raife  her  ruined  ■walls ', 
 And  build  her  broken  frame. 
 
 HYMN    XL.- '  Long  Metre. 
 
 Ihe  bufinefs  and  blejfednefs  of  glorified  Saint:. 
 
 Rev.  vii.   13,  14,  1  5,  &cc. 
 
 I    TT7HAT  happy  ment  or  angels  thefe, 
 
 V  V      -That  all  their  robes  art  fpvt left  white  ? 
 Whence  did  this  glor'ous  troop  arrive 
 At  the  pure  realms  <f  hdiv'  nly  light  ? 
 
 3.  From  tort'ring  racks,  and  burning  fires, 
 And  fens  of  their  own  blood  they  came  : 
 But  nobler  blood  has  wifh'd  their  robes, 
 flowing  from  Chriit  the  dying  Lamb. 
 
 3   Now  they  approach  th!  almighty  throne 
 With  loud  Hofannas  night  and  day  ; 
 Sweet  anthems  to  (he  great  Th:ce-One» 
 Meafure  their  blefi'd  eternity. 
 
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 4  No  more  fhall  hunger  pain  their  fouls ; 
 He  bids  their  parchirtg  third  be  gone* 
 And  fpreads  the  ihadow  of  his  wings, 
 To  Ikreen  them  from  the  fcorching  fun. 
 
 5  The  Lamb »  who  fills  the  middle  throne, 
 Shall  ihed  around  his  milder  beams  : 
 There  fhall  they  feafl  on  his  rich  love, 
 
 .    And  drink  fulFjoys  from  living  dreams* 
 
 6  Thus  (hall  their  mighty  blifs  renew 
 Thro'  the  vaft  round  of  endiefs  years. 
 While  the  loft  hand  of  fov'reign  grace 
 Heals  all  their  wounds,  and  wipes  their  tears. 
 
 HYMN    XLI.    Common  Metre. 
 The  Martyrs  glorified.      Rev.    Vli.    13,   &c. 
 E   ^F^HESE  glor'oys  minds,  how  bright  tbsy  Jhine  f 
 JL      Whence  all  their  white  array  f 
 How  came  they  to  the  hapfy  feats 
 Of  everlajling  day  ? 
 
 1  From  tort'ring  pains  to  endiefs  joys 
 On  fiery  wheels  they  rode, 
 And  ftrangely  wath'd  their  raiment  white. 
 In  Jefus'  dying  blood. 
 
 3  Now  they  approach  a  fpotlefs  God, 
 
 And  bow  before  his  throne  : 
 Their  warbling  harps  and  facred  fongs 
 Adore  the  Holy  One. 
 
 4  The  unveil' d  glories  of  his  face 
 
 Among  his  faints  reiide, 
 While  the  rich  treafure  of  his  grace 
 Sees  all  their  wants  fupply'd. 
 
 5  T,    n^nring  thirft  fnall  leave  their  foul»j 
 
 A'ad  h*m'ge»  riee  as  fall; 
 The  fruir  of  i;^c's  immortal  tree 
 Snail  be  their  fweet  recall. 
 
 6  l"he  Lainb  fhall  lead  his  heav'nly  flock 
 
 Where  living  fountains  Hie* 
 C 
 
26  II  Y  M  K  S     and  B.I. 
 
 And  love  divine  fhall  wipe  away 
 The  farrows  of  their  eyes. 
 
 HYMN   XLII.      Common  Metre. 
 Divine  ivrarb  uvd  metcy.       Na.  i.  ii  2,  3,  &c 
 
 1  A  DORE  and  tremble,  for  our  God 
 
 il  lb  a  *cpnfuming  fire;  1Kb.  xii.  29.) 
 
 His  jealous  eyes  his  wrath  inflame, 
 And  raife  his  vengeance  higher. 
 
 2  Almighty  vengeance,  how  it  burns  ! 
 
 How  bright  his  fury  glows  ! 
 Vaft  magazines  of  plagues  and  florins 
 Life  treafur'd  for  his  foes. 
 
 3  Thole  heaps  of  wrath  by  flow  degrees 
 
 Are  fore'd  into  a  flame  ; 
 But,  kindled,  Oh  !  how  fierce  thy  blaze> 
 And  rend  all  nature's  frame. 
 
 4  At  his  approach  the  mountains  flee* 
 
 And  feek  a  wat'ry  grave  ; 
 The  frighted  tea  makes  halte  away, 
 And  lhrinks  up  ev'ry  wave. 
 
 5  Through  the  wide  air  the  weighty  rocks 
 
 Are  fv.ift  as  hail-ftenes  hu  id: 
 Who  da<-es  engage  the  riery  rage. 
 Which  fhakes  the  fotid  world  ? 
 
 6  Yet,  mighty  Gjd!  thy  fov'reign  grace 
 
 Sits  reger>t  on  the  throne, 
 The  refuge  or  thy  chofeu  race 
 
 When  wrath  comes  ruining  down. 
 
 7  Thy  hand  fhall  on  rebellious  kings 
 
 A  fiery  tc.r.pclt  pour, 
 While  we,  beneath  thy  fhelt'ring  wings 
 Thy  juft  revenge  adore. 
 
 HYMN  XI  III    Referred  to  Pfaljri  C  and 
 HYMN  XUV.  to  Pfalni  CXXXIII. 
 
 HYMN     XLV.     Cammwi  Metre. 
 Toe  loft  judgment.      Rev     xx i.    5,  6,  7,  8. 
 
 1    CIE  where*  the  £ic3t  incarnate  God 
 O   Tills  a  raajeftic  throne  ! 
 
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 While  from  the  fides  his  awful  voke 
 Bears  the  iait  judgment  down. 
 
 a  ["  I  am  the  firft,  and  I  the  lift, 
 
 "  Through  eudlefs  years  the  fame  ; 
 ««  /  jiMxs  my  memorial  ftiil, 
 «*  And  my  eternal  name. 
 
 3  <«  Such  favours  as  a  God  can  give, 
 
 «<  My  roval  grace  beftows ; 
 «*  Ye  thirfty  fouls,  come  taite  the  ftreams 
 "  Whore  life  and  pleafure  flows.] 
 
 4  ["  The  faint,  who  triumphs  o'er  his"iinsf 
 
 "  I'll  own  him  for  a  fon  ; 
 **  The  whole  creation  fhall  reward 
 «'  The  conquefts  he  has  won. 
 
 .5  m  But  bloody  hands,  and  hearts  unclean* 
 "  And  all  the  lying  race, 
 <«  The  faithlefs,  and  the  fcoffing  crew, 
 **  Who  fpum  at  olfsr'd  grace  ; 
 
 6  "  They  ftiali  be  taken  from  my  fight, 
 
 ««  Bound  with  an  iron  chain, 
 «<  And  headlong  plung'd  into  the  lake 
 M  Where  fire  and  darkneis  reign. "j 
 
 7  O  may  1  itand  before  the  Lamb, 
 
 When  earth  and  feas  are  fied  ! 
 And  hear  the  Judge  pronounce  my  name 
 With  bleffings  on  my  head  1 
 
 8  May  I  with  thofe  forever  dwell, 
 Who  here  were  my  delight, 
 
 While  finners,  banhh'd  down  to  hell, 
 No  more  offend  my  light. 
 
 HYMNS  XLVI.  XLVII.    referred  to 
 Pfalm  cxlviii  and  iii. 
 
 'A 
 
 HYMN   XLVIII.      Long  Metre. 
 
 Cbrifiian  race.      If.  xl.  28,  29,  &c. 
 
 V/AKE  our  fouls  (away  our  fears, 
 Let  ev'ij  trembling  thought  be  gone) 
 
2.8  HYMNS     and  B.I. 
 
 Awake,  and  run  the  heav'nly  race> 
 And  put  a  cheerful  courage  on. 
 
 a  True,   'tis  a  ftrait  and  thorny  road» 
 And  mortal  fpirits  tire  and  faint ; 
 But  they  forget  the  mighty  God, 
 Who  feeds  the  ftrength  of  ev'ry  faint. 
 
 £  The  mighty  God,  whofe  matchlefs  pow'r 
 
 Is  ever  new  and  ever  young, 
 '    And  firm  endures,   while  endlefs  years 
 
 Their  everlafting  circles  run. 
 
 4  From  Thee,  the  overflowing  fpring, 
 Our  fouls  ihall  drink  a  fre.h  fupply, 
 While  fuch  as  truft  their  native  flrength 
 Shall  melt  away,  a»d  droop,  and  die. 
 
 5  Swift  as  an  eagle  cuts  the  air, 
 We'll  mount  aloft  to  thine  ahode; 
 On  wings  of  love  our  fouls  fhall  fly, 
 Nor  tire  amidft  the  heav'nly  road. 
 
 HYMN    XLIX.     Common  Metre. 
 
 Works  of  Mofes  and  the  Lamb.      Rev.  xv.  3, 
 
 OW  ftrong  thine  arm  is,  mighty  Ged  ! 
 Who  would  not  fear  thy  name  ? 
 Jefus,  how  fweet  thy  graces  are  ! 
 Who  would  not  love  the  Lamb  ? 
 
 'H 
 
 1  He  has  done  more  than  Mofes  did, 
 Our  Prophet  and  our  King ! 
 From  bonds  of  hell  he  freed  our  fouls. 
 And  taught  our  lips  to  fing. 
 
 3  In  the  red  fea,  by  Mofes'  hand, 
 
 Th'  Egyptian  hoft  was  drown'd; 
 
 But  his  onvn  blood  hides  all  our  Jinst 
 And  guilt  no  more  is  found. 
 
 4  When  through  the  defart  Ifr'el  went* 
 
 With  manna  they  were  fed  ; 
 Our  Lord  invites  us  to  hisfejht 
 And  calls  it  living  bread. 
 
e"N 
 
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 *;  Mofcs  beheld  the  promis'd  land. 
 Yet  never  reach'd  the  place; 
 But  Chrift  fhall  bring  bis  foil' wen  home 
 To  fee  his  Father's  face. 
 
 6  Then  fha-11  our  love  arid  joy  be  full> 
 And  feel  a  warmer  name, 
 And  fweeter  voices  tune  the  fong 
 Of  Moles  and  the  Lamb. 
 
 HYMN   L.     Common  Metre* 
 
 Light   and  falvation    by    Jffus    Chrifi. 
 
 Luke  i.  68,  &c.  John  i.  29,  32. 
 
 OW  be  the  God  of  Ifr'el  bleit> 
 
 Who  makes  his  truth  appear  j 
 His  mighty  hand  fulfils  his  word> 
 And  all  the  oaths  he  fware* 
 
 Now  he  bedews  old  David's  root 
 
 With  bleflings  from  the  ikies; 
 He  makts  the  branch  of  promife  fhootj 
 
 The  promis'd  horn  arife. 
 
 [John  was  the  prophet  of  the  Lord* 
 
 To  go  before  his  face, 
 The  herald  that  our  Saviour-God 
 
 Sent  to  prepare  his  ways. 
 
 He  makes  the  great  falvation  known  ; 
 
 He  fpeaks  of  pardon 'd  iins  : 
 While  grace  divine  with  heav'nly  love 
 
 In  its  own  glory  lhines. 
 
 "  Behold  the  Lamb  of  God,  he  cries* 
 
 "  Who  takes  our  guilt  away  ; 
 <*  I  faw  the  Spirit  o'er  his  head 
 
 ««  On  his  baptizing  day.] 
 
 "  Be  ev'ry  vale  exalted  high  j 
 
 "  Sink  ev'ry  mountain  low  ; 
 «»  The  proud  muft  ftoop,  and  humble  fouls 
 
 ««  Shall  his  faiyaticn  know. 
 C    4 
 
30  H  Y  M  N  S     and  B.  I. 
 
 7  "  The  heathen  realms,  with  Ifr'el's  land* 
 "  Shall  join  in  fweet  accord  ; 
 ««  And  all  that's  born  of  man  lhall  fee 
 •«  The  glory  of  the  Lord. 
 
 S  ««  Behold  the  morning  ftar  arife, 
 ••  Ye  who  in  darknefs  fit ; 
 «?  He  marks  the  path  which  leads  to  peace* 
 ««  And  guides  our  doubtful  leet." 
 
 HYMN    LI.    Short  Metre. 
 Prefervirrg    Grace.       Jude   24*    a<j. 
 I  TpO  Cod  the  only  wife, 
 
 X     Our  Saviour  and  our  King, 
 
 Let  all  the  faints  below  the  Ikies 
 
 Their  humble  praifes  bring. 
 
 a  'Tis  his  almighty  love, 
 
 His  counfel,  and  his  care, 
 Preferve  us  fafe  from  fin  and  death» 
 And  ev'ry  hurtful  fnare. 
 
 3  He  will  prefent  our  fouls, 
 
 Unblemilh'd  and  complete* 
 Before  the  glory  of  his  face, 
 With  joys  divinely  great. 
 
 4  Then  all  the  chofen  feed 
 
 Shall  meet  a/ound  the  throne, 
 Shall  blefs  the  conduct  of  his  grace* 
 And  make  his  wonders  known. 
 
 5  To  our  Redeemer  God 
 
 Wifdom  and  pow'r  belongs* 
 Immortal  crowns  of  Majefty, 
 And  everlafting  fongs. 
 
 HYMN    ML    Long  Metre. 
 Bapilfm.     Mat.  xxviii.  19.    Ads  ii.  3$. 
 
 I   3rI"^\VAS  the  commiffion  of  the  Lord. 
 A     Go  teach  the  nations  and  lapt;z.e; 
 The  nations  have  receiv'd  the  wo;d 
 Since  he  afcended  to  the  Ikiej. 
 
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 2  He  fits  upon  th'  eternal  hills, 
 
 With  grace  and  pardon  in  his  hands» 
 And  fends  his  cov.'nant  with  the  feals^ 
 To  hlefs  the  darkfome  Gentile  lands. 
 
 3  Repent,  and  be  iaptiz'd,  he  faith» 
 For  the  remijjion  of  your  Jins  ; 
 
 And  thus  our  fenfe  affifts  our  faith, 
 And  fhows  us  what  his  gofpel  means. 
 
 4  Our  fouls  he  wafhes  in  his  blood, 
 As  water  makes  the  body  clean  ; 
 And  the  good  Spirit  from  our  God 
 Defeends,  like  purifying  rain. 
 
 5  Thus  we  engage  ourfelves  to  thee, 
 And  feal  our  cov'nant  with  the  Lord  % 
 O  may  the  great  Eternal  Three 
 
 In  heav'n  our  folemn  vows  record  J 
 
 HYMN   LIII.     Long  Metre. 
 
 The  holy  Scriptures. 
 
 Heb.  i.  1.     a  Tim.  iii.  15,  16.     Pf.  cxlvii.  19,  2e 
 
 1   f~^  OD,  who  in  var'ous  methods  told 
 V-X  His  mind  and  will  to  faints  of  old, 
 Sent  his  own  Son,  with  truth  and  grace*. 
 To  teach  us  jn  thefe  latter  days. 
 
 t  The  nations  read  the  written  word, 
 That  book  of  life,  that  £ure  record  : 
 The  bright  inheritance  of  heav'n 
 Is  by  the  fweet  conveyance  giv'n. 
 
 3  God's  kindeft.  thoughts  are  here  exprefs'd> 
 Able  to  make  us  wife  and  biefs'd ; 
 
 The  dodtriaes  are  divinely  true, 
 Pit  for  reproof,  and  comfort  too. 
 
 4  Ye  happy  lands,  who  read  his  love 
 In  long  epiftles,  from  above, 
 
 -(He  hath  not*fent  his  facred  word 
 To  ev'ry  land}  praifeye  the  Lord, 
 
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 HYMN    LIV.      Long  Metre. 
 
 Sainrs  beloved  in  Cbrijt.     Eph.  i.  3.  &c. 
 
 1  TESUS,  we  bid's  thy  Father's  name  ; 
 
 J    Thy  God  and  ours  are  botli  the  lame  : 
 What  heav'nly  bkilmgs  from  his  throne 
 fall  down  to  turners  through  his  Son  ! 
 
 2  Chriji  be  my  fir  ft  elect*  he  faid. 
 
 Then  chofe  our  fouls  in  Chnft  our  Head* 
 Before  he  gave  the  mountains  birthi 
 Or  laid  foundations  for  the  earth. 
 
 3  Thus  did  eternal  love  begin 
 
 To  raife  us  up  from  death  and  fin  ; 
 Our  characters  were  then  decreed* 
 Blame  left  in  love*  a  holy  feed. 
 
 4  Predellinated  to  be  fons, 
 
 Born  by  degrees,  but  chofe  at  once  ; 
 
 A  new  regenerated  race, 
 
 To  praile  the  glory  of  his  grace. 
 
 5  With  Chrift  our  Lord  we  fhare  our  part 
 In  the  affections  of  his  heart ; 
 
 Nor  ihall  our  fouls  be  thence  remov'd* 
 Till  he  forgets  his  hrft  belov'd. 
 
 HYMN    LV.     Common  Metre. 
 Sickmfs  and  recovery.      Ifa.  XXXviii.  9,  &c. 
 
 I  T  TT^HF.N  we  are  rais'd  from  deep  diitrefs 
 V  >      Our  God  deferves  a  long; 
 We  take  the  pattern  of  our  praile 
 From  Hezekiah's  tongue. 
 
 x  The  gates  of  the  cevouring  grave 
 Are  open'd  wide  in  vain, 
 If  he  who  holds  the  keys  of  death 
 Commands  them  fall  again. 
 
 3   Pains  of  the  fieHi  are  wont  t'  abufc 
 Our  minds  with  flavifh  fears  ; 
 Our  days  are  pajl,  and  %i>e  fljall  hfe 
 %ke  icmnunt  <>f  our  j cats, 
 
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 4  We  chatter  with  a  fwallow's  voice, 
 
 Or,  like  a  dove,  we  mourn, 
 Wjth  bitternefs,  inilead  of  joys, 
 Airlifted  and  forlorn. 
 
 5  Jehovah  fpeaks  the  healing  word, 
 
 And  no  difeafe  withftands  :. 
 Fevers  and  plagues  obey  the  Lord, 
 And  fly  at  his  commands. 
 
 €  If  half  the  fprings  of  life  fhould  break, 
 He  can  our  frame  reftore  : 
 He  calls  our  fins  behind  his  back, 
 And  they  are  found  no  more. 
 
 HYMN   LVI.     Common  Metre. 
 
 Babylon  filling.     Rev.  xv.  3.  xvi.  19.  xvii.  6» 
 
 1  "\X7E  fing  the  glories  of  thy  love  ; 
 
 VV     We  found  thy  dreadful  name  v 
 The  chriftian  church  unites  the  longs 
 Of  Moles  and  the  Lamb. 
 
 2  Great  God,  how  worid'rous  are  thy  works 
 
 Of  vengeance  and  of  grace  ! 
 Thou  King  of  faints,  «lmighty  Lord, 
 How  juft  and  true  thy  ways  I 
 
 3  Who  dares  refufe  to  fear  thy  name, 
 
 Or  worlhip  at  thy  throne  ? ' 
 Thy  judgments  fpeak  thy  holinefs 
 Through  all  the  nations  known. 
 
 4  Great  Babylon,  which  rules  the  earthh 
 
 Drunk  with  the  martyrs'  blood* 
 Her  crimes  thail  fpeedily  awake 
 The  fury  of  our  God. 
 
 5  The  cup  of  wrath  is  ready  mix'd, 
 
 And  (he  mull  drink  the  dregs; 
 >  Strong  is  the  Lord,  her  fov'reign  Judg^ 
 And  mail  fulfil  her  plagues. 
 
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 HYMN    LVIl.      Common  Metre. 
 Original  fin.      Ro.  V.    12.      Pf.  li.    5.      Job  xiv.   4. 
 J    T>  ACKWARD  with  humble  ihame  we  look 
 X)  On  our  original; 
 How  is  our  nature  daOVd  and  broke 
 In  our  firft  father's  tall ! 
 
 2  To  all  that's  good,  averfe  and  blind» 
 
 But  prone  to  all  that's  ill  j 
 What,  dreadful  darknefs  veils  our  mind  ! 
 How  obftinate  our  will  ! 
 
 3  [Conceiv'd  in  fin  (O  wretched  ftate  !) 
 
 Before  we  draw  our  breath  ; 
 The  firft  young  pulfe  begins  to  beat 
 Iniquity  and  death. 
 
 4  How  ftrong  in  our  degen'rate  blood 
 
 The  old  corruption  reigns, 
 And,  mingling  with  the  crooked  flood* 
 Wanders  through  all  our  veins  !] 
 
 5  Wild  and  unwholefome  as  the  root 
 
 Will  all  the  branches  be  ; 
 How  can  we  hope  tor  living  fruit 
 From  fuch  a  deadly  tree  ! 
 
 6  What  mortal  pow'r  from  things  unclean 
 
 Can  pure  productions*  bring  ? 
 Who  can  command  a  vital  ftream 
 From  an  infected  ipring  ? 
 
 7  Yet  mighty  God,  thy  wond'rous  love 
 
 Can  make  our  nature  clean, 
 While  Chrift  and  grace  prevail  above 
 The  tempter,  death  and  fin. 
 
 S  The  fecund  Adam  (hall  reftore 
 The  ruins*  of  the  firft  ; 
 Hofanna  to  that  fov'ieign  pow'ri 
 Which  new  creates  our  dult ! 
 
 HYMN    LVIII.     Long  Metre. 
 The  devil  vanquijhed.      Rev.   xii.   7- 
 j    "      ET  mortal  tongues  attempt  to  fing 
 
 X-i     The  wars  of  heav'n,  when  Michael  flood 
 
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 Chief  gen'ral  of  th'  eternal  King, 
 And  fought  the  battles  of  our  God. 
 
 a  Againft  the  dragon  and  iiis  hoft 
 The  armies  of  the  Lord  prevail  ; 
 In  vain  they  rage,  in  vain  they  boaft, 
 Their  courage  finks,  their  weapons  fail. 
 
 3  Down  to  the  earth  was  fatan  thrown  ; 
 Down  to  the  earth  his  legions  fell  ; 
 Then  was  the  trump  of  triumph  blown, 
 Ancl  fhook  the  dreadful  deeps  of  hell. 
 
 4  Nov/  is  the  hour  of  darknefs  paft, 
 Chrift  has  aflum'd  his  reigning  pow'r  ; 
 Behold  the  great  accufer  caft 
 
 Down  from  the  ikies,  to  rife  no  more  ! 
 
 5  'Twas  by  thy  blood,  immortal  Lamb. 
 Thine  armies  trod  the  tempter  down  : 
 'Twas  by  thy  word  and  pow'rful  name 
 They  gain'd  the  battle  and  renown. 
 
 6  Rejoice,  ye  heav'ns  ;  let  ev'ry  fear 
 Shine  with  new  glories  'round  the  Iky  : 
 Saints,  while  ye  ling  the  heav'nly  war» 
 Raife  your  Deliverer's  name  on  high. 
 
 HYMN    LIX.    Long  Metre. 
 
 Babylon  fallen.      Rev.  xviii.  20,  21.  , 
 
 I   TN  Gabriel's  hand,  a  mighty  flone 
 JL    Lies  a  fair  type  of  Babylon  : 
 
 Prophets,   rejoice,   and  all  ye  faints, 
 God  fhall  a-venge  your  long  complaints: 
 
 z  He  faid,  and  dreadful  as  he  flood* 
 He  funk  the  mill-ftone  in  the  flood  ; 
 Thus  terribly  Jball  BabHort  fall- 
 Sink — and  no  more  be  found  at  all. 
 
 HYMN    LX.    Long  Metre. 
 The  promt  fed  Me£iah  born.      Luke  i.  46,  &c. 
 
 X  Y"\^^"  f°uls  ^a^  magnify  the  "Lord  ; 
 v^  \n  Codt  the  Saviour,  we  rejoice  : 
 
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 While  we  repeat  the  Virgin's  fong, 
 May  the  fame  fpirit  tune  our  voice. 
 
 a  [The  Higheft  faw  hgr  low  eftate, 
 
 And  mighty  tilings  his  hand  hath  done; 
 Hio  overlhad'wing  pow'r  and  grace 
 Makes  her  the  mother  of  a  Son. 
 
 3  Let  ev'ry  nation  call  her  blefs'd, 
 And  endlefs  years  prolong  her  fame  : 
 But  God  alone  mult  be  adq/'d  : 
 Holy  and  rev'rend  is  his  name  ] 
 
 4  To  thofe  who  fear  and  trufl  the  Lord 
 His  mercy  Hands  forever  fu*-e  : 
 From  age  to  age  his  pronwie  lives, 
 And  the  performance  is  fcvure. 
 
 5  He  fpake  to  Abra'm  and  his  feed — 
 In  thee  jhall  all  the  earth  be  kiefs' d ; 
 The  mem'ry  of  that  ancient  word 
 Lay  long  in  His  eternal  breaft. 
 
 6  But  now,  no  more  (hall  Ifr'el  wait; 
 No  more  the  Gentiles  lie  iorloin  : 
 Lo,  the  Defirt  of  nations  comes- — 
 Behold,  the  promii'd  Seed  is  boin  ! 
 
 HYMN    LXI.       Long  Metre. 
 Chrlji  coming  to  judgment.      Rev.  i.    5,  6,  7. 
 
 1   ^VTOW  to  the  Lord,  who  makes  us  know 
 i.  ^i    The  wonders  of  his  dying  love,. 
 Be  humble  honours  paid  below, 
 And  ltrains  of  nobler  praife  a^ove. 
 
 3  'Twas  he  who  cleans'd  oif  foulell  fius, 
 And  waih'd  us  in  his  richeft  blood  ; 
 'Tis  he  who  makes  uj>  piiefts  and  kings, 
 And  brings  us  rebels  near  to  God. 
 
 3   To  Jefus.  our  atoning  Prieft, 
 To  Jefus,  our  fupenor  King, 
 Be  everlaliii  g  pow'r  confefs'dt 
 And  ey'ry  tongue  his  gloiy  fing. 
 
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 4  Behold  !  on  £ying  clouds  he  comes* 
 And  ev'ry  eye  ihali  fee  him  move  ; 
 Though  with  our  fins  .ve  pierc'd  him  oncef 
 Now  he  difplays  his  pard'nmg  love. 
 
 5  The  unbelieving  world  fbai]  wailf 
 While  we  rejoice  to  fee  the  day  ; 
 Comet  Lord— nor  let  thy  promife  failj 
 Nor  let  thy  char'ots  lor.g  delay. 
 
 H  Y  M  N    LXII.     Common  Metre. 
 
 -ChrJji  J  (fit:,  the  Lamb  cf  Gcd,  ivorfiipped  by  til  tie 
 creation.      Rev.  v.    n,  12,   13. 
 
 1    f~^  OME,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  fongs 
 V_^      With  angels  round  the  throne  ; 
 Ten  thoufand  thoufand  are  their  tongue: 
 But  all  their  joys  are  one. 
 
 1  Worthy  the  Lamb  that  dy'J,  they  cry, 
 To  be  exalted  thus  ; 
 fVcrtky  the  Lamb,  our  lips  reply. 
 For  he  was  "flain  for  us. 
 
 3  Jefus  is  worthy  to  receive 
 
 Honour  and  pow'r  divine  ; 
 And  blefiings,  more  than  we  can  give* 
 Be,  Lord,  forever  thine. 
 
 4  Let  all  who  dwell  above  the  iky, 
 
 And  air,  and  earth,  and  feas, 
 Confpire  to  raife  thy  glories  high* 
 And  fpeak  thine  endlefs  praife. 
 
 5  Let  all  creation  join  in  one, 
 
 To  blefs  the  iacred  name 
 Of  him,  who  fits  upon  the  throne, 
 And  to  adore  the  Lamb. 
 
 H  Y  M  N    LXIII.    Long  Metre. 
 ChrijVs  humiliation  and  exaltation.      Rev.  Y, 
 J   ^I7HAT  equal  honours  fhail  we  bring, 
 v  V     To  thee,  O  Lordi  our  God,  the  Lamb? 
 W  en  all  the  notes  which  angels  firvg, 
 «  Are  fox  inferior  to  thy  nan:e  ? 
 D 
 
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 2  Worthy  is  he  who  once  was  (lain, 
 
 The  Prince  of  Lite,  who  groan'd  and  dy'd  ; 
 Worthy  to  rile,  and  five,  and  reign 
 At  his  almighty  Father's  fide. 
 
 3  Pow'r  and  dominion  are  his  due, 
 Who  flood  condemn'd  at  Pilate's  bar; 
 "Wifdom  belongs  to  Jcfus  too, 
 
 Though  he  was  charg'd  with  madnefs  here. 
 
 4  All  riches  are  his  native  rieht, 
 Yet  he  fuftain'd  amazing  lofs  : 
 To  hiin  afcribe  eternal  might, 
 Who  left  his  weaknefs  on  the  crofs. 
 
 5  Honour  immortal  mull  be  paid, 
 Inftcad  of  icandal  and  of  fcorn  ; 
 While  glory  mines  around  his  head, 
 And  a  bright  crown,  without  a  thorn. 
 
 6  Bleflings  forever  on  the  Lamb, 
 
 Who  bore  the  curfe  for  wretched  men  : 
 Let  angels  found  his  facred  name, 
 And  ev'ry  cieaturefay — Amen. 
 
 HYMN    LXIV.     Short  Metre. 
 Adoption,      i  John,  iii.    I,  &c.   Gal.  vi.   &. 
 EHOLD,  what  wond'rous  grace 
 
 B 
 
 The  Father  has  beftow'd 
 On  finners,  of  a  mortal  race, 
 To  call  them— foni  cj  G.d ! 
 
 a  'Tis  no  furprifing  thing 
 
 That  we  (hould  be  unknown  ; 
 The  Jewifh  world  knew  not  their  Kingt 
 God's  everlaliing  Son  : 
 
 3  Nor  doth  it  yet  appear 
 
 How  great  we  mull  be  made  ; 
 But,  when  we  ice  our  Saviour  near, 
 We  ihail  be  like  our  Head. 
 
 4  A  hope,  Co  much  divine. 
 
 May  trials  well  endure — 
 
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 May  purge  our  fouls  from  fenfe  and  Cn» 
 As  Chrift  the  Lord  is  pure. 
 
 5  If  in  my  Father's  love 
 
 1  mare  a  filial  partj 
 Semi  down  thy  fpirit,  like  a  dove? 
 To  reft  upon  my  heart. 
 
 6  We  would  no  longer  lie, 
 
 Like  Haves,  beneath  the  throne  ; 
 Our  faith  ihall  Abba  Father  cry, 
 -And  thou  the'kindred  own. 
 
 HYMN  LXV.     Long  Mfctre, 
 
 TLe   Jjy    of  "Judgment.       Rev.  xi.     15- 
 
 1  T    ET  the  fev'nth  angel  found  on  high  ; 
 \~u  Let  ihouts  be  heard  through  ail  the  iky  x. 
 Kings  of  the  earth,  with  glad  accord, 
 
 Give  up  your  kingdoms  to  the  Lord. 
 
 2  Almighty  Gcd,  thy  po.v'r  afTucne, 
 Who  waft,  and  art,  and  art  bo  come  : 
 jefus,  the  Lamb,  who  once  waft  ilain* 
 Forever  live,  forever  reign  I 
 
 3  The  angry  nations  fret  and  roar 
 That  they  can  flay  the  faints  no  more : 
 On  wings  of  vengeance  flies  our  God 
 To  pay  the  long  arrears  of  blood. 
 
 4  Now  muft  the  rifing  dead  appear — 
 Now  the  decifive  fentence  hear  ; 
 Now  :he  dear  martyrs  of  the  Lord 
 Receive  an  infinite  reward. 
 
 HYMN   LXYI.     Long  Metre. 
 
 Chriji  at   bis   table.     Sol.  Song  i.    2,  3,  &c. 
 
 1  T    ET  him  embrace  my  foul,  and  prove 
 A-J  Mine  int'reft  in  his  heav'niy  love  : 
 The  voice  which  tells  me — Tbau  art  mine— 
 Exceeds  the  blefiings  oi  the  vine. 
 
 2  On  thee  th'  anointing  Spirit  came, 
 And  fpreads  the  favour  of  thy  name  ; 
 
40  HYMNS     and  E.  I. 
 
 That  oil  of  gladnefs  and  of  grace 
 Draws  virgin  fouls  10  meet  thy  face. 
 
 3  jefus,  allure  me  by  thy  charms, 
 My  foul  lhall  fly  into  thine  arms  ! 
 Our  wana'ring  feet  thy  favours  bring 
 To  the  fair  chambers  of  the  King. 
 
 4  [Wonder  and  pleafure  tune  our  voice, 
 to  fpeak  thy  praifes  and  our  joys  : 
 Our  rnem'iy  keeps  this  love  of  thine 
 Beyond  the  tafte  of  richeft  wine  ] 
 
 U  Though  in  ourfelves  deform'd  we  are* 
 And  biack  as  Redar's  tents  appear  j 
 Yet,  when  we  put  thy  beauties  on» 
 lair  as  the  courts  ot  Solomon. 
 
 o  [While  at  his  table  fits  the  King, 
 He  love*  to  fee  us  fmile  and  fing  : 
 Our  graces  are  our  bed  perfume, 
 And  breathe  iike  fpikenard  round  the  room.} 
 
 7  As  myrrh,  new  bleeding  from  the  tree, 
 Such  is  a  dying  Chrift  to  me  ; 
 And,  while  he  makes  my  foul  his  gueft. 
 My  bofom,  Lord,  ihall  be  thy  reft. 
 
 5  [No  beams  of  cedar,  or  of  fir. 
 Can  with  thy  courts  on  earth  compare  j. 
 And  here  we  wait,  until  thy  love 
 Uaife  us  to  nobler  feats  above  ] 
 
 HYMN   LXVIL     Long  Metre. 
 
 Seeking   the  pajtures    of  Qbrijl   the   Shepherd* 
 
 Solomon's  Songs,  i.  7, 
 
 3  '  I  ^HOU,  whom  my  foul  admires  above 
 
 JL     All  earhly  joy,  and  earthly  love, 
 
 Tell  me,  dear  Shepherd,  let  mc  know, 
 
 Where  do  thy  fweeteft  paftures  grow  ? 
 
 z  Where  is  the  fhadow  of  that  rock, 
 Which  from  the  fun  defends  thy  nock  t 
 
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 Fain  would  I  feed  among  thy  fheep, 
 Among  them  reft;  among  them  fJeep. 
 
 3  Why  lhould  thy  bride  appear  like  one 
 Who  turns  afide  to  paths  unknown  - 
 My  confiant  feet  would  never  rove» 
 Would  never  feek  another  love. 
 
 4  [The  footfieps  of  thy  flock  I  fee — 
 Thy  fweeteii  paftures,  here  they  be ; 
 A  wond'rous  feaft  thy  love  prepares, 
 
 Bought  with  thy  wounds,  and  groans,  and  tears. 
 
 5  His  deareft  fiefh  he  makes  my  food, 
 And  bids  me  drink  his  richeft  blood  : 
 Here  to  thefe  hills  my  foul  will  come, 
 Till  my  beloved  lead  me  home.] 
 
 HYMN   LXVII1.     Long  Metrev 
 
 Banquet  of  Icue.      Scl.   Song  ii.    I,   2»  &6« 
 EHOLD  the  Rcfe  of  Sharon  here* 
 The  Lily  which  the  vallies  bear  ! 
 Behold  the  Tree  cf  Life,  which  gives 
 Refreihing  fruit  and  healing  leaves  1  * 
 
 a  Among  the  thorns  fo  lilies  fhinei 
 Among  wild  gourds  the  noble  vine; 
 So  in  mine  eyes  my  Saviour  proves, 
 Amidfl  a  thoufand  meaner  loves. 
 
 3  Beneath  his  cooling  fhade  I  fit, 
 
 To  lhield  me  from  the  burning  heat ; 
 Of  heav'nly  fruit  he  fpreads  a  feafi, 
 To  feed  mine  eyes,  and  pleafe  my  tafte. 
 
 4  [Kindly  he  brought  me  to  the  place 
 Where  ftood  the  banquet  or  his  grace  ; 
 He  faw  me  faint,  and  o'er  my  head 
 The  banner  of  his  love  he  fpread. 
 
 £  With  living  bread,  and  gen'rous  wine, 
 He  cheer'd  this  finkmg  heart  of  mine  ; 
 And,  op'ning  his  own  heart  to  me, 
 He  fhew'd  his  thoughts,  how  kind  they  be.l  , 
 D  a. 
 
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 6  0  never  let  my  Lord  depart ! 
 
 Lie  down,  and  reft  upon  my  heart ; 
 I  charge  my  fins  not  once  to  move, 
 ihlturb,  nor  wake,  nor  grieve  my  love. 
 
 HYMN    LXIX.    Long  Metre. 
 
 Chrijl  appearing  to  his  Church*,  and  feekir.g  her  corn- 
 
 ■pamy.     Sol.  Song.   ii.  8,  9,   10,   ri»  Ice. 
 
 1  HPHE  voice  of  my  beloved  founds 
 
 A     Over  the  rocks  and  rifing  grounds; 
 O'er  hills  of  guilt,  and  leas  of  gref, 
 He  leaps,  he  flies  to  my  relief! 
 
 2  Now  through  the  veil  of  flem  I  fee. 
 With  eyes  of  love  he  looks  on  me  ; 
 Now  in  the  gofpel's  cleareft  glafs 
 He  thews  the  beauties  of  his  face. 
 
 3  Gently  he  draws  my  heart  along, 
 lioth  with  his  beauties  and  his  tongue  j 
 Rife,  faith  the  Lord,  make  hufte  aivay% 
 JVe  mortal  joys  are  ivorth  thy  flay. 
 
 4  The  Jeivijb  ivint'ry  flatf  is  gone, 
 
 <rTh$  mifis  are  fled,  the  fpf'ing  comes  ottt 
 The  f acred  turtle-dove  v.e  i\ar 
 proclaim  the  neiv,   the  joyful  year. 
 
 £    Th'  immoi  tal  mine  of  heavenly  roott 
 Bloffoms  and  duds,  and  gives  her  fruit  / 
 Lo,  we  are  come  to  talte  the  wine  ; 
 Our  fouls  rejoice,  and  blefs  the  vine. 
 
 6  And  when  we  hear  our  Jefus  fay — 
 Rife  up,  )ny  Jove,  and  hafle  aivay  I 
 Our  hearts  would  tain  out-hy  the  vvindt 
 And  leave  all  earthly  loves  behind. 
 
 HYMN    LXX.     Long  Metre. 
 Chrijl  inviting,  and  the  Church  anfiuering  the  Invi- 
 tation.     Sol.  Song.   ii.   14*   16,   17. 
 
 %  [TJARK  !  the  Redeemer  from  on  high* 
 JTX  Sweetly  invites  hjs  fav 'rites  nigh* 
 
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 From  caves  of  darknefs  and  of  doubt* 
 He  gently  fpeaks,  and  calls  us  out. 
 
 a  My  dove*  nvho  bideji  in  the  rocky 
 Ibine  heart  almoji  with  forroiv  broket 
 L'ft  up  thy  face,  forget  thy  fear, 
 And  Jet  thy  voice  delight  mine  ear. 
 
 3  'Thy  -voice,   to  me,  founds  ever  fiveet  ; 
 My  graces  in  thy  count' 'nance  meet  .♦ 
 Though  tie  vain  world  thy  face  defpife9 
 *Tis  bright  and  comely  in  mine  eyes. 
 
 4  Dear  Lord,  our  thankful  heart  receives 
 The  hope  thine  invitation  gives  : 
 
 To  thee  our  joyful  lips  fhall  raife 
 The  voice  of  prayer,  and  of  praife.J 
 
 e  [I  am  my  Love's,  and  he  is  mine  ; 
 
 Our  hearts,  our  hopes,  our  paflions  join *§. 
 
 Nor  ret  a  motion,  nor  a  word, 
 
 Nor  thought  arile,  to  grieve  my  Lord* 
 
 6  My  foul  to  paftures  fair  he  leads, 
 Among  the  lilies,  where  he  feeds, 
 Among  the  faints  (whole  robes  are  white 
 Wafh'd  in  his  blood)  is  his  delight. 
 
 7  Till  the  day  break,  and  fhadows  nee. 
 Till  the  fweet  dawning  light  I  fee, 
 Thine  eyes  to  me-ward  often  turn, 
 Nor  let  my  foul  in  darknefs  mourn. 
 
 3  Be  like  a  hart  on  mountains  green. 
 Leap  o'er  the  hills  of  fear  and  fin  ; 
 Nor  guilt,  nor  unbelief  divide 
 My  Love,  my  Saviour,  from  my  fide. 3, 
 
 H  Y  M  N     LXXI.    Long  Metre. 
 
 Cbriji  found  in  tbejireet,  and  brought  tojhe  Church 
 Sol.  Song.  iii.    r,  2,  3,  '4,  5. 
 
 1   /^FTEN  I  feek  my  Lord  by  night, 
 V>/  Jeius,  my  love,. my  foul's  delight 5, 
 
44  HYMNS     and  B.  M 
 
 With  warm  defire  and  reftlcfs  thought, 
 I  feek  him  oft,  but  find  him  not. 
 
 a  Then  I  arife,  and  fearch  the  ftreet, 
 Till  I  my  Lord*  my  Saviour  meet ; 
 I  afk  the  watchman  of  the  night; 
 fVhere  did  you  fee  my  fou/'s  delight  P 
 
 3  Sometimes  I  find  him  in  my  way, 
 Direcled  by  a  heav'nly  ray  ; 
 
 I  leap  for  joy  to  fee  his  face* 
 
 And  hold  him  faft  in  mine  embrace. 
 
 4  [I  bring  him  to  my  mother's  home, 
 (Nor  does  my  Lord  refufe  to  come) 
 To  Zion's  iacred  chambers,  where 
 My  foul  firft  drew  the  vital  air. 
 
 5  He  gives  me  there  his  bleeding  heart, 
 Pierc'd  for  my  fake  with  deadly  fmart; 
 I  give  my  foul  to  him,  and  there 
 
 Our  loves  their  mutual  tokens  fhare.] 
 
 6  I  charge  you  all,  ye  earthly  toys, 
 Approach  not  to  difiurb  my  joys  ; 
 Nor  fin.  nor  hell,  come  near  my  heart* 
 To  caufe  my  Saviour  to  depart. 
 
 HYMN    LXXII.    Long  Metre. 
 
 Coronation  of  CbriJ},  and  efpoufals  of  the  Church. 
 
 Sol.  Song.  iii.  2. 
 
 i  TPVAUGHTERS  of  Zion,  come  behold 
 \~J  The  crown  of  honour  and  of  gold, 
 Which  the  glad  church  with  joys  unknown 
 Plac'd  on  the  head  of  Solomon. 
 
 2  jefus,  thou  everlafting  King, 
 Accept  the  tribute  which  we  bring ; 
 Accept  the  well  deferv'd  renown. 
 And  wear  our  praifes  as  thy  crown. 
 
 3  Let  ev'ry  acl  of  worfhip  be 
 
 Like  our  efpoufals,  Lord,  to  thee  ; 
 Like  the  dear  hour,  when  from  abovej 
 Wc  fiyft  rec«iv'd  thy  pledge  of  love. 
 
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 4  The  gladnefs  of  that  happy  day 
 
 Our  hearts  would  wiih  it  long  to  Ray  ; 
 Nor  let  our  faith  forfake  its  hold. 
 Nor  comfort  fink,  nor  love  grow  cold. 
 
 5  O  !  let  each  minute  as  it  fiies 
 Increafe  thy  praife,  improve  our  joys, 
 Till  we  are  rais'd  to  hr.g  thy  name 
 At  the  great  fupper  of  the  Lamb. 
 
 6  O  that  the  months  would  roll  away. 
 And  bring  that  coronation-day  i 
 
 The  King  of  Grace  lhali  fill  the  throne» 
 With  all  his  Father's  glories  on. 
 
 HYMN.   LXXIII.       Long  Metre, 
 Ibe  church's  beauty  in  the  eyes  of  Chrift, 
 Sol.  Song.  iv.     1,  io»  u,  7?  8,  9. 
 I   "FT"  IND  is  the  fpeech  01  Chrift  our  Lord? 
 JlS».      Aifeclion  founds  in  ev'ry  word  ; 
 Lo,   thou  art  fair*  my  love,  he  cries* 
 '   Not  tie  young  doves-  have  fweeter  eyes, 
 
 Z  [Sweet  are  thy  lips,  thy  pleafing  voice 
 Salutes  mine  ear  •with  fecret  joys  ; 
 No  fpice  fo  much  delights  the  fmell* 
 Nor  milk  nor  honey  tajles  fo  •well.'] 
 
 3  Thnu  art  all  fair,   my  bride,  to  me  / 
 /  will  behold  no  fpot  in  thee  : 
 
 What  mighty  wonders  love  performs  ! 
 And  puts  a  comelinefs  on  worms  ! 
 
 4  DeftTd  and  loathforne  as  we  are» 
 
 Ke  makes  us  white,  and  calls  us  fair ; 
 Adorns  us  with  that  heav'nly  drefs> 
 His  graces  and  his  right  'oufnefs. 
 
 5  My  fijier  and  my  fpoufe,  he  cries. 
 Bound  to  my  heart  by  varous  ties  ; 
 The  powerful  love  my  heart  retains 
 
 In  Jlrong  delight,  and  p leafing  chains. 
 
 $  He  calls  me  from  the  leopard's  den, 
 from  the  wild  world  of  beafts  and  men* 
 
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 To  Zion,  where  his  glories  are — 
 Not  Lebanon  is  half  To  fair. 
 
 7  Nor  dens  of  prey,  nor  flow'ry  plains* 
 Nor  earthly  joys,  nor  earthly  pains 
 Shall  hold  my  feetr  or  force  my  itay. 
 When  Chrift  invites  my  foul  away. 
 
 HYMN   LXXIV.       Long  Metre. 
 The  cburch  the  garden  of  Cbrift. 
 Solomon  Songs,  iv.    12,   13,   45,  and  v.   (. 
 1   TT7E  are  a  garden  wall' d  around, 
 
 VV      Cholen  and  made  peculiar  ground  ; 
 A  little  fpot,  enclos'd  by  grace, 
 Out  of  the  world's  wide  wildernefs. 
 
 1  Like  trees  of  myrrh  and  fpice,  we  ftand. 
 Planted  by  God  the  Father's  hand, 
 And  all  his  lprings  in  Zion  flow 
 To  make  the  young  plantation  grow. 
 
 3  Awake,  O  heav'nly  wind,  and  come. 
 Blow  on  this  garden  of  perfume  ; 
 Spirit  divine,  defcend  and  breathe, 
 A  gracious  gale  on  plants  beneath. 
 
 4  Make  our  beft  fpices  flow  abroad, 
 To  entertain  our  Saviour  God  ; 
 And  faith,  and  love,  and  joy  appearj 
 And  ev'ry  grace  be  attive  here- 
 
 5  [Let  my  beloved  come,  and  tafte 
 His  pleafant  fruits  at  his  own  feaft : 
 J  come,  my  fpcufe,   I  comet  he  cries, 
 With  love  and  pleai'ure  in  his  eyes. 
 
 6  Our  Lord  into  his  garden  comes, 
 Well  pleas'd  to  fmell  our  poor  perfumes; 
 And  c^ils  us  to  a  feaft  divine, 
 Sweeter  than  honey,  milk  or  wine. 
 
 7  Eat  of  tht  tret  of  life,  ;ny  friendsf 
 The  i>lejpngs,fwbicb%my  Father  fends  ; 
 Tour  tafte  Jhall  ail  my  dainties  prove. 
 And  drink  abundance  cf  my  ici-e. 
 
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 <S  Jefus,  we  will  frequent  thy  ooard, 
 And  fing  the  bounties  of  our  Lord  ' 
 But  the  rich  food,  on  which  we  live* 
 Demands  more  praife  than  tongues  can  give,  j 
 
 HYMN    LXXV.    Long  Metre. 
 The  defer  iftlon  of Cbr/f,  the  beloved. 
 Sol.  Song  v.  9,  10,  lit  12'  I4»  *S»  16. 
 -3  rT"1HE  woad'ring  world  inquire  to  ljnowt 
 1     Why  I  mould  love  my  jefus  lb: 
 What  are  bis  charms,  fay  they,  above 
 The  objects  of  a  mortal  love  ? 
 
 1  Yes,  my  "beloved,  to  my  fight 
 
 Shews  a  ftveet  mixture,  red  and  whiter 
 All  human  beauties,  all  divine, 
 In  my  beloved  meet  and  fhine. 
 
 3  White  is  his  foul,  from  blemifh  free  ; 
 Red  with  the  blood  he  (bed  for  me  j 
 The  faireft  of  ten  thoufand  fairs — 
 A  fun  among  ten  thoufand  ftars; 
 
 4  [His  head  the  fineft  gold  excels  ; 
 There  wifdom,  in  perfection,  dwells* 
 And  glory,  like  a  crown,  adorns 
 Thole  temples  once  befet  with  thorns. 
 
 -5  Companions  in  his  heart  are  found, 
 Hard  by  the  fignals  of  his  wound  : 
 His  facred  fide  no  more  fhall  bear 
 The  cruel  -fcourge,  the  piercing  fpear.] 
 
 6  [His  hands  are  fairer  to  behold 
 Than  diamonds  fet  in  rings  of  gold  ; 
 Thofe  heav'nly  hands  which  on  the  tree 
 Were  naiPd  and  torn,  and  bled  for  me  ! 
 
 7  Though  once  he  bow'd  his  feeble  knees, 
 Loaded  with  fins  and  agonies, 
 Now  on  the  throne  of  his  command 
 His  legs,  like'marble  pillars,  ftand  ] 
 
 "8  [His  eves  are  majefty  and  love — 
 The  eagle  ftmper'd  with  the  do  re.- 
 
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 No  more  (halt  trirkiing  forrows  roll 
 Through  thole  Ucar  windows  of  his  foul.} 
 
 9  His  mouth,  which  pour'd  out  long  complaints* 
 N  >w  fmilcst  and  cheers  his  fainting  faiotfa  . 
 His  countenance  more  graceful  is 
 Than  Lebanon  with  all  its  trees. 
 
 Jo  AH  over  glor'ous  is  my  Lord, 
 Muft  be  belov'd,  and  yet  ador'd  ; 
 His  worth,  if  all  the  nations  knew, 
 3ure  the  whole  earth  would  love  him  too. 
 
 HYMN    LXXVI.    Long  Metre. 
 Cbrljl  dwells  in  hewveny  but  vifits  on  earth, 
 Sol-  Songs  vi.  i,  2,  3,  12. 
 j  TT  THEN  ftrangers  ftand,  and  hear  me  tell 
 VV     What  beauties  in  my  Saviour  dwell  , 
 Where  he  is  gone  they  fain  would  know. 
 That  they  may  feek  and  love  him  too. 
 
 %  My  beft  Beloved  keeps  his  throne 
 
 On  hills  of  light,  in  worlds  unknown  : 
 <  But  he  defcends  and  (hews  his  face 
 In  the  young  gardens  of  his  grace. 
 
 3  fin  vineyards  planted  by  his  hand, 
 Where  fruitful  trees  in  order  ftand  ; 
 He  feeds  among  the  fpicy  beds, 
 Where  lilies  lhow  their  fpotlefs  heads. 
 
 4  He  has  engrof-'d  my  warmeft  love, 
 No  earthly  charms  my  foul  can  move ; 
 I  have  a  manfion  in  his  heart, 
 
 Nor  death  nor  hell  lhall  make  us  part. 3 
 
 5  [He  takes  my  foul,  ere  I'm  aware, 
 And  (hows  me  where  his  glories  are  ; 
 No  char'ot  of  Amminadib 
 
 The  heav'nly  rapture  can  defcribe. 
 
 6  O  may  my  fpirit  daily  rife 
 
 On  wingo  of  faith,  above  the  fkies, 
 'Till  death  ihail  make  my  laft  removei 
 To  dwell  forever  with  my  love. 3 
 
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 H  Y  M  N    LXXVII.     Long  Metre. 
 "The  love  of  thrift  to  the  Church- 
 SoL    Songs,   vii.    5,   6,   9,    12,   ij. 
 1    "VJOYV  in  the  gal'l'ries  of  his  grace 
 111    Appears  the  Kiflg,  and  thus  he  fay: : 
 How  fair  my  faints  are  in  my  .fght-, 
 My  love,  how  plea/ant  for  delight  ! 
 
 -a  Kind  is  thy  language,  fov'reign  Lords 
 There's  heav'niy  grace  in  ev'ry  word  ; 
 From  that  dear  mouth,  a  ftream  divine 
 Flows  fweeter  than  tLe  choiceit  wins. 
 
 3  Such  wond'rous  love  awr.kes  the  lip 
 Of  faints  who  were  almoft  afleep, 
 To  fpeak  the  praifes  of  thy  name, 
 And  makes  our  cold  aife&ions  flame. 
 
 4  Thefe  are  the  joys,  he  iets  us  knew* 
 In  fields  and  villages  below  ; 
 Gives  us  a  relifh  of  his  love* 
 
 But  keeps  his  ncbleft  feaft  above. 
 
 5  In  paradife,  within  the  gates, 
 A  higher  entertainmeui:  waits  ; 
 Fruits,  new  and  o!d3  laid  up  in  (lore* 
 There  we  ihail  feed— but  thirfl  no  more* 
 
 H  Y-MN    LXXVIII.     Long  Metre, 
 
 ■Strength  of  Chrift's  love,    arid    toe  fours  jealavjy 
 
 of  her  own.      Sol.  Songs,  viii.  5*  &c» 
 1   TI7HO  is  this  fair  one  in  difcrefs, 
 
 VV     That  travels  from  the  wildernef?:  ? 
 And  prefs'd  with  forrows  and  with  fms. 
 On  her  beloved  Lord  me  leans. 
 
 a  This  is  the  fpoufe  of  Chrift,  our  Gocu 
 Bought  with  the  treai'ures  of  his  blood  j 
 Arid  her  requeft,  and  h«r  cbtfcpTs&nti 
 Is  but  the  voice  of  ef'ry  faint. 
 
 3  "  O  let  my  name  engraven  ftand? 
 **  Both  on  thy  heart,  and  oa  thy  hand  • 
 E 
 
5o  H   Y  M  x\  S     and  B.  I. 
 
 «'  Sep.l  mc  upon  tluue  arm,,  and  wear 
 »'  TJiat  pledge  of  love  forever  there. 
 
 4.  ««  Stronger  than  death,  my  love  is  known, 
 "  Which  floods  of  wrath  could  never  drown; 
 «'  And  hell,  and  earth,  in  vain  combine, 
 •«  To  quench  a  tire,  ib  much  divine. 
 
 ^  "  But  I  am  jealous  cf  my  heart, 
 
 "  Left  it  lhould  once  from  Thee  depart ; 
 ««  Then  let  thy  name  be  well  imprefs'd, 
 *<  As  a  fair  fignet  on  my  breaft. 
 
 6  ««  Till  thou  haft  brought  me  to  thy  home, 
 «'  Where  fears  and  doubts  can  never  come; 
 «'  Thy  count'nance,  let  me  often  fee, 
 
 ««  And  often  thou  lhalt  hear  from  me. 
 
 7  ««  Come,  my  Beloved,  hafte  away  ; 
 
 «  *  Cut  ihort  the  hours  of  thy  delay  ; 
 "  Fly,  like  a  youthful  hart  or  rce, 
 «  Over  the  hills  where  f pices  grow." 
 
 HYMN    LXXIX.    Long  Metre. 
 A  Morning  Hymn. 
 
 Pfalm  xix.  $v  8,  and  lxxiii.  24,  25. 
 
 OD  cf  the  morning,  at  whofe  voice 
 
 The  cheerful  fun  makes  hafte  to  rife. 
 And,  like  a  giant,  doth  rejoice 
 To  run  his  journey  through  the  fkics. 
 
 2  From  the  fair  chambers  of  the  eaft, 
 The  circuit  of  his  race  begins — 
 And,  without  v/carinefs  or  reft, 
 
 Round  the  whole  earth  he  flies  and  fliines, 
 
 3  Oh,  like  the  fun,  may  1  fulfil 
 Th'  appointed  duties  of  the  day  ; 
 With  ready  mind  and  active  will, 
 March  on,  and  keep  my  heav'nly  way  ! 
 
 4  [Rut  I  fhail  rove,  and  lofe  the  race, 
 If  Cod,  my  Sun,  lhould  disappear, 
 And  leave  me  in  this  world's  wild  maze 
 To  follow  ev'iy  wand'ring  ftar.] 
 
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 5  Lord,  thy  commands  are  clean  and  pure, 
 Enlight'ning  our  beclouded  eyes  ; 
 
 Thy  threat'riings  juft,  thy  promife  fure* 
 Thy  gofpel  makes  the  limple  wife. 
 
 6  Give  me  thy  counlel  for  my  guide, 
 And  the-n  receive  me  to  thy  blifs  ; 
 All  my  deiires  and  hopes  befide 
 
 Are  faint  and  cold,  compar'd  with  this. 
 
 HYMN    LXXX.    Long  Metre. 
 
 An  Evening  Hymn. 
 
 Pfa!.  iv.  S.  and  iii.  5,  6.  and  cxliii.  8. 
 
 1  '""jpHUS  far  the  Lord  has  led  me  on, 
 
 A    Thus  far,  his  pow'r  prolongs  my  days» 
 And  ev'ry  ev'ning  (ball  make  known 
 Some  frelh  memoi'al  of  his  grace. 
 
 3  Much  of  my  time  has  run  to  wafte, 
 And  i,  perhaps,  am  near  my  home  ; 
 But  he  forgives  my  follies  paft, 
 He  gives  me  fhength  for  days  to  come* 
 
 3  I  lay  my  body  down  to  ficep» 
 Peace  is  the  pillow  for  my  head  ; 
 While  well-appointed  angels  keep 
 Their  watchful  .flattens  round  my  bed. 
 
 4  In  vain  the  forts  of  earth  or  hell 
 Tell  me  a  thoufand  frightful  things  ; 
 My  God  in  fafeiy  makes  me  dwell 
 Beneath  the  fhadow  of  his  wings. 
 
 5  [Faith  in  his  name  forbids  my  fear  : 
 O  may  thy  prelence  ne'er  depart  ! 
 And,  in  the  morning  make  ine  hear 
 The  love  and  kindnefs  of  thy  heart. 
 
 6  Thus,  when  the  night  of  death  'hall  comei 
 My  flefh  fhail  reft  beneath  the  ground, 
 And  wait  thy  voice — to  roufe  my  tornb — 
 Wirhfweet  falvation  in  the  found.] 
 
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 HYMN    LXXXI.     Lcag  Metre. 
 A  fug  for  uicrnhig  or  evening. 
 Lam.  iii.  23.   Ifa.  xlv.  7. 
 Y  God,  how  eiulloi's  is  thy  love! 
 
 •M" 
 
 Thy  gifts  31  e  ev'ry  ev'ning  new  i 
 And  morning  mercies,  from  abovc> 
 Gently  diftil,  like  early  dew. 
 
 2  Thou  fpread'il  the  curtains  of  the  night> 
 Great  Guard'an  of  my  fleeping  hours  ; 
 Thy  ibv'reign  word  reftores  the  light*, 
 And  quickens  a! I  my  ckowfy  pow'rs. 
 
 3  1  yield  my  pow'rs  to  thy  command. 
 To  thee  I  con  Iterate  my  days  1 
 Perpetual  blcifings  from  thy  hand 
 ^Demand  perpetual  longs  of  praife.    i 
 
 HYMN    LXXXII.     Long  Metre. 
 God  far    above    creatures.      Job  iv.    17,  21, 
 
 \    O  HALL  the  vile  race  of  Sefh  and  blooi 
 
 O   Contend  with  their  Creator  God  £ 
 
 Shall  mortal  worms  prefume  to  be 
 
 Mo:«2  holy,  wife,  or  jult,'  than  He  ? 
 2.  Behold,  he  puts  his  truft  in  none 
 
 Of  all  the  lpirits  round  his  throne  ; 
 
 Their  natures,  when  compared  with  his* 
 
 Are  neither  holy,  juft  nor  wife. 
 3  But  lio.-v  much  meaner  things  are  they 
 
 Who  fprijng  from  ciuft,  aiut  dwell  in  clay  ! 
 
 Touch'd  by  the  finger  of  thy  wrath» 
 
 We  iaint  and  vannh.  like  tne  moth. 
 4,  From  night  to  da>,  from  clay  to  night» 
 
 We  die  by  thoufanus  in  thy  light ; 
 
 Bury'd  in  duft,  whole  nations  lie 
 
 Like  a  forgotten  vanity. 
 <;  Almighty  Pow'r,  to  thee  we  bow  ; 
 
 How  frail  are  we  !  how  glor'ous  thou  ! 
 
 )Co  more  the  ions  of  earth  fhall  dare 
 Vernal  Coc!  compare  I 
 
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 H  Y  M  N    LXXX11I.     Common  Metre, 
 yljjli&ions  under  Providence,      job  V.  6. 
 
 1  XJOT  from  the  duft  affliction  grows, 
 1%    Nor  troubles  rife  by  chance  ; 
 Yet  we  are  born  to  cares  and  woes  ; 
 
 A  fad  inheritance  ! 
 
 2  As  fparks  break  out  from  burning  coals-, 
 
 And  ftill  are  upwards  borne, 
 So  grief  is  rooted  in  our  fouls, 
 And"  man  grows  up  to  mourn. 
 
 3  Yet  with  my  God  I  leave  my  caufef 
 
 And  truft  his  promis'd  grace  ; 
 He  rules  me  by  his  well-known  laws 
 Of  love  and  vighteoufnefs. 
 
 4  Not  all  the  pains  which  e'er  I  bore 
 
 Shall  i'poil  my  future  peace — 
 
 For  death  and  hell  can  do  no  more 
 
 Than  what  my  Father  pleafe. 
 
 HYMN-    LXXXJV.     Long  Metre. 
 
 Salvation^  righteoufr.efs)  and  Jirtngth  in  Chriji. 
 
 Ifa.  xiv.  2i  —  25. 
 
 i    TEHOVAH  fpeaks— let  Ifr'el  hear  ! 
 
 J    Let  all  the  earth  rejoice  and  fear  ; 
 
 While  God's  eternal  Son  proclaims 
 
 His  fcv'reign  honours  and  his  names  : 
 % .  "  I  am  the  laft,  and  I  the  firft, 
 
 44  The  Saviour  God,  and  God  the  juft ; 
 
 *«  There's  none  befide  pretends  to  mew 
 
 "  Such  juftice  and  falvation  too. 
 
 3  "  Ye,  who  in  Siades  of  darknefs  dwell* 
 ««  fuft  en  the  verge  of  death  and  hell, 
 
 ««  Look  up  to  me,  from  diitant  lands — 
 ««  Light,  life  and  Iieav'n  are  in  my  hands. 
 
 4  "  I  by  my  holy  name  have  fworn, 
 
 ««  Nor  thall  the  word  in  vain  return : 
 ««  To  me  fhal!  all  things  bend  the  knee, 
 **.  And  ev'ry  tongue  fn  all  fwear  to  me. 
 
I   N  b     a  n  c-  B,  L, 
 
 -   ■  alonei  (hall  men  confcfs, 
 
 k  '*  'tie  i  :cngth  and  righteoufnefs  ; 
 
 «l  fort  iucL  a;:  dure  defpife  my  name* 
 u  I'll  cJo^.t  them,  with  eternal  fhame. 
 
 t>  "In  me,  the  Lord,  (hall  all  the  feed 
 •*  Of  Ifi  'ei  from  their  fins  be  freed  ; 
 *<  'Vnd,  by  their  Ihining  grac::»  prove 
 -'  Their  int'ref;  in  my  pard'ning  lore." 
 
 V  M  N    LXXXV.     Short  Metre. 
 
 The  fa: 
 
 ..  rr,HE  Lor."  on  high  proclaims 
 
 X      His  Godheadi  fpo*  his  throne: 
 «<  Mercy  ana  J  u  ft  ice  arc  the  names 
 "  By  which  I  will  be  known. 
 
 i  «  Ye  dying  fouls»  who  fit 
 ««  In  darknefs  and  diftrefs, 
 ««  Look  from  the  borders  of  the  pit 
 *«  To  my  recov'ring  grace.'5 
 
 SinnerS  KaS  hear  the  found  ; 
 
 Their  thankful  tongues  mall  own 
 Our  rightecufnefs  and  ftrength  are  found 
 
 In  Thee,  the  Lord  alone. 
 
 4  In  The&  ftall  Ifrel  truft, 
 
 And  fee  their  guilt  forgiv'n  ; 
 "  od  will  pronounce  the  unners  juft, 
 And  tak«  the  faints  to  heav'n. 
 
 MY  M  N    LXXXVI.     Common  Mot  re. 
 lyy  jufi  and  fever  el gn.      Job  ix.   2. 
 
 Z   T  TOW  lhould  the  fons  of  Adam's  race 
 Xi   lis  pure  before  their  God  ? 
 Ii  lie  contend  in  right  eoufnefs, 
 We  fall  beneath  his  rod. 
 
 7,  To  vindicate  my  words  and  thoughts- 
 I'll  nidKe  no  more  pretence  ; 
 Not  one  of  all  my  thoui'and  faults 
 Can  bear  a  juft  defence. 
 
B.I.     SPIRITUAL  SONGS.         si 
 
 2  Strong  is  his  arm,  his  heart  is  wife  ; 
 
 What  vain  prefumers  dare 
 Againft  their  Maker's  hand  to  rife. 
 Or  'tempt  th'  unequal  war: 
 
 4  [Mountains,  by  his  Almighty  wrath* 
 From  their  awn  feats  are  torn  ; 
 He  lhakes  the  earth  from  South  to -North* 
 And  all  her  pillars  mourn. 
 
 £   He  bids  the  fun  forbear  to  rife, 
 Th'  obedient  fun  forbears  ! 
 His  hand  with  fackcloth  fpreads  the  ikies* 
 And  feals  up  all  the  itars. 
 
 6  He  walks  upon  the  ilormy  fea — 
 Flies  on  the  ilormy  wind  ; 
 There's  none  can  trace  his  wond'rous  way* 
 Or  his  dark  footfteps  find}. 
 
 H  Y  M  N    LXXXVII.      Long  Metre. 
 
 Gcd  diveUs  ivith  the  humble  and  penitent* 
 
 Ifa.   lvii.   15,   16. 
 
 j  npHUS  faith  the  high  and  lofty  One, 
 JL     "  T  fit  upon  my  holy  throne ; 
 "  My  name  is  GOD,  I  dwell  on  high — 
 "  Dwell-  in  mine  own  eternity. 
 
 a  "  But  I  defcend  to  worlds  below — > 
 "  On  earth  I  have  a  maniion  too  : 
 "  The  humble  fpirit  and  contrite 
 «.«  Is  an  abode  of  my  delight. 
 
 3  fi  The  humble  foul,  my  words  revive* 
 «<  I  bid  the  mourning  finner  live  ; 
 
 "  Heal  all  the  broken  hearts  I  find, 
 «'  And  eafe  the  forrows  of  the  mind. 
 
 4  "  fWhen  I  contend  againft  their  fin, 
 
 "  I  make  them  know — hciv  •vile  they've  been  ; 
 ,  ««  But  ihould  ray  wrath  forever  fmoke, 
 M  Their  fouls  would  link  beneath  my  ilrokc." 
 
56  HYMNS     and  B.  I. 
 
 5   O  may  thy  pard'ning  grace  be  nighi 
 Left  we  Ihould  faint,  defpair  and  die! 
 Thus  lhall  our  better  thought*  approve 
 The  methods  of  thy  chaft'ning  love.] 
 
 H  Y  M  N    LXXXVIII.      Long  Metre. 
 Life,  the  day  '/Grace  and  Hope  Ec  \%.  4,  5,  6,  ic„ 
 
 I    T    IFE  is  the  time  to  ferve  tlie  Lord, 
 JLi  The  time  t'  infure  the  great  reward  j 
 And  while  the  lamp  holds  out  to  burni 
 Tiie  vileft  finner  may  return. 
 
 a  [Liie  is  the  hour  which  God  has  giv'n 
 To  'fcape  from  hell,  and  fly  to  heav'n  ; 
 The  day  of  grace,  when  mortals  may 
 Secure  the  blelmigs  of  the  day.] 
 
 3  The  living  know  that  they  mull  die, 
 But  all  the  dead  forgotten  lie  ; 
 Their  mem'ry  and  their  fenfe  are  gone* 
 Alike  unknowing  and  unknown. 
 
 4  [Their  hatred  and  their  love  are  loft, 
 Their  envy  bury'd  in  the  dult  ; 
 They  have  no  nhare  in  all  that's  done 
 Beneath  the  circuit  of  the  fun] 
 
 5  Then  what  my  thoughts  delign  to  do, 
 My  hands  with  all  your  might  purfxe  ; 
 Since  no  device  nor  work  is  found, 
 
 Nor  faith,  nor  hope,  beneuth  the  ground. 
 
 6  There  are  no  acls  of  pardon  pafr. 
 
 Tn  the  cold  grave,  to  which  wc  hafte  ; 
 Kut  darknels,  death,  and  long  defpair 
 Reign  in  eternal  filence  there. 
 
 HYMN    LXXXIX.   Long  Metre. 
 
 Ycuib  and  'judgment.        Eccl.    xi.    9. 
 
 t   \/E  Ions  pf  Adam,  vain  and  young, 
 
 X     Indulge  your  e>es,  in  lu]ge  your  tongue, 
 Tiftc  the  delights  your. fouls  defirc, 
 to  a  loofe  to  ail  youffke. 
 
 I 
 
Br  I.       SPIRITUAL    SONGS.      & 
 
 a  Purfue  the  plea fu res  you  defign, 
 
 And  cheer  your  hearts  with  longs  and  wine-; 
 Enjoy  the  day  of  mirth — but  know 
 There  is  a  day. of  judgment  too  ! 
 
 3  God,  from  on  high,  beholds  your  thoughts; 
 His- book  records  your  fecret  faults  ; 
 The  works  of  darknefs  you  have  done* 
 Muft  all  appear  before  the  fun. 
 
 4  The  vengeance,  to  your  follies  d'ues 
 
 Should  ftrike  your  hearts  with  terror  through  ; 
 How  will  you  Hand  before  his  face» 
 Or  anfwer  for  his  injur*  fi  grace  ? 
 
 5  Almighty  God,  turn  off  their  eyes 
 From  the  alluring  vanities  ! 
 
 And  let  the  thunder  of  thy  word 
 Awake  their  fouls  to  fear  the  Lord. 
 
 HYMN    XC.    Common  Metre, 
 
 The  fume. 
 
 i    T    O,  the  young  tribes  of  Adam  rife? 
 i- *  And  through  ail  nature  rove; 
 Fulfil  the  wiih.es  of  their  eyes, 
 And  taite  the  joys  they  love. 
 
 %  They  give  a  loofe  to  wild  defires  ; 
 
 But,  let  the  fmners  know,  t 
 
 The  ftrict  account,  which  God  requires 
 Of  all  the  works  they  do. 
 
 3  The  Judge  prepares  his  throne  on  high? 
 
 The  frighted  earth  and  leas 
 Avoid  the  ftiry  of  his  eye, 
 And  flee  before  his  face. 
 
 4  How  (hall  I  bear  that  dreadful  day*. 
 
 And  ftand  the  firy  teft? 
 I  give  all  mortal  joys  away 
 To  be  forever  bieii. 
 
5* 
 
 H  Y  M  N  S     and  B.  L 
 
 HYMN     XCI.     Long  Metre. 
 Advice   to    You'b.       Bccl.   xii.    i>  7. 
 I    \TOW  in  the  heat  of  youthful  blood, 
 IN    Remember  your  Creator  Coil  ; 
 Behold,  the  months  come  haft'ning  on, 
 When  you  fhall  lay — my  joys  are  gone  ' 
 
 1   Behold,  the  aged  (Inner  goes, 
 Laden  with  gnile  and  heavy  woes, 
 Down  to  the  regions  of  the  dead, 
 With  cndlefs  curfes  on  his  head. 
 
 3  The  duft  returns  to  dull  again  ; 
 The  foul,  in  agonies  of  pain, 
 Aftends  to  God  ;  not  there  to  dwell, 
 But  hears  her  doom,  and  links  to  hell. 
 
 4  Eternal  King  !  I  fear  thy  name ; 
 Teach  me  to  know — how  frail  1  am — 
 And,  when  my  loul  muft  hence  remove* 
 Give  me  a  man  lion  in  thy  love. 
 
 HYMN    XCI  I.    Short  Metre. 
 ChrlJIy  Wif'l.m  cf  God.      Pro.  viii.  t,  ai,  32, 
 
 1  Q  HALL  Wiiclom  cry  aloud, 
 
 O   And  not  her  fpecch  be  heard  ? 
 The  voice  of  God's  eternal  Word 
 Deferves  it  no  regard  ■ 
 
 2  »«  I  was  his  chief  delight, 
 
 11  His  evcrlafting  Son, 
 ««  Before  the  firft  of  all  his  worjtsj 
 ««  Creation,  was  begun. 
 
 3  "  Before  the  flying  clouds, 
 
 ••  Before  the  folid  land, 
 "  Before  the  lields,  before  the  floods, 
 »*  i  dwelt  at  his  right  hand. 
 
 4  ««  When  he  adorn'd  the  fkies, 
 
 ««  And  built  them — I  was  there, 
 ««  To  order  when  the  fun  fhoul  i  rife; 
 **  And  martial  ev'ry  itar. 
 
B.I.     SPIRITUAL  SONGS.         & 
 
 5  "  'When  he  pour'd  cut  the  fea, 
 «<  And  fpread  the  flowing  dcep> 
 •<  I  gave  the  flood  a  firm  decree, 
 ««  In  its  own  bounds  to  keep. 
 
 i)  <<  Upon  the  empty  air 
 
 "  The  earth  was  balanc'd  well ; 
 "  With  joy,   I  faw  the  manfion,  where 
 ««  The  fons  of  men  fl-.ould  dwell. 
 
 7  <<  My  bufy  thoughts  at  firft 
 ««  On  their  falvarion  ran, 
 «  Ere  fin  was  born,  or  Adam's  dull 
 "  Was  faihion'd  to  a  man. 
 
 ^S  »  Then  come,  receive  my  grace, 
 "  Ye  children,  and  be  wile; 
 *<  Happy  the  man  who  keeps  my  ways, 
 "The  man  who  (huns  them  dies." 
 
 HYMN    XCIII.      Long  Metre. 
 Wifdom    obeyed  or  refified.      Pro.  viii.   34/35. 
 'HUS  faith  the  wiidom  of  the  Lord — 
 "  BleA  is  the  man  Who  hears  my  word* 
 *«  Keeps  daily  watch  before  my  gates, 
 «'  And  at  my  feet  lor  mercy  waits. 
 
 2,  "  The  foul  that  feeks  me,  fchall  obtain 
 f*  Immortal  wealth  and  heav'uly  gain  i 
 ««  Immortal  life  is  his  reward — 
 *«  Life — and  the  favour  or  the  Lord- 
 
 3  "  But  the  vile  wretch,  who  flies  from  me, 
 ««  Doth  his  own  foul  an  injury  ; 
 *f  Fools,  who  againft  my  grace  rebel, 
 *«  Seek  death— and  love  the  road  to  hell." 
 
 II  Y  M  N    XCIV.     Common  Metre. 
 yujiijicatin?!  ly  faith,  trot  byivorks.    Ro.  iii.  19 — 21, 
 
 i   T  TAIN  are  the  hopes,  the  fons  of  men 
 V     On  their  own  works  have  built ; 
 Their  hearts,  by  nature,  all  unclean, 
 And  all  their  actions  euiit. 
 
60  H  Y  M  N  S     and  B.  T. 
 
 a  Let  Jew  and  Gentile  ftop  their  mouths* 
 
 Without  a  murm'ring  word. 
 And  the  whole  race  of  Adam  Hand 
 Guilty*  before  the, Lord. 
 
 3  In  vain,  we  all;  God's  righteous  law 
 
 To  juftify  us  now  ; 
 Since,  to  convince  and  to  condemn 
 Is  all  the  law  can  do. 
 
 4  Jefus,  how  glor'ous  is  thy  grace, 
 
 When  in  thy  name  we  truft  ! 
 
 Onr  faitli  receives  a  righteoufnefs 
 
 Which  makes  the  finnerjuft. 
 
 HYMN    XCV.     Common  Metre. 
 Regeneration.      John  i.    13.    and  iii.   3*  &c. 
 
 1   IVT^T  a^  tne  outward  forms  on  earth, 
 l\    Nor  ritesi  which  God  has  giv'n, 
 Nor  will  of  man,  nor  blood,  nor  birth* 
 Can  raife  a  ibul  to  heav'n. 
 
 1  The  fov'reign  wWl  of  God,  alone, 
 Creates  us  heirs  of  grace  ; 
 Born  in  the  image  of  his  Son, 
 A  new  peculiar  race. 
 
 3  The  Spirit,  like  fome  heav'nly  wind* 
 
 Blows  on  the  fons  of  lieih  ; 
 Nevv-models  all  the  carnal  mind, 
 And  forms  the  man  afrelh. 
 
 4  Our  quick'ned  fouls  awake — and  rile 
 
 From  the  long  i!eep  of  death  ; 
 On  heav'nly  things  we  fix  our  eyes, 
 And  praile  employs  our  breath. 
 
 HYMN    XCVI.     Common  Metre. 
 
 Eletlion    excludes    boojling.      1  Cor.  i.  26,  31. 
 
 UT  few  among  the  carnal  wile, 
 
 B' 
 
 But  few  of  noble  race, 
 Ootain  the  favour  of  thine  eyes, 
 
 Almighty  Kh;g  of  Grace. 
 
 M 
 
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 2  He  takes  the  men  of  meaneft  name, 
 
 For  fons  and  heirs  of  God  ; 
 And  thus  he  pours  abundant  fhame 
 On  honourable  blood. 
 
 3  He  calls  the  fool,  and  makes  him  know 
 
 The  myfi'i'ies  of  his  grace, 
 To  bring  afpiring  wifd.oni  low* 
 And  all  its  pride  abafe. 
 
 4  Nature  has  all  its  glory  loft, 
 
 When  brought  before  his  throne  : 
 No  fielh  fhall  in  his  prefence  boafl, 
 But  in  the  Lord  alone. 
 
 HYMN    XCVII.    Long  Metre- 
 Ghrtft  our   Rigklec.fnefs.      i   Cor.    i.  30. 
 
 URY'D  in  fnadows  of  the  night 
 We  lie,  till  Chrifl  reftores  the  light; 
 Wifdom  defcends  to  heal  the  blind, 
 And  chafe  the  darknefs  of  the  naind. 
 
 a  Our  guilty  fouls  are  drown'd  in  tears, 
 Till  his  atoning  blood  appears  ; 
 Then  we  awake  from  deep  diftrefs* 
 And  ling—  the  Lord,  our  Righteoufnefs  I 
 
 j  Our  very  frame  is  mix'd  with  fin  ; 
 His  Spirit  makes  our  natures  clean  : 
 Such  virtues  from  his  furf 'rings  flow*  . 
 At  once  to  cleanfe  and  pardon  too: 
 
 4  Jefus  beholds  -where  fatan' reigns, 
 Binding  his  flaves  in  heavy  chains  ; 
 He  fets  the  pris'ners  free,  and  breaks 
 The  iron  bondage  from  our  necks. 
 
 r  Poor  helplefs  worms  in  Thee  polfefs 
 Grace,  wiidom,   pow'r  and.  righteoufnefs  j 
 Thou  art  our  mighty  ALL — and  we 
 -Give  our  whok  feives*  O  Lorct,  to  ihee* 
 J? 
 
6z  H  Y  M  N  S     and         B.  I. 
 
 HYMN    XCVIII.     Short  Metre. 
 The  fame. 
 
 I    TTOW  heavy  is  the  night 
 
 X~l   Which  hangs  upon  our  eyes, 
 Till  Chrift,  with  his  reviving  light, 
 Over  our  fouls  arife  ! 
 
 a   Our  guilty  fpirits  dread 
 
 To  meet  the  wrath  of  heav'n  ; 
 Tifl  in  hisrightcoufncfsa  ray'd, 
 V/c  fee  our  fins  forgiv'n. 
 
 3  Unholy  and  impure 
 
 Are  all  our  thoughts  and  ways; 
 His  hands  infected  nature  cure 
 With  fanitifjing  grace 
 
 4  Ths  pow'rs  of  hell  agree 
 
 To  hold  our  fouls,  in  vain  ; 
 He  fets  the  fons  of  bondage  free* 
 And  breaks  the  curfed  chain. 
 
 5  Lord — wo  adore  thy  ways 
 
 To  bring  us  near  to  God — 
 Thy  fov'reign  pow'r,  thy  healing  grace, 
 And  thine  atoning  blood  ! 
 
 HYMN    XCIX.     Common  Metre. 
 
 Stones. made  children  cf  Abr^am.      Mat.   hi.   9. 
 
 1  T  7AIN  are  the  hopes  which  rebels  place 
 V     Upon  their  birth  and  blood, 
 Defcended  from  a  pious  race — 
 (Their  fathers  rtoiv  •with  God.) 
 
 1  He.  from  the  caves  of  earth  and  hell 
 Can  take  the  hardeft  ft  ones, 
 And  till  the  houfe  of  Abr'am  well 
 With  new  created  fons. 
 
 Such  wond'rous  pow'r  he  doth  poffefs. 
 Who  form'd  our  mortal  frame. 
 
 Who  call'd  the  world  from  emptme-fs— 
 The  world  obey'di  and  came. 
 
i 
 
 B.I.     SPIRITUAL  SONGS.         63i 
 
 HYMN     C.    Cong  Metre. 
 Believe  and   be  fa-ved.      John  iii.    16,    17,    18. 
 
 1  IVTOT  to  condemn  the  fons  of  men, 
 1M    Did  Chrift,  the  ion  of  Cod,  appears 
 No  weapons  in  his  hands  are  feen, 
 
 No  riaming  fword,  nor  thunder  there. 
 
 2  Such  was  the  pity  of  our  God — 
 He  lov'd  the  race  of  man  fo  well — 
 He  lent  his  fon  to  bear  our  load 
 
 Of  fins,  and  fave  our  fouls  from  hell, 
 
 3  Sinners,  believe  the  Saviour's  word, 
 Truit  in  his  mighty  name,  and  live  ; 
 A  thoufand  joys  his  lips  afford, 
 HisTiands  a  thoufand  bleffings  give> 
 
 4  But  vengeance  and  damnation  lies 
 On  rebels,  who  refufe  his  grace  5 
 Who  God's  eternal  Son  defpife, 
 The  hotteft  hell  (nail  be  their  place. 
 
 HYMN     CI.       Long  Metre. 
 Joy  in  heaven  for  a  lepentltig  Jinver.      Lu.  XV* 
 "HO  can  defcribe  the  joys  which  rife 
 Through  all  the  courts  of  paradife» 
 To  fee  a  prodigal  return, 
 To  fee  an  heir  of  glory  born  i 
 a  Witn  joy,  the  father  doth  approve 
 The  fruit  of  his  eternal  love  ; 
 The  Son,  with  joy,  looks  down  and  fees 
 The  purchafe  of  his  agonies. 
 3   The  Spirit  takes  delight  to  view 
 The  holy  foul  he  form'd  anew  i 
 And  faints-and  angels  join  to  ling 
 The  growing  empire  of  their  King. 
 
 HYMN    CI  I.-    Long  Metre. 
 
 The    Beatitudes.        Mat.    v.     2 — 12. 
 
 LEST  are  the  humble  fouls,  who  fee- 
 Their  emptinefs  and  poverty  ; 
 Treafures  of. grace  to  them  are  giv'n, 
 And  crowns  of  joy  laid  up  in  heav'n. 
 
6±  II  Y  M  N  S     and  B.  I, 
 
 a  [Bleft  are  the  men  of  bioken  heart, 
 Who  mourn  for  fin  with  inward  fmart  ; 
 The  b!ood  of  Chrift  divinHv  flows 
 A  healing  balm  for  all  t>    ..  .voes.] 
 
 3  [Bleft  are  the  meek,  who  ftand  afar 
 From  rage  and  paflion,  noife  and  war  ; 
 God  will  f ecu  re  their  happy  ftate, 
 
 And  plead  their  caufe  againft  the  great. 1 
 
 4  [Bleft  are  the  foub  who  thirft  for  grace, 
 Hunger  and  long  for  righteoufnefs  ; 
 They  mal]  t>e  well  fupply'd,  and  fed 
 With  living  ii^ams  and  living  bread  ] 
 
 c  [Bleft  arj  the  neti  whofe  bowels  move, 
 And  me!;,  with  iympaihy  and  love; 
 From  Chrift,  the  Loid,  they  lhali  obtain 
 Like  fympathy  and  love  again.] 
 
 6  [Bleft  are  the  pure,  whofe  hearts  are  clean 
 ircrn  the  defiling  pew'r  of  fin  ; 
 
 With  endlels  pleafure  they  lhall  fee 
 A  God  of  lpotlefs  purity.] 
 
 7  [Bleft  are  the  men  of  peaceful  life, 
 Who  quench  the  coals  of  growing  ftrife  ; 
 They  mall  be  call'd — the  heirs  of  blifs, 
 The  fons  of  God — the  God  of  peace.] 
 
 8  [Bleft  are  the  fuff'rers,  who  partake 
 Of  pain  and  lhame,  for  jefus'  lake  ; 
 Their  fouls  fhall  triumph  in  the  Lord, 
 Glory  and  joy  are  their  reward-] 
 
 HYMN   CI II.     Common  Metre. 
 
 Not   ajhamed   cf  ihe    Grfoel.     z  Tim.    i.  i*. 
 
 i    T'M  not  afham'd  to  own  ir.y  Lord, 
 J.      Or  to  defend  his  caufe, 
 Maintain  the  honour  of  his  word, 
 The  glory  ofhis  crofs. 
 
 a  Jefus,  my  God  !   I  know  his  name, 
 His  name  is  all  my  trrfi  ; 
 Nor  wiH  he  pur  my  foul  to  fhamc, 
 Nor  let  my  hope  be  loft. 
 
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 3  Firm  as  his  throne  his  promife  ftands* 
 
 And  he  can  well  fecure 
 What  I've  committed  to  his  hands, 
 Till  the  decifive  hour. 
 
 4  Then  will  he  own  my  worthlefs  name 
 
 Before  his  Father's  face  3 
 And  in  the  new  Jerufalem 
 Appoint  my  ibul  a  place. 
 
 HYMN    CIV.      Common    Metre. 
 
 Star?  of  Katun  and gra<t.      1  Cor.  vi.  ic»  H. 
 
 I    XT^T  the  malicious  or  profane, 
 1.N    The  wanton,  or  the  proud, 
 Nor  thieves,  nor  fland'rers,  lhail  obtain 
 The  kingdom  of  our  God. 
 
 a  Surprifing  grace  !  And  fuch  were  we 
 By  nature,  and  by  fin  ; 
 Heirs  of  immortal  mifery, 
 Unholy  and  unclean, 
 
 3  But  we  are  wafh'd  in  Jefus'  blood, 
 
 We're  pardon'd  through  his  name  9 
 And  the  good  Spirit  ol  our  God 
 Has  fanctify'd  our  frame. 
 
 4  O,  for  a  perfeveriag  pow'r 
 
 To  keep  thy  jult  commands  ! 
 We  would  defile  our  hearts  no  more, 
 No  more  pollute  our  hands. 
 
 HYMN   CV.     Common  Metre. 
 Heaven  invijible  and  holy. 
 1  Cor.  ii.  9,   10.    Rev.  sxi.  27. 
 J  XJOR  eye  hath  feen,  nor  ear  hath  heard; 
 1  V  Nor  fenfe  nor  reafon  known, 
 What  joys  the  Father  has  prepared 
 For  thofe  who  love  the  Son. 
 
 'Z  But  the  good  Spirit  of  the  Lord 
 Reveals,  a  heav'n  to  come  3 
 F   z  . 
 
oG  H  Y  M  N  S     and  B.I. 
 
 The  beams  of  glory,  in  his  word* 
 Allure  and  guide  us  home. 
 
 3  Pure  are  the  joys  abpv«  the  fky, 
 
 And  all  the  region  peace; . 
 No  wanton  lips,  nor  tnv'ous  eye, 
 Can  fee  or  tafte  the  blifs. 
 
 4  Thofe  holy  gates  forever  bar 
 
 Pollution,  fin  and  lhame  ; 
 None  lha!l  obtain  admittance  there 
 Hut  ioll'wers  of  the  Lamb. 
 
 «;  He  keeps  the  Father's  book  of  life, 
 There  all  their  names  are  found  ; 
 The.  hypocrite  in  vain  thai  I  fcrive 
 To  tread  the  hcav'nly  ground. 
 
 H  Y  M  N    CVI.      Short  Metre. 
 
 Dead  ts Jin  by  the  crefs  cf  drift.      Rom.  vi.  i. 
 j    Q  HALL  we  go  on  to  fin, 
 O   Becaufe  thy  grace  abounds  ; 
 Or  crucify  the  Lord  again, 
 And  open  all  his  wounds  ? 
 
 a  Forbid  it,  mighty  God  ! 
 Nor  let  it  e'er  be  faid, 
 That  we,  whofe  fins  are  crucify'd, 
 Should  raife  them  from  the  e'ead. 
 
 3   We  will  be  fiaves  no  more, 
 
 Since  Chrilt  has  made  us  free, 
 Hus-naii'd  our  tyrants  to  the  crofs, 
 And  bought  our  liberty. 
 
 K  Y  M  N    CVII.     Long  Metre. 
 
 *Jle  fall  and  recovery  of  tnem  ;  w%  Cbriji  and  f.>*><n 
 at  enmity. 
 
 Gen.  iii.  I,  15,  17.    Gal.  iv.  4.    Col.  ii.  i^'. 
 
 J   r^ECElV'D  by  fublle  fnares  of  hell, 
 Jl>   Adam,  our  nead,  our  father,  tell  ; 
 When  latau,  in  the  ferpent  hid, 
 JPropos'd  the  fruit  which  God  forbid? 
 
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 2  Death  was  the  threat'ning  :  death  begaa 
 T.o  take  poffeiTion  of  the  man  ; 
 
 His  unborn  race  receiv'd  the  wound, 
 And  heavy  curfes  fmote  the  ground- 
 
 3  But  fat  an  found  a  worfe  reward  ; 
 Thus  faith  the  vengeance  of  the  Lord — 
 **  Let  everlafting  hatred  be 
 
 ««  Betwixt  the  woman's  feed  and  thee. 
 
 4  "  The  woman's  feed  fhal]  be  my  fon  ; 
 
 ««  He  fhall  deftroy  what  thou  haft  done— 
 «<  Shall  break  thy  head — and  only  feel 
 "  Thy  malice  raging  at  his  heel." 
 
 5  [He  fpake — and  bid  four  thoufand  years 
 Roll  on — at  length  his  Son  appears  ; 
 Angels,  with  joy,  deicend  to  earth, 
 And  fing  the  young  Redeemer's  birth. 
 
 6  Lo,  by  the  fons  of  hell  he  dies  ! 
 
 But,  as  he  hung  'twixt  earth  andjk'ies, 
 He  gave  their  prince  a  fatal  blow, - 
 And  triumph'd  o'er  the  pow'rs  below.  J 
 
 HYMN   CVIII.     Short  Metre. 
 
 Chtiji  unfien  and  beloved.      I  Peter*  i.   8, 
 
 "OT  with  our  mortal  eyes 
 Have  we  beheld  the  Lord  ; 
 Yet  we  rejoice  to  hear  his  name, 
 And  love  him  in  his  word- 
 Si  On  earth  we  want  the  fight 
 Of  our  Redeemer's  face; 
 Yet,  Lord,  our  inmolt  thoughts  delight 
 To  dweil  upon  thy  grace. 
 
 3  And  when  we  tafte  thy  love,  . 
 Our  joys  divinely  grow 
 Unfpeakabl?,  like  thole  above, 
 And  heay'n- begins  below. 
 
6S  HYMNS     and  B.  I. 
 
 HYMN   CIX.     Long  Metre. 
 
 The  value  of  Chrijl%  and  bis  tightccufnefs. 
 
 Phil.  ih.  7,  8,  9. 
 
 1   "\JO  more,  my  God,  I  boaft  no  more 
 
 IN    Ol  all  the  duties  I  have  done  i 
 
 I  quit  the  hopes  I  held  before* 
 
 To  truft  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 
 "i.  Now,  for  the  love  I  bear  his  name* 
 
 What  was  my  gain  I  count  my  lots  ; 
 
 My. former  pride  I  call  my  fhame» 
 
 And  nail  my  glory  to  his  crol's. 
 j   Yes,  and  I  mult  and  will  efteem 
 
 All  things  but  led.-,  for  Jel'us'  lake; 
 
 O,  may  my  foul  be  found  in  him, 
 
 And  of  hio  righteoufnels  partake  ! 
 4  The  belt  obed'ence  or  my  hands 
 
 Dares  noi  appear  before  thy  throne  ; 
 
 But  faith  can  anfwer  thy  demands, 
 
 By  pleading  what  my  Lord  has  done. 
 
 HYMN   CX.     Common  Metre. 
 Death  and   immediate  Glory.      2  Cor.  v.  I,  5,  8. 
 
 x  HPHERE  is  a  houfe  not  made  with  hands, 
 X     Eternal,  and  on  high; 
 And  he'e  my  fpirit  waiting  ftands. 
 Till  God  (hall  bid  it  fly. 
 %  Shortly  this  prifon  of  my  clay 
 Mult  be  dilTolv'd,  and  fall  ; 
 Then,  O  my  foul,  with  joy  obey 
 Thy  heav'nly  Father's  call. 
 
 3  'Tis  he,  by  his  almighty  grace, 
 
 Who  forms  thee  fit  for  heav'n  % 
 And,  as  an  earnelt  of  the  place. 
 Has  his  own  Spirit  giv'n. 
 
 4  We  walk  by  faith  of  joys  to  come — 
 
 Faith  lives  upon  his  word  ; 
 ]3ut,  while  the  body  is  our  home* 
 We're  abieruirom  the  Lord. 
 
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 5  'Tis  pleafant  to  believe  thy  grace, 
 But  we  wculd  rather  fee; 
 We  would  be  abfent  from  the  fleth, 
 And  prefent,  Lord,  with  tbee. 
 
 HYMN    CXI.     Common   Metre. 
 
 Salvation    by    Grace.        TitUS    iii.    3 — J. 
 
 i  [T    ORD,  we  confefs  our  numerous  faults* 
 JL.J  How  great  our  guilt  has  been  ! 
 Fooliih  and  vain  were  all  our  thoughts, 
 And  all  our  lives  were  fin. 
 
 2  But,   O  my  foul,  forever  praife, 
 
 Forever  love  his  name; 
 Who  turns  thy  feet  from  dang'rous  ways 
 Of  folly,  fin,  and  ihame  1] 
 
 3  ['Tis  not  by  "works  of  righteoufnefs 
 
 Which  our  own  hands  have  done  ; 
 But  we  are  favJd  by  fov'rr/'gn  grace,. 
 Abounding  through  his  Son. J 
 
 4  'Tis  from  the  mercy  of  our  God 
 
 That  all  our  hopes  begin  ; 
 5Tis  by  the  water  and  the  blood 
 Our  fouls  are  waih'd  from  fin. 
 
 5  'Tis  through  the  purchafe  of  his  death 
 
 Who  hung  upon  the  tree, 
 The  S-ririt  is  fent  down  to  breathe 
 On  iuch  dry  bones  as  we. 
 
 6  Rais'd  from  the  dead,  we  live  anew — 
 
 And,  jultify'd  by  grace, 
 We  fhali  appear  in  glory  too, 
 And  fee  our  Father's  face. 
 
 H  Y  M  N   CXI  I.     Common  Metre. 
 
 Looking    to    Jc/us.       John    iii.    14 — 16* 
 
 2.    QO  did  the  Hebrew  prophet  raife 
 O    The  brafen  ferpent  high  ; 
 The  wounded  felt  immed'ate  cafe* 
 The  camp  forbore  to  die. 
 
7o  HYMNS     and  B.  h 
 
 a  Look  upward  in  the  dying  hourt 
 And  live — the  prophet  cries  ; 
 But  Chrift  performs  a  nobler  cure* 
 When  faith  lifts  up  her  eyes. 
 
 3  High  on  the  crofs  the  Saviour  hung  ; 
 
 High  o'er  the  heav'ns  he  reigus  ; 
 Here  linners,  by  th'  old  fernent  flung. 
 Look i  and  forget  their  pains. 
 
 4  When  God's  own  Son  is  lifted  ,up» 
 
 A  dying  world  revives  ; 
 The  Jew  beholds  the  glor'ous  hope, 
 Th'  expiring  Gentile  lives. 
 
 HYMN    CXI II.     Common  Metre. 
 
 Abraham**  blejfing  on  the  Gentilet. 
 Gen.  xvii.  7.    Rom.  xv.  8.    Mark  x/14. 
 
 i    T  TOW  large  the  promife!  how  divine  ! 
 XjL  To  Abr'am  and  his  feed  ; 
 *'  I'll  be.a  God  to  thee  and  thine, 
 "  Supplying  all  their  need." 
 a  The  words  of  this  extenfive  love 
 Fj-om  age  to  age  endure  ; 
 The  angel  of  the  cov'nant  proves, 
 And  fealb  the  bleffing  fure. 
 
 3  Jefus  the  ancient  faith  confirms, 
 
 To  our  great  fathers  gtv'n  ; 
 He  takes  young  children  to  his  arms, 
 And  calls  them — heirs  of  heav'n. 
 
 4  Our  God,  how  faithful  are  his  ways  ! 
 
 His  love  endures  the  fume  ; 
 Nor  from  the  promife  of  his  grace 
 Ulots  cut  the  children's  nj.rne. 
 
 HYMN    CXIV.     Common  Metre. 
 The  fume.     Romans  xi.  16,  17. 
 
 1    /""*  ENTILLS  by  nature,  we  belong 
 Vj  To  the  wild  olive  wood  ; 
 Grace  takes  us  from  the  barren  tree> 
 And  grafts  us  in  the  good. 
 
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 2  With  the  fame  bleflings,  grace  endows 
 
 The  Gentile  and  the  Jew  ; 
 
 If  pure  and  holy  be  the  root, 
 
 Such  are  the  branches  too. 
 
 3  Then,  let  the  children  of  the  faints 
 
 Be  dedicate  to  God  ; 
 Pour  out  thy  Spirit  on  them,  Lord, 
 And  warn  them  in  thy  blood. 
 
 4  Thus,  to  the  parents  and  their  feed* 
 
 Shail  thy  falvation  come, 
 And  num'rous  houfhoids  meet  at  laft 
 In  one  eternal  home. 
 
 HYMN   CXV.    Common  Metre. 
 Conviction  of  Jit:  by  tbe  laiu.      Rom.  vii.  S,  &C-- 
 
 1  T    ORD,  how  fecure  my  confcience  was, 
 JLw     And  felt  no  inward  dread  ; 
 
 I  was  alive,  without  the  law, 
 And  thought  ray  fms  were  dead. 
 
 2  My  hopes  of  heav'n  were  firm  and  brights 
 
 But  fince  the  precept  carne 
 With  a  convincing  pow'r  and  light* 
 I  find  how  vile  I  am. 
 
 3  [My  guilt  appear'd  but  fmall  before, 
 
 'Till  terribly  I  faw, 
 How  perfect,  holy,  juft  and  pure. 
 Was  thine  eternal  law. 
 
 4  Then  felt  my  foul  the  heavy  load  s 
 
 My  fins  reviv'd  again  ; 
 I  had  provok'd  a  dreadful  God, 
 And  all  my  hopes  were  fiain.] 
 
 5  I'm  like  a  helplefs  captive  fold, 
 
 Under  the  pow'r  of  fin-; 
 I  cannot  do  the  good  I  would. 
 Nor  keep  my  confcience  clean. 
 
 -6  My  God,  I'll  cry  with  ev'ry  breaths 
 For  fome  kind  pow'r  to  fave, 
 
^2  HYMNS     and  B.  I. 
 
 To  break  the  yoke  of  .fin  and  deathi 
 And  thus  redeem  the  flave. 
 
 HYMN    CXVI.    Long  Metre. 
 
 Lovt  to  Gad  and  our  neighbour.      Mat.  xxii. 
 
 J  HPHUS  faith  the  fit  ft  and  great  command* 
 A     *»  Let  all  thy  inward  pow'rs  unite 
 4t  To  love  thy  Maker,  and  thy  God, 
 ««  With  utmo!t  vigour  and  delight. 
 
 5  "  Then  fliall  thy  neighbour  next  in  place 
 "  Share  thine  attentions  and  eltcem, 
 ««  And  let  thy  kindnefs  to  thyfelf 
 ««  Meaiure  and  rule  thy  love  to  him." 
 
 3  This  is  the  fenfe  which  Mofes  fpoke. 
 This  did  the  prophets  teach  and  prove  ; 
 For  want  of  this,  the  lav/  is  broke, 
 And  the  whole  law  's  fulfill'd  by  love. 
 
 4  Cut  Oh  !  how  baf?  our  pafilons  are  ' 
 How  cold  our  charity  and  zeal  ! 
 Lord,  fill  our  fouls  with  heav'nly  fire» 
 Or  we  fliall  ne'er  perform  thy  will. 
 
 HYMN    CXVII.     Long  Metre. 
 Eleilion  fovereign   and  free.      Rom.  ix.  2t. 
 x    T>  EHOLD  the  potter  and  the  clay  ! 
 JD   He  forms  his  veflels  as  he  pleafe ; 
 
 Such  is  our  God.  and  fuch  are  we, 
 The  fubjects  of  ids  high  decrees. 
 
 a  Doth  not  the  workman's  pow'r  extend 
 O'er  all  the  mafs,  v/hich  part  to  choofef 
 And  mould  it  for  a  nobler  end, 
 And  which  to 'leave  for  viler  ufe  ? 
 
 3  May  Hot  the  fov'reign  Lord  on  high 
 Difpenle  his  favours  as  he  will, 
 Choofe  fome  to  life,  while  others  die» 
 And  yet  be  juil  and  gracious  Hill  ? 
 
 4  [What  if,  to  make  his  terror  knows, 
 He  lets  his  patience  long  endure, 
 
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 Suff'ring  vile  rebels  to  go  on, 
 
 And  feal  their  own  deilruciion  fure  ? 
 
 5   What  if  he  means  to  (how  his  grace* 
 And  his  electing  love  employs 
 To  mark  out  fome  of  mortal  race, 
 And  form  them  fit  for  heav'nly  joys  ?] 
 
 €  Shall  man  repiy  againft  the  Lord, 
 And  call  his  Marker's  ways  unjuft, 
 The  thunder  of  whofe  dreadful  word 
 Can  crulh  a  thoufand  worlds  to  duft  ? 
 
 7  But,  O  my  foul,  if  truth  fo  bright 
 Should  dazzle  and  confound  thy  fight* 
 Yetftill  his  written  wiil  obey, 
 And  wait  the  great  decifive  d^y. 
 
 S  Then  (hall  he  make  his  juftice  known. 
 And  the  whole  world,  before  his  throne* 
 With  joy  or  terror,  fhall  confefs 
 The  glory  cf  his  right'cufnefs. 
 
 HYMN    C  XVI 1 1.     Short  Metre. 
 JMofes  and  Chrijl.;  sr,  Jins  againji  the  laiv  and  go/pel 
 
 John  i.  17.     Heb.  iii.  3,  5,  6.  x.  23. 
 j  r  I  'HE  law  by  Mofes  came, 
 
 X       But  peace,  and  truth,  and  love, 
 Were  brought  by  Chrift  (a  nobler  name) 
 Defcending  from  above. 
 
 2  Amidft  the  houfe  of  Cod 
 
 Their  diif'rent  works  were  done; 
 Mofes  a  faithful  fer%;ant  ftood, 
 But  Chrift— a  fail  hful  Son. — 
 
 3  Then  to  his  new  commands 
 
 Be  ftricl  obed'ence  paid ; 
 O'er  all  his  Father's  houfe  he  ftands 
 The  So v 'reign  and  the  Head. 
 
 4  The  man  who  durft  defpifc 
 
 The  law  which  Moles  brought, 
 
i  H  Y  M  N  S     an*  B.  L 
 
 Behold  !  how  terribly  he  dies 
 
 For  his  prefumpt'ouf*  fault : 
 5  But  forcr  vengeance  falls 
 
 On  that  rebell'ous  race, 
 Who  hate  to  hear  when  Jefus  calls 
 
 And  dare  refill  his  grace. 
 
 HYMN    CXIX.     Common  Metre. 
 The  different  Succrfs  cf  the  Go/pel. 
 i  Cor.  i.  23,  z±.    2  Cor.  ii.  15.     1  Cor.  iii.  6,  7. 
 1   f~^  I1R1ST  and  his  crofs  are  ail  our  thoot  i 
 \~s     The  myft'ries  that  we  fpeak, 
 Are  fcandal  in  the  Jew's  cfteem, 
 And  folly  to  the  Greek  : 
 
 a  But  fouls,  enlight'ned  from  above. 
 With  joy  receive  the  word  ; 
 They  fee  what  wifdom,  pow'r  and  love* 
 Shine  in  their  dying  Lord. 
 
 3  The  vital  favor  of  his  name 
 
 Reftorcs  their  fainting  breath  ; 
 But  unbelief  perverts  the  fame 
 To  guilt,  defpair  and  death. 
 
 4  'Till  Cod  ditTufe  his  graces  down, 
 
 Like  Ciow'rs  of  heav'nly  rain, 
 
 In  vain  Apollos  lows  the  ground. 
 
 And  Paul  may  plant  in  vain. 
 
 HYMN     CXX.     Common  Metre. 
 
 Faith  of  Things  unfcin. 
 
 Ileb.  xi.  1,  3,  &e. 
 
 1  T7AITH  is  the  brighteft  evidence 
 JL       Of  things  beyond  our  fight. 
 
 Breaks  through  the  clouds  of  lielh  andfenfe, 
 And  dwelis  in  heav'nly  light. 
 
 2  It  fets  time  paft  in  prefent  view, 
 
 Brings  diltant  profpedts  home, 
 Of  .hings  a  thouland  years  ago, 
 Or  thoufind  years  to  come. 
 $  By  faith  we  know  the  worlds  were  made 
 By  God's  Almighty  word  j 
 
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 Abra'm,  to  unknown  countries  led, 
 By  faith  obey'd  the  Lord. 
 
 4  He  fought  a  city,  fair  and  high, 
 Built  by  th'  Eternal  hands  ; 
 And  faith  allures  us,  though  we  die, 
 That  heav'nly  building  itands. 
 
 HYMN    CXXI.       Common  Metre. 
 
 Children  devoted  to  God. 
 Gen.  xvii.  7,  io.     Acts  xvi.  14,  15,  33. 
 (Fur  tbofe  'who  praSife  Infant  Haptifm.J 
 
 1  r"F,HUS  faith  the  mercy  of  the  Lord, 
 
 X       «<  I'll  be  a  God  to  thee  ; 
 *■*  I'll  blefs  thy  num'rous  race — and  they 
 "  Shall  be  a  feed  for  me." 
 
 2  Abra'm  believ'd  the  promis'd  grace, 
 
 And  gave  his  fons  to  God  ; 
 But  water  feals  the  bleffmg  now, 
 Which  once  was  feal'd  with  blood. 
 
 3  Thus  Lydia  fan&ify'd  her  houfe, 
 
 When  {he  receiv'd  the  word  ; 
 Thus  the  believing- jaylor  gave 
 His  houfhold  to  the  Lord. 
 
 4  Thus  later  faints,  Eternal  King, 
 
 Thine  ane'ent  truth  embrace  ; 
 To  thee,  their  infant  offspring  bring, 
 And  humbly  claim  the  grace. 
 
 .HYMN     CXXIL     Long  Metre. 
 
 Believers  buried  ivith  Chrijl  in  bapiifm, 
 
 Rom.  vi.  3,  4,  &c. 
 
 tO  we  not  know  that  folemn  word — 
 That  we  are  bury'd  with  the  Lord; 
 Baptiz'd  into  his  death,  and  then 
 Put  otf  the  body  of  our  fin  ? 
 
 2,  Oar  fouls  receive  diviner  breath, 
 
 ,  Rais'd  from  corruption,  guilt  and  death  : 
 
76  HYMNS     and  E.  L 
 
 So,  from  the  grave  did  Chrift  arifef 
 And  lives  to  God  above  the  Ikies. 
 
 j 
 
 No  more  let  fin  or  fatan  reign 
 Over  our  mortal  fieih  again  ; 
 The  var'oua  lults  we  ferv'd  before 
 Shall  have  domin'on  now  no  more. 
 
 HYMN     CXXIII.     Common  Metre. 
 
 The  repenting  Prod' gal.      Lu.  XV.  13. 
 
 EHOLD  the  wretch,  whofe  lull  and  wine 
 Had  walled  his  eitate  ; 
 He  begs  a  (hare  among  the  fwine, 
 To  vafle  the  hulks  they  eat. 
 
 1  "  I  die  with  hunger  here,  (he  cries) 
 «  I  ftarve  in  foreign  lands  ; 
 «»  My  father's  hou.fe  lias  large  fopnlies, 
 «<  And  bouni'ous  are  his  hands. 
 
 3  "  I'll  go,  and,  with  a  mournful  tongue, 
 
 *<  Fail  down  before  his  face  ; 
 ««  Father,  I've  done  thy  juftice  wrong., 
 *'  Nor  can  deferve  thy  grace." 
 
 4  He  faid — and  haft'ned  to  his  home, 
 
 To  feek  his  Father's  love  ; 
 The  Father  faw  the  rebel  come — 
 And  all  his  bowels  move. 
 
 5  He  ran — and  fell  upon  his  neck, 
 
 Embrac'd  and  kifs'd  his  fon  ; 
 The  rebel's  heart  with  farrow  brake 
 For  follies  he  had  done. 
 
 6  ««  Take  olf  his  clothes  of  fhame  and  fin, 
 
 (The  Father  gives  command) 
 ««  Drefs  him  in  garments  while  and  clean, 
 *«  With  rings  adorn  his  hand. 
 
 7  «<  A  day  of  feafting  I  ordain  ; 
 
 *'  Let  mirth  and  joy  abound  ; 
 '«  My  fon  was  dead  and  lives  again, 
 «<  Was  loft,  and  now  is  found." 
 
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 HYMN     CXXIV.     Long  Metre. 
 
 The  firjl  and  fecond  Adam.      Ro.  v.  12* 
 
 I   T~\EEP  in  the  duft,  befdre  thy  throne, 
 -L/  Our  guilt  and  our  difgrace  we  own  ; 
 Great  God,  we  own  th'  unhappy  name 
 Whence  fprang  our  nature  and  our  fhame  I 
 
 a  Adam  the  finner — At  his  fall. 
 
 Death,  like  a  conqu'ror,  feiz'd  ns  all ; 
 A  thoufand. new-born  babes  are  dead 
 •By  fatal  union  to  their  head. 
 
 3  But  while  our  fpirits,  fill'd  with  awe> 
 Behold  the  terrors  of  thy  law, 
 
 We  fing  the  honors  of  thy  grace, 
 That  fent  to  fave  our  ruin'd  race. 
 
 4  We  fing  thine  everlafting  Son, 
 Who  join'd  our  nature  to  his  own  ; 
 Adam,  the  feccnd,  from  the  duft 
 
 Raifes  the  ruins  of  the  firft. 
 
 5  By  the  rebell'on  of  one  man, 
 Through  all  his  feed  the  rnifchief  ran  ; 
 And  by  one  man's  cbed'ence  now 
 Are  ail  his  feed  made  right'ous  too. 
 
 6  Where  fin  did  reign,  and  death  abound, 
 There  have  the  fans  of  Adam  found 
 Abounding  life — thus  gior'ous  grace 
 Reigns  through  the  Lord^our  right 'oufnefs. 
 
 HYMN    CXXV.     Common  Metre. 
 Chrift's  Comp&Jfion  to  the  Weak  and  Templed*. 
 Heb.  iv.  15,  16.  and  v.  9,     Mat.  xii.  i&i 
 1  TI  7ITH  joy  we  meditate  the  grace 
 V  V       Of  our  High  Prieft,  above  j 
 His  heart  is  made  of  tendernefs, 
 His  bowels  melt  with  love. 
 
 %  Touch'd  with  a  fympathy  within, 
 He  knows  our  feeble  frame— 
 G  i 
 
78  HYMNS     and  B.  t 
 
 He  knows  what  Core  temptations  mean» 
 Tor  lie  lias  felt  the  lame. 
 
 3  But  fpodefs,  innocenti  and  pure* 
 
 The  g'cat  Redeemer  flood  ; 
 While  iatan's  riery  dart*  he  bore, 
 And  did  refill  to  bloody 
 
 4  He.  in  the  days  of  feeble  flefh, 
 
 Pour'd  out  his  cries  and  tears  ; 
 And,  in  his  mcufure,  feels  a'frefh 
 What  ev'ry  member  beais. 
 
 5  [He'll  never  quench  the  fmoking  flax, 
 
 But  raife  it  to  a  riame  : 
 The  bruiied  reed  he  never  breaks, 
 Nor  fcorns  the  meaneft  name.] 
 
 6  Then  let  our  humble  faith  addrefs 
 
 His  mercy  and  his  pow'r  ; 
 Wc  lhall  obtain  deliv'ring  grace 
 In  the  diftrefling  hour. 
 
 HYMN     CXXVI.      Long  Metre. 
 Charity  and  unchaYitablenefs. 
 Rom.  xiv.  17,  19.      1  Cor.  x.  32. 
 1    XJOT  different  food,  nor  diif  rent  drefs 
 1^1    Compofe  the  kingdom  of  our  Lord —  . 
 But  peace,  and  joy,  and  right'oufnefs, 
 Faith,  and  obed  ence  to  his  word- 
 
 2,  When  weaker  chriftians  we  defpife> 
 Wc  do  the  golpel  mighty  wrong  ; 
 For  God,  the  gracious  and  the  wife, 
 Receives  the  feeble  with  the  ftrcng. 
 
 3   Let  pride  and  wrath  be  baniih'd  hence  ; 
 Meeknefs  and  love  our  fouls  purfue  ; 
 Nor  lhall  our  practice  give  offence 
 To  faints,  the  Gentile  or  the  Jew. 
 
 H  Y  M  N     CXXVII.    Long  Metre. 
 
 Cbriji's  invitation  to jlnncrx.      Mat.  xi. 
 \  <»  /"^OME  hither,  all  ye  weary  fouls, 
 V»>  *«  Ye  heavy-laden  finners,  ccine .5.. 
 
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 «  I'll  give  you  reft  from  all  your  toils, 
 ♦  And  raii'e  you  to  my  heav'nJy  home/' 
 
 '  They  (hall  find  reft  who  learn  of  me; 
 l  I'm  of  a  meek  and  lowly  mind  i 
 '  But  paffion  rages  like  the  lea, 
 '  And  pride  is  reitiefs  as  the  wind. 
 
 1  Bleft  is  the  man  whofe  moulders  take 
 1  My  yoke,  and  bear  it  with  delight ; 
 4  My  yoke  is  eafy  to  his  neck  ; 
 «  My  grace  (hall  make  the  burden  light." 
 
 4  Jefus,  we  come  at  thy  command  ; 
 
 With  faith,  and  hope,  and  humble  zeal, 
 Reiign  our  fpirits  to  thy  hand, 
 To  mould  and  guide  us  at  thy  will. 
 
 HYMN    CXXVIII.     Long  Metre. 
 
 The  Apojiles'   Commijjion. 
 
 Mark  xvi.  15,  &c.  Matthew  xxviii.  18,  &c 
 
 O  preach  my  gofpel,  faith  the  Lord, 
 Bid  the  whole  earth  my  grace  receive  ; 
 Ke  fhall  be  fav'd  who  tiufts  my  word, 
 He  ihail  be  damn'd  who  won't  believe. 
 
 [I  :il  make  your  great  commhTion  known* 
 And  you  fliall  prove  ray  gofpel  true, 
 By  all  the  works  which  I  have  done> 
 By  all  the  wonders  ye  (hall  do. 
 
 Go  heal  the  fick,  go  raife  the  dead, 
 
 Go,  cafl  out  devils  in  my  name  ; 
 
 Nor  leu  my  prepjhets  be  afraid, 
 
 Tho'  Greeks  reproach  and  Jews  blafpheme. 
 
 Teach  ail  the  nations  my  commands — 
 I'm  with  you  till  the  world  fhall  end  ; 
 All  pow'r  is  trufted  in  my  hands, 
 I  can  deftroy,  and  I  defend." 
 
 He  fpake — and  light  (hone  round  his  head? 
 Qn  a  bright  cloud  to  heay'a  he  rode  ; 
 
So  HYMNS     anb  B.  I. 
 
 They  to  the  fartheft  nations  fpread 
 The  grace  of  their  afcended  God. 
 
 H  Y  M  N     CXXIX.     Long  Metre. 
 S.ubmiJJian  and  Delivttance.      Gen.  xxii.  6. 
 
 1  QA1NTS.  at  your  heav'nly  Father's  word» 
 
 0  Give  up  your  comforts  to  the  Lord  ; 
 He  thai  I  reftore  what  you  refign. 
 
 Or  grant  you  bleffings  more  divine. 
 
 2  So  Abra'm,  with  obed'nt  handi 
 
 Led  forth  his  fo«  at  God's  command; 
 The  woodt  the  rire,  t he  knife  he  took, 
 His  arm  prepar'd  the  dreadful  ltroke. 
 
 3  ««  Abra'm,  forbear,  the  angel  cry'd, 
 
 44  Thy  faith  is  known,  thy  love  is  try'd  ; 
 
 *«  Thy  fon  (hall  live — and  in  thy  feed 
 
 ««  Shall  the  whole  earth  be  blefs'd  indeed." 
 
 4  Juft  in  the  laft  diftreffing  hour. 
 
 The  Lord  difplays  deliv'ring  pow'r ; 
 The  mount  of  danger  is  the  place 
 Where  we  ihall  lee  furpriling  grace. 
 
 H  Y  M  N    CXXX.      Long  Metre. 
 Love  and  Haired.      Phi.  ii.    %  Ep.  iv.  30. 
 1    \TOW  by  the  bowels  of  my  God, 
 
 L\    His  iharp  diftrefs,  his  fore  complaints  ;, 
 By  his  lafl  groans,  his  dying  blood, 
 
 1  charge  my  foul  to  love  the  faints. 
 
 3  Clamor,  and  wrath,,  and  war,  begone — 
 Envy  and  fpite  forever  ceale  ; 
 Let  bitter  words  no  more  be  known 
 Among  the  faints,  the  fons  of  peace. 
 
 3  The  Spirit,  like  a  peaceful  dove, 
 
 Flies  from  the  realms  of  noife  and  ftrife  ; 
 Why  fhould  we  vc::  and  grieve  his  love, 
 Who  feals  our  fouls  to  hcav'nly  life  ? 
 
 4  Tender  and  kind  be  all  our  thoughts — 
 Through  all  our  lives,  let  mercy  run  . 
 
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 So  God  forgives  our  num'rous  faults 
 For  the  dear  fake  of  Chrift,  his  Son. 
 
 HYMN    CXXXI.     Long  Metre. 
 Pharifee  a,:d  Publican.      Luke  xviii.  IO» 
 i    "O  EHOLD  how  iinners  difagree — 
 J3  The  Publican  and  Phariiee  ! 
 One  doth  his  righteoufnefs  proclaim, 
 The  other  owns  his  guilt  and  lhame. 
 
 a  This  man  at  humble  diftance  Hands, 
 And  cries  for  grace  with  lifted  hands  j 
 That  boldly  rifes  near  the  throne, 
 And  talks  of  duties  he  has  done. 
 
 3  The  Lord  their  diff  rent  language  knows* 
 And  diff'rent  anfwers  he  bellows  : 
 
 The  humble  foul  with  grace  he  crownsi 
 While  on  the  proud  his  anger  frowns. 
 
 4  Dear  Father,  let  me  never  be 
 join'd  with  the  boafting  Pharifee; 
 I  have  no  merits  of  my  own, 
 
 But  plead  the  fufPrings  of  thy  Son. 
 
 HYMN   CXXXII.     Long  Metre. 
 
 Holinefs  ami  Grace.       Titus  ii.    10 — ij» 
 
 I  QO  let  our  lips  and  lives  exprefs 
 O  The  holy  Gofpel  we  profefs  ; 
 So  let  our  works" and  virtues  fnine 
 To  prove  the  doclrine  all  divine. 
 
 a  Thus  {hall  we  beft  proclaim  abroad 
 The  honours  of  our  Saviour  God  ; 
 When  the  falvation  reigns  within, 
 And  grace  fubdues  the  pow'r  of  lin. 
 
 3  Our  fleih  and  fenfe  rauft  be  deny'd, 
 Paffion  and  envy,  lull  and  pride  j 
 While  juftice,  temp'rance,  truth  and  loves 
 Our  inward  piety  approve. 
 
 4  Religion  bears  our  fpirits  up, 
 While  we  expert  that  blefied  hope? 
 
8z      •       HY  M  N  S     and  L.  I. 
 
 The  bright  appearance  of  the  Lord, 
 And  faith  ltands  leaning  on  his  word. 
 
 II  Y  M  N    CXXXIII.      Common  Metre. 
 Love  and  Charily.      2  Cor.  xiii.  2 — 7.     ' 
 1    '      ET  Fharifees,  of  high  efteeni, 
 JLu  Their  faith  and  zeal  declare  ; 
 All  their  religion  is  a  dream» 
 Jf  love  be  wanting  there. 
 
 z  Love  fuffers  long  with  patient  eye» 
 Nor  is  provok'd  in  hallo  ; 
 She  lets  the  prefent  inj'ry  die, 
 And  long  forgets  the  pail. 
 
 3  [Malice  and  rage,  thole  fires  of  hell, 
 
 She  quenches  with  her  tongue  ; 
 Hopes,  and  believes,  and  thinks  no  ill, 
 Though  ihe  endures  the  wrong.] 
 
 4  [She  nor  defires,  nor  feeks  to  know 
 
 The  lcandals  of  the  time  ; 
 Nor  looks  with  prijis  Gfi  ihpfe  below, 
 Nor  envies  thcie  who  climb  ] 
 
 5  She  lays  her  own  advantage  by, 
 
 To  feck  her  neighbour's  good  ; 
 So  God's  own  Son  came  down  to  iiie» 
 And  boiipht  our  lives  with  blocd. 
 
 6  Love  is  the  grace  which  keeps  her  pow'r 
 
 In  realms  of  light  above  ; 
 There  faith  and  hope  are  known  no  more* 
 But  faints  forever  iove. 
 
 HYMN    CXXXIV.     Long  Metre 
 Religion  i  aiu,  -without  Love.      1  Cor.  xiii.   1,  2>  3. 
 
 j    T"  TAD  I  the  tongues  of  Greeks  and  U-ws, 
 JLjL   And  nobler  lpeech  than  angels  uie, 
 If  love  be  abient,   1  am  found 
 Like  tinkling  brafc,  an  empty  found. 
 
 a  Were  I  infpir'd  to  preach  and  tell 
 All  that  is  do;:s  in  heav1*!  and  hell, 
 
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 Or,  could  my  faith  the  world  remove* 
 Still  I  am  nothing,  without  love. 
 
 3  Should  I  distribute  all  my  fiore 
 To  feed  the  bowels  of  the  poor, 
 Or  give  my  body  to  the  fiame, 
 
 To  gain  a  martyr's  glor'ous  name — 
 
 4  If  love  to  Godj  and  love  to  men, 
 Be  abfent — all  my  hopes  are  •vain  : 
 Nor  tongues,  nor  gifts,  nor  fiery  zeal, 
 The  work  of  love  can  e'er  fulfil. 
 
 HYMN   CXXXV.     Long  Metre.  . 
 
 *Tbe   Icje  of  Chrhjl  Jhed  abroad  in  the  heart. 
 Eph.  iii.  16,  &c. 
 
 COME,  deareft  Lord,  defcend  and  dwell 
 _  '   By  faith  and  love  in  ev'ry  breaft  ; 
 Then  (hall  we  know,  and  tafte,  and  feel, 
 The  joys  which  cannot  be  exprefs'd- 
 
 a  Come,  fill  our  hearts  with  inward  flrength, 
 Make  our  enlarged  fouls  pofiefs, 
 And  learn  the  heighth,  and  breadth,  and  length* 
 Of  thine  unmeafurable  grace. 
 
 3  Now  to  the  God,  whofe  pow'r  can  do 
 More  than  our  thoughts  or  withes  know, 
 Be  everlafting  honours  done 
 By  all  the  church,  through  Chrift  his  Son. 
 
 H  Y  M  N    CXXXVI.     Common  Metre. 
 
 Sincerity  and  Hypocrify  ;    or,  Formality  in  Worjhif, 
 Jo.  iv.  13.  Pf.  cxxix.  23. 
 
 l    /"^  OD  is  a  Spirit,  juft  and  wife  ; 
 v7  He  fees  our  inmoft  mind  : 
 In  vain  to  heav'n  we  raife  our  cries, 
 And  leave  our  fouls  behind. 
 
 %  Nothing  but  tnuh,  before  his  throne, 
 With  honour  can  appear  ; 
 The  painted  hypocrites  are  known, 
 Through  the  difguife  they  wear. 
 
84  HYMNS     and  B.  I. 
 
 3  "Their  lifted  eyes  falute  the  fkies, 
 
 Their  bending  knees  the  ground  ; 
 But  God  abhors  the  faeriike 
 Where  not  the  heart  is  found. 
 
 4  Lord,  fearch  my  thoughts,  and  try  my  ways, 
 
 And  make  my  foul  lincere  ; 
 Then  l^all  I  ftand  before  thy  face, 
 And  find  acceptance  there. 
 
 HYMN    CXXXVII.      Long  Metre. 
 Salvation    by    Grace.      2   Tim.    i.   9,    ic. 
 
 r   "VJGW  to  the  povv'r  of  God  fupreme 
 1\    Be  everlafting  honours  giv'n  ; 
 He  faves  from  hell — (v.  c  blefs  his  name) 
 He  calls  »ur  wand'ring  feet  to  heav'n. 
 
 2.  Not  for  our  duties  or  defeits, 
 But  of  his  own  abounding  grace. 
 He  works  falvation  in  our  hearts, 
 And  forms  a  people  for  his  praife. 
 
 3  'Twas  his  mere  pleafure  which  begun 
 To  refcue  rebels  doorn'd  to  die  : 
 
 He  gave  us  grace  in  Chiift  his  Sen, 
 Before  he  fpread  the  ftarry  fky. 
 
 4  Jefus,  the  Lord,  appears  at  lad, 
 And  makes  his  Father's  counfels  known 
 Declares  the  great  tranlaclions  paft. 
 And  brings  immortal  blefiings  down. 
 
 5  He  dies — and,  in  that  dreadful  night,  ' 
 Did  all  the  pow'rs  of  hell  deftroy  ; 
 Riling,  he  brought  our  heav'n  to  light, 
 And  took  pofteflion  of  the  joy. 
 
 HYMN    CXXXVII  I.     Common  Metre. 
 
 Saints   in    the   bands    of  Cbrijl.       J^hn  x.  28,  -Q, 
 
 1    TjMRM  as  Jie  earth  thy  gofpel  ftands, 
 1.     My  Lord   my  hr.pe,  my  truft  ; 
 If  I  am  found  in  Jefus'  hands 
 My  foul  can  ne'er. be  loft. 
 
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 i  His  honour  is  engag'd  to  fave 
 ^The  meaneft  of  his  lheep  ; 
 All  which  his  heav'nly  Father  gave 
 His  hands  fecurely  keep. 
 
 3  Nor  death,  -qor  hell,  (hall  e'er  remove 
 His  fav 'rites  from  his  breaft  ; 
 In  the  dear  bofom  of  ki§  loye 
 They  muft  forever  reft. 
 
 HYMN    C  XXXIX.    Long  Metre. 
 
 Hope  in  the  Covenant.      Heb.  vi.    17,  19^' 
 
 i   T  TOW  oft  have  fin  and  fatan  ftrove 
 JTX  To  rend  my  foul  from  thee,  my  Godl 
 But  everlafting  is  thy  love, 
 And  Jefus  feals  it  with  his  blood. 
 
 2.  The  oath  and  promise  of  the  Lord 
 Join  to  confirm  the  woncTrous  grace  ; 
 Eternal  pow'r  performs  the  word, 
 And  fills  all  heav'n  with  eudlefs  praife. 
 
 3  Amidil  temptations,  (harp  and  long, 
 My  foul  to  this  dear  refuge  flies  ; 
 Hope  is  my  anchor,  firm  and  ftrong, 
 While  tempeils  blow,  and  billows  rife- 
 
 4  The  gofpel  bears  my  fpirit  up  ; 
 A  faithful'  and  unchanging  God 
 Lays  the  foundation  ol  my  hope, 
 In  oaths,  and  promifes,  and  blood. 
 
 HYMN   CXL.     Common  Metre.  . 
 
 A  living  and  a  dead  Faith ,  colle&ed  from  fever al 
 Scriptures. 
 
 I    ~\JT ISTAKEN  fouls  !  who  dream  ©f  heav'n, 
 XSfX  And  make  their  empty  boaft. 
 Of  inward  joys,  and  fins  forgiv'n, 
 While  they  are  flaves  to  luft. 
 
 a  Vain  are  our  fancies,  airy  flights, 
 If  faith  be  cold  and  dead  ; 
 H 
 
S6  HYMNS     and  B.I. 
 
 None  but  a  living  pow'r  unites 
 To  Chrift,  the  living  Head. 
 
 3  'Tis  faith  that  changes  all  the  heart, 
 
 'Tis  faith  which  works  by  love  « 
 That  bids  all  finful  joys  depart, 
 And  lifts  the  thoughts  above. 
 
 4  'Tis  faith  which  conquers  earth  and  hell, 
 
 By  a  celcfltal  pow'r  ; 
 This  is  the  gr3CC  which  (hall  prevail 
 In  the  decilive  hour. 
 
 5  Faith  muft  obey  her  Father's  will, 
 
 As  well  as  truft  his  grace  ; 
 A  pard'ning  God  is  jealous  ftiil 
 For  his  own  hclinefs. 
 
 6  When  from  the  curfe  he  fets  us  free, 
 
 He  makes  our  natures  clean  ; 
 Nor  would  he  fend  his  Son  to  be 
 The  rmnifter  of  fin. 
 
 7  His  fpirit  purifies  our  frame* 
 
 And  feals  our  peace  with  God  ; 
 Jefus,  and  his  falvation,  came 
 By  water  and  by  blood. 
 
 HYMN    CXLI.     Short  Metre. 
 The  humiliation  and  exaltation  of  Cbriji. 
 Ifa.  liii.  i — 5,  io — 12. 
 1  *\  T^KO  has  believ'd  thy  word, 
 VV      Or  tljy  falvation  known  ? 
 Reveal  thine  arm,  almighty  Lord, 
 And  glorify  thy  Son  ! 
 
 a  The  Jews  efteem'd  him  here 
 Too  mejn  for  their  belief  : 
 Sorrows  his  chief  acquaintance  were, 
 And  his  companion,  g.ief. 
 
 3  They  turn'd  their  eyes  away, 
 And  treated  him  with  fcorn  ; 
 But  'twas  their  griefs  upon  him  lay, 
 Their  for  rows  he  has  borne. 
 
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 4  'Twas  for  the  ftubborn  Jews, 
 
 And  Gentiles,  then  unknown, 
 The  Cod  of  juftice  pleas'd  to  bruife 
 His  heft-belaved  Son. 
 
 5  "  But  I'll  prolong  his  days, 
 
 ««  And  make  his  kingdom  ftand  ; 
 «»  My  pleafure  (i'aiih  ihe  God  of  grace) 
 "  Shall  proi'per  in  his.  hand. 
 
 6  "  [His  joyful  foul  {half  fee 
 
 ««  The  purchafe  of  his  pain  ; 
 
 ««  And  by  his  knowledge  juftify 
 
 "  The  guilty  fans  of  men.] 
 
 7  <«  [Ten  thoufand  captive  flaves, 
 
 "  Reieas'd  from  death  and  fin, 
 ««  Shall  quit  their  prifons  and  their  graves, 
 "  And  own  his  pow'r  divine-"] 
 
 8  «'  [Heav'n  (hall  advance  my  Son 
 
 «*  To  joys  which  earth  deny'd  ; 
 «  He  faw  the  follies  men  had  done, 
 "  And  bore  their  fins,  and  dy'd."} 
 
 HYMN   CXLIT.     Short  Metre. 
 The  fame.     Ifa.  liii.   6 — 9,   ia. 
 
 1   T    IKE  fheep  we  went  aftray, 
 jL—t  And  broke  the  fold  of  God  ; 
 Each  wand'ring  in  a  diff 'rent  way, 
 But  all — the  d^iuniuard  road, 
 
 a  How  dreadful  was  the  hour, 
 
 When  God  our  wand'rings  laid— 
 And  did  at  once  his  vengeance  pour 
 Upon  the  Shepherd's  head! 
 
 3  How  glor'ous  was  the  grace. 
 
 When  Chrift  fuftato'd  the  ftroke! 
 His  life  and  blood  the  Shepherd  pays 
 A  ranfom  for  the  hock. 
 
 4  His  hoaour  and  his  breath 
 
 Were  taken  both  away  j 
 
SS  HYMNS     and         •  B.  L 
 
 Join'd  with  the  wicked*  in  his  death, 
 And  made  as  vile  as  they. 
 
 5  But  God  thall  raife.  his  head 
 O'er  all  the  fons  of  men, 
 And  make  him  fee  *  num'rous  feed 
 To  recompenfe  his  pain. 
 
 ft  «'  I'll  give  him  (faith  the  Lord) 
 44  A  portion  with  thoftrong  ; 
 **  He  thall  poifefs  a  large  reward, 
 **  And  hold  his  honour*  long." 
 
 HYMN    CXLIII.     Common  Metre. 
 
 Characters  of  the  children  cf  God, 
 
 i     A  S  new-born  babes  deiire  the  brealt, 
 ■  ±\~  To  feed*  and  grow,  and  thrive  ; 
 bo  faints,  with  joy,  the  gofpel  tafie, 
 And  by  tike  gofpel  live. 
 
 3  [With  inward  guft  their  heart  approves 
 
 All  which  the  word  relates  ; 
 They  love  the  men  their  Father  loves, 
 And  hate  the  works  he  hates.] 
 
 ^^teCot  all  the  fiatt'ring  baits  on  earth 
 Can  make  them  flaves  to  luft  ; 
 They  can't  forget  their  ueav'nly  birth* 
 Nor  grovel  in  the  duft. 
 
 4  Not  all  the  chains  which  tyrants  ufe 
 
 Can  bind  their  fouls  to  vice  ; 
 Faith,  like  a  conq'ror,  can  produce 
 A  thoufand  victories  ] 
 
 5  [Grace,  like  an  uncorrupted  feed, 
 
 Abides,  and  reigns  within  ; 
 Immortal  principles  forbid 
 The  fons  of  God  to  an.  j 
 
 6  [Not  by  the  terrors  of  a  Have 
 
 Do  they  perform  his  will  , 
 But,  with  the  nobierf  pow'rs  they  havc» 
 His  i'weer.  cuntiiand*  fulfil.] 
 
B.  I.       SPIRITUAL    SONGS.      89 
 
 7  They  find  accefs,  at  er'ry  hour* 
 
 To  God,  within  the  rail  ; 
 Hence  they  derive  a  quick'ning  pow'i> 
 And  joys,  which  never  fail. 
 
 8  O  happy  fouls  !  O  glor'ous  ftate 
 
 Of  overflowing  grace  ! 
 To  dwell  fo  near  their  Father's  feat* 
 And  fee  his  lovely  face  ! 
 
 9  Lord,  I  addrefs  thy  hear'nly  throne- 
 
 Call  me  a  child  of  thi  ne  ; 
 Send  down  the  Spirit  oJ  thy  Son 
 To  form  my  heart  divine. 
 
 so  There  fhed  thy  choicest  loves  abroad* 
 And  make  my  comforts  ftrong  ; 
 Then  (hall  I  fay—My  Father,  God, 
 With  an  unwav'ring  tongue. 
 
 HYMN   CXLIV.     Common  Metre. 
 
 Ihe  ivitfteJ/iKg  and'  fealing  Spirit. 
 
 Rom.  viii.   14,   16.       Eph.  i.   13*  14. 
 
 1  T  T  THY  fhould  the  children  of  a  king 
 V  V     Go  mourning  all  their  days  ? 
 Grea/r  Comforter,  defcend  and  bring 
 Some  tokens  of  thy  grace  ! 
 
 a  Doll  thou  not  dwell  in  all  the  faints> 
 And  feal  the  heirs  of  heav'n  ? 
 When  wilt  thou  banifh  my  complaints* 
 And  (hew  my.  fins  forgiv'n  ? 
 
 3  Affure  my  confcience  of  her  part 
 
 In  the  Redeemer's  blood  ; 
 And  bear  thy  witnefs  with  my  heart 
 That  1  am  born  of  God. 
 
 4  'Thou  art  the  earnelt  of  his  love, 
 
 The  pledge  of  joys  to  come  ;     • 
 And  thy  foft  wings,  celeflial  Dove  !' 
 Will  lafe  convey  me  home. 
 
9o  H  Y  M   N  S     and  B.  I. 
 
 HYMN    CXLV.      Common  Metre. 
 Clr'iji    and    Aaron*    taken  from    Heb.  VI L  9. 
 
 1  YESUS,  in  thee  oui  eyes  behold 
 ^J    A  thouland  glories  more 
 
 Than  the  rich  gems  a  nd  polifh'd  gold 
 The  Ions  of  Aaron  wore. 
 
 2  They  firft  their  own  Ijiirnr-off'rings  brought* 
 
 To  purge  themfelve  s  fioin  fin  ; 
 Thy  life  icas  pure,  ivlthout  ttfpot, 
 
 And  all  thy  nature  1  lean. 
 
 3  [Frefh  blood,  as  confiant  as  the  day> 
 
 Was  on  their  altar  f  oiit  ,• 
 But  thy  QM  cjf'ring  txjtev  away* 
 Forever^  ail  our  guiii*~\ 
 
 4  [Their  pricfthood  ran  through  fev'ral  hauds» 
 
 For  mortal  was  their  race  ; 
 '2'hv  never-changing  vfjice  Jlands 
 Eternal  as  thy  days.^ 
 
 5  [Once,  in  the  circuit  of  a  year, 
 
 With  blood,  but  not  his  own, 
 Aaron  within  the  vail  appeai'd. 
 Before  the  golden  throne. 
 
 6  But  ChriJ?,  by  hh  otvn  pciv'rful  blood* 
 
 ;  above  t he  fkies  ; 
 A  fid,  in  tbt  prefence  if  our  Gcdt 
 Sbuxus  his  oivnfacrifce.l 
 
 7  Jefus,  the  King  of  glory,  reigns 
 
 On  Zu.m's  heav'hly  hill  ; 
 Looks  like  a  Lamb  that  has  been  flain, 
 And  we.irs  hi?  niieithood  ftill. 
 
 8  He  ever  lives  to  intercede 
 
 Before  his  Father's  face  ; 
 Give  oim,  rm  foul,  thy  t^ufe  to  plead. 
 Nor  ij  Father's  grace. 
 
 HYMN    CXI  VI.      I.on«  Metre. 
 Characters  of  Chrjl. 
 1  jO  O,  worfhip  al  Immahuel's  feet, 
 v_T  See,  in  his  iUce  what  wonders  meet  I 
 
B.I.     SPIRITUAL    SONGS.        9? 
 
 Earth  is  too  narrow  to  expvefs 
 His  worth,  his  glory,  or  his  grace. 
 
 2  [The  whole  creation  can  afford 
 
 But  lome  faint  fhadows  of  my  Lord  ; 
 Nature,  to  make  his  beauties  known, 
 Muft  mingle  colours  not  her  own.] 
 
 3  £  Is  He  compar'd  to  Win?  or  Bread  ? 
 Dear  Lord,  our  fouls  would  thus  be  fed  : 
 That  rleth,  that  dying  blood  of  thine, 
 
 Is  bread  of  life — is  heav'nly  wine.] 
 
 4  \_h  He  a  Tree  f     The  world  receives 
 Salvation  from  his  healing  leaves  : 
 
 That  righteous  branch,  that  fruitful  bough> 
 Is  David's  root  and  offspring  too.] 
 
 5  \Is  He  a  Refe  f   Not  Sharon  yields 
 Suen  fragranjsy  in  all  her  fields  : 
 Or,  if  the  Lily  he  aHume* 
 
 The  valiies  biei's  the  rich  perfume. 
 
 6  [/i  He  a  Vine  f  His  heav'nly  root 
 Supplies  the  boughs  with  Hie  and  iruit  - 
 O,  iet  a  lafting  union  join 
 
 My  foul  to  Chnft,  the  living  Vine  ! 
 
 7  \_Is  He  the  Head  f   Each  member  lives?. 
 And  owns  the  vital  pow'rs  he  gives  : 
 The  famrs  below,,  and  faints  above, 
 Join 'd  by  his  Spirit  and  his  love.] 
 
 8  Is  He  a  Fountain  P  There  I'll  ba^he, 
 And  heal  the  plague  of  fin  and  death  : 
 Thefe  waters  ail  rhy  foul  renew. 
 
 And  cleanie  my  fpotted  garments  toe.} 
 
 g  [Is  He  a  Fire  P  He'll  purge  my  drofs  : 
 But  the  true  gold  fuftains  no  iofs  : 
 Like  a  refiner, Thai  1  he  iV  — 
 
 And  tread  'he  refufe  with  his  feel] 
 
 10  ris  He  a  Rock  ?  How  firm  he  proves  I 
 The  Rock  of  ages  never  moves  \ 
 
g2  HYMNS     and  B.  I. 
 
 Yet  the  fweet  itreams,  which  from  him  flow* 
 Attend  us  all  the  deiart  through.] 
 
 n   [Is  He  a  Way  f  He  leads  to  God— 
 The  path  is  drawn  in  lines  of  blood  ; 
 There  would  I  walk*  with  hope  and  zeal, 
 Till  I  arrive  at  Zion's  hill.] 
 
 12  [Is  He  a  Door  ?  I'll  enter  in  ; 
 Behold  the  pnftures,  large  and  green  ! 
 A  paradife — divinely  fair  ; 
 
 None  but  the  iheep  have  freedom  there.] 
 
 13  [Is  He  d'fign\i  a  C^rner-Stonei 
 
 J'\>r  men  10  build  their  /jcjv'n  upon  ? 
 I'll  make  him  my  foundation  too  :, 
 Nor  fear  the  plot,  of  hell  below.] 
 
 14  [Is  He  a  Temple  ?    I  adore 
 
 Th'  indwelling  majefly  and  pow'r  ; 
 And  ftill,  to  his  molt  holy  place* 
 Whene'er  I  pray,  I'll  turn  my  face.] 
 
 15  [Is  He  a  Star?    He  breaks  the  night  ; 
 Piercing  the  ihades  with  dawning  light: 
 I  know  his  glories  from  afar* 
 
 I  know  the  bright,   the  Morning  Star.] 
 
 if)  [h  He  a  Sun  f  His  beams  are  grace— 
 His  courfc  is  joy  and  righteoufnefs  : 
 Nation*  rejoice*  when  he  appears 
 To  chafe  their  clouds,  and  dry  their  tears.] 
 
 17  CMet  me  climb  thofe  higher  fkies, 
 Where  ftorms  and  darkaefs  never  rife! 
 There  he  dilplays  his  pow'rs  abroad* 
 And  fhines,  and  reigns,  th*  incarnate  Goc\. 
 
 18  Nor  earth,  nor  feas,  nor  fun,  nor  ftars, 
 Nor  heav'n,  his  full  refemblance  bears  ;. 
 His  beauiies  we  can  never  trace, 
 
 Till  we  behold  him  face  to  face. 
 
B.  I.     SPIRITUAL  SONGS.        qy 
 
 HYMN    CXLVII.     Long  Metre. 
 The  Names  and  Titles  cfChriJi. 
 
 1  ""THIS  from  the  treasures  of  his  word) 
 
 JL     I  borrow  titles  for1  my  Lord  ; 
 Nor  art,  nor  nature*  can  fupply 
 Sufficient  forms  of  majefty. 
 
 2  Bright  image  of  the  Father's  face, 
 Shining  with  undiminiih'drays ; 
 Th'  eternal  God's  eternal  Son — 
 The  heir,  and  partner  of  his  throne. 
 
 3  The  King  of  kings — the  Lord  moll  higis 
 Writes  his  own  name  upon  iiis  thigh  ; 
 He  wears  a  garment  dipp'd  in' blood*     • 
 And  breaks  the  nations  with  his  rod. 
 
 4  Where  grace  can  neither,  melt  nor  move* 
 The  Lamb  relents  his  injui'd  love; 
 Awakes  his  wrath,  without  delay » 
 And  Judah's  Lion  tears  the  prey. 
 
 5  But  when  for  works  of  peace  he  comes* 
 What  winning  titles  he  aflafries  ! 
 Light  of  the  ivot/d,  and  life  of  men  ,*. 
 Nor  bears  thofe  characters  in  vain. 
 
 6  With  tender  pity  in  his  heart, 
 He  ads  the  Mediator's  part  ; 
 
 A  friend  and  brother  he  appears. 
 And  well  fulfils  the  names  he  wears. 
 
 7  At  length,  the  Judge  his  throne  afcends? 
 Divides  the  rebels  from  his;  friends  ; 
 And  faints,  in  full  fruition,  prove 
 
 His  rich  variety  of  love. 
 
 HYMN   CXLVIH.     Particular  Metre* 
 
 The  fame. 
 
 i  TT  7ITH  cheerful  voice  I  fing 
 V\  -   The  titles  of  my  Lord  ; 
 And  borrow  all  the  names 
 Of  honour  from  his  word  ; 
 
94  HYMNS     and  B,  I» 
 
 Nature  and  art 
 Can  ne'er  fupply 
 Sufficient  forms 
 Of  Majetiy. 
 
 2  In  Jtfus  we  behold 
 
 His  Father's  glor'ous  face» 
 Shining  for  ever  bright 
 With  mild  and  lovely  rays  : 
 
 Th'  eternal  God's 
 
 Eternal  Sob 
 
 Inherits  and 
 
 Partakes  the  throne. 
 
 3  The  fov'reign  King  of  kings, 
 The  Lord  of  lords  molt  high» 
 Writes  his  own  name  upon 
 His  garment,  and  his  thigh  : 
 
 His  name  is  call'd 
 The  word  of  God  ; 
 He  rules  the  earth 
 With  iron  rod. 
 
 4  Where  promifes  and  grace 
 Can  neither  melt  nor  aiove, 
 The  angry  Lamb  refents 
 The  inj'ries  of  his  love  ; 
 
 Awakes  his  wrath 
 Without  delay. 
 As  lions  roar 
 And  tear  the  prey. 
 
 5  But  when  for  works  of  peace 
 The  great  Redeemer  comes* 
 What  gentle  characters, 
 What  tides,  he  atl'umes  ! 
 
 Light  of  tbe  ivor/d, 
 And  life  of  men  ; 
 Nor  will  he  bear 
 Thole-names  in  vain. 
 
B.I.     SPIRITUAL  SONGS.         9$ 
 
 6  Immenfe. companion  reigns 
 In  our  Immanuel's  heart. 
 When  he  defcends  to  act 
 A  Mediator's  part. 
 
 He  is  a  friend 
 And  brother  too  ; 
 Divinely  kind. 
 Divinely  true. 
 
 7  At  length  the  Lord,  the  Judge* 
 His  awJul  throne  afcends; 
 And  drives  the  rebels  far 
 From  favorites  and  friends. 
 
 Then  mall  the  faints 
 Completely  prove 
 The  heights  and  depths 
 Of  all  his  love. 
 
 HYMN    CXLIX.     Long  Metre. 
 Ojfices  of  Chrijiy  from  the  fcriptures. 
 
 I     TOIN  all  the  names  of  love  and  pow'r, 
 ^1    Which  ever  mew  or  angeis  bore  ; 
 Ail  are  too  mean  to  fpeak  his  worth, 
 Or  let  Immanuel's  glory  forth. 
 
 a  But  O,  what  eondefcending  ways 
 He  takes,  to  teach  his  hcav'nly  grace  ! 
 My  eyes,  with  joy  and  wonder,  fee 
 What  iorms  of  love  he  bears  for  me. 
 
 3  The  angel  of  the  cov'nant  (lands 
 With  his  commiffion  in  his  hands  ; 
 Sent  from  his  Father's  milder  throne 
 To  make  the  great  falvation  known. 
 
 4  Great  Prophet,  let  me  blefs  thy  name  ! 
 By  thee,  the  joyful  tidings  came, 
 
 Of  wrath  appeas'd,  of  fin  forgiv'n, 
 
 Of  hell  fubdu'd,  awd  peace  with  heav'n. 
 
 5  My  bright  example,  and  my  guide, 
 I  would  he  walking  near  thy  fide  ; 
 O  never  lei  me  run  aftray, 
 
 Nor  follow  the  forbidden  way  ! 
 
96  HYMNS     and  B.  I. 
 
 €  I  love  my  Shepherd — he  ill  all  keep 
 My  wand'ring  loul  among  his  iheep; 
 He  feeds  his  flock,  lie  calls  their  names, 
 And,  in  his  bolom.  bears  the  lambs. 
 
 7  My  Surety  undertakes  my  caufe, 
 Anfw'ring  his  Father's  broken  laws  ; 
 Behold  my  foul  at  freedom  let  ! 
 My  Surety  paid  the  dreadful  debt. 
 
 %  Jefus,  my  great  High-Prlefr.,  has  dy'd — 
 I  feek  no  facrifice  betide  : 
 His  blood  did  once  tot  all  atone. 
 And  now  it  pleads  before  the  throne. 
 
 g  My  Advocate  appears  on  high — 
 The  Father  lays  his  thunder  by  : 
 Not  all  that  earth  or  hell  can  fay 
 Shall  turn  my  Father's  heart  away. 
 
 io  My  Lord»  my  Conq'ror,  and  my  King, 
 Thy  fceptre  and  thy  fword  I  ling  ; 
 Thine  is  the  vicVry,  and  I  fit 
 A  joyful  fubject  at  thy* feet. 
 
 11  Afpire,vmy  foul,  to  glor'ous  deeds — 
 The  Captain  of  Salvation  leads  ; 
 March  on — nor  fear  to  win  the  day, 
 Though  death  and  hell  obftruci  the  way. 
 
 12  Should  death  and  hell,  and  pow'rs  unknown, 
 Put  all  their  forms  of  mifchief  on  ; 
 
 I  lhall  be  fare — for  Chrift  difplays 
 Salvation  in  more  fov'reign  ways. 
 
 'J 
 
 HYMNCL.     Particular  Metre. 
 The  fume. 
 OIN  all  the  glor*ous  names 
 
 Of  wifdom,  love,  and  pow'r, 
 Which  ever  mortals  knew, 
 Which  angels  evir  bote  : 
 
 All  are  too  mean 
 
 To  fpeak  his  worth, 
 
3.1.       SPIRITUAL    SONGS.       -97 
 
 Too  mean  to  fct 
 My  Saviour  forth. 
 
 7.  But,  0»  what  gentle  terms  1 
 What  conuefcending  ways 
 Doth  our  Redeemer  ufe, 
 To  teach  hia  heav'nly  grace  : 
 
 Mine  eyes,  with  joy 
 
 And  wonder,  fee 
 
 What  forms  of  love 
 
 He  bears  for  me. 
 
 3  Array 'd  in  mortal  fiefh, 
 He,  like  an  angel,  ftands, 
 And  holds  the  prcmifes 
 And  pardons,  in  his  hands  : 
 
 Cornmiffion'd  from 
 His  Father's  throne, 
 To  make  his  grace 
 To  mortals  known. 
 
 4  Great  Prophet  of  my  God» 
 
 My  tongue  would  biefs  thy  name  j 
 By  thee  the  joyful  news 
 Of  our  falvation  came  ; 
 
 The  joyful  news 
 
 Of  fins  forgiv'n, 
 
 Of  hell  fubdu'd, 
 
 And  peace  with  heav'n  I 
 
 5  Be  thou  my  Counfellor, 
 My  pattern,  and  my  guide, 
 And  through  this  defert  land 
 Still  keep  me  near  thy  fide. 
 
 O  let  my  feet 
 Ne'er  run  aftray, 
 Nor  rove,  nor  feek 
 The  crooked  way  ! 
 
 6  I  love  mv  Shepherd's  voice; 
 His  watchful  eye  fhalL  keep 
 
 I 
 
#6  H  Y  M  N  S     and 
 
 My  wand'ring  foul  among 
 The  thousands  of  his  iheep  : 
 
 He  feeds  his  ilock, 
 
 He  calls  their  namos> 
 
 His  bofesn  bears 
 
 The  tender  lambs. 
 
 7  To  this  dear  Surety's  hand 
 "^nil  I  commit  my  cau»e  ; 
 He  answers  and  fulfils 
 His  Father's  broken  laws. 
 
 Behold  my  foul 
 At  freedom  fct  ! 
 My  Surety  paid 
 The  dreadful  debt. 
 
 8  Jcfus,  my  great  High-Prielt, 
 Qffer'd  his  blood,  and  dy'd— 
 My  guilty  confeience  feeks 
 No  facrince  be  fide. 
 
 His  pow'rful  blood 
 Did  once  atone  ; 
 And  now  it  pleads 
 Before  the  throne. 
 
 9  My  Advocate  appears 
 For  my  defence,  on  high  ; 
 The  Father  bows  his  ears, 
 And  lays  his  thunder  by. 
 
 Not  all  which  hell 
 Or  fin  can  fay, 
 Shall  turn  his  heart, 
 Ills  love,  away. 
 
 io  My  de-.r  almighty  Lordt 
 My  Couq'ror,  and  my  King, 
 Thy  fceptre,  and  thy  fword, 
 Thy  reigning  grace,  I  ling. 
 
 Thine  is  the  pow'r — 
 
 Behold  I  fit 
 
 In  willing  bonds 
 
 Beneath  thy  feet. 
 
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 H    Now  let  my  foul  arife, 
 
 And  tread  fhe  tempter  down  j 
 My  Captain  L:adb  me  forlh 
 To  conqueit  and  a  crown'. 
 
 A  feeble  faint 
 
 Shall  win  the  day. 
 
 Though  death  and  he-Ii 
 
 OoiViut  the  way. 
 
 ti  Should  all  the  hofls  of  death, 
 And  pow'fs  of  hell  unknown, 
 Put  their  mc't  dreadful  forms 
 Of  rage  and  tnifchief  oa  ; 
 
 I  (hall  be  faie, 
 
 For  Chrift  ciifplays 
 
 Superior  pow'r 
 
 And  guard'an  grace. 
 
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 BOOK    II. 
 
 COKTOSED     ON 
 
 D  I  FINE   SUB  J  EC  TS 
 
 II  Y  M  N    I.      Long  Metre. 
 
 A  fong    of  ptai/e    to    God  from    America. 
 
 i  "VTATURE,  with  all  her  pow'rs,  fhall  fing 
 IN    God  the  Creator,  and  the  Ring  : 
 Nor  air,  nor  earth,  nor  flues,  no*  feas» 
 Deny  the  tribute  of  their  praile. 
 
 2  Hegin  to  make  his  glories  known. 
 Ye  feraphs,  who  fit  nearlvs  throne  ; 
 Tune  your  harps  high,  and  fpread  the  found 
 To  the  creation's  utmolt  bound. 
 
 3  All  mortal  things,  of  meaner  frame, 
 Exert  your  force,  and  own  his  name  ; 
 Whilft,  with  our  fouls,  and  with  our  voice* 
 We  fing  his  honours,  and  our  joys. 
 
 4  To  Him,  be  facred  ail  we  have, 
 From  the  young  cradle  to  the  grave  ; 
 Our  lips  fhall  his  loud  wonders  tell, 
 And  cv'ry  word — a  miracle. 
 
 5  This  weftern  world,  our  native  land* 
 Lies  fafe  in  the  Almighty's  hand  : 
 
E.  II.     SPIRITUAL  SONGS.       ioi 
 
 Our  foes  of  vict'ry  dream  in  vain, 
 And  (hake  trie  captivating  fchain. 
 
 6  He  builds  for  liberty  a  throne, 
 
 And  makes  it  gracious,  like  his  own  ; 
 Makes  our  fucceflive  mlers  kind. 
 And  gives  cur  dangers  to  the  wind. 
 
 •j   Raife  monumental  praifes  high 
 
 To  him  who  thunders  through  the  fky, 
 And,  with  an  awful  nod  or  frown. 
 Shakes  an  afpiring  tyrant  down. 
 
 3  Pillars  of  iafiing  brafs  proclaim 
 The  triumphs  of  th'  eternal  name  ; 
 While  trembling  nations  read  from  far 
 The  honours  of  tie  God  ofivar. 
 
 9  Thus  let  our  flaming  zeal  employ 
 
 Our  lofticit  thoughts  and  loudeft  fongs  j 
 Zion  pronounce,  with  warraeft  joy, 
 Hofannas  from  ten  thouiand  tongues.' 
 
 ic  Yet,  mighty  Gsd.  ear  feeble  frame 
 Attempts  in  vain  to  reach  thy  name  ; 
 The  ftrcngelt  note  which  angels  raife* 
 Taint  in  the  worihip  and  the  praife. 
 
 H  Y  M  N    II.      Common  Metre. 
 The  Death  of  a  Sinner. 
 
 i  "\ /TY  thoughts  on  awful  fubjecls  rolij 
 1.VX  Damnation  and  the  dead  ; 
 What  horrors  feize  the  guilty  foul 
 Upon  a  dying  bed  ! 
 
 a  Ling'ring  about  theie  mortal  mores, 
 She  makes  a  long  delay  : 
 Till,  like  a  flood  with  rapid  force, 
 Death  fweeps  the  wretch  away  ! 
 
 3  Then  fwift  and  dreadful,  the  defcends 
 Down  tc  the  fiery  coaft  j 
 
 1  35 
 
io2  H  Y  M  N  S     and  B.  If, 
 
 Among  abominable  fiends, 
 Herielf  a  f\  ig L tfu  I  gh  jl .         • 
 
 4  There  cndlcfs  crouds  of  finners  lie. 
 
 And  darlcnefs  makes  their"  chains  : 
 Tortur'd  with  keen  defpair,  they  cry — 
 Yet  wait  for  fiercer  pains. 
 
 5  Not  all  their  anguifh,  and  their  blood» 
 
 For  their  old  guilt  atones; 
 Nor  the  companion  of  a  God 
 Shall  hearken  to  their  groans. 
 
 6  Amazing  grace,  which  kept  my  breafh» 
 
 Nor  bid  ray  foul  remove, 
 'Till  I  had  learn'd  my  Saviour's  death, 
 And  well  infui'd  his  love  ! 
 
 HYMN.  III.    Common  Metre. 
 rfhe    death    and    burial    of    a    faint. 
 
 i..  Tft  7*^  &°  wc  mourn  departing  friends?" 
 V  V    Or  fli^ke  at  death's  alarms  ? 
 "Trs  but  the  voice  which  jeltis  fends 
 To  call  them  to  his  arms. 
 
 z  Are  we  not  tending  upward,  too, 
 As  fa  ft  as  time  can  move  ? 
 Nor  would  we  wi(h  the  hours  more  How. 
 To  keen  us  from  our  love. 
 
 3   Why  fhould  wc  tremble  to  convey 
 Their  bodies  to  the  tomb  I 
 There  the  dear  flefh  of Jefus  lay> 
 And  left  a  long  perfume. 
 
 ]   The  graves  of  all  his  faints  he  bkfs'd, 
 And  loit'ned  ev'ry  bed: 
 Where  fhould  thechjng  members  icftY 
 But  with  the  dying  Head  ? 
 
 ^  Thence  he*  arofc,  afcending  hieh, 
 And  Ihcw'd  our  feet  the  way  j 
 Up  to  the  Lord  our  fouls  (hall  V) 
 At  the  great  riling  d*y. 
 
B.  II.      SPIRITUAL  SONGS.      i©s- 
 
 6  Then  let  the  laft  loud  trumpet  found, 
 And  bid  our  kindred  rile  ; 
 Awake,  ye  nations  under  ground* 
 Ye  faints,  aicend  the  Ikies. 
 
 H  Y  M  N    IV.      Long  Metre. 
 Salvation  in  the  Crofs. 
 i   TTERE,  at  thy  crofs,  my  dying  God,, 
 iTx   I  lay  my  ioul  beneath  thy  love  ; 
 Beneath  the  droppings  of  thy  bicod, 
 Jefus,  nor  fhall  it  e'er  remove. 
 
 2.  Not  all  which  tyrants  think  or  fay, 
 With  rage  and  lightning  in  their  eyes — 
 Nor  hell,  ffoould  frigh:  my  foul  away, 
 Should  hell,  with  all  its  legions,  rife. 
 
 3.  Should  worlds  confpire  to  drive  me  hence?, 
 Movel'efs  aad  firm  this  heart  ihculd  lie.;. 
 Refolv'd  (for  that's  my  laft  detence) 
 
 If  I  muft  periih— here  to  die. 
 
 4.  But  fpeak,  my  Lord,  and  calm  my  fear, 
 Am  I  not  fafe  beneath  thy  (hade  ? 
 Thy  vengeance  will  not  ftrike  me  here,. 
 Nor  fatan  dare  my  foul  invade. 
 
 5   Yes— I'm  fecure  beneath  thy  blood, 
 And  all  my  foes  ihall  lofe  their  aim  ;. 
 Hofanna  to  my  dying  God  ! 
 And  my  heft  honours  to  his  name. 
 
 HYMN    V.      Long  Metre. 
 Longing    to   p)  aife    Chrijl    better. 
 
 1  T    ORV),  when  my  thoughts  with  wonder  roll 
 JL.J  O'er  the  fharp  farrows  of  thy  foul, 
 
 And  read. ray  Maker's  broken  laws, 
 Repair'd  and  honour'd  by  the  crofs  : 
 
 2  Whan  I  behold  death,  hell,  and  fin, 
 Vanquifh'd  by  that  dear  blod  of  thine, 
 And  fee  the  Man,  who  grcan'd  and  dy!di. 
 Sit  glor.'ous  by  his  father's  fide. ; 
 
104  •  H  Y  M  K  S     and         E.  II. 
 
 3  My  pafiions  vife,  and  foar  above — 
 
 I'm  wing'd.with  faith,  and  lir'd  with  love  ; 
 
 Tain  would  I  reach  eternal  things, 
 
 And  learn  the  notes  which  Gabriel  frngs. 
 
 4  But  my  heart  fails,  my  tongue  complains, 
 For  want  of  their  immortal  ft  rains  ; 
 And,  in  inch  humble  notes  as  thefe, 
 Fails  far  below  thy  vittwic 
 
 5  Well,  the  kind  minute  muft  appear, 
 When  we  lhall  leave  theie  bodies  here  ; 
 Thefe  clogs  of  clay — and  mount  on  high. 
 To  join  the  longs  above  the  iky. 
 
 o 
 
 II  Y  M  N    VI.      Common  Metre. 
 A  Morning  Song. 
 NCE  more,  my  foul,  the  riling  day 
 
 Salutes  thy  waking  eyes  ; 
 Once  more,  my  voice,  thy  tribute  pay 
 To  Ilim  who  rolls  the  fkics. 
 
 2  Night  unto  night  his  name  repeats  ; 
 
 The  day  renews  the  found, 
 Wide  as  the  heav'n,  on  which  he  fits 
 
 To  turn  the  feaions  round. 
 
 3  'Tis  he  fupports  my  mortal  frame, 
 
 My  tongue  (hall  fpeak  his  praife  ; 
 My  iins  would  rouze  his  wrath  to  flame, 
 And  yet  bit  wrath  dJ.iys  ! 
 
 4  [On  a  poor  worm  thy  pow'r  might  trcadj 
 
 And  I  could  ne'er  withitanJ  ; 
 Thy  jufrice  might  have  cruuYd  mc  dead, 
 But  mercy  held  thine  hand. 
 
 5  A  thoufand  wretched  fouls  are  fled 
 
 Siace -the  kit  letting  fun, 
 And  yet  thou  length 'nclt  out  my  thread, 
 And  yet  my  moments  run  !] 
 
 i   Dear  God,  let  all  my  hours  be  thine, 
 tnjcy  the  light  ; 
 
B.  II.    SPIRITUAL     SONGS.      10-5 
 
 Then  fhall  my  fun  in  fmileS  decline. 
 And  bring  a  pleating  night. 
 
 H  Y  M  N   VII.     Common  Metre.    - 
 An   Eve7ilng  Song. 
 kREAD  Sov'reign,  let  my  evrning  fong 
 Like  holy  ir.eenfe  rife; 
 Aff.ft  the  orFrin-gs  of  my  tongue 
 To  reach  the  lofty  ikies. 
 
 a  Through  all  the  dangers  of  the  day 
 Thy  hand  was  flill  my  guard  ; 
 And  ftilh  to  drive  my  wants  away. 
 Thy  mercy  flood  prepar'd. 
 
 5  Perpet'al  bleffings  from  ab/ove-'  .  .     [ 
 
 Encornpafs  me  around? 
 But  O,  how  few  returns  of  love 
 Hath  my  Creator  found  ! 
 
 4  What  have  I  done  for  him  who  dy'd 
 To  fave  my  wretched  foul  ? 
 How  are  my  follies  multiply 'd. 
 Fall  as  my  minutes  roll ! 
 
 £  Lord,  with  this  guilty  heart  of  mine*. 
 To  thy  dear  crofs  I  fiee ; 
 And  to  thy  grace  my  foul  relign, 
 To  be  renew'd  by  Thee. 
 
 6  Sprinkled  afrefh  with  pard'ning  blood*. 
 
 I'd  lay  me  down  to  reft  ; 
 As  in  th'  embraces  of  my  God, 
 Or  on  my  Saviour's  breaft. ' 
 
 HYMN   VIII.     Common  Metre,. 
 A  Hymn  for  Mornh:g  or  Evening. 
 OS  ANN  A,  with  a  cheerful  found» 
 To  God's  upholding  hand  ; 
 Ten  thoufand  fnares  attend  us  round* 
 And  yet  fecure  we  ftand ! 
 
 z  That  was  a  moft  amazing  povy'r, 
 Which  raif'd  us  with  a  word  j 
 
ic6  H   Y  M  N  S     and  B.  II. 
 
 And  e\'ry  day,  and  cv'ry  hour, 
 We  lean  upon  the  Lord. 
 
 3  The  ev'ning  relts  our  weary  head, 
 
 And  angels  guaid  the  room  ; 
 We  waive — and'we  admire  the.bed 
 Which  was  hot  made  oar  tomb. 
 
 4  The  rifing  morning  can't  allure 
 
 That  we  (hall  end  the  clay  ; 
 For  death  Hands  read)  ui  the.  door 
 To  fnatcft  our  lives  away. 
 
 5  Our  breath  is  forfeited  by  tin 
 
 To  God's  revenging  law  ; 
 We  own  thy  grace,  immortal  King, 
 In  ev'ry  galp  We  draw. 
 
 6  God  is  our  fun,  whole  dally  light 
 
 Our  joy  and  faiety  brings  ; 
 Our  feeble  flefh  lies  fare  at  night 
 Beneath  his  fhady  wir.;-s. 
 
 II  Y  M  N    IX.     Common  Metre. 
 
 Godly  forrciv  ar'ijing  /rem   Cbrijt'i  fufftrlr.gs*. 
 
 i      A    LAS  !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed  ? 
 ii  And  did  my  Sov'reigu  die  ? 
 Would  he  devote  that  J  acred  head 
 For  fuch  a  worm  as  1  i 
 
 2  [Thy  body  fl'ain,  fweet  Jefus,  thine — 
 
 And  bath'd  in  its  own  blocl-- 
 
 Wnile,  all  expoS'd  to  wiath  divine. 
 
 The  gbr'ous  Suff'rer  flood  !] 
 
 3  Was  it  for  crimes  which  I  had  done 
 
 Ho  gtoan'd  upon  the  tree  ? 
 Amazing  pity  !  grace  unki  own  ! 
 And  love  bejond  degvee  ! 
 
 4  Well  might  the  fun  in  darknefs  hide, 
 
 And  (hut  his  gioiicb  ;.4, 
 When  Godj  the  mighty  Maker,  d\'d 
 Fo.'  man,  in:  c,eaiuit*s  ha. 
 
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 5  Thus,  might  I  hide  my  blufhing  face 
 
 While  his  dear  crofs  appears, 
 Diflblve  my  heart  in  thankfulnefs, 
 And  melt  my  eyes  in  tears. 
 
 6  But  drops  of  grief  can  ne'er  repay 
 
 The  debt  of  love  I  owe  ; 
 Here,  Lord,  I  give  myfelf  away, 
 'Tis  all  that  I  can  do. 
 
 HYMN    X.      Common  Metre,  j 
 Tar  ting  tviio  carnal  joys, 
 i   "ft  STY  foul  forfakes  her  vain  delight, 
 IVjL  And  bids  the  world  farewell 'j 
 Bafe  as  the  dirt  beneath  my  feet, 
 And  mifchievous  as  hell, 
 a  No  longer  will  I  afk  your  love, 
 
 Nor  leek  your  friendihip  more  ; 
 The  happinefs  which  I  approve 
 Lies  not  within  your  pow'r. 
 
 3  There's  nothing  round  this  fpacious  earth 
 
 Which  fuits  my  large  deiire  ; 
 To  boundlefs  joy,  and  fclid  mirth, 
 My  nobler  thoughts  afpire. 
 
 4  [Where  pleafure  rolls  its  living  flood, 
 
 From  fin  and  drofs  refin'd, 
 Still  fpringing  from  the  throne  of  God* 
 And  fit  to  cheer  the  mind. 
 
 5  Th'  Almighty  Ruler  of  the  fpherel 
 
 The  glof 'ous  and  the  great. 
 Brings  his  own  aii-fufficience  there, 
 To  make  our  blifs  complete,  j 
 
 6  Had  I  the  pinions  of  a  dove, 
 
 I'd  climb  the  heav'nly  road  ': 
 There  fits  my  Saviour,  died  in  love — 
 And  there — my  f mi  ling  Gcd. 
 
 HYMN    XL      Long  Metre. 
 The  fane. 
 SEND  the  joys  of  earth  away — 
 Away,  ye  tempters  of  the  mind  ; 
 
•ro8  H   Y  M  N  S     ,aso         E.  II 
 
 Fali'c  as  tha  frnooth  deceitful  fca, 
 And  empty  as  die  whittling  wind. 
 
 2,  Your  ftreams  were  floating  me  al'r;; 
 Down  to  the  gulph  of'  black  dcl'pai.  ; 
 And,  while  I  iifteri'd  to  y.mr  long, 
 Your  ftreams  had  e'en  convey 'd  ate  there. 
 
 3  Lord,  I  adore  thy  nutchlcis graces 
 Which  svam'd  me  or"  that  dark  abj  fs  ; 
 Which  drew  me  from  tt.ui'e  trcach'r^us  Teas* 
 And  bade  nie  leek  su?i.uu.t  bli^. 
 
 4  Now,  to  t!>e  ftjfrung  realrr.s  above 
 
 I  ftretch  my  hxnds,  and  glance  mine  eyes  : 
 
 O  for  the  pinions  of  a  do 
 
 To  bear  me  to  the  upper  ikies  ! 
 
 5  There,  from  the  bofom  of  my  God, 
 Oceans  of  endiefs  pleal'uics  roll  ; 
 There  would  I  iix.  my  lait  abode, 
 And  drown  the  forrows  ef  my  foul. 
 
 H  Y  M  V.  XII.     Common  Metre. 
 
 Chrift  is  the  Subjlance  of  tic  Levlt'ical  Pritjibotd. 
 
 g   HPHE  true  Mefliah  now  appears  ; 
 X     The  typcrs  are  all  withdrawn  : 
 So  fly  the  fnadows  .nnd  the  ftars 
 Before  the  riling  dawn. 
 
 2  No  fmoking  fwects,  no  bleeding  lambs, 
 Nor  kid  nor  bullock  llain  : 
 Incenfe  and  l'pke,  of  coltly  names,  ' 
 Would  all  be  burnt  in  vain. 
 
 .3   Aaron  muft  lay  hi*  rotes  away» 
 His  mitre  and  his  vert. 
 When  God  hinticlf  comes  down  to  be 
 The  oil" 'ring  and  the  prieft. 
 
 4  He  took  our  mortal  flefh,  to  fhow 
 The  wonders  of  his  love  ; 
 For  us  he  paid  his  life  below, 
 And  prays  for  us  above. 
 
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 5   Father,,  he  ct\p,*,  forgive  their  fins. 
 For  I  ntyfelf  have  dy'd  ; 
 And  then  he  ihows  his  open'd  veins. 
 And  pleads  his  wounded  fide. 
 
 HYMN    XIII.     Long  Metre. 
 
 *Ihe  Creation,  Prefers ation,  DiffJution,  and  Repara- 
 tion of  this  F/o*ld. 
 
 INC  to  th#  Lord,  who  built  the  fkies. 
 
 s 
 
 The  Lord,  who  rear'-d  this  (lately  frame ; 
 Let  all  the  nations  found  his  praife, 
 And  lands  unknown  repeat  his  name. 
 
 a  He  form'd  the  fea»,  and  frarn'd  the  nills, 
 Made  ev'ry  drop,  and  ev'ry  duft — 
 Nature  and  time,  with  all  their  wheels, 
 And  puLh'd  them  into  motion  frrft. 
 
 3  Now,  from  his  high  imper'a!  throne* 
 He  looks  far  down  upon  the  fpheresj 
 He  bids  the _  mining  orbs  roll  on, 
 And  round  he  turns  the  hairy  years. 
 
 4  Thus  (hall  this  moving  engine  lafi 
 Till  all  his  faints  are  gather'd  in  ; 
 Then  for  the  trumpet's  dreadful  bfaft 
 To  fhake  it  all  to  duft  again  ! 
 
 5  Yet,  when  the  found  mall  tear  the  fkies, 
 And  lightnings  burn  the  globe  below — 
 Saints.  y@u  may  lift  your  joyful  eyes, 
 There's  a  new  heav*n  and  earth  for  you. 
 
 H  Y  U  N    XIV.     Short  Metre. 
 
 Lord's  Day  :  or,  Delight  in  Ordinances. 
 
 1   TT7ELC0ME,  fweet  day  of  reft, 
 V  V        Which  law  the  Lord  arife  ; 
 Welcome,  to  this  reviving  breaft, 
 And  thefe  rejoicing  eyes  ! 
 
 s  The  King  hi'mfelf  comes  near, 
 And  feafts  his  faints  to-day  ; 
 K 
 
mo  HYMNS     and         E.  I] 
 
 Here  wc  may  fit,  and  fee  him  here, 
 And  love,  and  praife,  and  pray. 
 
 3  One  day  amicHt  the  place 
 
 Where  my  dear  God  has  been, 
 Is  iweeter  than  ten  thoufand  days 
 Of  pleafurable  lin.  ' 
 
 4  My  willing  foul  would  flay 
 
 In  fuch  a  frame  as  this  ; 
 And  fit,  and  ling  herfelf  away 
 To  everlaiting  biifs. 
 
 HYMN    XV.     Long  Metre. 
 
 T/j€  Erjoyment  i?/ChrI-ST. 
 
 AR  from  my  tho'ts,  vain  world,  be  gone  i 
 Let  my  religious  hoars  alone  : 
 Fain  would  my  eyes  my  Saviour  fee — 
 I  wait  a  vifit,  Lord,  from  thee  1 
 
 lF 
 
 %  My  heart  grows  warm  with  holy  fire, 
 And  kindles,  with  ituenfe  defiie: 
 Come,  my  dear  jelu%  from  above, 
 And  feed  my  foul  with  heav'nly  love. 
 
 3  [The  trees  of  life  immortal  ftar.d 
 
 In  blooming  rows  at  thy  right  hand  ; 
 And,  in  fweet  murmurs  by  their  fide, 
 Rivejs  of  bill's  perpet'al  glide. 
 
 4  Hafte  then — but  with  a  fmiling  face — 
 And  fpread  the  t^Me  of  thy  grace  : 
 Bring  down  a  tafte  of  truth  divine, 
 And  cheer  my  heart  with  facred  wine.] 
 
 5  Blefs'd  Jefus,  what  delicious  fare  ! 
 How  fweet  thy  entertai-nments  are ! 
 Never  did  angel*  tafte  above 
 Redeeming  grace,  and  dying  love. 
 
 6  Hail,  great  Immanuel.  all  divine! 
 In  thee  thy  Father's  glories  flnne  ; 
 Thou  brighter*,  fweeteft,  faireft  One, 
 Whom  eyes  have  feen,  or  angels  known  ! 
 
B.  II.     SPIRITUAL   SONGS.       in 
 
 HYMN    XVI.     Long  Metre. 
 
 Part   the  fecond. 
 
 r    T    ORD,  what  a  heav'n  of  faving  grace 
 *~*   Shine6  through  the  beauties  of  thy  face* 
 And  lights  our  paifions  to  a  flame  ! 
 Lord)  how  we  love  thy  charming  name  ! 
 
 2  When  I  can  fay — My  God  h  mine  ; 
 When  I  can  feel  thy  glories  thine, 
 I  tread  the  world  beneath  my  feet, 
 And  all  the  earth  calls  good  or  great. 
 
 3.  While  fuch  a  fcene  of  facred  joys 
 Our  raptur'd  eyes  and  fouls  employs* 
 Here  we  could  lit,  and  gaze  away 
 A  long,  an  everlaiting  day. 
 
 4  Well — we  (hall  quickly  pafs  the  night 
 To  the  fair  coaft  of  perfect  light  ; 
 Then  mail  our  joyful  fenfes  rove 
 O'er  the  dear  Object  of  our  love. 
 
 5  [There  fliall  we  drink  full  draughts  of  biifsi 
 And  pluck  new  life  from  heav'nly  trees  ' 
 Yet  now  and  then*  dear  Lord*  beltow 
 
 A  drop  of  heav'n  on  worms  below. 
 
 6  Send  comforts  down  from  thy  right  hand 
 While  we  pafs  through  this  barren  land  j 
 And,  in  thy  temple,  let  us  fee 
 
 A  glimpfe  of  love,  a  glimpfe  of  Thee.  J 
 
 R' 
 
 H  Y  M  N    XVII.      Common  Metre. 
 Gcd's  Eternity. 
 S  E,  rife,  my  foul,  and  leave  the  ground, 
 
 Stretch  all  thy  thoughts  abroad  ; 
 And  roufe  up  ev'ry  tuneful  found 
 To  praife  th'  eternal  God. 
 
 Long  ere  the  lofty  fk'ies  were  fpread 
 
 Jehovah  nll'd  his  throne  ; 
 Ere  Adam  form'd,  or  angeis  made, 
 
 The  Maker  liv'd  alone, 
 
ii2  HYMNS     and  B.  11. 
 
 j   His  boundlefs  years  can  ne'er  decreafe, 
 Out  flill  main  lain  their  prime  ; 
 Eternity   'j>  his  dwei  ling-place, 
 And  ever,  is  his  lime. 
 
 4  While,  like  a  tide,  our  minutes  flow, 
 
 The  prefent  and  the  paft  ; 
 He  fills  his  own  immortal  NOW, 
 And  fees  our  ages  wafte. 
 
 5  The  fea  and  iky  muft  penfh  too, 
 
 And  vaft  deftruction  come  ; 
 The  creatures,  look,  how  old  they,  grow, 
 And  wait  their  fiery  doom  ! 
 
 6  Well — let  the  fea  thrink  all  away, 
 
 And  flame  melt  down  the  Ikies  ; 
 My  God  (hall  live  an  endlcfs  day, 
 When  tl»'  old  creation  dies. 
 
 H  Y  M  N    XVIII.     Long  Metre. 
 «•  Tie  Minijiry  of  Angels. 
 
 r  TTIGH  on  a  hill  of  dazzling  light 
 JTi   The  King  of  glory  fpreads  his  feaf» 
 And  troops  of  angels,  ftretchM  for  flight, 
 Stand  waiting  at  his  awiui  leet. 
 
 z  "  Go,  faith  the  Lord,  my  Gabriel,  go — 
 "  Salute  the  virgin's  fruitful  womb  t 
 "  Make  hafte,  ye  cherubs,  down  below, 
 *«  Sing  and  proclaim — the  Saviour  cjim." 
 
 3  Here  a  bright  fquadron  leaves  the  (kies, 
 And  thiek  around  Kl'nha  ftands  ; 
 Anon  a  heav'nly  foldier  flies, 
 
 And  breaks  the  chains  from  Peter's  hands. 
 
 4  Thy  winged' troops,  O  God  of  hofts, 
 Wait  on  thy  waud'ring  church  below  ; 
 Here  we  are  failing  to  thy  coaits, 
 
 Let  angels  be  our  convoy  too. 
 
 5.  Are  they  not  alt  thy  fervants,  Lord  ? 
 At  thy  command  they  go  and  come  ; 
 
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 With  cheerful  hafte  obey  thy  word, 
 And  guard  thy  children  lo  their  home. 
 
 HYMN    XIX.     Common  Metre. 
 Our  frail    bodies,    and    God   our    Prefer-ver. 
 E  T  others  boaft  how  ftrong  they  be, 
 Nor  death  nor  danger  fear  ; 
 But  we'll  confefs,  O  Lord,  to  thee, 
 What  feeble  things  we  are. 
 
 a  Frefh  as  the  grafs  our  bodies  Hand, 
 And  rlouriih  bright  and  gay  ; 
 A  Mailing  wind  lweeps  o'er  the  land, 
 And  fades  the  grafs  away. 
 
 3  Our  life  contains  a  thouiand  fprings, 
 
 And  dies,  if  one  be  gone  ; 
 Strange!  that  a  harp,  of  thoufand  firings,. 
 Should  keep  in  tune  fo  long. 
 
 4  But  'tis  our  God  fupports  our  frame — 
 
 The  God  who  built  us  firif  ; 
 
 Salvation  to  th'  Almighty  name 
 
 That  rear'd  us  from  the  duft. 
 
 5  He  fpake — and  ft  rait  our  hearts  and  brains, 
 
 In  all  their  motions,  rofe  ; 
 Let  blood,  faid  flfc,  flo<w  round  the  veins> 
 And  round  the  veins  it  flows. 
 
 6  While  we  have  breath,  or  ufe  our  tongues, 
 
 Our  Maker  we'll  adore  ; 
 His  fpirit  moves  our  heavy  lungs, 
 Or  they  would  breathe  no  more. 
 
 HYMN   XX.     Common  Metre, 
 Backjlidings  and  Returns. 
 s  T  X  THY  is  my  heart  fo  far  from  thee, 
 V\      My  God,  my  chief  delight  ? 
 Why  are  my  thoughts  no  more  by  day 
 With  thee-,  no  more  by  night  ? 
 
 %.  [Why  fhould  my  foolilh  paflicns  rove  ? 
 Where  can  Inch  fweetnefs  be, 
 
 K  % 
 
ii4  HY  M  N  S     and         K.IL  i 
 
 As  I  h-.ve  tatted  in  thy  love, 
 As  I  have  lound  in  tl.ee  ?J 
 
 »  When  my  forgetful  foul  renews 
 The  favour  of  thy  grace, 
 My  heart  piefumes  I  cannot  lofe 
 The  rclilh  ail  my  days. 
 
 4  But,  ere  one  fleeting  hour  is  paft, 
 
 The  fl^U'ring  world  employs 
 Some  fenfual  bait  to  ieizc  my  tafte, 
 And  to  pollute  my  joys. 
 
 5  [Trifles  of  nature,  or  of  art» 
 
 With  fair  deceitful  charms, 
 Inttude  into  my  tnoughtlefs  heart, 
 And  thrult  thee  from  my  arms. 
 
 6  Then  I  repent,  and  vex  my  foul 
 
 That  I  fhould  lofe  thee  lo  ; 
 Where  will  thole  wild  aik'CtioKs  roll 
 Which  let  a  Saviour  go  i 
 
 7  [Sin's  promis'd  joys  are  turn'd  to  pain, 
 
 And  I  am  drovvn'd  in  grief  ; 
 But  my  dear  Lord  returns  again  ; 
 He  mea  to  my  reiiet  ! 
 
 8  Seizing  my  foul  with  fweet  furprife» 
 
 Ha  draws  with  loving  banos  ; 
 Divine  coinpalhon's  in  his  eyes» 
 And  pardons  in  his  hands.] 
 
 9  [Wretch  that  I  am.  to  wander  thus> 
 
 In  chale  offalfe  dedight  ! 
 Let  me  he  fatten 'd  to  thy  crofs, 
 Ra'her  than  lofe  thy  light. j 
 
 i«  [M  tke  hafte   mr  day?,  to  reach  the  goal? 
 a  bni  g  my  heai  r  to  relt 
 On  :  f  ir.v 
 
 Mj  G-i,  m>  Saviour's  br^ait  '_"]. 
 
B.  II.     SPIRITUAL   SONGS.       ii£ 
 
 HYMN   XXI-      Long  Metre. 
 
 A  ftfag    of   p-a:fe    to    G,d    the    Redeemer. 
 
 i    T    ET  the  old  neathen  tune  their  fong 
 1-J   Of  great  D.ir.a,  and  of  Jove  ; 
 But  the  fweet  theme  which  moves  my  tongue 
 Is  my  Redeemer  and  his  love. 
 
 a  Behold,  a  God  defcends  3nd  dies, 
 To  fave  my  foui  from  g-apmg  heil  ! 
 How  the  black  gulph,  where  fa?ar»  lies, 
 Yawn'd  to  receive  me  when  I  feil  ! 
 
 3  How  juftice  frown'd,  and  vengeance  ftood9 
 To  drive  me  down  to  ertdlefs  pain  ! 
 
 But  the  great  Son  propos'd  his  blood, 
 And  heav'nly  wrath  grew  mild  again. 
 
 4  Infinite  Lover  !  gracious  Lord  ! 
 To  thee  be  endlefs  honours  giv'n  : 
 Thy  wond'rous  name  (hall  be  ador'd, 
 Round,  the  wide  earth,  and  wider  hcav'n, 
 
 HYMN    XXII.     Long  Metre. 
 With  God  is  terrible  majejly,. 
 
 5  HPERRIBLE  GOD,  who  reign' ft  on  high,- 
 
 J-     How  awful  is  thy  thund'iing  hand  ! 
 Thy  tiery  bolts,  how  fierce  they  fly  I 
 Nor  can  all  earth  or  hell  wkhftand. 
 
 2  This  the  old  rebel-angels  knew, 
 And  latan  fell  beneath  thy  frown  : 
 Thine  arrows  ftruck  the  trairor  through* 
 And  weighty  vengeance  funk  him  down, 
 
 3  This  Sodom  felt — and  feels  it  ft  ill  — 
 .And  roars  beneath  th'  eternal  load  : 
 Wati  en&iefs  burnin^s-who  can  dwell» 
 Or  bear  the  fury  or  a  God  ? 
 
 4  Tremble,  ye  finners,  and  fubmit  ; 
 Tkrrw  dovn  your  arms  before  his  throne  % 
 Bend  your  heads  low  beneatn  his  feet, 
 
 Or  his  ftrong  hand  lhall  cruih  you  dowB. 
 
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 116  HYMNS     and         B.  II. 
 
 5  And  ye,  blefs'd  faints,  who  love  him  too. 
 With  rev'rence  bow  before  his  name  ; 
 Thus  all  his  heav'nly  fervants  do  : 
 Cod  is  a  bright  and  burning  flame. 
 
 HYMN    XXIII.      Long  Metre. 
 
 The  fight    of  God   and    Chrijl   in    heaven. 
 
 ESC  END  from  heav'n.  immortal  Dove, 
 Stoop  down,  and  take  us  on  thy  wings  ; 
 And  mount,  and  bear  us  far  above 
 The  reach  of  thefe  infer'or  things  : 
 
 1  Beyond,  beyond  this  lower  fky, 
 Up,  where  eternal  ages  roll  ; 
 Where  fob d  plealures  never  die, 
 And  fruits  immortal  feaft  the  foul. 
 
 3  O  for  a  fight,  a  pleafing  fi^ht, 
 Of  our  almighty  Father's  throne  \ 
 There  (its  our  Saviour,  crown'd  with  light, 
 Cloth'd  in  a  body  like  our  own. 
 
 4  Adcing  faints  around  him  ftand, 
 And  thrones  and  pow'r^  beiore  him  fall  ; 
 The  God  ihines  gracious  th'ough  the  man, 
 And  fheds  fweet  glories  on  them  ail  ! 
 
 5  O  what  amazing  joys  they  feel, 
 Wkile;  to  their  golden  harps,  they  ling  ; 
 And  fit  on  ev'ry  heav'nly  hill, 
 And  fpread  the  triumphs  of  their  King  ! 
 
 6  When  fhall  the  day,  dear  Lord,  appear, 
 That  I  fhall  mount,  to  dwell  above; 
 And  ftand,  and  bow  before  them  there. 
 And  view  thy  face,  and  fing,  and  love  ? 
 
 II  Y  M'N   XXIV.     Long  Metre. 
 
 The  evil  of Jin  ifible  in  the  fall  of  angels  and  men. 
 
 i   TI7HE-N  the  great  Builder  arch'd  the  (kiss,.- 
 V  V     And  form'd  all  nature  with  a  word  ; 
 The  joyful  cherubs  tun'd  his  praife, 
 And  ev'ry  bending  (krone  adox'd. 
 
B.  II.      SPIRITUAL   SONGS.      117 
 
 2  High,  in  the  midft  of  all  the  throng, 
 Satan,  a  tall  arch-angel  far  ; 
 
 *  Among  tl.c  mornLpg-JWs  he  fung, 
 Till  fin  deflroy'd  his  neav'nly  ftate. 
 
 3  ['Twas  fin  that  hurl'd  him  from  his  throne9 
 Groy'ling  in  jure,  the  rebel  lies  ;       u 
 
 +  Ho-v.'  an  thou  Junk  in  darknefs  doujHy 
 Sen  if  ihe  morr.ivg,  from  toejkiss  ! 
 
 4  And  thus  our  two  firft  parents  flood, 
 Till  lin  dehl'rt  the  '.appy  place  :  . 
 They  loft  their  garden,  and  their  God* 
 And  ruin'd  all  their  unborn  race. 
 
 5  So  fprang  the  plague  from  Adam's  bow'r.r 
 And  fpread  de&ruction  all  abroad  ; 
 
 Sin,  the  curs'd  name,  which  in  one  hour* 
 Spoil'd  fix  day's  labor  of  a  God] 
 
 6  Tremble,  my  foul,  and  mourn  for  grief, 
 That  fuch  a  foe  inould  ieize  thybreaft  5 
 Fly  to  thy  Lord  for  quick  relief ; 
 
 Oh  !  may  he  flay  this  treach'rous  guefl. 
 
 9  Then  to  thy  throne,  victor'ous  King, 
 Then  to  thy  throne  our  ihouts  in  all  rife  ^ 
 Thine  everlafting  arm  we'll  ling, 
 For  fin,  the  menfter,  bleeds  and  dies. 
 *  fob  xxxviii.  7.  +  Ifa.  xiv.  12, 
 
 HYMN    XXV.     Common  Metre. 
 
 Complaining  of  Spiritual  Sloth. 
 
 Y  drowfy  pow'r>,  why  fleep  ye  fo  ? 
 Awake,  my  fluggiih  foul  ! 
 Nothing  has  half  thy  work  to  do  ; 
 Yet  nothing's  half  fo  dull ! 
 
 2,  The  little  ants,  for  one  poor  grain, 
 Labort  and  tug.  and  ftrive  ; 
 Yet  we,  who  have  a  heav'n  t'  obtain. 
 How  negligent  wc  live  ! 
 
 I  We,  for  who fe  fake  all  nature  ftandSj. 
 And  flars  their  couries  move  ; 
 
nS  HYMNS     and  B.  PL 
 
 We,  for  whofc  guard,  the  angel-bands 
 Come  flying  from  above  : 
 
 4  We,  for  whom  God  the  S«n  came  down, 
 
 And  labor'd  for  our  good  ; 
 How  careiefs  to  fecure  that  crown 
 He  purchas'd  with  his  blood  ! 
 
 5  Lord.  mall  we  live  fo  OuggiQa  fti!l» 
 
 And  never  ad  our  part    f 
 Come,  holy  Dove,  from  th'  heav'nly  hill, 
 And  fit  and  warm  our  hearts  ! 
 
 6  Then  (hail  our  a&ive  fpiiits  move  ; 
 
 Upward  our  fouls  l!  al!  rile  : 
 With  banc's  of  faiih,  and  wings  of  l©ve. 
 We'll  fly,  and  take  the  prize. 
 
 II  Y  M  N    XXVI.      Long  Metre. 
 
 Ccd  invijihle. 
 
 i    T    ORD,  we  are  blind,  poor  mortals,  blinds 
 J^j  We  can't  behold  ihy  bright  abode  ; 
 O  !    'tis  beyond  a  creature-mind 
 To  glance  a  thought  halfway  to  Cod. 
 
 2  Infinite  leaeues  beyond  the  fky, 
 The  great  Etrrnal  reigns  alone; 
 Where  neither  wings,  nor  louls  can  fly. 
 Nor  angels  climb  the  toplefs  throne. 
 
 3  The  Lord  of  glory  builds  his  feat 
 Of  gems  infufferably  bright  ; 
 And  lays  beneath  his  facred  feet 
 SHhftaniial  beams  of  gloomy  night. 
 
 4  Yet,  glor'ous  Lord,  thy  gracious  eyes 
 Look  through,  and  cheer  us  from  above  ; 
 Beyond  our  praife  thy  grandeur  flies, 
 Yet  we  adore,  and  yet  we  love. 
 
 H  Y  M  N    XXVII.     Long  Metre. 
 
 Praife  ye  bim,  all  bis  Atigth.      Pfalm  cxlviii.  z. 
 
 j    (~>  OD  !  the  eternal  awful  name, 
 
 v_T  That  the  whole  heav'nly  army  fear6t 
 
B.  II.    SPIRITUAL     SONGS,      119 
 
 Which  fliakes  the  wide  creation's  frame, 
 And  fatan  trembles  when  he  hears. 
 
 x  Like  flames  of  fire  his  fervants  are, 
 And  light  furrounds  his  dwelling-place  ; 
 But,  O,  ye  fiery  flames,  declare 
 The  brighter  glories  of  his  lace, 
 
 j  'Tis  not  for  fuch  poor  worms  as  we, 
 To  fpeak  io  infinite  a  thing  ; 
 But  your  immortal  eyes  furvey 
 The  beauties  of  jour  fov'reigri  King. 
 
 .4  Tell  how  he  (hews  "his  fmiling  face, 
 And  clothes  ail  heav'n  in  bright  array  ; 
 Triumph  and  joy  run  through  the  place» 
 And  longs  eternal  as  the  day. 
 
 5  Speak — {for  you  feel  his  burning  love) 
 What  zeal  it  fpreads  through  all  your  frame ! 
 That  facred  file  dwells  all  above-, 
 
 For  we,  on  earth,  have  loft  the  name. 
 
 6  [Sing  of  his  pow'r  and  juftice  too  ; 
 That  infinite  right  hand  of  his, 
 Which  vanquifh'd  fatan  and  his  crew, 
 When  thunder  drove  them  down  Srom  blifs.J 
 
 7  What  mighty  ftorms  of  poifon'd  darts 
 Were  hurl'd  upon  the  rebels  there  ! 
 What  deadly  jav'lins  naii'd  their  hearts 
 Fall  to  the  racks  of  long  defpair  ! 
 
 3  [Shout  to  your  King,  ye  heav'nly  hoft ; 
 You  who  be-held  the  finking  foe; 
 Firmly  ye  flood  when  they  were  loft  ; 
 Praife  the  rich  grace  that  kept  ye  fo. 
 
 9 •Proclaim  his  wonders  from  the  fkies  ; 
 Let  ev'ry  diftant  nation  hear  ; 
 And,  while  you  found  his  lofty  praifei 
 Let  humble  mortals  bow  and  fear. 
 
izo  H  V  M  N  S     a..d         B.  II. 
 
 HYMN    XXVIII.      £m  'cxrc. 
 
 Dea:b  a-. 
 
 i    QTOOP  down,  my  tbr  uie  to  riTe# 
 
 O      Convene  a  while  with  death  : 
 Think  how  a  galping  mortal  lie-, 
 And  pants  away  his  breath. 
 
 a  His  quiv'rir.g  lip  hangs  feeble  down, 
 His  pulfes  fault  and  few  : 
 Then,  fpeechlefs;  with  a  doleful  groan, 
 He  bids  the  wo: ; 
 
 3  But  Oh,  the  foul,  which  never  dies! 
 
 At  once  it  leaves  the  e 
 Ye  thoughts,  purfue  it  where  it  fi  ice, 
 And  track  its  wond'rous  way  ! 
 
 4  Up  to  the  courts,  where  angels  dwell, 
 
 It  mounts  triumphing  there  ;  ^ 
 
 Or  devils  piunge  it  down  to  hell. 
 In  infinite  defpalr  ! 
 
 5  And  muft  my  body  faint  and  die  ? 
 
 And  muft  this  foul  remove  ? 
 Oh,  for  fome  .guard'an-ange:  nigh, 
 To  bear  it  Ui'e  above  ! 
 
 6  Jefus,  to  thy  dear  faithful  hand, 
 
 My  naked  foul  I  triift  ; 
 And  my  fiefh  waits  for  thy  command, 
 To  drop  into  my  duft. 
 
 HYMN    XXIX.      Common  Metre. 
 
 Redemption  by  Price  and  Pciver. 
 
 i     TESUS,  with  all  thy  fai^t^  above. 
 J       My  tongue  wcu'.ci  bear  her  part ; 
 
 Would  found  aloud  -hy  fa  vine  love, 
 And  ftfrg  thy  bleeding  heart. 
 
 2  Blefs'd  be  the  Lamb,  my  desreft  Lord, 
 Who  bought  me  v  hh  hte  blood. 
 And  quench'd  his  Fathei  's  liamiRg  fvvord* 
 In  his  own  vital  blood. 
 
E.  II.     SPIRITUAL  SONGS,       121 
 
 3  The  Lamb  that  freed  my  captive  foul 
 
 From  fatan's  heavy  chains, 
 An."!  fent  the  lion  down  to  howl 
 Where  hell  and  horror  reigns. 
 
 4  All  glory  to  the  dying  Lamb, 
 
 And  never  c'eafine  praife, . 
 While  angels..liye  to  know  his  name, 
 Or  faints  to  feel  his  grace. 
 
 H  Y  M  N    XXX.      Short  Metre, 
 Heavenly  Joy  on  Earth. 
 
 1  [/~^OME,  we  who  love  the  Lord,      , 
 
 \^>      And  let  our  joys  be  known  ; 
 Join  in  a  fong  with  i'weet  accord, 
 And  thus  iurround  the  throne. 
 
 2  Let  forrows  of  the  mind 
 
 Be  baniLh'd  from  the  place  : 
 Religion  never  was  defi^n'd 
 To  make  cur  pleafures  lefs.] 
 
 3  Let  thofe  refufe  to  fing 
 
 Who  never  knew  our  God  : 
 Eut  fav'rites  of  the  heav'nly  King 
 Should  fpeak  their  joys  abroad.' 
 
 4  [The  God  who  rules  on  high, 
 
 And  thunders  when  he  pi  cafe, 
 Who  rides  upon  the  ftormy  fky, 
 And  manages  the  feas.] 
 
 5  This  awful  God  is  ours, 
 
 Our  Father  and  our  love  ; 
 Ke  will  fend  down  his  heav'nly  powTE 
 To  carry  us  aiove.  < 
 
 6  There  we  fhall  fee  his  facet 
 
 And  never,  never  iin  ; 
 There,  from  the  rivers  of  his  grace, 
 Drink  endlefs  pleafures  in. 
 L 
 
<&*        k  y  m  n  s    an©       ii  n. 
 
 •j  Yes,  and  "before  we  rife 
 To  that  immortal  ftate, 
 The  thoughts  of  fuch  amazing  blifs 
 Should  conftant  joys  create. 
 
 8  [The  men  of  grace  have  found 
 
 Glory  begun  below 
 Celeltial  fruits  on  earthly  ground, 
 From  faith  and  hope,  may  grow. 
 
 9  The  hill  of  Zion  yields 
 
 A  thoufanci  facred  fweets, 
 Before  we  reach  the  heav'nly  fields^ 
 Or  walk  the  golden  ftreets.  i 
 
 jo  Then  let  our  fongs  abound, 
 And  ev'ry  tear  be  dry  ; 
 We're  marching  through  Immanuel's  ground 
 To  fairer  worlds  on  high.] 
 
 HYMN    XXXI.      Long  Metre. 
 ChiiJFs   Prefence  makes  Death  eafy. 
 
 1  "XX/^  fliould  we  ftart,  and  fear  10  die  ? 
 
 VV     What  tim'rous  worms  we  mortal*  are  ! 
 Death  is  the  gate  of  endlefs  joy, 
 And  yet  we  dread  to  enter  theve. 
 
 2  The  pains,  the  groans,  and  dying  flrife, 
 
 Fright  our  approaching  fouls  away  ; 
 Still  we  thrink  back  again  to  life, 
 Fond  of  our  prifon,  and  our  clay. 
 
 3  Oh  !  if  my  Lord  would  come  and  meet. 
 My  foul  lhould  ftretch  her  wings  in  hafte, 
 Fly,  fcarleiV,  through  death's  iron  gate, 
 Nor  feel  the  terrors  as  fhe  pafs'd. 
 
 \  Jefus  can  make  a  dying  bed 
 1  eel  loft  as  downy  pi  flows  are, 
 While  on  his  b'reaft  I  lean  my  head, 
 And  brea;he  my  life  out  fweetly  there 
 
B,  II.      SPIRITUAL  SONGS.      123 
 
 HYMN    XXXII.      Common  Metre. 
 
 Frailty  and  Folly: 
 
 I   T  TOW  fhort  and  hafty  is  our  life ! 
 ii   How  vaft  our  fouls'  affairs  ! 
 Yet  fenfelefs  mortals  vainly  ftriver 
 To  laviih  out  their  years. 
 
 %  Our  days  run  thought!ef>Iy  along* 
 Without  a  moment's  flay  ; 
 Juft  like  a  ftory  or  a  fong, 
 We  pals  our  lives  away. 
 
 3  God,  from  on  high,  invites  us  home. 
 
 But  we  march  heedlefs  on  ; 
 
 And,  ever  haft'ning  to  the  tomb, 
 
 Stoop  downward  as  we  run. 
 
 4  How  we  deferve  the  deeped  hell, 
 
 Who  flight  the  joys  above  ! 
 What  chains  of  vengeance  fhould  we  feel, 
 Who  break  fuch  cords  of  love  ! 
 
 5  Draw  us,  O  God,  with  fov'reign  grace* 
 
 And  lift  our  thoughts  on  high, 
 That  we  may  end  this  mortal  race, 
 And  fee  falvation  nigh. 
 
 HYMN    XXXl.II.      Common  Metre. 
 The  blfjjed  Society  in  Heaven-. 
 
 1  Ty  AISE  thee,  my  feul,  fly  up,  and  run 
 JLv  Through  e'v'ry  heav'nly  frreet, 
 
 And  lay — there's  nought  below  the  fun, 
 That's  worthy  of  thy  feet. 
 
 2  [Thus  will  we  mount  on  facred  wings, 
 
 And  tread  the  courts  above  : 
 Nor  earth,  nor  all  her  might'eft  things, 
 Shall  tempt  our  meaneft  love. J 
 
 3  There,  on  a  high  majeftic  throne, 
 
 Th'  almighty  Father  reigns, 
 And  fheds  his  glor'ous  goodnefs  down 
 On  all  the  biif>ful  plains. 
 
iz+  H  Y  M  N  S     and  B.  II. 
 
 4  Bright,  like  a  fun,  the  Saviour  tits, 
 
 And  fprsads  eternal  noon  ; 
 No  ev'ningj  there,  nor  gloomy  nights 
 To  want  the  feeble  moon. 
 
 5  Amidft  thofe  ever-lhining  ikies 
 
 Behold  the  facred  Dove  ; 
 While  baniih'd  fin,  and  farrow  flies 
 From  all  the  realms  of  love. 
 
 »•  The  glor'ous  tenants  of  the  place 
 Stand  bending  round  the  throne  ; 
 And  faints  and  feraphs  ling  and  praife 
 The  infinite  Three-One. 
 
 7  [But,  O,  what  beams  of  heay'nly  grace 
 
 Tranfport  them  all  the  while  ! 
 Ten  thoufand  fmiles  from  Jefus'  face» 
 And  J^ve  in  ev'ry  imile  !] 
 
 8  Jefus,  and  when  fnall  that  dear  day> 
 
 That  joyful  hour,  appear, 
 When  I  ihali  leave  this  houfe  of  clay» 
 To  dwell  among  them  the;e  ? 
 
 HYMN  XXX IV.      Common  Metre, 
 
 Breathing  after  thi  Holy  Spirit. 
 
 i   pOME,  Holy  Spirit,  heav'nly  Dove, 
 V_/*   With  all  thy  quick'ning  pow'rs, 
 Kindle  a  flame  of  facred  love 
 In  thefe  told  hearts  of  ours. 
 
 2  Look  how  we  grovel  he-re  below, 
 
 Fond  of  thele  trifling  toys  ! 
 Our  fouls  can  neither  fly,  nor  go# 
 To  reach  eternal  joys. 
 
 3  In  vain  wa  tune  our  formal  fongs. 
 
 In  vain  we  ftiive  to  rife  ; 
 Hofannas  languish  on  our  tongu«s» 
 And  our  devotion  dies. 
 
 4.  Dear  Lord  !  and  fhall  we  ever  live 
 At  this  poor  dying  rate  ? 
 
B.  II.     SPIRITUAL  SONGS.      125 
 
 Our  love  fo  faint,  fo  cold  to  thee. 
 And  thine  to  us  fo  great  ? 
 
 5   Come,  Holy  Spirit,  h  av'nly  Dove, 
 With  all  thy  quick'ning  pow'rs  ; 
 Come,  fhed  abroad  a  Saviour's  love, 
 And  that  (hall  kindle  ours. 
 
 HYMN    XXXV.     Common  Metre- 
 Praife  to    God  for  Creation  and  Redemption. 
 I    T    ET  them  neglect  thy  glory,  Lord, 
 L  j   Who  never  knew  thy  grace  ; 
 But  our  loud  fong  fhall  (till  record 
 The  wonders  of  thy  praife. 
 
 a  We  raife  our  fhouts,  O  God,  to  thee* 
 And  fend  them  to  thy  throne  ; 
 All  glory  to  th'  united   Th  p.-e  e  , 
 The  undivided  One. 
 
 3  'Twas  He,  (and  we'll  adore  his  name) 
 
 Who  form'd  us  by  a  word ; 
 'Tis  He  reftor'd  our  ruin'd  frarre  . 
 Salvation  to  the  Lord  ! 
 
 4  Hofanna  !  let  the  earth  and  fkies 
 
 Repeat  the  joyful  found  ; 
 Rocks,  hills,  and  vales,  refkdt  the  voice 
 In  one  eternal  round.. 
 
 HYMN    XXXVI.      Short  Metre. 
 Chriji's '  Inter cejjion. 
 
 1  TT7ELL,  the  Redeemer's  gone 
 
 VV     T'  appear  before  a  God, 
 To  fprinkie  o'er  the  flaming  throne 
 With  his  atoning  blood. 
 
 2  No  fiery  vengeance  now, 
 
 No  burning  wrath  comes  down  5 
 If  juftice  calis  for  tinners'  blood, 
 The  Saviour  ihews  his  own. 
 
 3  Before  his  Father's  eye 
 
 Our  humble  -fuit  he  moves  ;  ... 
 
126  HYMNS     and  b  II 
 
 -The  Father  lays  his  thunder  by. 
 And  looks,  and  fmiles,  aud  loves. 
 
 4  Now  may  our  joyful  tongues 
 
 Our  Maker's  honour  ling  ; 
 Jefus,  the  Prieft,  receives  our  fongs> 
 And  bears  them  to  the  King. 
 
 5  [We  bow  before  his  fjice, 
 
 And  found  his  glories  high  ; 
 "  Hoiutnna  to  the  God  of  grace 
 »«  Who  iays  his  thunder  by.] 
 
 6  *«  On  earth  thy  mercy  reigns, 
 
 *•  And  triumphs  all  above  ; 
 "  Bur,  Lord,  how  weak  our  mortal  ftrains 
 «  To  fpeak  immortal  love  ! 
 
 7  ["  How  jarring,  and  how  low, 
 
 "  Are  all  the  notes  we  fing  ! 
 •*,  Sweet  Saviour,  tune  our  fongs  anew, 
 "  And  they  lhall  plcafe  the  King.  "J 
 
 H  Y  M  N    XXXVII.     Common  Metre, 
 
 Ibe  fame. 
 
 j    T    1FT  up  your  eyes  to  th'  heay'nly  feats? 
 I— j  Where  your  Redeemer  ft  ays  : 
 Kind  Interceflbr,  there  he  fits, 
 And  loves,  and  pleads,  and  prays. 
 
 a  'Twas  well,  my  foul,  he  dy'd  for  thee> 
 And  (hed  his  vital  blood  ; 
 Appeas'd  fterr.  jultice  on  the  tree> 
 And  then  aroie  to  God. 
 
 3  Petitions  now,  and  praife  may  rife. 
 
 And  faints  their  offerings  bring  ; 
 The  Prieft,  with  his  own  facrifice, 
 Prefents  th.-m  to  the  King. 
 
 4  [Let  others  truft  what  names  they  pleafej 
 
 Their  faints  and  angels  boalt  ; 
 We've  no  fuch  advocates  as  thtl'e, 
 Nor  pray  to  th'  heay'nly  holt.] 
 
B.  If.     SPIRITUAL   SONGS.       i27 
 
 5  Jefus  alone  lhall  bear  my  cries 
 
 Up  to  his  Father's  throne  ; 
 He  (deareft  Lord)  perfumes  my  fighs» 
 And  fvveetens  ev'ry  groats. 
 
 6  [Ten  thoufand  praifes  to  the  King, 
 
 Hoi  anna  in  the  high 'it  ; 
 Ten  thoufand  thanks  our  fpirits  bring 
 To  God,  and  to  his  Cnriit.] 
 
 HYMN   XXXVIII.     Common  Metre* 
 Love   to    God. 
 
 1  f  TAPPY  the  heart  where  graces  reign, 
 xTX  Wiiere  love  ini'pires  the  breaft  : 
 Love  is  the  brigiuelt  of  the  train, 
 
 And  ftrsngthens  ail  the  reft. 
 
 2  Knowledge,  alas  !  'tis  all  in  vain, 
 
 And  all.  in  vain  our  fear  ; 
 Our  (lubborn  fins  will  fight  and  reign» 
 If  love  be  abfent  there. 
 
 3  'Tis  love  which  makes  our  cheerful  feet 
 
 In  fwift  obed'e^ce  move  ; 
 The  devils  know — and  tremble  too  ; 
 But  f'atan  cannot  love. 
 
 4  This  is  the  grace  which  lives  and  fings3 
 
 When  faith  and  hope  (hall  ceafe  ; 
 'Tis  this  fhaii  ftrike  our  joyful  firings 
 In  the  fweet  realms  of  -bill's.  - 
 
 5  Before  we  quite  forfaks  our  clay, 
 
 Or  leave  this  dark  abode, 
 Let  wir.gs  of  love  bear  us  away 
 To  fee  our  fmiihig  God. 
 
 II  Y  M  N-  XXXIX.     Common  Met:?* 
 
 The  Sbmtnefs.  and  M'fery  of  Life. 
 
 J    (T~\U  R-  days,  alas  !  our  mortal  days} 
 Vv   Are  ihort  and  wretched  too  ! 
 :-vil  and  few,  the  Patr'arch  foys» 
 
 I*vi 
 
 An,l  well  the  Patr'arch  knew, 
 
128  HYMNS     and         B.II. 
 
 a  'Tis  but,  at  beft,  a  narrow  bound, 
 Which  heav'n  allows  to  men  ; 
 And  pains  and  Tins  run  through  the  round 
 Of  threefcore  years  and  ten. 
 
 3  Well— if  ye  muft  be  fad  and  few, 
 
 Run  on,  my  days,  in  hafte  ; 
 Moments  of  fin,  and  months  of  wo, 
 Ye  cannot  fly  too  faft. 
 
 4  Let  heav'nly  love  prepare  my  foul, 
 
 And  call  her  to  the  (lcie1;, 
 Where  years  of  long  falvation  roll, 
 And  glory  never  dies. 
 
 HYMN    XL.     Common  Metre. 
 
 Our    comfort    in    the    covenant    made    tvitB    Chr'iji. 
 
 i   f~\U  R  God,  how  firm  his  promife  ftands, 
 V_>^   Ev'n  when  he  hides  his  face  ! 
 He  trufts  in  our  Redeemer's  hands 
 His  glory,  and  his  graces 
 
 2  Then  why,  my  foul,  thefe  fad  complaints, 
 
 Since  Chrift  and  we  are  one  ? 
 Thy  God  is  faithtul  to  his  faints, 
 Is  faithful  to  his  Son. 
 
 3  Beneath  his  fmiles  my  heart  has  liv'd, 
 
 And  part  of  heav'n  pcflefs'd  ; 
 I  praifehis  name  for  grace  receiv'd, 
 And  truft  him  for  the  reft. 
 
 HYMN    XII.      Long  Metre. 
 
 A  fight    of  God   mortifies    us    to    the    'world. 
 
 i   T  TP  to  the  fields,  where  angels  lie, 
 \j    And  living  waters  gently  roll, 
 Fain  would  my  thoughts  leap  out,  and  rly, 
 But  fin  hangs  heavy  on  my  foul. 
 
 s  Thy  wond'rous  blood,  dear  dying  Chrift, 
 Can  make  this  world  of  guilt  remove  ; 
 And  thou  can'ft  bear  me  where  thou  ijy'ft, 
 On  thy  kind  wing*,  central  Dove  i 
 
B.  II.     SPIRITUAL   SONGS,      12^ 
 
 3  O  night  I  once  mount  up,  and  Tee 
 The  glories  of  th'  eternal  ikies  ; 
 
 What"  i::'.!;. things  theie  worlds  would  be. 
 How  Hi  to  my  eyes  ! 
 
 4  Had  I  a  glance  of  thee,  mv  God,-  • 
 Kingdoms  and  men  would  vaniin  foon  ; 
 Vanifn,  as  though  I  law  them  not, 
 
 As  a  dim  candle  dies  at  noon. 
 
 5  Then  they  mi^ht  fight,  and  lige,  and  rave, 
 I  Ehould  perceive  the  noii'e  no  more 
 Than  we  can  hear  a  making  leaf 
 
 While  rattling  thunders  round  us  rear. 
 
 6  Great  All  in  A l  t,  eternal  King, 
 Let  me  buc  view  thy  lovely  face  ; 
 And  ad  my  pow'rs  ihall  bow,  and  fiflg 
 Thine  endiefs  grandeur,  and  thy  grace. 
 
 II  Y  M  N   XLII.     Common  Metre.- 
 
 Eriligbt  in  GiJ. 
 
 i   A  ,TY  God,  what  endiefs  pieafures  dweii 
 iVJ.  Above,  at  thy  right  hand  ! 
 Thy  courts  below,  how  amiable, 
 Where  all  thy  graces  ft  and  ! 
 
 2  The  f  wallow  near  thy  temple  lies, 
 And  chirps  a  cheerful  note  ; 
 The  lark  mounts  up  toward  thy  Ikies, 
 And  tunes  her  warbling  throat  : 
 
 I   And  we,  when  in  thy  prefence,  Lord, 
 Do  lr.out  with  joyful  tongues  ; 
 Or,  fitting  round  our  Father's  beard, 
 We  crown  the  feaft  with  fongs. 
 
 4  While  Tefus  Ihines  with  quick'ning  grace 
 We  ling,  and  mount  on  high  ; 
 But.  if  a  frown  becloud  his  face, 
 We  faint,  and  tire,  and  die. 
 
 ;  Ju(l  as  we  fee  the  lonefome  dove 
 Bemoan  her  widow'd  ftau, 
 
 => 
 
mo  HYMNS     and  B 
 
 Wand'ring,  Ihe  flies  through  all  the  grove, 
 And  mourns  her  loving  mate  : 
 
 6  Jult  fo,  our  thoughts  from  thing  to  thing 
 In  reftlefs  circles  rove  ; 
 Juft  lb i  we  droop,  and  hang  the  wing, 
 When  Jefus  hides  hie  love. 
 
 XN 
 
 HYMN.  XL1II.      Long  Metre: 
 
 Chi  iji's  Sufferings  and  GUry. 
 
 OW  for  a  tune  of  lofty  praife 
 To  great  Jehovah's  equal  Son  ! 
 Awake,  my  voice,  in  heav'niy  lays, 
 Tell  loud  the  won„er$  he  hath  done. 
 
 2  Sing,  how  he  left  the  worlds  of  light, 
 And  the  bright  robes  he  wore  above  ; 
 How  fwift  and  joyful  was  his  flight 
 On  wings  of  everiafting  love  ! 
 
 3  Down  to  this  bafe,  this  finful  earth, 
 He  came  to  raife  our  natuie  high  ; 
 He  came  t'  atone  Almighty  wrath*— 
 Jefus,  the  God,  was  born  to  die. 
 
 4  [Hell,  and  its  lions,  roar'd  around ; 
 
 I  lis  precious  blood  the  monfters  fpilt ; 
 While  weighty,  forrows  prefs'd  him  down, 
 Large  as  the  loads  of  all  our  guilt.  J 
 
 5  Deep  in  the  fhades  of  gloomy  death, 
 Th*  Almighty  captive  pris'ner  lay  ; 
 Th'  Almighty  captive  left  the  earth, 
 And  role  to  everiafting  day. 
 
 6  Lift  up  your  eyes,  ye  fons  of  light, 
 Up  to  his  throne  of  mining  grace ; 
 Sje  what  immortal  glories  fit 
 Round  the  fweet  beauties  of  his  face»! 
 
 j  Among  a  thoufand  harps  and  fongs, 
 Jefus,  the  God,  exalted  reigns  ; 
 His  facred  name  fills  all  their  tongues, 
 And  echoes  though  the  heav'niy  plains  •! 
 
B.  II.   SPIRITUAL     SONGS,      i31 
 
 H  Y'M  N    XLIV.     Long  Metre. 
 Hell;,  or,  the  Vengeance  of  God. 
 l   TX  71 TH  holy  fear,  and  humble  long, 
 VV     The  dreadful  God  our  fouls  adore  ; 
 Rev'rence  and  awe  become  the  tcr.jv.e 
 Which  fpeaks  the  terrors  of  his  pow'r. 
 
 a  Far»  in  the  deep,  where  darknefs  dwells* 
 The  land  of  horror  and  defpair, 
 Juftice  has  built  a  difmal  hell, 
 And  laid  her  ftores  of  vengeance  the-e. 
 
 3  [Eternal  plagues,  and  heavy  chains, 
 Tormenting  racks,  and  fiery  coals, 
 And  darts  t'  inflict  irnmortai  pains, 
 Dy'd  in  the  blood  of  damned  fouls. 
 
 4  There  fatan,  the  firft  firmer,  lies, 
 And  roars,  and  bites  his  iron  bands  ; 
 In  vain  the  rebel  ftrives  to  rife, 
 
 Crufh'd  with  the  weight  of  both  thy  hands.] 
 
 5  There  guilty  ghofts,  of  Adam's  race. 
 Shriek  out,  and  howl  beneath  thy  rod  ; 
 Once  they  could  fcorn  a  Saviour's  grace, 
 And  fo  incens'd  a  dreadful  God. 
 
 6  Tremble,  my  foul,  and  kifs  the  Son— 
 Sinner*  obey  thy  Saviour's  call ; 
 
 Elfe  your  damnation  haftens  on, 
 And  hell  gapes  wide  to  wait  your  fall. 
 
 HYMN    XLV.     Long  Metre. 
 
 G;d's  Condefcenfion  to  eur  JForfbip. 
 
 l   rF,HY  favcrs,  Lord,  furprize  our  fouls  ; 
 
 JL     Will  the  Eternal  dwell  with  us  ? 
 
 What  canfl  thou  find  beneath  the  poles, 
 
 To  tempt  thy  char'ot  downward  thus  ? 
 
 a  Still  might  he  fill  his  flarry  throne, 
 
 And  pleafe  his  ears  with  Gabriel's  fongs  j 
 But  th'  heav'nly  majefty  comes  down, 
 And  bows  t>>  hearken  to  our  tongues ! 
 
132  H  Y  M  N  S     and         E.  II. 
 
 S   Great  God  !  what  poor  returns  v/c-p ay 
 For  love  fo  infinite  as  thine  ! 
 Words  are  but  air,  and  ton;;u"es  but'cl^y, 
 But  thy  cotvipahion's  all  divine. 
 
 H  Y  M  N     XLVI.      Long  \L-;*re, 
 
 God's  Condefccjion  to  Human  sljfairj. 
 
 t   T  TP  to  the  Lord,  who  reigns  on  high, 
 vJ    And  views  the  nations  fiom  alar, 
 Let  evcrlafting  praifes  hy, 
 And  tell  how  large  his  bounties  are. 
 
 z  [He  who  can  fhake  the  worlds  lie  made- 
 Or  with  his  word,  or  with  his  rod  ; 
 His  goodnef »  how  amazing  preat ! 
 And  what  a  condescending  God  ! 
 
 3  God,  who  muft  ftoop  to  vjerv  the  fkies, 
 And  bow  to  lee  what  angels  do, 
 Down  to  our  earth  he  tafts  his  eycc, 
 And  bends  his  footiteps  downward  too.] 
 
 4  Ke  over-rules  all  mortal  tilings, 
 And  manages  our  mean  affairs  ; 
 
 On  humble  fouls  the  King  of  Kings 
 Beftows  his  counfels,  and  his  cares. 
 
 5  Our  forrows  and  our  tears  we  pour 
 Into  the  befom  of  our  God; 
 
 He  hears  us  in  the  mournful  houri 
 And  helps  to  bear  the  heavy  load. 
 
 6  In  vain. might  lofty  princes  try 
 Such  condefcenfion  to  perform  ; 
 For  worms  were  never  raib'd  Jo  high 
 Above  their  meaneft  fellow-worm. 
 
 .7  Oh  I  could  our  thankful  heart  devife 
 A  tribute  equal  to  thy  grcce, 
 To  the  third  heav'n  our  l"»>ngs  fhould  rife» 
 And  teach  the  golden  Jiavps  thy  praii'e. 
 
II.      SPIRITUAL    SONGS.     733 
 
 •N 
 
 HYMN    XL VI I.      Long  Metre. 
 Clcry  and  grace  in  the  perfcn  of  Cbrijt-. 
 
 OW  to  the  Lord  a  noble  fong  ! 
 Awake,  my  loul ;  awake,  my  tongue; 
 Holanna  to  th'  eternal  name  ! 
 And  ail  his  boundiefs  love  proclaim. 
 
 2  See,  where  it  mines  in  Jefus'  face, 
 The  brighter!  image  of  his  grace  ; 
 Cod,  in  the  perfon  of  his  Son, 
 Has  all  his  might' eft -works- out-done. 
 
 •3  The  fpacious  earth,  and  fpreading  flood> 
 Proclaim  the  wife  and  pow'rful  God; 
 And  thy  rich  glories  from  afar 
 Sparkle  in  ev'ry  rolling  ftar. 
 
 4  But,  in  his  looks,  a  glory  ftands, 
 The  nobleft  labor  of  thine  hands  : 
 The  pleafing  luftre  of  his  eyes 
 Outfhines  the  wonders  of  the  ikies. 
 
 ■5   Grace  •!   'tis  a  fweet,  a  charming  theme  5 
 My  thoughts  rejoice  at  jefus'  name  ; 
 Ye  angels,  dweil  upon  the  found  ; 
 Ye  heav'ns,  reflect  it  to  the  ground. 
 
 »  Oh,  may  T  live  to  reach  the  place- 
 Where  he  unveils  his  lovely  face — 
 Where  all  his  beauties  you  behold, 
 And  fing  his  name  to  harps  of  gold  ! 
 
 HYMN    X-LV-III.     Common  Metre, 
 Love  to  the  Creatures  is  dangerous. 
 I   TTGW  Yain  are  all  things  here  below  ! 
 JlJ.     How  falfe,  and  yet  how  fair  ! 
 Each  pleafure  hath  its  pcifon.  too,  ■ 
 And  ev'ry  fweet — a  fnare. 
 
 .2  The  brighteft  things  below  the  (ley 
 Give  but  a  flatt'ring  light. 
 We  fliould  fufpeft  forne  danger  nigh, 
 Where  we  poilefs  deiight. 
 
 M 
 
i34    •         H  Y  M  N  S     and         D.  II, 
 
 3  Our  dcareft  joys,  and  neareft  friends, 
 The  partners  of  our  blood. 
 How  they  divide  our  wav'ring  minds, 
 And  leave  but  half  for  Cod  ! 
 
 4.  The  fondnefs  of  a  creature's  love. 
 How  itrong  it  itrikcs  the  fenfe  ! 
 Thither  the  warm  affections  move, 
 Nor  can  we  call  them  thence. 
 
 5  Dear  Saviour,  let  thy  beauties  be 
 
 My  foul's  eternal  food; 
 And  grace  command  my  heart  away 
 From  all  created  good. 
 
 HYMN    XLrX.     Ccmmon  Metre. 
 Mofes  dying  in  the  Embraces  of, God. 
 i    "PvEATH  cannot  make  our  fouls. afraidi 
 JL-/     If  Cod  be  with  us  there; 
 Vv'e  may  walk  through  the  ear&eft  made, 
 And  never  yield  to  fear. 
 
 a  I  could  renounce  my  all  bciow, 
 If  my  Creator  bid  ; 
 And  run,  if  I  were  call'd  to  go, 
 And  die,  as  Moles  did- 
 
 3  Might  I  but  climb  to  Pifgah's  top? 
 
 And  view  the  pmmis'd  land, 
 My  flefh  itfclf  mould  long  to  drop, 
 And  pray  for  the  command- 
 
 4  Clafp'd  in  my  heaVnly  Father's  arms, 
 
 1  would  forget  my  breath  ; 
 And  lofe  my  life  among  the  charms 
 Of  fo  divine  a  death. 
 
 HYMN    L.      Long  Metre. 
 ComfifHA  under  ScrroZL-s  and  P.i 
 i   VTOW  let  the  Lord,  my  Saviour,  fmile, 
 IN    And  fhe.v  my  rame  upon  his  heart ; 
 1  weald  foigcr  my  pains  a  while, 
 And  in  the  plealure,.  lofe  the  fmart. 
 a  But  Oh  i  ir-  fwelts  my  fovrows  high, 
 To  fee  my  b.eiied  Jslus  frown  ; 
 
B.  II.     SPIRITUAL- SONGS.      139 
 
 My  fpirits  link,  my  comforts  die, 
 And  all  the  fprings  of  life  are  dswn. 
 
 3  Yet  why,  my  foul,  why  thefe  complaints  ? 
 Still,  while  he  frowns,  his  bowels  move  ; 
 Still,  on  his  heart,  he  bears  his  faints, 
 And  feels  his  lbrrows,  and  his  love. 
 
 4  My  name  is  printed  on  his  breaft ; 
 His  book  of  life  contains  my  name  : 
 I'd  rather  have  it  there  imprefs'd, 
 Than  in  the  bright  records  of  fame. 
 
 y5   When  the  laft  fire  burns  all  things  here* 
 Thofc  letters  fhall  fecurely  Hand  ; 
 And,  in  the  Lamb's  fair  book  appear,  . 
 Writ  by  th'  eternal  Father's  hand. 
 
 6  Now  let  my  minutes  fmoothly  run, 
 Whilft  here  I  wait  my  Father's  v.iil ; 
 My  rifing  and  my  letting  fun 
 Pvoli  gently  up  and  down  the  hill. 
 
 HYMN    LI.      Long  Metre. 
 God  the  Son  equal  ivith  the  Father. 
 
 BRIGHT  King  of  Glory,  dreadful  God  I 
 Our  fpirits  bow  before  thy  feat : 
 To  thee  we  lift  a  humble  thought, 
 And  worjhip  at  thine  awful  feel:- 
 
 a  [Thy  pow'r  hath  form'd,  thy  wifdorn  fways, 
 All  naiure,  with  a  fov'reign  word; 
 And  the  bright  world  of  itars  obeys 
 The  will  of  t.heir  fuper'or  Lord.] 
 
 [Mercy  and  truth  unite  in  one, 
 
 And,  lmiiing,  lit  at  thy  right  hand. : 
 
 Eternal  iuftice  guards  thy  throne, 
 
 And  vengeance  waits  thy  dread  command-] 
 
 %  A  thoufand  feraphs,  ftrong  and  bright, 
 Stand  round  the  glor'ous  Deity  j 
 
tafi  H   Y  M  M  S     and         B.  II. 
 
 But,  who»  among  the  fons  of  light » 
 Fretends  companion  with  thee  ? 
 
 5  Yet  there  is  one,  af  human  frame* 
 JefuSj  array'd  in  flefh  and  blood, 
 Thinks  it  no  robbery  to  claim 
 
 A  full  equality  with  God. 
 
 6  Their  glory  Ihines  with  equal  beams  ; 
 Their  eiTencc  is  forever  one  ; 
 
 Though  they  are  known  by  diff'rent  names* 
 The  Father  God,  and  God  the  Son. 
 
 7  Then  let  the  name  of  Chrift,  our  King, 
 With  equal  honors  be  ador'd  ; 
 
 Hi*  prau'e,  W  ev'ry  angel  fing — 
 And  all  the  nations  own  their  Lord. 
 
 D 
 
 H  V  M  N"    LI  I.      Common  Metre. 
 D:.::b  dreadful,  or  del'.g'wfuL 
 
 EATH  !  'tis  a  melancholy  day 
 To  thofe  who  have  no  God, 
 When  the  poor  foul  is  fore'd  away 
 To  feck  her  laft  abode. 
 
 2  In  vain  to  heav'n  fhe  lifts  her  eyes; 
 For  guilt,  a  heavy  chain, 
 Stiil  drags  her  downward  from  the  Akies» 
 To  darknefs,  fire,  and  pain. 
 
 I  Awake,  and  mourn,  ye  heirs  ot  hell — 
 Let  ftabborn  tinners  fear; 
 You  muft  be  driv'n  from  earth,  and  dwell 
 A  long  forever  there  ! 
 
 4  See  how  the  pit  gapes  wide  for  you, 
 
 Ar.J  flatties  in  your  lace  ; 
 And  thou,  my  foul,  look  downwards  too> 
 And  Gng  recov'ring  grace. 
 
 5  He  is  a  Cod  cf  fov'reign  love, 
 
 Who  niomis'd  heav'n  to  me, 
 And  taught  my  thoughts  to  foar  above* 
 ere  happy  fpirits.  be. 
 
B.  II.     SPIRITUAL  SONGS,       137 
 
 6  Prepare  me>  Lord,  for  thy  right  hand* 
 Then,  come  the  joyful  day  ; 
 Come,  dcut;.,  and  iome  ceieftial  band* 
 To  bear  my  foul  away. 
 
 H  Y  M  N   LIII.     Common  Metre1,. 
 Sa'wts'  Pilgrimage  ;    or,   Earth  and  Hea-jau 
 
 1  T    O  R  D  !  what  a  wretched  laud  is  this, 
 jL-j  Which  yields  us  no  lupply  ; 
 
 No  cheering  iruits,  no  wholefome  trees, 
 No  itreams  of  living  joy  ! 
 
 2  But  pricking  thorns  through  all  the  grounds 
 
 And  mortal  poifons  grow  ; 
 And  all  the  rivers  which  are  found 
 With  dang'rous  waters  flow. 
 
 3  Yet  the  dear  path  to  thine  abode 
 
 Lies  through  this  horrid  land  : 
 Lord  !  we  would  keep  the  heav'niy  road* 
 And  run  at  thy  command. 
 
 4  Our  fouls  (hall  tread  the  defai't  through 
 
 With  undiverted  feet  ; 
 And  faith,  and  flaming  zeal,  fubdue 
 The  terrors  which  we  meet. 
 
 5  [A  thoufand  lavage  beafts  of  prey 
 
 Around  the  foreit  roam  : 
 But  Judah's  Lion  guards  the  way, 
 And  guides  the  itrangers  home.] 
 
 6  [Long  nights  and  d»arknefs  dwell  below*    . 
 
 With  fcarce  a  twinkling  ray  ; 
 But  the  bright  world  to  which  we  go 
 Is  everiafting  day.] 
 
 7  By  glimm'ring  hopes,  and  gloomy  fears, 
 
 We  trace  the  facred  road  ; 
 Through  difmal  deeps,  and  dang'rous  fnares3- 
 We  make  our  way  to  God. 
 
 %  Our  journey  is  a  thorn/  maze, 
 But  we  march  u  sward  itifl  5 
 M  2. 
 
i3S  HYMNS     and  B.U 
 
 Forget  thcfe  troubles  of  the  ways, 
 And  reach  at  Zion's  hill. 
 
 o  [See  the  kind  angels,  at  the  gates, 
 Inviting  us  to  come  ! 
 There  jcfus,  the  Forerunner,  waits 
 To  welcome  travelers  home.] 
 
 io  There,  on  a  green  and  fiow'ry  mount, 
 Our  weary  fouls  fhall  lit, 
 And,  with  tranfporting  joys,  recount 
 The  labours  of  our  feet. 
 
 ri  [No  vain  difcourfe  fhall  fill  our  tongue, 
 Nor  trifles  vex  our  ear  ; 
 Infinite  grace  fhall  fill  our  fong, 
 And  Cod  delight  to  hear.] 
 
 n  Eternal  glories  to  the  King 
 
 Who  brought  us  falely  through  ; 
 Our  tongues  lhall  never  ceafe  to  ling, 
 And  endlefs  praile  renew. 
 
 HYMN    LIV.     Common  Metre. 
 God's    Prefence    is    Light    in    Darknefs. 
 
 i   IV/f^  GOD,  the  fpring  of  all  my  joys, 
 JlVjl  The  life  of  my  delights, 
 The  glory  of  my  brighteft  days, 
 And  comfort  of  my  nights  ! 
 
 2  In  darkeft  fhades,  if  he  appear, 
 
 My  dawning  is  begun  ! 
 He  is  my  foul's  fweet  Morning  Star* 
 And  he  my  riling  Sun. 
 
 3  The  op'ning  heav'ns  around  me  fhine 
 
 With  beams  of  facred  blifs, 
 "While  Jefus  (hews  his  heart  is  mine, 
 And  whifpers — 1  am  hi?. 
 
 4  My  foul  would  leave  this  heavy  clay 
 
 At  that  tranfporting  word  ; 
 Run  up  with  joy  the  inining  way 
 T'  embrace  my  deareft  Lord. 
 
B.  II.      SPIRITUAL  SONGS.      139 
 
 4  Fearlefs  of  hell  and  ghaftly  death, 
 I'd  break  through  ev'ry  foe  ; 
 The  wings  of  love,  and  arms  of  faith, 
 Should  bear  me  conq'ror  through. 
 
 HYMN   LV.     Common  Metre. 
 Frail   Life-,    and  fucceeding    Eternity* 
 
 1  HPHEE  vve  adore,  eternal  Name — 
 
 JL     And  humbly  own  to  Thee 
 
 Hew  feeble  is  our  mortal  frame  ; 
 
 What  dying  worms  are  we  ! 
 
 2  [Our  walling  lives  grow  fhorter  ftill, 
 
 As  months  and  days  increafe  ; 
 And  ev'ry  beating  pulfe  we  tell 
 Leaves  -but  the  number  lefs. 
 
 3  The  year  rolls  round,  andfteals  away 
 
 The  breath  which  firfi  it  gave  ; 
 Whate'er  we  do,  where'er  we  be, 
 We're  trav'iing  to  the  grave.] 
 
 4  Dangers  Hand  thick  through  all  the  ground^ 
 
 To  pulh  us  to  the  tomb  ; 
 And  fierce  difeafes  wait  around, 
 To  hurry  mortals  home. 
 
 5  Good  Cod  !  on  what  a  (lender  thread. 
 
 Hang  everlatling  things  ! 
 Th'  eternal  ftates  of  all  the  dead 
 Upon  life's  feeble  firings  ! 
 
 6  Infinite  joy,  or  endlefs  wo, 
 
 Attends  on  ev'ry  breath  ; 
 And  yet  how  unconcern 'd  we  go 
 Upon  the  brink  of  death  ! 
 
 7  Waken,  O  Lord,  our  dro'wfy  fenfe 
 
 To  run  this  dang'rous  road  ; 
 And,  if  our  fouls  are  hurry 'd  hence, 
 May  they  be  found  with  God. 
 
 HYMN    LVI.     Common  Metre. 
 Vain  Profperity. 
 2    "\TO  !  I  (hall  envy  them  no  more 
 L\.  Who  grow  profanely  great, 
 
J40  H  Y  M  N  S     and         B.  Ii: 
 
 Though  they  increafe  their  golden  ftore, 
 And  rile  to  wond'rous  height. 
 
 a  They  tafte  of  all  the  joys  which  grow 
 Upon  this  earthly  clod  ; 
 Well — they  may  f  earth  the  creature  through* 
 For  they  have  ne'er  a  Cod. 
 
 3  Shake  oif  the  thoughts  of  dying  too> 
 
 And  think  your  life  your  own  ; 
 But  death  comes  haft'ning  on  to  you, 
 To  mow  your  glory  down. 
 
 4  Yes — you  mutt  bow  your  ftately  head  ; 
 
 Away  your  fpirit  flies  ; 
 And  no  kind  angel  near  your  bed, 
 To  bear  it  to  the  ikies. 
 
 5  Co  now,  and  bcaii  of  all  your  ftores — 
 
 And  tell  how  bright  they  fhine  ; 
 Your  heaps  of  glitt'ring  dufl  are  yours* 
 And  my  Redeemer  's  mine  !  , 
 
 H  Y  M  N    LVII.     Long  Metre. 
 
 The    Pleafurs    cf    a    gccJ  Cuifcience. 
 
 i   T    OR  Di  how  fectxre  and  bleft  are  they 
 JL_i  Who  feel  the  joys  of  pardon'd  fin  ! 
 Should  ftorms  or  wrath  lhake  earth  and  lea, 
 Their  minds  have  heav'n  and  peace  within. 
 
 2  The  day  glides  fwectly  o'er  their  heads, 
 Made  up  of  innocence  and  love  ; 
 
 Andt  foft  and  iiient  as  the  lhades, 
 Their  nightly  minutes  gently  move. 
 
 3  [Quick  as  their  thoughts  their  joys  come  on, 
 But  fly  not  half  (b  fait  away  ; 
 
 Their  leu  Is  are  ever  bright  as  noon, 
 And  calm  as  fummer  ev 'flings  be. 
 
 4  How  aft  they  look  to  th'  heav'nly  hills, 
 Where  groves  of  living  fjleafure  grow  ! 
 And  longing  hopes,  and  cheerful  fir.ilc:, 
 S:t  undiiturb'd  up-::  t^jir  brow  .] 
 
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 5  They  fcorn  to  fe-ek  our  golden  toys ; 
 But  fpend  the  day  and  ihare  the  night 
 In  numb'ring  o'er  the  richer  joys 
 Which  heav'n  prepares  for  their  delight. 
 
 6  While  wretched  we,  like  worms  and  moles* 
 Lie  grov'ling  in  the  duft  below  ; 
 Almighty  grace,  renew  our  fouls, 
 
 And  we'll  aipire  to  glory  too- 
 
 HYMN    LVIII.     Common  Metre. 
 
 Shortnefs  of  Life,   and  Goodnef   of  Godi 
 
 *IME  !  What  an  emty  vap&r  'tis ! 
 And  days,  how  fwilt  they  are  ! 
 Swift  as  an  Indian  arrow  flies, 
 Or  like  a  {hooting  Han 
 
 2  [The  prefent  moments  juft  appear, 
 Then  fiide  away  in  hafte  ; 
 That  we  can  never  fay — they're  here  ? 
 But  only  fay— they  're  fafi.^ 
 
 %   [Our  life  is  ever  on  the  wing, 
 And  death  is  ever  nigh  ; 
 The  moment  when  our  lives  begia 
 We  all  begin  to  die.] 
 
 4  Yet,  mighty  God  !  our  fleeting  days- 
 
 Thy  lading  favors  fhare  ; 
 Yet,  with  the  bounties  of  thy  grace, 
 Thou  load 'ft  the  rolling  year. 
 
 5  'Tis  fov'reign  mercy  finds  us  food, 
 
 And  we  are  cloth'd  with  love  ; 
 While  grace  ftands  pointing  out  the  road> 
 Which  leads  cur  fouls  above. 
 
 €  Kis  goodnefs  runs  an  endlefs  round — 
 All  glory  to  the  Lord  ! 
 His  mercy  never  knows  a  bound — 
 And  be  his  name  ador'd ! 
 
 7  Thus  we  begin  the  lafting  fong  ; 
 And  when  we  cioie  cur  eves, 
 
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 T42  H     Y    M    X    S        AND  B.   It 
 
 Let  ages  down  thy  praife  prolong, 
 'Till  time  and  nature  d;es. 
 
 II  Y  M  N    LIX.      Common  Metre. 
 
 yjradifi  en   Earth. 
 
 LORY  to  Cod,  wno  walks  the  fkfi 
 And  fends  his  blefTmgs  through — 
 Who  tells  his  faints  of  joys  on  high — 
 And  gives  a  taite  below. 
 
 -:  [Clory  to  God,  who  ftcops  his  throne» 
 That  dttft  and  worms  may  fee;tj 
 And  brings  a  giimpfe  of  glory  down 
 Around  his  1  acred  fee:. 
 
 3  When  Chrift,  with  all  hi3  graces  ctowft'd* 
 
 Sheds  his  kind  beams  abroad* 
 'Tis  a  young  heav'n  on  earthly  groundr 
 And  glory  in  the  bud. 
 
 4  A  blooming  paradifc  of  joy 
 
 In  this  wild  (Jefart  fprings  ; 
 And  ev'ry  fenfe  I  It  rait  employ 
 On  fweet  teleitial  things. 
 
 5  White  lilies'all  around  appear. 
 
 And  each  his  glory  fhov.s  ! 
 The  rofe  of  Shavor;  bloifoms  here, 
 The  faireft  fiow'r  which  blows. 
 
 6  Cheerful  I  feaft  on  heav'niy  fruit, 
 
 ::1  drink  the  pleafures  down  ; 
 Pieai'arcs  which  flow  hard  by  the  foot 
 Of  the  eternal  throne  !J 
 
 7  But,  ah  !  Uow  foon  my  joys  decay — 
 
 .•  icon  my  fins  arife — 
 And  fna^ch  th'  heavenly  i'cev.e  away 
 From  thefe  lamenting  eye^  !  • 
 
 S   When  fliall  the  time,  dear  Jefus,  whea 
 .  ;  day  appear, 
 
 That  I  mail  leavi  thole  clouds  of  fin, 
 And  guiit  and  uaikiiefs  here  ? 
 
B.  II.     SPIRITUAL  SONGS.      143 
 
 9  Up  to  the  fields,  above  the  fkies, 
 My  haily  feet  would  go — 
 There  everlafting  flow'rs  arife, 
 And  joys  unwith'ring  grew. 
 
 HYMN    LX.     Long  Metre. 
 
 The  Truth  of  God  the  PromJfcr. 
 
 1   T>RAISE,  everlafting  praife  be  paid 
 JL     To  Him  who  earth's  foundation  laid  : 
 Praife  to  the  God  whofe  ftrong  decrees 
 Sway  the  creation  as  he  pleafe. 
 
 3  Praife  to  the  goodnefs  of  the  Lord, 
 Who  rules  his  people  by  his  word  ; 
 And  there,  as  ftrong  as  his  decrees, 
 He  fets  his  kindeft  promifes. 
 
 3  [Firm  are  the  words  his  prophets  give — 
 Sweet  words,  on  which  his  children  live  ; 
 Each  of  them  is  the  voice  of  God, 
 
 Who  fpake,  and  fpread  the  fkies  abroad. 
 
 4  Each  of  them  pow'rful  as  that  found 
 Which  bid  the  new-made  heav'ns  go  round  ; 
 And  ftronger  than  the  folid  poles 
 
 On  which  the  wheel  cf  nature  rolls.] 
 
 5  Whence  then  fhould  doubts  and  fears  arife  ? 
 Why  trickling  forrows  drown  our  eyes  ? 
 Slowly,  alas  !  our  mind  receives 
 
 The  comforts  which  our  Maker  gives. 
 
 6  Oh,  for  a  ftrong,  a  lading  faith. 
 To  credit  what  th'  Almighty  faith  1 
 T'  embrace  the  meffag®  of  his  Son, 
 And  call  the  joys  of  heav'n  our  own. 
 
 7  Then,  fhould  the  earth's  old  pillars  fhake, 
 And  all  the  wheels  of  nature  break  ; 
 
 Our  fteady  fouls  fhall  fear  no  more 
 Than  folid  rocks,  When  billows  roar. 
 
 %  Our  everlafting  hopes  arife 
 Aboye  the  ruinable  fkies ; 
 
 I 
 
14-4-  HYMNS     and  E.  IL 
 
 Where  the  eternal  builder  reigns, 
 And  his  own  courts  his  pow'r  iuitdins. 
 
 HYMN    LXI.      Common  Metre. 
 A  Thought  of  Death  and  Glory. 
 
 1  IV/T^  *om''  come'  meditate  the  day, 
 XVi.  And  think  how  near  it  ftands, 
 When  thou  muft  quit  this  houie  of  clay, 
 And  fly  to  unknown  lands. 
 
 ■2.  [And  you,  mine  eyes,  look  down  and  view 
 The  hollow  gaping  tomb  : 
 This  gloomy  prifor.  waits  tor  yen, 
 Whene'er  the  fummons  commit.  ] 
 
 ^  Oh  !  could  we  die  with  thofe  that  die, 
 And  place  us  in  their  ftead  ; 
 Then  would  our  fpirits  learn  to  fly. 
 And  converfe  with  the  dead. 
 
 4  Then  fhould  we  fee  the  faints  above 
 In  their  own  glorious  forms,     * 
 And  wonder  why  our  fouls  mould  love 
 To  dwell  with  mortal  worms. 
 
 -j 
 
 [How  we  fhould  fcorn  thefe  clothes  of  flefh, 
 
 Thefe  fetters  and  this  load, 
 And  long  for  ev'ning,  to  undrefs, 
 
 That  we  may  reft  with  God.] 
 
 ■6  We  fhould  almoft  forfake  our  clay 
 Before  the  fummons  come, 
 And  pray  and  wiih  our  fouls  away 
 To  their  eternal  home. 
 
 H  Y  M  N    LXI  I.     Common  Metre. 
 G id  the  Thunderer  ,  or,  The  lafi  Judgt:;<nt  and  He/Ll 
 1NG  to  the  LorsJ,  ye  heav'nly  hofts, 
 
 'S 
 
 And  thou,  O  earth,  adore 
 
 •  Made  in  a  great  fujden  form  of  tbnuder,  Augufi 
 zo:h,  1697. 
 
:B.II.    SPIRITUAL    SONGS.      145 
 
 Let  death  and  hell,  through  all  their  coafts» 
 Stand  trembling  at  his  pow'r. 
 
 2  His  founding  chai'pt  [hakes  the  fky, 
 
 He  makes  the  clouds  his  throne ; 
 
 There  all  his  ffcores  of  lightning  lie, 
 
 Till  vengeance  darts  them  down. 
 
 3  His  noftrils  breathe  out  fiery  ftreams— - 
 
 And  from  his' awful  tongue 
 A  fov'reign  voice  divides  the  flames, 
 And  thunder  roars  along  ! 
 
 4  Think,  O  my  foul*  the  dreadful  day 
 
 When  this  incenfed  God 
 Shall  rend  the  fky,  and  burn  the  fea, 
 And  fling  his  wrath  abroad  ! 
 
 5  What  ihall  the  wretch,  the  finner  do  ? 
 
 He  once  defy'd  the  Lord  : 
 But  he  ihall  dread  the  Thund'rer  now., 
 And  fink  beneath  his  word. 
 
 6  Tempefts  of  angry  lire  fhall  roll 
 
 To  blaft  the  rebel  worm  ; 
 And  beat  upon  his  naked  loul 
 In  one  eternal  ftoim. 
 
 HYMN   LXIII.     Common  Metre. 
 
 A  Funeral  Thought. 
 
 1   T  TARK!  from  the  tombs,  a  doleful  found  j 
 JlJl     My  ears,  attend  the  cry — 
 ««  Ye  living  men,  come,  view  the  ground 
 "  Where  you  muft  ihortly  lie. 
 
 a  «  Princes,  this  clay  muft  be  your  bed, 
 "  In  fpite  of  all  your  tow'rs  ; 
 ««  The  rail,  the  wile,  the  rev'rend  head 
 "  Muft  lie  as  low  as  our's." 
 
 3  Great  God,  is  this  our  certain  doom  ? 
 And  are  we  ftill  fecure  ! 
 
 N 
 
iij.6  HYMNS     and         B.  II. 
 
 Still  walking  downwards  to  cur  tomb» 
 And  yet  prepare  no  more  ! 
 
 4  Grant  us  the  pow'rs  of  quick'ning  grace» 
 To  tit  our  fouls  to  fir  ; 
 Then,  when  we  drop  rhis  dying  flefh, 
 We'll  rife  above  the  iky. 
 
 H  Y  M  N    LX1V.     Long  Metre. 
 
 God  the   Glory  and  Defence  of  Zion. 
 
 x    TTAPPY  the  church,  thou  leered  plaee, 
 il   The  feat  of  thy  Creator's  grace  ; 
 Thine  holy  courts  are  his  abode  ; 
 Theu  earthly  palace  of  our  God. 
 
 a  Thy  walls  are  flrength,  and  at  thy  gates 
 A  guard  of  heav'nly  warriors  waits  ; 
 Nor  fhall  thy  deep  foundations  move, 
 Fix'd  on  his  counfels,  and  his  love. 
 
 3  Thy  foes  in  vain  defigns  engage; 
 Agaimt  his  throne  in  vain  they  rage; 
 Like  riling  waves,  with  angry  roar, 
 Which  dafhj  and  die  upon  the  lhore. 
 
 4  Then  let  our  fouls  in  Zion  dwell, 
 Nor  fear  the  wrath  of  Rome  or  hell ; 
 Kis  arms  embrace  this  happy  ground* 
 Like  brazen  bulwarks  built  around. 
 
 5  God  is  our  fhield,  and  God  our  fun  ; 
 Swift  as  the  fleeting  moments  run, 
 On  us  he  (beds  new  beams  of  grace, 
 And  we  reflect  his  brighteft  praife. 
 
 HYMN    LXV.     Common  Metre. 
 
 The    Hope  of  Heaven,    cr  Sup-port  under  Trials  M 
 
 Earth. 
 i  TX7HEN  I  can  read  my  title  clear 
 V  V       To  manfions  in  the  Ikies, 
 1  bid  farewell  to  ev'ry  fear, 
 And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes. 
 
 1  Should  earth  againft  my  foul  engage, 
 And  heUith  darts  be  hurl'd, 
 
B.  II.      SPIRITUAL  SONGS.      147 
 
 Then  I  can  fmile  at  Satan's  rage, 
 And  face  a  frowning  world. 
 
 3  Let  cares,  like  a  wild  deluge,  come, 
 And  ftorms  of  forrow  fall ; 
 May  I  but  fafely  reach  my  home, 
 My  God,  my  Heav'n,  my  All. 
 
 \  There  (ball  I  bathe  my  weary  foul 
 In  feas  of  heav'nly  reft  ; 
 And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roll 
 Acrofs  my  peaceful  breaft. 
 
 HYMN    LXVl.      Common  Metre. 
 A  prcfpeSf  of  heaven  makes  Death  eafy, 
 HERE  is  a  land  of  pure  deiightf 
 
 T 
 
 Where  faints  immortal  reign; 
 Infinite  day  excludes  the  night, 
 And  pleafures  banith  pain. 
 
 I  There  everlafting  fpring  abides, 
 And  never-with'ring  iiow'rs  ; 
 Death,  like  a  narrow  lea,  divides 
 This  heav'nly  land  from  ours. 
 
 j  [Sweet  fields,  beyond  the  fwelling  flood> 
 Stand  dreft  in  living  green  i 
 So,  to  the  Jews,  old  Canaan  flood. 
 While  Jordan  roll'd  between.] 
 
 [  But  tim'rous  mortals  ftart  and  fhrink, 
 To  crois  this  narrow  fea, 
 And  linger,  ioiv'ring  on  the  brink, 
 Through  fear  to  launch  away. 
 
 Oh  !  could  we  make  our  doubts  remove* 
 Thefe  gloomy  doubts  that  rife  — 
 
 And  fee  the  Canaan,  which  we  love, 
 With  unbeclouded  eyes. 
 
 Could  we  but  climb  where  Mofes  flood, 
 And  view  the  landfcaue  o'er  ; 
 
i+8  HYMNS     and  B.  II. 
 
 Not  Jordan's  ftreams,  nor  death's  cold  flood, 
 Should  fright  us  from  the  fhore. 
 
 HYMN    LXVU.     Common  Metre. 
 
 God's   Eternal  Dominion. 
 
 3   /""^  RE  AT  God  !  how  infinite  art  thou  ! 
 VJT     What  worthlefs  worms  are  we  1 
 Let  the  whole  race  of  creatures  bow» 
 And  pay  their  praife  to  Thee. 
 
 2  Thy  throne  eternal  ages  ftoodt 
 
 Ere  leas  or  ftars  were  made  ; 
 Thou  art  the  ever-living  God, 
 Were  all  the  nations  dead. 
 
 3  Nature  and  time  quite  naked  lie 
 
 To  thine  immenle  furvey, 
 
 From  the  formation  of  the  fky, 
 
 To  the  great  buming^day. 
 
 4  Eternity,  with  all  its  years, 
 
 Stands  prefent  in  thy  view  ; 
 To  Thee>  there's  nothing  old  appears — 
 Great  God  !  there's  nothing  new. 
 
 5.  Our  lives  through  var'ous  fcenes  are  drawn* 
 And  vex'd  with  trifling  cares  ; 
 While  thine  eternal  thought  moves  on 
 Thine  undiflurb'd  affairs. 
 
 6  Great  God  !  how  infinite  art  Thou  ! 
 What  worthlefs  worms  are  we! 
 Let  the  whole  race  of  creatures  bow, 
 And  pay  their  praife  to  Thee. 
 
 HYMN    LXVIII.     Common  Metre. 
 
 The  bumble   IVorJhip  of  tltaven. 
 
 i    T^ATHER,  I  long,  I  faint  to  fee 
 -fc-      The  place  or  thine  abode  ! 
 I'd  leaye  thy  earthly  courts,  and  flee 
 Up  to  thy  feati  my  God  1 
 
 %  Here  I  behold  thy  diftant  face> 
 And  'tis  a  pleating  fight ; 
 
B.  II.     SPIRITUAL  SONGS.      149. 
 
 But  to  abide  in  thine  embrace 
 Is  infinite  delight ! 
 
 3  I'd  part  with  all  the  joys  of  fenfe, 
 
 To  gaze  upon  thy  throne  ; 
 Fleafure  fprings  frefh  forever  thence, 
 Unfpeakable,  unknown. 
 
 4  There  all  the  heav'nly  hofts  are  feen; 
 
 In  fhining  ranks  they  move  ; 
 
 And  drink  immortal  vigour  in, 
 
 With  wonder  and  with  love. 
 
 5  Then  at  thy  feet,  with  awful  fear, 
 
 Th'  adoring  armies  fall ; 
 With  joy  they  fhrink  to  nothing  there? 
 Before  th'  eternal  ALL. 
 
 6  There  I  would  vie  with  all  the  hoft 
 
 In  duty,  and  in  blifs  ; 
 While  lefs  than,  nothing  I  could  boaftj 
 *  And  -vanity  conrefs. 
 
 7  The  more  thy  glories  ftrike  mine  eyes, 
 
 The  humbler  I  lhall  lie; 
 Thus,  while  I  fink,  my  joys  (hall  rife 
 Unmeafurably  high. 
 
 HYMN    LXIX.     Common  Metre. 
 The    Faithfulr.efi    cf    God    in    the    Promifes, 
 
 2  T>  EG1N>  my  tongue,  fome  heav'nly  theme* 
 -O  And  lpeak  fome  boundlefs  thing; 
 
 The  mighty  works,  or  might'er  name, 
 Of  our  eternal  King. 
 
 a  Tell  of  his  wond'rous  faithfuinefs. 
 And  found  his  pow'r  abroad; 
 Sing  the  fweet  prumi.e  of  his  grace, 
 And  the  performing  God. 
 
 3  Proclaim  falvatidn,  from  the  Lord> 
 
 For  wretched,  d)  ing  men  ; 
 VJfa.xl.     if. 
 
ISO  HYMNS     and  B.  IU 
 
 His  hand  has  writ  the  facred  word 
 With  an  immortal  pen. 
 
 4  $ngrav'df  as  in  eternal  brafs, 
 
 The  mighty  promife  (bines  ; 
 Nor  can  tae  powers  of  daiknefs  rafe 
 Thole  everlafting  lines. 
 
 5  [He,  who  enn  dafh  whole  worlds  to  deaths 
 
 And  make  them  when  he  pleafe  ; 
 But  f peaks— and  that  Almighty  breath 
 Fulfils  his  great  decrees  : 
 
 6  Hib  very  word  of  grace  is  ftrong 
 
 As  that  which  built  the  (kiea  ; 
 Th:; -voice  which  rolls  the  ftarj  along 
 SpeJ.cs  all  the  promifes. 
 
 7  He  faid  —  Let  tht  <u.<idt  heaven  be  fpread  g 
 
 And  heav'n  was  ftretch'd  abroad: 
 Aora'tn,  I'ii  be  ihy  God,  he  laid  ; 
 •\nd  he  was  Abra'm's  God. 
 
 3  Oh,  might  I  hear  thine  heav'nly  tongue 
 But  whifper — thou  art  mine  ! 
 Thole  gentle  words  mould  raii'e  my  fong 
 To  notes  almoft  divine 
 
 9  How  would  my  leaping  heart  rejoice3 
 And  think  my  heav'n  f ecu  re  ! 
 I'd  truft  the  all-creating  voice, 
 And  faith  defires  no  more. 
 
 HYMN    LXX.      Long  Metre. 
 Gzd's    Dominion   ever    the    Sea.      Pf.  cviL 
 
 I    f~^  OD  of  the  feas,  -thy  thund'ring  voice 
 v7   Mokes  all  the  roaring  waves  rejoice! 
 And  one  (oft  word  of  thy  command 
 Can  fink  iht-m,  lilent,  in  the  (and. 
 
 z  If  but  a  Mofes  wave  thy  rodi 
 
 The  fea  divides,  and  owns  its  God  ;  . 
 The  ftormy  floods  their  Maker  kncw> 
 And  led  his  chol'en  armies  through. 
 
B.  II.     SPIRITUAL  SONGS.     i$* 
 
 3  The  fcaly  flocks,  amidft  the  fea,. 
 To  thee,  their  Lord*  a  tribute  pay  ; 
 The  meaneft  fi.h  which  fwims  the  flood 
 Leaps  up,  and  means  a  praife  to  God. 
 
 4  [The  larger  monfters  of  the  deep 
 Oa  thy  commands  attendance  keep  % 
 By  thy  permiffion  fport  and  play, 
 Aiid  cleave  along  their  foaming  way. 
 
 5  If  God  his  voice  of  tempeft  rears» 
 Leviathan  lies  ftill,  and  fears  ; 
 Aunn  he  lifts  his  noftrils  high, 
 And  fpouts  the  ocean  to  the  fky.  j 
 
 6  How  is  thy  glor'ous  pow'r  ador'd 
 Amidft  thefe  wat'ry  nations,  Lord? 
 Yet  the  bold  men  who  trace  the  feast 
 Bold  men  relufe  their  Maker's  praife. 
 
 7  [What  fcenes  ofmiracl.es  they  fee, 
 And  never  tune  a  fong  to  thee  i 
 While  on  the  flood  they  fafely  ride»  ' 
 
 They  curfe  the  hand  which  fmoothes  the  tide* 
 
 8  Anon  they  plunge  in  wat'ry  graves, 
 And  fome  drink  death  among  the  waves  : 
 Yet  the  furviving  crew  blafpheme, 
 
 Nor  own  the  God  who  refcu'd  them.] 
 
 g  Oh,  for  fome  fignal  of  thy  hand  ! 
 
 Shake  all  the  feas ;  Lord,  (hake  the  land  i 
 Great  Judge  defcend  !  left  men  deny- 
 That  thece's  a  God  who  rules  the  iky. 
 
 HYMN    LXXI.     Common  Metre, 
 Praife  to  God  from  all  Creatures, 
 
 I  HPHE  glories  of  my  Maker,   God> 
 -i-     My  joyfui  voice  ihali  flng, 
 And  call  th^  nations  to  adore" 
 Their  Former,  and  their  King. 
 
 a  'Twas  his  right  hand  which  lhap'd  our  clayv> 
 And  wrought  tliii  human  frame  ; 
 
1^2  HYMNS     and  B.II. 
 
 But  from  his  own  immed'ate  breath 
 Our  nobler  fpirits  came. 
 
 3  We  bring  our  mortal  pow'rs  to  Cod, 
 
 And  worihip  vvith  our  tongues  : 
 We  claim  Come  kindred  with  the  ikies. 
 And  join  th'  angelic  fongs. 
 
 4  Let  grov'ling  beafts,  of  ev'ry  fhape, 
 
 And  fowls  of  ev'ry  wing, 
 And  rocks,  and  trees,  and  rires,  and  feas» 
 Their  var'ous  tribute  biing. 
 
 5  Ye  planets,  to  his  honour  fhine  ; 
 
 And  wheels  of  nature,  roll  ; 
 Praife  him  in  your  unweary'd  courfe 
 Around  the  fteady  pole. 
 
 6  The  brightnefs  of  our  Maker's  name 
 
 The  wide  creation  fill?, 
 And  his  unbounded  grandeur  flies 
 Beyond' the  heav'nly  hills. 
 
 HYMN    LXXII.     Common  Metre. 
 
 The  Lord's  Day  ;  or,  The  Refurre  Ellon  cf  Chrlji. 
 
 t   T)  LEST  morning,  whofe  young  dawning  ray& 
 -Xj   Beheld  our  rifing  God  ; 
 Which  faw  him  triumph  o'er  the  dufl> 
 And  leave  his  lalt  abode  ! 
 
 2  In  the  cold  prifon  of  a  tomb 
 
 The  dead  Redeemer  lay  ; 
 Till  the  revolving  fkies  had  brought 
 The  third,  th'  appointed  day. 
 
 3  Hell  and  the  grave  unite  their  force 
 
 To  hold  our  God,  in  vain  ; 
 The  fleeping  Conqueror  arofe, 
 And  burft  their  feeble  chain. 
 
 4  To  thy  great  name,  almighty  Lordj 
 
 Thefe  facred  hours  we  pay  ; 
 And  loud  hoiannas  fhall  p'oclairn 
 The  triumph  ol  the  day. 
 
• 
 
 B.  II.    SPIRITUAL  SONGS.      153 
 
 5   [Salvation  and  immortal  praife 
 To  our  victorious  King,- 
 Let  heav'n,  and  earth,  and  rocks,  and  feas, 
 With  glad  hofannas  ring.] 
 
 HYMN  LXXIII.      Common  Metre. 
 
 Doubts  fcattered. 
 
 i   T  TENCE  from  my  foul,  fad  thoughts  be  gone* 
 JljL  And  leave  me  to  my  joys  ; 
 My  tongue  thall  triumph  in  my  God, 
 And  make  a  joyful  noife. 
 
 2,  Darknefs  and  doubts  had  veil'd  my  mind» 
 And  drown 'd  my  head  in  tears  ; 
 Till  fov'reign  grace,  with  mining  rays, 
 Diipeii'd.  my  gloomy  fears. 
 
 3   Oh  !  what  immortal  joys  I  felt, 
 And  raptures,  all  divine — 
 When  Jefus  told  me — /  was  his* 
 And  my  Beloved  mine. 
 
 4.  In  vain  the  tempter  frights  my  foul, 
 And  breaks  my  peace  in  vain  ; 
 One  glimpfe,  dear  Saviour,  of  thy  face© 
 Revives  my  joys  again. 
 
 H  Y  M  N   LXX1V.     Short  Metre, 
 
 A  Complaint  of  Ingratitude* 
 
 1  T.S  this  the  kind  return, 
 
 JL   And  thefe  the  thanks  we  owe  ? 
 Thus  to  abufe  eternal  xove, 
 Whence  all  our  bleflings  flow  ! 
 
 2  To  what  a  ftubborn  frame 
 
 Has  fin  redue'd  our  mind  ! 
 What  ftrange,  rebellious  wretches  we, 
 And  God — as  ftrangely  kind  1 
 
 3  [On  us  he  bids  the  fun 
 
 Shed  his  reviving  rays ; 
 For  us  the  ikies  their  circles  run* 
 To  lengthen  out  our  days. 
 
1^4  HYMNS     and  B.  II. 
 
 4  The  brutes  obey  their  God, 
 
 And  bow  their  necks  Jo  men  : 
 But  we,  more  bale,  more  brutkh  things, 
 Reject  his  eafy  reign.] 
 
 5  Turn,  turn  us,  mighty  God, 
 
 And  mould  our  fouls  afrelh  ; 
 Break,  fov'reign  Grace,  thefe  hearts  of  itone* 
 And  give  us  hearts  of  flelh. 
 
 6  Let  old  ingratitude 
 
 Provoke  our  weeping  eyes  ; 
 And  hourly,  as  new  mercies  fall* 
 Let  hourly  thanks  arife. 
 
 HYMN    LX.XV.     Common  Metre. 
 7/jc  beatific  S'ight  of  Cbrijl. 
 
 i   "C'ROM  thee,  my  God,  my  joys  fhall  rife> 
 X/    And  run  eternal  rounds  ; 
 Be)  ond  the  limits  of  the  ikies, 
 And  all  created  bouuds. 
 
 2  The  holy  triumphs  of  my  foul 
 
 Shall  death  itlelr  outbrave  ; 
 Leave  dull  mortality  behind. 
 And  fly  beyond  the  grave. 
 
 3  There,  where  my  bletTed  Jefus  reigns. 
 
 In  heav'n's  unmeafur'd  fpace, 
 I'll  fpend  a  long  eternity 
 In  pleafure,  and  in  praife. 
 
 4  Millions  of  years  my  wend'ring  eye? 
 
 Shall  o'er  thy  beauties  rove  , 
 And  endlefs  ages  I'll  ado.e 
 The  glories  ot  thy  love. 
 
 5  Sweet  Jefus  !  ev'ry  fmile  of  thine 
 
 Shall  frelh  endearments  bring, 
 And  thoufand  taftes  of  new  delights 
 From  all  thy  graces  fpring. 
 
 6  Hafte,  my  Beloved,  fetch  my  foul 
 
 Up  to  thy  blelt  abode  , 
 
B.  II.     SPIRITUAL   SONGS.       i$$ 
 
 Fly,  for  my  fpirit  longs  lo  fee 
 My  Saviour,  and  my  God. 
 
 JH 
 
 HYMN    LXXVI.     Common  Metre. 
 
 RefurreElion  and  Afcenfan  of  Chrifl  . 
 
 OSANNA  to  the  Prince  of  light, 
 Who  cloth'd  himielf  in  clay  ; 
 Bnter'd  the  iron  gates  of  death> 
 And  tore  the  bars  away. 
 
 2  Death  is  no  more  the  king  of  dread, 
 
 Since  our  Emmanuel  rofe  ; 
 
 He  took  the  tyrant's  fling  away* 
 
 And  fpoii'd  our  hellith  foes. 
 
 3  See,  how  the  ccnq'ror  mounts  aloft, 
 
 And  to  his  father  flies  ! 
 With  fears  of  honour  in  his  flefh, 
 And  triumph  in  his  eyes. 
 
 4  There  our  exalted  Saviour  reigns, 
 
 And  fcatters  blefTings  down  ; 
 Our  Jelus  fills  the  middle  feat- 
 Or  the  cceleftial  throne. 
 
 5  [Raife  your  devotion,  mortal  tonguesj 
 
 To  reach  this  blefs'd  abode  ; 
 Sweet  be  the  accents  of  your  fongs 
 To  our  incarnate  God. 
 
 •6  Bright  angels,  ftrike  your  loudeft  ftringSj 
 Your  fweeteft  voices  raife  ; 
 Let  heav'n,  and  all  created  things, 
 Sound  our  Emmanuel's  praife.] 
 
 HYMN    LXXVI  I.     Long  Metre, 
 
 The  Chrlji'ian   Warfare. 
 
 s    CTAND  up,  my  foul,  make  off  thy  fear*, 
 O   And  gird  the  gofpel  armour  on  ; 
 March  to  the  gates  of  endiefs  joy, 
 Where  thy  great  Captain-Saviour's  gone, 
 
 2  Hell,  and  thy  fins  refill;  thy  courfe  ; 
 But  hell  and  fin  are  vanquish 'd  foes.; 
 
6  HYMNS     a::d         B.II. 
 
 Thy  Jefus  nail'd  them  to  the  crofs, 
 And  lung  the  triumph  when  he  roie. 
 
 3  [What  though  the  prince  of  darknefs  rage, 
 And  wafte  the  fury  of  his  fpite  ? 
 Eternal  chains  confine  him  down 
 
 To  fi'ry  deeps  and  endlefs  night. 
 
 4  What  though  thine  inward  lufts  rebel  ? 
 'Tis  but  a  ftruggling  gafp  for  life  i 
 The  weapons  of  victor 'ous  grace 
 Shall  flay  thy  fins,  and  ei>d  the  ftrife] 
 
 5  Then  let  my  foul  march  boldly  on, 
 Prefs  forward  to  the  heav'nly  gate; 
 There  peace  and  joy  eternal  reign, 
 And  giitt'ring  robes  for  conq'rors  wait. 
 
 -6  There  fhall  I  wear  a  ftarry  crown. 
 And  triumph  in  almighty  grace, 
 While  all  the  armies  or.  the  flues 
 Join  in  my  glor'ous  Leader's  praife. 
 
 HYMN    LXXVITI.    Common  Metre. 
 Redemption  by  Chriji. 
 
 I  T  T7IIEN  the  firft  parents  of  our  race 
 VV     Rebeli'd,  and  loft  their  God, 
 And  the  Infection  of  their  fin 
 Had  tainted  all  our  blood  : 
 
 a  Infinite  pity  touch'd  the  heart 
 Of  the  eternal  Son  ; 
 Defcending  from  the  heav'nly  court, 
 He  left  his  Father's  throne. 
 
 3  Afide  the  Prince  of  glory  threw 
 
 His  moft  divine  array  ; 
 And  wrapp'd  his  Godhead  in  a  veil 
 Of  our  infer'or  clay. 
 
 4  His  living  pow'r,  and  dying  love, 
 
 Redeem'd  unhappy  men  ; 
 And  rais'd  the  ruins  of  our  race 
 To  life  and  God  again. 
 
B.  21.      SPIRITUAL  SONGS,      ttf 
 
 5  To  thee,  dear  Lord,  our  itefh  arid  fou! 
 
 We  joyfully  reiign  ; 
 Bleit  J  el  us,  take  us  for  thy  own. 
 For  we  are  doubly  thine. 
 
 6  Thine  honour  (hall  forever  be 
 
 The  bus'nefs  of  our  days, 
 Forever  ihali  our  thankful  tongues 
 Speak  thy  deferved  praife. 
 
 H  Y  M  N    LXXIX.     Common  Merrc 
 
 Praife  to  the  Redeemer \ 
 >LUNG'D  in  a  gulph  of  dark  defpair? 
 We,  wretched  tinners,  lay  ; 
 Without  one  cheerful  beam  of  hope, 
 Or  fpark  of  glimm'ring  day. 
 
 3  With  pit'ing  eyes,  the  Prince  of  grace 
 Beheld  our  helpiels  grief ; 
 He  faw — and  (O  !  amazing  love  '■) 
 He  ran  to  our  relief. 
 
 3  Down  from  the  fhinirg  feats  above 
 
 With  joyful  hade  he  fled, 
 Enter'd  the  grave,  in  mortal  fiefh. 
 And  dwelt  among  the  dead. 
 
 4  He  fpoil'd  the  pow'rs  of  darknefs  thus, 
 
 And  brake  our  iron  chains  ; 
 Jefus  has  freed  our  captive  fouls 
 From  everiafting  pains. 
 
 5  [In  vain  the  baffled  prince  of  hell 
 
 His  curfed  projects  tries  ; 
 We,  who  were  doom'd  his  endlefs  £aves» 
 Are  rais'd  above  the  fkies.] 
 
 6  Oh  !  for  this  love,  let  rocks  and  hills 
 
 Their  lafling  filence  break, 
 And  all  harmon'ous  human  tongues 
 The  Saviour's  praifes  fpeak. 
 
 7  [Yes,  we  will  praife  thee,  deareft  Lord  ? 
 
 Our  fouls  are  all  on  flame  ; 
 O 
 
158  HYMNS     and         B.  II. 
 
 Hofa-nna,  round  the  fpacious  earth, 
 To  thine  adored  name  !J 
 
 8  Angels,  affift  our  mighty  joys  ; 
 Strike  all  your  harps  of  gold  : 
 JBut  when  you  raife  your  higheft  notes, 
 His  love  can  ne'er  be  told. 
 
 HYMN    LXXX.      Short  Metre. 
 God's  aiiful  Puiver  and  Goodnefs. 
 i  /~"\H!  the  almighty  Lord  ! 
 
 v^/     How  matchlefs  is  his  pow'r  ! 
 "Tremble,  O  earth,  beneath  his  word* 
 While  all  the  heav'ns  adore. 
 
 2  Let  proud  imper'ous  kings 
 
 Bow  low  before  his  throne  ! 
 Crouch  to  his  feet,  ye  haughty  things. 
 Or  he  will  tread  you  down. 
 
 3  Above  the  fkies  he  reigns, 
 
 And,  with  amazing  blows, 
 He  deals  infufferable  pains 
 On  nis  rebellious  foes. 
 
 4  Yet,  evedafting  God, 
 
 We  love  to  fpeak  thy  praife  ; 
 Thy  fceptre'b  equal  to  thy  rod, 
 The  fceptre  ot  thy  grace. 
 
 5  The  arms  of  mighty  love 
 
 Defend  our  Zion  well; 
 Ana  heav'nly  mercy  walls  us  round 
 From  Babylon  and  heil. 
 
 6  S&lvation  to  the  King 
 
 Who  fits  enihronM  above  : 
 Thus  we  adore  the  God  ot  might* 
 And  blefs  the  God  of  love. 
 
 A 
 
 HYMN    LXXXI.     Common  Metre, 
 Our  Shi  the  Cavfe  of  Chr'/ft's  Death. 
 ND  now  the  fcales  have  left  mine  eyes; 
 Now  1  begin  to  fee  : 
 
B.  II.      SPIRITUAL  SONGS.      159 
 
 Oh,  the  curs'd  deeds  my  fins  have  done  ! 
 What  murd'rous  things  they  be  ! 
 
 is  Were  thefe  the  traitors,  deareit  Lord, 
 Which  thy  fair  body  tore  ? 
 Monfters,  that  ftain'd  thofe  heav'nly  limbs 
 With  fioods  ot  purple  gore  ? 
 
 3  Was  it  for  crimes  which  I  had  done» 
 
 My  dearefl  Lord  was  {lain  ; 
 When  juftice  leiz'd  God's  only  Son* 
 And  put  his  foul  to  pain  ? 
 
 4  Forgive  my  guilt,  O  Prince  of  peace  i 
 
 I'll  wound  my  God  no  more:. 
 Hence,  from  rny  heait,  ye  fins,  be  gone* 
 For  Jefus  I  adore. 
 
 5  Furniih  me,  Lord,  with  heav'nly  arms 
 
 From  grace's  magazine  ; 
 And  I'll  proclaim  eternal  war 
 With  ev'ry  darling  fin. 
 
 HYMN    LXXX1I.     Common  Metre. 
 Redemption  and  Proletiion  from  Spiritual  Enemies  t 
 RISE,  my  foul,  my  joyful  pow'rs, 
 
 'A 
 
 And  triumph  in  my  God  ; 
 Awake,  my  voice,  and  loud  proclaim 
 His  glor'ous  grace  abroad. 
 
 2.  Hs  rais'd  me  frem  the  deeps  of  fin, 
 The  gates  of  gaping  hell; 
 And  fix'd  my  ftanding  more  fecurev 
 Than  'twas  before  I  fell. 
 
 3  The  arms  of  everlafting  love 
 
 Beneath  my  foul  he  plac'd, 
 And,  on  the  Rock  of  Ages,  fet 
 My  flipp'ry  footfteps  faft. 
 
 4  The  city  of  my  blef^'d  abode 
 
 Is  wall'd  around  with  grace ; 
 
3  00  H     Y    W    X    S       AND  B.  I: 
 
 Salvation  for  a  bulwark  ftands 
 To  ihield  the  facred  place. 
 
 ^  Satan  may  vent  his  fharpeft  fpite> 
 And  all  his  legions  roar; 
 Almighty  mercy  guards  my  life. 
 Aad  bounds  his  raging  pow'r. 
 
 6  Arife,  my  foul,  awake,  my  voicej 
 And  tunes  of  plcafure  fing  ; 
 Loud  hallelujahs  fhall  addrefs 
 My  Saviour,  and  my  King. 
 
 II  Y  M  N    LXXXIII.     Common  Metre, 
 The  Pajfion  and  Exaltation   of  CBrtjti 
 i  HHHUS  faith  the  Ruler  of  the  ikies— 
 JL       ««  Awake,  my  dreadful  fword  ; 
 «♦  Awake,  my  wrath,  and  fmite  the  mant 
 "  My  fellow"  (faith  the  Lord.) 
 
 3  Vengeance  receiv'd  the  dread  command?. 
 
 And,  armed,  down  (lie  flies ; 
 Jefus  fu 'omits  t'  his  Father's  hand, 
 And  bows  his.  head,  and  dies. 
 
 i   But,  oh  I  the  wifdom,  and  the  grace, 
 Which  join  with  vengeance  now  ! 
 He  dies  to  fave  our  guilty  race, 
 And  yet  he  riles  too. 
 
 4  A  perfon  fo  c':.\ine  was  he, 
 
 Who  yielded  ro  be  flain, 
 That  he  could  give  foul  away»v 
 And  take  his  Jife  again. 
 
 $   Live,  glor'ous  Lord,  and  reign  on  high-; 
 Let  ev'ry  nation  fine, 
 And  angels  found,  with  endlefs  joy, 
 The  Saviour,  and  the  King. 
 
 HYMN    LXXXIV.      Short  Metre* 
 The  fane. 
 i   /^OME.  ail  harmon'ous  tongues, 
 Vy     Your  noblelt  mu  lie  bring,  i 
 
B.  II.      SPIRITUAL 'SONGS.      j6i 
 
 'Tis  Chrift,  the  Everlafting  God, 
 And  Chrift,  the  man,  we  ling. 
 
 z  Tell  how  he  took  our  fiefli. 
 To  take  away  our  guilt ; 
 Sing  the  dear  drops  of  faered  blood. 
 Which  helliih  monfters  fpilt. 
 
 3  [Alas !  the  cruel  fpear 
 
 Went  deep  into  his  fide  ; 
 And  the  rich  flood  of  purple  gore, 
 Their  murd'rous  weapons  dy'd.} 
 
 4  [The  waves  of  fwelling  grief 
 
 Did  o'er  his  bofom  roll ; 
 And  mountains  of  almighty  wrath 
 Lay  heavy  on  his  fcul.] 
 
 5  Down  to  the  fhades  of  death 
 
 He  bow'd  his  awful  head  ; 
 
 Yet  he  arofe  to  live  and  reign 
 
 When  death  itfelf  is  dead. 
 
 5  No  more  the  bloody  fpear ; 
 
 The  crofs  and  nails,  no  more ; 
 For  hell,  itfelf,  fhakes  at  his  name? 
 And  all  the  heav'ns  adore. 
 
 7  There  the  Redeemer  fits 
 
 High  on  his  Father's  throne ; 
 The  Father  lays  his  vengeance  by, 
 And  fmiles  upon  his  Son. 
 
 S  There  his  full  glories  fhiae 
 With  uncreated  rays  ; 
 And  blefs  his  faints'  and  angels'  eyes 
 To  everlafting  days. 
 
 HYMN    LXXXV.     Common  Metre. 
 
 Sufficiency  of  Pardon. 
 
 m  \\THY  does  your  face,  ye  humbla  fouls? 
 V  V    TJiofe  mournful  colours  wear  I 
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iCz  H  Y  M  N  S     and         B.  IT. 
 
 What  doubt's  are  thefe  which  wafte  your  faith, 
 And  nouriih  your  defpair  ? 
 
 z  What  though  your  rum'rous  fins  exceed 
 The  Itars  which  fill  the  flues, 
 Ar.ci,  aiming  at  th'  eternal  throne* 
 Like  pointed-mountains  rife? 
 
 j   What  though  your  mighty  guilt  beyond 
 The  wide  creation  fwell, 
 And  has  its  curs'd  foundations  laid 
 Low  as  the  dep-ths  of  heH  ? 
 
 4  See  here  an  endlefs  ocean  flows 
 Of  never-faiiing  grace  ! 
 Behold  a  i>iRg  Saviour's  veins. 
 The  facred  flood  increale  ! 
 
 -  It  rifes  high,  and  drowns  the  hills. 
 Has  neither  ihore  nor  bound  : 
 Now,  if  we  fearch  to  find  our  fins, 
 Our  fins  can  ne'er  be  found. 
 
 6  Awake,  our  hearts,  adore  the  grace 
 That  buries  all  our  faults, 
 And  pard'ning  blood,  which  fwells  above 
 Our  follies,  and  our  thoughts. 
 
 HYMN    LXXXVI.     Common  Metre. 
 
 FreeJom  from  Sin   and  Mifery  in   Heave;;* 
 
 i   /~\UR  fins,  alas  !  how  ftrong  they  be! 
 V-/     And,  like  a  vi'lent  fea, 
 They  break  our  duty,  Lord,  to  thee> 
 And  hurry  us  away. 
 
 a  The  waves  of  trouble,  how  they  rife  ! 
 How  loud  the  tempefts  roar  I 
 But  death  fhall- land  our  weary  fouls 
 Safe  on  the  he2v'nly  fhore. 
 
 3  There,  to  fulfil  his  fweet  commands, 
 O  ir  fpeedy  feet  lhall  move  ; 
 No  tin  lhall  clog  our  winged  zeal* 
 Or  cool  our  burning  love. 
 
B.  II.     SPIRITUAL  SONGS.     i6§ 
 
 4  There  fhall  we  fit,  and  fmg,  and  tell 
 
 The  wonders  of  his  grace  ; 
 Till  heav'nly  raptures  fire  our  hearts. 
 And  fmile  in  ev'ry  face. 
 
 5  Forever,  his  dear  facred  name 
 
 Shall  dwell  upon  our  tongue  ; 
 And  Jefus  and  falvation  be 
 The  clofe  of  ev'ry  long. 
 
 HYMN    LXXXVII.     Common  .Metre* 
 Divine   Glories  above  our  Reafsti. 
 i    T*  TOW  wond'rous  great,  how  glor'ous  bright* 
 jTjL     Muft  our  Creator  be  ! 
 Who  dwells  amidft  the  dazz 'ling  light 
 Of  vaft  infinity  ! 
 
 a  Our  fearing  fpirits  upward  rife 
 Tow'rd  the  celeftial  throne  : 
 Fain  would  we  fee  the  blefled  Thris»- 
 And  the  almighty  One. 
 
 3  Our  reafon  ftretches  all  its  wings, 
 
 And  climbs  above  the  ikies; 
 But  ftill  how  far  beneath  thy  feet 
 Oar  grov'ling  reafon.  lies  ! 
 
 4  [Lord,  here  we  bend  our  humble  fou!s> 
 
 And  awfully  adore  : 
 For  the  weak  pinions  of  our  minds 
 Can  ftretch  a  thought  no  more.] 
 
 5  Thy  gjories  infinitely  rife 
 
 Above  our  lab'ring  tongue  ; 
 In  vain  the  higheft  leraph  tries 
 To  form  an  equal  foftg. 
 
 6  fin  humble  notes  our  fahh  adores 
 
 The  great  myfter'ous  King, 
 While  angels  drain  their  nobler  pow'rs? 
 And  fweep  th'  immortal  firing.] 
 
 H  Y  M-N    LXXXVII  I.     Common  Mefcfe 
 Salvation. 
 
 i    O  ALVATION  !  Oh,  the  joyful  found  1 
 O     'Tis  pleafure  to  cur  ears  j 
 
j64  HYMNS     aiid         e.  II. 
 
 A  fov'reign  balm  for  ev'ry  wound* 
 A  cordial  for  our  fears. 
 
 a  Bury'd  in  forrow,  and  in  fin, 
 At  hell's  dark  door  we  la/; 
 But  we  arife,  by  grace  divine. 
 To  fee  a  heav'nly  day. 
 
 3  Salvation  !  let  the  echo  fly 
 The  fpacious  earth  around. 
 While  all  the  armies  of  the  (ky 
 Confpire  to  raife  the  found. 
 
 HYMN    LXXXIX.     Common  Metre, 
 Cbriji's  VIBory  over  Satan. 
 s    T  T  OS  ANN  A  to  our  conq'ring  King  ! 
 11     The  prince  of  darknefs  Hies  ; 
 His  troops  ruih  headlong  down  to  hell, 
 Like  lightning  from  the  (kies. 
 
 S  There,  bound  in  ehains,  the  lions  roar> 
 And  fright  the  refcu'd  fheep  ; 
 But  heavy  bars  confine  their  pow'r 
 And  malice  to  the  deep. 
 
 3   Hofanna  to  our  conq'ring  King  ! 
 All  hail,  incarnate  love  ! 
 Ten  thoufand  fongs  and  glories  wait 
 To  crown  thy  head  above- 
 
 A  Thv  vi&'ries,  ami  thy  deathlefs  fame* 
 Through  the  wide  world  mall  run  ; 
 And  everlafting  ages  fing 
 
 The  triumphs  thou  haft  won. 
 
 HYMN    XC       Common  Metre; 
 
 Fakh  in  Chriji  for   Pardon  and  SanElijicallori, 
 
 I    TT^VV  fad  our  ftate,  by  nature,  is  ! 
 xx     Our  fin.  h>w  deep  it  (tains  ! 
 And  fatan  binds  our  captive  minds' 
 Faft  in  his  flavhh  chains. 
 
 j  But  there's  a  voice  of  fov'reign  grace 
 Sounds  from  the  faciei  wcr-1  i 
 
B.  II.     SPIRITUAL  SONGS.      i6$ 
 
 Ho  !  ye  dtfpairi?7gjS>iners,  come* 
 And  truji  upon  the  Lord. 
 
 3  My  foul  obeys  th'  Almighty  calJ, 
 
 And  runs  to  this  relief; 
 I  would  believe  thy  promife,  Lard  j 
 Oh!  help  mine  unbelief. 
 
 4  To  the  dear  fountain  of  thy  blood* 
 
 Incarnate  God)  I  fly  ; 
 Here  let  me  wain  my  fpotted  foul 
 From  crimes  of  deepeft  die. 
 
 5  Stretch  out  thine  arm,  vidtor'ous  King  j 
 
 My  reigning  fins  fubdue  : 
 Drive  the  old  dragon  from  his  feat, 
 With  all  his  helliih  crew. 
 
 8  A  guilty,  weak  and  helplefs  worm, 
 On  thy  kind  arms  I  fall  ; 
 Be  thou  my  ftrength,  and  righteoufnefs* 
 My  Jefus,  and  my  All ! 
 
 H  Y  M  N  X.CL     Common  Metre, 
 
 The  Glory  of  Chrijj:  in  Heave* * 
 
 |H,  the  delights,  the  heav'nly  joys> 
 The  glories  of  the  place. 
 Where  Jefus  frieds  the  brighted  beams 
 Of  his  o'erflowing  grace. 
 
 a  Sweet  majefty  and  awful  love 
 Sit  fmiling  on  his  brow  ; 
 And  all  the  glor'ous  ranks  abovr 
 At  humble  diftance  bow^ 
 
 3  [Princes  to  his  imper'al  name 
 
 Bend  their  bright  fceptres  down  j 
 Dominions,  thrones  and  pow'rs  rejoica 
 To  fee  him  wear  the  crown,  j 
 
 4  Archangels  found  his  lofty  praife 
 
 Through  ev'ry  heav'nly  ftreet ; 
 And  lay  their  higheft  honours  dow» 
 .  Subrniffive  at  his  feeti. 
 
i€d  HYMNS     and  JUL 
 
 5  Thofe  foft,  thofe  blefled  feet  of  his, 
 
 Which  once  rude  iron  tore, 
 High  on  a  throne  of  light  they  ftand* 
 And  all  the  faints  adore. 
 
 6  His  head,  that  dear  maj:ftic  head, 
 
 Which  cruel  thorns  did  wound, 
 See  what  immortal  glories  ihine, 
 And  circle  it  around  ! 
 
 7  This  is  the  Man,  th'  exalted  Man, 
 
 Whom  we,  unfeen,  adore  ! 
 But,  vrhen  our  eyes  behold  his  face, 
 Our  hearts  /hall  love  him  more. 
 
 8  Lord  !  how  our  fouls  are  all  on  fire 
 
 To  fee  thy  bleft  abode  ; 
 Our  tongues  rejoice  in  tunes  of  praife 
 To  our  incarnate  God  ! 
 
 9  And  while  our  faith  enjoys  the  light* 
 
 We  long  to  leave  our  clay  ; 
 And  wi(h  thy  fi'ry  char'ots,  Lord» 
 To  fetch  our  fouls  away. 
 
 HYMN    XCII.     Common  Metre. 
 
 The  Church  faved,  and  her   Enemies  difappointed  g 
 
 or,   Deliverance  from  Trea/cf. 
 
 :    OHOUT  to  the  Lord,  and  let  your  joys 
 O    Through  all  the  nations  run  : 
 Ye  Weftern  fkies  refouud  the  noife 
 Beyond  the  riling  lun. 
 
 z  Thee,  mighty  God,  our  fouls  admire  ; 
 Thee  our  j;!ad  voices  fing  ; 
 And  join  with  the  celeftial  choir. 
 To  praife  th'  eternal  King. 
 
 j  Thy  pow'r  the  whole  creation  rulest 
 And,  on  the  ftarry  fkies, 
 Sits  fmiling  at  the  weak  defigns 
 Thine  env'ous  foes  deviie. 
 
 4  Thy  fcorn  derides  their  feeble  rage« 
 And|  with  an  awful  frownj 
 
B  II.     SPIRITUAL   SONGS.      267 
 
 Flinsjs  vaft  confufion  on  their  plots, 
 And  makes  their  Babel  down. 
 
 «•  [Their  fecret  fires  in  caverns  lay, 
 And  we  the  iaciifice; 
 But  gloomy  caverns  drove  in  vain 
 To  'fcape  all-fea-rclvng  eyes. 
 
 6  Their  dark  defigns  were  all  reveal'c  ; 
 
 Their  treafons  all  betray 5d  : 
 Praile  to  the  Lord,  who  broke  the  fnare 
 Their  curled  hands  had  laid.] 
 
 7  In  vain  the  bufy  ions  of  hell 
 
 Still  new  rebellions  try  ; 
 Their  fouls  fhall  pins  with  env'ous  ragej 
 And  vex  away,  and  die. 
 
 §  Almighty  grace  defends  our  land 
 From  their  malicious  pow'r  ; 
 Let  Zion,  with  united  fongs, 
 Almighty  grace  adore. 
 
 HYMN   XCIII.     Short  Metre. 
 
 God  All,  and  in  All.     Pfalm  lxxiii.  25, 
 Y  GOD,  my  life,  my  love, 
 
 M 
 
 To  thee,  to  thee  I  call  ; 
 3  cannot  live,  if  thou  remove  ; 
 For  thou  art  All  in  All. 
 
 2  [Thy  mining  grace  can  cheer 
 
 This  dungeon,  where  I  dwell : 
 'Tis  paiaaife,  when  thou  art  here? 
 If  thou  depart,  'tis  hell.] 
 
 3  [The  fmilings  of  thy  face, 
 
 How  am'able  they  are  ! 
 'Tis  heav'n  to  reft  in  thine  embrace, 
 And  no  where  elfe  but  there.] 
 
 4  [To  thee,  and  thee  alone, 
 
 The  angels  owe  their  blifs  ; 
 They  lit  around  thy  gracious  throne* 
 And  dwell  where  Jelus  is] 
 
i(5S  HYMNS     and         B.  If* 
 
 .5  [Not  all  the  harps  above 
 
 Can  make  a  heav'iriy  place. 
 If  Cod  his  refidence  remove, 
 Or  but  conceal  his  tace.J 
 
 %  Nor  earth,  nor  all  the  {ky, 
 Can  one  delight  afford  ; 
 No.  not  a  drop  r>f  real  joy, 
 Without  thy  prelence,  Lord- 
 
 «7  Thou  art  the  Sea  of  Love, 
 
 Where  all  my  p!  rafures  roll  ; 
 The  Circle  where  my  pa'Hons  move? 
 And  Centre  of  my  foul. 
 
 S  [To  thee  my  fpirits  fly, 
 
 With  reftlefs  warm  defire  ; 
 And  yet  how  far  from  thee  I  lie  I 
 Dear  Jefus,  raife  me  higher.] 
 
 HYMN    XCIV.      Common  Metre. 
 God  my  onh  Happinefs.     Pfalm  Ixxii.  25. 
 
 1  A /I  Y  GOD,  my  portion,  and  my  love> 
 1V±  My.everlafting  All! 
 I've  none  but  thee  in  h<=av'n  above, 
 Or  on  this  earthly  ball. 
 
 a  What  empty  things  are  all  the  flues, 
 And  this  iufer'vJr  c»od  ! 
 There's  nothing  here  deferves  my  joys  ; 
 There's  nothing  like  my  God. 
 
 3  In  vain  the  bright,  th<*  barning  fun, 
 
 Scaters  his  feeble  light  ; 
 'Tis  thy  fweet  beams  create  my  noon  ; 
 If  thou  withdraw,  'tis  night. 
 
 4  And  whilft  upon  my  reftlefs  bed 
 
 Amor. T  the  fiiad.s  I  roll 
 If  my  Redeemer  ilu;ws  hi*  head, 
 'Tis  morjikig  with  my  foul. 
 
 5  To  thee  I  owe  my  wealth,  and  friends 
 And  health,  and  fife  abode  j 
 
B.  II.    SPIRITUAL    SONGS.      169 
 
 Thanks  to  thy  name  for  meaner  thingSj 
 But  they  are  not  my  God. 
 
 .6  How  vain  a  toy  is  glitt'ring  wealth. 
 If  once.compar'd  to  Thee  ! 
 Or  what's  my  fafety,  or  my  healths. 
 Or  all  my  friends,  to  rae  ? 
 
 7  Were  I  pofieffor  of  the  earth, 
 
 And  cali'd  the  ftars  my  own  ; 
 Without  thy  graces,  and  thy  felf, 
 I  were  a  wretch  undone. 
 
 8  Let  others  ilretch  their  arms,  like  feasj 
 
 And  grafp  in  all  the  more  ; 
 Grant  rne  the  vifits  of  thy  face, 
 
 And  I  delire  no  more. 
 
 « 
 
 HYMN   XCV.     Common  Metre. 
 
 Look  on  him  tvhom  they  pierced,  and  tr.ourK* 
 
 s   TNF1NITE  grief .'  amazing  wo  ! 
 A  Behold  my  bleeding  Lord  ! 
 Hell  and  the  jews  confpire  his  death, 
 And  ufe  the  Roman  fword. 
 
 a  Oh  \  the  fharp  pangs  of  fmarting  pain 
 My  dear  Redeemer  bore. 
 When  knotty  whips,  and  ragged  thorns, 
 His  facred  body  tore  I 
 
 .3  But  knotty  whips,  and  ragged  thorns, 
 In  vain  do  I  accufe ; 
 In  vain  I  blame  the  Roman  bands, 
 And  the  more  fpiteful  jews  : 
 
 4  'Twere  you,  my  fins,  my  cruel  fins, 
 
 His  chief  tormentors  were ; 
 Each  of  my  crimes  became  a  nail ;         j: 
 And  unbelief— the  fpear. 
 
 5  'Twere  you  that  pull'd  the  vengeance  down 
 
 Upon  his  guiltlefs  head  : 
 P 
 
i-o  H  Y  M  N  S     and  B.  II 
 
 Break?  breaki  my  heart — ohf  burft,  mine  eyes, 
 And  let  my  forrows  bleed  ! 
 
 6  Strike,  mighty  grace,  my  flinty  foul, 
 Till  melting  waters  flow; 
 And  dpep  repentance  drown  mine  eyes 
 in  undiflemblcd  wo  ! 
 
 HYMN    XCVL     Common  Metre. 
 Angels  puntjhed,  and  Afan  faied. 
 
 1  T"\0\VN  headlong  from  their  native  fkies 
 JLJ  The  rebel-angels  fell  ; 
 
 And  thunder-bolts  of  (laming  wrath 
 Purlu'd  them  deep  to  hell. 
 
 2  Down  from  the  top  of  earthly  biifs 
 
 Rebellious  man  was  hurl'd  ; 
 And  Jefus  ftoop'd  beneath  the  grave, 
 To  reach  a  finktng  world. 
 
 3  Oh,  love  of  infinite  degree  ! 
 
 Unmeafurable  grace  ! 
 Muft  heav'n's  eternal  Darling  die, 
 To  fave  a  trait'rous  race  ? 
 
 4  Muft  angels  fink  forever  do'vn, 
 
 And  burn  in  quenchlefs  fire, 
 While  God  foifakes  his  ihining  throne, 
 To  raife  us  wretches  high'r  ? 
 
 c,  Oh,  for  this  love,  let  ear^h  and  fkies 
 With  hallelujahs  ring, 
 And  the  full  choir  of  human  tongues 
 All  hallelujahs  ling  ! 
 
 H  Y  M  N    XCVII.      Long  Metre. 
 
 '1  b e  fame. 
 
 1   "C'rlOM  beav'n  the  finning  angels  fell, 
 
 J?    And  wrath  and  darknefs  chain'd  'em  dowi 
 J3ut  man,  vile  man,  forfook  his  biifs, 
 And  rnerey  lifts  him  to  a  crown  ! 
 
 2-  Amazing  work  of  fov 'reign  grace, 
 Which  could   'ifliuguifh  rebels  fo  ! 
 
B.  II.      SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 Our  guilty  treafons  call'd  aloud 
 For  everlafting  fetters  too. 
 
 3  To  thee*  to  thee,  almighty  Love, 
 Our  fouls,  ourfelves,  our  all,  we  pay  : 
 Millions  of"  tongues  (hail  found  thy  praif-; 
 On  the  bright  hills  of  heav'rily  day. 
 
 H  Y  M  N    XCVIII.     Common  Metre. 
 
 ■Hardnefs  of  Heart  complained  of. 
 
 I  IV  TV  heart,  how  dreadful  hard  it  is  J 
 IVA   How  heavy  here  it  lie* ; 
 Heavy  and  cold  within  my  bieall> 
 Juft  like  a  rock  of  ice  ! 
 
 p  Sin,  like  a  raging  tyrant,  fits 
 Upon  this  flinty  throne  ; 
 And  ev'ry  grace  lies  bury'd  deepi 
 Beneath  this  heart  ofitone. 
 
 ■j  How  feldom  do  I  rife  to  God, 
 Or  tafte  the  joys  above  ! 
 This  mountain  preffes  down  my.fahh, 
 And  chills  my  flaming  love. 
 
 4  When  fmiling  mercy  courts  my  foul 
 
 With  all  us  hveav'nly  charms, 
 This  ftubborn,  this  relent  lefs  thing, 
 Would  thruft  it  from  my  arms. 
 
 5  Agairift  the  thunders  of  thy  word 
 
 Rebellious  1  have  flood  ; 
 My  heart,  it  Ihakes  not  at  the  wrath 
 And  terrors  of  a  God. 
 
 6  Di^ar  Saviour,  fteep  this  rock  of  mine 
 
 In  thine  own  crimicn  fea  ! 
 None  but  a  bath  of  blood  divine 
 Can  melt  the  flint  away. 
 
 HYMN   XCIX.     Common  Metre. 
 
 Tbe  Bool  cf  God's  Decries. 
 
 t    T    E  T  the  whole  race  of  creatures  lie 
 X-j  Abas'd  before  their  God  j 
 
inz  HYMNS       AND  B.  II. 
 
 Whate'er  his  fov'reign  voice  has  form'd    • 
 He  governs  with  a  nod. 
 
 2  [Ten  thoufand  ages  ere  the  fkies 
 
 Were  into  motion  brought, 
 All  the  long  years  and  worlds  to  come 
 Stocd  prcfent  to  his  thought. 
 
 3  There's  not  a  fparrow,  or  a  worm, 
 
 But's  found  in  his  decrees ; 
 lie  raife6  monarchs  to  their  thrones, 
 And  finks  them  as  lie  pleafe.] 
 
 4  If  light  attend  the  courfe  I  run, 
 
 'Tis  he  provides  thofe  rays  ; 
 And  'tis  ids  hand  which  hides  my  funi. 
 If  darknefs  cloud  my  days. 
 
 5  Yet  I  would  not  be  much-  concern'd, 
 
 Nor  vainly  long  to  fee 
 In  vclumei  of  his  deep  decrees 
 What  months  are  writ  for  me. 
 
 n  When  he  reveals  the  book  of  life, 
 Oh,  may  I  read  my  name 
 Among  the  chofen  of  his  love, 
 The  foli'wers  of  the  Lamb  ! 
 
 HYMN    C.     Long  Metre.' 
 Toe  Prefence  of  Cbrijk  is  the  Life  of  my  Soul, 
 
 3    TJOW  full  of  nnguiih  is  the  thought, 
 JTl   How  it  diffracts  and  tears  my  hearti 
 If  God,  al  lait,  my  fov'reign  Judge, 
 Should  frown,  and  bid  my  foul  depart! 
 
 i  Lord,  when  I  quit  this  earthly  ftage, 
 Where  fhalt  I  fly  but  to  thy  breaft  ? 
 For  I  have  fought  no  oilier  home — 
 For  I  have  learn 'd  no  other  reft. 
 
 3   I  cannot  live  contented  here, 
 
 Without  fome  glimpfes  of  thy  face; 
 And  heav'n,  without  thy  prefence  there* 
 Would  be  a  dark  and  tirciome  place. 
 
B.  II.     SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 4  When  earthly  cares  engrofs  the  dayv 
 And  hold  my  thoughts  a  fide  from  Thee  j 
 The  lhining  hours  of  cheerful  light 
 
 Are  long  and  ted'ous  years  to  me. 
 
 5  And  if  no  ev'ning  vifit's  paid 
 Between  my  Saviour  and  my  foul, 
 
 How  dull  the  night  !  how  fad  the  fhade  ! 
 How  mournfully  the  minutes  roll  ! 
 
 6  This  flefh  of  mine  might  learn  as  foon 
 To  live — yet  part  with  all  my  blood  ; 
 To  breathe»  when  vital  air  is  gone,^ 
 Or  thrive  and  grow,  without  my  food. 
 
 9  [Chrift  is  my  light,  my  life,  my  care, 
 My  bleiled  hope,  my  heav'nly  prize; 
 Dearer  than  ail  my  paffions  are, 
 My  limbs,  my  bowels,  or  my  eyes. 
 
 8  The  ftrings  which  twine  about  my  heart, 
 Tortures  and  racks  may  tear  them  off; 
 But  they  can  never,  never  part  • 
 
 With  their  dear  hold  of  Chrift  my  love. 
 
 9  My  Cod  !  and  can  a  humble  child, 
 Who  loves  thee  with  a  flame  fo  high, 
 Be  ever  from  thy  face  exil'd, 
 Without  the  piry  of  thine  eye  ? 
 
 io  Impomble  !   For  thine  own.  hands 
 Have  ty'd  my  heart  fo  faft  to  Thee; 
 And  in  thy  book  the  promife  Hands, 
 That  where,  thou  art,  thy  friends  muft  be.] 
 
 H  Y  M  N    CI.      Common  Metre. 
 The   World 's  three  chief  Temptatiom ' 
 
 1  T  3C7HEN,  in  the  light  of  faith  divine-- 
 
 VV     We  look  on  things  below, 
 
 Honor,  and  gold,  and  fens'al  joy, 
 
 How  vain  and  dang'rous  too  '. 
 
 2  [Honor's  a  puff  of  noify  breath  ; 
 
 Yet  men  expofe  their  blood, 
 P  a 
 
H   Y  M  N  S     and  B.  II. 
 
 An<l  ventv>e  everlafting  death» 
 To  gain  that  airy  good. 
 
 3  Whilft  others  ftarve  the  nobler  mind; 
 
 And  feed  on  mining  dud  ; 
 They  rob  the  ferpent  of  his  food» 
 TV  indulge  a  fordid  lull  ]- 
 
 4  The  pleafures  which  allure  our  fenfe> 
 
 Are  dangerous  fnares  to  fouls  ; 
 There's  but  a -drop  of  fiatt'ring  fweet»-. 
 And  daih'd  with  bitter  bowls. 
 
 5  God  is  mine  all-fufiicient  goobj* 
 
 My  portion  and  my  choice  ; 
 
 In  him  my  vaft  deiires  are  rili'd, 
 
 And  all  my  pow'rs  rejoice. 
 
 6  In  vain  the  world  accofts  my  ear» 
 
 And  tempts  my  heart  anew  ; 
 I  cannot  buy  your  blifs  fo  dear, 
 Nor  part  with  heav'n  for  you. 
 
 HYMN    CI  I.      Long  Metre. 
 
 A  happy   R'furreBion. 
 
 J    XT0,  l'U  repine  at  death  no  more, 
 1\   But,  with  a  cheerful  gafp  refiga 
 To  the  cold  dungeon  of  the  grave 
 Tbefe  dying,  with'ring  limbs  of  mine. 
 
 z  Let  worms  devour  my  wafting  ftefh> 
 And  crumble  all  my  bones  to  dull, 
 My  God  hall  raife  nay  frame  anew 
 At  the  revival  of  the  juft. 
 
 3  Break,  facred  morning,  through  the  fkief> 
 Bring  that  delightful,  facred  day  ; 
 
 Cut  ihort  the  hours,  dear  Lord,  and  come  ; 
 Thy  ling'ring  wheels,  how  long  they  li- 
 
 4  [Our  weary  fpirits  faint  to  fee 
 The  light  of  thy  returning  face; 
 And  hear  the  language  of  thofe  lips 
 Where  God  has  ihed  his  richeii  grace  ] 
 
B.  II.     SPIRITUAL  SONGS.      17$ 
 
 5  [Hafte  then  upon  the  wings  of  lovet 
 Roufe  all  the  pious  fieeping  clay  ; 
 That  we  may  join  in  heav'nly  joyst 
 And  fing  the  triumph  of  the  day.} 
 
 HYMN    CHI.     Common  Metre. 
 Chriji's  Commljfion.     John  iii    16,  17. 
 
 1  OOME,  happy  fouls,  approach  your  God* 
 V_y      With  new  melod'ous  fongs; 
 
 Come,  tender  to  almighty  grace 
 The  tribute  of  your  tongues. 
 
 2  So  flrange,  fo  bovmdlefs  was  the  love 
 
 Which  pity'd  dying  men, 
 
 The  Father  fent  his  equal  Son 
 
 To  give  them  lire  again. 
 
 3  Thy  hands,  dear  Jefus,  were  not  arm'd 
 
 With  a  revenging  rod  ; 
 No  hard  commiffion  to  perform 
 The  vengeance  of  a  God. 
 
 4  But  all  was  mercy — all  was  mild^— 
 
 And  wrath  forfook  the  throne  ; 
 When  Chrift  on  the  kind  errand  cames 
 And  brought  falvatioa  down. 
 
 5  Here,  fkiners,  you  may  heal  your  wounds> 
 
 And  wipe  your  forrows  dry  : 
 Truft  in  the  mighty  Saviour's  name) 
 And  you  fhaa  never  die. 
 
 6  See,  deareft  Lord,  our  willing  fouls 
 
 Accept  thine  ofFer'd  grace  ; 
 WTe  blefs  the  great  Redeemer's  love* 
 And  give  the  Father  praiie. 
 
 HYMN    CIV.     Short  Metre 
 
 The  fame . 
 
 1    13  A1SE  your  triumphant  fongs 
 XV     To  an  immortal  tune, 
 Let  the  wide  earth  remand  the  deeds 
 Geieftia!  grace  has  done. 
 
iyS  H  Y  M  N  S     and         B.  II. 
 
 •z  Sing  how  eternal  leve 
 
 Its  chief  beloved  chofe  ; 
 And  bid  him  raife  our  wretched  rar  c 
 From  their  abyfs  of  woes. 
 
 3  His  hand  no  thuaderbears, 
 
 No  terror  clothes  hi*  brow  ; 
 No  bolts  to  drive  our  guilty  fouls 
 To  fiercer  flames  below. 
 
 4  'Twas  mercy  fill'd  the  throne 
 
 And  wrath  flood  ft  lent  by, 
 When  Chrift  was  fent  with  pardons  down 
 To  rebels  doom'd  to  die. 
 
 5  Now,  finners,  dry  your  tears, 
 
 Let  hopelefs  forrow  ci-afe  ; 
 Eow  to  the  feeptre  of  his  love, 
 And  take  the  offer M  peace. 
 
 6  Lord,  we  obey  thy  call ; 
 
 We  lay  an  humble  claim 
 To  the  falvation  thou  halt  bought 
 And  love  and  praife  thy  name. 
 
 H  Y  M  N    CV.      Common  Metre.- 
 
 Repentance  jioivhig  from  the  patience  cf  G:d, 
 
 i      A    ND- are  we  wretches  yet  alive  ? 
 JL~\.     And  dare  we  yet  rebel  ? 
 'Tis  boundlefs,  'tis  amazing  love, 
 That  bears  us  up  from  hell  ! 
 
 2  The  burden  of  oar  weighty  guilt 
 
 Would  link  us  down  to  flames, 
 And  threat'ning  vengeance  rolls  above 
 To  crufh  our  feeble  frames. 
 
 3  Almighty  gocdnefs  cries— forl~e ar  ! 
 
 And  flrait  the  thunder  ftays  : 
 And  dare  we  now  provoke  his  wrath. 
 And  weary  out  his  grace  ? 
 
 v 
 
 Lord.  we. have  Jon;;  abus'd  thy  love? 
 Too  long  indujg'd  our  fin, 
 
B.  II.      SPIRITUAL  SONGS-.      177 
 
 Our  aching  hearts  e'en  bleed  to  fee 
 What  rebels  we  have  been. 
 
 5  No  more,  ye  lufts,  (hall  ye  command, 
 No  more  will  we  obey  ; 
 Stretch  outj  O  God,  thy  conq'ring  hand? 
 And  drive  thy  foes  away. 
 
 HYMN    CVI.     Common  Metre. 
 Repentance  at  the  Crofs. 
 
 1  /~"\H,  if  my  foul  were  form'd  for  wo, 
 V^/  How  would  I  vent  my  fighs  ! 
 Repentance  mould  like  rivers  how 
 From  boll,  my  dreaming  eyes. 
 
 a  'Twas  for  my  fins,  my  deareft  Lord 
 Hung  on  the  curled  tree, 
 And  groan'd  away  a  dying  life 
 For  thee,  my  foul,  for  thee. 
 
 3  Oh  1  how  I  hate  thole  lufts  of  mine, 
 
 Which  crucify'd  my  God  ; 
 Thofe  fms  which  piere'd  and  nail'd  his  fiefB 
 Faft  to  the  fatal  wood. 
 
 4  Yes,  my  Redeemer,  they  friail  die ; 
 
 My  heart  has  fo  decreed  ; 
 Nor  writ  I  fpare  the  guilty  things 
 Which  made  my  Saviour  bleed. 
 
 5  Whilft,  with  a  melting,  broken  heart? 
 
 My  murder'd  Lord  I  view, 
 I'll  raife  revenge  againft  my  fins, 
 And  flay  the  murd'rers  too. 
 
 HYMN   CVII.     Common  Metre. 
 The  e'verlafiing  Abfence  of  God  intolerable) 
 
 1  HHHAT  awful  day  will  furely  come, 
 
 X  .  Th'  appointed  hour  makes  hade, 
 When  L  muft  ftand  before  my  Judge, 
 And  pafs  the  folerun  teft. 
 
 2  Thou  lovely  Chief  of  all  my  joys,. 
 
 Thou  Sov'reign  of  my  heau, 
 
IT*  H   Y  M  N  S     and  B.  II. 
 
 How  could  I  hear  to  hear  thy  voice 
 Pronounce  the  found — depart  .' 
 
 3   [The  thunder  of  that  difmal  word 
 Would  fo  torment  my  ear, 
 'Twnuld  tear  my  foul  afunder,  Lord, 
 With  moft  tormenting  fear] 
 
 :    [I  What,  to  be  banifn'd  from  my  life, 
 And  yet  forbid  to  die  ! 
 
 To  linger  in  eternal  pah:, 
 Yet  death  forever  fly  !] 
 
 5  Oh  !  wreiched  ftate  of  deep  defpair. 
 
 To  fee  my  Cod  remove, 
 And  fix  my  doleful  fiation  where 
 I  muft  not  tafte  his  love  ! 
 
 6  Jefus,  I  throw  my  arms  around, 
 
 And  hang  upon  thy  bread; 
 Without  a  gracious  fjnile  from  thee 
 .My  fpirit  cannot  red. 
 
 ;  Oh  !  tell  me  that  my  worthlefs  name- 
 Is  graven  on  thy  hinds; 
 Shew  me  fome  prpmife,  in  thy  Door., 
 Where  my  fuivation  itands. 
 
 8  Give  ma  one  kind,  alluring  word. 
 To  link,  my  fears  ag.un  ; 
 And  cheerfully  my  foui  (hall  wait 
 Her  three- 1'core  years  and  ten.] 
 
 H  Y  M  N    CVIII.     Common  Metre; 
 
 Ascefs  to  the  Throne  cf  Grace  by  a   Mediator* 
 
 i    /^OMt,  let  us  lift  our  joyful  eyes 
 V_^    Up  to  the  courts  above, 
 And  finite  to  lee  our  Father  there 
 Upon  a  throne  of  love. 
 
 7,  Once  'twas  a  feat  of  dreadful  wrath, 
 And  Ihot  devouring  flame; 
 Our  God  appear 'd  c<»nfuming  fire, 
 And  Vengeance  was  his  name. 
 
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 3  Rich  were  the  drops  cf  Jefus'  blood, 
 
 Which  calm'd  his  frowning  face  ; 
 Which  fprinkled  o'er  the  burning  throne? 
 And  turn'd  the  wrath  to  grace  ! 
 
 4  Now  vPe  may  bow  before  his  feet, 
 
 And  venture  near  the  Lord  ; 
 No  fi'ry  cherub  guards  his  feat. 
 No  double  flaming  fword. 
 
 5  The  peaceful  gates  of  heav'nly  blifs 
 
 Are  open'd  by  the  Son-; 
 High  let  us  raife  our  ncte?  of  praifej 
 And  reach  th'  alinighry  throne. 
 
 <>  To  thee  ten  thoufand  thanks  we  bring, 
 Great  Advocate  on  high  ; 
 And  glory  to  th'  eternal  King, 
 Who  lays  his  fury  by. 
 
 HYMN    CIX.    Long  Metre. 
 *Ihe  Darknefs  of  Providence. 
 
 2  "  '    ORD,  we  adore  thy  vaft  dengns, 
 A—*  Th'  obfeure  abyls  of  Providence  ! 
 Too  deep  to  found  with  mortal  lines, 
 Too  dark  to  view  with  feeble  fenfe. 
 
 3  Now  thou  array 'ft  thine  awful  face 
 In  angry  frowns,  without  a  fmile  : 
 
 We,  through  the  cloud,  believe  thy  grac3j 
 Secure  of  thy  compafiion  Hill. 
 
 3  Through  feas  and  dorms  of  deep  diftrefs 
 We  fail,  by  faith,  and  not  by  light ; 
 Faith  guides  us  in  the  wildernefs, 
 Through  all  the  terrors  of  the  night. 
 
 4  Dear  Father,  if  thy  lifted  rod 
 Refolve  to  fcourge  us  here  below  ; 
 Still  let  us  lean  upon  our  God, 
 Thine  arm  fhall  bear  us  fafely  through- 
 
-r8o  HYMNS     and  B.  II. 
 
 HYMN    CX.     Short  Metre. 
 Triumph  over  Death,  in  Hope  of  the  Refurrt&ion, 
 N  D  mud  this  body  die  ? 
 
 A' 
 
 This  mortal  frame  decay  ? 
 And  muft  theie  active  limbs  ot  mine 
 Lie  mould'ring  in  the  ciay  ? 
 
 i  Corruption,  earth,  and  worms, 
 Shall  but  refine  this  fk-fh  ; 
 Till  my  triumphant  ipirit  comes? 
 To  put  it  on  atrelh. 
 
 j  God,  my  Redeemer,  lives — 
 And  often  from  the  fkies 
 Looks  down,  and  watches  all  my  duftf 
 Till  he  fhall  bid  it  rife. 
 
 4  Array'd  in  glor'ous  grace 
 
 Shall  theie  vile  bodies  fhine; 
 And  ev'ry  ihape,  and  ev'ry  face, 
 Look  heav'niy  and  divine. 
 
 <j  Thefe  lively  hopes  we  owe 
 To  Jefus'  dying  love  ; 
 We  would  adore  his  grace  below/ 
 And  fing  his  povv'r  above.  / 
 
 £  Dear  Lord,  accept  the  praife 
 Of  thefe  our  humble  fongs — 
 Till  tunes  of  nobler  found  we  raiic 
 With  our  immortal  tongues. 
 
 HYMN    CXI.     Common  Metre. 
 
 Tha?;  If  giving  fcr  ViElory. 
 
 I   'y  ION  rejoice,  and  Judah  fing, 
 I-i  The  Lord  afiumes  his  throne  ; 
 Columbia,  own  the  heav'nly  King^ 
 And  make  his  glories  known. 
 
 z  The  great,  the  wicked,  and  the  proud* 
 From  their  high  feats  are  huii'd  ; 
 Jehovah  rides  upon  a  cloud, 
 And  thunders  through  the  world. 
 
68.' 'II.     SPIEJTU-A'L   SONGS,      -i< 
 
 3  He  reigns  upon  th'  eternal  hilfa, 
 Distributes    mortal  crowns  ; 
 Empires  are  fix'd  beneath  his  fmilc£> 
 And  totter  at  his  frowns. 
 
 .  4.  Navies  which  rule  the.  ocean  wide, 
 Are  vanquifh'd  by  his  breath, 
 And  legions,  arm-d  with  pow'r  and  pride? 
 Descend  to  wat'ry  death. 
 
 5  Let  tyrants  make  no  more  pretence 
 
 T<5  vex  our  happy  land  ; 
 Jehovah's  name  is. our- defence, 
 Our  buckler  is  his  hand. 
 
 6  [Still  may  the'King  of  grace  defcertd 
 
 To  rule  us  by.  his  word  ; 
 And  all  the  honours  we  can  give, 
 
 Be  offer 'd  to  the  Lord.] 
 
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 HYMN    CXI  I.     Long  'Metre, 
 
 Angels  miniftering  to  Chr'Ji  and  Saints. 
 
 RE  AT  God  !  to  what  a  glor'ous  height 
 Haft  thou  ad  vane 'd  the  Lord,*  thy  Son  I 
 Angels  in  all' their  robes  of  light, 
 Are  made  the  fervants  of  his  throae. 
 
 2  Before  his  feet  thine  armies  wait. 
 And  fwift  as  flames  of  fire  they  movej 
 To  manage  his  affairs  of  ftate, 
 
 Jn  works  of  vengeance,  and  of  love. 
 
 3  His  orders  run  through  all  the  hefts, 
 Legions  defcend  at  his  command, 
 
 To  Shield  and  guard  thefe  Weftern  c&afis, 
 When  foreign  rage  invades  our  land. 
 
 4  Now  they  are  fent  to  guide  our  feet» 
 Up  to  the  gates  of  thine  abode  ; 
 Through  all  the  dangers  which  we  meet 
 In  travelling  the  heav'nly  road. 
 
It*  HYMNS     and  B.U. 
 
 5   Lord,  vrhen  I  leave  this  mortal  ground, 
 And  thou  (halt  bid  me  rife,  and  come — 
 Send  a  beloved  angel  down, 
 Safe  to  conduct  my  fpirit  home. 
 
 HYMN   CXIII.      Common  Metre, 
 The  fame. 
 
 t  HPHE  majefty  of  Solomon, 
 A     How  glor'ous  to  behold— 
 The  fcrvants  waiting  round  his  throne} 
 The  iv'ry,  and  the  gold  ! 
 
 2,  But,  mighty  God  !  thy  palace  fhinea 
 With  far  fuper'or  beams  ! 
 Thine  angel-guards  are  fwift  as  winds> 
 Thy  minifters  are  ilames  1 
 
 .5  [Soon  as  thine  only  Son  had  made 
 His  entrance  on  the  earth, 
 A  {hining  army  downward  ned» 
 To  celebrate  his  birth. 
 
 4  And  when  opprefT'd  with  pains  and  fears* 
 On  the  cold  ground  he  lies — 
 Behold — a  heav'nly  form  appears, 
 T'  allay  his  agonies.] 
 
 £  Now  to  the  hands  of  Chrift,  our  King, 
 Are  all  their  legions  giv'n  ; 
 They  wait  upon  his  faints,  and  bring 
 His  chofen  heirs  to  heav'n. 
 
 -6  Pleafure  and  praife  run  through  their  hofts 
 To  fee  a  iinner  turn  ; 
 Then  fatan  has  a  captive  loft, 
 And  Chrift— a  fubjeel  born. 
 
 7  But  there's  an  hour  of  brighter  joy, 
 When  he  his  angels  lends 
 Qbftinate  rebels  to  deftroy, 
 i    And  gather  in  his  friends. 
 
 3  Oh  !  could  I  fay,  without  a  doubt, 
 There  lhall  my  foul  be  found — 
 
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 Then  let  the  great  arch-ang^J  fbout. 
 And  the  laft  trumpet  found  ! 
 
 HYMN    CXIV.     Common  Metre. 
 Chrift's    Death,    Victory    and   Dominion. 
 
 I  SING  my  Saviour's  wond'rous  death  \ 
 Heconquer'd  when  he  fell  : 
 'Tisfm'Jh'd,  faid  his  dying  breath, 
 And  fhook  the  gates  of  hell. 
 
 'Tisfnijh'd,  our  Emmanuel  cries  ; 
 
 The  dreadful  -work  is  doni  .• 
 Hence  ihall  his  fev 'reign  throne  arife  ; 
 
 His  kingdom  is  begun. 
 
 {  His  crofs  a  fure  foundation  laid, 
 For  glory  and  renown  ; 
 When,  through  the  regkms  of  the  dead3 
 He  paff'd  to  reach  the  crown. 
 
 Exalted  at  his  Father's  fide, 
 
 Sits  our  vi&or'ous  Lord  ; 
 To  heav'n  and  hell,  his  hands  divkie 
 
 The  vengeance  or  reward. 
 
 The  faints,  from  his  propitious  eye, 
 
 Await  their  fev'ral  crowns  z 
 And  all  the  fons  of  darknefs  fly 
 
 The  terror  of  his  frowns. 
 
 HYMN    CXV.     Common  Metre. 
 God  the  Avenger  of  his  Saints, 
 
 HIGH  as  the  heav'ns  above  the  ground? 
 Reigns  the  Creator,  GOD  ; 
 Wide  as  the  whole  creation's  bound 
 Extends  his  awful  nod. 
 
 Let  princes  of  exalted  ftate 
 
 To  him  afcribe  their  crown  ; 
 Render  their  homage  at  his  feet? 
 
 And  caft  their  glories  down. 
 
 Know  that  his  kingdom  is  fupreme?. 
 Your  lofty  thoughts  are  vain.  5. 
 
:S4  HYMN  S      an©         BJE 
 
 He  calls  you  GW;,  that  awful  namey 
 But  ye  mult  die  like  ne?i. 
 
 4  Then  let  the  fov'reigns  of  the  globe 
 
 Not  dare  to  vex  the  juft  ; 
 He  pifts  on  vengeance  like  a  robe. 
 And  treads  the  worms  to  duft. 
 
 5  Ye  judges  of  the  earth,  be  wile. 
 
 And  think  of  heav'n  with  fear  ; 
 The  meanelt  faint  whom  you  deJni.i 
 Has  an  Avenger  there. 
 
 HYMN    CXVL     Common  M, 
 
 Mercies  and  "7 'banks. 
 
 i   T_T  O  W  can  I  fink  with  fuch  a  prop 
 jl\  As  my  eternal  God> 
 Who  bears  the  earth's  huge  pillars  up*; 
 And  fpreads  the  heav'ns  abroad? 
 
 a  How  can  I  die,  while  Jefus  lives, 
 Who  role,  and  Left  trie  dead  ? 
 Pardon  ancUgrace  my  foul  receives 
 From  mine  exalted  head. 
 
 3  All  that  I  am,  and  all  I  have, 
 
 Shall  be  forever  thine; 
 Whate'er  my  duty  bids  me  give. 
 My  cheerful  hands  relign. 
 
 4  Yet,  if  I  might  make  fon$e  refcrvei 
 
 And  duty  did  not  call, 
 I  love  my  God  with  zeal  fo  great,    ' 
 That  I  ftiould  give  hhn  all. 
 
 HYMN    CXVir.      Long  Metres 
 
 Living    and    Dy:>?g    ivitb    Gcd  prifeni , 
 
 x    T  CANNOT  bear  thine'abfence,  Lord  ; 
 JL    My  lite  expires,  if  thou  depart : 
 Be  thou,  my  heart,  itillnear  my  Godi 
 And  thou,  my  God,  UilLnear  my  iiea'rt, 
 
 z*  I  was  not  bom  for  earth  or  fin, 
 Nor  can  I  live  on  things  fo  vUe.; 
 
5.  II.     SPIRITUAL   SONGS.      i% 
 
 Yet  I  will  flay  my  Father's  time, 
 And  hope  and  wait  for  heav'n  a  while. 
 
 3  Then,  deareft  LorcU  in  thine  embrace 
 Let  me  refign  my  fleeting  breath  ; 
 And>  with  a  lmile  upon  my  face, 
 Pais  the  important  hour  of  death. 
 
 HYMN    C  XVI II.     Long  Metre. 
 The  Priefibood  of  Chrljt. 
 1    TJLOOD  has  a  voice  to  pierce  the  fkie3 ; 
 J3  Revenge  !  the  blood  of  Abel  cries  ; 
 But  the  dear  ftream,  when  Chrift  =  was  flain* 
 Spoke  peace  as  loud  from  ev'ryvein. 
 
 a  Pardon  and  peace  from  God  on  high  ; 
 Behold*  he  lays  his  vengeance  by  ! 
 And  rebels,  who  deferve  his  fword, 
 Become  the  fav'rites  of  the  Lord. 
 
 3  To  Jefus  let  our  praifes  tlBej 
 Who  gave  his  life  afacriike  : 
 Now  he  appears  before  his  God, 
 And  for  our  pardon  pleads  his  blood. 
 
 H  Y  M  N  CXI X .     Common  Metre, 
 The  Holy  Scriptures. 
 jr,y   ADEN  with  guilt,  and  full  of  fears? 
 JL^t  I  fly  to  thee,  my. Lord  ; 
 And  not -a  glimpfe  of  hope  appears, 
 But  in  thy  written  word. 
 
 %.  The  volume  of  my  Father's  grace 
 Does  ail  my  grief  affuage  ; 
 Here  I  behold  my  Saviour's  face. 
 Almoft  in  ev'ry  page. 
 
 3  [This  is  the  field  where  hidden  lies 
 
 The  pearl  of  price  unknown  ; 
 That  merchant  is  divinely  wife, 
 Who  makes  the  pearl  his  own*. 
 
 4  Here  confecrated  water  flows, 
 
 To  quench  my  thirft  of  fin  f. 
 
tS6  HYMNS"  -and  B.  131 
 
 Here  the  fair  tree  of  knowledge  grows  ; 
 Nj  danger  dwells  therein.]} 
 
 5  This  is  the  Judge  who  ends  the  ftrife 
 
 Where  wit  and  reafon  fail  ; 
 My  guide  to  everlaiting  life, 
 Through  all  this  gloomy  vale. 
 
 6  Oh,  may  thy  counfeisi  mighty  God> 
 
 My  roving  feet  command  ; 
 Nor  I  forfake  the  lupgy  road 
 Which  leads  to  thy  right  hand  ! 
 
 H  Y  M  N    CXX.     Short  Metre. 
 7Z'£  Lau>  and  Gcfpel  joined  in  Scripture, 
 
 1  HP  HE  Lord  declares  his  will, 
 
 A     And  keeps  the  woild  "m  awe; 
 Amidft  the  fnroke  on  Sinai's  hilt 
 Breaks  out  his  fi'ry  law. 
 
 2  The  Lord  reveal'd  ins  face; 
 
 And,  liniiing,  from  above, 
 Sends  down  the  gofpel  of  his  grace? 
 Xh'  ep  idles  or  his  love. 
 
 3  Thefe  f acred  words-  impart 
 
 Qur  Maker's  jaft  commands, 
 The  pity  of  his  melting  heart, 
 Awd  vengeance  of  his  hands. 
 
 4  [Hence  we  awake  our  fear, 
 
 We  draw  our  comfort  hence; 
 The  arms  of  grace  are  treaiur'd  here* 
 
 Our  armour  cf  defence. 
 
 5  We  learn  Chrift  crucify'd, 
 
 And  here  behold  his  olood  ; 
 All  arts  and  knowledges*befide 
 Will  do  ut.  Utile  good] 
 
 6  We  read  the  heav'nly  word» 
 
 We  t3fte  the  ofter'd  grace. 
 Obey  the  (l^uier.  of  the  Lord> 
 And  truft  his  promiies, 
 
B.  II.      SPIRITUAL  SOXGS.      ig>r 
 
 7  In  vain  (hall  Satan  rage- 
 Againft  a  book  divine, 
 Where  wrath  and  lightning  guard  the  page* 
 Where  beams  of  mercy  ihine. 
 
 H  Y  M  N   CXXI.     Long  Metre. 
 
 Ihe   Laiv   and    Go/pel  dljiinguijhed. 
 
 i  rT^HE  law  commands,  and  makes  us  know 
 X     What  duties  to  our  God  we  owe  ; 
 But  'tis  the  gofpel  muft  reveal 
 Where  lies  our  itrength  to  do  his  will, 
 
 a  The  law  difcove.rs  guilt  and  fin, 
 
 And  thews  how  vile  our  hearts  have  beens 
 Only  the  gofpel  can  exprefs 
 Forgiving  love,  and  cleaniing  grace. 
 
 3  What  curfes  doth  the  law  denounce 
 Againft  the  man  who  fails  but  once  I 
 But,  in  the  goipel,  Chnft.appears 
 Pard'ning  the  guilt  of  num'rous  years, 
 
 4  My  foul,  no  more  attempt  to  draw 
 Thy  lite  and  comforts  from  the  law; 
 Fly  to  the  hope  the  goipel  gives  : 
 
 The  man  who  trufts  the  promife,  lives*. 
 
 ,   HYMN    CXXI  I.     Long  Metre-, 
 
 Retirement  and  Meditation. 
 
 \Y  GOD,  permit  me  not  to  be 
 A  ftranger  to  myfelf  and  thee; 
 Amidft  a  thoufand  thoughts  I  rove, 
 Forgetful  of  my  higheft  Love. 
 
 a  Why  fhould  my  paflions  mix  with  earth* 
 And  thus  debafe  my  heav'rrly  birth  ! 
 Why  lhould  I  cleave  to  things  below. 
 And  let  my  God,  my  Saviour  go  ! 
 
 3  Call  .me  away  from  flefib  and  fenfe  ; 
 
 One  fov'reign  word  can  draw  me  thence-* 
 
 I  would  obey  the  voice  divine, 
 „    And  ail  ir.fer?cr  joys  refign. 
 
t88  HYMNS     and  B.  II* 
 
 4  Be  earth*  with  all  her  fcenes,  withdrawn  ; 
 Let  noife  and  vanity  be  gone  : 
 la  lecret  filence  of  the  mind, 
 My  heav'n,  and  there  my  Coil,  I  find. 
 
 HYMN    CXXIII.      Long  Metre. 
 
 The  Benefit  of  Public  Ordinances. 
 
 i     A  W  A  Y    from   ev'ry   mortal    care, 
 -iJL  Away  from  earth,  our  fouls  retreat  j 
 We  leave  this  worthlefs  world  afar, 
 And  wait  and  worlhip  near  thy  feat. 
 
 2  Lord,  in  the  temple  of  thy  grace 
 We  fee  thy  feet,  and- we  adore  ; 
 We  gaze  upon  thy  lovely  face, 
 And  learn  the  wonders  of  thy  pow'r. 
 
 3_  While  here,  our  var'ous  wants  wc  mourn  J 
 United  groans  afeend  on  high  ; 
 And  prayer  bears  a  quick  return 
 Of  bleifiugs  in  variety. 
 
 4  [If  Satan  rage,  and  fin  grow  ftrongj 
 Here  we  receive  fome  cheering  word  ; 
 We  gird  the  goipel  armour  on, 
 To  fight  the  battles  of  :he  Lord. 
 
 r  Or  if  our  Ipirit  faints  and  dies, 
 
 (Our  confgence  gall'd  with  inward  ftingsj 
 Here  doth  the  righteous  fun  arife, 
 With  healing  beams  beneath  his  wings. 3 
 
 6  Father  !  my  foul  would  ftill  abide 
 Within  thy  temple,  near  thy  lide  ; 
 But  it  my  feet  muft  hence  depart, 
 Still  keep  thy  dwelling  in  my  heart. 
 
 H.Y  M  N    CX-X1V.     Common  Metre* 
 Mcfexi  Aaron  and  .yejbua. 
 
 2  ,rT^  IS  not  the  la,w  often  commands, 
 JL       On  holy  Sinai  giv'n, 
 Or  fent  to  men  by  Moles'  hands, 
 Can  bring  us  fafe  to  henv'r.. 
 
B.1I.    SPIRITUAL*    SON-GS,      189.. 
 
 I  a  'Tis  not  the  blood  which  Aaron  fpii?> 
 Nor  fmoke,  of  fweeteft  imell,       4 
 Can  buy  a  pardon  for  our  guilt, 
 Or  fave  our  fouls  from  bell. 
 
 3  Aaron*  the  prieft,  retlgns  his  breathy 
 
 At  God's  immed'ate  will ; 
 And,  in  the  defart,  yields  to  death 
 Upon  th*  appointed  hilr: 
 
 4  And  thus,  on  Jordan's  yonder  fide, 
 
 The  tribes  of  Ifr'el  ftand, 
 While  Mofes  bow'd  his  head  and  dy'd 
 Short  of  the  promis'd  land. 
 
 6  Ifr'el  rejoice,  now  *  JoiVa  leads! 
 He'll  bring  your  tribes  to  reft ; 
 So  far  the  Saviour's  name  exceeds 
 The  ruler  and  the  prieft. 
 
 HYMN    CXXV.     Long  Metre. 
 
 Faith  and  Repentance,    Unbelief  and  Impenitence, 
 
 1    T    I  F  E  and  immortal  joys  are  giv'n 
 
 jLu  To  fouls  who  mourn  the  fins  they've  dons* 
 
 -  Children  of  wrath  made  heirs  of  heav'nj 
 
 By  faith  in  God's  eternal  Son. 
 
 * 
 
 a  Wo  to  the  Wretch  who  never  felt 
 
 The  inward  pangs  of  pious  grief* 
 
 But  adds  to  all  his  crying  guilt 
 
 The  ftubborn  iin  of  unbelief. 
 
 3  The  law  condemns  the  rebel  dead* 
 Under  the  wrath  of  God  he  lies  : 
 He  feals  the  eurfe  on  his  own  head, 
 And  with  a  double  vengeance,'  dies. 
 
 HYMN    CXXVI.-    Common  Metre. 
 
 God  glorified  ih  -the   Ccfpel. 
 
 *  HPH  E  Lord,  descending  from  above* 
 X       Invites  his  children  near  ; 
 
 *  The  fame  ivith  Jefusy  and  fignifiei  a  Saviour, 
 
190  HYMNS     and         B.  II. 
 
 While  pow'r  and  truth,  and  boundlefs  love 
 Difplay  their  glories  here. 
 
 z  Heie  in  the  gofpel's  wond'rous  framej 
 Frefh  wifdom  we  may  view  ; 
 A  thoufand  angels  learn  thy  name, 
 Beyond  whate'er  they  knew. 
 
 3>  Thy  name  is  writ  in/aireft  lines ; 
 Thy  wonders  here  we  trace  ; 
 Wifdom  through  all  the  myft'ry  mines. 
 It  fhines  in  Jefus'  lace. 
 
 4  The  law  its  beft  obed'enge  owes 
 
 1  o  our  incarnate  God  ; 
 And  thy  revenging  juftice  fhows 
 Us  honours  in  his  bipod. 
 
 5  But  (till  the  luftre  of  thy  grace 
 
 Our  warmer  thoughts  empleys  ; 
 Gilds  the  whole  fcene  with  brighter  rays* 
 And  more  exalts  our  joys. 
 
 H  Y  M  N    CXXVII.     Long  Metre. 
 
 Circuncijion  and  Baftlfm. 
 
 (Written  only  for  tkofe  ivho  praftife  the  Baptifn  of 
 Infant  i.) 
 
 i  HP  H  U  S  did  the  forts  of  Abra'rn  pafs 
 JL     Under  the  bloody  fcal  cf  grace  ! 
 The  young  difciples  bore  the  yoke, 
 Till  Chrilt  the  painful  bondage  brok?. 
 
 %  By  milder  ways  doth  Jefus  prove 
 His  Father's  cov'r.ant,  and  his  love  ; 
 He  teals  to  faints  hir.  glor'ous  grace, 
 And  not  forbids  their  infant  race. 
 
 3  Their  feed  is  fprinkled  with  his  blood. 
 Their  children  fet  apart  for  God  ; 
 His  Spirit  on  their  offspring  fhed, 
 Like  water  pour'd  upon  the  head. 
 
 4  Let  ev'ry  faint,  with  cheerful  voice» 
 In  this,  large  covenant  rejoice  i 
 
B.  II.      SPIRITUAL  SONGS.     .19-1 
 
 Young  children  in  their  early  days 
 Shall  give  the  God  of  Abra'm  praife. 
 
 HYMN   CXXVITI.    Common  Metre. 
 Corrupt  Nature  from  Adam. 
 LEST  with  the  joys  of  innocence* 
 
 Adam,  our  father,  ftcod; 
 Till  he  debas'd  his  foul  to  fenfe, 
 And  ate  th'  unlawful  food. 
 
 I  Now  we  are  born  a  fens'al  race, 
 To  finful  joys  inelin'd  ; 
 Reafon  has  loft  its  native  place* 
 And  ftefh.enf laves  the  mind. 
 
 3  While  fleftii  or  fenfe,  or  pafllon  reigns* 
 Sin  is  the  fweeteit  good  ; 
 We  fancy  mufic  in  our  chains, 
 And  fo  forget  our  load. 
 
 3.  Great  God*  renew  our  ruin'd  frame* 
 Our  broken  pow'rs  reftore  ; 
 Infpire  us  with  a  heav'nly  flame, 
 And  flefh  (hall  reign  no  more ' 
 
 5  Eternal  Spirit,  write  thy  law 
 Upon  our  inward  parts  ; 
 And  let  the  fecond  Adam  draw 
 -His  image  on  our  hearts. 
 
 HYMN   CXXIX.    -Long  Metre. 
 IVe  ivalk  by  Faithy  nat  by  Sight. 
 a  "THIS  by  the  faith  of  joys  to  come 
 
 JL     We  walk  through  defarts  dark  as  night 
 Till  we  arrive  at  heav'n,  our  home. 
 Faith  is  our  guide,  and  faith  our  light. 
 
 %  The  want  of  fight  fhe  well  fupplies  ; 
 She  makes  the  pearly  gates  appear  ; 
 Far  into  diftant  worlds  (he  pries, 
 And  brings  eternal  glories  near. 
 
 3  Cheer  fal  we  tread  the  defart  through* 
 While  faith  collects  the  heav'nly  ray  ; 
 
*^i  H  Y  M'N  S     and  B.tlj 
 
 Though  lions  roar,  and  tcmpefts  blow, 
 And  rocks  and  dangers  till  the  way. 
 
 4  So  Abra'm,  by  divine  command, 
 
 Left  his  own  houfe,  to  walk  with  God ; 
 His  faith 'beheld  the  pvomis'd  land, 
 And  fir'd  his  zeal  along  ihe  road. 
 
 II  Y  M  N   CXXX.     Common  Metre- 
 
 The  JNtw   Creation. 
 
 i     A  TTE  N  D,  while  God's  exalted  Son 
 _lV   Doth  his  own  glories  mew  : 
 «« Behold,  1  fit  upon  my  throne, 
 "  Creating  all  things  new. 
 
 tt  ««  Nature  and  fin  are  pafs'd  away, 
 *«  And  the  old  Adam  dies; 
 «<  My  hands  a  new  foundation  lay ; 
 "  See  the  new  world  arile. 
 
 •»  "  I'll  be  a  Sun  of  Righteoufnefs 
 "  To  the  new  heav'ns  I  make  ; 
 "  None  but  the  new-born  heirc  of  grace 
 "My  glory  ihall  partake." 
 
 4.  Mighty  Redeemer  !  fet  me  free 
 From  my  old  ftate  of  fin  ; 
 Ohi  make  my  loul  alive  to  thee, 
 Create  new  pow;rs  within. 
 
 5  Renew  mine  eyes, -and  form  mine  ears, 
 
 And  mould  my  heart  afrefh  ; 
 Give  me  new  paffions,  joys  and  fears* 
 And  turn  the  Hone  to  rieih. 
 
 6  Far  from  the  regions  of  the  dead, 
 
 From  fin,  and  earth,  and  hell, 
 In  the  new  world,  which  grace  has  made, 
 I  would  forever  dwell. 
 
 'L 
 
 FI  Y  M  N    CXXXI.     Long  Metre. 
 Excellency    of  the    Cbrlflian    Religion. 
 E  T  everlafting  glories  crown 
 
 Thy  head,  my  Saviour,  and  my  Lord 
 
B.  H.      SPIRITUAL  SONGS.      t$$ 
 
 Thy  hands  have  brought  falvation  down,    . 
 And  writ  the  bleffings  in  thy  word. 
 
 -»  [What  if  we  trace  the  globe  around, . 
 And  fearch  from  Britain  to  japan? 
 There  fhal!  be  no  religion  found, 
 So  juft  to  God,  fo.fafe  for  man. J 
 
 5  In  vain  the  trembling  confcier.ee  feeks 
 Some  folid. ground  to  reft  upon  ; 
 With  long  defpair  the  fpirit  breaksj 
 Till  we  apply  to  Chrift  alone. 
 
 4  How  well  thy  bleffed  truths  agree  ? 
 How  wife  and  holy  thy  commands  ! 
 Thy  promifesrhow  ftrong  they  be! 
 How'nrm  our  hope  or  comfort  {lands  '. 
 
 5  [Not  the  feign'd  fields  of  heath'nifh  biffs 
 Could  raife  fuch  pleafures  in  the  mind  ; 
 Nor  dfces  the  Turkish  paradife 
 Pretend  to  joy  io  well  refin'd] 
 
 6  Should  all  the  forms  which  men  devife? 
 Aflault  my  faith  with  treach'rous  art, 
 I'd  call  them  vanity  and  lies, 
 
 And  bind  the  gofpel  to  my  heart. 
 
 HYMN    CXXXII.     Common  Metre, 
 The  Offices  of  Chrift, 
 
 E  blefs  the  prophet  of  the  Lord? 
 Who  comes  with  truth  and  grace  -3 
 Jefus,  thy  Spirit  and  thy  word 
 Shall  lead  us  in  thy  ways. 
 
 We  rev'rence  our  High- Prieft  above, 
 
 Who  oger'd  up  his  blood. 
 And  lives  to  carry  on  his  love, 
 
 By  pleading  with  our -God. 
 
 Wc  honour  our  exalted  King  ; 
 
 How  fweet  are  his  commands  ! 
 He  guards  our  fouls  from  heii  and  fin* 
 
 By  his  almighty  hands. 
 R 
 
i94  HYMNS     and        B.  II, 
 
 4  Hofanna  to  his  glor'ous  name, 
 Who  faves  by  different  ways  ; 
 His  mercies  lay  a  fov 'reign  claim 
 To  our  immortal  praife. 
 
 HYMN   CXXXIII.     Long  Metre. 
 
 The  Operations  of  the  Holy  Spirit. 
 
 j   INTERNAL  Spirit  !  we  confefs, 
 XL  And  fing  the  wonders  of  thy  grace  4 
 Thy  pow'r  conveys  our  blefiings  down 
 From  Cod  the  Father,  and  the  Son. 
 
 ft  Enlighten'd  by  thine  heav'nly  ray, 
 Our  lhades  and  darknefs  turn  to  day  : 
 Thine  inward  teachings  make  us  know 
 Our  danger  and  our  refuge  too. 
 
 3  Thy  pow'r  and  glory  work  within, 
 And  break  the  chains  of  reigning  fin; 
 Do  our  imper'ous  lulls  fubdue, 
 And  form  cur  wretched  hearts  anew. 
 
 .  4  The  troubled  confeience  knows  thy  voice  , 
 Thy  cheering  words  awake  our  joys  ; 
 Thy  words  allay  the  ftormy  wind, 
 And  calm  the  furges  of  the  mind. 
 
 HYMN    CXXXIV.     Common  Metre. 
 
 Circumcijioa   abolijhed. 
 
 I  npHE  promife  was  divinely  free, 
 -L     Extenfive  was  the  grace  ; 
 *«  I  will  the  God  of  Abra'm  be, 
 •«  And  of  his  num'rous  race." 
 
 a  He  faid-— and,  with  a  bloody  feal> 
 Confirm'd  the  words  he  fpoke  *, 
 Lon^  did  the  f  his  of  Abra'm  feel 
 The  (harp  and  painful  yoke. 
 
 3  Till  God's  own  Son,  defcending  low> 
 Gave  his  own  flefh  to  bleed  ; 
 And  Gentiles  tafte  the  bleflings  now# 
 From  the  ba.T'X  bondage  freed. 
 
.11.      SPIRITUAL  SONGS.      iW 
 
 4  The  God  of  Abra'm  claims  our  praife  ; 
 His  prornifes  endure; 
 And  Chrift,  the  Lord,  in  gentler  ways, 
 Makes  the  falvation  fure. 
 
 HYMN   CXXXV.     Long  Metre. 
 Types  and  Prophecies  of  Chr'iji. 
 
 BEHOLD  the  woman's  promis'd  feed  ! 
 Behold  the  great  Meffiah  coiile  ! 
 13ehold  the  prophets  all  agreed 
 To  give  him  the  fuper'or  room  ! 
 
 a  Abra'm,  the  faint,  rej-oic'd  of  old* 
 When  vifions  of  the  Lord  he  law  ; 
 Mofesi  the  man  of  God?  foretold, 
 This  great  Fulfiller  of  his  law. 
 
 3   Tfie  types  bor-e  witnefs  to  his  name, 
 Obtain'd  their  chief  defign,  and  ceas'd. 
 The  incenfe,  and  the  bleeding  Lamb, 
 The  ark,  the  altar,  and  the  prieft. 
 
 .  Predictions  in  abundance  meet, 
 And  join  their  bleflings  on  his  head  ; 
 Tefus,  we  worfhip  at  thy  feet  ; 
 And  nations  oryn  the  promis'd  feed. 
 
 HYMN    CXXXVI.     Long  Metre,    • 
 Miracles  at  the  Birth  cj  Chrift. 
 
 THE  King  of  glory  fends  his  Son 
 To  make  his  entrance  on  this  earth  j 
 Behold,  the  midnight  bright  as  noon, 
 And  heav'nly  hods  declare  his  birth  ! 
 
 2  About  the  young  Redeemer's  head 
 Wnat  wonders  and  what  glories  meet ! 
 An  unknown  ftar  arofe,  and  led 
 The  eaftern  fages  to  hi3  feet. 
 
 Simeon  and  Anna  both  confpire 
 
 The  infant  Saviour  to  proclaim  ; 
 
 inward  they  felt  the  facred  fire, 
 
 And  b^efs'd  the  babe,  and  own'd  his  name. 
 
196  HYMNS     aud  KAL 
 
 4  Though  Jews  and  Greeks  blafpheme  aloud, 
 And  treat  the  holy  Child  with  lcorn  j 
 Our  fouls  adore  th'  eternal  Cod, 
 Who  condefcended  to  be  born. 
 
 HYMN    C XXXVI I.     Long  Metre., 
 
 Miracles  in  ike  Life,  Death  ami  Refutre&ie* 
 cf  Chrrjl. 
 
 1    TOEHOLD  the  blind  their  fight  receive  ! 
 Xj  Behold  the  dead  awake,  and  "live  ! 
 The  dumb  fpeak  wonders   !  and  the  lame 
 Leap  like  the  hart,  and  blsfs  his  name  I 
 
 ;i  Thus  doth  th'  eternal  Spirit  own 
 And  leal  the  million  of  the  Son  ; 
 The  Father  vindicates  his  cauie, 
 While  he  hangs  bleeding  on  the  crofs. 
 
 3  He  dies  !  the  heav'n's  in  mourning  flood  ; 
 He  rifes  !  and  appears  a  God  : 
 
 Behold  tfrs  Lord  afcanding  high, 
 No  more  to  bleed,  no  more  to  die  X 
 
 4  Hence,  and  forever,  from  my  heart 
 I  bid  my  doubts  and  fears  depart ; 
 And  to  thole  hands  my  foul  refigri. 
 Which  bear  credentials  fo  divine. 
 
 HYMN    CXXXVIII.     Long  Metre* 
 The  P Liver  cf  the  Gcfpel. 
 
 1  npHIS  is  the  word  of  truth  and  love? 
 
 A     Sent  to  the  nations  from  above  ; 
 Jehovah  here  refalves  to  lhevv 
 What  his  almighty  grace  can  do. 
 
 2  This  remedy  did  wifdom  rind, 
 To  healtdifeafes  of  the  mind  ; 
 
 This  fov'reign  bairn,  whole  virtues  can 
 Rcltore  the  tuin'd  creature,  man. 
 
 3  This  gofpel  bids  the  df ad  revive  ; 
 Sinners  obey  the  voice,  and  livu  ; 
 
 Dry  bones  are  rais'd,  and  cloth'd  afrefii ; 
 And  Jhearts  <of  ftone  are  turn'd  to  flelh. 
 
-B.  II.      SPIRITUAL   SONGS.      197 
 
 4  [Where  fatan  reign'd  in  fhades  of  night, 
 The  gofpel  ftrikes  a  heav'nly  light ; 
 Our  lufts  its  wond'rous  pow'r  controulss 
 And  calms  the  rage  of  angry  fouls. 
 
 5  Lions  and  beafts,  of  lavage  name. 
 Put  on  the  nature  of  the  lamb  ; 
 
 Whi;e  the  wide  world  efteems  it  ftrange, 
 Gaze,  and  admire,  and  hate  the  change.] 
 
 6  May  but  this  grace  my  foul  renew, 
 Let  finners  gaze  and  hate  me  too  ; 
 The  word  which  faves  me,  does  engage 
 A  lure  defence  frcm  all  their  rag«. 
 
 H  Y-M  N    C XXXIX.      Long  Metre, 
 The    Example  of  Cbriji. 
 
 t   Ti  fY  dear  Redeemer,  and  my  Lord* 
 1V_L  I  read  my  duty  in  thy  word  : 
 
 "    Bat  in  thy  lite  the  law  appears, 
 Drawn  out  in  living  characters. 
 
 •2  Such  was  thy  truth,  and  fuch  thy  zeal — 
 Such  deference  to  thy  Father's  will — 
 Such  love,  and  meeknefs,  fo  divine, 
 I  would  tranfcribe,  and  make  them  mine. 
 
 3  Cold  mountains,  and  the  midnight  air, 
 Witnefs'd  the  fervor  of  thy  pray'r  ; 
 The  defart  thy  temptations  knew, 
 Thy  conflict,  and  thy  vicl'ry  too. 
 
 4  Be  thou  my  pattern — make  me  bear 
 Mo.e  of  thy  gracious  image  here  ; 
 
 Then  God.  the  Judge,  thall  own  my  name 
 Among  the  foll'wer&  of  the  Lamb. 
 
 H  *M  N    CXL.     Common  Metre, 
 
 Examples  of  Cbriji  dnd'the  Saints. 
 
 2   /""*  IVL  me  the  wings  of  faith  to  rife 
 \JT  Within  the  veil,  and  fee 
 The  faints  above — how  great  their  joys- 
 How  bright  they:  glories  be  ! 
 K  8 
 
II  Y  M  N  S     and  B.  IU 
 
 2  Once  they  were  mourning  here  beIowt 
 
 And  wet  their  -  i  tears  ; 
 
 They,  wredlcd  hard,  as  we  do  now, 
 
 With  fin?,  and  doubts,  and  fe.iii. 
 
 3  I  afk  them,  whence  their  vict'ry  came  Z 
 
 They,  with  united  breath, 
 Afcri.be  th-iir  conqueit  to  the  Lamb; 
 Their  triumph,  to  his  death. 
 
 4..  They  mark'd  the  footfleps  which  he  trod» 
 (His  zeal  infpir'd  their  otejtft) 
 And   foll'wmg  their  incarnate  God, 
 Po  fiefs  the  proinis'd  reft. 
 
 5   Our  .g  lor 'pus  Lradec  claims  our  praifej 
 For  his  own  pattern  giv'n; 
 While  the  long  cloud  or'  wit'iieHes 
 Shew  the  fa.vic  path  to  hca\  !n. 
 
 HYMN    CXLI.     Common  Metre, 
 
 Fa'nh  ajpfled  by  Senje, 
 
 i    ~\/T V  Saviour  God,  my  fov'reign  Prince? 
 jL>  X.   Reighs  it* i  above  the  fkles  ; 
 But  brings  Ms  graces  ('own  to  ienfc. 
 And,  helps  my  faith  to  rife. 
 
 2  My  eyes  and  ears  fha!/  blefs  his  name, 
 
 They  react  and  hear  his  word  ; 
 My  touch  and  Mite  thai  I  do  the  fame, 
 \Vhen..thcy  receive,  the  Lord. 
 
 3  Bptifmal  water  is  defign'd 
 
 To  leal  his  clean ilng  yr.ice  ; 
 Whiie   at  his  feaft  of -bread  and  wines 
 He  gives  his  faints  a  piace.  ^ 
 
 4  But  not  the  wafers-  of  a  flpod 
 
 Can  make  my  fiefh  fo  clean, 
 As,  by  his  Spirit  and  his  blood, 
 Hk'JI  wa;h  my  foul  from  lin. 
 
 5  Not  clvoiceft  meats,  or  nobleft  wine?; 
 
 So  much  my  heaf  t  i.efrcfh. 
 
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 As  when  my  faith  £095  through  the  figns* 
 And  feeds  upon  his  fleih. 
 
 6  I  love  the,  Lord,  who  ftoops  fo  low, 
 To  give  his  word  a  ieal ; 
 But  the  rich  grace. his,  hands  beftow 
 Exceeds  the  figures  ftiil. 
 
 HYMN    CXLIL.     Short  Metre, 
 
 ■  Failh  in  do  rift  our  Sacrifice, 
 
 l  TVJOT  all  the  blood-of-beafts, 
 IN    On  Jewiih  altars  flain, 
 Could  give  the  guilty  confcieiiee  peaces 
 Or  waih  away  the  ftain. 
 
 But  Chrift,  the  heav'nly  Lamb* 
 
 Takes  all  our  tins  away  ;  - 
 
 A  facrifice  of  nobler  name, 
 
 And- richer  blood  than  they. 
 
 My  faith  would  lay  her  hand 
 
 On  that  dear  head  or  thine, 
 While,  like  a  penitent,  1  hands 
 
 And  there  confefs-  my  fin. 
 
 4  My  foul  looks  back  to  fee 
 
 The  burdens  thou  diuft  bear* 
 •  When  hanging  on- the  curfed  tree* 
 And  hopes  her  guilt  was  thereo 
 
 5  Believing,  we  rejoice 
 
 To  iee  ihs-cu;fe  remove;  .« 
 
 We  blefs  the  Lamb  with  cheerful  voices 
 And  fing  his  bleeding  love. 
 
 H  Y  M  N    CXLI1I.     Common  Metre, 
 
 Fi^Jo  and  Spirit. 
 
 i  TI  7'*H  A  T  different  pow.'rs  of  grace  and  ili;  s 
 V  V     Attend  our  mortal  date  i 
 I  hate  the  thoughts  which  work  within? 
 And  do  the  works  I  iiate. 
 
 s  Now  I  complain,  and  groan,  and  die; 
 While  £jj  m&  fetaa  reisti; 
 
Coo  H  Y  M  N  S     and         B.  lA 
 
 Now  raifc  my  fongs  of  triumph  high> 
 For  grace  prevails  a?ain. 
 
 j  So  da'knefs  ftmggles  with  the  light*  '   ° 
 
 Till  perfect  day  arife  ; 
 Water  and  rite  maintain  the  fight 
 Until  the  weaker-dies. 
 
 4  Thus  will  the  fleih  and  fpirit  ftrivt, 
 And  vex  and  break  my  peace ;    . 
 But  I  ihall  quit  this  mortal  iifej 
 And  fin  forever  ceil'e. 
 
 HYMN   CXLIV.     Long  Metre, 
 The  Rffitjion  of  the  Spirit. 
 
 s   f~^  RE  AT  was  the  day,  the  joy  was  great* 
 VJT   When  the  divine  dilciples  met ; 
 Whilft  on  their  heads  the  Spirit  came* 
 And  fat  like  tongues  of  cloven  ilame. 
 
 •^  What  gifts,  what  miracles  he  gave  I 
 And  pow'r  to  give,  and  pow'r  to  fnve  ! 
 Furnhh'd  their  tongues  with  wond'rous  word'-, 
 Inftead  of  lhields,  and  fpears,  and  fwords. 
 
 3  Thus  arm'd,  he  fent,  the  champ'ons  forth, 
 From  ea~ft  to  weft,  from  fouth  to  north  ;. 
 •«  Go,  and  allert  \ouv  Saviour's  caul'e  ; 
 
 «»  Co,  fpread  the  myft'ry  of  his  crofs." 
 
 4  Thefe  weapons  of  the  holy  war, 
 Of  what  almighty  force  they  are, 
 To  make  our  ftubben  paffions  bcw» 
 And  lay  the  proudeft  rebel  low  ! 
 
 5  Nations,  the  learned  and  the  rude. 
 Are  by  thefe  heav'nly  aims  fubdu'd  i. 
 While  fatan  rages  at  his  !ofs, 
 
 And  hates  the  doctrine  of  the  crofts 
 
 6  Great  King  of  grace,  my  heart  fubduc;. 
 I  would  be  led  in  triumph  too, 
 
 A  willing  captive  to  my  Lord, 
 Apd  ling  the  vict'rics  of  his  wor£. 
 
B..IL-    SPIRITUAL  SONGS.       zei 
 
 HYMN    CXLV.     Common  Metre. 
 Sight  through  a  G/afs,  and  Face  to  Face* 
 1    T  LOVE  the  windows  of  thy  grace, 
 JL    Through  which  my  Lord  is  feen  j 
 And  long  to  meet  my  Saviour's  face, 
 Without  a  glafs  between. 
 %  Oh?  that  the  happy  hour  were  come8 
 To  change  my  faith  to  fight  ! 
 I  mould  behold  my  Lord  at  home 
 In  a  diviner  light. 
 
 3  Hafte,  my  Beloved,  and  remove 
 Thefe  interpoUng  days  ; 
 Then  fhall  my  paffions  all  be  love» 
 And  all  my  pow'rs  be  praife. 
 
 HYMN    CXLVI,      Long  Metre. 
 The  Vanity  of  Creatures. 
 
 %   T\  /T^N  ^as  a  ^ou*  °*  Vd^  denres  ; 
 
 1VJL  He  buras  within  with  reftiefs  fires  §?, 
 Toft  to  and  fro,  his  paffions  fly 
 From  vanity  to  vanity. 
 
 %  In  vain,  on  earth,  we  hope  to  find 
 Some  folid.good  to  fill  the  mind  : 
 We  try  new  pleaiures— hut  we  feel 
 The  inward  thiift  and  torment  ftilL 
 
 3  So,  when  a  raging  fever  bunvs, 
 
 We  fhift  from  fide  to  fide,  by  turns  ; 
 
 And  'tis  a  poor  relief  we  gain, 
 
 To  change  the  place,  but  keep  the  pairj» 
 
 4  Great  God  !  fubdue  this  vicious  thirft» 
 This  love  to  vanity  andduft ; 
 
 Cure  this  vile  fever  of  the  mind, 
 And  feed  our  fouls  with  joys  refin'd, 
 
 HYMN    CXLVII.     Common  Metrg, 
 
 The  Creation  of  the  World'.      Gsn.  i, 
 
 I  "  ^JOW  let  a  fpacious  woild  arife," 
 1  ^»    Said  the  Creator  Lord  : 
 At  once  th'  obed'ent  earth  and  fkieS; 
 Rofe  at  his  fev'reign  word. 
 
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 HYMNS      and         B.  II. 
 
 s  Dark  was  the  deep  ;  the  waters  lay 
 Confus'd,  and  drown'd  the  land  ; 
 He  call'd  the  light — the  new-born  day 
 Attends  on  his  command. 
 
 3  He  bids  the  clouds  afuend  on  high  j 
 The  clouds  afcend,  and  bear 
 A  wat'ry  treafure  to  the  fky, 
 And  float  on  fofter  air. 
 
 4.  The  liquid  element  below 
 Was  gather'd  by  his  hand  ; 
 The  rolling  feas  together  flow» 
 And  leave  the  folid  land. 
 
 5  With  herbs  and  plants  (a  ftow'ry  birth) 
 
 The  naked  globe  he  crown'd. 
 Ere  there  was  rain  to  blefs  the  earth, 
 Or  fun  to  warm  the  ground. 
 
 6  Then  he  adorn'd  the  upper  fkies  ; 
 
 Behold  the  fun  appears  ; 
 The  moon  and  ftars  in  order  riie, 
 To  mark  our  months  and  years. 
 
 7  Out  of  the  deep  th'  Almighty  King 
 
 Did  vital  beings  frame  ; 
 The  painted  fowls  of  ev'ry  wing, 
 And  titli  of  ev'ry  name. 
 
 £  He  gave  the  lion  and  the  worm 
 At  once  their  wond'rous  birth  ; 
 And  grazing  beafts,  of  var'ous  form* 
 Role  from  the  teeming  earth. 
 
 9  Adam  was  fram'd  of  equal  clay, 
 Tho*  fov'reign  of  the  refe, 
 D^fign'd  for  nobler  ends  than  they, 
 With  God's  own  image  blt-ft. 
 
 10 Thus,  glor'ous  in  tlie  Maker's  eye. 
 The  yourg  creation  ft - 
 He  faw  the  building  from  on  high, 
 His  word  projiounc'd  it  good. 
 
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 -si  Lordt  while  the  frame  of  nature  ftands> 
 Thy  praife  ihall  fill  my  tongue  : 
 But  the  new  wo/rld  of  grace  demands 
 A  more  exalted  fong. 
 
 HYMN    CXLVIII.     Common  Metre, 
 
 God  reconciled  in  Chrijl. 
 
 ■i  T~\  E  A  R  E  S  T  of  all  the  names  above, 
 X-J     My  'Jefus,  and  my  God  ! 
 Who  can  refift  thy  heav'niy  iove» 
 Or  triiie  with  thy  blood  ? 
 
 &  "Tis  by  the  merits  of  thy  death 
 The  Falher  fmiles  again  ; 
 'Tis  by  thine  interceding  breath 
 The  Spirit  dwells  with  men. 
 
 3   Till  God,  in  human  flefti,  I  fee, 
 My  thoughts  no  comfort  find  5 
 The  holy,  juil  and  facred  Three 
 Are  terrors  to  my  mind. 
 
 4.  But  if  Emmanuel's  face  appearp 
 My  hope,  my  joy  begins  5 
 His  name  forbids  my  flavifh  fear9 
 His  grace  removes  my  fins. 
 
 5  While  Jews  on  their  own  law  rely* 
 
 And  Greeks  of  wifdom  boaft  ;  * 
 
 J  love  th'  incarnate  myflery, 
 And  there  I  fix  my  truft. 
 
 H  Y  M  N    CXLIX.     Common  Metre- 
 
 Honour    to    Magijirates* 
 
 2    INTERNAL    Sov'reign   of  the   fky» 
 JCj     And  Lord  of  all  below, 
 We  mortals  to  thy  Majefty 
 Our  fiiit  obed'ence  owe. 
 
 a  Our  fouls  adore  thy  throne  fupreme, 
 And  blefs  thy  providence, 
 For  magistrates  of  meaner  name* 
 Cur  glory  and  defence. 
 
«Af  HYMNS    and  B.K. 
 
 ^  [The  rulers  of  thefe  States  (hail  fhinc 
 With  rays  above  the  reft, 
 Where  laws  and  liberties  combine 
 To  make  the  nation  blefs'd.] 
 
 4  Kingdoms  on  firm  foundations  ftand 
 
 While  virtue  finds  reward  ; 
 And  finners  periih  from  the  land* 
 By  juitice,  and  the  fword. 
 
 5  Let  Caefar's  due  be  ever  paid 
 
 To  Csefar  and  his  throne  ; 
 But  conferences:  and  fouls  were  made 
 To  be  the  Lord's  alone. 
 
 HYMN    CL.     Common  Metre. 
 The  Dece\tfulnef%   of  Sin. 
 a    Q  1  N  has  a  thoufand  treach'rous  arts 
 k3     To  pradife  on  the  mind  ; 
 With  tiatt'nng  looks  ihe  tempts  our' hearts. 
 But  leaves  a  fting  behind. 
 
 a  With  names  of  virtue  (he  deceives 
 The  aged  and  the  young  ; 
 And.  while  the  heedlefs  wretch  believes* 
 She  makes  his  fetters  ftrong. 
 
 3  She  pleads  for  all  the  joys  fhe  brings, 
 
 And  gives  a  fair  pretence  ;  ■» 
 
 But  cheats  the  foul  of  heav'nly  things, 
 And  chains  it  down  to  fenfe. 
 
 4  So.  on  a  tree  divinely  fair. 
 
 Grew  the  forbidden  food  ; 
 Our  mother  toolc  the  poifon  there, 
 And  tainted  all  her  blood. 
 
 HYMN    CIJ.    .  Long  Metre. 
 Pn,f>!.>ecv    and    Inffivation. 
 I  "'TWAS    by    an  order  from  the  Lord, 
 A     The  ancient  prophets  fpoke  his  word  ; 
 His  fpint  did  their  tongues  infpite. 
 And  warm'd  their  hearts  with  hvjav'nly  fi re. 
 2.  The  works  and  wonders  which  thev  wrought, 
 Confh  m'd  tiie  me(J;»ges  they  brought ; 
 
B.  II.     SPIRITUAL  SONGS.     '20> 
 
 The  prophet's  pen  fucceeds  his  breath. 
 To  fave  the  holy  words  from  death* 
 
 •3   Great  God  !  mine  eyes  with  pleafure  look 
 Or  the  dear  volume  of  thy  book  ; 
 There  my  Redeemer's  face  I  fee, 
 And  read  his  name,  who  dy'd  for  me. 
 
 .4  Let  the  falfe  raptures  of  the  mind 
 Be  loft,  and  vaniih  in  the  wind  ; 
 Here  I  can  fix  my  hope  i'ecure  ; 
 This  is  thy  word,  and  muft  endure. 
 
 HYMN   CLII.     Common  Metre. 
 Sinai  and  Zion.     Heb.  xii.  ver.  18,  &c» 
 
 s   "jVTOT  to  the  terrors  of  the  Lord? 
 i/SI    The  tempeft,  fire,  and  frnoke ; 
 Not  to  the  thunder  of  that  word 
 
 Which  God  on  Sinai  fpoke :  > 
 
 s  But  we  are  come  to  Zion's  hill, 
 The  city  of  our  God, 
 Where  milder  words  declare  his  willj 
 Andfpread  his  love  abroad. 
 
 3  Behold  th'  innumerable  holt 
 
 Of  angels,  cloth'd  in  light ! 
 Behold  the  fpirits  of  the  juft, 
 Whofe  faith  is  turn'd  to  fight  i 
 
 4  Behold  the  bleft  affembly  there, 
 
 Whofe  names  are  writ  in  heav'n  1 
 And  God,  the  Judge  of  all,  declares 
 Their  vileft  lins  Ycrgiv'n, 
 
 5  The  faintsy  on  earth,  and  all  the  dead* 
 •    But  one  communion  make; 
 
 AH  join  in  Chrift,  their  living  Head» 
 And  of  his  grace  partake. 
 
 ■6  In  fuch  ficciety  as  this 
 
 My  weary  foul  would  reft  : 
 
 S 
 
2g5  HYMNS     and  B.  U. 
 
 The  man  who  dwells  where  Jefus  is 
 Muit  be  forever  bleft. 
 
 HYMN   CLIII.     Common  Metre. 
 
 Dijlempery    Folly    and   Madnefs    of  Sin* 
 
 I    Q  I  N,  like  a  venomous  difeafe, 
 O  Infedls  our  vital  blood  : 
 The  only  balm  is  fov 'reign  grace. 
 And  the  phyfician,  God. 
 
 z  Our  beauty  and  our  ftrength  are  fled. 
 And  we  draw  near  to  Heath  ; 
 But  Chrift  the  Lord  recalls  the  dead 
 With  his  almighty  breath. 
 
 3  Madnefs,  by  nature,  reigns  within, 
 
 The  pafllcns  burn  and  rage  ; 
 Till  God's  own  Son,  with  (kill  divine, 
 The  inward  fire  afluagc. 
 
 4  [We  lick  the  duft,  we  grafp  the  wind* 
 
 And  folid  good  defpife  : 
 Such  is  the  folly  of  the  mind, 
 Till  Jefus  makes  us  wife.] 
 
 5  We  give  our  fouls  the  wounds  they  feel, 
 
 We  drink  thcpois'isous  gall, 
 
 And  rufli  with  fury  down  to  hell  ; 
 
 But  heav'n  prevents  the  fall. 
 
 6  The  man,  pofl'efs'd,  among  the  tombs$ 
 
 Cuts  his  own  rleih,  and  cries  : 
 He  foams  and  raves,  till  Jefus  comes, 
 And  the  foul  fpirit  flies. 
 
 HYMN    CLIV.     Long  Metre. 
 
 Self-Rigbieoufnef;  infufficlt?it. 
 
 i  "  T  T  711ERE  are  the  mourners,  faith  the  Lordj 
 <i    VV     Who  wait  :nd  tremble  at  my  word? 
 ««  Who  walk  id  dnrknefs  all  the  day  ? 
 «'  Come,  make  my  name  your  trufl  and  ilay, 
 
 (i  [No  works  nor  duties  of  your  own 
 **  Can  for  t!i^  fm^Uelt  iin  atone  : 
 
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 The  robes  which  nature  may  provide, 
 Will  not  your  leaft  pollution  hide. 
 
 The  fofteit  couch  which  nature  knows, 
 Can  give  the  conscience  rfo  repol'e  : 
 Look  to  my  right'aufnefs,  and  live  ; 
 Comfort  and  peace  are  mine  to  give.] 
 
 Ye  fons  of  pride3  who  kindle  coals 
 With  your  own  hands,  to  warm  your  fouls; 
 Walk  in  the  light  cf  your  own  lire* 
 Enjoy  the  foarks  which  ye  defire. 
 
 This  is  your  portion  at  my  hands  ; 
 Hell  waits  you  with  her  iron  bands  ; 
 Ye  (hall  lie  down  in  forrow  there, 
 In  death,  in  darknefs,  and  deipair.'* 
 
 HYMN    CLV.     Common  Metre. 
 
 Chriji  our  Pajfover. 
 
 O,  the  destroying  angel  flies 
 To  Phar'oh's  Stubborn  land  ! 
 The  pride  and  flow'r  of  Egypt  dies 
 By  his  vindictive  hand. 
 
 He  pafs'd  the  tents  of  Jacob  o'er, 
 Nor  pour'd  the  wrath  divine ; 
 
 H?  law  the  blood  on  evrry  door, 
 And  blefs'd  the  peaceful  fign. 
 
 3 
 
 Thus  the  appointed  lamb  muft  bleed, 
 To  break  th'  Egyptian  yoke  ; 
 
 Thus  Ifr'el  is  from  bondage  freed* 
 And  'fcapes.the  angel's  itroke. 
 
 4  Lordt  if  my  heart  were  fprinkled  to* 
 With  blocd  lo  rich  as  thine, 
 Jultice  no  longer  would  puriue 
 This  guilty  foul  of  mine. 
 
 £  Jefus  our  Paffover  was  flain, 
 And  has  at  once  procur'd. 
 
2oS  HYMNS     and  B.  II 
 
 freedom  from  fatan's  heavy  chain, 
 And  God's  avenging  fword. 
 
 H  Y  M  N    CLVI.     Common  Metre. 
 
 Frefumption  and  Defpair. 
 
 \   T  HATE  the  tempter  and  his  charms; 
 -1    I  hate  his  flatt'ring  breath  ; 
 The  ferpent  takes  a  thoufand  forms, 
 To  cheat  our  fouls  to  death. 
 
 2  He  feeds  our  hopes  with  airy  dreams, 
 Or  kills  wirh  ilaviih  fear  ; 
 And  holds  us  frill  in  wide  extremes, 
 Prefurnption,  or  del  pair. 
 
 g  Now  he  perfuades,  hew  eafy  'tis 
 To  walk  the  road  to  heav'n  ; 
 Anon  he  fweils  our  fins,  and  cries 
 They  cannot  be  forgiv'n. 
 
 4  He  bids  young  finners yet  forbear 
 
 To  think  of  God,  or  death  ; 
 
 «•  For  prayer  and  devotion  are 
 
 ««  But  melancholy  breath.'" 
 
 5  He  tells  the  aged  they  mujl  die, 
 
 "  And  'tis  too  late  to  pray  ; 
 ««  In  vain  tor  mercy  now  they  cry, 
 *'  For  they  have  loft  their  day." 
 
 6  Thus  he  fupports  his  cruel  throne 
 
 By  mifchief  and  deceit ; 
 And  drags  the  fons  of  Adam  down 
 To  darknefs  and  the  pit. 
 
 7  Almighty  God,  cut  fhort  his  pow'r; 
 
 Let  him  in  darknefs  dwell; 
 And,  that  he  vex  the  earth  no  more, 
 Confine  him  down  to  hell. 
 
 *N 
 
 HYMN"    CLVI  I.     Common  Metre. 
 
 The  fume. 
 
 O  W  faian  comes  with  dreadful  roar*.. 
 And  threatens  to  deftroy  ; 
 
B.  II.     SPIRITUAL  SONGS.     209 
 
 He  worries  whom  he  can't  devour* 
 With  a  malicious  joy. 
 
 2  Ye  forts  of  God,  oppofe  his  rage, 
 
 Refift,  and  he'll  be  gone; 
 Thus  did  our  deareft  Lord  engage 
 And  vanquilh  him  alone. 
 
 3  Now  he  appears  almoft  d;vine» 
 
 Like  innocence  and  love  ; 
 But  the  old  ferpent  lurks  within. 
 When  he  aifumes  the  dove. 
 
 4  Fly  from  the  falfe  deceiver's  tongue, 
 
 Ye  fons  of  Adam,  fly  ; 
 Our  parents  found  the  fnare  tooflrong, 
 Nor  lhould  the  children  try. 
 
 KYMN    CLVIII.     Long  Metre. 
 
 Feiv  faved ;  or,  the  alm'-jl  Chrijiian,  the  Hypocrite* 
 and  Apiyftate. 
 
 'B 
 
 R  O  A  D  is  the  road  which -leads  to  death-, 
 Ana1  thoufands  walk  together  there  \ 
 Bat  wifdom  {hews  a  narr'wer  path. 
 With  here  and  there  a  traveller. 
 
 2  «  Deny  thyfelf,  and  take  thy  crofs," 
 Is  the  Redeemer's  great  command  ! 
 Nature  mull  count  her  gold  but  drofs* 
 If  (he  would  gain  this  heav'nly  land. 
 
 3  The  fearful  foul,  who  tires  and  faints* 
 And  walks  the  ways  of  God  no  more. 
 Is  but  efteem'd  almoft  a  faint, 
 
 And  makes  his  own  destruction  fure. 
 
 4  Lord,  let  not  all  my  hopes  be  vain ;. 
 Create  my  heart  entirely  new  ; 
 This  hypocrites  did  ne'er  attains 
 And.  ialfe  apoitates  never  knew, 
 
 s  a 
 
&ia  HYMNS     and  B. 
 
 H  Y  M  N    CUX.      Common  Metre. 
 xcottverted  Jiate ;    sr,    Converting    G 
 
 i    /"^  II  E  A  T  King  of  glory,  and  of  graca  ' 
 \JJ      We  own,  with  humble  lhame, 
 Hqw  vile  i;  our  degen'ratc  race. 
 And  our  tfrft  Father's  name  ! 
 
 2  From  Adam  flows,  our  tainted  blood- 
 
 The  poifort  reigns  within  ; 
 Makes  us  averfe  to  all  that's  good. 
 And  willing  flaves  to  fin. 
 
 3  [Daily  we  break  thy  holy  lav 
 
 And  then  reject  thy  grace  ,- 
 Zngag'd  in  the  old  ferpcrrt'a  caufe, 
 
 Agaiafl  our  Makers  face.] 
 
 \  We  live  eftrang'd  afar  from  God»  • 
 And  love  the  diltancc  well  ; 
 With  hade  we  run  the  dangerous  roadj 
 Wnich  leads,  to  death  and  hell. 
 
 5  And  can  fuch  rebels  be  reltord  ? 
 natures  made  divine  ? 
 Le:  firrners  fee  th  .  Lord, 
 
 And  feel  this  po-.v'r  c  f  ihine. 
 
 j  We  raii'e  our  Father's  name  on  high; 
 Who  hib  own  Spirit  fends 
 To  bring  rebellious  Itrangers  nigh, 
 And  turn  his  ioa  t?  friends. 
 
 H  Y  M  N    CLX.     Lohg  Metre, 
 
 Cuft  j>n  in  Sin. 
 
 \    T     E  T  the  wild  leopards  of  the  wood 
 X~j  Put  off  the  i'pets  which  nature  gives; 
 Then  may  tne  wicked  turn  to  God, 
 And  change  their  tempers,- and  their  live?, 
 
 i  A    well  might  Ethiopian  flave> 
 Wafh  out  the  daknefs  of  their  fkin  ; 
 The  dead  as  well  may  leave  their  graves? 
 As  old  tranfgrefFors  ceafe  to  fin. 
 
B.  II.     SPIRITUAL  SONGS.     21* 
 
 3  Where  vice  has  held  its  empire  long, 
 'Twill  not  endure  the  leaft  controui; 
 None  but  a  pow'r  divinely  ftrong 
 Can  turn  the  current  oi"  the  foul. 
 
 4  Great  God  !  I  own  thy  pow'r  divine* 
 Which  loon  can  change  this  heart  of  mine  ; 
 I  would  be  form'd  anew,  and  blefs 
 
 The  wonders  of  creating  grace. 
 
 HYMN   CLX'I.     Common  Metre. 
 Cbrijiian  Virtues. 
 x    C  T  R  A I  T  is  the  way,  the  door  is  ftraitj. 
 O  Which  leads  to  joys  on  high  ; 
 JTis  but  a  few  who  tin d  the  gate, 
 While  crowds  miftake  and  die. 
 
 2  Beloved/?//*  muft  be  deny'd. 
 
 The  mind  and  will  renew'd, 
 Paflion  fupprefs'd,  and  patience  try'dj 
 And  vain  defire  fubdu'd. 
 
 3  Fleth  is  a  dang'rous  foe  to  grace, 
 
 Where  it  prevails  and  rules  ; 
 Flefti  mull  be  humbled,  pride  abas'd? 
 Left  they  deftroy  our  fouls. 
 
 4  The  love  of  gold  be  baniflrd  hence? 
 
 (That  vile  idolatry) 
 And  ev'ry  member,  ev'ry  fenfe 
 In  fweet  fubje&ion  lie. 
 
 5  The  tongue,  that  moft  unruly  pow'r? 
 
 Requires  a  ftrong  reftraint : 
 We  muft  be  watchful  ev'ry  hour, 
 And  pray,  but  never  faint. 
 
 6  Lord  !  can  a  feeble,  helplefs  worm 
 
 Fulfil  a  tail:  fo  hard  ? 
 Thy  grace  muft  all  my  work  perform* 
 And  give  the  free  reward. 
 
 HYMN   CLXII.     Common  Metre. 
 
 Meditation  of  Heaven. 
 Y  thoughts  furmount  thefe  lower  IkieSp-. 
 And  look  within  the  veil ; 
 
212  HYMNS    and  B.  H* 
 
 There  fprings  of  endlefs  pleafure  rife? 
 Whofe  waters  never  fail. 
 
 a  There  I  behold,  with  fweet  delight, 
 The  blefied  Tfrree  in  One  ; 
 And  ftrong  affections  fix  my  fight 
 On  God's  incarnate  Son. 
 
 3  His  promife  ftand>  forever  firm, 
 
 His  grace  mall  ne'er  depart  : 
 He  binds  my  name  upon  his  arm, 
 And  feals  it  on  his  heart.    * 
 
 4  Ligbt  are  the  pains  which  nature  brings  ; 
 
 How  fhort  our  forrows  are. 
 When,  with  eternal,  future  things, 
 The  prefeni  we  compare  ! 
 
 5  I  would  not  be  a  ftranger  ftill 
 
 To  that  celeftial  place, 
 Where  I  forever  hope  to  dwell 
 Near  my  Redeemer's  face. 
 
 HYMN    CLXIII.     Common  Metre. 
 
 Complaint    of  Deferticn   and    Temptations. 
 
 >   T~\  EAR  I,ord,  behold  our  fore  diflrefs  ; 
 JL-/  Our  fins  attempt  to  reign  ; 
 Stretch  out  thine  arm  of  conq'ring  grace, 
 And  let  thy  foes  be  llain. 
 
 2  The  lion,  with  his  dreadful  roar, 
 
 Affrights  thy  feeble  fheep  : 
 Reveal  the  glory  of  thy  pow'r, 
 And  chain  him  to  the  deep. 
 
 3  Muft  we  indulge  a  long  defpair  ? 
 
 Shall  our  petitions  die  ? 
 Our  mournings  never  reach  thine  ear** 
 Nor  tears  affect  thine  eye  ? 
 
 4  If  thou  defpife  a  mortal's  groan, 
 
 Yet  hear  a  Saviour's  blood  ; 
 An  advocate,  fo  near  thy  throne, 
 •  Pleads  and  prevails  with  Cod.. 
 
B.IL     SPIRITUAL  SONGS.      213 
 
 5  He  bought  the  Spirit's  pow'rfiil  fword. 
 
 To  flay  our  deadly  foes  ; 
 Our  fins  fhall  die  beneath  thy  word, 
 And  hell  in  vain  oppofe. 
 
 6  How  boundlefs  is  our  Father's  grace, 
 
 In  height,  and  depth,  and  length  I 
 He  made  his  Son  our  righteoufnefs, 
 His  Spirit  is  our  ftrength. 
 
 H  Y  M  N    CLXI.V,     Common  Metre, 
 TLe  End  cf  the   World. 
 
 3   "\X  7"  HY  fhould  this  earth  delight  us  fo  i 
 VV     Why  fhould  we  fix  our  eyes 
 On  thefe  low  grounds,  where  forrows  grow* 
 And  ev'ry  pleafure  dies  ? 
 
 2.  While  time  his  fharj>eft  teeth  prepares 
 Our  comforts  to  devour, 
 There  is  a  land  above  the  ftars» 
 And  joys  above  his  pow'r. 
 
 3  Nature  fhall  be  diffolv'd  and  die— 
 
 The  fun  mufi  end  his  race  : 
 The  earth  and  fea  forever  fly, 
 Before  my  Saviour's  face. 
 
 4  When  will  that  glor'ous  morning  rife  ? 
 
 When  the  laft  trumpet  found  ?• 
 
 And  call  the  nations  to  the  ikies, 
 
 From  underneath  the  ground^ 
 
 HYMN    CLXV.     Common  Metre. 
 
 XJnfruitfulnefs)  Ignorance  'and unfanBified  AffeBhx&k: 
 
 i   T     O  N  G  have  I  fat  beneath  the  found; 
 i-i  Of  thy  falvation,  Lord  ; 
 But  ftill  how  weak  my  faith  is  found» 
 And  knowledge  of  thy  word. 
 
 a  Oft  I  frequent  thy  holy  place, 
 And  hear,  almoft  in  vain: 
 How  fmall  a  portion  of  thy  grace 
 My  siem'ry  can  retain  I 
 
2*4  H  Y  M  N  S      and  B.  II. 
 
 3  [My  dear  Almighty,  and  my  Cod> 
 
 How  little  art  thou  known 
 Hy  all  the  judgments  of  thy  rod, 
 And  bleflings  of  thy  throne  ! 
 
 4  How  cold  and  feeble  is  my  love  I 
 
 How  negligent  my  fear  ! 
 How  low  my  hope  of  joys  above ! 
 How  few  affections  there  !j 
 
 5  Great  God  !  thy  fov'reign  pow'r  impart, 
 
 To  give  thy  word  fuccelV; 
 Write  thy  falvation  in  my  heart, 
 And  make  me  learn  thy  grace. 
 
 6  Shew  my. forgetful  feet  the  way 
 
 Which  leads  to  joys  on  high  ; 
 There  knowledge  grows  without  decay. 
 And  love  fhall  never  die. 
 
 *H 
 
 HYMN   CLXVI.     Common  Metre. 
 
 The  Divine  PtrfeElions. 
 
 O  W  fhall  I  praife  th'  eternal  God  ? 
 That  Infinite  Unknown  ? 
 Who  can  alcend  hla  high  abode, 
 Or  venture  near  his  throne  ? 
 
 a  [The  great  Ir.vifible  !   He  dwells 
 Conceal 'd  in  dazzling  light ; 
 But  his  ail-fearching  eye  reveals 
 The  fecrets  of  the  night. 
 
 3  Thofe  watchful  eyes,  which  sever  f!eep» 
 
 Survey  rhe  world  around  ; 
 His  wifdom  is  a  boundlcfs  deep, 
 
 Where  all  our  thoughts  are  drawn'd] 
 
 4  [Speak  we  of  flretigth  ?  His  aim  is  flronj, 
 
 To  fave,  or  to  deltroy  ; 
 Infinite  years  his  life  prolong, 
 And  endlefs  i»  his  joy. 
 
 $  He  knows  no  fhadow  of  a  changes 
 Nor  alters  his  decrees  j 
 
B.  II.     SPIRITUAL    SONGS.     21^ 
 
 Firm  as  a  *rock  his  truth  remains. 
 To  guard  his  promifes.  j 
 
 6  Sinners  before  his  prefence  die  t 
 How  holy  is  his  name  ! 
 His  anger  and  his  jealoufy 
 Burn  like  devouring  flame. 
 
 *]  juftice,  upon  a  dreadful  thronct 
 Maintains  the  rights  of  God ; 
 While  mercy  fends  her  pardons  down, 
 Bought  with  a  Saviour's  blood. 
 
 3  Now  to  my  fouli  immortal  King, 
 Speak  fome  forgiving  word  ; 
 Then  'twill  be  double  joy  to  ling 
 The  glories  of  my  Lord. 
 
 HYMN    CLXVH.     Long  Mefts, 
 
 The  D'fjint  Perfections.  ; 
 
 3  f>  RE  AT  God,  thy  glories  mail  employ 
 vJF  My  holy  fear,  my  humble  joy ; 
 My  lips,  in  fongs  of  honour,  bring 
 Their  tribute  to  th'  eternal  King 
 
 a  £Earth  and  the  ftars,  and  worlds  unknown.-. 
 Depend  precarious  on  his  throne ; 
 All  nature  hangs  upon  his  word, 
 And  grace  and  glory  own  their  Lord. 
 
 3  His  fov'reign  pow'r  what  mortal  knows  ? 
 Jf  he  command,  who  dare  oppofe  ? 
 With  ftrength  he  girds  himfelf  around, 
 And  treads  the  rebels  to  the  ground.] 
 
 4  Who  ihall  pretend  to  teach  him  (kill  ? 
 Or  guide  the  counfels  of  his  will  ? 
 His  vvifdom,  like  a  fea  divine, 
 Flows  deep  and  high  beyond  our  line. 
 
 5  His  name  is  holy,  and  his  eye 
 Burns  with  immortal  jealoufy  : 
 
 He  hates  the  fons  of  pride — and  fhsds 
 His  fiery  vengeance  on  their  heads. 
 
2i6  H  Y  M  N  S      and  B.  II. 
 
 6  The  beamings  of  his  piercing  fight 
 Bring  dark  hypocrify  to  light ; 
 Death  and  deftruclion  naked  lie* 
 And  hell  uncover'd  to  his  eye. 
 
 7  Th'  eternal  law  before  him  ftands  ; 
 His  juftice,  with  impartial  hands, 
 Divides  to  all  their  due  reward, 
 Or  by  the  feeptre*  or  the  fword. 
 
 -S  His  mercy,  like  a  boundlefs  fea, 
 Wafhes  our  loads  of  guilt  away, 
 While  his  own  Son  came  down  and  dy'd 
 T'  engage  his  juftice  on  our  fide. 
 
 a  Each  of  his  words  demands  my  faith, 
 My  foul  can  reft  on  all  he  faith  ; 
 His  truth  inviolably  keeps 
 The  krgeft  promife  of  his  lips. 
 
 lo  Oh,  teiltne,  with  -a  gentle  voice, 
 Thou  art  my  God — and  I'll  rejoice! 
 Till'd  with  thy  love,  I  dare  proclaim 
 The  brighteft  honours  of  thy  name. 
 
 HYMN   CL XVIII.     Long  Metre. 
 The  feme. 
 
 2      TEHOVAH  reigns,  his  throne  is  high — 
 %)    His  robes  are  light  and  majefty  ; 
 His  glory  fnines  with  beams  fo  blight, 
 No  mortal  can  fuftain  the  fight. 
 
 12,  His  terrors  keep  the  world  in  awe» 
 His  juftice  guards  his  holy  law; 
 His  love  reveals  a  fmiiing  face, 
 His  truth  and  promife  leal  the  grace. 
 
 «j  Through  all  his  works  hiswifdom  fhines» 
 And  baffles  fatan's  deep  deligns; 
 His  pow'r  is  fov'iugn  to  fulfil 
 The  nobleft  couufcis  ot  his  will. 
 
 4  And  will  f his  glor'ous  Lord  defcend 
 To  be  my  Father  and  my  Friend  ? 
 
M  II.      SBI-RITUAL  SONGS.      217 
 
 Then  let  my  foDgs  with  angels  join  j 
 Heav'n  is  i'ecnre,   if  God  be  mine. 
 
 H  Y  M  N    CLXIX.     Particular  Metre,  T 
 
 The  fame, 
 
 1  T^  H  E  Lord  Jehovah  reigns  ; 
 J-     His  throne  is  built  on  high.  5 
 The  garments  he  aiTurnes 
 Are  light  and  majefty  : 
 His  glories  fhine 
 Witn  beams  fo  bright, 
 '  No  mortal  eye 
 Can  bear  the 'figfft. 
 
 TJhfe  thunders  of  his  hand 
 Keep  the  wide  world  in  awe  ; 
 His  wrath  and  juftice  Hand 
 To  guard  his  holy  law  : 
 
 And  where  bis  love 
 
 Refolves  to  blefs, 
 
 His  truth  confirms 
 
 And  feals  the  grace. 
 
 3  Through  all  his  ancient  works. 
 Surprifing  v/ifdom  (bines, 
 Confounds  the  pow'rs  of  hell* 
 And  breaks"  their  eurs'd  defigns  t 
 
 Strong  is  his  arm, 
 And  (hall-fulfil 
 His  great  decrees, 
 His  i'ovr'reign  will. 
 
 4  And  can  this  mighty  King 
 Of  glory  condefcend  ? 
 And  \\ill  he  write  his  name 
 My  Father  and  my  Friend  ? 
 
 1  love  his  name, 
 I  love  his  word  ; 
 Join,  all  my  pow'rs, 
 And  praife  the  Lord. 
 •       T 
 
2i*  HYMNS     and  B.H, 
 
 H  Y  M  N    CLXX.      Long  Metre. 
 God  incomprehevf.bU  and  fiver  e\g*m 
 
 I  Zf^  AN  creatures  to  perfection,  find 
 Ks   Th'  eternal,  uncreated  mind  ? 
 Or  can  the  largeft  ftretch  of  thought 
 Meafure  and  fearch  his  nature  out  ? 
 
 a  'Tis  high  as  heav'n,   'tis  deep  as  hell, 
 And  what  can  mortals  know  or  tell  ? 
 His  glory  fpreads  beyond  the  fky, 
 And  all  the  mining  worlds  on  high. 
 
 3  But  man,  vain  man,  would  fain  be  wife  : 
 Born  like  a  wild  young  colt,  he  flies 
 Through  all  the  follies  of  his  mind, 
 And  fmclls  and  f nulls  the  empty  wind.]} 
 
 4  God  is  a  King,  of  pow'r  unknown  ; 
 Firm  are  the  orders  of  his  throne  ; 
 If  he  refolve,  who  dare  oppofe. 
 
 Or  afk  him  why  or  what  lie  does  ? 
 
 5  He  wounds  the  heart,  and  he  makes  whole  ; 
 He  calms  the  tempeft  of  the  foul  : 
 
 When  he  fhuts  up  in  long  defpair, 
 Who  can  remove  the  heavy  bar  ? 
 
 6  He  frowns,  and  darknefs  veils  the  rrioonj 
 The  fainting  fun  grows  dim  at  noon  ; 
 The  pillars  of  heav'n's  ftarry  roof 
 Tremble  and  ftart  at  his  reproof. 
 
 7  He  gave  the  vaulted  heav'n  its  form. 
 The  crooked  ferpent  and  the  worm  ; 
 He  breaks  the  billows  with  his  breath* 
 And  fmites  the  fons  of  pride  to  death. 
 
 S  Thefe  are  a  portion  of  his  ways  : 
 But  who  fhall  dare  dcfciibe  his  face-? 
 Who  can  endure  his  lighr,  or  ftand 
 To  hear  the  thunders  of  his  hand  ? 
 
 END  of  tht  SECOND  BOOK. 
 
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 O  O  K    III. 
 
 J-R  EPA  RED   FOR   THE   HOLY  •  p&D.INANCi 
 OF   THE 
 
 LORD'S  SUPPER, 
 
 HYMN   I.     Long  Metre. 
 Tbs  Lord's-Supper  infiltuied.    i  Cor.  xi.  'stj 
 
 j  'HP  WAS  on  that  dark,  that  doleful  night, 
 A     When  pow'rs  of  earth  and  hell  aroie 
 Againft  the  Son  of  God's  delight, 
 And  friends  betray'd  him  to  his  foes. 
 
 C  Before  the  mournful  fcene  began, 
 
 He  took  the  bread,  and  blefs'd  and  brake: 
 What  love  through  all  his  actions  ran  ! 
 What  vvond'rous  words  of  grace  he  fpake  I 
 
 3  This  is  my  body,  broke  for  fin* 
 Receive  and  eat  the  living  food  : 
 
 Then  took  the  cup,  and  blefs'd  the  wine ; 
 'Tis  the  new  cov'nant  of  my  blood. 
 
 4  £For  us  his  flefh  with  najis  was  torn  ; 
 He  bore  the  fccurge,  he  felt  the  than: 
 And  juftice  pour'd  upon  his  head 
 
 Its  heavy  vengeance  in.  our  ftea4« 
 
220  HYMNS     and        B.  Iili 
 
 5  For  us  his  vital  blood  was  fpilr, 
 To  buy  the  pardon  or  our  guilt  ; 
 When,  for  black,  crimes  ct  biggeft  fizc, 
 He  gave  his  foul  a  facrifice.] 
 
 6"  Do  this  (he  cry'd)  till  time  fhall  end, 
 "  In  mem' ty  of  your  dying  friend  ; 
 ««  Meet  at  my  table,  and  record 
 **  The  love  of  your  departed  Lord." 
 
 7  [Jefus,  thy  feafl  we  celebrate, 
 
 We  lhew  thy  death,  we  fing  thy  name, 
 Till  thou  return,  and  we  (hall  eat 
 The  marriage-iupper  of  the  Lamb. 2 
 
 HYMN    II.     Short  Metre. 
 
 Communion  wiih  Chr'tji  and  with  S.ii >•<::> 
 i  Cor.  x.  1 6,  17. 
 
 1  [  TESUS  invites  his  faints 
 ij    To  meet  around  his  board  ;. 
 Here  pardon'd  rebels  fit  and  holdT 
 Communion  with  their  Lord. 
 
 1  For  food  he  give's  his  flefh  ; 
 He  bids  us  drink  his  blood : 
 Amazing  favour  !  matchlefs  grace 
 Of  our  defcending  God  !] 
 
 3  This  holy  bread  and  wine 
 
 Maintain  our  fainting  breath, 
 By  union  with  our  living  Lord, 
 And  int'reft  in  his  death. 
 
 4  Our  heav'nly  Father  calls 
 
 Chvilt  and  his  members  one  ! 
 We  the  young  children  or  his  love, 
 And  he  the  tuft-born  Son, 
 
 5  We  are  but  fev'ral  parts 
 
 Of  the  fame  broken  bread  ; 
 One  body,  with  its  fev'ral  limbSi 
 .But  Jefus4s  the  Head. 
 
B.  III.    SPIRITUAL    SONGS,    221 
 
 6  Let  allour  pow'rs  be  join'd 
 His  glor'ous  name  to  raife  : 
 Pleaiure  and  love  fili  ev'ry  mind. 
 And  ev'ry  voi*e  be  praiie. 
 
 H  Y  M  N    III.     Common  Metre. 
 Ihe  Tseiy  Covenant  fealed. 
 r  «  rYy  H  K  promife  of  my  Father's  love 
 J-     k<  Shall  ftand  forever  good  :" 
 He  faid — and  gave  his  foul  to  death. 
 And  feaPd  the  grace  with  Wood. 
 
 &  To  this  dear  cov'nant  of  thy  word 
 I  fet  my  worthlefs  name  ; 
 
 I  feal  th'  engagement  with  my  Lord* 
 And  make  my  humble  claim. 
 
 3  The  light,  and  ftrength,  and  pard'ning  grace? 
 
 And  glory,  fhall  be  mine  ; 
 My  life  and  foal,  my  heart  and  fie fh, 
 And  all  my  pow'rs  are  thine. 
 
 4  I  call  that  legacy  my  own, 
 
 Which  Jefus  did  bequeath  ; 
 'Twas  purehas'd  with  a  dying  groan? 
 And  ratify'd  in  death. 
 
 £  Sweet  is  the  memory  of  his  name 
 Who  blefs'd  us  in  his  will, 
 And  to  his  teftament  of  love 
 Made  his  own  life  the  leal. 
 
 H  Y  M  N    IV.     Common  Metre. 
 Chr;JI's  Dying  Love. 
 
 3   T  T  OW  condescending-,  and  how  kind 
 
 II  Was  God's  eternal  Sen  ! 
 
 Our  mis'ry  reach'd  las  heav'nly  mind. 
 And  pity  brought  him  down. 
 
 3  fWhen  juftice,  by  ourfins  provck  dn 
 Drew  forth  its  dreadful  iword, 
 He  gave  his  foul  up  to  the  ftrok-5, 
 Without  a  murrn 'ring  word. 
 
222  HYMNS       AND  B.  IIXc 
 
 3  He  funk  beneath  our  heavy  woes, 
 
 To  raife  us  to  his  throne  r 
 There's  ne'er  a  gift  his  hand  beftows, 
 But  coft  his  heart  a  groan.] 
 
 4  This,  was  companion  like  a  God> 
 
 That  when  the  Saviour  knew 
 The  price  of  pardon  was  his  blood  ; 
 His  pity  ne'er  withdrew. 
 
 5  Now»  though  lie  reigns  exalted  high* 
 
 His  love  is  ftill  as  great  : 
 
 Well  he  remembers  Calvary, 
 
 Nor  let  his  faints  forget. 
 
 6  [Here  we  behold  his  bowels  roll 
 
 As  kind  a*  when  he  dy'd  ; 
 And  fee  the  for  rows  of  his  foul 
 Bleed  through  his  wounded  fide. 
 
 7  Here  w.e  receive  repeated  feals 
 
 Of  Jefus'  dying  love: 
 Hard  is  the  wretch  who  never  feels 
 One  foft  affection  move.] 
 
 2  Here  let  our  hearts  begin  to  melt, 
 
 While  we  his  death  record, 
 And.  with  our  joy  for  pardon'd  guilt* 
 Mourn  that  we  piere'd  the  Lord. 
 
 HYMN   V.     Common  Metre. 
 
 Chrlji  the  Bread  of  Life.    John  vi.  3  I,  35,  39, 
 
 1    T     ET  us  adore  th'  Eternal  Word, 
 X-j  'T«s  He  our  fouls  has  fed  : 
 Thou  art  our  living  ftream,  O  Lord, 
 And  thou  th'  immortal  Bread- 
 
 ^[The  manna  came  from  lower  Ikies, 
 But  Jefus  from  above  ; 
 Where  the  frelh  fprings  of  pleafure  rifco 
 And  rivers  flow  with  love. 
 
 3  The  Jews,  the  fathers,  dy'd  at  laft,. 
 
 Who  ate  that  heav'nly  bread  5 
 
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 But  thefe  provifions  which  we  tafte» 
 Can  raife  us  from  the  dead] 
 
 4  Blefs'd  be  the  Lord,  who  gives  his  flefh 
 
 To  nourifh  dying  men,       - 
 And  often  fpreads  his  table  frefh, 
 Left  we  ihould  faint  again. 
 
 5  Our  fouls  mall  draw  their  heav'nly  breath* 
 
 Whilft  Jefus  finds  fupplies  ; 
 Nor  fhall  our  graces  fink  to  deathi 
 For  Jefus  never  dies, 
 
 6  [Daily  our  mortal  fiefh  decays, 
 
 But  Chrift,  our  life,  fhall  come  ; 
 Kis  unrefifted  pow'r  fhall  raife 
 Our  bodies  from  the  tomb.] 
 
 HYMN   VI.     Long  Metre, 
 
 The- Memorial  of  our  ahfsnt  Lord. 
 
 John  xvi.  16.     Luke  xxii.  19.     John  xiv.    xt 
 
 t     T  ESUSis  gone  above  the  fkies, 
 
 J    Where  our  weak,  fenfes  reach  him  net  ; 
 
 And  carnal  objects  court. our  eyes, 
 
 To  thruft  our  Saviour  from  our  thought. 
 
 2  He  knows  what  wand'ring  hearts  we  have^ 
 Apt  to  forget  his  lovely  face ; 
 
 And,  to  refrefh  our  minds,  he  gave 
 Thefe  kind  memorials  of  his  grace. 
 
 3  The  Lord  of  life  this  table  fpread 
 With  his  own  fiefh  and  dying  blood  ; 
 We  on  the  rich  provhien  feed, 
 
 And  tafte  the  wine,  and  blefs  our  Godi 
 
 4  Let  finful  fweets  be  all. forgot, 
 And  earth  grow  lefs  in  our  efteem  ; 
 Chrift  and  his  love  fill  ev'ry  thought? 
 And  faith  and  hope  be  fix'd  on  him..  ' 
 
 5,  Whilft  he  is  abfent  from  our  fightj 
 *X>s  to  prepare  pur  fouls  a  place  ; . 
 
|»4  HYMNS     a:jd       Bi  III. 
 
 That  we  may  iive  in  heav'nly  light, 
 And  dwell  forever  near  his  face. 
 
 6  [Our  eyes  look  upward  to  the  hills 
 Whence  our  returning  Lord  tliall  come; 
 "We  wait  thy  char'ot's  awful  wheels, 
 To  fetch  our  longing  fpirits  home,  j 
 
 HYMN    VII.     Long  Mitre. 
 
 Crucifixion  to  the  JVorld  by  the  Crofs  cf  Chriji* 
 Cal.  vi.  14. 
 
 x  \\ J  H  E  N  I  furvey  the  wonri'rous  crofs 
 VV     On  which  the  Prince  of  glory  dy'd> 
 My  richeft  gain  I  count  but  lofs, 
 And  pour  contempt  on  all  my  pride. 
 
 2  Forbid  it»  Lord,  that  I  fhould  boaft, 
 Save  in  the  death  of  Chrift,  my  God  : 
 All  the  vain  things  which  charm  me  mofi, 
 I  lacrifice  them  to  his  blood. 
 
 3  See  from  his  headr  his  hands,  his  feet, 
 Sorrow  and  love  flow  mingled  down  4 
 Did  e'er  fuch  love  and  forrow  meet  \ 
 Or  thorns  compofe  fo  rich  a  crown  £ 
 
 a.  [His  dying  crimfon,  like  a  robe, 
 Spreads  o'er  his  body  on  the  tree  ; 
 Then  am  I  dead  to  all  the  globe, 
 And  all  the  globe  is  dead  to  me.j 
 
 r,  Were  the  whole  realm  of  nature  mine} 
 That  were  a  preL-nt  far  too  fmall : 
 Love  fo  amazing,  fo  divine. 
 Demands  my  foul,  my  life,  my  all ! 
 
 HYMN   VIII.     Common  Metre; 
 lb*  Tree  of   Life. 
 
 1    /^  O  M  E,  let  us  join  a  joyful  tune 
 V-^   To  our  exalted  Lord, 
 Ve  faints  on  high,  around  his  throne> 
 And  we  around  his  board. 
 
 a;  While  once,  upon  this  lower  ground 
 Weary  and  faint  ye  flood, 
 
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 What  dear  refrelhment  here  ye  found 
 From  this  immortal  fcod  \ 
 
 3  The  tree  of  life,  which  near  the  throne 
 
 In  heav'n's  high  garden  grows, 
 Laden  whit  grace,  benrts  gently  down 
 Its  ever-fmiling  boughs. 
 
 4  [Hov'ring  among  the  leaves,  there  ftands 
 
 The  fueet  celeftial  Dove; 
 And  Jefus  on  the  branches  hangs 
 The  banner  of  his  love. 
 
 <j  *Tis  a  young  heav'n  of  ftrange  delight 
 While  in  his  fhade  we  lit  ; 
 His  fruit  is  pleafing  to  the  fight. 
 And  to  the  tafte  as  fweet. 
 
 6  New  life  it  fpreads  through  dying  hearts? 
 
 And  cheers  the  drooping  mind  ; 
 Vigour  and  joy  the  juice  impar;s, 
 Without  a  fling  behind.] 
 
 7  Now  let  the  flaming  weapon  ftand» 
 
 And  guard  all  Eden's  trees  ; 
 There's  ne'er  a  plant  in  all  that  land 
 Which  bears  fuch  fruit  a3  thefe. 
 
 3  Infinite  grace  our  fouls  adore, 
 
 Whole  wond'rous  hand  has  made 
 This  living  branch  of  fov'reign  pow;£ 
 To  raife  and  heal  ths  dead. 
 
 HYMN    IX.     Short  Metre. 
 
 T&e  Spirit,  the  Water,  and  the  BUod.     I  John,  v.  d* 
 
 t    T    E  T  all  our  tongues  be  one, 
 JL-4  To  praife  our  God  on  high, 
 Who  from  his  bofom  fent  his  Son. 
 To  fetch  us  Itrangers  nigh. 
 
 3  Nor  let  our  voices  ceafe 
 
 To  fing  the  Saviour's  name; 
 
-0  HYMNS     and         B.III, 
 
 jefus,  th.'  EmbalTador  of  peace, 
 How  cheerfully  he  came  ! 
 
 3  It  cod  him  cries  and  tears 
 
 To  bring  us  near  tu  God; 
 Great  wa.>  our  deb:»  and  he  appear 
 To  make  the  payment  good. 
 
 4  My  Saviour's  pierced  fide 
 
 Pour'd  out  a  double  flood  ; 
 By  water  we  are  purify 'd, 
 And  pardon'd  by  the  blood. 
 
 5  Infinite  was  our  guilt, 
 
 But  he,  our  Piicit,  atones; 
 On  the  cold  ground  his  life  was  fpiit, 
 And  offer'd  with  his  groans. 
 
 6  Look  up,  my  foul,  to  him 
 
 Whofe  death  was  thy  delert, 
 And  humbly  view  the  living  dream 
 Flow  from  his  breaking  heart. 
 
 7  There,  on  the  curfed  tree, 
 
 In  dying  pangs  he  lies, 
 Fulfils  his  Father's  great  decree, 
 And  all  our  wants  fupplies. 
 
 8  Thus  the  Redeemer  came, 
 
 By  water,  and  by  blood  ; 
 And  when  the  Spirit  fpeaks  the  fame* 
 We  feel  his  wit  nets  good. 
 
 §  While  the  eternal  Three 
 Fear  their  record  above, 
 Then  I  believe  he  dy'd  for  me, 
 And  feal  my  Saviour's  love. 
 
 io[Lord,  cleanfe  my  foul  from  fin, 
 Nor  let  thy  grace  depart; 
 Great  Comforter  !  abide  within, 
 And  witnefs  to  my  heart] 
 
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 HYMN   X.     Long  Metre. 
 
 Chr'ifl  crucified ;  the  Wifdom  and  Potuer  of  God* 
 
 I   XTATURE  with  open  volume  ftands, 
 lN    To  fpread  her  Maker's  praife  abroad > 
 And  ev'ry  labour  of  his  hands 
 Shews  fomefching  worthy  of  a  God. 
 
 %  But  in  the  grace  which  refcu'd  man 
 Hrs  brightest  form  of  glory  fliines  ; 
 Here,  on  the  crofs,  'tis  faireft  drawn 
 Tn  precious  bloodi  and  crimfon  lines. 
 
 3  [Here  his  whole  name  appears  complete  » 
 Nor  wit  can  guefs,  nor  reafon  prove. 
 Which  of  the  letters  beft  is  -writ, 
 
 The  pow'r,  the  wifdom,  or  the  love.J 
 
 4  Here  I  behold  his  inmoft  heart, 
 
 Where  grace  and  vengeance  ftrangely  join.. 
 Piercing  his  Son  with  lharpeft  fmart, 
 To  make  the  purchas'd  pleafures  mine, 
 
 5  Oh!  the  fweet  wonders  of  that  crofs, 
 Where  God  the  Saviour  lov'd  and  dy'd  J 
 Her  nobleli  life  my  -fpirit  draws 
 
 From  his  dear  wounds,  and  bleeding  fide. 
 
 €  I  would  forever  fpeak  his  name, 
 In  founds  to  mortal  ears  unknown, 
 With  angels  join  to  praife  the  Lambs 
 And  Worlhip  at  his  Father's  throne. 
 
 ?H  Y  M  N    XI.     Common  Metre. 
 
 Pardon  brought  to  our  Senfes. 
 
 x.   "j '    ORD,  how  divine  thy  comforts  aref 
 X-i     How  heav'nly  is  the  place, 
 Where  jefus  fpreads  the  facred  feaft 
 Of  his  redeeming  grace  ! 
 
 a  Here  the  rich  bounties  of  our  God* 
 And  i'weeteft  glories  mine  , 
 Here  Jefus  fays,  that  1  am  his  j 
 And  my  beloved's  mine. 
 
'^r3  HYMNS     and  fr 
 
 3  Here  (fays  the  kind  redeeming  Lord* 
 
 And  fhevvs  ii is  wounded  fide) 
 •<  See  here  the  fpring  of  all  your  joys, 
 ««  Which  open'd  when  J  riy'd.';  '   -      • 
 
 4  [tic  fmiles,  and  cheery  my  mournful  hca  . 
 
 And  tells  of  all  his  pain  : 
 "  All  this,"  lays  he,  "  I  h,-»e  for  ttitt 
 And  then, he  fmiles  .again.] 
 
 5  What  fhall  we  pay  our  lieav'nly  King 
 
 For  grace  fo  vaft  as  tins  ! 
 He  brings  our  pardon  to  our  eyes? 
 And  feals  it  with  a  kils. 
 
 6  [Let  fuch  amazing  loves  as  triefe 
 
 Be  founded  all  abroad  ; 
 Such  favours  are  beyond  degrees, 
 And  worthy  of  a  God  ] 
 
 ■*j  [To  him  who  wafh'd  us  in  his  blood 
 I3e  everlafting  praile, 
 Salvation,  honour,  glory,  pow'r, 
 Eternal  as  his  days.} 
 
 H  Y  M  N    XII.     Common  Metre. 
 
 The  Gofpel-FeaJ}.      Luke  xiv.    16,  &c. 
 
 -.  [  TT  O  W  rich  are  thy  provisions,  Lord  ! 
 Cl   Thy  table  furnifh'd  from  above  ! 
 The  fruits  of  life  o'erfpread  the  board, 
 The  cup  o'erfiows  with  heav'nly  love. 
 
 a  Thine  ancient  family,  the  Jews, 
 Were  firft  invited  to  the  feaft  : 
 We  humbly  take  what  they  reiufc, 
 And  Gentiles  thy  falvation  tafte- 
 
 3  We  are  the  poor,  the  blind,  the  lame  ; 
 And  help  Was  far,  and  death  was  nigh  ! 
 But,  at  the  gofpel-call,  we  came, 
 
 And  ev'ry  want  received  fupply. 
 
 4  From  the  high  way  which  leads  to  hell, 
 From  paths  of  darknefs  and  defpair, 
 
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 Lord,  we  are  come  with  thee  to  dwell. 
 Glad  to  enjoy  thy  prefence  here.] 
 
 5  [What  fhall  we  pay  th'  eternal  Son, 
 Who  left  the  heav'n  of  his  abode, 
 And  to  this  wretched  earth  came  downs 
 To  bring  us,  wand'rers,  back  to  God  ? 
 
 €  It  coft  him  death  to  fave  our  lives  ; 
 To  buy  our  fouls,  it  coil  his  own  ; 
 And  all  the  unknown  joys  he  gives, 
 Were  bought  with  agonies  unknown. 
 
 7  Our  everlafting  love  is  due 
 
 To  him  who  ranfom'd  linners  loft; 
 And  pity'd  rebels,  when  he  knew 
 The  vaft  expence  his  love  would  coll.]] 
 
 HYMN    XIII.     Common  Metre. 
 
 Divine  Love  making  a   Ftajl*    and  calling    in   the 
 
 Guefis.     Luke  xiv.  1,7,  22,  23. 
 
 5   T  TOW  fweet  and  awful  is  the  place, 
 XjL      With  Chrift  within  the  doors, 
 "While  everlafting  love  dii'plays 
 The  choicest  of  her  ftores  ! 
 
 ■j,  Hce  ev'ry  bowel  of  our  God 
 With  loft  ccmpalfion  rolls  ; 
 Here  peace  and  pardon,  bought  with  blood? 
 Is  food  for  dying  fouls. 
 
 3  While  all  our  hearts,  and  all  our  fongs, 
 
 join  to  admire  the  feaft, 
 Each  of  us  cry,  with  thankful  tongues, 
 "  Lord,  why  was  I  a  gueft  ? 
 
 4  »  Why  was  I  made  to  hear  thy  voice, 
 
 *•  And  enter,  'while  there's  room; 
 ««  When  thoufands  make  a  wretched  choice* 
 «*  And  rather  ftarve  than  come  ?" 
 
 5  'Twas  the  fame  love  which  fpread  the  feaftj 
 
 That  fvveetly  iorc'd  us  in  ; 
 U 
 
23o  H  Y  M  N  S     and       B.  III. 
 
 ilfe  we  had  ftill  refus'd  to  tafte, 
 And  penlh'd  in  our  lin. 
 
 €  [Pity  the  nations,  O,  our  Cod  ; 
 Conftrain  the  earth  to  come; 
 Send  thy  victor'ous  word  abroad> 
 And  bring  the  ftrangers  home. 
 
 7  We  long  to  fee  thy  churches  lull* 
 That  all  the  chofen  race 
 May  with  one  voice,  one  heart,  one  foul» 
 Sing  thy  redeeming  grace.] 
 
 HYMN     XIV.     Long  Metre. 
 
 *Iht  Seng  of  Simeon  ;     Luke  ii.  a&  ;     or,   «  Sight  y* 
 
 Chriji  makei  Death  tafy. 
 
 i   \T  OW  have  our  hearts  embrae'd  our  God  ; 
 x\    We  would  forget  ail  earthly  charms, 
 And  willi  to  die,  as  Simeon  would 
 '  With  his  young  Saviour  in  his.arms. 
 
 o.  Our  lips  Should  learn  that  joyful  fong, 
 Were  but  our  hearts  prepar'd  like  his  ; 
 ««  Our  fouls  ftill  waiting  to  be  gone, 
 «<  And  at  thy  word  depart  in  peace. 
 
 3  ««  Here  we  have  feen  thy  face.  O  Lord» 
 «*  And  view'd  falvatioa  with  our  eyes, 
 44  Tafted  and  felt  the  living  word, 
 
 "  The  bread  defcending  from  the  Ikies. 
 
 4  "  Thou  haft  prepar'd  this  dying  Lamb, 
 *«  Halt  let  his  blood  before  our  face  ; 
 
 ««  To  teach  the  terrors  of  thy  name, 
 ««  And  lhew  tiie  wonders  oi  thy  grace. 
 
 5  **  He  is  our  light,  our  morning-ftar, 
 
 «*  Shall  fhine  on  nations  yet  unknown; 
 
 •«  The  glory  of  thine  llr'el  here, 
 
 ««  And  joy  cf  lpirits  near  the  throne." 
 
 H  Y  M  N    XV.     Common  Metre. 
 Our  Lord  Jffus  at  b'u  fcW  'Table. 
 i  r  I  ^  H  E  mcm'ry  or'  our  dying  Lord 
 J.      Awakes  a  thankful  tongue  : 
 
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 How  rich  he  fpread  his  royal  board, 
 And  blefs'd  the  food,  and  fang  I 
 
 %  Happy  the  men  who  eat  this  bread » 
 But  doubly  blefs'd  was  he 
 Who  gently  bow'd  his  loving  head, 
 And  lean'd  it,  Lord,  on  Thee. 
 
 3  By  faith  the  fame  delights  we  iafte 
 As  that  great  fav 'rite  did, 
 
 And  fit  and  lean  on  Jefus'  bread, 
 And  take  the  heav'r.Iy  bread. 
 
 4  Down  from  the  palace  of  the  Ikies  ; 
 Hither  the  Ring  defcenos  1 
 
 "  Come,  my  beloved,  eat  (he  cries) 
 »  And  drink  falvation,  friends. 
 
 5  <«  My  fiefii  is  food  and  phyfic  too, 
 "  A  balm  for  all  your  pains  : 
 
 **  And  the  red  ftreams  of  pardon  flow 
 *    *«  From  thefe  my  pierced  veins." 
 
 6  Kcfanna  to  his  bount'ous  lovei 
 For  fuch  a  fe'aft  below  ! 
 
 -  And  yet  he  feeds  his  faints  above 
 With  nobler  bleffings  too. 
 
 7  Come,  the  dear  day,  the  glor'ous  hour, 
 Which  brines  our  fouls  to  reft  ! 
 
 Theiv^we  lhall  need  thefe  types  no  more*- 
 But  dwell  at  th'  heav'niy  feait. 
 
 HYMN    XVI.     Common  Metre. 
 
 The  AgGKie*  cf  Cbriji. 
 
 %   \T  O  W  let  our  pains  be  all  forgot, 
 X %      Oar  hearts  no  more  repine; 
 Our  fuff' rings  are  not  worth  a  thought, 
 When,  Lord,  compar'd  with  thins. 
 
 3  In  lively  figures  here  we  fee 
 The  bleeding  Prince  of  love  \ 
 
2?2         HYMNS      and  B.  IIU 
 
 Each  of  us  hope*  he  dy'd  for  me, 
 And  then  our  griefs  remove. 
 
 3  [Our  humble  faith  here  takes  her  riflv 
 
 While  fitting  round  his  board  ; 
 And  back  to  Calvary  lhe  flies, 
 To  yievv  her  groaning  Lord. 
 
 4  His  foul,  what  agonies  it  felt 
 
 When  his  own  God  withdrew, 
 And  the  large  load  of  all  our  guilt 
 Lay  heavy  on  him  loo ! 
 
 5  But  the  divinity  within 
 
 Supported  him  to  bear; 
 Dying,  he  conquer'd  hell  and  fin, 
 And  made  his  triumph  there.] 
 
 6  Grace,  wifdom,  juftice,  join'd  and  wrought 
 
 The  wonders  of  that  day  : 
 No  mortal  tongue,  nor  mortal  thought 
 Can  equal  thanks  repay. 
 
 7  Our  hymns  fhould  found  like  thofe  abovca 
 
 Could  we  our  voices  raile  ; 
 Yet,  Lord,  our  hearts  fhall  all  be  love, 
 And  all  our-  lives  be  praife. 
 
 HYMN    XVII.     Short  Metre, 
 The  F/eJh  and  Blood  of  Cbrijl. 
 
 i  \KJE  finS  th*  amazing  deeds 
 
 V  V     Which  grace  divine  performs  ; 
 Th'  eternal  God  comes  down  and  bleeds? 
 To  nourifh  dying  worms* 
 
 a  This  foul-reviving,  wine, 
 
 Dear  Saviour,  'tis  thy  blood  ; 
 We  thank  that  facred  fleth  of  thine, 
 For  this  immortal  food. 
 
 3  The  banquet  which  we  eat 
 
 Is  made  of  heav'nly  things  ; 
 Earth  hath  no  dainties  half  fo  fweet 
 As  our  Redeemer  brings. 
 
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 4  In  vain  had  Adam  fought, 
 
 And  fearch'd  his  garden  round* 
 For  there  was  no  Cuch  bleiTed  fruit 
 In  all  the  happy  ground. 
 
 5  Th'  angelic  hoft  above 
 
 Can  never  tafte  this  food; 
 They  feaft  upon  their  Maker's  love. 
 But  not  a  Saviour's  blood. 
 
 6  On  us  th*  almighty  Lord 
 
 Beftows  this  matchiefs  grace  ; 
 And  meets  us  with  fome  cheering  word* 
 With  pleafure  in  his  face. 
 
 7  Come,  all  ye  drooping  faints* 
 
 And  banquet  with  the  King  ; 
 This  wine  will  drown  your  fad  complaints* 
 And  tune  your  voice  to  fing. 
 
 S  Salvation  to  the  name 
 Of  our  adored  Chrifl:  ; 
 Through  the  wide  earth  his  grace  proclaim, 
 His  glory  in  the  high'ft. 
 
 HYMN.    XVIII.     Long  Metre. 
 Tie  fame* 
 
 ESUS!  we  bow  before  thy  feet  \ 
 
 Thy  table  is  divinely  ftor'd  ! 
 Thy  facred  fiefa  our  foubs  have  ate, 
 sTis  living  bread — we  thank  thee,  Lord  ! 
 
 And  here  we  drink  our  Saviour's  blood ; 
 We  thank  thee,  Lord  !   'tis  gen'rous  wine3 
 Mingled  with  love,  the  fountain  flow'd 
 From  that  dear  bleeding  heart  of  thine. 
 
 On  earth  is  no  fuch  fweetnefs  found, 
 Fo»r  the  Lamb's  tied  is  heav'nly  food  5 
 In  vain  we  fearch  the  globe  around 
 5or  bread  io  fine,  or  wine  fo  gocd» 
 
234         HYMNS     and  B.  IiL 
 
 4  Carnal  provi lions  can  at  bed 
 
 But  cheer  the  heart,  or  warm  the  head  ; 
 But  the  rich  cordial  which  we  taftc. 
 Gives  life  eternal  to  the  dead. 
 
 5  Praife  to  the  mafter  of  the  feaft  ; 
 His  name  iur  fouls  forever  blefs  ; 
 
 To  G.d  the  King,  and  God  the  Pried, 
 A  loud  holanna  round  the  place. 
 
 HYMN    XIX.     Long  Metre. 
 Glory  in  the  Cro/s. 
 
 \    T  thy  command,  our  deareft  Lord» 
 I~jL  Here  we  attend  thy  dying  feaft  : 
 Thy  blood,  like  wine,  adorns  thy  board* 
 And  thine  own  fieih. feeds  ev'ry  guelt. 
 
 i  Out  faith  adores  thy  bleeding  love. 
 And  truft  for  life  in  one  who  dy'd  ; 
 We  hope  for  heav'nly  crowns  above* 
 From  a  Redeemer  crucify 'u. 
 
 5   Let  the  vain  world  pronounce  it  fhame, 
 And  fling  their  fcandals  on  the  caufe ; 
 We  come  to  boaft  our  Saviour's  name, 
 And  make  our  triumphs  in  his  ciofs. 
 
 4  With  joy  we  tell  the  fcofiing  age, 
 He  who  was  dead  has  left  his  tomb ; 
 lie  lives  above  their  utmoft  rage, 
 And  we  arc  waiting  till  he  coir.e. 
 
 H  Y  M  NT    XX.     Common  Metre. 
 The  Prov'Jitns  f^r  the  Tabic  rf  our  Lzrd. 
 
 1  T     O  R  D,  we  adore  thy  bount'ous  hand, 
 jl-i   And  fing  the  folemn  feaft, 
 
 Where  fweet  celeltial  dainties  ftand, 
 For  ev'ry  willing  gueft. 
 
 2  [The  tree  of  life  adorns  the  board 
 
 With  rich  immortal  fruit ; 
 And.  ne'er  an  angry  flaming  fworu 
 To  guard  the  pillage  to't. 
 
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 3  The  cup  Hands  crown'd  with  living  juice  ; 
 
 The  fountain  flows  above, 
 And  runs  down  ftreaming,  for  our  ufes 
 In  rivulets  of  love.] 
 
 4  The  food's  prepar'd  by  heav'nly  art  ; 
 
 The  pleasure's  well  refin'd  ; 
 They  fpread  new  life  throughev'ry  heartj 
 And  cheer  the  drooping  mind. 
 
 5  Shout  and  proclaim  the  Saviour's  loYe» 
 
 Ye  faints,  who  tafte  his  wine  ; 
 Join  with  your  kindred  faints  above9 
 In  loud  hofannas  join. 
 
 6  A  thoufand  glories  to  the  God 
 
 Who  gives  fuch  joy  as  this  ! 
 Hofanna  !  let  it  found  abroad, 
 And  reach  where  Jefus  is. 
 
 HYMN    XXI.     Common  Metre. 
 
 The  triumphal  Feojl  for  Chrijl's    ViElory   over   Sin^ 
 Death  and  Hell. 
 
 i   f~^  O  ME,  let  us  lift  our  voices  high» 
 \~s      High  as  our  joys  arife  ; 
 And  join  the  fongs  above  the  fky» 
 Where  pleafure  never  dies. 
 
 3  [Jefus,  the  God,  who  fought  and  bled> 
 And  conquer'd  when  he  fell, 
 Who  rofe,  and  at  his  char'ot  wheels 
 Dragg'd  all  the  pow'rs  of  hell  : 
 
 3  Jefus,  the  God,  invites  us  here, 
 
 To  this  triumphal' feaft, 
 And  brings  immortal  bleflings  down* 
 For  each  redeemed  gueit.J 
 
 4  The  Lord  !  how  glor'ous  is  his  face  ! 
 
 How  kind  his  fmiles  appear  ! 
 .  And,  oh  !  what  melting  words  he  fays 
 To  ev?ry  humble  ear  i 
 
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 5  »«  For  you,  the  children  of  my  love, 
 
 "  It  was  tor  you  I  dy'd  : 
 ««  Behold  my  hands,  behold  my  feet, 
 "  And  look  into  my  fide. 
 
 6  "  Thefe  are  the  wounds  for  you  I  boret 
 
 «♦  The  tokens  of  my  pains, 
 «'  When  I  came  down  to  free  your  fouls 
 ««  From  miiery  and  chains. 
 
 7  *«  [Juftice  unfheath'd  its  fi'ry  fword, 
 
 "  And  plung'd  it  in  my  heart  i 
 ««  Infinite  pangs  for  you  1  bore, 
 "  And  moft  tormenting  fmart. 
 
 £  '«  When  hell,  and  all  its  fpiteful  pow'rs* 
 "  Stood  dreadful  in  my  way, 
 t*  To  refcue  thofe  dear  lives  of  yours, 
 t»  I  gave  try  own  away. 
 
 9  ♦»  But  while  I  bled,  and  groan'd,  and  dy'd» 
 «»  I  ruin'd  Satan's  throne  ; 
 ««  High  on  my  crofs  I  hung,  and  fpy'd 
 «'  The  momter  tumbling  down. 
 
 to  <4  Now  you  mud  triumph  at  my  feaft, 
 ««  And  tafte  in.v  fleiii,  my  blood, 
 ««  And  live  eternal  ages  blefs'd, 
 »»  For  'tis  immortal  food." 
 
 ii  Vi&or'ous  God  !  what  can  we  pay 
 
 For  favours  fo  divine  ? 
 We  Would  devote  our  hearts  away, 
 -  To  be  forever  thine] 
 
 52  We  give  thee,  Lord,. our  higheft  praifcj. 
 The  tribute  of  eur  tongues; 
 But  themes  fo  infinite  as  thefe 
 Exceed  our  noblefl  fongs. 
 
 HYMN    XXII.     Long  Metre. 
 
 The    Compnjfion    of   a    dying    Cbriji', 
 
 i   ^\U  R  fpirits  join  t*  adore  the  Lamb  s  . 
 O  that  our  feeble  lips  could  move. 
 
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 In  (trains  immortal  as  his  name, 
 And  melting  as  his  dying  love  i 
 
 a  Was  ever  equal  pity  found  ? 
 
 The  Prince  of  heav'n  refigns  his  breath* 
 And  pours  his  life  out  en  the  ground) 
 To  ranfom  guilty  worms  from  death  ! 
 
 £  [Rebels,  we  broke  our  Maker's  laws  j 
 He  from  the  threat'nings  fets  uc  free» 
 Bore  the  full  vengeance  on  his  crofs» 
 And  nail'd  the  curies  to  the  tree.] 
 
 4  [The  law  proclaims  no  terror  now, 
 And  Sinai's  thunder  roars  no  more  : 
 From  all  his  wounds  new  bleffings  flow, 
 A  fea  of  joy,  without  a  more. 
 
 5  Here  we  have  walh'd  our  deeped  flams, 
 And  heal'd  our  wounds  with  heav'nly  blood  J 
 Eiefs'd  fountain  !  fpringrng  from  the  yeins 
 Of  Jefus,  our  incarnate  God. J 
 
 5  In  vain  our  mortal  voices  flrive 
 To  fpeak  companion  lb  divine; 
 Had  we  a  thoufand  lives  to  give, 
 A  thoufand  lives  mould  all  be  thine. 
 
 HYMN    XXIII.     Common  Metre, 
 Grace   and    Glory    by    the   Death    of  CbriJ?* 
 
 x    QITTING  around  our  Father's  board, 
 O   We  raife  our  tuneful  breath  ; 
 Our  faith  beholds  our  dying  Lord, 
 And  dooms  our  lins  to  death. 
 
 %  We  fee  the  blood  of  Jefus  fhed, 
 Whence  all  our  pardons  rife  ; 
 The  finner  views  th'  atonement  made* 
 And  loves  the  facrirlce. 
 
 3  Thy  cruel  thorns,  thy  fhameful  crofs, 
 Procure  us  heav'nly  crowns  : 
 Our  higheft  gain  fprings  from  thy  lofs  5. 
 Our  healing,  from  thy  wounds. 
 
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 4  Oh!  'tis  impofiible  that  we, 
 Who  dwell  in  feeble  clay, 
 Should  equal  fuff 'rings  bear  for  thee, 
 Or  equal  thanks  repay. 
 
 HYMN    XXIV.      Common  Metre- 
 
 Tar  don  and  Strength  from  Chriji. 
 
 i   "FEATHER,  we  wait  to  feel  thy  grace* 
 X     To  fee  thy  glory  fhine; 
 The  Lord  will  his  own  table  blefs. 
 And  make  the  fealt  divine. 
 
 a  We  touch,  we  tafte  the  heav'nly  bread  ; 
 We  drink  the  lacre.l  cup  ; 
 VVith  outward  forms  our  fenfe  is  fed, 
 Our  foub  rejoice  in  hope. 
 
 3  We  (hall  appear  before  ihe  throne 
 
 Of  our  forgiving  God, 
 Drefs'd  in  the  garments  of  his  Son, 
 And  fprinkled  with  his  blood. 
 
 4  We  fhall  be  ftrong  to  run  the  race, 
 
 And  climb  (he  upper  fky  ; 
 Cluift  will  provide  our  fouls  with  grace, 
 He  bought  a  large  fupply. 
 
 5  [Let  us  indulge  a  cheerful  frame, 
 
 For  joy  becomes  a  feafl  ; 
 We  love  the  menVfy  of  his  name 
 MtJre  than  the  wine  we  tafte.] 
 
 HYMN   XXV.     Common  Metre. 
 
 Divine  Glories  and  Graces. 
 
 j   T  T O W  are  thy  glories  here  difplay'd, 
 II  Great  God,  how  bright  they  rhine. 
 While  at  thy  word  we  break  the  bread? 
 And  pour  the  flowing  wine  I 
 
 2  Here  thy  revenging  juftke  flands, 
 And  pleads  its  dreadful  cauf<*; 
 Here  faving  mercy  fpreads  her  hands» 
 Like  Jefus  on  the  crofs. 
 
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 3  Thy  faints  attend,  with  ev'ry  grace, 
 On  this  great  facrihce  ; 
 And  love  appears  with  cheerful  face. 
 And  faith  with  fixed  eyes. 
 
 fc  Our  hope  in  waiting  pofture  fits, 
 To  heav'n  directs  her  fight  ; 
 Here  ev'ry  warmer  pailion  meets, 
 And  itrongeft  pow'rs  unite 
 
 5  Zeal  and  revenge  perform  their  part, 
 
 And  rifing  fin  deflroy  ; 
 Repentance  comes  with  aching  heart, 
 Yet  not  forbids  the  joy- 
 
 6  Dear  Saviour,  change  our  faith  to  fight  j 
 
 Let  fin  forever  die  ^ 
 Then  (hall  our  fouls  be  all  delight, 
 And  ev'ry  tear  be  dry. 
 
 CANNOT  perfuade  myfelf  to  put  a  full  pe- 
 riod to  thefe  divine  Hymns,  until  I  hare  addrefi- 
 ed  a  fpecial  fong  of  Glory  to  God  the  Father,  the 
 Son,  and  the  Holy  Spirit.  Tho'  the  Latin  name 
 of  it,  Gloria  Patri,  be  retained  in  our  nation  from 
 the  Roman  church ;  and  though  there  may  be 
 fome  exceffes  of  fuperfiitious  honour  paid  to  the 
 words  of  it,  which  may  have  wrought  fome  unhap- 
 py prejudices  in  weaker  Chirftians,  yet  I  believe  it 
 frill  to  be  one  of  the  nobleft  parts  of  Chriftian  wor- 
 fhip.  The  fubjed  of  it  is  the  doctrine  of  the  Trin- 
 ity, which  is  that  peculiar  glory  of  the  divine-na- 
 ture, that  our  Lord  Jefus  Chrift  has  fo  clearly  re- 
 vealed unto  men,  and  is  fo  necefiary  to  true  Chrif- 
 tianity.  The  action  is  praife,  which  is  one  of  the 
 mod  complete  and  exalted  parts  of  heavenly  wor- 
 ship. I  have  caft  the  fong  into  a  variety  of  forms, 
 and  have  fitted  it  by  a  plain  verlion,  or  a  large  par- 
 aphrafe.  to  be  fung  either  alone,  or  at  the  cnnclu- 
 iion  of  another  Hymn.  I  have  added  alfo  a  few  Ho- 
 faunas,  or  afcriptions  of  faivation.  to  Chriil,  in  the 
 fame  manner,  and  for  the  lame  end. 
 
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 SlJSctig  of  Praife  to  the  evcr-blrjf,d  ^Trinity,  God  the 
 Father,  Son>  arid  spirit. 
 
 XXVI.     ift.  Long  Metre. 
 
 K   "DLESS'D  be  the  Father,  and  his  love, 
 JD  To  whofe  celeitial  iburce  we  owe 
 Rivers  ot  eruilels  joy  above> 
 And  rills  of  comfort  here  below. 
 
 S  Glory  to  thee,  great  Son  of  God  ! 
 From  whole  dear  wounded  body  rolls 
 A  precious  ftream  of  vital  blood. 
 Pardon  and  life  for  dying  fouls. 
 
 3  We  give  thee,  facred  Spirit,  praife» 
 Who,  in  our  hea,rts  of  fin  and  wo, 
 Mak'ft  living  fp rings  of  grace  arife, 
 And  into  boundlefs  glory  flow. 
 
 4  Thus  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
 And  God  th^  Spirit,  we  adore, 
 That  fea  of  life  and  love  unknown, 
 Without  a  bottom  or  a  lhore. 
 
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 XXVII.     lit.  Common  Metre. 
 LORY  to  God  the  Father's  name9 
 
 Chofe  out  hi*  fav'rites  to  proclaim 
 The  honours  of  his  grace. 
 
 £  Glory  to  God  the  Son  be  paid, 
 Who  dwelt  in  humble  clay, 
 And,,  to  redeem  us  from  the  dead* 
 Gave  his  own  life  away. 
 
 3  Glory  to  God  the  Spirit  give, 
 
 From  whofe  almighty  pow'r 
 Our  fouls  their  heav'nly  birth  derive, 
 And  blefs  the  happy  hour. 
 
 4  Glory  to  God  who  reigns  above, 
 
 Th'  eternal  Three  and  One, 
 
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 Who  by  the  wonders  of  his  love 
 Has  made  his  nature  known. 
 
 XXVIII.     l'ft.  "Short  Metre. 
 
 x   T    E  T  God  the  "Father  live 
 ft  j  Forever  on  our  tongues  :  , 
 Sinners  from  his  full  love  derive 
 The  ground  of  all  their  fongs, 
 
 a,  Ye  faints,  employ  your  breath 
 In  honour  to  the  Son, 
 Who  bought  your  fouts  from  hell  and  dsata. 
 By  ofF'ring  up  his  own. 
 
 5  Give  to  the  Spirit  praife, 
 Of  an  immortal  ftrain, 
 Whofe  light,  and  pow'r,  and  grace,  conveys 
 Salvation  down  to  men, 
 
 4  While  God  the  Comforter 
 Reveals  our  pardon'd  fin, 
 O  may  the  blood  and  water  bear 
 The  fame  record  within  ! 
 
 e  To  the  great  One  and  Three, 
 
 Who  feal  this  grace  in  heav'n, 
 The  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit,  be 
 Eternal  glory  giv'n. 
 
 .  XXIX.     2d.  Long  Metre. 
 
 x    /""^  LORY  to  God  the  Trinity, 
 
 KJ   Whofe  name  has  myfteries  unknown  5 
 In  effence  One,  in  perfon  Three; 
 A  focial  nature,  yet  alone. 
 
 %  When  ail  our  nobleft  pow'rs  are  join'd, 
 The  honours  of  thy  name  to  raife, 
 Thy  glories  over-match  our  mind. 
 And  angels  faint  beneath  the  praife* 
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 XXX.      2d.  Comr.on  Metre. 
 
 i   r  I  'HE  God  of  mercy  be  ador'd, 
 JL     Who  calls  our  fouls  from  death  ; 
 W  ho  fa ves  by  his  redeeming  word, 
 And  nev  :  breath. 
 
 a  To  praife  the  Fa'her,  and  the  Sen, 
 And  Spiiir,  all  divirc  — 
 The  One  in  Three,  and  Three  in  One, 
 Let  faints  and  angels  join. 
 
 XXXI.  zd.   Short  Metre. 
 
 i    T    E  T   God  t'.  me 
 
 J.  j  Have  bonour,  love  and  tear ; 
 To  God  the  Saviour  pay  the  la:;.ie, 
 And  God  the  Comforter. 
 
 a  Father  oflights  above, 
 Thy  mere)  we  adore, 
 The  Son  of  thine  eternal  1;k2, 
 And  Spirit  of  thy  pow'r. 
 
 XXXII.  3d.   ton-  Metre. 
 
 TO   God  the  Father,  Cod  the  S   - 
 And  God  the  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 
 Be  honour,  praii'e  and 
 By  aii  on  earth,  and  all  in  heav'n. 
 
 XXXIII.      Or  tl 
 
 AL  L  glory  to  thy  wond'rons  Da 
 Father  of  mercy,   God  of  love  : 
 Thus  we  exalt  the  LjOrdS  the  Lamb, 
 And  thus  we  praife  the  heav'i.Iy  Dove. 
 
 XXXIV.     3d-  Common  Metre- 
 
 NO  W  let  tlie  Father,  and  the  Son, 
 And  Spirit,  be  adord, 
 
 ire  works  to  ma!:; 
 to  love  the  Lori. 
 
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 XXXV.     Or  thus  :  — 
 
 ONOUR  to  Thee,  Almighty  Three, 
 And  everlafting  One  ; 
 All  glory  to  the  Father  be, 
 The  Spirit  and  the  Son. 
 
 XXXVI.     3d  Short  Metre, 
 
 E  angels,  round  the  throne, 
 And  faints,  who  dwell  below, 
 Worship  the  Father,  love  the  Son, 
 And  blefs  the  Spirit  too. 
 
 XXXyil.      Or  thus:— 
 
 1    1  V  E  to  the  Father  praife ; 
 
 Give  glory  to  the  Son  : 
 And  to  the  Spirit  of  his  grace 
 Be  equal  honour  done 
 
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 XXXVIII.     Particular  Metre. 
 Song  of  praife  to   the  bUJfcd  Trinity.. 
 GIVE  immortal  praife 
 
 To  God  the  Father's  love, 
 For  all  my  comforts  here, 
 And  better  hopes  above. 
 
 He  fent  his  own 
 
 Eternal  Son, 
 
 To  die  for  Tins, 
 
 Which  man  had  dons. 
 
 S  To  God  the  Son  belongs 
 Immortal  giory  too'; 
 Who  bought  us  with  his  blood 
 From  everlafting  wo  : 
 
 And  now  he  lives, 
 
 And  now  he  reigns, 
 
 And  fees  the  fruit 
 
 Of  all  his  pains. 
 
 3  To  God  the  Spirit's  name 
 Immortal  worihip  give, 
 
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 Whofe  new- creating  pow'r 
 Mikes  tlie  riend  finner  live  : 
 
 His  work  completes 
 
 The  great  defign. 
 
 And  fills  the  ioul 
 
 "With  joy  divine, 
 
 sif  Almighty  God,  to  Thee 
 Be  eodle-fs  honours  done; 
 The  undivided  Three, 
 \nd  the  myfter'ous  One  : 
 
 V   lei  -  r:al'on  fails 
 
 With  all  her  pow'rs, 
 
 There  faith  prevails> 
 
 Xr.t  love  adores. 
 
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 XXXIX.    Particular  Metro 
 Him  who  chofe  us  fir  ft, 
 
 Acre  the  world  began, 
 To  him  who  bore  the  curfe 
 To  lave  rebellious  man  : 
 
 To  him  who  forms 
 
 Our  hearts  anew, 
 
 Is  endlefs  praile 
 
 And  glory  due. 
 
 The  Father's  love  fhall  run 
 Thro'  our  immortal  longs, 
 We  bring  to  God  the  Son 
 Holannas,  on  our  tongues  : 
 Our  lips  addrefs 
 The  Spirit's  name 
 With  equal  praife, 
 And  zeal  the  fame. 
 
 Let  ev'ry  faint  ahove, 
 And  angel  round  the  throne?. 
 Forever  blefs  and  love 
 The  lac red  Three  in  One. 
 Thus  heav'n  ihall  raife 
 His  honours  high, 
 When  earth  and  time 
 Grow  old  ^.nd  die, 
 
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 XL.    Particular  Metre. 
 
 TO  God  the  Father's  throne 
 Perpet'al  honours  raife § 
 Glory  to  God  the  Son, 
 To  God  the  Spirit  praife  : 
 And  while  our  lips 
 Their  tribute  bring* 
 Our  faith  adores 
 The  name  we  ling. 
 
 XLL     Or  thus. 
 
 O  our  eternal  God, 
 
 The  Father  and  the  Son> 
 And  Spirit  all  divine, 
 Three  m>  fteries  in  one  : 
 
 Salvation,  pow'r, 
 
 And  praife  be  giv'n. 
 
 By  all  on  earth, 
 
 Ana  all  in  heav'n. 
 
 XLII.     Long  Metre. 
 Ihe  HO  S  ANN  A  ;     or  Salvation  afcribed  to  Cbrift. 
 
 1  U  O  S  A  N  N  A  to  king  David's  Son» 
 XT1   Who  reign-  on  a  luper'or  throne  ; 
 We  blefs  the  Prince  of  heav-'hly  birth, 
 Who  brings  lalvation  down  to  earth. 
 
 2  Let  ev'ry  nation,  ev'ry  age, 
 
 In  this  delightful  work  engage  ; 
 Old  men  and  babes  in  Zion  fing 
 The  growing  glories  of  her  King. 
 
 XL1II.     Common  Metre. 
 
 I   TJ  OSANNA  to  the  Prince  of  graces 
 
 JlTL  Zion,  Behold  thy  King  : 
 -    Proclaim  the  Son  of  David's  race» 
 And  teach  the  babes  to  fine. 
 X  2 
 
H  Y  M  N  S.  B.'IIL 
 
 35  Hofanna  to  th'  incarnate  Word- 
 That  from  the  Father  came; 
 
 ibe  fdlvation  to  the  Lordi 
 Willi  blefluigs  on  his  name. 
 
 XL IV.     Short  Metre. 
 
 OS  ANN  A  to  the  Son 
 Or'  Davul  and  of  God* 
 Who  brought  the  news  of  pardon  down* 
 And  bought  it  with  his  blood. 
 
 %  To  Chrjft  th'  anointed  King 
 Be  endleis  blef.ings  giv'n  ; 
 Let  the  whole  earth  his  glory  fing» 
 Who  made  car  peace  with  hcav'n. 
 
 XLV.     Particular  Metres 
 
 i    TTOSANNA  to  the  King 
 -*■■*■   Of  David's  ancient  blood  ; 
 3tehold  he  comes  to  bring 
 forgiving  grace  from  God  : 
 
 Let  old  and  young 
 
 Attend  his  way, 
 
 And  at  his  feet 
 
 Their  honours,  lay. 
 
 2  Glory  to  God  on  high  ; 
 Salvation  to  the  Lamb  : 
 Let  earth,  and  leai  and  fky, 
 Wis  wond'rous  love  proclaim  i 
 
 Upon  his  head 
 
 Shall  honours  refti 
 
 And  ev'ry  age 
 
 Pronounce  him  bleLVd. 
 
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 AL  L  ye  who  love  the  Lord,  rejoice  286 
 
 Almighty  Ruler  of  the  Ikies  iS 
 
 Amjdft  thy  wrath,  remember  love  7> 
 
 Among  th'  affemblies  of  the  great  15a 
 
 Among  the  princes,  earthly  Gods  159 
 
 And  will  the  God  of  grace  15a 
 
 Are  all  the  foes  of  Zion  fools  105 
 
 Are  tinners  now  fo  fenfelefs  grown  27 
 
 A  rife,  my  gracious  God  S2, 
 
 Awake,  ye  faints,  to  praife  your  King  257 
 
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 Behold  the  love,  the  gen'rous  love  69 
 
 Eehoid  the  morning  fun  39 
 
 Behold  the  fure  Foundation-Stone  221 
 
 Behold  thy  waiting  fervant,  Lord  231 
 
 Blei's,  O  my  foul,  the  living  God  190 
 
 Bleft  are  the  fons  of  peace  254. 
 
 Bleft  are  the  fouls  who  hear  and  know  262= 
 
 Bieft  are  the  undefil'd  in  heart  224. 
 
 Bleft  is  the  man,  forever  bleft  60 
 
 Bleft  is  the  man  whofe- bowels  move  8i 
 
 'Bleft  is  the. man  who  fhuns  the  place  3. 
 
 Bleft  is  the  nation  where  the  Lord  63. 
 
 HiLDREN  in  years  and  knowledge  young  65 
 Come,  children,  learn  to  fear  the  Lord        67 
 
 Come,  let  our  voices  join  to  raife  178. 
 
 Columb'a,  praife  thy  mighty  God  278 
 
 Come,  found  his  praife  abroad  177 
 
 Confider  all  my  forrows,  Lord  234. 
 
 AVID  rejoic'd  in  God  his  ftrength  44- 
 
 Deep  in  our  hearts  let  us  record  13a 
 
 A.RLY,  my  God,  without  delay-  113 
 
 Exalt  the  Lord  our  God  184. 
 
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 FAR  as  thy  name  is  known  91 
 
 Fathev,  I  blefs  thy  gentle  hand  237 
 
 gather,  I  fiflg  thy  wond'ious  gracs  1*51= 
 
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 Firm  and  unmov'd  are  they 
 
 Firm  was  my  health,  my  day  was  bright 
 
 Fools  in  their  hearts  believe  and  lay 
 
 Forever  bleffed  be  the  Lord 
 
 Forever  (hall  my  long  record 
 
 From  age  to  age  exalt  his  name 
 
 From  all  who  dwell  below  the  fkies 
 
 From  deep  diftrefs  and  troubled  thoughts 
 
 GIVE  thanks  to  Cod,  he  reigns  above 
 Give  thanks  to  Gcd»  invoke  his  name 
 Give  thanks  to  God  rnoft  high 
 Give  thanks  to  God  the  fov'reign  Lord 
 Give  to  the  Lord  immortal  praife 
 Give  to  the  Lord,  ye  fons  of  fame 
 God  in  his  earthly  temple  lays 
 God  is  the  refuge  of  his  faints 
 God  my  fupporter  and  my  hope 
 God  of  eternal  love 
 God  of  my  childhood  and  my  youth 
 God  of  my  life,  look  gently  down 
 God  of  my  mercy  and  my  praife 
 God  will  arife  in  all  his  mi^ht 
 Good  is  the  Lord,  the  heav'nly  king 
 Great  God  attend,  while  Zion  lings 
 Great  God,  how  oft  did  Ifr'el  prove 
 Great  God,  indulge  my  humble  claim 
 Great  God,  the  heav'n's  well  order'd  frame 
 Great  God,  whofe  univerfal  fway 
 Great  is  the  Lord,  exalted  high 
 Great  is  the  Lord,  his  works  of  might 
 Great  is  the  Lord  our  God 
 Great  Shepherd  of  thine  Ifrael 
 
 HAD  not  the  Lord   may  Ifr'el  f;»y 
 Happy  is  he  who  fears  the  Lord 
 Happy  the  city  where  their  Ions 
 Happy  the  man,  to  whom  his  God 
 Happy  the  man,  whofe  cautious  feet 
 Hear  me,  ()  God,  nor  hide  thy  face 
 Hear  what  the  Lord  in  vifion  faid 
 He)p>  Lord;  for  men  of  virtue  fail 
 
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 271 
 160 
 203 
 219 
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 He  reigns  :  the  Lord  the  Saviour  reigns  1S0 
 
 He  who  hath  rnade  his  refuge  Cod  169 
 
 Hign  in  the  heav'us,  eternal  God  69 
 
 How  awful  is  thy  chaff ning  rod  145 
 
 How  did  ray  heart  rejoice  10  heir  2,41 
 
 How  fait  their  guilt  and  iorx&vf  rife  29 
 
 How  long,  O  Lord?  lhall  I  complain  24 
 
 How  long  wilt  thou  conceal  thy  face  2.5, 
 
 How  pleafant,  how  divinely  fair  153 
 
 How  pleafant  'tis  to  fee  255 
 
 How  pleasVI  and  blefs'd  was  I  24s 
 
 How  lhall  the  young  i'ecure  their  hearts  2zS 
 
 EKCVAH  reigns  :  he  dwells  in  light  173 
 
 Jeius,  our  Lord,  afcend  thy  throne  209 
 
 Jefus  (hail  reign  where'er  the  fun  135 
 
 If  God  fucceed  not,  all  the  coft  247 
 
 If  God  to  build  the  houfe  deny  24S 
 
 I  lift  ray  foul  to  God  5  r. 
 
 I'll  biefs  the  Lord  from  day  to  day  66 
 
 I'll  praife  my  Maker  with  my  breath  276 
 
 I'll  fpeak  the  honours  of  my  King  85 
 
 I  love  the  Lord  :  he  heard  my  cries  21 S 
 
 In  all  my  vaft  concerns  with  thee  266 
 
 In  anger,  Lord,  rebuke  me  not  15 
 
 In  God's  own  houfe  pronounce  his  praife  287 
 
 In  Judah  God  of  old  was  known  141 
 
 Into  thy  hand,  O  God  of  truth  57 
 
 joy  to  the  world,  the  Lord  is  come  1&3 
 
 I  let  the  Lord  before  my  face  3 1 
 
 Is  there  ambition  in  my  heart  25 r 
 
 It  is  the  Lord  our  Saviour's  hand  189 
 
 judge  me,  O  Lord,  and  prove  my  ways  53 
 
 judges  who  rule  the  world  by  laws  no 
 
 Juft  are  thy  ways,  and  true  thy  word  35 
 
 1  waited  patient  for  the  Lord  n% 
 
 I  will  extol  thee3  Lordj  on  high  56 
 
 LE  T  all  the  earth  their  voices  raife  x8o 
 
 Let  all  the  heathen  writers  join  229- 
 
 Let  children  hear  the  mighty  deeds  146 
 
 i»et  ey'ry  creature  join  384. 
 
T     A     B     L     E.  tags 
 
 Let  ev'ry  tongue  thy  goednefs  fpeak  274 
 
 Let  iinncrs  take  their  tcurle  107 
 
 Let  Zioa  in  her  King  rejoice  88 
 
 I/et  Zion  and  her  Ions  rejoice  189 
 
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 as  I  live  I'll  bid's  thy  name 
 
 haft  thou  caft  the  nation  olf  1 1 1 
 
 1  am  thine:    but  thou  wilt  prove  33 
 
 I  can  fuller  thy  rebukes  13 
 
 I  am  vile,  cenceiv'd  in  fin  102 
 
 1  ciite'.n  thy  judgments  right  iio 
 
 if  thine  eyes  luryey  our  faults  167 
 
 it  thou  doft  not  Icon  appear  22 
 
 1  have  made  thy  word  my  choice  230 
 
 in  the  morning  t'Uou  ihait  hear  u 
 
 I  will  blefs  tiiee  all  my  days  64 
 
 I  would  lpread  my  lore  diltrefs  304 
 
 of  the  world:,  above  156 
 
 thou  haft  call'd  thy  grace  to  mind  158 
 
 thcu  halt  heard  thy  iervan:  cry.  22  r. 
 thou  halt  fearch'd  and  leen  me  through  263 
 
 thou  haft  leen  my  foul  fincere  34. 
 
 thou  wilt  hear  me  when  I  pray  11 
 
 'tis  a  pleal'ant  thing  to  ftand  i"3 
 
 we  have  heard  thy  works  of  old  83 
 
 what  a  feeble  piece  169 
 
 what  a  thoughtlels  wretch  was  I  137 
 
 what  is  man,  poor  feeble  mau  272 
 
 what  was  man  when  made  at  firft  iS 
 
 when  I  count  thy  mercies  o'er  268 
 
 v.  hen  thou  didlt  afcend  on  high  125 
 
 Loud  Hallelujahs  ro  the  Lord  282 
 
 Lo  !  what  a  gjor'ous  Corner- Stone  223 
 
 Lo,  what  an  entertaining  light  254. 
 
 MAKFR  and  fov'reign  Lorjd  5 
 
 Mercy  and  judgment  are  my  fong  186 
 
 Mine  e)Cs  and  my  delite  5a 
 
 My  God,  accept  my  early  vows  269 
 
 My  God,  confider  my  diitrefs  233 
 
 My  Godi  how  many  are  my  fears  9 
 
 My  God,  in  whom  are  all  the  fprings  109 
 
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 My  God,  my  everlafting  hope  .     J3~l 
 
 My  God,  my  King,  thy  var'cus  praife  272 
 
 My  God,  permit  my  tongue  116 
 
 My  Gor,,  the  fteps  of  pious  men  74 
 
 My  God,  what -inward  grief  I  feel  266 
 
 My  heart  rejoices  in  thy  name  5S 
 
 My  never-ceafing  fongs  fra'l  lhow  161 
 
 My  refuge  is  the  God  of  love  22 
 
 My  righieous  Judge,  my  gracious  God  270 
 
 My  Saviour  and  my  King  84 
 
 My  Saviour,  my  atmighty  Friend  132 
 
 My  fhepherd  is  the  living  Lord  47 
 
 My  fhepherd  will  fupply  my  need  48 
 
 My  foul,  how  lovely  is  the  place  155 
 
 My  foul  lies  cleaving  to  the  dull  2,36 
 
 My  foul,  repeat  his  praife  193 
 
 My  foul,  thy  great  Creator  praife  195 
 
 My  fpirit  looks  to  God  a;one  i;xi 
 
 My  fpirit  finks  within  me.  Lord  82 
 
 My  truft  is  in  my  heav'nly  Friend  14 
 
 NO  fleep  nor  {lumber  to  his  eyes  253 
 
 Not  to  ourfelves,  who  are  but  chill  216 
 
 Not  to  our  names,  thou  only  juft  and  true  217 
 
 Now  be  my  heart  infpir'd  to  fmg  S6 
 
 Now  from  the  roaring  lion's  rage  46 
 
 Now  I'm  convir.c'd  the  Lord  is  kind  136 
 
 Now  let  our  lips  with  holy  tear  328 
 
 Now  let  our  mournful  fongs  record  46 
 
 Now  may  the  God  of  pow'r  and  grace  42 
 
 Now  plead  my  cauie,  almighty  God  68 
 
 Now  ihall  my  folemn  vows  be  paid  122 
 
 OALL  ye  nations,  praife  the  Lord  219 
 
 O  blefled  fouls  are  they  59 
 
 O  blefs  the  Lord,  my  foul  352 
 
 Of  juftice  and  of  grace  I  ling  .287 
 
 O  for  a  fhout  of  facred  joy  89 
 
 O  God,  my  refuge,  hear  my  cries  106. 
 
 O  God  of  grace  and  rlghteoufnefs  10 
 
 O  God  of  mercy,  hear  my  call  l0i 
 
 O  happy  man  whofe  foul  is  fill'd  248 
 
T     A     B     L  ?a-s 
 
 O  happy  nation,  where  the  Lord  64 
 
 O  how  I  love  thy  holy  law  227 
 
 <)  Lord,  how  many  are  my  foes  10 
 
 O  Lord,  our  heav'nly  King  .    15 
 
 O  Lord  our  Lord,  how  wond'rous  great  16 
 
 Our  States,  O  Lord,  with  fongs  of  praiie  4; 
 
 O  that  the  Lord  would  guide  my  ways  23  a 
 
 O  that  thy  ftatutes  ev'ry  hiur  235 
 
 O  thou  who  hear'it  when  linncrs  cry  103 
 
 G  thou  whole  grace  and  juftice  rei^n  2^3 
 
 O  thou  whole  juftice  reigns  on  high  ig<$ 
 
 Our  Cod,  our  help  in  ages  paft  166 
 
 Out  of  the  deeps  of  long  dift  re  is  250 
 
 O  what  a  ftitt!  rebeli'ous  houle  146 
 
 PRAISE  waits  in  Sion.  Lord,  for  thee  J  19 
 
 Praiie  ye  the  Lord,  exalt  his  name  2^0 
 
 Praife  ye  the  Lord  :  rny  heart  (hall  join  275 
 
 Praife  ye  the  Lord  :   'tis  good  to  raife  277 
 
 Preferve  me,  Lord,  in  time  of  need  29 
 
 RFjOICE  ye  right'ous  in  the  Lord  6r 
 
 Remember,  Lord,  our  mortal  itatc  164 
 
 Return^  O  God  of  love,  return  ibS 
 
 SOLVATION  is  forever  nigh  15S 
 
 Save  me,  O  God,  the  fwelling  floods  126 
 
 Save  me,  O  Lord,  from  cv'j-y  foe  30 
 
 See  what  a  living  ftone  2zi 
 
 Shew  pity.  Lord,  O  Lord  !  forgive  101 
 
 Shine,  mighty  God,  on  all  the  land  123 
 
 Sing,  all  ye  nations,  to  the  Lord  121 
 
 Sing  to  the  Lord  aloud  151 
 
 Sing  to  the  Lord  Jehovah's  name  j  77' 
 
 Sing  to  the  Lord  with  joyful  voice  185 
 
 Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  diftant  lands  179 
 
 Songs  of  immortal  prstfe  belong  210 
 
 Soon  as  I  heard  my  Father  fay  55 
 
 Sure  there's  a  right'ous  God  138* 
 
 Sweet  is  the  mcm'ry  of  thy  grace  274 
 
 Sweet  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King  172 
 
 TEACH  me  the  meafure  of  my  d.iys  77 
 
 Th'  Almighty  reigns  exalted  high  J 81 
 
T     A     B     L     E.  ?acs 
 
 "■That  man  is  blcft  who  ftands  in  awe  21  e 
 
 The  earth  forever  is  the  Lord's  50 
 
 Thee  will  T  love,  O  Lord,'  my  ftrength  33 
 
 The  God  Jehovah  reigns  184. 
 
 The  God  of  glory  fends  his  furnmons  forth  98 
 
 The  God  of  our  falvation  hears  117 
 
 The  God  to  whom  revenge  belongs  175 
 
 The  heav'ns  declare  thy  glory,  Lord  40 
 
 The  King  of  faints,  how  fair  his  face  87 
 
 The  Lord  appears  my  helper  now  220 
 
 The  Lord,  how  wond'rous  are  his  ways  191 
 
 The  Lord  Jehovah  reigns  174 
 
 The  Lord  is  come,  the  heav'ns  proclaim  j8r 
 
 The  Lord  my  fhepherd  is  49 
 
 '  The  Lord  of  glory  is  my  light  54 
 
 The  Lord  of  glory  reigns,  he  reigns  on  high  174 
 
 The  Lord,  the  Judge,  before  his  throne  94 
 
 The  Lord,  the  Judge,  his  churches  warns  96 
 
 Th>-  Lord  the  fov'reign  King  394 
 The  Lord,  the  Sov'reign,  fends  his  furnmons 
 
 [forth         97 
 
 The  man  is  ever  bleft  4 
 
 The  praife  of  Zion  waits  for  thee  117 
 
 The  wonders,  Lord,  thy  love  has  wrought  80 
 
 Think,  mighty  God,  on  feeble  man  365; 
 
 This  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made  222 
 
 This  fpacious  earth  is  all  the  Lord's  50 
 
 Thou  art  my  portion,  O  my  God  226 
 
 Thou  God  of  love,  thou  ever  bieft  23 S 
 
 Through  ev'ry  age,  eternal  God  165 
 
 Thrice  happy  man  who  fears  the  Lord  212 
 
 Thus  I  reiblv'd  before  the  Lovd  76 
 
 Thus  faith  the  Lord,  the  fpacious  fields  95 
 
 Thus  faith  the  Lord,  your  work  is  vain  79 
 
 Thus  the  eternal  Father  fpake  208 
 
 Thus  the  great  Lord  of  earth 'and  fea  208 
 
 Thy  mercies  fill  the  earth,  O  Lord  230 
 
 Thy  name-  Almighty  Lord  220 
 
 Thy  works  of  gl^ry.  mighty  Lord  205 
 
 9Tis  by  thy  ftrength  the  mountains  Hand  120 
 
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 To  Cod  I  cry'd  with  mournful  voice  143 
 
 To  God  I  made  my  furrows  known  269 
 
 To  God  the  great,  the  ever  bfeft  200 
 
 To  heav'n  I  lift  my  waiting  eyes  240 
 
 To  our  Almighty  Maker,  God  183 
 
 To  thee,  before  the  dawning  light  225 
 
 To  thee,  moft  holy,  and  mofl  high  141 
 
 To  thine  almighty  arm  we  owe  37 
 
 'Twas  for  thy  fake,  eternal  God  J30 
 
 'Twas  from  thy  hand,  my  God,  I  came  265 
 
 'Twas  in  the  watches  of  the  night  1 14 
 
 VAIN  man  on  fooliih  pleafures  bent  203 
 
 Unfhaken  as  the  facred  hill  244 
 
 Up  from  my  youth,  may  Ifr'el  fay  249 
 
 Up  to  the  hills  I  lift  mine  eyes  239 
 
 Upward  I  lift  mine  eyes  24  c 
 
 WE  blefs  the  Lord,  the  juft  and  good  125 
 
 We  love  thee,  Lord,  and  we  adore  36 
 
 What  fhall  I  vender  to  my  God  218 
 
 When  Chrilt  to  judgment  doth  defcend  95 
 
 When  God  is  nigh,  my  faith  is  ftrong  30 
 
 When  God,  provok'd  with  daring  crimes  206 
 
 When  God  reftor'd  our  captive  ftate  246 
 
 When  God  reveal'd  his  gracious  name  246 
 
 When  Ifr'el,  freed  from  Phar'oh's  hand  21  ^ 
 
 When  Ifr'el  fins,  the  Lord  reproves  147 
 
 When  I  with  pleafing  wonder  ftand  267 
 
 When  man  grows  bold  in  fin  71 
 
 When  overwhelm'd  with  grief  nz 
 
 When  pain  and  anguilh  leize  me,  Lord  237 
 
 When  the  great  Judge,  fupreme  and  juft  20 
 
 Where  (hall  the  man  be  found  52 
 
 Where  fhall  we  go  to  feek  and  find  25 % 
 
 While  men  grow  bold  in  wicked  ways  70 
 
 While  I  keep  filence  and  conceal  61 
 
 Who  fhall  afcend  thy  heav'nly  place  2S 
 
 Who  fhall  inhabit  in  thy  hill  27 
 
 Who  will  arife  and  plead  my  right  176 
 Why  did  the  Jews  proclaim  their  rage 
 Why  did  the  nations  join  to  Hay 
 
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 Why  do  the  proud  infult  the  poor  93 
 
 Why  do  the  wealthy  wicked  boaft  73 
 
 Why  doth  the  Lord  Hand  off  fo  far  21 
 
 Why  doth  the  man  of  riches  grow  92 
 
 Why  has  my  God  my  foul  tbrfook  44 
 
 Why  thould  I  vex  my  foul,  and  fret  72 
 
 Will  God  forever  call  us  off  139 
 
 With  all  my  pow'rs  of  heart  and  tongue  263 
 
 With  earned  longings  of  the  mind  82 
 
 With  my  whole  heart  I'll  raife  my  fong  19 
 With  my  whole  heart  I've  fought  thy  face         234 
 
 With  rev'rence  let  the  faints  ?ppear  16  i 
 
 With  fongs  and  honours  founding  loud  279 
 
 Would  you  behold  the  works  of  God  204 
 
 YE  holy  fouls  In  God  rejoice  63 
 
 Ye  illands  of  the  Northern  fea  18  x 
 
 Ye  nations  round  the  earth  rejoice  185 
 
 Ye  fervants  ofth'  Almighty  King  214 
 
 Ye  fous  of  men.  a  feeble  race  17  1 
 
 Ye  fons  of  pride,  who  hate  the  jufl:  93 
 
 Ye  who  delight  to  ferve  the  Lord  213 
 
 Ye  who  obey  th'  immortal  King  255 
 
 Ye  tribes  of  Adam,  join  2.3© 
 
 Yet  (faith  the  Lord)  if  David's  race  163 
 
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 ADORE,    and  tremble*  for  our  God  2( 
 
 Alas,  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed;  ic 
 All  mortal  vanities,  be  gone  J 
 
 And  are  we  wretches  yet  alive  17 
 
 And  mult  this  body  die  i& 
 
 And  now  the  fcales  have  left  mine  eyes  15 
 
 Arife,  my  foul,  my  joyful  pow'rs  15' 
 As  new-born  babes  defire  the  breaft  8. 
 
 At  thy  command,  our  deareft  Lord  23* 
 
 Attend,  while  God's  exalted  Son  19^ 
 Awake,  my  heart,  arife,  my  tongue  it> 
 
 Awake,  our  fouls,  away  our  fears  27 
 
 Away  from  ev'ry  mortal  care  188 
 
 ACKWARD  with  humble  fhame  we  look     34 
 
 Begin,  my  tongue,  fome  heav'nly  theme  149 
 Behold  how  finners  difagree  81 
 
 Behold  the  blind  their  fight  receive  196 
 Behold  the  glories  of  the  Lamb  3 
 
 Behold  the  grace  appears  5 
 
 Behold  the  potter  and  the  clay  71 
 
 Behold  the  Rofe  of  Sharon  here  41 
 
 Behold  the  woman's  promis'd  feed  19? 
 Behold  the  wretch  whole  luft  and  wine  76 
 
 Behold  what  wond'rous  grace  3U 
 
 Blefs'd  are  the  humble  fouls  who  fee  63 
 
 Blefs'd  be  the  evevlafting  God  19 
 
 Blefs'd  be  the  Father  and  his  love  240 
 
 Blefs'd  morning,  whofe  young  dawning  rays  15a 
 
 Blefs'd  with  the  joys  of  innocence  19 1 
 
 Blood  has  a  voice  to  pierce  the  Ikies  185 
 
 Bright  King  of  glory,  dreadful  God  135 
 
 Broad  is  the  road  which  leads  to  death  209 
 Bury'd  in  fhadows  of  the  night  6r 
 
 But  few  among  the  carnal  wife  60 
 
 CAN  creatures  to  perfection  find  218 
 Chrift  and  his  crof*  are  all  our  theme  74 
 
 Come,  all  Inrmon'ous  tongues  160 
 
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 Conie,  dearelt  Lord,  defcend  and  dwell  83 
 
 Come,  happy  fouls,  approach  your  God  175 
 
 Come  hither,  all  ye  weary  fouls  78 
 
 Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heav'nly  Dove  124 
 
 Come,  let  us  join  a  joyful  tune  224. 
 
 Come,  let  us  join  cur  cheerful  fongs  37 
 
 Came,  let  us  lift  our  joyful  eyes  178 
 
 Come,  let  us  lift  our  voices  high  23  > 
 
 Come,  we  who  love  the  Lord  121 
 
 DAUGHTERS  of  Zion,  come,  behold  44 
 
 Dear  Lord,  behold  our  lore  dillrefs  212 
 
 Deareft  of  all  the  names  above  203 
 
 Death  cannot  make  our  fouls  afraid  13  4- 
 
 Death  may  diflblve  my  body  now  20 
 
 Death!   'tis  a  melancholy  day  136 
 
 Deceiv'd  by  fubtle  fnares  of  hell  66 
 
 Deep  in  the  dull,  before  thy  throne  77 
 
 Defcend  from  heav'n,  immortal  Dove  116 
 
 Do  we  not  know  that  folemn  word  75 
 
 Down  headiong  from  their  native  fkies  170 
 
 Dread  Sov'reign,  let  my  ev'ning  long  105 
 
 ERE  the  blue  heav'ns  were  flretch'd  abroad     4 
 
 Eternal  Sov'reign  of  the  iky  203 
 
 Eternal  Spirit,  we  confefs  154. 
 
 FAITH  is  the  brighter!  evidence  74 
 Far  from  my  thoughts,  vain  world  be  gone  no 
 
 Father,  I  long,  I  faint  to  fee  14S 
 
 Father,  we  wait  to  feel  thy  grace  138 
 
 Firm  as  the  earth  thy  gofpel  ftands  84 
 
 From  heav'n  the  finning  angels  fell  170 
 
 From  thee,  ray  Godr  my  joys  fhall  rife  154 
 
 GENTILES  by  nature,  we  belong  70 
 
 Give  me  the  wings  of  faith  to  rife  197 
 
 Glory  to  God  the  Trinity  24: 
 
 Glory  to  God  who  walks  the  iky  1.  h 
 
 Glory  to  God  the  Father's  naaie  2 
 
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 ivyful  name  1 18 
 
 God;  who  in  var'ous  rrieiho4s  told  31 
 
 Co  preach  my  gofpel,  faith  the  Lord  79 
 
 Go.  Vvorlhip  at  Emmanuel's  feet  90 
 
 Great  G                               irt  thou  148 
 
 at  God:  I  own  thy  fentencejuft  6 
 
 y  glories  fha.Il  employ  215 
 
 Great  God(  to  what  a  glor'ous  height  1  3  t 
 
 Great  King  of  glory  and  of  grace  210 
 
 Great  was  the  day,  the  joy  was  great  200 
 
 HAD  I  the  (tongueS  of  Greeks  and  Jews 
 Happy  the  Churchi  thou  facred  place 
 
 Happy  the  heart  where  graces  reign 
 
 Hark  '   from  the  tombs,  a  doleful"  found 
 
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 How  are  thy  glories  here  difplay'd 
 
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 H  >  .v  honourable  is  the  place 
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 Htw  oft  have  fin  and  fatan  ftrove 
 
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 How  ftrong  thine  arm  is,  mighty  God  2& 
 
 How  fweet  and  awful  is  the  place  229 
 
 How  vain  are  all  things  here  below  135 
 How  wond'rous  gteat,  how  glor'ous  bright        163 
 
 IC  ANNOT  bear  thine  abfence>  Lord          184 
 
 I  give  immortal  praife  243 
 
 I  hate  the  tempter  and  his  charms  2o3 
 
 I  lift  my  banner,  faith  the  Lord  -t 
 
 I  love  the  windows  of  thy  grace  aoi 
 
 I'  m  not  aiham'd  to  own  my  Lord  64/ 
 
 I  fend  the  joys  of  earth  away  107 
 
 I  ikig  my  Saviour's  wond'rous  death  183 
 
 Jehovah  fpeaks,  let  Ifr'el  hear  53 
 
 Jehovah  reigns,  his  throne  is  high  .  21S 
 
 Jefus,  in  thee  our  eyes  behold  90 
 
 Jefus  invites  his  faints  210 
 
 Jefus  is  gone  above  the  fkies  -223 
 
 Jetus,  the  man  of  conftant  grief  11 
 
 Jefus,  we  blefs  thy  Father's  name  $z. 
 
 Jefus,  we  bow  before  thy  feet  233 
 
 Jefus,  with  all  thy  faints  above  120 
 
 In  Gabriel's  hand  a  mighty  ftone  35 
 
 In  thine  own  ways,  O  God  of  iove  22 
 
 In  vain  thefe  wealthy  mortals  toil  17 
 
 In  vain  we  iavilh  out  our  lives  9 
 
 Infinite  grief  !   amazing  wo  169 
 
 Join  all  the  glor'ous  names  06 
 
 join  all  the  names  of  love  and  pow'r  95 
 
 Is  this  the  kind  return  1^2 
 
 iX.  IKD  is  the  fpeech  of  Chrift  our  Lord      4? 
 
 LADEN  with  guilt  and  full  of  fears  185 
 
 Let  all  our  tongues  be  one  225 
 
 Let  everlafting  glories  crown  39.7, 
 
 Let  ev'ry  mortal  ear  attend  7 
 
 Let  God  the  father  live  241 
 
 Let  hirn  embrace  my  foul  and  prove  39 
 
 L.t  God  .he  Makers  name                 *  -242 
 Let  me  but  hear  itjv  Saviour  fay 
 
T     A     13     L     E.  tAC& 
 
 Let  mortal  tongues  attempt  to  fing  34 
 
 Let  others  boaft  how  ftrong  they  be  113 
 
 Let  Pnarifees  of  high  efteem  S2 
 
 Let  the  old  heathen  tune  their  fong  1 15 
 
 Let  th'  feventh  angel  found  on  high  39 
 
 Let  the  whole  race  of  creatures  lie  171 
 
 Let  the  wild  leopards  of  the  wood  210 
 
 Let  them  neglect  thy  glory,  Lord  125 
 
 Let  us  adore  th'  eternal  Word  222 
 
 Life  and  immortal  joys  are  giv'n  189 
 
 Life  is  the  time  to  ferve  the  Lord  5° 
 
 Lift  up  your  eyes  to  th'  heav'nly  feats  126 
 
 Lo  the  deftroying  Angel  flics  2c7 
 
 Like  fheep  we  went  aft  ray  37 
 
 Lo  the  young  tiibes  of  Adam  rife  57 
 
 Lo  what  a  glor'ous  fight  appears  17 
 
 Long  have  1  fat  beneath  the  found  2:3 
 
 Lord»  at  thy  temple  we  appear  15 
 
 Lord>  how  divine  thy  comforts  are  227 
 
 Lord,  how  fecure  and  blefs'd  are  they  140 
 
 Lord»  how  fecure  my  confeience  was  71 
 
 Lord,  we  adore  thy  bount'ous  hand  234 
 
 Lord,  we  adore  thy  vaft  defigns  179 
 
 Lord,  we  are  blind  »  poor  mortals  blind  1 18 
 
 Lord,  we  confefs  our  num'rous  faults  69 
 
 Lord,  what  a  heav'n  of  faving  grace  1 1  * 
 
 Lord,  what  a  wretched  land  is  this  137 
 Lord,  when  my  thoughts  with  wonder  roll         ic3 
 
 MA  N  has  a  foul  of  vaft  defires  20 1 
 
 Miftaken  fouls  who  dream  of  heav'n  85 
 
 My  dear  Redeemer  and  my  Lord  197 
 
 My  drowfy  pow'rs,  why  ileep  ye  fo  117 
 
 My  God,  how  endlefs  is  thy  love  52 
 
 My  God,  my  life,  my  love  167 
 
 My  God,  my  portion,  and  my  love  168 
 
 My  God,  permit  me  not  ro  be  187 
 
 My  God-  the  fpring  of  all  my  joys  138 
 
 My  God,  vvhat  endiefs  pleafures  dwell  12,9 
 
 My  heart,  how  dreadful  hard  itris  171 
 
 My  Saviour  Godi  my  fov'reign  Prince  198 
 
 My  foulj  come;  meditate  the  day  j-H 
 
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 My  foul  forfakes  her  vain  delight  107 
 
 My  thoughts  on  "awful  fubjedls  roll  "10 1 
 
 My  thoughts  iurmount  thefe  lower  Ikies  an 
 
 AKED,  as  from  the  earth  we  came  6 
 
 Nature  with  all  her  pow'rs  ihali  ling  100 
 
 Nature  with  open  volume  ftands  227 
 
 No,  I'll  repine  at  death  no  more  i74 
 
 No,  I  fhall  envy  them  no  more  139 
 
 No  more,  iny  God,  I  boaft  no  more  6S 
 
 Nor  eye  hath  feen,  nor  ear  has  heard  65 
 
 Not  all  the  blood  of  beafts  199 
 
 Not  all  the  outward  forms  on  earth  60 
 
 Not  diff ' rent  food  nor  different  drefs  7S 
 
 Not  from  the  duft  affliction  grows  -55 
 
 Not  the  malicious  or  prophane  6$, 
 
 Not  to  condemn  the  fons  of  men-        .    •  63; 
 
 Not  to  the  terrors  of  the  Lord'  2o£ 
 
 Not  with  our  mortal  eyes  67 
 
 Now  be  the  God  of  Ifr'el  blefs'd  29 
 
 Now  by  the  bowels  of  my  God  80 
 
 Now  for  a  tune  of  lofty  praife  130 
 
 Now  have  our  hearts  embrac'd  our  God  230 
 
 Now  in  the  gall'ries  of  his  grace  49 
 
 Now  in  the  heat  of  youthful  blood  58. 
 
 Now  let  a  fpacious  world  arife  201 
 
 Now  let  our  pains  be  all  forgot  231 
 
 Now  let  the  Lord  my  Saviour  fmile  134 
 
 Now  iatan  comes  witn  dreadful  roar  208 
 
 Now  fhall  my  inward  joys  arife  aj 
 
 Now  to  the  Lord  a  noble  long  133; 
 
 Now  to  the  Lord  who  makes  us  know  36 
 
 Now  to  the  pow'r  of  God  fupreme  84. 
 
 OFOR  an  overcoming  faith  14 
 
 Oh  !  if  my  foul  were  forrn'd  for  wo  177 
 
 Oh  !  the  Almighty  Lord  15S 
 
 Oh  the  delights,  the  heav'nly  joys  16^ 
 
 Often  I  feek  my  Lord  by  night  43 
 
 Once  more,  my  foul,  the  rifing  day  104 
 
 Our  days,  alas,  our  mortal  days  127 
 
 Our  God,  how  firm  his  promife  ftands  128 
 
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 Our  fins,  alas  !  how  ftrong  they  be  16: 
 
 Oar  "fouls  flu  11  magnify  the  Lord  35 
 
 Our  fpirits  join  t'  adore  the  Lamb  230 
 
 PLUNC'Din  a  gulph  of  dark  defpaif  157 
 
 Praife,  everlafting  praife  be  paid  143 
 
 RAISE  thee,  my  foul,  fly  up,  and  run  123 
 
 Raife  your  triumphant  fongs  175 
 
 Rife,  rife,  my  foul,  and  leave  the  ground  1 1 1 
 
 SAINTS,  at  your  heav'nly  Father's  word         I  p 
 
 Salvation  !   O  the  joyful  found  163 
 
 See  where  the  great  incarnate  Cod  26 
 
 Shall  the  vile  race  of  iielh  and  blood  52. 
 
 Shall  we  go  on  to  fan  i>6 
 
 Shall  wifdom  cry  aloud  5S 
 
 Shout  to  the  Lord,  and  let  your  joys  106 
 
 Sin  has  a  thoufand  treach'rous  arts  204 
 
 Sin,  like  a  venomous  clifeafe  2o5 
 
 Sing  to  the  Lord,  who  built  the  flcies  109 
 
 Sing  to  the  Lord,  yc  heav'oly  hofts  144 
 
 Sitting  around  our  father's  board  ~3  " 
 
 So  did  the  Hebrew  prophet  raife  (.9 
 
 So  let  our  lips  and  iives  exprefs  8  t 
 
 Stand  up,  my  foul,  lhake  off  thy  fears  1^5 
 
 Stoop  down  my  thoughts  which  ufe  to  rife  120 
 
 Strait  is  the  way,  the  door  is  ftrait  211 
 
 'TERRIBLE  God  who  reign'fc  on  high  115 
 
 JL    That  awful  day  will  furcly  come  j  7 7 
 
 Thee  we  adore,  eternal  name  139 
 
 The  glories  of  my  Maker,  Cod  151 
 
 The  God  of  Mercy  be  ador'd  242 
 
 The  King  of  Glory  fends  his  Son  19$ 
 
 Tne  lands  which  long  in  darknefs  lay  12 
 
 The  law  by  Moles  came  73 
 
 The  law  commands,  and  makes  us  know  187 
 
 The  Lord  declares  his  will  186 
 
 The  Lord  delcending  from  above  189 
 
 The  Lord  Jehovah  reigns  217 
 
 The  Lord  on  high  proclaims  54 
 
 The  majefty  ol  Solomon  iSi 
 
T     A     B     L     E.  page 
 
 The  mem'ry  of  our  dying  Lord  230 
 
 The  promife  of  my  Father's  love  22 1 
 
 The  promife  was  divinely  free  194 
 
 The  true  Mefliah  now  appears  |  10S 
 
 The  voice  of  my  beloved  founds  42- 
 
 The  wond'ring  world  enquire  to  know  47 
 
 There  is  a  houfe  not  made  with  hands  68 
 
 There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight  147 
 
 There  was  an  hour  when  chrift  rejoic'd  n 
 Thei'e  glor'ous  minds,  how  bright  they  fhine        25 
 
 This  is  the  word  of  truth  and  love  196 
 
 Thou,  whom  my  foul  admires  above  40 
 
 Thus  did  the  fons  of  Abra'm  pafs  190 
 
 Thus  far  the  Lord  has  led  me  on  5  t 
 
 Thus  faith  the  firft,  and  great  command  "jz 
 
 Thus  faith  the  high  and  lofty  One  55 
 
 Thus  faith  the  Ruler  of  the  fkies  160 
 
 Thus  faith  the  mercy  of  the  Lord  75 
 
 Thus  faith  the  wifdom  of  the  Lord  59 
 
 Thy  favours,  Lord*  furprife  our  fouls  131 
 
 Time,  what  an  empty  vapour  'tis  141 
 
 'Tis  by  the  faith  of  joys  to  come  191 
 
 3Tis  from  the  treafures  of  his  word  93 
 
 5Tis  not  the  law  often  commands  iSS 
 
 To  God  tht  only  wife  yo 
 
 To  him  who  chofe  us  firft  244. 
 
 5  Twas  by  an  order  from  the  Lord  204 
 
 'Twas  on  that  dark,  that  doleful  night  219 
 
 'Twas  the  commiffion  of  the  Lord  30 
 
 VAIN  are  the  hopes  the  fons  of  men  59 
 Vain  are  the  hopes  which  rebels  place         6z 
 
 Up  to  the  fields  where  angels  lie  128 
 
 Up  to  the  Lord  who  reigns  on  high  13a 
 
 WE  are 'a  garden  wall'd  around  46 
 
 We  blefs  the  prophet  of  the  Lord  193 
 
 We  fing  th'  amazing  deeds  232. 
 
 We  ling  the  glories  of  thy  love  33 
 
 Welcome,  fweet  day  of  reft           .  109 
 
 Well,  the  Redeemer's  gone  125 
 
 What  diff'rent  pow'rs  of  grace  and  fin  199 
 
TABLE.  va 
 
 What  equal  honours  fhall  we  bring  37 
 
 What  happy  men  or  angels  thefe  24 
 
 What  mighty  Man.  or  rrfighty  <Jod  20 
 
 Whence  do  our  mournful  thoughts  arife  2; 
 
 "When  I  can  read  my  title  clear  i4r> 
 
 When  in  the  light  of  faith  divine  173 
 
 When  1  iurvey  the  wond'rous  crofs  214 
 
 When  we  are  rais'd  from  deep  diftrefs  32 
 
 When  ftrangeri  ftand  and  hear  me  tell  48 
 
 When  the  firlt  parents  of  our  face  156 
 
 When  the  great  Builder  arch'd  the  fkies  116 
 
 Where  are  the  mourners,  faith  the  Lord  206 
 
 Who  can  delcribe  the  joys  which  rife  63 
 
 Who  has  believ'd  thy  v  86 
 
 Who  is  this  fair  One  in  difl  49 
 
 Who  lhall  the  Lord's  elect  condemn  15 
 
 Why  does  yom  face,  ye  humble  fouls  16 1 
 
 Why  do  we  mourn  departing  friends  102 
 
 Why  is  my  heart  fb  tar  from  thee  113 
 
 Why  fhould  the  children  of  a  King  £.9 
 
 Why  lhould  this  e:uth  delig  213 
 
 Why  lhould  we  ftjrt,  and  fear  to  die  121 
 
 With  cheerful  voice  I  fing  93 
 
 With  holy  fear  and  humble  fong  13  1 
 
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