THE LIBRARY 
 
 OF 
 
 THE UNIVERSITY 
 OF CALIFORNIA 
 
 LOS ANGELES 
 
 FREDERIC THOMAS BLANCHARD 
 ENDOWMENT FUND
 
 HYMNS 
 
 DEVOTIONAL and MORAL, 
 o N 
 
 VARIOUS SUBJECTS, 
 
 COLLECTED CHIEFLY 
 
 From the HOLY SCRIPTURES. 
 
 AND 
 
 Suited to the Chriffian State and Worfhip, 
 By JOHN NEEDHAM. 
 
 i Thefs. v. 1 8. ---In every thing give thanks. 
 
 Rev. v. 13.- Blefling and honour, and glory and power 
 
 be unto Him that fitteth upon the throne, and unto tbe 
 
 Lamb for ever and ever. 
 
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 vocatur in medium Deo canere. TERTULL. 
 
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 THE 
 
 PREFACE. 
 
 CT^HE favourable reception of many of 
 I the following Hymns among the Author's 
 friends ) together with their repeated feli- 
 citations to fee them in print, have induced him 
 to venture on this public at ion, not without hope 
 that this attempt to ferve the interefts of real 
 religion will infome meafure anfwer that dejira* 
 Me end. How far thefe devotional compactions 
 may come up to, or fall Jhon of the dignity of 
 facred Poefy, muft be left with the learned and 
 judicious reader ; but whether they partake of 
 thefpirit of poetry or not, 'tis to be hoped they 
 will be found to breathe the genuine fpirit of the 
 gofpel of Chrift, which is that of devotion, gra- 
 titude 
 
 764457
 
 iv P R E F A C E. 
 
 titude, purify, humility, charity, love, and peace. 
 " Great care has been taken (to life the words of 
 " the late excellent Dr. WATTS) to avoid the 
 " 'more obfcure and controverted points of chrif- 
 " tianity, that we might all obey the direction of 
 " the word of God, and Jing his praife with 
 " under/landing" Should thefe Hymns be fo 
 far honoured as to be occajionally admitted into 
 public worjhip, it is prefumed there are few, if 
 any expreflions, in which chriftians of different 
 fentiments may not cordially join ; but Jhould any 
 word) or phrafs give diftafte, the reader is de- 
 fired to alter it for one that he thinks better 
 Sometimes^ though feldom, a line has been bor- 
 rowed from other authors ; a liberty which Dr. 
 WATTS acknowledges he has taken in his verfion 
 cf the Beck of Pfalms, 
 
 Thofe chriftians who are for confining Pfal- 
 mody to fubjeffs ftriRly devotional, will doubtlefs 
 think that fever al of thefe Hymns are not fo 
 proper for religious worjhip as thefe that contain 
 matter of adoration, prayer^ praife and thanks- 
 giving -, whilft others, who chufe to indulge a 
 greater latitude, may probably be f leafed with 
 that variety which is here offered them.
 
 P R E F A C E. v 
 
 The Author takes tbis opportunity to return 
 his fmcere thanks to thofe learned friends who 
 have done him the honour to per life his man it- 
 fcript) and favour him with their candid re- 
 marks j by which) he flatters himfelf^ thefe 
 Hymns will be rendered lefs unworthy of the 
 publick eye than other-wife they would have been. 
 
 By the dejire of a learned friend a 'Table is 
 added of the principal Texts of fcripture which 
 are either paraphrafed, or alluded to in the fol- 
 lowing Hymns, Since the Index and Tables have 
 been drawn up, a few hymns have been compo- 
 fed) which) to prevent the trouble of altering 
 the references^ are annexed by way of Ap- 
 pendix. The reader will no doubt obferve there 
 is a near refemblance in fame of the fubjeffs, 
 which the author hopes will excufe the repetition 
 fometimes of the fame thoughts and phrafes ; 
 which had he more Jludioujly avoided, he is of 
 opinion that fome particular Hymns would only 
 have been rendered more languid than they are 
 in their 'prefent form. 
 
 BRISTOL, Odtober 12, 
 
 1768. 
 GLORIA IN SUPREMIS DEO, ET IN TERRA PAX, 
 
 ERGA HOMINES BENEVOLENTIA.
 
 A vacant page not being agree able to the Author's 
 eye, he hopes the publick will not be difpkas'd 
 with the following ode. 
 
 An O D E to CANDOUR. 
 
 i. 
 
 COME gentle Candour, fpread thy wing 
 Around me whilil J ftrive to fing 
 
 My great Creator's name : 
 Thou for a trembling mufe wilt feel, 
 Thy guodnefs mall her faults conceal, 
 
 Or with reludtance blame. 
 
 II. 
 
 Siller of Love, with thy foft charm, 
 The critick s hofli'e hand difarm, 
 
 And fmooth his threat'ning brow ; 
 Partner of heav'n-defcended Peace, 
 May thy bleft triumphs ftill increafe 
 
 'Till all to thee fhall bow. 
 
 III. 
 
 Thou haft a thoufand pleafing arts 
 To join divided hands and hearts 
 
 In the foft bonds of love : 
 The Serpent's wifdom dwells in thee 
 With all the fweet fimplicity 
 
 That marks the harmlefs Dove. 
 
 IV. 
 
 O glorious church ! O bleffed day ! 
 When Wifdom fhone with pureft ray, 
 
 That WISDOM FROM ABOVE; 
 Not heathens could their wonder hide, 
 But quite amaz'd, they flood and cry'd 
 
 How much thefe Chriftians Love ! 
 
 V. 
 
 Sway'd by thy laws, the chriftian name 
 No more mall be expos'd to Ihame 
 
 Thro' Difcord's furious rage ; 
 But Charity fhall mount her throne, 
 And whilft me makes her beauties known 
 
 Shall form a golden age. 
 * Jam. iii. 17.
 
 TABLE 
 
 T O 
 
 Find any Hymn by the firft Line. 
 
 A Hymn 
 
 ADORE, ye faints, the king of love 98 
 
 Alafs ! how faulty are the beft 156 
 
 Almighty God the heavens proclaim 1 3 
 
 Amazing love ! God has not fpar'd 108 
 
 Afcend my foul with willing fteps 89 
 
 Afham'd of Chrift ! my foul difdains 1 83 
 
 Author of life ! with grateful heart 46 
 
 Awake, my foul, roufe all thy powers 1 6 
 
 Awake, my foul, and gladly fing 35 
 
 Awake, my tongue, thy tribute bring 4 
 
 Awake, my fluggim foul, awake 3 7 
 
 Awake, my foul, caft off thy floth 199 
 
 Awake, my foul, lift up thy eyes 249 
 B 
 
 BEHOLD the wond'rons fight 85 
 
 Behold the fon of God 100 
 
 Behold the lamb of God 114 
 
 Behold the prince of peace 87 
 
 Behold the Father's matchlefs grace 121 
 
 Behold
 
 TABLE. 
 
 Hymn 
 
 Behold God's deareft fon 103 
 
 Behold the love of Chrift i 02 
 
 Behold from realms of light 232 
 
 Behold the vain, voluptuous man 151 
 
 Behold the Chriilian \varrior arm'd 1 88 
 
 Behold how parents bowels move i 6 8 
 
 Behold he comes the judge appears 224 
 
 Bleft news to us, a Child is born 77 
 
 Bleft, O my Saviour, were thofe eyes 115 
 
 Bleft is the man v/hofe humble faith 195 
 
 Bleft is the man who always fets 246 
 
 Bleft is the mem'ryof thejuft 191 
 
 Bleft are the faints that dwell above 227 
 
 Bieft land where truth divinely fair 243 
 
 Bleft are the fons of peace 255 
 Blum, Atheifts, blufh your airy fchemes 153 
 
 Boaft not, ye nobles of the earth 173 
 
 Britons, with thankful hearts adore 59 
 
 By heav'n inipir'd the prophets fing 84 
 C 
 
 CANST thou by fearching find out 
 
 God ? 7 
 
 Come all my powers unite 262 
 
 Come join with me to praife the Lord 48 
 
 Come, ye that thirft, to living ftreams 1 65 
 
 Come, for the king of heaven invites 250 
 
 Come ye that have receiv'd 184 
 
 Come let us praife our heavenly king 247 
 
 Corne ye that thirft to living fprings 167 
 
 Come let our chearful fongs adore 253 
 
 Complaints be gone, ye ail are vain 2 1 3 
 
 Conftrain'd, ye faints, byfacredlove 182 
 
 Contentment! 'tis that art divine 198 
 
 DE-
 
 TABLE. 
 
 Hymn 
 
 D 
 
 DECEIV'D by empty fhews of blifs 175 
 Deluded fouls ! who think to find 1 50 
 
 E 
 
 T? TERN AL God, in ev'ry age 6 
 
 f2j Eternal God, thou king fupreme 9 
 Exert, my foul, thy nobleft pow'rs 36 
 
 Extended on the mameful tree 107 
 
 F 
 
 TT>ATHER of lights ! thou fource of 
 JP good! 6 1 
 
 Father of lights, thou fource of love ! 3 1 
 Far from his father's houfe behold 1 45 
 
 Forfake, my foul, this meaner earth 202 
 From thee, my God, all blefllngs flow 43 
 
 G 
 
 GLORY to God, who reigns above 76 
 God of my life ! my morning fong 44 
 God of my life ! my heart inlpire 1 54 
 
 Great God! with awe and with delight 5 
 Great God ! thy vaft and deep defigns 39 
 Great God ! affift my feeble lays 2 1 
 
 Great God ! thou firft, and beft of all 68 
 Great God of grace ! arife and mine 137 
 Great parent of the univerfe ! 22 
 
 Great is the Lord, his pow'r is great 38 
 Go to the earth, it loudly fpeaks 157 
 
 H 
 
 HAD I the tongues which angels ufe 69 
 Hail happy morn ! whofe early ray 50 
 Happy, thrice happy is the man ! 204 
 
 Happy beyond description he ! 71 
 
 Happy the man whofe cautious fteps ! 197 
 b Hark !
 
 TABLE. 
 
 Hymn 
 
 Hark ! from the garden comes a found 95 
 He reigns, th' Almighty reigns fupreme 41 
 He bleeds, the Saviour bleeds and dies 1 09 
 He bled the Saviour bled, and dy'd 127 
 He lives, the great Redeemer lives 187 
 He'll come, the Judge will furely come 233 
 Hear, mortals, hear 'tis wifdom fpeaks 164 
 Hear whilft the faint his triumph fings 25 1 
 Holy and rev'rend is the name 25 
 
 Honour from blood let mortals claim 177 
 How various are thy works, O Lord ! i o 
 How glorious, Lord, are all thy works! 258 
 How matchlefs, Lord, thy glories are ! 32 
 How richly, Lord, doft thou difpenfe ? 65 
 How wond'rous pure the gofpel is ? 138 
 How happy are the faints ? 238 
 
 How little we poor mortals know ? 225 
 How condefcending, and how good? 129 
 
 I'LL wait on thee, my God 42 
 
 Immortal pearls ! delightful found 149 
 
 In vain, great God ! in vain I try 28 
 
 In joyful ftrains ye Britons fing 242 
 
 In outward forms and coltly gifts 192 
 
 I come, the great Redeemer cries 238 
 
 It is my Saviour's voice I hear 1 1 1 
 
 It muft be fo 'tis heaven's decree 219 
 
 Jehovah reigns, thou earth rejoice 3 3 
 
 Jefus is gone within the veil 186 
 
 Jefus, how precious is thy name ! no 
 
 Jefus, my condefcending Lord 96 
 
 Jefus, why fhould we eat and drink ? 117 
 
 Jefus the king his table fpreads 1 1 9 
 
 Jefus,
 
 TABLE. 
 
 Hymn 
 
 Jefus, delightful name ! 82 
 
 Jefus, the great High-Prieft behold 123 
 Jefus this feaft provides 1 20 
 
 Join voices, all ye faints, and fmg 126 
 
 K 
 17" INDare the words that Jefus fpeaks 1 8 1 
 
 L 
 
 LET the unthinking many cry 64 
 
 Let a gay thoughtlefs world defpife 205 
 Let Jews & Greeks the crofs blafpheme 106 
 Let not the humble faint defpair 207 
 
 Let nature feel fome deeper wound 203 
 Let fuperilition's gloomy fons 185 
 
 Let Jews and Greeks my Saviour fcorn 136 
 Let rny bleft Saviour's dodrines give 263 
 Liften, my foul, the king of heav'n 148 
 Look up, my foul, direct thy eyes 1 1 
 
 Look up, ye mourning faints, and view 252. 
 Long as I live thy praife, my God 57 
 
 Long had the nations fat 83 
 
 Lord, 'tis beyond the pow'rs of fenfe 74 
 Lord, waft thou ftrift to mark our crimes 1 46 
 Lord, thro' the dubious paths of life 245 
 Lord, ere the heavenly feed is fown 261 
 M 
 
 MARK how the fwift-wing'd minutes 
 % 53 
 
 Methinks thelaft great day is come 235 
 Milled by error Adam's fons 134 
 
 Mortals give ear, the awful day 231 
 
 Moft holy God, thou judge fupreme 244 
 Mount up my thoughts & chearful view 229 
 b 2 My
 
 TABLE. 
 
 Hymn 
 
 My God, of ev'ry good the fpring i 
 
 My foul, my grateful pow'rs awake 86 
 My God, my times are in thy hands 67 
 My God, I own thy right divine 70 
 
 My Saviour's works all glorious fhine 93 
 My foul purfu.es no vulgar theme 234 
 
 N 
 
 NOT to his heav'n the God of grace 58 
 Not for a fading crown we ftrive 1 70 
 Not names, nor forms, nor modes of 
 
 faith 174 
 
 Not from relentlefs fate's dark womb 2 1 4 
 No rod of vengeance Jefus takes 8 8 
 
 Nor law, nor prophets to deflroy 94 
 
 Now let the church glad homage pay 241 
 Now, Lord, the heavenly feed is fown 261 
 O 
 
 OHow endearing is the name 40 
 
 O happy time ! aufpicious morn ! 80 
 O for a tongue like thofe above! 210 
 
 O flupid Naz'reth ! not to fee 155 
 
 O bleffed fouls that feel ! 260 
 
 Of all the paffions of the mind 72 
 
 Once was the great Redeemer plung'd 239 
 Our earthly fricndfnips what are they ? 73 
 P 
 
 PARDON O fweet reviving word! 208 
 Peace' 'tis a word of heavenly found 1 89 
 Pilgrims and ftrangers on the earth 171 
 Plain is the road, my God 1 62 
 
 Prepare, ye faints, to meet your Lord 1 52 
 Praife ye the Lord, my foul mall praife 20 
 Purfue, my foul the wond'rous theme 90 
 
 QUIT
 
 TABLE. 
 
 Hymn 
 
 CL 
 
 QUIT, O my foul, the earth 131 
 
 Quit, O my foul, thy earthly cares 217 
 R 
 
 REDEMPTION! 'tis a glorious 
 fcheme 143 
 
 Redemption? O bleft news for man ! 166 
 Religion ne'er by art was form'd 240 
 
 Rife, O my foul, purfue the path 190 
 
 S 
 
 SALVATION O the pleafing found ! 256 
 Searcher of hearts, thy piercing eye 169 
 See Gabriel fwift defcend to earth 144 
 
 See IfraePs fons their coafts around 1 1 3 
 See how the little toiling ant 158 
 
 See how the haughty Pharifee 147 
 
 Strange! that the children of this world 172 
 Strange ! O my Saviour, that blind zeal 212 
 Surpriz'd I view my Saviour's life 97 
 
 Sweet fruits afflictions bring, like thofe 2 1 5 
 T 
 
 TABOR, thy wonders ftill we view 9 1 
 The gofpel, like another fun 135 
 The day, O God, the night is thine 49 
 The wond'rous pow'r of faith divine 193 
 The gen'ral voice of men attend 62 
 
 The prince of peace is come 79 
 
 The glorious triumphs of the crofs 133 
 The rolling year, Almighty God 54 
 
 The fun is fet the day that's pad 47 
 The fun in his unwearied courfe 248 
 
 The icy chains that bound the earth 55 
 The time by heav'n foretold is come 8 1 
 
 The
 
 TABLE. 
 
 Hymn 
 
 The God of peace ! my foul admire 206 
 The time draws nigh, my foul, when thou23O 
 The day, the folemn day mall come 236 
 The night is pail, the doleful (hades 254 
 'Tis the Lord's day, awake my foul 5 1 
 
 'Tis nature's voice which reafon fpeaks 2 
 
 'Tis finim'd O important word ! 104 
 
 'Tis finim'd the Redeemer cries 105 
 
 'Tis Jefus the great mafter fpeaks 124 
 
 There is an heavenly Paradife 226 
 
 There is a city large and fair 237 
 
 Thou art, O God ! a fpirit pure 8 
 
 Thou ruFft fnpreme, Almighty God ! 34 
 Thro' the wide world thy glories, Lord 1 2 
 This do in mem'ry of your Lord 1 1 8 
 
 This is the feaft that Jefus makes 1 1 6 
 
 This facred feaft we keep 122 
 
 Thus faith the high and lofty one 1 76 
 
 Thy goodnefs, Lord, mail be my fong 23 
 Thy goodnefs, Lord, how great ! 24 
 
 Thy influence, mighty God, is felt 140 
 To thee, my God, thou fource of good ! 45 
 To Jefus our afcending king 130 
 
 To day attend, ye fons of men 1 6 1 
 
 To praife the ever-bounteous Lord 56 
 To God the Lord new fongs addrefs 1 4 
 
 U 
 
 T TNHAPPY youth ! whofe fteps no 
 \^J more 163 
 
 Up far beyond thefe lower fkies 60 
 
 Upheld, my God, by thine own hand 66 
 Vain world with all thy bufy cares 52 
 
 WE
 
 TABLE. 
 
 Hymn 
 
 w 
 
 WE fmg the honours of the day 132 
 We ling our Saviour's. love 125 
 Well 'tis an empty dream I fee 63 
 
 Well 'tis a dull and tedious round 200 
 Were all the tongues of men my own 209 
 What is there on this earthly ball ? 128 
 What wonder's this ? methinks I fee 92 
 What reft on earth ? O empty dream ! 20 r 
 What can we rind beneath the fun ? 216 
 What joy poffeft my heart ! 19 
 
 What wond'rous love is this ? 178 
 
 When the whole earth became corrupt 1 94 
 When men pretending to be wile 3 
 
 When Sodom's rich and guilty plains 26 
 When gentle fpring renews the earth 1 39 
 When fome kind (hepherd from his fold 142 
 When IfraePs fons, a murm'ring race 1 4 1 
 When I review thy mercies, Lord 259 
 When pious Laz'rus breath'd his laft 221 
 When in the clearer light of faith 196 
 
 When I with curious eyes furvey 257 
 
 Whence, O my foul, thefe gloomy fears? 1 79 
 Whence, O my foul, this dread of death? 2 20 
 Why are not finners, Lord, confum'd ? 27 
 Why fliould I be fo very fond ? 218 
 
 Why mould the faint be griev'd to find? 223 
 Wifdom how beauteous is her form ! 160 
 Y 
 
 YE faints, and fervants of the Lord 1 7 
 Ye fervants of the Lord 1 8 
 
 Ye lands of ev'ry tongue and name 1 5 
 
 Ye humble faints proclaim abroad 29 
 
 Ye
 
 TABLE. 
 
 Hymn 
 
 Ye faints that love tile Lord 30 
 
 Ye fons of Adam join 78 
 
 Ye younger tribes of Adam*s race 159 
 
 Ye pious fouls o'erwhelm'd with woes 1 80 
 
 Ye faints the man of forrows view 99 
 
 Ye humble followers of the lamb 1 1 2 
 
 Ye anxious cares forfake my breaft 75. 
 
 Yes they are bleft, the dead are bled 222 
 Z 
 
 ZEAL, 'tis a fweet and charming name2 1 1 
 
 Zion behold your king 101
 
 HYMNS 
 
 DEVOTIONAL and MORAL, 
 
 I. Long Metre. 
 
 Defiring to praife God like the Angels. 
 I. 
 
 MY God of ev'ry good the fpring, 
 Tune thou my lips thy praile to fmg; 
 The work of Heav'n, it's higheft joy, 
 Shall my glad heart and tongue employ. 
 
 'Tis pleafant Lord to fmg thy praife, 
 And talk of all thy wond'rous ways ; 
 When day new-born chears mortal fight, 
 And when thy fun withdraws his light. 
 
 III. 
 
 Angels that bright celeftial quire, 
 Thy praifes fmg, nor faint nor tire; 
 Not one is feen with harp unftrung, 
 Nor is there found a filent tongue. 
 
 A With
 
 2 H Y M N II. 
 
 IV. 
 
 With fuch an ardour warm our hearts, 
 And we will then perform our parts : 
 We'll join on earth thy hofts above, 
 Who always fmg, and always love. 
 
 Tho' nature's pow'rs may droop and faint, 
 Our glowing fouls mall upwards pant -, 
 The heav'nly work we will renew, 
 And wifh to fmg as angels do. 
 
 VI. 
 
 But, O how bleft will be the day, 
 When we mall drop th' encumb'ring clay ! 
 And join with angels round the throne, 
 In flrains to mortal ears unknown. 
 
 II. Common Metre. 
 ^he Being ofGcd the voice ofuniverfal nature. 
 
 I. 
 
 nature's voice which reafon fpeaks, 
 Know man there is a God ; 
 That great firft caufe who made the world, 
 And rules it by his nod. 
 
 II. 
 
 The mighty truth unlhaken ftands, 
 And fcorns the Atheift's fchool ; 
 His boafted fenfe and wit but prove 
 He is the learned fool. 
 
 III. 
 Far as with backward fteps we trace 
 
 Great nature's wond'rous clue, 
 We muft at length flop at fome caufc 
 W T hich no beginning knew. 
 
 This
 
 HYMN III. 3 
 
 - IV. 
 
 This caufe eternal we maintain, 
 
 And this the God we name ; 
 Of all perfection full poffeft, 
 
 Invariably the fame. 
 
 y. 
 
 A God, the wifer nations own, 
 
 Barbarians too con-fent -, 
 Convinc'd -by nature's wond'rous frame, 
 
 That mighty argument. 
 
 VI. 
 The God, the prefent God we fee, 
 
 Where'er we turn our eyes ; 
 In faireit lints his name is wrote 
 
 On earth, and feas, and ikies. 
 
 VII. 
 Almighty God ! I thee adore, 
 
 Great author of my frame j 
 Long as I live my tongue (hall fing 
 
 The glories of thy name. 
 
 III. Common Metre. 
 The Unity of God. Beut. vi. 4. 
 
 I. 
 
 WHEN men pretending to be wife 
 Forfook plain nature's rule, 
 Their minds in endlefs mazes loft, 
 The -man became the fool. 
 
 u. 
 
 Tho* nature fhew'd the,one fupreme, 
 
 Fancy foon marr'd her book ; 
 And for the God that made the world, 
 
 His various works miftook. 
 
 A 2 Sun,
 
 4 H Y M N IV. 
 
 III. 
 
 Sun, moon, and ftars, are firft ador'd, 
 
 Then man is made divine ; 
 Each people form their guardian God, 
 
 And bow before his fhrine. 
 
 IV. 
 The nations ftill more ftupid grow, 
 
 And turn to very Stocks ; 
 The learn'd Egyptian's God behold, 
 
 It is a grazing ox. 
 
 Blum Ifrael, blufh, the chofen feed 
 
 Into like madnefs run ; 
 Ifrael firft fav'd, then bid to hear 
 
 The Lord their God was one. 
 
 VI. 
 Their Gods above, and Gods below, 
 
 Let Heathen nations frame ; 
 One is our God, and Father too, 
 
 Jehovah is his name. 
 
 IV. * Long Metre. 
 tfhe Divine Perfections. 
 
 I. 
 
 AWAKE my tongue, thy tribute bring, 
 To him who gave thee power to fing j 
 Him praife, \vho is all praife above, 
 The fource of light, of truth and love. 
 Angels and men your voices join, 
 To praife your maker all divine. 
 
 Foul 
 
 * This hymn may be fung to the tune of the old xizth 
 Pfalm, by adding thefe two lines 5 
 
 Angels and men your voices, &c
 
 H Y M N IV. 5 
 
 II. 
 
 Foul are the heav'ns compar'd with him, 
 And all their glorious lights are dim -, 
 Angels have fpots in his pure fight, 
 And darknefs veils thefe fons of light. 
 
 Angels and men, &c. 
 III. 
 
 With him for ftrength who mail compare ? 
 What man, or mightier angels dare ? 
 A thoufand worlds he can create, 
 Or with his breath annihilate. 
 
 Angels and men, &c. 
 IV. 
 
 What e'er the fov'reign ruler wills, 
 His mighty arm with eafe fulfills ; 
 He wounds, he heals, he kills and faves, 
 From death's cold hand and threat'ning graves. 
 
 Angels and men, &c. 
 
 V. 
 
 How vaft his knowledge, how profound ! 
 A depth, where all our thoughts are drown'd; 
 The liars he numbers, and their names 
 He gives to all thefe heav'nly flames. 
 
 Angels and men, &c. 
 VI. 
 
 The future, wrapt in darken: night, 
 Is always prefent to his fight *, 
 Nature's extent his eyes pervade, 
 And pierce through hell's moft gloomy fhade. 
 
 Angels and men, &c. 
 VII. 
 
 Through each bright world above behold 
 Ten thoufand thoufand charms unfold ; 
 
 Earth
 
 6 H Y M N V. 
 
 Earth, air, and mighty feas combine, 
 To fpeak his wifdom all divine. 
 
 Angels and men, &c. 
 VIII. 
 
 Juftice and Truth fupport his throne, 
 To make his love, or terrors known ; 
 Rebels that now his vengeance flight, 
 Muil own at laft his ways are right. 
 
 Angels and men, &c. 
 IX. 
 
 His goodnefs, O delightful theme ! 
 O'er all his works ftill fljines fupreme j 
 In ceafelefs flreams behold it flow, 
 To all above, to all below. 
 
 Angels and men, &c. 
 X. 
 
 Ye faints admire his boundlefs grace, 
 Which fliines in Jefu's lovely face ; 
 His fon, his belt belov'd he gave 
 From fin and hell our fouls to fave. 
 
 Angels and men, &c. 
 
 V. Long Metre. 
 ^he Eternity of God. Pf. xc. i, 2. 
 
 I. 
 RE AT God ! with awe and with delight, 
 
 Our fouls attempt an arduous flight, 
 Thee, great eternal ! we adore, 
 Who art that fea which knows no more. 
 
 II. 
 
 Before the azure fky was fpread, 
 Or the huge mountain rear'd its head, 
 Or golden fun was plac'd on high, 
 Thy throne was thine eternity. 
 
 Days,
 
 H Y M N VI. 7 
 
 III. 
 
 Days, weeks, months, years, and ages too. 
 Are but a moment in thy view ; 
 To thee, whofe eyes all time furvey, 
 Thoufands of years are as one day. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Thy days did ne'er beginning know, 
 Thy years no changes undergo ; 
 To' thee the firft, to thee the laft, 
 Alike's the prefent, and the paft. 
 
 Nature and time fhall both expire, 
 And earth and feas be loft in fire ; 
 Sun, moon, and ftars, mail lofe their light. 
 And all be one continued night. 
 
 VI. 
 
 But thoii in light haft thine abode, 
 And art to everlafting God : 
 Let earth and feas, and fides be gone, 
 Thy endlefs ages muft run on. 
 
 VI. 
 
 God's Eternity improved. 
 
 I. 
 
 ETERNAL God ! in ev'ry age, 
 In human life through every ftage, 
 Thy gobdnefs, truth, and power endure, 
 A refuge near, and always fure. 
 
 II. 
 
 Rejoice ye righteous, and depend 
 On God your ever living friend ; 
 Eternal ftrength can never faint, 
 Nor does he fleep who guards the faint. 
 
 Mean
 
 S HYMN VII. 
 
 III. 
 
 Jvlean let the righteous be, and poor, 
 God's riches are an endlefs fbore ; 
 He ne'er can want the beft fnpply, 
 Who has a God, a father nigh. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Let ficknefs feize his mortal frame, 
 Or cruel malice blaft his name ; 
 Let friends forfake, or fick'ning fall, 
 His God remains his All in All. 
 
 V. 
 
 Happy in life, in death more bleft, 
 He dies to enter into reft ; 
 Where life and joys mail be compleat, 
 Both ever lafting, ever iweet. 
 
 VI. 
 
 But where mall guilty wretches run, 
 Eternal power incens'd to mun ? 
 What vengeance cannot he require, 
 Who is himfelf confuming fire. 
 
 VII. Common Metre. 
 
 Gcd incompreJyenftble. Job xi. 7. 
 
 I. 
 
 CANST thou by fearching find out God, 
 Thou feeble child of man ? 
 Canft thou his matchlefs glories grafp, 
 Within thy narrow fpan. 
 
 Too weak are mortal eyes to bear 
 
 The fplendors of his throne -, 
 Too weak are angels eyes to view 
 
 The infinite, unknown. 
 
 Behold
 
 HYMN VIII. 
 
 III. 
 
 Behold each feraph veils his face, 
 
 When he prepares to fing ; 
 In ftrain.s which angels only know, 
 
 The honours of their king. 
 
 IV. 
 Yet flretch my foul thy utmofb powers, 
 
 And thy whole ftrength exhauft ; 
 Well pleas'd the endlefs profpect view, 
 
 In love, in wonder loft. 
 
 V. 
 Thou art exalted, O my God ! 
 
 Our higheft praife above ; 
 Thy greatnefs is unfearchable, 
 
 And boundlefs is thy love. 
 
 VI. . 
 Thy way is in the tracklefs deep,' 
 
 Thy foot-fteps are not known ; 
 High as the heavens thy mercy is, 
 
 And judgment is thy throne. 
 
 VII. 
 Wond'rous and wife are all the works 
 
 Of thine almighty hand , 
 The thunder of thy awful pow'r 
 
 Who Lord can underftand ? 
 
 VIII. Long Metre. 
 God is a Spirit. John iv. 24. 
 
 I. 
 npHOU art, O God ! a fpirit pure, 
 
 JL Invifible to mortal eyes ; 
 Th' immortal, and th' eternal king, 
 The great, the good, the only wife. 
 B W
 
 10 H Y M N IX. 
 
 II. 
 
 Whilft nature changes, and her works 
 
 Corrupt, decay, diflblve and die, 
 Thy efience pure no change (hall fee, 
 Secure of Immortality. 
 
 III. 
 Thou great invifible ! what hand 
 
 Can draw thy image fpotlefs fair ? 
 To what in heaven, to what on earth 
 Can men th* immortal king compare ? 
 
 IV. 
 Let ftupid Heathens frame their gods 
 
 Of gold and filver, wood and (tone ; 
 Ours is the God that made the heavens, 
 Jehovah He, and God alone. 
 
 V. 
 
 My foul, thy pureft homage pay, 
 In truth and fpirit him adore ; 
 More mail this pleafe than facrirke, 
 Than outward forms delight him more. 
 
 IX. Common Metre. 
 
 fbe glory of God manifefted in bis works. 
 
 Rom. i. 20. 
 
 I. 
 
 ERNAL God! thou king fupreme, 
 How bright thy glories mine ! 
 The heavens, the earth, and feas unite 
 To praife thy name divine. 
 
 Some fainter femblance of thy felf 
 
 In nature's frame we fee ; 
 The wide extended vault of heaven 
 
 Speaks thine immenfity. 
 
 The
 
 H Y M N X. ii 
 
 III. 
 
 The heavenly hofts that ihine on high, 
 
 And all harmonious roll, 
 Thy power and wifdom tell whilft they 
 
 Move round each fleady pole. 
 
 IV. 
 Thy boundlefs goodnefs is diffus'd 
 
 With the aEtherial light; 
 Breathes in the air, flows in the fea, 
 
 And chears the filent night. 
 
 V. 
 The fruitful earth, bled by thy hand, 
 
 Pours out her rich fupplies ; 
 The hills, and vales Ihout forth thy praife, 
 
 And echo to the fkies. 
 
 VI. 
 Thefe praife thee all, yet ne'er can know 
 
 The author of their frame ; 
 Whilft men whom reafon's ray infpires 
 
 Forget to blefs thy name. 
 
 VII. 
 O may my heart, and tuneful tongue, 
 
 With nature's chorus join ! 
 Form'd for thyfelf, what fhould I chnfe 
 
 But to be wholly thine? 
 
 X. Common Metre. 
 
 On the fame fubj 'eft. Pfal. civ. 24, 
 
 I. 
 
 HOW various are thy works, O Lord ! 
 Their number who fhall name ? 
 How bright thy wifdom Ihines throughout 
 This univerfal frame ? 
 
 Ba In
 
 12 H Y M N X. 
 
 II. 
 
 In weight and number how compleat ? 
 
 Exact in meafure too ; 
 Ten thoufand beauties ftrike our eyes, 
 
 But not the half we view. 
 
 III. 
 The heavens, a canopy moft fair, 
 
 Thy wifdom, Lord, hath fpread ; 
 Thy hands' have poiz'd, the fame fupport 
 
 The globe whereon we tread. 
 
 IV. 
 Sun, rpoon, and planets great and fmallj 
 
 Thy high commands obey; 
 Along th' astherial plains they run, 
 
 Nor ever mifs their way. 
 
 V. 
 Various their orbs, yet never clam, 
 
 But all harmonious move; 
 As tho' by active fouls infpir'd, 
 
 And fway'd by pow'rful love. 
 
 Seafons and days they give to men 
 
 Whilft in their courfe they roll; 
 In folemn filence fpreading ftill 
 
 Thy praife from pole to pole. 
 
 VII. 
 The earth fill'd with thy riches fpeaks 
 
 Thy providence and care ; 
 Birds, beafts and fim, and creeping things 
 
 Thy various bounties mare. 
 
 VIII. 
 But in the hand that fafhion'd man 
 
 Superior fkill we fee ; 
 The laft, the beft of all thy works, 
 ' And thy fair image he. Lord>
 
 H Y M N XL 13 
 
 IX. 
 
 whilft thy wifdom we admire 
 In our flupendous frame ; 
 
 all the powers which thou haft giv'n 
 Unite to praife thy name. 
 
 XI. Long Metre. 
 Afummary view of the creation. Gen. i. 
 
 I. 
 
 LOOK up, my foul, direct thy eyes 
 To him who dwells above the fides ; 
 With your glad notes his praife rehearfe 
 Who form'd the mighty univerfe. 
 
 He fpoke, and from the womb of night 
 At once fprang up the chearing light ; 
 Difcord him heard, and at his nod 
 Beauty awoke, and fpoke the God. 
 
 III. 
 
 The Word he gave, th' obedient fun 
 Began his glorious race to run ; 
 Nor filver moon, nor ftars delay 
 To glide along th' setherial way. 
 
 Teeming with life, air, earth and fea 
 Obey th' Almighty's high decree ; 
 To ev'ry tribe he gives their food, 
 Then fpeaks the whole exceeding good. 
 
 But to compleat the wond'rons plan, 
 From earth and duft he fafhions man ; 
 In man the laft, in him the beft, 
 The maker's image ftands confeft. 
 
 Lord,
 
 I 4 HYMN XII. 
 
 VI. 
 
 Lord, whilft thy glorious works I view, 
 Form thou my heart and foul anew ; 
 Here bid thy pureft light to mine, 
 And beauty glow with charms divine. 
 
 XII. Common Metre. 
 The Stb Pfalm imitated. 
 
 I. 
 
 THRO'thewide world thy glories, Lord, 
 Salute our wond'ring eyes ; 
 But not to earth confin'd, they far 
 Tranfcend the lofty ikies. 
 
 II. 
 
 When I the vaft expanfe furvey, 
 With all it's worlds of light -, 
 Thy fun ordain'd to rule the day, 
 Thy moon and ftars the night : 
 
 III. 
 
 In pleafmg wonder loft I cry, 
 Lord, what is finful man ? 
 Form'd from the duft on which he treads, 
 Whofe days are but a fpan. 
 
 IV. 
 Lord, why mould frail and mortal man 
 
 Thy tender vifits mare ? 
 Or why his guilty, feeble fons 
 Be thy peculiar care? 
 V. 
 Thy various honours crown his head, 
 
 Thy blefllngs fill his hands j 
 His foul to angels near a-kin, 
 And next in rank he ftands. 
 
 To
 
 HYMN XIII. 15 
 
 VI. 
 
 To him haft thou wide empire given, 
 
 And bid him rule for thee, 
 The tribes that fill the air and earth, 
 
 And thofe that Ikim the fea. 
 
 VII. 
 The flocks and herds large tribute pay 
 
 To their deputed king , 
 And bird and fim of various kinds 
 
 Their rhouiand bleffings bring. 
 
 VIII. 
 Infpir'd by thee the infant tongue 
 
 Shall fing thy lofty praife ; 
 Silent thy foes fhall hear their fong, 
 
 And at the fucklincrs gaze. 
 
 IX. 
 Thro' the wide world thy glories, Lord, 
 
 Salute our wond'ring eyes-, 
 But not to earth confin'd, they far 
 
 Tranfcend the lofty fkies. 
 
 XIII. Long Metre. 
 The iqth Pfalm paraphrafed, 
 
 I. 
 
 ALMIGHTY God ! the heavens proclaim 
 The mining glories of thy name ; 
 The fun with its ten thoufand rays, 
 And moon and ftars declare thy praife* 
 
 The filent night, the chearful day 
 Thy wond'rotis fkill and power difplay ; 
 By turns with heaven's high frame they join 
 To fpeak their author all divine. 
 
 Through
 
 i6 HYMN Xllf. 
 
 III. 
 
 Through ev'ry land, in ev'ry clime 
 They talk to men in ftrains fublime ; 
 What tho* no tongue in them is found 
 In reafon's ear they loudly found. 
 
 IV. 
 
 From the fair chambers of the eaft, 
 In beauty like a bridegroom dreft, 
 Thy fun comes forth with radiant face, 
 And like the mighty runs his race. 
 
 Rejoicing in his ftrength he flies,' 
 And haftens to the weftern fkies ; 
 Pleas'd, like his maker, to beftow 
 His light and heat on all below. 
 
 VI. 
 
 But with a glory more divine 
 We fee thy blefTed gofpel mine y 
 Eternal truth unveils her face, 
 To win our fouls to her embrace. 
 
 VII. 
 
 Thy law is perfect, fpotlefs pure , 
 Thy ftatutes right, thy judgments fure -, 
 Light to the eyes, and to the heart 
 The nobleft joys thy laws impart. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 Here lie the treafures of the mind, 
 Than gold more pure feven times rerm'dj 
 Here we enjoy fuch fweet repaft 
 That honey feems to have no tafte. 
 
 IX. 
 
 Warn'd by thy precepts when I ftray 
 I turn, and keep my heavenly way : 
 The great reward with joy I view, 
 Then like thy fun my courfe purfue. 1'he
 
 HYMN XIV. 17 
 
 The fecond part. 
 
 I. 
 
 HO all his errors can recount ? 
 So great, O Lord ! is their amount ; 
 
 thou whofe eyes fee all within ! 
 Cleanfe me from ev'ry fecret fin. 
 
 II. 
 
 Keep thou my foul for ever far 
 From crimes that more prefumptuous are ; 
 Releas'd from fin's imperious reign, 
 
 1 hate the tyrant and the chain. 
 
 III. 
 
 Thy pard'ning grace mail make me whole, 
 Nor (hall great guilt affright my foul, 
 Whilft confcience, with approving voice, 
 Shall fpeak and bid my heart rejoice. 
 
 O may each thought within my mind, 
 And all my words acceptance find ; 
 Receive the offerings, Lord, I bring, 
 My ftrength, my faviour, and my king. 
 
 XIV. Long Metre. 
 The $6tb Pfalm. Fir/} par f. 
 
 I. 
 
 TO God the Lord new fongs addrefs> 
 His name let all the nations blefs j 
 In grateful accents day by day 
 His faving power and grace difplay. 
 
 His glorious deeds let Heathens hear, 
 And learn Jehovah's name to fear 5 
 
 C Great.
 
 18 H Y M N XV. 
 
 Great is the Lord, and be his praife 
 Great as his woncProus name and ways. 
 
 III. 
 
 No idol Gods muft ever claim 
 The honours due to his great name ; 
 He made the heavens, and rules alone^ 
 Nor will with idols mare the throne.. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Honour and majefly divine, 
 Around him in full glory mine , 
 And in his facred courts below, 
 Beauty and ftrength before him go. 
 
 V. 
 
 Ye people of each name and tribe, 
 Glory and ftrength to God afcribe ; 
 With willing hands your off'rings bring, 
 And in his courts his glories fmg. 
 
 VI. 
 
 O come his favour to implore, 
 In holy beauties him adore ; 
 Let all the nations far and near, 
 The God of all the earth revere. 
 
 XV. Long Metre. 
 
 The lootb Pfalm. 
 
 I. 
 
 YE lands of every tongue and narhe 
 The praifes of the Lord proclaim , 
 With hearts and tongues united fmg 
 The honours of your God and king. 
 
 II. 
 
 Approach ye faints, with willing feet, 
 To his majeftic glorious feat ; 
 
 Let
 
 HYMN XVI. 19 
 
 Let heavenly joy throughout each quire, 
 The muiick arid the verfe infpire. 
 
 III. 
 
 Know that the Lord is God alone, 
 His hands have form'd you, not your own -, 
 Your iliepherd he, and you the iheep, 
 His gracious hands both feed and keep. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Unto his temple-gates repair, 
 With grateful hearts to praife him there ; 
 And whilft ye tread the hallow'd ground, 
 Let all his courts with praife reibund. 
 
 V. 
 
 His goodnefs fing, it reigns fupreme, 
 His mercy flows a conftant ilream -, 
 The truth that makes his promife fure, 
 To endlefs ages mail endure, 
 
 XVI. Common Metre. 
 The io^dPfalm. i- 8. 
 I. 
 
 A WAKE my foul, rouze all thy powers 
 To blefs the God of heaven 
 Nor 
 
 "ii. 
 
 When prefs'd with guilt, his pitying eye 
 
 Beheld the inward fmart ; 
 He freely pardon'd all thy fins, 
 And heal'd thy wounded heart. 
 
 III. 
 
 When pain and anguim bow'd thee down, 
 He came for thy relief j 
 
 He 
 
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 20 HYMN XVII. 
 
 He did fupport thy fainting foul 
 
 And heal thy various grief. 
 
 IV. 
 Thy dubious life he has redeem'd 
 
 And fnatch'd thee from the grave , 
 Thy head up-rais'd he crown'd with love 
 
 And youthful vigour gave. 
 
 So the long-living eagle fees 
 
 Of youth a fecond fpring -, 
 Dropping the old, with plumage new 
 
 She fpreads her youthful wing. 
 
 VI. 
 The Lord from his rich bounty fills 
 
 Thy mouth with needful food ; 
 And to thy daily bleflings adds 
 
 Variety of good. 
 
 VII. 
 The Lord from his exalted feat, 
 
 Hears the oppreffed groan ; 
 Their righteous caufe he will defend, 
 
 And make his juftice known. 
 
 VIII. 
 The law by Mofes' hand he gave 
 
 Unto the chofen race ; 
 But by his only fon he fent, 
 
 The volume of his grace. 
 
 Y 
 
 XVII. Peculiar Metre, 
 The u^th Pfalm. 
 
 I. 
 
 E faints and fervants of the Lord, 
 Who hear and do his holy word, 
 
 With
 
 HYMN XVII. 21 
 
 With your beft fongs his throne addrefs : 
 Ye angels who with joy fulfill 
 The higher orders of his will, 
 His glorious name for ever blefs. 
 
 Nations beneath the fource of day, 
 Who fee the fun's firft glad'ning ray, 
 And ye beneath the fetting fun, 
 With hearts and tongues united fing, 
 Your maker God, your heavenly king, 
 'Till time itfelf his race has run. 
 
 III. 
 
 Who of his mining hofls fhall dare, 
 With him th' Almighty to compare ? 
 W T hom earth nor fpacious heavens confine , 
 He reigns fupreme, exalted high 
 Above the earth above the flcy, 
 And claims our honours mofl divine. 
 
 IV. 
 
 His glories are fo matchlefs great, 
 'Tis far beneath his lofty (late 
 To mind what angels do above , 
 How great then is that richer grace 
 To dwell with man of finful race, 
 Who can conceive fuch wond'rous love ? 
 
 V. 
 
 *When pious parents fee their heirs, 
 The objects of their tender cares, 
 By virtuous deeds to honour foar, 
 Joyous the parents hope their feed 
 Will live the caufe of God to plead 
 When they on earth fhall be no more. 
 
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 virtuous parents, the author hopes he fhall be excufed'fyr 
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 22 HYMN XVIII, 
 VI. 
 
 The needy find his promife fare, 
 From the mean duft he lifts the poor 
 To fit with princes near the throne : 
 Let high and low his grace record, 
 Let young and old adore the Lord, 
 And make his boundltrfs glories known. 
 
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 XVIII. Asthei 4 8thPfalm. 
 the uyh Pfalm. 
 
 I. 
 
 YE fervants of the Lord, 
 On earth that do his will, 
 Ye angels who rejoice 
 His orders to fulfill ; 
 With your beft fongs 
 His throne addrefs, 
 And never ceafe 
 His name to blefs. 
 
 II. 
 
 Ye nations that behold 
 The early fun arife, 
 And ye who dwell remote, 
 Beneath the weftern fkies, 
 With heart and tongue 
 
 United fing 
 Your maker God, 
 Your heavenly king. 
 
 III. 
 Who mail with him compare ? 
 
 How bright his glories mine ! 
 Our higheft praife he claims, 
 Our honours moft divine : 
 
 He
 
 HYMN XIX. 23 
 
 He reigns fupreme, 
 
 Exalted high, 
 Above the earth, 
 Above the fky. 
 IV. 
 *Tis far beneath his ftate, 
 
 -'The things in heaven to view ; 
 He greatly condefcends 
 To fee what angels do , 
 Yet lower ftoops, 
 
 O wond'rons grace f 
 To dwell with men, 
 A fmful race. 
 
 V. 
 Ke from the duft exalts 
 
 The men of low eftate -, 
 And makes the needy fit 
 With princes in the gate : 
 Let high and low 
 
 His grace record, 
 And ever blefs 
 
 The fov'reign Lord. 
 
 XIX. Asthei48thPfalm. 
 'The i2id Pfalm. 
 
 WHAT joy poffeft my heart ? 
 What trarrfport did I feel ? 
 To hear my pious friends 
 Exprefs their holy zeal : 
 To Zion's hill 
 
 Let us repaif ; 
 To pay 9Ur vows, 
 And worlhip there. 
 
 '
 
 24 H Y M. N XIX. 
 
 II. 
 
 With willing feet we'll go, 
 
 Within her gates we'll (land; 
 Zion, thy courts we love 
 The glory of our land ; 
 In our efteem 
 
 Thy buildings are 
 Divinely rich, 
 Divinely fair. 
 
 III. 
 How pleafant 'tis to fee 
 
 The thronging tribes afcend ? 
 With holy longings there 
 The facred hours to fpend j 
 Where God records 
 
 His gracious name, 
 His faints may lay 
 Their humble claim. 
 
 IV. 
 Here David's greater fon, 
 
 Maintains his royal throne ; 
 The king of righteoufnefs 
 
 Here makes his glories known ; 
 To earth he came 
 
 From realms above, 
 To rule the world 
 With truth and love. 
 
 V. 
 For Zion's peace, ye faints, 
 
 Your fervent pray'rs unite , 
 Be this your work by day, 
 Your pleafure this by night : 
 Zion, thyfons 
 
 Which love thee beft, 
 Shall in thy peace 
 
 Be greatly bleft. VI. For
 
 HYMN 
 VI, 
 
 For our dear brethren's fake, 
 Zion, we wifh thee peace ; 
 Profper, O profper long, 
 And may thy fons increafe, 
 We feek thy good, 
 We love the road 
 "Which leads us to 
 God's bleft abode.. 
 
 XX. Common Metre. 
 The i^6thPfalm. 
 
 I. 
 
 PRAISE ye the Lord, my foul (hall praife 
 My God, and heavenly King; 
 Long as my heaving lungs mall move 
 My tongue his praife mall (ing. 
 
 Vain is the truft we put in men, 
 
 The noble and the brave ; 
 Princes, who make their boaft of power, 
 
 Have not an arm to fave. 
 
 III. 
 Their breath departs, to earth they turn 
 
 A putrid mafs of clay; 
 Their pomp, their power and airy fchemes 
 
 All vanifh in a day. 
 
 IV. 
 But bleft is he whom Jacob's God 
 
 Defends from threat'ning harm ; 
 Whofe humble faith and hope relies 
 
 On God's almighty arm. 
 
 D The
 
 26 HYMN XXI. 
 
 V. 
 The God that made the lofty heavens, 
 
 And fpread the flowing feas, 
 He that hath form'd their hofts can do 
 
 Whate'er his heart fhall pleafe. 
 
 VI. 
 The Lord will plead for the oppreft, 
 
 His truth for ever reigns ; 
 The Lord will fill- the hungry foul, 
 
 And break the prif'ner's chains. 
 
 VII. 
 The Lord reftores the blind to fight ; 
 
 The ftranger he'll defend : 
 The mourning widow he relieves, 
 
 And is the orphan's friend. 
 
 VIII. 
 He loves his faints, fupports the weak 
 
 When forrows fink them low; 
 But fmners and their wicked fchemes 
 
 The Lord will overthrow. 
 
 IX. 
 Zion thy God for ever reigns, 
 
 With joy his grace record; 
 Whilft circling ages run, ye faints, 
 
 Adore and praife the Lord. 
 
 XXI. Long Metre. 
 
 Dejiring not to degrade God in attempting his 
 praife. 
 
 I. 
 
 GREAT God ! affift my feeble lays 
 Whilft I attempt thy lofty praife-, 
 With thy pure light all clouds difpel, 
 Andev'ry inward tumult quell. Exalt
 
 HYMN XXII. 27 
 II. 
 
 Exalt my foul, my bread infpire, 
 Touch thou my lips with facred fire , 
 Nor let me more, eternal king, 
 Degrade thee whiJlt thy praife I fing. 
 
 Great parent, ruler, Lord of all, 
 Before whofe throne bright feraphs fail, 
 To thee I bow, and thankful own 
 The grace that calls me to thy throne. 
 
 IV. 
 
 But how mall mortal tongue unfold 
 Glories which angels can't behold ? 
 Well may thy glories me furprize, 
 When mining angels veil their eyes. 
 
 But tho' thy glories mine too bright 
 E'en for thy elder fons of light ; 
 Yet, Lord, thy works ihall thee proclaim, 
 And here we'll read thy wond'rous name. 
 
 vi. 
 
 Thee, in thy offspring, we will view, 
 Through ftarry worlds the God purfue ; 
 With nature's voice we'll chearful join 
 To fmg thy fkill and power divine. 
 
 XXII. 
 
 The Univerfal Parent. 
 
 I. 
 
 GREAT parent of the univerfe! 
 All nature fpeaks thy namej 
 Angels in drains unknown to men 
 Thy glories fliall proclaim. 
 
 D 2 Thy
 
 28 HYMN XXIII. 
 II. 
 
 Thy breath thefe nobler fpirits form'd } 
 
 'Tis with thy rays they mine ; 
 In thefe thy fairer fons we read 
 
 The parent, all divine. 
 
 III. 
 Thy hand with niceft art has fram'd 
 
 Our bodies from the clay ; 
 Our nobler fouls by thee infpir'd 
 
 Thy greater {kill difplay. 
 
 In nearer ties than nature boafts 
 Great Father ! make me thine i 
 
 Thy image on my foul inftamp'd 
 Shall fpeak my birth divine. 
 
 Lovelieft of parents ! I adore 
 
 Thy rich adopting love ; 
 Such grace my praife exceeds and foars 
 My higheft thoughts above. 
 
 O may it be my fweet employ 
 
 To do thy holy will ^ 
 Then wilt thou own me for thy child, 
 
 And my beft hopes fulfill. 
 
 XXIII. Long Metre. 
 tfhe goodnefs of God. Pf. cxlv. 15, 16. cvii. 8. 
 
 I. 
 
 THY goodnefs, Lord, mall be my fong, 
 Awake my heart, awake my tongue j 
 Come all my Powers, and chearful join 
 In work fo heavenly, fo divine. 
 
 The
 
 HYMN XXIII. 29 
 II. 
 
 The whole creation is thy care, 
 Both man and beaft thy bounty mare; 
 The feather'd tribes, the finny brood 
 Receive alike their meat from God. 
 
 III. 
 
 Thy fun-beams chear the fluggifh earth, 
 Thy rains and dews help nature's birth : 
 Each garden, wood, and fruitful field 
 Thy bleflinp-s in fuccefiion yield. 
 
 IV. 
 
 O that the fons of men would raife 
 The grateful tribute to thy praife! 
 Man with fuperior favours blefl 
 Should love thee moil, fhould ferve thee beft. 
 
 V. 
 
 Why was he form'd with nobler mind 
 If not to higher ends defign'd ? 
 Let ravens cry, and lions roar, 
 But man contemplate and adore. 
 
 VI. 
 
 Man, the creation's king and prieft, 
 Should offer praife for all the reft ; 
 His tongue, the glory of his frame 
 Should ceafelefs fmg his maker's name. 
 
 VII. 
 
 Redeeming grace, in each rich ftream. 
 Will ever be his higheft theme; 
 Be this my fong, O God of love ! 
 On earth below, in heaven above. 
 
 XXIV. Short
 
 30 HYMN XXIV. 
 
 XXIV. Short Metre. 
 
 'The fame. 
 
 I. 
 
 THY goodnefs, Lord, how great ? 
 How worthy of my fong ? 
 Awake my heart, to this great theme 
 The nobleft {trains belong. 
 
 II. 
 
 The whole creation, Lord, 
 Depends upon thy care ; 
 Both man and bead, with fifh and birds, 
 Thy various bounty mare. 
 
 III. 
 Thy quick'ning fun-beams chear 
 
 The cold and fenfelefs earth; 
 Thy gentle rains and fofl'ring dews 
 Help teeming nature's birth. 
 
 IV. 
 Dreft in the richeft green 
 
 The fields and gardens fmile ; 
 
 Thy herbs and ripen'd fruits repay 
 
 The labourer's care and toil. 
 
 V. 
 O all ye human tongues 
 
 Come, in the concert join ! 
 Man with fuperior favours crown'd 
 Should fmg with notes divine. 
 
 VI. 
 His nobler mind was form'd 
 
 A facred long to raife-, 
 Ravens can cry and lions roar, 
 But man can only praife. 
 
 Man,
 
 HYMN XXV. 31 
 
 VII. 
 
 Man, the creation's prieft, 
 
 Should fmg for all the reft; 
 His tongue, the glory of his frame, 
 
 Should praife his maker beft. 
 
 VIII. 
 His moft exalted fong 
 
 Is ftill redeeming love ; 
 Be this my fong whilft here below, 
 
 And this my fong above. 
 
 XXV. Common Metre. 
 
 An holy God to be reverently wcrjbip-ped. 
 
 Ifa. viii. 1 3. 
 I. 
 
 HOLY and reverend is the name 
 Of our eternal king ; 
 Thrice holy Lord the angels cry, 
 Thrice holy let us fmg ! 
 
 II. 
 Heaven's brighteft lamps with him compar'd 
 
 Are mean and look but dim ; 
 And angels fair have too their fpots 
 When once compar'd with him. 
 
 III. 
 
 Holy is he in all his works, 
 And truth is his delight ; 
 But finners and their wicked ways 
 Shall perifh from his fight. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Holy the temple where of old 
 Th' Almighty fix'd his reft \ 
 Sacred his altar with it's fire s 
 And holy every prieft. 
 
 But
 
 3* HYMN XXVL 
 V. 
 
 But temples made with human hands 
 
 Our God no more doth prize ; 
 The humble heart his temple is, 
 ' And prayer the facrifice. 
 
 VI. 
 
 The veneration of the mind, 
 My foul pay to thy God ; 
 Lift with the hands a holy heart 
 To his fublime abode. 
 j VII. 
 With facred awe pronounce his name 
 
 Whom words nor thoughts can reach-, 
 A broken heart mail pleafe him more 
 Than the beft forms of fpeech. 
 
 VIII. 
 Thou holy God ! preferve my foul 
 
 From all pollution free; 
 The pure in heart are thy delight, 
 And they thy face mall fee. 
 
 XXVI. Common Metre. 
 
 God a righteous judge. Gen. xviii. 25. 
 
 I. 
 
 WHEN Sodom's rich but guilty plains 
 To wrath divine were doom'd, 
 Abr'am the patriarch interpos'd, 
 And thus his plea aflum'd. 
 
 II. 
 " Shall good and bad together fall, 
 
 " And undiftinguim'd lie ? 
 
 " Far be this ever from the God 
 
 " That rules above the Iky. 
 
 * Shall
 
 HYMN XXVII. 33 
 
 III. 
 
 " Shall not the judge of all the earth, 
 
 " Whom righteous acts delight; 
 " Shall not the fpring whence juftice flows 
 
 " Do ever what is right ? 
 
 IV. 
 Thus did the holy patriarch plead 
 
 With zeal, with pity warm ; 
 And faw with joy juft Lot preferv'd 
 
 From the fulphureous ftorm. 
 
 V. 
 Let God in wrath deftroy a land, 
 
 Or drown in floods a world ; 
 Guilty they were and did deferve 
 
 In ruin to be hurl'd. 
 VI. 
 What tho' the faint fometimes may fmart 
 
 Beneath a heavier rod ? 
 He that inflicts the blow is ftill 
 
 A juft and righteous God. 
 
 VII. 
 The ways of heaven, dark as they feem, 
 
 Are not without their light ; 
 The laft, that brighteft day of truth 
 
 Will mew that all is right. 
 
 XXVII. Common Metre. 
 The Divine Patience. Rom. ii. 4. 
 
 I. 
 
 WHY are not finners, Lord, confum'd 
 By thy avenging rod ? 
 *Tis, Lord, becaufe thou art the good, 
 And the long-fuff'ring God. 
 
 E Tho 1
 
 34 HYMN XXVH. 
 II. 
 
 Tho' men provoke thee to thy face, 
 
 And thy rich grace defpife -, 
 Yet ftill thy bounty feeds thy foes, 
 
 Thy thunder ileeping lies. 
 
 III. 
 On fwifteft wings thy mercy flies, 
 
 Thy wrath advances flow ; 
 Long doft thou whet thy glitt'ring fword 
 
 Before it gives the blow. 
 
 IV. 
 Long didfl "thou bear a guilty world 
 
 With rapine fill'd and blood; 
 Thy patience* wifh'd to have reftrain'd 
 
 The wide deftroying flood. 
 
 V. 
 Could even Sodom the impure 
 
 Have nam'd ten righteous men ; 
 Thy flaming fword in fulphur dipt 
 
 Would have been meath'd again. 
 
 VI. 
 How often did thy anger burn 
 
 Againft thy chofen feed ? 
 But ftill thy heart within thee turn'd 
 
 For them thy bowels plead. 
 
 VII. 
 " How fhall I give my Ephraim up ? 
 
 " My wrath on Ifrael vent ? 
 " How fhall I Admah's plagues inflid ? 
 
 " I pity and repent." 
 
 VIII. 
 So great are thy companions, Lord, 
 
 Our fongs they far exceed , 
 O may fuch goodnefs melt our hearts, 
 
 And to repentance lead ! The
 
 HYMN XXVIII. 35 
 
 XXVIII. Long Metre. 
 tfhe Omnifcience and-Omniprefence of God. 
 
 L 
 
 * TN vain, great God, in vain I try, 
 JL To fhnn the notice of thine eye-, 
 
 What can re drain thy boundlefs view 
 Who feefl the whole creation through? 
 
 II. 
 
 The tender rudiments of thought, 
 Not yet to form or likenefs brought, 
 To thee are moft exactly known 
 Ere I can fay they are my own. 
 
 III. 
 
 I cannot fpeak but thou wilt hear, 
 My fofteft whifpers reach thine ear ; 
 All eye and ear, all thought thou art, 
 And know'fl each fecret of my heart. 
 
 IV. 
 
 My private walks to thee are known, 
 In folitude I'm not alone ; 
 -j- Awake, afleep, at home, abroad 
 I am furrounded ftill with God. 
 
 V. 
 
 Knowledge immenfe! who can it find 
 Which drowns at once my narrow mind? 
 Whither, O whither! fhall I run 
 Thy dreadful power and wrath to fhun. 
 
 VI. 
 
 If to the heavenly worlds I fly 
 There is thy feat of majefty; 
 If to the dark abyfs I go 
 I meet thee in the worlds below. 
 
 E 2 Should 
 
 * Gee a paraphrafe on Pfal. cxxxix. by the Rev. Mr. Norris. 
 t Thefe two lines are taken from Dr, Watts.
 
 36 HYMN XXIX. 
 VII. 
 
 Should I the wings of li^ht put on, 
 And in my courfe outftrip the fun ; 
 Thy lengthen'd arm would overtake, 
 Nor for a moment me f orfake. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 Could I more fwiftly fly than thought 
 To lands unknown and mod remote , 
 Tho' chang'd my clime, my fky, my air, 
 Thy prefence would be with me there. 
 
 IX. 
 
 To fhades and darknefs mould I run 
 Which ne'er beheld the chearful fun; 
 In midnight darknefs mould I hide 
 Thou would'ft the vain attempt deride. 
 
 X. 
 
 Thou canft not need or fun or moon, 
 With thee 'tis a perpetual noon-, 
 How can I from thy prefence flee 
 When midnight gloom is noon to thee ? 
 
 XL 
 
 O may thefe thoughts pofifefs my foul, 
 And all my inward powers controul ! 
 Then I'll rejoice that thou art nigh, 
 Nor from thy prefence wilh to fly. 
 
 XXIX. Long Metre. 
 
 <The truth and faithfulneficfGodNum. xxiii. 1 9 
 
 I. 
 
 YE humble faints proclaim abroad 
 The honour.: of a faithful God, 
 How juft and true are all his ways, 
 How much above your higheft praife ? 
 
 The
 
 HYMN XXIX. 37 
 
 II. 
 
 The words his facred lips declare 
 Of his own mind the image bear ; 
 What ihould him tempt, from frailty free, 
 Bleft in his felf-fufficiency ? 
 
 III. 
 
 He will not his great felf deny ; 
 A God all truth can never lie : 
 As well might he his being quit 
 As break his oath, or word forget. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Let frighted rivers change their courfe, 
 Or backward haften to their fource , 
 Swift thro' the air let rocks be hurl'd, 
 And mountains like the chaff be whiii'd. 
 
 V. 
 
 Let fun and ftars forget to rife, 
 Or quit their ftations in the fkies j 
 Let heaven and earth both pafs away, 
 Eternal truth ihall ne'er decay. 
 
 VI. 
 
 Firm as his throne his promife ftands , 
 For truth's the fceptre in his hands -, 
 The men that love and fear his name 
 Shall always find his truth the fame. 
 
 VII. 
 
 True to his word, God gave his fon, 
 To die for crimes which men had done ; 
 Bleft pledge ! he never will revoke 
 A fmgle promife he has fpoke. 
 
 12*
 
 38 H Y M N XXX. 
 
 XXX. 
 
 The fame as the i^th Pfalm. 
 
 I. 
 
 YE faints that love the Lord, 
 To praife his name unite ; 
 His truth and grace to fing 
 Be ever your delight. 
 How juft and true 
 Are all his ways, 
 How much above 
 Your higheft praife ? 
 
 The words his facred lips 
 
 In ev'ry age declare 
 Of his own fpotlefs mind 
 The perfeft image bear. 
 What can him tempt 
 
 To lie, or cheat, 
 In nature free, 
 In blifs compleat? 
 
 III. 
 By his great felf he fwears, 
 
 Himfelf he can't deny; 
 The fource of truth and right 
 Can ne'er repent or lie : 
 As well might he 
 His being quit 
 As break his oath 
 Or word forget. 
 IV. 
 Let rivers ceafe to flow, 
 
 Or change their wonted courfe j 
 Or backward let them run 
 
 To find their fecret fource ; Swift
 
 HYMN XXX. 3 
 
 Swift thro' the air 
 
 Let hills be hurl'd, 
 And mountains huge 
 Like chaffbe whirl' d. 
 
 V. 
 
 Let fun and moon and ftars 
 Forget their time to rife; 
 Or in a moment quit 
 
 Their ftations in the fkies ; 
 Let heaven and earth 
 
 Both pafs away, 
 Eternal truth 
 
 Shall ne'er decay. 
 
 VI. 
 Firm as his throne of flate 
 
 His gracious promife ftands j 
 For truth mail ever be 
 The fceptre in his hands ; 
 The men that love 
 
 And fear his name 
 Shall ever find 
 
 His grace the fame. 
 
 VII. 
 
 True to his folemn word 
 He gave his only fon ; 
 Upon the crois to bleed 
 
 For crimes which men had done : 
 Bleft earneft this 
 
 He'll not revoke 
 A fmgle word 
 
 His lips have Ipoke. 
 
 Cod
 
 40 HYMN XXXI. 
 XXXI. Long Metre. 
 
 God the unchangeable father of lights. James 
 i. 17. 
 
 I. 
 
 FATHER of lights ! thou fource of love! 
 All good defcends from thee above ; 
 In plenteous ftreams thy favours flow, 
 Nor bounds thy gifts, nor meafure know. 
 
 The fun with his prolific rays, 
 Almighty God! mall fpeak thy praife ; 
 Nature's great boail, and emblem bright 
 Of thee thou uncreated light. 
 
 III. 
 
 Perpetual change on earth we fee, 
 Nor is thy fun from changes free ; 
 But thou fupreme ! art flill the fame, 
 And truth and love compofe thy name. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Great intellectual fun! thy light 
 Is ne'er obicur'd by cloud or night ; 
 What can thy light, thy heat impair 
 Thou perfect good, thou perfect fair ? 
 
 When time his deftin'd race has run, 
 When night perpetual veils thy fun, 
 When vanquifh'd by the laft great fire 
 All nature mall in groans expire : 
 
 VI. 
 
 Then malt thou, Lord, unchang'd remain, 
 In fulleft glories thou malt reign -, 
 Angels and faints mall ceafelefs fing 
 Thy praife, thou great immortal king!
 
 n Y M N xxxn. 4* 
 
 XXXII. Long Metre. 
 
 be imitation of God's moral perfeftions. Mat. 
 
 v. 48. 
 
 I. 
 
 HOW matchlefs, Lord, thy glories are ! 
 What mortal can with thee compare ! 
 Angels can't boaft an arm divine, 
 Or thunder with a voice like thine. 
 
 II. 
 
 Yet angels may refemble thee 
 In goodnefs, love and purity ; 
 Man too may thy blefl image bear, 
 And mine in robes which angels wear. 
 
 III. 
 
 Great author of th' immortal mind ! 
 For nobleft thoughts and views defign'd 5 
 Make me ambitious to exprefs 
 The image of thy holinefs. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Whilft I thy boundlefs love admire 
 Grant me to catch the facred fire ; 
 Thus mail my heavenly birth be known, 
 And for thyxhild thou wilt me own. 
 
 V. 
 
 Father, I fee thy fun arife 
 To chear thy friends and enemies ; 
 And when thy rain from heaven defcends 
 Thy bounty both alike befriends. 
 
 VI. 
 
 Enlarge my foul with love like thine ; 
 My moral powers by grace refine ; 
 So mail I feel another's woe, 
 And chearful feed an hungry foe. 
 
 F I hope
 
 42 HYMN XXXIII. 
 
 VII. 
 
 I hope for pardon through thy fon 
 For all the crimes which I have done : 
 O may the grace that pardons me 
 Conftrain me to forgive like thee. 
 
 XXXIII. Long Metre. 
 God's fupreme dominion. Pfal. xcvii. I. 
 
 I. 
 
 JEHOVAH reigns, thou earth rejoice, 
 Proclaim his praife with chearful voice: 
 Ye ifles the fpacious earth around 
 To diftant mores convey the found. 
 
 II. 
 
 Ye kings and princes him adore, 
 The fource of all your fov'reign power: 
 The meek he raifes to a throne, 
 And thrufts the haughty tyrant down. 
 
 III. 
 
 He pleads the juft and righteous caufe 
 Of kings that govern by his laws : 
 And when the heroes take the field 
 He is their helmet, he their Ihield. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Let mighty kings their armies boalt, 
 Their thoufands are a feeble hoft : 
 Let God the weak with flrength fupply r 
 And five mail make their hundreds fly. 
 
 V. 
 
 The hearts of kings he turns with eafe 
 To do whate'er his mind mall pleafe : 
 As gentle flreams, with little force, 
 Will quickly change their wonted courfe. 
 
 Tremble,
 
 HYMN XXXIV. 43 
 
 VI. 
 
 Tremble, them earth, before thy God, 
 Who fmites whole kingdoms with his rod -, 
 As lightning fwift his arrows fly, 
 And men by thoufands gafp and die. 
 
 VII. 
 
 Thy power, my fov' reign Lord, I own, 
 And humbly bow before thy throne ; 
 In thee I chearful put my truft, 
 Great ruler, holy, good, andjuft! 
 
 XXXIV. Long Metre. 
 Another on the fame fubjefi. 
 
 I. 
 
 THOU rul'ft fupreme, almighty God! 
 Both earth and heaven obey thy nod : 
 Nor faints above, nor men below 
 Muft dare to fay, Why doft thou fo ? 
 
 II. 
 
 Let God but fpeak, it doth fuffice, 
 The radiant fun forgets to rife : 
 Or mining, in mid-heaven will {land 
 Arrefted by his pow'rful hand. 
 
 III. 
 
 Empires and ftates, both great and fmall, 
 At his command or rife, or fall ; 
 The power that numbers all the ftars 
 Regards our moft minute affairs. 
 
 IV. 
 
 What's beft he knows, and what moft fit, 
 Difpute is vain, he faith fubmit : 
 To thee, O God ! I would refign 
 My foul, my all j thy will be mine. 
 
 F 2 Trufting
 
 44 HYMN XXXV. 
 V. 
 
 Trufting to thy fuperior (kill, 
 Thy precepts, Lord, may I fulfill: 
 In cleared light my duty place, 
 And I will run the heavenly race. 
 
 XXXV. Long Metre. 
 
 The enlargement of God's kingdom defired. 
 Mat. vi. 10. 
 
 I. 
 
 AWAKE my foul and gladly fin^ 
 The praifes of thy God and king , 
 Who reigns above the ftarry fky 
 Unrival'd in his majefty. 
 
 II. 
 
 His throne is heaven, his foot-ftool earth 
 To which his pow'rful word gave birth ; 
 The pureft light his robes compofe, 
 And truth the fceptre he has chofe. 
 
 III. 
 
 Myriads of angels round him wait, 
 His nobler minifters of ftate : 
 Fire, hail, and ftorm obey his word, 
 Th' inferior fervants of their Lord. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Sun, moon and liars arife and fet, 
 And ne'er their orders they forget : 
 Rejoice, Dearth! Jehovah reigns 
 The king of faints his throne maintains. 
 
 V. 
 
 The humble heart, that low abode 
 Is the beft empire of my God : 
 Erect thy kingdom, Lord, within, 
 And may thy grace fubduc each fin. 
 
 To
 
 HYMN XXXVI. 45 
 
 VI. 
 
 To diftant lands thy gofpel fend, 
 And thus thy empire \vide extend : 
 To Gentile, Turk, and ftubborn Jew, 
 Thou king of grace ! falvation fhew, 
 
 VII. 
 
 Where'er thy fun, or light arife, 
 Thy name, O God ! immortalize : 
 May nations yet unborn confefs, 
 Thy wifdom, power, and righteoufnefs. 
 XXXVI. Long Metre. 
 
 Angels paying their homage before the throne, 
 Ifa. vi. 2, 3, 4. 
 
 I. 
 
 EXERT my foul thy nobleft pow'rs 
 To praife th' eternal king : 
 fruitful fource of varied life, 
 Of good the conftant fpring. 
 
 II. 
 Up far above the fkies he fits 
 
 On his exalted throne : 
 In heaven, on earth, thro' air and feas, 
 He makes his glories known. 
 
 III. 
 Before his throne bright feraphs Hand, 
 
 Thofe minifters of fire -, 
 With love they burn, nor languor know 
 For angels never tire. 
 IV. 
 Two wings their radiant faces veil 
 
 To pay the rev'rence meet : 
 A pair with holy care they fpread 
 To cover clofe their feet, 
 
 For
 
 46 HYMN XXXVII. 
 V. 
 
 For fpeedy flight a pair re main, 
 
 And thefe they ftretch abroad ; 
 Swift like the light'ning to fulfill 
 
 The orders of their God. 
 
 VI. 
 In notes unknown to mortal ears 
 
 Thrice holy Lord they fing ; 
 Whilft with the mufick of their tongues 
 
 The heavenly arches ring. 
 
 VII. 
 Thou king of angels fweetly touch 
 
 My lips with thy pure fire ! 
 My fong muft be divine, when thou 
 
 The mufick wilt infpire. 
 
 XXXVII. Long Metre. 
 Angels our pattern in doing the will of God, 
 
 I. 
 
 AWAKE my (luggim foul, awake 
 Celeftial guides thy pattern make ; 
 Ambitious fee the fons of light, 
 And dare t' attempt an angel's flight. 
 
 II. 
 
 Not one rebellious can be found, 
 The peaceful courts of blifs around : 
 Angels and faints harmonious join 
 In work and pleafures all divine. 
 
 III. 
 
 Before the throne bright Gabriel Hands 
 Waiting to hear his Lord's commands ; 
 In ftrength excelling, and in (kill 
 Angels perform their fov'reign's will. 
 
 Wing'c*
 
 HYMN XXXVIII. 47 
 IV. 
 
 Wing'd with pure zeal and love they fly 
 With wond'rous fpeed down from the fkyj 
 *Before the faint concludes his prayer 
 The heavenly mefTenger is there. 
 
 Chearful they ferve their God and our's, 
 Before him proftrate all their pow'rs : 
 Unwearied all they leek no reft, 
 But in the thought to pleafe God beft. 
 
 VI. 
 
 Mount, O my foul, on wings of love, 
 And do below what's done above : 
 Angelick zeal, and ardor mew, 
 And thus commence an angel too. 
 
 XXXVIII. Long Metre. 
 
 The power of God in the kingdom of nature. 
 Pfal. xxix. 3, 4, 7, 8. 
 
 I. 
 
 GREAT is the Lord, his pow'r is great, 
 My tongue his mighty acts relate : 
 Adore and fear the fov'reign Lord, 
 Who rules all nature by his word. 
 
 II. 
 
 He fpeaks- the gath'ring clouds obey ; 
 Thick darknefs veils the face of day ; 
 Swift light'nings burft the pitchy cloud, 
 And awful thunders roar aloud. 
 
 Rous'd 
 
 * Daniel ix. 21. Yea whilft I was fpeaktng in prayer, 
 even the man Gabriel, whom I had feen in the vifion at the 
 beginning, being caufed to fly fwiftly, touched me about 
 the time of the evening oblation. See A&s x. 30, 3 1.
 
 48 HYMN XXXIX. 
 
 HI. 
 
 Rous'd at his call the winds awake, 
 And from their wings deftruction fhake ; 
 With groans the bending woods refound, 
 And caft their honours to the ground. 
 
 IV. 
 
 On rnounting waves the failors rife, 
 They feem to touch the very ikies , 
 Inftant they plunge with dreadful hifs, 
 O'erwhelm'd and loft in the abyfs. 
 
 V. 
 
 Well may poor mortals fear and quake, 
 His voice makes hills and mountains make: 
 Far o'er the land the billows dam, 
 And cities fall with hideous cram. 
 
 VI. 
 
 He fpeaks the winds their fury ceafe, 
 The raging waves are hufh'd to peace ; 
 Nature her calmeft looks puts on, 
 Well pleased the fudden night is gone. 
 
 VII. 
 
 Great is the Lord, his pow'r is great ; 
 My tongue his mighty acl:s relate; 
 Adore and fear the lbv'rei;n Lord, 
 Who rules all nature by his word. 
 
 XXXIX. Common Metre. 
 *?#<? power of God in earthquakes. 
 
 I. 
 RE AT God ! thy vaft and deep defigns 
 
 What mortal can explore ? 
 To trace thy fteps is not our part, 
 But humbly to adore. 
 
 Slow 
 
 * Compos'd on occafiott of the dreadful earthquake at 
 Lifbon, 1755-
 
 H Y M N XL. 49 
 
 n. 
 
 Slow is thy wrath, thy patience great ; 
 
 , But when thy anger burns 
 
 It lhakes the earth, it makes the Tea 
 
 And mountains overturns. 
 
 III. 
 Deep in the earth thy magazines 
 
 Of dreadful vengeance lie ; 
 And when thy blafl mail fire the train 
 
 Huge rocks mail upwards fly. 
 
 IV. 
 Convulfions feize the heaving earth 
 
 At thy almighty call ; 
 Cities with all their lofty towers 
 
 In hideous ruin fall, 
 V. 
 Repent, repent, thy vengeance cries, 
 
 May Britain hear thy rodj 
 Forgive our fins, Lord, fpare our land, 
 
 And ftill be Britain's God. 
 
 VI. 
 Whilft mercy lafts may Britons know 
 
 The; feafon of thy grace : 
 Left fiery vengeance mould confume 
 
 A vile rebellious race. 
 
 XL. Common Metre. 
 An Hymn before Prayer* Mat. vi. 7. 8. 
 
 I. 
 
 OHow endearing is the name 
 Of God our heavenly king ! 
 Hearer of prayer in every age, 
 Of grace th* eternal fpring, 
 
 G YQ
 
 50 HYMN XLL 
 
 II. 
 
 Ye pious fouls devoutly come 
 
 To worlhip at his throne: 
 Before your lips begin to move 
 
 Your wants to him are known. 
 
 III. 
 A father's eye by night and day 
 
 The heaven-born child furveys: 
 A father's ear is open ftill 
 
 To hear him when he prays. 
 
 IV. 
 The humble faint mail always find 
 
 An heavenly father nigh ; 
 Who knows the language of his heart r 
 
 The meaning of a figh. 
 
 Our words 'tis needlefs to repeat 
 
 As ftupid heathens do : 
 And the long prayers of Pharifees 
 
 Are ftill but empty mew. 
 
 VI. 
 Few be our words, thofe few well weigh'd j 
 
 Such reverence we owe 
 To him who rules in heaven above, 
 
 And on the earth below. 
 
 XLI. Common Metre. 
 ^he majefty and mercy of God. 
 
 I. 
 
 HE reigns th j almighty reigns fupreme, 
 Ye humble faints rejoice : 
 Natbns attend with awe, and hear 
 The thunder of his voice. 
 
 Dominions,
 
 HYMN XLII. 51 
 
 II. 
 
 Dominions, thrones, and mighty power* 
 
 Lie proftrate at his feet: 
 Each feraph lays his glittering crown 
 
 Before his awful feat. 
 III. 
 Ten thoufand fhining fervants wait 
 
 His orders to fulfill : 
 As light'ning fwift they fly to fave, 
 
 And fly as fwift to kill. 
 IV. 
 Earth trembles at one look of his, 
 
 And mighty feas retire : 
 Touch'd by his hand the mountains fmoke, 
 
 And pour down liquid fire. 
 
 Great as his power, fo great his grace. 
 
 For mercy guards his throne : 
 By mercy more than by his wrath 
 
 He chufes to be known. 
 
 VI. 
 Lord, may thy terrors fill my foul 
 
 With facred awe of thee , 
 So mail thy power, and boundlefs grace 
 
 My conftant refuge be. 
 
 XLII. Short Metre. 
 
 Drawing nigh to God. Pfal. Ixxiii. 28. 
 
 I. 
 
 I'LL wait on thee, my God; 
 To thee lift up mine eyes ; 
 Long as I live I'll call on thee, 
 For thou wilt hear my cries. 
 
 G 2 Come
 
 52 HYMN XLII. 
 
 II. 
 
 Come all my powers unite 
 
 To feek th* Almighty name : 
 The prayer of faith has wonders done, 
 
 And ftill may do the fame. 
 
 III. 
 The morning light mail bear 
 
 Its witnefs to my cry , 
 And when the evening fpreads hqr veil 
 
 My voice mall reach the fky. 
 
 IV. 
 Search gracious God, my heart, 
 
 And make it clean throughout 
 So will I worfhip thee in truth, 
 
 Nor wifh to feem devout, 
 
 V. 
 The men of heart fmcere 
 
 Shall always find thee nigh : 
 Thy prefence mall revive their fouls 
 
 And ev'ry want fupply. 
 
 VI. 
 My help muft come from thee, 
 
 On thee my hopes I place ; 
 For boundlefs power mull needs perform 
 
 The promifes of grace. 
 
 VII. 
 My God ! if 'tis fo good 
 
 Now to draw nigh to thee -, 
 "What joys muft fill my raptur'd foul 
 
 Thy blifsful face to fee ? 
 
 Prayer
 
 HYMN XLIII. $$ 
 
 XLIII. Common Metre. 
 Prayer and praife for temporal UeJJlngs. 
 
 I. 
 
 FROM thee my God all blefllngs fpring, 
 To thee my life I owe j 
 My lungs by thee were bid to heave, 
 My feet were taught to go. 
 
 Thy wool me cloaths, thy bread I eat, 
 
 Thy ftreams my thirft allay : 
 Each night thou fpread'ft a tent around, 
 
 Kind guardian through the day. 
 
 A friend, that med'cine fweet of life, 
 
 To thee my God I owe : 
 Health, credit, liberty and peace 
 
 All from thy bounty flow. 
 
 IV. 
 Author of good ! I praife thy name, 
 
 On thee I ftill depend : 
 Give me this day my daily bread, 
 
 All needful bleffings fend. 
 
 V. 
 If more thou giv'ft, I thank thee Lord ; 
 
 If lefs, ftill kind thou art : 
 Content with this may I fecure 
 
 That fure and better part. 
 
 VI. 
 Next to thy right may I have claim 
 
 To all that I call mine ; 
 My honeft labours profper Lord, 
 
 Thus give me that is thine. 
 
 All
 
 54 HYMN XLIV. 
 VII. 
 
 All anxious cares that wound my peace, 
 
 Lord baniih from my breaft ; 
 The future I would leave with thee 
 
 For thou wilt do the beft. 
 
 XLIV. Common Metre. 
 
 A morning fong. 
 
 I. 
 
 GOD of my life ! my morning fong, 
 To thee I chearful raife ; 
 Thy acts of love 'tis good to fmg, 
 And pleafant 'tis to praife. 
 
 Guardian of men ! thy wakeful eyes 
 
 Nor deep nor (lumber know : 
 Thine eyes pierce thro' the fhades of night, 
 
 Intent on all below. 
 
 III. 
 Suftain'd by thee, my opening eyes 
 
 Salute the morning light ; 
 Secure I ftand unhurt by all 
 
 The arrows of the night. 
 
 IV. 
 Had not thy friendly angels ftretch'd 
 
 Their wings around my head, 
 With thoufands more I might have been 
 
 Now number'd with the dead. 
 
 V. 
 My life renew'd, my ftrength repair'd, 
 
 To thee, my God is due : 
 Teach me thy ways, and give me grace 
 
 My duty to purfue. 
 
 From
 
 HYMN XLV. 5 
 
 VI. 
 
 From every evil me defend, 
 
 But guard me moft from fin ; 
 Direct my going out, O Lord, 
 
 And blefs my coming in. 
 VII. 
 
 may thy holy fear command 
 Each action, thought, and word -, 
 
 Then mail I fweetly clofe the day, 
 
 Approv'd of thee my Lord. 
 
 VIII. 
 How happy mall I be, my God! 
 
 If confcience will but fay, 
 When the account is made at night, 
 
 " I've truely liv'd to day." 
 
 XLV. Common Metre. 
 An evening fong. 
 
 TO thee, my God, great fource of good! 
 My evening fong is due; 
 Morning and noon and every night 
 Thy mercies ftill are new. 
 
 II. 
 
 What mail I render for thy care 
 Which me this day has kept ? 
 A thankful heart's the leaft return, 
 And this thou wilt accept. 
 
 III. 
 
 What fins, and follies, holy God \ 
 I may this day have done, 
 
 1 would confefs with grief, and pray 
 
 For pardon through thy fon. 
 
 Wheit
 
 56 HYMN XLVL 
 IV. 
 
 When fleep, death's image, fail mall feal 
 
 My heavy eye-lids down, 
 And in the world which fancy forms 
 
 My thoughts and fenfss drown ; 
 
 In this my weak defencelefs ftate 
 
 Proteft me by thy arm : 
 Thus mall I fweetly fleep, and wake 
 
 Refrem'd, and free from harm. 
 
 yi. 
 
 O like thy fun when I arife 
 
 May I unwearied run ; 
 And wifer be, and better left 
 
 By every fetting fun. 
 
 VII. 
 Much of my precious time I've loft, 
 
 This foolim wafte forgive: 
 To death brought nearer by one day 
 
 May I make hafte to live. 
 
 XL VI. Common Metre. 
 Afecond evening fong. 
 
 I. 
 
 AUTHOR of life! with grateful heart 
 My evening fong I raife; 
 But, O thy thoufand thoufand gifts 
 Exceed my higheft praife ! 
 
 Thy hand unfeen throughout the day 
 
 Has been my fure defence : 
 And every hour has ftill been fill'd. 
 
 With thy beneficence.
 
 HYMN XL VI. ^5 
 III. 
 
 By thee my table has been fpread, 
 
 Thy bounty I adore : 
 Which fills my heart with food and joy. 
 
 And makes my cup runo'er. 
 
 IV. 
 Whilfl fome poor wretches fcarce can find 
 
 A fhelter for their head , 
 I dwell fecur'd from cold and ftorms. 
 
 And reft upon my bed. 
 
 Let guardian angels round my head 
 
 Their conftant vigils keep : 
 Or rather, Lord, may thy own wings 
 
 Surround me whim: I fleep. 
 
 VI. 
 Now night has fpread her fable veil 
 
 I would the day review; 
 My errors nicely mark and fee 
 
 Whatftill I have to do. 
 VII. 
 Thy fun, bright fervant of the world, 
 
 His daily race has run ; 
 But yet how little is it, Lord, 
 
 That I for thee have done ? 
 
 VIII. 
 Roufe all my active pow'rs, O God ! 
 
 And grant thy quick'ning gracej 
 Then on the morrow with thy fun 
 
 I'll run my heavenly race. 
 
 H An
 
 58 HYMN XLVII. 
 XLVII. Long Metre. 
 An evening reflection. 
 I. 
 
 THE fun is fet the day that's paft 
 May prove to me my very laft : 
 This night I may the world forfake, 
 And in eternity awake. 
 
 IL 
 
 Or mould kind heaven me longer fpare, 
 Yet death may feize ere I'm aware i 
 To me may fet life's dubious fun, 
 Before the work of life is done. 
 
 III. 
 
 Then why mould I this work delay 
 Who muft not boaft another day? 
 This moment fcarce I call my own, 
 For whilft I fpeak behold 'tis gone. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Yet on life's fhort, and narrow fpan 
 Depends the blifs or woe of man: 
 Tears and repentance come too late 
 When death has fix'd my final ftate. 
 
 V. 
 
 Seize then the moments as they fly ; 
 Learn well to live, and well to die : 
 Long lives the man, nor dies too foon y 
 Who lives 'till his great work is done. 
 The above Hymn may be fuited to any part of the 
 day by beginning with the following Stanza. 
 
 Soon will this haft'ning day be paft; 
 And this perhaps may prove my laft : 
 This night I may the world forikke, 
 And in eternity awake.
 
 HYMN XLVIII. 59 
 
 XLVIII. Long Metre. 
 
 An hymn for the Lord's day morning. 
 
 t 
 
 COME join with me to praife the Lord, 
 The honours of his grace record j 
 Within his temple chearful meet, 
 And humbly bow before his feat. 
 
 II. 
 
 Each bufy care forfake my breaft, 
 Welcome my foul this day of reft: 
 The day whereon thy Saviour rofe, 
 And rifmg triumph'd o'er thy foes. 
 
 HI. 
 
 The pure and upright heart, O Godi 
 Has ever been thy choice abode : 
 Purge clean my heart from every fm x 
 Then condefcendto dwell therein. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Kindle within the facred fire, 
 So mall my thoughts to heaven afpire , 
 On wings of faith and love I'll rife 
 To thee who dwell'ft above the fkies. 
 
 V. 
 
 Enlarge my foul in all her powers, 
 And blefs thefe confecrated hours ; 
 Imprint each doctrine on my heart, 
 And from thy laws I'll ne'er depart. 
 
 VI. 
 
 Too weak my refolutions are, 
 And inefficient all my care: 
 To thee my hope, my ftrength, I fly, 
 For thou can'ft every want fupply. 
 H 2
 
 60 HYMN XLIX: 
 
 XLIX. Long Metre. 
 Afecond hymn for the Lord's day morn. 
 
 THE day, O God ! the night is thine, 
 Thro' all thy works thy glories fhine : 
 Sun, moon, and ftars, a wond'rous frame, 
 Proclaim the honours of thy name. 
 
 II. 
 
 Thy day thon uncreated light ! 
 Ne'er had a morn, (hall fee no night : 
 Suns rife and fet, and the pale moon, 
 But thine is one eternal noon. 
 
 III. 
 
 On this bleft day my heart infpire, 
 And kindle there each pure defire , 
 To praife thy name is fweet employ, 
 Be this my work, my higheft joy. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Grateful I'll raife my * morning fong, 
 Whilft life remains the notes prolong ; 
 So great thy mercies, Lord, I find 
 They leave all numbers far behind. 
 
 V. 
 
 Dart down a ray of thine own light, 
 And from my foul difpel the night : 
 Create the intellectual day 
 To guide me on my heavenly way. 
 
 " VI. 
 
 My paffions under thy controul 
 In clearefl ftreams mall fmoothly roll ; 
 To waft me to that better ihore, 
 ."Where fin and forrow are no more. A third 
 
 * This hymn may be accommodated to the Lord's-day 
 evening, by ufing the word EVENING inftead of morning, 
 ftanza 4.
 
 H Y M N L. 61 
 
 L. Common Metre. 
 A third hymn for the Lord's day morn. 
 
 I. 
 
 T TAIL happy morn ! whofe early ray 
 ji Beheld the faviour rife , 
 Welcome again aufpicious day, 
 To our rejoicing eyes. 
 
 Ye humble fouls with guilt opprefs'd, 
 
 In Jefus fee your cure : 
 For man's offence he died, and rofe 
 
 To make your pardon lure. 
 
 III. 
 On this bleft morn, birth-day of hope 
 
 Let not one foul be fad , 
 This is the Day the Lord hath made, 
 
 And bids his faints be o-lad. 
 
 IV. 
 Come, and the wonders of the day 
 
 In notes harmonious fing : 
 Tell to the world the conquefts gain'd 
 
 By your victorious king. 
 
 O happy fouls that feel the pow'r 
 
 Of his attractive love ! 
 With him they die, with him they live, 
 
 And feek the things above. 
 
 VI. 
 Lord, may I feel this facred power 
 
 And this communion know : 
 Not all the world calls good and great, 
 
 Can equal blifs beftow, 
 
 ^fourth
 
 62 H Y M N LI. 
 
 j^TMS 
 
 J_ E 
 Forfake 
 
 LI. Common Metre. 
 A fourth bymnfcr the Lord's day. 
 
 I. 
 
 the Lord's day awake my foul, 
 Exert thy nobleft powers"; 
 the world, nor let it's cares 
 Pollute the facred hours. 
 
 II. 
 How often have it's buiy cares, 
 
 Or trifles itill more vain, 
 Dar'd to ufurp thy maker's right, 
 And rob'd thee of thy gain ? 
 
 III. 
 My folly, Lord, I here lament, 
 
 For warmer zeal I pray : 
 O fix my roving heart, no more 
 From thee my God to ftray. 
 
 IV. 
 Form thou my heart to pray aright ; 
 
 Tune thou rny lips to fing : 
 Bear Lord, O bear my foul to thee 
 On pure devotion's wing ! 
 
 V. 
 With ear attentive may I hear 
 
 The truths thy laws impart : 
 Lord give the underftanding mind, 
 And the obedient heart. 
 
 VI. 
 Planted within thy facred courts/ 
 
 Deep may I ftrike my root ; 
 ^Whilft my wide-fpreading branches yield 
 The choiceft heavenly fruit. 
 
 Thus
 
 HYMN LII. 63 
 
 VII. 
 
 Thus fliall thy name be glorified, 
 
 And my profefllon Ihine : 
 The fruits of righteoulnefs mall fpeak. 
 
 The doctrine all divine. 
 
 LII. Common Metre. 
 Fifth hymn on the Lord's day. 
 
 I. 
 
 VAIN world with all thy bufy cares 
 And glittering toys depart : 
 A nobler gueft demands my time, 
 'Tis Tefus claims my heart. 
 
 II. 
 He rofe, the great redeemer rofe, 
 
 And mark'd this facred day : 
 Come all ye faints, with pious hafte, 
 Your chearful homage pay. 
 
 Sing all the wonders of his death ; 
 
 His rifen glories tell : 
 His vict'ries and his triumphs fmg 
 
 O'er fin, and death, and hell. 
 
 IV. 
 Be glad, for 'tis the glorious day 
 
 Defign'd for holy joy : 
 In prayer, in praife, in heavenly love. 
 
 The facred hours employ. 
 
 V. 
 Come ye 'that hunger, feaft your fouls- 
 
 With truths divinely pure : 
 Such food gives life to dying fouls, 
 
 And fhall that life fecure. 
 
 Whilft
 
 64 HYMN LIII. 
 
 VI. 
 
 Whilft life's rich fountain overflows,. 
 
 What mould your feet reftrain ? 
 Come all ye thirtty fouls and drink, 
 
 Drink deep, and drink aorain. 
 
 VII. 
 Thou God of grace ! fhine on our fouls, 
 
 And our beft paffions move ; 
 Ourfongs (hall pleafe, whilftwe refolve 
 
 To hear, obey, and love. 
 
 LIII. Common Metre. 
 On the New Tear. 
 
 I. 
 
 MARK how the fwift-wing'd minutes fty, 
 And hours ftill haft'ning on : 
 foon the circling months run round 
 To tell the year is gone ! 
 
 II. 
 Indulge my foul the ferious thought, 
 
 The year that's paft review : 
 What good, what evil haft thou done, 
 What work haft thou to do ? 
 
 III. 
 How is thy debt of love increas'd 
 
 To that fuftaining power 
 Which has upheld thy feeble frame, 
 And brought thee to this hour ? 
 
 IV. 
 Millions and millions the paft year 
 
 Are loft to mortal fight , 
 Sunk in death's fhades, whilft thou ftill liv'ft 
 To hail the joyous light. 
 
 For
 
 HYMN LIV. 65 
 v. 
 
 t'or all thy favours, O my God ! 
 
 Thy goodnefs I adore ; 
 Thou haft my cup with bleffings fill'd, 
 
 And made that cup run o'er. 
 
 VL 
 Forgive chro* my redeemer's name 
 
 The guilt that marks the year : 
 And make me more than ever ftrive 
 
 To keep my confcience clear. 
 
 VII. 
 What mall befal in future life 
 
 I chufe not to enquire j 
 To be prepar'd for all thy will 
 
 Is Lord my chief defire, 
 
 VIII. 
 Should'ft thou, the Lord of life, ftill add 
 
 More years unto the laft, 
 May each new year be better fpent 
 
 Than I have fpent the paft. 
 
 IX. 
 Or if before the new year clofe 
 
 Thou mould'ft arreft my breath, 
 May I ftand every hour prepar'd 
 
 For flow or fudden death. 
 
 LIV. Common Metre. 
 
 The feafons of the year. 
 
 I. 
 
 THE rolling year, almighty Lord! 
 Obeys thy powerful nod: 
 Each feafon as it filent moves 
 Declares the prefent God, 
 
 I The
 
 66 HYMN LIV, 
 
 II. 
 
 The varied months are full of thee, 
 
 With thy rich bounty crown'd : 
 The circling days, and fleet- wing'd hours 
 
 Thy various praife refound. 
 
 III. 
 Wak'd by thy voice out fleps the fpring 
 
 In living green new dreft : 
 On hills, in vales, thro' fields and groves 
 
 Thy beauties ftand confeft. 
 
 IV. 
 Now joy the living tribes infpires; 
 
 The birds fweet mufick bring: 
 The bleating flocks the concert join, 
 
 And rivers feem to fing. 
 
 V. 
 The fun calls forth the fummer months, 
 
 Nor do the hours delay : 
 The fruits with varied colours glow 
 
 Beneath his ripening ray. 
 
 *Tis now, almighty God ! we fee 
 
 Thy forked light'nings fly: 
 Now 'tis thy voice in thunder roars, 
 
 And makes the lower iky. 
 
 VII. 
 * Thy bounty, Lord, in autumn mines, 
 
 And fpreads a common feaft: 
 He that regards his favourite man 
 
 Will not negled the beaft. 
 
 VIII. 
 When winter rears her hoary head, 
 
 And mews her furrow'd brow, 
 In ftorms and tempefts, frofts and mows 
 
 How awful, Lord, art thou ! The 
 
 * See Thornton's Hymn on the feafons.
 
 HYMN LV. 67 
 
 IX. 
 
 The rolling year, almighty Lord! 
 
 Obeys thy powerful nod : 
 Each feafon as it filent moves 
 
 Declares the prefent God. 
 
 LV. Common Metre. 
 On the faring. 
 
 I. 
 
 THE icy chains that bound the earth 
 Are now diffolv'd and gone : 
 Wak'd by the fun the blooming fpring 
 Puts his new livery on. 
 
 II. 
 Where awful defolation reign'd 
 
 Bleft plenty rears her head > 
 Exulting with a fmile to fee 
 Her late deftroyer fled. 
 
 III. 
 Teeming with life th j advancing fun 
 
 Protracts the falling day ; 
 Grand light of heaven ! he feems to wim 
 To make a longer flay. 
 
 IV. 
 In clouds of gold behold him fet, 
 
 Beyond the weft he flies : 
 Short is his nightly courfe, and focn 
 He gilds the eaftern fkies, 
 
 V. 
 Behold the tuneful lark mounts up 
 
 To hail the new-born day ; 
 y heaven taught fhe fwells her throat 
 Her earlieft fong to pay. , 
 
 1 2 Rife
 
 68 HYMN LVJ. 
 
 VI. 
 
 Rife flupid man, and tune thy voice 
 
 To hail the blooming fpring : 
 By nature's various charms infpir'd 
 
 Thy great creator fmg. 
 
 VII. 
 Thro' all her beauteous fcenes admire 
 
 His wifdom and his power: 
 Behold the God in every plant, 
 
 In every opening flower. 
 
 VIII. 
 Yet in his word the God of grace 
 
 Has wrote his fairer name : 
 The wonders of redeeming love 
 
 My nobleft fongs mall claim. 
 
 IX. 
 With warmeft beams, thou God of grace! 
 
 Shine on this heart of mine: 
 Turn thou my winter into fpring, 
 
 And be the glory thine. 
 
 LVI. Common Metre. 
 An Harveft Hymn. 
 
 I. 
 
 TO praife the ever bounteous Lord, 
 My foul, wake all thy powers : 
 He calls, and at his voice come forth 
 The fmiling harveft hours. 
 
 II. 
 His covenant with the earth he keeps ; 
 
 My tongue his goodnefs fmg : 
 
 Summer and winter know their time, 
 
 His harveft crowns the fpring. 
 
 Well
 
 HYMN LVII. 69 
 
 III. 
 
 Well pleas'd the toiling fwains behold 
 
 The waving yellow crop: 
 With joy they bear the {heaves away, 
 
 And fow again in hope. 
 
 IV. 
 Thus teach me, gracious God, to fow 
 
 The feeds of righteonfnefs: 
 Smile on my foul, and with thy beams 
 
 The ripening harveft blefs. 
 
 Then in the laft great harveft I 
 
 Shall reap a glorious crop : 
 The harveft ill all by far exceed 
 
 What I have fow'd in hope. 
 
 LVII. Common Metre. 
 A fong of praife to God. 
 
 I. 
 
 LONG as I live thy praife, my God! 
 Shall my glad tongue employ : 
 Praife (the beft work of heaven) mail be 
 On earth my higheft joy. 
 
 Should I be dumb thy works would join 
 
 To mark my lafting mame: 
 Heaven, earth and feas without a tongue 
 
 Declare thy glorious name. 
 
 III. 
 There's not an infect wings thine air, 
 
 Or worm beneath the clod 
 But mews thy power, and fkill divine; 
 
 But fpeaks theprefent God. 
 
 Thee
 
 70 HYMN LVIII. 
 IV. 
 
 Thee, will I praife, the prefent God, 
 
 In whom I live and move : 
 But who the thoufandth part can mew 
 
 Of all thy boundlefs love ? 
 
 V. 
 Not angels, whofe fublimer ftrains 
 
 So far our notes excel, 
 Can all thy varied wonders fpeak ; 
 
 Or all thy goodnefs tell. 
 
 VI. 
 Yet where the willing mind is found 
 
 Thou wilt thine ear incline : 
 A fault'ring fong mall pleafe infpir'd 
 
 By gratitude divine. 
 VII. 
 In the bright worlds of endlefs day, 
 
 Where angels fing thy praife, 
 I hope, when freed from mortal chains, 
 
 A nobler fong to raife. 
 
 LVIII. Common Metre. 
 
 Theprefence of God the Chriftian'sfupport in 
 life and death. 
 
 I. 
 
 NOT to his heaven the God of grace, 
 His prefence doth confine : 
 He vifits earth to give his faints 
 A talle of joys divine. 
 
 II. 
 Bleft fouls, whom no temptations move 
 
 To leave the facred road : 
 "With them the God of heaven will dwell 
 Nor quit his lov'd abode, 
 
 How
 
 HYMN LIX. 71 
 
 III. 
 
 How great their blifs to meet their God 
 
 In his own houfe of prayer ! 
 Sweet glide the hours whilft they enjoy 
 
 Their God their Saviour there. 
 
 IV. 
 What pleafures in the clofet dwell, 
 
 To men profane unknown ! 
 When moil retir'd the joyful faint 
 
 Has been the leaft alone. 
 
 V. 
 Let the dark clouds offorrow rife, 
 
 And thunders loud begin, 
 God's prefence mall difpel his fears, 
 
 And make a calm within. 
 
 VI. 
 Let God be near, and joys divine 
 
 Shall from a prifon fpring: 
 His faints mail fmile amidft their chains, 
 
 And in a dungeon fmg. 
 
 VII. 
 Lord, may thy prefence me attend 
 
 Whilft I have life and breath; 
 Then will I fmile in every ftorm, 
 
 And triumph e'en in. death, 
 
 LIX. Common Metre. 
 Praife to God for the gofpeL 
 
 ft 
 
 BRITONS with thankful hearts adore 
 The gracious Gou of heaven : 
 Sing the great acts his hands have done, 
 The blefiings he has given. 
 
 With
 
 72 H Y M N LX< 
 
 II. 
 
 With pity he beheld thefe ifles 
 
 O'erfpread with darkeft night : 
 He fpake, and truth at once arofe 
 
 With beams divinely bright. 
 
 III. 
 The glorious gofpel of his fon 
 
 Lies open to our eyes : 
 Here our immortal hopes are found, 
 
 And our beft treafure lies. 
 
 IV. 
 No fields of feign'd Elyfian blifs 
 
 The facred pages know : 
 No paradife where fenfual joys 
 
 In muddy currents flow. 
 
 V. 
 5 Tis blifs fubftantial, ever pure 
 
 Awaits the pious dead : 
 The blifs of angels, andthejoys 
 
 Of Chrift their glorious head. 
 
 VI. 
 O for an heart by heaven infpir'd 
 
 With gratitude and love ! 
 My tongue the gofpel's grace mould fing, 
 
 My life it's power mould prove. 
 
 LX. Common Metre. 
 'The afpiration and complaint. 
 
 I. 
 
 UP far beyond thefe lower fkies 
 My thoughts would wing their way,- 
 To thofe bright worlds afcend where reigns 
 An everlafting day* 
 
 To
 
 HYMN LX. 73 
 
 II. 
 
 To thee, great fource of light and life ! 
 
 My foul defires to foar; 
 To gaze upon thy glories, Lord, 
 
 And whilft I gaze, adore. 
 
 III. 
 Well pleas'd I ftretch my wings, and feem 
 
 To mount as angels do; 
 Earth leflens to my fight whilft I 
 
 Thy bleft abode purfue. 
 
 IV. 
 But ah ! how foon I drop the wing, 
 
 Unequal to the flight : 
 I fink, I fall, and heaven now 
 
 Is almoft out of fight. 
 V. 
 3 T'is earth that weighs my fpirits down, 
 
 This heavy, fenfelefs clod 
 Deprives me of my nobleft joys, 
 
 And robs me of my God. 
 
 VI. 
 Pity my weaknefs, Lord, and give 
 
 Strong wings of faith and love : 
 On angel's pinions bear my foul 
 
 To thy bleft feat above. 
 
 VII. 
 In thee may all my wifhes fix, 
 
 My heart, my mind and foul ; 
 True as the faithful needle tends 
 
 To its beloved pole. 
 
 K Seeking
 
 74 HYMN LXI. 
 
 LXI. Common Metre. 
 Seeking divine inftruffion. Jam. i. 5. 
 
 I. 
 
 FATHER, of lights ! thou fource of good ! 
 Beft objed of my love ! 
 Wifdom's thy gift, this heavenly ray 
 Send from thy throne above. 
 
 II. 
 
 One ray of thine mall quick difpel 
 The mifts that cloud my fight ; 
 And truth lhall all her charms reveal, 
 In beams of heavenly light. 
 
 III. 
 O teach me thy great felf to know, 
 
 And do thy holy will : 
 Thy love mail chear my drooping foul, 
 And my belt hopes fulfill. 
 
 IV. 
 The facred truths thy word contains 
 
 Before my eyes diiplay : 
 Thofe beft mall know thy heavenly will, 
 Who beft thy laws obey. 
 
 V. 
 
 Should I in errors mazes ftray, 
 My wand'ring feet reclaim : 
 My foul reftor'd mail grateful fmg, 
 The honours of thy name. 
 
 LXII. Common Metre. 
 fbe favour of God is cur life. Pfalm xxx. 5. 
 
 I. 
 
 THE gen'ral voice of men attend, 
 Who ihews the good they cry ; 
 Moft feek, but few alas ! purfue 
 
 A true felicity. Let
 
 HYMN LXI1I. 75 
 
 II. 
 
 Let Eaft and Weftern Indies join 
 
 To make us rich and great, 
 The fmner's poor with all his wealth, 
 
 And mean with all his flate. 
 
 III. 
 The reftlefs foul of big defires, 
 
 On earth no blifs can find : 
 He that has form'd can only fill 
 
 The vaft immortal mind. 
 
 IV. 
 Thy favour Lord is purefl life , 
 
 With thee the fountain is : 
 The ftreams of joy that flow from thee, 
 
 Make up a fea of blifs. 
 
 V. 
 Let others feek their reft below, 
 
 To thee may I afpire : 
 On me thy faireft image draw, 
 
 And more I can't deiire. 
 
 LXIII. Common Metre. 
 The beft choice, or God our fupreme bappinefs. 
 
 I. 
 
 WELL 'tis an empty dream I fee 
 To feek for blifs below: 
 Falfe world, to promife that which thou 
 Ne'er didft, or canft beftow. 
 
 II. 
 By thy delufive charms enfnafd, 
 
 I liftened to thy voice : 
 But now the heavenly, perfect fair 
 Commands my better choice. 
 
 K 2 Be
 
 76 HYMN LXIV. 
 
 III. 
 Be thou my portion, O my God ! 
 
 And let me call thee mine : 
 Then thoufand worlds for thy great felf, 
 
 I could with joy refign. 
 
 IV. 
 In thee, thou greateft ! firft and beft ! 
 
 Perfections boundlefs meet : 
 Thou a)l-fumcient good muft be 
 
 A portion moft eompleat ! 
 
 V. 
 Thou art my fun, and thou my fhield ; 
 
 No good wilt thou deny : 
 The men of upright heart mail find 
 
 In thee a full fupply. 
 
 Whate'er I lofe, which earth calls good, 
 
 I would not dare repine : 
 Enough I have ; I'm rkh, I'm full, 
 
 Whilft thou, O Lord, art mine. 
 
 LXIV. Common Metre. 
 
 On the fame. 
 
 I. 
 
 LET the unthinking many cry 
 Bleft are the rich and great ; 
 Who fwim in wealth, and gayly mine 
 In all the pomp of ftate. 
 
 O empty dream ! to call that blifs 
 
 "W hich is a gi ded toy : 
 O blind and ilupid fouls ! whofeek 
 
 And find no higher joy. 
 
 Be
 
 HYMN LXV. 77 
 
 III. 
 
 Be thou my portion, Lord, and I 
 
 At once am rich and great : 
 More bleft than if the earth was mine. 
 
 And I fole potentate. 
 IV. 
 'Tis empire, Lord, to rule for thee, 
 
 And by thy grace controul 
 Thofe foes that threaten to deftrcy 
 
 My never-dying foul. 
 V. 
 Such vid'ries mail to triumphs lead, 
 
 Sweet inward peace beilow ; 
 Thy peace, O God ! which men on earth 
 
 Can never fully know. 
 VI. 
 Grant me the blifs, thou fov'reign good ! 
 
 To fay that thou art mine : 
 The rich mall boafl their pomp and power. 
 
 And I'll not once repine. 
 
 VII. 
 How mean their joys compar'd with thofe 
 
 That from thy prefence flow ! 
 Thy fmiles give heav'n its noblefl joys, 
 
 And make a heaven below. 
 
 LXV. Long Metre. 
 
 Divine providence. Matt. vi. 26. and Matt; 
 x. 29, 30. 
 
 I. 
 
 HOW richly Lord, dofl thou difpenfe 
 The bounties of thy providence ! 
 O'er all thy works thy mercies are, 
 Nor is the leaft beneath thy care. To
 
 7$ HYMN LXV. 
 II. 
 
 To man thou art fupremely good, 
 Thou giv'ft the labouring beaft his food j 
 And birds of every different wing 
 Fed by thy hand rejoice and fmg. 
 
 III. 
 
 Without thy will, great Lord of all ! 
 A chirping fparrow fhall not fall ; 
 Our very hairs, or few or more, 
 By thee are known and number'd o'er. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Thy hands in richeft drefs array 
 The verdant herb, the lillies gay ; 
 Lillies whofe native beauties far 
 Outfhine the robes which monarchs wear. 
 
 V. 
 
 Can then thy providence forget 
 To clothe thy faints, to give them meat ? 
 Thy hand which feeds the raven's brood, 
 Will give thy faints the needful good. 
 
 VI. 
 
 If:riches, Lord, thou mould'ft deny, 
 My foul with better things fupply : 
 I muft be rich if I pofiefs 
 Thy kingdom with its righteoufnefs. 
 
 VII. 
 
 This glorious kingdom to enjoy, 
 Be it my firft, my chief employ : 
 The reft, O Lord, I leave with thee 
 Who know'ft what's good, what's beft for me. 
 
 God
 
 HYMN LXVI. 79 
 
 LXVI. Long Metre. 
 
 God the preferver of men. Job vii. 20. 
 
 I. 
 
 UPHELD my God, by thine own hand, 
 Of grace the monument I ftand : 
 To thee imceafing thanks I owe, 
 From whom my blefiings conftant flow. 
 
 Why did not the uncertain womb 
 Which gave me life, provide my tomb ? 
 With thoufands more I might have fled, 
 Born in the number of the dead. 
 
 III. 
 
 Why in the frequent dubious ftrife 
 'Twixt threat'ning death and new-born life, 
 Did I, weak babe, the fhock fuftain, 
 And fland where millions have been flain. 
 
 IV. 
 
 'Tis thou, O Lord, didft keep my breath, 
 And make me conqu'ror over death : 
 To thee the triumph I refign, 
 And all the glory, Lord, be thine. 
 
 V. 
 
 Guardian of men ! thy gracious name 
 My child-hood and my youth proclaim : 
 'Midft death's thick-flying darts, thy power 
 Has brought me fafe unto this hour. 
 
 VI. 
 
 When fore temptations have befet, 
 Andhellifh foes have fpread their net, 
 Protected by thy friendly care 
 I have efcap'd the dang'rous fnare. 
 
 O may
 
 8o HYMN LXVII. 
 VII. 
 
 O may thy goodnefs me infpire 
 To do whate'er thou malt require : 
 Then in new troubles I will flee, 
 And find my refuge, Lord, in thee. 
 
 LXVII. Common Metre. 
 Our times in the bands of God. Pf. xxxi. 15 
 
 I. 
 
 MY God, my times are in thy hands, 
 And thine are all my ways ; 
 J Tis thine t' increafe, or to cut Ihort 
 The number of my days. 
 
 The place, the bounds of my abode 
 
 Are nicely mark'd by thee ; 
 Thou bid'ft me breathe on Britifh ground 
 
 The air of Liberty. 
 
 III. 
 If profoerous funs without a cloud 
 
 On me fuccefllve mine, 
 Chear'd by thy warmth my grateful heart, 
 
 Shall praife the grace divine. 
 
 IV. 
 But mould dark clouds o'ercaft my ikies, 
 
 And mighty thunders roar, 
 Calm'd by thy grace, my tongue mall learn 
 
 The thund'rer to adore. 
 
 V. 
 Why mould I dread frail man, fmce thou 
 
 Art far my foes above ? 
 With eafe thou canft reftrain their rage, 
 
 Or melt their hearts to love. 
 
 To
 
 HYMN LXVIII. 8 1 
 
 VI. 
 
 To thee through all the fcenes of life, 
 
 I would my'felf refign : 
 May I but live to thee my God, 
 
 Then dying I am thine. 
 
 LXVIII. Long Metre. 
 Imploring God's gracious condefcention. 
 
 I. 
 
 REAT God ! thou firft and beft of all, 
 Before whofe throne bright fcraphs fall : 
 Ten thoufand angels round thee ftand,- 
 Prepar'd to fly at thy command. 
 
 On thee ten thoufand thoufand wait, 
 In all the pomp of heavenly ftate : 
 And myriads more rejoice to join 
 In work and worfhip all divine. 
 
 III. 
 
 From heaven thy moil exalted throne, 
 Great God! to earth look gracious down; 
 Mercy becomes thy matchlefs ftate, 
 And goodnefs makes thee ftill more preat. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Yes, O my God ! thy boundlefs grace 
 Extends to Adam's fmful race ; 
 Thou never didft, or wilt defpife 
 A contrite heart for facrifice. 
 
 V. 
 
 No temple didft thou e'er behold 
 Adorn'd with all the pomp of gold 
 That could afford thee fuch delight 
 As temples form'd of hearts contrite. 
 
 L Here
 
 82 HYMN LXIX. 
 
 VI. 
 
 Here wilt thou dwell, and here wilt mine 
 With beams of glory all-divine : 
 Darknefs and night mall flee away, 
 And all within be perfect day. 
 
 LXIX. Common Metre. 
 Gcd is love, i John 4. 8. 
 
 I. 
 
 HAD I the tongues which angels ufe 
 In the bled worlds above ; 
 Then would I tell thy glories, Lord, 
 Andfing thy name of love. 
 
 II. 
 Yes, O my God! thy name is love; 
 
 My foul dwells on the found: 
 In this fweetwordmy hopes, my joys, 
 My life, my all are bound. 
 
 III. 
 Thou fource of love ! thy purefl beams 
 
 Kindle th' angelic flame: 
 Angels by thee were taught to love, 
 And fing thy glorious name. 
 
 IV. 
 Thy wondrous afts of love to men 
 
 With pleafure I would trace : 
 But moft admire that love of thine 
 Which mines in Jems' face. 
 
 V. 
 O may thy boundlefs love, my God ! 
 
 Excite the holy fire : 
 
 To thee with my whole mind and flrength 
 By love would I afpire. 
 
 Pattern
 
 HYMN LXX. 83 
 
 VI. 
 
 Pattern of love, compleatly fair! 
 
 Thy image draw on me: 
 Teach me to love what thou approv'ft, 
 
 And make me love like thee. 
 
 VII. 
 The new commandment of thy fon 
 
 Deep write upon my heart ; 
 So from the charming paths of love 
 
 My feet fhall ne'er depart. 
 
 VIII. 
 Purg'd clean from all thofe bafer lufts 
 
 Which damp celeftial love, 
 My happy foul mall fitted be 
 
 To dwell with thee above. 
 
 LXX. Long Metre. 
 
 Self-dedication, and doing all to the glory of God. 
 Pfal. cxvi. 1 6". i Cor. x. 3 1 . 
 
 I. 
 
 MY God! I own thy right divine 
 To me, and all that I call mine: 
 m'd to thee by thy dear fon 
 No longer muft I be my own. 
 
 II. 
 
 To thee I confecrate my foul; 
 It's powers refign to thy controul : 
 To thee my body I devote, 
 For this thy fon hath dearly bought. 
 
 III. 
 
 My health, my time, my fubftance too, 
 And all my talents are thy due-, 
 My debt of love I ne'er can pay, 
 But love mail teach me to obey. 
 
 L 2 From
 
 84 HYMN LXXI. 
 IV. 
 
 From thee new mercies conftant flow, 
 To thee new debts of love I owe : 
 
 touch within each grateful fpring, 
 And my glad tongue thy praife mall fmg. 
 
 Thy glory I would keep in view 
 In all I fay, in all. I do: 
 Amidil thy bounties round me fhed 
 My table mall thine honours fpread. 
 VI. 
 
 1 view thy heavens, a wond'ron's frame ! 
 Where fun-beams paint thy glorious name : 
 Teach me, O God! my courfe to run, 
 And fpread thy glories like thy fun. 
 
 In virtue dreft my foul mail mine 
 With beauties time mail but refine-, 
 The world mail fee and mall admire, 
 While faints (hall catch the glowing fire. 
 
 LXXI. Common Metre. 
 On the fear of God. Prov. xiv. 26. 
 
 I. 
 
 HAPPY beyond defcription he 
 Who fears the Lord his God -, 
 Who hears his threats with holy awe, 
 And trembles at his rod. 
 
 II. 
 Fear, facred paflion, ever dwells 
 
 With it's fair partner love; 
 Blending their beauties both proclaim 
 Their fource is from above. 
 
 Let
 
 HYMN LXXII. 85 
 III. 
 
 I ,et terrors fright th 'unwilling Have, 
 
 The child with joy appears ; 
 Chearful he does his father's will, 
 
 And loves as much as fears. 
 
 IV. 
 Let but thy fear, moft holy God! 
 
 PofTefs this foul of mine, 
 Then fhall I worfhip thee aright, 
 
 And tafte thy joys divine. 
 
 May this bleft paiTion ever rule 
 
 Whate'er I fay or do : 
 Since every word, and deed, and thought 
 
 Lie open to thy view. 
 VI. 
 When I have learnt thy name to fear 
 
 All terrors I'll defy : 
 Let tyrants rage, and devils roar 
 
 My refuge is on high. 
 
 LXXII. Common Metre. 
 Love to God. Mat. xxii. 37. 
 
 I. 
 
 OF all the pafilons of the mind 
 Love bears the higheft fwayj 
 From earthly objects well refin'd, 
 A pure celeftial rav. 
 II. 
 But, Lord, the wonders of thy love 
 
 Exceed angelic fongs; 
 Our feeble drains juft ferve to prove 
 The fault'ring of our tongues. 
 
 Yet
 
 86 HYMN LXXIII. 
 
 III. 
 
 Yet tho' nor heart, nor tongue can tell 
 
 The greatneis of chy love, 
 Our hearts again with love would fwell, 
 
 Then rife to thee above. 
 
 IV. 
 It is thy firft, thy great command 
 
 Supremely thee to love-, 
 It's force my reafon can't withlland, 
 
 May grace each paffion move. 
 
 With chearful feet teach me to run 
 
 In the delightful road 
 Of all thy precepts 'till I've done 
 
 With earth as my abode. 
 
 VI. 
 Then, gracious God! whofe name is love, 
 
 Blow up the facred fire; 
 To endlefs ages it improve, 
 
 And more I won't deiire. 
 
 LXXIII. Common Metre. 
 Tru/l in God. Pfal. cxviii. 8. 
 
 I. 
 
 OUR earthly friendfhips what are they 
 Compar'd with the divine ? 
 The beft we boaft have their alloy, 
 And others oft decline. 
 
 II. 
 To truft in man, alas, how vain! 
 
 We lean upon a reed: 
 Pleafure we leek, but meet with pain, 
 And wounds that inward bleed. 
 
 Truft
 
 HYMN LXXIV. 87 
 
 III. 
 
 Truft in the Lord, ye faints, nor fear 
 
 What feeble fielh can do: 
 He is a rock that never fails, 
 
 And all his ways are true. 
 
 IV. 
 He loves his faints, he knows their way, 
 
 And bottles up their tears: 
 Truft in his precious promifes, 
 
 And banifh all your fears. 
 
 V. 
 Thro* life's perplex'd, and darkefl fcenes 
 
 His counfel mall you guide ; 
 Whilft his unerring wifdom leads 
 
 How can your foot-fteps flide ? 
 
 VI. 
 Almighty power is your fupport, 
 
 And truth that cannot fail; 
 A God all goodnefs your refort, 
 
 Then why fhould fears prevail ? 
 
 LXXIV. Long Metre. 
 
 The ways of providence infcrutable. Pf. xcvii. 2. 
 
 I. 
 
 LORD, 'tis beyond the pow'rs of fenfe 
 To found the depths of providence-, 
 Born but of yefterday mall man 
 Prefume the ways of heaven to fcan ? 
 
 II. 
 
 Not to thy angels round thy throne 
 Thy fecret will is fully known : 
 Thy ways, well pleas'd, they Hill explore 
 And wifh and itrive to know them more. 
 
 Can
 
 S8 HYMN LXXV. 
 
 III. 
 
 Can then our feeble reafon found [drown'd? 
 Thofe depths where angels thoughts are 
 Shall our prefuming pride define 
 The things beyond an angel's line? 
 
 IV. 
 
 Shall man of providence complain, 
 Or teach his maker how to reign ? 
 Shall he ufurp th' imperial rod? 
 And at his bar arraign his God? 
 
 V. 
 
 My God, my king I will adore 
 Thofe depths I cannot now explore : 
 Let clouds obftruct my feeble fight, 
 I know that all thy ways are right. 
 
 VI. 
 
 Patient I'll wait for that bleft day 
 When I mail drop this houfe of clay, 
 And fee, and fmg as angels do 
 Thy ways all holy, juft and true. 
 
 LXXV. Common Metre. 
 
 Amitty checked and reprov'd. Mat. vi. 34. 
 
 I. 
 
 YE anxious cares forfake my breaft 
 And vex my foul no more ; 
 Ye do but multiply my griefs. 
 And aggravate each fore. 
 
 Why mould my gloomy thoughts prefage 
 
 Of woes a numerous train? 
 Why long before God gives the blow 
 
 Should I endure the pain. 
 
 Why
 
 HYMN LXXVI. 8< 
 
 III. 
 
 Why felf-tormentor mould I dread 
 
 The woes I ne'er may fee ? 
 And foolifh lam myfelf with rods 
 
 Heaven ne'er defign'd for me. 
 
 Sorrows thick-fown fpring up apace, 
 
 Nor need our anxious fears j 
 Why fow we then fuch pois'nous weeds, 
 
 And water them with tears ? 
 
 V. 
 It is enough if well we bear 
 
 Our heavenly father's rod : 
 Improve the ftroke his love inflicts, 
 
 Andjuflify our God. 
 VI. 
 Sufficient for each circling day 
 
 Its forrows will be found : 
 Kind heaven the f Jture hides left we 
 
 Should give ourfelves a wound. 
 LXXVI. Long Metre. 
 
 Jefus the promifed Mejfiah. Gen. xlix. 10. 
 
 Dan. ix. 26. Hag. ii. 9. 
 
 I. 
 
 GLORY to God who reigns above, 
 Who dwells in light, whofe name is love ; 
 Ye faints and angels, if ye can, 
 Declare the love of God to man. 
 
 II. 
 
 O what can more his love commend 
 His dear, his only fon to fend ! 
 That man, condemn'd to die, might live, 
 And God be glorious to forgive. 
 
 M Meffiah's
 
 9 HYMN LXXViL 
 III. 
 
 Meffiah's come -with joy beheld 
 The days by prophets long foretold : 
 Judah thy royal fceptre's broke* 
 And time ftill proves what Jacob fpoke. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Daniel, thy weeks are all expir'd, 
 The time prophetic feals requir'd j 
 Cut off for fins, but not his own, 
 Thy prince Mefllah did atone. 
 
 V. 
 
 Thy famous temple* Solomon, 
 Is by the latter far out-fhone : 
 It wanted not thy glitt'ring ftore, 
 Meffiah's prefence grac'd it more. 
 
 VI. 
 
 We fee the prophecies fulfill'd 
 In Jefus that moft wond'rous child : 
 His birth, his life, his death combine 
 To prove his character divine. 
 
 VII. 
 
 Jefus, thy gofpel firmly ftands 
 A blefling to thefe favoured lands: 
 No infidel mail be our dread 
 Since thou art rifen from the dead. 
 
 LXXVIL Common Metre. 
 
 The characters of the MeJJiah. Ifa. ix. 6. 7. 
 Afecond hymn on the nativity. 
 
 I. 
 
 BLEST news ! to us a child is bornj 
 To us a fon is given: 
 Emmanuel he, the God with us, 
 The choiceft gift of heaven. 
 
 With
 
 HYMN LXXVII. 91 
 
 II. 
 
 With tranfport view this wond'rous child, 
 
 Of pureft virgin born : 
 In your beft fongs the titles fmg 
 
 Which his great name adorn. 
 
 III. 
 The brighteft rays of heavenly truth 
 
 From him reflected mine: 
 The father's wifdom dwells in him, 
 
 Our counfellor divine. 
 IV. 
 To univerfal empire born, 
 
 The charge he well fuftains : 
 Nations rejoice, the mighty Lord, 
 
 Your king Mefiiah reigns. 
 
 With growing honours he fhall fit 
 
 On David's antient throne : 
 There fhall he ever reign, and thence 
 
 Shall make his juftice known. 
 
 VI. 
 Lord of the future glorious age 
 
 By heaven's unchang'd decree: 
 Gentiles and Jews mall own his fway, 
 
 And angels bow the knee. 
 
 VII. 
 Bleft news ! to us a child is born ; 
 
 The prince of peace is given : 
 He brings down heavenly peace to earth, 
 
 And makes our peace with heaven. 
 
 M 2 A third
 
 9 2 H Y M N LXXVIII. 
 LXXVIII. 
 
 A third hymn en the nativity. Luke ii. 1 1 . 
 13.14. As the i48th Pfalm. 
 
 I. 
 
 YE fons of Adam join 
 Throughout the fpacious earth, 
 In chearful fongs to hail 
 The great redeemer's birth : 
 Let all your hearts 
 
 In concert move; 
 And every tongue 
 Be tun'd by love. 
 
 II. 
 
 The lofty heav'ns he bow'd, . 
 To earth the Saviour came; 
 With joy th' angelic hods . 
 His royal birth proclaim : 
 For you, O men, 
 
 Is bonv they fing, . 
 
 A mighty Saviour, 
 And a king. 
 
 : III. 
 'Twas men he came to lave, 
 
 And mortal flem he wore; 
 Ye men with angels fing, 
 And in their ftrains adore : 
 Let your glad hearts, . 
 And tongues combine 
 To praife the love, 
 The grace divine. 
 IV. 
 
 Glory to God on high! 
 For great Emmanuel's birth 
 
 Declares
 
 HYMN LXXVIII. 93 
 
 Declares to men good will, 
 
 And brings down peace to earth : 
 Thus angels fang; 
 
 And we'll repeat 
 Their {trains ftiil new, 
 And ever fweet. 
 V. 
 
 Abr'am the patriarch led 
 By faith's unerring ray, 
 Abr'am the friend of God 
 Beheld this glorious day : 
 Dillant his view, 
 
 But yet fo bright 
 He died o'erjoy'd 
 At this bleft fight. 
 
 VI. 
 We fee the antient types, 
 
 The prophecies fulfill'd: 
 With Eaftern fages we 
 
 Adore this wond'rous child : 
 God's only fon, 
 
 Who came to blefs 
 The earth with peace 
 
 And righteoufnefs. ,-...- 
 
 VII. 
 Glory to God on high ! 
 
 For great Emmanuel's birth 
 Declares to men good-will, 
 
 And brings down peace to earth : 
 Thus angels fang, 
 And we repeat 
 Their fongs ftill new 
 And ever fweet. 
 
 A fourth
 
 94 HYMN LXXIX. 
 
 LXXIX. Short Metre. 
 
 A fourth hymn on the nativity. 
 
 I. 
 
 THE prince of peace is come, 
 Ye nations fhout and fing -, 
 Let men and angels join their longs, 
 To hail this glorious king. 
 
 II. 
 He takes the fervant's form ; 
 
 He lays his glory by ; 
 His heavenly father's bofom leaves, 
 And throne of majefty. 
 
 III. 
 Light of the world he comes, 
 
 The blind receive their fight : 
 The mind now feels his glad'ning ray, 
 And all within is light. 
 
 IV. 
 Phyfician bleft lie came, 
 
 And well employs his art : 
 With eafe he makes the bruifed whole, 
 And heals the broken heart. 
 
 V 
 
 His tears, his fighs and pains 
 Eafe to the wounded give : 
 The kind phyfician dies to make 
 The dying patients live. 
 
 The great redeemer comes, 
 
 And founds a jubilee : 
 He burfts the prifon-doors, and bids 
 
 The captive fouls go free, 
 
 Evan-
 
 HYMN LXXX. 95 
 VII. 
 
 Evangelift divine 
 
 He makes the gofpel known : 
 The poor the joyful tidings hear, 
 
 And their great prophet own. 
 
 VIII. 
 Whilft gracious God I hear 
 
 Thy gofpel's joyful found, 
 May my glad heart, my tongue, my life, 
 
 Be all obedience found. 
 
 LXXX. Long Metre. 
 A ffth hymn on the nativity. Gal. iv. 4, 5. 
 
 I. 
 
 O Happy time ! aufpicious morn ! 
 When the bleft prince of peace was 
 born : 
 
 Angels in raptures hail'd his birth, 
 Who brought down peace from heaven to 
 earth. 
 
 II. 
 
 'Twas when th' appointed years were run,, 
 The God of grace fent forth his fon : 
 In mortal drefs this prince of light 
 Conceals a "form divinely bright. 
 
 III. 
 
 Heaven's equal laws by us defy'd 
 Jefus obey'd and patient died : 
 Our curfe he bears upon the tree, 
 And by his death makes captives free. 
 
 IV. 
 
 The faint's full blifs who can relate ? 
 His honours how divinely great 
 
 Through
 
 96 HYMN LXXXI. 
 Through (Thrift a fon, a royal heir j 
 What angel can the blifs declare ? 
 
 V. 
 
 Ye men with joyful angels fing, 
 For unto you Was born this king ; 
 In heavenly raptures hail his birth 
 Who brought down peace from heaven to 
 earth. 
 
 LXXXI. Common Metre. 
 Afixth hymn en the nativity. 
 
 I. 
 
 THE time by heaven foretold is come, 
 The year of Jubilee ; 
 The day which kings, and faints fo long 
 oo much defir'd to fee. 
 
 II. 
 He's come , the mighty faviour's come j 
 
 Hear and rejoice thou earth : 
 Let every tongue, the globe around, 
 Hail the redeemer's birth. 
 
 III. 
 
 Glory to God on high be given, 
 For peace to earth is brought ! 
 Good will to wretched, dying men 
 Surpafiing human thought. 
 
 See where the royal infant lies, 
 
 In no rich bed of ftate ; 
 A ftable and a manger hold 
 
 This mighty potentate. 
 
 There 'twas the wond'ring mephcrds found, 
 Their faviour and their king : 
 
 There
 
 HYMN LXXXII. 97 
 
 There too let us behold him laid, 
 
 And whilft we wonder fing. 
 
 VI. 
 The father's matchlefs love we praife, 
 
 We fing the faviour's grace : 
 In mortal- flefh array'd the Ton, 
 
 Affumes the fervant's place. 
 
 VII. 
 Not tongues of men, nor angels'fongs 
 
 Can his abafement tell : 
 He dies upon th' accurfed tree 
 
 To fave our fouls from hell. 
 
 VIII. 
 O how fliall I fuch love requite ! 
 
 My words are all too weak : 
 Lord may each aftion of my life 
 
 Thy lafling honours fpeak. 
 
 IX. 
 Glory to God on high be given ! 
 
 For peace to earth is brought 
 Good- will to wretched dying men 
 
 Surpafllng human thought. 
 
 LXXXII. Short Metre. 
 
 On the name JESUS. Mat. i. 21. Phil. ii. 
 
 9, 10, u. 
 
 I. 
 
 JESUS, delightful name ! 
 Salvation's in the found : 
 Search the wide world a fwceter word 
 In nature can't be found. 
 
 II. 
 
 Behold an angel gives 
 The holy babe the name : 
 
 J '"N : - Behold
 
 98 HYMN LXXXII. 
 
 Behold the heavenly choir unite 
 
 To fing his lading fame. 
 
 III. 
 Jefus, the king of grace 
 
 An empire wide, mall have : 
 From fin, the worft of foes to man, 
 
 His people he mall fave. 
 
 IV. 
 O'er Jacob he mall reign , 
 
 Gentiles the knee mail bend ; 
 His crown (hall flourifh on his head> 
 
 His kingdom never end: 
 
 V. 
 Ye creatures all that dwell 
 
 On earth, in air and fea, 
 Th* exalted name of Jefus praife, 
 
 And chearful bow the knee. 
 
 VI. 
 Jefus, thy name we praife, 
 
 And thy redemption fing, 
 From all our fins our fouls redeem, 
 
 And thy falvation bring. 
 
 VII. 
 When at thy father's throne, 
 
 For needful grace we pray ; 
 Thy all-prevailing name we'll plead, 
 
 And fend our fears away. 
 
 VIII. 
 Whilft on thy precious blood 
 
 For pardon we rely, 
 Sway'd by thy richeft grace we will 
 
 All worldly lulls deny. 
 
 Cbrtft
 
 HYMN LXXXIII. 99 
 LXXXIII. Short Metre. 
 
 Chrift the light of the world, ujhered in by 
 
 John his fore-runner. 
 
 I. 
 
 LONG had the nations fat 
 O'erwhelm'd in fhades of night , 
 Thick fhades v/hich fcarce admifiion gave, 
 To one faint gleam of light. 
 
 Behold the morning ftar, 
 
 Now ufhers in the day ! 
 John, was that burning mining light, 
 
 Sent to prepare the way. 
 
 III. 
 Behold a greater light, 
 
 The fun itfelf anfe ! 
 Jefus, bright fun of righteoufnefs, 
 
 Salutes our wondering eyes. 
 
 IV. 
 Light of the world ! his beams 
 
 Difpel the doleful night : 
 He from our eye-lids clears the film, 
 
 And pours in heavenly light. 
 
 Jefus ! thou light of men ! 
 
 Thy doctrine life imparts : 
 O may we feel it's quick'ning power, 
 
 To warm, and glad our hearts. 
 
 VI. 
 Chear'd by thy beams our fouls, 
 
 Shall run the heavenly way -, 
 The paths which thou haft mark'd, and trod 
 
 Shall lead to endlefs day. 
 
 N 2 ' Cbri/s
 
 ioo H Y M N LXXX1V. 
 
 LXXXIV. Long Metre. 
 Cbrift's kingdom not of this world. Johnxviii. 36. 
 
 I. 
 
 Y heaven infpir'd the prophets fing, 
 The future glories of their king : 
 ide mall Mefliah's fway extend, 
 " And his dominion have no end." 
 
 II. 
 
 The fun metes out th' appointed years, 
 The humble king on earth appears : 
 No royal pomp his birth adorns, 
 His lite is grief, his crown is thorns. 
 
 III. 
 
 1 fcorn, he cries, all worldly blifs ^ 
 Not of this world my kingdom is : 
 Mine, is a kingdom from above, 
 That rules the world by laws of love. 
 
 IV. 
 
 The men who cruel laws impofe, 
 And plead my name, I judge my foes 
 My gofpel mild was ne'er defign'd 
 To chain the body or the mind. 
 
 V. 
 
 Humble, and meek my fubjecbs are ; 
 For them a kingdom I prepare : 
 Advanc'd moft high my friends mail be, 
 Who moft on earth referable me. 
 
 VI. 
 
 Bleft Jefus ! meek but mighty king ! , 
 Aflift my tongue thy praife to fing : 
 From every luft my foul fet free., 
 That I may live and reien with thee f
 
 HYMN LXXXV. IQI 
 
 LXXXV. Short Metre. 
 
 <The 'humiliation of Chrift the means of our ex- 
 altation : 2 Cor. viii. 9. 
 
 I. 
 
 BEHOLD the wond'rous fight ! 
 The Ion of God appears ; 
 The heir of all is rirft the babe, 
 And then the man of tears. 
 
 II. 
 Whydidhelayafide 
 
 His robes or dazling light ? 
 And why conceal from mortal view, 
 A form divinely bright ? 
 
 III. 
 O 'twas his zeal for God, 
 
 To man ftupendous grace, 
 Which brought him from his father's throne. 
 To take the fervant's place. 
 
 IV. 
 Let Jews miftake their king, 
 
 And treat the fon with fcorn : 
 We'll praife the king the prophets fung, 
 The king to forrows born. 
 
 V. 
 O glorioxis poverty 
 
 Which makes poor mortals rich ! 
 O noble crofs that raifes flaves, 
 To honour's higheft pitch ! 
 
 VI. 
 Blfeft Jefus, when I think 
 
 How forely thou waft tried, 
 What can be hard to do, or bear 
 For thee my fuffering guide ? 
 
 Salvation
 
 102 H Y M N LXXXVI. 
 
 LXXXVI. Common Metre. 
 
 Salvation ly grace. Eph. ii. 5. 
 
 I. 
 
 MY foul, my grateful powers awake, 
 And man's falvation fmg : 
 The mighty bleffing backward trace 
 To it's ftill greater fpring. 
 
 Grace is the fource from whence it flows 
 
 In it's ten thoufand ftreams : 
 Almighty grace, from hell's dark chains, 
 
 The rebel man redeems. 
 
 III. 
 In every facred page behold 
 
 Sweet characters of grace : 
 Faireft of all the grace divine, 
 
 Shines forth in Jefu's face. 
 
 IV. 
 From firft to laft grace rich and free 
 
 Reigns thro' the wond'rous plan : 
 To grace divine all honour be 
 
 Which refcued ruin'd man. 
 
 V. 
 God of all grace ! incline my heart 
 
 To keep thy holy ways ; 
 Obedience be my work below, 
 
 And all above be praife. 
 
 the
 
 HYMN LXXXVII. 103 
 LXXXVII. Short Metre. 
 
 *The bumble majejly of the prince of peace. 
 
 Mat. xii. 1 8, 19, 20, 21. 
 
 I. 
 
 BEHOLD the prince of peace, 
 The chofenofthe Lord : 
 God's beft beloved fon fulfills 
 The fure prophetic word. 
 
 No royal pomp adorns 
 
 This king of righteoufnefs ; 
 Meeknefs and patience, truth and love, 
 
 Compofe his princely drefs. 
 
 III. 
 The fpirit of the Lord, 
 
 In rich abundance med, 
 On this great prophet gently lights, 
 
 And refts upon his head. 
 
 IV. 
 The noify breath of fame 
 
 His modeft ears decline ; 
 Goodnefs in humble filence mews 
 
 His character divine. 
 V. 
 His arm mall never break 
 
 The weak and bruifed reed ; 
 He will fupport it's feeble frame 
 
 In every time of need. 
 
 VI. 
 The tender Jefus fpies 
 
 The pure, tho* weak defire ; 
 The fmoaking flax he will not quench," 
 
 But fan the holy fire. 
 
 Truth'
 
 104 H Y M N JLXXXVIII. 
 
 VII. 
 
 Truth mall fupport his throne 
 
 And make it's glorious way : 
 The Gentile world fhall truft his grace, 
 
 And chearful homage pay. 
 
 LXXXVIII. Common Metre. 
 T 'be miracles of Chrifl. Mat. xi. 5. 
 
 I. 
 
 TV TO rod of vengeance Jefus takes 
 jLAl Like that which Mofes bore; 
 His peaceful fceptre fhews he came 
 
 To fave and to reflore. 
 
 II. 
 Laden with woes the fons of men 
 
 To this phyfician fly : 
 He lends an ear to their complaints, 
 
 And looks with pitying eye. 
 
 III. 
 The powerful word he fpeaks, and lo! 
 
 The eyes long clos'd in night 
 Lift up their,lids, with fweet furprife, 
 
 To hail the joyous light. 
 
 New life the wither'd cripple feels 
 
 Diffus'd through every part: 
 His couch, and crutch he now forgets, 
 
 And leaps like any hart. 
 
 A word the deaf reftores, the dumb 
 With eafe their tongues employ ; 
 
 Amaz'd, and pleas'd at their own voice, 
 They fmg and fhout for joy. 
 
 Behold
 
 HYMN LXXXIX. 105 
 
 VI. 
 
 Behold at once the lepers cleans'd, 
 
 Touch'd by the Saviour's hand : 
 Palfy, and fever, and each plague 
 
 Depart at his command. 
 
 VII. 
 The winds and waves, 'midft all their rage, 
 
 His powerful voice obey : 
 Devils his awful prefence flee, 
 
 Nor dare they longer flay. 
 
 VIII. 
 Repeat, my. foul, thefe wond'rous acts, 
 
 And all his honours fpread: 
 Tell how his voice unbarr'd the tornb, 
 
 And wak'd the filent dead. 
 
 IX. 
 Jefus, my Saviour, and my Lord, 
 
 How bright thy glories mine ! 
 Thy works all praile exceed, and fpeak 
 
 Thy character divine. 
 
 LXXXIX. Common Metre. 
 
 'The transfiguration of Chrift. Mat. xvii. i . 
 
 6. Lukeix. 28. 36. Partfirfl. 
 
 I. 
 
 ASCEND, my foul, with willing fteps 
 To Tabor's utmoft height ; 
 This facred mount, by faith furvey'd, 
 Affords no common fight. 
 
 II. 
 Leaving the world, thy Saviour fee 
 
 Climb up the deep afcentj 
 Devotion fires his holy foul, 
 On heaven he's fully bent. 
 
 O Peter
 
 io6 H Y M N LXXXIX, 
 III. 
 
 Peter he takes, with James and John, 
 
 Blefl favourites of their Lord -, 
 They follow their unerring guide, 
 
 Obedient to his word. 
 IV. 
 When lo ! the Son of God afliimes 
 
 A form divinely fair : 
 Celeftial fplendor him furrounds 
 
 Whilfl he's engag'd in prayer; 
 
 Bright as the fun his face appears \ 
 
 As fnow, his raiment white : 
 The father's image Hands confeft 
 
 In robes of pureft light. 
 
 VI. 
 Behold with what a grace he ftands 
 
 Two mining faints between : 
 Elijah in his chariot comes 
 
 To grace the folemn fcene. 
 
 VII. 
 Mofes, who flione with borrowed rays 
 
 On Sinai's holy hill ; 
 In brighter glories now appears 
 
 His meffage to fulfill. 
 VIII. 
 Infpir'd by heaven the lovely faints 
 
 The folemn filence break; 
 Sweet accents from their lips diftill 
 
 As faints are us'd to fpeak. 
 
 IX. 
 Mefliah's death employs their tongues, 
 
 Important theme to them : 
 His exit they foretell, and name 
 
 The place, Jerufalem, My
 
 HYMN XC. 107 
 
 X. 
 
 My God, dart down a ray of light, 
 
 And bring fuch glories near : 
 Transfer m'd by truth divine, my foul 
 
 All glorious fhall appear. 
 
 XC. Common Metre. 
 
 ^he transfiguration. Second part. 
 
 I. 
 
 PURSUE, my foul, the wond'rous theme, 
 Thy Lord transfigur'd fmg : 
 Mild as the Saviour fee his form, 
 Majeftic as the king. 
 
 But ah ! how frail the beft of men, 
 
 How few their vigils keep ? 
 Amidft thefe glorious fcenes behold 
 
 Difciples fall afleep. 
 
 III. 
 Peter, thy weaknefs we muft blame, 
 
 Thy zeal deferves our praife ; [dwell 
 
 Strange thought ! that blefied faints mould 
 
 In tents that thou fhouldft raife. 
 
 IV. 
 Fond of this meaner life on earth 
 
 We aft thy weaker part : 
 Our profp'rous funs, and cloudlefs ikies 
 
 Charm the unwary heart. 
 
 V. 
 We ftretch our hands to feize the prize 
 
 Seen by falfe fancy's light : 
 But foon fome cloud our profpect veils, 
 
 And hides it from our fight. 
 
 O 3 What
 
 io8 HYMN XCI. 
 
 VI. 
 
 What tho' on earth we find no reft, 
 
 Nor joys that are fmcere -, 
 To heaven tranflated we may ling, 
 
 " J Tis good, Lord, to be here." 
 
 XCI. Common Metre. 
 The transfiguration. 'Third part. 
 
 I. 
 
 TABOR, thy wonders ftill we view, 
 Theclofing fcene we fing-, 
 Chearful the honours we repeat 
 Of our illuftrious king. 
 
 II. 
 Hark ! from the glory which excell'd 
 
 The father's voice is heard ; 
 This is my fon, my fon belov'd, 
 And be my fon rever'd. 
 
 III. 
 Mofes to higheft honours rais'd 
 
 A fervant was at beft: 
 Chrift as the only fon prefides 
 In brighteft glories dreft. 
 
 IV. 
 To God's firft-born th' angelick hoft 
 
 Their willing homage pay : 
 Honour to him that's on the throne, 
 And to the lamb they fay. 
 
 Jefus, thy glories we admire, 
 
 We join th' angelick throng: 
 Tune thou our hearts, and then our tongues 
 
 Shall fing an angel's fong. 
 
 CMJl
 
 HYMN XCII. 109 
 
 XCII. Common Metre. 
 Cbrift wajhing his difciplesfeet. John i 3. 
 
 I. 
 
 WHAT wonder's this? ye faints behold 
 Your Saviour rife from meat*, 
 In fervile garb the mailer ftands 
 To wafh the fervants feet. 
 
 II. 
 The limpid ftream with care he pours 
 
 Into a laver clean, 
 
 Wafn'd by his hands the fervants mufe 
 What this ftrange thing Ihould mean. 
 
 III. 
 Warn me, bleft Jefus, in thy blood, 
 
 And make me clean within , 
 Thy blood the fov'reign virtue has 
 To cleanfe from every fin. 
 
 IV. 
 Great pattern of humility ! 
 
 Teach me to condefcend, 
 
 And by each office mew myfelf 
 
 To thee, to thine a friend. 
 
 V. 
 
 Let vain and ftupid mortals boaft 
 Their wealth, or noble blood ; 
 Teach me the humble are the great 
 And greateft thofe mofb good. 
 
 VI. 
 Lord, may thy fpirit cleanfe my foul 
 
 From envy, wrath and pride; 
 And may a love inflain'd by thine 
 My other pafiions guide.
 
 no HYMN XCIII. 
 
 XCIII. Long Metre. 
 
 ^"he centurion 1 s faith commended. Mat. viii. i o. 
 
 I. 
 
 MY Saviour's works ail-glorious fhine, 
 Nor time, nor place his power confine, 
 'Tis but for him to fpeak the word, 
 And nature mall obey her Lord. 
 
 II. 
 
 That Roman was fupremely bleil 
 Who thus believ'd, and thus confefs'd : 
 A foldier with fuch faith endued 
 Jefus himfelf with wonder view'd. 
 
 III. 
 
 From Abr'ams feed, the tribes cleft, 
 An equal faith he might expect; 
 But faith of fuch exalted kind 
 Not in his Ifrael could he find. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Boaft not, ye Jews, great Abr'am's name, 
 Faith can fupport a nobler claim ; 
 Gentiles through faith are Abra'm's feed, 
 His better fons, his heirs indeed. 
 
 V. 
 
 From diflant parts they mail refort, 
 And hear the gofpel's glad report; 
 From north, from fouth, from eaft & weft 
 New guefts lhall grace the gofpel feaft. 
 
 Ye faints, in the diftrefling hour, 
 Truft in your Saviour's grace and power ; 
 Great as his power, fo great his love, 
 Beyond all words, all thoughts above.
 
 HYMN XCIV. in 
 XCIV. Common Metre. 
 
 Cbrift came not to deftroy but to fulfill the law. 
 Mat. v. 1 7. 
 
 I. 
 
 " T^TOR law, nor prophets to deftroy 
 X%| " Into the world I came." 
 
 So fpake the Saviour, and defends 
 His highly injur'd name. 
 
 Jefus, in thee we fee fulfill'd 
 
 Th' infpir'd prophetic lines : 
 The law by thee accomplifh'd now 
 With double luftre mines. 
 
 III. 
 The Jewifli altar, and its fire ; 
 
 The ark, the mercy feat , 
 The incenfe, and the glory too 
 In thee we fee compleat. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Let Aaron's fons their order boaft, 
 Thy prieft-hood far tranfcends : 
 Higher thy order, and thy call, 
 Thy prieft-hood never ends. 
 
 V. 
 No blood of bullocks, or of lambs 
 
 On Jewifh altars fpilt, 
 Could for the foul a ranibm pay, 
 And expiate our guilt. 
 
 VI. 
 Thy fmgle facrifice, my Lord, 
 
 Has full atonement made: 
 
 Retire, ye empty iliadows then, 
 
 No more we want your aid. 
 
 The
 
 ii2 H Y M N XCV. 
 
 VII. 
 The better law of righteoufnefs 
 
 Our Jefus has refin'd: 
 Lord, may our hearts to keep this law 
 
 For ever be inclin'd. 
 
 XCV. Common Metre. 
 
 Cbrift's agony in the garden. Luke xxii. 44. 
 
 I. 
 
 HARK! from the garden comes a found, 
 I hear no common cry, 
 Jefus lies proftrate on the ground, 
 His foul in agony. 
 
 II. 
 Behold the tears run trickling down, 
 
 He fweats at every pore ; 
 Down fall the drops as tho' his veins 
 Pour'd out their crimfon ftore. 
 
 III. 
 
 Thofe muft be mighty woes indeed 
 Which near fnppreil his breath : 
 " My foul is pain'd, fore pain'd, he cries, 
 " I'm forrowful to death.*' 
 
 IV. 
 Anxious I aik whence this diftrefs, 
 
 Gave guilt the inward fmart? 
 Or did his zeal forfake him now 
 To aft the Saviour's part ? 
 
 V. 
 No 'twas the cup the father gave 
 
 Into his hands to drink : 
 This bow'd his body to the duft, 
 His foul did lower fink. 
 
 " Father
 
 HYMN XCVI. 113 
 VI. 
 
 Father remove, he earneft cries 
 
 If pofTible this cup : 
 If not thy will, not mine be done, 
 
 I chearful drink it up. 
 VII. 
 To this bleft pattern, form me Lord, 
 
 In temper truly one : 
 Then will I take the cup and fay, 
 
 Father thy will be done. 
 
 XCVI. Common Metre. 
 
 The good ftef herd. John x. u. 
 
 I. 
 
 JESUS my condefcending Lord, 
 Fulfills the fhepherd's name : 
 He guides the meep, fupports the lambs 
 Of weak and tender frame. 
 
 II. 
 
 To paftures frem he leads his flock, 
 The living ilreams befide ; 
 Where truth with pureft current flows, 
 And fweeteft pleafures glide. 
 
 III. 
 Before his fheep the fhepherd goes, 
 
 His voice the meep obey : 
 A ftranger's voice they will not hear 
 But turn their feet away. 
 
 IV. 
 When ftraying from his facred fold, 
 
 The fheep their errors mourn ; 
 He will forgive, for well he's pleas'd 
 When wandering fheep return. 
 
 P l My
 
 ii4 HYMN XCVH. 
 V. 
 
 My heavenly ihepherd's wond'rous love 
 
 In mem'ry I will keep : 
 The beft of fhepherds gives his life, 
 
 To &ve the dying fheep. 
 
 VI. 
 His fheep he knows, his faithful flock 
 
 He guards from dire alarms ; 
 Not men, nor devils fhall them pluck, 
 
 From his embracing arms, 
 
 VII. 
 Eternal life, and joys compleat, 
 
 Unto the fheep he gives : 
 And to fecure the promis'd blifs. 
 
 The Ihepherd ever lives. 
 
 XCVII. Common Metre. 
 
 The poverty and contentment of Chrift. Luke 
 
 ix. 58. 
 
 I. 
 
 SURPRIZ'D I view my faviour's life, 
 How far beneath a throne ? 
 The king of kings has not a hsufe 
 Which he could name his own. 
 
 II. 
 Whilft little birds enjoy'd their nefts., 
 
 And foxes found their bed ; 
 The fon of man no place could find 
 Where he might reft his head. 
 
 III. 
 Poor were his friends, yet their fmall flock:, 
 
 His daily wants fupply : 
 The glorious heir of all behold, 
 Subfifts on charity. 
 
 Yet
 
 HYMN XCVIII. 115 
 IV. 
 
 Yet not one murmur or complaint 
 
 His facred lips difgrac'd : 
 He well had learnt the arduous tafk, 
 The art to be abas'd. 
 V. 
 From thee, bleft Jefus, would I learn, 
 
 This art in full extent ; 
 " In whatfoever ftate I am, 
 " Therewith to be content." 
 
 VI. 
 Content, O art divine ! that fhews 
 
 To wealth the Ihorteft road , 
 Brings down heaven's blifs into the foul, 
 And wafts the foul to God. 
 
 XCVIII. Common Metre. 
 
 The love of Chrift paffetb knowledge. Ephef. 
 
 iii. 19. 
 
 I f 
 
 ADoRE ye faints, the king of love, 
 The king of fufferings too : 
 What can exceed his griefs unlefs 
 His greater love to you ? 
 
 II. 
 His love O who its heights can reach ! 
 
 It's depths what line explore ? 
 This is that wond'rous fea which knows 
 No bottom, nor a Ihore. 
 
 III. 
 To know this entertaining theme, 
 
 The fons of light afpire ; 
 Yet angels can but know a part, 
 And angels flill enquire. 
 
 ? * To
 
 n6 HYMN XCIX. 
 
 IV. 
 
 To fave rebellious dying men, 
 
 Repair their woeful lofs , 
 The fon of God to earth defcends, 
 
 And fuffers on a crofs. 
 
 V. 
 He freely fheds his precious blood, 
 
 To wafli away our flains : 
 The balm he gives to heal our wounds 
 
 Flows from his pierced veins. 
 
 VI. 
 To celebrate the faviour's love, 
 
 Ye angels tune your lyres ; 
 A love which knowledge far exceeds, 
 
 Your higheft ftrains requires. 
 
 VII. 
 Ye faints the choir of angels join, 
 
 In fongs of chearful praife : 
 And let your lives more loudly ftill 
 
 His higheft honours raife. 
 
 XCIX. Common Metre. 
 fbe man of f arrows. Ifa. liii. 3. 
 
 I. 
 
 YE faints the man of forrows view, 
 Behold the fuffering king ; 
 Let love and pity melt your hearts, 
 "Whilft ye the fuffcrer fmg. 
 
 II. 
 Scarce had the fweet, and heavenly babe, 
 
 Enter'd this vale of tears, 
 But jealous Herod marks him out, 
 A victim to his fears. 
 
 What
 
 HYMN XCIX. 117 
 
 III. 
 
 What though the harmlefs babe efcap'd 
 
 A cruel tyrant's hands-, 
 Grief foon affails, and binds him faft 
 
 In new and painful bands. 
 
 IV. 
 Purer than light his virtues fhone, 
 
 But thefe can't guard his name, 
 With pois'nous breath, his fpiteful foes 
 
 The holy one defame. 
 V. 
 By foes blafphem'd, left by his friends, 
 
 Amidft his greateft woes , 
 Denied by one, by one betray'd, 
 
 To his moft cruel foes. 
 
 VI. 
 But who can tell the inwar pangs 
 
 He in the garden bore ; 
 When the huge drops of fweat flow'd down 
 
 Like ftreams of crimfon gore ? 
 
 VII. 
 Lo ! from his fon in awful clouds 
 
 The father hides his face : 
 With this compar'd, his crofs was light, 
 
 And trifling its difgrace. 
 
 VIII. 
 Jefus, how great muft be thy love 
 
 To fuffer thus for me ; 
 To die for Adam's guilty fons 
 
 Upon th' accurfed tree ? 
 
 IX. 
 O may that precious blood of thine, 
 
 By thee fo freely fpilt, 
 Atone for all my heinous crimes, 
 
 And clcanfe me from my guilt. Con-
 
 nS HYMN C. 
 
 X. 
 
 Conftrain'd, my Saviour, by thy love 
 
 My lufts I'll crucify : 
 Strengthen the purpofe, Lord, and then 
 
 Thy greateft foes fhall die. 
 
 C. Short Metre. 
 
 Chrift the king mocked by his enemies andfaluted 
 by his friends. 
 
 I. 
 
 BEHOLD the fon of God 
 How patiently he ftands ! 
 Surrounded by the favage Jews, 
 And cruel Roman bands. 
 
 II. 
 They mock his royal claim; 
 
 And fport in impious play : 
 In a feign'd robe of purple dye 
 They rudely him array. 
 
 III. 
 Upon his head they place 
 
 Of thorns a pricking crown : 
 The thorns his facred temples pierce, 
 Whilft blood runs trickling down, 
 
 IV. 
 The fceptre too they mock, 
 
 What can their fcorn exceed? 
 For rod imperial, in his hand 
 They put a feeble reed, 
 
 The wretches bow the knee, 
 
 And fcornful homage pay; 
 King of the Jews they call him now, 
 
 And hail thou king they fay.
 
 HYMN CI. 119 
 
 VI. 
 
 Let Jews deride his claim, 
 
 We will proclaim this king; 
 T he vi&'ries, and the triumphs too 
 
 Of his dear crofs we fmg. 
 
 VII. 
 Jefus the king now fhines 
 
 In robes of pureft light: 
 A radiant crown his head adorns, 
 
 Than ftars or fun more bright. 
 
 VIII. 
 Bleft Jefus, glorious king, 
 
 Thy fceptre is divine ! 
 Hail ! mighty king, to thee we bow, 
 
 To thee our hearts refign: 
 
 IX. 
 Thy crown of thorns, my Lord, 
 
 Has a rich blefling prov'd; 
 Since thou haft worn the thorn we fee 
 
 With joy the curfe remov'd. 
 
 CI. Short Metre. 
 Hofanna to the Son of David. Mat. xxi. 9. 
 
 I. 
 
 ZION, behold your king 
 With love and meeknefs crown'd : 
 See where he rides in humble pomp, 
 Whilft loud Hofannas found, 
 
 II. 
 
 Let us proclaim this king, 
 And our Hofannas join: 
 Bleft be great David's fon and Lord, 
 Whofe kingdom is divine. 
 
 lii
 
 120 HYMN CI. 
 
 III. 
 In God his father's name 
 
 He comes to fave our race : 
 Hail ! prince of peace, thou image fair 
 
 Of thine own Father's grace. 
 
 IV. 
 Wide may thy kingdom fpread, 
 
 And profper evermore : 
 May every nation blefs thy name 
 
 To ocean's utmoft more. 
 
 V 
 Children and babes prefent 
 
 To Chrift your feebler ftrains : 
 The king whom children fang on earth 
 
 In heaven triumphant reigns. 
 
 VI. 
 To earth he'll come again, 
 
 With brighteft glories crown'd ; 
 Angels mall him efcort, and faints 
 
 Their glad Hofannas found. 
 
 VII. 
 In robes of pureft white 
 
 The conquering faint mall fhine : 
 Each mail his palm of viftory bear, 
 
 The gift of grace divine. 
 
 VIII. 
 In ftrains to earth unknown 
 
 Their joyful tongues mail fing 
 Hofanna to the fon of God, 
 
 Their Saviour and their king.
 
 HYMN CII. 121 
 
 CII. Short Metre. 
 
 The voluntary ftifferer. Pf. xl. 6, 7, 8, Heb. 
 
 x. 5, 6, 7. 
 
 I. 
 
 BEHOLD the love of Chrift 
 To wretched dying men ; 
 To lave our fouls he gives his life, 
 And takes it up again. 
 
 II. 
 What more could he beftow 
 
 Our lofles to retrieve ? 
 More than himfelf he could not give, 
 Nor more could we receive. 
 
 III. 
 Not all the powers on earth 
 
 Could ftop his vital breath ; 
 A victim to his will he fell, 
 And fuffer'd unto death. 
 
 IV. 
 " I come, my God, he cries, 
 
 " I come to do thy will ; 
 " Whate'er the facred page hath faid 
 " Thyfon lhallwell fulfill. 
 
 V. 
 *' In facrifice no more, 
 
 " My God, is thy delight ; 
 " Nor coftlieft gifts the eaft can fend 
 " Are pleafmg in thy fight. 
 
 VI. 
 " A body fpotlefs pure 
 
 " Thou haft prepar'd for me; 
 " So grand, fo rich a facrifice 
 " The world did never fee. 
 
 C "To
 
 122 H Y M N CIIl. 
 VII. 
 
 " To do thy will, O God, 
 
 " To acb the Saviour's part; 
 " This law of love, my chief delight r 
 " Is wrote within my heart." 
 
 VIII. 
 Jefus, thy n'ame we love ; 
 
 To thee ourfelves refign : 
 But O how mean this facrifice 
 Compar'd, O Lord, with thine! 
 
 CIIL Short Metre. 
 
 He was. number* d with the tranfgr effort. Ifa*. 
 liiL 12, Mark xv. 28. 
 
 I. 
 
 BEHOLD God's deareftfon 
 Nail'd to th' accurfed tree; 
 Betwixt two thieves he hangs as tho* 
 The vileft of the three. 
 
 II. 
 My condefcending Lord, 
 
 What love can- equal thine! 
 To bear fuch ftiame for us declares 
 Companion all-divine; 
 III. 
 Should we endure reproach, 
 
 Dear Jefus, for thy name; 
 With patience we would bear the fcourge, 
 And glorv in the fhame. 
 
 IV. 
 Thine honours we'll maintain; 
 
 Our fongs alike mall own 
 The Saviour hanging on his crofs, 
 And reigning on his throne. 
 
 Before
 
 HYMN CIV. 123 
 V. 
 
 Before the world would we 
 
 Thy glorious name profefs : 
 Be this thy ferv ant's iirife who moft 
 
 The matter mall exprefs. 
 
 VI. 
 'Tis good to follow thee, 
 
 E'en through a thorny road: 
 Rough be our path it mutt be fafe 
 
 That leads to thine abode. 
 
 CIV. Long Metre, 
 // isfmjhed* John xix. 30. 
 
 I. 
 
 *< r T"MS nnifli'd O important v/ord 
 
 JL Of Jefus my expiring Lord ! 
 The conflict's o'er, the vict'ry won, 
 Thy triumphs, Jefus, are begun. 
 
 Finifh'd we fee the wondrous fchems 
 Our race from ruin to redeem : 
 A fcheme angelic thoughts above, 
 By wiiclom form'd, and boundlefs love. 
 
 III. 
 
 No blood of beads profufely fpilt 
 Could warn away the ftain of guilt; 
 Nor Hyflbp dipt in bullock's blood, 
 Norpureft waters of the flood. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Jefus has bled, the work is done ; 
 The fubftance come, the type is gone : 
 His blood alone could cleanie from fin, 
 His fpirit make us clean within. 
 
 2 3 Tis
 
 i2 4 HYMN CV. 
 V. 
 
 'Tis finim'd what the prophets tell 
 That Chrift mould conquer when he fell: 
 He fell and with his dying breath 
 Proclaims his victory over death. 
 
 VI. 
 
 Rejoice, ye righteous in the Lord, 
 And truft the mighty Saviour's word : 
 This prince exalted high to fave 
 Shall make you triumph o'er the grave. 
 
 VII. 
 
 'Tis finifh'd O reviving word 
 Of Jefus, our expiring Lord ! 
 The conflict's o'er, the victory won, 
 Thy triumphs, Jefus, are begun. 
 
 CV. Long Metre. 
 
 Miracles attending the death of Chrift. Mat. 
 xxvii. 51,52, 53. 
 
 I. 
 >f I MS finifh'd the redeemer cries, 
 
 J[ Then bows his facred head and dies: 
 Nature her fufFering Lord bemoans 
 With fympathetic fighs and groans. 
 
 Soon as the world's great light is gone 
 Her deepeft mourning me puts on: 
 Affrighted at this awful fight 
 She veils the fkies with fudden nis;ht. 
 
 III. 
 
 Such an eclipfe ne'er feiz'd the fun 
 Since he his heavenly race begun : 
 From mortal eyes to difappear 
 Without an interpofing fphere. 
 
 Behold!
 
 HYMN CVI. 125 
 IV. 
 
 Behold ! by hands unfeen to men 
 The facred veil is rent in twain; 
 Earth trembles, and the ftubborn rock 
 To iliivers flies beneath the mock. 
 
 V. 
 
 The marble tombs, ftruck with furprlze 
 Burfl, and their dead to life arife : 
 What but a voice, and power divine 
 Could make the grave it's charge refign? 
 
 VI. 
 
 .Sweet pledge, ye faints, of that blcft day 
 When Chnft mail wake your fleeping clay; 
 Shall make his grace and power full known, 
 And once, and ever death dethrone. 
 
 CVI. Long Metre. 
 
 Cbrift crucified the wifdom of God. i Cor. i. 
 23, 24. 
 
 I. 
 
 LET Jews and Greeks the crofsblafpheme, 
 Chrift crucified mall be our theme: 
 Chrift crucified we will adore, 
 Of God the wifdom and the power. 
 
 II. 
 
 Still let the Jew reproach the crofs, 
 'Tis here we beft repair our lofs ; 
 How can the crofs give us offence, 
 Who draw our joys, our life from hence-? 
 
 III. 
 
 Let heathen wits our faith deride 
 Who hope for life from one that died: 
 We know the grace, the wifdom blefs 
 Of what they fcorn'd as foolimnefs. 
 
 Angels
 
 126 HYMN CVII. 
 IV. 
 
 Angels admire the wond'rous plan 
 That wifdom form'd to refcue man : 
 Ye fons of men with angels join 
 To praife the wifdom all-divine. 
 
 V. 
 
 Here, gracious God, with joy we fee 
 Thy glorious attributes agree : 
 Mercv and truth together meet, 
 Andjufticefmiles upon her feat. 
 
 VI. 
 
 The law in it's full glories mines, 
 For grace fupports th' immortal lines : 
 His precious life thy Jefus gave 
 From fin and wrath alike to fave. 
 
 CVII. Common Metre. 
 Cbrift pray ing for his crurifiers. Luke xxiii. 34. 
 
 I. 
 
 TT>XTENDED on the fhameful tree 
 \2j The great redeemer view; 
 By cruel Romans fcourg'd, and mock'd 
 
 By the more cruel Jew. 
 
 II. 
 His dying groans they make their fport, 
 
 And feoff at his diftrefs : 
 Fierce as the hungry birds of prey, 
 
 As tygers pitilefs. 
 
 But fee what pity for his foes 
 
 In Jefu's bread is found : 
 Their crimes fo pierce his heart he feems 
 
 To feel no other wound. 
 
 To
 
 HYMN CVIII. 127 
 IV. 
 
 To heaven he lifts his heart and prays, 
 
 (What can his love fubdue?) 
 " Father forgive, he earned cries, 
 
 " They know not what they do." 
 
 Jefus this wond'rous love I fmg, 
 
 And whilft I fmg admire : 
 Breathe on my foul, and kindle there 
 
 The fame celeftial fire. 
 
 VI. 
 No longer then fhall I abhor, 
 
 The man that is my foe ; 
 But Ihall forgive, and think how much, 
 
 I to thy bounty owe. 
 
 CVIII. Common Metre. 
 
 Defiring to be offered with a view of a critri- 
 
 fad Saviour. 
 
 I. 
 
 AMAZING love! God has not fpar'd 
 His dear and only fon : 
 But him deliver'd up to death 
 For crimes which men had done. 
 
 II. 
 Behold the fpotlefs fon of God 
 
 Amidft thehelJifti bands: 
 With cruel thongs his back they tear, 
 Then pierce his feet and hands. - 
 
 III. 
 NaiPd to th' accurfed tree he hangs 
 
 A fpectacle of woe : 
 
 From head, from hands and pierced feet 
 The crimfon currents flow. 
 
 Shock'd
 
 i 2 8 HYMN CIX. 
 IV. 
 
 Shock'd at the fight the frighted fun 
 
 Withdraws each radiant beam: 
 The earth convulfive pangs endures 
 
 Whilft Jews unmov'd blafpheme. 
 
 V. 
 The Saviour bows his head and dies, 
 
 And mighty rocks are rent : 
 Lord, may thefe fcenes affect my foul, 
 
 And make my heart relent. 
 
 VI. 
 O may I ne'er indulge thofe fins 
 
 To thee more cruel far 
 Than thorns or rods, than whips or nails,, 
 
 Or pointed Roman fpear. 
 
 CIX. Long Metre. 
 
 $be love of God etndCbrijt in our redemption 
 admired. 
 
 I. 
 
 HE bleeds the Saviour bleeds and dies 
 Amidft a thoufand agonies : 
 For crimes he fuffers who had none, 
 T' atone for faults which men had done. 
 
 II. 
 
 O the amazing love of God, 
 On his own fon to lay the rod ! 
 To bruife him on th' accurfed tree, 
 That from the curfe he might us free. 
 
 III. 
 
 Great too, my Saviour, was thy love, 
 To leave the glorious realms above : 
 To be the babe, the child, the man, 
 To execute what grace began. 
 
 Such
 
 HYMN CX. 129 
 IV. 
 
 Such love by far exceeds the name 
 Of human in it's pureft flame: 
 A love which angels ftill admire, 
 Should heart and tongue and life infpire. 
 
 Ye fons of men admire the grace 
 By heaven beftow'd on Adam's race : 
 But language fails what words deny, 
 Let love, immortal love, fupply. 
 
 Purfue ye faints the heavenly road, 
 Marking each flep your Saviour trod. 
 His love, his grace, will carry through, 
 And make you more than conqu'rors too. 
 
 CX. Common Metre. 
 * The Offices of Chrijl. 
 
 I. 
 
 TESUS how precious is thy name, 
 How bright thy glories mine ! 
 Each facred charm unites in thee, 
 Thy beauties are divine. 
 
 II. 
 Only begotten, well-belov'd 
 
 Of thy own father God ; 
 In thee all grace and truth refide, 
 And love makes its abode. 
 
 * This hymn has already appear'd in print, and is now 
 
 repubHflied with fome alterations in the fourth ftanza. 
 
 See a colleftion of pfalms and hymns printed in London 
 for J, Waugh, Sec. 1760. p. 369. 
 
 R Greateft
 
 I 3 o HYMN CXI. 
 
 III. 
 Greateft of prophets, I admire 
 
 Each doctrine and command : 
 And whilft my foul adores the grace, 
 
 To do thy will I ftand. 
 
 IV. 
 Thou art my prieft, and wond'rous love ! 
 
 Thy felf the facrifice : 
 Thy blood aton'd, and flill it's voice 
 
 Is heard above the fkies. 
 
 V. 
 It is thy right, my glorious king, 
 
 To rule this heart of mine ; 
 Each bafe ufurper I renounce 
 
 To be entirely thine. 
 VI. 
 Thy great example nobly mines, 
 
 And ftrengthens all thy laws : 
 My duty bids me copy thee, 
 
 Thy love moft ftrongly draws. 
 
 CXI. Common Metre. 
 
 I'be example of Chrift. Johnxii. 26. 
 
 I. 
 
 IT is my faviour's voice I hear, 
 Arife and follow me : 
 Jefus, my great but humble Lord, 
 My pattern thou fhalt be. 
 
 What pure devotion warm'd thy breaft, 
 What zeal inrlam'd thy heart ? 
 
 Let me but catch the facred fire, 
 My foul mall do her part.
 
 HYMN CXII. 131 
 
 III. 
 
 It was thy meat, thy drink to do 
 
 Thy heavenly father's will : 
 Be this my beft repaft on earth 
 My'duty to fulfill. 
 
 IV. 
 When fore afflictions prefs me down, 
 
 Let patience hold me up : 
 The cup I drink, my Lord was thine 5 
 I drink a father's cup. 
 
 V. 
 Father, thy will not mine be done, 
 
 Was thy fubmiffive cry ; 
 O touch my heart, and then my tongue 
 Shall make the fame reply. 
 
 VI. 
 Goodnefs which mone through all thy life 
 
 Was brightelt at thy death : 
 Forgive my murd'rers, was the prayer, 
 Of thy expiring breath. 
 
 VII. 
 Jefus enlarge my narrow foul, 
 
 With goodnefs fuch as thine : 
 Thy fair example clofe purfued, 
 Shall make me all divine. 
 
 CXII. Common Metre. 
 
 ChriJFs compafflon and tendernefs. Heb. ii. 
 
 7 18. 
 
 I. 
 
 XE humble followers of the lamb, 
 What mould your fears create ? 
 )ld the faviour's lovely name, 
 The tender advocate. ^
 
 1 32 HYMN CXIII. 
 
 II. 
 
 No ftranger he to human woes, 
 
 Or to temptations lore : 
 Far greater forrows he has felt 
 
 Than mortals ever bore. 
 
 III. 
 He knows what griefs his fervants feel, 
 
 And feels himfelf their fmart : 
 Their fighs and groans, and flowing tears 
 
 Pierce thro' his tender heart. 
 
 IV. 
 Such an High-Prieft in human form, 
 
 So tender, good and juft, 
 Will ne'er defert his faithful friends, 
 
 Nor difappoint their truft. 
 
 The fympathy that dwells within 
 
 His tongue mail fweetly prove ; 
 As {landing by his father's throne, 
 
 He pleads his dying love. 
 
 VI. 
 Be ftill my paflions, then be ftill ; 
 
 My caufe let Jems plead ; 
 God will beftow the promis'd grace 
 
 To help in time of need. 
 
 CXIII. Long Metre. 
 
 The Chriftian Pa/over^ or the Old Leaven 
 purged out. i. Cor. 5, 7, 8. 
 
 I. 
 
 SEE IfraeFs fons their coafts around, 
 Repair to Salem's hallow'd ground ; 
 The paflbver begins the year, 
 And young and old with joy appear. 
 
 Chriflians
 
 HYMN CXIII. 133 
 II. 
 
 Chriftians have now their feaft, and more 
 Than ever Jews enjoy 'd before : 
 Our pafchal lamb has long been (lain, 
 The fubftance come the type is vain. 
 
 III. 
 
 * 'Tis a deliv'rance wond'rous great 
 We at this table celebrate : 
 Refcued from fin, from death and hell, 
 What tongue can fuch falvation tell? 
 
 IV. 
 
 With pious care let us remove 
 What ever Chrift cannot approve : 
 Let no bafe leaven, no fecret guile 
 Our confcience, or our feaft defile. 
 
 V. 
 
 Sacred the temple of our God, 
 Pure be our hearts for his abode : 
 If he vouchfafes to dwell within 
 We muft purge out the reigning fin. 
 
 With body pure, and mind moft chafte 
 Our hallow'd food we're bid to tafte : 
 Anger and malice muft be gone, 
 That love divine may rule alone. 
 
 * This and the nine following hymns are more particu- 
 larly adapted to the Lord's Supper. There are feveral 
 others which may be as fuitable, where this inftitution is 
 not exprefsly referred to. 
 
 Behold
 
 134 HYMN CXIV. 
 
 CXIV. Short Metre. 
 Behold the lamb of God. John i. 36, 
 
 I. 
 
 BEHOLD the lamb of God ! 
 The holy baptift cries -, 
 Whilft joy infpir'd his pious breaft, 
 And fparkled in his eyes. 
 
 Let us behold the lamb, 
 
 In him no fpot we fee : 
 How patient, gentle, meek and mild! 
 
 From guile, from error free. 
 
 III. 
 See Jefus like a lamb 
 
 Led to the facrifice , 
 And filent as the meep that duml} 
 
 Before her fhearer lies. 
 
 IV. 
 This lamb of God, ye faints, 
 
 In mem'ry ftill retain: 
 Come chearful to the gofpel feaft, 
 
 Your paffover is flain. 
 V. 
 The lamb moft worthy is, 
 
 And be his name ador'd ; 
 He dies, and by his death behold 
 
 A guilty world reftor'd ! 
 
 VI. 
 Behold this fpotlefs lamb! 
 
 And mark the path he trod; 
 This bleffed road will furely lead 
 
 To happinefs and God. 
 
 Love
 
 HYMN CXV. 135 
 
 CXV. Common Metre. 
 
 Love to an unfeen Saviour, i Pet. i. 8. 
 
 I. 
 
 BLEST, O my Saviour, were thole eyes 
 Which faw on earth thy face ! 
 "Who in thy humble form beheld 
 Thy father's truth and grace. 
 
 But now thy lovely face is hid 
 
 From thefe our mortal eyes; 
 Yet ftill by faith we may thee view, 
 
 For faith can pierce the fkies. 
 
 III. 
 Jefus, our Lord, increafe that faith 
 
 Which lifts the foul above : 
 Then mall thy glories, tho' unfeen, 
 
 Transform our fouls to love. 
 
 IV. 
 Yes, we will love thee tho' unfeen, 
 
 For thou art ftill the fame ; 
 Thy faints thou never wilt forget, 
 
 Nor fcorn the humbleft name. 
 
 V. 
 Thefe are thy fervants, thefe thy friends, 
 
 For them thy table's fpread : 
 What can they want whilft thou wilt give 
 
 The true and living bread ? 
 
 VI. 
 Jefus, thy table we furround, 
 
 Our facred food we eat: 
 And in our chearful fongs of praife 
 
 Thy wond'rous grace repeat. 
 
 When
 
 136 HYMN CXVI. 
 VII. 
 
 When faith mall well have cleans'd our fouls 
 
 We will rejoice in thee : 
 But, O the joy unfpeakable, 
 
 Thy blifsful face to fee ! 
 
 This hymn may be fang previous to the Lord's-Sup- 
 per by making this fmall alteration in ftanza Vi. 
 
 Jefus, thy table we'll approach 
 
 Our facred food to eat : 
 And in our chearful fongs of praife 
 
 Thy grace we will repeat. 
 
 CXVI. Common Metre. 
 On the Lord's Supper. 
 
 THIS is the feaft that Jefus makes, 
 And bids his friends draw near j 
 Not all the dainties earth can give 
 So much my heart can chear. 
 
 II. 
 
 Ye faints, with gratitude adore 
 Your Saviour's tender love ; 
 Who by thefe figns would raife your fouls 
 To him and things above. 
 
 III. 
 Defcend, bleft Lord, and dwell by faith 
 
 Within this heart of mine : 
 Thy grace fhall ftrengthen all my powers, 
 And blefs each facred fign. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Jefus, thy flefh is meat indeed ; 
 And drink indeed thy blood : 
 Thou giv'ft us living bread for meat, 
 For drink the living flood. 
 
 Strength'ned
 
 HYMN CXVII. 137 
 V. 
 
 Strengthned with inward might we'll do, 
 
 And bear thy holy will: 
 Our foes lhall fall, and we'll go on 
 
 To fight and conquer ftill. 
 
 VI. 
 Drawn by the powerful cords of love, 
 
 Thy glories we'll proclaim : 
 And do our beft to make the world 
 
 Revere, and love thy name. 
 
 CXVII. Common Metre. 
 On the Lord's Supper. 
 
 I. 
 
 JESUS, why mould we eat and drink 
 To keep thy love in mind ? 
 Can thy difciples thee forget, 
 Thy friends become unkind? 
 
 II. 
 Ah ! Lord, thou know'ft how frail we are, 
 
 How earthly cares befet; 
 By thefe o'erwhelm'd how foon do we 
 Ourfelves, 'and thee forget ? 
 
 III. 
 To thee ten thoufand thanks we owe, 
 
 Our fouls with all their powers ; 
 Bind to thyfelf with cords of love 
 Thefe roving hearts of ours. 
 
 IV. 
 May faith prefent thy matchlefs charms 
 
 To our admiring eyes: 
 Here may we fee what angels view 
 With pleafure and furprize. 
 
 S Vain
 
 i 3 8 HYMN CXVIII, 
 V. 
 
 Vain world depart ; and try no more 
 
 To fix my heart on thee: 
 I muft now live to him alone 
 
 Who liv'd and died for me. 
 
 CXVIII. Common Metre. 
 
 On the Lord's Supper. 
 
 I. 
 
 THIS do in rriem'ry of your Lord, 
 The holy Jefus faid; 
 When he his heavenly father bleft, 
 And took and broke the bread. 
 
 II. 
 Take eat, faith he, and here behold 
 
 My body broke for you : 
 Take ye the cup, and drink the wine, 
 For this my blood doth mew. 
 
 HI. 
 
 The new, the better cov'nant fee, 
 Which time mail ne'er repeal; 
 This cov'nant founded in my blood 
 Shall your full pardon feal. 
 
 IV. 
 Jefus, thy flem is heavenly food, 
 
 Thy blood is drink indeed : 
 From thee we grace and ftrength derive 
 To help in time of need. 
 
 V. 
 Whilft at thy table, Lord, we fit, 
 
 Enlarge our narrow hearts ; 
 Then faith and hope, and holy joy 
 Shall well fulfill their parts. 
 
 Lord,
 
 HYMN CXIX. 139 
 
 VI. 
 
 Lord, we are thine, bought with thy blood, 
 
 Our fer vice is thy due-, 
 With zeal infpire us to perform 
 
 The vows we here renew. 
 
 CXIX. Common Metre. 
 
 On the Lord's Supper. 
 
 I. 
 
 JESUS the king his table fpreads, 
 And bids his friends draw nearj 
 Obey my foulj with facredjoy 
 Before the king appear. 
 
 II. 
 What is it, Lord, thou doft require ? 
 
 A thing extremely hard ? 
 That few, fo very few, are found 
 Who this command regard, 
 
 III. 
 
 Doft thou oblige us by this aft 
 To be made poor like thee ? 
 To bear the pain and the reproach 
 Of thine accurfed tree? 
 
 IV. 
 Muft we renounce all focial blifs 
 
 Kind providence fupplies ? 
 To caves and deferts mull we run, 
 And fpend our lives in fighs ? 
 
 Thy laws, my deareft Lord, contain 
 
 No fuch fevere decree: 
 This precept bids us mew thy death, 
 
 And ftill remember thee. 
 
 82 O may
 
 i 4 o HYMN CXX, 
 VI. 
 
 O may we bear thy laws in mind, 
 
 Like thee be meek and good ! 
 And with our lips and lives proclaim 
 
 The virtues of thy blood. 
 
 VII. 
 Shall Heathens to appeafe falfe gods, 
 
 Their bodies wound and tear : 
 And can I then, my Lord, refufe 
 
 Thine eafy yoke to wear ? 
 
 CXX. Short Metre. 
 
 Looking on him whom we have pierced -, or the 
 water and the blood. John xix. 34, 37. 
 
 I. 
 
 JESUS this feaft provides; 
 And bids his faints attend: 
 Ye faints, his matchlefs favours fmg. 
 Which all your thoughts tranfcend, 
 
 Was ever love like his ? 
 
 Ye Angels it admire ; 
 To leave the blifs of his own heaven, 
 
 And on a crofs expire. 
 III. 
 Breathlefs, and pale he hangs, 
 
 A fpeclacle of woe : 
 From his pierc'd fide in ftreams behold 
 
 The blood and water flow. 
 
 IV. 
 So rich a flood as this 
 
 'Till now ne'er ftain'd the ground : 
 Our pardon, and our cleanfing too 
 
 In this bleft ftream are found. 
 
 Dear
 
 HYMN CXXI. J4 i 
 V 
 
 Dear Jefus, whilft we view 
 
 Thy wounded hands and heart 
 Deep-pierc'd would we lament thofe fins 
 
 Which gave thee all thy fmart. 
 
 VI. ' 
 Won by thy love, the world, 
 
 And flefli mail be deny'd : 
 Thus we proclaim our love, and thus 
 
 With thee are crucify'd. 
 
 . Common Metre. 
 On the Lord's fupper. 
 I. 
 
 BEHOLD the father's matchlefs gra.ce, 
 From heaven he fent his fon ; 
 To bleed, and die upon the crofs, 
 For crimes which men had done. 
 
 II. 
 Ye faints this facred board around 
 
 Adore the Saviour's name-, 
 For you the painful crofs he bore* 
 For you defpis'd the fhame. 
 
 III. 
 My tongue the boundlefs grace would fing* 
 
 But words how weak are they ? 
 Not the bleft tongues which angels ufe 
 Can all the grace difplay. 
 
 IV. 
 I bid the nobler powers of thought 
 
 To try what they can do ; 
 But foon, alafs! they fmk and tire, 
 Whilft I the theme purfue. 
 
 Not
 
 142 HYMN CXXII. 
 V. 
 
 J-Tot the bright feraphs who excell 
 
 In wifdom, can explore 
 The heights and depths of this great love. 
 
 But wond'ring ftill adore. 
 
 VI. 
 I too with wond'ring angels join, 
 
 A feebler fong I raife : 
 And when my tongue can do more 
 
 My life mail better praife. 
 
 This hymn may be fuited to any other occafion by al- 
 tering the lid ftanza thus : 
 
 Come, ye that love the Lord, unite 
 
 To praife the Saviour's name ; 
 For you the painful, &c. 
 
 CXXII. Short Metre. 
 On the fame. 
 
 I. 
 
 THIS facred feaft we keep, 
 In mem'ry, Lord, of thee : 
 Here 'tis thy griefs we view, and here 
 Thy greater love we fee. 
 
 Not death's moft direful forms 
 
 Could o'er thy love prevail : 
 Love ftretch'd thy body on the tree, 
 
 And drove each painful nail. 
 
 III. 
 We fee thy love flow down 
 
 In ftreams divinely pure : 
 To warn our fouls from all their flams, 
 
 And make our pardon fure. 
 
 What
 
 HYMN CXXIII. 143 
 
 IV. 
 
 What mall I render Lord, 
 
 For love fo great as thine ? 
 To thee ten thoufand thanks I owe, 
 
 To thee myfelf refign. 
 
 Rule henceforth, mighty Lord, 
 
 The empire of my foul ; 
 Each word, each thought, each fecret wilrl* 
 
 Thou king of grace controll. 
 
 VI. 
 My life mail praife thee beft, 
 
 Whilft I thy laws obey : 
 But O eternity's too fhort, 
 
 My debt of love to pay ! 
 
 CXXIII. Common Metre. 
 The fuperiority of Chrift's priefthood. Heb. x. 
 
 II, 12. 
 I. 
 
 TESUS the great high-prieft behold, 
 With brighteft honours crown'd , 
 Glad angels fing his praife, and flrikc 
 Their harps of fweeteft found. 
 
 II. 
 His glorious prieft-hood let us fing, 
 
 Not drawn from Aaron's line ; 
 More noble is his calling far, 
 His order more divine. * 
 
 III. . 
 In fwift fucceflion Aaron's fons 
 
 The changing prieft-hood quit : 
 The fathers die, and to their heirs 
 The facrcd charge tranfmit. 
 
 Not
 
 144 HYMN CXXIV. 
 IV. 
 
 Not with his breath did our high-prieft, 
 
 His greater charge refign : 
 For ever mall his priefl-hood lad, 
 So fpake the oath divine. 
 
 V. 
 No offerings for himfelf he brings, 
 
 To cleanle from guilt within : 
 Holy he was and undehTd, 
 He did, he knew no fin. 
 
 VI. 
 
 Behold ! within the veil he bears, 
 His own moft precious blood : 
 No blood of beafts ; their pierced veins 
 Ne'er pour'd fo rich a flood. 
 
 VII. 
 In vain the bleeding victims fell 
 
 Throughout the circling year : 
 No blood of bulls, of goats, or lambs 
 , Could make the confcience clear. 
 
 VIII. 
 Jefus, thy fmgle facrifice 
 
 The mighty work has done : 
 The types are fled, difpers'd like mifts 
 Before the rifing fun. 
 
 CXXIV. Common Metre 
 The yoke of Chrift an eafyone. Mat. xi. 29, 30, 
 
 I. 
 
 ' HP* IS Jefus the great mafter fpeaks, 
 
 ^ My foul obey his word : 
 Take up my eafy yoke, he cries, 
 And learn of me your Lord. 
 
 The
 
 HYMN CXXV. 145 
 II. 
 
 The galling yoke by Mofes fram'd 
 
 My gofpei mall remove : 
 1 give the wounded confcience eafe, 
 
 And rule by laws of love. 
 
 III. 
 Jefus the precepts in thy word 
 
 With charming luftre fhine : 
 But written in thy fairer life, 
 
 Their beauty is divine. 
 
 IV. 
 When pride puffs up my empty mind, 
 
 Or angry pafiions rife ; 
 O may 1 then with confcious mame 
 
 To thee direct my eyes. 
 
 V. 
 Humble and meek thy temper was, 
 
 And all thy paffions pure : 
 In thy bleft life I fee my rule, 
 
 And find my powerful cure. 
 
 VI. 
 When I have learnt thy temper well, 
 
 In thy fair image dreft ; 
 Peace mall poflefs this foul of mine, 
 
 Sweet pledge of-endlefs reft. 
 
 CXXV. Short Metre. 
 
 CbriJPs death) burial and refurreftion, 
 
 I. 
 
 WE fing our faviour's love, 
 For us he yields to death : 
 s Tis finifh'd, faith the Lord of life, 
 And then refigns his breath, 
 
 T See
 
 146 HYMN CXXY. 
 II 
 
 See where his faithful friends 
 
 Their odours, fweet prepare ; 
 T' enbalm his corps, nor pains nor co-ft 
 
 The rich difciples fpare. 
 
 III. 
 Their fears are now forgot, 
 
 And whilft the reft are fled, 
 Nobly they ftand, and own their Lord 
 
 Now number'd with the dead: 
 
 IV. 
 In Jofeph's virgin tomb 
 
 Behold the body plac'd : 
 No tomb fince death his reign began, 
 
 With fuch a gueft was grac'd. 
 
 Boaft not thy vid'ry death, 
 
 Thy triumphs grave decline ; 
 Soon fhall thy ftrong, and mafly bars, 
 
 The prince of life refign. 
 
 VI. 
 A body fo prepar'd, 
 
 From all defilement free ; 
 A form fo holy could but die, 
 
 But not corruption fee. 
 
 VII. 
 Ye Jews, and hofts of hell, 
 
 Soon were your triumphs o'er ; 
 The faviour fell to rife again, 
 
 And lives for ever more. 
 
 VIII. 
 He lives ; ye faints rejoice 
 
 Through him you vicVry have : 
 For you he conquer'd death, for you 
 
 He triumph'd o'er the grave. The
 
 HYMN CXXVI. 147 
 
 CXXVI. Long Metre. 
 
 The reficrreftion of Ckrift. Matt, xxviii. 2. 9. 
 
 L 
 
 JOIN voices, all ye faints, and Ting 
 The conquering faviour and the king : 
 He rofe he lives, the joyous found, 
 Let earth \vith all her mores rebound. 
 
 II. 
 
 Tell me O earth, what made thee fhake ? 
 Ye rocks whatpower could make you quake? 
 Th' Almighty father gave the word, 
 And ve. reitor'd your captive Lord. 
 
 , IIL 
 
 Jefus my fon, he faith, I claim ; 
 
 Only-begotten him I name : 
 
 This day be known his higher birth, 
 
 Bv all in heav'n, by all on earth. 
 
 IV. 
 
 He fpoke and from the lofty fkies, 
 With fpeedy wing an Angel flies : 
 The place he marks where Jefus lay, 
 And rolls the mighty ftone away. 
 
 How great the keeper's fear and dread 
 They quake, they fall, they lie as dead ! 
 Thy bands O grave all drove in vain, 
 The glorious pris'ner to detain ! 
 
 VI. 
 
 What ftone, or feal could him confine 
 When quicken'd by the power divine ? 
 Who mould forbid God's fon to rife 
 When God accepts his facnfice ? 
 
 T 2 He
 
 148 H Y M N CXXVII. 
 VII. 
 
 " He is not here" O charming word ! 
 Rifen ye faints is Chrift your Lord : 
 Jefus by faith we would furvey, 
 The place where once thy body lay. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 With thee our brlghteft hope arife 
 Of endlefs joys above the fkies : 
 O may thefe hopes effectual prove, 
 To raife our fouls to things above. 
 
 CXXVII. Common Metre. 
 
 On the f am. 
 
 I. 
 
 HE bled, the faviour bled and dy'd, 
 But fell to rife again : 
 His crofs the fure foundation laid 
 For his immortal reign. 
 
 II. 
 Not all the bonds and bars of death, 
 
 This pris'ner could confine : 
 " My fon mail not corruption fee,'* 
 So fpake the voice divine. 
 
 III. 
 Lo ! in the eaft the third day dawns, 
 
 In hafte the darknefs flies ; 
 Angels fwift-wing'd to earth defcend, 
 Commiflion'd from the fkies. 
 
 IV. 
 
 See a glad Angel from the tomb 
 Rolls back the mighty ftone ; 
 *Tis now our Jefus quits the duft 
 To mount a heavenly throne. 
 
 The
 
 HYMN CXXVIII. i 49 
 V. 
 
 The father with new honours crowns 
 
 His fon's exalted head : 
 My fon, he faith, I make thee Lord 
 
 Of living and of dead. 
 VI. 
 To thec each knee lhall humbly bow; 
 
 Thee, every tongue confefs : 
 The nations by thy blood redeem'd 
 
 Shall fmg my righteoufnefs. 
 
 CXXVIII. Common Metre. 
 Rifen with Chrift. Col. iii, i. 
 
 I. 
 
 WHAT is there on this earthly ball 
 To fatisfy my foul ? 
 
 Why fhould a mind for heaven defign'd, 
 Still grovel with the mole ? 
 
 II. 
 There is a glorious world above, 
 
 Unfeen by mortal eye ; 
 Thither the rifen faviour's gone, 
 No more to bleed and die. 
 
 III. 
 He lives, for ever lives and reigns, 
 
 Great advocate and king ! 
 Where's now thy boailed vicYry grave, 
 And death where is thy fling ? 
 
 IV. 
 Rifen with Chrift, my foul muft rife 
 
 To things that are above : 
 Jefus aflift my flight, and give 
 Swift wings of faith and love. 
 
 May
 
 1 50 HYMN CXX1X. 
 V. 
 
 May every facred tie unite 
 
 To raife my foul to thee : 
 My heaven begun lhall be compleat 
 
 When I thy face fhajl fee. 
 
 CXXIX. Common Metre. ' 
 
 T'homas's unbelief^ and drift's condefcention. 
 John xx. 25, 30. 
 
 I. 
 
 HOW condefcending and how good 
 The rifen Jefus is ? 
 What condefcention can be found 
 That ever equal'd his ? 
 
 II. 
 Behold he ftands, and Ihews the wounds 
 
 His facred body bore : 
 The prints the cruel nails had made 
 Whence ftream'd the crimfon gore. 
 
 III. 
 " Thomas reach forth thy hand, he cries., 
 
 And feel thefe prints you fee : 
 Thruft now thy hand into my fide 
 Nor longer faithlefs be." 
 
 IV. 
 The man by mighty love fubdued 
 
 Nor doubts, nor queftions more : 
 With fweet furprize, behold him now 
 His Lord divine adore. 
 
 V. 
 What tho' bleft Jefus with our eyes 
 
 We ne'er beheld thy face ; 
 Yet faith adores thee all divine, 
 And loves to truft thy grace. 
 
 Faith,
 
 HYMN CXXX. i 5l 
 VI. 
 
 Faith, charming fource of joy and peace, 
 
 It's thoufand bleffings has : 
 Increafe my faith, and make me, Lord, 
 
 More bleft than Thomas was. 
 
 CXXX. Common Metre. 
 ChrijFs afcenfion. Luke xxiv. 50, 51. 
 
 I. 
 
 TO Jefus our afcending king 
 Our voices let us raife : 
 His rifen triumphs well may claim 
 Our nobleft fongs of praife. 
 
 Near to my view, celeftial faith, 
 
 The pleafmg profpec~b bring ; 
 So mail my foul mount upward too, 
 
 And as it rifes fing. 
 
 III. 
 Look where the rifen Jefus Hands, 
 
 His looks all tendernefs : 
 Behold his gracious hands ftretch'd out 
 
 His family to blefs. 
 
 IV. 
 He blefles and in blefiing takes 
 
 His laft and fond adieu : 
 Parted at once the air lie treads, 
 
 And rifes in their view. 
 
 V. 
 Upwards they gaze with fteady eye 
 
 To fee him take his flight; 
 When lo ! an interpofing cloud 
 
 Conceals him from their fight. 
 
 Efcorted
 
 1 52 HYMN CXXXI. 
 V. 
 
 Efcorted by th' Angelick bands 
 
 He takes his glorious crown; 
 And from his feat on God's right-hand 
 
 He fends his fpirit down. 
 
 VI. 
 Thus he fulfills his gracious word, 
 
 And makes his triumphs known : 
 The Gentile nations learn his name, 
 
 And bow before his throne. 
 
 CXXXI. Short Metre. 
 Chrift's afcenfion and advocacy. 
 
 I. 
 
 OUIT, O my foul, the earth, 
 And do thy beft to rife; 
 To Jefus foar, afcended far 
 Above the lofty fkies. 
 II. 
 Proclaim the glorious day. 
 
 And all his triumphs tell : 
 Sing how he fpoil'd his mighty foes, 
 And vanquifh'd death and hell. 
 
 III. 
 Behold at God's right-hand 
 
 He takes th' appointed feat; 
 Whilft Angels their low homage pay, 
 And faints the conqu'ror greet. 
 
 IV. 
 With joy they tune their harps, 
 
 And in fweet accents fmg 
 The conquefts, and the triumphs too 
 Of their exalted king.
 
 HYMN CXXXII. i 53 
 V. 
 
 Ye faints that dwell on earth 
 Th,e heavenly concert join : 
 Proclaim th' afcended king, and praife 
 Your advocate divine, 
 VI, 
 Sing of his faithfulnefs ; 
 
 The power he has above : 
 Tell all his friends his heart is made 
 Of fympathy and love. 
 
 VII. 
 Come all the gifts rehearfe 
 
 His bounteous hands beftow : 
 Sing the rich virtues of his blood, 
 Through which thefe bleffings flow, 
 
 VIII. 
 Rejoice, ye humble fouls, 
 
 Jefus yourcaufe will plead: 
 
 The father hears his fon always, 
 
 And will fupply your need. 
 
 CXXXII. Long Metre. 
 ^be effufion of the Spirit. Acts ii. I 13. 
 
 I, 
 
 WE fmg the honours of the day 
 On which th' Apoftles met to pray; 
 With hearts and tongues in fweet accord, 
 Waiting the promife of their Lord. 
 
 When lo ! from heaven a fudden found 
 By them was heard the place around ; 
 JLike wind the blaft impetuous came, 
 And flrak appear bright tongues of flame. 
 
 U The
 
 i 5 4 HYMN CXXXII. 
 
 III. 
 
 The cloven tongues of facred fire 
 On each alight, and each infpire: 
 With various tongues at once they fpeak ^ 
 Barbarian, Roman, Hebrew, Greek. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Each profelyte from diftant lands 
 To hear thefe Galileans ftands : 
 And hears amaz'd God's wonders fhown. 
 In foreign tongues, and in his own. 
 
 V. 
 
 Thus did the Spirit fet his feal, 
 And Chrift his truth and power reveal; 
 Now 'tis he fends his fervants forth 
 To eaft and weft, to fouth and north. 
 
 VI. 
 
 No more like fearful larnbs they run 
 The terrors of the crofs to fhun : 
 But bold as lions they proclaim 
 Their rifen matter's glorious name. 
 
 VII. 
 
 What wond'rous figns thefe men attend 
 Their heavenly doftrine to commend? 
 With power inverted from on high 
 The dead revive, the living die. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 The gofpel runs fwift like the light, 
 And quick difpels the fhades of night: 
 The lands that long in darknefs lay 
 Feel the bleft gofpel's quick'ning ray. 
 
 Their fins, and follies now they mourn, 
 And from their lufts and idols turn : 
 Gentile, and Jew with one accord 
 Unite to praife their common Lord. fbe
 
 HYMN CXXXIII. 155 
 CXXXIII. Common Metre. 
 
 The glorious fuccefs of the gofpel predicted. 
 
 John xii. 32. Mat. xiii. 31, 32. 
 
 I. 
 
 THE glorious triumphs of the crofs 
 Our chearful tongues mall tell: 
 The triumphs Jefus had foretold 
 Q'er all the powers of hell. 
 
 II. 
 Yes, when I'm lifted up, he cries, 
 
 I'll draw all men to me : 
 The flubborn Jew fhall own my fway, 
 And Gentiles bow the knee. 
 
 III. 
 Small as my kingdom now appears 
 
 An empire wide I'll have : 
 The nations when I quit my tomb 
 Shall know my power to fave. 
 
 IV. 
 From error, and from lufts impure, 
 
 My word mail cleanfe the foul , 
 So a<5ts the leav'n upon the mafs 
 'Till it ferments the whole. 
 
 V. 
 Like the fmall feed the muftard bears 
 
 My gofpePs growth mail be : 
 By heaven well bleft the little feed 
 Shall form a mighty tree. 
 
 VI. 
 Beneath it's branches fpreading wide 
 
 The nations fhall repair: 
 There fhall they find a cooling made, 
 And fweet refreshment thsre. 
 
 U 2 As
 
 1 56 H Y M N CXXXIV. 
 VII. 
 
 As from the eaft unto the weft 
 
 The rapid lightning flies ; 
 So mall my truth fwif t dart it's beams 
 
 To make the fimple wife. 
 
 VIII. 
 My fervants fhall my gofpel fpread, 
 
 My power fhall make it run 
 To weftern climes, and to the realms 
 
 Beneath the rifing fun. 
 
 CXXXIV. Common Metre. 
 
 True freedom by the gofpel. Johnviii. 36. 
 
 I. 
 
 MISLED by error Adam's fons 
 The paths of darknefs trod , 
 Not Rome, nor Greece for wifdom fam'd 
 So much as knew the God. 
 
 II. 
 The nations bound in gloomy chains 
 
 The tyrant Satan fway'd: 
 Kings, nobles, peafants flaves alike 
 Th' infernal prince obey'd. 
 
 III. 
 Dark clouds o'erwhelm'd the chofen race, 
 
 And painful was their yoke: 
 'Till Jefus came, and by his death 
 The bonds afunder broke. 
 
 IV. 
 Truth, with it's heavenly beams arofe, 
 
 And chas'd the doleful night : 
 The nations funk in death's dark /hades, 
 Salute the gofpel's light. 
 
 Jefus
 
 HYMN CXXXV. i 57 
 V, 
 
 Jefus his peaceful fceptre takes, 
 
 And rules with gentle fway , 
 The heathen lands from bondage freed 
 
 To him glad homage pay. 
 
 The fpirit of pure liberty 
 
 Breathes thro' his equal laws r 
 "With cords of love, the prince of peace 
 
 His willing fubjeds draws. 
 
 VII. 
 Sinners obey this Lord, and then 
 
 His favour you can't mifs : 
 Freed by the Son, your tongues fhall fmg 
 
 No freedom equals his. 
 
 CXXXV. Common Metre. 
 The gofpel a glorious light. 2 Tim. i. 10. 
 
 I. 
 
 THE gofpel, like another fun, 
 Shines with a glorious ray ; 
 Chafing the darknefs of the night 
 It fpreads the moral day. 
 
 What blefled truths this book reveals ? 
 
 What hope it's pages give ? 
 Pardon and peace the gofpel brings, 
 
 And bids the fmner live. 
 
 III. 
 Purer than filver molt refin'd 
 
 It's holy precepts mine: 
 The promifes mod precious are, 
 
 Th' examples are divine. 
 
 The
 
 158 HYMN CXXXVL 
 IV. 
 
 The father's love, the Saviour's grace 
 
 Adorn the facredpage: 
 Our giddy youth it guides and props 
 
 Our moft enfeebled age. 
 
 V. 
 Immortal life is brought to light, 
 
 A life of perfect joy : 
 Pleafures refin'd that always charm, 
 
 Delights that never cloy. 
 
 VI. 
 Thy gofpel, Lord, demands my fong, 
 
 For this thy name I blefs : 
 O may my life as well as tongue 
 
 It's glorious power confefs ! 
 
 CXXXVL Common Metre. 
 
 Not ajhamed of Cbrift, or Us goftel. Rom., 
 i. 1 6. 
 
 I. 
 
 LET Jews and Greeks my Saviour fcorn, 
 My faith let wits deride ; 
 I'm not afham'd to boaft of Chrift, 
 And him too crucified. 
 
 II. 
 How much his gofpel 1 admire 
 
 I'm not afham'd to own , 
 Treafures of knowledge here I find, 
 To Greece and Rome unknown. 
 
 III. 
 My foul adores the boundlefs grace, 
 
 The wifdom of the plan : 
 No fcheme like this to honour God, 
 And none fo fafe for man. 
 
 In
 
 HYMN CXXXV1I. J59 
 IV. 
 
 Jn vain the powers of earth and hell 
 
 Againft the gofpel join : 
 How weak the mortal arm of flelh ? 
 
 How flrong is the divine ? 
 
 V. 
 O blefled day when Jews confefs'd 
 
 Their fancied gains but lofs ! . 
 And Gentiles join'd with Jews to raife 
 
 The trophies of the crofs. 
 
 VI. 
 Thou God of grace thine arm reveal, 
 
 Such blefled times reftore ; 
 The triumphs of thy gofpel fpread 
 
 To ocean's utmoft more. 
 
 CXXXVII. Common Metre. 
 
 Sprayer for the fpread and fuccefs ofthegofpel. 
 
 I. 
 
 GREAT God of grace, arife and mine 
 With beams of heavenly light ; 
 From this dark world of fin difpel 
 The long and doleful night. 
 
 No more may fenfelefs idols mare 
 
 The honours due to thee : 
 May every nation know thy name, 
 
 And thy falvation fee. 
 III. 
 No more may perfecution dare 
 
 To lift her iron rod ; 
 No longer fhed the blood of faints, 
 
 And plead a zeal for God. 
 
 With
 
 160 HYMN CXXXVIIT. 
 IV. 
 
 With it's own pure and native light, 
 
 Lord, may thy gofpel fhine : 
 May error fly like noxious mifts 
 
 Before this light divine. 
 
 V, 
 Whilft heaven-born truth her charms reveals, 
 
 May love each bread infpire ; 
 Nor one bafe paffion ever mix 
 
 To quench this facred fire. 
 
 VI, 
 Lord, from on high thy Spirit pour, 
 
 So mall thy kingdom come ; 
 And paradife, like Eden fair, 
 
 On earth once more mail bloom. 
 
 CXXXVUI. Common Metre. 
 The excellency of the gofpel morals. 
 
 I. 
 
 HOW wond'rous pure the gofpel is ! 
 How bright it's precepts mine ? 
 Not Greece nor Rome could ever boaft, 
 Of morals fo divine. 
 II. 
 Laws to the heart the gofpel gives 
 
 To purify within : 
 
 The idle word (lands here condemn^ 
 And the mere thought of fin. 
 
 III. 
 The laws of love, how far they reach ? 
 
 With what fweet force controll ? 
 Our angry pafiions footh, and quell 
 The tumults of the foul. 
 
 What
 
 HYMN CXXXIX. 161 
 IV. 
 
 What noble conquefts love obtains ? 
 
 What triumphs can it fhew ? 
 Triumphs the bleft felf-conqu'ror boafh, 
 
 Which heroes never knew. 
 
 V. 
 Svvay'd by the gofpel's precepts we 
 
 For enemies will pray : 
 W 7 ith love, their hatred ; and their curfe 
 
 With bleffings we'll repay. 
 
 Pity fliall touch our hearts to fee 
 
 An hungry ftarving foe ; 
 The needful bread our hands out-ftretch'd 
 
 Shall joyfully beftow. 
 VII. 
 But in our Jefus 'tis we fee 
 
 The law of love compleat : 
 Earneft he prays for thofe who pierc'd 
 
 His facred hands and feet. 
 
 VIII. 
 Yes, when extended on the crofs, 
 
 He for their pardon pleads : 
 Great as their rage, and fury were 
 
 His love their rage exceeds, 
 
 CXXXIX. Common Metre. 
 
 ^he fruits of the Spirit. Gal. v. 22, 23. 
 
 I. 
 
 WHEN gentle fpring renews the earth, 
 In living green array'd ; 
 In nature's varied fcenes we fee 
 The life divine difplav'd. 
 
 X Man's
 
 1 62 HYMN CXL, 
 II. 
 
 Man's heart the Soil, the word the feed 
 
 Whence to expect the crop : 
 Whilft grace divine like falling fhowers 
 
 Supports the fower's hope. 
 
 The trees of righteoufnefs how fair ? 
 
 What fruits fo ftrike the eye ? 
 Fruits ripening ftill when nature's works, 
 
 And nature's felf fhall die. 
 
 IV. 
 What charms hath love ? and peace howfweet ? 
 
 How bright doth goodnefs fhine ? 
 Long-fuff'ring, temp'rance, truth and joy. 
 
 Shall make us all divine. 
 
 V. 
 In idle rites, in fiery zeal 
 
 No fruit is to be found ; 
 And worfhip too that is mere form 
 
 Will not improve the ground. 
 
 VL 
 In vain our paflions are on fire 
 
 If ftill impure the heart j 
 Our hopes will fail, and we alas ? 
 
 Shall mifs that better part. 
 
 CXL. Common Metre. 
 Divine influences implored. 
 
 I. 
 HPHY influence, mighty God ! is felt 
 
 A Through nature's ample round : 
 In heaven, on earth, through air and feas 
 Thine energy is found. 
 
 Life
 
 HYMN CXL. 163 
 
 II. 
 
 Life, motion, ftrength, with thee refide, 
 
 And beauty's fofteft charms : 
 Thy power in every tempeft blows, 
 
 And in each fun-beam warms. 
 
 III. 
 The thirfty earth with thoufand mouths 
 
 Drinks in thy falling mowers : 
 Thou mak'ft the hills and meadows fmile 
 
 Thy hand paints all the flowers. 
 
 IV. 
 Thy facred influence, Lord, I need, 
 
 To form my heart anew : 
 O cleanfe my foul from every fin 
 
 And thy falvation mew ! 
 
 V. 
 Father of lights ! thy fpirit grant 
 
 To guide my doubtful way : 
 Thy truth Ihall fcatter every cloud, 
 
 And make a glorious day. 
 
 VI. 
 Supported by thy heavenly grace, 
 
 I'll do and bear thy will : 
 Thy grace mail make each burden light, 
 
 And every murmur ftill. 
 
 VII. 
 Chear'd by thy fmiles, Ml fearlefs tread 
 
 The gloomy paths of death : 
 And with the hopes of endlefs blifs 
 
 Refign to thee my breath. 
 
 X 2 We
 
 1 64 HYMN CXLI. 
 
 CXLJ. Common Metre. 
 
 floe brazen ferpent. Numb. xxi. 8, 9, John 
 
 iii. 14, 15. 
 
 WHEN IfraePs fons, a murm'ring race, 
 Defpis'd their heavenly bread j 
 God bid his fiery ferpents fly, 
 To ftrike the rebels dead. 
 
 II. 
 * Swift like an arrow through the air, 
 
 The baleful reptiles fly ; 
 The rebels feel the deadly wound, 
 And groan, and gafp, and die. 
 
 A part ftill live , but O what looks ! 
 
 What agonizing pain ! 
 The fatal darts ftick faft within, 
 
 And human help is vain. 
 
 IV. 
 Now 'tis they feel the fmart of guilt, 
 
 And mourn their evil ways : 
 Now Mofes feels his Ifrael's griefs, 
 
 And for his Ifrael prays. 
 
 V. 
 He prays, and vengeance quite difarm'd, 
 
 Forfakes her awful throne : 
 Mercy afcends her milder feat, 
 
 And makes her glories known. 
 
 VI. 
 See Mofes raife by God's command, 
 
 The brazen ferpent high ; 
 The wounded truft the grace divine, 
 
 And look with eager eye. How 
 
 * Thefe fiery ferpents, itfhould feem were flying ferpents. 
 See Ifa. xiv. 29.
 
 HYMN CXLII. 165 
 VII. 
 
 How ftrange the means ? but in God's hand 
 
 The remedy how fure ? 
 Not one that view'd the healing brafs 
 
 But found a fpeedy cure. 
 
 VIII. 
 Thus, on his crofs, God's only fon 
 
 By men was lifted high -, 
 To heal our wounds, and fave our fouls 
 
 When threat'ned death was nigh. 
 
 IX. 
 Sinners believe -, look to his crofs, 
 
 Recent, and ye mail live : 
 His death eternal life procures, 
 
 And grace this life mail give. 
 
 CXLII. Common Metre. 
 
 The loft flwep found, or joy in heaven on the 
 
 converjion of afinner. Luke xv. 3, 4,&c. 
 
 I. 
 
 W Hen fome kind fhepherdfrom his fold, 
 Has loft a firaying fheep ; 
 Through vales, o'er hills he anxious roves, 
 And climbs the mountain fteep. 
 
 II. 
 But O the joy ! the tranfport fweet ! 
 
 When he the wand'rer finds : 
 Up in his arms he takes his charge, 
 And to his moulders binds. 
 
 III. 
 Homeward he haftes to tell his joys, 
 
 And make his blifs compleat : 
 The neighbours hear the news, and all 
 The joyful Ihepherd greet. Such
 
 166 HYMN CXLIIL 
 
 IV. 
 
 Such, and much greater is the joy 
 
 When but one firmer turns ; 
 When the poor wretch with broken heart, 
 
 His fms and errors mourns. 
 
 V. 
 Pleas'd with the news the faints below, 
 
 In fbngs their tongues employ : 
 Beyond the fkies the tidings go, 
 
 And heaven is filPd with joy. 
 
 VI. 
 Well-pleas'd the Father fees, and hears 
 
 The confcious finner weep : 
 Jefus receives him in his arms, 
 
 And owns him for his fheep. 
 
 VII. 
 Nor Angels can their joys contain 
 
 But kindle with new fire : 
 A wand'ring fheep's return'd they fing, 
 
 And ftrike the founding lyre. 
 
 CXLIIL Long Metre.' 
 
 The redemption of man the joy of Angels. 
 I. 
 
 REDEMPTION 'tis a glorious fcheme ; 
 Dwell, O my foul, on this bleft theme : 
 A theme enquiring Angels view, 
 With growing zeal, with raptures new. 
 
 Though once they drew a flaming fword, 
 *Gainft man the rebel to their Lord -, 
 Yet man they love, and fing the grace 
 Defign'd by heaven for Adam's race. 
 
 When
 
 HYMN CXL1V. 167 
 III. 
 
 When but one fmner quits the road 
 That leads to death, and turns to God ; 
 Joyous they hear the news, and fing 
 Th* increafing glories of their king. 
 
 Well-pleas'd they fee heaven's new-born heir 
 Committed to their tender care , 
 And fwift they fly from worlds above 
 On errands full of heavenly love. 
 
 V. 
 
 But what bold numbers can difplay 
 The joy of Angels on that day, 
 When they withChrift their Lord mail come, 
 And fing his triumphs o'er the tomb ? 
 
 VI. 
 
 The pious race, God's bed elecl, 
 From diftant parts they mall collect, 
 To mare the rich and full reward 
 Prepar'd, and promis'd by their Lord. 
 
 CXLIV. Long Metre. 
 
 Angels miniftring to Cbrift and the faints, 
 
 I. 
 
 O EE Gabriel fwift defcend to earth, 
 O" Glad to foretell a Saviour's birth: 
 Hark ! a full choir of Angels fing 
 The new-born faviour, anu the king. 
 
 II. 
 
 Behold thefe fwift-wing'd envoys wait 
 On Jefus in his humble Hate : 
 The defart, and the garden prove 
 Their glowing zeal, their tender love. 
 
 But
 
 168 HYMN CXLV. 
 
 III. 
 
 But who their mighty joys can tell, 
 When Jefus vanquifh'd death and hell ? 
 They faw the glorious conqu'ror rife, 
 And fill'd his friends with fweet furprize. 
 
 IV. 
 
 They faw the conqu'ror mount on high, 
 To glorious worlds beyond the fky ; 
 Efcorted by a mining band, 
 To take his place at God's right hand. 
 
 V. 
 
 Still are thefe glorious hofts above 
 Employ'd in meflages of love : 
 On faints below they chearful wait, 
 Nor think the work beneath their ftate. 
 
 VI. 
 
 Jefus, my Lord, my living friend, 
 May thefe thy fervants me attend 
 Through life, and when I quit this clay 
 Safe to thine arms my foul convey. 
 
 CXLV. Common Metre. 
 
 cfhe returning prodigal. Luke xv, 1 1 , &c 
 
 I. 
 
 FAR from his father's houfe behold 
 The prodigal depart : 
 No bonds of duty, or of love 
 Can bind his roving heart. 
 
 II. 
 Pleas'd with the dream of liberty, 
 
 To filthy luft a flave ; 
 In riot foon he fpends the wealth 
 His father's bounty gave. 
 
 Now
 
 HYMN CXLV. 169 
 
 III. 
 
 Now famine mews her meagre face, 
 
 And hunger makes him pine : 
 Could hufks fupport, the wretch would fain 
 Have fed on hulks with fwine. 
 
 IV. 
 No friend he finds with tender words 
 
 To mitigate his grief: 
 
 No ear is open to his cries, 
 
 No hand to his relief. 
 
 V 
 Diftrefs fo great, O happy turn! 
 
 Awakes the ferious thought: 
 The rebel long to reafon loft 
 To his right mind is brought. 
 
 VI. 
 " My father's houfe has bread, he cries, 
 
 " And bread there is to fpare : 
 " Why mould I die? there ftill is hope 
 " To get a fervant's mare. 
 
 VII. 
 " I will arife, without delay, 
 
 " And to my father go : 
 " Pity may touch a father's heart 
 " To fee fuch depth of woe. 
 
 VIII. 
 " Father, I'll fay, againft kind heaven 
 
 " I've fmn'd, and in thy fight : 
 " The name of child I dare not ufe, 
 " But beg a fervant's right. 
 
 IX. 
 
 Refolv'd he goes, when from afar 
 The father fpies his fon: 
 
 Y The
 
 1 70 HYMN CXLV. 
 
 The father feels his bowels yearn, 
 Compafiion makes him run. 
 
 X. 
 The ftarving wretch he views, and reads 
 
 Repentance in his face : 
 Around his neck he throws his arms, 
 And gives the fond embrace. 
 
 XI. 
 The fon confefTes, and with joy 
 
 The father hears his voice : 
 
 With kifles he the pardon feals, 
 
 And bids his child rejoice. 
 
 XII. 
 The fervants, at their lord's command, 
 
 Now ftrip the wretch forlorn ; 
 With the beft robe they him array, . 
 And with a ring adorn. 
 XIII. 
 A fumptuous feaft the father makes, 
 
 And wine and joy go round : 
 Be glad, he cries, the dead now lives, 
 The fon I loft is found. 
 
 XIV. 
 Such welcome mall all finners find, 
 
 When they their errors mourn; 
 And from the dangerous paths of vice 
 To wifdom's ways return. 
 
 XV. 
 God hears well pleas'd their humble cry, 
 
 Their fins he will forgive : 
 Mercy to mew is his delight, 
 His fweet prerogative. 
 
 ft*
 
 HYMN CXLVI. 171 
 
 CXLVI. Common Metre. 
 
 The humble and grateful penitent. 
 
 I. 
 
 LORD, waft thou ftrict to mark our crimes 
 What mortal flefh could ftand ? 
 A guilty world muft fink beneath 
 The vengeance of thy hand. 
 
 How many are the debts I owe ? 
 
 Increafmg ftill each day ; 
 Ten thoufand talents are thy due, 
 
 And I have nought to pay. 
 
 A contrite heart I would prefent 
 
 To thee a facrifice: 
 A broken and a contrite heart 
 
 Thou, Lord, wilt not defpife. 
 
 IV. 
 My hope upon thy mercy refts, 
 
 Which glories to forgive ; 
 Which freely pardons through thy fon, 
 
 And bids the mourner live. 
 
 V. 
 Great are my crimes, but not beyond 
 
 Thy mercies wide extent : 
 Thou never haft, or wilt reject 
 
 One humble penitent. 
 VI. 
 Chear'd by the hopes of pard'ning grace, 
 
 Let all my actions prove 
 Thy mercy only can exceed 
 
 The greatnefs of my love. 
 
 Y 2 fke
 
 1 72 HYMN CXLVII. 
 
 CXLVII. Common Metre. 
 
 he Pharifee and Publican. Luke xviii. 10-15. 
 
 I. 
 
 SEE how the haughty Pharifee 
 Within the temple ftands-, 
 To heaven with lofty eyes he looks, 
 And lifts unhallow'd hands. 
 
 II. 
 No fins he owns, nor prays for grace, 
 
 But boafts his righteoufnefs, 
 His ilated fafts, his num'rous tithes, 
 His merits in excefs. 
 
 III. 
 Not fo the humble Publican, 
 
 With down-caft looks he ftands ; 
 To heav'n he dares not lift his eyes, 
 Or ftretch his guilty hands. 
 
 IV. 
 Confcious he fmites his wounded breaft, 
 
 And mercy is his cry , 
 " Spare, gracious Lord, O fpare, nor let 
 " A mourning finner die." 
 
 V. 
 To heaven his humble prayer afcends, 
 
 And brings falvation down ; 
 But the vain boafter goes his way, 
 Rejected with a frown. 
 
 VI. 
 Whilft like the Publican I ftand, 
 
 And feel the wound within ; 
 Shew mercy, Lord, forgive and cleanfe 
 My foul from ev'ry fin. 
 
 The
 
 HYMN CXLVIII. 173 
 VII. 
 
 The humble mourner thou wilt hear, 
 
 And give the promis'd grace : 
 To honour thou malt raife their names, 
 
 But wilt the proud abafe. 
 
 CXLVIII. Common Metre. 
 
 The parable of the wedding garment. Mat. 
 
 xxii. ii 15. 
 
 I. 
 
 LISTEN my foul, the king of heaven 
 Invites thee for his gueft; 
 No common food he bids thee eat. 
 But gives a facred fealt. 
 
 II. 
 Not all the dainties earth can boaft, 
 
 Can fuch provifion mew, 
 The rich are welcom'd, and the poor 
 The king will welcome too. 
 
 III. 
 Nor rank, nor birth will he regard, 
 
 But 'tis th* internal drefs ; 
 The inner man, full drefs'd in all 
 The robes of righteoufnefs. 
 
 IV. 
 Thefe nuptial robes, my foul put on 
 
 And thefe for ever wear : 
 With time they fade not, and by ufe 
 They grow more heavenly fair. 
 
 In thefe array'd with gracious eye 
 
 The king mail thee furvey; 
 By him approv'd thou malt rejoice 
 
 In the decifive day. 
 
 But
 
 i 7 4 HYMN CXLIX. 
 VI. 
 
 But fliould'ft thou want th' internal drefs, 
 
 Thou haft an empty name , 
 Struck dumb, thy filence more than words 
 
 Shall tell thy guilt and mame. 
 
 VII. 
 " Bind him in everlafting chains 
 
 " Of darknefs and defpair:" 
 How after thy vain hopes wilt thou 
 
 This dreadful fentence bear ? 
 
 CXLIX. Long Metre. 
 Seeking the pearl of price. Mat. xiii. 45 46. 
 
 I. 
 
 IMmortal pearls ! delightful found ! 
 But where, O where mail thefe be found ? 
 "What place beneath thefe lower fkies 
 Contains the rich and glitt'ring prize ? 
 
 II. 
 
 In vain this earthly globe we trace, 
 Or range thro* ether's ampler fpace; 
 Bafe earth ! fuch wealth thou ne'er didfl fee, 
 Nor can it, air, be found in thee. 
 
 III. 
 
 'Tis the bleft gofpel's richer field 
 Muft this immortal treafure yield : 
 Here glows the inexhaufted mine, 
 Where pearls and gems for ever mine. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Why mould I then this world purfue 
 For blifs creation ne'er can mew ? 
 Why feek I not this wealth divine 
 When bid by heaven to make it mine ? 
 
 Shall
 
 II Y M N CL. 175 
 
 V. 
 
 Shall groveling mortals toil and fweat 
 Earth's mean and dubious wealth to get : 
 And fhall not I like ardor fhew 
 Who have a heaven of blifs in view ? 
 
 VI. 
 
 Seek then, my foul, th 5 immortal prize, 
 Whate'er it coft, and you'll be wife : 
 'Tis drofs you quit, delufive toys. 
 For heaven's unmix'd fubftantial joys. 
 
 CL. Common Metre. 
 
 The rich fool furprized. Lukexii. 16 r2,2. 
 
 I. 
 
 DELUDED fouls ! who think to find 
 A folid blifs below : 
 Blifs ! the fair flower of Paradife, 
 On earth can never grow. 
 
 II. 
 See how the foolifh wretch is pleas'd 
 
 T' increafe his worldly ftore; 
 
 Too fcanty now he finds his barns, 
 
 And fighs for room for more. 
 
 III. 
 " What (hall I do? diftreft he cries, ; 
 
 " This fcheme will I purfue: 
 " My fcanty barns I will pull down, 
 " And build them large and new. 
 
 IV. 
 " Here will I lay my fruits, and bid 
 
 " My foul to take its eafe: 
 " Eat, drink, be glad, my lafting ftore 
 " Shall give what joys I pleafe." 
 
 Scarce
 
 176 HYMN CLI. 
 V. 
 
 Scarce had he fpoke, when lo! from heaven 
 
 Th' Almighty made reply : 
 " For whom doft thou provide, thou fool, 
 
 " This night thyfelf ftialt die." 
 
 VI. 
 Teach me, my God, all earthly joys 
 
 Are but an empty dream ; 
 And may I feck my blifs alone 
 
 In thee the good fupreme. 
 
 CLI. Common Metre. 
 
 The parable of the rich man and Lazarus. 
 Luke xvi. 19 27. 
 
 BEHOLD the vain voluptuous man 
 In richeft purple dreft; 
 Sumptuous his fare from day to day, 
 And foft his bed of reft. 
 
 II. 
 Wrapt in himfelf, his cruel hands 
 
 Refufe the poor a part : 
 Not virtue deep diftrefs'd can touch 
 His hard unfeeling heart. 
 
 III. 
 Behold the pious beggar laid 
 
 Before the rich man's gate; 
 Hunger, difeafe and wounds unite 
 To make his forrows great. 
 
 IV. 
 To heav'n refign'd, he envies not 
 
 The rich their ufelefs ftore ; 
 The crumbs that fell from lux'ry's board 
 He afks, and craves no more. 
 
 The
 
 HYMN CLI. 177 
 V. 
 
 The dogs, as tho' by pity tonch'd, 
 
 The helplefs faint furround , 
 With balmy tongue theie tcnd'rer brutes 
 Lick gently ev'ry wound. 
 
 VI. 
 But fee ! the mournful fcene now fhifts, 
 
 The pious beggar dies : 
 Angels fwift bear his foul away 
 To worlds beyond the fides. 
 
 VII. 
 There, lodg'd in Abr'am's bofom, he 
 
 Enjoys a fweet repofe : 
 From life's pure ftreams refrefh'd he now 
 Forgets his former woes. 
 
 VIII. 
 The rich man dies, and haftes away 
 
 To hear his awful doom : 
 What then avails the pomp of death, 
 The honours of a tomb ? 
 
 IX. 
 Snatch'd from his blifs, O fudden change! 
 
 How dreadful his furprize ! 
 Too late from life's falfe dream he wakes, 
 In hell he lifts his eyes. 
 
 X. 
 In torments now to heaven he looks, 
 
 But looks and prays in vain: 
 One drop he aiks to quench his tongue, 
 But can't that drop obtain. 
 
 XI. . 
 
 Whatever, Lord, thy bounty gives, 
 A portion large or fmall : 
 
 Z I would
 
 i 7 S HYMN GUI. 
 I would not have my beft things here, 
 
 And here receive my all. 
 
 XII. 
 O cutting thought! to fhoot the gulf, 
 
 And view adiflant heaven: 
 To fee the blifs which I have loft 
 
 To pious beggars given ! 
 
 XIII. 
 With Laz'rus rather may I be 
 
 With various griefs oppreft : 
 But in good Abr'am's boibm find 
 
 At laft a place of reft. 
 
 CLII. Common Metre. 
 
 Parable of the ten 'virgins. Mat. xxv. i . &c. 
 
 I. 
 
 PREPARE, ye faints, to meet your Lord, 
 Nor deep nor (lumber more : 
 Bright be your lamps, your velfels filFd 
 To feed the wafting ftore. 
 
 II. 
 He comes, he comes, may be the cry 
 
 In midnight's deepeft gloom : 
 Should then our lamps be void of oil 
 How fad mnft be our doom? 
 
 III. 
 In vain, when 'tis too late, we feek 
 
 A frefh fupply to get ; 
 In vain, when once the door is fhut 
 Our folly we regret. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Open, Lord, open we may cry, 
 But then can't move his heart : 
 
 I know
 
 HYMN CLIII. 179 
 
 I know you not, the judge will fay, 
 Depart, from me depart. 
 
 Lord, for thy coming may I wait 
 
 With loins well girt about , 
 In heavenly virtues may I mine, 
 
 Nor let my lamp -go out. 
 
 VI. 
 Then will the bridegroom me admit, 
 
 And own me for his friend : 
 My foul mail feaft on heavenly love, 
 
 Nor mail the banquet end. 
 
 CLIII. Long Metre. 
 
 The Aiheift reprov'd. 
 
 I. 
 
 BLusH Atheifts, blufh, your airy fchemes, 
 Your chance, and atoms are but dreams: 
 Science in vain you proudly boaft, 
 In errors endlefs mazes loft. 
 
 II. 
 
 Nature furvey, the mighty whole 
 From north to fouthern diftant pole : 
 Heaven, earth and feas, and worlds of light 
 For ages hid from human fight. 
 
 III. 
 
 Say then, could chance this fabric rear 
 So great, fo good, fo wond'rous fair ? 
 Could chance the heavenly bodies move, 
 And in ftricl: order bid them rove ? 
 
 IV. 
 
 Does chance the various feafons rule, 
 The blooming fpring, the autumn cool?
 
 180 HYMN CLIV. 
 
 Bid fummer's heat enrich the year, 
 And winter pinch with f rofts fevere ? 
 
 V. 
 
 Sways chance the empire of the main? 
 Can chance it's proudeft waves reftrain ? 
 Command the fenfelefs tides to flow ? 
 Or teach the ebb it's hour to know ? 
 
 VI. 
 
 What is all nature but defign ? 
 Her works, but fkill and power divine ? 
 The God we fee in every form, 
 From the Arch-angel to the worm. 
 
 VII. 
 
 The wond'rous fcale of beings view, 
 Their nice gradations clofe purfue : 
 Deny then, Sceptic, if you can 
 A proper place affign'd for man. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 Man know thyfelf, thy rank well know, 
 And pay the mighty debt you owe: 
 The God adore, who did infpire 
 Your frame with an immortal fire. 
 
 IX. 
 
 Man view thy foul, nor let it be 
 A (lave when God would have it free: 
 Nor be it faid that brutes obey, 
 Whilft man rejects his maker's fway. 
 
 CLIV. Common Metre. 
 Ingratitude lamented and refolved againft. 
 
 ^^ODofmy life, my heart infpire 
 VJT The grateful fong to raife; 
 Thy gifts all numbers far exceed, 
 
 And far tranfcend my praife. But
 
 HYMN CLV. ijgj 
 
 II. 
 
 But few returns to thee I've made 
 
 For gifts each day renew'd : 
 Day tells the night, and night the day 
 
 Of my ingratitude. 
 
 III. 
 ..Ingratitude that helliih crime, 
 
 Henceforth would I deteft: 
 Nor let the fin of devils find 
 
 A place within my breafL 
 
 IV. 
 Ne'er may I fink beneath the brutes, 
 
 Which man their owner know: 
 Ne'er may I tafte thy gifts, and flight 
 
 The ib-urce from whence they flow. 
 
 V. 
 Let ftupid wretches thee forget, 
 
 In whom they live and move; 
 My fong would fpeak a grateful heart, 
 
 My life the fong approve. 
 
 Whilft life, and breath remain, my God, 
 
 Thy praifes I'll repeat: 
 And hope in better worlds to fing, 
 
 Where praife Ihall be complear. 
 
 CLV. Long Metre. 
 
 Nazareth* s ingratitude andftupidity ; or Chrift 
 rejetted in his own country. Mat. xiii. 53. 
 
 O Stupid Nazareth! not to fee 
 That heaven's beft prophet dwelt in thee : 
 Ungrateful city ! beyond meafure bafe ! 
 To fcorn th' image of the father's grace. 
 
 Jefus
 
 182 H Y M N CLVI. 
 
 II. 
 
 Jefus had gifts for thee in (lore, 
 And giving wifh'd to give thee more : 
 Why then deny'd his hands relief ? 
 O Naz'reth ! afk thy unbelief. 
 
 III. 
 
 Bafe crime ! 'tis thine to blind the mind, 
 And make e'en goodnefs feem unkind : 
 What good, curft fin, didft thou prevent 
 To ftop the arm omnipotent ? 
 
 IV. 
 
 Let faithlefs Jews flint faft their eyes, 
 And all Median's grace defpife : 
 We in his humble form will own 
 The king defign'd for David's throne. 
 
 Whence, blefied Jefus, but from heaven 
 Could wifdom fuch as thine be given ? 
 And whence thy works of pow'r and love, 
 But from that pow'r which rules above ? 
 
 VI. 
 
 Let Jews amaz'd infult with fcorn 
 Poor Jofeph's fon, of Mary born : 
 Thy higher birth we will record, 
 Great David's fon, and greater Lord. 
 
 CLVI. Common Metre. 
 Human frailty bewailed. 
 
 I. 
 
 ALAS ! how faulty are the beft ? 
 How weak the ftrongeft are ? 
 Who has the wifdom every hour 
 To Ihun the fecret fnare ? 
 
 Dangers,
 
 HYMN CLVII. 183 
 II. 
 
 Dangers, in diftant profpect feen, 
 
 How fmall do they appear ? 
 Champions we feem but cowards prove 
 
 Soon as the danger's near. 
 
 TIL 
 Thus Peter in the trying hour 
 
 His boafted courage loft : 
 And knew vain man, alas ! too late 
 
 His weakneis to his coft. 
 
 IV. 
 Mark well my foul the dang'rous path 
 
 Where e'en the faints have fell : 
 Fly from the downward road, and know 
 
 Its fteps take hold of hell. 
 
 V. 
 In the ftrait path that leads to life 
 
 Proceed with all thy care : 
 Smooth as the broad way now may feem, 
 
 There's nought but dangers there. 
 
 VI. 
 When dangers threaten, O my God ! 
 
 Preferve -my foul from harm : 
 No foe can hurt whilft I'm fecur'd 
 
 By an almighty arm. 
 
 CLVII. Common Metre. 
 
 The Jluggard reproved and inftruffed. Prov, 
 vi. 6. 
 
 I. 
 
 GO to the earth, it loudly fpeaks 
 To every liftening ear : 
 Birds, beafts, and infects, teach dull man 
 His maker to revere. Go
 
 1 84 HYMN CLVIII. 
 II. 
 
 Go to the ant, thou fluggard go, 
 
 Her ways confider well : 
 Her wifdom learn, fo fpake the king 
 
 Whofe wifdom did excell. 
 
 III. 
 Sagacious me without a guide 
 
 By inftin6t only led ; 
 Fearful of want, in harveft hours 
 
 Provides her winter bread. 
 
 IV. 
 Scorn not thy little teacher, man, 
 
 In wifdom great her fize : 
 But blufh that bees, and emmets too, 
 
 Thy folly mould chaftize. 
 
 V. 
 Ne'er be it faid that toiling ants 
 
 Lay up their ftock of grain ; 
 And man negleds his great concern, 
 
 Eternal life to gain. 
 
 VI. 
 Arife my foul, and act thy part, 
 
 Swift time will make no ftay ; 
 The winter haftes when you cant work, 
 
 Be therefore wife to-day. 
 
 CLVIII. Common Metre. 
 
 The Jluggard inftruffed, fecond part : Or, the 
 
 accepted time, and the day of fafoation. 
 
 I. 
 
 SEE how the little toiling ant 
 Improves the harveft hours : 
 Whilft fummer lafts into her cells, 
 The choiceft grain me pours. 
 
 Leant
 
 HYMN CLIX. 185 
 II. 
 
 Learn from her ways to aft thy part : 
 
 And mind each feafon well : 
 Learn from her fchool the focial arts, 
 
 In goodnefs to excell. / 
 
 III. 
 Whilft life remains, our harveft lafts ; 
 
 But youth of life's the prime : 
 Befl is this feafon for our work, 
 
 And this th' accepted time. 
 
 IV. 
 To-day attend, is wifdom's voice, 
 
 To-morrow folly cries : 
 And flill to-morrow 'tis, when oh ! 
 
 To-day the fmner dies. 
 
 V. 
 Jefus now (lands before the door, 
 
 He knocks, he kindly fpeaks : 
 Sinners be wife, this gueft receive, 
 
 Your happinefs he feeks. 
 
 VI. 
 When confcience fpeaks its voice regard, 
 
 And feize the tender hour : 
 Humbly implore the promis'd grace, 
 
 And God will give the power. 
 
 CLIX. Common Metre. 
 Wifdom's exhortation to youth. Eccl. 3?iL i. 
 
 I. 
 
 YE younger tribes of Adam's race 
 Attend to wifdom's voice : 
 " Remember now your maker God, 
 " And make his ways your choice." 
 
 A a Know
 
 186 HYMN CLX. 
 II. 
 
 Know 'twas his hand that fhap'd your clay, 
 
 A human form to bear : 
 His breath your nobler fpirit gave, 
 
 And ilamp'd his image there. 
 
 III. 
 Each circling day to day declares 
 
 In him ye live and move : 
 He fmiles upon your growing years, 
 
 And crowns your lives with love. 
 
 IV. 
 His thoufand thoufand precious gifts 
 
 Your daily thanks require : 
 The homage of your lips he afks, 
 
 Your heart he claims entire. 
 
 V. 
 Drawn by his love, without delay, 
 
 To him your hearts refign : 
 Time mail approve the act, and you 
 
 Will ne'er the choice repine. 
 
 VI. 
 Thrice happy yon, whofe early fteps 
 
 Incline to wifdom's ways : 
 God's favour (hall your toils reward, 
 
 And peace fhall clofe your days. 
 CLX. Common Metre. 
 
 The excellency of divine wifdom, and her gifts. 
 Prov. iii. 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18. 
 
 I. 
 
 WISDOM how beauteous is her form ! 
 How bright her features mine ? 
 Ten thoufand namelefs charms are hers 
 To fpeak her birth divine. 
 
 From
 
 HYMN CLXI. 187 
 
 II. 
 
 From heaven to our mean earth me comes, 
 
 And mews her fmiling face : 
 Her hands with choiceft gifts me fills, 
 
 To blefs the human race. 
 
 III. 
 Immortal life, unfading joys, 
 
 In her right hand me brings : 
 Riches and honours grace her left, 
 
 Beyond the ftate of kings. 
 
 IV. 
 Not gold, nor the bright fparkling gem, 
 
 Can with her gifts compare : 
 Compar'd with her the fine gold's dim. 
 
 And gems no luftre wear. 
 
 V. 
 Happy the man whofe feet incline 
 
 To walk in wifdom's ways : 
 Pleafure mail fweeten all the road, 
 
 And peace mall end his days. 
 
 VI. 
 In brighter worlds beyond the flues, 
 
 His blifs mail be compleat : 
 There mall he pluck from life's fair tree, 
 
 The fruits which angels eat. 
 
 CLXI. Common Metre. 
 
 'The danger of procraftination. Prov. xxvii. i . 
 
 Ecc. xii. i. Jer. xiii. 23. 
 
 TO-DAY attend, ye fonsof men, 
 To wifdom's heavenly voice : 
 Her counfels well mall guide your feet, 
 And make your hearts rejoice. 
 
 A a 2 Say
 
 1 88 HYMN CLXI. 
 II. 
 
 Say not ye will one day be wife, 
 
 But now it is too foon : 
 Know well, gay youth, thy fun may fet, 
 Before it fees a noon. 
 III. 
 O what is life! a fpan, a flower -, 
 
 Whofe morning beauties fade : 
 A fleeting vapour*loft in air, 
 The fhadow of a made. 
 
 IV. 
 Why then mould frail and mortal man, 
 
 On future years prefume ? 
 Man, whom an hoft of foes furround, 
 To pufh him to the tomb. 
 
 V. 
 Few fee the evil days of age, 
 
 Thofe days of fore complaint : 
 But ftill more rare the fmner old 
 Becomes the aged faint. 
 
 VI. 
 When Ethiopians Jhall with fpeed 
 
 Put off their darkeft hue ; 
 When hungry leopards quit their fpots 
 Nor more their prey purfue : 
 
 VII. 
 Then aged fmners will in hafle 
 
 Defert the paths they trod ; 
 
 And in the evening of their lives 
 
 Devote themfelves to God. 
 
 VIII. 
 Seize then, the prefent moments feize, 
 
 Since time nor death will ftay : 
 Too late alas ! you will repent 
 When you have loft your day.
 
 HYMN CLXII. 189 
 
 CLXII. Short Metre. 
 
 The world's temptations. Mat. vii. 13, 14. 
 
 I. 
 
 PLAIN is the road, my God, 
 That leads to thine abode; 
 But thoughtlefs mortals chufe, alas! 
 The broad and downward road. 
 
 II. 
 Flatter'd by pleafures lure 
 
 They catch the glittering bait: 
 Too late convinc'd they find the cheat, 
 And mourn their wretched fate. 
 
 III. 
 Fools fway'd by fordid gain 
 
 Their heaven and confcience fell : 
 Gold is their God, and all their heaven 
 To fee their treafures fwell. 
 
 IV. 
 At honour's mrine behold 
 
 Th* afpiring fon of fame ; 
 With heaven and confcience too he parts 
 To get an empty name. 
 
 Whilft others mifs the way, 
 
 Lord, teach me to beware : 
 I would not venture once to walk 
 
 Where I fufpect a fnare. 
 
 VI. 
 Into the paths of truth 
 
 My fteady foot-fteps guide : 
 Temptations then mall ftrive in vain 
 
 To turn my feet afide.
 
 ipo HYMN CLXIII. 
 
 CLXIII. Common Metre. 
 'The difficulties and folly of fin. Prov. xiii. 15. 
 
 I. 
 
 T TNHAPPY youth! whofe fleps no more 
 \J The paths of virtue keep : 
 What pains he feels 'till vice prevails 
 To lull his fears afleep? 
 
 II. 
 How foolim is the Tinner's part ? 
 
 What madnefs him excites ? 
 Againft his confcience and his peace, 
 Againft himfelf he fights. 
 
 III. 
 Freedom he boafts, but is the (lave 
 
 Of each imperious luft: 
 The ferpent's curfe is furely his 
 To crawl and lick the dull. 
 
 IV. 
 Smooth as the paths of vice may feem 
 
 The fmner's lot is hard: 
 His pleafures have their flings and wrath 
 Shall be his fure reward. 
 
 V. 
 When death has fix'd his awful doom 
 
 He will alafs! too late 
 With unavailing tears and fighs 
 Lament his hopelefs ftate. 
 
 VI. 
 Ye fons of vice your toil forbear, 
 
 Religion courts your choice : 
 Eafy my ways, (he faith, and fweet, 
 Hear, mortals, hear my voice. 
 
 Wifdnts
 
 HYMN CLX1V. 191 
 CLXIV. Common Metre. 
 
 Wijdoris exhortation; or the Jure and only way to 
 
 be rich, honourable and happy. Prov. viii. 1 8. 
 
 I. 
 
 HAR, mortals, hear, 'tis wifdom fpeaks, 
 With voice and looks divine : 
 To her who comes to make you bleft 
 . Both ear and heart incline. 
 
 II. 
 Behold her fteps, how graceful each? 
 
 See heav'n in her bright eye : 
 " Embrace, me cries, my gifts embrace, 
 " For why mould fmners die ? 
 
 III. 
 " Subftantial riches I beftow, 
 
 " Which India cannot boaft : 
 " Knowledge, whofe fruits immortal grow, 
 " And fhew a richer coaft. 
 
 IV. 
 " Honour and pleafure, peace and joy, 
 
 " With liberal hands I give: 
 " Pleafures refin'd, that never cloy, , 
 " And joys that ever live." 
 
 Are thefe the bleflings thou wilt give, 
 
 O wifdom, heavenly fair ! 
 And mail I longer be content 
 
 To go without my mare ? 
 
 VI. 
 Moft gracious God, fix thou my choice 
 
 In thee th' eternal All: 
 I'll be content, and let the Great 
 
 Divide this earthly ball. 
 
 The
 
 192 
 
 HYMN CLXV 1 . 
 
 CLXV. Common Metre. 
 
 tfhe gofpel invitation. Jfa. Iv. i, 2, 3, 
 
 I. 
 
 COME ye that thirft to living ftreams 
 Where pleafure gently rolls : 
 Come, and with flreams divinely pure 
 Refrefh your wearied fouls. 
 
 II. 
 Come, and the gofpel's bleffings fhare, 
 
 Ye that with hunger pine : 
 Here flow the flreams, than milk more fweet, 
 More rich than generous wine. 
 
 III. 
 Why mould you lavifh out your ftores 
 
 For that which is not bread? 
 Why toil unfatisfy'd, and ftill 
 The painful circle tread? 
 
 IV. 
 Hearken to me, faith grace divine, 
 
 My choiceft dainties eat : 
 Come let your fouls now take their fill 
 Of my celeftial meat. 
 V. 
 Hear, and obey my gracious laws, 
 
 And ye lhall never die : 
 My covenant which mail ne'er be broke 
 Shall all your wants fupply. 
 
 This covenant David's royal fon 
 Has feal'd with his own blood: 
 
 Pardon and peace flow fweetly down 
 T enrich the facred flood. 
 
 Redemption
 
 HYMN CLXVI. 193 
 
 CLXVI. Common Metre. 
 
 Redemption by the precious blood of Cbrift. 
 
 i Pet. i. 1 8, 19. 
 
 I. 
 
 REdemption ! O bleft news for man ! 
 Where mail the price be found ? 
 Search the wide world from eaft to weft, 
 Above, beneath the ground. 
 
 II. 
 
 Say, if the mines of rich Peru 
 Conceal it from your eyes, 
 You'll fearch earth's inmoft bowels through 
 'Till you obtain the prize? 
 
 III. 
 Yes, you may fearch, but fearch in vain, 
 
 'Tis not, O earth, in thee : 
 A world, and thoufand worlds paid down 
 Can't fet one captive free. 
 
 IV. 
 Not gold, nor filver e'er released 
 
 A foul in fetters bound : 
 New chains of guilt, alafs ! they forge, 
 And darts that inward wound. 
 
 V. 
 The blood of Chrift, that fpotlefs lamb ! 
 
 Our wounds alone could cure': 
 His precious blood alone redeem, 
 And make our pardon fure. 
 
 1 VI. 
 Redeem'd, my Saviour, by thy blood, 
 
 From fins, worft chains, fet free *, 
 Not to myfelf I now muft live, 
 But live, my Lord, to thee. 
 
 B b Invitation
 
 i 9 4 H Y M N CLXV1I. 
 
 CLXVII. Common Metre. 
 Invitation to the fountain of life. Rev. xxii. 1 7.. 
 
 I. 
 
 COME, ye that thirft, to living fprings, 
 Whofe waters ne'er decay: 
 Ye drooping, fainting fouls, come now, 
 For why mould ye delay ? 
 
 With broken cifterns, void of good, 
 
 No more yourfelves deceive : 
 i No firings* for healing virtues fam'dj 
 Can dying fouls relieve. 
 
 III. 
 See where th* immortal ftreams of truth 
 
 In rich abundance flow : 
 Drink, and be wife, come drink again, 
 That wifer you may grow. 
 
 Not all the cordials nature boafts 
 
 Such vigour can impart: 
 Thefe ftreams make even weaknefs ftrong, 
 
 And glad the mourner's heart. 
 
 V. 
 Hark ! 'tis the Spirit bids you come, 
 
 The bride too joins his voice: 
 Let him that hears return the found, 
 
 And make the happy choice. 
 
 VI. 
 Let every fon of Adam come, 
 
 For all is freely given : 
 Whoever will may drink and live, 
 
 Such is the grace of heaven. 
 
 rt*
 
 HYMN CLXVIII. 195 
 
 CLXVIII. Long Metre. 
 
 The promife of God's holy /pint-, or an earthly 
 
 and heavenly parent compared. Luke xi. 13. 
 
 I. 
 
 BEHOLD how parents bowels move, 
 And filent fpeak their tender love-, 
 The child obferves the father's eye, 
 And finds a quick and rich fupply. 
 
 What wretch fo harden'd e'er was known 
 For bread to give the flinty ftone ? 
 Serpents for fifh, whoever gave 
 To hungry children when they crave? 
 
 III. 
 
 Shall nature prompt the tender part, 
 And (hew the father's inmofb heart? 
 And fhall not God his children mind, 
 A heavenly father be more kind? 
 
 IV. 
 
 Great as his power, fo great his love, 
 Our pr.aife, our higheft thoughts above: 
 Love is his name, his nature too, 
 What will not love almighty do ? 
 
 This fource, from whence all blefllngs flow, 
 Sends down his ftreams to all below : 
 He that fo freely gave his fon, 
 Hisfpirit will refufe to none. 
 
 VI. 
 
 Light, life, and ftrength God will impart 
 To all who feek with humble heart : 
 The humble foul mail ne'er complain 
 He afk'd, and fought, and knock'd in vain. 
 B b 2 Dffiring
 
 i 9 6 HYMN CLXIX. 
 
 CLXIX. Common Metre. 
 
 Defiring internal purity. Pf. li. 10. xix. 12. 
 
 I. 
 
 SEARCHER of hearts ! thy piercing eye 
 Pervades the fhades of night : 
 Whate'er I fay, or do or think, 
 Lies open to thy fight. 
 
 Should an unworthy thought of thee 
 
 Arife within my bread , 
 Ere I the vile intruder mark 
 
 To thee 'tis manifeft. 
 III. 
 Should I ne'er do my neighbour wrong 
 
 But dare to wilh him ill ; 
 Th' injurious thought thou wilt refent, 
 
 And hold me guilty ftill. 
 
 IV. 
 Should no foul words, or deeds unclean, 
 
 My reputation fpoil , 
 Yet would a wanton wifli indulg'd 
 
 My foolifh heart defile. 
 
 V. 
 Teach me, O Lord, myfelf to know, 
 
 Shew me each fecret fin , 
 From all vain thoughts fecure my foul, 
 
 And make me pure within. 
 
 VI. 
 No more may wand'ring thoughts pollute, 
 
 Thy day of facred reft : 
 Nor in my clofet let them find 
 
 A place within my breaft. 
 
 With
 
 H Y M N CLXX. 197 
 VII. 
 
 \Yith thoughts of thee, and things divine, 
 
 Pofiefs my heart each day : 
 Faft bind my thoughts with cords of love, 
 
 Nor let them dare to ftray. 
 
 CLXX. Common Metre. 
 
 'The chriftian race, i Cor. ix. 24. 
 
 I. 
 
 NOT for a fading crown we ftrive, 
 Which antient champions wore ; 
 Heavenly our race, and fuch the crown, 
 To which our fpirits foar. 
 
 II. 
 The world, -trib Mem muft be deny'd, 
 
 And Satan's wiles oppos'd : 
 'Tis vain to think the conflict o'er 
 'Till life itielf is clos'd. 
 
 III. 
 Roufe, ftupid man, ftretch every nerve, 
 
 And run th } appointed race : 
 Each foe oppofe, caft off the weight, 
 That molt retards thy pace. 
 
 IV. 
 With prying eye thy foul furvey, 
 
 It's fecret mazes fcan : 
 Study thy faults, thy: weaknefs toa, 
 Beft knowledge this for man. 
 
 V. 
 Prefume not on thy little ftrength, 
 
 Sufpect thy weaker part : 
 The jealous watch, when danger's near, 
 Will beft fecure the heart. 
 
 The
 
 198 HYMN CLXXI, 
 VI. 
 
 The chriftian hero nobly checks 
 
 The rifmg thought of fm : 
 The fire he quenches in the fpark, 
 
 Nor lets the flame begin; 
 
 VII. 
 He makes the facred word his rule. 
 
 And follows Chrift his light : 
 He brings down heavenly help by prayer, 
 
 And keeps the prize in fight. 
 
 VIII. 
 Awake my foul, exert thy ftrength, 
 
 To run this race divine : 
 Hold on thy courfe, and then the prize, 
 
 The mighty prize is thine. 
 
 CLXXI. Common Metre. 
 The cbriftian life a pilgrimage, Heb.xi. 13. 
 
 I. 
 
 PILGRIMS and ftrangers on the earth, 
 The faints have ever been : 
 J-Iappy thofe holy men who liv'd 
 By faith of things unfeen: 
 
 Our journey through the defart lies, 
 
 With thorns, with fnares befet : 
 Vain 'tis to think ourfelves fecure 
 
 'Till we to Canaan get. 
 
 III. 
 What dang'rous foes are flefhly lufts ? 
 
 How furioufly they fight ? 
 Deprefs the nobler mind to duft, 
 
 To chains and endlefs night. 
 
 Roufc
 
 HYMN CLXXII. 139 
 IV. 
 
 Ronfe up my foul, good courage take, 
 
 And thou fhalt tread them down : 
 Grace will the happy conqueft give, 
 
 And grace beftow the crown. 
 
 V. 
 Whoe'er would boaft a pilgrim's name 
 
 Muft act the pilgrim's part ; 
 In heaven his treafure mufl be laid, 
 
 And there muft be his heart. 
 
 VI. 
 O for a ftrong and lively faith, 
 
 In endlefs joys to come ; 
 Then would I joyful leave the world, 
 
 To go to heaven my home ! 
 
 CLXXII. Common Metre. 
 
 ^be children of this world wifer in their gene- 
 ration than the children of light. L,uke 
 xvi. 8. 
 
 I. 
 
 STRANGE ! that the children of this world, 
 Who heaven's high favours flight, 
 Should be more wife in their concerns 
 Than children of the light. 
 
 II. 
 Blum, O ye fons of light, that you 
 
 Should be fo far outdone 
 By thofe poor groveling fouls that feek 
 Their blifs beneath the fun. 
 
 III. 
 Mark how they keep their end in view, 
 
 How well they lay their plan ; 
 They watch each feafon, toil and fweat, 
 And put forth all the man. Shall
 
 200 HYMN CLXXIII. 
 IV. 
 
 Shall fenfe and paflion move fo ftrong 
 
 To thefe inferior things ; 
 And faith defign'd to foar above 
 
 So feebly ftretch her wings r 
 
 Lord, raife my foul to things unfeen, 
 
 The joys at thy right hand : 
 Let faith o'er fenfe the conqueft make, 
 
 And all my foul command. 
 
 VI. 
 Then mall the world with her falfe charms, 
 
 No more delude my eyes : 
 But wing'd with zeal I'll foar aloft 
 
 To gain the heavenly prize. 
 
 CLXXIII. Long Metre. 
 
 ^he true and falfe chriftian. Rom. viii. 9. 
 
 I. 
 
 BOAST not ye nobles of the earth 
 The honours of your higher birth ; 
 The titles ye fo fondly claim 
 Are fleeting breath, an empty name. 
 
 I chufe my Saviour's name to bear, 
 Chriftian a name divinely fair ! 
 Can I but in this title mine, 
 'Tis more than if the world was mine. 
 
 III. 
 
 Why fhould I want the pomp of ftate ? 
 If I'm the Chriftian, I am great : 
 Jefus, my mafter, will me own, 
 And raife me to his heavenly throne. 
 
 But
 
 HYMN CLXXIV, 201 
 IV. 
 
 But fliould I only have the name, 
 Such empty friends he will difclaim : 
 Saviour and Lord, in vain I cry, 
 Whilft in my life I him deny. 
 
 V. 
 
 His facred image I mud bear, 
 If in his blifs I wifh to mare : 
 Faith, hope, and zeal, will all be vain, 
 If Chrift within me doth not reiorn. 
 
 VI. 
 
 Love, who pretends, yet difobeys, 
 His matter with a kifs betrays : 
 Pretended friends, (laves to the flelh, 
 Make e'en his wounds to bleed afrefh. 
 
 CLXXIV. Common Metre. 
 A living and a dead faith. 
 
 I. 
 
 NOT names, nor forms, nor modes of 
 faith, 
 
 Can make the faint indeed : 
 
 Impure the life, 'tis vain to boaft 
 
 The foundnefs of our creed. 
 
 II. 
 
 Tho* gifts prophetick we polTeft, 
 And mighty works could do ; 
 Yet mould our flefhly lufts prevail, 
 'Tis all but empty fhew. 
 
 III. 
 When at the great decifive day, 
 
 The judge afcends his throne; 
 Such 'worthlefs pleas he will reject, 
 Such friends will he difown. 
 
 Cc Thfe
 
 202 HYMN CLXXV. 
 IV. 
 
 The faith that triumphs at the laft, 
 
 Is no cold lifelefs thing -, 
 To an immortal prize me foars, 
 
 And fpreads her active wing. 
 
 Truth, peace, and love, and righteoufnefs, 
 
 Her charming offspring are; 
 Cleanfmg from lufts impure, me forms 
 
 The foul divinely fair. 
 VI. 
 Whate'er the world calls good or great, 
 
 Faith nobly can defpife : 
 On earth no folid blifs me finds, 
 
 In heaven her treafure lies. 
 
 CLXXV. Common Metre. 
 God no refpecler of perfons. Job. xxxiv. 19. 
 
 I. 
 
 DEcEiv'D by empty (hews of blifs, 
 We blefs the rich and great ; 
 Fallacious rule ! that meafures men, 
 By title or eftate. 
 
 II. 
 With eye impartial heaven's high king, 
 
 Surveys each human tribe : 
 No earthly pomp his eyes can charm, 
 Nor wealth his favour bribe. 
 
 III. 
 
 The rich and poor of equal clay, 
 His powerful hand did frame : 
 All fouls are his, and him alike 
 Their common parent claim. 
 
 Riches
 
 
 HYMN CLXXVI. 203 
 IV. 
 
 Riches and honours come from him, 
 
 The fceptre and the crown : 
 He lifts a mepherd to a throne, 
 
 And thrufls a tyrant down. 
 
 V. 
 Not all the wealth the Indies boaft, 
 
 From pain and death can fave : 
 Beggars and nobles, (laves and kings 
 
 Lie equal in the grave. 
 
 VI. 
 The righteous poor God ne'er forgets, 
 
 He hears them when they cry : 
 His eye mall guard, his gracious hand 
 
 Their wants mall well fupply. 
 
 VII. 
 Ye fons of men of high degree, 
 
 Your great fuperior own : 
 Praife him for all his gifts, and pay 
 
 Your homage at his throne. 
 
 VIII. 
 Truft in the Lord, ye humble poor, 
 
 And banifh every fear : 
 The God you ferve will ne'er forfake 
 
 The man of heart fmcere. 
 
 CLXXVI. Long Metre. 
 
 God's condefcention ; or the living temple. Ifa. 
 
 Ivii. 15. 
 
 I. 
 
 THUS faith the high and holy one, 
 I fit upon my lofty throne ; 
 Invifible to mortal eye, 
 I dwell in mine eternity. 
 
 C c 2 Yet
 
 204 H Y M N CLXXVII. 
 
 II. 
 
 Yet heaven my prefence fhall not bound, 
 On earth my dwelling fhall be found : 
 The humble heart, and the contrite 
 Is the abode of my delight. 
 
 III. 
 
 I bid the trembling mourner live, 
 To him my nobleft joys I'll give : 
 My prefence never mail depart 
 From men of pure and humble heart. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Prepare my heart moft gracious God, 
 And there take up thy bleft abode : 
 Form'd by thy own almighty hand, 
 I fhall a living temple ftand. 
 
 With holy zeal would I remove, 
 Whatever thou canft not approve : 
 A temple from pollution free, 
 Will pleafe a God of purity. 
 
 CLXXVII. Long Metre. 
 True honour, i Sam. ii. 30, 
 
 I. 
 
 HONOUR from blood let mortals claim, 
 Defcent is but an empty name : 
 Mean is the man of higheft birth, 
 Who has himfelf no real worth. 
 
 II. 
 
 'Tis virtue only can confer 
 Thofe honours which fubftantial are: 
 Virtue, who never fcorns to dwell 
 In cottage low, or meaner cell. 
 
 The
 
 HYMN CLXXVIII. 205 
 
 III. 
 
 The humble foul how great is he ? 
 Nobler than kings, his pedigree : 
 Not born of flefh, nor mortal blood, 
 An heir with Chrift, a child of God. 
 
 IV. 
 
 He is the great, the truly brave, 
 To no imperious luft a flave : 
 Who can with niceft art controul 
 The inward movements of his foul. 
 
 V. 
 
 A nobler empire he has far 
 Than hero ever gain'd by war : 
 He needs no empty breath of fame 
 To found to future times his name. 
 
 VI. 
 
 What though his name's unknown to men," 
 *Tis wrote by an immortal pen ; 
 In the fair book of life it mines, 
 Nor time, nor death, {hall raze thofe lines. 
 
 CLXXVIII. Short Metre. 
 
 The fainfs privileges^ honour and duty ; or 
 adopting grace, i John, iii. i. 4. 
 
 I. 
 
 WHAT wond'rous love is this ? 
 Ye faints the grace admire -, 
 Your father God calls you his fons, 
 What more can you defire ? 
 
 II. 
 Each faint an heir of God, 
 
 With Chrift a fellow-heir : 
 
 Not human, or angelick fongs 
 
 Can all the grace declare. 
 
 High
 
 206 HYMN CLXXIX. 
 III. 
 
 High as the priv'lcge is 
 
 It doth not yet appear 
 What glorious forms the fons of GocJ, 
 
 Another day fliall wear. v 
 
 IV. 
 Dreft in the robes of light, 
 
 Like funs the faints mall fhine : 
 Compleat in glory they fhall fee 
 
 Their Saviour all-divine. 
 
 V. 
 Yes, they lhall fee their king, 
 
 In all his dazling light : 
 Shall fee and find themfelves transform'd 
 
 By this mod glorious fight. 
 
 Ye followers of the lamb, 
 
 This blefied hope fecure : 
 Go on to purify within 
 
 As Chrift your head is pure. 
 
 VII. 
 When Chrift your life appears 
 
 In all his glittering rays, 
 With him in glory ye fhall mine, : 
 And ever fing his praife. 
 
 CLXXIX. Common Metre. 
 
 tfbefmcere Cbriftian checking Ms fears. Pfal. 
 
 xlii. ii. 
 
 i. 
 
 WHENCE, O my foul, thy gloomy fears, 
 And why the inward fmart ? 
 Can no phyfician then be found 
 To heal a wounded heart ? 
 
 'Tis
 
 HYMN CLXXX. 207 
 
 II. 
 
 5 Tis guilt, alafs ! Vis guilt I feel ! 
 
 But why fhould I defpair? 
 A contrite foul mall pardon find, 
 
 For mercy cries forbear. 
 
 III. 
 The blood of Chrift, O fov'reign balm ! 
 
 Shall heal the wound within: 
 His grace fhall help me whilft I ftrive 
 
 To conquer every fin. 
 IV. 
 Why mould the ills of human life 
 
 O'erwhelm with grief my foul ? 
 Hope thou in God, his power and grace 
 
 Shall all thy fears controul. 
 
 V. 
 Whilft love and wifdom guide his hand, 
 
 Why mould I dread the rod ? 
 Bleft ftroke ! that turns my wandering feet, 
 
 And brings them back to God. 
 
 VI. 
 Let friends forfake, and foes infult, 
 
 Letflem and heart both fail; 
 God is my ftrength, and refuge ftill, 
 
 Then why mould fears prevail ? 
 
 CLXXX. Common Metre. 
 
 ^he fame encouraged to truft in God. Ifa. xL 
 27, 28, &c. 
 
 I. 
 
 YE pious fouls, o'erwhelm'd with woes, 
 Why mould you ceafelefs grieve ? 
 Why fay your God has quite forgot, 
 
 Or fear he can't relieve ? Have
 
 aoS HYMN CLXXX. 
 II. 
 
 Have you not heard th' Eternal God, 
 
 Who rules the world he made, 
 
 Supports untir'd this mighty frame, 
 
 Nor feels his ftrength decay'd ? 
 
 III. 
 What \vifdom can his fchemes defeat ? 
 
 Who mail his thoughts explore ? 
 Not Angels can the wifdom grafp 
 Their loftieft fongs adore. 
 
 IV. 
 His mighty arm fupports the weak, 
 
 He chears the fainting foul : 
 His words the broken heart revive, 
 And make the bruifed whole. 
 
 V. 
 How weak the powers that nature boafts ? 
 
 Her blooming ftrength how fmall? 
 Her youths in fulleft vigour faint, 
 Her ftrong ones bow and fall. 
 
 VI. 
 But thofe whofe humble hope relies 
 
 On God's almighty power 
 Shall from his bounty find relief 
 In the diftrefling hour. 
 VII. 
 Onward they go with growing ftrength, 
 
 Like eagles foar on high ; 
 They run, but mall not tire or faint, 
 For God, their God is nigh. 
 
 Strengthened
 
 HYMN CLXXXI. 209 
 CLXXXI. Common Metre. 
 
 Strengthened by the grace that is in Chrift J'efus. 
 2 Cor. xii. 9. 
 
 I. 
 
 KIND are the words that Jefus fpeaks 
 To chear the drooping faint; 
 " My grace fufficient is for you, 
 
 " Though nature's powers may faint. 
 
 " My grace it's glories mall difplay, 
 
 " And make your griefs remove < 
 " Your weaknefs mall the triumphs tell 
 
 " Of boundlcfs power and love." 
 
 III. 
 When mighty floods of trouble join 
 
 To make a fea of grief; 
 Plead, O ye faints, his powerful name, 
 
 And prayer mall bring relief. 
 
 Let God but fpeak, the raging winds 
 
 And waves are hufh'd to peace : 
 Speak, Lord, and at thy powerful word 
 
 The ftorm within mail ceafe. 
 
 V. 
 What tho' my griefs are not remov'd, 
 
 Yet why mould I defpair ? 
 Whilft my kind Saviour's arms fupport 
 
 1 can the burden bear. 
 VI. 
 Jefus, my Saviour, and my Lord, 
 
 'Tis good to truft thy name: 
 Thy pow'r, thy faithfulnefs and love 
 
 Will ever be the fame. 
 
 Dd Weak
 
 2io H Y M N CLXXXII. 
 VII. 
 
 Weak as I am, yet through thy grace 
 
 I can all things perform ; 
 And fmiling triumph in thy name, 
 
 Amidft the raging ftorm. 
 
 CLXXXII. Common Metre. 
 Doing all in the name of Chrift. Col. iii. 17. 
 
 CONSTRAIN'D, ye faints, by facred love, 
 To Chriil your homage pay : 
 How can he love who dares oppofe 
 The Saviour's gentle fway ? 
 
 II. 
 What has not Jefus done for us ? 
 
 How free his bleflings flow ? 
 To him ten thoufand thanks, to him 
 Our lives, our fouls we owe. 
 
 III. 
 Jefus, in thy bleft name we'll pray; 
 
 In this our tongues fhall plead: 
 What favours can't thy name obtain 
 In times of greateft need ? 
 
 IV. 
 Thy name mall make the coward brave, 
 
 The weak fhall wonders do: 
 The trembling faint by thee upheld 
 Shall fight and conquer too. 
 
 To thee are our beft paffions due, 
 
 With all their pureft flame : 
 Our words and deeds mult all confpirc 
 
 To glorify thy name. 
 
 Sa
 
 HYMN CLXXXIII. 211 
 
 VI. 
 
 So mall our common father hear 
 The prayers our hearts indite : 
 And every fong of praife mail rife 
 As incenfe in his fight. 
 
 CLXXXIII. Common Metre. 
 
 Not afhanfd of Chrijt. Mark viii. 3 8 . Luke 
 ix. 26. 
 
 I. 
 
 ASHAM'D of Chrift ! my fouldifdains 
 The mean ungen'rous thought : 
 Shall I difown that friend whofe blood 
 For man falvation bought ? 
 
 II. 
 With the glad news of love and peace 
 
 From heav'n to earth he came : 
 For us endur'd the painful crofs, 
 For us defpis'd the mame. 
 
 III. 
 At his command we muft take up 
 
 Our crofs without delay : 
 Our lives, and thoufand lives of our's 
 His love can ne'er repay. 
 
 IV. 
 The faithful fuff'rer Jefus views 
 
 With infinite delight : 
 Their lives to him are dear, their deaths 
 Are precious in his fight. 
 
 To bear his name, his crofs to bear, 
 
 Our higheft honour is : 
 Who bravely fuffers now for him 
 
 Shall reign with him in blifs* 
 
 Dd 2 But
 
 212 H Y M N CLXXXIV. 
 VI. 
 
 But fhould we in the evil day 
 
 From our profefiion fly, 
 Jefus the judge, before the world, 
 
 The traitor will deny. 
 
 CLXXXIV. Short Metre. 
 
 Walking in Chrift as "joe have received him. 
 
 Col. ii. 6. 
 
 I. 
 
 COME, ye that have receiv'a 
 The Saviour, and the Lord ; 
 Come tread the fteps mark'd out for you 
 In his moft holy word. 
 
 II. 
 Behold the Spirit mews 
 
 The fafe and happy way : 
 Led by your wife unerring guide 
 Your foot-fteps mall not ftray. 
 
 III. 
 Admit this gueft within, 
 
 There fan his holy fire ; 
 Quench not his flame, for he'll refent, 
 And griev'd may foon retire. 
 
 The ferpent and the dove, 
 
 In fweetelt friendfhip join : 
 Thus mail your virtue be fecur'd, 
 
 And your profeffion mine. 
 
 In the foft paths of love 
 
 The Saviour's foot-fteps trace: 
 
 Amazing love! that bore a crofs 
 To fave our ruin'd race. 
 
 The
 
 HYMN CLXXXV. 213 
 VI. 
 
 The lamb of God purfue 
 
 Where'er he leads the way : 
 Like him to heaven's high will refign, 
 
 Like him your God obey. 
 
 VII. 
 How bleft is fuch a life ? 
 
 A life divinely new: 
 Pleafure mail fweeten every toil, 
 
 And endkfs joys enfue. 
 
 CLXXXV. Common Metre. 
 Religious chearfulnefs. Prov. iii. 1 7. 
 
 I. 
 
 LET fuperftition's gloomy fons 
 Religion's form deface; 
 In her fweet looks the fons of truth 
 Behold each heavenly grace. 
 
 II. 
 Not in a fable veil fhe's clad, 
 
 But light's her brilliant robe: 
 Her's 'tis to fcatter peace and joy 
 Throughout this earthly globe. 
 
 My pious fons, fhe fweetly cries, 
 
 Let all your hearts be glad : 
 Dry up your tears, and fmile with me, 
 
 For why mould faints be fad ? 
 
 IV. 
 The forrows which my rules prefcribe 
 
 Are but to heal the mind : 
 Godly my forrow, bleft it's pain, 
 
 For all is peace behind. 
 
 Be
 
 214 H Y M N CLXXXVI. 
 V. 
 
 Be of good chear, the blood of Chrift 
 
 Has your free pardon feal'd : 
 God is your father, and your friend, 
 
 Your refuge and your fhield. 
 
 VI. 
 Let troubles rife, or death aflail, 
 
 You have the beft relief: 
 God will fupport when nature fails, 
 
 And heaven cure every grief. 
 
 VII. 
 Joyous proceed, and thus commend 
 
 My fafe and pleafant ways : 
 Your heaven begun on earth mall fit 
 
 For endlefs joy and praife. 
 
 CLXXXVI. Common Metre. 
 
 fbefure anchor; or hope entering within the 
 
 veil. Heb. vi. 19. 
 
 I. 
 
 JESUS is gone within the veil 
 With his moil precious blood : 
 All power in heaven he claims, and he 
 Will make each promife good. 
 
 II. 
 Behold at God's right-hand he fits, 
 
 (For faith can fee him there) 
 
 High as his honours are he makes 
 
 The humbleft faint his care. 
 
 III. 
 Ye holy fouls, what mould forbid 
 
 Your hopes to enter too: 
 The bleft fore-runner will prepare 
 A place of reft for you. 
 
 Let
 
 HYMN CLXXXVII. 215 
 IV. 
 
 Let threat'ning clouds o'ercaft the Ikies, 
 
 And turn your day to night : 
 Why mould ye fear whilft faith darts down 
 
 A ray of heavenly light. 
 
 Tho' toft upon a troubled fea 
 
 You have an anchor fure : 
 Hope firmly fix'd within the veil 
 
 Shall well the foul fecure. 
 
 VI. 
 Truft your great pilot's matchlefs fkill, 
 
 His orders well perform-, 
 He will preferve, and you fhall foon 
 
 Ride out the dang'rous florm. 
 
 VII. 
 Tempefts and ftorms can only rage 
 
 Beneath thefe lower fkies; 
 All peaceful is within the veil, 
 
 And there your treafure lies. 
 
 CLXXXVII. Common Metre. 
 Tbc ftcdfaft Cbriftian's fecurity. Rom. viii. 35.' 
 
 I. 
 
 HE lives, the great Redeemer lives. 
 Ye faints his name adore; 
 For you he died, for you he rofe 
 And lives for ever more. 
 
 II. 
 Who from the love of God mail force 
 
 The men of upright heart ? 
 Who from their Saviour's kind embrace 
 His faithful friends (hall part ? 
 
 Shall
 
 2i 6 H Y M N CLXXXVIII; 
 III. 
 
 Shall tribulation, or diftrefs, 
 
 Or perfecution's rod ? 
 Shall perils, famine, or the fword 
 
 Divide the faint from God? 
 
 IV. 
 No in all thefe th' heroick faint 
 
 Shall more than conqueror prove : 
 Immortal triumphs he mall fing, 
 
 Gain'd through his Saviour's love. 
 
 V. 
 Let earth, let all the powers of heli 
 
 In ftrongeft league combine: 
 Who can the righteous hurt, fecur'd 
 
 By love, by power divine ? 
 
 VI. 
 Nor height, nor depth, nor life, nor death,. 
 
 Nor any foe befide ; 
 Shall from the love of God in Chrift 
 
 The ftedfaft faint divide. 
 
 CLXXXVIII. Common Metre. 
 
 fbe chriftian warrior animated and crowned* 
 Eph. vi. 13. 19. 
 
 I. 
 
 BEHOLD the chriftian warrior march 
 Againft his mighty foes ; 
 By his great captain led he fights, 
 And conquers as he goes. 
 
 But firft he puts his armour on, 
 
 By heaven all-gracious fent -, 
 Armour, which makes a feeble worm 
 
 Almoft omnipotent. 
 
 With
 
 HYMN CLXXXVIII. 217 
 III. 
 
 With truth unfeign'd, unfpotted pure 
 
 He ever girds his loins ; 
 No girdle deck'd with gems and gold 
 
 With inch a luftre mines. 
 
 IV. 
 His heart with righteoufnefs he guards. 
 
 What breaft- plate like to this ? 
 A helmet too his head defends, 
 
 The hope of heavenly blifs. 
 
 V. 
 Like the fam'd fons of might he girds 
 
 His fword upon his thigh ; 
 Sword of the fpirit, word divine, 
 
 .What force can this defy ? 
 
 VI. 
 In vain the prince of darknefs ftrives 
 
 To give a mortal wound , 
 Quench'd by the fhield of faith his darts 
 
 Fall harmlefs to the ground. 
 
 VII. 
 Gird on my foul thy armour too, 
 
 And for the fight prepare : 
 Succours from heaven mall fwift defcend, 
 
 Call'd down by fervent prayer. 
 
 VIII. 
 Stand fail in every evil day, 
 
 Stand, and your foes defy : 
 Victorious faith fhall gain the field, 
 
 And all your foes mail fly. 
 
 IX. 
 Fear not, your leader has fnbdued 
 
 The powers of death and hell. 
 Dying, he conquer'd all his foes, 
 
 And triumph'd when he fell. 
 
 E e See
 
 2i8 H Y M N CLXXXIX. 
 X. 
 
 See where he holds th' immortal palm, 
 Whofe leaves mail ne'er decay ; 
 
 Fight on, and this mail grace thy brow, 
 And all thy toils repay. 
 
 CLXXXIX. Common Metre. 
 
 The beft legacy , or -peace to be found In Chrift. 
 
 John xiv. 27. 
 
 I. 
 
 PEACE 'tis a word of heavenly found, 
 A legacy divine : 
 
 This blefling Jefus left his friends, 
 And bids me make it mine. 
 
 II. 
 With dreams of peace, alas ! how oft 
 
 The world hath footh'd my heart ? 
 Falfe flattering world, 'tis not in thee 
 Such treafure to impart. 
 
 III. 
 That peace which heals all inward wounds, 
 
 My faviour muft beftow : 
 This peace mail all my griefs remove, 
 And make my joys o'erflow. 
 
 Bleft Jefus ! may this peace of thine 
 
 My foul for ever fway ; 
 Then all that earth, and hell can do 
 
 Shall little me difmay. 
 V. 
 Thee would I follow day by day, 
 
 My guide, my conquering king ; 
 Share in thy victories o'er the world, 
 
 And all thy triumphs fmg. 
 
 Rooted
 
 HYMN CXC. 219 
 
 VI. 
 
 Rooted in thee by faith and love, 
 
 My foul to heaven (hall rile , 
 And fmile to fee the ftorms that rage 
 
 Beneath thefe lower ikies. 
 
 vn. 
 
 So firmly rix'd on their own bafe, 
 
 The mighty rocks remain , 
 In vain the noify billows dam, 
 
 And fpend their rage in vain. 
 
 CXG. Common Metre. 
 
 The example of the faints. Heb. vi. 12. 
 
 I. 
 
 RISE, O my foul, purfue the path 
 By antient heroes trod ; 
 Ambitious view thcfe holy men 
 Who liv'd and walk'd with God. 
 
 II. 
 Tho' dead they fpeak in reafon's ear, 
 
 And in example live : 
 Their faith and hope, and mighty deeds 
 Still frelh inftruclion give. 
 
 III. 
 Say, by whofe ftrength their feeble flefli, 
 
 Such various toils fuftain'd ; 
 Say, by what means thefe heirs of grace, 
 Immortal triumphs gain'd. 
 
 IV. 
 'Twas thro* the lamb's mofl precious blood, 
 
 They conquer'd every foe ; 
 And to his power and matchlefs grace 
 Their crowns and honours owe. 
 
 E e 2 Warm'd
 
 220 HYMN CXCI. 
 V. 
 
 Warm'd by the love that fir'd their breads 
 
 We fhall be heroes too : 
 Infpir'd by equal faith and zeal, 
 
 What wonders fhall we do T 
 
 VI. 
 The world and flefti fhall be deny'd, 
 
 Nor fhall we dread the crofs , 
 Pleas'd that our future gains increafe, 
 
 By every prefent lofs. 
 VII. 
 Lord, may I ever keep in view 
 
 The patterns thou haft given ; 
 And ne'er forfake the bleiled path, 
 
 Which led them fafe to heaven. 
 
 CXCI. Long Metre. 
 
 The memory of the j lift is blejfed -, cr the exploits 
 of faith. Heb. xi. 33, 34. 
 
 I. 
 
 BLEST is the mem'ry of thejuft, 
 And fweet their (lumbers in the duft, 
 Tho' loft, long loft to mortal eye 
 Their fame fubftantial ne'er mall die* 
 
 II. 
 
 In life's fair book the patriarch's live, 
 Prophets and faints inftruction give : 
 Tho' dead, they fpeak the truth divine. 
 And in example brightly mine. 
 
 III. 
 
 Tell the exploits their faith has done, 
 The fufFerings borne, the victories won ; 
 The promifes by faith obtain'd, 
 And kingdoms to its empire gain'd. 
 
 'Twas
 
 HYMN CXCII. 221 
 
 IV. 
 
 'Twas faith fart clos'd the lion's jaw, 
 And harmlefs made his dreadful paw ; 
 Quench'd fierceft flames, efcap'd the iword, 
 And to new life the dead reilor'd. 
 
 V. 
 
 My foul, thefe antient worthies view, 
 Their faith, their love, their zeal purfue : 
 Warm'd by each word, and glorious deed, 
 In the fame hie/Ted road proceed. 
 
 VI. 
 
 Than concjuerors more thefe heroes were, 
 And joyous now rich triumphs {hare : 
 Afpire my foul to their renown, 
 And thou malt wear th' unfading crown. 
 
 CXCII. Common Metre. 
 Abel? s faith and facrifce. Heb. xi. 4. . 
 
 I s ! outward forms and coftly gifts 
 No true devotion l;es , 
 The holy hand alone can bring 
 A pleafing facrifice. 
 
 See the two brothers bring their gifts, 
 
 And mark their altars well ; 
 Abel in faith each victim kills, 
 
 And Abel's gifts excell. 
 
 III. 
 The envious Cain with rage beholds 
 
 * The bright approving figns ; 
 The grateful odours mount the fkies, 
 
 And Cain in vain repines. 
 
 What 
 
 * 'Tis probable fire came from heaven and confumed the 
 facrffice.
 
 222 HYMN CXCIII. 
 IV. 
 
 What tho' a cruel brother's hands, 
 
 Bleil faint ! thou could'fl not fly ; 
 Tho' fhort thy life, yet great thy fame, . 
 
 Thy faith (hall never die. 
 
 V. 
 Thy faith ftill fpeaks, attend my foul, 
 
 And hear it's charming voice ; 
 Mark out the Heps which Abel trod, 
 
 And make his God thy choice. 
 
 VI. 
 Shake off thy floth, with fpeed arife, 
 
 Purfue the unfeen good : 
 Truft to a Saviour's facririce, 
 
 More rich than Abel's blood. 
 
 CXCIII. Common Metre. 
 
 Enoch's faith and tranjlation. Heb. xi. 5, 
 
 I. 
 
 THE wond'rous power of faith divine, 
 In pious Enoch fee , 
 By a new way he gains the mores 
 Of immortality. 
 
 II. 
 
 Whilft Adam's other fons refign, 
 With pain their feeble breath, 
 He enters through the gates of blifs. 
 Nor pafles thofe of death. 
 
 III. 
 Bleft faint ! how great was thy reward, 
 
 Approv'd on earth below ; 
 To heaven receiv'd the neareft way, 
 Where feas of Joy o'erflovv. 
 
 Learn
 
 HYMN CXCIV. 223 
 
 n . 
 
 Learn, O my foul, to walk by faith 
 
 In paths which Enoch trod ; 
 His, be thy ftudy, and delight, 
 
 To pleafe to walk with God. 
 
 V. 
 Then let death feize this mortal frame, 
 
 I mall not fear its fling : 
 To know myfelf approv'd will caufe 
 
 My dying lips to fing. 
 
 CXCIV. Common Metre. 
 Noah'' s faith and obedience rewarded. Heb. xi. 7. 
 
 L 
 
 WHEN the whole earth became corrupt, 
 And violence bore fway ; 
 He muft be nobly bold whodar'd 
 His virtues to difplay. 
 
 Such Noah was, he fingly ftands 
 
 To plead the cauie of God : 
 The righteous preacher tells the world 
 
 Of an approaching flood. 
 
 III. 
 Whilft funk in lull, a fenfual world 
 
 Refufe his voice to hear j 
 In faith the preacher builds the ark, 
 
 Aw'd by an holy fear. 
 IV. 
 Warn'd by his God, with pious hafle 
 
 He gathers all his ftore : 
 At God's command he enters in, 
 
 And God makes fail the door. 
 
 Now
 
 224 HYMN CXCV. 
 V. 
 
 Now 'tis the black'ning clouds o'ercharg'd 
 
 Pour down the load they bore : 
 'Tis now the fountains of the deep 
 
 Burft forth with hideous roar. 
 
 VI. 
 In vain poor mortals climb the hills, 
 
 And mountains flill more fteep j 
 Each living tribe the fwelling waves 
 
 To fwift definition fweep. 
 
 VII. 
 But fee on mounting waves high rais'd 
 
 The ark majeftic rides : 
 The patriarch's faith fecures its charge, 
 
 And God the veflel guides. 
 
 VIII. 
 Thus in God's fight this righteous mart 
 
 Obtain'd the grace he fought , 
 And by his faith his num'rous fons 
 
 Are ftill this leflbn taught : 
 
 IX. 
 Fear God, his awful threats believe, 
 
 Repent, in time be wife , 
 Then like the patriarch you'll be fafe, 
 
 When fears the world furprize. 
 
 CXCV. Common Metre. 
 
 Abraham's Faith and obedience. Heb* xi. 8, 9, 
 17, 18, 19. 
 
 I. 
 
 BLEST is the man whofe humble faith 
 In God imfhaken ftands : 
 He loves to know his maker's will, 
 And waits for his commands. 
 
 Thus
 
 HYMN CXCV. 225 
 II. 
 
 Thus Abr'am heard the voice divine, 
 
 And haften'd to obey : 
 At once he leaves his native foil 
 
 Impatient of delay. 
 
 III. 
 The promis'd land to him unknown, 
 
 The dangers all untried , 
 Yet Abr'am fearlefs marches on 
 
 With providence his guide. 
 
 IV. 
 Let wither'd age the hope forbid, 
 
 To fee the promis'd heir ; 
 His fteady faith not once admits 
 
 The lhadow of defpair. 
 
 V. 
 Aflur'd a God of truth would ne'er 
 
 From his own word depart ; 
 His aged arms, his Ifaac clafp 
 
 Whilft joy o'erfiows his heart. 
 
 VI. 
 But muft the faint with his own hands, 
 
 His deareft Ifaac flay ? 
 'Twas but for God to fpeak the word, 
 
 And Abra'm will obey. 
 
 VII. 
 Not nature, with her tend' reft pleas, 
 
 His fteady hand reftrains i 
 Faith makes him deaf to nature's voice, 
 
 And faith the victory gains. 
 
 VIII. 
 But how mould God his promife keep, 
 
 And where the num'rous feed ? 
 What room for hope if this dear fon 
 
 Muft on the altar bleed ? 
 
 F f The
 
 226 HYMN CXCVI. 
 IX. 
 
 The mighty queflion faith refolves, 
 
 By trueft reas'nings led : 
 Let Ifaac die, he truib his God 
 
 Will raife him from the dead. 
 
 X. 
 The promife with the ftrange command, 
 
 Thus Abr'am reconcil'd : 
 The father's faith God now approves, 
 
 And fpares the lovely child, 
 
 XL 
 Lord may our faith thofe fleps purfue 
 
 Which faithful Abr'am trod ; 
 Thus fhall we be great Abr'am's fons, 
 
 And nam'd the friends of God. 
 
 CXCVI. Common Metre: 
 
 Mofes's Choice, or the triumphs of faith. Heb, 
 
 xi. 24, 25. 
 
 I. 
 
 WHEN in the clearer light of faith, 
 We look on things below ; 
 Riches and honours, crowns and courts, 
 Are all but empty mow. 
 
 This Mofes knew, and nobly fcorn'd 
 
 The glittering baits of fin : 
 Not Pharaoh's crown could gain his heart 5 
 
 For faith prevail'd within. 
 
 III. 
 O noble faith ! that treads on crowns, 
 
 And glories in a crofs : 
 That finds and boafts her highefl gains, 
 
 Where others mourn a lofs, 
 
 Be
 
 HYMN CXCVII. 227 
 IV. 
 
 Be gone, ye falfe delights, fhe cries, 
 
 Ye imile to wound more deep : 
 My peace, my hopes, my heaven, my God 
 
 I cannot fell fo cheap. 
 V. 
 Welcome the crofs my Saviour bore, 
 
 Let men condemn my choice : 
 It is enough, my God approves, 
 
 And bids my heart rejoice. 
 
 CXCVII. Common Metre. 
 
 Chrijlian moderation -, or the faint indeed. Phil, 
 iv. 5. 
 
 I. 
 
 TT APPY the man whofe cautious fteps 
 J~J_ Still keep the golden mean : 
 Whofe life, by wifdom's rules well form'd, 
 
 Declares a confcience clean. 
 
 II. 
 Not of himfelf he highly thinks, 
 
 Nor acts the boafter's part: 
 His modeft tongue the language fpeaks 
 
 Of his ftill humbler heart. 
 
 III. 
 Not in bafe fcandal's arts he deals 
 
 For truth dwells in his breaft: 
 With grief he fees his neighbour's faults, 
 
 And thinks, and hopes the beft. 
 
 What blefllngs bounteous heaven beftows 
 
 He takes with thankful heart: 
 With temp'rance he both eats and drinks, 
 
 And gives the poor a part. 
 
 Ff 2 To
 
 228 HYMN CXCVIII. 
 
 V. 
 To fe<5t or party his large foul 
 
 Difdains to be confin'd: 
 The good he loves of every name, 
 And prays for all mankind. 
 
 VI. 
 Pure is his zeal, the offspring fair 
 
 Of truth and heavenly love : 
 The bigot's rage can never dwell 
 Where refts the peaceful dove. 
 
 VII. 
 His bufinefs is to keep his heart, 
 
 Each paflion to controul ; 
 Nobly ambitious well to rule 
 The empire of his foul. 
 
 VIII. 
 Not on the world his heart is fet, 
 
 His treafure is above : 
 Nothing beneath the fov'reign good 
 Can claim his higheft love. 
 
 CXCVIII. Common Metre. 
 
 Contentment a divine fir t. Phil. iv. u, iTim. 
 
 vi. 6. 
 
 I. 
 
 CONTENTMENT 'tis that art divine 
 Which makes us rich and great: 
 Great, without pow'rs imperial fway, 
 And rich without eftate. 
 
 II. 
 Sweet balm of life, cordial refin'd, 
 
 Fair plant of heavenly foil : 
 Soft foother of our anxious cares, 
 Bleft fweet'ner of our toil. 
 
 But
 
 HYMN CXCIX. 229 
 III. 
 
 But where, O where, refides this gueft ? 
 
 With nobles, or with kings ? 
 Swift flies the heavenly form from thrones, 
 
 And crowns thofe meaner things. 
 
 IV. 
 Where truth and virtue fix their feat 
 
 In cottage mean, or cell; 
 There this kind Angel fhews his face, 
 
 And there delights to dwell. 
 
 V. 
 Content ingredient prime and fweet 
 
 In heaven's confummate blifs ! 
 'Tis thine to make a lefler heav'n 
 
 In fuch a world as this. 
 
 VI. 
 Lord, may I learn this blefied art, 
 
 And now my heaven begin : 
 Or rich, or poor I muft be bleft 
 
 Who have rny heaven within. 
 
 CXCIX. Common Metre.' 
 
 Going on unto perfeffivn ; or progrefs in religion 
 
 the Chriftiarfs duty. Heb. vi. i . 
 
 I. 
 
 AWAKE, my foul, caft off thy floth, 
 Drop each incumb'ring load : 
 Exert thy ftrength, and all thy powers 
 To rim the heavenly road. 
 
 II 
 Perfection be thy aim, to this 
 
 Thy willing foot-fleps bend; 
 To this let all thy words and thoughts, 
 And every aftion tend. 
 
 Won
 
 230 HYMN CC. 
 
 III. 
 Won by the charms of heavenly truth 
 
 In wifdom daily grow: 
 Learn more of God, his ways, his works, 
 
 And learn thyielf to know. 
 
 IV. 
 To that celeftial faith afpire 
 
 Which purifies the heart : 
 Brings future objects near our view, 
 
 And bids the world depart. 
 
 V. 
 Let love her full pofleflion take y - 
 
 Unwearied feed the flame; 
 This pureft fire ftiall cleanfe the foul, 
 
 And all it's paflions tame. 
 
 VI. 
 By every bright example led, 
 
 Purfue the heavenly way: 
 Sweet pleafure mail the road beguile, 
 
 And heaven the toil repay. 
 
 CC. Common Metre. 
 * Human life furvefd: 
 
 I. 
 
 WELL 'tis a dull and tedious round 
 Which we poor mortals tread ; 
 To eat and drink, to toil and deep, 
 To rife and go to-bed. 
 
 II. 
 To be ftill vex'd by joys delay'd, 
 
 Or by fruition cloy'd; 
 To be deceiv'd, and find the cheat, 
 And ftill to be decoy'd. 
 
 * See Morris's mjfcellanies, page 34, 
 
 To
 
 II Y M N CCI. 231 
 III. 
 
 To fweat and pant quite out of breath 
 
 Spent In the fruitlefs chace; 
 Yet iliil from day to day run on, 
 
 And ever lofe the race. 
 
 IV. 
 To tafle the meaner joys we fought, 
 
 But find no true content ; 
 And when thefe traniient joys depart 
 
 Their abfence to lament. 
 
 V. 
 Can this be life, which to enjoy 
 
 We wifh for longer breath ? 
 Shall we fuch life a biefling call, 
 
 And dread the name of death ? 
 
 VI. 
 Life, fure in wifdom's facred ftyle, 
 
 Is a diviner thing; 
 It's fource is not from earth, but flows 
 
 From a celeftial fpring. 
 VII. 
 To love and fear thy name, my God, 
 
 And do thy holy will ; 
 This life of angels and of faints 
 
 Shall my beft hopes fulfill. 
 
 CCI. Common Metre. 
 No reft on earth. Micah ii. 10. 
 
 I. 
 
 WHAT reft on earth? O empty dream! 
 Difdain my foul the found : 
 How can the fruits of Eden grow 
 "Where fin has curs'd the ground ? 
 
 Now
 
 232 HYMN CCII. 
 
 II. 
 
 Now anxious cares our breafts poffefs, 
 
 And now prefaging fears: 
 Man labours, toils, and fweats for bread, 
 
 And eats that bread in tears. 
 
 III. 
 Difeafes now, a ghaftly band, 
 
 Our feeble flefh invade ; 
 For brifk attack prepar'd, or form'd 
 
 To lurk in ambufcade. 
 
 IV. 
 Sometimes an inward wound we feel, 
 
 Th' invenom'd darts of fin ; 
 Guilt wracks the foul, no pains like thofe 
 
 That rife from wounds within. 
 
 V. 
 Mix'd are the joys of human life, 
 
 Each pleafure has it's pain , 
 Soon pafs our brighter hours away, 
 
 And grief afiails again. 
 
 VI. 
 Thus through a wat'ry cloud the fun 
 
 Shines forth with feeble ray ; 
 But foon a darker cloud conceals 
 
 Th' illuftrious Lord of Day. 
 
 CCII. Common Metre. 
 
 The conversation of Chriftians an heavenly one, 
 
 Phil. iii. 20. 
 
 I. 
 
 FOrfake, my foul, this meaner earth, 
 And rife to things above : 
 There's nought below the circling fun 
 Can claim thy higheft love. 
 
 How
 
 HYMN CCH. 233 
 
 II. 
 
 How great, ye faints, your honours are? 
 
 How rich the priv'lege given ? 
 A child of God, an heir with Chrift, 
 
 A citizen of heaven. 
 
 III. 
 What glorious objects you invite, 
 
 Unfeen by mortal eye ? 
 Faith can difcern where fenfe is blind,- 
 
 And bring thefe glories nigh. 
 
 Spread all thy wings, my foul, and mount 
 
 To Godfupremely bleft: 
 His nearer beams mall thee transform,- 
 
 And leave the God impreft. 
 
 V. 
 Behold the blefifed Jefus too, 
 
 What forms of love he wears ? 
 Hark ! for he pleads before the throne,- 
 
 And offers up our prayers. 
 
 See where the holy angels (land 
 
 Around the glittering throne : 
 Study their purer language well, 
 
 And make their fongs thine own. 
 
 VII. 
 But Lord, how weak, how frail am I ? 
 
 How languid is my love ? 
 I need thy quick'ning grace to raife 
 
 My foul to things above. 
 
 VIII. 
 By thee infpir'd my longing foul 
 
 Shall upwards take her flight; 
 There converfe with the things unfeen 
 
 'Till faith is turn'd to fight. 
 
 G g A wounded
 
 234 HYMN CCIII. 
 CCIII. Common Metre. 
 
 A wounded conference an infupportable burden, 
 Prov. xviii. 14. 
 
 I. 
 
 LET nature feel fome deeper wound, 
 And fighing tell her fmart , 
 Yet fmall her griefs compar'd to his, 
 Who feels a wounded heart. 
 
 II. 
 O who can tell how fore a plague 
 
 A wounded fpirit is? 
 Not all that mortal flefli can bear 
 Can ever equal this. 
 
 III. 
 Courage fupports the brave in woe, 
 
 Still leflening every grief: 
 And forrowing faints fly to their God, 
 And find a fure relief. 
 IV. 
 But who that feels the wounds of guilt, 
 
 Can (light th' invenom'd dart ? 
 "Who can fupport the quiv'ring fhaft 
 That rends his inmoft heart ? 
 
 V. . 
 
 The hero who in fields of war 
 Did thoufand deaths defy ; 
 By guilt afiaulted on his bed 
 Finds all his courage die. 
 
 VI. 
 *Tis guilt makes cowards of us all, 
 
 Gives death his pointed fling : 
 Than fcourge more deep it wounds the flave, 
 And wounds alike the king. 
 
 The
 
 HYMN CCIV. 235 
 VII. 
 
 The (harpeft pains frail flefli can feel, 
 
 Lord, I would rather bear: 
 Than overwhelm'd with confcious guilt 
 
 Of pard'ning grace defpair. 
 
 VIII. 
 O purge my foul from every ftain, 
 
 And heal my inward wounds : 
 Thou wilt forgive, let men repent, 
 
 For pard'ning grace abounds. 
 
 CCIV. Common Metre, 
 The pleafures of a good conference. 2 Cor. i. 12. 
 
 I. 
 
 HAPPY, thrice happy is the man ! 
 Who keeps his confcience clear : 
 Who feels no fecret flings of guilt, 
 Or fmarting lafli of fear. 
 
 II. 
 His words, fair image of his mind, 
 
 His inmoft heart exprefs : 
 Truth gives them their fubftantial weight, 
 Simplicity their drefs. 
 III. 
 He nobly fcorns the wicked arts 
 
 Of flattery and deceit : 
 No fecret bribe can tempt his heart 
 To frame a lie or cheat. 
 
 IV. 
 No laws he needs to make him juft, 
 
 Becaufe his heart is right : 
 His Saviour's golden rule he keeps 
 For ever ;n his fight. 
 
 G g ? His
 
 236 HYMN CCV ; 
 V. 
 
 His God he fets before his face, 
 
 And ferves with fear and love: 
 He feeks no empty praife of men. 
 Content if God approve. 
 
 VI. 
 Let ftorms and tempefts rage without, 
 
 He has a calm within : 
 The blood of Chrift his Lord he hopes 
 Has cleans'd away his fin. 
 
 VII. 
 Should fcandal dart her forked tongue, 
 
 And all her poifon vent , 
 Malice can't rob him of the blifs 
 To know he's innocent. 
 
 VIII. 
 May confcience, Lord, in my laft hours 
 
 Give an approving voice: 
 I'll be content to leave the world, 
 And dying will rejoice. 
 
 CCY. Common Metre, 
 Blejfcd are the poor in fpirit. Mat. v, 3. 
 
 I. 
 
 LET a gay thoughtlefs world defpife 
 The men of heart contrite ; 
 Jefus the poor in fpirit owns, 
 And views them with delight, 
 
 II. 
 His facred lips pronounce them bleft, 
 
 His arms the men embrace : 
 The image of his own meek heart, 
 His eyes with pleafure trace. 
 
 God
 
 HYMN CCVL 237 
 III. 
 
 God will regard their humble cries, 
 
 Their groans he never flights ; 
 A broken heart's the facrifke 
 
 In which his foul delights. 
 
 IV. 
 Amidft perplexing mazes where 
 
 Poor mortals go altray ; 
 His beams of heavenly light fhall guide, 
 
 And chear them in their way. 
 
 V. 
 The humble heart he will revive, 
 
 And this his temple make : 
 Here will he dwell, nor ever will 
 
 The hallow'd place forfake. 
 
 VI. 
 But who fhall tell the greater blifs, 
 
 For them referv'd in ftore ? 
 The heavenly kingdom they (hall (hare, 
 
 And reign for evermore. 
 
 CCVL Common Metre, 
 The God of peace. 
 
 I. 
 
 I HE God of peace my foul admire 
 The fweet delightful name ; 
 words which joyful angels fmg 
 Let mortal tongues proclaim. 
 
 Unafk'd he fought the rebel man, 
 
 Who fled his maker's face : 
 Pity aflwag'd his wrath, and tiwn'd 
 
 The vengeance into grace. 
 
 His
 
 23 3 HYMN CCVII. 
 
 III. 
 His only fon, the promis'd feed, 
 
 For us was freely given : 
 To earth he came, and bled and dy'd, 
 
 To make our peace with heaven. 
 
 IV. 
 Sinners accept the offer'd peace, 
 
 Repent and ye mall live : 
 He that fo freely gave his fon, 
 
 Will your full pardon give. 
 
 V 
 The contrite heart he will revive, 
 
 And calm the troubled foul : 
 One gracious word of his mall make 
 
 The wounded fpirit whole. 
 
 VI. 
 Thou God of peace ! difpel my fears, 
 
 And footh my griefs to reft: 
 Not the whole world, or thoufand worlds, 
 
 Can make me half fo bleft. 
 
 VII. 
 Let ftorms and tempefts rage without, 
 
 I mail have peace within : 
 Whilft my own heart its witnefs bears, 
 
 I hate the thought of fin. 
 
 CCVII. Common Metre. 
 
 No condemnation to them that are in Chrift Jefus 
 who walk not after the flejh, but after the 
 fpirit. Rom. viii. i, 2. 
 
 I. 
 
 LET not the humble faint defpair, 
 Who walks in pious ways ; 
 Who fhuns the courfe the flelh approves, 
 And with delight obeys. The
 
 HYMN CCVIH. 239 
 
 II. 
 
 The living principle within 
 
 Controuls each fenfual luft : 
 His nobler mind with fcorn difdains 
 
 To grovel in the duft. 
 III. 
 Juftice and truth, with love combined, 
 
 His words and actions guide : 
 A foe to every brutal luft, 
 
 To envy, wrath, and pride. 
 
 IV. 
 He guards his thoughts with watchful eye, 
 
 Aw'd by an holy fear : 
 His bufmefs and delight it is 
 
 To keep his confcience clear. 
 
 V. 
 His faith in (Thrift transforms his foul, 
 
 And purifies within : 
 The law of life has made him free 
 
 From that of death and fin. 
 
 VI. 
 No condemnation need he fear, 
 
 For God doth him approve -, 
 Who from the men of heart fmcere, 
 
 His love will ne'er remove. 
 
 CCVIII. Long Metre. 
 *The bappinefs of the far dorfd foul. Pf. xxxii. *.' 
 
 I. 
 
 PARDON, O fweet reviving word ! 
 What found can greater joys afford ? 
 Ye contrite fouls your tears forbear, 
 For know that mercy loves to fpare. 
 
 Why
 
 240 HYMN CCIX. 
 II. 
 
 Why fhould your hearts give way to fear, 
 When Jefus cries be of good chear ? 
 My blood (hall purge your guilt away, 
 My pard'ning grace it's power difplay. 
 
 Think, O my foul, how bleft is he, 
 Whom God forgives, and Chrift makes free : 
 Whofe pleafing hope of pardon'd fin, 
 Creates a heavenly calm within. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Let mighty hofts the faint furround, 
 Stedfaft in faith he keeps his ground : 
 Hell's utmoft rage he may deride, 
 Who has th' Almighty on his fide. 
 
 V. 
 
 Let fpiteful foes his faults enlarge, 
 And former crimes lay to his charge ; 
 It is enough, if God acquits, 
 And all his former fins forgets. 
 
 VI. 
 
 Who mail condemn the pious race ? 
 Safely they truft the Saviour's grace : 
 His death, his life mail well fecure 
 The men whofe hearts and lives are pure. 
 
 CCIX. Long Metre. 
 
 tfbe excellency of Charity, i Cor. xiii, 
 
 I. 
 
 WRE all the tongues of men mineown, 
 And Angels nobler tongues well 
 known ; 
 
 Yet did not love within me dwell, 
 Cymbals of brafs might found as well. 
 
 What
 
 HYMN CCX. 24; 
 II. 
 
 What though I faw with cleareft view 
 Each prophecy and myftery too : 
 Tho' my flrong faith could mountains move, 
 Still I am nothing without love. 
 
 III. 
 
 Should I exhauft my worldly ftore, 
 To cloath and feed the needy poor ; 
 Should I amidft the flames expire, 
 And thus a martyr's fame acquire : 
 
 IV. 
 
 Yet would thefe mighty things be vain 
 If love within did not conftrain : 
 A love whofe rife is not from earth, 
 But of an high, an heavenly birth. 
 
 From God it comes, the fource of love, 
 
 And mounts again to him above : 
 
 From his example learns to foar, 
 
 And lives when faith, when hope's no more, 
 
 CCX. Long Metre. 
 The properties of charity, i Cor. xiii. 4, &c. 
 
 I. 
 
 OFor a tongue like thofe above 
 To fing the praife of facred love ! 
 To make the world her charms admire, 
 And warm their breafts with heavenly fire. 
 
 II. 
 
 She fuffers long, to wrath is flow,* 
 And patient bears th* injurious blow : 
 Well-pleas'd her bleffings me beftows, 
 For greater joy fhe hardly knows. 
 
 H h She
 
 242 HYMN CCX. 
 III. 
 
 She envies not the rich and great, 
 The pomp and power of high eftate i 
 Tho' mean and humble is her feat, 
 Contentment makes her little fweet. 
 
 IV. 
 
 She ne'er is fwell'd with empty pride, 
 But modeft drives her charms to hide : 
 Gives up her humour, gains and eafe, 
 To profit others or to pleafe. 
 
 Her fpeech fo graceful is, and mien, 
 Nothing indecent can be feen : 
 She neither evil doth devize, 
 Or cares the evil to furmize. 
 
 VI. 
 
 In others crimes me can't delight, 
 But hates that cruel hellim fpite : 
 Griev'd to obferve her neighbour frail, 
 She hides the fault beneath her veil. 
 
 VII. 
 
 To truth me always lends an ear, 
 And joyful fmiles the truth to hear : 
 The candid plea me will fugged, 
 Will think, believe, and hope the bed. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 Let num'rous obdacles oppofe, 
 Onward in her fair courfe me goes ; 
 She labours dill tho' oft withdood, 
 To conquer evil with the good. 
 
 IX. 
 
 When tongues and prophecies mail fail, 
 And knowledge be of no avail ; 
 When faith and hope to fight refign, 
 Immortal love mall brighteft mine. Falfe
 
 HYMN CCXI. 243 
 CCX1. Common Metre. 
 Falfe and true Zeal. 
 
 ZEAL, 'tis a fweet and charming name, 
 Infpir'd by truth and love : 
 'Tis the pure flame that angels feel, 
 In the bleft worlds above. 
 
 II. 
 But zeal that rages in the dark, 
 
 Is no angelick flame : 
 Falfe zeal a cruel fury is 
 
 From hell the monfter came. 
 
 III. 
 Her eyes dart terror, and her hands 
 
 Are dy'd with human gore : 
 Drunk with the blood of flaughter'd faints, 
 She thirfts, and gapes for more. 
 
 Not fuch my Saviour was thy zeal, 
 
 No blood thy hands did fpill : 
 'Twas thy delight to blefs mankind, 
 
 And do thy father's will. 
 
 V. 
 Bleft Jefus ! Prince of peace, infpire 
 
 My foul with love divine : 
 So fti all my breaft for ever glow, 
 
 With fuch a zeal as thine. 
 
 CCXII. Common Metre. 
 ?he fiery difcifles rebuked. Luke ix. 54, &c. 
 
 STRANGE ! O my Saviour, that blind zeal, 
 Should e'er thy friends infpire : 
 That breads where love mould ever flame, 
 Should burn with fuch a fire. 
 
 H h 2 We
 
 244 HYMN CCXII. 
 II. 
 
 We fee thy fons of thunder blaze, 
 
 With lightning's dreadful power ; 
 Samaria's rude and churliih ions, 
 
 Impatient to devour. 
 III. 
 " Speak Lord, and initant we'll command, 
 
 " From heaven the vengeful flame ; 
 " Elijah thus confum'd his foes, 
 
 " And we would do the fame." 
 
 IV. 
 Well, meekeft Jefus ! might'fl thou turn, 
 
 And check this fiery zeal : 
 Whilft fweeteft accents from thy lips 
 
 Thy love to men reveal. 
 
 V. 
 " Ye zealots to yourfelves moft blind, 
 
 " Produce what pleas ye will ; 
 " Ye know not what this fpirit is, 
 
 " That leads you thus to kill. 
 
 VI. 
 " Know that I came not here below, 
 
 " To kill and to deftroy ; 
 " To fave men's lives was my defign, 
 
 " And this my fweet employ. 
 
 VII. 
 " Go learn of me, be meek and mild, 
 
 " This wifdom's from above : 
 " Know that the law, and gofpel too, 
 
 Are both fulfill'd by love." 
 
 Reflation
 
 HYMN CCXIII. 245 
 CCXIII. Long Metre. 
 
 Refignation under afflictive providences. Luke 
 xxii. 42. 
 
 */^ OMPL AINTS be gone, ye all are vain ; 
 
 \~J Ye ferve but to increafe my pain : 
 Why mould 1 faint beneath the rod, 
 When chaflen'd by a faithful God ? 
 
 II. 
 
 I'll truft my great phyfician's (kill, 
 What he prescribes can ne'er be ill : 
 If heavier griefs I mould endure 
 He only wounds to make a cure. 
 
 III. 
 
 Tho' wounded in a tender part, 
 That pain is good which heals the heart : 
 Purg'd from my fins, I fhall approve, 
 My heavenly father's chaflning love. 
 
 Tho' clouds, my God, thy throne furronnd, 
 Still good and wife thou wilt be found : 
 Should all 1 prize on earth be gone, 
 I ftill will fay thy will be done. 
 
 Whate'er I call'd my own was thine, 
 Tis but thy own which I refign : 
 'Tis fit to give my all to thee, 
 Who gav'ft thy only fon for me. 
 
 VI. 
 
 He left the purer joys above, 
 Emptied of all but of his love ; 
 In mortal form refign'd his breath, 
 To fave my foul from endlefs death. 
 
 * See Norris's mifcellanies, p. 87. 
 
 All
 
 246 H Y M- N CCXIV. 
 CCXIV. Long Metre. 
 
 All things work together for good to them that 
 love God. Rom. viii. 28. 
 
 I. 
 
 NOT from relentlefs fate's dark womb, 
 Or from the duft our troubles come ; 
 No fickle chance prefides o'er grief, 
 To caufe the pain, or fend relief. 
 
 II. 
 
 Look up, and fee ye forrowing faints, 
 The caufe and cure of your complaints ; 
 Know 'tis your heavenly father's will, 
 Bid every murmur then be {till. 
 
 HI. 
 
 He fees we need the painful yoke, 
 Yet love directs his heavieft ftroke : 
 He takes no pleafure in our fmart, 
 But wounds to heal, and chear the heart. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Bleft trials thofe that cleanfe from fin, 
 And make the foul all pure within : 
 Wean the fond mind from earthly toys, 
 To feek and tafte celeftial joys. 
 
 V. 
 
 So artifts melt the precious oar, 
 And from the drofs the metal pour : 
 The fire has but the mafs refin'd, 
 And left the worthlefs drofs behind. 
 
 VI. 
 
 Ye faints that love and ferve the Lord, 
 In all your griefs fly to his word : 
 "Why mould ye faint beneath his rod, 
 Who know that all fhall v/ork for Good ?
 
 HYMN CCXV. 
 
 247 
 
 CCXV. Common Metre. 
 
 fbe benefit of affiiflions. Pf. cxix. 71. 
 
 I. 
 
 SWEET fruits afflictions bring like thofc 
 That grew on Aaron's rod ; 
 To him that bears them with a mind 
 Which fpeaks a child of God. 
 
 II. 
 He fees his heavenly father's hand, 
 
 And lifts his eyes above: 
 Humbly he bows beneath the rod 
 Whole every ftrcke is love. 
 
 III. 
 Faith by the trial is improv'd, 
 
 Like gold is more refin'd: 
 Hope looks within the veil, and leaves 
 All mortal things behind. 
 
 IV. 
 The peaceful fruits of righteoufnefs 
 
 Compenfate all his pain: 
 His loffes whilft they make him poor 
 Increafc his better gain. 
 
 V. 
 
 When forrows like a florm aflail 
 He bends and bears the blaft: 
 Stronger by weaknefs he becomes, 
 And maken Hands more faft. 
 
 VI. 
 So the weak reed by yielding ftands 
 
 Secure from every harm: 
 Whilft the tall cedar which refifts 
 Falls by the mighty ftorm. 
 
 ft*
 
 248 HYMN CCXVI. 
 CCXVI. Common Metre. 
 
 The frailty of life , or the divine art of number- 
 ing oitr days. Pfal. xc. 12. 
 I. 
 
 WHAT can \ve find beneath the fun 
 More frail than mortal man ? 
 The meafure of his days how fhort ? 
 A hand's- breadth or a fpan ? 
 
 II. 
 In youthful life he fprings like flowers, 
 
 The pride of blooming May ; 
 But blafted foon reclines the head, 
 And all his charms decay. 
 
 III. 
 How fwift before the fun's bright beams 
 
 The morning vapour flies ? 
 Such is his life, he jufl appears, 
 Then groans and gafps and dies. 
 
 IV. 
 Then why mould fuch frail mortals boaft 
 
 Of years, and years to come ? 
 In folly fpend their fleeting days, 
 Unmindful of the tomb. 
 
 V. 
 Why mould the foul, th' immortal part, 
 
 Be thought beneath our care ? 
 The foul, whofe lofs a thoufand worlds 
 Tho' given, could not repair. 
 
 VI. 
 Teach us, good Lord, by wifdom's rules 
 
 To number well each day : 
 Our wifdom this, this our fupport 
 When flefh and heart decay. 
 
 Ami-
 
 HYMN CCXVIL 
 
 249 
 
 CCXVIL Common Metre. 
 A meditation on death. 
 
 I. 
 
 OUIT, O my foul, thy earthly cares 
 To think a while on death ; 
 Bring near the time when thou fhalt draw 
 Thy laft and feebleft breath. 
 
 II. 
 Fond of this body as thou art 
 
 Thou muft this partner leave : 
 Indulgent heaven fb often kind 
 No longer will reprieve. 
 
 III. 
 No tears of friends mail then avail, 
 
 Nor the phyfician's (kill : 
 The purple tide of life muft flop, 
 And every pulfe be ftill. 
 
 IV. 
 Earth to it's parent earth muft turn, 
 
 Nor is the doom unjuft; 
 Sin that defiles this earthly frame 
 Configns it to the duft. 
 
 V. 
 Muft I then leave this world behind 
 
 When my mort race is run ? 
 No more converfe with ought that's found 
 Beneath the circling fun ? 
 
 VI. 
 And muft this foul of mine furvive 
 
 The ruins of this clay ? 
 Muft it to new and unknown worlds 
 Swift wing it's doubtful way ? 
 
 I f" Then
 
 250 HYMN CCXVIII. 
 VII. 
 
 Then fit me, Lord, for that great change 
 
 I know muft foon enfue : 
 For death prepar'd, my change muft be 
 
 As bleft to me as new. 
 
 CCXVIII. Common Metre. 
 
 The doubtful $rofyeft. 
 
 I. 
 
 WHY fhould I be fo very fond 
 Of this mean houfe of clay ? 
 Why when it totters do I wilh 
 To make a longer ftay ? 
 
 In prifon, and in fetters too 
 
 How often I complain ? 
 Yet ftart at death, and rather chufe 
 
 To drag the galling chain. 
 
 How will it fare with my poor foul 
 
 In great fufpence I fay ; 
 When it to new and unknown worlds 
 
 Muft wing it's doubtful way ? 
 
 IV. 
 The road of death to me unknown, 
 
 Untried it's gloomy vale: 
 My guilty fears o'erpower my faith, 
 
 And hope doth almoft fail. 
 
 V. 
 But has not Jefus trod this road, 
 
 And triumph'd over death ? 
 Can't Jefus chear wheh nature yields 
 
 Her laft and weakeft breath ? 
 
 Yes,
 
 HYMN CCXIX. 251 
 
 VI. 
 
 Yes, my redeemer can fupport 
 
 When flefli and heart fhall fail : 
 His faithful fervants he will guide 
 
 Through death's mod gloomy vale. 
 
 VII. 
 O could I daily live like him, 
 
 Then guilt would not difmay ! 
 Unmov'd I would my fummons hear, 
 
 And joyous drop my clay. 
 
 CCXIX. Common Metre. 
 Death unavoidable. Ecc. viii. 8. 
 
 I. 
 
 IT muft be fo 'tis heaven's decree 
 That guilty man muft die : 
 The rich; the poor, the king, the flave 
 In duft muft equal lie. 
 
 II. 
 Who can by art find out the means 
 
 His fpirit to detain ? 
 Med'cine, by death fubdued, muft own 
 Her boafted powers but vain. 
 
 III. 
 The tyrant death what gifts can bribe, 
 
 His brother who redeem ? 
 Not filver can the tyrant charm, 
 Nor gold will he efteem. 
 
 IV. 
 
 In this laft war there's no difcharge, 
 Nor tears, nor prayers can fave ; 
 Not goodnefs, celeftial form, 
 Can refcue from the grave. 
 
 I i 2 Well
 
 252 HYMN CCXX. 
 V. 
 
 Well and my turn will furely come, 
 
 My race will foon be run : 
 My eyes in darknefs clos'd no more 
 Shall fee th' enlivening fun. 
 
 VI. 
 Come let me then converfe with death 
 
 From which 1 cannot fly : 
 'Till life's beft leflbn I have learnt 
 The happy art to die. 
 VII. 
 
 Dead to the world, and dead to fin 
 What mould difmay my heart ? 
 Faith tells me even death is mine, 
 And bids my fears depart. 
 
 OCXX. Common Metre. 
 
 Viftory over death thro' Chrift. Cor. xv. 55, 
 
 56, 57- 
 
 I. 
 
 W Hence, O my foul, the dread of death? 
 Why chills this word my heart ? 
 Js this the caufe, that I muft foon 
 With this dear body part ? 
 
 II. 
 Is this vain world my beft eftate ? 
 
 Can I no happier find ? 
 Are there no treafures but the drofs 
 The worldling leaves behind ? 
 
 III. 
 
 Oh 'tis the cruel tyrant guilt 
 Creates the inward dread ! 
 Guilt which o'erclouds our joyous hours, 
 And ftrikes our comforts dead. 
 
 Hence
 
 II Y M N CCXX. 253 
 
 IV. 
 Hence death his iharpeft fling derives, 
 
 And hence the painful wound ; 
 Fatal to man had not kind heaven 
 A cure mofb fov'reign found. 
 
 V. 
 Behold a law, to life ordain'd, 
 
 Now gives us no relief; 
 Strengthen'd by fin it deeper wounds. 
 And heightens every grief. 
 
 VI. 
 By fighs and flowing tears unmov'd, 
 
 Deaf to each melting word , 
 The law in dreadful thunder fpeaks 
 The terrors of the Lord. 
 
 VII. 
 But hark ! the gofpel fpeaks, I hear 
 
 It's foft, melodious voice ; 
 " Defpair not, humble fouls, but look 
 " To Jefus and rejoice. 
 
 VIII. 
 " Jefus the law has well fulfill'd, 
 
 " And he it's curfedid bear: 
 " Repentance God will now accept, 
 " For mercy loves to fpare. 
 
 IX. 
 * l Jefus deprives the tyrant death, 
 
 " Of his envenom'd fting : 
 " Dying, he vanquifli'd death, and rofe 
 " The conqueror and the king. 
 
 .X.. 
 
 " The faints thro' Chrift mail conquer too 
 " Now he has left the dead : 
 
 The>
 
 2 5 4 HYMN CCXXI. 
 
 " They fall, but they fhall rife again, 
 " And triumph with their head. 
 XL 
 
 " Thanks be to God who thro' his fon 
 " The bleifed conqueft gave: 
 
 " Now w here's thy pois'nous fting, O death! 
 " And where thy viftory grave ? 
 
 CCXXI. Common Metre. 
 
 On the death of pious relatives and friends. 
 i The/I, iv. 13. 14. 
 
 I. 
 
 WHEN pious Laz'rus breath'd his lad, 
 A friend to Jefus dear ; 
 Jefus, the man of forrows figh'd 
 And dropt the tender tear. 
 
 II. 
 We too the tender tear may drop 
 
 O'er pious friends remov'd ; 
 Griev'd when the world has loft a faint 
 By Chrift his Lord approv'd. 
 
 Thus nature's didlates we obey, 
 
 And vent our inward grief; 
 But ftreaming tears and plaintive fighs 
 
 Afford but fmall relief. 
 
 IV. 
 Hear, mourners, hear, 'tis faith now fpeaks: 
 
 " Why fhould ye longer weep ? 
 *' Know that the pious friends you mourn 
 
 " In Jefus fwectly fleep. 
 
 "Let
 
 HYMN CCXXI. 255 
 V. 
 
 " Let ftupid Heathens hopelefs grieve 
 
 " And forrov/ to excefs : 
 " The faint who hopes for future blifs, 
 
 " Should foon his tears fupprefs. 
 
 VI. 
 " Know that the time ere long fhall come, 
 
 " Bleft birth-day of thejuft ! 
 " When Chriil ihall bring his faints with him 
 
 " And wake their fleeping duft. 
 
 VII. 
 " Jefus the bleft firft-fruits arofe, 
 
 " And hence the lively hope : 
 " Hence the fweet earneft which enfures 
 
 " The full and ripen*d crop. 
 
 VIII. 
 " His power mail change the viler clay, 
 
 " A glorious form to wear : 
 " His body mall the pattern be, 
 
 " And their's the image fair." 
 
 IX. 
 Thus faith our drooping fpirits chears, 
 
 Then let us grieve no more ; 
 But tread the iteps our pious friends 
 
 Have mark'd and trod before. 
 
 X. 
 Thus may we hope fafe to arrive 
 
 At the fame world of blifs : 
 Our former friendfhips there renew, 
 
 And all our griefs difmifs.
 
 256 HYMN CCXX1I. 
 CCXXII. Common Metre. 
 
 The bleflednefs of the dead that die in the Lord' 
 
 Rev. xiv. 13. 
 
 I. 
 
 YES, they are bleft, the dead are bleft 
 Who die in Chrift their Lord : 
 Thus fpake the voice from heaven, and lo ! 
 The fpirk feals the v;crd. 
 
 JI 
 To all their labours, and their toils 
 
 They bid their long adieu : 
 And to the world of perfect reft 
 Their works fhall them purfue. 
 
 III. 
 Sicknefs and tort'ring pains belong 
 
 To this dark vale of tears : 
 Snares, and temptations are without, 
 Within are doubts and fears. 
 
 IV. 
 But the bleft manfions of the juft 
 
 Are fafe from every ill : 
 Difeafe and pain fhall vex no more 
 But lofe their power to kill. 
 
 V. 
 Death, with it's hateful parent fin, 
 
 Shall fink in endlefs night : 
 The faints fhall walh their garments clean, 
 And fhine in robes of light: 
 
 VI. 
 The lamb fhall lead to living ftreams 
 
 Whofe waters ne'er decay : 
 And God with his own hand lhall wipe 
 Their former tears away. 
 
 Arriv'd
 
 HYMN CCXXIII. 257 
 
 VII. 
 
 Arriv'd at their bleft port they hear 
 
 The tempeft rage no more ; 
 But blefs the hand that brought them fafe 
 
 To the eternal fhore. 
 
 CCXXIII. Common Metre. 
 
 fbecbriftian's confolation againftthe fear of death 
 from the profpeff of a glorious refurreflion. 
 
 I. 
 
 WHY fhould the faint be griev'd to find 
 This earthly hoiife decay? 
 Why dread the grave when faith proclaims 
 A glorious rifmg day ? 
 
 II. 
 Yes, the great prince, who holds the keys 
 
 Of death and hell, will come : 
 That powerful voice which nature form'd 
 Shall break up every tomb. 
 
 III. 
 Vile as the breathlefs body is, 
 
 Confign'd to worms and duft -, 
 It then a radiant form mall take 
 More glorious than the firft. 
 
 IV. 
 In incorruption it mail rife 
 
 (So fpeaks the book of truth) ; 
 And bloom fecure from every ill 
 In an immortal youth. 
 
 V 
 Refin'd from earthly dregs it's food 
 
 Shall beceleftial meat: 
 Fruits pluckt from life's unfading tree 
 The fruits which Angels eat. 
 
 K k The
 
 25* HYMN CCXXIV. 
 VI. 
 
 The earthly image fhall be chang'd 
 
 To wear a form divine: 
 What can't the mighty Saviour do, 
 
 When love and power combine ? 
 
 VII. 
 Why then, ye faints, fhould you regret 
 
 To quit your feeble clay, 
 Who hope for fuch a glorious change 
 
 At the great rifmg day ? 
 
 CCXXIV. Common Metre. 
 
 ?be grandfeparation ; or thejheep divided from 
 the goats. Mat. xxv. 31. xxxv. 
 
 I. 
 
 BEHOLD he comes the judge appears, 
 With all his glories crown'd : 
 Behold each nation, tribe and tongue, 
 The judgment feat furround. 
 
 View well the righteous, mark the joy 
 
 O'er ev'ry feature fpread: 
 But Oh ! what pale affrighted looks, 
 
 Befpeak the finner's dread. 
 
 III. 
 Now truth appears, no envious cloud 
 
 Can hide her radiant face : 
 Now names and forms, and borrow'd mafks 
 
 No more mail find a place. 
 
 IV. 
 As from his fheep the mepherd parts 
 
 The goats at even-tide, 
 So from the good, the righteous judge 
 
 The wicked mall divide. 
 
 Rang'd
 
 HYMN CCXXV. 259 
 V. 
 
 foang'd on the right, the pious race, 
 
 Shall their glad fentence hear : 
 Whilft on the left, th* ungodly world 
 
 Too late their doom fhall fear. 
 
 VI. 
 Among the faints at Chrift's right hand, 
 
 May I, Lord, find a place ; 
 Enroll'd among the heirs of God, 
 
 The firft-born fons of grace. 
 
 VII. 
 Then Ihall I all-enraptur'd hear, 
 
 The judge pronounce me bleft ; 
 And mare the kingdom long prepared, 
 
 That fweet and endlefs reft. 
 
 CCXXV. Common Metre. 
 
 Seeing through a giafs, or our prefent knowledge 
 imperfeft, i Cor. xiii. 12. 
 
 L 
 
 HOW little we poor mortals know ? 
 And yet how vain is man ? 
 He boafts of wifdom, but alas ! 
 His knowledge is a fpan. 
 
 'Tis through a glafs obfcure we look, 
 
 And truth we diftant fpy $ 
 Fancy, falfe medium, comes between, 
 
 And cheats our feeble eye. 
 
 III. 
 Now fuperftition, antic form, 
 
 The garb of truth will wear : 
 Now error marrs her beauteous face, 
 
 That fhone divinely fair. 
 
 K k 2 ten
 
 260 HYMN CCXXV. 
 IV. 
 
 Ten thoufand objects lie conceal'd 
 
 In ^enigmatic drefs : 
 'Tis but the fmalleft part we fee, 
 
 The reft we only guefs. 
 
 The prefent ftate our nonage is, 
 
 We think as children do , 
 Like them we reafon, talk and aft, 
 
 And have our trifles too. 
 
 VI. 
 J Tis by dim twilight mortals walk, 
 
 Led by falfe fires we ftray , 
 Forc'd oft to meafure back our fteps 
 
 To gain the narrow way, 
 
 VII. 
 Strangers at home, we rove abroad, 
 
 The fields of fcience trace , 
 From ftar to ftar our fancies run, 
 
 Loft in th* unbounded fpace. 
 
 VIII. 
 Nature her choiceft fecrets hides 
 
 From man's moft curious eye ; 
 Puzzl'd is he, and baffl'd quite, 
 
 By every worm and fly. 
 
 IX. 
 The God of nature who mail then 
 
 Prefume to comprehend ? 
 Whofe matchlefc, boundlefs glories far 
 
 Our higheft thoughts tranfcend, 
 
 A., 
 How (hall our narrow fcanty fpan, 
 
 Immenfity confine ? 
 
 How reach thofe heights, and found thofe 
 depths, 
 
 Beyond an Angel's line ? There's
 
 HYMN CCXXVI. 261 
 
 XL 
 
 There's not the fmalleft grain of fand, 
 
 On ocean's ample fhore, 
 But 'fcapes our fearch, and feems to fay, 
 Man, wonder and adore, 
 
 XII. 
 The ways of providence how dark ! 
 
 It's mazes who can {hew ? 
 Too long the chain, the links too fine 
 For mortal eyes to view. 
 
 XIII. 
 What a thick veil of flelh divides 
 
 The other life from this ? 
 Hellwho can this fad world defcribe ? 
 Or who the heaven of blifs ? 
 
 XIV. 
 Nor eye hath feen, nor ear hath heard, 
 
 Nor heart conceiv'd the joys 
 Of that pure blifs which fills the foul, 
 But never, never cloys. 
 
 XV. 
 Wait humbly then, my foul, 'till thou 
 
 Shalt drop this cumb'rous clay ; 
 Then mall thy twilight ceafe, and all 
 Be one perpetual day. 
 
 CCXXVI. Common Metre. 
 
 Seeing face to face ; or knowledge madeperfeff 
 
 in heaven, i Cor. xiii. 12. 
 
 I. 
 
 THERE is an heavenly paradife, 
 Where fruits immortal grow ; 
 Where ftreams from life's unmixed fpring, 
 In ceafelefs currents flow. 
 
 'Tis
 
 ^6^ HYMN CCXXVI. 
 
 II. 
 'Tis here the tree of knowledge grows, 
 
 And ever bloffoms here : 
 There's no forbidden fruit to tempt, 
 
 Nor guileful ferpent near. 
 
 III. 
 The blifs of death, the fweet furprize 
 
 The bleft alone can tell : 
 Could faints now know the blifs, who could 
 
 On earth contented dwell ? 
 
 IV. 
 O may my foul be well prepar'd 
 
 To take from earth her Might ! 
 May fome kind angel me conduct 
 
 To this pure world of light. 
 
 Then mall I need a glafs no more, 
 
 No more my dimnefs own : 
 But mall as clearly fee, and know 
 
 As I am feen and known. 
 
 \I. 
 No longer fhall I doubtful walk 
 
 By faith's more glimmering ray -, 
 No longer need the prop of hope, 
 
 My drooping foul to ftay. 
 
 VII. 
 'Tis vifion, 'tis fruition all, 
 
 A pure and fteady light : 
 Nor mifts, nor clouds mail veil my day, 
 
 Nor fhall I fee a night. 
 VIII. 
 Then mail I drink the ftreams of truth 
 
 Pure at the fountain head : 
 Shall hunger juft as Angels do, 
 
 And with their food be fed. No
 
 H Y M Nl CCXXVUL 263 
 IX- 
 
 No more like children fhall I talk, 
 
 Nor reafon in' their ftrain : 
 The perfect man in wifdom ripe, 
 Will childiih toys difdain. 
 
 X. 
 Difputes, iad bane to love and peace,, 
 
 Shall then be known no more ; 
 All with one eye lhall fee, and all 
 With one confent adore. 
 
 XI. 
 The wond'rous fcherne of providence 
 
 Now wrapt in fhades of night ; 
 I then fhall view without a veil,, 
 And fee that all was right. 
 
 XII. 
 With what new tranfport fhall I tnacfr ; 
 
 The grace which refcued man , 
 When my bleit eyes fliall gaze on all 
 The beauties of the plan ? 
 
 XIII. 
 But O to fee the face of God 
 
 As Angels it behold ! 
 And by this, fight to be transform^ 
 Who can the olifs unfold ? 
 
 CCXXVIL Long Metre. 
 
 ?he peaceful fofhty&f heaven ; cr the fpirits 
 
 ofjuft men made perfe.8: Heb. iii. 23. 
 
 I. 
 
 BLEST are the faints that dwell above, 
 In the pure element of love : 
 They know no rage, nor cruel fpleen, 
 But all is peaceful and ferene. 
 
 Celeftial
 
 264 H Y M N CCXXVIII. 
 
 II. 
 
 Celeftial love each breaft infpires, 
 Kindling within her pureft fires : 
 To harps of gold they fweetly fing, 
 Nor is there found a jarring firing. 
 
 in. 
 
 How bleft on earth would mortals be, 
 Did love conftrain them to agree ? 
 Drawn by her foft and powerful cords 
 Of mighty deeds and gentle words. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Did love unfeign'd each heart engage, 
 'Twould be a truly golden age : 
 Then mould we mew our heavenly birth, 
 And heaven itfelf defcend to earth. 
 
 V. 
 
 Ye fons of ftrife your wrath forbear, 
 Nor like wild beafts purfue and tear : 
 How can ye think to dwell above, 
 Who have not learnt the art to love ? 
 
 VI. 
 
 Ye zealots, vain will be each plea 
 Whilft zeal confumes your charity : 
 Love only can pure zeal infpire, 
 The reft is ftrange and dang'rous fire. 
 
 CCXXVIII. 
 
 The fame as the i/fitbPfalm. 
 I. 
 
 HOW happy are the faints 
 Who dwell and reign above 1 
 How calm their region is, 
 The element of love ! 
 
 They
 
 HYMN CCXXVIII. 265 
 They know no rage, 
 
 Or cruel fpleen : 
 
 Peaceful each breaft, 
 
 Each face ferene. 
 
 II. 
 Here love celeftial feigns, 
 
 And kindles her pure fires j 
 Each feels the facred warmth, 
 And each to pleafe confpires : 
 To harps of gold 
 
 They fweetly fifig ; 
 Nor is there found 
 A jarring firing. 
 
 How happy here below 
 
 Would every mortal be ! 
 Did love their paflions footh 
 To peace and harmony : 
 Drawn by her foft 
 
 But powerful cords 
 Of friendly deeds 
 And gentle words. 
 
 IV. 
 Did love's foft powers prevail, 
 
 And every heart engage, 
 With joy fiiould we behbld 
 A truly golden age. 
 
 Then mould we mew 
 Our heavenly bifthj 
 And heaven itfelf 
 Defcend to earth. 
 
 V. 
 Ye noify fons of ftnfe, 
 
 Your furious wrath forbear j 
 
 L 1 Nor
 
 *66 H Y M N CCXXIX, 
 
 Nor like the favage beafts 
 Delight to rage and tear : 
 How can ye hope 
 
 To dwell above y 
 
 Who have not learnt 
 
 The art to love ? 
 
 VI. 
 
 Ife zealots blind and fierce, 
 Vain will be every plea, 
 Whilft your deftroying zeal 
 Confumes your charity : 
 'Tis love alone 
 
 Pure zeal infpires ; 
 The reft are ftrange 
 And dang'rous fires. 
 
 CCXXIX. Common Metre. 
 
 A view of heaven by faith. 
 
 I. 
 
 MDuNT up my thoughts, and chearfut 
 view 
 glorious realms above; 
 Where truth and peace fix their abode, 
 Where reigns immortal love. 
 
 II. 
 Here God difplays his mildeft beams, 
 
 His gracious throne around : 
 Here Jefus fmiles, and Angels fmg 
 To harps of fweeteft found. 
 
 III. 
 
 O could my faith in part remove, 
 The veil that hangs between ; 
 And to my purer fight prefent 
 The things by fenfe unfeen ! 
 
 How
 
 H Y M N CCXXX; 267 
 IV. 
 
 JFIow mould I pity all that make 
 
 This world their higheft joy ? 
 Defraud their fouls, and mifs of heaven, 
 
 To gain a gilded toy. 
 
 My foul with heaven pofieft how fmall 
 
 Would this mean earth appear ? 
 It's joys, fhould not excite one wifh, 
 
 It's ills, command a tear. 
 
 VI. 
 The new, the lively hope within, 
 
 My foul mould purify : 
 Angels mould view their forms in me, 
 
 And lend me wings to fly. 
 
 VII. ' 
 Then fliould death feize my mortal frame, 
 
 I'd welcome my releafe ; 
 And triumph as kind Angels waft 
 
 My foul to endlefs peace. 
 
 CCXXX. Common Metre. 
 
 Vhefteward preparing to give his account. Luke 
 xvi. 2. 
 
 THE time draws nigh, my foul, when 
 thou 
 
 Thy laft account muft give : 
 When thy whole life (hall be furvey*d 
 By him who bid thee live. 
 
 n. 
 
 HOW many talents, 6 my God, 
 
 Haft thou beftow'd on me ? 
 JBut yet how little can be found, 
 
 That I have done for thee ? 
 
 H a My
 
 2 68 HYMN CCXXX, 
 
 HI. 
 
 My health, my time, my worldly {tore, 
 
 And thy more precious word 
 Thy talents are , for thefe muil I 
 Account to thee rrjy Lord. 
 
 IV, 
 Much of my time alas ! I've loft, 
 
 And much have I mifpent : 
 How carelefs of my grand concerns, 
 On trifles how intent ? 
 
 V. 
 How little good have I receiv'd ? 
 
 How little have I done ? 
 How oft my feet have trod the paths 
 I know I ought to fhun ? 
 
 VI. 
 Pity my weaknefs, gracious God, 
 
 My fins thro' Chrift forgive : 
 Teach me henceforth not to myfelf 
 But unto thee to live. 
 VII, 
 O may the flothful fervant's doorn 
 
 My holy care excite : 
 Each talent may I well improve, 
 And in thy work delight. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 Then like a faithful fteward I 
 Shall ftand before thy feat : 
 Let me but hear, Well Done, at laft, 
 My blifs will be compleat.
 
 HYMN CCXXXI. 269 
 
 CCXXXI. Common Metre. 
 The great day of revelation. Ecc. xii. 14, 
 
 I. 
 
 MORTALS give ear, the awful day, 
 The laft, the great affize 
 Advances fwift as minutes fly 
 The guilty to furprize. 
 
 Tliat eye which fees thro' darkeft fhades 
 
 Of fecrecy and night ; 
 That ear which every whifper hears 
 
 Shall bring each deed to light. 
 
 III. 
 How will the guilty trembling ftand 
 
 To fee their fins reveaVd ? 
 And all their thoughts made publick then 
 
 Which lay before conceal'd. 
 
 IV. 
 Horror and anguilh feize their fouls, 
 
 Defpoil'd of each difguife : 
 JDefpair now racks their guilty breafts, 
 
 And hope for ever dies. 
 
 V. 
 Not fo the righteous they mail ftand, 
 
 Nor vengeance them affright : 
 The judge who goodnefs loves will bring 
 
 Their lecret good to light. 
 
 VI. 
 Blufhing with joy, the faint mail hear 
 
 Each pious deed proclaim'd : 
 And fee his name with honour mine 
 
 By malice once defam'd. 
 
 Thus
 
 270 H Y M N CCXXXII, 
 
 VII. 
 
 Thus by an interpofmg fphere 
 
 The fun is veil'd in night, 
 put fopn he fhews his face with all 
 
 The majefty of light. 
 
 CCXXXII. Short Metre. 
 
 drift* s firft and fecond coming. Phil. ii. 7, 8, 
 Mat. xvi. 27. 
 
 T> EHOLD from realms of light 
 fj God's fon defcends to earth : 
 His form divine with flefh he veils, 
 
 And humble is his birth. 
 
 II. 
 The fervant's form he wears, 
 
 And takes the fervant's place : 
 Upon a mameful crofs expires 
 
 To fave our guilty race. 
 
 IIL 
 But in a different form 
 
 He will one day be known : 
 In his great father's glory dreft, 
 
 And mining in his own. 
 
 IV. 
 Amidft a glittering train 
 
 He mall to earth defcend : 
 And his ten thoufand happy faints 
 
 Admiring mail attend. 
 
 V. 
 Whilft they behold their king 
 
 With heavenly glories crown'd; 
 In fweeteit drains their tuneful tongues 
 
 Shall his high honours found. 
 
 His
 
 HYMN CCXXXIII. 271 
 VI, 
 
 His foes fhall trembling (land 
 
 Before his awful throne: 
 Whilft to the world this righteous judge 
 
 Shall make his juitice known. 
 
 CCXXXIII. Common Metre. 
 
 'f'he certainty of Chrifis coming to judgement. 
 
 James v. 9. Rev. x. 5, 6. 
 
 HE'LL come the judge willfurely come, 
 Ye Atheifts mock no more; 
 His chariot wheels are haft'ning on, 
 The judge is at the door. 
 
 II. 
 Swift glide the flreams of time along 
 
 To bring the awful day , 
 Each flying hour withdrawing fays, 
 The judge will not delay. 
 
 See where the mighty Angel ftands, 
 
 Embracing fea and Ihore ; 
 To heaven he lifts his hand, and fwears 
 
 That time mall be no more. 
 
 IV. 
 He fwears behold the judge defcends 
 
 His office to compleat : 
 The tribes of Adam trembling (land 1 
 
 Before the judgment feat. 
 
 V. 
 Prepare, my foul, to meet thy judge, 
 
 Thy life throughout furvey : 
 From evil ceafe, and learn the good 
 
 If thou wouid'ft ftand that day. 
 
 Wafh'd
 
 272 H Y M N CCXXXIV. 
 VI. 
 
 Wafh'd in thy Saviour's blood thy robes 
 
 Shall be both clean and white j 
 An holy foul can view it's judge, 
 
 And triumph in the fight. 
 
 CCXXXIV. Long Metre. 
 
 The defcsnt of the judge \ or the grand tribunal 
 
 eretted. 
 
 I. 
 
 MY foul purfues no vulgar theme, 
 The force of wit, or beauty's charm : 
 The laftaffize, the judge fupreme, 
 My inmoft heart and foul alarm. 
 
 II. 
 See where he comes with folemn ftate, 
 
 In cloudy chariot fwiftly borne : 
 Myriads of Angels on him wait, 
 His awful progrefs to adorn. 
 
 III. 
 A mighty trump the fignal gives 
 
 That wakes die nations under ground; 
 Affrights the fea, it's dead revives, 
 Who hear alike the powerful found. 
 
 IV. 
 Sublime in air is fix'd a throne, 
 
 Wrought of a large and fplendid cloud -, 
 From hence the judge to all is known, 
 Round this the trembling nations croud. 
 
 V. 
 Among the reft muft I appear, 
 
 Before the glittering judgment feat: 
 O may I have no caufe to fear, 
 But in the judge the Saviow meet ! 
 
 Now
 
 HYMN CCXXXV. 273 
 
 VI. 
 
 Now would I make the judge my friend, 
 Accept his grace, his laws obey; 
 
 Then with the judge mall I afcend 
 To worlds of blifs and endlefs day. 
 
 CCXXXV. Long Metre. 
 The books opened. Rev. xx. 12. 
 
 I, 
 
 MEthinks the laft great day is come, 
 I feem to hear the trumpet found, 
 Which (hakes the earth, rends every tomb, 
 And wakes the pris'ners under ground. 
 
 The mighty deep gives up her truft, 
 
 Aw'd by the judge's high command : 
 The fmall and great now quit their duft, 
 
 And round the dread tribunal {land. 
 
 III. 
 In vain the wicked drive to mun 
 
 The judge's quick, and piercing eye : 
 In vain to "hills and mountains run, 
 
 And to the rocks for flicker cry. 
 
 IV. 
 This bar impartial will not know 
 
 Nor birth, nor rank, nor royal ftate : 
 Nor kings are high, nor beggars low, 
 
 The go6d are here, the only great. 
 
 Behold the awful books difplay'd, 
 Big with th' important fates of men ; 
 
 Each deed and word now public made, 
 As wrote by heaven's unerring pen. 
 
 M m To
 
 274 H Y M N CCXXXVI. 
 VI. 
 
 To every work the books affign 
 
 The joyous, or the fad reward : 
 Sinners in vain lament and pine, 
 
 No pleas the judge will here regard. 
 
 Lord, when thefe awful leaves unfold, 
 May life's fair book my works approve : 
 
 There may I read my name enrolPd, 
 And triumph in redeeming love : 
 
 CCXXXVI. Long Metre. 
 We end of the world. 2 Pet. iii. i r . 
 
 I. 
 
 THE day, the folemn day mail come, 
 The long-delayed day of doom : 
 The hour when God mall awful rife, 
 And fears a guilty world furprize. 
 
 Heaven's greatefl light, the glorious fun, 
 No more his wonted courfe mail run : 
 No more divide the varied year, 
 Oblig'd to quit his lofty fphere. 
 
 The moon, and ftars extinguim'd quite, 
 No more mall rule the filent night : 
 Nor filver planets longer run 
 In dance harmonious round the fun. 
 
 IV. 
 
 No fooner fhall th' Almighty call 
 But flames fhall feize this earthly ball: 
 And heaven's high frame without delay 
 With hideous cralh mail pafs away. 
 
 Their
 
 HYMN CCXXXVII. 275 
 
 V. 
 
 Their feats the frighted mountains quit, 
 The m rink ing feas their (hores forget - t 
 In rapid ftreams of mingled fire 
 The hiding elements expire. 
 
 VI. 
 
 Thefe awful fcenes my foul bring near, 
 For this tremendous day prepare : 
 How juft, how holy muft thou be 
 If thou with joy this day would'ft fee ? 
 
 CCXXXVII. Common Metre. 
 
 The new Jerufakm. Rev. vii. 1 5. &c. xxi. 4. 
 
 22, &c. 
 
 I. 
 
 THERE is a city large and fair, 
 Beyond the lofty fides : 
 Not built by feeble hands of flefh, 
 Unfeen by mortal eyes. 
 
 Here 'tis th' Almighty builder God 
 
 Has fix'd his mining throne : 
 Here to his faints, from flefh releas'd, 
 
 He makes his glories known. 
 
 III. 
 Within this new Jerufalem 
 
 No temple can be found : 
 Nor temple can that city need 
 
 Where all is holy ground. 
 
 IV. 
 No fun it wants to form the day ; 
 
 Nor moon to mine by night ; 
 God is it's temple, and the Lamb 
 
 It's bright and conilant light. 
 
 M m 2 The
 
 276 H- Y M N CCXXXVIII, 
 
 V, 
 
 The everlafting pearly gates 
 
 Are ever open here : 
 In light the blefied nations walk, 
 
 Nor dangers know nor fear. 
 
 VI. 
 Sicknefs and pain they feel no mere, 
 
 For death is fled away : 
 The Lamb's pure ftreams of life they drink 
 
 Throughout th' immortal day. 
 
 VII. 
 No more they hunger, thirft no more, 
 
 Nor fetch one plaintive figh ; 
 The God of peace, their God mail wipe 
 
 All tears from every eye. 
 
 VIII. 
 But the profane, and the impure 
 
 In wrath will he difclaitn : 
 The Lamb ? s fair book of life rejects 
 
 Each vile and filthy name. 
 
 CCXXXVIII, Common Metre, 
 *Chrifi > s baptifin cur example* 
 
 I Come, the great redeemer cries, 
 To do thy \\ill, O Lord: 
 At Jordan's flood behold he feals 
 The fure prophetic word. 
 
 " Thus it becomes us to fulfill 
 " All rlyhteoufnefs -, he faid, 
 " He fpake obedient, and beneath 
 w The yielding wave was laid," 
 
 See 
 
 * This and the following hymn are fuited to thofe that 
 pra&ife adult baptilhi.
 
 HYMN CCXXXIX. 277 
 III. 
 
 See, as he rifes from the flood 
 
 The opening heaven divides ; 
 Dove-like the Holy-Ghoit defcends, 
 
 And on his head abides, 
 
 IV. 
 Hark ! a glad voice, the father fpeaks 
 
 From heaven's exalted height ; 
 " This is my Ton, my well-belov'd, 
 
 " My joy, my chief-delight, 
 
 Hail Jefus ! Saviour well belovM ! 
 
 Thy name we will profefs : 
 JLike thee defirous to fulfill 
 
 Each law of righteoufnefs. i 
 
 VI. 
 On us the blefied unction pour 
 
 Of the celeftial dove : 
 On us for ever may he reft, 
 
 And feal our father's love, 
 
 VII. 
 With water wafh'd, but better cleans'd 
 
 In a diviner flood ; 
 Our lives, well form'd by thine, mail mew 
 
 The virtues of thy blood, 
 
 CCXXXIX. Common Metre, 
 
 jin hymn before baptifm. Rom. vi. 4. 
 
 I. 
 
 ONCE was the great Redeemer plung'd 
 In Jordan's facred flood : 
 Joyful we follow him who came 
 By water and by blood. 
 
 Yet
 
 2 7 8 HYMN CCXL; 
 
 II 
 
 Yet not the pureft ftreams that flow 
 
 Can wafn from giiilt within : 
 The blood of Chrift, that richer ftream, 
 
 Muft cleanfe from every fin. 
 
 III. 
 Come ye of contrite hearts, and mourn 
 
 The error of your ways : 
 Repent, and pard'ning grace mall turn 
 
 Your fighs to fongs of praife. 
 
 Come, and obey your Saviour's laws, 
 
 Unaw'd by fear, or mame : 
 Come, and with water feal the love 
 You bear to his great name. 
 
 V. 
 Buried with Chrift, with him we die 
 
 Unto the world and fin : 
 Rifen with him, we muft the new, 
 The heavenly life begin. 
 
 VI. 
 Jefus, no more are we our own, 
 
 But thine in bonds of love : 
 
 O may fuch bonds for ever draw 
 
 Our fouls to things above ! 
 
 CCXL. Common Metre. 
 
 Religion the foundation of national happinefs : 
 
 Jut fed to a time of war. Prov. xiv. 34. 
 
 I. 
 
 RELIGION ne'er by art was form'd, 
 To awe the vulgar mind : 
 Her charming features well furvey, 
 And foon her birth you'll find. 
 
 Offspring
 
 HYMN CCXL. 279 
 II. 
 
 Offspring of heaven, on man fhe darts. 
 
 Her moil propitious ray : 
 His welfare is her higheft wi/h, 
 
 To blifs Ihe points the way. 
 
 III. 
 A righteous fceptre fhe holds forth 
 
 To grace the hands of kings : 
 The fathers of their people fhe 
 
 Protects beneath her wings. 
 
 IV. 
 Subjects by her wife maxims taught, 
 
 Their rank, and duty know : 
 Thus whilft me props the throne, her gifts 
 
 Extend to all below. 
 V. 
 Kingdoms and ftates, or rife or fall, 
 
 As virtue ebbs or flows : 
 'Tis her's to make the weakeft ftrong, 
 
 Whilft vice the ftrong o'erthrows. 
 
 VI. 
 Britain be wife, thy foes well know ; 
 
 Thy fins the greateft far : 
 To thefe thy utmoft ftrength oppofe, 
 
 And wage eternal war. 
 VII. 
 Then fearlefs truft, the Lord of hefts 
 
 Will teach thy hands to fight : 
 Secure thy empire o'er the feas, 
 
 And put thy foes to flight.
 
 280 HYMN CCXLI. 
 
 CCXL1. Common Metre. 
 
 7'be chunk?* fecurity, and the deftruclicn of her 
 
 enemies. Mat. xvi. 18. 
 
 I. 
 
 NOW let the church glad homage pay, 
 To her exalted king : 
 Jefus her glory and defence, 
 Ye faints united fing. 
 II. 
 Why fhonld dark fears o'ercloud your faith, 
 
 And all your courage mock ? 
 Jefus the fure foundation fix'd 
 Firm on the liable rock. 
 
 III. 
 Let earth and hell in league combin'd, 
 
 With ail their might aflail : 
 The facred fabrick ftill muft (land, 
 Nor hell's proud gates prevail. 
 
 The mighty God that rules the flues, 
 
 Shall their wild ra^e reflrain : 
 In vain they form their cruel Schemes, 
 
 And boaft their power in vain. 
 
 V. 
 She that a bitter cup has mix'd, 
 
 Shall one more bitter drink : 
 As falls the mill-ftone in the deep, 
 
 Proud Babylon Ihall fink. 
 
 VI. 
 Rejoice ye faints, the vengeance long, 
 
 For her laid up in ftore, 
 Is haftening on, and Babylon 
 
 Shall fink to rife no more. 
 
 Britain's
 
 HYMN CCXLII. 281 
 
 CCXLII. Long Metre. 
 * Britain's dangers and deliverances. 
 
 I. 
 
 JN joyful ftrains ye Britons fmg, 
 The praifes of your God and king : 
 Tell of his wondrous works and ways, 
 How far above your higheft praife ! 
 
 II. 
 
 Sing how his gofpePs glorious ray 
 Chas'd error's gloomy night away : 
 Bid truth with all her charrr y s arile, 
 And liberty falute our eyes. 
 
 in. 
 
 Bleft be the gracious hand that broke 
 Of Rome and hell, the galling yoke : 
 Bleft voice that founds a jubilee, 
 And bids the captive fouls go free ! 
 
 IV. 
 
 Oft have the fons of Rome combin'd 
 To forge new fetters for the mind : 
 But watchful heaven, our friend fupreme, 
 As oft has broke the curfed fcheme. 
 
 V. 
 
 Let plots with ruin big be laid, 
 Contrived in hell's moft fecret fhade ; 
 Yet hell's dark fhades mail not conceal, 
 What heaven all-gracious will reveal. 
 
 VI. 
 
 The wretches fee, with fore affright, 
 Their cruel fchemes all brought to light : 
 In the fame fatal net enfnar'd, 
 They had for Britain's fons prepared. 
 
 N n Briton's 
 
 * This and the following hymn are fuitcd to the 5th of Nov.
 
 282 HYMN CCXLI1T. 
 VII. 
 
 Briton's rejoice, and love the Lord, 
 Whilft ye his wond'rous acts record ; 
 And let your beft obedience prove 
 The ftrength and greatnefs of your love. 
 
 CCXLIIl. Common Metre. 
 Britain's happinefs and duty. 
 
 I. 
 LEST land ! where truth divinely fair, 
 
 With liberty can fmile ; 
 
 Thou Britain art the happy fpot, 
 Of heaven the favourite ifle. 
 
 II. 
 Defended by th' embracing feas, 
 
 And bleft with fertile foil ; 
 No hoftiie bands thy harvefts reap, 
 And cheat the labourer's toil. 
 
 IIL 
 No fhining filver Gods we know, 
 
 Nor golden gods we own , 
 Jehovah is our God, and we 
 Will worlhip him alone. 
 
 IV. 
 Rome's iron yoke no more we feel, 
 
 Nor like our fathers groan : 
 No haughty Pope commands our faith, 
 But confcience is our own. 
 
 V. 
 The book of life with open page, 
 
 Salutes our joyful eyes : 
 From hence we draw our purer faith> 
 And here our treafure lies. 
 
 Bkft
 
 HYMN CCXLIV, 2 S$ 
 VI. 
 
 Bled be the hand that burfi the yoke, 
 
 And broke it's cruel bands : 
 Bleft be the God whofe power and love 
 
 Surround the Britifh lands. 
 
 VII. 
 Britons be wife, and know your day j 
 
 Your glad obedience yield : 
 Then in new fears your God mall be 
 
 Your Saviour and your fhield. 
 
 VIII. 
 Britons fland faft, your ground maintain, 
 
 Since Chriil has made you free ; 
 Keep far from Rome's tyrannick fway, 
 
 And from her fpirit flee. 
 
 CCXLIV. Common Metre. 
 On a publickfaft in a time of war. 
 
 I. 
 
 MOST holy God, thou judge fupreme ! 
 We bow before thy throne ; 
 With humble voice, and hearts we come, 
 Our numerous fins to own. 
 
 II. 
 As ftreams impure will conftant flow 
 
 From a polluted fource ; 
 So have our grievous fins run down 
 Increafmg in their courfe. 
 
 III. 
 Our crimes alas ! are deep engrav'd 
 
 As with an iron pen ; 
 So Judah's were, and we like him, 
 Can boaft few righteous men. 
 
 Nn 2 If
 
 284 HYMN CCXLIV. 
 IV. 
 
 If Judah fins, he muft expecl 
 
 To feel an heavier yoke , 
 Britons that tread in Judah's fteps 
 
 Should dread an equal ftroke. 
 
 V. 
 See juftice draw her glittering fword, 
 
 Whilft mercy fays forbear : 
 " Firft let me whet the edge me cries, 
 
 " I fain the land would fpare. 
 
 VI. 
 " But if the finner ftill rebels 
 
 " My patience kindly flow ; 
 " Incens'd at length mall lift her arm, 
 
 " And deal the dreadful blow." 
 
 VII. 
 Britons in time inftruction take, 
 
 Remember Judah's fate : 
 Lead Britain be what Canaan is, 
 
 A land left defolate. 
 
 VIII. 
 Repent, and hope an injur'd God 
 
 Will blefs the land he chofe : 
 Appoint falvation for thy walls, 
 
 And quell thy mighty foes. 
 
 THE
 
 T H 
 
 APPENDIX. 
 
 CCXLV. Common Metre. 
 Imploring divine direff ion. Prov. iii. 5, 6. 
 
 I. 
 
 LORD, through the dubious paths of life 
 Thy feeble fervant guide : 
 Supported by thy pow'rful arm 
 My foot-fteps fhall not flide. 
 
 Let others fwelFd with empty pride 
 
 Of wifdom make their boafts ; 
 My wifdom and my ftrength muft come 
 
 From thee, the Lord of hofts. 
 
 III. 
 'Tis not in man that walks to find 
 
 The fafe, the narrow way : 
 Few find the road to folid blifs, 
 
 But thoufands go aftray. 
 
 To
 
 286 HYMN CCXLVI. 
 IV. 
 
 To thee, O my unerring guide ! 
 
 I would myfelf refign : 
 In all my ways acknowledge thee, 
 
 And form my will by thine. 
 
 V. 
 Thus (hall each bleffing of thine hand 
 
 Be doubly fweet to me : 
 And in new griefs I flill mall have 
 
 A refuge, Lord, in thee. 
 
 VI. 
 Lord, by thy connfel whiift I live 
 
 Guide thou my wand'ring feet : 
 And when my courfe on earth is run 
 
 Conduct me to thy feat. 
 
 CCXLVI. Common Metre. 
 
 tfbe duty and advantages of fetting God always 
 before us. Pf. xvi. 8. 
 
 TJLEST is the man who always fets 
 _I3 The Lord before his face : 
 "Whofe faith can view a prefent God 
 
 Pofiefiing ev'ry place. 
 II. 
 Such faith mail well fecure the faint, 
 
 And make him ftrong within : 
 Jofeph the prefent God beheld, 
 
 Nor dar'd the youth to fin. 
 
 III. 
 Seepleafure, wealth, and honour join 
 
 To conquer Mofes' heart : 
 But the brave Hebrew {lands unmov'd, 
 
 And fcorns their feeble art. 
 
 Not
 
 H y M N CCXLVII. 287 
 IV. 
 
 Not Pharaoh's wrath, nor Pharaoh's hofh 
 
 Can his great foul difmay : 
 His faith flill views a God unften, 
 
 And Mofes will obey. 
 V. 
 By fuch bright patterns ever led, 
 
 And fway'd by Heavenly grace, 
 I too fhall learn the art to let 
 
 The Lord before my face. 
 
 VI. 
 Thus Jefus did-, and widely Iheds 
 
 His beams divinely bright: 
 Saints are but ftars, but he the fun 
 
 Shines with his native light. 
 
 VII. 
 Chear'd by thy prefence, O my God! 
 
 Each tempter I'll defy: 
 And in the paths of duty run, 
 
 Becaufe thou, Lord, art nigh. 
 
 CCXLVII. Long Metre. 
 On tbe Lord's day. 
 
 I. 
 
 COME, let us praife our heavenly king* 
 Of grace the never-failing fpring : 
 Be this our work, this our delight 
 From morn to noon, from noon to night* 
 
 II. 
 
 Let Angels who pure raptures feel 
 Witnefs the fervour of our zeal ; 
 And fee in our bright flames of love 
 An emblem of the church above. 
 
 Come,
 
 288 H Y M N CQ4LVIII. 
 
 III. 
 
 Come, for the facred hours invite, 
 Come, give the Lord of Lords his right : 
 Leave earth with it's gay fcenes behind, 
 To feaft on pleafures moil refm'd. 
 
 IV. 
 
 This is the day the Lord hath made, 
 On this, his grace and power difplay'd : 
 To day, the Saviour left the dead, 
 And his bleft triumphs widely fpread. 
 
 Rejoice, ye Saints, for pardon's your's, 
 Such blifs the blood of (Thrift procures : 
 Who mall condemn ? Since Chrift that dy'd 
 Arofe, and now is glorify'd. 
 
 VI. 
 
 Glory and praife to God on high ! 
 Who fent his beft belov'd to die : 
 Glory to him vvhofe blood was giv'n, 
 To make a lafting peace with heav'n. 
 
 CCXLVIII. Common Metre. 
 
 On the fame. 
 
 I. 
 
 THE fun in his unwearied courfe 
 Has chas'd the night away ; 
 And now the circling hours have brought 
 This firft, this facred day. 
 
 II. 
 Bleft day of reft the emblem fweet 
 
 Of that pure reft above, 
 Which knows no toil, no work but that 
 Of praife and holy love. 
 
 O could
 
 HYMN CCXLIX.] 289 
 
 III. 
 O could I like the faints on high 
 
 From mortal cares be free ! 
 Then mould this facred day of reft 
 Be heaven itfelf to me. 
 
 IV. 
 Mounting aloft I'd fcorn the earth 
 
 With all it's glitt'ring duft : 
 Borne on the wings of faith I'd view 
 The manfions of thejuft. 
 
 V 
 Lord give my foul thefe active wings, 
 
 Purge all my drofs away ; 
 Nor let a fingle word or thought 
 Pollute this facred day. 
 
 VI. 
 The beauty of thy courts, O Lord, 
 
 My foul fhall then admire : 
 Such fweet foretailes fhall make me long 
 To have my heaven entire. 
 
 CCXLIX. Long Metre. 
 
 *CbeJltefingJinner silarm'd. Rom. xiii. 1 1, 12. 
 
 i Cor. xv. 34. 
 
 I. 
 
 AWAKE, my foul, lift up thy eyes, 
 Behold the bright immortal prize : 
 s Tis time, high time for thee to wake 
 When thine eternal all's at flake. 
 
 II. 
 
 The night is paft, the gofpel day 
 Shines from on high with glad'ning ray : 
 Led by this fun thy race begin, 
 Nor more indulge the deep of fin. 
 
 O o When
 
 290 HYMN CCL, 
 
 III. 
 
 When death has fix'd thy final ftate 
 Prayers, tears, and wifhes come too late : 
 Who cart conceive, what tongue can tell 
 The fad furprize-~to wake in hell ? 
 
 IV. 
 
 Whilft others pleas'd with airy fchemes 
 Spend a whole life in waking dreams : 
 Whilft they for blifs a phantom chace, 
 And running ever lofe the race -, 
 
 V. 
 
 Lord, open thoti my drowfy eyes 
 To fee where my true int'reft lies : 
 May Chrift his faving light difplay, 
 And change my darknefs into day. 
 
 CCL. Common Metre. 
 
 All things are new ready, or, Room at the gof- 
 pelfeaft. Lukexiv. 16 23. 
 
 COME, for the King of heaven invites^ 
 The gofpel feafl attend : 
 For men, for finful men prepar'd, 
 What can fuch grace tranfcend ? 
 
 II. 
 
 In honour to his Son the King 
 Has made this feaft of love : 
 Come to his facred courts with joy, 
 And raife your hearts above. 
 
 III. 
 Come, for all things are ready now, 
 
 The table's richly fpread ; 
 Come, drink, 'tis heavenly wine that flows: 
 Come, eat, 'tis heavenly bread. 
 
 Come
 
 HYMN CCLI. 291 
 
 ," :;. IV - 
 
 Come all ye heavy-laden fouls 
 
 Who feel an inward wound ; 
 Come, for your cure as well as food 
 
 At this bleft feaft is found. 
 
 V. 
 Ye rich accept the offer'd grace, 
 
 Your vain excufes leave : 
 Come all ye poor with thankful hearts 
 
 Your equal fhare receive. 
 
 VI. 
 
 Come all ye fons of Adam's race, 
 
 An humble plea aflume : 
 " Lord there's provifion ftill for more, 
 
 " And, Lord, there ftill is room." 
 CCLI. Common Metre. 
 
 &be chriftiarfs triumph over death inprofpettof 
 a glorious refurrettion. Job xix. 25, 26, 27. 
 
 HEAR whilft the faint his triumph fmgs 
 O'er death the king of dread ; 
 And boafts his mighty conquefts gain'd, 
 Through Chrift his living head. 
 
 He lives my great Redeemer lives, 
 
 The bleffed truth I know : 
 Delightful thought ! that fooths my griefs, 
 
 And makes my joys o'erflow. 
 
 He that redeem'd my foul from hell, 
 Will make his work compleat ; 
 
 The tyrant Death at length mall lie 
 Quite vanquifh'd at his feet, 
 
 Oo 2 Let
 
 292 HYMN CCLH, 
 
 IV. 
 
 Let ficknefs wafte my mortal frame, 
 
 And flem and heart decay ; 
 Let death confign my humbled form, 
 
 To greedy worms a prey. 
 
 Yet faith difpels the mournful gloom, 
 
 And tells me death is mine : 
 The grave, through my redeemer's pow'r. 
 
 Shall but this frame refine. . 
 
 VI. 
 Wak'd from the duft I mall behold 
 
 My Saviour with thefe eyes : 
 And view his image flampt on me, 
 
 With vaft, with fweet furprize. 
 
 CCLH. Common Metre. 
 
 Faith in God and Cbrift the grand fupport, or 
 
 heavenly manfions prepaid. John xiv. i 4. 
 
 I. 
 
 LOOK up ye mourning faints and view 
 The realms of endlefs day , 
 Thither the great Fore-runner's gone, 
 And mews the certain way. 
 
 II. 
 Yes, to his Father's houfe he's gone, 
 
 Where many manfions are : 
 For you he's gone, and will for you 
 A feat of blifs prepare. 
 
 III. 
 He lives, for ever good and jufl, 
 
 Nor will nor can deceive : 
 Ye who can truft a faithful God, 
 A Saviour's word believe. 
 
 " When
 
 H .Y M N CCLIII. 293 
 IV. 
 
 ic When I your manfions have prepared, 
 
 " I'll come to you again ; 
 " And take you to my biifsful arms, 
 
 " For ever to remain. 
 
 V. 
 " Then let not trouble feize your hearts, 
 
 " But dry up ev'ry tear : 
 " Believe in God, believe in me, 
 
 " And you have nought to fear." 
 
 VI. 
 Jefus, thy words of grace and truth 
 
 Support the fainting heart : 
 O may I read them 'till I've learnt, 
 
 To bid all fears depart. 
 
 CCLIII. Common Metre. 
 I'he unchanging Saviour. Heb. xiii. 8. 
 
 I. 
 
 COME let our chearful fongs adore 
 Our Saviour's gracious name ; 
 Jefus we fing, delightful theme ! 
 And Jefus ftill the fame. 
 
 II. 
 Firm as a rock his gofpel (lands, 
 
 The fame in ev'ry age : 
 Eternal truth has wrote the lines, 
 And guards the facred page. 
 
 Let heav'n and earth both pafs away, 
 
 What can his truth aflail ? 
 He will fulfill the words he fpake, 
 
 Nor mall one tittle fail. 
 
 Not
 
 294. HYMN 
 IV. 
 Not the high honours of his throne 
 
 Abate his tender love : 
 Still on his heart his friends he bears, 
 
 And pleads their caufe above. 
 
 V. 
 The contrite heart he flill regards^ 
 
 And heals the inward pain : 
 No humble foul fhall ever fay, 
 
 He fought his grace in vain. 
 
 VI. 
 Jefus our Saviour, and our Lord, 
 
 We praife thy gracious name ? 
 Thy truth and grace, thy pow'r and love, 
 
 For ever are the fame. 
 
 CCLIV. Common Metre. 
 A warning to Britain. Rev. ii. 4, 5. 
 
 I. 
 
 THE night is paft, the doleful mades, 
 Have long been chas'd away ; 
 The gofpel light on Britain mines, 
 And makes a glorious day. 
 
 II. 
 
 O happy Britain, didft thou know 
 What moft concerns thy peace ! 
 Then would kind heaven fecure thy mores. 
 And all thy blifs increafe. 
 
 III. 
 How bleft were Afia's churches once, 
 
 Whilft virtue made them mine ? 
 But when their love and zeal was loft, 
 How foon did they decline ? 
 
 Twas
 
 HYMN CCLV, 295 
 IV. 
 
 *Twas vice eclips'd and quite obfcur'd 
 
 The goipel's glorious light ; 
 Their day of grace abus'd brought on 
 
 A long and doleful night. 
 
 Read Britain, read in Afia's doom 
 
 What dangers threaten thee : 
 Fly far from Afia's crimes if thou 
 
 Wouid'ft from her doom be free. 
 
 CCLV. Short Metre. 
 *Tbe blejfednefs of the peace-makers. Mat. v. 9, 
 
 I. 
 
 BLEST are the fons of peace, 
 Whofe fouls are diftant far 
 From envy, jealoufies and rage, 
 From tumult, noife and war. 
 
 II. 
 Their work it is, and joy 
 
 To fow the feeds of peace ; 
 
 To join divided hearts and hands. 
 
 And mike all difcord ceafe. 
 
 III. 
 How glorious is their name ! 
 
 The fons of Godmoft high ; 
 How great their blifs to have their God, 
 Their Father ever nigh! 
 
 IV. 
 See in their placid looks, 
 
 The heav'n that dwells within : 
 Learn from the fons of peace their art, 
 And thus your heav'n begin. 
 
 Great
 
 HYMN CCLVI. 
 
 V. 
 
 Great God of love and peace ! 
 
 Purge clean this heart of mine 
 From all bafe paffiorrs, and beftow 
 
 On me thy peace divine. 
 
 VI. 
 Then fliall I, Lord, delight 
 
 In works of peace and love, 
 'Till I'm tranflated to the world 
 
 Of perfect peace above. 
 
 CCLVI. Common Metre. 
 
 The great falvation. Heb. ii, 3; 
 
 I. 
 
 SALVATION O the pleafing found !' 
 It makes my heart rejoice ; 
 To ling the theme which Angels chufe, 
 Exalted be our voice. 
 II. 
 Come let us fing the Father's love, 
 
 Who form'd the happy plan : 
 Come let's adore the Saviour's grace. 
 Who refcued ruin'd man. 
 
 III. 
 How great muft this falvation be 
 
 T* engage th' ETERNAL MIND ? 
 Great be it ever in our eyes, 
 Who here all bleflings find. 
 
 IV. 
 'Tis the falvation of the foul, 
 
 Our belt immortal part , 
 Tis the poflefiion of that blifs 
 That ever chears the heart. 
 
 Nor
 
 HYMN CCLVIL 297 
 V. 
 
 Nor will the Saviour of the foul, 
 
 Neglect the viler clay ; 
 But in new glories build it up, 
 At the bleft rifing day. 
 
 VI. 
 Not Ifrael fav'd from Pharaoh's hands, 
 
 Could fuch deliv'rance tell : 
 Salvation which no end fhall know, 
 All others muft excell. 
 VII. 
 Silver and gold boaft not your power, 
 
 Your brighteft charms decay ; 
 Nought but the precious blood of Ch rid. 
 Could the preat ranfom pay. 
 
 VIII. 
 His blood he med, ye faints rejoice, 
 
 Behold your world' rous cure : 
 Hear but his voice, and him obey, 
 And your falvation's fure. 
 
 IX. 
 But mould we to his gracious voice, 
 
 Turn the rebellious ear, 
 What vengeance cannot he infli<5b ? 
 What wrath may we not fear ? 
 
 CCLVIL Common Metre. 
 The wifdom of God in the formation of the hu- 
 man body. Pf. cxxxix. 14, 15, 1 6. 
 
 I. 
 
 WHEN I with curious eyes furvey, 
 My complicated frame, 
 I read on ev'ry.papt infcrib'd 
 My great Creator's name. 
 
 P p With
 
 298 HYMN CCLVII. 
 
 II. 
 
 With niceft art in fecret, Lord, 
 
 Thou diclft each member write , 
 And when thy model was compleat, 
 My eyes beheld the light. 
 
 III. 
 Thou bid'ft the purple flood of life, 
 
 In circling ftreams to flow ; 
 And fend the vital heat above, 
 And to each part below. 
 
 IV. 
 My heaving lungs whilft they have pow*F 
 
 To fan the vital flame, 
 Rifing and falling fhall my God, 
 Thy wond'rous fkill proclaim. 
 
 V. 
 My heart, that fruitful fonrce of life, 
 
 By thee was taught to beat , 
 And ev'ry ftroke in filence, Lord, 
 Does but thy praife repeat. 
 
 VI. 
 My eyes by thee were plac'd aloft, 
 
 And form'd with eafe to roll ; 
 To fee thy various beauties fpread, 
 Betwixt each diftant pole. 
 
 VII. 
 Why was my body form'd erect, 
 
 Whilft brutes bow down to earth ? 
 But that I mould well rule for thee, 
 And claim my higher birth. 
 
 VIII. 
 Why, Lord, with fuch diftinguiih'd art 
 
 Was form'd this tongue of mine ? 
 But that this glory of the man 
 
 Should fing thy praife divine. But
 
 HYMN CCLVIII. 299 
 
 IX. 
 
 But who can all the wonders tell 
 
 In this fmall world of man ? 
 I'm loft, and own my largefr grafp- 
 
 Is but a narrow fpan. 
 X. 
 Author of life ! my tongue fhall fing, 
 
 The wonders of my frame ; 
 Long as I breathe, and think and fpeak, 
 
 I'll praife thy glorious name. 
 
 CCLVIII. Common Metre. 
 
 The fuperior dignity of the human foul. 
 Jobxxxii. 8. xxxv. n. 
 
 I. 
 
 HOW glorious, Lord, are all thy works ? 
 In man what wonders meet ? 
 The laft of all thy works below, 
 And he the moft compleat. 
 
 II. 
 From thy moft fkilful hands my fiefh 
 
 Receiv'd it's curious frame : 
 Each bone and nerve, each vein declare:; 
 The honours of thy name. 
 
 III. 
 But I've a foul, my nobler part, 
 
 Infpir'd by thy own breath -, 
 
 A foul that fhall outlive this fiefh, 
 
 Nor feel the pow'r of death. 
 
 IV. 
 Whilft fenfe and inftind lead the brute, 
 
 Nor can they farther go ; 
 I, Lord, am wifer form'd and taught, 
 My maker God to know. 
 
 P p 2 Reafon
 
 3 oo H Y M N CCLVIII. 
 V. 
 
 Reafon and confcience, will and choice, 
 
 By thee were kindly given ; 
 To chufe the good, to (him the ill, 
 
 And gain a' blefied heaven. 
 
 VI. 
 My mem'ry, that myfterious power, 
 
 Thy goodnefs, Lord did give , 
 'Tis here my thoughts are buried firfl. 
 
 And bid again to live. 
 VIL 
 'Tis to this treaf'rer of the mind 
 
 This long of praife I owe : 
 By this I learn what endlefs gifts 
 
 From thy rich bouncy flow. 
 
 VIII. 
 O may thy love enkindle mine, 
 
 And all my paffions Iway ! 
 Teach thou each lenfe and appetite 
 
 My reafon to obey. 
 
 IX. 
 Now, Lord, my foul with all it's powers 
 
 To thee would I devote ; 
 And more than ever ftrive each day 
 
 Thy glory to promote. 
 
 X. 
 My reafon, will and paflions all 
 
 By heavenly grace refine ; 
 So fhall my foul in beauty dreft 
 
 With thine own image mine.
 
 H Y M N CCLIX. 301 
 
 CCL1X. Common Metre. 
 
 1"be living facrifice^ or religion a reafonable 
 
 fervice. Rom. xii. i. 
 
 I. 
 
 WHEN I review thy mercies, Lord, 
 I afk this foul of mine, 
 ' What lhall I render, O my God, 
 " For favours fuch as thine ! 
 
 II. 
 Thy hands have form'd me, 'tis in thee 
 
 I daily live and move : 
 And ev'ry hour is bringing ftill 
 Freih pledges of thv love. 
 
 III. 
 To thee, a living facrifice, 
 
 My body I prefent, 
 To be employ'd for thee, my God, 
 And in thy fervice fpent. 
 
 IV. 
 To thee my foul, my nobler part 
 
 1 chearfully refign : 
 
 Rule thou each power, and let me have 
 No will, O Lord, but thine. 
 
 V. 
 Bought with a price, a Saviour's blood, 
 
 So freely flied for me ; 
 I muft no longer be my own, 
 But live, great God, to thee ! 
 
 VI. 
 This reafon bids, O give me grace 
 
 My reafon to obey ! 
 And tho' I cant difcharge my debts, 
 May I delight to pay. 
 
 The
 
 302 HYMN CCLX. 
 CCLX. Short Metre. 
 
 $1)6 fourth beatitude^ or f acred hunger and tkirft. 
 Mat. v. 6. 
 
 I. 
 
 OBleffed fouls that feel 
 A facred third within ! 
 "Who hunger too for righteoufnefs, 
 And hate the thought of fin. 
 
 II. 
 'Tis Angel's food to them 
 
 To do their father's will ; 
 And whilft on fuch rich food they feaft 
 They thirft, and hunger (till. 
 
 III. 
 How do they pity thofe 
 
 Who pant for earthly good ! 
 
 Who like old Ifrael's faithlefs fons 
 
 Defpife their heavenly food. 
 
 IV. 
 How do they long to feaft 
 
 Like faints that dwell above ! 
 Who heaven's pure manna eat and drink 
 Full draughts of heavenly love. 
 
 Nor mail they long in vain, 
 
 The blefled day draws near, 
 When they of righteoufnefs mall drink 
 
 Their fill, fo long'd for here. 
 
 VI. 
 This holy hunger, Lord, 
 
 This thirft in me excite ; 
 May righteoufnefs be my purfuit, 
 
 My food and my delight. 
 
 Then
 
 HYMN CCLXI. 303 
 
 VII. 
 
 Then in the worlds above, 
 
 Where Angels ever blefs 
 My longing, panting foul fhall, Lord, 
 
 Be fill'd with righteoufhefs. 
 
 CCLXI. Common Metre. 
 
 An hymn before fermon ; or the parable of the 
 
 foiver abridgd. 
 
 I. 
 
 LORD, ere the heavenly feed is fown 
 Thy fervants hearts prepare j 
 And may thy blefiing fwift deicend, 
 Brought down by fervent prayer. 
 
 II. 
 Lord of the harveft ! God of grace ! 
 
 Send down thy heavenly rain ; 
 In vain we plant without thine aid, 
 And water too in vain. 
 
 III. 
 May no vain thoughts, thofe birds of prey, 
 
 Defraud us of our gain ; 
 Nor anxious cares, thofe curfed thorns, 
 Choak up the precious grain. 
 
 IV. 
 Ne'er may our hearts be like the rock 
 
 Where but the blade can fpring ; 
 Which fcorch'd with heat becomes by noon 
 A dead, a ufelefs thing. 
 
 V. 
 Let not the joys thy gofpel gives 
 
 A tranfient rapture prove : 
 Nor may the world by fmiles or frowns 
 Our faith, and hopes remove. 
 
 But
 
 3 o 4 H Y M N CCLXII. 
 VI. 
 
 But may our hearts, like mellow'd foil, 
 
 Receive the heavenly word ; 
 So lhall our fair and ripen'd fruits 
 
 Their hundred-fold afford. 
 
 VII. 
 Then lhall our chearful hearts and tongues 
 
 Begin this fong divine ; 
 " Thou, Lord, haft given the rich increafe, 
 
 " And be i;he glory thine. 
 
 The above may be fung after fermon by making the 
 following alteration in ilanza I. 
 
 Now, Lord, the heavenly feed is fown 
 
 Be it thy fervant's care 
 Thy heavenly blefling to bring down 
 
 By humble fervent prayer. 
 
 CCLXII. As the i 4 8th Pfalm. 
 A morning hymn taken chiefly from Milton. 
 
 I. 
 
 COME all my powers unite 
 To praife th' Eternal King, 
 The Great Invifible, 
 
 Of light and life the fpring : 
 Parent of good ! 
 
 Almighty God ! 
 The earth and heavens 
 Obey thy nod. 
 II. 
 Nature's ftupendous frame, 
 
 Great Architect ! is thine; 
 Thy varied works proclaim 
 Thy (kill and power divine :
 
 HYMN CCLXil. 305 
 
 If in thy works 
 
 Such beauties are, 
 Thou, Lord, mud be 
 Surpafiing fair. 
 III. 
 Speak firft, ye Angels pure, 
 
 Ye fhining fons of light, 
 For ye his glories view, 
 
 Tho' veil'd to mortal fight ; 
 Circling his throne, 
 With joy ye raife 
 Your tuneful voice 
 To fmg his praife. 
 
 IV. 
 
 All ye in heaven that dwell, 
 And ye on earth join all, 
 Him firft, and laft, andbeft 
 With chearful voice extol : 
 He feels no change, 
 Nor fears an end -, 
 His greatnefs who 
 Shall comprehend ? 
 
 V. 
 Ye Stars of light, which fix'd, 
 
 The wide expanfe adorn, 
 * Ye filver Planets too 
 Which ulher in the morn, 
 f Ye wand'ring fires, 
 Where'er ye rove 
 
 Proclaim 
 
 * Tho' the planet Venus is call'd ihe morning ftar, yet 
 it is equally true of the other planets, that they are ibme* 
 times the harbingers of the rifing fun. 
 
 t Milton Ipeaks agreeable to the ancient philofophy, 
 which luppos'd that the planets fhone with their own na* 
 tive light.
 
 306 H Y M N CCLXII. 
 Proclaim the power 
 By which ye move. 
 VI. 
 
 Thou Sun, of this great world 
 
 Both eye and quick'ning foul, 
 Whofe beams extenfive reach 
 The North and Southern pole ; 
 Thy greater Lord 
 
 Rejoice to praife, 
 Who deck'd thy orb 
 With golden rays. 
 
 VII. 
 Him praife, thou world of fire, 
 
 Whilft climbing in thy might, 
 Him praife, when thou haft gain'd 
 Thy arduous noon-tide height , 
 Then haft'ning to- 
 Thy v/atry bed 
 O'er gilded waves 
 His glories fpread. 
 VIII. 
 Moft glorious emblem thou, 
 
 Of that Great Infinite 
 Who from the darkfom void 
 Call'd up the chearing light : 
 He ever gives, 
 
 But (till has more ; 
 His gifts can ne'er 
 Decreafe his ftore. 
 
 IX. 
 Thau Moon, fair queen of night, 
 
 Who meet'ft the orient fun ; 
 Now hafc'ning in thy courle 
 His neareft beams doft fhun, 
 
 Praife
 
 HYMN CCLXII. 307 
 Praife him, who all 
 
 Thy wand'rings guides, 
 And bade thee rule 
 The fwelling tides. 
 
 X. 
 Ye fruitful Elements 
 
 Your maker's praife difplay, 
 Whilll all your genial powers 
 His influence wide convey ; 
 In all your forms, 
 
 Through nature's round, 
 In every change 
 His honours found. 
 
 XL 
 Praife him, ye Meteor's bright 
 
 And Exhalations all, 
 That now afcend aloft, 
 Or in foft rain-drops fall ; 
 Now float in clouds 
 
 Of golden hue -, 
 Or fhine in drops 
 Of pearly dew. 
 
 XII. 
 Ye Winds, that foftly blow, 
 
 In whifpers fpeak his praife j 
 And when in dreadful ftorms 
 Your lotideft voice ye raife : 
 Ye Plants ; ye Pines 
 
 Of lofty brow 
 Your heads in fign 
 Of rev'rence bow. 
 XIII. 
 
 Ye Springs, and chryftal Floods 
 Which gently warbling flow, 
 
 ^ In
 
 3 o8 HYMN CCLXII. 
 
 In ceafelefs murmurs pay 
 The grateful debt you owe : 
 Bear on your wings 
 
 Ye Birds his praife, 
 And mounting fmg 
 Your fweeteft lays. 
 
 XIV. 
 Fifties, that gliding cut 
 
 The filver ftreams, or feas , 
 And ye for whom the earth 
 Was form'd alike to pleafe, 
 Who lowly creep, 
 Or (lately tread, 
 Your maker's praife 
 Unwearied fpread. 
 
 XV. 
 Ye creatures, chief in rank, 
 
 For whom earth teeming fmiles, 
 And ever bounteous heaven 
 In choiceft gifts diftills ; 
 Ye, that may God 
 Your father call, 
 " Crown the great hymn," 
 Be tongue for ail. 
 XVI. 
 Man, thou inferior Lord, 
 
 Speak louder than the reft, 
 Let gratitude moft pure 
 Infpire thy panting breaft : 
 Thy heart, and tongue 
 Each morning raife, 
 To fing thy great 
 Creator's praife.
 
 HYMN CCLXIII. 309 
 
 CCLXIII. Common Metre. 
 
 ^The wife choice , er the words of eternal life 
 
 found with Chrift only. John vi. 68. 
 
 I. 
 
 LET my bleft Saviour's doclrines give 
 To earthly minds offence, 
 I him adore, the Living Bread, 
 And draw my life from thence. 
 
 II. 
 
 Let an ungrateful fickle throng 
 Forfake my heavenly guide -, 
 I know his voice, his words I'll hear 
 And with him will abide. 
 
 III. 
 Yes, O my Saviour, the bleft words 
 
 Of endlefs life are thine :. 
 Where mail we go but, Lord, to thec 
 Thou teacher all-divine ? 
 
 IV. 
 Great fun of righteoufnefs ! thy beams 
 
 Have chas'd away the night ; 
 Life, and immortal joys by thee 
 Are fully brought to light. 
 
 Thou haft mark'd out the path to blifs 
 
 Left we mould mifs the way : 
 Lord, may we tread thefe holy paths, 
 
 And never go aftray. 
 VI. 
 The hope of blifs, through all my toils, 
 
 My drooping foul mail chear 
 Thy prefence, and fupporting grace, 
 
 Shall banilh every fear. 
 
 Eternal
 
 3 io HYMN CCLXIIL 
 
 VII. 
 
 Eternal life, thy promife is, 
 Thy truth lhall make it good ; 
 
 For this rich gift, unfpeakable ! 
 [Was purchas'd by thy blood. 
 
 THE END.
 
 A N 
 
 INDEX, 
 
 Suited to the principal fubjects contained in 
 the foregoing Hymns. 
 
 Note, The figures refer to the number of the Hymn. 
 
 AARON's priefthood, 
 and Chriil's compa- 
 red, 123. 
 
 AB E L'S faith and facrifi.ce, 
 192. 
 
 ABRAHAM, his faith and 
 obedience, 195. plead- 
 ing for Sodom, 26, re- 
 joiced to fee Chrift's 
 day, 78. 
 
 ADOPTION, the privilege 
 
 Of, 22, 178, 202. 
 
 AFFLICTIONS, the bene- 
 fit of them, 214, 215. 
 
 AGED finners, rarely con- 
 verted, 161. 
 
 AGONY of (Thrift, 95, 95. 
 
 ALL things working for 
 good, 214. are now 
 ready, 250. 
 
 A N c HOR of hope, 1 86. 
 
 ANGEL'Sjdefiringtopraife 
 like them, i.theirhum- 
 ble worfhip, 36. our 
 patterns, 37, miniftring 
 
 to Chrift and the faints, 
 144. rejoicing at the 
 converfion of a firmer, 
 142, 143. pleas'd with 
 contemplating man'sre- 
 demption, 98, 143. 
 
 ANT, the fluggard fent to 
 her fchool, 157, 158. 
 
 ANXIETY reproved, 75. 
 
 ARK, fee NOAH. 
 
 ARMOUR, the Chriftian's, 
 188. 
 
 ASHAM'D of Chrift, the 
 unreafonablenefs of be- 
 ing fo, 106, 136, 183- 
 
 ASCENSION of Chrift, 130. 
 and advocacy, 131. 
 
 ASPIRING and complain- 
 ing, 60. 
 
 ATHEISTS reproved, 2, 
 
 B 
 
 B 
 
 APTISMofChrift, 
 238. of Chriftians, 
 238* 239. 
 
 BENEFIT
 
 INDEX. 
 
 BENEFIT of afRi&ions, 
 214, 215. 
 
 BEST choice, 63, 64. le- 
 gacy, 189. 
 
 BLESS INGS temporal, pray- 
 er and praife for them, 
 
 BLESSEDNESS of the poor 
 in fpirit, 205. of the 
 pious dead, 222. of the 
 religious mourner, 1 85. 
 of peace-m akers , 255. 
 of thofe that hunger and 
 thirft after righteouf- 
 nefs, 260. 
 
 Bo A STING, odious to God 
 and good men, 147, 
 197. 
 
 BOOKS opened, 235. of 
 life, 23$, 237. 
 
 BRAZEN ferpent, 141. 
 
 BRITAIN'S dangers and 
 deliverances, 242. hap- 
 pinefs and duty, 243. 
 warn'd, 254. 
 
 BURIAL of Chrift, 125. 
 C. 
 
 CARE, anxious re- 
 prov'd, 75. 
 
 CENTURION'S faith com- 
 mended, 93. 
 
 CHANCE, abfurdity of 
 that doftrine, 153. 
 
 CHARACTERS ot theMef- 
 fiah, 77, 79. 
 
 CHARITY, it's excellen- 
 cy,209- properties, a i o. 
 
 CHEARFULNESS in reli- 
 gion, 185. 
 
 CHILDREN of this world, 
 their wifdom, 172. 
 
 CHRIST, his nativity, 76 
 82. on his name Js- 
 fus, 82. light of the 
 world, 83. his kingdom 
 not of this world, 84. 
 his humiliation our ex- 
 altation, 85. humble 
 majefty, 87. miracles, 
 88. transfiguration, 89. 
 90,91. wafting his di- 
 fciples feet, 92. came 
 not to deftroy, but to 
 fulfill the law, 94. a- 
 gony, 95, 99. the good 
 fhepherd, 96. his po- 
 verty and contentment, 
 97. his love pafleth 
 knowledge, 98. the man 
 of forrows, 99. mock'd 
 by his enemies, and fa- 
 luted byhis friends, i oo. 
 voluntary in his fufrer- 
 ings, 102. number'd 
 with tranfgreffors, 1 03 
 hislaft words, 104. mi- 
 racles attending his 
 death, 105. crucified, 
 the wifdom of God, 1 06. 
 praying for his crucifi- 
 ers, 107. his offices, 
 1 10. his example, 1 1 1. 
 companion and tender- 
 nefs, 112. The lamb 
 of God, 114. fuperio- 
 rity of his priellhood, 
 123. his yoke eafy, 124. 
 bis death, burial, and 
 refurre&ion, 125. re* 
 furre&ion, 126, 127, 
 afcenfion, 130. afcen- 
 fion and advocacy, 131. 
 rejected
 
 I N D EX. 
 
 rejected in his own 
 
 country, 155. his un- 
 
 changeablenefs, 253. 
 
 firft and fecond coming, 
 
 232. his tribunal ereft- 
 
 ed, 234 
 CHRisriAN.trueandfalfe 
 
 defcrib'd, 173. 
 CHURCH, it's beauty, 19. 
 
 fecurity and liability, 
 
 24.. 
 CONDEMNATION by the 
 
 law, 220. freedom from 
 
 it, 207. 
 
 CONDESCENSION of God, 
 - 17, 176. 
 CONFESSION and forgive- 
 
 nefs, 146. 
 CONSCIENCE wounded, 
 
 203. good, 204. 
 CONSOLATIONS againft 
 
 the fears of death, 218 
 
 22!, &C. 
 
 CONTENTMENT, 43, 97, 
 198. 
 
 CONVERSATION, an hea- 
 venly one, 202. 
 
 CREATION, a fumm?.ry 
 view of it, 1 1. 
 
 CUSTOM, difficultly fub- 
 dued, 161. 
 D 
 
 DEAD, the bleflednefs 
 of thofe that die in 
 the Lord, 222. 
 DEATH, meditation on it, 
 . 217. unavoidable, 219. 
 victory over it through 
 Chrift, 220. of friends, 
 2 2 1 .confolations againll 
 the fears of it, fee Con- 
 
 DELAYS in religion dan- 
 gerous, 158, 161 . 
 DESIRING toworfiiipGod 
 like the angels, i . to 
 praife him without de- 
 grading his perfections, 
 21. internal purity, 169. 
 to be affected with a 
 view of a crucify'd Sa- 
 viour, ic8. 
 
 DIFFICULTIES of provi- 
 dence, 74. and folly 
 of fin, 163. 
 
 DIVINE influences and di- 
 
 re&ion. implor'd, 140, 
 245. 
 
 DOING all to the glory of 
 God, 70. in the name 
 of Chrift, 182. 
 
 DOUBTS and fears check'd 
 179. 
 
 DouBTFULprofpet,2i8. 
 
 DOMINION of God, fee 
 GOD. 
 
 DRAWING nigh to God, 
 
 EARTH, not our reft, 
 201. 
 
 EARTHQUAKES, 39,41. 
 EFFUSION of the fpirit, 
 
 132. 
 
 END of the world, 236. 
 ENEMIES of the church 
 
 difappointed, 241,242. 
 ENOCH'S faith and tranf- 
 
 lation, 193. 
 ETERNAL life purchafed 
 
 and promifed by Chrift, 
 
 263. 
 ETERNITY of God, 5. 
 
 folation. 
 
 Rr 
 
 this
 
 I N D E 
 
 this attribute improv'd, 
 
 6. 
 EVENING hymns, 45, 46. 
 
 reflection, 47. 
 EXALTATION of Chrift, 
 
 fee Refurre&ion andAf- 
 
 cenfion. 
 EXAMPLE of Chrift, 1 1 1 . 
 
 of the faints, 190, 191. 
 
 199. 
 
 FAITH, living & dead, 
 174. it's exploits, 
 191. inferior to love, 
 209, 210. loft in frui- 
 tion, 226. in God and 
 Chrift, 252. 
 
 FAITHFULNESS of Gody 
 29. 
 
 FAVOUR of God our life, 
 62. 
 
 FAST day, an hymn on 
 fuch an occafion, 244. 
 
 FEAR of God, 71. 
 
 FOL L vand madnefs of fin, 
 162, 163. 
 
 FORMALITY, it's infuffi- 
 ciency, 174. 
 
 FORBEARANCE, fee Pati- 
 ence and Charity. 
 
 FORE-RUNNER, one of 
 Chrift's amiable cha- 
 racters, 252. 
 
 FOUNTAIN of life, invi- 
 tation to it, 165, 167. 
 
 FRAILTY bewailed 156. 
 of life, 2 1 6. 
 
 FREEDOM by. the gofpel, 
 
 X 34- 
 
 FRUITS ofthefpirit,i6i, 
 139. 
 
 /^ENTILES, fharers, 
 VJT in the bleffings of the 
 gofpel, 77, 87,1 33, i 34. 
 GOD, his being, 2. unity, 
 3. perfections in gene- 
 ral, 4. eternity, 5, 6. 
 incomprehenfibility, 17 
 225. fpirituality, 1 8: 
 his glories manifefted in 
 his works, 9, 10. in the 
 formation ofman, 257, 
 258. univerfal parent, 
 22. his goodnefs, 23, 
 24, to be reverently 
 worfhipped, 25. a righ- 
 teous judge, 26. his pa- 
 tience, 27. omnifcience 
 and omniprefence, 28. 
 truth, faithfulnefs, and 
 unchangeablenefs, 29, 
 30, 31. imitation of his 
 moral perfections, 32. 
 fupreme dominion, 33, 
 34. enlargement of his 
 kingdom pray'd for,35 
 power in the kingdom 
 of nature, 38. in earth- 
 quakes, 39. majeftyand 
 mercy, 41. his favour 
 our life, 62. our fu- 
 premehappinefs,63,64. 
 his providence, 65. the 
 preferver of men, 66. 
 our times in his hand, 
 67. his condefcenfion, 
 17, 176. his condefcen- 
 fion implor'd, 68. his 
 name is love, 69. no re- 
 fpe&er of perfons, 175. 
 ;, 206. 
 
 the God of peace, 
 
 GOOD
 
 INDEX. 
 
 GOOD conference, theplea- 
 
 fures of it, 204. 
 GOSPEL, a glorious light, 
 135. excellency of it's 
 morals, 138. praife to 
 God for it, 13, 59. it's 
 fuccefs predicted, 133. 
 true freedom by it, i 34. 
 prayer for it's fuccefs, 
 35, 137. it'sfeaft, 250. 
 invitations, 165, 167. 
 not afham'd of it, 136. 
 GRACE, fufficiency of it 
 in Chrift, 181. 
 
 H 
 
 TTAPPINESS of the 
 
 J[ J_ pardon'd foul, 208. 
 
 HARVEST hymn, 56. 
 
 HEAVEN, view of it by 
 
 faith, 229. knowledge 
 
 and love perfected there, 
 
 226- abfenceofallevil, 
 
 222, 237. it's peaceful 
 
 fociety, 127, 128. 
 
 HEAVENLY mindedncfs, 
 
 128, 202. 
 
 Ho L Y Spirit promifed, 1 68 
 HOLINESS of God, 25. 
 HONOUR true and falfe, 
 
 *77- 
 HOPE, the fure anchor of 
 
 the foul, 186. 
 Hos ANN A to Chrift, 101. 
 HUMAN affairs, God's 
 
 condefcen/ion to them, 
 
 17. frailties lamented, 
 
 156. 
 HUMILIATION of Chrift 
 
 our exaltation, 85. 
 HUMILITY, Chiiftapat- 
 
 ternofit, 124. 
 
 Rr 
 
 HUMBLE majsfty of the 
 
 prince of peace, 87. 
 
 heart the abode of God, 
 
 176, 
 HUNGER and thir ft after 
 
 righteoufncfs, 260. 
 
 IDOLS not to be wor- 
 fhippecl, 8, 14, 243, 
 IMITATION of God, 32. 
 of Chrift, iii. of an- 
 gels, 37. of the faints, 
 190, 191. 
 INGRATITUDE lamented, 
 
 154. 
 INTERNAL purity defired, 
 
 169. 
 INVITATIONS of the gof- 
 
 pel, 165, 167. 
 JESUS the promifed Mef- 
 
 fiah, 76. fee Chrift. 
 JEWS, their unbelief and 
 
 cruelty, ico, 108. 
 TOKN, Chriit's fore-run- 
 ner, 83. 
 
 JUDGMENT day, 230, 
 23 6. K 
 
 KINGDOM of God. 
 prayer for it's en- 
 largement, 35. 
 KINGDOM of Chrift, not 
 
 of this world, 84. 
 KNOWLEDGE, imperfect 
 on earth, 225. pcrfcft 
 in heaven, 226. 
 L 
 
 LAMB of God, exhor- 
 s tation to behold 
 him, 114. 
 
 LAW, fulfill'd in Chrifr, 
 94. LIFE, 
 
 2
 
 INDEX. 
 
 LIFE, afurveyofit, 200. 
 it's frailty, 216. only 
 feafon for preparing for 
 another world, 47. 
 
 LIGHT of the world, 
 Chrift eminently fo,8 3. 
 
 LIVING facrifice, 259. 
 
 Loan's day, hymns for it 
 
 4 8 53- 2 47>. 2 48. 
 
 fupper, hymns fuited to 
 it, n 3 123. 
 
 LOST Sheep, parable of, 
 142. 
 
 LOVE of God and Chrift 
 in our redemption, 109. 
 the amiable name of 
 God, 69. to God, 69. 
 7:. to our neighbour, 
 69, 197. to enemies, 
 32, 107, 138. fee Cha- 
 rity, to an unfcen Sa- 
 viour, 115. 
 
 LOOKING on him whom 
 
 we have pierced, i 20. 
 
 M 
 
 MADNESS and folly 
 of fin, 163. ' 
 
 MAJESTY and mercy of 
 God, 41. 
 
 MAN, his frailty and mor- 
 tality, 216. 
 
 MANSIONS heavenly, pre- 
 par'd by Chrift, 252. 
 
 MESSIAH, his characters, 
 77. fee Chrift. 
 
 MINISTRY of angels, 1 44. 
 
 MIRACLSS of Chrift, 88. 
 at his death, 105. 
 
 MODERATION defcribed, 
 
 '97- ' 
 
 MORNING hymns, 44, 
 262. 
 
 MOSES and Chrift coro- 
 par'd, 91. his wife 
 choice, 196. his faith, 
 246. 
 
 N 
 
 NATIONAL mercies 
 acknowledged, 59, 
 242, 243. 
 NATIVITY of Chrift, 76, 
 
 77, &c. 
 NAZARETH'S ingratitude, 
 
 NEW covenant confirm'd 
 by Chrift's death, 1 1 8. 
 year, reflections on it, 
 53. Jerufalem, 237. 
 
 NOAH'S faith and obedi- 
 ence, 194. 
 
 NOT ASHAM'D of Chrift, 
 183. or of his gofpel, 
 ^36. 
 
 NOVEMBER, jth, hymns 
 on that anniverfary,24i 
 242, 243. 
 O 
 
 f^BEDIENCE, the ne- 
 
 Vw/ ceffity of it, 122, 
 
 #3.i 
 OFFICES of Chrift, no. 
 
 OLD leaven purged 'out, 
 
 "3- 
 OPENING of the books, 
 
 2351 P 
 
 PARABLE, of the loft 
 fheep, 142. of the 
 prodigal fon, 145. pha- 
 rifee and publican, 147. 
 of the fower, 261 . wed- 
 ding garment, 148. 
 treafure in a field & the 
 rich
 
 INDEX. 
 
 rich pearl, 149. the 
 rich fool furpriz'd, i 50. 
 rich man and Lazarus, 
 151. ten virgins, 152. 
 
 PARDON, God ready to 
 beftow it, 145, 146. 
 
 PAR DON 'D Soul, his hap- 
 pinefs, 208. 
 
 PATIENCE ofGod, 27. 
 
 PASSOVER, Chriftis ours, 
 113. 
 
 PEACE, ChriiVs legacy, 
 189. makers their bleff- 
 ednefs, 255. 
 
 PEACEFUL focietyof hea- 
 ven, 237, 238. 
 
 PETER'S frailty, 156. 
 
 PiLGRiMAGEofthefaints 
 171. 
 
 PLE AsuRESof agoodcon- 
 fcienee, 204. of religi- 
 on, 185. 
 
 POOR regarded by God, 
 '75- 
 
 POVERTY of fpirit, its 
 bleflednefs, 205. 
 
 POWER of God, fee God. 
 
 PRAISE the bufinefsof li/e 
 57. for the gofpel, fee 
 gofpel. 
 
 PRAYER, hymn before it, 
 40. and praife for tem- 
 poral mercies, 43. 
 
 PRESENCE of God the beft 
 fupport in life & death, 
 58. 
 
 PRIESTHOOD of Chrift, 
 
 '2J- 
 
 PROGRESS in religion. 199 
 PROPHECIES relating to 
 Chriit, 76. 
 
 PROVIDKNCF of God, 65. 
 it's difficulties, 74. ex- 
 plained, 226. 
 
 Ps ALMS turned iato verfe, 
 or paraphras'd, viii. i z. 
 xix. 13. xcvi. ift. part 
 14. c. 15. ciii. i 8. 
 1 6. cxiii. [7, 1 8. cxxii. 
 19. cxlvi. 20. 
 
 PUITY of heart prayM 
 for, 169. 
 
 QUARRELS & ftrifc, 
 unbecoming Chrif- 
 cians, 227, 228. 
 QUENCHING the fpirir, 
 the danger of it, 184. 
 
 R 
 ACE, the Chriftian, 
 
 170. 
 
 EDEMPTION the joy of 
 angels, 143. by the pre- 
 cious blood of Chrift, 
 1 66, 256. and falvation 
 256. 
 RESIGNATION to piovi- 
 
 dence, 213. 
 RELIGIOUS chearfulncfs, 
 
 185. 
 REST on earth, a vain 
 
 imagination, 201. 
 RELIGION, vain without 
 love, 209. the founda- 
 tion of national happi- 
 nefs, 240. 
 
 RESURRECTION of Chrift, 
 fee Chrift and Loa-d's- 
 day. of the faints, a 20 
 225, 251. 
 
 RICH fool fupriz'd, 150. 
 RICHES, their infufficien-
 
 INDEX. 
 
 cy, 219. the true Rich- 
 es, 164. 
 
 RISEN with Chrift, 128. 
 
 ROOM at the gofpel feaft, 
 250. 
 
 QACRAMENTS, fee 
 1^ Lord's fupper & bap- 
 
 tifm. 
 SACRIFICE of Chrift,io4, 
 
 no, 123. 
 
 SAINT indeed, 197. 
 SAINTS, their priviledges, 
 
 honour and duty, 178. 
 SALVATION by grace, 86. 
 
 of the foul, 256. 
 SEASONS of the year, 54. 
 SELF- knowledge, 1 70. 
 
 dedication, 70, 259. 
 
 government, 64, 170, 
 
 i?7 1 97- 
 SEEING through a glafs, 
 
 and face to face, 225, 
 
 226. 
 SERMON, hymn before & 
 
 after, 261. 
 SEEKING divine inftruc- 
 
 tion, 6l. 
 SETTING God before us, 
 
 duty and advantages of 
 
 it, 246. 
 SHEEP of Chrift, their 
 
 character, and fecurity, 
 
 96. and goats feparated 
 
 224. 
 
 SINCERITY, 204. 
 SIN, cuftom in it, 161. 
 
 folly and madnefs of it, 
 
 163. Chrift's greateft 
 
 enemy, 108. 
 SLEEPING finneralarm'd, 
 
 249. 
 
 SLUGGARD, reprov'd and 
 inftrufted, 157, 158. 
 
 SONG of angels, 78, 80, 
 81. 
 
 SONS of God, 22,178,202. 
 
 SOUL, it's fuperior digni- 
 ty, 258. 
 
 SLOTH reprov'd, 1 5 7, 158. 
 lamented, 230. 
 
 SHORTNESS of life, 216. 
 
 SPIRITUALITY of God, 
 8. 
 
 SPRING feafon, 54, 55. 
 
 STEWARD preparing for 
 his account, 230. 
 
 STORM & thunder, 38,54. 
 
 STEDFAST Chriftian's fe- 
 curity, 187. 
 
 STRENGTHENED by the 
 grace in Chrift, 1 8 1 . 
 
 SUN of righteoufnefs, 83. 
 
 SUPPORT under troubles, 
 6, 20, 29, 73, 252, fee 
 Afflictions. 
 
 SYMPATHYofChrift,II2. 
 
 T 
 
 TABLE of. the Lord, 
 fee Lord's fupper. 
 
 THANKSGIVING for pri- 
 vate mercies, 43. for 
 national, 242, 243, 
 
 TERRORS of confcience, 
 203. 
 
 TIME, it's value, 47. 
 
 THOMAS'S unbelief, 129. 
 
 THUNDER, 38, 54. 
 
 TRANSFIGURATIOH of 
 Chrift, 89, 90, 91. 
 
 TRIUMPH of Chrift over 
 his enemies, 131. 
 
 TRUST in God, 73. 
 
 TRUTH
 
 INDEX. 
 
 TRUTH and faithfulnefs 
 
 of God, 29, 30. 
 TYPES, fulfill din Chrift, 
 
 VICTORY over death, 
 through Chrift,22o. 
 VIRGINS, parable of the 
 
 ten, 152. 
 
 UNITY of God, 3. 
 UNCHANGEABLENESS of 
 Chrift, 253. 
 W 
 
 WALKING in Chrift, 
 184. 
 W A N D F R i N G thoughts la- 
 
 mented, 51. 
 WAR, our duty under that 
 
 national calamity, 240. 
 WARFA*t,Chriftian, 188 
 WARNING to Britain, 25 4 
 WATCHFULNESS, necef- 
 
 fity for it, 170. 
 WATER and blood, 120. 
 WE DOING garment, 1 48. 
 
 WISDOM of God in his 
 works, 9, 10, inthefor- 
 formation of man, 257, 
 258. her exhortation to 
 youth, i 59. to mankind, 
 1 64. her excellency and 
 gifts, 1 60. 
 
 WORDS of eternal life 
 found with Chrift only, 
 263. 
 
 WORLD, it's temptations, 
 162. end, 236. 
 
 Wou N D E D confcience203 
 
 T7OUTH exhorted to 
 X remember their crea- 
 tor, 159. the beft time 
 for religion, 158. 
 YOK E of Chrift eafy, 1 24. 
 /Li 
 
 ZEAL, true and falfe, 
 211, 212. 
 
 ZION, prayer for her prof- 
 perity, 19. fee Gofpel.
 
 TABLE 
 
 O F T H E 
 
 PRINCIPAL TEXTS 
 
 That are paraphras'd or alluded to in 
 the foregoing Hymns. 
 
 Hymn 
 
 Hymn 
 
 GEN. i. i, 2, &c. 
 H 
 
 1 1 
 
 10 
 
 Deut. vi. 4 
 xxxii. 39 
 
 3 
 4 
 
 
 iii. i 
 
 226 
 
 Joflv. x. 13 
 
 34 
 
 
 9, 10 
 
 206 
 
 i Sam. ii. 30 
 
 177 
 
 
 H 
 
 163 
 
 i K. xviii. 28 
 
 119 
 
 
 1720, 
 
 ICO, 
 
 2 K. ii. 1 1 
 
 89 
 
 
 2OI, 
 
 217 
 
 i Chron. xxviii. 9 
 
 169 
 
 
 2 4 
 
 X 43 
 
 xxix. 12 
 
 *75 
 
 
 vi. ii 
 
 194 
 
 Nehem. ix. 5 
 
 4 
 
 
 vii. 7, i i, 16 
 
 
 Job iii. 17 20 
 
 J 7S 
 
 
 22, 
 
 194 
 
 iv. 1 8 
 
 4 
 
 
 xii. 14, 
 
 >95 
 
 v. 6 
 
 214 
 
 
 xvm. 25 
 
 26 
 
 7 
 
 201 
 
 
 xxxix. 9 
 
 246 
 
 vii. 10 
 
 217 
 
 
 xlix. 10 
 
 76 
 
 viii. 9 
 
 74 
 
 Exod 
 
 xxxiv. 35 
 
 89 
 
 xi. 7 
 
 7 
 
 Lev. 
 
 xx vi. 8 
 
 33 
 
 xiv. 2 
 
 216 
 
 Numb. xvii. 18 215 
 
 4 
 
 217 
 
 
 xxi. 8, 9 
 
 141 
 
 xv. 15 
 
 4
 
 TEXTS. 
 
 
 Hymn 
 
 Hymn 
 
 xix. 25, 26 
 
 , 27 2.5 1 
 
 12 
 
 2 lO 
 
 xxiii. io 
 
 2.5 
 
 xcii. 2 
 
 t 
 
 xxy. 5 
 
 4> 25 
 
 xcvi. i io 
 
 4 
 
 xxvi. 14 
 
 7 
 
 xcvii. i 33 
 
 > 4 l 
 
 xxxii. 8 22, 
 
 J 53 2 57 
 
 2 
 
 74 
 
 xxxiv. 19 
 
 175 
 
 C. 
 
 '5 
 
 XXXV. 1 I 
 
 
 cii. 26, 27 
 
 
 Pfalm ii. 7 
 
 126 
 
 ciii. i 8 
 
 16 
 
 viii. 
 
 12 
 
 1 1 
 
 7 
 
 ix. 15 
 
 2 4 2 
 
 20 
 
 37 
 
 xiv. i 
 
 2 M3 
 
 civ. 2, 19 
 
 35 
 
 xvi. 8 
 
 204, 246 
 
 2, 24 
 
 10 
 
 IO 
 
 125 
 
 2 4 
 
 4 
 
 xvii. 15 
 
 251 
 
 3 2 
 
 4 
 
 xix. 
 
 '3 
 
 cvii. 8 23 
 
 , 24 
 
 xxiii. 2, 3 
 
 90 
 
 25, 26, 29 
 
 38 
 
 4 
 
 140 
 
 cxiii. 17 
 
 , 18 
 
 5 
 
 46 
 
 cxvi. 1 6 
 
 70 
 
 xxix. 3, 4, 7 
 
 ,8 38 
 
 cxviii. 8 
 
 73 
 
 xxx. 5 
 
 62 
 
 24 
 
 50 
 
 xxxi. 15 
 
 67 
 
 cxxi 3> 4 
 
 6 
 
 xxxii. i 
 
 208 
 
 4 
 
 44 
 
 xxxvi. 36 
 
 23,24 
 
 cxxii. 
 
 '9 
 
 xxxix. 2, 9 
 
 214 
 
 cxxvi. 6 
 
 S^ 
 
 4 5 
 
 216 
 
 cxxix. r4 
 
 22 
 
 12 
 
 171 
 
 cxxx. 3 
 
 I 4 6 
 
 xl. 6-9 
 
 '. 102 
 
 CXXX1X. I, 2, &C. 2-8, 
 
 ,169 
 
 xlii. i i 
 
 1 79 
 
 H, 15, 16 
 
 2 57 
 
 li. io 
 
 169 
 
 cxlv. 9 
 
 4> 7 
 
 "f 
 
 146,205 
 
 15, 16 23 
 
 , 24 
 
 Ivi. 4, 8 
 
 73 
 
 17 
 
 2 5 
 
 Ixix. 33 
 
 P 7S 
 
 cxlvi. throughout 
 
 20 
 
 Ixxiii. 24 
 
 245 
 
 4 
 
 73 
 
 28 
 
 42 
 
 cxlvii. 4 
 
 4 
 
 Ixxiv. 1 6 
 
 49 
 
 9 
 
 
 Ixxvii. 19 
 
 7 
 
 cxlviii 8 
 
 35 
 
 Ixxviii. 70, 71 
 
 *' I75 
 
 Prov. iii. 5, 6 
 
 24; 
 
 Jxxxiv. 1 1 
 
 63 
 
 *3 9 
 
 160 
 
 Ixxxv. io 
 
 " 106 
 
 7 
 
 185 
 
 Ixxxix. 14 
 
 -* -7 
 
 v - 5 
 
 156 
 
 XC. I, 2 
 
 5 6 
 
 vi. 6 
 
 158 
 
 Sf
 
 TEXTS. 
 
 Hymn 
 
 
 Hymn 
 
 viii. 17 
 
 '59 
 
 Lam. iii. 23 
 
 44 
 
 18, 19 
 
 164 
 
 24 
 
 63 
 
 x. 7 
 
 191 
 
 4i 
 
 2 5 
 
 xiii 15 
 
 163 
 
 Ezek. xviii. 4 
 
 >75 
 
 xiv. 26 
 
 7^ 
 
 Dan. iv. 35 
 
 34 
 
 34 
 
 240 
 
 vii. 10 
 
 35 
 
 xv. 3 
 
 4 
 
 ix. 21 
 
 37 
 
 xvi. 32 
 
 138 
 
 26 
 
 76 
 
 xviii. 14 
 
 203 
 
 Hof. xi. 8 
 
 27 
 
 xxi. i 
 
 33 
 
 Mic. ii. 10 
 
 201 
 
 xxiv. 9 
 
 138 
 
 vi. 9 
 
 39 
 
 xxvii. i 
 
 161 
 
 Hag. ii. 9 
 
 76 
 
 Ecc. v. 2 
 
 40 
 
 Mai. ii. 10 
 
 175 
 
 viii. 8 
 
 219 
 
 iv. 2 
 
 83 
 
 ix. 6 
 
 217 
 
 Mat. i. 21 
 
 82 
 
 10 
 
 47 
 
 ii. 13 
 
 99 
 
 xii. i 159, 
 
 161 
 
 iii. 13 to the end 2 38 
 
 7 
 
 217 
 
 '7 
 
 I 10 
 
 H 
 
 231 
 
 iv. 1 1 
 
 144 
 
 Ifai. i. 3 
 
 154 
 
 16 
 
 83 
 
 vi. 2, 3, 4 
 
 36 
 
 v - 3 
 
 205 
 
 2. 
 
 7 
 
 6 
 
 260 
 
 3 
 
 2 5 
 
 9 
 
 2 55 
 
 7 
 
 121 
 
 J7 
 
 94 
 
 viii. 13 
 
 2 5 
 
 18 
 
 2 9> 2 53 
 
 ix. 6, 7 
 
 77 
 
 28 
 
 169 
 
 xxxii. 15 
 
 J 37 
 
 44> 45- 
 
 32,138 
 
 xl. 6, 7 
 
 216 
 
 vi. 10 
 
 35> '37 
 
 18 
 
 8 
 
 1 1 
 
 43 
 
 27 ad fin. 
 
 180 
 
 2O, 21 
 
 171 
 
 liii. 5 
 
 99 
 
 1z6 
 
 65 
 
 7 
 
 114 
 
 28, 29, 
 
 30 65 
 
 12 
 
 103 
 
 33 
 
 65 
 
 IV. 1,2 
 
 5 2 
 
 34 
 
 75 
 
 14 
 
 165 
 
 vii. 8 12 
 
 *68 
 
 Ivii. 15 176, 
 Ixvi. i 
 
 205 
 35 
 
 12 
 
 '3>'4 
 
 204 
 156,162 
 
 Jer. vi. 7 
 
 244 
 
 21 
 
 173 
 
 x. 23 
 
 245 
 
 22,23 
 
 174 
 
 xiii. 23 
 
 161 
 
 viii. 10, ii 
 
 93 
 
 xvii. I 
 
 244 
 
 26,27 
 
 88
 
 TEXTS. 
 
 Hymn 
 
 Hymn 
 
 x 1 6 184 
 
 39 i8i 
 
 29, 30 65 
 
 viii. 38 to the end 1 83 
 
 38 183 
 
 xv. 28 103 
 
 xi; 5 88 
 
 xvi. 7, 18 132 
 
 19 99 
 
 Luke i. 19 37 
 
 28 250 
 
 ii. 7, 16 81 
 
 29 212 
 
 11, 13, 14 78 
 
 30 119, 124 
 
 iv. 1 8 79 
 
 XII. I 8 22 87 
 
 . vii. 41, 42 146 
 
 36 138 
 
 jcm. 2, 3, &c. 261 
 
 viii. 3 97 
 5^ &c. 261 
 
 3134 133 
 
 ix. 26 183 
 
 39 56 
 
 28-36 89,90,91 
 
 43 178 
 
 32, 33 90 
 
 4447 149 
 
 34 35 9 1 
 
 53 to the end 1 55 
 
 5457 212 
 
 xvi. 1 8 241 
 
 58 97 
 
 27 232 
 
 x. 24 81 
 
 xvii. i6 89 
 
 xi. 13 168 
 
 xxi. 8, 9, 15 10 1 
 
 xii. 2 iSj 
 
 xxii. 1 1 15 148 
 
 16 22 150 
 
 37 7 2 
 
 xiv. 16 23 250 
 
 xxiv. 27 133 
 
 xv. 3 8 142 
 
 30,31 143,234 
 
 10 143 
 
 xxv. i 14 152 
 
 1125 '45 
 
 15, 21, 30 230 
 
 XVI. 2 230 
 
 3134 224 
 
 8 172 
 
 xxvi. 2628 i 1 8 
 
 22 144 
 
 3336 156 
 
 19 27 151 
 
 48, 49 99, 173 
 
 xviii. 10 15 147 
 
 . 5 6 99 
 
 xxii. 4 99 
 
 xxvn. 26 1 08 
 
 42 111,213 
 
 28 30 100 
 
 43 44 
 
 , 45 Io8 
 
 4*> 44 95 
 
 46 99 
 
 xxiii. 34 111,138,107 
 
 51 55,105,108 
 
 50 125 
 
 57-61 125 
 
 xxiv. 50, 51 130 
 
 66 126 
 
 John i. 4, 9 83 
 
 xx viii. 2 8 126,127 
 
 13 177 
 
 18 186 
 
 14 no 
 
 Markiv. 4, 5, &c. 261 
 
 36 114
 
 TEXTS. 
 
 Hymn 
 
 Hymn 
 
 iii. 14, 15 141 
 
 xvi. 25 58 
 
 I 'J IIO 
 
 xvii. 26 67 
 
 iv. 24 8 
 
 28 5-, 159 
 
 34 i" 
 
 Horn. i. 16 136 
 
 v - 3? 83 
 
 20 2, 9 
 
 vi. 55 118, 1 16 
 
 22 3 
 
 68 263 
 
 ii. 4 27 
 
 viii. 12 83 
 
 ii 175 
 
 36 134 
 
 iv. 12 195 
 
 56 78 
 
 19, 20 195 
 
 x. 3, 4, &c. 96 
 
 25 50 
 
 27, 28 96 
 
 v. 69 109 
 
 xi. 35 2M 
 
 vi. 4 - 239 
 
 42 131 
 
 vii. 10 220 
 
 xii. 26 iii 
 
 viii. i, 2 207 
 
 3 2 '33 
 
 9 '73 
 
 xiii. 4, 5 92 
 
 17 I77. 1 / 8 
 
 34 69 
 
 28 214 
 
 xiv. i 4 252 
 
 32 29, 108 
 
 13 182 
 
 33 208 
 
 27 189 
 
 34 2 47 
 
 xv. 8 51 
 
 3510 the end 187 
 
 Xviii. n in 
 
 37 *9 
 
 36 84 
 
 xii. i 259 
 
 xix. 30 104,105,108 
 
 3 97 
 
 34 38 120 
 
 20 138 
 
 3810 the end 125 
 
 xiii. 11,12 249 
 
 xx. 25 30 i 29 
 
 i Cor. i. 23, 24 106 
 
 Afts i. 10, ii H4 
 
 ii. 9 224 
 
 ii. i 12 132 
 
 iii. 1 6, 17 176 
 
 25 246 
 
 v. 7 114 
 
 27 125,127 
 
 7,8 113 
 
 iv, 19 132 
 
 viii. 5, 6 3 
 
 v. 5 132 
 
 ix. 24 27 170 
 
 zi) 132 
 
 25 197 
 
 vii. 48 25 
 
 x. 31 70 
 
 x. 34 175 
 
 xiii. throughout, 209, 
 
 42 I2 7 
 
 210 
 
 xi. 26 173 
 
 12 226 
 
 xiii. 33 126 
 
 XV. 20 221 
 
 35 12 S 
 
 26 251
 
 TEXTS. 
 
 Hymn 
 
 Hymn 
 
 34 
 
 249 
 
 | 
 
 125 
 
 49o3 
 
 223 
 
 6 
 
 9' 
 
 55 
 
 128 
 
 H 43 
 
 144 
 
 55 5 8 
 
 220 
 
 ii. 3 
 
 255 
 
 2 Cor. i. 1 2 
 
 204 
 
 9 
 
 127 
 
 v. 14 
 
 1 10 
 
 17, 1 8 
 
 112 
 
 vi. 2 
 
 i f;8 
 
 iii. 5, 6 
 
 9 
 
 vii. 10 
 
 185 
 
 7 
 
 i, -8 
 
 viii. 9 
 
 
 iv. 15, 1-6 
 
 112 
 
 ix. 6 
 
 56 
 
 v. 10 94, 
 
 123 
 
 xii. 9 
 
 181 
 
 vi. i 
 
 199 
 
 Gal. iii. 13 
 
 80 
 
 6 
 
 J 7S 
 
 iv. 4 
 
 80 
 
 12 
 
 190 
 
 V. I 
 
 2 \Z 
 
 18 
 
 29 
 
 22, 23 
 
 '39 
 
 19 186, 
 
 
 Eph. ii. 5 
 
 86 
 
 vii. i i 
 
 I2 3 
 
 iii. 17 
 
 189 
 
 21 24 
 
 94 
 
 18, 19 
 
 98 
 
 21-27 
 
 123 
 
 1 9 
 
 I 21 
 
 26 
 
 114 
 
 V. 2 I 10, 
 
 I8 4 
 
 ix. 14 
 
 114 
 
 vi. 1 3 19 
 
 188 
 
 24, 25 
 
 123 
 
 Phil. ii. 7, 8 79, 
 
 232 
 
 x. 4 
 
 94 
 
 912 
 
 82 
 
 i 4 
 
 123 
 
 iii. 20 
 
 202 
 
 5-8 
 
 102 
 
 21 
 
 221 
 
 II, 12 
 
 1 2 3 
 
 iv. 5 
 
 '97 
 
 xi. i 
 
 229 
 
 11 97 
 
 198 
 
 4 '9 1 ' 
 
 192 
 
 '3 
 
 181 
 
 5 
 
 193 
 
 Col. ii. 6 
 
 184 
 
 7 
 
 194 
 
 '5 
 
 131 
 
 8,9 
 
 '95 
 
 iii. i 
 
 128 
 
 12, 17 20 
 
 
 17 
 
 182 
 
 24,25 196 
 
 ,246 
 
 iThef.iv. 13, 14 
 
 221 
 
 33> 34 
 
 191 
 
 v. 19 
 
 I8 4 
 
 Xll. I 
 
 199 
 
 iTim.vi. 6 
 
 198 
 
 6, II, 12 
 
 214 
 
 2 Tim. i. 10 
 
 '35 
 
 xiii. S 
 
 2 53 
 
 ii. 12 
 
 183 
 
 20 
 
 206 
 
 '3 
 
 29 
 
 James i. 5 
 
 61 
 
 Tit. i. 2 
 
 29 
 
 7 
 
 3 - 
 
 16 
 
 173 
 
 ii. 23 
 
 
 Hcb. i. 3 
 
 131 
 
 iv. 14 
 
 216
 
 T 
 
 E X 
 
 T S. 
 
 
 
 Hymn 
 
 
 Hymn 
 
 r. 9 
 
 232 
 
 18 
 
 223 
 
 j Pet. i. 3, 4 
 
 126 
 
 ii. 4, 
 
 5 254 
 
 8 
 
 1 15 
 
 iii. 20 
 
 158 
 
 12 ( 
 
 ? ? > '43 
 
 X' '3 
 
 9 1 
 
 1 8, 19 
 
 
 vii. 14 
 
 ,17 222 
 
 166,256 
 
 1510 the end237 
 
 "4 
 
 216 
 
 x. 5, 
 
 6 233 
 
 ii. 1 1 
 
 7' 
 
 xii. 1 1 
 
 190 
 
 22 
 
 114 
 
 xiv. 4 
 
 184 
 
 iii. i 8 
 
 109 
 
 '3 
 
 222 
 
 20 
 
 2 7 
 
 xv. 1 6 
 
 2 3> 
 
 2 Pet. ii. 5 
 
 194 
 
 xvii. 6 
 
 21 I 
 
 iii. 8 
 
 5 
 
 xviii. 6 ; 
 
 , 20, 21 241 
 
 11,12 
 
 236 
 
 XX. 12 
 
 235 
 
 ijohniii. i 4 
 
 178 
 
 xxi. 4 
 
 222 
 
 iv. ic, 19 
 
 2C5 
 
 4, 
 
 22 to the end 
 
 g 
 
 69 
 
 
 237 
 
 v. 6 
 
 120 
 
 xxii. i, 
 
 2 226 
 
 Jude i 4, i 5 
 
 232 
 
 17 
 
 I6 7 
 
 Rev. i. 7 
 
 234 
 
 
 
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