THE LIBRARY 
 
 OF 
 
 THE UNIVERSITY 
 
 OF CALIFORNIA 
 
 LOS ANGELES
 
 HYMNS 
 
 AND 
 
 SACRED POEMS, 
 
 ON A VARIETY OF 
 
 Divine Subjects^ 
 
 COMPRISING THE WHOLE OF 
 
 THE POETICAL REMAINS 
 
 OF THE 
 
 Rev. AUGUSTUS M. TOPLADY, B.A., 
 
 Vicar of Broad Henibury, Devon. 
 
 WITH A 
 
 SKETCH OF HIS LIFE AND POETRY. 
 
 ' As from the Lute soft Music flows, 
 
 Obedient to the skilful hand ; 
 So, tun'd by Thee, my spirit owes 
 Her harmony to Thy command. 
 
 Touch'd by the finger of Thy love. 
 
 Sweet melody of praise I bring ; 
 Join the enraptur'd hosts above. 
 
 And feel the bliss that makes them sing." 
 
 , TOPLADT. 
 
 Hondon : 
 
 DANIEL SEDGWICK, 81, SUN STREET, BISHOPSGATE: 
 
 AND HAMILTON, ADAMS, AND CO., PATERNOSTER ROW. 
 
 MDCCCLX.
 
 LONDON : 
 
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 OF THE 
 
 REV. AUGUSTUS M. TOPLADY. 
 
 'O 
 
 The Eev. Augustus ]\Iontague Toplady, B.A., was 
 the son of Eicliard Toplady, a major, who died at 
 the siege of Carthagena soon after the birth of his 
 son. His mother's maiden name was Catharine Bate. 
 She was sister to the Rev. Julia Bate, and the Eev. 
 Mr. Bate, rector of St. Paul's, Deptford ; by whom 
 they were married at the above church, Decem- 
 ber 21, 1737. They had issue, — one son named 
 Trancis, who died in his infancy, and our author, 
 who was born at Farnham, in Surrey, November 4, 
 174.0. His godfathers were Augustus Middleton 
 and Adolphus Montague, Esquires ; in honour to 
 whom he bore the Christian name of the one, and 
 the surname of the other. He received the first 
 rudiments of his education at Westminster School, 
 where he early evinced a peculiar genius. While 
 a student at that place he a(;companied his 
 honoured parent in a journey to Ireland, to 
 pursue claims to an estate which she had in 
 that kingdom. Notwithstanding the solitary state 
 in which his mother was left, she anxiously 
 watched over him \\'\\\\ the deepest sympathy of 
 affection, and persevered in a plan for his educa- 
 tion and future prospects, which were the principal 
 concerns of her maternal solicitude. The son re- 
 turned her tender care witli the utmost affection. 
 Indeed, so great was the obligation which he ah\ays 
 conceived he owed her, that he never mentioned 
 her but in words expressive of sensibility and gra- 
 titude.
 
 11 BIOGKAPHICAL SKETCH 
 
 As this son of the prophets wsls improving those 
 natural talents he was so eminently endowed with, 
 it pleased God in his providence, when he was 
 about the age of sixteen, to direct his steps into 
 a barn, at a place called Codymain, in Ireland, 
 where a layman was preaching. The Word of God 
 was iixed upon his conscience, "in demonstra- 
 tion of the Spirit and with power." Let it not 
 rashly be deemed the enthusiasm of a visionist, 
 or the ignis fatuus of religious distraction, when 
 we assert, "That his faith did not stand in the 
 wisdom of men, but in the power of God." There 
 was nothing peculiar in the place, nor instrument, 
 to work upon his fancy or passions ; therefore, to 
 attempt to explain the effect by any logical or me- 
 taphysical investigation would be ridiculous, while 
 we have the Scriptures in congeniality \vith facts 
 to inform us that, " it pleaseth God, by the foolish- 
 ness of preaching, to save them that believe." 
 
 A few years after this memorable circumstance, 
 Mr. Toplady reflects upon it in tlie follow- 
 ing words — " Febniary 29, 1 768. At night, after 
 my return from Exeter, my desires were strongly 
 drawn out, and drawn up to God. I could, indeed, 
 say that I groaned with the groans of love, joy, 
 ^and peace ; but so it was, even with comfortable 
 groans tliat cannot be uttered. That sweet text, 
 Ephesians ii. 13, "Ye, who sometimes were far off, 
 are made nigli by the blood of Christ," was parti- 
 cularly delightful and refreshing to my soul ; and 
 the more so, as it reminded me of the days and 
 months that are past, even the day of my sensible 
 es})ousals to tlie Bridegroom of the elect. It was 
 from this ])assago that Mr. Morris ju'eached on the 
 memoraljle evening of my efl'ectual call. By the 
 grace of God, under the ministry of that dear mes- 
 senger, and under tliat sermon, I was, I trust, 
 brought nigh l)y the Ijlood of Christ, in August,
 
 OF THE AUTHOR. Ill 
 
 1756. Strange that I, who had so long sat under 
 the means of grace in England, should be brought 
 near to God in an obscure part of Ireland, amidst 
 a handful of God's people met together in a barn, 
 and under the ministry of one who could hardly 
 spell his name. Surely it was the Lord's doing, 
 and is marvellous ! The excellency of such power 
 must be of God, and cannot be of man ; the rege- 
 nerating Spirit breathes not only on whom, but 
 likewise when, where, and as He listeth." 
 
 Further reference is made to his conversion in 
 the last exhortation he gave, on Sunday, June 14, 
 1778, a few weeks before his death, — "I was 
 awakened in the month of August, 1755, but not, 
 as has been falsely reported, under Mr. John Wes- 
 ley, or any preacher connected with him. Though 
 awakened in 1755, I was not led into a full and 
 clear view of the doctrines of grace till the year 
 1758, when, through the great goodness of God, 
 my Arminian prejudices received an effectual 
 shock, in reading Dr. Manton's sermons on the 
 xviitli of St. John. I shall remember the years 
 1755 and 1758 with gratitude and joy, in the 
 heaven of heavens, to all eternity." 
 
 Our author early made it appear that he was not 
 afraid of literary labour ; the valuable years of his 
 youth were devoted to useful and honourable stu- 
 dies rather than to frivolous occupations, such as 
 too often engross the minds of young men at his 
 age. He laid a solid basis for future years, and 
 the superstructure was beautiful. Between the 
 age of fifteen and eighteen, by way of relaxation 
 from his studies, he employed himself in writing 
 little poetic pieces, which were ])rinted in a 12mo. 
 volume at Dublin, in the year 1759. They are by 
 no means deficient in spirit and force ; some of the 
 verses are truly poetical, and many of the thoughts 
 new. Amidst the small inaccuracies of these juve-
 
 IV BIOGRAPHICAL SKETCH 
 
 iiile compositions, there are indubitable marks of 
 genius. The ardour of piety and religion, which 
 brightened the morning of his life, was increased 
 with lustre in his maturer years.. 
 
 Eichly endued with a variety of gifts, and di- 
 vinely instructed in those doctrines requisite for 
 a Christian and a Minister, he received imposi- 
 tion of hands on Trinity Sunday, the 6th of June, 
 1762. He entered upon the ministerial function 
 not only as a scholar, and as one professing reli- 
 gion, but as an honest man. He mentions tliat he 
 subscribed to the articles, homilies, and liturgy, 
 five separate times, from principle ; he did not be- 
 lieve them because he subscribed them, but sub- 
 scribed them because he believed them. He was 
 well persuaded that, after such an awful declaration 
 made by every candidate for holy orders, the man 
 that can draw back or palliate, for any sinister pur- 
 pose, the doctrines lie has subscribed, so as to insinu- 
 ate himself into the favour of men, to avoid persecu- 
 tion, or for any aggrandisement, must be devoid of 
 every upright principle, and openly prove himself 
 an apostate from the Church, a traitor to the cause 
 he once avowed, and a liar to the Holy Ghost. 
 Shortly after his initiation into the mini.stry, he 
 was inducted into the living of Blagdon in Somer- 
 setsliire, which he soon resigned. In the year 
 1 768 he took possession of the vicarage of Broad 
 Hembury, in Devonshire, which he held until lii.s 
 deatli. The produce of the living did not amount 
 to .X'HO ^;c?- annum. He was by no means anxious 
 for temporal profits, or desirou.s of pursuing eccle- 
 siastical preferments. It was liis chief aim to 
 merit the highest, and to be content with the 
 lowest. In tliis situation lie composed the greater 
 ])art of those writings wliich will be est(>emed and 
 valued while the genuine principles of Christianity 
 continue to be revered.
 
 OF THE AUTHOR. V 
 
 It was the misfortune of our much loved friend to 
 have a capacious soaring mind enclosed in a very 
 weak and languid body ; yet, this by no means re- 
 tarded his intense apx^lication to study, which was 
 often prolonged until two or three o'clock in the 
 morning. This, and the cold moist air that gene- 
 rally prevails in Devonshire, which is extremely 
 pernicious to weak lungs, it is more than probable, 
 laid the foundation of a consumption, which termi- 
 nated in his death. He endeavoured to exchange 
 his living for one in a southern part of the island, 
 but failed in the attempt. As his strength and 
 health were greatly impaired, he was advised by 
 the faculty to remove to London, which he accord- 
 ingly did in the year 1775, and notwithstanding 
 his debilitated frame, he continued to preach a 
 number of sermons in the churches, for the benefit 
 of public charitable institutions. 
 
 Having no settled place in the metropolis to 
 preach in, and many of his friends being desirous 
 of receiving the advantages of his ministry, they 
 procured, by an engagement with the trustees of 
 tlie French Calvinist Reformed Church in Orange- 
 street, Leicester-fields, their chapel for divine ser- 
 vice, on Sunday and Wednesday evenings. Mr. 
 Toplady accordingly delivered his first lecture there 
 on Sunday, April 11, 1776, from Isaiah xliv. 22. 
 It was on this spot that he closed his ministerial 
 labours, a term of two years and three months. 
 In his addresses from the pulpit in that chapel, he 
 appeared often, as it were, divested of the body, 
 and to be in the participation of the happiness 
 that appertains to the church triumphant. 
 
 During the time of his ministry at Orange- 
 street chapel, he published, in the year 177G, a col- 
 lection of Tsahns and Hymns, for public and pri- 
 vate worship. The compositions are four hundred 
 and nineteen in number: they are judiciously se-
 
 Yl BIOGRAPHICAL SKETCH 
 
 lected, and some of them altered where the phrase- 
 ology appeared to him exceptionable. The whole 
 tenor of them is truly evangelical. In an excellent 
 and sensible preface, prefixed to this manual of sacred 
 poetry, Mr. Toplady observes, " with regard to the 
 collection, he could only say, that (excepting the 
 very few hymns of his own, which he was prevailed 
 upon to insert), it ought to be the best that has 
 appeared, considering the great number of volumes 
 (no fewer than between forty and fifty) which had, 
 more or less, contributed to the compilation." Two 
 spurious editions of this collection have been printed, 
 but so much altered as to leave scarcely any re- 
 semblance to the valuable original, which abounds 
 with the richest odours of gospel truth. 
 
 The apprehensions entertained for some time 
 past, by those who loved him, that his health was 
 on the decline, began now to be confirmed. For, 
 on Easter Sunday, the 19th of April, 1778, as he 
 attempted to preach from Isaiah xxvi. 19, "Thy 
 dead men shall live, together with my dead body 
 shall they arise," &c., his hoarseness was so great 
 that he was obliged, after naming the text, to des- 
 cend from the pulpit. But so ardently abounding 
 was he in the ministry of the word, that when the 
 least abatement in his disorder gave him a little 
 strength, he entered upon his delightful work with 
 that alacrity of spirit, as if he were in a state oi' 
 convalescence. After this Sunday he preached 
 four times, and on each occasion his words were to 
 the congregation as if he should never see them 
 more, until he met them in the kingdom of heaven. 
 
 We have followed this ambassador of Christ in 
 his public career, and have now to beliold him in 
 the closing scene of his life. The doctrines of the 
 gospel, which he so sweetly preached, and which were 
 his constant theme in the house of his pilgrimage, 
 proved his support and comfort, when his fabric was
 
 OF THE AUTHOR. ' Vll 
 
 gradually falling to dissolution. His divine Master 
 was pleased to confer peculiar honour upon him in 
 his last hours, by sustaining him in that trying 
 conflict, and by giving him a view of the glory 
 that awaited him. The Psalmist's words were veri- 
 fied in him, that " light is sown for the righteous, 
 and gladness for the upright in heart." How does 
 the lustre of what men call great vanish, and 
 prove to be but an illusive shadow, when we view a 
 believer in his dying moments, happy in the bright 
 and unclouded prospect of eternal felicity ! 
 
 We here introduce some of his observations and 
 remarks committed to waiting by those present. 
 In conversation with a gentleman of the faculty, 
 not long before his death, he frequently disclaimed 
 with abhorrence, the least dependence on his own 
 righteousness, as any cause of his justification 
 before God, and said, that he rejoiced only in the 
 free, complete, and everlasting salvation of God's 
 elect by Jesus Christ, through the sanctification 
 of the Holy Spirit. ^ We cannot satisfy the reader 
 more than by giving this friend's own relation 
 of intercourse and conversation. "A remarkable 
 jealousy was apparent in his whole conduct, for 
 fear of receiving any part of that honour whicli 
 is due to Christ alone. He desired to be nothmg 
 and that Jesus might be all, and in all. — His 
 feelings were so very tender upon this subject, 
 that I once undesignedly put him almost in an 
 agony, by remarking the great loss which the 
 Church of Christ would sustain by his death at 
 this particular juncture. — The utmost distress was 
 immediately visible in his countenance, and lie 
 exclaimed to this purpose, ' What, by my deatli? 
 No ! By my death ? No. — Jesus Christ is able, 
 and will, by proper instruments, defend his own 
 truths. — And with regard to what little I liavo 
 been enabled to do in this way, not to me, not to
 
 vm BIOGRAPHICAL SKETCH 
 
 me, but to his own name, and to that only, be 
 the glory.' 
 
 "Conversing upon the subject of election, he said, 
 that ' God's everlasting love to his chosen people ; 
 his eternal, particular, most free, and immutable 
 choice of them in Christ Jesus, was without the 
 least respect to any work, or works of righteous- 
 ness, wrought, or to be wrought, or that ever 
 should be wrought, in them or by them : for God's 
 election did not depend upon our sanctification, 
 but our sanctification depended upon God's election 
 and appointment of us to everlasting life.' — At 
 another time he was so affected with a sense of 
 God's everlasting love to his soiil, that he could 
 not refrain from bursting into tears. 
 
 " The more his bodily strength was impaired, 
 the more vigorous, lively, and rejoicing, his mind 
 seemed to be. From the whole tenor of his con- 
 versation during our interviews, he appeared not 
 merely placid and serene, but he evidently pos- 
 sessed the fullest assurance of the most triumphant 
 faith. He repeatedly told me, that he had not 
 had the least shadow of a doubt, respecting his 
 eternal salvation, for near two years past. It is no 
 wonder, therefore, that he so earnestly longed to 
 be dissolved and to be with Christ. His soul 
 seemed to be constantly panting heaven-ward ; and 
 his desires increased the nearer liis dissolution 
 approached. A shoit time before his death, at his 
 rcijuest, I felt liis pulse ; and lie desired to know 
 what I thought of it. I told him, that his heart 
 and arteries evidently beat (almost every day) 
 weaker and weaker. He replied immediately, with 
 the sweetest smile upon his countenance, 'Why, 
 that is a good sign, that my death is fast approach- 
 ing ; and, blessed be God, I can add, that my heart 
 beats every day stronger and stronge^r for glory.' 
 
 "A few days before his dissolution, I found
 
 OF THE AUTHOR. IX 
 
 hiin sitting up in his arm chair, and scarcely able 
 to move or speak. I addressed him very softly, 
 and asked if his consolations continued to abound, 
 as they had hitherto done? He quickly replied: '0, 
 my dear sir, it is impossible to describe how good 
 God is to me. Since I have been sitting in this 
 chair this afternoon (glory be to his name!), I have 
 enjoyed such a season, such sweet communion with 
 God, and such delightful manifestations of his pre- 
 sence with, and love to my soul, that it is impossible 
 for words, or any language, to express them. I have 
 had peace and joy unutterable ; and I fear not, 
 but that God's consolations and supports will con- 
 tinue.' But he immediately recollected himself, 
 and added, ' What have I said ? God may, to be 
 sure, as a sovereign, hide his face and his smiles 
 from me ; however, I believe he will not ; and if 
 he should, yet still will I trust in him : I know 1 
 am safe and secure ; for his love and his covenant 
 are everlasting.'" 
 
 To a friend calling upon him a day or two before 
 his death, he said, with hands clasped and eyes lifted 
 up and filled with tears of the most evident joy, 
 "0 my dear sir, I cannot tell you the comforts I 
 feel in my soul; they are past expression. The 
 consolations of God to such an unworthy wretcli 
 are so abundant, that he leaves me nothing to pray 
 for but a continuance of them. I enjoy a heaven 
 already in my soul. My prayers are all converted 
 into praise. Nevertheless, I do not forget that I 
 am still in the body, and liable to all those distres- 
 sing fears which are incident to human nature, 
 when under temptation and without any sensible 
 divine support. But so long as the presence of 
 God continues with me in tlie degree I now enjoy 
 it, I cannot but think that such a desponding 
 frame is impossible." All this he spake with an 
 emphasis the most ardent that can be conceived.
 
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 To the same friend, conversing upon the subject 
 of his sickness, he said, " Sickness is no affliction ; 
 pain no curse ; death itself no dissolution." 
 
 All his conversations, as he approached nearer 
 and nearer to his decease, seemed more and more 
 happy and heavenly. He frequently called him- 
 self the happiest man in the world. "0 !" said he, 
 " how this soul of mine longs to be gone ! Like a 
 bird imprisoned in a cage, it longs to take its flight. 
 0, that I had wings like a dove, then would I flee 
 away to the realms of bliss, and be at rest for 
 ever ! 0, that some guardian angel might be com- 
 missioned ; for I long to be absent from this body, 
 and to be with my Lord for ever." Being asked by 
 a friend if he always enjoyed such manifestations, 
 he answered, " I cannot say there are no intermis- 
 sions ; for, if there were not, my consolations would 
 be more and greater than T could possibly bear ; 
 but when they abate, they leave such an abiding 
 sense of God's goodness, and of the certainty of my 
 being fixed upon the eternal rock Christ Jesus, that 
 my soul is still filled with peace and joy." 
 
 At another time, and indeed for many days to- 
 gether, he cried out, " 0, what a day of sunshine, 
 has this been to me ! I have not words to express 
 it. It is unutterable. 0, my friends, how good is 
 God! almost without interruption, his presence has 
 been with me." And then, repeating several pas- 
 sages of Scripture, he added, " "What a great thing 
 it is to rejoice in death !" Speaking of Christ, he 
 said, "His love is unutterable!" He was happy in 
 declaring tliat the viiitli chapter of the epistle to 
 the Romans, from the .33rd to the end of the six 
 following verses, were tlie joy and comfort of his 
 soul. Upon that portion of Scripture he often 
 descanted with great delight, and would be fre- 
 quently ejaculating, "Lord Jesus ! why tarriest thou 
 so long 1 " He sometimes said, " 1 find as the bottles
 
 OF THE AUTHOR. XI 
 
 of heaven empty, they are filled again ; " meaning, 
 probably, the continual comforts of grace, which 
 he abundantly enjoyed. 
 
 When he drew near his end, he said, waking 
 from a slumber ; " 0, what delights ! Who can 
 fathom the joys of the third heaven?" And, a 
 little before his departure, he was blessing and 
 praising God for continuing to him his understand- 
 ing in clearness; "but," added he in a rapture, "for 
 what is most of all, his abiding presence, and the 
 shining of his love upon my soul. The sky," said 
 he, "is clear ; there is no cloud : Come, Lord Jesus, 
 come quickly!" 
 
 Within an hour of his death he called his 
 friends and his ser\^ant, and asked them if they 
 could give him up ? Upon their answering in the 
 affirmative, since it pleased the Lord to be so gra- 
 cious to him, he replied ; " 0, what a blessing it is, 
 you are made willing to give me up into the hands 
 of my dear Eedeemer, and to part with me : it will 
 not be long before God takes me ; for no mortal 
 man can live," bursting, while he said it, into tears 
 of joy, "after the glories which God has manifested 
 to my soul." Soon after this he closed his eyes, 
 and found (as Milton finely expresses it) 
 
 -"A death like sleep, 
 
 A gentle wafting to immortal life." 
 
 He died on Tuesday, August 11th, J 778, in the 
 38th year of his age. 
 
 While rehearsing these particulars, we cannot 
 help laying down the pen to drop a tear to 
 the revered memory of this highly respectable 
 
 minister of Jesus Christ. ^Yet a little time, 
 
 and all painful recollections and sensations of tliis 
 kind will be at an end, we shall have no more 
 occasion to mark the vicissitudes of human affairs, 
 nor to reflect on the nature and mixture of all 
 earthly enjoyments; the sorrows of mortality shall
 
 xii BIOGRAPHICAL SKETCH 
 
 never more be experienced, for the lustre of all 
 that is great and lovely in the human character will 
 be absorbed in the presence and in the perfect 
 fruition of the adorable Trinity. 
 
 On Monday, August l7th, 1778, at four o'clock 
 in the afternoon, his remains were brought from 
 Knightsbridge to Tottenham Court Chapel, to be 
 interred. Though the time was kept as private as 
 possible, there were notwithstanding, several thou- 
 sands of persons present at the solemnity. It was 
 his particular request that no funeral sermon 
 should be preached, as he desired to be laid in the 
 tomb unnoticed and unregarded. He sought for 
 no eulogium while living, and any panegyrics 
 bestowed upon him when his course was run, he 
 knew could be of no service, and that they are too 
 often justly construed to proceed from pride, vanity, 
 and weakness. 
 
 The Eev. Eowland Hill, prior to the burial 
 service, could not refrain from trespassing upon 
 the solicitation of his departed friend, by address- 
 ing the multitude on the solenm occasion, 
 and embraced the opportunity of affectionately 
 declaring the love and veneration he felt for the 
 deceased. The beautiful simplicity of his pathos, 
 and the incomparably exquisite sensibility he 
 shewed, were more than equivalent to the most 
 studied harangue, furnished with all the trappings 
 of meretricious ornaments. The funeral obsequies 
 were read by Dr. Illingworth, and concluded with 
 a suitable hymn. The casket which held this 
 precious jc-wel now lies entombed in the family 
 grave of Mr. Hussey, under the gallery opposite 
 the pulpit in the above chapel, whereon is fixed 
 a i)lain stone, with only his name and age inscribed. 
 His clay tencuicut rests there until the morning 
 of the resurrection, when the trump of God, and 
 the voice of the archangel, shall call forth his
 
 OF THE AUTHOR. Xlll 
 
 sleeping dust to join the disembodied spiiit, noM- 
 iu the reahns of bliss and glory. 
 
 In commendation of his Hymns and Poems, we 
 select the following opinion of James Montgomery. 
 " The hymns of the Eev. Augustus Toplady form a 
 striking contrast with the mild and humane tone 
 of Doddridge's. There is a peculiarly etherial 
 spirit in some of them; in which, whether mourning 
 or rejoicing, praying or praising, the writer seems 
 absorbed in the full triumph of faith, and, 'whether 
 in the body or out of the body, caught up into the 
 third heaven,' and beholding unutterable things. 
 He evidently kindled his poetic torch at that of 
 his contemporary, Charles Wesley; and, though 
 inferior in breadth and volume of flame, yet the 
 light which it sheds is not less vivid and sparkling, 
 while it may be said to be more delicate to the 
 eye, and refreshing to the spirits, than that prodi- 
 gality of radiance which the rival luminary cast 
 alike on ever}i;hing it touched. ' Eock of ages, 
 cleft for me,' &c., is well known and appreciated. 
 ' Deathless principle, arise,' &c., is scarcely suitable 
 to be sung ; but it may be uttered by ' the dying 
 Christian to his soul,' with a joy which he alone 
 can feel, and feel only at the height, in the last 
 moment of time, and the first of eternity. Had 
 this poem appeared without a name, it might have 
 been confidently set down as the production of 
 Charles Wesley, — as one of Charles Wesley's 
 loveliest progeny has been fathered upon Augustus 
 Toplady: 'Christ, whose glory fills the skies,' &c." 
 This just commendation of the Moravian bard will 
 be endorsed by every Christian who is wont to make 
 melody in liis heart to the Lord. 
 
 The volume now presented to a christian public 
 contains : — first, a faithful reprint of the hymns which 
 Mr. Toplady published in the year 17-') J). — Five of 
 these, however, liaving been subsequently enlarged
 
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 by the author, these latter versions are given in 
 preference to the former more imperfect composi- 
 tions. Secondly, the hymns which bear his well- 
 known signature ''Minimus" in the Gospel Maga- 
 zine,* numbered ] — 21, and composed between the 
 years 1770 — 1776, with four others found else- 
 where. The fine hymn, "Holy Ghost, dispel our 
 sadness," although only altered from J. C. Jacobi's 
 translation of Paul Gerhardt's hymn on the Holy 
 Ghost, has been retained in this volume, as it is a 
 version justly esteemed by many. Several hymns 
 of different authors have been ascribed to Toplady,;}: 
 but these were never claimed by him nor inserted 
 in the volume of his published poems, and it was 
 not till fourteen years after his death that the 
 editor of his works inserted in the sixth volume 
 some of Charles Wesley's finest hymns, together 
 with the compositions of other authors, while he 
 at the same time mutilated and omitted several 
 hymns which embellish the pages of his own 
 poems. It must therefore be satisfactory to possess, 
 for the first time after the lapse of a century, a 
 complete collection of all the hymns composed by 
 the author of " Deathless principle," and the pub- 
 lisher has 'spared no pains to authenticate every 
 hymn in the present volume, and to secure to the 
 friends of English hymnody a correct reprint of 
 the originals. 
 
 •He became editor of this magazine in December 1775, but 
 was compelled by illness to relinquish it in the following sum- 
 mer 1770. H is articles often appeared under the modest signa- 
 ture of 'Minimm,' though he sometimes adopted that of 
 •' Concionator ;" there are also a few papers with the initials of his 
 own name. 
 
 X A correct list of these hymns, with the names of the real 
 authors, is given in this volume.
 
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 SUBJECTS. 
 
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 The Fundamental Doctrines of 
 
 Christianity, with many other 
 
 interesting Points, are Occasionally intro- 
 duc'd.- 
 
 En, tanctos Manibus puris ut sumeret Ignes, 
 Vestalem se Mxisa facit ; bene libera Curis, 
 Libera Deliciisque, Jooisque dc Amore profano. 
 
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 Printed by S. Powell, in Crane-lane. 
 
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 THE 
 
 PREFACE. 
 
 =>Ko 
 
 'T^HE folloMdng Pieces are not recommended to 
 -*- the Patronage of the Public on account of 
 any excellency in Themselves, but merely for the 
 Importance of their Suhjccts : for, however defec- 
 tive the SujJerstructiire may he, it's Foundation is 
 unquestionably good. All the Doctrines here ad- 
 vanc'd, deduce their Authority from the sacred 
 Scriptures, and their faithful Epitome — the Homi- 
 lies of the Establish'd Church. 
 
 And that the Dignity of Truths so momentous 
 might be impair'd as little as possible by the 
 manner of expressing them, they are often intro- 
 duc'd in the vcjy Words of the inspir'd "Writers, 
 and our venerable Reformers ; as every Eeader, 
 who is intimate with the two invaluable Books 
 just mention'd, cannot fail of observing. 
 
 Since all the Essentials of Religion are comprisM 
 in these two, Sound Faith, and a suitable course 
 of Obedience, every thing that may give offence to 
 Christians dissenting from each other in Points 
 merely indiffereiit, is studiously avoided, and no 
 particular Tenets any where struck at, except one 
 or two, which apparently tend to invalidate the 
 Authority of Revelation, and, by consequence, to 
 subvert the whole Subject of Christianity. 
 
 Tlie Author wislies it was in his Power to do 
 justice to the Sublime Doctrines liere treated of ; 
 but, 'till Deatli is swallow'd up in "\'ictory, the
 
 IT PREFACE. 
 
 olorious Privileges and ineffable Benefits redound- 
 ing to Believers from the Manifestation of God in 
 tlie Flesh, cannot be perfectly Conceived, much less 
 ])ioperly Exprest. 
 
 Lest a continu'd Sameness should Pall, and 
 want of Method Confuse the Eeader, the Metre is 
 occasionally varied, and the whole presents itself 
 to his View digested as follows : 
 
 1 Petitionary Hymns. 
 
 2 Hymns of Praise. 
 
 3 Paraphrases on some Select Portions of Holy 
 
 Writ. 
 
 4 Hymns of Invitation. 
 
 5 A few Pieces occasion'd by the Death of 
 
 Friends. And, 
 
 Lastly, several Pieces not properly referable to 
 any of the preceding Heads, thrown together 
 by way of Appendix.
 
 1 
 
 PETITIONARY 
 HYMNS. 
 
 " Te Mente purd et simplid 
 Te Voce, te Canfupio, 
 Rorjare curvato Genu, 
 I'kndo et canendo discimm." — Prudentivs. 
 
 " Oratio est Oris Ratio, per quam intima Cordis 
 " Nostri manifestamus Deo." 
 
 I. 
 
 T> EFINING Fuller, make me clean, 
 -*-*^ On me thy costly Pearl bestow : 
 Tliou art thyself the Pearl I prize, 
 The only Joy I seek below. 
 
 2 Disperse the Clouds that damp my Soul. 
 
 And make my Heart unfit for thee : 
 Cast me not off, but Seal me now 
 Thine own peculiar Property. 
 
 3 Look on the Wounds of Christ for me, 
 
 My Sentence graciously Reprieve : 
 Extend thy peaceful Sceptre, Lord, 
 And bid the dying Traitor Live. 
 
 4 Tho' I've transgress'd the Rules prescrib'd. 
 
 And dar'd the Justice I adore, 
 Yet let thy smiling Mercy say, 
 Depart in Peace, and sin no more.
 
 6 Poems mi Sacred Suljects. 
 
 II. 
 
 At entering into the Church. 
 
 1 "pATHER of Love, to thee I bend 
 -■- My Heart, and lift mine Eyes ; 
 Let now my Pray'r and Praise ascend 
 
 As Odours to the Skies. 
 
 2 Thy pard'ning Voice I come to hear. 
 
 To know thee as thou art : 
 Thy Ministers can reach the Ear, 
 But thou must toucli the Heart. 
 
 3 stamp me in thy Heavenly Mould, 
 
 And grant thy Word apply'd 
 May bring forth Fruit an hundred Fold, 
 And speak me justify'd. 
 
 IIL 
 
 When Service is ended. 
 
 1 
 
 LORD, let mo not thy Courts depart, 
 Nor quit thy Mercy-seat 
 Before I feel thee in my Heart, 
 And there the Saviour meet 
 
 2 Water the seed in Weakness sown. 
 
 And evermore improve ; 
 Make me a (Jarden of thine own, 
 My ev'ry Flow'r be Love ! 
 
 3 send my Soul in Peace away ; 
 
 For both my Lord hath bought : 
 And lot my Heart, exulting, say, 
 I've found th(; Pearl I sought I
 
 Petitionary Hyimvs. 
 
 IV. 
 
 For thr Morning. 
 
 JESUS, by whose Grace I live 
 From the fear of Evil kept, 
 Thou hast lengthen'cl my Reprieve, 
 
 Held ill l>eing while I slept ; 
 With the Day my Heart renew ; 
 Let me wake thy Will to do. 
 
 Since the last revolving Dawn 
 Scattered the Nocturnal Cloud, 
 
 O how many Souls have gone, 
 Unprepar'd, to meet their God \ 
 
 Yet thou dost prolong my Breath, 
 
 Hast not seal'd my Eyes in Death. 
 
 that I may keep thy Word, 
 
 Taught by thee to Watch and Pray ! 
 
 To thy Service, dearest LOKD, 
 Sanctify th' ensuing Day : 
 
 Swift its fleeting Moments haste ; 
 
 Doom'd, perhaps, to be my Last. 
 
 Crucified to all below, 
 
 Earth sliall never be my Care : 
 Wealth and Honour I forego ; 
 
 This my only Wish and Care 
 Thine in Life and Death to be, 
 Now and to Eternity. 
 
 V. 
 
 For the, Evening. 
 
 GOD of Ijove, whose Truth and (traci; 
 licacli unbounded as the Skies, 
 Hear thy Creature's feeble Praise ; 
 
 Let my Ev'ning Sacrifice 
 Mount as Incense to thy Throne, 
 Ou the Merits of thy Son.
 
 8 Foems on Sacred Subjects. 
 
 2 Me tliy Providence has led 
 
 Through another busy Day ; 
 Over me thy Wings were spread. 
 
 Chasing Sin and Death away : 
 Thou hast been my faithful Shield, 
 Thou my Footsteps hast upheld. 
 
 3 Tho' the sable Veil of Night 
 
 Hides the cheering Face of Heav'n, 
 Let me triumph in the Sight 
 
 Of my Guilt in Thee forgiv'n ; 
 In my Heart the Witness feel, 
 See the great Invisible. 
 
 4 I will lay me down to sleep, 
 
 Sweetly take my rest in Thee, 
 Ev'ry Moment brought a Step 
 
 Nearer to Eternity : 
 T shall soon from Earth ascend, 
 Quickly reach my Journey's End. 
 
 .5 All my Sins imputed were 
 
 To my dear, incarnate GoD ; 
 Bury'd in his Grave they are, 
 
 Drown'd in his atoning Blood : 
 ]Me thou can'st not now condemn, 
 Itighteous and complete in hiiiL 
 
 »j In tho Saviour's llight I claim 
 
 All the Blessings he hath bought ; 
 For my Soul the dying Lamb 
 
 Hath a full Kedem])tion wrought : 
 Heav'n, through his Desert, is mine ; 
 Christ's I am, and Christ is thine '
 
 Petitionary Hyrrt'/is. f) 
 
 VL 
 
 There is Mercy with Thee. 
 
 1 T OED, should'st tliou weigh my Righteousness. 
 -■-^ Or mark what I have done amiss, 
 
 How shoukl thy Sen^ant stand ? 
 The' others might, yet surely I 
 Must hide my Face, nor dare to cry 
 For mercy at thy Hand. 
 
 :2 But thou art loth thy Bolts to shoot ; 
 Backward and slow to execute 
 
 The Vengeance due to me : 
 Thou dost not willingly reprove, 
 For all the mild Effects of Love 
 
 Are center'd, Loed, in thee. 
 
 3 may I gi^asp the golden Fruit, 
 Nor tread the Mercy under Foot, 
 
 Which fain would make me thine ; 
 Nor ever wander from thy Path, 
 Or re-incur that dreadful AVrath, 
 
 Thou would'st not should be mine ! 
 
 4 Shine, then, thou all-subduing Light, 
 The Pow'rs of Darkness put to Flight, 
 
 Nor from me ever part : 
 From Earth to Heav'n be thou my Guide ; 
 And 0, above each Gift beside, 
 
 Give me a perfect Heart ! 
 
 VIL 
 
 In Sickness. 
 
 1 TESUS, since I with thee am one, 
 ^ Confirm my Soul in thee, 
 And still continue to tread down 
 The Man of Sin in me.
 
 1 Poems on Sacred S^ibjeds. 
 
 2 Let not the Enemy prevail 
 
 In this my feeble Hour : 
 Frustrate all the Hopes of Hell, 
 Redeem from Satan's Pow'r. 
 
 3 Arm me, Lord, from Head to Foot 
 
 With Righteousness Divine : 
 My Soul in Jesus firmly root, 
 And seal the Saviour mine. 
 
 4 Proportion'd to my Pains below, 
 
 let my Joys increase. 
 And Mercy to my Spirit flow 
 In healing Streams of Peace. 
 
 5 In Life and Death be thou my GOD, 
 
 And I am more than safe : 
 Smite me with thy paternal Rod, 
 Support me with tliy Staff. 
 
 G Lay on me, Saviour, ^^'llat thou wilt. 
 But give me Strength to bear : 
 Thy gracious Hand this Cross hath dealt 
 Which cannot be severe. 
 
 7 As Gold refin'd may I come out. 
 
 In Sorrow's Furnace try'd ; 
 Preserv'd from Faithlessness and Doubt, 
 And soundly purify'd. 
 
 Fart the Second. 
 
 8 TirHEN", overwhelm'd with sore Distress, 
 
 ' ' Out of the Pit I cry, 
 On Jesus suffering in my Place, 
 Help me to fix mine Eye : 
 
 When* marr'd witli Tears and Blood and Sweat, 
 The godlike Sufferer Jay, 
 And, in my stead, sustain'd the Heat 
 And Burthen of the Day. 
 
 * Referring to his Agony in the Garden.
 
 Petitionary Hymns. 11 
 
 10 The Pangs which my weak Nature knows 
 Are swallow'd up in thine : 
 How numberless thy pond'rous Woes, 
 How few, how light are mine ! 
 
 110 might I learn of thee to bear 
 Temptation, Pain and Loss ! 
 Give me an Heart inur'd to Prayer, 
 And fitted to the Cross. 
 
 12 Make me, Loed, thy patient son ; 
 
 Thy Language mine shall be : 
 " Father, thy gracious will be done, 
 " I take the Cup from thee." 
 
 13 While thus my Soul is fixt on Him 
 
 -Once fasten'd to the Wood, 
 Safe shall I pass through Jordan's Stream 
 And reach the Eealms of God. 
 
 14) And when my Soul mounts uj) to keep 
 AVith thee the Marriage Feast, 
 I shall not die, hwt fall asleep 
 On my Eedeemer's Breast. 
 
 YIII. 
 
 John 14. 17. He dwelleth with you, and shall h: 
 
 in you. 
 
 1 O AVIOUR, I thy Word believe, 
 ^ My Unbelief remove ; 
 Now thy quick'ning Spirit give, 
 
 The unction from above ; 
 Show me, Lokjd, how good thou ait, 
 
 My Soul with all thy Fullness till : 
 Send the Witness, in my Heart 
 
 The Holy Ghost reveal.
 
 ] 2 Poems on Sacred Subjects. 
 
 2 Dead in Sin 'till then I lie, 
 
 Bereft of Pow'r to rise ; 
 'Till thy Spirit inwardly 
 
 Thy saving Blood applies : 
 Now the mighty Gift impart, 
 
 My Sin erase, my Pardon seal ; 
 Send the Witness, in my Heart 
 
 The Holy Ghost reveal. 
 
 3 Blessed Comforter, come down, 
 
 And Live and Move in me ; 
 Make my ev'ry Deed thine own. 
 
 In all Things led by thee : 
 Bid my ev'ry Lust depart, 
 
 And with me vouchsafe to dwel 
 Faithful Witness, in my Heart 
 
 Thy perfect Light reveal. 
 
 4 Let me in thy Love rejoice, 
 
 Thy Shrine, thy pure Abode ; 
 Tell me, by thine inward Voice, 
 
 That I'm a Child of God : 
 Lord, I chuse the better Part, 
 
 Jesus, I wait thy Peace to feel ; 
 Send the Witness, in my Heart 
 
 The Holy Ghost reveal. 
 
 .5 Whom the World cannot receive, 
 
 manifest in me : 
 Son of God, I cease to live 
 
 When I am not in Thee ; 
 Now impute thy whole Desert, 
 
 Restore the Joy from whence I IV' 
 Breathe the Witness, in my Heart 
 
 The Holy Ghost reveal. 
 
 ti Hast thou not for Sinners groand. 
 And all Men dearly Ijought { 
 Saviour, be in Mercy found 
 Of those that seek thee not :
 
 Petitionary Hymns. 13 
 
 Scatter round tby keenest Darts, 
 And Sin from every Soul expel ; 
 
 Send the Witness, in their Hearts 
 The Holy Ghost reveal. 
 
 IX. 
 
 For the King of Prussia. 
 
 1 f^ REAT God, whom Heav'n and Eartli and St^a, 
 ^^ With all their countless Hosts, obey. 
 Upheld by whom the Nations stand, 
 
 And Empires fall at thy Command : 
 
 2 Still to thy chosen Gideon prove 
 A Wall of Fire, a Shield of Love ; 
 Him in their Hands let Angels bear. 
 And screen Him in the Day of War. 
 
 3 Long may he stand, as now he does, 
 The Bulwark of thy People's Cause ; 
 Let France and Austria weep in Blood, 
 Just Victims to the Sword of God. 
 
 4 Humble, by Him, their haughty Boast, 
 And lay their Glory in the Dust ; 
 Give Him to make thy Fury known. 
 And mow their proud Battalions down. 
 
 5 Beneath thy long suspended Ire 
 Let papal Antichrist expire ; 
 
 Thy Knowledge spread from Sea to Sea. 
 'Till ev'ry Nation bows to Thee. 
 
 6 Then show thyself the Prince of Peace, 
 Make Hell-born Enmity to cease ; 
 
 All with thy sacred Love inspire, 
 And bum their Chariots in the Fire.
 
 14< Poems on Sacred Subjects. 
 
 7 In sunder knap each hostile Spear ; 
 Let all the Saviour's Liv'ry wear ; 
 The universal Sabbath prove, 
 
 The utmost Eest of Christian Love ! 
 
 8 The World shall then no Discord know, 
 But Hand in Hand to Canaan go, 
 Jesus, the peaceful King, adore, 
 
 And learn the Art of War no more. 
 
 X. 
 
 Desiring to he given ujy to God. 
 
 1 r\ THAT my Heart was right with thee, 
 ^^ And lov'd thee with a perfect Love ! 
 
 that my Loed would dwell in me, 
 And never from his Seat remove ! 
 
 Jesus, take off th' impending Load, 
 And set my Soul on Fire for God ! 
 
 2 Thou seest I grope in endless Night 
 
 Until thou in my Heart appear ; 
 Kindle the Flame, Loed, and light 
 
 Thine everlasting Candle there : 
 Thy Presence puts the Shadows by ; 
 If thou art gone, how dark am I ! 
 
 3 Ah ! Loed, liow should thy Sei'vant see, 
 
 Unless thou give me seeing Eyes ? 
 Well may I fall, if out of Tliee ; 
 If out of tliee, How should I rise ? 
 
 1 wander, Loed, without thy Aid, 
 And lose my Way in IMidnight Shade. 
 
 4 Thy Light send me from above, 
 
 AU other Lights are nothing wortli ; 
 Light up in me the Lamp of Love 
 
 To guide me through this Labrynth Eaitli 
 Nor let the impious lireath of Doubt 
 Ever draw near to put it out.
 
 Petitionary Hynms. 15 
 
 5 Thy bright, unerring Light afford, 
 
 A Light that gives the Sinner Hope ; 
 And from the House of Bondage, Lord, 
 
 bring the weary Captive up ; 
 Thine Hand alone can set me free : 
 And reach my Pardon out to me. 
 
 6 let my Prayer Acceptance find, 
 
 And bring the mighty Blessing down ; 
 "With Eye-salve, Lord, anoint the Blind, 
 
 And seal me thine adopted Son : 
 A fallen, helpless Creature take, 
 And Heir of thy Salvation make. 
 
 XL 
 
 Mat. 8. 25. Lord, save us, we Perish! 
 
 1 "piLOT of the Soul, awake, 
 
 -^ Save us for thy Mercy's Sake ; 
 Now rebuke the angry Deep, 
 Save, save thy sinking Ship ! 
 
 2 Stand at the Helm, our Vessel steer, 
 Mighty on our Side appear ; 
 Saviour, teach us to descry 
 
 '\^'^lere the Eocks and Quicksands lie. 
 
 3 The Waves shall impotently roll. 
 If thou'rt the Anchor of the Soul : 
 At thy ^Yord the AVinds shall cease, 
 Storms be husli'd to perfect Peace. 
 
 4 Be thou our Haven of Retreat, 
 
 A Rock to fix our wav'ring Feet ; 
 Teach us to own thy sov'reign Sway, 
 Whom the Winds and Seas obey.
 
 1 6 Poems on Sacred Suhjects. 
 
 XII. 
 
 That my Ways were made so direct, d;c. 
 
 1 i~\ THAT my ways were made so strait, 
 ^^ And that the Lamp of Faith 
 Would, as a Star, direct my Feet 
 
 To find the narrow Path ! 
 
 2 that thy Strength might enter now, 
 
 And in my Heart abide. 
 To make me as a faithful Bow 
 That never starts aside ! 
 
 3 that I all to Christ were giv'n, 
 
 (From Sin and Earth set free) 
 Who kindly laid aside his Heav'n, 
 And gave Himself for me ! 
 
 4 Not more the panting Hart desires 
 
 The cool, refreshing Stream, 
 Than my dry, thirsty Soul aspires 
 At being one with Him. 
 
 5 Set up thine Image in my Heart ; 
 
 There let thy Kingdom come ; 
 Bid ev'ry Idol now depart 
 Thy Temple and thy Home. 
 
 6 Still keep me in the heav'nly Path ; 
 
 Bestow the inward Light ; 
 And lead mc by tlic Hand 'till Faith 
 Is ripened into Sight. 
 
 XIIL 
 
 1 'C'ATHEIl, to Thee in Christ I fly ; 
 -*- What tho' my Sins of Crimson Dye 
 
 For thy Kesentment Call ? 
 My Crimes He did on CalvWy bear. 
 The Blood that How'd for Sinners there 
 
 Shall cleanse me from them all.
 
 Petitionary Hymns. 17 
 
 2 Spirit divine, Thy Pow'r bring in ; 
 raise me from this Depth of Sin, 
 
 Take off my guilty Load : 
 Now let me live through Jesus' Death, 
 And being justify 'd by Faith, 
 
 May I have Peace with God ! 
 
 3 Lord, let me love thee e'er I die ; 
 Tell me that with thy Saints, ev'n I 
 
 Shall sing thy praise in Heav'n : 
 My Mourning into Joy convert, 
 And bind thou up a broken Heart 
 
 That groans to be forgiv'n. 
 
 4 Foul as I am, and ripe for Hell, 
 Thou canst not from thy Throne repel 
 
 A Soul that leans on God : 
 My Sins, at thy Command, shall be 
 Cast as a Stone into the Sea — 
 
 The Sea of Jesus' Blood. 
 
 — ■ — . — « 
 
 XIV. 
 
 1 OUPEE]\IE high Priest, the Pilgrim's Light, 
 ^ My Heart for Thee prepare, 
 
 Thine Image stamp and deeply write 
 Thy Superscription there. 
 
 2 Ah ! let my Forehead bear thy Seal, 
 
 My Arm thy Badge retain. 
 My Heart the inward Witness feel 
 That I am born again. 
 
 3 Tliy Peace, Saviour, shed abroad, 
 
 That ev'ry Want supplies : 
 Then from its Guilt my Soul, renew'd. 
 Shall, Phoenix-like, arise. 
 
 + Into thy humble iNIansion come. 
 Set up thy Dwelling here ; 
 Possess my Heart, and leave no Eoom 
 For Vice to harbour there.
 
 1 8 Poems on Sacred Subjects. 
 
 5 All ! give me, Lord, the single Eye 
 
 Which aims at nought but thee : 
 1 fain would live, and yet not I — 
 Let Jesus live in me. 
 
 6 Like KoaKs Dove, no Eest I find 
 
 But in thy Ark of Peace : 
 Thy Cross the Balance of my Mind, 
 Tliy Wounds my Hiding-Place. 
 
 7 In vain the Tempter spreads the Snare, 
 
 If thou my Keeper art : 
 Get thee behind me, God is near, 
 My Saviour takes my Part ! 
 
 8 On Him my Spii'it I recline 
 
 AVho put my Nature on ; 
 His Light shall in my Darkness shine, 
 And guide me to his Throne. 
 
 9 Him my Deliv'rer still I prove. 
 
 From Satan's ev'iy Art ; 
 A precious Pearl, an inbred Love 
 Enshrin'd within my Heart. 
 
 10 That the penetrating Sight 
 
 And Eagle's Eye were mine ! 
 Undazzled at the boundless Light, 
 I'd see his Glory shine ! 
 
 ] 1 Ev'n now, by Faith, I see him live 
 To Crown the Conqu'ring Few ; 
 Nor let me linger here, but strive 
 To gain the Prize in View. 
 
 12 Add, Saviour, to the Eagle's Eye 
 The Dove's aspiring Wing, 
 To bear me upwards to the Sky, 
 Tliy Praises there to sing !
 
 E 
 
 Petitionary Hymns. 1 9 
 
 . XV. 
 
 Self-Dedicatimi. 
 NTEE, Jesus, fiU my Heart 
 
 With nothing else but Thee ; 
 Now thy saving Pow'r exert, 
 
 And more than conquer Me : 
 Eacli intruding Eival kill 
 
 That hinders or obstructs thy Eeign ; 
 All thy glorious Might reveal, 
 
 And make me pure within. 
 
 2 Through my Soul in Mercy shine, 
 
 Thine Holy Spirit give ; 
 Let Him witness. Lord, with mine 
 
 That I in Jesus live ; 
 Set me free from Satan's Load, 
 
 The Gift of Liberty dispense : 
 In my Heart shed abroad 
 
 Thy quick'ning Influence. 
 
 3 that not a future Word, 
 
 Or Act, or Thought of mine 
 flight offend my gracious Lord, 
 
 Or quench the Light divine ! 
 Take me, Saviour, as I am, 
 
 Self-will'd, unholy and unclean : 
 Stamp thy Likeness, write thy Name 
 
 Indelibly within. 
 
 4- Use the Gifts bestow'd on me 
 
 To thy great Praise alone ; 
 LoED, the Talents lent by thee 
 
 Are thine and not my own : 
 May I in thy Service spend 
 
 AH the Graces thou hast giv'n. 
 Taken up, when Time shall end. 
 
 To Live and Eeign in Heav'n.
 
 20 Poems on Sacred Suljeds. 
 
 XVI. 
 
 In Teiuptation. 
 
 1 pOMPASS'D by the Foe, on thee 
 ^ Feebly I presume to call ; 
 Get thyself the Victory, 
 
 Hold me and I shall not fall : 
 On thy Creature Mercy shew, 
 Thine I am by Purchase too. 
 
 2 Guard of my defenceless Heart, 
 
 Wlierefore hidest thou thy Face ? 
 Mercy's Fountain Head thou art. 
 
 Ever full of Truth and Grace : 
 Quell the roaring Lion's pow'r ; 
 Father, save me from this Hour ! 
 
 3 Sun of Righteousness, arise, 
 
 Shed thy blissful Rays on me ; 
 Kindly listen to my Cries, 
 
 Try'd by Him who tempted Thee : 
 Thou my helpless Soul defend. 
 Keep me blameless to the End. 
 
 4 Rise in Vengeance from thy Seat ; 
 
 Jesus, Lord, make haste to save ; 
 Me, to sift my Soul as Wheat, 
 
 Satan hath desir'd to have : 
 Let Him not too far prevail, 
 Suffer not my Faith to fail. 
 
 5 Try'd, afflicted and distrest 
 
 By Temptation's searching Flame, 
 Tho', beneath its load opprest. 
 
 Now in Heaviness I am, 
 I sliall soon at Freedom be. 
 More than Conqueror in thee. 
 
 6 This Affliction shall work out, 
 
 (Light and transient as it is) 
 When I am to Sion brought, 
 
 Everlasting Joy and Peace : 
 Here but for a Moment try'd, 
 There for ever glorify'd.
 
 Petitionary Hymns. 21 
 
 XVII. 
 
 1 r\ MAY I never rest 
 
 ^^ 'Till I find Eest in Thee, 
 'TUl, of my Pardon here possest, 
 I feel thy Love to me ! 
 
 Unseal my darkened Eyes, 
 My fetter'd feet unbind ; 
 The Lame shall, when thou say'st "arise," 
 Kun swifter than the Hind/ 
 
 '1 O draw the Alien near, 
 Bend the obdurate Neck ; 
 
 melt the Flint into a Tear, 
 And teach the Dumb to speak : 
 
 Turn not thy Face away, 
 Thy Look can make me clean ; 
 Me in thy wedding Eobe array, 
 And cover all my Sin. 
 
 3 Tell me, my God, for whom 
 
 ^ Thy precious Blood was shed ; 
 For Sinners ? Loed, as such I come. 
 For such the Saviour bled : 
 
 Then raise a falkn Wretch, 
 Display thy GiMce in me ; 
 
 1 am not out of Mercy's Eeach, 
 
 Nor too far gone for thee. 
 
 4 Thou quickly wilt forgive. 
 My Lord will not delay ; 
 
 Jesus, to Thee the rijne I leave. 
 And wait th' accpted Day : 
 
 I now rejoice in Mope 
 That I shall be -nade clean ; 
 Thy Grace shall surely lift me up, 
 Above the Eeach of Sin.
 
 22 Poems on Sacred Subjects. 
 
 5 Hast tliou not dy'd for me, 
 And call'd me from below ? 
 O help me to lay Hold on Thee, 
 And ne'er to let Thee go ! 
 
 Through ev'ry thorny Path 
 My Saviour I'll pursue : 
 A while submit to bear his AVrath, 
 Then share his Glory too. 
 
 XVIII. 
 
 1 "C^EOM Justice's consuming Flame, 
 -L Saviour, I fly to thee : 
 
 Look not on me as I am, 
 But as I fain would be. 
 
 2 Deserted in the Way I lie, 
 
 No Cure for me is found ; 
 Thou good Saiiiaritan ])ass by, 
 And bind up ev'ry Wound. 
 
 3 may I, in the final Day, 
 
 At tliy Eight Hand appear ! 
 Take now my Sins out of the Way, 
 Who did'st the Burthen bear. 
 
 4 "Wliy should I thus a Ilebel be, 
 
 And lose my dear-l)0ught Crown ? 
 may I yield myself to thee, 
 And lay my Weapons down ! 
 
 5 What tho' the hery Serpent's bite 
 
 Hatli poison'd ev'ry Vein — 
 I'll not Despair, but keep in Sight 
 The Wounds of Jesus slain. 
 
 G My Soul thou wilt from Death retrieve. 
 For Sorrow grant me Joy : 
 Thy Pow'r is mightier to save 
 Thau Satan's to destroy.
 
 Petitionary Hymns. 23 
 
 XIX. 
 
 After heing surprised into Sin. 
 
 1 AH! give me, Loed, myself to see, 
 
 -^ Against myself to Watch and Pray : 
 How weak am I, when left by Thee 1 
 
 How frail, how apt to fall away ! 
 If but a Moment thou withdraw, 
 That Moment sees me break thy Law. 
 
 2 Jesus, the Sinner's only Trust, 
 
 Let me now feel thy Grace infus'd ; 
 Ah ! raise a Captive from the Dust, 
 
 Nor break a Eeed already bruis'd ! 
 Visit me, Loed, in Peace again. 
 Nor let me seek thy Face in vain. 
 
 3 How have I forc'd thee from my Heart, 
 
 And trampled on thy mild Commands ! 
 Loving to ev'iy Man thou art, 
 
 My Friend and Saviour, for there stands 
 Betwixt thy Love and Me no Screen, 
 But what my Sins have put between- 
 
 4 bury these, and let me find 
 
 Peace and Salvation in thy Name ; 
 Be Thou the Eyesight of the Blind, 
 
 The Staff and Ancles of the Lame, 
 My lifter up whene'er I fall. 
 My Strength, my Portion and my All ! 
 
 5 Let thy meek Mind descend on me, 
 
 Thy Holy Spirit from above : 
 Assist me Lord, to follow Tliee, 
 
 Drawn by th' endearing Cords of Love, 
 Made perfect by thy cleansing Blood, 
 Completely sav'd and born of God. 
 
 () Renew my desecrated Heart, 
 
 To Sinless purity restore ; 
 Cause me to act a faithful Part 
 
 And grieve thy pitying Love no more ; 
 And, when my Race on Earth is run, 
 To liy in Triumph to thy Throne.
 
 24 Poems on Sacred Subjects. 
 
 XX.* 
 
 Christ the Light of his People. 
 
 1 T LIFT my Heart and Eyes to Thee, 
 -*- Jesus, Thou unextinguish'd Light : 
 My guardian stay and Leader be. 
 
 My Cloud by Day, my Fire by Night. 
 
 2 Glory of Israel, shine within ; 
 
 Unshadow'd, uneclips'd appear : 
 With Beams of Grace exhale my Sin ; 
 
 Break forth, thou bright and morning Star. 
 
 3 The World a trackless Labrynth is. 
 
 Be thou my Thread and faithful Clue ; 
 Thy Kingdom and thy righteousness 
 The only Objects I pursue. 
 
 4 Light of the Gentries, Thee I hail ; 
 
 Essential Truth, thyself impart ! 
 Spirit of Light, his Face reveal ; 
 And set thy Signet on my Heart. 
 
 5 Thy office 'tis t' enlighten man, 
 
 And point him to the heav'nly Prize ; 
 The hidden Things of (Jod t' explain, 
 And shine the Darkness from our Eyes. 
 
 6 Witness of Christ within my Heart, 
 
 My Int'rest in his Love display ; 
 My Int'rest in that better Part, 
 Which never can be torn away. 
 
 7 In bondage 'till thou set me free, 
 
 Fain would I know my part in Him ; 
 The Brightness of his llising see, 
 And bask in thy meridian Beam. 
 
 b Shine then tliou uncreated Bay ! 
 If but a Moment Thou withdraw, 
 That Moincnt sees me go astiay. 
 
 That Moment sees me break thy Law. 
 
 * This hymn was revised in after years. We give the later version.
 
 Petitionary Hymns. 25 
 
 9 The Word and Spirit both conspire 
 
 To tell thy Church she is forgiv'n ; 
 And lift her daily high'r and high'r, 
 
 'Till all her Joys are crown'd with Heav'n. 
 
 10 To that bless'd Eealm of bright Eepose, 
 
 Thou wilt conduct my weary Feet ; 
 Where Peace no interruption knows, 
 And where my Sun shall never set. 
 
 XXI. 
 
 1 pHAIN'D to the World, to Sin ty'd down, 
 ^ In Darkness stiU I lie ; 
 
 Lord, break my Bonds, Lord, give me Wings, 
 And teach me how to fly. 
 
 2 Instruct my feeble Hands to War, 
 
 In me thy Strength reveal. 
 
 To put my ev'ry Lust to Death, 
 
 And fight thy Battles well. 
 
 3 Eend ev'ry Veil that shades thy Face, 
 
 Put on thine Helmet, Lord : 
 My Sin shall fall, my Guilt expire 
 Beneath thy conqu'ring Sword. 
 
 4 Thou art the Mighty God of Hosts, 
 
 Whose Counsels never fail ; 
 Be thou my glorious Chief, and then 
 I cannot but prevail. 
 
 5 Then slay my Sins without Eesei-ve, 
 
 Burn up each Lust in me ; 
 Kill, kill my vain rel)el lions Heart, 
 And I shall live to Thee. 
 
 //
 
 26 Poems on Sacred Subjects. 
 
 XXII. 
 
 1 r\ WHEN wilt thou my Saviour be ? 
 ^ when shall I be clean, 
 
 The true, eternal Sabbath see, 
 A perfect Eest from Sin ? 
 
 Jesus, the Sinner's Eest thou art 
 From Guilt and Fear and Pain ; 
 
 While thou art absent from my Heart 
 I look for Best in vain. 
 
 2 The Consolations of thy Word 
 
 My Soul have long upheld ; 
 The faithful Promise of the Lord 
 ShaU surely be fulfill'd : 
 
 I look to my incarnate God, 
 
 'Till he his Work begin, 
 And wait 'till his redeeming Blood 
 
 Shall cleanse me from all Sin. 
 
 3 His great Salvation I shall know, 
 
 And perfect Liberty ; 
 Onward to Sin he cannot go, . 
 Whoe'er abides in Thee : 
 
 Added to the Eedeemer's Fold, 
 
 I shall in him rejoice ; 
 I all his Glory sliall behold, 
 
 And hear my Shepherd's Voice. 
 
 4 that I now the voice might hear 
 
 That speaks my Sins forgiv'n ! 
 His Word is past to give me here 
 The inward Pledge of Heav'n : 
 
 His Blood shall over all prevail, 
 And sanctify th' Unclean ; 
 
 The Grace that saves from future Hell 
 Shall save from present Sin.
 
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 XXIII. 
 
 A Prayer in Behalf of the Arians, &c. 
 
 1 IV/f Y yielding Heart dissolves as Wax 
 -*-'*- By penetrating Fire subdu'd, 
 Whenever my Beloved speaks, 
 
 And wooes me to be one with God. 
 
 2 The Language of redeeming Love, 
 
 In dying Eloquence exprest, 
 Hath forc'd my backward Heart to prove 
 The sweetness of his People's Eest. 
 
 :^ Jesus, who would stand off from Thee, 
 Proudly thy proffer'd Heav'n refuse 1 
 Despise the glorious Liberty, 
 
 Thy mercy bids them freely use ? 
 
 4 Saviour, how long shaU men Blaspheme, 
 And trample on their dying God ? 
 From faithless Pride rescue them, 
 And save them by thy slighted Blood ! 
 
 o Let all confess and own with me, 
 
 That thou art sweet, thy Burden light : 
 O give them Eyes to look to Thee, 
 
 And wash their spotted Garments white. 
 
 C Thy Blood's the Jordan of the Soul 
 That docs away the Guilt of Sin : 
 Let all wash there, and all are whole. 
 Each lep'rous Naamau shall be clean. 
 
 7 Jesus, manifest thy Grace, 
 
 Scatter thy mighty Darts abroad ; 
 Constrain tlio unbelieving Ptace 
 To fall before a wounded God. 
 
 8 Why should they dye, wliom tliou hast bought, 
 
 ^ With horrid unbelief cnliam'd ? 
 Yet die they must, (tremendous Thought !) 
 For thou hast said they shall be damn'd.
 
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 9 Thee, perfect God and perfect Man, 
 let them, e'er too lat«, confess : 
 Why should they slay their Lord again. 
 And sink to Hell as none of His ? 
 
 10 May they be brought that Truth to see 
 
 Thy Spirit inwardly reveals ; 
 Convinc'd, Saviour, that in Thee 
 The Fulness of the Godliead dwells ! 
 
 11 that they might, in Time, disclaim 
 
 Their horrid Plea and black Design, 
 And know there is no other Name, 
 
 Whereby they may be Sav'd, but thine I 
 
 1 2 Them, dead in Trespasses and Sins, 
 
 Quicken, renew, and make alive : 
 Confirm the whole, the Lepers cleanse, 
 Each dying Soul let ChUist revive. 
 
 1 3 Thy Hands, thy Side, thy Feet were pierc'd 
 
 The most Unholy to restore : 
 Thy Blood was shed to heal the Worst, 
 And save the poorest of the Poor. 
 
 1 -i Then let them taste thy saving Grace, 
 Be cleans'd and glorified by thee ; 
 And in the Sacrifice of Praise 
 Employ a blest Eternity. 
 
 XXIV. 
 
 JESUS, thy Light impart, 
 And lead me in tliy l*ath : 
 I have an unbelieving Heart, 
 But thou can'st give me Faith. 
 
 The Work in me fulfil 
 Whicli mercy hath Ix'gmn ; 
 I liave a proud, rel)ellious WiD, 
 But thou can'st melt it down.
 
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 3 Sin on my Heart is wi'ote ; 
 I am throughout impure : 
 
 But my Disease, Loed, is not 
 Too hard for thee to cure. 
 
 4 Tlie Darkness of my Mind 
 Lies open to thy Sight ; 
 
 Jesus, I am, by nature, blind. 
 But thou can'st give me Light. 
 
 5 Send down thy Holy Ghost 
 To cleanse and fill with Peace ; 
 
 For mine inward Parts, thou knoVst, 
 Are very Wickedness, 
 
 6 Thy Love all Power hath, 
 It's Pow'r in me exert. 
 
 And give me living, active Faith 
 That purifies the Heart, 
 
 7 Unrivall'd reign within. 
 My only Sov'reign be ; 
 
 crucify the Man of Sin, 
 And form thyself in Me, 
 
 8 Thy Blood's renewing IVIight 
 Can make the foulest clean, 
 
 Can wash tlie Ethiopian white, 
 
 And change the Leopard's Skin : 
 
 9 That, that can bring me nigh, 
 And wipe my Sins away, 
 
 Can lift my abject Soul on high. 
 And call me into Day. 
 
 10 Fulfil thy gracious Word, 
 
 And shew my Guilt forgiv'n, 
 Bid me embrace my dying Lord, 
 And mount with Him to Heav'n,
 
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 XXV.* 
 
 The Believers Wish. 
 
 1 ■C']MPTTD of Earth I fain would be, 
 ->^ Of Sin, Myself, and all but Thee ; 
 Only reserv'd for Christ that died, 
 Surreuder'd to the Crucified : 
 
 2 Seqnester'd from the Noise and Strife, 
 The Lnst, the Pomp, and Pride of Life ; 
 For Heav'n alone my Heart prepare, 
 And have my Conversation there. 
 
 3 Nothing, save Jesus, would I know ; 
 ]My Friend and my Companion Thou \ 
 Lord, seize my Heart, assert tliy right. 
 And put all other loves to flight. 
 
 4- The Idols tread beneath thy Feet, 
 And to Thyself the Conquest get : 
 Let Sin no more oppose my Lord, 
 Slain by thy Spirit's two-edg'd Sword. 
 
 5 Compel my Soul thy sway to own ; 
 Self-will, self-righteousness dethrone : 
 Let Dagon fall before tliy Face, 
 The Ark remaining in its place. 
 
 G Detach, from sublunary joys. 
 
 One that would only liear Tliy voice, 
 Tliy Beauty see, thy Grace admire, 
 Nor glow but with celestial Fire ! 
 
 7 Larger Communion let me prove 
 With Thee, blest object of my love; 
 Lut, 0, for this no pow'r have I ; 
 My strength is at tliy Feet to lie. 
 
 8 Fain would I mount, fain would I glow, 
 And loose my Cable from below : 
 
 But I can only spread my Sail ; 
 
 Thou, Thou must breatlie th* auspicious Gale! 
 
 * This liymn was revived in after years ; the latter version.
 
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 9 At Anchor laid, remote from Home, 
 Toiling I cry, Sweet Spirit come ! 
 Celestial Breeze, no longer stay, 
 But swell my Sails, and speed my Way. 
 
 10 Open my Heart ; the Key is thine : 
 My Will effectually incline : 
 Possess a Soul, that fain would be. 
 Lord, only intimate with Thee. 
 
 XXVI. 
 Before Meat 1 Cor. 10. 31. 
 
 1 T OED, we invite Thee here, 
 -^ Vouchsafe to be our Guest ; 
 Jesus, do thou appear, 
 
 The Master of the Feast : 
 Thy quick'ning Presence let us prove, 
 And banquet on thy hidden Love. 
 
 2 With Manna from on hiah 
 Feed thine Inheritance, 
 And come and Sanctify 
 Our outward Sustenance : 
 
 With it the inward Food be giv'n. 
 The Bread of Life, the Wine of Heav'n. 
 
 XXVIL 
 
 For tlie Morning. 
 
 1 "TV/fY Soul, can'st thou no higher rise 
 ^'J- To meet thy God, than this ? 
 Yet, Lord, accept my Sacrifice, 
 
 Defective as it is. 
 
 2 Tune all my Organs to thy Praise, 
 
 The Psalmist's Muse impart ; 
 And, with thy penetrating Pays, 
 O melt my frozen Heart. 
 
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 3 Give me Thyself the only Good, 
 
 And ever with me stay, 
 \Miose faithful Mercies are renew'd 
 With each returning Day. 
 
 4 Ah ! guide me with a Father's Eye, 
 
 Nor from my Soul depart, 
 But let the Day Star from on High 
 Illuminate my Heart. 
 
 5 This Day preserve me without Sin, 
 
 Unspotted in thy Ways ; 
 And hear me, while I usher in 
 The welcome Dawn with Praise. 
 
 (i Far as the East from West remove 
 Each earthly, vain Desire ; 
 And raise me on the Wings of Love, 
 'Till I can mount no higher. 
 
 XXVIII. 
 
 For the Evening. 
 
 1 rpiIOU unexhausted Mine of Bliss, 
 
 -^ From whence all Comfort flows, 
 Inspire me with that Holy Peace 
 Which none but Virtue knows : 
 
 2 Tlie Curtains of thy Love extend 
 
 Around my calm Abode ; 
 As I began so may I end 
 My ev'ry Day with GoD. 
 
 3 My Life unhurt tliine Hand hath kept, 
 
 Accept the Praise I pay 
 For all the Dangers I've escap'd. 
 And Mercies of the Day. 
 
 4 Far, far away the Tempter chase, 
 
 My Soul iVom Terror keep; 
 Let Angels lill this liallow'd Place 
 And guard mc as I sleep.
 
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 5 wash out ev'ry Sin whereby, 
 
 This Day, I have transgrest ; 
 And seal my Pardon e'er I give 
 ]\Iy shinib'ring Eye-lids Kest : 
 
 6 Prepare me for the Bed of Death ; 
 
 Be that my hourly Thought, 
 That, sleeping and awake, my Soul 
 May be without a Spot. 
 
 XXIX. 
 
 He, is the Propitiation for Our Sins. 
 
 1 r\ THOU that hear'st the Prayer of Faith, 
 ^^ Wilt thou not save a Soul from Death 
 
 That casts itself on Thee ? 
 I have no Eefuge of my own. 
 But fly to what my LoED hath done 
 
 And suffer'd once for Me. 
 
 2 Slain in the guilty Sinner's stead, 
 His spotless Eighteousness I plead, 
 
 And his availmg Blood : 
 Thy Merit, Lokd, my Kobe shall be, 
 Thy Merit shall atone for me, 
 
 And bring me near to GoD. 
 
 3 Then snatch me from eternal Death, 
 The Spirit of Adoption breathe. 
 
 His Consolation send ; 
 By Him some Word of Life impart, 
 Aiid sweetly whisper to my Heart, 
 
 " Thy Maker is thy Friend. " 
 
 4 The King of Terrors then would be 
 A welcome IVIessenger to me. 
 
 That bids me come away : 
 UnclogM l)y Earth or earthly Things, 
 rd mount upon his sable Wings 
 
 To everlasting Day.
 
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 XXX. 
 Hab. ii. 1 4. For the Earth shall he JiWd, &c. 
 
 1 T) RING thy Kingdom, Lord, make haste, 
 -*-' Bring on the glorious Day, 
 
 From the Greatest to the Least 
 When all shall own thy Sway : 
 
 When the Convert World with Grief, 
 Shall see the Error of their Ways, 
 
 Lay aside their Unbelief, 
 And yield to dying Grace. 
 
 2 In thy Gospel-Chariot, Lord, 
 
 Drive through Earth's utmost Bound ; 
 Si)read the Odour of thy Word 
 
 Through all the Nations round : 
 Fill the darken'd Earth with Light, 
 
 Thine own victorious Cause advance ; 
 Take the Heathen as the Eight 
 
 Of thine Inheritance. 
 
 In our Day expose to view 
 
 The standard of the Lamb ; 
 Bid the Nations Hock thereto 
 
 Who never knew thy Name : 
 Let them quit the downward Eoad, 
 
 Compell'd thy saying to receive ; 
 Turn'd from Satan unto God, 
 
 With one consent Believe. 
 
 that all who know thee not, 
 
 Or, knowing, wont submit. 
 Whom thy dying Love hath l)OUght, 
 
 Might iall'and kiss thy Feet ! 
 that all Mankind miglit taste 
 
 Thy Mercy, and thy Subjects be ! 
 And, my God, among the rest, 
 
 Beign absolute in Me !
 
 Petitionary Hymns. 35 
 
 XXXI. 
 
 1 TJ EDEEMEE, whither should I flee, 
 -tV' Or how escape the Wrath to come ? 
 The weary Smner flies to Thee 
 
 For Shelter from impending Doom : 
 Smile on me, dearest Lokd, and shew 
 Thyself the friend of Sinners now. 
 
 2 Beneath the shadow of thy Cross 
 
 My heavy-laden Soul finds Rest : 
 Let me esteem the World as Dross 
 
 So I may be of Thee possest ! 
 I borrow ev'ry Joy from Thee, 
 Eor thou art Life and Light to me. 
 
 8 Close to my Saviour's bloody Tree 
 My Soul, untir'd, shall ever cleave ; 
 
 Both scoUrg'd and crucify' d with Thee, 
 With Cheist resolv'd to die and live : 
 
 My Pray'r, my great Ambition this. 
 
 Living and dying, to be his. 
 
 4 nail me to the sacred Wood, 
 
 There tie me with thy Spirit's Chain ; 
 There seal me with thy fast'ning Blood, 
 
 Nor ever let me loose again : 
 There let me bow my suppliant Knee, 
 And own no other LoED but Thee ! 
 
 XXXIL 
 
 1 T ORD, stand not off, come nearer still, 
 -L^ Illuminate my darkeu'd Soul : 
 Eenew my Heart, correct my Will, 
 
 Make the polluted Leper whole. 
 
 2 Behold my Struggles, Lord, and set 
 
 My Sin-bound Soul at Liberty : 
 Lend me thine Hand to break the Net, 
 And bid the fetter'd Slave be Free.
 
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 3 My own Desert I cannot plead, 
 
 j\Iy purest Silver is but Dross : 
 Let Jesu's ]\Ierits intercede ; 
 uail my Errors to his Cross. 
 
 4 Fain would I mount to Thee my Crowai, 
 
 And gain the Kealms of endless Light ; 
 But fett'rmg Earth still keeps me down, 
 And Sin impediates my Flight. 
 
 5 Father, to me impart thy Bread, 
 
 To me thine healing Manna give : 
 On Life eternal let me feed, 
 
 That my diseased Soul may live. 
 
 6 Unworthy to intreat thy Grace, 
 
 Unwoi"thier still thy Grace t' obtain, 
 I plead my Surety's Righteousness, 
 Nor shall my plea be urg'd in vain. 
 
 XXXIII. 
 
 WJiere tiuo or three are gather d together m my 
 Na.mc, &c, 
 
 1 TESUS, God of Love, attend, 
 
 ^ From thy glorious Throne descend ; 
 Answer now some waiting Heart, 
 Now some harden'd Soul convert : 
 To our Advocate we fly, 
 Let us feel Immanuel nigh ; 
 Manifest thy Love abroad. 
 Make us now the Sons of God. 
 
 2 lIov(^r round us, King of Kings, 
 Kise witli Healing in thy Wings ; 
 Melt our Obstinacy down. 
 Force us to become thine own : 
 Set, set the Captives free. 
 Draw our backward Souls to Thee, 
 Let us all from Thee receive 
 Light to see and Life to live.
 
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 Prostrate at thy Mercy Seat 
 Let us our Beloved meet, 
 Give us in thyself a Part 
 Deep engraven on thine Heart : 
 Let us hear thy pard'ning Voice, 
 Bid the broken Bones rejoice; 
 Condemnation do away, 
 O make this the perfect Day ! 
 
 Father, Son and Holy Ghost, 
 Join to seek and save the Lost : 
 Eaise some Sinner to thy Throne, 
 Add a Jewel to thy Crown ! 
 Are we not, without thy Light, 
 Darken'd with Egj^tian Night ? 
 Light of Light, thy Pow'r exert, 
 Lighten each benighted Heart ! 
 
 Part II. 
 
 1 T)EAYTt can IMercy's Door unlock ; 
 -^ Open, Lord, to us that knock ! 
 Us the Heirs of Glory seal, 
 
 AVith thy Benediction fill : 
 Holy Spirit make us His, 
 Visit ev'ry Soul in Peace ; 
 Force our vanquish'd Hearts to say, 
 Love Divine has won the Day ! 
 
 2 Give the heavy-laden Eest, 
 
 Chkist make known in ev'ry Breast ; 
 Void of Thee we quickly die ; 
 Turn our Sackcloth into Joy : 
 Witness all uur Sins forgiv'n. 
 Grant on Earth a Glimpse of Heav'n : 
 Bring the joyful Tidings down, 
 Pit us for our destin'd Crown.
 
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 3 Let us chaunt melodious Hynms, 
 Loud as those of Clierubims ; 
 
 Join with Heart and Tongue to bless 
 Cheist our Strength and Kighteousness 
 All our Praise to him belongs, 
 Theme of our sublimest Songs ; 
 Object of our choicest Love, 
 Thee we laud with Hosts aljove. 
 
 4 Thee we hail with joint Acclaim, 
 Shout the Glories of thy Name ; 
 Ever may we feel Thee thus, 
 Dear Immanuel, God with us ! 
 Prince of Peace, thy People see. 
 All our Thanks we aim at Thee ; 
 Deign our Tribute to receive. 
 Praise is all we have to give. 
 
 XXXIV. 
 
 1 /^OME from on high, my King and GoD, 
 ^ My Confidence thou art ; 
 
 Display the Virtue of thy Blood, 
 And circumcise my Heart. 
 
 2 From Heav'n, thy Holy Place, on me 
 
 Descend in Mercy down ; 
 Balm of the World, I tliirst for Thee, 
 To know Thee for my own. 
 
 3 From Top to Bottom rend the Veil 
 
 That keeps me out of God ; 
 Pemove the Bar, and let me feel 
 That I am thine Abode. 
 
 4) miglit tliis wortldess Heart of mine 
 The Saviour's Temple be ! 
 Empty 'd of (iv'ry Love but Thine, 
 And shut to all but Thee !
 
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 5 I long to find thy Presence there, 
 
 I long to see thy Face ; 
 Almighty Lord, my Heart Prepare 
 The Saviour to embrace. 
 
 6 Thou know'st, Lokd, no Eest I have 
 
 By Keason of my Sin ; 
 Convince me of thy Pow'r to save. 
 And Say, " I will, be Clean. " 
 
 XXXV. 
 
 • / knoi'j that in my Flesh dwelleth 'iw good Thing. 
 
 1. T OED, is not all from Thee ? 
 ^^ Is not all Fullness Thine ? 
 Whate'er of Good there is in me, 
 Lord, is none of Mine. 
 
 2 Each Holy Tendency 
 Did not thy Mercy give ? 
 And what, Saviour, what have I 
 That I did not receive ? 
 
 I cannot speak a Word 
 Or think a Thought that's Good, 
 But what proceedeth from the Lord, 
 And cometh forth from God. 
 
 Jesus, I know full well 
 Wliat my best Actions be ; 
 They'd sink my guilty Soul to Hell, 
 If unrefiu'd by Thee. 
 
 Myself and all I do 
 sprinkle with thy Blood ; 
 Eenew me, Saviour, e're I go 
 To stand before my God. 
 
 I, of myself, have nought 
 That can his Justice please ; 
 Not one right word, nor Act, nor Thought 
 But what I owe to Grace.
 
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 7 make my guilty Heart 
 Completely pure within ; 
 
 Author of Holiness thou art, 
 And Finisher of Sin : 
 
 8 Cut short it's Reign in me, 
 Who only can'st subdue ; 
 
 And give me all thy Grace to see, 
 Created here anew. 
 
 XXXVI. 
 
 Psalm Ixxiii., 25. Whom have I in Heav'n, &c. 
 "HOM have I in Heav'n but Thee 
 
 W 
 
 Who bought'st my Soul with Blood ? 
 What is all the Earth to me 
 
 If I am out of God ? 
 Stni my Woes are unredrest 
 
 If thou my Saviour wilt not be ; 
 All is Vanity but Christ, 
 
 And worse than Vanity. 
 
 2 If my Lord Himself reveal. 
 
 No other Good I want ; 
 Only Christ my Wounds can heal 
 
 Or silence my Complaint : 
 He that suffer'd in my stead. 
 
 The Lamb, shall my Physician be ; 
 I will n(jt Ijc conifoi-ted 
 
 'Till Jesus comforts me. 
 
 3 AU is Bitterness 'till then, 
 
 'Till I, thr(jugh Grace, am thine ; 
 'TiU thy fS])'rit liath made me clean. 
 
 And seal'd thy Merits mine ; 
 'Till my Etliio]i Soul 1)ecomes 
 
 Partaker of thy Purity, 
 Sin to endless Exile, dooms, 
 
 And thou art form'd in me.
 
 Petitionary Hymns. 41 
 
 Saviour, what retards thy Love, 
 
 That thou no nearer art ? 
 Ev'ry Stumbling-block remove 
 
 That keeps Thee from my Heart ; 
 Come, Kedeemer, to my Breast, 
 
 As a refining Flame appear : 
 Be my Soul's eternal Guest, 
 
 And live and govern there. 
 
 Let the Mind that was in Thee 
 
 My Heart throughout renew ; 
 Thou the only Model be 
 
 Of all I think or do : 
 Let me look to Chkist alone 
 
 Who dy'd his Creature to redeem ; 
 Build on this Foundation Stone, 
 
 And stand complete in Him. 
 
 Part II. 
 
 6 IV/rEDIATOK, intercede, 
 ■^^ And I shall be forgiv'n ; 
 Only for thy Judas plead. 
 
 And I am sure of Heav'n : 
 Thou my Substitute wast made ; 
 
 My Sins, my Fears, my IMisery, 
 All, Redeemer, all were laid. 
 
 With amplest Weight, on Thee. 
 
 7 Ev'ry idle Word I spoke 
 
 Or shall hereafter speak. 
 Made it stUl an heavier Yoke 
 
 Tliat prest thy sacred Neck : 
 Yet my gracious Saviour stands 
 
 To give me Heav'n and Peace again, 
 Wliom my Sin, with wicked Hands, 
 
 Hath crucify'd and slain.
 
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 8 At Immanuel's swift Approach 
 
 The Pow'rs of Hell shall fly ; 
 Lord, at thy all-conqu'riug Touch 
 
 The Man of Sin shall die : 
 Touch me, Lord, thou seest how black, 
 
 How leprous, how defil'd I am ; 
 Let me hear the Saviour speak 
 
 The Wonders of Ins Name. 
 
 9 When my Lord hath made me clean, 
 
 Tlie carnal Mind is o'er ; 
 Satan, Self, the AVorld and Sin 
 
 Shall never conquer more : 
 ' I shall lead them all in Chains 
 
 If He the Strength of Taith impart ; 
 N ot a Spot of Sin remains 
 
 When Christ is in the Heart. 
 
 XXXVII. 
 
 Refuge in the Rigliteousness of Christ. 
 
 1 "pEOM thy supreme Tribunal, Lord, 
 -^ Where Justice sits severe, 
 
 I to thy Mercy Seat appeal, 
 And beg Forgiveness there. 
 
 2 The' I have sinn'd, before the Throne 
 
 My Advocate I see : 
 Jesus, be thou my Judge, and let 
 My Sentence come from Thee. 
 
 3 Lo, weary to thy Cross I fly 
 
 There let me Shelter find : 
 Lord, when thou call'st tliy ransom'd Home, 
 O leave not me behind ! 
 
 4 I joyfully embrace thy Love 
 
 To fallen Man reveal'd ; 
 My Hf)])e of Glory, dearest Lord, 
 On Thee alone I build.
 
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 5 The Law was satisfy'd "by Him 
 
 Who Flesh for me was made : 
 It's Penalty he underwent, 
 It's Precepts he obey'd. 
 
 6 Desert and aU SeK-Eighteousness 
 
 I utterly forego ; 
 My Eobe of everlasting Bliss, 
 My Wedding Garment TJiou ! 
 
 7 The spotless Saviour liv'tl for me, 
 
 And dy'd upon the Mount : 
 Th' Obedience of his Life and Death 
 Is plac'd to my Account. 
 
 8 Can'st thou forget that awful Hour, 
 
 That sad, tremendous Scene, 
 When thy dear Blood on Calvary 
 Flow'd out at ev'ry Vein ? 
 
 9 No, Saviour, no ; thy Wounds are fresh, 
 
 Ev'n now they intercede ; 
 Still, in effect, for guilty Man 
 Incessantly they bleed. 
 
 10 Thine Ears of Mercy still attend 
 A contrite Sinner's Cries, 
 A broken Heart that groans for GoD 
 Thou never wilt despise. 
 
 110 Love incomprehensible 
 
 That made Thee bleed for me ! 
 The Judge of all hath sufCer'd Death 
 To set his Pris'ner free ! 
 
 XXXAail. » 
 
 1 T>ENEATH thy cool, refreshing Shade 
 J-^ My Soul shall safely rest, 
 Jesus shall make my Spirit glad, 
 And God shall be my Guest.
 
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 2 O may he all my Heart possess, 
 
 And may I, when made clean, 
 The Self-denying Footsteps trace 
 Of Him who did no Sin ! 
 
 3 Gard'ner of SoiQs, thy Vineyard dress, 
 
 Pluck up the Tares, God : 
 And leave no Koot of Bitterness, 
 No Passion unsubdu'd. 
 
 4 Let nothing alienate the Soul 
 
 For which the Saviour bled : 
 
 No Bosom Sin my Heart controul, 
 
 Or choke the heav'nly Seed. 
 
 5 Far, far away the World be driv'n, 
 
 And crucify'd to me ; 
 May I in Heart ascend to Heav'n, 
 And hourly learn of Thee ! 
 
 6 Attack'd by Satan's fell Deceit, 
 
 May I remain unshook. 
 And, piercing through the gilded Bait, 
 Descry the deep-laid Hook. 
 
 XXXIX. 
 
 For Pardon of Sin. 
 
 1 /~\ MIGHT my Groans as Incense rise, 
 
 ^^ A fragrant, welcome Sacrifice, 
 
 A Tribute freely giv'n ! 
 Permit me to unfold my Care, 
 And, by th' Omni])otence of Pray'r, 
 
 To scale the Walls of Heav'n ! 
 
 2 But, Lord, how can I ask aright, 
 Dex)riv'd of thine assisting Light, 
 
 And void of Grace within ? 
 Full well I know my own Desert, 
 And tromlile, lest my faithless Heart 
 
 Should turn my Pray'r to Sin.
 
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 3 Unwash'd, unsprinkled with thy Blood, 
 may I hear the Voice of God, 
 
 And thy Salvation see ! 
 Bid me look up with Faith at last. 
 And all the Depths of Mercy taste 
 
 That lie conceal'd in Thee. 
 
 4 Jesus, thy Feet I will not leave, 
 'Till I the precious Gift receive, 
 
 The purchas'd Pearl possess : 
 Impart it, gracious Loed, while I 
 "With Supplication's humblest Cry 
 
 Invest the Throne of Grace. 
 
 5 Baptize me with the Holy Ghost ; 
 Make this the Day of Pentecost, 
 
 Wherein my Soul may prove 
 Thy Spirit's sweet renewing. Pow'r, 
 And shew me, in this happy Hour, 
 
 The Eiches of thy Love. 
 
 6 Thou can'st not always hide thy Face, 
 Thou wilt at last my Soul embrace. 
 
 Thou yet wilt make me clean : 
 My God, is there not Eoom for me ? 
 I'll wait with Patience, Lord, on Tliee, 
 
 "Till thou shalt take me in ! 
 
 Fart II. 
 
 7 T> E:\IEMBEE, Loed, that Jesus bled, 
 J-^ That Jesus bow'd his dying Head 
 
 And sweated bloody Sweat : 
 He bore thy Wrath and Curse for me 
 In his own Body on the Tree, 
 
 And more than paid my Debt. 
 
 8 Surely he hath my Pardon bought, 
 A perfect Eighteousness Avrought out 
 
 His People to Eedeem :
 
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 that his Eighteousness might be 
 By Grace imputed now to me, 
 As were my Sins to Him ! 
 
 9 Saviour, thy Mercies cannot fail, 
 The Fund is inexhaustible. 
 
 For Thou wert pierc'd for me : 
 Then let me grasp the glorious Prize 
 Before me, and this Moment rise 
 
 A perfect Man in Thee. 
 
 XL. 
 
 1 ^HOU Sun of Righteousness arise, 
 -■- Shine, glorious Morning Star, 
 Enlighten my benighted Soul, 
 
 And make the Ethiop fair. 
 
 Confus'd and blind tho' now I am, 
 
 And prone to go astray. 
 Bid me receive my Sight, and T 
 
 Shall clearly see my AVay. 
 
 2 The Captive, at tliy Word, shall be 
 
 From ev'ry Chain releas'd ; 
 The broken Heart, shall sing for Joy, 
 Tlie troubled Sea shall rest. 
 
 Enflame me with a Ivay of Heav'n, 
 
 Pure, fervent Love inspire; 
 And let thy dovelike Spirit aid 
 
 And fan the holy Fire. 
 
 3 Be thou my Light, for Light Thou art, 
 
 crucify each Doubt ; 
 Sweep ev'ry Corner of my Heart, 
 And turn the Tempter out. 
 
 Let not my Hopes be over-cast 
 
 With Sliadows of Despair; 
 Dart througli my Soul tliy <[uick'ning P>eaiii!^, 
 
 And Ijuild ixii Altar there.
 
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 4 Eedeem me from Temptation's Eage, 
 Break down the Holds of Sin ; 
 Give me to stand in crooked Ways, 
 And keep my Garments clean. 
 
 Transplant me, Saviour, from myselfj 
 
 And oraft me into Tliee : 
 Then shall the Grain of Mustard-seed 
 
 Spring up into a Tree. 
 
 XLI. 
 
 Phil, ii., 5. Let this Mind he iri you which tvas 
 also in Cheist Jesus. 
 
 1 T OED, I feel a carnal Mind ' 
 -*-^ That hangs about me still. 
 
 Vainly tho' I strive to bind 
 
 My own rebellious Will ; 
 Is not Haughtiness of Heart 
 
 The Gulph between my God and me? 
 Meek Eedeemer. now impart 
 
 Thine own Humility. 
 
 2 Fain would I my Loed pursue, 
 
 Be all my Saviour taught, 
 Do as Jesus bid me do, 
 
 And think as Jesus thought : 
 But 'tis Thou must change my Heart, 
 
 The perfect Gift must come from Thee : 
 Meek Eedeemer, now impart 
 
 Thine own Humility. 
 
 3 Loed, I cannot, must not rest 
 
 'Till I thy Mind obtain, 
 Cliase Presumption from my Breast 
 
 And all thy Mildness gain; 
 Give me, Loed, thy gentle Heart, 
 
 Thy lowly Mind my Portion be : 
 Meek Eedeemer, now impart 
 
 Thine own Humilitv.
 
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 4 Let thy Cross my Will controiil ; 
 
 Conform me to my Guide ; 
 In the Manger lay my Soul, 
 
 And crucify my Pride ; 
 Give me, Loed, a contrite Heart, 
 
 An Heart that always looks to Thee : 
 Meek Eedeemer, now impart 
 
 Thine own Humility. 
 
 5 Tear away my ev'ry Boast, 
 
 My stubborn Mind abase ; 
 Saviour, fix my only Trust 
 
 In thy redeeming Grace : 
 Give me a submissive Heart, 
 
 From Pride and Self-dependance free ; 
 Meek Redeemer, now impart 
 
 Thine own Humility ! 
 
 XLIL 
 
 For All tJie Mind of Christ. 
 
 1 TTAIL, faultless Model, Sinless Guide, 
 -*--'- In whom no Blame was seen ! 
 Able Tliou wert, and none beside, 
 
 To ransom guilty Men. 
 
 2 I want my Happiness below 
 
 In Tliee alone to find ; 
 Surely Thou wilt on me bestow 
 Thy pure, thy heavenly Mind ! 
 
 3 Active for God I fain ^\'uuld be, 
 
 And do my Work assign'd : 
 Jesus, look down, implant in me 
 Thy zealous, fervent Mind ! 
 
 4- Wliil(> here, it was thy constant Aim 
 To l)i',nefit Mankind : 
 O give mc, dear redeeming Lamb, 
 Thy loving, (jraeious Mind !
 
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 5 Stiff is my Neck and proud my Heart, 
 Unbroken, imresign'd ; 
 When wilt thou, blessed Lord, impart 
 Thy patient, httmhU ]\Iind ! 
 
 G My Sins how slowly do I leave, 
 To earthly Things inclin'd ! 
 But wean me. Lord, and let me have 
 Thy Self-denying Mind ! 
 
 7 might I walk with faithful Heed, 
 
 And look no more behind, 
 
 Possest of what I chiefly need, 
 
 Thy serious, steady Mind ! 
 
 8 Still may my ev'ry Grace increase, 
 
 'Till I in Heav'n appear: 
 On Earth like Thee in Holiness, 
 Like Thee in Gloi^y There. 
 
 XLIIL 
 
 For Pardon. 
 
 1 XrOW, Lord, the purchas'd Pardon give, 
 ■^^ Nor e'er the Grant revoke. 
 
 But bend my stiff, obdurate Neck 
 Beneath thine easy Yoke. 
 
 2 might I, as a faithful Sheep, 
 
 j\Iy Shoplierd ne'er forsake ! 
 might I now for Heav'n set out, 
 And never more turn back ! 
 
 3 Christ in his Ptesun-ection's Pow'r 
 
 Within my Heart reveal : 
 Forgive my deep Kevoltings, Lord, 
 And my Forgiveness seal. 
 
 4) Thou only hast the Words of Life, 
 j\Iy Sold to Tliee-ward draM^: 
 Me to thy Kingdiuu, Lord, instruct, 
 And teacli me in thy Law. 
 
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 5 Apollos waters but in vain, 
 
 Paul plants without Success ; 
 The Prophet's Labours fruitless are 
 Except thou give Increase. 
 
 6 The gi^eat Increase thou wilt send down, 
 
 Tor thou hast shed thy Blood: 
 I shall thy Faithfulness proclaim 
 When I am born of GoD. 
 
 XLIV. 
 
 i ^HOULD'ST thou be strict to mark our Faults, 
 ^ Who could acquitted be ? 
 Who, unrenew'd, could stand the Search, 
 Or bear the Scrutiny 1 
 
 2 Lord, at thy Feet I meekly fall, 
 Held in Contrition's Chain : 
 Thy gracious Hand that cast me down 
 Shall raise me up again. 
 
 S speak the Word, thy Servant hears. 
 Pronounce me pardon'd now : 
 Lord, I believe, increase my Faith, 
 And let me know^ Thee too. 
 
 4 Tliou only, Saviour, hast the Key, 
 Unlock the Prison Door ! 
 Tho' yet I cannot Hy to Thee, 
 I'll send my Heart before. 
 
 .") The Plood of s])rink'ling now apply, 
 And tliat shall make me clean ; 
 Weigh nut my drossy Merits, LoRD, 
 But forgive my Sin. 
 
 {') Take now away whate'er obstructs 
 Thine Intercourse with me: 
 And may I, in lleturn, leave all 
 I have t(j follow Thee!
 
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 XLV. 
 
 1 JESUS, thy Pow'r I fain wou'd feel, 
 " Thy Love is all I want : 
 
 let thine Ears consider well 
 The Voice of my Complaint. 
 
 2 Thou see'st me yet a Slave to Sin, 
 
 And destitute of God ; 
 purify and make me clean 
 By tliine All-cleansing Blood. 
 
 3 Far off I stand, bring me nigh. 
 
 And bid me sit up high'r : 
 Immanuel, now in Love pass by, 
 And answer my Dasire. 
 
 4 Jesus, undertake for me, 
 
 Thy Peace to me be giv'n : 
 For while I stand away from Thee 
 I stand away from Heav'n. 
 
 5 I will not my Offence conceal, 
 
 I will not hide my Sin, 
 But all my Crimes with Weeping tell, 
 And own how vile I've been. 
 
 6 Lord, will thy wrathful Jealousy 
 
 As Fire for ever burn ? 
 And wilt Tliou not a Succour be, 
 And Comfort those that Mourn ? 
 
 7 Reject not, Lord, my humble Pray'rs, 
 
 Nor yet my Soul destroy : 
 Thine only Son hath sown in Tears 
 That I might reap in Joy.
 
 EUCH ARISTIC 
 HYMNS. 
 
 " Iramensa Beneficia Laudibm immensis cdcbranda." 
 
 Prima s, 
 
 Thou Patron-God, 
 Thou God and Mortal, thence more God to Man, 
 Man's Theme eternal, Man's eternal Themef 
 Thou canst not 'scaj)e uninjured /rom our Praise. 
 Night Thoughts. Nt. 9. 
 
 I. 
 
 Praise for Conversion. 
 
 1 VrOT to myself I owe 
 
 -1^^ That I, Lord, am Thine; 
 Free Grace hath all the Shades broke through, 
 And caus'd the Light to shine 
 
 jNIc thou hast willing made 
 Thy offers to receive; 
 Call'd by the Voice that wakes the Dead, 
 I come to Thee and live. 
 
 2 Why am I made to see 
 AVho am by nature blind ? 
 
 Why am I taken home to Thee, 
 And others left behind ? 
 
 Because thy sov'reign Love 
 Was bent the Worst to save: 
 Jesus, who rclL^ms inthron'd above, 
 Tlic free >Salvution gave.
 
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 3 Tho' once far off I stood, 
 Nor kuew myself tliy Foe, 
 
 Brought iiigli by the Eedeemer's Blood, 
 Myself and Thee I know : 
 
 No more a Child of AVrath, 
 Thy Graciousness I see ; 
 And praise thee for the Work of Faith 
 AVliich Thou hast wrought in me. 
 
 4 In Sins and Trespasses 
 When more than dead I lay, 
 
 Drew near my Tomb the Prince of Peace, 
 And roll'd the Stone away : 
 
 With me his Spirit strove, 
 Almighty to retrieve ; 
 He saw me in a Time of Love, 
 And said unto me, Live. 
 
 5 By Him made free indeed, 
 I fdt his gracious Words ; 
 
 His IMantle over me was spread. 
 And I became the Lord's. 
 
 Jesus, thy Son, by Grace, 
 I to the End shall be ; 
 Made perfect through thy Comeliness 
 AVhich I receiv'd from Thee. 
 
 C I drink the living Stream 
 
 To all Believers giv'n, 
 A Fellow-citizen with Them 
 
 , AMio dwell in yonder Heav'n : 
 
 With all thy chosen Band 
 I trust to see Thee there, 
 And, in thy Ptighteousness, to stand 
 Undaunted at thy Bar.
 
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 II. 
 
 The Heavens declare the Glory of God. 
 
 1 rpHE Sky's a Veil, tlie outward Scene 
 
 -*- Proclaims the Majesty within ; 
 Which boundless Light, tho' hid behind, 
 Breaks out, too great to be confin'd. 
 
 2 The Heav'n thy glorious Impress bears, 
 Thy Image glitters in the Stars : 
 
 The Firmament, thine high Abode, 
 Seems too the spangled Eobe of God. 
 
 3 Wliene'er it's Beauty I admire, 
 
 It's radiant Globes direct me high'r : 
 In silent Praise they point to Thee, 
 All Light, aU Eye, all Majesty ! 
 
 4 Glory to Him who studs the Sky 
 (Earth's variegated Canopy) 
 
 Witli Lamps to guide us on our Way, 
 Faint Emblems of eternal Day, 
 
 5 Yes, Lord, each shining Orb declares 
 Thy Name in dazzling diameters ; 
 
 As precious Gems they dart their Bays, 
 And seem to form a Crown of Praise. 
 
 Ill 
 
 On Ascension Day. 
 
 T O ! the God by ^\]iom Salvation 
 -■^ Is to fallen JMan restor'd, 
 Now resumes his blissful Station, 
 
 Slicws ITiniself th' Almighty Lordj 
 Slow ascending, 
 Bids us, for a while, farewell.
 
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 2 Who his heav'nly State suspended, 
 
 Aud for jNIau's Atonement died, 
 By unnumber'd Hosts attended 
 
 Eises to his Father's Side ; 
 Born by Angels 
 Back to liis eternal Throne. 
 
 3 Seraphs, chaunt his endless Praises, 
 
 Guard Him to his ancient Seat ; 
 Open wide, ye heav'nly Places, 
 
 Your returning God admit: 
 Heav'nly Poi-tals 
 Let the King of Glory in ! 
 
 ^ Christ his Kingdom re-inherits. 
 
 His before the AVorld began ; 
 Myriads of admiring Spirits 
 
 Hover round the Son of Man ; 
 Wrapt in Wonder, 
 View the Wounds he bore for us. 
 
 5 " AVorthy Thou of Exaltation," 
 
 Lost in sweet Surprize, they sing ; 
 " Mortals, with like Acclamation, 
 
 " Hail your great redeeming King : 
 "Let your Voices 
 " Emulate th' angelic Choir." 
 
 6 Yes, O Christ, from ev'ry Creature 
 
 Praise shall to thy Name be giv'n ; 
 Worthy Thou of more and greater. 
 
 King of Saints and King of Heav'n ! 
 Kmdluig Transports 
 Swell our Hearts and tune our Tongues ! 
 
 7 Tho' our Lord is taken from us, 
 
 Present but in Spirit now. 
 This his faithful Word of Promise 
 
 Made while Sojourning below; 
 " Where 1 enter 
 " Thither shall my Servant come."
 
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 8 Him we praise for liis Ascension, 
 
 Conqueror of Sin and Deatli ; 
 Gone up to prepare a ^lansiou 
 
 For his ransom'd Flock beneath : 
 They shall quickly 
 Keign Avith Him in Glory there. 
 
 9 There already is our Treasure, 
 
 There our Heart, our Hope, our Crown ; 
 Tlience on sublunary Pleasure 
 
 We, with holy Scorn, look do'wn : 
 Earth hath nothintf 
 Worth a Moment's transient Thoudit. 
 
 10 We shall soon in Bliss adore Tliee, 
 Gain the Eealras of endless Day ; 
 
 Soon be gathered Home to Glory, 
 All our Tears be wip'd away : 
 
 There, for ever. 
 
 Sing the Lamb's new Song of Love. 
 
 IV. 
 
 To the Triniti/. 
 
 GLOT^IOUS Union, God unsonglit, 
 Three in Name and one in Thou^lit, 
 All thy AVorks thy Goodness show, 
 Center of Perfection Thou. 
 
 2 Praise we, with uplifted Eyes, 
 Him that dwells above the Skies : 
 God, who reigns on Sions Hill, 
 Made, redeem d, and keeps us still. 
 
 3 Join th' angelic Hosts alwve, 
 l*rais(' the Fatlier's matchless Lovo, 
 Who for us liis Son liath giv'n, 
 Sent Him to regain our Ueav'n.
 
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 4< Glory to the Saviour's Grace, 
 Help of Adams helpless Race ; 
 AVlio, for our Transgressions slain, 
 IMakes us one with God again. 
 
 o Next, the Holy Ghost we bless ; 
 He maJces known and seals our Peace: 
 Us he cleanses and makes w^hole, 
 Quickens ev'ry dying Soiil. 
 
 6 Holy, blessed, glorious Three, 
 One from all Eternity, 
 Make us Vessels of thy Grace, 
 Ever iTinning o'er with Praise. 
 
 7 Thee we laud with grateful Song, 
 Severed from the guilty Throng, 
 Ransom'd by the Son who died, 
 By the Spirit sanctify'' d. 
 
 8 All the Persons join to raise 
 Sinners to a State of Grace ; 
 All unite then- Bliss t' insure. 
 In the "lorious "Work concur. 
 
 9 that we his Love might taste ! 
 Bless us, and we shall l3e blest ; 
 Cleanse us, Lokd, from Sin's Abuse, 
 Fit us for the INIaster's Use. 
 
 10 In our Hearts, thy Temples, dwell : 
 AVith the Hope of Glory hll: 
 Be on Earth o?tr Guest divine. 
 Then let Heav'n make us thine.
 
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 V. 
 
 Another. 
 
 FATHEPs LoED of all Mankind, 
 Thee we attempt to sing ; 
 With thy Son and Si)irit join'd, 
 
 Our everlasting King ; 
 Us Thon dost in Christ receive, 
 
 Cloth'd with Christ we come to Thee: 
 Him thou did'st for Sinners give 
 Their Sulstitute to be. 
 
 2 All our Sins, Lamb of God, 
 
 Are for thy Sake, forgiv'n ; 
 Jesus', thy restoring Blood 
 
 Entitles Men to Heav'n : 
 Self-existent, Lord of All, 
 
 Uncreate, with God the same, 
 Bought by Thee on Thee we call. 
 
 Exulting in thy Name. 
 
 3 Spirit of Jehovah, write 
 
 Thy Nature on our Heart, 
 Us unto the Lord unite 
 
 As Thou united art ; 
 Make us meet his Face to see, 
 
 Jesus' Eighteousness apply : 
 Holy Ghost, our Leader be, 
 
 And guide us to the Sky. 
 
 t Three in one, before thy Feet 
 
 Our inmost Souls we bend. 
 Glorious INfystery, too great 
 
 For Worms to comprehend: 
 We can ne'er, on this side Death, 
 
 Bring the Deity to Light ; 
 Ileason liern must yield to Faith, 
 
 'Till Faith is lost in SigLt.
 
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 VI. 
 
 1 TESTIS, thou tried Foundation Stone, 
 J From whose prevailing Blood alone 
 
 Thy Saints expect Salvation, 
 My Eobe thou art, I feel thy Grace, 
 And triumph in thy Eighteousness 
 
 Made mine by Imputation. 
 
 2 Exulting in thy Strength I go, 
 My allotted Work rejoice to do. 
 
 For Love divine constrains me : 
 Supported inwardly by This, 
 Through ev'ry obstacle I press 
 
 While thy great Arm sustains me. 
 
 3 By thy free Grace 'tiU now upheld. 
 My future Hopes on Thee I build, 
 
 Nor are my Hopes iU-grounded : 
 Thy Promises are on my Side, 
 And safe to Glory, lo ! I ride. 
 
 By countless Deaths surrounded. 
 
 4 Before I from the Body fly, 
 He who forgave shall sanctify 
 
 And perfectly renew me ; 
 Stronger than Satan Jesus is ; 
 Sin shall not always wound my Peace, 
 
 Nor finally subdue me. 
 
 5 Wlio wash'd me from it's deadly Stain, ^ -^m,. . 
 Shall here cut short it's guilty Reign, 
 
 And weaken it's Dominion; 
 From Height to Height my Faith sliall rise, 
 Until I gain my native Skies 
 
 On Love's seraphic Pinion. 
 
 6 Unmov'd, 'till then, on Christ I stand. 
 And Satan from the Saviour's Hand 
 
 In vain attempts to stir me : 
 On Jesus I for Strengtli depend ; 
 My' omnipotent, redeeming Friend, 
 
 Prepares my Way before me.
 
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 VII. 
 
 1 "p RAISE the LcmD, mv joyful Heart, 
 J- With the Elders bear thy Part : 
 Stand with them around the Throne, 
 Singing Praises to the Son. 
 
 2 Strive with them, in Eaptiire lost, 
 AVho shall laud the Saviour most : 
 Join with Angels to proclaim 
 All the Mercies of the Lamb. 
 
 3 Praise his great Humility 
 Long as Life remains in Thee : 
 By thy Pray'rs and Praises giv'n 
 !Make on Earth a Deini-heav'u. 
 
 4 Jesus, I the Tlieme renew 
 Endless Praises are thy Due : 
 Anthems equal to thy Grace 
 Saints and Angels cannot raise. 
 
 5 I my worthless Mite cast in, 
 Here the Son<:>; of Heav'n befdn : 
 I th' eternal Chorus join, 
 Eclioing the Love divine. 
 
 G Ever may I worshi]) Tliee, 
 Praise my sole Employment be ; 
 Ev'ry Moment thank my GoD, 
 Sing the Virtues of thy Blood ! 
 
 VIIL 
 
 1 IX/fY Soul with Bh^ssings uuconfin'd 
 IMl. xjjy tioider CJare su])])lics ; 
 Thyself til e Fountain Head from wlience 
 
 Tliose lilessings iirst arise. 
 
 2 INIay I thy gi-acious Gifts receive 
 
 AVith Gratitude and Joy, 
 And in tliy j>ist, deserved Praise 
 Eacli Ihanklul Hour emjikjy.
 
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 3 And may thv condescendinfj; Love 
 That Gratitude receive, 
 Which, tho' a trifling Sacrifice, 
 Is all a AVorm can give ! 
 
 IX. 
 
 EOM. viii, IG. The Spirit itself heareth Witness icith 
 our Sjni'it, that ice are the Children of God. 
 
 1 -pARNEST of future Bliss, 
 J-^ Thee, Holy Ghost, we hail ; 
 Fountain of Holiness 
 
 AM lose Comforts never fail. 
 The cleansing Gift on Saint's bestow'd, 
 The Witness of theii- Peace ^ith God. 
 
 2 With our Perv^erseness here 
 
 How often hast thou strove. 
 And spar'd us Year by Year 
 
 With never-ceasmg Love ! 
 set from Sin our Spirits free, 
 And make us more and more like Thee. 
 
 3 What wondrous Grace is this 
 
 For God to dwell with J\Ien ! 
 Tln-ough Jesus' Paghteousness 
 
 His Favour we regain, 
 And feeble Worms, by Nature lost. 
 Are Temples of the Holy Ghost. 
 
 •i Tho' B dials Sons would prove 
 That thou no Witness art. 
 Thanks to redeeming Love, 
 
 We feel Thee in our Heart ; 
 may'st thou still persist to bear 
 Thine inward Testimony there.
 
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 5 By Thee on Earth we know 
 
 Ourselves in Cheist renew'd, 
 
 Brought by thy Grace into 
 
 The Family of God : 
 Of his adoptmg Love the Seal, 
 And faithful Teacher of his "Will. 
 
 6 Great Comforter, descend, 
 
 In gentle Breathings down ; 
 Preserve us to the End, 
 
 That no INIan take our Crown : 
 Our Guardian still vouchsafe to be 
 Nor suffer us to go from Thee. 
 
 X. 
 
 Thanksgiving for the divine Faithfulness. 
 
 1 TM]\IOVEABLE our Hope remains, 
 -*- Within the Veil our Anchor lies ; 
 Jesus, who wasli'd us from our Stains, 
 
 Shall bear us safely to the Skies. 
 
 2 Strong in his Strength, we boldly say, 
 
 For us LviMANUEL shed his blood ; 
 Wlio then shall tear our Shield away, 
 Or part us from the Love of GoD? 
 
 3 Can Tribulation or Distress, 
 
 Or Persecution's fieiy Sword? 
 Can Satan rob us of our Peace, 
 Or prove too mighty for the Lord? 
 
 4 Founded on Christ, secure we stand, 
 
 Seal'd with his Spirit's inward Seal; 
 
 We soon shall gain the promis'd Land, 
 
 Triumphant o'er the powers of Hell 
 
 5 The Winds may roar, the Floods may beat 
 
 And Pain, impetuous, descend; 
 Yet will lie not his own fortjet, 
 
 But love and save them to the End.
 
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 6 Jestjs acquits, and who condemns ? 
 
 Cease, Satan, from thy fruitless Strife: 
 Thy Malice cannot reach our Names 
 To blot them from the Book of Life. 
 
 7 This is eternal Life to know 
 
 God and the Lamb for Sinners giv'n : 
 Nor will the Saviour let us go, 
 
 His ransom'd Candidates for Heav'n. 
 
 8 Us to redeem his Life he paid. 
 
 And will He not his Purchase have? 
 Who can behold Imjianuel bleed. 
 And doubt his Willingness to save? 
 
 9 Surely the Son hath made us free, 
 
 Wlio Earth, and Heav'n and Hell commands ; 
 Our Cause of Triumph this — that we 
 Are graven on the Saviour's Hands. 
 
 10 To Him who wash'd us m his Blood, 
 And lifts apostate Man to Heav'n, 
 And reconciles his Sheep to GOD, 
 Be everlasting Glory giv'n. 
 
 XI. 
 
 On the Birth of Cheist. 
 
 1 A MPLEST Grace in Thee I find, 
 ■^ Friend and Saviour of Manlcind, 
 Richest Merit to atone 
 
 For our Sins before the Throne. 
 
 2 Born to save a World from Hell, 
 Once thou did'st with Sinners dwell ; 
 Wert to Earth a Prophet giv'n, 
 Now our Advocate in Heav'n. 
 
 3 Well might wond'ring Angels cry, 
 " Glory be to God on high, 
 
 " Peace on Earth, good Will to Men, 
 " Lost Mankind is found again."
 
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 4 Join, my Soul, tlieir holy Song, 
 Emulate the brighter Throng, 
 Hail the everlasting Word, 
 AVelcome thy descendmg LoKD. 
 
 5 Grace unequal'd ! Love unknown ! 
 Jesus lays aside his CroNvn, 
 
 Cloaths Himself with ilesh and Blood, 
 Takes the Manhood into GoD. 
 
 6 Harden'd Eebels though we are, 
 Lo! He comes to sojourn here: 
 See Him lie where Oxen feed ; 
 This his Ch amber, Hay his Bed! 
 
 7 God (0 hear it with Surprize !) 
 For a Manger leaves the Skies, 
 By assuming Flesh beneath, 
 Eender'd capable of Death. 
 
 8 From their Maker turn'd aside, 
 As in Adam all have died. 
 
 So whoe'er his Grace receive. 
 Shall in Christ be made alive. 
 
 XII. 
 
 Thanksgiving for genei'al Mercies. 
 
 1 pEACIOUS Creator, thy kind Hand 
 vJ" In all thy Works T see : 
 Piesistless Pow'r and mildest Love 
 
 Are lilended, Lord, in Thee. 
 
 2 When Thou art wroth and hid'st tliy Face, 
 
 The whole Creation mourns. 
 For tliou'i-t th' attractive I^ole to wliich 
 The AVorld's great Needle turns. 
 
 3 let my Heart be wholly thine, 
 
 Tliy rrojiorty alone ! 
 No longer let me tliink it mine, 
 Or call myself my own !
 
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 ■i Without EeseiTe I quit the Claim 
 And give up all to Thee, 
 For thou, my All-sufficient Lokd, 
 Art more than all to me. 
 
 5 Only do thou refine my Dross, 
 
 And cleanse me with thy Blood, 
 To make th' imperfect Sacrifice 
 Acceptable to God. 
 
 G Nor shall I fear, if Jesus pleads, 
 Umvorthy as I am, 
 Beinu' excluded from the Feast 
 And Supper of the Lamb. 
 
 XIII. 
 
 Tluxnhsgiving for the Righteousness of Cheist. 
 
 1 inOUNTAIISr of never-ceasing Grace, 
 ^ Thy Saint's exhaustless Theme, 
 Great Object of immortal Praise, 
 
 Essentially supreme ; 
 We l)less Thee for the glorious Fniits 
 
 Thy Incarnation gives, 
 Thy Eighteousness which Grace imputes. 
 
 And Faith alone receives. 
 
 2 A\Tioni Heav'n's angelic Host adores, 
 
 Was slaughter'd for our Sin ; 
 The Guilt, Lord, was wholly ours, 
 
 The Punishment was thine : 
 Our God in Flesh, to set us free, 
 
 Was manifested here ; 
 And meekly bore our Sins, that we 
 
 His Righteousness might wear. 
 
 Imputatively guilty then 
 Our Substitute was made, 
 
 That we the Blessings might obtain 
 For which his Blood was shed:
 
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 Himself he offer'd on the Cross 
 
 Our Sorrows to remove ; 
 And all he suffered was for us, 
 
 And all he did was Love. 
 
 4 In Him we have a Eighteousness 
 
 . By God Himself approv'd ; 
 Our Kock, our sure Foundation this, 
 
 Which never can be mov'd : 
 Our Eansom by his Death he paid, 
 
 For all his People giv'n, 
 The Law he perfectly obey'd. 
 
 Tliat they might enter Heav'n. 
 
 5 As All, when Adam, sinn'd alone, 
 
 In his Transgression died. 
 So by the Eighteousness of one 
 
 Are Sinners justify'd: 
 We to thy Merit, precious LoKD, 
 
 With humblest joy, submit; 
 Again to Paradise restor'd, 
 
 In Thee alone complete. 
 
 6 Our Souls his watchful Love retrieves, 
 
 Nor lets them go astray; 
 His Eighteousness to us he gives. 
 
 And takes our Sins away. 
 We claim Salvation in his Eight, 
 
 Adopted and forgiv'n ; 
 HLs Merit is our EoIjc of Light, 
 
 His Death the Gate of Heav'n. 
 
 XIV.. 
 
 Thanksgiving for the Sufferings of Christ. 
 
 OTHOXT who did'st thy Glory leave 
 Apostate Sinners to retrieve 
 From Nature's deadly Full,
 
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 Me tliou hast purchas'd with a Price, 
 Nor shall my Crimes in Judgment rise, 
 For Thou hast born Them all. 
 
 2 Jesus was pnnish'd in my stead, 
 Without the Gate my Surety bled 
 
 To expiate my Stain : 
 On Earth the Godhead deign'd to dwell, 
 And made of infinite AvaO. 
 The Suff' rings of the Man. 
 
 "&'- 
 
 And was he for his Rebels giv'n? 
 
 He was : Th' incarnate King of Heav'n 
 
 Did for his Foes expire : 
 Amaz'd, Earth, the Tidings hear ; 
 He bore, that we might never bear. 
 
 His Father's righteous Ire. 
 
 Ye Saints, the Man of Sorrows bless, 
 Tlie God for your Unrighteousness 
 
 Deputed to atone : 
 Praise Him, 'till, with the heav'nly Throng, 
 Ye sing the Never-ending Song, 
 
 And see Him on his Throne. 
 
 XV. 
 
 The General Thanksgiving in the Liturgy, 
 Faraphras'd. 
 
 1 T^TEEXAL God, the Thanks receive 
 
 -*-^ Which thine unworthy Servants give ; 
 Father of ev'ry ]\Iercy Thou, 
 Almighty and all- gracious too ! 
 
 2 In humble, yet exulting Songs, 
 Tliy Praises issue from our Tongues, 
 For that incessant, boundless Love 
 Which we and all thy Creatures prove.
 
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 3 Fasliiou'd by thy creating Hand, 
 And by thy Providence sustain' d, 
 We faui our Gratitude would shew 
 For all thy temp' red Blessings due. 
 
 4 But ! for this we chiefly raise 
 Our Anthems of immortal Praise — 
 For Thine inestimable Love 
 Which sent Immanuel from above. 
 
 5 For HIM, of all thy Gifts the best, 
 
 Th' exceeding Gift tliat crowns the rest, 
 For HIM thy gracious Name we laud, 
 And bless Thee for a Suff'ring God. 
 
 6 Nor should we fail our LoKD to praise, 
 For all th' assisting Means of Grace ; 
 Th' appointed Channels which convey 
 Strength to support us on our Way. 
 
 7 To Thee let all our Tlianks be giv'n 
 For our well-grounded Hope of Heav'n ; 
 Our olorious Trust that we shall reign 
 And live with Him who died for Man. 
 
 8 And ! so deep a Sense impress 
 Of thy supreme, unbounded Grace, 
 That Gratitude unfeign'd may rise, 
 
 And sliake the Earth and pierce the Skies ! 
 
 9 JNIay we in Deed, as well as Word, 
 Shew forth the Praises of the LoKD, 
 And thank Him still for what he gives 
 Botli with our Lips, and in our Lives ! 
 
 10 that, by Sin no more subdu'd, 
 AVc miglit devote ourselves to GOD, 
 And only breathe to tell his I'raise, 
 And in his Service spend our days ! 
 
 1 1 Hail, Father ! Hail, Co-equal Son ! 
 Hail, sacred Spirit, Three in One! 
 Glory and Tlianks and Pow'r Divine, 
 Thrice Holy LoKD, be ever Thine!
 
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 Sancios ausus recludere Pontes. 
 
 rSALM CXLVIII. 
 
 1 r^ EIN'EEAL Praise to God be giv'n ; 
 
 . ^ Praise Him in the Height of Heav'n 
 Him, ye glorious Hosts, proclaim, 
 Saints and Angels, bless his Name ! 
 
 2 Sun, his lofty Praise display, 
 His who made thee King of Day : 
 Moon, adore the God of Light, 
 
 God, who made thee Queen of Night. 
 
 3 Stars, your Tribute, too, be giv'n, 
 Spangles in the liobe of Heav'n : 
 God, your awful Sov'reign, own, 
 Bright Successors of the Moon. 
 
 4 Praise, thou Curtain of the Sky, 
 (Hiding Heav'n from mortal Eye) 
 Him that spreads thy wat'ery Clouds ; 
 Celebrate the GoD of Gods. 
 
 5 Highest Heav'n, his dwelling Place, 
 Lift thy A^'oice, resound his Praise: 
 Hynui "The Dweller ev'ry where." 
 Present more supremely there. 
 
 6 Sun, and Moon, and Stars, and Light, 
 Heav'n and Sky, and Clouds unite ; 
 Verbal Creatures of the Lord, 
 
 Swift existing at his AVord.
 
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 7 'Stablish'd firm by his Command, 
 Lo ! immoveable ye stand ; 
 Him, th' ineffable, adore, 
 
 Own his regulating Pow'r. 
 
 8 Womb and Sepulchre of Man, 
 Join, Earth, the grateful Train ; 
 Praise, 'till in the last great Fire, 
 Thou and all thy Works expire. 
 
 9 Ocean, with tliy num'rous Brood, 
 Swell to magnify thy God : 
 
 EoU his Praise from Shore to Shore, 
 Lift his Name and sound his Pow'r. 
 
 10 Praise Him, Eire and Hail and Snow; 
 Praise Him all ye Winds that blow : 
 Cold and Heat — Let each extreme 
 Join to render Praise to Him. 
 
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 11 OTOEMS dispensing Waste and Death, 
 ^ Dreadful Messengers of Wrath ; 
 Spread his Fear and Praise abroad, 
 Weapons of an angry GoD. 
 
 12 Mountains, Vales, and Hills, and Trees, 
 Tell how good your Maker is : 
 
 His exalted Praise declare, 
 Feather'd Songsters of the Air. 
 
 1 3 Beasts of Prey where'er ye prowl. 
 Join to make the Concert full : 
 Cattle, low Jehovah's Fame ; 
 Meanest Insects, do the same, 
 
 14 Kings and People, Rich and Poor, 
 Ceh^brate creating Pow'r ; 
 
 Made and ransom'd by the Lamb, 
 All extol the great I AM.
 
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 15 Female, ]\Iale, of ev'ry Age, 
 From the Suckling to the Sage, 
 All conspire with one accord, 
 Chaunt the Glories of the Lord, 
 
 16 Worthy Praise can ne'er be giv'n 
 'Till his Saints aiTive at Heav'n, 
 There, with all the glorious ones. 
 Sing his Praise and cast their Crowns. 
 
 II.* 
 
 Isaiah liii. 4, 5, 12. He hath lorn our Griefs, &c. 
 
 1 OUEELY Christ thy Griefs hath borne ; 
 •^ Weeping Soul, no longer mourn : 
 View Him bleeding on the Tree, 
 Pouring out his Life for thee : 
 
 There thy ev'ry Sin he bore : 
 Weeping Souls, lament no more. 
 
 2 All thy Crimes on Him were laid : 
 See, upon his blameless Head 
 Wrath its utmost Vengeance pours. 
 Due to my Offence and yours : 
 Wounded in our Stead, He is ; 
 Bruis'd for our Iniquities. 
 
 8 Weary Sinner, keep thine Eyes 
 On th' atoning Sacrifice : 
 There th' Incarnate Deity 
 Number'd with Transgressors see ; 
 There his Father's Absence mourns ; 
 Nail'd, and Bruis'd, and crown'd ^^dth Thorns. 
 
 4 See thy God his Head bow down ; 
 Hear the ISIan of Sorrows groan ; 
 For thy Hansom, there condemn'd ; 
 Stript, derided, and blasphem'd : 
 Bleeds the guiltless for th' unclean : 
 Made an off'ring for thy Sin. 
 
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 5 Cast tliy guilty Soul on Him ; 
 Find Him mighty to redeem ; 
 At his Feet thy Burden lay ; 
 Look thy Doubts and Cares aM'ay : 
 Now, by Faith, the Son embrace ; 
 Plead his Promise ; trust his Grace. 
 
 6 Lord, thy Arm must be reveal'd, 
 Ere I can by Faith be heal'd ; 
 Since I scarce can look to Thee, 
 Cast a gracious Eye on me ! 
 
 At thy Feet myself I lay : 
 Shine, shme my Fears away ! 
 
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 The xii. Chapter of Isaiah. 
 
 1 TI/^HEN thou, Sinner art 
 
 * ' Created new in Heart, 
 Tliou shalt feelingly proclaim 
 
 What thy Lord hath done for thee ; 
 Sav'd by his redeeming Name, a 
 
 Freed from Sin's Captivity. 
 
 2 Then shalt thou gladly say, 
 In that triumphant Day, 
 
 Thee, my Saviour, will I praise, 
 
 Praise thee even for thy IJod : 
 Me thou did'st afflict in Grace ; 
 
 Scourge, to bring me Home to God. 
 
 3 IMy Soul thou dost retrieve. 
 And all my Sin forgive : 
 
 Thou did'st for a Season frown ; 
 
 (So it then appear'd to me); 
 But thy seeming Wrath is gone; 
 
 I can now rejoice in thee. 
 
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 4 My cause of Gladness, this : 
 " God my Salvation is : " 
 
 He, who did my Soul redeem, 
 Gives me Confidence for Dread : 
 
 Chosen and secure in Him, 
 I will scorn to be afraid. 
 
 5 Strength I from him derive ; 
 I on his Fulness live : 
 
 Never let my joyful Tongue 
 
 Cease his Kindness to record ! 
 Thou, Jesus, art my Song ; 
 
 Thou my Prophet, Priest, and Lord. 
 
 6 Each Mourner too shall taste 
 Of this sublime Eepast : 
 
 Jesus will their Fears destroy ; 
 
 In their Hearts his Grace reveal : 
 They that weep shall draw, with Joy, 
 
 Water from Salvation's Well. 
 
 7 Fear not, thou waiting Soul ; 
 Thy Joy shall soon be full : 
 
 Thou shalt of his Glory sing ; 
 
 Tell his wond'rous Love abroad : 
 Thee he shall to Zion bring, 
 
 Sav'd by his availing Blood. 
 
 8 His Smile shall make thee know 
 An inward Heav'n below : 
 
 Thou, whom Man despises, shout ; 
 
 Christ, whom thou dost wait to see. 
 Will in now wise cast thee out: 
 
 He shall dwell and walk in thee. 
 
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 IV. 
 
 Names of Christ, expressive of his Offices, takc/i from 
 various Parts of Scripture. 
 
 J T OW at thy Feet, Christ, we faU, 
 -^ Enabled to confess, 
 And call thee by the Holy Ghost, 
 The Lord our Righteousness. 
 
 •2 God over all Immanuel reigns, 
 . "With his great Father one ; 
 The Brightness of his Glory thou, 
 And Partner of his Throne. 
 
 3 Author and Finisher of Faith 
 
 In all that know thy Name ; 
 A furious Lion to thy Foes, 
 But to thy Friends a Lamb : 
 
 4 Sceptre of Israel, Prince of Peace : 
 
 Immortal King of Kings : 
 The Sun of Righteousness that shines 
 With Healing in his Wings : 
 
 5 The Gift of God to fallen :Man : 
 
 The Lord of Quick and Dead: 
 A Well of Life to fainting Souls, 
 And their sustaining Bread: 
 
 () Foundation of thy People's Joy, 
 Their Pardon and their Rest : 
 On Earth our Sacrifice for Sin, 
 In Heav'n our great high Priest: 
 
 7 The Lord of Life, who suffer'dst Death 
 
 That we might Heav'n regain : 
 The source of Blessing, who, on Earth, 
 Wert made a Curse for Man : 
 
 8 Wert poor that Adam's needy Sons 
 
 Treasure in Thee might find : 
 Repairer of the dreadful Breach, 
 Restorer of Mankind :
 
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 9 Through thy Desert, a fallen World 
 To God may gain Access ; 
 With thy line Linen deck our Souls, 
 Thy perfect Eighteousness : 
 
 10 With that celestial Eobe endu'd, 
 We ev'iy Foe defy; 
 On Earth it shall our Armour be, 
 Our Glory in the Sky. 
 
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 The Prayer of King Manasses Paraphrased. 
 
 1 A UTHOK of all in Eaith and Sky, 
 
 -^ From whom the Stars derive their Light ; 
 When thou art wroth, the Planets die, 
 And melt as nothing in thy Sight : 
 
 2 Measur'd by thine almighty Hand, 
 
 Unfathom'd Seas of liquid Glass, 
 Obedient, owe thy high Command, 
 
 And keep the Bounds they cannot pass ; 
 
 3 Shut up by their restraining Lord, 
 
 They in their proper Channels flow: 
 Obey Jehovah's sov'reign Word, 
 " Here, and no farther, shall ye go." 
 
 4 Thy Terrors, as a blazing Flame, 
 
 Devour and weigh the Sinner down : 
 The mighty tremble at thy Name, 
 
 And Nations quake beneath thy Frown. 
 
 5 Tremendous as thy Judgments are, 
 
 Thy Pity too no Limit knows : 
 Thine Arm is stretch'd the Meek to spare, 
 And terribly consume thy Foes. 
 
 6 With Shame, great God, I own witli me 
 
 Thy ling'ring Mercy long hath borne. 
 Yet would I not come back to Thee, 
 Proudly refusing to return.
 
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 7 Wlien IVIercy call'd I stopt my Ear ; 
 How did I from the Saviour rove, 
 And, bent ou Death, refuse to hear 
 The Voice of thy inviting Love I 
 
 5 Blind were my Eyes, and Hard my Heart, 
 And proof against thy striving Grace ; 
 I would from thee, my Strength, dei)art. 
 And cease to walk in Wisdom's Ways : 
 
 9 But Lo ! on Tliee I fix my Hope ; 
 Be thou my Friend and Advocate: 
 Gracious Eedeemer, lift me up, 
 And raise me to my first Estat-e. 
 
 10 Faith in thy Merit is thy Gift, 
 
 By which thou dost Backsliders heal: 
 Impart it, gracious Lord, to lift 
 My abject Soul from whence I fell. 
 
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 1 1 T> EPENTAXCE is not for the Just, 
 -L^ Whose Sin already is forgiv'n, 
 Whom thou hast rescu'd from the Lost, 
 
 And number'd with the Heirs of Heav'n : 
 
 1 2 To Sinners, of whom I am Chief, 
 
 Thy healing Promises pertain ; 
 Who fell from Thee through Unbelief, 
 By Faith may be restor'd again. 
 
 l.S Of treble Mercy I have need; 
 
 My Sins have took deep Hold on me: 
 Tn Number they the Grains exceed 
 That form the Margin of the Sea, 
 
 I 1- Meek on the Eaith thy Servant lies, 
 
 And humbly makes his Sorrows known ; 
 Unworthy to lift up my Eyes 
 To Heav'n, my injur d Maker's TbT'onu
 
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 15 Bow'd with my Sense of Sin, I faint 
 
 Beneath the complicated Load ; 
 Father, attend my deep Complaint, 
 I am thy Creature, thou my God! 
 
 16 Tho' I have broke thy righteous Law, 
 
 Yet with me let thy Spirit stay ; 
 Nor from me utterly withdraw, 
 Nor take my Spark of Hope away. 
 
 1 7 Before thine awful Judgment Seat 
 
 My Heart's interior Knee I bow ; 
 Survey my Sins with deep Regret ; 
 
 But thou canst make them white as Snow. 
 
 18 Mercy unlimited is thine, 
 
 God of the Penitent thou art ; 
 The saving Power of Blood divine 
 
 Shall wipe the Anguish from my Heart. 
 
 1 9 Then let not Sin my Euin be. 
 
 Give me in thee my Eest to find : 
 Jesus, the Sick have Need of Thee, 
 The great Physician of Mankind. 
 
 20 In my Salvation, Lokd, display 
 
 The Triumphs of abounding Grace : 
 Tell me my Guilt is done away, 
 
 And turn my Mourning into Praise. 
 
 21 Repriev'd so long from Hell's Abyss 
 
 Thou wilt not hurl me there at last. 
 But cheer me with the Smile of Peace, 
 Nor look at my Offences past. 
 
 22 Then shall I add my feeble Song 
 
 To theirs who chaunt thy Praise on high : 
 And spread, with an immortal Tongiu^, 
 Thy Glory through the echoing Sky.
 
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 VI. 
 
 The xxtli Psalm. 
 
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 T) ELOY'D of God, may Jesus hear 
 -L^ The ardent Breathings of thy Pray'r, 
 
 And cancel thy Transgressions ; 
 Be with thee in Affliction's Day, 
 Piedeem thee from thy Fears, and say 
 
 Amen to thy Petitions ! 
 
 Tliy every Need he will supply; 
 His Saints shall surely find him nigh, 
 
 The God whom they rely on : 
 He will not turn away his Face, 
 But save thee from his Holy Place, 
 
 And send thee Help from Sion. 
 
 Thy feeblest Pray'r shall reach his Throne ; 
 Thy ev'iy I'ang is noted down, 
 
 And thou shalt be forgiven : 
 He loves thee, troubled as thou art ; 
 And all tlie Pantings of thy Heart 
 
 Are treasur'd up in Heaven. 
 
 God is our Triumph in Distress ; 
 His Children's Privilege it is 
 
 To smile at Tribulation : 
 Jesus, to Thee we lift our Voice, 
 By Grace enabled to rejoice 
 
 In Hope of thy Salvation. 
 
 Keady to hear, O Lord, thou art, 
 ]\Iighty to take thy Peojde's Part 
 
 And lielp them in Affliction : 
 Creation kneels to thy Conmiand ; 
 The Saving Sti'cngth of thy liight Hand 
 
 Shall be our sure Protection.
 
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 6 In Chariots some repose their Trust, 
 Of Horses others make their Boast, 
 
 But we in God are stronger : 
 "VVlio on the Arm of Flesh rely, 
 Trembling before our Face shall fly, 
 
 Wlien we shall more than conquer. 
 
 7 Still may the Palm to us be giv'n ; 
 Thy Saints, mighty King of Heav'n, 
 
 Continue to deliver : 
 Support us with thy strength'ning Grace, 
 'Till we, in yon celestial Place, 
 
 Sit down with Thee for ever. 
 
 YII. 
 
 Psal. cxix. Verse 169, to the end. 
 
 1 /"lOISTSIDEE, Lord, my just Complaint ; 
 ^ Wisdom divine is what I want ; 
 From Lack of Knowledge, Loed, I groan : 
 when shall I my God put on ? 
 
 2 O let my Supplication rise 
 
 As Fumes of Incense to the Skies, 
 Enter Jehovah's high Abode, 
 The Presence Chamber of my God ! 
 
 3 When I am truly taught thy Ways 
 Lly Lips shall only speak thy Praise ; 
 My Tongue shaU sing of Thee alone. 
 And teU the Wonders thou hast done. 
 
 4 Assist me in thy Love to stand. 
 And hold me by thy guardian Hand ; 
 Help me to choose the Lot of Grace, 
 The Way of Life, the Path of Peace. 
 
 5 Lord, I have long'd thy Will to know, 
 And, knowing, all thy Will to do ; 
 My Meat and Drink is Thee to please, 
 And know the Saviour as he is.
 
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 6 Tho', as a Sheep, I went astray, 
 And wander'd from thy Holy Way, 
 (The Way that Christ my Master trod, 
 The narrow Way that leads to GoD :) 
 
 7 Sought out by Grace, brought back I am, 
 Sav'd by the Merits of the Lamb : 
 
 And now, Cheist, myself I see, 
 In Adam lost, restor'd in Thee. 
 
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 The cxxi. Psalm. 
 
 1 IVTY Heart, whene'er I lift my Eyes 
 ^^ To Heaven's exalted Sphere, 
 Wing'd with impetuous Ardour, flies. 
 
 To meet Thee in the Air. 
 
 2 Jesus by Faith I ever see. 
 
 Who for the Sinner pleads, 
 And ev'ry Moment look to Thee, 
 From whom my Help proceeds. 
 
 8 The great Artificer of Ileav'n 
 
 My Guard and Keeper is. 
 Who, by his Spirit inly giv'n. 
 Assures me I am His. 
 
 4 Wliere'fir I go he guides my Steps, 
 
 Nor suffers me to fall : 
 Israel's Defence, who never sleeps, 
 Surrounds me as a Wall. 
 
 5 In my Redeemer's watchful Sight 
 
 Secure I ever stand ; 
 My Guard by Day, my Screen by Niglit, 
 My Shield on either Hand, 
 
 6 Knit to my condescending GoD, 
 
 I dwell with tho Supreme ; 
 Nor open Force nor secret Fraud 
 Shall sever me from Him.
 
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 7 His Light, his Peace, his Heav'n is mine, 
 
 And mine his mighty Pow'r : 
 My faithful Sentinel-divine 
 Preserves me ev'ry Hour. 
 
 8 My going out and coming in 
 
 He prospers with Success ; 
 And. while I keep myself from Sin, 
 He'll never love me less. 
 
 IX. 
 
 The cxxxiv. Psalm. 
 
 YE Friends and Followers of God, 
 With Eobes made white in Jesus' Blood, 
 Approach the Throne of Grace : 
 His Temple's hallow'd Court draw nigli, 
 By Day and Night renew the Cry, 
 And sound the Trump of Praise. 
 
 \ With Ardour lift your Hearts and Hands ; 
 In yonder Heav'n Immanuel stands 
 
 To offer up your Pray'rs : 
 From Sion He your Souls shall bless ; 
 Builder of Heav'n and Eartli he is. 
 And dwells above the Stars. 
 
 X. 
 
 The 4;th Chapter of Amos. 
 
 1 \^E Kine of Bashan, who devour 
 
 -*- The Needy and oppress the Poor. 
 Who drown in Wine your banish'd Sense, 
 And drink the Spoil of Violence ; 
 
 2 God by his Holiness hath sworn 
 (The awful God whose Law ye scorn) 
 Your Foes, whom more than Him ye dread. 
 Your destin'd Borders shall invade.
 
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 8 The Lord hatli ratify'd your Doom ; 
 Yourselves and yours lie will consume : 
 Aliens his Instruments shall be 
 To scourge your vile Idolatry. 
 
 4 Your stately Buildings then shall fall ; 
 His Vengeance shall destroy them all : 
 Your Palaces shall be a Prey, 
 
 And Stalls for Oxen in that Day. 
 
 5 Shall guilty Hands and wanton Eyes 
 Be lifted up in Sacrifice ? 
 
 Cease to transgress, and then my Ear 
 Shall meet the Incense of your Pray'r. 
 
 G In vain my Judgments are abroad, 
 Tokens of an offended God ; 
 Nor Wrath nor Mercies can prevail. 
 Nor Love of Heav'n nor Ecar of Hell. 
 
 7 I gave you, in your greatest Need, 
 Cleanness of Teeth, through want of Bread ; 
 Each Eace was pale, and weak each Knee, 
 Yet have ye not return'd to me. 
 
 8 Have I not marr'd the rip'ning Grain 
 With scorching Heat and want of Eain ? 
 And frustrated your rising Hopes 
 
 By wither d Trees and blasted Crops ? 
 
 9 Your Water fail'd, your Wells were dry ; 
 Your Thirst ye could not satisfy : 
 
 Your fainting Cities yet sinn'd on, 
 And drew my fiercer Judgments down. 
 
 10 Your Eigs and Olive Trees I smote, 
 
 Your Vuieyards I consum'd witli Drought ; 
 
 Mildew and l*;dmer-worm.s bi'i'cft. 
 
 The Earth of what the Drought had left.
 
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 11 Contagious Sickness next I sent : 
 (Infatuate Egypt's Punishment) 
 My Fury next in Blood I pour'd, 
 And gave your Children to the Sword. 
 
 12 Horses (the Kuin who can tell?) 
 Promiscuous with their Ptiders fell : 
 Caus'd by their Stench, th' infectious Air 
 Increas'd the Havock of the War. 
 
 13 Obdurate still, ye felt mine Ire 
 Eeveal'd from Heav'n in Plames of Eire : 
 The blazing Ptuin swept away 
 
 Men, Towns, and Cities, in a Day. 
 
 14 But ye my pitying Grace repriev'd, 
 
 As Firebrands from the Burning sav'd ; 
 But ! repriev'd in vain ! for still 
 Ye dare the fiercer Flames of Hell. 
 
 15 Hear then the Message of the Loed, 
 The awful Thunder of his Word ; 
 Since all my Judgments strive in vain 
 To kindle Fear in stubborn Man, 
 
 16 Myself in Judgment shall appear, 
 And call thee, Israel, to my Bar : 
 
 As harden'd Pharoah, blind and proud. 
 Prepare to meet thy hostile God ! 
 
 17 Prepare to meet your dreadful Foe, 
 Omniscient and Almighty too ; 
 
 Wliose Terrors Heav'n and Earth proclaim — 
 The God of Glory is his Name,
 
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 Psalm cxix. Verse 9 to the I7tli. 
 
 1 "YirrHEREWlTH, Saviour, may 
 ^^ A young Man cleanse his "Way? 
 How his rising Passions tame, 
 How be Holy as his Lord ? 
 He his ev'ry Deed must frame 
 By the Model of thy Word. 
 
 2 Thou my Director be, 
 Conduct my Steps to Thee: 
 
 With my Heart I thee have sought ; 
 
 Lord, in me thy Law reveal, 
 Guide me that I wander not, 
 
 Help me to perform thy Will. 
 
 3 I have laid up the Word 
 And Precept of my Lord 
 
 As a precious Pearl within ; 
 
 That my secret Treasure is, 
 My Preservative from Sin : 
 
 All I want lies hid in this. 
 
 4 Happy my Soul shall be 
 When taught, Christ, of thee : 
 
 Led by thee into all Truth, 
 With my lips I shall declare 
 
 All the Judgments of thy Mouth, 
 Tell Mankind how right they are. 
 
 5 Blest in the Saviour's Love, 
 My Treasure is above : 
 
 Sweetly of my GoD possest, 
 Rich in Him, I need no more ; 
 
 Envy not the Miser's Chest, 
 
 Naked, mid'st his Heaps, and P<^or.
 
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 6 My Talk shall ever be, 
 
 Jesus, concerning Thee : 
 Thee I'll Eye in aU I do, 
 
 Ever look to thee my Lord, 
 Keep thy Statutes still in View, 
 
 Guided by the written Word. 
 
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 Psalm cxix. Verses 161, 162, 163, 164, &c., to the 
 
 169th. 
 
 1 "pRIISrCES have persecuted me, 
 
 -t But, Lord, my Trust is still in Thee ; 
 Me from my Hope they sought to move, 
 But oould not stir me from thy Love. 
 
 2 I fly for Eefuge to my Loed, 
 
 Eor Comfort to his healing Word : 
 From Saul my safe Eetreat he is, 
 Aud all the Troublers of my Peace. 
 
 3 Each passing Hour displays his Care ; 
 He saves me from the latent Snare : 
 His Love with Wonder I survey, 
 And praise him seven Times a Day. 
 
 4 Jesus, my Mind from Earth withdraw ; 
 Great Peace have they that love thy Law : 
 No Precept there which thou hast giv'n 
 Is hard to them who strive for Heav'n. 
 
 5 I too have look'd thy Health to see, 
 
 And taste the Peace that comes from thee ; 
 Each inward Lust have strove to kill, 
 And walk in all thy perfect Will. 
 
 6 My Soul hatli lov'd tliy AVays and Tlioe : 
 The Law is Life and Health to me : 
 Exceedingly thy Word I prize, 
 
 The Fund where heav'nly Treasure lies.
 
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 7 Thy Testimonies are my Food, 
 The saving Oracles of God : 
 Studious of them on Earth I'll be, 
 And then fly up to reign with thee. 
 
 XIII. 
 
 Salvation recovered for Ma7i hy Jesus Chkist.- 
 Isaiah lii., 1, 2, 3, 9, 10, 11, 15. 
 
 1 ^lON, awake, put on thy Strength, 
 ^^ Eesume thy beautiful Array; 
 The promis'd Saviour comes at length 
 
 To chase thy Guilt and Grief away : 
 Thee for his Purchase God shall own, 
 And save thee by his dying Son. 
 
 2 Jerusalem, be holy now, 
 
 Satan no more shall dwell in Thee ; 
 Wasli'd from the Sin, and white as Snow, 
 
 Prepare thy God made Man to see ; 
 Prepare Immanuel to behold. 
 And hear his peaceful Message told. 
 
 .3 Sliake off the Dust, arise with speed. 
 Too long hast thou a Ca})tive been ; 
 Redemption's near, lift up thine Head, 
 
 And cast away the Chains of Sin ; 
 Forth from tliy Piison couk;, and shake 
 The Yoke of JJondage from thy Neck. 
 
 4 Tho' ye have sold yourselves for nought, 
 And foi-feited your Claim to Ilcav'n, 
 Accept of proffer'd Love unljought ; 
 Your Treason now is all forgiv'n ; 
 My Blood tlic fallen Race restores. 
 And saves without desert of your's.
 
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 5 Ye desert Places, sing for Joy ; 
 
 Lost Man, your Hymns of Wonder raise ; 
 Let holy Saints invade the Sky, 
 
 And ev'ry Altar flame with Praise : 
 For I, almighty to redeem, 
 Have comforted Jerusalem. 
 
 6 My Arm's made bare for your Defence, 
 
 To save my Church from Satan's Pow'r ; 
 Depart, depart, come out from thence, 
 
 Defile yourselves with Sin no more : 
 Be pure, ye Priests who preach my Word, 
 And bear the Vessels of the Lord. 
 
 7 Look out and see Immanuel come 
 
 A AVorld to sprinkle with his Blood ; 
 He many Nations shall bring home, 
 
 And save them from the Wrath of God : 
 And Earth's remotest Bounds shall see 
 The great Salvation wrought by me. 
 
 XIV. 
 
 The Sth Chapter of Hosea. 
 
 1 OET the loud Ti-umpet to thy Mouth, 
 ^ Let all the final Warning hear ; 
 My everlasting Word of Truth 
 
 To hinh and low alilce declare. 
 
 2 Swift as the rav'nous eagle flies 
 
 And darts, impetuous on her Prey, 
 Shall their victorious Enemies 
 
 Fill Israel's Land with pale Dismay. 
 
 3 Then shall they cr)^ to me in vain ; 
 
 Tho' ask'd with Tears, no Aid I'll grant. 
 Because they did my Words disdain, 
 And trample on my Covenant.
 
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 4 Me for their GoD, they will not have, 
 
 Therefore I give them to the Sword : 
 Your Foes Commission shall receive 
 T' avenge my Quarrel, saith the LoED. 
 
 5 Sin is the God whom they adore, 
 
 And Hell-horn Lusts their Ilulers are : 
 Th' apostate Land shall feel my Pow'r, 
 The Fury of destructive War. 
 
 6 Go, to your Gods, Israel, go ! 
 
 Samaria, to thy Calf apply ! 
 Thy Idols cannot help thee now, 
 Nor save thee when Distress is nigh. 
 
 7 Wlien wilt thou turn to me, thy GoD ? 
 
 When wilt thou seek my injur'd Face ? 
 'Till then my Wrath shall drench in Blood 
 The harden' d, unbelieving Eace. 
 
 8 Ye Fools and Blind, consider this, 
 
 Can they he Gods which Hands have made ?' 
 On you and on your Images 
 I'll hurl the Kuin I have said. 
 
 9 Wlio sow in Sin shall reap in Pain ; 
 
 My Word shall surely come to pass : 
 Unnumber'd Mischiefs yet remain, 
 Th' Avengers of rejected Grace. 
 
 1 T(j punish their Apostacy, 
 
 The Corn shall perish 'ere it rise ; 
 Or what comes up shall only be 
 A Portion for their Enemies. 
 
 1 1 For Israel waxes worse and worse, 
 
 Nor quakes at my tremendous Frown : 
 Famine and War unite their Force 
 To bring a sinful People down.
 
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 12 Before the Heathen Israel flies ; 
 
 His boasted Strength is Weakness found : 
 As when a broken Vessel lies 
 
 Slighted and useless on the Ground. 
 
 Part tlie Second. 
 
 13 TfyPHRAlM is \i^ to Syria gone 
 -'-^ In all the Confidence of Pride : 
 Alas, he goes to War alone, 
 
 Jehovah is not on his Side. 
 
 14 Ephraiin in vain the King of Kings 
 
 With condescending Pity woo'd ; 
 The fatal Love of earthly Things 
 
 Has drawn him from the Love of God. 
 
 1 5 The fierce Invaders to repel, 
 
 Tho' they have foreign Aid obtain'd, 
 Yet shall th' ungrateful Nation feel 
 The Weight of my avenging Hand. 
 
 1 6 Since Ephraim hath disguis'd his Sin 
 
 Beneath Religion's specious Porm, 
 His very Prayer shall be unclean, 
 And hasten, not avert the Storm. 
 
 17 In vain I gave my gracious Law, 
 
 The Treasure of my written Word ; 
 No Beauty there the Wordlings saw, 
 Nor priz'd the Message of the Lord : 
 
 18 "Wherefore their Cry I will not hear. 
 
 Nor yet accept their Sacrifice ; 
 Unpardon'd Sin pollutes their Pray'r, 
 Nor lets it penetrate the Skies. 
 
 1 9 In Lgrfpt they again shall weep ; 
 
 I'll visit their Iniquity : 
 Their Sins I will in Mem'ry keep, 
 Because they have forgotten me.
 
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 20 In vain they fence their Cities round, 
 
 In Forts and Ramparts put tlieir Trust 
 Their lofty Spires shall kiss the Ground, 
 By Light'ning leveFd with the Dust. 
 
 XV. 
 
 The cxxvth. Psalm. 
 
 1 "Yiy HO, Lord, confide in Thee, 
 
 ' * And in thy Faith endure. 
 Shall as Mount Sion be. 
 Immoveable and sure : 
 As Christ their Eock, unshook, unmov'd ; 
 Of God eternally belov'd. 
 
 2 The rising Mountains stand 
 
 Around Jerusalem; 
 So Jah's Almighty Hand 
 
 Guards us who trust in Him : 
 We never will of Safety doubt 
 While God shall compass us about. 
 
 3 Ye Souls who stand in God, 
 
 Whom Jesus' Blood hath bought, 
 The guilty Sinner's Eod 
 
 Shall never be your Lot ; 
 Ye shall not fall, upheld by Grace, 
 Nor put your Hands to Wickedness. 
 
 4 Tlie Good and Pure in Heart 
 
 Jehovah will delend ; 
 AVill not from them depart, 
 
 But love them to the End : 
 He will do well, Saints, to you, 
 Tlie Lord will never let you go. 
 
 5 But such as will forsake 
 
 The happy I'ath of Peace, 
 Deceivers that turn back
 
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 To their own AVickedness, 
 The doubled Wrath of God shaU feel, 
 And sink unpardon'd into HelL 
 
 6 While they who hear his Call, 
 
 And plead a Saviour's Blood, 
 Shall reign in Joy with all 
 
 The ransom'd ones of GoD : 
 Peace upon Israel shall come, 
 To endless Glory gather'd home. 
 
 XVI. 
 Mattlmo vi., 9, 10, 11, 12, 13. 
 
 ■ 1 /^UE holy Father, aU thy WiU 
 ^ We fain would perfectly fulfil ; 
 But each hast left thy Law undone, 
 Unworthy to be call'd thy Son. 
 
 2 Who art in Heav'n, enthron'd on high. 
 Diffusing Glory through the Sky ; 
 Eeigning above, on Earth rever'd. 
 
 By Sauits belov'd, by Sinners fear'd. 
 
 3 For ever hallow'd be thy Name, 
 
 The unknown God, the bright I AM ; 
 At which sera])hic Choirs, and all 
 The Hosts of Heaven, prostrate fall. 
 
 4 Thy Kingdom come, ev'n now we wait 
 Thy Glory to participate : 
 
 Rule in our Hearts, unrival'd reign, 
 Nor e'er withdraw thyself again. 
 
 5 Thy Will, thy Law, thy Precept giv'n. 
 Be done on earth as 'tis in Heav'n : 
 Faithful as Angels, fain would Ave 
 With cover'd Faces wait on Thee.
 
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 6 Great God, on whom the Eaveus cry 
 For Sustenance, our Wants supply : 
 Give us this Day, and evermore, 
 Our daily Bread from Hour to Hour. 
 
 7 Forgive whate'er we do amiss, 
 Our wilful Sins and Trespasses, 
 As we forgive (reward us thus) 
 All them that trespass against us. 
 
 8 And lead us not by Bounty's Tide 
 Into Temptation, Lust, or Pride : 
 But what by Mercy we obtain, 
 Let Pow'r omnipotent restrain. 
 
 9 And ! deliver us, thine own. 
 From Evil and the Evil one, 
 
 A\Qio fain his Darts in us would sheathe, 
 And bind us with the Chains of Death. 
 
 1 Thou, Lord, canst vanquish his Design, 
 Thine is the Kingdom, only thine : 
 The Pow'r, th' eternal Majesty, 
 And Glory, appertain to thee. 
 
 XVIL 
 
 The Ixiii Psalm. 
 
 1 /~\ God, my God thou art, 
 ^^ My Father too by Grace : 
 
 I dare not from my Hope depart, 
 Or cease to seek thy Face : 
 
 My thirsty S])irit pants 
 Thy Plenitude to prove, 
 And comprehend, with all thy Saints, 
 The Fulness of thy Love. 
 
 2 In this dry, barren Land, 
 Where Water is not found, 
 
 I fain would fly to thy llight Hand, 
 Where living Streams abound :
 
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 Thee, Thee I long to know, 
 Athii-st for God I am, 
 And come to thee as needy now 
 As when at first I came. 
 
 8 Tliy Glory and thy Pow'r 
 
 T long again to see, 
 To have again, as heretofore, 
 Sweet Fellowship with thee ; 
 
 Again to feel thy Peace, 
 Again thy Name to Praise, 
 Better than Life thy Favour is. 
 To all that know thy Grace. 
 
 4- With persevering Hope 
 Thy Mercy 111 proclaim, 
 My Hands in steady Faith lift up, 
 And magnify thy Name : 
 
 Thy Praises I'll reveal, 
 'Till I from Earth remove, 
 IMy Mouth with joyful Lips shall tell 
 The Wonders of thy Love. 
 
 Part the Second. 
 
 5 OURELY I Eeason have 
 
 ^ On thee, my God, to trust ; 
 ^ly Life thou liftest from the Grave, 
 My Spirit from the Dust : 
 
 Thy Grace and boundless Might 
 My Theme by Day shall be. 
 My Glory in the silent Night 
 To meditate on thee. 
 
 (> My Succour thou hast been 
 When ev'ry Helper i'ail'd, 
 Or I, e're now, had fell by Sin, 
 And Satan had prevail'd ;
 
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 My Soul, recleem'd from Death, 
 To thee her Off' ring brings. 
 And hides her helpless Head beneath 
 The Covert of thy Wings. 
 
 7 Thou keep'st my steady Feet 
 In thy appointed Eoad; 
 
 By all the Pow'rs of Hell beset, 
 I follow after God: 
 
 In Jesus I am safe, 
 My Castle of Eesort ; 
 His Hand is both my Shield and Staff, 
 My Shelter and Support. 
 
 8 The Men who seek to tread 
 Thy faithful People down, 
 
 And persecute, in them, their Head, 
 And crucify thy Son, 
 
 Thou, Lord, will surely foil 
 In thy avenging Day, 
 And give their Bodies for a Spoil 
 To ev'ry Beast of Prey. 
 
 9 P>ut me, and all who love 
 Thy Worship and thy Ways, 
 
 Thou far from Danger wilt remove, 
 And hide lis in thy Place : 
 
 Wlio speak the Words of Truth, 
 Thou, Lord, on them shalt smile, 
 But thou wilt stop the Liar's Mouth, 
 And slay the Sons of Guile.
 
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 XVIII. 
 
 Psalm cxix. From the ^\st Verse to the 49^/i. 
 
 1 T ET thy loving Mercy, Lord, 
 -*^ Come also unto me ; 
 Now, according to thy Word, 
 
 My present Saviour he : 
 XJnhelievers then no more 
 
 Shall against my Hope hlaspheme ; 
 Forc'd to own, " the mighty PoVr 
 
 " Of God hath rescu'd Hun." 
 
 2 In thy Word my Trust I place, 
 
 And humhly urge my Claim, 
 'Till I of thy saving Grace 
 
 A livincj Witness am : 
 Give, me. Lord, thyself to know, 
 
 I shall then thy Law fulfil, 
 Wallv in all Things here below 
 
 According to thy Will. 
 
 3 Seeking now in stedfast Faith 
 
 I wait a Word from Thee ; 
 Bring my Feet into the Path 
 
 Of perfect Liberty ; 
 Then, when I the Path have found, 
 
 Unasham'd thy Truth I'll shew: 
 Kings shall hear the joyful Sound, 
 
 And seek Salvation too. 
 
 4 My Delight is in thy Word 
 
 Which I have lov'd of old ; 
 Dearer is thy Promise, Lord, 
 
 To me than Mines of Gold : 
 Up to Thee my Hands I lift 
 
 'Till I of thy Grace receive ; 
 Give the never-changing Gift, 
 
 Thy full Eedemption give.
 
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 XIX.* 
 
 A CONTEMPLATION. 
 
 Suggested by Rev. vii., 9 — 17. 
 
 T SAW, and lo ! a countless throng, 
 
 • -^ Th' Elect of ev'ry Nation, Name, and Tongue, 
 Assembled round the everlasting Throne ; 
 
 With Robes of White endu'd 
 
 (The Righteousness of God) ; 
 
 And each a Palm sustain'd 
 
 In his victorious Hand ; 
 When thus the bright melodious Choir begun : 
 
 " Salvation to thy Name, 
 
 " Eternal God, and co-eternal Lamb, 
 " In Pow'r, in Glory, and in Essence, One ! " 
 
 So sung the Saints. Th' angelic Train 
 Second the Anthem with a loud Amen 
 
 (These in the outer Circle stood, 
 
 The Saints were nearest God) ; 
 And prostrate fall, with Glory' overpow'r'd, 
 
 And hide their Faces with their Wings, 
 
 And thus address the King of Kings : 
 
 "All hail, by thy triumphant Church ador'd ! 
 '■ Blessing and Thanks and Honour too 
 " Are thy supreme, thy everlasting Due, 
 
 " Our Triune Sov' reign, our propitious Lord!" 
 
 While I beheld th' amazing Sight, 
 A Seraph pointed to the Saints in WTiite, 
 Andtoldme who they were, and wlience they came : 
 " These are they, whose Lot below 
 Was Persecution, Pain, and Woe : 
 These are the chosen purchas'd Flock, 
 Who ne'er their Lord forsook : 
 Through his imputed Merit free from Blame ; 
 Redeemed from ev'ry Sin ; [made clean, 
 
 And, as thou seest, whose Garments were 
 Wash'd in the Blood of yon exalted Lamb. 
 
 • Thia poem was revised in after years; we give the later version.
 
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 Sav'd by his Eigliteousness alone, 
 Spotless they stand before the Throne, 
 
 And in th' etherial Temple chant his Praise : 
 Himself among tliein deigns to dwell, 
 And Face to Face his Light reveal: 
 Hunger and Thirst, as heretofore, 
 And Pain, and Heat, they know no more, 
 
 Kor need, as once, the Sun's proliiic Eays. 
 Immanuel, here, his People feeds. 
 To Streams of Joy perennial leads, [Face. 
 
 And wipes, for ever wipes, the tears from cv'ry 
 
 Happy the Souls releas'd from Fear, 
 And safely landed there ! 
 Some of the shining Number, once, I knew, 
 And travell'd with them here : 
 Nay, some (my elder Brethren now) 
 Set later out for Heav'n ; my junior Saints, below : 
 Long after me, they heard the Call of Grace 
 Which wak'd them unto Ptighteousness. 
 How have they got beyond ! 
 Converted last, yet first with Glory crown" d '. 
 Little, once, I thought that these 
 
 Would first the Summit gain, [tlie Plain. 
 And leave me far behind, slow journeying through 
 
 Lov'd while on Earth; nor less belov'd, I ho' gone 
 
 Think not I envy you your Crown : 
 No ; if I could, I would not call you down. 
 Tho' slower is my Pace, 
 To you I'll follow on. 
 Leaning on Jesus all the Way, 
 Who, now and then, lets fall a Pay 
 Of Comfort from his Throne. 
 The Shinings of his Grace 
 Soften my Passage thro' the Wildernef^s, 
 And Vines, nectareous, spring where Briers grew: 
 The sweet Unveil ings of his Face 
 ake me, at times, near half as blest as vou.
 
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 0, might liis Beauty feast my ravisli'J Eyes, 
 His gladd'ning Presence ever stay, 
 And cheer me all my Journey thro' ! 
 
 But soon the Clouds return; my Triumph dies; 
 
 Damp Vapours from the Valley rise, 
 
 And hide the Hill at Sion from my View. 
 
 Spirit of Light ; thrice holy Dove, 
 Brighten my Sense of Int'rest in tliat Love 
 Which knew no Birth, and never shall expire ! 
 Electing Goodness, firm and free, 
 My whole Salvation hangs on thee. 
 Eldest and fairest Daughter of Eternity. 
 Eedemption, Grace, and Glory too. 
 Our Bliss al)ove, and hopes below, 
 From her, their Parent-Fountain flow. 
 Ah, tell me, Lord, that thou hast chosen me! 
 Thou, who liast kindled my intense desire. 
 Fulfil the Wish thy Influence did inspire. 
 
 And let me my Election know ! piigher, 
 
 Then, when thy Summons bids me come uji 
 
 Well pleas'd I shall from Life retire, [noM. 
 
 And join the burning Hosts, belield at distance 
 
 The xvth Psalm. 
 
 1 WTIIO. Lord, thy glorious Face sliall see, 
 
 * ' And reign eternally with Thee ? 
 The Man wliose ev'ry AVord and Thought 
 Ls modcU'd as his Saviour taught : 
 
 2 Whose courteous Lips and guiltless IMouth, 
 Like His, are lull of Grace and Truth ; 
 Whose cautious, inofl'ensive Tongue 
 Abhors to do his Neighbour wrong :
 
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 3 Of Saints opprest tlie Part he'll take, 
 And love them for their Master's Sake : 
 Himself impartial to condemn, 
 And lowly in his own Esteem : 
 
 4. True to his Promise and his Trust, 
 Strictly and uniformly just : 
 Wiiose righteous Hands a Bribe abhor, 
 Xor take advantage of the Poor. 
 
 o Whoever thus his Loed oljeys. 
 Holy, like Him, in all his Ways, 
 Shall never share the Sinner's*' Doom, 
 Xor into Condemnation come. 

 
 HYMNS 
 
 OF 
 
 INVITATION, 
 
 Hob. iv. 7. — Again, 7te Umilctk a certain Day, sayiny in DavicL 
 - — To Day if ye will hear his Voice, harden not your Hearts. 
 
 I. 
 
 SINNER, come up with me, 
 Here fix thy weeping Eye: 
 Ascend, in Heart to Calvary, 
 And see Immanuel die. 
 
 2 O batlie with Magdalen 
 His sacred Feet with Tears : 
 B}- Faith embrace thy Master slain 
 With Sorrow great as Hers. 
 
 C)' 
 
 :i Tlie Victim hied for thee, 
 Slight not his dying Cries : 
 The precious Blood he shed must be 
 Thy Passport to the Skies, 
 
 4 tany not, make Haste , 
 Ensure thy Claim to Heav'n : 
 Up! trim thy Lani])! Love much, who hast 
 So much to be ibrgiv'n !
 
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 II. 
 
 •L 
 
 ISTEN" ! the Saviour calls to thee, 
 He bids thee to a Feast : 
 " Ye weary Sinners, come to Me, 
 "And I will give you Kest." 
 
 2 Thy Maker speaks, incline your Ear, 
 
 Thou can'st not hear Enough ! 
 The Joys of Heav'n to Earth prefer, 
 And turn at his Eeproof 
 
 3 The dying God his Call repeats 
 
 To leave the Path of Sin ; 
 And Wisdom, standing at her Gates, 
 Invites thee to come in. 
 
 4 How long shall Jesus be denied, 
 
 And Mercy plead in vain ? 
 His Spirit will not ever chide. 
 Nor always strive with Man. 
 
 .5 Come, and his Glory thou shalt know. 
 And Live if thou Obey : 
 Behold th' accepted Time is now. 
 And this Salvation's Day. 
 
 6 Ev'n now he stands to make thee clean, 
 
 His choicest Gifts to give. 
 He waits to save thee from thy Sin, 
 And bids thee now Believe. 
 
 7 Believe, and thou shalt surely feel 
 
 The Bliss of Sin forgiv'n ; 
 Be rescu'd from the Eeai- of Hell, 
 And take thy Seat in Heav'n.
 
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 III. 
 
 1 T7"E Servants of AVoe, 
 
 -■- Whom Satan hath bouiul, 
 The Father for yon 
 
 A Ransom liatli found : 
 Witliout A'ariation 
 
 His Word is the Same, 
 And offers Salvation 
 
 Throuji;h Faith in the Lamb. 
 
 2 Ivt'demption from Sin 
 
 This Moment receive ; 
 No longer Unclean, 
 
 In Jesus Believe : 
 God's inlinite Anger 
 
 Ye then shall not feel ; 
 He frees vou from Dancfcr 
 
 And saves yon from Hell. 
 
 3 To Jesus make Haste, 
 
 Accept your Eelease ; 
 Come, Simier, and taste 
 
 How gracions he is : 
 His lilood fnlly cleanses, 
 
 He shed it for thee, 
 And bore thy Offences 
 
 When naiVd to the Tree. 
 
 4 That thou mightcst claim 
 
 An Heav'nly Crown, 
 He went as a Lamb 
 
 His Life to lay down : 
 The Victim was offer'd, 
 
 And pour'd out his Blood ! 
 The Guiltless hath suffcr'd. 
 
 To ])\iu<' us to God.
 
 Hi/nms of Invitation. 103 
 
 Ev'u now he invites 
 
 Each Sinner to prove, 
 Tlie endless Delights 
 
 Tliat tiow from his Love : 
 To lift us to Heaven 
 
 Our Advocate stands ; 
 The Nails have engraven 
 
 A World on his Hands. 
 
 IV. 
 
 For the Sacrament. 
 
 1 "FjItAW near with Faith, ye doubting Souls, 
 -*-^ 'Tis the Redeemer calls you Home : 
 
 His Blood invites all Sinners here, 
 And cries, incessant, " there is Eoom." 
 
 2 This, as Himself Commandment left, 
 
 In ]\Iem'ry of his Sutt"rings do : 
 Yield up to Hiin your grateful Hearts, 
 Who gave his own to bleed for you. 
 
 3 See your inviting Saviour stands, 
 
 Able and willing to redeem : 
 He offers you abundant Life, 
 
 And bids you freely come to Him. 
 
 •i Accept at this all-gracious Time, 
 
 The Chaiter of your Sins forgiv'n : 
 Gird up your Loins, forego the'WcnId, 
 And, leaving Earth, ascend to Heav'n. 
 
 5 Renew your Covenant with God, 
 Proclaim eternal War with Sin ; 
 See there, Aour Lord's extended Arms 
 Are open to receive you iiL 
 
 G This, his last Legacy of Ix)ve, 
 
 With humble Thankfulness receive : 
 He came, he died — for us Himself 
 He gave, and more he could not give.
 
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 7 Bare ev'iy Foe, press through the CrowJ ; 
 
 Your Saviour's Promise call to ^Miud : 
 Still keep the Way that leads to God, 
 N"or dread the Frowns of all Mankind. 
 
 8 The' ev'ry Step is pav'd with Snares, 
 
 Yet will we to the Skies press on. 
 And trust each other's Face to see 
 
 When gather'd round our Father's Throne. 
 
 1 
 
 V. 
 
 YOUR Lamps, ve foolish Virgins, trim, 
 While it is call'd to-I)ay ; 
 Arise, the flying Hours redeem. 
 
 Sleep not, but Watch and Pray: 
 Nor proft'er'd Mercy thus refuse, 
 A Moment is too much to lose. 
 
 2 Slack not, hut beg to be forgiv'n, 
 
 Before your Lot is cast. 
 Lest, while ye slightly aim at Heav'n, 
 
 Ye miss the Mark at last : 
 Accept, wliile God tlie Oft'er makes, 
 And climb the Eock that never shakes. 
 
 3 Why sbonld terrestrial Things engross 
 
 Th' aifections due to GoD ? 
 Creak off your Sins, tlie deadly Foes 
 
 That shed Jehovah's Blood : 
 From Sodom flee, escape its Pains, 
 A\'hile yet your Day of Grace remains. 
 
 4 Fall at his Feet with humble Fear, 
 
 And he sliall bid you rise, 
 Shall change your guilty Nature liei^e, 
 
 And fit you for the Skies : 
 This is his Will concerning you, 
 Tluit where he is ye may be too.
 
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 5 Hath Satan giv'n a sleeping Draught, 
 
 And so become your Lord ? 
 Or has he shot a poison'd Shaft, 
 
 And are your Wounds uncur'd ? 
 To Jesus fly, the li\dng Stream, 
 And find your Antidote in Him. 
 
 6 Still, should he seem to hide his Face, 
 
 The Pray'r of Faith repeat ; 
 He surely will display his Grace, 
 
 And make the Cure complete : 
 Shall cause you in his Ways to stand, 
 Then seat you at his own right Hand. 
 
 VI. 
 
 To Mr. S. :M. 
 
 1 "ITTITH eager Haste let others strive 
 
 ^^ To keep the Joys of Sense alive. 
 Neglecting those of Heav'n : 
 But let my Friend, with Views sublime, 
 Know that his Talents and his Time 
 For nobler Ends were giv'n. 
 
 2 Superior to tlic'tr Pleasures live ; 
 To Jesus look and wisely give 
 
 Your blooming Hours to Him : 
 Thy Care to shun his dread Keproof, 
 While others deem it Wit to scoff. 
 
 Politeness to Blaspheme. 
 
 o Defy their Frown, their Smile despise, 
 Look upwards to the radiant Prize 
 
 That waits the Saints above : 
 With zealous Faith pursue the Lamb ; 
 An Int'rest in his Merit claim, 
 
 An Int'rest in his Love.
 
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 4 Higli on a rrecipice we go, 
 And ev'ry Breath we draw below 
 
 With Danger pregnant is : 
 Yet, trifling as our Moments seem, 
 Our endless State depends on Them, 
 
 Eternal Woe or Bliss. 
 
 5 Up, then, my Friend, pursue thy Way ; 
 Short is Life's momentary Day; 
 
 And Night is coming on : 
 We shall not, in our final Hour, 
 Complain we made our Pardon sure 
 
 Or knew our GoD too soon. 
 
 G Did ISToNCK repeat his happy Choice, 
 When Death, with unexpected Voice, 
 
 Pronounc'd his Call to Heav'n ? 
 How dreadful liad the Summons lj(>en 
 If it had found him still in Sin, 
 
 Unholy, unforgiv'n ? 
 
 7 Young as thou art, thou too mayst fall 
 His early Prey who conquers all, 
 
 Arrested in thy Bloom : 
 Say, could'st thou run thy Lord to meet, 
 Willi Jov thy Soul to him connnit. 
 
 The P>ody to the Toml) ? 
 
 S While Jesus here thy Virtue tries, 
 May Sin, with its delusive Joys, 
 Far from thy Breast be driv'n : 
 Untasted pass Earth's Follies by, 
 And, fill'd with GoD, may'st tliou and T 
 Walk Hand in Hand to Heav'n ! 

 
 Rymns of In vitation. 107 
 
 YIL 
 
 Life and Immortality hroiujld to Light hy the Gospel. 
 
 1 TTOW blest am 1 1 no Snare I fear 
 
 -'--*- AVhile Jesus keeps his Dwelling here : 
 His Presence chases Death away, 
 Enliv'ning with continual Day. 
 
 2 By Satan's Eage I stand unshook, 
 My Hopes are founded on a Rock : 
 Cheist is the Stone on which I build, 
 My Castle, Guardian, Helmet, Shield ! 
 
 3 ye, who ransack Vice for Bliss, 
 Draw near and taste how good he is : 
 Your Pardon thankfully receive, 
 Eat of tlie Tree of Life and live. 
 
 4 Xo longer flaming Seraphs ward. 
 
 Or stand the hallo w'd Fruit to guard ; 
 Your Saviour's Death broke down the Wall ; 
 Then hear Him, and obey his Call. 
 
 5 Returning Sinner, why afraid ? 
 
 Dry up thy Tears, thy Ransom's ])aid : 
 
 Jesus lu-oclaims thy Liberty, 
 
 AVho died to purchase Life for Thee. 
 
 G Empty'd of all ^c//-Rigliteousness, 
 By Faith assume and put on His : 
 Tlie Crown by Him so dearly bought, 
 Costs the believing Sinner nought. 
 
 S 
 
 Yin. 
 
 To Mr. E. W. March, 1757. 
 
 OLDIER of the Living God, 
 SteAvard of tlic mystic Word, 
 Use the Gifts by Him bestow'd 
 
 To the Honour of thy Lord : 
 Free thou did'st from Him receive, 
 Man of God as freely give.
 
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 2 Clad with Zeal as witli a Cloak, 
 
 Boldly urge thy rapid Way ; 
 Hooted, grounded in the Eock, 
 
 Faithful in the trying Day: 
 Stand in Jesus thine Abode, 
 Safely hid with Hiiu in GoD, 
 
 3 In Immanuel's Strength go fortli, 
 
 AVrestle with Contempt and Shame ; 
 Dare the feeble Sons of Earth, 
 
 Conquer in his saving Xanie : 
 March with Jesus for thy Guide, 
 Go, for God is on thy Side ! 
 
 4 Bear the Standard of the Lord, 
 
 Fight thy Captain's Ikttles well ; 
 By the Spirit's two-edged Sword 
 
 >ut to flight the Hosts of Hell : 
 Single thou thy Foes shalt chase, 
 Arm'd with all the Strength of Grace. 
 
 5 Satan and the World may join, 
 
 Hell and Death ^\•ith thou engage, 
 Thou art strong in Strength Divine, 
 
 Safe amidst their blackest Frown. 
 Jesus shall thy Soul confiiin, 
 Lift thee up above the Storm. 
 
 G Vainly shall the blinded Crew 
 
 Strive thy Progress to withstand ; 
 Thee they never shall subdue, 
 
 Guarded by the Saviours Hand : 
 God hath said concerning Thee, 
 "As tliy Day thy Strength shall be." 
 
 7 But if Jesus .shoubl depart, 
 For a Season cease to smile,
 
 Hymn^ of Invitatio7i. lO'J 
 
 Proving what is in thine Heart, 
 Leave thee to thyself a while, 
 He agam thy Stay will prove, 
 Bear thee in his Arms of Love. 
 
 8 Wlien thou dost in secret Pray'r 
 
 Find a ready, free Access, 
 "When thou tellest all thy Care 
 
 Sweetly at the Throne of Grace, 
 'Me to Jesus then commend, 
 Think upon thy distant Friend ! 
 
 9 Fix on Christ thy single Eye, 
 
 His he thine, and all thou art ; 
 Ev'ry Moment keep Him nigh. 
 
 Never from his Side depart : 
 This thy sure and constant Aim, 
 Enoc]tAike, to wallv with Him. 
 
 10 Dauntless thou his Word proclaim. 
 
 Tell his ]\[essage to ]\Iankind ; 
 Bid them, in thy blaster's Name, 
 
 Take the Pearl for them desiun'd ; 
 Tell them Jesus will redeem 
 All that come to God by Him. 
 
 1 1 Faithful to thy sacred Trust, 
 
 Tlius from Strength to Strength go on : 
 Stay the AVcak, bring back the Lost, 
 
 Labour till thy Work is done : 
 Fight and Conquer, end the Strife. 
 Then assume Eternal Life.
 
 OCCASIONAL PIECES 
 
 ON THE 
 
 DEATH OF FRIENDS. 
 
 Whosoever liceth and believeth in me shall Jiever die. J'jhu xi. 2'>. 
 -Quid sibi Saxa cavata, 
 
 Quid pitlchra vohutt Monnmenta, 
 Niai quod Ites credltur illis 
 Non mortua, sed data Somno? 
 
 Pkud. 
 
 Epitaph on Mrs. E. E. 
 
 IF Candour, ^rerit, Sense, or Virtue dies, 
 E(^;i(ler, 1)eneatli tliy Eeet dead Virtue lies, 
 Yet still she lives, if Winlli can etennze : 
 Lives, far above the Reaeh of Deatli : ]>ut wliere ? 
 In Heav'n, and ev'ry Heart that knew lier here. 
 Vain are Encomiums ; Praise is idly s])ent 
 On them whose Actions are their Monument. 
 Thrice sacred Tomb, be loyal to thy Trust, 
 And guard, 'till Christ revives her liallow'd Dust : 
 Tlien, as a faithful Steward, safe restore 
 The precious Treasure thou must kcej) no more.
 
 On the Death of Friends. Ill 
 
 II, 
 
 Epitaph on Mr. G. Walton. 
 
 1 'pHE Debt of Nature I have paid, 
 -*- Which tliou must shortly pay : 
 To learn Instruction from the Dead, 
 
 Thou breathing Taper, stay. 
 
 2 Swifter than Thought thy Years depart, 
 
 i\Iy Verse proclaims their Haste : 
 A IMoment nearer Death thou art 
 Than when you read the last. 
 
 3 Soon must thy Earth to Earth be giv'n. 
 
 Soon must thou disappear : 
 Say, Reader, is thy Heart in Heav'n, 
 And is thy Treasure there ? 
 
 4 Like Thee tlie prostrate Dead I view'd. 
 
 While in the Flesh detain'd : 
 How ditier we ? Thou'rt on the Road, 
 I've reached my Journey's End. 
 
 III. 
 On the Death of Mr. T. 'M 
 
 O WEET Youth, sleep calmly on, 
 
 ^ For, lo ! thy AVork is done; 
 Sleep, M-hile Flow'rs thy CJrave surr(juiid, 
 
 Screen it with their verdant shade, 
 Car])et the enamel'd Ground, 
 
 Mark the Place where thou art laid. 
 
 Let Nature, Day by Day, 
 
 Her Flow'ry Tribute i)ay : 
 Clad with unaccnstnm'd Bloom 
 
 Let the sacred Earth appear; 
 By the Verdure of thy Tomb, 
 
 Shew that thou art slumb'ring there.
 
 112 Poems mi Sacred Subjects. 
 
 3 The Grave docs but secure 
 And make thy Glory sure : 
 
 Find in this thy safe Eetreat 
 
 From the Rage of Fiends and Men, 
 
 Call'd to take thine early Seat 
 With the Saviour at Eighteen ! 
 
 4 Learned, yet sweetly mild, 
 :Mcek as a little Child ; 
 
 To thy Maker's AVill resign'd, 
 Blest witli plain Simplicity : 
 
 All the Saviour's humble Mind, 
 Gentlest Wisdom shone in Thee, 
 
 5 Arm'd with Immanuel's Name, 
 He more tlian overcame : 
 
 Strengthen'd in the inner Man, 
 Fill'd with all the Spirit's IMight ; 
 
 Borne on Wings of outward Pain 
 To the peaceful Eealms of Light, 
 
 Try'd to tlie utmost here, 
 
 Wt' liail Him enter'd there : 
 He with Foes unnumber'd strove, 
 
 Forc'd his glorious Passage througli 
 Finisli'd all the Work of Love, 
 
 Giv'n Him by God to do. 
 
 7 And shall thy Friends lament. 
 Or mourn thy blest Ascent? 
 
 Grieve that tliou hast conqiu-rVl Death, 
 Took Possession of thy Throne ? 
 
 Nay ! but let them wear thy Wreath, 
 Make thy Heav'nly Joys their own ! 
 
 8 Forbid your tears to How, 
 Grief were unfriendly now : 
 
 Wee] ling Throng, remain assur'd 
 liighteous is the AVill of GoD ; 
 
 Say, with Ali, '"Tis the Lokd, 
 
 "Let him do as seems him good !"
 
 On the Death of Friends. 113 
 
 9 He is not Dead, but Sleeps, 
 
 Th' eternal Sabbath keejas ; 
 Elevate above the Sky, 
 
 "Waits on his etherial King : 
 Heav'nly Hymns his Voice employ, 
 
 Such as brightest Angels sing. 
 
 10 Would ye his Bliss attain, 
 And see your Friend again ? 
 
 At his high Perfection aim, 
 
 Manfully your Foes resist : 
 Be ye Followers of Him, 
 
 Even as he follow'd Cheist. 
 
 1 1 His Footsteps meekly trace, 
 And run a faithful Kace : 
 
 Imitate the Saint ye mourn, 
 
 Then, like Him, from Earth retire ; 
 
 From the World by Seraphs Ijorne, 
 Meet Him in the upper Choir. 
 
 12 Shall I with Him appear 
 
 In heav'nly Mansions there ? 
 Jesus, bear me safe beneath 
 
 Through a World of Sin and Strife : 
 jNIake me faithful unto Death, 
 
 Then bestow the Crown of Life ! 
 
 IV. 
 
 On the Death of Mrs. F. T. June 3, 17o4.. 
 
 Heb. iv. 9. There rcmaineth tJcerefore a Rest to 
 the People of God. 
 
 1 npHE Robes of Liglit our Sister wears, 
 -■- Which emulate the Sun, 
 Should cause us to suspend our Tears, 
 And make our Anthems rival theirs 
 Wlio stand before the Throne.
 
 1 l-i Poems Oil Sacred Stthjccts. 
 
 2 Glory to Him whoso Love constrains, 
 
 And saves ns by his Blood : 
 By A'^irtne of his dying Pains 
 She finds the Rest that still remains 
 
 For ev'ry Child of GoD. 
 
 3 In fiery Trials Day by Day 
 
 Unshaken did she stand : 
 To Glory sweetly made her Way, 
 ^feek and resign'd, as passive Clay 
 
 In her great Potter's Hand. 
 
 4 Her Woes their Period have found, 
 
 They cannot now enslave, 
 Nor come where endless Joys abound, 
 Nor haunt her peaceful Soul beyond 
 
 The Limit of the Grave. 
 
 5 Victorious she assumes the AVreath 
 
 For Con([uerors design'd. 
 The End of persevering Faith ; 
 And leaves her Cares, releas'd by Death, 
 
 Eternally behind. 
 
 C No more, by Satan's Rage pursued, 
 
 Affliction shaft thou see ; 
 Secure of Heav'n for thine Abode, 
 Blest with the Presence of thy GoD 
 
 To all Eternity. 
 
 7 The Happy Cliange that life deny'd. 
 
 Assisting Death aifbrds ; 
 Behold her at Immanuel's Side, 
 Unuttei'ably glorify 'd, 
 
 Innuutal)ly the "Lokd's ! 
 
 <S () may we too maintain our Ground, 
 From Faitli to Faith go on ! 
 At the last Day in Christ be found. 
 And form tlu; Circles tliat surround 
 His everlasting Throne !
 
 On the Death of Friends. 115 
 
 V. 
 
 On the Death of the Right HonouraUe AVilliani, 
 J^aii of HaiTiiigtoii. Dec. 9. 1756. 
 
 HOW shall my Pen, with proper Force, reveal 
 The Grief in vain I labour to conceal ? 
 Where shall my Muse at Stanhope's Praise begin, 
 Too great for Speech, too vast to keep within ? 
 Assist, dread Mcliiomenc, my Design, 
 That solemn Energy may fill each Line : 
 Aid me to sing the Honours of his Name 
 In Terms proportion'd to so great a Theme ! 
 
 Britain, weep on ; let Floods with Floods combine, 
 AVhile fair Hihernia adds her Tears to thine : 
 That faithful Partner renders Groan for Groan, 
 Partakes thy Pangs, nor lets thee weep alone. 
 
 Tho' France no more shall suffer by his Steel, 
 The Blows receiv'd she will for ever feel ; 
 Her Envy and her Terror once who stood, 
 No more shall dye his Sword in Gallic Blood : 
 Yet ev'n in Death a Conrpi'ror he a])pears. 
 Exchanging Laurels for a Diadem of Stars. 
 
 Yes, Harrington : Methinks I see thee rise, 
 L"''pl)orne, to Glory on the I'eople's Sighs : 
 As widow'd Sisters, lo 1 in awful State 
 Three sympathizing Kingdoms wail thy Fate, 
 With martial Heat who formerly wert tir'd, 
 Aljroad tremendous, and at Home admir'd ; 
 Astonish'd Thee, Britannia's Foes beheld, 
 Wise in the Senate, di'cadful in the Field, 
 True to thy ]Monarch, jtnulent, cautious, just. 
 And faithful to thy each important Trust.
 
 116 Poems on Sacred Snhjects. 
 
 When England's great Affairs on tliee were laid, 
 Thy Wisdom shone, thy Conduct was display'd: 
 So Palms, the more weigh'd down, the higher rise. 
 And shoot their loaded Branches to the Skies. 
 Live then for ever, take th' unfading Wreath, 
 And look with Scorn on Courts and Things beneath ; 
 While British Chronicles and hi2,h Eenown 
 Embalm the Name of deathless Harrington. 
 
 VI. 
 
 On the Death of Mr. Enoch Williams. August, 1757. 
 
 Gen. v. 24. And Enoch walked with God. He 
 loas not, for GoD took Him. 
 
 1 TTEAEKEN ! the Saviour's Voice at last 
 -^-^ Invites his Suff'rer home. 
 
 And tells thee all tliy Toil is past. 
 But thy Keward is come. 
 
 2 'Till nieet for Bliss on Earth detain' d, 
 
 The Conquest thou hast won ; 
 Through much Temptation, thou hast gain'd 
 The Prize, and reach'd the Crown. 
 
 3 While shouting Angels chaunt their Joys, 
 
 And tune their Notes the higher. 
 And clap their Wings, for O ! thy Voice 
 Is added to their Choir. 
 
 4 Of his Inheritance above 
 
 They hail a Saint possest : 
 Made meet, by his Iledeemer's Love, 
 To be Jehovah's Guest. 
 
 5 Swift as an Arrow through the Air 
 
 The tow'ring Spirit flies. 
 Intrusted to a Sera])]rs Care, 
 And convoy'd to the Skies :
 
 On the Death of Friends. 117 
 
 G On the expandedWings of Love 
 He seeks his higli Abode, 
 To meet the happy Souls above, 
 His Zeal brought home to God, 
 
 7 Him they salute with lifted Cry 
 
 As soon as entered there, 
 " But for thy favour'd Ministry, 
 "Or we had not been here: 
 
 8 "From Pain to Glory summoned forth, 
 
 "Thrice welcome from below, 
 " Our Fellow-sufferer on Earth, 
 " Our Fellow-angel now ! " 
 
 9 While humbly he draws near the Throne, 
 
 The Saviour's crystal Seat ; 
 Gives him the Praise, and casts his Crown 
 At His redeeming Feet. 
 
 1 Lifted above the Reach of Pain, 
 
 We soon shall change our Place ; 
 And join Immanuel's shining Train, 
 And see his blissful Face. 
 
 11 Eejoicing in that glorious Hope, 
 
 We bear his Cross below ; 
 We quickly shall be taken up, 
 Sublimer Joys to know. 
 
 12 For oiLT Arrival into Bliss 
 
 Our Friends in Glory wait : 
 Cut short thy Work in Eighteousness, 
 And make their Joys complete ! 
 
 13 The happy Soul whom Jesus gives 
 
 In Him to Live and Die, 
 It's blest Transition scarce perceives 
 Into Eternity.
 
 118 Poems on Sacred Sahjecfs. 
 
 l-i A Sight of Him that conquer'd Death 
 111 our last Moments giv'n, 
 Shall elevate our languid Faith, 
 And charm us into Heav'n. 
 
 15 Christ when expiring Stephen view'd, 
 He scorn'd Death's utmost Pow'r, 
 And cahnly fell asleep in GoD 
 Amidst the stony Show'r. 
 
 IG Assist us, Lord, to walk and live 
 In Sions balmy Eoad, 
 And then our Souls to Thee receive 
 "When call'd to meet our God. 
 
 1 7 A little while and we shall soar 
 
 To yonder promis'd Land, 
 And meet our Breth'ren gone before 
 Enthron'd at thy Eight Hand : 
 
 18 Thy Praise shall actuate each Tongue, 
 
 Thy Love our Hearts enllame ; 
 And we with them shall sing the Song 
 Of Moses and the Lamb. 
 
 VIL 
 
 Epitaph on Master Eustace Bateinian. 
 
 1 TTAIL, ha])]>y Youth, so early taken home, 
 -n. Caught up l)y Jesus from the 111 to come: 
 l>y thy llcdeemei' sweetly order'd hence, 
 
 E're Vice had marr'd thy s])otless Innocence. 
 
 2 When twice six Winters he had scarcely seen, 
 His Heav'n-l)orn Soul disdaiiiMtodwellwithlMen: 
 Ardent tlie Crown eternal to receive, 
 
 And ripe for Heav'n, he only Died to Live. 

 
 Oil the Death of Friends. 119 
 
 VIII. 
 
 On the Death of the Eevd. Mr. E. B. 
 
 Numbers xxiii. 10. Ld me die the Death of the 
 Righteous, and let my last End he like His. 
 
 1 n^HEICE happy they who sleep in God, 
 
 -*- Secuvely wafted o'er the Flood 
 
 To Canaan's peaceful Shore ! 
 Whose Lives were as a daily Deatli, 
 Who walk'd with God, and livVl Ijy Faith, 
 
 And now shall die no more ! 
 
 2 Snch, gracious Lord, we wish to l)e ; 
 Such was our Pastor, now with thee, 
 
 Our Candlestick below : 
 A hurning and a shining Light 
 He liv'd a while to bless our Sight, 
 
 But shines in Glory now. 
 
 3 A Prophet hallow'd from the A^'omb, 
 To seek and bring the AVand'rers home 
 
 Anointed, set apart : 
 Enabled by the searching Word 
 To set the Message of the Lord 
 
 Home to the Sinner's Heart. 
 
 •i His ev'ry Pow'r devoted was 
 To further his Bedeemer's Cause ; 
 
 Nor did his Talents hide : 
 A Beacon set upon a Hill, 
 He liv'd to do his :\raster's Will, 
 
 He did his AVill, and died. 
 
 5 A faithful Messenger he stood, 
 
 The Trumpet and the Mouth of G(.)D 
 
 To make his Counsel known : 
 His Life one constant Voice hath Ijeeu, 
 Inviting Sinners to come in, 
 
 And claim th' eternal Crown.
 
 1 20 Poems on Sacred Snhjcds. 
 
 C May I like Him my Hours employ, 
 Finish, like Him, my Course with Joy, 
 
 And sleep to wake in Bliss ! 
 Like Him be numher'd with the blest 1 
 Jesus, regard my one Request, 
 Make my last End like His. 
 
 IX. 
 
 On the Death of Mr. R. V. 
 
 Heb. vi. 12. Be not slothful, hut Folloivers of 
 them v)lhO, through Faith and Patience, inherit the 
 Promises. 
 
 1 nnHE Crown of Righteousness is giv'n, 
 -*- Our friend is landed safe in Heav'n : 
 His Warfare now accomplish'd is. 
 
 And Face to Face his Lokd he sees. 
 
 2 For ever now redeem'd from Pain, 
 He did not run nor strive in vain : 
 With Triumph from his Clay releas'd. 
 Translated to his Place of Rest. 
 
 o Ear hath not heard, nor Eye beheld 
 What to the Saints is there reveal'd : 
 P>lissful Experience only knows 
 The Glories of the iipper House. 
 
 4 Far, far from all Distress remov'd, 
 
 They hno^o the GoD whom here they lov'd : 
 Temptation, Sickness, Grief, and Care, 
 Sliall never gain Admission tliere. 
 
 .') Then let us seek, in stedfast Faitli, 
 A City tliat Foundations liatli : 
 Our bright, immoveable Abode, 
 Whose glorious Architect is God.
 
 On the Death of Frieyids. I 2 
 
 6 There we sliall all our Pain forget, 
 And only Songs of Praise repeat ; 
 
 In Knowledge, Happiness, and Love, 
 To all Eternity improve. 
 
 7 There Ave shall as the Angels shine. 
 The Martyr's noble Amiy join ; 
 
 And see the Lamb (thrice blissful sight !) 
 Enconipass'd with his Saints in Light. 
 
 8 ^^^len shall we to our Joy be giv'n ? 
 
 0, when exchange this Earth for Heav'n, 
 And cast oin- Crowns before the Throne, 
 And M-orship Him that sits thereon? 
 
 9 When shall we hear th' inviting Word, 
 And be for ever with the Loed ? 
 
 A Day with Christ in Glory there 
 Is better than a Thousand here. 
 
 10 Holy and True, call in thine own ; 
 
 Accomplish, Loed, their Number soon : 
 Us to thy second Coming seal, 
 And with thyself for ever fill * 
 
 G
 
 AN 
 
 APPENDIX. 
 
 (.Consisting of several Pieces not properly reducible 
 to any of the preceding Heads. 
 
 1. 
 
 ! T OOK back, my Soul, and take a View 
 -^ Of God expiring on the Tree : 
 Behold Jehovah breathe his Last, 
 
 To buy eternal Life for thee ! 
 Thy Maker faints — " 'Tis finish'd," cries, 
 Reclines his sacred Head, and dies. 
 
 1' Shadows and Types are done away, 
 The Temple's Veil is rent in twain : 
 Vanish, ye emblematic Kites, 
 
 The real Victim now is slain ; 
 Is slain for Sinners to atone, 
 The Priest and Sacrifice in one. 
 
 o Methinks I see the puri)led Earth 
 Startle to feel its ]\Iaker's lilood ; 
 The Sun retires, and from their Graves 
 Saints rise to hail tlicir dying GoD : 
 Each sympathizing Hock appears 
 More tender than His Murderers. 
 
 4- And did the Saviour thus exchange 
 His Tlirone of Glory for a Cross ? 
 Left he for tliis th' ctherial Court, 
 To die a painful Death for us ? 
 For us he bled at ev'ry Vein, 
 And, slain hy Man, /or Man was slain!
 
 An Appendix. 1 23 
 
 h Obdurate Heart, shall Mountains heave, 
 And Nature mourn her best-belov'd ? 
 Shall e'en Eocks shudder at the Sight, 
 
 And I alone abide unmov'd ? 
 Shall I not weep his Death to see 
 Wlio wept in Tears of Blood for nie ? 
 
 G 0, Prince of Martyrs, touch my Heart ! 
 
 There let thy mighty Standard rest ; 
 Burn purifying Incense there, 
 
 Fit it for so divine a Guest : 
 There let thy poVrful Cross reside 
 'Till ev'ry Lust is crucify'd. 
 
 II. 
 
 To a Friend who ash^d what GOD is. 
 
 TS there a Man whose daring Hand 
 -*- Can number ev'ry Grain of Sand ? 
 Can count the Drops that fill the Sea, 
 Or tell how many Stars there be ? 
 
 Who, then, shall strive to comprehend 
 Infinity that knows no End ? 
 Who shall set Bounds to boundless Pow'r, 
 Restrain Omnipotence, or lower 
 Eternity to one poor Hour ? 
 
 Believe me. Friend, thou can'st no more 
 The vast Designs of God explore, 
 Than thy short Arm can touch the Skies, 
 Or fathom Ocean's deep Abyss. 
 
 Who shall disclose his Maker's Plan, 
 Or dare liis secret Will to scan ? 
 Shall feeble, guilty, finite IVIan ? 
 
 None but Perfection such as His, 
 Can know th' Almighty as he is. 
 His Glory never can be brought 
 Adapted to a IMortal's Thoughts.
 
 1 24; Poems on Sacred Suhjects. 
 
 His Majesty we can't discern, 
 His Attributes we cannot learn, 
 'Till Death removes onr fleshly Glass, 
 And shows his Glory Face to Face. 
 
 God is a Theme too great for Thought ; 
 An awful Something, who knows what ? 
 lie silent, and submit to show 
 Respect to what thou must not know. 
 
 Gonsider what thou art, and fear 
 This unseen Witness always near ; 
 Dive not into his deep Decree : 
 The Objects too elate for thee. 
 Thou must not ask, nor wish to see. 
 
 Cast each presumptuous Doubt away ; 
 Remember thou'rt, at best, but Clay, 
 Whose only Province is t' obey. 
 
 III. 
 
 Isaiah xlix. 16. Behold, I have graven Thee on 
 the Palms of my Hands. 
 
 REDEEM'D Offender, hail the Day 
 That sees thy Sin forgiv'n : 
 .Iesus hath borne thy Guilt away, 
 And pleads for thee in lleav'n. 
 
 •2 Im])rinted on His Hands thou art 
 In Cliaractei-s of Blood ; 
 Tlie Stream that issu'd from liis Heart 
 Shall waft thee safe to God. 
 
 :i I'or me vouchsaf'd th'uns])otted I^amb 
 His Father's Wratli to l)ear: 
 I see his Feet, and lead my Name 
 Engraven deeply there. 
 
 i FcH'th from the Lord his gushing Blood 
 Jn ])ur])le Currents ran : 
 And ov'ry Wound proclaim'd aloud 
 His wond'ruu.s Love to Man.
 
 An Appendix. 12; 
 
 5 My Faith looks back and sees Him bleed ; 
 
 A Thorny Crown he wears, 
 To set upon the Sinner's Head 
 A shining Crown of Stars. 
 
 6 Saviour, I fain wou'd take the Wreath, 
 
 To thee, my Centre, move, 
 In all the Lowliness of Faith, 
 In all the Heights of Love. 
 
 7 Thy Kighteousness my Eobe shalt be, 
 
 Thy bitter Death my Hope : 
 For my Offence upon the Tree 
 My LoKD was lifted up. 
 
 8 For me the Saviour's Blood avails, 
 
 Almighty to atone : 
 The Hands he gave to piercing Nails 
 Shall lead me to his Throne. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Phil. iv. 6. Be careful for nothing. 
 
 1 /^AN my Heav'n-born Soul submit 
 ^ To care for Things below ? 
 Nay, but never from the Feet 
 
 Of Jesus may I go : 
 Anxious, LOED, for nothing Here, 
 
 In ev'ry Straight I look to thee ; 
 Humbly cast my ev'ry Care 
 
 On Him that cares for me. 
 
 2 Godliness is greatest Gain, 
 
 For that alone I pray ; 
 LoED, I never will complain, 
 
 Give thou or take away : 
 Never will I grieve for ouoht, 
 
 So Cheist is mine and 1 am His ; 
 I will ne'er, by taking Thought, 
 
 Obstruct my inward Peace.
 
 126 Poems on Sacred Subjects. 
 
 3 He shall dwell in perfect Eest 
 
 Whose Mind is stay'd on Thee, 
 Whom to keep within my Breast 
 
 My only Care shall be : 
 View the Lilies of the Field, 
 
 They grow, but neither toil nor spin, 
 By tlieir Maker's Arm upheld 
 
 Who clothes the Earth with Green. 
 
 4 See the Ravens, Day by Day, 
 
 Their Maker gives them Food ; 
 Lions, roaring for their Prey, 
 
 Do seek their Meat from GoD, 
 Lean thou on his faithful Word, 
 
 Nor, by Distrust, provoke his Wrath 
 Cast thy Burden on the Lord, 
 
 Thou of little Faith ! 
 
 5 Will the Saviour (who thy Peace 
 
 At such a Price hath bought) 
 From his Work of Mercy cease. 
 
 And sell thy Life for nought ? 
 Doubting Soul, to Him look up, 
 
 His Ears are open to thy Cry : 
 God can recompense thy Hope, 
 
 And all thy Need supply. 
 
 G Thou hast promis'd Help to Thine, 
 
 And I believe tlie Word ; 
 I will never ask a Sign, 
 
 Nor dare to tempt the Lord : 
 'Tis enough for God to say, 
 
 I'll feed my People with my Hand ; 
 Heav'n and Earth shall pass away. 
 
 But his Decree shall stand.
 
 An Appendix. 127 
 
 V. 
 
 Judgment. 
 
 1 "DEHOLD, the awful Day comes on, 
 -L^ When Jesus on his righteous Tin-one 
 
 Shall in the Clouds appear : 
 With solemn Pomp shall bow the Sky, 
 And, in the Twinkling of an Eye, 
 
 Arraign us at his Bar. 
 
 
 2 But first th' Archangel's Trump shall blow, 
 Our scatter'd Dust its Voice shall know. 
 
 And quicken at the Sound : 
 The Sea shall then give up her Dead : 
 And Nations, starting from their Bed, 
 
 Shall cleave the op'ning Ground. 
 
 3 \\'Tio shall sustain his righteous Ire, 
 When Jesus sets the Clouds on Fire, 
 
 And makes the Earth retreat ? 
 In vain shall Sinners the7i repent, 
 When each exjoiring Element, 
 
 Shall melt with fervent Heat. 
 
 4 The Dead in Chkist shall first awake, 
 The faithful few, who, for his Sake, 
 
 On Earth were justify 'd : 
 Guarded by a seraphic Band, 
 Aloft they mount to his Eight Hand, 
 
 In whom they liv'd and died. 
 
 5 See next the guilty Crowd arise. 
 Beholding, with reluctant Eyes, 
 
 The Glories of the Lamb ; 
 While taunting Eiends impatient wait 
 To hurl them from the Judgment Seat, 
 
 To Hell's eternal Flame. 
 
 6 Hark, as they mount, by Devils borne. 
 
 To meet their Judge, (on Earth their Scorn) 
 Despairingly they cry,
 
 ] 28 Poems on Sacred Stihjecis. 
 
 " Fall on us, Kocks, with all yovir Load, 
 " And screen us from the Wrath of GoD, 
 "And hide us from his Eye." 
 
 7 In vain on Eocks and Hills ye call, 
 The Rocks shall from their Basis fall 
 
 And know their Place no more : 
 The Hills shall melt when God comes down. 
 And Mountains crumble at his Frown, 
 
 And groan beneath his Pow'r'. 
 
 8 What Thought can paint their black Despair, 
 Who this tremendous Sentence hear, 
 
 Irrevocably giv'n, 
 " Depart, ye cursed, into Hell, 
 " With everlasting Burnings dwell, 
 
 "Remote from me and Heav'n?'" 
 
 9 But, thou Saviour of :Mankind, 
 Display thy Pow'r, and to the Blind 
 
 Effectual Light afford : 
 • Snatch them from Unbelief and Sin, 
 And now compel Them to come in. 
 And tremble at thy Word. 
 
 10 Methinks I hear thy Mercy plead, 
 Tlie Voice of Him that wakes the Dead 
 
 Doth over Sinners mourn : 
 " Why do ye still your God forget, 
 " And madly hasten to tlie Pit 
 
 "From whence is no Return"? 
 
 11 "Ye Reasoners, make a rational Choice ; 
 " Listen, in Time, to Reason's Voice, 
 
 " Nor dare Almiglity Ire : 
 •' Turn, lest the hottest Wrath ye feel, 
 " And find, too late, the Flames of Hell 
 
 " No Metajjhoric Fire."
 
 An Aiipendix. 129 
 
 VI. 
 
 Contempt of the World. 
 
 1 /^AN ought below engross my Thoughts ? 
 ^ Or am I to the World confin'd ? 
 Nay, let my pure Affections soar 
 
 To Objects of a nobler Kind ! 
 
 2 I know I'm but a Pilgrim here 
 
 That seeks a better, promis'd Land : 
 Then may I run and never tire, 
 'Till that celestial Home's obtain'd. 
 
 8 Resolv'd to tread the sacred Way 
 That Jesus water'd with his Blood, 
 I bend my iix'd and cheerful Course 
 
 Through that rough Path my Master trod. 
 
 4 Contemptuous of the World I live, 
 
 A daily Death rejoice to die : 
 And, while I move and walk below. 
 My absent Heart mounts up on High. 
 
 5 Light of Life, still guide my Steps, 
 
 Without thy friendly Aid I stray ; 
 Lead me, my God, for I am blind, 
 Direct me and point out my Way. 
 
 6 Let the vain World applaud or frown. 
 
 Still may I Heaven's Path pursue : 
 Still may I stand unshook, and keej) 
 The Centre of my Hopes in View ! 
 
 7 What is the World's good Word to me, 
 
 If by my GoD from Glory driv'n ? 
 Can that redeem my Soul from Hell, 
 Or recompence my Loss of Heav'n ? 
 
 8 Tho' Satan, Earth, and self oppose. 
 
 Yet, through thy Help, I'll persevere ; 
 To Canaan s Hills my Eyes lift up. 
 And choose my Lot and Portion there.
 
 1 80 Poems on Sacred Subjects. 
 
 The Way tliat leads to Glory lies 
 
 Through Ill-report, Contempt and Loss 
 Assist me to deny myself, 
 
 To follow Thee and bear thy Cross. 
 
 10 Let Satan never come between, 
 Nor separate my God and me ; 
 But may my Soul, in ev'ry Storm, 
 rind a sure resting Place in Thee. 
 
 VIL 
 
 1 TTiYTNG Creator, slaughter'd Lamb, 
 
 -*--' Thou poured' st out thy Blood for me ; 
 may I, kindled by thy Flame, 
 As freely give myself to Thee ! 
 My Heart to thee I now resign. 
 For, LoKD, it cost the Blood of thine ! 
 
 2 To save my falling Soul from Deatli 
 
 Th' immaculate Ptedeemer died ; 
 Lord, my Offences drove the Nails, 
 
 The Soldier, I, that pierc'd thy Side : 
 For this my restless Eye runs o'er 
 Because I can lament no more. 
 
 3 How gladly should my Head have worn, 
 
 The Crown of Tliorns to hinder Thine ! 
 Have suffer'd in my IMaster's stead. 
 
 And made thy dying Sorrows mine ! 
 Have stretch'd my Arms upon the Tree, 
 And died myself to rescue Thee ! 
 
 1- But O ! no other Sacrifice 
 
 The Father's Justice could appease ; 
 Ten thousand Worlds had died in vain. 
 
 Thy Blood alone could buy our Peace : 
 The God offended must ])e slain 
 To expiate the Offence of Man !
 
 An Ajjpendix. ]31 
 
 5 And shall I not his Cross take uj) 
 
 Wlio died upon a Cross for me ? 
 Jesus, through good and ill-Eeport, 
 
 I, in thy Strength, will follow thee : 
 My Master liv'd despis'd, alDhorr'd, 
 And I am not above my Loed. 
 
 G The World combin'd, with one Consent, 
 To trample on the Great Supreme ; 
 Tlie very God of very God, 
 
 A Man of Sorrows here became. 
 And all who seek in Heav'n to reign, 
 Must enter through the Gate of Pain. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 1 Thes. v. 21. Faithful is he that calleth yov 
 
 who also loill do it. 
 
 1 TRICKLE and changeable is Man, 
 -*- Terrestrial Joys are just as vain, 
 
 And perish in the Tasting ; 
 But Jesus' Truth I cannot fear, 
 His Gifts without Repentance are, 
 
 His Love is everlastms. 
 
 2 Mercy unchangeable is His, 
 Eternal as Himself it is, 
 
 Nor will his Promise fail me : 
 I own the Token he has giv'n, 
 And steadily press on to Heav'n, 
 
 Tho' Fiends and Men assail me. 
 
 3 He never will from me remove ; 
 For me the Saviour pleads above, 
 
 Still making Intercession : 
 I hear his Pray'r, I feel his Blood, 
 Kept by the mighty Pow'r of God 
 
 Through Faith unto Salvation. 
 
 4 His Spirit for that End is giv'n, 
 
 To bear unhurt, unstain'd to Heav'n 
 The Soul of each Believer :
 
 132 Poems on Sacred Suhjecis. 
 
 Deputed by the Lamb he is 
 To comfort, guard, and strengthen His, 
 And stay with Them for ever. 
 
 5 Through Him united to the Son, 
 Unalienably seal'd liis own, 
 
 Nor Earth nor Hell shall move me : 
 From Conqu'ring I to Conquer go : 
 Jesus hath lov'd me hitherto. 
 
 And to the End will love me. 
 
 6 Bent to devour the Serpent stands, 
 
 But Christ from his own mighty Hands, 
 
 Will never let Him force me : 
 My Maker is my Husband now, 
 Nor Heights above nor Depths below 
 Shall from my Lord divorce me, 
 
 7 If, for a Season, Satan's Chain 
 Be lengthen'd, Jesus will sustain 
 
 Me in the sore Temptation ; 
 Will fmstrate the Accuser's Hope, 
 And bear my ransom'd Spirit up 
 
 Above the inundation. 
 
 8 His Name assuredly I prove 
 Essential Faithfulness and Love ; 
 
 Shall I, by Doubting, gi-ieve Him ? 
 My Soul He with a Price hath bought, 
 His Law within my Heart is wrote, 
 
 And I shall never leave Him. 
 
 FINIS. 
 
 Reprinted for Danikl Skdgwick, 81, Sun Street, Bishopsgate, by 
 BowDEN ii Bkawn, 13, rrineea Street, Hulborn, London.
 
 OCCASIONAL 
 
 HYMNS AND POEMS, 
 
 COMPOSED BETWEEN 
 
 THE YEAKS 1760—1778. 
 
 NOW FOR THE FIRST TIME 
 
 COLLECTED AND PRINTED, 
 
 Without Alteration or Abridgment^ from 
 THE ORIGINALS. 
 
 Being the Whole of the Eemainiiig 
 POETICAL PIECES 
 
 OF THE 
 
 REV. AUGUSTUS M. TOPLADY, B.A. 
 
 H
 
 OCCASIONAL HYMNS. 
 
 COMPOSED BETWEEN 1760—1778. 
 
 I will Praise the name of God uith a Song, and will magnifii 
 Him with Thanksgiving. — Psalm Ixix., 30. 
 
 A Morning Hymn to Christ : imitated from the 
 Latin of Buchanan. 
 
 1 QFFSPEING of God, whose Birth Divine 
 ^-^ Not Angels can relate ; 
 
 Co-equal, co-eternal Beam, 
 Of Glory uncreate ! 
 
 2 Thee, very God of very God, 
 
 And Light of Light we own : 
 Of God, thy Everlasting Sire, 
 The Everlasting Son. 
 
 3 The purple Dawn, with gradual Hand, 
 
 Unveils the Face of Things : 
 
 Fast as the Shades of Night retire, 
 
 All Nature smiles and sings. 
 
 4 But deeper Gloom than Midnight wears, 
 
 Involves our sinful Kace : 
 'Till thy bright Beams, Eternal Sun, 
 The moral Darkness chase. 
 
 5 EiTor and Sin, to blind our Sight. 
 
 Their ten-fold Curtain spread : 
 rise on thy benighted World, 
 And give the Day we need !
 
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 6 Icy and dull our Passions are, 
 
 When they to Thee should move ; 
 Diffuse thy Heat, and make us feel 
 Th' Attraction of thv Love ! 
 
 7 Sin's noxious Damps, and Error's Mist, 
 
 Absorb, and sweep aside : 
 And bid thy soft, refreshing Dew, 
 Into our Bosoms glide. 
 
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 8 Then, quicken'd with thy genial Eay, 
 And water'd with thy Blood, 
 Our new-born Souls shall flourish fair, 
 And bring forth Fruit to God. 
 
 11. 
 
 Faith Triumphant. 
 
 TTOW happy are we 
 
 J--^ Our Election who see. 
 And can venture our Souls on thy gracious 
 
 In Jesus ajDprov'd, [Decree. 
 
 From Eternity lov'd, 
 And lodg'd in his Hand, whence we cannot be 
 mov'd ! 
 
 'Tis sweet to recline 
 
 On the Bosom divine; 
 And experience the Comforts peculiar to Tliine : 
 
 ^Vl^le, born from above. 
 
 And U])held by thy Love, 
 AVe, with Singing and Triumph, to Zion remove. 
 
 As Doves, we have prest 
 
 To tlie Ark of thy Ikeast ; 
 Tliat Harbour of Safety, that Centre of Rest : 
 
 Thou hast taken us in ; 
 
 Tliou liast canccird our Sin ; 
 And sown tlie sure Seed of Salvation within.
 
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 4 Our seeking tliy Face 
 
 Was the Fruit of thy Grace ; 
 Thy Goodness deserves, and shall have all the 
 
 No Sinner can be [Praise : 
 
 Before hand with Thee : 
 Thy Grace is almighty, preventing, and free. 
 
 5 Effectually drawn, 
 We came to thy Son ; 
 
 And thou'lt perfect the Work, for the Work was 
 Thy Breath from above [thy own: 
 
 The Spark shall improve; 
 
 No Floods can extinguish our Dawning of Love. 
 
 6 Our Saviour and Friend 
 His Love shall extend ; 
 
 It knew no Beginning, and never shall End : 
 
 Whom once He receives 
 
 His Spirit ne'er leaves ; 
 Nor revokes, nor repents of, the Grace that he 
 gives. 
 
 7 Thro' ]\Iercy we taste 
 The invisible Feast ; 
 
 The Bread of the Kingdom, the Wine of the 
 Who grants us to know [Blest : 
 
 The Foretaste below, 
 
 Will endless Salvation and Glory bestow. 
 
 8 This proof we can give, 
 Til at Thee we receive, 
 
 Thou art precious alone to the Souls that believe : 
 
 Thou art precious to fs ; 
 
 All beside is as Dross, 
 When compar'd with thy Love and the Blood of 
 thy Cross. 
 
 9 Yet one thing we want; 
 More HOLINESS grant! 
 
 For more of thy Mind and thy Likeness we pant:
 
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 Thy Image impress 
 On thy Favourite Eace ; 
 fashion and polish thy Vessels of Grace I 
 
 i Thy Workmanship we 
 
 More plainly would be ; 
 Lord, take us in hand, and conform us to Thee ! 
 
 Thy Impression to bear, 
 
 Thy Likeness to wear, 
 Be this our Ambition, our Hope, and our Pray'r! 
 
 1 1 Thou hast made it our Will 
 To resemble Thee still : 
 
 Turn our Hearts to thy Spirit, as Clay to the Seal ! 
 
 As nearer we move 
 
 To the Canaan above 
 Make us holy and blameless before Thee in Love. 
 
 1 2 All this sliall be done ; 
 'Tis already begun : 
 
 Thou, from conqu'ring to conquer, in us wilt go on. 
 
 In us, when we die. 
 
 Thy Grace from on high 
 Will the finishing Hand to thy Image apply. 
 
 1 3 We shall still be renew'd, 
 'Till thy Spirit and Blood 
 
 Have ripen'd us quite for the Vision of God : 
 
 When that Moment is come: 
 
 Thou wilt send for us home ; 
 And thy perfected Saints to thy Glor}' assume. 
 
 1 V On Immanuel's Land 
 
 We shortly sliall .stand. 
 With Crowns on our Heads, and with Harps in 
 our Hand : 
 His Harp, lo, each tunes ! 
 Lo, we cast down our crowns ! 
 And with Songs of Salvation, Heav'n's Concave 
 resounds !
 
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 III. 
 
 Praise for Conversion. 
 
 1 TT'ING of Glory, sov'reign God, 
 
 -'-^ Gracious Source of all that's good 1 
 Thou hast made my Soul anew ; 
 Wrought in me to will and do: 
 On thy Head the Crown I set; 
 Cast my Honours at thy Feet. 
 
 2 Boasting, Lord, is not for me ; 
 What I am, I am thro' Thee; 
 Let not me usurp the Praise 
 Due alone to thy free Grace ! 
 Strength and Merit I disclaim ; 
 Nought is mine but Sin and Shame. 
 
 3 Self-abas'd, may I feel 
 My Depravity of Will ! 
 
 Cause me, more and more, to see 
 My incessant need of Thee; 
 Know myself (what well thou know'st) 
 Viler than the vilest Dust. 
 
 4 Cause me, Lord, to understand; 
 Take my Heart into thy Hand ; 
 Make me pliant to obey, 
 Passive as the yielding Clay; 
 ^Mightily in me fulfil 
 
 All the Pleasure of thy Will. 
 
 5 Of themselves, can lifeless Stones 
 Rise up into Abraham's Sons? 
 Can the iEthiop wash him fair? 
 Figs and Grapes can Thistles bear? 
 Then might I renew my Heart; 
 Then may ^Man himself convert. 
 
 G Does th' Almighty but persuade? 
 Suasion cannot raise the Dead : 
 Nothing, sliort of Pow'r Divine,
 
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 Could subdue a Soul like mine: 
 
 Grace omnipotent alone 
 
 Could dissolve my Heart of Stone. 
 
 7 First and Last, Lord, art tliou; 
 Alpha and Omega too : 
 
 Thou, who didst thy Grace in-breathe, 
 Wilt complete the Work of Faith: 
 Where thou art its Author, there 
 Thou wilt be its Finisher. 
 
 8 Yes, however Sin oppose, 
 What Jehovah Wills he Does : 
 Day by day, his Pow'r I prove; 
 Sav'd by his constraining Love ; 
 Call'd by his Effectual AVord; 
 Self-destroy'd, and God-restor'd ! 
 
 IV. 
 
 Full Assurance. 
 
 1 4 DEBTOE to Mercy alone, 
 -^ Of covenant Mercy I sing ; 
 Nor fear, with thy Righteousness on. 
 My Person and Off 'ring to bring: 
 The Terrors of Law, and of God, 
 With me can have nothing to do; 
 My Saviour's Obedience and Blood 
 Hide all my Transgressions from view. 
 
 2 The Work, which his Goodness began. 
 The Arm of his Strength will complete ; 
 Tlis Promise is Yea and Amen, 
 
 And never was forfeited yet: 
 Tilings future, nor things that are now, 
 Not all things below nor above, 
 Can ni;iko liini his Pur])Ose forego, 
 Or sever my Soul iVum his Love.
 
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 :My Name from the Palms of his Hands 
 Eternity will not erase ; 
 Impress'd on his Heart it remains 
 In ]\Iarks of indelible Grace : 
 Yes, I to the End shall endure, 
 As sure as the Earnest is giv'n; 
 ]\Iore happy, but not more secure, 
 The glorify'd Spirits in Heav'n. 
 
 Grace Acknowledged. 
 
 1 "pORM'D for Thyself, and turn'd to Thee, 
 ^ Thy Praises, Lord, I shew : 
 
 No more, with sacrilegious Pride, 
 I rob Thee of thy Due. 
 
 2 Divested of my fancied Plumes, 
 
 I throw me at thy Feet ; 
 Nor, as a Debt, thy Favour claim, 
 But, as an Alms, intreat. 
 
 3 Repentance, Holiness, and Faith, 
 
 By which to Thee we live. 
 Are not Conditions we perform, 
 But Graces we receive. 
 
 4f Thy Spirit does not offer Life, 
 But raises from the Dead : 
 And neither asks the Sinner's Leave, 
 Nor needs the Sinner's Aid. 
 
 5 Thy Pow'r, before the Fruit is good, 
 Must first renew the Tree : 
 We rise, and work the Works of God, 
 When wrought upon by Thee.
 
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 6 Each Grace of our celestial Birth 
 
 From thy blest Influence springs ; 
 Which plants, and nourishes, and guards, 
 And to Perfection brings. 
 
 7 Gardens of thine, inclos'd and seal'd, 
 
 Thou all our Works hast ^vrought ; 
 And wilt eternal Peace ordain 
 For those thy Blood hath bought. 
 
 8 Had not thy Love laid hold on u.s, 
 
 We had not lov'd Thee now : 
 Possess us quite, thou God of Grace, 
 To whom our All we owe ! 
 
 VI. 
 
 The Vine and the Branches. 
 
 1 TESUS immutably the same, 
 ^ Thou true and living Vine, 
 Around thy all-supporting Stem, 
 My feeble Arms I twine. 
 
 '2 Quicken'd by Thee, and kept alive, 
 I flourish and bear Fruit : 
 ;My Life I from tby Sap derive. 
 My Vigour from thy Koot. 
 
 3 Grafted in Thee by Grace alone, 
 In Growth I daily rise : 
 And, rais'd on this Foundation-Stone, 
 My Top shall reach the Skies. 
 
 ^ I can do nothing without Thee ; 
 My Strength is wholly thine : 
 Wither'd and barren sliould I be. 
 If sever'd from the Vine. 
 
 .5 Upon my Leaf, when parch'd with Heat, 
 Refreshing Dew shall drop : 
 The I'lant, whicli tliy Piight-hand hath set, 
 Shall ne'er be rooted up.
 
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 (; 'Till thou hast led me to the place 
 Of pure, immortal Joy, 
 The Eiches of thy glorious Grace 
 Shall all my Need supply. 
 
 7 Who from Eternity decreed 
 
 To glorify his own, 
 Will not forsake the Holy Seed, 
 Nor take away their Crown. 
 
 8 The Eighteous shall hold on their Way, 
 
 Nor miss the promis'd Land : 
 Jesus shall guard them Night and Day, 
 And hide them in his Hand. 
 
 9 Each Moment water'd by thy Care, 
 
 And fenc'd with Pow'r Divine, 
 Fruit to Eternal Life shall bear 
 The feeblest Branch of thine. 
 
 VIL 
 
 Under Divine Awakenings. 
 
 1 rpHOU Fountain of Bliss, 
 -*- Thy Smile I intreat; 
 O'erwhelm'd with Distress, 
 
 I mourn at thy Feet: 
 The Joy of Salvation, 
 
 Wlien will it be mine? 
 The high Consolation 
 
 Of Friendship Divine ! 
 
 '2 Awaken'd to see 
 
 The Depth of my Fall ; 
 For Mercy, on Thee 
 
 I earnestly call : 
 'Tis thine the lost Sinner 
 
 To save and renew; 
 Faith's mighty Beginner, 
 
 And Finisher too.
 
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 3 The Light of thy Face 
 
 I wish for alone : 
 Aud surely thy Grace 
 
 Hath melted me down ; 
 Else, why do I languish 
 
 Thy Favour to prove ? 
 And wait, with such Anguish, 
 
 A Glimpse of thy Love ? 
 
 4 My Eighteousness, once 
 
 On which I relied, 
 Through Grace I renounce, 
 
 In thine to confide : 
 Thou only wast able 
 
 My Soul to set free. 
 And shake down my Babel, 
 
 And build me on Thee. 
 
 5 Thy Spirit alone 
 
 Repentance implants, 
 And gives us to groan 
 
 At feeling our Wants : 
 'Midst all my Dejection, 
 
 I trust I can raise 
 Some Marks of Election, 
 
 Some Tokens of Grace. 
 
 G To Thee I aspire, 
 
 Wliose Presence is Heav'n ; 
 Oh, crown the Desire 
 
 Thy Goodness has giv'n : 
 Nor Satan, nor Nature, 
 
 This Longing could give ; 
 But thou, my Creator, 
 
 By whom I shall live. 
 
 7 Thou wilt not despise 
 A Sinner distrest; 
 All-kind, and all-wise, 
 Thy Season is best ;
 
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 To thy sov'reign Pleasure 
 Eesign'd would I be; 
 
 And tany thy Leisure, 
 And hope still in Thee. 
 
 8 Tlio' God may delay 
 
 To show me his Light, 
 And Heaviness may 
 
 Endure for a Night; 
 Yet Joy in the ]\Iorning 
 
 Shall surely abound : 
 No Shadow of turning 
 
 With Jesus is found. 
 
 9 That Sinners might claim 
 
 The heav'nly Crown, 
 He went as a Lamb 
 
 His Life to lay down : 
 The Victim was oflfer'd. 
 
 He pour'd out his Blood ; 
 The Guiltless hath suffer'd, 
 
 To bring us to God. 
 
 1 Ev'n now he invites 
 
 His Mourners to prove 
 The endless Delights 
 
 Which flow from his Love 
 To lift us to Heaven 
 
 Our Advocate stands ; 
 Our jSTanies are engrav'd on 
 
 His Heart and his Hands. 
 
 1 1 With Sorrow deprest, 
 
 I gi'oan for Release ; 
 And gladly would taste 
 
 H(nv gracious he is : 
 His Blood fully cleanses ; 
 
 Ah I when shall I see 
 He bore my Offences, 
 
 And sufier'd for mc ! 
 I
 
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 12 By Mercy Divine 
 
 I'm thus far brouglit on ; 
 In Weakness, like mine, 
 
 Thy Strength is made known 
 The Grace thou hast given 
 
 (Sure Token for Good) 
 Shall lead me to Heaven 
 
 The City of God. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 Anticipation of Glory. 
 
 OIT is a sweet Employ 
 To bless the God of Love ! 
 This completes the glorious Joy 
 
 1 
 
 Of happier Souls above : 
 Saints, admitted to tlie Throne, 
 
 Sing the Grace which brought them there : 
 Let us, as we journey on, 
 
 The Heav'nly Triumpli share. 
 
 2 Yes, we too have cause to sing, 
 
 As we to Zion go ; 
 Wonder strikes the grateful String, 
 
 And bids our Bosom glow: 
 Basking in Thy Smile they stand ; 
 
 Sinners at Thy Feet we fall, 
 'Till we reach the promis'd Land, 
 
 Where Thou art All in All. 
 
 3 Tho' from Abrah'm's Breast detain'd. 
 
 We travel here awhile ; 
 Thither our Affections tend, 
 
 "Where Saints forget their Toil : 
 With thy Praise ui)on our Tongues, 
 
 We the Wilderness pass thro' ; 
 Trusting soon to mix our Songs • 
 
 With their's who see Thee now.
 
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 4 They Thy Vxomkes fulfilVd, 
 
 With Shouts of Joy proclaim : 
 Wc, to full Eedemption secd'd, 
 
 And lav'd alike with them, 
 Sing thy never-changing Grace ; 
 
 Grace that shall to Glory lead : 
 Thou, whose Will decreed our Bliss, 
 
 Shalt give the Bliss decreed. 
 
 5 With Thyself and Them on high, 
 
 We humbly trust to shine ; 
 Crown'd with Glory and with Joy 
 
 Inferior but to Thine : 
 Thee, for our Redemption sold, 
 
 Now exalted to thy Throne, 
 Eye to Eye we shall behold, 
 
 And know as we are known. 
 
 6 To that high and holy Place 
 
 Where Christ in Person reigns, 
 Stedfastly we set our Face ; 
 
 And He our Strength maintains : 
 There the ransom'd sing aloud ; 
 
 Endless Glory there is found, 
 Beaming from the Throne of God, 
 
 On ail that worship round. 
 
 7 Jesus and his Co-Elect 
 
 One mystic Body make : 
 All that love him may expect 
 
 His Glory to partake. 
 When he makes his Jewels up, 
 
 Not a Saint shall wanting be : 
 my God, fulfil my Hope, 
 
 And with thera reckon me!
 
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 IX. 
 
 Thankfulness. 
 
 1 TTTHY, Lord, art thoii so kind to me? 
 * ' What canst tliou in a Sinner see, 
 T' excite such Love as thine? 
 And who am I, that thou shouldst smile, 
 And crown the vilest of the Vile 
 With Blessings so Divine ? 
 
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 2 No Motive did thy Goodness know, 
 But that thou ivouldst Compassion show 
 
 sov'reign, matchless Love ! 
 Thy Grace is altogether free ; 
 Else it had never pitch'd on Mc, 
 
 Nor wrote my Name above. 
 
 3 Li me thy farther Pow'r display ; 
 Bid all old tilings be done away. 
 
 And all things new become : 
 Me to thy blessed self conform, 
 And make a poor polhited Worm 
 
 Thy Image and thy Home. 
 
 4 Chose unto Holiness, I long 
 
 To bear thy Praises on my Tongue, 
 
 For sanctifying me : 
 I bless thee for the earnest giv'n ; 
 And wait the Day, when I, in Hcin'n, 
 
 Shall quite resemT)le Thee. 
 
 X. 
 
 " Ye are not your own!' 
 
 I OOrCHT with a Price I am, 
 -L^ And all to Thee belong : 
 Deign to acce])t, most grainous Land), 
 Tiie Shiger and the Song I
 
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 2 To Thee my Spirit bows, 
 To Thee my Hopes aspire : 
 Xail'd to the door-posts of thine house, 
 I only Thee desire. 
 
 8 Still let my Heart be thine, 
 Thy Property alone ? 
 Xo longer would I deem it mine, 
 Or call myself my own. 
 
 4 Centred in things above 
 Let my Affections be : 
 Take all my Heart, thou God of Love, 
 For all belongs to Thee. 
 
 XL 
 
 Arminianism renounced. 
 
 1 
 
 r^ IYER of ev'ry perfect Gift, 
 
 ^^ With deep Eemorse my Eyes I lift 
 
 To Thee, from whom all good proceed.'^ 
 How have I proudly scorn'd to stoo]^ 
 And cried the Pow'rs of Nature up, 
 
 And trusted to mv leoal Deeds ! 
 
 '1 Blind as I was, nor knew 'twas Tlmu 
 Must work in me to will and do ; 
 
 Nor felt my Impotence and Sin : 
 But Jesus claim'd the Soul he bought; 
 His loving-kindness found me oi;t ; 
 
 His Grace compell'd me to come in. 
 
 3 He gave me feelingly to see 
 My Will was but to Evil free, 
 
 Deprav'd by my fiist Parent's Fall : 
 He stirr'd me up to weep and pray, 
 And made me, in his pow'rful Day, 
 
 Willing to take Him for my All.
 
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 4 Not long the Comforter delay'd ; 
 He 1)rouglit good tidings to the sad, 
 
 Tidings of everlasting Peace : 
 And now rejoicing I go on, 
 'Till sunimon'd to receive the Crown 
 
 Due to my Saviour's Eighteousness. 
 
 XII. 
 Chnsi's Intercession. 
 
 1 A WAKE, sweet Gratitude, and sing 
 •^ Th' ascended Saviour's Love ; 
 Tell how he lives to carry on 
 His Peojile's Cause above. 
 
 '1 Not as a Supplicant he stands, 
 But challenges his own : 
 Seated he prays : a regal Priest ! 
 A Priest upon his Tin-one. 
 
 :3 With Cries and Tears he offer'd up 
 His humhle Suit below ; 
 But with Autliority he asks, 
 Enthron'd in Glory now. 
 
 4 For all, that come to God by Him, 
 Salvation he demands ; 
 Points to tlieir Names upon his Breast, 
 And spreads his wounded Hands. 
 
 o His Covenant and Sacrifice 
 Give Sanction to his Claim : 
 "Father, I will that all my Saints 
 "Be with me where I am : 
 
 G "By their Salvation, recompense 
 " The Sorrows I e.ndur'd; 
 "Just to the Merits of thy Son, 
 "And faithful to thy Word."
 
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 7 Foimded on Eight, liis Pray'r avails : 
 
 The Father never can 
 From his Anointed turn away, 
 Nor hear him ask in vain. 
 
 8 Eternal Life, at his Request, 
 
 To ev'ry Saint is giv'n : 
 Safety on Earth, and, after Death, 
 The Plenitude of Heav'n. 
 
 9 Lord, I believe Thou didst go up. 
 
 To plead our Cause with God : 
 And now thou in thy Kingdom art, 
 Eemember Me for good ! 
 
 1 Let the much Incense of thy Pray'r 
 In my Behalf ascend ; 
 And as its Virtue, so my Praise, 
 Shall never, never end. 
 
 XIIL 
 
 The Method of Salvation. 
 
 1 npHEE, Father, we bless, 
 
 ' J- Whose distinguishing Grace 
 Selected a People to show forth thy praise. 
 
 2 Nor is thy Love known 
 By Election alone ; 
 
 For, ! thou hast added the Gift of thy Sou. 
 
 3 The goodness in vain 
 We attempt to explain, 
 
 Which found and accepted a Pansom lor ^leu. 
 
 4 Great Surety of Thine, 
 
 Thou didst not decline [design : 
 
 To concur witli the Father's most <n-acio\is
 
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 .') Ill his Book of Decree, 
 It was written of Thee, 
 That thou shouldst accomplish Salvation for nie. 
 
 Thou stood'st in our stead. 
 As our Covenant-Head, 
 
 K er Sin had a Footing, or Adam was made. 
 
 7 With Joy we've beheld 
 Our Sentence repeal'd : 
 And sing thy Eternal Engagements fulfill' d. 
 
 N To Jesus our Friend 
 
 Our Thanks shall ascend, 
 Wlio saves to the utmost, and loves to tin.' fiid. 
 
 !i Our Eansom he paid; 
 In his ^Nlerit array'd. 
 We attain to the Glory for which we were made. 
 
 10 Sweet Spirit of Grace, 
 Thy [Mercy we bless 
 I'or Thy eminent Share in the Council of Peace. 
 
 1 1 Great Agent Divine, 
 
 To restore us is thine, 
 And cause us afresh in thy Likeness to shine. 
 
 \-l O God, 'tis tliy I'art 
 
 To convince and convert ; 
 To ffive a new Life, and create a new Heart. 
 
 l:; 15y thy Presence and Grace 
 We're upheld in our liace, 
 .\ nd are kept in thy Love to the End of our days. 
 
 1 I- Father, Spirit, and Son 
 Agree tlius in one, 
 Tlie Salvation of those He has mark'd foi his owii. 
 
 1 .') Let Us, too, agree 
 To glorify Thee, 
 'J'hou inell'al)le (Jne, thou adorable Threi- :
 
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 XIV. 
 
 " Whom have I in Heaven'' &c. 
 
 1 TSTHOM have I in Heav'n but Thee 
 
 * » That can thy Creature bless ? 
 Wliat were all the Earth to me, 
 
 If Stranger to thy Peace ? 
 All is Vanity but Christ ; 
 
 Pain, and Darkness, and Despair, 
 Eankle in a Sinner's Breast, 
 
 Till thou art present there. 
 
 2 If my Lord his Love reveal, 
 
 No other Bliss I want ; 
 He my ev'ry Wound can Heal, 
 
 And silence each Complaint : 
 He, that suffer'd in my Stead, 
 
 Must the great Physician be ; 
 I cannot be comforted, 
 
 'Till comforted by Thee. 
 
 3 Thee, thou know'st, I wish to love, 
 
 For which thy Name I bless ; 
 Pour thy Spirit from above, 
 
 Upon my waiting Fleece ! 
 Gentle as descending Dew, 
 
 Welcome as reviving Show'rs, 
 Let him my Election shew. 
 
 And gild my gloomy Hours. 
 
 4 Yet, if so thou seest fit, 
 
 'Tis best for me to mourn : 
 Still my Hold I cannot quit, 
 
 Nor from my Picfuge turn. 
 This, by (Jrace, my Song shall be. 
 
 As I to thy Kingdom go : 
 Whom have I in Heav'n but Thee ? 
 
 And whom, but Thee, below ?
 
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 XV. 
 
 Faith fainting. 
 
 E 
 
 NCOMPASS'D with Clouds of Distress, 
 Just ready all Hope to resign, 
 I pant for the Light of thy Face, 
 
 And fear it will never be mine : 
 Dishearten'd with waiting so long, 
 
 I sink at thy Feet with my Load ; 
 All-plaintive I pour out my Song, 
 
 And stretch forth my Hands unto God. 
 
 2 Shine, Lord, and my Terror shall cease ; 
 
 The Blood of Atonement apply ; 
 And lead me to Jesus for Peace, 
 
 The Kock that is higher than I : 
 Speak, Saviour, tor sweet is thy Voice ; 
 
 Thy Presence is fair to behold : 
 1 thirst for thy Spirit with Cries 
 
 And Groanings that cannot be told. 
 
 :] If sometimes I strive, as I mourn, 
 
 :My Hold of thy Promise to keep, 
 The liillows more fiercely return, 
 
 And pkinge me again in the Deep: 
 AVhile liarrass'd, and cast from thy Sight, 
 
 The Tempter suggests, with a Koar, 
 "The Lord hath forsaken thee quite : 
 
 Thy God will be gracious no more." 
 
 ■t Yet, Lord, if thy Love hath design'd 
 
 No Covenant-Plessing for me. 
 Ah tell me, liuw is it 1 iind 
 
 Some sweetness in waiting for Thee ? 
 Aliniglity to rescue Thou art ; 
 
 Thy Grace is my only llesource : 
 If e'er Thou art Lord of my Heart, 
 
 'J'hy Spirit must take it by Force.
 
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 XVI. 
 
 Faith reviving. 
 EOM whence this Fear and Unbelief? 
 
 Hath not the Father put to Grief 
 
 His spotless Son for me ? 
 And will the righteous Judge of Men, 
 Condemn me for that Debt of Sin, 
 
 AVliich, Lord, was charg'd on Thee? 
 
 2 Complete Atonement Thou hast made, 
 And to the utmost Farthing paid 
 
 Whate'er thy People ow'd : 
 Nor can his Wrath on me take place, 
 If shelter'd in thy Eighteousness, 
 
 And sprinkled with thy Blood. 
 
 3 If Thou hast my Discharge procur'd, 
 And freely in my Eoom endur'd 
 
 The whole of Wrath Divine : 
 Payment GoD cannot tioice demand. 
 First at my bleeding Surety's hand, 
 
 And then again at mine. 
 
 4- If Thou for me hast purchas'd Faith 
 By thy Obedience unto Death, 
 
 He will the Grace bestow : 
 Would Israel's God a Price receive. 
 And not the purchas'd blessing give ? 
 
 His Justice answers, No ! 
 
 5 Turn then, my Soul, unto thy Eest ; 
 The Merits of thy great High Priest 
 
 Have bought tliy Liberty : 
 Trust in his efficacious Blood ; 
 Nor fear thy Banishment from God, 
 
 Since Jesus died for Thee.
 
 1 .")(■» Poems on Sacred Subjects. 
 
 XVII. 
 Weak Believers encouraged. 
 
 YOUE Harps, ye trembling Saints, 
 Down from the Willows take : 
 Loud to the Praise of Love Divine, 
 Bid ev'ry String awake. 
 Tho' in a foreign Land, 
 We are not far from Home : 
 And nearer to our House above 
 We ev'ry IMoment come. 
 
 '1 His Grace will to the End 
 Stronger and brighter shine ; 
 
 Nor present Things, nor Things to come, 
 Shall quench the Spark Divine. 
 Fasten'd within the Vail, 
 Hope be your Anchor strong ; 
 
 His loving Spirit, the sweet Gale 
 Tliat wafts you smooth along'. 
 
 " Or, sliould the Surges rise, 
 And Peace delay to come ; 
 Blest is the Sorrow, kind the Storm, 
 That (hives us nearer Home. 
 The I'eople of his Choice 
 He will not cast away; 
 Yet do not always hero expect 
 On Tabor's ^Mount to slay. 
 
 4 When we in Darkness walk. 
 Nor ieel tlu; lieav'nly Flame ; 
 Then i.-s the Time to trust our God, 
 And rest upon his Name. 
 Soon shall our Doubts and Fears 
 Suli-wde at liis Controul : 
 His L<i\ iiig-kindness shall break through 
 The Midnight of the Soul.
 
 Occasional Hymns. 157 
 
 5 No Wonder, when liis Love 
 Pervades your kindling Breast, 
 
 You wish for ever to retain 
 
 The heart-transporting Guest. 
 
 Yet learn, in ev'ry State, 
 
 To make his Will your own ; 
 And when the Joys of Sense depart, 
 
 To walk by Faith alone. 
 
 6 By anxious Fear depress'd, 
 When, from the Deep, ye mourn, 
 
 " Lord, why so hasty to depart, 
 So tedious in return?" 
 Still on his plighted Love, 
 At all events rely: 
 . The very Hidings of his Face 
 Shall train thee up to Joy. 
 
 7 Wait, 'till the Shadows flee ; 
 Wait, thy appointed Hour : 
 
 Wait, 'till' the Bridegroom of thy Soul 
 
 Eeveals his Love with Pow'r. 
 
 The Time of Love will come, 
 
 AVheu thou shalt clearly see, 
 Not only that he shed his Blood, 
 
 But that it flowed for Thee ! 
 
 8 Tarry his Leisure then, 
 Altho' he seem to stay : 
 
 A Moment's Intercourse with him. 
 
 Thy Grief will over-pay. 
 
 Blest is the man, U God, 
 
 That stays himself on Thee ! 
 Who wait for thy Salvation, Lord, 
 
 Shall thy Salvation see.
 
 1 58 Poems on Sacred Subjects. 
 
 XVIII. 
 
 Christ All in All. 
 
 1 pOMPAE'D with Christ, in all beside 
 ^ No Comeliness I see ; 
 
 The one Thing needful, dearest Lord, 
 
 Is to he one with Thee. 
 The Sense of thy expiring Love 
 
 Into my Soul convey : 
 Thyself Bestow ; for Thee alone 
 
 I absolutely pray. 
 
 2 Whatever else thy Will withholds. 
 
 Here grant me to succeed : 
 let Thyself my Portion be. 
 
 And ] am blest indeed. 
 Less than Thyself will not suffice, 
 
 My Comfort to restore : 
 ]More than Thyself I cannot have ; . 
 
 And Thou canst give no more. 
 
 3 Lov'd of my God, for Him again 
 
 With Love intense 1 burn : 
 Chosen of Thee e'er Time began, 
 
 I choose Tliee in return. 
 Whate'er consists not with thy Love, 
 
 teach me to resign : 
 I'm ricli to all th' Intents of Bliss, 
 
 If Thou, God, art mine. 
 
 XIX. 
 
 Hctj^piness found. 
 
 HAPPINESS, thou lovely Name, 
 Where's thy Seat, tell me, wliere? 
 Learning, Pkasure, Wealth, and Fame, 
 All ciy out, " It is not here : "
 
 Occasional Hymns. ■ 159 
 
 Not the AVisdom of the Wise 
 Can inform me where it lies, 
 Not the Grandeur of the Great 
 Can the Bliss I seek create. 
 
 2 Object of my first Desire, 
 
 Jesus, crucified for me ! 
 All to Happiness aspire, 
 
 Only to be found in thee : 
 Thee to please, and thee to know, 
 Constitute our Bliss below ; 
 Thee to see and thee to love, 
 Constitute our Bliss above. 
 
 3 Lord, it is not Life to live, 
 
 If thy Presence thou deny : 
 Lord, if thou thy Presence give, 
 
 'Tis no longer Death to die : 
 Source and Giver of Eepose, 
 Singly from thy Smile it flows ; 
 Peace and Happiness are thine ; 
 Mine they are, if Thou art mine. 
 
 4 Wliilst I feel thy Love to me, 
 
 Ev'ry object teems with Joy, 
 Here, may I walk with Thee, 
 
 Then into thy Presence Die ! 
 Let me but Thyself possess. 
 Total Sum of Happiness ! 
 Eeal Bliss I then shall prove ; 
 Heav'n below, and Heav'n above. 
 
 XX. 
 
 To the Trinity. 
 
 1 T^TEENAL Hallelujahs 
 -*-^ Be to the Father giv'n, 
 
 Who lov'd his own 
 
 Ere Time begun, 
 And mark'd them out for Heav'n.
 
 ] GO . Poems on Sacred Subjects. 
 
 2 Anthems of equal Glory 
 Ascribe we to the Saviour ; 
 
 Who liv'd and died, 
 
 That we, his Bride, 
 
 flight live with him for ever. 
 
 3 Hail, co-eternal Spirit, 
 
 ■ Thy Church's new Creator ! 
 The Saints he seals. 
 Their Fear dispels, 
 And sanctifies their Nature. 
 
 i We Laud the glorious Triad, 
 
 The mystic One in essence ; 
 
 Till caird to join 
 
 The Hosts that shine, 
 
 In his innnediate Presence. 
 
 5 Faithful is He that promis'd, 
 And stands engag'd to save us : 
 
 Tlie Tri-une Lord 
 
 Has pass'd his Word 
 That He will never leave us. 
 
 C A Kingdom he assign'd us. 
 Before tlie World's foundation : 
 
 Thou God of Grace, 
 
 Be thine the Praise, 
 And ours the Consolation. 
 
 XXI 
 
 2 Tim. i. 9. " Who halli saved if.s" dr. 
 
 1 TTOW vast the Benefits divine, 
 -tl Which we in Clirist possess ! 
 Sav'd from tlie Guilt of Sin we are. 
 
 And call'd to Holiness. 
 
 2 But not for Works which we have iloiic 
 
 Or sliall hereafter (hj, 
 J latli God decreed on sinful Worms 
 Salvation to bestow.
 
 Occasional Hymns. 161 
 
 3 Tlie Glory, Lord, from first to last. 
 
 Is due to Thee alone : 
 Auoht to ourselves we dare not take, 
 Or rol3 Thee of thy Crown. 
 
 4 Our glorious Surety undertook 
 
 To satisfy for Man, 
 And Grace was given us, in Him, 
 Before the World began. 
 
 o This is thy Will, that in thy Love 
 We ever should abide : 
 And lo ; we Earth and Hell defy. 
 To make thy Counsel void. 
 
 G Not one of all the chosen Eace, 
 But shall to Heav'n attain ; 
 Partake, on Earth, the purpos'd Grace, 
 And then with Jesus reign. 
 
 7 Of Father, Son, and Spirit, we 
 Extol the tlireefold Care ; 
 Whose Love, whose Merit, and whose Pow'r 
 Unite to lift us there. 
 
 XXIL 
 
 A Chamber Hymn. 
 
 ! TI7HAT tho' my frail Eyelids refuse 
 
 * ^ Continual watcliing to keep, 
 
 And, punctiuil, as Midnight renews, 
 
 Demand the refreshment of Slee]) ; 
 A sovereign Protector I have. 
 Unseen, yet for ever at hand : 
 . Unchangeably faithful to save, 
 Almighty to rule and connnand. 
 
 2 From Evil secure, and its dread, 
 I rest, if my Saviour is nigh ; 
 And Songs his kind presence indeed 
 Shall in the Niglit-scason supply :
 
 162 Poems on Sacred Subjects. 
 
 He smiles, and my Comforts abound ; 
 
 His grace as the Dew shall descend, 
 And "Walls of Salvation surround 
 
 The Soul He delights to defend. 
 
 3 Kind Author and Ground of my Hope, 
 
 Thee, Thee for my God I avow ; 
 My glad Ebenezer set up, 
 
 And own Thou hast help'd me till now : 
 I muse on the Years that are past, 
 
 Wherein my Defence thou hast prov'd ; 
 Nor wilt thou relinquish, at last, 
 
 A Sinner so signally lov'd. 
 
 ■i Beneficent Hearer of Pray'r, 
 
 Thou Feeder and Guardian of thine, 
 My All to thy covenant Care 
 
 I, sleeping and waking, resign : 
 If thou art my Shield and my Sun, 
 
 The Night is no darkness to me ; 
 And, fast as my Momenta roll on. 
 
 They bring me but nearer to Thee. 
 
 o Thy minist'ring Spirits descend. 
 
 And watch while thy Saints are asleep ; 
 V>y Day and by Night they attend. 
 
 The Heirs of Salvation to keep : 
 Bright Seraphs, dispatch'd from the lln-one. 
 
 Fly swift to their Stations assign'd ; 
 And Angels elect are sent down 
 
 To guard the elect of Mankind. 
 
 Tliy "Worship no interval knows : 
 
 tlieir Fenour is still on the Wing ; 
 And, while they protect my Repose, 
 
 They Chant to the praise of my King : 
 I, too, at the Season ordain'd, 
 
 I'lieir Chrmis for ever shall join ; 
 And Love and Adore, without end, 
 
 Their gracious Creator and mine.
 
 Occasional Hymns. 163 
 
 XXIII. 
 
 A lioing and dying Peayer for the holiest 
 Believer in the World. 
 
 1 T> OCK of Ages, cleft for me, 
 -*-^ Let me hide myself in Thee ! 
 Let the Water and the Blood, 
 From thy riven Side which flow'd. 
 Be of Sin the double Cure, 
 Cleanse me from its Guilt and Pow'r. 
 
 2 Not the Labours of my Hands 
 Can fulfil thy Law's demands : 
 Could my Zeal no respite know, 
 Could my Tears for ever flow, 
 All for Sin could not atone : 
 Thou must save, and Thou alone ! 
 
 3 Notliing in my Hand I bring ; 
 Simply to thy Cross I cling ; 
 Naked, come to Tliee for Dress ; 
 Helpless, look to Thee for Grace ; 
 Foul, I to the Fountain fly : 
 "Wash me, Savioue, or 1 die ! 
 
 4 Whilst I draw this fleetino- Breath — 
 When my Eye-strings break in Death — 
 When I soar through tracts unknown — 
 See Thee on thy Judgment-Throne — 
 Rock of Ages, cleft for me. 
 
 Let me hide myself in Thee ! 
 
 XXIV. 
 
 Written in Illness. Psalm civ. Verse 34. 
 "My Meditation of Him shall he sweet." 
 
 \\/'HEN Langour and Disease invade 
 * * This trembling House of Clay ; 
 'Tis sweet to look beyond the Cage, 
 And long to fly away.
 
 ]»I4 Poems on Sacred S^ihjects. 
 
 •1 Sweet to look inward and attend 
 The Whispers of his Love ; 
 Sweet to look upward to the place 
 Where Jesus pleads above. 
 
 3 Sweet to look back and see my Name 
 In Life's fair Book set down ; 
 Sweet to look forward and behold 
 Eternal Joys my own. 
 
 4- Sweet to reflect how Grace divine 
 My Sins on Jesus laid ; 
 Sweet to remember that his Blood 
 My debt of suflerings paid. 
 
 5 Sweet on his Kighteousness to stand, 
 Which saves from second Deatl) ; 
 Sweet to experience Day by Day, 
 His Spirit's quick'ning Breath. 
 
 G Sweet on his Faithfulness to rest, 
 Whose Love can never end : 
 Sweet on his Covenant of Grace, 
 For all Things to depend. 
 
 7 Sweet in the confidence of Faith, 
 
 To trust his firm Decrees ; 
 Sweet to lie passive in his Hand, 
 And know no Will but his. 
 
 8 Sweet to rejoice in lively Hope, 
 
 Tliat, when my Cliaiige shall come. 
 Angels will h(jver round my Bed, 
 And waft my Spirit Home. 
 
 !) Tlicrc shall my disim])i'is()u'd Soul 
 Ji(;h()ld Him and adore ; 
 Be with his Likeness satisfied, 
 And grieve and sin no more.
 
 Occasional Hymns. 105 
 
 10 Shall see him wear that very Flesh 
 
 On which my Guilt was lain ; 
 His Love intense, his Merit fresh, 
 As tho' but newly slain. 
 
 1 1 Soon, too, my slumb'ring Dust shall hear 
 
 The Trumpet's quick'ning sound ; 
 And, by my Saviour's power rebuilt, 
 At his right Hand be found. 
 
 1 2 These Eyes shall see him in that Day, 
 The God that died for me ; 
 And all my rising Bones shall say, 
 Lord, who is like to Thee ? 
 
 ] 3 If such the Views which grace unfolds, 
 Weak as it is below, 
 What raptures must the Church abo^-e 
 In Jesu's presence know ! 
 
 1 -i If such the sweetness of the Stream, 
 AMiat must the Fountain be. 
 Where Saints and Angels draw their Bliss 
 Immediately from thee ? 
 
 1 5 may the Unction of these Truths, 
 For ever with me stay ; 
 'Till from her sinful Cage disniiss'd 
 My Spirit flies away. 
 
 D 
 
 XXV. 
 
 The dying Believer to his Soid. 
 
 EATHLESS principle arise ; 
 Soar thou native of the Skies, 
 Pearl of price by Jesus bought, 
 To his glorious Likeness wrought, 
 Go to shine before liis Throne ; 
 Deck his Mediatorial Crown ; 
 Go, his triumphs to adorn ; 
 Made for God, to God return.
 
 1 no Poems on Sacred Subjects. 
 
 2 Lo, he beckons from ou High ! 
 Fearless to his presence fly : 
 Thine the merit of his Blood ; 
 Thine the righteousness of God. 
 Angels, joyful to attend, 
 Hov'ring, round thy Pillow bend ; 
 Wait to catch the Signal giv'n, 
 And escort thee quick to Heav'n. 
 
 3 Is thy earthly House distrest ? 
 "Willing to retain' her Guest? 
 'Tis not thou, but she, miist die ; 
 Fly, celestial Tenant, fly. 
 
 Burst thy Shackles, drop thy Clay, 
 Sweetly breathe thyself away, 
 Singing, to thy Crown remove ; 
 Swift of Wing, and fir'd with Love. 
 
 4 Shudder not to pass the Stream ; 
 Venture all thy Care on him ; 
 Him, whose dymg Love and Pow'r 
 Still'd its tossing, hush'd its Roar. 
 Safe is tli' expanded Wave ; 
 Gentle as a Summer's eve ; 
 
 Not one Object of his Care 
 Ever suffer'd shipwreck tliere. 
 
 5 See the Haven full in view ; 
 
 Love divine shall bear thee through ! 
 
 Trust to that propitious Gale ; 
 
 Weigh thy Anchor, spread thy Sail. 
 
 Saints in Glory perfect made, 
 
 Wait thy Passage tlirough the Shade ; 
 
 Ardent for thy coming o'er, 
 
 See, they throng the blissful Shore. 
 
 f) Mount, their Transports to improve : 
 Join the bjnging Choir abovc^ : 
 Swiftly to their Wish be given : 
 Kindle higher Joy iu Heaven.
 
 Occasional Hymns. 1 67 
 
 Sucli the Prospects that arise 
 To the dymg Christian's Eyes ; 
 Such the glorious Vista Faith 
 Opens through the Shades of Death ! 
 
 XXVI. 
 
 Leaning mi the Beloved. 
 
 1 /^OUEAGE, my Soul, Jehovah speaks, 
 ^ His Promise is for thee : 
 
 " I never will forsake nor leave 
 The Soul betroth'd to me." 
 
 2 The cheering Woi'd, as Heav'nly Dew. 
 
 My thirsty Soul drinks in : 
 Jesus commands me to Eejoice, 
 Who bore away my Sin. 
 
 o My Saviour's ever-watchful Eye, 
 Is over me for Good : 
 What will he not on me bestow 
 Who hath himseK bestow'd ? 
 
 4 !Me to enrich, himself he made 
 
 Poor, and of no esteem : 
 The Source, the true Foundation, this 
 Of all my Love to him. 
 
 5 Dear Lord, into thy faithful Hands, 
 
 My welfare I commit ; 
 And to thy Eighteousness alone, 
 For safety I retreat. 
 
 6 Sorrows and Agonies and Death, 
 
 Thou didst endure for me. 
 AVhen all the Sins of God's Elect 
 Were made to meet on thee. 
 
 7 Tho' worthy, in myself, of Hell, 
 
 And everlasting Shame ; 
 I cannot dread the Frown divine, 
 Accepted in the Lamb.
 
 1G8 Poems on Sacred Subjects. 
 
 8 Still on tliy Merit, gracious Lord, 
 
 Enable me to lean : 
 Ever in Thee may I be found, 
 My hiding-place from Sin ! 
 
 9 Exult, my Soul ; thy safety stands 
 
 Unshaken as his Throne ; 
 His People's everlasting Life 
 Is founded on his own. 
 
 XXVIL 
 
 Hebrews x. 1 9. We have holdness to enter into the 
 Holiest hy the Blood of Jesus. 
 
 1 f\ PEECIOUS Blood, glorious Death, 
 ^-^ By which the Sinner Lives ! 
 When stung with Sin, this Blood we view, 
 
 And all our Joy revives. 
 
 2 We flourish as the water'd Herb, 
 
 Who keep this Blood in sight, 
 The Blood that chases our Distress, 
 And makes our Garments White. 
 
 3 The Blood that purehas'd our release. 
 
 And washes out our Stains, 
 We cliallenge Earth and Hell to show 
 A Sin it cannot cleanse. 
 
 4 Our scarlet Crimes are made as Wool, 
 
 And we brought nigh to God ; 
 Thanks to that Wrath-appc^asing Death ; 
 That Ht!av'n-])rocuring JUood. 
 
 5 The Blood that makes his glorious Church 
 
 Fram ev'ry Blemish Free ; 
 And, 0, tlie riches of his Love ! 
 He. ]Hiuv'd it out f<jr me. 
 
 {') (fuilty iind woithk'ss as T am, 
 It all ibr me was giv'n ; 
 And boldness, through his Blood, I have 
 To enter into Heav'n.
 
 Occasional Hymns. 169 
 
 7 Thither, in my great Surety's right, 
 
 I surely shall be brought ! 
 He could not Agonize in vain, 
 
 Nor spend his Strength for nought. 
 
 8 He wills that I, and all his Sheep, 
 
 Should reign with him in Bliss ; 
 And Pow'r he has to execute 
 Whate'er his Will decrees. 
 
 9 The Father's everlasting Love, 
 
 And Jesus' precious blood. 
 Shall be our endless Themes of Praise, 
 In yonder blest Abode. 
 
 10 In Patience let us then possess 
 Our Souls 'till He appear : 
 Our Head already is in Heav'n, 
 And we shall soon be there. 
 
 XXVIII. * 
 
 To the Blessed Spirit. 
 
 1 TTOLY Ghost, dispel our Sadness, 
 -n. Pierce the Clouds of sinful Night : 
 Come, thou source of sweetest Gladness, 
 
 Breathe thy Life, and spread thy Light ! 
 Loving Spirit, God of Peace, 
 Great distriljuter of Grace, 
 
 Eest upon this Congregation 1 
 
 Hear, lieai- our Supplication. 
 
 2 From that Height which knows no Measure, 
 
 As a gracious Show'r descend ; 
 Brinsmg down the richest Treasure 
 
 Man can wish, and God can send : 
 thou Glory, shining down 
 From the Fatlun- and the Son, 
 
 Grant us thy llluniination ! 
 
 Eest upon this Congregation. 
 
 * Altered from " thou sweetest Source of Gladness," by J. 
 C. Jacobi, 1725. Original by Paul Gerhardt. 
 
 K
 
 1 70 Poems on Sacred Subjects. 
 
 3 Come, thou best of all Donations 
 God can give, or we implore ; 
 
 Having thy sweet Consolations, 
 We need wish for nothing more . 
 
 Come, with Unction, and with Pow'r ; 
 
 On our Souls thy Graces show'r ; 
 Author of the New Creation, 
 Make our Hearts thy Habitation. 
 
 4 Known to Thee are all recesses 
 
 Of the Earth and spreading Skies ; 
 Every Sand the Shore possesses. 
 
 Thy omniscient Mind descries : 
 Holy Fountain, wash us clean, 
 Both from Error, and from Sin ; 
 
 Make us fly what Thou refusest, 
 
 And delight in what Thou choosest. 
 
 5 Manifest thy Love for ever ; 
 
 Fence us in on every Side ; 
 In Distress be our Reliever ; 
 
 Guard, and teach, support, and guide 
 Let thy kind, effectual Grace 
 Turn our Feet from evil Ways : 
 
 Shew tliyself our New Creator, 
 
 And conform us to thy Nature. 
 
 (j Be our Friend on each Occasion, 
 
 God, omnipotent to save ! 
 When we die, be our Salvation ; 
 
 When we're l)uried, be our Grave : 
 And, wlien from the Grave we rise, 
 Take us up above the Skies ; 
 
 Seat us with thy Saints in Glory, 
 
 There for ever to adore Thee. 
 
 F 1 J!^ I S.
 
 INDEX. 
 
 PAGE. 
 
 A Debtor to Mercy alone 140 
 
 Ah ! give me, Lord, myself to see 23 
 
 Amplest Grace in thee I find 63 
 
 Author of all in Earth and Sky 75 
 
 Awake, sweet Gratitude, and sing 150 
 
 Behold, the awful Day comes on 127 
 
 Belov'd of God, may Jesus hear 78 
 
 Beneath thy cool, refreshing Shade 43 
 
 Bought with a Price I am 148 
 
 Bring thy Kingdom, Lord, make haste 34 
 
 Can my Heav'n-born Soul submit 125 
 
 Can ought below engross my Thoughts? 129 
 
 Chain'd to the World, to Sin tied down 25 
 
 Come from on high, my King and God 38 
 
 Compar'd with Christ, in all beside 158 
 
 Compass'd by the Foe, on thee 20 
 
 Consider, Lord, my just Complaint 79 
 
 Courage my Soul, Jehovah speaks 167 
 
 Deathless Principle, arise 165 
 
 Draw near with Faith, ye doubting Souls ... 103 
 
 Dying Creator, slaughter'd Lamb 1 30 
 
 Earnest of future Bliss 61 
 
 Emptied of Earth I fain would be 30 
 
 Encompass'd with Clouds of Distress 154 
 
 Enter, Jesus, fill my Heart 19 
 
 Epliraim is up to ^^ijria gone 89 
 
 Eternal God, the Thanks receive 67 
 
 Eternal Hallelujahs 159 
 
 Father, Lord of all Mankind 58 
 
 Father of Love, to thee I bend 6 
 
 Father, to thee in Christ I fly 16 
 
 Fickle and changeable is Man 131
 
 172 INDEX. 
 
 PAGB. 
 
 Form'd for Thyself, and turn'd to Thee 141 
 
 Fountain of never ceasing Grace 65 
 
 From Justice's consuming Flame 22 
 
 From thy supreme Tribunal, Lord 42 
 
 From whence this Fear and Unbelief ? 155 
 
 Gen'ral Praise to God be giv'n 69 
 
 Giver of ev'ry perfect Gift 149 
 
 Glorious Union, God unsought 56 
 
 God of Love, whose Truth and Grace 7 
 
 Gracious Creator, thy kind Hand 64 
 
 Great God, whom Heav'n and Earth and Sea 13 
 
 Hail, faultless Model, sinless Guide 48 
 
 Hail, happy Youth, so early taken home 118 
 
 Happiness, thou lovely Name 1 58 
 
 Hearken, the Saviour's Voice at last ] 1 6 
 
 Holy Ghost, dispel our Sadness 169 
 
 How blest am I ! no snare I fear 107 
 
 How happy are we 136 
 
 How shall my Pen with proper Force reveal 115 
 
 How vast the Benefits divine 160 
 
 I lift my Heart and Eyes to Thee 24 
 
 I saw, and lo ! a countless Throng 96 
 
 If Candour, Merit, Sense, or Virtue dies ]10 
 
 Immoveable our Hope remains 62 
 
 Is there a man whose daring Hand 123 
 
 Jesus, by whose Grace I live 7 
 
 Jesus, God of Love, attend 36 
 
 Jesus immutably the same 142 
 
 Jesus, since I with Thee am one 9 
 
 Jesus, thy Light impart 28 
 
 Jesus, thy Pow'r I fain would feel 51 
 
 Jesus, thou tried Foundation Stone 59 
 
 King of Glory, sov'reign God 1 39 
 
 L(!t tliy loving Mercy, Lord 95 
 
 Listen ! the Saviour calls to Thee 101 
 
 Lo ! the God by whom Salvation 54
 
 INDEX. 173 
 
 PAGE. 
 
 Look back, my Soul, and take a View 122 
 
 Lord, I feel a carnal Mind 47 
 
 Lord, is not all from Thee? 39 
 
 Lord, let me not thy Courts depart 6 
 
 Lord, should'st thou weigh my Eighteousness 9 
 
 Lord, stand not off, come nearer still 35 
 
 Lord, we invite thee here 31 
 
 Low at thy feet, Christ, we fall 74 
 
 Mediator, intercede 41 
 
 My Heart, whene'er I lift my Eyes 80 
 
 My Soul, canst thou no higher rise 31 
 
 My Soul with Blessings unconfin'd 60 
 
 My yielding Heart dissolves as Wax 27 
 
 Not to myself I owe 52 
 
 Now, Lord, the purchas'd Pardon give 49 
 
 Offspring of God, whose Birth divine 1 35 
 
 God, my God thou art 92 
 
 it is a sweet Employ 146 
 
 may I never rest 21 
 
 might my Groans as Incense rise 44 
 
 precious Blood, glorious Death 168 
 
 that my Heart was right with Thee 14 
 
 that my Ways were made so strait 16 
 
 Thou that hear'st the Prayer of Faith 83 
 
 O Thou who didst thy Glory leave 66 
 
 when wilt thou my Saviour be ? 26 
 
 Our holy Father, all thy Will 91 
 
 Pilot of the Soul, awake 15 
 
 Praise the Lord, my joyful Heart 60 
 
 Pray'r can Mercy's door unlock 37 
 
 Princes have persecuted me 85 
 
 Eedeem'd Offender, hail the Day 124 
 
 Redeemer, whither should I flee 35 
 
 Refining Fuller, make me clean 5 
 
 Remember, Lord, that Jesus bled 45 
 
 Repentance is not for the just 76 
 
 Rock of Ages, cleft for me 163
 
 174< INDEX. 
 
 PAGE. 
 
 Saviour, I thy Word believe 11 
 
 Set the loud Trumpet to thy Mouth 87 
 
 Should'st thou be strict to mark our Faults... 50 
 
 Sinner, come up vs^ith me 100 
 
 Soldier of the living God ] 07 
 
 Storms, dispensing Waste and Death 70 
 
 Supreme High Priest, the Pilgrim's Light ... 17 
 
 Surely Christ thy Griefs hath borne 71 
 
 Surely I Reason have 93 
 
 Sweet Youth, sleep calmly on Ill 
 
 Thee, Pather, we bless 151 
 
 The Crown of Righteousness is giv'n 120 
 
 The Debt of Nature I have paid Ill 
 
 The Robes of Light our Sister wears 113 
 
 The Sky's a Veil, the outward Scene 54 
 
 Thou Fountain of Bliss 143 
 
 Thou Sun of Righteousness, arise 46 
 
 Thou unexhausted Mine of Bliss 32 
 
 Thrice hap];)y they who sleep in God 119 
 
 What tho' my frail Eyelids refuse 161 
 
 When Languor and Disease invade 163 
 
 When, overwhelm'd with sore Distress 10 
 
 When thou, Sinner, art 72 
 
 Wherewith, Saviour, may 84 
 
 Who, Lord, confide in Tliee 90 
 
 Who, Lord, thy glorious Face shall see 98 
 
 Whom have I in Heav'n but Thee? 40 
 
 Whom have I in Heav'n but Thee? 153 
 
 Wliy, Lord, art thou so kind to me? 148 
 
 With eager Haste, let others strive 105 
 
 Ye Friends and Followers of God 81 
 
 Ye Kine of Bashan, who devour 81 
 
 Ye Servants of Woe 102 
 
 Your Harps, ye trembling Saints 156 
 
 Your Lamps, ye foolish Virgins, trim 104 
 
 Zion, awake, put on thy Strength 86
 
 Authorship of Hymns. 
 
 Mr. Walter Row, the editor of the works of Toplady, 
 and other compilers of Hymn books, having attributed 
 several hymns to Toplady wliich are not his, the 
 publisher of this volume has drawn up the following 
 correct list of the real authors, with the sources from 
 which those hymns have been taken. 
 
 Astoiiish'd and distress'd B. Beddome's Hymns, Hyinn 469 
 
 Blow ye tlie Trumpet, blow C.Wesley, Hymns for N.Y.D., 1751, p. 6 
 
 Christ, whose Gloiy nils the Skies . .C. Wesle^, H. cfe S. P. 1740, p. 24 
 
 Come, guilty Souls, and flee away J. Humphrey — Cennick's Hymns, p. 87 
 
 Come Holy Ghost, our Souls inspire. . Anc. Hymn, M. H. B., 1754, pt. 1, p. 130 
 Father, I want a thankful Heart . . . .C. Wesley, H. & S. P., 1743, pp. 54—64 
 Hail ! God the Father i at whose Call S. Wesley's Poems, 1743, p. 319 
 Hail ! God the Son ! in Glory crown'd S. Wesley's Poems, 1743, p. 320 
 Hail ! Holy Ghost ! Jehovah ! Third . .S. Wesley's Poems, 1743, p. 321 
 
 Hail ! Holy, Holy, Holy, Lord ! S. Wesley's Poems, 1743, p. 322 
 
 Hail, mighty Jesus ! how divine B. Walliu's Hymns, 1750, p. 95 
 
 I groan from Sin to be set free C. Wesley, H. & S. P., 1740, p. 206 
 
 Jesus, at thy Command R. De Courcy. Collection, 1793, p. 217 
 
 Jesus, Lover of my Soul C. Wesley, H. <fe S. P., 1740, p. 57 
 
 Jesus, what hast thou bestow'd? . . . .C. Wesley, H. & S. P., 1742, p. 206 
 Let the World their Virtue boast . . . .C. Wesley, H. & S. P., 1742, p. 259 
 Light of those whose dreary Dwelling C. Wesley, Nativity Hymns, 1751, p. 15 
 
 Love divine, all Loves excelling C. Wesley, Redemption Hjnnns, p. 13 
 
 O when shall we, supremely blest C. Wesley, Intercession Hymns, p. 29 
 
 Prepare me, gracious God ! R. Elliot's Hymns, 1761, p. 126 
 
 Rejoice, ye Saints, in ev'iy State B. Wallin's Hyraus, 1750, p. 29 
 
 Source of Light, and Pow'r divine W. Shirley, L. H. Coll., Hymn 136 
 
 The Pow'r of Hell, the Strength of Sin C. Wesley, H. & S. P., 1742, p. 181 
 
 Thou Shepherd of Israel divine C. Wesley, 8. S. H., 1702, vol. 1, p. 294 
 
 Thri(;e comfortable Hope C. Wesley, H. & S. P., 1749, vol. 2, p. 305 
 
 Thy Anger for what I have done . . . .C. Wesley, S. S. H., 1762, vol. 2, p. 93 
 
 •Tis fniish'd !— The Messiah dies C. Wesley, S. S. H., 1762, vol. 2, p. 284 
 
 •Tis pleasant to sing C. Wesley, S. S. H., 1762, vol. 1, p. 283 
 
 What in thy Love possess I not? ... .P. Gcrhardt, H. & S. P., 1743, p. 103 
 What tho' I cannot break my chain . .C. Wesley, H. <fc S. P., 1740, p. 80 
 
 Abbreviations: — N. Y. D., iVeui i'ear's Day; H. <t S. P., Ilyiiuui and 
 Sacred Poerns ; M. H. B., Moravian Hymn Book; L. H. Coll., Lady 
 Huntingdon's Collection; S. S. H., Short Scripture Uymns.
 
 Library of Spiritual Songs: 
 
 Comprising the best hymns of the seventeenth and eighteenth 
 centuries, faithfully reprinted from the originals, in the exact 
 •words of the authors, with Biographical Sketches. 
 
 The following works are already published, uniform with this 
 volume. Several others are in contemplation, and will be pub- 
 lished if encouragement is given. 
 
 ' HOSAJSTNAH to the SON of DAVID, or Hymns of Praise to God, for our 
 glorious Redemption by Christ, pp. 48 Bristol, 1759 
 
 Au ELKGY on the Rev. Mr. G. Whitefield, A.M., Chaplain to the Right 
 Honourable Countess of Huntingdon, who died Sept 30, 1770, in New- 
 bury, in New England, presented to her Ladyship by William Williams, 
 pp. 12 Carmarthen, 1771 
 
 GLORIA IN EXCELSIS, or Hymns of Praise to God and the Lamb, 
 pp. 76. Carmarthen, 1772.— All by WILLIAM WILLIAMS {ixf Pantycelyn, 
 Cannartlien) : with Biographical Sketch by the Rev. Edward Morgan, A.M., 
 Vicar of Hyston, Leicestershire (author of "Williams's Life"). The Three in 
 One Vol, 12mo, cloth, 4s. 
 
 OPINIONS OF THE PRESS. 
 
 "This is the first of a series which it is intended to publish, of the best 
 hymns of the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries, in the exact words of 
 their authors. The idea is a good one ; for our best hj-nnis have been sadly 
 mutilated and spoiled." — Notes and Queries, February 5, 18.0'.*. 
 
 "This is a volume of considerable interest, more especially to those who 
 knew the good and able man whose name is inscribed on the title-page. Mr. 
 Williams was a moral hero in his day and generation, a clergyman of distin- 
 guished talents and high character, who spent seventy-four years in tra- 
 versing this vale of tears. The Rev. Mr. Morgan, Vicar of Syston, has mate- 
 rially added to the value of the book by his interesting introductory essay." 
 — Christian Witness, Febniary, 1859. 
 
 "The Rev. Mr. Williams w:i.s, in his time, one of the great leadere and 
 supporters of the Welsh Calvinistic connexion, and, with the gift of poesy 
 largely developed in his mental and spiritual constitution, frequently 
 essayed in verse the glories of the kingdom of jieace. He has been spoken 
 of as the "last lyric poet of South Wales," for his muse chose her native 
 tongue at a time when it remained in coin])arative purity. After the lajfse 
 of a hundred years, since these works were written, they are now repro- 
 duced, with fac-Kimile titles of the originals, from the original editions, 
 namely, the "Hosannah" and "Gloria in Ex('elsis:" and the Christian com- 
 munity have a boon conferred iijion them by the jilacing of such within their 
 reach."— CAnXtan Cabinet, August 24, 185i). 
 
 SPIRITUAL SONGS, or SONGS OF PRAISE to Almighty God upon 
 several Occasions, by the Rev. John Mason, M.A., Rector of Water-Strat- 
 ford, liuckingham;—tm(\ PENITENTIAL CRIES, by the Rev. Thoma.x 
 Shepherd, M.A., Minister of Uraintree, Essex, with Biographical Sketches 
 of the Authors, in 1 vol, 12mo, clotli, .Ss. 6d. 
 
 "This collection of saiTcd iioctry tirst appeared in the years ICS."? and 1692. 
 It is well worth reprinting, and will supply most valuable additions to our 
 mi>dcni hymnals. Mr. Mivson's hymns in i)articular have sometimes all the 
 jiatlios of "Watts, with greater elevation iuid dignity."— iVote* a«i/ Querie*, 
 August 0, 18.V.I. 
 
 "Two remarkable i)icces of old <ii\-inity, admiral)ly reprinted in a neat 
 duodecimo volume. The 'Spiritual Songs,' by the Rev. .John Mason, were 
 first j.ublished in lC8:i, and the 'Penitential Ciies,' by the Rev. Thoma* 
 Shepherd, in 1(192. i>oug a.ssociatcd with eacli other in the sweetest sym- 
 pathies of Christian readers, it is most gratifying to meet with these preciou.* 
 compositiiiiiK once again, in a form in which the worlil at large, if it will 
 have th(!m, may particiiiat*- in the, inoflt of tlutir i)erusal. The earnest piety, 
 melody of ver.~.e, and even the <niaintiii\ss nf diction, (•(iriibino to enhancs 
 t)u:ir valur; ii« sterling portions of the great body of Gospel song." — Christian 
 Cabinet, Aug. 24, 1869.
 
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