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 REV. LOUIS FITZGERALD BENSON, D. D. 
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 IINCETON THEOLOGICAL SEMINARY 
 
 
A COLLECTION 
 
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 By ELIAS SMltH, 
 
 Servant of Jefus Chrift. 
 
 And they'fung a new fong, faying, Thou art worthy <:• 
 take the book, and to open the feals thereof ; for thou wad 
 Cain, and haft redeemed us to God by thy blood, out of 
 every kindred, and tongue, and people, and nation ; 
 
 And haft made us unto our God kings and priefls ; and 
 we fhall reign on the earth. Rev. v. 9, 10. 
 
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 A COLLECTION 
 
 OF 
 
 HYMNS. 
 
 HYMN I. Longing for Heaven. 
 
 i (~\ WHEN (hall I fee Jefus, 
 \^_/ And reign with him above ; 
 And from that .flowing fountain 
 Drink everlafting love. 
 When fhall I be deliver'd 
 From this vain world of fm, 
 And with my bleffed Jefus, 
 Drink endlefs pleafures in ? 
 
 2 But now I am a foldier, 
 My Captain's gone before, 
 He's given me my orders, 
 And bid me not give o'er ; 
 And fince he has prov'd faithful, 
 A righteous crown he'il give, 
 And all his valiant foldiers 
 Eternal life mall have. 
 
 3 Through grace I am determin'd 
 To conquer, though I die, 
 And then away to Jefus, 
 
 On wings of love, I'll fly. 
 
 Farewell to fin and forrow, 
 
 I bid you all adieu, 
 
 And, O my friends, prove faithful, 
 
 And on your way purfue«r 
 
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 4 And if you meet with troubles 
 And trials on your way, 
 Then caft your care on Jefus, 
 And don't forget to pray. 
 Gird on the heavenly armour 
 Of faith, and hope, and love ; 
 Then when the combat's ended 
 He'll carry you above. 
 
 5 O do not be difcourag'd, 
 For Jefus is your friend ; 
 
 And if you want mere knowledge, 
 He'll not refufe to lend : 
 Neither will he upbraid you, 
 Tho' oft'ner. you requeft ; 
 He'll give you grace to conquer, 
 And take you home to reft. 
 
 5 And when the laft loud trumpet 
 Shall rend the vaulted ikies, 
 And bid the entomb'd millions 
 From their cold beds arife, 
 Our ranfom'd duft, revived, 
 Bright beauties (hall put on, 
 And foar to the bleft manfion 
 Where our Redeemer's gone. 
 
 1 Our eyes fhall then with rapture 
 The Saviour's face behold ; 
 Our feet, no more diverted, 
 Shall walk the ftreets of gold ; 
 Our ears fhall hear with tranfport 
 The holts celeftial fing ; 
 Our tongues fhall chant the glories 
 Of our immortal King. 
 
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 HYMN II. Blind Bart'tmevs. 
 
 % iy /TERCY, O thou fon of David, 
 XVx Thus blind Bartimeus pray'd ; 
 Many by thy grace are faved, 
 O wilt thou vouchfafe thine aid. 
 
 2 For his crying many chid him,, 
 
 But he cry'd the louder rtill, 
 Till his gracious Saviour bid him 
 Come, anti-aflc me what you will. 
 
 3 Money was not what he wanted, 
 
 Though by begging us'd to live ; 
 But he afk'd; and Jefus granted 
 
 Alms, which none but Chrift could give. 
 
 4 Lord, remove this grievous blindnefs, 
 
 Turn my darknefs into day : 
 Straight he faw, and, drawn by kindnefe, 
 Follow'd Jefus in the way. 
 
 c. Now methinks I hear him praifing, 
 Publifhing to all around ; 
 Friends, is not my cafe amazing ? 
 What a Saviour I have found ! 
 6 O that all the -blind Hut knew him, 
 And would be advis'd by me ; 
 Surely they would come unto him, 
 He would caufe them all to fee. 
 
 HYMN in. The Converted TU 
 
 I C! OVEREIGN grace has power alone 
 i^3 To lubdus an heart of frone, 
 And the moment grace is felt, 
 n the hardeft heart will melt> 
 
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 ^ When the Lord was crucify'd, 
 Two tranfgrefTors with him dyM j 
 One with vile blafphemous tongue 
 ScofPd at Jefus as he hung. 
 
 3 Thns he fpent his wicked breath. 
 In the very jaws of death, 
 Perifh'd, as too many do, 
 Wiftfa^Saviour in his view. 
 
 4 But the other, touch'd with grace, 
 Saw the danger of his cafe ; 
 Yaith receiv'd to own his Lord, 
 Whom the fcribes and priefrs abhorr'd. 
 
 5 Lord, he pray'd, remember me, 
 When in glory thou (halt be ; 
 Soon with me, the Lord replies, 
 Thou (halt be in paradife. 
 
 6 This was wondrous grace indeed, 
 Grace vouchfaf'd in time of need ; 
 Sinners, truft in Jefus* name, 
 
 You will find him ftill the fame. 
 
 7 But beware of unbelief, 
 Think upon the harden'd thief ! 
 If the gofpel you difdain, 
 Chrift to you has dy'd in vain. 
 
 BTMN IV, Redemption. 
 
 i f*i OME, friends and relations, let's join heat$ 
 V> and hand, 
 
 The voice of the Turtle is heard in our land ; 
 Let's all walk together, and follow the found, 
 ^.nd march to the place where Redemption 13 
 found. 
 
( 7 ) 
 
 2 The pjace it is hidden, the place is conceal'd, 
 No mortal can know it until 'tis reveaPd ; 
 The place is in Jefus, to Jefus we'll go, 
 
 And there find Redemption from forrow and wo- 
 
 3 And you, my dear brethren, who love my dear 
 
 Lord, 
 Who've witnefs'd free pardon through faith in 
 
 his word, M .■-.•< 
 
 Let patience attend you wherever you beJF 
 Your §aviourhaspurchas'd Redemption for thee. 
 
 4 We read of commotions and figns in the ifcies, 
 The fun and the moon fhall be cloth'd in difguife j 
 And when you fhall fee all thefe tokens appear, 
 Then lift up your heads, your Redemption draws 
 
 near. 
 
 5 Oh then the Archangel the trumpet fhall found, 
 And wake all the faints that fleep under the 
 
 ground ! 
 The found of the trumpet (hall bid you arife, 
 To meet your Redemption with joy and furprife. 
 
 P And then loving Jefus our fouls will receive, 
 From bonds of corruption our bodies relieve ; 
 Then we fhall be perfed, and we fhall be free, 
 We'll fing of Redemption wherever we be. 
 
 7 Redeemed from fin and redeemed from death, 
 Redeem'd from corruption, redeem'd from the 
 
 earth, 
 Redeem'd from damnation, redeem'd from all wo, 
 We'll fing of Redemption wherever we go. 
 
 8 Redeemed from pain and redeem'd from diftrefs, 
 i he fruits of Redemption no tongue can exprek j 
 Redemption was purchas'd by Jefus' free love^ 
 Wp'JJ fing of Redemption in heaven above. 
 
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 HTMN V. The Tear of the Redtemed. 
 
 f ^10 ME, welcome this new year of grace, 
 \^f Proclaim'd through Jefus' blood ; 
 The happy year of our releafe, 
 To feal our peace with God. 
 
 2 We early wander'd from our God, 
 
 In the dark maze of fin ; 
 The year of the redeemed i,s come. 
 To bring us back again,. 
 
 3 We once could fpurn at offer'd grace. 
 
 And flight a Saviour's charms ; 
 The year of the redeem'd is come, 
 To call us to his arms. 
 
 4 We hear the gofpel's joyful found 
 
 Proclaim the jubilee ; 
 The year of the redeem'd is come, 
 To fet the ranfom'd free. 
 
 5 Ye aged faints, who long have figfi'd 
 
 To fee this happy day, 
 The year of the redeem'd is come, 
 To wipe your tears away. 
 u Yc iambs of Chriir, whofe fouls are bound 
 In love's eternal chain, 
 The year of the redeem'd is come, 
 And you with Chriir mal) reign. 
 n Ye lovely youth* who late have known 
 The fweets of pard'ning grace, 
 The year of the redeem'd demands 
 Your noblefr acls of praife. 
 3 You feel your fouls encircled by 
 A reconciling God : 
 The year of the redeem'd proclaims 
 Solvation through his bloQd. 
 
( 9 ) 
 
 } Now you can tell a fcoffing world 
 Their threats are all in vain ; 
 The year of the redeem'd is come. 
 To rccompenfe your pain. 
 
 But O, ye carelefs, ChrifHefs fouls, 
 
 Who fcorn the happy few ! 
 The year of the redeem'd will come, 
 And take them all from you. 
 
 1 I Then will you mourti, and fay at iaft, 
 
 We did inRruclion hate ; 
 The year of the redeem'd is pail, 
 And now it is too late, 
 
 2 When Gabriel burfls the vaulted tomb, 
 
 And bids the dead arife, 
 We'li fing the year of the redeem'd, 
 
 And lift our joyful eyes ! 
 [,3 We'll ling a long eternity, 
 
 On yonder-blifsful more, 
 The year of the redeem'd is come, 
 
 And we (hall figh no more. 
 
 HYMN VI. The Supper. 
 
 A Fountain in Jcfus which runs always free. 
 For warning and cjeanfing fuch fmners as we; 
 Our fins, though like crimfon, made white as the 
 No lack in the fountain, but always is full, [wool, 
 All things now are ready, he invites us to pome, 
 The fupper is made by the Father and Son j 
 Rich bounties, rich dainties, here we may receive, 
 A living forever, if we will believe. 
 The gueirs which were bidden, refufed the call ; 
 For they were not ready nor willing at all 
 To be flripp'd of their honour, and part with their 
 
 ftore, 
 For a ieail that was given and made (ox the poor. 
 
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 4 If they are not ready and wifli to delay* 
 My houfe fhail be filled, the Father doth fay ; 
 The highways and hedges, the halt and the blind, 
 Shall come and be welcome, the Supper is mine. 
 
 5 He decks us with jewels, and rings of rich kind ; 
 A garment not woven, but richly refm'd ; 
 Redeemed by Jefus, made fieirs with the King, 
 A plan of the Father, in glory to fing. 
 
 HYMN VII. Grateful Recolkaion. 
 
 1 /~>i OME, thou fount of ev'ry blefling, 
 V^y Tune my heart to fing thy grace j 
 Streams of mercy never ceafing 
 Call for fongs of loudeft praife. 
 
 2 Teach me fome melodious fonnet 
 Sung by flaming tongues above ; 
 Praife the mount, O fix me on it, 
 Mount of God's unchanging love. 
 
 3 Here I raife my Ebenezer, 
 Hither by thy grace I'm come, 
 And I hope, by thy good pleafure, 
 Safely to arrive at home. 
 
 4 Jefus fought me when a flranger, 
 Wandering from the fold of God ; 
 He, to fave my foul from danger, 
 Interpos'd his precious blood. 
 
 5 O ! to grace, how great a debtor 
 Daily I'm conftrain'd to be ! 
 Let thy grace, Lord, like a fetter, 
 Bind my wandering foul to thee. 
 
 6 Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it, 
 Prone to leave the God I love ; 
 Here's my heart, Lord, take and feallt. 
 Seal it from thy courts above. 
 
( II ) 
 
 H1 J MN VIII. The Go/pel PcoL 
 
 BESIDE the Gofpel Pool, 
 Appointed for the poor, 
 From year to year, my helplefs foul 
 
 Has waited for a cure. 
 
 How often have I feen 
 
 The healing waters move, 
 And many round me, ftepping in^ 
 
 Their efficacy prove. 
 
 But my complaints remain, 
 
 I feel the very fame ; 
 As full of guilt, and fear and pain, 
 
 As when at firft I came. 
 
 O, would the Lord appear. 
 
 My maladies to heal ; 
 He knows how long I've waited here, 
 
 And what diflfels I feel. 
 
 How often have I thought, 
 
 Why mould I longer try ? 
 Surely the mercies I have fought, 
 
 Are not for fuch as I. 
 
 But whither mall I go I 
 
 There is no other pool, 
 Where ftreams of fovereign mercy flow, 
 
 To make a (inner whole. 
 
 Here then, from day to day, 
 
 I'll wait, and hope, and cry, 
 C*n Jefus hear a Hnner pray, 
 
 And fuffer him to die I 
 
 No, he is full of grace ; 
 
 He never will permit 
 The foul that fain would fee his face- 
 To periih at his feet. 
 
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 HYMN tX. The Go/pel Preacher. 
 
 t T 7C 7" HAT contradictions meet 
 V V In minifters' employ ! 
 It is a bitter fweet, 
 A forrow full of joy : 
 No other poft affords a place 
 For equal honour and dtfgracc. 
 
 Who can defcribe the pain 
 
 Which faithful preachers feel ? 
 
 Conftrain'd to fpeak in vain, 
 
 To hearts as hard as (reel ; 
 But who can tell the pleafures felt 
 When ffubborn hearts begin to melt ? 
 
 The Saviour's dying love, 
 
 The foul's amazing worth, 
 
 Their utmofl efforts move, 
 
 And draw their bowels forth : 
 They pray and ftrive, their reft departs* 
 Till Chrifr. be form'd in finners' hearts* 
 
 If fome fmall hope appears, 
 
 They ftill are not content j 
 
 But with a jealous fear, 
 
 They watch for the event : 
 Too oft they find their hopes deceived, 
 Then how their inmoft fouls are griev'd 
 
 But when their pains fucceed, 
 
 And from the tender blade 
 
 The ripening ears proceed, 
 
 Their toils are overpaid : 
 No harveft joys can equal their? - 
 To find th« fruit of all their cawefc. 
 
( *3 ) 
 HYMN X. 
 
 *■ "VTOW the Saviour frands a pleading 
 J_\l At the firmer 's bolted heart ; 
 Now in heav'n he's interceding, 
 Undertaking (inners* part. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 Sinners, can you hate this Saviour ? 
 Will you thruft him from your arms ? 
 Once he dy'd for your behaviour, 
 Now he calls you to his charms. 
 l Now he pleads his fweat and bloodftted, 
 Shews his wounded hands and feet ; 
 Father, fave them, though they're blood red, 
 Raife them to a heav'nly feat. 
 Sinners, can you hate, &c. 
 
 3 Sinners, hear your God and Saviour, 
 Hear his gracious voice to-day. 
 Turn from all your vain behaviour, 
 O repent, return, and pray. 
 
 Sinners, can you hate, &c. 
 
 4 O be wife before you languifh 
 On the bed of dying ftrife, 
 Endlefs joy, or endlefs anguifh, 
 Turn upon th' events of life. 
 
 Sinners, can you hate, &c. 
 
 5 Now he's waiting to be gracious, 
 Now he ftands and looks on thee ; 
 See what kindnefs, love, and pity, 
 Seines around on you and me. 
 
 Sinners, can you hate, &c. 
 
 6 ^vcn now your hcaTts before hina # 
 £id the Saviour welcome ht : 
 
( '4 ) 
 
 Now receive, and O ! adore hiiri, 
 Take a full difcharge from fin. 
 
 Sinners, can you hate, &c. 
 Come, for all things now are ready, 
 Yet there's room for many more ; 
 O ye blind, ye lame and needy, 
 Come to wifdom's boundlefs ftore. 
 
 Sinners, can you hate, &c. 
 
 HTMN XL The Bible. 
 
 PRECIOUS Bible ! what a treafurtf 
 Does the word of God afford ! 
 All I want for life or plealure, 
 Food and med'eine, ihield and fword ; 
 Let the world account me poor, 
 Having this I need no more. 
 Food to which the world's a ffrariger, 
 Here my hungry foul enjoys ; 
 Of excels there is no danger, 
 Though it fills, it never cloys ; 
 On a dying Chrift I feed, 
 He is meat and drink indeed i 
 
 When my faith is faint and fickly.. 
 Or when Satan wounds my miritfj 
 Cordials to revive me quickly, 
 Healing med'eines here I find'; 
 To the promifes I flee, 
 Each affords a remedy. 
 In the hour of dark temptation,. 
 Satan cannot make me yield ; 
 For the word of confolr.ti on 
 Is to me a mighty fhield ; 
 While the fcripture truth is furs* 
 Fiom his malice I'm fecure. 
 
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( ;*$ ) 
 
 5 Vain his threats to overcome me, 
 When I take the Spirit's fv/ord ; 
 Then with e?fe J drive him From me, 
 Satan trembles at the word ; 
 
 'Tis a fword tor conquelt made, 
 Keen the edge, and itrong the blade. 
 
 6 Shall I envy then the miler, 
 Doating on his golden itore ? 
 Sure I am, or ihouid be wifer, 
 I am rich, 'tis he is poor ; 
 Jefus gives me in his word, 
 
 Food una med'eine, fhield and fv/ord. 
 
 KTMN XII. The Jubilee, 
 
 i TT7HAT heavenly rrufic do I hear I 
 V V Salvation founding free, 
 Ye iouls io Lo nd age, lend an t c r, 
 This is the Jubilee. 
 
 2 How fweetly doth the tidings roll, 
 
 All round from fea to fea, 
 From land to land, from pole to pole j 
 This is the Jubilee. 
 
 3 Good nows, good news to Adam's race ; 
 
 Let Chriitians all agree, 
 To fing redeeming love and grace ; 
 This is the Jubilee. 
 
 4 'the gofpel founds a fweet releafe, 
 
 To aii in mifcry, 
 And bid: them welcome on to peace ; 
 
 This is the Jubliee. 
 ir.ners, be wife, return, and come 
 
 Unto the Saviour free ; 
 The Sp:rit bids you welcome on ; 
 
 This is the Jubilee. 
 
( i« ) 
 
 6 Jefus is on the mercy feat, 
 
 Before him bend the knee ; 
 Let heaven and earth his praife repeat. 
 This is the Jubilee. 
 
 f O all who dwell in foreign lands. 
 In want and poverty ; 
 Return and come to Canaan's land; 
 This is the Jubilee. 
 
 8 Come ye redeem'd, your tribute bring, 
 With fongs of harmony ; 
 While on the road to Canaan, fing 
 This is the Jubilee. 
 
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 HTMN XIII. Saul's Armour. 
 HEN firft my foyl enlifted, 
 
 My Saviour's foes to fight \ 
 Miftaken friends infilled 
 I was not arm'd aright ; 
 3o Saul dcclar'd to David 
 He certainly would fail ; 
 Nor could his life be faved 
 Without a coat of mail. 
 But David, though he yielded 
 To put the armour on, 
 Soon found he could not wield %, 
 And ventur'd forth with none. 
 With only fling and pebble, 
 He fought the fight of faith ; 
 The weapons feem'd but feeble ; 
 But prov'd Goliath's death. 
 Had I by him been guided, 
 And quickly thrown away 
 The armour men provided, 
 I might have gain'd the day j 
 
( '7 ) 
 
 But arm'd as they advis'd me, 
 My expectations fail'd ; 
 My enemy furpris'd me, 
 And had almoft prevail'd. 
 
 4 FurrifiVd with books and notions, 
 Ami arguments and pride ; 
 
 1 piaclis'd all my motions, 
 Ami Satan's power deiy'd ; 
 But foon perceiv'd with trouble 
 That theie wouid Jo no good ; 
 Iron to them is ftubblt, 
 And bfais but rotten wood. 
 
 5 I uiumph'd at a diftance 
 While he w^s out of fight ; 
 But uir.t was my refiftaoc^ 
 When iore'd to join in iight ; 
 He broke my iwo;d in fhivers, 
 And pi-re'd my boalTed fr.ield, 
 Laugh'd at my vain endeavours, 
 And drove me from the field. 
 
 6 Satan will not be braved 
 By fuch a worm as I : 
 
 J hen let me learn with D^vic, 
 To truft in the Moil High ; 
 To plead the name of JdTus, 
 And ufe the fiing of piay'r ; 
 Thus arni'd, when Satan fees us 
 rie'l) tremble and defpair. 
 
 BTMN XIV. The good Phy/m* 
 
 1 ^!Jf ^^ r i°ft was m y conc 
 
 JtjL J-* III }-:fuG made me whole ! 
 c i: bit o ;e Phyfician 
 In-Kckfoui! 
 ■£■* 
 
( is ) 
 
 Next door to death he found me, 
 And fnatch'd me from the grave, 
 To tell to all around me, 
 His wondrous power to fave. 
 
 2 The worft of all difeafes m 
 Is light compar'd to fin j 
 On ev'ry part it feizes, 
 But rages mod within ; 
 'Tis palfy, plague and fever, 
 And madnefs, all combin'd ; 
 And none but a believer 
 The leaft relief can find, 
 
 3 From men great fkill profiling, 
 I thought a cure to gain ; 
 
 But this prov'd more difrrefling, 
 And added to my pain : 
 Some faid that nothing aiPd me, 
 Some gave me up for loft ; 
 Thus ev'ry refuge fail'd me, 
 And all my hopes were crofs'd. 
 
 4 At length this great Phyfician, 
 How matchlefs is his grace 1 
 Accepted my petition, 
 
 And undertook my cafe ; 
 Firft gave me light to view him, 
 For fin my eyes had feal'd ; 
 Then bade me look unto him. i 
 I lopk'd, and I was heal'd. 
 
 c A dying, rifen Jefus, 
 
 Seen by an eye of faith ; • 
 
 At once from danger frees us, 
 i\ud faves the foul from death ; 
 
( >9 ) 
 
 Come then to this Phyfician, 
 His help he'll freely give ; 
 He makes no hard condition, 
 1 Tis only — look and live. 
 
 HYMN XV. Recruiting Orders. 
 
 CHRIST is fet on Zion's hill, 
 He receiveth finners ftill ; 
 Who will ferve this blefTed King, 
 Come, enlift, and with me fing ; 
 
 I his foldier fure will be, 
 
 Happy in eternity. 
 I by faith enlifled am, 
 In the fervice of the Lamb ; 
 Prefent pay I now receive, 
 Future happinefs he'll give. 
 
 I his foldier, &c. 
 Zion's King my Captain is, 
 Conqueft I mall never mifs ; 
 Let the fiends of hell engage, 
 Fret and foam, and roar and rage, 
 
 I his foldier, &c. 
 Let the world their forces join, 
 W^th the fiends of hell combine ; 
 Greater is ray King than they, 
 Threugh him I mail win the day, 
 
 I his foldier, &c. 
 Wicked men I fcorn to fear, 
 Though they perfecute me here ; 
 True, they may the body kill, 
 Bat my King's on Zion's hill* 
 
 I his foldier, &c. 
 
 What a Captain have I got-* 
 Is co: mine a happy lot I 
 
( p ) 
 
 Hear, ye worldlings, hear my fang, 
 This the language of my tongue, 
 I his foldier, &c. 
 
 7 When this life's (hort fpace is o'er, 
 I (hall live, to die no more ; 
 Therefore wiii i take the fvvord, 
 right tor jefus Chrift my Lord. 
 
 I his ioldier, &c. 
 
 8 Come, ye worldlings, come, enlift, 
 'Tis the voice of Jefus Chrift ; 
 Whofoever will may come, 
 
 Jefus Chrifr refufeth none. 
 I his foldier, &c. 
 
 9 Jefus is my Captain*s name, 
 Now as yeiterday the fame ; 
 In his name I notice give, 
 All who come he will receive. 
 
 I his Ioldier, &c. 
 
 10 Be perfuaded, take his pay, 
 All your tins he'll wnfh aw,<y ; 
 Now in Jefus ' name believe, 
 Future happinefs he'li give. 
 
 Yes, in heaven you iurj fhall be, 
 Praifing God eternally. 
 
 HTMN XVI. Strength from Heaven. 
 
 I T} Y whom was David taught 
 JT) To aim the dreadful bio.v, 
 Wiien he Goliath Fought, 
 And I *i x 1 the Gitti.te low ? — 
 No fwerd o: fpe*r the tripling took* 
 But chole a pebble from the brook. 
 
 | 'Twas Iliad's God and King 
 Who fent him to the fight, 
 
( M ) 
 
 Who gave him ftrength to fling, 
 And fkill to aim aright. 
 Ye feeble faints, your ftrength endures, 
 Becaufe young David's God is yout's. 
 
 Who order'd Gideon forth, 
 
 To itorm th' invader's camp, 
 
 With arms of little worth, 
 
 A pitcher and a lamp ? 
 
 The. trumpets made his comings kuowji, 
 
 And all the hoft was overthrown. 
 
 Oh I I have feen the day, 
 
 When with a fmgle word, 
 
 God helping me to fay, 
 
 My truft is in the Lord, 
 
 My foul has quelPd a thoufand foes, 
 
 Fearlefs of all that could oppofe.' 
 
 But unbelief, feif-will, 
 
 Seifrighteoufnefs and pride, 
 
 How often do they (real 
 
 My weapon from my fide ! 
 
 Yet David's Lord, and Gideon's friend, 
 
 Will help his fervant to the end. 
 
 HYMN XVII. 
 
 STOP, poor fmner, flop and think, 
 Before you farther go — 
 Will you fport upon the brink 
 
 Of everlafting wo ? 
 Hell beneath is gaping wide ! 
 
 Vengeance waits the dread command, 
 So on to flop your fport and pride, 
 And fink you with the damn'd. 
 
( ft* ) 
 
 le evifca'ed notv to flop, 
 
 For unlefs you <zva>rhij tafat* 
 Err you are aware you'// drop 
 Into thi. burniv,<y take. 
 Crpflly death will quickly come, 
 
 And dra£ you to the bar ; 
 Then *o hear your awful docnj 
 
 Will fill vou with deipair : 
 All your fins will round you crowd, 
 
 Sins oi bloody crirojon dye, 
 
 Bsck lor vengeance ciying loud, 
 
 And what can you reply • 
 
 bl[ mutated) £>V, 
 
 Say, have yea an arm like God, 
 
 That you his will oppoie ! 
 Fear you not his iron rod. 
 
 With which he breaks ius foes ? 
 Can you hand in that gieat day, 
 
 When he judgment lhall proclaim j 
 "When the e«rth fii.ill melt away, 
 Like wax before the flame ? 
 be entreaiedy or. 
 
 Though your hearts yre msde of Aone, 
 
 V our rordieao.; lin'd with brafs ; 
 God at length win hia&e you feel, 
 
 He wdLnqi let you pais : 
 Sinners tiien in yarn will call, 
 
 ( i hough they now defpife his grace ;) 
 Kocks and mountains, on us fall, 
 
 rind hide us horn his face. 
 Q be entreated-, Uc, 
 Bui as yet there is a hope, 
 
 iriiat you may mercy know; 
 Though his arm is jilted up, 
 
 lie {till lorbears the blow : 
 
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 It was fur finners J'efts <iyY, 
 
 Singer? h ? invites to come ; 
 None who come lhali be deny'd ; 
 He lavs there yet is room. 
 be entreated, <3c. 
 
 HYMN XVUI. iapiifm. 
 
 ,r ~?P ^ J clus c *° 1 ' 1 ^ ve ' 
 
 X The witneGj we nave, 
 
 When buried with him in tire watery grave. 
 
 And when we ariie, 
 
 We lift up our eyes, 
 
 And view with iinazement, the opening flcies. 
 
 Jehovah comes down 
 
 The precept to own, 
 
 And doth with his prefence the o-dinance crown. 
 
 And fweetly we prove, 
 
 By whifpers of love, 
 
 That we toon fhall meet in the regions above. 
 
 , HYMN X.X. Immcrfwn. 
 r | ^ H U S was tlie great Redeemer plunged, 
 
 JL In Jordan's i\veJhng flood, 
 To ihew he muit loon be bapti_fd, 
 
 In teats, and iweat, and bJood. 
 Thus was his ficred bodv laid, ' 
 
 Beneath the yielding wave ; 
 Thus was h;s iacred body rais'd 
 
 Cut of the liquid grave. 
 Lord, we thy precepts would obey, 
 
 In thy own footiteps tread ; 
 Would die, be bunea, rife with thee, 
 
 Cur ever- living head. 
 
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 HTMN XX. 
 
 A praSlcal Improvement of Bajftifm. 
 
 ATTEND, ye children of your God ; 
 Ye heirs of glory, hear, 
 For accents fo divine as thefe, 
 
 Might charm the dulleft ear. 
 BaptizM into your Saviour's death, 
 
 Your fouls to fin muft die ; 
 With Chrift your Lord we live anew, 
 
 With Chrift afcend on high. 
 There by his Father's fide he fits* 
 
 Enthron'd divinely fair ; 
 Yet owns himfelf your brother ftill, 
 
 And your forerunner there. 
 Rife from thefe earthly trifles, rife 
 
 On wings of faith and love ; 
 Above your choiceft treafure lies, 
 
 And be your hearts above. 
 
 HTMN XXI. 
 The PraSicc of Ancient Chrlftians* 
 
 NEVER does truth more mine 
 With beams of heav'nly light. 
 
 Than when the fcriptures join 
 
 To prove it plain and right ; 
 Than when each text doth each explain* 
 And all unite to fpeak the fame. 
 
 Thus Peter who obey'd 
 
 What Jefus faid, was wife, 
 
 And preach'd as he was led, 
 
 Repent, and be baptized ; 
 Thus Philip did t' the Eunuch fay, 
 If you believe ia Chrift y«m may. 
 
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 P.iul preach'd the v/ord of grace, 
 Whole houfehoids did believe, 
 And were baptiz'd to Chrift, 
 Whofe gofpel they'd receiv'd ; 
 
 Thus Chriftians were of ancient date. 
 
 As facred hiirory does relate. 
 "We fee 'tis no new thing, 
 To teach, and then baptize ; 
 So Chriftians firfl: began, 
 Chrift's ordinance to prize ; 
 
 This makes us cheerfully obey, 
 
 And go as they have led the way. 
 
 HTMN XXII. 
 To be Jung at the Lord's Supper. 
 
 LORD, at thy table I behold 
 The wonders of thy grace ; 
 But mod: of all admire that I 
 
 Should find a welcome place : 
 I, who was all defil'd with fin, 
 
 A rebel to my God ; 
 I, who have crucify'd his Son, 
 
 And trampled on his blood. 
 What ftrange furprifing grace is this, 
 
 That fuch a foul has room ! 
 My Saviour takes me by the hand, 
 
 My Jefus bids me come. 
 Eat, O my friends, the Saviour cries, 
 
 The feaft was made for you ; 
 For you I groan'd, and bled, and dy'd, 
 
 And rofe and triurnph'd too. 
 With humble faith, and bleeding hearts, 
 
 Lord, we accept thy love j 
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 Tis a rich banquet we have had; 
 What will it be above ? 
 8 Ye faints below, and hofts of heav'ri; 
 Join all your praifmg pow'rs ; 
 No theme is like redeeming Jove, 
 No Saviour is like ours. 
 7 Had I ten thoufand hearts, dear Lord* 
 IMgive them all to thee j 
 Had I ten thoufand tongues, they all 
 Should join the harmony. 
 
 HTMN XXIII. Invitation to follow the Lamb* 
 1 TTtJMBLE fouls, who feekfalvation, 
 X JL Through the Lamb's redeeming blood, 
 Wear the voice of revelation* 
 
 Tre*d the path which Jefus trod. 
 Flee to him your Only Saviour, 
 In his mighty name confide ; 
 In the whole of your behaviour, 
 Own him as your fovereign guide* 
 * Hear the blefs'd Redeemer call you, 
 Lifteh to his gracious voice ; 
 Dread no ills thac can befall you, 
 
 While you make his ways your choice; 
 Jefus fays, Let each beliejeer 
 Be baptized in my name j 
 He himfelf in Jordan's river 
 
 Was immers'd beneath the dream, 
 f Plainly here his footfteps tracing, * 
 
 Follow him without delay ; 
 Gladly his command embracing, 
 
 Lo ! your Captain leads the way. 
 View the rite with under/landing, 
 
 Jefus' grave before you lies ; 
 Be interred at his commanding, 
 After his example, rife, # 
 
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 HTMN XXIV. Shouting God's Praife, 
 i f^\ GOD, my heart with love inflame, 
 V_^ That I may in thy holy nai 
 Aloud in fongs of praife rejoice, 
 While I have breath to raiie my voice r 
 Then will I fhout, then will I ling, 
 And make the heav'nly arches ring ; 
 I'll fing and fliout forevermore, 
 On that eternal happy fhore. 
 
 2 O ! Jefus, hope of glory, come, 
 
 And make my heart thy humble home ? 
 For the fiiort remnant of my days, 
 I long to fing and fhout thy praife. 
 Lord, give me now a heart to pray, 
 And live rejoicing every day — 
 For to give thanks in every thing, 
 To fing and fhout, and fliout and fing, 
 
 3 When on my dying bed I lay, 
 
 Lord, give me ftrength to fhout and pray. 
 And praife thee with my lateft breath, 
 Until my voice is loft in death : 
 Then fitters, brothers, fhouting come. 
 My body follow to the tomb ; 
 And as you march that folemn road; 
 Sing loud, and fhout the praife of God. 
 
 4 Then you below and I above. 
 
 Will fing and fhout the God we love, 
 
 Until that great and folemn day, 
 
 When Chrift fhall call our flumb'ring clay, 
 
 Then from our dufry beds we'll fpring, 
 
 And fhout, O death, where is thy fling ? 
 
 grave, where is thy victory ? 
 
 We'll fhout in vaft eternity. 
 
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 jPOur race is run, we've gain'd the prize, 
 Then will the Sovereign of the fides, 
 Witri fowling to his children fay, 
 Come, reign with me in endlefs day : 
 Then on that happy, happy more 
 We'll fing and fhout forevermore ; 
 We'll fing and fhout, and fhout and fing, 
 And make all heaven with praifes ring. 
 
 HYMN XXV. Paul's Farewell. 
 i "TXT HEN Paul was parted from his friends, 
 V V It was a weeping day ; 
 But Jefus made them all amends, 
 And wip'd their tears away. 
 -3 Ere long they meet again with joy, 
 (Secure no more to part) 
 Where praifes every tongue employ^ 
 And pleafure fills each heart. 
 
 3 Thus all the preachers of his grace, 
 
 Their children foon fhall meet 5 
 Together fee their Saviour's face, 
 And worfhip at his feet. 
 
 4 But they who heard his word in vain, 
 
 Tho' oft and plainly warn'd, 
 Will tremble when they meet again 
 The miniflers they fcorn'd. 
 
 5 On your own-heads your blood will fall, 
 
 If any perifh here : 
 The preachers who have sold you all, 
 Shall ftand approv'd and clear. 
 
 6 Yet, Lord, to fave themfelves alone, 
 
 Is not their utmoft view ; 
 Oh ! hear their prayer, their meffage own, 
 And fave their hearers t©o. 
 
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 ffT-MN XXVI. Meeting hefore the throne of God, 
 
 1 f^i OME on, my fellow pilgrims, come, 
 \_s And let us all be haft'ning home ; 
 We foon mall land on yon bleft more„ 
 Where pains and forrows are no more : 
 There we our Jefus mall adore, 
 
 Forever bleft, 
 
 2 What though qur way 19 Zion be 
 Befet with pain and poverty, 
 What though temptations us afTail, 
 Though foes increafe and friends do fail, 
 The Lord's our friend we'll cry all hail ! 
 
 Forever bleft. 
 
 3 O what a joyful meeting, when 
 With all the faints and righteous men. 
 And with the num'rous angels too, 
 We (ing'the fong forever new, 
 
 And ftill have Jefus in our view, 
 
 Forever bleft. 
 
 4 No period then our joys fhall know, 
 Secure from ev'ry mortal foe ; 
 
 No ficknefs there, no want or pain, 
 Shall e'er difturb our reft again, 
 When with Inimanuel we reign 
 
 Forever bleft. 
 
 HYMN XXVII. that I Sere as in months pafi 
 
 1 Q< WEET was the time w^en firft I felt 
 1^ The Saviour's pard'ninjPblood, 
 Apply'd to cleanfe my foul from guilt, 
 
 And bring me home to God. 
 
 2 Soon as the morn the light reveal'd, 
 
 His praifes tun'd my tongue ; 
 And when the ev'ning (hades prevailM 
 His love was all my fong 
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 3 In vain the tempter fpread his wiles, 
 
 The world no more could charm $ 
 I liv'd upon my Saviour's fmiles, 
 And lean'd upon his arm. 
 
 4 In prayer my foul drew near the Lord, 
 
 And faw his glory fhine ;. 
 
 And when I read his holy word, 
 
 I call'd each promife mine. 
 
 5 Then to the faints I often fpoke, 
 
 Of what his love had done ; 
 But now my heart is almoft broke, 
 For all my joys are gone. 
 
 6 Now when the evening {hade prevails, 
 
 My foul in darknefs mourns ; 
 And when the morn the light reveals, 
 No light to me returns. 
 
 7 My prayers are now a chatt'ring noife, 
 
 For Jefus hides his face ; 
 I read, the promife meets my eyes, 
 But will not reach my cafe. 
 
 8 Now Satan threatens to prevail, 
 
 And make my foul his prey ; 
 Yet, Lord, thy mercies cannot fail, 
 O come witnout.delay. 
 
 HTMN XXVIII. What think ye ofCbrlfl ? 
 2 "T7|THAT think ye of Ch rift ? is the teft 
 VV 'To try both your (fate and yourfcheme ; 
 You cannot be right in the reft, 
 Unlefs you think rightly of him. ' 
 As Jefus appears in your view, 
 As he is beloved or not ; 
 So God is difpofed to you, 
 And mercy or wrath is your lot. 
 
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 Some take him a creature to be, 
 
 A man, or an angel at mo(i ; 
 
 Sure thefe have not feelings like me, 
 
 Nor know themfeives wretched and loft : 
 
 So guilty, fo helplefs am I, 
 
 I durft Dot confide in his blood, 
 
 Nor on his protection rely, 
 
 Unlefs I were fure he is God. 
 
 3 Some call him a Saviour in word, 
 
 But mix their own works with the plan ; 
 And hope he his help will afford, 
 When they have done all that they can. 
 If doings prove rather too light, 
 (A little they own they may fail) 
 They purpofe to make up full weight, 
 By calting his name in the fcale. 
 
 j. Some ftyle him the pearl of great price, 
 And fay he's the fountain of joys ; 
 Yet feed upon folly and vice, 
 And cleave to the world and its toys -, 
 
 , Like Judas, the Saviour they kifs, 
 And while they falute him, betray ; 
 
 1 Ah ! what will profeilion like this 
 Avail in that terrible day. 
 
 If aik'd what of jefus I think ? 
 
 Though fr.il! my bell: thoughts are but poor, 
 
 I fay lie's my meat and my drink, 
 
 My life, and my If rength, and my (lore ; 
 
 My fhepWd, my hufb*nd, my friend, 
 
 My Saviour, from fin and from thrall ; 
 
 My hope from beginning to end, 
 
 My portion, my Lord, and my *//. 
 
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 HYMN XXIX. An harvsjly or end of the world, 
 
 1 rnpi HE fields are all white, the harveftis near, 
 
 X The angels all with their (harp fickles appear 
 
 To reap down the wheat and gather it in barns, 
 
 * While the wild plants of nature are left forto burn. 
 
 2 Come then, O my foul, meditate on that day, 
 When all things in nature fhall ceafe and decay ; 
 When the trumpet mail found, the angels appear 
 To reap down the earth, both the wheat and the 
 
 tare, 
 
 3 But hear the fad cry afcend to the iky, 
 
 Of thofe in diftrefs and have no where to fly ; 
 They'll call for the rocks and mountains to fail 
 On their naked fouls for to hide them withalL 
 
 4 But 'twill all be in vain, the mountains will flee, 
 The rocks fly like hailfkmes and fhall no more be ; 
 The earth it fhall quake, the feas fhall retire, 
 And the folid world then fhall be all on fire. 
 
 5 But hear the great Judge in that dread alarm, 
 Saying, Gather my faints, bring them all to ray arms, 
 That the feven laft plagues may be pourM out on 
 
 thofe • 
 Who have blafphem/d my name, and my faints 
 have pppos'd. 
 
 6 Then, O wretched finners, look up and efpy 
 The glorious Redeemer marching down the fky, 
 In a chariot of fire to the earth he is bound, 
 With a guard of bright angels attending him down. 
 
 7 Come hither, ye nations, your fentence receive, 
 No longer my Spirit fhall ftrive and be griev'd ; 
 My fentence is right, my judgment is juft, 
 Come hither, ye bleff, but depart, all ye cur&'d v 
 
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 flrroers, take warning, and feck ye the Lord, 
 
 1 have not been jeffing, 'tis Jeius' own word, 
 That thofe who believe, in glory mall ftand, 
 While all unbelievers are fure to be daniri'd. 
 Now farewell, I leave you to ponder your w?y — 
 May the Lord feal inftruftion from what I ftow 
 
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 That our fouls to God's throne may be pour a 
 
 out in prayer, 
 That we may be prepar'd to meetChrift in the air. 
 
 HYMN XXX. On the Mypry of Salvation. 
 
 OWHAT a glorious myilery, wondfec, 
 wonder, wonder, 
 That I mould ever faved be ; wonder, & c, 
 No heart can think, no tongue can tell, &c. 
 The love of God unchangeable, Sec, 
 
 Great myftery who can tell why 
 
 That Chrift for finners e'e 
 
 That he mould leave thgd 
 
 And die for finners on t! 
 
 Great my fiery, that he ftioul 
 
 Hisjove on thofe of Adam's i 
 
 That my poor foui mould fhare a part, 
 
 And find a manfion in his heart. 
 
 Great myitery I do behold, 
 
 That God mould ever fave afoul ; 
 
 And (hatch me from the jaws of hell, 
 
 The greatnefs of his love to tell. 
 
 Why was I not (till left behind, 
 Witii thoufand others of mankind ; 
 . Who run the dang'rous, finful race, 
 And die, and never tafte his grace. 
 
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 6 'Twas the fame love that fpread the feaft. 
 That fweetly brought us in to tafte 
 
 Of heavenly manna from above, 
 Redeeming grace and living love. 
 
 7 Not all the heavenly hoft can fcan, 
 The glories of this noble plan-; 
 'Tis wifdom from the Father's fkill, 
 And fo remains a myftery ftill. 
 
 HTMN XXXL Union. 
 I A TTEND, ye faints, and hear me tell 
 JLJL The wonders of I mmanuel ; 
 Who fav'd me from a burning hell, 
 And brought my foul with him to dwell, 
 And feel a blefTed Union, 
 
 % At firfr. he faw me from on high, 
 Beheld my foul in ruin lie ; 
 He look'd on me with pitying eye, 
 And faid to me as he pafs'd by, 
 
 With God you have no Union, 
 
 3 Then I began to mourn and cry, 
 I look'd this way and that to fly 1 ; 
 It griev'd me fore that I mult die, 
 I ftrove falvation for to buy — 
 
 But (till I had no Union. 
 
 4 But when my Saviour took me in, 
 And with his blood did warn me clear^ 
 'Twas then I hated every fin ; 
 
 And O ! what feafons I have feen, 
 E'er fmce I felt this Union. 
 
 5 I prais'd the Lord both night and day-. 
 From houfe to houfe I went to pray ; 
 
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 And if I met one on the way* 
 I always had fome word to fay 
 
 About this bleffed Union* 
 I wonder why old faints don't fing, 
 And praife the Lord upon the wing, 
 And make the heavenly arches ring, 
 With ioud Hofannas to their King, 
 
 Who brought their fouls to Union* 
 O come, backsliders, come away, 
 And learn to do as well as fay ; J 
 
 And mind to watch as well as pray : 
 Come, bear your Crofs from day to day» 
 
 And then you'll feel this Union, 
 Soon we mall break all nature's ties, 
 On wings of love our fouls (hall rife, 
 And fliout falvation through the ikies, 
 And gain the mark and win the prize, 
 
 And feel a heav'nly Union. 
 Then ev'ry faint that's here below, 
 Will leave thefe climes of pain and wo ; 
 And they will home to glory go ; 
 And there they'll hear and fee and know* 
 
 And feel this perfect Union. 
 
 10 There we the glorious Lamb (hall fee» 
 Who groan'd arid dy'd upon the tree, 
 For fmners fuch as you and me, 
 That we might his falvation fee, 
 
 And feel a heav'nly Union. 
 
 1 1 When we recount life's dangers o'er, 
 Review the labours which we bore ; 
 And fee ourfelves fafe on the fliore, 
 With iove our Conqu'ror we'll adore, 
 
 And feel increafing Union*. 
 
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 12 When countlefs years have roll'd away, 
 Our vigour fuffering no decay, 
 
 We'll ail as one with rapture fay, 
 We (till- remember Veil the day 
 
 Our fouls firft felt this Union. 
 
 13 Reign, glorious Jefus, reign on high, 
 'Tis thou that brought us rebels nigh ; 
 We'll ihout Redemption through the iky, 
 And praife thee to eternity 
 
 For fuch a glorious Union. 
 
 1 4 The hofts of heav'n (hall all agree, 
 In pure.fr. drains of fymphony ; 
 And fhout, Eternal glory be 
 
 To Three in One, and one in Three, 
 Crying, O this glorious Union. 
 
 HYMN XXXII. 
 At a Church- Meeting, before Experiences, 
 
 1 "VTOW we are met in holy fear 
 _L^ To ne3r tne happy faints declare 
 The free companions of a God, 
 
 The virtues of a Saviour's blood. 
 
 2 Jefus, allifl them now to tell 
 
 What they have felt, and no<w they feel ; 
 O Saviour, help them to exprefs 
 The wonders of triumphant grace. 
 $ While to the Church they freely own 
 What for their fouls the Lord hath done, 
 We'd join to praife Eternal Love, 
 And heighten all the joys above. 
 
 HTMN XXXII I. After Experiences. 
 1 TpvEAR Saviour, we rejoice to hear 
 L^ Poor iinners fweetl.y tell 
 
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 How thou art pleas'd to fave from £n, 
 From forrow, death and hell. 
 
 Lord, we unite to praife thy name 
 
 For grace fo freely giv'n ; 
 Still may they keep in Zion's road, 
 
 And dwell at laft in heav'n. 
 
 HYMN XXX IV. Taking pcrfons into the Church. 
 
 i f^l WITH what pleafure we behold 
 V_/ Sinners to Canaan move, 
 Leaving the fleeting things of earth 
 For greater things above. 
 
 2 Thefe faints have openly confefs'd 
 
 The great Immanuel's name ; 
 And with delight the Church receivers 
 The lovers of the Lamb. 
 
 3 Lord, may they ever live to thee, 
 
 And grow in heav'nly love ; 
 Still may they fight the fight of faith, 
 Till crown'd with thofe above. 
 
 HYMN XXXV. The fame. 
 
 1 r \ y HESE honoured faints, redeem'd by blood, 
 
 X Now join the happy church of God : 
 Drawn by the force of fovereign grace, 
 In Zion now they take their place. 
 
 2 With pleafure we the faints behold, 
 Joining the great Redeemer's fold ; 
 May we with them forever prove 
 A gofpel Church, the houfe of love. 
 
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 HYMN XXXVI. Chrijl a Friend. 
 
 1 1\/f Y Chrift is my friend, 
 lyJL To him I attend, 
 
 And on his great friendfhip would ever depend. 
 
 2 When I'm in difrrefs, 
 He fpeaks my releafe, 
 
 And fills my whole foul with unfpeakable peace. 
 
 3 On him I would gaze, 
 And fpend all my days, 
 
 In praifing his name, who fuch friendfhip difplays. 
 
 4 Through grace, I intend 
 To cleave .to my friend, 
 
 And I with my Lord to yon throne fhall afcend. 
 
 5 And there fing aloud 
 The friendship of God, 
 
 Raife high hallelujahs to jefus's blood. 
 
 6 In each joyful found, 
 His favours refound, 
 
 And in the iweet muficmy joys fhall abound. 
 
 EYMN XXXVII. Providence. 
 
 i "\/ r E tr y'd fons of God, 
 X Ye ftill (hall have food, 
 Your trials and forrous fhall all work for good. 
 
 2 In Jefus confide, 
 
 He'll always provide ; 
 V'ou never can wajrn, while the Lord's on your fide. 
 
 ?, Look through the dark cloud, 
 
 To God cry aloud, [food. 
 
 Who knows when, and how, to fupply thee with 
 ^ He views all your cares, 
 He lees all your tears, 
 And whan help is wanted, he always appears. 
 
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 5 He form'd us anew, 
 And all things will do ; 
 
 And we fhall fee wonders the wildernefs through. 
 
 6 He comes from above, 
 With bleflings of love, 
 
 And we mall forever his faithfulnefs prove. 
 
 HTMN XXXVIII. Spiritual Reign of Chrlft. 
 
 1 T T ASTEN, O Lord, the latter diy, 
 XjL When grace fhall reign alone, 
 And all the nations of the world, 
 
 Shall bow before thy throne. 
 
 2 Then fhall pure converts crowd thy gates, 
 
 Prefs to the gofpel found, 
 And grace eternal iweetly mine, 
 To ravilh all around. 
 
 3 Then fhall the watchmen of the Lamb 
 
 Raife the dear crofs on high, 
 And from a clear refulgent light, 
 Shall all fee eye to eye. 
 
 4 Now'fhall the glorious gofpel fly, 
 
 To found the Saviour forth ; 
 And faith, and love, and joys divine 
 Shall run through all the earth. 
 
 5 Then war fhall ceafe, and wrath fubfide, 
 
 An<^ peace immortal flow, 
 And faints unite in joy and peace, 
 And glory reign below. 
 
 d Lord, we would blefs thee for a ray ' 
 Of fuch triumphant grace, 
 That leads to everlafting day, 
 And pure eternal blifs.^ 
 
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 flTMN XXXIX. In me ye Jhall have peace. 
 
 * "V^E faints, attend the Saviour's voice, 
 X Spoke in his word of grace ; 
 He fays, and in it O rejoice ! 
 In me ye Jhall have peace. 
 
 2 Though dorms and tempefts round you roar, 
 And foes and fears increafe, 
 He fays, and what could he fay more ? 
 In me ye /hall have peace. 
 
 5 What though rfflictions ftill abound, 
 Nor do temptations ceafe ; 
 He lays, and O how fweet the found ! 
 In me ye Jhall have peace. 
 
 4 What though your hearts with forrow bleed, 
 
 And fighs and tears increafe ; 
 He fays, and O, 'tis true indeed! 
 In me ye Jhall have peace. 
 
 5 What though corruptions dwell within, 
 
 Nor does the conflict ceafe j 
 He fays, in fpite of hell and fin, 
 In me ye Jhall have peace. 
 
 6 Though you mail pafs through death's cold flood, 
 
 To gain your wifh'd releafe, 
 He fays, and fure he'll make it good, 
 In me ye Jhall have peace. 
 
 7 When you his fa«e in glory view, 
 
 Where joy can ne'er decreafe, 
 Eternity mail prove it true, 
 In him ye Jhall have peace. 
 
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 HYMN XL. Fellowfiip with God. 
 
 ROM all that's mortal, all that's vain, 
 And from this earthly clod, 
 
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 Arife, my foul, and ftrive to gain 
 Sweet felloivjhip with God. 
 
 Say, what is there beneath the ikies, 
 
 In all the paths thou'ft trod, 
 Can fuit thy wifhes or thy joys 
 
 Like felloivjhip with God. 
 
 Not life, nor all the toys of art, 
 
 Nor pleafure's flow'ry road, 
 Can to my foul fuch blifs impart 
 
 As felloivjhip with God. 
 
 Not health nor friendfhip here below, 
 Nor wealth, that golden load, 
 
 Can fuch delight or comfort mow 
 As felloivjhip with God. 
 
 When I am made, in love, to bear ■ 
 
 Affliction's needful rod, 
 Light, fweet and kind, the ftrokes appear, 
 
 Through felloivjhip with God. 
 
 In fierce temptation's fiery blafts, 
 
 Or dark defertion's road, 
 I'm happy, if I can but tafte 
 
 Some felloivjhip with God. 
 
 So when the icy hand of death 
 
 Shall chill my flowing blood, 
 With joy I'll yield my lateft breath 
 
 In fellow/hip with God. 
 
 When I, at Iaft, to heaven afcend, 
 
 And gain my blefs'd abode, 
 There an eternity I'll fpend 
 
 In fella wjhip with God. 
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 HTMN XLI. Tour Bodies are Temples of the Holy Choji. 
 
 ROFESSED foll'wers of the Lamb, 
 
 PROFE 
 Hark 
 
 to bis word and blefs his name ; 
 Your bodies, if in him you truft, 
 Are temples of the Holy Ghojl. 
 Let this important folemn truth 
 Dwell on your minds, in age and youth j 
 Be this your honour and your boaft, 
 You're temples of the Holy Ghofl. 
 As fuch, let all your conduct be 
 From luft, and pride, and folly free ; 
 Remember what your bodies coft, 
 As temples of the Holy Ghofl , 
 Let gravity and holinefs, 
 A modefr, plain, and decent drefs, 
 And Chrifl's bright robes adorn you mod, 
 As temples of the Holy Ghofl* 
 Set his example in your view— -r 
 Be this the pattern you purfue \ 
 Think, as his body, To your's muft 
 Be temples of the Holy Ghofl. 
 Ere long your happy change will come, 
 And death will bring your fpirits home ; 
 And Chrift mall guard your lleeping du(r, 
 As temples of the Holy Ghofl. 
 When the lafi trumpet makes the fkies, 
 Bright (hall your bodies then arife, 
 And joyful, join the heavenly holt, 
 A - ■; Pipits of the Holy Ghofl. 
 
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 HYMN XLII. 
 For he is thy Lord, av % d tvarfhip then htm. 
 \ FCE more, dear brethren, join to fing 
 J Jeius, our God, our heavenly K/r 
 
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 His praife proclaim, with fweet accord, 
 And <worfhip him, for he* s your Lord, 
 
 2 Unite to (hew his glories forth ; 
 Sing of his excellence and worth ; 
 His loving kindnefs here record, 
 And ivorfiip htm, for he's your Lord, 
 
 3 O truft and triumph-in his name, 
 Jefus, unchangeably the fame ; 
 His name (hall endlefs joys afford ; 
 Then ivor/hip him, for he* s your Lord, 
 
 4 O make his praife, in all you do, 
 Your bkfTednefs and bufinefs too J 
 This, as your fweet employ regard, 
 To ivorjhip him, for he's your Lord. 
 
 5 Before him walk in humble faith, 
 And in him truft in life and death j 
 Worthy is he to be ador'd ; 
 
 Then nvorfhip him, for he's your Lord. 
 
 6 Though from each other here we part, 
 With him, we truft, we're join'd in heart j 
 He's our exceeding great reward, ' 
 
 And him we'll nvorfhip as our Lord. 
 
 7 Ere long our happy fouls (hall meet 
 In glory boundlefs and complete ; 
 And there, according to this word, 
 For ever nvorjliip him our Lord. 
 
 HYMN XL 1 1 1. 
 The Breaker is come up before them. 
 
 I O ING the dear Saviour's glorious f 
 
 O Who bears the Breaker's wondrous name 
 Sweet name ! and it becomes him well, 
 Who breaks down fin, guilt, death,, and hell 
 
( 44 ) 
 
 A mighty Breaker fure is he, 
 
 He broke my chains, and fet me free ; 
 
 A gracious Breaker to my foul ; 
 
 He breaks, and oh ! he makes me whole. 
 
 He breaks through ev'ry gloomy cloud, 
 Which can my foul with darknefs fhroud ; 
 He breaks the ev'ry crafty fnare, 
 Which hellifh foes for me prepare. 
 
 He breaks the gates of harden'd brafs, 
 To bring his faithful word to pafs ; , 
 And though with pond'rous iron barr'd, 
 The Breaker's love they can't retard. 
 
 Great Breaker ! O thy love impart, 
 Daily to break my ftony heart ; 
 O break it, Lord, and enter in ; 
 And break, O break the power of (in ! 
 
 Break out and mine upon my foul ; 
 One look from thee will make me whole ; 
 Break through my foes to my relief, 
 And break, O break my unbelief. 
 
 Break down my felf-fufficient pride, 
 And let me at thy feet abide ; 
 And there adore thee, mighty Lord, 
 Who never, never breaks thy word. 
 
 By thee I'll break through ev'ry foe, 
 And joyful on my way I'll go ; 
 By thee I'll break death's cold embrace, 
 And mount to heav'n, and fee thy face. 
 
 There has my King pafs'd on before, 
 And there forever I'll adore ; 
 And to eternity I'll raife 
 My fongs to this great Breaker's pr«. 
 
t:'« ■) 
 
 HYMN XLIV. 
 
 Which were born not of blood, nor of the will of the 
 
 Jlr/h, nor of the will of man, but of God. 
 
 1 A SSIST my foul, my heav'nly King, 
 XjL Thine everlafting love to ling ; 
 And joyful fpread thy praife abroad, 
 
 As one through grace that's born of God, 
 
 2 No, it was not the will of man, 
 My foul's new heav'nly birth began ; 
 Nor wiM, nor pow'r of fkfh and blood. 
 That turn'd my heart from fin to God. 
 
 3 Herein let felf be all abas'd, 
 
 And fovereign love alone confefs'd ; 
 This be my fong, through all the road, 
 That born I am and born of God. 
 
 4 O may this love my foul conftrain 
 To make returns of love again, 
 That I, while earth is my abode, 
 May live like one that's born of God. 
 
 5 May I thy praifes daily mew, 
 Who hath created all things new, 
 And wafh'd me in a Saviour's blood, 
 To prove that I am born of God. 
 
 6 Lead me, O Lord, in all thy ways ; 
 Guard me, O Lord, through all my days ; 
 O make thy word my rule and rod, 
 
 To walk like one that's born of God. 
 
 7 And when th' appointed hour mall. come, 
 That thou wilt call me to my home, 
 Joyful I'll pafs the chilling flood, 
 
 And die as one that's born of God. 
 
 8 Then mail my foul triumphant rife 
 To its blefs'd manfion in the fides, 
 And in that glorious bright abode 
 Sing there as one that's born of God. 
 
( 4* } 
 HTMN XLV. On the Millennium. 
 
 1 HPHAT glorious day is drawing nigh, 
 
 X When Zion's light fhall (hine ; 
 She fhall arife and fhine on high, 
 
 Bright as the morning fun. 
 The north and fouth their fons refign, 
 
 And earth's foundations bend ; 
 Chrift, like a comely bride adorn'd, 
 
 All glorious fhall defcend. 
 
 2 The King that wears the glorious crown, 
 
 The azure flaming bow, 
 That holy city fhall bring down, 
 
 To blefs his faints below. 
 When Zion's bleeding, conqu'ring King 
 
 Shall fin and death deftroy, 
 The morning flars together ling, 
 
 And Zion fhouts for joy. 
 
 3 The holy bright mufician band, 
 
 Who play on harps of gold, 
 In holy order fee they fland, 
 
 Fair Salem to behold. 
 Defcending on Tweet melting flrains, 
 
 jehovah they adore, 
 Such fhouts through earth's extenfive plains 
 
 Were never heard before. 
 
 4 Let Satan rage and boaft no more, 
 
 Nor think his reigning long, 
 The faints, though feeble, weak and poor. 
 
 Their great Redeemer's ftrong. 
 •He is their fhield and hiding place, 
 
 A covert from the wind, 
 A fountain in the wildernefs, 
 
 Throughout the weary land. 
 
( 47 ) 
 
 The cryftal dreams run down from heav'n, 
 
 They iffue from the throne ; 
 The floods of ftrife away are driv'n ; 
 
 The church becomes but one. 
 That peaceful union we mail know, 
 
 And live upon his love, 
 And fliout and fing of grace below, 
 
 As angels do above. 
 
 > A thoufand years fliall roll around, 
 
 The church fhd.ll be complete, 
 Call'd by the glorious trumpet's found, 
 
 Their Saviour Chrift to meet : 
 They rife with joy, and mount on high, 
 
 They fly to Jefus' arms, 
 And gaze with wonder and delight 
 
 On their Beloved's charms. 
 
 j Like apples fair his beauties are, 
 
 To feed and cheer the mind, 
 No earthly fruit can fo recruit, 
 
 Nor flaggons full of wine. 
 Their troubles o'er, they grieve no more, 
 
 But fing in (trains of joy, 
 In raptures fweet, in blifs complete, 
 
 They feaft, and never cloy. 
 
 HTMN XLVI. / <wi!l truft and not be afraid. 
 
 EGONE, unbelief, 
 My Saviour is near, 
 And for my relief 
 Will furely appear : 
 By pray'r let me weftle, 
 And he will perform ; 
 With Chrift in the vefTel, 
 I fmile at the florin. 
 
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( 4« ) 
 
 2 Tho' dark be my way, 
 Since he is my guide, 
 'Tis mine to obey, 
 'Tis his to provide : 
 Though citterns be broken, 
 And creatures all fail, 
 The word he has fpoken 
 Shall furely prevail. 
 
 3 His love in time pad 
 Forbids me to think 
 He'll leave me at Jaft 
 In trouble to link ; 
 Each fweet Ebenezer 
 I have in review 
 Confirms his good pleafure 
 To help me quite through. 
 
 4 Determin'd to fave, 
 
 He watch'd o'er my path 
 
 When, Satan's blind flave, 
 
 I fported with death ; 
 
 And can he have taught me 
 
 To truft: in his name, 
 
 And thus far have brought me 
 
 To put me to ftiame ? 
 
 5 Why mould I complain. 
 Of want or diflrefs, 
 Temptation or pain ? 
 He told me no lefs ; 
 The heirs of falvation, 
 
 1 know from his word, 
 Through much tribulation, 
 fl/Iuil follow their Lord. 
 
 6 How bitter the cup, 
 No heart can conceive, 
 
( 49 ) 
 
 Which he drank quite up, 
 That Tinners might Jive I 
 His way was much rougher 
 And darker than mine ; 
 Did Jefus thus fuffer, 
 And fhall I repine ? 
 7 Since all that I meet 
 Shall work for my good, 
 The bitter is fweet, 
 The med'eine is food ; 
 Though painful at prefent, 
 'Twill ceafe before long ; 
 And then, oh how pieafant 
 The conqueror's fong ! 
 
 HYMN XLVII. Farewel 
 
 i TP*AREWEL, my brethren in the Lord, 
 r The gofpel founds the jubilee ; 
 My Hammering tongue fhall found aloud, 
 
 From land to land, from fea to fea ; 
 And as I preach from place to place, 
 I'll truft alone in God's free grace. 
 
 2 Farewel, in bands and union dear, 
 
 Like firings you twine about my heart ; 
 I humbly beg your earnefl prayer, 
 
 Till we fhall meet, no more to part : 
 Till we fhall meet in worlds above, 
 Encircled in eternal love. 
 
 3 Farewel, my earthly friends below, 
 
 Although fo kind and dear to me ; 
 My Jefus calls, and I muft go 
 
 To found the gofpel jubilee ; 
 To found the joy, and bear the news 
 To Gentile world, and royal Jews. 
 
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( Jo ) 
 
 4 Farewel, young people one and all, 
 
 While God will give me breath to breathe 
 I'll pray to the Eternal All 
 
 That your dear fouls in Chrifl may live ; 
 That your dear fouls prepar'd may be 
 To dwell in blefs'd eternity. 
 
 5 Farewel to all below the fun ; 
 
 And as I pafs in tears below, 
 The path is ftraight, my feet fhall run ; 
 
 And God will keep me as I go — 
 And God will keep me in his hand, 
 And bring me to the promis'd land. - 
 
 6 Farewel, farewel ! I look above ; 
 
 Jefus, my friend, to thee I call ; 
 My joy, my crown, my only love, 
 
 My fafeguard here, my heav'nly all ; 
 My theme to preach, my fong to ling, 
 My only hope in death — Amen. 
 
 HYMN XLVIII. The Chr'ifiai? s fpmtual Foyay. 
 
 1 TESUS, at thy command, 
 J I launch into the deep ; 
 
 And leave my native land, 
 
 Where fin lulls all afleep. 
 
 For thee I would the world refign, 
 And fail to heav'n with thee and thiqg* 
 
 2 Thou art my pilot wife ; 
 My compafs is thy word : 
 My foul each ftorm defies, 
 While I have fuch a Lord ! 
 
 I truft thy faithfulnefs and power 
 To fave me in the trying hour. 
 
 3 Though rodks and quickfands deep 
 Through all my paflage lie, 
 
( 5« ) 
 
 Yet Chrift will fafely keep, 
 
 And guide me with his eye ; 
 
 My anchor hope fhall firm abide, 
 And ev'ry boift'rous dorm outride 
 
 4. By faith I fee the land, 
 
 The port of endlefs reft : 
 
 My foul, thy fails expand, 
 
 And fly to Jems' breaft ! 
 
 O may I reach the heavenly more, 
 Where winds and waves diftrefs no more. 
 
 5 Whene'er becalm'd I lie, 
 And ftorms forbear to tofs, 
 
 Be thou, dear Lord, ftill nigh, 
 
 Left I mould fuffer lofs : 
 
 For more the treacherous calm I dreacj* 
 Than tempefts bursting o'er my head, 
 
 6 Come, Holy Ghoft, and blow 
 A profperous gale of grace, 
 Waft me from all below, 
 
 To heaven my deftin'd place ! 
 Then in full fail, my port I'll find, 
 And leave the world and fin behind. . 
 
 HTMN XLIX. Fountain opened for Sinners, 
 
 1 nPHE fountain of Chrift, 
 
 I Lord, help us to fing, 
 The blood of our Prieft, 
 Our crucified King ; 
 The fountain that cleanfes 
 From fin and from filth, 
 And richly difpenfes 
 Salvation and health. 
 
 2 This fountain fo dear 
 He'll freely impart ; 
 
( 52 ) 
 
 When pierc'd by the fpear, 
 It fiow'd from his heart. 
 With blood and with water, 
 The fi:ft to atone, 
 To cleanfe us the latter ; 
 The fountain's but one. 
 
 This fountain from guilt 
 Not only makes pure, 
 And gives, foon as felt, 
 Infallible cure ; 
 But if guilt removed; 
 Return and remain, 
 Its pow'r may be proved 
 Again and again. 
 
 This fountain- unfeal'd 
 Stands open for all 
 Who long to be healM, 
 The great and the fmall : 
 Hete's ftrength for the weakly 
 That hither are led ; 
 Here's health for the fickly, 
 And life for the dead. 
 
 This fountain though rich, 
 From charge is quite clear, 
 The poorer the wretch 
 The welcomer here : 
 Come needy and guilty, 
 Come ioaJifome, and bare ; 
 Though Jep'rous and filthy, 
 Come jutl as you are. 
 
 This fountain in vain 
 Has never been try'd, 
 I* takes out all ftain, 
 Whenever apply'd : 
 
( 53 ) 
 
 The fountain flows fweetly 
 With virtue divine, 
 To cleanfe fouls completely, 
 Though leprous as mine. 
 
 HYMN L. Free Grace. 
 
 1 r"TT^ HE voice of Free Grace cries efcape to the 
 
 JL mountain, 
 
 For Adam's loft race Chrift has open'd a fountain, 
 For fin and tranfgreflion, and ev'ry pollution, 
 His blood it Hows freely in plenteous redemption. 
 Hallelujah to the Lamb, who purchased our 
 
 pardon, 
 We'll praife him again when we pafs over Jor- 
 dan. 
 
 2 That fountain fo clear in which all may find pardon, 
 From Jefus' fide flows a plenteous redemption ; 
 Though your fins were increas'd as high as a 
 
 mountain, 
 His blood it flows freely in dreams of falvation. 
 Hallelujah, &c. 
 
 3 O ! jef^s, ride on, thy kingdom is glorious, 
 Over iin, death and hell thou wilt make us vic- 
 torious : 
 
 Thy name (hall be prais'd in the great congrega- 
 tion, 
 - And faints mall delight in afcribing falvation. 
 Hallelujah, &c. 
 
 4 When on Zion we ftand, having gain'd the bleft 
 
 fr. 
 
 ore. 
 
 With our harps in our hands we'll praife him ev- 
 ermore : 
 We'll range the blefs'd fields on the banks of the 
 llelujahs for ev& and ever, [river, 
 
 . -..h } &C. 
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( 54 ) 
 
 5 Then let us march on, in the ftrength of our 
 
 Saviour, 
 And never again even doubt of his favour, 
 But fav'd by his blood, may we under his banner, 
 Rejoicing, all join in fhouting Hofannah ! 
 Hallelujah, &c. 
 
 6 And thus by his ftrength having crofted the river, 
 And our white robes received from Jesus the giv- 
 er, 
 
 With our harps tun'd anew, we'll join the bleft 
 
 chov, 
 In founding this anthem, ftill higher and higher. 
 Hallelujah to the Lamb, who hath purchas'd 
 
 our pardon, 
 We'll praife him anew fince we've pafs'd over 
 Jordan. 
 
 HTMN LI. Prepare to meet thy God. 
 
 i O INNER, are you ftill fecure ? 
 O Wilt thou ftill refufe to pray ? 
 Can thy heart or hands endure 
 
 In the Lord's avenging day ? 
 See his mighty arm is bar'd ! 
 
 Awful terrors clothe his brow .' 
 For his judgment ftand prepar'd, 
 
 Thou muft either break or bow. 
 
 2 At his prefence nature lhakes, 
 
 Earth affrighted haftes to flee ; 
 * Solid mountains melt like wax, 
 
 What will then become of thee ? 
 Who his advent may abide ? 
 
 You that glory in your fhame, 
 Will you find a place to hide 
 
 When the world is wrapp'd in flame ? 
 
( 55 ) 
 
 3 Then the great, the rich, the wife, 
 
 Trembling, guilty, felf-condemn'd, 
 Mull behold the wrathful eyes 
 
 Of the Judge they once blafphemM 
 Where are now their haughty looks, 
 
 Oh ! their horror and defpair ! 
 When they fee the open'd books, 
 
 And their dreadful fentence hear. 
 
 4 Lord, prepare us by thy grace ! 
 
 Soon muft we refign our breath ; 
 And our fouls be call'd to pafs 
 
 Through the iron gate of death : 
 Let us now our day improve, 
 
 Li fie n to the gofpel voice, 
 Seek the things that are above, 
 
 Scorn the world's pretended joys. 
 
 5 Oh ! when fiefh and heart fhall fail, 
 
 Let thy love our (pints cheer ; 
 Strengthened thus, we (hall prevail 
 
 Over Satan, fin and fear. 
 Trufting in thy precious name, 
 
 May we thus our journey end, 
 Then our foes fhall lofe their aim, 
 
 And the Judge will be our friend. 
 
 HYMN LI1. Lovejl thou me ? 
 
 I TT ARK, my foul ! it is the Lord ! 
 JL JL 'Tis thy Saviour, hear his word ; 
 Jeius fpeaks, and fpeaks to thee, 
 " Say, poor firmer, lov'ft thou me ? 
 
 4 tv I deliver'd thee when bound, 
 
 , wh.-v. wounded, heal'd thy wound 
 ? wand'ring, fet thee right, 
 'i - ■ . nkndS into light." 
 
( 5* ) 
 
 3 " Can a woman's tender care 
 Ceafe towards the child (he bare ? 
 Yes, fhe may forgetful be, 
 
 Yet will I remember thee. 
 
 4 " Mine is an unchanging love, 
 Higher than the heights above ; 
 Deeper than the depths beneath. 
 Free and faithful, ftrong as death. 
 
 £ " Thou fhalt fee my glory foon, 
 When the work of grace is done ; 
 Partner of my throne (hall be, 
 Say, poor finner, lov'ft thou me V* 
 
 6 Lord, it is my chief complaint, 
 That my love is weak and faint ; 
 Yet I love thee, and adore, 
 Oh for grace to love thee more ! 
 
 HTMN LIIL Regeneration. 
 
 1 TITAK'D by the Gofpel's powerful found, 
 
 V V My foul in fin and thrall I found, 
 
 Expos'd to endlefs wo ; 
 Eternal truth did loud proclaim, 
 The finner rauft be born again, 
 
 Or down to ruin go. 
 
 2 Surpris'd indeed, I could not tell, 
 Which way to fhun the gates of hell, 
 
 To which I then drew near ! 
 I ftrove, alas ! but all in vain j 
 The finner muft be born again 
 
 Still founded in my ear. 
 
 3 I to the law then ran for help, 
 But frill. I felt the weight of guilt, 
 
 And iio relief I found ; 
 
( 57 ) 
 
 While fin my burden'd foul did, pain. 
 The Tinner mult be born again, 
 Did loud as thunder found. 
 
 4 God's juftice then I did behold, 
 And guilt lay heavy on my foul, 
 
 It was a dreadful load ; 
 This folemn truth did ftill remain, 
 The (inner mud be born again, 
 
 Or feel the wrath of God. 
 
 5 I heard fome tell how Chrift did give 
 His life to let the finner live ; 
 
 But him I could not fee : 
 I read my Bible, it was plain, 
 The finner mufr. be born again, 
 
 Or dwell in mifery. 
 
 6 But as my foul with dying breath, 
 Lay gafping near eternal death, 
 
 Chrift Jefus I did fee ; 
 Free grace and pardon he proclaim'd, 
 I truft I then was born again, 
 
 In gofpel liberty. 
 
 7 Not angels in the world above, 
 
 Nor faints could glow with greater love 
 Than what my foul enjoy'd ; 
 
 My foul did mount on eagle's wings, 
 
 And glory, glory, I did ling 
 To Jefus> my dear Lord. 
 
 8 Now with the faints I'll join to tell 
 How Jefus fav'd my foul from hell, 
 
 To fing redeeming love : 
 Afcribe the glory to the Lamb, 
 The finner now is born again, 
 
 To dwell with Chrift above. 
 
( 5« ) 
 HYMN L1V. Calvary. 
 
 1 Qt EE the Lord of glory dying, 
 
 C3 See him gafping, hear him crying, 
 See his burden'd bofom heave ; 
 Look, ye finnefs, ye who hung him, 
 Look how deep your fins have flung him ; 
 Dying finners, look and iive. 
 
 2 See the rocks and mountains making, 
 Earth unto her centre quaking, 
 Nature's groans awake the dead ; 
 Look on Phebus, fhuck with wonder, 
 While the peals of legal thunder 
 Smite the blefi Redeemer's head. 
 
 3 Heaven's bright melodious legions, 
 Chanting to the tuneful regions, 
 Ceafe to trill the quiv'ring firing : 
 Songs feraphic, all fufpended, 
 Till the mighty war is ended, 
 
 By the all-victorious King. 
 
 4 Hell and all the pow'rs infernal, 
 Vanquifh'd by the King Eternal, 
 When he pour'd the vital flood ; 
 By his groans, which fliook creation, 
 Lo ! we found the proclamation, 
 P?acc and pardon through his blood. 
 
 £ Sho'jt, ye faints, with admiration, 
 with fongs the wide creation, 
 • he's rifen from '.he grave ; 
 j y and acclamation, 
 tlock, of your falvation, 
 alone has power to fave. 
 
 6 Bear with patience tribulation, 
 Overcoming al! temptation, 
 Till the glorious Jubilee ; 
 
( 59 ) 
 
 Soon he'll come with burfts of thunder. 
 Then fhall we adore and wonder, 
 Singing on the higheit key. 
 7 See the blifsful fcene before us, 
 Join the univerfal chorus, 
 Bid the flowing numbers rife ; 
 Songs immortal fweetly founding, 
 Notes angelic, loud rebounding, 
 Trembling round the vocal fkies. 
 
 HYMN LV. The Chriflian's Salvtati&n. 
 t T3 E ACE be unto this houfe, 
 XT The Son of Peace draw near ; 
 But has my Matter's Son 
 A tabernacle here ? 
 If fo, then I will here remain, 
 If not, adieu, I'll go again. 
 
 2 My Matter fent me here, 
 His Son a bride to find, 
 If to him you appear, 
 
 If to him you are kind ; 
 
 If fo, come go with me to day, 
 
 If not, I'll go another way. 
 
 3 Lord, fend thy Spirit forth, 
 Incline the heart alfo ; 
 Lord, grant Rebecca's voice, 
 I with the man will go ; 
 'Twould make thy fervants all rejoice, 
 To hear one fpeak with fuch a voice. 
 
 HTMN LVI. The Pilgrim's Song. 
 
 1 /^i OME, all ye dear fouls, who are of Adam's 
 \^y Join with me to fc^k falvation ; [loins, 
 With hearts fill'd with friendlhip let's all combine, 
 And (eck for the land of C*n»an. 
 
( 6° ) 
 
 Ganaan, Canaan, my happy home, 
 O how I long for Canaan. 
 
 2 We have a little fitter (lie's lately converted, 
 She brings good news from Canaan ; 
 
 Her foul's fill'd with Jefus, the world (he's defert- 
 And now (he lives (houting and praifing. [ed, 
 Canaan, Canaan, my happy home, 
 
 how I long for Canaan. 
 
 3 Once I did mourn, but now I will fing, 
 And praife my God and Saviour ; 
 Until in the realms of my heav'nly King, 
 In Canaan I'll praife him forever. 
 
 1 am glad, and I'll thank God, 
 Then let us praife God together. 
 
 4 See the poor (inner (landing at the bar, 
 Defpairing of hope of heaven ; 
 Trembling and (hivering in doleful defpair, 
 From God's awful prefence is driven. 
 
 Canaan, Canaan, my happy home, 
 O when (hall I fee Canaan. 
 
 5 Come, my dear brethren, let's travel on, 
 Let's go on to Canaan ; 
 
 And when our pilgrim's journey is done, 
 We'll fiiout and fing falvation. 
 
 Canaan, Canaan, my happy home, 
 
 O how we'll (hout in Canaan. 
 
 HTMN LVII. Hear what he has done for my Soul 
 
 I Q AV'D by blood, I live to tell 
 
 |^ What the love of Chrift has done ; 
 He redeem'd my foul from hell, 
 Of a rebel made a fon : 
 Oh ! I tremble (till to think 
 How fecure I liv'd in fin ; 
 
( 6« ) 
 
 Sporting on deftruction's brink, 
 Yet prefcrv'd from tailing in. 
 
 2 In his own appointed hour, 
 
 To my heart the Saviour fpoke : 
 Touch'd me by his Spirit's power, 
 And my dang'rous flumber broke : 
 Then I faw and own'd my guilt ; 
 Soon my gracious Lord reply'd, 
 •* Fear not, I my blood have fpilt, 
 " 'Twas for fuch as thee I dy'd." 
 
 3 Shame and wonder, joy and love, 
 All at once pofTefs'd my heart ; 
 Can I hope thy grace to prove, 
 After acting fuch a part ? 
 
 " Thou haft greatly finn'd, he faid, 
 <f But I freely all forgive ; 
 " I myfelf thy debt have paid, 
 " Now I bid thee rife and live." 
 
 4 Come, my fellow finners, try, 
 Jefus' heart is full of love ; 
 Oh that you, as well as I, 
 May his wondrous mercy prove ! 
 He has fent me to declare, 
 
 All is ready, all is free : 
 Why mould any foul defpair, 
 When he fav'd a wretch like me ? 
 
 HYMN LVIIT. 
 / am the Way, and the Truth, and the Life. 
 
 I AM, faith Chrift, the way : 
 Now if we credit him, 
 All other paths muft lead aftray. 
 How fair foe'er they feem. 
 
( 62 } 
 
 2 I am, faith Chrift, the truth : 
 
 Then all that lacks this teft, 
 Proceed it from an angel's mouth, 
 Is but a lie at be(t. 
 
 3 I am, faith Chrift, the life : 
 
 Let this be feen by faith, 
 It follows, without further ftrife, 
 That all beHde is death. 
 
 4 If what thofe words aver 
 
 The Holy Ghoft apply, 
 The fimpleft chriithn mall not err, 
 Nor be deceiv'd, nor die. 
 
 HYMN LIX. The Believer's Hiding-place. 
 
 1 If" TAIL, heav'nly love, that firll began 
 Jti The fcheme to refcue fallen man ! 
 Hail, matchlefs, free, eternal grace, 
 
 That gave my foul a hiding-place. 
 
 2 Againft the God who rules the Iky 
 
 I fought, with hands uplifted high ; 
 Defpis'd the manfion of his grace, 
 Too proud to feek a hiding-place. 
 
 3 Enwrapt in dark Egyptian night, 
 
 And fond of darknefs more than light, 
 Madly I ran the finful race, 
 Secure, without a hiding-place. 
 
 4 But lo ! th* eternal counfel ran, 
 
 " Almighty love, arreft the man !" 
 I felt the arrows of diflrefs, 
 
 And found I had no hiding-place. 
 
 5 Vindictive juftice ftood in view ; 
 
 To Sinai's fiery mount I flew. 
 But juftice cry'd, with frowning face, 
 This mountain is no hiding-place. 
 
( <jj ) 
 
 6 But lo ! a heavenly voice I heard, 
 
 And mercy for my foul appear'd, 
 She led me on a pleafant pace, 
 To Jefus Chrift, my hiding place, 
 
 7 Should ftorms of fevenfold thunder roll, 
 
 And fhake the globe from pole to pole, 
 No thunder-bolt (hall daunt my face, 
 For Jefus is my hiding-place. 
 
 8 On him almighty vengeance fell, 
 
 That migbt have thrufl a world in hell; 
 He bore it for his chofen race, 
 
 And thus became their hiding-place* 
 
 9 A few more rolling years at mofr, 
 
 Will land me fafe on Canaan's coaft, 
 When I fhall ling a fong of grace, 
 Safe in my glorious hiding-place. 
 
 HYMN LX. Welcome Crofs, 
 
 1 ff 1 ^IS my happinefs below 
 
 X Not to live without the crofs ; 
 But the Saviour's pow'r to know, 
 Sanctifying ev'ry lofs. 
 Trials muft and will befal ; 
 But with humble faith to fee 
 Love infcrib'd upon them all, 
 This is happinefs to me. 
 
 2 God, in Iffael, fows the feeds 
 Of affliction, pain and toil ; 
 
 Thefe fpring up and choak the weeds, 
 Which would elfe o'erfpread-the foil : 
 Trials make the promife fweet, 
 Trials give new life to pray'r ; 
 Trials bring me to his feetj 
 Lay me low, and keep me there. 
 
( 4 ) 
 
 •3 Did I meet no trials here, 
 No chaflifement by the way ; 
 Might I not, with reafon, fear, 
 I mould prove a caftaway : 
 Baftards may efcape the rod, 
 Sunk in earthly vain delight ; 
 But the true-born child of God, 
 Muft not, would not, if he might. 
 
 HYMN LXI. The ceremonial law. Heb. iv. 2, 
 
 1 I'SR'EL in ancient days, 
 JL Not only had a view 
 Of Sinai in a blaze, 
 
 But learn'd the gofpel too : 
 The types and figures were a glafs, 
 In which they faw the Saviour's face. 
 
 2 The pafchal facrifice, 
 
 And blood-befprinkled door, 
 
 Seen with enlight'ned eyes, 
 
 And once apply'd with pow'r, 
 Would teach the need of other blood, 
 To reconcile our hearts to God. 
 
 3 The lamb, the dove, fet forth 
 His perfect innocence, 
 
 Whofe blood of matchlefs worth 
 
 Should be the foul's defence ; 
 For he who can for fin atone, 
 Mult have no failings of his own. 
 
 4 The fcape goat, on his head 
 The people's trefpafs bore, 
 And, to the defart led, 
 Was to be feen no more : 
 
 In him our furety feem'd to fay, 
 " Behold, I bear your lins away," 
 
( 6j ) 
 
 5 Dipt in his fellow's blood, 
 The living bird went free ; 
 The type well underftood, 
 Exprefs'd the Tinner's plea ; 
 
 Defcrib'd a guilty foul enlarg'd, 
 And by a Saviour's death diicharg'cjL 
 
 6 Jefus-i I love to trace 
 Throughout the facred page, 
 The footfteps of thy grace, 
 The fame in every age ! 
 
 O grant that I may faithful be 
 To clearer light, vouchfaf'd to me, 
 
 HTMN LXII. Fint/hed redemption. 
 
 1 T T ARK ! the voice of love and mercy 
 XJL Sounds aloud from Calvary ! 
 
 See ! it rends the rocks afunder, 
 
 Shakes the earth, and veils the fky ! 
 « It is finifn'd ! it is finHhttj" 
 Hear the dying Sr.viour cry ! 
 
 2 It is finifh'd ! O what pleafure 
 
 Doth thefe charming words afford ! 
 Heavenly bleflings, without meafure, 
 
 Flow to us from (Thrift the Lord. 
 It is finifh'd ! It is finifh'd ! 
 Saints, the dying words record. 
 
 3 Finifh'd, all the types and fhadows 
 
 Of the prophefying law ! 
 Finifh'd, all that God had promis'd ; 
 
 Dea;h and hell no more fhall awe. 
 It is finifh'd ! It is finifh'd ! 
 Saints, from hence your comfort draw. 
 
 4 [H a PPy fouls, approach the table, 
 
 Tafte the foul-reviving food ; 
 Nothing half fo fweet and pleafant 
 F a 
 
I ■ 
 ( 66 7 
 
 As the Saviour's flefli and blood, 
 It is finifh'd ! It is finifh'd ! 
 Chrift has borne the heavy load. 3 
 5 Tune your harps anew, ye feraphs, 
 
 Join to fing the pleafant theme ; 
 All on earth, and all in heaven, 
 
 Join to praife Iramanuel's name I 
 Hallelujah! Hallelujah! 
 Glory to the bleeding Lamb 1 
 
 HTMN LXIII. Gratitude for the atonement, 
 i T TAIL ! thou once defpifed Jefus, 
 JL JL Hail, thou Galilean king ! 
 Thou did ft furTer to releafe us ; 
 
 Thou didft free falvation bring. 
 Hail ! thou agonizing Saviour, 
 Bearer of our fin and fhame ! 
 By thy merits we find favour ; 
 Life is given thro* thy name. 
 
 2 Pafchal Lamb, by God appointed, 
 
 All our fins on thee were laid : 
 By almighty love anointed, 
 
 Thou haft full atonement made : 
 All thy people are forgiven, 
 
 Thro* the virtue of thy blood : 
 Opcn'd is the gate of heaven ; 
 
 Peace is made 'twixt man and God. 
 
 3 Jefus, hail, enthroned in glory, 
 
 There for ever to abide ! 
 All the heavenly hofts adore thee, 
 
 Seated at thy Father's fide : 
 There for finners thou art pleading, 
 
 There thou doft our place prepare ; 
 Ever for us interceding, 
 
 Till in glory v/c appear. 
 
( 67 ) 
 
 4 Worfliip, honour, power and blefiing 
 
 Thou art worthy to receive ; 
 Loudeft praifes, without ccafing, 
 
 Meet it is for us to give : 
 Help, ye bright angelic fpirits ! 
 
 Bring your fweeteft, nobleft lays ; 
 Help to fing our Saviour's merits ; 
 
 Help to chant Immanuel's praife. 
 
 HTMN LXIV. Yet there is room, Luke xiv. 22, 
 
 1 "X7"E dying ^ ons °^ men » 
 
 X Immerg'd in fin and woe, 
 
 The gofpel's voice attend, 
 
 While Jefus fends to you ; 
 Ye perifliing and guilty come, 
 In Jefus' arms there yet is room. 
 
 2 No longer now delay, 
 Nor vain excufes frame : 
 He bids you come to-day, 
 Though poor, and blind, and lame : 
 
 All things are ready^ (inner, come, 
 For every trembling foul there's room. 
 
 3 Believe the heavenly word 
 
 His meflengers proclaim ; 
 
 He is a gracious Lord, 
 
 And faithful is his name ; 
 Backfliding fouls, return and come, 
 Cad off defpair, there yet is room. 
 
 4 Conftrain'd by bleeding love, 
 Ye wand'ring fheep, draw near, 
 Chriit- calls you from above, 
 His charming accents hear ! 
 
 Let whofoever will, now come : 
 In mercy's bread there {till is room. 
 
( 68 ) 
 HYMN LXV. Prayer for Children. 
 
 ! f^\ RACIOtJS Lord, our children fee ! 
 \j By thy mercy we are free ; 
 But, mail thefe, alas ! remain 
 Subjects ftiil of Satan's reign ? 
 Ifrael's young ones, when of old 
 Pharaoh threat'ned to withhold ; 
 Then thy mefTenger faid, " No j 
 Let the children alfo go." 
 
 2 When the angel of the Lord, 
 Drawing forth his dreadful fword, 
 Slew with an avenging hand, 
 
 All the firft-born of the land : 
 Then thy people's doors he pafs'd, 
 Where the bloody fign was plac'd ; 
 Hear us now upon our knees, 
 Plead the blood of Chrift for thefe ! 
 
 3 Lord, we tremble, for we know 
 How the fierce malicious foe, 
 Wheeling round his watchful flight, 
 Keeps them ever in his fight : 
 Spread thy pinions, King of kings ! 
 Bide them fafe beneath thy wings ; 
 Left the rav'nous birds of prey 
 Stoop, and "bear the brood away. 
 
 HTMN LXVI. 
 
 i Jcfus Chr'tjl our Lord, both theirs and ours.' 
 I Cor. i. 2. 
 
 I WEET are the gifts which gracious Heav'n 
 On rru'fi believers pours; 
 tin heft gift is grace to know 
 '1 hat Tefus Chrift is ours. 
 
( 69 ) 
 
 Our Jefus ! what rich drops of blifs 
 
 Defcend in copious fhowers, 
 When ruin'd finners, fuch as we, 
 
 By faith can call him ours. 
 
 Differ we may in age and Mate, 
 
 Learning and mental powers, 
 But all the faints may join and fhout, 
 
 Dear Jefus ! thou art ours. 
 
 Let thofe who know our Jefus not, 
 
 Delight in earth's gay flowers ; 
 We, glorying in our better lot, 
 
 Rejoice that He is ours. 
 
 When hope, with elevated flight, 
 Tow'rd heaven in rapture towers, 
 
 *Tis this fupports our vent'rous wing, 
 We know that Chrift is ours. 
 
 Though providence, with darkening ffcy, 
 
 On things terreltriai lours, 
 We rife fuperior to the gloom, 
 
 When finging, Chrift is ours. 
 
 Time, which this world, with all its joys, 
 
 With eager hafte devours, 
 May take inferior things away, 
 
 •But Jefus frill is ours. 
 
 Hafte then, dull time, and terminate 
 
 Thy flow revolving hours ; 
 We wifh, we pray, we long, we pant, 
 
 tin Heaven to call him ours ! 
 
 HYMN LXVII. Love to Man. 
 
 i A LMIGHTY love infpire my heart with 
 JIJl facred fire, 
 
 And animate my foul with deflre to renew; 
 
( 7o ) 
 
 I join the throng in praifes, where faints and 
 
 angels gazes, 
 And fympathy increafes above the etherial blue. 
 
 z Thou tender-hearted Saviour, thy love my foul 
 
 amazes^ 
 
 Who died for to fave us when loft and undone ; 
 
 No cherubim reliev'd us, no angel could redeem us, 
 
 And nothing could fave us but Jefus and his love. 
 
 3 O the Tinner's friend, my fimple prayer attend, 
 And fave me to the end from the evil to come : 
 Afford to me the favour which iffues from my 
 
 Saviour ; 
 And O forfake me never, till all my toils are o'er. 
 
 4 While here on earth I flay, I'll hope for that glad 
 
 day, 
 Till I am call'd away to the manfions above ; 
 There to enjoy the treafure of never-ceafing plea- 
 
 fure, 
 And fhout in higheft meafure halleluias of love. 
 
 5 In hope of feeing Jefus, when all my conflict 
 
 ceafes, 
 My love to him increafes his name to adore ; 
 O then, my bleffed Saviour, vouchfafe to me the^ 
 
 favour 
 To reign with thee forever when time mail be no 
 
 more. 
 
 6 There in the blooming garden, obtained by f:ee\ 
 
 pardon, 
 Upon the banks of Jordan we'll worfhip and] 
 
 adore j 
 We'll fing the fong cf Mofes, while Jefus fweetj 
 
 compofes 
 A fong that never clofes, in praifes to his name. 
 
TABLE OF FIRST" LINES. 
 
 A FOUNTAIN in Jefus which runs a. ways free 9 
 
 xV. Attend, yc children of your God - 24 
 
 Attend, ye faints, and hear me tell - - 34 
 
 Affift my foul, my heavenly King - - 45 
 
 Almighty love infpire my heart with facred fire- 70 
 
 Befide the Gofpel Pool - - H 
 
 By whom was David taught - - 20 
 
 Begone, unbelief 47 
 Come, friends and relations, let's join heart and hand 6 
 
 Come, welcome this new year of grace 8 
 
 Come, thou fount of cv'ry bleffing - - 10 
 
 Chrifl is fet on Zion's hill - - 19 
 
 Come on, my fellow pilgrims-, come - 29 
 
 Come, all ye dear fouls, who are of Adam's loins 59 
 
 Dear Saviour, we rejoice to hear 36 
 
 From all that's mortal, all that's vain - - 40 
 
 Farewell, my brethren in the Lord - • 49 
 
 How loft was my condition - - - 17 
 
 Humble fouls, who feek falvation 26 
 
 Haften, O Lord, the latter day - - 39 
 
 Hark, my foul ! it is .the Lord - - 55 
 
 Hail, heav'nly love, that firft began - 62 
 
 Hark ! the voice of love and mercy - 65 
 
 Hail ! thou once defpifed Jefus 66 
 
 k I am, faith Chrifl, the way - - 6 1 
 
 Ifr'el in ancient days 64 
 Jefus, at thy command - - - '-53 
 
 Lord, at thy table I behold 25 
 
 Lord, difmifs us with thy bleffing - - 68 
 Mercy, O thou fon of David - - "5 
 
 My Chrift is my friend - - 38 
 
 Now the Saviour ftands a pleading - - 13 
 
 Never does truth more fhine - - 24 
 
 Now are we met in holy fear - - 36 
 
 O when fhall I fee Jefus - 3 
 
 O God, my heart with love inflame - - 27 
 O what a glorious myftery, wonder, wonder, wonder **> 
 
 O with what pleafure we behold - - 37 
 
 4* 
 
72 TABLE OF FIRST LINES. 
 
 Precious Bible ! what a trenfure 
 
 Profeffed fcll'wers of the Lamb 
 
 Peace be unto this -boufe - 
 
 Sovereign grace has' power alone 
 
 Stop, poor finnei-, ftop and think 
 
 Sweet was the time when firft 1 felt 
 
 Sing the dear Saviour's glorious fame 
 
 Sinner, are /qu ftill fecure - 
 
 See the I^'jrd of glory dying 
 
 Sweet nre' the gifts which facred Heav'n 
 
 *Tis jefus doth fave - 
 
 Thus was the great Redeemer plung'd 
 
 The fields are all white, the harveft is near 
 
 Thefe honour'd faints redeem'd by blood 
 
 That glorious day is drawing nigh 
 
 The fountain of Chrift - 
 
 The voice of Free Grace cries, efcape to the mountain 
 
 'Tis my happinefs below - 
 
 What contradictions meet - - - 
 
 What heavenly mufic do I hear 
 
 When firft my foul enlifted - 
 
 When Paul was parted from his friends 
 
 What think ye of Chrift ? is the teft 
 
 Wak'd by the Gofpel's powerful found 
 
 Ye try'd fons of God - ■ -* 
 
 Ye faints, attend the Saviour's voice 
 
 Ye dying fons of men ... 
 
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 THE Pra&ical Ufes of Chriftian Baptifm. 
 Being a Circular Letter from the Northampton- 
 fhire Baptift Afibciation, June 15, 1802, to the 
 Churches in their Connexion. By ANDREW 
 FULLER, of Kettering. 
 
HYMNS. 
 
 HYMN I. The Lord in his Garden, 
 
 3 X HE Lord into his garden comes ; 
 The fpices yieid a rich perfume ; 
 
 The lilies grow and thrive : 
 Refrefhing fhow'rs of grace divine, 
 From Jefus flows to ev'ry vine, 
 
 Which makes the dead revive. 
 
 2 O that this dry and barren ground 
 In fprings of water may abound, 
 
 A fruitful foil become ! 
 The defert bloifoms as the rofe, 
 When Jefus conquers all his foes, 
 
 And makes his people one. 
 
 3 The glorious time is rolling on, 
 The gracious work is now begun ; 
 
 My foul a witnefs is : 
 I tafte and fee the pardon free 
 For all mankind, as well as me : 
 
 Who come to Chrift, may live. 
 
 4 The worft of finners here may find 
 A Saviour, pitiful and kind, 
 
 Who will them all receive 
 
( + ) 
 
 None are too late, who will rgpent ; 
 Out cf one fmner, legions went j 
 Jefus did him relieve. 
 
 5 Come, brethren, ye who love the Lord, 
 And tafte the fweetnefs of his word, 
 
 In Jefus' ways go on ; 
 Our troubles and our trials here 
 Will only make us richer there, 
 
 When we arrive at home. 
 
 6 We feel that heav'n is now begun ; 
 It ifTues from the fhining throne, 
 
 From Jefus' grace on high : 
 It comes like floods we can't contain ; 
 We drink, and drink, and drink again* 
 
 And yet we ftill are dry. 
 *] But when we come to reign above, 
 And all furround the throne of love. 
 
 We'll drink a full fupply ; 
 Jefus will lead his armies through, 
 To living fountains where they flaw. 
 
 Which never will run dry, 
 
 8 There will we reign, and Ihout, and fmg. 
 And make the upper regions ring, 
 
 When all the faints get home : 
 Come on, come on, my brethren dear, 
 Soon fhall we meet together there, 
 
 For Jefus bids us come. 
 
 9 Amen, amen, my foul replies ; 
 I'm bound to meet \\irn. in the fkies. 
 
 And claim my manfibn there. 
 Now here's my heart, now here's my hand. 
 To meet you in that heav'nly land, 
 
 Where we fnall part no more. 
 
( 5 ) 
 
 50 There, on ttiat peaceful, happy fhore, 
 We'll ling and fliout our fufPrings o'er, 
 
 And praife redeeming love ; 
 We'll fliout and ling our conqu'ring King, 
 Who dy'd himfelf,that he might bring 
 
 Us rebels near to God. 
 
 HYMN II. The Beggar and the Rich Man. 
 
 i VyOME, all ye poor finners, 
 Who from Adam came, 
 Ye poor and ye needy, 
 Ye halt and ye lame ; 
 Submit to the Gofpel 
 Upon its own terms, 
 Or you'll burn forever, 
 Like poor dying worms* 
 
 2 We read of a rich man, 
 And a beggar likewife ; 
 The beggar he died, 
 
 And attain' d to the prize ; , 
 The rich man he died, 
 And, to his fad furprife, 
 In hell he awaken'd 
 And did lift up his eyes. 
 
 3 Seeing Abrah'm afar off, 
 In the regions above, 
 And Lazarus in his bofom, 
 In raptures of love, 
 
 He cries, Father Abrah'm, 
 Send to my relief, 
 For I am tormented 
 In pain and in grief. 
 A 2 
 
( 6 ) 
 
 4 He fays, Son, remembe? 
 When you liv'd fo bold, 
 Drefs'd in your fine linen. 
 And bonding of gold, 
 
 This beggar lay at your gatej» 
 Wounded and poor 5 
 The dogs had companion, 
 And licked his fore. 
 
 5 Befides, there's a great gulf- 
 Between us, you fee ; 
 
 So thofe who would, cannot 
 , Pafs hence unto thee : 
 Therefore you m'uft lie 
 And lament your fad ftate. 
 For now you are fending 
 Your cries up too late. 
 
 6 He cries, Father Abrah'ra* 
 I pray you provide ; 
 Send one from the dead : 
 I've five brethren befide ; 
 In hearing from me, 
 And believing my ftate, 
 Perhaps they'll repent now, 
 Before 'tis too late. 
 
 J ; They have a rich Gofpel 
 That fpreads far and wide ; 
 They've Mofes, the prophets* 
 And th' apoftles befide : 
 If they won't adhere 
 Unto them, and repent, 
 They will not believe, though 
 One from the dead wene. 
 
( 7 ) 
 
 HYMN III. 
 
 Compofed ly a young Mini/Ier, upon bis own €xenlfc t 
 nubile he was going to preach for the Jirjl time. 
 
 1 vJ LORD, I pray that thou wilt mow 
 Whither that I am call'd to go, 
 
 And found the gofpel-trumpet loud, 
 To high and low-, to meek and proud. 
 
 2 When I before the people ft and, 
 O Lord, I afk it at thy hand, 
 
 To chain my tongue in -fiience tight, 
 If thus to fpeak I am not right. 
 
 3 But if thou lay' ft unto me, Go, 
 O may thy Spirit fv/eetly flow 
 Into my foul, and my tongue loofe I 
 Then I'll proclaim the joyful news : 
 
 4 Peace on the earth, to men good will ; 
 Come, all who thirft, and drink your fill y 
 Come, tafte of Jems' dying love, 
 
 And you mall reign with him above. 
 
 5 But if you will refufe to come, 
 
 Chrift w^ill declare your dreadful doom : 
 Depart from me, I know you not ; 
 From my fair book your name I'll blot, 
 
 6 Depart from me ; it is too late ; 
 You've fpent your day, and fix'd your fate 
 In darknefs, blacknefs, and defpair ; 
 
 And no deliv'rance you fhall fliare. 
 
( 8 ) 
 
 HYMN IV. 
 The Converfion of a Young Man in Bojlon. 
 
 1 v>JN a fweet fummer's ev'ning, as I walked 
 
 the ftreet, 
 From a neighbouring houfe a found I did meet ; 
 I turned aiide to fee what it might be, 
 And it prov'd, like Zaccheus, Come down 
 
 from the tree. 
 
 2 'Twas the found of the Gofpel ; it reached my 
 
 heart ; 
 It wounded me deep, which caus'd me to fmart : 
 The language call'd, Sinner, at my reproof 
 
 tarn, 
 Or your foul in darknefs forever mall mourn. 
 
 3 The trump of the Gofpel, it founded fo clear, 
 It fhew'd me my danger, which fill'd me with 
 
 fear ; 
 My heart was fo wounded and burthen'd with 
 
 grief, 
 I went mourning daily, and found no relief. 
 
 4 With anguifh from morning to ev'ning I went ; 
 God's law, loud as thunder, cry'd, Sinner, re- 
 pent ! 
 
 The kingdom of heaven is furely at hand, 
 For the Spirit is paffing with pow'r through 
 the land. 
 
 5 On the dark mount of danger, (nor from it 
 
 could fly,) 
 I look'd for efcape, and deeply did figh : 
 I was calm'd in a moment, my foul hil'd with 
 / peace ; 
 
 Then my wound it was heal'd, and my foul fet 
 at eafe. ■ 
 
( 9 ) 
 
 6 My foul fill'd with joy, and my tongue ^jlTd 
 with praife, 
 I vow'd to ferve Jefus the reft of my days ; 
 And God being my helper, my vow I'll per- 
 form, 
 And with my dear Saviour out~ridc ev'ry dorm. 
 
 HYMN V. The Pilgrim's Song, 
 
 I'M glad I ever faw the day 
 
 We met to fmg, and preach, and pray 5 
 
 Here's glory, glory in my foul, 
 
 Which makes me praife my Lord fo bold. 
 
 Lord, keep us fafe while paffing through.. 
 And fill our fouls with meeknefs too 1 
 Redeeming grace, that plealing fongj 
 We'll fmg as we do pais along. 
 
 I hope to praife him when I die, 
 And fhout falvation as I fly, 
 Sing Glory, glory, through the air, 
 Meet all my Father's children there. 
 
 HTMN VI. We'iphg Mary. 
 
 XS there any body here like leprous Naaman 3 
 
 Call to my Jefus, and he'll draw nigh. 
 
 Is there any body here like blind Bartimeus ? 
 
 Call, &c. 
 O glory, glory, Alleluia, 
 Glory be to God who rules on high I 
 
( re ) 
 
 2 Is there any body here like doubting Thomas ? 
 
 Call, Sec. 
 Is there any body here like finking Peter ? 
 Call, &c. 
 O glory, &c. 
 
 3 Is there any body here like praying Hannah ? 
 
 Call, &c. 
 Is there any body here like weeping Mary > 
 Call, ice. 
 O glory, Sec. 
 
 HTMN VII. 
 
 Precious Pronufes. — 2 Peter, iii. 4. 
 
 1 il O W firm a foundation, ye faints of the Lord, 
 Is laid for your faith, in his excellent word ; 
 What more can he fay than to you he hath faid, 
 You, who unto Jefus for refuge have fled ? 
 
 2 In ev'ry condition, in ficknefs, in health, 
 In poverty's vale, or abounding in wealth, 
 At home and abroad, on the land, on the fea, 
 As thy days may demand, fhall thy ftrength 
 
 ever be." 
 
 3 Fear not, I am with thee ; O be not difmay'd ; 
 I, I am thy God, and will itiil give thee aid ; 
 I'll Itrengthen thee, help thee, and caufe thee 
 
 to liand, 
 Upheld by my righteous, omnipotent hand. 
 
 4 When through the deep waters I call thee to go t 
 The rivers of wo fhall not thee overflow ; 
 For I will be with thee, thy troubles to blefs, 
 And fanctify to thee thy deepeft diftrefs. 
 
( «• ) 
 
 5 When through fi'ry trials thy pathway fliall lie> 
 My grace all-futficient (hall be thy fupply ; 
 The flames ihall not hurt thee ; I only defign 
 Thy drofs to confume, and thy gold to refine. 
 
 6 Even down to old age, all my people ihall prove 
 My fov'reign, eternal, unchangeable love ; 
 And when hoary hairs {hall their temples adorn, 
 Like lambs they fliall (till in my bofom be borne. 
 
 7 The foul that on Jefus hath lean'd for repofe, 
 I will not, I will not defert to his foes ; 
 That foul, though all hell fliouid endeavour to 
 
 make, 
 I'll never — no, never — no, never forfake. 
 
 HYMN VIII. The true Penitent. 
 
 H 
 
 ARK ! hear the found on earth, is found, 
 My foul delights to hear 
 Of dying love, that's from above, 
 Of pardon bought fo dear. 
 
 God's minifters, like flames of fire, 
 
 Are paffing through the land : 
 The voice is, " Hear, repent, and fear ; 
 
 King; Jefus is at hand." 
 
 *e 
 
 3 God's chariots they no longer flay ; 
 
 They're mounted on the truth : 
 The faints in pray'r, cry, " Lord, draw near ; 
 Have mercy on the youth." 
 
 4 Young converts fmg, and praife their King, 
 
 And blefs God's holy name ; 
 Whilft older faints, true penitents, 
 Rejoice to join the theme. 
 
( I* } 
 
 5 God grant a fhow'r of his great pow'r, 
 
 On ev'ry aching heart, 
 Who flncerely to God do cry, 
 That they may have a part. 
 
 6 Come, lovely youth, embrace the truth, 
 
 Agree with one accord, 
 And ufe your tongues while you are young, 
 In praifing of the Lord. 
 
 HYMN IX. The Day of Judgment. 
 
 1 1 HE great tremendous day's approaching, 
 
 That awful fcene is drawing nigh ; 
 Was long foretold by ancient prophets, 
 Decreed from all eternity. 
 
 2 But O my foul, reflect and wonder ! 
 
 That awful fcene is drawing near, 
 When you fhall fee that great tranfaclion, 
 When Chrifl in judgment fhall appear. 
 
 3 See Nature (land all in amazement, 
 
 To hear the lafl loud trumpet found : 
 Arife, ye dead, and come to judgment, 
 Ye nations of the world around ! 
 
 4 Loud thunders rambling through the concave, 
 
 Bright forked lightnings part the ikies ; 
 The heav'ns a-fhaking, the earth a-quaking, 
 The gloomy light attracts mine eyes. 
 
 5 The orbit lamps, all veil'd in fackcloth, 
 
 No more their fhinmg circuits run ; 
 The wheel of time flops in a moment : 
 Eternal things are now begun. 
 
( '3 ) 
 
 6 f^u^e mafly rocks and tow'ring mountain* 
 
 Over their tumbling bales roar ; 
 The raging ocean, all in commotion, 
 Is hov'ring round her frighted lliore. 
 
 7 Green turfy grave-yards, and tombs of marble, 
 
 Give up their dead, both fmall and great : 
 See the whole world, both faints and finners, 
 Are coming to the judgment-feat. 
 
 8 See Jefus on the throne of juftice, 
 
 Come thund'ring down the parted fkies, 
 With countlefs armies of fhining angels : 
 With hallelujahs fhout for joy. 
 
 9 Bright fhining dreams from his awful prefence, 
 
 His face ten thoufand funs outfhine ; 
 
 Behold him coming in pow'r and glory ; 
 
 To meet him all his faints combine. 
 
 ;o Go forth, ye heralds, with fpeed like lightning, 
 Call in my faints from diftant lands, 
 Thofe that my blood from hell have ranfom'd, 
 Whofe names in life's fair book do ftand. 
 
 1 1 O come, ye blefTed of my Father, 
 
 The purchafe of my dying love ; 
 
 Receive the crowns of life and glory, 
 
 Which are laid up for you above. 
 
 12 For your dear fouls, which have continu'd 
 
 With me, and my temptations bore, 
 I have provided for you a kingdom, 
 To reign with me for evermore. 
 ; 3 There's flowing fountains of living water ; 
 No ficknefs, pain, nor death, to fear : 
 No forrows, fighing, no tears nor weeping 
 Shall ever have admittance here. 
 
( '4 > 
 
 1 4 But how will fnmers ftand and tremble. 
 
 When juifice calls them to the bar ! 
 Thofe that rejecl his oifer'd mercy, 
 Their everlafting doom to hear. 
 
 15 See juftice now, with indignation, 
 
 Calling aloud tor fiimers* blood ; 
 Thofe that have flighted offer* d mercy, 
 And crucify* d the Son of God. 
 
 16 Depart from me, ye curfed fmners I 
 
 My face you never more fhall fee -r 
 Be banifh'd from my peaceful prefence, 
 To endlefs wo and mifery. 
 
 1 7 Each guilty foul then (truck with horror. 
 
 And anguifh. throbbing in their breads, 
 Forever doom'd to endlefs forrow, 
 And never more to hope for reft. 
 
 1 8 Come, fmners, here's a faithful warning j 
 
 Return to Jems while you may, 
 For he is ready to forgive you, 
 Or elfe you mail depart away. 
 
 HTMN X. The Ne<w-Llght. 
 
 L/OME, all who are New-lights indeed, 
 Who are from fin and bondage freed ; 
 From Egypt's land we've took our flight, 
 For God has giv'n us a New light. 
 
 Long time we with the wicked trod, 
 And madly ran the fmful road ; 
 A^ainft the Gofpel we did fight, 
 Scar'd at the name of a New-light. 
 
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 3 At length the Lord in mere]' callM, 
 And gave us ftrength to give up all : 
 He gave us grace to choofe atight 
 A portion with defpis'd New-lights. 
 
 4 Defpis'd by man, efteem'd by God, 
 We're marching on the heav'nly road : 
 Loud hallelujahs we will fmg 
 
 To Jefus Chrift, the New-lights' King. 
 
 5 Though by the world we are difdain'd, 
 And have our names caft out by men ; 
 Yet Chrift our Captain for us fights, 
 Nor death nor hell can hurt New-lights. 
 
 6 Come, fmners, with us New-lights join, 
 And tafte the joys that are divine ; 
 Bid all your carnal mirth adieu ; 
 Come, join, and be a New-light too. 
 
 7 Your carnal mirth you'll count your toy, 
 If once you know the heav'nly joy : 
 No folid joys are known below, 
 
 But fuch as New-lights feel and know. 
 
 8 I know not any fet nor part, 
 
 But fuch as are New-lights in heart ; 
 
 If in Chrift Jefus you delight, 
 
 I can pronounce you a New-light; 
 
 9 For fmce in Chrift we all are one, 
 My foul would fain let ftrife alone : 
 No prejudice can any bear, 
 
 No malice in the New-lights are. 
 
 io Thus guarded by the Lord, we'll ftand 
 Scife in the hollow of his hand : 
 Nor do we fcorn the New-lights' name ; 
 Chriftians are all New-lights?-— Amen, 
 
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 II Amen, amen, fo let it be ; 
 Glory to God, this light we fee s 
 New light from Chriil to us is giv'n, 
 New light will be our light in heav'n. 
 
 HTMN XI. The Impartial Seng. 
 
 1 X HE great God of love has fhewn us the way, 
 
 And taught us the Impartial Song- : 
 The Spirit is come, and the work is begun, 
 And we all are united in love. 
 
 2 Now death begins to die, grace gains the victory, 
 
 And pride falls a prey to the ground ; 
 We lift up cur heads, as we rife from the dead, 
 And the glory of God ihines around. 
 
 3 Salvation, we fee, for all is mod free ; 
 
 The members of Chrift are all one : 
 We'll march uniform, and with courage face 
 the ftorm, 
 In the battle our Saviour has won. 
 
 4 United in one, the race we will run, 
 
 Prefs forward in faith, without fear ; 
 Such glories purfue, as the world never knew, 
 Never will, till the Gofpel they hear. 
 
 5 The Reprover of fin has fhewn us the way, 
 
 The Comforter leads us along ; 
 The book is unfeal'd, Judah's Lion takes the 
 Meld, 
 And he learns us the Impartial Song. 
 
 6 We'll mount on the wing, and with ardour we'll 
 
 fmg ; 
 Our echoing voices are one : 
 
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 His praife we will found on TmmamielV ground, 
 What a loving Redeemer has done. 
 
 7 And fmce it is fo, we'll all join and go, 
 
 And keep on Immannc]':, ground ; 
 
 Until time is done, and eternity's begun, 
 
 We will all fmg the Impartial Song. 
 
 8 We will then tune our fongs in anthems of praife, 
 
 And join with the feraphs above ; 
 Free grace we will found thro' eternity's round, 
 When our union fhall heighten in love, 
 
 9 Now let us be true, cur journey purfue 
 
 Toward heaven, our glorious home ; 
 Frefs on by the word Chriit left on record, 
 Singing glory to Jems — Amen, 
 
 IITMN XII. The Coronation of Chnjl. 
 
 1 \LL hail the pow'r of Jems' name J 
 
 Let angels proitratc fall ! 
 Bring forth the royal diadem, 
 
 And crown him Lord of all. 
 
 Crown him, ye martyrs of our God., 
 
 Who from the altar call ; 
 Extol the flem of Jeile's rod, 
 
 And crown him Lord of all. 
 
 Ye chofen feed of Ifr'el's race, 
 
 A remnant weak and fmall, 
 Kail him who faves you by his grace^ 
 
 And crown him Lord of all. 
 Ye Gentile fmners, ne'er forget 
 
 The wormwood and the gall } 
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 Go, fpread your trophies at his feet, 
 And crown him Lord of all. 
 
 5 Babes, men and fires, who know his love, 
 
 Who feel your fin and thrall, 
 
 Now join with all the holts above, 
 
 And crown him Lord of all. 
 
 6 Let ev'ry kindred, ev'ry tongue, 
 
 On this terreftrial ball, 
 To him all majefty afcribe, 
 And crown him Lord of all. 
 
 7 O that with yonder facred throng 
 
 We at his feet may fall ! 
 We'll join the everlafting fong, 
 And crown him Lord of all. 
 
 HYMN XIII. The Chr'ifiiarJs Warrant* 
 
 JL HO' troubles afTail, and dangers affright, 
 Tho' friends all mould fail,, and foes all unite, 
 Yet one thing fecures us, whatever betide, 
 The promiie allures us, the Lord will provide- 
 The birds without barn or ftore-houfe are led. 
 From them let us learn to truil in our Head ; 
 His faints what is fitting mall ne'er be deny'd, 
 So long as it's written, The Lord will provide. 
 We all may, like mips, by temped be toft 
 On perilous deeps, but ihall not be loft : 
 Though Satan enrages the wind and the tide, 
 Yet Scripture engages, the Lord will provide. 
 His call we'll obey, like Abrah'm of old ; 
 We know not the way, but faith makes us bold ; 
 For tho' we are ftrangcrs we have a fare guide, 
 And truft, in. all dangers, die Lord will provide. 
 
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 5 When Satan appears to (lop up the path, 
 And fills us with fears, we'll triumph by faith . 
 He cannot take from us (tho' oft he has try'd) 
 This heart-cheering promife. The Lord will 
 
 provide. 
 
 6 He tells us we're weak, our hope is in vain, 
 The good that we feek we ne'er {hall obtain 5 
 But when fuch fuggeftions our graces have 
 
 try'd, 
 This anfwers all queftions, The Lord will pro- 
 vide. 
 
 7 No ftrength of our own, or goodnefs we claim, 
 Our trufl is all thrown on Jeius' own name ; 
 la this our thong tower, for fafety we hide ; 
 The Lord is our power, the Lord will provide. 
 
 % When life finks apace, and death is in view, 
 The word of his grace fhall comfort us thro' ; 
 Nor fearing nor doubting with Chrift on our 
 
 fide, 
 We hope to die fhouting, The Lord will pro- 
 vide. 
 
 HTMN XIV. 
 
 Gofptl Mlmjler's Call or Comm'ijfion. — From fever at 
 Scriptures. 
 
 1 1 HUS faith the Lord, your Mafler dear, 
 
 O ye, his fervants, whom he fends 
 To preach his Gofpel far and near, 
 E'en to the world's remoter! ends : 
 
 2 " Go forth, ye heralds, in my name, 
 
 « Sweetly the gofpel -trumpet found ; 
 
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 tl The glorious jubilee proclaim, 
 
 " Where'er the human race is found. 
 
 3 '* Convince a world of fmners blind, 
 
 " And fhew them where their danger lies ; 
 " The broken-hearted careful bind, 
 
 " And wipe the tears from weeping eyes. 
 
 4 " Be wife as ferpents where you go, 
 
 " Yet harmlefs as the peaceful dove ; 
 " And let your whole deportment fhow 
 " That you're commillion'd from above, 
 
 5 " And as you freely have receiv'd, 
 
 " E'en lb to others freely give ; 
 " So fhall your meifage be believ'd, 
 " And many dying fmners live." 
 
 6 " Mafter, thy word we have obey'd, 
 
 (Said Chrift's fweet meffengers of peace,) 
 
 " And lo, the devils are difmay'd ; 
 
 " Trembling, they rlee before our face." 
 
 *} Oh ! if I had an angel's voice, 
 
 And could be heard from pole to pole, 
 
 I would to all the liiVnine world 
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 Proclaim thy goodnefs to my foul. 
 
 8 O happy fervants of the Lord, 
 
 Who thus their Mailer's will obey ! 
 Immenfelv preat is the reward 
 
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 They ihall receive another day. 
 
 HYMN XV. ; Elevation. 
 
 V^'OME and tafte along with me, 
 Confolations running iree, 
 From my Father's worthy home, 
 Sweeter than the honey-comb. 
 
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 2 Wherefore fhould I third alone J 
 Two is better far than one ; 
 More who fing on Zion's hill, 
 Makes the comfort fweeter ftilj. 
 
 3 Saints in glory fing aloud, 
 When they fee an heir of God 
 Coming in at heaven's door, 
 Making up the number more. 
 
 4 Though the tempter often rife 
 For to make my foul a. prize, 
 Drawn to Chrilt, I'll run to him* 
 He alone can conquer fin, 
 
 5 Gcodnefs, running like a ftreair* 
 Through the New Jerufalem, 
 By its conftant breaking forth, 
 Sweetens earth and heaven both v 
 
 6 Sinful nature, lurking vice, 
 Cannot ftoj the work of grace, 
 While there is a God to give, 
 And a finner to receive. 
 
 7 When this truth to me appears, 
 It removes my doubts and fears ; 
 E'fhcol's fruit inflames my heart. 
 Warming me in ev'ry part. 
 
 8 Then I go to heaven's uore, 
 A iking for a little more \ 
 
 Jefus gives a double {hare-, 
 Calling me a gleaner there* 
 
 $ Keaven here and heaven there, 
 Comforts growing every where j 
 This I boldly can atteft, 
 Vor my foul has got a tafte-. 
 
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 HYMN XVI. 
 A Word of Comfort to the Lambs of Chrift* 
 
 i JDLESS'D be my God that I was born 
 To hear the joyful found, 
 That I was bora to be baptiz'd 
 Where gofpel truths abound. 
 
 2 Blefs'd be my God for what I fee, 
 
 My God, for what I hear ; 
 . I hear fuch bleifed news from heav'n, 
 Nor earth nor hell I fear. 
 
 3 I hear my Lord for me was born, 
 
 My Lord for me did die, 
 My Lord for me did rife again, 
 And did afcend on high. 
 
 4 On high he ftands to plead my caufe, 
 
 And will return again, 
 And fet me on a glorious throne 
 That I with him may reign. 
 I Glory to God the Father be, 
 Glory to God the Son, 
 Glory to God the Holy Ghoft, 
 Glory to God alone, 
 
 HYMN XVII. Pride, 
 
 i In: 
 
 ENUMERABLE foes 
 Attack the child of God. 
 He feels within the weight of fin s 
 A grievous galling load. 
 Temptations too without 
 Of various kinds a {fault. 
 
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 Sly fnares befet his trav'ling feet, 
 And make him often hall. 
 
 3 From firmer and from faint, 
 He meets with many a blow : 
 
 His own bad heart creates him fmart, 
 Which only God can know. 
 
 4 But though the hoft of hell 
 Be neither weak nor fmall ; 
 
 One mighty foe deals dangerous wo. 
 And hurts beyond them all. 
 
 5 'Tis pride, accurfed pride, 
 That fpir't by God abhorr'd : 
 
 Do what we will it haunts us dill, 
 And keeps us from the Lord. 
 
 6 It blows its pois'nous breath, 
 And bloats the foul with air ; 
 
 The heart uplifts with God's own gifts, 
 And makes e'en grace a fnare. 
 
 7 Awake, nay while we fieep, 
 In all we think or fpeak, 
 
 It puffs us glad, torments us fad ; 
 Its hold we cannot break. 
 
 8 In other ills we find 
 
 The hand of Heav'n not flack : 
 Pride only knows to interpofe, 
 And keep our comforts back. 
 
 9 'Tis hurtful, when.perceiv'd ; 
 When not perceiv'd 'tis worfe. 
 
 Unleen or feen it dwells within, 
 And works by fraud or force. 
 
 10 Againft its influence pray, 
 It mingles with the pray'r ; 
 
 Againft it preach, it prompts the fpeech j 
 Be filent, (till 'tis there. 
 
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 it This niornent while I write, 
 I feel its power within ; 
 My heart it draws to feek applaufe* 
 And mixes all with fin; 
 12 "Thou meek and lowly Lamb, 
 This haughty tyrant kill, 
 That wounded thee, though thou waft Tree* 
 And grieves thy Spirit flill. 
 tj Our condefc ending God, 
 
 (To whom elfe mail We go ?) 
 Remove our pride whate'er betide * T 
 And lay, and keep us low. 
 
 14 Thy garden is the place, 
 
 Where pride cannot intrude ; 
 For mould it dare to enter there, 
 *Twould foon be drown'd in blood* 
 
 HTMN XVIII. 
 
 PaUt 1. 
 
 JLjET us afk th' important queftion 
 (Brethren, be not too fecure) 
 What it is to be a Chriftian ; 
 How we may our hearts affure. 
 Vain is all our belt devotion, 
 If on falfe foundations built ; 
 True religion's more than notion — « 
 Something mud be known and felt. 
 'Tis to truft our Well-beloved 
 In his blood has wafh'd us clean : 
 'Tis to hope our guilt's removed, 
 Though we feel it rife within. 
 
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 To believe that all is fmifh'd, 
 
 Though fo much remains t' endure 3 
 
 Find the dangers undimmiuYd, 
 
 Yet to hold deli v'ra ace fure. 
 
 'Tis to credit contradictions, 
 
 Talk with him one never fees : 
 
 Cry and groan beneath afflictions, 
 
 Yet to dread the thoughts of eafe. 
 
 'Tis to feel the fight againft us, 
 
 Yet the vicVry hope to gain : 
 
 To believe that Chrift has cleans'd us, 
 
 Though the leprofy remain. 
 
 'Tis to hear the Holy Spirit 
 
 Prompting us to fecret prayer ; 
 
 To rejoice in Jefu's merit, 
 
 Yet continual forrow bear. 
 
 To receive a full remiffion 
 
 Of our fins for evermore ; 
 
 Yet to figh with fore contrition, 
 
 Begging mercy ev'ry hour. 
 
 To be ftedfafl; in believing, 
 
 Yet to tremble, fear and quake. 
 
 Ev'ry moment be receiving 
 
 Strength, and yet be always weak. 
 
 To be fighting, fleeing, turning : 
 
 Ever finking, yet to fwim, 
 
 To converfe with Jefus, mourning 
 
 For ourfelves, or elfe for him. 
 
 Part 2. 
 GREAT High-Prieft, we view thee Hooping;, 
 With our names upon thy breaft, 
 In the garden groaning, drooping, 
 To the ground with horrors preit. 
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 Weeping angels flood confounded 
 To behold their Maker thus, 
 And can we remain unwounded. 
 When we know 'twas all for us Z 
 
 On the crofs thy body broken 
 Cancels ev'ry penal tie. 
 Tempted fouls, produce this token 
 All demands to fatisfy. 
 All is finifh'd, do not doubt it» 
 But believe your dying Lord : 
 Never reafcn more about it, 
 Only take him at his word. 
 
 Lord, we fain would truft thee folely> 
 'Twas for us thy blood was fpilt. 
 Bruifed Bridegroom take us wholly* 
 Take, and make us what thou wilt* 
 Thou haft borne the bitter fentence 
 Pad on man's devoted race : 
 True belief, and true repentance 
 Are thy gifts, thou God of graces 
 
 HrMNXIX. 
 A Dialogue between a Believer and his SouL 
 
 i Bel. V^OME, my foul, and let us try* 
 
 For a little feafon, 
 Ev'ry burden to lay by, 
 
 Come and let us reafon. 
 What is this that cafts thee down ? 
 
 Who are thofe that grieve thee ? 
 Speak, and let the worft be known, 
 
 Speaking may relieve thee. 
 
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 2, Soul. Oh ! I fink beneath the loaj' 
 
 Of my nature's evil ; 
 Full of enmity to God ; 
 
 Captur'd by the Devil : 
 Rejllefs as the troubled feas, 
 
 Feeble, faint, and fearful ; 
 Plagu'd with ev'ry fore difeafe, 
 
 How can I be cheerful ? 
 
 3 Be!. Think on what thy Saviour bore* 
 
 In the gloomy garden, 
 Sweating blood at ev'ry pore, 
 
 To procure thy pardon. 
 See him ftretch'd upon the wood. 
 
 Bleeding, grieving, crying ; 
 Suff'ring all the wrath of God,, 
 
 Groaning, gafping, dying ! 
 
 4 Soul. This by faith I fometimes view^ 
 
 And thofe views relieve me i 
 But myfns return anew ; 
 
 "Thefe are they that grieve me. 
 Oh I I'm leprous, wretched, foul^ 
 
 Quite throughout infecled ; 
 Have not I, if any foid> 
 
 Qaufe to be dejected ? 
 
 5 Bel. Think how loud thy dying Lord 
 
 Cry'd out, « It isfinijh'dl" 
 Treafure up that facred word, 
 
 Whole and undiminifiYdj, 
 Doubt not ; he will carry on, 
 
 To its full perfection, 
 That good work he has begun — ■ 
 
 Why then this dejection?, 
 
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 9 Soul. Faith, when void of works, is dead? 
 
 This the fcriptures witnefs : 
 And what works have I to plead, 
 
 Who am all iinfitnefs P 
 All my powers are depraved, 
 
 Blind, perverfe, andjilthy ,* 
 If from death P m fully fav' d, 
 
 Why am I not healthy ? 
 
 7 Bel. Pore not on thyfelf too long, 
 
 Left it fink thee lower. 
 Look to Jefus kind as ftrong, 
 
 Mercy join'd with power. 
 Ev'ry work that thou muft do, 
 
 Will thy gracious Saviour 
 For thee work, and in thee tQQj, 
 
 Of his fpecial favour. 
 
 $ Soul. Jeffs precious blood oncefpilt, 
 I depend an folely, 
 Fo releafe and clear my guilty 
 But I would be holy: 
 Bel. He that bought thee on the cro£ 
 Can control thy nature, 
 Fully purge away thy drofs, 
 Make thee a new creature. 
 
 9 Soul. That he can I nothing doubt, 
 Be it but his pleafure. 
 Bel. Though it be not done throughout^ 
 
 May it not in meafure ? 
 Soul. When that meafure, far from great. 
 
 Still Jhall feem decreafing—~ 
 Bel. Faint not then ; but pray, and waify 
 Never, never ceafing. 
 
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 JO Soul. What when prayer meets no regard f 
 
 Bel. Still repeat it often. 
 Soul. But I feel myfelffo hard — 
 
 Bel. Jeius will thee foften. 
 Soul. But my enemies make head. 
 
 Bel. Let them clofer drive thee. 
 Soul. But Vm cold, I'm dark, I'm dead, 
 
 Bel. Jefus will revive thee. 
 
 HYMN XX. 
 
 Jefus ofttlmes reforted thither ivlth hjs difciples* 
 John xviii. 2. 
 
 3 J ESUS, while he dwelt below* 
 
 As divine hiftorians fay, 
 To a place would often go, 
 
 Near to Kedron's brook it lay : 
 In this place he lov'd to be, 
 And 'twas nam'd Gethfemane. 
 
 2 'Twas a garden, as we read, 
 
 At the foot of Olivet, 
 Low, and proper to be made 
 
 The Redeemer's lone retreat. 
 When from noife he would be free, 
 Then he fought Gethfemane. 
 
 3 Thither, by their Matter brought, 
 
 His diiciples likewiie came : 
 There the heav'nly truths he taught. 
 
 Often fet their hearts on flame, 
 Therefore they, as well as he^ 
 Vifited Gethefemane, 
 
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 4 Here they oft converting fat, 
 
 Or might join with Chrift in prayer* 
 Oh, what bleft devotion's that, 
 
 When the Lord himfelf is there i 
 All things to them feem'd V agree 
 To endear Gethfemane. 
 
 5 Here no ftrangers durft intrude, 
 
 But the Prince of Peace could fit, 
 Cheer' d with facred folitude, 
 
 Wrapt in contemplation fweet ! 
 Yet how little could they fee, 
 Why he chofe Gethfemane. 
 
 6 Full of love to man's loft race, 
 
 On this conflict much he thought ; 
 This he knew the deftin'd place, 
 
 And he lov'd the facred fpot. 
 Therefore 'twas he lik'd to be 
 Often in Gethfemane. 
 
 7 They his foll'wers with the reft, 
 
 Had incurr'd the wrath divine : 
 And their Lord, with pity preft, 
 
 Long'd to bear their loads— and mine j 
 Love to them, and love to me, 
 Made him love Gethfemane. 
 
 8 Many woes had he endur'd, 
 
 Many fore temptations met, 
 Patient, and to pains inur'd : 
 
 But the foreft trial yet 
 Was to be fuftain'd in thee, 
 Gloomy, fad Gethfemane. 
 
 9 Came at length the dreadful night \ 
 
 Vengeance with its iron rod 
 $:ood, and wi& collected might 
 
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 -Bruis'd the harmlefs Lamb of God. 
 -See, my foul, thy Saviour fee, 
 Grov'ling in Gethfemane ! 
 
 *o View him in that O/ive-Prefs, 
 
 Squeez'd and wrung, till whelm'd in blood! 
 View thy Makers deep diftrefs ! 
 
 Hear the fighs and groans of God ! 
 Then reflect what fin mull be, 
 Gazing on Gethfemane* 
 
 i i Poor difciples, tell me now, 
 
 Where's the love you lately had ! 
 
 Where's that faith ye all could vflw ? — * 
 But this hour is too too fad. 
 
 'Tis not now for fuch as ye 
 
 To fupport Gethfemane, 
 
 1 2 Oh, what wonders love has done ! 
 
 But how little underftood I 
 God well knows, and God alone, 
 
 What produc'd that fweat of blood. 
 Who can thy deep wonders fee, 
 Wonderful Gethfemane ? 
 
 13 There my God bore all my guilt : 
 
 This through grace can be believ'd ; 
 But the horrors which he felt, 
 
 Are too vafl to be conceiv'd. 
 None can penetrate through thee, 
 Doleful, dark, Gethfemane, 
 
 14 Gloomy garden, on thy beds, 
 
 Wafh'd by Kedron's waters foul, 
 Grow mofl rank and bitter weeds : 
 
 Think on thefe, my iinful foul. 
 Wouldit. thou fin's dominion rice, 
 Call to mind Gethfemane. 
 
! 
 
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 15 Sinners, vile like me, and loft, 
 
 (If there's one fo vile as I) 
 Leave more righteous fouls to boaft, 
 
 Leave them, and to refuge fly. 
 We may well blefs that decree, . 
 
 Which ordain'd Gethjemane. 
 
 16 We can hope no healing hand, 
 
 Leprous quite throughout with fin ; 
 Loath'd incurables we ftand, 
 
 Crying out, unclean, unclean. 
 Help there's none for fuch as we, 
 But in dear Gethjemane. 
 
 37 Eden, from each flow'ry bed, 
 
 Did for man fhort fweetnefs breathe, 
 
 Soon by Satan's counfel led, 
 
 Man wrought fin, and fin wrought death. 
 
 But of life the healing tree 
 
 Grows, in rich Gethjemane. 
 
 j 8 Hither, Lord, thou didft refort 
 Oft-times with thy little train ; 
 
 Here wouldft keep thy private court— 
 Oh ! confer that grace again. 
 
 Lord, refort with worthless me, 
 
 Oft-times to Gethjemane.. 
 
 19 True, I can't deferve to fhare 
 In a favour {0 divine : 
 But, fmce fin firft hx'd thee there, 
 
 None have greater fms than mine : 
 And to this my woful plea 
 - Witnefs thou Gethjemane. 
 
 10 Sins againft a holy God — 
 
 Sins againft his righteous, law — . 
 Sins againft his love, his blood — 
 
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 Sins againft his name and caufe— 
 Sins immenfe as is the fea : 
 Hide me, O Get hfe mane. 
 
 .21 Here's my claim, and here alone, 
 None a Saviour more can need. 
 
 Deeds of righteoufnefs Pve none, 
 No, not one good work to plead. 
 
 Not a glimpfe of hope for me, 
 
 Only in Gethfemane* 
 
 2.2 Saviour, all the (tone remove 
 From my flinty, frozen heart: 
 
 Thaw it with the beams of love — 
 Pierce it with a blood-dipt dart. 
 
 Wound the heart that wounded thee s 
 
 Melt it in Gethfemane* 
 
 $1 Father, Son, and Holy Ghofl, 
 One Almighty God of love, 
 
 HymnM by all the heav'nly hofl, 
 In thy Alining courts above, 
 
 We poor finners, gracious Threx, 
 
 Blefs thee for Gethfemane* 
 
 HTMNXXI. The Stony Heart. 
 
 1 V^H ! for a glance of heav'nly day, 
 To take this flubborn Hone away, 
 And thaw with beams of love divine 
 This heart, this frozen heart of mine. 
 
 2 The rocks can rend, the earth can quake, 
 The feas can roar, the mountains make,; 
 Of feeling all things fhew fome fign, 
 $ut this unfeeling heart of mine* 
 
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 3 To hear the forrows thou haft felt, . 
 Dear Lord, an adamant would melt j 
 But I can read each moving line, 
 And nothing move this heart of mine. 
 
 4 Thy judgments too unmov'd I hear, 
 (Amazing thought !) which devils fear* 
 Goodnefs, and wrath in vain combine,,, 
 To ftir this ftupid, heart of mine., 
 
 | But fomething yet can do the deed, 
 And that dear fomething much I need ; 
 Thy Spirit can from drofs refine, 
 And move and melt this heart of mine. 
 
 BTMN XXII. Work and Contention ef Heaven 
 
 X N heav'nly choirs a queftion rofe, 
 That ftirr'd up ftrife will never clofe* 
 What- rank of all the ranfom'd race 
 Owes higheft praife to fov'reign grace ? 
 Babes thither caught from womb and breaftj 
 Claim'd right to rmg above the reft i 
 Becaufe they fecund the happy iliore 
 They never law nor fought before. 
 Thofe that arrive at riper age 
 Before they left the dufky ftage, 
 Thought grace deferv'd yet higher praife* 
 That wanVd the blots of num'rous days. 
 Anon the war more clofe began, 
 What praifmg harp fhould lead the vam ? 
 And which of grace's heav'nly peers 
 Was deepeft run in her arrears ? 
 ««'Tis I, (faid one) 'bove all my race, 
 «■ Am debtor chief to glorious graced 
 
( it ) 
 
 u Nay, (faid another) hark I trowj 
 
 ** I'm more oblig'd to grace than you*** 
 
 «' Stay, (foid a third) I deeped fhare 
 
 " In owing praife beyond compare : 
 
 *' The chief of miners, you'll allow, 
 
 *' Muft be the chief of lingers now." 
 
 "Hold, (laid a fourth) I here proteft 
 
 ** My prailes mild outvie the bed ; 
 
 " For I'm of all the human race 
 
 '" The higheft miracle of grace. 
 
 " Stop, (faid a fifth) thefe notes forbear* 
 
 ** Lo ! I'm the greated wonder here ; 
 
 " For I, of all the race that fell, 
 
 " Deferv'd the lowed place in hell.'* 
 
 A foul that higher yet afpir'd, 
 
 With equal love to Jelus hVd, 
 
 u 'Tis mine to fmg the: higheft notes 
 
 " To love that waih'd the fouled blots.' 5 
 
 " Ho ! (cry'd a mate) 'tis mine, I'll prove* 
 
 " Who fmn'd in fpite of light and love, 
 
 ■-« To found his praife with loudeft bell, 
 
 " That fav'd me from the lowed hell.*' 
 
 "Come, come, (faid one) I'll hold the plea* 
 
 " That highed praife is due by me ; 
 
 " For mine, of all the fav'd by grace, 
 
 " Was the mod dreadful, defp'rate cafe." 
 
 Another riflng at his fide, 
 
 As fond of praife, and free of pride, 
 
 Cry'd, " Pray give place, for I deny 
 
 u That you mould owe more praife than I i 
 
 " I'll yield to none in this debate j 
 
 " I'm run fo deep in grace's debt, 
 
 " That fare I am, I boldly can 
 
 •• Compare with ail the heav'nly clan*'* 
 
( 3« ) 
 
 Quick o'er their heads a trump awoke, 
 «* Your fongs my very heart have fpoke ; 
 •* But ev'ry note you here propale, 
 *« Belongs to me beyond you all." 
 The lift'ning millions round about 
 With fweet refentment loudly fhout f 
 €t What voice is this, comparing notes, 
 *' That to their fong chief place allots ? 
 ■* We can't allow of fuch a found, 
 ** That you alone have higheft ground 
 "To fmg the royalties of grace ; 
 " We claim the fame adoring place." 
 What ! will no rival finger yield 
 He has a match upon the field ? 
 *■ Come, then, and let us all agree 
 "To praife upon the higheft key." 
 Then jointly all the harpers round 
 In mind unite with folemn found, 
 And ftrokes upon the higheft ftring, 
 Made all the heav'nly arches ring ; 
 Ring loud with halleluiahs high, 
 To him that fent his Son to die ; 
 And to the worthy Lamb of God, 
 That lav* d and ivajtf d them in his blood, 
 
 FREE GRACE wasfov'reignemprefscrown'd 
 
 In pomp with joyful fhcuts around : 
 
 A Aiding angels clapp'd their wings, 
 
 And founded grace on all their firings. 
 
 The emulation round the throne 
 
 Made proftrate hofts (who ev'ry one 
 
 The humbleft place the right avow) 
 
 Strive nvho Jhould give the loivejl bow. 
 
 The next contention without vice 
 
 Among the birds of paradif£, 
 
( 37 ) 
 
 Made every glorious warbling throat 
 Strive ivho jhould ra'ife the h'ighcjl note. 
 
 Thus in fweet holy humble ftrife, 
 Along their endlefs, joyful life, 
 Of Jeius all the harpers rove, 
 And ling the wonders of his love. 
 Their difcord makes them all unite 
 la raptures moft divinely fweet ; 
 So great the fong, fo grave the bafs, 
 Melodious mulic rills t£ie place. 
 
 HYMN XXIII. Death of a Saint. 
 
 1 Jl HOSE perfons are happy who die, 
 
 Enjoying their Saviour's rich love, 
 Bright angels their ipirits convey 
 To happieft manfions above, 
 
 2 The foul of our lifter's took flight, 
 
 And bid a farewel to her pains ; 
 She's now in the regions of light, 
 And with her dear Saviour remains. 
 
 3 Her years on this earth were but few, 
 
 But Jeius had taught her to pray , 
 And Jems, her Saviour, me knew, 
 Before flic was fummon'd away. 
 
 4 She frequently long'd to be gone, 
 
 To join the blei's'd^fpirits above : 
 To lit on lmmanuel's throne, 
 
 And feel all the tranfports of love. 
 
 5 " Come, Jefus, come quickly," fhe cry'd, 
 
 And then to the world bade adieu, 
 D 
 
( 3« ) 
 
 Then, then' with compofure fhe dy'd, 
 And into Chrifl's bofom fhe flew. 
 
 Amidft a bright hoft {lie now fbtnes, 
 Enthron'd in the kingdom of God ; 
 
 And with her dear Jefus fhe reigns, 
 And fings to the praife of his blood. 
 
 HTMN XXIV. The Omnifcience of Chrif„ 
 
 J ESUS, thou omnifcient Saviour, 
 
 Known to thee is all I do, 
 Ail my thoughts, and words, and Mont 
 
 Lie before th) r piercing view. 
 All my various im perfections, 
 
 Ev'ry I'm, and ev'ry fear ; 
 'es, — my very fecret evil 
 
 Doth before thy face appear. 
 
 \ et, O Lord, thou know'ft I love thee ; 
 
 Lr.ve thy name, and love thy caufe j 
 Lf&t the found of thy rich gofpel, 
 
 Dearly love thy glorious laws. 
 ; ove to fear thee, love to ferve thee ; 
 Love to fing thy matchlefs fame ; 
 L ve fincerely all thy peopje ; 
 Love thy faints of ev'ry name. 
 i-s, wnen I view thy kindnefs, 
 [ low I wonder and adore ! 
 ■ t my wonder much increafes, 
 
 hat I love my Lord no more* 
 thou merciful Redeemer, 
 nAp me more thy name to love / 
 •< thee with interne aiteclion ; 
 ^«> th- f^hits above. 
 
( 39 ) 
 
 HTMN XXV. The Coming Sinner 
 
 W HEN a guilty Tinner's flying 
 
 To a Saviour's pard'ning blood, 
 Satan will be fiercely trying 
 
 To obftrii'ft his way to God. 
 How he'll ftrive the man to harden, 
 
 By fuggelting to his mind, 
 That for him there is no pardon, 
 
 That no mercy he mall find. 
 But no furious, raging devil' 
 
 E'er fhall fruftrate Jefus' grace ; 
 His rich blood removes all evil, 
 
 And the fmner he'll embrace. 
 Yes — the tender-hearted Saviour 
 
 Will his mighty pow'r exert, 
 And reveal forgiving favour 
 
 To the fmner 's trembling heart. 
 Hear the Lord on Calv'ry crying, 
 
 " See, ye fmners, fee my blood I 
 11 See thy great Redeemer dying ; 
 
 " See thy loving, pard'ning God. 
 " See my bowels of companion 
 
 " Yearn o'er ev'ry troubled mind, 
 " See, O fee thy great falvation ! 
 
 " See, believe, and mercy find !" 
 
 HTMN XXVI. The Pilgrims' parting fo^. 
 
 I ILGRIMS, with pleafure let us part, 
 Since we are all bound up hi heart ; 
 No length of days, nor difcant fpace 
 Can ever break thefe bands of grace. 
 
( 4° ) 
 
 2 Parting with joy we'll join to flag 
 The wonders of our bleeding King ; 
 Our diftant bodies may remove, 
 But nothing ihall divide our love. 
 
 3 In vain may earth and hell combine 
 To quench that love which is divine ; 
 It will not ceafe with dying breath, 
 Nor cool when we are cold in death. 
 
 4 And now in love with Jems' name 
 Let bodies part to fpeed his fame, 
 
 ; That other fouls may leave their wq, 
 And fhare with us in glory too. 
 
 5 And O, a few more days or years 
 Shall bring a period to our tears ! 
 And we {hall reach the blifsful more, 
 Where parting hours are known no more. 
 
 6 There lhall our fouls adore the hand, 
 That led us through this defert land ; 
 Lofe all our griefs, forget our pains, 
 And join in everlafting ftrains. 
 
 HTMN XXVIL The Mefiah is com. 
 
 1 HE Prince of Peace is come, 
 And cloth'd himfelf in clay ; 
 Whoever finds him room, 
 He'll take their guilt away. 
 Ye fouls diftrefs'd 
 In him believe, 
 And you mail live 
 Forever bleft. 
 
( 4' ) 
 
 2 This is the flaughter'd Lamb, 
 Who freely fpills his blood, 
 To bear the firmer s ihame, 
 And bring them home to God ; 
 
 Unbounded grace 
 To fmners giv'n, 
 And foon in heav'n 
 
 Immortal blifs. 
 
 3 Sinners, receive his love, 
 And let your fouls rejoice, 
 A crown of life's above, 
 For all that hear his voice. 
 
 O flee from hell ; 
 
 Enjoy his love ; 
 
 In realms above 
 Forever dwell. 
 
 4 O God, my foul dived 
 Of ev'ry pow'r but thine, 
 Thy love mail make my bread 
 A kingdom all divine. 
 
 When time is o'er 
 
 O let me be 
 
 Wrapt up in thee 
 Forevermore. 
 
 HYMN XXVIII. The awakened Si 
 
 O 
 
 AM I born to die, 
 With an immortal foul ? 
 All ! hurry'd to eternity, 
 As fwift as time can roll. 
 I tuft begin to fse ; 
 Ah ! Lord, what (hall I do ? 
 
 D 2 
 
( 4* ) 
 
 How fhall a wretched fmner flee 
 From everlafting wo ? 
 
 3 I dare no longer flay 
 
 So nigh the jaws of hell ; 
 Yet how to go or find the way 
 To Chrift, I cannot tell. 
 
 4 They fay that he is kind, 
 And pities dying men ; 
 
 But how fhall I this Jefus find ? 
 O tell me where or when. 
 
 5 They fay he don't deny 
 The trembling foul's requeft ; 
 
 And thofe who on his word rely 
 Have found immediate reft. 
 
 6 O Lord, though I am vile, 
 Receive me as I am ; 
 
 Let heav'n's immortal goodnefs fmile 
 On me, through Chrift the Lamb. 
 
 HYMN XXIX. 
 
 A j/jort addrejs to real Chriflians, nv'ith a fet» 
 thoughts on my oivn departure and immortal glo*- 
 ry through Chrift, 
 
 2 JN OW to the pilgrims born of God, 
 In Jems' name thefe lines I hand, 
 To cheer you on your Chriftian road, 
 And point you to the heav'nly land. 
 2 When I am gone and ye furvive, 
 
 Make the Redeemer's name your theme ; 
 And while thefe mortal climes ye rove, 
 The wenden; of his love proclaim. 
 
( 43 ) 
 
 j Soon I fhall end this rapid race, 
 
 And tread your mortal climes no more 
 But through Jehovah's boundlefs grace, 
 Safe mall I reach the heav'nly ihore. 
 
 4. No diftant fpace to take my flight, 
 
 When I ihall clofe thefe mortal eyes, 
 But in eternal realms of light, 
 
 Awake with pleaiure and furprife; 
 
 5 O what transporting feas of blifs ! 
 
 I then fhall fail with fweet delight I 
 There God my lafting portion is, 
 Shining beyond conception bright. 
 
 6 How will the heav'n-tranfporting blaze, 
 
 The pow'rs of all my foul employ ! 
 I foaring flill aloft fhall gaze 
 On that eternal fource of joy. 
 
 7 Though millions are the hofts above, 
 
 They now in God are all but one ; 
 And all fo raviih'd with his love, 
 They nothing know but God alone, 
 
 8 My foul fo raviih'd in that fea, 
 
 I've loft .myfelf and wond'ring gaze ; 
 This God is all I feel or fee, 
 I'm loft in his meridian blaze ! 
 
 9 I drink, I foar, I gaze, I rove, 
 
 O'er the tranfparent fcenes of blifs, 
 Still loft with wonder in his lore ; 
 My foul ! and what a God is this. 
 
 10 Ten thoufand blazing realms of light, 
 
 Proclaim their God, and fay, Amen ! 
 My foul Itill foaring in her flight, 
 My God is all, I drop my pea. 
 
( 44 ) 
 
 HYMN XXX. Sanaification and Pardon. 
 
 VV HERE mall we finners hide our heads, 
 
 Can rocks or mountains fave ? 
 Or fhall we wrap us in the fhades 
 
 Of midnight and the grave ? 
 Is there no fhelter from the eye 
 
 Of a revenging God ? 
 Jefus, to thy dear wounds we fly, 
 
 Bedew us with thy blood. 
 Thofe guardian drops our fouls fecure, 
 
 And wafh away our fin ; 
 Eternal juftice frowns no more, 
 
 And conference fmiles within. 
 We blefs that wondrous purple ftream, 
 
 That cleanfes every ftain ; 
 Yet are our fouls but half redeem' d 
 
 If fin, the tyrant, reign. 
 Lord, blaft his empire with thy breath, 
 
 That curfed throne muft fall ; 
 Ye flattering plagues, that work our death, 
 
 Fly, for we hate you all. 
 
 V 
 
 HTMN XXXI, 
 Trujilng in Grace and Providence* 
 
 AIN.delufive world adieu, 
 With all of creature good, 
 
 Only Jefus I purfue, 
 
 Who bought me with his blood ! 
 
 All thy pleafure I forego, 
 
 I trample on thy wealth and pride : 
 
(45 ) 
 
 Only Jefus will I know, 
 
 And Jefus crucify'd ! 
 Oilier knowledge I difdain, 
 
 'Tis all but vanit) : 
 Chrilr, the Lamb of God, was flam, 
 
 He tailed death for me ! 
 Me to fave from enlefs wo, 
 
 The fin-atoning victim dy'd ; 
 Only Jefus will 1 know, 
 
 And Jefus crucify'd ! 
 
 Here will I let up my reft ; 
 
 My fluctuating heart, 
 From the haven of his bread, 
 
 Shall never more depart : 
 Whither mould a fmner go ? 
 
 His wounds for me ftand open wide ; 
 Only Jefus will 1 know, 
 
 And Jefus crucify'd ! 
 Him to know is life and peace, 
 
 And pleafure without i i 
 This is all my happinefs 
 
 On Jefus to depend ; 
 Daily in his grace to grow, 
 
 And ever in his faith abide ; 
 Only Jefus will I know, 
 
 And Jefus crucify'd ! 
 O that I could all invite, 
 
 This faving truth to prove : 
 Show the length, the breadth^ and height 
 
 And depth of Jefus' love ! 
 Fain I would to finners mow 
 
 The blood by faith alone apply'd ! 
 Only Jefus will I k 
 
 And Jefus crucify'd ! 
 
( 46 ) 
 
 HYMN XXXII. Death and Heaven. 
 
 t 1JLND let this feeble body fail, 
 
 And let it faint and die ; 
 My foul mall quit the mournful vale, 
 
 And foar to worlds on high : 
 Shall join the difembody'd faints, 
 
 And find its long-fought reft ; 
 That only blifs for which it pants 
 
 In the Redeemer's breaft. 
 2 In hope of that immortal crown, 
 
 I now the crofs fuftain ; 
 And gladly wander up and down. 
 
 And fmile at toil and pain : 
 I fuffer on my threefcore years 
 
 Till my Deliv'rer come ; 
 And wipe away his fervant's tears, 
 
 And take his exile home. 
 
 3 O what hath Jefus bought for me \ 
 
 Before my ravihVd eyes 
 Rivers of life divine I fee, 
 
 And trees of paradife ! 
 I fee a world of fpirits bright, 
 
 Who tafte the pleafures there ! 
 They all are rob'd in fpotlefs white, 
 
 And conqu'ring palms they bear. 
 
 4 O what are all my fufPrings here, 
 
 If, Lord, thou count me meet 
 With that enraptur'd hotl t y appear, 
 
 And worfhip at thy feet ! 
 Give joy or grief, give eafe or pain, 
 
 Take life or friends away : 
 But let me find them all again 
 
 In that eternal day. 
 
( 47 ) 
 
 HYMN XXXIII. 
 Jl Prayer for Serloufmfs^ in profped of Eternity 
 
 1 1 HOU God of glorious majefty, 
 To thee, againft myielf, to thee, 
 
 A flnful worm, I cry : 
 A half-awaken'd child of man, 
 An heir of endlefs blifs or pain, 
 
 A finner born to die ! 
 
 2 Lo ! on a narrow neck of land, 
 'Twixt two unbounded feas, I Hand, 
 
 Secure, infenfible ; 
 A point of time, a moment's fpace, 
 Removes me to yon heav'nly place, 
 
 Or (huts me up in hell. 
 
 3 O God, my guilty foul convert, 
 And deeply on my wretched heart, 
 
 Eternal tilings imprefs ; 
 Give me to feel their folemn weight, 
 To tremble on the brink of fate, 
 
 And wake to righteoufnefs ] 
 4. Before me place in dread -array, 
 The pomp of that tremendous day, 
 
 When thou with clouds malt come, 
 To judge the nations at thy bar ; 
 And tell me, Lord, fhall I be there 
 
 To meet a joyful doom ? 
 5 Be this my one great bus'nefs here, 
 With ferious induftry and fear, 
 
 Eternal blifs t' enfure ; 
 Thine utmoft counfel to fulfil, 
 ' To fuffer all thy righteous will, 
 
 And to the end endure. 
 
( 43 .) 
 
 Then, Saviour, then my foul receive, 
 Transported from this vale, to live 
 
 And reign with thee above ! 
 Where faith is fweetly loll in fight ; 
 And hope, in full fupreme delight, 
 
 And everlafting love. 
 
 HYMN XXXIV. The New Convert. 
 
 O 
 
 'H ! how happy are they 
 
 Who the Saviour obey, 
 And have laid up their treafure above ! 
 
 Tongue can never exprefs 
 
 The ivveet comfort and peace 
 Of a foul in its earlieit love ! 
 
 That fvveet comfort was mine, 
 
 When the favour divine 
 I firft found in the blood of the Lamb ; 
 
 When my heart it believ'd, 
 
 What a joy I receiv'd, 
 What a heaven in Jefus's name ! 
 
 'Twas a heaven below, 
 
 My Redeemer to know ; 
 And the angels could do nothing more 
 
 Than to fall at his feet, 
 
 And the ftory repeat, 
 And the Lover of fmners adore. 
 
 Jefus all the day long 
 
 Was my joy and my fong ; 
 O that all his falvation might fee ! 
 
 He hath lov'd me, I cry'd, 
 
 He hath fuifer'd and dy'd, 
 To redeem, fuch a rebel as me, 
 
( 49 ) 
 
 On the wings of his love, 
 
 I was carry'd above 
 All my fm, and temptation, and pain j 
 
 And I could not believe 
 
 That I ever mould grieve, 
 That I ever mould fuffer again. 
 
 I then rode on the fey, 
 
 Freely juftify'd I, 
 Nor did envy Elijah his feat ; 
 
 My glad foul mounted higher 
 
 In a chariot of fire, 
 And the moon it was under my feet. 
 
 ! the rapturous height 
 Of that holy delight, 
 
 Which 1 felt in the life-giving blood f 
 Of my Saviour poiTeiF, 
 
 1 was perfectly bleft, 
 
 As if fill'd with die fulnefs of God. 
 
 HYMN XXXV. 
 Warning tojinntrs, to Jtee from the wrath 
 
 1 VV ITH love of pity I look round 
 
 Upon my fellow clay ; 
 See men rejecl the gofpel found, 
 Good God ! what mall I fay ? 
 
 2 My bowels yearn for dying men, 
 
 Doom'd to eternal wo ; 
 Fain would I fpeak, but 'tis in vain, 
 If God does not fpeak too. 
 
 3 O fmners, fmners, will you hear, 
 
 When in God's name I come \ 
 E 
 
( 5° ) 
 
 Upon your peril don't forbear, * 
 Left hell ihould be your doom. 
 
 4 Now is the time, th' accepted hour, 
 
 O finners ! come away ; 
 The Saviour's knocking at your door, 
 Arife without delay. 
 
 5 Do not refufe to give him room, 
 
 Left mercy mould withdraw ; 
 He'll thee in robes of vengeance come 
 To execute his law. 
 
 6 Then where, poor fmnners, will you be, 
 
 If deftitute of grace, 
 When you your injur'd Judge fhall fee, 
 And ftand before his face. 
 
 7 O ! could you fhun that dreadful fight, 
 
 How would you wiih to fly 
 To the dark (hades of endlefs night. 
 From that all-iearching eye. 
 
 S But death and hell muft all appear, 
 And you among them ftand ; 
 Before the great impartial bar, 
 Arraign'd at Chrift's left hand. 
 ♦; No yearning bowels' pity then, 
 Will e'er affect my heart ; 
 No, I (hall furely fay, amen, 
 When Chrift bids you depart. 
 lo Let not thefe warnings be in vain, 
 But lend a lift'ning ear ; 
 Left you fhould meet them all again, 
 When wrapt in keen defpair. 
 
 ,L 
 
 HYMN XXXVI. The Athens Miftaie. 
 
 AUGH, yc profane, and fwell and bur ft 
 With bold impiety : 
 
( V ) 
 
 Yet fhall ye live forever curs'd, 
 And ieeK in vain to die. 
 
 2 The gafp of your expiring breath 
 
 Coniigns your fouls to chains ; 
 By the Lift agonies of death 
 Sent down to fiercer pains. 
 
 3 Ye ftand upon a dreadful deep, 
 
 And all beneath is hell, 
 Your weighty guilt will fink you deep, 
 Where the old ferpent fell. 
 
 4 When iron flumbers bind your flefh, 
 
 With ftrange furprife you'll find 
 Immortal vigour fpring afreih, 
 And tortures wake the mind ! 
 
 5 Then you'll confefs the frightful names 
 
 Of plagues you fcorn'd before, 
 No more fhall look like idle dreams, 
 Like foolifh tales no more. 
 
 6 Then fliall ye curfe that fatal day, 
 
 (With flames upon your tongues) 
 W T hen you exchang'd your fouls away 
 For vanity and fongs. 
 
 7 Behold, the faints rejoice to die, 
 
 For heav'n fhines round their heads ; 
 And angel- guards, prcpar'd to fly, 
 Attend their fainting beds. 
 
 8 Their longing fpirits part, and rife 
 
 To their celeftial feat ; 
 Above thefe ruinable Ikies 
 They make their laft retreat. 
 
 9 Kence, ye profane, I hate your ways, 
 
 I walk with pious fouls ; 
 There's a wide difference in our race, 
 And diitant are our goals. 
 
( 5* ) 
 
 HTMN XXXVII. 
 Compojcd on viewing the chad body of a Saint. 
 
 AH S lovely appearance of death, 
 
 What fight upon earth is fo fair ? 
 Not all the gay pageants that breathe 
 
 Can with a dead body compare ! 
 With folemn delight I furvey 
 
 The corpfe, when the fpirit is fled, 
 In love with the beautiful clay, 
 
 And longing to lie in its ftead. 
 How bleft is our brother, bereft 
 
 Of all that could burthen his mind ; 
 How eafy the foul that has left 
 
 This wearifome body behind! 
 Of evil incapable thou, 
 
 Whofe relics with envy I fee, 
 No longer- in mifery now, 
 
 No longer a fmner like me. 
 This earth is affecled no more 
 
 With ficknefs, Qr fliaken with pain j 
 The war in the members is o'er, 
 
 And never mail vex him again ! 
 No anger, henceforward, or fname 
 
 Shall redden this innocent clay ; 
 Extinct is the animal flame, 
 
 Andpaflion is vaniih'd away. 
 This languifhing head is at reft, 
 
 Its thinking and aching are o'er ; 
 This quiet immoveable breaft 
 
 Is heav'd by affliction no more ! 
 This heart is no longer the feat 
 
 Of trouble and torturing pain ; 
 It ceajfes to flutter and beat. 
 
 It never fhall flutter again. 
 
( 53 ) 
 
 5 The lids he fo feldom could clofe, 
 
 By forrow forbidden to fleep, 
 Seal'd up in a lengthy repofe, 
 
 Have ilrangely forgotten to weep : 
 The fountains can yield no fupplies ; 
 
 Thefe hollows from water are free : 
 The tears are all wip'd from thefe eyes, 
 
 And evil they never ihall fee. 
 
 6 To mourn and to fuffer is mine, 
 
 While bound in a prifon I breathe j 
 And ftill for deliverance pine, 
 
 And prefs to the iffues of death , 
 What now with my tears I bedew, 
 
 O might I this moment become I 
 My fpirit created anew, 
 
 My flefli be confign'd to the tomb ! 
 
 HTNN XXXVIIL The Holinefs of God, 
 
 i JEHOVAH is a holy God, 
 His glorioas Son he gave, 
 To make atonement by his blood, 
 A guilty world to fave. 
 2 His Spirit draws the chofen race, 
 A holy Clirift to view ; 
 And while they fee his holy face. 
 Their fouls grow holy too, 
 % In Holinefs the faints delight, 
 
 While here on earth they dwell ; 
 O how they wxeftle day and night, 
 More Holinefs to feel. 
 4 Lord, may we all on thee rely, 
 And love thy holy word ; 
 E 2 
 
( 54 ) 
 
 O may we cv'ry evil fly, 
 
 And thy commands regard. 
 More may we feel the cleanfing grace, 
 
 That flows thro* Jefus' blood ; 
 More may we love the holy race, 
 
 The happy ions of God. 
 May we, the objects of thy love, 
 
 Soon rife to thy abode ; 
 Sing with the holy choir above, 
 
 The Holinefs of God. 
 
 HYMN XXXIX. On the Myjlery of Salvation. 
 
 i KJ WHAT a glorious myftery, wonder, won- 
 der, wonder, 
 That I mould ever laved be ; wonder, &c. 
 No heart can think, no tongue can tell, &c. 
 The love of God unchangeable, &c. 
 
 2 Great myftery ' ..ho can tell why 
 That Chrift for iinners e'er fhould die : 
 That he mould leave thole realms of blifs, 
 And groan for finners on the crofs. 
 
 3 Great myftery that he mould place 
 His love on t3 qie of Adam's race ; 
 That my poor /oul ihould fhare a part, 
 And find a manfion in his heart. 
 
 4 Great myftery I do behold, 
 That God ihould ever fave a foul ; 
 And inatch me from the jaws of hell, 
 The greatnefs of his love to tell. 
 
 5 Why was I not ftill left behind, 
 With thoufarid others of mankind 5 
 
( 55 ) 
 
 Who run the dang'rous finful race, 
 And die and never tafte his grace. 
 Twas the fome love that fpread the feaft, 
 That fweetly brought us in to taite, 
 Of heav'nly manna from above, 
 Redeeming grace and dying love. 
 Not all the heavenly hoft can fcan, 
 The glories of this noble plan ; 
 'Tis wifdom from the Father's (kill, 
 And fo remains a myftery itill. 
 
 / HTMN XL. The Rock. 
 
 i VV E'VE found the Rock, the travellers cry'd, 
 
 Ralla Hallelujah. 
 The ftone that all the prophets try'd ; 
 
 Halla Hallelujah. 
 Come, children, drink the balmy dew, 
 
 Halla Hallelujah. 
 Twas Chrift that fhed his blood for you ; 
 
 Sing Glory Hallelujah* 
 
 2 Thiscoflly mixture cures the foul, 
 Which fin and guilt had made fo foul ; 
 O that you would believe in God, 
 
 And wain in Chriil's mod precious blood, 
 
 3 O hearken, children t Chrift is come, 
 The bride is ready, let us run ; 
 
 I'm glad I ever law the day, 
 
 That we might meet to praife and pray. 
 
 4 There's glory, glory in my foul, 
 Come, mourner, feel the current roll ; 
 Welcome, dear friends, 'tis known to night. 
 It fhines -around with dazzling light. 
 
( 56 ) 
 
 5 And in this light we'll foar away, 
 Where there's no light but open dayj 
 O children, children, bear the crofs, 
 And count the world below as drofs. 
 
 6 We'll bear the crofs and wear the crown, 
 And by our Father's fide fit down ; 
 
 His grace will feed our hungry fouls, 
 While love divine eternal rolls. 
 
 7 His fiery chariots make their way, 
 To welcome us to endlefs day ; 
 There glitt'ring millions we ihall join, 
 To praife the Prince of David's line. 
 
 BTMN XLI. 
 
 A Dialogue between Saints and Angels* 
 
 ANGELS. 
 
 JL E happy fouls, arife, 
 
 And blefs the Saviour's name ; 
 
 Defcending from the Ikies, 
 
 To your relief he came. 
 Jn cheerful notes with rapture join 
 To celebrate his love divine. 
 
 SAINTS. 
 Yes, in his praifcs we will join, 
 To celebrate his love divine. 
 
 O ye bled Pow'rs on high, 
 
 Who dwell fo near the throne ! 
 
 Ye faw the Saviour fly 
 
 To bring falvation down. 
 Will ye not with us fweetly join, 
 To celebrate his love divine I 
 
 ANGELS. 
 Yes, we will with you gladly join, 
 To celebrate liis love divine. 
 
( 57 ) 
 
 Front everlafting days 
 
 His love began to flow, 
 
 To blefs your fallen race, 
 
 And refcue man from wo. 
 Ere earth was made we faw it mine, 
 And wonder'd at his love divine. 
 
 SAINTS. 
 But now it mines with brighter rays, 
 And thoufands feel its healing grace. 
 
 Ye heralds of the King, 
 
 In what celeftial way, 
 
 Did you on radiant wing 
 
 Announce redemption's day ! 
 Glory to God, was then your ftrain, 
 With peace on earth, good will to men. 
 
 ANGELS. 
 And ft ill, through endlefs years we join 
 To celebrate his love divine. 
 
 Ye new-born Ions of grace, 
 
 In fweet refponfive fong, 
 
 Re-echo back your lays, 
 
 To Jeius they belong. 
 Tc Him who wafii'd you in his blood, 
 And made you kings and priefts to God. 
 
 SAINTS. 
 Yes, he hath wafii'd us in his blood, 
 And made us kings and priefts to God. 
 
 Praiie, everlafting praiie, 
 
 To his adored name ! 
 
 The riches of his grace 
 
 Forever we'll proclaim ! 
 Nor mall our grateful fongs alone 
 Addrefs the great eternal throne ; 
 For all above, below, mall join 
 To celebrate his love divine 1 
 
{ 5S ) 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Let earth, and feas, and fkies, 
 Let mountains, rocks and plains, 
 Refound his lofty praife, 
 For over all he reigns I 
 And all in vaft creation join 
 To celebrate his love divine. 
 
 HYMN XLII, The Heavenly Mariner. 
 
 T HROUGH tribulation's deep 
 
 The way to glory is, 
 
 This ftormy courfe I keep 
 
 On thefe tempeftuous feas. 
 J3 y waves and winds I'm toll and driven, 
 Freighted with grace, and bound to heaven* 
 
 Sometimes temptations blow 
 
 A dreadful hurricane, 
 
 And high the waters flow, 
 
 And o'er the fides break in ; 
 But ftill my little fhip outbraves 
 The blufl'ring winds and furging waves* 
 
 When I in my diilrefs, 
 
 My anchor, hope, can cafl 
 
 Within the promifcs, 
 
 It holds my veiTel fad ; 
 Safely ihe then at anchor rides, 
 'Midft ftormy blafts and fuelling tides. 
 
 If a dead calm enfues, 
 
 And heav'n no breezes give, 
 
 The oar of prayer I ufe, 
 
 I tug and toil and ftrive ; 
 Through ftorms and calms for many a day, 
 I make but very little way, 
 
( 59 ) 
 
 r But when a heav'nly breeze 
 
 Springs up and fills my fail, 
 
 My veflel goes with eafe 
 
 Before the pleafant gale, 
 
 And runs as much an hour, or more, 
 
 As in a month or two before. 
 
 6 Hid by the clouds from fight, 
 
 The fun doth not appear, 
 
 Nor can I in the night 
 
 Behold the moon or liar, 
 Sometimes for days and weeks together, 
 It is fuch dark and hazy weather. 
 
 *j As at the time of noon 
 
 My quadrant, Faith, I take, 
 To view my CHRIST, my fun, 
 If he the clouds mould break, 
 I'm happy when his face I fee, 
 I know then whereabouts I be, 
 
 8 The Bible is my chart ; 
 By it the fcas I know ; 
 I cannot with it part, 
 
 It rocks and fands doth mow ; 
 It is a chart and compafs too, 
 Whofe needle points forever true, 
 
 9 I keep aloof from pride, 
 Thofe rocks I pafs with care ; 
 I ftudioufly avoid 
 
 The whirlpool of defpair ; 
 Prefumption's quickfands too I ihun # 
 Near them I do not choofe to run. 
 
 10 When through a ftrait I go, 
 Or near fome coaft am drove, 
 The plummet forth I throw, 
 My iafety for to prove ; 
 
( 6° ) 
 
 My conscience is the line which I 
 Fathom the depth of water by. 
 
 1 1 My veffel would be loft 
 In fpite of all my care, 
 But that the Holy Ghoft 
 Himfelf vouchfafes to fleer : 
 
 And I through all my voyages will 
 Depend upon my fleerfman's fkill. 
 
 12 Ere I can reach heav'n's coail, 
 I mufl a gulf pafs through, 
 Which fatal proves to many ; 
 For all this paflage go : 
 
 But all death's waves can't me o'er whelm. 
 For God himfelf is at my helm. 
 
 13 When through this gulf I get, 
 Though rough, it is but ftiort, 
 The pilot angels meet, 
 
 And bring me into port : 
 And when I land on that bled fhore, 
 I fhall be fafe forevermore ! 
 
 HYMN XLIII. 
 
 The manner of the Watchmen calling the Hours at 
 Hernnhuthy in Germany. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 Jl AST eight o'clock, O Hernnhuth, do ye 
 
 ponder ; 
 Eight fouls in Noah's ark were living yonder. 
 
 IX. 
 'Tis nine o'clock ! ye brethren, hear it finking ; . : 
 JLeep hearts and houfes clean, to Jefus' liking. 
 
( 6i ) 
 
 X. 
 
 Now, brethren, hear the clock is ten, and parting-, 
 None reft but ilich as wait for Chrift's embracing* 
 
 XI. 
 Eleven is pad ! flail at this hour eleven, 
 The Lord is calling us from earth to heaven. 
 
 XII. 
 
 Ye brethren, hear the midnight clock is humming, 
 At midnight our great Bridegroom will be com- 
 ing. 
 
 I. 
 
 Paft one o'clock ! the day breaks out of darknefs, 
 Great morning ftar appear, and break ©ur 
 hardnefs. 
 
 II. « 
 
 Tis two ! on Jefus wait our filent feafon, 
 Ye two fo near related, will and reaibn. 
 
 III. 
 
 The clock is three ! the blelTed Three doth merit 
 The bed of praife for body, foul and fpirit. 
 
 IV. 
 'Tis four o'clock ! when three make fupplication, 
 The Lord will be the fourth on this occafion. 
 
 V. 
 Five is the clock ! five virgins were difcarded, 
 When rive with wedding garments were rewarded. 
 VI. 
 : The clock is fix ! and I go off my ftation, 
 ; Now, brethren, watch yourfelves for your ialva* 
 tion. 
 
( 62 J 
 
 HYMN XLIV. 
 A brief defcription of the Children of God. In a 
 
 Dialo 
 
 sue. 
 
 1 Vv HAT poor defpifed company 
 
 Of travellers are thefe, 
 That walk in yonder narrow way, 
 Along the rugged maze I 
 
 2 Ah> thefe are of a royal line, 
 
 All children of a King ; 
 Heirs of immortal crowns divine, 
 And lo! for joy they fmg. 
 
 3 Why do they then appear fo mean ? 
 
 And why fo much defpis'd ? 
 Becaufe of their rich robes unfeen, 
 The world is not appris'd. 
 
 4 But fome of them feem poor, diftrefs'd, 
 
 And lacking daily bread ; 
 Ah ! they're of boundlefs wealth pofTefs'd, 
 With hidden manna fed. 
 
 5 But why keep they that narrow road, 
 
 That rugged, thorny maze ? 
 Why that's the way their Leader trod. 
 They love and keep his ways. 
 
 6 Why muft they fhun the pleafant path, 
 
 That worldlings love fo well ? 
 Becaufe that is the road to death, 
 The open road to hell. 
 
 7 What, is there then no other road 
 
 To Salem's happy ground ? 
 Chrift is the only way to God, 
 None other can be found. 
 
( H ) 
 
 HYMN XLV. 
 
 Eft. iv. 1 6. So will I go in unto the King, which is not 
 according to law : and if I perifh, I perifh. 
 
 1 SlNNERS, expos'd toendlefs wo, 
 Arife, and to king Jefus go ; 
 Your guilt confefs, his favour fork, 
 And wait to hear wftat God will fpeak. 
 
 2 Fear not the law ; 'tis grace that reigns* 
 Jefus the iinner's caufe maintains ; 
 
 He ranfom'd rebels with his blood, 
 And now he intercedes with God. 
 
 3 To him approach with fervent pray'r, 
 And if you perifh, perifh there ; 
 Refolv'd at Jefus' feet to lie, 
 Sueing for mercy till you die. 
 
 4 Like Either venture near his throne, 
 And make your fupplications known, 
 Tell him the caufe of all your grief, 
 And he will grant you quick relief. 
 
 5 Thrice happy fouls who thus addrefs 
 The God of love and boundlefs grace, 
 Jefus will fuch completely fave, 
 
 And life eternal they fhall have. 
 
 HYMN XLVI. The Go/pel Plough. 
 
 Luke ix. 6a. No man having put his hand to the plough, 
 and looking back, is fit for the kingdom of God. 
 
 l V>OME, celebrate, with cheerful voice. 
 The blefl Redeemer's worthy praife, 
 Whilft we are labouring here below, 
 For fending us the Go/pel Plough ; 
 
( 64 ) 
 
 a Which breaks the fallows of the heart, 
 And plucks the iiones from every part ; 
 The feeds of truth begin to grow, 
 Effe&ed by the Go/pel Plough. 
 
 3 Some ploughers neither know nor feel, 
 Their hearts remain as hard as fteel ; 
 WhiHl others foft are made, we know, 
 By following of the G of pel Plough. 
 
 4 The hearts on whom true grace has fhone, 
 Return not back, but follow on, 
 
 And perfevere their journey through, 
 By following of the Go/pel Plough. 
 
 5 Yet fome, alas ! there's caufe to fear, 
 Have follow' d on for many a year, 
 But flack at laft begin to grow, 
 
 And turn their backs on Go/pel Plough, 
 
 6 Lot's wife, an inftance of the fame, 
 She looked back on Zoar's plain ; 
 A monument remains till now, 
 
 For thofe who turn from Go/pel Plough, 
 
 7 Judas, and others we might name, 
 St. Paul exprefsly fpeaks the fame ; 
 At prefent too, we mull allow, 
 
 Vaft numbers turn from Go/pel Plough^ 
 
 8 Into far greater depths of fin, 
 Than ever yet they had fall'n in, 
 Much like the filthy wallowing fow, 
 When they return from Gofpel Plough. 
 
 9 But when at lali they fhall appear 
 Before God's awful judgment bar, 
 To anfwer for their conducl now, 
 In turning from the Go/pel Plough. 
 
 10 Who then, to fuch, can yield relief! 
 
 Their fouls o'erwhelm'd with confcious grief, 
 
( 65 ) 
 
 When doom'd unto eternal wo, 
 For turning from the Go/pel Plough* 
 
 1 1 But*there a certain number are, 
 Favour'd with God's peculiar care, 
 And grace will keep their feet, we know, 
 From turning from the Go/pel Plough. 
 
 1 2 O thou ! who art enthron'd above, 
 Come, tie my heart, with cords of love, 
 (Whilft I am travelling here below,) 
 Fall to the glorious Go/pel Plough. 
 
 1 3 O may thy grace me fanctify, 
 And give me, Lord, a fmgle eye, 
 In all I act, or think, or do, 
 
 To ornament the Go/pel Plough. 
 
 14 And when 'in glory thou doft come, 
 Thy dear redeemed to take home, 
 
 When thou haft brought them iafely through, 
 By following of the Go/pel Plough ; 
 
 15 Eternal glories to thy name, 
 
 Will be their never-ceafmg theme ; 
 While glories crown the Saviour's brow, 
 They'll praife thee for the Go/pel Plough. 
 
 1 6 May I, among that throng be found, 
 Who conftantly thy throne furround, 
 Beneath thy feet who proftrate bow, 
 With gratitude for Go/pel Plough. 
 
 HYMN XLVII. Christ baptized in Jordan, 
 
 1 IN Jordan's tide the Baptift ftands, 
 Immerfmg the repenting Jews ; 
 The Son of God the rite demands, 
 Nor dares the holy man refufe : 
 Jefus defcends beneath the wave, 
 The emblem of his future grave. 
 F 2 
 
( 66 ) 
 
 Wonder, ye heavens ! your Maker lies 
 
 In deeps conceal'd from human view: 
 Ye faints, behold him fmk and rife, ' 
 
 A lit example this for you : 
 The facred record, while you read, 
 Calls you to imitate the deed. 
 But lo ! from yonder opening fkies, 
 
 What beams of dazzling glory fpread I 
 Dove-like the Eternal Spirit flies, 
 
 And lights on the Redeemer's head ! 
 Amaz'd they fee the power divine, 
 Around the Saviour's temples mine. 
 But hark, my foul, hark and adore ! 
 
 What founds are thofe that roll along, 
 Not like loud Sinai's awful roar, 
 
 But foft and fweet as Gabriel's fong ! 
 " This is my well-beloved Son, 
 " I fee well pleas' d what he hath done." 
 Thus the eternal Father fpoke, 
 
 Who makes creation with a nod ; 
 Through parting ikies the accents broke, 
 
 And bid us hear the Son of God : 
 O hear the awful word to-day, 
 Hear, all ye nations, and obey ! 
 
 BrMNXLXVUl. Invitation to follow the Laml. 
 
 % JLlUMBLE fouls, who feek falvation, 
 
 Through the Lamb's redeeming blood, 
 Hear the voice of revelation, 
 
 Tread the path that Jems trod. 
 Flee to him, your only Saviour, 
 
 In his mighty name confide ; 
 In the whole of your behaviour 
 
 Own him as your fovereign guide : 
 
( 67 ) 
 
 2 Hear the blefs'd Redeemer call you, 
 
 Liften to his gracious voice j 
 Dread no ills that can befal you, 
 
 While you make his ways your choice. 
 Jefus lays, " Let each believer 
 
 Be baptized in my name :" 
 He himfelf in Jordan's river, 
 Was immers'd beneath the ilream. 
 
 3 Plainly here his footfteps tracing, 
 
 Follow him without delay ; 
 Gladly his command embracing, 
 
 Lo ! your Captain leads the way. 
 View the rite with underftanding ; 
 
 Jefus' grave before you lies ; 
 Be interr d at his commanding, 
 
 Alter his example rife. 
 
 HYMN XLIX. A B apt if ma! Hymn, to he fung 
 at the mater. To the tune of Leander. 
 
 1 OUNG converts on the banks 
 
 Of thefe baptifmal waters Hand, 
 And praifmg God, give thanks, 
 
 Straightway fulfil his fweet command. 
 They do liep down and receive the crown, 
 
 Baptiz'd beneath the flood, 
 And as they rife, lift up their eyes, 
 
 Sing glory to the Three-One God. 
 Go on and now rejoice, 
 
 But furely you muft watch and pray, 
 Join in one heart and voice, 
 
 And all your vows and homage pay. 
 Let as join and pray that the Spirit may 
 
 Defcend, and light around, 
 On high and low, the blind alfo, 
 
 The wifdom of the world confound. 
 
( <58 ) 
 
 Sing glory to our King, 
 
 Who has for us led in the way, 
 We follow on and fmg 
 
 Joining in one harmonious lay, 
 To give him praife to endlefs days, 
 
 Saying, worthy is the Lamb, 
 Praife to receive, by him we live, 
 
 All glory — glory to his name. 
 
 HYMN L. Bapnfm. 
 
 U YE blood-wafVd, ranfom'd finners, 
 
 Highly favour'd of the Lord, 
 Now ye prove your love to Jefus, 
 
 By regarding thus his word. 
 See his wat'ry tomb before you : 
 
 Hear him echo — " Follow me ;" 
 For beneath the ftreams of Jordan, 
 
 Chrift your great Redeemer lay. 
 Yes — beneath thofe honour'd waters. 
 
 Great Immanuel was baptiz'd ; 
 Out of which he then afcended, 
 
 And the Father was well pleas'd. 
 Love conftrains you all to follow 
 
 Jems to his liquid grave ; 
 Now look up, expect his prefence, 
 
 Which he promis'd you to have. 
 Jefus, come ; thine approbation 
 
 May we gladly fee, and feel ; 
 Caufe, O caufe the heavens to open, 
 
 And thy wondrous love reveal. 
 
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 HYMN LI. Baptifm. 
 
 HEN we baptize, we fe^the mode, 
 In honour'd Jordan's fweiling flood ; 
 
( 69 ) 
 
 We're deaf to error's impious voice; 
 The way Chriit chofe becomes our choice. 
 
 2 Down in the ilream they both defcend, 
 And John immers'd the Tinner's friend; 
 Out of the water ftraighlway came 
 The Church's Head, th' obedient Lamb. 
 
 3 Then lo, the heavens open'd are, 
 A Do\c celeilial doth appear ; 
 
 And now the Father's voice is heard, 
 (Speaking- of Chrift, th' incarnate Word.) 
 
 4 " This, this is my beloved Son, 
 
 " Of whom i ipeak, whom now I own ; 
 " £n him well pleas'd, I am always, 
 u Becauie in all things he obeys." 
 
 5 Now, ye believing fouls, regard 
 Th' example of your glorious Lord; 
 Walk in his honouv'd paths, and, prove 
 How greatly his commands you love. 
 
 6 And now, O God, in love come down. 
 And this thy inititution own ; 
 
 Shew to thy faints rich fcenes of grace, 
 While Chriil the Lord they now confefs. 
 
 HYMN LII. On Baptifmi by Anna Beman, $f 
 IVarren, in Conneclicut, on being baptized. 
 
 1 W HAT think you, my friends, of the 
 
 preaching of John \ 
 Was it from heaven, or wa-s it of men ? 
 We hear him declaring glad tidings of peace, 
 Proclaiming a Jub'lee, a year of releafe. 
 
 2 The lawand the prophets coiitinu'd till John, 
 Our Saviour hath told us when gofpel begun ; 
 And lince that God's kingdom is preach'd, 
 
 faith the word, 
 And all men prefs in who have faith in the Lord, 
 
( 7° ) 
 
 .nl of the gofpel, the dawn of the day, 
 jice of one crying, Prepare ye the way ; 
 \g forth your repentance, ye viperous breed, 
 iVnd think not to fay ye are Abraham's feed. 
 
 4 A new difpenfation to them he declares, 
 And preaches repentance to Abraham's heirs ; 
 The children of Abraham's natural feed, 
 Found they had no right his baptifm to plead. 
 
 5 But when he perceiv'd repentance was their's, j 
 Then he gave baptifm to Abraham's heirs ; 
 Thofe who had been fealed to covenant things, 
 We find him baptizing, confeffing their fins. 
 
 6 He tells them their Saviour is already here, 
 And while he's baptizing our Lord doth appear 
 For to be baptiz'd ; John fhrinks at the thing, 
 And owns he has need to receive it from him. 
 
 7 But when he informed it was his requeft, 
 He freely baptiz'd him as he did the reft ; 
 And this inftitution was own'd from above, 
 The Spirit of God was fent down like a dove. 
 
 8 And his fweet example is left on record, 
 Whoever fteps in, they will find a reward ; 
 They'll find peace of confcience & joy in the fame, 
 When they are baptized in Jems' own name. 
 
 9 The Eunuch we find was in hafte to receive 
 His water baptifm, when he did believe ; 
 He went on his way rejoicing in God, 
 While thofe that rebel mud be tailing his rod. 
 io The friends of Cornelius who heard Peter's word, 
 Believ'd and received the feal of the Lord, 
 The Holy Ghoft fell, then their joys did arife, 
 And Peter commands that they mould be baptiz'd. 
 *I i St. Paul's great converfion he found in the way, 
 The light which fhone round him exceeded the day ; 
 
( 7i ) 
 
 Then he was three days, neither drank nor 
 Yet he was baptized before he took meat] 
 
 12 We read where thouiands believM in a d; ; 
 That they were baptized without a delay ; 
 The houfe of the jailer believ'd in the night, 
 And they were baptized before it was light. 
 
 13 Forbear then to cenfure my being in hafte, 
 Or ihew me an initance where it was the cafe, 
 That primitive Chriftians deferred the thing, 
 
 I anfwer my confcience to Jefus my King. 
 
 14 I'll tell you how gofpel appears unto me, 
 And pray to kind Heaven that you all may fee; 
 But the wife & the prudent 'tis hid from their eyes, 
 While the babes of the kingdom rejoice in the 
 
 prize. 
 
 15 Some call it baptifm and think it will ftand, 
 A few drops of water dropt from a man's hand, 
 In th' face of the infant, who's under the curfe, 
 But we find no fcripture which prove it to us. 
 
 16 For there's no being bury'd with Chrift. in this 
 
 cafe, 
 For Jordan or Enon was John's chofen place : 
 Our Lord in a fountain, John did him baptize, 
 And ChriiVs fweet example we honor and prize. 
 
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 TABLE OF FIRST LINES. 
 
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 ALL hail the pow'r of Jefus name - - 17 
 
 And let this feeble body fail - - 46 
 
 Ah! lovely appearance of death - - - 5* 
 
 Blefs'd be my God that I was born - - a« 
 Come, all ye poor tinners - 
 
 Come and tafte along with me - - - ao 
 
 Come, all who are New-lights indeed - - J4- 
 
 Ccr^c, ir>y Ibul, and let us try - - • . a6 
 
72 TABLE OF FIRST LINES. 
 
 Come, celebrate, with cheerful voice 
 
 Hov firm a foundation, ye faints of the Lord 
 
 Hark i hear the found on earch is found 
 
 tumble fouls who fieek falvation 
 
 a m glad I ever faw the day _ 
 
 Is there any body here like leprous Naaman 
 
 Innumerable foes - 
 
 In heav'nly choirs a queltion rofe 
 
 In Jordan's tide the Baptift ftands 
 
 Jefus, while he dwelt below - - - - 
 
 Jefus, thou omnifcient Saviour - 
 
 Jehovah is a holy God - 
 
 .Let us aik th' important queftion - 
 
 Laugh, ye profane, and fwell and burft 
 
 I*Jow to the pilgrims born of God - 
 
 O Lord, I pray that thou wilt fhow 
 
 Qn a fweet fummer's ev'ning, as I walked tbe ftreet 
 
 Oh ! for a glance of heav'nly day - 
 
 O am I born to die - 
 
 Oh! how happy are they 
 
 Oh what a glorious my fiery, wonder, wonder, wonder 
 
 O ye blood- wafhjd, ranfom'd fmners - - 68 
 
 Pilgrims, with pleafure let us part - - 39 
 
 Pa ft eight o'clock, O Herrnhuth, do ye ponder - 60 
 
 tinners expos'd to endlefs wo 63 
 
 The Lord into his garden comes 
 
 The great tremendous day's approaching - - xz 
 
 The great God of love has fhewn us the way - 16 
 
 Tho' troubles affaii, and dangers affright 18 
 
 Thus faith the Lord, your Mafter dear . - 19 
 
 Thofe perfons are happy who die - - 37 
 
 The Prince of Peace is- come - 40 
 
 Thou God of glorious majefty - - "47 
 
 Through tribulation's deep - - - 58 
 
 Vain dehrfiv-?: world adieu - - - 44 
 
 When a guilty Tinner's flying - - - 39 
 
 Where fhail we finners hide our heads - - 44 
 
 With love of pity I look round - 49 
 
 We've found the Rock, the travellers cry'd - 55 
 
 TV hen we baptize, we fee the mode - - 68 
 
 What think you, my friends, of the preaching of John 69 
 
 What poor defpifed company - 6% 
 
 Ye happy fouls arife - - - 5 6 
 
 Young converts on the banks - - " 6? 
 

 
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