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 JT  is  acknowledged  by  the  bejl  judges  of  the  facfed  text* 
 that  the  Book  of  PJalms,  in  its  original  drefs.  is  a  <.oUec- 
 kon  of  the  mojl  elevated  andfublime  compofitions  that  are  to  be 
 found  in  any  language;  and  it  has  been  often  lamented,  that 
 Jo  much  of  the  piety,  dignity,  and  poetic  excellence  of  the  ori- 
 ginal, has  been  loft  in  all  the  attempts  that  have  been  yet  made, 
 to  give  us  a  literal  trarflation  of  it  in  Englifii  ver'e.  Many 
 Christians  have  alfo  wifhed  to  fee  the  fubfiance  of  this  excellent 
 collection,  cloathed  in  laiguage  more  adapted  to  the  brighter 
 dijeoveries  ofthegofpel,  and  the  fate  of  the  QJmfiian  wofkip; 
 that  they  may  befung  with  underfanding  and  devoti«n  and 
 thereby  contribute  to  the  elevation  and  improvement  of  the 
 Ch  ijtian  temper.  This  lias  been  happily  executed  by  the  learn- 
 ed and  pious  Dr.  Watts,  and,  the  Pfalms  which  he  omitted, 
 have  beenfupplied  by  Mr.  Barlow,  nearly  in  the  fame  fpirit 
 And  file,  and  all  local  references,  which  were  found  in  Dr. 
 Watts' s  Imitation,  have  been  carefully  altered,  jo  as  to  render 
 the  compofition. better  adapted  to  the  cvrwmjlances  of  Chrijiians 
 in  every  country. 
 
I     N     D      E     X* 
 
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 TABLE  to  find  a  Pfalm  fuited  to  particular 
 Subjects  or  Occasions. 
 
 If  you  find  not  the  word  you  feek  in  this  Table,  feefc  - 
 another  of  the  fame  fignification  ;  or,  feek  it  under 
 fome  of  the  more  general  words,  fuchas  GcdiChriJ}i 
 Churchy  Saints,  Pf elm,  Prayer  t  Praife,  Affli&ion,  Grass* 
 Deliverance,  Death ,  &c. 
 
 A. 
 
 ADAM  the  firft  and  fecond,  their  dominion  8,  af<* 
 flicjed,  pity  to  them  41,  35.  fupported  5$,  1^7, 
 146,  their  prayer,  ios,  143.  faints  happy  73,  119, 
 14th  part,  94. 
 Afflictions,  hope  in  them  42,  13,  77,  fupported  and 
 profit  119,  14th  part.  inftru£tion  by  them  94, 119, 
 18th  part,  fanftified  94,  119, 18th  part,  courage  in 
 then  119,  17th  part,  removed  by  prayer  34,  107* 
 fubmifllon  to  them  123,131,  39.  In  mind  an$ 
 body  143.  trying  our  graces  66,  1 19,  1 7th  part, 
 without  reje&ion  89.  of  faints  andfinners  different 
 94. gentle  i03,moderated  125.  very  great  102, 143* 
 /7- 
 
 Aged  faint's  reflection  and  hope  71. 
 
 AU-feeing  God  139.  , 
 
 Angels,  guardian  34,  91,  ail  fubject  to  Chrift  89,  97* 
 praife  the  Lord  103,  prefent  inchurch'es  138. 
 
 Appeal  to  God  againft  perfecutors  7.  concwoi.ng  our 
 fincerity  139,  humility  13 I. 
 
 Afcenfion  of  Chrift  24,  68,  4.7,  lie* 
 
 Afllftance  from  God  J  44,  138. 
 
 Atheifm  practical  14,  36,  12.  panifbe^d  iQ, 
 
 Attributes  of  God  36,  in.  145, 147. 
 
 Authority  from  God  7J,  8 1, 
 
VI      .  I    N    D    B    X    . 
 
 Backfliding  fltal  in  dlftrefs  and  defertlon  25.  reflored 
 51.  pardoned  '8,13c. 
 
 Eleflingsof  God  on  the  bufinefs&  comforts  of  life  127. 
 
 Bleffings  of  a  family  128,  133.  of  a  nation  144,  147. 
 of  the  country  65.  147.  of  a  perfon  .,32,  uz. 
 
 Blood  of  Chrift  cleanfing  from  fin  51,  69. 
 
 Book  of  nature  and  fcripture  19,   119,  4th  part. 
 
 Brotherly  love  133.   reproof  141. 
 
 Bufmefs  of  life  blefs'd  1 27. 
 
 Care  of  God  over  his  faints  t>4- 
 
 Charity  to  the  poor  37,  41,  1 12.  and  juftice  15,  112. 
 mixed  with  imprecations  35.  [ltrutled  34,  78. 
 
 Children  prafing  God  8.   made  bleflings  127,  128. irr- 
 
 Chrilt  the  fecond  Adam  8.  his  all-fufficiency  16.  his 
 afcenfipn  24,  68,  1 10.  the  church's  foundation  118. 
 his  coming,  the  figns  of  it  12.  his  condefcenfion  and 
 glorification  S.  covenant  made  with  him  89.  firft  and 
 fecond  coming  96,  97,  98,  the  true  David  89,  35, 
 his  death  and  refurre£Hon  22,  16,  69.  the  eternal 
 Creator  io2.  exalted  to  the  kingdom  a,  21,  8,  72* 
 1 10.  our  example  109.  faith'in  his  blood  j  1.  God  and 
 man  9,  his  Godhead  102.  our  hope  4,  51.  his  in- 
 carnation and  facrifice  40.  the  king,  and  the  church 
 his  fpoufe  45.  his  kingdom  among  the  Gentiles  72. 
 87,  132.  his  love  to  enemies  10,  9,  35-  hismajefty  97, 
 $9.  his  mediatorial  kingdom  89,  !  10.  his  obedience 
 and  death  69.  his  perfonal  glories  and  government  45. 
 praifed  by  children  8.  prielt  and  king  j  io.  his  refur- 
 rection  qn  the  Lord's  day  1 18.  our  ftrength  and  righ- 
 teoufnefs  71.  his  luffl-iings  and  kingdom  2,  22, 69.  his 
 furFeringsfor  ourfaivation  69.  hiszeal&reproaches,ib. 
 
 ChrifHan's  qualification  15,  24,  church  made  of  Jews 
 
 and  Gentiles  87. 
 Church,  its  beauty  44,  48,  122.  the  birth  place  of 
 faints  87.  built  on  jefus  Chrift- 118.  delight  and  fafe- 
 ty  in  it  ^j.  deftruction  of  enemies  proceeds  from 
 thence  76.  gathered  and  fettled  132.  of  the  Gentiles 
 45,  4- .  God  fights  for  her  46,  ic,  20.  God's-  pre- 
 fc nee  there  132,  84.  God's  fpecial  delight  87,  -J2. 
 God's  garden  92.  going  to  it  12,2.  the  houfc  and 
 care  of  God  135.  of  the  Jews  and  Gentiles  S7.  its 
 iacreale  67.  prayer  in  ditlrefs.  70.  reftored  by  pray- 
 
I    N    O    E    X.  VI2 
 
 cr  85,  iG2,  107.  is  the  fafety  arid  honor'of  a  nation  48* 
 the  fpoufe  of  Chrift  45-  &3  worihip  and  ord^r  48, 
 
 Colonies  planted  107.    ■ 
 
 Comfort,  hciinefs  and  pardon  4,  3a,  1J9,  1  ith  and 
 I2th  parts,  and  fupport  in  God  94,  16.  from  anci- 
 ent providence  77,  143,  of  life  bleil  -27.  and  par- 
 doned 130. 
 
 Company  of  faints  16,  109. 
 
 Complaint  of  abfence  from  public  worfliip    42.   of 
 
 ficknefs6  defertion  13.  pride,  atheifm,  oppreffion, 
 tf>V  10,  12.  of  temptation  13,  general  102.  of  quar- 
 
 relfome  neighbours  120.  of  heavy  afflictions  in  mind 
 and  body  143. 
 
 Compallion  of  God  1 03,  145,  147. 
 
 Communion  with  faints  106.,  153. 
 
 Confeffion  of  our  poverty  16.  of  fin,  repentance  and 
 pardon  31,  51,  38,  130,  143.  [38,  32, 5  ir  130. 
 
 Conscience,  tender  119,  13  th  part,    its  guilt  relieved 
 
 Contention  complained  of  120 
 
 Converfe  with  God,  119-.  2d  part.  63. 
 
 Converfion  and  joy  126.  at  the  afcenfion  of  Chrifts' 
 1 10.  of  Jews  and  Gentiles  87,  1^6, 96. 
 
 Corruption  of  manners  general  11,  1 2. 
 
 Counfel  and  fupport  from  God  16,  119. 
 
 Courage  in  death  i£.  1  7>  71-  in  perfecution  1 19,  17th. 
 part.  [89,  106. 
 
 Covenant  made  with  Chrift  89.  of  grace  unchangeable 
 
 Creation  and  providence  135,  136,  33,  104,  .147,    4§» 
 
 Creatures,  no  trail  in.  them  62,  35,  146.^  vain,  ajid 
 God  ali-fufficient  35.  praifing  God  148. 
 
 Daily  devotion  55.  139. 
 
 Day  of  humiliation  for  difappointments  in  war  60. 
 
 Death  and  reiurre&ion  of  Chriit  16,  69.  of  faints  and 
 Turners  17,  37,  49.  and  fufferings  of  Chrift  22,  69. 
 deliveranee  from  it  31.  and  prid-  49.  and  the  re- 
 surrection 49,  71,  89,  courage  in  it  16,  j 7,  23.  the 
 effect  of  fin  90. 
 
 Defence  in  God  3,  121.  and  falvationin  God  18,  61. 
 
 Delaying  finners  warned  95. 
 
 Delight  and  fafety  in  the  church  48,  27,  84,  in  the 
 law  of  God  119,  5th,  8th,  and  18th  parts,  in  God 
 63,  4»,   73,84,  18. 
 
 Deliverance  begun  and  perfected  85.  from,  defpak  18 
 
\\\\  1     N    »    E    X. 
 
 from  deep  diftrefs  34,4c.  from  death  31,  1 18,  from 
 ©pprefTion  and  falfehood  56.  from  perfecuticui   53, 
 
 94.  by  prayer  34,  40,  15,  126.  from  Jhipwreck  10;. 
 
 from  flander  31.  furprifing  126. 
 Defertion  and  diftrefs  of  foul  25,  13,  38,  143. 
 De fire  of  knowledge  119,  9th  part,  of  holiacfs  iif# 
 
 nth  part,  of  comfort  and  deliverauce  119,12th  part. 
 
 of  quickening  grace  119,  16th  part. 
 Defolations,  the  church's  iafety  in  them  46. 
 Defpair  and  hope  in  death  1 7,  49,  deliverance  from 
 
 it,  18,  130. 
 Devotion  daily  55,  134,   141,  on  a  fick  bed  39,  6. 
 Direction  and  pardon  25,    and  defence  prayed  for  5, 
 
 and  hope  41. 
 Diftrefs  of  foul  25.  relieved  51,  130. 
 Dominion  of  man  over  cieatures8. 
 Doubts  and  fears  fupprefTed3,  31,  143. 
 Drunkard  and  glutton  107. 
 Duty  to  God  and  man  15,  24. 
 Dwelling  with  God,  fee  heaven,  church,  tec. 
 Education,  religious  34,78. 
 Egypt's' plagues  105. 
 End  of  righteous  and  wicked  1,  37. 
 Enemies  overcome  18.  prayed  for  35,  105       cftroyed 
 
 12,  76,  48. 
 Envy  and  unbelief  cured  37,  49. 
 Equity  and  wifdom  of  Providence  9. 
 Evening  pfalm  4,  139,  141. 
 Evidences  of  grace  26,  of  finccrity  i8, 19,  139. 
 Evil  times  12.  neighbours  iao.  magiftrates  1 1,  58,82. 
 Exaltation  of  Chrift  to  the  kingdom  2,  21,22,69,72,110 
 Examination  26,  139^  F. 
 
 Exhortation  to  peace  and  holinefs  34. 
 Faith  and  piayer   of  perfecuted    faints  35.    in  the 
 
 blood  of  Chriil  ji,   32.  in  divine  grace  and  power 
 
 62,  130. 
 Faithfulnefs  of  God  89,  105,  in,  145,  146.  of  man 
 
 15^  141. 
 Falfehood,  blafphemy, ■  tsV.  12.  and  oppreffioni  2,56. 
 Family  government  10I.  love  and  worihip  I33.  blei- 
 
 fings  128. 
 F;ears  and  doubts  fupprefled  3,  34,  31.  in  the  worfm> 
 
INDEX.  *$ 
 
 of  God  §9,  #9»    of  Gbd  119,  13th  part. 
 
 lottery  and  deceit  complained  of  12,  3$, 
 
 Formal  worfhip  50. 
 
 Frailty  of  man  89,  §0,  144. 
 
 Fretfulnefs  difcouraged  37 . 
 
 Friend iliip,  its  bleflings  133. 
 
 Funeral  pfalm  89,  9c 
 
 Gentiles  given  to  Chrift  2,  22,  72.  Church  4?,  6$,  74, 
 87.  owning  the  true  God  96,  98,  47. 
 
 Glorincatiorfof  Chrift  8,  45. 
 
 Glory  of  God  in  our  Salvation  60.  and  grace  promifed 
 84,97,89. 
 
 Glutton  78.  and  drunkard  107. 
 
 God  all  in  all  127  all-fufficient  16,  33.  his  being,  attri- 
 butes and  providence  36,  65,  147,  his  care  of  faints  7, 
 34.  his  creation  and  providence  33,  104,  &c.  our  de. 
 fence  and  falvation  3,  61,  33,  1  ij.  eternal  and  fove- 
 reign  and  hely  93.  eternal  and  man  mortal  90,  102 
 faithfuinefs  105,  m,  89.  glorified,  and  (inner  faved 
 69.  goodnefs  and  mercy  145,  103.  goodnefs  and  trutk 
 145,  146.  governing  power  and  goodnefs  66.  great 
 and  good  144,  68, 145,  147.  the  judge  9, 50,97.  kind 
 to  his  people  145,  146.  his  majefty97.andcoHdefcen- 
 fion  113,  114.  mercy  and  truth  36,  103,  136,89,  145. 
 Kiade  man  8.  of  nature  and  grace  65.  his  perfections 
 in,  36,  145, 1 47.  our  portion,  and  Chrift  our  hope  4. 
 our  portion  here  and  hereafter  73.  his  power  and  ma- 
 jefty  68,  89,  93,  96.  praifed  by  children  8.  our  pre- 
 server i2i;  138.  prefent  in  his  churches  84;  46  our 
 ftiepherd  23.  his  Sovereignty  and  goodnefs  to  man  8, 
 113,  144.  our  Support  and  comfort  94.  Supreme  go- 
 vernor 8a,  93,  75.  his  vengeance  and'compaffion  68t 
 97.  unchangable  89,  in.  his univerfal dominion  1C3. 
 his  wifdom  in  his  works  1 1 1 , 1 29,  worthy  of  all  praiSe 
 ~i4J,  146,  150. 
 
 Good  works  15,  24, 1 12.  profit  men,  not  God  16. 
 Goodnefs    of  God  8,  103,  111,  145,  146. 
 Gofpel,  its  glory  and  SucceSs  19,  45,  no.  joyful  found 
 
 -    89,  98.  worftrip  and  order. 
 Government  of  Chrift  45.  from  God  75. 
 Grace,  its  evidences,  or  Self  examination  26, 139,  abov« 
 riches  144.  without  merit  16, 32.  of  Chrift  45 /7a.. and 
 
x  INDEX. 
 
 ^providence  33 »  36>  ^35^    >36>    »47«  preferving  and 
 reftoring     ;8.  truth  and  protection  57.  trieci   by  *f- 
 »  fli£Hon  ,  ?,£6\  i25.and  glorv  84-  97-  pardoning  i30. 
 Guilt  of  confcience  relieved  38,  3a,  5  1,  130. 
 Harved  65,  r^.6,  147- 
 Health,  ficknefs  and  recovery  6,  3c,  31.  prayed  for 
 
 6>38*  39- 
 Heart  knou-n  to  God  139. 
 
 Hea  i.igof  prayet  and  falvation  4,  10,  66,  102. 
 Heaven  of  feparate  louls  17.  the  faint's  dwelling  place 
 
 Hoi',  eis,  pardon  and.comfort4.  defired  119,11th  part. 
 
 Hc;h  '■  ^  darVnefb  :3  77,  143.  of  rdurrcftion  16,71. 
 ar ..  '.  efpau  in  ci-atV-  17,  49.  and  prayer  27,  for 
 victo  y  %■,.  and  direction  42. 
 
 Hofanna  of  the  children  8.  for  the  Lord's  day  118. 
 
 Humiliation  day     0,6- 
 
 Huniil'i'.y  and  fubmi(TIon  ?]i,  139. 
 rites,  and  hypocrily  12,50. 
 
 Ido.iti  v    ,ep.>vtd  1 15,  135. 
 
 Jehovah  6^,  83,  reigns  95,  96,  97, 
 
 Je\  s,  fee  Ifraei. 
 
 Im     ecatiojisa/id  charity  35 
 
 Incarnation  96,  97,  98.  and  facriflce  of  Chrift  40. 
 
 Infants  139.   let  children. 
 
 Inftrudion  from  God  25.  from  fcripture  119,  4th  ami 
 -arts,  in  pieiy  34. 
 
 Jnftructn-e  afflictions  94. 
 
 Intemperance  punifhed  78.  and  pardoned  107. 
 
 Joy  jf  .  mverfion  1  16. 
 
 Ifraei  faift  6  f'omth.  AlTyrians  76.  faved  from  Egypt, 
 ar.J  brought  to  Canaan  135,  136,  77,  105,  107, 
 rebeiik>\  and  punifhment  78  ptunifhed  and  par- 
 don 106,  ioq.  traveUintbe  wildernefs  107,  1T4. 
 Judgment  ana  m  trey  y,-68.  day  1,50,96,97,98,149. 
 feat  of  (      .    . 
 
 Juftic:  o!  .  ro     knee  9.  and  truth  towards  men  15. 
 
 Juftifi cation.  Fi    e  3c,  13    . 
 
 Kn.    w  j8ge'defir'  i   I :,,  •  19,  yth  part. 
 
 Law  of  God,  dd^h1  in  it  1 1  9. 
 
 Liberalit  -  rew^icc.;  4j,    l.. 
 
 Life  and  riches  their  vanity  49.  fhort  and  feeble  8 9> 
 90, 144. 
 
I    K   D    EX.,  Si 
 
 Longing  aftef  God  63,  42. 
 Lord's  day  pfalm  29,  118.  morning  5,  19,  63. 
 Love  to  our  neighbours  15.  of  Chrilr.  to  Tinners  3<f.  of 
 God  bettert  han  life6^.  of  God  unchangeable  106.89. 
 to  enemies  109,   35.  brotherly   133. 
 Luxury  punifhed  78.  and  pardoned  icj. 
 
 Magistrates  warned  j8,  82.  qualifications  iox.  raifed 
 
 and  depofed  75. 
 Majefty  of  God  68.  fee  God. 
 Man,  his  vanity  as  mortal  39,  89,  90,  144.  dominion 
 
 over  creatures  8.   mortal  and  Chrift  eternal  102. 
 
 wonderful  formation  139. 
 Marriage  myftical  45. 
 Mailer  of  a  family  101. 
 
 Melancholy  reproved  42.  and  hope  77.  removed  126. 
 Mercies  common  and  fpecial  68.  103.  fpiritual  and 
 
 temporal  103.  innumerable  139.   everlafting  136. 
 
 recorded  107.  and  truth  of  God  36,  103,  89,  136, 
 
 145,  146. 
 Merit  difclaimed  16.    ' 
 
 Midnight  thoughts  63,  139,  119,  jth  and  6th  parts. 
 Minifters  ordained  13a. 
 Miracles  in  the  wiidernefs  114. 
 Morning  pfalm  3,  141,  of  a  fabbath  5,  19,  6^. 
 Mortality  of  man  39,  49*90.  and  hope  89.  and  God's 
 
 eternity  90,  t02. 
 
 Nation's  fafety  is  the  church  48.  profperity  6j ,  144- 
 
 blefled  and  punifhed  107. 
 National  deliverance  67,  75,  76, 124,146.  defolations, 
 
 the  church's  fafety  and  triumph  in  them  46. 
 Nature  of  man  139. 
 
 Obedience  fincere  32, 18, 139.  better  than  facrificejo. 
 Old  age,  death  90.  and  lefurreclion  17,  89. 
 
 Pardon^  holinefs  and  comfort  4.  of  backfiiding  78. 
 and  direction  25.  and  repentance  prayed  for -38. 
 arid  confeffion  32.  of  original  and  actual  fin  51.. 
 
V.M  INDEX. 
 
 Patience  under  afflictions  39.  under  perfecution  37, 
 44.  in  darknefs  77,  130,  131. 
 
 Peace  and holincfs  encouraged  34,withmendefired  1 20 
 
 Perfections  of  God  iii  ,    145,  147,  36. 
 
 Perfecuted  faints  35,  44  >  74,  80,  83. 
 
 Perfection,  deliverance  from  it  7,  53,  94.  courage  in 
 it  1 19,  17th  part. 
 
 Perfecutors  punifhed  7,  129,  149,  their  folly  14.  com- 
 plained o£  $5,  44,  74, 80, 83.  deliverance  from  them 
 
 94.  9>  i°* 
 
 Perfeverance  1  38.  in  trials  1 19,  17th  part. 
 
 Peftilencc,  preservation  in  it  91. 
 
 Piety,  infhudtions  therein  34. 
 
 Pity  to  the  afBiaed4i.     See  charity,  God. 
 
 Pleading  without  repining  39,  123.  the  promifes  iI^j 
 
 10th  part. 
 Poor,  charity  to  them  15,  37,  41,  il2. 
 Portion  of  faints  and  finners  1 1,  17,  37. 
 Poverty  confefTed  16. 
 Practical  athei/m  14,  36, 
 
 Praife  to  God  from  children  8.   for  creation  and  pro- 
 vidence 33,  104.  to  our  Creator  io».  from  all  crea- 
 tures 14^.  for  eminent  deliverances  34,  118,  gene- 
 ral £6,  145,  150.  for  the  gofpel  98,  for  health  ref- 
 tored  30,  1 16.  for  hearing  prayer  66,    102,   to  Je- 
 fus  Chrift  45.    from  all   nations  117.    and    prayer, 
 public  6r    for  protection,  grace  and  truth  57.  for 
 providence  and  grace   36.  for  rain  65,  147.  from  the 
 faints  .4)  ,  150.  for  temporal  bleffings  68,  147. 
 Prayer  heard  4,  34,  65,  66.  in  time  of  war  zo.  and 
 hope  of  victory  20,  praife,    public  65,  and  hope  27. 
 in  the  church's  diftrefs  80.  heard, and  Zion  rcilored 
 102.  and  praife  for  deliverance  34. 
 Preferving  grace  138. 
 
 PrefervatioH  in  public  dangers  46,  91,  1 12.  daily  121. 
 Pride  and  atheifm,    and  oppreflion  punifhed  10,  12.' 
 
 and  death  49. 
 Priefthood  of  (Shrift  j  1,  no. 
 Prioces  vain  62,  146. 
 
 Profeffion  of  fincerity  and  repentance,  &c.  1I9,   3d 
 part.  139.  falfc  50, 
 
 pfomifes  and  threatnings  81.  pleaded  1J9,  10th  part. 
 
 ■ 
 
1    N   D    EX.  SI 
 
 Profperity  dangerous  55,  73.  - 
 
 Profperous  finnerscurfed  37,  49,  73. 
 
 Protection,  truth  and  grace  57.  by  day  and  night  1*1. 
 
 Providence,  its  wifdom  and  equity  9.  and  creation  3.?, 
 135  >  J36.  and  grace  36,  147,  and  perfections  of 
 God  36.  its  myftery  unfolded  73.  recorded  77,  78, 
 107.  in  air,  earth,  and  fea  35, 65,  89,104,  107,  147*. 
 
 Pfalm  for  foldiers  18,  6b.  for  old  age  71.  for  hufband« 
 men  6$.  for  a  funeral  89,  90.  for  the  Lord's  day, 
 92.  before  prayer  95.  before  fermon  ibid,  for  ma- 
 gistrates 101.  for  houfeholders  101.  for  mariners 
 107.  for  gluttons  and  drunkards  107. 
 
 Public  praife  for  private  mercies  116,  I18.  for  deli- 
 verance 124.  worfhip  attended  on  17,%,  prayer  and 
 praife  6s*  84,, 
 
 Punifhment  of  finners  1,  11,37. 
 
 CL 
 
 Qualifications  of  a  Chriftian  15,  24. 
 
 Quickening  grace  119,  16th  part. 
 R 
 
 Rain  from  Heaven  135,  65,  147. 
 
 Recovery  fromficknefs  6,  30,116. 
 
 Relative  duties  15,  133 • 
 
 Religion  and  juftice  15.  in  words  and  deeds  27. 
 
 Religious  education  34>  ?8. 
 
 Remembrance  of  former  deliverances.  77,  I43» 
 
 Repentance,  confeffion,  and  pardon  32.  and  faith  in 
 the  bloodof  Chrift5i.   ' 
 
 Reproach  removed  31,  3.7, 
 
 Resignation  39,  123,  131. 
 
 Refolutions,  holy  119th,  15  th  part. 
 
 Reftoring  grace  1^8,  13. 
 
 Refurrection  and  death  of  Chrifl  2,  16,  of  the  faints 
 16,  I7#  49, 71,  and  death  49»  7*>  8o» 
 
 Reverence  in  worfhip  89,  99.  _ 
 
 Riches,  their  vanity  49.  compared  with  grace  144* 
 
 Righteoufnefs  from  Chrifl  7I0 
 S 
 
 Sacrifice  40,  Sh  *>9«  incarnation  of  Chrifl  40- 
 
 Safety  in  public  dangers  91.  in  God  61.  and  delight 
 in  the  church  27. 
 
 Saints  happy,  and  finnerscurfed  1, 11,119,1ft  part. .the 
 beft  company  i6,chavaaerized  15, 24.  dwelhn  hea- 
 ven 15,  24.  punifhed  and  fcved"  78/106,  God's  care 
 
XW  I    N  D  E  X. 
 
 of  them  34.  rewarded  at  laft  50,   90,  .92.    patience 
 
 and  world's  ha^rt-d  ,•    .  chaflifcd  and  Tinners  delrroved 
 
 94.   die  but  Cbriff.  lives  102.  punifhed  and  pardoned 
 
 106.   IC7.  afflictions   moderated    1C5.  jndgin  •   the 
 
 .world  149. 
 Salvation  of  faints  19   and  triumph  18.  and  defence 
 
 in  God  62.  by  Chrifr  69,  85. 
 Sanctified  afflictions    1^.  laft  part  94. 
 Satan  Jabdued  3.  6,  .3. 
 Scripture  compared  with  nature  19,  no,  -thpart.in- 
 
 ftruction  from  it  119,4th  part,  delight  in  it  115,  5th 
 
 and(8th  parts-  holinefs  a;'"  r»mforJ  faun  it  119,  6th 
 
 part,  variety  and   excel  ei  ce  119,  8th  part. 
 Seafonsof  the  year  65.  147. 
 Seaman's  fong  107, 
 Secret  devotion  1 19,  2d  part.  34. 
 Seeking  God  6;,,  27. 
 
 Self-exarnination,or  evidence*  pf  grace  26,  139; 
 Separate  fouls,  heaven  of  1 7. 
 Sickbed  devotion  6,  38,  30,  Il6. 
 Sicknefs  healed  6,  30,   116. 
 Signs  of  Chri(V>  coming  12,  96.  &c. 
 Sin  of  nature  4.    original  and,ac"fcual,    confefTed  and 
 
 pardoned  51.  univerfal  14. 
 Sincerity  19,   2.6,32,139.   proved  and  rewarded  18. 
 
 profc  (Ted  r  19,  3d  part. 
 Sins  of  the  tongue  12.  34,  50. 
 Sland-.r,  deliverance  from  it  31,  120. 
 Slander,  deliverance  from  it  3.5    .20. 
 Souls  in  a  feparate  ftate  17,  146,    i^o. 
 Spirit  given  at  Chrift's  afcenficn  68.  his  teachingde- 
 
 fired  1 19,  9th  part,  51  . 
 Spiritual  enemies  overcome  3,  18,  144.  blefTlngs  and 
 
 puniihment  8i . 
 Spring  of  the  year  65.  and  fummer  65,  104,  and  win* 
 
 ter  1.7. 
 Strength,  repentance  and  pardon,  prayed  for  38.  of 
 
 grace  138. 
 Suhmirfion  123,  -31,   to  Cbrift  2.  to  fickiuf.  39. 
 Sufferings  and  death  of  Chrift  %%,    and  kingdom   of 
 
 Clirift  2,  22,  Co,  no. 
 
INDEX.  XV 
 
 Support  and  counfel  from  God  [6,  for  the  afflicted  and 
 tempted  55.  and  comfort  in  Godo4j  1   9,  14th  part. 
 
 Temptations  overcome  3,  18,  in  fieknefs  6. 
 
 Thanks,  public,  for  private  mercies  ii6j  IIo. 
 
 Threatnings  and  promifes  81. 
 
 Thunder  and  ftorm  29,  135,  136,   148. 
 
 Times,  evil  11,  J  2. 
 
 Tongue  governed  34,  39. 
 
 Truft  in  the  creatures  vain  tz,  J46, 
 
 Vanity  of  man  as  mortal  39,  89,  144.  of  life  and 
 riches  40. 
 
 Vengeance^and  companion  68.againft  the  enemies  of 
 the  church  76,  149. 
 
 Vineyard  of  God  wafted  80. 
 
 Unbeiief-and  envy  cured  37.   punifhed  95. 
 
 Unchangable  God  89,  1 1  i. 
 
 Vows  paid  in  the  church  j  16.  of  holinefs  1 19,  15th 
 part. 
 
 War,  prayer  in  time  of  it  20.  difappointments  there- 
 in6o.  vi&ory  18.  fpiritual  18,    144. 
 
 Warnings  of  Ged  to  his  people  81 - 
 
 Watchfulnefs  19,  1 41.    over  the  tongue  3?. 
 
 Weather 65,    107,  I35>  I47,  14s- 
 
 Wickednefs  of  man  14,  36,  Ji. 
 
 Winter  and  fummer  i47- 
 
 Wifdom  and  equity  of  providence  9.  of  God  in  his 
 works  in. 
 
 Works  of  creation  and  Pr°vidence  104,  147,  T48.  and 
 grace  19,  33,  Hi,  <  35  ,136.  good  w or  ks  profit  men, 
 not  God  16. 
 
 World's  hatred  and  faints  patience,  37. 
 
 Worfhip  and  order  of  the  gofpel  48.  delight  in  it  84. 
 with  reverence  89,  99.  daily  55,  134;  141,  in  a  fa- 
 mily 133,  public  63.  84,122, 132.  Abfence  from  it  63 
 
 Wrath  and  mercy  from  the  judgment-feat  9. 
 
 Zeal  and  prudence  39. 
 
 Zion,  its  citizens  15, 
 
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P  SALMS    of    DAVID, 
 
 Imitated  in  the  Language  of  the 
 
 PSALM  I.     Common  Metre.  ^^ — — 
 
 The  tvay  and  end  of  the  righteous  and  the  "wicttd*  \ 
 
 I  TJLESS'D  is  the  man  who  Ihuns  the  place 
 _D  Where  finners  love  to  meet ; 
 Who  fears  to  tread  their  wicked  ways, 
 And  hates  the  {coffer's  feat. 
 •     1  But  in  the  flatutes  of  the  Lord 
 Has  placed  his  chief  delight ; 
 •     By  day  he  reads  or  hears  the  word,    . 
 And  meditates  by  night.    ' 
 [3  He,  like  a  plant  of  generous  kind 
 By  living  waters  fet, 
 Safe  from  the  dorms  and  blading  wind, 
 Enjoys  a  peaceful  date. J 
 
 4  Green  as  the  leaf,  and  ever  fair, 
 
 Shall  his  profeflion  mine ; 
 While  fruits  of  holinefs  appear. 
 Like  cluflers  on  the  vine. 
 
 5  Not  fo  th*  impious  and  unjud  : 
 
 What  vain  defigns  they  form  ! 
 Their  hopes  are  blown  away,  like  dud, 
 Or  chaff,  before  the  dorm. 
 
 6  Sinners  in  judgment  (hall  not  dand 
 
 Among  the  Ions  of>  grace,   /  f 
 
 When  Chrid,  the  judge,  at  his  right  hand 
 Appoints  his  faints  a  place. 
 
 7  His  eye  beholds  the  path  they  tread, 
 
 His  heart  approves  it  well ; 
 But  crooked  ways  of  finners  lead 
 Down  to  the  gates  of  hell. 
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20  PSALMS. 
 
 PSALM    I.     Short  Metre, 
 The  faint  happy,  the /inner  miferable. 
 
 I  r  I  SHE  man  is  ever  bids' d 
 
 _L     Who  lhuns  the  finner's  ways, 
 Among  their  councils  never.il  iifgJL 
 Nor  takes  the  ("corner' s  pfacVj"* 
 1  But  makes  the  law  of  God 
 His  ftudy  and  delight, 
 Amid  ft  the  labours  of  the  day, 
 And  watches  of  the  night. 
 
 3  He  like  a  tree  fhail  thrive, 
 
 With  waters,  near  the  root: 
 Frefh  as  the  leaf  his  name  lhall  live, 
 His  works  are  heavenly  fruit.        . 
 
 4  Not  fo  th.'  ungodly  race, 
 
 They  no  finch  bleflings  find  : 
 Their  hopes  lhall  flee  li-ke  empty  chaff 
 Before  the  driving  wind. 
 
 5  How  will  they  bear  to  (land 
 
 Before  that  judgment-feat, 
 Where  a!l  the  faints  at  Chrift's  right  hand 
 In  full  afTembly  meet  ? 
 
 6  He  knows,  and  he  approves, 
 
 The  way  the  righteous  go; 
 But  finners,  and  their  works,  'lhall  meet 
 A  dreadful  overthrow. 
 
 PSALM    I.     Long  Metre. 
 
 The  difference  between  the  righteous  and  the  ivicled. 
 
 I  TTAPPY  the  man,  whofe  cautious  feet 
 XJL  Shun  the  broad  way  that  finners  go, 
 Who  hates  the  place  where  Athieils  meet, 
 And  fears  to  talk  as  fcoffers  do. 
 1  He  loves  t' employ  his  morning-light 
 Amongft  the  fiatutes  of  the  Lord  ; 
 And  fpends  the  wakeful  hours  of  night 
 With  pleafure  pond'ring  o'er  the  word. 
 
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 3  He,  like  a  plant  by  gentle  ftreams, 
 
 Shall  flourifh  in  immortal  green  ; 
 And  Heav'n  will  fhine  with  kindeft  beams 
 On  ev'ry  work  his  hands  begin. 
 
 4  But  finners  find  their  councils  crofs'd  ; 
 
 As  chaff  bg£ore  the  tempeft  flies, 
 So  (hall  their  hopes  be  blown  and  loft, 
 When  the  laft  trumpet  fhakes  the  fkies, 
 
 5  In  vain  the  rebel  feeks  to  ftand 
 
 In  judgment  with  the  pious  race  ; 
 The  dreadful  judge,  with  ftern  command, 
 Divides  him  to  a  diff'rent  place. 
 
 6  "  Strait  is  the  way  my  faints  have  trode, 
 
 "  I  blefs'd  the  path,  and  drew  it  plain, 
 
 "  But  you  would  chufe  the  crooked  road  ; 
 
 "  And  down  it  leads  to  endlefs  pain." 
 
 PSALM    II.     Short  Metre. 
 Translated  according  to  the  divine  pattern. 
 
 A&s  iv,  24,   Itfc. 
 Cbriji  dying,  rijing,  interceding,  and  reigning* 
 [I  TV/TAKER  and  fov'reign  Lord 
 
 J.VJL  Of  heav'n,  and  earth,  and  feas, 
 Thy  providence  confirms  thy  word, 
 And  anfwers  thy  decrees. 
 3  The  things  fo  long  foretold 
 By  David,  are  fulfill'd, 
 When  jews  and  Gentiles  join  to  flay 
 Jefus,  thine  holy  child.J 
 
 3  Why  did  the  Gentiles  rage, 
 
 And  Jews  with  one  accord, 
 
 Bend  all  their  counfels  to  deftroy 
 
 Th'  Anointed  of  the  Lord  ? 
 
 4  Rulers  and  kings  agree 
 
 To  form  a  vain  defign  ; 
 Again  ft  the  Lord  their  pow'rs  unite, 
 Againft  his  Chrift  they  join. 
 
 5  The  Lord  derides  their  rage, 
 
 And  will  fuppcrt  his  throne  ; 
 He  that  hath  raisM  him  from  the  dead 
 Hath  own'd  him  for  his  Son. 
 
1%  PSALMS, 
 
 PAUSE. 
 
 6  Now  he's  afcended  high, 
 
 To  rule  the  fubjeft  earth  ; 
 The  merit  of  his  blood  he  pleads, 
 And  pleads  his  heav'nly  birth. 
 
 J  Beneath  his  fov' reign  fway 
 The  Gentile  nations  bend  : 
 Far  as  the  worlds  remoteft  bounds 
 His  kingdom  fhall  extend. 
 8  The  nations  that  rebel 
 Mufl  feel  his  iron  rod  ; 
 He'll  vindicate  thofe  honors  well 
 Which  he  received  from  God. 
 [9  Be  wife,  ye  rulers  now 
 
 And  worfliip  at  his  throne; 
 With  trembling  joy,  ye  people,  bow 
 To  God's  exalted  Son. 
 10  If  once  his  wrath  arife, 
 Ye  perifh  on  the  place  : 
 Then  blefTed  is  the  foul  that  flies 
 For  refuge  to  his  grace.] 
 
 PSALM    II.     Common  Metre, 
 
 I  "TTTHY  did  the  nations  join  to  flay 
 The  Lord's  arointed  Son? 
 Why  did  they  can-  h.    laws  away, 
 And  tread  his  gofpel  down? 
 »  The  Lord,  that  fits  above  the  ikies, 
 Derides  their  rage  below, 
 He  fpeaks  with  vengeance  in  his  eyes, 
 And  ftrikes  their  fpirits  through. 
 
 3  "  I  call  him  my  eternal  Son, 
 
 "   And  raife  him  from  the  dead; 
 
 "  I  make  my  holy  hill  his  throne, 
 
 "  And  wide  his  kingdom  fpread. 
 
 4  "  Afk  me,  my  Son,  and  then  enjoy 
 
 "  Thy  outmoft  heathen  lands  : 
 "  Thy  rod  of  iron  fhall  deftroy 
 "  The  rebel  that  withstands." 
 
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 5  Be  wife,  ye  rulers  of  the  earth, 
 
 Obey  th*  anointed  Lord ; 
 
 Adore  the   king  of  heav'nly  birth, 
 
 And  tremble  at  his  word. 
 
 6  With  humble  love  addrefs  his  throne  ; 
 
 For  if  he  frown  ye  die  : 
 Thofe  are  fecure,  and  thofe  alone, 
 Who  on  his  grace  rely. 
 
 PSALM    II.     Long  Metre. 
 Cbrljl's  death,  refurreffiOn,  and  afcenfnn. 
 I  "YT/'HY  did  the  Jews  proclaim  their  rage  ? 
 VV     The  Romans  why  their  fwords  employ 
 Againft  the  Lord  ?  their  powers  engage 
 His  dear  anointed  to  deftroy  ? 
 ft  "  Come,  let  us  break  his  bands,  they  fay  : 
 "  This  man  fhall  never  give  us  laws:" 
 And  thus  they  cait  his  yoke  away, 
 And  nail'd  the  monarch  to  the  crofs. 
 
 3  But  God,  who  high  in  glory  reigns, 
 
 Laughs  at  their  pride,  their  rage  controuls; 
 He'll  fmite  their  heart  with  inward  pains, 
 And  fpeak  in  thunder  to  their  fouls. 
 
 4  "  1  will  maintain  the  King  J  made 
 
 "  On  Zion's  everlafting  hill, 
 "  My  hand  fhall  bring  him  from  the  dead, 
 
 "  And  he  fhall  ftand  your  Sov'reign  (till/* 
 [5  His  wond'rous  lifmg  from  the  earth 
 
 Makes  his  eternal  Godhead  known  ; 
 The  Lord  declares  his  heav'nly  birth  : 
 
 "  This  day  have  I  begot  my  Son. 
 C  "  Afcend,  my  Son,  to  my  right  hand, 
 
 "  There  thou  (halt  afk  and  I  bellow 
 <{  The  utmolt  bounds  of  heathen  lands  ; 
 
 "  To  thee  their  fuppiiant  tribes  fhall  bow."} 
 7  But  nations  that  refill  his  gra?e 
 
 Shall  fall  beneath  his  lifted  rod  ; 
 His  arms  fhall  crufh  th'  impious  race 
 
 That  dare  provoke  th'  avenging  God. 
 
&4  PSALMS. 
 
 PAUSE/ 
 
 S  Now  ye  that  fit  on  earthly  thrones, 
 
 Be  wife,  and  ferve  the  Lord,  the  Lamb  ; 
 Now  to  his  feet  fubmit  your  crowns, 
 Rejoice  and  tremble  at  his  name. 
 
 9  With  humble  love  addrefs  the  Son, 
 
 Left  he  grow  angry,  and  ye  die  ; 
 His  wrath  will  burn  to  worlds  unknown, 
 His  love  gives  life  above  the  fky. 
 
 10  His  dorms  (hall  quell  the  ftubborn  foe, 
 
 And  fink  his  honors  in  the  duft  : 
 Happy  the  fouls  their  God  that  know, 
 And  make  his  grace  their  only  truft. 
 PSALM    III.     Common  Metre. 
 Doubts   and  fears  fupprejfed '.     or,   Gdd  our  defence  from 
 
 fin  and  Satan. 
 I  TV  TY  God,  how  many  are  my  fears  ! 
 lYJL  How  fa  ft  my  foes  increafe  ! 
 Confpiring  my  eternal  death, 
 They  break  my  prefent  peace. 
 1  The  lying  tempter  would  perfuade 
 There's  no  relief  in  Heav'n, 
 And  all  my  growing  fins  appear 
 Too  great  to  be  forgiv'n. 
 3  But  thou,  my  glory,  and  my  ftrength, 
 Shalt  on  the  tempter  tread, 
 Shalt  filence  all  my  threatening  £uilt, 
 And  raife  my  drooping  head. 
 [4  I  cry'd,  and  from  his  holy  hill 
 He  bow*d  a  lift'sing  ear  ; 
 I  call'd,  My  Father,  and  my  God, 
 And  he  fubdn'd   my  fear. 
 
 5  He  fhed  foft  (lumbers  on  mine  eyes, 
 
 In  fpite  of  all  my  foes  ; 
 I  woke,  and  wonder'd  at  the  grace 
 That  guarded  my  repofe.] 
 
 6  What  though  the  hofts  of  Death  and  Hell, 
 
 All  arm'd,  againft  me  flood  ; 
 Terrors  no  more  (hall  fhake  my  Co 
 My  refuge  is  my  God. 
 
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 7  Arife,  O  Lord,  fulfil  thy  grace, 
 
 While  I  thy  glory  ling  : 
 My  God  has  broke  the  ferpent's  teeth, 
 And  Death  has  loft:  his  {ting. 
 
 8  Salvation  to  the  Lord  belongs, 
 
 His  arm  alone  can  fave  : 
 Bleffings  attend  thy  people  here, 
 And  reach  beyond  the  grave. 
 
 PSALM    III.  ver.  7,2,  3,4,5,  8.     Long  Metre. 
 
 A  morning  pfaim. 
 I  4~%  LORD,  how  many  are  my  foes 
 
 VJ'   In  this  weak  ftate  of  flefh  and  blood  ? 
 My  peace  they  daily  difcompofe  ; 
 But  my  defence  and  hope  is  God. 
 a  Tir'd  with  the  burdens  of  che  day, 
 To  thee  i  raised  an  evening  cry; 
 Thou  heard'ft  when  I  began  to  pray, 
 And  thine  almighty  hcip  was  nigh. 
 
 3  Supported  by  thine  heavenly  aid. 
 
 I  laid  me  down,  and  ilept  iecure ; 
 Not  death  fhould.  make  my  heart  afraid, 
 Though  1  fhould  wake  and  rife  no  more. 
 
 4  But  God  fuftain'd  me  all  the  night ; 
 
 .  Salvation  doth  to  God  belong  ; 
 He  raised  my  head  to  lee  the  light, 
 
 And  makes  his  praife  my  morning  ibng. 
 
 PSALM  IV.  ver.  1,  %,  3,  5,  6,  7.    Long  Metre. 
 
 Hearing  of  prayer ;   or,   God  our  portion,  aid  Chrip  our 
 hope. 
 
 1  /A  God  of  grace  and  righteoufnefs, 
 V^>    Hear  and  attend  when  I  complain  ; 
 Thou  haft  enlarged  me  in  diftrefs, 
 
 Bow  down  a  gracious  ear  again. 
 
 2  Ye  fons  of  men    in  vain  ye  try 
 
 To  turn  my  glorv  into  fhame  : 
 How  1  ,ng  will  {coffers  love  to  lie. 
 
 And  dare  reproach  my  Saviour's  name  ? 
 
4(i  PSALMS. 
 
 3  Know  that  the  Lord  divides  his  faints 
 
 From  all  the  tribes  of  men  befide  :    ^ 
 He  hears  and  pities  their  com  plaints, 
 For  the  dear  fake  of  Chrift  that  died. 
 
 4  When  our  obedient  bands  have  done 
 
 A  thouland  works  of  righteoufnefs, 
 "We  put  our  truft  in  God  alone, 
 And  gloiy  in  his  pard'ning  grace. 
 
 5  Let  the  unthinking  many  fay, 
 
 "  Who  will  bettow  fome  earthly  good  ?'* 
 But,  Lord,  thy  light  and  love  we  pray: 
 Oar  fouls  defire  this  heav'nly  food. 
 
 6  Then  (hall  my  chearful  pow'rs  rejoice 
 
 At  grace  divine,  and  love  fo  great, 
 Nor  will  I  change  my  happy  choice 
 For  all  their  wealth  and  boafted  ftate. 
 
 PSALM  IV.  ver.  3,  4,  5,  8.  Common  Metre. 
 An  evening  pf aim. 
 I  T    ORD,  thou  wilt  hear  me  when  I  pray  ; 
 JLj  I  am  for  ever  thine  ; 
 I  fear  before  thee  all  the  day, 
 Nor  would  I  dare  to  fin. 
 a  And  while  I  reft  my  weary  head, 
 From  cares  and  bus'nefs  free, 
 'Tis  fweet  converting  on  my  bed 
 With  my  own  heart  an  I  thee. 
 3  I  pay  this  ev'ning  facrifice  ; 
 
 And  when  my  work  is  done, 
 Great  God,  my  faith  and  hope  relies 
 Upon  thy  grace  alone. 
 4.  Thus,  with  my  thoughts  compos*  d  to  peace, 
 I'll  give  mine  eys  to  lleep  ; 
 Thy  hand  in  fafety  keeps  my  days, 
 And  will  my  (lumbers  keep. 
 
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 PSALM  V.  Common  Metre. 
 For  the  Lord's  day  morning. 
 
 I  T    ORD,  in  the  morning  thou  fhalt  hear 
 i  j  My  voice  afcending  high  ; 
 To  thee  will  I  direct  my  pray'r, 
 To  thee  life  up  mine  eye. 
 a  Up  to  the  hills  where  Chrift  is  gone 
 To  plead  for  all  his  faints, 
 Prefenting  at  his  Father's  throne 
 Ourfongs  and  our  complaints. 
 
 3  Thou  art  a  God,  before  whofe  fight 
 
 The  wicked  mall  not  (land ; 
 
 Sinners  (hall  ne'er  be  thy  delight, 
 
 Nor  dwell  at  thy  right  hand. 
 
 4  But  tc  thy  houfe  will  1  refort, 
 
 To  tafte  thy  mercies  there ; 
 I  will  frequent  thine  holy  court, 
 And  worfhip  in  thy  fear. 
 
 5  O  may  thy  fpirit  guide  my  feet 
 
 In  ways  of  righteoufnefs  ! 
 Make  every  path  of  duty  ftraightj 
 And  plain  before  my  face. 
 PAUSE. 
 
 6  My  watchful  enemies  combine 
 
 To  tempt  my  feet  aftray ; 
 They  flatter  with  a  bafe  defign, 
 To  make  my  foul  their  prey. 
 ^  Lord,  crufh  the  ferpent  in  the  dufr, 
 And  all  his  plots  deftroy  ; 
 While  thofe  that  in  thy  mercy  truft, 
 For  ever  ihout  for  joy. 
 S  The  men  that  love  and  fear  thy  name, 
 Shall  fee  their  hopes  fulfilled  : 
 The  mighty  God  will  compafs  them 
 With  favor  as  a  fhjeld. 
 
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 P  S  A  L  M  VI.     Common  Metre. 
 
 Complaint  in  f: chiefs  ;    or,   Difeafes  healed. 
 
 I   TN  anger,  Lord,  do  not  ehaftife, 
 JL  'Withdraw  the  dreadful  dorm, 
 Nor  let  thine  awful  wrath  arife, 
 Againft  a  feeble  worm. 
 1  My  foul  bow'd  down  with  heavy  cares. 
 My  flefh  with  pain  opprefs'd, 
 My  couch  is  witnefs  to  my  tears, 
 My  tears  forbid  my  reft. 
 
 3  Sorrow  and  grief  wear  out  my  days  : 
 
 I   wafte  the  night  with  cries, 
 And  count  the  minutes  as  they  pafs, 
 'Ti:l  the  flow  morning  rife. 
 
 4  Shall  I  be  (till  tormented  more  ? 
 
 My  eyes  confum'd  with  grief? 
 How  long,  my  God,  how  long,  before 
 
 Thine  hand  affords  relief  ? 
 3  He  hears  his  mourning  children  fpeak, 
 
 He  pities  all  our  groans, 
 He  faves  us  for  his  mercies  fake, 
 
 And  heals  our  broken  bones. 
 6  The  virtue  of  his  fov'reign  word 
 
 Reftores  our  fainting  breath  ; 
 For  filent  graves  praife  not  the  Lord, 
 
 Nor  is  he  known  in  death. 
 
 PSALM  VI.    Long  Metre. 
 Twrpt  aliens  inftckftefs  overcome. 
 
 I   T    ORD,  I  can  fuffer  thy  rebukes, 
 
 JLj   When  thou  with  kindnefs  doll  chaftife 
 .But  tny  fierce  wrath  I  cannot  bear, 
 O  let  it  not  againft  me  rife  ! 
 a  Pity  my  languishing  efiate, 
 
 And  eafe  the  forrows  that  1  feel ; 
 The  wounds  thine  heavy  hand  hath  made, 
 O  ltt  thy  gentler  touches  heal ! 
 
PSALMS.  %") 
 
 3  See  how  in  fighs  I  pafs  my  days, 
 
 And  wafte  in  groans  the  weary  night :    • 
 My  bed  is  water' d  with  my  tears; 
 
 My  grief  confumes  and  dims  my  fight. 
 
 4  Look  how  the  powers  of  nature  mourn  ! 
 
 How  long,  almighty  Gorf  how  long? 
 When  fhali  chine  1  our  of  grace  return  ? 
 When  'hall  I  make  thy  grace  my  fong  ? 
 
 5  I  feel  my  fleih  fo  near  the  grave, 
 
 My  thoughts  are  tempted  to  defpair  ; 
 But  graves  can  never  praife  the  Lord, 
 For  all  is  dun:  and  hlence  there. 
 
 6  Depart,  ye  tempters,  from  my  foul, 
 
 And  all  defpairing  thoughts  depart; 
 My  God,  who  hears  my  humble  moan, 
 Will  eafe  my  iieih,  and  chear  my  heart. 
 
 PSALM  VII.     Common  Metre. 
 God's  care  of  his  people,   and  pupifnment  of  '  perfectiors- 
 
 1  T\/f"Y  trufr.  is  in  my  heav'niy  friend, 
 JlVX    My  hope  in  thee,  my  God  : 
 Rife,  and  my  helplefs  life  defend 
 
 From  thofe  that  feek  my  blood. 
 
 2  With  infolence  and  fary  they 
 
 My  foul  in  pieces  tear, 
 As  hungry  lions  rend  the  prey 
 When  no  deliverer's  near. 
 
 3  If  e'er  my  pride  provok'd  them  firfh 
 
 Or  once  abus'd  my  foe, 
 Then  let  them  tread  my  life  to  dufr, 
 And  lay  my  honor  low. 
 
 4  If  there  be  malice  found  in  me, 
 
 I  know  thy  piercing  eyes;     ■. 
 I  fhould  not  dare  appeal  to-  thee, 
 Nor  afk  my  God  to  rife. 
 
 5  A-rife,  my  God,  lift  upvthy  hand, 
 
 Their  pride  and  pow*£  coiitroul ; 
 Awake  to  judgment,  and  command 
 Deiiv'rance  for  my  foul. 
 
3©  PSALMS. 
 
 PAUSE. 
 [6  Let  finners,  and  their  wicked  rage 
 Be  humbled  to  the  duff  ; 
 Shall  not  the  God  of  truth  engage 
 To  vindicate  the  jufl:  ? 
 1  He  knows  the  heart,  he  tries  the  reins, 
 He  will  defend  th'  upright  : 
 His  fharpefl  arrows  he  ordains 
 Againft  the  fons  of  fpight. 
 3  Though  leagu'd  in  guile,  their  malice  ipread 
 A  fnare  before  my  way, 
 Their  mifchiefs  on  their  impious  head 
 His  vengeance  mail  repay.] 
 9  That  cruel  persecuting  race 
 
 Mud  feel  his  dreadful  fword  : 
 Awake,  my  foul,  and  praife  the  grace 
 And  juftice  of  the  Lord. 
 
 PSALM    VIII.     Short  Metre. 
 God' s  fovereignty  end  goodnefs,  and  man's  dominion  Over 
 
 the  creatures. 
 I   f^\  LORD,  our  heavenly  king, 
 V_/  Thy  name  is  all  divine  ; 
 Thy  glories  round  the  world  are  fpread, 
 And  o'er  the  heav'ns  they  fhine. 
 a  When  to  thy  works  on  high 
 I  raife  my  wond'ring  eyes, 
 And  fee  the  moon,  complete  in  light, 
 Adorn  the  darkfome  Ikies; 
 
 3  "When  I  furvey  tie  liars, 
 
 And  all  their  finning  forms, 
 Lord,  what  is  man,  that  worthlefs  thing 
 A -kin  to  duft  and  worms  ? 
 
 4  Lord,  what  is  worthlefs  man, 
 
 That  thou  fnould'Ii  love  him  h> 
 Next  to  thine  angels  is  he  plac'd, 
 And  lord  of  all  below. 
 
 5  Thine  honors  crown  his  head, 
 
 While  hearts,  like  Haves,  obey, 
 And  birds  that  cut  the  air  with  wings, 
 And  fijh  that  cleave  the  fea. 
 
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 6  How  rich  thy  bounties  are  ! 
 
 And  wond'rous  are  thy  ways  : 
 Of  dull:  and  worms  thy  power  can  frame 
 A  monument  of  praife. 
 [7  From  mouths  of  feeble  babes 
 And  fucklings  thou  canft  draw 
 Surpriiing  honors  to  thy  name, 
 And  Itrike  the  world  with  awe, 
 8  O  Lord,  our  heavenly  king, 
 Thy  name  is  all  divine  1 
 Thy  glories  round  the  heav'ns  are  fpread, 
 And  o'er  the  earth  they  fhine.] 
 
 PSALM    VIII.     Common  Metre, 
 
 Cbrijl's  condefcenfion  and  glorification  ;    or,  God  made  man, 
 
 I  /~^\  LORD,  our  Lord,  how  wond'rous  great 
 \^_/   Is  thine  exalted  name  ? 
 The  glories  of  thy  heav'nly  Irate 
 Let  men  and  babes  proclaim. 
 
 5  When  I  behold  thy  works  on  high, 
 
 The  moon  that  rules  the  night, 
 
 And  (hining  ftars  that  grace  the  fky, 
 
 Thofe  moving  w;orlds  of  light, 
 
 3  Lord,  what  is  man,  or  all  his  race. 
 
 Who  dwells  fo  far  below, 
 That  thou  fhould'fr.  viilt  him  with  grace, 
 And  love  his  nature  fo  ? 
 
 4  That  thine  eternl  Son  mould  bear 
 
 To  take  a  mortal  form, 
 Made  lower  than  bis  angels  are, 
 To  fave  a  dying  worm. 
 
 [5   Yet  while  he  Ih'd  on  earth  unknown, 
 And  men  would  not  adore, 
 Eehold  obedient  nature  own 
 His  godhead  and  his  pow'r. 
 
 6  The  waves  lay  fpread  beneath  his  feet, 
 
 And  fifn,  at  his  command, 
 Bring  their  large  ihoals  to  Peter's  net, 
 
 Bring  tribute  to  his  hand,  4  3 
 
3*  r  S  A  L   M  t. 
 
 7  Thefe  leiTer  glories  of  the  Son 
 
 Shone  through  the  flefliy  cloud; 
 Now  we  hehold  him  on  his  throne,, 
 And  men  confefs  him  God.] 
 
 8  Let  him  with  majefty  be  crownM, 
 
 Who  bow'd  his  head  to  death  ; 
 And  his  eternal  honors  found, 
 
 From  all  things  that  have  breath. 
 
 9  Jefus,  our  Lord,  how  wond'rous  great 
 
 Is  thine  exalted  name! 
 The  glories  of  thy  heav'nly  (late 
 Let  the  whole  tarth  proclaim. 
 
 PSALM   VIII.    ver.  1, 2.  paraphrafed. 
 Firft  part.     Long  Metre. 
 The  ho/anna  of  the  children  ;   or,   Infants  praifmg  Go  J, 
 I     \   LMIGHTY  ruler  of  the  fkies, 
 
 JLx.  Through  the  wide  earth  thy  name  is  fpread, 
 And  thine  eternal  glories  rife 
 
 O'er  all  the  heav'ns  thy  hands  have  made, 
 a  To  thee  the  voices  of  the  young 
 
 Their  founding  notes  of  honor  raife; 
 And  babes  with  uninftrutled  tongue, 
 Declare  the  wonders  of  thy  praife. 
 %  Thy  power  aiTifts  their  tender  age 
 
 To  bring  proud  rebels  to  the  ground, 
 To  flill  the  bold  blafphemer's  rage, 
 And  all  their  policies  confound. 
 
 4  Children  amidft  thy  temple  throng 
 
 To  fee  their  great  Redeemer's  face; 
 The  Son  of  David  is  their  fong, 
 And  loud  hofannas  fill  the  place. 
 
 5  The  frowning  fcribes  and  angry  priefts 
 
 In  vain  their  impious  cavils  bring; 
 Revenge  fits  filent  in  their  breafts, 
 While  Jewiih  babes  proclaim  their  king. 
 
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 PSALM   VIII.    ver.  3,  fcrV.  paraphrafed. 
 
 Second  part.     Long  Metre. 
 Adam  and  Chrijt,   lords  of  the  old  and  r.tiv  creation. 
 
 1  T    ORD,  what  was  man  when  made  at  firft, 
 .1  j  Adam,  the  offspring  of  the  duft, 
 That  thou  mould' it  fet  him  and  his  race 
 
 Eut  juft  below  an  angel's  place  ? 
 
 2  That  thou  mould' ft  raife  his  nature  fo, 
 
 And  make  him  lord  of   all  below, 
 Make  every  beaft  and  bird  fubmit, 
 And  lay  the  fifties  at  his  feet. 
 
 3  But  O  !  what  brighter  glories  wait 
 
 To  crown  the  fecond  Adam's  ftate  ! 
 What  honors  (hall  thy  Son  adorn, 
 Who  condefcended  to  be  born  ? 
 
 4  See  him  below  his  angels  made  ; 
 
 Behold  him  numbered  with  the  dead, 
 To  fave  a  ruin'd  worJd  from  fin  : 
 But  he  (hall  rugn  with  pow'r  divine, 
 
 5  The  world    to  come,  redeem  from  ail 
 
 The  mii'ries  that  attend  the  fall, 
 New-made  and  glorious,  fhall  fubmit 
 At  our  exalted  Saviour's  feet. 
 
 PSALM   IX.    Firft  part.     Common  Metre. 
 Wrath  and  mercy  from  the  judgment  feat. 
 1  TTTlTH  my  whole  heart  I'll  raife  my  fong, 
 V  V     Thy  wonders  I'll  proclaim  ; 
 Thou  fov'reign  judge  of  right  and  wrong 
 Will  put  thy  foes  to  fliame. 
 a  I'll  fing  thy  majefty  and  grace  ; 
 My  God  prepares  bis  throne 
 To  judge  the  world  in  righteoufnefs, 
 And  make  his  vengeance  known. 
 3  Then  fhall  the  Lord  a  refuge  prove 
 For  all  the  poor  opprefs'd  ; 
 To  fave  the  people  of  his  love, 
 And  give  the  weary  reft. 
 
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 4  The  men  that  know  thy  name  will  trufi 
 
 In  thy  abundant  grace  : 
 For  thou  haft  ne'er  forfook  thejuft, 
 Who  humbly  feek  thy  face. 
 
 5  Sing  praifes  to  the  righteous  Lord, 
 
 Who  dwells  on  Zion's  hill, 
 Who  executes  his  threat'ning  word, 
 Whofe  works  his  grace  fulfil. 
 
 PSALM  IX.ver.  12.  Second  part.  Common  Metre. 
 
 The  ivifdom  and  equity  of  Providence . 
 1  "tTTHEN  the  great  Judge,  fupreme  and  juft, 
 VV        Shall  once  enquire  for  blood, 
 The  humble  fouls  that  mourn  in  duft 
 Shall  find  a  faithful  God. 
 4  He  from  the  dreadful  gates  of  death 
 Does  his  own  children  raife  ; 
 In  Zion's  gates,  with  chearful  breath, 
 They  fing  their  Father's  praife. 
 
 3  His  foes  (hall  fall,  with  heedlefs  feet, 
 
 Into  the  pit  they  made ; 
 And  finners  perifh  in  the  net 
 
 That  their  own  hands  have  fpread. 
 
 4  Thus  by  thy  judgment,  mighty  God, 
 
 Are  thy  deep  counfels  known; 
 When  men  of  mifchief  are  deftroy'd 
 In  fnares  that  were  their  own. 
 PAUSE. 
 
 5  The  wicked  fhall  fink  down  to  hell  % 
 
 Thy  wrath  devour  the  lands. 
 That  dare  forget  thee,  or  rebel 
 Againft  thy  known  commands. 
 
 6  Though  faints  to  fore  diftrefs  are  brought, 
 
 And  wait  and  long  complain, 
 'Their  cries  fhall  never  be  forgot, 
 Nor  fhall  their  hopes  be  vain. 
 
 £7  Rife,  great  Redeemer,  from  thy  feat, 
 To  jud^e  and  fave  the  poor  ; 
 Let  nations  tremble  at  thy  feet, 
 And  man  prevail  no  more. 
 
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 t  Thy  thunder  (hall  affright  the  proud, 
 And  put  their  hearts  to  pain, 
 Make  them  confefs  that  thou  art  God, 
 And  they  but  feeble  men.] 
 
 PSALM   X.     Common  Metre. 
 
 Prayer -heard;  and  faints  faved ;   or,  Pride,  atheifm^and 
 OppreJJlon  funijhed. 
 
 For  a  humiliation  day. 
 
 I  TXjTHY  doth  the  Lord  depart  fo  far, 
 W     And  why  conceal  his  face, 
 When  great  calamities  appear, 
 And  times  of  deep  diftrefs  ? 
 a  Lord,  (hall  the  wicked  flill  deride 
 Thy  juflice  and  thy  laws  ? 
 Shall  they  advance  their  heads  in  pride, 
 And  flight  the  righteous  caufe. 
 
 3  They  call  thy  judgments  from  their  fight, 
 
 And  then  infult  the  poor  ; 
 They  boafl:  in  their  exalted  height, 
 That  they  mail  fall  no  more. 
 
 4  Arife,  0  God,  lift  up  thine  hand» 
 
 Attend  our  humble  cry  ; 
 No  enemy  lhall  dare  to  fland 
 When  God  afcends  on  high. 
 
 PAUSE. 
 
 5  Why  do  the  men  of  malice  rage, 
 
 And  fay  with  fooliih  pride, 
 *'  The  God  of  Heav'n  will  ne'er  engage 
 "  To  fight  on  Zion's  fide." 
 
 6  But  thou  for  ever  art  our  Lord, 
 
 And  pow'rful  is  thine  hand, 
 As  when  the  heathens  felt  thy  fword, 
 And  periuYd  from  thy  land. 
 
 7  Thou  wilt  prepare  our  hearts  to  pray, 
 
 And  caufe  thine  ear  to  hear; 
 Accept  the  vows  thy  children  pay, 
 
 And  free  thy  faints  from  fear.  A  4 
 
8  Proud  tyrants  fhall  no  more  opprefs, 
 No  more  defpife  the  juft  ; 
 Alid  mighty  Tinners  (hall  confefs 
 They  are  but  earth  and  duft. 
 
 PSALM    XI.     Long  Metre. 
 Cod  loves  the  righteous,   and  hates  the  wicked, 
 
 %  1VT Y  refuge  is  the  God  of  love'     '  ^<rUuL ' u :  *  *' 
 
 JLVJL  Why  do  my  foes  infult  and  cry, 
 *'   Fly  like  a  timorous  trembling  dove, 
 
 "  To  diflant  woods  or  mountains  fly." 
 &  If  government  be  once  deftroy'd, 
 
 (This  firm  foundation  of  our  peace) 
 And  violence  make  juftice  void, 
 
 Where  fhall  the  righteous  feek  redrefs. 
 $  The  Lord  in  heav'n  has  fix'd  his  throne, 
 
 H's  eye  furveys  the  world  below  • 
 To  him  all  mortal  things  are  known, 
 
 His  eye-lids  fearch  our  fpirits  through. 
 
 4  If  he  afflicts  his  faints  fo  far, 
 
 To  prove  their  love,  and  try  their  grace, 
 What  may  the  bold  tranfgreiTors  fear  ? 
 His  foul  abhors  their  wicked  ways. 
 
 5  On  impious  wretches  he  fhall  rain 
 
 Sulphureous  flames  of  wading  death. 
 Such  as  he  kindled  on  the  plain 
 Of  Sodom,  with  his  angry  breath. 
 
 6  The  righteous  Lord  loves  righteous  fouls, 
 
 Whofe  thoughts  and  actions  are  fincere. 
 And  with  a  gracious  eye  beholds 
 The  men  that  his  own  image  bear. 
 
 PSALM    XII.     Long  Metre. 
 c£hc  j.unts  fafeiy  and  lope,  in  evil  times  ;   or,   Stmt  of  tie 
 
 tongue  complained  of,   viz.  blafphemy,  falfhood,  &C 
 I      A    LMIGHTY  God  appear  and  lave  ! 
 jfA.   For  vice  and  vanity  prevail  i 
 The  godly  perifh  in  the  grave, 
 The  juit  depart,  the  faithful  fall. 
 
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 2-  The  whole  difcourfe,  when  crouds  are  met, 
 Is  fill'd  with  trifles  loofe  and  vain  ; 
 Their  lips  are  flattery  and  deceit, 
 And  their  proud  language  is  profane* 
 •5  But  lips  that  with  deceit  abound, 
 
 Shall  not  maintain  their  triumph  long  5 
 The  God  of  vengeance  will  confound 
 The  flattering  and  biafpheming  tongue. 
 
 4  "  Yet  (hall  our  words  be  free,  they  cry  ; 
 
 "  Our  tongues  fhall  be  eontroul'd  by  none  ? 
 "  Where  is  the  Lord  will  afk  us  why  ? 
 "  Or  fay  our  lips  are  not  our  own/' 
 
 5  The  Lord  who  fees  the  poor  opprefs'd, 
 
 And  hears  th'  opprefTor's  haughty  ftrain, 
 Will  rife  to  give  his  children  reft, 
 Nor  fhall  they  truft  his  word  in  vain. 
 
 6  Thy  word,  O  Lord,  though  often  try'd, 
 
 Void  of  deceit  (hall  ftill  appear  ; 
 Not  filver,  fev'n  times  purify' d 
 
 From  drofs  and  mixture,  mine  fo  clear. 
 
 7  Thy  grace  fhall  in  the  darkeft  hour 
 
 Defend  from  danger  and  furprife  ; 
 Though,  when  the  vileft  men  have  power, 
 On  every  fide  opprefTors  rife. 
 
 PSALM    XII.     Common  Metre. 
 "Complaint   of  a  general  corruption  of  manners  ;   or,    The 
 
 promife  and  figns  of  Cbrih's  coming  to  judgment. 
 I  TTELP,  Lord,  for  men  of  virtue  fail, 
 XX  Religion  lofes  ground; 
 The  fons  of  violence  prevail, 
 And  treacheries  abound. 
 a  Their  oaths  and  promifes  they  break, 
 Yet  aft  the  flat'rer's  part ; 
 With  fair  deceitful  lips  they  ipeak, 
 And  with  a  double  heart. 
 3  If  we  reprove  fome  hateful  lie, 
 They  fcorn  our  faithful  word  : 
 "  Are  not  our  lips  our  own  they  cry, 
 "  And  who  fhall  be  our  Lord  &? 
 
4  Scoffers  appear  on  ev'ry  fide, 
 
 Where  a  vile  race  of  men 
 Is  rais'd  to  feats  of  povv'r  and  pride, 
 And  bears  the  fvvord  in  vain. 
 PAUSE. 
 
 5  Lord,  when  iniquities  abound, 
 
 And  blafphemy  grows  bold, 
 When  faith  is  rarely  to  be  found, 
 And  love  is  waxen  cold  ; 
 
 6  Is  not  thy  chariot  hafPning  on  ? 
 
 Haft  thou  not  given  the  fign  ? 
 May  we  not  trufi  and  live  upon 
 A  promife  fo  divine  ? 
 
 7  "  Yes,  faith  the  Lord,  now  will  I  rife, 
 
 "  And  make  the  oppreiTors  flee  ; 
 "  I  fhall  appear  to  their  furprife, 
 
 "  And  fet  my  fervants  free/' 
 2  Thy  word,  like  filver  fev'n  times  try'd, 
 
 Through  ages  fhall  endure  ; 
 The  men  that  in  thy  truth  confide 
 
 Shall  find  thy  promife  fure. 
 
 PSALM   XIII.     Common  Metre. 
 Complaint  under  the  temptation  of  the  devil. 
 I  TTOW  long  wilt  thou  conceal  thy  face  I 
 XTX  My  God,  how  long  delay  ? 
 When  fhall  I  feel  thofe  heav'nly  rays 
 That  chafe  my  fears  away  ? 
 a  How  long  fhall  my  poor  laboring  foul 
 Wreftle  and  toil  in  vain? 
 Thy  word  can  all  my  foes  controul, 
 And  eafe  my  raging  pain. 
 
 3  See  how  the  prince  of  darknefs  tries 
 
 All  his  malicious  arcs; 
 He  fpreads  a  mift  around  mine  eyes 
 And  throws  his  fiery  darts. 
 
 4  Be  thou  my  fun,  and  thou  my  fhield, 
 
 My  foul  in  fafety  keep  : 
 Make  hafte,  before  mine  eyes  are  feal'd 
 In  deatk's  eternal  fleep. 
 
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 5  How  would  the  tempter  boaft  aloud 
 
 Should  I  become  his  prey  ! 
 Behold  the  fons  of  hell  grow  proud 
 To  fee  thy  long  delay. 
 
 6  But  they  (hall  fly  at  thy  rebuke, 
 
 And  Satan  hide  his  head  ; 
 He  knows  the  terrors  of  thy  look. 
 And  hears  thy  voice  with  dread. 
 *)  Thou  wilt  difplay  that  fov'reign  grace 
 Whence  all  my   comfort  fpring  t 
 I  fhall  employ  my  lips  in  praife, 
 And  thy  falvation  fing. 
 
 PSALM  XIV.     Firftpart*     Common  Metre, 
 By  nature  all  men  are  Jinners. 
 
 I  T71OOLS,  in  their  hearts,  believe  and  fay, 
 X?    "  That  all  religion's  vain, 
 "   There  is  no  God  that  reigns  on  high, 
 "Or  minds  th'  affairs  of  men." 
 a  From  thoughts  fo  dreadful  and  profane s 
 Corrupt  difcourfe  proceeds; 
 And  in  their  impious  hands  are  found 
 Abominable  deeds. 
 
 3  The  Lord,  from  his  celeftial  throne, 
 
 Look'd  down  on  things  below, 
 To  find  the  man  that  fought  his  grace, 
 Or  did  his  juftice  know. 
 
 4  By  nature  all  are  gone  aftray, 
 
 Their  practice  all  the  fame  ; 
 There's  none  that  fear5~his  Maker's  hand3 
 There's  none  that  loves  his  name. 
 
 5  Their  tongues  are  us'd  to  fpeak  deceit, 
 
 Their  (landers  never  ceafe  ; 
 How  fwift  to  mifchief  are  their  feet ! 
 Nor  know  the  paths  of  peace. 
 
 6  Such  feeds  of  fin  (that  bitter  root) 
 
 In  ev'ry  heart  are  found  ; 
 Nor  can  they  bear  diviner  fruit, 
 'Till  grace  refine  the  ground. 
 
43  PSALM    S. 
 
 PSALM    XIV.     Second  Part.  Common  Metre. 
 
 The  folly  of  perfecutors. 
 I      A   RE  flnners  now  fo  fenfelefs  grown 
 jLJL  That  they  the  faints  devour? 
 And  never  worlhip  at  thy  throne, 
 Nor  fear  thine  awful  pow'r  ? 
 S  Great  God,  appear  to  their  furprife  ; 
 Reveal  thy  dreadful  name  ; 
 Let  them  no  more  thy  wrath  defpife, 
 Nor  turn  our  hope  to  fhame. 
 
 3  Dolt  thou  not  dwell  among  the  juft  ? 
 
 And  yet  our  foes  deride, 
 That  we  fhould  make  thy  name  our  truft 
 Great  God,  confound  their  pride. 
 
 4  O  that  the  joyful  day  were  come 
 
 To  finifh  our  diftrefs  ! 
 When  God  fhall  bring  his  children  home 
 Our  fongs  fhall  never  ceafe. 
 
 PSALM    XV,     Common  Metre. 
 
 Characters  of  a  faint,  or  a  citizen  of  Zion  ;   or,   The  qua- 
 lif  cations  of  a  Gbrifian* 
 
 i  \yho  foa11  inhabit  ir>  thy  nill> 
 
 O  God  of  holinefs  ? 
 Whom  will  the  Lord  admit  to  dwell 
 So  near  his  throne   of  grace  ? 
 a  The  man  that  walks  in  pious  ways, 
 And  works  with  righteous  bands  : 
 That  trulls  his  Maker's  promis'd  grace, 
 And  follows  his  commands. 
 
 3  He  fpeaks  the  meaning  of  his  heart, 
 
 Nor  (landers  with  his  tongue  : 
 Will  fcarce  believe  an  ill  report, 
 Nor  do  his  neighbour  wrong. 
 
 4  The  wealthy  finners  he  contemns, 
 
 Loves  all  that  fear  the  Lord  ; 
 And  though  to  his  own  hurt  he  fwears, 
 Still  he  performs  his  word. 
 
PSALMS.  41 
 
 5  His  hands  difdains  a  golden  bribe, 
 And  never  wrong  the  poor  : 
 This  man  fhall  dwell  with  God  on  earth 
 And  find  his  heav'n  fecure. 
 
 PSALM    XV.     Long  Metre. 
 
 Religion  andjujlice,  goodnefs  and  truth  ;    or,  duties  to  God 
 and  man  ;    or,    The  qualifications  of  a  Cbrijliati. 
 
 I  "YyHO  (hall  afcend  thy  heavenly  place, 
 
 Great  God  and  dwell  before  thy  face  ? 
 The  man  that  minds  religion  now, 
 And  humbly  walks  with  God  below, 
 a  Whofe  hands  are  pure,  whofe  heart  is  clean  ; 
 Whofe  lips  ftill  fpeak  the  thing  they  mean  ; 
 No  (landers  dwell  upon  his  tongue  : 
 He  hates  to  do  his  neighbour  wrongs 
 [3  Scarce  will  he  truft  an  ill  report, 
 
 Or  vent  it  to  his  neighbour's  hurt : 
 Sinners  of  iiate  he  can  defpife, 
 
 But  faints  are  honour' d  in  his  eyes.} 
 [4  Firm  to  his  word  he  ever  flood, 
 
 And  always  makes  his  promife  good  : 
 Nor  dares  to  change  the  thing  he  fwears 
 Whatever  pain  or  lofs  he  bears.] 
 [5  He  never  deals  in  bribing  gold  ; 
 
 And  mourns  that  juftice  fhould  be  fold: 
 While  others  fcorn  and  wrong  the  poor, 
 Sweet  Charity  attends  his  door.] 
 
 6  He  loves  his  enemies,  and  prays 
 
 For  thofe  that  curfe  him  to  his  face  ; 
 And  doth  to  all  men  frill  the  fame 
 
 That  he  would  hope  or  wifh  from  thera* 
 
 7  Yet,  when  his  holieft  v/orks  are  done, 
 
 His  foul  depends  on  grace  alone  : 
 This  is  the  man  thy  face  fhall  fee, 
 And  dwell  for  ever,  Lord,  with  thee, 
 
43  r    a    a    jl.    wi    5. 
 
 PSALM    XVI.     Firft  Part.     Long  Metre. 
 
 Confejfion  of  our  poverty,    and  faints  the  bef  company;   01 
 Good  ivorks  profit  men,  not  God. 
 
 I   TJRESERVE  me,  Lord,  in  time  of  need, 
 X      For  fuccour  to  thy  throne  I  flee, 
 But  have  no  merits  there  to  plead  ; 
 My  goodnefs- cannot  reach  to  thee. 
 1  Oft  have  my  heart  and  tongue  confefs'd. 
 How  empty  and  how  poor  I  am  : 
 My  praife  can  never  make  thee  blefs'd, 
 Nor  add  new  glories  to  thy  name. 
 
 3  Yet,  Lord,  thy  faints  on  earth  may  reap 
 
 Some  profit  by  the  good  we  do; 
 Thefe  are  the  company  I  keep, 
 
 Thefe  are  the  choice!!  friends  I  know. 
 
 4  Let  others  chufe  the  foris  of  mirth 
 
 To  give  a  relilh  to  their  wine, 
 I  love  the  men  of  heav'nly  birth, 
 
 Whofc  thoughts  and  language  are  divine. 
 
 PSALM    XVI.     Second  part.     Long  Metre.. 
 Cbrijl's  all-fujficlency. 
 
 I   TTOW  faft  their  guilt  and  forrows  rife, 
 JLjL  Who  hafte  to  feek  fome  idol-god ! 
 1  will  not  tafte  their  facrifice, 
 
 Their  offerings  of  forbidden  blood. 
 %  My  God  provides  a  richer  cup, 
 And  nobler  food  to  live  upon; 
 He,  for  my  life,  has  offered  up 
 Jefus  his  beft-bcloved  Son. 
 
 3  His  love  is  my  perpetual  feaft  ; 
 
 By  day  his  counfels  guide  me  right : 
 I    And  he  his  name  for  ever  blefs'd 
 
 Who  gives  me  fweet  advice  by  night. 
 
 4  I  fet  him  flill  before  mine  eyes  ; 
 
 At  my  right  hand  he  (lands  preparM 
 To  keep  my  foul  from  all  furprife, 
 And  be  my  ererlafting  guard. 
 
P    5    A   £    M    S.  43 
 
 PSALM    XVI.     Third  Part.     Long  Metre. 
 Conrave   in   death,     and  hope   of  the   refurreciion, 
 I  "TT7"HEN  God  is  nigh,  my  faith  isftrong, 
 VV     His  arm  is  my  almighty  prop  : 
 Be  glad,  rny  heart  rejoice,  my  tongue, 
 My  dying  flefh  (hall  reft  in  hope. 
 S  Though  in  the  duft  I  lay  my  head, 
 
 Yet,  gracious  God,  thou  wilt  not  leave 
 My  foul  for  ever  with  the  dead, 
 Nor  lofe  thy  children  in  the  grave. 
 
 3  My  flefh  fhall  thy  firft  call  obey, 
 
 Shake  off  the  duft,  and  rife  on  high  ; 
 Then  (halt  thou  lead  the  wond'rous  way 
 Up  to  the  throne  above  the  fky. 
 
 4  There  ftreams  of  endlefs  pleafure  flow ; 
 
 And  full  difcoveries  of  thy  grace 
 (Which  we  have  tafted  here  below) 
 
 Spread  heavenly  joys  through  all  the  place. 
 
 PSALM  XVI.  ver.  i.— 8.     Firft  part. 
 Common  Metre. 
 
 Support  and  counfel  from  God  ^without  merit. 
 i    Q AVE  me,   O  Lord,  from  ev'ry  foe; 
 O     In  thee  my  truft  I  place, 
 Though  all  the  good  that  I  can  do 
 Can  ne'er  deferve  thy  grace ; 
 a  Yet  if  my  God  prolong  my  breath, 
 The  faints  may  ftill  rejoice, 
 The  faints,  the  gbry  of  the  earth, 
 The  people  of  my  choice. 
 
 3  Let  heathens  to  their  idols  hafte, 
 
 And  worfhip  wood  or  frone ; 
 But  my  delightful  lot  is  caft 
 Where  the  true  God  is  known. 
 
 4  His  hand  provides  my  conftant  food, 
 
 He  fills  my  daily  cup  ; 
 Much  am  I  pleas'd  with  prefent  good> 
 But  more  rejoice  in  hope. 
 
I 
 
 44  PSALMS. 
 
 5  God  is  my  portion  and  my  joy  ; 
 
 His  counfels  are  my  light  : 
 He  gives  me  iweet  advice  by  day, 
 And  gentle  hints  by  night. 
 
 6  My  foul  uould  all  her  thoughts  approve 
 
 To  his  all-feting  eye  ; 
 Not  death  nor  hell  my  hope  fhall  move 
 While  fuch  a  friend  is  nigh. 
 
 PSALM    XVI.     Second  Part.     Common  Metre. 
 The  death  and  refurreciion  of  Chriji. 
 SET  the  Lord  before  my  face. 
 He  beais  my  courage  up  ; 
 "  My  heart,  my  congue  their  joys  exprefs, 
 "   My  flefh  (hall  reft  in  hope, 
 a  "  My  fpirit,  Lord,  thou  wilt  not  leave 
 "  Where  fouls  departed  are  ; 
 "  Nor  quit  my  body  to  the  grave 
 "  To  fee  corruption  there. 
 3  "  Thou  wilt  reveal  the  path  of  life, 
 "  And  raife  me  to  thy  throne, 
 "  Thy  courts  immortal  pleafure  give, 
 "  Thy  prefence  joys  unknown." 
 £4  Thus  in  the  name  of  Chrift  the  Lord, 
 The  holy  David  fung, 
 And  providence  fulfils  the  word 
 Of  his  prophetic  tongue. 
 if  Jefus,  whom  every  faint  adores, 
 Was  crucify'd  and  (lain  ; 
 Behold  the  tomb  its  prey  reftores, 
 Behold  he  lives  again. 
 6  When  fhall  my  feet  arife  and  fland 
 On  heav'n's  eternal  hills? 
 There  fits  the  San  at  God's  right  hand, 
 And  '.here  the  Father  fmiles.] 
 
PSALMS.  45 
 
 PSALM    XVII,    ver.  13,   &e.     Short  Metre. 
 
 Portion  of  faints   and  ftnners ;   or,  Hope  and  defpair  in 
 death. 
 
 I     A   RISE,  my  gracious  God, 
 JLJl  And  make  the  wicked  flee  ; 
 They  are  but  tr  y  chaftifing  rod 
 To  drive  thy  faints  to  ihee. 
 %  Behold  the  firmer  dies. 
 
 His  haugnty  words  arevain'; 
 Here  in  his  life  thispleaiure  liesv 
 And  all  beyond  is  pain. 
 
 3  Then  let  his  pride  advance, 
 
 And  boaft:  of  all  his  ftose ; 
 The  Lord  is  my  inheritance, 
 My  foul  can  wiin  no  more. 
 
 4  I  fhall  behold  the  face 
 
 Of  my  forgiving  God  ; 
 And  ftand  complete  in  righteoufnefs, 
 Walh'd  in  my  Saviour's  blood. 
 
 5  There's  a  new  heav'n  begun 
 
 When  I  awake  fr@m  death, 
 
 Dreft  in  the  likenefs  of  thy  Son, 
 
 And  draw  immortal  breath. 
 
 PSALM    XVII.     Long  Metre. 
 
 The  fwner' s  portion  and  faints  hope;   or,   The  heaven  of 
 feparate  fouls,    and  the  refurreSiion. 
 
 1  T    ORD,  lam  thine;  but  thou  wilt  prove 
 .Lj  My  faith,  my  patience  and  my  love ; 
 When  men  of  fpite  againft  me  join, 
 They  are  the  fword,  the  hand  is  thine. 
 
 2  Their  hope  and  portion  lie  below ; 
 'Tis  all  the  happinefs  they  know, 
 
 'Tis  all  they  feek  ;  they  take  their  fhares; 
 And  leave  the  reft  among  their  heirs. 
 
 3  What  finners  vain?,  I  refign  ; 
 Lord,  'tis  enough  that  thou  art  mine  : 
 I  (hall  behold  thy  blifsful  face, 
 
 And  ftand  complete  in  righteoufnefs. 
 
^6  *   *    A    L    M    S. 
 
 4  This  life's  a  dream,  an  empty  fhow; 
 But  the  bright  world,  to  which  I  go, 
 Hath  joys  iubftantial  and  fincere  ; 
 When  (hall  I  wake  and  find  me  there  ? 
 
 5  O  glorious  hour !  O  bled  abode  ! 
 I  (hall  be  near,  and  like  my  God ; 
 And  fiefh  and  fin  no  more  controul 
 The  facred  pleafures  of  the  faul. 
 
 6  My  flefh  (hall  flumber  in  the  ground, 
 Till  the  laft  trumpet's  joyful  found  : 
 Then  bnrft  the  chains  with  fweet  furprife 
 
 And  in  my  Saviour'?,  image  rife. 
 
 PSALM     XVIII.     ver.   1—9,  ij— 18 
 
 Firft  part.     Long  Metre. 
 
 Deliverance  from  Jefpair  ;    or,  Temptation  overcome* 
 I   npHEE  will  I  love,  O  Lord  my  ft  length, 
 
 X      My  rock,  my  tower,  my  high  defence  ; 
 I    Thy  mighty  arm  (hall  be  my  truft, 
 
 For  I  have  found  lalvation  thence. 
 1  I}eath}j  and  the  terrors  of  the  grave 
 
 Stood  round  me  with  their  diimal  fhade, 
 While  floods  of  high  temptations  rofe, 
 And  made  my  linKing  foul  afraid. 
 $   I  faw  the  opening  gates  of  hell 
 
 With  endlefs  pains  and  forrows  there, 
 (Which  none  but  they  that  feel  can  tell) 
 While  I  was  hurry* d  to  defpair. 
 
 4  In  my  diftrefs  I  calfd  my  God, 
 
 When  I  could  fcarce  believe  him  mine  ; 
 He  bow'd  his  ear  to  my  complaint ; 
 And  prav'd  his  laving  grace  divine. 
 [5   With  fpeed  he  flew  to  my  relief, 
 As  on  a  cherub's  wing  he  rode  ; 
 Awful,  and  oright  as  lightening,  /hone 
 The  face  of  my  deliverer  God. 
 6  Temptations  fled  at  his  rebuke, 
 
 The  blaft  of  his  almighty  breath  : 
 He  fent  falvation  from  on  high, 
 And  drew  me  from  the  deeps  of  death.  J 
 
PSALMS.  47 
 
 7  Great  were  my  fears,  my  fees  were  great, 
 
 Much  was  their  ftrength,  and  more  their  rage  ; 
 Bui  Chrift,  my  Lord,  is  conqu'ror  (till 
 In  all  the  wars  the  proud  can  wage. 
 
 8  My  fong  forever  (hall  record 
 
 That  terrible,  that  joyful  hour ; 
 And  give  the  glory  to  the  Lord 
 Due  to  his  mercy  and  his  power. 
 PSALM  XVIII.  v.  ao,  a6.  Long  Metre.  Second  par;» 
 
 Sincerity  proved  and  rewarded. 
 I  TORD  thou  haft  feen  my  foul  fin  cere, 
 
 Haft  made  thy  truth  and  love  appeal ; 
 Before  mine  eyes  I  fet  thy  laws, 
 And  thou  haft  own'd  my  righteous  caufe. 
 a  Since  I  have  learn' d  thy  holy  ways, 
 I've  walked  upright  before  thy  face  : 
 Or  if  my  feet  did  e'er  depart, 
 Thy  love  reclaimed  my  wandering  heart. 
 
 3  What  fore  temptations  broke  my  reft  ! 
 What  wars  and  ftrugglings  in  my  breaft! 
 
 But  through  thy  grace  that  reigns  within,  ,     ■    • 
 I  guard  agsinft  my  darling  fin. 
 
 4  That  fin  that  clofe  befets  me  ftill, 
 That  works  ind  ftrives  againft  my  will^ 
 When  fhall  thy  Spirit's  fov'reign  power 
 Deftroy  it,  that  it  rife  no  more. 
 
 5  With  an  impartial  hand,  the  Lord 
 Deals  out  to  mortals  their  reward: 
 The  kind  and  faithful  fouls  fhall  find 
 A  God  as  faithful  and  as  kind. 
 
 6  And  men  that  love  revenge  fhall  know, 
 God  harh  an  arm  of  vengeance  too. 
 The  ,uft  and  pure,  fhall  ever  fay, 
 
 Thou  art  more  pure,  more  juft  |han  they. 
 PSALM    XVIII.  ver.  30,  3r,  34,  35,  46,  (ft. 
 Third  part.     Long  Metre. 
 Rejoicing  in  God ;  or,    Salvation  and  triumph. 
 I    TUST  are  thy  ways,  and  true  thy  word, 
 J      Great  Rock  of  my  fecure  abode : 
 Who  is  a  God  befide  the  Lord  ? 
 Or  where's  a  refuge  like  eur  God  I 
 
4?  PSALM    8, 
 
 2  'Tis  he  that  girds  me  with  his  might, 
 
 Gives  me  his  holy  fword  to  wield  : 
 And  while  with  fin  and  hell  I  fight, 
 Spreads  his  falvation  for  my  fhield. 
 
 3  He  lives,  and  hleffings  crown  his  reign, 
 
 The  God  of  my  falvation  lives, 
 The  dark  defigns  of  hell  are  vain  ; 
 
 While  heavenly  peace  my  Father  gives, 
 
 4  Before  the  fcoffers  of  the  age, 
 
 I  will  exalt  my  Father's  name, 
 Nor  tremble  at  their  mighty  rage, 
 
 But  meet  reproach,  and  bear  the  fhanre. 
 
 5  To  David  and  his  rcyal  feed 
 
 Thy  grace  for  ever  mall  extend; 
 Thy  love  to  faints,  in  Chrift  their  head, 
 Knows  not  a  limit,  nor  an  end. 
 
 PSALM    XVIII.    Firft  part.    Common  Metre. 
 KiSiory  and  triumph  ever  temporal  enemies. 
 I  T'V/'E  love  thee,  Lord,  and  we  adore, 
 VV     Now  is  thine  arm  reveal'd; 
 Thou  art  oui  ftrength,  our  heav'nly  tow'r, 
 Our  bulwark,  and  our  (hield. 
 1  We  fly  to  our  eternal  Rock, 
 And  find  a  fure  defence ; 
 His  holy  name  our  lips  invoke, 
 And  draw  falvation  thence. 
 o  When  God  our  leader  fhines  in  arms. 
 What  mortal  heart  can  bear 
 The  thunder  of  his  loud  alarms  ? 
 The  lightening  of  his  fpear  ? 
 4  He  rides  upon  the  winged  wind, 
 And  angels  in  array, 
 In  millions,  wail  to  know  his  mind, 
 And,  fwift  as  flames,  obey. 
 
 ^  He  fpeaks,  and  at  his  fierce  rebuke  . 
 Whole  armies  are  difmay'd; 
 His  voice,  his  frown,  his  angry  look, 
 Strikes  all  their  courage  dead. 
 
PSALMS.  49 
 
 6  He  forms  our  gen'rals  for  the  field, 
 
 With  all  their  dreadful  fkill ; 
 Gives  them  his  awful  fword  to  wield, 
 And  makes  their  hearts  of  fteel. 
 
 7  Oft  has  the  Lord  whole  nations  blefs'd, 
 
 For  his  own  church's  fake  ; 
 
 The  pow'rs  that  give  his  people  reft 
 
 Shall  of  his  cave  partake. 
 
 PSALM  XVIII.    Second  part.  Common  Metre. 
 
 The  conqueror7 s  fong* 
 
 I  rTX)  thine  almighty  arm  we  owe 
 J_    The  triumphs  of  the  day  ; 
 Thy  terrors,  Lord,  confound  the  foe, 
 And  melt  their  ftrength  away. 
 a  'Tis  by  thy  aid  our  troops  prevail, 
 And  break  united  pow'rs  ; 
 Or  burn  their  boafted  fleets,  or  fcale 
 The  proudeft  of  their  tow'rs. 
 
 3  How  have  we  chas'd  them  through  the  field, 
 
 And  trod  them  to  the  ground, 
 While  thy  falvation  was  our  ihield, 
 But  they  no  ihelter  found  ! 
 
 4  In  vain  to  idol  faints  they  cry, 
 
 And  perifhin  their  blood; 
 Where  is  a  rock  fo  greit,  fohigh, 
 So  powerful,  as  our  God. 
 
 5  The  God  of  Ifrael  ever  Jives, 
 
 His  name  be  ever  blefs'd  ; 
 
 'Tis  his  own  arm  the  vicVry  gives, 
 
 And  gives  his  people  reft. 
 
 PSALM    XIX.     Firft  part.     Short  Metre. 
 
 The  book  of  Nature  and  Scripture. 
 
 For  a  Lord's  Day  morning. 
 I  "DEHOLD  the  lofty  flty 
 Xj  Declares  its  maker  God, 
 And  all  the  ftarry  works  on  high 
 Proclaim  his  pow'r  abroad. 
 
50  #  S   A    L    M    8. 
 
 a  The  darknefs  and  the  light 
 
 Sail  keep  their  courfe  the  fame  : 
 While  night,  to  day,  and  day  to  night, 
 Divinely  teach  his  name. 
 
 3  In  ev'ry  different  land 
 
 Their  gen'rai  voice  is  known  ; 
 They  mew  the  wonders  of  his  hand, 
 And  orders  of  his  throne. 
 
 4  Ye  Chriftian  lands  rejoice  : 
 
 Here  he  reveals  his  word  ; 
 We  are  not  left  to  Naturf/s  voice 
 To  bid  us  know  the  Lord. 
 
 5  His  ftatutes  and  commands 
 
 Are  fet  before  your  eyes, 
 He  puts  his  Gofpel  in  our  hands, 
 Where  our  falvation  lies. 
 
 6  His  laws  are  juft  and  pure, 
 
 His  truth  Without  deceit, 
 His  promifesfor  ever  fine, 
 And  his  rewards  are  great. 
 6  Not  honey  to  the  talte 
 
 Affords  10  much  delight ; 
 Nor  gold  that  has  tin  furnace  pafs'd 
 So  much  allures  the  fight. 
 f  While  of  thy  works  I  fing, 
 Tny  glory  to  proclaim, 
 Accept  the  praiie,   my  God,  my  King, 
 In  my  Redeemer's  name. 
 PSALM     XIX.     Second  part.     Short  Metre. 
 Cod's   ivordrrOfr  excellent :   QT,  Sincerity  and  ivatchfulltefs* 
 
 For  a  Lord's  day  morning. 
 I  T>EHOLD  the  morning  fun 
 .J3   Begins  his  .glorious  way  ; 
 His  beams  through  all  the  nations  rim, 
 And  life  and  light  convey. 
 3  But  where  the  gofpel  comes, 
 It  fpreads  diviner  light, 
 It  calls  dead  finners  from  their  tombs', 
 And  gives  the  blind  their  fight. 
 
PSALMS.  5t 
 
 3  How  perfect  is  thy  word  ! 
 
 And  all  thy  judgments  juft  ; 
 For  ever  fure  thy  promiie,  Lor  1, 
 And  men  fecurely  truft. 
 
 4  My  gracious  God,  how  plain 
 
 Are  thy  directions  giv'n  ? 
 O  mav  I  never  read  in  vain,         s 
 Bat  find  the  path  to  heaVftl 
 PAUSE 
 
 5  I  heard  thy  word  with  love, 
 
 And  I  would  fain  obey  ; 
 Send  thy  good  Spirit  from  above 
 To  guide  me    left  I  ftray.    . 
 
 6  O  who  can  ever  find 
 
 The  errors  of  his  ways  ? 
 Yet,  with  a  bold  prefumptuous  mind, 
 I  would  not  dare  tranfgrefs. 
 
 7  Warn  me  of  ev'ry  fin, 
 
 Forgive  my  fecret  faults, 
 And  cleanfe  this  guilty  foul  of  mine, 
 Whofe  crimes  exceed  my  thoughts. 
 S  While,  with  my  heart  and  tongue, 
 I  fpread  thy  praife  abroad  ; 
 Accept  the  worlhip  and  the  fong, 
 My  Saviour,  and  my  God. 
 
 PSALM  XIX.     Long  Metre. 
 The  Books  of  nature,    and  fcripture  co?npared ;   or,   The 
 
 glory  and  fuccefs   of  the  gofpel. 
 I   HHHE  heavens  declare  thy  glory,  Lord* 
 _  JL     In  every  ftar  thy  goodnefs  (nines ; 
 But  when  our  eyes  behold  thy  word, 
 We  read  thy  name  in  fairer  lines. 
 a  The  rolling  fun,  the  changing  light, 
 
 And  nights  and  days  thy  power  confefs; 
 But  the  bleft  volume  thou  haft  writ, 
 Reveals  thy  juftice  and  thy  grace. 
 3  Sun,  moon  and  ftars  convey  thy  praife 
 
 Round  the  whole  earth,  and  never  ftandj 
 So  when  thy  truth  began  its  race, 
 It  touch* d  and  glanc'd  oh  every  land. 
 
5&  PSALMS. 
 
 4  Nor  fhall  thy  fpreading  gofpel  reft 
 
 Till  through  the  world  thy  truth  has  run; 
 Till  Chrift  has  all  the  nations  bleft, 
 That  fee  the  light,  or  feel  the  fun. 
 
 5  Great  Sun  of  righteoufnefs,  arife, 
 
 Blefs  the  dark  world  with  heavenly  light  ; 
 Thy  gofpel  makes  the  fimple  wife, 
 
 Thy  laws  are  pure,  thy  judgments  right. 
 
 6  Thy  nobleft  wonders  here  we  view, 
 
 In  fouls  renew* d  and  fins  forgiv*n, 
 Lord,  cleanfe  my  fins,  my  foul  renew, 
 And  make  thy  word  my  guide  to  heav'n. 
 
 PSALM  XIX.     To  the  tune  of  the  113th  Pfiilm. 
 
 The  book  of  nature  and  fcripture. 
 I  /^>IREAT  God,  the  heav'ns  well  ordered  frame 
 VJT  Declare  the  glories  of  thy  name  : 
 
 There  thy  rich  works  of  wonder  fhine, 
 A  thou  fan  d  ftarry  beauties  there, 
 A  thoufand  radiant  marks  appear 
 
 Of  boundlefs  pow'r,  and  fkill  divine. 
 %  From  night  to  day,  from  dav  to  niaht, 
 The  dawning  and  the  dying  light, 
 -lr Llarmes  ol '  heav'nly  wifdom  read  ; 
 With  fiient  eloquence  they  raife 
 Our  thoughts  to  our  Creator's  praife, 
 ^  And  neither  found  nor  language  need. 
 
 3  Yet  their  divine  inftrucnons  run 
 Far  as  the  journeys  of  the  fun, 
 
 And  ev'ry  nation  knows  their  voice. 
 The  fun,  like  fome  young  bridegroom  dreft, 
 Breaks  from  the  chambers  of  the  eaft. 
 
 Rolls  round,  and  makes  the  earth  rejoice. 
 
 4  Where'er  he  fpreads  his  beams  abroad, 
 He  fmiles  and  freaks  his  maker  God  ; 
 
 Ail  nature  joins  to  (hew  thy  praife  : 
 Thus  Cod  in  ev'ry  creature  fhines; 
 Fair  as  the  book  of  nature's  lines,' 
 
 But  fairer  in  the  book  of  grace. 
 
PSALMS.  S3 
 
 c  I  love  the  volumes  of  thy  word; 
 
 What  light  and  joy  thofe  leaves  afford 
 
 To  fouls  benighted  and  diftreft! 
 Thy  precepts  guide  my  doubtful  way, 
 Thy  fear  forbids  my  feet  to  (tray, 
 
 Thy  promhe  leads  my  heart  to  reft. 
 
 6  From  the  difcoveries  of  thy  law 
 The  perfect  rules  of  life  1  draw  : 
 
 Thefe  are  my  ftudy  and  delight ; 
 Not  honey  fo  invites  the  tafte, 
 Nor  gold  that  hath  the  furnace  paft, 
 
 Appears  fopleafing  to  the  fight. 
 
 7  Thy  threat'nings  wake  my  (lumbering  eyes, 
 And  warn  me  where  my  danger  lies; 
 
 But  'tis  thy  blefTed  gofpel,  Lord, 
 That  makes  my  guilty  confcience  clean, 
 Converts  my  foul,  fubdues  my  fin, 
 
 And  gives  a  free,  but  large  reward. 
 
 8  Who  knows  the  errors  of  bis  thoughts! 
 My  God,  forgive  my  fecret  faults, 
 
 And  from  preiumpcuous  fins  reflrain; 
 Accept  my  poor  attempts  of  praife, 
 That  I  have  read  thy  book  of  grace, 
 
 And  book  of  nature,  not  in  vain. 
 
 PSALM    XX.     Long  Metre, 
 
 Prayer,  and  hope  of  <u\5lory. 
 
 For  a  day  of  prayer  in  time  of  war. 
 
 1  "\TOW  may  the  God  of  pow'r  and  grace 
 JLN    Attend  his  people's  humble  cry  ! 
 Jehovah  hears  when  Ifrael  prays, 
 
 And  brings  deliv'rance  from  on  high. 
 
 2  The  name  of  Jacob's  God  defends, 
 
 When  bucklers  fail  and  brazen  walls  j 
 He  from  his  fanctaary  fends 
 
 Succour  and  ftrength  when  Zion  calls. 
 
 3  Well  he  remembers  all  our  fighs, 
 
 His  love  exceeds  our  bell  deferts; 
 His  love  accepts  the  facrifice 
 
 Of  humble  groans  and  broken  hearts. 
 
54  PSALMS. 
 
 4  In  his  falvation  is  our  hope, 
 
 And  in  the  name  of  Ifra'l's  God 
 Our  troops  fhall  lift  their  banners  up, 
 Our  navies  fpread  their  flags  abroad. 
 
 5  Some  truft  in  horfes  train'd  for  war, 
 
 And  fbme  of  chariots  make  their  boafts 
 Oar  fureft  expectations  are 
 
 From  thee,  the  Lord  of  heav'nly  hofts. 
 
 6  [O  may  the  memory  of  thy  name 
 
 Infpire  our  armies  for  the  fight! 
 Our  foes  fhall  fall  and  die  wi:h  fhame, 
 Or  quit  the  field  with  coward  flight.] 
 
 7  Now  fave  us,  Lord,  from  flavifh  fear, 
 
 Now  let  our  hopes  be  firm  and  ftrong, 
 'Till  thy  falvation  fhall  appear, 
 
 And  joy  and  triumph  raife  the  fong. 
 
 PSALM  XXI.     Common  Metre. 
 National  bhjjhigs  acknowledged. 
 I  TN  thee,  great  God,  with  fongs  of  praife, 
 JL   Our  favor*  d  realms  rejoice  ; 
 And,  blefs'd  with  thy  falvation,  raife 
 To  heav'n  their  cheerful  voice. 
 1  Thy  fure  defence,  through  nations  round, 
 Hath  fpread  our  rifing  name. 
 And  all  our  feeble  efforts  crown*  d 
 With  freedom  and  with  fame. 
 
 3  In  deep  diflrefs  our  injur'd  land 
 Implor'd  thy  power  to  fave  ; 
 For  life  we  pray'd  ;  thy  bounteous  hand 
 
 The  timely  bleffing  gave. 
 tThy  mighty  arm,  eternal  Pow'r 
 
 Oppos'd  their  deadly  aim, 
 In  mercy  fwept  them  from  our  fhore, 
 And  fpread  their  fails  with  fhame. 
 5  On  thee,  in  woe  or  pain, 
 Ou*-  hearts  alone  rely ; 
 Our  rights  thy  mercy  will  maintain, 
 And  all  our  wants  fupply. 
 
PSALMS.  55 
 
 5  Thus,  Lord,  thy  wond'rous  pow'r  declare, 
 And  ftill  exalt  thy  fame  ; 
 While  we  glad  fongs  of  praife  prepare 
 For  thine  almighty  name. 
 
 PSALM    XXI.    ver.  1,-9.  Long  Metre, 
 
 Cbrijl  exalted  to  the  kingdom. 
 
 I   TXAVID  rejoie'd  in  God  his  ftrength, 
 jlJ  Rais'd  to  the  throne  by  fpecial  gracea 
 But  Chrift  the  Son  appears  at  length^ 
 Fulfils  the  triumph  and  the  praife. 
 
 a  How  great  the  bleftMeffiah's  joy- 
 In  the  falvatronof  thy  hand  ! 
 Lord,  thou  haft  rais'd  his  kingdom  high5 
 Andgh/n  the  world  to  his  command, 
 
 3  Thy  goodnefs  grants  what  e'er  he  will, 
 
 Nor  doth  the  leaft  requeft  withhold  ; 
 Bleffings  of  love  prevent  him  ftill, 
 And  crowns  of  glory,  not  of  gold. 
 
 4  Honour  and  majefty  divine 
 Around  his  facred  temple  mine  ; 
 Elefs'd  with  r^e  favour  of  thy  faces 
 And  length  of  everlafiing  days. 
 
 5  Thine  hand  fhall  find  out  all  his  foes; 
 And  as  a  fiery  oven  glows 
 
 With  raging  heat,  and  living  coals, 
 So  fhall  thy  wrath  devour  their  fouls. 
 
 PSALM     XXIL  ver.  i,-l6.     Firft  part. 
 Common  Metre. 
 ^he  fufferings  and  death  of  Cbrijl 
 z  WHY  has  my  God  my  foul  forfook, 
 Nor  will  a  fmile  afford  ? 
 (Thus  David  once  in  anguifh  fpoke, 
 And  thus  our  dying  Lord.) 
 
 %  Though  'tis  thy  chief  delight  to  dwell 
 Among  thy  praifing  faints, 
 Yet  thou  canft  hear  our  groan  as  well 
 
 And  pity  our  complaints.  £ 
 
<  t>  PSALMS* 
 
 3  Our  fathers  trufted  in  thy  name, 
 
 And  great  deliverance  found  ; 
 Put  I'm  a  worm  defpisM  of  men, 
 And  trodden  to  the  ground. 
 
 4  With  (baking  head  they  pafs  me  by, 
 
 And  laugh  my  foul  to  fcorn ; 
 "  In  vain  be  trufis  in  God,  they  cry, 
 "  Neglected  and  forlorn." 
 
 5  But  thou  art  he,  who  form'd  my  flefh, 
 
 By  thine  almighty  word  ; 
 And  fince  1  hung  upon  the  bread, 
 My  hope  is  in  the  Lord. 
 
 6  Why  will  my  Father  hide  his  face 
 
 When  fees  ftand  threatening  round 
 In  the  dark   hour  of  deep  difhvefs, 
 And  not  an  helper  found  ? 
 PAUSE. 
 
 7  Behold  thy  darlinc  left  among 
 
 The  cruel  end  the  proud, 
 By  foes  ancompafs'd  fierce  and  ftrong, 
 As  lions  rearing  loud. 
 
 8  From  earth  and  hell  my  forrows  meet, 
 
 To  multiply  the  fmatt  ; 
 They  nail  my  hands,  they  pierce  my  feet, 
 And  try  to  vex  my  heart. 
 
 9  Yet  if  thy  fov'reign  hand  let  loofe 
 
 The  rage  of  earth  and  hell. 
 Why  will  my  heavenly  Father  bruifc 
 The  Son  he  loves  ib  well  ? 
 
 10  My  God,  if  pollible  it  be, 
 
 Withhold  this  bitter  cup  ; 
 But  1  refign  my  will  to  thee, 
 And  drink  the  forrows  up. 
 
 11  My  heart  dilTolves  with  pangs  unknowr.. 
 
 In  groans  I  waftemy  breath  ; 
 Thy  heavy  hand  has  brought  me  down, 
 Low  as  the  dufr  of  death. 
 
 12  Father,  I  give  my  fpirit  up, 
 
 And  truft  it  in  thy  hand  ; 
 My  dying  flefh  lhall  reft  in  hope, 
 And  rife  at  thy  command. 
 
PSALMS.  57 
 
 PSALM  XXII.  ver.  ao,  21,  27,— 31.    Second  part. 
 
 Common  Metre. 
 I  «  "\JO  W  from  the  roaring  lion's  rage, 
 IN    "  O  Lord,  protea  thy  Son, 
 "  Nor  leave  thy  darling  to  engage 
 "  The  powers  of  hell  alone/' 
 a  Thus  did  our  fuffering  Saviour  pray 
 With  mighty  cries  and  tears, 
 God  heard  him  in  that  dreadful  day, 
 And  chas'd  away  his. fears. 
 
 3  Great  was  the  vidhory  of  his  death, 
 
 His  throne  exalted  high  ; 
 And  all  the  kindreds  of  the  earth 
 Shall  worfhip  or  fhall  die. 
 
 4  A  numerous  offspring  muft  arife 
 
 From  his  expiring  groans  ; 
 They  mall  be  reckon' din  his  eyes 
 For  daughters  and  for  fons. 
 
 5  Ths  meek  and  humble  fouls  (hall  fee 
 
 His  table  richly  fpread  ; 
 And  all  that  feek  the  Lord  fhall  be 
 With  joys  immortal  fed. 
 
 6  The  ifles  fhall  know  the  righteoufnefs 
 
 Of  our  incarnate  God, 
 And  nations,  yet  unborn,  profefs 
 Salvation  in  his  blood, 
 
 PSALM     XXII.     Long  Metre. 
 Chrijl' 's Sufferings  and  exaltation. 
 
 I  "\T0W  let  our  mournful  {ongs  record 
 JIN    The  dying  forrows  of  our  Lord, 
 When  he  complain'd  in  tears  and  blood, 
 As  one  forfaken  of  his  God. 
 
 1  The  Jews  beheld  him  thus  forlorn 
 
 And  make  their  heads  and  laugh  in  fcorn  \ 
 "  He  refcued  others  from  the  grave  ; 
 "  Now  let  him  try  himfelf  to  fave. 
 
 3  "  This  is  the  man  did  once  pretend 
 "  God  was  his  Father  and  his  friend ; 
 "  If  God  the  blefTed  lov'd  him  £o} 
 "  Why  do\h  he  fail  to  help  him  now  ?*f 
 
j8  r  s  a  l  M  s. 
 
 4  Oh  favage  people  !  cruel  priefts ! 
 
 How  they  flood  round  like  raging  beads ; 
 
 Like  lions  gaping  to  devour, 
 
 When  God  had  left  them  in  their  power, 
 
 5  They  wound  his  head,  his  hands,  his  feet. 
 Till  dreams  of  blood  each  other  meet; 
 By  lot  his  garments  they  divide, 
 
 And  mock  the  pangs  in  which  he  died. 
 
 6  But  God  his  father  heard  his  cry  ; 
 Rais'd  from  the  dead  he  reigns  on  high; 
 The  nations  learn  his  righteoufnefs, 
 And  humble  finners  tafte  his  grace. 
 
 PSALM   XXIII.     Long  Metre. 
 God  is  our  Jhepberd. 
 I  ]\/f  Y  fhepherd  is  the  living  Lord  ; 
 
 Now  fhall  my  wants  be  well  fupplyM  ; 
 His  providence  and  holy  word 
 Become  my  fafety  and  my  guide. 
 %  In  paftures  where  falvation  grows 
 
 He  make  me  feed,  he  makes  me  reft ; 
 There  living  water  gently  flows. 
 And  all  the  food  divinely  bleff. 
 
 3  My  wandering  feet  his  ways  miflake; 
 
 But  he  reftores  my  foul  to  peace, 
 And  leads  me,  for  his  mercy's  fake, 
 In  the  fair  paths  of  righteouihtis. 
 
 4  Tho*  I  walk  thro*  the  gloomy  vale, 
 
 Where  death  and  all  its  terrors  are, 
 My  heart  and  hope  fhalj  never  fail, 
 
 Fw  God,  my  fhepherd's  with  me  there. 
 
 5  Amidft  the  darknefs  and  the  deeps 
 
 Thou  art' my  comfort,  thou  my  flay; 
 Thy  ftafT fupports  my  feeble  fteps. 
 Thy  red  direcls  my  duubtful  way. 
 
 6  The  fons  of  earth,  and  fons  of  hell 
 
 Gaze  at  thy  goodnefs,  and  repine 
 To  fee  my  table  i  pre  ad  fo  well 
 
 With  living  bjread  and  chearful  wine- 
 
t  S  A  L   at  s.  57 
 
 7  [How  I  rejoice,  when  on  my  head 
 
 Thy  Spirit  condefcends  to  reft  !  1 
 
 'Tis  a  divine  anointing  (hed, 
 Like  oil  of  gladnefs  at  a  feaft, 
 S  Surely  the  mercies  of  the  Lord 
 
 Attend  his  houfhold  all  their  days ; 
 There  will  I  dwell  to  hear  his  word, 
 To  feek  his  face,  and  fing  his  praife.] 
 
 PSALM    XXIII.    Common  Metre. 
 I  Tiif  Y  fhepherd  will  fupply  my  need, 
 JVA    Jehovah  is  his  name  ; 
 In  paftures  frefh  he  makes  me  feed, 
 Befide  the  living  ftream. 
 %  He  brings  my  wandering  fpirit  back 
 When  I  forfake  his  ways, 
 And  leads  me  for  his  mercy's  fake 
 In  paths  of  truth  and  grace. 
 
 3  When  I  walk  through  the  fhades  of  death, 
 
 Thy  prefence  is  my  ftay  ; 
 One  word  of  thy  fupporting  breath 
 Drives  all  my  fears  away. 
 
 4  Thy  hand  in  fight  of  all  my  foes 
 
 Doth  frill  my  table  fpread  ; 
 
 My  cup  with  bleffings  overflows, 
 
 Thine  oil  anoints  my  head. 
 
 5  The  fure  provifionsof  my  God 
 
 Attend  me  ail  my  days ; 
 Oh  may  thy  houfe  be  mine  abode, 
 And  all  my  work  be  praife  ! 
 
 6  There  would  I  find  a  fettled  reft, 
 
 (While  others  go  and  come)  ; 
 No  more  a  ftranger  or  a  gueft, 
 But  like  a  child  at  home. 
 
 PSALM    XXIII.     Short    MetFe.  >j 
 
 I  HPHE  Lord  my  fhepherd  is,  (<j~-/>/    %  ■   W 
 
 1     I  (hall  be.well  fupply'd  ;  .    .  <T"  3  . 
 
 Since  he  is  mine  and  I  am  his,  Jir\^^^,    iy  .  %% 
 
 What  can  I  want  befide  ?  / 
 
60  PSALMS. 
 
 3  He  leads  me  to  the  place 
 
 Where  heavenly  paflure  grows, 
 '  Where  living  waters  gently  pafs, 
 And  full  ialvation  flows. 
 
 3  If  e'er  I  go  aftray, 
 
 He  doth  my  foul  reclaim, 
 And  guides  me  in  his  own  right  way, 
 For  his  moft  holy  name. 
 
 4  While  he  affords  his  aid, 
 
 1  cannot  yield  to  fear; 
 Tho'  I  (hould  walk  thro'  death's  dark  fhade, 
 My  fhepherd's  with  me  there. 
 
 5  Amid  furrounding  foes 
 
 Thou  doll  my  table  fpread, 
 My  cup  with  blefllngs  overflows, 
 And  joy  exalts  my  head. 
 
 6  The  bounties  of  thy  love 
 
 Shall  crown  my  following  days  ; 
 Nor  from  thy  houfe  will  I  remove, 
 Nor  ceafe  to  fpeak  thy  praife. 
 
 PSALM    XXIV.    Common  Metre. 
 
 Dwelling  ivith  God. 
 
 I  rTHHE   earth  for  ever  is  the  Lord's,  £x^>  >  10  - 
 
 X     With  Adam's  numerous  race  :   f^u^.O.'/ 
 
 He  rais'd  its  arches  o'er  the  floods,       %    ,     ,b  .i 
 
 And  built  it  on  the  leas. 
 
 a  But  who  among  the  fons  of  men 
 
 May  vifit  thine  abode  ? 
 
 He  that  has  hands  from  mifchief  cleaa, 
 
 Whofe  heart  is  right   with  God. 
 
 3  This  is  the  man  may  rife  and  take 
 
 The  blefllngs  of  his  grace  ; 
 This  is  the  lot  of  thofe  that  feek 
 The  God  of  Jacob's  face. 
 
 4  Now  let  our  foul's  immortal  pow'rs,         k 
 
 To  meet  the  Lord  prepare, 
 
 Lift  up  their  everlafling  doors, 
 
 The  king  of  glory's  near. 
 
PSALMS.  Gl 
 
 <;  The  king  of  glory  !  who  can  tell 
 The  wonders  of  his  might  ? 
 He  rules  the  natioss  ;   bat  to  dwell 
 With  faints  is  his  delight, 
 
 PSALM  XXIV,   Long  Metre. 
 
 Saints  dwell  in  heaven  ;   or  Cbriji* s  afcenfion. 
 
 I^HIS   ipacious  earth  is  all  the  Lord's/****** '  '°*; 
 4***  •        And  men,  and  worms,  and  heafts,  and  birds ; 
 '•  '*"  'He  ran'.!  die  building  on  the  leas, 
 
 And  gave  X  for   their  dwelling-place. 
 
 2  But  there's  a  brighter  world  on  high, 
 Thy  pakce,  Lord    above  the  fky  : 
 
 Who  fhall  afcend  that  blefs'd  abode, 
 And  dwell  fo  near  his  maker  God? 
 
 3  He  that  abhors  and  fears  to  fin, 
 
 Whofe  heart  is  pure,  whole  hands  are  clean, 
 Him  (hall  the  Lord  the  Saviour  blefs, 
 And  clothe  hii  foul  with  righteoufnefs. 
 
 4  Thefe  are  the  men,  the  pious  race, 
 That  feek  the  God  of  Jacob's  face ; 
 Thefe  fhall  enjoy  the  blifsful  fight, 
 And  dwell  in  everlafling  light. 
 
 PAUSE. 
 
 5  Rejoice,  ye  mining  worlds  on  high, 
 Behold  the  King  of  glory  nigh  ! 
 Who  can  this  King  of  glory  be  ? 
 The  mighty  Lord,  the  Saviour's  he. 
 
 6  Ye  heav'nly  gates,  your  leaves  elifplay, 
 To  make  the  Lord,  the  Saviour,  way  : 
 Laden  with  fpoils  from  earth  and  hell, 
 The  Conqu'ror  comes  with  God  to  dwell. 
 
 7  Rais'dfrom  the  dead  in  awful  date, 
 He  opens  heav'n's  eternal  gate, 
 To  give  his  faints  a  blefs'd  abode 
 Near  their  Redeemer  and  their  God. 
 
r    a   a   i.    m    9. 
 
 PSALM  XXV,  ver.  I,— n.  Fhftpart.  Short  Metre. 
 
 Plaiting  for  pardon  and  direftion, 
 
 I   T  LIFT  my  foul  to  God, 
 JL  My  truft  is  in  his  name; 
 Let  not  my  foes  that  feek  my  blood 
 Still  triumph  in  my  fhame. 
 %  Sin,  and  the  pow'rs  of  hell, 
 ^    ^Eerfuade  me  to  defpair ; 
 Lord,  make  me  know  thy  cov'nantweU 
 That  I  may'fcape  the  fnare. 
 
 3  From  beams  of  dawning  light 
 
 'Till  ev'ning  (hades  arife, 
 For  thy  falvation,  Lord,  I  wait, 
 With  ever  longing  eyes. 
 
 4  Remember  all  thy  grace, 
 
 And  lead  me  in  thy  truth ; 
 Forgive  the  fins  of  riper  days, 
 And  follies  of  my  youth. 
 
 5  The  Lord  is  jdft  and  kind, 
 
 The  meek  fhall  learn  his  ways ; 
 And  ev'ry  humble  finner  find 
 The  methods  of  his  grace. 
 
 6  For  his  own  goodnefs'  fake 
 
 He  faves  my  foul  from  fhame ; 
 He  pardons  (though  my  guilt  be  great) 
 Through  my  Redeemer's  name. 
 
 PSALM  XXV.    ver.  12,  14,  10,  13.    Second  part. 
 Short  Metre. 
 
 Divine  injlruftion. 
 
 I  TT7HERE  fhall  the  man  be  found 
 VV     That  fears  t*  offend  his  God, 
 That  loves  the  gofpel's  joyful  found, 
 And  trembles  at  the  rod  ? 
 
 1  The  Lord  fhall  make  him  know 
 The  fecrets  of  his  heart, 
 The  wonders  of  his  cov'nant  fhow, 
 And  all  his  loVe  impart. 
 
T   &   A    L    M     S.  63 
 
 3  The  dealings  of  his  pcw'r 
 
 Are  truth  and  mercy  (till, 
 With  fuch  as  keep  his  covenant  fure, 
 And  love  to  do  his  wilL 
 
 4  Their  foul  (hall  dwell  at  eafe, 
 
 Before  their  Maker's  face  ; 
 Their  feed  fhalltafte  the  promifes 
 In  their  extenfive  grace. 
 
 PSALM  XXV.  ver.  15,-22.  Third  part.  Short  Metre* 
 
 Bijirefs  of  foul ;  or,  Backfiding  and  defertion. 
 I  ]y[INE  eyes  and  my  defire 
 Are  ever  to  the  Lord  ; 
 I  love  to  plead  his  promisM  grace,     'Z-iS^'         '  1 
 And  reft  upon  his  word.      .?er-T^~~    3 '•',    t°  • 
 1  Turn,  turn  thee  to  my  foul, 
 Bring  thy  falvation  near ; 
 When  will  thy  hand  afllft  my  feet 
 To  'fcape  the  deadly  fnare  ? 
 
 3  When  mall  the  fov'reign  grace 
 
 Of  my  forgiving  God 
 Reftore  me  from  thofe  dangerous  ways 
 My  wandering  feet  have  trod  ! 
 
 4  The  tumult  of  my  thoughts 
 
 Doth  but  enlarge  my  woe  : 
 My  fpirit  languiihes,  my  heart 
 Is  defolate  and  low. 
 
 5  With  every  morning  light 
 
 My  forrow  new  begins; 
 Look  on  my  anguifh  and  my  pain, 
 And  pardon  ail  my  fins. 
 
 PAUSE 
 
 6  Behold,  the  hofts  of  hell, 
 
 How  cruel  is  their  hate  ! 
 Againir  my  life  they  rife  and  join. 
 Their  fury  with  deceit. 
 
 7  O  keep  my  foul  from  death , 
 
 Nor  put  my  hope  to  Pname  ; 
 For  I  have  plac*d  my  only  trnft 
 
 In  my  Redeemer's  name.  3 
 
64  *    S    A    L    M    $. 
 
 8  With  humble  faith  I  wait 
 To  fee  thy  face  again; 
 Of  Ifra'l  it  (hall  ne'er  be  faid, 
 He  ibughc  the  Lord  in  vain. 
 
 PSALM   XXVI.     Long  Metre. 
 
 Self-examination  ;    or,   Evidences  of  grace* 
 
 £    TUDGE  me,  O  Lord,  and  prove  my  ways, 
 J    And  try  my  reins,  and  try  my  heart; 
 My  faith  upon  thy  promife  flays, 
 Nor  from  thy  law  my  feet  depart. 
 g,  I  hate  to  walk,  I  hate  to  fit, 
 With  men  of  vanity  and  lies  ; 
 The  (coffers  and  the  hypocrite 
 Are  the  abhorrence  of  mine  eyes. 
 
 3  Amongft  thy  faints  will  1  appear 
 
 Array'd  in  robes  of  innocence  ; 
 But  when  I   (land  before  thy  bar, 
 The  blood  of  Chiift  is  my  defence. 
 
 4  I  love  thy  habitation,  Lord, 
 
 The  temple  where  thine  honours  dwell  j 
 There  (hall  I  hear  thy  holy  word, 
 And  there  thy  works  of  wonder  tell. 
 
 5  Let  not  my  foul  be  join'd  at  lad: 
 
 With  men  of  treachery  and  blood, 
 Since  I  my  days  on  earth  have  pafsM 
 Among  the  faints,  and  near  my  God. 
 
 PSALM  XXVII,  v.i,— 6.  Firftpart.  CommonMetre, 
 The  church  is  our  delight  and  fafety, 
 
 1  HfHE  Lord  of  glory  is  my  light, 
 
 JL    And  my  falvation  too  ; 
 God  is  my  ftrength  ;  nor  will  1  fear 
 What  all  my  foes  can  do. 
 
 2  One  privilege  my  heart  defires, 
 
 O  grant  me  mine  abode 
 Among  the  churches  of  thy  faints. 
 The  temples  of  my  God ! 
 
PSALMS, 
 
 3  There  (hall I  offer  my  requefh, 
 
 And  fee  thy  beauty  flill : 
 Shall  hear  thy  meffages  of  love, 
 And  there  enquire  thy  will. 
 
 4  When  troubles  rife,  and  ftorms  appear, 
 
 There  may  his  children  hide; 
 God  has  a  ltrong  pavilion,  where 
 He  makes  my  foul  abide. 
 
 5  Now  (hall  my  head  be  lifted  high 
 
 Above  my  foes  around, 
 And  fongs  of  joy  and  victory 
 Within  thy  temple  found. 
 
 PSALM     XXVII.  ver.  8,  9, 13,  !4, 
 
 v  Second  part.    Common  Metre. 
 Prayer  and  hope. 
 OON  as  I  heard  my  Father  fay, 
 
 *S? 
 
 Ye  children  feek  my  grace/' 
 My  heart  reply'd  without  delay, 
 "  I'll  feek  my  Father's  face.** 
 
 2  Let  not  thy  face  be  hid  from  me, 
 
 Nor  frown  my  foul  away ; 
 God  of  my  life,  I  fly  to  thee, 
 In  a  diftreffing  day. 
 
 3  Should  friends  and  kindred  near  and  dear 
 
 Leave  me  to  want  or  die, 
 My  God  would  make  my  life  his  care, 
 And  all  my  need  fupply. 
 
 4  My  fainting  flefh  had  died  with  grief, 
 
 Had  not  my  foul  believ'd, 
 
 To  fee  thy  grace  provide  relief-, 
 
 Nor  was  my  hope  deceiv'd. 
 
 5  Wait  on  the  Lord,  ye  trembling  faints, 
 
 And  keep  your  courage  up  ; 
 He'll  raife  your  fpirit  when  it  faints, 
 And  far  exceed  your  hope. 
 
66  PSALMS. 
 
 PSALM    XXVIII.    Long   Metre. 
 
 God  the  refuge  of  the  afjlified. 
 
 I  rT*'0  thee,  O  Lord,  I  raife  my  cries, 
 JL    My  fervent  prayer  in  mercy  hear  ; 
 For  ruin  waits  my  trembling  foul, 
 If  thou  refufe  a  gracious  ear. 
 
 1  When  fuppliant  tow'rd  thy  holy  hill, 
 I  lift  my  mournful  hands  to  pray, 
 Afford  thy  grace,  nor  drive  me  flill 
 With  impious  hypocrites  away. 
 
 3  To  fons  of  falfehood,  that  defpife 
 
 The  works  and  wonders  of  thy  reign, 
 Thy  vengeance  gives  the  due  reward, 
 And  finks  their  fouls  to  endlefs  pain. 
 
 4  But  ever  blefled  be  the  Lord, 
 
 Whofe  mercy  hears  my  mournful  voice  ; 
 My  heart,  that  trufted  in  his  word, 
 In  his  falvation  fhall  rejoice. 
 
 5  Let  every  faint,  in  fore  diftrefs, 
 
 By  faith  approach  his  Saviour  God  ; 
 Then  grant,  O  Lord,  thy  pard'ning  grace* 
 And  feed  thy  church  with  heavn'ly  foo^j. 
 
 PSALM    XXIX.   Long  Metre. 
 
 Storm   and   Thunder. 
 
 1  S^i  IVE  to  the  Lord,  ye  fons  of  fame, 
 VJT  Give  to  the  Lord  renown  and  power, 
 Afcribe  due  honours  to  his  name, 
 
 And  his  eternal  might  adore. 
 
 2  The  Lord  proclaims  his  power  alowd 
 
 Thro'  ev'ry  ocean,  ev'ry  land  ; 
 His  voice  divides  the  wat'iy  cloud, 
 And  lightnings  blaze  at  his  command. 
 
 3  He  fpeaks,  and  tempeft,  hail,  and  wind., 
 
 Lay  the   wide   foreft  bare  around  ; 
 Trre  fearful  hart  and  frighted  hind 
 Leap  at  the  terror  of  the  fo\m& 
 
PSALMS.  67 
 
 4  To  Lebanon  he  turns  his  voice, 
 
 And  lo,  the  (lately  cedars  break  : 
 The  mountains  tremble  at  the  noife, 
 The  vallies  roar,  the  deferts  quake. 
 
 5  The  Lord  fits  fov'reign  on  the  flood, 
 
 The  thund'rer  reigns  for  ever  king  ; 
 But  makes  his  church  his  bled  abode, 
 Where  we  his  awful  glories  fing. 
 
 6  In  gentler  language,  there  the  Lord 
 
 The  counfel  of  his  grace  imparts  : 
 
 Amidft  the  raging  ftorm,  his  word 
 
 Speaks  peace  and  courage  to  our  hearts. 
 
 PSALM    XXX.    Firft  part.  Long  Metre, 
 Sicknefs  healed,  and  forro%us  removed. 
 I  T  WILL  extol  thee,  Lord,  on  high, 
 
 JL  At  thy  command   difeafes  fiy  : 
 
 Who  but  a  God  can  fpeak  and  fave 
 
 From  the  dark  borders  of  the  grave  ? 
 %  Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  faints,   and  prove 
 
 How  large  his  grace,  how  kind  his  love, 
 
 Let  all  your  pow'rs  rejoice,  and  trace 
 
 The  wond'rous  records  of  his  grace, 
 3  His  anger  but  a  moment  (lays  ; 
 
 His  love  is  life  and  length  of  days  ; 
 
 Though  grief  and  tears  the  night  employ, 
 
 The  morning  ftar  restores  the  joy. 
 PSALM  XXX.  ver.    6.   Second  part.   Long  Metre. 
 
 Health,  ficknefs,    and  recovery. 
 I  T7IRM  was  my  health,  my  day  was  bright, 
 
 X     And  I  prefum'd  'twould  ne'er  be  night  ; 
 
 Fondly  I  faid   within  my  heart, 
 
 "  Pleafure»and  peace  mall  ne'er  depart."    . 
 2-  But  I  forgot  thine  arm  was  ftrong, 
 
 Which  made  my  mountain  (rand  10  long  ; 
 
 Soon  as  thy  face  began  to  hide, 
 
 My  health  was  gone:  my  comforts  died. 
 3  I  cried  aloud  to  thee,  my  God  ; 
 
 "  What  canft  thou  profit  by  my  blood  ? 
 
 a  Deep  in  the  duft  can  I  declare 
 
 "  Thy  truth,  or  fing  thy  gooduefsr  theres       3  3 
 
68  PSALMS. 
 
 4  "  Hear  me,  O  God  of  grace,  I  faid, 
 
 "  And  bring  me  from  among  the  dead  :" 
 Thy  word  rebuk'd  the  pains  I  felt, 
 Thy  pard'ning  love  removed  my  guilt. 
 
 5  My  groans,  and  tears,  and  forms  of  woe, 
 Are  turn'd  to  joy  and  praifes  now  ; 
 
 I  throw  my  fackcloth  on  the  ground, 
 And  eafe  and  gladnefs  gird   me  round. 
 
 6  My  tongue,  the   glory  of  my   frame, 
 Shall  ne'er  be  filent  of  thy  name  ; 
 
 Thy  praife  mall  found  through  earth  and  heav'n, 
 For  ficknefs  heal'd,  and  fins  forgiv'n. 
 PSALM  XXXI.  ver.5,1.3— 19,  22,  23.  Firftpart. 
 Common  Metre. 
 Deliverance  from  death. 
 
 1  rT^O  thee,  O  God  of  truth  and  love 
 
 X     My  fpirit  I  commit  ; 
 Thou  hart  redeem'd  my  foul  from  death, 
 And    fav'd    me  from  the  pit. 
 
 2  Defpair  and  comfort,   hope  and  fear, 
 
 Maintained  a  doubtful  rtrife  ; 
 While  forrow,  pain ,  and  fins  co'nfpir'd 
 To  take  away  my  life. 
 
 3  "   My  time  is  in  thv  hand,"  T   cried, 
 
 "  Though  I  draw'  near  the  duft  :" 
 Thou  art  the  refuge  where  1  hide, 
 The  God  in   whom  1  truft. 
 
 4  Oh  make  thy  reconciled  face 
 
 Upon  thy  fervant  fhine, 
 And  fave  me  for  thy  mercy's  fake, 
 
 For  I'm  entirely  thine. 
 
 PAUSE. 
 'Twas  in  my  harte,  my  fpirit  faid, 
 
 "   1  muft  defpair  and  die, 
 "  1  am  cut  off  before  thine  eyesj" 
 
 But  thou  haft  heard  my  cry. 
 6  Thy  goounefs  how  divinely  free  ! 
 
 How  Aveet  thv  fmilliug  face, 
 To  thofe  that  fear  thy  Majerty, 
 
 And  craft  thy  promis'd  grace. 
 
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 7  Oh  love  the  Lord,  all  ye  his  faints, 
 And  Ting  his  praifes  loud  ; 
 He'll  bend  his  ear  to  your  complaints, 
 And  recompenfe  the  proud. 
 
 PSALM  XXXI.  ver.  7,-33,  1 1,— Zi.  Seconi  part. 
 Common  Metre. 
 
 T  "]\  TY  heart  rejoices  in  thy  name, 
 JLVX   My  God,  my  heav'nly  truft  ; 
 Thou  haft  prefervM  me  free  from  fhame, 
 Mine  honour  from  the  duft. 
 a  "  My  life  is  fpent  with  grief,"  I  cried, 
 "  My  years  confum'd  in  groans, 
 "  My  ftrength  decays,  mine  eyes  are  dried, 
 "  And  forrow  waftes  my  hones." 
 
 3  Among  mine  enemies  my  name 
 
 A  proverb  vile  was  grown, 
 While  to  my  neighbours  I  became 
 Forgotten  and  unknown. 
 
 4  Slander  and  fear  on  ev'ry  fide 
 
 Seiz'd  and  befet  me  round, 
 I  to  thy  throne  of  grace   applied, 
 And  fpeedy  refcue  found. 
 
 PAUSE. 
 
 5  How  great  deliv'rance  thou  haft  wrought 
 
 Before  the  fons  of  men  ! 
 The  lying  lips  to  filence  brought, 
 And  made  their  boafting  vain  ! 
 
 6  Thy  children  from  the  ftrife  of  tongues 
 
 Shall  thy  pavilion  hide, 
 Guard  them  from  infamy  and  wrongs, 
 And  ciufli  the  fons  of  pride. 
 
 7  Within  thy  fecret  prefence,  Lord, 
 
 Let  me  for  ever  dwell  : 
 No  fenced  city  wall'd  and  barr'd 
 Secures  a  famt  fo  well. 
 
70  PSALMS.' 
 
 PSALM   XXXII.    Shyrt  Metre. 
 Forgiven -fs   of  fms  upon  confejjlon. 
 
 1  /~\H  blefTed  fouls  arc  they 
 VjJ   Whole  fins  are  cover'd  o'er  ! 
 Divinely  blefs'd  to  whom  the  Lord 
 
 Imputes  their  guilt  no  more. 
 
 2  They  mourn  their  follies  paft, 
 
 And  keep  their  hearts  with  care, 
 Their  lips  and  lives  without  deceit 
 Shall  prove  their  faith  fincere. 
 
 3  While  I  conceal*  d  my  guilt, 
 
 I  felt  the  fehVring  wound, 
 'Till  I  confefsV.  my  fins  to  thee, 
 And  ready  pardon  found. 
 
 4  Let  finners  learn  to  pray, 
 
 Let  faints  keep  near  the  throne  ; 
 Our  help  in  times  of  deep  diftrefs 
 Is  found  in  God  alone. 
 
 PSALM     XXXII.     Common  Metre. 
 
 Free  pardon  and  fincere  obedience  ;   or,  Confefjion   and for- 
 givenefs, 
 
 I  TTOW  blefs'd  the  man  to  whom  his  God 
 JLjL  No  more  imputes  his  fin. 
 But  wafli'd  in  the  Redeemer's  blood, 
 Hath  made  his  garments  clean  ! 
 
 And  bleft  beyond  expreflionhe 
 
 Whofe  debts  are  thus  difcharg'd  ; 
 While  from  the  guilty  bondage  free 
 He  feels  his  foul  enlarged. 
 
 3  His  fpirit  hates  deceit  and  lies, 
 
 His   words  are  all  fincere  ; 
 He  guards  his  heart,  he  guards  his  eyes; 
 To  keep  his  confeience  clear. 
 
 4  While  I  my  inward  guilt  fuppreft, 
 
 No  quiet  could  I  find  ; 
 Thy  wrath  lay  burning  in  my  breaft, 
 And  rack'd  my  tortur'd  mind. 
 
PSALMS.  ?* 
 
 5  Then  I  confefs'd  my  troubled  thoughts, 
 
 My  fecret  fins  reveal' d  ; 
 Thy  pard'ning  grace  forgave  rrry  faults, 
 Thy  grace  my  pardon  feal'd. 
 
 6  This  fhall  invite  thy  faints  to  pray; 
 
 When  like  a  raging  flood 
 Temptations  rife,  our  ilrength  and  flay 
 Is  a  forgiving  God. 
 
 PSALM   XXXII.  Firft  part.  Long  Metre. 
 Repentance  and  free  pardon  ;   or,  Juliification  and  fan&i- 
 
 fication. 
 I  T)LESS'D  is /the  man,  forever  blefs'd, 
 J3  Whole  guilt  is  pardon' d  by  his  God, 
 Whofe  fins  with  forrow  are  confefs'd, 
 And  cover*  d  with  his  Saviour's  blood. 
 %  Before  his  judgment  feat  the  Lord 
 
 No  more  permits  his  crimes  to  rife  ; 
 He  pleads  no  merit  of  reward, 
 
 And  not  on  works,  but  grace,  relies. 
 
 3  From  guile  his  heart  and  lips  are"    free, 
 
 His  humble  joy,  his  holy  fear, 
 With  deep  repentance  well  agree, 
 And  join  to  prove  his  faith  fincere. 
 
 4  How  giorious  is  that  righteoufnefs 
 
 That  hides  and   cancels  all  his  fins  I 
 While  a  bright  evidence  of  grace 
 
 Through  all  his  life  appears  and  Alines. 
 
 PSALM    XX£II.    Second    part!"    Long  Metre. 
 A  guilty  confcience  eafed  by  eonfeflion  and  pardon, 
 
 WHILE  I  keep  filence,  and  conceal 
 My  heavy  guilt  within  my  heart, 
 What  torments  doth  my  confcience  feel ! 
 What  agonies  of  inward  fmart ! 
 
 2  I  fpread  my  fins  before  the  Lord, 
 And  all  my  fecret  faults  confefs; 
 Thy  gofpel  fpeaks  a  pard'ning  word, 
 Thine  holy  Spirit  feals  the  grace.  B  4 
 
11  PSALMS. 
 
 3  For  this  fhall  every  humble  foul 
 
 Make  fwift  addrefles  to  thy  feat  ; 
 When  floods  of  huge  temptations  roll, 
 There  mall  they  find  a  blefs'd  retreat. 
 
 4  How  fafe  beneath  thy  wings  I  lie, 
 
 When  days  grow  dark,  and  ftorms  appear  ? 
 And  when  I  walk,  thy  watchful  eye 
 Shall  guide  me  fafe  from  ev'ry  fnare. 
 PSALM  XXXIII.    Firft  part.  Common  Metre. 
 
 Works  of  creation  andfro-vidence. 
 I  TJ  EJOICE,  ye  righteous  in  the  Lord, 
 I\_  This  work  belongs  to  you  : 
 Sing  of  his  name,  his  ways,  his  word, 
 How  holy,juft,  and  true  ! 
 a  His  mercy  and  his  righteoufnefs 
 Let  heav'n  and  earth  proclaim  ; 
 His  works  of  nature  and  of  grace 
 Reveal  his  wond'rous  name. 
 
 3  His  word,  with  energy  divine, 
 
 Thofe  heav'nly  arches  fpread, 
 Bade  fiarry  hofts  around  them  mine, 
 And  light  the  heav'ns  pervade. 
 
 4  He  taught  the  fwelling  waves  to  flow 
 
 To  their  appointed  deep  ; 
 Bade  raging  leas  their  limits  know, 
 And  iiili  their  ltation  keep. 
 
 5  Ye  tenants  of  the  fpacious  earth, 
 
 With  fear  before  him  ftand  ; 
 He  fpake,  and  nature  took  its  birth, 
 
 And  rcftson  his  command.  >' 
 
 6  He  fcornsthe  angry  nations'  rage, 
 
 And  breaks  their  vain  defigns  ; 
 His  counfel  (tends  through  ev'ry  age, 
 And  in  full  glory  fhines. 
 PSA  LM  XXXIII.  Second  part.  Common IVle',;e, 
 
 Creatures  vain,  and  God  all-Jufjiclent. 
 I  T^LESS'D  is  the  nation,  where  the  Lord 
 j£3  Hath  fix'dhis  gracious'throne  ; 
 Where  he  reveals  his  heav'nly  word, 
 -  And  calls  theu-  tribes  his  own. 
 
PSALMS.  73 
 
 1  His  eye,  with  infinite  furyey, 
 Does  the  all  world  behold  : 
 He  form'd  us  all  of  equal  clay. 
 And  knows  our  feeble  mould. 
 
 3  Kings  are  not  refcu'd  by  the  force 
 
 Of  armies  from  the  grave  ; 
 Nor  fpeed  nor  courage  of  an  horfe 
 Can  his  bold  rider  fave. 
 
 4  Vain  is  the  ftrength  of  beafts  or  men3 
 
 Nor  fprings  our  fafety  thence  ; 
 But  holy  fouls  from  God  obtain 
 A  ftrong  and  fure  defence. 
 
 5  God  is  their  fear,  and  God  their  trufl:  j 
 
 When  plagues  or  famine  fpread, 
 His  watchful  eye  fecures  the  juft, 
 Among  ten  thoufand  dead. 
 
 6  Lord,  let  our  hearts  in  thee  rejoice, 
 
 And  blefs  us  from  thy  throne  ; 
 For  we  have  made  thy  word -our  choice,    - 
 And  truft  thy  grace  alone. 
 PSALM  XXXIII.    As  the  113th  Pfalm.   Firft  part, 
 
 Works  of  creation  and  providence* 
 1  "V7"E  holy  fouls,  in  God  rejoice, 
 
 X    Your  Maker's  praife  becomes  "your  voice, 
 
 Grfcat  is  your  theme,  your  fongs  be  new  ; 
 Sing  of  his  name,  his  word,  his  ways. 
 His  works  of  nature,  and  of  grace, 
 How  wife  and  holy,  juft  and  true  ! 
 a  Behold,  to  earth's  remoteft  ends 
 
 His  goodnefs  flows,  his  truth  extends  ; 
 
 His  pow'r  the  heav'nly  arches  fpread  ; 
 His  word,  with  energy  divine, 
 Bade  ftarry  hofts  around  them  fnine, 
 And  light  the  circling  heav'ns  pervade. 
 
 3  His  hand  collects  the  flowing  feas  ; 
 
 Thofe  wat'ry  treafures  know  their  place. 
 
 And  fill  the  ftore-houfe  of  the  deep  : 
 Ke  ipake  and  gave  all  nature  birth; 
 AuA  fires,  and  i'eas,  and  heav'n,  and  earthy 
 
 His  ev'erlaftiog  orders  keep. 
 
74  PSALMS. 
 
 4  Let  mortals  tremble  and  adore 
 A  God  of  fuch  refiftlefs  pow'r, 
 
 Nor  dare  indulge  their  feeble  rage  : 
 Vain  are  your  thoughts,  and  weak  your  hands, 
 Eut  his  eternal  counfel  Hands, 
 
 And  rules  the  world  from  age  to  age. 
 
 PSALM  XXXIII.  As  the  113th  Pfalm.  Second  part, 
 
 Creatures  vain,  and  God  all-fufjicient. 
 I  /^\H  happy  nation,  where  the  Lord 
 V_/  Reveals  the  treafure  of  his  word, 
 
 And  builds  his  church,  his  earthly  throne  \ 
 His  eye  the  heathen  world  furveys, 
 \    He  form'd  their  hearts,  he  knows  their  ways, 
 
 But  God  their  maker  is  unknown, 
 ft  Let  kings  rely  upon  their  hofr, 
 
 And  of  his  ftrength  the  champion  boaft  ; 
 
 In  vain  they  boaft,  in  vain  rely  : 
 In  vain  we  truft  the  brutal  force, 
 Or  fpeed,  or  courage,  of  an  horfe, 
 To  guard  his  rider,  or  to  fly. 
 
 3  The  arm  of  our  almighty  Lord 
 Doth  more  fecure  defence  afford, 
 
 When  deaths  and  dangers  threat'ning  ftand  ; 
 Thy  watchful  eye  prefc rves  the  juft, 
 Who  make  thy  name  their  fear  and  truft, 
 
 When  wars  or  famine  wafte  the  land. 
 
 4  In  ficknefs,  or  the  bloody  field, 
 Our  great  phyfician  and  our  fhield 
 
 Shail  Tend  falvation  from  his  throne  ; 
 We  wait  to  fee  thy  goodnefs  Ihine  ; 
 Let  us  rejoice  in  help  divine, 
 
 For  all  our  hope  is  God  alone. 
 
 PSALM  XXXIV.  Firft  Part.  Long  Metre. 
 God's  care  of  the  faints  :  or,  Deliverance  by  prayer. 
 I  T    ORD,  I  will  blefs  thee  all  my  days, 
 
 I  j  Thy  praife  (hall  dwell  upon  my  tongue  : 
 My  foul  (hall  glory  in  thy  grace, 
 While  faints  rejoice  to  hear  the  fong. 
 
PSALMS.  'i$ 
 
 2  Come,  magnify  the  Lord  with  me, 
 
 Let  ev'ry  heart  exalt  his  name  ; 
 I  fought  th'  eternal  God,  and  he 
 Has  not  expos' d  my  hope  to  fhame. 
 
 3  I  told  him  all  my  fecret  g1  ief, 
 
 My  fecret  groaning  reach'd  his  ears  l 
 He  gave  my  inward  pains  relief, 
 
 And  calm'd  the  tumult  of  my  fears. 
 
 4  To  him  the  poor  lift  up  their  eyes, 
 
 With  heav'nly  joy  their  faces  mine, 
 A  beam  of  mercy  from  the  fkies 
 
 Fills  them  with  light  and  love  divine, 
 
 5  His  holy  angels  pitch  their  tents 
 
 Around  the  men  that  ferve  the  Lord  ; 
 Oh  fear  and  love  him,  all  his  faints, 
 Tafte  of  his  grace,  and  truft  his  word. 
 
 6  The  wild  young  lions,  pinch' d  with  pain 
 
 And  hunger,  roar  through  all  the  wood  ; 
 But  none  (hall  feek  the  Lord  in  vain, 
 Nor  want  fupplies  of  real  good. 
 
 PSALM   XXXI V.   ver.    n,— 22,  Second  part. 
 Long   Metre. 
 Religious  education  :   or,  inJlruSiions  of  piety. 
 I   /CHILDREN,  in  years  and  knowledge  young, 
 \jl  Your  parents'  hope,   your  parents'  joy, 
 Attend  the  counfels  of  my  tongue, 
 
 Let  pious  thoughts  your  minds  employ, 
 a  If  you  defire  a  length  of  days, 
 
 And  peace,  to  crown  your  mortal  ftate, 
 Reftrain  your  feet  from  impious   ways, 
 Your  lips  from  flander  and   deceit. 
 
 3  Theeyes  of  God  regard  his  faints, 
 
 His  ears  are  open  to  their  cries  ; 
 He  fets  his  frowning  face  againfl 
 The  fons  of  violence  and  lies. 
 
 4  To  humble  fouls  and  broken  hearts 
 
 God  with  his  grace  is  ever  nigh  j 
 Pardon  and  hope  his  love  imparts, 
 When  men  in  deep  contrition  lie. 
 
7#  PSALMS. 
 
 5  He  tells  their  tears,  he  counts  their  groans, 
 His  Son  redeems  their  fouls  from  death, 
 His  Spirit  heals  their  broken  bones, 
 
 His  praife  employs  their  tuneful  breath. 
 PSALM  XXXIV.  ver.  1,— 10.  Firftpart. 
 Common  Metre. 
 Prayer  and  praife  for  eminent  deliverance. 
 I   T'LL  blefs  the  Lord  from  day  to  day  -t 
 X   How  good  are  all  his  ways  ! 
 Ye  humble  fouls  that  ufe  to  pray^ 
 Come,  help  my  lips  to  praife. 
 a  Sing  to  the  honour  of  his  name, 
 How  a  poor  fufPrer  cry'd, 
 Nor  was  his  hope  expos' d  to  fhame, 
 Nor  was  his  fuit  deny'd. 
 
 3  When  threatening  forrows  round  me  flood, 
 
 And  endlefs  fears  arofe, 
 Like  the  loud  billows  of  a  flood, 
 Redoubling  all  my  woes  : 
 
 4  I  told  the  Lord  my  fore  diftrefs,       » 
 
 With  heavy  groans  and  tears  ; 
 He  gave  my  fliarpeft  torments  eafe, 
 And  filenc'd  all  my  fears. 
 
 PAUSE.       * 
 Fjj  O  finners,  come  and  tafte  his  love, 
 Come,  learn  his  pleafant  ways, 
 And  let  your  own  experience  prove 
 The  fweetnefs  of  his  grace. 
 6  He  bids  the  angels  pitch  their  tents 
 Round  where  his  children  dwell  : 
 What  ills  their  heav'nly  care  prevents 
 No  earthly  tongue  can  tell.] 
 [7  O  love  the  Lord,  ye  faints  of  his  ; 
 His  eye  regards  the  juftl 
 How  richly  blefs'd  their  portion  is 
 Who  make  the  Lord  their  truft  ! 
 3  Young  lions,  pinch'd  with  hunger,  roar, 
 And  famim  in  the  wood  : 
 But  God  fupplies  his  holy  poor 
 With  ev'ry  needful  good.] 
 
PSALMS.  \         77 
 
 PSALM  XXXIV.  ver.  u,— zz    Second  part* 
 Common  Metre. 
 Exhortation  te  peace  and  holinefs. 
 I  pOME,  children,  learn  to  fear  the  Lords 
 
 V>1   And  that  your  days  be  long, 
 .  Let  not  a  falfe  or  fpiteful  word 
 Be  found  upon  your  tongue, 
 a  Depart  from  mifchief ,  praclife  love, 
 Purfue  the  works  of  peace  ; 
 So  mail  the  Lord  your  ways  approve. 
 And  fet  yoiir  fouls  at  eafe. 
 
 3  His  eyes  awake  to  guard  the  juft, 
 
 His  ears  attend  their  cry  : 
 When  broken  fpirits  dwell  in  dull, 
 The  God  of  grace  is  nigh. 
 
 4  What  though  theforrows  here  they  taftc 
 
 Are  fharp  and  tedious  too ; 
 The  Lord,  who  faves  them  all  at  lafr, 
 Is  their  fupporter  now. 
 
 5  Evil  mall  finite  the  wicked  dead  ; 
 
 But  God  fecures  his  own, 
 Prevents  the  mifchief  when  they  Hide, 
 Or  heals  the. broken  bone. 
 
 6  When  defolation,  like  a  flood, 
 
 O'er  the  proud  (inner  rolls, 
 
 Saints  find  a  refuge  in  their  God, 
 
 For  he  redeemM  their  fouls. 
 
 PSALM  XXXV.  ver.  12, 13, 14. Common  Metre. 
 
 Love  to  enemies  ;   or,    Yhe  love  of  Chrijl  to  Jinners 
 
 typijied  in  Da<v>d. 
 
 1  T>EHOLD  the  love,  the  gen'rous  love, 
 Xj  That  holy  David  fhows  : 
 
 Behold  his  kind  companion  move 
 For  his  afBi£ted  foes  ! 
 
 2  When  they  are  fick  his  foul  complains, 
 
 And  feems  to  feel  the  fmart ; 
 The  fpirit  of  the  gofpel  reigns, 
 And  melts  his  pious  heart. 
 
?8  PSALMS. 
 
 3  How  did  his  flowing  tears  condole, 
 
 As  for  a  brother  dead  ! 
 And  filling,   mortify'd  his  foul, 
 While  for  their  life  he  pray'd. 
 
 4  They  groan'd,  and  curs'd  him  on  their  bed, 
 
 Yet  fHU  he  pleads  and  mourns  ; 
 And  double  blefllngs  on  his  head 
 The  righteous  God  returns. 
 
 5  O  glorious  type  of  heav'nly  grace  ! 
 
 Thus  Chrilt  the  Lord  appears  ; 
 While  Tinners  curfe,  the  Saviour  prays, 
 And  pities  them  with  tears. 
 
 6  He,  the  true  David,  Ifra'l's  king, 
 
 Blefs'd  and   belovM  of  God, 
 To  fave  us  rebels  dead  in  fin, 
 
 Paid  his  own  deateft  blood. 
 PSALM  XXXVI.  ver.  5,-9.  Long  Metre. 
 The  perfections  and  providence  of  God  ;   or,  General  pro- 
 vidence and  fpecial  grace. 
 I  TTIGH  in  the  heav'ns,  eternal  God, 
 X  JL  Thy  goodnefs  in  full  glory  Chines  ; 
 Thy  truth  fhall  break  through  ev'ry  cloud 
 That  veils  and  darkens  thy  deiigns. 
 a  For  ever  firm  thy  juftice  (lands, 
 
 As   mountains  their  foundations  keep  ; 
 Wife  are  the  wonders  of  thy  hands, 
 Thy  judgments  are  a  mighty  deep. 
 
 3  Thy  providence  is  kind  and  large, 
 
 Both  man  and  beafl:  thy  bounty  (hare  ; 
 The  whole  creation  is  thy  charge, 
 But  faints  are  thy  peculiar  care. 
 
 4  My  God  !  how  excellent  thy  grace, 
 
 Whence  all  our  hope  and  comfort  fprings; 
 The  fons  of  Adam  in  diftrefs 
 Fly  to  the  fhadow  of  thy  wings. 
 
 5  From  the  provifions  of  thy  houfe 
 
 We  fhall  be  fed  with  fweet  repaft  ; 
 There  mercy,  like  a  river,  flows, 
 And  brings  falvation  to  our  tafte. 
 
PSALMS. 
 
 6  Life,  like  a  fountain  rich  and  free, 
 
 Springs  from  the  prefence  of  my  Lord  ; 
 And  in  thy  light  our  fouls  fhall  fee 
 The  glories  promis'd  in  thy  word. 
 
 PSAL?vI  XXXVI.  v.  i,  z,  5, 6,  7, 9.  Common  Metre. 
 Praclicai  atheifm  expofed  ;  or,  The  being  and  attributes  of 
 
 God  ajferted. 
 3  TTTHILE  men  grow  hold  in  wicked  ways, 
 VV     And  yet  a  God  they  own, 
 My  heart  within  me  often  fays, 
 
 "  Their  thoughts  believe  there's  none. '* 
 3  Their  thoughts  and  ways  at  once  declare, 
 (Whate'er  their  lips  profefs) 
 God  hath  no  wrath  for  them  to  fear, 
 Nor  will  they  feek  his  grace. 
 
 3  How  ftrange  felf-flatt'ry  blinds  their  eyes  ? 
 
 But  there's  a  hafFning  hour 
 When  they  fhall  fee,  with  fore  furprife 
 The  terror  of  thy  pow'r. 
 
 4  Thy  juftice  fhall  maintain  its  throne, 
 
 Though  mountains  melt  away  : 
 Thy  judgments  are  a  world  unknown, 
 A  deep  unfathom'd  fea. 
 
 5  Above  thefe  heav'ns*  created  rounds 
 
 Thy  mercies,  Lord,  extend  ; 
 Thy  truth  outlives  the  narrow  bounds 
 Where  time  and  nature  end. 
 
 6  Safety  to  man  thy  goadnefs  brings, 
 
 Nor  overlooks  the  beaft  ; 
 Beneath  the  fhadow  of  thy  wings 
 Thy  children  chufe  to  reft. 
 [7  From  thee,  when  creature-ftreams  run  low 
 And  mortal  comforts  die, 
 Perpetual  fpiings  of  life  fhall  flow, 
 And  raife  our  pleafures  high. 
 8  Though  all  created  light  decay, 
 And  death  clofe  up  our  eyes, 
 Thy  prefence  make*  eternal  day, 
 Sphere  ciouds  can  never  rife.] 
 
SO  P    S    A    1    M    S, 
 
 PSALM  XXXVI.  ver.  1,-7.    Short  Metre. 
 'The  ivickednefs  of man ,  and  the  majef.y  of Cod  ;  or,  Atac- 
 tic #/  athe'ifm  expofed. 
 I  TTTHEN  man  grows  bold  in  fin, 
 VV      My  heart  within  me  cries, 
 "  He  hath  no  faith  of  God  within, 
 "  Nor  fear  before  his  eyes." 
 \Z  He  walks  a  while  conceal'd 
 In  a  felf- Matt* ring  dream, 
 Till  his  dark  crimes,  at  once  reveal'd, 
 Expofe  his  hateful  name.  J 
 
 3  His  heart  is  falfe  and  foul, 
 
 His  words  are  fmooth  and  fair ; 
 Wifdom  isbanim'd  from  his  foul, 
 And  leaves  no  goodnefs  there. 
 
 4  He  plots  upon  his  bed 
 
 New  mifchiefs  to  fulfil; 
 He  fets  his  heart,  and  hand,  and  head, 
 To  practife  all  that's  ill. 
 
 j;  But  there's  a  dreadful  God, 
 
 Though  men  renounce  his  fear  ; 
 His  jultice  hid  behind  the  cloud 
 Shall  one  great  day  appear. 
 6  His  truth  tranfeends  the  iky, 
 In  heav'n  his  mercies  dwell  ; 
 Deep  as  the  fea  his  judgments  ly, 
 His  anger  burns  to  hell. 
 1  How  excellent  his  love, 
 
 Whence  all  our  fafety  fprings ! 
 O  never  let  my  foul  remove 
 From  underneath  his  wings! 
 
 PSALxM    XXXVII.    ver.  i,— 15.     Firft  part. 
 
 Common  Metre. 
 
 The  cure  of  envy,fretfulnefs,   and  unbelief',   or,    Then* 
 
 •wards  of  the  righteous  and  ivicked. 
 I  YX/HY  mould  1  vex  my  foul,  and  fret 
 VV       To  fee  the  wicked  rife  ? 
 Or  envy  finnsrs  waxing  great 
 By  violence  and  lies  i 
 
*  «   A    £    M    S. 
 
 S  As  flow'ry  grafs,  cut  down  at  noon, 
 Before  the  ev'ning  fades, 
 So  (hall  their  glories  vanifh  foon 
 In  everlafting  (hades. 
 
 5  Then  let  me  make  the  Lord  my  truft, 
 
 And  pra&ife  all  that's  good  ; 
 So  (hall  I  dwell  among  the  juft, 
 And  he'll  provide  me  food. 
 
 4  I  to  my  God,  my  ways  commit, 
 And  chearful  wait  his  will  r 
 Thy  hand,  which  guides  my  doubtful  feet, 
 Shall  my  defires  fulfil. 
 .5  Mine  innocence  (halt  thou  difplay, 
 And  make  thy  judgment  known, 
 Fair  as  the  light  of  dawning  day, 
 And  glorious  as  the  moon. 
 
 6  The  meek  at  lafl:  the  earth  pofTefs, 
 
 And  are  the  heirs  of  heav'n  \ 
 True  riches,  with  abundant  peace, 
 To  humble  fouls  are  giv'n. 
 
 PAUSE. 
 
 7  Reft  in  the  Lord,  and  keep  his  way, 
 
 Nor  let  your  anger  rife, 
 Though  providence  fhould  long  delay 
 To  punifh  haughty  vice. 
 
 8  Let  finners  join  to  break  your  peace, 
 
 And  plot,  and  rage,  and  foam  ; 
 The  Lord  derides  them,  for  he  fees 
 Their  day  of  vengeance  come. 
 
 9  They  have  drawn  out  the  threat'ningfwon?, 
 
 Have  bent  the  murd'roas  bow, 
 To  (lay  the  men  that  fear  the  Lord,    - 
 And  bring  the  righteous  low. 
 
 zo  My  God  (hail  break  their  bows,  and  burn 
 Their  perfecuting  darts, 
 5':uil  their  own  fwords  again  ft  them  turn  J 
 And  pierce  their,  ftubborn  hearts. 
 
%l  PSALMS. 
 
 PSALM  XXXVII.    ver.  16,  ai,  26,-31.   Second 
 part.     Common  Metre. 
 
 Charity  to  the  poor ;   or.  Religion  in  words  and  deeds. 
 I  "\T7"HY  do  the  wealthy  wicked  boaft, 
 VV     And  grow  profanely  bold? 
 The  meaneft  portion  of  the  juft 
 Excels  the  Tinners*  gold. 
 2,  The  wicked  borrows  of  his  friends, 
 But  ne'er  defigns  to  pay, 
 The  faint  is  merciful,  and  lends, 
 Nor  turns  the  poor  away. 
 
 3  His  alms,  with  lib'ral  heart,  he  gives 
 
 Amongfr.  the  fons  of  need  ; 
 His  mem'ry  to  long  ages  lives, 
 And  blefTed  is  his  feed. 
 
 4  His  lips  abhor  to  talk  profane, 
 
 To  flander  or  defraud  ; 
 His  ready  tongue  declares  to  men 
 What  he  has  learn' d  of  God. 
 
 5  The  law  and  gofpel  of  the  Lord 
 
 Deep  in  his  heart  abide; 
 Led  by  the  Spirit  and  the  Word, 
 His  feet  fhall  never  Hide. 
 
 6  When  finner^  fall,  the  righteous  (land 
 
 Preferv'd  from  ev'ry  fnare  ; 
 They  fhall  polTefs  the  piomis'd  land, 
 And  dwell  for  ever  there. 
 
 PSALM  XXXVII.     ver.    a.},— 37.     Third  part* 
 Common  Metre. 
 
 The  tvay  and  end  of  the  righteous  and  ivicked . 
 I  Tl  /TY  God,  the  fteps  of  pious  men 
 JLVJ.  Are  order' d  by  thy  will ; 
 Though  they  mould  fall,  they  rife  again, 
 Thy  hand  fupports  them  ftill. 
 S  The  Lord  delights  to  fee  their  ways 
 Their  virtue  he  approves  : 
 He'll  ne'er  deprive  them  of  his  grace, 
 Nor  leave  the  men  he  love.-. 
 
PSALMS./  5>3< 
 
 3  The  heavenly  heritage,  is  theirs, 
 
 Their  portion  and  their  home; 
 He  feafts  them  now,  and  makes  them  heirs 
 Of  bleffings  long  to  come. 
 
 4  Wait  on  the  Lord,  ye  fons  of  men, 
 
 Nor  fear  when  tyrants  frown  ;' 
 Ye  (hall  confefs  their  pride  was  vain, 
 When  jufti.ce  calls  them  down. 
 **~  PAUSE. 
 
 5  The  haughty  finner  have  I  feen, 
 
 Not  fearing  man  nor  God, 
 Like  a  tall  bay-tree  fair  and  green, 
 Spreading  his  arms  abroad. 
 
 6  And  lo,  he  vanifh'd  from  the  ground, 
 
 Deftroy'd  by  hands  unfeen  ; 
 Nor  root,  nor  branch,  nor  leaf,  was  founds 
 Where  all  that  pride  had  been. 
 
 7  But  mark  the  man  of  righteoufnefs, 
 
 His  feveral  fteps  attend  ; 
 True  pleafure  runs  through  all  his  ways, 
 And  peaceful  is  his  end. 
 
 PSALM  XXXVIII.    Common  Metre. 
 Guilt   of  confcience  and  relief ;   or  Repentance  and  prayer 
 
 for  pardon  and  health. 
 I     \  MIDST  thy  wrath  remember  love, 
 il  Reftore  thy  fervant,  Lord, 
 Nor  let  a  Father's  cbaft'ning  prove 
 Like  an  avenger's  fword. 
 a  Thine  arrows  ftick  within  my  heart, 
 My  flefh  is  forely  prefs'd  : 
 Between  the  forrow  and  the  fmart 
 My  fpirit  finds  no  reft. 
 
 3  My  fins  a  heavy  load  appear, 
 
 And  o'er  my  head  are  gone  ; 
 Too  heavy  they  for  me  to  bear, 
 Too  hard  for  me  t'atone. 
 
 4  My  thoughts  are  like  a  troubled  fea, 
 
 That  finks  my  comforts  down; 
 And  I  go  mourning  all  the  day 
 Beneath  my  Father's  frown. 
 
84  PSALMS. 
 
 5  Lord,  I  am  weaken' d  and  difmay'd, 
 
 None  of  my  powers  are  whole  ; 
 My  wounds  with  piercing  anguifh  bleed, 
 The  angnifli  of  my  foul. 
 
 6  All  my  defires  to  thee  are  known, 
 
 Thine  eye  counts  every  tear ; 
 And  ev'ry  figh,  and  ev'ry  groan, 
 Is  notic'd  by  thine  ear. 
 
 7  Thou  art  my  God,  my  only  hope, 
 
 My  God  will  hear  my  cry  ; 
 My  God  will  bear  my  fpirit  up 
 When  Satan  bids  me  die. 
 [8  My  foes  rejoice  whene'er  I  flide, 
 To  fee  my  virtue  fail ; 
 They  raife  their  pleafure  and  their  pride 
 Whene'er  their  wiles  prevail. 
 
 9  But  I'll  confefs  my  guilty  ways, 
 
 And  grieve  for  all  my  fin  ; 
 I'll  mourn  how  weak  the  feeds  of  grace, 
 And  beg  fupport  divine. 
 
 10  My  God,  forgive  my  follies  paft, 
 
 And  be  for  ever  nigh  ; 
 O  Lord  of  my  falvation,  hafte, 
 
 Before  thy  fervant  die.] 
 PSALM   XXXIX.   ver.  I,  a,  3.  Firft  part. 
 Common  Metre. 
 Watchfulnefs  over  the  tongue ;    or,   Prudence   and  zfaf. 
 
 1  ~pHUS  I  refolv'd  before  the  Lord, 
 
 X     "  Now  will  I  watch  my  tongue, 
 "  Left  I  let  Hip  one  finful  word, 
 "  Or  do  my  neighbour  wrong." 
 
 2  Whene'er  conftrain'd  a  while  to  flay 
 
 With  men  of  life  profane, 
 I'll  fet  a  double  guard  that  day, 
 Nor  let  my  talk  be  vain. 
 
 3  I'll  fcarce  allow  my  lips  to  fpeak 
 
 The  pious  thoughts  I  feel, 
 Left  fcoffers  mould  th'  occafion  take 
 To  mock  my  holy  zeal. 
 
PSALMS.  8i 
 
 4  Yet  if  fomc  proper  hour  appear, 
 I'll  not  be  over  aw'd, 
 lu:  let  the  fcoffir.g  finners  hear 
 That  we  can  fpeak  for  God. 
 
 PSALM  XXXIX.   vcr.  4,5,  6,  7.   Second  part, 
 Common  Metre. 
 
 The  vanity  of  man  as  mortal, 
 f  TTEACH  me  themeafure  of  my  days, 
 Thou  Maker  of  my  frame  ; 
 I  would  furvey  life's  narrow  fpace, 
 And   learn  how  frail  I  am. 
 4  A  fpan  is  all  that  we  can  boaft, 
 An  inch  of  two  of  time  ; 
 Man  is  but  vanity  and  duft 
 In  all  his  flower  and  prime. 
 3  See  the  vain  raee  of  mortals  mftve 
 Like  fhadows  o'er  the  plain  ; 
 They  rage  and  drive,  defire  and  love, 
 But  all  the  noife  is  vain. 
 
 4  Some  walk  in  honour's  gaudy  mow, 
 
 Some  dig  for  golden  ore, 
 They  toil  for  heirs,  they  know  not  who, 
 And  ftraight  are  feen  no  more. 
 
 5  What  fhouid  I  wifh  or  wait  for  then' 
 
 From  creatures,  earth  and  duft  ? 
 They  make  our  expectations  vain, 
 And  difappoint  our  truft. 
 
 6  Now  I  forbid  my  carnal  hope, 
 I   My  fond  defires  recall : 
 
 I  give  my  mortal  intereft  up, 
 And  make  my  God  my  all, 
 
 PSALM  XXXIX.   ver.  9,-13.     Third  part. 
 Common  Metre. 
 
 Sick-bed  devotion ;  or,    Pleading  "without  repining* 
 
 2  /""N  OD  of  my  life,  look  gently  down, 
 V_X    Behold  the  pains  I  feel ; 
 Hut  I  am  dumb  before  thy  throne, 
 Nor  d»re  difpute  thy  will. 
 
86  PSALMS. 
 
 2  Difea/es  are  thy  fervants,  Lord, 
 
 They  come  at  thy  command  ; 
 
 I'll  riot  attempt  a  murm'ring  word 
 
 Againft  thy  chaft'ning  hand. 
 
 3  Yet  I  may  plead  with  humble  cries, 
 
 Remove  thy  rharp  rebukes  : 
 My  ftrength  confumes,  my  fpirit  dies, 
 Through  thy  repeated  ftrokes. 
 
 4  Crufh'd  as  a  moth  beneath  thy  hand, 
 
 We  moulder  to  the  dufl: ; 
 Our  feeble  pow'rscan  ne'er  withftand, 
 And  all  our  beauty's  loft. 
 
 5  I'm  but  a  ftranger  here  below, 
 
 As  all  my  fathers  were  ; 
 May  I  be  well  prepar'd  to  go, 
 When  I  thy  fummons  hear  ! 
 
 6  But  if  my  life  be  fpar'd  a  while 
 
 Before  my  lair,  remove, 
 Thy  praife  mall  be  my  bus'nefs  frill, 
 And  I'll  declare  thy  love. 
 PSALM    XLI.  ver.  I,  iy  3,  5,  17.  Flrft  part. 
 Common  Metre. 
 A  fong  of  deliverance  from  great  dljlrefs. 
 I  T  WAITED  patient  for  the  Lord, 
 JL  He  bow'd  to  hear  my  cry  ; 
 He  faw  me  refting  on  his  word, 
 And  brought  falvation  nigh, 
 a  He  rais'd  me  from  a  horrid  pit, 
 Where  mourning  long  I  lay, 
 And  from  my  bonds  releas'd  my  feet, 
 Deep  bonds  of  miry  clay. 
 
 3  Firm  on  a  rock  he  made  me  frand> 
 
 Aiid  taught  my  chearful  tongue 
 To  praife  the  wonders  of  his  hand, 
 In  a  new  thankful  fong. 
 
 4  T'll  fpread  his  works  of  grace  abroad  j 
 
 The  faints  with  joy  fball  hear, 
 And  (inners  learn  to  make  my  God 
 Their  only  hope  and  fear. 
 
PSALMS.  87 
 
 6  How  many  are  thy  thoughts  of  love  ; 
 
 Thy  mercies,  Lord,  how  great  ! 
 We  have  not  words  nor  hours  enough 
 Their  numbers  to  repeat. 
 
 7  When  I'm  afHitted,  poor  and  low, 
 
 And  light  and  peace  depart, 
 My  God  beholds  my  heavy  woe, 
 And  bears  me  on  his  heart. 
 PSALM  XL,  v.  6, — 9.  Second  part.  Gommon  Metre. 
 
 'The  incarnation  and  facrifice   of  Chrijl. 
 I  fT^HUS  faith  the  Lord,  "  Your  work,  is  vain, 
 X    "  Give  your  burnt-offerings  o'er, 
 **  In  dying  goats  and  bullocks  flain 
 "   My  foul  delights  no  more." 
 0,  Then  fpake  the  Saviour,  "  Lo,  I'm  here, 
 "  My  God,  to  do  thy  will  ; 
 **  Whate'er  thy  facred  books  declare, 
 "  Thy  fervant  (hall  fulfil. 
 3  "  Thy  love  is  ever  in  my  fight, 
 "  I  keep  it  near  my  heart ; 
 "  Mine  eyes  are  open'd  with  delight 
 "  To  what  thy  lips  impart." 
 
 .  4  And  fee  !  the  blefs'd  Redeemer  comes  ! 
 Th'  eternal  Son  appears, 
 And  at  th'appointed  time  aflumes 
 The  body  God  prepares. 
 
 5  Much  he  reveal'd  his  Father's  grace, 
 
 And  much  his  truth  he  fhew'd, 
 And  preach'd  the  way  of  righteoufnefs 
 Where  great  afTemblies  flood. 
 
 6  His  Father's  honour  touch'd  his  heart; 
 
 He  pitied  finners'  cries, 
 And  to  fulfil  a  Saviour's  part 
 Was  made  a  facrifice. 
 
 PAUSE. 
 
 7  No  blood  of  beafls  on  altars  fried 
 
 Could  warn  the  confcience  clean, 
 But  the  rich  facrifice  he  paid 
 Atones  for  all  our  fin. 
 
88  f    S   A    l    M    J, 
 
 8  Then  was  the  great  falvation  fpread, 
 And  Satan's  kingdom  (hook  ; 
 Thus  by  the  woman's  promised  feed 
 
 The   ferpent's  head  was  broke. 
 PSALM  XL.  ver,  5,— .10.     Long  Metre. 
 Chriji  our  facrifice. 
 I  rT",H  E  wonders.  Lord,  thy  love  has  wrought, 
 X     Exceed  our  praife,  furmount  our  thought; 
 Should  I  attempt  the  long  detail, 
 My  fpeech  would  faint,  my  numbers  fail, 
 a  No  blood  of  beafts,  on  altars  fpilt, 
 
 Can  cleanfe  the  fouls  of  men  from  guilt; 
 But  thou  haft  fet  before  our  eyes 
 An  all-fufficient  facrifice. 
 
 3  Lo!  thine  eternal  Son  appears, 
 To  thy  defigns  he  bows  his  ears 
 AfTumes  a  body  well-prepar'd, 
 
 And  well  performs  a  work  fo  hard. 
 
 4  "  Behold  I  come/'  the  Saviour  cries, 
 With  love  and  duty  in  his  eyes ; 
 
 "  I  come  to  bear  the  heavy  lead 
 
 "  Of  fins,  and  do  thy  will,  my  God. 
 
 5  "  Tis  written  in  thy  great  decree, 
 "  'Tis  in  thy  book  foretold  of  me  : 
 "  I  muft  fulfil  the  Saviour's  part ; 
 
 "  And  lo  !  thy  law  is  in  my  heart. 
 
 6  "  I'll  magnify  thy  holy  law, 
 
 "  And  rebels  to  obedience  draw, 
 
 "  When  on  my  crofsl'm  lifted  high, 
 
 u  Or  to  my  crown  above  the  fky. 
 
 7  "  The  Spirit  (hall  defcendand  fhow 
 
 "  What  thau  haft  done,  and  what  I  do; 
 *'  The  wond'ring  world  fhall  learn  thy  grace, 
 "  And  all  creation  tune  thy  praife" 
 PSALM  XLI.  ver.  1,  2,  3.     Long  Metre, 
 Charity  to   the  poor ;    or,  Pity  to  the  ajp.iged. 
 1   "OLESS'D  is  the  man  whofe  breaft  can  move, 
 Xj  And  melt  with  pity  to  the  poor, 
 Whofe  foul,   by  fympathizing  love, 
 Feels  what  his  fellow-faints  endure. 
 
r  s  a  l  m  s.  %y 
 
 2  His  heart  contrives  for  their  relief 
 
 More  good  than  his  own  hand  can  do; 
 He,  in  the  time  of  gen'ra-1  grief, 
 Shall  find  the  Lord  has  mercy  too. 
 
 3  His  foul  mail  live  fecnre  on  earth, 
 
 With  fecret  bleffings  on  his  head, 
 When  drought,  and  peftilence,  and  dearth, 
 Around  him  multiply  their  dead. 
 
 4  Or  if  he  languifh  on  his  couch, 
 
 God  will  pronounce  his  fins  forgiv'n,* 
 Will  fave  him  with  a  healing  touch, 
 Or  take  his  willing  foul  to  heav'n. 
 PSALM  XLII.  ver.  1,-9.     Firft  part. 
 Common  Metre. 
 Deferiion.  and  hope  ;   or,   Complaint  of  abfence  frerc- 
 public  zvorjhip. 
 I  "ITT"!  T  H  earned:  longings  of  the  mind, 
 VV     My  God,  to  thee  I  look ; 
 So  pants  the  hunted  hart  to  find 
 And  tafte  the  cooling  brook. 
 
 5  When  fhall  I  fee  thy  courts  of  grace, 
 
 And  meet  my  God  again  ? 
 So  long  an  abfence  from  thy  face 
 My  heart  endures  with  pain. 
 
 3  Temptations  vex  my  \ve3ry  foul, 
 
 And  tears  are  my  repaft  ; 
 The  foe  infults  without  controul, 
 "  And  where's  your  God  at  laft  ?" 
 
 4  'Tis  with  a  mournful  pleafure  now 
 
 I  think  on  ancient  days ; 
 Then  to  thy  houfe  did  numbers  go, 
 And  all  our  work  was  praife. 
 
 5  But  why,  my  foul,  funk  down  fo  far 
 
 Beneath  this  heavy  load  ? 
 
 My  fpirit  why  indulge  defpair, 
 
 And  fin  againft  my  God  ? 
 
 6  Hope  in  the  Lord,  whofe  mighty  hand 
 
 Can  all  thy  woes  remove, 
 For  I  fhall  yet  before  him  ftand, 
 And  fmg  reltoring  love. 
 
oo 
 
 PSALM   XLIL    ver.  6, — II.     Second  part. 
 Long  Metre. 
 
 Melancholy  thoughts  reproved;   or,  Hope  in  ajfliStion. 
 
 MY  fpirit  finks  within  me,  Lord, 
 But  I  will  call  thy  name  to  mind, 
 And  times  of  pad  diftrefs  record, 
 
 When  I  have  found  my  God  was  kind 
 :  Huge  troubles,  with  tumultuous  noife, 
 Swell  like  a  fea,  and  round  me  fpread  ; 
 The  rifing  waves  drown  all  my  joys, 
 And  roll  tremendous  o'er  my  head. 
 3  Yet  will  the  Lord  command  his  love, 
 When  I  addrefs  his  throne  by  day, 
 Nor  in  the  night  his  grace  remove  ; 
 The  night  mail  hear  me  fing  and  pray. 
 <j  I'll  cart  myfelf  before  his  feet, 
 
 And  fay,  "  My  God,  my  heav'nly  Rock, 
 ct  Why  doth  thy  love  fo  long  forget. 
 
 "  The  foul  that  groans  beneath  thy  ftroke  ?w 
 
 5  I'll  chide  my  heart  that  finks  fo  low ; 
 
 Why  fhould  my  foul  indulge  her  grief  ? 
 Hope  in  the  Lord,  and  praife  him  too  ; 
 He  is  my  reft,  my  fure  relief. 
 
 6  My  God,  my  mod  exceeding  joy, 
 
 Thy  light  and  truth  mail  guide  me  ftill, 
 Thy  word  (hall  my  belt  thoughts  employ, 
 And  lead  me  to  thine  heav'nly  hill. 
 
 PSALM  XLIII.     Common  Metre. 
 Safety  in  divine  proteSiion. 
 
 I    JUDGE  me,  O  God,  and  plead  my  caitfc, 
 J    Againfl:  a  finful  race  ; 
 From  vile  oppreflion  and  deceit 
 Secure  me  by  thy  grace. 
 I  On  thee  my  ftedfaft  hope  depends. 
 And  am  I  left  to  mourn  ? 
 To  fink  in  forrows,  and  in  vain, 
 Jmplore  thy  kirjd  return  ? 
 
?    S    A    L    M    S,  9I 
 
 ,3  Oh  fend  thy  light  to  guide  my  feet, 
 And  bid  thy  truth  appear, 
 Conduct  me  to  thy  holy  hill, 
 To  tafte  thy  mercies  there. 
 
 4  Then  to  thy  altar,  oh,  my  God, 
 
 My  joyful  feet  fhall  rife, 
 And  my  triumphant  fongs  fhall  praife 
 The  God  that  rules  the  fkies. 
 
 5  Sink  not,  my  foul,  beneath  thy  fear, 
 
 Nor  yield  to  weak  defpair  ; 
 For  I  fhall  live  to  praife  the  Lord, 
 And  blefs  his  guardian  care. 
 
 PSALM   XLIV.    ver.    1,2,3,8,15,-26 
 
 Common   Metre. 
 
 The  church1  s  complaint  in  perfecution. 
 
 1  T    ORD,  we  have  heard  thy  works  of  old, 
 \  a     Thy  works  of  power  and  grace, 
 
 When  to  our  ears  our  fathers  told 
 The  wonders  of  their  days  : 
 
 2  They  faw  thy  beauteous  churches  rife, 
 
 The  fpreading  gofpel  run  ; 
 While  light  and  glory  from  the  fkies 
 Through  all  their  temples  fhone. 
 
 3  In  God  they  boifted  all  the  day,  •  #  •  IN 
 
 And  wi  a  cheerful  throng  .o...--  ..  t- 
 
 Did  thoufands  meet  to  praife  and  pray, 
 And  grace  was  all  their  fong. 
 
 4  But  now  our  fouls  are  feiz'd  with  fliame, 
 
 Confufion  fills  our  face, 
 To  hear  the  enemy  blafpheme, 
 And  fools  reproaeh  thy  grace. 
 
 5  Yet  have  we  not  forgot  our  God, 
 
 Nor  falfely  dealt  with  heav'n, 
 Nor  have  our  fteps  declin'd  the  road 
 Of  duty  thou  haft  giv'n. 
 
 6  Though  dragons  all  around  us  roar 
 
 With  their  deftruftive  breath, 
 And  thine  own  hand  has  bruifs'd  us  fore, 
 Hard  by  the  gates  of  death. 
 
*~ 
 
 P    S    A    t    M    S» 
 
 PAUSE. 
 
 •7  We  are  exposed  all  da\  to  die, 
 As  martyrs  foi  thy  name  ; 
 As  fheep  for  (laughter  bound  we  lie,1: 
 And  wait  the  kindling  flime. 
 S  Awake,  arife,  almighty  Lord, 
 
 Why  deeps  thy  wonted  grace  ? 
 Wiry  mould  we  fcem  like  men  abhor' d. 
 Or  banihVd  from  thy  face  ? 
 
 9  Wilt  thou  for  ever  caft  us  off, 
 
 And  (till  neglect  our  cries? 
 For  ever  hide  thine  heav'nly  love 
 From  our  afflicted  eyes  ? 
 
 10  Down  to  the  dull  our  font  is  bow'd^ 
 .   .And  dies  upon  the  ground  ; 
 Rife  for  our  help,  rebuke   he  proud. 
 
 And  alt  their  pow'rs  confound. 
 
 11  Redeem.u.s  from  perpetual  flkme, 
 
 Our  Saviour  and  our  God  \ 
 We  plead  the  horumrs  of  thy  name, 
 The  merits  of  thy  blood. 
 
 PSALM    XLV.    Short   Metre. 
 The  glory  of  Cbrijl ;    tie  fuccefs  of    the  gofpd  ;    and  tie 
 |L  .  Gentile  church.  . 
 
 $•%  •  I  TV'/TY  Saviour  and  my  King,   J$ A  .'   1%  3  •  3  - 
 ^  U.UtSSIl.     Thy  beauties  are  divine  ;    cAt,l*  i>*  ^  • 
 Thy  lips  with  blefTings  overflow,    Ar^  ,  3^    ^ 
 And  ev'ry  grace  is  thine-  ' 
 
 3  Now  make  thy  glory  known, 
 Gird  on  thy  dreadful  fword, 
 And  rife  in  majefty  to  fpread 
 The  conquefts  of  thy  wond. 
 
 3  Strike  through  thy  (lubborn  foes, 
 
 Or  make  their  hearts  obey, 
 While  juitice,  meeknefs,  grace  and  truth. 
 Attend  thy  glorious  way. 
 
 4  Thy  laws,  O  God,  are  right, 
 
 Thy  throne  (hall  ever  (land  j 
 And  thy  victorious  gofpel  prove, 
 A  fceptre  in  thy. hand. 
 
PSALMS*.  93 
 
 IS  Thy  Father  and  thy  God 
 Hath  without  meafure  fhed 
 His  ipirits,  like  a  grateful  oil, 
 T'  anoint  thy  facred  head.] 
 [6  Behold,  at  thy  right  hand 
 The  Gentile  church  is  feen, 
 A  beauteous  bride,  in  rich  attire, 
 And  princes  6uard  the  queen.]. 
 
 7  Fair  bride,  receive  his  love, 
 
 Forget  thy  father's  houfe  ; 
 Forfake  thy  gods,  thy  idol  gods, 
 And  pay  thy  Lord  thy  vows. 
 
 8  O  let  thy  God  and  King 
 Thy  fweeteft  thoughts  employ  ; 
 
 Thy  children  (hail  his  honour  ilng, 
 And  tafte  the  heav'nly  joy. 
 
 •PSALM     XLV.     Common  Metre. 
 
 The  ferfonal  glories  and  government  of  Chrijt, 
 I  T'LL  fpeak  the  honours  of  my  King, 
 A     His  form  divinely  fair  : 
 None  of  the  fons  of  mortal  race  .* 
 
 May  with  the  Lord  compare.  / 
 
 '%  Sweet  is  thy  fpeech,  and  heav'nly  grace 
 
 Upon  thy  lips  is  fhed  ; 
 Thy  God  with  bleffings  infinite 
 
 Hath  crown'd  thy  facred  head. 
 Gird  on  thy  fword,  victorious  prince, 
 
 Ride  with  majeftic  fway  ; 
 Thy  terror  (hall  ftrike  through  thy  foeSj 
 
 And  make  the  world  obey. 
 \  Thy  throne,  O  God,  for  ever  flands, 
 
 Thy  word  of  grace  (hall  prove 
 A  peaceful  fceptre  in  thy  hands, 
 
 To  rule  thy  faints  by  love. 
 Juftice  and  truth  attend  thee  (till, 
 
 But  mercy  is  thy  choice  ; 
 And  God,  thy  God,  thy  foul  fhalf  fill 
 
 With  mpft  peculiar  joys. 
 
94  r    8    A   l    M    3. 
 
 PSALM  XLV.     Firft  part.     Long  Metre. 
 Tit  glory  of  Cbrif,  and  power  of  bis  gfpcl, 
 I   "VT°W  be  my  heart  infpir'd  to  ling 
 
 JlN    The  glories  of  my  Saviour  King, 
 
 Jefus  the  Lord  ;  how  heav'nly  fair 
 
 His  form  !  how  bright  his  beauties  are, ! 
 a  O'er  all  the  fons  of  human  race 
 
 He  mines  with  far  fuperior  grace, 
 
 Love  from  his  lips  divinely  flows, 
 
 And  bleflings  all  his  Irate  compofe. 
 
 3  Drefs  thee  in  arms,  mod  mighty  Lord, 
 Gird  on  the  terror  of  thy  fword, 
 
 In  majefty  and  glory  ride 
 
 With  truth  and  meeknefs  at  thy  fide. 
 
 4  Thine  anger,  like  a  pointed  dart, 
 Shall  pierce  the  foes  of  ftubborn  heart  ; 
 Or  words  of  mercy,  kind  and  fweet, 
 Shall  melt  the  rebels  at  thy  feet. 
 
 5  Thy  throne,  O  God,  for  ever  frands, 
 Grace  is  the  fceptre  in  thy  hands  ; 
 Thy  laws  and  works  are  juft  and  right, 
 But  grace  and  juftice  thy  delight. 
 
 6  God,  thine  own  God,  has  richly  fhed 
 
 His  oil  of  gladnefs  on  thy  head  ; 
 
 And  with  his  facred  Spirit  blefl: 
 
 His  firft-born  Son  above  the  reft. 
 PSALM    XLV.     Second   part.    Long   Metre. 
 
 Chrijl   and  bis  cburcb  ;    or,  Tbe  myftical 
 I  THE  king  of  faints,  how  fair  his  face, 
 Adorn'd  with  majefty  and  grace! 
 
 He  comes  with  bleflings  from  above, 
 
 And  wins  the  nations  to  his  love. 
 1  At  his  right  hand,  our  eyes  behold 
 
 The  queen  array'd  in  pureit  gold  ; 
 
 The  world  admires  her  heav'nly  drefs, 
 
 Her  robes  of  joy  and  righteoulhefs. 
 3  He  forms  her  beauties  like  his  own, 
 
 He  calls  and  feats  her  near  his  throne  ; 
 
 Fair  ftranger,  let  thine  heart  forged 
 
 The  idols  of  thy  native  ftate. 
 
 marriage. 
 
PSALMS*  95 
 
 4  So  (hall  the  king  the  more  rejoice 
 In  thee  the  favourite  of  his  choice; 
 Let  him  be  lov'd,  and  yet  ador'd, 
 For  he's  thy  Maker  and  thy  Lord. 
 
 5  Oh  happy  hour,  when  thou  (halt  rife 
 To  his  fair  palace  in  the  fkies. 
 And  all  thy  fons  (a  numerous  train) 
 Each  like  a  prince  in  glory  reign. 
 
 6  Let  endlefs  honours  crown  his  head  ; 
 Let  ev'ry  age  his  praifes  fpread  ; 
 While  we  with  cheerful  fongs  approve 
 The  condefcenfion  of  his  love. 
 
 PSALM  XLVI.   Firft  part.    Long  Metre. 
 
 ¥be  church' sfafety  and  triumph  amovg  national  defolatiwio 
 
 I  /^i  O  D  is  the  refuge  of  his  faints, 
 
 VJT  When  dorms  of  fharp  diftrefs  invade 
 Ere  we  can  offer  our  complaints, 
 Behold  him  prefent  with  his  aid. 
 
 4'  Let  mountains  from  their  feats  be  hurl'd 
 Down  to  the  deep,  and  buried  there, 
 Convulfions  make  the  folid  world, 
 Our  faith  mall  never  yield  to  fear* 
 
 3  Loud  may  the  troubled  ocean  roar, 
 
 In  facred  peace  our  fouls  abide, 
 While  ev'ry  nation,  ev'ry  fhore 
 
 Trembles,  and  dreads  the  fwelling  tide. 
 
 4  There  is  a  ftream,  whofe  gentle  flow 
 
 Supplies  the  city  of  our  God  ! 
 Life,  love  and  joy  ftill  gliding  through 
 And  watering  our  divine  abode. 
 
 5  That  facred  ftream,  thine  holy  word, 
 
 Supports  our  faith,  our  fear  controuls, 
 Sweet  peace  thy  promifes  afford, 
 
 And  give  new  ftrength  to  fainting  fouls. 
 
 6  Zion  enjoys  her  monarch's  love, 
 
 Secure  again  ft  a  threat'ning  hour  ; 
 Nor  can  her  firm  foundation  move, 
 Built  on  his  truth,  and  arm'd  with  pow'r. 
 
$6  PSALMS. 
 
 PSALM  XLVT.  Second  part.  Long  Metre. 
 
 God  jights  for  his  church, 
 I  T    ET  Zion  in  her  king  rejoice, 
 
 .1  j     Though  tyrants  rage,  and  kingdoms  rife ; 
 He  utters  his  almighty  voice, 
 
 The  nations  melt,  the  tumult  dies. 
 %  The  Lord  of  old  for  Jacob  fought, 
 And  Jacob's  God  is  (till  our  aid  ; 
 Behold  the  works  his  hand  has  wrought 
 What  defolations  he  h^s  made. 
 
 3  From  fea  to  fea,  through  all  the  mores 
 
 He  makes  the  noile  of  battle  ceafe  ; 
 "When  from  on  high  his  thunder  roars, 
 He  awes  the  trembling  world  to  peace. 
 
 4  He  breaks  the  bow,  he  cuts  the  ipear, 
 
 Chariots  he  burns  with  heav'nly  flame; 
 Let  earth  in  fiknt  wonder  hear 
 The  found  and  glory^  of  his  name. 
 
 5  "  Be  (till,  and  learn  that  I  am  Gad, 
 
 "  I  reign  exalted  o'er  the  lands, 
 "  I  will  be  known  and  fear'c.  abroad, 
 "  But  (till  my  throne  in  Zion  ftanaV 
 
 6  O  Lord  of  hofrs,  almighty  king, 
 
 While  we  fo  near  thy  prefence  dwell, 
 Our  faith  fhall  fit  fecure,  and  fing, 
 Nor  fear  the  raging  pow'rs  of  hell. 
 
 PSALM    XLVII.    Common  Metre, 
 Chrf  afemding  and  reigning. 
 
 1  /~\&  for  a  fhout  of  facred  joy 
 V_y     To  God  the  fov'reign  king  ! 
 Let  ev'ry  land  their  tongues  employ, 
 
 And  hymns  of  triumph  fing. 
 
 2  Jefus  our  God  afcends  on  high, 
 
 His  heav'nly  guards  around 
 Attend  him,  rifing  through  the  fky, 
 With  trumpet's  joyful  found. 
 
 3  While  angels  (bout  and  praife  their  king, 
 
 Let  mortals  learn  their  (trains  ; 
 Let  all  the  earth  his  honours  fing  ; 
 O'er  all  the  earth  he  reigns. 
 
*  t-A    L    M    S.  $7 
 
 4  Rehearfe  his  praife  with  awe  profound, 
 
 Let  knowledge  guide  the  fong  ; 
 Nor  mock  him  with  a  folemn  found 
 Upon  a  thought lefs  tongue. 
 
 5  In  Ifrael  ftoo^.  h'S  ancient  throne, 
 
 He  lov'd  that  chofen  race  , 
 But  now  he  calls  the  world  his  own, 
 And  heathens  tafte  his  grace.. 
 I  6  The  Gentile  nations  are  the  Lord's, 
 There  Abraham's  God  is  known  ;. 
 While  pow'rs  and  princes,  fhfetds'and  fwords 
 Submit  be  ore  his  throne. 
 
 PSALM  XLVTH.ver.  X— 8.  Fiift  part.  Short  Metre 
 
 "The  church  is  the  honour  and  fafety  of  a  nation. 
 £1/"^  RE  AT  i?  •:  .e  Lord    ur  God, 
 V.X     And  let  his  praife  be  great; 
 He  makes  his  churches  his  abode, 
 His  mod  delightful  feat. 
 
 S  Thefe  temples  of  his  grace, 
 How  beautiful  they  ftand  ! 
 The  honours  of  our  native  places 
 And  bulwarks  of  our  land.] 
 
 3  In  Zion  God  is  known 
 
 A  refuge  in  diitrefs  ; 
 How  bright  has  his  falvation  fhone, 
 How  fair  hisheav'nly  grace  ! 
 
 4  When  kings  againft  her  join'd, 
 
 Andfaw  the  Lord  was  there, 
 In  wild  confullon  of  the  mind. 
 They  fled  with  hafly  fear. 
 
 5  When  navies  tall  and  proud 
 
 Attempt  to  fpoil  our  peace, 
 He  fends  his  tempeft  roaring  loud, 
 And  finks  them  in  the  feas. 
 d  Oft  have  cur  fathers  told, 
 Our  eyes  have  often  feen, 
 How  well  our  God  fecures  the  fold 
 Where  his  own  flocks  have  been. 
 
98  PSALM*. 
 
 7  In  ev'ry  new  diftrefs 
 
 We'll  to  his  houfe  repair, 
 Recal  to  mind  his  wond'rous  grace, 
 And  feek  deliverance  there. 
 
 PSALM  XLVIII.  ver.  10,-14.     Second  part. 
 Short  Metre, 
 
 The  beauty    of  the  church  ;    or,  Go/pel  ivorjbip  and  ordtr* 
 X  TT'AR  as  thy  name  is  known 
 JT    The  world  declares  thy  praife  ; 
 Thy  faints.  O  Lord,  before  thy  throne 
 Their  fongs  of  honour  raife. 
 1  With  joy  thy  people  (land 
 On  Zion's  chofen  hill, 
 Proclaim  the  wonders  of  thy  hand, 
 And  counfels  of  thy  will. 
 
 3  Let  ftrangers  walk  around 
 
 The  city  where  we  dwell, 
 Compafs  and  view  thine  holy  ground, 
 And  mark  the  building  well. 
 
 4  The  orders  of  thy  houfe, 
 
 The  worfhip  of  thy  court, 
 The  chearful  fongs,  the  folemn  vows, 
 And  make  a  fair  report. 
 
 5  How  decent  and  how  wife  ! 
 
 How  glorious  to  behold  ! 
 Beyond  the  pomp  that  charms  the  eyes, 
 And  rites  adom'd  with  gold. 
 
 6  The  God  we  worfhip  now 
 
 Will  guide  us  till  we  die  ; 
 Will  be  our  God  while  here  below, 
 And  ours  above  the  fky. 
 
 PSALM    XLIX.  ver.  6,-14.     Firft  part. 
 Common  Metre. 
 r   ?ride  and  death  ;  or,    The  vanity  of  life  and  riches* 
 I  "\T7'HY  dotn  the  man  of  riches  grow 
 \  V     To  infolence  and  pride, 
 To  fee  his  weahh  and  honours  flow, 
 With  ev*ry  rifing  tide  ? 
 
MALMS,  9£ 
 
 [a  Why  doth  he  treat  the  poor  with  fcorn, 
 Made  of  the  felf-fame  clay, 
 And  boaft  as  though  his  fiefii  were  born 
 Of  better  duft  than  they  ?] 
 
 43  Not  all  his  treafures  can  procure 
 His  foul,  a  ihort  reprieve, 
 Redeem  from  death  one  guilty  hour, 
 Or  make  his  brother  live. 
 
 4  Eternal  life  can  ne'er  be  fold, 
 ,     The  ranfom  is  too  high ; 
 
 Juftice  will  ne'er  be  brib'd  with  gold, 
 That  men  may  never  die.] 
 
 5  He  fees  the  brutifli  and  the  wife, 
 
 The  timorous  and  the  brave 
 Quit  their  poffeflions,  clofe  their  eyes, 
 And  haften  to  the  grave, 
 
 6  Yet 'tis  his  inward  thought  and  pride, 
 
 "  My  houfe  (hall  ever  ftand  ; 
 "  And  that  my  name  may  long  abide 
 "  I'll  give  it  to  my  land." 
 
 7  Vain  are  his  thoughts,  his  hopes  are  lofl, 
 
 How  foon  his  mem'ry  dies ! 
 His  name  is  buried  in  the  duft, 
 Where  his  own  body  lies.] 
 PAUSE. 
 
 8  This  is  the  folly  of  their  way ! 
 
 And  yet  their  fons,  as  vain, 
 Approve  the  words  their  fathers  fay, 
 And  ad  their  works  again. 
 
 9  Men  void  of  wifdom  and  of  grace, 
 
 Though  honour  raife  them  high, . 
 Live  like  the  beat!,  a  thoughtlefs  race, 
 
 And  like  the  beaft  they  die. 
 IS  [Laid  in  the  grave,  like  filly  (beep, 
 
 Death  triumphs  o'er  them  there, 
 Till  the  laft  trumpet  breaks  their  fleep. 
 
 And  wakes  them  in  defpair.l^ 
 
100  PSALMS. 
 
 PSALM  XLIX.  ver.  14— 15.  Second  part. 
 
 Common  Metre. 
 
 Death  and  the  refurreclion. 
 
 ?  'VT'E  fons  of  pride, that  hate  thejuft, 
 X       And  trample  on  the  poor, 
 When  death  has  brought  you  down  toduft, 
 Your  pomp   (hall  rife  no  more, 
 a  The  laft:  great  day  fhall  change  the  fcene  ; 
 When  will  that  hour  appear  ! 
 When  fhall  the  juft  revive  and  reign 
 O'er  all  that  fcorn'd  them  here  ? 
 
 3  God  will  my  naked  foul  receive, 
 
 Call'd  from  the  world  away, 
 And  break,  the  prifon  of  the  grave, 
 To  raife  my  mouldering  clay. 
 
 4  Heav'n  is  my  everlafting  heme, 
 
 Th'  inheritance  is  fare  ; 
 Let  men  of  pride  their  rage  refume, 
 Bat  I'll  repine  no  more. 
 
 PSALM    XLIX.        Long  Metre. 
 The  rich  /inner* s  death,  and  the  faint's  refurreclion. 
 
 I  "\1T7"HY  do  the  proud  infultthe  poor, 
 
 VV      And  boaft  the  large  eftates  they  have ; 
 How  vain  are  riches  to  feeure 
 
 Their  haughty  owners  from  the  grave  ! 
 a  They  can't  redeem  an  hour  from  death 
 With  all  the  wealth  in  wh'ch  they  truft  ; 
 Nor  give  a  dying  brother  breath, 
 
 When  God  commands  him  down  toduft. 
 
 3  There  the  dark  earth  and  difmal  fhade 
 
 Shall  clafp  their  naked  bodies  round 
 That  fleOifo  delicately  fed 
 
 Lies  cold,  and  moulders  in  the  ground. 
 
 4  Like  thoughtlefs  fheep  the  finner  dies, 
 
 Aad  leaves  his  glories  in  the  tomb  : 
 The  faints  (hall  in  the  morning  rife, 
 And  hear  the  oppreflbi's  awful  doom. 
 
PSALMS,  IQ2 
 
 5  His  hotioursperifhinthe  duft, 
 
 And  pomp  and  beauty,  birth  3nd  blood  ° 
 That  glorious  day  exalts  the  juft 
 To  full  dominion  o'er  the  proud. 
 
 6  My  Saviour  fhall  my  life  reflore. 
 
 And  raife  me  from  my  dark  aDode  ; 
 My  flelh  and  foul  fhall  part  no  more, 
 But  dwell  forever  near  my  God. 
 
 PSALM  L.  ver.  I, — ,  Firit  part.    Common  Metre 
 
 The  I  ajl  judgment  ;    or,    The  faints  rewarded, 
 
 I  npHELord,  the  judge,  before  his  throne 
 J.    Bids  the  whole  earth  draw  nigh, 
 The  nations  near  the  rifing  fun, 
 And  near  the  weftern  fky. 
 
 4  No  more  fhall  bold  blafphemers  fay, 
 
 "  Judgment  will  ne'er  begin;" 
 No  more  abufe  his  long  delay 
 To  impudence  and  fan. 
 3  Thron'd  on  a  cloud  our  God  (hall  come^ 
 •  Bright  flames  prepare  his  way, 
 Thunder  and  darknefs,  fire  and  ftorm 
 Lead  on  the  dreadful  day. 
 4  Heav'n  from  above  his  call  fhall  hear, 
 Attending  angels  come, 
 And  earth  and  hell  fhall  know,  and  fear 
 His  juftice  and  their  doom. 
 
 5  "  But  gather  all  my  faints  (he  cries) 
 
 "  That  made  their  peace  with  God, 
 "  By  the  Reedemer's  facriSce, 
 "  And  feal'd  it  with  his  blood. 
 
 6  "  Their  faith  and  works  brought  forth  to'light, 
 
 "  Shall  make  the  world  confeis 
 
 "  My  fentence  of  reward  is  right 
 
 **  And  heav'a  adore  my  grace. 
 
r   a   a    l,   m    o 
 
 PSALM   L.  ver.  10,  II,  14,  15,  «3- 
 
 Second  part.     Common  Metre. 
 Obedience  is   better    than  facijice. 
 I  ■pHUS  faith  the  Lord,  "  The  fpacious  fields, 
 "  And  flocks  and  hcds,  are  mine^ 
 "  O'er  all  the  cattle  of  the  hills 
 "  I  claim  a  right  divine. 
 
 4  "  I  afk  no  fheep  for  facrifice, 
 Nor  bullocks  burnt  with  fire  ; 
 "  To  hope  and  love,  to  pray  and  praife, 
 "  Is  all  that  I  require. 
 
 3  "  Invoke  my  name  when  trouble's  near, 
 
 "  My  hand  ihall  let  thee  free  ; 
 Then  fhall  thy  thankful  lips  declare 
 "c  The  honour  due  to  me. 
 
 4  "  The  man  that  offers  humble  praife, 
 
 "  Declares  my  glory  bed  : 
 "  And  thofe  that  tread  my  holy  ways 
 "  Shall  my  falvation  tafte." 
 
 PSALM  L.   ver.  1,  5,  8,  16,  ai,  22.     Third  pait. 
 Common  Metre. 
 
 The  judgment  of  hypocrites. 
 
 1  "VX7"HEN  Chrift  to  JudSment  ftaU  defcend, 
 
 VV     And  faints  furround  their  Lord, 
 He  calls  the  nations  to  attend, 
 And  hear  his  awful  word. 
 
 2  "  Not  for  the   want  of  bullocks  flain 
 
 w  Will  I  the  world  reprove ; 
 "  Altars,  and  rites,  and  forms  are  vain, 
 "  Without  the  fire  of  love. 
 
 3  "  And  what  have  hypocrites  to  do 
 
 M  To  bring  their  fecrifice  ? 
 "  They  call  my  ftatutes  jufl  and  true, 
 
 "  But  deal  in  theft  and  lies. 
 •*  Could  you  expect  to  'fcapc  my  fight, 
 
 "  And  fin- without  controul  ? 
 "  But  I  lhall 'bring  yourcrimes  to  light 
 
 "  With  anguifh  in  your  foul." 
 
PSALMS.  105 
 
 5  €onfider,  ye  that  flight  the  Lord, 
 Before  his  wrath  appear  ; 
 If  once  you  fall  beneath  hisfword, 
 There's  no  deliv'rer  there. 
 
 PSALM     L.     Long  Metre. 
 Hypocrify  expofed. 
 
 I  T^HELord,  the  Judge,  his  churches  warns, 
 JL      Let  hypocites  attend  and  fear, 
 Who  place  their  hopes  in  rites  and  forms. 
 But  make  not  faith  nor  love  their  care, 
 a  Vile  wretches  dare  rehearfe  his  name, 
 With  lips  of  falfhood  and  deceit ; 
 A  friend  or  brother  they  defame, 
 
 Hnd  foothe  and  flatter  thofe  they  hate. 
 
 3  They  watch  to  do  their  neighbours  wrong,     - 
 
 Yet  dare  to  feek  their  Maker's  face  ; 
 
 They  take  his  covenant  on  their  tongue, 
 
 But  break  his  laws,  abufe  his  grace. 
 
 4  To  heav'n  they  lift  their  hands  unclean, 
 
 Defil'd  with  lufl,  defil'd  with  blood; 
 By  night  they  praclife  every  fin, 
 
 By  day  their  mouths  draw  near  to  God. 
 
 5  And  while  his  judgments  long  delay, 
 
 They  grow  fecure  and  fin  the  more  j 
 They  think  he  fleeps  as  well  as  they} 
 And  put  far  off  the  dreadful  hour. 
 
 6  O  dreadful  hour  !  when  God  draws  near, 
 
 And  fets  their  crimes  before  their  eyes  1 
 His  wrath  their  guilty  fouls  (hall  tear, 
 And  no  deliv'rer  dare  to  rife. 
 
 PSALM   L.     To  a  new  tune. 
 
 The    lajl  judgment. 
 
 i  r  I  1HELord,theSov'reign, fends hisfurnmonsforth, 
 X   Calls  the  foirth  nations,  and  awakes  the  north  ; 
 From  caft  to  weft  the  founding  orders  fpread 
 Through  diftant  worlds  and  regions  of  the  dead  : 
 No  more  (hall  athiefts  mock  his  1  mg  delay  ; 
 His  vengeance  fleeps  no  more  ;  behold  the  dzr 
 C3 
 
154  •  S   A    1    Vt   S. 
 
 a  Behold,  the  Judge  defcends  ;  his  guard's  are  nigh, 
 Tempeft  and  fire  attend  him  down  the  fky.  [come 
 Heav'n,  earth,  and  hell  draw  near  :  let  all  things 
 To  hear  his  juftice,  and  the  finner's  doom  : 
 "  But  gather  firft  my  faints,"  the  jndge  commands, 
 "  Bring  them,  ye  angels,  from  their  diftant  lands. 
 
 3  Behold,  my  covenant  ftands  for  ever  good, 
 Seal'd  by  th*  eternal  facrifice  in  blood,  [Jew, 
 And  figi/d  with  all  therr  names;  the  Greek,  the 
 That  paid  the  ancient  vorfrip,  or  the  new, 
 Therersno  dnHrftion  here;  prepare  their  thrones, 
 And  near  me  feat  my  favorites  and  my  fons, 
 
 4  I,  their  almighty  S3vk>ur  and  their  God, 
 
 I  am  their  Judge  :  ye  heav'ns,  proclaim  abroad 
 
 My  juft  eternal  fentence,  ant1  declare 
 
 Thole  awful  truths  that  finners  dread  to  hear; 
 
 Sinners  in   Zion,  tremble,  and  retire  ; 
 
 I  doom  the  painted  hypocrite  to  fire. 
 
 5  Not  for  the  want  of  goats  or  bullocks  flam 
 Do  I  condemn  thee;  bulls  and  goats  are  vain 
 Without  the  flames  of  love;  in  vain  the  (lore 
 Of  brutal  ofPrings  that  were  mine  before  : 
 Aline  are  the  tamer  beafis  and  favage  breed, 
 Flocks,  herds,  and  fields, and  fortflswherethey  feed., 
 
 6  Ff  I  were  hungry,  would  I  aflc  thee  food  ? 
 When  did  I  thirft,  or   arte  the  victim's  blood  ? 
 Can  I  be  flattered  with    thy  cringing  bows, 
 Thy  folemn  chatt'rings,   and  fantaflie  vows? 
 Are  my  eyes  charm'd  thy  veftmentsto  behold, 
 Glaring  Tn  gems,  and  gay  in  woven  gold  I     [pleaf* 
 
 ?  Unthinking  wretch  !  how  cou'd'fl  tliou  hope  to 
 A  God,  a  Spirit,  with  fuch  toys  as  thefe  ? 
 While  wi^h  my  grace  and  ffatutes  on  thy  tongue, 
 Thou  lov'ft  deceit,  and  doft  thy  brother  wrong: 
 In  vain  to  pious  forms  thy  zeal  pretends, 
 Thieves  and  adulterers  are  thy  chofen  friends. 
 $}  Silent  I  waited  with  long-fuff'ring  love, 
 
 But  didfl  thou  hope  that  I  fhould  nt'er  reprove? 
 And  chirifn  fuch  an  impious  thought  within, 
 That  God  the  righteous   would  indulge  thy  fin  ? 
 Behold  my  terrors  now  ;  my  thunders  roll, 
 And  thy  own  crimes  affright  thy  guil|y  foul/* 
 
T  S  A    L    M    S.  1^5 
 
 a  Sinners,  awake  betimes ;  ye  fools  be  wife  ; 
 
 Awake  before  this  dreadfulmovningrife;    [amend, 
 Change    your  vain    thoughts,  your  finful    wor^s 
 Fly  to  the  Savieur,   make  the  Judge  your  friend  % 
 Left,  like  a  lion,  his  laft  vengeance  tear 
 Your  trembling  fouls,  and  no  deliverer  near. 
 PSALM     L,     To  the  old  proper  tune, 
 Th»  laji  judgment, 
 I  THE  God  of  glory  fends  his  ftimmons  forth,  * 
 Calls  the  fouth  nations,  and  awakes  the  north 
 From  eaft  to  weft  the  fov'reign  orders  fpread, 
 Through  dlftast  worlds  and  regions  of  the  dead, 
 *Tbe  trumpet  founds,  hell  trembles,  heaven  rejoices  $ 
 Lift  up  yOur  heads,  ye  faints,  -uith  cheerful  voices* 
 a  No  more  Ihall  atheifts  mock  his  long  delay; 
 His  vengeance  fleeps  no  more?  behold  the  day!. 
 Behold,  the  Judge  defcends;  his  guards  are  nigh^ 
 Tempefts  and  fire  attend  him  -down  the  Iky. 
 When  God  appears-,  all  nature  Jhall  addre  him  ; 
 While  finners  tremble,  faints  rejoice  iefSre  hint' 
 
 3  ct  Heav*n,  earth,  and  hell,  <ka-w  near.;  let  all  thlnj^t 
 
 come 
 To  hear  my  juftice,  aisd  the  fmuer^s  doom: 
 But  gather  firft  my  faints,''  the  Judge  command^ 
 "  Bring  them,  ye  angels,  from  their  diftant  lands. 
 When  Chri/l  returns,  wale  every  cheerful  pafion^ 
 jLndfbout,  ye  faints  ;   he  comes  fsr  your falvation* 
 
 4  Behold,  my  covenant  (lands  for  ever  good, 
 Seal'd  by  th*  eternal  facrifke  In  blood,  [Jew, 
 And  (ign'd  with  all  their  names  ;   the  Greek,  the 
 That  paid  the  ancient  <worftrip,  or  the  new. 
 
 "Therms  no  dflinclion  here  ;  join  all your  voices-. 
 And  raife  your  heads,  ye   faints,  for  heaven   rejoices ; 
 $  Here,"  faith  the  Lord,  **  ye  angels,  fpread  their 
 thrones, 
 And  near  me  feat  my  fav'rites  and  my  fons; 
 Come  my  redeemed,  pofTefs  the  joys  prepared 
 Ere  time  began,  'tis  your  divine  reward. 
 WhenCbriJl  returns,  •wake  every  cheerful pafpont 
 Ar.dfoout^  ye  faints  ,•  be  comes  for  your  falvation* 
 
ic6  r  s  A  x  m  s. 
 
 PAUSE    the  firfr. 
 
 6  I  am  the  Saviour,  I  th*  almighty  God 
 
 The  fov'reign  Judge  :  ye  heav'ns  proclaim  abroad 
 My  juft  eternal  fentence,  and  declare 
 Thole  awful  truths  that  Tinners  dread  to  hear. 
 
 When  God  appears,  all  nature Jhall adore  him; 
 
 While ftnners  tremble,  faints  rejoice  before  him. 
 
 7  Stand  forth,  thou  bold  blafphemer,  and  profane 
 Now  feel  my  wrath,  nor  call  my  threat'nings  vain; 
 Thou  hypocrite,  once  drelVd  in  faint's  attire> 
 
 I  doom  the  painted  hypocrite  to  fire. 
 Judgment  proceeds ,  hell  trembles,  heav'n  rejoices: 
 Lift  up  your  heads ,  ye faints,  with  cheerful  'voices. 
 
 8  Not  for  the  want  of  goats  or  bullocks  fiain 
 Do  I  condemn  thee  ;   bulls  and  goats  are  vain 
 Without  the  flames  of  love  :  in  vain  the  (tore 
 Of  brutal  off* rings  that  were  mine  before. 
 
 Earth  is  the  Lord's,    all  nature  faall  adore  him  ; 
 While  ftnners  tremble,  faints  rejoice  before  him. 
 9  If  i  were   hungry,  would  1  afk  thee  food  ? 
 When  did  I  third  ?  or  drink  thy  bullock's  blood  ? 
 Mine  are  the  tamer    beafts  and  favage  breed, 
 Flocks,  herds,  and  fields,  and  forefls  were  they  feed> 
 Jill  is  the  Lord's  ;    he  rules  the  -wide  creation; 
 Gives  ftnners  vengeance,  and  the  faints  falvation, 
 Je>  Can  I  be  flatter'd  with  thy  cringing  bows, 
 Thy  foiemn  chatt'rings,  and  fantaflic  vows  ? 
 Are  my  eyes  charm'd,  thy  veftments  to  behold, 
 Glaring  in  gems,  and  gay  in  woven  gold  ? 
 God  is  the  judge  of  hearts,   no  fair  difguifes 
 Canfcrcen  the  guilty  ivhen  his  vengeance  rifss. 
 
 P  A   U   S  E   the  feeond. 
 lUnthinking  wretch !  how  could'ftthou  hope  to  pleafe 
 A  God,   a  fpirit,   with  fuch  toys  as  thefe  ? 
 While,  with  my  grace  and  ftatutes  on  thy  tongue, 
 Thou   lovd'ft  deceit,  and  doft  thy  brother  wrong, 
 Judgment  proceeds,   hell  trembles,  heav'n  rejoices  ; 
 Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  faints,   ivith  cheerful  voices. 
 
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 tl  In  vain  to  pious  forms  thy  zeal  pretends ; 
 Thieves  and  adiillfrers  are  thy  cbcfen  friends  : 
 While  the  falfe  fktt'rer  at  mine  altar  waits, 
 His  hardened  foul  divine  instruction  hates* 
 God  is  the  judge  oj  hearts ,  no  fair  dfguifesy 
 Can  fir  ten  the  gu-'ty  tihen  his  vengeance  rifei, 
 X3  Silent  I  waited  with  long-fofPring  love, 
 
 But  didft  then  hope  that  I  mould  ne'er  reprove  f 
 And  cherfth  finch  an  impious  thought  withia, 
 That  the  Ail-hoiy  would  indulge  thy  fini 
 See,   Go    appears  ;  all  nations  join  f  adore  hhn  ,-  e 
 
 Judgment  proceeds,  and Jinners  fall  before  him, 
 14  Behold  my  terrors  now  ;  my  thunders  roil, 
 And  thy  cwn  crimes  affright  thy  guilty  foul; 
 Now,  like  a  lion,  (hall  my  vengeance  tear 
 Thy  bleeding  heart,  and  no  deliverer  near. 
 Judgment  concludes^  hell  trembles,  heav'n  rejoicx^ 
 Lift  up  your  beads,  ye  faints,   ivith  cheerful  vQieet , 
 EPI  PHONE  MA, 
 Sinners,  awake  betimes  ;  ye  fools  be  wife1? 
 Awake  before  this  dreadful  morning  rife  : 
 Change  your  vain  though ts,your  Hnful  works  amend, 
 Fly  to  the  Saviour,  make  the  Judge  your  friend* 
 ^The/j  join,  ye  faints  ;  -wake  etf *  ry  cheerful  pajjzon  ; 
 When  Chrif  returns,  he  comes  for  your  falvatian, 
 PSALM   LL    Firftpart.    Long  Metre. 
 Ji  penitent  pleading  for  fardOn* 
 I  CHEW  pity, Lord;  O  Lord,  forgive; 
 *•*  Let  a  repenting  rebel  live  : 
 Are  not  thy  mercies  large  and  free  ? 
 May  not  a  finner  truft  in  thee  } 
 %  My  crimes  are  great,  but  can't  iurpafs 
 The  power  and  glory  of  thy  grace  : 
 Great  God,  thy  nature  hath  no  boimd, 
 So  let  thy  pardon'ning  love  be  found. 
 3  O  wafh  my  foul  from  ev'ry  fin, 
 
 And  make  my  guilty  confeience  clean  j 
 iiere  on  my  heart  the  burden  lies, 
 An4  pad  offences  pain  mine  eyes. 
 C3 
 
IC6  PSALMS. 
 
 4  My  lips  with  fhame  my  fins  confers 
 Again  ft  thy  law,  againft  thy  grace  ; 
 Lord,  fhould  thy  judgment  grow  fevere, 
 I  am  conclemn'd,  but  thou  art  clear. 
 
 5  Should  fudden  vengeance  feize  my  breath, 
 I  mufl:  pronounce  thee  juft  in  death  : 
 And  if  my  foul  were  fent  to  hell, 
 
 Thy  righteous  law  approves  it  well. 
 
 6  Yet,  fave  a  trembling  finner,  Lord, 
 Whofe  hope,  dill  hov'ring  round  thy  word, 
 Would  light  on  fome  fweet  promife  there, 
 Some  fure  fupport  againft  defpair. 
 
 PSALM  LI.     Seeond  part.     Long  Metre. 
 Original  and  actual  Jin  confejfed. 
 
 I  T    ORD,  I  am  vile,  conceiv'd  in  fin  ; 
 i_i  And  born  unholy  and  unclean  : 
 
 prung  from  the  man  whofe  guilty  fall 
 Corrupts  the  race,  and  taints  us  all. 
 
 1  Soon  as  we  draw  our  infant  breath, 
 The  feeds  of  fin  grow  up  for  death  ; 
 The  law  demands  a  perfect  heart  ; 
 But  we're  defied  in  ev'ry  part. 
 [3  Great  God,  create  my  heart  anew, 
 And  form  my  fpirit  pure  and  true  : 
 O  make  me  wife  betimes  to  fpy 
 My  danger  and  my  remedy.] 
 
 4  Behold  I  fall  before  thy  face  ; 
 My  only  refuge  is  thy  grace  ; 
 
 No  outward  form  can  make  me  clean  ; 
 The  leprofy  lies  deep  within. 
 
 5  No  bleeding  bird,  nor  bleeding  beafr, 
 Nor  hyflop  branch,  nor  fprinkling  prief% 
 Nor  running  brook,  nor  flood,  nor  fea, 
 Can  wafh  the  difmal  (tain  away. 
 
 6  jefus,  my  God,  thy  blood  alone 
 Hath  pow'r  fufheient  to  atone  ; 
 
 Thy  blood  can  make  me  white  as  fnowj 
 No  JewiiL.  types  could  cleanfe  me  fo. 
 
PSALMS.  IO9 
 
 7  While  guilt  difturbs  and  breaks  my  peace, 
 Nor  flefh,  nor  foul  hath  reft  or  eafe  ; 
 Lord,  let  me  hear  thy  pardoning  voice, 
 And  make  my  broken  heart  rejoice. 
 PSALM   LL    Third  part.     Long  Metre. 
 
 'The  backjlider  rejiored  ;    or,  Repentance  and  faith  in  the 
 blood  of  Chriji. 
 
 I  •"N  THOU  that  hear' ft  when  finners  cry, 
 \_J  Though  all  my  crimes  before  thee  lie, 
 Behold  them  not  with  angry  look, 
 But  blot  their  mem'ry  from  thy  book. 
 
 a  Create  my  nature  pure  within, 
 And  form  my  foul  averfe  to  fin; 
 Let  thy  good  Spirit  ne'er  depart, 
 Nor  hide  thy  prefence  from  my  heart. 
 
 3  I  cannot  live  without  thy  light, 
 
 Call  out  and  banifh'd  from  thy  fight  °. 
 Thine  holy  joys,  my  God,  reftore, 
 And  guard  me  that  I  fall  no  more. 
 
 4  Though  I  have  griev'd  thy  Spirit,  Lord, 
 Thy  help  and  comfort  ftill  afford  : 
 And  let  a  wretch  come  near  thy  throne, 
 To  plead  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 
 
 5  A  broken  heart,  my  God,  my  king, 
 Is  all  the  facrifice  I  bring  ; 
 
 The  God  of  grace  will  ne'er  defpife 
 A  broken  heart  for  facrifice. 
 
 6  My  foul  lies  humbled  in  the  dufr, 
 And  owns  thy  dreadful  fentence  juft  ; 
 Look  down,  O  Lord,  with  pitying  eye, 
 And  fave  the  foul  condemned  to  die. 
 
 7  Then  will  I  teach  the  world  thy  ways; 
 Sinners  (hall  learn  thy  fov'reign  grace; 
 I'll  lead  them  to  my  Saviour's  blood, 
 And  they  mail  praife  a  pard'ning  God. 
 
 8  O  may  thy  love  infpire  my  tongue  ! 
 Salvation  fhall  be  all  my  for.g ; 
 
 And  all  my  powers  fhall  join  to  blefs 
 The  Lord,  my  ftrength  and  righteoufbe£s< 
 
H»  »  $  A  L  M  S. 
 
 PSALM    LT.     ver.  3—13.  Firft  part. 
 Common    Metre. 
 Original  and  atlualfin  confejfed  and  pardoned, 
 J  T    ORD,  I  would  fpread  my  fore  diftrefs. 
 JL-J    And  guilt  before  thine  eyes  ; 
 Againft  Dhy  laws,  againft  thy  grace, 
 How  high  my  crimes  arife  ' 
 a  Should  thou  condemn  my  foul  to  hell, 
 And  cru(h  my  flefh  to  duft, 
 Heav'n  would  approve  thy  vengeance  well, 
 And  earth  muftownitjuft. 
 
 3  I  from  the  flock  of  Adam  came 
 
 Unholy  and  unclean ; 
 All  my  original  is  (hame, 
 And  ali  my  nature  fin. 
 
 4  Born  in  a  world  of  guilt,  I  drew 
 
 Contagion  with  my  breath; 
 And,  as  my  days  advanced,  I  grew 
 A  jufter  prey  for  death. 
 
 5  Cleanfe  me,  O  Lord,  and  cheer  my  foul 
 
 With  thy  forgiving  love  ; 
 O  make  my  broken  fpirits  whole, 
 And  bid  my  pains  remove. 
 
 6  Let  not  thy  Spirit  e'er  depart, 
 
 Nor  drive  mc  from  thy  face ; 
 Create  anew  my  vicious  heart, 
 And  fill  it  with  thy  grace. 
 
 7  Then  will  I  make  thy  mercy  known, 
 
 Before  the  ions  of  men  ; 
 Backflidirs  mail  addrefs  thy  throne, 
 And  turn  to  God  again. 
 
 PSALM     LI.  ver.  14 — 17.    Second  part. 
 
 Common  Metre. 
 
 Repentance  and  faith  in  the  blood  of  drift. 
 
 GOD  of  mercy,  hoar  me  call, 
 My  loads  of  guilt  remove, 
 Breakdown  this  feparating  wall 
 That  bars  me  from  my  love. 
 
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PSALMS.  Ill 
 
 a  Give  me  thie  prefence  of  thy  grace, 
 Then  my  rejoicing  tongue 
 Shall  fpeak  aloud  thy  righteoufnefs, 
 And  make  thy  praife  my  fong. 
 
 3  No  blood  of  goats  nor  heifer  flain 
 
 For  fin  could  e'er  atone 
 The  death  of  Chrift  fhall  ftill  remain 
 Sufficient  and  alone. 
 
 4  A  foul  opprefs'd  with  fin's  defert 
 
 My  God  will  ne'er  defpife  : 
 A  humble  groan,  a  broken  heart, 
 Is  our  beft  facrifice. 
 
 PSALM  LII.  Common  Metre. 
 The  difapf  ointment  of  the -wicked. 
 I  TT7"  H  Y  would  the  mighty  make  their  boaft, 
 VV    .And  heavenly   grace  defpife  ? 
 In  their  own  arm  they  put  their  truft, 
 And  fill  their  mouth  with  lies. 
 1  But  God  in  vengeance  fhall  deftroy, 
 And  drive  them  from  his  face  ; 
 No  more  fhall  they  his  church  annoy } 
 Nor  find  on  earth  a  place. 
 
 3  But  like  a  cuitur'd  olive  grove, 
 
 Drefs'd  in  immortal  green, 
 Thy  children  blooming  in  thy  love, 
 Amid  thy  courts  are  feen. 
 
 4  On  thine  eternal  grace,  O  Lord, 
 
 Thy  faints  fhall  reft  fecure, 
 And  all,  who  truft  thy  holy  word, 
 Shall  find  falvation  furc. 
 
 PSALM     LII.     Long  Metre. 
 The  folly    of  felf-dependence. 
 I  Y TTHy  fhould  the  haughty  hero  boaft, 
 VV     His  vengeful  arm,  his  warlike  hoft  \ 
 While  blood  defiles  his  cruel  hand, 
 And  defolation  waftes  the  land, 
 a  He  joys  to  hear  the  captive's  cry, 
 
 The  widow's  groan,  the  orphan's  figh  ; 
 And  when  the   wearied  fword  would  fpare. 
 His  falfehood  fpreads  the  fatal  fnare. 
 
II*  r  s  a  r.  m  ». 
 
 3  He  triumphs  in  the  deeds  of  wrong, 
 And  arms  with  rage  his  impious  tongue  ; 
 With  pride  proclaims  his  dreadful  power, 
 And  bids  the  trembling  world  adore. 
 
 4  But  God  beholds,  and  with  a  frown, 
 Cafts  to  the  duft  his  honors  down  ; 
 The  righteous  freed,  their  hopes  recall, 
 And  hail  the  proud  opprefTors  fall. 
 
 5  How  low  th'  infulcing  tyrant  lies, 
 Who  dar*d  th'  eternal  power  defpife ; 
 And  vainly  deem'd  with  envious  joy 
 His  arm  almighty  to  deftroy. 
 
 6  We  praife  thee,  Lord,  who  heard  our  cries, 
 And  fent  falvation  from  the  fkies  ; 
 
 The  faints,  who  faw  our  mournful  days, 
 Shall  join  our  grateful  fongs  of  piaife. 
 PSALM    LI  II.    ver.  4,— o. ,  Common  Metre, 
 ViEior*}  and  deliverance  from  perfecutlon. 
 RE  all  the  foes  of  Zi-m  fools, 
 Who  thus  deftroylier  faints  ? 
 Do  they  not  know  her  Saviour  rules, 
 And  pities  her  complaints  ? 
 a  They  (hall  be  feiz'd  with  fad  furprife  ; 
 For  God's  avenging  arm 
 Shall  cntlh  the  hand  that  dares  arffe 
 To  do  his  children  harm. 
 
 3  In  vain  the  fons  of  Satan  boaft 
 
 Of  armies  in  array  ; 
 When  God  has  firft  defpis'd  their  hoft, 
 They  fall  an  eafy  prey. 
 
 4  O  for  a  word  from  Ziori*s  king, 
 
 Her  captives  to  re  (lore  ! 
 The  joyful  faints  thy  praife  (hallfing, 
 And  Ifrael  weep  no  more. 
 
 PSALM    LIV.    Common  Metre. 
 I  T>EHOLD  us,  Lord,  and  let  our  cry 
 J3  Before  thy  throne  afcend, 
 Cad  thou  on  us  a  pitying  eye, 
 And  ftill  our  lives  defend. 
 
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M  A    I    M   J,  JI3 
 
 $  For  flaughtering  foes  infult  us  round, 
 Oppreflive,  proud  and  vain, 
 They  caft  thy  temples  to  the  ground, 
 And  all  our  rit&s  profane. 
 
 3  Yet  thy  forgiving  grace  we  trufl^ 
 
 And  in  thy  power  rejoice ; 
 Thine  arm  (hall  cru(h  our  foesvto  duff, 
 Thy  praife  infpire  our  voice. 
 
 4  Be  thou  with  thofe  whofe  friendly  hand 
 
 Upheld  us  in  diftrefs, 
 Extend  thy  truth  through  every  land, 
 And  ftill  thy  people  blefs. 
 
 PSALM    LV.    ver.  1,— 8,  l6,  17,  i?y  *s. 
 
 Common  Metre. 
 Support  for  the  ajflifttd  and  tempted  fouL 
 I  ^V  GOD,  my  refuge,  hear  my  cries, 
 V-/    Behold  my  flowing  tears, 
 For  earth  and  hell  my  hurt  devife, 
 And  triumph  in  my  fears. 
 a  Their  rage  is  levell'd  at  my  life. 
 My  foul  with  guiit  they  load, 
 And  fill  my  thoughts  with  inward  ftrifc, 
 To  (hake  my  hope  in  God. 
 
 3  What  inward  pains  my  heart  firings  wound, 
 
 I  groan  with  ev'ry  breath  ; 
 Horror  and  fear  befet  me  round 
 Anaongfl:  the  (hades  of  death. 
 
 4  O  were  I  like  a  feather' d  dove, 
 
 And  innocence  had  wings, 
 I'd  fly,  and  make  a  long  remove 
 From  all  thefe  reftlefs  things. 
 
 5  Let  me  to  fome  wild  defert  go, 
 
 And  find  a  peaceful  home, 
 Where  ftorms  of  malice  never  blow, 
 Temptations  never  come. 
 
 6  Vain  hopes,  and  vain  inventions  all, 
 
 To  'fcape  the  rage  of  hell ! 
 The  mighty  God,  to  whom  I  call, 
 Can  favc  me  here  as  well. 
 
114  PSALMS. 
 
 PAUSE. 
 7  By  morning  light  I'll  feek  his  face, 
 At  noon  repeat  my  cry, 
 The  night  /hall  hear  me  afk  his  grace, 
 Nor  will  he  long  deny. 
 g  God  mall  preferve  my  foul  from  fear, 
 
 Or  flrield  me  when  afraid  ; 
 ,    Ten  thoufand  angels  mufl:  appear 
 If  he  command  their  aid. 
 
 9  I  cart  my  burdens  on  the  Lord, 
 
 The  Lord  fuftains  them  all ; 
 
 My  courage  refts  upon  his  word, 
 
 That    faints  fhall  never  fall. 
 
 10  My  higheft  hopes  (hall  not  be  vain, 
 
 My  lips  fhall  fpread  his  praife  ; 
 While  cruel  and  deceitful  men 
 Scarce  live  out  half  their  days. 
 PSALM  LV.  ver.   15,  16,  17,  ij,  a£ 
 Short  Metre. 
 I  T    ET  finners  take  their  courfe, 
 JLi  And  chufe  the  road  to  death; 
 But  in  the  worfhip  of  my  God 
 I'll  fpend  my  daily  breath, 
 a  My  thoughts  addrefs  his  throne, 
 When  morning  brings  the  light ; 
 I  feek  his  bleffing  ev'ry  noon. 
 And  pay  my  vows  at  night. 
 
 3  Thou  wilt  regard  my  cries, 
 
 O  my  eternal  G©d, 
 While  finners  perifh  in  furprife 
 Beneath  thine  angry  rod. 
 
 4  Becaufe  they  dwell  at  eafe, 
 
 And  no  fad  changes  feel, 
 They  neither  fear  Aor  truft  thy  name 
 Nor  learn  to  do  thy  will. 
 
 5  But  I  with  all  my  cares, 
 
 ^  Will  lean  upon  the  Lord  ; 
 I'll :  caft  my  burdens  on  his* arm. 
 And  reft  upon  his  word.         * 
 
PSALMS.  «5 
 
 6  His  arm  mall  well  Tuftsin 
 The  children  of  his  love, 
 The  ground  on  which  their  fafety  ftands 
 No  earthly  pow*r  can  move. 
 
 PSALM  LV1.    Common  Metre. 
 Deliverance  from  oppreffion  and  faljhood  ;    or  God's  cart 
 
 of  bis  people,  in  anfiuer  to  faith  and  prayer* 
 J  A^V  THOU,  whofe  juftice  reigns  on  high, 
 \j  And  makes  th'  oppreffion  ceafe, 
 Behold  how  envious  finners  try. 
 To  vex  and  break  my  peace, 
 a  The  fons  of  violence  and  lies 
 Join  to  devour  me,  Lord  ; 
 But  as  my  hourly  dangers  rife* 
 My  refuge  is  thy  word. 
 
 3  In  God  moftholy,  juft  and  true, 
 
 I  have  reposM  my  truft  ; 
 Nor  will  I  fear  what  fleih  can  do, 
 The  offspring  of  the  duft.  • 
 
 4  They  wreft  my  words  to  mifchief  flill8 
 
 Charge  me  with  unknown  faults  \ 
 For  mifchief  all  their  counfels  fill, 
 And  malice  all  their  thoughts. 
 
 5  Shall  they  efcape  without  thy  frown  \ 
 
 Mart  their  devices  (land  ? 
 Oh  raft  the  haughty  fmnerdown, 
 And-  let  him  know  thy  hand  ! 
 P  A  U  S  E. 
 
 6  God  fees  the  forrowsof  his  faints, 
 
 Their  groans  affect  his  ears  : 
 Thy  mercy  counts  my  juft  complaints, 
 And  numbers  all  my  tears. 
 
 7  When  to  thy  throne  Iraife  my  cry, 
 
 The  wicked  fear  and  flee  : 
 So  fwift  is  prayer  to  reach  the  fky, 
 So  near  is  God  to  me. 
 S  In  thee,  mod  holy,  juft  and  true, 
 I  have  repofs'd  my  truft; 
 Nor  will  I  fear  what  man  can  do, 
 •  The  offspring  of  the  duft. 
 
Xl6  PSALMS. 
 
 f  TJiy  folemn  vows  are  on  me,  Lcrd, 
 Thou  fhalt  receive  my  praife  ; 
 I'll  fing,  a  how  faithful  is  thy  word  1 
 "  How  righteous  all  thy  ways! ' 
 
 So  Thou  haft:  fecui'd  my  foul  from  death, 
 Oh  fet  thy  prifoner  free, 
 That  heart  and  hand,  and  life  and  breath 
 May  be  employ'd  for  thee. 
 
 PSALM    LVII.    Long  Metre. 
 Praife  for  protection  ;  grace  and  truth. 
 
 MY  God,  in  whom  are  all  the  fprings 
 Of  boundlefs  love  and  grace  unknown, 
 Hide  me  beneath  thy  fpreading  wings, 
 Till  the  dark  cloud  is  overblown. 
 
 a  Up  to  the  heav'ns  1  fend  my  cry, 
 
 The  Lord  will  my  defires  perform  ; 
 He  fends  his  angel  from  the  (ky. 
 Andfaves  me  from  the  threat'ning  ftorm. 
 
 3  Be  thou  exalted,  O  my  God, 
 
 Above  the  heav'ns,  where  angels  dwell ; 
 Thy  pow'r  on  earth  be  known  abroad, 
 And  land  to  land  thy  wonders  tell. 
 
 4  My  heart  is  fix'd  ;  my  fong  fhall  raife 
 
 Immortal  honors  to  thy  name ; 
 Awake,  my  tongue,  to  lound  his  praife, 
 My  tongue,  the  glory  of  my  frame. 
 
 5  High  o'er  the  earth  his  mercy  reigns, 
 
 And  reaches  to  the  utmoft  fky ; 
 His  truth  to  endlefs  years  remains, 
 When  lower  worlds  dilTolve  and  die. 
 
 6  Be  thou  exalted,  O   my  God, 
 
 Above  the  heav'ns,  where  angels  dwell  j 
 Thy  pow'r  on  earth  be  known  abroad, 
 And  land  to  land  thy  wonders  tell. 
 
MA    L    M   S.  IS; 
 
 PSALM    LV1I.     -As  the  113th  Pfalm. 
 
 Warning  to  magijlrates. 
 
 I    TUD  GES,  who  rule  the  world  by  laws, 
 J    Will  ye  defpife  the  righteous  caufe, 
 
 When  vile  oppreflion  waites  the  land  ? 
 Dare  ye  condemn  the  righteous  poor, 
 And  let  rich  wnners  Ycape  fecure, 
 While  gold  and  greatnefs  bribe  your  hand ! 
 
 a  Have  ye  forgot,  or  never  knew 
 
 That  God  will  judge  the  judges  too!  ' 
 
 High  in  the  heav'ns  his  juftice  reigns; 
 Yet  you  invade  the  rights  of  God  ; 
 And  fend  your  bold  decrees  abroad, 
 
 To  bind  the  confcience  in  your  chains. 
 
 3  A  poifon'd  arrow  is  your  tongue, 
 The  arrow  (harp,  the  poifon  ftrong, 
 
 And  death  attends  where'er  it  wounds; 
 You  hear  no  counfels,  cries,  or  tears ; 
 So  the  deaf  adder  (tops  her  ears  ! 
 
 Againft  the  power  of  charming  founds. 
 
 4  Break  out  their  teeth,  eternal  Gcd, 
 Thole  teeth  of  lions  dy'd  in  blood  ; 
 
 And  crufh  the  ferpents  in  the  dull : 
 As  empty  chaff,  when  whirlwinds  rife, 
 Before  the  fweeping  tempeft  flies, 
 
 So  let  their  hopes  and  names  be  loft. 
 
 5  Th'  Almighty  thunders  from  the  fky, 
 Their  grandeur  melts,  their  titles  die-,' 
 
 As  hills  of  fnow  diflblve  and  run ; 
 Or  fnails  that  perifh  in  their  fUme, 
 Or  births  that  come  before  their  time, 
 
 Vain  births  that  jiever  fee  the  fun. 
 
 6  Thus  {hall  the  vengeance  of  the  Lord 
 Safety  and  joy  to  faints  afford  ; 
 
 And  all  that  hear  (hail  join  and  fay, 
 "  Sure  there's  a  God  that  rules  on  high, 
 "  A  God  that  hears  his  children  cry, 
 
 "  And  will  their  fufferings  well  repay," 
 
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 PSALMS.  1X8 
 
 P  S  A  L  M    LIX.      Short  Metre, 
 Prayer  for    national  deliverance* 
 ROM  foes  that  round  us  rife, 
 O  God  of  heav'n  defend, 
 Who  brave  the  vengeance  of  the  fldeSi 
 
 And  with  thy  faints  contend. 
 Behold,  from  diftant  fhores 
 
 And  defert  wilds  they  come, 
 Combine  for  blood  their  barb'rous  force, 
 
 And  through  thy  cities  roam. 
 Beneath  the  filent  fhade 
 
 Their  fecret  plots  they  lay, 
 Our  pea  ,eful  walls  by  night  invade, 
 
 And  wafte  the  fields  by  day 
 And  will  the  God  ef  grace, 
 
 Regardlefs  of  our  pain , 
 Permit,  fecure,  that  impious  race* 
 
 To  riot  in  their  reign  ? 
 In  vain  their  fecret  guile 
 
 Or  open  force  they  prove  ; 
 His  eye  can  pierce  the  deepeft  veil, 
 
 His  hand  their  ftrength  remove. 
 Yet  fave  them,  Lord,  from  death, 
 
 Left:  we  forget  their  doom; 
 But  drive  them,  with  thine  angry  breath-, 
 
 Through  diftant  lands  to  roam. 
 Then  (hall  our  grateful  voice 
 
 Proclaim  our  guardian  God  ; 
 The  nations  round  the  earth  rejoice, 
 
 And  found  thy  praife  abroad. 
 
 PSALM    LX.    Common  Metre- 
 Looking  to  God  in  the  dijlrefs   flf  ivar. 
 
 LORD,  thou  has  fcourgM  our  guilty  land, 
 Behold  thy  people  mourn  ; 
 Shall  vengeance  ever  guide   thy  hand, 
 
 And  mercy  ne'er  return  ? 
 Beneath  the  terrors  of  thine  eye 
 Earth's  haughty  towers  decay; 
 Thy  frowning  mantle  fpreads  the  Iky 
 And  mortals  melt  away. 
 
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 3  Our  Zion  trembles  at  thy  ftroke, 
 
 And  dreads  thy  lifted  hand  ! 
 Oh,  heal  .the  people  thou  haft  broke, 
 And-  fave  the  finking  land. 
 
 4  Exalt  "thy  banner  in  the  field, 
 
 't    For  thofe  that  fear  thy  name  ; 
 fVorh  barb'rous  holts  our  nation  fhield, 
 AnH'  put  our  foes  to  (hame. 
 
 .5- Atfcend,  our  armies  to  the  fight, 
 AncFbe  their  guardian  God ; 
 In  vain  (hall  numerous  powers  unite 
 Againft  thy  lifted  rod, 
 
 6  Our  troops,  beneath  thy  guiding  hand, 
 Shall  gain  a  glad  renown  : 
 'Tis  God  who  makes  the  feeble  fland, 
 And  treads  the  mighty  down. 
 
 PSALM    LXI.  ver.  I,— 6.  Short  Metf  Sb 
 
 Safety  in  Cod. 
 
 I  TT7HEN  overwhelm'd  with  grief 
 VV     My  heart  within  me  dies, 
 Helplefs,  and  far  from  all  reiief, 
 To  heav'n  I  lift  mine  eyes. 
 
 l  Oh  lead  me  to  the  rock 
 
 That's  high  above  my  head, 
 And  make  the  covert  of  thy  wings 
 My  fhelter  and  my  (hade. 
 
 3  Within  thy  prefence,  Lord, 
 
 For  ever  I'll  abide  ; 
 Thou  art  the  tower  of  my  defence* 
 The  refuge  where  I  hide. 
 
 4  Thou  giveft  me  the  lot 
 
 Of  thofe  that  fear  thy  name  ; 
 If  endlefs  life  be  their  reward, 
 I  Ihall  po fiefs  the  fame. 
 
J2C  PSALMS, 
 
 PSALM  LXII.   ver.  5,— 12.     Long  Metre. 
 No  trbji  in  the  creatures ;   or,  Faith   in  divine  grace  and 
 
 fOwer. 
 I  Ti/fY  fpirit  looks  to  God  alone;  O*  :  *•*»  -J. 
 
 IVl  Myrock  and  refuge  is  his  throne;     :     ASTiX 
 
 In  all  my  fears,  in  all  my  (traits,  ••  *»  *  •  $ 
 
 My  foul  on  his  falvation  waits.  J*^-  ?!•■**• 
 
 a  Truft  him,  ye  faints,  in  all  your  ways,  ^AcJ\~.\  -\\ 
 
 Pour  out  your  hearts  before  his  face;     JJ'-v  '  8    '0' 
 
 When  helpers  fail,  and  foes  invade- 
 
 God  is  our  all-fufficient  aid. 
 
 3  Falfe  are  the  men  of  high  degree* 
 The  bafer  fort  are  vanity  ; 
 
 Laid  iu  the  balance,  both  appear 
 Light  as  a  puff  of  empty  air. 
 
 4  Make  not  increafing  gold  your  truft, 
 Nor  fet  your  hearts  on  glitt'ring  duft ; 
 Why  will  you  grafp  the  fleeting  fmoke, 
 And  not  believe  what  God  has  fpoke. 
 
 5  Once  has  his  awful  voice  declared, 
 Once  and  again  my  ears  have  heard, 
 AlLpower  is  his  eternal  due  ; 
 Hchnuft  be  feared  and  trufted  too, 
 
 6  For  fov'reign  power  reigns  not  alone, 
 Grace  is  a,  partner  of  the  throne  : 
 Thy  grace  and  juftice,  mighty  Lord, 
 Shall  well  divide  our  laft  reward. 
 
 PSALM  LXIII.  ver.  1,  2,  ?,3,  4.    Firft  partT  ' 
 Common  Metre. 
 
 The  morning  of  a  Lord7 s  day. 
 X  T?  A  R  L  Y,  my  God,  without  delay, 
 XL    I  hafle  to  feek  thy  face  ; 
 My  thirfty  fpirit  faints  away, 
 Without  thy  cheering  grace, 
 4  So  pilgrims  on  the  fcorching  fand, 
 Beneath  a  burning  fky, 
 Long  for  a  cooling  ftream  at  hand, 
 And  they  mult  drink  or  die. 
 
P   S   A    L    M   ».  121 
 
 3  I've  feen  thy  glory  and  thy  power 
 
 Through  all  thy  temple  fhine; 
 My  God.  repeat  tha"  heav'nly  hour, 
 That  vifion  fo  divine. 
 
 4  Not  all  the  bleffings  of  a  feaft 
 
 Can  pkafe  my  foul  fo  well, 
 
 As  when  thy  richer  grace  I  taftc. 
 
 And  in  thy  prefence  dwell. 
 
 5  Not  life  itfelf,  with  all  its  joys, 
 
 Can  my  beft  paflions  move, 
 Or  raife  fo  high  my  cheerful  voice. 
 As  thy  forgiving  love. 
 
 6  Thus,  till  my  laft  expiring  day 
 
 I'll  b'efs  my  God  and  King  ; 
 Thus  will  I  lift  my  hands  to  pray, 
 
 And  tune  my  lips  to  fing. 
 PSAL  M*«£XIII.    ver.  6,— io;    Second  part. 
 Common  Metre. 
 Midnight  thoughts  recolleSied, 
 I  'rlTi  W  A  S  in  the  watches  of  the  night 
 JL    I  thought  upon  thy  power, 
 I  kept  thy  lovely  face  in  fight 
 Amidft  the  darkeft  hour. 
 
 a  My  fielh  lay  reding  on  my  bed, 
 My  foul  arofe  on  high  ; 
 5'  My  God,  my  life,  my  hope,'*  I  faid, 
 *'  Bring  thy  falvation  nigh." 
 
 $  My  (pint  labours  up  thine  hill, 
 Aud  climbs  the  heav'niy  road  ; 
 But  thy  right  hand  upholds  me  ftill, 
 While  I  purfue  my  God. 
 
 4  Thy  mercy  ftretches  o'er  my  head 
 
 The  (hadow  of  thy   wings  ; 
 My  heart  rejoices  in  thine  aid 
 My  tongue  awakes  and  fangs. 
 
 5  But  the  deftrovers     f  my  peace 
 
 Shall  fret, and    rage  in  vain  ; 
 *^he  tempter  lhall  for  ever  ceafe, 
 And  all  my  fins  be  flain. 
 
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 6  Thy  fword  fhall  give  my  foes  to  death, 
 And  Tend  them  down  to  dwell 
 In  the  dark  caverns  of  the  earth, 
 Or  in  the  deeps  of  hell. 
 
 PSALM  LXIII.    Long  Metre. 
 Longing  after  God  ;   or,    The  Isve  of  God  better  than  life, 
 I   S~*i  REAT  God,  indulge  my  humble  claim, 
 V_T  Thou  art  my  hope,    my  joy,  my  reftj 
 The  glories  that  compofe  thy  name 
 Stand  all  engagM  to  make  roe  blefh 
 %  Thou  great  and  good,  thou  juft  and  wife, 
 Thou  art  my  Father  and  my  God  ; 
 And  I  am  thine  by  facred  lies, 
 
 Thy  fon,  thy  fervant,  bought  with  blood. 
 
 3  With  heart  and  eyes,  and  lifted  hands 
 
 For  t^iee  1  long,  to  thee  I  look/JifV 
 As  travellers  in  thirfty  lands 
 
 Pant  for  the  cooling  water  brook. 
 
 4  With  early  feet  I  love  t'  appear 
 
 Among  thy  faints,  and  feek  thy  face, 
 Gft  have  I  feen  thv  glory  there, 
 
 And  felt  the  power  of  fov'reign  grace. 
 
 5  Not  fruits  or  wines,  that  tempt  our  tafte, 
 
 No  pleafures  that  to  fenfe  belong 
 Could  make  me  fo  divinely  bieft, 
 Or  raife  fo  high  my  cheerful  fong. 
 
 6  My  life  itfelf  without  thy  love 
 
 No  tafte  or  pleafure  could  afford; 
 
 'Twould  but  a  tirefome  buiden  prove, 
 
 If  I  were  banifh'd  from  the  Lord. 
 
 7  Amidft  the  wakeful  hours  of  ni^ht, 
 
 When  bufy  cares  afflict  my  head, 
 One  thought  of  thee  gives  new  delight , 
 And  adds  refrefhment  to  my  bed. 
 
 S  I'll  lift  my  hands,   I'll  raife  my  voice. 
 While  I  have  breath  to  pray  or  praife  ; 
 This  work  fhall  make  my  heart  rejoice, 
 And  blefs  the  remnant  of  my  days. 
 
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 PSALM    LXIII.    Short  Metre, 
 Seeking   God. 
 1  "]\fl"Y  God,  permit  my  tongue 
 iVJL  This  joy,  to  call  thee  mine  ; 
 And  let  my  early  cries  prevail 
 To  tafte  thy  love  divine. 
 %  My  thirfty  fainting  foul 
 
 Thy  mercy  does  implore  : 
 
 Not  travellers  in  defert  lands 
 
 Can  pant  for  water  more. 
 
 3  Within  thy  churches,  Lord, 
 
 I  long  to  find  my  place, 
 Thy  power  and  glory  to  behold, 
 And  feel  thy  quick'ning  grace. 
 
 4  For  life  without  thy  love 
 
 No  relifh  can  afford  ; 
 No  joy  can  becompar'd  with  this, 
 To  fervd|Ppp«fe;#  the  Lord. 
 
 5  To  thee  I'll  lift  my  hands, 
 
 And  praife  thee  while   I  live  ; 
 Not  the  rich  dainties  of  a  fealt 
 Such  food  or  pleafnre  give. 
 
 6  In  wakeful  hours  of  night 
 
 I  call  my  God  to  mind  ; 
 I  think  how  wife  thy  counfels  are, 
 And  all  thy  dealings  kind. 
 
 7  Since  thou  haft  been  my  help. 
 
 To  thee  my  fpirit  flies, 
 And  on  thy  watchful  providence 
 My  cheerful  hope  relies. 
 
 8  The  fhadow  of  thy  wings 
 
 My  foul  in  fafety  keeps  : 
 I  follow  where  my  father  leads, 
 And  he  fupports  my  fteps. 
 F  P  S  A  L  M    LXIV.    Long  Metre. 
 I  (~*  R  E  A  T  God,   attend  to  my  complaint* 
 KjF  Nor  let  my  drooping  fpirit  faint  j 
 When  foes  in  fecret  fpread  the  fnare. 
 Let  my  falvation  be  thy  eare. 
 
1*4  PSALMS. 
 
 a  Shield  me  without,  and  guard  within, 
 From  treacherous  foes  and  deadly  fin  ; 
 May  envy,  luft,  and  pride  depart, 
 And  heav'nly  grace  expand  my  heart. 
 
 3  Then  juftice  and  thy  power  difplay, 
 And  fatter  far  thy  foes  away  ; 
 While  lift'ning  nations  learn  thy  word, 
 And  faints  triumphant  blefs  the  Lord. 
 
 4  Then  fhall  thy  church   exalt  her  voice, 
 And  all  that  love  thy  name  rejoice  ; 
 By  faith  approach  thine  awful  throne, 
 And  plead  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 
 
 PSALM  LXV.  ver.  1,-3    Firft  part.  Long  Metr* 
 
 Public  prayer  and  praife. 
 I   *  I  ^HE  praife  of  Zion  waits  for  thee, 
 
 JL       My  God  ;  and  praife  becomes  thy  houfe 
 There  (hall  thy  faints  thy  glory  fee, 
 And  there  perform  theifl|)UD™(^s. 
 ft  O  thou,  whofe  mercy  bends  the  fkies, 
 To  fave  when  humble  finners  pray, 
 All  lands  to  thee  fhall  lift  their  eyes, 
 And  every  yielding  heart  obey. 
 
 3  Againft  my  will  my  fins  prevail, 
 
 But  grace  fhall  purge  away  the  (rain  ; 
 The  blood  of  Chrift  will  never  fail 
 To  wafh  my  garments  white  again. 
 
 4  Blefs'd  is  the  man  whom  thou  fhalt  cfeoofe, 
 
 And  give  him  kind  accefs  to  thee  ; 
 Give  him  a  place  within  thy  houfe, 
 To  tafte  thy  love  divinely  free. 
 PAUSE. 
 
 5  Let  Babel  fear  when  Zion  prays  ; 
 
 Babel,  prepare  for  long  diftrefs, 
 When  Zion'sGod  himfelf  arrays 
 In  terror  and  in  righteoufnefs. 
 
 6  With  dreadful  glory  God  fulfils 
 
 What  his  afflifted  faints  requeft; 
 And  with  almighty  wrath  reveajs 
 *  His  love,  to  give  his  churches  refL 
 
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 7  Then  (hall  the  flocking  nations  run 
 
 To  Zion's  hill,  and  own  their  L©rd  ; 
 The  rifing  and  the  letting  fun 
 
 Shall  lee  the  Saviour's  name  ador'd. 
 PSALM    LXV.  ver.  5,-13-  Second  part. 
 Long  Metre. 
 Divine  Providence  in   air,  earthy  andfea ;   or,   *Tt)e  C»i, 
 
 of  nature  and  grace. 
 I  T/HE  God  of  of  our  falvation  hears   $$**  ' 
 The   groans  of  Zion,mix'd  with  tears;- 
 Yet   when  he  comes  with  kind  defigns, 
 Through  all  the  way  his  terror  mines. 
 2,  On  him  the  race  of  man  depends, 
 Far  as  the  earth's  remoteftends, 
 Where  the  Creator's  name  is  known, 
 By  nature's  feeble  light  alone. 
 
 3  Sailors,  theyAMtaelo'er the  flood, 
 Addrefs  the  A     HkdAals  to  God, 
 When  temp«WBB^7flHr  billows  roar 
 At  dreadful  diftance  from  the  more. 
 
 4  He  bids  the  noify  tempefts  ceafe  ; 
 He  calms  the  raging  crowd  to  peace, 
 When  a  tumultous  nation  raves, 
 Wild  as  the  winds,  and  loud  as  waves. 
 
 g  Whole  kingdoms,  fhaken  by  the  ftorm8 
 He  fettles  in  a  peaceful  form  ; 
 Mountains  eftablifh'd  by  his  hand, 
 Firm  on  their  old  foundations  ftand. 
 
 6  Behold,  his  enfigns  fweep  the  fky, 
 New  comets  blaze,  and  iight'nings  fly  ; 
 The  heathen  lands,  with  fwift  furprife, 
 From  the  bright  horrors  turn  their  eye> 
 
 7  At  his  command  the  morning  ray 
 Smiles  in  the  eaft,  and  leads  the  day, 
 He  guides  the  fun's  declining  wheels 
 Over  the  tops  of  weftern  hills. 
 
 8  Seafons  and  times  obey  his  voice  ; 
 The  ev'ning  and  the  morn  rejoice 
 To  fee  the  earth  made  foft  with  fhowers 
 Laden  with- fruit,  and  drefs'd  ia  flowers. 
 
126  r  S  A  L  M  s. 
 
 9  'Tis  from  his  wat'ry  (lores  on  high 
 He  gives  the  thirfty  ground  fupply  ; 
 He  walks  upon  the  clouds,  and  thence 
 Doth  his  enriching  drops  difpenfe. 
 
 10  The  defert  grows  a  fruitful  field, 
 Abundant  fruit  the  vallies  yield  ; 
 The  vallies  (hout  with  cheerful  voice, 
 And  neighboring  hills  repeat  their  joys, 
 
 I  J.  The  paftures  fmile  in  green  array, 
 There  lambs  and  larger  cattle  play  ; 
 The  larger  cattle  and  the  lamb, 
 Each  in  his  language  fpeaks  thy  name. 
 
 ia  Thy  work  pronounce  thy  pow'r  divine  ; 
 O'er  ev'ry  field  thy  glories  fhine ; 
 Through  ev'ry  month  thy  gifts  appear, 
 Great  God,  thy  goodnefs  cro^a^the  year. 
 
 PSALM    LXV.     rirjkfc^l  Rimon   Metre. 
 
 A  prayer-hearing  God  ;   and  the   Gentiles  called. 
 
 I  T)  RAISE  waits  in  Zion,  Lord,  for  thee  ; 
 JL     There  (hall  our  vows  be   paid ; 
 Thou  haft  an  ear  when  finncrs  pray, 
 All  flefh  (hall  feek  thine  aid. 
 
 a  Lord,  our  iniquities  prevail, 
 
 But  pardon'ning  grace  is  thine, 
 And  thou  wilt  grant  us  power  and  (kill 
 To  conquer  ev'ry  fin. 
 
 3  Blefs'd  are  the  men  whom  thou  wilt  chufc 
 
 To  bring  them  near  thy  face, 
 Give  them  a  dwelling  in  thine  houfe, 
 To  feaft  upon  thy  grace. 
 
 4  In  anfw'ring  what  thy  churth  requefts, 
 
 Thy  truth  and  terror  fhine, 
 And  works  of  dreadful  righteoufnefs 
 Fulfil  thy  kind  defign. 
 
 5  Thus  (hall  the  wond'ring  nations  fee 
 
 The  Lord  is  good  and  juft; 
 And  diftant  iflands  fly  to  thee, 
 And  make  thy  name  their  truft. 
 
PSALMS. 
 
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 6  They  dread  thy  glittering  tokens,  Lord, 
 When  figns  in  heav'n  appear  ; 
 But  they  /hall  learn  thy  holy  word, 
 And  love  as  well  as  fear. 
 PS  ALM  LXV.  Second  part.    Common  Metre. 
 The  Providence  of  God  in  air,    earth  and  fea  ;   or,  lbs 
 blejpngs  of  rain. 
 
 I  'THIS  by  thy  ftrength  the  mountains  ftand, 
 
 A     God  of  eternal  pow'r  ; 
 The  fea  grows  calm  at  thy  command, 
 And  tempefts  ceafe  to  roar, 
 a  Thy  morning  light  and  ev'ni  ng  {hade 
 SaccelUve  comforts  bring  : 
 Thy  plenteous  fruits  make  harveft  glad, 
 Thy  flowers  adorn  the  fpring, 
 
 3  Seafons  and  times,  and  moons  and  hourtf 
 
 Heav  n,  earth  and  air  are  thine  • 
 When  clouds  diftil  in  fruitful  mowers. 
 The  author  is  divine. 
 
 4  Thofe  wand'ring  citterns  in  the  Iky 
 
 Borne  by  the  winds  around 
 Whole  wat'ry  treafures  well  Amply 
 The  furrows  of  the  ground. 
 
 5  The  thirfty  ridges  drink  their  fill, 
 
 And  ranks  of  corn  appear  • 
 Thy  wayS  abound  with  bleflings  frill, 
 1  hy  goodnefs  crowns  the  year 
 PSALM    LXV.  Third  part.    Common  Metre- 
 The  bleffings  of the  fpring  ;   or,  God  gives  rain. 
 A  pfalm  for  the  hufbandman. 
 
 VJT  Who  makes  the  earth  his  care 
 
 And  bids  the  grafs  appear. 
 8  The  clouds,  like  rivers,  rais'd  on  high 
 Pour  out  at  his  command  g  ' 
 
 Their  wat'ry  bleffings  from  the  fcy, 
 To  cheer  ths  thirftv  land.  '  £ 
 
lag  ,      r  s  a  l  m  s. 
 
 3  The  foften'd  ridges  of  the  field 
 
 Permit  the  corn  to  fpring  ; 
 
 .The  vallies  rich  provihon  yield, 
 
 And  the  poor  lab'rers  Ting. 
 
 4  The  little  hills  on  ev'ry  fide 
 
 Rejoice  at  falling  fhow'rs  ; 
 The  meadows  ;  drefs'd  in  beauteous  pride; 
 Perfume  the  air  with  flow'rs. 
 
 5  The  barren  clods,  refrefh'd  with  rain, 
 
 Promife  a  joyful  crop  ; 
 The  parched  ground  look  green  again, 
 And  raife  the  reapers'  hope. 
 
 6  The  various  months  thy  goodnefs  crowns, 
 
 How  bounteous  are  thy  ways ! 
 The  bleating  flock  fpread  o'er  the  downs, 
 And  (hepherds  fhout  thy  praife. 
 
 PSALM   LXVI.    Firft  part.    Common  Metre. 
 
 Governing  power  and  goodnefs  ;.    or,   Our  grace  tried  by 
 affiiclions. 
 
 i   QING,  all  ye  nations,  to  the  Lord, 
 O     Sing  with  a  joyful  noife  ; 
 With  melody  of  found  record 
 His  honours  and  your  joys. 
 &  Say  to  the  Pow'r  thatform'd  the  (ky, 
 tl  How  terrible  art  thou  1 
 "  Sinners  before  thy  presence  fly, 
 "  Or  at  thy  feet  they  bow." 
 [3  Come,  Tee  the  wonders  of  our  God, 
 How  glorious  are  his  ways  ! 
 In  Moles'  hand  he  put  the  rod, 
 And  iWe  the  frighted  feas. 
 4  He  made  the  ebbing  channel  dry, 
 While  lfra'1  pafs'd  the  flood, 
 There  did  the  church  begin  their  joy, 
 And  triumph  in  their  God.] 
 j;  He  rules  by  h\s  refiftlefs  might; 
 Will  rebel  mortals  dare 
 P#j*oketh'  Eternal  to  the  fight, 
 A»ti  tem£t£hat  dreadfcl  v 
 
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 6  0  blefs  our  God,  and  never  ceafe  ; 
 
 Ye  faints,  fulfil  his  praife  ; 
 He  keeps  our  life,  maintains  our  peace- 
 And  guides  our  doubtful  ways. 
 
 7  Lord,  thou  haftprov'd  ourfufPring  fouls, 
 
 To  make  our  graces  fhine  ; 
 So  filver  bears  the  burning  coals, 
 The  metal  to  refine. 
 
 8  Through  wat'ry  deeps  and  fiery  ways 
 
 We  march  at  thy  command, 
 Led  to  poiTefs  the  promis'd  place 
 By  thine  unerring  hand. 
 
 PSALM    LXVI.    ver.  13,— 10.    Second  part, 
 Common  Metre. 
 
 Praife  to  God  for  bearing  prayer. 
 
 I  "VTOW  fhall  my  folemn  vows  be  paid 
 IN    To  that  almighty  Pow'r, 
 That  heard  the  long  requefls  I  made 
 In  my  diftrefsful  hour. 
 
 3  My  lips  and  cheerful  heart  prepare 
 To  make  his  mercies  known  ; 
 Come,  ye  that  fear  my  God,  and  hear 
 The  wonders  he  has  done. 
 
 3  When  on  my  head  huge  forrows  fell, 
 
 I  fough%  the  heav'nly  aid  ; 
 He  fav'd  my  finking  foul  from  hell, 
 And  death's  eternal  made. 
 
 4  If  fin  lay  covered  in  my  heart 
 
 While  pray'r  employ'd  my  tongue, 
 The  Lord  had  fhown  me  no  regard, 
 Nor  I  his  praifes  fung. 
 
 5  But  God  (his  name^  be  ever  blefsM  ?> 
 
 Has  fet  my  fpirit  free, 
 Nor  turn'd  from  him  my  poor  rcqueft, 
 Nor  turn'd  his  heart  from  me. 
 
130  *   S    A   I   M    S. 
 
 PSALM   LXVII.     Common  Metre. 
 
 The  nation's  profperity^   and  the  church's  increaft* 
 HINE,  mighty  God,  on  Zion  fliine, 
 
 'S 
 
 With  beams  ofheav'nly  grace: 
 Reveal  thy  pow'r  through  all  our  coalt, 
 And  (hew  thy  fmiling  face. 
 
 £a  Amidfl:  our  realm,  exalted  high 
 Do  thou  our  glory  (rand, 
 And  like  a  wall  of  guardian  fire, 
 Surround  the  favorite  land.] 
 5  When  (hall  thy  name  from  fhore  to  fhore 
 Sound  all  the  earth  abroad, 
 And  diftant  nations  know  and  love 
 Their  Saviour  and  their  God  ? 
 
 4  Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  diftant  lands, 
 
 Sing  loud,  with  folemn  voice; 
 Let  every  tongue  exalt  his  praife, 
 And  every  heart  rejoice. 
 
 5  He,  the  great  Lord,  the  fov'reign  Judge, 
 
 That  fits  enthroned  above, 
 In  wifdom  rules  the  worlds  he  made 
 And  bids  them  taite  bis  love. 
 
 4  Earth  fhall  obey  his  high  command, 
 And  yield  a  full    increafe  ; 
 Our  God  will  crown  his  chofen  land 
 With  fruitfulnefs  and  peace. 
 ^  God  the  Redeemer  fcatters  round 
 His  choiceft  favours  here, 
 While  the  creation's  utmoft  bound 
 Shall  fee,  adore,  and  fear. 
 
 PSALM  LXVIII.  Firft  part.  ver.  1,-6,  32,-35, 
 
 Long  Metre. 
 
 the   vengeance  and  ccr.ipaJTion  of  God. 
 
 'L 
 
 And  put  the  troops  of  hell  to  flight ; 
 As  fmoke.  that  fought  to  cloud  the  ikies, 
 Before  the  rifing  tempeft  flies. 
 
PSALMS.  £31 
 
 £a  He  comes,  array'd  in  burning  flames; 
 Juftice  and  Vengeance  are  his  names  ; 
 Behold,  his  fainting  foes  expire, 
 Like  melting  wax  before  the  fire.] 
 
 3  He  rides  and  thunders  through  the  fky; 
 His  name  Jehovah  founds  on  high  ; 
 Sing  to  his  name,  ye  fons  of  grace  1 
 Ye  faints,  rejoice  before  his  face, 
 
 4  The  widow  and  the  fatherlefs 
 Fly  to  his  aid  in  fharp  diftrefs  ! 
 In  him  the  poor  and  helplefs  find 
 A  Judge  that's  juffc,  a  Father  kind, 
 
 5  He  breaks  the  captive's  heavy  chain, 
 And  pris'ners  fee  the  light  again ; 
 But  rebels,  that  difpute  his  will, 
 
 Shall  dwell  in  chains  and  darknefs  ftUl. 
 PAUSE. 
 
 6  Kingdoms  and  thrones  to  God  belong; 
 Crown  him,  ye  nations,  in  your  fong ; 
 His  wondYovas  names  and  pow'rs  rehearfe, 
 His  honours  mall  enrich  your  verfe. 
 
 7  He  fhakes  the  heav'ns  with  loud  alarms ; 
 How  terrible  is  God  in  arms ! 
 
 In  Ifra'l  are  his  mercies  known, 
 Ifra'l  is  his  peculiar  throne. 
 
 8  Proclaim  him  King,  pronounce  him  blefsM; 
 He's  your  defence,  your  joy,  your  reft ; 
 When  terrors  rife,  and  nations  faint, 
 
 God  is  the  ftrength  of  ev'ry  faint. 
 PSALM  LXVIII.   ver.  17,  18.     Second  parL 
 Long  Metres 
 Chrijfs  afcenfion,  and  the  gift  of  the  Spirit. 
 I   T    ORD,  when  thou  didlt  afcend  on  high, 
 JLi  Ten  thoufand  angels  fiii'd  the  fky; 
 Thole  heavn'ly  guards  aroui'd  thee  wait, 
 Like  chariots  that  attend  thy  fta*e. 
 3  Not  Sinai's  mountain  could  appear 
 -    More  glorious,  when  the  Lord  was  there, 
 While  hepronounc'd  his  dreadful  law, 
 And  ftruek  the  -chofen  tribes  with  awe,  P  % 
 
13*  P    *    ALMS. 
 
 3  How  bright  the  triumph  none  can  tell, 
 When  the  rebellions  pow'rs  of  hell, 
 That  thoufand  fouls  had  captive  made, 
 Were  all  the  chains,  like  captives,  led. 
 
 4  RaisM  by  his  Father  to  the  throne, 
 He  fent  hispromis'd  Spirit  down, 
 With  gifts  and  grace  for  rebel  men. 
 That  God  might  dwell  on  earth  again. 
 
 PSALM  LXVIII.  ver.  19,  9,  acf  ai,  %% 
 
 Third  part.    Long  Metre. 
 
 Priafe  for  temporal  blejfmgs  ;     or,    Common  anifpeciaX 
 
 mercies. 
 I  \XTE  blefsthe  Lord,  the  juft,  the  good, 
 VV     Who  fills  our  heart  with  heav'nly  food; 
 Who  pours  his  bleflings  from  the  fkies, 
 And  loaas  our  days  with  rich  fHpples. 
 
 a  He  fends  his  fan  his  circuit  round, 
 
 To  cheer  the  fruits,    to  warm  the  ground  ; 
 The  bids  the  clouds,  with  plenteous  rain 
 Refrefh  the  thirfty  earth  again. 
 
 3  'Tis  to  his  care  we  owe  our  breath, 
 And  all  our  near  efcapes  from  death  : 
 Safety  and  health  to  God  belong; 
 
 He  heals  the  weak,  and  guards  the  ftrong. 
 
 4  He  makes  the  faint  and  finner  prove 
 The  common  bleffings  of  his  love  ; 
 But  the  whole  difference  that  remains 
 Is  endlefs  joy  or  endlefs  pains. 
 
 5  The  Lord,  that  bruis'd  the  ferpent's  head, 
 On  all  the  ferpent's  feed  fhall  tread, 
 
 The  ftubbornfinner's  heart  confound, 
 And  fmite  him  with  a  lafting  wound. 
 
 4  But  his  right  hand  his  faints  fhall  rife 
 From  the  deep  earth,  or  deeper  feas ; 
 And  bring  them  to  his  court  above, 
 There  lhali  they  tafte  his  fpecial  love. 
 
PSALMS..  133 
 
 PSALM   LXIX.    ver.  1,-14,     Fird  part, 
 Common  Metre. 
 7he  fufferings  of  Cbrijl  for  our  falvation, 
 
 SAVE  me,  O  God,  the  fwelling  floods, 
 "  Break  in  upon  my  foul : 
 "  I  fink ;  and  forrows  o'er  my  head 
 "  Like  mighty  waters  roll, 
 S  "  I  cry  till  all  my  voice  be  gone, 
 
 w  In  tears  I  wafle  the  day  ; 
 "  My   God,    behold  my  longing  eyes^ 
 '*  And  fhorten  thy  delay. 
 
 3  **  They  hate  my  foul  without  a  caufe, 
 
 "  And  ftill  their  number  grows; 
 "  More  than  the  hairs  around  my  head» 
 "  And  mighty  are  my  foes. 
 
 4  «  'Twas  then  I  paid  that  dreadful  debt 
 
 *'  That  men  could  never  pay, 
 "  And  gav'e  thofe  honors  to  thy  law 
 "  Which  fmners  took  away." 
 
 5  Thus,  in  the  great  Mefllah's  nar.iei, 
 
 The  royal  prophet  niourns  ; 
 Thus  he  awakes  our  hearts  to  grief, 
 And  gives  us  joy  by  turns. 
 
 6  "  Now  mall  the  faints  rejoice  and  find 
 
 Salvation  in  my  name, 
 "  For  I  have  borne  their  heavy  load 
 "  Of  forrow,  pain,  and  fhame. 
 J  Grief,  like  a  garment,  cioth'd  me  rounds 
 "  And  fackcloth  was  my  drefs, 
 «<  While  I  procur'd  for  naked  fouls 
 "  A  robe  of  righteoufnefs. 
 
 8  Amongft  my  brethren  and  the  Jews 
 
 '*  I  like  a  ftranger  flood, 
 "  And  bore  their  vile  reproach,  to  bring 
 "  The  Gentiles  near  to  God. 
 
 9  I  came  in  llnfui  mortals'  Head 
 
 "  To  do  my  Father's  will, 
 ,c  Yet,  when  I  cleansed  my  Father's  houfc, 
 **  They  fcandaiii'd  ray  zezh 
 
1J4  PSALMS, 
 
 10  u  My  fallings  and  my  holy  groan?, 
 *'  Were  made  the  drunkard  s  fbng; 
 **  But  God,  fr©m  his  celeftial  throne, 
 "  Heard  my  complaining  tongue. 
 1 1  "  He  fa\£d  me  from  the  dreadful  deep, 
 «*  Where  fears  befet  me  round  ; 
 "  He  raised  and  fix'd  my  finking  feet 
 On  well  eftabliuYd  ground. 
 13  "  'Twas  in  a  molt  accepted  hour 
 "  My  pray'r  arofeon  high, 
 M  And,  for  my  fake,  my  God  fhall  hear 
 "  The  dying  finner's  cry/' 
 
 P  S  A  L  M  LXIX.     ver.  14,— 21,  a6,  39,  $*i 
 
 Second  part.     Common  Metre. 
 Tbe  pajjlon  and  exaltation  of  Cljriji. 
 I  "KTOW  let  our  lips,  with  holy  fear, 
 %  JlN     And  mournful  pleafure,    fing 
 The  fiiff' rings  of  our  great  High  Priefr,/ 
 The  forrows  of  our  King. 
 •X  He  finks  in  floods  of  deep  diftrefs; 
 How  high  the  waters  rife  ! 
 While  to  his  heav'nly  Father's  ear 
 He  fends  perpetual  cries. 
 
 3  *'  Hear  me,    O   Lord,   and  fave  thy  Son, 
 
 M  Nor  hide  thy  fmiling  face  ; 
 "  Why  fhould  thy  fav'rite  look  like  one 
 "  Forfaken  of  thy  grace  ? 
 
 4  "  With  rage  they  perfeeute  the  man 
 
 "  That  groans  beneath  thy  wound, 
 "  While  for  afacrifice  I  pour 
 ff  My  life  upon  the  ground. 
 
 5  "  They  tread  my  honour  to  the  duft, 
 
 "  And  laugh  wb"&n-  I  complain  ; 
 "  Their  (harp  intuiting  flanders  add, 
 *•'-  Frein  a*guiilvto  my  pain. 
 'y  «  All  my  reproach  is  known  to  thee, 
 ■  "  The  fcandai  and  the  fhame; 
 "  Reproach  ha  broke  my  bleeding  heart, 
 41  4m<l  has  dcrii'd  my  name. 
 
PSALMS,  £3^ 
 
 7  "  I  lookM  for  pity  but  in  vain ; 
 "  My  kindred  are  my  grief  ; 
 "  I  aflc  my  friends  for  comfort  round, 
 "  But  meet  with  no  relief. 
 §  "  With  vinegar  they  mock  my  thirfl, 
 "  They  give  me  gall  for  food  : 
 '■*  And,  fporting  with  my  dying  groans, 
 "  They  triumph  in  my  blood. 
 9  "  Shine  into  my  difhefTed  foul, 
 "  Let  thy  companion  lave  ; 
 "  And  though  my  flefh  fink  down  to  death, 
 "  Redeem  it  from  the  grave, 
 jo  "  I  lhall  arife  to  praifethy  name, 
 "  Shall  rehn  in  worlds  unknown, 
 "  And  thy  falvation,  O  my  God, 
 "  Shall  feat  me  on  thy  throne." 
 
 •PSALM   LXIX.   Third  part.  Common  Metf*L 
 Cbriji's  obedience  and  death  ;     or,  God  glorified  and  Jitm&S 
 fayed. 
 
 1  TT'ATHER,  I  fing  thy  wond'rous  grace3 
 Jt_     I  blefs  my  Saviour's  name, 
 
 He  brought  falvation  for  the  poor, 
 And  bore  the  fmner's  (hame. 
 
 2  His  deep  diftreis  has  rais'd  us  high, 
 
 His  duty  and  his  zeal 
 Fulfill 'd  the  law  which  mortals  broke* 
 And  finiuVd  all  thy  will. 
 
 3  His  dying  groans,  his  living  fongs, 
 
 Shall  better  pleafemy  God, 
 Than  harp  or  trumpit's  folemn  found\, 
 Than  goat's  or  bullock's  blood. 
 
 4  This  mail  his  humble  followers  fee, 
 
 An  '  fet  their  hearts  at  reft; 
 They  by  his  death  draw  near  to  thee, 
 And  live  for  ever  blefs'd. 
 
 5  Let  heav'n  and  all  that  dwell  on  high 
 
 To  God  their  voices  raife, 
 While  lands  and  feas  *flift  the  Aty^ 
 And  join  t'advaace  his  praife. 
 
]£$  PSALMS, 
 
 6  Zion  is  thine,  mod  holy  God; 
 Thy  Son  fhall  blefs  her  gates  ; 
 And  glory,  purchafs'd  by  his  blood, 
 For  thine  own  Ifra'l  waits. 
 
 PSALM  LXIX.    Fhftpart.  Long  Metre. 
 Cbr:fi't  paffion^  and finner1 's  Julvatian, 
 t   "|~X  EEP  in  our  hearts  let  us  record 
 \_J  The  deeper  forrows  of  our  Lord  ; 
 Behold  the  rifing  billows  roll, 
 To  overwhelm  his  holy  foul  J 
 
 %  In  long  complaint  he  fpends  his  breath, 
 
 While  bolts  of  hell,  and  pow'rs  of  death, 
 
 And  all  the  fons  of  malice  join 
 
 To  execute  their  curs' d  defign. 
 3  Yet,  graciotis  God,  thy  pow'r  and  love 
 
 Has  made  the  cuife  a  blefling  prove  ; 
 
 Thofe  dreadful  fufFrings  of  thy  Son 
 
 Atoft'd  for  crimes  which  we  have  done. 
 4  The  pangs  of  our  expiring  Lord. 
 
 The  honours  of  thy  law  refror'd  ; 
 
 His  forrows  made  thy  jufHce  known, 
 
 And  paid  for  follies  not  his  own. 
 
 5  O  for  his  fake  our  guilt  forgive, 
 And  let  the  mourning  fmner  live  ; 
 Ths  Lord  will  hear  us  in  his  name, 
 Nor  (nail  our  hope  be  turn'd  to  fhame. 
 
 PSALM    LXIX.   ver.  7.   bV.     Second  part. 
 
 Long  Metre. 
 Chrjji  Sufferings  and  zeal. 
 esiAtt   ''"jpW AS  for  our  fake,  eternal  God,      J*2w    1^ 
 £  ,  /f       1     Thy  Son  fuftain'd  that  heavy  load  *,       ^, 
 O.  bafe  reproach,  and  fore  difgrace,         "j     ' 
 While  fhame  defil'd  his  facred  face. 
 a  The  Jews,  his  brethren  and  his  kin, 
 Abus'd  the  Man  that  check'd  their  fin  4 
 While  he  fulfill'd  thy  holy  laws, 
 They  hate  hiss,  but  without  a  caufe. 
 
PSALMS.  ItJ 
 
 £3  u  My  Father's  houfe,"  faid  he,   "  was  mafe 
 "  A  place  for  worfhip,  not  for  trade  ;" 
 Then,  fcattering  all  their  gold  and  brafs, 
 He  feourg'd  the  merchant's  from  the  place,] 
 
 £4  Zeal  for  the  temple  of  his  God, 
 
 Confum'd  his  life,   expos'd  his  blood  : 
 
 Reproaches  at  thy  glory  thrown 
 
 He  felt,   and  mourn' d  them  as  his  own,] 
 
 £5  His  friends  forfook,  his  followers  fled, 
 While  foes  and  arms  furround  his  head  5 
 They  curfe  him  with  a  lland'rous  tongue, 
 And  the  falfe  judge  maintains  the  wrong.] 
 
 6  His  life  they  load  with  hateful  lies, 
 And  charge  his  lips  with  biafphemies  ; 
 They  nail  him  to  the  fhameful  tree  ; 
 There  hung  the  man  that  died  for  me.j 
 
 7  But  God  beheld  ;  and  from  his  throne, 
 Marks  out  the  men  that  hate  his  Son  ; 
 The  hand  that  rais'd  him  from  the  dead 
 Shall  pour  the  vengeance  on  their  head. 
 
 PSALM    LXX.     Common  Metre, 
 Protection  againjl  perfonal  enemies? 
 ,    TNkafce,  O  God,  attend  my  call, 
 A      Nor  hear  my  cries  in  vain  ; 
 O  let  thy  fpeed  prevent  my  fall^, 
 And  ftiU  my  hope  futlain, 
 2  When  foes  infidious  wound  my  name,, 
 And  'tempt  my  foul  aft  ray, 
 Then  let  them  fall  with  lafting  {hame^ 
 To  their  own  plots  a  prey,. 
 2  While  all  that  love  thy  name  rejoice,. 
 And  glory  in  thy  w  ord  , 
 In  thy  falvation  raife  their  ■volcn, 
 And  magnify  the  Lord. 
 4  0  thou  my  help  in  time  of  &§.%£# 
 Beh»ld  my  fore  d;Lfmay| 
 Is.  pity  haften  to  my  aid,' 
 Mot  jet  tkf  grgcp  §dsf* 
 
JqS  PSALMS. 
 
 PSALM    LXXI.    ver.  j— 9.  Firft  part. 
 Common    Metre. 
 The  aged  fa  int*  s  rejledlion  and  hope. 
 I  "j\/!"Y  God,  my  everlafting  hope, 
 JVX  I  live  upon  thy  truth  ; 
 Thine  hands  have  held  my  childhood  up, 
 And  flrength'ned  all  my  youth, 
 a  My  fle(h  was  fafhion'd  by  thy  power, 
 With  all  thefe  limbs  of  mine  ; 
 And  from  my  mother's  painful  hour, 
 I've  been  entirely  thine. 
 
 3  Still  has  my  life  new  wonders  feen 
 
 Repeated  every  year ! 
 Behold,  my  days  that  yet  remain 
 I  truft  them  to  thy  care. 
 
 4  Caft  me  not  off  when  ftrength  declines^ 
 
 When  hoary  hairs  arife  ; 
 And  round  me  let  thy  glory  mine, 
 
 Whene'er  thy  fervant  dies. 
 I  Then,  in  the  hift'ry  of  my  age, 
 
 When  men  review  my  days, 
 They'll  read  thy  love  in  ev'ry  page, 
 
 In  ev'ry  line  thy  praife. 
 
 PS.ALM   LXXI.  ver.  15,14,16,23,22,24. 
 Second  part.     Common  Metre. 
 Cbrijl  our  jlrength  and  righteoufnefs. 
 
 1  IVfY  Saviour,  my  almighty  friend, 
 
 When  1  begin  thy  praife, 
 here  will  the  growing  numbers  end, 
 The  numbers  of  thy  grace  ? 
 
 2  Thou  art  my  everlafting  truft, 
 
 Thy  goodnefs  I  adore  ! 
 And  lince  I  knew  thy  graces  nrft, 
 I  fpeak  thy  glories  more. 
 £  My  feet  fnalltravel  all  the  length 
 Of  the  celeftial  road, 
 And  march  with  courage,  in  thy  fti'cr)*th| 
 T#  fee  my  Father  God. 
 
PSALMS.  133 
 
 4' When  I  am  fill'd  with  fore  diftrefs 
 For  fome  furpriiing  fin, 
 I'll  plead  thy  perfca  rightepi 
 
 And  mention  none  t ..:  :..-  ie. 
 5  How  will  my  lips   rejoice  to  tell 
 act  hies  of  my  King  ! 
 My  foul,  redeem'd  from  fin  and  hell, 
 Shall  thyfalvation  fing. 
 [6  My  tongue  fhall  all  the  day  proclaim 
 My  Saviour  and  my  God, 
 His  death  has  brought  my  foes  to  fhame, 
 And  fav'd  me  by  his    lood.j 
 7   Awake,  awake,  my  tuneful  pow'rs, 
 With    his  delightful  long  ; 
 I'll  entertain  the  darkeif.  hours, 
 Nor  think  '-he  feafon  long. 
 
 PSALM     LXXI.     ver.  17,-21.     Third  part. 
 Common  Metre. 
 The  aged  ChriJHan*s  prayer  and  Jong;  or,   Old  age -.  death], 
 
 and  the  rejurreclion. 
 
 1    f~^  OD    of  my  childhood,  and  my  youth 
 
 \JX  The  guide  of  all  my  days. 
 
 I  have  declar'd  thy  heavenly  truth, 
 
 And  told  thy  wond'rous  ways. 
 
 .  2  Wilt  thou  forfake  my  hoary  hairs, 
 
 And  leave  my  fainting  heart  ? 
 
 Who  (hall  fuilain  my  fink  in  er  years 
 
 If  God,  my  ftrength,  depart  ? 
 
 3  Let  me  thy  pow'r  and  tiuth  proclaim 
 
 Before  the  riling  age, 
 And  leave  a  favour  of  thy  name 
 When  I  fhall  quit  the  ftage. 
 
 4  The  land  of  filence  and  of  death 
 
 Attends  my  next  remove; 
 O  may  thefe  poor  remains  of  breath 
 Teach  the  wide  world  thy  love  ! 
 PAUSE 
 *  Thy  righteoufnefsis  deep  and  high, 
 Unfcarchable  thy  deeds ; 
 Thy  glory  fpreads  beyond  the  &y, 
 And  all  my  praife  exc  e 
 
14°  PSALMS. 
 
 6  Oft  have  I  heard  thy  threat'nings  roar, 
 
 And  oft  endur'd  the  grief; 
 But  when  thy  hand  has  pre'.s'd  me  fore, 
 Thy  grace  was  my  relief. 
 
 7  By  long  experience  have  I  known 
 
 Thy  fov'reign  power  to  fave ; 
 At  thy  corr*nand  I  venture  down 
 SecunBy  to  the  grave. 
 
 8  When  I  lie  buried  deep  in  duff., 
 
 My  flefh  fhall  be  thy  care  ; 
 Thefe  wither'd  limbs  with  thee  I  truft 
 To  raife  them  flrong  and  fair. 
 
 PSALM     LXXIT.     Firftpart.     Long  Metre. 
 The  Kingdom  of  Chrifi. 
 
 l    jT>  RE  AT  God,    whofe  univerfal  fway 
 V_T  The  known  and  unknown  worlds  obey, 
 
 Now  give  the  Kingdom  to  thy  Son, 
 
 Extend  his  power,  exalt  his  throne. 
 [2  Thy  fceptre  well  becomes  his  hands, 
 
 All  heav'n  fuhrnits  to  his  commands; 
 
 His  juftice  fhall  avenge  the -poor 
 
 And  pride  and  rage  prevail  no  more. 
 ^  With  power  he  vindicates  the  juft, 
 
 And  treads  th'  oppreffor  in  the  duft  ; 
 
 His  worfhip  and  his  fear  fhall  laft, 
 
 Till  hours,  and  years,   and  time  be  pair. 
 4  As  rain  on  meadows  newly  mown, 
 
 So  fhall  he  fend  his  influence   down  ; 
 
 His  grace  on  fainting  fouls  diftiils, 
 
 Like  heav'nly  dew  on  thirfty  hills. 
 t  The  heathen  lands  that  lie  beneath 
 "  The  ihad:s of over-fpreading death, 
 
 Revive  at  hisfirft  dawning  light, 
 
 And  deferts  bloffom  at  the  fight. 
 6  The  faint  fhall  flotn  ifh  in  his  days, 
 
 i'd  in  the  robes  of  joy  and  praife; 
 
 ike  a  river,  from  his  throne 
 (low  to  nations  yet  unknown^ 
 
?    5     A     L     M    S.  11' 
 
 P  S  A  L  M     LXXII.     Second   part.     Long  Metr& 
 
 thrift's  kingdom  among  the  Gentiles. 
 i     TESUS  mail  reign  where'er  the  fun 
 J   -Does  his  fucceffive  journeys  run  : 
 His  kingdom  if  retch  from  iho.e  to  more, 
 Till  moons  fhall  wax  and  wane  no  more. 
 
 /:old  the  nations  with  their  kings  ; 
 There  Europe  her  belt  tribute  brings  ; 
 From  north  to  fouth  the  princes  meet 
 To  pay  their  homage  at  his  feet, 
 3  There  Perfia,  glorious  to  behold, 
 And  India  mines  in  eaftern  gold  ; 
 
 s  own  their  Lord; 
 And  favage  tribes  attend  his  word.] 
 j   For  him  ihall  endlefs  pray'r  be  made. 
 And  endlefs  prailes  crown  his  head  : 
 
 And  infant-  (hall  proclaim 
 
 Their  early  bleffings  on  his  name. 
 
 6  Bleffings  abound  where'er  he  reigns; 
 
 The  joyful  pris'ner  burfts  his  chains  ; 
 
 The  weary  find  eternal  reft, 
 
 And  all  the  Ions  of  want  are  bleit. 
 [7  Where  he  difplays  his  healing  power 
 
 Death  and  the  curfe  are  known  no  more, 
 
 In  him    the  tribes   of  Adam  boail 
 
 More  bleffings  than  their  father  ioPc. 
 £  Let  every  creature  rife  and  bring 
 
 Peculiar  honours  to  our  king  : 
 
 Angels  defcend  with  fongs  again, 
 
 And  earth  repeats  the  loud  amen.] 
 
 PSALM    LXXII  I.     Firft  part.   Common  Melv 
 v.  and  prof perous /inner s  cur  fed. 
 
 NOW  I'm  convine'd  the  Lord  is  kind 
 To  men  of  heart  fincere,  ' 
 Yet  once  toy  fooliih  thoughts  rephrd, 
 And  bord'red  on  'dcipair. 
 
142  PSALMS. 
 
 2  I  griev'd  to  fee  the  wicked  thrive, 
 
 And  fpoke  with  angry  breath, 
 
 "  How  pleasant  and  profane  they  live  ; 
 
 "  How  peaceful  is  their  death  ! 
 
 |  <:  With  well  fed  fie fh  and  haughty  eyes 
 
 "  They  lay  their  fears  to  fleep  ; 
 
 "  Againftthe  heav'ns  their  flanders  rife, 
 
 "  While  faints  in  filence  weep. 
 
 4  "  In  vain  I  lift  my  hands  to  pray, 
 
 "  And  cleanie  my  heart  in  vaia; 
 *'  For  I  am  chaft'ned  all  the  day, 
 "   The  night  renews  my  pain." 
 
 £  Yet  while  my  tongue  indulg'd  complaints, 
 I  felt  my  heart  reprove, 
 "  Sure  I  fhall  thus  offend  thy  faints, 
 ';  And  grieve  the  men  I  love." 
 
 6  But  ftill  I  found  my  doubts  too  hard, 
 
 The  conflict  too  fevere, 
 'Till  I  retir'd  to  fearch  thy  word, 
 And  learn  thy  fecrets  there. 
 
 7  There,  as  in  fome  prophetic  glafs, 
 
 I  faw  the  hnner  fit 
 High  mounted  on  a  fhpp'ry  place, 
 Befide  a  fiery  pit. 
 3  I  heard  the  wretch  profanely  boaft, 
 'Till  at  thy  frown  he  fell ; 
 His  honours  in  a  dream  were  loft, 
 And  he  awakes  in  hell, 
 g  Lord,  what-an  envious  fool  I  was  ! 
 How  like  a  thoughtleft  beaft  ! 
 Thus  to  fufpetl  thy  promis'd  ^race, 
 And  think  the  wicked  ble'ft.     - 
 10  Yet  I  was  kept  from  full  defpair, 
 Upheld  by  power  unknown; 
 That  bleffed  hand  that  broke  the  fuare 
 Shall  guide  me  to  thy  throne. 
 
PSALMS.  i4S 
 
 PSALM    LXXIII.  ver.  23,-28.     Second  part. 
 Common  Metre. 
 God  our  portion  here  and  hereafter. 
 
 1  S~>  OD,  my  fuppor^er  and  my  hope, 
 VJT  My  help  forever  near, 
 
 Thine  arm  of  mercy  held  me  up 
 When  finking  in  defpair. 
 
 2  Thy  councils.  Lord,  mall  guide  my  feet 
 
 Through  life's  bewilder'd  race  ; 
 Thine  hand  conduct  me  near  thy  feat, 
 To  dwell  before  thy  face. 
 
 3  Were  I  in  heav'n  without  my  God, 
 
 'Tv.'ould  be  no  joy  to  me  : 
 And  wh lift  this  earth  is  my  abode 
 I  long  for  none  butthee. 
 
 4  What  if  the  fprings  of  life  were  broke. 
 
 And  flefh  and  heart  fbould  faint, 
 God  is  my  foul's  eternal  rock, 
 The  ftrength  of  every  faint. 
 
 5  Eehold  the  fmners  that  remove 
 
 Far  from  thy  prefence  die  ; 
 Not  all  the  idol  gods  they  love 
 
 Can  fave  them  when  they  cry. 
 
 6  But  to  draw    near  to  thee,  my  God, 
 
 Shall  be  my  fweet  employ; 
 My  tongue  (hall  found  thy  works  abroad 
 And  tell  the  world  my  joy. 
 
 PSALM  LXXIIL  ver.  22,  3.  6;  17—20.  Long  Metre. 
 The  prosperity  of '  finners  curfcd. 
 
 1  T    ORD,  what  a  thoughtlefs  wretch  was  I, 
 _Li  To  mourn,  and  murmur,  and  repine, 
 To  fee  thr  wicked  plac'd  on  high. 
 
 In  pride  and  robes  of  honour  mine. 
 
 2  But,  oh  their  end,  their  dreadful  end1. 
 
 Thv  fanctuary  taught  me  fo  : 
 On  flipp'ry  rocks  I  fee  them  (land, 
 And  fisry  billows  roll  below. 
 
S' 
 
 *44  PSALM    S. 
 
 3  Now  let  them  boaft  how  tall  they  rife, 
 
 I  1 1  never  envy  them  a.ain  ; 
 TherM^y^y  ftana  wuh  haughty  eyes, 
 m  theY  Pl'^gc  deep  in  endlefs  pain. 
 
 4  Their  fancy'd  joys,  how  fail  they  flee  J 
 
 Like  dreams,  as  fleeting  and  as  vain  ; 
 Their  forigs  of  ibfteft  harmony 
 
 Are  but  a  prelude  to  their  pain. 
 
 5  Now  I  efteem  their  mirth  and  wine 
 
 Too  dear  to  purchafe  wuh  my  blood  : 
 Lord,   'tis  enough  that  thou  art  mine, 
 My  life,  my'portion^  and  my  God. 
 P  S  A  L  M  LX'XIII.    Short  Metre. 
 The  myfiery  of  Providence  unf . 
 'URE  there's  a  righteous  God, 
 '   Nor  is  religion  vain; 
 Though  men  of  vice  may  boaft  aloud, 
 And  men  of  grace  complain. 
 2   I  faw  the  wicked  rife, 
 
 And  felt  my  heart  repine, 
 While  haughty  fools  with'fcornful  eves 
 In  robes  of  honour  fhine. 
 [3  Pamper'd  with  wanton  eafe, 
 
 Their  fiefh  looks  full  and  fair, 
 
 Their  wealth  rolls  in  like  flowing  feas, 
 
 And  grows  without  their  care. 
 
 4  Free  from  the  plagues  and  pains 
 
 That  pious  fouls  endure, 
 Through  all  their  life  oppreffion  reigns, 
 And  racks  the  humble  poor. 
 ,3  Their  impious  tongues  blafpheme 
 The  everlafting  God  : 
 Their  malice  blafls  the  good  man's  name, 
 And  fpreads  their  lies  abroad. 
 
 5  But  I  with  flowing  tears 
 
 Indulg'd  my  doubts  to  rife  ; 
 "  Is  there  a  God  that  fees  or  hears 
 "  The  things  below  the  ikies  ?"] 
 
PSALMS. 
 
 7  The  tumult  of  my  thought 
 
 Held  me  in  hard  fufpenfe, 
 'Till  to  thy  houfe  my  feet  were  brought 
 To  learn  thy  juitice  thence. 
 S  Thy  word  with  light  and  power 
 Did  my  miftake  amend ; 
 I  vie*/'  d  thefinners  life  before, 
 -      isre  I  learnt  their  end. 
 
 <5  On '.  hat  a  flipp'ry  fteep 
 
 The  thoughtlefs  wretches  go  ! 
 And,   oh  !  that  dreafiH  fiery  deep 
 That  waits  their  fall  below. 
 10  Lord,  at  thy  feet  I  bow, 
 
 My  thoughts  no  more  repine; 
 I  call  my  God  my  portion  now, 
 And  all  my  powers  are  thine. 
 
 PSALM    LXXIV.  Common  Metre. 
 
 The  church  pleading  with  God  under  fore  perjecution* 
 
 1  T  X  TILL  God  forever  caft  us  off? 
 
 V  V      His  wrath  forever  {"moke 
 Againft  the  people  of  his  love — 
 His  little  chofen  flock  ? 
 
 2  Think  of  the  tribes  fo  dearly  bought 
 
 With  their  Redeemer's  blood  ; 
 Nor  let  thy  Zioh  be  forgot, 
 
 Where  once  thy  glory  flood, 
 
 3  Lift  up  thy  feet,  and  march  in  haite, 
 
 Aloud  our  ruin  calls  ; 
 See  what  a  wide  and  fearful  wafte 
 Is  made  within  thy  walls. 
 
 4  Where  once  thy  churches  pray'd  and  fang- 
 
 Thy  foes  profanely  rage; 
 Amid  thy  gates  their  enfigns  hang, 
 
 And  c  here  their  hofts  engage. 
 .5  How  are  the  feats  of  worfhip  broke  ! 
 
 They  tear  theibuildings  down, 
 And  he  that  deals  the  heavieit  ftroke 
 
 Procures  the  chief  renown. 
 
6  With i  flames  they  threaten  to  deftroy 
 «<       lh>' children  in  their  reft; 
 
 Come  lee  us  burn  at  once"  (they  erf) 
 •   1  he  temple  and  the  prieft."     '  ' 
 
 7  And   ftill  to  heighten  our  diftrefs, 
 
 Tily  prefence  is  withdrawn; 
 Thy  wonted  figns  of  power  and  gl 
 
 Thy  power  and   grace  are  gone/ 
 
 8  No  prophet  fpeaks  to  calm  our  grief, 
 
 But  all  in  filence  mourn  ; 
 Nor  know  the  times  of  our  relief, 
 
 '  The  hour  of  thy  return. 
 „       ,  PAUSE. 
 
 9  How  long,  eternal  Cod!  how  long 
 
 Shall  men  of  pride  blafpheme? 
 Snail  faints  be  made  their  endlefs  W, 
 
 And  bear  immortal  fhame  ?  & 
 
 ao  Canft  thou  forever   fit  and  hear 
 
 Thy  holy  name  profan'd — 
 And  ftill  thyjealoufy  forbear,  ^ 
 
 And  uili  withholdt!.y  hand  ? 
 
 1 1  What  ftrange  deliv'rance  haft  thou  fhewn 
 
 In  ages  long  before  ! 
 And  now  no  other  ('■   d  we  own, 
 No  other  God  adore. 
 
 12  Thou  didft  divide  the  raring  fea 
 
 By  thy  refiftlefs  might, 
 To  make  thy  tribes  a  wond'rous  way, 
 And  then  fecure  their  flight. 
 
 13  Is  not  the  world  of  nature  thine, 
 
 The  darknefs  and  the  day  ? 
 Didft  thou  not  bid  the  morning  fhine, 
 And  mark  the  fun  his  way  ? 
 
 14  Hath  not  thy  power  form'd  ev'ry  coaft, 
 
 And  fet  the  earth  its  bouuds, 
 With  fummers  heat,   and  wint  rs  froft, 
 In  their  perpetual  rounds  ? 
 1  5  And  (ball  thefons  of  earth  and  duft 
 Thatfacred  power  blafpheme  ? 
 Will  not  thy  hand  that  form'd  them,  firfl 
 Avenge  thine  injur'd  name  ? 
 
PSALMS.  147 
 
 36  Think  on  the  cov'nant  thou  haft  made,     - 
 And  all  thy  words  of  love  ; 
 Nor  let  the  birds  of  prey  invade 
 And  vex  thy  trembling  dove. 
 
 17  Our  foes  would  triumph  in  our  blood, 
 And  make  our  hope  their  jeft  ; 
 Plead  thine  own  caufe,  almighty  Godi 
 And  give  thy  children  reft. 
 
 PSALM    LXXV.     Long  Metre. 
 
 Praife  to  God  for  the  return  of  peace. 
 
 1  HPG  thee,  moft  high  and  holy  God, 
 
 X     To  thee  our  thankful  hearts  we  raife  ; 
 Thy  works  declare  thy  name  abroad — 
 
 Thy  wondrous  wor-ks  demand  our  praife. 
 
 2  To  flav'ry  doom'd  thy  chofen  fons 
 
 Beheld  their  foes  triumphiant  rife  ; 
 And,  fore  opprefs'd  by  earthly  thrones, 
 They  fought  the  fov'ran  of  the  fkies, 
 
 3  'Twas  then,  great  God,  with  equal  power 
 
 Arofe  thy  vengeance  and  thy  grace, 
 To  fcourge  their  legions  from  the  fhore 
 And  fave  the  remnant  of  thy  race. 
 
 4  Thy  hand,  that  form' d  the  reftlefs  main, 
 
 And  rear'd  the  mountain's  awful  head. 
 Bade  raging  feas  their  courfe  reftrain, 
 And  defarfc  wilds  receive  their  dead. 
 
 5  Such  wonders  never  come  by  chance, 
 
 Nor  can  the  wind  fuch  bleffings  blow : 
 5Tis  God  the  judge  doth  one  advance, 
 'Tis  God  that  lays  another  low. 
 
 6  Let  haughty  tyrants  fink  their  pride, 
 
 Nor  lift  (o  high  their  fcornful  head,     - 
 But  lay  their  impious  thoughts  afide, 
 
 And  own  the  empire  God  hath  mads. 
 E  2 
 
MS  PSALMS. 
 
 PSALM     LXXVI.     Common  Metre. 
 
 IJratlfaved,  andthe  AJyrians  dejlroyed;  or.   God's  vtrtgtance 
 
 agavnji  his  enemies  proceeds  jr cm  yds  ckurcL 
 
 1  T^T  JU{*ah  God  of  old  was  known ; 
 jl    His  name  in  Ifrael  great  ; 
 
 In  Sal  em  flood  his  holy  throne, 
 And  Zion  was  his  feat. 
 
 2  Among  the  praifes  of  his  faints, 
 
 His  dwelling  there  he  chofe ; 
 There  he  rcceiv'd  their  juft  complaints 
 Againft  their  haughty  foes. 
 
 3  From  Zion  went  his  dreadful  word, 
 
 And  broke  the  threat'ning  fpear  ; 
 The  bow,    the  arrows,  and  the  fword, 
 And  crufh'd  th'  AfTyrian  war. 
 
 4  What  are  the  earth's  wide  kingdoms  elfc 
 
 But  mighty  hills  of  prey  ? 
 
 The  hill  on  which  Jehovah  dwells 
 
 Is  glorious  more  than  they. 
 
 5  'Twas  Zion's  King  that  ftopp'd  the  breath 
 
 Of  captains  and  their  bands  ; 
 men  of  might  fleep  faft  in  death, 
 That  quells  their  warlike  hands. 
 
 6  At  thy  rebuke,  O  Jacob's  God! 
 
 B  Jth  horfe  and  chariots  fell  : 
 Who  knows  the  tcrroi  svof  thy  rod  ? 
 Thy  vcr.jee.nce  who  can  tell  ? 
 
 7  What  power  can  ftand  before  thy  fight 
 
 When  once  thy  wrath  appears  ! 
 When  heav'n  fhines  round  with  dreadful  light> 
 The  earth  adores  and  fears. 
 
 8  When  God  in  his  own  fov'reign  ways 
 
 Comes  down  to  fave  th'  oppreit. 
 The  v  rath  of  man  mall  work  his  praife, 
 And  he'll  reftrain  the  reft. 
 [9  Vows  to  the  Lord,  and  tribute  bring; 
 Ye  princes,  fear  his  ;": 
 
 ke  the  pr.^iidcft  King, 
 And  imite  his  armies  c> 
 
PSALMS.  149 
 
 I  o  The  thunder  of  his  fharp  rebuke 
 Our  haughty  foes  fhall  feel; 
 For  Jacob's  God  hath  not  forfook, 
 But  dwells  in  Zion  frill.} 
 
 P  S  A  L  M     LXXVII.    lirft  part.  Common  Metre. 
 Melancholy  ajfaulting.  and  hope  prevail 
 
 1  r~F,0  God  I  cry'd  with  mournful  voice, 
 
 X       I  fought  his  gracious  ear, 
 In  the  fad  hour,  when  trouble  rofe, 
 And  fill'd  my  heart  with  fear. 
 
 2  Sad  were  my  drys,  and  dark  my  nights, 
 
 My  foul  refus'd  relief  ; 
 I  thought  on  God,  the  juftand  wife, 
 But  thoughts  increas'd  my  grief. 
 
 3  Still  I  complain'd,  and  ftill  appreft, 
 
 My  heart  began  to  break  ; 
 My  God,  thy  wrath  forbade  my  reft, 
 And  kept  my  eyes  awake. 
 
 4  My  overwhelming  forrows  grew, 
 
 'Till  I  could  fpeak  no  more  ; 
 Then  I  within  myfelf  withdrew, 
 And  call'd  thy  judgments  o'er. 
 
 5  I  call'd  back  years  and  ancient  times, 
 
 When  I 'beheld  thy  face  ; 
 •My  fpirit  fearch'd  for  fecret  crimes 
 That  might  with-hold  thy  grace. 
 
 6  I  call'd  thy  mercies  to  my  mind, 
 
 Which  I  enjoy'd  before  ; 
 And  will  the  Lord  no  more  be  kind — 
 His  face  appear  no  more  ? 
 
 7  Will  he  forever  call  me  off — 
 
 vHis  promiie  ever  fail  ? 
 Has  he  forgot  his  tender  love  ? 
 Shall  anger  ftill  prevail  ? 
 
 8  But  I  forbid  this  hopelefs  though:, 
 
 This  dark,'  defpairing  frame, 
 Rememb'ring  what  thy  hand  hath  wrought ; 
 Thy  hand  is  ftill  the  fame, 
 
I5O  P    *•   A    L    M    S. 
 
 9  I'll  think  again  ofall  thy  wavs, 
 And  talk  thy  wonders  o'er, 
 Thy  wonders  of  recov'ring  grace,   ' 
 When  flefh  could  hope  no  more, 
 ao  Grace  dwelt  with  juftice  on  the  throne  ; 
 And  men  that  love  thy  word 
 Have  in  thy  fan&uary  known 
 The  counfels  of  the  Lord. 
 
 P  S  A  L  ~M     LXXVII.  Second  part.  Common  Metre. 
 
 Com/crt  derived  from  ancient  providence  ;  or,  Jjracl  delivered 
 
 from  Egypt,  and  brought  to  Canaan. 
 
 1  t:    T  T  OW  awful  is  thy  chait'ning  rod  !" 
 
 XX     (May  thy  own  children  fay  ;) 
 11  The  great,  the  wife,  the  dreadful  God  ! 
 ■"  How  holy  is  his  way!" 
 
 2  I'll  meditate  his  works  of  old, 
 
 Who  reigns  in  heaven  above  ; 
 I'll  hear  his  ancient  wonders  told, 
 And  learn  to  truft  his  love. 
 
 3  He  faw  the  houfe  of  Jofeph  ly 
 
 With  Egypt's  yoke  oppreft  ; 
 Long  he  delay'd  to  hear  their  cry  ; 
 Nor  gave  his  people  reft. 
 
 4  The  fons  of  pious  Jacob  feem'd 
 
 Abandon'd  to  their  foes  ; 
 Luc  his  almighty  arm  redeem'd 
 The  nation  whom  he  chofe. 
 
 5  From  flavifh  chains  he  fets  them  free, 
 
 They  follow  where  he  calls  ; 
 He  bade  them  venture  through  the  fea, 
 And  made  the  waves  their  walls. 
 
 6  The  waters  faw  thee,  mighty  God  ! 
 
 The  wateis  faw  thee  come  ; 
 Backward  they  fled,  and  frighted  flood, 
 To  make  thine  armies  room. 
 
 7  Strange  was  thy  journey  through  the  fea, 
 
 footfteps,    Lord,   unknown  ; 
 Terrors  attend  the  wondrous  way 
 That  bungs  thy  mercies  down. 
 
PSALMS.  t$t    (^ 
 
 [8  Thy  voice  with  terror  in  the  found 
 
 Through  clouds  and  darknel's  b^oke  ; 
 All  heav'n  in  li|  tone  around, 
 
 And  earth  wi  h  thunder   1.  >c  k.. 
 
 g  Thine  >ugh\heikies  were  hurl'd  ; 
 
 How  glorious  is  the  L   ?d\ 
 '  Surprife  and  trembling  feiz'd  the  world, 
 And  all  his  fat    ls         r'd. 
 
 io  He  _.  •  "ock; 
 
 And.  fefe  b      nfd     .'    ;and, 
 Through  a  dry.defert  led  -is  flock 
 To  Canaan's  promis'd  land.] 
 
 P  S  A  L  M     LXXVTII.  Firft  part.  Common  Metre- 
 
 Providence  of  God  recorded;    or,   Pwus  education  and 
 infraction  of  cliildren. 
 i    T    E  T  children  hear  the  mighty  deeds 
 &  j     Which  God  perform'd  of  old, 
 Which  in  our  younger  years  We  faw, 
 And  which  our  fathers  told. 
 
 2  He  bids  us  make  his  glories  known ; 
 
 His  works  of  power  and  grace  : 
 And  we'll  convey  his  wonders  down 
 Through  ev'ry  riling  race. 
 
 3  Our  lips  fhall  tell  them  to  our  fons, 
 
 And  they  again  to  their's, 
 That  generations  yet  unborn 
 
 May  teach  them  to  their  heirs. 
 
 4  Thus  fhall  they  learn  in  God  alone 
 
 Their  hope  fecurely  ftands, 
 
 That  they  may  ne'er  forget  his  works, 
 
 But  practife  his  commands. 
 
 PSALM    LXXVIII.  Second  part.  Common  Metre, 
 
 Jfrael's  rebellion  and  punifliment  ;    or,  The  Jins  and 
 chafufements  of  God's  pcoUe. 
 i    f~\  WHAT  a  itiff  rebellious  houfe 
 V>^  Was  Jacob's  ancient  race  ! 
 Faife  to  their  own  moll  folemn  vows, 
 And  to  their  Maker's  grace  ! 
 
X'5*  PSALMS. 
 
 2  They  broke  the  cov'nant  of  his  love 
 
 And  did  his  laws  defpife  ; 
 Forgot  the  works  he  wrought  to  prove 
 His  power  before  their  eyes  ! 
 
 3  They  faw,the  plagues  on  Egypt  'light 
 
 From  his  avenging  hand  : 
 What  dreadful  tokens  of  his  might 
 
 Spread  o'er  the  ftubborn  land  !  »     - 
 
 4  They  faw  him  cleave  the  mighty  fea, 
 
 And  march'd  with  fafety  through, 
 With  wat'ry  walls  to  guard  their  way, 
 'Till  they  had  fcap'd  the  foe. 
 
 5  A  wondrous  pillar  raark'd  the  road, 
 
 Compos'd  of  fhade  and  light ; 
 By  day  it  prov'd  a  ftielt'ring  cloud, 
 A  leading  fire  by  night. 
 
 6  He  from  the  rock  their  thirft  fupply'd  ; 
 
 The  gufning  waters  flow:d, 
 And  ran  in  rivers  r  y  .heir  fide, 
 Along  the  defcrtroad. 
 
 7  Yet  they  provok'd  the  Lord  Moft  High, 
 
 A   d  dar'd  diftruil  his  hand  : 
 
 "  Can  he  with  bread  our  holt  fupply 
 
 '•  Amidft  this  barren  land?" 
 
 8  The  Lord,  with  indignation,  heard, 
 
 And  caus'd  his  wrath  to  flame  ; 
 His  terrors  ever  ftand  prepar'd 
 To  vindicate  his  name. 
 
 PSALM     LXXVIIL  Third  part.  Common  Metr* 
 
 The  pun'- ■  wry  and  intemperance ;  or,      - 
 
 Chaftifcment  and  filiation. 
 
 1    \lJm?£™}*!°*'**  ^e  Lord  reprov'd, 
 
 v      V    r  d  their  hcans  with  dread  : 
 
 let  he  forgave  the  men  he  lov'd, 
 
 And  fent  them  heav'nly  bread. 
 
 &  He  fed  them  with  a  lib'ral  hand.     ' 
 
 And  made  his  treafures  known  ; 
 
 He  gave  the  midnight  clouds  command 
 
 To  pour  provision  down. 
 
PSALM?.  I53 
 
 g  The  manna,  like  a  morning  fhow'r, 
 Lay  thick  around  their  feet ; 
 The  food  of  heav'n,  fo  light,  fo  pure, 
 As  chough  'twere  angels'  meat. 
 
 4  But  they,  in  marm'ring  language,  faid, 
 
 "   Is  manna  all  our  feait  ? 
 "  We  lothe  this  light,  this  airy  bread  ; 
 ';  We  muft  have  flefh  to  tafte." 
 
 5  "  Ye  fhall  have  flefh  to  pleafe  your  luff,'9 
 
 The  Lord  in  wrath  reply'd  ; 
 And  fent  them  quails,  like  fand,  or  duft3 
 Heap'd  up  on  every  fide. 
 
 6  He  gave  them  all  their  own  defire ; 
 
 And,  greedy,  as  they  fed, 
 
 His  vengeance  burnt  with  fee  ret  fire, 
 
 And  fmote  the  rebels  dead. 
 
 7  When  fome  were  flain,  the  rt.ft  return'd, 
 
 And  fought  the  Loid  with  tears  ; 
 Under  the  rod  they  fear'd  and  mourn'd, 
 But  foon  forgot  their  fears. 
 
 8  Oft  he  chaftis'd.  and  Mill  forgave, 
 
 'Till,   by  his  gracious  hand, 
 The  nations  he  refolv'd  to  fave 
 Poffefs'd  the  priimis'd  land. 
 
 PSAL  M     LXXVIII.    ver.  32,  &c.   Fourth  part. 
 
 Long   Metre. 
 Batkjliding  and  forgiienefs  ;  or,  Sin  punijlied.  and  Saints 
 
 Javed. 
 1    /~>RFAT  God,  how  oft  did  Ifrael  prove, 
 
 \JT   By  turns,  thine  anger,  and  thy  love ! 
 
 There,  in  a  glafs,  our  hearts  may  fee 
 
 How  fickle  and  how  falfe  they  be. 
 £   How  foon  the  faitb.lftfs  Jews  forgot 
 
 The  dreadful  wonders  God  had  wrought! 
 
 Then  they  prcvok'd  him  to  bis  face, 
 
 Nor  fear  his-pow'c,  nor  truft  his  grace. 
 3  The  Lord  coafura'd  their  years  in  pain, 
 
 And- made  their  travels  long  and  vain  : 
 
 A  tedious  march  through  unknown  ways, 
 
 Wore  cut  their  ftrehgth,  and  fpent  their  days, 
 
154  PSALMS. 
 
 4  Off,  when  they  faw  their  brethren  flam, 
 
 '  mourn'd,  and  fought  the  Lord  again  ; 
 Cali'd  him  the  rock  of  their  abode, 
 Their  high  Redeemer,  and  their  God. 
 
 5  Their  pray'rs  and  vows  before  him  rife, 
 As  fiat'ring  words    or  f  Oemn  lies  ; 
 Win!,  their  rebellious  Lemurs  prove 
 Falfe  to  his  cov'nant  and  his  love. 
 
 6  Y  "  could  his  fov*reign  ^rcxe  Eorgive 
 Tne  men  who  ne'er  defe-v'd  to  live; 
 His  an*i  i   oft  a\  :,'d. 
 
 Or  elfe  with  gentle  flame  it  burn'd. 
 
 7  He  faw  their  fleih  was  weak  and  frail, 
 He  faw  temptatmns  {till  prevail  ; 
 The  God  of  Abr'm  lov'd  them  {till, 
 And  led  them  to  his  holy  hill. 
 
 P  S-A  L  M    LXX1X.  Long  Metre, 
 
 For  the  dijlrcjs  ofzvar. 
 
 i   "O  EHOLD,  O  God,  what  cruel  foes 
 JLJ  Thy  peaceful  herrita^e  invade  ; 
 Thy  holy  temple  ttands  d  Hl'cl, 
 
 Jn  duft  thy  facred  walls  are  laid. 
 
 4  Wide  o'er  the  vallies  drench'd  in  blood, 
 Thy  people  fall'n  in  death  lemain  ; 
 The  fowls  of  heaven  their  flefh  devour, 
 And  lavage  beails  divide  the  {lain. 
 
 3  Th'  infulting  foes,  with  impious  rage, 
 
 Reproach  thy  children  to  their  face  : 
 ■l  Where  is  your  God  of  boafled  power  ? 
 
 "  And  where  the  promife  of  his  grace  . " 
 
 4  Deep  from  the  prifon's  horrtd  glooms, 
 
 Oh  !  hear  the  mournful  captives  figh, 
 And  let  thy  fov'reign  power  reprieve 
 
 The  trembling  fouls  condemn'd  to  die. 
 
 5  Let  thofe,  who  dar'd  t'  infult  thy  reign, 
 
 Return  difmay'd  with  endlefs  fhame, 
 While  heathens,  who  thy  grace  defpife, 
 
 Shall  from  thy  vengeance  learn  thy  name. 
 
r  s  a  l  m  s.  155 
 
 6  So  mall  thy  children,  freed  from  death, 
 Eternal  fongs  of  honour  raife, 
 And  every  future  age  (hall  tell  k 
 -     Thy  fovereign  power  and  pard'ning  grace, 
 
 PSAL  M     LXXX..    Long  Metre. 
 The  church's  pray. 7  under  ajHiSion;  or,   the  vineyard  of  God 
 
 wafted. 
 1    f~>  RE  AT  Shepherd  of  thine  Ifrael, 
 
 KjF  Who  didft  between  the  cherubs  dwell. 
 
 And  led  the  tribes,  thy  chofen  Qiefepa 
 
 Safe  through  the  defart  and  the  deep — 
 a  Thy  church  is  in  the  defert,  Lord, 
 
 Shine  from  on  high,  and  light  afford; 
 
 Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  reftore, 
 
 We  fhallbe  fav'd,  an  J.  figh  no  more. 
 
 3  Great  God,  whom  heavenly  hofts  obey, 
 How  long  (hall  we  lament  and  pray, 
 And  wait  in  vain  thy  kind  return  ? 
 How  long  (hall  thy  fierce  anger  burn  ? 
 
 4  Inftead  of  wine  and  chearful  bread, 
 Thy  faints  with  their  own  tears  are  fed ; 
 Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  reftore, 
 
 We  (hall  be  fav'd,  and  ugh  no  more. 
 
 PAUSE  the  firft. 
 ,5  Haft  thou  not  planted  with  thy  hands 
 A  lovely  vine  in  heathen  lands  ? 
 Did  not  thy  power  defend  it  round, 
 And  heav'nly  dews  enrich  the  ground  ? 
 
 6  How  did  the  fpreading  branches  (hoot, 
 And  blefs  the  nations  wich  the  fruit? 
 Eutnow,  dear  Lord,  look  down  and  fee 
 Thy  morning  vine,   that  lovely  tree. 
 
 7  Why  is  her  beau'  y  thus  defae'd  ? 
 Why  haft  thou  laid  her  fences  wafte  ? 
 Strangers  and  foes  againft  her  join, 
 And  ev'ry  beaft  devours  the  vine. 
 
 8  Return,  almighty  God.  return ; 
 
 Nor  let  thy  bleeding  vineyard  mourn ; 
 Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  reftore, 
 We  fhall  be  fav'd,  and  figh  no  more. 
 
Ig6  PSALMS. 
 
 PAUSE  the  fecond. 
 
 9  Lord,  when  this  vine  in  Canaan  grew, 
 Thou  waft  irs  ftrength  and  glory  too  ! 
 A  tack'd  in  vain  by  all  i's  rues, 
 
 'Till  the  fair  branch  of  promife  rofe. 
 
 10  Fair  branch,  ordain'd  of  old  to  (hoot 
 From  David's  ftock,  from  Jacob's  root  ; 
 Himfelf  a  nobler  vine,  and  we 
 
 The  leffer  branches  of  the  tree. 
 
 1 1  'Tis  thy  own  Son  ;  and  he  fhall  ftand, 
 Girt  with  thy  ftrength,  at  thy  right  hand  ; 
 Thy  nrft-born  Son,  adorn'd  and  blefs*d 
 With  pow'r  and  grace  above  the  reft. 
 
 12  O  !  for  his  fake,  attend  our  cry, 
 Shine  on  thy  churches,  left  they  die  ; 
 Turn  us  to  thee,  thv  love  reftore, 
 We  fhall  be  fav'd  and  figh  no  m>i  e. 
 
 PSALM  LXXXI.  ver.   i,  8,— 16.    Short  Metre. 
 
 T/i:  warning  of  God  to  his  people  ;  or,  Spiritual  blef- 
 -      fings  and  punijkments. 
 i    Q ING*  to  the  Lord  aloud, 
 O   And  make  a  joyful  noife  ; 
 God  is  our  ftrength,  our  Saviour  God  ; 
 Let  Ifrael  hear  his  voice. 
 
 2  "  From  idols  falfe  and  vain 
 
 "   Preferve  my  rights  divine  ; 
 "  I  am  the  Lord  who  broke  thy  chain 
 "  Of  flav'ry  and  of  fin. 
 
 3  "  Stretch  thy  defires  abroad, 
 
 "  And  I'll  fupply  them  well  ; 
 ("  But  if  ye  will  refufe  your  God, 
 «  If  Ifrael  will  rebel ; 
 
 4  <:   I'll  leave  them,"  faith  the  Lord, 
 
 "  To  th'eir  own  lulls  a  prey, 
 "  And  let  them  run  the  dang'rous  road ; 
 "  'Tis  their  own  chofen  way. 
 $  "  Yet,  O!   that  all  my  faints 
 
 "  Wgnld  hearken  to  my  voice  ! 
 "  Soon  I  would  eafe  their  fore  complaints. 
 "  And  bid  their  hearts  rejoice. 
 
PSALM 
 
 I  ■•'•  While  I  deftroy  their  foes, 
 
 i;   l'H  richly  teed  my  flock, 
 "  And  they  fhall  tafte  the  ftream  that  flows 
 <;  From  their  eternal  rock." 
 P  S  A  L  M    LXXXII.     Long   Metre. 
 God  ike  fupreme  Governor  ;    or.  Mag 
 A   MONG  th'  affemblies  of  the  great 
 J~\.  A  greater  Ruler  takes  his  iea:; 
 The  God  of  heav'n.    as  judge,  furvevs  ; 
 Thofe  gods  on  earth,  and  all  their  ways. 
 
 Why  will  ye  frame  oppreffive  laws  ? 
 Or  why  fupport  th'  unrighteous  caufe  ? 
 When  will  ye  once  defend  the  poor, 
 That  foes  may  vex  the  faints  no  more  ? 
 
 They  know  not,  Lord,  nor  will  they  know  j 
 Dark  are  the  ways  in  which  they  go ; 
 Their  name  of  earthly  gods  is  vain,. 
 For  they  fhall  fall  and  die  like  men. 
 
 Arife,  O  Lord,  and  let  thy  Son 
 Poffefs  his  univerfal  throne, 
 And  rule  the  nations  with  his  rod ; 
 He  is  our  judge,  and  he  our  God. 
 
 PSALM     LXXXII  I.     Short  Metre. 
 A  complaint  againjl  perfecutors, 
 
 AND  will  the  God  of  grace 
 Perpetual  hlence  keep  ? 
 The  God  of  juftice  hold  his  peace, 
 
 And  let  his  vengeance  fleep  ? 
 Behold  what  curfed  fnares 
 
 The  men  of  mifchief  fpread  ; 
 The  men  that  hate  thy  faints  and  thee 
 
 Lift  up  theii  threat'ning  head. 
 Againft  thy  hidden  pnes 
 
 -  Their  counfels  they  employ ; 
 And  malice,  with  her  watchful  eye, 
 
 Pih-fues  them  to  deftroy. 
 "  Come,  let  us  join,"  they  cry, 
 
 "  To  root  them  from  the  ground, 
 "  'Till  not  the  name  of  faints  remain, 
 
 "  Nor  mem'ry  fhall  be  found. ;i 
 
1£&  >    S    A    L    si     £. 
 
 5  Awake,   Almighty   God  f 
 
 And  call  thy  wrath  to  mind  ; 
 G  ire, 
 
 Or  ftubbleto  the  wind. 
 
 6  Convince  their  madnefs,  Lord, 
 
 And  make  them  feek  thy  name  : 
 Or  ell'e  their  ftubborn  rage  confound, 
 That  they  may  die  in  fhame. 
 
 7  Then  fhall  the  nations  know 
 
 Thy  glorious,  dreadful  word, 
 Jehovah  is  thy  name  alone, 
 
 And  thou  the  fov'reign  Lord. 
 
 PSALM     LXXXIV.     Firft  part.     Long  Metre. 
 The  pleafure  of  public  worfhip. 
 X    T  T  O  W  pleafant,  how  d;vinely  fair, 
 AX     O  Lord  of  hoiis,  thy  dwellings  are ! 
 With  long  defire  my  foirit  faints 
 To  meet  th'  afler&blres  of  thy  faints. 
 
 2  My  flefh  would  reft  in  thine  abode, 
 My  panting  heart  cries  out  for  God  ; 
 My  God  !  my  King  !   wh)  mould  I  be 
 So  far  from  all  my  joys  and  thee  ? 
 
 3  T'  ~  fparrow  chufes  where  to  reft, 
 And  for  her  young  provides  her  neft  ; 
 But  will  my  God  to  fparrows  grant 
 That  pleafure  which  his  children  want  ? 
 
 4  Bkfs'd  are  the  fain' s  who  fit  on  high 
 Around  thy  throne  above  the  fky  ; 
 Thy  brighteft  glories  fhine  above, 
 And  all  their  work  is  praife  and  love. 
 
 5  Blefs'd  are  their  fouls  who  find  a  place 
 Within  the  temple  of  thy  grace  ; 
 There  to  behold  thy  gentler  rays, 
 
 -   And  feek  thy  face  and  learn  thy  praife. 
 
 6  Blers'd  are  the  men  whofe  hearts  are  fe^ 
 To  find  the  way  to  Zion's  gate  ; 
 
 God  is  their  flrength  ;  and  through  the  road 
 They  lean  upon  their  helper  God. 
 
PSALMS.  iu 
 
 7  Cheerful  they  walk  with  growing  ftrength, 
 'Till  all  lhall  meet  in  heav'n  at  length, 
 'Till  all  before  thy  face  appear, 
 And  join  in  nobler  ■  worfhip  there. 
 
 P  S  A  L  M    L XXXIV.    Second'  part.    Long  Metre. 
 
 God  and  his  church  ;  or,  grace  and  glory. 
 i    /">  REAT  God,  attend,  while  Zion  fmgs 
 
 VJT  The  joy  that  from  thy  prefence  fprihgs  : 
 
 To  fpend  one  day  with  thee  on  earth, 
 
 Exceeds  a  tr.oufand  days  of  mirth. 
 
 2  Might  I  enjoy  the  meaneft  place 
 Within  thy  houfe,  O  God  of  grace, 
 Not  tents  of  cafe,  nor  thrones  of  pow'r, 
 Should  tempt  my  feet  to  leave  thy  door. 
 
 3  God  is  our  fun.  he  makes  our  day  ; 
 God  is  our  fhield,  he  guards  our  way 
 From  all  th'  affauks  of  hell  and  fin, 
 
 Frora.foes  without,  and  foes  within.  .         "■ 
 
 4.  All  needful  grace  will  God  beftow, 
 
 And  crown  that  grace  with  glory  too! 
 
 Ke  gives  us  ail  things,  and  withholds 
 
 No  real  good  from  upright  fouls. 
 5  O  God,  our  king,  whole  fev'reign  fway 
 
 The  glorious  hofts  of  heav'n  obey, 
 
 And  devils  at  thy  prefence  flee ; 
 
 Blels'd  is  the  man  that  trails  in  thee. 
 
 PSALM  LXXXIV.  ver,  i,  2,  3. '10,  paraphrased. 
 
 Common  Metre. 
 Delight  in  ordinances  of  wotjhip ;  or,  God  prefent  in  his 
 churches. 
 Y  foul,  how  lovely  is  the  place 
 To  which  thy  God  reforis  ! 
 'Tis  heav'n  to  fee  his  fmijingface, 
 Though  in  his  earthly  courts. 
 
 a  There  the  great'  monarch  of  the  fkies 
 His  faving  pow'r  difplays, 
 And  light  breaks  in  upon  our  eyes, 
 With  kind  and  quick'ning  rays, 
 
 'M 
 
l60  PSALMS. 
 
 3  With  his  rich  gifts  the  heav'nly  dove 
 
 Defcehdsand  tills  the  place. 
 While  Chriit  reveals  his  wondrous  love, 
 And  fheds  abroad  his  grace. 
 
 4  There,  mighty  God,  thy  works  declare 
 
 The  fecrets  of  thy  v>  i 
 And  ftiil  we  ftek  thy  mercies  there, 
 A:id  ling  thy  praifes  ftill. 
 PAUSE. 
 «;  My  heart  and  flefh  cry  out  for  thee, 
 While  far  from  thine  abode  : 
 "When  (hall  I  tread  thy  courts,  and  fee 
 My  Saviour  and  my  God  ? 
 
 6  The  fparrow  bunds  herfelf  a 
 
 And  fuffers  no  remove  ; 
 O  n. a  ws,  llcfs'd, 
 
 To  dwell  but  where  I  love. 
 
 7  To  fit  one  day  beneath  thine  eye, 
 
 And  hear  th  voice, 
 
 Exceeds  a   •  rnity 
 
 '.  in  carnal  joys. 
 
 8  Lord,   at  thy  threshold  I  would  wait, 
 
 •  is  within, 
 Rather  than  fill  a  throne  of  ftate, 
 Among  the  tents  oi  fin. 
 
 §  Could  I  command  thefpscious  land, 
 And  the  more  bouudlefs  fea, 
 Tor  one  bkk'd  hour  at  thy  right  hand 
 I'd  give  them  both  away. 
 
 PSALM   LXXXIV.  As  the  148th  Pfalnt 
 hg  for  tie  koufe  of  God. 
 
 LOFvD  of  the  worlds  above, 
 How  pleafant  and  how  fair  - 
 
 The  dwellings  of  thy  love, 
 Thy  earthly  temples  are  ! 
 To  thine  abode 
 My  heartafpires, 
 With*  warm  defires, 
 To  fee  my  God. 
 
PSALMS. 
 
 B  The  foarrow  for  her  young, 
 
 With  pleafure  feeks  a  nelly 
 And  wand'ring  f wallows  long 
 
 To  find  their  wonted  reft  : 
 My  fpirit  faints, 
 With  equal  zeal, 
 To  rife  and  d  well 
 Among  thy  faints. 
 
 3  O  happy  fouls  that  pray 
 
 Where  God  appoints  to  hear  V 
 O  happy  men  that  pay 
 
 Their  conftant  fervice  there  ! 
 They  praife  thee  ftill  ; 
 A. id  happy  t'-ey 
 That  love  the  way 
 To  Zion's  bill. 
 
 4  They  go  from  ftrength  to  ftrength, 
 
 Through  this  dark  vale  of  tears, 
 'Till  each  arrives  at  length, 
 'Till  each  in  heav'n  appears. 
 O  glorious  feat, 
 "When  God  our  King 
 Shall  thither  bring 
 Gur  willing  feet. 
 
 P  A  U  S  E. 
 
 5  To  fpend  one  facred  da)-, 
 
 Whet :  God  and  faints  abide, 
 Affords  diviner  joy     - 
 
 Than  thou fand  days  befide  : 
 Where  God  reforts, 
 I  love  it  more 
 To  keep  the  door 
 Than  fhine  in  courts. 
 
 6  God  is  our  fun  and  Ihield, 
 
 Our  light  and  our  defence  ; 
 With  gifts  our  hands  are  fill'd, 
 We  draw  our  bleflings  thence  ; 
 He  mail  beftow 
 On  Jacob's  race 
 Peculiar  grace 
 And  glory  too. 
 
1^2  PSALMS. 
 
 7  The  Lord  his  people  loves; 
 
 His  h3nd  no  good  withholds 
 From  ihofe  hisheait  approves, 
 From  pure  and  pious  fouls  ; 
 Thrice  hspp-  he, 
 O  God  of  hofts, 
 Whofe  fpirit  rrufts 
 Alone  in  thee. 
 
 PSALM  LXXXV.  ver.  i— 8.  Firft  part.  Long  Metre. 
 
 Waiting  for  an  an  veer  to  prayer  ;   or,  Deliverance  btgv*  and 
 tow plded 
 
 1  T    ORD.   th^u  haft  cali'd  thv  grace  to  mind, 
 JL^     Thou  haft  revers'd  our  heavy  doom  ; 
 So  God  forgave  when  I fra el  finn'd, 
 
 And  brought  his  wandring  captives  home, 
 a  Thou  haft  begun  io  fet  us  free, 
 
 And  made  thy  fierceft  wra.h  abate  : 
 Now  let  our  hearts  be  tum'd  to  thee, 
 
 A'  d  our  falvation  be  complete.  \ 
 
 3  Revive  our  dying  graces,  Lord, 
 
 And  let  th  .  hce  rejoice; 
 
 Make  known  thy  truth 
 
 We  wai;  forpraife  to  tuneour  voice. 
 
 4  We  wait  to  hear  what  God  will  fay; 
 
 He'll  fpeak  and  giv  c  his  people  peace  : 
 But  let  them  run  no  mo 
 
 Left  hii  returning  wrath  increafe. 
 
 PSALM  LXXXV.     ver.  g,  &c.    Second  part.  Long 
 
 Metre. 
 
 - 
 on  by  Chrtft. 
 
 SALVATJ'ON  is  forever  nigh 
 The  fouls  that  fear  and  truft  the  Lord; 
 And  grace,  defc.cn din g  from  on  high, 
 Frefh  hopes  of  glory  fhall  afford. 
 
 2  Merc;  h  on  earth  are  met, 
 
 Sine*  Lord>  came  down  from  htsv'r.!- 
 
 By  his  obedienc< 
 
 Juftictia  p]  d  peace  is  giv'n. 
 
PSALMS.  163 
 
 3  Now  truth  and  honor  ihail  abound, 
 
 Religion  dwell  on  earth  again, 
 And  heav'nly  influence  blefs  the  ground 
 In  our  Redeemer's  gentler  reign. 
 
 4  His  righteoufuefs  is  gone  before, 
 
 To  give  us  free  accefs  to  God  ; 
 Our  wahd'ring  feet  ihall  flray  no  more, 
 But  mark  his  fteps,  and  keep  the  road. 
 
 PSALM    'LXXXVI.  ver,  8; — 13.  Common  Metre. 
 A  general  fong  of  praife  to  God. 
 
 1  A  MONG  the  princes,  earthly  gods, 
 ±\.  There's  none  hath  pow'r  divine  ; 
 Nor  is  their  nature,  mighty  Lord, 
 
 Nor  are  their  works  like  thine. 
 
 2  The  nations  thou  haft  made,  ihall  bring 
 
 Their  offerings  round  thy  throne..; 
 For  thou  alone  doft  wondrous  things, 
 For  thou  art  God  alone. 
 
 3  Lord,  I  would  walk  with  holy  feet ; 
 
 Teach  me  thine  heav'nly  ways ; 
 And  all  my  wacd'ring  thoughts  unite 
 In  God  my  father's   praife. 
 
 4  Great  is  thy  mercy,   and  my  tongue 
 
 Shall  thofe  fweet  wonders  teli, 
 How  by  thy  grace  my  finking  foul 
 Rofe  from  the  deeps  of  hell. 
 
 PSALM     LXXXVII.     Long  Metre.  . 
 The  church  the  birthplace  of  the  faints  ;  or,'  Jews  and  Gen- 
 tiles united  in  the  Ckfifiian  church. 
 
 1  f~^  OD  in  his  earthly  temple  lays 
 
 vJ  Foundation  for  his  heav'nly  praife; 
 He  lik'd  the  tents  of  Jacob  well,' 
 But  ftill  in  Zion  loves  to  dwell. 
 
 2  His  mercy  vifits  every  houfe 
 
 That  pay  their  night  and  morning  vows;. 
 But  makes  a  more  delightful  flay, 
 Wbf  re  churches  meet  to  praife  and  piay 
 F 
 
164  MAIMS, 
 
 3  What  glories  were  defcrib'd  of  old! 
 What  wonders  are  in  Zion  told  ! 
 Thou  city  of  our  God  below, 
 
 Thy  fame  (hall  Tyre  and  Egypt  know. 
 
 4  Egypt  and  Tyre,  and  Greek  and,  Jew^ 
 Shall  there  begin  their  lives  anew  : 
 Angels  and  men  fhall  join  to  nng 
 The  hill  where  living  waters  fpring. 
 
 5  When  God  makes  up  his  iafl  account 
 Of  natives  in  his  holy  mount, 
 'Twill  be  an  honour  to  appcav 
 
 As  one  new-born  and  nouriih'd  there. 
 
 PSALM    LXXXVIII.     As  the  1 1 3th. 
 
 Long  Metre. 
 Lqfi  of  friends,  and  abjure  cj  divine  grace. 
 i    f~~\  GOD  of  my  falvation,  hear 
 
 V^/  My  nightly  groan,  my  daily  prayer, 
 That  itiU  employ  my  wafting  breath  ; 
 foul,   declining  ro  the  grave, 
 Implores  thy  fov'reign  pow'r  to  fave 
 
 From  dark  defpair  and  lafting  death. 
 
 2  Thy  wrath  lies  heavy  on  my  foul, 
 And  waves  of  forrows  o'er  me  roll, 
 
 While  duft  and  filence  fpread  the  gloom : 
 M  y  friends  belov'd  in  happier  days, 
 The  dear  companions  qf  my  ways, 
 
 Defcend  around  me  to  the  tomb. 
 
 3  As  loft  in  lonely  grief  I  tread 
 
 The  mournful  manuons  of  the  dead, 
 
 Or  to  fome  throng'd  affembly  go  ; 
 Though  all  alike  I  rove  alone, 
 "While,  here  forgotten  there  unknown, 
 The  change  renews  my  piercing  woe. 
 
 4  And  why  wili  God  neglect  my  call  ? 
 Or  who  fhall  profit  by  my  fall, 
 
 When  life  departs  and  love  expires  ? 
 Can  duft  and  darknefs  praife  the  Lord  ? 
 Or  wake,  or  brighten  at  his/vord, 
 
 And  tune  the  har^  with  heavenly  quires  ? 
 
t    S    A    L    M    5.  165 
 
 I  Yet,  thro'  each  melancholy  day, 
 I've  pray'd  to  thee,  -and  mil  will  pray, 
 
 Imploring  dill  thy  kind  return — 
 But  oh!  my  friends,  my  comforts,  fled, 
 And  all  my  kindred  of  the  dead 
 
 Recall  my  wandering  thoughts  to  mourn. 
 
 PSAL  M  LXXXIX.    Firft  part.    Long  Metre, 
 The  covenant  made  with  Chrifi  ;  or,  thx  true  David. 
 1   T^OREVER.  (hall  my  fong  record 
 1    V   .  '    I  mer  ;y  of  the  Lord ; 
 
 td  truth  forev::  Hand, 
 Like  h  ;av'n,  effeblifh'd  by  his  hand> 
 
 c  Thus  to  brs  fon  he  fware  and  faid, 
 <:  \V:  covenant  fiiil  is  made  | 
 
 <:  In  thee  mall  dying  Tinners  live; 
 ';  Glory  and  grace  are  thine  to.  give. 
 
 3  ::  Be  thou  my  prophet,  thou  my  Briefly 
 ':  Thy  children  fhall  be  ever  blefs'd  ; 
 
 ';  Thou  art  my  chofen  king,  thy  throne 
 ' :  Shall  fhrnd  sternal  like  my  own. 
 
 4  "  There's  none  of  all  my  fons  above 
 •     "  So  much  my  image  or  my  love ; 
 
 ««  Celeftial  powers  thy  fubjefts  are, 
 
 "  Then  what  can  earth  to  thee  compare  ? 
 
 5  "  David,  my  fervant,  whom  I  chofe, 
 
 ;:  To  guard  my  flack,  to  cruih  my  foes  ; 
 ''■  And  rais'd  him  to  the  Jewifh  throne, 
 <!  Was  but  a  fnadow  of  my  fori." 
 
 6  Now  let  the  church  rejoice  and  ring 
 Jefus  her  Saviour,  and  her  King  ; 
 Angels  his  heavenly  wonders  fhow, 
 And  faints  declare  his  works  below. 
 
 PSAL  M  LXXXIX.    Firft  part.    Common  Metre. 
 
 The  faiihfulmfs  of  God. 
 1  ~\  /TY  never-ceafing  fong  fhall  fhow 
 XVX  The  mercies  of  the  Lord ; 
 And  make  fucceeding  ages  know 
 How  faithful  is  his  word. 
 
l66  PSALMS, 
 
 2  The  facred  truths  his  lips  pronounce 
 
 Shall  firm  as  heaven  endure; 
 And  if  he  fpeak  a  promife  once, 
 Th'  eternal  grace  is  lure. 
 
 3  How  long  the  race  of  David  held 
 
 The  promis'd  Jewilh  throne  ! 
 But  there's  a  nobler  cov'nant  feal'd 
 To  David's  greater  fon. 
 
 4  Hi?  feed  forever  fhall  poffefs 
 
 A  throne  above  the  fkies  ; 
 The  meanelt  fubje6l  of  his  grace 
 Shall  to  that  glory  rife. 
 
 5  Lord  God  oi  hofts  !  thy  wondrous  ways 
 
 Are  fung  by  faints  above ; 
 And  faints  on  earth  their  honours  raife 
 To  i.hy  unchanging  love. 
 
 PSALM   LXXXIX.    ver,    7,  &c.   Second  Part. 
 Common  Metre. 
 
 The  po-xer  and  ?najejly  of  God  ;  or,  reverential  xxorfhifc. 
 
 1  T  X  7ITH  rev'rence  let  the  faints  appear, 
 
 VV     And  bow  before  the  Lord  ; 
 His  high  commands  with  rev'rence  hear, 
 And  tremble  at  his  word. 
 
 2  How  teirible  thy  glories  rife  i 
 
 How  bright  thine  armies  fhine! 
 
 Where  is  the  power  with  thee  that  vies, 
 
 Or  truth  compar'd  with  thine  ? 
 
 3  The  northern  pole  and  fouthern  reit 
 
 On  thy  fupporting  hand  ; 
 Darknefs  and  day  from  eaft  to  weft. 
 Move  round  at  thy  command. 
 
 4.  Thy  word  the  raging  winds  controul, 
 And  rule  the  boifterous  deep; 
 Thou  mak'ft  the  fleeping  billows  roll, 
 The  rolling  billows  fkep. 
 5  Heaven,  earth,  and  air,  and  fea  are  thine, 
 And  the  dark  world  of  hell ; 
 They  faw  thine  arm  in  vengeance  fhine 
 When  Egypt  durft  rebel. 
 
PSALMS.  167 
 
 6  Juftice  and  judgment  are  thy  throne, 
 Yet  wondrous  is  thy  grace ! 
 While  truth  and  mercy  join'd  in  one, 
 Inviie  us  near  thy  face. 
 
 PSALM    LXXXIX.  ver.  15,  Be.    Third  part, 
 Common  Metre. 
 A  blejfed  gofpeL 
 
 1  T)LESS'D  are  the  fouls  who  hear  and  know 
 J3  The  gofpel's  joyful  found  ! 
 
 Peace  fhall  attend  the  path  they  go, 
 And  light  their  fteps  furround. 
 
 2  Their  joy  fhall  bear  their  fpirits  up 
 
 Thro'  their  Redeemer's  name  ; 
 His  righteoufnefs  exalts  their  hope, 
 And  fills  their  foes  with  fhame. 
 
 3  The  Lord,  our  glory  and  defence, 
 
 Strength  and  falvation  gives  ; 
 Jfrael,  thy  king  forever  reigns  ; 
 Thy  God  forever  lives. 
 
 PSALM   LXXXIX.    ver.  ig,  &c.    Fourth  part. 
 
 Common  Metre. 
 Ckrijl's  mediatorial  kingdom  ;  or,  his  divine  and  huinan 
 nature. 
 
 1  T  TEAR  what  the  Lord  in  vifion  faid, 
 JL  A  And  made  his  mercies  known  ; 
 
 "  Sinners,  behold  !  your  help  is  laid 
 "  On  ray  almighty  fen. 
 
 2  il  Behold  the  man  my  wifdom  chofe 
 
 "  Among  your  mortal  race  ; 
 "  His  head  my  holy  oil  o'erflows, 
 "  With  full  fupplies  of  grace. 
 
 3  "  High  fhall  he  reign  on  David's  throne, 
 
 "  My  people's  better  king; 
 "  My  arm  fhall  beat  his  rivals  down, 
 "  And  hull  new  fubjefts  bring. 
 
 4  "  My  truth  fhall  guard  him  in  his  way, 
 
 "  With  mercy  by  his  fide  ; 
 "  While  in  my  name,  o'er  earth  and  fea, 
 "  He  fhall  in  tiiwrnph  ride. 
 
*"  F    S    A    L    M    S. 
 
 i  "  Me  for  his  father  and  his  God 
 ':  He  mall  forever  own  ; 
 "  Call  hie  his  rock,  his  high  abode, 
 "  And  I'll  fupport  ray  fon. 
 
 6  -:  My  firft-born  fon,  array'd  in  grace 
 
 "  At  my  right  hand  fhall  Gt, 
 "  Beneath  him  angels  know  their  place, 
 "  And  monarchs  at  his  feet, 
 
 7  "  My  covenant  fiends  forever  faft, 
 
 Si  My  promifes  are  firong  ; 
 "  Firm  as  the  heavens  his  throne  fhall  laft, 
 '•  His  feed  endure  as  long.'1 
 
 PSALM   LXXXIX.   ver.  30,  &c.    Fifth  part. 
 
 Common  Metre. 
 The  covenant  of  gi  ace  unchangfalle  ;  or,  ajjliclm  zdih- 
 ciil  racclion. 
 1  "  "T7ET,"  faith  the  Lord,  «  if  David's  race, 
 X     "  The  children  of  my  fon, 
 "  Should  break  my  laws,  abufe  my  grace, 
 "  And  tempt  mine  anger  down. 
 i  "  Their  fins  I'll  vifit  with  the  rod, 
 <•'-  And  make  their  folly  fmart  ; 
 "  But  I'll  not  ceafe  to  be  their  God, 
 "  Nor  from  my  truth  depart. 
 
 j."  My  covenant  I  will  ne'er  revoke, 
 "  But  keep  my  grace  in  mind  ; 
 "  And  what  my  love  eternal  fpoke, 
 "  Eternal  truth  fhall  bind. 
 ^  «  Once  have  I  fworn  (I  need  no  more) 
 "  And  pledg'd  my  holinefs, 
 «  To  feal  th:  facred-promife  fure 
 "  To  David  and  his  race. 
 ;  «  The  fun  fhall  fee  his  offspring  rife, 
 "  And  fpread  fro>*  fca  to  fea, 
 '■'•  Long  as  he  travels  round  the  fkies 
 '-  To  give  the  nations  day. 
 
 i  ;:  Sure  as  the  moon  that  rules  the  night 
 "  His  kingdom  fliall  endure, 
 »  'Till  the  fix'd  laws  of  fhade  and  : 
 "  Shall  be  obferv'd  no  more." 
 
?  s   A   L   ::   B.  i6§ 
 
 ?  S  A  L  M     LXXXIX.  ver.  47,  £&    Sixth  part. 
 Long  Metre. 
 Mortality  and  hope. 
 A  Funeral    Pfalrrr. 
 iT>  EMEMBER,  Lord,  our  mortal  ftate, 
 J\.     How  frail  our  life,  how  fliort  our  date ! 
 Where  is  the  man  that  draws  his  breath 
 Safe  from  difeafe,  fecure  from  death. 
 2  Lord,  while  we  fee  whole  nations  die, 
 Our  flefh  and  ftrength  repine  and  cry, 
 «*  Muft  death  forever  rags  and  reign  ! 
 «  Or  haft  thou  made  mankind  in  vain  ? 
 2  "  Where  is  thy  promife  to  thejuil? 
 "  Are  not  thy  fervants-  turn'd  to  dull  ?" 
 But  faith  forbids  thefe  mournful  fighs, 
 And  fees  the  fleeping  duft  arile. 
 4  That  glorious  hour,  that  dreadful  day, 
 Wipes  the  reproach  of  faints  away 
 And  clears  the  honour  of  thy  word : 
 Awake,  our  fouls,  and  blefs  the  Lord. 
 
 P  S  A  L  M    LXXXIX.  ver.    47,   Be.  Laft  part. 
 As  the  113th  Pfalm. 
 Life,  death,  and  the  refitrrtSion. 
 x  HPHINK,  mighty  God,  on  feeble  man, 
 X  How  few  his  hours,  how  fhort  his  fpari  ! 
 Short  from  the  cradle  to  the  grave  ; 
 Who  can  fecure  his  vital  breath 
 Againft  the  bold  demands  of  death, 
 
 With  flcill  to  fly,  or  pow'r  to  fave  ? 
 
 *  Lord,  (hall  it  be  forever  faid, 
 *'  The  race  of  man  was  only  made 
 
 "  For  ficknefs,  forro'w  and  the  duft  ?" 
 Are  not  thy  fervants  day  by  day 
 Sent  to  their  graves  and  turn'd  to  clay  ? 
 
 Lord,,where's  thy  kindnefs  to  the  juif.  ? 
 3  Haft  thou  not  promif-'d  to  thy  fon, 
 And  all  his  feed,  a  heavenly  crown  ? 
 
 But  flefh  and  fen.fe  indulge  defpair  ; 
 Forever  bleffed  be  the  Lord, 
 That  faith  csn  read  his  holy  word, 
 And  find  a  refurrection  there. 
 
17°  PSALMS. 
 
 4  Forever  bleffed  be  the  Lord, 
 
 Who  gives  his  faints  a  long  reward. 
 
 For  all  their  toil  reproach  and  pain  ; 
 Let  all  below,  and  all  above, 
 Join  to  proclaim  thy  wondrous  love, 
 And  each  repeat  their  loud  Amen. 
 
 PSALM     XC.  Long  Metre, 
 
 Man  mortal,  and  God  eternal. 
 A  mournful  fong  at  a  funeral. 
 
 THRO'  ev'ry  age,  eternal  God, 
 Thou  art  our  reft,  our  fafe  abode  : 
 High  was  thy  throne  e'er  heav'n  was  made. 
 Or  earth  thy  humble  footftool  laid. 
 
 2  Long  hadft  thou  reign'd  ere  time  began, 
 Or  duft  was  fafhion-'d  into  man  : 
 
 And  long  thy  kingdom  fhall  endure 
 When  earth  and  time  fhall  be  no  more, 
 
 3  But  man,  weak  man,  is  born  to  die, 
 Made  up  of  guilt  and  vanity  : 
 
 Thy  dreadful  fentence,  Lord,   was  juft, 
 M  Return  ye  Tinners,  to  your  duft." 
 [4  A  thoufand  of  our  years-  amount 
 Scarce  to  a  day  in  thine  account, 
 Like  yefterday's  departed  light  ; 
 Or  the  laft  watch  of  ending  night.] 
 
 PAUSE. 
 
 5  Death,  like  an  overflowing  ftream, 
 Sweeps  us  away  i  our  life's  a  dream  : 
 An  empty  tale  ;    a  morning  flower, 
 Cut  down  and  wither'd  in  an  hour. 
 
 6  [Our  age  to  feventy  years  is  fet  ; 
 
 How  fhort  the  time !  how  frail  the  flute  ! 
 
 And  if  to  eighty  we  arrive, 
 
 We  rather  hgh,  and  groan  than  live. 
 
 7  But  oh  how  oft  thy  wrath  appears. 
 And  cuts  off  our  expefttd  years  ! 
 Thy  wrath  awakes  our  humble  dread  ! 
 We  fear  the  power  that  flukes  us  dead/1 
 
p    3    A    L     U    3.  17X 
 
 8  Teach  us,  O  Lord !  how  frail  is  man ; 
 Arid  kindly  lengthen  cut  the  fpan, 
 'Till  a  wife  care  of  piety 
 Fit  us  to  die,  and  dwell  with  thee. 
 
 PSALM  XC.  ver,  1—5.  Firft  part.  Common  Metre* 
 
 Man  frail,  and  God  eternal. 
 
 1  /'~\LTR  God,  our  help  in  ages  paft, 
 V^/  Our  hope  for  years,  to  come, 
 Our  fheker  from  the  ftormy  blaft, 
 
 And  our  eternal  home. 
 
 2  Beneath  the  fhadow  of  thy  throne 
 
 Thy  faints-have  dwelt  fecure  ; 
 Sufficient  is  thine  arm  alone, 
 And  my  defence  is  lure. 
 
 3  Before  the  hills  in  order  flood, 
 
 <  Or  earth  receiv'd  her  frame, 
 
 From  everlafting-  thou  art  God, 
 To  endlefs  years  the  fame. 
 
 4  Thy  word  commands  our  flefh  to  duf1:, 
 
 "  Return,  ye  fons  of  men  ;'* 
 All  nations  rofe  from  earth  at  firft. 
 And  turn  to  earth  again. 
 
 5  A  thoufand  ages  in  thy  fight 
 
 Are  like  an  evening  gone  ; 
 Short  as  the  watch  that  ends  the  night 
 Before  the  rifing  dawn. 
 
 [6  The  bufy  tribes  of  flefh  and  blood, 
 With  all  their  lives  and  cares, 
 Are  carried  downwards  by  the  flood) 
 And  loft  in  following  years. 
 j>  Time,  like  an  ever-rolling  ftream, 
 Bears  all  its  fons  away, 
 They  fly,  forgotten,  as  a  dream 
 Dies  at  the  opening  day. 
 S  Like  flowery  fields  the  nations  ftarrd 
 Pleas'd  with  the  morning  light ; 
 The  flowers  beneath  the  mower's  hand 
 Lie  withering  ere  'tis  night.] 
 F  2 
 
172  t      T    S    A    L    U    S. 
 
 9  Our  God,  our  help  in  ages  paft, 
 Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 
 Be  thou  our  guard  while  troubles  lafr, 
 And  our  eternal  home. 
 
 PSALM  XC.  ver.  8,  u,  2,  10,  12.  Second  part. 
 Common  Metre. 
 
 Infirmities  and  mortality  the  effeB  of  fin  ;  or,  life,  old  nee, 
 and  preparation  for  death. 
 
 1  T    ORD,  if  thine  eyes  furvey  our  fault*, 
 l^i  And  juftice  grows  fevere, 
 
 Thy  dreadful  wrath  ex  eeds  our  thoughts. 
 And  burn?  beyond  our  fear. 
 
 2  Thine  anger  turns  our  frame  to  duft  ; 
 
 By  one  offence  to  thee, 
 Adam,  with  all  his  fons,  have  loft 
 
 Their  immortality.  * 
 
 3  Life,   like  a* vain  amufement  flies. 
 
 A  fable  or  a  fong  ; 
 By  fwift  degrees  our  nature  dies, 
 Nor  can  our  joys  be  long. 
 
 is  but  a  few  whofe  days  amount 
 To  threefcore  years  and  ten  : 
 And  all  beyond  that  fhort  account 
 Is  forrow,  toil  and  pain. 
 
 [5  Our  vitals  with  laborious  firife 
 Bear  up  the  crazy  load, 
 And  drag  the.fe  poor  remains  of  life 
 Along  the  tirefome  road.] 
 
 6  Almighty  God  !  reveal  thy  love, 
 And  not  thy  wrath  alone  ; 
 Oh  let  our  fweet  experience  prove 
 The  mercies  of  thy  throne. 
 
 j  Our  fouls  would  learn  the  heaven, 
 T'  improve  the  hours  we  nave, 
 That  we  may  a6fc  the  wifcr  part, 
 .  Aud  live  I 
 
PSALMS.  173 
 
 PSALM  XC.  ver.  13,  &c.  Third  part.  Common  Metre, 
 Breathing  after  Heaven. 
 
 1  Ty   E  T  U  R  N,  O  God   of  love,  return  ; 
 XV  Earth  is  a  tirefome  place ; 
 
 How  long  fhall  we  thy  children  mourn 
 Our  ab fence  from  thy  face  ? 
 
 2  Let  heaven  fucceed  our  painful  years, 
 
 Let  fin  and  forrowxeafe, 
 And  in  proportion  to  our  tears 
 •     So  make  our  joys  increafe. 
 
 3  Thy  wonders  to  thy  fervants  fhew, 
 
 Make  thy  own  work  complete  ; 
 Then  fhall  our  fouls  thy  glory  know, 
 And  own  thy  love  was  great. 
 
 4  Then  fhall  we  fhine  before  thy  throne 
 
 In  all  thy  beauty,  Lord  : 
 And  .the  poor  fervice  we  have  done 
 Meet  a  divine  reward. 
 
 PSALM  XC.    ver.   5,  10,   12.     Short  Metre. 
 The  frailty  andftorinefs  of  life. 
 
 1  T    O  R  D,    what  a  feeble  piece 
 1  J  Is  this  our  mortal  frame  i 
 
 Our  life !  how  poor  a  trifle  'tis, 
 That  fcarce  deferves  the  name  ! 
 
 2  Alas,  the  brittle  clay 
 
 That  built  our  body  firft! 
 And  ev'ry  month,  and  e'v'ry  day, 
 'Tis  mould'ring  back  to  duff. 
 
 3  Our  moments  fly  apace, 
 
 Our  feeble  powers  decay, 
 Swift  as  a  flood  our  hafty  days 
 Are  Iweeping  us  away. 
 
 4  Yet,  if  our  days  muft  fly, 
 
 We'll  keep  their  end  in  fight, 
 _  We'll  fpend  them  all  in  wiidem's  way, 
 And  let  them  fpeed  their  flight.  ' 
 
 5  They'll  waft  us  fooner  o'er 
 
 This  life's  tempefluous  fea  ; 
 Soon  we  fhall  reach  the  peaceful  fhbre 
 Of  blefs'd  eternity," 
 
1/4  PSALMS. 
 
 PSALM  XCI.  ver.   1,-7.  Firft  part.  Long  Metre. 
 
 Safety  in  public  diftafes  and  dangers. 
 1    T  T  E  that  hath  made  his  refuge  God, 
 
 JLl.  Shall  fmd  a  molt  fecure  abode  ; 
 
 Shall  walk  all  day  beneath  his  (hade. 
 
 And  there  at  night  fhall  reft  his  head. 
 
 »  Then  will  I  fay,  "  My  God,  thy  power 
 ':  Shall  be  my  fortrefs  and  my  tower  : 
 "  I  that  am  form'd  of  feeble  duft 
 t;  Make  thine  almighty  arm  my  truft.'r 
 
 3  Thrice  happy  man  !  thy  Maker's  care 
 Shall  keep  thee  from  the  fowler's  fnare; 
 From  Satan's  wiles,  who  (1111  betrays 
 Unguarded  fouls  a  thoufand  ways. 
 
 4  Juft  as  a  hen  protects  her  brood, 
 
 From  birds  of  prey  that  feek  their  blood , 
 The  Lord  his  fauhful  faints  fhall  guaid, 
 And  endlefs  life  be  their  reward. 
 5,  If  burning  beams  of  noon  confpire 
 To  dart  a  peftilental  fiie; 
 God  is  their  life,  his  wings  are  fpread 
 To  fhield  them  with  an  healthful  fhade, 
 
 6  If  vapours  with  malignant  breath 
 
 Rife  thick,  aud  fcatter  midnight  death, 
 ihael  is  fafe;  the  poifon'd  air 
 Grows  pure,  iflfrael's  God  be  there. 
 
 PAUSE, 
 at  though  a  thoufand,  at  thy  fide, 
 Around  thy  path,  ten  thoufand  died, 
 Thy  God  his  chofen  people  faves 
 Amongft  the  dead,  amidit  the  graves. 
 2  So  w'  en  he  font  his  angel  down 
 To  make  his  wrath  in  Egypt  known, 
 And  flew  their  fons,  his  careful  eye 
 Fait  all  the  doors  of  Jacob  by. 
 •   But  if  the  fire,  or  plague,  or  fword, 
 Receive  commiffion  from  the  Lord, 
 To  ftrike  his  fain's  among  the  reft, 
 sk-fcry  P?iius  end  deaihs  arc  bleia'd. 
 
PSALMS.  17£ 
 
 10  The  (word,  the  peftilence,  or  fire 
 Shall  but  fulfil  their  beft  defire; 
 From  fins  and  forrov  s  fet  them  free, 
 And  bring  thy  children,  Lord,  to  thee. 
 
 PSALM   XCT.    ver.    9—16.     Second  part; 
 
 Common  Metre* 
 
 Protection  from  death,  guard  of  angels,  victory,  and 
 
 deliverance. 
 
 1  X7"E  fons  of  men.  a  feeble  race, 
 
 JL     Expcs'd  to  every  fnare, 
 Come,  make  the  Lord  your  dwelling  place, 
 ^nd  try,  and  truft  his  care. 
 
 2  No  ill  fhall  enter  where  you  dwell ; 
 
 Or  if  the  plague  come  nigh, 
 And  fweep  the  wicked  down  to  hell, 
 
 'Twill  raife  the  faints  on  high. 
 $  He'll  give  his  angels  charge  to  keep 
 
 Your  feet  in  all  their  ways  ; 
 To  watch  your  pillow  while  you  fleep, 
 
 And  guard  your  happy  days. 
 
 4  Their  hands  fhall  bear  you,  left  you  fall 
 
 And  dafh  againft  the  Hones ; 
 Are  they  not  fervants  at  his  call, 
 And  fent  t'  attend  his  fons  ? 
 
 3  Adders  and  lions  ye  fhall  tread ; 
 
 The  tempter's  wiles  defeat : 
 
 He  that  hath  bruis'd  the  ferpent's  hea^ 
 
 Puts  him  beneath  your  feet. 
 
 6  "  Becaufe  on  me  they  fet  their  love, 
 "   ril  lave  them,"  faith  the  Lord  ; 
 <J  I'll  bear  their  joyful  fouls  above 
 "  Deftruction  and  the  fword. 
 
 5  «  My  grace  fhall  anfwer  when  they  call, 
 
 "  In  trouble  I'll  be  nigh  ;    " 
 "  My  power  fhall  help  them  when  they  fall, 
 
 "  And  raife  them  when  they  die. 
 S  "  Thofe  that  on  eartrr  my  name  have  known, 
 
 "  I  honour  will  in  heav'n; 
 "  There  my  /alvation  fhall  be  fhown, 
 
 (i  And  endlefs  life  be  giv'n.'3. 
 
■176  PSALMS. 
 
 PSALM     XCII.     Firft  part.    Long  Metre. 
 A  pfihnfor  the  Lord's  day. 
 
 SWEET  is  the  work,  my  God.  my  king, 
 -To  piaife  thy  name,  give  thanks  and  fing. 
 To  fhew  thy   love  by  morning  light, 
 And  talk  of  all  thy  truth  at  night. 
 
 2  Sweet  is  the  day  of  facred  reft, 
 
 No  mortal  care  fhall  feize  my  breaft  ; 
 Oh  may  my  heart  in  tune  be  found, 
 Like  David's  harp  of  folemn  found. 
 
 3  My  heart  fhall  triumph  in  my  Lord,  . 
 And  blefs  his  works,  and  blefs  his  word  ; 
 Thy  works  of  grace,  how  bright  they  mine ! 
 How  deep  thy  counfels  !   how  divine  ! 
 
 4.  Fools  never  raife  their  thoughts  fo  high  ; 
 
 Like  brutes  they  live,  like  brutes  they  die; 
 
 Like  grafs  they  ilouriih,  'till  thy  breath 
 
 .Elaft  them  in  everlafting  death. 
 ^  But  I  fhall  fhare  a  glorious  part, 
 
 When  grace  hath  well  rehn'd  my  heart, 
 
 And  freih  rupplies  of  joy  are  fhed, 
 
 Like  holy  oil,  to  cheer  my  head. 
 
 6  Sin  (my  worft  enemy  before) 
 
 Shall  vex  my  eyes  and  ears  no  more  ; 
 My  inward  foes  (hall  all  be  (lain, 
 Nor  Satan  break  my  peace  again. 
 
 7  Then  mall  I  fee.  and  hear,  and  know, 
 All  I  defir'd,  or  wifh'd  beiow  ; 
 
 And  ev'ry  power  find  fweet  employ 
 In  that  eternal  world  of  joy. 
 
 PSALM    XCII.   ver.  12,  &c.    Second  part. 
 Long  Metre. 
 The  church  is  the  garden  of  God. 
 
 1    T    ORD,  'tis  a  pleafant  thing  to  ftand 
 JL-v  In  gardens  planted  by  thine  hand  ; 
 Let  me  within  thy  courts  be  feen,  • 
 Like  a  young  cedar,  freih  and  green. 
 
PSALMS.  17,5 
 
 2  There  grow  thy  faints  in  faith  and  love, 
 BleiT'd  With  thine  influence  from  above  ; 
 Not  Lebanon,   with  ail  us  trees, 
 Yields  fuch  a  comely  light  as  thefe. 
 
 3  The  plants  of  grace  ihall  ever  live  ; 
 (Nature  decays,  but  grace  rauft  thrive) 
 Time,  that  all  things  eife  impair, 
 
 Still  makes  them  flouriih  itrong  and  fair. 
 .  4  Laden  with  fruits  of  age,  they  fhew 
 The  Lord  is  holy,   juic  and  true ; 
 None  that  attend  his  gates  Ihall  find 
 A  God  unfaithful  or  unkind. 
 
 PSALM   XCill.  Firft  Metre.  Astheiooth  Pfalaa. 
 The  eternal  and  the  fovereign  God. 
 
 1  TEHOVAH  reigns :  he  dwells  in  light, 
 ^J     Girded  with  majeity  and  might : 
 The  world,  created  by  bis  hands, 
 
 Still  on  its  fir  It  foundation  ftands. 
 
 2  But  ere  this  fpacious  world  was  made, 
 _Or  had  its  firft  foundation  laid, 
 
 Thy  throne  eternal  ages  flood, 
 Thyfelf  the  ever  living  God. 
 
 3  Like  floods  the  angry  nations  rife, 
 And  aim  their  rage  agaiaft  the  flcies  ; 
 Vain  floods,   that  aim  their  rage  fo  high  ! 
 At  thy  rebuke  the  billows  die.; 
 
 4  Forever  ihall  thy  throne  endure  ; 
 Thy  promife  ftands  forever  fare  ; 
 
 s     And  everlafting  holinefs 
 *  Becomes  the  dwellings  of  thy  grace. 
 
 PSALM  XCIII.  Second  Metre.  As  the  old  50th  Pfalrs. 
 
 1  r~T^HE  Lord  of  glory  reigns,  he  reigns  on  high'; 
 JL  ^His  robes  of  ftate  are  ftrength  and  majeily  ; 
 This  wide  creation  rofe  at  his  command, 
 Built  by  his  word,  eftablifb'd  by  his  hand, 
 Long  fiood  his  throne  ere  he  began  creation, 
 And  his  own  Godhead  is  the  firm  foundation, 
 
,o  PSALMS. 
 
 2  God  is  th'  eternal  king ;  thy  foes  in  vain 
 Raifc  their  rebellions  to  confound  thy  reign  ; 
 In  vain  the  ftorms,  in  vain  the  floods  aiife. 
 And  roar,  and  tofs  their  waves  agaiuit  the  flues  ; 
 Foaming  at  heav'n,  they  rage  wLh  wild  commotiofl, 
 But  heav'n's  high  arches  fcorn  the  fwelling  ocean. 
 
 3  Ye  tempefts,  rage  no  more  ;  ye  floods,  be  ftill, 
 And  thou,  mad  world,  fubmiffive  to  his  will : 
 Built  on  his  truth  his  church  muft  ever  ftand  ; 
 Firm  are  his  promifes,  and  ftrong  his  hand  : 
 See  his  own  fons,  when  they  appear  before  him, 
 Bow  at  his  footftool,  and  with  fear  adore  him. 
 
 PSALM  XCIII.  Third  Metre.  As  the  old  i22d  Pfalm. 
 
 1  r  I  ''HE  Lord  Jehovah  reigns, 
 
 X     And  royal  ftate  maintains, 
 His  head  with  awful  glories  crown'd  ; 
 
 Array'd  in  robes  of  light, 
 
 Begirt  with  fov'reign  might, 
 And  rays  of  majefty  around. 
 
 2  Upheld  Ijtfjpthy  commands 
 The  world  fecurely  Hands, 
 
 And  flues  and  rears  obey  thy  word  ; 
 ^"hy  throne  was  fixt  on  high 
 Ere  ftars  adorn'd  the  fky  ; 
 Eternal  is  thy  kingdom,  Lord. 
 
 3  In  vain  the  noify  croud, 
 Like  billows  fierce  and  loud, 
 
 Againft  thine  empire  rage  and  roar ; 
 
 In  vain  with  angry  fpite 
 
 The  fiirly  nations  fight, 
 And  dafh  like  waves  againft  the  more. 
 
 4  Let  floods  and  nations  rage, 
 And  all  their  power  engage, 
 
 Let  fwelling  tides  affault  the  fky  ; 
 
 The  terrors  of  thy  frown 
 
 Sail  beat  their  madnefs  down  ; 
 Thy  throne  forever  ftands  on  high. 
 
 5  Thv  promifes  are  true, 
 Thy  grace  is  ever  new, 
 
 There  fix'd  thy  church  fhall  ne'er  remove ; 
 
PSALMS.'  179 
 
 Thy  faints  with  holy  fear 
 Shall  in  thy  courts  appear, 
 And  iing  thine  everiafting  love. 
 
 Re-peat  the  Jcurth  fianza  to  complete  the  tune. 
 
 PSALM  XCIV.  ver.   i:   2,  7—14.    Firft  part. 
 
 Common  Metre. 
 Saints  chaftifed,  and  Jinners  deflroyed  ;  or,  injiruciive 
 ajfiiclwns. 
 1   S~^\  GOD!  to  whom  revenge  belongs, 
 V^/  Proclaim  thy  wrath  aloud  ; 
 Let  fov'reign  power  redrefs  our  wrongs  ; 
 Let  juftice  fmite  the  proud. 
 
 £  They  fay,  "  The  Lord  nor  fees  nor  hears-/* 
 When  will  the  vain  be  wife  ? 
 Can  he  be  deaf,  who  form'd  their  ears  ? 
 Or  blind,  who  made  their  eyes  ? 
 
 3  He  knows  their  impious  thoughts  are  vain, 
 
 And  they  fhall  feel  his  power ; 
 His  wrath  fhall  pierce  tneir  fouls  with  pain, 
 In  fome  furprizing  hour. 
 
 4  But,  if  thy  faints  deferve  rebuke, 
 
 Thou  haft  a  gentler  rod  ; 
 Thy  providence,  thy  facred  book, 
 
 Shall  make  them  know  their  God, 
 
 5  Bleft  is  the  man  thy  hands  chaftife, 
 
 And  to  his  duty  draw  ; 
 Thy  fcourges  make  thy  children  wife, 
 
 When  they  forget  thy  law. 
 S  But  God  will  ne'er  caft  off  his  faints, 
 
 Nor  his  own  promife  break ; 
 He  pardons  his  inheritance, 
 
 For  their  redeemer's  fake. 
 
 P  S~A  L  M    XCIV.  ver.   16—23.    Second  part, 
 Common  Metre. 
 God  ourfupport  and  comfort ;  or,  deliverance from  tempta- 
 tion and  perfection. 
 1  "\  X  7HO  will  arife  and  plead  my  right 
 V  V     Againft  my  num'rous  foes  ? 
 While  earth  and  hell  their  force  unite, 
 And  all  my  hopes  oppofe, 
 
lo3  P    S    A    L    M    S. 
 
 a  Had  not  the  Lord,  my  rock,  my  he!]?, 
 Suftain'd  my  fainting  hesd. 
 My  life  had  now  in  filence  dwelt, 
 foul  amongft  the  d 
 
 3  "  Alas!  my  Aiding  feet! '*   I  cry'd, 
 
 Thy  promife  bore  me  up  ; 
 Thy  grace  flood  cenftant  by  my  fide, 
 And  rais'd  my  finking  hope. 
 
 4  While  mvltitudes  of  mournful  thought* 
 
 Within  my  boforn  roll, 
 Thy  bound  lefs  love  forgives  my  faults, 
 
 Thy  comforts  cheer  my  foul. 
 $   Pow'rs  of  iniquity  m.ay  rife, 
 
 And  frame  pernicious  laws  ; 
 But  God  my  refuge  rules  the  ikies, 
 
 He  will  defend  my  caufe. 
 
 6  Let  malice  vent  her  rage  aloud, 
 Let  bold  blafphemers  feoff; 
 The  Lord  our  God  fhall  judge  the  proud. 
 And  cut  the  finaers  off. 
 
 P  S  A  L  M    XCV.    Common  Metre. 
 
 A  fjalm  before  prayer. 
 
 i     Q  IXG  to  the  Lord  Jehovah's  name, 
 O  And  in  his  ftrength  rejoice  ; 
 When  his  falvation  is  our  theme, 
 Exalted  be  our  voice. 
 2   With  thanks  approach  his  awful  fight, 
 And  pfalms  of  honour  fmg  ; 
 The  Lord's  a  God  of  boundlefs  might, 
 The  whole  creation's  king. 
 
 2  Let  princes  hear,  let  angels  know, 
 How  mean  their  natures  feem, 
 Thofe  Gods  on  high,  and  Gods  below, 
 .   When  once  compar'd  with  him. 
 4  Earth,  with  its  caverns  dark  and  deep, 
 Lies  in  his  fpacious  hand  ; 
 He  hx'd  the  feus  what  bounds  to  keep, 
 And  where  the  hills  mult  {tend. 
 
F    S    A     L     M     £. 
 
 5  Come,  and  with  humble  fouls  adore, 
 
 Come,  kneel  before  his  face, 
 Oh  may  the  creatures  of  his  power 
 Be  children  of  his  orace. 
 
 6  Now  is  the  time,  he  bends  his  ear, 
 
 And  waits  for  your  requeft; 
 
 |      Come,  left  he  rouze  his  wrath,  and  fwear, 
 
 "  Ye  ihail  not  fee  my  reft." 
 
 PSALM    XCV.     Short  Metre, 
 
 Apfulni  before  fcrm<m. 
 
 i    f^O  M  E,  found  his  praife  abroad, 
 \w-/   And  hymns  of  glory  fmg  ; 
 Jehovah  is  the  fov'reign  God, 
 The  ux.iverfal  king. 
 
 2  He  form'd  the  deeps  unknown  ; 
 
 'He  gave  the  Teas  their  bound  ; 
 The  wat'ry  worlds  are  all  his  own. 
 And  all  the  folid  ground. 
 
 3  Come,  worfhip  at  his  throne. 
 
 Come,  bow  before  the  Lord  ; 
 We  are  his  works,  and  not  our  own  ; 
 He  form'd  us  by  his  word. 
 
 4  To  day  attend  his  voice, 
 
 Nor  dare  provoke  his  rod ', 
 Come,  like  the  people  of  his  choice. 
 And  own  your  gracious  God. 
 g  But  if  your  ears  refufe 
 
 The  language  oi  his  grace, 
 And  hearts  grow  hard,  likeftabborn  Jt\\6y 
 That  unbelieving  race — 
 
 6  The  Lord,  in  vengeance  drefs'd, 
 
 Will  lift  his  hand  and  fwear, 
 "  You  that  defpife  my  promis'd  reft, 
 ';  Shall  have  no  portion  there,'1 
 
1?2  PSALMS. 
 
 PSALM  XCV.  vsr.   t,  2.  3..  6;— 11.     Long  Metre. 
 
 Canaan  hi  through  unbelief;   or,   -4  warning  to  delaying 
 j:  ners. 
 
 1  pOJ'L.  let  your  voices  j<::n  to  raife 
 V-x    A  facred  fong  ot  folemn  praife : 
 God  is  a  fov'reign  King;  rehearfe 
 
 His  honour  in  exalted  verfe. 
 
 2  Come,  let  our   ouls  addrefs  the  Lord, 
 Who  fram'd  our  natures  with  his  word, 
 He  is  our  ihepherd  ;  we  the  fheep 
 
 His  mercy  chofe,  nis  paftures  keep. 
 
 3  Come,  lei  us  hear  his  voice  to-day, 
 The  courucls  of  his  love  obey, 
 Nor  let  our  hardened  hearts  renew 
 The  fins  and  plagues  that  Ifrael  knew. 
 
 4  Hrael.  that  faw  his  works  of  grace, 
 Yet  tempt  their  maker  to  his  free ; 
 A  faithlefs  ubelieving  brood, 
 
 That  tir'd  the  patience  of  their  Gcd. 
 
 5  Thus  faith  the  Lord,  "How  falfe  they  prove! 
 •"  Forget  my  power,  abufe  my  love  ; 
 
 "  Since  they  defpife  my  reft..  1  fwear, 
 
 «  Their  feet  fhall  never  enter  there." 
 f_5  Look  back,  my  foul,  with  holy  dread, 
 
 And  view  thofe  ancient  rebels  dead  ; 
 
 Attend  the  offer'd  grace  to-day, 
 
 Nor  lofe  the  bleflings  by  delay 
 .7  Seize  the  kind  promife  while  it  waits, 
 
 And  march  to  Z  ion's  heavenly  gates ; 
 
 Believe,  and  take  the  promis'd  reft  ; 
 
 Obey,  and  be  forever  blefs'd.J 
 
 PSALM  XCVL   ver.  2,10,  &c.     Common  Metre- 
 
 drift's  frft  and  Jecond  coning. 
 
 1    QlNG  to  the  Lord,  ye  diftant  lands, 
 O   Ye  t riles  of  every  tongue  ; 
 His  new  difcover'd  grace  demands; 
 A  new  and  nobler  long. 
 
PSALMS,  13J 
 
 a  Say  to  the  nations,  Jefus  reigns, 
 God's  own   Almighty  Son  ; 
 His  power  the  Jinking  world  (attains, 
 And  grace  furrounds  his  throne. 
 
 3  Letheav'n  proclaim  the  joyful  day, 
 Joy  through  the  earth  be  feen  : 
 Let  cities  Chine  in  bright  array, 
 And  fislds  in  cheerful  gr^en. 
 
 4.  The  joyous  earth,  the  bending  fkies 
 His  glorious   rain  difplay  ; 
 Ye  mountains  fmk,  ye  valleys  rife. 
 Prepare  the  Lord  his  way. 
 
 5  Behold  he  comes,  he  comes  to  blefs 
 
 The  nations  as  then  God  ; 
 
 To  fhew  the  world  h;s  rightroufnefs, 
 
 And  fend  his  truth  abroad. 
 
 6  His  voice  mail  raife  the  flumbeiing  dead, 
 
 ~"  And  bid  the  world  draw  near  ; 
 But  how  will  guilty  nations  dread 
 To  fee  their  judge  appear! 
 
 PSALM     XCVII.     As  the  113th  Pfalm. 
 The  God  of  the  Gentiles. 
 1    T    ET  all  the  earth  their  voices  raife, 
 X-i  -To  fing  the  choiceft  pfalm  of  praife, 
 
 To  fing  and  blefs   Jehovah's  name  : 
 His  glory  let  the  heathens  know, 
 His  wonders  to  the  nations  fhow, 
 
 And  all  his  faving  works  proclaim, 
 *  The  heathens  know  thy  glory,  Lord  ! 
 The  wond'ring  nations  read  thy  word! 
 
 But  Here  Jehovah's  name  is  known  ; 
 Nor  fhail  our  worfhip  e'er  be  paid 
 To  gods  which  mortal  hands  have  made  ; 
 Our  Maker  is  our  God  alone. 
 3  He  fram'd  the  globe,  he  built  the  fky, 
 He  made 'the  fhining  worlds  on  high, 
 
 And  reigns  complete  in  glory  there  ;     " 
 His  beams  are  majefty  and  light; 
 His  beauties  how  divinely  bright ! 
 His  temple  how  divinely  fair  1 
 
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 4  Come  the  great  day,  the  glorious  hour, 
 When  earth  fhall  feel  his  faving  pow'r, 
 
 And  barb'rous  nations  fear  his  name  : 
 Then  lhall  the  race  of  men  confefs 
 The 
 
 And  in  his  courts  Lis  grace  prod 
 
 PSALM  XCVII.ver.  i—g.  Firft  par:.  Long  Metre. 
 Cbrifl  n 
 
 i 
 AJL   Praife  !  im  in  - 
 Let  the  v  -  ice, 
 
 And  i 
 
 2  Deep  are  his  coi   .  , 
 
 . 
 
 i]  ground. 
 
 3  In  robes  of  judgment,  lo,  he  cor 
 
 -.  and  cleaves 
 Sre, 
 - 
 memies,  with  fore  difn  ^^h-  Z-  lU 
 
 from  the  fight,  and  fhun  the  day;    I^C^-^ .  /  f 
 en  lift  your  heads    ye  faints,  on  high,    f^-r-t-J 
 And.fing,  for  your  redemption's  ni 
 
 PSALM    XCVIJ.     vcr.  6,— 9.     Second  part. 
 Long  Metre. 
 Ch'ft's  incarnation. 
 1  "TpHE  Lord  is  us  proclaim 
 
 X    His  birth  ;  t]  name; 
 
 An  unknot  •  road 
 
 Of  d  s  to  thjeir  G    - . 
 
 rmies  of  the  .ikies, 
 Go,  worfl       -   ..  -ioui  lies; 
 
 Angel  .  bow, 
 
 and  gods  below. 
 
 3  L<  ground, 
 
 And  their  ■ 
 
 \  ;  :g, 
 
 And  earth  con'\  dne. 
 
PSALMS.  l8j 
 
 P  S  A  L  M     XCVII.  Third  part.  Long  Metre. 
 Gract  and  gloy. 
 
 1  r  |  1H'  Almighty  reigns  exalted  high 
 
 X  O'er  all  ihe  earth,  o'er  all  the  iky  ; 
 Though  clouds  and  darknefs  veil  his  feet, 
 ,His  dwelling  is  the  -merry-feat. 
 
 2  O,  ye  that  love  his  holy  name, 
 Hace  every  work  of  fin  and  ihame  : 
 He  guards  the  fouls  of  all  his  friends,  - 
 And  from  the  fhares  of  i-ell  de&n    s 
 
 3  Immortal  light,  and  joys  unknown, 
 
 Are  for  the  fa::. :s  in  d  •-.     n; 
 
 Thofe  glorious  feeds  fhali  fpring  and  riteS 
 And  the'bri  jht  harteft  blefs  our  eyes. 
 
 4  Rejoice,  ye  righteous,  an"  record 
 -     .  lz  .  :•  i  honours  of  the  I.    rd 
 
 .  None  but  the  foul  that   ee  .  his  grace 
 
 Can  trium    h  ;-      is     jlirie  s. 
 PSALM  XCVII.  ver.  g,  5,  7—11.  Common  Metre, 
 ChrijYs  incarnation  an#  ikt   taji    ..   rment. 
 ar.-i  iU 
 JL-J  Rejo         the  Saviour  reigns  ; 
 His  '.'  like       :.   prepares  his  way, 
 
 And  mountains  melt  to  plains. 
 
 2  His  prefence  finks  the  proudeil  hills, 
 
 And  makes  the  valiies  rife ; 
 The  humble  foul  enjoys  his  imiles, 
 The  haughty  (inner  dies. 
 
 3  The  heavens  his  rightful  power  proclaim  ; 
 
 The  id.pJUgods  around 
 Fill  their  own  worfhippers  with  fhame, 
 And  totter  to  the  ground. 
 
 4  Adoring  angels  at  his  birth  ' 
 
 Make  the  Redeemer  known  ; 
 
 Thus  IKall  he  come  to  judge  the  earth, 
 
 And  angels  guard  his  throne. 
 
 5  His  foes  (hall  tremble  at  his  fight, 
 
 And  hills  and  feas  retire  : 
 His  children  take  their  unknown  flight, 
 And  leave  the  world  in  fire. 
 
ISO  PSALMS. 
 
 6  The  feeds  of  joy  and  glory  fown 
 For  faints  in  darknefs  here, 
 Shall  rife  and  fpring  in  worlds  unknown, 
 And  a  rich  harveft  bear. 
 
 PSALM     XCVII.I.    Firft  parr.     Common  Metre. 
 Praifc  for   the  gofpd. 
 almighty  Maker,   God, 
 
 TO  our 
 New 
 
 honours^  be  addrefs'd 
 His  great  fa  1  vat  ion  fhmes  abroad, 
 And  makes  the  nations  blds'd. 
 
 2  To  Abraham  firil  he  fpoke  "the   word, 
 
 Aifd  taught  his  numerous  race  ; 
 The  Gentiles  own  him  fov'reign  Lord, 
 And  learn  to  truft  his  grace. 
 
 3  Let  the  whole  earth  his  love  proclaim 
 
 With  all  her  din  rent  tongues  ; 
 And  fpread  thc^ionours  of  his  name 
 in  melody  and  fon^s. 
 
 PSALM     XCVIII.  Second  part.  Common  Metre. 
 The  Meffiah's  coming  and  kingdom. 
 
 z     TOY  to  the  world — the  Lord  is  come  ; 
 I     Let  earth  receive  her  King  : 
 Let  ev'ry  heart  prepare  him  room, 
 And  heav'n  and  nature  fmg. 
 C  Joy  to  the  earth,  the  Saviour  reigns  : 
 Let  men  their  longs  employ, 
 While  fields  and  floods,  rocks,  hills  and  plains, 
 Repeat  the  founding  joy. 
 3  No  more  let  fins  and  forrov.  s  grow, 
 Nor  thorns  infeft  the  ground  ; 
 He  comes  to  make  his  bleffings  flow, 
 Far  as  the  curfe  is  found. 
 a  He  rules  the  world  with  truth  and  grace, 
 And  makes  the  nations  prove 
 The  glories  of  his  righteoufnefs, 
 And  wonders  ol  hjs  love. 
 
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 PSALM    XCIX.     Firft  part.     Short  Metre, 
 
 Chriji's  kingdom  and  vtajefy, 
 
 HE  God  Jehovah  reigns, 
 Lee  all  the  nations  fear  ; 
 Let  fmners  tremble  at  his  throne, 
 And  faints  be  humble  there. 
 
 2  Jefus  the  Saviour  reigns 
 
 Let  earth  adore  it's  Lord; 
 
 Bright  cherubs  his  attendants  fland, 
 
 Swift  to  fulfil  his  word. 
 
 3  In  Zion  (lands  his  throne, 
 
 His  honours  are  divine, 
 His  church  fhall  make  his  wonders  known, 
 For  there  his  glories  mine. 
 A.  How  holy  isjhis  name ! 
 
 How  terrible  his  praife ! 
 Juftice,  and  truth,  and  judgment  join 
 In  all  his  works  of  grace. 
 
 PSALM    XCIX.     Second  part.  Short  Metre. 
 A  Holy  God  icorjliipped  with  reverence* 
 1   TpXALT  the  Lord  our  God, 
 Xli  And  worfhip  at  his  feet, 
 His  nature  is  all  hoiinefs, 
 And  mercy  is  his  feat. 
 %  When  Ifrael  was  his  church, 
 
 When  Aaron  was  his  prieft, 
 When  Mofes  cryd,  when  Samuel  pray'd, 
 He  gave  his  people  relL 
 
 3  Oft'  he  forgave  their  fins, 
 
 Nor  would  deftroy  their  race ; 
 And  oft'  he  made  his  vengeance  known, 
 When  they  abus'd  his  grace. 
 
 4  Exalt  the  Lord  our  God, 
 
 Whofe  grace  is  ftill  the  fame ; 
 Still  he's  a  God  of  hoiinefs, 
 And  jealous  for  his  nam©* 
 
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j88  psalms. 
 
 PSALM    C.    Firft  Metre.    A  plain  tranflatioa. 
 Praft  to  our  Creator. 
 
 1  ^VT'E  nations,  round  the  earth,  rejoice 
 
 X     Before  the  Lord,  your  fov'reign  king  : 
 Serve  him  with  cheerful  heart  and  voice, 
 With  all  your  tongues  his  glory  fing. 
 
 2  The  Lord  is  God  :  'tis  he  alone 
 
 Doth  life,  and  breath,  and  being  give; 
 We  are  his  work,  and  not  our  own ; 
 The  fheep  that  en  his  paftures  live. 
 
 3  Enter  his.  gates  with  fongs  of  joy,  . 
 
 With  praifes  to  his  courts  repair ; 
 And  make  it  your  divine  employ 
 
 To  pay  your  thanks  and  honours  there. 
 
 4  The  Lord  is  good,  the  Lord  is  kind; 
 
 Great  is  his  grace,  his  mercy  fure  ; 
 And  the  whole  race  of  man  fhall  find 
 His  truth  from  age  to  age  endure 
 
 PS  A;L  M     C.     Second  Metre.     A  paraphrafe, 
 T>  EFORE  Jehovah's  awful  throne, 
 JO     Ye  nations,  bow  with  facred joy; 
 
 Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  alone — 
 He  can  create,  and  he  deftroy. 
 
 §  His  fov'reign  power  without  our  aid, 
 
 Made  ufe  of  clay,  and  form'd  us  men  i 
 And  when,  like  wandring  fheep  we  ftray'dj 
 He  brought  us  to  his  fold  again. 
 
 3  We  are  his  people,  we  his  care, 
 
 Our  fouls,  and  all  our  mortal  frame: 
 What  lafting  honours  fnall  we  rear, 
 Almighty  Maker,  to  thy  name  ! 
 
 4  We'll  crowd  thy  gates  with  thankful  fongs, 
 
 High  astheheav'n  our  voices  raife  ; 
 And  earth,   with  her  ten  thoufand  tongues, 
 
 Shall  fill  thy  courts  with  founding  praife. 
 
 5  Wide  as  the  worid  is  thy  command 
 
 •Vaft  as  eternity  thy  love  ! — 
 Firm  as  a  rock  thy  truth  muft  ftand, 
 
 When  rolling  years  fhall  ceafe  to  move. 
 
t    S    A    L    M    8, 
 
 PSALM    CI.    Long  Metre. 
 The  magiftratc's  pfalm. 
 i   TV  /TERCY  and  judgment  are  my  fong  ; 
 1V1  And  fince  they  both  to  thee  belong 
 My  gracious  God,  my  righteous  King, 
 To  thee  my  fongs  and  vows  I  bring. 
 
 2  If  I  am  rais'd  to  bear  the  fword, 
 I'll  take  my  counfel  from  thy  word  ; 
 Thy  juftice  and  thy  heavenly  grace 
 Shall  be  the  pattern  of  my  ways. 
 
 3  Let  wifdom  all  my  actions  guide, 
 And  let  my  God  with  me  refide  : 
 
 No  wicked  thing  fhall  dwell  with  me, 
 Which  may  provoke  thy  jealoufy. 
 
 4  No  fons  of  flander,  rage  and  ftrife 
 Shall  be  companions  of  my  life ; 
 The  haughty  look,  the  heart  of  pride 
 Within  my  doors  fhall  ne'er  abide. 
 
 £5  I'll  fearch  the  land,  and  raife  the  juft: 
 To  pofts  of  honour,  -wealth  and  truft : 
 The  men  that  work  thy  holy  will 
 Shall  be  my  friends  and  fav'rites  ftill.] 
 
 6  In  vain  fhall  fmners  hope  to  rife 
 By  flattering  or  malicious  lies  ; 
 Nor,  while  th'  innocent  I  guard, 
 Shall  bold  offenders  e'er  be  fpar'd. 
 
 7  The  impious  crew  (that  factious  band) 
 Shall  hide  their  heads,  or  quit  the  land  ; 
 And  all  that  break  the  public  reft, 
 Where  I  have  power  fhall  be  fuppreft. 
 
 PSALM     CI.   Common  Metre. 
 A  pfalm  for  a  mafler  of  a  family, 
 
 1  (~\F  juftice  and  of  grace.  I  fing, 
 V>/  And  pay  my  God  my  vows, 
 Thy  grace  and  juftice,  heav'nly  King» 
 
 Teach  me  to  rule  my  houfe. 
 
 2  Now  to  my  tent,  O  God,  repair, 
 
 And  make  thy  fervant  wife ; 
 
 I'll  fuffer  nothing  near  me  there 
 
 That  fhall  offend  thine  eyes. 
 
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ige  psalms. 
 
 3  The  man,  that  doth  his  neighbour  wrong 
 
 By  falfchood  or  by  force, 
 The  fcomfu]  eye,  the  flanderous  tongue, 
 I'll  banifh  from  my  doors. 
 
 4  I'll  feek  the  faithful  and  the  juft, 
 
 Arjd  will  their  help  enjoy  ; 
 
 .    Theft  aie  the  friends  that  I  fhall  truft, 
 
 The  fervants  I'll  employ. 
 
 -^  The  wretch,  that  deals  in  fly  deceitj 
 I'll  not  endure  a  night ; 
 The  liar's  tongue  I  ever  hate, 
 And  banifh  from  my  fight. 
 6  I'll  purge  my  family  around, 
 
 And  make  the  wicked  flee  ; 
 So  fhall  my  houfe  be  ever  found 
 A  cwelling  fie  for  thee. 
 
 PSALM     CIL  ver.  1,-13,    20>    81-    Tirftpart. 
 
 Common  Metre. 
 
 A  pra)€r  for  the  ajfliftid. 
 
 1  T  TEAR  me,  O'God,  nor  hidethyfr.ee, 
 Xi    But  anfwer,  left  I  die  : 
 
 Haft  thou  not  built  a  throne  of  grace, 
 To  hear  when  finners  cry  ? 
 
 2  Like  fmoke  my  waftingdays  dtpart, 
 
 When  it  diffohes  in  air. 
 My  flrength  is  dried,  my  broken  heart 
 Is  finking  in  defpair. 
 
 3  My  fpirits  flag,  like  withering  grafs 
 
 Burnt  with  exceffive  heat  : 
 In  fee  let  groans  my  minutes  pafs, 
 And  I  forget  to  cat. 
 
 4  As  on  fome  lonely  building's  top 
 
 The  fparrow  tells  her  moan, 
 Far  from  the  tt  nts  of  joy  and  hope, 
 I  fit  and  grieve  alone. 
 
 5  My  foul  is  like  a  wildernefs, 
 
 Where  beaits  of  midnight  howl  ; 
 Where  the  fad  raven  finds  her  place, 
 And  where  the  leasts  ing  owl. 
 
PSALMS.  l^a 
 
 §  Dark  difmal  thoughts,  and  boding  fears 
 Dwell  in  my  troubled  breaft  ; 
 While  (harp  reproaches  wound  my  ears, 
 Nor  giv  e  my  fpirit  reft. 
 7  My  cup  is  mingled  with  my  woes, 
 And  tears  are  my  repaft ; 
 My  daily  bread,    like  afhes,  grows 
 Unpleafant  to  my  tafte. 
 $  Senfe  can  afford  no  real  joy 
 
 To  fouls  that  feel  thy  frown; 
 Lord,  'twas  thy  hand  advane'd  me  high, 
 Thy  hand  hath  caft  me  down. 
 «  My  looks  like  wither'd  leaves  appear ; 
 And  life's  declining  light 
 Grows  faint,  as  ev'ning  fhadows  are, 
 T  hat  vaniih  into  night. 
 
 so  But  thou  forever  art  the  fame, 
 O  my  eternal  God  ; 
 Ages  to  come  fhall  know  thy  name, 
 And  fpread  thy  works  abroad. 
 
 11  Thou  wilt  arife,  and  {hew  thy  face 
 
 Nor  will  my  Lord   delay, 
 Beyond  th'  appointed  hour  of  grace, 
 That  long  expected  day. 
 
 12  He  h^ais  his  faints,  he  knows  their  cry-— 
 
 And,  by  mvfterious  ways, 
 Redeems  the  prif'ners,  doom'd  to  die, 
 And  fills  their  tongues  with  praife. 
 
 PSALM     CII.     ver,  13, — 21.     Second  part. 
 Common  Metre. 
 Prayer  heard,  aniZ;on  rejlored* 
 %    T    ET  Zion  and  her  fons  rejoice — 
 J—i  Behold  the  promised  hour  : 
 Her  God  hath  heard  her  mourning  voice, 
 And  comes  t'  exalt  his  power. 
 2  Her  dull  and  ruins  that  remain, 
 Are  precious  in  our  eyes  ; 
 Thofe  ruins  fhall  be  built  again, 
 And  all  that  duft  fhalirije. 
 
*92  PSALMS. 
 
 3  TheLerd  will  raife  Jerufa-Iem, 
 
 And  iland  in  glory  there  ; 
 Nations  fhall  bow  before  his  name. 
 And  kings  attend  with  fear. 
 
 4  He  fits  a  fov  'reign  on  his  throne, 
 
 With  pity  in  his  eyes, 
 He  hears  the  dying  pris'ners  groan, 
 
 And  fees  their  fjghs  arife. 
 $  He  frees  the  fouls  condemn'd  to  death, 
 
 And  when  his  faints  complain, 
 It  fha'nt  be  faid,  "  That  praying  breatl* 
 
 "Was  ever  fpent  in  vain." 
 
 6  This  fhall  be  known  when  we  are  dead. 
 And  left  on  long  record  ; 
 That  ages  yet  unborn  may  read, 
 And  truft,  and  praife  the  Lord. 
 
 PSALM    CII.  ver.  23, — 28.  Third  part.  Long  Metre, 
 
 Man's  mortality,  andChri/l's  eternity ;  or,  Saints  die,  but  Chrijl 
 and  the  Church  live. 
 
 1  TT  is  the  Lord  our  Saviour's  hand 
 
 J.  Weakens  our  flrength  amidft  the  race  ; 
 Difeafe  and  death  at  his  command 
 
 Arreft  us,  and  cut  fhort  our  days. 
 
 2  Spare  us,  O  Lord,  aloud  we  pray, 
 
 Nor  let  our  fun  go  down  at  noon ; 
 Thy  years  are  one  eternal  day 
 
 And  muft  shy  children  die  fo  foon  ? 
 
 J  Yet,  in  the  midft  of  death  and  grief, 
 
 This  thought  our  forrow  fhall  affuage ; 
 ,{  Our  Father  and  our  faviour  live  ; 
 
 "  Chrift  is  the  fame  thro'  every  age." 
 4  'Twas  he  this  earth's  foundation  laid  ; 
 
 Heav'n  is  the  building  of  his  hand  ; 
 This  earth  grows  old,  this  heav'ns  fhall  fade, 
 
 And  all  be  chang'd  at  his  command. 
 $  The  ftarry  curtains  of  the  fky 
 
 Like  garments,  fhall  be  laid  afide  ; 
 But  ftill  thy  throne  ftands  firm  and  high  j 
 
 Thy  church  forever  muft  abide. 
 
PSALMS.  *93 
 
 £  Before  thv  face  thy  church  {hall  live  ; 
 
 And 'on  thy  throne  thy  children  reign  ; 
 This  dying  world  mall  they  furvive,  _ 
 And  the  dead  faints  be  rais'd  again. 
 
 PSALM  CIII.  ver.  1—7.  Firftpart.  Long  Metre 
 
 Blefing   Gsd  for  his  goodnefs  to  foul  and  body. 
 
 $   T>LESS,  O  my  foul,  the  living  God, 
 
 J3  Call  home  thy  thoughts  that  rove  abroad, 
 Let  all  the  powers  within  me  join 
 In  work  and  worfhip  fo  divine. 
 
 2  Blefs,  O  my  foul,  the  God  of  grace  ; 
 His  favours  claim  the  higheft  praiie  ; 
 Why  mould  ungrateful  filence  hide 
 
 The  bleffings  which  his  hands  provide  ? 
 
 3  5Tis  he,  my  foul,  that  fent  his  Son 
 
 To  die  for  crimes  which  thou  haft  done  : 
 He  owns  the  ranfom,   and  forgives 
 The  hourly  follies  of  our  lives. 
 
 4  The  vices  of  the  rnind  he  heals, 
 
 And  cures   the  pains  that  nature  feels — 
 
 Redeems  the  foul  from  hell,  and  faves 
 
 Our  wafting  life  from  threat'ning  graves. 
 §  Our  youth  decay'd  his  power  repairs  ; 
 
 His  mercy  crowns  our  growing  years  ; 
 
 He  fills  our  ftore  with  every  good, 
 
 And  feeds  our  fouls  with  heav'nly  food. 
 6  He  fees  th'  opprefter  and  th'  oppreft, 
 
 And  often  gives  the  fuff'rersreft : 
 
 But  will  his  juftice  more  diiplay 
 
 In  the  laft  great  rewarding  day. 
 £7  His  power  he  fhew'd  by  Mofes'  hands, 
 
 And  gave  to  Ifrael  his  commands  ; 
 
 But  fent  his  truth  and   mercy  down 
 
 To  all  the  nations  by  his  Son.] 
 &  Let  the  whole  earth  his  power  confefs — 
 
 Let  the  whole  earth  adore  his  grace  ; 
 
 The  Gentile  with  the  Jew  fhali  join 
 
 In  work  and  worfhip  fo  divine. 
 
i9i  PSALM    $. 
 
 PSALM    CHI.    Second  part.  Long  Metre. 
 God's  gentle  chaftifment ;  or,  His  tender  mercy  to  his 
 people. 
 1      T^HE  Lord,  how  wor.d'rous  are  his  ways  !     - 
 A     How  firm  his  truth  !  how  large  his  grace ! 
 He  takes  his  mercy  for  his  throne, 
 And  thence  he  makes  his  glories  known. 
 
 2  Not  half  fo  high  his  power  hath  fpread 
 ihe  Itarry  heav'as  above  our  head, 
 
 As    his  rich  love  exceeds  our  praife, 
 Exceeds  the  higheft  hopes  we  raife. 
 
 3  Not  half  fo  far  hath  nature  plac'd 
 The  rifing  morning  from  the  weft, 
 As  his  forgiving  grace  removes 
 The  daily  guilt  of  thofe  he  loves. 
 
 4  How  flow  his  awful  wrath  to  rife! 
 On  iwifter  wings  falvation  flies  ; 
 And  if  he  lets  his  anger  burn, 
 How  foon  his  frowns  to  pity  turn  ! 
 
 5  Amidfl  his  wrath  compaffion  fhines  ; 
 His  ltrokcs  are  lighter  than  our  fins  : 
 And,   while  his  rod  corrects  his  faints, 
 Kis  ear  indulges  their  complaints. 
 
 6  So  fathers  their  young  fons  chaftife, 
 With  gentle  hands  and  melting  eyes  ; 
 The  children  weep  beneath  the  finart, 
 And  move  the  pity  of  the  heart. 
 
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 7  The  mighty  God,  the  wife  and juft, 
 Knrws  that  our  fame  is  feeble  dull  J 
 Ai  d  will  no  he  \y  loads  impofe 
 Beyond  the  ltreng  h  mat  he  beftows. 
 
 8  He  knows  how  foon  our  nature  dies, 
 B'afted  by  every  wind  that  hies  ; 
 Like  grafs  we  fpring,  and  die  as  foon, 
 Or  morning  flowers  that  fade  at  noon. 
 
 q  But  his  eternal  love  is  fure 
 
 To  all  the  faints,  and  fhall  endure  ; 
 Prom  age  to  age  his  truih  lhall  reign, 
 Nor  children's  cmidren  hope  in  vain, 
 
t    S    A  X    M    3.  1«5 
 
 PSALM  GUI:  vcr.  1,-— 7.  Firft  part.  Short  Metre. 
 
 Prmfeforfpiritiial  and  temporal  mercies. 
 
 1  /^\H  blefs  the  Lord,   my  foul ! 
 \^_J  Let  all  within  me  join 
 
 And  aid  my  tongue  to  bb  fs  bis  name 
 Whofe  favours  are  divine. 
 
 2  Oh  blefs  the  Lord,   my  foul ! 
 
 Nor  let  his  mercies  lie 
 ForgoL:en  in  unthankfulnefs, 
 And  without  praifes  -die. 
 
 3  'Tis  he  forgives  thy  fins, 
 
 'Tis  he  relieves  thy  pain, 
 'Tis  he  that  heals  thy  ucknefTes, 
 And  makes  thee  young  again, 
 
 4  He  crowns  thy  life  with  love, 
 
 When  ranrom'd  from  the  greve  } 
 Ke  thatredeem'd  my  foul  from  hell 
 Haih  fov're  gn  power  to  fave. 
 ,5  He  fills  the  poor  with  good; 
 
 He  gives  the  fuff  rers  reft  : 
 The  Lord  hath  judgments  for  the  proud 
 And  juftice  for  th'  oppreft. 
 6  His  wondrous  works  and  ways 
 
 He  made  by   Mofes  known  : 
 But  fent  the  world  his  truth  and  grace 
 By  his  beloved  fon. 
 
 PSALM  CUT.  ver.  3,— 18.  Second  part.  Short  Metre/ 
 Abounding  compjjfion  of  God ;  or,  Mery  in  themidjl  of 
 judgment. 
 
 \   Ti  jtX  foul,  repeat  his  praife, 
 1\JL     Whofe  mercies  are  fo  great  J 
 Whofe  anger  is  fo  flow  to  rife. 
 So  ready  to  abate. 
 
 5  God  will  not  always  chide  ; 
 
 And,    when  his  ftrokes  are  felt, 
 His  ftrokes  are  fewer  than  ^ur  crimes*. 
 And  lighter  than  our  guilt* 
 Ha 
 
Jg€  PSALM*, 
 
 3  High  as  the  heav'ns  are  rais'd       , 
 
 Above  the  ground  we  tread, 
 So  far  the  riches  of  his  grace  , 
 
 Our  higheft  thoughts  exceed. 
 
 4  His  power  fubdues  our  fins, 
 
 And  his  forgiving  love  ;  ■ 
 Far  as  the  eaft  is  from  the  weft, 
 Doth  all  our  guilt  remove. 
 
 5  The  pity  of  the  Lord 
 
 To  thofe  that  fear  his  name, 
 
 Is  fuch  as  tender  parents  feel — 
 
 He  knows  our  feeble  frame. 
 
 6  He  knows  we  are  but  dull, 
 
 Scatter'd with  ev'ry  breath: 
 His  anger  like  a  rifing  wind 
 
 Can  fend  us  fwift  to  death, 
 
 7  Our  days  are  as  the  grafs, 
 
 Or  like  the  morning  flow 'r  ? 
 If  one  {harp  blaft  fweep  o'er  the  field. 
 It  withers  in  an  hour. 
 
 8  But  thy  compaflions,    Lord, 
 
 To  endlefs  years  endure  ; 
 And  children's  children  ever  find 
 Thy  words  of  promife  fure. 
 PSALM       CIII.     ver.  19,-22.     Third  part, 
 Short  Metre. 
 
 God's  un  iverfal  domination  ;  or,  Angels  praife  the  Lord, 
 
 1  HPHE  Lord,  the  fov 'reign  king, 
 
 JL     Hath  fix'd  his  throne  on  high, 
 O'er  all  the  heav'nly  world  he  rules, 
 And  all  beneath  the  fky. 
 
 2  Ye  angels,  great  in  might, 
 
 And  fwift  to  do  his  will, 
 Blefs  ye  the  Lord,  whofe  voice  ye  hear, 
 Whole  pleafure  you  fulfil. 
 
 3  Lot  the  bright  hofts,  who  wait 
 
 The  orders  of  their  king, 
 And  guard  his  churches  when  they  pray, 
 Join  in  the  praife  they  fing. 
 
T    S,  A    L    M    S.  *97 
 
 4  While  all  his  wond'rous  works, 
 
 Through  his  vaft  kingdom,   fhew 
 Their  maker's  glory,  thou,  my  foul, 
 Shalt  fing  his  graces  too. 
 
 PSALM     CIV, 
 The  glory  of  God  in  Creation  and  Providence* 
 
 1  TV  /TY   foul,  thy  great  Creator  praife  ; 
 L  /JL  When  cloth'd  in  his  celeftial  rays, 
 He  in  full  majefty  appears, 
 
 And  like  a  robe  his  glory  wears. 
 Note,    This  pfalm  may  be  Jung  to  the  tune  of  the  old  112th 
 or  121th  pfalm,  by  adding  tliefe  two  lines  to  every  Jlan- 
 za — viz. 
 
 "  Great  is  the  Lord  !  what  tongue  can  frame 
 'ii  An  equal  honour  to  his  name  ?" 
 
 Otherwife  itmvfl  befrngasthe  100th  pfilm. 
 
 2  The  heav'ns  are  for  his  curtains  fpread  : 
 Th'  unfathom'd  deep  he  makes  his  bed  ; 
 Clouds  are  his  chariot,  when  he  flies 
 On  winged  dorms  acrofs  the  Ikies. 
 
 3  Angels,  whom  his  own  breath  infpires, 
 His  minifters,  are  flaming  fires  ; 
 
 And  fwift  as  thought  their  armies  move 
 To  bear  his  vengeance  or  his  love. 
 
 4  The  woild's  foundation  by  his  hand 
 Is  pois'd,  and  fhall  forever  ftand  ; 
 He  binds  the  ocean  in  his  chain, 
 Left  it  fhould  drown  the  earth  again. 
 
 £  When  earth  was  cover'd  with  the  flood. 
 Which  high  above  the  mountains  flood, 
 He  thunder'd,  and  the  cceai)  fled, 
 Confin'd  to  its  appointed  bed. 
 
 6  The  fwelling  billows  know  their  bound, 
 And  in  their  channels  walk  their  round  j 
 Refrefhing  firearm,  by  fecret  veins, 
 
 Break  from  the  hills,  and  drench  the  plains* 
 
 7  He  bids  the  chryvtal  fountains  flow, 
 And  cheer  the  valleys  as  they  go  ; 
 There  gentle  herds  their  thiril  allay, 
 And  for  the  dream  wild  affes  bray. 
 
jga  psalms. 
 
 8  From  pleafant  trees,  which  (hade  the  brink* 
 The  lark  and  linnet  light  to  drink; 
 Their  fongs  the  lark  and  linnet  raife 
 And  chide  our  filence  in  his  praife. 
 
 PAUSE  the  firtr. 
 .  9  God,  from  his  cloudy  ciftern,  pours 
 
 On  the  parch'd  earth  enriching  fhow'rs  ; 
 
 The  grove,  the  garden,  and  the  field, 
 
 A  thoufand  joyful  bleflings  yield. 
 i©  He  makes  the  giaffy  food  arife, 
 
 And  gives  .the  cattle  large  fupplies  ; 
 
 With  herbs  for  man,  of  various  power, 
 
 To  nouriih  nature,  or  to  cure, 
 a  i  What  noble  fruit  the  vines  produce! 
 
 The  olive  yields  a  pleafmg  juice  ; 
 
 Our  hearts  are  cheer'd  with  gen'rous  wine, 
 
 His  gifts  proclaim  his  love  divine. 
 t2  His  bounteous  hands  our  table  fpread, 
 
 He  fills  our  cheerful  ftores  with  bread  ; 
 
 While  food  our  vital  ftrength  imparts, 
 
 Let  daiiy  praife  infpire  ourliearts. 
 
 PAUSE    the  fecond. 
 
 <3  Behold  the  ftately  cedar  ftands, 
 Rais'd  in  the  foreft  by  his  hands ; 
 Birds  to  the  boughs  for  (helter  fly, 
 And  build  their  nefts  fecure  on  high. 
 
 ia  To  craggy  hills  afcends  the  goat ; 
 And  at  the  airy  mountain's  foot 
 The  feebler  creatures  make  their  cell — 
 He  gives  them  wifdom  where  to  dwell, 
 
 15  He  fets  the  fun  his  circling  race. 
 Appoints  the  moon  to  change  her  face  : 
 And,  when  thick  darknefs  veils  the  day, 
 Calls  out  wild  bcafts  to  hunt  their  prey. 
 
 16  Fierce  lions  lead  their  young  abroad, 
 And  roaring,  afk  their  meat  from  God 
 Bu-  when  the  morning  beams  arifc. 
 The  favage  beaft  to  covert  flies, 
 
199 
 
 fj  Then  man  to  daily  labour  goes; 
 The  night  was  made  for  his  r»pofe  J 
 Sleep  is  thy  gift,  tnat  fweet  relief 
 From  tirefome  toil  and  wafting  grief. 
 
 18  How  ftrange  thy  works  !  how  great  thy  &iH  ! 
 While  every  land  thy  riches  fill ; 
 
 Thy  wifdom  round  the  world  we  fee, 
 This  fpacious  earth  is  full  of  thee. 
 
 19  Nor  lefs  thy  glories  in  the  deep, 
 Where  fifh  in  millions  fwim  and  ereep, 
 With  wondrous  motions,  fwift  or  flow. 
 Still  wand'nng  in  the  paths  below, 
 
 20  There  fhips  divide  their  wat'ry  way, 
 And  flocks  of  fcalv  monfters  play  ; 
 The  huge  leviathan  rehdes, 
 
 And,  fearlefs,  fports  amid  the  tides. 
 PAUSE  the  third. 
 
 21  Vaft  are  thy  works,  Almighty  Lord, 
 All  nature  refts  upon  thy  word, 
 
 And  the  whole  race  of  creatures  ftands 
 Waiting  theit  portion  from  thy  hands. 
 2  2  While  each  receives  his  diff'rent  food, 
 Their  cheerful  looks  pronounce  it  good  : 
 Eagles  and  bears,  and  whales  and  worms. 
 Rejoice  and  praile  in  diff'rent  forms. 
 
 23  But  when  thou  hid'fi  thy  face  they  mourn, 
 And,    dying,  to  their  duft  return; 
 
 Both  man  and  beaft  their  fouls  refign  ; 
 Life,  breath,  and  fpirit,  all  are  thine. 
 
 24  Yet  thou  carift  breathe  on  duft  again, 
 And  fill  th<^  world  with  beafts  and  men ; 
 A  word  of  thy  creating  breath 
 Repairs  the  waftes  of  time  and  death. 
 
 25  His  works,  the  wonders  of  his  might, 
 Are  honour'd  wi  h  his  own  delight ; 
 How  awful  are  his  glorious  ways  ! 
 The  Lord  is  dreadful  in  his  praife. 
 
 5.S  The  earth  ftands  trembling  at  thy  ftroke, 
 And  at  thy  touch  the  mountains  fmoke  5 
 Yet  humble  fouls  may  fee  thy  face. 
 And  tell  their  wants  to  for' reign  grace. 
 
aoo  PSALMS. 
 
 27  In  thee  my  hopes  and  wifhes  meet, 
 And  make  my  meditations  fweet ; 
 Thv  praifes  fh'all  my  breath  employ 
 'Till  it  expire  in  endlefs  joy. 
 
 28  While  haughty  finners  die  accurft, 
 Their  glory  bury'd  with  their  duft, 
 I  to  my  God,  my  heav'nly  King, 
 Immortal  hallelujahs  ling. 
 
 PSALM   CV.    Abridged.    Common  Metre. 
 God's  conducl  to  Jfrael,  and  the  plagues  of  Egypt. 
 
 1  /^  IVE  thanks  to  God,  invoke  his  name, 
 V_T  And  tell  the  world  his  grace  ; 
 Sound  through  the  earth  his  deeds  of  fame, 
 
 That  all  may  feek  his  face. 
 
 2  His  cov'nant  which  he  kept  in  mind 
 
 For  num'rous  ages  part, 
 To  num'rous  ages  yet  behind 
 In  equal  force  fhall  laft. 
 
 3  He  fware  to  Abra'm  and  his  feed, 
 
 And  made  the  bleffing  fure  : 
 Gentiles  the  antient  promife  read, 
 And  find  his  truth  endure. 
 
 4  "  Thy  feed  fhall  make  all  nations  blefs'd  ; 
 
 (Said  the  Almighty  voice) 
 «  And  Canaan's  land  fhall  be  thy  reft, 
 "  The  type  of  heav'nly  joys." 
 
 [5  How  large  the  grant !  how  rich  the  grace  \ 
 To  give  them  Canaan's  land, 
 When  they  were  ftrangers  in  the  place, 
 A  fmall  and  feeble  band  ! 
 6  Like  pilgrims,  through  the  countries  round, 
 Securely  they  remov'd  ; 
 And  haughty  kings,  that  on  them  frown'd, 
 Severely  he  reprov'd. 
 h  "  Touch  mine  anointed,  and  mine  arm 
 Shall  foon  avenge  the  wrong ! 
 *'  The  man  that  does  my  prophets  harm, 
 ««  Shall  know;  their  God  is  ftrong. 
 
psalms.  a»t 
 
 $  "  Then  let  the  world  forbear  its  rage, 
 /       "  Nor  put  the  church  in  fear; 
 u  Ifrael  muft  live  through  every  age, 
 ",  And  be  th'  Almighty's  care,"J 
 
 PAUSE  the  firft. 
 
 9  When  Pharaoh  dar'd  to  vex  the  faints, 
 
 And  thus  provok'd  their  God, 
 
 Mofes  was  fent  at  their  complaints, 
 
 Arm'd  with  his  dreadful  rod. 
 
 10  He  cail'd  for  darknefs,  darknefs  came 
 
 Like  an  o'erwhelming  flood : 
 He  turn'd  each  lake,  and  ev'ry  ftream 
 To  lakes  and  ftreams  of  blood. 
 
 1 1  He  gave  the  fign,  and  noifome  flies 
 
 Through  the  whole  country  fpread  f 
 And  frogs,  in  baneful  armies  rife 
 About  the  monarch's  bed. 
 
 12  Through  fields,  and  towns,  and  palaces, 
 
 The  tenfold  vengeance  flew  : 
 Locufts  in  fwarms  devour'd  their  trees, 
 And  hail  their  cattle  flew. 
 
 13  Then,  by  an  angel's  midnight  ftroke, 
 
 The  flow'r  of  Egypt  died ; 
 
 The  ftrength  of  ev'ry  houie  he  broke, 
 
 Their  glory  and  their  pride. 
 
 24.  C{  Now  let  the  world  forbear  its  rage, 
 "  Nor  put  the  church  in  fear  ; 
 "  Ifrael  muft  live  through  ev'ry  age, 
 "  And  be  the  Almighty's  care." 
 
 PAUSE  the  fecond. 
 
 15  Thus  were  the  tribes  from  bondage  freed, 
 
 And  left  the  hated  ground  ; 
 Rich  with  Egyptiaa  fpoils  they  fled, 
 Nor  was  was  one  feeble  found. 
 
 16  The  Lord  himfelf  chofe  out  their  way, 
 
 And  mark'd  their  journeys  right, 
 Gave  them  a  leading  cloud  by  day, 
 A  fiery  guide  by  night 
 
202  r    S   A    I    M    S. 
 
 17  They  thirft  ;  nnd  waters  from  the  rock 
 
 In  rich  aVimdance  flow, 
 And  following  Mill  the  courfe  they  took, 
 Ran  all  the  drfert  through. 
 
 18  O  wondrous  ftream  !  O  bleffcd  type. 
 
 Of  ever-flowing   grace  ! 
 So  Cnrift  our  rock  maintains  our  life 
 And  aids  our  wand'ring  race. 
 
 19  Thus  guarded  byth'  Almighty  hand, 
 
 The  chofen  tribes  poffefs'd 
 Canaan  the  rich,  the  promis'd  land, 
 And  there  enjoy'd  their  reft. 
 
 20  "  Then  let  the  world  forbear  its-rage, 
 
 "  The  church  enounce  her  fear; 
 "  Ifrael  muft  live  through  ev'ry  age, 
 "  And  be  the  Almighty's  care." 
 
 PSALM  CVI.  .ver.  1,-5.  Firfl  part.  Long  Metre. 
 Praife  to  Cm  I ;  or.  communication  with  faints. 
 
 i  HPO  God  the  great,  the  ever  blefs'd, 
 J.     Let  fongs  of  honour  be  addrefs'd  ;     . 
 Hisjrtfrcy  brm  for  ever  ftands  ; 
 Giye^hjim  the  thanks  his  love  demands. 
 
 2  Wno  knows  the  wonders  of  thy  ways  ? 
 Who  mall  fulfil  thy  boundlefs  praife  ; 
 Blefs'd  are  the  fouls  that  fear  thee  ltill, 
 And  pay  their  duty  to  thy  will. 
 
 3  Remember  what  thy  mercy  did 
 For  Jacob's  race,  thy  chofen  feed  : 
 Aud  with  the  fame  falvation  blefs 
 The  meaneft  fuppliant  of  thy  grace. 
 
 4  O  may  I  fee  thy  tribes  rejoice, 
 
 And  aid  their  triumphs  with  my  voice! 
 This  is  my  glory,  Lord  to  be 
 Join'd  to  thy  faints  aad  rear  to  fchee. 
 
PSALMS. 
 
 PSALM     CVI.    ver.  7,  8,  12,     14,  43,-48. 
 Second  part.  Short  Metre. 
 
 Ifrael  punifhed  and  pardgn'd  ;   or^God'jutuhangeai^dsec. 
 
 1  /"^»  OD  of  eternal  love, 
 
 VJT     How  fickle  are  our  ways  I 
 
 And  yet  how  oft  did  Ifrael  prove 
 
 Thy  eonftancy  of  grace  ! 
 
 2  They  faw  thy  wonders  wrought, 
 
 And  then  thy  praife  they  fung ; 
 Butfoon  thy  works  of  power  forgot, 
 And  murmur'd  with  their  tocgue. 
 
 3  Now  they  believe  his  word, 
 
 While  rocks  with  rivers  flow; 
 Now  with  their  lulls  provoke  the  Lord, 
 A.id  he  reduc'd  them  low. 
 
 4  Yet  when  they  mourn'd  their  faults, 
 
 He  hearken'd  to  their  groans, 
 Brought  his  own  cov'nantxo  his  thoughts, 
 And  call'd  them  ftill  his  fons, 
 
 £  Their  names  were  in  his  book, 
 
 He  fav;d  them  from  their  foes  j 
 Oft  he  chaftis'd  but  ne'er  forfook 
 The  people  that  he  chofe. 
 
 $  Let  Ifrael  blefsthe  Lord, 
 
 Who  lov'd  their  ancient  race; 
 And  Chrifrians  join  the  folemn  word, 
 Amen  to  all  the  praife, 
 
 PSALM     CVI  I.     Firftpart.     Long  Melrg, 
 
 Ifrael  led  to  Canaan^  and  ckriiVans  to  heaven, 
 1    /"""i  IVE  thanks  to  God,  herngns  above, 
 
 V_T  Kind  are  his  thoughts,  his  name  is  love  J 
 
 His  mercy  ages  p^fthave  known,  - 
 
 And  ages  long  to  come  fhallown. 
 a  Let  the  redeemed  of  the  Lord 
 
 The  wonders  of  his  grace  record; 
 
 Ifrael,  the  nation  wham  he  chofe, 
 
 And  refctt'd  from  their  mighty  foes, 
 
204  PSALMS. 
 
 £3  When  God's  own  arm  their  fetters  broke. 
 And  freed  them  from  th'  Egyptian  yoke, 
 They  trac'd  the  defart,  wand'ring  round 
 A  wild  and  folitary  ground. 
 
 4  There  they  could  find  no  leading  road 
 Nor  city  for  theii  fix'd  abode  : 
 
 Nor  food,  nor  fountain  to  affuage 
 Their  burning  thirft,  or  hunger's  rage.] 
 
 5  In  their  diftrefs  to  God  they  cry'd, 
 God  was  their  Saviour  and  their  guide  ; 
 He  led  their  wand'ring  march  around, 
 .And  brought  their  tribes  to  Canaan's  ground, 
 
 6  Thus,  when  our  firft  releafe  we  gain 
 From  fin's  old  yoke  and  Satan's  chaia 
 We  have  this  defart  world  to  pais, 
 
 A  dang'rous  and  a  tirefome  place. 
 
 j  He  feeds  and  clothes  us  all  the  way, 
 He  guides  our  footfteps  left  we  ftray, 
 He  guards  us  with  a  pow'rful  haad, 
 And  brings  us  to  the  heav'nly  land. 
 
 8  O  let  the  faints  with  joy  record 
 The  truth  and  goodnefs  of  the  Lord! 
 How  great  his  works !  how  kind  his  ways! 
 Let  ev'ry  tongue  pronounce  his  praife.    * 
 
 PSALM    CVII.    Second  part.  Long  Metre, 
 
 Correction  for  fin,  and  releaje  by  prayer* 
 
 1  T?ROM  age  to  age  exalt  his  name 
 
 Jl       God  and  his  grace  are  ftill  the  fame  ; 
 He  fills  the  hungry  foul  with  food, 
 And  feeds  the  poor  with  ev'ry  good. 
 
 2  But  if  their  hearts  rebel,  and  rife 
 Agaiuft  the  God  who  rules  the  fkies, 
 If  they  reject  his  heav'nly  word, 
 And  flight  the  counfels  of  the  Lord, 
 
 3  He'll  bring  their  fpirits  to  the  ground, 
 And  no  deliv'rer  fhall  be  found  ; 
 
 Laden  with  grief,  they  wafte  their  breath 
 In  darknefs,  andthefhades  of  death. 
 
r  &  a   i   m  s.  2« 
 
 4  Then  to  the  Lord  they  raife  their  cries, 
 
 He  makes  the  dawning  light  arife, 
 
 And  fcaiters  all  that  difmal  fhade, 
 
 That  hung  fo  heavy  round  their  head, 
 £  He  euts  the  bars  of  brafs  in  two, 
 
 And  lets  the  fmiling  pris'ners  through  ; 
 
 Takes"  off  the  load  of  guilt  and  grief, 
 
 And  gives  the  lab'ring  foul  relief. 
 
 €  O  may  the  fons  of  men  record 
 
 The  wondrous  goodnefs  of  the  Lord  ! 
 
 How  great  his  works  !  how  kind  his  ways  ! 
 
 Let  every  tongue  pronounce  his  praife. 
 
 PSALM    CVIL  Third  part.    Common  Metre, 
 
 Intemperance  punijhed  and  pardoned  ;  or,  A  pf aim  for 
 the  glutton  and  the  drunkard. 
 
 1  T  TAIN  man  on  foolifh  pleafures  bent, 
 
 V     Prepares  for  his  own  punifhment ; 
 "What  pains,  what  loathfome  maladies. 
 From  luxury  and  luft  arife  ! 
 
 2  The  drunkard  feels  his  vitals  wafte, 
 Yet  drowns  his  health  to  pleafe  his  tafte  % 
 Till  all  his  active  pow'rs   are  loft, 
 
 And  fainting  life  draws  near  the  duft. 
 
 3  The  glutton  groans,  and  lothes  to  eat,     • 
 His  foul  abhors  delicious  meat ; 
 Nature,  with  heavy  loads  oppreft, 
 Would  yield  to  death  to  be  releas'd. 
 
 4  Then  how  the  frighten'd  finners  fly 
 To  God  for  help  with  earneft  cry  ! 
 
 He  hears  their  groans,  prolongs  their  breath, 
 
 And  faves  them  from  approaching  death. 
 j  No  med'cines  could  affect,  the  cure 
 
 So  quick,  fo  eafy,  or  fo  fure  : 
 
 The  deadly  fentence  God  repeals, 
 
 He  fends  his  fov'reign  word  and  heals, 
 6  O  may  the  fons  of  men  record 
 
 The  wondrous  goodnefs  of  the  Lord  / 
 
 And  let  their  thankful  ofFring  prove 
 
 How  they  adore  their  Maker's  love. 
 
2Cfi  PSA     L    M    S. 
 
 PSALM    CVII.  Fourth  part.  Long  Metre, 
 
 Deliverance  /rem  Jlcrms  and  /kipzvrecks  ;    or,    7fe 
 Jeamari's  Jong. 
 
 i  "X  X  70ULD  you  behold  the  works  of  God, 
 V  V     His  wonders  in  the  world  abroad  ? 
 With  the  bold  mariner  furvey 
 The  unknown  regions  of  the  fea. 
 
 2  They  leave  their  native  ftiores  behind, 
 And  feize  the  favour  of  the  wind  ; 
 Till  God  command,  and  tempefts  rife, 
 That  heave  the  ocean  to  the  fkies. 
 
 3  Now  to  the  heav'ns  they  mount  amai^, 
 Now  fink  to  dreadful  deeps  a^a-in  ; 
 What  ftrange  affrights  young  failors  feci, 
 
 .  And  like  a  ftagg'ring  drunkard  reel  ! 
 
 4  When  land  is  far,  and  death  is  nigh, 
 Loit  to  all  hope,  to  God  they  cry  : 
 His  mercy  hears  th'ir  loud  addrefs, 
 And  fends  falvation  in  diilrefs. 
 
 5  He  bids  the  winds  their  wrath  affuage, 
 And  ftormy  tempefts  ceafe  to  rage; 
 Tt;e  gladfome  train  their  fears  give  o'er, 
 And  hail  with  joy  their  native  fhorc. 
 
 6  O  may  the  fons  of  men  record 
 
 The  wondrous  goodnefs  of  the  Lord  ! 
 Let  them  thc.tr  private  ott'rings  bring, 
 And  in  the  church  his  glory  ling. 
 
 PSALM     CVII.  Fourth  vart.  Common  Metre. 
 T/ie  mariner's  ffulm. 
 
 1  fTPKY  works  of  glory,  mi;hty  Lord, 
 
 JL     That  rule  tin  batfteiQUS  fea, 
 The  fons  of  courage  (hall  record, 
 Who  tempt  that  dang'ious  way. 
 
 2  At  thy  commands  the  winds  ari<c, 
 
 And  fwell  I    e  to w; ring  wav  :«  ; 
 The  men",  ailonnl'd,  mount  :r.e  tkies, 
 And  fmk  iu  gaping  gravce. 
 
PSALMS.  2»7 
 
 [3  Again  they  climb  the  wat'ry  hills, 
 And  plunge  in  d  eps  again  ; 
 Each  like  a  tou'ring  drunkard  reels, 
 And  finds  his  courage  vain. 
 
 4  Frighted  to  hear  the  tempeft  roar, 
 
 They  pant -with  fk:ti'ring  breath, 
 And  hopelets  of  the  diftant  fhore, 
 Expect  immediate  deach.j 
 
 §  Then  to  the  Lord  they  raife  their  cries, 
 
 He  hears  the  loud  requeit, 
 
 And  orders  filence  through  the  flues, 
 
 And  lays  the  floods  to  reft. 
 
 6  Sailors  rejoice  to  lofe  their  fears, 
 
 And  fee  the  itorm  allay'd  : 
 Now  to  their  eyes  the  port  appears  ; 
 There  let  their  vows  be  paid. 
 
 7  'Tis  God  that  brings  them  fafe  to  land  ;  . 
 
 Let  ftupid  mortals  know, 
 
 That  waves  are  under  his  command, 
 
 .    Aod  all  the  winds  that  blow. 
 
 §  Oh  that  the  fons  of  men  would  praife 
 
 The  goodntfs  of  the  Lord  ! 
 
 And  thofe  that  fee  thy  wondrous  ways, 
 
 Thy  wondrous  love  record. 
 
 PSALM    CVII.    Laftpart.    Long  Metre. 
 Colonies  planted ;  or,  nations  blcjfed  and piinijhed*    - 
 t  TTTHEN  God,  provok'd  with  daring  crimes, 
 V  V  -  Scourges  the  madnefs  of  the  times, 
 He  turns  their  fields  to  barren  fand, 
 And  drives  the  rivers  from  the  land.      - 
 
 2  His  word  can  raife  the  fprings  again, 
 And  make  the  wither'd  mountains  green, 
 Send  fhow'ry  bleffings  from  tne  fkies, 
 And  harvefts  in  the  defarts  rife. 
 
 £3  Where  nothing  dwelt  but  beafts  of  prey, 
 Or  men  as  fierce  and  wild  as  they, 
 He  bids  th'  opprefi>'d  and  poor  repair, 
 And  builds  them  towns  and  cities  there, 
 
2o8  r  S  A   L    M   s. 
 
 4  They  fow  the  fields,  and  trees  they  plant 
 Whofe  yearly  fruit  fupplies  their  want  : 
 Their  race  grows  up  from  fruitful  Rocks, 
 Their  wealth  increafes  with  their  flocks. 
 
 5  Thus  they  are  blefs'd  ;  but  if  they  fin, 
 He  lets  the  heathen  nations  in  ; 
 
 A  favage  crew  invades  their  lands, 
 Their  princes  die  by  barb'rous  hands. 
 
 6  Their  captive  fens,  expos 'd  to   fcorn, 
 Wander  unpity'd  and  forlorn  : 
 
 The  country  lies  unfenc'd,  untill'd, 
 And  deflblation  fpreads  the  field. 
 
 7  Yet  if  the  humbled  nation  mourns, 
 Again  his  dreadful  hands  he  turns ; 
 Again  he  makes  their  cities  thrive, 
 And  bids  the  dying  churches  live.] 
 
 8  The  righteous,  with  a  joyful  fenfe, 
 Admire  the  works  of  Providence ; 
 And  tongues  of  atheifts  fhall  no  more 
 Blafpheme  the  God  that  faints  adore. 
 
 9  How  few  with  pious  care  record 
 Thefe  wondrous  dealings  of  the  Lord  ! 
 But  wife  obfervers  flill  fhall  find 
 The  Lord  is  holy,  juft  and  kind. 
 
 aw; 
 
 PSALM    CVIII.  Common  Metre, 
 
 A  Jong  of  praife. 
 
 AKE,  my  foul,  to  found  his  praife, 
 
 Awake  my  harp  to  fing; 
 
 Join  all  my  powers  the  fong  to  raife, 
 
 And  morning  incenfe  bring. 
 
 2  Among  the  people  of  his  care, 
 
 And  through  the  nations  round  ; 
 Glad  fongs  of  praife  wall  I  prepare, 
 And  there  his  name  refound. 
 
 3  Be  thou  exalted,  O  my  God, 
 
 Above  the  ftairy  train  ; 
 Diffufe  thy  fheav'nly  grace  abroad, 
 And  teach  the  world  thy  reign. 
 
4  So  fKail  thy  choferi  ions  rejoice. 
 
 And  throng  thy  courts  above  ; 
 While  finners  hear  thy  pard'ning  voice. 
 And  tafte  redeeming  love. 
 
 PSAL  M     CIX.   ver.  i,    5, — 31.  Common   Metre. 
 Love  to  enemies  from  the  example  qfChrift. 
 
 1  f>  OD  of  my  mercy  and  my  praife, 
 V_X  Thy  glory  is  my  fong  ; 
 
 Tho'  finners  fpeak  againft  thy  grace 
 With  a  blafpheming  tongue. 
 
 2  When  in  the  form  of  mortal  man 
 
 Thy  fon  on  earth  was  found, 
 With  cruel  (landers,  falfe  and  vain, 
 They  compafs'd  him  around. 
 
 3  Their  mis'ries  his  cornpaffion  move, 
 
 Their  peace  he  ftill  purfu'd ;  ' 
 They  render  hatred  for  his  love, 
 And  evil  for  his  good. 
 4.  Their  malice  rag'd  without  a  caufe, 
 Yet  with  his  dying  breath 
 He  pray'd  for  murd'rers  on  his  crofs, 
 And  blefs'd  his  foes  in  death. 
 ,5  Lord  fhall  thy  bright  example  fhinc 
 In  vain  before  my  eyes ; 
 Give  me  a  foul  akin  to  thine, 
 To  love  mine  enemies. 
 6  The  Lord  fhall  on  my  fide  engage, 
 
 And  in  my  Saviour's  name  *• 
 
 I  fhall  defeat  their  pride  and  rage, 
 Who  flander  and  condemn. 
 
 _P  S  A  L  M     CX.    Firft  part.  Long  Metre. 
 drift  exalted,  and  multitudes  converted  \  or,  The  fuccefs  of 
 
 thegofpel 
 I  'yHUS  God  th'  eternal  Father  fpake 
 ■*-    To  Chrift  the  fon:  '<  Afeend  and  fit 
 <c  At  my  right  hand,  till  I  fhall  make 
 "  Thy  foes  fubmiffire  at  thy  feet. 
 
210  PSALMS. 
 
 g  "  From  Zion  fhall  thy  word  proceed, 
 
 "  Thy  word,  the  fceptre  in  thy  hand, 
 "  Shall  make  the  hearts  of  rebels  bleed, 
 
 "  And  bow  their  wills  to  thy  command, 
 o  M  That  day  fhall  fhow  thv  pow'r  is  great, 
 
 "  When  faints  fhall  flock  with  willing  minis, 
 *<  And  finners  croud  thy  temple  gate, 
 *'  Where  holinefs  in  beauty  fhine*." 
 
 4  O  bkffed  pow'r !   O  glorious  day ! 
 
 What  a  large  vicl'ry  fhall  enfue  ! 
 And  converts,  who  thy  grace  obey: 
 
 Exceed  the  drops  of  morning,  dew. 
 
 PSALM     CX.     Second  part.    Long  Metrs. 
 
 The  kingdom   and  pricftheed  of  Qirift. 
 
 i  rr^HUS  the  great  Lord  of  earth  and  fea 
 X     Spake  to  his  Son,  and  thus  he  fwore : 
 *•  Eternal  fhall  thy  prieflhood  be, 
 
 "  And  change  from  hand  to  hand  no  more 
 
 2  «*  Aaron  and  all  his  fons  muff  die; 
 
 "   Bui-everlafting  life  is  thine, 
 "  To  fave  for  ever  thofe  that  fly 
 
 11  For  refuge  from  the  wrath  divine. 
 
 3  »  By  me  Melchifedeck  was  made 
 
 "  On  earth  a  king  and  prieft  at  once  ; 
 "  And  thou,  my  heav'nly  prieft,  fhalt  plead, 
 "  And  thou,  my  king,  fhalt  rule  my  ions." 
 
 4  Jefus  the  prieft  afcends  his  throne, 
 
 While  counfels  of  eternal  peace, 
 Between  the  Father  and  the  Son, 
 
 Proceed  with  honour  and  fuccefs. 
 
 c  Through  the  whole  earth  his  reign  fhall  fpread, 
 And  crufh  the  pow'rs  that  dare  rebel; 
 Then  fhall  he  judge  the  riling  dead, 
 And  fend  the  guilty  world  to  hell. 
 6  Though,  while  he  treads  his  glorious  way, 
 He  drinks  the  cup  of  threats  and  blood, 
 The  fuii'rings  of  that  dreadful  day 
 
 Shall  but  advance  him  near  to  God. 
 
P    S    A    L    M    S« 
 
 £    S     A     L     M     CX.     Common  metre. 
 
 JChrtJ's  kingdom  and priefthood. 
 ESUS,  our  Lord,  afcend  thy  throne, 
 And  near  thyTather  fit; 
 In  Zion  fhall  thy  power  be   known, 
 And  make  thy  foes  fubmffe. 
 e    What  wonders  fhall  thy  gofoel  do  •    ' 
 Thy  concerts  fhall  furpafs 
 The  numerous  drops  of  morning  dew. 
 And  own  thy  fov'reigri  grace. 
 
 3  God  hath  pronoune'd  a  firm  decree, 
 
 Nor  changes  what  he  fwore  ■  ' 
 "  Eternal  fhall  thy  priefthood  be, 
 "  When  Aaron  is  no  more. 
 
 4  "  Melchiiedeck,  that  wondrous  prieft, 
 
 "  That  king  of  high  degree, 
 •   That  holy  man,  who  Abraham  bleft, 
 "   Was  but  a  type  of  thee." 
 
 5  Jefus,    our  prieft,  forever  lives, 
 
 To  plead  for  us  above  ; 
 Jefus,  our  king,  forever  gives 
 The  bleffings  of  his  love. 
 <5  God  fhall  exalt  his  glorious  head 
 ■«,  71lnd,hls,.hishthronemailitain, 
 
 WhnV       P°WerS  '^  PnnCeS  dead,     - 
 Who  dare  oppofe  his  reiim 
 
 PSALM    CXI.     Firfl  nart     'r 
 
 tu       n       ,    Pait    -Common  Metre, 
 
 St         of1lmmonal  Praife  belong 
 
 >^.  To  my  almighty  God ^  6 
 
 He  has  my  heart    and  he  my  tongue, 
 
 To  fpread  his  name  abroad 
 
 2  H°WHoew  ^  W°rks  hk  hand  has  bought* 
 How  glorious  in  our  fight?  b     ' 
 
 And  men  mev'ry  age  have  foUght 
 
 His  wonders,  with  delight 
 
 How  fair  and  beauteous  Nature's  fame  I 
 
 n;c  "    r  Wlfe  th  etei™l  mind ! 
 
 w;«  >  ,        l"  CLe«iai  mind  • 
 
 *hat  his  firfl  thoughts  defign'd. 
 
ALMS, 
 
 4  When  ha  redeem'd  his  chofen  fons. 
 He  fix'd  his  cov'nant  fure; 
 The  orders  that  his  lips  pronounce 
 To  endlefs  years  endure. 
 g  Nature  and  time,  and  earth  and  fkies^ 
 Thy  heav'nly  {kill  proclaim-, 
 What  (hall  we  do  to  make  us  wife, 
 But  karn  to  read  thy  name  ? 
 6  To  fear  thy  power,  to  truft  thy  grace, 
 Is  our  d'ivineit  fkill  ? 
 And  he's  the  wifeftof  our  race 
 Thatbeft  obeys  thy  will. 
 
 PSALM  CXI.    Second  part.     Common  Metre. 
 
 The  pcrfecTions  of  God. 
 t    (~>  REAT  is  the  Lord  ;  his  works  of  might 
 \J  Demand  our  nobleftfongs  : 
 
 Let  his  affembled  faints  unite 
 Thei    harmony  of  tongues. 
 5,  Great  is  the  mercy  of  the  Lord, 
 He  gives  his  children  food, 
 And  ever  mindful  of  his  word, 
 He  makes  his  promife  good. 
 3  His  Son,  the  great  redeemer,  came 
 To  feal  his  cov'nant  fure  : 
 Holy  and  rev' rend  is  his  name, 
 His  ways  are  juft  and  pure 
 a  They  that  would  grow  divinely  wife, 
 Mult  with  his  fear  begin; 
 Our  faireft  proof  of  knowledge  lies 
 In  hating  ev'ry  fin. 
 
 PSALM    CXII.     Asthen3thPfalm. 
 
 Thcbkfivgs  of  the  liberal  man. 
 i  HHHAT  man  is  blefs'd,  who  ftands  in  awe 
 A     Of  God,  and  loves  his  facred  law  : 
 His  feed  on  earth  fhall  be  renown'd  ; 
 His  houfe  the  feat  of  wealth  fhall  be, 
 An  unexhaufted  treafury, 
 
 And  with  fucceflive  honours  crown  d: 
 
PSALMS. 
 
 His  liberal  favours  he  extends. 
 To  fame  h°  gi\  es,  to  others  lends ; 
 
 A  generous  pity  fills  his  mind: 
 Yet  what  his  charity  impairs, 
 He  faves  by  prudence  in  affairs, 
 
 Ai  d  thus  he'sjuft  co  all  mankind, 
 His  hands,    while  -hey  his  alms  bePcow'd, 
 His  glorv's  future  harveft  fow'd  : 
 
 The  fu-eet  remembrance  of  thejuft 
 Like  a  green  root,  revives  and  bears 
 Atrainof  bleffings  for  his  heirs, 
 
 When  dying  nature  fleeps  in  duft. 
 
 Befet  with  threat'ning  dangers  round, 
 Unmov'd  fhall  he  maintain  his  ground  ; 
 
 His  confeience  holds  his  courage  up  : 
 The  foul  that's  fill'd  with  virtue's  light, 
 Shines  brightest  in  affliction's  night; 
 
 And  fees,  in  darknefs,  beams  of  grace. 
 PAUSE. 
 5  111  tidings  never  can  furprife 
 His  heart,  that,  fix'd,  on  God  relies, 
 
 Tho'  waves  andtempeft  rear  around: 
 Safe  on  a  rock  he  fits,  and  fees 
 The  fhipwreck  of  his  enemies, 
 
 And  all  their  Tiope  and  glory  drown'd, 
 The  wicked  fhali  his  triupmh  fee, 
 And  gnaflb  their  teeth  in  agony, 
 
 To  find  their  expectations  croft ; 
 They  and  their  envy,  pride  and  foite, 
 Sink  down  to  everlailing  night, 
 
 And  all  their  names  in  darknefs  loft. 
 P  S  A  L  M     CXII.     Long  Metre. 
 Thi  blijfings  of  the  pious  and  charitat-le. 
 rT"HRICE  happy  man,   who  fesrs  the  Lord, 
 -*-    Loves  his  commands,  and  trufts  his  word; 
 Honour  and  peace  his  days  attend, 
 And  bleffings  to  his  feed  defcend. 
 Compaffion  dwells  upon  his  mind, 
 To  works  of  jnercy  ftillinclin'd  : 
 He  lends  the  poor  fome  prefent  aid, 
 Or  gives  them,  not  to  be  repaid. 
 
214  PSALMS. 
 
 3  When  times  grows  daik.  and  tidings  fpread,- 
 That  fill  his  neighbour  round  with  dread, 
 His  heart  is  arna'd  againil  the  fear, 
 
 For  God,  with  all  his  power,  is  there. 
 
 4  His  fpirit  fix'd  upon  the  Lord, 
 
 Draws  heav'nly  courage  from  his  word  ; 
 Amidil  the  daiknefs  light  fhall  rife, 
 To  cheer  his  heart  and  blefs  hi6  eyes. 
 £  He  hath  difpers'd  his  alms  abroad, 
 His  works  are  ftill  before  his  God  ; 
 His  name  on  earth  fhall  long  remain, 
 While  envious  tinners  rage  in  vain, 
 
 PSALM     CXI  I.     Common  Metre 
 
 Liberality  rewarded. 
 
 x   T  TAPPY  is  he  that  fears  the  Lord, 
 X~l    And  follows  his  commands, 
 Who  lends  the  poor  without  reward, 
 Or  gives  with  Jiberal  hands. 
 
 2  As  pity  dwells  within  his  breaft 
 
 To  all  the  fons  of  need  : 
 So  God  fhall  anfwer  his  requeft 
 With  bleffings  on  his  feed. 
 
 3  No  evil  tidings  fhall  furprife 
 
 His  well  eftablifhed  mind  ; 
 His  foul  to  God,  hi9  refuge,   flies, 
 
 And  leaves  his  fears  behind, 
 a    In  times  of  danger  and  diftrefs 
 
 Some  beams  of  light  fhall  fhine, 
 To  {hew  the  world  his  righteoufnefs, 
 
 And  give  him  peace  divine. 
 
 5  His  works  of  piety  and  love 
 
 Remain  before  the  Lord  ; 
 Honour  on  earth,  and  joys  above, 
 Shall  be  his  fure  reward. 
 
.    P    S    A    L    Vf  S. 
 
 PSALM     CXIIT.     Proper  Tune. 
 T/ie  majejly  and  condefcenfwn  of  God. 
 i   "VT'E  that  delight  to  ferve  the  Lord, 
 X     The  honours  of  his  name  record — 
 His  facred  name  forever  blefs  : 
 Where'er  the  circling  fun  difplays 
 His  riiing  beams  or  fetting  rays, 
 
 Let  lands  and  feas  his  power  confefs. 
 
 2  Nortime,  nor  nature's  narrow  rounds, 
 Can  give  his  vaft  dominion  bounds, 
 
 The  heav'ns    are  far  below  his  height  % 
 Let  no  created  greatnefs  dare 
 With  our  eternal  God  compare, 
 
 Arm'd  with  his  uncreated  might. 
 
 3  He  bows  his  glorious  head  to  view 
 What  the  bright  hofts  of  angels  do,    • 
 
 And  bends  his  care  to  mortal  things  ; 
 His  fov'reign  hand  exalts  the  poor, 
 He  takes  the  needy  frorn  the  door, 
 
 And  feats  them  on  the  thrones  of  kings, 
 
 4  When  childlefs  families  defpair, 
 He  fends  the  blefiings  of  an  heir, 
 
 To  refcue  their  expiring  name  ; 
 The  mother,  with  a  thankful  voice, 
 Proclaims  his  praifes  and  her  joys  ; 
 
 Let  ev'ry  age  advance  his  praife. 
 
 PSALM     CXI  1 1.     Long  Metre, 
 God  foverdgn  and  gracious. 
 
 i   "\7"E  fervants  of  th'  almighty  King, 
 X     In  ev'ry  age  his  glories  fing  ;     . 
 Whe'er  the  fun  mall  rife  or  fet, 
 The  nations  ihall  his  praife  repeat. 
 
 2  Above  the  earth,    beyond  the  iky, 
 His  throne  of  glory  fiands  on  high; 
 Nor  time  nor  place  his  power  reftrain, 
 Nor  bound  his  univerfal  reign. 
 
 3  Which  of  the  fons  of  Adam  dare, 
 Or  angels  with  their  God  compare  ? 
 His    glories  how  divinely  bright ! 
 Who  dwells  in  uncreated  light ! 
 
2l6 
 
 P    S    A    L    ii    S. 
 
 4  Beh<  Id  Lis  love  !  he  (loops  to  view 
 What  faints  aboy    a  .1  angels  do  ! 
 And  ccrri  icei-ds;   yet  more,     to  know 
 
 The  mean  aft  sirs  of  men  below  ! 
 
 $  From  drift  and  cottages  obfeure 
 His  grace  exalts  the  humble  pour  ! 
 Gives  them  the  honour  of  his  fons, 
 And  fits  them  for  their  heav'nly  thrones, 
 
 [6  A  word  of  his  creating  voice 
 
 Can  make  the  barren  houfe  rejoice; 
 
 Though  Sarah's  ninety  years  were  pair, 
 
 The  promifs'd  feed  is  born  at  laft. 
 7  With  joy  the  mother  views  her  fon, 
 
 And  tells  the  wonders  God  has  done  ; 
 
 Faith  may  grow  firong  when  fenfe  defpairs  ; 
 
 If  nature  fails,  the  promife  besrs.  J 
 
 PSALM,  CXIV.     Long  Metre. 
 Miracles  attending  If  rod's  journey. 
 
 1  TTT7HEN  Ifrael,  freed  from  Pharaoh's  hand : 
 
 V  V     Left  the  proud  tyrant  and  his  land, 
 The  tribes,  with  cheerful  homage,   own 
 Their  king,  and  Judah  was  his  throne. 
 
 2  Acrofs  the  deep  their  journey  lay ; 
 The  deep  divides  to  make  them  way ; 
 Jordan  beheld  their  march  and  fled, 
 With  backward  current,  to  his  head. 
 
 3  The  mountains  fhook,  like  frighted  fheep — 
 Like  lambs,  the  little  hillocks  leap  ! 
 
 Not  Sinai  on  her  bafe  could  ftand, 
 Confcious  of  fov'reign  power  at  hand. 
 
 4  What  power  could  make  the  deep  divide — 
 Make  Jordan  backward  roll  his  tide  ? 
 Why  did  ye  leap,  ye  little  hills  ? 
 
 And  whence  the  dread  that  Sinai  feels  ? 
 
 £  Let  ev'ry  mountain,   ev'ry  flood 
 Retire  and  know  th' approaching  God, 
 The  King  of  Ifrael :  fee  him  here  ! 
 Tremble,  thou  earth,  adore  and  fear. 
 
PSALMS. 
 
 *3  He  thunders,  and  all  nature  mourns, 
 The  rock  to  {landing  pools  he  turns  ; 
 Flinis  fpring  with  fountains,  at  his  word, 
 A::d  lire  and  leas  cenfefs  the  Lord. 
 
 PSAL  M    CXV.    Fiift  Metre. 
 
 The  true  God  our  refuge  ;  or,  idolatry  reproved. 
 
 i    "iVJOT  to  ourfelves,  who  are  but  dull — 
 i.  N    Not  to  ourfelves  is  glory  due, 
 Eternal  God,  thou  onlyjuft. 
 
 Thou  only  gracious,  wile  and  true. 
 
 2  Difplay  to  earth  thy  dreadful  name  : 
 
 Why  mould  a  heathen's  haughty  tongue 
 Iafult  us,  and,  to  raife  our  fhame. 
 
 Say,  li  Where's  the  God  you've  ferv'd  fo  lorn 
 
 3  The  God  we  ferve,  maintains  his  throne 
 
 Above  the  clouds,  beyond  the  fkies  ; 
 Thro'  all  the  earth  his  will- is  done, 
 
 He  knows  our  groans,  he  hears  our  cries. 
 
 4  But  the  vain  idols  they  adore, 
 
 Are  fenfelefs  fiiapes  of  ftone  and  wood  ; 
 At  beft  -a  mafs  of  glittering  ore. 
 A  lilver  faint,  or  golden  god. 
 
 •_5  With  eyes  and- ears  they  carve  the  head  ; 
 
 Deaf  are  their  ears,  their  eyes  are  blind  ; 
 In  vain  are  coftly  offerino-s  made, 
 
 And  vows  are  fcatter'd  in  the  wind. 
 
 6  Their  feet  wTere  never  made  to  move. 
 
 Nor  hands  to  fave,  when  mortals  pray  ; 
 Mortals,  that  pay  them  fear  or  love, 
 
 Seem  to  be  blind  and  deaf  as  they.] 
 
 7  O  Ifrael,  make  the  Lord  thy  hope, 
 
 Thy  help,  thy  refuge,  and  thy  reft  ; 
 The  Lord  mall  build  thy  ruins  up,' 
 
 And  blels  the  people  and  the  prieft. 
 
 8  The  dead  no  more  can  fpeak  thy  praife — 
 
 They  dwell  in  lilence  in  the  grave  ; 
 But  we  ihall  live  to  uag  thy  grace," 
 
 And  tell  the  world  thy  power  to  fave. 
 
3l8  t   s   A    L    M    S. 
 
 PSALM     CXV.    Second  Metre.    As  the  new  tunc 
 
 of  the  50th  Pfalm. 
 
 Idolatry  reproved. 
 
 1    \  JOT  to  our  names,  thou  onlyjuft  and  true, 
 jL %    Not  to  our  worthlefs  names  is  glory  d  ue 
 Thy  power  and  grace,  thy  truth  and  juftice  claim 
 Immortal  honours  to  thy  fov'reign  name  : 
 Shine  thro'  the  earth,    from  heav'n  thy  bleft  abode  ; 
 Nor  let  the  heathens  fay,"  Where  is  your  God?" 
 
 fi  Heav'n  is  thine  higher  court :  there  ftands  thy  throne, 
 And  thro'  the  lower  worlds  thy  will  is  done  : 
 God  fram'd  this  earth — the  ftarry  heav'ns  he    fpread 
 But  fools  adore  the  Gods  their  hands  have  made  ; 
 The  kneeling  croud,  with  looks  devout  behold 
 Their  filver  faviours,  and  their  faints  of  gold. 
 
 3  Vain  are  thofe  artful  fhapes  of  eyes  and  ears — 
 The  molten  image  neither  fees  nor  hears  ; 
 Their  hands  are  helplefs,  nor  their  feet  can  move, 
 They  have  no  fpeech,nor  thought,  norpow'r-.nor  love; 
 Yet  fottifh  mortals  make  their  long  complaints 
 To  their  deaf  idols,  and  their  iifelefs  faints. 
 
 I  The  rich  have  ftatues  well  adorn'd  with  gold  ; 
 The  poor,  content  with  Gods  of  coarfer  mould, 
 With  tools  of  iron  carve  the  fenfelefs  flock, 
 Lopt  from  a  tree,  or  broken  from  a  rock  ; 
 People  andprieft  drive  on  the  folemn  trade, 
 And  truft  the  gods  that  faws  and  hammers  made.] 
 
 5  Be  heav'n  and  earth  amaz'd!  'Tis  hard  to  fay 
 Which  are  more  flupid,  or  their  gods,  or  they. 
 O  Ifrael,  truft  the  Lord  :  he  hears  and  fees, 
 
 He  knows  thy  forrows,  andreftores  thy  peace; 
 His  worfhip  does  a  thoufand  comforts  yield, 
 He  is  thy  help,  and  he  thine  heavn'ly  fhield. 
 
 6  In  God  we  truft :  our  impious  foes  in  vain 
 Attempt  our  ruin,  and  oppofe  his  reign  ; 
 
 Had  they  prevail'd,  darknefs  had  clos;d  our  days,- 
 And  death  and  filence  had  forbid  his  piaife : 
 But  we  are  fav'd,  and  live  : — Let  fongs  avife, 
 And  Zion  blefs  the  God  that  built  the  flue*. 
 
PSALMS,  219 
 
 PSALM  CXVI.   Firft  part.  Common  Metre. 
 Recovery  from  fickn^fs. 
 
 1  T  LOVE  the  Lord  :  he  heard  my  cries, 
 X   And  pity'd  every  groan, 
 
 Long  as  I  live,  when  troubles  rife, 
 I'll  haften  to  his  throne. 
 
 2  I  love  the  Lord  :  he  bow'd  his  ear, 
 
 And  chas'd  my  griefs  away  : 
 
 Oh  let  my  heart  no,  more  defpair, 
 
 When  I  have  breath  to  pray. 
 
 3  My  flefh  declin'd,  my  fpirirs  fell, 
 
 And  I  drew  near  the  dead, 
 
 While  inward  pangs  and  fears  of  hell 
 
 Perplex'd  my  wakeful  head. 
 
 4  «  My  God,  (I  cry'd)  thy  fervant  fave, 
 
 "  Thou  ever  good  andjeft; 
 "  Thy  power  can  refcue  from  the  grave, 
 "  Thy  power  is  all  my  truil." 
 
 5  The  Lord  beheld  me  fore  diftreft, 
 
 He  bade  my  pains  remove  : 
 Return,  my  foul,  to  God  thy  reft, 
 For  thou  haft  known  his  love. 
 
 6  My  God  hath  fav'd  my  foul  from  death. 
 
 And  dry'd  my  falling  tears  : 
 Now  to  his  prarfe  I'll  fpend  my  breath, 
 And  my  remaining  years. 
 
 PSALM    CXVI.    ver.  12,  &c.  Second  pai ;  \ 
 
 Common  Metre. 
 
 Thanks  for   privace  deliverance, 
 
 1  "%  T  THAT,  fhall  I  render  to  my  God 
 
 V  V     For  all  his  kindnefs  fhown  ? 
 My  feet  fhall  vifit  thine  abode, 
 
 My  fongs  addrefs  thy  throne. 
 
 2  Among  the  faints  that  fill  thine  houfe^ 
 
 My  offerings  fnall  be  paid  ; 
 There  fhall  my  zeal  perform  the  yews 
 My  foul  in  anguifh  made. 
 
 -la 
 
220  r    S    A    L    M    S. 
 
 3  How  much  is  mercy  thy  delight, 
 
 Thou  ever-bleiTed  God  ! 
 How  dear  thy  fervants  in  thy  fight  ! 
 How  precious  is  their  blood  I 
 
 4  How  happy  all  thy  fervants  are  ! 
 
 How  great  thy  grace  to  me  ! 
 My  life,  which  thou  haft  made  thy  care, 
 Lord,  I  devote  to  thee. 
 
 5  Now  I  am  thine,  forever  thine, 
 
 Nor  fhall  my  purpofe  move  ; 
 
 Thy  hands  has  ioos'd  my  bonds  of  pain, 
 
 And  bound  me\vith  thy  love. 
 
 6  Here  in  thy  courts  I  leave  my  vow, 
 
 And  thy  rich  grace  record  : 
 Witnefs,  ye  faints,  who  hear  me  now, 
 If  I  forfake  the  Lord. 
 
 PSALM    CXVtl.   Common  Metre. 
 P?aife  to  God  from  all  nations. 
 i    f~^\  ALL   ye  nations,  praife  the  Lord, 
 V^/  Each  with  a  dirl'rent  tongue  ; 
 In  ev'ry  language  learn  his  word, 
 And  let  his  name  be  fung. 
 2.  His  mercy  reigns  thro'  ev'ry  land  ; 
 Proclaim  his  grace  abroad  ; 
 Forever  firm  his  truth  mall  ftand — 
 Praife  ye  the  faithful  God. 
 
 PSALM   CXVII.  Long  Metre. 
 
 i    T^ROM  all  that  dwell  below  the  fkies 
 X     Let  the  Creator's  praife  arife  ; 
 Let  the  Redeemer's  name  be  fung 
 Thro' ev'ry  land,  by  ev'ry  tongue. 
 
 S  Eternal  are  thy  mercies,  Lord; 
 Eternal  truth  attend  thy  word  ; 
 Thy  praife  (hall  found  from  fhore  tofhore, 
 'Xili  funs  fhall  fee  and  rife  no  more. 
 
 PSALM    CXVII.  Short  Metre. 
 l  HHHY  name,  almighty  Lord, 
 
 JL     Shall  fouiu  thro'  diflant  lands  : 
 Great  is  thy  grace,  and  furethy  word  : 
 Thy  tiuih  forever  ftaeds. 
 
PSALMS.  * 
 
 2  Far  be  thine  honour  fpread, 
 
 And  long  thy  praife  endure. 
 
 'Till  morning  light  and  ev'niug  (hade 
 
 Shall  be  exchang'd  no  more. 
 
 PSALM    CXVIII.    ver.  6,-15.     Firft  part. 
 
 Common  Metre. 
 
 Deliverance    from  a  tumult. 
 
 1  r~pHE  Lord  appears  my  helper  now, 
 
 JL     Nor  is  my  faith  afraid 
 What  all  the  ions  of  earth  can  do, 
 Since  heav'n  affords  its  aid. 
 
 2  'Tis  fafer,  Lord,  to  hope  in  thee. 
 
 And  have  my  God  my  friend, 
 Than  truft  in  men  of  high  degree,    • 
 And  on  their  truth  depend. 
 
 3  'Tis  thro'  the  Lord  my  heart  is  ftrong 
 
 In  him  rav  lips  rejoice  ; 
 While  his  falvation  is  my  long, 
 
 Hoy/  cheerful  is  my  voice  ! 
 a  Like  angry  beesJhey  girt  me  round  ; 
 
 When  God  appears  tlhey  fly  : 
 So  burning  thorns,,  with  crackling  found, 
 
 Make  a  fierce  Uaze,   and  die. 
 
 5    Toy  to  the  faints  and  peace  belongs  : 
 The  Loia  protects  their  days  : 
 Letlfrael  tune   immortal  fongs 
 To  his   almighty  grace. 
 
 PSALM     CXVIII.  ver.    17,-7-21.    Scccrd  --■: 
 Common    Metre. 
 Public  praife  for  deliverance  from  Heath. 
 
 1  T    ORB,  thou  haft  heard  thy  fervaat  cry, 
 .Li  And  relcu'd  from  the  grave  ; 
 
 Now  fhall  he  live  :  (and  none  can  die, 
 If  God  refolve  to  fave.) 
 
 2  Thy  praife  more  conftant  than  Lefoif, 
 
 Shall  fiil  his  daily  breath  ; 
 hand,  that  hath  chaftis'd  him  fore, 
 Diizr.di  him  ftill  from  death. 
 
£22  PSALMS. 
 
 3  Open  the  gate  of  Zion  now, 
 
 For  we  {hall  worfhip  there, 
 The  houfe  where  all  the-  righteous  go, 
 Thy  mercy  to  declare. 
 
 4  Among  th'  affembhes  of  thy  faints 
 
 Our  thankful  voice  we  raife  ; 
 There  we  have  told  thee  our  complaints, 
 And  there  we  fpeak  thy   praife. 
 
 PSALM     CXVIII.    Ver.   22,  23.     Third  part. 
 
 Common  Metre. 
 
 Chrijl  the  foundation  of  the  chunk. 
 
 1  T>  EHOLD  the  fure  foundation  flone 
 -D    Which  God  in  Zion  lays, 
 
 To  build  our  heav'uly  hopes  upon, 
 And  his  eternal  praifc. 
 
 2  Chofen  of  God,  to  fmners  deai, 
 
 And  faints  adore  the  name, 
 They  truft  their  whole  falvation  here, 
 
 Nor  fhall  they  fuller  fhame. 
 ,3  The  foolifh  builders,  fcribe  and  priefc, 
 
 Rejea  it  with  difdain  ; 
 '    Tirm  on  this  rock  the  church  fhall  reft, 
 
 And  envy  rage  in  vain. 
 4  What  tho'  the  gates  of  hell  withftood  ? 
 
 Yet  muft  this  building  rife  : 
 •"Tis  thy  own  work,  almighty  God, 
 
 And  wondrous  in  our  eyes. 
 
 PSALM   CXVIII.  .  ver.   24,  25,  26.  Fourth  part. 
 
 Common  Metre. 
 
 Htfanna ;    the  Lord's   day ;   or,    Ckrift's   rejurreclim, 
 
 and  our  falvation. 
 
 1  ^HIS  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  mack, 
 
 X     He  calls   the  hours  his  own  ; 
 Let  heav'n  rejoice,  let  earth  be  glad, 
 And  praife  furround  the  throne. 
 
 2  To-day  he  rofe  and  left  the  dead  ; 
 
 And  Satan's  empire  fell — 
 
 To-day  the  faints  his  triumph  fprcad, 
 
 And  all  his  Wonders  tell. 
 
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 PSALMS 
 
 3  Kofanna  to  th5  anointed  king, 
 
 To  David's  holy  fon, 
 Help  us,  O  Lord  ;  defcend  and  b: 
 "  Salvation  from  thy  thione. 
 
 4  Blefs 'd  is  the  Lord,  who  comes  to  men 
 
 With  meffages  of  grace; 
 Who  comes  in  God  his  Father's  name, 
 To  fave  our  fistful  race. 
 .5  Hofanna,  in  the  higheft  ftraitys,  .     . 
 
 The  church  on  earth  can  raife  ;  _ 
 The  higheft  heav'ns.  in  which  he  reigns, 
 Shall  give  him-  nobler  praife. 
 
 P  S  A  L  M    CXVI1L    ver.    22,-27.    Short  Metre. 
 
 An  hofanna  for  the  Lord's  day  t    or,   A  nczv  Jong  of 
 
 falmtion  by  Chrijl. 
 
 1  Q E£  what  a  living  ftone 
 O   The  builders  did  refufe  ; 
 
 Yet  God  hath  built  his  church  thereon 
 In  fpite  of  envious  jews. 
 
 2  The  fcribe   and  angry  prieft  - . 
 
 Reject  thine  only  Son  . 
 Yet  on  this  rock  fhall  Zion'reft, 
 As  the  chief  corner  ftoae. 
 
 3  The  work,  O  Lord,  is  thine, 
 
 And  wondrous  in  our  eyes : 
 This  day  declares  it  all  divine, 
 This  day  did  Jefus  rife. 
 4>  This  is  the  glorious  day 
 
 That  our  Redeemer  made  ; 
 
 Let  us  rejoice,  and  fing,  and  pray, 
 
 Let  all  the  church  be  glad. 
 
 5  Hofanna  to  the  king 
 
 Of  David's   royal  blood  : 
 Blefs  him,   ye  faints,  he  comes  to  bring 
 Salvation  from  your  Gcd. 
 
 6  We  blefs  thine  holy  word, 
 
 Which  all  this  grace  difplays  ; 
 And  offer  on  thine  altar,  Lord, 
 Our  faciiEce  of  praife,' 
 
 223 
 
824  PSALMS. 
 
 PSALM     CXVIII.    ver.    22,-27.     Long    Metre. 
 
 An  hofanna  for  the  Lord's  day  ;    or,   A  new  Jb*ng  of 
 falv&tion  by    drift. 
 
 1  T  O,  what  a  glorious  Corner-itone 
 1^1  The  Jewifli  builders  did  refufe  ! 
 But  God  hath  bulk  his  church  thereon, 
 
 In  ipite  of  envy,  and  the  Jews. 
 
 2  Great  God,  the  work  is  all  divine, 
 
 The  joy  and  wonder  of  our  eyes  ; 
 This  is  the  day  that  proves  it  thinej* 
 
 The  day  that  faw  our  Saviour  rile. 
 
 3  Sinners  rejoice,  and  faints  be  glad  ; 
 
 Hofanna,  let  his  7iame  be  biefs'd  ; 
 A  thoufand  honorus  on  his  htad, 
 
 With  peace,  and  light,  and  glory,  reft ! 
 
 4  In  God's  own  nam?  he  comes  to  bring 
 
 Salvation  to  our  dying  race  ; 
 Let  the  whole  church  addrefs  their  Kincr 
 
 With  hearts  of  joy,  and  iongs  of  praife. 
 
 I  have  colleftcd  and  difpofed  of  the. mod  ufeful  ver" 
 fes  of  the  cxixth  Pfalm  under  eighteen  different  heads, 
 and  formed  a  divine  fong  upon  each  of  them.  But  the 
 vcrfes  are  much  tranfpofed,  to  attain  fome  degree  of 
 Connection. 
 
 In  fome  places,  among  the  words  latu,  commands, 
 judgments,  teflimonies,  I  have  ufed  gofpcL  uord,  truth, 
 'grx:z,_  promifes,  &cc.  as  more  agreeable  to  the  New 
 Teflament,  and  the  common  language  of  Chriilians,  and 
 it  equally  anfw  srs  the  defign  of  the  Pialmiit,  which  was 
 to  recommend  the  holy  Scripture. 
 
 PSALM    CXIX.    Firft  part.  Common  Metre. 
 The  blejftdvefs  of  faints.    ar:d  mijery  of  Jinners. 
 Ver.     1,  2,  3. 
 1    T>LESS'D  arc  the  undehTd  in  heart, 
 -O  Whofe  ways  are  right  and  clean ; 
 Who  never  from  thy  law  depart, 
 But  fly  from  ev'iy  fin. 
 
PSALMS.  22,5 
 
 2  Blefs'd  are  the  men  that  keep  thy  word, 
 And  practice  thy  commands  : 
 With  their  whole  heart  they  fc'ek  the  Lord, 
 And  ferve  thee  with  their  hands. 
 Ver.  165. 
 •<  Great  is  their  peace  who  love  thy  law  ; 
 How  firm  their  fouls  abide! 
 Nor  can  a  bold  temptation  draw 
 Their  Heady  feet  afide. 
 Ver.  6. 
 4  Then  fhall  my  heart  have  inward  joy, 
 And  keep  my  face  from  fhame, 
 When  all  thy  ftatutes  I  obey 
 And  honour  all  thy  name. 
 
 Ver.'  21,  it 8. 
 c  But  haughty  finners  God  will  hate, 
 The  proud  fhall  die  accurs'd  ; 
 "   The  fens  of  falsehood  and  deceit 
 
 Are  trodden  to  the  dull. 
 J.'.."  "  Ver.     119,  155. 
 
 6-' Vile  as  the  drofs  the  wicked  are  : 
 
 And  thofe  that  leave  thy  ways 
 "..Shall  fee  falvation  from  afar, 
 But  never  tafte  thy  grace. 
 
 PSALM     CXIX.     Second  part. 
 
 Secret  devotion  andfpiritual-mindednefs ;  or,  Conjlant  con- 
 vcrjl  zvitk  God. 
 .Ver.   147,  55. 
 "1  r"jPOLhee,  before  the  dawning  light, 
 JL     My  gracious  God,  I  pray; 
 •'•     I  meditate  thy  name  by  night, 
 
 And  keep  thy  law  by  day. 
 Ver.'     81. 
 •/2  My  fpirit  faints  to  feethygrace, 
 Thy  promife  bears  me  up  ; 
 And  while  falvation  long  delays, 
 Thy  word  fupports  my  hope. 
 Ver.  164. 
 3  Sev'n  times  a  day  I  lift  my  hands*, 
 And   pay  mv  thanks  to  thee  : 
 Thy  righteous  providence  demands 
 Repeated  praife  f:om  me, 
 
226  PSALMS. 
 
 Ver.     62. 
 4  When  midnight  darknefs  veils  the  fkies, 
 I  call  thy  works  to  mind, 
 My  thoughts  in  warm  devotation  rife, 
 And  fweet  acceptance  find. 
 
 P  S  A  L  :,I     C::iX.     Third  part. 
 Proftjfions  offincerity,  repentance  and  obedience. 
 
 Ver.  57.  60. 
 
 1  HPHOU  art  my  portion,  O  my  God  ; 
 
 JL     Soon  as  I  know  thy  way, 
 My  heart  makes  haiie  t'  obey  thy  word, 
 And  fuffers  no  delay. 
 
 Ver.   13,   14. 
 
 2  I  chufe  the  path  of  heav'nly  truth, 
 
 And  glory  in  my  choice  : 
 Not  all  the  riches  of  the  earth 
 Could  make  me  fo  rejoice. 
 
 3  The  teftimonies  of  thv  grace, 
 
 I  fet  before  mine  eyes ; 
 Thence  I  derive  my  daily  ftrength, 
 And  here  my  comfort  lies. 
 Ver.  59. 
 
 4  If  once  I  wander  from  thy  path, 
 
 I  think  upon  my  ways, 
 Then  turn  my  feet  to  thy  commands, 
 And  triift  thy  pard'ning  grace. 
 Ver.  94.  112. 
 
 5  Now  am  I  thine,  forever  thine, 
 
 O  fave  thy  fervant,  Lord, 
 Thou  art  my  ftreld,  my  hiding  place; 
 My  hope  is  in  thy  word. 
 Ver.   112. 
 
 6  Thou  haft  inclin'd  this  heart  of  mine 
 
 Thyftatutes  to  fulfil; 
 And  thus  till  mortal  life  fhallend, 
 Would  I  perform  thy  -will. 
 
P    S    A    L    M     S. 
 
 PSALM     CXIX.     Fourth  part, 
 
 Ir.Jlrucl  ion  from  Scripture. 
 
 Ver.  9. 
 
 1  T  TOW  fhail  the  young  fecure  their  hearts, 
 JTX  And  guard  their  lives  from  tin  ? 
 
 Thy  word  the  choiceft  rules  imparts 
 To  keep  the  confcience  clean. 
 Ver.   130 
 
 2  When  once  it  enters  to  the  mind, 
 
 It  fpreads  fuch  life  abroad, 
 The  meaneft  fouls  inftru&ion  find, 
 And  raife  their  thoughts  to  God. 
 Ver.   105. 
 
 3  'Tis  like  the  fun.  a  heav'nly  light, 
 
 That  guides  us  all  the  day  ; 
 And,  through  the  dangers  of  the  night, 
 A  lamp  to  lead  our  way. 
 
 Ver".  9£.  100. 
 
 4  The  men  that  keep  thy  law  with  care, 
 
 And  meditate  thy  word. 
 Grow  wifer  than  their  teachers  are, 
 And  better  know  the  Lord. 
 Ver.   104.  113. 
 §  Thy  precepts  make  me  truly  wife  ; 
 I  hate  the  finners  road  : 
 I  hate  my  own  vain  thoughts  that  rife, 
 But  love  thy  law  my  God. 
 
 Ver.    89,  90,  gi. 
 [6  The  (tarry  heav'ns  thy  rule  obey, 
 
 The  earth  maintains  her  place ; 
 And  thefe  thy  fervants,  night  and  day, 
 Thy  (kill  and  pow'r  expreis. 
 
 7  But  ftill  thy  law  and  gofpel.    Lord, 
 
 Have  lelTons  more  divine  : 
 Nor  earth  (lands  firmer  than  thy  word, 
 Nor  itars  fo  nobly  fhine.] 
 
 Ver.    190,   140,  9,   ng. 
 
 8  Thy  word  is  everlafting  truth, 
 
 How  pure  is  ev'ry  page! 
 Tkatholy  book  fhail  guide  our  youth, 
 And  well  fupport  our  age. 
 
 25.7 
 
228  PSALMS. 
 
 P  S  A  L  M     CXIX.     Fifth  part. 
 
 Ddightin  fcripturc;  or,  The  word  of  God  dwelling  in  u: 
 Ver.    07.  t 
 
 1  f^%  HOW  I  love  thy  holy  law  ! 
 V-/    "^Tis  cbiiyrny  de 
 
 And  thence  m\  meditations  draw 
 Divine  adv;c£  by  :. 
 
 Ver.   148. 
 
 2  My  waking  eyes  prevent  the  day 
 
 To  meditate  thy  word  : 
 My  foul  with  longing  melts  away 
 To  hear  thy  golpel,  Lord. 
 
 Vet.  3^l3>  5i- 
 
 3  Thy  heav'nly  words  my  heart  engage 
 
 And  well  employ  my  tongue  ! 
 And,  in  my  tiicfome  pilgrimage, 
 Yield  me  a  heav'nly  long. 
 Ver.   19,  103, 
 
 4  Am  la  {hanger,  or  at  home, 
 
 'Tis  my  perpetual  feaft 
 Not  honey  dropping  from  the  comb 
 So  much  allures  the  tafte. 
 
 Ver    72,   127. 
 g  No  treasures  fo  enrich  the  mind  ; 
 Nor  mail  thy  word  be  fold 
 For  loads  of  filver  well  refin'd, 
 Nor  heaps  of  choiceft  gold. 
 
 Ver.  28,  49,   175. 
 6  When  nature  finks,  and  fpirits  droop, 
 Thy  promifes  of  grace 
 Are  pillars  to  fupport  my  hope, 
 And  there  I  write  thy  praife. 
 
 PSAL  M     CXIX.     Sixth  part. 
 
 Hoi 'ine fs  and  com fort  from  the  word. 
 Ver.  128. 
 x    T    ORD,  I  efteem  thy  judgments,  right, 
 JLj  And  all  thy  ftatutesjuft; 
 
 Thence  I  maintain  a  constant  fight 
 With  ev'ry  flatt'ring lufh 
 
!>    S    A     L     M    5.  225 
 
 Ver.  .97,  9. 
 
 2  Thy  precepts  often  I  furvey  : 
 
 I  keep  thy  law  in  fight, 
 Through  all  the  ivas'nefs  of  the  day, 
 To  form  my  actions  right. 
 Ver.  62. 
 
 3  My  heart  in  midnight  iilence  cries, 
 
 :'  How  fweet  thy  comforts  be  !" 
 My  thoughts  in  holy  wonder  rife, 
 And  bring  their  thanks  to  thee, 
 
 Ver.  162. 
 
 4  And  when  my  fpirit  drinks  her  fill, 
 
 At  feme  good  word  of  thine  ; 
 
 Not  mighty  men,  that  fhare  the  fpoil, 
 
 Have  joys  compar'd  to  mine. 
 
 PSAL  M    CXIX.    Seventh  part. 
 
 Imperfection  of  nature,  and  perfection  offcripture. 
 
 Ver.  96.  paraphrafed. 
 all  the  Heathen  writers  join, 
 
 LET 
 To 
 
 form  one  perfect,  boo* 
 
 Great  God,  if  once  compar'd  with  thine^ 
 
 How  mean  their  writings  look ! 
 
 2  Not  the  moft  perfect,  rules  they  gave, 
 
 Could  fhew  one  fin  forgiv'n, 
 
 Nor  lead  one  Hep  beyond  the  grave ; 
 
 But  thine  conduct  to  heav'n. 
 
 3  I've  feen  an  end  to  what  we  call 
 
 Perfection  here  below ; 
 How  {hort  the  pow'rs  of  nature  fait, 
 And  can  no  farther  go. 
 
 4  Yet  men  would  fain  be  jail  with  God, 
 By  works  their  hands  have  wrought ; 
 
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 Extend  to  every  thought. 
 
 5  In  vain  we  boaft  perfection  here, 
 
 While  fin  defiles  our  frame, 
 And  links  our  virtues  down  fo  far, 
 They  fcaice  deferve  the  name. 
 
23O  PSALMS. 
 
 6  Our  faith  and  love,   and  ev'ry  grace, 
 Fall  far  below  thy  word  ; 
 But  perfect  truth  and  righteoufnefs 
 Dwell  only  wiih  the  Lord. 
 
 PSALM     CXIX.    Eighth  part. 
 
 The  excellency  and  variety  of  fcripiur:. 
 
 Ver.    3.     paraphrased. 
 
 1  T    ORD,  I  have  made  thy  word  my  choice, 
 A^i  My  lading  heritage; 
 
 There  fhall  my  noblefl  pow'rs  rejoice, 
 My  warmeft  thoughts  engage. 
 
 2  111  read  the  hifb'ries  of  thy  love, 
 
 And  keep  thy  laws  in  fight,    . 
 While  through  the  psomifes  I  rove, 
 With  evtr-frefh  delight. 
 
 3  'Tis  a  broad  land  of  wealth  unknown, 
 
 Where  fprings  of  life  arife, 
 Seeds  of  immortal  blifs  are  fown, 
 And  hidden  glory  lies. 
 
 4  The  beft  relief  that  mourners  have, 
 
 It  makes  our  forrows  blefs'd  ; 
 Our  faireft  hopes  beyond  the  grave, 
 And  our  eternal  reft. 
 
 P  S  A  L  M    CXIX.    Ninth  part. 
 Defne  cj  knoivkdge. 
 Ver.  6  4,  68,  18. 
 
 1  rT",HY  mercies  fill  the  earth,  O  Lord  ! 
 
 X     How  good  thy  works  appear  ! 
 Open  my  eyes  to  read  thy  word, 
 And  fee  thy  wonders  there. 
 Ver.   73-   ^5- 
 
 2  My  heart  was  fafliion'd  by  thy  hand. 
 
 My  fervice  is  thy  due  ; 
 O  make  thy  fervant  underftand 
 The  duties  I  muft  do. 
 Ver.   19. 
 
 3  Since  I'm  a  ftrangei   here  below, 
 
 Thy  path,  O!  do  not  hide; 
 But  mark  the  road  my'feet  mould  go, 
 And  be  my  conftant  guide. 
 
S    A    L    M    S.  23t 
 
 Ver.  a 6. 
 
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 4  When  I  confefs'd  my  wandering 
 
 Thou  heard'it  my  foul  complain  ; 
 Grant  rae  the  teachings  of  thy  grace, 
 Or  I  fhall  ftray  again. 
 
 Ver.  33,  34. 
 
 5  If  God  to  me  his  ftatutes  fhev/, 
 
 And  heav'nly  truth  impart, 
 His  work,  for  ever,  I'll  purfue, 
 His  law  fhall  rule  my  heart. 
 
 6  This  was  my  comfort  when  I  bore 
 
 Variety  of  grief ; 
 It  made  me  learn  thy  word  the  more, 
 And  fly  t©  that  relief. 
 Ver.  51. 
 [7  In  vain  the  proud  deride  me  now  j 
 I'll  ne'er  forget  thy  law, 
 Nor  let  that  bleffed  golpel  go, 
 
 Whence  all  my  hopes  I  draw. 
 Ver.   27.   171. 
 .8  When  I  have  learn'd  my  Father's  will, 
 I'll  teach  the  world  his  ways  ; 
 My  thankful  lips,  infpir'd  with  zeal, 
 Shall  fing  aloud  his  praife.] 
 
 PSALM    CXIX.    Tenth  part. 
 
 Pleading  the  promffes. 
 
 Ver.   38;   49. 
 
 1  T>  EHOLD  thy  waiting  fervant,  lord, 
 _D  Devoted  to  thy  fear  ; 
 Remember  and  confirm  thy  word, 
 
 For  all  my  hopes  are  there. 
 *  Ver.  41,  58,  107. 
 
 2  Haft  thou  not  fent  falvation  down, 
 
 Aud  promis'd  quick'ning  grace  ? 
 Doth  not  my  heart  addrefs  thy  throne  ? 
 And  yet  thy  love  delays. 
 
 Ver.  123,  42. 
 
 3  Mine  eyes  for  thy  falvation  fail ; 
 
 O  bear  thy  fervant  up  ; 
 -  Nor  let  the  fcoffing  lips  prevail, 
 Who  dare  reproach  my  hope. 
 
O0.3  PSALMS. 
 
 Ver.  4g,  74. 
 4  Didit  thou  not  raife  niy  huh.  O  Lord  ? 
 Then  let  thy  truth  appear  : 
 Saints  thai!  rejoice  in  my  reward, 
 And  fruit  as  well  as  . 
 
 P  S  A  L  M  CXIX.  Eleventh  Part. 
 
 Breathing  after  holinefs. 
 
 Ver.  5,  33. 
 i    /~X  THAT  the  Lord  would  guide  my  ways 
 V_>/  To  keep  his  ftatutes  ftill  I 
 
 O  that  my  God  would  grant  me  grace 
 To  know  and  do  his  will ! 
 Ver.  29. 
 2  O  fend  thy  Spirit  defwn  to  write 
 ■   law  upon  my  hear:  ! 
 Nor  let  my  tongue  indulge  d 
 Nor  acx  the  liar's  parr. 
 Ver.   o- 
 
 3  From  vanity  turn  \es; 
 
 Let  no  corrupt  defign, 
 Nor  covetous  deiires  arife 
 
 ithin  this  foul  of  mine. 
 
 Ver.   133. 
 
 4  Order  my  Footfteps  by  thy  word, 
 
 And  make  my  heart  fincere  ; 
 Let  fin  have  no  dominion,  Lord, 
 But  keep  my  conference  clear. 
 Ver.   176. 
 £  My  foul  hath  gone  too  faT  atlray, 
 My  feet  too  often  flip  ; 
 Yet  fmce  I  keep  in  mind  thy  way, 
 Reftore  thy  wand'ring  fheep. 
 Ver.  35. 
 €  Make  me  to  walk  in  thy  commands^ 
 Tisa  delightful  roaa  ; 
 Nor  let  my  head,  or  heart,  or  hands. 
 Offend  againft  my  God. 
 
P     3    A    L     M     3.  23i 
 
 P  S  A  L  M  CXIX.  Twelfth  Part. 
 Breathing  after  comfort  and  delkxrance. 
 
 Ver.   t53. 
 
 1  l\/f  Y    G«d5  confider  my  dtitrefs, 
 JLV1.  Let  mercy  plead  my  caufe ; 
 Though  I  have  fmn'd  againft  thy  grace, 
 
 1  ne'er  forget  thy  laws. 
 
 Ver.  39,   116. 
 
 2  Forbid,  forbid  the  Qiarp  reproach, 
 
 Which  I  fo  juftly  fear  ; 
 Uphold  my  life,  uphold  my  hopes, 
 Nor  let  my  fhame  appear. 
 
 Ver.   122,  135. 
 
 3  Ee  thou  a  furety,  Lord,  forme, 
 
 Xor  let  the  proud  oprrefs  ; 
 But  make  thy  waiting  fervant  fee 
 The  fhinings  of  thy  face. 
 Ver.    81. 
 
 4  My  eyes  with  expectation  fail, 
 
 My  heart  within  me  cries, 
 "  When  will  the  Lord  iiis  trtith  fulfil, 
 {i  And  bid  my  comforts  rife  ?" 
 Ver.    132. 
 j  Look  down  upon  my  forrows,  Lord, 
 And  (how  thy  grace  the  fame, 
 Thy  tender  mercies  ftiil  afford 
 To  thofe  that  love  thy  name. 
 
 PSALM  CXIX.    Thirteenth  Part. 
 
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 Holy  fear,  and  tendernefs  of  confeience. 
 
 Ver.    10. 
 ITH  my  whole  heart  I've  fought  thy  "ace, 
 
 O  let  me  never  ftrav 
 From  thy  commands,  O  God  of  grace, 
 Nor  tread  the  Tinner's  way. 
 a  Thy  word  I've  plac'd  within  my  heart, 
 To  keep  my  confeience  clean, 
 And  be  an  everlafting  guard 
 From  ev'ry  rifmg  fin. 
 
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 3  I'm  a  companion  of  the  faints, 
 
 Who  fear  and  love  the  Lord  ; 
 My  forrows  rife,  my  nature  faints, 
 When  men  tranfgrefs  thy  word. 
 Vcr.     i6t,  163. 
 
 4  While  hnners  do  thy  gofpel  wrong, 
 
 My  fpirit  ftands   in  awe; 
 My  fom  abhors  a  lying  tongue, 
 But  loves  thy  righteous  law. 
 Ver.    161,    120. 
 
 5  My  heart  with  facred  rev 'rence  hears 
 
 The  threat'nings  of  thy  word  ; 
 My  flefh,   with  holy  trembling  fears 
 The  judgments  of  the  Lord. 
 Ver.   166,   174. 
 
 6  Mv  God.  I  long,    I  hope   I  wait, 
 
 For  thy  falvation  flail ; 
 While  thy  whole  lav/  is  my  delight, 
 And  I  obey  thy  will. 
 PSALM    CXIX,  Fourteenth  part. 
 Benefit  cj  afflictions,  and  fupport  under  then. 
 Ver.  153,  81,  82. 
 I    f~^  OXSIDER  all  my  forrows,  Lord, 
 K_y    And  thy  deliver ance  fend  ; 
 My  foul  for  thy  falvation  faints, 
 When  will  my  troubles  end  ? 
 Ver.    7 1 . 
 ?  Yet  I  have  found  'iis  good  for  me 
 To  bear  my  father's  rod  ; 
 Afflictions  make  me  learn  thy  law, 
 And  live  upon  my  God. 
 Ver.    50. 
 
 3  This  is  the  comfort  I  emoy, 
 
 When  new  diftrefs  begins, 
 I  read  thy  word,  I  run  thy  way, 
 And  hate  my  former  lins. 
 Ver.  92. 
 
 4  Had  not  thy  word  been  my  delight 
 
 Wen  eart  ily  joys  v  ere  fled, 
 Myfou'.  opprefs'd   with  forrow 's  weight. 
 Had  funk  amoriirft  the  aead. 
 
P    S    A    L    M    S.'  3j£ 
 
 Ver.  75? 
 
 5  I  know  thy  judgments,  Lord,  are  right. 
 
 Though  they  may  feem  fevere; 
 The  fharpeft  fufferings  I  endure, 
 Flow  from  thy  faithful  care, 
 Ver.  67. 
 
 6  Before  I  knew  thy  chaft'ning  rod 
 
 My  feet  were  apt  to  ftray ; 
 But  now  I  learn  to  keep  thy  wordj 
 Nor  wander  from  thy  way. 
 PSALM   CXIX.    Fifteenth  part. 
 Holy  resolutions. 
 Ver.  93. 
 2    f~\  THAT  thy  ftatutes  ev'ry  hour 
 J<J?  Might  dwell  upon  my  mind! 
 Thence  I  derive  a  quick'ning  pow'r, 
 And  daily  peace  I  find. 
 
 Ver.  i5.  16. 
 
 2  To  meditate  thy  precepts,  Lord, 
 
 Shall  be  my  fweet  employ  ; 
 My  foul  fhall  ne'er  forget  thy  word 
 Thy  word  is  all  my  joy. 
 Ver.  32. 
 
 3  How  would  I  run  in  thy  commands, 
 
 it  thou  my  heartdifcharge 
 
 From  fin  and  fa  tan's  hateful  chains, 
 
 And  fet  my  feet  at  large. 
 
 4  My  lips  with  courage  {^declare 
 
 TLyfetutesarithyname; 
 
 t  *  u     1      r     Ver"  6l'  69>  70, 
 
 5  Let  barms  of  perfecutors  rife 
 
 To  rob  me  of  my  right 
 let  pride  and  malice  forge  their  lies, 
 Thy  law  is  my  delist 
 
 er.   li 
 
 P  mT^^  wi^ed°race, 
 Whofe  hands  and  hearts  are  iL 
 I  love  my  God,  I  Jove  his  way. 
 And  muft  obey  his  will      Y 
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 V    S    A    L    M    S. 
 
 PSAL  M   CXIX.    Sixteenth  part. 
 A  prayer  for  quickening  grace. 
 
 Ver.   25,  37. 
 
 jVJL  Lord,  give  me  life  divine  : 
 from  vain  defires,  and  ev'ry  lull, 
 Turn  off  thefe  eyes  of  mine. 
 2   I  need  the  influence  of  thy  grace 
 To  fpeed  me  in  thy  way, 
 Left  I  mould  loiter  in  my  race, 
 Or  turn  my  feet  aftray. 
 Ver.  107. 
 a  When  fore  afflictions  prefs  me  dswn. 
 °  I  need  thy  quick'ning  pow'rs; 
 
 Thy  word;  that  I  have  wieffed  on, 
 Shall  help  my  heavieft'houis. 
 Ver.   156.  40. 
 i  Are  not  thy  mercies  fov'reign  fhll, 
 And  thou  a  faithful  God  ? 
 Wilt  thou  not  grant  me  warmer  zeal 
 To  run  the  heav'nly  road  ? 
 Ver.   159,  40. 
 t  Does  not  my  heart  thy  precepts  love, 
 And  long  to  fee  thy  lace  ? 
 And  yet  how  flow  my  fpmts  move 
 Without  enliv'ning  grace  ! 
 Ver.  93. 
 6  Then  fhall  I  love  thy  goipel  more, 
 And  ne'er  forget  thy  word, 
 When  I  have  felt  its  quick1  mng  pow  r 
 To  draw  me  near  the  Lord. 
 PSALM    CXIX.   Seventeenth  part.  Long  Metre. 
 Grace  Jhining  in  difficulties  and  trials. 
 Ver.   143,  28. 
 1   1  X  THEN  oain  and  anguifh  feize  me,  Lord, 
 W     All  my  fupport  is  from  thy  word  ; 
 My  foul  diffolves  for  heavinefs  ; 
 Uphold  me  with  thy  Oiength'mng  grace, 
 
?    S    A    X,    M    S,  c 
 
 Ver.    51,  6g,   110. 
 ft  The  proud   have  fram'd  their  feoffs  and  lies. 
 They  watch  my  feet  with  envious  eyes, 
 They  tempt  my  foul  to  fnares  and  fin  : 
 Yet  thy  commands  I  ne'er  decline. 
 
 Ver.   161,  78. 
 S  They  hate  me,  Lord,  without  a  caufe, 
 They  hate  to  fee  me  love  thy  laws ; 
 But  I  will  truft  and  fear  thy  name, 
 Till  pride  and  malice  die  with  fhame. 
 
 -r     „..  P  S  A  L  M     CXIX.     Laftparr. 
 SahSifieJ  affliftions ;  or,  Delight  in  the  zvordof%God 
 Ver.    67,  50. 
 
 1  Tp  ATHER  I  blefs  thy  gentle  hand; 
 X  How  kind  was  thy  chailifing  rod, 
 That  fore'd  my  confeience  to  a  ftand, 
 
 And  brought  my  wand  "ring  foul  to  God  ! 
 
 2  Foolim  and  vain,   I  went  aftray, 
 
 Ere  I  had  felt  thy  fcourges,  Lord, 
 I  left  my  guide,  and  loft  my  way  : 
 
 But  now  I  love  and  keen  thy  word 
 Ver.  fi. 
 
 3  'Tis  good  for  me  to  wear  the  yoke, 
 ._.    For  Pride  is  2P^  to  rife  and  fwell  ; 
 '  I  is  good  to  bear  my  father's  ftroke, 
 
 That  I  might  learn  his  ftatutes  well. 
 Ver.  72. 
 
 4  The  laws  that  iffues  from  thy  mouth 
 
 Shall  raife  my  cheerful  paffions  more 
 lnan  all  the  treafures  of  the  fouth, 
 Or  richeft  hills  of  golden  ore, 
 
 .5  Thy  hands  have  mad«   my  mortal  frame, 
 Thy  fpint  form'd  my  foul  within  • 
 Teach  me  to  know  thy  wond'rous  name, 
 And  guard  me  fafe  from  death  and  fin. 
 
 6  Then  all  that  love  and  fear  th?Lord 
 At  my  falvation  (hall  rejoice ; 
 Tor  I  have  trufted  in  thy  word, 
 
 And  made  thy  grace  my  only  choice, 
 
230  f    S   A    L    M    S. 
 
 P  S  A  L  M     CXX.     Common  Metre. 
 
 Complaint  cfquarrelfome  neighbours;  or.  a  devout  voifli for  peace c 
 x   ^HOU  God  of  love,  thou  ever-bleft, 
 JL     Pity  my  fuff'iirgftate; 
 When  wilt  thou  fet  my  foul  at  reft; 
 From  lips  that  love  deceit  ? 
 a  Hard  lot  of  mine !  My  days  are  caft 
 Among  the  fons  of  ftrife, 
 Whofe  never-ceafing  quarrels  wade 
 My  golden  hours  of  life. 
 
 3     O  might  I  fly  to  change  my  place, 
 How  would  I  choTeto  dwell 
 In  fome  wide  louefome  wild  erne  fs 
 And  leave  thefe  gates  of  hell ! 
 
 3   Peace  is  the  blefiing  that  I  feek, 
 How  lovely  are  its  charms ! 
 I  am  for  peace  ;  but  when  I  fpeak, 
 They  all  declare  for  arms. 
 
 5  New  paflions  dill  their  fouls  engage, 
 And  keep  their  malice  ftrong  : 
 What  fhall  be  done  to  curb  thy  rage, 
 O  thou  devouringtongue! 
 "/  Should  burning  arrows  fmite  thee  thro' 
 Strict  juflice  would  approve  ; 
 But  I  would  rather  fpare  my  foe, 
 And  melt  his  heart  with  love. 
 
 PSALM    CXXI.     long  Metre. 
 
 Divine  proteBion. 
 1   T  TP  to  the  hills  I  lift  mine  eyes, 
 
 V_J    Th'  eternal  hills  beyond  the  fkies  ; 
 Thence  all  her  help  my  foul  derives ; 
 There  my  almighty  refuge  lives. 
 Si  He  lives ;  the  everlafting  God, 
 
 That  built  the  world,  that  fpread  the  flood  ; 
 The  heav'ns,  with  all  their  hoft,   he  made, 
 And  the  dark  regions  of  the  dead. 
 
PSALMS. 
 
 S  He  guides  our  feet,  he  guards  our  way  • 
 His  morning  fmilesadorn  the  day 
 He  fpreadsthc  ev'ningveil,  and  keeps 
 The  filent  hours  while  Ifrael  fleeps, 
 
 4  Ifrael,  a  name  divinely  bleft    > 
 May  rife  fecure,  fecurelyreft; 
 ihy  holy  guardian's  wakeful  eyes 
 Admit  no  ilumber,  nor  furprife. 
 
 5  No  fun  mill  fmite  thy  head  by  dav 
 
 S°Vm  £aIf moon  with  flckiy  raV 
 
 Shall  blaft  thy  couch  ;  no  baleful  Lt 
 Uarts  his  malignant  fire  fo  far. 
 
 6  Su  "5?  *nd  hdl  wkh  ma^e  bur*, 
 Still  thou  fhall  go  and  ftill  return  •  ' 
 Safe  in  the  Lord !  his  heavmly  care 
 Defends  thy  life  from  ev'ryfnare 
 
 7  On  thee  foul  fpirits  have  no  power: 
 And  in  thy  laft  departing  hour 
 Angels  that  trace  the  airy  road, 
 Shall  bear  thee  homeward  to  thy  God. 
 
 PSALM    CXXI      Common  Met,e 
 in  u      fTefervatt°n  h  day  and  m?h 
 ^Oheav'n     fift         waitf  ^ 
 
 Th.  I  T5erueal|my  h°Pes  are  laid I: 
 The  Lord  that  built  the  earth  and  fci-. 
 Is  my  perpetual  aid. 
 
 2  Their  ftedfaft  feet  fhall  never  fall, 
 
 His  ear  attends  the  fofteft  caII  "  '       . 
 His  eyes  can  never  fleep  ' 
 
 3HeWwSiDOUrweakeft  Pavers 
 And  watch  0ur  moft  unguarde  h 
 
 Againftfurprifinghfrrn      dWs 
 4  Ifi-aelrejoice,  and  reft  fccure 
 
 „•     T7rkfPeristheLord' 
 His  wakerul  eves  employ  hi3-pow^ 
 F«  thine  eternal  guard    P        ' 
 
 Z3Q 
 
•J^O  PSALMS. 
 
 5  Not  (torching  fun,  nor  hckly  mocn, 
 Shall  have  its  leave  to  finite  : 
 He  fhields  thy  head  from  burning  noon, 
 From  blading  damps  at  night. 
 3  He  guards  thy  foul,  he  keeps  thy  breath 
 Where  thickeil  dangers  come  : 
 Go  and  return,  fecurelrom  death, 
 Till  God  commands  thee  home. 
 
 PSALM     CXXI.    As  the  148th  Pfalia, 
 God  ou.rprefen<er. 
 1  T  TPWARD  I  lift  mine  eyes, 
 KJ      From  God  is  all  my  aid  ; 
 The  God  that  built  the  fkies, 
 
 And  earth  and  nature  made  ; 
 
 God  is  the  tower 
 To  which  I  flie  : 
 His  grace  is  nigh 
 In  ev'ry  hour. 
 s  My  feet  fhall  never  Aide, 
 
 And  fail  in  fatal  ihares, 
 Since  God,   my  guard  and  guide, 
 Defends  me  from  my  fear?, 
 
 Thofe  wakeful  eyes, 
 That  never  fleep, 
 Shall  Ifrael  keep, 
 When  dangers  life. 
 
 3  No  burning  heats  by  day, 
 
 Nor  blafts  of  evening  air, 
 §hall  take  my  health  away, 
 
 If  God  be  with  me  there  : 
 
 Thotuart  my  fun, 
 And  thou  my  fhade, 
 To  guard  my  head 
 
 By  night  of- noon. 
 
 4  Haft  thou  not  given  thy  word ' 
 
 Tofave  mylouhfrom  death! 
 And  I  can  truft  my  Lord 
 
 .  To  keep  my  mortal  breath  5 
 I'll  go  and  come,  ^ 
 
 Nor  fear  to  die,_ 
 'Till  from  on  high 
 Thou  call  me  home, 
 
PSALMS.  24J 
 
 PSALM    CXXIL    Common  Metre 
 
 H 
 
 Going  to  church. 
 OW  did  my  heart  rejoice  to  hear 
 My  friends  devoutly  fay,  • 
 <!   In  Zion  let  us  all  appear, 
 
 "  And  keep  the  lolemn  day." 
 
 2  I  love  the  gates,  I  love  the  road  ; 
 
 The  church,  adorn'd  with  grace, 
 Stands  like  a  palace  built  for  God, 
 To  {hew  his  milder  face. 
 
 3  Up  to  her  courts,  with  joy  unknown, 
 
 The  holy  tribes  repair  ; 
 The  fon  of  David  holds  his  throne, 
 And  fits  in  judgment  there. 
 
 4  He  hears  our  praifes  and  complaints ; 
 
 An<d,  while  his  awful  voice 
 Divides  the  finners  from  the  faints, 
 We  tremble  and  rejoice. 
 
 5  Peace  be  within  this  facred  place, 
 
 And  joy  a  conftant  gueft ! 
 With  holy  gifts  and  heavenly  grace 
 Be  her  attendants  bleft  ! 
 
 6  My  foul  fhall  pray  for  Zion  ftill, 
 
 While  life  or  breath  remains; 
 There  my  beft  friends,  my  kindred  dwell, 
 There  God  my  Saviour  reigns. 
 PSALM    CXXII.    Proper  tufee. 
 Going  to  Church. 
 
 1  T  TOW  pleas'd  and  blefs'd  was  I, 
 —        XX  To  hear  the  people  cry, 
 
 ,;  Come,  let  us  feek  our  God  to-day  V3 
 Yes — with  a  chearful  zeal 
 We  hafte  to  Zion's  hill, 
 And  there  our  vows  and  honour  pay. 
 
 2  Zion,  thrice  happy  place, 
 Adorn'd  with  wondrous  grace, 
 
 And  walls  of  ftrength  embrace  thee  round  ; 
 In  thee  our  tribes  appear 
 To  pray,  and  praile,  and  hear 
 The  facred  gofpel's  joyful  found. 
 
24'2  PSALMS, 
 
 3  There  David's  greateft  fori 
 Has  fix'd  his  royal  throne, 
 
 He  fits  for  grace  and  judgment  there  ; 
 
 He  bids  the  faints  be  glad, 
 
 He  makes  the  hnnerfad, 
 And  humble  fouls  rejoice  with  fear. 
 
 4  May  peace  attend  thy  gate, 
 And  joy  within  thee  wait 
 
 To  blefs  the  foul  of  ev'iy  gueft  ; 
 
 The  man  that  feeks  thy  peace^ 
 
 And  wifhes  thine  increafe, 
 A  thoufandbleffings  on  him  reit  i 
 
 5  My  tongue  repeats  her  vows, 
 
 "   Pe.ce  to  this  facred  houfe!'' 
 V  For  here  my  friends  and  kindred  dwell : 
 "  And  fince  my  glorious  God 
 "  Makes  thee  his  bleft  abode, 
 "  My  foul  fhall  ever  love  thee  well." 
 
 Repeat  the  ^thjlanza  to  complete  the  tune. 
 
 P  S  A  S  M     CXXlil.     Common  Metre. 
 
 Pleading  withjubmijfion. 
 
 1  f~\  THOU  whofe  grace  and  juftice  reign 
 V_>/  Enthron'd  above  the  fkies, 
 
 To  thee  our  hearts  would  tell  their  pain, 
 To  thee  we  lift  our  eyes. 
 
 2  As  fervants  watch  their  matter's  hand, 
 
 And  fear  the  angry  ftroke; 
 
 Or  maids  before  their  miftrefs  ftand> 
 
 And  waits  a  peaceful  look  ; 
 
 3  So  for  our  fins,  wejuftlyfeel 
 
 Thy  difcipline,  O  God  ; 
 
 Yet  wait  the  gracious  moment  ftili, 
 
 'Till  thou  remove  the  rid. 
 
 4  Thofe  that  in  wealth  and  pleafure  live, 
 
 Our  daily  groans  deride, 
 And  thy  delays  of  mercy  give 
 
 Frefh  courage  to  their  pride. 
 
 5  Our  foes  infuk  us,  but  our  hope 
 
 In  thy  compattion  lies  ; 
 This  thought  fhall  bear  our  fpirits  up 
 That  God  will  net  defpile. 
 
M    S. 
 
 PSALM     CXXIV.    Common  Metre. 
 God  gives  vi&ory. 
 
 H 
 
 When  hofts  againft  us  rofe, 
 Difplay'd  his  vengeance  from  above, 
 And  crufh'd  the  conquering  foes, 
 
 2  Their  armies,  like  a  raging  flood, 
 
 Had  fwept  the  guardlefs  land, 
 
 Deftroy'd  on  earth  his  bleft  abode, 
 
 And  'whelm'd  our  feeble  land. 
 
 3  But  fare  beneath  his  fpreading  fhield 
 
 His  fons  fecurely  reft, 
 Defy  the  dangers,  of  the  field, 
 
 And  bare  the  fearlefs  breaft. 
 
 4  And  now  our  fouls  (hall  blefs  the  Lord, 
 
 Who  broke  the  deadly  fnare; 
 Who  fav'd  us  from  the  murd'ring  fword, 
 And  made  our  lives  his  care. 
 
 5  Our  help  is  in  Jehovah's  name, 
 
 Who  form'd  the  heav'ns  above  ; 
 He  that  fupgprts  their  wond'rous  frame, 
 Can  guard  his  church  by  love. 
 
 PSALM   CXXV.    Common  Metre. 
 'The  faint's  trial  andfafety, 
 i  T  TNSHAKEN  as  the  facred  hill, 
 \U    And  firm,  as  mountains  Hand, 
 Firm,  as  a  rock,  the  foul  fhall  reft, 
 That  trufts'th'  almighty  hand. 
 
 2  Not  walls  nor  hills  could  guard  fo  well, 
 
 Old  Salem's  happy  ground, 
 As  thofe  eternal  arms  of  love , 
 That  ev'ry  faint  furround. 
 
 3  While  tyrants  are  a  fmarting  fcdurge, 
 
 To  drive  them  near  to  <Jod, 
 Divine  compaflion  will  affuage 
 The  fury  of  the  rod. 
 
 4  Deal  gently,  Lord,  with  fouls  fincere,- 
 
 And  lead  them  fafely  on  ,  .  oLwQ 
 
 To  the  bright  gates  of  paradife, 
 
 Where  Cnrift  the  Lord  is  gonjp, 
 
244  PSALMS. 
 
 5  But  if  we  ttace  thofe  crooked  ways 
 That  the  old  ferpent  drew, 
 The  wrath  that  drove  him  firft  to  hell 
 Shall  (mite  his  followers  too. 
 P  S  A  L  M    CXXV.    Short  Metre. 
 Tkef&int* s  trial  and  firety  ;  or,  Moderated  ajflictions. 
 i   T7IRM  and  unmov'cl  are  they 
 J?    That  reft  their  fouls  on  God  ; 
 Firm  as  the  mount  where  David  dwelt) 
 Or  where  the  ark  abode. 
 
 2  As  mountains  flood  to  guard 
 
 The  city's  facred  ground, 
 So  God  and  his  almighty  love 
 Embrace  his  faints  around. 
 
 3  What  though  the  Father's  rod 
 
 Drop  a  charting  ftroke, 
 Yet,  left  it  wound  their  fouls  too  deep, 
 Its  fury  fhall  be  broke. 
 
 4  Deal  gently,  Lord,  with  thofe 
 
 Whofe  faith  and  pious  fear ; 
 
 Whofe  hope  and  love,  and  ev'ry  grace, 
 
 Proclaim  their  hearts  fincere. 
 
 5  Nor  fhall  the  tyrant's  rage 
 
 Too  long  opprefs  the  faint ; 
 The  God  of  Ifrael  will  fupport 
 His  children,  left  they  taint. 
 
 6  But  if  our  flavifh  fear 
 
 Will  chufe  the  road  to  hell, 
 We  muft  expeft  our  portion  there, 
 Where  bolder  finnefs  dwell. 
 
 PSALM    CXXV  I.    Long  Metre. 
 Surprijirig  deliverance. 
 j  "TTTKEN  God  reitor'd  our  captive  ftate, 
 
 VV    Joy  was  our  fong,  and  grace  our  theme  J 
 The  grace  beyond  our  hopes  fo  great, 
 That  joy  appear'd  a  pleafmg  dream. 
 x  The  fcoffer  owns  thy  hand,  and  pays 
 Unwilling  honours  to  thy  name  ; 
 While  we  with  pleafure  ihout  thy  praife, 
 With  cheerful  notes  thy  lsve  proclaim, 
 
P    S    A.    L    M    S. 
 
 3  When  we  review  our  difmal  fears, 
 
 'Twas  hard  to  think  they'll  vanifh  fo  ; 
 With  God  we  left  our  flowing  tears, 
 
 He  makes  our  joys  like  rivers  flow. 
 
 4  The  man  that  in  his  furrowed  field, 
 
 His  fcatter'd  feed  with  fadnefs  leaves3 
 Will  fhout  to  fee  the  harveft  yield 
 
 A  welcome  load  of  joyful  lh eaves. 
 
 PSALM     CXXVI.    Common  Metre. 
 
 The  joy  of  a  remarkable  converfwn  ;    or,    Melancholy 
 re?noved. 
 
 i   TT7HEN  God  revcal'd  his  gracious  name; 
 V  V     And  chang'd  my  mournful  ftate, 
 My  rapture  feem'd  a  pleafing  dream, 
 The  grace  appear'd  fo  great. 
 •2  The  world  beheld  the  glorious  change, 
 And  did  thy  hand  confefs  ; 
 My  tongue  broke  out  in  unknown  [trains, 
 And  fung  furprifing  grace. 
 
 3  "  Great  is  the  work,'*  my  neighbours  cry'd. 
 
 And  own'd  the  pow'r  divine  : 
 "  Great  is  the  work,"  my  heart  rcply'd, 
 "  And  be  the  glory  thine." 
 
 4  The  Lord  can  clear  the  darkeft  fkies, 
 
 Can  give  us  day  for  night ; 
 Make  drops  of  facred  forrbw  rife 
 To  rivers  of  delight. 
 
 5  Let  thofe  that  fow  in  fadnefs  wait 
 
 'Till  the  fair  harveft  come, 
 They  (hall  confefs  their  (heaves  are  great, 
 And  fhout  the  bleffings  home. 
 
 6  Though  feed  liebury'd  long  in  duft, 
 
 It  (han't  deceive  their  hope  ! 
 The  precious  grain  can  ne'er  be  loft. 
 For  grace  infures  the  crop. 
 
 245  \ 
 
346  PSALMS.. 
 
 PSALM     CXXVII.    Long  Metre. 
 The  bkffmgs  of  God  on  the  bufinefs  and  comforts  of  life. 
 
 1  TF  God  fucceed  not,  all  the  coil 
 
 J.   And  pains  to  build  the  houfe  are  loft  i 
 
 If  God  the  city  will  not  keep, 
 
 The  watchful  guards  as  well  may  fleep, 
 
 2  What  though  we  rife  before  the  fun, 
 And  work  and  toil  when  day  is  done, 
 Careful  and  fparing  eat  our  bread, 
 
 To  fhun  that  poverty  we  dread. 
 
 3  'T^s  all  in  vain,  'till  God  hath  blefs'd  ; 
 He  can  make  rich,  yet  give  us  reft  ; 
 On  God,  our  fov' reign,  ftill  depends 
 Our  joy  in  children  and  in  friends. 
 
 4  Happy  the  man  to  whom  he  fends 
 Obedient  children,  faithful  friends  : 
 How  fweet  our  daily  comforts  prove 
 When  they  are  feafon'd  with  his  love  ! 
 
 PSALM     CXXVII.  Common  Metre. 
 God  all  in  all. 
 
 z   TF  God  to  build  the  houfe  deny, 
 _L  The  builders  work  in  vain  ; 
 And  towns,  without  his  wakeful  eye, 
 An  ufelefs  watch  maintain. 
 
 5  Before  the  morning  beams  arife, 
 
 Your  painful  work  renew, 
 And  till  the  ftars  afcend  the  fkies 
 Your  tirefome  toil  purfue. 
 
 3  Short  be  your  fleep,  and  courfe  your  fare  j 
 
 In  vaia  'till  God  has  blefs'd  ; 
 But  if  his  fmiles  attend  your  care, 
 You  fhall  have  food  and  reft. 
 
 4  Nor  children,  relatives,  nor  friends^ 
 
 Shall  real  bleffmgs  pro-/-, 
 
 £Tor  all  the  earthly  joys  he  fcnds3 
 
 If  fent  without  his  love. 
 
PSALMS.  247 
 
 PSALM     CXXVIII.    Common  Metre. 
 
 Family  b'ujjings. 
 
 1  f~\  HAPPY  man,  vvhofe  foul  is  fill'd 
 V^l  With  zeal  and  rev'rend  awe  ! 
 
 His  lips  to  God  their  honours  yield, 
 Kis  life  adorns  the  law. 
 
 2  A  careful  providence  fhall  ftand 
 
 And  ever  guard  thy  head, 
 Shall  on  the  labours  of  thy  hand 
 Its  kindly  bleflings  Ihed. 
 
 3  Thy  wife  fhall  be  a  fruitful  vine  ; 
 
 Thy  children,    round  thy  board, 
 Each  like  a  plant  of  honour  ihine, 
 And  learn  to  fear  the  Lord, 
 
 4  The  Lord  fhall  thy  beft  hopes  fulfil 
 
 For  months  and  years  to  come  ; 
 The  Lord  who  dwells  on  Zion's  hill 
 Shall  fend  thee  bleflings  home. 
 
 5  This  is  the  man  whofe  happy  eyes 
 
 Shall  fee  his  hOufe  increafe, 
 Shall  fee  the  finking  church  arife, 
 Then  leave  the  world  in  peace. 
 
 PSALM     CXXIX.    Common  Metre. 
 Perfecutors  punijlied. 
 1  T  TP  from  my  youth,  may  Ifrael  fay^ 
 V_j    Have  I  been  nurs'd  in  tears ; 
 My  griefs  were  conftant  as  the  day, 
 And  tedious  as  the  years. 
 
 6  Up  from  my  youth  I  bore  the  rage 
 
 Of  all  the  fons  of  ftrife  ; 
 Oft  they  affail'd  my  riper  age, 
 But  God  preferv'd  my  life. 
 
 3  O'er  all  my  frame  their  cruel  dart 
 
 Its  painful  wounds  imprefs'd  ; 
 Hourly  they  vex'd  my  fainting  heart. 
 Nor  let  my  forrows  reft. 
 
 4  The  Lord  grew  angry :6h  his  throne, 
 
 And,  with  impartial  eye./ 
 Meafu»'d  the  rhifdhie'fs  tbey:  had  doney  -*'  " 
 Then  let  his  arrows  fly. -:  -    '     : 
 
248  PSALMS. 
 
 5  How  was  their  infoierre  furpris'd, 
 
 To  hear  his  thunders  roll! 
 'And  all  the  foes  of  Zion  feiz'd 
 With  horror  to  the  foul. 
 
 6  Thus  (hall  the  men  that  hate  the  faints 
 
 Beblafted  from  the  fky  ; 
 Their  glory  fades,  their  courage  faints, 
 Ax:d  all  their  profpecls  die. 
 [7  What  though  they  flourish  tall  and  fair, 
 The-/  have  no  root  beneath  ; 
 Their  growth  {hall  oerifh  in  defpair, 
 And  lie  deipis'd  in  death.] 
 [8  So  corn  that  on  the  houfe-top  (lands, 
 No  hope  pf  harveft  gives  ; 
 The  reaper  ne'er  fhall  fill  his  hands, 
 Nor  binder  fold  the  {heaves.] 
 
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 PSALM     CXXX.     Common   Metro. 
 Pardoning  grace. 
 UT  of  the  deeps  of  long  diftrefs, 
 
 The  borders  of  defpair, 
 I  fent  my  cries  to  feek  thy  grace, 
 My  groans  to  move  thine  ear. 
 
 2  Great  God,  fhould  thy  feverer  eye, 
 
 And  thine  impartial  hand, 
 Mark  and  revenge  iniquity, 
 
 No  mortal  fkfh  could  {land. 
 
 3  But  there  are  pardons  with  my  God 
 
 For  crimes  of  high  degree; 
 Thy  Son  has  bought  them  with  his  blood 
 To  alraw  us  near  to  thee. 
 [4  I  wait  for  thy  falvation,  Lord, 
 With  flrong  defires  I  wait ; 
 My  foul,  invited  by  thy  word, 
 '  Stands  watching  at  thy  gate.] 
 [5  Juft  as  the  guards  that  keep  the  night 
 Long  for  the  morning  fkies, 
 Watch  the  firft  beams  of  breaking  light, 
 And  meet  them  with  their  eyes  ; 
 
PSALMS. 
 
 §  So  waits  my  foul  to  fee  thy  grace, 
 ^    And,  more  intent  than  they, 
 Meets  the  firft  openings  of  thy  face, 
 And  finds  a  brighter  day.] 
 
 7  Then  in  the  Lord  let  Ifrael  truft, 
 
 Let  Ifrael  feek  his  face  ; 
 The  Lord  is  good,  as  well  as  juft, 
 And  plenteous  in  his  grace. 
 
 8  There's  full  redemption  at  his  throne 
 
 For  finners  long  enflav'd  ; 
 The  great  Redeemer  is  his  Son, 
 And  Ifrael  fhail  be  fav'd. 
 
 PSALM    CXXX.    Long  Metre. 
 Pardoning  grace. 
 i   TjTROM  deep  diftrefs  and  troubled  thought^ 
 A     To  thee,    my  God,  I  rais'd  my  cries  ; 
 Jf  thou  feverely  mark  our  faults, 
 No  flefh  can  Hand  before  thine  eyes. 
 
 2  But  thou  haft  built  thy  throne  of  grace 
 Free  to  difpenfe  thy  pardons  there, 
 That  finners  may  approach  thy  face, 
 And  hope,  and  love,  as  well  as  fear. 
 
 3  As  the  benighted  pilgrims  wait, 
 
 And  long,  and  wiih.  for  breaking  day — > 
 So  waits  my  foul  before  thy  gate  ; 
 When  will  my  God  his  face  difplay  ! 
 
 4  My  truft  is  fix'd  upon  thy  word, 
 Nor  fhall  I  truft  thy  word  m  vain  5 
 Let  mourning  fouls  addrefs  the  Lord, 
 And  find  relief  from  all  their  pain. 
 
 5  Great  is  his  love,  and  large  his  grace, 
 Through  the  redemption  of  his  Son  ; 
 He  turns  our  feet  from  finful  ways, 
 And  pardons  what  our  hands  have  done. 
 
 y  S  Ah  M    CXXXL    Common  Me^e, 
 .  Humility  andfubmiflion. 
 l    TS  there  ambition  in  my  heart  ? 
 JL  Search,  gracious  God,  and  fee  i 
 Or,  do  I  act  a  haughty  part  ? 
 Lord;  I  appeal  to  thee. 
 
 249 
 
aO*  *SALMS, 
 
 2  I  charge  my  thoughts,  be  humble  flili, 
 
 And  all  my  carriage  mild, 
 Content,  my  Father,  with  thy  will, 
 And  peaceful  as  a  child. 
 
 3  The  patient  foul,  the  lowly  mind, 
 
 Shall  have  a  large  reward  ; 
 
 Let  faints  in  farrow  Tie  refign'd, 
 
 And  truft  a  faithful  Lord. 
 
 PSALM    CXXXIL    ver.  5,  13— x8.   Long  Metre. 
 
 At  the  fettlement  of  a  church;  or.  The  ordination  of  a  m~ 
 
 nifier. 
 
 1  TT  THERE  (hall  we  go  to  feek  and  find 
 
 V  V     An  habitation  for  our  God  ? 
 A  dwelling  for  th'  eternal  mind, 
 
 Among  the  fons  of  fiefh  and  blood  ? 
 
 2  The  God  of  Jacob  chofe  the  hill, 
 
 Of  Zion  for  his  ancient  reft  ; 
 And  Zion  is  his  dwelling  ftill, 
 
 His  church  is  with  his  prefence  bleft. 
 
 3  "  Here  I  will  fix  my  gracious  throne, 
 
 ';  And  reign  for  ever,"  faith  the  Lord; 
 "  Here  mall  my  pow'r  and  love  be  known, 
 "  And  bleffings  fhall  attend  my  word. 
 
 4  "  Here  will  I  meet  the  hungry  poor, 
 
 "  And  fill  their  fouls  with  living  bread  ; 
 "  Sinners,  that  wait  before  my  door, 
 
 "  With-  fweet  provifions  fhall  be  fed. 
 
 5  "  Girded  with  truth,  and  cloath'd  with  grace, 
 
 "  My  priefts,  my  minifters,  fhall  fhine  : 
 <{  Not  Aaron,  in  his  coftly  drefs, 
 
 "  Appears  fo  glorious  and  divine. 
 
 6  "  The  faints,  unable  to  contain 
 
 "  Their  inward  joys,  fhall  fhout  and  fing; 
 "  The  Son  of  David  here  fhall  reign, 
 
 "  And  Zion  triumph  in  her  king.'-* 
 £7  Jefus  fhall  fee  a  num'rous  feed 
 
 Born  here,  t'  uphold  his  glorious  name ; 
 His  crown  fhall  flourifh  on  his  head, 
 
 White  all  his  foes  are  cloath'd  with^iame.] 
 
PSALM 
 
 *5* 
 
 PSALM        CXXXTf.     ver.     4,  5,  7,  8,  15,-17. 
 Common  Metre. 
 
 A  church  ejlablijhed. 
 
 [1    XTO  fleep  nor  flumber  to  his  eyes 
 
 IN    Good  David  would  aiTord, 
 
 *Till  he  had  found  below  the  fides 
 
 A  dwelling  forthe  Lord. 
 
 2  The  Lord  in  Zion  plac'd  his  name, 
 
 His  ark  was  fettled  there  : 
 And  there  th'  aiTembled  nations  came 
 To  worfhip  thrice  a  year, 
 
 3  We  trace  no  more  thofe  toilfome  ways. 
 
 Nor  wander  far  abroad  ; 
 Where'er  thy  people  meet  for  praife, 
 There  is  a  houfe  for  God.] 
 
 PAUSE. 
 
 4  Arife,  O  King  of  grace,  arife, 
 
 And  enter  to  thy  reft, 
 Lo  !  thy  church  waits  with  longing  eyes. 
 Thus  to  be  own'd  and  blefs'd. 
 
 5  Enter  with  all  thy  glorious  train, 
 
 Thy  fpirit  and  thy  word  ; 
 All  that  the  ark  did  once  contain 
 Could  no  fuch  grace  afford. 
 
 6  Here,  mighty  God,  accept  cur  vows, 
 
 Here  let  thy  praife  be  fpread  ; 
 Blefs  the  proviiions  of  thy  houfe. 
 And  fill  thy  poor  with  bread. 
 
 7  Here  let  the  fon  of  David  reign, 
 
 Let  God's  anointed  fhine  : 
 Juftice  and  truth  his  court  maintain, 
 
 With  love  and  pow'r  divine. 
 3  Here  let  him  hold  a  lafting  throne  ; 
 
 And  as  his  kingdom  growsj. 
 Frefh  honours  fhall  adorn  his  crown3 
 
 And  fhame  confound  his  foes, 
 
2£2  PSALMS. 
 
 P  S  A  L  M     CXXXIII.     Comjnon    Wfrrtl 
 
 Brotherly  love. 
 
 1  T    O!  what  an  entertaining  fight 
 
 A.  J  Thofe  friendly  breth'ren  p?nve, 
 Whofe  cheerful  hearts  in  bands  unite 
 Of  harmony  and  love. 
 
 2  Where  {beams  of  blifs  from  Chrnl  the  fpiing 
 
 Defcend  to  ev'ry  foul, 
 And  heav'nly  peace  with  balmy  wing 
 Shades  and  bedews  the  whole  ; 
 
 3  'Tis  like  the  oil  divinely  fweet 
 
 On  Aaron's  rev'rend  head, 
 The  trickling  drops  perfum'd  his  feet, 
 And  o'er  his  garments  fpread. 
 
 4  'Tis  pleafant  as  the  morning  dews 
 
 That  fall  on  Zion's  hill, 
 Where  God  his  mildeft  glory  fhews, 
 And  makes  his  grace  diftil. 
 
 PSALM      CXXXIII.     Short    Metre. 
 
 Communion  of  faints  ;  or,  Love  and  zcorjkip'  in  afamii 
 
 1  T>  LESS'D  are  the  fons  of  peace, 
 JD  Whofe  hearts  and  hopes  are  one, 
 Whofe  kind  defigns  to  ferve  and  pleafe 
 
 Through  all  their  actions  run. 
 
 2  Blefs'd  is  the  pious  houfe 
 
 Where  zeal  and  friendship  meet, 
 Their  fongs  of  praife,  their  mingled  vows, 
 Make  their  communion  fweet. 
 
 3  Thus,  when  on  Aaron's  head 
 
 They  pour'd  the  rich  perfume, 
 The  oil  through  all  his  raiment  fpread, 
 And  pleafure  fiil'd  the  room. 
 4  Thus  on  the  heav'nly   hills 
 The  faints  are  blefs'd  a 
 Where  joy,  like  morning  dew.  difjitej 
 And  all  the  air   is  lovs. 
 
PSALM    5.  253 
 
 PSALM     CXXXIII.      As  the   i22d  Pfalm, 
 The  bkjfings  of 'friend/hip. 
 OW  pleafant  'tis  to  fee- 
 
 H 
 
 Kindled  and  friends  agree, 
 Each  in  his  proper  ftation  move, 
 And  each  fulfil  his  part 
 With  fympathifing  heart, 
 In  all  the  cares  of  life  and  love. 
 a  'Tis  like  an  ointment  fhed 
 
 On  Aaron's  facred  head, 
 Divinely  rich,  divinely  fweet ; 
 The  oil  through  all  the  room 
 Diffus'd  a  choice  perfume, 
 Ran  thro'  his  robes,  and  blefs'd  his  feet. 
 3  Like  fruitful  fnowers  of  rain 
 That  water  all  the  plain, 
 Defcending  from  the  neighbouring  hills  I 
 Such  ilreams  of  pleafure  roll 
 Thro'  ev'ry  friendly  foul, 
 Where  love  like  heav'nly  dew  diftils. 
 
 Repeat  the  ftjiftdnza  to  complete  the  tune, 
 
 PSALM     CXXXIV„    Common  Metre. 
 Daily  and,  nightly  devotions. 
 
 1  "V/"E  that  obey   th'  immortal  king,       * 
 
 JL     Attend  his  holy  place; 
 Bow  to  the  glories  of  nis  pow'r, 
 
 And  blefs  his  wondrous  grace. 
 
 2  Lift  up  your  hands  by  morning  light, 
 
 And  fend  your  foul  on  high  ; 
 .Rarfe  your  admiring  thought  by  night 
 Above  the  ftarry  fky. 
 
 3  The  God  of  Zion  cheers  our  hearts 
 
 With  rays  of  quick'ning  grace; 
 The  God  that  fpr.eads  the  heav'ns  abroad, 
 And  ruk-s  the  fwclling  feas. 
 
2,54  PSALMS. 
 
 P  S  A  L  M     CXXXV.    ver.     i,  4,    14,     19,-21, 
 
 Firft  part.     Long  Metre. 
 
 The  church  is  God's  houfe  and  care. 
 
 1  T>RAISE  ye  the  Lord,  exalt  his  name, 
 JL  While  in  his  earthly  courts  ye  wait, 
 Ye  faints  that  to  his  houfe  belong, 
 
 Or  {land  attending  at  his  gate. 
 
 2  Praife  ye  the  Lord,  the  Lord  is  good  ; 
 
 To  praife  his  name  is  fweet  employ  ; 
 Ifrael  he  chofe  of  old,  and  (till 
 
 His  church  is  his  peculiar  joy. 
 
 3  The  Lord  himfelf  will  judge  his  faints  ; 
 
 He  treats  his  fervants  as  his  friends; 
 And  when  he  hears  their  fore  complaints, 
 Repents  the  forrows  that  he  fends. 
 
 4  Through  ev'ry  age  the  Lord  declares 
 
 His  name,  and  breaks  th'  oppreffor's  rod ; 
 Ke  gives  his  fuffering  fervants  reft, 
 
 And  will  be  known  th'   Almighty  God. 
 
 5  Blefs  ye  the  Lord,  who  tafie  his  love, 
 
 People  and  priefts  exalt  his  name: 
 Amongft  his  faints  he  ever  dwells; 
 His  church  is  his  Jerufalem. 
 
 PSALM     CXXXV.  ver.  5,-12.  Second   Part. 
 
 The  works  of  creation,  providence,  redemption  of  Ifrael,  and 
 dejlruclion  of  enemies. 
 
 1  /">  RE  AT  is  the  Lord,  exalted  high 
 
 VJT  Above  all  powers  and  every  throne  ;    - 
 Whate'er  he  plcafe  in  earth  and  fea, 
 
 Or  heav'n  or  hell,  his  hand  hath  dene. 
 
 2  At  his  command  the  vapours  rife, 
 
 The  light'nings  flam,  the  thunders  roar  ; 
 He  pours  the  rain,  he  brings  the  wind 
 And  tempeft  from  his  arty  flore. 
 
 3  'Twas  he  thofe  dreadful  tokens  fent, 
 
 O  Egypt,  thro'   thy  ftubbom  land ; 
 When  all  thy  fuft-bord,  beafts  and  men, 
 Fell  dead  by  his  avenging  hand 
 
4  What  mighty  nations,  mighty  kings 
 
 He  ilew.  and  their  whole  country  crave 
 To  Ifrael,    whom  his  hand  redeem'd, 
 -     No  more  to  be  proud  Pharaoh's  flave ! 
 
 5  Kis  power  the  fame,  the  fame  his  grace, 
 
 That  faves  us  from  the  hofts  of  hell : 
 And  heav 'n  he  gives  us  to  poffefs. 
 Whence  thofe  apoftate  angels  fell. 
 
 PSALM     CXXXV.     Common  Metre. 
 Praife  due  to  God,   and  not  to  idols. 
 
 1  A   WAKE,  ye  faints — To  praife  your  King 
 ±\.  Your  fweeteftpaffions  raife; 
 
 Your  pious  pleasure,  while  you  ling, 
 Increafingwith  the  praife. 
 
 2  Great  is  the  Lord;  and~works  unknowa 
 
 Are  his  divine  employ  : 
 But  ftill  his  faints  are  near  his  throne, 
 His  treafure  and  his  joy, 
 
 3  Heav'n,  earthy  and  fea  confefs  his  hand  ; 
 
 He  bids  the  vapours  rife; 
 Light'ning  and  fiorm,   at  his  command, 
 Sweep  thro' the  founding  fkics. 
 
 4  All  power  that  Gods  or  kings  have  claim'd 
 
 Is  found  with  him  alone: 
 But  heathen  godsfhould  ne'er  be  nam'd 
 Where  our  Jehovah's  known, 
 g  Which  of  the  flocks  and  (tones  they  truft 
 ■  Can  give  them  mowers  of  rain  ? 
 In  vain  they  worfhip  glittering  duft, 
 And  pray  to  God  in  vain. 
 
 [6  Their  gods  have  tongues  that  fpeechiefs  prove, 
 Such  as  their  makers  gave  : 
 Their  feet  were  never  form'd  to  move} 
 Nor  hands  have  power  to  fave. 
 7  Blind  are  their  eyes,  their  ears  are  deaf, 
 Nor  hear  when  mortals  pray ; 
 Mortals,  that  wait  for  their  relief, 
 
 Are  blind  and  deaf  as  they.]        ,.       ^ 
 
ZtjS  P    S    A     I.    M    S, 
 
 8  Ye  nations,  know  the  living  God, 
 Serve  him  with  faith  and  fear  ; 
 He  makes  the  churches  his  abode, 
 And  claims  your  honours  there. 
 
 PSALM     CXXXVI.     Common  Metre. 
 
 Cod's  wonders  of  creation,  providence,  redemption   of  I] rael ', 
 
 and  fall  at  ion  of  his  people. 
 i    f~^  IVE  thanks  to  God,  the  fov'reign  Lord  ; 
 VJT    "  Kis  mercies  flill  endure  ;" 
 And  be  the  king  of  Kings  adord, 
 "  His  truth  is  ever  fure." 
 
 2  What  wonders  hath  his  wifdom  done! 
 
 "  How  mighty  is  his  hand!" 
 Heav'n,  earth,  and  fea,  he  fiam'd  alone  ; 
 "  How  wide  is  his  command!'' 
 
 3  The  fun  fupplies  the  day  with  light ; 
 
 "  Ho  v.- bright  his  counfels  fhine!" 
 The  moon  and  ifars  adorn  the  night ; 
 "  His  works  are  all  divine." 
 
 j~4  He  Rruck  the  fons  of  Egvpt  dead  ; 
 "  How  dreadful  is  his  rod  !" 
 And  thence  with  joy,    his  people  led; 
 "  How  gracious  is  our  God!" 
 
 5  He  cleft  the  fwellirtg  fea  in  two; 
 
 ';  His  arm  is  great  in  might ;" 
 
 And  gave  the  tribes  a  paffage  through  ; 
 
 4i  His  pow'r  and  grace  unite." 
 
 6  But  Pharaoh's  army  there  he  drown'd  ; 
 
 '•  How  glorious  are  his  ways  !" 
 And  brought  his  faints  through  defart  ground ! 
 "  Eternal  be  his  praife.*' 
 
 7  Great  monarchs  fell  beneath  his  hand  ; 
 
 "  Victorious  is  his  fword  ;" 
 While  Ifrael  took  the  promis'd  land ; 
 "  And  faithful  is  his  word."] 
 3  He  faw  the  nation  dead  in  fin  ; 
 <l  He  felt  his  pity  move;'' 
 How  fad  the  ftate  the  world  was  in ; 
 "  How  boundlcs  was  his  love!" 
 
P    S    A     L    M    S,  257 
 
 9  He  fentto  fave  us  from  our  woe  ; 
 
 "  His  goodnefs  never  fails  ;" 
 From  death  and  hell,  and  ev'ry  foe  : 
 ':  And  ftill  his  grace  prevails." 
 
 10  Give  thanks  to  God  the  beav'nly  king; 
 
 "  His  mercies  ftill  endure  ;' 
 Let  the  whole  earth  his  praifes  firtg  ; 
 "  His  truth  is  ever  fure." 
 
 P  S  A  L  M     CXXXVI.     as  the  148th  Plaina. 
 p   f^  IVE  thanks  to  God  moft  high, 
 vT  The  univerfal  Lord  ; 
 The  fov'reign  King  of  kings ; 
 And  be  his  grace  ador'd. 
 
 "  His  power  and  grace 
 «:  Are  ftili  the  fame  ; 
 ".  And  let  his  name 
 
 "  Have  endlefs  praife." 
 2  How  mighty  is  his  hand  ! 
 
 What  wondeis  hath  he  done! 
 He  form'd  the  earth  and  feas, 
 And  fpread  the  heav'ns  alone. 
 
 "  Thy  mercy-,   Lord, 
 "  Shall  ftill  endure; 
 "  And  ever  lure 
 
 "  Abides  thy  word." 
 2  His  wifdom  fram'd  the  fun 
 
 To  crown  the  day  with  light ; 
 The  moon  and  twinkling  ftars 
 
 To  cheer  the  darklome  night. 
 
 "  His  pow'r  and  grace 
 <•'  Are  ftill  the  fame; 
 "  And  let  his  name 
 
 "  Have  endlefs  praife." 
 [4  He  fmote  the  firft-born  fons, 
 
 The  flow 'r  of  Egypt,  dead; 
 And  thence  his  chofen  tribes 
 With  joy  and  glory  led. 
 "  Thy  mercy,  Lord, 
 «  Shall  ftill  endure; 
 <;  And  ever  fure 
 
 "  Abides  thy  word/' 
 
050  PSALMS. 
 
 5  His  pow'rand  lifted  rod 
 
 Cleft  the  red  fea  in  two ; 
 And  for  his  people  made 
 
 A  wond'rouspaffege  through. 
 
 "  His  pow'r  and  grace 
 «  Are  ilill  the  fame ; 
 "  And  let  his  name 
 
 "  Have  endlefspraife.'' 
 
 6  But  cruel  Pharaoh  there 
 
 With  all  his  hoft  he  drown'd  ! 
 And  brought  his  Ifrael  fafe 
 
 Through  a  long  defart  ground. 
 
 "  Thy  mercy.  Lord, 
 «'  Shall  fti  11  endure; 
 c;  And  ever  fure 
 
 "  Abides  thy  word." 
 PAUSE. 
 7  The  kings  of  Canaan  fell 
 
 Beneath  his  dreadful  hand; 
 While  his  own  fervanls  took 
 Poffefiion  of  their  land. 
 
 "  His  pow'r  a-nd  grace 
 "  Are  ftil  1  the  fame": 
 {;  And  let  his  name 
 
 ';  Have  endlefs  praife."] 
 S  He  faw  the  nations  lie 
 
 All  perifhing  m  fin, 
 And  pity'd  the  fad  flate 
 
 The  ruin'd  world  was  in. 
 
 "  Thy  mercy,    Lord, 
 "  Shall  fti  11  endure  ; 
 <:  And  ever  fure 
 
 "  Abides  thy  word." 
 *>  He  fent  his  only  Son 
 
 To  fave  us  from  our  woe, 
 From  Satan,  fin,  and  death, 
 And  ev'ry  hurtful  foe. 
 
 "  His  power  and  grace 
 *'  Are  dill  the  fame  ; 
 <•  And  let  his  name 
 ';  Have endkiis praife." 
 
PSALMS.  «J3> 
 
 10  Give  thanks  aloud  to  Gcd, 
 
 To  Go  .1  the  heav'nly  king  : 
 And  let  the  fpacious  earthy 
 His  works  and  glories  Grig. 
 
 rt  Thy  mercy-  Lord, 
 "  Shall  ftill  endure; 
 "  And  ever  fure 
 "  Abides  thy  word. 
 
 PSALM    CXXXVT.    Abridged.^  Long  Metre; 
 i    /"->»  IV E  to  our  God  immortal  praife  ! 
 VJJ  Mercy  and  truth  are  all  his  ways  : 
 "  Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong, 
 *'  Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  Cong. 
 
 2  Give  to  the  Lord  of  lords  renown, 
 The  King  of  kings  with  glory  crown  ; 
 
 "  His  mercies  ever  mail  endure, 
 
 "  When  lords  and  kings  are  known  no  more/' 
 
 3  He  built  the  earth,  he  fpread  the  iky, 
 And  fix'd  the  ftarry  lights  on  liigh  : 
 
 "  Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong, 
 <;  Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  fong. 
 
 4  He  fills  the  fun  with  morning  light, 
 He  bids  the  moon  direct  the  night; 
 
 "  His  mercies  ever  (hall  endure, 
 
 "  When  funs  and  moons  mall  mine  no  more.'" 
 
 5  The  Jews  he  freed  from  Pharaoh's  hand, 
 And  brought  them  to  the  proaiis'd  land; 
 
 "  Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong, 
 '•  Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  fong. 
 
 6  He  faw  the  Gentiles  dead  in  fin, 
 And  felt  his  pity  move  within  ! 
 
 "  His  mercies  ever  (hall  endure, 
 
 l-  When  death  and  fin  .mail  reign  no  more" 
 
 7  He  fent  his  Son  with  power  to  fave 
 From  guilt,  and  darknefs,  and  the  grave. 
 
 "  Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong, 
 "  Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  fong/' 
 
 8  .Thro*  this  vain  world  he  guides  our  feet, 
 
 And  leads  us  to  his  heav'nly  feat  : 
 "  His  mercies  ever  (hall  endure, 
 "  When  this  vain  world  ihali  be  no  more." 
 L 
 
260  PSALMS. 
 
 PSALM     CXXXVIU. 
 
 The  Babylonian  captivity. 
 I     A   LONG  the  banks  where  Babel's  current  flows, 
 JLlu  Our  captive  bandsin  deep  defpondenee  ftray'd, 
 While  Zion's  fall  in  fad  remembrance  rofe, 
 Her  friends,  her  children,  mingled  with  the  dead. 
 %  The  tunelefs  harp,  that  once  with  joy  we  lining, 
 When  praife  employ'd  and  mirth  infpir'd  the  lay, 
 In  mournful  filence  on  the  willows  hung; 
 
 And  growing  grief  prolong' d  the  tedious  day. 
 
 3  The  barbarous  tyrants,  to  encreafe  the  woe, 
 
 With  taunting  fmiles  a  fong  of  Zion  claim; 
 Bid  facred  praife  in  drains  melodious  flow,. 
 
 While  they  bbfrhemethe  great  Jehovah's  name. 
 
 4  But  how,  in  heathen  chains  and  lands  unknown, 
 
 Shall  Ifrael's  fons  a  fong.  of  Zion  raife  ? 
 O  haplefs  Salem,  God's  terreftrial  throne, 
 Thou  laud  of  glory,  facred  mount  of  praife. 
 
 5  If  e'er  my  memory  lofe  thy  lovely  name, 
 
 If  my  cold  heart  neglect  my  kindred  race, 
 Let  dire  deftrucKon  feize  this  guilty  frame; 
 My  hand  (hall  perifh  and  my  voice  fnall  ceafe. 
 
 0  Yet  (hall  the  Lord,  who  hears  when  Zion  calls, 
 
 O'er  take  her  foes  with  tenor  and  dffmay, 
 His  arm  avenge  her  defolated  walls, 
 -And  raife  her  children  to  eternal  day, 
 
 PSALM     CXXXVIU. 
 
 Refloring  and  preferring  grace. 
 
 1  T'TTITH  all  my  powers  of  heart  and  tongue 
 
 V V     I'll  praife  my  Maker  in  my  fong; 
 
 Angels  (hall  hear  the  notes  I  raife, 
 
 Approve  the  fong,  and  join  the  praife. 
 \%  Angels,  that  make  thy  church  their  care, 
 
 Shall  witnefs  my  devotions  there, 
 
 While  holy  zeal  directs  my  eyes 
 
 To  thy  fair  temple  in  the  ikies.] 
 3  I'll  fing  thy  truth  and  mercy,  Lord,  * 
 
 I'll  fmg  the  wonders  of  thy  word  ? 
 
 Not  all  the  works  and  names  below, 
 
 So  much  thy  power  and  glory  (how 
 
M    A    L    Jf   S'  2&I 
 
 4  To  God  I  cry'd  when  troubles  rofe  ; 
 He  heard  me,  and  fubdu'd  my  foes ; 
 He  did  my  rifing  fears  controul, 
 
 And  (hength  diffus'd  through  all  my  foul. 
 
 5  The  God  of  heav'n  maintains  his  fiate, 
 Frowns  on  the  proud,  and  fcorns  the  great ; 
 But  from  his  throne  defcends  to  blefs 
 
 The  humble  fouls  that  truft  his  grace. 
 
 6  Amidft  a  thoufand  fnares  T.  (land 
 Upheld  and  guarded  by  thy  hand  ; 
 Thy  words  my  fainting  foul  revive, 
 And  keep  my  dying  faith  alive^ 
 
 7  jJrace  will  complete  what  grace  begins. 
 To  fave  from  forrows  or  from  Tins  ; 
 The  work  that  wifdorn  undertakes, 
 Eternal  mercy  ne'er  forfakes. 
 
 P  S  A  L  M  CXXXTX.     Firft  part.    Long  Metre, 
 The  all-feeing  God. 
 
 i    J  ORD,  thou  haft  fearch'd  and  feen  me  thro* ; 
 -*-*  Thine  eye  commands  with  piercing  view 
 >■     My  rihng  and  my  refting  hours, 
 
 My  heart  and  fiefh  with  all  their  powers. 
 G  My  thoughts,  before  they  are  my  own, 
 Are  to  my  God  diftinc~tly  known  ; 
 He  knows  the  words  I  mean  to  fpeak, 
 Ere  from  my  opening  lips  they  break. 
 
 3  Within  thy  circling  power  I  frand, 
 On  every  fide  I  find  thy  hand ; 
 Awake,  afleep,  at  home,  abroad, 
 
 I  am  furrounded  ftUi  with   God. 
 
 4  Amazing  knowledge,  vaft  and  great ! 
 What  large  extent !  what  lofty  height ! 
 My  foul,  with  all  the  powers  I  boaft, 
 Is  in  the  boundlefs  profpecl  loft. 
 
 5  "  Oh  may  thefe  thoughts  pofTefs  my  breaft; 
 "  Where'er  I  rove,  where'er  I  reft; 
 
 "  Nor  ltt  my  weaker  paflions  dare 
 "  Confent  to  fin;  for  God  is  there/* 
 
%b,l  PSALMS. 
 
 PAUSE  the  firft. 
 6  Could  I  fo  falfe,  fo  faithlefs  prove, 
 To  quit  thy  fervice  and  thy  love, 
 Where,  Lord,  cculd  I  thy  presence  fliun, 
 
 Or  from  thy  dreadful  glory 
 
 :i:a 
 
 7  If  up  to  heaven  i  take  'rny  flight, 
 
 'Tis  there  thou  dwell' ft  cnthron'd  in  light; 
 Or  dive  to  hell — there  vengeance  reigns, 
 And  Satan  groans  beneath  thy  chains. 
 
 8  If  mounted  on  a  morning  ray, 
 I  fly  beyond  the  ueftern  fea, 
 
 Thy  fvvifter  hand  would  firfr  arrive, 
 And  there  anefVihy  fugitive. 
 
 9  Or  fhould  I  try  to  fhun  thy  fight 
 Beneath  the  fp  reading  veil  of  night, 
 One  glance  of  thine,  one  piercing  ray 
 Would  kindle  darknefs  into  day. 
 
 iq  "  Oh  may  thefe  thoughts  pofTefs  my  breaft, 
 "  Where'er  I  rove,  where'er  I  reft! 
 u  Nor  let  my  weaker  pafficns  dare 
 "  Confent  to  fin,  for  God  is  there." 
 PAUSE     the  fecond. 
 
 ■j  I  The  veil  of  night  is  no  difguife, 
 
 No  fcreen  from  thy  all-fearching  eyes; 
 Thy  hand  can  feize  thy  foes  as  foon 
 Thro*  midnight  lhades  as  blazing  noon, 
 
 12  Midnight  and  noon  in  this  agree, 
 Great  God,  they're  both  alike  to  thee, 
 Not  death  can  hide  what  God  will  fpy, 
 And  hell  lies  naked  to  his  eye. 
 
 13  "  Oh  may  thefe  thoughts  pofTefs  my  breaft, 
 "  Where'er  I  rove,  where'er  I  reft  ! 
 
 "  Nor  let  my  weaker  paffions  dare 
 «  Confent  to  fin,  for  God  is  there." 
 
 PSALM  CXXXIX.    Second  part.  Long  Metre. 
 
 "T&e  tvor.dcrfid  formation   of  man. 
 1   'npWAS  from  thy  hand,  my  God,  I  came, 
 JL     A  work  offuch  a  curious  frame; 
 In  me  thy  fearful  wonders  fhine, 
 And  each  proclaims  thy  Jkill  divine. 
 
PSALMS  S4>J 
 
 2  Thine  eyes  did  all  my  limbs  furvey, 
 Which  yet  in  dark  confnfion  lay  : 
 Thou  law*ft  the  daily  growth  they  took, 
 Form'd  by  the  model  of  thy  book. 
 
 3  By  thee  my  growing  parts  were  nam?d, 
 And  what  thy  fovereign  caunfeis  fram'd 
 The  breathing  lungs,  the  beating  heart, 
 Was  copy'd  with  unerring  art. 
 
 4  Ac  laft  to  fhew  my  Maker's  nams, 
 God  ftamp'd  his  image  on  my  frame, 
 And,  in  fome  unknown  moment  join'd 
 The  finiuVd  members  of  the  mind. 
 
 5  There  the  young  feeds  of  thought  began, 
 And  all  the  paffions  of  the  man, 
 Great  God,  our  infant  nature  pays 
 Immortal  tribute  to  thy  praife. 
 
 PAUSE. 
 
 6  Cord,  fmce  in  my  advancing  age, 
 I've  a£ted  on  life's  bufy  ftage, 
 
 Thy  thoughts  of  love  to  me  furmount 
 The  power  of  numbers  to  recount. 
 
 7  I  could  furvey  the  ocean  o'er, 
 
 And  count  each  fand  that  makes  the  (bore, 
 Before  my  fwifteft  thoughts  could  trace 
 The  numerous  wonders  of  thy  grace. 
 3  Thefe  on  my  heart  are  ft  ill  impreft, 
 With  thefe  I  give  my  eyes  to  reft; 
 And  at  my  waking  hour  I  find 
 God  and  his  love  poffefs  my  mind. 
 
 PSALM    CXXXIX.    Third  part.    Long  Metre. 
 
 Sincerity    profejfed,     and  grace    tried;    or,      -Jbe    heOrt- 
 
 fsarching    God. 
 
 JY1  When  impious  men  traofgrefs  thy  will! 
 I  mourn  to  hear  their  lips  profane 
 Take  thy  tremendous  nam®  in  vain. 
 £  Does  not  my  foul  deteft  and  hate 
 The  fons  of  malice  and  deceit? 
 Thofe  that  oppofe  thy  laws,  and  thee, 
 I  count  for  enemies  to  me, 
 
264  PSALMS. 
 
 3  Lord,  fearch  my  foul,  try  every  thought— 
 Though  ray  own  heart  accufe  me  not 
 
 Of  walking  in  a  falfe  diiguife, 
 I  beg  the  trial  of  thine  eyes. 
 
 4  Doth  fecret  miichief  link  within  ? 
 Do  I  indulge  feme  unknown  fin  ? 
 Oh!  turn  my  feet  whene'er  I  ftray, 
 And  lead  me  in  thy  perfect  way. 
 
 PSALM  CXXXIX.  Firftpart.  Common  Metre 
 
 God  is  every  ivhere. 
 1   TN  all  my  vaft  concerns  with  thee, 
 X  In  vain  my  foul  would  try 
 To  fhun  thy  prefence,  Lord,  or  flee 
 The  notice  ©f  thine  eye. 
 m  Thy  all-furrounding  fight  furveys 
 My  rifing  and  my  reft, 
 My  public  walks,  my  private  ways, 
 And  fecrets  of  my  breafh 
 
 3  My  thoughts  lie  open  to  the  Lord, 
 
 Before  they're  form'd  within; 
 And  ere  my  lips  pronounce  the  word, 
 He  knows  the  fenfe  I  mean. 
 
 4  Oh  !  wondrous  knowledge  !  deep  and  h'^h ! 
 
 Where  can  a  creature  hide  ? 
 Within  thy  circling  firms  I  lie, 
 Inclos'd  on  every  fide. 
 
 5  So  let  thy  grace  furround  me  (till, 
 
 And  like  a  bulwark  prove, 
 To  guard  my  foul  from  every  ill, 
 occur' d  by  fov'reign  love. 
 
 PAUSE. 
 
 6  Lord,  where  fhall  guilty  fouls  retire, 
 
 Forgotten  and  unknown? — 
 In  hell  they  meet  thy  dreadful  fire, 
 
 In  heaven  thy  glorious  throne. 
 1  Should  I  fupprefs  my  vital  breath, 
 
 To  'fcapt  the  wrath  divine, 
 Thy  voice  would  break  the  bars  of  death, 
 
 And  make  the  grave  refign. 
 
PSALMS.  2^5 
 
 g  If,  wing'd  with  beams  of  morning  light, 
 I  fly  beyond  the  weft, 
 Thy  hand,  which  muft  fupport  my  flight, 
 Would  foon  betray  my  reft. 
 9  If  o'er  my  fins  I  think  to  draw 
 The  curtains  of  the  night, 
 The  flaming  eyes  that  guard  thy  law 
 Would  turn  the  (hades  to  light. 
 io  The  beams  of  noon,  the  midnight' hour 
 Are  both  alike  to  thee  : — 
 Oh  !  may  1  ne'er  provoke  that  power 
 From  which  I  cannot  flee. 
 
 PSALM  CXXXIX.  Second  part.  Common  Metre, 
 
 The  i-vifdom  of  God  in  the  formation  of?nan. 
 I  "IT7HEN  I,  with  pleafing  wonder,  (land, 
 VV     And  all  my  frame  furvey, 
 Lord !  'tis  thy  work — I  own,  thy  hand 
 Thus  built  my  humble  clay. 
 S  Thy  hand  my  heart  and  reins  poiTefs'd, 
 Where  unborn  nature  grew ; 
 Thy  wifdom  all  my  features  trac'd, 
 And  all  my  members  drew. 
 
 3  Thine  eye  with  niceft  care  furvey'd 
 
 The  growth  of  every  part ; 
 'Till  the  whole  fcheme,  thy  thoughts  had  laid, 
 Was  copy'd  by  thy  art. 
 
 4  Heav'n,  earth  and  fea,  and  fire  and  wind 
 
 Shew  me  thy  wondrous  fkiil ; 
 But  1  review  myfelf,  and  find 
 Diviner  wonders  (till. 
 
 5  Thy  awful  glories  round  me  fhine, 
 
 My  fleuh  proclaims  thy  praife  ; 
 Lord,  to  thy  works,  of  nature  join 
 Thy  miracles  of  grace. 
 
$66  _  V  S   A    L    M  S. 
 
 PSALM  CXXX1X.  ver.  14,  17,  18.     Third  Part. 
 
 Common  Metre. 
 
 The  mercies  of  Cod  innumerable. 
 
 An  evening  pfalm. 
 
 1  T    ORD,  when  1  count  thy  mercies  o'er, 
 _L^j  They  frrike  me  with  furprhe; 
 
 Not  all  the  fanes  that  fpread  the  there, 
 .    To  equal  numbers  rife. 
 
 2  My  flefti  with  fear  and  wonder  (lands, 
 
 The  producl  of  thy  (kill ; 
 And  hourly  bleffirgs  from  thy  hands 
 Thy  thoughts  of  love  reveal. 
 
 3  Thefe  on  my  heart  by  night  I  keep; 
 
 How  kind,  how  dear  to  me  ! 
 Oh  !  may  the  hour  that  ends  my  fieep 
 Still  find  my  thoughts  with  thee. 
 
 PSALM    CXL.    Common  Metre. 
 
 I  T>ROTECT  us,  Lord,  from  fatal  harm  ! 
 JL     Behold  our  riling  woes  ; 
 We  trull  alone  thy  powerful  arm, 
 To  fcatter  all  our  foes. 
 2-  Their  tongue  is  like  a  poifoned  dart, 
 Their  thoughts  are  full  of  guile. 
 While  rage  and  carnage  fwell  their  heart,,- 
 They  wear  a  peaceful  fmile. 
 
 3  O  Gcd  of  grace,  thy  guardian  care, 
 
 When  foes  without  invade, 
 Or  fpread  within  a  deeper  fnare^ 
 Supplies  our  conftant  aid. 
 
 4  Let  falfehood  flee  before  thy  face, 
 
 Thy  heavenly  truth  extend, 
 All  nations  take  thy  heavenly  grace 
 And  all  delufion  end. 
 
 5  With  daily  bread  the  posr  fupply: 
 
 The  caufe  of  jnftice  plead, 
 And  be  thy  church  exalted  high> 
 With  Chrift  the  glorious  head. 
 
f   S    A   L   M    S.  267 
 
 PSALM  CXLI.  ver.  2, — 5.     Long  Metre.. 
 Watcbfulncfs  and  brotherly  lo-ve. 
 A  morning  or  evening  pfaim. 
 r  "j\/TY  God,  accept  my  early  vows, 
 XVX  Like  morning  incenie  in  thine  houfe. 
 And  let  my  nightly  worfhip  rife 
 Sweet  as  the  evening  facrifice. 
 
 2  Watch  o'er  my  lips,  and  guard  them,  Lord9 
 From  every  wrath  and  heedlefs  word ; 
 
 Nor  let  my  feet  incline  to  tread 
 The  guilty  path  where  finners  lead. 
 
 3  Oh  may  the  righteous,  when  I  ftray, 
 Smite  and  reprove  my  wandring  way  ! 
 Their  gentle  words,  like  ointment  fhed, 
 Shall  never  bruife,  but  cheer  my  head. 
 
 4  When  1  behold  them  prefs'd  with  grief, 
 I'll  cry  to  heav'n  for  their  relief; 
 And,  by  my  warm  petitions,  prove 
 How  much  I  prize  their  faithful  love. 
 
 PSALM    CXLII.     Common  Metre» 
 God  is  the  hope  of  the  helplefs. 
 
 1  T  I  10  God  I  made  my  forrows  known, 
 
 X     From -God  I  fought  relief ; 
 In  long  complaints  before  his  throne 
 I  peur'd  out  all  my  grief. 
 
 2  My  foul  was  overwhelm' d  with  woes, 
 
 My  heart  began  to  break  ; 
 My  God,  who  all  my  burden  knows, 
 Beholds  the  way  I  take. 
 
 3  On  every  fide  I  cafe  my  eye, 
 
 And  found  my  helpers  gone, 
 While  friends  and  ftrangeis  pafs'd  me  by 
 Neglected  or  unknown. 
 
 4  Then  did  1  raife  a  louder  cry, 
 
 And  call'd  thy  mercy  near, 
 "  Thou  art  my  portion  when  I  die, 
 '«'  Be  thou  mv  refuge  here.'' 
 L  2 
 
368  PSALMS, 
 
 5  Lord,  I  am  brought  exceeding  low,. 
 Now  let  thy  ear  attend, 
 And  make  my  foes,  who  vex  me,  know 
 I've  an  almighty  friend, 
 f  From  my  fad  prifon  fet  me  free, 
 Then  fhall  I  praife  thy  name, 
 And  holy  men  faall  join  with  me, 
 Thy  kindnefs  to  proclaim. 
 
 P  3  A  L  M    CXLIII.     Long  Metre. 
 
 Complaint  of  heavy  afflictions  in  mind  and  body. 
 
 I   V/T  Y  righteous  Judge,  my  gracious  God, 
 -»-YA  Hear,  when  1  fpread  my  hands  abroad^ 
 And  cry  for  fuccour  from  thy  throne — 
 Oh!  make  thy  truth  and  mercy  known. 
 
 %  Let  judgment  not  againft  me  pafs; 
 Behold  thy  fervant  pleads  thy  grace- 
 Should  juftice  call  us  to  thy  bar, 
 No  man  alive  is  guiltlefs  there- 
 
 3  Look  down  in  pity,  Lord,  and  fee 
 The  mighty  woes  that  burthen  me  ; 
 My  wafting  life  draws  near  the  grave; 
 Make  bare  tkine  arm — thy  fervant  favc 
 
 4  I  dwell  in  darknefs  and  unfeen — 
 My  heart  is  defolate  within  ; 
 
 My  thoughts  in  mufi ng  filence  tra'.e 
 The  ancient  wonders  of  thy  grace. 
 
 5  Thence  1  derive  a  glimpfe  of  hope 
 To  bear  by  finking  fpirits  up  ; 
 
 And  ftretch  my  hands  to  Gcd  again, 
 And  thirft  like  parched  lands  for  rain. 
 
 6  For  thee  I  thirfr,  I  pray,  I  mourn — . 
 When  will  thy  fmiling  face  return? 
 Shall  all  my  joys  on  earth  remove, 
 And  God  forever  hide  his  love  ? 
 
 7  My  God,  thy  long  delay  to  fave, 
 Will  fink  thy  prisoner  to  the  grave  ; 
 
 My  heart  grows  faint,  and  dim  mine  eye ; 
 Make  hafte  to  help  before  X  die  , 
 
?   3    A    L    M    5. 
 
 269 
 
 8  The  night  h  witnefs  to  my  tears, 
 Diftreffing  pains,  difr.rad"iing  fears, 
 
 Oh  !  might  I  hear  thy  morning  voice, 
 How  would  my  wearied  powers  rejoice  ! 
 
 9  In  thee  I  truft,  to  thee  I  figh  ; 
 And  lift  my  weary  foul  on  high  ; 
 For  thee  lit  waiting  all  the  day, 
 And  wear  the  tirefome  hours  away. 
 
 10  Break  off  my  fetters,  Lord,  and  (how 
 The  paths  in  which  my  feet  mould  go  i 
 If  fnarcs  and  foes  befet  the  road. 
 
 I  flee  to  hide  me  near  my  God. 
 
 11  Teach  me  to  do  thy  holy  will, 
 And  lead  me  to  thy  heav'nly  hiii : 
 Let  the  good  fpirit  of  thy  love 
 Conduft  me  thy  courts  above. 
 
 13  Then  (hall  my  foul  no  more  complain, 
 The  tempter  then  fhall  rage  in  vain  ; 
 And  flefh,  and  fin,  my  foes  before, 
 Shall  never  vex  my  fpirit  more. 
 
 PSALM    CXLIV.   ver.  i,  2.     Fir  ft  Part. 
 
 Common  Metre. 
 AJjiJlance  and  n)l6lory  in  the  fpiritual •warfare « 
 
 F 
 
 OREVER  bhffed  be  the  Lord, 
 My  Saviour  and  my  fhield  ; 
 He  fends  his  Spirit  with  his  word, 
 To  arm  me  for  the  field. 
 
 When  fin  and  hell  their  force  unitej 
 He  makes  my  foul  his  care, 
 
 Infiruets  me  in  the  heav'nly  fight, 
 And  guards  me  thro'  the  war. 
 
 A  friend  and  helper  fo  divine, 
 
 My  fainting  hope  fhall  raife  ; 
 
 Ke  makes  the  glorious  vift'ry  raine.^ 
 And  his  ihaii  be  "the  praife, 
 
27<>  PSALMS. 
 
 PSALM   CXLIV.  ver.  3.4,  5,  6,  Second  part, 
 
 Common  Metre. 
 
 The  vanity  cf  man,  and  the  cotidefcenfion  of  God. 
 
 1  T    ORD,  what  is  man,  poor  feeble  man, 
 X^t   Born  of  the  earth  at  fir  ft  ? 
 
 His  life  a  fhadow,  light  and  vain, 
 Still  hafting  to  the  duft. 
 a  O  what  is  feeble  dying  man, 
 Or  all  his  finful  lace, 
 That  God  fhould  make  it  his  concern 
 To  vifit  him  with  grace  ! 
 3  That  God,  who  darts  his  lightnings  down, 
 Who  (hakes  the  world  above, 
 "What  terrors  wait  his  awful  frown, 
 
 How  wondrous  is  his  love  ! 
 PSALM  CXLIV,  ver.  12,-15.  Third  Part. 
 Long  Metre. 
 Grace  above  riches  ;  or,    The  happy  nation. 
 j  TTAPPY  the  city,  where  their  fons, 
 Jti  Like  pillars  round  a  palace  fet, 
 And  daughters,  bright  as  po!ifh/d  (lores, 
 Give  (Irehgth  and  beauty  to  the  ftate. 
 
 2  Happy  the  land  in  culture  dreft, 
 
 Wncfe  flocks  and  corn  have  large  increafe  ; 
 Where  men  fecure£y  work  or  reft. 
 
 Nor  fons  of  plunder  break  their  peace. 
 
 3  Happy  the  nation  thus  endowed, 
 
 hut  more  divinely  blefs'd  are  thofe 
 On  whom  the  all  fufficient  God 
 
 Hirnlelf,  wi.th  all  his  grace,  heftows. 
 
 PSALM     CXLV.    Long  Metre.. 
 Tls  %reatneft  (f  God. 
 
 1  "%  !%  Y  God,  my  King,  thy  various  praife 
 XVI.  Shall  fill  the  remnant  of  my  days  ; 
 Thy  grace  employ  my  humble  tongue, 
 'Till  death  and  gloey  raife  the  fong.. 
 
 2  The  wings  cf  every  hour  (hall  bear 
 Sorre  thankful  tribute  to  thine  ear; 
 And  ev*ry  letting  fun  (hall  fee 
 
 :     y  works  of  duty  done  for  thee. 
 
PSALMS-  ijy  I 
 
 3  Thy  truth  and  juftice  I'll  proclaim ; 
 Thy  bounty  flows,  an  endlefs  ftream  1 
 Thy  mercy  fvvift,  thine  anger  flow, 
 But  dreadful  to  the  ftubborn  foe. 
 
 4  Thy  works  with  to v' reign  glory  lhine, 
 And  fpeak  thy  majefty  divine  ; 
 
 Let  ev'ry  realm  with  joy  proclaim 
 The  found  and  honour  of  thy  name. 
 
 5  Let  diftant  times  and  nations  raife 
 The  long  fuccefiion  of  thy  praife  : 
 And  unborn  ages  make  my  long 
 The  joy  and  triumph  of  their  tongue. 
 
 6  But  who  can  fpeak. thy  wondrous  deeds? 
 Thy  greatnefs  all  our  thoughts  exceeds  : 
 Vaft  and  unfearchable  thy  ways, 
 
 Vail  and  immortal  be  thy  praife. 
 
 PSALM  CXLV.  ver.  1,-7,  11,-13.    Fitfft  Part, 
 
 Common  Metre. 
 
 The  greatnefs  of  Gcd. 
 
 1  T    ONG  as  I  lire  I'll  blefs  thy  name      $>/wa  .  //< .'  (C 
 .1  .J  My  King,  my  God  of  love  :     . 
 
 My  work  and  joy  (hall  be  the  fame 
 In  the  bright  world  above. 
 
 2  Great  is  the  Lord,  his  povv'r  unknown. 
 
 And  let  his  praife- be  great  : 
 1'H  fing  the  honours  of  his  throne, 
 Thy  works  of  grace  repeat. 
 
 3  Thy  grace  mail  dwell  upon  my  tongue ; 
 
 And,  while  my  lips  rejoice, 
 The  men  that  hear  my  facred  fong 
 Shall  join  their  cheerful  voice.  ° 
 
 4  Fathers  to  fons  (hall  teach  thy  name 
 
 And  children  learn  thy  ways; 
 
 Ages  to  come  thy  truth  proclaim, 
 
 And  nations  found  thy  praife. 
 
 5  Tn7  glorious  deeds  of  ancient  date 
 
 Shall  through  the  world  be  known  ; 
 Thine  arm  of  pow'r,  thy  heavenly  ftate, 
 With  public  fplendor  fhowru 
 
S7Z  *   S    A    L    M    9. 
 
 6  The  world  is  marag'd  by  thy  hands, 
 Thy  faints  are  rui'd  by  love ; 
 And  thine  eternal  kingdom  fhncis, 
 Though  rocks  and  hills  remove. 
 PSALM     CXLV.     ver.  7,  laV."  Second   part. 
 Coinmon  Metre. 
 
 The  gocdnefs  of  God. 
 
 1  QWEETisthe   mem'ry  of  thy  grace, 
 
 0  My  Got5,  my  heavn'ly  King; 
 Let  age  to  age  thy  righteoufnefs 
 
 In  founds  of  glory  fing. 
 
 2  God  reigns  on  high,  but  ne'er  confines 
 
 His  goodnefs  to  the  ikies  ; 
 Through  the  whole  earth  his  bounty  (nine?, 
 And  ev'ry  want  fupplies. 
 
 3  With  longing  eyes  thy  creatures  wait 
 
 On  thee  for  daily  food, 
 Thy  liberal  hand  provides  their  meat, 
 And  fills  their  mouths  with  good. 
 
 4  How  kind  are  thy  companions,  Lord  ' 
 
 How  flow  thine  anger  moves ! 
 
 But  foon  he  fends  his  pard'ning  word 
 
 To  cheer  the  fouls  he  loves. 
 
 5  Creatures,  with  all  their  endlefs  race, 
 
 Thy  praife  and  pow'r  proclaim; 
 But  faints,  that  tafte  thy  richer  grace, 
 Delight  to  blefsthy  name. 
 
 P  S  A  L  M    CXLV.  ver.  14,  17,  bv,  Third  part 
 Common  Metre. 
 
 Mercy  to  fujferers  ;   or,   God  hearing  prayer. 
 
 1  T    ET  ev'ry  tongue  thy  goodnefs  fpeak, 
 
 1  i   Thou  fov'reign  Lord  of  all, 
 
 Thy  flrength'ning  hands  uphold  the  weak, 
 And  raife  the  poor  that  fall. 
 
 2  When  forrow  bows  the  fpirit  down, 
 
 Or  virtue  lies  diftrefs'd 
 Jeneath  fume  proud  opprefToi's  frown, 
 Thou  giv'ft  i.hc  mourners  reft. 
 
PSALMS.  2/3 
 
 3  The  Lord  fupports  our  finking  days, 
 
 And  guides  our  giddy  youth  ; 
 Holy  and  jnfl:  are  all  his  ways, 
 And  ail  his  words  are  truth . 
 
 4  He  knows  the  pain  his  fervants  feel, 
 
 He  hears  his  children  cry, 
 And  their  befr.  wifhes  to  fulfil 
 His  grace  is  ever  nigh. 
 
 5  His  mercy  never  fhall  remove 
 
 From  men  of  heart  fincere  ; 
 He  faves  the  fouls  whofe  humble  love 
 Is  join'd  with  holy  fear. 
 
 [6  His  frubborn  foes  his  fword  fhall  flay;, 
 
 And  pierce  their  hearts  with  pain  j 
 But  none  that  ferve  the  Lord  fhall  fay, 
 "  They  fought  his  aid  in  vain.") 
 
 [7  My  lips  mail  dwell  upon  his  praife, 
 And  fpread  his  fame  abroad  j 
 Let  all  the  Ions  of  Adam  raife 
 The  honours  of  their  G©d.] 
 
 PSALM    CXLVI.     Long  Metre. 
 
 Praife  to  God  for  his  goodnefs  and  truth. 
 
 i   T>RAISE  ye  the  Lord,  my  heart  fnall  joia 
 
 ■*•    In  work  fo  pleafant,  fo  divine ; 
 
 Now  while  the  fieih  is  mine  abode, 
 
 And  when  my  foul  afcends  to  God. 
 a  Praife  fhall  employ  my  noblefl  pow'rs, 
 
 While  immortality  endures; 
 
 My  days  of  praife  fhall  ne'er  be  paft, 
 
 While  life,  and  thought,  and  being,   lafr, 
 
 3  Why  mould  I  make  a  man  my  truft  ? 
 Princes  mufl  die  and  turn  to  dud  ; 
 
 Thsir  breath  departs,  their  pomp  and  power, 
 And  thoughts,  all  vaniih  in  an  hour. 
 
 4  Happy  the  man,  whofe  hopes  rely 
 On  Hrael's  God  :  He  made  the  fky, 
 
 And  earth,  and  feas,  with  all  their  train  3 
 And  none  fhall  find  his  promife  vain. 
 
274  r  s  l  a  m  s. 
 
 ^  His  truth  forever  ftands  fecure  ; 
 
 He  faves  th'  opprefs'd,  he  feeds  the  poof; 
 He  fends  the  laboring  confcience  peace, 
 And  grants  the  pris'ner  fweet  releafe. 
 
 6  The  Lord  to  fight  reftores  the  blind, 
 The  Lord  fupports  the  finking  mind  ; 
 He  helps  the  ftranger  in  diftrefs, 
 The  widow  and  the  fatherlefs. 
 
 7  He  loves  the  faints,  he  knows  them  well, 
 But  turns  the  wicked  down  to  hell ; 
 
 .  Thy  God,  O  Zion,  ever  reigns ; 
 Praife  him  in  everlasting  ft  rains. 
 
 PSALM     CXLVI.     As  the  113th  Pfalm. 
 Pttrift  to  God  for  Lis  gcodnefs  and  truth. 
 I   T'LL  praife  my  Maker  with  my  breath  ; 
 A  And  when  my  voice  is  loft  in  death, 
 
 Praife  fhall  employ  my  nobler  powers  : 
 My  days  of  praife  fhall  ne'er  be  part, 
 While  life,  and  thought,  and  being,  laft, 
 Or  immortality  endure?. 
 1  Why  fhould  I  make  a  man  my  truft? 
 Princes  mWr  die  and  turn  to  du(t; 
 
 Vain  is  the  help  of  flefh  and  blood ; 
 Their  breath  departs,  their  pomp  and  pow'r, 
 And  thoughts,  all  van.ifh  in  an  hour; 
 Nor  can  they  make  their  promife*  good. 
 
 3  Happy  the  man  whofe  hopes  rely 
 On  lfrael's  God  :  Ke  made  the  fky, 
 
 And  earth,  and  feas,  with  all  their  train; 
 His  truth  forever  ftands  fecure  : 
 He  faves  th'  opprefs'd,  he  feeds  the  poor, 
 
 And  none  (hall  find  his  promife  vain. 
 
 4  The  Lord  hath  eyes  to  give  the  blind ; 
 The  Lord  fupports  the  finking  mind; 
 
 He  fends  the  lab'ring  confcience  peace  ; 
 He  helps  the  ftranger  in  diftrefs. 
 The  widow  and  the  fatherlefs, 
 
 And  grants  the  prisoner  iweet  releafe. 
 
PSALMS,  a*5 
 
 5  He  loves  his  faints,  he  knows  them  well, 
 But  turns  the  wicked  down  to  hell; 
 
 Thy  God,  O  Zionj  ever  reigns; 
 Let  ev'ry  tongue,  let  ev'ry  age, 
 In  this  exalted  work  engage  ; 
 
 Praife  him  in  everlafting  drains. 
 
 6  -I'll  praiie  him  while  he  lends  me  breath  ; 
 And  when  my  voice  is  loft  in  death, 
 
 Praiie  mall  employ  my  nobler  pdw'rs  : 
 My  days  of  praife  ftiail  ne'er  be  paft, 
 While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  laft, 
 Or  immortality  endures. 
 PSALM  CXLVII.     Firft  part.     Long  Metre, 
 'Tbe  divine  nature,  providence,  and  grace. 
 I  T>RA1SE  ye  the  Lord  :  'tis  good  to  raife 
 IT    Our  hearts  and  voices  in  his  praife  : 
 His  nature  and  his  works  invite 
 To  make  this  duty  our  delight.  - 
 3  The  Lord  builds  up  Jerufalem, 
 And  gathers  nations  to  his  name  : 
 His  mercy  melts  the  ftubborn  foul, 
 And  make s  the  broken  fpirit  whole. 
 
 3  He  formed  the  ftars,  thofe  beav'nly  flames, 
 He  counts  their  numbers,  calls  their  names; 
 His  fov'reign  wifdom  knows  no  bound. 
 
 A  deep  where  all  our  thoughts  are  drown'd, 
 
 4  Great  is  our  Lord,  and  great  his  might 
 And  all  his  glories  infinite; 
 
 He  crowns  the  meek,  rewards  the  jufr, 
 And  treads  the  wicked  to  the  duft. 
 PAUSE. 
 
 5  Sing  to  the  Lord,  exalthim  high, 
 Who  fpreads  his  clouds  around  the  (ky  ? 
 There  he  prepares  the  fruitful  rain. 
 Nor  lets  the  drops  defeend  in  vain. 
 
 6  He  makes  the  grafs  the  hills  adorn, 
 And  clothes  the  fmiiing  field  with  corn ; 
 The  beafts  with  food  his  hands  fupply, 
 And  feeds  the  ravens  when  they  cry/ 
 
V/6  PSALMS. 
 
 7  What  is  the  creature's  fkill  or  force, 
 The  vig'rotfs  man,  the  warlike  horfe, 
 The  fp  rightly  wit,  the  active  limb! 
 All  arc  too  mean  delights  for  him. 
 
 8  But  faints  are  lovely  in  his  fight , 
 He  views  his  children  with  delight? 
 
 He  fees  their  hope,  he  knows  their  fear, 
 
 And  finds  and  loves  his  image  there. 
 PSALM    CXLVII.  Second   Part.  Long  Metre. 
 
 Summer  and  winter. 
 i   T    ET  Zion  praife  the  mighty  God, 
 
 fl,  j  And  make  his  honours  known  abroad; 
 
 For  fweet  the  joy  our  fongs  to  raife, 
 
 And  glorious  is  the  work  ef  praife. 
 a  Our  children  live  fecure  and  blefs'd  ; 
 
 Our  Jnores  have  peace,  our  cities  reit ; 
 
 He  feeds  our  fons  with  fineft  wheat, 
 
 And  adds  his  bleffings  to  their  meat. 
 
 3  The  changing  feafons  he  ordains, 
 The  early  and  the  latter  rains  : 
 
 His  flakes  of  fnow  like  wool  he  fends, 
 And  thus  the  fpringing  corn  defends. 
 
 4  With  hoary  froft  he  ftrews  the  ground  ; 
 His  hail  deicends  with  dreadful  found  : 
 His  icy  bands  the  rivers  hold, 
 
 And  terror  arms  his  wintry  cold. 
 
 5  He  bids  the  warmer  breezes  blow; 
 The  ice  duTolves,  the  waters  flow  : 
 But  he  hath  nobler  works  and  ways 
 To  call  his  people  to  his  praife. 
 
 6  Thro*  all  our  States  his  laws  arc  fnown  j 
 His  gofpel  through  the  nation  known  ; 
 He  hath  not  thus  reveal' d  his  world 
 To  ev'ry  land  :    Praife  ye  the  Lord. 
 
 PSALM  CXLVII.  ver.  7,-9,  13,-18. 
 Common  Metre. 
 The  feafuns  cf  the  year. 
 1  "ITTITH  fongs  and  honours  founding  loud 
 W     .Adcrefs  the  Lard  on  high ; 
 Over  the  heav'ns  he  fpreads  his  cloud, 
 And  waters  veil  the  Iky 
 
P    3    A    L    M    S.  277 
 
 5  He  fends  his  mow'rs  of  bleffing  down 
 To  cheer  the  plains  below; 
 He  makes  the  grafs  the  mountains  crown, 
 And  corn  in  vallies  grow. 
 
 3  He  gives  the  grazing  ox  his  meat, 
 
 He  hears  the  ravens'  cry  ; 
 But  man,  whotaftes  his  fineft  wheat, 
 Should  raife  his  honours  high. 
 
 4  His  fteady  counfels  change  the  face 
 
 Of  the  declining  year  ; 
 He  bids  the  fun  cut  ihort  his  race, 
 And  wint'ry  days  appear.  * 
 
 5  His  hoary  frofr,  his  fleecy  fnow, 
 
 Defcend  and  clothe  the  ground  ; 
 The  liquid  ftreams  forbear  to  flow, 
 In  icy  fetters  bound. 
 
 6  When,  from  his  dreaful  {lores  on  high, 
 
 He  pours  the  founding  hail, 
 The  wretch  that  dares  his  God  defy 
 Shall  find  his  courage  fail. 
 
 7  He  fends  his  word  and  melts  the  fnow. 
 
 The  fields  no  logger  mourn  : 
 He  calls  the  warmer  gales  to  blow, 
 And  bids  the  fpring  return. 
 
 S  The  changing  wind,  the  flying  cloud, 
 Obey  his  mighty  word  ; 
 With  fongs  and  honors  founding  loud, 
 Praife  ye  the  fov'reign  Lord. 
 
 PSALM    CXLVIII.     Proper  Metre, 
 
 Praije  to  God  from  all  creatures. 
 
 i  "V7^  tribes  _-f  Adam,  join 
 
 X      With  heav'n,  and  earth,  and  feas, 
 And  offer  notes  divine 
 
 To  your  Creator's  praife. 
 Ye  holy  throng 
 Of  angels  bright 
 In  worlds  of  light 
 Begin  the  fong, 
 
2?%  PSALMS. 
 
 2  Thou  fun,  witli  dazzling  ravs, 
 
 And  moon  that  ru'/ft  the  nighl 
 Shine  to  your  Maker's  praife, 
 With  stars  of  twinkling  light, 
 ^  His  pow'r  cleclare,° 
 Ye  hoods  on  high, 
 And  clouds  that  fly 
 In  empty  air. 
 
 3  The  finning  woilds  above 
 
 In  glorious  order  Hand, 
 Or  in  fwift  cowries  move 
 By  his  fupreme  command. 
 He  fpake  the  word, 
 And  all  th  ir  frame  ' 
 From  rotlvng  came, 
 To  praife  the  Lord. 
 
 4  He  mov'd  their  mighty  wheels 
 
 In  unknown  ages  pad, 
 And  each  his  word  fulfils 
 
 While  time  and  nature  laft. 
 
 In  different  ways 
 His  works  proclaim 
 His  wondrous  name, 
 And  fpeak  his  praife. 
 P  A  U  S  E. 
 
 5  Let  all  the  earth-born  race, 
 
 And  monflers  of  the  deep, 
 The  fifh  that  cleave  the  feas, 
 Or  in  their  boibm  fieep, 
 From  fea  to  fhore 
 Their  tribute  pay, 
 And  ftill  difpiay.' 
 
 Their  Maker's  pov\'r. 
 
 6  Ye  vapours,  hail  and  friow, 
 
 Prailc  ye  the  almighty  Lord  ; 
 And  itormy  winds  that  blow 
 To  execute  his  word. 
 
 When  lightnings  fhine, 
 Or  thunder  roar, 
 Let  earth  adore 
 His  hand  divine. 
 
P    S    A    L    M    S.  2  79 
 
 7  Ye  mountains  near  the  fiiias, 
 
 With  lofty  cedars  there, 
 And  trees  of  humbler  fize, 
 That  fruit  in  plenty  bear; 
 Beafts,  wild  and  tame, 
 Birds .  flies,  and  worms, 
 In  various  forms, 
 Exalt  his  name. 
 
 8  Ye  kings,  and  judges,  fear 
 
 The  Lord,  the  (bv'reign  king; 
 And  while  you  rule  us  here, 
 His  heav'nly  honours  {i:ng  : 
 Nor  let  the  dream 
 Of  pow'r  and  (late 
 Make  you  forget 
 His  povv'r  fupreme. 
 
 9  Virgins  and  youths,  engage 
 
 To  foimd  bis  p'raife  divine,, 
 While  infancy  and  age 
 Their  feeble  voices  join. 
 Wide  as  he  reigns 
 His  name  be  fung 
 By  ev'ry  tongue 
 In  endlefs  (trains. 
 
 10  Let  all  the  nations  fear 
 
 The  God  that  rules  above  ; 
 He  brings  his  people  near, 
 
 And  makes  them  taire  his  lo?e  ; 
 While  earth  and  (ky 
 Attempt  his  praife, 
 His  faints  (hall  raife 
 His  honours  high. 
 
 PSALM-  CXLVIII.  Paraphrafed.  Long  Metre. 
 UnJi'erfaL  praife  to   God. 
 
 I  T    OUD  hallelujahs  to  the  Lord, 
 
 JLj  From  difrant  worlds  where  creatures  dwell; 
 Let  heav'n  begin  the  folemn  word, 
 
 And  found  it  dreadful  down  to  hell. 
 Note,   This   Pf'ilm   may  be  fung  to  the  time  of  the  old 
 
 I I  %tb  or  izyth  Pfakn,  ifthefe  fivo  lines  be  adit d to  ezery 
 ffanza.  viz. 
 
2?C  PSALMS. 
 
 "  Each  of  his  works  his  name  difplays, 
 "  But  they  can  ne'er  complete  the  praife." 
 
 Othertvife  it  muft  hefting  to  the  ufuul  tunes  nf  tit 
 Long  j}A.ttrs. 
 %  The  Lord  '  how  abfolute  he  reigns  ! 
 Let  ev'ry  angel  bend  the  knee  : 
 Sing  of  his  love  in  heiv'nly  ftrains, 
 And  fpeak  how  fierce  his  terrors  be. 
 
 3  High  on  a  throne  his  glories  dwell, 
 
 An  awful  throne  of  fhining  blifs  : 
 Fly  through  the  world,  O  fun,  and  tell 
 How  dark  thy  beams,  compared  to  his. 
 
 4  Awake,  ye  tempefls,  and  his  fame 
 
 In  founds  of  dreadful  praife  declare; 
 Let  the  fweet  whifper  of  his  name 
 Fill  ev'ry  gentler  breeze  of  air. 
 $  Let  clouds,  and  winds,  and  waves  agree 
 To  join  their  praife  with  blazing  fire  ; 
 Let  the  firm  earth,  and  rolling  fea 
 In  this  eternal  fong  confpire. 
 6  Ye  flow'ry  plains,  proclaim  his  fkill; 
 "  Ye  vallies,  fink  before  his  eye  : 
 And  let  his  praife  from  ev'ry  hill 
 Rife  tuneful  to  the  neighboring  iky. 
 %  Ye  fiubbora  oaks,  and  flately  pines, 
 
 Bend  your  high  branches  and  adorei" 
 Praife  him,  ye  hearts,  in  different  itra.ins; 
 The  lamb  muff  bleat,  the  lion  roar. 
 3  Ye  birds,  his  praife  muft  be  your  theme, 
 
 Who  form'd  to  fong  your  tuneful  voice! 
 While  the  dumb  fifh  that  cut  the  frreim 
 In  his  protecting  care  rejoice. 
 9  Mortals,  can  you  refrain  your  tongue, 
 When  nature  all  around  you  fings  ? 
 O  !  for  a  fhout  from  old  and  young, 
 
 From  humble  fwains,  and  lofty  kings, 
 10  Wide  as  his  vaft  dominion  lies, 
 
 Make  the  Creator's  name  be  known; 
 Loud  as  his  thunder  fhout  his  praife, 
 And  found  it  iofty  as  his  throne. 
 
PS      ALMS. 
 
 II  Jehovah!  'tis  a  glorious  word! 
 
 O  may  it  dwell  on  ev'ry  tongue  ! 
 But  faints,  who  beft  have  known  the  Lord, 
 Are  bound  to  raife  the  nobleft  fong. 
 IS  Speak  of  the  wonders  of -that  love 
 
 Which  Gabriel  plays  on  ev'ry  chord ; 
 From  all  below  and  all  above, 
 Sing  hallelujahs  to  the  Lord. 
 
 P5ALM  CXLVItl.     Short  Metre, 
 
 Univsrfal  praife . 
 1  T    ET  ev'ry  creature  join 
 
 I  i  To  praife  th*  eternal  God ; 
 Ye  heav'nly  hods,  thefong  begin, 
 Arid  found  his  name  abroad. 
 a  Thou  fun  with  golden  beams, 
 And  moon  with  paler  rays, 
 Ye  ftarry  lights,  ye  twinkling  flames, 
 Shine  to  your  Maker's  praife; 
 3  He  built  thofe  worlds, above, 
 
 And  fix'd  their  wondrous  frame ; 
 By  his  command  they  (land  or  move, 
 And  ever  fpeak  his  name. 
 4  Ye- vapours,  when  ye  rife, 
 
 Or  fall  in  fhow'rs  or  fnow, 
 Ye  thunders  murm'ring  round  the  Ikies, 
 His  pow'r  and  glory  fhew. 
 
 5  Wind,  hail,  and  flaming  fire, 
 
 Agree  to  praife  the  Lord, 
 When  ye  in  dreadful  ftorms  confpire 
 To  execute  his  word. 
 
 6  By  all  his  works  above 
 
 His  honours  be  exprefs'd, 
 But  faints,  that  tafte  his  faving  love, 
 Should  fing  his  praifes  beft. 
 
 PAUSE    the  firft, 
 
 7  Let  earth  and  ocean  know 
 
 They  owe  their  Maker  praife 
 Praife  him,  ye  wat'ry  worlds  below, 
 And  monfters  of  the  feas. 
 
 aSr 
 
aSZ  F    3    A    L     M    S. 
 
 8  From  mountains  near  the  Iky 
 
 Let  his  high  praife  refbund — 
 From  humble  fhrubs,  and  cedars  high, 
 And  vales  and  fields  around. 
 
 9  Ye  lions  of   the   wood, 
 
 And  tamer  bealts  that  graze, 
 Ye  live  upon  his  daily  food, 
 And  he  expects  your  praife. 
 
 10  Ye  birds  of  lefty  wing, 
 
 On  high  his  praifes  bear ; 
 
 Or  fit  on  flowery  boughs,  and  fin* 
 
 Your  Maker's  glory  there. 
 
 11  Ye  reptile  myriads,  join 
 
 T'  exalt  his  glorious  name, 
 And  fiies,  in  beauteous  forms  that  (hine, 
 His  wondrous  fkill  proclaim. 
 
 12  By  all  the  earth-born  race, 
 
 His  honours  be  exprefs'd  , 
 But  faints,  that  know  his  heav'sly  grace, 
 Should  learn  to  praife  him  belt. 
 
 P  A  U  S  E     the  fecond. 
 
 13  Monnrchs  of  wide  command, 
 
 Praife  ye  th'  eternal  king — 
 Judges,  adore  that  fov'veigr  hand, 
 Whence  all  your  honours  fpring. 
 
 j  4  Let  vigorous  youth  engage 
 
 To  found  his  praifes  high; 
 While  growing  babes  and  withering  age 
 Their  feebler  voices  try. 
 
 15  United  zeal  be  fhown 
 
 His  wonderous  fame  to  raife ; 
 God  is  the  Lord ;  his  name  alone 
 Deferves  our  endlefs  praife. 
 
 16  Let  nature  join  with  art, 
 
 And  all  pronounce  him  bleft, 
 Bnt  faint 5,  that  dwell  fo  near  his  heart,, 
 Should  ling  his  praifes  bed. 
 
r  5  A  L   ftf  Si  sS| 
 
 P  S  A  L  M   CXLIX.    Common  Metre. 
 
 Praife  God,  all  bis  faints  ;  or,    tye  faints  judging  tfe 
 world. 
 
 j     ALL   ye  that  love  the  Lord,  rejoice, 
 XX  And  let  your  fongs  be  new ; 
 Amidft  the  church  with  cheerful  voi?e 
 His  Utter  wonders  mew. 
 ft  The  Jews,  the  people  of  hjs  grace. 
 Shall  their  Redeemer  fing ; 
 And  Gentile  nations  join  the  prajfe, 
 While  2yion  owns  her  king. 
 
 3  The  Lord  takes  pleaiure  in  the  jufl, 
 
 Whom  tinners  treat  with  fcorn  : 
 The  meek,  that  lie  defpis'd  \n  dufl8 
 Salvation  fhall  adorn, 
 
 4  Saints  mould  be  joyful  in  their  king9 
 
 E'en  on  a  dying  bed  i 
 And  like  the  fouls  in  glory  fing,, 
 
 For  God  fhall  raife  the  dead. 
 Then  his  high  praife  fhall  fill  their  tongp#fr 
 
 Their  hand  fnall  wield  the  fword ; 
 And  vengeance  fhall  attend  their  fbngs, 
 
 The  vengeance  of  the  Lord. 
 
 6  When  Chritl  his  judgment  fea&  afeende^ 
 And  bids  the  world  appp&ar, 
 Thrones  are  prepared  for  ail  hjs  friends. 
 Who  humbly  iov*d  him  here. 
 
 Then  fhall  they  rule  with  iron  rod, 
 
 Nations  that  dar'<$  rebel : 
 And  join  the  fentence  of  their  Qod, 
 On  tyrants  doom'd  to  hell.  ; 
 $  The  royal  tinners,  bound  in  eba.ins, 
 
 2>few  triumph  #iall  afford  ;    x 
 §\zsh  honour  for  the  faints  remains  % 
 Fraife  fsf  md  kv&  the  Lprd, 
 
384  P    S    A    L    M    J. 
 
 PSALM    CL.    ver.  i,  2,  6.     Common  Metre, 
 
 A  fonS  °J  fraife- 
 1  TNGod'sown  houfe  pronounce  his  praife, 
 X  His  grace  he  thcrt  reveals; 
 To  heav'n  your  joy  and  wonder  raife, 
 For  there  his  glory  dwells. 
 0,  Let  all  your  facred  paiTions  move, 
 While  you  rehearfe  his  deeds  j 
 But  the  great  work  of  faving  love 
 Your  high  eft  praife  exceeds. 
 3  All  'hit  have  motion,  life  and  breath, 
 Pioclaim  your  Maker  blefsfd  ; 
 Yet  when  my  voice  expires  in  death, 
 My  ibul  fhi.ll  praife  him  befr. 
 
 THE    CHRISTIAN  DO  XGL  OGY. 
 Long,  Metre. 
 
 TO  Gcd  the  Father,   God  the  Son, 
 And  God  the  Spirit,   thy  at  in  one, 
 Be  honour,  praife,  and  glory  giv'n 
 By  ail  on  earth,  and  all  in   heav'n. 
 Common  Metre. 
 
 1ET  God  the  Father,  and  the  Sen, 
 a  And  Spirit  be  ador'd, 
 Where  there  are  works  to  make  him  known, 
 Or  faints  to   love  the  Lord. 
 
 Common  Metre.      Where  the  tuns  includes  ttve  jlanza- 
 
 TH  E  God  of  mercy  be  ad.orM 
 Who  calls  our  fouls  from  death, 
 Who  faves  by  his  redeeming  word, 
 And  new-creating  breath. 
 II. 
 To  praife  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 
 
 And  Spirit,  all  divine, 
 The  one  in  three,  and  three  in  one, 
 Let  faints  and  angels  join. 
 
PSALMS.  $85 
 
 Short  Metre. 
 
 YE  angels,  round  the  throne, 
 And  faints  that  dwell  below, 
 Worfhip  the  Father,  praife  the  Son, 
 And  blcfs  the  Spirit  too. 
 
 As  the  113th  Pfalm. 
 
 NO  W  to  the  great  and  facred  Three 
 The  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit,  be 
 Eternal  praife  and  glory  giv'n, 
 Thro'  all  the  worlds  where  God  is  known* 
 By  all  the  angels  near  the  throne, 
 
 And  all  the  faints  in  earth  and  hea-v'n» . 
 
 As  the   1 48^  Pfalm, 
 
 TO  God  the  Father's  throne 
 Perpetual  honours  raife  j 
 Giory  to  God  the  Son, 
 To  God  the  Spirit  praife  : 
 With  all  our  powers, 
 Eternal  king, 
 Thy  name  we  ling, 
 While  faith  adores. 
 
 JF  I  fl(  Z  S. 
 
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 Colle&ed  from  the  Holy  Scriptures, 
 
 HYMN    I.    [C.  M.] 
 
 A  new  Jong  to  the  Lamb  that  was  /lain, 
 Rev.  v.  6,  8,  9--12. 
 
 1  T>EHOLD  the  glories  of  the  Lamb 
 J3     Amidfi:  his  Father's  throne  : 
 Prepare  new  honours  for  his  name, 
 
 And  fongs  before  unknown. 
 
 2  Let  elders  woribip  at  his  feet, 
 
 The  church  adore  around, 
 With  viols  full  of  odours  fweet, 
 And  harps  of  fweeter  found. 
 
 3  Thofe  are  the  prayers  of  the  faints, 
 
 And  thefe  the  hymns  they  raife  : 
 jefus  is  kind  to  our  complaints, 
 He  loves  to  hear  our  praife. 
 
 4  [Eternal  Father,  who  lhall  look 
 
 Into  thy  fecret  will  ? 
 Who  but  the  Son  (hall  take  that  book; 
 And  open  ev'ry  feal? 
 
 5  He  lhall  fulfil  thy  great  decrees, 
 
 The  Son  deferves  it  well  ; 
 Lo,  in  his  hand  the  fov'reign  keys 
 Of  heav'n,  and  death,  and  hell  IJ 
 A  z 
 
x  HYMN    II.  [Book  I, 
 
 6  Now  to  the  Lamb  that  once  was  flain 
 
 Be  endlefs  bleffings  paid  ; 
 Salvation,  glory,  joy  remain 
 For  ever  on  thy  head. 
 
 7  Thou  haft  redeem'd  our  fouls  with  blood, 
 
 Haft  fet  the  pris'ners  free  ; 
 Haft  made  us  kings  and  priefts  to  Godt 
 And  we  mall  reign  with  thee. 
 
 8  The  worlds  of  nature  and  of  grace 
 
 Are  put  beneath  thy  pow'r; 
 ,     Then  fhorten  thefe'dtia'yujg  days, 
 And  bring  the  promis'd  hour. 
 
 HYMN     II.     [L.  M.J 
 
 The  deity  and  humanity  of  Chrift,  John  i.  I,  3, 
 14.  and  Col.  i.  16.  and  Eph.  iii.  9,  10. 
 
 1  'p  RE    the    blue   heav'ns   were   ftretch'd 
 XL        abroad, 
 
 .   From  everlafting  was  the  word  ; 
 With  God  he  was  ;  the  word  was  God, 
 And  muft  divinely  be  ador'd. 
 
 2  By  his  own  pow'r  all  things  were  made; 
 By  him  fupported  ail  things  ftand  ; 
 
 He  is  the  whole  creation's  head, 
 And  angels  fly  at  his  command. 
 
 3  Ere  fin  was  born,  or  Satan  fell, 
 He  held  the  hofr  of  morning  ftars ; 
 (Thy  generation  who  can  tell, 
 
 Or  count  the  number  of  thy  years  ?) 
 
 4  But  lo,  he  leaves  thofe  heav'nly  forms; 
 The  Word  defcends  and  dwells  in  clay, 
 That  he  may  hold  converfe  with  worms, 
 Drcfs'd  in  i'uch  feeble  fleih  as  they. 
 
Book  I.]  HYMN    III.  3 
 
 5  Mortals  with  joy  beheld  his  face, 
 Th'  eternal  Father's  only  Son  : 
 
 How  full  of  truth  !  how  Full  of  gface ! 
 When  thro5  his  eyes  the  Godhead  lhone! 
 
 6  Archangels  leave  their  high  abode, 
 To  learn  new  myft'ries  here,  and  tell 
 The  loves  of  our  defcending  God, 
 The  glories  of  Immanuel. 
 
 HYMN     III.     [S.M.] 
 
 The  nativity  of  Chrift,  Lake  i.  30,'  &c.  Luke 
 
 ii.  10,  &c. 
 
 > 
 j      TOEHOLD,  the  grace  appears, 
 _B     The  promife  is  inVfe-r  'JlC'U  - 
 Mary  the  wond'rous  virgin  bears, 
 And  Jefus  is  the  child. 
 3       [The  Lord,  the  higheft  God, 
 Calls  him  his  only  Son  ; 
 He  bids  him  rule  the  lands  abroad. 
 And  gives  him  David's  throne. 
 
 3  O'er  Jacob  lhall  he  reign  • 
 With  a  peculiar  f way;                              .   . 
 
 The  nations  lhall  his  grace  obtain, 
 His  kingdom  ne'er  decay.] 
 
 4  To  bring  the  glorious  news 
 A  heav'nly  form  appears  ; 
 
 He  tells  the  ihepherds  of  their  joys, 
 And  baniihes  their  fears. 
 
 5  "  Go,  humble  fwains,  (faid  he) 
 "  To  David's  city  fly; 
 
 "  The  promis'd  infant,   born  to  day, 
 "  Doth  in  a  manger  lie. 
 
 6  "  With  looks  and  hearts  ferene, 
 *'  Go  vilit  Chriit  your  king;" 
 
 And  ftraight  a  flaming  troop  was  feen  % 
 The  fhepherds  heard  them  fmg, 
 
4  HYMN    V.  [Book  I. 
 
 7  <c  Glory  to  God  on  high  ! 
 
 "  And  heav'nly  peace  on  earth  : 
 "  Good-will  to  men,  to  angels  joy, 
 *c  At  the  Redeemer's  birth  !" 
 
 8  [In  worlhip  fo  divine 
 
 Let  faints  employ  their  tongues, 
 With  the  celeftial  hofts  we  join, 
 And  loud  repeat  their  fongs. 
 
 9  "  Glory  to  God  on  high  ! 
 
 "  And  heav'nly  peace  on  earth  ; 
 "  Good-will  to  men,  to  angels  joy, 
 *'  At  our  Redeemer's  birth."] 
 
 H  Y  N  N     IV.     referred  to  Pfalm  ii. 
 HYMN     V.     [C.  M.] 
 
 SubmiJJion  to  ajfftiftive  providences,  Job  i.  21. 
 
 I  XT  A  K  ED  as  from  the  earth  we  came, 
 INI      And  crept  to  life  at  firft; 
 We  to  the  earth  return  again, 
 And  mingle  with  our  dull. 
 a  The  dear  delights  we  here  enjoy, 
 And  fondly  call  our  own, 
 Are  but  fhort  favours  borrow'd  now, 
 To  be  repaid  anon. 
 
 3  7Tis  God  that  lifts  our  comforts  high, 
 
 Or  links  them  in  the  grave; 
 He  gives,  and  (bleiled  be  his  name!) 
 He  takes  but  what  he  gave. 
 
 4  Peace,  all  our  angry  paffions  then! 
 
 Let  each  rebellious  figh 
 Be  filent  at  his  fov'reign  will. 
 And  ev'ry  murmur  die. 
 
 5  If  fmiling  mercy  crown  our  lives, 
 
 Its  praifes  lhall  be  fpread  ; 
 And  we'll  adore  the  juftice  too 
 That  ftrikes  our  comforts  dead. 
 
JBook  I.J  H  Y  M  N    VI.  VII. 
 
 HYMN    VI.     [C.  M.] 
 Triumph  over  death,  Job  xix,  25-27. 
 
 j  pREAT  God,  I  own  thy  fentence  juft; 
 \JJT     And  nature  muft  decay: 
 I  yield  my  body  to  the  duft, 
 To  dwell  with  fellow  clay. 
 
 2  Yet  faith  may  triumph  o'er  the  grave, 
 
 And  trample  on  the  tombs: 
 Myjefus,  my  Redeemer  lives, 
 My  God,  my  Saviour  comes. 
 
 3  The  mighty  Conq'ror  mall  appear 
 
 High  on  a  royal  feat, 
 And  Death,  the  laft  of  all  his  foes, 
 Lie  vanquiuVd  at  his  feet. 
 
 4  Tho7  greedy  worms  devour  my  fkin, 
 
 And  gnaw  my  wafting  flefh, 
 When  God  fhall  build  my  bones  again, 
 He  clothes  them  all  afrefh  : 
 
 5  Then  mall  I  fee  thy  lovely  face 
 
 With  ftrong  immortal  eyes, 
 And  feaft  upon  thine  unknown  grace 
 With  pleafure  and  furprife. 
 
 HYMN    VII.     [CM.] 
 
 The  invitation  of  the  go/pel :   or,  Jpiritual  food 
 and  clothing.  Ifa.  lv.  1,  &e. 
 
 1  T   ET  ev'ry  mortal  ear  attend, 
 _L*     And  ev'ry  heart  rejoice ; 
 The  trumpet  of  the  gofpel  founds 
 
 With  an  inviting  voice. 
 
 2  Ho  !  all  ye  hungry  ftarving  fouls 
 
 .That  feed  upon  the  wind, 
 And  vainly  ftrive  with  earthly  toys 
 To  fill  an  empty  mind  j 
 
6  HYMN    VIII.  [Book  I. 
 
 3  Eternal  wifdom  has  prepar'd 
 
 A  foul-reviving  feaft, 
 And  bids  your  longing  appetites 
 The  rich  provision  tafle. 
 
 4  Ho  !  ye  that  pant  for  living  ftreams, 
 
 And  pine  away  and  die ; 
 Heje  you  may  quench  your  raging  thirfi 
 With  fprings  that  never  dry. 
 
 5  Rivers  of  love  and  mercy  here 
 
 In  a  rich  ocean  join; 
 Salvation  in  abundance  flows, 
 Like  floods  of  milk  and  wine. 
 
 6  [Ye  periihing  and  naked  poor, 
 
 Who  work  with  mighty  pain 
 To  weave  a  garment  of  your  own, 
 That  will  not  hide  your  fin  ; 
 jr  Come  naked,  and  adorn  your  fouls 
 In  robes  prepar'd  by  God, 
 Wrought  by  the  labours  of  his  Son, 
 And  dy'd  in  his  own  blood.] 
 
 8  Dear  God!  the  treafures  of  thy  love 
 
 Are  everlafting  mines, 
 Deep  as  our  helplefs  mis'ries  are, 
 And  boundlefs  as  our  fins! 
 
 9  The  happy  gates  of  gofpel-grace 
 
 Stand  open  night  and  day": 
 Lord,  we  are  come  to  feek  fupplies, 
 And  drive  our  wants  away. 
 
 HYMN   VIII.     (CM.) 
 
 The  fafety  and  protection  of  the  church, 
 Iia.  xxvi.  i—6. 
 
 O  W  honourable  is  the  place 
 Where  we  adoring  ftand} 
 Zion,  the  glory  of  the  earth, 
 And  beauty  of  the  laud  J 
 
 JH 
 
Book  I.]  HYMN    IX.  > 
 
 a  Bulwarks  of  mighty  grace  defend 
 
 The  city  where  we  dwell ; 
 The  walls,  of  ftrong  Taxation  made9 
 
 Defy  th'  alTaults  of  hell. 
 
 3  Lift  up  the  everlafting  gates, 
 
 The  doors  wide  open  fling; 
 Enter,  ye  nations  that  obey 
 The  flatutes  of  our  king. 
 
 4  Here  (hall  you  tafte  unmingled  joys, 
 
 And  live  in  perfect  peace  ; 
 You  that  have  known  Jehovah's  name^ 
 And  ventur'd  on  his  grace. 
 
 5  Truft  in  the  Lord,  for  ever  trull, 
 
 And  banifli  all  your  fears  : 
 Strength  in  the  Lord  Jehovah  dwells, 
 Eternal  as  his  years. 
 
 6  What  tho'  the  rebels  dwell  on  high, 
 
 His  arm  fhall  bring  them  low : 
 Low  as  the  caverns  of  the  grave 
 Their  lofty  heads  fhall  bow. 
 
 7  On  Babylon  our  feet  (hall  tread 
 
 In  that  rejoicing  hour; 
 The  ruins  of  her  walls  fhall  fpread 
 A  pavement  for  the  poor. 
 
 HYMN     IX.     [CM.] 
 
 The  promifes  of  the  covenant  of  grace, 
 
 Ifa.  lv.  i,  2.      Zech.  xiii.  i.        Micah  vii.  iq, 
 
 Ezek.  xxxvi.  25,  &c. 
 
 l   T  N  vain  we  laviih  out  our  lives 
 JL     To  gather  empty  wind  : 
 The  choiceft  b  tellings  earth  can  yield 
 Will  ftarve  a  hungry  mind. 
 2-  Come,  and  the  Lord  fhall  feed  our  fouls 
 With  more  fubftantial  meat; 
 With  fuch  as  faints  in  glory  love, 
 With  fuch  as  angels  eat, 
 A3 
 
8  HYMN    IX.  [Book  I 
 
 3  Onf  God  will  ev'ry  want  fupply, 
 
 And  fill  our  hearts  with  peace  ; 
 He  gives  by  covenant  and  by  oath 
 The  riches  of  his  grace. 
 
 4  Come,  and  he'll  cleanfe  our  fpotted  fouls, 
 
 And  wafh  away  our  Mains, 
 In  the  dear  fountain  that  his  Son 
 Pour'd  from  his  dying  veins. 
 
 5  [Our  guilt  fhall  vanifh  all  away, 
 
 Tho'  black  as  hell  before; 
 Our  fins  lhall  fink  beneath  the  fea, 
 And  lhall  be  found  no  more. 
 
 6  And  left  pollution  mould  o'erfpread 
 
 Our  inward  pow'rs  again, 
 His  Spirit  fhall  bedew  our  fouls 
 
 Like  purifying  rain.] 
 J  Our  heart,  that  flinty  itubborn  thing, 
 
 That  terrors  cannot  move, 
 That  fears  no  threathings  of  his  wrath, 
 
 Shall  be  dillolv'd  by  love  : 
 
 8  Or  he  can  take  the  flint  away, 
 
 That  would  not  lie  refin'd. 
 And  from  the  treasures  of  his  grace 
 Bellow  a  fofter  mind. 
 
 9  There  lhall  his  facred  Spirit  dwell, 
 
 And  deep  engrave  his  law; 
 And  ev'rv  motion  of  our  fouls 
 To  fwift  obedience  draw. 
 
 10  Thus  will  he  pour  faivation  down, 
 
 And  we  fhall  render  praife  ; 
 We  the  dear  people  of  his  love, 
 And  he  our  God  of  grace, 
 
Book  I.]  HYMN    X.Xf,  9 
 
 HYMN    X.     [S.  M.] 
 
 The  blefjednefs  of  go/pel  times  :  or,  the  revelation 
 
 of  Chrift  to  jfews  and  Gentiles, 
 
 Ifa.  v.  2,  7--10.     Matt.  xiii.  16,  17* 
 
 1  ttOW  beauteous  are  their  feet 
 rl  Who  ftand  on  Zion's  hill! 
 
 Who  bring  falvation  on  their  tongues. 
 And  words  of  peace  reveal* 
 
 2  How  charming  is  their  voice ! 
 How  fweet  the  tidings  are  ! 
 
 ','  Zion,  behold  thy  Saviour-King, 
 "  He  reigns  and  triumphs  here." 
 
 3  How  happy  are  our  ears 
 That  hear  this  joyful  found, 
 
 Which  kings  and  prophets  waited  for3 
 And  fought,  but  never  found  ! 
 
 4  How  bleiled  are  our  eyes 
 That  fee  this  heav'nly  light; 
 
 Prophets  and  kings  dehr'd  it  long. 
 But  dy'd  without  the.  fight! 
 
 5  The  watchmen  join  their  voice, 
 And  tuneful  notes  employ ; 
 
 Jerufalem  breaks  forth  in  fongs, 
 And  deferts  learn  the  joy. 
 
 6  The  Lord  makes  bare  his  arm 
 Thro'  all  the  earth  abroad  : 
 
 Let  ev'ry  nation  now  behold 
 Their  Saviour  and  their  God. 
 
 HYMN     XL     [L.  M.] 
 The  humble  enlightened,  and  carnal  reafon  hum- 
 bled: or,  the' Jbvereignty  of> grace. 
 Luke  x.  21,  22. 
 
 1  rT'HER.E.  was  an  hour  when  Chrift  re- 
 A  joic'd, 
 
 And  fpoke  his  joy  in  words  of  praife; 
 _  Father,  I  thank  thee,  mighty  God, 
 Lord  of  the  earth,  and  heav'ns  and  fcas. 
 
30  HYMN    XII.  [Book  I. 
 
 2  "  I  thank  thy  fov'reign  pow'r  and  love, 
 "  That  crowns  my  doctrine  with  fuccefs; 
 
 "  And  makes  the  babes  in  knowledge  learn 
 "  The  heights,    and  breadths,  and  lengths 
 "  of  grace. 
 
 3  "  But  all  this  glory  lies  conceal'd 
 
 "  From  men  of  prudence  and  of  wit ; 
 
 "  The  prince  of  darknefs  blinds  their  eyes, 
 
 <c  And  their  own  pride  refifts  the  li'<ht. 
 
 4  "  Father,  'tis  thus,  becaufe  thy  will 
 "  Chofe  and  ordain'd  it  mould  be  fo  ; 
 '*  'Tis  thy  delight  t'  abafe  the  proud, 
 li  And  lay  the  haughty  fcorner  low. 
 
 5  "  There's  none  can  know  the  Father  right, 
 "  But  thofe  that  learn  it  from  the  Son; 
 
 "  Nor  can  the  Son  be  well  receiv'd, 
 
 '-'  But  where  the  Father  makes  him  known. 
 
 6  "  Then  let  our  fouls  adore  our  God, 
 "  That  deals  his  graces  as  he  pleafe ; 
 "  Nor  gives  to  mortals  an  account 
 
 "  Or  of  his  actions,  or  decrees." 
 
 HYMN    XII.     [CM.] 
 
 Free  grace  in  revealing  (Thrift,  Luke  x.  21. 
 
 I   TESUS,  the  man  of  conftant  grief, 
 J      A  mourner  all  his  days  ; 
 His  Spirit  once  rejoic'd  aloud, 
 And  turn'd  his  joy  to  praife.. 
 2.  "  Father,  I  thank  thy  wond'rous  love, 
 "  That  hath  reveal'd  thy  Son 
 "  To  men  unlearned  ;  and  to  babes 
 "  Has  made  thy  gofpel  known. 
 3  "  The  myft'ries  of  redeeming  grace 
 "  Are  hidden  from  the  wife; 
 "  While  pride  and  carnal  reas'ning  join 
 "  To  fwell  and  blind  their  eyes." 
 
B-ook  I.]        HYMN    XIII.  XIV.  n 
 
 4  Thus  doth  the  Lord  of  heav'n  and  earth 
 His  great  decrees  fulfil, 
 And  orders  all  his  works  of  grace 
 By  his  own  fov'reign  will. 
 
 HYMN    XIII.     [L.  M.] 
 
 The  Son  of  God  incarnate :    or,  the  titles  and 
 the  kingdom  of  Chrift,  Ifaiah  ix.  2,  6,  7. 
 
 j  T~iHE  lands  that  long  in  darknefs  lay, 
 J_     Now  have  beheld  a  heav'nly  light; 
 
 Nations  that  fat  in  death's  cold  made, 
 
 Are  blefs'd  with  beams  divinely  bright. 
 %  The  virgin's  promised  Son  is  born; 
 
 Behold  th'  expected  child  appear! 
 
 What  mall  his  names  or  titles  be? 
 
 "  The  Wonderful,  the  Counfellor!" 
 
 3  [This  infant  is  the  mighty  God, 
 Come  to  be  fuckled  and  ador'd  ; 
 Th7  eternal  Father,  Prince  of  Peace, 
 The  Son  of  David,  and  his  Lord.] 
 
 4  The  government  of  earth  and  feas 
 Upon  his  fhoulder  (hall  be  laid; 
 His  wide  dominions  ihall  increafe, 
 And  honours  to  his  name  be  paid- 
 
 5  Jefus,  the  holy  child,  mail  fit 
 
 High  on  his  father  David's  throne;  - 
 
 Shall  cruih  his  foes  beneath  his  feet,   9J*sC>  ■  2-  ■ 
 And  reign  to  ages  yet  unknown.  1(**>  /^ 
 
 HYMN    XIV.     [L.-M.] 
 
 The  triumph  of  faith:  or,  Chrift'j  unchangea- 
 ble love,  Rom.  viii.  33,  &c. 
 
 J  TT7HO  ihall  the  Lord's  eleft  condemn 2 
 VV     'Tis  God  that  juftifies  their  fouls  i 
 And  mercy,  like  a  mighty  Itream, 
 O'er  all  their  fins  divinely  rolls. 
 A4 
 
 &*.sr.6t 
 
12  HYMN    XV.  [Bookl. 
 
 2  Who  fhall  adjudge  the  faints  to  hell  ? 
 "Tis  Chrift  that  fuffer'd  in  their  Head; 
 And  the  falvation  to  fulfil, 
 
 Behold  him  riling  from  the  dead  ! 
 
 3  He  lives  !  he  lives,  and  fits  above, 
 For  ever  interceding  there: 
 
 Who  fhall  divide  us  from  his  love? 
 Or  what  fhould  tempt  us  to  defpair? 
 
 4  Shall  perfecution,  or  diftrefs, 
 Famine,  or  fword,  ornakednefs? 
 He  that  hath  lov'd  us  bears  us  thro', 
 And  makes  us  more  than  conqu'rors  too. 
 
 5  Faith  hath  an  overcoming  pow'r, 
 It  triumphs  in  the  dying  hour: 
 Chrift  is  our  life,  our  joy,  our  hope; 
 Nor  can  we  ftnk  with  fuch  a  prop. 
 
 6  Not  all  that  men  on  earth  can  do, 
 
 Nor  pow'rs  on  hi^h,  nor  pow'rs  below, 
 
 Shall  caufe  his  mercy  to  remove, 
 
 Or  wean  our  hearts  from  Chrift  our  love. 
 
 HYMN    XV.     [L.  M.] 
 
 Our   own*  weakncfs,    and   Chrift  our  ftrength, 
 2  Cor.  xii.  7,  9.  10. 
 
 1  T   ET  me  but  hear  my  Saviour  fay, 
 
 •    jLj   "  Strength  fhall  be  equal  to  thy  day;" 
 .  X-hen  I  rejoice  in  deep  diftrefs, 
 Leasing  on  all-fufficient  grace. 
 
 2  I  glory  in  infirmity, 
 
 That  Chrift's  own  pow'r  may  reft  on  me; 
 When  I  am  weak,  then  am  I  ftrong; 
 Grace  is  my  lhield,  and  Chrift  my  fong. 
 
 3  I  can  do  all  things,  or  can  bear 
 Ail  fufPrjngs,  if  my  Lord  be  there; 
 Sweet  pjteafures  mingle  with  the  pains, 
 While  his  left  hand  my  head  fuftains, 
 
Book  L]        HYMN  XVI.  XVII.  15 
 
 4  But  if  the  Lord  be  once  withdrawn, 
 And  we  attempt  the  work  alone, 
 When  new  temptations  fpring  and  rife, 
 We  find  how  great  our  weaknels  is. 
 
 5  So  Samfon,  when  his  hair  was  loft, 
 Met  the  Phiiiftines  to  his  colt; 
 Shook  his  vain  limbs  with  fad  furprife, 
 Made  feeble  fight,  and  loft  his  eyes. 
 
 HYMN    XVI.     [C.  M.] 
 
 Hcjama  to  Chrift, 
 Matt.  xxi.  9.     Luke  xix.  38,  40, 
 
 1  TJ"  O  S  A  N  N  A  to  the  royal  Son 
 XL     Of  David's  ancient  line  ! 
 His  natures  two,  his  perfon  one, 
 Myfterious  and  divine. 
 1  The  root  of  David  here,  we  find, 
 And  offspring,  is  the  fame; 
 Eternity  and  time  3re  join'd 
 In  our  Immanuei's  name. 
 
 3  Blefs'd  he  that  comes  to  wretched  men 
 
 With  peaceful  news  from  heav'n ! 
 Hofannas  of  the  higheft  ftrain 
 To  Chrift  the  Lord  be  giv'n ! 
 
 4  Let  mortals  ne'er  refufe  to  take 
 
 Th'  hofanna  on  their  tongues, 
 Left  rocks  and  ftones  lhould  rife  and  break 
 Their  filence  into  fongs. 
 
 H  Y  M  N    XVII.     [C.  M,] 
 
 ViBory  over  death,  j  Cor.  sv.  55,  &a 
 
 1   /~\  For  an  overcoming  faith, 
 \_/       To  cheer  my  dying  hours, 
 To  triumph  o'er  the  moniter,  Death, 
 And  all  his  frightful  pow'rsl 
 
i4  HYMN    XVIII.  XIX.        [Book  L 
 
 2  Joyful,  with  all  the  ftrength  I  have, 
 
 My  quiv'ring  lips  fhould  fing, 
 "  Where  is  thy  boafled  \jicVry,  Grave; 
 "  And  where  the  monfter's  fling?" 
 
 3  If  fin  be  pardon'd,  I'm  fecure; 
 
 Death  hath  no  fling  befide; 
 The  law  gives  fin  its  damning  pow'r; 
 But  (Thrift,  my  ranfom,  dy'd. 
 
 4  Now  to  the  God  of  victory 
 
 Immortal  thanks  be  paid, 
 VVho  makes  us  conqu'rors  while  we  die 
 Thro'  Chrift  our  living  head. 
 
 HYMN     XVIII.     [CM.] 
 
 Blejjed  are  the  dead  that  die  in  the  Lord, 
 Rev.  xiv.  3. 
 
 EAR  what  the  voice  from  heav'n  pro« 
 claims 
 For  all  the  pious  dead  ; 
 Sweet  is  the  favour  of  their  names, 
 And  foft  their  fleeping  bed. 
 %  They  die  in  Jefus  and  are  blefs'd  ; 
 How  kind  their  /lumbers  are ! 
 From  fuff'rings  and  from  fins  releas'd., 
 And  freed  from  ev'ry  fnare. 
 3  Far  from  this  world  of  toil  and  ftrife^ 
 They're  prefent  with  the  Lord ; 
 The  labours  of  their  mortal  life 
 End  in  a  large  reward. 
 
 HYMN    XIX.     [C.M.J 
 
 The  Jong  of  Simeon  :  or,  death  made  deJiraNe, 
 
 Luke  ii.  27,  &c. 
 IT    ORD,  at  thy  temple  we  appear, 
 X_j     As  happy  Simeon  came, 
 And  hope  to  meet  our  Saviour  here 5 
 O  make  our  joys  the  fame ! 
 
 SH 
 
BookL]  HYMN    XX.  15 
 
 %  With  what  divine  and  vaft  delight 
 The  good  old  man  was  fill'd, 
 When  fondly  in  his  withered  arms 
 He  ciafp'd  the  holy  child  ! 
 
 3  "  Now  I  can  leave  this  world  (he  cry'd) 
 
 *'  Behold  thy  fervant  dies  ; 
 *'  I've  feen  thy  great  falvation,  Lord; 
 "  And  clofe  my  peaceful  eyes. 
 
 4  "  This  is  the  light  prepaid  to  thine 
 
 "  Upon  the  Gentile  lands; 
 *.*  Thine  Ifr'el's  glory,  and  their  hope, 
 "  To  break  their  llavilh  bands." 
 
 5  [Jefus  !  the  vifion  of  thy  face 
 
 Hath  overpow'ring  charms! 
 Scarce  (hall  I  feel  death's  cold  embrace,  , 
 If  (Thrift  be  in  my  arms. 
 
 6  Then,  while  ye  hear  my  heartftrings  break, 
 
 How  fweet  my  minutes  roll! 
 A  mortal  palenefs  on  my  cheek, 
 And  glory  in  my  foul.] 
 
 HYMN    XX.     [C.  M. j 
 
 Spiritual  apparel,  namely,  the  robe  of  righteouf- 
 nefs,  and  garment  of  falvation,  Ifa.  lxi.  10. 
 
 3     a  WAKE,  my  heart,  arife  my  tongue^ 
 jtx.     Prepare  a  tuneful  voice, 
 In  God,  the  life  of  all  my  joys, 
 Aloud  will  I  rejoice. 
 a  'Tis  he  adorn'd  my  naked  foul, 
 And  made  falvation  mine  ; 
 Upon  a  poor  pulluted  worm 
 He  makes  his  graces  mine. 
 3  And  left  the  fhadow  of  a  fpot, 
 Should  on  my  foul  be  found, 
 He  took  the  robe  the  Saviour  wrought 
 And  caft  it  all  around. 
 AS 
 
i6  HYMN    XXI.  [Book  I. 
 
 4  How  far  the  heav'nly  robe  exceeds 
 
 What  earthly  princes  wear! 
 Thefe  ornaments,  how  bright  they  fhine! 
 How  white  the  garments  are! 
 
 5  The  Spirit  wrought  my  faith,  and  love, 
 
 And  hope,  .and  ev'ry  grace  : 
 But  jefus  fpent  his  life  to  work 
 The  robe  of  righteoufnefs. 
 
 6  Strangely,  my  foul,  art  thou  array'd 
 
 By  the  great  Sacred  Three  ! 
 In  fweeteft  harmony  of  praife 
 Let  all  thy  pow'rs  agree. 
 
 HYMN    XXI.     [CM.] 
 
 A  vljion  of  the  kingdom  of  Chrift  among  men. 
 Rev.  xxi.  1--4. 
 
 2  T    O,  what  a  glorious  fight  appears 
 -l—<     To  our  believing  eyes! 
 
 The  earth  and  feas  are  pafs'd  away, 
 
 And  the  old  rolling  fides  : 
 a  From  the  third  beav'n,  where  Goci  refides, 
 
 That  holy,  happy  place, 
 The  New  Jerufalem  comes  down, 
 
 Adonfri  with  mining  grace. 
 
 3  Attending  angels  lhout  for  joy, 
 
 And  the  bright  armies  fing, 
 "  Mortals,  behold  the  facred  feat 
 "  Of  your  defcending  King. 
 
 4  u  The  God  of  glory  down  to  men 
 
 '*  Removes  his  blefs'd  abode; 
 "  Men,  the  dear  objects  of  his  grace, 
 "  And  he  the  loving  God. 
 
 5  "  His  own  foft  hand  (hall  wipe  the  tears 
 
 "  From  ev'ry  weeping  eye; 
 €l  And  pains  and  groans,  and  griefs  and  fears, 
 "  And  death  itfelf  ihaU  die." 
 
Book  I.]        HYMN  XXIV.  XXV.  1 7 
 
 6  How  long,  dear  Saviour,  O  how  long! 
 Shall  this  bright  hour  delay? 
 Fly  fwifter  round,  ye  wheels  of  time, 
 And  bring  the  welcome  day. 
 
 HYMN  XXII.  and  XXIII.  referred  to 
 
 Pfalm  C2.xv. 
 
 HYMN    XXIV.     [L.M.] 
 
 The  rich  finder  dying,  Pfalm  xlix.  6,  9,  Eccl. 
 viii.  8.  Job  iii.  14,  15. 
 
 1  tN  vain  the  wealthy  mortals  toil, 
 
 j_  And  heap  their  mining  duft  in  vain ; 
 Look  down  and  fcorn  the  humble  poor, 
 And  boafr  their  lofty  hills  of  gain. 
 
 2  Their  golden  cordials  cannot  eafe 
 Their  pained  hearts  or  aching  heads, 
 Nor  fright,  nor  bribe  approaching  death, 
 From  glitt'ring  roofs  and  downy  beds. 
 
 3  The  fihg'ring,  the  unwilling  foul, 
 The  difmal  fummons  muft  obey, 
 And  bid  a  long,  a  fad  farewel, 
 To  the  pale  lump  of  lifelcfs  clay. 
 
 4  Thence  they  are  huddled  to  the  grave, 
 "Where  kings  and  Haves  have  equal  thrones; 
 Their  bones  without  difdncHon  lie, 
 Aniongll  the  heap  of  meaner  bones. 
 
 The  reft  referred  to  Pfalm  xlix. 
 
 HYMN    XXV.     [L.M.] 
 A  vifion  cf  the  Lamb,  Rev.  v.  6—9, 
 LL  mortal  vanities  be  gone, 
 
 A 
 
 Nor  tempt  my  eyes,  nor  tire  my  ears; 
 Behold  amidft  th'  eternal  throne 
 A  vifiots  of  the  Lamb  appears. 
 
i8  HYMN    XXV.  [BookL 
 
 2  [Glory  his  fleecy  robe  adorns, 
 Mark'd  with  the  blo#dy  death  he  bore ; 
 Sev'n  are  his  eyes,  and  fev'n  his  horns, 
 To  fpeak  his  wifdom  and  his  pow'r. 
 
 3  Lo,  he  receives  a  fealed  book 
 From  him  that  fits  upon  the  throne: 
 Jefus,  my  Lord,  prevails  to  look 
 
 On  dark  decrees,  and  things  unknown.] 
 
 4  All  the  affembling  faints  around 
 Fall  worshipping  before  the  Lamb, 
 And  in  new  fongs  of  gofpel  found 
 Addrefs  their  honours  to  his  name. 
 
 5  [The  joy,  the  fhout,  the  harmony 
 Flies  o'er  the  everlafting  hills ; 
 
 "  Worthy  art  thou  alone  (they  cry) 
 
 "  To  read  the  book,  to  loofe  the  feals.''} 
 
 6  Our  voices  join  the  heav'nly  ftrain, 
 And  with  tranfporting  pleafure  fing, 
 
 "  Worthy  the  Lamb  that  once  was  ilaiB, 
 M  To  be  our  teacher  and  our  king !" 
 f  His  words  of  prophecy  reveal 
 Eternal  counfels,  deep  defigns; 
 His  grace  and  vengeance  ihali  fulfil 
 The  peaceful  and  the  dreadful  lines  : 
 
 8  Thou  haft  redeemed  our  fouls  from  heli 
 With  thine  invaluable  blood: 
 
 And  wretches  that  did  once  rebel, 
 Are  now  made  fav'rites  of  their  God. 
 
 9  Worthy  for  ever  is  the  Lord, 
 That  dy'd  for  treafons  not  his  own, 
 By  ev'ry  tongue  to  be  ador'd, 
 
 And  dwell  upon  his  Father's  throne! 
 
Book  L]         HYMN    XXVI.  XXVII.        19 
 
 HYMN    XXVI.     [C.  M.] 
 
 Hope  of  heaven  by  the  refurreCtion  of  Chrift, 
 1  Pet.  i.  3-5. 
 
 1  T)LE  S  S '  D  be  the  everlafting  God, 
 JD     The  Father  of  our  Lord  ; 
 Be  his  abounding  mercy  prais'd, 
 His  majefty  ador'd. 
 3  When  from  the  dead  he  rais'd  his  Son, 
 And  call'd  him  to  the  fky, 
 He  gave  our  fouls  a  lively  hope 
 That  they  mould  never  die. 
 
 3  What  tho'  our  inbred  fins  require 
 
 Our  flem  to  fee  the  dufl, 
 Yet  as  the  Lord  our  Saviour  rofe, 
 So  all  his  follow'rs  muir. 
 
 4  There's  an  inheritance  divine, 
 
 Referv'd  againft  that  day; 
 'Tis  uncorrupted,  undenTd, 
 And  cannot  fade  way. 
 
 5  Saints  by  the  pow'r  of  God  are  kept 
 
 Till  the  falvation  come; 
 We  walk  by  faith,  as  Grangers  here, 
 Till  Chrift  {hall  call  us  home. 
 
 HYMN    XXVII.     [C.  M.] 
 
 Ajjurance  of  heaven:  or,  a  faint  prepared  to  die, 
 2  Tim.  iv.  6,  7,  8,  18. 
 
 1  [t\EATH  may  dhfolve  my  body  now, 
 
 iy     And  bear  my  fpirit  home ; 
 Why  do  my  minutes  move  fo  flow, 
 Nor  my  falvation  come? 
 
 2  With  heav'nly  weapons  I  have  fought 
 
 The  battles  of  the  Lord, 
 Finifh'd  my  courfe,  and  kept  the  faith. 
 And  wait  the  fure  reward.] 
 
20  HYMN    XXVIII.  [Book  I. 
 
 3  God  has  laid  up  in  heav'n  for  me 
 
 A  crown  which  cannot  fade  ; 
 The  righteous  judge  at  that  great  day- 
 Shall  place  it  on  my  head. 
 
 4  Nor  hath  the  king  of  grace  decreed 
 
 This  prize  for  me  alone; 
 But  all  that  love,  and  long  to  fee 
 Th'  appearance  of  his  Son. 
 
 5  Jefus,  the  Lord,  (hall  guard  me  fafe 
 
 From  ev'ry  ill  defi^n  ; 
 And  to  his  heav'nly  kingdom  take 
 This  feeble  roul  of  mine. 
 
 6  God  is  my  everlafting  aid, 
 
 And  hell  fnall  rage  in  vain ; 
 
 To  him  be  higheft  glory  paid, 
 
 And  endlefs  praife — Amen. 
 
 HYMN    XXVIII.     [C.  M.] 
 
 The  triumph  of  Chrift  over  the  enemies  of  his 
 church,  Ifa.  lxiii.  t--  3,  &c. 
 
 1  TT7HAT  mighty  man,  or  mighty  God, 
 
 VV      Comes  travelling  in  flate 
 Along  the  Idumean  road, 
 Away  from  Bozrah's  gate  f 
 
 2  The  glory  of  his  robes  proclaim 
 
 'Tis  fome  victorious  king  : 
 "  Tis  I,  the  juft,  th'  Almighty  One, 
 "  That  your  falvation  bring." 
 
 3  Why,  mighty  Lord,  thy  faints  enquire, 
 
 Why  thine  apparel's  red  ; 
 And  all  thy  vefture  ftain'd  like  thofe 
 Who  in  the  wiiie-prefs  tread? 
 
 4  "  I  by  myfelf  have  trod  the  prefs, 
 
 "  And  crulli'd  my  foes  alone; 
 "  My  wrath  has  ft  ruck  the  rebels  dead, 
 "  My  fury  itamp'd  them  down. 
 
Book  I.]  HYMN    XXIX.  21 
 
 5  "  'Tis  Edom's  blood  that  dyes  my  robes 
 
 "  With  joyful  fcarlet  ftains ; 
 "  The  triumph  that  my  raiment  wears 
 "  Sprung  from  my  bleeding  veins. 
 
 6  "Thus  lhall  the  nations  be  deftroy'd 
 
 "  That  dare  infult  my  faints  : 
 "  I  have  an  arm  t'  avenge  their  wrongs, 
 "  An  ear  for  their  complaints." 
 
 HYMN    XXIX.     [CM,] 
 
 The  fecond  part:  or,  the  ruin  of  Aniichri$, 
 Ifa.  Ixiii.  4—7. 
 
 1  "  T  Lift  my  banner  (faith  the  Lord) 
 1     "  Where  Antichrift  has  flood  ; 
 "  The  city  of  my  gofpel-foes 
 "  Shall  be  a  field  of  blood. 
 0.  "  My  heart  hath  ftudy'd  juft  revenge, 
 "  And  now  the  day  appears; 
 "The  day  of  my  redeemed  is  come, 
 "  To  wipe  away  their  tears. 
 
 3  "  Quite  weary  is  my  patience  grown, 
 
 "  And  bids  my  fury  go  : 
 "  Swift  as  the  light'ning  it  fhall  move, 
 ts  And  be  as  fatal  too. 
 
 4  "  I  call  for  helpers,  but  in  vain  : 
 
 "  Then  has  my  gofpel  none  ? 
 "  Well,  mine  own  arm  has  might  enough 
 "  To  crufh  my  foes  alone. 
 
 5  "  Slaughter  and  my  devouring  fword 
 
 *'  Shall  walk  the  ftreets  around, 
 "  Babel  lhall  reel  beneath  my  ftroke, 
 "  And  tfagger  to  the  ground." 
 
 6  Thy  honours,  O  victorious  King  ! 
 
 Thine  own  right  hand  {hall  raife, 
 While  we  thine  awful  vengeance  fing 
 And  our  deliverer  praife. 
 
%%        HYMN    XXX.  XXXII.        [Book  L 
 HYMN    XXX.     [L.  M.] 
 
 Prayer  for   deliverance  anfweredy 
 Ifa.  xxvi.  8—  20. 
 
 1  T  N  thine  own  ways,  O  God  of  love, 
 X  We  wait  the  vifits  of  thy  grace ; 
 Our  fouls  defire  is  to  thy  name, 
 
 And  the  remembrance  of  thy  face. 
 
 2  My  thoughts  are  fearching,  Lord,  for  thee 
 'Mongft  the  black  fhades  of  lonefome  night; 
 My  earneft  cries  falute  the  fkies 
 
 Before  the  dawn  reftore,  the  light. 
 
 3  Look  how  rebellious  men  deride 
 The  tender  patience  of  my  God; 
 But  they  mall  fee  thy  lifted  hand, 
 And  feel  the  fcourges  of  thy  rod. 
 
 4  Hark!  the  Eternal  rends  the  Iky. 
 A  mighty  voice  before  him  goes  ; 
 A  voice  of  mufic  to  his  friends, 
 But  threatning  thunder  to  his  foes. 
 
 5  Come,  children,  to  your  Father's  arms,, 
 Hide  in  the  chambers  of  my  grace, 
 Till  the  fierce  ftorms  be  overblown, 
 And  my  revenging  fury  ceafe. 
 
 6  My  fword  (hall  boaft  its  thoufands  flain, 
 And  drink  the  blood  of  haughty  kings, 
 "While  heav'nly  peace  around  my  flock 
 Stretches  its  foft  and  thady  wings. 
 
 HYMN    XXXI.     referred  to  Pfalm  i. 
 
 HYMN    XXXII.     [CM.] 
 
 Strength  from  heaven,  Ifaiah  xl.  27- --30. 
 
 I  TTTHENCE  do  our  mournful  thoughts 
 W  arife  ? 
 
 And  where's  our  courage  fled? 
 Has  reftlefs  fin  and  raging  hell 
 Struck  all  our  comforts  dead? 
 
Book  I.]        HYMN    XXXIX.  23 
 
 2  Have  we  forgot  th'  almighty  name 
 
 That  form'd  the  earth  and  fea  ? 
 And  can  an  all-creating  arm 
 Grow  weary  or  decay? 
 
 3  Treasures  of  everlafting  might 
 
 In  our  Jehovah  dwell ; 
 He  gives  the  conqueft  to  the  weak, 
 And  treads  their  foes  to  hell. 
 
 4  Mere  mortal  pow'r  {ball  fade  and  die, 
 
 And  youthful  vigour  ceafe  ; 
 But  we  that  wait  upon  the  Lord, 
 Shall  feel  our  ftrength  increafe.  _ 
 
 5  The  faints  iliall  mount  on  eagles  wings, 
 
 And  tafte  the  promis'd  blifs, 
 Till  their  unwearied  feet  arrive 
 Where  perfect  pleafure  is. 
 
 HYMN  XXXIII.  XXXIV.  XXXV.  XXXVI, 
 XXXVII.  XXXVIII.  referred  to  Pfalm 
 cxxxi.  cxxxiv.  lxvii."  lxxiii.  xc.  and  lxxxiv. 
 
 KYMN    XXXIX.     [CM.] 
 
 God'x  tender  care  cf  his  church, 
 Ifaiah  xlix.   13,  &c. 
 
 1   x  j  O  W  fhallmy  inward  joys  arife, 
 lN      And  bunt  into  a  fong; 
 Almighty  love  infpires  my  heart, 
 And  pleafure  tunes  my  tongue. 
 %  God  on  his  thirfty  Sion  hill 
 
 Some  mercy-drops  has  thrown, 
 And  folemn  oaths  have  bound  his  love 
 To  fhow'r  falvation  down. 
 3  Why  do  we  then  indulge  our  fears, 
 Sufpicions  and  complaints? 
 Is  he  a  God,  and  ihaii  his  grace 
 Grow  weary  of  hi:  faints  ? 
 
44  HYMN    XL.  [Book  I. 
 
 4  Can  a  kind  woman  e'er  forget 
 
 The  infant  of  her  womb, 
 And  'mongft  a  thoufand  tender  thoughts, 
 Her  fuckling  have  no  room  ? 
 
 5  "  Yet,  faith  the  Lord,  mould  nature  change, 
 
 '    And  mothers  monfters  prove, 
 "  Sion  ftill  dwells  upon  the  heart 
 "  .Of  everlafhng  love. 
 
 6  "  Deep  on  the  palms  of  both  my  hands 
 
 "  I  have  engrav'd  her  name; 
 "  My  hand  fliail  raife  her  ruin'd  walls, 
 "  And  build  her  broken  frame." 
 
 HYMN     XL.     [L.  M.] 
 
 The  bujinefs  and  blejjednefs  of  glorified  faints, 
 Rev.  viii.  13,  &rc. 
 
 1   •'  TTTHAT  happy  men  or  angels  thefe, 
 VV     "  That  all  their  robes  are  fpotlefs 
 "  white? 
 c<  Whence  did  this  glorious  troop  arrive^ 
 "  At  the  pure  realms  of  hcav'nly  light  V* 
 1  From  tort'ring  racks  and  burning  fires, 
 And  feas  of  their  own  blood,  they  came  : 
 But  nobler  blood  has  wafli'd  their  robes, 
 Flowing  from  (Thrift  the  dying  Lamb. 
 
 3  Now  they  approach  th'  Almighty  throne, 
 With  leud  hofannas  night  and  day  ; 
 Sweet  anthems  to  the  great  Three  One, 
 Meafure  their  blefs'd  eternity. 
 
 4  No  more  fhall  hunger  pain  their  fouls  ; 
 He  bids  their  parching  thiift  be  gone ; 
 And  fpreads  the  fhadow  of  his  wings, 
 To  fcreen  'em  from  the  fcorching  fun. 
 
 5  The  Lamb  that  fills  the  middle  throne, 
 Shall  lhed  around  his  milder  beams  ; 
 There  lhall  they  feaft  on  his  rich  love, 
 And  dnuk  full  joys  from  living  ftrearos. 
 
Book  I.]  HYMN    XLI.  *$ 
 
 6  Thus  ihall  their  mighty  blifs  renew- 
 Thro'  the  vail  round  of  endlefs  years, 
 And  the  foft  hand  of  fov'reign  grace, 
 Heals  all  their  wounds,  and  wipes  their  tears. 
 
 HYMN    XLI.     [C.  M.] 
 
 The  fame :  cr,  the  martyrs  glorified, 
 Rev.  vii.  13.  &c. 
 
 I  "  T^HESE  glorious  minds,  how  bright 
 X  "  they  lhine! 
 
 *'  Whence  all  their  white  array  ! 
 "  How  came  they  to  the  happy  feats 
 "  Of  everlafting  day?" 
 Z  From  tort'ring  pains  to  endlefs  joys 
 On  fi'ry  wheels  they  rode, 
 And  ftrangely  wafh'd  their  raiment  white 
 In  Jefu's  dying  blood. 
 
 3  Now  they  approach  a  fpotlefs  God, 
 
 And  bow  before  his  throne  ; 
 Their  warbling  harps  and  facred  fongs 
 Adore  the  Holy  One. 
 
 4  The  unveil'd  glories  of  his  face 
 
 Amongfl  his  faints  refide, 
 While  the  rich  treafure  of  his  grace 
 Sees  all  their  wants  fupply'd. 
 
 5  Tormenting  thirft  ihall  leave  their  fouls, 
 
 And  hunger  flee  as  faft ; 
 The  fruit  of  life's  immortal  tree 
 Shall  be  their  fweet  repaft. 
 
 6  The  Lamb  Ihall  lead  his  heav'enly  flock 
 
 Where  living  fountains  rife, 
 And  love  divine  ihall  wipe  away 
 The  forrows  of  their  eyes, 
 
26  HYMN    XLII.  [BookL 
 
 HYMN    XLII.     [CM.] 
 
 Divins  wrath  and  mercy,  Nahum  i.  2,  &c. 
 
 I     a  DORE  and  tremble,  for  our  God 
 jt\     Is  a  *  confuming  fire  ; 
 His  jealous  eyes  his  wrath  inflame, 
 And  raife  his  vengeance  higher. 
 a  Almighty  vengeance!  how  it  burns! 
 How  bright  his  fury  glows  ! 
 Vaft  magazines  of  plagues  and  ftorms, 
 Lie  treafur'd  for  his  foes. 
 
 3  Thofe  heaps  of  wrath  by  flow  degrees 
 
 Are  forc'd  into  a  flame, 
 But  kindled,  O  how  fierce  they  blaze! 
 And  rend  all  nature's  frame. 
 
 4  At  his  approach  the  mountains  flee, 
 
 And  feek  a  wat'ry  grave  ; 
 The  frighted  fea  makes  hafte  away, 
 And  fhrinks  up  ev'ry  wave. 
 
 5  Thro*  the  wild  air  the  weighty  rocks 
 
 Are  fwift  as  hail  ftones  hurl'd : 
 Who  dares  engage  his  fiery  rage, 
 That  makes  the  folid  woild  ? 
 
 6  Yet,  mighty  God  !  thy  fov'reign  grace 
 
 Sits  regent  on  the  throne, 
 The  refuge  of  thy  chofen  race, 
 
 When  wrath  comes  ruihing  down. 
 ■y  Thy  hand  mall  on  rebellious  kings 
 
 A  fiery  temper!  pour, 
 While  we  beneath  thy  fhelt'ring  wings 
 
 Thy  juft  revenge  adore. 
 
 *  Heb.  xii.  29. 
 
Book  I.]  HYMN    XLV.  $ 
 
 HYMN    XLIII.    referred  to  Pfalm  c. 
 
 HYMN    XLIV.  referred  to  Pfalm  cxxxiii, 
 
 HYMN    XLV.     [CM.] 
 
 The  I  aft  judgment,  Rev.  xxi.  5—8, 
 
 I  qEE  where  the  great  incarnate  God 
 k3     Fills  a  majeftic  throne, 
 While  from  the  fkies  his  awful  voice 
 Bears  the  latl  judgment  down. 
 %  ["  I  am  the  firft,  and  I  the  laft, 
 *'  Thro*  endlefs  years  the  fame; 
 "  I  AM  is  my  memorial  flill, 
 "  And  my  eternal  name. 
 
 3  *'  Such  favours  as  a  God  can  give, 
 
 "  My  royal  grace  beftows  ; 
 f*  Ye  thirfty  fouls,  come  tafte  the  ftreams 
 "  Where  life  and  pleafure  flows.] 
 
 4  "  [The  faint  that  triumphs  o'er  his  fins, 
 
 "  I'll  own  him  for  a  fon  ; 
 "  The  whole  creation  (hall  reward 
 "  The  conquefls  he  has  won. 
 
 5  "  But  bloody  hands  and  hearts  unclean, 
 
 "  And  all  the  lying  race, 
 '*  The  faithlefs  and  the  fconmg  crewj 
 "  That  fpurn  at  offer'd  grace ; 
 
 6  "  They  mall  be  taken  from  my  fight, 
 
 "  Bound  fait  in  iron  chains, 
 *'  And  headlong  plung'd  into  the  lake 
 "  Where  fire  and  darknefs  reigns."] 
 
 7  O  may  I  ftand  before  the  Lamb, 
 
 When  earth  and  feas  are  fled! 
 And  hear  the  judge  pronounce  my  namg 
 With  bleiTmgs  on  my  head] 
 
ft8        HYMN  XLVIII.  XLIX.        [Book  I. 
 
 S  May  I  with  thofe  for  ever  dwell 
 Who  here  were  my  delight, 
 While  finners  banifh'd  down  to  hell, 
 No  more  offend  my  fight. 
 
 HYMN   XLVL     XLVII.  referred  to  Pfalm 
 cxlviii.  and  Pfalm  iii. 
 
 HYMN  XLVIII.     [L.  M.] 
 The  Chriftian  race,  Ifaiah  xl.  28--  31. 
 
 l     A  WA  K  E  our  fouls,  (away  our  fears 
 •**-   Let  ev'ry  trembling  thought  be  gone) 
 Awake,  and  run  the  heav'nly  race, 
 And  put  a  cheerful  courage  on. 
 
 2.  True,  'tis  a  ftrait  and  thorny  road, 
 And  mortal  fpirits  tire  and  faint; 
 But  they  forget  the  mighty  God, 
 That  feeds  the  fixength  of  ev'ry  faint. 
 
 3  The  mighty  God,  whofe  matchlefs  ijow'r 
 Is  ever  new,  and  ever  young, 
 
 And  firm  endures  while  endlefs  years 
 Their  everlafting  circles  run. 
 
 4  From  thee,  the  overflowing  fpring, 
 Our  fouls  mail  drink  a  frefh  fupply, 
 While  fuch  as  truft  their  native  ftrength 
 Shall  melt  away,  and  droop  and  die. 
 
 5  Swift  as  an  eagle  cuts  the  air, 
 We'll  mount  aloft  to  thine  abode; 
 On  wings  of  love  our  fouls  fhall  fly, 
 Nor  tire  amidft  the  heav'nly  road. 
 
 HYMN    XLIX.     [CM.] 
 The  works  of  Mofes  and  the  Lamb, 
 Rev.  xv.  3. 
 
 I  TjOW  ftrong  thine  arm  is,  mighty  God  I 
 JLjL     Who  would  not  fear  thy  name  ! 
 Jefus,  how  fweet  thy  graces  are! 
 Who  would  not  love  the  Lamb  ! 
 
Book  I.]  HYMN    L.  39 
 
 2  He  has  done  more  than  Mofes  did, 
 
 Our  Prophet  and  our  King: 
 From  bonds  of  hell  he  freed  our  fouls, 
 And  taught  our  lips  to  fing. 
 
 3  In  the  Red-fea  by  Mofes'  hand 
 
 TV  Egyptian  hoft  was  drown'd  ; 
 But  his  own  blood  hides  ai!  our  fins, 
 And  guilt  no  more  is  found. 
 
 4  When  thro'  the  defert  Ifrael  went, 
 
 With  manna  they  were  fed  ; 
 Our  Lord  invites  us  to  his  fleih, 
 And  calls  it  living  bread. 
 
 5  Mofes  beheld  the  promis'd  land, 
 
 Yet  never  reach'd  the  place ! 
 But  Ghrift  mail  bring  his  foll-ow'rs  home 
 To  fee  his  Father's  face. 
 
 6  Then  will  our  love  and  joy  be  full, 
 
 And  feel  a  warmer  flame ; 
 And  fweeter  voices  tune  the  fong 
 Of  Mofes  and  the  Lamb. 
 
 HYMN    L.     [CM.] 
 
 The  fong  of  Zacharias,  and  the  majfege  of 
 John  the  Baptifl:  or,  light  and  falvation  by 
 Jefus  Chrift,  Luke  i.  68,  &c  John  i. 
 29,  32. 
 
 I  XjOW  be  the  God  of  Ifr'el  blefs'd, 
 IN      Who  makes  his  truth  appear; 
 His  mighty  hand  fulfils  his  word, 
 And  all  the  oaths  he  fware. 
 %  Now  he  bedews  old  David's  root 
 With  bleffings  from  the  fkies ; 
 He  makes  the  branch  of  promife  grow9 
 The  promis'd  horn  arife. 
 
5a  HYMN    LI.  [Book!, 
 
 3  [John  was  the  prophet  of  the  Lord, 
 
 To  go  before  his  face; 
 The  herald  which  our  Saviour  God 
 Sent  to  prepare  his  ways. 
 
 4  He  makes  the  grear  falvation  know. 
 
 He  fpeaks  of  pardon'd  fins  ; 
 While  grace  divine,  and  heav'nly  love, 
 In  its  own  glory  Ihines. 
 
 5  **  Behold  the  Lamb  of  God,  (he  cries) 
 
 "  That  takes  our  guilt  away  : 
 "  I  faw  the  Spirit  o'er  his  head 
 "  On  his  baptizing  day.] 
 
 6  M  Be  ev'ry  vale  exalted  high, 
 
 '*  Sink  ev'ry  mountain  low; 
 "  The  proud  muft  Hoop,  and  humble  fouls 
 "  mall  his  falvation  know. 
 
 7  "  The  heathen  realms  with  Ifr'el's  land 
 
 "  Shall  join  in  fvveet  accord  ; 
 "  And  all  that's  born  of  man  lhall  fee 
 '*  The  glory  of  the  Lord. 
 
 8  *'  Behold  the  Morning-ftar  arife, 
 
 "  Ye  that  in  darknefs  fit ; 
 "  He  marks  the  path  that  leads  to  peace, 
 "  And  guides  our  doubtful  feet." 
 
 HYMN     LI.     [S-.  M.] 
 
 Perfevering  grace,  Jade  24,  25. 
 
 X       r~Ti  O  God  the  only  wife, 
 
 J.       Our  Saviour  and  our  King, 
 Let  all  the  faints  below  the  ikies, 
 Their  humble  praifes  bring. 
 2      ?Tis  his  almighty  love, 
 His  counfei  and  his  care, 
 Preferves  us  fafe  from  fin  and  death. 
 And  ev'ry  hurtful  fnare. 
 
Book  L]  HYMN    LIT.  5* 
 
 2      He  will  prefent  our  fouls 
 Unblemiih'd  and  complete, 
 Before  the  glory  of  bis  face, 
 With  joys  divinely  great. 
 4      Then  all  the  chofen  feed 
 
 Shall  meet  around  the  throne, 
 Shall  blcfs  the  condua  of  his  grace, 
 And  make  his  wonders  known. 
 r      To  our  Redeemer  God 
 
 Wifdom  and  pow'r  belongs, 
 Immortal  crowns  of  majefty, 
 And  everlafting  fongs. 
 
 HYMN    LII.     [L.  M.] 
 Baptifm,  Matt,  xxviii.  19-     ^fts  ii.  38. 
 
 1  >T*wAS  the  commiffion  of  our  Lord,     ^ 
 
 X     "Go    teach  the  nations  and  baptize. 
 The  nations  have  received  the  Word 
 Since  he  afcended  to  the  ikies. 
 
 2  He  fits  upon  th'  eternal  hills. 
 
 With  grace  and  pardon  in  his  hands, 
 And  fends  his  cov'nant  with  the  feals, 
 To  blefs  the  diftant  Britii"h  lands. 
 
 3  "  Repent,  and  be  baptiz'd  (he  faith) 
 "  For  the  remiffion  of  your  fins ;" 
 And  thus  our  fenfe  affifts  our  faith, 
 And  fhews  us  what  his  gofpel  means. 
 
 4  Our  fouls  he  wailies  in  his  blood, 
 As  water  makes  the  body  clean; 
 And  the  good  Spirit  from  our  God 
 Defcends  like  purifying  rain. 
 
 5  Thus  we  engage  ourf elves  to  thee, 
 And  feal  our  cov'nant  with  the  Lord  % 
 O  may  the  great  Eternal  Three 
 
 In  heav'n  our  folemn  vows  record  I 
 
32  HYMN    LIII.  LIV.  [Book  I. 
 
 HYMN    LIII.     [L.  M.] 
 
 The  holy  fcripturesy  Heb.  i.     2  Tim.  iii.  15, 
 16.     Pfalm  cxlvii.  19,  20. 
 
 1  s~-*  OD,  who  in  various  methods  told 
 VJT  His  mind  and  will  to  faints  of  old, 
 Sent  his  own  Son  with  truth  and  grace, 
 To  teach  us  in  thefe  latter  days. 
 
 2  Our  nation  reads  the  written  word, 
 That  book  of  life,  that  fure  record  ; 
 The  bright  inheritance  of  heav'n 
 
 Is  by  the  fweet  conveyance  giv'n. 
 
 3  God's  kindeft  thoughts  are  here  exprefs'd, 
 Able  to  make  us  wife  and  blefs'dj 
 
 The  doctrines  are  divinely  true, 
 Fit  for  reproof  and  comfort  too. 
 
 4  Ye  Britilh  ifles,  who  read  his  love 
 In  long  epiftles  from  above, 
 
 (He  hath  not  fent  his  facred  word 
 To  ev'ry  land.)     Praife  ye  the  Lord. 
 
 HYMN    LIV.     [L.  M.] 
 
 Electing  grace:    or*  faints  beloved  in  Chrif!, 
 Eph.  i.  3,  &c. 
 
 I   TESUS,  we  blefs  thy  Father's  name  ; 
 J    Thy  God  and  ours  are  both  the  fame ; 
 What  heav'nly  bleffings  from  his  throne, 
 Flow  down  to  iinners  thro'  his  Son ! 
 
 *  "  Chrifr  be  my  firft  eletf ,"  he  faid  ; 
 Then  chofe  our  foals  in  Chrifr  our  head ; 
 Before  he  gave  the  mountains  birth, 
 Or  laid  foundations  for  the  earth. 
 
 3  Thus  did  eternal  love  begin 
 
 To  raife  us  up  from  death  and  fin ; 
 Our  characters  were  then  decreed, 
 **  Blamelsfa  in  love,  a  holy  iscd" 
 
Book  I.]  HYMN    LV.  33 
 
 4  Predeftinated  to  be  fons, 
 
 Born  by  degrees,  but  chofe  at  once; 
 
 A  new  regenerated  race. 
 
 To  praife  the  glory  of  his  grace. 
 
 5  With  (Thrift  our  Lord  we  (hare  our  part 
 In  the  affections  of  his  heart: 
 
 Nor  (hall  our  fouls  be  thence  remov'd, 
 Till  he  forgets  his  Firft-belov'd. 
 
 HYMN    LV.     [CM.] 
 
 Hezekiah's  Jong:     or,  Jicknefs  and  recovery, 
 Ifa.  xxxviii.  9,  &c. 
 
 I  TT  THEN  we  are  rais'd  from  deep  diftrefs 
 VV        Our  God  deferves  a  fong; 
 We  take  the  pattern  of  our  praife 
 From  Hezekiah's  tongue. 
 ■i  The  gates  of  the  devouring  grave 
 Are  open'd  wide  in  vain, 
 If  he  that  holds  the  keys  of  death 
 Commands  them  faft  again. 
 
 3  Pains  of  the  fle(h  are  wont  t'  abufe 
 
 Our  minds  with  flavith  fears  ; 
 "  Our  days  are  paft,  and  we  (hall  lofe 
 "  The  remnant  of  our  years." 
 
 4  We  chatter  with  a  fwallow's  voice, 
 
 Or  like  a  dove  we  mourn, 
 With  bitternefs  inftead  of  joys, 
 Afflicled  and  forlorn. 
 
 5  Jehovah  fpeaks  the  healing  word, 
 
 And  no  difeafe  withftands; 
 Fevers  and  plagues  obey  the  Lord, 
 And  fly  at  his  commands. 
 
 6  If  half  the  firings  of  life  mould  break, 
 
 He  can  our  frame  reftore  : 
 He  cafts  our  fins  behind  his  backA 
 And  they  are  found  no  more. 
 
34  HYMN    LVI.  LVII.         [Book  I. 
 
 HYMN    LVI.     [C.  M.] 
 
 Thefongof  Mofes  and  the  Lamb:  or,  Babylon 
 falling,  Rev.  xv.  3.  and  chap.  xvi.  19.  xvii.  6. 
 
 I   XT7E  fing  the  glories  of  thy  love, 
 VV         We  found  thy  dreadful  name; 
 The  Chriftian  Church  unites  the  fongs 
 Of  Mofes  and  the  Lamb. 
 1  Great  God,  how  wond'rous  are  thy  works 
 Of  vengeance  and  of  grace  ! 
 Thou  king  of  faints,  Almighty  Lord, 
 How  juft  and  true  thy  ways  ! 
 
 3  Who  dares  refufe  to  fear  thy  name, 
 
 Or  worfhip  at  thy  throne  ! 
 Thy  judgments  fpeak  thine  holinefs, 
 Thro'  all  the  nations  known. 
 
 4  Great  Babylon,  that  rules  the  earth, 
 
 Drunk  with  the  martyrs  blood, 
 Her  crimes  lhall  fpeedily  awake 
 The  fury  of  our  God. 
 
 5  The  cup  of  wrath  is  ready  mix'd, 
 
 And  the  muft  drink  the  dregs; 
 Strong  is  the  Lord,  her  fov'reign  judge, 
 And  ili a  1 1  fulfil  the  plagues. 
 
 *  H  Y  M  N    LVII.     [C.  M.] 
 
 Original  Jin:    or,   the  fir  (I  and  fecond  Adam, 
 Rom.  v.  12,  &c.  Pfalmli.5.  Job  xiv,  4. 
 
 1  "pACKWARD    with  humble  rtiame  we 
 13  look^ 
 
 On  our  original; 
 How  is  our  nature  dafhM  and  broke 
 In  our  firft  father's  fall? 
 
 2  To  all  that's  good  averfe  and  blind, 
 
 But  prone  to  all  that's  iil ; 
 What  dreadful  darknefs  veils  our  mind! 
 How  obftinate  our  will! 
 
Book!.]  HYMN    LVIII.  35 
 
 ^Gonceiv'd  in  fin  (O  wretched  (late!) 
 
 '  "Before  we  draw  our  breath; 
 ^  .Xhe  firft  young  pulie  begins  to  beat 
 ,fx  ;T«  Iniquity  and  death. 
 4  JJow  ilrong  in  our  degen'rate  blood 
 
 1  The  old  corruption  reigns, 
 «r-;A$d  mingling  with  the  crooked  flood, 
 ,  -x    Wanders  thro'  all  our  vains  !] 
 *j  *Wild  and  unwholefome  as  the  root 
 )">     Will  ail  the  branches  be; 
 
 How  can  we  hope  for  living  fruit 
 From  fuch  a  deadly  tree? 
 6  What  mortal  pow'r  from  things  unclean 
 Can  pure  productions  bring? 
 Who  can  command  a  vital  ftream, 
 From  an  infected  fpringr] 
 7_  Yet,  mighty  God  !  thy  wondrous  love 
 Can  make  our  nature  clean, 
 .While  Chrift,  and  grace  prevail  above 
 The  tempter,  death  and  iin. 
 8  The  fecond  Adam  fhall  reftore 
 The  ruins  of  the  firfl : 
 Ho  fan  n  a  to  that  fov'reign  pow'r 
 That  new-creates  our  duft  ! 
 
 HYMN    LVIIL     (L.  M.) 
 
 •  The  devil  vanguifhed :  or,  Michaefj  war  with 
 the  dragon,  Rev.  xii.  7. 
 
 LET  mortal  tongues  attempt  to  img 
 The  warsof  heav'n,  when  Michael  ftood 
 Chief  general  of  th'  Eternal  King, 
 And  fought  the  battles  of  our  God. 
 Againitthe  dragon  and  his  hoft, 
 The  armies  of  the  Lord  prevail : 
 In  vain  they  rage,  in  vain  they  boafr  ; 
 Their  courage  links,  their  weapons  fail. 
 B 
 
.6  HYMN  LIX.  La.  [Book  I. 
 
 1  Down  to  the  earth  was  Satan  thrown ;  i)^ 
 
 °  Down  to  the  earth  his  legions  fell; 
 
 Then  was  the  trump  of  triumph  blown, «,- 
 And  fhook  the  dreadful  deeps  of  hell.    '*"*. 
 
 a  Now  is  the  hour  of  darknefs  part,  C^  - 
 
 thrift  hath  affum'd  his  reigning  pow  r: 
 Behold  the  great  accufer  caft  /  ^( 
 
 Down  from  the  ikies,  to  rife  no  more.     ^^t 
 
 r  'Twas  by  thy  blood,  immortal  Lamb  ! 
 
 Thin-  armies  trod  the  tempter  down  ;       7  * 
 'Twas  by  thy  word,   and  pow'rful  name, 
 They  gain'd  the  battle  and  renown. 
 
 6  Rejoice,  ye  heav'ns ;  let  ev'ry  frar 
 Shine  with  new  glories  round  the  Iky; 
 Saints,  while  ye  fin*  the  heav'nly  war, 
 Raife  your  deliv'rsr's  name  on  high. 
 
 HYMN    LIX.    (L.  M.) 
 Babylon /ato,  Rev.  xviii,  20,  21, 
 
 t   T  N  Gabriel's  hand  a  mighty  ftone 
 I  Lies,  a  fair  type  of  Babylon: 
 «<  Prophets  rejoice,  and  ail  ye  faints,  < 
 «  God  mall  avenge  your  long  complaints. 
 
 i  Ke  faid,  and  dreadful  as  he  flood, 
 He  funk  the  mill  ftone  in  the  flood  : 
 "  Thus  terribly  mall  Babel  fall,  ^ 
 
 "  Thus,  and  no  more  be  found  at  all. 
 
 HYMN    LX.     (L.  M.) 
 
 The  virgin  Mary's  Jong:  or,  the  promised  Mcj 
 
 fiah  born,  Luke  i.  46,  &c. 
 
 j   r\UR  fouls  (hall  magnify  the  Lord: 
 vJ  In  God  the  Saviour  we  rejoice  : 
 While  we  repeat  the  virgin's  fong, 
 May  the  fame  Spirit  tune  our  voice  ! 
 
Book  I.}  HYMN    LXI.  57 
 
 2  [The  higheft  faw  her  low  eftate, 
 
 And  mighty  things  his  hand  hath  done: 
 His  over-(hadowing  pow'r  and  grace 
 Makes  her  the  mother  of  his  Son. 
 
 3  Let  ev'ry  nation  call  her  blefs'd, 
 And  endlefs  years  prolong  her  fame; 
 But  God  alone  rauft  be  ador'd; 
 Holy  and  reverend  is  his  name.] 
 
 4  To  thofe  that  fear  and  truft  the  Lord, 
 His  mercy  ftands  for  ever  fure  : 
 From  age  to  age  his  promife  lives, 
 And  the  performance  is  fecure. 
 
 5  He  fpake  to  Abra'm  and  his  feed, 
 
 "  In  thee  (hall  all  the  earth  be  blefs'd ;,? 
 The  mem'ry  of  that  ancient  word 
 Lay  long  in  his  eternal  bread. 
 
 6  But  now  no  more  (hall  Ifr'el  wait, 
 No  more  the  Gentiles  lie  forlorn: 
 Lo,  the  defire  of  nations  comes, 
 Behold  the  promis'd  feed  is  born  \ 
 
 HYMN    LXI.     (L.M.) 
 
 Chrift  mir  High  Priefl  and  King,  and  Chrift 
 coming  to  judgment,  Rev.  i.  5--- 7. 
 
 iVT  OW  to  the  Lord,   that  makes  us  know 
 IN    The  wonders  of  his  dying  love, 
 Be  humble  honours  paid  below, 
 And  (trains  of  nobler  praife  above. 
 
 z  'Twas  he  that  cleans'd  our  fouled  (ins, 
 And  waiVd  us  in  his  riche-1  blood  ; 
 'Tis  he  that  makes  us  pridls  and  kings, 
 And  brings  us  rebels  near  to  God. 
 
 3  To  jefus  our  atoning  Pried, 
 To  Jefus  our  fuperior  King, 
 Be  everlafting  power  coufefs'd, 
 Ar.d  ev'ry  tongue  his  glory  fing. 
 
 B  2 
 
33  HYMN    LXII.  [Book  I. 
 
 4  Behold,  on  flying  clouds  he  comes, 
 And  ev'ry  eye  ihall  fee  him  move  ; 
 Tho'  with  our  fins  we  pierc'd  him  once; 
 Then  he  difplays  his  pard'ning  love. 
 
 5  The  unbelieving  world  fhall  wail, 
 While  we  rejoice  to  fee  the  day: 
 Come,  Lord  ;  nor  let  thy  promife  fail, 
 Nor  let  thy  chariots  long  delay. 
 
 HYMN    LXII.     (CM.) 
 
 Chrift  Jefus  the  Lamb  of  God,  worjhipped  by 
 all  the  creation,  Rev.  v.  1 1  —  i  3. 
 
 1   /~i  OME  let  us  join  our  cheerful  fongs 
 V><       With  angels  round  the  throne  ; 
 Ten  thoufand  thoufand  are  their  tongues, 
 But  all  their  joys  are  one. 
 2.  "  Worthy  the  Lamb  that  dy'd,  (they  cry) 
 *'  To  be  exalted  thus:" 
 <c  Worthy  the  Lamb,  (our  lips  reply) 
 "  For  he  was  flain  for  us." 
 
 3  Jefus  is  worthy  to  receive 
 
 Honour  and  pow'r  divine  ; 
 And  bleffings  more  than  we  can  give, 
 Be,  Lord,  for  ever  thine. 
 
 4  Let  all  that  dwell  above  the  fky, 
 
 And  air  and  earth  and  feas, 
 Confpire  to  lift  thy  glories  high. 
 And  fpeak  thine  endlefs  praife. 
 
 5  The  whole  creation  join  in  one, 
 
 To  blefs  the  facred  name 
 Of  him  that  fits  upon  the  throne, 
 And  to  adore  the  Lamb. 
 
Book  I.]        H  Y  M  N  LXIIL  LXIV.  39 
 
 HYMN    LXIIL     (L.  M.) 
 ChriftV  humiliation  and  exaltation,  Rev.  v.  12. 
 
 1  II J  H  AT  equal  honours  ihall  we  bring 
 
 VV     To  thee,  O  Lord  our  God,  the  Lamb, 
 When  all  the  notes  that  angels  ling 
 Are  far  inferior  to  thy  name? 
 
 2  Worthy  is  he  that  once  was  flain, 
 
 The  Prince  of  Peace  that  groan'd  and  dy'd. 
 'Worthy  to  rife,  and  live,  and  reign 
 At  this  Almighty  Father's  fide. 
 
 3  Pow'r  and  dominion  are  his  due, 
 Who  ltood  condem'd  at  Pilate's  bar; 
 Wifdom  belongs  to  Jefus  too, 
 
 Tho'  he.  was  charg'd  with  madnefs  here, 
 
 4  All  riches  are  his  native  right, 
 Yet  he  fuftain'd  amazing  lofs ; 
 To  him  afcribe  eternal  might, 
 Who  left  his  weaknefs  on  the  crofs, 
 
 5  Honour  immortal  mult  be  paid, 
 Inftead  of  fcandal  and  of  fcorn ; 
 While  glory  mines  around  his  head, 
 And  a  bright  crown  without  a  thorn. 
 
 5  Ble flings  for  ever  on  the  Lamb, 
 Who  bore  the  curfe  for  wretched  men; 
 Let  angels  found  his  facred  name, 
 And  ev'ry  creature  fay,  Amen. 
 
 H  Y  M  N    LXIV.     (S.  M.) 
 Adoption,   1  John  iii.  /,  &c.  Gal.  iv.  6\ 
 
 I       T>  EH  OLD  what  wondrous  grace 
 JD  The  Father  has  beftow'd 
 On  fianers  of  a  mortal  race, 
 To  call  them  fons  of  God! 
 I      'Tis  no  furprifing  thing, 
 
 That  we  mould  be  unknown ; 
 The  jewifli  world  knew  not  their  King, 
 God's  everlafting  Son: 
 
4o  HYMN    XLV.  [Book  I. 
 
 3  Nor  doth  it  yet  appear 
 How  great  we  muft  be  made, 
 
 But  when  we  fee  our  Saviour  here, 
 We  fhall  be  like  our  head. 
 
 4  A  hope  fo  much  divine 
 May  trials  well  endure, 
 
 May  purge  our  fouls  from  fenfe  and  fin, 
 As  Chrift  the  Lord  is  pure. 
 
 5  If  in  my  Father's  love 
 I  fhare  a  filial  part, 
 
 Send  down  thy  Spirit  like  a  dove 
 To  reft  upon  my  heart. 
 
 6  We  would  no  longer  lie 
 
 Like  flaves  heneath  the  throne; 
 My  faith  ihall  Abba,  Father,  cry, 
 And  thou  the  kindred  own. 
 
 HYMN    LXV.     (L.  M.) 
 
 27ie  kingdoms  of  the  world  become  the  kingdoms 
 of  tli.  Lord :  or,  the  day  of  judgment.  Rev. 
 xi.  15. 
 
 1  T    ET  the  feventh  angel  found  on  high, 
 I  j  Let  ihouts  be  heard  thro'  all  the  fky; 
 Kings  of  the  earth  with  glad  accord 
 Give  up  your  kingdoms  to  the  Lord. 
 
 2  Almighty  God,  thy  pow'r  affume, 
 Who  wart,  and  art,  and  art  to  come: 
 Jefus,  the  Lamb  who  once  was  (lain, 
 For  ever  hve,  for  ever  reign! 
 
 3  The  angry  nations  fret  and  roar, 
 That  they  can  ilay  the  faints  no  more; 
 On  wings  of  veng'ance  flies  our  God, 
 To  pay  ^he  long  arrears  of  blood. 
 
 4  Now  muft:  the  riling  dead  appear; 
 Now  the  decifive  fentence  hear; 
 Now  the  dear  martyrs  of  the  Lonl 
 Receive  an  infinite  reward. 
 
Book  I.]  HYMN    LXVI.  4t 
 
 HYMN    LXVL     (C.  M.) 
 Chrift  the  King  at  his  table,   Cant.  i.  2—5, 
 
 12,    13,   17- 
 I   t    ET  him  embrace  my  foul  and  prove 
 JLj  My  int'reft  in  his  heav'nly  love: 
 Tire  voice  that  tells  me  "  Thou  art  mine," 
 Exceeds  the  bleffings  of  the  vine. 
 a  On  thee  th'  anointing  Spirit  came, 
 And  fpread  the  favour  of  thy  name ; 
 That  oil  of  gladnefs  and  of  grace 
 Draws  virgin  fouls  to  meet  thy  face. 
 
 3  Jefus,  allure  me  by  thy  charms  ; 
 My  foul  lhall  fly  into  thine  arms  ! 
 Our  wand'ring  feet  thy  favours  bring 
 To  the  fair  chambers  of  the  King. 
 
 4  [Wonda-  and  pleafure  tune  our  voice 
 To  fpeaPthy  praifes  and  our  joys  : 
 Our  mem'ry  keeps  this  love  of  thine 
 Beyond  the  tafte  of  richeft  wine.] 
 
 5  Tho7  in  ourfelves  deform'd  we  are, 
 And  black  as  Kedar's  tents  appear; 
 Yet  when  we  put  thy  beauties  on, 
 Fair  as  the  courts  of  Solomon. 
 
 6  [While  at  the  table  fits  the  King, 
 He  loves  to  fee  us  fmile  and  ting  : 
 Our  giaces  are  our  beft  perfume, 
 
 And  breathe  like  fpikenard  round  the  room,  j 
 
 7  As  myrrh  new-bleeding  from  the  tree, 
 Such  is  a  dying  Chrift  to  me ; 
 
 And  while  he  makes  my  foul  his  gueft, 
 My  bofom,  Lord,  ihall  be  thy  reft. 
 
 8  [No  beams  of  cedar  or  of  fir, 
 
 Can  with  thy  courts  on  earth  compare; 
 And  here  we  wait  until  thy  love 
 ftaife  us  to  nobler  feats  above.] 
 
42      H  Y  M  N  LXVII.  LXVIII.         [Book  I. 
 
 HYMN    LXVII.     (L.  M.) 
 
 Seeking  the  pajiures  of   Chrift  the  Shepherd, 
 Cant.  i.  7. 
 
 1  'THOU  whom  my  foul  admires  above 
 
 JL  All  earthly  joy,  and  earthly  love, 
 Tell  me,  dear  Shepherd,  let  me  know, 
 Where  doth  thy  fweeteft  pafture  grow? 
 
 2  Where  is  the  fhadow  of  that  rock, 
 That  from  the  fun  defends  thy  flock? 
 Fain  would  I  feed  among  thy  Iheep, 
 Among  them  reft,  among  them  fleep. 
 
 3  Why  inould  thy  bride  appear  like  one 
 That  turns  afide  to  paths  unknown? 
 My  conftant  feet  would  never  reve, 
 Would  never  feek  another  love. 
 
 4  [The  footfteps  of  thy  flock  I  fee : 
 Thy  fweeteft  paftures  here  they  be: 
 
 A  wondrous  feaft  thy  love  prepares,  (tears. 
 Bought  with  thy  wounds,  and   groans,  and 
 
 5  His  deareft  flelh  he  makes  my  food, 
 And  bids  me  drink  his  richefl  blood: 
 Here  to  thefe  hills  my  foul  will  come, 
 Till  my  beloved  leads  me  home.] 
 
 HYMN    LXVIII.    (L,  M.) 
 The  banquet  of  love,  Cant.  ii.  1---4,  6, 
 
 3  -nEHOLD  the  Rofe  of  Sharon  here. 
 J£3  The  Lily  which  the  vallies  bear; 
 Behold  the  Tree  of  Life,  that  gives 
 Refreshing  fruit  and  healing  leaves. 
 
 2  Amongft  the  thorns  fo  lilies  mine, 
 Amongft  wild  gourds  the  noble  vine: 
 So  in  mine  eyes  my  Saviour  proves, 
 Aniidft  a  thoufand  meaner  loves,    • 
 
Book  I.J  HVMN    LXIX.  43 
 
 3  Beneath  his  cooling  made  I  fat, 
 
 To  fhield  me  from  the  burning  heat; 
 Of  heav'nly  fruit  he  lpreads  a  feaft, 
 To  feed  my  eyes  and  pieafe  my  tafte* 
 
 4  [Kindly  he  brought  me  to  the  place 
 Where  Hands  the  banquet  of  his  grace; 
 He  faw  me  faint,  and  o'er  my  head 
 The  banner  of  his  love  he  fpread. 
 
 5  With  living  bread  and  gen'rous  wine^ 
 He  cheers  this  finking  heart  of  mine; 
 And  op'ning  his  own  heart  to  me, 
 
 He  mews  his  thoughts  how  kind  they  be.] 
 
 6  O  never  let  my  Lord  depart ; 
 
 Lie  down  and  reft  upon  my  heart; 
 I  charge  my  fms  not  once  to  move, 
 Not  ftir,  nor  wake,  r.or  grieve  my  love. 
 
 HYMN    LXIX.     {J^M^J-iAd. 
 
 Cbrifl  appearing  to  his  church,  and  jeeking  he? 
 company,  Cant.  ii.  8 —  ^  3- 
 
 1  nnHE  voice  of  my  beloved  founds 
 
 JL     Over  the  rocks  and  riling  grounds; 
 O'er  hiils  of  guilt,  and  feas  of  grief, 
 He  leaps,  he  flies  to  my  relief. 
 
 2  Now,  thro'  the  veil  of  fleih,  I  fee 
 With  eyes  of  love  he  looks  at  me; 
 Now  in  the  gofpel's  cleareft  glafs 
 He  thews  the  beauties  of  his  face. 
 
 3  Gently  he  draws  my  heart  along, 
 Both  with  his  beauties  and  his  tongue; 
 
 4i  Rife  (faith  my  Lord)  make  haf!:e  away; 
 '*  No  mortal  joys  are  worth  thy  fray. 
 
 4  "  The  Jewish  wint'ry  Hate  is  gone, 
 
 "  The  miils  are  fitd,  the  fpri  ig  comes  on; 
 "  The  facred  turtle-dove  we  hear 
 "  Proclaim  the  new,  the  joyful  year* 
 
44  HYMN    LXX.  [Book  I. 
 
 5  "  TV  immortal  vine  of  heav'nly  root, 
 
 "  Blbiroms  and  buds,    and  gives  her  fruit." 
 Lo,  we  are  come  to  tafte  the  wine ; 
 Our  fouls  rejoice  and  blefs  the  vine. 
 
 6  And  when  we  hear  our  Jefus  fay, 
 
 "  Rife  up  my  love,  make  hafte  away  !" 
 Our  hearts  would  fain  out-fly  the  wind, 
 And  leave  all  earthy  loves  behind. 
 
 HYMN     LXX.     (L.  M.) 
 
 Chrifl  inviting,  and  the  church  anfwering  the 
 invitation,   Cant.  ii.  14,  16,  17. 
 
 I   [TTARK  !  the  Redeemer  from  on  high 
 X~i.   Sweetly  invites  his  fav'rites  nigh  ; 
 From  caves  of  darknels  and  of  doubt, 
 He  gently  fpeaks,  and  calls  us  out: 
 
 2-  u  My  dove,  who  hideft  in  the  rock, 
 "  Thine  heart  almoft  with  forrow  broke, 
 "  Lift  up  thy  face,  forget  thy  fear, 
 "  And  let  thy  voice  delight  mine  ear. 
 
 3  ct  Thy  voice  to  me  founds  ever  fweet ; 
 li  Mv  graces  in  thy  count'nance  meet; 
 "  Tho*  the  vain  world  thy  face  defpife, 
 "  'Tis  bright  and  comely  in  mine  eyes." 
 
 4  Dear  Lord,  our  thankful  heart  receives  . 
 The  hope  thine  invitation  fcives  : 
 
 To  thee  our  joyful  lips  fiiaUjra^fe 
 The  voice  of  prayer,  and  ofpraife.] 
 
 5  [I  am  my  love's  and  he  is  mine  ; 
 
 Our  hearts,  our  hopes,  our  paflions  join! 
 
 Nor  let  a  motion,  nor  a  ward, 
 
 Nor  thought  arife,  to  grieve  my  Lord. 
 
 6  My  foul  to  paMnres  fair  he  leads, 
 Amongft  the  lilies  where  he  feeds  ; 
 Arriorigft  the  faints  (whefe  robes  are  white, 
 WanYd  in  his  biood)  is  his  delight. 
 
Book  I.]  HYMN    LXXI.  45 
 
 7  Till  the  daybreak,  and  fhadows  flee, 
 Till  the  fweet  dawning  light  I  fee, 
 Thine  eyes  to  me-ward  often  turn, 
 Nor  let  mv  foul  in  darknefs  mourn. 
 
 8  Be  like  a  hart  on  mountains  green, 
 Leap  o'er  the  hills  of  fear  and  fin ; 
 Nor  guilt,  nor  unbelief,  divide 
 
 My  Love,  my  Saviour,  from  my  fide.  J 
 
 HYMN    LXXI.    (L.  M.) 
 Chrift  found  in  the  ftreet,jmd  brought  to  the 
 
 jO 
 
 church,  Cant,  ill-  »~5 
 FT  E  N  I  feek  my  Lord  by  night ; 
 r   jefus,  my  love,  my  foul  s  delight ; 
 With  warm  defire  and  reftleis  thought, 
 I  feek  him  oft,  but  find  him  not. 
 
 2  Then  I  arife  and  fearch  the  ftreet, 
 Till  I  mv  Lord,  my  Saviour  meet; 
 I  aik  the  watchmen  of  the  night, 
 
 "  Where  did  you  fee  my  foul  s  delight. 
 
 3  Sometimes  I  find  him  in  my  way, 
 Directed  by  a  heav'nly  ray; 
 
 I  leap  for  jov  to  fee  his  face, 
 And  hold  him  fall  in  my  embrace. 
 
 4  [I  bring  him  to  my  mother's  home  ; 
 Nor  does  my  Lord  refute  to  come 
 To  Sion's  facred  chambers,  where 
 My  foul  firft  drew  the  vital  air. 
 
 5  He  gives  me  there  his  bleeding  heart, 
 Pierc'd  for  my  fake  with  deadly  fmart; 
 
 "T  give  my  foulio  him,  and  there 
 Our  love's  thejPmutual  tokens  lhare.] 
 
 6  I  charge  you  all,  ye  earthly  toys, 
 Approach  not  to  difturb  my  joys; 
 Nor  fin  nor  hell  come  near  my  heart, 
 Nor  caufe  my  Saviour  to  depart. 
 
46       H.Y  M  N  LXXII.  LXXIII.        [Book  I. 
 
 HYMN    LXXII.    (L.  M.) 
 
 The  coronation  if  Ohrift,   and  ejpcufak  of  tbt 
 churchy  Cant.  Hi.  n. 
 
 3  T\  WGHTERS  of  Sion,  come,  behold 
 JLI  The  crown  of  honour  and  of  gold, 
 Which  the  glad  church,  with  joys  unknown, 
 Plac'd  on  the  hear)  of  Solomon. 
 
 2  Jefus,  thou  ever  Jailing  King ! 
 Accept  the  tribute  which  we  bring; 
 Accept  the  well-deferv'd  renown, 
 And  wear  our  praifes  as  thy  crown. 
 
 3  Let  ev'ry  ad  of  worthip  be 
 Like  our  efponfals,  Lord,  to  thee; 
 Like  the  dear  hour  when  from  above 
 We  firft  receivM  thy  pledge  of  love. 
 
 4  The  giadnei's  of  that  happy  day! 
 Our  hearts  would  with  it  ion?  to  flay; 
 Nor  let  our  faith  forfake  its  hold, 
 Nor  comfort  link,  nor  love  grow  cold. 
 
 5  Each  following  minute  as  it  liies, 
 Increafe  thy  praife,  improve  our  joys; 
 Till  we  are  rais'd  to  fing  thy  name, 
 At  the  great  fupper  of  the  Lamb. 
 
 6  O  that  the  months  would  roll  away, 
 And  bring  that  coronation-day! 
 The  King  of  Grace  thai!  fill  the  throne, 
 With  all  his  Father's  glories  on. 
 
 HYMN    LXXIII.    (L.  M.) 
 
 The  church's  beauty  in  tin  eyes  of  Cbrift, 
 Cant.  iv.  i,*io,  n,*7,  o,  8. 
 
 !K 
 
 IND    s  the  fpeech  of  Thrift  our  Lord, 
 ffeclion  founds  in  ev'ry  word  ; 
 Lo,  thou  art  fair,  my  lov* !  (he  cries) 
 Not  the  young  deves  have  fweeter  eves. 
 
Book  I.]  HYMN    LXXIV.  47 
 
 2  ["  Sweet  are  thy  lips,  thy  pleafing  voice 
 *<  Salutes  mine  ear  with  fecret-joys; 
 
 **  No  fpice  fo  much  delights  the  fmell, 
 "  Nor  milk  nor  honey  tafte  fo  well.] 
 
 3  U  Thou  art  all  fair,  my  bride,  to  me; 
 "  I  will  behold  no  fpot  in  thee." 
 What  mighty  wonders  love  performs, 
 And  puts  a  comelinefs  o»  worms ! 
 
 4  Defil'd  and  loathfome  as  we  are, 
 
 He  makes  us  white,  and  calls  us  fair; 
 Adorns  us  with  that  heav'nly  drefs, 
 His  graces  and  his  righteoufnefs. 
 5;  "  My  lifter,  and  my  fpoufe,  (he  cries) 
 "  Bound  to  my  heart  by  various  ties, 
 "  Thy  pow'rful  love  my  heart  detains 
 *'  In  ftrong  delight  and  pleafing  chains." 
 
 6  He  calls  me  from  the  leopard's  den, 
 From  this  wide  world  of  beafts  and  men, 
 To  Sion,  where  his  glories  are ; 
 
 Not  Lebanon  is  half  fo  fair. 
 
 7  Nor  dens  of  prey,  nor  flow'ry  plains, 
 Nor  earthly  joys,  nor  earthly  pains, 
 Shall  hold  my  feet,  or  force  my  flay, 
 When  Chrift  invites  my  foul  away. 
 
 HYMN    LXXIV.    (L,  M.) 
 
 The  church  the  garden  of  Chrift, 
 Cant.  iv.  12,  14,  15.  and  ver.  1. 
 
 1  \\T^  are  a  garden  walFd  around, 
 
 Vy     Chofen  and  made  peculiar  ground; 
 A  little  fpot  inclos'd  by  grace, 
 Out  of  the  world's  wide  wildernefs. 
 1  Like  trees  of  myrrh  and  fpice  we  Hand, 
 Planted  by  God  the  Father's  hand  ; 
 And  all  his  fprings  in  Sion  flow, 
 To  .make  the  young  plantation  grow. 
 B4 
 
48  H  Y  M  N    LXXV.  [Book  I. 
 
 3  Awake,  O  heav'nly  wind,  and  come, 
 Blow  on  this  garden  of  perfume; 
 Spirit  divine  !  defcend  and  breathe 
 
 A  gracious  gale  on  plants  beneath. 
 
 4  Make  our  belt  fpices  flow  abroad, 
 To  entertain  our  Saviour-God, 
 
 And  faith,  and  love,  and  joy  appear, 
 And  ev'ry  grace  be  aclive  here. 
 
 5  [Let  my  beloved  come  and  tafte 
 His  pleafant  fruits  at  his  own  feaft : 
 
 <c  I  come,  mr  fpoufe,  I  come,"  he  criee, 
 With  love  and  pleafure  in  his  eyes. 
 
 6  Our  Lord  ;nro  his  garden  comes, 
 Wel'-p'eas'd  to  fmell  our  poor  perfumes; 
 And  calls  us  to  a  feaft  divine, 
 
 Sweeter  than  honey,   milk,  or  wine. 
 
 7  4t  Ea:  of  the  tree  of  life,  my  friends, 
 44  The  niefiings  thar  my  father  fends  ; 
 
 '*  Your  tafte  lhall  all  my  dainties  prove^ 
 "  And  drink  abundance  of  my  love." 
 
 8  Jefus  we  will  frequent  thy  board, 
 And  fing  the  bounties  of  our  Lord; 
 But  the  rich  food  on  which  we  live 
 Demands  more  praife  than  tongues  can  give.] 
 
 HYMN     LXXV.     (L.  M.) 
 
 TJie  defer iption  of  Chriftthe  Beloved, 
 Cant.  v.  9—12,  14—16. 
 
 2  HHHE  wondrin^  world  inquires  to  know 
 X     Why  I  mould  love  my  Jefus  fo  ; 
 
 "  W^at  are  his  charms,  (fay  they)  above 
 
 "The  objects  of  a  mortal  love?" 
 4  Yes,  my  Beloved,  to  my  fight 
 
 Shews  a  fweet  mixture,  red  and  white: 
 
 All  human  beauties,  all  divine, 
 
 In  my  Beloved  meet  and  mine. 
 
Book  I.]  HYMN    LXXV.  49 
 
 3  White  k  his  foul,  from  blemifh  free ; 
 Red,  with  the  blood  he  fhed  for  me; 
 The  faireft  of  ten  thoufand  fairs; 
 
 A  fun  amongft  ten  thoufand  ftars. 
 
 4  [His  head  the  fineft  gold  excels; 
 There  wifdom  in  perfection  dwells ; 
 And  glory  like  a  crown  adorns 
 Thofe  temples  once  befet  with  thorns. 
 
 5  Companions  in  his  heart  are  found, 
 Hard  by  the  fignals  of  his  wound  : 
 His  facred  fide  no  more  (hall  bear 
 The  cruel  fcourge,  the  piercing  fpear.j 
 
 6  [His  hands  are  fairer  to  behold 
 Than  di'monds  fet  in  rings  of  gold  ; 
 Thofe  heav'nly  hands  that  on  the  tree 
 Were  naiPd  and  torn,  and  bled  for  me. 
 
 7  Tho'  once  he  bow'd  his  feeble  knees, 
 Loaded  with  fins  and  agonies  ; 
 Now  on  the  throne  of  his  command 
 His  legs  like  marble  pillars  ftand.] 
 
 8  [His  eyes  are  majefty  and  love, 
 The  eagle  temper' d  with  the  dove ; 
 No  more  mall  trickling  forrows  roll 
 Thro'  thofe  dear  windows  of  his  foul.] 
 
 9  His  mouth,  that  pour'd  out  long  complaints, 
 Now  fmiles,  and  cheers  his  fainting  faints; 
 His  countenance  more  graceful  is 
 
 Than  Lebanon  with  ail  its  trees. 
 
 10  All  over  glorious  is  my  Lord  ; 
 Muft  be  belov'd  and  yet  ador'd: 
 His  worth  if  ail  the  nations  knew, 
 
 Sure  the  whole  earth  would  love  him  too  ! 
 
5o    H  Y  M  N  LXXVI.  LXXVII.      x  [Book  I. 
 HYMN    LXXVI.     (L.  M.) 
 
 Chrift  dwells  in  heaven,  but  vifits  on  earth, 
 Cant.  vi.  1--3,  12. 
 
 1  TXT  HEN   Grangers  ftand  and  hear  me 
 
 VV         tell 
 
 What  beauties  in  my  Saviour  dwell; 
 "Where  he  is  gone  they  fain  would  know, 
 That  they  may  feek  and  love  him  too. 
 
 2  My  beft  Beloved  keeps  his  throne 
 On  hills  of  light  in  worlds  unkown: 
 But  he  defcends  and  ihews  his  face 
 In  the  young  gardens  of  his  grace. 
 
 3  [In  vineyards  planted  by  his  hand. 
 Where  fruitful  trees  in  order  ftand; 
 He  feeds  among  the  fpicy  buds, 
 Where  lilies  fhew  their  fpotlefs  heads. 
 
 4  He  has  engrofs'd  my  warmer!  love ; 
 No  earthly  charms  my  foul  can  move: 
 I  have  a  ranfom  in  his  heart, 
 
 Nor  death,  nor  hell,  ihall  make  us  part.] 
 
 5  [He  takes  my  foul  ere  I'm  aware, 
 And  Ihews  me  where  his  glories  are; 
 No  chariots  of  Amminadib 
 
 The  heav'nly  rapture  can  defcribe. 
 
 6  O  may  my  ipirit  daily  rife 
 
 On  wings  of  faith  above  the  Ikies, 
 Till  death  (hall  make  my  laft  remove 
 To  dwell  for  ever  with  my  love.] 
 
 H  Y  M  N    LXXVII.     (L.  M.) 
 
 The  lore  of  Chrifl  to  the  church  in  his  language 
 to  her,  and  provijiofu  for  her, 
 Canticles  vii.    5,  6,   <j,   12,   13. 
 I   V|Ow  m  tne  gall'ties  of  his  grace 
 i\l    Appears  the  King,  and  thus  he  fays, 
 **  How  fair  my  faints  are  in  my  light! 
 M  My  love!  how  pleafant  for  delight!" 
 
Book  I.]         HYMN    LXXVIIL  ■  51 
 
 2  Kind  is  thy  language,  fov'reign  Lord, 
 There's  heav'nly  grace  in  ev'ry  word  I 
 From  that  dear  mouth  a  ftreara  divine 
 Flows  fweeter  than  the  choiceft  wine. 
 
 3  Such  wond'rous  love  awakes  the  lip 
 Of  faints  that^were  almoft  aileep, 
 To  fpeak  t#£  praifes  of  thy  name, 
 And  make  our  cold  affections  flame* 
 
 4  Thefe  are  the  joys  he  lets  us  know, 
 In  fields  and  villages  below, 
 Gives  us  a  reliili  of  his  love. 
 
 But  keeps  his  nobleft  feaft  above. 
 
 5  In  Paradife,  within  the  gates, 
 An  higher  entertainment  waits; 
 Fruits  new  and  old  laid  up  in  ftore, 
 Where  we  fhall  feed,  but  thirft  no  more, 
 
 HYMN    LXXVIIL     (L.  M.) 
 
 The  Jlrenghth  of  Chriit\r  love,    and  the  foul'* 
 
 jealosy  of  her  own, 
 
 Cant.  vili.  5-7,  13,  14. 
 
 W 
 
 That  travels  from  the  wildernefs, 
 And  prefs'd  with  furrows  and  with  fins, 
 On. her  beloved  Lord  me  leans! 
 This  is  thefpoufe  of  (Thrift  our  God, 
 Bought  with  the  treafures  of  his  blood; 
 And  her  requeft,  and  her  complaint, 
 Is  but  the  voice  of  ev'ry  faint. 
 "  O  iet  my  name  engraven  ftand 
 i(  Both  on  thy  heart,  and  on  thy  hand; 
 "  Seal  me  upon  thine  arm,  and  wear 
 "  That  pledge  of  love  for  ever  there. 
 "  Stronger  than  death  thy  love  is  known, 
 "  Which  floods  of  wrath  could  never  drowuj 
 *'  And  hell  and  earth  in  vain  combine 
 '.'  To  quench  a  fire  fo  much  divine. 
 B5 
 
r.z  HYMN    LXXIX.  [Book  I. 
 
 5  '«  But  I  am  jealous  of  my  heart, 
 
 *'  Left  it  fhould  once  from  thee  depart; 
 "  Then  let  thy  name  be  well  imprefsM 
 "Asa  fair  fignet  on  my  breaft. 
 
 6  "  Till  thou  hall  brought  me  to  thy  home, 
 
 *?  Where  fears  and  doubts  can  never  come.; 
 IC  Thy  count'riance  let  me  often  fee, 
 "  And  often  thou  (halt  hear  from  me. 
 
 7  "  Come,  my  beloved,  haftc  away, 
 "  Cut  lh ort  the  hours  of  thy  delay, 
 •c  Fly  like  a  youthful  hart  or  roe 
 
 "  Over  the  hills  where  fpices  grow." 
 
 HYMN    LXXIX.     (L.  M.) 
 
 A  mofning  hymn. 
 Pfalm  xix.  5,  8.  and  Ixxiii.  24,  25. 
 
 "i  O  D  of  the  morning,  at  whofe  voice 
 The  cheerfiil  fun  makes  hafte  to  rife, 
 And  like  a  giant  doth  rejoice 
 To  run  his  journey  thro' the  fides  ; 
 From  the  fair  chambers  of  the  eaft 
 
 rcuit  of  his  race  begins, 
 And  without  wcarinefs  or  reft, 
 •Ku'jiid  the  whole  e.arlh  he  flies  and  mines  : 
 Oh,   like  the  ftm,  may  I  ?:.lr\ 
 Th'  appointed  duties  of  the  dtfy, 
 With  ready  mind  and  active  will 
 Mare!:  on  and  keep  my  heav'nly  way. 
 [But  I  Hi  a  1 1  rove  and  lofe  the  race, 
 If  God,  my  fun,  mould  Sifappear, 
 And  leave  me  in  this  world's  wide  maze, 
 To  follow  ev'ry  wand'rihg  ftar/j 
 Lord,  thy  cb  umands  are  -lean  and  pure, 
 Eiiii.  I.tii'iia;  our  beclouded  eyes; 
 Thy  threat'ittings  juft,  thy  promife  fure, 
 Thy  gofpel  makes  the  Ample  wife. 
 
Book  I.]  HYMN    LXXX.  53 
 
 6  Give  me  thy  counfel  for  my  guide, 
 And  then  receive  me  to  thy  blifs  ; 
 All  my  defires  and  hopes  befide 
 Are  faint  and  cold  compar'd  with  this. 
 
 HYMN     LXXX.     (L.  M.) 
 
 An  evening  hymn. 
 Pfalm  iv.  8.  and  iii.  5,  6.  and  cxliii.  8. 
 
 1  fpHUS  far  the  Lord  has  led  me  on, 
 
 X    Thus  far  his  pow'r  prolongs  my  days, 
 And  ev'ry  ev'ning  mail  make  knows 
 Some  fre'lh  memorial  of  his  grace. 
 
 2  Much  of  my  time  has  run  to  wafte, 
 And  I  perhaps  am  near  my  home  ; 
 But  he  forgives  my  follies  pall, 
 
 He  gives  me  ftrength  for  days  to  come. 
 
 3  I  lay  my  body  down  to  fleep: 
 Peace  is  the  pillow  for  my  head  ; 
 While  well-appointed  angels  keep 
 Their  watchful  ftations  round  my  bed. 
 
 4  In  vain  the  fons  of  earth  or  hell 
 Tell  me  a  thoufand  frightful  things  ; 
 MyJjOd  in  fafety  makes  me  dwell 
 Beneath  the  lhadow  of  his  wings. 
 
 5  [Faith  in  his  name  forbids  my  fear: 
 O  may  thy  preferrce  ne'er  depart ! 
 And  in  the  morning  make  me  hear 
 The  love  and  kmdnefs  of  thy  heart. 
 
 6  Thus  when  the  hour  of  death  flia.ll  come: 
 My  fielh  (hall  reft  beneath  the  ground, 
 And  wait  thy  voice  to  roufe  my  tomb, 
 With  fweet  falvation  in  the  found,] 
 
54    H  Y  M  N  LXXXI.  LXXXIL        [Book  I. 
 
 HYMN    LXXXI.    (L.  M.) 
 
 A  fong  for  morning  or  evening, 
 Lara.  iii.  23.     Ifa.  xlv.  7. 
 
 1  T\  T  Y  God,  how  endlefs  is  thy  love  ! 
 1VJL  Thy  gifts  are  ev'ry  ev'ning  new; 
 And  morning  mercies  from  above 
 Gently  diftil  like  early  dew. 
 
 2  Thou  fpreadft  the  curtains  of  the  night, 
 Great  guardian  of  my  ileeping  hours  ; 
 Thy  fov'reign  word  reftores  the  light, 
 And  quickens  all  my  drowfy  pow'rs 
 
 3  I  yield  my  pow'rs  to  thy  command; 
 To  thee  I  confecrate  my  days  ; 
 Perpetual  bleffings  from  thy  hand 
 Demand  perpetual  fongs  of  praife. 
 
 H  Y  M  N    LXXXIL    (L.  M.) 
 
 God  far  above  creatures:    or,   man  vain  and 
 mortal,  Job  iv.  17—21. 
 
 1  qHALL  the  vile  race  of  flefh  and  blood 
 k)  Contend  with  their  Creator,  God? 
 Shall  mortal  worms  prefume  to  be 
 More  holy,  wife,  or  juft  than  he? 
 
 2  Behold  he  puts  his  trurt  in  none 
 Of  all  the  fpirits  round  his  throne; 
 Their  natures,  when  compar'd  with  his, 
 Are  neither  holy,  juft,  nor  wife. 
 
 3  But  how  much  meaner  things  are  thep 
 Who  fpfing  from  duft  and  dwell  in  clay? 
 Touch'd  by  the  finger  of  thy  wrath, 
 We  faint  and  perilh  like  the  moth. 
 
 4  From  night  to  day,  from  day  to  night, 
 We  die  by  thoufands  in  thy  fight: 
 Bury'd  in  duft  whole  nations  lie 
 
 Like  a  forgotten  vanity. 
 
Book  I.]  HYMN  LXXXIII.  LXXXIV. 
 
 5  Almighty  pow'r,  to  thee  we  bow  : 
 How  frail  are  we,  how  glorious  thou ! 
 No  more  the  fons  of  earth  fhall  dare 
 With  an  eternal  God  compare. 
 
 HYMN    LXXXIII.     (CM.) 
 
 Jffliftions  and  death  under  Providence, 
 Job  v.  6-8. 
 
 1  vrOT  froin  the  dure  affliction  grows, 
 IN      Nor  troubles  rife  by  chance  : 
 Yet  we  are  born  to  cares  and  woes  : 
 
 A  fad  inheritance! 
 
 2  As  fparks  break  out  from  burning  coals, 
 
 And  Hill  are  upwards  borne; 
 So  grief  is  rooted  in  our  fouls, 
 And  man  grows  up  to  mourn. 
 
 3  Yet  with  my  God  I  leave  my  caufe, 
 
 And  trufc  his  promis'd  grace  : 
 He  rules  me  by  his  well-known  laws 
 Of  love  and  righteoufnefs. 
 
 4  Not  all  the  pains  that  e'er  I  bore 
 
 Shall  fpoil  my  future  peace  : 
 For  death  and  hell  can  do  no  more 
 Than  what  my  Father  pleafe. 
 
 HYMN     LXXXIV.     (L.  M.) 
 
 Salvation,  righteoufnefs,  andjlrengtk  in  Chrilr, 
 Ifa.  xlv.  21—25. 
 
 1  JEHOVAH  fpeaks,  let  Ifr'el  hear, 
 J    Let  all  the  earth  rejoice  and  fear, 
 While  God's  eternal  Son  proclaims 
 His  fov'reign  honours  and  his  names  : 
 
 2  "  I  am  the  Laft,  and  I  the  Firft, 
 
 "  The  Saviour-God,  and  God  the  Juft; 
 "  There's  none  befide  pretends  to  lhew 
 "  Such  juftice  and  falvation  too. 
 
56  HYMN    LXXXV.  [Book  L 
 
 3  ["  Ye  that  in  fhades  of  darknefs  dwell, 
 *'  Juft  on  the  verge  of  death  and  hell, 
 "  Look  up  to  me  from  diftant  lands, 
 "  Light,  life,  and  heav'n,  are  in  my  hands. 
 
 4  "  I  by  my  lioly  name  have  fworn, 
 "  Nor  fhall  the  word  in  vain  return, 
 M  To  me  fhall  all  things  bend  the  knee, 
 "  And  ev'ry  tongue  fhall  fwear  to  me.] 
 
 5  "  In  me  alone  lhall  men  confefs 
 "  Lies  all  their  flrength  and  righteoufnefs  : 
 "  But  fuch  as  dare  defpife  my  name, 
 "  I'il  clothe  them  with  eternal  ihame. 
 
 6  "  In  me,  the  Lord,  mall  all  the  feed 
 "  Of  Ifr'el  from  their  fins  be  freed, 
 "  And  by  their  lhining  graces  prove 
 <c  Their  int'reft  in  my  pard'ning  love." 
 
 HYMN    LXXXV.     (S.  M.) 
 
 The  fame, 
 
 I       nnHE  Lord  on  high  proclaims 
 
 JL      His  Godhead  from  his  throne; 
 *'  Mercy  and  jufiice  are  the  names 
 *'  By  which  I  will  be  known. 
 a       "  Ye  dying;  fouls  that  fit 
 "  In  darknefs  and  diftrefs, 
 tl  Look  from  the  borders  of  the  pit 
 "  To  my  recov'ring  grace." 
 
 3  Sinners  mall  hear  the  found; 
 Their  thankful  tongues  lhall  own, 
 
 '*  Our  righteoufnefs  and  ftrength  is  found 
 **  In  thee,  the  Lord,  alone." 
 
 4  In  thee  fhall  Ifr'el  truft, 
 And  fee  their  guilt  forgiv'n ; 
 
 God  will  pronounce  the  linners  juft, 
 And  take  the  faints  to  heav'n. 
 
Book  I.]  HYMN  LXXXVI.  LXXXVII.     5; 
 
 •   HYMN    LXXXVI.     (C.  M.) 
 
 God    holy,    juft,     and  fovereign, 
 Job  ix.  2—10. 
 
 1  ttOW  fhould  the  fons  of  Adam's  race 
 JTX.     Be  pure  before  their  God  ! 
 If  he  contend  in  righteoufnefs, 
 We  fall  beneath  his  rod. 
 a  To  vindicate  my  words  and  thoughts 
 I'll  make  no  more  pretence; 
 Not  one  of  all  my  thoufand  faults 
 Can  bear  a  juft  defence. 
 
 3  Strong  is  his  arm,  his  heart  is  wife; 
 Whac  vain  prefumers  dare 
 
 Againft  their  Maker's  h?nd  to  rife, 
 Or  tempt  th'  unequal  war? 
 
 4  [Mountains  by  his  almighty  wrath 
 From  their  old  feats  are  torn ; 
 
 He  makes  the  earth,  from  fouth  to  north, 
 And  all  her  pillars  mourn. 
 
 5  He  bids  the  fun  forbear  to  rife; 
 Th'  obedient  fun  forbears  : 
 
 His  hand  with  fackcloth  fpreads  the  ikies,  i 
 And  feals  up  all  the  liars. 
 
 6  He  walks  upon  the  ftormy  fea; 
 Flies  on  the  ftormy  wind  ; 
 
 ■    There's  none  can  trace  his  wond'rous  way, 
 Or  his  dark  footfteps  find.] 
 
 HYMN    LXXXVII.     (CM.) 
 
 God  dwells  with  the  humble  and  penitent, 
 Ifaiah  Ivii.  15,  16. 
 
 1  TPHUS  faith  the  High  and  Lofty  One, 
 A     "  I  fit  upon  my  holy  throne  ; 
 "  My  name  is  God  ;  I  dwell  on  high; 
 "  Dwell  in  my  own  eternity. 
 
58  HYMN    LXXXVIII.  [Book  I. 
 
 ^  "  But  I  defcend  to  worlds  below; 
 
 "  On  earth  I  have  a  manfion  too;  • 
 
 "  The  humble  fplrit  and  contrite 
 **  Is  an  abode  of  my  delight. 
 
 3  "  The  humble  foul  my  words  revive, 
 "  I  bid  the  mourning  finner  live: 
 
 "  Heal  all  the  broken  hearts  I  find, 
 "  And  eafe  the  forrows  of  the  mind. 
 
 4  "  [When  I  contend  againft  their  fin, 
 
 "  I  make  them  know  how  vile  they've  been  ; 
 "  But  fnould  my  wrath  for  ever  fmoke, 
 "  Their    fouls    would     link     beneath    my 
 "  ftroke." 
 
 5  O  may  thy  pard'ning  grace  be  nigh,  * 
 Left  we  mould  faint,  defpair  and  die! 
 Thus  (hall  our  better  thoughts  approve 
 The  methods  of  thy  chaft'ning  love.] 
 
 HYMN    LXXXVIII.    (L.  M.) 
 
 Life  the  day  of  grace  and  hope, 
 Ecclef.  ix.  4—6,  io. 
 
 I   1 '    IFE  is  the  time  to  ferve  the  Lord, 
 J— i  The  time  tf  infure  the  great  reward, 
 And  while  the  lamp  holds  out  to  burn, 
 The  vileft  finner  may  return. 
 
 1  [Life  is  the  hour  that  God  hath  giv'n 
 To  'fcape  from  hell,  and  fly  to  heav'n; 
 The  day  of  grace,  and  mortals  may 
 Secure  the  bleflings  of  the  day.] 
 
 3  The  living  know  that  they  muft  die; 
 But  all  the  dead  forgotten  lie; 
 Their  mem'ry  and  their  fenfe  is  gone, 
 Alike  unknowing  and  unknown. 
 
 4  [Their  hatred  and  their  love  is  loft, 
 Their  envy  bury'd  in  the  duft; 
 They  have  no  thare  in  all  that's  done 
 Beneath  the  circuit  of  the  fun.] 
 
Book  I.]         HYMN    LXXXIX. 
 
 5  Then  what  my  thoughts  deligri  to  do, 
 My  hands,  with  all  your  might  purfuc ; 
 Since  no  device,  nor  work  is  found, 
 Nor  faith,  nor  hope,  beneath  the  ground. 
 
 6  There  are  no  ads  of  pardon  paft 
 
 In  the  cold  grave  to  which  we  hafte  : 
 But  darknefs,  death,  and  long  defpair, 
 Reign  in  eternal  filence  there. 
 
 'Y 
 
 HYMN    LXXXIX.     (L.  M.) 
 touth  and  judgment,   Ecclef.  xi.  9. 
 E  fons  of  Adam,  vain  and  young, 
 
 Indulge     your     eyes,      indulge    your 
 tongue, 
 Tafte  the  delights  your  fouls  delire, 
 And  give  a  loofe  to  ail  your  fire  : 
 Purfue  the  pleafures  you  defign, 
 And  cheer  your  hearts  with  Tongs  and  wine; 
 Enjoy  the  o'ay  of  mirth;   but  know, 
 There  is  a  day  of  judgment  too. 
 God  from  on  high  beholds  your  thoughts; 
 His  book  records  your  fecret  faults  ; 
 The  works  of  darknefs  you  have  done 
 Muit  ail  appear  before  the  fun. 
 The  veng'ance  to  your  fol'ies  due, 
 Should  ftrike  your  hearts  with  terror  thro': 
 How  will  ye  fraud  before  his  face, 
 Or  anfwer  for  his  injur'd  grace? 
 Almighty  God,  turn  off  their  eyes 
 From  thefe  alluring  vanities  : 
 And  let  the  thunder  of  thy  word 
 Awake  their  fouls  to  fear  the  Lord, 
 
 4 
 
6o  H  Y  M  N  XC.  XCI.  [Book  I. 
 
 HYMN    XC.     (CM.) 
 
 The  fame. 
 
 i  T    O,  the  young  tribes  of  Adam  rife, 
 JLi     And  thro'  all  nature  rove, 
 Fulfil  the  wilhes  of  their  eyes, 
 And  tafte  the  joys  they  love. 
 ■z  They  give  a  loofe  to  wild  defires ; 
 But  let  the  linners  know, 
 The  ftrift  account  that  God  requires 
 Of  all  the  works  they  do. 
 
 3  The  judge  prepares  his  throne  on  high, 
 
 The  frighted  earth  and  leas 
 Avoid  the  fury  of  his  eye, 
 And  flee  before  his  face. 
 
 4  How  mail  I  bear  that  dreadful  day, 
 
 And  ftand  the  fi'ry  teft  ? 
 I'd  give  all  mortal  joys  away 
 To  be  for  ever  bleft. 
 
 H  Y  M  N     XCT.     (L.  M.) 
 
 Advice  to  youth :    or,    old  age  and  death  in  m 
 
 unconverted  jlatey 
 
 Ecclef.  xii.  i,  7.     Ifa.  ixv.  20. 
 
 1  \J  OW  in  the  heat  of  youthful  blood, 
 IN    Remember  your  Creator,  God  : 
 Behold,  the  months  come  haii  aing  on 
 When  you  ihall  fay,  "  My  joys  are  gone." 
 
 2  Behold  the  aped  finner  goes* 
 Laden  with  guilt  and  heavy  woes, 
 Down  to  the  regions  of  the  dead, 
 With  endlefs  curies  on  his  head. 
 
 3  The  duft  returns  to  dull  again; 
 The  foul  in  agoiiies  of  pain 
 Afcends  to  God  ;  not  there  to  dwell, 
 But  hears  her  doom,  and  finks  to  hell. 
 
Book  I. ]  HYMN    LCIL  61 
 
 4  Eternal  King !  I  fear  thy  name  : 
 
 Teach  me  to  know  how  frail  I  am  ; 
 
 And  when  my  foul  muft  hence  remove, 
 
 Give  me  a  manfion  in  thy  love. 
 
 HYMN    XCII.     (S.  M.) 
 
 Chrift  the  wifdom  of  God, 
 Prov.  viii.  i,  22—32. 
 
 1  QH  ALL  wifdom  cry  aloud, 
 
 O  And  not  her  fpeech  be  heard? 
 The  voice  of  God's  eternal  word, 
 Deferves  it  no  regard  ? 
 
 2  "I  was  his  chief  delight, 
 "  His  everlafting  Son, 
 
 16  Before  the  firft  of  all  his  works, 
 "  Creation  was  begun. 
 
 3  ["  Before  the  flying  clouds, 
 "  Before  the  folid  land, 
 
 "  Before  the  fields,  before  the  floods, 
 "  I  dwelt  at  his  right-hand. 
 
 4  "  When  he  adorn'd  the  Ikies, 
 "  And  built  them,  I  was  there, 
 
 "  To  order  when  the  fun  mould  rife, 
 "  Arid  marflial  ev'ry.ftar. 
 
 5  li  When  he  pour'd  out  the  fea, 
 "  And  fpread  the  flowing  deep; 
 
 "  I  gave  the  flood  a  firm  decree, 
 <;  In  its  own  bounds  to  keep.] 
 
 6  l(  Upon  the  empty  air 
 
 "  The  earth  was  balanc'd  well : 
 "  With  joy  I  faw  the  manfion  wl- 
 "  The  fons  of  men  tliould  dw« 
 
 7  "  My  bufy  thoughts  at  fiif- 
 "  On  their  falvation  raa^ 
 
 "  Ere  fin  was  born,  or  Ad. 
 i4  Was  faihioa'd  to  a  mai 
 
6z  H  Y  M  N  XCIU.  XCIV.        [Book 
 
 3      "  Then  come,  receive  my  grace, 
 "  Ye  children,  and  be  wife; 
 t(  Happy  the  man  that  keeps  my  ways, 
 "  The  man  that  fliuns  them  dies." 
 
 HYMN    XCTII.     (L.  M.) 
 
 Chrifr,  ormfiom,  obeyed  or  refilled, 
 Prov.  viii.  $^--$6. 
 
 1  HPHUS  faith  the  wifdom  of  the  Lord, 
 
 -*-    "  Blefa'd  is  the  man  that  hears  my 
 
 word ; 
 il  Keeps  daily  watch  before  my  gates, 
 "  And  at  my  feet  for  mercy  waits. 
 
 2  "  The  foul  that  l'eeks  me,  lhail  obtain 
 "  Immortal  wealth  and  heav'nly  gain; 
 <:  Immortal  life  is  his  reward, 
 
 ':  Life,  and  the  favour  of  the  Lord. 
 
 3  "  put  the  vile  wretch  that  flies  from  me, 
 "  Doth  his  own  foul  an  injury; 
 
 '•  Fools,  that  againft  my  grace  rebel, 
 "  Seek  death,  and  love  the  road  to  hell." 
 
 HYMN    XCIV.     (CM.) 
 .  3 :  by  fa^th,  not  by  works:  or,  the  law 
 ■vuiemns.  grace  jufiifies,  Rom.iii.  19--22. 
 
 A  IN  are  the  hopes  the  fons  of  men 
 On  their  own  works  have  built ; 
 hearts  by  nature  all  unclean, 
 all  their  aftions  guilt. 
 and  Gentile  Hop  their  mouths, 
 out  a  murmuring  word, 
 •  v.  hole  race  of  Adam  ftartd 
 before  the  Lord. 
 
 fk  God's  righteous  law 
 .  now, 
 
 nee  and  to  condemn 
 w  can  do, 
 
Eook  I.]        HYMN  XCV.  XCVI.  63 
 
 4  Jefr.s,  how  glorious  is  thy  grace! 
 When  in  thy  name  we  trial, 
 Our  faith  receives  a  righteoufnefs 
 That  makes  the  finner  juft. 
 
 HYMN    XCV.     (CM.) 
 Regeneration,  John  i.  13.  and  iii.  3,  &c. 
 
 1  "kt  OT  all  the  outward  forms  on  earth, 
 _IN      Nor  rites  that  God  has  giv'n, 
 Nor  will  of  man,  nor  blood,  nor  birth, 
 Can  raife  a  foul  to  heav'n. 
 5.  The  fov'reign  will  of  God  alone 
 Creates  us  heirs  of  grace: 
 Born  in  the  image  of  his  Son, 
 A  new  peculiar  race. 
 
 3  The  Spirit,  like  fome  heav'nly  wind, 
 
 Blows  on  the  fons  of  flefh, 
 New-models  all  the  carnal  mind, 
 And  forms  the  man  afreih. 
 
 4  Our  quicken' d  fouls  awake  and  rife 
 
 From  the  long  fleep  of  death; 
 On  heav'nly  things  we  fix  our  eyes, 
 And  praife  employs  our  breath. 
 
 HYMN    XCVI.     (CM.) 
 Election  excludes  boafting,    1  Cor.  i.  26-31, 
 
 1  T>UT  few  among  the  carnal  wife, 
 XJ     But  few  of  noble  race, 
 Obtain  the  favour  of  thine  eyes, 
 
 Almighty  King  of  Grace  ! 
 
 2  He  takes  the  men  of  meaneft  name 
 
 For  fons  and  heirs  of  God  ; 
 And  thus  he  pours  abundant  ilianie 
 On  honourable  blood. 
 
 3  He  calls  the  fool,  and  makes  him  know 
 
 The  Myft'ries  of  his  grace, 
 To  bring  alpiring  wifdom  low, 
 And  all  its  pride  abafe, 
 
64        II  Y  M  N  XCVIt.  XCVIiL       [Book  I. 
 
 4  Nature  hath  all  its  glories  loft, 
 
 When  brought  before  his  throne; 
 No  flefh  fhall  in  his  prefence  boaft, 
 But  in  the  Lord  alone. 
 
 HYMN     XCVII.     (L.  M.) 
 
 Cbrift,  cur  wifdom,  righteoufnefs,  &c. 
 i  Cor.  i.  30. 
 
 1   TjUllY'D  in  fhadows  of  the  night, 
 13  We  lie  'till  Chrilt  reftores  the  light ; 
 Wifdom  defcends  to  heal  the  blind, 
 And  chafe  the  darknefs  of  the  mind. 
 
 a-  Our  guilty  fouls  are  drown'd  in  tears, 
 Till  his  atoning  blood  appears  : 
 Then  we  awake  from  deep  diftrefs, 
 And  ling,  "  The  Lord  our  righteoufnefs.'> 
 
 3  Our  very  frame  is  mix'd  with  fin ; 
 His  Spirit  makes  our  natures  clean; 
 Such  virtues  from  his  fuff'rings  flow, 
 At  once  to  cleanfe  and  pardon  too. 
 
 4.  Jefus  beholds  where  Satan  reigns, 
 Binding  his  flaves  in  heavy  chains ; 
 He  lets  the  pris'ners  free,  and  breaks 
 The  iron  bondage  from  our  necks. 
 
 5  Poor  helplefs  worms  in  thee  poflefs 
 Grace,  wifdom,  pow'r,  and  righteoufnefs, 
 Thou  art  our  mighty  All,  and  we 
 
 Give  our  whole  felves,  O  Lord,. to  thee. 
 
 HYMN  XCVIIL  (S.  M.) 
 
 The  fame. 
 
 1       y  t  O W  heavy  is  the  night 
 
 Xi  That  hangs  upon  our  eyes, 
 Till  Chrift  with  his  reviving  light, 
 Over  our  fouls  arife  ! 
 
Book  I.]  HYMN    XCIX.  65 
 
 1      Our  guilty  fpirits  dread 
 
 To  meet  the  wrath  of  heaven  ; 
 But  in  his  righteoufnefs  array'd, 
 
 We  fee  our  fins  forgiv'n. 
 3       Unholy  and  impure 
 
 Are  all  our  thoughts  and  ways, 
 His  hands,  infecYed  nature  cure 
 
 With  fanctifying  grace. 
 
 The  pow'rs  of  hell  agree 
 
 To  hold  our  fouls  in  vain  ; 
 He  fets  the  Ions  of  bondage  free, 
 
 And  breaks  the  curfed  chain. 
 
 Lord,  we  adore  thy  ways, 
 
 To  bring  us  near  to  God  ; 
 Thy  fov'reign  pow'r,  thy  healing  grace, 
 
 And  thine  atoning  blood. 
 
 HYMN  XCIX.  (CM.) 
 
 Stones  made  the  children  of  Abraham:  or,  grace 
 
 not  conveyed  by  religious  -parents, 
 
 Mate.  iii.  9. 
 
 1  ttAIN  are  the  hopes  that  rebels  place 
 V      Upon  their  birth  and  blood, 
 Defcended  from  a  pious  race  ; 
 
 (Their  fathers  now  with  God.) 
 He  from  the  caves  of  earth  and  hell 
 
 Can  take  the  haidefl  flonee, 
 And  fill  the  houfe  of  Abra'm  well 
 
 With  new-created  fons. 
 Such  wondrous  pow'r  doth  he  poffefs, 
 
 Who  formM  our  mortal  frame; 
 Who  call'd  the  world  from  emptinefsj 
 
 The  world  obey'd  and  came* 
 
66  HYMN     C.     CI.  [Book  I 
 
 H  Y  M  N     C.     (L.  M.) 
 
 Believe  and  be  faved,  John  iii.  16—18. 
 
 1  X  TOT  to  condemn  the  fons  of  men, 
 l\l    Did  Chrift  the  Son  of  God  appear; 
 No  weapons  in  his  hands  are  feen, 
 
 No  flaming  fword,  nor  thunder  there. 
 
 2  Such  was  the  pity  of  our  God, 
 He  lov'd  the  race  of  man  fo  well, 
 He  fent  his  Son  to  bear  our  load 
 
 Of  fins,  and  fave  our  fouls  from  hell. 
 
 3  Sinners,  believe  the  Saviour's  word, 
 Truft  in  his  mighty  name  and  live ; 
 A  thoufand  joys  his  lips  afFoid, 
 
 His  hands  a  thoufand  bleflings  give. 
 
 4  But  vengeance  and  damnation  lies 
 On  rebels,  who  refufe  the  grace; 
 "Who  God's  eternal  Son  defpife, 
 The  hotted  hell  mall  be  their  place. 
 
 HYMN     CI.     (L.  M.) 
 
 Joy  in  heaven  for  a  repenting  Jinner, 
 Luke  xv.  7,  10. 
 
 I   \KJ  H  O  can  defcribe  the  joys  that  rife 
 VV     Through  all  the  courts  of  Paradife, 
 
 To  fee  a  prodigal  return, 
 
 To  fee  an  heir  of  glory  born? 
 a  With  joy  the  Father  doth  approve 
 
 The  fruit  of  his  eternal  love; 
 
 The  Son  with  joy  looks  down  and  fees 
 
 The  p-urchafe  of  his  agonies. 
 3  The  Spirit  takes  delight  to  view 
 
 The  holy  foul  he  form'd  anew! 
 
 And  faints  and  angels  join  to  ring 
 
 The  growing  empire  of  their  king. 
 
look  I.]  HYMN     C1I.  67 
 
 HYMN    CII.     (L.  M.) 
 
 The  beatitudes,  Matt.  v.  3—12. 
 
 [T>LESS'D  are  the  humble  fouls  that  fee 
 J3  Their  emptinefs  and  poverty: 
 Treafures  of  grace  to  them  are  giv'n. 
 And  crowns  of  joy  laid  up  in  heav'n.] 
 [Blefs'd  are  the  men  of  broken  heart, 
 ■Who  mourn  for  fin  with  inward  fmart; 
 The  blood  of  Chrift  divinely  flows, 
 A  healing  balm  for  all  their  woes.] 
 
 3  [Blefs'd  are  the  meek,  who  ftand  afar 
 From  rage  and  paflion,  nofe  and  war; 
 God  will  fecure  their  happy  ftate, 
 And  plead  their  caufe  againit  the  great.] 
 
 $  [Blefs'd  are  the  fouls  that  thirft  for  grace, 
 Hunger  and  long  for  righteoumefs  ; 
 They  fhall  be  well  fupply'd  and  fed 
 With  living  ftreams  and  living  bread.] 
 
 ;  [Blefs'd  are  the  men  whofe  bowels  move, 
 And  melt  with  fympathy  and  love; 
 From  Chrift  the  Lord  fhall  they  obtain 
 Like  fympathy  and  love  again.]  " 
 [Blefs'd  are  the  pure  whofe  hearts  are  clean, 
 From  the  defiling  pow'r  of  fin  ; 
 With  endlefs  pleafure  they  ihall  fee 
 A  God  of  fpotlefs  purity.] 
 [Blefs'd  are  the  men  of  peaceful  life, 
 Who  quench  the  coals  of  growing  ftrife; 
 They  mall  be  called  the  heirs  of  Mil's, 
 The  ions  of  God,  the  God  of  peace.] 
 [Blefs'd  are  the  fmf'rers  who  partake 
 Of  pain  and  ihame  for  jefus'  lake; 
 Their  fouls  mall  triumph  in  the  Lord, 
 Glory  and  joy  are  their  reward.] 
 
63  HYMN  CIII.  CIV.  [Booh 
 
 HYMN     CIII,     (CM.) 
 
 Not  afbamed  of  the  gofpel,   2  Tim.  i.  12. 
 
 1  y'M  not  afiianTd  to  own  my  Lord, 
 JL     Or  to  defend  his  caufe, 
 Maintain  the  honour  of  his  word, 
 The  glory  of  his  crofs. 
 z  Jefus,  my  God  !  I  know  his  name, 
 His  name  is  all  my  trull; 
 Nor  will  he  put  my  foul  to  fliamc, 
 Nor  let  rav  hope  he  loft. 
 
 3  Firm  as  his  throne  his  promife  (lands, 
 
 And  he  can  well  fecure 
 What  I've  committed  to  his  hands, 
 Till  the  decifive  hour. 
 
 4  Then  will  he  own  my  worthlefs  namfe 
 
 Before  his  Father's  face, 
 And  in  the  new  jerufaiem 
 Appoint  my  fou!  a  place. 
 
 HYMN     Civ.     (C.  M.) 
 A  Jiate  of  nature  and  of  grace,  1  Cor.  vi.  10,  1  f 
 
 1  tctOT  the  malicious  or  profane, 
 IN      The  wanton  or  the  proud, 
 Nor  thieves,  nor  lland'rers  mall  obtain 
 The  kingdom  of  our  God. 
 i  Surprifing  grace!  And  fuch  were  we 
 By  nature  and  by  fin, 
 Heirs  of  immortal  mifery, 
 Unholy  and  unclean. 
 
 3  But  we  are  walh'd  in  Jefus'  blood, 
 
 We're  pardon'd  thro'  his  name; 
 And  the  good  Spirit  of  our  God 
 Hath  fancYify'd  our  frame. 
 
 4  O  for  a  perfevering  pow'r 
 
 To  keep  thy  juft  comma! 
 We  would  defile  our  hearts  no  more, 
 No  more  pollute  our  hands. 
 
Book  I.  j  fi  Y  M  N  CV.  GVI.  69 
 
 HYMN     CV.     (CM.) 
 
 Heaven  invifible  and  holy, 
 1  Cor.  ii.  9,  10.     Rev.  xxi.  27. 
 l   "XT OR  eye  hath  feen,  nor  ear  has  heard, 
 IN      Nor  fenfe  nor  reafon  known, 
 What  joys  the  Father  has  prepared 
 For  thofe  that  love  the  Son. 
 z.  But  the  good  Spirit  of  the  Lord 
 Reveals  a  heav'n  to  come; 
 The  beams  of  glory  in  his  word, 
 Allure  and  guide  us  home. 
 ■   Pure  are  the  joys  above  the  fky, 
 And  all  the  region  peace  ; 
 No  wanton  lips,  nor  envious  eye 
 Can  fee  or  tafle  the  blifs. 
 ^ 'Thofe  holy  gates  for  ever  bar 
 Pollution,  hn,  and  fliame; 
 None  (hall  obtain  admittance  there> 
 But  foliow'rs  of  the  Lamb. 
 c  lie  keeps  the  Father's  book  of  life, 
 There  all  their  names  are  found  ; 
 Th?  hypocrite  in  vain  lliall  ft  rive 
 To  tread  the  heav'nly  ground. 
 
 HYMN    GVI.     (S.  M.) 
 
 Dead  to  fin  by  the  crofi  cf  Chrifl, 
 Rom.  vi.  1,  2,  6. 
 
 QH  ALL  we  go  on  to  fin 
 
 U-  Becaiiie  thy  grace  abounds, 
 Or  crucify  the  Lord  again, 
 
 And  open  all  his  wounds? 
 
 Forbid  it,  mighty  God  ! 
 
 Nor  let  it  e'er  be  faid, 
 That  we  whofe  fins  are  crucify'd, 
 
 Should  raife  them  from  the  dead. 
 
73  HYMN     CVIL  [Book  I. 
 
 3      We  will  be  flaves  no  more, 
 Since  Chrift  has  made  us  free, 
 Has  nail'd  our  tyrants  to  his  crofs, 
 And  bought  our  liberty. 
 
 HYMN     eVII.     (L.  M.) 
 
 The  fall  and  recovery  of  man ,    or,  Chrift  and 
 
 Satan  at  enmity. 
 
 Gen.  iii    I,  15,  17.    Gal.  iv.  4.   Col.  ii.  15 
 
 D 
 
 ECEIV'D  by  fubtle  fnares  of  hell, 
 Adam  our  head,  our  father  fell, 
 When  Satan  in  the  ferp.ent  hid, 
 Fropos'd  the  fruit  that  God  forbid. 
 Death  was  the  threatVmg  :  Death  began 
 To  take  poiTemon  of  the  man  ; 
 His  unborn  race  receiv'd  the  wound, 
 And  heavy  curfes  fmote  the  ground. 
 But  Satan  found  a  worfe  reward  ; 
 Thus  faith  the  veng'ance  of  the  Lord, 
 *4  Let  everlafting  hatred  be 
 11  Betwixt  the  woman's  feed  and  thee. 
 "  The  woman's  feed  (hall  be  my  Son; 
 "  He  (hall  deftroy  what  thou  haft  done ; 
 "  Shall  break  thy  head,  and  only  feel 
 "  Thy  malice  raging  at  his  heel." 
 [He  fpake;  and  bid  four  thoufand  years 
 Roll  on;— at  length  his  Son  appears  ; 
 Angcis  with  joy  defcend  to  earth, 
 And  (ing  the  young  Redeemer's  birth. 
 Lo,  by  the  fons  of  heil  he  dies  ; 
 But  as  he  hung  'twixt  earth  and  fkies, 
 He  gave  their  prince  a  fatal  blow, 
 And  triumph'd  o'er  the  pow'rs  below.] 
 
Book  I.]        H  Y  M  N  CVIII.  CIX. 
 
 HYMN    CVIII.     (S.  M.) 
 Chrift  wife  en  and  beloved,   i  Pet,  i.  8. 
 
 1  M^^  w*th  our  mor.taI  eyes 
 1M      Have  we  beheld* the  Lord, 
 
 Yet  we  rejoice  to  hear  his  name,  ' 
 
 And  love  him  in  his  word. 
 
 2  On  earth  we  want  the  fight 
 Of  our  Redeemer's  face^ 
 
 Yet,  Lord,  o-ur  inmoft  thoughts  delight 
 To  dwell  upon  thy  grace. 
 
 3  And  when  we  tafte  thy  love 
 Our  joys  divinely  grow 
 
 Unfpeakable,  like  thofe  above, 
 And  heav'n  begins  below. 
 
 HYMN     CIX.     (L.M.I 
 Ths  value  of  Cbnftand  his  rlsh 
 
 PhiLiii.  7--0. 
 
 NC^more,  my  God,  I  boaft  no  more 
 Of  all  the  duties  I  have  core  ■ 
 I  quit  the  hopes  I  held  before. 
 To  trait  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 
 £  Nov/  for  the  love  I  feear  ! 
 
 ?at  was  my  gain  I  count  mv  !ois  ; 
 My  former  pride  I  call  my  fh 
 And  nail  my  glory  to  his  cr 
 
 ,  and  I  mull  and  will  efteem 
 AH  things  but  lofs  for  Jefes3  i 
 iay  my  i'oul  be  found  in  him', 
 of  his  rigbte©ufnefs  partake! 
 
 4  The  belt  obedience  of  my  hands, 
 Dares  not  appear  before  thv  throne; 
 Hut  faith  can  anfwer  thy  demands 
 
 ling  what  ray  Lord  ha?  d  mz 
 
HYMN  CX.  CXL  [Book  I. 
 
 HYMN     CX.     (CM.) 
 Death  and  immediate  glory,  2  Cor.  v.  1,  5-8. 
 1  r-p  HE  RE    is    a    houfe   not    made   with 
 J.  hands, 
 
 Eternal,  and  en  high  ; 
 And' here  my  fpirit  waiting  ftands, 
 Till  God  mall  bid  it  fly. 
 a  Shortly  this  prifon  of  my  clay 
 Mult  be  difTolv'd  and  fall; 
 Then,  O  my  Ton  1,  with  joy  obey 
 Thy  heav'nly  Father's  call.. 
 *  'Tis  he,  by  his  almighty  grace. 
 That  forms  thee  fit  for  heay  n  ; 
 And,  as  an  earneft  of  the  place, 
 Has  his  own  Spirit  giv'n. 
 4  We  walk  by  faith  of  joys  to  come  5 
 Faith  lives  upon  his  word; 
 But  while  the  body  is  our  home, 
 We're  abfent  from  the  Lord, 
 c  'Tis  pleafant  to  believe  thy  grace, 
 But  we  had  rather  fee; 
 We  wou'd  be  abfent  from  the  flefn, 
 And  prefent,  Lord,  with  thee. 
 
 HYMN     CXI.     (CM.) 
 Salvation  by  grace-,  Titus  iii.  3-7. 
 !   fy    OftD,  we  confefs  our  num'rous  faults 
 •    JL  1     How  great  our  guilt  has  been  ; 
 Foolim  and  vain  were  all  our  thoughts, 
 And  all  our  lives  were  fin. 
 2  But,  O  my  foul,  for  ever  praife, 
 }?or  e  his  name; 
 
 Who  turns  thy  feet  from  dang'rous  ways 
 Of  folly,  fin,  and  ihame.] 
 
[Book  I.  HYMN     CXII. 
 
 3  [*Tis  not  by  works  of  righteoufnefs 
 
 Which  onr  own  hands  have  done; 
 But  we  are  fav'd  by  fov'reign  grace 
 Abounding-thro'  his  Son.] 
 
 4  ?Tis  from  the  mercy  of  our  God 
 
 That  all  our  hopes  begin  ; 
 'Tis  by  the  water  and  the  blood, 
 Our  fouls_are  wafh'd  from  fin. 
 
 5  'Tis  thro'  the  purchafe  of  his  death, 
 
 Who  hung  upon  the  tree, 
 The  Spirit  is  fent  down  to  breathe 
 On  fuch  dry  bones  as  we. 
 
 6  Rais'd  from  the  dead  we  live  anew; 
 
 And  juftify'd  by  grace, 
 We  mail  appear  in  glory  too, 
 And  fee  our  Father's  face. 
 
 HYMN    CXII.    (C.  M.) 
 
 The  brazen  ferpent:  or,  looking  to  Jefus, 
 "John  ill-  14—16. 
 
 1  CO  did  the  Hebrew  prophet  raife 
 »3     The  brazen  ferpent  high  ; 
 The  wounded  felt  immediate  eafe, 
 
 The  camp  forbore  to  die, 
 
 2  "  Look  upward  in  the  dying  hour, 
 
 "  And  live,"  the  prophet  cries  ; 
 But  Chrift  performs  a  nobler  cure, 
 When  faith  lifts  up  her  eyes. 
 5  High  on  the  crofs  the  Saviour  hung, 
 High  in  the  heav'ns  he  reigns  5 
 Here  finners,  by  th'  old  ferpent  flung, 
 Look,  and  forget  their  pains. 
 4  When  God's  own  Son  is  lifted  up, 
 A  dying  world  revives  : 
 The  Jew  beholds  the  glorious  hope3 
 Th*  expiring  Gentile  lives. 
 C  z 
 
74  HYMN  CXIII.  CXIV.        [Book  I. 
 
 HYMN     CXIII.     (C.  M.) 
 
 Abraham's  MeJJing  on  the  Gentiles, 
 Gen.  xvii.  7.  Rom.  xv.  8.  Mark  x.  14. 
 
 I  ttOW  large  the  promife  !  how  divine, 
 Jl~L     To  Abra'm  and  his  feed  ! 
 "  i'll  be  a  God  to  thee  and  thine, 
 "  Supplying  all  their  need." 
 a.  The  words  of  his  extenfive  love 
 From  age  to  age  endure  ; 
 The  angel  of  the  cov'nant  proves, 
 And  feals  the  b  letting  fure. 
 
 3  Jefus  the  ancient  faith  confirms, 
 
 To  our  great  fathers  giv'n  ; 
 He  takes  young  children  to  his  arms, 
 And  calls  them  heirs  of  heav'n. 
 
 4  Our  God  !  how  faithful  are  his  ways! 
 
 His  love  endures  the  fame : 
 Nor  from  the  promife  of  his  grace 
 Blots  out  his  children's  name. 
 
 HYMN  CXIV.  (C.  M.) 
 The  fame,  Romi  xi,  16,  17. 
 
 G 
 
 ENTILES  by  nature,  we  belong 
 To  the  wild  olive-wood  ; 
 Grace  took  us  from  the  barren  tree, 
 
 And  grafts  us  in  the  good. 
 With  the  fame  bleffings,  grace  endows 
 
 The  Gentile  and  the  Jew; 
 If  pure  and  holy  be  the  root, 
 
 Such  are  the  branches  too. 
 Then  let  the  children  of  the  faints 
 
 Be  dedicate  to  God  ! 
 Four  out  thy  Spirit  on  them,  Lord  ! 
 
 And  warn  them  in  thy  blood. 
 
Book  I.]  HYMN     CXV.  75 
 
 4  Thus  to  the  parents  and  their  feed 
 Shall  thy  falvation  come, 
 And  num'rous  houiholds  meet  at  Iaft 
 In  one  eternal  home. 
 
 H  Y  M  N     CXV.     (C.  M.) 
 
 Conviction  of  fin  by  the  law, 
 Rom.  vn.  8,  9,  14,  24. 
 
 I    T    ORD,  how  fecure  my  confcience  was, 
 l^d     And  felt  no  inward  dread ! 
 I  was  alive  without  the  law, 
 
 And  thought  mv  fins  were  dead. 
 1  My  hopes  of  heav'n  were  firm  and  bright ; 
 But  fince  the  precept  came 
 With  a  convincing  pow'r  and  light, 
 I  find  how  vile  I  am. 
 
 3  [My  guilt  appear'd  but  fmall  before, 
 
 Till  terribly  I  faw 
 How  perfect,  -holy,  juft  and  pure, 
 Was  thine  eternal  law. 
 
 4  Then  felt  my  foul  the  heavy  load, 
 
 My  fins  reviv'd  again  ; 
 I  had  provok'd  a  dreadful  God, 
 And  all  my  hopes  were  flain. 
 
 5  I'm  like  a  helpiefs  captive  fold 
 
 Under  the  pow'r  of  fin; 
 I  cannot  do  the  good  I  would, 
 Nor  keep  my  confcience  clean. 
 
 6  My  God,  I  cry  with  ev'ry  breath, 
 
 For  fome  kind  pow'r  to  fave, 
 To  break  the  yoke  of  fin  and  death, 
 And  thus  redeem  the  flave. 
 
76         HYMN  CXVI.  CXVII.        [Book  I. 
 
 HYMN  CXVI.  (L.  M.) 
 
 Love  to  God  and  our  neighbour, 
 Matt.  xxii.  37—40. 
 
 1  'THUS  .fahh    the   firft,    the  great  com- 
 
 -*  mand, 
 
 "  Let  all  thy  inward  pow'rs  unite 
 "  To  love  thy  Maker  and  thy  God, 
 "  With  utmoft  vigor  and  delight. 
 
 2  "  Then  ihall  thy  neighbour  next  in  place 
 "  Shire  thine  affections  and  efteem  j 
 
 <e  And  let  thy  kindnefs  to  thy.felf 
 
 li  Meafure  and. rule  thy  love  to  hirn." 
 
 3  This  is  the  fenfe  that  Mofes  fpoke, 
 This  did  the  prophets  preach  and  prove; 
 For  want  of  this  the  law  is  broke, 
 And  the  whole  law's  fulfill'd  by  love. 
 
 4  But  O!  howbafe  our  pathons  are! 
 How  cold  our  charity  and  zeal ! 
 Lord,  fill  our  fouls  with  heav'nly  fire, 
 Or  we  ihall  ne'er  perform  thy  will. 
 
 HYMN  CXVII.  (L.  M.) 
 Election  fovereign  and  free,  Rom.  ix.  21—24. 
 
 1  [OEHOLD  the  potter  and  the  clay, 
 JLJ  He  forms  his  veffels  as  he  pleafe; 
 Such  is  our  God,  and  fuch  are  we, 
 The  vubjecrs  of  his  high  decrees. 
 
 1  Doth  not  the  workman's  pow'r  extend 
 O'er  all  the  inafs,  which  part  to  choofe, 
 And  mould  it  for  a  nobler  end, 
 And  which  to  leave  for  viler  ule  r] 
 
 3  May  not  the  fov'reign  Lord  on  high 
 Bifpenfe  his  favours  as  he  will  ; 
 Choofe  fome  to  life,  while  others  die, 
 And  yet  be  juft  and  gracious  (till? 
 
Book  I.]  HYMN     CXVIII.  77 
 
 4  [What,  if  to  make  his  terror  known, 
 He  lets  his  patience  long  endure, 
 Suff'ring  vile  rebels  to  go  on 
 
 And  feal  their  own  definition  fure? 
 
 5  What  if  he  means  to  mew  his  grace, 
 And  his  electing  love  employs, 
 
 To  mark  out  fome  of  mortal  race 
 And  forms  them  fit  for  heavViy  joys  ?  1 
 
 6  Shall  man  reply  againft  the  Lord, 
 And  call  his  Maker's  ways  nnjuft, 
 The  thunder  of  whofe  dreadful  word, 
 Can  crulh  a  thoufand  worlds  to  duft! 
 
 7  But,  O  my  foul,  if  truths  fo  bright 
 Should  dazzle  and  confound  thy  fight, 
 Yet  Hill  his  written  will  obey, 
 
 And  wait  the  great  decifive  day, 
 
 8  Then  fhall  he  make  his  juflice  known, 
 And  the  whole  world  before  his  throne, 
 With  joy  or  terror  fhall  confefs, 
 
 The  glory  of  his  righteoufnefs. 
 
 HYMN  CXVIII.  (L.  M.) 
 
 Mofes  and  Chrift :  or,  fins  agairfi  the  law  and 
 go/pel,  John  L  17.  Heb.  iii.  3.  5.  6.  and  x. 
 28,  29. 
 
 1  HpHE  law  by  Mofes  came, 
 
 X      But  peace,  and  truth,  and  love, 
 Were  brought  by  Chrift  (a  nobler  name) 
 Defcending  from  above. 
 
 2  Amidft  the  houfe  of  God 
 
 Their  difPrent  works  were  done; 
 Mofes  a  faithful  fervant  flood, 
 But  Chrift  a  faithful  Son. 
 
 3  Then  to  his  new  commands 
 Be  Uriel:  obedience  paid  ; 
 
 OV:r  all  his  Father's  houfe  he  ftands 
 The  fov'reigo  and  the  head. 
 
78  HYMN  CXIX.  CXX.        [Book  I. 
 
 4  The  man  that  durft  defpife 
 The  law  that  Mofes  brought, 
 
 Behold  !  how  terribly  he  dies 
 For  his  prefumptuous  fault. 
 
 5  But  forer  veng'ance  falls 
 On  that  rebellious  race, 
 
 Who  hate  to  hear  when  Jefus  calls, 
 And  dare  refill  his  grace, 
 
 HYMN     CXIX.     (CM.) 
 
 The  different  fuccefs  of  the  gofpeU 
 I  Cor.  i.  23,  24.  2  Cor.  ii.  16.  1  Cor.  lii.  6,  7. 
 
 1   /""<  HRI  ST  and  his  crofs  is  ail  our  theme; 
 V><     The  myft'ries  that  we  fpeak 
 Are  fcandal  in  the  Jews  efteem, 
 And  folly  to  the  Greek. 
 2.  But  fouls  enlighten'd  from  above 
 With  joy  receive  the  word; 
 They  fee  what  wifdom,  pow'r,  and  love9 
 Shines  in  their  dying  Lord. 
 
 3  The  vital  favour  of  his  name 
 
 Reflores  their  fainting  breath ; 
 But  unbelief  perverts  the  fame 
 To  guilt,  defpair,  and  death. 
 
 4  Till  God  riiffufe  his  graces  down, 
 
 Like  Ihow'rs  of  heav'nly  rain, 
 
 In  vain  Apoilos  fows  the  ground, 
 
 And  Paul  may  plant  in  vain. 
 
 HYMN  CXX.  (CM.) 
 Faith  of  things  unfeen,  Heb.  xi.   1,  3,  8,  ig. 
 
 A  i  T  H  r0  the  brighteft  evidence 
 J7       Of  things  beyond  our  fight, 
 Breaks  thro'  the  clouds  of  fleih  and  fenfe, 
 And  dwells  in  heav'nly  light. 
 
Book  I.J  HYMN     CXXI, 
 
 2.  It  fets  times  paft  in  prefent  view, 
 Brings  distant  profpecls  home, 
 Of  things  a  thouiand  years  ago, 
 Or  thouiand  years  to  come. 
 
 3  By  faith  we  know  the  worlds  were  made 
 
 By  God's  almighty  word  ; 
 Abra'm,  to  unknown  countries  led, 
 By  faith  obey'd  the  Lord. 
 
 4  He  fought  a  city  fair  and  high, 
 
 Built  by  th'  eternal  hands ; 
 And  faith  allures  us,  tho'  we  die, 
 That  heav'nly  building  Hands. 
 
 HYMN     CXXI.     (CM.) 
 
 Children  devoted  to  God, 
 Gen.  xvii.  7,  10.  Acls  xvi.  14,  i£,  35. 
 
 (For   tlwfe   who    prattife   infant-jba 
 
 1  np  KUS  faith  the  mercy  of  the  Lord, 
 
 1       "  I'll  be  a  God  to  thee; 
 "  I'll  blefs  thy  num'rous  race,  and  they 
 "  Shall  be  a  feed  for  me." 
 
 2  Abra'm  believ'd  the  promis'd  grace, 
 
 And  gave  his  fon  to  God  ; 
 But  water  feals  the  bleffing  now, 
 That  once  was  feal'd  with  blood. 
 
 3  Thus  Lydia  fanctify'd  her  houle, 
 
 When  the  receiv'd  the  word  ; 
 Thus  the  believing  jailor  gave 
 His  houfnold  to  the  Lord. 
 
 4  Thus  later  faints,  eternal  King! 
 
 Thine  ancient  truths  embrace; 
 To  thee  their  infant  offspring  bring. 
 And  humbly  claim  the  grace* 
 
8o      HYMN  CXXII.  CXXIII.        [Book  I. 
 
 HYMN    CXXII.     (L.  M.) 
 
 Believers  buried  with  Chrift  in  baptifm, 
 Rom.  vi.  3,  &c. 
 
 I  TT^^  we  not  know  that  folemn  word, 
 JLJ  That  we  are  buryrd  with  the  Lord ; 
 
 .   Baptiz'd  into  his  death,  and  then 
 Put  off  the  bodv  of  our  fin. 
 
 i  Our  fouls  receive  diviner  breath, 
 
 Raifs'd  from  corruption,  guilt  and  deatli; 
 So  from  the  grave  did  (Thrift  arife, 
 And  lives  to  God  above  the  fkies. 
 
 3  No  more  let  fin  or  Satan  reign 
 Over  our  mortal  flelh  again  ; 
 The  various    lulls  we  ferv'd  before, 
 Shali  have  dominion  now  no  more. 
 
 HYMN  CXXIII.  (CM.) 
 
 The  repenting  prodigal,  Luke  xv.  13,  &c 
 
 l  T)EHOLD  the  wretch  whofe  luft  and  wine 
 13     Had  wafted  his  eftate, 
 He  begs  a'ftiare  amongft  the  fwine, 
 To  tafte  the  bulks  they  eat! 
 2.  "  I  die  with  hunger  here,  (he  cries) 
 "  I  ftarve  in  foreign  lands; 
 "  My  father's  houfe  has  large  fupplies, 
 "  And  bounteous  are  his  hands. 
 
 3  "  I'll  go,  and  with  a  mournful  tongue 
 
 "  Fall  down  before  his  face  ; 
 "  Father,  I've  done  thy  juftice  wrong, 
 "Nor  can  deferve  thy  grace." 
 
 4  Ke  faid,  and  haften'd  to  his  home, 
 
 To  feek  his  father's  love ; 
 
 The  father  law  the  re"bel  come, 
 
 And  all  his  bowels  move. 
 
Book  I.]  HYMN    CXXIV.  81 
 
 5  He  ran,  and  fell  upon  his  neck, 
 
 Embrac'd  and  kifs'd  his  fon; 
 The  rebel's  heart  with  forrow  brake, 
 For  follies  he  had  done. 
 
 6  "  Take  off  his  clothes  of  ihame  and  nn," 
 
 (The  father  gives  command) 
 "  Drefs  him  in  garments  white  and  clean? 
 "  With  rings  adorn  his  hand. 
 
 7  "  A  day  of  feafting  I  ordain; 
 
 *'  Let  mirth  and  joy  abound  ; 
 <c  My  fon  was  dead,  and  lives  again, 
 "  Was  loft,  and  now  is  found." 
 
 HYMN     CXXIV.     (L.  M.> 
 
 The  firft  and  fecond  Adam,   Rom.  v.  12,  &c, 
 
 I   T\EEP  in  the  duft  before  thy  throne, 
 ±J  Our  guilt  and  our  difgrace  we  own; 
 Great  God  !  we  own  th'  unhappy  name, 
 Whence  fprung  our  nature  and  our  fhame. 
 
 2.  Adam,  the  firmer:  At  his  fall, 
 
 Death,  like  a  conqu'ror,  feiz'd  us  all ; 
 A  thoufand  new-born  babes  are  dead, 
 By  fatal  union  to  their  head. 
 
 3  But  wiiilft  our  fpirits,  filPd  with  awe, 
 Behold  the  terrors  of  thy  law, 
 
 We  fing  the  honours  of  thy  grace, 
 That  lent  to  fave  our  ruin'd  race. 
 
 4  We  fing  thine  everlafting  Son, 
 Who  join'd  our  nature  to  his  own; 
 Adam  the  fecond.  from  the  du& 
 Raifes  the  ruins  of  the  firft. 
 
 5  [By  the  rebellion  of  one  man 
 Thro'  all  his  feed  the  mifchief  ran ; 
 And  by  one  man's  obedience  now 
 Are  all  his  feed  made  righteous  too, 
 
82  HYMN    CXXV.  [Book  I. 
 
 6  Where  fin  did  reign  and  death  abound, 
 There  have  the  fons  of  Adam  found 
 Abounding  life  ;  there  glorious  grace 
 Reigns  thro'  the  Lord  our  righteoufnefs.] 
 
 HYMN     CXXV.     (CM.) 
 
 Chrift'j  compaffun  to  the  weak  and  tempted, 
 Heb.  iv.  15,  16.  aud  v.  7.    Matt.  xii.  2c. 
 
 1  TI7  ITH  joy  we  meditate  the  grace 
 
 V  V        Of  our  High  Prieit  above  j 
 His  heart  is  made  of  tendernefs, 
 His  bowels  melt  with  love. 
 
 2  Touch'd  with  a  fympathy  within, 
 
 He  knows  our  feeble  frame  ; 
 He. knows  what  fore  temptations  mean, 
 For  he  has  felt  the  fame. 
 
 3  But  fpotlefs,  innocent,  and  pure, 
 
 The  great  Redeemer  flood, 
 YS&hile  Satan's  fi'ry  darts  he  bore, 
 And  did  refill  to  blood. 
 
 4  He  in  the  days  of  feeble  flefh 
 
 ur'd  out  his  cries  and  tears, 
 And  in  his  meafure  feels  afrelh 
 Wha:  ev'ry  member  bears. 
 
 5  [He'll  never  quench  the  frnoaking  flax, 
 
 But  raife  it  to  a  flame ; 
 The  bruifed  reued  he  never  breaks, 
 Nor  fcorns  the  meaneft  name.] 
 
 6  Then  let  our  humble  faith  addreis 
 
 His  mercy  and  his  pow'r, 
 We  inall  obtain  deliv'ring  grace 
 the  diftrciTing  hour. 
 
Book  I.]    HYMN  CXXVI.  CXXVII.        83 
 
 HYMN     CXXVI.     (L.  M.) 
 
 Charity  and  uncharitablenefs, 
 Rom.  xiv.  17,  i<j.  1  Cor.  x.  32. 
 
 I  XjOT  diff'rent  food,  nor  diff'rent  drefs, 
 JN    Compofe  the  kingdom  of  our  Lord  f 
 But  peace,  and  joy,  and  righteoufnefs, 
 Faith,  and  obedience  to  his  word. 
 
 1  When  weaker  christians  we  defpife, 
 We  do  the  gofpel  mighty  wrong ; 
 For  God  the  gracious  and  the  wife, 
 Receives  the  feeble  with  the  Strong. 
 
 3  Let  pride  and  wrath  be  baniih'd  hence, 
 Meeknefs  and  love  our  fouls  purfue ; 
 Nor  mall  our  practice  give  offence 
 To  faints,  the  Gentile  or  the  Jew. 
 
 HYMN    CXXVII.     (L.M.) 
 
 Chrift'j  imitation  to  firmer s :  or,  humility  and 
 pride.  Matt.  xi.  28—  30. 
 
 1  "pOME  hither,  all  ye  weary  fouls, 
 
 V^i  "  Ye  heavy  laden  Sinners  come; 
 "  I'll  give  you  ieft  from  all  your  toils, 
 16  And  raife  you  to  my  heav'nly  home. 
 
 2  "  They  (hall  find  reft  that  learn  of  me  5 
 "  Pm  of  a  meek  and  lowly  mind ; 
 
 *'  But  paffion  rages  like  the  fea, 
 "  And  pride  is  reftlefs  as  the  wind. 
 
 3  (C  Blefs'd  is  the  man  whofe  Shoulders  take 
 "  My  yoke,  and  bear  it  with  delight; 
 
 "  My  yoke  is  eafy  to  his  neck, 
 
 *'  My  grace  iliall  make  the  burden  light." 
 
 4  Jefus,  we  come  at  thy  command  ; 
 With  faith  and  hope,  and  humble  zeal, 
 Refign  our  fpirits  to  thy  hand, 
 
 To  mould  and  guide  us  at  thv  wilL 
 C  4 
 
$4      H  Y  M  N  CXXVIII.  CXXIX.     [Book  I. 
 
 HYMN     CXXVIII.     (L.  M.) 
 
 The  Apojlles  commijjlon :  or,  the  go/pel  attefted 
 
 by  miracles, 
 
 Mark  xvi.  15,  &c.  Matt,  xxviii.  18,  &c. 
 
 1  "  S~v  O    preach    my    gofpel,     (faith    the 
 \jr  "  Lord) 
 
 "  Bid  the  whole   earth  my  grace  receive  ; 
 "  He  ihall  be  fav'd  that  trufts  my  word  ; 
 tc  He  ihall  be  damn'd  that  won't  believe. 
 
 ■1  ".[I'll  make  your  great  commiiTion  known, 
 "  And  ye  ihall  prove  my  gofpel  true, 
 "  By  all  the  works  that  I  have  done, 
 w  By  all  the  wonders  ye  iliall  do. 
 
 3  "  Go  heal  the  lick,  go  raife  tbe  dead, 
 "  Go  caft  out  devils  in  my  name; 
 
 "  Nor  let  my  prophets  be  afraid, 
 t:  Tho'   Greeks  reproach,    and  Jews  blaf- 
 "  pheme.] 
 
 4  "  Teach  all  the  nations  my  commands; 
 "  I'm  with  you  fcill  the  world  fhall  end; 
 "  All  pow'r  is  trufted  in  my  hands, 
 
 "  I  can  deftroy,  and  can  defend.77 
 
 5  He  fpake,  and  light  fhone  round  his  head; 
 On  a  bright  cloud  to  heav'n  he  rode: 
 They  to  the  farthefr  nations  fpread 
 
 The  grace  of  their  afcended  God. 
 
 HYMN     CXXIX.     (L.  M.) 
 
 iffion  and  deliverance :   or,  Abraham  offer- 
 ing his  Jon,  Gen.  xxii.  6,  &c. 
 
 1    Q  A INTS,  at  your  hea'nly  Father's  word 
 O   Give  up  your  comforts  to  the  Lord; 
 He  (hall  reitore  what  you  rci'ign, 
 Or  grant  you  b'leflings  more  divine. 
 
Book  I.]  HYMN     CXXX,  8j 
 
 2  So  Abra'm  with  obedient  hand 
 
 Led  forth  his  fon  at  God's  command  ; 
 The  wood,  the  fire,  the  knife,  he  took, 
 His  arm  prepar'd  the  dreadful  ftroke. 
 
 3  "  Abra'm  forbear,  (the  angel  cry'd); 
 
 "  Thy  faith  is  known,  thy  love  is  tryM: 
 
 '*  Thy  fon  (hall  live,  and  in  thy  feed 
 
 "  Shail'the  whole  earth  be  blefs'd  indeed. " 
 
 4  Juft  in  the  laft  diftreiTing  hour, 
 
 The  Lord  difplays  deliv'ring  pow'r; 
 The  mount  of  danger  is  the  place 
 Where  we  ihall  fee  furprifmg  grace. 
 
 HYMN     CXXX.     (L.  M.) 
 
 Love  and  hatred,  Phil.  ii.  2.  Eph.  iv.  30,  &c. 
 
 1    XTOW  by  the  bowels  of  my  God  ! 
 
 l\i    His    tharp    diftrefs,     his     fore     com» 
 
 plaints, 
 By  his  lail  groans,  his  dying  blood, 
 I  charge  my  foul  to  love  the  faints. 
 
 1  Clamour,  and  wrath,  and  war  be  gone, 
 Envy  and  fpite  for  ever  ceafe  ; 
 Let  bitter  words  no  more  be  known 
 Amongft  the  faints,  the  fons  of  peace. 
 
 3  The  Spirit,  like  a  peaceful  dove. 
 
 Flies  from  the  realms  of  noife  and  ftrife  j. 
 Why  ihould  we  vex  and  grieve  his  love3 
 Who  feats  our  fouls  to  heav'nly  life  ? 
 
 4  Tender  and  kind  be  all  our  thoughts  ; 
 Thro'  all  our  lives  let  mercy  run": 
 
 So  God  forgives  our  num'rous  faults, 
 For  the  dear  fake  of  Chrift  his  Son 
 
36      H  Y  M  N  CXXXI.  CXXXII.     [Book  I. 
 
 HYMN  CXXXI.  (L.  M.) 
 
 The  pharifee  and  the  publican, 
 Luke  xviii.  10,  &x. 
 
 S  TOEHOLD  how  tinners  difagree, 
 X3  The  publican  and  pharifee! 
 One  doth  his  righteoufnefs  proclaim. 
 The  other  owns  his  guilt  and  fhame. 
 
 2  This  man  at  humble  diftance  Hands, 
 And  cries  for  grace  with  lifted  hands; 
 That  boldly  riles  near  the  throne, 
 And  talks  of  duties  he  has  done. 
 
 3  The  Lord  their  difPrent  language  knows, 
 And  difT'rent  anfwers  he  bellows  ; 
 
 The  humble  foul  with  grace  he  crowns, 
 Whilft  on  the  proud  his  anger  frowns. 
 
 4  Dear  Father-,  let  me  never  be 
 Join'd  with  the  boafling  pharifee; 
 I  have  no  merits  of  my  own, 
 
 But  plead  the  furl'rings  of  thy  Son* 
 
 HYMN  CXXXII.  (L.  M.) 
 
 Holinefs  and  grace ,  Titus  ii.  10---13. 
 
 j   q  O  let  our  lips  and  lives  exprefs 
 O  The  holy  gofpel  We  profefs; 
 So  let  our  works  and  virtues  lhine, 
 To  prove  the  doclrine  all  divine. 
 
 2  Thus  ih all  we  bell  proclaim  abroad 
 The  honours  of  our  Saviour  God  ; 
 "When  the  falvation  reigns  within, 
 And  grace  fnbdues  the  pow'r  of  iin, 
 
 3  Our  fie  ih  and  fenfe  muft  be  deny'd, 
 Pafiion  and  envy,  loft  and  pride; 
 While  juftice,  temp'rance,  truth  and  Iov< 
 -Qur  inward  piety  approve. 
 
'L 
 
 Sock  L]  HYMN  CXXXIII.  CXXXIV.    87 
 
 4  Religion  bears  our  fpirits  up, 
 While  we  expect  that  blened  hope, 
 The  bright  appearance  of  the  Lord, 
 And  faith  Hands  leaning  on  his  word. 
 
 HYMN     CXXXIII.     (C.  M.) 
 Love  and~  charity*   1  Cor.xiii.  2—7,  13. 
 
 ET  pharifees  of  high  efteem 
 Their  faith  and  zeal  declare, 
 All  their  religion  is  a  dream, 
 If  love  be  wanting  there. 
 1  Love  fufFers  long  with  patient  eye3 
 Nor  is  provok'd  in  hafte  ; 
 She  lets  the  prefent  inj'ry  die, 
 And  long  forgets  the  pad. 
 
 3  [Malice  and  rage,  thofe  fires  of  hell, 
 
 She  quenches  with  her  tongue  ; 
 Hopes,  and  believes,  and  thinks  no  ill, 
 Tho7  [lie  endures  the  wrong  ] 
 
 4  [She  nor  delires  nor  feeks  to  know 
 
 The  fcandals  of  the  time; 
 Nor  looks  with  pride  on  thofe  below, 
 Nor  envies  thofe  that  climb.] 
 
 5  She  lays  her  own  advantage  by 
 
 To  feek  her  neighbours  good; 
 So  God's  own  Son  came  down  to  die, 
 And  bought  our  lives  with  blood. 
 
 6  Love  is  the  grace  that  keeps  her  pow'r 
 
 In  all  the  realms  above  ; 
 There  faith  and  hope  are  known  no  more, 
 But  faints  for  ever  love. 
 
 HYMN     CXXXIV.     (L.  M.) 
 Religion  vain  without  love,  1  Cor.  xiii„  1—3, 
 
 J   TTAD  I  the  tongues  of  Greeks  and  Jews3 
 Ai.  And  nobler  fpeech  than  angels  ufe, 
 if  love  be  abfent,  1  am  found 
 Like  tinkling  brafs,  an  empty  found, 
 
88     HYMN  CXXXV.  CXXXVI.     [Book  L 
 
 2  Were  I  infpir'd  to  preach  and  tell 
 All  that  is  done  in  heav'n  and  hell; 
 Or  could  my  faith  the  world  remove; 
 Still  I  am  nothing  without  love. 
 
 3  Should  I  distribute  all  my  ftore 
 To  feed  the  bowels  of  the  poor, 
 Or  <;ive  my  body  to  the  flame 
 
 To  gain  a  martyr's  glorious  name; 
 
 4  If  love  to  God  and  love  to  men 
 Be  abfent,  all  my  hopes  are  vain: 
 Nor  tongues,  nor  gifcs,  nor  fi'ry  zeal, 
 The  work  of  love  can  e'er  fulfil. 
 
 HYMN     CXXXV.     (L.  M.) 
 
 The  love  of  Chrift  flied  abroad  in  the  hear.. 
 Eph.  lii.  16,  &c. 
 
 i  pOME,  dearefl  Lord,  defcend  and  dwell 
 X_j  By  faith  and  love  in  ev'ry  bread  ; 
 Then  (hall  we  know,  and  tafte,  and  feel 
 The  joys  that  cannot  be  exprefs'd. 
 
 2  C  ome,  fill  our  hearts  with  inward  ftrength, 
 Make  our  enlarged  fouls  pofTeis, 
 
 And  learn  the  height,  and  breadth,  and 
 
 length, 
 Of  thine  .  immeasurable  grace. 
 
 3  Now  to  the  God  whole  pow'r  can  do 
 More  than  our  thoughts  and  withes  know, 
 Be  everlarling  honours  done 
 
 By  ail  the  church,  thro'  Chrift  his  Son. 
 
 HYMN     CXXXVI.     (CM.) 
 
 Sincerity  and  hypecrify :  or,  formality  in  worfiipt 
 John  iv.  24.     Plalm  exxxix.  23,  24. 
 
 I   S~*\  OD  is  a  Spirit,  juft  and  wife, 
 VJT     He  fees  our  inmoft  mind  ; 
 In  vain  to  heav'n  we  raife  our  cries, 
 And  leave  o^r  fouls  behind. 
 
Book  I.]        H  Y  M  N  ^CXXXVII.  89 
 
 2  Nothing  but  truth  before  his  throne 
 
 With  honour  can  appear; 
 The  painted  hypocrites  are  known 
 Thro'  the  difguife  they  wear. 
 
 3  Their  lifted  eves  falute  the  fkies-j 
 
 Their  bending  knees  the  ground  ; 
 But  God  abhors  the  facriiice, 
 Where  not  the  heart  is  found. 
 
 4  Lord,  iearch  my  thoughts,  and  try  my  wzy?. 
 
 And  make  my  foul  fincere ; 
 Then  mall  I  ftand  before  thy  face, 
 And  find  acceptance  there. 
 
 HYMN     CXXXVII.     (L,  M.) 
 Salvation  by  grace  in.  Chrifl,  2  Tim.i.  9, 10, 
 
 1  \tOW  to  the  pow'r  of  God  fupreme 
 lSj    Be  everlafring  honours  giv'n, 
 
 He  faves  from  hell,  (we  blefs  his  name) 
 He  calls  our  wand'ring  feet  to  heav'n. 
 
 2  Not  for  our  duties  or  deferts, 
 But  of  his  own  abounding  grace, 
 He  works  falvation  in  our  hearts, 
 And  forms  a  people  for  his  praife. 
 
 3  'Twas  his  own  purpofe  that  begun 
 To  refcue  rebels  doom'd  to  die  ; 
 He  gave  us  grace  in  Chrifl:  his  Sod, 
 Before  he  fpread  the  Harry  Iky. 
 
 4  Jefus  the  Lord  appears  at  laft, 
 
 And  makes  his  Father's  counfels  known: 
 Declares  the  great  tranfaftions  paft. 
 And  brings  immortal  bleilings  down, 
 
 5  He  dies  ;  and  in  that  dreadful  night 
 Did  all  the  pow'rs  of  hell  derlroy ; 
 Rifmg,  he  brought  our  heav'n  to  light, 
 And  took  poffeff.on  of  the  joy. 
 
jo  HYMN  CXXXVIII.  CXXXIX.  [Book  I. 
 
 HYMN    CXXXVIII.     (CM.) 
 
 Saints  in  the  hands  of  Chrift,  John  x.  23,  29, 
 
 1  TT'  IRM  as  the  earth  thy  gofpel  ftands, 
 JF      My  Lord,  my  hope,  my  truft; 
 If  I  am  found  in  Jems'  hands, 
 My  foul  can  ne'er  be  loft. 
 1  His  honour  is  engag'd  to  fave 
 The  meaner!:  of  his  lheep  ; 
 All  that  his  heav'nly  Father  gave 
 His  hands  fecurely  keep. 
 3  Nor  death  nor  hell  lhali  e'er  remove 
 His  fav'rites  from  his  breaft  ; 
 In  the  dear  bofom  of  his  love 
 They  mufl  for  ever  reft. 
 
 HYMN     CXXXIX.     (L.  M.) 
 
 Hope  in  the  covenant:  or,  God's  promife  and 
 truth  unchangeable ',  Heb.  vi.  17---19. 
 
 I  TTOW  oft  have  fin  and  Satan  ftrove 
 JjL  To  rend  my  foul  from  thee  my  God? 
 But  everlafting  is  thy  love, 
 And  Jefus  feals  it  with  his  blood. 
 
 %  The  oath  and  promife  of  the  Lord, 
 Join  to  confirm  the  wond'rous  grace; 
 Eternal  pow'r  performs  the  word, 
 And  fills  ail  heav'n  with  endlefs  praife. 
 
 3  Amidft  temptations  fharp  and  long, 
 My  foul  to  this  dear  refuge  flies; 
 Hope  is  my  anchor  firm  and  ftrong, 
 While  tempefts  blow  and  billows  rife. 
 
 4  The  gofpel  bears  my  fpirit  up  ; 
 A  faithful  and  unchanging  God 
 Lays  the  foundation  for  my  hope, 
 In  oaths,  and  promifes,  and  blood. 
 
Book  I.]  HYMN    CXL.  91 
 
 HYMN    CXL.    (CM.) 
 
 A  living  and  a  dead  faith.      Collected  from  fe- 
 ver al  fcriptures. 
 
 3  -ji  yrlSTAKEN  fouls  that  dream  of  heav'n 
 JVX     And  make  their  empty  boaft 
 Of  inward  joys,  and  fins  forgiv'n, 
 While  they  are  flaves  to  luft. 
 2.  Vain  are  our  fancies,  airy  flights, 
 If  faith  be  cold  and  dead  ; 
 None  but  a  living  pow'r  unites 
 To  Chrift  the  living  head. 
 
 3  'Tis  faith  that  changes  all  the  heart; 
 
 'Tis  faith  that  works  by  love  ; 
 
 That  bids  all  iinful  joys  depart, 
 
 And  lifts  the  thoughts  above. 
 
 4  'Tis  faith  that  conquers  earth  and  heU 
 
 By  a  celeftial  pow'r; 
 This  is  the  grace  that  lhall  prevail 
 In  the  decifive  hour. 
 
 5  [Faith  mull  obey  her  Father's  will, 
 
 As  well  as  truft  his  grace ; 
 A  pard'ning  God  is  jealous  ftill 
 For  his  own  holinefs. 
 
 6  When  from  the  curfe  he  fets  us  free? 
 
 He  makes  our  natures  clean  ; 
 Nor  would  he  fend  his  Son  to  be 
 The  minifter  of  fin. 
 
 7  His  Spirit  purifies  our  frame, 
 
 And  feals  our  peace  with  God: 
 Jefus,  and  his  falvation,  came. 
 By  water  and  by  blood.] 
 
oa  HYMN    CXLL  [Book 
 
 HYMN    CXLI.     (S.  M.) 
 
 The  humiliation  and  exaltation  of  Chrift, 
 Ifaiah  liii.  1—5,  10—12. 
 
 WH  O  hath  believ'd  thy  word, 
 Or  thy  falvation  known? 
 Reveal  thine  arm,  almighty  Lord, 
 
 And  glorify  thy  Son. 
 
 The  Jews  efteem'd  him  here 
 
 Too  mean  for  their  belief: 
 Sorrows  his  chief  acquaintance  were, 
 
 And  his  companion,  grief. 
 
 They  turn'd  their  eyes  away, 
 
 Aad  treated  him  with  fcorn  ; 
 But  'twas  their  griefs  upon  him  lay, 
 
 Their  forrows  he  has  borne. 
 
 'Twas  for  the  ftubborn  Jews, 
 
 And  Gentiles,  then  unknown, 
 The  God  of  juftice  pleas'd  to  bruife 
 
 His  heft-beloved  Son. 
 
 "  But  I'll  prolong  his  days, 
 
 11  And  make  his  kingdom  ftand; 
 "  My  pleafure,  (faith  the  God  of  grace) 
 
 "  Shall  profper  in  his  hand. 
 
 ["  His  joyful  foul  fhall  fee 
 
 "  The  purchafe  of  his  pain, 
 M  And  by  his  knowledge  juftify 
 
 "  The  guilty  fons  of  men.] 
 
 ["  Ten  thoufand  captive  Haves, 
 
 '-'  Releas'd  from  death  and  fin, 
 u  Shall  quit  their  prifons  and  their  graves, 
 
 **  And  own  his  pow'r  divine.] 
 
 ["  Heaven  iliall  advance  my  Son 
 
 4<  To  joys  that  earth  deny'd  ; 
 "  Who  faw  the  fol'ies  men  had  done, 
 
 "  And  bore  their  fins,  and  dy'd."] 
 
Book  I.]       H  Y  M  N  CXLII.  CXLIII. 
 
 L 
 
 H  Y  M  N     CXLII.     (S.  M.j 
 
 The  fame,    Ifaiah  liii.  6—12. 
 
 IKE  fheep  we  went  aftray, 
 And  broke  the  fold  of  God, 
 Each  wand'ring  in  a  diff'rent  way, 
 But  all  the  downward  road. 
 7r       How  dreadful  was  the  hour 
 
 When  God  our  wand'rings  laid, 
 And  did  at  once  ins  veng'ance  pour 
 Upon  the  fhepherd's  head  ! 
 
 3  How  gloriaus  was  the  grace 
 When  Chrifl  fuftain'd  the  ftroke! 
 
 His  life  and  blood  the  fnepherd  pays, 
 A  ranfOm  for  the  flo  k. 
 
 4  H:s  honour  and  his  breath 
 Were  taken  quite  away; 
 
 Join'd  with  the  wicked  in  his  death, 
 And  made  as  vile  as  they. 
 
 5  But  God  lhall  raife  his  head 
 O'er  all  the  fons  of  men, 
 
 And  make  him  fee  a  num'rous  feed, 
 To  recompenfe  his  pain. 
 
 6  "  I'll  give  him,  (faith  the  Lord) 
 i£  A  portion  with  the  ftrong: 
 
 "  He  lhall  poiTefs  a  large  reward, 
 "  And  hold  his  honours  long." 
 
 HYMN     CXLIII.     (C.  M.) 
 
 Characters  of  the  children  of  God.      From  fe- 
 veral  fcriptures. 
 
 1     \  S  new  born  babes  defire  the  brea/l 
 ljl.     To  feed,  and  grow,  and  thrive  ; 
 So  faints  with  joy  the  gofpel  taite, 
 And  by  the  goipel  live. 
 
94  HYMN    CXLIII.         [Book  I. 
 
 2  [With  inward  guft  their  heart  approves 
 
 All  that  the  word  relates  ; 
 They  love  the  men  their  Father  loves, 
 And  hate  the  works  he  hates.] 
 
 3  [Not  all  the  flatt'ring  baits  on  earth 
 
 Can  make  them  (laves  to  luft ; 
 They  can't  forget  their  heav'nly  birth, 
 Nor  grovel  in  the  duft,] 
 
 4  [Not  all  the  chains  that  tyrants  ufe 
 
 Shall  bind  their  fouls  to  vice; 
 Faith,  like  a  conqu'ror  can  produce 
 A  thoufand  victories.] 
 
 5  [Grace,  like  an  uncorrupted  teed, 
 
 Abides  and  reigns  within  ; 
 Immortal  principles  forbid 
 The  fons  of  God  to  fin.] 
 
 6  [Not  by  the  terrors  of  a  Have 
 
 Do  they  perform  his  will 
 But  with  the  nobleft  pow'rs  they  have 
 His  fweet  commands  fulfil.] 
 
 7  They  find  accefs  at  ev'ry  hour 
 
 To  God  within  the  vail ; 
 Hence  they  derive  a  quick'ning  pow'r, 
 And  joys  that  never  fail. 
 
 8  O  happy  fouls  !  O  glorious  ftate 
 
 Of  overflowing  grace; 
 To  dwell  fo  near  their  Father's  feat, 
 And  fee  his  lovely  face. 
 
 9  Lord,  I  addrefs  thy  heav'nly  throne; 
 
 Call  me  a  child  of  thine  ; 
 Send  down  the  Spirit  of  thy  Son 
 To  form  my  heart  divine. 
 
 10  There  lhed  thy  choiceit  loves  abroad^ 
 
 And  make  my  comforts  ftrong  : 
 Then  (hall  I  fay,  "My  Father  God," 
 With  an  unwav'ring  tongue. 
 
Book  I.]        HYMN  CXLIV.   CXLV.        95 
 
 HYMN     CXLIV.     (CM.) 
 
 The  mtnejjing  and  /eating  Spirit, 
 Rom.  viii.  14,  16.     Eph.  1.  13,  14. 
 
 1  TT7HY  mould  the  children  of  a  king 
 W       Go  mourning  all  their  days? 
 Great  Comforter  !  defcend  and  bring 
 Some  tokens  of  thy  grace. 
 z  Doft  thou  not  dwell  in  all  the  faints, 
 And  leal  the  heirs  of  heav'n? 
 When  wiir  thou  baniih  my  complaints, 
 And  ihew  my  fins  foxgiv'n  ? 
 
 3  Allure  my  conscience  of  her  part 
 
 In  the  Redeemer's  blood  ; 
 And  bear  thy  witnefs  with  my  heart. 
 That  I  am  born  of  God. 
 
 4  Thou  art  the  earneft  of  his  love, 
 
 The  pledge  of  joys  to  come  : 
 
 id  thy  fort  wings,  celeftlal  Dove, 
 
 Will  fafs  convey  me  home. 
 
 HYMN     CXLV.     (CM.) 
 
 Chrirl  and  Aaron.  Taken  from,  Heb.  vii.  andix. 
 
 I  TE3US,  in  thee  our  eyes  behold 
 J      Athoufaud  glories  more 
 Tfaaa  the  rich  gems  and  polinVd  gold 
 The  fons  of  Aaron  wore. 
 a  They  firit  their  own  burnt-ofFriugs  brought, 
 To  purge  themfelves  from  fin; 
 Thy  life  was  pure  without  a  fpot, 
 And  all  thy  nature  clean, 
 g   [Frefb  blood,  as  conflant  as  the  day, 
 Was  on  their  altar  fpilt; 
 But  thy  one  off'ring  takes  away 
 ever  all  our  guilt.] 
 
96  HYMN    CXLVI.  [Book  I. 
 
 4  [Their  priefthood  ran  thro'  fev'ral  hands, 
 
 For  mortal  was  their  race  : 
 Thy  never-changing  office  ftands, 
 Eternal  as  thy  days.] 
 
 5  [Once  in  the  circuit  of  a  year 
 
 With  blood,  but  not  his  own, 
 Aaron  within  the  veil  appears 
 Before  the  golden  throne. 1 
 
 6  [But  (Thrift  by  his  own  powerful  blood 
 
 Afcends  above  the  fkies, 
 And  in  the  prefence  of  our  God 
 Shews  his  own  facrifice.] 
 
 7  Jefus,  the  King  of  Glory,  reigns 
 
 On  Sion's  heav'nly  hill ; 
 Looks  like  a  lamb  that  has  been  flam, 
 And  weais  his  priefthood  Hill. 
 
 8  He  ever  lives  to  intercede 
 
 Before  his  Father's  face: 
 Give  him,  my  foul,  thy  caufe  to  plead, 
 Nor  doubt  the  Father's  grace. 
 
 HYMN     CXLVI.     (L.  M.) 
 
 Characters  of  Chrift,    borrowed  from  inanimate 
 things  in  fcripture. 
 
 1  f-\  O  worfhip  at  Immanuel's  feet, 
 
 VJX  See  in  his  face  what  wonders  meet! 
 Earth  is  too  narrow  to  exprefs 
 His  worth,  his  glory,  or  his  grace. 
 
 2  [The  whole  creation  can  afford 
 
 But  fome  faint  ihadows  of  my  Lord  : 
 Nature,  to  make  his  beauties  known, 
 Mult  mingle  colours  not  her  own.] 
 
 3  [Is  he  compar'd  with  wine  or  bread  ? 
 Dear  Lord  !  our  fouls  would  thus  be  fed  : 
 That  fteih,  that  dying  blood  of  thine, 
 
 Is  bread  of  life,  is  heav'nly  wine.] 
 
Book  I.]  HYM'N    CXLVI.  97 
 
 4  [Is  he  a  tree  ?  JChe  world  receives 
 Salvation  from  his  healing  leaves  : 
 
 That  righteous  branch,    that  fruitful  bough. 
 Is  David's  root  and  offspring  too.] 
 
 5  [Is  he  a  rofe  ?  Not  Sharon  yields 
 Such  fragrancy  in  all  her  fields  : 
 Or  if  the  lily  he  afTume, 
 
 The  vallies  blefs  the  rich  perfume.] 
 
 6  [Is  he  a  vine?  His  heav'nly  root 
 Supplies  the  boughs  with  life  and  fruit: 
 O  let  a  lafting  union  join 
 
 My  foul  to  Chrift  the  living  vine  !] 
 
 7  [Is  he  a  head?  Each  member  lives, 
 And  owns  the  vital  pow'rs  he  gives  ! 
 The  faints  below  and  faints  above, 
 Join'd  by  his  Spirit  and  his  love.] 
 
 8  [Is  he  a  fountain  ?  There  I  bathe, 
 And  heal  the  plague  of  fin  and  death: 
 Thefe  waters  all  my  foul  renew, 
 
 And  cleanfe  my  fpotted  garments  too.] 
 
 9  [Is  he  a  fire?  He'll  purge  my  drofs  : 
 But  the  true  gold  fuflains  r.o  lofs  : 
 .Like  a  refiner  fhall  he  lit, 
 
 And  tread  the  refufe  with  his  feet.] 
 to  [Is  he  a  rock?  How  firm  he  proves ! 
 
 The  rock  of  ages  never  moves  ; 
 
 Yet  the  fweet  frreams  that  from  him  flow, 
 
 Attend  us  all  the  defert  thro'.] 
 11  [Is  he  a  way?  He  leads  to  God  ; 
 
 The  path  is  drawn  in  lines  of  blood  ; 
 
 There  would  I  walk  with  hope  and  zeal, 
 
 Till  I  arrive  at  Sion's  hill.] 
 1Z  [Is  he  a  door?  I'll  enter  in  : 
 
 Behold  the  paftures  large  and  green  ; 
 
 A  Paradife  divinely  fair, 
 
 None  but  the  fheep  have  freedom  there.] 
 
98  HYMN     CXLVII.  [Book  I. 
 
 13  [Is  he  deiign'd  the  corner-flone, 
 For  men  to  build  their  heav'n  upon? 
 I'll  make  him  my  foundation  too, 
 Nor  fear  the  plots  of  hell  below.] 
 
 14  [Is  he  a  temple?  I  adore 
 
 Th'  indwelling  majelty  and  pow'r; 
 And  ftill  to  his  moft  holy  place, 
 When'er  I  pray,  I'll  turn  my  face.] 
 
 15  [Is  he  a  ftar?  He  breaks  the  night, 
 Piercing  the  fhades  with  dawning  light; 
 I  know  his  glories  from  afar, 
 
 I  knuw  the  bright,  and  morning-liar.] 
 
 16  [I»  he  a .funr  His  beams  are  grace, 
 His  courfe  is  joy  and  righteouinefs  : 
 Nations  rejoice  when  he  appears 
 
 To  chafe  their  clouds,  and  dry  their  tears. 
 
 1 7  O  let  me  climb  thofe  higher  fkies, 
 Where  ftorms  and  darkncfs  never  rife; 
 There  he  difplays  his  pow'rs  abroad, 
 And  fhiues,  and  reigns  th'  incarnate  God."j 
 
 i3  Nor  earth,  nor  i'eas,  nor  fun,  nor  Mars, 
 Nor  heav'n  his  full  refenibiance  bears; 
 His  beauties  we  can  never  trace, 
 Till  we  behold  him  face  to  face. 
 
 H  Y  M  N     CXLVII.     (L.  M.) 
 
 The  names  and  titles  of  Chrifr.     From  fever al 
 fcriptures. 
 
 1  ['HP  IS  from  the  treafures  of  his  word 
 
 JL     I  borrow  titles  for  my  Lord ; 
 Nor  art  nor  nature  can  fupply 
 Sufficient  forms  of  majefty. 
 
 2  Bright  image  of  the  Father's  face, 
 Shining  with  undiminilVd  rays; 
 Th'  eternal  God's  eternal  Son, 
 The  heir  and  partner  of  his  throne.] 
 
ook  I.]  HYMN     CXLVIII.  99 
 
 The  King  of  kings,  the  Lord  molt  High, 
 
 Writes  his  own  name  upon  his  thigh : 
 
 He  wears  a  garment  dipp'd  in  blood, 
 
 And  breaks  the  nations  wkh  his  rod. 
 
 Where  grace  can  neither  melt  nor  move, 
 
 The  Lamb  refents  his  injur'd  love, 
 
 Awakes  his  wrath  without  delay, 
 
 And  Judah's  Lion  tears  the  prey. 
 
 But  when  for  works  of  peace  he  comes, 
 
 What  winning  titles  he  alTumes  ! 
 
 V  Light  of  the  world,"  and  "  Life  of  men;" 
 
 Nor  bears  thofe  characters  in  vain. 
 
 With  tender  pity  in  his  heart 
 
 He  acts  the  Mediator's  part; 
 
 A  Friend  and  Brother  he  appears, 
 
 And  well  fulfils  the  names  he  wears. 
 
 At  length  the  judge  his  throne  afcends, 
 
 Divides  the  rebels  from  his  friends, 
 
 And  faints  in  full  fruition  prove 
 
 His  rich  variety  of  love. 
 
 HYMN    CXLVIII. 
 
 The  fame  as  the  cxlviiith  Pfalm, 
 
 [TXT IT H  cheerful  Voice  I  ling 
 
 W      The  titles  of  my  Lord, 
 And  borrow  all  the  names 
 Of  honour  from  his  word. 
 
 Nature  and  art 
 
 Can  ne'er  fupply 
 
 Sufficient  forms 
 
 Of  majelty. 
 In  Jefus  we  behold 
 His  Father's  glorious  face, 
 Shining  for  ever  bright 
 With  mild  and  lovely  rays. 
 
ico  HYMN     CXLVIII.  [Book 
 
 Th7  eternal  God's 
 Eternal  Sun 
 Inherits  and 
 Partakes  the  throne.] 
 
 3  The  fovVeign  King  of  kings, 
 The  Lord  of  lords  molt  High, 
 Writes  his  own  name  upon 
 His  garment  and  his  thigh. 
 
 His  name  is  call'd 
 "  The  Word  of  God," 
 He  rules  the  earth 
 With  iron  rod. 
 
 4  Where  promifes  and  grace 
 Can  neither  melt  nor  move, 
 The  angry  Lamb  refents 
 The  inj'ries  of  his  love; 
 
 Awakes  his  wrath 
 
 Without  delay, 
 
 As  lions  roar 
 
 And  tear  the  prey. 
 j      But  when  for  works  of  peace 
 The  great  Redeemer  comes, 
 What  gentle  characters, 
 What  titles  he  affumes  ! 
 
 "  Light  of  the  world, 
 
 "  And  Life  of  men  j" 
 
 Nor  will  he  bear 
 
 Thofe  names  in  vain. 
 )      Immenfe  companion  reigns 
 In  our  Immanuel's  heart, 
 When  he  defcenHs  to  aft 
 A  Mediator's  part. 
 
 He  is  a  Friend, 
 
 And  Brother  too, 
 
 Divinely  kind, 
 
 Divinely  true. 
 
kl.]  HYMN     CXLIX.  101 
 
 At  length  the  Lord  the  judge 
 His  awful  throne  afcends, 
 And  drives  the  rebels  far 
 From  favourites  and  friends  : 
 
 Then  (hall  the  faints 
 
 Completely  prove 
 
 The  heights  and  depths 
 
 Of  all  his  love. 
 
 HYMN     CXLIX.     (L.  M.) 
 The  offices  of  Chrifr.     From  fever al  fcriptures. 
 OIN  all  the  names  of  love  and  pow'r 
 
 'J 
 
 That  ever  men  or  angels  bore, 
 All  are  too  mean  to  fpeak  his  worth, 
 Or  fet  Immanual's  glory  forth. 
 
 2  But  O  what  condefcending  ways 
 
 He  takes  to  teach  his  heav'nly  grace! 
 My  eyes  with  joy  and  wonder  fee 
 What  forms  of  love  he  bears  for  me. 
 
 3  [The  "  Angel  of  the  cov'nant"  flands 
 With  his  commimon  in  his  hands, 
 Sent  from  his  father's  milder  throne, 
 To  make  his  great  falvation  known.] 
 
 4  [Great  Prophet,  let  me  blefs  thy  name; 
 By  thee  the  joyful  tidings  came 
 
 Of  wrath  appeas'd,  of  fins  forgiv'n, 
 Of  hell  fubdju'd,  and  peace  with  heav*n. 
 
 5  [My  bright  Example  and  my  Guide, 
 I  would  be  walking  near  thy  fide; 
 
 O  let  me  never  run  aftray, 
 Nor  follow  the  forbidden  way  ! 
 
 6  I  love  my  Shepherd,  he  fliall  keep 
 My  wandVing  foul  amohgft  his  fheep  ; 
 He  feeds  his  flock,  he  calls  their  names. 
 And  in  his  bofom  bears  the  Iambs.] 
 
 / 
 
ioz  HYMN    CL.  [Book  I. 
 
 7  [My  Surety  undertakes  my  caufe, 
 Anfw'ring  his  Father's  broken  laws; 
 Behold  my  foul  at  freedom  fet, 
 
 My  Surety  paid  the  dreadful  debt.] 
 
 8  [Jefus  my  great  High  Prieft  has  dy'd, 
 I  feek  no  facrirlce  beiide  ; 
 
 His  blood  did  once  for  all  atone, 
 And  now  it  pleads  before  the  throne.] 
 
 9  [My  Advocate  appears  on  high, 
 The  Father  lays  his  thunder  by; 
 Not  all  that  earth  or  hell  can  fay, 
 Shall  turn  my  Father's  heart  away.] 
 
 10  [My  Lord,  my  Conqu'ror,  and  my  King, 
 Thy  fceptre  and  thy  fw   -d  I  ling; 
 Thine  is  the  vicl'iy,  and  I  fit 
 
 A  joyful  fubjefr  at  thy  feet.] 
 
 11  [Afpire,  my  foul,  to  glorious  deeds, 
 The  "  Captain  of  Salvation,"    leads: 
 March  on,  nor  fear  to  win  the  day, 
 Tho'  death  and  hell  obitruft  the  way. 
 
 12  Should  death  and  hell, and  pow*rs  unknown, 
 Put  all  their  forms  hief  on, 
 
 I  ihall  be  fafe ;  for  Chrift  diiplays 
 Salvation  in  more  fov'reign  ways.] 
 
 J 
 
 HYMN     CL. 
 
 The  fame  as  the  cxlviiith  Pfalrn. 
 OIN  all  the  glorious  names 
 
 Of  wifdom,  love,  and  pow'r, 
 That  ever  mortals  knew, 
 That  angels  ever  bore: 
 
 AH  are  too  mean 
 
 To  fpeak  his  worth, 
 
 Too  mean  to  fet 
 
 My  Saviour  forth. 
 
Book  I.]  H  Y  M  N     CL.  103 
 
 7,      But,  O  what  gentle  terms, 
 What  condefcending  ways 
 Doth  our  Redeemer. ufe 
 To  teach  his  heav'nly  grace  ! 
 
 Mine  eyes  with  joy 
 
 And  wonder  fee 
 
 What  forms  of  love 
 
 He  bears  for  me. 
 
 3  [Array'd  in  mortal  flefli, 
 He  like  an  angel  frauds, 
 And  holds  the  promii'es 
 And  pardons  in  his  hands  : 
 
 CommiiTion'd  from 
 His  Father's  throne, 
 To  make  his  grace 
 To  mortals  known.] 
 
 4  [Great  Prophet  of  iny  God, 
 
 My  tongue  would  blefs  thy  name; 
 By  thee  the  joyful  news 
 Of  our  faivation  came  ; 
 
 The  joyful  news 
 
 (.  f  fins  forgiv'n, 
 
 Of  hell  fubdu'd, 
 
 And  peace  with  h.eav?n.] 
 
 5  [Be  thou  my  Counfelior, 
 My  Pattern  and  my  Grade; 
 And  thro'  this  defert  land 
 Still  keep  me  near  thy  fide. 
 
 O  let  my  feet 
 Ne?er  run  aftray 
 Nor  rove,  nor  feek 
 The  crooked  way !] 
 
 6  [I  love  my  Shepherd's  voice, 
 His  watchful  eyes  ihall  keep 
 My  wand'ring  foul  among 
 Ten  thoufands  of  his  iheep  : 
 
!04  HYMN     CL. 
 
 He  feeds  his  flock, 
 He  calls  their  names, 
 His  boi'om  bears 
 The  tender  lambs.] 
 7       TTo  this  dear  Surety's  hand 
 Will  I  commit  my  caufe  ;    . 
 He  anfwers  and  fulfils 
 His  Father's  broken  laws. 
 Behold  my  foul 
 At  freedom  let ; 
 Mv  Surety  paid 
 The  dreadful  debt.] 
 [J  efus  my  sreat  High  Pried, 
 Offer' d  his  blood  and  dy'd ; 
 My  guilty  conference  feeks 
 No  facrince  befide. 
 His  pow'rful  blood 
 Did  once  atone  ; 
 And  now  it  pleads 
 ire  the  throne.] 
 n       [My  advocate  appears 
 For  my  defence  on  nigh  ; 
 
 ;  Father  bows  his  ears, 
 And  lays  his  thunder  by. 
 Not  all  that  hell 
 Or  fin  cab/ayV 
 Shall  turn  his  heart, 
 His  love  away.] 
 10       [My  dear  almighty  Lord, 
 
 My  Conqu'ror  and  my  King 
 Thy  fceptre,  and  thy  fword, 
 Thv  reigning  grace  I  fing. 
 Thine  is  the  pow'r; 
 Behold  I  fit 
 in  willing  bonds 
 Beneath  thy  feet.] 
 
Bookl]  'rjiVM^    CL. 
 
 3I       f-Now  let  my  foul  arife, 
 
 And  tread  the  tempter  aown  : 
 My  Captain  leads  me  forth 
 To  conqueft  and  a  crown. 
 A  feeble  faint 
 Shall  win  the  day, 
 Tho'  death  an.4  fa^il 
 Oblfcruft  theVa^  \ 
 
 ^^      Should  all  the  hofts  of  death, 
 and  pow'rs  of  hell  unknown, 
 Put  their  moft  dreadful  forms 
 Of  rage  and  mifchief  on, 
 I  fli al  1  be  fafe; 
 For  Chrift  difplays 
 Superior  pow'r 
 And  guardian  grace. 
 
 10 
 
 the  END  of  the  FIRST  BOOK, 
 
<!_j»r~~.  (Z*gv*  J79: 
 
 H      Y     M      N:     S. 
 
 O  _0     K       II 
 
 EJECTS 
 
 ^  COMPOSED  ON  DIVINt  SUET 
 
 HYMN     I.     (L.  M.) 
 A  Jong  in  praije  to  God  from  Great- Britain. 
 
 NATURE  with  all  her  pow'rs  (hall  ling 
 God  the  Creator  and  the  King: 
 Nor  air,  nor  earth,  nor  ikies,  nor  leas, 
 .  the  tribute  of  their  praife. 
 
 l  [Begin  to  make  his  glories  known, 
 Ye  feraphs,  that  fit  near  his  throne ; 
 Tune  your  harps  high,  and  fpread  the  found 
 To  the  creation's  utmofl  bound.] 
 
 ;  [All  mortal  things  of  meaner  frame, 
 Exert  your  force,  and  own  his  name; 
 Whilft  with  our  fouls,  and  with  our  voice, 
 We  fing  his  honours  and  our  jo- 
 
 j.  rTo  him  be  facred  all  we  have, 
 From  the  young  cradle  to  the  grave: 
 Our  lips  lhall  his  loud  wonders  tell, 
 And  ev'ry  word  a  miracle.] 
 
 5  [This  northern  ifie,  our  native  land, 
 Lies  fafe  in  the  Almighty's  hand  : 
 Our  foes  of  vicVry  dream  in  vain, 
 And  own  the  captivating  chain. 
 
 5  He  builds  and  guards  the  Bntifh  throne, 
 And  makes  it  gracious,  like  his  own: 
 Makes  our  fucceffiye  princes  kind, 
 And  gives  our  dangers  to  the  wind.; 
 
Book  II.]  HYMN     II.  107 
 
 7  Pvaife  monumental  praifes  high 
 
 To  him  that  thunders  thro'  the  iky, 
 And  with  an  awful  nod  or  frown 
 Shakes  an  afpiring  tyrant  down. 
 
 8  [Pillars  of  lairing  brafs  proclaim 
 The  triumphs  of  th'  eternal  name; 
 While  trembling  nations  read  from  far 
 The  honours  of  the  God  of  war. 
 
 9  Thus  let  our  flaming  zeal  employ 
 
 Our  loftieir.  thoughts  and  loudeft  fongs  ; 
 Britain  pronounce  with  warmed  joy, 
 Hofanna  from  ten  thoufand  tongues. 
 -3  [Yet,   mighty  God,  our  feeble  frame 
 Attempts  in  vain  to  reach  thy  name  : 
 The  ftrongeft  notes  that  angels  raiie, 
 -  Faint  in  the  worihip  and  the  praife.  • 
 
 HYMN     II.     (CM.) 
 
 The  death  of  a  firmer. 
 
 1    ft  /i*Y  thoughts  on  awful  fubje<Ss  roll',. 
 LVjL     Damnation  and  the  dead  ; 
 What  horrors  feize  the  guilty  foul 
 Upon  a  dying  bed  ! 
 1  Ling'ring  about  thefe  mortal  fhofes. 
 
 She  makes  a  long  delay; 
 '    Till  like  a  flood  with  rapid  force 
 Death  fweeps  the  wnetch  away. 
 
 3  Then  fwift  and  dreadful  lhe  defcends 
 
 Down  to  the  fi'ry  coaft, 
 
 jngft  abominable  fiends; 
 Herfelf  a  frighted  ghoit. 
 
 4  There  endlefs  crowds  of  tinners  lie, 
 
 And  oarknefs  makes  their  chains; 
 ■  ur'd  with  keen  defpair  they  cry, 
 Yet  wait  for  fiercer  pains. 
 
Io8  HYMN     III.  [Bookl- 
 
 .Not  all  tlicirangmm  and  theft  blood 
 
 *      for  their  old  guilt  atones, 
 Nor  the  companion  of  a  God 
 
 Shall  hearken  to  their  grows. 
 6  Amazing  grace    that  kept  my  breath, 
 
 Nor  bid  my  foul  remove, 
 Till  rhad  learn'd  my  Saviour's  death, 
 And  well  infur'd  his  love  ! 
 
 HYMN    III.     (CM.) 
 The  death  arJ  burial  of  a  faint. 
 ,  \T7HY  do  we  mourn  departing  friends 
 W      Or  make  at  death's  alarms  ? 
 >Tis  but  the  voice  that  Jefus  fends 
 To  call  them  to  his  arms. 
 
 -  Are  we  not  tending  upward  too 
 
 As  faft  as  time  can  move? 
 Nor  mould  we  wiih  the  hours  more  How, 
 To  keep  us  from  cur  love. 
 
 -  Why  mould  we  tremble  to  convey 
 *       Their  bodies  to  the  tomb? 
 
 There  the  dear  fleih  of  Jefus  lay, 
 And  left  a  long  perfume: 
 ,  The  graves  of  all  his  faints  he  blels  d, 
 ^Andfoft'nedev'rybed: 
 
 Where  ihould  the  dymg  members  reA, 
 But  with  their  dying  head? 
 e  Thence  he  arofe,  afcendmg  high, 
 h       And  ihew'd  our  feet  the  way: 
 Up  to  the  Lord  our  flerti  mall  fly, 
 At  the  ^reat  nfmg-day. 
 *  Then  let  the  laft  loud  trumpet  found, 
 And  bid  our  kindred  rife:         _ 
 Awake,  ve  nations  under  ground, 
 Ye  faints,  afcead  the  Ikies. 
 
Book  II.]  HYMN    IV.    V.  109 
 
 HYMN    IV.    (L.  M.) 
 Salvation  in  the  crofs. 
 
 J  TjERE  at  thy  crofs,  rev     zing  God, 
 li  I  lay  my  foul  beneath  the  love, 
 Beneath  the  droppings  of  thy  blood, 
 Jefus  !  nor  mall  it  e'er  remove. 
 
 2  Not  all  that  tyrants  think  or  fay, 
 With  rage  and  lightning  in  their  eyes. 
 Nor  hell  mall  fright  my  heart  away, 
 Should  hell  with  all  its  legions  rife. 
 
 3  Should  worlds  confpire  to  drive  me  thence, 
 Movelefs  and  firm  this  heart  mould  lie: 
 Refolv'd  (for  that's  my  laft  defence) 
 
 If  I  muft  perim,  there  to  die. 
 
 4  But  fpeak,  my  Lord,  and  calm  my  fear; 
 Am  I  not  fafe  beneath  thy  made ! 
 
 Thy  veng'ance  will  not  ftrike  me  here, 
 Nor  Satan  dares  my  foul  invade. 
 
 5  Yes,  I'm  fecure  beneath  thy  blood, 
 And  all  my  foes  mall  lofe  their  aim : 
 Hofanna  to  my  dying  God  ; 
 
 And  my  beft  honours  to  his  name.  + 
 
 HYMN    V.    (L.M.) 
 Longing  to  praijs  Chrift  better. 
 IT   ORD,  when  my  thoughts  with  wonder 
 Li        roll 
 
 O'er  the  fharp  forrows  of  thy  foul, 
 And  read  my  Maker's  broken  laws, 
 Repair'd  and  honoured  by  thy  crofs ; 
 Z  When  I  behold  death,  hell,  and  fin, 
 Vanquilh'd  by  that  dear  blood  of  thine 5 
 And  fee  the  man  that  groaird  and  dy'd3 
 Sit  glorious  by  his  Father's  fide ; 
 D  z 
 
lio  HYMN    VI.  [Book  II. 
 
 3  My  paflions  rife  and  foar  above, 
 
 I'm  wing'd  with  faith,  and  fir'd  with  love; 
 
 Fain  would  I  reach  eternal  things. 
 
 And  learn  the  notes  that  Gabriel  fings.     . 
 
 4  But  my  heart  fails,  my  tongue  complains, 
 For  want  of  their  immortal  drains  ; 
 
 And  in  fuch  humble  notes  as  thcfe 
 Muft  fall  below  thy  victories. 
 
 5  Well,  the  kind  minute  muft  appear 
 When  w£  lhall  leave  thefe  bodies  here, 
 Thele  clogs  of  clay;  and  mount  on  high, 
 To  join  the  fongs  above  the  iky. 
 
 HYMN    VI.     (CM.) 
 A  morning  Jong. 
 
 1  rvNCE  more,  my  foul,  the  riling 
 K_J     Salutes  thy  waking  eyes  ; 
 Once  more,  my  voice,  thy  tribute  pay 
 
 To  him  that  rules  the  ikies. 
 
 2  Night  unto  night  his  name  repeats, 
 
 The  day  renews  the  found, 
 Wide  as  the  heav'n  on  which  he  fits 
 To  turn  the  feafons  round. 
 ",  'Tis  he  fup ports  my  mortal  frame; 
 My  tongue  mall  fpeak  his  praiie  : 
 My  fins  would  ronfe  his  wrath  to  flame, 
 And  yet  his  wrath  dclr. 
 >n  a  poor  worm  thy  pow'r  might  tread, 
 And  I  could  ne'er  wkriGand; 
 Thy  juftice  might  have  cruih'd  me  de 
 But  mercy  held  thine  hand. 
 5  A  thoufand  wretched  fouls  are  fled 
 Since  the  lad  fetting  fua, 
 \  yet  thou  lengtfa'nefl  out 
 ray  momc 
 
Book  II.]        HYMN    VIL     VIIL  m 
 
 6  Dear  God,  let  all  ray  hours  be  thine, 
 Whiift  I  enjoy  the  light; 
 Then  mail  my  fun  in  fmiles  decline, 
 And  bring  a  pleafant  night. 
 
 HYMN    VII.     (CM.) 
 An  evening  Jong, 
 
 I.  [y\READ  Sov'reign,  let  my  ev'ning  fong 
 JL/     Like  hely  incenfe  rile  ; 
 
 Afiift  the  offerings  of  my  tongue 
 
 To  reach  the  lofty  fkies. 
 X  Thro'  all  the  dangers  of  the  day 
 
 Thy  hand  was  ftill  my  guard, 
 And  ftill  to  drive  my  wants  away 
 
 Thy  mercy  flood  prepar'd.] 
 
 3  Perpetual  bleflings  from  above 
 
 Encompafs  me  around, 
 But  O  how  few  returns  of  love 
 Hath  my  Creator  found? 
 
 4  What  have  I  done  for  him  that  dyM 
 
 To  fave  my  wretched  foul  ? 
 How  are  my  follies  multiply'd. 
 Fall  as  my  minutes  roll ! 
 
 5  Lord,  with  this  guilty  heart  of  mine9  «* 
 
 To  thy  dear  crofs  I  flee, 
 And  to  thy  grace  my  foul  refign, 
 To  be  renew'd  by  thee. 
 
 6  Sprinkled  afrefh  with  pard'ning  bloody 
 
 I  lay  me  down  to  reft, 
 As  in  th'  embraces  of  my  God, 
 Or  on  my  Saviour's  breaft. 
 
 HYMN    VIII.     (C.  M.) 
 
 An  hymn  for  morning  cr  evening 
 
 H 
 
 To  God's  upholding  hand  ; 
 fen  thoufand  fnares  attend  us  round. 
 And  yet  fecure  we  ftand. 
 
112  HYMN    IX.  [Book  II. 
 
 i  That  was  a  moft  amazing  pow'r 
 That  raisVi  us  with  a  word, 
 And  ev'ry  day,  and  ev'ry  hour, 
 We  lean  upon  the  Lord. 
 
 3  The  ev'ning  refts  our  weary  head, 
 
 And  angels  guard  the  room; 
 
 We  wake,  and  we  admire  the  bed 
 
 That  was  not  made  our  tomb. 
 
 4  The  riling  morning  can't  allure 
 
 That  we  mall  end  the  day; 
 For  death  (lands  ready  at  the  door 
 To  take  our  lives  away. 
 
 5  Our  breath  is  forfeited  by  fin 
 
 To  God's  avenging  law  ; 
 We  own  thy  grace,  immortal  King, 
 In  ev'ry  gafp  we  draw. 
 
 6  God  is  our  fun,  whofe  daily  light 
 
 Our  joy  and  fafety  brings; 
 Out  feeble  flefh  lies  fafe  at  night 
 Beneatn  his  lhady  wings. 
 
 HYMN    IX.    (CM.) 
 Godly  forrow  anjingfrom  the  juffsrings  of  ChiiCu 
 
 j     ALAS!  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed! 
 -tV     And  did  my  Sov'rcign  die; 
 Woti'd  he  devote  that  facred  head 
 For  fuch  a  worm  as  Ir 
 
 2  [Thy  body  flain,  fweet Jefus,  thine. 
 
 And  bath'  '  in  ks  own  blood. 
 
 While  all  exposM  to  wrath  divine 
 
 The  glorious  fufPrer  flood  !] 
 
 3  Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  had  done, 
 
 He  groan'd  upon  the  tree? 
 Amazing  pity  !  Giace  unknown! 
 And  love  beyond  degree] 
 
Book  II.]  HYMN    X.  IT3 
 
 4  Well  might  the  fun  in  darknefs  hide, 
 
 And  tout  his  glories  in, 
 When  God  the  mighty  Maker  dy'd 
 For  man  the  creature's  fin. 
 
 5  Thus  might  I  hide  my  blufhing  face, 
 
 While  his  dear  crofs  appears, 
 Diffolve  my  heart  in  thankfulnefs, 
 And  melt  my  eyes  to  tears. 
 
 6  But  drops  of  grief  can  ne'er  repay 
 
 The  debt  of  love  I  owe : 
 Here,  Lord,  I  give  myfelf  away; 
 >Tis  all  that  I  can  do. 
 
 HYMN    X.     (CM.) 
 
 Parting  with  carnal  joys. 
 
 3M 
 
 And  bids  the  world  farewel.; 
 Bafe  as  the  dirt  beneath  my  feet, 
 And  mifchievous  as  hell. 
 %  No  longer  will  I  afk  your  love, 
 Nor  feek  your  friendihip  more; 
 The  happinefs  that  I  approve 
 Is  not  within  your  powY. 
 
 3  There's  nothing  round  the  fpacious  earth 
 
 That  fuits  my  large  defire  ; 
 To  boundlefs  joy  and  folid  mirth 
 My  nobler  thoughts  afpire. 
 
 4  [Where  pleafure  rolls  its  living  flood, 
 
 From  fin  and  drofs  refin'd, 
 Still  Springing  from  the  throne  of  God, 
 And  fit  to  cheer  the  mind. 
 
 5  ThJ  almighty  Ruler  of  the  fphere, 
 
 The  Glorious  and  the  Great, 
 Brings  his  own  all-fufiicience  there, 
 To  make  our  blifs  complete.] 
 
ii4  HYMN  XI.  XII.  [Book  II. 
 
 6  Ka'd  I  the  pinions  of  a  dove, 
 I'd  climb  the  heav'nly  road  ; 
 There  fits  my  Saviour  drefs'd  in  love, 
 And  there  my  fmiling  God. 
 
 HYMN     XI.     (L.  M.) 
 
 The  fame. 
 
 I   T   Send  the  joys  of  earth  away; 
 -*•  Away  ye  tempters  of  the  mind, 
 Falfe  as  the  fmooth  deceitful  fea 
 And  empty  as  the  whittling  wind. 
 
 1  Your  frreams  were  floating  me  along 
 Down  to  the  gulph  of  black  defpair; 
 And  whilft  I  liften'd  to  your  fong, 
 Your  ftreams  had  e'en  couvey'd  me  there. 
 
 3  Lord,  I  adore  thy  matchlefs  grace, 
 That  warn'd  me  of  that  dark  abyfs; 
 That  drew  me  from  thofe  treach'rous  feas, 
 And  bid  me  feek  fu^erior  blifs. 
 
 4  Now  to  the  mining  realms  above 
 
 I  ftretch  my  hands,  and  glance  my  eyes; 
 O  for  the  pinions  of  a  dove, 
 To  bear  me  to  the  upper  ikies ! 
 
 5  There  from  the  bofom  of  my  God 
 Oceans  of  endlefs  pleafures  roll; 
 There  would  I  fix  my  laft  abode, 
 And  drown  the  forrows  of  my  foul. 
 
 HYMN    XII.     (CM.) 
 Chrift  is  thtfubftance  of  the  Levitical  priefthooa. 
 
 i   r  I  "*  H  E  'true  Mefiiah  now  appears, 
 J-       The  types  are  all  withdrawn; 
 So  fly  the  fhadows  and  the  ftars 
 Before  the  riling  dawn, 
 i  No  finoaking  fweets,  nor  bleeding  Iambs, 
 Nor  kid,  nor  bullock  flain, 
 Tncenfc  and  fpice  of  coftly  names. 
 Would  all  be  burnt  in  vain. 
 
Book  II.]  HYMN    XIIL  115 
 
 3  Aaron  mufl  lay  his  robes  away, 
 
 His  mitre  and  his  veft, 
 When  God  himfelf  comes  dowa  to  be 
 The  ofFring  and  the  prieft. 
 
 4  He  took  our  mortal  flefh  to  mow 
 
 The  wonders  of  his  love; 
 For  us  he  paid  his  life  below, 
 And  prays  for  us  above. 
 
 5  "  Father,  (he  cries)  forgive  their  fins, 
 
 "  For  I  myfelf  have  d^y'd  ;" 
 And  then  he  lhews  his  open'd  veins, 
 And  pleads  his  wounded  fide. 
 
 HYMN    XIIL     (L.  M.) 
 
 The  creation,  prefervation,  dijfolution,  and 
 rejioration  of  this  world. 
 
 1  O I N  G  to  the  Lord  that  built  the  Ikies, 
 
 i3  The  Lord  that  rear'd  this  irately  frame; 
 Let  all  the  nations  found  his  praife, 
 And  lands  unknown  repeat  his  name. 
 
 2  He  form'd  the  feas,  and  form'd  the  hills, 
 Made  ev'ry  drop,  and  ev'ry  duft, 
 Nature  and  time  with  all  their  wheels, 
 And  pufh'd  them  into  motion  nrft. 
 
 3  Now,  from  his  high  imperial  throne 
 He  looks  far  down  upon  the  fpheres; 
 He  bids  the  mining  orbs  roll  on, 
 And  round  he  turns  the  hafty  yeais. 
 
 4  Thus  mall  this  moving  engine  laft, 
 Till  all  his  faints  are  gathered  in  : 
 Then  for  the  trumpet's  dreadful  blaft, 
 To  make  it  all  to  duft  again ! 
 
 5  Yet,  when  the  found  mall  tear  the  ikies, 
 And  lightning  burn  the  globe  below, 
 Saints,  you  may  life  your  joyful  e,yes, 
 There's  a  new  heav*n  and  earth  for  vo  ;, 
 
 D  - 
 
3i6  H  Y  M  N  XIV.  XV,        [Book  II, 
 
 HYMN    XIV.     (S.  M.) 
 The  Lord\r  <toy :  or,  delight  in  ordinances. 
 
 I       TITELCOME  fweet  day  of  reft, 
 VV       That  faw  the  Lord  arife  ; 
 Welcome  to  this  revising-  breaft, 
 And  thefe  rejoicing  eyes  ! 
 
 1  The  King  himfelf  comes  near, 
 And  feafts  his  faints  to-day  ; 
 
 Here  we  may  fit,  and  fee  him  here, 
 And  love,  and  praife,  and  pray. 
 
 3  One  day  amidft  the  place 
 Where  my  dear  God  hath  been, 
 
 Is  fweeter  than  ten  thoufand  d 
 Of  pleafurable  fin, 
 
 4  My  willing  foul  would  flay 
 In  fuch  a  frame  as  this,  ' 
 
 And  fit  and  fmg  herfelf  away 
 To  everlafting  blifs. 
 
 HYMN     XV.     (L.M.J 
 
 The  enjoyment  of  Chiift:  or,  delight  in  wt 
 
 3  T7  A  R    from  my  thoughts  vain  world  be 
 L  gone, 
 
 Let  my  religious  hours  alone  ; 
 
 in  would  my  eyes  my  Saviour  fee; 
 I  wait- a  vifit,  Lord,  from  thee. 
 
 2  My  heart  grows  warm  with  holy  fire, 
 And  kindles  with  a  pure  deiire  : 
 
 me',  my  dear  Jems,  from  above, 
 Ani\  feed  my  foul  with  heav'nly  love.    I 
 
 5  [The  trees  of  life  immortal  (land 
 In  fragrant  rows  at  thy  right-band, 
 And  m  fwect  murmurs  bi  their  lidc 
 Rivers  of  blifs  perpetual  glide. 
 
Book  II.]  HYMN    XVI.  11/ 
 
 4  Halle  then,  but  with  a  fmiling  face, 
 And  fpread  the'  table  of  thy  grace  : 
 Bring  down  a  tafte  of  truth  divine 
 And  cheer  my  heart  with  facred  wine.] 
 
 5  Blefs'd  Jefus,  what  delicious  fare  ! 
 How  fweet  thy  entertainments  are  ! 
 Never  did  angels  tafte  above 
 Redeeming  grace,  and  dying  love. 
 
 6  Hail,  great  Immanuel,  all  divine.! 
 In  thee  thy  Father's  glories  mine; 
 Thou  brighteft,  fweeteft.  faireft  one, 
 That  eyes  have  feen,  or  angels  known- 
 
 HYMN    XVI. ,   (L,  M.) 
 
 Part  the  fecond. 
 
 7  T    ORD,  what  a  heav'n  of  faving  grace 
 JLi   Shines  thro'  the  beauties  of  thy  face, 
 And  lights  our  pafiions  to  a  flame ! 
 Lord,  how  we  love  thy  charming  name! 
 
 8  When  I  cau  fay,  my  God  is  mine, 
 When  I  can  feel  thy  glories  lhine, 
 I  tread  the  world  beneath  my  feet, 
 And  all  that  earth  calls  good  or  gFeat. 
 
 <j  While  fuch  a  fcene  of  facred  joys 
 Our  raptur'd  eyes  and  fouls  employs, 
 Here  we  could  fit,  and  gaze  away 
 A  long,  an  everlafting  day. 
 
 10  Well,  we  (hall  quickly  pafs  the  night, 
 To  the  fair  coafts  of  perfect  light: 
 Then  mall  our  joyful  fenles  rove 
 O'er  the  dear  objecl  of  our  love. 
 
 1 1  [There  lhali  we  drink  full  draughts  of  blifs, 
 And  pluck  new  life  from  heav'nly  trees  ! 
 Yet  now  and  then,  dear  Lord,  beftow 
 
 A  drop  of  heav'n  on  worms  below. 
 
2i8-       H  Y  M  N  XVII.  XVIII.         [Book  IL 
 
 12  Send  comforts  down  from  thy  right-hand, 
 While  we  pafs  thro'  this  barren  land, 
 And  in  thy  temple  let  us  fee 
 A  giimpfe  of  love,  a  glimpfe  of  thee.] 
 
 HYMN    XVII.     (CM.) 
 God's  eternity. 
 i   "D  I S  E,    rife,    my  foul,    and  leave  the 
 AV  ground ; 
 
 Stretch  all  thy  thoughts  abroad, 
 And  roufe  up  ev'ry  tuneful  found 
 To  praife  th'  eternal  God. 
 z  Long  ere  the  lofty  fkies  were  fpread, 
 Jehovah  fill'd  his  throne, 
 Or  Adam  form'd,  or  angels  made, 
 The  Maker  liv'd  alone. 
 
 3  His  boundlefs  years  can  ne'er  decrcafe, 
 
 But  ftill  maintain  their  prime; 
 Eternity's  his  dwelling  place, 
 And  eixr  is  his  time. 
 
 4  While  like  a  tide  our  minutes  flow, 
 
 The  prei'ent  and  the  paft, 
 He  fills  his  own  immortal  now, 
 And  fees  our  ages  waftc. 
 
 5  The  fea  and  iky  mull  perilh  too, 
 
 And  vaft  deftruclion  come! 
 The  creatures— look  !  how  old  they  gfOW. 
 And  wait  their  fi'ry  doom. 
 
 6  Well,  let  the  fea  ihrink  all  away. 
 
 And  flame  melt  down  the  ikies  ; 
 My  God  ihall  live  an  endlefs  day, 
 When  th*  old  creation  dies. 
 
 HYMN    XVIII.    (L.  M.) 
 
 The  miniflry  of  angels. 
 i  TJT  IG  H  on  a  hill  of  d.izziin?  light, 
 Xi  The  King  of  glory  fpreads  his  feat, 
 \n$  troops  of  angels  ftrctch'd  for  flight, 
 and  waiting  round  his  awf',:l  fee?-. 
 
Book  II.]  HYMN    XIX.  119 
 
 2  "  Go,  (faith  the  Lord)  *  my  Gabriel,  go, 
 "  Salute  the  virgin's  fruitful  womb  ; 
 
 "  Make  hafte,  f  ye  cherubs,  down  below, 
 "  Sing  and  proclaim  the  Saviour  come." 
 
 3  Here  a  bright  fquadron  %  leaves  the  fkies, 
 And  thick  around  Elifha  ftands; 
 
 Anon  a  heav'nly  foldier  flies, 
 
 And  breaks  the  chains  from  Peter's  ||  hands, 
 
 4  Thy  winged  troops,  O  God  of  hofts, 
 Wait  on  thy  wand'ring  church  below; 
 Here  we  are  failing  to  thy  coafts, 
 
 Let  angels  be  our  convoy  too.. 
 %  Are  they  not  all  thy  fervants,  $  Lord  ? 
 At  thy  command  they  go  and  come; 
 With  cheerful  hafte  obey  thy  word, 
 And  guard  thy  children  to  their  home. 
 
 HYMN    XIX.     (CM.) 
 Oar  frail  bodies,  and  God  our  preferver* 
 
 I  x    ET  others  boaft  how  flrong  they  bei 
 I  j     Nor  death  nor  danger  fear; 
 But  we'll  confefs,  O  Lord,  to  thee, 
 What  feeble  things  we  are. 
 1  Frelh  as  the  grafs  our  bodies  ftand, 
 And  flourifh  bright  and  gay ; 
 A  Marling  wind  fweeps  o'er  the  land, 
 And  fades  the  grafs  away. 
 
 3  Our  life  contains  a  thoufand  fprings, 
 
 And  dies  if  one  be  gone: 
 Strange  !  that  a  harp  of  thoufand  firings 
 Should  keep  in  tune  fo  long. 
 
 4  But  'tis  our  God  fupports  our  frame, 
 
 The  God  that  built  us  nrft ; 
 Salvation  to  th'  almighty  name, 
 That  rear'd  us  from  the  duii, 
 
 *  Luke  i.  z6.    f  Luke  ii.  13.  ^2  Kings  vi.  17, 
 
 i|  Ads  xir.  7.    §  Heb.  i.  14. 
 
 D  4 
 
no  HYMN    XX.  [Book  II. 
 
 5  [He    fpoke,    and    ftraight  our  hearts  and 
 
 brains 
 "  In  all  their  motions  rofe; 
 "  Let  blood  (faid  he)  flow  round  the  veins  ;" 
 And  round  the  veins  it  flows. 
 
 6  While  we  have  breath,    or  ufe  our  tongues, 
 
 Our  Maker  we'll  adore; 
 His  Spirit  moves  our  heaving  lungs, 
 Or  they  would  breathe  no  more.] 
 
 HYMN    XX.     (C.  M.) 
 
 Backjlidings  and  returns :  or,  the  inconftancy  of 
 
 our  love. 
 
 1  TI7HY  is  my  heart  fo  far  from  thee, 
 
 VV       My  God,  my  chief  delight? 
 Why  are  my  thoughts  no  more  by  day 
 With  thee,   no  more  by  night? 
 
 2  [Why  mould  my  foolifh  paflions  rove? 
 
 Where  can  fuch  fweetnefs  be 
 As  I  have  tafted  in  thy  love, 
 As  I  have  found  in  thee?] 
 
 3  When  my  forgetful  foul  renews 
 
 The  favour  of  thy  grace, 
 My  heart  prefumes  I  cannot  lofe 
 The  relilh  all  my  days. 
 
 4  But  ere  one  fleeting  hour  is  pafs'd, 
 
 The  flatt'ring  world  employs 
 Some  fenfual  bait  to  feize  my  tafte, 
 And  to  pollute  my  joys. 
 
 5  [Trifles  of  nature,  or  of  art, 
 
 With  fair  deceitful  charms, 
 Intrude  into  my  thoughtlefs  heart, 
 And  thruft  me  from  thy  arms.] 
 
 6  Then  I  repent,  and  vex  my  foul 
 
 That  I  mould  leave  thee  fo  : 
 Where  will  thofe  wild  affections  roll, 
 That  let  a  Saviour  go  ? 
 
Book  II.]  HYMN    XXI.  ill 
 
 7  [Sin's  promis'd  joys  are  turn'd  to  pain, 
 
 And  I  am  drown'd  in  grief; 
 But  my  dear  Lord  returns  again, 
 He  flies  to  my  relief; 
 
 8  Seizing  my  foul  with  fweet  furprife ; 
 
 He  draws  with  loving  bands; 
 Divine  companion  in  his  eyes, 
 And  pardon  in  his  hands.] 
 
 9  [Wretch  that  I  am,  to  wander  thus 
 
 In  chafe  of  falfe  delight? 
 Let  me  be  faften'd  to  thy  crofs, 
 
 Rather  than  lofe  thy  fight. 
 jo  Make  hafte,  my  days,  to  reach  the  goal, 
 
 And  bring  my  heart  to  reft 
 On  the  dear  centre  of  my  foul, 
 
 My  God,  my  Saviour's  breaft.] 
 
 'L 
 
 HYMN    XXI.    (L.  M.) 
 
 d  fong  of  praife  to  God  the  Redeemer. 
 ET  the  old  heathens  tune  their  fong 
 
 Of  great  Diana  and  of  Jove; 
 But  the  fweet  theme  that  moves  my  tongue, 
 Is  my  Redeemer  and  his  love. 
 Behold  a  God  defcends  and  dies, 
 To  fave  my  foul  from  gaping  hell ! 
 How  the  black  gulph  where  Satan  lies, 
 Yawn'd  to  receive  me  when  I  fell ! 
 How  juftice  frown'd  and  veng'ance  flood, 
 To  drive  me  down  to  endlefs  pain! 
 But  the  great  Son  propos'd  his  blood, 
 And  heav'nly  wrath  grew  mild  again. 
 Infinite  Lover!  gracious  Lord  ! 
 To  thee  be  endlefs  honours  giv'nj 
 Thy  wondrous  name  mail  be  adorM, 
 Round  the  wide  earth,  and  wider  heav'n* 
 
izz        HYMN  XXII.  XXIII.        [Book  II. 
 
 HYMN    XXII.     (L.  M.) 
 
 ■With  God  is  terrible  majefty. 
 
 1  npERRIBLE  God,  that  reigifft  on  high, 
 
 JL     How  awful  is  thy  thund'ring  hand  ! 
 Thy  fi'ry  bolts,  how  fierce  they  fly! 
 Nor  can  all  earth  or  hell  withftand. 
 
 2  This  the  old  rebel-angel  knew, 
 And  Satan  fell  beneath  thy  frown: 
 Thine  arrows  ftruck  the  traitor  thro'. 
 And  Weighty  veng'ance  funk  him  down, 
 
 3  This  Sodom  felt,  and  feels  it  frill, 
 And  roars  beneath  th'  eternal  load  ; 
 
 "  With  endlefs  burnings  who  can  dwell, 
 
 "  Or  bear  the  fury  of  a  God  ! 
 q.  Tremble,  ye  finners,  and  fubmit, 
 
 Throw  down  your  arms  before  his  throne  ; 
 
 Bend  your  heads  low  beneath  his  feet, 
 
 Or  his  firong  hand  ihall  -craft)  you  down. 
 5  And  ye,  blelVd  faints,  that  love  him  too, 
 
 With  rev'rence  bow  before  his  name; 
 
 Thus  all  his  heav  nly  fervants  do: 
 
 God  is  a  bright  and  burning  flame. 
 
 HYMN    XXIII.     (L.  M.) 
 Ttie  fight  of  God  and  Chrift  in  heaven. 
 
 i   TxESCEND  from  heav'n,  immortal  Dove, 
 _LJ   Stoop  down  and  take  ns  on  thy  wings, 
 And  mount  and  bear  us  far  above 
 The  reach  of  thefe  inferior  things  : 
 
 i  Beyond,   beyond  this  lower  iky, 
 where  eternal  ages  roll, 
 Where  i o lid  pleafures  never  die, 
 And  fruits  immortal  feaft  the  foul. 
 ( )  for  a  light,  a  pleating  fight, 
 Of  our  almighty  Father's  throne ! 
 There  fits  our  Saviour  crown'd  yvith  light, 
 Cloth'd  in  a  body  like  our  own, 
 
Book  II.]  HYMN    XXIV.  123 
 
 4  Adoring  faints  around  him  ftand, 
 
 And  thrones  and  pow'rs  before  him  fall; 
 The  God  mines  gracious  thro'  the  man, 
 And  fheds  fweet  glories  on  them  all  1 
 
 5  O  what  amazing  joys  they  feel, 
 While  to  their  golden  harps  they  fing, 
 And  fit  on  ev'ry  heav'nly  hill, 
 
 And  fpread  the  triumphs  of  their  king ! 
 
 6  When  in  all  the  day,  dear  Lord,  appear, 
 That  I  thall  mount  to  dwell  above, 
 And  ftand  and  bow  amongft  'em  there, 
 And  view  thy  face,  and  fing  and  love  ? 
 
 HYMN    XXIV.     (L,  M.) 
 
 The  evil  of  fin  vifible  in  the  fall  of  angels  am 
 men. 
 
 1  T^7HEN    thQ  great  builder  arch'd  the 
 
 And  form'd  all  nature  with  a  word, 
 The  joyful  cherubs  tun'd  his  praife, 
 And  ev'ry  bending  throne  ador'd. 
 
 2  High  in  the  rnidft  of  all  the  throng, 
 Satan,  a  tall  arch-angel,  fate, 
 x^mongft  the  morning  ftars  *.he  fung, 
 Till  tin  defiroy'd  his  heav'nly  flaie.- 
 
 3  ['Twas  fin  that  hurld  him  from  his  throne, 
 Grov'ling  in  fire  the  rebel  lies: 
 
 "  How  art  thou  funk  in  darknefs  down, 
 "  Son  of  the  morning,  f  from  the  ikies  1"] 
 
 4  And  thus  our  two  firft  parents  flood, 
 Till  fin  defil'd  the  happy  place; 
 They  loft  their  garden  and  their  God, 
 And  ruin'd  all  their  unborn  race. 
 
 *  Job  xxxviii.  7.        f  Ifaiah  xiv.  iz* 
 
124  HYMN    XXV.  [Book  II. 
 
 5  [So  fprung  the  plague  from  Adam's  bow'r 
 And  fpread  deftruction  all  abroad  ; 
 
 Sin,  the  curs'd  name,  that  in  one  hour 
 Spoil'd  fix  days  labour  of  a  God.] 
 
 6  Tremble,  my  foul,  and  mourn  for  grief, 
 That  fuch  a  foe  fhould  feize  thy  breaft; 
 Fly  to  thy  Lord  for  quick  relief? 
 
 O  !  may  he  flay  this  treach'rous  gueft. 
 
 7  Then  to  thy  throne,  victorious  King, 
 Then  to  thy  throne  our  lhouts  fhall  rife, 
 Thine  everlafting  arms  we  fing, 
 
 for  fin,  the  monfter,  bleeds  and  dies, 
 
 HYMN    XXV.     (CM.) 
 
 Complaining  of  fpiritual  jlolh. 
 
 i  ]i  /f  Y  drowfy  pow'rs,  why  fleep  ye  fo  ? 
 lVl     Awake,  my  fluggifh  foul! 
 Nothing  has  half  thy  work  to  do, 
 Yet  nothing's  half  fo  dull. 
 £  The  little  ants  for  one  poor  grain 
 Labour,  and  tug,  and  ftrive; 
 Yet  we,  who  have  a  heav'n  t'  obtain, 
 How  negligent  we  live  ! 
 5  We,  for  whofe  fake  ail  nature  (lands, 
 And  (tars  their  conrfea  move; 
 We,  for  whofe  guard  the  angel-bands 
 Come  flying  from  above  : 
 
 4  We,  for  whom  God  the  Son  came  down, 
 
 And  lahourM  for  our  good, 
 How  carelefs  to  fecure  that  crown 
 He  purchas'd  with  his  blood  ' 
 
 5  Lord,  mall  we  lie  fo  fluggifn  dill, 
 
 And  never  acl  our  parts! 
 Come,  holy  Dove,  from  th'  heav'nly  hill, 
 And  lit  and  warm  ov.r  hearts. 
 
Book  II.]       HYMN  XXVI.  XXVII.        115 
 
 5  Then  fhall  our  a&ive  fpirits  move, 
 Upward  our  fouls  mall  rife ; 
 With  hands  of  faith  and  wings  of  love 
 We'll  fly  and  take  the  prize. 
 
 HYMN    XXVI.     (L.  M.) 
 
 '  God  invifible. 
 
 V 
 
 We  can't  behold  thy  bright  abode; 
 O!  'tis  beyond  a  creature's  mind^. 
 To  glance  a  thought  half-way  to  God. 
 
 2  Infinite  leagues  beyond  the  iky 
 The  Great  Eternal  reigns  alone, 
 Where  neither  wings  nor  fouls  can  fly? 
 Nor  angels  climb  the  toplefs  throne. 
 
 3  The  Lord  of  glory  builds  his  feat 
 Of  gems  infuperably  bright, 
 And  lays  beneath  his  facfed  feet 
 Subftantial  beams  of  gloomy  night. 
 
 4  Yet,  glorious  Lord,  thy  gracious  eyes 
 Look  through,  and  cheer  us  from  above; 
 Beyond  our  praife  thy  grandeur  flies, 
 Yet  we  adore,  and  yet  we  love. 
 
 HYMN    XXVII.    (L.  M.) 
 
 Praife  ye  him,  all  his  angels,  Pfalm  cxlviii.  2, 
 
 i  /"N  OD !  the  eternal  awful  name  ! 
 
 V_X  That  the  whole  heav'nly  army  fears, 
 That  makes  the  wide  creation's  frame, 
 And  Satan  trembles  when  he  hears. 
 
 2  Like  flames  of  fire  his  fervants  are, 
 And  light  furrounds  his  dwelling-place ; 
 But,  O  ye  fi'ry  flames,  declare 
 
 The  brighter  glories  of  his  face. 
 
 3  'Tis  not  for  fucb  poor  worms  as  we, 
 To  fpeak  fo  infinite  a  thing; 
 
 But  your  immortal  eyes  furvey 
 
 The  beauties  of  your  fov'reigu  K  bg. 
 
126  HYMN    XXVIII.  [Book  II. 
 
 4  Tell  how  he  ihews  his  fmiling  face, 
 And  clothes  all  heav'n  in  bright  array: 
 Triumph  and  joy  run  thro'  the  place, 
 And  fongs  eternal  as  the  day. 
 
 5  Speak,  (for  you  feel  this  burning  love) 
 What  zeal  it  fpread  thro'  all  your  frame; 
 That  facred  fire  dwells  all  above, 
 
 For  we  on  earth  have  loft  the  name. 
 
 6  [Sing  of  his  pow'r  and  juftice  too, 
 That  infinite  right-hand  of  his, 
 That  vanquifh'd  Satan  and  his  crew, 
 
 And  thunder  drove  them  down  from  blifs.] 
 
 7  [What  mighty  ftorms  of  poifon'd  darts, 
 Were  hurl'd  upon  the  rebels  there! 
 What  dreadful  jav'lins  nail'd  their  hearts 
 Faft  to  the  racks  of  long  defpair.] 
 
 8  [Shout  to  your  King,  ye  heav'nly  hoft, 
 You  that  beheld  the  finking  foe ; 
 Firmly  ye  flood,  when  they  were  loft: 
 Praife  the  rich  grace  that  kept  you  fo.] 
 
 9  Proclaim  his  wonders  from  the  fkies, 
 Let  ev'ry  diftant  nation  hear; 
 
 And  while  you  found  his  lofty  praife, 
 Let  humble  mortals  bow  and  fear. 
 
 HYMN    XXVIII.     (CM.) 
 
 Death  and  eternity. 
 
 '  i    QTOOP  down,  my  thoughts,   that  ufe  to 
 O  rife, 
 
 Converfe  awhil«  with  death: 
 Think  how  a  gafping  mortal  lies, 
 And  pants  away  his  breath. 
 z  His  quiv'ring  lip  hangs  feebly  down, 
 His  pulfes  faint  and  few; 
 Then  fpeechlefs,  with  a  doleful  groan, 
 He  bids  the  world  adieu. 
 
Book  II.]  HYMN    XXIX.  127 
 
 3  But,  Oh,  the  foul  that  never  dies! 
 
 At  once  it  leaves  the  clay! 
 Ye  thoughts,  purfue  it  where  it  flies, 
 And  track  its  wondrous  way. 
 
 4  Up  to  the  courts  where  angels  dwell, 
 
 It  mounts,  triumphing  there  ; 
 Or  devils  plunge  it  down  to  hell, 
 In  infinite  defpair. 
 
 5  And  muft  my  body  faint  and  die? 
 
 And  muft  this  foul  remove  ? 
 Oh,  for  fome  guardian  angel  nigh, 
 
 To  bear  it  fafe  above  ! 
 fj  Jefus,  to  thy  dear  faithful  hand 
 
 My  naked  foul  I  trull : 
 And  my  flefh  waits  for  thy  command. 
 
 To  drop  into  my  dull. 
 
 HYMN    XXIX.     (CM.) 
 Redemption  by  price  and  power. 
 
 1    TESUS,  with  all  thy  faints  above 
 J     My  tongue  would  bear  her  part, 
 Would  found  aloud  thy  faving  love, 
 And  fing  thy  bleeding  heart. 
 ■z  Blefs'd  be  the  Lamb,  my  deareft  Lord, 
 Who  bought  me  with  his  blood, 
 And  quench'd  his  Father's  flaming  fword 
 In  his  own  vital  flood. 
 
 3  The  Lamb  that  freed  my  captive  foul 
 
 From  Satan's  heavy  chains, 
 And  lent  the  lion  down  to  howl 
 Where  hell  and  horror  reigns. 
 
 4  All  glory  to  the  dying  Lamb, 
 
 And  never-ceafing  praife, 
 While  angels  live  to  know  his  name, 
 Or  faints  to  feel  his  grace. 
 
128  HYMN    XXX.  [Book  II. 
 
 HYMN    XXX.    (S.  M.) 
 
 Heavenly  joy  on  earth, 
 
 1  [PO ME,  we  that  love  the  Lord, 
 
 ^-^     And  let  our  joys  be  known; 
 Join  in  a  fong  with  fweet  accord, 
 And  thus  furround  the  throne. 
 
 2  The  forrows  of  the  mind 
 Be  baninVd  from  this  place: 
 
 Religion  never  was  defign'd 
 To  make  our  pleafures  lefs.] 
 
 3  Let  thofe  refufe  to  ling 
 That  never  knew  our  God, 
 
 But  fav'rites  of  the  heav'wly  King 
 May  fpeak  their  joys  abroad. 
 
 4  [The  God  that  rules  on  high 
 And  thunders  when  he  pleafe, 
 
 That  rides  upon  the  ftormy  iky, 
 And  manages  the  feas  :] 
 
 5  This  awful  God  is  ours, 
 Our  Father  and  our  love; 
 
 He  (hall  fend  down  his  heav'nly  pew'rs 
 To  carry  us  above. 
 
 6  There  mail  we  fee  his  face, 
 And  never,  never  fin; 
 
 There  from  the  rivers  of  his  grace 
 Drink  endlefs  pleafures  in. 
 
 7  Yes,  and  before  we  rife 
 To  that  immortal  ftate, 
 
 The  thoughts  of  fuch  amazing  blifs 
 Should  conftant  joys  create 
 8.      [The  men  of  grace  have  found 
 Glory  begun  below: 
 Celeftial  fruits  on  earthly  ground, 
 From  faith  and  hope  may  grow.] 
 
Book  II.]    HYMN  XXXI.  XXXII.         129 
 
 9  [The  hill  of  Zion  yields 
 A  thoufand  facred  fweets, 
 
 Before  we  reach  the  heav'nly  fields, 
 Or  walk  the  golden  ftreets. 
 
 10  Then  let  our  fongs  abound, 
 And  ev'ry  tear  be  dry ; 
 
 We're  marching  thro'  Immanuel's  ground. 
 To  fairer  worlds  on  high.] 
 
 HYMN    XXXI.     (L.  M.) 
 
 ChrirVj1  prefence  makes  death  eafy. 
 
 1  "TTTHY  fhould  we  ftart,  and  fear  to  die? 
 
 VV    What  tim'rous  worms  we  mortals 
 Death  is  the  gate  of  endlefs  j®y,  [are! 
 
 And  yet  we  dread  to  enter  there. 
 
 2  The  pains,  the  groans,  and  dying  ftrife, 
 Fright  our  approaching  fouls  away; 
 Still  we  fhrink  back  again  to  life. 
 Fond  of  our  prifon  and  our  clay. 
 
 3  O !  If  my  Lord  would  come  and  meet, 
 My  foul  fhould  ftretch  her  wings  in  hafts, 
 Fly  fearlefs  thro'  death's  iron  gate, 
 
 .  Nor  feel  the  terrors  as  fhe  pafs'd. 
 
 4  Jefus  can  make  a  dying  bed 
 Feel  foft  as  downy  pillows  are, 
 While  on  his  breaft  I  lean  my  head, 
 And  breathe  my  life  out  fweetly  there. 
 
 HYMN    XXXII.     (CM.) 
 
 Frailty  and  folly. 
 
 f  TT  O  W  fhort  and  hatfy  is  our  life! 
 X~l     How  vaft  our  fouls  affairs  ! 
 Yet  fenfeiefs  mortals  vainly  flrive 
 To  lavifh  out  their  years. 
 
130  HYMN    XXXIII.        [Book  II. 
 
 2  Our  days  run  thoughtleiHy  along, 
 
 Without  a  moment's  flay: 
 Juft  like  a  ftory  or  a  fong 
 We  pafs  our  lives  away. 
 
 3  God  from  on  high  invites  us  home, 
 
 But  we  march  heedlefs  on, 
 
 And  ever  halt'ning  to  the  tomb, 
 
 Stoop  downward  as  we  run. 
 
 4  How  we  deferve  the  deeper!  hell, 
 
 That  flight  the  joys  above  ! 
 What  chains  of  veng'ance  fnould  we  feel, 
 That  break  fuch  cords  of  love! 
 
 5  Draw  us,  O  God,  with  fov'reign  grace, 
 
 And  lift  our  thoughts  on  high, 
 That  we  may  end  this  mortal  race, 
 And  fee  falvation  nigh. 
 
 HYMN    XXXIII.     (CM.) 
 The  blejfed  fociety  in  heaven. 
 
 1  n  AISE  thee,  my  foul,  fly  up,  and  run 
 Xv.     Thro'  ev'ry  heav'nly  ftreet, 
 
 And  fay,  There's  nought  below  the  fun 
 That's  worthy  of  thy  feet. 
 
 2  [Thus  will  we  mount  oh  facred  wings, 
 
 And  tread  the  courts  above  : 
 Nor  earth,  nor  all  her  mightiefl  things 
 Shall  tempt  our  meaneft  love.] 
 
 3  There  on  a  high  majeftic  throne 
 
 Tlv*  Almighty  Father  reigns, 
 And  fheds  his  glorious  goocinefs  down 
 On  all  the  blifsful  plains. 
 
 4  Bright,  like  a  fun,  the  Saviour  fits, 
 
 And  fprea.ls  eternal  noon; 
 No  ev'ning's  there,  nor  gloomy  nights 
 To  want  the  feeble  moon. 
 
M 
 
 Book  IlV      H  Y  M  N    XXXIV. 
 J  AmiditWe  ever-mining  ikies 
 
 Behold^he  facred  Dove, 
 While  baWd  fin  and  forrow  files 
 
 From  all\e  realms  of  love. 
 
 6  The  glorious>enants  of  the  place  : 
 
 Stand  bender  round  the  throne; 
 And  faints  ancferaphs  fing  and  praiie 
 The  infinite  lyee-One. 
 
 7  [But,  O  what  beUls  0f  heav'nly  grace 
 
 Tranfport  them  \ll  the  while  ! 
 Ten  thoufand  fmile\from  Jefus'  face, 
 
 And  love  in  ev'ryVpile !] 
 S  Jefus  !  O  when  fhail  W  dear  day, 
 
 That  joyful  hour  app\ar, 
 When  I  mail  leave  this  Wife  of  clay, 
 
 To  dwell  amongft  themxthere? 
 
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 HYMN    XXXIV.     {C. 
 
 Breathing  after  the   holy  Spirit  K 
 of  devotion  defired. 
 
 I   /""NOME,  holy  Spirit,  heav'nly  Dove, 
 Vj     With  all  thy  quick'ning  powYs, 
 Kindle  a  flame  of  facred  love 
 In  thefe  cold  hearts  of  ours. 
 z  Look  how  we  grovel  here  below, 
 Fond  of  thefe  trifling  toys  : 
 Our  fouls  can  neither  fly  nor  go 
 To  reach  eternals  joys. 
 
 3  In  vain  we  tv.ne  our  formal  ^ongs. 
 
 In  vain  we  drive  to  rife, 
 Hqfannas  languiih  on  our.  tongues, 
 And  our  devotion  dies. 
 
 4  Dear  Lord  !  and  (hall  we  ever  live 
 
 At  this  poor  dying  rare, 
 Our  love  fo  faint,  fo  cold  to  thee,  , 
 
 And  thine  to  us  fo  great? 
 
 ervency 
 
132       H  Y  M  N  XXXV.  XXXVI.   .Book  1. 
 
 5  Come,  holy  Spirit,  heav'nly  Doe» 
 With  all  thy  quickening  pow'3> 
 Come  med  abroad  a  SaviourVlove> 
 And  that  mall  kindle  ours 
 
 HYMN     XXXV.    VC.'M.) 
 Praife  to  God  for  creation ^nd  redemption. 
 
 J   T    ET  them  negleftthv glory,  Lord, 
 JL*     Who  never  knew^hy  grace  ; 
 But  our  loud  fongs  fha-1  rull  record 
 The  wonders  of  th*  praife. 
 
 2  We  raife  our  lhouts    O  God,  to  thee, 
 
 And  fend  them  **  thy  throne; 
 All  glory  to  th'  Uiited  Three, 
 The  undivided  One. 
 
 3  'Twas  he  (and  we'll  adore  his  name; 
 
 That  form'd  us  by  a  word  ; 
 "Pis  he  reftores  our  ruin'd  frame: 
 Salvation  to  the  Lord  ! 
 
 4  Hofanna!  let  the  earth  and  /kies 
 
 Repeat  the  joyful  found  ; 
 Rocks,  hills  and  vales,  reflect  the  voice 
 In  one  eternal  round. 
 
 HYMN     XXXVI.     (S.  M.) 
 Chrift'j  inter  cejjion. 
 
 TT7ELL,  the  Redeemer's  gone 
 VV      T' appear  before  our  God, 
 To  fprinkle  o'er  the  flaming  throne 
 With  his  atoning  blood. 
 
 2  No  fiVy  veng'ancc  now, 
 
 No  I  r-iih  comes  down: 
 
 If  jufti  3  for  Tinners'  blood, 
 
 The  Saviour  lhews  his  own. 
 
 3  Before  his  ruber's  eye 
 
 ( >u  •  hum  .-  moves  ! 
 
 The  Fall  .  \  .bunder  by, 
 
 And  looks,  and  fmiles,  and  loves. 
 
aokll.]  HYMN    XXXVII.  133 
 
 Now  may  our  joyful  tongues 
 
 Our  Maker's  honour  fmg ; 
 Jefus  the  prieft  receives  our  tongs', 
 
 And  bears  them  to  the  King. 
 
 [We  bow  before  his  face, 
 
 And  found  his  glories  high; 
 "  Hofanna  to  the  God  of  grace 
 
 "  That  lays  his  thunder  by.] 
 
 "  On  earth  thy  mercy  reigns, 
 
 "  And  triumphs  all  above  :" 
 But,  Lord,  how  weak  are  mortal  ftrains, 
 
 To  fpeak  immortal  love  ! 
 
 [How  jarring  and  how  low 
 
 Are  ail  the  notes  we  fmg  I 
 Sweet  Saviour,  tune  our  fongs  anew, 
 
 And  they  (hall  pleafe  the  King.] 
 
 HYMN  XXXVII.  (CM.) 
 
 The  fame.  ■ 
 
 LIFT  up  your  eyes  to  th'  heav'nly  feats 
 Where  your  Redeemer  flays  : 
 Kind  Interceffor,  there  he  fits, 
 
 And  loves,  and  pleads,  and  prays. 
 'Twas  well,  my  foul,  he  dy'd  for  thee, 
 
 And  fned  his  vital  blood, 
 Appeas'd  flern  juftice  on  the  tree, 
 
 And  then  arofe  to  God. 
 Petitions  now,  and  praife  may  rife, 
 
 And  faints  their  oiT'rings  bring, 
 The  Prieft.  with  his  own  facrifice  ': 
 
 Prefents  them  to  the  King. 
 ~Let  papifls  trufl  what  names  they  pleafe, 
 
 Their  faints  and  angels  boaft; 
 We've  no  fuch  advocates  as  thefe, 
 
 Nor  pray  to  th'  heav'nly  holt.] 
 
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134    HYMN  XXXVIII.  XXXIX.  [Bo.ok  II. 
 
 5  Jefus  aloue  (hall  bear  my  cries 
 
 Up  to  his  Father's  throne: 
 He,  deareSt  Lord!  perfumes  my  Sighs,    . 
 And  fweetens  ev'ry  groan. 
 
 6  [Ten  thoufand  praifes  to  the  King, 
 
 "  Hofanna  in  the  High'ft  !" 
 Ten  thoufand  thanks  our  fpirits  bring 
 To  God  and  to  his  Chrifr.] 
 
 H  Y  M  N     XXXVIII.     (C.  M.) 
 Love  to  God. 
 
 1  J  TA  P  P  Y  the  heart  where  graces  reign, 
 n     Where  love  infpires  the  bread: 
 Love  is  the  brighter!  of  the  train, 
 
 And  strengthens  all  the  reft. 
 
 2  Knowledge,  alas!  'tis  all  in  vain, 
 
 And  all  tn  vain  our  fear; 
 Our  Stubborn  fins  will  fight  and  reign, 
 If  love  be  abfent  there. 
 
 3  'Tis  love  that  makes  our  cheerful  feet 
 
 In  fwift  obedience  move; 
 The  devils  know  and  tremble  too; 
 But  Satan  cannot  love. 
 
 4  This  is  the  grace  that  lives  and  fings 
 
 When  faith  and  hope  fhall  ceafe ; 
 'Tis  this  fhall  Strike  our  joyful  firings 
 In  the  fweet  realms  of  blifs. 
 
 5  Before  we  quite  forfake  our  clay, 
 
 Or  leave  this  dark,  abode, 
 The  wings  of  love  bear  us  away 
 To  fee  our  fouling  God. 
 
 HYMN     XXXIX.     (CM.) 
 The  fbottnefs  and  mifery  of  life. 
 I    /-\ U R  days,  alas!  our  mortal  days 
 V_J     Are  Short  and  wretched  too  ; 
 «'  Evil  and  few  #,"  the  patriarch  fays  j 
 And  well  the  patriarch  knew. 
 *  Gen.  xlvii,  {,'. 
 
[Book  II.        HYMN     XL.     XLI. 
 
 %  'Tis  but  at  beft  a  narrow  bound 
 That  heav'n  allows  to  men, 
 And  pains  and  fins  run  thro'  the  round 
 Of  threefcore  years  and  ten. 
 
 3  Well,  if  ye  muft  be  fad  and  few, 
 
 Run  on,  my  days,  in  hafte  ; 
 Moments  of  fin,  and  months  of  woe, 
 Ye  cannot  fly  too  fall. 
 
 4  Let  heav'nly  love  prepare  my  foul, 
 
 And  call  her  to  the  fkies, 
 Where  years  of  long  falvation  roll, 
 And  glory  never  dies. 
 
 HYMN     XL.     (C.  M.) 
 Our  comfort  in  the  covenant  made  with  Chrifl. 
 
 I  ^\UR  God!  how  firm  his  promife  Hands  ! 
 \_)     Ev'n  when  he  hides  his  face,   . 
 He  trufts  in  our  Redeemer's  hands 
 His  glory  and  his  grace, 
 2,  Then  why,  my  foul,  thefe  fad  complaints, 
 Since  Chrifl:  and  we  are  one? 
 Thy  God  is  faithful  to  his  faints, 
 Is  faithful  to  his  Son. 
 3  Beneath  his  fmiles  my  heart  hath  liv'd, 
 And  part  of  heav'n  poffefs'd  ; 
 I  praife  his  name  for  grace  receiv'd, 
 And  truft  him  for  the  reft. 
 
 HYMN     XLI.     (L.  M.) 
 A  fight  of  God  mortifies  us  to  the  world. 
 
 1  [T  T  JP  to  the  fields  where  angels  lie, 
 
 LJ      And  living  waters  gently  roll, 
 Fain  would  my  thoughts  leap  out  and  fly, 
 But  fin  hangs  heavy  on  my  foul. 
 
 2  Thy  wondrous  blood,  dear  dying  Chrifl, 
 Can  make  this  world  of  guilt  remove; 
 And  thou  canft  bear  me  where  thou  fly'ff3 
 On  thy  kind  wings,  celefcial  Dove  ! 
 
136-  HYMN    XLIL  [Book  II. 
 
 3  O  might  I  once  mount  up  and  fee 
 The  glories  of  th7  eternal  ikies-, 
 
 What  little  things  thefe  worlds  would  be, 
 How  defpicable  to  my  eye  !] 
 
 4  Had  I  a  glance  of  thee,  my  God, 
 Kingdoms  and  «ien  would  vanilh  foon ; 
 Vaniin,  as  tho*  I  faw  them  not, 
 
 As  a  dim  candle  dies  at  noon. 
 
 5  Then  they  might  fight,  and  rage,  and  ravej 
 I  mould  perceive  the  noife  no  more 
 
 Then  we  can  hear  a  making  leaf, 
 While  rattling  thunders  round  us  roar. 
 
 6  Great  All  in  All!  Eternal  King! 
 Let  me  but  view  thy  lovely  face. 
 
 And  all  my  pow'rs  fliall  bow,  and  fing 
 Thine  endlefs  grandeur  and  thy  grace. 
 
 HYMN    XLII.    (CM.) 
 
 Delight  in  God. 
 
 1  Tl/fY  God,  what  endlefs  pleafures  dwell 
 JLVJ.     Above  at  thy  right-hand  ! 
 
 Thy  courts  below,  how  amiable, 
 Where  all  thy  graces  Hand! 
 
 2  The  fwallow  near  thy  temple  lies, 
 
 And  chips  a  cheerful  note; 
 The  lark  mounts  upwards  to  thy  fkiesft 
 And  tunes  his  warbling  throat: 
 
 3  And  we,  when  in  thy  prefence,  Lord, 
 
 We  fhout  with  joyful  tongues; 
 
 Or  fitting  round  our  Father's  board, 
 
 We  crown  the  feaft  with  fongs. 
 
 4  While  Jefus  mines  with  quick'ning  glftce, 
 
 We  ling  and  mount  on  high; 
 
 But  if  a  frown  becloud  his  face, 
 
 We  faint,  and  tire,  and  die. 
 
Book  II.]  HYMN    XLIIL  137 
 
 5  [Juft  as  we  fee  the  lonefome  dove 
 
 Bemoan  her  widow' d  ftate, 
 Wand'ring,  me  flies  thro7  all  the  grove, 
 And  mourns  her  loving  mate. 
 
 6  Juft  fo  our  thoughts  from  thing  to  thing 
 
 In  reftlefs  circles  rove, 
 juft  fo  we  droop  and  hang  the  wing, 
 When  Jefus  hides  his  love.] 
 
 HYMN    XLIIL     (L.  M.) 
 ChriftV  Suffering  and  glory. 
 
 j  "VTOW  for  a  tune  of  lofty  praife 
 IN    To  great  Jehovah's  equal  Son! 
 Awake,  my  voice,  in  heav'nly  lays 
 Tell  the  loud  wonders  he  hath  done. 
 
 %  Sing,  how  he  left  the  worlds  of  light, 
 And  the  bright  robes  he  wore  above;    * 
 How  fwift  and  joyful  was  his  flight, 
 On  wings  of  everlafting  love. 
 
 3  [Down  to  this  bafe,  this  finful  earth 
 He  came  to  raife  our  nature  high  ; 
 He  came  t'  atone  almighty  wrath; 
 Jefus,  the  God,  was  born  to  die.] 
 
 4  [Hell  and  its  lions  roar'd  around; 
 His  precious  blood  the  monfters  fpilt! 
 While  weighty  forrows  prefs'd  him  down, 
 Large  as  the  loads  of  all  oar  guilt.] 
 
 5  Deep  in  the  fhades  of  gloomy  death, 
 Th'  almighty  Captive  pris'ner  lay; 
 The  almighty  Captive  left  the  earth, 
 And  rofe  to  everlalting  day. 
 
 6  Lift  up  your  eyes,  ye  fons  of  light, 
 Up  to  his  throne  of  mining  grace; 
 See  what  immortal  glories  fit 
 Round  the  fweet  beauties  of  his  face. 
 
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158  HYMN  XLIV.  XLV.        Book  II.  | 
 
 7  Amongft  a  thoufand  harps  and  fongs 
 
 •    Jefus,  the  God,  exalted  reigns  ; 
 
 His  facred  name  fills  all  their  tongues, 
 Ar.d  echoes  thro'  the  heav'nly  plains  ! 
 
 HYMN     XLIV.     (L.  M.) 
 Hell:  or,  the  vengeance  of  God. 
 
 i    "\^7  *^  H  noly  fear  an^  humbler  fong, 
 *  V     The  dreadful  God  our  fouls  adore; 
 Rev'rence  and  awe  become  the  tongue 
 That  fpeaks  the  terrors  of  his  pow'r. 
 
 2  Far  in  the  deep  where  dariuiefs  dwells, 
 The  land  of  horror  and  cefpair, 
 Juftice  hath  built  a  difmal  hell, 
 
 And  laid  her  ftores  of  veng'ance  there. 
 
 3  [Eternal  plagues  and  neavy  chains, 
 Tormenting  racks  and  fi'ry  coals, 
 And  darts  t7  inflict  immortal  pains, 
 Dipt  in  the  blood  of  damned  fouls. 
 
 4  There  Satan  the  firft  finner  lies, 
 And  roars,  and  bites  his  iron  bands; 
 In  vain  the  rebel  ftrives  to  rife, 
 
 Cruih'd  with  the  weight  of  both  thy  hands. 
 
 5  There  guilty  ghofts  of  Adam's  race 
 Shriek  out  and  howl  beneath  thy  rod; 
 Once  they  could  fcorn  a  Saviour's  grace, 
 But  they  incens'd  a  dreadful  God. 
 
 6  Tremble,  my  foul,  and  kifs  the  Son ; 
 Sinner,  obey  thy  Saviour's  call ; 
 Elfe  your  damnation  haftens  on, 
 And  hell  gapes  wide  to  wait  your  fall. 
 
 HYMN     XLV.     (L.  M.) 
 GodV  condefcenfion  to  our  worfbip. 
 I  rpHY  favours,    Lord,  furprife  our  fouls  ! 
 JL    Will  the  Eternal  dwell  with  us  ? 
 What  can  ft  thou  find  beneath  the  poles 
 To  tempt  thy  chariot  downward  thus! 
 
Book  II.]  HYMN     XLVL  159 
 
 2  Still  might  he  fill  his  ftarry  throne, 
 
 And  plcafe  his  ears  with  Gabriel's  fongs; 
 But  th'  heav'nly  Majefty  comes  down, 
 And  bows  to  hearken  to  our  tongues. 
 
 3  Great  God  !  what  poor  returns  we  pay 
 For  love  fo  infinite  as  thine  ! 
 
 "Words  are  but  air.  and  tongues  but  clay; 
 But  thy  companion's  all  divine. 
 
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 HYMN    XL VI.     (L.  M.) 
 Go  JV  condejcenfion  to  human  affairs. 
 P  to  the  Lord,  that  reigns  on  high. 
 
 f\nd  views  the  nations  from  afar, 
 Let  everlafting  praifes  fly, 
 And  tell  how  large  his  bounties  are. 
 [He  that  can  (hake  the  worlds  he  made, 
 Or  with  his  word,  or  with  his  rod  ; 
 His  goodnefs,  how  amazing  great; 
 And  what  a  condefcending  God  !] 
 ^God,  that  mult  ftoop  to  view  the  fkies, 
 And  bow  to  fee  what  angels  do, 
 Down  to  our  earth  he  cafts  his  eyes, 
 And  bends  his  footfteps  downward  too." 
 He  over-rules  all  mortal  things, 
 And  manages  our  mean  affairs  ; 
 On  humble  fouls  the  King  of  kings 
 Bd.rows  his  counfels  and  his  cares. 
 Our  farrows  and  our  tears  we  pour 
 
 the.  bofom  of  our  God  ; 
 He  hears  us  in  the  mournful  hour, 
 .     helps  us  bear  the  heavy  load, 
 i  might  lofty  princes  try 
 
 1  eondefcenflon  to  perform  ! 
 
 is  were  never  rais'd  fo  high 
 tneir  meaneft  fellow-worm. 
 
140       HYMN  XLVII.  XLVIII.     [Book  13 
 
 7  O  could  our  thankful  hearts  devife 
 A  tribute  equal  to  thy  grace, 
 To  the  third  heav'n  our  fongs  mould  rife, 
 And  teach  the  golden  harps  thy  praife. 
 
 HYMN     XLVII.     (L.  M.) 
 
 Glory  and  grace  in  the  perfon  of  Chrift. 
 
 I  vtOW  to  the  Lord  a  noble  fong  ! 
 
 IN    Awake,  my  foul ;  awake  my  tongue. 
 
 Hofanna  to  th'  eternal  name, 
 
 And  all  his  boundlefs  love  proclaim. 
 
 •2  See  where  it  lhines  in  Jems'  face, 
 The  brighteft  image  of  his  grace; 
 God,  in  the  perfon  of  his  Son, 
 Hath  all  his  mightieft  works  outdone. 
 
 3  The  fpacious  earth  and  fpreading  flood, 
 Proclaim  the  wife  and  pow'rful  God; 
 And  thy  rich  glories  from  afar, 
 Sparkle  in  ev'ry  rolling  /tar. 
 
 4  But  in  his  looks  a  glory  ftands, 
 The  nobleft  labour  of  thine  hands: 
 The  pleafmg  luflre  of  his  eyes 
 Out/bines  the  wonders  of  the  fkies. 
 
 5  Grace!  'tis  a  fvveet,  a  charming  theme; 
 My  thoughts  rejoice  at  jefus'  name! 
 
 Ye  angels,  dwell  upon  the  found  ; 
 Ye  heav'ns,  reflect  it  to  the  ground  ! 
 
 6  Oh,  may  I  live  to  reach  the  place 
 Where  he  unveils  his  lovely  face  ! 
 Where  all  his  beauties  you  behold, 
 And  fing  his  name  to  harps  of  gold ! 
 
 HYMN     XLVIII.     (CM.) 
 
 Love  to  the  creatures  is  dangerous. 
 
 I  tt  OW  vain  are  all  things  here  below! 
 tl     How  falfe,  and  yet  how  fair! 
 Each  pleafure  hath  its  poifon  too  5 
 And  ev'ry  fweet  a.fnare. 
 
nfBook  II.'j  HYMN    XL1X.  141 
 
 g  The  brighteft  things  below  the  fky 
 Give  but  a  flatt'riug  light; 
 We  mould  fufpeft  foine  danger  nigh 
 Where  we  poilefs  delight. 
 
 3  Our  deareft  joys  and  neareft  friends, 
 
 The  partners  of  our  blood, 
 How  they  divide  our  wav'ring  minds, 
 And  leave  but  half  for  God. 
 
 4  The  fondnefs  of  a  creature's  love, 
 
 How  ftrong  it  ftrikes  the  fenfe  ? 
 
 Thither  the  warm  affections  move, 
 
 Nor  can  we  call  them  thence. 
 
 5  Dear  Saviour!  let  thy  beauties  be 
 
 My  foul's  eternal  food  ; 
 And  grace  command  my  heart  away 
 From  all  created  good. 
 
 HYMN     XLIX.     (CM.) 
 
 Mofes  dying  in  the  embraces  of  God, 
 
 1   ""pv  E  AT  H  cannot  make  our  fouls  afraid^ 
 JL/     If  God  be  with  us  there ; 
 We  may  walk  thro'  its  darken;  made, 
 And  never  yield  to  fear. 
 z  I  could  renounce  my  all  below, 
 If  my  Creator  bid  ; 
 And  run.  If  I  were  call'd  to  go, 
 And  die  as  Mofes  did. 
 $  Might  I  but  climb  to  Pifgah's  top, 
 And  view  the  promised  land, 
 My  flefh  itfelf  would  long  to  drop, 
 And  pray  for  the  command. 
 4  CIafp*d  in  my  heav'nly  Father's  arms, 
 I  would  forget  my  breath, 
 And  lofe  my  life  among  the  charms 
 Of  fo  divine  a  death. 
 
142  HYMN     L.    LI.  [Book  i 
 
 HYMN    L.     (L.  M.) 
 Comforts  under  forrows  and  pains. 
 
 i    \T  O  W  let  the  Lord  my  Saviour  fmile, 
 1\    And  (hew  my  name  upon  his  heart; 
 I  would  forget  my  pains  awhile, 
 And  in  the  p'leafure  lofe  the  fmart. 
 
 2.  But  O  !  it  fwells  my  forrows  high, 
 To  fee  my  bleffed  Jefus  frown  ; 
 My  fpirits  link,  my  comforts  die, 
 And  all  the  fprings  of  life  are  down. 
 
 3  Yet  why,  my  foul,  why  thefe  com.pl:' 
 Still  while  he  frowns,  his  bowels  move; 
 Still  on  his  heart  he  bears  his  faints, 
 And  feels  their  forrows  and  his  love. 
 
 4  My  name  is  printed  on  his  breafr; 
 His  book  of  iife  contains  my  name; 
 I'd  rather  have  it  there  imprefs'd, 
 Than  in  the  bright  records  of  fame. 
 
 5  When  the  la  ft  fire  burns  all  things  here, 
 Thofe  letters  lhall  fecurely  Hand, 
 
 And  in  the  Lamb's  fair  book  appear, 
 Writ  by  th'  eternal  Father's  hand. 
 
 6  Now  fhall  my  minutes  fmoothly  run, 
 Wh'ilft  here  t  wait  my  Father's  will 
 My  riling  and  my  letting  fun, 
 
 Roll  gently  up  and  down  the  hill. 
 
 HYMN    LI.     (L.  M.) 
 God  the  Son  equal  with  the  Father. 
 
 i   -pRIGHT  King  of  glory,  dreadful  God 
 13  Our  fpirits  bow  before  thy  feat; 
 To  thee  we  lift  an  humble  thought, 
 And  worfhip  at  thine  awful  feet. 
 
 z  [Thy  posv'r  hath  form'd,  thy  wifdom  fway 
 All  nature  with  a  fov'reign  word  : 
 And  the  bright  world  of  liars  obi 
 will  of  their  fuperior  Lord.] 
 
Book  II.]  HYMN    LII.  143 
 
 3  [Mercy  and  truth  unite  in  one, 
 And  fmiling  lit  at  thy  right-hand  ; 
 Eternal  juftice  guards  thy  throne, 
 
 And  veng'ance  waits  thy  dread  command.] 
 
 4  A  thoufand  feraphs  ftrong  and  bright 
 Stand  round  the  glorious  Deity  ; 
 
 But  who  amongft  the  Ions  of  light 
 Pretends  comparifon  with  thee? 
 
 5  Yet  there  is  one  of  human  frame, 
 Jefus,  array'd  in  rleih  and  blood, 
 Thinks  it  no  robbery  to  claim 
 
 A  full  equality  with  God. 
 
 6  [Their  glory  mines  with  equal  beams, 
 Their  eilence  is  for  ever  one  : 
 
 Tho'  they  are  known  by  difPrent  names, 
 The  Father  God,  and  God  the  Son. 
 
 7  Then  let  the  name  of  (Thrift  our  King 
 With  equal  honours  be  ador'd  ; 
 
 His  praife  let  ev'ry  angel  fing, 
 And  all  the  nations  own  the  Lord.] 
 
 HYMN    LII.     (CM.) 
 Death  dreadful  or  delightful, 
 
 1  T\EATH!  'tis  a  melancholy  day 
 JL£     To  thofe  that  have  no  God, 
 When  the  poor  foul  is  forc'd  away 
 
 To  fee  it  her  laft  abode. 
 
 2  In  vain  to  heav'n  the  lifts  her  eyes ; 
 
 But  guilt,  a  heavy  chain, 
 Still  drags  her' downward  from  the  ikies, 
 To  darknefs,  fire  and  pain. 
 
 3  Awake  and  mourn,  ye  heirs  of  hell; 
 
 Let  ftubborn  fanners  fear: 
 You  mull  be  driv'n  from  earth,  and  dwell 
 A  loner  for  ever  there. 
 
!44  HYMN    LIU.  [Book  I 
 
 4  See  how  the  pit  gapes  wide  for  you, 
 
 And  flashes  in  your  face  ; 
 And  thou,  my  foul,  look  downward  too, 
 And  ling  recov'ring  grace. 
 
 5  He  is  a  God  of  fov'reign  love 
 
 The  promis'd  heav'n  to  me, 
 And  taught  my  thougths  to  foar  above 
 Where  happy  fpirits  he. 
 
 6  Piepareme,  Lord,  for  thy  right-hand; 
 
 Then  come  the  joyful  day; 
 Come,  death,  and  fome  celeftial  band, 
 To  bear  my  foul  away. 
 
 HYMN    LIIL     (CM.) 
 
 The  pilgrimage  of  the  faints:    or,    earth  an 
 
 lie  av  en. 
 
 1  T    ORD,  what  a  wretched  land  is  this, 
 JLj     That  yields  us  no  i'upply, 
 
 No  cheering  fruits,  no  wholefome  trees, 
 Nor  ftreams  of  living  joy." 
 
 2  But  pricking  thorns  thro'  all  the  ground.^ 
 
 And  mortal  poifons  grow; 
 And  ail  the  rivers  that  are  found, 
 With  dang'rous  waters  flow. 
 
 3  Yet  the  dear  path  to  thine  abode 
 
 Lies  thro'  this  horrid  land  : 
 Lord  i  we  would  keep  rhe  heav'nly  road, 
 And  run  at  thy  command. 
 
 4  [Our  fouls  (hall  tread  the  defert  thro' 
 
 With  undiverted  feet: 
 And  faith  and  flaming  zeal  fubdue 
 The  terrors  that  we  nfeet.l 
 
 5  [A  thoufand  favage  beafts  of  prey 
 
 Around  the  fore  ft  roam  ; 
 But  Judah's  Lion  guards  die  way, 
 And  guides  the  itrangers  home,  j 
 
Book  II.]  HYMN    Uf.  I4S 
 
 6  [Long  nights  and  darknefs  dwell  below, 
 
 With  fcarce  a  twinkling  ray ; 
 But  the  bright  world  to  which  we  go 
 Is  ever  lading  day.] 
 
 7  [By  glimrn'ring  hopes,  and  gloomy  fears, 
 
 We  trace  the  facred  road, 
 Thro'  difmal  deeps  and  daog'rous  fnaress 
 We  make  our  way  to  'G©cL] 
 
 8  Our  journey  is  a  thorny  maze, 
 
 But  we  march  upward  Sill; 
 Forget  thefe  troubles  of  the  ways^ 
 And  reach  at  Z;on7s  hill. 
 
 9  [See  the  kind  angels  at  (the  gates 
 
 Inviting  us  to  come! 
 There  Tefus  the  fore-runner  waitsa 
 To  welcome  travelers  feo-nat  1] 
 jo  There,  on  a  green  and  iow'ry  mount 
 Our  weary  fouls  tf»a!l  Sir, 
 And  with  tranfporting  joys  recount 
 The  labours  of  our  feef. 
 
 11  [No  vim  difcourfe  in  all  MI  o-ur  tongue., 
 
 Nor  trifles  vex  our  ear; 
 Intrnlte  grace  Khali  he  <mt  fong, 
 And  God  rejoice  to  hear.] 
 
 12  Eternal  glory  to  tht:  Kaog 
 
 That  brought  us  fafery  taro% 
 Our  tongue  ihall  aever  ceafe  to  nrrg-. 
 And  endiefs  piaifc  reafew^ 
 
 HYMN    LIT.    (CM.) 
 God's  ptefeme  is  tight  m  darknefs. 
 
 Y  Go  &f  all  my  joys^ 
 
 The  v  delights.,, 
 
 Aid  comfort  of  my  nights  1 
 
 *M 
 
146  HYMN    LY.  [Book  II 
 
 i  In  darkeft  mades  if  he  appear, 
 My  dawning  is  began  ! 
 He  is  my  foul's  fweet  morning  ftar, 
 And  he  my  riling  fun. 
 
 3  The  opening  heav'us  around  me  mine 
 
 With  beams  of  faered  blifs, 
 While  Jefus  mews  his  heart  is  mine, 
 And  whifpers,  "  I  am  his  !'* 
 
 4  My  foul  would  leave  this  heavy  clay 
 
 At  that  tranfpoiting  word, 
 Run  up  with  joy  the  mining  way 
 T'  embrace  my  deareft  Lord. 
 
 5  Fearlefs  of  hell  and  ghaflly  death, 
 
 I'd  break  thro*  ev'ry  foe ; 
 The  wings  ot  love,  and  arms  of  faith, 
 Should  bear  me  conqirror  thro* 
 
 HYMN    LY.     (CM.) 
 
 Frail  life  and  j~vcceedl);g  eternity. 
 
 i  nnHEE  we  adore,  eternal  name! 
 JL      And  humbly  own  to  thee, 
 How  feeble  is  our  mortal  frame, 
 What  dying  worms  are  we  ! 
 .2  [Our  wafting  lives  grow  thorter  ftill, 
 As  months  and  days  increafe  ; 
 And  ev'ry  beating  pulfe  we  tell 
 Leaves  but  the  number  lefs. 
 
 3  The  year  rolls  round,  and  fteals  away 
 
 The  breath  that  firlt  it  gave  ; 
 Whate'er  we  do,  where'er  we  be, 
 We're  trav'lljhg  to  the  grave.] 
 
 4  Dangers  ftand  thick  thro*  all  the  ground, 
 
 To  pulh  us  to  the  tomb  ; 
 And  fierce  difeafes  wait  around, 
 To  hurrv  mortals  home. 
 
Book  II.]  HYMN     LVL  147 
 
 5  Good  God !  on  what  a  {lender  thread 
 
 Hang  everlaftiug  things  ! 
 Th'  eternal  ilates  of  ail  the  dead, 
 Upon  life's  feeble  firings. 
 
 6  Infinite  joy  or  endlefs  woe 
 
 Attends  on  ev'ry  breath  ; 
 And  yet  how  unconcerned  we  go 
 
 Upon  the  brink  of  death! 
 Waken,  O  Lord,  our  drowfy  fenfe, 
 
 To  walk,  this  dang'rous  road  ; 
 And  if  our  fouls  are  hurry'd  hence, 
 
 May  they  be  found  witfc  God. 
 
 HYMN    LVL     (CM.) 
 
 The  mifery  of  being  without  God  in  this  world: 
 or,  vain  prosperity 
 
 1  TVyO,  I  (hall  envy  them  no  more 
 1\|  Who  grow  profanely  great, 
 Tho'  they  increafe  their  golden  ft  ore,' 
 
 And  rife  to  wondrous  height. 
 
 2  They  tafte  of  all  the  joys  that  grow 
 
 Upon  this  earthly  clod  ! 
 Well,  they  may  fearch  the  creature  thro', 
 For  they  have  ne'er  a  God. 
 
 3  Shake  off  the  thoughts  of  dying  too, 
 
 And  think  your  life  your  own, 
 But  death  comes  haft'ning  on  to  you, 
 To  mow  your  glory  down. 
 
 4  Yes,  you  muft  bow  your  (lately  head, 
 
 Away  your  fpirit  flies, 
 And  no  kind  angel  near  your  bed 
 To  bear  it  to  the  fkies. 
 
 5  Go  now,  and  boaft  of  all  your  ftores, 
 
 And  tell  how  bright  you  (bine  : 
 Your  heaps  of  glitt'ring  duft  are  your's, 
 And  my  Redeemer's  mine. 
 
i48  KY M N  LVTI.  LVITI.      [Book  II. 
 
 HYMN     LVIL     (L.  M.) 
 
 The  pteofwes  of  a  gcod  conjcience. 
 
 I  T    ORD,  how  fecure  and  hlefs'd  are  they 
 JLi  Who  feci  the  j  >ys  of  pardon'd  fin! 
 SJ.ould  ftorms  of  wrath  thake  earth  and  fea, 
 Their  minds  have  heav'n  and  peace  v/*thin, 
 
 a  The  da;.  •  cetly  o'er  their  beads, 
 
 Made  up  of  innocence  and  iove; 
 And  fott  and  ftkut  as  the  shades, 
 Their  nightly  mjnutes  gently  move. 
 
 3  [Quick  as  their  Noughts  their  joys  come  on, 
 But  fly  not  half  fo  fwift  away: 
 
 Their  fouls  are  ever  bright  as  noon, 
 And  calm  a.;  fommer  ev'nir.gs  be. 
 
 4  How  oft  they  iook  to  th'  neav'nly  hills, 
 Where  groves  of  living  pieafnre  grow! 
 And  longing  hopes  and  cheerful  fmiles 
 Sit  undifrurb'd  upon  their  brow.] 
 
 5  They  fcorn  to  feek  our  golden  toys, 
 But  fpend  the  day,  and  fhare  the  night, 
 In  numb'ring  o'er  the  richer  joys 
 That  heav'n  prepares  for  their  delight. 
 
 6  WThile  wretched  we,  '  ke  worms  and  moles, 
 Lie  grov'ling  in  the  duft  below: 
 Almighty  grace,  renew  our  fouls ! 
 
 And  we'll  afpire  to  glory  too. 
 
 HYMN    LVIII.     (CM.) 
 
 The  fbortnejs  vf  Hfe>  and  the  goodnefs  of  God, 
 
 I  HP  IME!  what  an  empty  vapour  'tis ! 
 A      And  days,  bow  fwift  they  are! 
 Swift  as  an  Indian  arrow  flies, 
 Or  like  a  thooting  ftar. 
 ct  [The  prefent  moments  juft  appear, 
 Then  Hide  away  in  hafte, 
 That  we  can  never  fay,  **  They're  here  \j~ 
 But  only  fay,  "  They're  path"] 
 
[I.]  HYMN     ttx„  14? 
 
 [Our  1  fe  is  ever  011  the  wii 
 
 And    !eath  is  ever  nigh  : 
 The  moment  when  our  lives  bt ,    1, 
 
 We  all  begin  to  die.] 
 Yet,  mighty' God  !  our  fleeting  days 
 
 Thv  lafting  favours  mare. 
 Yet  with  the"  bounties  of  thy  grace 
 
 Thou  load'ft  the  rolling  year. 
 
 5  ?Tis  fuv'reign  mercy  finds  us  food, 
 
 And  we  are  cloth'd  with  love . 
 While  grace  ftands  pointing  out  the  road, 
 That  leads  our  fouls  above. 
 
 6  His  goodnefs  runs  an  endleis  round; 
 
 All  glory  to  the  Lord  ! 
 His  mercy  never  knows  a  bound; 
 And  be  his  name  ador'd  ! 
 
 7  Thus  we  begin  the  lafting  fong; 
 
 And  when  we  clofe  our  eyes. 
 Let  the  next  age  thy  praife  prolong, 
 Till  time  and  nature  dies. 
 
 HYMN    LIX.    (CM.) 
 
 Paradije  on  earth. 
 
 1  /~NLORY  to  God  that  walks  th«  J\yp 
 vT     And  fends  his  bleffmgs  thro'  ; 
 That  tells  his  faints  of  joys  on  high, 
 
 And  gives  a  tafte  below. 
 
 2  [Glory  to  God  that  floops  his  throne, 
 
 That  duft  and  worms  may  fee't, 
 And  brings  a  glimpfe  of  glory,  down, 
 Around  his  iacred  feet. 
 
 3  When  Chrift,  with  all  his  graces  crown'd, 
 
 Sheds  his  kind  beams  abroad, 
 *Tis  a  young  heav'n  on  earthly  ground, 
 And  glory  in  the  bud. 
 
150  HYMN    LX.  [BookIL' 
 
 4  A  blooming  Paradife  of  joy- 
 
 In  "his  wild  defert  fprings, 
 
 And  ev'ry  fenfe  I  ftrait  employ 
 
 On  fweet  celeftial  things. 
 
 5  White  lilies  all  around  appear, 
 
 And  each  his  glory  lliews; 
 The  Rofe  of  Sharon  blofToms  here, 
 The  faireft  flow'r  that  b-ows. 
 
 6  Cheerful  I  fe3ft  on  heav'nly  fruit, 
 
 And  drink  the  pleafures  down, 
 Pleafures  that  flow  hard  hy  the  foot 
 Of  the  eternal  throne.] 
 
 7  But  ah!  how  foon  my  joys  decay! 
 
 How  foon  my  fins  arife  ! 
 Aud  match  the  heav'nly  fcene  away 
 From  thefe  lamenting  eyes. 
 
 8  When  mall  the  time,  dear  Jefus,  whea 
 
 The  mining  day  appear, 
 That  I  mall  leave  thofe  clouds  of  fm5 
 And  guilt  and  darknefs  here? 
 
 9  Up  to  the  fields  above  the  flues, 
 
 My  haftv  feet  would  go, 
 There  everlafting  flow'rs  arife, 
 And  joys  unwith'ring  grow- 
 
 HYMN     LX.     (L.  M.) 
 
 ie  truth  of  God  the  promifer:  or,  the  prmifes 
 
 are  our  Jecurity. 
 
 1  T)RAISE,  everlaiting  praife,  be  paid 
 J.     To  him  that  earth's  foundation  laid: 
 Praife  to  the  God  whofe  ftrong  decrees 
 Sway  the  creation  as  he  pleafe. 
 
 2  Praife  to  the  gaodnefs  of  the  Lord, 
 Who  rules  his  people  by  his  word, 
 And  there,  as  ftrong  as  his  decrees*, 
 Ke  fets  his  kindeft  oromifes, 
 
Book  II.]  HYMN    LXI.  151 
 
 3  [Firm  are  the  words  his  prophets  give, 
 Sweet  words  on  which  his  children  live  ; 
 Each  of  them  is  the  voice  of  God, 
 Who  fpoke,  and  fpread  the  ikies  abroad. 
 
 4  Each  of  them  pow'rful  as  that  found 
 That  bid  the  new-made  world  go  round : 
 And  ftronger  than  the  folid  poles, 
 
 -  On  which  the  wheel  of  nature  rolls.] 
 
 5  Whence  then  mould  doubts  and  fears  arife? 
 Why  trickling  forrows  drown  our  eyes  ? 
 Slowly,  alas  !  our  mind  receives 
 
 The  comforts  that  our  Maker  gives. 
 
 6  O  for  a  ftrong  and  lafting  faith, 
 To  credit  what  th'  Almighty  faith! 
 T'  embrace  the  meffage  of  his  Son, 
 And  call  the  joys  of  heav'n  our  own  : 
 
 7.  Then,  mould  the  earth's  old  pillars  make, 
 And  all  the  wheels  of  nature  break, 
 Our  fteady  fouls  would  fear  no  more 
 Than  folid  rocks  when  billows  roar; 
 
 8  Our  everlafting  hopes  a  rife 
 Above  the  ruinable  ikies, 
 Where  the  Eternal  Builder  reigns, 
 And  his  own  courts  his  pow'r  fuitains. 
 
 HYMN    LXI.     (CM.) 
 A  thought  of  death  aid  glory. 
 
 1  "i\/TY  *"011*'  come  meditate  the  day, 
 IVX  And  think  how  near  it  (lands, 
 When  thou  mull  quit  this  houfe  of  clay, 
 
 And  fty  to  unknown  lands. 
 
 2  [And  you,  mine  eyes,  look  down  and  view 
 
 The  hollow  gaping  tomb; 
 This  gloomy  prifon  waits  for  you, 
 Whene'er  the  fummons  come.] 
 
i$z  HYMN    LXir.  [Book  II. 
 
 3  O !  could  we  die  with  thofe  that  die, 
 
 And  place  us  in  their  ftead  ; 
 Then  would  our  fpirits  learn  to  fly, 
 And  converfe  with  the  dead  : 
 
 4  Then  fhould  we  fee  the  faints  above, 
 
 In  their  own  glorious  forms, 
 And  wonder  why  our  fouls  fhould  love 
 To  dwell  with  mortal  worms. 
 
 5  [How  we  mould  fcorn  thefe  clothes  of  flefb., 
 
 Thefe  fetters,   and  this  load  : 
 
 And  long  for  ev'ning  to  undrefs, 
 
 That  we  may  reft  with  God.] 
 
 6  We  fhould  almoft  forfake  our  clay 
 
 Before  the  fummons  come, 
 And  pray,  and  with  our  fouls  away 
 To  their  eternal  home. 
 
 HYMN    LXII.     (CM.) 
 
 God  the  thwiderer.:  or,  the  loft  judgment  and 
 hell  * 
 
 1  qING  to  the  Lord,  ye  heavenly  hofls  ; 
 O     And  thou,  O  earth,   adore: 
 Let  death  and  hell  thro'  ail  their  coafts 
 
 Stand  trembling  at  his  pow'r. 
 
 2  His  founding  chariot  ihakes  the  iky; 
 
 He  makes  the  clouds  his  throne; 
 
 There  all  his  ftores  of  lightning  lie, 
 
 Till  vengeance  darts  them  down. 
 
 3  His  noftrils  breathe  out  fi'ry  ftreai 
 
 from  his  awful  tongue, 
 A  foy'reign  voice  divides  the  flames, 
 And  thunder  roars  alon 
 
 ^*  Made  in  a  great  florm  of  thunder,    ( 
 
 so,  1697. 
 
rH 
 
 Book  II.]     HYMN  LXIIL  LXIV.  153 
 
 4  Think,  O  my  foul,  the  dreadful  day, 
 
 When  the  incenfed  God 
 Shall  rend  the  iky,  and  burn  the  Tea, 
 And  fling  his  wrath  aoroad  ! 
 
 5  What  mall  the  wretch,  the  finner,  do? 
 
 He  once  defy'd  the  Lord  : 
 But  he  mall  dread  the  thund'rer  now, 
 And  fink  beneath  his  word. 
 
 6  Tempefts  of  angry  fire  mall  roll 
 
 To  blaft  the  rebel-worm, 
 And  beat  upon  his  naked  foul 
 In  one  eternal  ftorm. 
 
 HYMN    LXIIL     (CM.) 
 A  funeral  thought. 
 
 ■ARK!  from  the  tombs  a  doleful  found. 
 
 My  ears  attend  the  cry ; 
 Ye  living  men,  come  view  the  ground, 
 <{  Where  you  mull  fhortly  lie. 
 -2  '*  Princes,  this  clay  mnfr  be  your  bed, 
 "  In  fpite  of  all  your  tow'rs"; 
 "  The  tall,  the  wife,  the  rev'rend  head? 
 "  Muft  lie  as  low  as  ours." 
 
 3  Great  God  !  is  this  our  certain  doom? 
 
 And  are  we  itiil  fecure  ! 
 Still  walking  downward  to  our  tomb, 
 And  yet  prepare  no  more! 
 
 4  Grant  us  the  pow'rs  of  quick'ning  grace, 
 
 To  fit  our  fouls  to  fly  j 
 Then,  when  we  drop  this  dying  fiefh, 
 We'll  rife  above  the  fky. 
 
 HYMN    LXIV.     (L.  M.) 
 God  the  giory  and  the  defence  of  Si 01:. 
 
 I  TTAPP  Y  the  church,  thou  facred  place, 
 ill  The  feat  of  thy  Creator's  grace; 
 Thy  holy  courts  arc  his  abode  : 
 Thou  earthly  palace  of  our  God, 
 
154  HYMN.LXV.  [Book  II. 
 
 i  Thy  walls  are  ftrength,  and  at  thy  gates 
 A  guard  of  heav'nly  warriors  waits; 
 Nor  mail  thy  deep  foundations  move, 
 Fix'ci  on  his  counfels  and  his  love. 
 
 3  Thy  foes  in  vain  defigus  engage, 
 Againft  his  throne  in  vain  they  rage ; 
 Like  riling  waves  with  angry  roar, 
 That  dalh  and  die  upon  the  more. 
 
 4  Then  let  our  fouls  in  Zion  dwell; 
 Nor  fear  the  wrath  of  Rome  and  hell ; 
 His  arms  embrace  this  happy  ground, 
 Like  brazen  bulwarks  built  around. 
 
 5  God  is  our  (hi eld,  and  God  our  fun; 
 Swift  as  the  fleeting  moments  run, 
 On  us  he  iheds  new  beams  of  grace, 
 And  we  reflect  his  brighteft  praife. 
 
 HYMN    LXV.    (CM.) 
 
 The  hopes  of   heaven  our  fupport  under  trials 
 on  earth, 
 
 I  TTTHEN  I  can  read  my  title  clear 
 W      To  manfions  in  the  fkies, 
 I  bid  farewei  to  ev'ry  fear, 
 And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes. 
 2.  Should  earth  againft  my  foul  engage, 
 And  helliih  darts  be  hurl'd, 
 Then  I  can  fmile  at  Satan's  rage, 
 And  face  a  frowning  world. 
 
 3  Let  cares  like  a  wild  deluge  come, 
 
 And  ftorms  of  forrow  fall ; 
 May  I  but  fafcly  reach  my  hope, 
 My  God,  my  heav'n,  my  all : 
 
 4  There  mall  I  bathe  my  weary  foul 
 
 In  feas  of  heav'nly  reft, 
 And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roll 
 Acrofs  my  peaceful  brcaft, 
 
Book  II.]     H  Y  M  N  LXVL  LXVII.  155 
 
 HYMN     LXVI.     (CM.) 
 A  profped;  of  heaven  makes  death  eafy, 
 
 1  ^ip  HE  RE  is  a  land  of  pure  delight, 
 
 X       Where  faints  immortal  reign  : 
 Infinite  day  excludes  the  night, 
 And  pleafures  banifh  pain. 
 
 2  There  everlafting  fpring  abides, 
 
 And  never-with'ring  fiow'rs : 
 
 Death,  like  a  narrow  lea,  divides 
 
 This  heav'nly  land  from  ours. 
 
 3  [Sweet  fields  beyond  the  fwelling  flood, 
 
 Stand  drefs'd  in  living  green  : 
 
 So  to  the  Jews.old  Canaan  flood, 
 
 While  Jordan  roll'd  between. 
 
 4  But  tim'rous  mortals  ft  art  and  ihrink, 
 
 To  crofs  this  narrow  fea ; 
 And  linger,  fhiv'ring  on  the  brink, 
 And  fear  to  launch  away  ] 
 
 5  O!  Could  we  make  our  doubts  remove, 
 
 Thofe  gloomy  doubts  that  rife, 
 And  fee  the  Canaan  that  we  love 
 With  unbeclouded  eyes! 
 
 6  Could  we  but  climb  where  Mofes  flood, 
 
 And  view  the  landfkip  o'er, 
 Not  Jordan's  ftreams,  nor  death's  cold  flood, 
 Should  fright  us  from  the  more. 
 
 HYMN    LXVII.    (CM.) 
 GodV  eternal  dominion. 
 
 GREAT  God  !  how  infinite  art  thou 
 What  worthlefs  worms  are  we! 
 Let  the  whole  race  of  creatures  bow, 
 And  pay  their  praife  to  thee. 
 E.4. 
 
15<5  HYMN    LXVlII.         [Book  II. 
 
 2.  Thy  throne  eternal  ages  flood, 
 Ere  feas  or  ftars  were  made; 
 Thou  art  the  ever-living  God, 
 Were  all  the  nations  dead. 
 
 3  Nature  and  time  quite  naked  lie 
 
 To  thine  immenfe  furvey, 
 
 From  the  formation  of  the  fky, 
 
 To  the  great  burning-day. 
 
 4  Eternity,  with  all  its  years, 
 
 Stands  prefent  in  thy  view: 
 To  thee  there's  nothing  old  appears ; 
 Great  God  !   there's  nothing  new. 
 
 5  Our  lives  thro'  various  fcenes  are  drawn, 
 
 And  vex'd  with  trifling  cares, 
 While  thine  eternal  thought  moves  on 
 
 Thine  unciifturb'd  affairs. 
 (*  Great  God  !  how  infinite  art  thou! 
 
 What  worthlefs  worms  are  we? 
 Let  the  whole  race  of  creatures  bow. 
 
 And  pay  their  praife  to  thee. 
 
 HYMN    LXVIII.     (CM.) 
 The  humble  woiftip  of  heaven. 
 
 1  T7ATHER,  I  long,  I  faint  to  fee 
 J?      The  place  of  thine  abode: 
 
 I'd  leave  thine  earthly  courts,  and  flee 
 Up  to  thy  feat,  my  God  ! 
 
 2  Here  I  behold  thy  dirtant  face, 
 
 And  'tis  a  pleafmg  fight; 
 But  to  abide  in  thine  embrace, 
 Is  infinite  delight. 
 
 3  I'd  part  with  all'the  joys  of  fenfe, 
 
 To  gaze  upon  thy  throne  ; 
 Pleature  fprings  frelh  for  ever  thence, 
 Unfpeakable,  unknown. 
 
Book  II.]  HYMN    LXIX.  157 
 
 4  [There  all  the  heav'nly  hofts  are  feen, 
 
 In  mining  ranks  they  move, 
 And  drink  immortal  vigour  in 
 With  wonder,  and  with  love. 
 
 5  Then  at  thy  feet  with  awful  fear 
 
 Th7  adoring  armies  fall; 
 With  joy  they  fhrink  to  nothing  there,, 
 Before  th'  eternal  All. 
 
 6  There  I  would  vie  with  all  the  hoft 
 
 In  duty  and  in  blifs ; 
 While  lefs  than  nothing  I  could  boaft, 
 And  vanity  *  confefs.] 
 
 7  The  more  thy  glories  ftrike  mine  eye^, 
 
 The  humbler  i  ihall  lie; 
 Thus  while  I  fmk,  my  joys  (hall  rife 
 Unmeafurably  high. 
 
 HYMN     LXIX,     (CM.) 
 
 The  faithfulness  of  God  in  the  promifes, 
 
 1  [T>  E  G  I  N,    my  tongue,    fome  heav'nly 
 
 JlJ  theme, 
 
 And  fpeak  fome  boundlefs  thing, 
 The  mighty  works,  or  mightier  name 
 Of  our  eternal  King. 
 
 2  Tell  of  his  wondrous  faithfulnefs, 
 
 And  found  his  pow'r  abroad; 
 Sing  the  fweet  promife  of  his  grace, 
 And  the  performing  God. 
 
 3  Proclaim,  "  Salvation  from  the  Lords, 
 
 "  For  wretched  dying  men;" 
 His  hand  has  writ  the  facred  word 
 With  an  immortal  pen. 
 
 4  Engrav'd  as  in  eternal  brafs 
 
 The  mighty  promife  mines  ; 
 Nor  can  the  po*v'rs  of  darknefs  raz* 
 Thole  everlalting  lines.] 
 
 *  Ifaiah  ii.  17. 
 
i58   '  HYMN    LXX.  [Book  II. 
 
 5  [He  that  can  dam  whole  worlds  to  death, 
 
 And  make  them  when  he  pleafe  ; 
 He  fpeaks,  and  that  almighty  breath 
 Fulfils  his  great  decrees. 
 
 6  His  very  word  of  grace  is  ltrong, 
 
 As  that  which  built  the  fkies  ; 
 The  voice  that  rolls  the  liars  along, 
 Speaks  all  the  promifes. 
 
 7  He  faid,  "  Let  the  wide  heav'n  be  fpread," 
 
 And  heav'n  was  ftretch'd  abroad  : 
 <l  Abra'm.  iTl  be  thy  God,"  he  faid, 
 And  he  was  Abra'm's  God. 
 
 8  O,  might  I  hear  thy  heavVly  tongue 
 
 But  whifper,  "  Thou  arc  mine!" 
 Thofe  gentle  words  mould  raife  my  fong 
 
 To  notes  almoit  divine. 
 <§  How  would  my  leaping  heart  rejoice, 
 
 And  think  my  heav'n  fecure! 
 I  truft  the  ail-creating  voice, 
 
 And  faith  delires  no  more.] 
 
 K  Y  M  N     LXX.     (L.  M.) 
 God'j  dominion  over  the  fea,  Pfalm  cvit.  23,  &o 
 
 1  f*i  OD  of  the  feas,  thy  tbund'ring  voice 
 \JX  Makes  all  the  roaring  waves  rejoice  J 
 And  one  foft  word  of  thy  command 
 
 Can  link  them  filent  in  the  fand. 
 
 2  If  but  a  Mofes  wave  thy  rod, 
 
 The  fea  divides,   and  owns  1 1 3  God  ; 
 The  ftormy  floods  their  Maker  knew, 
 And  let  his  chofen  armies  thro'. 
 
 3  The  fcaly  fiocks  amidft  the  fea, 
 
 To  thee,  their  Lord,  a  tribute  pay; 
 The  foeaneft  fiih  that  fwims  the  flood, 
 Leaps  up,  and  means  a  praife  to  God. 
 
iBookll.]  HYMN    LXXI.  159 
 
 $.  [The  larger  mongers  of  the  deep, 
 On  thy  commands  attendance  keep; 
 By  thy  permimon,  fport  and  play, 
 And  cleave  along  their  foaming  way. 
 
 5  If  God  his  voice  of  tempeft  rears, 
 Leviathan  lies  ftill,  and  fears  ; 
 Anon  he  lifts  his  noftrils  high, 
 And  fpouts  the  ocean  to  the  Iky.] 
 
 6  How  is  thy  glorious  pow'r  ador'd, 
 Amidft  thefe  wat'ry  nations,  Lord! 
 Yet  the  bold  men  that  trace  the  feas, 
 Bold  men  !  refufe  their  Maker's  praiie,. 
 
 7  [What  fcenes  of  miracles  they  fee, 
 And  never  tune  a  fong  to  thee ! 
 While  on  the  flood  they  fafely  ride, 
 They  curfe  the  hand  that  fmooths  the  tide, 
 
 8  Anon  they  plunge  in  wat'ry  graves, 
 And  fome  drink  death  among  the  waves : 
 Yet  the  furviving  crew  blafpheme, 
 
 Nor  own  the  God  that  refcu'd  them.] 
 
 9  O,  for  iome  fignal  of  thine  hand  ! 
 vShake  ail  the  feas.,  Lord,  make  the  land: 
 
 Great  judge,  defcend,  left  men  deny 
 That  there's  a  God  that  rules  the  iky. 
 
 From  the  Ixxth  to  the  cviiith  Hymn.  I  hope  the 
 reader  wilt  forgive  the  negleB  of  rhyme  in  the  firft 
 ana  third  lines  of  the  jlanza. 
 
 HYMN    LXXI.     (CM.) 
 
 Praij'e  to  God  from  all  creatures. 
 
 1  npHS  glories  of  my  Maker,  God, 
 J_      My  joyful  voice  mall  fing, 
 And  call  the  nations  to  adore 
 Their  Former  and  their  King. 
 
 E5 
 
160  HYMN    LXXIL  [Book  IT. 
 
 %  'Twas  his  right-hand  that  nSap'd  our  clay, 
 And  wrought  this  human  frame  ; 
 But  from  his  own  immediate  breath 
 Our  nobler  fpirits  came. 
 
 3  We  bring  our  mortal  pow'rs  to  God, 
 
 And  worfhip  with  our  tongues  ; 
 We  claim  Tome  kindred  with  the  ikies, 
 And  join'th'  angelic  fon^s. 
 
 4  Let  grovTmg  b cafes  of  ev'ry  ihape, 
 
 And  fowls  of  ev'ry  wing, 
 And  rocks,  and  trees,  and  iires,  and  fea?, 
 Their  various  tribute  bring. 
 
 5  Ye  planets,  to  his  honour  lhine, 
 
 And  wheels  of  nature  roll: 
 Praife  him  in -your  unwearied  courfe 
 Around  the  lteady  pole. 
 
 6  The  brightness  of  our  Maker's  name 
 
 The  wide  creation  rills, 
 And  his  unbounded  grandeur  files 
 Beyond  the  heav'nly  hills. 
 
 HYMN    LXXII.     (CM.) 
 The  LordV  day:  or,  the  refurre&ioh  of  Chrifr. 
 LESS'D  morning,    whofe  young  dawn- 
 
 \B 
 
 Beheld  our  riling  God  ;  [ing  rays 
 
 That  faw  him  triumph  o'er  the  duft, 
 
 And  leave  his  laft  abode! 
 In  the  cold  prifon  of  a  tomb 
 
 The  dead  Redeemer  lay, 
 Till  the  revolving  fkies  had  brought 
 
 The  third,  th'  appointed  day. 
 Hell  and  the  grave  unite  their  force 
 
 To  hold  our  God,  in  vain  ; 
 The  lleeping  conqueror  arofe, 
 
 And  burft  their  feeble  chain, 
 
Book.  II.]    HYMN  LXXIII.  LXXIV.     i6x 
 
 4  To  thy  great  name,  almighty  Lord,' 
 
 Thefe  facred  hours  we  pay, 
 And  loud  Hofannas  mall  proclaim 
 The  triumph  of  the  day. 
 
 5  [Salvation  and  immortal  praife 
 
 To  our  victorious  King ; 
 Let  heav'a,  and  earth,  and  rocks,  and  feas, 
 With  glad  Hofannas  ring.] 
 
 HYMN    LXXIII.     (CM.) 
 Doubts  fcattered:  or,  fpiritual  joy  reftored, 
 
 I  tjENCE  from  my  foul,  fad  thoughts  be 
 J7i     And  leave  me  to  my  joys  ;        [gone, 
 My  tongue  mall  triumph  in  my  God, 
 And  make  a  joyful  noife. 
 £  Darknefs  and  doubts  had  veil'd  my  mind, 
 And  drown'd  my  head  in  tears, 
 Till  fov'reign  grace  with  mining  rays 
 Difpell'd  my  gloomy  fears. 
 
 3  O,  what  immortal  joys  I  felt, 
 
 And  raptures  all  divine, 
 When  Jefus  told  me,  I  was  his, 
 And  my  Beloved,,  mine  ! 
 
 4  In  vain  the  tempter  frights  my  foul, 
 
 And  breaks  my  peace  in  vain  ; 
 One  glimpfe,  dear  Saviour,  of  thy  face 
 Revives  my  joys  again. 
 
 HYMN    LXXIV.     (S.  M.) 
 
 Repentance  from  a  fenfe  of  divine  goodnefs :  or, 
 complaint  of  ingratitude.' 
 
 'S  this  the  kind  return, 
 And  thefe  the  thanks  we  owe? 
 Thus  to  abufe  eternal  love, 
 Whence  all  our  blefiines  flow! 
 
 I 
 
i6r..  HYMN    LXXV.  [Book  II. 
 
 z      To  what  a  ftubborn  frame 
 Hath:fin  reduc'd  our  mind! 
 What  -ftrange  rebellious  wretches  we, 
 And  God  as  ftrangely  kind! 
 
 3  [On  us  he  bids  the  fun 
 Shed  his  reviving  rays; 
 
 For  us  the  fkies  their  circles  run 
 To  lengthen  out  our  days. 
 
 4  The  brutes  obey  their  God, 
 And  bow  their  necks  to  men; 
 
 But  we  more  bafe,  more  brutiih  things, 
 Reject  his  eafy  reign.] 
 
 5  Turn,  turn  us,  mighty  God! 
 And  mould  our  fouls  afrefh  ; 
 
 .  Break,  fov'reign  grace,  thefe  hearts  of  ftone.a 
 And  give  us  hearts  of  flefh. 
 
 6  Let  part  ingratitude 
 Provoke  our  weeping  eyes, 
 
 And  hourly,  as  new  mercies  fall, 
 ,    Let  hourly  thanks  arife. 
 
 HYMN    LXXV.     (C.  MA       V 
 
 Spiritual  and  eternal  fly :  ci\  th$  &f$jfy\fi&% 
 of  6hrrtt?r    " 
 
 I  TjrROM  thee,  my  God,  my  joys  ihall  rife, 
 JL      And  run  eternal  rounds, 
 Beyond  the  limits  of  the  Ikies, 
 And  all  created  bounds. 
 2.  The  holy  triumphs  of  my  foul 
 Shall  rieath  itfelf  out-brave  j 
 Leave  dull  mortality  behind, 
 And  fly  beyond  the  grave. 
 3  There,  where  my  bieffed  Jefus  reigns 
 In  heav'n's  unmeafur'd  fpace, 
 I'll  l'pend  a  long  eternity 
 In  pleafure  and  in  praife. 
 
Book  II.]         HYMN    LXXVI.  165 
 
 4  Millions  of  years  my  wond'ring  eyes 
 
 Shall  o'er  thy  beauties  rove, 
 And  endlefs  ages  I'll  adore 
 The  glories  of  thy  love. 
 
 5  [Sweet  Jefus  !  ev'ry  fmile  of  thine 
 
 Shall  freih  endearments  bring  ; 
 And  thbufand  taftes  of  new  delight 
 From  all  thy  graces  fpring. 
 
 6  Hafte,  my  Beloved,  fetch  my  foul 
 
 Up  to  thy  blefs'd  abode  ; 
 Fly,  for  my  Spirit  longs  to  fee  / 
 
 My  Saviour  and  my  God. 
 
 HYMN    LXXVI.     (CM.) 
 The  refurre&ion  and  qfcenfuffl  of  Chrift. 
 
 1  tt  OS  ANNA  to  the  Prince  of  Light, 
 il     That  cloth'd  himfelf  in  clay; 
 Enter' d  the  iron  gates  of  death, 
 
 And  tore  the  bars  away. 
 
 2  Death  is  no  more  the  king  of  dread, 
 
 Since  our  Immanuel  rofe; 
 •'  \He  took  the  tyrant's  fting  away, 
 And  fpoil'd.our  hellifh  foes. 
 
 3  See  how  the  Conqu'ror  mounts  aloft, 
 
 And  to  his  Father' flies, 
 With  fears  of  honour  in  his  fieih, 
 And  triumph  in  his  eyes. 
 
 4  There  our  exalted  Saviour  feign.?, 
 
 And  fcatters  blefOngs  down; 
 Our  Jefus  fills  the  middle  feat 
 Of  the  celeflial  throne. 
 
 5  [Raife  your  devotion,  mortal  tongi;; 
 
 To  reach  his  blefs'd  abode  ; 
 Sweet  be  the  accents  of  your  (oxlgs 
 To  our  incarnate  God. 
 
j  64   HYMN  LXXVII.  LXXVIII.  [Book  II, 
 
 6  Bright  angels,  flrike  your  loudeft  firings, 
 Your  fweeteil  voices  raife  ; 
 Let  heav'n  and  all  created  things, 
 Sound  our  Immanuel's  praife.] 
 
 HYMN     LXXVII.     (L.  M.) 
 
 The  Chrifiian  warfare. 
 
 I   [  QTA  N  D  up,  my  foul,  ihake  off'tny  fears, 
 LJ  And  gird  the  gofpel  armour  on; 
 March  to  the  gates  of  endlefs  joy, 
 Where  thy  great  Captain-Saviour's  gone, 
 
 1  Hell  and  thy  fins  refill  thy  courfe, 
 But  hell  and  fin  are  vanquim'd  foes; 
 Thy  Jefus  nail'd  them  to  the  crofs, 
 And  fung  the  triumph  when  he  rofe.] 
 
 3  [What  tho'  the  prince  of  darknefs  rage, 
 And  wafte  the  fury  of  his  fpite ; 
 Eternal  chains  confine  him  down 
 
 To  fi'ry  deeps,  and  endlefs  night. 
 
 4  What  tho'  thine  inward  lulls  rebel; 
 'Tis  but  a  llruggling  gafp  for  life ; 
 The  weapons  of  victorious  grace 
 Shall  flay  thy  fins,  and  end  the  flrife.] 
 
 5  Then  let  my  foul  march  boldly  on, 
 Prefs  forward  to  the  heav'nly  gate; 
 There  peace  and  joy  eternal  reign, 
 And  glittering  robes  for  conqu'rors  wait. 
 
 6  There  ihall  I  wear  a  Harry  crown, 
 And  triumph  in  almighty  grace  ; 
 While  ail  the  armies  of  the  fkies 
 Join  in  my  glorious  Leader's  praife. 
 
 H  Y  M  N    LXXVIII.     (C.  M.) 
 Redemption  by  Chrift. 
 
 WHEN  the  firft  parents  of  our  race 
 RebelTd  and  loll  their  God, 
 And  the  infection  of  their  fin 
 Had  tainted  all  sur  blood  1 
 
Book  II.]         HYMN    LXXIX.  i6: 
 
 2  Infinite  pity  touch'd  the  heart 
 
 Of  the  eternal  Son ; 
 Defcending  from  the  heav'nly  court, 
 He  left  his  Father's  thrcne. 
 
 3  Afide  the  Prince  of  Glory  threw 
 
 His  moft  divine  array, 
 And  wrapp'd  his  Godhead  in  a  veil 
 Of  our  inferior  clay. 
 
 4  His  living  pow'r,  and  dying  love, 
 
 Redeemed  unhappy  men, 
 And  rais'd  the  ruins  of  our  race 
 To  life  and  God  again. 
 
 5  To  thee,  dear  Lord,  our  flefh  and  foul 
 
 We  joyfully  refign ; 
 Blefs'd  Jefus,  take  us  for  thy  own, 
 For  we  are  doubly  thine. 
 
 6  Thy  honour  mail  for  ever  be 
 
 The  bufinefs  of  our  days. 
 For  ever  mall  our  thankful  tongues 
 Speak  thy  deferved  praife. 
 
 HYMN    LXXIX.    (CM.) 
 
 Praife  to  the  Redeemer. 
 
 i  TjLUNG'D  in  a  gulph  of  dark  defpair 
 X       We  wretched  iinners  lay, 
 Without  one  cheerful  beam  of  hope, 
 Or  fpark  of  glimm'ring  day. 
 2,  With  pitying  eyes,  the  Prince  of  Grace 
 Beheld  our  helplefs  grief; 
 He  faw,  and  (O  amazing  love  !) 
 He  ran  to  our  relief. 
 3  Down  from  the  fhining  feats  above 
 With  joyful  hafte  he  fled, 
 Enter'd  the  grave  in  mortal  flefb, 
 And  dwelt  anions:  the  dead. 
 
l66  HYMN    LXXX.  [Book  II. 
 
 4  Ke  fpoii'd  the  pow'rs  of  darknefs  thus, 
 
 And  brake  our  iron  chains  : 
 Jefus  iias  fVeed  our  captive  fouls 
 From  everlafting  pains. 
 5"  [In  vain  the  baffled  prince  of  hell 
 His  curfed  projects  tries  ; 
 We  that  were  doom'd  his  endlefs  flaves, 
 Are  rais'd  above  the  fkies.] 
 
 6  O !  for  this  love,  let  rocks  and  hills 
 
 Their  lafting  filence  break, 
 And  all  harmonious  human  tongues 
 The  Saviour's  praifes  fpeak. 
 
 7  [Yes,  we  will  praife  thee,  dearefi:  Lord 
 
 Our  fouls  are  all  on  flame ; 
 Hofanna  round  the  fpacious  earth 
 To  thine  adored  name.] 
 
 8  Angels!  afiift  our  mighty  joys, 
 
 Strike  all  yow^barps  of  gold  ; 
 But  when  you  raife  your  higheft  notes, 
 His  love  can  ne'er  be  told. 
 
 HYMN    LXXX.     (S.  M.) 
 
 GodV  awful  power  and  goodnefs. 
 
 I       /^\H!  the  almighty  Lord! 
 
 V^/  How  matchlefs  is  his  pow'r! 
 Tremble,  O  earth,  beneath  his  word, 
 "While  all  the  heav'ns  adore. 
 2.       Let  proud  imperious  kings 
 Bow  low  before  his  throne! 
 Crouch  to  his  feet,  ye  haughty  things, 
 Or  he  mall  tread  you  down. 
 3       Above  :he  fkies  he  reigns, 
 And  with  amazing  blows 
 He  deals  unfufferable  pains 
 On  his  rebellious  foes. 
 
[Book  II.  HYMN    XXXf.  167 
 
 4  Yet,  everlafting  God!  . 
 We  love  to  fpeak  thy  praife  ; 
 
 Thy  fceptre's  equal  to  thy  rod, 
 The  fceptre  of  thy  grace. 
 
 5  The  arms  of  mighty  love 
 Defend  our  Sion  well, 
 
 And  heav'nly  mercy  walls  us  round 
 From  Babylon  and  Hell. 
 
 6  Salvation  to  the  King 
 That  fits  enthron'd  above  : 
 
 Thus  we  adore  the  God  of  might, 
 And  blefs  the  God  of  love. 
 
 HYMN     LXXXI.     (CM.) 
 
 Our  fin  the  caufe  of  Chrift\r  death. 
 
 I     AND  now  the  fcales  have  left  mine  eyes, 
 <£*■     Now  I  begin  to  fe«*: 
 O,  the  curs'd  deeds  my  fins  have  done? 
 What  murd'rous  things  they  be! 
 2,  Were  thefe  the  traitors,  deareit  Lord, 
 That  thy  fair  body  tore  ? 
 Monfters,  that  ftain'd  thofe  heav'nly  limbs 
 With  floods  of  purple  gore  ! 
 
 3  Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  had  done 
 
 My  deareft  Lord  was  flain, 
 When  juftice  feiz'd  God's  only  Son, 
 And  put  his  foul  to  pain? 
 
 4  Forgive  my  guilt,  O  Prince  of  Peace : 
 
 Fll  wound  my  God  no  more : 
 Hence  from  my  heart,  ye  fins  be  gone, 
 For  jefus  I  adore. 
 
 5  Furniih  me,  Lord,  with  heav'nly  arms., 
 
 From  grace's  magazine, 
 
 .    And  I'll  proclaim  eternal  war 
 
 With  ev'ry  darling  fin. 
 
i58  HYMN  LXXXII.  LXXXIII.  [Book  II, 
 
 HYMN     LXXXII.     (CM.) 
 
 Redemption  and  prote&ion  from  fpiritual  enemies 
 
 i     a  RISE,  my  foul,  my  joyful  pow'rs, 
 j£\     And  triumph  in  my  God  ; 
 Awake,  my  voice,  and  loud  proclaim 
 His  glorious  grace  abroad* 
 
 2  He  rais'd  me  from  the  deeps  of  fin, 
 
 The  gates  of  gaping  hell, 
 And  fix'd  my  ftanding  more  fecure 
 Than  'twas  before  I  fell. 
 
 3  The  arms  of  everlafting  love 
 
 Beneath  my  foul  he  plac'd, 
 And  on  the  rock  of  ages  fet 
 My  ilipp'ry  footfteps  fair. 
 
 4  The  city  of  my  blefs'd  abode 
 
 Is  wall'd  around  with  grace; 
 Salvation  for  a  bulwark  ftands 
 To  ihield  the  facred  place. 
 
 5  Satan  may  vent  his  iharpeft  fpite, 
 
 And  all  his  legions  roar; 
 Almighty  mercy  guards  my  life, 
 
 And  bounds  his  raging  pow'r. 
 ')  Arife,  my  foul,  awake,  my  voice, 
 
 And  tunes  of  pieafure  fing; 
 Loud  hallelujahs  mail  addrefs 
 
 My  Saviour  and  ray  Ki 
 
 H  Y  M  N    LXXXIII.     (C.  M.) 
 
 Ih2  paffion  and  exaltation  of  Chrift. 
 
 rPHUS  faith  the  ruler  of  the  ikies, 
 JL      "  Awake,  my  dreadful  f word; 
 
 "  Awake,  my  wrath,  and  finite  the 
 "  My  fellow/'  faith  the  Lord. 
 
 Vcng'ance  receiv'd  the  dread  comix 
 And  armed,  down  he  flies; 
 
 Jefus  fubmits  t'  his  Father's  hand. 
 And  bows  his  head,  and  dies. 
 
DoklL]  HYMN    LXXXIV.  16$ 
 
 3  But  O!  the  wifdom  and  the  grace 
 
 That  join  with  veng'ance  now; 
 He  dies  to  faveour  guilty  race, 
 And  yet  he  rifes  too. 
 
 4  A  perfon  fo  divine  was  he, 
 
 Who  yielded  to  be  flain, 
 That  he  could  give  his  foul  away, 
 And  take  his  life  again. 
 
 5  Live,  glorious  Lord  !  and  reign  on  high ; 
 
 Let  ev'ry  nation  fing, 
 And  angels  found  with  endlefs  joy 
 The  Saviour  and  the  king. 
 
 H  Y  M  N    LXXXIV.     (S.  M.) 
 The  fame. 
 
 1  /-*i  OME,  ail  harmonious  tongues, 
 V>  Your  nobleft  mulic  bring, 
 
 'Tis  Chrift  the  everlafting  God, 
 And  Chrift  the  man,  we  ling. 
 
 2  Tell  how  he  took  our  fleih, 
 To  take  away  our  guilt: 
 
 Sing  the  dear  drops  of  facred  blooa 
 That  b-glliih  moniters  fpilt. 
 
 3  [Alas  I  the  cr-uel  fpear 
 Went  deep  into  his  fide, 
 
 And  the  rich  flood  of  purple  gore 
 Their  mfifd'rous  weapons  dy'd.] 
 
 4  [The  waves  of  fwelling  grief 
 Did  o'er  his  bofom  roll, 
 
 And  mountains  of  almighty  wrath 
 
 Lay  heavy  on  his  foul.] 
 ;       Down  to  the  fhades  of  death 
 
 He  bow'd  his  awful  head  ; 
 Yet  he  arofe  to  live  and  reign 
 
 When  death  itfelf  is  dead. 
 
170  HYMN    LXXXV.        [Book  II. 
 
 6  No  more  the  bloody  fpear, 
 The  crofs  and  nails  no  more; 
 
 For  hell  itfelf  lliakes  at  his  name, 
 And  all  the  heav'ns  adore, 
 
 7  There  the  Redeemer  fits 
 High  on  the  Father's  throne; 
 
 The  Father  lays  his  veng'ance  by, 
 And  fmiles  upon  his  Son. 
 
 8  There  his  full  glories  lhine 
 With  uncreated  rays, 
 
 And  blefs  his  faints  and  angels  eyes 
 To  everlarting  days. 
 
 HYMN    LXXXV.     (C.  M.) 
 
 Sufficiency  of  pardon. 
 
 1  TI7HY  does  your  face,  ye  humble  fouls, 
 
 V  /      Thofe  mournful  colours  wear! 
 What  doubts  are  thefe  that  wafte  your  faith, 
 And  nourifh  your  defpair? 
 
 2  What  tho'  your  num'rous  fins  exceed 
 
 The  ftars  that  fill  the  ikies, 
 And  aiming  at  th'  eternal  throne, 
 Like  pointed  mountains  rife  : 
 
 3  What  tho7  your  mighty  guilt  beyond 
 
 The  wide  creation  fwell. 
 And  has  its  curs'd  foundations  laid 
 Low  as  the  deeps  of  hell: 
 
 4  See  here  an  endiefs  ocean  flows 
 
 Of  never-failing  grace; 
 Behold  a  dying  Saviour's  veins 
 The  facred  flood  increafe  : 
 
 5  It  rifes  high,  and  drowns  the  hills. 
 
 Has  neither  more  nor  bound  : 
 Now,  if  we  fearch  to  find  our  fins, 
 Our  fins  can  ne'er  be  found. 
 
Jook  II.]  HYMN  LXXXVI.  LXXXVII.  171 
 
 1  Awake,  our  hearts,  adore  the  grace 
 That  buries  ali  our  faults, 
 Jind  pard'ning  blood,  that  fwells  above 
 Our  follies,  and  our  thoughts. 
 
 HYMN    LXXXVI.     (C.  M.) 
 
 Freedom  from  fin  and  mifery  in  heaven. 
 
 OUR  fins,  alas  !  how  ftrong  they  be  ! 
 And  like  a  violent  fea, 
 They  break  our  duty.  Lord,   to  thee, 
 
 And  hurry  us  away. 
 The  waves  of  trouble,  how  they  rife  I 
 
 How  loud  the  tempefts  roar ! 
 But  death  fhall  land  our  weary  fouls 
 
 Safe  on  the  heav'nly  lhore. 
 There,  to  fulfil  his  fweet  commands 
 
 Our  fpeedy  feet  mall  move ; 
 No  fin  fhall  clog  our  winged  zeal, 
 
 Or  cool  our  burning  love. 
 
 4  There  fhall  we  fit,  and  fing,  and  tell 
 
 The  wonders  of  his  grace, 
 'Till  heav'nly  raptures  fire-  our  hearts, 
 And  fmile  in  ev'ry  face. 
 
 5  For  ever  his  dear  facred  name 
 
 Shall  dwell  upon  our  tongue, 
 And  Jefus  and  Salvation  be 
 The  clofe  of  ev'ry  fong. 
 
 HYMN    LXXXVII.     (C.  M.) 
 
 The  divine  glories  above  our  reafon. 
 
 HO  W  wondrous  great,  how  glorious 
 Muft  our  Creator  be,  [bright 
 
 Who  dwells  amidft  the  dazzling  light 
 Of  yaft  infinity! 
 
Jjz  HYMN    LXXXVIIL       [Book  H, 
 
 a  Our  foaring  fpirits  upwards  rife 
 T'ward  the  celellial  throne  : 
 Fain  would  we  fee  the  bleffed  Three, 
 And  the  almighty  One. 
 
 3  Our  reafon  ftretcnes  ali  its  wings, 
 
 And  climbs  above  the  fk; 
 But  frill  how  far  beneath  thy  feet 
 Our  grov'ling  reafon  lies  ! 
 
 4  [Lord  !  here  we  bend  our  humble  fouls> 
 
 And  awfully  adore; 
 For  the  weak,  pinions  of  our  mind 
 Can  ftretch  a  thou  ht  no  more.] 
 
 5  Thy  glories  infinitely  rife 
 
 Above  our  lab'ring  tongue; 
 In  vain  the  higheft  feraph  tries 
 To  form  an  equal  long. 
 
 6  [In  humble  n  >tes  our  faith  adores 
 
 The  great  rnyfrerious  King, 
 While  angels  ftrain  their  nobler  prow'rs, 
 And  fweep  th'  immortal  firing.] 
 
 HYMN    LXXXVIII.    (CM.) 
 
 Salvation. 
 
 I   SALVATION!  O,  the  joyful  found: 
 O     'Tis  pleafure  to  our  ears; 
 A  fov'reign  balm  for  ev'ry  wound, 
 A  cordial  for  our  fears. 
 z  BuryM  in  forrow  and  in  fin, 
 At  hell's  dark,  door  we  lay; 
 But  we  arife  by  grace  divine 
 To  fee  a  heav'nly  day. 
 3  Salvation!  let  the  echo  fly 
 The  fpacious  earth  around, 
 While  ail  the  armies  of  the  fky 
 Confpire  to  raife  the  found. 
 
Book  II.]    HYMN  LXXXIX.  XC  17. 
 
 HYMN    LXXXIX.     (CM.) 
 
 ChriftV  viftory  over  Satan. 
 
 1  TTOSANNA  to  our  conqu'ring  King! 
 ii     The  prince  of  darknefs  flies, 
 His  troops  rufh  headlong  down  to  hell, 
 Like  lightning  from  the  flries. 
 a  There  bound  in  chains,  the  lions  roar, 
 And  fright  the  refcu'd  iheep ; 
 But  heavy  bars  confine  their  pow'r 
 And  malice  to  the  deep. 
 
 3  Hofanna  to  our  conqu'ring  King! 
 
 All  hail,  incarnate  love! 
 Ten  thoufand  fongs  and  glories  wait 
 To  crown  thy  head  above. 
 
 4  Thy  vict'ries  and  thy  deathlefs  fame 
 
 Thro'  the  wide  world  fhall  run, 
 And.  ever-lafting  ages  fing 
 The  triumphs  thou  haft  won. 
 
 HYMN    XC.     (CM.) 
 
 Faith  in  Chrift  for  pardon  and  fanQification* 
 
 a  T  TOW  fad  our  ftate  by  nature  is! 
 il     Our  fin  how  deep  it  (tains  ! 
 And  Satan  binds  our  captive  minds 
 Fall  in  his  flaviih  chains. 
 1  But  there's  a  voice  of  fov'reign  grace 
 Sounds  from  the  facred  word  ; 
 "  Ho!  ye  defpairing  finners,  come, 
 "  And  rruft  upon  the  Lord." 
 3  My  foul  obeys  th'  almighty  call, 
 And  nms  to  this  relief; 
 I  would  believe  thy  promlfe,  Lord| 
 O !  help  my  unbelief. 
 
i74  HYMN    XCI.  [Book  IT 
 
 4  [To  the  dear  fountain  of  thy  blood, 
 
 Incarnate  God  !  1  fly  ! 
 Here  let  me  wafh  my  fpotted  foul 
 From  crimes  of  deepeft  dye. 
 
 5  Stretch  out  thine  arm,  victorious  King, 
 
 My  reigning  fins  fubdue  ; 
 Drive  the  old  dragon  from  his  feat, 
 With  alt  his  heilith  crew.] 
 
 6  A  guilty,  weak,    and  helplefs  worm, 
 
 On  thy  kind  arms  I  fail  : 
 Be  thou  my  ftrength  and  righteoufnefs, 
 Myjefus,  and  my  all. 
 
 oH 
 
 HYMN     XCI.     (CM.) 
 
 The  glory  of  Chrift  in  heaven. 
 
 ,  the  delights,  the  heav'nly  joys, 
 The  glories  of  the  place, 
 Where  Jefus  .beds  the  brighteft  beams 
 Of  his  o'erflowing  grace  ! 
 %  Sweet  majefty  and  awful  love 
 Sit  fmiling  on  his  brow, 
 And  all  the  glorious  ranks  above 
 At  humble  ditfance  bow. 
 
 3  [Princes  to  his  imperial  name 
 
 Bend  their  bright  fceptres  down  : 
 Dominions,  thrones,  and  pow'rs  rejoice 
 To  fee  him  wear  the  crown. 
 
 4  Archangels  found  his  lofty  praife. 
 
 Thro'  ev'ry  heav'nly  ftreet, 
 And  lay  their  higheft  honours  down 
 Submimve  at  his  feet. 
 
 5  Thofe  foft,  thofe  blefled  feet  of  his 
 
 That  once  rude  iron  tore, 
 High  on  a  throne  of  light  they  Hand, 
 Anrl  all  the  faints  adore. 
 
Book  II. j  HYMN    CXII.  i;> 
 
 6  His  head,  the  dear  raajeftic  head 
 
 That  cruel  thorns  did  wound, 
 See  what  immortal  glories  ihine, 
 And  circle  it  around  !] 
 
 7  This  is  the  man,  th7  exalted  man 
 
 Whom  we  uuleen  adore  ; 
 But  when  our  eyes  behold  his  face, 
 Our  hearts  mall  love  him  more. 
 
 8  [Lord,  how  our  fouls  are  all  on  fire 
 
 To  fee  thy  blelVd  abode; 
 Our  tongues  rejoice  in  tunes  of  praife 
 To  our  incarnate  God  ! 
 
 9  And  while  our  faith  enjoys  this  fight, 
 
 We  long  to  leave  our  clay; 
 And  wifh  thy  fi'ry  chariots,  Lord, 
 To  fetch  our  fouls  away.] 
 
 HYMN    XCII.     (CM.) 
 
 The  chirchfaved,  and  her  enemies  difappointed. 
 Cmpofed  the  $th  of  November,   1694. 
 
 I    QHQTJT  to  the  Lord,  and  let  our  joys 
 O     Thro*  the  whole  nation  run  ; 
 Ye  Britith  Ikies,  refouud  the  noife 
 Beyond  the  riling  fun. 
 S  Thee,  mighty  God  !  our  fouls  admire  ; 
 Thee  our  glad  voices  fing  ; 
 And  join  with  the  celeftial  choir 
 To  praife  the  eternal  King. 
 
 3  Thy  po.w'r  the  whole  creation  rules, 
 
 And  on  the  ft  any  Ikies 
 Sits  iraiiing  at  the  weak,  defigns 
 Thine  envious  foes  devife. 
 
 4  Thy  fcorn  derides  their  feeble  rage, 
 
 And  with  an  awful  frown 
 Flings  raft  confuiion  on  their  plots, 
 And  ikakes  their  Babel  down. 
 
i  76  HYMN    XCIII.  [Book  II. 
 
 5  [Their  fecret  fires  in  caverns  lay 
 
 And  wc  the  facrifice: 
 But  gloomy  caverns  {trove  in  vain 
 To  'fcape  all-fearching  eyes. 
 
 6  Their  dark,  defigns  were  all  reveal'd, 
 
 Their  treafons  all  betray'd  r 
 Praife  to  the  Lord,  that  broke  thefoarc 
 Their  curfed  hands  had  laid.] 
 
 7  In  vain  the  br.fy  ions  of  hel{ 
 
 Still  new  rebellions  try, 
 Their  fouls  mall  pine  with  envious  rage., 
 And  vex  away,  and  die. 
 
 8  Almighty  grace  defends  our  land 
 
 From  their  malicious  pow'r: 
 Let  Britain  with  united  fongs 
 Almighty  grace  adore. 
 
 HYMN    XCIII.    (5.M.) 
 
 God  all,  and  in  all,  Pfaim  Ixxiii.  25* 
 
 i       "|\/fY  God,  my  life,  my  love; 
 IVi  To  thee,  to  thee  I  call; 
 I  cannot  live  if  thou  remove, 
 For  thou  art  all  in  all. 
 
 2  [Thy  mining  grace  can  cheer 
 This  dungeo.n  where  I  dwell ; 
 
 'Tis  Paradife  when  thou  art  here; 
 If  thou  depart,  'tis  hell.] 
 
 3  [The  fmilings  of  thy  face, 
 How  amiable  they  are! 
 
 ;Tis  heaven  to  reft  in  thine  embrace, 
 And  no  where  eUc  but  there.] 
 
 4  [To  thee,  and  thee  alone, 
 The  angels  owe  their  hlifs  ; 
 
 They  fit  around  thy  gracious  throne, 
 And  dwell  where  Jefus  is.] 
 
Book  II.]  HYMN    XCIV.  177 
 
 5  [Not  all  the  harps  above 
 Can  make  a  heav'nly  place, 
 
 If  God  his  refidence  remove, 
 Or  but  conceal  his  face.] 
 
 6  Nor  earth,  nor  all  the  Iky, 
 Can  one  delight  afford  ; 
 
 No,  not  a  drop  of  real,  joy, 
 "Without  thy  prefence,  Lord. 
 
 7  Thou  art  the  lea  of  love, 
 Where  all  my  pleafures  roll: 
 
 Th^  circle  where  my  patiions  move, 
 
 And  centre  of  my  foul. 
 S       [To  thee  my  fpirits  fly 
 
 With  infinite  defire : 
 And  yet,  how  far  from  thee  I  lie  ! 
 
 Dearjefus,  raife  me  higher.] 
 
 HYMN    XCIV.     (C.  M.) 
 God  my  only  happinefs,  Pfahn  Ixxiii.  25, 
 
 1  A/fY"  God,  my  portion,  and  my  love, 
 lVX     My  everlafting  all, 
 
 J've  none  but  thee  in  heav'n  above, 
 Or  on  this  earthly  ball. 
 
 2  [What  empty  things  are  all  the  ikies, 
 
 And  this  inferior  clod  ! 
 There's  nothing  here  deferves  my  joys, 
 There's  nothing  like  my  God.] 
 
 3  [In  vain  the  bright,  the  burning  fun 
 
 Scatters  his  feeble  light: 
 'Tis  thy  fvveet  beams  create  my  noon; 
 If  thou  withdraw,  'tis  night. 
 
 4  And  whilft  upon  my  refilefs  bed, 
 
 Amougft  the  ihades  I  roll, 
 If  my  Redeemer  ihews  his  head, 
 'Tis  morning  with  my  foul.] 
 
i;3  HYMN     XCV.  [Book! 
 
 5  To  thee  we  owe  our  wealth  and  friends, 
 
 And  health,  and  fafe  abode: 
 Thanks  to  thy  name  for  meaner  things, 
 But  they  are  not  my  God. 
 
 6  How  vain  a  toy  is  glitt'ring  wealth, 
 
 If  once  compar'd  to  thee  ? 
 Or  what's  my  i'afety  or  my  health, 
 Or  all  my  friends  to  me? 
 
 7  Were  I  potieiTor  of  the  earth, 
 
 And  cali'd  the  ftars  my  own  ; 
 Without  thy  graces,   and  thyfelf, 
 I  were  a  wretch  undone.  . 
 
 8  Let  others  ltretch  their  arms  like  fea?, 
 
 And  grafp  in  all  the  more : 
 Grant  me  the  vifits  of  thy  face. 
 And  I  defire  no  more. 
 
 HYMN     XCV.     (CM.) 
 
 Look  on  bin  whom  they  pierced,  and  m 
 
 i   TN  FINITE  grief!  amazing  woe  ! 
 A     Behold  my  bleeding  Lord  ! 
 Hell  and  the  Jews  confpire  his  death, 
 And  us'd  the  Roman  fword. 
 a  O,  the  rtiafp  pangs  of  fmarting  pain, 
 My  dear  Redeemer  bore  ! 
 When  knotty  whips  and  jagged  thorns 
 His  f acred  body  tore! 
 
 3  But  knotty  whips  and  jagged  thorns 
 
 In  vain  do  I  accufet 
 !    In  vain  I  blame  the  Roman  bands, 
 And  the  more  fpiteful  Jews: 
 
 4  'Twere  you,  my  fins,  my  cruel  fins. 
 
 His  chief  tormentors  were; 
 Each  of  my  crimes  became  a  nail, 
 And  unbelief  the  fpear. 
 
Book  II.]  HYMN    XCVL  i7g 
 
 5  'Twere  you  that  pull'd  the  veng'ance  down 
 
 Upon  his  guiltlefs  head; 
 Break,  break,  my  heart !  O  built  mine  eyes# 
 And  let  my  forrows  bleed. 
 
 6  Strike,  mighty  grace,  my  flinty  foul, 
 
 Till  melting  waters  flow, 
 And  deep  repentance  drown  mine  eyes 
 In  undiiTembled  woe, 
 
 HYMN    XCVI.     (CM.) 
 
 Diftinguifhing  love:    or,   angels  puni/hed,    and 
 men  faved, 
 
 2  t\OWN  headlong  from  their  native  fkieSj 
 X_J     The  rebel  angels  fell, 
 And  thunder-bolts  of  flaming  wrath 
 Purfu'd  them  deep  to  hell. 
 
 2  Down  from  the  top  of  earthly  blifs 
 
 Rebellious  man  was  hurl'd  ; 
 And  Jefus  ftoop'd  beneath  the  grave"    • 
 To  reach  a  finking  world. 
 
 3  O,  love  of  infinite  degree! 
 
 Unmeafurable  grace  ! 
 Muft  heavVs  eternal  darling  die 
 To  fave  a  trait'rous  racer 
 
 4  Muft  angels  link  for  ever  dowiij 
 
 And  burn  in  quenchleis  fire, 
 While  God  forfakes  his  mining  tnrdrti 
 To  raife  us  wretches  higher  r 
 
 5  O,  for  this  love  let  earth  and  Ikies 
 
 With  hallelujahs  ring, 
 And  the  full  choir  of  human  tongues 
 All  hallelujahs  .fine. 
 
jSo      HYMN  XCVIL  XCVIII.     [Book  I 
 
 HYMN    XCVIL     (L.  M.) 
 
 Tlie  fame. 
 
 2    pROM  heav'n  the  finning  angels  fell, 
 JP    And  wrath  and  darkneis  chain'd.  then 
 
 down ; 
 But  man,  vile  man,  forfook  his  biffs, 
 And  mercy  lifts  him  to  a  crown. 
 
 2  Amazing  work  of  i'ov'reign  grace, 
 That  could  diilinguim  rebels  fo! 
 Oar  guilty  treafons  call'd  aloud 
 For  everlafting  fetters  too. 
 
 3  To  thee,  to  thee,  almighty  Love, 
 Our  fouls,  ourfelves,  our  all  we  pay: 
 Millions  of  tongues  mail  found  thy  praife 
 On  the  bright  hills  of  heav'nly  day. 
 
 HYMN    XCVIII.     (CM.)      • 
 
 Hardnefs  cf  heart  complained  of. 
 
 j  •»  rY  heart,  how  dreadful  hard  it  is! 
 JV1  How  heavy  here  it  lies  ! 
 Heavv  and  uold  within  my  b.feaft, 
 Juft  like  a  rock  of  ice  ! 
 
 2  Sin,  like  a  raging  tyrant  fits 
 
 Upon  this  flinty  throne, 
 And  ev'ry  grace  lies  bury'd  deep 
 Beneath  this  heart  of  ftone, 
 
 3  How  feldom  do  I  rife  to  God, 
 
 Or  tafle  the  joys  above! 
 This  mountain  prefles  down  my  faith, 
 Aim  chills  my  flaming  love. 
 
 4  When  fmiling  mercy  courts  my  foul, 
 
 With  all  its  heav'nly  charms, 
 This  ftubborn,  this  relentlefs  thing, 
 Would  thruit  it  from  my  arms. 
 
Book  II.]        HYMN    XCIX.  181 
 
 5  Againft  the  thunders  of  thy  word 
 
 Rebellious  I  have  flood  ; 
 My  heart,  it  fhakes  not  at  the  wrath 
 And  terrors  of  a  God. 
 
 6  Dear  Saviour,  fteep  this  rock  of  mine 
 
 In  thine  own  crimfon  lea  ! 
 None  but  a  bath  of  blood  divine 
 Can  melt  the  flint  away. 
 
 HYMN    XCIX.    (CM.) 
 
 The  book  of  God's  decrees. 
 
 1  4J   ET  the  whole  race  of  creatures  lie 
 -Lj     Abas'd  r  efore  their  God  ; 
 Whate'er  his  fov'reign  voice  has  fornvVl 
 He  governs  with  a  nod. 
 %  [Ten  thoufand  ages  ere  the  ikies 
 Were  iuto  motion  brought, 
 AH  the  long  years  and  worlds  to  coins 
 Stood  pre  feat  to  his  thought. 
 
 3  There's  noc  a  Sparrow  or  i.  worm 
 
 Bin's  found  in  his  decrees ; 
 He  raifes  monarchs  to  their  throne8 
 And  finks  them  as  he  pleafe.] 
 
 4  If  light  attends  the  courfe  I  run, 
 
 *Tis  he  provides  thofe  rays  ; 
 And  'tis  his  hand  that  hides  my  fun, 
 If  darknefs  cloud  my  days. 
 
 5  Yet  I  would  not  be  much  concenrd3 
 
 Nor  vainly  long  to  fee 
 The  volumes  of  this  deep  decrees, 
 What  months  are  writ  for  me. 
 
 6  When  he  reveals  the  book  of  "life, 
 
 Oj  mzy  I  read  ray  name 
 Araoagft  the  chofen  of  his  love. 
 The  follow'rs  of  the  Lamb  I 
 
 F  2 
 
i8z  HYMN    C.  [Book  II 
 
 HYMN    C.    (L.  M.) 
 
 The  prefcnce  of  Chrift  w  ffo  /(/*  0/  my  foul, 
 
 1  tt  O  W  full  of  anguifli  is  the  thought, 
 JnL  How  it  diftracts  and  tears  my  heart, 
 
 If  God  at  laft,  my  Ibv'reign  judge, 
 Should  frown,  and  bid  my  foul,  "  Depart 
 2.  Lord,  when  I  quit  this  earthly  ftage, 
 Where  mall  I  fly,  but  to  thy  breaft? 
 For  I  have  fought  no  other  home  ; 
 For  I  have  learn'd  no  other  reft. 
 
 3  I  cannot  live  contented  here 
 Without  fome  glimpfes  of  thy  face  ; 
 And  heav'n,  without  thy  prefenoe  there, 
 WTill  be  a  dark  and  tirefome  place. 
 
 4  When  earthly  cares  engrofs  the  day. 
 And  hold  my  thoughts  afide  from  thee, 
 The  mining  hours  of  cheerful  light 
 And  long  and  tedious  years  to  me. 
 
 5  And  if  no  ev'ning  viiit's  paid 
 Between  my  Saviour  and  my  foul, 
 How  dull  the  night !  how  fad  the  lhadel 
 How  mournfully  the  minutes  roll ! 
 
 6  This  fleih  of  mine  might  learn  as  fooa 
 To  live,  yet  part  with  all  my  blood  ; 
 To  breathe,  when  vital  air  is  gone, 
 Or  thrive  and  grow  without  my  food. 
 
 7  [Chrift  is  my  light,  my  life,  my  care, 
 My  blefted  hope,  my  heav'nly  prize  ; 
 Baarer  than  all  my  paflions  are, 
 
 My  limbs,  my  bowels,  or  my  eyes. 
 
 8  The  firings  that  twine  about  my  heart, 
 Tortures  and  racks  may  tear  them  off; 
 But  they  can  never,  never  part 
 
 VV'ith  their  dear  hold  of  Chrift  my  love.] 
 
Book  II.]  tfYMN    CI.  185 
 
 $  [My  God  !  and  can  an  humble  child 
 That  loves  thee  with  a  flame  fo  high, 
 Be  ever  from  thy  face  exil'd 
 Without  the  pity  of  thine  eye? 
 10  Impolfible!— For  thine  own  hands 
 Have  ty'd  my  heart  fo  faft  to  thee, 
 And  in  thy  book  the  promife  (lands, 
 That  where  thou  art,  thy  friends  mud  be.] 
 
 HYMN     CI.     (C.  M.) 
 The  world's  three  chief  temptations.    . 
 
 1  TT7HEN  in  the  light  of  faith  divine, 
 
 VV      We  look  on  things  below, 
 Honour,  and  gold,  and  fenfual  joy, 
 How  vain,  and  dang'rous  too. 
 
 2  [Honour's  a  puff  of  noify  breath ; 
 
 Yet  men  expofe  their  blood, 
 And  venture  everlafting  death 
 To  gain  that  airy  good. 
 
 3  While  others  itarve  the  nobler  mind, 
 
 And  feed  on  mining  dull, 
 They  rob  the  ferpent  of  his  food,. 
 T'  indulge  a  fordid  luft.j 
 
 4  The  pleasures  that  allure  our  fenfe, 
 
 Are  dang'rous  mares  to  fouls  ! 
 There's  but  a  drop  of  flattering  fweet, 
 And  dafh'd  with  bitter  bowls* 
 
 5  God  is  my  all-fufficient  good, 
 
 My  portion  and  my  choice  ; 
 
 In  him  my  vaft  defires  are  fill'd, 
 
 And  all  my  pow'rs  rejoice. 
 
 6  In  vain  the  world  accofts  my  ear, 
 
 And  tempts  my  heart  anew  : 
 I  cannot  buy  your  blifs  fo  dear, 
 Nor  part  with  heav'n  for  you, 
 
1 84  HYMN  CII.  CIII.        [Book  II. 
 
 HYMN    CII.    (L.  M.) 
 
 A  happy  refwre&ion, 
 
 i  "\JO,  I'll  repine  at  death  no  more, 
 JlN   But  with  a  cheerful  gafp  refign 
 To  the  cold  dungeon  of  the  grave 
 Thefe  dying,  with'ring  limbs  of  mine, 
 
 2  Let  worms  devour  my  wafting  flefh, 
 And  crumble  all  my  bones  to  duft; 
 My  God  mail  raife  my  frame  anew 
 At  the  revival  of  the  juft, 
 
 3  Break,  facred  morning,  thro' the  ikies, 
 Bring  that  delightful,  dreadful  day; 
 
 Cut  lhort  the  hours,  dear  Lord,  and  comej 
 Thy  ling'ring  wheels  how  long  they  ftay ! 
 
 4  [Our  weary  fpirits  faint  to  fee 
 The  light  of  thy  returning  face, 
 And  hear  the  language  of  thofe  lips, 
 Where  God  hath  ftied  his  richeft  grace.] 
 
 5  [Haite  then  upon  the  wings  of  love, 
 Koufe  all  the  pious  fleeping  clay, 
 That  we  may  join  in  heav'nly  joys, 
 And  ling  the  triumph  of  the  day.] 
 
 HYMN    CIII.     (CM.) 
 ChrifV*  commijfion,  John  iii.  16,  17. 
 
 I  piOME,  happy  fouls,  approach  your  God 
 V>*     With  now  melodious  long; 
 Come,  tender  to  almighty  grace 
 The  tribute  of  your  tongues. 
 1  So  ftrange,  fo  boundlefs  was  the  love 
 That  pityM  dying  men, 
 The  Father  fent  his  equal  Son 
 To  give  them  life  again. 
 3  Thy  hands,  dear  Jefus,  were  not  arm'd 
 With  a  revenging  rod, 
 No  hard  commiifion  to  perform 
 The  veng'ance  of  a  God. 
 
BookH.]  HYMN     CIV.  185 
 
 4  But  all  was  mercy,  all  was  mild, 
 •  And  wrath  forfook  the  throne, 
 When  Chrift  on  the  kind  errand  came, 
 
 And  brought  falvation  down. 
 
 5  Here,  fmners,  you  may  heal  your  wounds^ 
 
 And  wipe  your  forrows  dry  : 
 Truft  in  the  mighty  Saviour's  nam?, 
 
 And  you  lhall  never  die. 
 5  See,  deareft  Lord,  our  willing  fouls 
 
 Accept  thine  offer'd  grace; 
 We  blefs  the  great  Redeemer's  love. 
 
 And  give  the  Father  praife. 
 
 HYMN     CIV.     (S.  M.) 
 
 The  fame. 
 
 X       T}  A ISE  your  triumphant  fonga 
 jLv  To  an  immortal  tune, 
 Let  the  wide  earth  refound  the  deeds 
 Celeftial  grace  has  done, 
 a      Sing  how  eternal  love 
 Its  chief  Beloved  chofe, 
 And  bid  him  raife  our  wretched  race 
 From  their  abyfs  of  woes. 
 
 3  His  hand  no  thunder  bears, 
 Nor  terror  clothes  his  brow, 
 
 No  bolts  to  drive  our  guilty  fouls 
 To  fiercer  flames  below. 
 
 4  'Twas  mercy  fili'd  the  throne, 
 And  wrath  flood  filent  by, 
 
 When  Chrift  was  lent  with  pardons  down, 
 To  rebels  doom'd  to  die. 
 
 5  Now,  fmners,  dry  your  tears,         1 
 Let  hopelefs  forrow  ceafe  ; 
 
 Sow  to  the  fceptre  of  his  love, 
 And  take  the  offer'd  peace. 
 
186  HYMN  CV.  CVI.        Book  IU 
 
 0      Lord,  we  obey  thy  call; 
 We  lay  an  humble  claim 
 To  the  falvation  thou  haft  brought, 
 And  love  and  praife  thy  name. 
 HYMN     CV.     (CM.) 
 Repentance  flowing  from  the  patience  of  God. 
 
 %     A  ND  are  we  wretches  yet  alive; 
 ix.    And  do  we  yet  rebel? 
 'Tis  boundlefs,  'tis  amazing  love, 
 That  bears  us  up  from  hell ! 
 1  The  burden  of  our  weighty  guilt 
 Would  link  us  down  to  flames, 
 And  threatening  veng'ance  rolls  above, 
 To  crufh  our  feeble  frames. 
 
 3  Almighty  goodnefs  cries,  "Forbear;7' 
 
 And  ftrait  the  thunder  flays: 
 And  dare  we  now  provoke  his  wrath, 
 And  weary  out  his  grace? 
 
 4  Lord,  we  have  long  abus'd  thy  love, 
 
 Too  long  indulg'd  our  fin: 
 Our  aching  hearts  e'en  bleed  to  fee 
 What  rebels  we  have  been. 
 
 5  No  more,  ye  lufts,  mall  ye  command; 
 
 No  more  will  we  obey: 
 Stretch  out,  O  God,  thy  conqu'ring  hand, 
 And  drive  thy  foes  away. 
 
 HYMN    CVL     (CM.) 
 
 Repentance  at  the  crofs. 
 
 I  f\H,  if  my  foul  were  form'd  for  woe, 
 V_/     How  would  I  vent  my  fighs  ! 
 Repentance  ftiould  like  rivers  flow 
 From  both  my  ftreaming  eyes. 
 2,  'Twas  for  my  fins,  my  deareft  Lord 
 Hung  on  the  curfed  tree, 
 And  groan'd  away  a  dying  life, 
 For  thee,  my  foul,  for  thee. 
 
Book  II.]        HYMN    cVlt  187 
 
 3  O,  how  I  hate  thofe  lulls  of  mine 
 
 That  crucify'd  my  God  ; 
 Thofe  fins  that  piere'd  and  nail'd  his  flefh. 
 Fall  to  the  fatal  wood ! 
 
 4  Yes,  ray  Redeemer,  they  fhall  die, 
 
 My  heart  hath  fo  decreed  ; 
 Nor  will  I  fpare  the  guilty  things 
 That  made  my  Saviour  bleed. 
 
 5  Whilfl  with  a  melting  broken  heart 
 
 My  murder'd  Lord  I  view, 
 I'll  raife  revenge  againfl  my  fms, 
 And  flay  the  murd'rers  too. 
 
 HYMN     CVII.     (CM.) 
 
 The  everlafiing  abfence  of  God  intolerable 
 
 1  HPH  AT  awful  day  will  furely  come, 
 A      Th'  appointed  hour  makes  hafte.. 
 When  I  mull  Hand  before  my  judge, 
 And  pafs  the  folemn  telh 
 2.  Thou  lovely  chief  of  all  my  joys, 
 Thou  fov'reign  of  my  heart, 
 How  could  I  bear  to  hear  thy  voice 
 Pronounce  the  found,  "  Depart?'* 
 
 3  [The  thunder  of  that  difmal  word, 
 
 Would  fo  torment  my  ear, 
 'Twould  tear  my  foul  afunder,  Lord, 
 With  moll  tormenting  fear.j 
 
 4  [What,  to  be  baniih'd  for  my  life, 
 
 And  yet  forbid  to  die  ! 
 To  linger  in  eternal  pain, 
 Yet  death  for  ever  fly!] 
 
 5  O  !  wretched  flats  of  deep  defpair. 
 
 To  fee  my  God  remove, 
 And  Sx  my  dojefui  ilation  where 
 I  mnil  not-tafte  his  love. 
 
 F  z 
 
188  HYMN     CVIIL  [Book  II. 
 
 6  Jefus!  I  ihrow  my  arras  around, 
 And  hang  upon  thy  breaft; 
 Without  a  gracious  fmile  from  thee 
 My  fpirit  cannot  reft. 
 *]  O  !  tell  me  that  my  worthlefs  name 
 Is  graven  on  thy  hands  ; 
 Shew  me  fome  promife  in  thy  book, 
 Where  my  falvation  ftands  ! 
 8  [Give  me  one'kind  alluring  word, 
 To  fmk  my  fears  again  ; 
 And  cheerfully  my  foul  mall  wait 
 Her  threefcore  years  and  ten. 
 
 KYMN     CVIIL     (CM.) 
 
 Accefs  to  the  throne  of  grace  by  a  Mediator. 
 
 3  pOME,  let  us  lift  our  joyful  eyes 
 V^     Up  to  the  courts  above, 
 And  fmile  to  fee  our  Father  there 
 Upon  a  throne  of  love. 
 £  Once  'twas  a' feat  of  dreadful  wrath, 
 And  lhot  devouring  flame  : 
 Our  God  appear' d  confuming  fire, 
 And  veng'ance  was  his  name. 
 
 3  Rich  were  the  drops  of  Jefus'  blood, 
 
 That  calm'd  his  frowning  face. 
 That  fprinkled  o'er  the  burning  throne, 
 And  turn'd  the  wrath  to  grace. 
 
 4  Now  we  may  bow  before  his  feet 
 
 And  venture  near  the  Lord  ; 
 No  fi'ry  cherub  guards  his  feat, 
 
 Nor  double-flaming  fword. 
 t;  The  peaceful  gates  of  heav'nlj  blifs 
 
 Are  open'd  by  the  Son  ; 
 High  let  us  raife  our  notes  of  praiie,. 
 
 And  reach  th'  almighty  throne. 
 
Book  II.]        HYMN  CIX.  CX.  x8* 
 
 6  To  thee  teH  thoufand  thanks  we  bring, 
 Great  Advocate  on  high ; 
 And  glory  to  th'  eternal  King 
 That  lays  his  fury  by. 
 
 HYMN    CIX.     (L.  M.) 
 
 The  darknefs  of  providence. 
 
 I  t  ORD,  we  adore  thy  vaft  defigns, 
 Li  Th'  obfcure  abyfs  of  providence, 
 Too  deep  to  found  with  mortal  lines, 
 Too  dark  to  view  with  feeble  fenfe. 
 
 2.  Now  thou  array'ft  thine  awful  face 
 In  angry  frowns,  without  a  fmile  : 
 We,  thro'  the  cloud,  believe  thy  grace. 
 Secure  of  thy  companion  ftill. 
 
 3  Thro'  feas  and  ftorms  of  deep  diftrefs, 
 We  fail  by  faith,  and  not  by  fight; 
 Faith  guides  us  in  the  wildernefs, 
 Thro'  all  the  briars,  and  the  night. 
 
 4  Dear  Father,  if  thy  lifted  rod 
 Refolve  to  fccurge  us  here  below. 
 Still  we  mull  lean  upon  our  God, 
 Thine  arm  mall  bear  us  fafely  thro'* 
 
 HYMN     CX.     (S.  M.) 
 Triumph  over  death  in  hope  of  the  rejurreclioiu 
 
 1  a   ND  moft  this  body  die? 
 .l\.  This  mortal  frame  decay? 
 
 And  muft  thefe  aftiye  limbs  of  mine 
 Lie  mouid'ring  in  the  clay? 
 
 2  Corruption,  earth,  and  worms, 
 Shall  but  refine  this  fiefh, 
 
 Till  my  triumphant  fpirit  comes 
 To  put  it  on  afrem. 
 
 3  God  my  Redeemer  lives 
 And  often  from  the  fkies 
 
 Looks  down,   and  watches  all  my  dufra 
 Till  he  fliall  bid  it  rife. 
 
too  HYMN    CXI.  [Book  II. 
 
 4  Array'd  in  glorious  grace 
 Shall  thefe  vile  bodies  fnine,  x 
 
 And  ev'ry  fhape,  and  ev'ry  face 
 Look,  heav'nly  and  divine. 
 
 5  Thefe  lively  hopes  we  owe 
 To  Jefus'  dying  love  : 
 
 We  would  adore  his  grace  below, 
 
 And  ling  his  pow'r  above. 
 f>      Dear  Lord,  accept  the  praife 
 
 Of  thefe  our  humble  fongs, 
 Till  tunes  of  nobler  found  we  raife 
 
 With  our  immortal  tongues. 
 
 HYMN    CXI.     (CM.) 
 
 Thank/giving  for  viftjry :  or,  God's  dominion, 
 and  cur  deliverance. 
 
 i  *jION  rejoice,  and  Judah  fmg, 
 3u     The  Lord  ailumes  his  throne  ; 
 Let  Britain  own  the  heav'nly  King, 
 And  make  his  glories  known. 
 
 2  The  great,  the  wicked,  and  the  proud, 
 
 From  their  high  feats  are  hurlM  j 
 Jehovah  rides  upon  a  cloud. 
 And  thunders  thro'  the  woi 
 
 3  He  reigns  upon  th*  eternal  hills, 
 
 Distributes  mortal  crowns  ; 
 Empires  are  fixM  beneath  his  fmiles, 
 And  totter  at  his  frowns. 
 
 4  Navies,  that  rule  the  ocean  wide, 
 
 Are  vanquilh'd  by  his  breath; 
 And  legions  arm'd  with  pow'r  and  pride 
 Defcend  to  wafcy  death. 
 
 5  Let  tyrants  make  no  more  pretence 
 
 To  vex  our  happy  land  ; 
 Jehovah's  name  is  our  defence, 
 Our  buckler  is  his  hand. 
 
Book  II.]     HYMN  CXII.  CXIII.  191 
 
 6  [Long  may  the  king  our  fov'reign  live 
 To  rule  us  by  his  word  ; 
 And  all  the  honours  he  can  give 
 Be  offer'd  to  the  Lord.] 
 
 HYMN     CXII.     (L.  M.) 
 Angels  miniftring  to  Chrilt  and  faints. 
 
 1  pREAT  God!  to  what  a  glorious  height 
 VJT  Haft  thou  advanced  the  Lord  thy  Son! 
 Angels,  in  all  their  robes  of  light, 
 
 Are  made  the  fervants  of  his  throne. 
 
 2  Before  his  feet  thine  armies  wait, 
 And  fwift  as  flames  of  tire  they  move, 
 To  manage  his  affairs  of  ftate, 
 
 In  works  of  veng'ance,  and  of  love. 
 
 3  His  orders  run  thro'  all  the  hofts, 
 Legions  defcend  at  his  command, 
 To  mield  and  guard  the  Britim  coafts, 
 When  foreign  rage  invades  our  land. 
 
 4  Now  they  are  fent  to  guide  our  feet 
 Up  to  the  gates  of  thine  abode, 
 Thro'  all  the  dangers  that  we  meet 
 In  travelling  the  heav'nly  road. 
 
 5  Lord,  when  I  leave  this  mortal  ground, 
 And  thou  ihalt  bid  me  rife  and  come; 
 Send  a  beloved  angel  down 
 
 Safe  to  conduct  my  fpirit  home. 
 
 HYMN     CXIII.     (CM.) 
 
 The  fame. 
 
 1  'THE  majefty  of  Solomon, 
 A      How  glorious  to  behold  S 
 The  fervants  waiting  round  his  throne, 
 The  iv'ry  and  the  gold  ! 
 3  But,  mighty  God  !  thy  palace  whines 
 With  far  fuperior  beams  ; 
 Thine  angel-guards  are' fwift  as  wjjjds, 
 Thv  mimfters  are  flames, 
 F4 
 
192  HYMN     CXIV.        [Book  II. 
 
 3  [Soon  ae  thine  only  Son  had  made 
 
 His  entrance  on  the  earth, 
 A  Aiming  army  downward  fled 
 To  celebrate  his  birth. 
 
 4  And  when,    opprefs'd  with  pains  and  fears,' 
 
 On  the  cold  ground  he  lies, 
 Behold  a  heav'nlv  form  appears, 
 T'  allay  his  agonies.] 
 
 5  Now  to  the  hands  of  Chrift  our  king, 
 
 Are  all  their  legions  giv'n  ; 
 They  wait  upon  his  faints,  and  bring 
 His  chofen  heirs  to  heav'n. 
 
 6  Pleafure  and  praife  run  thro'  their  hod, 
 
 To  lee  a  (inner  turn ; 
 Then  Satan  has  a  captive  loll, 
 And  Chrift  a  fubjecl  born. 
 
 7  But  there's  an  hour  uf  brighter  joy, 
 
 When  he  his  angels  fends 
 Obliinate  rebels  to  dcllroy, 
 
 And  gather  in  his  friends. 
 S  O  !  could  I  fay  without  a  doubt, 
 
 There  fliall  my  foul  be  found  ; 
 Then  let  the  great  archangel  fhout, 
 
 And  the  laft  trumpet  found. 
 
 HYMN    CXIV.    (CM.) 
 
 drift's  death,  vitiorj,  and  dominion, 
 
 l  T  Sing  my  Saviour's  wondrous  death; 
 J.     He  conquer' d  when  he  fell; 
 14  'Tis  rmifh'd,"  faid  his  dying  breath, 
 And  fliook  the  gates  of  hell. 
 1  "  'Tis  finiihM,"  our  Immanuel  cries, 
 The  dreadful  work  is  done ; 
 Hence  'ihall  his  fov'reign  throne  a  rife, 
 His  kingdom  is  begum 
 
Book  II.]  HYMN     CXV.  193 
 
 3  His  crofs  a  fure  foundation  laid 
 
 For  glory  and  renown, 
 When  thro'  the  regions  of  the  dead 
 He  pafs'd  to  reach  the  crown. 
 
 4  Exalted  at  his  Father's  fide 
 
 Sits  our  victorious  Lord  ; 
 To  heav'n  and  hell  his  hands  divide  ,.'•■ 
 
 The  yeng'ance  or  reward. 
 
 5  The  faints  from  his  propitious  eye 
 
 Await  their  fev'ral  crowns, 
 And  all  the  fons  of  darknefs  fly 
 The  tenor  of  his  frowns. 
 
 HYMN    CXV.     (CM.) 
 
 God  the  avenger  of  Ids  j  a  hits:  or,  his  kingd^r 
 fupreme. 
 
 I  tt  IGH  as  the  heav'ns  above  the  ground 
 JTl.     Reigns  the  Creator,  God  ; 
 Wide  as  the  whole  creation's  bound 
 Extends  his  awful  rod. 
 z  Let  princes  of  exalted  (late 
 To  him  afcribe  their  crown, 
 Render  their  homage  at  his  feet, 
 And  caft  their  glories  down. 
 
 3  Know  that  his  kingdom  is  fupreme, 
 
 Your  lofty  thoughts  are  vain  ; 
 He  calls  you  gods,  that  awful  name: 
 But  ye  rauft  die  like  men. 
 
 4  Then  let  the  fov'reigns  of  the  globe 
 
 Not  dare  to  vex  the  jufl ; 
 He  puts  on  veng'ance  like  a  robe, 
 And  treads  the  worms  to  duft, 
 
 5  Ye  judges  of  the' earth,  be  wife, 
 
 And  think  of  heav'n  with  fear; 
 The  meaneft  faint  that  you  defpiVQ 
 B&S  an  avenge/  A\-v\ 
 
jt£4         HVMM  CXVI.  CXVIL     [Soak  II. 
 
 HYMN     CXVI.     (CM.) 
 
 Mercies  and  thanks. 
 
 1   Tr-j-  OW  can  I  link  with  luch  a  prop 
 XX     As  my  eternal  God, 
 Who  bears  the  earth's  huge  pillars  up, 
 And  fpreads  the  heav'ns  abroad? 
 %  How  can  I  die  while  Jefus  lives, 
 Who  rofe  and  left  the^ead? 
 Pardon  and  grace  my  foul  receives 
 From  mine  exalted  head, 
 5  All  that  I  am,  and  all  I  have 
 Shall  be  for  ever  thine  : 
 Whatever  my  duty  bids  me  give, 
 My  cheerful  hands  relign, 
 4  Yet,  if  I  might  make  fome  referve, 
 
 And  duty  did  not  call, 
 i    I  love  my  God  with  zeal  fo  great 
 That  I  mould  give  him  all. 
 
 H  Y  M  N    CXVII.    (L.  M.) 
 Living  and  dying  with  God  prefent* 
 
 I   T  Cannot  bear  thine  abfence,  Lord  ; 
 i.  My  life  expires  if  thou  depart: 
 J3e  thou,  my  heart,  flill  near  my  God, 
 And  thou,  my  God,  be  near  my  heart. 
 
 l  I  was  not  born  for  earth  or  fin, 
 Nor  can  I  live  on  things  fo  vile: 
 Yet  I  will  ftay  my  Father's  time, 
 And  hope  and  wait  for  heav'n  awhile. 
 
 ^  Then,  dearefr  Lori],  in  thine  embrace 
 Let  me  re'ign  my  fleeting  breath; 
 And,  with  a  fmile  i  :uce 
 
 Fafs  the  important  hour  of 'death. 
 
Book  II.]    HYMN  CXVIII.  CXIX.        i$; 
 
 HYMN    CXVIII.    (L,  M.) 
 The  priefthood  of  Cbtift. 
 
 I  T)LOOD  has  a  voice  to  pierce  the  flues ; 
 jLJ  Revenge,  the  blood  of  Abel  cries: 
 But  the  dear  ftream,  when  (Thrift  was  (lain, 
 Speaks  peace  as  loud  from  ev'ry  vein. 
 
 Z  Pardon  and  peace  from  God  on  high: 
 Behold,  he  lays  his  veng'ance  by, ; 
 And  rebels  that  deferve  his  lword, 
 Become  the  favorites  of  the  LorcK 
 
 3  To  Jefus  let  our  praifes  rife, 
 Who  gave  his  life  a  facrifice : 
 Now  he  appears  before  his  God, 
 And,  for  our  pardon  pleads  his  blood, 
 
 HYMN    CXIX.     (C.  M-.) 
 
 The  holy  fcriptures. 
 
 5  T    ADEN  with  guilt,  and  full  of  fears, 
 I  a     I  fly  to  thee,  my  Lord; 
 And  not  a  glimpfe  of  hope  appears, 
 But  in  thy  written  word. 
 
 2  The  volume  of  my  Fathers  grace 
 
 Does  all  my  grief  alluage  : 
 Here:.  I  behold  my  Saviour's  face 
 Almoft  in  ev'ry  page. 
 
 3  This  is  the  field  where  hidden  lies 
 
 The  pearl  of  price  unknown  ; 
 That  merchant  is  divinely  wife 
 Who  makes  that  pearl  his  owiu 
 
 4  Here  confecrated  water  flows 
 
 To  quench  my  thirft  of  lia ; 
 Here  the  fair  tree  of  knowledge :g£$&sa 
 Nor  danger  dwells  therein* 
 
 ?3 
 
VjG  HYMK     CXX.  [Book  II, 
 
 5  This  Is  the  judge  that  ends  the  flrife, 
 
 Where  wit  and  reafon  fail; 
 My  guide  to  everlafting  life 
 Thro'  all  this  gloomy  vale. 
 
 6  O!   may  thy  counfels,  mighty  God! 
 
 My  roving  feet  command  ; 
 Nor  I  forfake  the  happy  road, 
 That  leads  to  thy  right-hand. 
 
 HYMN    CXX.    (S.  M.) 
 
 The  law  and  go/pel  joined  in  fcripture*' 
 
 i       rT|"^HE  Lord  declares  his  will, 
 L    And  keeps  the  world  in  awe; 
 Amidft  the  fmoke  on  Sinai's  hill 
 Breaks  out  his  fi'ry  law. 
 2       The  Lord  reveals  his  face, 
 And  fmiling  from  above, 
 Sends  down  the  £ofpel  of  his  grace, 
 Th'  epiftles  of  his  love. 
 Thei'e  lacred  words  impart 
 Our  Maker's  juft  commands; 
 The  pity  of  his  melting  heart, 
 And  vengeance  oi"  his  hands. 
 
 4  [Hence  we  awake  our  fear, 
 We  draw  our  comfort  hence; 
 
 The  arms  of  grace  are  treaiur'd  here. 
 And  armour  of  defence. 
 
 5  We  learn  Chrift  crucify'd, 
 And  here  behold  his  blood  ; 
 
 All  arts  and  knowledges  behde 
 Will  do  us  little  good.] 
 
 6  We  read  the  heav'nly  word, 
 We  take  the  offcr'd  grace, 
 
 Obey  the  ftatutes  of  the  Lord, 
 And  truft  his  promUes. 
 
Souk  II.]     HYMN  CXXI.  CXXII.  iry; 
 
 7       In  vain  rtiall  Satan  rage 
 Agairtft  a  book  divine, 
 Where  wrath  and  lightning  guard  the  page, 
 Where  beams  of  mercy  lhme. 
 
 HYMN     CXXI.     (L.  M.) 
 TJw  law  and  go/pel  diftingniJhecL 
 
 J  r~p  HE  law  commands  and  makes  us  know 
 J-     What  duties  to  our  God  we  owe  ; 
 But  'tis  the  gofpel  muft  reveal 
 WThere  lies  our  ftrength  to  do  his  will. 
 
 z  The  law  difcovers  guilt  and  fin, 
 
 And  ihews  how  vile  our  hearts  have  been  \ 
 Only  the  gofpel  can  exprefs 
 Forgiving  love  and  cleanfirig  grace, 
 
 3  What  curfes  doth  the  law  denounce 
 Againft  the  man  that  fails  but  once? 
 But  in  the  gofpel  Chrift  appears, 
 Pard*riing  the  guilt  of  num'rous  years  - 
 
 4  My  foul,  no  more  attempt  to  draw 
 Thy  life  and  comfort  from  the  law! 
 Fly  to  the  hope  the  gofpel  gives: 
 
 1  The  man  that  truits  the  promife  lives 
 
 Retirement  and  Meditation. 
 
 T\  /f  Y  God,  permit  me  not  to  he 
 JlVJL  A  ftranger  to  myfelf  and  thcs; 
 Amidfr  a  thoufand  thoughts  1  rv/e, 
 Forgetful  of  my  higheft  love. 
 W?hy  lhould  my  paffions  mix  with  earth 
 And  thus  debate  my  heav'nlv 
 Why  lhould  I  cleave  to  th 
 And  let  my  God,  my  Savi 
 
198  HYMN    CXXIII.        [Book  IT. 
 
 3  Call  me  away  from  flerti  and  fenfe ; 
 
 One  fov'reign  word  can  draw  me  thence: 
 I  would  obey  the  voice  divine, 
 And  all  inferior  joys  refign. 
 
 4  Be  earth,  with  all  her  fcenes  withdrawn; 
 Let  noife  and  vanity  be  gone; 
 
 In  fecret  filence  of  the  mind, 
 
 My  heav'n,  and  there  my  God,  I  find. 
 
 HYMN    CXXIII.     (L.  M.) 
 
 The  benefit  of  public  ordinances, 
 
 1     A  WAY  from  every  mortal  care, 
 l\  Away  from  earth,  Our  fouls  retreat; 
 We  leave  this  worthless  world  afar, 
 And  wait  and  worlhip  near  thy  feat. 
 
 i  Lord,  in  the  temple  of  thy  grace 
 We  fee  thy  feet,  and  we  adore  ; 
 We  gaze  upon  thy  lovely  face, 
 And  learn  the  wonders  of  thy  pow'r. 
 
 3  While  here  our  various  wants  we  mourn, 
 United  groans  afcend  on  high  ; 
 
 And  prayer  bears  a  quick  return 
 Of  bleflings  in  variety. 
 
 4  [If  Satan  rage  and  fin  grows  ftrong, 
 Here  we  receive  fome  cheering  word  ; 
 We  gird  the  gofpel-armour  on, 
 
 fight  the  battles  of  the  Lord. 
 
 5  C  i  \i  our  fpirit  faints  and  dies, 
 
 (Our  confidence  gall'd  with  inward  flings) 
 
 :  doth  the  righteous  Sun  arife 
 With  healing  beams  beneath  his  wings. J 
 
 6  Father  !  my  foul  would  ftill  abide 
 Within  thy  temple,  near  thy  fide  ; 
 But  if  my  feet  mull  hence  depart, 
 Still  keep  thy  dwelling  in  my  heart. 
 
Book  II.]    H  Y  M  N  CXXIV.  CXXV.       109 
 
 HYMN     CXXIV.     (CM) 
 Mofes,  Aaron,  and  Joihua. 
 
 1  "np  I  S  not  the  law  of  ten  commands, 
 
 i.       On  holy  Sinai  giv'n, 
 Or  fent  to  men  by  Mofes'  hands, 
 Can  bring  us  fafe  to  heav'n. 
 
 2  'Tis  not  the  blood  which  Aaron  fpilt, 
 
 Nor  (moke  of  fweetelt  fmell, 
 Can  buy  a  pardon  for  our  guilt, 
 Or  fave  our  fouls  from  hell. 
 
 3  Aaron  the  prieft  refigns  his  breath 
 
 At  God's  immediate  will; 
 And  in  the  defert  yields  to  death 
 Upon  th'  appointed  hill. 
 
 4  And  thus,  on  Jordan's  yonder  fide 
 
 The  tribes  of  Ifr'el  Hand, 
 While  Mofes  bow'd  his  head  and  dy'd 
 Short  of  the  promis'd  land. 
 
 5  Ifr'el  rejoice,  now  Jofliua  *  leads, 
 
 He'll  bring  your  tribes  to  reft ; 
 So  far  the  Saviour's  name  exceeds 
 The  ruler  and  the  prieft. 
 
 HYMN    CXXV.     (L.  M.) 
 Faith  and  repentance,  unbelief  and  impeiiipence. 
 
 1  T    IFE  and  immortal  joys  are  giv'n 
 X-j  To  fouls  that  mourn  the  fins  they're 
 
 done : 
 Children  of  wrath,  made  heirs  of  heav'n 
 By  Faith  in  God's  eternal  Son.  • 
 
 2  Wo  to  the  wretch  who  never  felt 
 The  inward  pangs  of  pious  grief, 
 But  adds  to  ail  his  crying  guilt 
 The  ftubborn  fin  of  unbelief. 
 
 *  jothua,  the  fame  with  Jefus,  and  fignifies 
 a  Saviour. 
 
i:,j    K  Y  M  N  CXXVI.  CXXVII.    [Book  II. 
 
 3  The  law  condemns  the  rebel  dead, 
 Under  the  wrath  of  God  he  lies; 
 He  feals  the  curfe  on  his  own  head, 
 And  with  a  double  veng'ance  dies. 
 
 HYMN    CXXVI.     (CM.) 
 
 God  glorified  in  the  go/pel. 
 
 i  fpHE  Lord,  defcending  from  above, 
 X       Invites  his  children  near; 
 While  pow:'r,  and  truth,  and  boundlefs  love, 
 Display  their  glories  here. 
 z  Here,  in  thy  gofpel's  wondrous  frame, 
 Frcih  wil'dom  we  purfue  ; 
 A  thoufand  angels  learn  thy  name, 
 Beyond  whate'er  they  knew. 
 a  Thy  name  is  writ  in  faireft  lines, 
 Thy  wonders  here  we  trace  ; 
 Wifdom  thro'  all  the  myft'ry  (nines, 
 And  lliines  in  Jems'  face. 
 
 4  The  law  its  belt  obedience  owes 
 
 To  our  incarnate  God  ! 
 And  thy  revenging  juftice  mows 
 Its  honours  in  his  blood. 
 
 5  But  frill  the  luftre  of  thy  grace 
 
 Our  warmer  thoughts  employs, 
 Gilds  the  whole  fcene  with  brighter  rays, 
 And  more  exalts  our  joys. 
 
 HYMN    CXXVII.     (L.  M.) 
 
 Circumcifion  and  baptifm. 
 
 (Written    only  for  thole  who  praciife  infant 
 baptifm.) 
 
 I  nnHUS  did  the  fons  of  Abra'm  pafs 
 A.    Under  the  bloody  feal  of  grace; 
 The  young  difciples  bore  the  yoke, 
 Till  Chrift  the  painful  bondage  broke, 
 
Book  II.]        HYMN    CXXVIII.  2c$ 
 
 a  By  milder  ways  doth  Jefus  prove 
 His  Father's  covenant,  and  iiis  love  ! 
 He  feals  to  faints  his  glorious  grace, 
 And  not  forbids  their  infant-race. 
 
 3  Their  feed  is  fprinkled  with  his  blood; 
 Their  children  fet  apart  for  God ; 
 
 His  Spirit  on  their  offspring  lhed, 
 Like  water  pour'd  upon  the  head. 
 
 4  Let  ev'ry  faint  with  cheerful  voice 
 In  this  large  covenant  rejoice; 
 Young  children  in  their  early  days 
 Shall  give  the  God  of  Abra'm  praife. 
 
 HYMN     CXXVIII.     (C.  M.) 
 
 Corrupt  nature  from  Adam. 
 
 i  T>LESS'D  with  the  joys  of  innocence 
 JO     Adam  our  father  flood, 
 Till  he  debas'd  his  foul  to  fenfe, 
 And  ate  forbidden  food. 
 
 2  Now  we  are  born  a  fenfual  race, 
 
 To  finful  joys  inclin'd; 
 Reafon  has  loft  its  native  place, 
 And  fleih  enflaves  the  mind. 
 
 3  While  fleih,  and  fenfe,  and  paffion  reigns, 
 
 Sin  is  the  fweeteft  good; 
 We  fancy  raufic  in  our  chains, 
 And  fo  forget  the  load. 
 
 4  Great  God  !  renew  our  ruin'd  frame; 
 
 Our  broken  pow'rs  reftore: 
 Infpire  us  with  a  heavenly  flame, 
 And  flefh  ihall  reign  no  more. 
 
 5  Eternal  Spirit!  write  thy  law 
 
 Upon  our  inward  parts, 
 And  let  the  fecond  Adam  draw 
 His  image  on  our  hearts. 
 
a  ;z        HYMN  CXXIX.  CXXX.    [Book  II. 
 
 HYMN     CXXIX.     (L.  M.) 
 
 We  walk  by  faith,  not  by  fight. 
 
 1  -HP IS  by  the  faith  of  joys  to  come 
 
 _L    We  walk  thro'  deferts  dark  as  night; 
 Till  we  arrive  at  heav'n  our  home, 
 Faith  is  our  guide,  and  faith  our  light. 
 
 2  The  want  of  fight  flie  well  iupplies; 
 She  makes  the  pearly  gates  appear; 
 Far  into  diftant  worlds  ilie  pries, 
 And  brings  eternal  glories  near. 
 
 3  Cheerful  we  tread  the  defert  thro*, 
 While  faith  infpires  a  heav'nly  ray, 
 Tho'  lions  roar,  and  tempefls  blow, 
 And  rocks  and  dangers  fill  the  way. 
 
 4  So  Abra'm,  by  divine  command, 
 Left  his  own  houfe  to  walk  with  God; 
 His  faith  beheld  the  promis'd  land, 
 And  fir'd  his  zeal  along  the  road. 
 
 HYMN    CXXX.     (CM.) 
 
 The  new  creation. 
 
 1  ATTEND,  while  God's  exalted  Son 
 ■i^     Doth  his  own  glories  ihew: 
 
 "  Behold,  I  lit  upon  my  throne, 
 "  Creating  all  things  new. 
 
 2  c<  Nature  and  fin  are  pafsM  away, 
 
 "  And  the  oW  Adam  dies  ; 
 "  My  hands  a  new  foundation  lay; 
 "  See  the  new  world  arife  ! 
 
 3  "  I'll  be  a  fun  of  righteoufnefs 
 
 "  To  the  new  heav'ns  I  make; 
 li  None  but  the  new-born  heirs  of  grace 
 11  My  glories  mail  partake." 
 
 4  Mighty  Redeemer !  fet  me  free 
 
 From  my  old  ftate  of  fin  : 
 O,  make  my  foul  alive  to  thee  ; 
 Create  new  pgw7rs  within  ' 
 
Book  II.}        HYMN    CXXXI.  Kg 
 
 5  Renew  mine  eyes,  and  form  mine  ears, 
 
 And  mould  my  heart  afreih  ; 
 Give  me  new  paflions,  joys  and  fears,    ■ 
 And  turn  the  ftone  to  flefli. 
 
 6  Far  from  the  regions  of  the  dead, 
 
 From  fin,  and  earth,  and  hell; 
 In  the  new  world  that  grace  has  made 
 I  would  for  ever  dwell. 
 
 HYMN    CXXXI.     (L.  M.) 
 The  excellency  of  the  chriftian  religion, 
 
 1  T   ET  everlafting  glories  crown 
 
 I  i  Thy  head,  my  Saviour  and  my  Lord  % 
 Thy  hands  have  brought  falvation  down, 
 And  writ  the  bleffings  in  thy  word. 
 
 2  [What  if  we  trace  the  globe  around, 
 And  fearch  from  Britain  to  Japan, 
 There  ihall  be  no  religion  found 
 
 So  jure  to  God,  fo  fafe  to  man.] 
 
 3  In  vain  the  trembling  confcience  feeks 
 Some  folid  ground  to  reft  upon  : 
 With  long  defpair  the  fpirit  breaks, 
 Till  we  apply  to  (Thrift  alone. 
 
 4  How  well  thy  bleffed  truths  agree  ! 
 How  wife  and  holy  thy  commands  ! 
 Thy  promifes,  how  firm  they  be!, 
 How  firm  our  hope  and  comfort  Hands  ! 
 
 5  [Not  the  feign'd  fields  of  heath?nifh  bliis 
 Could  raife  fuch  pleafnre  in  the  mind  ; 
 Nor  does  the  Turkifh  paradife 
 Pretend  to  joys  fo  well  refin'd.] 
 
 6  Should  all  the  forms  that  men  devife 
 Affanlt  my  faith  with  treach'rous  art, 
 I'd  call  them  vanity  and  lies, 
 
 And  bind  the  gofpel  to  my  heart. 
 
204  HYMN  CXXXII.  CXXXIII.  [Book  K. 
 
 HYMN    CXXXII.    (CM.) 
 
 The  offices  of  Chrift. 
 
 2  \X7E  blefs  the  prophet  of  the  Lord, 
 *  V      That  comes  with  truth  and  graces 
 Jefus,  thy  Spirit  and  thy  word 
 Shall  lead  us  in  thy  ways. 
 
 2  We  rev'rence  our  High  Priefl  above, 
 
 Who  offered  up  his  blood, 
 
 And  lives  to  cany  on  his  love, 
 
 By  pleading  with  our  God. 
 
 3  We  honour  our  exalted  King; 
 
 How  fweet  are  his  commands! 
 He  guards  our  fouls  from  hell  and  fin 
 By  his  almighty  hands. 
 
 4  Hofanna  to  his  glorious  name, 
 
 Who  faves  by  diff'rent  way; 
 His  mercies  lay  a  fov'reign  claim 
 To  our  immortal  praife. 
 
 HYMN    CXXXIII.    (L.  M.) 
 The  operations  of  the  Holy  Spirit. 
 
 I  J?  TERN  AL  Spirit!  we  confefs 
 XL  And  fing  the  wonders  of  thy  grace; 
 Thy  pow'r  conveys  our  bleffings  down 
 From  God  the  Father  and  the  Son. 
 
 7.  Enlighten'd  by  thine  heav'nly  ray, 
 Our  lhades  and  darknefs  turn  to  day; 
 Thine  inward  teachings  make  us  know 
 Our  danger,  and  our  refuge  too. 
 
 3  Thy  pow'r  and  glory  work  within, 
 And  break  the  chains  of  reigning  fin; 
 Do  our  imperious  lufts  fubdue, 
 A»d  form,  our  wretched  hearts  anew. 
 
Book  II.]  HYMN  CXXXIV.  LXXXV.      105 
 
 4  The  troubled  confcieuce  knows  thy  voice; 
 Thy  cheering  words  awake  our  joys ; 
 Thy  words  allay  the  fiormy  wind, 
 And  calm  the  furges  of  the  mind. 
 
 HYMN    CXXXIV.    (CM.) 
 
 Circumcifion  abolifhed. 
 
 1  r~pHE  promife  was  divinely  free  ; 
 JL      Extenfive  was  the  grace  ; 
 "  I  will  the  God  of  Abra'm  be, 
 "  And  of  his  num'rous  race." 
 3.  He  faid,  and  with  a  bloody  feal 
 Confirmed  the  words  he  fpoke  ; 
 Long  did  the  Ions  of  Abra'm  feel 
 The  l"harp  and  painful  yoke. 
 $  Till  God's  own  Son,  defcending  low, 
 Gave  his  own  fleih  to  bleed  ; 
 And  Gentiles  tafte  the  bleffings  now, 
 From  the  hard  bondage  freed. 
 4  The  God  of  Abra'm  claims  our  praife  ; 
 His  promifes  endure  : 
 And  Chrift  the  Lord  in  gentler  ways 
 Makes  the  falvation  fure. 
 
 HYMN     CXXXV.     (L.  M.) 
 Types  and  prophecies  of  Chrifr. 
 
 1  T>EHOLD  the  woman's  promis'd  feed  I 
 X3  Behold  the  great  Meffiah  come  ! 
 Behold  the  prophets  all  agreed 
 
 To  give  him  the  fuperior  roam! 
 
 2  Abra'm,  the  faint,  rejoic'd  of  old 
 When  vifions  of  the  Lord  he  faw ; 
 Mofes,  the  man  of  God,  foretold 
 This  great  fulfilled  of  his  law. 
 
206  HYMN  CXXXVI.  CXXXVII.    [Book  IL 
 
 3  The  types  bore  witnefs  to  his  name, 
 Obtain  d  their  chief  defign,  and  ctasM: 
 The  incenfe,  and  the  bleeding  lamb, 
 The  ark,  the  altar,  and  the  prieft. 
 
 4  Predictions  in  abundance  meet 
 
 To  join  their  bleffings  on  his  head  : 
 
 Jefus,  we  worth ip  at  thy  feet, 
 
 And  nations  own  the  promis'd  feed. 
 
 HYMN    CXXXVI.    (L.  M.) 
 
 Miracles  at  the  birth  of  Chrift. 
 
 1  r~p,HE  Kins;  of  glory  fends  his  Son 
 
 X      To  make  his  entrance  on  this  earth ; 
 Behold  the  midnight  bright  as  noon, 
 And  heav'nly  bolts  declare  his  birth! 
 
 2  About  the  young  Redeemer's  head 
 What  wonders  and  what  glories  meet! 
 An  unknown  ftar  arofe,  and  led 
 
 The  eaftern  fages  to  his  feet. 
 
 3  Simeon  and  Anna  both  confpire 
 The  Infant-Saviour  to  proclaim  ; 
 Inward  they  felt  the  facred  fire, 
 
 And  blefs'd  the  babe,  and  own'd  his  name, 
 
 4  Let  Jews  and  Greeks  blafpheme  aloud, 
 And  treat  the  holy  child  with  fcorn  ; 
 Our  fouls  adore  th'  eternal  God, 
 Who  condefceuded  to  be  born. 
 
 HYMN    CXXXVII.     (L;M;j 
 
 Miracles-  in  the  life,  death,  and  refurre$ion  cf 
 Chrift. 
 
 I  T>EHOLD?  the  blind  their  fight  receive  I 
 .O  Behold,  the  dead  awake  and  live! 
 The  dumb  fpeak  wonders,  and  the  lame 
 Leap  like  the  h?.rt,  and  blefs  his  name. 
 
Book  II.j        HYMN  CXXXVIII.  zoy 
 
 i  Thus  doth  th'  eternal  Spirit  own 
 And  feal  the  million  of  the  Son  ; 
 The  Father  vindicates  his  caufe, 
 While  he  hangs  bleeding  on  the  crol's. 
 
 3  He  dies  ;  the  heav'ns  in  mourning  flood ; 
 He  rifes,  and  appears  a  God: 
 
 Behold  the  Lord  afcending  high, 
 No  more  to  bleed,  no  more  to  die  ! 
 
 4  Hence  and  for  ever  from  my  heart 
 I  bid  my  doubts  and  fears  depart ; 
 And  to  thofe  .hands  my  foul  refign 
 Which  bear  credentials  fo  divine. 
 
 HYMN    CXXXVIII.    (L.  M.) 
 
 The  power  of  the  gofpel. 
 
 I  nnHIS  is  the  word  of  truth  and  Iovea 
 A    Sent  to  the  nations  from  above: 
 Jehovah  here  refolves  to  fhcw 
 What  his  almighty  grace  can  do. 
 
 a  This  remedy  did  wifdom  find, 
 To  heal  difeafes  of  the  mind ; 
 This  iov'reign  balm,  whofe  virtues  can 
 Reftore  the  ruin'd  creature,  man 
 
 3  The  gofpel  bids  the  dead  revive; 
 Sinners  obey  the  voice,  and  live  : 
 
 Dry  bones  are  rais'd,  and  cloth'd  afreih, 
 And  hearts  of  ftone  are  turn'd  to  flefh, 
 
 4  [Where  Satan  reign'd  in  lhades  of  night. 
 The  gofpel  ftrikes  a  heav'nly  light; 
 
 Our  lulls  its  wondrous  pow'r  controls, 
 And  calms  the  rage  of  angry  fouls.] 
 
 5  [Lions  and  beafts  of  favage  name 
 Put  on  the  nature  of  the  lamb ; 
 
 While  the  wide  world  efteems  it  flrange, 
 Gaze,  and  admire.,  and  hate  the  change.] 
 
203       H  Y  M  N  CXXXIX.  CXL.     [Book.  II, 
 
 6  May  but  this  grace  my  foul  renew, 
 Let  imiiers  gaze,  and  hate  me  too  ; 
 The  word  that  faves  me  does  engage 
 A  iv.re  defence  from  all  their  rage. 
 
 HYMN     CXXXIX.     (L,  M.) 
 The  example  of  Chrift. 
 
 1  l\/f  Y  dear  Redeemer  and  my  Lord  ! 
 LVX  I  read  my  duty  in  thy  word ; 
 But  in  thy  life  the  law  appears 
 Drawn  out  in  living  characters. 
 
 2  Such  was  thy  truth,  and  fuch  thy  zeal, 
 Such  def'rence  to  thy  Father's  will, 
 Such  love^  and  meeknefs  fo  divine, 
 
 I  would  tranfcribe,  and  make  them  mine. 
 
 3  Cold  mountains  and  the  midnight  air 
 Witnefs'd  the  fervor  of  thy  pray'r; 
 The  defert  thy  temptations  knew, 
 Thy  conflict,  and  thy  vicVry  too. 
 
 4  Be  thou  my  pattern;  make  me  bear 
 More  of  thy  gracious  image  here  : 
 Then  God  the  judge  (hall  own  my  name 
 Amongft  the  follow'rs  of  the  Lamb. 
 
 HYMN     CXL.     (CM.) 
 The  examples  of  Cbrift  and  the  faints. 
 
 1  S~*  IVE  me  the  wings  of  faith,  to  rife 
 VJT     Within  the  veil,  and  fee 
 
 The  faints  above,  how  great  their  joys, 
 How  bright  their  glories  be. 
 
 2  Once  they  were  mourning  here  below, 
 
 And  wet  their  couch  with  tears ; 
 
 They  wreftled  hard,  as  we  do  now, 
 
 VVith  fins,  and  doubts,  and  feat 
 
5ook  II.]  HYMN    CXLL  20? 
 
 3  I  afk  them  whence  their  vicVry  came? 
 
 They  with  united  breath 
 Afcribe  their  conqucft  to  the  Lamb, 
 Their  triumph  to  his  death. 
 
 4  They  mark'd  the  footlteps  that  he  trod, 
 
 (His  zeaUnipir'd  their  breaft  :) 
 And  following  their  incarnate  God^ 
 Poffefs  the  promis'd  reft. 
 
 5  Our  glorious  Leader  claims  our  praife 
 For  his  own  pattern  giv'n, 
 
 While  the  long  cloud  of  witneffes 
 Shew  the  fame  path  to  heav'n. 
 
 HYMN    CXLI.    (CM.) 
 
 Faith  -ajftfied  by  fenfe :    or,  preaching,   haptifr,^ 
 and  the  Lord'*  /upper. 
 
 I  1\^Y  Saviour-God,  my  Sov'reign-Prince, 
 lvA     Reigns  far  above  the  fkies  ! 
 'But  brings  this  graces  down  to  fenfe, 
 And  helps  my  faith,  to  rife. 
 
 4  My  eyes  and  ears  mall  blefs  his  name, 
 
 They  read  and  hear  his  word  : 
 My  touch  and  tafte  ihall  do  the  fame, 
 When  they  receive  the  Lord. 
 
 5  Baptifmal  water  is  defjgn'd 
 
 To  feat  his  cleaning  grace, 
 While  at  his  feaft  of  bread  and  wine 
 He  gives  his  faints  a  place. 
 
 4  But  not  the  waters  of  a  flood 
 
 Can  make  my  flefh  fo  clean, 
 
 As  by  his  Spirit  and  his  blood 
 
 He'll  waih  my  foul  from  fin. 
 
 5  Not  choiceft  meats  or  nobleft  wines 
 
 So  much  my  heart  refrefh, 
 And  when  my  faith  goes  thro'  the  figns, 
 And  feeds  upon  his  Hc% 
 
N' 
 
 «o      HYMN  CXLII.  CXIJir.    [Book  H. 
 
 6  I  love  the  Lord,  who  (loops  fo  low 
 To  give  his  word  a  feal: 
 But  the  rich  grace  his  hands  bellow 
 Exceeds  the  figures  ftill. 
 
 HYMN    CXLII.     (S.  M.) 
 
 Faith  in  Chrift  our  facrifice. 
 
 OT  all  the  blood  of  beafts 
 On  Jewiih  altars  flain, 
 Could  give  the  guilty  confeience  peace, 
 Or  waih  away  the  ftain, 
 z      But  Chrift  the  heav'nly  Lamb, 
 Takes  all  our  fins  away; 
 A  facrifice  of  nobler  name, 
 And  richer  blood  than  they. 
 
 3  My  faith  would  lay  her  han4 
 On  that  dear  head  of  thine. 
 
 While  like  a  penitent  I  (land, 
 And  there  confefs  my  fin. 
 
 4  My  foul  looks  back  to  fee 
 The  burdens  thou  didft  bear 
 
 When  hanging  on  the  curfed  tree, 
 And  hopes  her  guilt  was  there. 
 
 5  Believing  we  rejoice 
 
 To  fee  the  curfe  remove ; 
 We  blefs  the  Lamb  with  cheerful  voice, 
 And  fing  his  bleeding  love. 
 
 HYMN    CXLIIL    (CM.) 
 Flejb  and  Spirit. 
 
 1  \  XT  HAT  difPrent  pow'rs  of  grace  and  fia 
 
 VV      Attend  our  mortal  ftate? 
 I  hate  the  thoughts  that  work  within, 
 And  do  the  works  I  hate. 
 
 2  Now  I  complain,  and  groan,  and  die, 
 While  fin  and  Satan  reigu  : 
 
 Now  raife  my  fongs  of  triumph  high, 
 Fer  grace  prevails  again. 
 
!  Book  II.]        HYMN    CXLIV.  m 
 
 3  So  darknefs  ftruggles  with  the  light, 
 
 Till  perfeft  day  arife  ; 
 Water  and  fire  maintain  the  fight 
 Until  the  weaker  dies. 
 
 4  Thus  will  the  fleih  and  fpirit  ftrivCj, 
 
 And  vex  and  break  my  peace; 
 But  I  fhall  quit  this  mortal  life, 
 And  fin  for  ever  ceafe. 
 
 HYMN    CXLIV.     (L.  M.) 
 
 The  effufion  of  the  Spirit:  or,  the  Juccejs  of  the 
 
 gofpel. 
 
 I   s~v  RE  AT  was  the  day,  the  joy  was  great, 
 \JX  When  the  divine  difciples  met; 
 Whilft  on  their  heads  the  Spirit  came, 
 And  fat  like  tongtfes  of  cloven  flame. 
 
 2,  What  gifts,  what  miracles  he  gave! 
 And  pow'r  to  kill,  and  pow'r  to  fave  ! 
 Furniih'd    their    tongues    with    wondrous 
 
 words, 
 Inftead  of  mields,  andfpears,  and  fwords. 
 
 3  Thus  arm'd,  he  fent  the  champions  forth, 
 From  eaft  to  weft,  from  fouth  to  north: 
 ct  Go,  and  affert  your  .Saviour's  caufe  : 
 
 "  Go,  fpread  the  myft'ry  of  his  crofs." 
 
 4  Thefe  weapons  of  the  holy  war, 
 Of  what  almighty  force  they  are 
 To  make  our  flub  born  paffions  bow, 
 And  lay  the  proudeft  rebel  low1. 
 
 5  Nations,  the  learned  and  the  rude, 
 Are  by  thefe  heav'nly  arms  fubdu'd ; 
 While  Satan  rages  at  his  lofs, 
 And  hates  the  doftrine  of  the  crofs. 
 
 6  Great  King  of  grace!  my  heart  fubdue  j 
 I  would  be  led  in  triumph  too, 
 
 A  willing  captive  to  my  Lord, 
 And  ling  the  vift'ries  of  his  word. 
 
ai2        HYMN  CXLV.  CXLVI.    [Book II. 
 
 HYMN     CXLV.     (CM.) 
 
 Sight  through  a  glafc,  and  face  to  face: 
 
 I   t  Love  the  windows  of  thy  grace, 
 J.       Thro'  which  my  Lord  is  feen, 
 And  long  to  meet  my  Saviour's  face, 
 Without  a  glafs  between. 
 1  O,  that  the  happy  hour  was  pome, 
 To  change  my  faith  to  fight! 
 I  lhall  behold  my  Lord  at  home 
 In  a  diviner  light. 
 3  Hafte,  my  Beloved,  and  remove 
 Thefe  interpofmg  days  ; 
 Then  mail  my  paiiions  all  be  love, 
 And  all  my  pow'rs  be  praiie. 
 
 HYMN    CXLVI.     (L,M.) 
 The  vanity  of  creatures :  or,  no  reft  trn  earth* 
 
 i  TV/fAN  hath  a  foul  of  vail  deiires, 
 _lVL  He  burns  within  with  reit  lei's  ft  res  s 
 Toft  to  and  fro,  his  paiiions  Ay 
 From  vanity  to  vanity. 
 
 2,  In  vain  on  earth  we  hope  to  find 
 Some  folid  good  to  fill  the  mind: 
 We  try  new  pleafures,  but  wo  -ccl 
 The  invyard  thirft  and  torment  ftiii. 
 
 3  So  when  a  raging  fever  burns, 
 
 We  ftiift  from  fide  to  fide  by  turns}   . 
 
 And  'tis  a  poor  relief  we  gain, 
 
 To  change  the  place,  but  keep  the  paiu* 
 
 4  Great  God!  fubdue  this  vicious  u. 
 This  love  to  vanity  and  dufti 
 Cure  the  vile  fever  of  the  mind, 
 And  feevd  our  fouls  with  joys  rcfiu'd* 
 
Book  II.]        HYMN    CXLVII.  213 
 
 HYMN.    CXLVII.     (C.  M$ 
 
 The  creation  of  the  -world,  Gen.  i. 
 
 1  *'   XT^^  *et  a  *Paci°us  world  arife," 
 
 i\      Said  the  Creator-Lord  : 
 At  once  th'  obedient  earth  and  fkies 
 Rofe  at  his  lov'reign  word. 
 
 2  [Dark,  was  the  deep  ;  the  waters  lay 
 
 Cor.fus'd.  and  drown'd  the  land  : 
 Me  call'd  the  light;  the  new  born  day 
 Attends  on  his  command. 
 
 3  He  bids  the  clouds  afcend  on  high; 
 
 The  clouds  afcend,  and  bear 
 A  wat'ry  treafure  to  the  iky, 
 And  float  on  fofter  air. 
 
 4  The  liquid  element  belovv 
 
 Was  gather'd  by  his  hand  ; 
 The  rolling  feas  together  flow, 
 And  leave  the  folid  land. 
 
 5  With  herbs  and  plants,  (a  flow'ry  birth)- 
 
 The  naked  globe  he  crown'd, 
 Ere  there  was  rain  to  blefs  the  earth, 
 Or  fun  to  warm  the  ground. 
 
 6  Then  he  adorn'd  the  upper  ikies  ; 
 
 Behold  the  fun  appears, 
 The  moon  and  (tars  in  order  rife, 
 To  mark  our  months  and  years. 
 
 7  Out  of  the  deep  th'  almighty  King 
 
 Did  vital  beings  frame, 
 The  painted  fowls  of  ev'ry  wing, 
 And  fiih  of  ev'ry  name.] 
 
 8  He  gave  the  lion  and  the  worm 
 
 At  once  their  wondrous  birth, 
 And  grazing  hearts  of  various  form,, 
 Rofe  from  the  teeming  earth, 
 
ai4  HYMN    CXLVIII.        [Book  II. 
 
 9  Adam  was  fram'd  of  equal  clay, 
 
 Tho'  fov'reign  of  the  reft; 
 Defign'd  for  nobler  ends  than  they, 
 With  God's  own  image  biefsM. 
 
 10  Thus  glorious  in  the  Maker's  eye 
 
 The  young  creation  flood  ; 
 He  faw  the  building  from  on  high, 
 His  word  pronouncM  it  good. 
 
 11  Lord,  while  the  frame  of  nature  Hands, 
 
 Thy  praife  mall  fill  my  tongue  : 
 But  the  new  world  of  grace  demands 
 A  more  exalted  fong. 
 
 HYMN    CXLVIII.     (CM.) 
 
 God  reconciled  in  Chrift. 
 
 1  TxE  A  REST  of  all  the  names  above, 
 JLJ     My  Jefus,  and  my  God, 
 Who  can  refift  thy  heav'nly  love, 
 Or  trifle  with  thy  blood? 
 7,  'Tis  by  the  merits  of  thy  death 
 The  Father  fmil.es  again  ; 
 'Tis  by  thine  interceding  breath 
 The  Spirit  dwells  with  men. 
 5  Till  God  in  human  flefh  I  fee, 
 My  thoughts  no  comfort  find  : 
 The  holy,  juft,  and  facred  Three, 
 Are  terrors  to  my  mind. 
 
 4  But  if  Immanuel's  face  appear, 
 
 My  hope,  my  joy  begins  : 
 His  name  forbids  my  flavilh  fear, 
 His  grace  removes  my  fms. 
 
 5  While  Jews  ton  their  own  law  rclv 
 
 And  Greeks  of  wifdom  boaft 
 I  love  th'  incarnate  myftery. 
 And  there  I  fix  my  truft* 
 
Book  II.]        HYMN     CXLIX.  21 
 
 HYMN     CXLIX.     (CM.) 
 
 Honour  to  magiftrates:    or,    government    froi 
 God. 
 
 1  ETERNAL  Sovereign  of  the  fky, 
 ■A-i     And  Lord  of  ail  below, 
 
 We  mortals  to  thy  maiefty, 
 Our  firft  obedience  owe. 
 
 2  Our  fouls  adore  thy  throne  fupreme, 
 
 And  blefs  thy  providence 
 For  magiftrates  of  meaner  name, 
 Our  glory  and  defence. 
 5  [The  crowns  of  Britiih- princes  ihine 
 With  rays  above  the  reft, 
 Where  laws  and  liberties  combine 
 To  make  the  nation  blefs'd.] 
 
 4  Kingdoms  on  nrm  foundations  frand, 
 
 While  virtue  finds  reward  : 
 And  fiuners  periih  from  the  land 
 By  juftice  and  the  iword. 
 
 5  Let  C^efar's  due  be  ever  paid 
 
 To  Csefar  and  his  throne; 
 But  coniciences  and  fouls  were  made 
 To  be  the  Lord's  alone. 
 
 HYMN    CL.     (CM.) 
 The  deceitfidmfs  of  fin. 
 
 SIN  has  a  thoufand  treacherous  arts 
 To  praciife  on  the  mind  ; 
 With  flatt'ring  looks  ihe  tempts  our  hearts, 
 
 But  leaves  a  fting  behind. 
 With  names  of  virtue' me  deceives 
 
 The  aged  and  the  young; 
 And  while  the  heedlefs  wretch  believes. 
 She  makes  his  fetters  ftrong. 
 G 
 
2i6  HYMN  CLI.  CLII.        [Book  I! 
 
 3  She  pleads  for  afl  tlie  joys  fhe  brings, 
 
 And  gives  a  fair  pretence; 
 But  cheats  the  foul  of  heav'nly  things, 
 And  chains  it  down  to  fenie. 
 
 4  So  on  a  tree  divinely  fair 
 
 Grew  the  forbidden  food', 
 Our  mother  took  the  poifon  there, 
 j  tainted  all  her  blood. 
 
 HYMN     CLI.     (L.  M.) 
 
 Prophecy  ■  ation. 
 
 I  "yWAS  by  an  order  from  the  Lord, 
 JL    The  :  •  fooke  liis  word 
 
 His  Spirit  did  their  tongues  mipire, 
 And  warm'd  their  hearts  with  heav'nly  fire, 
 2.  The  works  and  wonders  which  they  wrought, 
 Confirmed  the  meffages  they  brought,; 
 
 irophet's  pen  fucceeds  his  breath; 
 To  fave  the  holy  words  from  deal 
 
 sat  God;  mine  eyes  with  pleafure 
 On  the  d<  -  of  thy  book  ; 
 
 There  my  Redeemer's  face  I  fee, 
 name,  who  dy'd  foi 
 the  falfe  raptures  of  the  mind 
 •  aniih  in  the  wind : 
 Here  I  can  iix 
 This  is  thy  word,  and  mint  end:. 
 
 rN 
 
 H  Y  M  N    CLII.     (C.  M.) 
 Sinai  tmd  Sion,  Heb.  xii.  18,  &'< 
 
 OT  to  the  terrors  of  the  Lord, 
 
 The  tempeft,  fire  and  fmoke, 
 to  the  thunder  of  that  word 
 Which  God  on  Sinai  fpo 
 
Book  II.]  HYMN     CLIII. 
 
 2.  But  we  are  come  to  Sion's  hill,* 
 The  city  of  our  God, 
 Where  milder  words  declare  his  will, 
 And  fpread  his  love  abroad. 
 
 3  Behold  hi'  innumerable  holl 
 
 Of  angels  cloth'd  in  light! 
 Behold  the  fpirits  of  the  juft, 
 Whofe  faith  is  turn'd.  to  light ! 
 
 4  Behold  the  blefs'd  affembly  there, 
 
 Whofe  names  are  writ  in  heav'n  ! 
 And  God,  the  judge  of  all,  declares  • 
 Their  viieft  fins  forgiv'n. 
 
 5  The  faints  on  earth,  and  all  the  dead 
 
 But  one  communion  make; 
 All  join  in  Chrift  their  living  head, 
 And  of  his  grace  partake. 
 
 6  In  fuch  fociety  as  this 
 
 My  weary  foul  would  refl : 
 The  man  that  dwells  where  Jefus  is. 
 .:•  be  for  everblefr. 
 
 HYMN     CLIII.     (CM.) 
 
 _    :  difiempef,  folly,  and  madnefs  of  fn 
 
 I    QlN,  like  a  venomous  difeafe, 
 Cj     Infecls  our  vital  blood  : 
 The  only  balm  is  fov'reigri  grace, 
 And  the  phyflcian,   & 
 a  Our  beauty  and  oui  i  are  lied 3 
 
 And  we  draw  near  to  Heath  ; 
 :  Chrift  the  Lor;  lead 
 
 :h  his  aim:  ith, 
 
 3  Madnefs  by  nature  reigns  within, 
 The  pafnons  burn  and  r: 
 Till  God's  own  Son  with  fki.ll  divins 
 The  inward  hre  aiTuge. 
 
 G  z 
 
2i8  .HYMN     CLIV.  {         [Book  II. 
 
 4  [We  lick  the  duft,  wp  grafp  the  wind, 
 
 And  iblid  good  defpife  : 
 Such  is  the  folly  of  the  mind, 
 Tilljefus  makes  us  wife. 
 
 5  We  give  our  fouls  the  wounds  they  feel, 
 
 We  drink  the  pois'nous  gall, 
 
 And  ruih  with  fury  down  to  hell; 
 
 But  heav'n  prevents  the  fall.] 
 
 6  [The  man  pofiefs'd,  among  the  tombs 
 
 Cuts  his  own  flelh  and  cries  : 
 He  foams  and  raves  till  Jel'us  corned, 
 And  the  foul  ipiric  flies.] 
 
 HYMN     CLIV.     (L.  M.) 
 
 Self-  righteoufnefs  injujjitient. 
 
 i   iC  TI7HERE     are     the    mourners    *, 
 V\  Lith  the  Lord) 
 
 "  That  wait  and  tremble  atmy  word  ? 
 
 *'  That  walk  in  darknefs  aifthe  day? 
 
 "  Come,  name  your  trufc  and  flay. 
 
 2  ["  No  works  nor  duties  of  your  own 
 "  Can  for  the  fmalleft  fin  atone  ; 
 
 "  -f  The  robes  that  nature  may  provide, 
 "  Will  not  your  leatl  pollutions  hide. 
 
 3  tl  The  fofteft  couch  that  nature  knows 
 "  Can  give  the  conference  no  repOfe: 
 "  Look  to  my  righteoufnefs,  and  live: 
 "  Comfort  and  peace  are  mine  to  give.] 
 
 4  ct  Ye  fons  of  pride,  that  kindle  coals 
 
 "   With  your  own  hands  to  warm  your  fouls, 
 "  Walk  in  the  light  of  your  own  fire, 
 "  Enjoy  the  fparks  that  >e  defire  : 
 
 *  Ifaiah  1.  ic,  if.         f  Ifaiah  xxviii.  20. 
 
Book  IL]       HYMN  CLV.  CLVL  2i> 
 
 5  "  This  is  your  portion  at  my  hands, 
 "  Hell  waits  you  with  her  iron  bands  ; 
 "  Ye  thall  lie  down  in  forrow  there, 
 "  In  death,  in  darknefs,  and  defpair." 
 
 HYMN     CLV.     (CM.) 
 
 Chfift  our  pajjover. 
 
 I  T    O,  the  deftroying  angel  files 
 §  i     To  Pharaoh's  ftubborn  land  ; 
 The  pride  and  flow'r  of  Egypt  dies 
 By  his  vindictive  hand, 
 a  He  pafs'd  the  tents  of  Jacob  o'er, 
 Norpour'd  the  wrath  divine; 
 He  faw  the  blood  on  ev'ry  door, 
 And  blefs'd  the  peaceful  fign. 
 
 3  Thus  the  appointed  Lamb  muft  bleed, 
 
 To  break  th'  Egyptian  yoke  ; 
 Thus  Ifr'el  is  from  bondage  freed, 
 And  'fcapes  the  angel's  ftroke.  > 
 
 4  Lord,  if  my  heart  were  fprinkled  too 
 
 With  blood  fo  rich  as  thine, 
 Juftice  no  longer  would  purfue 
 This  guilty  foul  of  mine. 
 
 5  Jefus  our  pafTover  was  flain, 
 
 And  has  at  once  procur'd 
 Freedom  from  Satan's  heavy  chain. 
 And  God's  avenging  fword. 
 
 HYMN    CLVI.     (C.  M.) 
 
 Prefumption  and  dejpair:    or,    Satan  s  various 
 temptations. 
 
 I    T  Hate  the  tempter  and  his  charms, 
 J-       I  hate  his  flatt'ring  breath; 
 The  ferpent  rakes  a  thoufan.i  forms 
 To  cheat  our  fouls  to  death. 
 
220  HYMN    CLVII.  [Book  II. 
 
 %  He  feeds  our  hopes  with  airy  dreams, 
 Or  kills  with  llaviih  fear  ; 
 And  holds  us  ftili  in  wide  extremes, 
 Preemption,  or  defpair. 
 
 3  Now  he'perfuades,  4i  How,  eafy 'tis 
 
 "  To  walk  the  road  to  heav'n  •" 
 Anon  he  fwells  our  fins,  and  cries, 
 "  They  cannot  be  forgiv'n." 
 
 4  THe  bids  young  tinners,  "  Yet  forbear 
 "  "  To  think  of  God  or  death: 
 
 61  For  prayer  and  devotion  are 
 "  But  melancholy  breath." 
 
 5  He  tells  the  aged,  '«  They  muft  die; 
 
 "  And  *tis  too  late  to  pray, 
 iC  In  vain  for  mercy  now  they  cry, 
 "  For  they  have  loft  their  day."] 
 
 6  Thus  he  fupports  his  cruel  throne 
 
 By  mifchief  and  deceit, 
 And  drags  the  fons  of  Adam  down 
 To  darknefs  and  the  pit. 
 
 7  Almighty  God,  cut  fhort  his  pow'r, 
 
 Let  him  in  darknefs  dwell; 
 And,  that  he  vex  the  earth  no  more, 
 Confine  him  down  to  hell. 
 
 HYMN     CLVII.     (CM.) 
 
 The  fame. 
 
 1  "VT^'W'  Satan  comes  with  dreadful  roar. 
 JLN      And  threatens  to*  deftroy ; 
 
 He  worries  whom  he  can't  devour 
 With  a  malicious  joy. 
 
 2  Ye  fonj  of  God,  oppofe  his  rage  ; 
 
 Rcfift,  and  he'll  be  gone  ; 
 
 did  out  deareft  Lord  engage, 
 x';d  vanquish  him  alone. 
 
book  It]     HYMN  CLVIIT.  CLIX.        221 
 
 3  Now  he  appears  almoft  divine, 
 
 Like  innocence  and  love; 
 But  the  old  ferpent  lurks  within 
 When  he  aflumes  the  dove. 
 
 4  Fly  from  the  falfe  deceiver's  tongue, 
 
 Ye  fons- of  Adam,  fly. 
 Our  parents  found  the  fnare  too  flxong, 
 Nor  mould  the  children  try. 
 
 HYMN     CLVIIL-  0LM.) 
 Few  fayed:    or,  the  almoft  chrifiian,  the 
 
 isypocrite,  and  apoftate. 
 
 BROAD  is  the  ro^that  leads  to  death, 
 And  thoufauds  waii^ogether  there; 
 But  wifdom  ihows  a  narrow'r  path, 
 With  here  and  there  a  traveller, 
 
 2  "  Deny  thyfelf,  and  take  thy  erofs," 
 Is  the  Redeemer's  great  command  '^ 
 Nature  mud  count  her  gold  but  drofs, 
 If  (lie  would  gain  this  heav'nly  land. 
 
 3  The  fearful  foul  that  tires  and  faints, 
 And  walks  the  ways  of  God  no  more, 
 Is  but  efteem'd  almoft  a  faint, 
 
 And  makes  his  own  deftru&ion  lure. 
 
 4  Lord,  let  not  all  my  hopes.be  vam  ; 
 Create  my  heart  entirely  new  ; 
 Which  hypocrites  could  ne'er  attain; 
 Which  falfe  apoftates  never  knew. 
 
 HYMN     CLIX.     (CM.) 
 
 An  unconverted  ft  ate :  or,  converting  grace. 
 
 1   [pREAT  King  of  glory  and  of  grace! 
 VJT     We  own  with  humble  ibame, 
 How  vile  is  our  degen'rate  race, 
 And  our  nrit  father's  name.] 
 
<i%z  HYMN     CLX.  [Book 
 
 2  From  Adam  flows  our  tainted  blood, 
 
 The  poifon  reigns  within  ; 
 Makes  us  averfe  to  all  that's  good, 
 And  willing  ilaves  to  fin. 
 
 3  [Daily'we  break  thy  holy  laws, 
 
 And  then  reject  thy  grace: 
 Engag'd  in  the  old  ferpent's  caufe, 
 Againft  our  Maker's  face.] 
 
 4  We  live  chrang'd  afar  from  God, 
 
 »  And  love  the  diflance  well; 
 With  hafte  we  run  the  dang'rous  road 
 That  leads  to  death  and  hell. 
 
 5  And  can  fuch  rebels  be  reftor'd! 
 
 h  natures  made  divine! 
 Let  Turners  fee  thy  glory,  Lord, 
 And  feel  this  pow'r  of  thine. 
 
 6  We  rail"'-  our  Father's  name  on  high. 
 
 Who  his  own  Spirit  fends, 
 To  bring  rebellious  ftrangers  nigh, 
 And  turn  his  foes  to  friends. 
 
 L 
 
 H  Y  M  N     CLX.     (L.  M.) 
 
 Cuflom  in  Jin. 
 
 ET  the  wild  leopards  of  the  wood 
 Put  off  the  fpots  that  nature  gives ! 
 Then  may  the  wicked  turn  to  God, 
 And  change  their  tempers,  and  their  lives 
 As  well  might  Ethiopian  ilaves 
 Warn  out  the  darknefs  of  their  fkin  ; 
 The  dead  as  well  may  leave  their  graves. 
 As  old  tranfgreffors  ceafe  to  fin. 
 Where  vice  has  held  its  empire  long, 
 'Twill  not  endure  the  leaft  control  j 
 None  but  a  pow'r  divinely  ftrong 
 C  an  turn  the  current  of  the  foul, 
 
I  Book  II.]  -H  Y  M  N  CLXL  u} 
 
 4  Great  God  i  I  own  thy  pow'r  divine, 
 That  works  to  change  this  heart  of  mine ; 
 I  would  be  form'd  a-new,  and  blefs 
 The  wonders  of  creating  grace. 
 
 HYMN    CLXI.     (CM.) 
 
 Ch'iiftian  virtues :    or,  the  difficulty  of  conver- 
 fion. 
 
 I    CTRAIT  is  the  way,  the  door  is  ftrait 
 k3     That  leads  to  joys  on  high; 
 ?Tis  but  a  few  that  find  the  gate, 
 While  crowds  miftake  and  die. 
 1  Beloved  felf  mult  be  deny'd, 
 The  mind  and  will  renew'd, 
 Paffion  fupprefs'd,  and  patience  try'd, 
 And  vain  defires  fubdu'd. 
 
 3  [Flefh  is  a  dang'rous  foe  to  grace, 
 
 Where  it  prevails  and  rules  ; 
 Flefh  inuit  be  humbled,  pride  abas'd, 
 Left  they  deftroy  our  fouls. 
 
 4  The  love  of  gold  be  baniih'd  hence 
 
 (That  vile  idolatry) 
 And  ev'ry  member,  ev'ry  fenfe, 
 In  fweet  lubjeetion  lie. 
 
 5  The  tongue,  that  mo  ft  unruly  poy 
 
 Requires  a  ftrong  reftraint: 
 -    We  muft  be  watchful  ev'ry  hour 
 And  pray,  but  never  faint.] 
 
 6  Lord !  can  a  feeble  helplefs  worm 
 
 Fulfil  a  "talk To  hard? 
 Thy  grsce  muft  all  my  work  perform, 
 And  give  die  free  reward. 
 
224       HYMN  CLXII.  CLXIII.     [Book  II. 
 
 HYMN     CLXII.     (C.  M.) 
 
 The  meditation  of  heaven :  or,  the  joys  of  faith, 
 
 1  IV  J  Y  thoughts  furmount  thefe  lower  ikies, 
 -*-V-l     And  look  within  the  veil ; 
 
 There  fprings  of  endlefs  pleafure  rife, 
 The  waters  never  fail. 
 
 2  There  I  behold  with  fweet  delight 
 
 The  bleiled  Three  in  One; 
 And  ftrong  affections  fix  my  fight 
 On  God's  incarnate  Son. 
 
 3  His  promife  Hands  for  ever  firm, 
 
 His  grace  (hall  ne'er  depart; 
 He  binds  my  name  upon  his  arm, 
 And  feals  it  on  his  heart. 
 
 4  Light  are  the  pains  that  nature  brings  ; 
 
 How  ihort  our  furrows  are! 
 "When  with  eternal,  future  things, 
 The  prefent  we  compare. 
 
 5  I  would  not  be  a  ftranger  full 
 
 To  that  celeftial  place, 
 Where  I  for  ever  hope  to  dwell, 
 Near  my  Redeemer's  face. 
 
 HYMN    CLXIII.     (C.  M.) 
 Complaint  of  dejertion  and  temptation. 
 
 1  TXEAR  Lord!  behold  our  fore  diftrefs, 
 l^J     Our  fins  attempt  to  reign  ; 
 Stretch  out  thine  arm  of  conqu'nng  grace, 
 
 And  let  thy  foes  be  llain. 
 
 2  [The  lion  with  his  dreadful  roar 
 
 Affrights  thy  feeble  iheep  : 
 Reveal  the  glory  of  thy  pow'r, 
 And  chain  him  to  the  d 
 
[Book  II.         HYMN4  CLXIV.  21$ 
 
 3  Muft  we  indulge  a  long  defpair? 
 
 Shall  our  petitions  die? 
 Our  mournings  never  reach  thine  ear, 
 Nor  tears  affeft  thine  eye  ?] 
 
 4  If  thou  defpife  a  mortal  groan, 
 
 Yet  hear  a  Saviour's  blood  ; 
 An  advocate  fo  near  the  throne 
 Pieads  and  prevails  with  God. 
 
 5  He  brought  the  Spirit's  pow'rful  fword 
 
 To  flay  our  deadly  foes  : 
 Our  fins  lhall  die  beneath  thy  word, 
 And  hell  in  vain  oppofe. 
 
 6  How  boundlefs  is  our  Father's  grace. 
 
 In  height,  and  depth,  and  length  ! 
 He  made  his  Son  our  righteoufnefs, 
 His  Spirit  is  our  ftrength. 
 
 HYMN     CLXIV.    (CM.) 
 
 The  end  of  the  wGrld. 
 
 I  TX7"HY  mould  this  earth  delight  us  fo? 
 V  V       Why  mould  we  fix  our  eyes 
 On  thefe  low  grounds,  where  forrows  grow., 
 And  ev'ry  pieafure  dies? 
 2.  While  time  his  fharpefl  teeth  prepares, 
 Our  comforts  to  devour, 
 .  There  is  a  land  above  the  liars, 
 And  joys  above  his  pow'r. 
 
 3  Nature  ihali  be  diffolv'd  and  die, 
 
 ihe  fun  muft  end  his  race, 
 The  earth  and  lea  for  ever  fly 
 Before  my  Saviour's  face. 
 
 4  When  will  that  glorious  morning  rife, 
 
 When  the  lait  trumpet  founds 
 
 Shall  call  ths  nations  to  the  fkies. 
 
 From  underneath  the  ground  • 
 
iz6       H  Y  M  N  CLXV.  CLXVI.     [Book  II. 
 
 HYMN     CLXV.     (CM.) 
 
 UnfruitfufaefSy  ignorance,  and  wfanttified 
 affections. 
 
 1  T   ONG  have  I  fat  beneath  the  found 
 A-'     Of  thy  falvation,  Lord  ; 
 But  ftill  how  weak  my  faith  is  found, 
 And  knowledge  of  thy  word  ! 
 %  Oft  I  frequent  thy  holy  place, 
 And  hear  atmoU  in  vain  ; 
 How  imail  a  portion  of  thy  grace 
 My  memTry  can  retain  ! 
 
 3  [My  dear  Almighty,  and  my  God, 
 
 How  little  art  thou  known 
 By  all  the  judgments  of  thy  rod, 
 And  bleilings  of  thy  throne!] 
 
 4  [How  cold  and  feeble  is  my  love! 
 
 How  negligent  my  fear ! 
 How  low  my  hope  of  joys  above ! 
 How  few  afTetlions  there!] 
 
 5  Great  God!  thy  fov'reign  pow'r  impart 
 
 To  give  thy  word  fnccefs; 
 Write  thy  falvation  in  my  heart, 
 And  make  me  learn  thy  grace. 
 
 6  [Shew  my  forgetful  feet  the  way 
 
 That  leads  to  joys  on  high ; 
 There  knowledge  grows  without  decav  . 
 And  love  (hall  never  die.] 
 
 HYMN    CLXVI.     (CM.) 
 
 The  divine  perfetlionf. 
 
 I   TTOXV  mall  I  praife  th'  eternal  God, 
 Al     That  infinite  Unknown  ! 
 Who  can  afcend  his  high  abode, 
 Or  venture  near  his  throne! 
 
Book  II.]        H  Y  M  N    CLXVII.  ^l^ 
 
 2  [The  great  Invifible  !  he  dwells 
 
 Conceal'd  in  dazzling  light; 
 But  his  all-iearching  eve  reveals 
 The  fecrets  of  the  night. 
 
 3  Thofe  watchful  eyes  that  never  fieep9 
 
 Survey  the  world  around  ! 
 His  wifdom  is  a  bound  lets  deep, 
 
 Where  all  our  thoughts  are  drown'd.] 
 
 4  [Speak,  we  of  flxength?  his  arm  is  ftrong, 
 
 To  fave  or  to  defiroy  : 
 Infinite  years  his  life  prolong, 
 And  endlefs  is  his  joy.] 
 
 5  [He  knows  no  lhadow  of  a  change, 
 
 Nor  alters  his  decrees;  : 
 
 Firm  as  a  rock  his  truth  remains, 
 To  guard  his  prornifes.] 
 
 6  [Sinners  before  his  prefence  die : 
 
 How  holy  is  his  name  ! 
 His  anger  and  his  jealoufy 
 Burn  like  devouring  flame.] 
 
 7  Juftice  upon  a  dreadful  throne 
 
 Maintains  the  rights  of  God, 
 While  mercy  fends  her  pardons  downp 
 Bought  with  a  Saviour's  blood. 
 
 8  Now  to  my  foul,  immortal  King ! 
 
 Speak  fome  forgiving  word  ; 
 Then  'twill  be  double  joy  to  fing 
 The  glories  of  my  Lord. 
 
 G 
 
 HYMN    CLXVII.    (L.  M.) 
 
 The  divine  perfections. 
 REAT  God  !  thy  glories  mall  employ 
 
 My  holy  fear,  my  humble  joy; 
 My  lips  in  fongs  of  honour  bring 
 Their  tribute  to  th7  eternal  King, 
 
 > 
 
128  HYMN    CLXVII.        [Book  II. 
 
 2  [Earth  and  the  ftars,  and  worlds  unknown. 
 Depend  precarious  on  his  throne  ; 
 
 All  nature  hangs  upon  his  word,' 
 And  grace  and  glory  own  their  Lord.] 
 
 3  [His  fov'reign  pow'r  what  mortal  knows? 
 If  he  commands,  who  dare  oppofe? 
 With  ftrength  he  girds  himfelf  around. 
 And  treads  the  rebels  to  the  ground.] 
 
 4  [Who  fhall  pretend  to  teach  him  (kill. 
 Or  guide  the  counfels  of  his  will? 
 His  wifdom,  like  a  fea  divine, 
 Flows  deep  and  high  beyond  our  line.] 
 
 5  [His  name  is  holy,  and  his  eye 
 Burns  with  immortal  jealoufy; 
 
 He  hates  the  fons  of  pride,  and  iheds 
 His  fi'ry  vengeance  on  their  heads.] 
 5  [The  beamings  of  his  piercing  fight 
 Bring  dark  hypocrify  to  light; 
 Death  and  deftruftion  naked  lie, 
 And  hell  uncover' d  to  his  eye.] 
 7  [TV  eternal  law  before  him  ftands  3 
 His  juftice  with  impartial  hands 
 Divides  to  all  their  due  reward, 
 Or  by  the  fceptre,  or  the  fword.J 
 S  [His  mercy,  like  a  boundlefs  fea, 
 Wathes  our  load  of  guilt  away; 
 While  his  own  Son  came  down  and  dy?d, 
 T*  engage  his  juftice  on  our  fide.] 
 
 9  [Each  of  his  words  demands  my  faith; 
 My  foul  can  reft  on  all  he  faith; 
 
 His  truth  inviolablv  keeps, 
 The  largeft  promife  of  his  lips.] 
 
 10  O,  tell  me  wich  a  gentle  voice, 
 
 "  Thou  art  my  God."  and  I'll  reioice: 
 Fill'd  with  thy  love,   I  dare  proclaim 
 The  brightell  honours  of  thy  name, 
 
BookIL]   HYMN  CLXVIII.  CLXIX.    229 
 
 HYMN     CLXVIII.     (L.  M.) 
 
 The  fame, 
 
 I  yEHOVAH  reigns,  his  throne  is  high3 
 J   His  robes  are  light  and  majefty! 
 His  glory  ihines  with  beams  fo  bright, 
 No  mortal  can  fuftam  the  light. 
 
 Z  His  terrors  keep  the  world  in  awe; 
 His  juftice  guards  his  holy  law; 
 His  love  reveals  a  fmiling  face, 
 His  truth  and  promife  feal  the  grace. 
 
 3  Thro'  all  his  works  his  wifdom  mines* 
 And  bafHes  Satan's  deep  defigns; 
 
 His  pow'r  is  fov'reign  to  fulfil 
 The  nobleft  counfels  of  his  will. 
 
 4  And  will  this  glorious  Lord  defcend 
 To  be  my  father  and  my  friend? 
 Then  let  my  longs  with  angels  join; 
 Heav'n  is  fecure,  if  God  be  mine. 
 
 HYMN    CLXIX, 
 The  fame  as  Pfahn  cxlviiL 
 
 I       ryi HE  Lord  Jehovah  reigns, 
 
 X     His  throne  is  built  on  high? 
 The  garments  he  aflumes 
 Are  light  and  majefty; 
 
 His  glories  lhine 
 
 With  beams  fo  bright, 
 
 No  mortal  eye 
 
 Can  bear  the  fight. 
 %      The  thunders  of  his  hand 
 Keep  the  wide  world  in  awe 
 His  wrath  and  juflice  ftand 
 To  guard  his  holy  law  ; 
 
 And  where  his  love 
 
 R.efolves  to  blefs, 
 
 His  truth  confirms 
 
 And  feals  the  grace 
 
3o  HYMN     CLXX.  [Book! 
 
 ;       Thro'  all  his  ancient  works 
 .Surpriling  wifdoni  mines, 
 Confounds  the  pow'rs  of  hell, 
 
 And  breaks' their  curs'd  defigns* 
 
 Strong  is  his  arm, 
 
 And  mall  fulfil 
 
 His  great  decrees, 
 
 His  iov'reign  will. 
 And  can  this  mighty  King 
 Of  glory  condefcend! 
 And  will  he  write  his  name, 
 "  My  Father  and  my  Friend:" 
 
 I  love  his  name! 
 
 I  love  his  word  ! 
 
 Join  all  my  pow'rs, 
 
 And  praife  the  Lord. 
 
 HYMN    CLXX.     (L.  M.) 
 
 God  incomprehenjible  and  fovereign. 
 
 [pAN  creatures  to  perfection  find  * 
 \_j  Th'  eternal,  uncreated  mind  r 
 Or  can  tire  largeffc  flretch  of  thought 
 Meafuie  and  fearch  his  nature  out? 
 'Tis  high  as  heav'n  'tis  deep  as  hell; 
 d  what  can  mortal  know  or  tell  - 
 .lory  fpreads  beyond  the  iky, 
 And. all  the  mining  worlds  on  high. 
 But  man,  vain  man,  would  fain  be  wife; 
 
 n  like  a  wild  young  colt,  he  flies 
 Thro'  all  the  follies  of  his  mind, 
 
 uells,  and  [huffs  the  empty  wind.] 
 God  is  a  King,  of  pow'r  unknown; 
 Firm  are  the  orders  of  his  throne  : 
 If  he  refoive,  who  dare  oppol'e, 
 Or  afk  him  why,  @v  what  he  does? 
 
 *  Job  xi.  7,  &c. 
 
Book  II.]  HYMN'  CLXX.  231 
 
 5  He  wounds  the  heart,  and  he  makes  whole  j 
 He  calms  the  temped  of  the  foul: 
 
 When  he  fhuts  up  in  long  defpair, 
 "Who  can  remove  the  heavy  bar? 
 
 6  *  He  frowns,  and  darknefs  veils  the  moon; 
 The  fainting  fun  grows  dim  at  noon: 
 
 ^  The  pillars  of  heavVs  itarry  roof 
 Tremble  and  Hart  at  his  reproof, 
 
 7  He  gave  the  vaulted  hea»'^  it*  form,  , 
 The  crooked  ferpent  anB  Ae  worm; 
 
 He  breaks  the  billows  with  his  breath, 
 And  fmites  the  fans  of  pride  to  death, 
 3  Thefe  area  portion  of  his  ways; 
 But  who  ihall  dare  defcribe  his  face? 
 Who  can  endure  his  light,  or  ltand 
 To  hear  the  thunders  of  his  hand? 
 
 *  Job  xxv,  5,  f  Job  xxvi.  11,  &c* 
 
 The  END  of  tin  SECOND  BOOK, 
 
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 H      Y      M"N      S..- 
 
 PREPARED   FOR   TftE*  LORD'S    SUFPER: 
 
 HYMN    I,    (L.  M.) 
 
 T7i£  Lord's  Supper  inftituted, 
 i  Cor.  xi.  23,  &c. 
 j  >npwAS  on  that  dark,  that  doleful  night, 
 •*•     When  pow'rs  of  earth  and  hell  arofe. 
 Againft  the  Son  of  God7s  delight 
 And  friends  betray'd  him  to  his  foes. 
 i  Before  the  mournful  fcene  began, 
 He  took  the  bread  and  blefs'd  and  brake; 
 What  love  thro'  all  his  actions  ran! 
 What  wondrous  words  of  grace  he  i'pake! 
 
 3  "  This  is  my  body,  broke  for  fin  ; 
 
 *    "  Receive  and  eat  the  living  food  ;'* 
 Then  took  the  cup  and  blefs'd  the  wine: 
 *'  'Tis  the  new  cov'nant  in  my  blood." 
 
 4  [For  us  his  flefh  with  nails  was  torn, 
 He  bore  the  fcourgc,  he  felt  the  thorn: 
 And  juftice  pour'd  upon  his  head 
 
 Its  heavy  veng'ance  in  our  ftead. 
 £  For  us  his  vital  blood  was  fpilt, 
 To  buy  the  pardon  of  our  guilt; 
 When,  for  black  crimes  of  biggeft  fize. 
 He  gave  his  foul  a  focrifice.] 
 
Book  III.]  HYMN    II.  23; 
 
 6  "  Do  this,  (he  cry'd)  'till  time  mall  end, 
 "  In  mem'ry  of  your  dying  friend; 
 
 *c  Meet  at  my  table,  and  record 
 c<  The  love  of  your  departed  Lord." 
 
 7  [Jefus  !  thy  feaft  we  celebrate, 
 
 We  mew  thy  death,  we  fing  thy  name, 
 Till  thou  return,  and  we  mall  eat 
 The  marriage-fupper  of  the  Lamb.] 
 
 HYMN    II.    (S.M.) 
 
 Csmmunion  with  Chrift,  and  with  faints, 
 i  Cor.  x.  1 6,  17. 
 
 I       [JESUS  invites  his  faints 
 
 J   To  meet  around  his  board  ; 
 Here  pardon'd  rebels  fit,  and  hold 
 Communion  with  their  Lord. 
 %      For  food  he  gave  his  flefh  ; 
 He  bids  us  drink  his  blood; 
 Amazing  favour,  matchlefs  grace 
 Of  our  defcending  God  !] 
 
 3  This  holy  bread  and  wine 
 Maintains  our  fainting  breath, 
 
 By  union  with  our  living  Lord, 
 And  int'reft  in  his  death. 
 
 4  Our  heav'nly  Father  calls 
 Chrift  and  his  members  one; 
 
 We  the  young  children  of  his  love, 
 And  he  the  firft-born  Son. 
 
 5  We  are  but  fev'ral  parts 
 Of  the  fame  broken  bread ; 
 
 One  body  hath  its  lev'ral  limbs, 
 But  Jefus  is  the  head. 
 
 6  Let  all  our  pow'rs  be  join's! 
 His  glorious  name  to  raife  : 
 
 Pleafure  and  love  fill  ev*ry  mind*, 
 And  ev'ry  voice  be  praife; 
 
*34  HYMN  III.  IV.        [Book  III. 
 
 HYMN    III.    (CM.) 
 
 The  new  Tejlament  in  the  blood  of  Chrift;   or, 
 the  new  covenant  jealed. 
 
 I  "  r  I  ^HE  promife  of  my  Father's  love 
 1       "  Shall  ftand  for  ever  good  :" 
 He  faid,  and  gave  his  foul  to  death, 
 And  feal'd  the  grace  with  blood, 
 a  To  this  dear  cov'nant  of  thy  word 
 I  fet  my  worthlefs  name  ; 
 I  feal  th'  engagement  to  my  Lord, 
 And  make  my  humble  claim. 
 
 3  The  light,  and  ftrength,  and  pard'ning  grace. 
 
 And  glory  (hall  be  mine  ; 
 My  life  and  foul,  my  heart  and  flefh, 
 And  all  my  pow'rs  are  thine. 
 
 4  I  call  that  legacy  my  own 
 
 Which  Jefus  did  bequeath; 
 'Twas  purchas'd  with  a  dying  groan, 
 And  ratify'd  in  death. 
 
 5  Sweet  is  the  mem'ry  of  his  name 
 
 Who  blefs'd  us  in  his  will, 
 
 And  to  his  teftament  of  love 
 
 Made  his  own  life  the  feal. 
 
 HYMN     IV.     (C.  M.) 
 
 Ghrirt'i"  dying  love:  or,  our  pardon  bought  at  a 
 dear  price. 
 
 1  T  TOW  condefcending  and  how  kind 
 XI.     Was  God's  eternal  Son  ! 
 Our  mis'ry  reach'd  his  heav'nly  mind, 
 
 And  pity  brought  him  down. 
 
 2  [When  juftice,  by  our  fins  provok'd, 
 
 Drew  forth  his  dreadful  fword, 
 He  e'ave  his  foul  up  to  the  ftroke, 
 Without  a  murm'ring  word.l 
 
III.]  HYMN     V.  »       235 
 
 3  [He  funk  beneath  our  heavy  woes. 
 
 To  raife  us  to  his  throne: 
 There's  ne'er  a  gift  his  hand  befrows 
 But  colt  his  heart  a  groan.] 
 
 4  This  was  companion  like  a  God, 
 
 That  when  the  Saviour  knew, 
 The  price  of  pardon  was  his  blood, 
 His  pity  ne'er  withdrew. 
 
 5  NrT.v  tho?  he  reigns  exalted  high, 
 
 His  love  is  itill  as  great: 
 
 Well  he  remembers  Calvary; 
 
 Nor  let  his  faints  forget. 
 
 6  s[Here  we  behold  his  bowels  roll, 
 
 As  kind  as  when  he  dy'd. 
 And  fee  the  farrows  of  his  foul 
 Bleed  thro'  his  wounded  fide.] 
 
 7  [Here  we  receive  repeated  feals 
 
 ,  Of  Jefus'  dying  love ; 
 Hard  is  the  wretch  that  never  feels 
 One  foft  afFeftion  move.] 
 
 8  Here  let  our  hearts  begin  to  melt, 
 
 While  we  his  death  record, 
 And,  with  our  joy  for  pardon'd  guilt, 
 Mourn  that  we  pierc'd  the  Lord. 
 
 HYMN    V.     (CM.) 
 Cbriit  the  bread  of  life,  John  vi.  31,  35,  39, 
 
 1  T   ET  us  adore  th'  eternal  word, 
 JLi     'Tis  he  our  fouls  hath  fed  : 
 Thou  art  our  living  ffream,  O  Lord, 
 
 And  thou  th'  immortal  bread. 
 
 2  [The  manna  came  from  lower  Ikies, 
 
 But  jefus  from  above,    ' 
 Where  the  frefh  fprings  of  pleafure  rife, 
 And  rivers  flow  with  love. 
 
*$6  HYMN     VI.  [Bool*  III, 
 
 3  The  Jews,  the  fathers,  dy'd  at  laft,  . 
 
 Who  ate  that  heav'nly  bread  ; 
 But  thefe  provifions  which  we  tafte 
 Can  raife  us  from  the  dead.] 
 
 4  Blefs'd  be  the  Lord,  that  gives  his  flem 
 
 To  nourifh  dying  men  ; 
 And  often  fpreads  his  table  frefh, 
 Left  we  mould  faint  again. 
 
 5  Our  fouls  fhall  draw  their  heav'nly  breath, 
 
 While  Jefus  finds  fupplies  : 
 Nor  lhall  our  graces  fink  to  death, 
 For  Jefus  never  dies. 
 
 6  [Daily  our  mortal  flefh  decays,  v 
 
 But  Chrift  our  life  ihall  come; 
 His  unrefifted  pow'r  mall  raife 
 Our  bodies  from  the  tomb.] 
 
 HYMN    VI.     (L.  M.) 
 
 The  memorial  of  our  abfent  Lord. 
 John  xvi.  16.  "Luke  xxii.  19.  John  xiv.  3. 
 
 1   tESUS  is  gone  above  the  Ikies, 
 J   Where  our  weak  fenfes  reach  him  not; 
 And  carnal  objects  court  our  eyes, 
 To  thruft  our  Saviour  from  our  thought. 
 
 2.  He  knows  what  wandering  hearts  we  have. 
 Apt  to  forget  his  lovely  face; 
 And,  to  refrefh  our  minds,  he  gave 
 Thefe  kind  memorials  of  his  grace. 
 
 3  The  Lord  of  life  this  table  fpread 
 With  his  own  fleih  and  dying  blood ; 
 We  on  the  rich  provision  feed, 
 
 And  tafte  the  win#,  and  blefs  the  God. 
 
 4  Let  fmful  fweets  be  all  forgot, 
 And  earth  grow  lefs  in  our  efteem ; 
 Chrift  and  his  love  fill  ev'ry  thought, 
 And  faith  and  hope  be  fix'd  on  him. 
 
Book  III.]        HYMN  VII.  VIII.  23" 
 
 5:  While  he  is  abfent  from  our  fight, 
 'Tis  to  prepare  our  fouls  a  place. 
 That  we  may  dwell  in  heavenly  light, 
 And  live  for  ever  near  his  face.  - 
 
 6  [Our  eyes  look,  upwards  to  the  hills 
 Whence  our  returning  Lord  inall  come  ; 
 We  wait  thy  chariot's  awful  wheels, 
 To  fetch  our  longing  fpirits  home.] 
 
 HYMN    VII.     (L.  M.) 
 Crucifixion  to  the  vsorld  by  the  crofs  of  Chrift, 
 
 Gal.  vi  14. 
 1  "txt  HEN  I  furvey  the  wondrous  crofs 
 W    On  which  the  Prince  of  Glory  dy'd, 
 My  richeil  gain  I  count  but  lofs, 
 And  pour  contempt  on  all  my  pride. 
 4  Forbid  it,  Lord,  that  I  ihould  boaft, 
 Save  in  the  death  of  Chrift  my  God ; 
 All  the  vain  things  that  charm  me  mo#3 
 I  facrifice  them  to  his  blood. 
 See  from  his  head,  his  hands,  his  feet, 
 Sorrow  and  love  flow  mingled  down ! 
 Did  e'er  fuch  love  and  forrow  meet. 
 Or  thorns  compofe  fo  rich  a  crown ! 
 [His  dying  crimfon,  like  a  robe, 
 Spreads  o'er  his  body  on  the  tree; 
 Then  am  I  dead  to  all  the  globe, 
 And  all  the  globe  is  dead  to  me.] 
 Were  the  whole  realm  of  nature  mine, 
 That  were  a  prefent  far  too  fmall; 
 Love  fo  amazing,  fo  divine, 
 Demands  my  foul,  my  life,  my  all. 
 
 HYMN     VIII.     (C.  M.)  t 
 
 The  tree  of  life, 
 [f-i  OME,  let  us  join  a  joyful  tune,, 
 
 K^j     To  our  exalted  Lord, 
 Ye  faints  on  high  around  his  throne, 
 And  we  around  his  board. 
 
~>S     •  HYMN    IX.  [Book  III. 
 
 2  While  once  upon  this  lower  ground, 
 Weary  and  faint  ye  flood, 
 What  dear  refreshments  here  ye  found 
 From  this  immortal  food  !] 
 .3  The  tree  of  life,  that  near  the  throne, 
 In  heaven's  high  garden  grows, 
 Laden  with  grace  bends  gently  down 
 /      Its  ever  fmiling  boughs! 
 ,4  [Hov'ring  amongft  the  leaves  here  flands 
 The  fweet  celeftial  dove, 
 And  Jefus  on  the  branches  hangs 
 The  banner  of  his  love.] 
 
 5  [Tis  a  young  heav'n  of  ttrange  delight- 
 
 While  in  his  fhade  we  fit ; 
 His  fruit  is  pleating  to  the  fight, 
 And  to  the  tafte  as  fweet. 
 
 6  New  life  it  fpreads  thro'  dying  hearts, 
 
 And  cheers  the  drooping  mind; 
 Vigour  and  joy  the  juice  imparts 
 Without  a  fling  behind.] 
 
 7  Now  let  the  naming  weapon  fland 
 
 And  guard  all  Eden's  trees  : 
 There's  ne'er  a  plant  in  all  that  land 
 That  bears  fuch  fruits  as  thefe. 
 
 8  Infinite  grace  our  fouls  adore, 
 
 Whole  wondrous  hand  has  made 
 This  living  branch  of  fov'reign  pow'r 
 To  raife  and  heal  the  dead. 
 
 :     HYMN    IX.     (S.  M.) 
 
 The  Spirit ,  the  water,  and  the  blood, 
 1  John  v.  6. 
 
 ET  all  our  tongues  be  one 
 1  To  praife  our  God  on  high, 
 Who  from  his  bofom  fent  his  Son 
 To  fetch  us  flrangers  nigh. 
 
 L 
 
Book  III.]  HYMN    IX.  259 
 
 z      Nor  let  our  voices  ceafe 
 
 To  fing  the  Saviour's  name  ; 
 Jefus,  th*  ambaflador  of  peace, 
 How  cheerfully  he  came. 
 
 3  It  coft  him  cries  and  tears 
 To  bring  us  near  to  God; 
 
 Great  was  our  debt,  and  he  appears 
 To  make  the  payment  good. 
 
 4  [My  Saviour's  pierced  hde 
 Pour'd  out  a  double  flood  ; 
 
 .  By  water  we  are  purify'd, 
 And  pardon'd  by  the  blood. 
 
 5  Infinite  was  our  guilt, 
 
 But  he,  our  prielt,  atones  ; 
 On  the  cold  ground  his  life  was  fpilt, 
 
 And  offer'd  with  his  groans. ] 
 4>      Look  up,  my  foul,  to  him, 
 
 Whofe  death  was  thy  defert, 
 And  humbly  view  the  living'  ftream 
 
 Flow  from  his  breaking  heart. 
 7      There  on  the  curfed  tree 
 
 In  dying  pangs  he  lies, 
 Fulfils  his  Father's  great  decree, 
 
 And  all  our  wants  fupplies. 
 3       Thus  the  Redeemer  came, 
 
 By  water  and  fey  blood  : 
 And  when  the  Spirit  fpeaks  the  faine'^ 
 
 We  feel  his  witnefs  good. 
 
 9  While  the  Eternal  Three 
 Bear  their  record  above, 
 
 Here  I  believe  he  dy'd  for  me, 
 And  feal  my  Saviour's  love. 
 
 10  [Lord,  cleanfe  my  foul  from  fin; 
 
 Nor  let  thy  grace  depart : 
 Great  Comforter,  abide  within, 
 And  witnefs  to  my  heart.] 
 
240  HYMN  X.  XI.  [Book  III. 
 
 HYMN    X.     (L.  M.) 
 Chrift  crucified,  the  wifddm  and  power  of  God. 
 
 I    XJATURE  with  open  volume  ftands, 
 i M    To  fpread  her  Maker's  praife  abroad ; 
 And  ev'ry  labour  of  his  hands 
 Shews  fomethihg  worthy  of  a  God. 
 
 2-  But  in  the  grace  that  refcu'd  man, 
 His  brighteft  form  of  glory  fhines ; 
 Here,  on  the  crofs,  'tis  faireft  drawn 
 In  precious  blood,  and  crimfon  lines. 
 
 3  [Here  his  whole  name  appears  complete;     ' 
 Nor  wit  can  guefs:  nor  reafon  prove, 
 Which  of  the  letters  belt  is  writ, 
 
 The  pow'r,  the  wifdom,  or  the  love.} 
 
 4  Here  I  behold  his  inmoft  heart, 
 
 Where  grace  and  veng'ance  flrangely  join, 
 Piercing  his  Son  with  iharpeft  fmart, 
 To  make  the  purchased  pleafures  mine. 
 
 5  O  !  the  fweet  wonders  of  that  crofs, 
 Where  God  the  Saviour  lov'd,  and  dy'd ! 
 Her  nobleft  life  my  fpirit  draws 
 
 From  his  dear  wounds  and  bleeding  fide. 
 
 6  I  would  for  ever  fpeak  his  name, 
 In  founds  to  mortal  ears  unknown; 
 With  an  eels  join  to  praife  the  Lamb-, 
 And  worlhip  at  his  Father's  throne. 
 
 HYMN     XL     (CM.) 
 
 Pardon  brought  to  our  jenjes. 
 
 I   T    ORD,  how  divine  thy  comforts  are! 
 *—*     How  heav'nly  is  the  pi 
 Where  Jefus  fpreads  the  facreri  feafl 
 Of  his  redeeming  grace! 
 %  There  the  rich  bounties  of  our  God, 
 And  fweeteft  glories  fliine; 
 There  Jefus  fays,  that  "  I  am  hi?, 
 **  And  my  Beloved's  mine. 
 
Book  III.]  HYMN    XII.  *4i 
 
 3  <c  Here,  (fays  the  kind  redeeming  Lord, 
 
 And  ihews  his  wounded  fide) 
 "  See  here  the  fpring  of  all  our  iovs, 
 "  That  open'd  when  I  dy'd  !" 
 
 4  [He  fmiles  and  cheers  my  mournful  heart, 
 
 And  tells  of  all  his  pain: 
 "  All  this  (fays  he)  I  bore  for  thee;" 
 And  then  he  fmiles  again,] 
 
 5  What  mail  we  pay  our  heav'nly  King 
 
 For  grace  fo  vaft  as  this  ? 
 •  He  brings  our  pardon  to  our  eyess 
 And  feals  it  with  a  kifs. 
 
 6  [Let  fuch  amazing  loves  as  thefe 
 
 Be  founded  all  abroad; 
 Such  favours  are  beyond  degrees. 
 And  worthy  of  a  God.] 
 
 7  [To  him  that  wafh'd  us  in  his  blood 
 
 Be  everlaihng  praife; 
 Salvation,  honour,  glory,  pow'r. 
 Eternal  as  his  days.] 
 
 HYMN    XII.     (L.  M.) 
 The  gofpel  feajij  Lukexiv.  i6,  &c.  - 
 
 i  [TjOW  rich  are  thy  provifions,  Lord? 
 _ti  Thy  table  furnimM  from  above  ! 
 The  fruits  of  life  o'erfpread  the  board, 
 The  cup  o'erflows  with  heav'nly  love. 
 
 1  Thine  ancient  family,  the  Jews, 
 Were  nrft  invited  to  the  fe.aft : 
 We  humbly  take  what  they  refnfe, 
 And  Gentiles  thy  falvation  tafte. 
 
 3  We  are  the  poor,  the  blind,  the  lame, 
 And  help  was  far,  -and  death  was  nigh  I 
 But  at  the  gofpel-call  we  came 
 And  ev'ry  want  receiv'd  fupply. 
 
24*  HYMN     Xlli.         [Book  III. 
 
 4  From  the  highway  that  leads  to  hell, 
 From  paths  of  darknefs  and  defpair, 
 Lord,  we  are  come  with  thee  to  dwell 
 Glad  to  enjoy  thy  prel'ence  here.] 
 
 5  [What  mall  we  pay  th'  eternal  Son, 
 That  left  the  heav'n  of  his  abode, 
 
 And  to  this  wretched  earth  came  down,"* 
 To  bring  us  wand'rers  back  to  God  ? 
 
 6  It  coll  him  death  to  fave  our  lives ; 
 To  buy  our  fouls  it  coll  his  own; 
 And  all  the  unknown  joys  he  gives, 
 Were  bought  with  agonies  unknown, 
 
 7  Our  everlalting  love  is  due 
 
 To  him  that  ranfom'd  Tinners  loft; 
 And  pity'd  rebels,  when  he  knew 
 .The  vaft  expeuce  his  love  would  coll.] 
 
 H  Y  M  N    XIII.     (C.  M.) 
 
 ■Divine  love  making  a  feaft,    and  calling  .' 
 guefts,  Luke  xiv.  17,  22,  23. 
 
 i   T  TOW  fweet  and  awful  is  the  place 
 -tJ.     With  Chrift  within  the  doors, 
 While  everlalting  love  difplays 
 The  choiceft  of  her  ftores  ! 
 &  Here  ev'ry  bowel  of  our  God 
 With  foft  companion  rolls  : 
 Here  peace  and  pardon  bought  with  blood, 
 Is  food  for  dying  fouls. 
 
 3  [While  all  our  hearts  and  all  our  fongs 
 
 Join  to  admire  the  feall, 
 Each  of  us  cry  with  thankful  tongues, 
 "  Lord,  why  was  I  a  gueft? 
 
 4  "  Why  was  I  made  to  hear  thy  voice, 
 
 "  And  enter  while  there's  room; 
 ct  When  thoufands  make  a  wretched  choice, 
 "  And  rather  ftarve  than  com?  r" 
 
Book  III.]  HYMN    XIV.  243 
 
 5  'Twas  the  fame  love  that  fpread  the  feaft, 
 
 That  fweetly  forc'd  us  in  ; 
 ,    Elfe  we  had  ftill  refus'd  to  tafte, 
 And  perim'd  in  our  fin. 
 
 6  [Pity  the  nations,  O  our  God! 
 
 Conftrain  the  earth  to  come; 
 Send  thy  victorious  word  abroad, 
 And  bring  the  ftrangers  home. 
 tj  We  long  to  fee  thy  churches  full, 
 That  all  the  chofen  race 
 May  with  one  voice,  and  heart,  and  foul, 
 Sing  thy  redeeming  grace.] 
 
 HYMN     XIV.     (L.  M.) 
 
 The  fong  of  Simeon,  Luke  ii.  28 :  cr,  a  fight 
 of  Chrift  makes  death  eafy. 
 
 j  "VtOW  have  our  hearts  embraced  our  God, 
 IN    We  would  forget  all  earthly  charms5 
 And  wifh  to  die,  as  Simeon  wou'd, 
 With  his  young  Saviour  in  his  arms. 
 
 1  Our  lips  mould  learn  that  joyful  fong, 
 Were  but  our  hearts  prepar'd  like  his; 
 Our  fouls  ftill  willing  to  be  gone, 
 And  at  thy  word  depart  in  peace. 
 
 3  Here  we  have  feen  thy  face,  O  Lord, 
 And  vievv'd  falvation  with  our  eyes, 
 Tafted  and  felt  the  living. word, 
 
 The  bread  defcending  from  the  fkies. 
 
 4  Thou  haft  prepar'd  this  dying  Lamb, 
 Hall  let  his  blood  before  our  face, 
 To  teach  the  terrors  of  thy  name, 
 And  lhew  the  wonders  of  thy  grace. 
 
 5  He  is  our  light;  our  morning-ftar 
 Shall  mine  on  nations  yet  unknown; 
 The  glory  of  thine  Ifr'el  here, 
 
 And  joy  of  fpirits  near  thy  throne* 
 
-44  aiN  XV.  XVI.        [Book  I 
 
 H  Y  M  N     XV.     (C.  M.) 
 
 Our  Lord  Jefus  at  his  own  table. 
 
 i  [HP HE  mem'ry  of  our  dying  Lord 
 a  a  thankful  tongue  : 
 
 How  rich  he  fpread  his  royal  board, 
 And  blefs'd  the  food,  and  fung  : 
 %  Happy  the  men  that  eat  this  bread; 
 But  doubly  blefs'd  w5s  he 
 That  gentlYybow'd  his  loving  head, 
 And  lean'd  it,  Lord,  on  thee. 
 
 3  By  faith,  the  fame  delights  we  tafte 
 
 As  that  great  fav'rite  did, 
 And  fit  and  lean  on  Jems'  breaft, 
 And  take  the  heav'nly  bread.] 
 
 4  Down  from  the  palace  of  the  fkies, 
 
 Hither  the  King  defcends  ; 
 '-'  Come,  my  beloved,  eat  (he  cries) 
 "  And  drink  falvation,  friends. 
 
 5  ["  My  flefli  is  food  and  phyfic  too, 
 
 "  A  balm  for  all  your  pains: 
 "  And  the  red  ftreams  of  pardon  flow 
 "  From  thefe  my  pierced  veins."] 
 
 6  Hofanna  to  his  bounteous  love 
 
 For  fuch  a  feaft  below! 
 And  yet  he  feeds  his  faints  above 
 With  nobler  bleffings  too. 
 
 7  [Come,   the  dear  day,   the  glorious  hour, 
 
 That  brings  our  fouls  to  reft ! 
 Then  we  lhall  need  thefe"  types  no  more, 
 But  dwell  at  th'  heav'nly  feaft.] 
 
 HYMN     XVI.     (CM.) 
 The  agonies  of  Chrift. 
 
 I  \j  OW  let  our  pains  be  all  forgot, 
 LN      Our  hearts  no  more  repine  ; 
 Our  fufFrings  are  not  worth  a  thou;:! 
 When.  Lord;  cdmpar^i  with  thine 
 
Bbkin.]  HYMN    XVIL  245 
 
 In  lively  figures  here  we  fee 
 
 The  bleeding  Prince  of  Love  ; 
 Each  of  ns  hopes  he  dy'd  for  me, 
 
 And  then  our  griefs  remove. 
 [Our  humble  faith  here  takes  his  rife, 
 
 While  Qttmg  round  his  board  ; 
 And  back  to  Calvary  the  flies, 
 
 To  view  her  groaning  Lord. 
 His  foul  what  agonies  it  felt 
 
 When  his  own  God  withdrew  ! 
 And  the  large  load  of  all  our  guilt 
 .    Lay  heavy  on  him  too  ! 
 But  the  divinity  within 
 
 Supported  him  to  bear: 
 Dying,  he  conquor'd  hell  and  iiri, 
 
 And  made  his  triumph  there.] 
 Grace,  wifdom,  juftice  join'd  and  wrought^ 
 
 The  wonders  of  that  day: 
 No  mortal  tongue,  nor  mortal  thought, 
 
 Can  equal  thanks  repay. 
 r  Our  hymns  mould  found  like  tfc-ofe  above, 
 
 Could  we  our  voices  raife  ; 
 Yet  Lord,  our  hearts  fhall  all  be  love, 
 
 And  all  our  lives  be  praife. 
 
 HYMN     XVII.     (S.  M.) 
 
 Incomparable  food :    or,    the  flejlj  and   Hood  of 
 Chrift. 
 
 [flTE  fing  th'  amazing  deeds 
 \  V       That  grace  divine  performs  ; 
 Th'  eternal  God  comes  down,  and  bleeds 
 
 To  nourifh  dying  worm: 
 This  faul-reviving  wine, 
 Dear  Saviour,  'tis  thy  blood  : 
 We  thank  that  facred  ftefh  of  thine 
 For  this  immortal  food.] 
 
246  HYMN    XVIII.  [Book  III 
 
 3  The  banquet  that  we  eat 
 
 Is  made  of  h'eav'nly  things  ! 
 Earth  has  no  dainties  half  fo  fweet 
 As  our  Redeemer  brings. 
 
 4  In  vain  had  Adam  fought, 
 And  iearch'd  his  garden  round  ; 
 
 Fur  there  was  no  fuch  blefled  fruit 
 In  all  that  happy  ground. 
 
 5  Th'  angelic  hoft  above 
 Can  never  tafte  this  food  ; 
 
 They  feafl  upon  their  Maker's  love, 
 But  not  a  Saviour's  blood. 
 
 6  On  us  th'  almighty  Lord 
 Beitows  this  matchlefs  grace, 
 
 And  meets  us  with  fome  cheering  word, 
 With  pleafure  in  his  face. 
 
 7  Come,  all  ye  drooping  faints, 
 And  banquet  with  the  King; 
 
 This  wine  will  drown  your  fad  complaints, 
 
 And  tune  your  voice  to  fmg. 
 S       Salvation  to  the  name 
 
 Of  our  adored  Chrift; 
 Thro'  the  wide  earth  his  grace  proclaim, 
 
 His  glory  in  the  high'ft. 
 
 J 
 
 HYMN    XVIII.     (L.  M.) 
 
 The  fame. 
 
 ESUS!  we  bow  before  thy  feet : 
 Thy  table  is  divinely  ftor'd  ; 
 Thy  facred  flefh  our  fouls  have  eat, 
 'Tis  living  bread,  we  thank  thee,  Lord! 
 And  here  we  drink  our  Saviour's  blood  ; 
 We  thank  thee,  Lord,  'tis  gen'rous  wine. 
 Mingled  with  love;  the  fountain  flow'd 
 From  that  dear  bleeding  heart  of  thine. 
 
ooklll.]  HYMN     XIX.  247 
 
 On  earth  is  no  fuch  fweetnefs  found, 
 For  the  Lamb's  fiefh  is  heav'nly  food  : 
 In  vain  we  fearch  the  globe  around 
 For  bread  fo  fine,  or  wine  fo  good. 
 
 .  Carnal  provisions  can  at  bell 
 But  cheer  the  heart,  or  warm  the  head : 
 But  the  rich  cordial  that  we  tafte 
 Gives  life  eternal  to  the  dead. 
 Joy  to  the  matter  of  the  feaft; 
 His  name  our  fouls  for  ever  blefs  ; 
 To  God  the  King,  and  God  the  prieft, 
 A  loud  hofanna  round  the  place. 
 
 lH  Y  M  N     XIX.     (L.  M.) 
 
 fary  in  the  crofs :  or,  not  afbamed  cf  Chrift 
 purified. 
 
 1  AT  thy  command,  our  deareft  Lord, 
 -*"*>■  Here  we  attend  thy  dying  feaft; 
 Thy  blood  like  wine  adorns  thy  board, 
 And  thine  own  flelh  feeds  ev'ry  gueft, 
 
 2  Our  faith  adores  thy  bleeding  love, 
 And  trufts  for  life  m  -one  that  dy'd ; 
 We  hope  for  heav'nly  crowns  above, 
 From  a  Redeemer  crucify'd. 
 
 3  Let  the  vain  world  pronounce  it  :hame, 
 And  fling  their  fcandals  on  thy  canfe; 
 We  come  to  boaft  our  Saviour's  name, 
 And  make  our  triumphs  in  his  crofs. 
 
 4  With  joy  we  tel!  the  fcdffing  age, 
 He  that  was  dead  has  left  his  tomb, 
 He  live,=i  above  their  utmoff  rage, 
 And  we  are  waiting  till  he  come. 
 
248  HYMN  XX.  XXI.  [Book  l. 
 
 HYMN    XX.     {CM.) 
 
 The  provifwn  for  the  table  of  our  Lon;:    i 
 the  tree  if  life,    and  river  of  love. 
 
 i   T    ORD,  we  ad frre  thy  bounteous  hand, 
 JL-i     And  fing  the  folemn  feaft, 
 Where  fweet  celeflial  dainties  il: 
 For  ev'ry  willing  gueft. 
 
 2  [The  tree  of  life  adorns  the  board 
 
 With  rich  immortal. fruit, 
 And  ne'er  an  angry  flaming  fvvord 
 To  guard  the  parTage  to't. 
 
 3  The  cup  Hands  crown'd  with  living  j 
 
 The  fountain  flows  above, 
 And  runs  down  dreaming  for  oar  ufo^ 
 '   In  rivulets  of  love,] 
 
 4  The  food's  prepared  by  heav'nly  art, 
 
 The  pleasures  well  refin'd  ; 
 They  fp'read  new  life  thro7  ev'ry  hea'i 
 And  cheer  the  drooping  mind. 
 
 5  Shout  and  proclaim  the  Saviour's  lo\ 
 
 Ye  faints  that  tafte  his  v- 
 Join  with  your  kindred  >ve, 
 
 In  loud  hofannas  join. 
 
 6  A  thoufand  glories  to  the  G 
 
 That  gives  fuch  joy  as  t 
 Hofanna  !  let  it  found  abroad, 
 And  reach  where  Jefus  is. 
 
 HYMN    XXL     (CM.) 
 
 The  triumphal  feaft  for  Cbrift' 
 
 and  death,   and  h    . 
 
 I  [/""NOME,  let  us  lift  our  h, 
 
 v_^     High  as  our  joys  a 
 And  join  the  fongs  above  the  iky, 
 Where  pleafure  never  dies. 
 
Book  111. j  HYMN     XXL  249 
 
 2  Jefus,  the  God  that  fought  and  bled, 
 
 And  conquer' c!  when  he  fell 5 
 That  rofe,  and  at  his  chariot  wheels 
 -    Dragg'd  all  the  pow'rs  of  hell.] 
 
 3  (Jefus,  the  God,  invites  us  here 
 
 To  this  triumphal  feaft, 
 And  brings  immortal  blefiings  down 
 For  each  redeemed  gueft.] 
 
 4  The  Lord  !  how  glorious  is  his  face ! 
 
 How  kind  his. ("miles  appear! 
 And  O  !   what  melting  words  he  fays 
 To  ev'ry  humble  car.1 
 
 5  "  Lor  you,   the. children  of  my. love, 
 
 *'  It  was  for  you  I  cly'd  ; 
 t£  Behold  my  hands,  behold  my  feet, 
 "  And  look  into  my  fide. 
 
 6  IC  Thefe  are  the  wounds  for  yon  Ibore 
 
 (i  The  tokens  of  my  pains, 
 "  When  I  came  cfown  to  free  your  foi 
 (i  From  mif^ry  and  :hai   s. 
 
 7  [te~Juftice  unftfeath'd  its  fiYy  fword, 
 
 "  And  plu  ng'd  it  in  my  hea 
 4i  Infinite  pangs  for  you-I  bore, 
 "  And  moil  torm 
 I  "  When  hell  aim  all  its  fj 
 <c  Stood  drearl 
 
 To  refcue  tl 
 
 Ci  I  gave  mv  own  awa- 
 
 lole  <         Lives  <        ours, 
 
 1  But  while  I  bled,  and  groan'd  and  dy'd. 
 
 "   I  ruin'd  Satan's  thron 
 c  High  on  my  c/rofs  I  hung,   and  fpy'd 
 "  The  momler  tumbling  down. 
 "  Nov/  yon  muil  triumph  at  my  feaft, 
 "  And  tafte  my  flefh,  my  blood ; 
 
 nd  live  eternal  ages  Mefs'd, 
 '*  F03  I." 
 
2$o  HYMN  XXII.  [Book  II 
 
 11  Victorious  God!  what  can  we  pay 
 
 For  favours  fo  divine? 
 We  would  devote  our  hearts  away 
 To  be  for  ever  thine.] 
 
 12  We  give  thee,  Lord,  our  higheft  praife, 
 
 The  tribute  of  our  tongues  ; 
 But  themes  fo  infinite  as  thefe 
 Exceed  our  nobleft  fongs. 
 
 HYMN     XXII.     (I.,  M.) 
 The  compajjion  of  a  dying  Chrift. 
 
 i   •"vU  R.  fpirits  join  t'  adore  the  Lamb  ; 
 \_S   O,  tha>  our  feeble  lips  could  move 
 In  drains  immortal  as  his  name, 
 And  melting  as  his  dying  love  ! 
 
 1  Was  ever  equal  pity  found  ? 
 
 The  prince  of  heav'n  reiigns  his  breath, 
 And  pours  his  life  out  on  the  ground, 
 To  raufom  guilty  worms  from  death. 
 
 3  [Rebels,  we  broke  our  Maker's  laws; 
 He  from  the  threat'nings  fet  us  free, 
 Bore  the  full  veng'ance  on  his  crofs, 
 And  nail'd  the  curfcs  to  the  tree.] 
 
 4  [The  law  proclaim^  no  terror  now, 
 And  Sinai's  thunder  roars  no  more; 
 From  all  his  wounds  new  blefiings  flow, 
 A  fea  of  joy  without  a  more. 
 
 5  Here  we  have  wam'd  our  deepeft  ftains, 
 And  heai'd  our  wounds  with  heav'nly  blood; 
 Blefs'd  fountain  !  fpringing  from  the  vains 
 Of  Jems,  our  incarnate  God.] 
 
 6  In  vain  our  mortal  voices  flrive 
 To  fpeak  companion  fo  divine; 
 Had  we  a  thoufand  lives  to  give, 
 A  thoufand  lives 'fliould  all  be  thine, 
 
)ok  III.]      HYMN  XXIII  XXIV.         251 
 
 HYMN    XXIII.     (CM.) 
 
 Grace  and  glory  by  the  death  of  Chrift. 
 
 [qI  T  T I N  G  around  our  Father's  board, 
 
 O     We  raife  our  tuneful  breath  ; 
 Our  faith  beholds  the  dying  Lord,. 
 
 And  dooms  our  fins  to  death.] 
 We  fee  the  blood  of  Jefus  thed, 
 
 Whence  all  our  pardons  rife; 
 The  firmer  views  th  atonement  made, 
 
 And  loves  the  facrifice. 
 Thy  cruel  thorns,  thy  lhameful  crofs 
 
 Procure  us  heav'nly  crowns  : 
 Our  higheft  gain.fprings  from  thy  lofs  ; 
 
 Our  healing  from  thy  wounds. 
 '4  O!  'tis  impoilible  that  we 
 
 Who  dwell  in  feeble  clay, 
 Should  equal  fuft'rings  bear  for  theef 
 
 Or  equal  thanks  repay. 
 
 HYMN    XXIV.     (CM.) 
 Pardon  and  jlrength  from  Chrift. 
 
 FATHER,  we  wait  to  feel  thy  grace. 
 To  fee  thy  glories  mine  ; 
 The  Lord  will  his  own  table  blefs, 
 And  make  the  feaft  divine. 
 1  We  touch,  we  ta&e  the  heav'nly  bread, 
 We  drink  the  facred  cup  ; 
 With  outward  forms  our  fenfe  is  fed, 
 
 Our  fouls  rejoice  in  hope. 
 We  ihali  appear  before  the  throne 
 
 Of  our  forgiving  God, 
 Drefs'd  in  the  garments  of  his  Son, 
 And  fprihkied  with  his  blood. 
 H 
 
»5»  HYMN    XXV.  [Book  III 
 
 4  We  mail  be  ftrong  to  run  the  race, 
 
 And  climb  the  upper  iky; 
 (Thrift  will  provide  our  fouls  with  grace, 
 He  bought  a  large  fupply. 
 
 5  [Let  us  indulge  a  cheerful  frame, 
 
 For  joy  becomes  a  feaft; 
 We  love  the  mem'ry  of  his  name 
 More  than  the  wine  we  tafte.] 
 
 HYMN    XXV.    (CM.) 
 Divine  glories  and  graces. 
 
 H' 
 
 Great  God  !  how  bright  they  mine! 
 While  at  thy  word  we  break  the  bread, 
 .    And  pour  the  flowing  wine. 
 
 2  Here  thy  revenging  juftice  (lands, 
 
 And  pleads  its  dreadful  caufe; 
 Here  faving  mercy  fpreads  her  hands, 
 Like  jefus  on  the  crofs. 
 
 3  Thy  faints  attend  with  ev'ry  grace, 
 
 On  this  great  facrifice; 
 And  love  appears  with  cheerful  face, 
 And  faith  with  fixed  eyes. 
 
 4  Our  hope  in  waiting  pofture  fits, 
 
 To  heav'n  directs  her  light; 
 Here  ev'ry  warmer  paffion  meets, 
 And  warmer  pow'rs  unite. 
 
 5  Zeal  and  revenge  perform  their  part, 
 
 And  rifing  fin  deftroy: 
 Repentance  comes  with  aching  heart, 
 Yet  not  forbids  the  joy. 
 
 6  Dear  Saviour,  change  our  faith  to  fight, 
 
 Let  tin  for  ever  die; 
 Then  mail  our  fouls  be  all  delight, 
 And  ev'ry  tear  be  dry. 
 
Book  III.]  HYMN    XXVI.  253 
 
 I  Cannot  perfuade  myfelf  to  put  a  full  period 
 to  thefe  Divine  Hjnpts,  till  I  have  addreffed 
 afpecial  fong  of  glory  to  Gw  the  Father,  the 
 Sob,  and  the  Holy  Spirit.  Though  the  Latin 
 name  of  it,  Gloria  Petri,  be  retained  in  our 
 nation  from  the  Ssmas  church;  and  though 
 there  may  be  fome  exceffes  of  fuperftitious 
 honour  paid  to  the  words  of  it,  which  may 
 have  wrought  fome  unhappy  prejudices  in 
 weaker  Chriftians,  yet  I  believe  it  ftill  to  be 
 one  of  the  nobleit  parts  of  Chriftian  worlhip. 
 The  fubject  of  it  is  the  doctrine  of  the  Trinity, 
 which  is  that  peculiar  glory  of  the  divine  na- 
 ture, that  our  Lord  Jefits  Chrift  ha?  fo  clearly 
 revealed  unto  men,  and  is  fo  neceffary  to  true 
 Chriftianity.  The  action  is  praife,  which  is 
 one  of  the  mod  complete  and  exalted  parts  of 
 heavenly  worfhip.  I  have  caft  the  fong  into  a 
 variety  of  forms,  and  have  fitted  it  by  a  plain 
 verhon,  or  a  larger  paraphrafe,  to  be  lung 
 either  alone,  or  at  the  eonclufion  of  another 
 Hymn  I  have  added  alfo  a  few  ho  f ami  a?,  or 
 afcriptions  of  faivation  to  Chrift  in  the  fame 
 manner,  and  for  the  fame  'end, 
 
 DOXOLOGIES. 
 
 A  fong  of   prai  ever-Ueffed   T 
 
 God  the  Father*  Son,  and  Spirit. 
 H  Y  M  N    XXVI.     (Til.  L.  M.) 
 
 i  T5LE  S  S'D  be  the  Father  and  his  love,, 
 -&3  To  whofe  celeftia!  fource  we  oT,ve 
 ^vers  of  en  Hfcfe     jys  above, 
 And  rills  of  comfort  here  below. 
 
 H  2 
 
254        HYMN  XXVII.  XXVIII.     [Book  IIL 
 
 a,  Giory  to  thee,  great  Son  of  God, 
 From  whofe  dear  wounded  body  rolls 
 A  precious  flream  of  vital  blood, 
 Pardon  and  life  for  dying  fouls. 
 
 3  We  give  thee,  facred  Spirit,  praife, 
 Who  in  our  hearts  of  fin  and  woe 
 Makes  living  fprings  of  grace  arife, 
 And  into  boandlefs  glory  now. 
 
 4  Thus  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
 And  God  the  Spirit,  we  adore; 
 That  fea  of  life  and  love  unknown, 
 Without  a  bottom,  or  a  more. 
 
 HYMN    XXVII.     (M.  C.  M.) 
 
 2  f-\  LORY  to  God  the  Father's  name, 
 VJX     Who,  from  our  finful  race 
 Chofe  out  his  fav'rites  to  proclaim 
 
 The  honours  of  hi 
 a  Glory  to  God  the  Son  be  paid, 
 Who  dwelt  in  hum 
 And,    to  redeem  us  from  the  dead, 
 Gave  his  own  life  away. 
 
 3  Glory  to-God  the  Spirit 
 
 From  whofe  almighty  poM 
 Our  fouls  their hexviily  birth  derive, 
 And  blefs  the  happy  ho'.'r. 
 
 4  Glory  to  God  that  reigns  above, 
 
 Th'  eternal  Three  ami  I 
 Who  by  the  wondc  love 
 
 Has  made  his  nature  known. 
 
 HYMN    XXVIII.     (Til.  S.M.) 
 
 t       T    ET  God  the  Father  live 
 1_^  For  ever  on  our  tongues  : 
 Sinners  from  his  nrft  love  derive 
 The  ground  of  all  their  font . 
 
Book  III.]       HYMN  XXIX.  XXX.         255 
 
 Ye  fa!nts,  employ  your  breath 
 
 In  honour  to  the  Son, 
 Who  bought  your  fouls  from  hell  and  death, 
 
 By  offVing  up  his  own. 
 
 Give  to  the  Spirit  praife 
 
 Of  an  immortal  ftrain, 
 Whofe  light,  and  pow'r,  and  grace  convey 
 
 Salvation  down  to  men. 
 
 While  God  the  Comforter 
 
 Reveals  our  pardon'd  fin, 
 O  may  the  blo»d  and  water  bear 
 
 The  fame  record  within. 
 
 To  the  great  One  and  Three, 
 
 That  feal  this  grace  in  heav'n, 
 The  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit,  be 
 
 Eternal  glory  giv'n. 
 
 ,G' 
 
 HYMN    XXIX.    (IH.L.M.) 
 LORY  to  God  the  Trinity, 
 ^/  Whofe  name  has  myfteries  unknowns 
 In  effence  One,  in  perfons  Three ; 
 A  focial  nature,  yet  alone. 
 2  When  all  our  nobleft  pow'rs  are  join  d 
 The  honours  of  thy  name  to  raiie, 
 Thy  glories  over-match  our  mind, 
 And  angels  faint  beneath  the  praife. 
 
 HYMN    XXX.    (lid.  CM.) 
 
 iHE  God  of  mercy  be  ador'd, 
 Who  calls  our  fouls  from  death ; 
 Who  faves  by  his  redeeming  word, 
 And  new-creating  breath. 
 2.  To  praife  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 
 And  Spirit,  all  divine, 
 The  One  in  Three,  and  Three  in  One, 
 Let  faints  and  angels  join. 
 
 (T 
 
*5«  HYMN    XXXVI.        [Hook  III. 
 
 HYMN    XXXI.    (Hd.  S.  ft) 
 
 1  T   E  T  God  the  Maker's  name, 
 
 1-j  Have  honour,  love,  and  fear  ; 
 To  God  the  Saviour  pay  the  fame., 
 And  God  the  Comforter. 
 
 2  Father  of  lights  above, 
 Thy  mercy  we  adore; 
 
 The  Son  of  thine  eternal  love 
 And  Spirit  of, thy  pov/r. 
 
 HYMN    XXXII.    (Ild.L.  M.) 
 
 TO  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son' 
 And  God  the  Spirit  Three  in  One, 
 Be  honour,  praife,  and  glory  giv'a 
 By  all  on  earth,  and  all  in  heav'n 
 HYMN  XXXIII.     Or  thus  : 
 
 ALL  glory  to  thy  wondrous  name 
 Father  of  mercy,  God  of  love;* 
 Thus  we  exalt  the  Lord  the  Lamb 
 And  thus  we  praife  the  heav'niy  Dove. 
 HYMN    XXXIV.    (IIId.C.M.) 
 
 NOW  let  the  Father,  and  the  Son. 
 And  Spirit  be  ador'd, 
 Where  there  are  works  to  make  him  known 
 Or  faints  to  love  the  Lord. 
 
 HYMN    XXXV.     Or  thus  x 
 
 HONOU  R  to  the  Almighty  Three 
 And  evejrlafciag  One; 
 All  glory  to  the  Father  be, 
 The  Spirit,  and  the  Son. 
 
 HYMN    XXXVI.    (HId.S.M.) 
 
 YE  angels  round  the  throne. 
 And  faints  that  dwell  below 
 Worihip  the  Father,  love  the  Son* 
 And  blefs  the  Spirit  too. 
 
Jooklll.]        HYMN    XXXVIII.  257 
 
 HYMN  XXXVII.     Or  thus : 
 
 GIVE  to  the  Father  praife, 
 Give  glory  to  the  Son, 
 And  to  the  Spirit  of  his  grace 
 Be  equal  honour  done. 
 
 HYMN    XXXVIII. 
 
 A  fong  of  praife  to  the  bleffed  Trinity  : 
 The  lit  as  the  cxlviiith  Pfalm. 
 
 I  Give  immortal  praife 
 To  God  the  father's  love, 
 For  all  my  comforts  here, 
 And  better  hopes  above  t 
 
 He  fent  his  own 
 
 Eternal  Son 
 
 To  die  for  fins 
 
 That  man  had  done. 
 To  God  the  Son  belongs 
 Immortal  glory  toe, 
 Who  bought  us  with  his  blood 
 From  everlafting  woe; 
 
 And  now  he  lives, 
 
 And  now  he  reigns, 
 
 And  fees  the  fruit 
 
 Of  all  his  pains. 
 To  God  the  Spirit's  name 
 Immortal  worfhip  give, 
 Whofe  new-creating  pow'r 
 Makes  the  dead  finner  live ; 
 
 His  work  completes 
 
 The  great  defign, 
 
 And  fills  the  foul 
 
 With  joy  divine. 
 
258  HYMN     XXXIX.        [Book  T 
 
 4      Almighty  God  !  to  thee  . 
 Be  endlefs  honours  done, 
 The  undivided  Three, 
 And  the  myfterious  One: 
 
 Where  reafon  fails 
 
 With  all  her  pow'rs, 
 
 There  faith  prevails, 
 
 And  love  adores. 
 
 T 
 
 HYMN    XXXIX. 
 
 The  lid.  as  the  cxlviiith  Pfalm. 
 
 O  him  that  chofe  us  firft, 
 Before  the  world  began; 
 
 To  him  that  bore  the  curie 
 To  fave  rebellious  mans 
 
 To  him  that  form'd 
 
 Our  hearts  anew, 
 
 Is  endlefs  praife 
 
 And  glory  due. 
 The  Father's  love  mail  run 
 Thro'  our  immortal  fongs  ; 
 We  bring  to  God  the  Son 
 Hofannas  on  our  tongues  ; 
 
 Our  lips  addrefs 
 
 The,  Spirit's  name 
 
 With  equal  praife, 
 
 And  zeal  the  fame. 
 Let  ev'ry  faint  above, 
 And  angel  round  the  throne,, 
 For  ever  blefs  and  love 
 The  facred  Three  in  One: 
 
 Thus  heav'n  ihall  raife 
 
 His  honours  high, 
 
 When  earth  and  time 
 Grow  old  and  die. 
 
(Book  III.]  HYMN    XLIIL  359 
 
 HYMN    XL. 
 
 The  IId.*s  the  cxlviiith  Plain:. 
 
 TO  God  the  Father's  throne 
 Perpetual  honours  raife ; 
 iGlory  to  God  the  Son, 
 [To  God  the  Spirit  praife  : 
 And  while  our  lips 
 Their  tribute  bring, 
 Our  faith  adores 
 The  name  we  fing. 
 
 H  Y  M  N    XLI.     Or  tbu 
 
 TO  our  eternal  God, 
 The  Father  and  the  Son, 
 And  Spirit  all  divine, 
 Three  myrteries  in  One, 
 Salvation,  pow'r, 
 And  praife  be  giv'n, 
 By  all  on  earth, 
 And  all  in  heav'n. 
 
 The  HO  S  ANN  A:    or,  fdhation  nfaibtd  to 
 Chrift. 
 
 HYMN    XLII.     (L.  M.) 
 1  "jjrOSANNA  to  king  David's  Son. 
 X.&.  Who  reigns  on  a  fuperior  throne  ; 
 We  blefs  the  Prince  of  heav'nly  birth, 
 Who  brings  jfalvation  down  to  earth, 
 2.  Let  ev'ry  nation,  ev'ry  age, 
 In  this  delightful  work,  engage, 
 Old  men  and  babes  in  Sion  ling 
 The  growing  glories  of  her  King. 
 
 HYMN    XLIII.     (CM.) 
 3  IT  OS  ANN  A  to  the  Prince  of  Grace: 
 JTt     Sion,  behold  thy  King; 
 Proclaim  the  Son,  of  David's  race. 
 And  teach  the  babes  to  fing, 
 H  * 
 
i  Go         H  Y  M  N  XLlV,  XLV.      [Book  II 
 
 x  Hofanna  to  th'  Incarnate  Word, 
 Who  from  the  Father  came; 
 Afcribe  falvation  to  the  Lord, 
 With  bleffings  on  his  name. 
 
 HYMN    XLIV.    (S.M.) 
 
 3      TTfOS  ANNA  to  the  Son 
 jLjL  of  David  and  of  God, 
 Who  brought  the  news  of  pardon  down, 
 And  bought  it  with  his  blood. 
 
 2  To  Chrift  th'  anointed  King 
 Be  endlefs  bleffings  giv'n : 
 
 Let  the  whole  earth  his  glory  fmg, 
 Who  made  our  peace  with  heav'n. 
 
 HYMN    XLV. 
 As  the  cxlviiith  Pfalm. 
 
 3  ttOSANNA  to  the  King 
 JLJ.   Of  David's  ancient  blood  ; 
 Behold  he  comes  to  bring 
 Forgiving  grace  from  God: 
 
 Let  old  and  young 
 
 Attend  his  way, 
 
 And  at  his  feet 
 
 Their  honours  lay. 
 5,      Glory  to  God  on  high, 
 Salvation  to  the  Lamb  ; 
 Let  earth,  and  fea,  and  fky, 
 His  wondrous  love  proclaim. 
 
 Upon  his  head 
 
 Shall  honours  reft, 
 
 And  ev'ry  age 
 
 Pronounce  him  bleft, 
 
 AN 
 
&A   ff/. 
 
 To  find  anyHYMNbytheTITLE 
 or  CONTENTS  of  it. 
 
 Note,  The  letters,  a.  b.  c.  hgnify  the  firfr, 
 fecond,  and  third  book:  the  figures  direft 
 to  the  hymn.  If  you  find  not  what  hymn 
 you  feek  under  one  word  of  the  title,  feek 
 it  under  another,  or  by  fome  word  that  is  of 
 the  fame  fignification,  though  perhaps  not 
 mentioned  in  the  title  of  the  hymn. 
 
 A. 
 
 AARON   and  Chrift,  a.  145;.   Mofes  and 
 joihua,  b.  124. 
 Abraham's  bleffing  on  the  Gentiles,  a.  60, 113, 
 
 114,  b.  134.  offering  his  ion,  a.  129. 
 Abfence  and  prefence  of  God,  b.  93,  94,  100. 
 
 from  God  for  ever,  intolerable,  b.  107. 
 Accefs  to  the  throne,  by  a  Mediator,  b.  108. 
 Adam,   his  fall,    a.  107.  corrupt  nature  from 
 
 him,  b.  128.  the  hrft  and  the  fecond,  a.  57, 
 
 124. 
 Adoption,  a.  64,  143,  and  ele&ion,  a.  54. 
 Advocate,  fee  Chrift's  interceffion. 
 Affections  inconftant,    b.  20.  unfanctified,  b* 
 
 165. 
 Airlifted,  Chrifl's  companion  to  them,  a.  125. 
 Afiliftions  removed,  a.  87.  fubmkted  to,  a.  5, 
 
 129.   b.   109.     fupport  and    comfort  under 
 
 them,  b.  50,  65.     and  death  under   Pro-; 
 
 dence,  a.  83. 
 Almoft  chrift'ian,  b,  158. 
 
26z  INDEX. 
 
 Angels  finning,  b.  24.  fixanding-agf  falling,  b. 
 27.     praife  ye  the  Lord,  to.  *g    pu n 
 and  man  faved,  b.  96.  9^.    tbOT  minHtx?  to 
 Chrift:  and  faints,  b.  18,  112,  113. 
 
 Ambition,  &c.  b.  101. 
 
 Anger  of  God,  fee  Wrath,  Vengeance,  Kell. 
 
 Anfwer  to  the  church's  prayers,  a.  3  c?. 
 
 Anti-Chrifr  his  ruin,  a.  29,  56,  59.    fee  Ene- 
 mies. 
 
 Apoftate,  b.  158. 
 
 Apoftles  cominimon,  a.  128. 
 
 Afcenfion  and  refurre&ion  of  Chri£,  b.  $6. 
 
 AfTiftance  againfl:  temptations,  a- 1  '. 
 
 AiTurance  of  heaven,  a.  27-  b.  65.  - 
 of  Chrift,  a.  14.  b.  73.  of  faith,  a. 
 
 Attributes,  fee  God. 
 
 Bi 
 
 BABYLON  fallen,  a.  56,  59.   fee  Enemies. 
 Backflidings  and  returns,  h.  2--- 
 Baptifm,  a.  52.  preaching  ant?  the  Lord's  fnp- 
 
 per,  b.   141.     and  circnmcifion,  a.  1 
 
 127,  134.  burial  with  Chrift,  a.  122. 
 Beatitudes,  a.  102. 
 Believe  and  be  faved,  a.  100. 
 Believer  baptized,  a.  52,  122. 
 Birth,  fir  ft  and  fecond,  a.  95,  99. 
 
 miracles  at  it,  b.  136. 
 Blefted  are  the  dcid  In  the  Lord,  a.  iS.     fo- 
 
 ciety  in  heaven,  b.  33,  75. 
 BleiTednefs  and  bu&iefs  of  heaven,  a.  j 
 
 b.  8*5.  only  in  God,  b.  93,  94, 
 Bleffing  of  Abraham  011  the  Gentiles,  a.  113, 
 
 114.  b.  E34. 
 Blood  and  flcfti  of   Chrift  is  ourfood,  c.  17, 
 
 18.     the  fcal  of  the  New  Teftamci 
 
 the  Spirit  and  the  water,  e.  9. 
 Boafting  excluded,  a.  </k 
 
INDEX.  26$ 
 
 Bodies  frail,  fee  Life,  Health,  Flefh. 
 Book  of  God's  decrees,  b.  99. 
 Bread  of  life,  is  Chrift,  c.  5. 
 Breathing  towards  heaven,  b.  23. 
 BritainVGod  praifed,  b.  1.    for  deliverances, 
 
 b.  02. 
 Burial,  b.  63,     with  Chrift  in  bapfifm,  a.  122. 
 
 and  death  of  a  faint,  b.  3. 
 
 C. 
 
 Ci  ANA  AN  and  heaven,  b.  66,  124. 
 i  Carnal  joys  parted  with,  b.  io,  11.    rea- 
 fou  humbled,  a.  ir,  12. 
 Ceremonial,  fee  Law,  Types,  Prieft. 
 Chara&ers  of  the  children  of  God,  a.  14V  of 
 
 Chrift,  a.  146,  150.  of  bieifednefs,  a.  102. 
 Charity  and  uncharitablenefs,_a.  126.  and  love, 
 
 a.  130,  133- 
 
 Children  in  the  covenant  of  grace,  a.  113, 114. 
 devoted  to  God,  a.  121.  b.  127. 
 
 Chrift,  fee  Lord,  and  Aaron,  a.  149.  and 
 Adam,  a.  124.  his  afcenfion,  b.  76.  Beatific 
 fight  of  him,  b.  75.  Beloved,  defcribed,  a. 
 75.  the  bread  of  life,  c.  5.  his  care  of  the 
 young  and  feeble,  a.  125,  138.  and  the 
 church,  feeding,  finding,  &c.  fee  Church., 
 coming  to  judge,  a.  61.  his  commiflion,  b. 
 103,  104.  Communion  with  him,  a.  66, 
 71.  and  faints,  a.  67,  76.  c.  2.  compared 
 to  inanimate  things,  a,  146.  his  coronation 
 and  efpoufals,  a..  72.  his  crofs,  not  to  be 
 afhamed  of,  c.  19.  crucified,  God's  wifdom, 
 and  power,  c.  10. 
 
 David's  fon,  a.  16,  50.  his  death  caufed  by 
 fin,  b.  81.  grace  and  glory  by  it,  c.  23. 
 viftory  and  kingdom,  b.  114.  his. divine 
 nature,  a.  2,  13,  92.  b.  51.  dwells  in  hea- 
 ven, vifits  the  earth,  a.  76. 
 H  4 
 
I 
 
 264  INDEX. 
 
 Enjoyment  of  him,  b.  15,  16.    his  eternity, 
 
 a.  2,  92.    example,  b.  139.  excellencies,  a. 
 75.  b.  47. 
 
 Faith  and  knowledge  of  him,  a.  103.  his  flefh 
 and  blood  our  food,  c.  17,  18.  found  and 
 brought  to  the  church,  a.  71.  history  in 
 heaven,  b.  91.  God  reconciled  in  him,  b. 
 148.  grace  given  us  in  him,  a.  137.  b.  40. 
 
 High  Prieft  and  King,  a.  61.  his  human  and 
 divine  nature,  a.  2,  13,  16.  humiliation  and 
 exaltation,  a.  1,  63,  141,  142.  b.  5,  43,  81, 
 83,  84.  c.  10,  16. 
 
 His  incarnation,  a.  3,13.  intercefiion,  b.  36, 
 37,  118.  invitation  to  tinners,  a.  127. 
 
 The  King  at  his  table,  a.  66.  his  kingdom 
 among  men  a.  3,  21.  knowledge  and  faith 
 in  him,  a.  103. 
 
 The  Lamb  of  God,  a.  1,  25,  62,  63.  his  love 
 to  the  church,  a,  14,  77.    under  defertion, 
 
 b.  50.    fhed  abroad  in  the  heart,  a.  135.   to 
 men,  a.  92.  lifted  up,  a.  112. 
 
 Miniftered  to  by  angels,  b.  112,  113.  mira- 
 cles at  the  birth  of  (Thrift,  b.  136.  miracles 
 in  his  life,  death,  and  refurredion,  b.  137. 
 and  Mofes,  a.  118. 
 
 Names  and  titles,  a.  147,  148,  149,  150.  na- 
 tivity, a.  3,  13. 
 
 Obeyed  or  refitted,  a.  93.  his  offices,  a.  149, 
 150.  b.  132. 
 
 Pardon  and  ftrength  from  him,  c.  24.  our 
 .paiTover,  b.  155.  his  perfon  glorious  and 
 gracious,  a.  75.  b.  47.  our  phyfician,  a. 
 112.  his  pity  to  the  afflicted  and  tempted, 
 a.  iz$-  bis  priefthood,  a.  145.  b.  118.  his 
 prefence,  fee  Prefence.  prophecies,  and 
 types  of  him,  b.  135.  prophet,  prieft,  and 
 king,  a.  25.  b.  132.  our  prophet  and 
 -  readier,  a.  93. 
 
INDEX.  a6$ 
 
 Redemption,  fee  Redeem,  rejected  by  the 
 Jews,  a.  141.  refurrection,  b.  72,  76.  is  our 
 hope,  a.  26.  refurrection,  life,  and  death 
 miraculous,  b.  137.  revealed  to  man,  a.  io» 
 to  babes,  a.  11,  12.  righteoufnefs  and 
 ftrength  in  him,  a.  84,  85,  97,  righteouf- 
 nefs valuable,  a.  109. 
 
 His  facrifice,  b.  142.  and  intercemon,  b.  118. 
 falvation,  righteoufnefs  and  ftrength  in  him, 
 a.  15,  84,  85,  97,  98.  our  falsification,  a. 
 97,  98.  fatan  at  enmity,  a.  107.  faints  in  his 
 hand,  a.  138.  our  fhepherd,  a.  6j,  142.  the 
 fubftance  of  the  types,  b.  12.  lent  by  the 
 Father,  a.  100.  b.  103,  104.  his  fufferings, 
 c.  16.  and  godly  forrow,  b.  9,  106.  and  glo- 
 ry, a.  1,  62,  63.  b.  43,  81,  83,  84.  c.  10. 
 
 His  titles  and  kingdom,  a.  13.  triumph  over 
 our  enemies,  a.  28,  29.  types  and  prophe- 
 cies of  him,  b.  135;. 
 
 Vi&ory  over  Satan,  a.  58.  b.  89.  death  and 
 hell,  c.  21.  unfeen  and  beloved,  a.  108. 
 
 Wifdom  of  God,  a.  92.  our  wifdom  and  right- 
 eoufnefs, a.  97,  98.  worlhipped  by  the  cre- 
 ation, a.  62. 
 
 Chriftian,  fee  Saints,  Spiritual,  &c.  religion, 
 its  excellency,  b.  131.  almoft,  b.  158.  vir- 
 tues, b.  161. 
 
 Church,  fee  Worship,  Saints,  Spiritual,  its 
 fafety  and  protection,  a.  8,  39.  b.  64,  92. 
 its  enemies  llain  by  Chriit,  a.  28,  29.  con- 
 verfmg  with  Chrift,  namely,  feeking,  find- 
 ing, calling,  anfwering,  a.  66—71.  under 
 God's  care,  a.  66.  efpoufals  with  Chrift,  a. 
 72.  beauty  in  the  eyes  of  Chrift,  a.  73.  th,e 
 garden  of  Chrift,  a.  74. 
 
 Circumciiion  aboliihed,  b.  134.  and  baptifm3 
 a.  lit.  b.  127. 
 
 Clothing  fpiritual,  a.  7,  40, 
 
266  INDEX. 
 
 Comfort  in  the  covenant  with  Chrift,  b.  40J 
 reftored,  b.  y\.  fee  Pardon,  in  forrows  of 
 mind  and  body,  b.  50,  65. 
 
 Communion  with  Chrift  and  faints,  a.  2.  be- 
 tween Chrift  and  the  church,  a.  66—71.  b. 
 
 Companion  of  a  dying  Chrift,  c.  22.  to  the 
 afflifted,  a.  125. 
 
 Complaint  of  a  hard  heart,  b.  89,  of  defertion 
 and  temptations,  b.  163.  of  dulnefs,  b.  34. 
 of  indwelling  fin,  a.  115.  of  ingratitude, 
 b.  74.  of  (loth  and  negligence,  b.  25,  32. 
 
 Condemnation  by  the  law,  a.  94. 
 
 Condefcenfion  to  our  worihip,  b.  45.  affairs, 
 b.  46. 
 
 Confeflion  and  pardon,  a.  131. 
 
 Confcieuce  good,  the  pleafures  of  it,  b.  57. 
 fecure,  and  awakened,  a.  115. 
 
 Cohftancy  in  the  gofpei,  b.  4. 
 
 Contention  and  love,  a.  130. 
 
 Conversion,  a.  104.  b.  159.  the  difficulty  of  it, 
 b.  161.  delayed,  a.  88— 91.  the  joy  of  hea- 
 ven,, a.  ic  1. 
 
 Conviction  of  fin  by  the  law,  a.  94.  115.  by 
 the  crofs  of  Chrift,  b.  81,  p$. 
 
 Corrupt  nature  from  Adam,  a.  75,  107.  b, 
 128,  159. 
 
 Covenant  of  prace,  a.  9.  children  therein,  a. 
 113,  114.  feaied  and  (worn,  a.  139.  c.  3. 
 hope  in  it,  a.  139.  made  with  Chrift,  our 
 con. fort.  b.  40.  of  works,  fee  Law,  Gofpei. 
 
 Covetoiffhefs,  fee.  a.  24.  b.  56,  101. 
 
 age  and  conitaricy,  a   14,  15,  48.  b.  4,  65. 
 
 Creation,  a.  92.  b.  71,  147.  new,  b.  150.  pre- 
 fervation,  &c.  of  this  world,  b.  13. 
 
 Creatures  praife  the  Lord,  b.  71.  love  danger- 
 ous, b.  48.  God  above  them,  a.  r6z.  their 
 vani-y,  b.  146. 
 
INDEX.  267 
 
 Crofs  of  Chrift  is  our  glory,  c.  19.  repentance 
 flowing  from  it,  b.  106.  falvation  in  it,  b. 
 4.  crucifixion  to  the  world  by  it,  c.  7. 
 
 Curfe  and  promife,  a.  107. 
 
 Cuftom  in  fin,  b.  160. 
 
 D. 
 
 DANGEPvS  of  our  earthly  pilgrimage,  b. 
 53.   of  death  and  hell,  b.  55.    of  love  to 
 the  creatures,  b.  48. 
 Darknefs  difpelled  by  (Thrift's  prefence,  b.  54. 
 
 of  providence,  b.  109. 
 Day  of    grace,    and  time  of  duty,   a.  88.  of 
 
 judgment,  a.  45,  61,  65,  89,  90. 
 Dead  in  the  Lord,  their  bleftednefs,  a.  18.  to 
 
 fin  by  the  crofs  of  Chrift,  a.  106, 
 Death,  fee  Chrift,    and  afflictions  under  pro- 
 vidence, a.  83.  terrible  to  the  unconverted, 
 a.  91.    made  eafy  by  the  fight  of  Chrift,  b. 
 31.    c.    14.    by   a  light   of    heaven,    b.    66. 
 God's  prefence  in  it,  b.  49,  117.    our  fear 
 of  it,  b.  31.    defnable,  a.  19.  b.  61.    over- 
 come, a.  17.  triumphed  over,  a.  6.  b.  no. 
 prepared  for,  a.  27.    b.  63.  of   a  (inner,  a. 
 24.  b.  2.    and  burial  of  a  faint,  a.  18.  b.  3. 
 and  eternity,  b.  28.  and  glory,  a.   no.  b. 
 61.    and  the  refurredion,  b.  3,  102,  no.    of 
 Mofes  at  God's  command,   b.  49'.    dreadful 
 and  delightful,  b.  52. 
 Deceitfulneis  of  im,b.  150. 
 Decrees  of  God,  a.  11,  12,  96,  117.  b..  99, 
 Deity  of  Chrift,  a.  2,  13,  92.  b.  51. 
 Delay  of  conversion,  a.  88—91.  b.  25,  32. 
 Delight  in  worihip,  b.   14.    in   God,  b.  42.  in 
 
 eoHverfe  with  Chrift,  b.  15,  16. 
 Deliverance  from  death  and  the  grave,  b.  3, 
 fee  Enemies,  Church,  and  fubmimon,  a.  129. 
 from  fpiritu^l  enemies,  a.  47.  b.  6^  82,  in. 
 
268  INDEX. 
 
 Dependence,  fee  Faith. 
 
 Defertion  and  temptation  complained  of,  b. 
 
 163. 
 Deilre  of  (Thrift's  prefence,  b.  ico.  fee  more 
 
 in  Heaven,  Chrift,  Love,  &c. 
 Defpair  and  preemption,  a.  ntj.  b.  156,  157. 
 Devil  vanquifhed,  a.  58.  fee  Viftory. 
 Devotion  fervent,  defired,  b.  34. 
 Difficulty  of  converfion,  b.  161. 
 piftolution  of  this  world,  b.  13,  164. 
 "Difeafe,  fee  Sicknefs. 
 
 Diftemper,  folly  and  madnefs  of  fin,  b.  153. 
 Diftinguifliing  love,  a.  11,  12,  96,  117.  b.  96, 
 
 Divine,  fee  God,  Deity,  &c. 
 
 Dominion  of   God,    and  our  deliverance,  b. 
 
 in.  eternal,  b.  67.  over  the  fea,  b.  7c. 
 Doubts  and  fears  fuppreft,  b.  73. 
 Doxologies,  c.  26—45. 
 Dulnefs  fpiritual,  b.  25. 
 
 E. 
 
 EARTH,  no  reft  on  it,  b.  146.  and  heaven, 
 b.  10,  11,53. 
 
 Effufion  of  the  fpint,  b.  144. 
 
 Election  excludes  boafting,  a.  96.  free,  a.  11, 
 12,  54,  117.  fee  Decrees. 
 
 End  of  the  world,  b.  164. 
 
 Enemies  of  the  church  difappointed,  b.  90, 
 92.  falvation  from  them,  b.  82,  88.  tri- 
 umphed over  by  Chrift,  a.  28,  29.  fee 
 Church,  Babylon,  Michael. 
 
 Enjoyment  of  Chrift,  b.  15,  16.    fee  Worfhip. 
 
 Enmity  between  Chrift  and  Satan,  a-  107. 
 
 Envy  and  love,  a.  130. 
 
 Efpoufals  of  the  church  to  Chrift,  a.  72. 
 
 Eftabliihment  in  grace,  b.  82. 
 
INDEX.  269 
 
 Eternity  of  God,  b.  17.  of  his  dominion,  b. 
 
 67.   and  death,  b.  28.  fucceeding  this  life, 
 
 b.  55.  fee  Heaven,  Death. 
 Evening  and  morning  hymns,  a.  79,  80,  81. 
 
 b.  6,  7,  8. 
 Exaltation,  fee  Chrift,  Glory,  Sufferings,  &c. 
 Example  of  Chrift,  b.  139.  of  faints,  b.  140. 
 Excellency  of  the  Christian  religion,  b.  131. 
 
 F. 
 
 FAITH  in  things  unfeen,  a.  120.  b.  129. 
 and  knowledge  of  Chrift,  a.  103.  love 
 and  joy,  a-  108.  and  unbelief,  b.  125.  liv- 
 ing and  dead,  a.  140.  aflifted  by  fenfe,  b. 
 141.  its  joy,  b.  162.  in  Chrift  our  facrifice, 
 b.  142.  and  falvation,  a.  100.  of  alTurance, 
 a.  103.  and  fight,  a.  1 10.  b.  145.  triumph- 
 ing in  Chrift,  a.  14.  for  pardon  and  fan&i- 
 fication,  b.  90.  faith  and  reafon,  b.  87,  109, 
 
 Faithfulnefs  of  God's  proraifes,  b.  40,  60,  69. 
 
 Fall  of  angels  and  men,  b.  24.  and  recovery 
 of  man,  a.  107.  b.  78. 
 
 Fears  and  doubts  fuppreft,  b.  7^. 
 
 Feaft  of  love,  a.  68.  of  triumph,  c.  21.  of  the 
 gofpel,  a.  7.  c.  12,  20.  made,  and  guefts  in- 
 vited, c.  13. 
 
 Fellowihip,  fee  Communion. 
 
 Fervency  of  devotion  defired,  b.  34. 
 
 Few  faved,  b.  158. 
 
 Flefh  and  blood  of  Chrift  the  belt  food,  c.  17, 
 18.    our  tabernacle,  a.  no.    and  fpirit,  b. 
 
 143- 
 Food  fpiritual,   a.   7,  6yt  6S,  74.  b.  15.  fee 
 
 Feaft. 
 Folly  and  madnefs  of  fin,  b.  153, 
 Forbearance,  fee  Patience/ 
 Forgivenefs,  fee  Pardon. 
 Formality  in  worfhip,  a.  136. 
 
279  INDEX. 
 
 Frail,  fee  Life,  Health,  Forgetfulnefs,   b.  165. 
 
 Frailty  and  folly,  b.  32. 
 
 Free,  fee  Grace,  Election. 
 
 Freedom  from  fin  and  mifery  in  heaven,  b.  86. 
 
 Funeral  thought,  b.  61,  63.  fee  Death,  Burial. 
 
 GARDEN  of  Chrift,  is  the  church,  a.  74. 
 Garment  of  falvation,  a.  7,  20. 
 Gentiles,  (Thrift  revealed  to  them,  a.  10,  13, 
 50.  c.  13,  14.  Abraham's  bleffing  on  them, 
 
 a.  113,  114.  b.  134. 
 
 Glorified  martyrs  and  faints,  a.  40,  41.    body, 
 
 b.  no. 
 
 Glory  and  death,  a.  no.  b.  61.  fee  Heaven, 
 of  God  above  our  reafon,  b.  87.  of  Chrift 
 in  heaven,  b.  96.  fee  Chrift.  and  grace  by 
 the  death  of  Chrift,  c.  23.  justification  and 
 falsification,  a.  3.  to  the  Father,  Son,  and 
 Holy  Ghoft,  26— 41.  of  God  in  the  gofpel, 
 b.  126.  and  grace  in  the  perfon  of  Chrift, 
 b.  47.  and  fufferings  of  Chrift,  b.  43.  fee 
 Sufferings. 
 
 Glory  in  the  crofs  of  Chrift,  c.  19. 
 
 God  all  and  in  all,  b.  93,  94.  his  abfence,  fee 
 Abfence.    his   attributes,   b.   51,   166,   169. 
 
 ♦  glorified  by  Chrift,  b.  126.  c.  10.  the  aven- 
 ger of  his  faints,  b.  119. 
 
 Care  of  his  church,  a.  39.  condefcenfion  to 
 human  affairs,  b.  46.  to  our  worfhip,  b.  45. 
 the  Creator  and  Redeemer,  b.  35. 
 
 Our  delight,  b.  42.  our  defence,  a.  47.  domi- 
 nion over  the  fea,  b.  70.  dominion,  and 
 our  deliverance,  b.  111.  dwells  with  the 
 humble,  a.  87. 
 
 Eternity,  b.  17.  eternal  dominion,  b.  6y.  ever- 
 lafting  abfence  intolerable,  b.  100,  107. 
 
INDEX.  271 
 
 Far  above  his  creatures,  a.  82.  the  Father, 
 Son,  and  Spirit,  c.  26—41.  his  faithfulnefs 
 to  his  promifes',  b.  60,  69. 
 
 Glory  and  defence  of  Sion,  b.  64.  his  glory 
 above  our  reafon,  b.  87.  his  goodnefs,  b. 
 58,  80.  his  grace,  fee  Grace,  government 
 from  him,  b.  149.  holinefs,  juftice,  and  fo- 
 vereignty,  a.  86. 
 
 Invifible,  b.  26.    incomprehenfible,  b.  87,  170. 
 
 His  kingdom  fupreme,  b.  115.  his  love  in 
 fending  his  Son,  a.  ico. 
 
 And  our  neighbour  loved,  a.  116. 
 
 Our  portion  or  chief  good,  b.  93,  94.  his  pow- 
 er, b.  80.  and  goodnefs,  b.  6,  7,  8.  his 
 praife,  fee  Praife.  prefence  in  life,  and  at 
 death,  b.  117.  fee  Prefence.  preserver  of 
 our  lives,  b.  6,  7,  8,  19.  promife  and  truth 
 unchangeable,  a.  159. 
 
 Sight  of  him  weans  us  from  earth,  b.  41.  fo- 
 vereign,  b.  170. 
 
 Terrible  Majefty,  b.  22.  and  mercy,  b.  8c.  bis 
 truth,  b.  60,  69. 
 
 Vengeance,  b.  44,  62.  Unity  and  Trinity,  c. 
 26—41. 
 
 His  word,  a.  53.  wrath  and  mercy,  a.  42. 
 
 Goodnefs  of  God,  b.  58,  74.  fee  Grace,  and 
 power  of  God,  a.  42.  b.  80. 
 
 Gofpel  feaft,  c.  12.  fee  Grace,  Feail.  invita- 
 tion and  provilion,  a.  7.  c.  20.  times,  their 
 bleiTednefs,  a.  10.  fee  Scripture,  gloriiies 
 God,  b.  126.  no  liberty  to  fin,  a.  ic6,  132, 
 140.  nor  alhamed  of  it,  a.  103.  c.  19.  and 
 lav/,  a.  94.  b.  J20,  121,  124.    finned- againft, 
 
 a.  118.    its  different  fuccefs,   a.  no.  b.  144. 
 miniftry,  a.  10.  atteited  by  miracles,  a.  125. 
 
 b.  136,  137.  its  glorious  efiefts,  b.  138, 
 Government  from  God,  b.  149. 
 
%1%  INDEX. 
 
 Grace  and  glory  by  the  death  of  Chrift,  c.  23. 
 of  the  fpirit,  a.  102.  converting,  b.  159.  in 
 exercife,  c.  25.  juftifies,  a.  94.  fanclifies  and 
 faves,  a.  ill.  not  conveyed  by  parents,  a. 
 99.  all-fufficient  in  duty  and  fufferings,  a. 
 15,  32,  104.  given,  in  Chrift,  a.  137.  cove- 
 nant, a.  9.  children  in  it,  a.  113,  114.  and 
 holinefs,  a.  132.  electing,  a.  54.  its  free- 
 dom and  fovereignty,  a.  11,  12,  96,  117.  b. 
 <)6y  97.  and  glory  in  the  perfon  of  Chrift, 
 b.  47.  adopting,  a.  64.  perfevering,  a. 
 51.  promifes,  a.  7,  9.  throne  accefiible  by 
 Chrift,  b.  36,  37,  ic8. 
 
 Gratitude  for  divine  favours,  b.  116. 
 
 Great  Britain's  God  praifed,  b.  1. 
 
 H. 
 
 HAPPINESS,  fee  Blefied,  Heaven. 
 Hardnefs  of  heart,  b.  98. 
 Hatred  and  love,  a.  130. 
 Health  preferved,  b.  6,  7,  8,  19  reftored,  a.  5 5. 
 Heaven  and  earth,  b.  10,  II,  53.  and  hell,  a. 
 45.    inviiible  and  holy,  a.  105:.  meditation 
 of  it,  b.  162.  joy  there  for  repenting  finners, 
 
 a.  101.  its  bleflednefs  and  bufinefs,  a.  40, 
 41.  the  hope  of  it  our  fupport,  b.  65.  its 
 profpeft  makes  death  eafy,  b.  66.  worfhip 
 of  it  humble,  b.  68.  freedom  from  fin  and 
 mifery  there,  b.  86.  hoped  for  by  Chrilt's 
 refurre'tion,  a.  26.  infured  and  prepared 
 for,  a.  27.    Chrift's  dwelling  place,  a.  76. 
 
 b.  91.  fight  of  God  and  Chrift  there,  b.  23. 
 -    bleiled  fociety  there,  b.  33.  defired,  b.  68. 
 Heavenly  mindednefs,  b.  57.   joy  on  earth,  b. 
 
 15,30,59. 
 Hell  and  death,  b.  2.  and  judgment,  a.  45.  b. 
 62.  or  the  vengeance  of  God,  b.  22,  44.  the 
 holy  fear  of  it,  b.  107. 
 
INDEX.  i>};. 
 
 Hezekiah's  fong,  a.  55. 
 
 Holy,  fee  Spirit. 
 
 Holinefs,  fee  Grace,  Spiritual,  Sanftification. 
 
 and   fovereignty   of    God,    a.   82,  86,    and 
 
 grace,  a.  132,  140.  its  characters,  a.  102. 
 Honour  vain,  b.  101.  to  magiftrates,  b.  149. 
 Hope  of  the  living,  a.  88.    gives  light  and 
 
 ftrength,  b.  129.    in  the  covenant,  a.  139. 
 
 of  heaven  by  Chrift's  refurreftion,  a.  26.  of 
 
 heaven  our  fupport  under  trials,  b,  65.  of 
 
 the  refurreftion,  b.  3,  no. 
 Hofanna  to  Chrift,  a.  16.  c.  42.  &c. 
 Human  affairs  condefcended    to  by  God,  b. 
 
 46".  nature  of  Chrift,  a  2,  3,  13,  60. 
 Humble,  God's  dwelling,  a.  87.  enlightened, 
 
 a.  ir,  12,  50.  worfhip  of  heaven,  b.  68. 
 Humiliation,  fee  Chrift,  Sufferings,  &c.   and 
 
 prayer  public,  a.  30. 
 Humility  and  pride,  a.  127.  and  meeknefs,  a. 
 
 102.  in  heaven,  b.  68. 
 Hypocrify  and  fincerity,  a.  136.  hypocrite,  or 
 
 almoft  chriftian,  b.  158. 
 
 L 
 
 JEALOUSY  of  our  love  to  Chrift,  a.  78. 
 Jefus,  fee  Lord,  Chrift. 
 Jews,  fee  Mofes,  Gofpel,  Chrift,  Gentiles. 
 Ignorance  enlightened,  a.  n,  12. 
 Ignorance  and  unfruitfulnefs,  b.  165. 
 Impenitence,  b.  125. 
 Incarnation  of  Chrift,  a.  2,  3,  13,  60. 
 Incomprehenfible  God,  b.  87.  and  invifibie. 
 Inconftancy  of  our  love,  b.  20. 
 Infant,  fee  Children. 
 Ingratitude  complained  of,  b.  74. 
 Infpiration  and  phrophecy,  b.  151. 
 Institution  of  the  Lord's  (upper,  c.  1. 
 Infufficiency  of  felf-righteoufnefs,  b.  154. 
 
274  INDEX. 
 
 Interceffion  of  Chrift,  b.  36,  37,  118. 
 Invitation  of  Chrift  anfwered,  a.  70.    of  the 
 
 gofpel,  a.  79,  127.  c.  13,  20. 
 John  the  Baptift's  meftage,  a.  50. 
 Jolhua,  Aaron  and  Moles,  b.  124. 
 Joy,  faith  and  love,  a.  108.  of  faith,  b.  162. 
 
 carnal,   parted  with,   b.   10,    11.    heavenly 
 
 upon  earth,  a.   135.  b.  30,  59.  fpiritual,  re- 
 
 ftored,  b.  73.  fee  more  in  Delight,  Comfort. 
 Judgment  day,  a.  45,  61,  65,  89,  90.  and  hell, 
 
 b.  62.   Chrift  coming  to  it,  a.  61. 
 Juftice,  &x.  of  God,  a.  86. 
 Justification,  a.    14.   fee  Pardon,    by  faith  not 
 
 by  works,  a.  94,  109.    fanctification,  a.  7, 
 
 20,  84,  b.  90.  and  glory,  a.  3. 
 
 K. 
 
 KINGDOM  and  titles  of  Chrift,  a.  13.  of 
 Chrift  among  men,   a.   21,  65.    of  God 
 eternal,  b.  68.  fupreme,  b.  115. 
 Knowledge  and  faith  in  Chrift,  a.  103.  faving, 
 from  God,  a.  n,  12,  93. 
 
 L. 
 
 LAMB  that  was  flain,  a.  1,  25;,  62.  fee 
 Chrift 
 
 Law  convinces  of  fin,  a.  115.  condemns,  a. 
 94.  and  gofpel,  b.  120,  121,  124.  and  gof- 
 pel finned  againft,  a.  118. 
 
 Levitical  priefthood  fulfilled  in  Chrift,  b.  12. 
 
 Life  frail,  and  fucceeding  eternity,  b.  55.  pre- 
 ferved,  b.  6,  7,  8,  19.  fhort,  frail,  miferable, 
 a.  82.  b.  39,  58.  the  day  of  grace  and  hope 
 a.  88. 
 
 Light  and  falvation  by  Jefus  Chrift,  a.  50.  in 
 darknefs  by  the  prefence  of  God,  b.  54. 
 given  to  the  blind,  a.  11,  12. 
 
 Long  fufferance,  fee  Patience. 
 
INDEX.  27? 
 
 Lord  Jefus  at  his  own  table,  a.  66.  c.  15.  flip- 
 per, preaching,  and  baptifm,  b.  141.  flip- 
 per instituted,  c.  1.  da),  a.  72.  delightful, 
 b.  14.  table  provided  for,  c.  20.  fee  more 
 in  Chrift. 
 
 Love  of  Chrift  unchangeable,  a.  14,  39,  Ihed 
 abroad  in  the  heart,  a.  135.  its  banquet,  a. 
 68.  c.  13.  of  Chrift  in  words  and  deeds,  a. 
 77.  of  Chrift  its  ftrength,  a.  78  nnfeen,  a. 
 108.  to  Chrift,  b.  ico."  to  God  pleafant  and 
 powerful,  b.  38.  and  hatred,  a.  130.  faith 
 and  joy,  a.  108.  and  charity,  a.  133.  of 
 God  in  fending  his  Son,  a.  ico.  b.  103,  104. 
 to  God  and  our  neighbour,  a.  .116.  religion 
 vain  without  it,  a.  134.  peace  and  meek- 
 ^iefs,  a.  102.  of  Chrift  dying,  c.  4,  22.  to 
 God  inconftant,  b.  20.  to  the  creatures, 
 dangerous,  b.  48.  diftmguifhing,  a.  11,  12, 
 b.  96,  97. 
 
 M. 
 
 MADNESS,  folly,  and  diftemper  of  fiirj 
 b.  ,'53. 
 
 Magistrates  honoured,  b.  149. 
 
 Majeity  of  God  terrible,  b.  22,  62. 
 
 Malice  and  love,*a.  130. 
 
 Man  faved,  and  angels  punifhed,  b.  96,  97, 
 
 mortal  and  vain,  a.  82.   his  fall  and  recover 
 
 ry,  a.  107. 
 Martyrdom,  a.  14.  b.  4. 
 Martyrs  glorified,  a.  40,  41. 
 Mary  the  virgin's  fong,  a.  6c* 
 Mediator  the  way  to  the  throne  of  grace,  b« 
 
 108. 
 Meditation  of  heaven,  b.  162.  and  retirement^ 
 
 b.  122. 
 Memory  weak,  b.  16^. 
 Memorial  of  our  abfent  Lord,  c.  6. 
 
276  INDEX. 
 
 Mercies  national,  b.  i,  in.  fee  Grace,  Wrath, 
 
 Thanks. 
 MetTiah  born,  a.  60.  come,  b.  12. 
 Michael's  war  with  the  dragon,  a.  58. 
 Minister's  commifiion,  a.  128. 
 Miniftry  of  angels,  b.  18.  of  the  gofpel,  a.  10. 
 Mifery  and  fin  baniihed  from  heaven,  b.  86. 
 
 and  (hortnefs  of   life,  b.  39.  without  God 
 
 in  the  world,  b.  56.    of  finners,  fee  Sinner, 
 
 Death,  Hell. 
 Morning  and  evening  fongs,  a.  79,  80,  81.  b. 
 
 6,7,8. 
 Mortality  and  vanity  of  man,  a.  82. 
 Mortification  to  the  world  by  the  fight  of  God, 
 
 b.  41.  by  the  crofs  of  Chrift,  b.  106.  c.  7. 
 Mofes  and  (Thrift,  a.  49,  118. 
 Mofes  dying,  b.  49.  Aaron  and  Joftma,b.  124. 
 Mourning,  fee  Complaint,  Repentance. 
 Myfteries  revealed,  a.  11,  12. 
 
 N' 
 
 N. 
 
 in. 
 
 Nativity  of  Chrift,  a.  2,  3,  13. 
 
 Nature  and  grace,  a.  104.  corrupt  from  Adam, 
 
 a.  57.  b.  128,  159. 
 Neighbour  and  God  loved,  a.  116. 
 New,  covenant  fealed,  c.  3.    promifes,  a.  7. 
 
 fong,  a.   1.    creature,  a.  9.  teftament  in  the 
 
 blood  of   Chrift,  c.  3.     creation,  a.  95.  b. 
 
 130.  birth,  a.  95. 
 November  5th,  a  fong  of  praife,  b.  92. 
 
 O. 
 
 OBEDIENCE  evangelical,  a.  140,  143. 
 Old  age,  and  death  of  the  unconverted, 
 a.  91. 
 Offence  not  to  be  given,  a.  126. 
 
INDEX.  277 
 
 Offices  and  operations  of  the  HolyJSpririt,  hi 
 
 133.  and  of  Chrift,  a.  146—150.  b.  132. 
 Olive  tree,  the  wild  and  good,  a.  114. 
 Ordinances,  fee  Worlhip,  Lord's  Supper. 
 Original  fin,  a.  57.  fee  Adam,  Nature. 
 
 PAINS,  comfort  under  them,  b.  50. 
 Paradife  on  earth,  b.  30,  59. 
 Pardon,  a  fufficiency  of  it,  b.  85,    and  confei- 
 
 fion,  a.  131.  and  ftrength  from  Chrift,  c.  24. 
 
 bought  at  a  dear  price,  c.  4.  and  fanclifica- 
 
 tion  by  faith,  a.  9.  b.  90.    brought  to  our 
 
 fenfes,  c.  11. 
 Parents  and  children,  a.  113,  114.   convey  not 
 
 grace,  a.  99. 
 Fafltbver,  Chrift  is  ours,  b.  155. 
 Paiiion,  fee  Chrift,  Sufferings,  Anger,  Love. 
 Patience  under  afHiclions,  a.  5,  129.  b.  109. 
 
 of  God  producing  repentance,  b.  74,  105. 
 Peace  of  confcience,  b.  57.  and  contention,  a. 
 
 130.  fee  Comfort,  Joy. 
 Perfections  of  God,  b.  166—169. 
 Perfevering  Grace,  a.  26,  32,  48,  51,  138. 
 Perfon  of  Chrift  glorious  and  gracious,  a.  75. 
 
 Perfecution,  courage  under  it,  a.  14. 
 
 Pharifee  and  publican,  a.  131. 
 
 Pilgrimage  of  the  faints,  b.  55. 
 
 Pleafure  of  a  good  confcience,  b.  $j.  of  reli- 
 gion, b.  30,  zq.  finful  forfaken,  b.  10,  n. 
 their  vanity  and  danger,  b.  101. 
 
 Poverty  of  fpirit,  a.  102,  127. 
 
 Power  of  God,  a.  86.  and  wifdom  in  Chrift 
 crucified,  b.  126.  c.  10.  and  goodnefs  of 
 God  awful,  a.  42.  b.  80. 
 
%jB  INDEX. 
 
 Praife  imperfect  on  earth,  b.  >.  for  daily  pro- 
 tection and  prefervation,  b.  6,  7,  8.  from 
 angels,  b.  27.  from  the  creation,  b.  71.  to 
 the  Redeemer,  b.  5,  21,  29,  35,  78.  to  the 
 Trinity,  c.  26—41.  for  creation  and  re- 
 demption, b.  35: 
 
 Prayer  and  praife,  a.  I.  for  deliverance,  an- 
 lwered,  a.  30. 
 
 Preaching,  bapyfm,    and  the  Lord's  fupper, 
 
 b.  141. 
 Predeftination,  fee  Election. 
 Preparation  for  death,  a.  27.  fee  Death. 
 Preemption  and  defpair,  a.  115.  b.  156,  157. 
 Prtfence  of    God  in  worfhip,  b.   45.    light  in 
 
 darknefs,  b.  54.    in  death,  a.  19.  b.  31,  49. 
 
 c.  14.  in  life  and  death,  b.  117.  or  abfence 
 of  (Thrift,  b.  50.  of  Chrift  in  wonhip,  a.  66. 
 b.  15,  16.  c.  15.  of  God  our  life,  b.  9 
 
 100. 
 
 Prefervation  of  this  world,  b.  13.  of  ©ur 
 graces,  a.  51.  of  our  lives,  b.  6,  7,  8,  19. 
 
 Pride  ami  humility,  a.  11,  12,  127. 
 
 Priefthood  levitical  ending  in  Chrift,  b.  :;.  of 
 Chrift,  b.  118. 
 
 Prodigal  repenting,  a.  123. 
 
 Profit  and  unprofitablenefs,  a.  118.  b.  165. 
 
 Promifed  IVfeffiah  born,  a.  60,  107. 
 
 Promifes  of  the  covenant,  a.  9,  39,  107.  fee 
 Scripture,  and  truth  of  God  unchangeable, 
 a.  139.  our  fecurity,  b.  40,  60,  69. 
 
 Prophecies  and  types  of  Chrift,  b.  135.  and 
 infpiratlon,  b.  1  51, 
 
 Profperity  and  adverfity,  a.  5.  vain,  b.  56,  ici. 
 
 Protection  from  fpiritual  enemies,  b.  82.  of 
 the  church,  a.  8,  22,  23.  fee  Church. 
 
 Providence,  b.  46.  executed  by  Chrift,  a.  I. 
 over  afflictions  and  death,  a.  8}.    its  dark- 
 nefs, b.  109.  profperous  and  afflictive,  a.  ". 
 
INDEX.  279 
 
 Provilions,  fee  Gofpel,  Lord's  Table. 
 Public  Ordinances,  fee  Worihip. 
 Publican  and  Pharifee,  a.  131. 
 Puniihment  for  fin,  fee  Hell,  a.  100,  118. 
 
 R. 
 
 RACE,  chriflian,  a.  48.  b.  53. 
 Reafon,  feeble,  b.  87.    carnal,  humbled, 
 
 a.  11,  12. 
 Recovery  from  ficknefs,  a.  55. 
 Reconciliation  to  God  in  Chrift,  b.  148. 
 Redemption  in  Chrift,  a.  97,  98.  b.  78.    and 
 
 protection,  b.  82.   by  price,  c.  4.    and    by 
 
 power,  b.  29.  fee  Chrift. 
 Regeneration,    a.   95.    b.    130.    fee  Eleciion9 
 
 Adoption,  Sandification. 
 Religion  neglected,  b.  32.    vain  without  love, 
 
 a.  134.    chriftianity,  the  excellency  of   it, 
 
 b.  131.  revealed,  fee  Gofpel,  Scripture. 
 Remembrance  of  Chrift,  c.  6. 
 Repenting  prodigal,  a.  1.23. 
 
 Repentance  from  God's  goodnefs  and  patience, 
 b.  74,  105.  and  humiliation,  a.  87.  at  the 
 crofs  of  Chrift,  b.  9,  106.  and  impenitence, 
 b.  125.  gives  joy  to  heaven,  a.  101. 
 
 Refignation,  fee  Submifiion. 
 
 Refurre&ion,  a.  6.  b.  102,  no.  fee  Death, 
 Chrift,  Heaven. 
 
 Retirement  and  meditation,  b.  122. 
 
 Returns  and  backilidings,  b.  20. 
 
 Revelation  of  Chrift,  fee  Gentile,  Gofpel. 
 
 Revenge  and  love,  a.  130. 
 
 Rich  tinner  dying,  a.  24.  b.  56. 
 
 Riches  their  vanity,  b.  $6y  101. 
 
 Righteoufnefs  and  ftrength  in  Chrift,  a.  84, 
 85,  gjj  98.  of  Chrift  valuable,  a.  109.  our 
 robe,  a.  7,  20,  and  felf  righteoufnefs,  a. 
 131.  our  own  infufficient,  b,  154. 
 
I      N      D 
 
 S. 
 
 SABBATH  delightful,  b.  14. 
 Sacrament,  fee  Baptifm,  Lord's  Supper. 
 
 Sacrifice  of  Chrift,  b.  142.  and  interceflion,  b. 
 118. 
 
 Safety  of  the  church,  a.  8.  b.  64,  92. 
 
 Saints,  fee  Church,  Spiritual.  God  their  aven- 
 ger, b.  115.  and  hypocrites,  a.  136,  140. 
 their  example,  b.  140.  characters  of  them, 
 a.  143.  in  the  hand  of  Chrift,  a.  138.  fecu- 
 rity,  b.  64.  beloved  in  Chrift,  a.  54.  adopted, 
 a.  64.  death  and  burial,  b.  3.  in  glory,  a. 
 40,  41.  communion,  c.  z. 
 
 Salvation,  b.  88.  of  the  word  of  finners,  a. 
 104.  by  grace,  a.  in.  in  Chrift,  a.  137.  fee 
 Chrift,  Crofs,  Grace,  Heaven,  Light,  Re- 
 deem, Righteoufnefs. 
 
 Sanclification,  j unification,  and  glory,  a.  3. 
 and  pardon,  a.  9.  through  faith,  b.  90. 
 
 Satan  and  Chrift  at  enmity,  a.  107.  his  various 
 temptations,  b.  156,  157.  conquered  by 
 Chrift,  b.  89.  fee  Devil. 
 
 Scripture,  a.  53.  b.  119.  fee  Gofpel. 
 
 Sea  under  the  dominion  of  God,  b.  jo. 
 
 Sealing  and  witneffing  fpirit,  a.  144. 
 
 Secure  and  awakened  finner,  a.  115. 
 
 Security  in  the  promifes,  b.  40,  6o,  69. 
 
 Seeking  after  Chrift,  a.  6j,  71. 
 
 Self-righteoufnefs,  a,  131.  inefficient,  b.  154. 
 
 Senfe  aflifting  our  faith,  b.  141. 
 
 Senfual  delights  dangerous,  b.  10,  II,  48. 
 
 Serpent  brazen,  a.  112. 
 
 Shepherd,  Chrift  and  his  paftures,  a.  67. 
 
 Shortnefs,  frailty  and  mifery  of  life,  b.  32, 
 
 39,  58. 
 
 Sicknefs  and  recovery,  a.  5?. 
 
I      N      T>      E      X.  281 
 
 Sight  of  God  mortifies  us  to  the  world,  b.  41. 
 of  Chrift  beatific,  b.  16,  75;.  3nd  faith,  no, 
 120.  b.  129,  145.  of  Chriit  makes  death 
 eafy,  c.  14; 
 
 Simeon's  fohg,  a.  19.  c.  14, 
 
 Sinai  and  Sion,  b.  152. 
 
 Sincerity  and  hypocrify,  a.  136. 
 
 Sin  the  cauie  of  ChrifVs  death,  b.  81.  and  mi- 
 fery  baniihed  from  heaven,  a.  105.  b.  86* 
 original,  a.  57.  pardoned  and  fubdued,  a.  9, 
 104.  b.  90.  indwelling,  a.  115.  its  power, 
 3.  115.  b.  86.  the  ruin  of  angels  and  men, 
 b.  24.  cuftom  in  it,  b.  160.  folly,  madnefs, 
 and  diftemper  of  it,  b.  153.  conviftion  of  it 
 by  the  law,  a.  115.  againfr  the  law  and  gof- 
 pel,  a.  118.  crucified,  a.  106.  deceitfulnefs 
 of  it,  b.  150. 
 
 Sinning  and  repenting,  b.  20. 
 
 Sinful  pleafures  forfaken,  b.  10,  It. 
 
 Sinner,  the  vileft  faved,  a.  #34.  and  faints 
 death,  b.  2,  3,  52.  invited  to  Chrift,  a.  127. 
 excluded  heaven,  a.  104,  105.  his  death 
 terrible,  a.  91.  fe.  2. 
 
 Sloth  fpi ritual  complained  of,  b.  25. 
 
 Society  in  heaven  blefTed,  b.  53. 
 
 Son  equal  with  the  Father,  b.  51.  fee  Chrift. 
 
 Sons  of  God,  a.  64,  143.  eleft  and  new-born, 
 a.  54. 
 
 Son?  of  angels,  a.  3.  of  Simeon,  a.  19.  c.  14, 
 of  Zechariah,  a.  50.  of  Mofes  and  the  Lamb, 
 
 a.  49,  56.  of  Hezekiah,  a.  55.  of  Solomon 
 paraphrafed,  a.  66—78.  of  the  Virgin  Ma- 
 ry, a.  60.  for  November  5th,  b.  92. 
 
 Sorrow,    fee  Repentance,    comfort  under  it, 
 
 b.  50,  60,  69.  for  the  dead,  relieved,  b.  3. 
 Sovereignty,  a.  86.  fee  Grace,  Election,  God. 
 Soul  feparate,  fee  Death,  Heaven,  Hell. 
 
2,Sz  INDEX. 
 
 Spirit  breathed  after,  a.  74.  b.  34.  water  and 
 blood,  c.  9.  his  offices,  b.  133.  witneffing 
 and  fealing,  a.  144.  its  fruits,  a.  102. 
 
 Spiritual  enemies,  deliverance,  a.  47.  b.  65, 
 82.  warfare,  b.  77.  pilgrimage,  b.  53.  ap- 
 parel, a.  7,  20.  race,  a.  4K.  flot'h  and  dulnefs, 
 b.  25,  34.  joy,  b.  73,  75.  meat,  drink,  and 
 clothing,  a.  7.  foocj,  fee  Feafh 
 
 State  of  nature  and  grace,  a.  104. 
 
 Storm,  fee  Thunder. 
 
 Strength  from  heaven,  a.  15,32,48.  righte- 
 oufnefs  and  pardon  in  (Thrift,  a.  84,  85.  c. 
 24. 
 
 Submiffion  and  deliverance,  a.  129.  to  afflic- 
 tions, a.  5.  b.  109. 
 
 Succefs  of  the  gofpel,  a.  11,  12,  129.  b.  144. 
 
 Sufferings  for  Chrift,  a.  102.  fee  Chrift. 
 
 Supper  of  the  Lord  inftituted,  c.  1.  Baptifia 
 and  preaching,  b.  141. 
 
 Support  under  trials  b.  50,  65. 
 
 Sjmpathy  of  Chrift,  a.  125. 
 
 T. 
 
 TA  B  LE  of  the  Lord,  fee  Lord. 
 Temptations,  hope  under  them,  a.  139, 
 
 of   the  world,  b.   101.  of  the  Devi),  b.  65, 
 
 156,  157.    and  defertion  complained  of,  b. 
 
 163. 
 Tempted,  Chrift's  companion  to  them,  a.  125. 
 Terrors  of  death  to  the  unconverted,  a.  91. 
 Teftament  new  in  the  blood  of  Chrift,  c.  3. 
 Thankfgiving  for  victory,  b.  in.  for  mercies, 
 
 b.  116.  national,  b.  1. 
 Throne  of  grace,  fee  Grace. 
 Thunderer,  God,  b.  62. 
 Time   redeemed,   a.   88.    ours,   and   eternity 
 
 God's,  b    67. 
 Tree  of  jife,  c.  8.  Ad  river  of  love,  c  20. 
 
INDEX.  283 
 
 Trinity  praifed,  c.  26—41. 
 
 Tr.als  on  earth,  and  hope  of  heaven,  b.  65. 
 
 Triumph  over  death,  a.  6.  b.  no.  ot  faith  in 
 
 Ciurift,   a.   14.    at  a  feaft,  c.  21.    of  Chaff 
 
 over  our  enemies,  a.  28. 
 Truft,  fee  Faith. 
 Truth  and  promifes  of   God  unchangeable,  a. 
 
 139.  b.  6d,  69. 
 Types,  b.  12.  and  prophecies  of  (Thrift,  b.  135. 
 
 V. 
 
 VAIN  profperity,  b.  56,  101. 
 -Value  of  Chriit  and  his  righteoufnefs,  a0 
 
 109. 
 Vanity  and  mortality  of  man,  a.  82.  of  youth 
 
 a.  89,  90.  of  the  creatures ,  b.  146. 
 Victory,  a  thanksgiving  for  it,  b.  in.    over 
 
 death,    a.    17.    fin    and    forrow,    a.    14.    of 
 
 Ciirift,  over  fatan,  a.  58.  b.  89.  fee  Enemies. 
 Virtues  chiiiiian,  b.  161.    fee  Holinefs,  Love, 
 
 Saint.  Spiritual. 
 Unbelief  and  faith,   a.   100.  b.  ii>.  puiii(hed? 
 
 a.  11S. 
 UAcharirablenefs  and  charity,  a.  126. 
 Unconverted  irate,  b.  .159.    death  terrible  to 
 
 them,  a.  91. 
 Unlruitfulnefs,  b.  165. 
 Unfan&ifie'd  affections,  b.  165. 
 Unfeen  things,  faith  in  them,  a.  12c. 
 
 W. 
 TI7  A  XDERING     affections,      b.    20, 
 VV     thoughts  in  worfhip,  a.  136. 
 Warfare  chriftian,  b.  77. 
 "Water,  the  Spirit,  and  the  blood,  c.  9. 
 Weak  faints  encouraged  by  Chriit,  a.  125.  by 
 
 the  church,  a.  126. 
 Weaknefs  our  own,  and  Chrift  our  Strength  a. 
 
aS4  INDEX, 
 
 Wifdom  and  power  of  God  in  (Thrift  cruci- 
 fied, c.  io.  carnal  humbled,  a.  n,  12. 
 
 Witneffing  and  fealing  fpirit,  a.  144. 
 
 Word  of  God,  a.  53.  preached,  a.  10,  119. 
 fee  Gofpel,  Scripture. 
 
 World,  crucifixion  to  it  by  the  crofs,  c.  7. 
 the  temptations  of  it,  b.  101.  its  end,  b.  164. 
 mortification  to  it  by  the  fight  of  God,  b. 
 41.  its  creation,  b.  147.  prefer  vat  ron,  b.  13. 
 
 Worlhip  of  heaven  humble,  b.  63.  profitable, 
 b.  123.  condefcended  to  by  God,  b.  45. 
 (Thrift  prefent  at  it,  a.  66.  b.  15,  16.  c.  15. 
 accepted  thro'  Chrift,  b.  36,  37.    formality 
 in  it,  a.  136.  delightful,  b.  14,  15,  16,  42. 
 
 Wrath  and  mercy  of  God,  a.  42.  b.  80.  fee 
 God,  Hell. 
 
 Y 
 
 Y. 
 
 OKE  of  Chrift  eafy,  a.  127. 
 Youth,   its  vanities,  a.  89,  90.    advifed, 
 a.  91. 
 
 Z. 
 
 ZACHARIAH's  fong,  and  John's  metfage, 
 a.  50. 
 2eal  in  the  chriftian  race,  a.  48.  b.  129.  and 
 iovc,  a.  14.  fur  the  gofpel,  a.  103.  b.  4.  the 
 want  of  it,  b.  25.  agamit  fin,  b.  106.  foi 
 God,  b.  116. 
 Zion,  her  glory  and  defence,  b.  64.  fee 
 Church. 
 
 ,BLE 
 
TABLE 
 
 TO  FIND  ANY  HYMN   BY  THE  FIRST  LlNE. 
 
 A.  Page. 
 
 ADORE  and  tremble  for  our  God  26 
 
 Alas,  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed  112 
 
 All  glory  to  thy  wondrous  name  256 
 
 All  mortal  vanities  be  gone  17 
 
 And  are  we  wretches  yet  alive  186 
 
 And  mu ft  this  body  die  1S9 
 
 And  now  the  fcales  have  left  mine  eyes  167 
 
 Arife,  my  foul,  my  joyful  powers  168 
 
 As  new-born  babes  defire  the  breaft  93 
 
 At  thy  command,  our  deareft  Lord  247 
 
 Attend  while  God's  exalted  Sor:  202 
 
 Awake,  my  heart,  arife  my  tongue  15 
 
 Awake,  our  fouls,  away  our  fears         '  28 
 
 Away  from  ev'ry  mortal  care  19S 
 B. 
 
 BACKWARD  with  humble  fhame  we 
 
 look  34 
 
 Begin,  my  tongue,  feme  heav'nly  theme  1^7 
 
 Behold  how  finners  difagree  86 
 
 Behold  the  blind  their  fight  receive  206 
 
 Behold  the  glories  of  the  Lamb  I 
 
 Behold  the  grace  appears  3 
 
 Behold  the  potter  and  the  clay  76 
 
 Behold  the  rofe  of  Sharon  here  42 
 
 Behold  the  woman's  promis'd  feed  205 
 
 Behold  the  wretch  whofe  luft  and  wine  80 
 
 Behold  what  wondrous  grace  39 
 
 Blefs'd  are  the  humble  fouls  that  fee  67 
 
 Blefs'd  be  the  everiafting  God  19 
 
 Blcfs'd  be  the  Father  and  his  love  255 
 
 Blefs'd  is  the  man  whofe  cautious  feet  3* 
 Blefs'd  morning  !  whofe  young  dawning 
 
 ray 6  160 
 
aSo  A    T  A  B  L  E 
 
 Elefs'd  witli  the  joys  of  innocence 
 
 Blood  has  a  voice  to  pierce  the  fkies  195 
 
 Bright  king  of  glory,  dreadful  God  142 
 
 Broad  is  the  road  that  leads  to  death  221 
 
 Bury'd  in  lliadows  of  the  night  64 
 
 But  few  among  the  carnal  wile  63 
 
 C; 
 
 CAN  creatures  to  perfection  find  230 
 
 Chrift  and  his  crofs  is  all  our  theme  78 
 
 Come,  ail  harmonious  tongues  169 
 
 Come,  deareft  Lord,  defcencl  and  dwell  88 
 
 Come,  happy  fouls,  approach  your  God  184 
 
 Come  hither  all  ye  weary  fouls  83 
 
 Come,  holy  Spirit  heav'nly  Dove  131 
 
 Come,  let  us  join  a  joyful  tune  23; 
 
 Come,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  fongs  38 
 
 Come,  let  us  lift  our  joyful  eyes  188 
 
 Come,  let  us  lift  our  voices  high  248 
 
 Come,  we  that  love  the  Lord  128 
 
 D. 
 
 DAughters  of  Sion,  come,  behold  46 
 
 Dear  Lord,  behold  our  fore  dillrcfs  224 
 
 Dearer!  of  all  the  names  above  214 
 
 Death  cannot  make  our  fouls  afraid  141 
 Death  may  difTolve  my  body  now 
 Death  !  'tis  a  melancholy  day 
 
 DeceivYi  by  fubtle  mares  of  hell  70 
 Deep  in  the  diiil  before  thy  throne 
 
 I)efcend  from  heav'n,  immortal  Dove  i--'- 
 Do  we  not  know  that  folemn  word 
 
 Down  headlong  from  their  native  Ikies  170 
 
 Dread  fov'reign  let  my  ev'ning  fong  11 1 
 E. 
 
 ERE  the  blue  heav'ns  were  ftretch'd 
 abroad 
 
 Eternal  fov'reign  of  the  iky  215 
 Eternal  Spirit,  we  confefs 
 
To  find  any  HYMN.  287 
 F. 
 
 FA  I T  H  is  the  brighted  evidence  78 
 Far  from  my  thoughts  vain  world 
 
 begone              "  116 
 
 Father,  I  long,  I  faint,  to  fee  156 
 
 Father,  we  wait  to  feel  thy  grace  251 
 
 Firm  and  unraov'd  are  they  17 
 
 Firm  as  the  earth  thy  gofpel  ftands  90 
 
 From  heav'n  the  finning  angels  fell  180 
 
 From  thee,  my  God,  my  joys  lhall  rife  162 
 
 G. 
 
 GlENTILES  by  nature,  we  belong  74 
 
 r  Give  me  the  wings  of  faith  to  rife  208 
 
 Give  to  the  Father  praife  297 
 
 Glory  to  God  the  Triaity  255 
 
 Glory  to  God  that  walks  the  fky  149 
 
 Glory  to  God  the  Father's  name  254 
 
 God  is  a  fpirit  juft  and  wife  88 
 
 God  of  the  morning,  at  whofe  voice  52 
 
 God  of  the  feas  thy  thund'ring  voice  1^8 
 
 God,  the  eternal  awful  name  125 
 
 God,  who  in  various  methods  told  32 
 Go  preach  my  gofpel,  faith  the  Lord 
 Go  worihip  at  Immanuei's  feet 
 
 Great  God,  how  infinite  art  thou  1  j£ 
 Great  God,  I  own  thy  fentence  juft 
 
 Great  God,  thy  glories  lhall  employ  227 
 
 Great  God  to  what  a  glorious  height  191 
 
 Great  king  of  glory  and  of  grace  221 
 
 Great  was  the  day,  the  joy  was  great  211 
 
 H. 
 
 HAD  I  the  tongues  of  Greeks  and 
 
 Jews  87 
 
 Happy  the  church,  thou  facred  place  "  153 
 
 Happy  the  heart  where  graces  reign  13^ 
 
 Hark'  from  the  tombs  a  doleful  found  153 
 
 Hark!  the  Redeemer  from  on  high  44 
 
28S  A    T  A  B  L  E 
 
 Hear  what  the  voice  from  heav'n  pro- 
 claims 14 
 Hence  from  my  foul,  fad  thoughts,  be  gone  161 
 Here  at  thy  crofs,  my  flying  God  109 
 High  as  the  heav'ns  above  the  ground  193 
 High  on  a  hiil  of  dazzling  light  u8 
 Honour  to  the  Almighty  Three  256 
 Hofanna,  &c.  259 
 Hofanna  to  our  conqu'ring  King  173 
 Hofanna  to  the  Prince  of  Light  163 
 Hofanna  to  the  Royal  Son  13 
 Hofanna  with  a  cheerful  found  in 
 How  are  thy  glories  here  difplay'd  252 
 How  beauteous  are  their  feet  9 
 How  can  I  fink  with  fuch  a  prop  194 
 How  condefcending  and  how  kind  234 
 How  full  of  anguifh  is  the  thought  -  182 
 How  heavy  is  the  night  64 
 How  honourable  is  the  place  6 
 How  large  the  promife,  how  divine  74 
 How  oft  have  fin  and  Satan  drove  90 
 How  rich  are  thy  provifions,  Lord  241 
 How  fad  our  ftate  by  nature  is  173 
 How  mall  I  praife  th'  eternal  God  226 
 How  fhort  and  hafty  is  our  life  129 
 How  mould  the  fons  of  Adam's  race  57 
 How  ftrong  thine  arm  is,  mighty  God  28 
 How  fweet  and  awful  is  the  place  242 
 How  vain  are  all  things  here  below  140 
 How  wondrous  great,  how  glorious  bright  171 
 
 I. 
 
 I  Cannot  bear  thine  abfence,  Lord,  194 
 
 I  give  immortal  praife  257 
 
 I  hate  the  tempter  and  his  charms  219 
 
 I  lift  my  banner,  faith  the  Lord  21 
 
 I  love  the  windows  of  thy  grace  212 
 
 I'm  not  alham'd  to  own  my  "Lord  63 
 
To  find  any  HYMN.  289 
 
 I  fend  the  joys  of  earth  away  114 
 
 I  fing  my  Saviour's  wondrous  death  192 
 
 Jehovah  fpeaks,  let  Ifr'el  hear  55 
 
 Jehovah  reigns,  his  throne  is  high  229 
 
 Jefus,  in  thee  our  eyes  behold  95 
 
 Jefus  invites  his  faints  233 
 
 Jefus  is^one  above  the  ikies  236 
 
 Jefus,  the  man  of  connVnt  ;^rief  10 
 
 Jefus,  we  blefs  thy  Father's  name  32 
 
 Jefus,  we  how  before  thy  feet  246 
 
 Jefus,  with  all  thy  faints  above  227 
 
 In  Gabriel's  hand  a  mighty  ftone  36 
 
 In  thine  own  ways,  O  God  of  love  22 
 
 In  vain  the  wealthy  mortals  toil  17 
 
 In  vain  we  laviih  out  our  lives  7 
 
 Infinite  grief !  amazing  woe  178 
 
 Join  all  the  glorious  names  102 
 
 Join  all  the  names  of  love  and  pow'r  201 
 
 Is  this  the  kind  return  161 
 
 K. 
 I  ND   is  the  fpeech  of  (Thrift  our 
 
 Lord  46 
 
 K 
 
 LADEN  with  guilt  and  full  of  fears      195 
 
 Let  all  our  tongues  be  one  238 
 
 Let  everlafting  glories  crown  203 
 
 Let  ev'ry  mortal  ear  attend  5 
 
 Let  God  the  Father  live  254 
 
 Let  him  embrace  my  foul  and  prove  41 
 
 Let  God  the  Maker's  name  256 
 
 Let  me  but  hear  my  Saviour  fay  12 
 
 Let  mortal  tongues  attempt  to  fing  35 
 
 Let  others  boarc  how  fcrong  they  be  119 
 
 Let  pharifees  of  high  efteem  87 
 
 Let  the  old  heathens  tune  their  fong  121 
 
 Let  the  feventh  angel  found  on  high  4° 
 
 Let  the  whole  race  of  creatures  lie  i3.T 
 
igo  A    T  A  B  L  E 
 
 Let  <-Ke  wild  leopards  of  the  wood  222 
 
 Let  them  negle_a  thy  glory,  Lord  132 
 
 Let  us  adore  th'  eternal  word  235 
 
 Life  and  immortal  joys  are  eiv'n  199 
 
 Life  is  the  time  'o  ferve  the  Lord  58 
 
 Lift  up  von."  eyes  to  th'  heav'nly  feats  133 
 Like  (heep  we  wen1-  ailray           ^J    flt$S   IP 
 
 Lo  the  deftroyiiig  angel  flies  *  219 
 
 Lo  the  young  tribes  of  Adam  rife  60 
 
 Lo  what  a  glorious  fight  appears  16 
 
 Lo  whar  an  entertaining  fight  27 
 
 Long  have  I  fat  beneath  the  found  226 
 Look,  graeious  (-rod,  how  num'rous  they     28 
 
 Lord,  at  thy  temple  we  appear  14 
 
 Lord,  how  divine  thy  con  forts  are  240 
 
 Lord,  how  fecure  and  Mefs'd  are  they  148 
 
 Lord,  how  fecure  my  confcieuce  was  75 
 
 Lord,  we  adore  thy  bounteous  hand  248 
 
 Lord,  we  adore  thy  vaft  defigns  189 
 
 Lord,  we  are  blind,  we  mortals  blind  125 
 
 Lord,  we  confefs  our  num'rous  faults  72 
 
 Lord,  what  a  heav'n  of  faving  grace  117 
 
 Lord,  what  a  thoughtlefs  Wretch  was  I  23 
 
 Lord,  what  a  wretched  land  is  this  144 
 Lord,  when  my  thoughts  with  wonder  roll  109 
 
 Loud  hallelujahs  to  the  Lord  28 
 
 M. 
 
 MAN  has  a  foul  of  vaft  defires  212 
 Mittaken  fouls  that  dream  of 
 
 heav'n  91 
 
 My  dear  Redeemer  and  my  Lord  208 
 
 My  drowfy  pow'rs,  why  ileep  ye  fo  124 
 
 Mv  God,  how  endlefs  is  thy  love  54 
 
 My  God,  my  life,  my  love  1 76 
 
 My  God,  my  portion  and  my  love  177 
 
 My  GoH,  permit  me  not  to  be  197 
 
 My  God,  the  fpring  of  all  my  joys  145 
 
To  find  any  HYMN. 
 
 My  God,  what  endlefs  pleafures  dwell  r 36 
 
 My  heart,  how  dreadful  hard  it  is  18a 
 
 My  Saviour  God,  my  fov'reign  prince  209 
 
 My  foul  come  meditate  the  day  1^1 
 
 My  foul  forfak.es  her  vain  delight  113 
 
 My  thoughts  on  awful  fubjecTS  roll  107 
 My  thoughts  furmount  thefe  lower-  ikies     224 
 
 N. 
 
 NAKED  as  from  the  earth  we  came  4 
 Nature  with  ail  her  pow'rs  fhall  ling  106 
 
 Nature  with  open  volume  Hands  240 
 
 No,  I'll  repine  at  death  no  more  184 
 
 No,  I  fhall  envy  them  no  more  147 
 
 No  more,  my  God,  I  boaft  no  more  71 
 
 Nor  eye  hath  feen,  nor  ear  has  heard  69 
 
 Not  all  the  blood  of  beaits  210 
 
 Not  all  the  outward  forms  on  earth  63 
 
 Not  different  food  nor  different  drefs  83 
 
 Not  from  the  duff  affliction  grows  55 
 
 Not  the  malicious  or  profane  68 
 
 Not  to  condemn  the  fons  of  men  66 
 
 Not  to  the  terrors  of  the  Lord  216 
 
 Not  with  our  mortal  eyes  71 
 
 Now  be  the  God  of  Ifr'el  bleft  29 
 
 Now  by  the  bowels  of  my  God  85 
 
 Now  for  a  tune  of  lofty  praife  137 
 
 Now  have  our  hearts  embrac'd  our  God  243 
 
 Now  in  the  galleries  of  his  grace  50 
 
 Now  in  the  heat  of  youthful  blood  6c 
 
 Now  let  a  fpacious  world  arife  213 
 
 Now  let  our  pains  be  all  forgot  244 
 
 Now  let  the  Father  and  the  Son  256 
 
 Now  let  the  Lord  my  Saviour  fmile  142 
 
 Now  Satan  comes  with  dreadful  roar  220 
 
 Now  fhall  my  inward  joys  arife  23 
 
 Now  to  the  Lord  a  noble  long  340 
 
 Now  to  the  Lord  that  makes  us  know  f 
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 Now  to  the  power  of  God  fupreme  89 
 
 O. 
 
 OFor  an  overcoming  faith  13 
 
 Oh  !  if  my  fou!  were  form'd  for  woe  1H6 
 
 Oh!  the  almighty  Lord  166 
 
 Oh!  the  delights,  the  heav'nly  joys  174 
 
 Often  I  feek  my  Lord  by  night  45 
 
 Once  more,  my  foul,  the  riling  day  HO 
 
 Our  days,  alas!  our  mortal  days  134 
 
 Our  God,  how  firm  his  promile  ftands  135 
 
 Our  fins,  aias!  how  ftrong  they  be  171 
 
 Our  fouls  mall  magnify  the  Lord  36 
 
 Our  fpirits  join  t'  adore  the  Lamb  250 
 
 P. 
 
 I^LUNG'D  in  a  gulph  of  dark  defpair  16$ 
 
 '    Praife,  everlafting  praife  be  paid  150 
 
 R. 
 
 RAISE  thee,  my  foul,  fly  up  and  run  130 
 
 Raife  your  triumphant  fongs  185 
 
 Rile,  rife,  my  foul,  and  leave  the  ground  11& 
 
 S. 
 
 SAINTS  at  your  heav'nly  Father's  word  £4 
 
 Salvation!  O  the  joyful  found  172 
 
 See  where  the  grea.t  incarnate  God  27 
 
 Shall  the  vile  race  of  fleili  and  blood  54 
 
 Shall  we  go  on  to  fin  69 
 
 Shall  wifdom  cry  aloud  61 
 
 Shine,  mighty  God,    on  Britain  mine  17 
 
 Shout  to  the  Lord,  and  let  our  joys  175 
 
 Sin  has  a  thoufand  treacherous  arts  215 
 
 Sin  like  a  venomous  difeafe  217 
 
 Sing  10  the  Lord  that  built  the  fkies  115 
 
 Sing  to  the  Lord  with  joyful  voice  27 
 
 Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  heav'nly  hofts  152 
 
 Sitting  around  our  father's  board  251 
 
 So  did  the  Hebrew  prophet  raife  73 
 
To  find  any  HYMN.  293 
 
 So  let  our  lips  and  lives  exprefs  86 
 
 Stand  up,  my  foul,  make  off  thy  fears  164 
 Stoop  down,  my  thoughts,  that  ufe  to  rife    126 
 
 Strait  is  the  way,  the  door  is  ftrait  223 
 
 T. 
 
 TERRIBLE  God,  that  reign'ft  on  high  in 
 
 That  awful  day  will  furely  come  187 
 
 Thee  we  adore,  eternal  name  146 
 
 The  glories  of  my  maker  God  159 
 
 The  God  of  mercy  be  ador'd  255 
 
 The  King  of  Glory  fends  his  Son  206 
 
 The  lands  that  long  in  darknefs  lay  H 
 
 The  law  by  Mofes  came  77 
 
 The  law  commands  and  makes  us  know  197 
 
 The  Lord  declares  his  will  196 
 
 The  Lord  defcending  from  above  200 
 
 The  Lord  Jehovah  reigns  229 
 
 The  Lord  on  high  proclaims  56 
 
 The  majefty  of  Solomon  191 
 
 The  mem'ry  of  our  dying  Lord  ^244 
 
 The  promife  of  my  Father's  love  "234 
 
 The  promife  was  divinely  free  205 
 
 The  true  Meffiah  now  appears  114 
 
 The  voice  of  my  Beloved  founds  43 
 
 The  wond'ring  world  inquires  to  know  48 
 
 There  is  a  houfe  not  made  with  hands  72 
 
 There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight  155 
 
 There's  no  ambition  fwells  my  heart  23 
 
 There  was  an  hour  when  Chrift  rejoic'd  9 
 Theft  glorious  minds  how  bright  they  mine  25 
 
 This  is  the  word  of  truth  and  love  207 
 
 Thou,  whom,  my  foul  admires  above  42 
 
 Thus  did  the  fons  of  Abraham  pafs  200 
 
 Thus  far  the  Lord  hath  led  me  on  53 
 
 Thus  faith  the  firft,  the  great  command  76 
 
 Thus  faith  the  High  and  Lofty  One  57 
 
 Thus  faith  the  Ruler  of  the  ikies  16S 
 
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 Thus  faith  the  mercy  of  the  Lord  7,^ 
 
 Thus  faith  the  wifdom  of  the  Lord  62 
 
 Thy  favours,  Lord,  furprife  our  fouls  138 
 
 Time,  what  an  empty  vapour  'tis  148 
 
 'Tis  by  the  faith  of  joys  to  come  202 
 
 'Tis  from  the  treafures  of  this  world  98 
 
 'Tis  not  the  law  of  ten  commands  199 
 
 To  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son  256 
 
 To  God  the  only  wife  30 
 
 To  God  the  Father's  throne  259 
 
 To  him  that  chofe  us  firft  258 
 
 To  our  eternal  God  259 
 
 'Twas  by  an  order  from  the  Lord  216 
 
 'Twas  on  that  dark  that  doleful  night  232 
 
 ?Twas  the  commiflion  of  our  Lord  3r 
 
 V. 
 
 VAIN  are  the  hopes  the  fons  of  men  62 
 
 Vain  are  the  hopes  that  rebels  place  65 
 
 Unfhaken  as  the  facred  hill  17 
 
 Up  to  the  fields  where  angels  lie  135 
 
 Up  to  the  Lord  that  reigns  on  high  139 
 
 W. 
 
 WE  are  a  garden  wall'd  around  ,   47 
 
 We  blefs  the  prophet  of  the  Lord  204 
 
 We  fing  th'  amazing  deeds  245 
 
 We  fing  the  glories  of  thy  love  34 
 
 Welcome  fweet  day  of  reft  116 
 
 Well,  the  Redeemer's  gone  132 
 
 What  different  pow'rs  of  grace  and  fin  210 
 
 What  equal  honours  mall  we  bring  39 
 
 What  happy  men  or  angels  thefe  24 
 
 What  mighty  man  or  mighty  God  20 
 
 Whence  do  our  mournful  thoughts  arife  22 
 
 When  I  can  read  my  title  clear  154 
 
 When  in  the  light  of  faith  divine  183 
 
 When  I  furvej  the  wondrous  crofs  237 
 
 When  we  are  raia'd  from  deep  diftrefs  53 
 
To  find  any  HYMN.  295 
 
 When  ftrangers  ftand  and  hear  me  tell  50 
 
 When  the  firft  parents  of  our  race  264 
 
 When  the  great  builder  arch'd  the  fkies  123 
 
 Where  are  the  mourners,  faith  the  Lord  218 
 
 Who  can  defcribe  the  joys  that  rife  66 
 
 Who  has  believ'd  thy  word  92 
 
 Who  is  this  fair  one  in  dhtrefs  51 
 
 Who  (hall  the  Lord's  elecl  coodemn  11 
 
 Why  did  the  "ews  proclaim  their  rage  4 
 
 Why  does  your  face,  ye  bumble  fouls  170 
 
 Why  do  we  mourn  departing  Friends  108 
 
 Why  is  my  heart  fo  far  from  thee  120 
 
 Wiry  ihould  the  children  uf  a  King  95 
 
 Why  fhould  this  earth  delight  us  fo  225 
 
 Why  fhould  we  ftart  and  fear  to  die  129 
 
 With  cheeiful  voice  I  fing  99 
 
 With  holy  fear  and  humb'e  fong  138 
 
 With  joy  we  meditate  the  grace  82 
 Y. 
 
 YE  angels  round  the  throne  256 
 
 Ye  faints,  how  lovely  is  the  place  23 
 
 Ye  fons  of  Adam  vain  and  vou'ng  59 
 
 Ye  that  obey  th'  immortal  King  23 
 
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 A  TABLE 
 
TABLE 
 
 Of  the  SCRIPTURES  that  are  turned 
 into  Verse, 
 
 In  the  FIRST  BOOK. 
 
 Gen.  111. 1,15,17. 
 
 xvii.  7. 
 
 xvii.  7,  10. 
 
 xxii.  6. 
 Job  i.  21. 
 
 iii.  14,  15. 
 
 iv.  17,  21. 
 
 v.  6,  7,  8. 
 
 ix.  2,  io. 
 
 xiv.  4. 
 
 xix.  25,  26,  27. 
 Pfalm  iii.  5,  6. 
 
 iv.  8. 
 
 xix.  5,  8. 
 
 xlix.  6,  9. 
 
 li.  5. 
 
 lxxiii.  24,  25. 
 
 cxxxix.  23,  24. 
 
 cxliii.tB.^ /\      r 
 
 cxfti^  .fro,'  «oJ^' 
 Prov.vni.  r,  2^,32. 
 
 viii.  34,  36.        . 
 Ecclef.  viii.  8. 
 
 ix.  4,  >,  6,  10. 
 
 xi   «  . 
 
 The  fame.         • 
 
 xii.  1,  7. 
 
 mn. 
 107 
 
 "3 
 121 
 
 129 
 
 5 
 
 24 
 
 82 
 
 83 
 86 
 
 5l 
 
 So 
 80 
 
 79 
 
 24 
 
 57- 
 
 79 
 
 136 
 
 •80 
 
 92 
 
 93 
 
 24.- 
 
 Hymn. 
 Solo.  ">  i. 2-5, 12, 17. 66 
 Song.  J1.7.  67 
 
 ii.  1,  2,3,  &c.      68 
 11.  8,  9,  &c.  69 
 
 ii.  14,  [6,  17.        70 
 »j-  J.  2,3,4,  5-   7i 
 
 11. 
 
 111.  11. 
 iv-  1,  7. 
 iv.  12,  14,  15. 
 v.  1. 
 
 v.  9—16. 
 vi.  1,  2,3,  12. 
 vn.  5,  9,  13. 
 viii.  5,  8,  14. 
 Ifaiah  v.  2,  7,  10. 
 ix.  2,  6,  7. 
 xxvi.  1,  2,  &c. 
 xxvi.  8,^0. 
 xxxviii.  Sfc&c.^*  55 
 
 The  fame*.  ~*  48 
 *     xlv.  7.  81 
 
 xlv.  21,  25.  84 
 
 Jhfljfame.  85 
 
 \  xlix^3j  14,  &rc.  39 
 
 liii.i— 5, 10,12.  141 
 'liii.  $,0,  i2o        142 
 
 72 
 73 
 
 74 
 74 
 
 76 
 77 
 78 
 10 
 13 
 
 30 
 
A  Table  of  the  SCRI 
 
 Hymn. 
 
 Ifaiahlv.  I,  2,  &c.     7 
 
 The  fame.  9 
 
 lvii.  1  J,  16.  87 
 
 Ixi.  10.  20 
 
 lxiii.  1,  2,  3,  &rc.  28 
 
 lxiii.  4,  5,  6,  7.     29 
 
 lxv.  20.  91 
 
 Lam.  iii.  23.  81 
 
 Ezek.xxxvi.25,&c.  9 
 
 Mic.  vii.  19.  9 
 
 Nah.  i.  1,  2,  3,  &c.  42 
 
 Zech.  xiii.  1.  9 
 
 Matt.  iii.  9.  99 
 
 v.  3,  12.  102 
 
 xi.  28,  30.  127 
 
 xii.  20.  125 
 
 xiii.  16,  17.  10 
 
 xxi.  9.  16 
 
 xxii.  37,  40.         116 
 
 xxviii.  18,  &c.     128 
 
 xxviii.  19.  52 
 
 Mark  x.  14.  •  113 
 
 xvi.  15,  &c.        128 
 
 Luke  i.  30,  &c.  3 
 
 i.  46,  &c.  6c 
 
 i.  68.  150 
 
 ii.  10,  &c.  3 
 
 ii.  27.  19 
 
 x.  21,  2/.  n 
 
 The  fame.  12 
 
 xv.  7,  10.  101 
 
 xv.  13,  &c.  123 
 
 xviii.  10,  &c.      131 
 
 xix.  38,  40.    •      16 
 
 John  i.  1,  3,  14.         z 
 
 [.  13.  59 
 
 :.  17.  118 
 
 PTURES,  &c.  297 
 
 Hymn. 
 
 John  i.  29,  32.  50 
 
 hi.  3,  fee/  95 
 
 111.  14,  16.  112 
 
 iii.  16,  17,  18.  100 
 
 iv.  24.  136 
 
 x.  28,  22.  138 
 
 Afts  ii.  38.  52 
 
 xvi.  14,  15,33.  121 
 
 Rom.  iii.  19,  22.  94 
 
 v.  12,  &c.  $j 
 
 The  fame.  124 
 
 vi.  1,  2,  6.  106 
 
 vi.  3,  4,  &c.  122 
 
 vii.  8, 9, 14,24.  115 
 
 viii:  14,  16.  144 
 
 viii.  33,  &e.  14 
 
 ix.  21,  22,  &c.  117 
 
 xi.  16,  17.  114 
 
 xiv.  17,  19.  126 
 
 xv.  8,  9,  12.  113 
 
 1  Cor.  i.  23,  24.  119 
 i.  21,31.  96 
 i.  30.  97 
 The  fame.  98 
 ii.  9,  10.  105 
 iii.  6,  7.  119 
 vi.  10,  11.  104 
 x.  32.  126 
 xiii.  1,2,  3.  134 
 xiii.  2,  3,  7,  13.  133 
 xv.  55,  &c.  17 
 
 2  Cor.  ii.  16.  119 
 v.  1,  5,  8.  no 
 xii.  7,  9,  io.  15 
 
 Gal.  iv.  4.  107 
 
 iv.  6.  64 
 
 Eph.  i.  3,  &c.  54 
 
*r>3    A  Table  of  the  SCRIPTURES, 
 
 &c. 
 
 Hymn. 
 
 Hymn. 
 
 Eph.  i.  13,14. 
 
 144 
 
 Heb.xi.  1,3,8,10. 
 
 120 
 
 111.  9,  10. 
 
 2 
 
 1  Pet.  i.  3,  4,  5. 
 
 26 
 
 iii.  16,  &c. 
 
 135 
 
 i.  8. 
 
 108 
 
 iv.  30,  &c. 
 
 130 
 
 I  John  iii.  1.  &c. 
 
 64 
 
 Phil.  ii.  2. 
 
 130 
 
 Jude  24,  25. 
 
 5i 
 
 iii.  7,  8,  9. 
 
 109 
 
 Rev.  i.  5,  6,  7. 
 
 61 
 
 Col.  i.  16. 
 
 2 
 
 v.  6,  8,  12. 
 
 1 
 
 ii.  15. 
 
 107 
 
 The  fame. 
 
 *5 
 
 a  Tim.  i.  9,  10, 
 
 137 
 
 v.  11—13. 
 
 6z 
 
 L  12. 
 
 103 
 
 The  fame. 
 
 63 
 
 iii.  15,  16. 
 
 S3 
 
 vii.  13,  &c. 
 
 40 
 
 iv.  6,  7,  8,  18.      27 
 
 The  fame. 
 
 4i 
 
 Tit.  ii.  10,  13. 
 
 132 
 
 xi.  15. 
 
 65 
 
 iii-  3,  7- 
 
 in 
 
 xii.  7. 
 
 58 
 
 Heb.  i.  1. 
 
 53 
 
 xiv.  13. 
 
 18 
 
 iii.  3,  5,  6. 
 
 118 
 
 xv.  3.              49 
 
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 iv.  15,  !<*• 
 
 125 
 
 xvi.  19. 
 
 ^ 
 
 v.  7. 
 
 125 
 
 xvii.  6. 
 
 5<5 
 
 vi.  17,  19- 
 
 139 
 
 xviii.  20,  21. 
 
 59 
 
 vii. 
 
 '45 
 
 xxi.  1,  2,3,4. 
 
 21 
 
 ix. 
 
 I4I 
 
 xxi.  5,  6,  7,  8. 
 
 45 
 
 x,  28,  29. 
 
 118 
 
 xxi.  27. 
 
 105 
 
 In  the  THIRD  BOOK. 
 
 Hymn. 
 
 Luke  ii.  28. 
 
 14 
 
 John  xvi.  16. 
 
 xiv.  16. 
 
 12 
 
 1  Cor  x.  16,  17. 
 
 xiv.  17,  23. 
 
 13 
 
 xi.  23,  &c. 
 
 xxii.  19. 
 
 6 
 
 Gal.  vi.  14. 
 
 John  vi.  31,35, 
 
 39- 
 
 5 
 
 i  John  v.  6. 
 
 xiv.  3. 
 
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