OLNEX HOTS IN THREE BOOKS. Demy 1?>mo, contemporary, sprinkled calf, tooled in blind,sprinkled edges, London, February 1779* Sixty-seven of the Hymns comprising this collection were composed by Cowper, mostly during 1771-1772 , two, however, U XLVI, "The Happy Change", and XLVIi; Retirement" were apparently written Ian 1763, and one No. 55 "Light Shining put of Darkness" in January 1773» Jus^ ^before an attack of insanity. The re- maining 2?>1 hymns in the collection twere written by John Newton, of Olney, /Bucks, and publiced in one volume, fesubdivided into three books, Cowper*s Hymns being distinguished from Newton's 'by the affixing of the letter C. % These hymns were reprinted in 17^1, 92, 95 and 1797, and while published in this format in Cowper*s lifetime, were not included in his Collected Poems until after 12>00, The first edition is the more interesting because errors crept into the reprints. Cowper first met John Newton, then a curate, in September 17^7 > with whom ' he formed an enduring friendship. It was at Newton's suggestion he began to write hymns, when he was staying with him at Olney- he remained with Newton till 17^6. . During .the.years 1772, OLNEY HYMNS, I N THREE BOOKS, Book I. On feleft Texts of Scripture. Book II. On occafional Subjects. Book III. On the Progrefs and Changes of the Spiritual Life. ■ ■ ■ Cantabitis, Arcades, inquit, Montibus haec veftris: foli cantare periti Arcades. O mihi turn quam molliter offa quiefcant, Veftra meos olim fi fiftula dicat amores ! Virgil, Eel. x. 31. And they fang as it were a new fong before the throne;—and no man could learn that fong, but the redeemed from the earth. Rev. xiv, 3. As forrowful—yet always rejoicing, 2 Cor. vi. 10. LONDON: Printed and Sold by W. Oliver, N°i2, Bartholomew-CIofe j Sold alfo by J Buckland, N" 57, Pater-nofter-Row; and J. Johnson, N° 72, St Paul's Church-yard. M DCC LXXIX. [ v ] PREFACE. PfjeOSQ^OPIES of a few of thefe ^ C ^ Hymns have already appeared *n Per*oc^cal publications, and in fome recent collections. I have obferved one or two of them at- tributed to perfons who certainly had no concern in them, but as tranfcribers. All that have been at different times parted with in manufcript are included in the prefent volume; and (if the in- formation were of any great importance) the public may be allured, that the whole number were compofed by two perfons only. The original delign would not admit of any other aflociation. A a defire vi PREFACE. defire of promoting the faith and com- fort of fincere chriftians, though the principal;, was not the only motive to this undertaking. It was likewife in- tended as a monument, to perpetuate the remembrance of an intimate and endeared friendfhip. With this pleafing view I entered upon my part, which would have been fmaller than it is, and the book would have appeared much fooner, and in a very different form, if the wife, though myfterious pro- vidence of God, had not feen fit to crofs my wifhes. We had not proceeded far upon our propofed plan, before my dear friend was prevented, by a long and affe<5ting indifpofition, from afford- ing me any farther affiftance. My grief and difappointment were great j I hung my harp upon the willows, and for fome time thought myfelf determined to pro- ceed no farther without him. Yet my mind was afterwards led to refume the fervice. My progrefs in it, amidft a variety ^ *■. PREFACE. vii ' faith and com- variety of other engagements, has been «VtWi§ul* flow, yet in a courfe of years the hymns e onYj motive to v amounted to a confiderable number : t ms WWife iii- And my deference to the judgment and lent, to perpetuate defires of others, has at length over- of an intimate and come the reluflance I long felt to fee p. With this plea™ them in print, while I had fo few of ipon my part, vttf my friend's hymns to infert in the col- fmaller than it is, and! ledtion. Though it is poflible a good have appeared mud judge of compofition might be able to t very different form, diftinguifh thofe which are his, I have uoh myfterious pro- thought it proper to preclude a mifap- had not feen fit to plication, by prefixing the letter C to We had not proceedet each of them. For the reft I muft be vfclplin>w refponfible. prevented, by , ^here is a ftile and manner fuited to eStact. m'he comP°fitionh7mns) which may py be more luccelsrully, or at leait more :nt*'Sjforfo» eaflly attained by a verfifier, than by a ' inedtop* Poet- They fhould be Hymns, not Odes, fell deter ^ if defigned for public worfhip, and for dithout him. ^ ^ upe 0£- pjapn people. Perfpicuity, ids led to re^ plmpjjcjty an(j eafe^ fhould be chiefly in vari£tt attended to ; and the imagery and color- a 2 ing Vlli P R tfgrace, I hof | Dfing the friii! m experience, views of real ch- MS, But I c iofkntl have P R ~E ~T ACE. ing of poetry, if admitted at all, fhould be indulged very fparingly and with jlefame, in '* great judgment. The late Dr JVatts, many of whofe hymns are admirable patterns in this fpecies of writing, might, as a poet, have a right to fay, That it coft him fome labor to reftrain his fire, and to accommodate himfelf to the capacities of common readers. But it would not become me to make fuch a declaration. It behoved me to do my beft. But though I would not offend readers of tafte by a wilful coarfenefs, and negligence, I do not write pro- feffedly for them. If the Lord whom I ferve, has been pleafed to favor me with that mediocrity of talent, which may qualify me for ufefulnefs to the weak and the poor of his flock, without quite difgufting perfons of fuperior difcemment, 1 have reafon to be fatis- -:. rd's an0in houfutof. j WrePard ■. 1 . • If v.i L. LEgion was-my name by nature, Let hearts and tongues unite Let me dwell on Golgotha, - - - Let us adore the grace that feeks - Let us love, and Jing, and wonder, Let worldly minds the world purfue, - Lord, my foul with pleafure fprings, Lord, thou haft won, at length I yield, Lord, who haft fufter'd all for me, - Lord, what is man ! extremes how wide, - -- -- -- -- M. MAnna to Ifrael well fupply'd - - Martha her love and joy exprefs'd Mary to her Saviour's tomb - May the grace of Christ our Saviour, Mercy, O thou Son of David ! - - My barns are full, my ftores increafe, My former hopes are dead, - - My God ! how perfect are thy ways ! My God ! till I receiv'd thy ftroke, - My harp untun'd, and laid afide, - - My fong fhall blefs the Lord of all, - My foul once had its plenteous years, My foul, this curious houfe of clay, - ■0 CONTENTS. My foul is befet ------- My foul is fad and much difmay'd ; N. "VTAy, I cannot let Thee go, - - i-N No ftrength of nature can fufKce No words can declare, ----- Not to Sinai's dreadful blaze, - - - Now, gracious Lord, thine arm reveal, Now let us join with hearts and tongues, Now may fervent pray'r arife - - - Now may the Lord reveal his face, - Now, Lord, infpire the preacher's heart, - -- -- - - -- Now may He who from the dead - - O. OF all the gifts thine hand beftows, Often thy public means of grace, Oft as the bell, with folemn toll, - Oft as the leper's cafe I read, - - Oft in vain the voice of truth, O God, whofe favorable eye - - O David's Son, and David's Lord ! O Lord, our languid fouls infpire, .O Lord, how vile am I, - O Lord, my beft defire fulfill O thou, at whofe almighty word - O happy they who know the Lord, O fpeak that gracious word again, Oh ! for a clofer walk with God, Page 220 333 '3 384 3°7 40 189 228 191 41Q 415 421 403 418 - 27a - 102 391 204 233 3l7 344 202 236 373 4 Oh, h ■ 310 CONTENTS. Oh, may the pow'r which melts the rock, - -- -- -- -- O how I love thy holy word, - - Once a woman filent ftood - - - - Once perilhing in blood I lay, - - Once, while we aim'd at Zion's fongs, On man, in his own image mad6, On the fame flow'r we often fee - - One awful word which Jesus fpoke, - One glance of thine, eternal Lord, - One there is, above all others, Opprefs'd with unbelief and fin, - - Our Lord, who knows full well - - P. PEnfive, doubting, fearful heart, - Phyfician of my fin-fick foul, - - Pleafing fpring again is here ! - - - Poor Efau repented too late - - - Poor finners ! little do they think - - Poor, weak, and worthlefs tho' I am, Pray'r an anfwer will obtain, - - - Preachers may, from EzekieFs cafe, - Precious Bible ! what a treafure - - Prepare a thankful fong - - - - Qs xxi Page 259 330 i2r 87 239 290 120 . 36° 67 160 132 80 103 220 10 92 39 108 198 256 411 q: Uiet, Lord, my froward heart, - 387 R. REfrefhed by the bread and wine, Rejoice, believer, in the Lord, 252 408 Remember xxii CONTENTS. k Remember us, we pray thee, Lord, - Return to blefs my waiting eyes, - - S. QAfely thro' another week, - - - ^ Salvation! what a glorious plan, - Sav'd by blood I live to tell, - Saviour fhine and cheer my foul, - - Saviour, vifit thy plantation, - - - See Aaron, God's anointed prieft, See ! another year is gone ! - - - See, how rude winter's icy hand - See ! the corn again in ear ! - - - See the gloomy gath'ring cloud - - See, the world for youth prepares, Shall men pretend to pleafure - - - Sight, hearing, feeling, tafte and fmell Simon, beware ! the Saviour faid, Sin, when view'd by fcripture light, - Sinner, hear the Saviour's call, - - Sinner, art thou ftili fecure ? - - Sin enflav'd. me many years, - Sin has undone our wretched race, Sometimes a light furprizes - - - Son of God ! thy peoples fhield ! - - Sovereign grace has pow'r alone - - Stop, poor finner ! ftop and think Strange and myfterious is my life, - - Supported by the word, - Sweet was the time when firft I felt - Sweeter founds than mufic knows - - Page 4i7 346 229 409 374 57 243 25 183 216 224 262 3°° 311 362 134 398 314 312 385 *93 367 94 137 3°9 161 90 55 226 Ton ^Lo TteLoi - CONTENTS. xxiii T. Page TEN thoufand talents once I ow'd, 389 That was a wonder-working word 277 That man no guard or weapons needs, 62 The church a garden is - - - - 127 The God who once to Ifrael fpoke - 200 The grafs, and flowr's, which clothe the field, - - 223 The Lord, our falvation and light, - 230 The Spirit breathes upon the word, - 255 The gath'ring clouds, with afpe£t dark, 258 5 The book of nature open lies, - - - 278 lll The moon in filver glory fhone, - - 283 J24 The moon has but a borrow'd light, - 284 The ice and fnow we lately faw, - - 288 300 The fubtle fpider often weaves - - 291 I11 The Saviour calls his people fheep, - 294 fa The water flood like walls of brafs, - 297 iji The billows fwell, the winds are high, 331 fa The Saviour hides his face! 337 3*4 The new-born child of gofpel-grace, - 390 312 The Lord receives his higheft praife, 393, 385 • The wifhes that the fluggard frames, - 401 153 The faints Emmanuel's portion are, 420, fa The peace which God alone reveals, - 422 94 The Father we adore, ----- 423 137 The caftle of the human heart - - - 125 3°9 The evils that befet our path - - - 69 161 The kine unguided went - - - 35 90 The Lord will happinefs divine - - 81 55 The Lord proclaims his grace abroad ! 88 lib. The U xxiv CONTENTS. Page The lion that on Sampfon roar'd, - 31 The manna favor'd Ifrael's meat, - - 21 The mefiage firft to Smyrna fent, - - 170 The prophets f 34 - 36 - 32 104 - 16 h 25* *59 - 23 - 63 - 27 - 112 When xxvi CONTENTS. Page When Tinners utter boafting words, - 99 When the difciples crofs'd the lake - 117 When the apoftle wonders wrought, - 154 When defcending from the fky, - - ill When any turn from Zion's way, - 143 When the belov'd difciple took - - 174 When Peter thro'the tedious night - 192 When Mofes wav'd his myftic rod - 199 When Paul was parted from his friends 214 When on the crofs, my Lord I fee - 247 When the fun, with cheerful beams, - 280 When a black overfpreading cloud - 281 When (lumber feals our weary eyes, - 299 When darknefs long has veil'd my mind, 336 When my pray'rs are a burden and talk, 339 When my Saviour my Shepherd is near, 345 When the poor pris'ner thro' a grate - 350 When the wounded fpirit hears - - 377 When Hagar found the bottle fpent, - 378 While with ceafelefs courfe the fun - 181 While Jolhua led the armed bands - 260 While I liv'd without the Lord, - - 375 Why Ihould I fear the aarkeft hour, - 365 With Satan, my accufer near, - - 95 Winter has a joy for me, - - - 407 With Ifrael's God who can compare ? 419 Write to Sardis, faith the Lord, - - 171 Y. YE faints on earth afcribe with heav'ns high hoft, - - - - 424 Ye CONTENTS. xxvii Page Ye fons of earth prepare the plough, - 105 Yes! fince God himfelf has faid it, - 372 *^7 Accheus climb'd the tree, - - - 133 Zeal is that pure and heav'nly flame, 392 Zion ! the city of our God, - - - 209 - - J # i\ 4'5' - *? ERRATA, Page Vcrfe 9 6 56 62 65 So 88 104 118 *34 *35 136 *39 *45 166 *73 185 190 *97 203 "208 235 236 255 268 40 — 3*3 5 316 2 Line I for we'er, read we're. 1 for To, read Too. 1 for Egyptian's, read Egyptians. 6 for God's, read God. 1 for frequenting, read forgetting, 1 for Bethlheba, read Bathlheba. —. 1 Kings fiiould be infeited before Hymn 31, and left out in Page 44, 1 for viles, read wiles. 2 for ere, read e'er. 2 for hear'd, read heard, 7 for will, read wilt. 3 for ere, read e'er. 3 fa faint, read feint. 2 for too, read to. 1 dele oft, and infert it before line 2, 2 for my, read may. 1 ybe'know, read knew. 1 for no, read not. 3 /ar know, knew. 3 after fear, and. 4 for enquir'd, read enquired, 4 for my, rea*/ may. 3 ear. 2 for Sill, read Still. 3 for wich, read which. 2 after fills, read my. 4 for miraclas, read miracles. 4 for ere, read e'er. 4 for help, read blefs. 2 for ftately, read ftatedly. 2 for A fiyrias', read Affyria's. 3 for faints, read faint. 4 for their, read its. 3 after ftrengthened, add thus. 3 for number, read numbers, and for exceeds, read exceed, OLNLY m * ■& X * ¥ ^ )K # O L N EY HYMNS, ^c, BOOK I. 0« feleB Pajfages of Scripture. GENESIS. HYMN I. ADA M. Chap. iii. 9. 1 f \ N man, in his own image made, How much did God beftow ? The whole creation homage paid, And own'd him, Lord, below ! 2 He dwelt in Eden's garden, flor'd With fweets for ev'ry fenfe; And there with his defcending Lord He walk'd in confidence. 3 But oh ! by fin how quickly chang'd ! His honor forfeited, His heart, from God and truth, efirang'd, His confcience fill'd with dread ! B 4N0W GENESIS. BkI. 4 Now from his Maker's voice he flees, Which was before his joy : And thinks to hide, amidft the trees, From an All-feeing eye. 5 Compell'd to anfwer to his name; With ftubbornnefs and pride He caft, on God himfelf, the blame, Nor once for mercy cry'd. 6 But grace, unafk'd, his heart fubdu'd And all his guilt forgave; By faith, the promjs'd feed he view'd, And felt his pow'r to fave. y Thus we ourfelves would juftify, Tho' we the Law tranfgrefs -3 Like him, unable to deny, Unwilling to confefs. 8 But when by faith the finner fees A pardon bought with blood ; Then he forfakes his foolilh pleas, And gladly turns to God. HYMN II, CAIN and ABEL. Chap. iv. 3—8. I TXT" HEN Adam fell he quickly loft V V God's image, which he once pofleft: See All our nature fince could boaft In Cain, his firft-born fon, exprefs'd ! 2 The Hy.2. genesis. 2 The facrifice the Lord ordain'd la type of the Redeemer's blood, Self-righteous reas'ning Cain difdain'd, And thought his own firft-fruits as good. 3 Yet rage and envy fill'd his mind, When, with a fullen, downcaft look, He faw his brother favor find, Who God's appointed method took. 4 By Cain's own hand, good Abel dy'd, Becaufe the Lord approv'd his faith ; And, when his blood for vengeance cry'd, He vainly thought to hide his death. 5 Such was the wicked murd'rer Cain, And fuch by nature ftill are we, Until by grace we're born again, Malicious, blind and proud, as he. 6 Like him the way of grace we flight, And in our own devices truft; Call, evil good, and darknefs light, And hate and perfecute the juflr. 7 The faints, in ev'ry age and place, Have found this hiftory fulfill'd ; The numbers all our thoughts furpafs Of Abels, whom the Cains have kill'd (a) ! 8 Thus Jesus fell—but oh ! his blood Far. better things than Abel's cries (£); Obtains his murd'rers peace with God, And gains them manfions in the fkies. E 2 HYMN (*) Rom. viij, 36. (i) Heb. xii. 24. GENESIS. BkI. HYMN III- C. Walking with God. Chap. v. 24. 1 ^ " ^or a c^°^er wa^ God, w A calm and heav'nly frame j A light to fhine upon the road That leads me to the Lamb ! 2 Where is the blefledrtefs I knew When firft I faw the Lord ? Where is the foul-refrefhing view Of Jesus, and his word ? 3 What peaceful hours I once enjoy'd ! How fweet their mem'ry ftill ! But they have left an aching void, The world can never fill. 4 Return, O holy Dove, return, Sweet meflenger of reft; I hate the fins that made thee mourn, And drove thee from my breaft. 5 The deareft idol I have known, Whate'er that idol be ; Help me to tear it from thy throne, And worfhip only thee. -6 So (hall my walk be clofe with God, Calm and ferene my frame ; Bo purer light fhall mark the road That leads me to the Lamb. HYMN Hy. 4. GENESIS". HYMN IV. Another. 1 "RY *n Christ I walk with God With heav'n, my journeys—end, view ; Supported by his ftaff and rod (c), My road is fafe and pleafant too. 2 I travel thro' a defart wide, Where many round me blindly flray (d) But He vouchfafes to be my guide, And will not let me mifs my way. 3 Tho' fnares and dangers throng my path And earth and hell my courfe withfland I triumph over all by faith (*), Guarded by his Almighty hand. 4 The wildernef^ affords no food, But God for my fupport prepares ; Provides me ev'ry needful good, And frees my foul from wants and cares.- 5 With him fweet converfe I maintain, Great as he is I dare be free ; I tell him all my grief and pain, And he reveals his love to me. 6 Some cordial from his word he brings, Whene'er my feeble fpirit faints ; At once my foul revives and fings, And yields no more to fad complaints. B 3 7 (c) Pfalm xxiii. 4. (J) Pfalm cvii, 7. (e) Pfalm xxvii. J, z. GENESIS. Bk I. I pity all that worldlings talk Of pleafures that will quickly end ; Be this my choice, O Lord, to walk With thee, my Guide, my Guard, my Friend. H L O r in Y M Sodom. N V. Chap. xiii. 10. HOW hurtful was the choice of Lot, Who took up his iibode (Becaufe it was a fruitful fpot) With them who fear'd not God ! A pris'ner he was quickly made, Bereav'd of all his ftore ; And, but for Abraham's timely aid, He h^cj return'd no more. Yet Hill he feem'd refolv'd to Hay As if it were his reft ; Altho' their fins from day to day (f) His righteous foul diftrefs'd. Awhile he ftay'd with anxious mind, Expos'd to fcorn and ftrife ; At laft he left his all behind, And fled to fave his life. In vain his fons-in-law he warn'd, They thought he told his dreams ; His daughters too, of them had learn'd, And perifh'd in the flames. 6 His (/) 2 Peter ii, 8. Hy.6. G E N E S I Sv 7 6 His wife efcap'd a little way,. But dy'd for looking back: Does not her cafe to pilgrims fay* " Beware of growing flack r" 7 Yea, Lot himfelf could ling'ring fland, Tho' vengeance was in.view; 'Twas mercy pluck'd him by the hand, Or he had perifh'd too. 8 The ddom of Sodom will be ours - If to the earth we cleave ; Lord quicken all our drov/fy pow'rs, To flee to thee and live. HYMN VI. C. JE HOVAH-J IRE Hr The Lord will -provide. Chap. xxii. 14. - . or fink in hopelefs fear For when they leaft expedt his aid, The Saviour will appear. 2 This Abraham found, he rais'd the knife,,. God faw, and faid, "Forbear;" Yon ram fhall yield his meaner life, Behold the vi£tim there. 3 Once David feem'd haul's certain prey j But hark ! the foe's at hand (^); Saul turns his arms another way, To fave th' invaded land. faints fhould never be difmay'd, b 4 4 When (g) 1 Sam. xxiii, 37. 8 GENESIS. Bk I. 4 When Jonah funk beneath the wave He thought to rife no more (b) ; But God prepar'tl a fifh to fave, And bear him to the (hore. 5 Bleft proofs of pow'r and grace divine, That meet us in his word ! May ev'ry deep-felt care of mine Be trufted with the Lord. 6 Wait for his feafonable aid, And tho' it tarry wait : The promife may be long delay'd, But cannot conic too late. HYMN VII. The Lord will provide. 1 r g ' H O' troubles afTail i- And dangers affright, Tho' friends fhould all fail And foes all unite ; Yet one thing fecures us, Whatever betide, The fcripture allures us, The Lord will provide. 2 The birds without barn Or ftorehoufe are fed, From them let us learn To truft for our bread: His (£>) Jonah i, 17, Hy. 7. GENESIS. His faints, what is fitting, Shall ne'er he deny'd, So long as 'tis written, The Lord will provide. 3 We may, like the fhips, By tempefts be toll On perilous deeps, But cannot be loft : Tho' Satan enrages The wind and the tide* The promife engages, The Lord will provide. 4 His call we obey Like Abra'm of old, Not knowing our way, But faith makes us bold; For tho' we are ftrangers We have a good Guide, And truft in all dangers, The Lord will provide. t 5 When Satan appears To ftop up our path, And fill us with fears, We triumph by faith ; He cannot take from us, Tho' oft he has try'd, This heart-cheering promife The Lord will provide. 6 He tells us we'er weak, Our hope is in vain, The good that we feek We ne'er fhall obtain^, b 5 10 GENESIS, BkI. But when fuch fuggeftions Our fpirits have ply'd, This anfwers all queftions, The Lord will provide. 7 No ftrength of our own, Or goodnefs we claim, Yet fince we have known The Saviour's great name ; In this our ftrong tower For fafety we hide, The'LoRD is our power, The Lord will provide. 8 When life finks apace And death is in view, This word of his grace Shall comfort us thro': No fearing or doubting With Christ on our fide, We hope to die fhouting, The Lord will provide. HYMN VIII. ESAU. Chap. xxv. 34. Heb. xii. 16. I "O OOR Efau repented too late X That once he his birth-right defpis'd; And fold, for a morfel of meat, What could not too highly be priz'd : How Ssl. Hy.8. GENESIS. II How great was his anguifh when told, The blejjing he fought to obtain, Was gone with the birth-right he fold, And none could recall it again ! 2 He ftands as a warning to all, Wherever the gofpel fhall come ; O haften and yield to the call, While yet for repentance there's room ! Your feafon will quickly.be pair, Then hear and obey it to day; Left when you feek mercy at lafty The Saviour Ihould frown you away, 3 What is it the world can propofe ? A morfel of meat at the beft ! For this are you willing to lofe A fhare in the joys of the blefs'd ? Its pleafures will fpeedily end, Its favor and pralfe are but breath ; And what can its profits befriend Your foul in the moment of death ? 4 If Jesus for thefe you defpife, And fin to the Saviour prefer; In vain your entreaties and cries, When fummon'd to ftand at his bar : How will you his pre fence .abide-? What anguifti will torture your heart r The faints all enthron'd by his fide, , And you be compell'd to,depart. . 5 To often, dear Saviour, have I Preferred fotne poor trifle to thee; How is it.tb.ou doft not deny The bleffing and birth-right to me ? No 12 G~E" N"~E' S I S. BklI. No better than Efau I am, Tho' pardon and heav'n be mine; To me belongs nothing but fhame, The praife and the glory be thine. HYMN IX. JACOB'S ladder. Chap, xxviii. 12. 1 TF the Lord our leader be, We may follow without fear -3 Eaft or Weft, by land or fea, Home, with him, is ev'ry where : When from Efau Jacob fled, Tho' his pillow was a ftone, And the ground his humble bed, Yet he was not left alone. 2 Kings are often waking kept, Rack'd with cares on beds of ftate j Never king like Jacob flept, For he lay at heaven's gate : Lo ' he faw a ladder rear'd, Reaching to the heav'nly throne ; At the top theXoRD appear'd, Spake and claim'd him for his own. 3 <£ Fear not, Jacob, thou art mine, And my prefence with thee goes ; On thy heart my love fhall Aline, And my arm fubdue thy foes: From HY.IS. GENESIS. From my promife comfort take,, For my help in trouble call ; 4 Never will I thee forfake, 'Till I have accomplilh'd all." 4 Well does Jacob's ladder fuit To the gofpel throne of graces We are at the ladder's foot, Ev'ry hour, in ev'ry place : By afluming flelh and blood, Jesus heav'n and earth unites s We by faith afcend to God (/), God to dwell with us delights. 5 They who know the Saviour's name, Are for all events prepar'd ; What can changes do to them, Who have fuch a Guide and Guard ? Should they traverfe earth around, To the ladder ftill they come ; Ev'ry fpot is holy ground, God is there—and he's their home, *3 From HYMN X. My name is J A C O B. Chap, xxxii. 27. NAY, I cannot let Thee go, Till a bleffing thou beftow; Do not turn away thy face, Mine's an urgent preiling cafe. (0 2 Cor. vi. 16. Doft H GENESIS. Bk I. Doft thou afk me, who I am ? Ah, my Lord, thou know'ft my name! Yet the queftion gives a plea* To fupport my fuit with thee. Thou didft once a wretch behold, In rebellion blindly bold ; Scorn thy grace, thy pow'r defy, That poor rebel, Lord, was 1. Once a Tinner near defpair, Sought thy mercy-feat by pray'r; Mercy heard and fet him free, Lord, that mercy came to me. Many years have pafs'd fince then, Many changes I have feen ; Yet have been upheld till now, Who could hold me up but thou ? Thou haft help'd in ev'ry need, This emboldens me to plead; After fo much mercy paft, Canft thou let me fink at 4aft ? No—I muft maintain my hold, 'Tis thy goodnefs makes me" bold ■ I can no denial take, When. I plead for Jesu's fake, HYMN Hy.it. GENESIS. HYMN XI. Plenty in a time of dearth. Chap. xli. 56.. 1 /T ^ once 'ts plenteous years, i-Vl. And throve, with peace and comfort fill'd, Like the fat kine and ripen'd ears, Which Pharaoh in his dream beheld. 2 With pleafing frames aad grace receiv'd. With means and ordinances fed j How happy for a while I liv'd, And little fear'd the want of bread.. 3 But famine came and left no fign, Of all the plenty I had feen ; Like the dry ears and half-ftarv'd kine, I then look'd wither'd, faint and lean. 4 To Jofeph the Egyptian's went, To Jesus I made known my cafe ; He, when my little ftock was fpent, Open'd his magazine of grace. 5 For he the time of dearth fore faw, And made provifion long before ; That famifn'd fouls, like me, might draw Supplies from his unbounded ftore. 6 Now on his bounty I depend, And live from fear of dearth fecure ■> Maintain'd by fuch a mighty friend, I cannot want till he is poor. 7 o j6 GENESIS. Bk I. 7 O Tinners hear his gracious call ! His mercy's door ftands open wide; He has enough to feed you all, And none who come ftiall be dcny'd. HYMN XII. 'JOSEPH made known to his Brethren. Chap. xlv. 3, 4. 1 T ^[7" HEN Jofeph his brethren beheld, V V Affli&ed and trembling with fear; His heart with companion was fill'd, From weeping he could not forbear. Awhile his behaviour was rough, To bring their paft fin to their mind ; But when they were humbled enough, He hafted to fhew himfelf kind. 2 How little they thought it was he, Whom they had ill treated and fold ! How great their confufion muft be, As foon as his name he had told ! " I am Jofeph, your brother, he faid, And ftill to my heart you are dear, You fold me, and thought I was dead, But God, for your fakes, fent me here." 3 Tho' greatly diftreffed before, When charg'd with purloining the cup; They now were confounded much more, Not one of them durft to look up. Can Hy. 12. GENESIS. 17 " Can Jofeph, whom we would have flain, Forgive us the evil we did ? And will he our houfholds maintain-? O this is a brother indeed !" 4 Thus dragg'd by my confcience, I came, And laden with guilt, to the Lord ; Surrounded with terror and fhame, Unable to utter a word. At firft he look'd ftern and fevere, What anguifh then pierced my heart! Expecting each moment to hear The fentence, " Thou curfed, depart!" 5 But oh ! what fur prize when he fpoke, While tendernefs beam'd in his face ; My heart then to pieces was broke, O'erwhelm'd and confounded by grace : " Poor finner, I know thee full well, By thee I was fold and was flain; But I dy'd to redeem thee from hell, And raife thee in glory to reign. 6 I am Jesus, whom thou haft blafphem'd, And crucify'd often afrefli; But let me henceforth be efteem'd, Thy brother, thy bone, and thy flefti: My pardon I freely beftow, Thy wants I will fully fupply; I'll guide thee and guard thee below, And foon will remove thee on high. 7 Go, publilh to finners around, That they may be willing to come, The mercy which now you have found, And tell them that yet there is room." Oh 5 i8 EXODUS. Bk I. Oh, Tinners, the meflage obey ! No more vain excufes pretend ; But come, without farther delay, To Jesus our brother and friend. * $£$ ** **** * ******* i * *•** **** *** * * * * . E X O D U S. HYMN XIII, The bitter waters. Chap. xv. 23—25, 1 T1ITTER, indeed, the waters are T3 Which in this defart flow ; Though to the eye they promife fair, They tafte of fin and woe. 2 Of pleafing draughts I once could dream, But now, awake, I find, That fin has poifon'd ev'ry ftream, And left a curfe behind. 3 But there's a wonder-working wood, I've heard believers fay, Can make thefe bitter waters good, And take the curfe away. 4. The virtues of this healing tree Are known and priz'd by few; Reveal this fecret, Lord, to me, That I may prize it too. 5 The crofs on which the Saviour dy'd, And conquer'd for his faints j This Hy.I4. EXODUS. 19 This is the tree, by faith apply'd, Which fweetens all complaints. 6 Thoufands have found the blefs'd effedt', Nor longer mourn their lot ; While on his forrows they refledl, Their own are all forgot. 7 When they, by faith, behold the crofs, Tho' many griefs they meet ; They draw again from ev'ry lofs, And find the bitter fweet. HYMN XIV. C. J E H O V A H-R O P H I> I am the Lord that healeth thee. Chap. xv. 1 T T EA 'L us, Emmanuel, here we are, ^ A Waiting to feel thy touch ; Deep wounded fouls to thee repair,. And, Saviour, we are fuch. 2 Our faith is feeble we confefs, We faintly truft thy word ; But wilt thou pity us the lefs ? Be that far from thee, Lord ! 3 Remember him who once apply'd With trembling for relief; " Lord, I believe, with tears he cry'd (i), O help my unbelief," 4 She. (4) Mark ix. 24, 20 EXODUS. BK I. She too, who touch'd thee in the prefs, And healing virtue ftole ; Wasanfwer'd, "Daughter, go in peace(/), Thy faith hath made thee whole." Conceal'd amid the gath'ring throng, She would have fhun'd thy view ; And if her faith was firm and ftrong, Had ftrong mifgivings too. Like her, with hopes and fears, we come, To touch thee if we may ; Oh ! fend us not defpairing home, Send none unheal'd away. HYMN XV. MANNA. Chap. xvi. 18. MANNA to Ifrael well fupply'd The want of other bread \ While God is able to provide, His people fhall be fed. (Thus tho' the corn and wine fhould fail, And creature-ftreams be dry ; The pray'r of faith will ftill prevail, For bleffings from on high.) Of his kind care how fweet a proof ! It fuited ev'ry tafte ; Who gather'd moft, had juft enough, Enough, who gather'd leaft. 0 Mark v. 34. 4 'Tis Hy.i6. EXODUS. 21 4 'Tis thus our gracious Lord provides Our comforts and our cares ; His own unerring hand provides, And gives us each our fhares. 5 He knows how much the weak can bear. And helps them when they cry; The ftrongeft have no ftrength to fpare, For fuch he'll ftrongly try. 6 Daily they faw the Manna come, And cover all the ground ; But what they try'd to keep at home, Corrupted foon was found. 7 Vain their attempt to ftore it up, This was to tempt the Lord ; Ifrael muft live by faith and hope, And not upon a hoard. fed. [id wine ftiould fail, 1 s be dry; llftill prevail, n high.) 2 fweeta proof! iijuft enough, 4 r HYMN XVI. Manna hoarded. Chap. xvi. 20. TH E manna favor'd IfraePs meat, Was gather'd day by day ; When all the hoft was ferv'd, the heat Melted the reft away. In vain to hoard it up they try'd, Againft to-morrow came ; It then bred worms and putrify'd, And prov'd their fin and fhame. 'Twas daily bread and would not keep, But muft be ftill renew'd j Faith EXODUS. Bk I. Faith fhould not want a hoard or heap, But truft the Lord for food. 4 The truths by which the foul is fed, Muft thus be had afrefh ; For notions refting in the head, Will only feed the flefh. 5 However true, they have no life, Or .un£fcion to impart; They breed the worms of pride and flrife, But cannot cheer the heart. 6 Nor can the beft experience paft, The life of faith maintain ; The brighteft hope will faint at laflr, Unlefs fupply'd again. 7 Dear Lord, while we in pray'r are found, Do thou the Manna give; Oh ! let it fall, on all around, That we may eat and live. HYMN XVII. C. J E H O VA H-N I S S I, The Lord my banner. Chap. xvii. 15. 1 T> Y whom was David taught, To aim the dreadful blow, When he Goliath fought, And laid the Gittite low ? No fword nor fpear the {tripling took, But chofe a pebble from the brook. 2 'Twas Ifrael's God and king, Who fent him to the fight; Who Bslj Hy.i8. EXODUS. 23 ; s /, fii. if Who gave him ftrength to fling, And fkill to aim aright. Ye feeble faints your ftrength endures, Becaufe young David's God's is yours. 3 Who ordered Gideon forth, To ftorm th' invaders' camp(jw), With arms of little worth, A pitcher and a lamp ? The trumpets made his coming known, And all the haft was overthrown. 4 Oh ! I have feen the day, When with a Angle word, God helping me to fay, My truft is in the Lord ; My foul has quell'd a thoufand foes, Fearlefs of all that could oppofe. 5 But unbelief, felf-will, Seif-righteoufnefs and pride, How often do they fteal, My weapon from my Ade ? Yet David's Lord, and Gideon's ffiend, Will help his fervant to the end. H Y M The golden calf. N XVIII. Chap, xxxii. 4, 31. WHEN Ifrael heard the Aery law, From Sinai's top proclaim'd ; Their hearts feem'd full of holy awe, Their ftubborn fpirits tam'd. 2 Yet, (m) Judges vii, zo. EXODUS. Bk I 2 Yet, as frequenting all they knew, Ere forty days were paft ; With blazing Sinai ftill in view, A molten calf they caft. 3 Yea, Aaron, God's anointed priefl, Who on the mount had been ; He durft prepare the idol-beaft, And lead them on to fin. 4 Lord, what is man ! and what are we, To recompenfe thee thus ! In their offence our own we fee, Their ftory points at us. 5 From Sinai we have heard thee fpeak, And from mount Calv'ry too ; And yet to idols oft we feek, While thou art in our view. 6 Some golden calf, or golden dream, Some fancy'd creature-good, Prefumes to fhare the heart with him, Who bought the whole with blood. 7 Lord, fave us from our golden calves, Our fin with grief we own ; We would no more be thine by halves, But live to thee alone. LEVITICUS. HY.iq. LEVITICUS. LE VITICUS. HYMN XIX. The true AARON. Chap. viii. 7—9. 1 QEE Aaron, God's anointed prieft, O Within the vail appear ; In robes of myftic meaning dreft, Prefenting Ifrael's pray'r. 2 The plate of gold which crowns his brows, His holinefs defcribes ; His breaft difplays, in Alining rows, The names of all the tribes. 3 With the atoning blood he Hands, Before the mercy-feat j And clouds of incenfe from his hands, Arife with odour fweet. 4 Urim and.Thummim near his heart, In rich engravings worn; The facred light of truth impart, To teach and to adorn. 5 Thro' him the eye of faith defcries, A greater Prieft than he ; Thus Jesus pleads above the Ikies, For you, my friends, and me. 6 He bears the names of all his faints, Deep on his heart engrav'd ; Attentive to the ftate and wants Of all his love has fav'd. C 16 NUMBERS. BKI. 7 In him a holinefs complete, Light and perfe Tie The faints, from age to age, • Are fafe from all their pow'r : Frefh ftrength they gain to run their race By waiting at the throne of grace. 4 Eli her cafe miftook, How was her fpirit mov'd By his unkind rebuke ? But God her caufe approv'd. We need not fear a creature's face, While welcome at a throne of grace. 5 She was not filI'd with wine, As Eli ralhly thought;, But with a faith divine, And found the help ihe fought : Tho' men defpife and call us bafe, Still let us ply the throne of grace. 6 Men have not pow'r or fkill, With troubled fouls to bear; Tho' they exprefs good-will, Poor comforters they are : But fwelling forrows fink apace, When we approach the throne of grace. 7 Numbers before have try'd, And found the promife true ; Nor one been yet deny'd, Then why Ihould I or you ? Let us by faith their footfteps trace. And haften to the throne of grace. 8 As fogs obfcure the light, And taint the morning air ;; c 5 But But foon are put to flight, If the bright fun appear ; Thus Jesus will our troubles chafe, By fhining from the throne of grace (o). HYMN XXVI. D AGO N before the ark. Chap. v. 4, 5. 1 WHEN firft to make my heart his own, V V The Lord reveal'd his mighty grace; Self reign'd, like Dagon, on the throne, But could not long maintain its place. 2 It fell, and own'd the pow'r divine, (Grace can with eafe the vidl'ry gain) But foon this wretched heart of mine, Contriv'd to fet it up again. 3 Again the Lord his name proclaim'd, And brought the hateful idol low ; Then felf, like Dagon, broken, maim'd, Seem'd to receive a mortal blow. 4 Yet felf is not of life bereft, Nor ceafes to oppofe his will ; Tho' but a maimed flump be left, 'Tis Dagon, 'tis an idol flill. 5 Lord ! mufl I always guilty prove, And idols in my heart have room (p) ? Oh ! let the fire of heavenly love, The very flump of felf confume. HYMN (0) Book II. Hymn 61. [p) Hofea xiv, 3. Hy. 27. I. SAMUEL. HYMN XXVII. The milch kine drawing the ark Faith's furrender of all. Chap. vi. 1 'T* H E kine unguided went By the direfteft road ; When the Philiftines homeward fent The ark of Ifrael's God. 2 Lowing they pafs'd along, And left their calves (hut up ; They felt an ilifting for their young, But would not turn or flop. 3 Shall brutes, devoid of thought, Their Maker's will obey ; And we, who by his grace are taught, More ftubborn prove than they I 4 He (bed his precious blood To make us his alone ; If wafti'd in that atoning flood We are no more our own. 5 If he his will reveal, Let us obey his call ; And think whate'er the flefli may feel, His love deferves our all. 6 We fhould maintain in view His glory, as our end ; Too much we cannot bear,^ or do, For fuch a matchlefs friend. 36 I. S A M U E L. BkI. 7 His faints fhould Hand prepar'd In duty's path to run ; Nor count their greateft trials hard, So that his will be done. 8 With Jesus for our guide, The path is fafe though rough ; The promife fays, " I will provide," And faith replies, (t Enough !" HYMN XXVIII. S A U Us armor. Chap. xvii. 38—40. 1 \\7 HEN firft my foul enlifted » V My Saviour's foes to fight; Miftaken friends infilled I was not arm'd aright : So Saul advifed David He certainly would fail; Nor could his life be faved Without a coat of mail. But David, tho' he yielded To put the armor on, Soon found he could not wield it, And ventur'd forth with none. With only fling and pebble He fought the fight of faith ; The weapons feem'd but feeble, Yet prov'd Goliath's death. Had I by him been guided, And quickly thrown away The 2 3 kl Hv.28. I. S A M U E L. 37 The armor men provided, I might have gain'd the day ; But arm'd as they advis'd me, My expe&ations fail'd ; My enemy furpriz'd me, And had almoft prevail'd. 4 Furnifh'd with books and notions# And arguments and pride ; I pradtis'd all my motions, And Satan's pow'r defy'd : But fotm perceiv'd with trouble, That thefe would do no good j. Iron to him is ftubble(^), And brafs like rotten wood.. 5 I triumph'd at a diftance While he was out of fight; But faint was my refiftance When forc'd to join in fight : He broke my fword in fhivers,. And pierc'd my boafted fhieJd ; Laugh'd at my vain endeavors, And drove me from the field. 6 Satan will not be braved By fuch a worm as I ; Then let me learn with David, To trufl: in the Moft High; To plead the name of Jesus, And ufe the fling of pray'r ; Thus arm'd, when Satan fees us He'll tremble and defpair. II. SAMUEL. TllC (?) Job xli, 27. , I I II. SAMUEL. Bk I. II. S A M U E L. HYMN XXIX. D A V I D's fall. Chap. xi. 27. HOW David, when by fin deceiv'd, From bad to worfe went on ! For when the Holy Spirit's griev'd, Our ftrength and guard are gone. His eye on Bethfheba once fix'd, With poifon fill'd his foul ; He ventur'd on adult'ry next, And murder crown'd the whole. So from a fpark of fire at fiift, That has not been defcry'd ; A dreadful flame has often burft, And ravag'd far and wide. When fin deceives it hardens too, For tho' he vainly fought To hide his crimes from public view, Of God he little thought. He neither would, or could repent, No true compundtion felt ; 'Till God in mercy Nathan fent, His flubborn heart to melt. The parable held forth a fadt, Defign'd his cafe to fhew j But tho' the pidfure was exadf, Iiimfelf he did not know. 7 " Thou Hy. 30. II. SAMUEL. 39 7 " Thou art the man," the prophet laid, That word his (lumber broke ; And when he own'd his fin, and pray'd, The Lord forgivenefs fpoke. 8 Let thofe who think they {land beware, For David flood before ; Nor let the fallen foul defpair, For mercy can reftore. HYMN XXX. Is this thy kindnefs to thy .friend. Ghap. xvi. 17. 1 "D O OR, weak, and worthlefs tho' I am, -*■ I have a rich almighty friend ; Jesus, the Saviour, is his name, He freely loves, and without -end. 2 He ranfom'd me from hell with blood, And by his pow'r my foes controll'd ; He found me, wand'ring far from God, And brought me to his chofen fold. 3 He cheers my heart, my wants fupplies, And fays that I (hall fliortly be Enthron'd with him above the fkies, Oh ! what a friend is Christ to me. 4 But ah ! my inmoft fpirit mourns, And well my eyes with tearsmiay fwim, To think of my perverfe returns ; I've been a faithlefs friend to him. 5 Often II. S A M U E L. BKI. Often my gracious Friend I grieve,. Negle£I, diftruft, and difobey, And often Satan's lies believe, Sooner than all my Friend can fay- He bids me always freely come, And promifes whate'er I afk : But I am ftraitned, cold and dumb, And count my privilege a talk. Before the world that hates his courfe, My treach'rous heart has throbb'd with fhame; Loth to forego the worlds applaufe, I hardly dare avow his name. 8 Sure were not I moft vile and bafe, I could not thus my friend requite ! And were not he the God of grace, He'd frown and fpurn me from his fight. HYMN XXXI. Afk what I /hall give thee. Chap. iii. 5. COME, my foul, thy fuit prepare, Jesus loves to anfwer pray'r j He himfelf has bid thee pray, Therefore will not fay thee nay. Thou art coming to a King (r), Large petitions with thee bring j For his grace and pow'r are fuch, None can ever afk too much. m (r) Pfalm lxxxi, 10, With Hy. 32. II. S A M U E L. 41 3 With my burden I begin, Lord, remove this load of fin ! Let thy blood, for finners fpilt, Set my confcience free from guilt. 4 Lord ! I come to thee for reft, Take pofleffion of my breaft ; There thy blood-bought right maintain, And without a rival reign. 5 As the. image in the glafs Anfwers the beholder's face ; Thus unto my heart appear, Print thine own refemblance there. 6 While I am a pilgrim here, Let thy love my fpirit cheer ; As my Guide, my Guard, my Friend, Lead me to my journey's end. 7 Shew me what I have to do, Ev'ry hour my ftrength renew; Let me live a life of faith, Let me die'thy peoples death. HYMN XXXII. Another. 1 T F Solomon for wifdom pray'd, -*■ The Lord before had made him wifej Elfe he another choice had made, And alk'd for what the worldlings prize. 2 Thus he invites his people ftill, He firft inftru&s them how to choofe ; Then 42 II. SAMUEL. BkI. Then bids them afk whate'er they will, AfTur'd that He will not refufe. 3 Our wifhes would our ruin prove, Could we our wretched choice obtain; Before we feel the Saviour's love, Kindle our love to him again. 4 But when pur hearts perceive his worth, Defires, till then unknown, take place j Our fpirits cleave no more to earth, But pant for holinefs and grace. $ And doft thou fay, " Afk what thou wilt ?" Lord, I would feize the golden hour j I p/ray to be releas'd from guilt, And freed from fin and Satan's pow'r. 6 More of thy prefence, Lord, impart, More of thine image let me bear ; Ere& thy throne within my heart, And reign without a rival there. 7 Give me to read my pardon feal'd, And from thy joy to draw my ftrength ; To have thy boundlefs love reveal'd In all its height, and breadth, and length* 8 Grant thefe requefts, I afk no more, But to thy care the reft refign ; Sick or in health, or rich, or poor, All fhall be well if thou art mine. HYMN Hy. 33. II, S A M U E L. 43 HYMN XXXIII. Another. 1 Y> Ehold the throne of grace ! ■JD The promife calls me near 5 There Jesus (hews a fmiling face, And waits to anfwer pray'r. 2 That rich atoning blood, Which fprinkled round I fee ; Provides for thofe who come to God, An ail-prevailing plea. 3 My foul alk what thou wilt, Thou canft not be too bold ; Since his own blood for thee he jfpilt, What elfe can he withhold. 4 Beyond thy utmoft wants His love and pow'r can blefs; To praying fouls he always grants, More than they can exprefs. 5 Since 'tis the Lord's command** My mouth I open wide ; Lord open thou thy bounteous hand, That I may be fupply'd. 6 Thine image, Lord, beftowv Thy prefence and thy love; I afk to ferve thee here below, And reign with thee above. 7 Teach me to live by faith,- Conform my will to thine ; Let 44 I. K I N G S. Bk I. Let me vi&orious be in death, And then in glory fhine. 8 If Thou thefe bleffings give, And wilt my portion be; CheerfuL the world's poor toys I leave, To them who know not thee. * * * * * * * 4 .f. * * * ** * * * * * * * ** # * * # f * * * * * * I. KINGS. HYMN XXXIV. Queen of S HE B A. Chap; x. i—9. FROM Sheba a diftant report Of Solomon's glory and fame, Invited the'queen to his court, But all was outdone when {he came 1 She cry'd, with a pleafing furprize, When firft fhe before him appear'd, " How much, what I fee with my eyes, " SurpafTes the rumor I heard !" When once to Jerufalem come, The treafure and train fhe had brought; The wealth fhe poflefTed at home, No longer had place in her thought: His houfe, bis attendants, his throne, All flruck her with wonder and awe; The glory of Solomon fhone, In every objeCt fhe faw. 3 But I 2 ^ G S. to to Hy. 34. I. KINGS. m. ^we, if ^lUOftW, x\4's poor to^sl leave, MWWMWWM KINGS, Y M N XXXIV. mn ckip-in A Sheba a dlftant report olomon's glory alii te» ie queen to his court) ii5 outdone when i, with a pleafing furpnze, 4 (he before kii^Ff fe:iieruDiorItord' Iff to . fureand train! 45 iryoi ,f Solomon (hone, faff* But Solomon moft (he admir'd, Whofe fpirit conduced the whole ; Hiswifdom, which God had infpir'd, His bounty and greatnefs of foul; Of all the hard queflions fihe put, A ready folution he fhew'd j Exceeded her wifh and her fuit, And more than fhe afk'd him beftow'd. Thus I when the gofpel proclaim'd The Saviour's great name in my ears, The wifdom for which he is fam'd, The love which to finners he bears; I long'd, and I was not deny'd, That I in his prefence-might bow; I faw, and tranfported I cry'd, " A greater than Solomon Thou !" My confcience no comfort could find, By doubt and hard queftions oppos'd ; But He reftor'd peace to my mind, And anfwer'd each doubt I propos'd : Beholding me poor and diftrefs'd, His bounty fupply'd all my wants ; My pray'r could have never exprefs'd So much as this Solomon grants. > I heard, and was flow to believe, But now with my eyes I behold, Much more than my heart could conceive, Or language could ever have told : How happy thy fervants mull be, Who always before thee appear ! Vouchfafe, Lord, this blefling to me, I find it is good to be here. HYMN 46 I. KING S. BK'I, HYMN XXXV. ELIJAH fed, by ravens (s). Chap. xvii. 6. 1 LI J A H's example declares, Whatever diftrefs may betide ; The faints may commit all their cares To him who will furely provide : When rain long withheld from the earth Occafion'd a famine of bread ; The prophet, fecure from the dearth, By ravens was conftantly fed. 2 More likely to rob than to feed, Were ravens who live upon prey ; But when the Lord's people have need, His goodnefs will find out a way: This inftance to thofe may feem ftrange, Who know not how faith can prevail; But fooner all nature fhall change, Than one of God's promifes fail. . 3 Nor is it a fingular cafe, The wonder is often renew'd ; And m'any can fay, to his praife, He fends them by ravens their food f Thus worldlings, tho' ravens indeed, Tho' greedy and felfifh their mind, If God has a fervant to feed, . Againft their own wills can be kind. 4 Thus (d Book III. Hymn 57. n \i g i % vi v im fidljrawi:^, Cbap.x\'i Mi's example declares, ttever difttefe may betide; s may commit all their cares who will furely provide: iin long withheld from theeut i'd a famine of bread; jpbet, fecure from the deartli, ns was conftantly fed, ivens who live upon prey; en the Lord's peopk havens jdoefs vull hnd out a way • if i finger cafe, 1Dder isoftenrenewdj, fay to his praife, ... _ tW ravens i»ow t their ^ ^ hy.36. 4 Thus Satan, that raven unclean, Who croaks in the ears of the faints i CompelPd by a power unfeen, Adminifters oft to their wants : Cjod teaches them how to find food From all the temptations they feel; This raven, who thirfts for my blood, Has help'd me to many a meal. 5 How fafe and how happy are they Who on the good Shepherd rely ! He gives them out ftrength for their day, Their wants he will furely fupply : He ravens and lions can tame, All creatures obey his command j Then let me rejoice in his name, And leave all my cares in his hand. HYMN XXXVI. The meal and. cruife of oil. Chap. xvii. 16. 1 T) Y the poor widow's oil and meal -D Elijah was fuftain'd ; Tho' fmall the flock it lafted well, For God the ftore maintain'd. 2 It feem'd as if from day to day, They were to eat and die ; But ftifl, tho' in a fecret way, He fent a frefh fupply. •2 Thus (,) ink11,1 48 II. KINGS. BKI. 3 Thus to his poor he flill will give Jufl for the prefent hour ; But for to-morrow they muft live Upon his word and pow'r. 4 No barn or ftorehoufe they poffefs On which they can depend ; Yet have no caufe to fear diflrefs, For Jesus is their friend. 5 Then let not doubts your mind a/Tail, Remember, God has faid, " The cruife and barrel fhall not fail. My people fhall be fed." 6 And thus tho' faint it often feems, He keeps their grace alive; Supply'd by his refrefhing flreams, Their dying hopes revive. 7 Tho' in ourfelves we have no flock, The Lord is nigh to fave ; His door flies open when we knock, And 'tis but afk and have. ********************************** II. K I N G S. HYMN XXXVII. JERICHO ; Or, The waters healed. Chap. ii. 19—22. I HP H O' Jericho pleafantly flood, -*■ And look'd like a promifing foil; The harvefl produc'd little food, To anfwer the hufbandman's toil. The , ii. 19-22' fcoplafantlfM], 5 Til hi HY.37. II. KINGS. 49 The water Tome property had, Which poifonous prov'd to the ground ; The fprings were corrupted and bad, The ftreams fpread a barrenefs round. But foon by the cruife and the fait, Prepar'd by Elhha's command ; The water was cur'd of its fault, And plenty enriched the land : An emblem fure this of the grace On fruidefs dead finners beftow'd ; For man is in Jericho's cafe, ' Till cur'd by the mercy of God. How noble a creature he feems ! What knowledge, invention and Ikill ! How large and extenfive his fchemes ! How much can he do if he will ! His zeab to be learned and wife, Will yield to no limits or bars; He meafures the earth and the fkies, And numbers and marfhals the ftars. Yet ftill he is barren of good ; In vain are his talents and art; For fin has infe-£ted his blood, And poifon'd the ftreams of his heart: Tho' cockatrice eggs he can hatch («), Or, fpider like, cobwebs can weave ; 'Tis madnefs to labour and watch For what will deftroy or deceive. But grace, like the fait in the cru,ife, When caft in the fpring of the foul ; D A wonder- (a) Ifaiah lix. 5. 5° II. KINGS. Bk I. A wonderful change will produce, Diffufing new life thro' the whole : The wildernefs blooms like a rofe, The heart which was vile and abhorr'd j Now fruitful and beautiful grows, The garden and joy of the Lord. HYMN XXXVIII. N A A M A N. Chap. v. 14. 1 TIE FORE Elifha's gate T3 The Syrian leper ftood ; But could not brook to wait, He deem'd himfelf too good : He thought the prophet would attend, And not to him a meflage fend. 2 Have I this journey come, And will he not be feen ? I were as well at home, Would walking make me clean : Why mull I wafh in Jordan's flood ? Damafcus' rivers are as good. 3 Thus by his fooliih pride He almoft mifs'd a cure ; •Howe'er at length he try'd, And' found the method fu.re : Soon as his pride was brought to yield, The leprofy was quickly heai'd. 4 Leprous and proud as he, To Jesus thus I came j From Hy. 39. II. KINGS. From fin to fet me free, When firft I heard his fame : Surely, thought I, my pompous train Of vows and tears will notice gain. 5 My heart devis'd the way Which I fuppos'd he'd take; And when I found delay, Was ready to go back : Had he fome painful talk enjoin'd, I to performance fee.m'd inclin'd. 6 When by his word he fpake, That fountain open'd fee ; 'Twas open'd for thy fake, tc Go wafh, and thou art free Oh ! how did my proud heart gainfay, I fear'd to truft this fimple way. 7 At length I trial made, When I had much endur'd; The mefiage I obey'd, I wafh'd, and I was cur'd : S-inners this healing fountain try, Which cleaiis'd a wretch fo vile as I. HYMN XXXIX. The borrowed ax. Chap. vi. 5, 6. 1 HP H E prophets fons, in time of old, A Tho' to appearance poor ; Were rich without pofleffirig. gold, And honor'd, tho' obfcure. D.2' X- 2 5* II. KINGS. Bk I. 2 In peace their daily bread they eat, By honeft labour earn'd ; While daily at Elifha's feet, They grace and wifdom learn'd. 3 The prophet's prefence cheer'd their toil, They watch'd the words he fpoke ; Whether they turn'd the furrow'd foil, Of fell'd the fpreading oak. 4 Once as they liften'd to his theme, Their conference was flopp'd ; For one beneath the yielding ftream, A borrow'd ax had dropp'd. 5 A fiery guard around the hill, Thus are the faints p-referved ftill. lC ' ^ When Satan and his hoft appear, Like him of old, I faint and fear ; , Like him, by faith, with joy I fee, A greater hoft engag'd for me. , 4 The faints efpoufe my caufe by pray'r, The angels make my foul their care ; Mine is the promife feal'd with blood, And Jesus lives to make it good. ************************* I. CHRONICLES. HYMN XLI. Faith's review and expectation. Chap. xvii. 16, 17. 1 A Mazing grace ! (how fweet the found) d\- That fav'd a wretch like me ! I once was loft, but now am found, , Was blind, but now I fee. flY'P d 3 2 'Twas fall, 2 'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear, And grace my fears relicv'd ; How precious did that grace appear, 't'he hour J firft believ'd ! 3 Thro' many dangers, toils and fnares, I have already come ; 'Tis grace has brought me fafe thus far, And grace will lead me home. 4 The Lord has promis'd good to me, His word my hope fecures ; He will my fhield and portion be, As long as life endures.. 5 Yes, when this flefh and heart fhall fail, And mortal life fhall ceafe ; I fhall poCefs, within the vail, A life of joy and peace. 6 The earth fhall foon difToIve like fnow, The fun forbear to mine ; But God, who cali'd me here below, Will be for ever mine. N E H E M I A H. _ H Y M N XLII. The joy of the Lord is your Jlrength. Chap. ix. io. O Y is a fruit that will not grow In nature's barren foil ; All we can boaft, till Christ we know, Is vanity and toil. 2 But HY-43- JOB. 55 2 But where the Lord has planted grace, And made his glories known ; There fruits of heavenly joy and peace Ave found, and there alone. 3 A bleeding Saviour feen by faith, A fenfe of pard'ning love ; A hope that triumphs over death,, , Give joys like thofe above. 4 To take a glimpfe within the vail, To know that God is mine 5 Are fprings of.joy that never fail, Unfpeakably divine ! 5 Thefe are the joys.which fatisfy, And fan£lify the mind ; Which make the fpirit mount on high, And leave the world behind. 6 No more, believers, mourn your lot, But if you are the Lord's ; Refign to them that know him not,. Such joys as earth affords. * * **** *************!>******** * ** * * :♦ JOB. HYMN XLIII. Oh that I were as in months paji ! Chap. xxix. 2. I O WEET was the time when firft I felt ^ The Saviour's pard'ning blood Apply'd, to cleanfe my foul from guilt, And bring me home to God. d 4 2 Soon 56 JOB. BkI 2 Soon as the morn the light reveal'd, His praifes tun'd my tongue ; And when the ev'ning fhades prevail'd, His love was all my fong. 3 In vain the tempter fpread his viles, The world no more could charm j I liv'd upon my Saviour's fmiles, And lean'd upon his arm. 4 In pray.'r my foul drew near the Lord, And faw his glory fhine ; And when I read .his holy word, I call'd each promife mine. 5 Then to his faints I often fpoke, Of what his love had done ; But now my heart is almoft broke, For all my joys are gone. 6 Now when the evening fhade prevails, My foul in darknefs mourns ; And when the morn the light reveals, No light to me returns. 7 My prayers are now a chatt'ring noife, For Jesus hides his facej I read, the profile meets my eyes, But will not reach my cafe. 8 Nov/ Satan threatens to prevail, -And make my foul his prey ; Yet, Lord, thy mercies cannot fail, O come without delay. " HYMN k Hy.44... O B. 57 HYS(s HYMN XLIV. The change (*). 1 Q Aviour fhine and cheer my foul, ^ Bid my dying hopes revive j Make my wounded fpirit whole, Far away the tempter drive : Speak the word and fet me free, L,et me live alone to thee. 2 Shall I figh and pray in vain, Wilt thou ftill refufe to hear ; Wilt thou not return again, Muft I yield to black defpair ? Thou haft taught my heart to pray, Canft thou turn thy face away ? 3 Once I thought my mountain ftrong, Firmly fix'd no more to move ; Then thy grace w%s all my fong, Then my foul was fill'd with love : Thofe were happy golden days, Sweetly fpent in pray'r and praife. 4 When my friends have faid, " Beware, Soon or late you'll find a change;'' I could fee no caufe for fear, Vain their caution feem'd and ftrange ; Not a cloud obfcur'd my fky, Could I think a tempeft nigh ? 5 Little, then, myfelf I knew, Little thought of Satan's pow'r ; d 5 Now (x) Book II. Hymn 34. and Book III. Hymn 68, ■ 5* PSALM S. BkI. Now I find their words were true, Now I feel the ftormy hour! Sin has put my joys to flight, Sin has chang'd my day to night. 6 Satan alks, and mocks my woe, " Boafter, where is now your God ?" Silence, Lord, this cruel foe, Let him know I'm bought with blood : Tell him, fince I know thy name, Tho' I change thou art the fame. ************************** 1$. ******* PSALMS. HYMN XLV. Pleading for mercy. Pfal. vi. 1 TN mercy, not irfwrath, rebuke A Thy feeble worm, my God ! My fpirit dreads thine angry look, And trembles at thy rod. 2 Have mercy, Lord, for I am weak, Regard my heavy grones ; O let thy voice of comfort fpeak, And heal my broken bones ! 3 By day my bufy beating head Is fill'd with anxious fears ; By night, upon my reftlefs bed, I weep a flood of tears. 4 Thus Hy. 46. P A L M S. 59 4 Thus I fit defolate and mourn, Mine eyes grow dull with grief; How long, my Lord, ere thou return, And bring my foul relief? 5 O come and {hew thy pow'r to fave, And fpare my fainting breath ; For who can praife thee in the grave, Or fing thy name in death ? 6 Satan, my cruel envious foe, Infults me in my pain ; He fmiles to fee me brought fo low* And tells me hope is vain. 7 But hence, thou enemy, depart ! Nor tempt me to defpair ; My Saviour comes to cheer my heart, The Lord has heard my pray'r. HYMN XLVI. None upon earth I define hefides thee. Plal. Ixxiii. 25. HO W tedious and taftelefs the hours, When Jesus no longer I fee j Sweet profpedls, fweet birds, and fweet flow'rs, Have loft all their fweetnefs with me : The mid-fummer fun fliines but dim, The fields ftrive in vain to l6ok gay; But when I am happy in him, December's as pleafant as May. 2 His 6o if b A L M S. Bk I. i His name yields the richefl: perfume, And fweeter than mufic his voice ; His prefence difperfes my gloom, And makes all within me rejoice : I fhould, were he always thus nigh, Have nothing to wifh or to fear ; No mortal fo happy as I, My fummer would laft all the year. ; Content with beholding his face, My all to his pleafure refign'd ; No changes of feafon or place, Would make any change in my mind: While blefs'd with a fenfe of his love, A palace a toy would appear j And prifons would palaces prove, If Jesus would dwell with me there. . Dear Lord, if indeed I am thine, If thou art my fun and my fong \ Say, why do I languifh and pine, And why are my winters fo long ? O drive thefe dark clouds from my fky, Thy foul-cheering prefence reftore ; Or take me unto thee on high, Where winter and clouds are no more. HYMN XLVII. The believer's fafety. Pfal. xci. YNcarnate God ! the foul that knows -*■ Thy name's myfterious pow'r j Shall dwell in undifturb'd repofe, Nor fear the„trying hour. Thy 1 HY-47- PSALMS. 61 2 Thywifdom, faithfulnefs and love, To feeble helplefs worms ; A buckler and a refuge prove, From enemies and ftorms. 3 In vain the fowler fpreads his net, To draw them from thy care ; Thy timely call inftru£ts their feet, To fhun the artful fnare. 4 When like a baneful peftilence, Sin mows its thoufands down On ev'ry fide, without defence, Thy grace fecures thine own. 5 No midnight terrors haunt their bed, No arrow wounds by day ; Unhurt on ferpents they fhall tread, If found in duty's way. 6 Angels, unfeen, attend the faints, And bear them in their arms ; To cheer the fpirit when it faints, And guard the life from harms. y The angels' Lord, himfelf is nigh,. To them that love his name; Ready to fave them when they cry, And put their foes to fhame. 8 Crofles and changes are their lot, Long as they fojourn here ; But fince their Saviour changes not, What have the faints to fear ? Another» Tkf 62 PSALMS. Bk I HYMN XLVIII. Another. 1 HP HAT man no guard or weapons needs. 1- Whofe heart the blood of Jesus knows; But fafe may pafs, if duty leads, Thro' burning fands or mountain-fnows. 2 Releas'd from guilt he feels no fear, Redemption is his fhield and tow'r ; He fees his Saviour always near Toftelp, in ev'ry trying hour. 3 Tho' I am weak and Satan ftrong, And often to aflault me tries ; When Jesus is my fhield and fong,. Abafh'd the wolf before me flies. His love poflefling I am bleft, Secure whatever change may come; Whether I go to Eafl: or Weft, With him I ftill flaall be at home. If plac'd beneath the northern pole, Tho' winter reigns with rigor there; His gracious beams would cheer my foul, And make a fpring throughout the year. Or if the defarts fun-burnt foil, My lonely dwelling ere fhould prove ; His prefence would fupport my toil, Whofe fmile is life, whofe voice is love. HYMN L ?>• Ikl HY. 49. PSALMS. um HYMN xlix. Pfal. 63 YJlS He led them by a right way. rial. evil. 7:. 1 XA7 I.frael was from Egypt freed, V V The Lord, who brought them out, Help'd them in ev'ry time of need, But led them round about (y). 2 To enter Canaan foon they hop'd, But quickly chang'd their mind ; When the Red-fea their paflage ftopp'd, And Pharaoh march'd behind. 3 The defart fill'd them with alarms^ For water and for food ; And Amalek, by force of arms,, To check their progrefs ftood. 4 They often murmur'd by the way, Becaufe they judg'd by fight; But were at length conftrain'd to fay,. The Lord had led them right. 5 In the Red-fea that ftopp'd them firft, Their enemies were drowned ; The rocks gave water for their thirft,, And Manna fpread the ground. 6 By fire and cloud their way was fhown,. Acrofs the pathlefs fands ; And Amalek was overthrown, By Mofes' lifted hands. 7 The way was right their hearts to prove, To make God's glory known ; And' (j) Exodus xiik 17. Ifi1 6} PSALMS. Bk. I And (hew his wifdom, pow'r and love, Engaged to fave his own. 8 Juft fo the true believer's path Thro' many dangers lies ; Tho' dark to fenfe, 'tis right to faith, And leads us to the Ikies. HYMN L. JVbat Jhall I render (%). Pfal. cxvi. 12, 13. 1 FOR mercies, countlefs as the fands, if Which daily I receive From Jesus, my Redeemer's hands, My foul what canft thou give ? 2 Alafs ! from fuch a heart as mine, What can I bring him forth ? My beft is ftain'd and dy'd with fin, My all is nothing worth. Yet this acknowledgement I'll make For all he has beftow'd ; Salvations facred cup I'll take, And call upon my God. The beft returns for one like me, So wretched and fo poor; Is from his gifts to draw a plea, And afk him ftill for more. I cannot ferve him as I ought, No works have I to boaft; Yet would I glory in the thought That I fhall owe him moll. HYMN («) Book III. Hy-jn 67. •5i. PSALMS. 65 HYMN LI. Dwelling in Mefech. Pfal. cxx. 5—7. 1 a mournful life is mine, V V Fill with crofles, pains and cares ! Ev'ry work defil'd with fin, Ev'ry ftep befet with fnares ! 2 If alone I penfive fit, I myfelf can hardly bear; If I pafs along the ftreet, -Sin and riot triumph there. 3 Jesus! how my heart is pain'd, How it mourns for fouls deceiv'd ! When I hear thy name profan'd, When I fee thy Spirit griev'd ! 4 When thy childrens' griefs I view, Their diftrefs becomes my own ; All I hear, or fee, or do, Makes me tremble, weep and grone. 5 Mourning thus I long had been, When I hear'd my Saviour's voice ; " Thou haft caufe to mourn for fin, But in me thou may'ft rejoice." § This kind word difpell'd mv grief3 Put to filence my complaints ; Tho' of fmners I am chief, He has rank d me with his faints. 7 Tho' conftrain'd to dwell a while Where the wicked ftrive and brawl ; Let them frown, fo he but fmile, Heav'n will make amends for all. 8 There, 66 PROVERBS. BkI. 8 There, believers, we fhall reft, Free from forrow, fin and fears ; Nothing there our peace molefts, Thro' eternal rounds of years. 9 Let us then the fight endure, See our Captain looking down ; He will make the conqueft fure, And beftow the promis'd crown. * * * * * * * * ?• *❖ ** ** * * * * * * * *** * ** * * * i * * PROVERBS. HYMN LII. C. JVifdom. Chap. viii. 22—31. 1 "U* RE God had built the mountains, <1 Or rais'd the fruitful hills j Before he fill'd the fountains That feed the rqnning rills j In me, from everlafting, The wonderful I am, Found pleafures never wafting, And Wifdom is my name. 2 When, like a tent to dwell in, He fpread the Ikies abroad ; And fwath'd about the fwelling Of ocean's mighty flood ; He wrought by weight and meafure, And I was with him then ; Myfelf the Father's pleafure, And mine, the fons of men. 3 Thus HY-53' PROVERBS. 67 3 Thus wifdom's words difcover Thy glory and thy grace, Thou everlafting lover Of our unworthy race ! Thy gracious eye furvey'd us Ere ftars were feen above ; In wifdom thou haft made us, And dy'd for us in love. 4 And couldft thou be delighted With creatures fuch as we ! Who when we faw thee, flighted And nail'd thee to a tree ? Unfathomable wonder, And myftery divine ! The voice that fpeaks in thunder, Says, 44 Sinner I am thine !" HYMN LIU. A friend that fticketh cl:fer than a brother. Chap, xviii. 24. 1 there is, above all others, V-/ Well deferves the name of friend; His is love beyond a brother's, Coftly, free, and knows no end : They who once his kindnefs prove, Find it everlafting love ! 2 Which of all our friends to fave us, Could or would have ftied their blood I But our Jesus dy'd to have us Reconcil'd, in him to God : This 68 PROVERBS. Bk I. This was boundlefs love indeed ! Jesus is a friend in need. Men, when rais'd to lofty ftations, Often know their friends no more ; Slight and fcorn their poor relations Tho' they valu'd them before. But our Saviour always owns . Thofe whom he redeem'd with grones. When he liv'd on earth abafed, Friend of Tinners was his name j Now, above all glory raifed, He rejoices in the fame : Still he calls them brethren, friends, And to all their wants attends. Could we bear from one another, What he daily bears from us ? Yet this glorious Friend and Brother, Loves us tho' we treat him thus : Tho' for good we render ill, He accounts us brethren ftill. Oh ! for grace our hearts to foften ! Teach us, Lord, at length to love; We, alafs ! forget too often, What a Friend we have above: But when home our fouls are brought, We will love thee as we ought. E C C L E- HY. 54. EC CLE S I AST ES. 69 ECCLESIASTES. HYMN LIV. Vanity of Life [a). Chap. i. 2. 1 r I 1 H E evils that befet our path A Who can prevent or cure ? We {land upon the brink of death When moft we feem fecure. 2 If we to-day fweet peace pofTefs, It foon may be withdrawn ; Some change may plunge us in diflrefs, Before to-morrow's dawn. 3 Difeafe and pain invade our health And find an eafy prey ; And oft, when leaft expelled, wealth Takes wings and flies away. 4 A fever or a blow can {hake Our wifdom's boafted rule ; And of the brighteft genius make A madman or a fool. 5 The gourds, from which we look for fruit, Produce us only pain ; A worm unfeen attacks the root, And all our hopes are vain, fi I pity thofe who feek no more Than fuch a world can give ; Wretched they are, and blind, and poor, Anddying while they live. 7 Since (a) Book II, Hymn 6. 7o ECCLESIASTES. BkI. 7 Since fin has fill'tl the earth with woe, And creatures fade and die ; Lord wean our hearts from things below, And fix our hopes on high. HYMN LV. C. Vanity of the world. 1 O D gives his mercies to be fpent; Your hoard will do your foul no good : Gold is a blefling only lent, Repaid by giving others food. 2 The world's efteem is but a bribe, To buy their peace you fell your own ; The Have of a vain-glorious tribe, Who hate you while they make you known. 3 The joy that vain amufements give, Oh ! lad conclufion that it brings 1 The honey of a crowded hive, Defended by a thoufand ftings. 4 'Tis thus the world rewards the fools That live upon her treach'rous fmiles ; She leads them, blindfold, by her rules, And ruins all whom fine beguiles. 5 God knows the thoufands who go down From pleafure, into endlefs woe ; And with a long defpairing grone Blafpheme their Maker as they ^o. 6 O US. BKI HY.56 ECCLESIASTES. tbvntbwoe, 6 O fearful thought! be timely wife ; Hie-, Delight but in a Saviour's charms ; comtVmgsbelow, And God fhall take you to the ikies, ibigb. Embrac'd in everlafling arms. N LV. the wM \etc\es to be fpen't; fl io your (pul led: ily lent, hers food. is but a bribe, you fell your own 1 glorious tribe, : they make you bowa that it togs vied hiVe, ind flings, ewards tbe fools reach'tous {miles; JfolJ, byteiolo, {he beguiles, ufands who go down , endlefs woe; hairing grone b.*Tf ;J H Y M N LVI. Vanity of the creature fandlified. 1 T T ONE Y tho' the bee prepares, -F -S- An envenom'd fling he wears ; Peircing thorns a guard compofe Round the fragrant blooming rofe. 1 Where we think to find a fweet, Oft a painful fling we meet: When the rofe invites our eye, We forget the thorn is nigh. 3 Why are thus our hopes beguil'd ? Why are all our pleafures fpoil'd ? Why do agony and woe From our choicefl comforts grow ? 4 Sin has been the caufe of all ! 'Twas not thus before the fall : What but pain, and thorn, and fling, From the.root of fin can fpring ? 5 Now with ev'ry good we find Vanity and grief entwin'd ; What we feel, or what we fear, All our joys embitter here. 6 Yet, thro' the Redeemer's love, Thefe affli&ions bleffings prove 3 He mi 72 8 HYMN The -name of Jesus. LVII. Chap. i. 3. HOW fweet the name of Jesus founds In a believer's ear ? It fooths his forrows, heals his wounds, And drives away his fear. It makes the wounded fpirit whole, And calms the troubled breaft ; •'Tis Manna to the hungry foul, And to the weary reft. Dear name ! the rock on which I build, My fhield and hiding place ; My never-failing treas'ry fill'd With boundlefs ftores of grace. By thee my pray'rs acceptance gain, Altho' with fin defil'd -3 Satan S OLOMONls SONG. B:;I. |h# He the wounding ftings and thorns, Into healing med'cines turns. From the earth our hearts they wean, Teach us on his arm to lean j Urge us to a throne of grace, Make us feek a refting place. In the manfions of our King Sweets abound without a fting ; Thornlefs there the rofes blow, And the joys unmingled flow. S O L O M O N's SON G. Hy.58. ISAIAH. 73 Satan accufes me in vain, And I am own'd a child. Jesus! iny Shepherd, Hufband, Friend, My Prophet, Prieft, and King ; My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End, Accept the praife I bring. Weak is the effort of my heart, And cold my warmeft thought; But when I fee thee as thou art, I'll praife thee as I ought. 'Till then I would thy love proclaim With ev'ry fleeting breath ; And may the mufic of thy name Refreth my foul in death. ISAIAH. HYMN LVIIL C. O Lord, I will praife thee ! Chap. xii. 1 T Will praife thee ev'ry day A Now thine anger's turn'd away ! Comfortable thoughts arife From the bleeding facrifice. 2 Here in the fair gofpel field, Wells of free falvation yield Streams of life, a plenteous flore, And my foul (hall thirft no more. 3 Jesus is become at length My falvation and my ftrength j E And 74 ISAIAH. BkI. And his praifes fhall prolong, While I live, my pleafant fong. 4 Praife ye, then, his glorious name, Publifh his exalted fame ! Still his worth your praife exceeds, Excellent are all his deeds. 5 Raife again the joyful found, Let the nations roll it round ! Zion fhout, for this is he, God the Saviour dwells in thee. HYMN LIX. The Refuge, River, and Rock of the church. Chap, xxxii. 2. r T T E who on earth as man was known, 11 And bore our fins and pains ; Now, feated on th' eternal throne, The God of glory reigns. > His hands the wheels of nature guide With an unerring fkill; And countlefs worlds extended wide, Obey his fov'reign will. | While harps unnumber'd found his praife, In yonder world: above ; His faints on earth admire his ways, And glory, in his love. . His righteoufnefs, to faith reveal'd, Wrought out for guilty worms; Affords Hy. 60. ISAIAH. 75 Affords a hiding place and fhield, From enemies and ftorms. 5 This land, thro' which his pilgrims go, Is defolate and dry ; But ftreams of grace from him o'erfiow Their thirft to fatisfy. 6 When troubles, like a burning fun, Beat heavy on their head ; To this almighty Rock they run, And find a pleafing {hade. 7 How glorious he ! how happy they In fuch a glorious friend ! Whofe love fecures them all the way, And crowns them at the end. HYMN LX. Z/W, or the city of God (£). Chap, xxxiii, 27, 28. Lorious things of thee are fpoken (c), ^ Zion, city of our God ! He, whofe word cannot be broken, Form'd thee for his own abode (d) : On the rock of ages founded (e)> What can (hake thy fure repofe ? With falvation's walls furrounaed (f) Theu may'ft fmile at all thy foes. 2 See! e 2 (£) Book II. Hymn 24.. (r) Pfalm lxxxvii. 3. (:/)' Pialm cxxxii. $4, (c) Malt. xvi. 16." (/) liaiah axvi. 1. 76 ISAIAH. BK I. 2 See ! the ftreams of living waters Springing from eternal love (g) ; Well fupply thy fons and daughters, And all fear of want remove : Who can faint while fuch a river Ever flows their thirft t' affuage ? Grace, which like the Lord, the giver, Never fails from age to age. 3 Round each habitation hov'ring See the cloud and fire appear (h) ! For a glory and a covering, Shewing that the Lord is near : Thus deriving from their banner Light by night and fhade by day; Safe they feed upon the Manna Which he gives them when they pray. 4 Bleft inhabitants of Zion, Wafh'd in the Redeemer's blood ! Jesus, whom their fouls rely on, Makes them kings and priefts to God (i) ; 'Tis his love his people raifes Over felf to reign as kings And as priefts, his folemn praifes Each for a thank-ofF'ring brings. 5 Saviour, if of Zion's city I thro' grace a member am ; Let the world deride or pity, I will glory in thy name : Fading (g) Pfalm *lvi. 4, p) Rev. i. 6. (b) Ifaiah iv, 5, 6, Hy.6I. ISAIAH. Fading is the worldling's pleafure, All his boaded pomp and (how ; Solid joys and lading treafure, None but Zion's children know. 77 HYMN LXI. Look unto mey and be ye fav;d. Chap. xlv. 22» 1 A S the ferpent rais'd by Mofes (k) II Heal'd the burning ferpent's bite j Jesus thus himfelf difclofes To the wounded Tinner's fight : Hear his gracious invitation, " I have life and peace to give, I have wrought out full falvation, Sinner, look to me and live. 2 Pore upon your fins no longer, Well I know their mighty guilt; . But my love than death is dronger, I my blood,have freely fpilt : Tho' your heart has long been hard'nedr Look on me—it foft fhall grow ; Pad tranfgreffions fhall be pardon'd, And I'll wafh you white as fnow. 3 I have Teen what you were doing, Tho' you little thought of me ; You were madly bent on ruin, Bift I faid—It fhall not be : e 3 You (A) Numbers xxi. g. 78 ISAIAH. Bk I. You had been for ever wretched, Had I not efpous'd your part; Now behold my arms outftretched To receive you to my heart. 4 Well may fhame, and joy, and wonder, All your inward paflions move; I could cruflj thee with my thunder, But I fpeak to thee in love : Seel your fins are all forgiven, I have paid the countlefs fum ! Now my death has open'd heaven, Thither you fhall fhortly come." 5 Deareft Saviour, we adore thee For thy precious life and death ; Melt each ftubborn heart before thee, Give us all the eye of faith : From the law's condemning fentence, To thy mercy we appeal ; Thou alone canft give repentance, Thou alone our fouls canft heal. HYMN LXII. The good Phyfic'wn. I T T O W loft was my condition F* Till Jesus made me whole ! There is but one Phyfician Can cure a fin-fick foul. Next door to death he found me, And fnatch'd me from the grave j To tell to all around me, His wond'rous pow'r to fave. The Hv. 62. I S A I" A H. 79 2 The worft of all difeaJes Is light, compar'd with fin ; On ev'ry part it ferzes, But rages moft within : 'Tis palfy, plague, and fever, And madnefs—all combin'd j And none but a believer The leaft relief can find. 3, From men great fkill profefiing I thought a cure to gain; But this prov'd more diftreflingi.- And added to my pain : Some faid that nothing aiI'd me. Some gave me up for loft; Thus ev'ry refuge fail'd me, And all my hopes were crofs'd. 4 At length this great Phyfician, How matchlefs is his grace ! Accepted my petition, And undertook my cafe : Firft gave me fight to view him, For fin my eyes had feal'd ; Then bid me look unto him, I look'd, and I was heal'd. 5 A dying, rifen Jesus, Seen by the eye of faith ; At once from danger frees us, . And faves the foul from death 1 Come then to this Phyfician, His help he'll freely give ; He makes no hard condition, 'Tis only—look and live. e a. HYMN I 80 ISAIAH. I. HYMN LXIII. To the ajjlifted) tojfed with tempefts and not comforted. Chap. liv. 5—11. 1 "OEnfive, doubting, fearful heart, A Hear what Christ the Saviour fays; Ev'ry word (bould joy impart, Change thy mourning into praife: Yes, he fpeaks, and fpeaks to thee, May he help thee to believe ! Then thou prefently will fee, Thou haft little caufe to grieve. 2 " Fear thou not, nor be afhamed, All thy forrows foon lhall end : I who heav'n and earth have fram'd, Am thy hufband and thy friend : I the High and Holy One, Ifrael's God by all ador'd ; As thy Saviour will be known, Thy Redeemer and thy Lord. 3 For a moment I withdrew, And thy heart was fill'd with pain ; But my mercies I'll renew, Thou (halt foon rejoice again : Tho' I feem to hide my face, Very foon my wrath fhall ceafe ; 'Tis but for a moment's fpace, Ending in eternal peace. 4 When my peaceful bow appears (7) Painted on the wat'ry cloud ; (/) Genefis ix. 13, 14, 'Tis Hy.64. I S A r A H. 'Tis to difilpate thy fears, Left the earth fhould be o'erflow'd : 'Tis an emblem too of grace, Of my cov'nant love a'fign ; Tho' the mountains leave their place, Thou (halt be for ever mine. 5 Tho' aftlidted, tempeft-tofs'd, Comfortlefs awhile thou art, Do not think thou canft be loft, Thou art graven on my heart : All thy waftes I will repair, Thou fihalt be rebuilt anew ; And in thee it fhall appear, What a God of love can do. HYMN LXIV. C. The contrite heart. Chap. lvii. 15. 1 HP HE Lord will happinefs divine -a- On contrite hearts beftow : Then tell me, gracious God, is mind A contrite heart, or no ? 2 I hear, but feem to hear in vain, Infenfible as fteel ; If ought is felt, 'tis only pain, To find I cannot feel. 3 I fometimes think myfelf inclin'd To love thee, if I could j But often feel another mind, Averfe to all that's good. e 5 4 My 82 ISAIAH. BK I. 4 My befl deflres are faint and few, I fain would flrive for more ; But when I cry, *' My flrength renew, Seem weaker than before. 5 Thy faints are comforted I know, And love thy houfe of pray'r ; I therefore go where others go, But find no comfort there. 6 O make this heart rejoice, or ach ; Decide this.doubt for me; And if it be not broken, break, And heal it, if it be. HYMN LXV. C. The future peace and glory of the church. Chap. Ix. 15—20. HEar what God the Lord hath fpoken, O my people, faint and few 5 Comfortlefs, afflidied, broken, Fair abodes I build for you : Themes of heart-felt tribulation Shall no more perplex your ways ; You fhall name your walls, Salvation, And your gates fhall all be praife. : There, like flreams that feed the garden, Pleafures, without end, fhall flow ; For the Lord, your faith rewarding, All his bounty fhall bellow : Still Hy. 66. JEREMIAH. 83 Still in undifturb'd pofleffion, Peace and righteoufnefs fhall reign 1 Never {hall you feel oppteffion, Hear the voice of war again. 3 Ye no more your funs defcending, Waning moons no more fhall fee ; But your griefs, for ever ending, Find eternal noon in me : God fhall rife, and fhining o'er you, Change to day the gloom of night ; He, the Lord, fhall be your glory, God your everlafting light. JEREMIAH. HYMN LXVL Trufl of the wicked, and the righteous compared. Chap. xvii. 5—8. 1 A S parched in the barren fands YA. Beneath a burning iky j The worthlefs bramble with'ring Hands, And only grows to die. 2 Such is the finner's awful cafe, Who makes the world his truft j And dares his confidence to place In vanity and duft. 3 A fecret curfe deftroys fiiis'root, And dries his moifture up ; He lives awhile, but bears no fruit, Then dies without a hope* 4 But 84 JEREMIAH. BkI. 4 But happy he whofe hopes depend Upon the Lord alone ; The foul that trufts in fuch a friend, Can ne'er be overthrown. 5 Tho' gourds fhould wither, cifte-rns break, And creature-comforts die j No change his folid hope can fhake, Or flop his fure fupply. 6 So thrives and blooms the tree whofe roots By conflant ftreams are fed ; Array'd in green, and rich in fruits, It rears its branching head. 7 It thrives, tho' rain fhould be deny'd, And drought around prevail; 'Tis planted by a river's fide Whofe waters cannot fail. H Y M N LXV1I. C. y E H O VA H our righteoufnefs. Chap, xxiii. 6. 1 God ! how perfect are thy ways 1 LVX But mine polluted are ; Sin twines itfelf about my praife, And Aides into my pray'r. 2 When I would fpeak what thou haft done To fave me from my fin ; I cannot make thy mercies known But felf-applaufe creeps in. 3 Divine Hy.68. JEREMIAH. 85 3 Divine defire, that holy flame Thy grace creates in me; Alafs ! impatience is its name, When it returns to thee. 4 This heart, a fountain of vile thoughts. How does it overflow? While felf upon the furface floats Still bubbling from below. 5 Let others in the gaudy drefs Of fancied merit fhine ; The Lord fhall be my righteoufnefs The Lord for ever mine. HYMN LXVIII. C. E P H R A I M repenting. Chap. xxxi. 18—20. 1 TV/T ^ God •' ^ receiv'd thy ftroke, LVJL How like a beafl: was I ! So unaccuftom'd to the yoke, So backward to comply. 2 With grief my juft reproach I bear, Shame fills me at the thought; How frequent my rebellions were ! What wickednefs I wrought ! 3 Thy merciful reftraint I fcorn'd And left the pleafant road ; Yet turn me, and I fhall be turn'd7, Thou art the Lord my God. 4 Is 86 LAMENTATIONS. BKI. 4 Is Ephraim banifti'd from my thoughts, Or vile in my efteem ? No, faith the Lord, with all his faults, I ftill remember him. 5 Is he a dear and pleafant child ? Yes, dear and pleafant ftill ; Tho' fin his foolifti heart beguil'd, And he withftood my will. 6 My (harp rebuke has laid him low, He feeks my face again j My pity kindles at his woe, He lhall not feek in vain. * * *** *■* * ** ** * * ❖ ***❖ ** * * * * * 4* * ** £* *» * LAMENTATIONS. HYMN LXIX. The Lord is my portion. Chap. iii. 24. 1 FROM pole to pole let others roam, L And fearch in vain for blifs ; My foul is fatisfy'd at home, The Lord my portion is. 2 Jesus, who on his glorious throne Rules heav'n and earth and fea ; Is pleas'd to claim me for his own, And give himfelf to me. 3 His perfon fixes all my love, His blood removes my fear; And while he pleads for me above, His arm preferves me here. 4 His HY. 70. 4 E Z E K I E L. 87 His word of promife is my food, His Spirit is my guide ; Thus daily is my ftrength renew'd And all my wants fupply'd (w). 5 For him I count as gain each lofs, Difgrace, for him, renown ; Well may I glory in his crofs, While he prepares my crown ! 6 Let worldlings then indulge their boaft, How much they gain or fpend ! Their joys muft foon give up the ghoft, But mine {hall know no end. E Z E K I E L. HYMN LXX. Humbled and filenced by mercy. Chap. xvi. 6*4. 1 C~\ N C E perifhing in blood I lay, Creatures no help could give ; But Jesus pafs'd me in the way, He faw, and bid me live. 2 Tho' Satan ftill his rule maintain'd, And all his arts employ'd ; That mighty Word his rage reftrain'd, I could not be deftroy'd. 3 At length the time of love arriv'd When I my Lord {hould_ know j Then Satan, of his pow'r deprived, Was forc'd to let me go. 4o (m) Book III. Hymn 59, 8s , E. Z E K I E L. BkI. 4 O can I ere that day forget When Jesus kindly fpoke ! And learn my ftatutes to obey. My truth the great defign infufes, I give myfelf away to you ; You (hall be mine, I will be yours, Your God unalterably true. Yet not unfought, of unimplor'd, The plenteous grace fhall I confer (n) ; No—your whole hearts fhall feek theLoRD, I'll put a prayirig fpirit there. From the firft breath of life divine, Down to the laft expiring hour ; The gracious work fhall all be mine, Begun and ended in my pow'r. HYMN LXXXI. C. JEHOVAH-S H A M M A H. Chap, xlviii. 35. AS birds their infant brood prote£! (0), And fpread their wings to Ihelter them j Thus faith the Lord to his ele<5l, " So will I guard Jerufalem.*" And what then is Jerufalem, This darling obje£t of his care ? Where is its worth in Qod's efteem, Who built it? who inhabits there ? 3 Jehovah (o) Ver. 37. (0) Ifaiah xxxi, 5, 9o DANIEL. BkI. 3 Jehovah founded it in blood, The blood of his incarnate Son ; There dwell the faints, once foes to God, The finners, whom he calls his own. 4 There, tho' befieg'd on ev'ry fide, Yet much belov'd and guarded well j From age to age they have defy'd, The utmoft force of earth and hell. 5 Let earth repent, and hell defpair, This city has a fure defence ; Her name is call'd, the Lord is there, And who has pow'r to drive him thence. ***$*# * DANIEL. HYMN. LXXIIL Tie power and triumph of faith. Chap. iii. 6. it C Upported by the word, ^ Tho' in himfelf a worm, The fervant of the Lord Can wond'rous adts perform : Without difmay he boldly treads Wheree'er the path of duty leads. 2 The haughty king in vain, With fury on his brow, Believer's would conftrain To golden gods to bow : The furnace could not make them fear, Becaufe they knew the Lord was near. 3 As HY. 73- DANIEL. 91 3 As vain was the decree Which charg'd them not to pray ,3 Daniel Hill bow'd his knee, And worfhip'd thrice a day : Trufting in God, he fear'd not men, Tho' threatned with the lion's den. 4 Secure they might refufe Compliance with fuch laws, For what had they to lofe, When God efpous'd their caufe ? He made the hungry lions crouch, Nor durft the fire his children touch. 5 The Lord is Hill the fame, A mighty fhield and tow'r, And they who truft his name Are guarded by his pow'r : He can the rage of lions tame, And bear them harmlefs thro' the flame. 6 Yet we too often fhrink When trials are in view j Expe&ing we muft fink, And never can get thro'. But could we once believe indeed, From all thefe fears we fhould be freed. H Y M-N 92 D A N I E L. BkI. HYMN LXXIV. BELSHAZZAR. Chap. v. 5, 6. 1 pOOR Tinners! little do they think With whom they have to do ! But Hand fecurely on the brink Of everlalting woe. 2 Bellhazzar thus, profanely bold, The Lord of holts defy'd ; But vengeance Toon his boafts controll'd, And. humbled all his pride. 3 He Taw a hand upon the wall (And trembled on his throne) Which wrote his fudden dreadful fall In chara&ers unknown. 4 Why Ihould he tremble at the view Of what he could not read ? Foreboding confcience quickly knew His ruin was decreed. 5 See him o'erwhelm'd with deep diflrefs t His eyes with anguilh roll ; His looks, and loofen'd joints, exprefs The terrors of his foul. 6 His pomp and mufic, guelts and wine, No more delight afford ; O Tinner, ere this cafe be thine, Begin to feek the Lord. 7 The law like this hand-writing Hands,. And fpeaks the wrath of God (p) ; But Jesus anfwers its demands, And cancels it with blood. JONAH. (/>) Colofiians ii. 14. L E Lt Bjj Hy.75. LXXIV. j JONAH. 93 O N H. {lands* 6 j on^ HYMN LXXV. The gourd. Chap. iv. 7. AS once for Jonah, fo the Lord To footh and cheer my mournful hours, Prepar'd for me a pleafing gourd, Cool was its (hade, and fweet its flow'rs. To prize his gift was furely right; But thro' the folly of my heart, It hid the Giver from my fight, And foon my joy was chang'd to fmart. While I admir'd its beauteous form, Its pleafant ftiade and grateful fruit j The Lord, difpleas'd, fent forth a worm, Unfeen, to prey upon the root. I trembled when I faw it fade, But guilt reftrain'd the murm'ring word My folly I confefs'd, and pray'd, Forgive my fin, and fpare my gourd. His wond'rous love can ne'er be told, He heard me and reliev'd my pain ; His word the threat'ning worm controll'd, And bid my gourd revive again. Now, Lord, my gourd is mine no more, 'Tis thine, who only could'ft it raife j The idol of my heart before, Henceforth ftiall flourifh to thy praife. Z E C H A- ZECHARIAH- BK ZECHARIAH. HYMN LXXVI. Prayer for the Lord'* pro?nifed pre fence. Chap. ji. 10. 1 QON of God ! thy people's fliield ! Muft we ftill thine abfence mourn ? Let thy promife be fulfill'd, Thou haft faid, " I will return f" 2 Gracious Leader now appear, Shine upon us with thy light! Like the fpring, when thou art near, Days and funs are doubly bright. 3 As a mother counts the days Till her abfent fon (he fee ; Longs and watches, weeps and prays, So our fpirits long for thee. 4 Come, and let us feel thee nigh, Then thy fheep (hall feed in peace; Plenty blefs us from on high, Evil from amongft us ceafe. 5 With thy love, and voice, and aid, Thou canft ev'ry care afluage ; Then we fhall not be afraid, Tho' the world and Satan rage. 6 Thus each day for thee we'll fpend, While our callings we purfue ; And the thoughts of fuch a friend Shall each night our joy renew. 7 L« Hy, 77. ZECHARIAH. 95 7 Let thy light be ne'er withdrawn, Golden days afford us long ! Thus we pray at early dawn, This fhall be our ev'ning fong. HYMN LXXVII. A brand plucked out of the fire. Chap. iii. 1—5. 1 II7ITH Satan, my accufer near, V V My fpirit trembled when I faw The Lord in majefty appear, And heard the language of his law. 2 In vain I wifh'd and ftrove to hide The tatter'd filthy rags I wore ; While my fierce foe, infulting cry'd, " See what you trufted in before !" 3 Struck dumb, and left without a plea, I heard my gracious Saviour fay, " Know, Satan, I this finner free, I dy'd to take his fins away. 4 This is a brand which I in love, To fave from wrath and fin defign ; In vain thy accufations prove, I anfwer all, and claim him mine." 5 At his rebuke the tempter fled ; Then he removed my filthy drefs ; " Poor finner take this robe, he faid, It is thy Saviour's righteoufnefs. , 6 And 96 ZECHARI AH. Bk 6 And fee, a crown of life prepar'd ! That I might thus thy head adorn ; I thought no fliame or fufF'ring hard, But wore, for thee, a crown of thorn." 7 O how I heard thefe gracious words ! They broke and heal'd my heart at once; Conftrain'd me to become the Lord's, And all my idol-gods renounce. 8 Now, Satan, thou haft loft thy aim, Againft this brand thy threats are vain ; Jesus has pluck'd it from the flame, And who fhall put it in again ? HYMN LXXVIII. On oneJione Jhall be feven eyes. Chap. iii. 9. 1 TESUS Christ, the Lord's anointed, .J Who his blood for finners fpilt j Is the Stone by God appointed, And the church is on him built : Fie delivers all who truft him from their guilt 2 Many eyes at once are fixed On a perfon fo divine j Love, with awful.juftice mixed, In his great redemption fhine : Mighty Jesus! give me leave to call thee mine. 3 By the Father's eye approved, Lo, a voice is heard from heav'n (^), " Sinners, (f) Matt. iii. 17. HY.78. ZECHARIAH. 97 " Sinners, this is my Beloved, For your ranfom freely given : All offences, for his fake, (hall be forgiven/* 4 Angels with their eyes purfu'd him (r), When he left his glorious throne; With aftonifhment they view'd him Put the form of fervant on : Angels worfhipp'd him who was on earth unknown, 5 Satan and his hoft amazed, Saw this ftone in Zion laid ; Jesus, tho' to death abafed, Bruis'd the fubtle lerpent's head (r) : When to fave us, on the crofs his blood he fhed. 6 When a guilty finner fees him, While he looks his foul is heal'd ; Soon this fight from anguifh frees him, And imparts a pardon feal'd (t) : May thic Saviour be to all our hearts reveal'd ! 7 With defire and admiration, All his blood-bought flock behold ; Him who wrought out their falvation, And enclos'd them in his fold(w); Yet theirwarmeft love, andpraifes,are toocold. 8 By the eye of carnal reafon Many view him with difdain (x) ; How will they abide the feafon When he'll come with all his train : To efcape him then they'll wifh, .hut wifh in vain. F 9 How (r) iTLm. iii. ifi. (i) John xii. 31. (r) John iii. 15. (u) 1 Peter ii. 7. (*) Pfalm cxviii. 27. • 1'! 9$ Z E C H A R I A H. BkI. 9 How their hearts will melt and tremble When they hear his awful voice (y) j But his faints he'll then aflemble, As his portion and his choice ; And receive them to his everlafting joys. HYMN LXXIX. C. Praife for the fountain opened. Chap. xiii. I. 1 rT"'HERE is a foutain fill'd with blood JL Drawn from Emmanuel's veins ; And Tinners, plung'd beneath that flood, Loofe all their guilty ftains. 2 The dying thief rejoic'd to Tee That fountain in his day ; And there have I, as vile as he, Wafh'd all my fins away. 3 Dear dying Lamb, thy precious blood Shall never lofe its povv'r ; Till all the ranfom'd church of God Be fav'd, to fin no more. 4 E'er fince, by faith, I faw the ftream Thy flowing wounds fupply : Redeeming love has been my theme, And Thai 1 be till I die. 5 Then in a nobler fweeter fong I'll fing thy pow'r to fave ; When this pooElifping ftamm'ring tongue Lies filent in the grave. 6 Lord, py) Rev. i. 7. Hy. 80 6 MALACHI. 99 Lord, I believe thou haft prepared (Unworthy tho' I be) For me a blood-bought free reward, A.golden harp for me ! 'Tis ftrung, and tun'd, for endlefs years, And form'd by pow'r divine ; To found, in God the Father's ears, No other name but thine. MALACHI. HYMN LXXX. They Jhall be tnitie, faith the Lord. Chap. iii. 16—18. WHEN finners utter boafting words, And glory in their fhame ; The Lord, well-pleas'd, an ear affords To thofe who fear his name. i They often meet to feek his face, And what they do, or fay, Is noted in his book of grace Againft another day. } For they, by faith, a day defcry, And joyfully expedl, When he, defcending from the fky, His jewels will colle£t. \. Unnotic'd now, becaufe unknown, A poor and fuff'ring few ; He comes to claim them for his own, And bring them forth to view. f 2 5 With JQO MATTHEW. EkI. 5 With tranfport then their Saviour's care And favor they fhall prove ; As tender parents guard and fpare The children of their love. 6 Afiembled worlds will then difcern The faints alone are bleft ; When wrath (hall like an oven burn, And vengeance ftrike the reft. ************** MATTHEW. HYMN LXXXI. The beggar. Chap. vii. 7—8. 1 Ncourag'd by thy word 1' Of promife to the poor; Behold, a beggar, Lord, Waits at thy mercy's door ! No hand, no heart, O Lord, but thine, Can help or pity wants like mine. 2 The beggar's ufual plea Relief from men to gain, If offer'd unto thee, I know thou would'ft difdain : And pleas which move thy gracious ear, Are fuch as men would fcorn to hear. 3 I have no right to fay That tho' I now am poor, Yet once there was a day When I poflefled more : Thou , vii, i-?. Hy.bi. MATTHEW. id Thou know'ft that from my very birth, I've been the pooreft wretch on earth. 4 Nor can I dare profefs, As beggars often do, Tho' great is my diftrefs, My wants have been but few : If thou fhouldft leave my foul to ftarve, It would be what I well deferve. 5- 'Twere folly to pretend I never begg'd before ; Or if thou now befriend, I'll trouble thee no more : Thou often haft reliev'd my pain. And often I muft come again. 6 Tho' crumbs are much too good For fuch a dog as I; No lefs than childrens' food My foul can fatisfy : 0 do not frown and bid me go, 1 muft have all thou canft beftow. 7 Nor can I willing be Thy bounty to conceal From others, who like me, Their wants and hunger feel : I'll tell them of thy mercy's ftore, And try to fend a thoufand more. 8 Thy thoughts, thou only wife ! Our thoughts and ways tranfcend, Ear as the arched fkies Above the earth extend (z) : f 3 Such (2s) Ifaiah lv, 8, 9. 102 MATTHEW. BkI. Such pleas as mine men would not bear, But God receives a beggar's pray'r. HYMN LXXXII, The leper. Chap. viif. 2, 3. 1 f~\ F T as the leper's cafe I read, My own defcrib'd I feel \ Sin is a leprofy indeed, Which none but Christ can heal. 2 Awhile I would have pafs'd for well, And ftrove my fpots to hide -y Till it broke out incurable, Too plain to be deny'd. 3 Then from the faints I fought to flee, And dreaded to be feen ; I thought they all would point at me, And cry, " Unclean, unclean V* 4 What anguifh did my foul endure, Till hope and patience ceas'd ? The more I ftrove myfelf to cure, The more the plague increas'd. 5 While thus I lay diftrefs'd, I faw The Saviour palling by j To him, tho' fili'd with fhame and awe, I rais'd my mournful cry. 6 Lord, thou canft heal me if thou wilt, For thou canft all things do ; O cleanfe my leprous foul from guilt, My filthy heart renew ! 7 He Hy. 83; MAI 1 H" E W. 1 c 7 He heard, and with a gracious look, Pronounc'd the healing word ; " I will, be clean"—and while he fpoke- I felt my health reftor'd. 8 Come lepers, feize the prefent hour, The Saviour's grace to prove j He can relieve, for he is pow'r, He -will, for he is love. HYMN LXXXIII. A ftck foul. Chap. ix. 12. 1 "OHyfician of my fin-fick foul, J- To thee I bring my cafe ; My raging malady controll, And heal me by thy grace. 2 Pity the anguifh I endure, See how I mourn and pinfe j For never can I hope a cure From any hand but thine. 3 I would difclofe my whole complaint, But where {hall I begin ? No words of mine can fully paint That worft diftemper, fin. 4 It lies not in a fingle part, But thro' my frame is fpread ) A burning fever in my heart, A palfy in my head. 5 It makes me deaf, and dumb, and blind, And impotent and lame j £ 4 And 104 MATTHEW. BkI. And overclouds, and fills my mind, With folly, fear, and ihame. 6 A thoufand evil thoughts intrude Tumultuous in my breaft; Which indifpofe me for my food, And rob me of my reft. 7 Lord I am fick, regard my cry, And fet tny fpirit free ; Say, canft thou let a firmer die, Who longs to live to thee ? HYMN LXXXIV. iSatan returning. Chap., xii. 43—45. 1 "T X 7HEN Jesus claims the finner's heart, V V Where Satan rul'd before } The evil fpirit muft depart, And dares return no more. 2 But when he goes without conftraint, And wanders from his home ; Altho' withdrawn, 'tis but a faint, He means again to come. 3 Some outward change perhaps is feen If Satan quit the place.} But tho' the houfe feem fwept and clean, 'Tis deftitute of grace. 4 Except the Saviour dwell and reign Within the finner's mind ; Satan, when he returns again, Will eafy entrance find. 5 With 'H*w. BU, 4^mymvnd, i snd -thame, ,Q^ts intrude nybreaft; ie for my food, iy reft, egard my cry, it free; :t a firmer die, fwetotke! n ami , Ci3p. xii.4H5. i'$ claims tkffniaert hart, ktttmWkiorej muft depart, :turn no more, ces without conhint, from his bone; iBf feint a faint, a to come. ange perhaps is feen he pia«; 'efeemfwept andclean, if grace. ut dwell and reign inert mindi returns again, ■ance find. ^ HY.85. MATTHEW. 105 5 With rag'e and malice fevenfold, He then refumes his fway; No-more by checks to be controll'd, No more to go away. 6 The dinner's former ftate was bad, But worfe the latter far j He lives poffefs'd, and blind, and mad, And dies in dark defpair. 7 Lord fave me from this dreadful end ! And from this heart of mine, O drive and keep away the fiend Who fears no voice but thine. H Y M N LXXXV. C. The fower. Chap. xiii. 3. The Sower is gone forth to fow, And fcatter bleffings round. 2 The feed that finds a ftony foil, Shoots forth a hafty blade ; But ill repays the fower's toil, Soon wither'd, fcorch'd, and dead. 3 The thorny ground is fure to baulk All hopes of harveft there ; We find a tall and fickly ftalk, But not the fruitful ear. f 5 4 The- io6 MATTHEW. BkI. 4 The beaten path and high-way fide Receive the truft in vain ; The watchful birds the fpoil divide, And pick up all the grain. 5 But where the Lord of grace and pow'r Has blefs'd the happy field ; How plenteous is the golden ftore The deep-wrought furrows yield ! 6 Father of mercies we have need Of thy preparing grace ; Let the fame hand that gives the feed, Provide a fruitful place. HYMN LXXXVI. The wheat and tares. Chap. xiii. 37—42. 1 H O* in the outward church below A The wheat and tares together grow j Jesus ere long will weed the crop, And pluck the tares, in anger, up. 2 Will it relieve their horrors there, To recoiled their ftations here ? How much they heard, howmuch they knew, How long amongft the wheat they grew ! 3 Oh ! this will aggravate their cafe They perifh'd under means of grace ; To them the word of life and faith, Became an inftrument of death. 4 We feem alike when thus we meet, Strangers might think we all are wheat; Hy. 87. M A T T H E W. 107 But to the Lord's all-fearching eyes, , Each 'heart appears without difguife. 5 The tares are fpar'd for various ends, Some, for the fake of praying friends j Others, the Lord, againft their will, Employs his counfels to fulfill. 6 But tho' they grow fo tall and ftrong, His plan will not require them Jong j In harveft, when he faves his own, The tares {hall into hell be thrown. HYMN LXXXVII. Peter walking upon Chap. xiv. 28- the water. "31, 1 \ Word from Jesus calms the fea, ■L The ftormy wind controls j And gives repofe and liberty To tempeft-tofled fouls. 2 To Peter 011 the waves he came, And gave him inftant peace ; Thus he to me reveal'd his name, And bid my forrows ceafe. 3 Then filI'd with wonder, joy and love, Peter's requeft was mine ; Lord, call me down, I long to prove That I am wholly thine. Unmov'd at all I have to meet On life's tempeftuous fea ; Hard, fhall be eafy ; bitter, fweet, So I may follow thee. io8 MATTHEW. BkI. ,5 He heard and fmil'd, and bid me try, I eagerly obey'd ; But when from him I turn'd my eye, How was my foul difmay'd ! 6 The ftorm increas'd on ev'ry fide, I felt my fpirit (hrink ; And foon, with Peter, loud I cry'd, " Lord, fave me, or I fink." 7 Kindly he caught me by the hand, And faid, " Why doft thou fear ? Since thou art come at my command, And I am always near. 8 Upon my promife reft thy hope, And keep my love in view ; I ftand engag'd to hold thee up, And guide thee fafely thro'." HYMN LXXXVIII. Woman of Canaan. Chap. xv. 22—28. 1 "ORay'r an anfwer yvill obtain, £ Tho' the Lord awhile delay j None fhall feek his face in vain, None be empty fent away. 2 When the woman came from Tyre, And for help to Jesus fought j Tho' he granted her defire, •Yet at firft he anfwer'd not. 3 Could fhe guefs at his intent, When he to his followers faid, " I to Hy. 89. M ^ me try, J my eye, «ltl " I to Ifrael's fheep arn fent, Dogs muft not have childrens' bread.'" \. She was not of Ifrael's feed, But of Canaan's wretched race; Thought herfelf a dog indeed ; «Was not this a hopelefs cafe ? 5 Yet altho' from Canaan fprung, Tho' a dog herfelf fhe ftil'd ; She had Ifrael's faith and tongue, And was own'd for Abraham's child. 3 From his words fhe draws a plea ; Tho' unworthy childrens' bread, 'Tis enough for one like me, If with crumbs I may be fed. ] Jesus then his heart reveal'd, " Woman canft thou thus believe ? I to thy petition yield, All that thou canft wifh, receive." I 'Tis a pattern fet for us, How we ought to wait and pray ; None who plead and wreftle thus, Shall be empty fent_away. HYMN LXXXIX. What think ye of Christ ? Chap. xxii. 42. WHAT think youofCHRiST ? istheteft To try both your ftate and your fcheme ; You cannot be right in the reft, Unlefs you think rightly of him. no MATTHEW. As Jesus appears in your view, As he is beloved or not; So God is difpofed to you, And mercy or wrath are your lot. 2 Some take him a creature to be, A man, or an angel at moft ; Sure thefe have not feelings like me, Nor know themfelves wretched and loft So guilty, fo helplefs, am I, I durft not confide in his blood, Nor on his protection rely, Unlefs I were fure he is God. 3 Some call him a Saviour, in word, But mix their own works with his plan And hope he his help will afford, When they have done all that they can If doings prove rather too light (A little, they own, they may fail) They purpofe to make up full weight, By calling his name in the fcale. 4 Some ftile him the pearl of great price, And fay he's the fountain of joys ; Yet feed upon folly and vice, And cleave to the world and its toys : Like Judas, the Saviour they kifs, And, while they falute him, betray; Ah ! what will profeffion like this Avail in his terrible day ? If afk'd, what of Jesus I think ? Tho' ftill my beft thoughts are but poor I fay, he's my meat and my drink, My life, and my ftrength, and my ftore, Hy. 90. M A T T H E W. in My Shepherd, my Hufband, my Friend, My Saviour from fin and from thrall j My hope from beginning to end, My Portion, my Lord, and my All. HYMN XC. The foolijh virgins [a). Chap. xxv. 1. 1 T XT HEN defcending from the Iky V V The Bridegroom fhall appear j And the folemn midnight cry, Shall call profeffors near : How the found our hearts will damp ! How will fhame o'erfpread each face ! If we only have a lamp, Without the oil of grace. 2 Foolifli virgins then will wake And feek for a fupply; But in vain the pains they take To borrow or to buy : Then with thofe they now defpife, Earnedly they'll wifh to lhare ; But the bed, among the wife, Will have no oil to fpare. 3 Wife are they, and truly bled, Who then fliall ready be ! But defpair will feize the red, And dreadful mifery : Once (a) Book III. Hymn 72, ii2 MATTHEW. Bk Once, they'll cry, we fcorn'd to doubt, Tho' in lies our trufl we put ; Now our lamp of hope is out, The door of mercy fhut. 4 If they then prefume to plead, '4 Lord open to us now ; We on earth have hear'd and pray'd, And with thy faints did bow He will anfwer from his throne, " Tho' you with my people mix'd, Yet to me you ne'er were known, Depart, your doom is fix'd." 5 O that none who worfhip here May hear that word, Depart f Lord imprefs a godly fear On each profeffor's heart : Help us, Lord, to fearch the camp, Let us not ourfelves beguile j Trufling to a dying lamp Without a flock of oil. HYMN XCI. Peter finning and repenting. Chap. xxvi. 73. 1 YX7HEN Peter boaftea, foon he fell, W Yet was by grace reflor'd ^ His cafe fhould be regarded well By all who fear the Lord. 2 A voice it has, and helping hand, Backfliders to recall; And HY.9I MATTHEW. n3 And cautions thofe who think they ftand, Left fuddenly they fall. 3 He faid, " Whatever others do, With Jesus I'll abide j" Yet foon amidft a murd'rous crew His fuff'ring Lord deny'd. 4 He who had been fo bold before, Now trembled like a. leaf j Not only ly'd, but curs'd and fwore, To gain the more belief. 5 While he blafphem'd he heard the cock, And Jesus look'd in love ; At once, as if by light'ning ftruck, His tongue forbore to move. 6 Deliver'd thus from Satan's fnare He ftarts, as from a fleep ; His Saviour's look he could not bear, But hafted forth to weep. 7 But fure the faithful cock had crow'd A hundred times in vain ; Had not the Lord that look beftow'd. The meaning to explain. 8 As I, like Peter, vows have made, Yet adbed Peter's part; So confcience, like the cock, upbraids My bafe, ungrateful heart. 9 Lord Jesus, hear a Tinner's cry, My broken peace renew ; And grant one pitying look, that I May weep with Peter too. MARK, Mi 114 MARK. BkI. MARK. HYMN XCII. The legion difpojfejjed. Chap. v. iB, ig, 1 T Egion was my name by nature, Satan rag'd within my breaftj Never mifery was greater, Never Tinner more poflefs'd : Mifchievous to all around me, To myfelf the greateft foe ; Thus I was, when Jesus found me,. Fill'd with madnefs, fin and woe. 2 Yet in this forlorn condition, When he came to fet me free j I reply'd, to my Phyfician, " What have I to do with thee ?" But he would not be prevented, Refcu'd me againft my will ; Had he ftaid till I confented, I had been a captive ftill. 3 " Satan, tho' thou fain wouldft have it, Know this foul is none of thine 5 I have fhed my blood to fave it, Now I challenge it for mine (b) : Tho' it long has thee refembled, Henceforth it fhall me obey Thus he fpoke while Satan trembled, Gnalh'd his teeth and fled away. 4 Thus (b) Book III. Hymn 54, BkI K, hy. 93. MAR K. ns Thus my frantic foul he healed, Bid my fins and forrows ceafe ; flain, And fpread the news around., g 5 130 L U IC E. Bk I. My Ton was dead, but lives again, Was loft, but now is found. 8 'Tis thus the Lord his love reveals, To call poor Tinners home ; More than a father's love he feels, And welcomes all that come. HYMN CV. The rich man and L A Z A RXJ Chap. xvi. 19—25. 1 A Worldling fpent each day -LA- In luxury and ftatej While a believer lay, A beggar at his gate : Thinknot theLoRD's appointments ftrange, Death made a great and lafting change. 2 Death brought the faint releafe From want, difeafe, and fcorn j And to the land of peace, His foul, by angels borne,- In Abraham's bofom fafely piae'd, Enjoys an everlafting feaft. 3 The rich man alfo dy'd, And in a moment fell From all his pomp and pride Into the flames of hell : The beggar's blrfs from far beheld, His foul with double anguifli fili'd. 4 o HY.105. LUKE. 131 4 te O Abra'm fend, he cries, (But his requeft was vain) The beggar from the fkies To mitigate my pain ! One drop of water I entreat, To footh my tongue's tormenting heat." 5 Let all who worldly pelf, And worldly fpirits have, Obferve, each for himfelf, The anfvver Abra'm gave : " Remember, thou waft fill'd with good, While the poor beggar pin'd for food. 6 Neg!e£ted at thy door With tears he begg'd his bread ; But now, he weeps no more, His griefs and pains are fled : His joys eternally will flow, While thine expire in endlefs woe." 7 Lord, make us truly wife, To choofe thy peoples lot; And earthly joys defpife, Which foon will be forgot: The greateft evil we can fear, Is to poflefs our portion here ! HYMN 132 L U K E. BkI. HYMN CVI. The importunate widow(e). Chap, xviii. I—7. 1 /""V U R Lord, who knows full well v-^ The heart of ev'ry faint; Invites us, by a parable, To pray and never faint. 2 He bows his gracious ear, We never plead in vain ; Yet we muft wait, till he appear, And pray, and pray again. 3 Tho' unbelief fuggeft, Why fliould we longer wait ? He bids us never give him reft, But be importunate. 4. 'Twas thus a widow poor, Without fupport or friend, Befet the unjuft judge's door, And gain'd, at laft, her end. 5 For her he little car'd, As little for the laws ; Nor God, nor man, did he regard, Yet he efpousM her caufe. 6 She urg'd him day and night, Would no denial take; At length he faid, " I'll do her right, For my own quiet fake." 7 And ftiall not Jesus hear His chofen, when they cry ? Yes, (*) Book II, Hymn 60. BkI, HY.I07. U K E. *33 Yes, tho' he may awhile forbear, He'll help them from on high. His nature, truth and love, Engage him on their fide ; When they are griev'd, his bowels move, And can they be deny'd ? Then let us earneft be, And never faint in pray'r; He loves our importunity, And makes our caufe his care. % HYMN CVII. I A C C H E U S. Chap. xix. i—6. ZAccheus climb'd the tree, ' And thought himfelf unknown ; But how furpriz'd was he When Jesus call'd him down 1 The Lord beheld him, tho' conceaFd, And by a word his pow'r reveal'd. Wonder and joy at once Were painted in his face ; Does he my name pronounce ? And does he know my cafe ? Will Jesus deign with me to dine? Lord, I, with all I have, am thine 1 Thus where the gofpel's preach'd, And finners come to hear ; The hearts of fome are reaeh'd Before they are aware : The i34 L U K E. BK I. The word dire£ily fpeaks to them, And feems to point them out by name. 4 'Tis curiofity oft Brings them in the way, Only the man to fee, And hear what he can fay ; But how the finner ftarts to find The preacher knows his inmoft mind. 5 His long forgotten faults Are brought again in view, And all his fecret thoughts Reveal'd in public too : Tho' compafs'd with a croud about, The fearching word has found him out. 5 While thus diftrefling pain And forrow fills his heart; He hears a voice again, That bids his fears depart : Then like Zaccheus he is blefl, And Jesus deigns to be his gueft. HYMN CVIII. The believer's danger, fafety, and duty. Chap. xxii. 31, 32. " 0IMON, beware! the Saviour faid, *0 Satan, your fubtle foe, Already has his meafures laid Your foul to overthrow. 2 He HY. IOB. LUKE. 2 He wants to fift you all, as wheat, And thinks his vidt'ry fure; But I his malice will defeat, My pray'r {hall faith fecure." 3 Believers, tremble and rejoice, Your help and danger view ; This warning has to you a voice, This promife fpeaks to you. 4 Satan beholds, with jealous eye, Your privilege and joy ; He's always watchful, always nigh. To tear ancl to deftroy. 5 But Jesus lives to intercede, That faith my ftill prevail ; He will fupport in time of need, And Satan's arts (hall fail. 6 Yet, let us not the warning flight, But watchful ftill be found ; Tho' faith cannot be flain in fight, It may receive a wound. 7 While Satan watches, dare we fleep I We muft our guard maintain ; But, Lord, do thou the city keep, Or elfe we watch in vain (f). H Y M N (/) Plalm cxxvit. I. 136 L U K E. BK I. HYMN CIX. Father forgive them. Chap, xxiii. 34. « "PATHER, forgive (the Saviour faid) if They know not what they do His heart was mov'd when thus he pray'd For me,, my friends, and you. He faw, that as the Jews abus'd And crucify'd his flefh ; So he, by us, would be refus'd, And crucify'd afrefh. Thro' love of fin, we long were prone To a& as Satan bid ; But now, with grief and fhame we own, We knew not what we did. We know not the defert of fin, Nor whom we thus defy'd ; Nor where our guilty fouls had been, If Jesus had not dy'd. We knew no wbat a law we broke, How holy, juft and. pure ! Nor what a God we durft provoke, But thought ourfelves fecure. But Jesus all our guilt forefaw, And fhed his precious blood To fatisfy the holy law, And make our peace with God. My fin, dear Saviour, made thee bleed, Yet didft thou pray for me ! I know not what I did, indeed, When ignorant of thee. HYMN hy.iio. luke. 137 HYMN CX. The two malefaStors. Chap, xxiii. 39—43. 1 QOvereign grace has pow'r alone ^ To fubdue a heart of ftone ; And the moment grace is felt, Then the hardeft heart will melt. 2 When the Lord was crucify'd, Two tranfgreflbrs with him dy'd ; One with vile blafpheming tongue, Scoff'd at Jesus as he hung. 3 Thus he fpent his wicked breath, In the very jaws of death ; Periih'd, as too many do, With the Saviour in his view. 4 But the other, touch'd with grace, Saw the danger of his cafe ; Faith receiv'd to own the Lord, Whom the fcribes and priefts abhorr'd. 5 " Lord, he pray'd, remember me, When in glory thou (halt be " Soon with me, the Lord replies, Thou {halt reft in paradife." 6 This was wond'rous grace indeed, Grace vouchfaf'd in time of need ! Sinners truft in Jesu's name, You {hall find him ftill the fame, 7 But beware of unbelief, Think upon the hard'ned thief ; If the gofpel you difdain, Christ, to you, will die in vain. JOHN. 3« J o H N. Bk I. JOHN. HYMN CXI. !The woman of Samaria. Chap. iv. 28. JESUS, to what didft thou fubmit To fave thy dear-bought flock from hell1 Like a poor trav'ller fee him fit, Athirft, and weary, by the well. The woman who for water came, (What great events on ffnall depend) Then learnt the glory of his name, The Well of life, the Tinner's Rriend ! Taught from her birth to hate the Jews, And fill'd with party-pride; at firft Her zeal induc'd her to refufe Water, to quench the Saviour's thirfl:.. But foon (he knew the gift of God, And Jesits, whom fhe fcorn'd before, Unalk'd, that drink on her beftow'd, Which whofo taftes fhall thirft no more. His words her prejudice remov'd, Her fin fhe felt, relief fhe found ; She faw and heard, believ'd and lov'd, And ran to tell her neighbours round. O come, this wond'rous man behold I The promis'd Saviour ! this is he, Whom ancient prophecies foretold, Born, from our guilt to fet us free. 7 Like HY. 112 7 O H N. *39 Like her, in ignorance content, I worfhipp'd long I knew not what; Like her, on other things intent, I found him, when I.fought him not. He told me all that e'er I did, And told me all was pardon'd too ; And now, like her, as he has bid, I live to point him out to you. H Y M N CXI I. The pool of Bethefdafg). Chap. v. 2—4* Beside the gofpei pool Appointed for the poor ; From year to year, my belplefs foul Has waited for a cure. How often have I feen The healing wa-ters move ; And others, round me, ftepping in Their efficacy prove., But my complaints remain, I feel the very fame ; As full of guilt, and fear, pain, As when at firft I came. O would the Lord appear My malady to heal •, He knows how long I've languifh'd here, And what diftrefs I feel. 5 How (g) Book III. Hymn 7. 140 J O H N. BK I 5 How often have I thought Why {hould I longer lie ? Surely the mercy I have fought Is not for fuch as I. 6 But whither can I go ? There is no other pool Where ftreams of fov'reign virtue flow To make a flnner whole. 7 Here then, from day to day, I'll wait, and hope, and try ; Can Jesu» hear a finner pray, Yet fufFer him to die ? 3 No : he is full of grace; He never will permit A foul, that fain would fee his face, To perifh at his feet. HYMN CXIII. Another. 1 TTERE'at Bethefda's pool. the poor, Thewither'd, halt, and blind ; With waiting hearts expedt a cure, And free admittance find. 2 Here ftreams of wond'rous virtue flow To heal a fin-fick foul ; To wafh the filthy white as fnow, And make the wounded whole. 3 The dumb break forth in fongs of praife, The blind their fight receive j The Hv. 114. JOHN. 141 The cripple runs in wifdom's ways, The dead revive, and live ! 4 Reftrain'd to no one cafe, or time, Thefe waters always move ; Sinners, in ev'ry age and clime, Their vital influence prove. 5 Yet numbers daily near them lie, Who meet with no relief; With life in view they pine and die In hopelefs unbelief. 6 'Tis ftrange they fhould refufe to bathe, And yet frequent the pool ; But none can even wifli for faith, While love of fin bears rule. 7 Satan their confciences has feal'd, And flupify'd their thought; For were they willing to be heal'd, The cure would foon be wrought. 8 Do thou, dear Saviour, interpofe, Their ftubborn wills conftrain ; Or elfe to them the water flows, And grace is preach'd in vain. HYMN CXIV. The difiiples at fea[h). Chap. vi. 16—21. 1 /^Onftrain'd by their Lord to embark, And venture, without him, to fea j The feafon tempeftuous and dark, How griev'd the difciples muft be ! But (b) Book II. Hymn 87, t42 JOHN. Bid. But tho' he remain'd on the fhore, He fpent the night for them in pray'r; They ftill were as fafe as before, And equally under his care. 2 They ftrove, tho' in vain, for a while, The force of the waves to withftand ; But when they were weary'd with toil, They faw their dear Saviour at hand : They gladly receiv'd him on board, His prefence their fpirits reviv'd ; The fea became calm at his word, And foon at their port they arriv'd. 3 We, like the difciples, are tofs'd By ftorms, on a perilous deep; But cannot be poflibly ioft, For Jesus has charge of the fhip : Tho' billows and winds are enrag'd, And threaten to make us their fport j This pilot his word has engag'd To bring us, in fafety, to port. 4 If fometimes we ftruggle alone, And he is withdrawn from our view; It makes us more willing to own, We nothing, without him, can do : Then Satan our hopes would affail, But Jesus is ftill within call ; And when our poor efforts quite fail, He comes in good time and does all. 5 Yet, Lord, we are ready to ftirink Unlefs we thy prefence pefceive ; O fave us (we cry) or we fink, We would, but we cannot believe : The Hy. us- JOHN. The night has been long and feve-re, The winds and the feas are ftill high j Dear Saviour, this moment appear, And fay to our fouls, " It is I (i) \" HYMN CXV. Will ye alfo go away ? Chap. vi. 67—69. 1 TIT HEN any turn from Zion's way, VV (Alafs! what numbers do !) Methinks I hear my Saviour fay, " Wilt thou forlake me too ?" 1 Ah Lord ! with fuch a heart as mine, Unlefs thou hold me faft; I feel I muft, I lhall decline, And prove like them at laft. 3 Yet thou alone haft pow'r,- I know, To fave a wretch like me ; To whom, or whither, could I go, If I fhould turn from thee ? 4 Beyond a doubt I reft aflur'd Thou art the Christ of God ; Who haft eternal life fecur'd By promife and by blood. 5 The help of men and angels join'd, Could never reach my cafe ; Nor can I hope relief to find, But in thy boundlefs grace. No (») Book III, Hymn 18. i44. J O H N. Bk I 6 No voice but thine can give me reft, And bid my fears depart; No love but thine can make me blefs'd, And fatisfy my heart. 7 What anguifti has that queftion ftirr'd, If I will alfo go ? Yet, Lord, relying on thy word, I humbly anfwer, No ! HYMN CXVI. *rhe refurreftion and the life. Chap. xi. 25. 1 " T Am, faith Christ our glorious head, 4- (May we attention give) The refurre&ion of the dead, The life of all that live. 2 By faith in me, the foul receives New life, tho' dead before j And he that in my name believes, Shall live, to die no more. 3 The finner, fleeping in his grave, Shall at my voice awake ; And when I once begin to fave, My work I ne'er forfake." 4 Fulfill thy promife, gracious Lord, On us aflembled here j Put forth thy Spirit with the word, And caufe the dead to hear. 5 Preferve the pow'r of faith alive, In thofe who love thy name ; For HY.117. j O H N. 145 For fin and Satan daily ftrive To quench the facred flame. 6 Thy pow'r and mercy firft prevail'd From death to fet us free ; And often fince our life had fail'd, If not renew'd by thee. 7 To thee we look, to thee we bow ; To thee, for help, we call j Our life and refurre&ion thou, Our hope, our joy, our all. HYMN CXVII. Weeding M A R T. Chap. xx. 11—16. 1 TV/T ^RY to Saviour's tomb JLVA Hafted at the early dawn ; Spice fhe brought, and fweet perfume, But the Lord, fhe lov'd, was gone. For awhile Ihe weeping flood, Struck with forrow and furprize ; Shedding tears, a plenteous flood, For her heart fupp.ly'd her eyes. 2 Jesus, who is always near, Tho' too often unperceiv'd ; Came, his drooping child to chear, And enquir'd, Why fhe griev'd ? 1 ho' at firft fhe knew him not, When he call'd her by her name, Then her griefs were all forgot, For fhe found he was the fame. H 3 Grief *46 JOHN. BKI 3 Grief and fighing quickly fled When fhe heard his welcome voice ; Juft before (he thought him dead, Now he bids her heart rejoice : What a change his word can make, Turning darknefs into day ! You who weep for Jesus' fake, He will wipe your tears away. 4 He who came to comfort her, When fhe thought her all was loft ; Will for your relief appear, Tho' you now are tempeft-tofs'd : On his word your burden caft, On his love your thoughts employ ; Weeping for awhile may laft, But the morning brings the joy. HYMN CXVIII. C. Loveji thou me? Chap. xxi. 16. 1 TTARIC, my foul ! it is the Lord ; 'Tis thy Saviour, hear his word; Jesus fpeaks, and fpeaks to thee; " Say; poor finner, lov'ft thou me ? 2 I deliver'd thee when bound, And, when wounded, heal'd thy wound; Sought thee wand'ring, fet thee right, Turn'd thy darknefs into light." 3 Can a woman's tender care Ceafe, towards the child fhe bare ? Yes, Hy. i 19. JOHN. Yes, fhe may forgetful be, Yet will I remember thee. 4 et Mine is an unchanging love, Higher than the heights abc/e ; Deeper than the depths beneath, Free and faithful, ftrong as death. 5 Thou fhalt fee my glory foon, When the work of grace is done ; Partner of my throne fhalt be, Say, poor finner, lov'ft thou me ?,r 6 Lord it is my chief complaint, That my love is weak and faint; Yet I love thee and adore, Oh for grace to love thee more ! HYMN CXIX. Another. 1 ST"*1 I S a point I long to know, Oft it caufes anxious thought 5 Do I love the Lord, or no ? Am I his, or am I not ? 2 If I love, why am I thus ? Why this dull and lifelefs frame ? Hardly, fure, c.an they be worfe, Who have never heard his name ! 3 Could my heart fo hard remain, Pray'r a talk and burden prove ; Ev'ry trifle give me pain, If I knew a Saviour's love ? h 2 4 When 148 J O H N. 4 When I turn my eyes within, All is dark, and vain, and wild j Fill'd with unbelief and fin, Can I deem myfelf a child ? 5 If I pray, or hear, or read, Sin is mix'd with all I do; You that love the Lord indeed, Tell me, Is it thus with you ? 6 Yet I mourn my ftubborn will, Find my fin, a grief, and thrall 5 Should I grieve for what I feel, If I did not love at all ? 7 Could I joy his faints to meet, Choofe the ways I once abhorr'd, F'ind, at times, the promife fweet, If I did not love the Lord ? 8 Lord decide the doubtful cafe ! Thou who art thy people's fun ; Shine upon thy work of grace, If it be indeed begun. 9 Let me love thee more and more, If I love at all, I pray ; If I haye not Iov'd before, Help me to begin to day. . 120. A C T S. 14.9 ACTS. HYMN CXX. The death of S T E P H E N. Chap. vii. 54—60. AS fome tall rock amidft the waves, The fury of the tempeft braves j While the fierce billows tolling high, Break at its foot and murm'ring die : Thus they, who in the Lord confide, Tho' foes aflault on ev'ry fide ; Cannot be mov'd or overthrown, For Jesus makes their caufe his own. So faithful Stephen, undifmay'd, The malice of the Jews furvey'd ; The holy joy which fill'd his breaft A luftre on his face imprefs'd. " Behold ! he'faid, the world of light Is open'd to my ftrengthen'd fight; My glorious Lord appears in view, -That Jesus, whom ye lately flew." With fuch a friend and witnefs near, No form of death could make him fear ; Calm, amidft fhow'rs of ftones, he kneels, And only for his murd'rers feels. 1 May we, by faith, perceive thee thus, Dear Saviour, ever near to us ! This fight our peace, thro' life, {hall keep, And death be fear'd no more than fleep. h 3 H.Y M N 150 ACT S. Bk I. HYMN CXXI. The rebel's Jurrender to grace. Lord, what wilt thou have me to do? Chap. ix. 6. 1 T ORD, thou haft won, at length I yield, -A—* My heart, by mighty grace compelPd, Surrenders all to thee ; Againft thy terrors long I ftrove, But who can ftand againft thy love ? Love conquers even me. 2 All that a wretch could do, I try'd, Thy patience fcorn'd, thy pow'r defy'd, And trampled on thy laws ; Scarcely thy martyrs at the ftake, Could ftand more ftedfaft for thy fake, Than I in Satan's caufe. 3 But fince thou haft thy love reveal'd, And fhewn my foul a pardon feal'd, I can refift no more : Could'ft thou for fuch a finner bleed ? Can ft thou for fuch a rebel plead ? I wonder and adore ! If thou hadft bid thy thunders roll, And light'nings flafts to blaft my foul, I ftill had ftubborn been : But mercy has my heart fubdu'd, A bleeding Saviour I have view'd, And now, I hate my frn. 5 Now X Hy.I22. ACTS. 151 5 Now, Lord, I would be thine alone, Come take poffeflion of thine own, For thou haft fet me free ; Releas'd from Satan's hard command, See all my powers waiting ftand, To be employ'd by thee. 6 My will conform'd to thine would move. On thee my hope, defire, and love, In fix'd attention join ; My hands, my eyes, my ears, my tongue, Have Satan's fervants been too long, But now they ihall be thine. 7 And can I be the very fame, Who lately durft blafpheme thy name, And on thy gofpel tread ? Surely each one, who hears my cafe, Will p'raife thee, and confefs thy grace Invincible indeed 1 HYMN CXXII. PETER releafed from prifon. Chap. xii. 5—8. r_rce ; Brazen gates, and iron bars, In vain withftand their force : Peter when in prifon caft, Tho' by foldiers kept with care ; Tho' the doors were bolted faft, Was foon releas'd by pray'r. h 4 2 While 152 ACTS. BkI. 2 While he llept an angel came And fpread a light around ; Touched, and call'd him by his name, And rais'd him from the ground : All his chains and fetters burft, Ev'ry door wide open flew 3 Peter thought he dream'd, at firft, But found the vifion true. 3 Thus the Lord can make a way To bring his faints relief; 'Tis their part, to wait and pray, In fpite of unbelief : He can break thro' walls of ftone, Sink the mountain to a plain ; They, to whom his name is known, Can never pray in vain. 4 Thus in chains of guilt and fin, Poor finners fleeping lie ; No alarm is felt within, Altho' condemn'd to die : Till defcending from above (Mercy fmiling in his eyes) Jesus, with a voice of love, Awakes, and bids them rife. 5 Glad the fummons they obey, And liberty defire 3 Strait their fetters melt away, Like wax before the fire : By the word of him who dy'd, Guilty pris'ners to releafe 3 Ev'ry door flies open wide, And they depart in peace. HYMN Hy. 123. A C T S. HYMN CXXIII. The trembling goaler. Chap. xvi. 29, 30. 1 \ Believer, free from care, -La- May in chains, or dungeons, fing, If the Lord be with him there j And be happier than a king : Paul and Silas thus confin'd, Tho' their backs were torn by whips, Yet pofeiling peace of mind, Sung his praife with joyful lips. 2 Suddenly the prifon {hook, Open flew the iron doors ; And the goaler, terror-ftruck, Now his captives' help implores : Trembling at their feet he fell, " Tell me, Sirs, what muft I do To be fav'd from guilt and hell ? None can tell me this but you:** 3 " Look to Jesus, they reply'd, If on Him thou canft believe ; By the death which he has dy'd, Thou falvation {halt receive While the living word he heard, Faith fprung up within his heart 5 And releas'd from all he fear'd, In their joy his foul had part., 4 Sinners, Christ is ftill the fame, O that you could likewife fear 1 Then the mention of his name Would be mufic to your ear : h 5 Jesus + ACTS. BkI. Jesus refcues Satan's flaves, His dear wounds ftill plead, " Forgive !" Jesus to the utmoft faves ; Sinners, look to him and live. HYMN CXXIV. The exorcijis. Chap. xix. 13—16. 1 TT 7HEN the apoftle wonders wrought, VV And heal'd the fick, in Jesus'name; The Tons of Sceva vainly thought That they had pow'r to do the fame. 2 On one poflefs'd they try'd their art, And naming Jesus preach'd by Paul, They charg'd the fpirit to depart Expecting he'd obey their call. 3 The fpirit anfwer'd, with a mock, ) Matt, v. 28. 3 I fee him lead a fufF'ring life, Patient, amidft reproach and ftrife ; And from his pattern courage take To bear, and fuffer, for his fake. 4 Upon the crofs I fee him bleed, And by the fight from guilt am freed j This fight deftroys the life of fin, And quickens heav'nly life within. 5 To look to Jesus as he rofe Confirms my faith, difarms my foes ; Satan I fhame and overcome, By pointing to my Saviour's tomb. 6 Exalted on his glorious throne, I fee him make my caufe his own ; Then all my anxious cares fubfide, For Jesus lives, and will provide. y I fee him look with pity down, And hold in view the conqu'ror's crown $ If prefs'd with griefs and cares before, My foul revives, nor alks for more. 8 By faith I fee the hour at hand When in his prefence I (hall ftand j Then it will be my endlefs blifs, To fee him where, and as he is. HYMN ilfa i68 H E B R E W S. BkI. HYMN CXXXV. Love -tokens. Chap. xii. 5—11. 1 A Ffli&ions do not come alone, ■Li- A voice attends the rod j By both he to his faints is known, A Father and a Gox> ! 2 Let not my children flight the ftroke I for chaffcifement fend ; Nor faint beneath my kind rebuke, For ftill I am their friend. 3 The wicked I perhaps may leave Awhile, and not reprove ; But all the children I receive I fcourge, becaufe I love." 4 If therefore you were left without This needful difcipline ; You might, with caufe, admit a doubt, If you, indeed, were mine. 5 Shall earthly parents then expedt Their children to fubmit ? And will not you, when I corredf, Be humbled at my feet ? 6 To pleafe themfelves they oft chaftiie, And put their fons to pain ; But you are precious in my eyes, And fhall not fmart ih vain. 7 I fee your hearts, at prefent, fillM With grief, and deep diftrefs j But foon thefe bitter feeds (hall yield The fruits of righteoufnefs. 8 Break BO. Break Hy. 136. REVELATION. 169 8 Break thro' the clouds, dear Lord, and ihine ! Let us perceive thee nigh ! And to each mourning child of thine Thefe gracious words apply. ****#****************.************* REVELATION. HYMN CXXXVI. E P H E S U S. Chap. ii. r, 7. 1 r i 1 HU S faith the Lord to Ephefus, A And thus he fpeaks to fome of us j 44 Amidft my churches, lo, I ftand, And hold the paftors in my hand. 2 Thy works, to me, are fully known, Thy patience, and thy toil, I own ; Thy views of gofpel truth are clear, Nor canft thou other do&rine bear. 3 Yet I muft blame while I approve, Where is thy firft, thy fervent love ? Doft thou forget my love to thee, That thine is grown fo faint to me ? 4 Recall to mind the happy days When thou waft fill'd with joy and praife ; Repent, thy former works renew, Then I'll reftore thy comforts too. 5 Return at once, when I reprove, Left I thy candleftic remove ; And thou, too late, thy lofs lament, I warn before I ftrike, Repent." I 6 Hearken 1J0 REVELATION. BK I. 6 Hearken to what the Spirit faith, To him that overcomes by faith ; " The fruit of life's unfading tree, In paradife his food Ihall be." HYMN CXXXVII. Smyrna. Chap. ii. u. THE meflage firft to Smyrna fent, A melTage full of grace ; To all the Saviour's flock is meant, In ev'ry age and place. Thus to his church, his chofen bride, Saith the great Firft and Laft ; te Who ever lives, tho' once he -dy'd, Hold thy profefiion faft. Thy works and forrows well I know, Perform'd and borne for me ; Poor tho' thou art, defpis'd and low, Yet who is rich like thee ? I know thy foes, and what they fay, How long they have blafphem'd j The fynagogue of Satan, they, Tho' they would Jews be deem'd. Tho' Satan for a feafon rage, And prifons be your lot; I am your friend, and I engage You fhall not be forgot. Be faithful unto death, nor fear A few fhort days of ftrife ; Behold! BkI, Behold HY.138. REVELATIO N. Behold ! the prize you Toon flia.ll wear, A crown of endlefs life !" 7 Hear what the holy Spirit faith Of all who overcome ; ). Chap. x. 1 \\J HEN the belov'd difciple took * V The angels' little open book, Which by the Lord's command he eat, It tafted bitter after fweet. 2 Thus when the gofpelis embrac'd, At fir# 'tis fweeter to the tafte Than honey, or the honey-comb, But there's a bitternefs to come. 3 What fweetnefs does the promife yield-, When by the Spirit's power feal'd ? The longing foul is fill'd with good, Nor feels a wifh for other food. 4. By thefe inviting taftes allur'd, We pafs to what muft be endur'd; For foon we find at is decreed, That bitter muft to fweet fucceed. 5 When fin revives and fhews its pow'r, When Satan threatens to devour, When (c) Book III, Hymn 27, Hy. 141. REVELATION. 175 When God afflidts and men revile, We drag our fteps with pain and toil. 6 When thus deferted, tempeft-tofs'd, The fenfe of former fweetnefs loft -t We tremble left we were deceiv'd In thinking that we once believ'd. 7 The Lord firft makes the fweetnefs known, To win and fix us for his own ; And tho' we now fome bitter meet, We hope for everlafting fweet. ss 14 A TABLE 176 ATABLETO <( * # ♦ # * * * # ##.### '# * # * j* yyvvv w1v^* A A B E TO THE FIRST BOOK, According to the Order and Subject of the Hymns. GENESIS. My am Chap. 1 Adam - ~ 3 2 Cain and Abel — 4 ^ ^ Walking with God 5 5 Lot in Sodom — 23 ^ ^ The Lord will provide 22 8 Efau — — —- 9 Jacob's ladder — — 10 My name is Jacob — 31 Plenty in dearth — 32 Jofeph made known to to his brethren — EXODUS. 13 The bitter waters — 35 34. Jehovah-Rophi — 15 35 Manna — — — 36 16 Manna hoarded — 16 EXODUS. Hymn C^ap. 17 Jehovah-Nifli — — 17 18 The golden calf —- 32 LEVITICUS. 19 The true Aaron — NUMBERS. 20 Balaam's wilh — 23 JOSHUA. 21 G.beon — — — 10 JUDGES. 22 Jehovah-Shallom — 6 23 Gideon's fleece — 6 24 Sampfon's lion — 14 f. SAMUEL. 25 Hannah, or the throne of grace — — I 26 Dsgoa THE FIRST BOOK. M B> * s' 's wifli "* | „ - 10 777 I. SAMUEL. Hymn Chap. 26 Dagon before the ark — — — 5 27 Milch kine drawing the ark — — 6 28 Saul's aimor — — 17 II. S A M U E L. 29 David's fall — — 12 30 Is this thy kindnefs to thy friend — — 16 I. KINGS. 3 33 ^ tties — — — 3 34 Queen of Sheba — 35 Eiijah fed by ravens 36 The meal and crjife of oil — — —* 17 * . IV 1 IN U J / Aflc what I lhall give II. KINGS. 37 Jericho, or the waters healed — — — 2 38 Naaman —• — — 5 39 The- borrowed ax — 6 40 More with us than with thepi — — 6 I. CHRONICLES. 41 Faith's-review.-and ex- perflation — —• 17 N E H-E M 1 A H. 42 The joy of the Lord is our ftrength — J O B. 43 O that I were as in months paft — —. 29 44 The change — ■— 29 P S Hymns A L M S. Pfalm 45 Pleading for merry 6 46 None upon earth be- fides thee — — 73 | The believer's fafety 91 49 He led them by a right way — — — T07 50 What fhall I render 116 51 Dwelling in Mefeth 120 PROVERBS* Hymn Chap. 52 Wifdom — — — S 53 A friend that fticketh clofer than a brother 1 S ECCLES1ASTES. 54 Vanity of Life — 1 4C Vanity of the world 1 56 Vanity of creatures fandlified — — 1 SOLOMON'S SONG. t;7 The name cf Jefus 1 ISAIAH. 58 O Lord I will praife thee — — — 59 The River, Refuge, and Rock of the church — 60 Zion,_or the city of Gcd — — — 61 Look un'o me and be ye faved — — 62 The good Phyfieian ■ 63 To the sffi died- — 64 The contrre beert — 65 The futu-e peace and glory of the church — 32 33 60 » 5 feo Tmft T I1F V'iv I7s A TABLE TO JEREMIAH. Hymn Chap. 66 Truft of the righteous and wicked — — 17 67 Jehovah our righteo jf- nefs — — — 23 68 Ephraim repenting — 31 LAMENTATIONS, 69 The Lord is my portion 3 E Z E K I E L. 70 Humbled and filenced by mercy — — 71 The covenant — — 7z Jehovah-Shammah DANIEL. 73 Thepowerandtriumph of faith — — 3,6 74 Bellhazzar — — 5 JONAH. 75 The gourd — — ZECHARIAH. 76 Prayer for the Lord's prefence — — 2 77 A brand plucked out of the fire — — 3 78 On one ftone lhall be feven eyes — — 3 79 Praife for the fountain opened — — —- 13 M A L A C H I. So They lhall be mine faith the Lord — 3 MATTHEW. 3 j The beggar — — 7 82 The leper — — 8 83 A fick foul — — 9 MATTHEW. Hymn > Chap. 84 Satan returning — 85 Thefower — — J 3 86 Wheat and tares — 13 87 Peter walking on the waters —- — 14 88 Woman of Canaan J 5 89 WhatthinkyeofChrifl?22 90 The foolilh virgins 25 91 Peter finning and re- penting— —- — 26 MARK. 92 Legion difpoffeTed 93 The ruler's daughter raifcd — — — 94 But one loaf— — 95 Bartimeus — — 56 The houfe of prayer 97 The blafied fig-tree LUKE. 98 The two debtors — 99 The good Samaritan 100 Martha and Mary ici The heart taken — X02 The worldling — 1.03 The barren fig-tree 104 The prodigal — 105 The rich man and Lazarus 106 The importunate widow— — — 107 Zaccheus — — 108 Believer's danger and fafety — — — 109 Father forgive them 110 The two malefa&ors 12 J3 JS — — 16 18 *9 22 *3 *3 JOHN. 111 The woman of Samaria — — 4 J12 Pool - - IJ H N, , - i 111 P«' THE FIRST BOOK, JOHN. Hymn Chap Jj*? Pool of Bethefda < — — 6 314 The difciples at fea 115 Will ye alfo go away ? 116 The refurreftion and the life —- —■ 117 Weeping Mary — Loveft thou me? ACTS. 120 Death of Stephen — 121 The re bel's fu rrender to grace — — 122 Peter releafed from 123 The trembling goaler 124 The exorcifts — 125 Paul's voyage —— ROMANS. 126 The good that I would I do not — 7 127 Salvation drawing nearer — —» 13 I. CORINTHIANS. Hymn Chap. 128 ThatRock wasChrift 10 II. C O R I N T H I A N S, 129 My grace is lufficient for thee — — 32 G A L A T I A N S. 130 The inward warfare 5 PHILIPPIANS. 131 Contentment — 4 HEBREWS. 132 Old-Teftamentgofpel 4 133 The word quick and powerful — — 4 134 Looking unto Jefus 12 135 Love-tokens— —- ia REVELATION. 136 Ephefus — — 137 Smyrna — — 138 Sardis — — — 139 Philadelphia— — 140 Laodicea — j 41 The little book — 'v ■ THE END OF THE FIRST BOOK, 0&> ill O L N E Y HYMNS, B O O K XL On Occajional Subjects. I. SEASONS.I III. PROVIDENCES. II. ORDINANCES, j IV. CREATION. I. SEASONS. N E W-Y E A R's HYMNS. HYMN I. Time bow fwift. I Ji 7HILE with ceafelefs courfe the fun V V Hafted thro' the former year, Many fouls their race have run, Never more to meet us here : Fix'd in an eternal {late, They have done with all below; We a little longer wait, But how little—none can know. 2 As 182 SEASONS. Bk 2 As the winged arrow flies Speedily the mark to find ; As the light'ning from the fkies Darts, and leaves no trace behind ; Swiftly thus our fleeting days Bear us down life's rapid ftream ; Upwards, Lord, our fpirits raife, All below is but a dream. 3 Thanks for mercies paft receive, Pardon of our fins renew 5 Teach us, henceforth, how to live With eternity in view : Blefs thy word to young and old, Fill us with a Saviour's love ; And when life's fhort tale is told, May we dwell with thee above. HYMN II. Time hovu jhort. 1 'TIME, with an unweary'd hand,, -1 Pufhes round the feafons paft t And in life's frail glafs, the fand Sinks apace, not long to laft : Many, well as you or I, Who laft year aftembled thus ; In their filent graves now lie, Graves will open foon 'for us ! 2 Daily fin, and care, and ftrife, While the Lord prolongs our breath, BkIL Hy.3. SEAS Make it but a dying life, Or a kind of living death : Wretched they, and moft forlorn, Who no better portion know ; Better ne'er to have been born, Than to have our all below. 3 When conftrain'd to go alone, Leaving all you love behind ; Entring on a world unknown, What will then fupport your mind ? "When the Lord his fummons fends («), Earthly comforts lofe their pow'r ; Honors, riches,- kindred, friends, Cannot cheer a dying hour. 4 Happy fouls who fear the Lord ! Time is not too fwift for you ; When your Saviour gives the wordy Glad you'll bid the world adieu : Then he'll wipe away your tears, Near himfelf appoint your place j. Swifter fly, ye rolling years, Lord, we long to fee thy face. HYMN III. Uncertainty of life. SE E ! another year is gone ! Quickly have the feafons pad:! This we enter now upon May to many prove our lafl: : (a) Ifaiah i SEASONS. Bk. II. Mercy hitherto has fpar'd, But have mercies been improv.'d ? Let us alk, am I prepar'd Should I be this year remov'd ? , Some we now no longer fee, Who their mortal race have run j Seem'd as fair for life as we,v When the former year begun : Some, but who God only knows, Who are here aflembled now; Ere the prefent year (hall clofe, To the ftroke of death muft bow. Life a field of battle is, Thoufands fall within our view ; And the next death-bolt that flies, May be fent to me or you : While we preach, and while we hear, Help us, Lord, each one, to think,, Vaft eternity is near, I am ftanding-on the brink. If from guilt and fin fet free, By the knowledge of thy grace ; Welcome, then, the call will be To depart and fee thy face: To thy faints, while here below, With new years, new'mercies come; But the happieft year they know Is their laft, which leads them home. HYMN Hy. 4. SEASONS. iSJ HYMN IV. A new-year's thought and prayer. 1 npiME, by moments, Ileals away, JL Firft the hour, and then the day; Small the daily lofs appears, Yet it foon amounts to years : Thus another year is flown, Now it is no more our own ; If it brought or promis'd good, Than the years before the flood. 2 But (may none of us forget) It has left us much in debt; Favors from the Lord receiv'cf, Sins that have his Spirit griev'd ; Mark'd by an unerring hand In his, book recorded ftand ; Who can tell the vaft amount, Plac'd to each of our account ? 3 Happy, the believing foul 1 Christ for you has paid the whole; While you own the debt is large, You may plead a full difcharge : But poor carelefs finner, fay,. What can you to juftice pay ? Tremble, left when life is paft, Into prifon you be caft ! 4 Will you ftill increafe the fcore ? Sill be carelefs, as before ? Oh, forbid it, gracious Lord, Touch their fpirits by thy word ! Nows 186 SEASONS. BkU. Now, in mercy, to them fhow What a mighty debt they owe f All their unbelief fubdue, Let them find forgivenefs too. 5 Spar'd to fee another year, Let thy blefting meet us here ; Come, thy dying work revive, Bid thy drooping garden thrive : Sun of righteoufnefs arife ! Warm our hearts, and blefs our eyes; Let our pray'r thy bowels move, Make this year a time of love ! HYMN V. Death and war. 1778. 1 TT ARK ! how time's wide founding bell -*■ Strikes on each attentive ear ! Tolling loud the folemn knell Of the late departed year : Years, like mortals, wear away, Have their birth, and dying day; Youthful fpring, and wintry age, Then to others quit the ftage. 1 Sad experience may relate What a year the 1 aft has been ! Crops of forrow have been great, From the fruitful feeds of fin : Oh! Hy. 5. SEASONS. 187 Oh ! what numbers gay and blithe, Fell by death's unfparing fcythe ? While they thought^the world their own, Suddenly he mow'd them down. 3 See how war, with dreadful ftride, Marches at the Lord's command ; Spreading defolation wide, Thro' a once muchTavour'd land : War, with heart and arms of iteel, Preys on thoufands at a meal; Daily drinking human gore, Still he thirfts, and calls for more. 4 If the God, whom we provoke, Hither fhould his way dire£t; What a fin-avenging flroke • May a land, like this, expedt ! They who now fecurely fleep, Quickly then, would wake and weep,; And too late would learn to fear, When they faw the danger near. 5 You are fafe, who know his love, He will all his truth perform ; To your fouls a refuge prove From the rage of ev'ry ftorm : But we tremble for the youth ; Teach them, Lord, thy faving truth ; Join them to thy faithful few, Be to them a refuge, too. HYMN 188 SEASONS. Bk II. HYMN VI. Earthly profpefts deceitful. 1 F T in vain the voice of truths v-' Solemnly and loudly warns ; Thoughtlefs, unexperienc'd youth, Tho' it hears, the warning fcorns ; Youth in fancy's glafs furveys Life prolong'd to diftant years; While the vaft, imagin'd fpace, Fill'd with fweets and joys appears. 2 Awful difappointment, foon Overclouds the profpe£l gay ! Some their fun goes down at noon, Torn by death's ftrong hand away : Where are then their pleafing fchemes ? Where the joys they hop'd to find ? Gone for ever, like their dreams, Leaving not a trace behind. 3 Others, who are fpar'd awhile, Live to weep o'er fancy's cheat; Find diftrefs, and pain, and toil, Bitter things inftead of fweet: Sin has fpread a curfe around, Poifon'd all things here below; On this bafe polluted ground, Peace and joy can never grow. 4 Grace alone can cure our ills, Sweeten life, with all its cares; Regulate our ftubborn wills, Save us from furrounding fnares : Tho' Hv. 7. SEASONS. 1% Tho' you oft have heard in vain, Former years in folly fpent; Grace invites you yet again, Once more calls you to repent. Call'd again, at length, beware, Hear the Saviour's voice, and live; Left he in his wrath fhould fwear, He no more will warning give : Pray, that you may hear and feel, Ere the day of grace be paft; Left your hearts grow hard as fteel, Or this year fhould prove your laft. Hymns before annual Sermons to young people, on new-years evenings. HYMN VII. Prayer for a blejfing. 1 TVTOWj gracious Lord, thine arm reveal, •EN And make thy glory known ; Now let us all thy prefence feel, And foften hearts of ftone ! 2 Help us to venture near thy throne, And plead a Saviour's name ; For all that we can call our own, Is vanity and fhame. 3 From all the guilt of former fin May mercy fet us free; III' igo- SEASONS. Bk IB And let the year we now begin, Begin and end with thee. 4 Send down thy Spirit from above That faints may love thee more; And finners now may learn to love Who never lov'd before. 5 And when before thee we appear In our eternal home ; May growing numbers worfhip here, And praife thee in our room. HYMN VIII. C. Another. 1 Y> Eftow, dear Lord, upon our youth L) The gift of faving grace j And let the feed of facred truth Fall in a fruitful place. 2 Grace is a plant, where'er it grows, Of pure and heav'nly root; But faireft in the youngeft fhews, And yields the fweeteft fruit. 3 Ye carelefs ones, O hear betimes The voice of fovereign love ! Your youth is ftain'd with many crimes, But mercy reigns above. 4 True, you are young, but there's a ftone Within the youngeft. breaft ; Or half the crimes wich you have don£ Would rob you of your reft. 5 For v.g. SEASON S. For you the public pray'r is made, Oh ! join the public pray'r ! For you the fecret tear is (hed, O (hed yourfelves a tear. We pray that you may early prove The Spirit's power to teach ; You cannot be too young to love That Jesus whom we preach. HYMN IX. Another. NOW may fervent pray'r arife Wing'd with faith, and pierce the Ikies ; Fervent pray'r (hall bring us down Gracious anfwers from the throne. Blefs, O Lord, the op'ning year To each foul afiembled here ; Clothe thy word with pow'r divine, Make us willing to be thine. Shepherd of thy blood-bought fheep ! Teach the ftony heart to weep; Let the blind have eyes to fee, See themfelves, and look on thee ! Let the minds of all our youth Feel the force of facred truth ; While the gofpel-call they hear May they learn to love and fear ! 5 Shew 102 SEASONS. BKII. 5 Shew them what their ways have been, Shew them the defert of fin ; Then thy dying love reveal, This fhall melt a heart of fteel. 6 Where thou haft thy work begun, Give new ftrength the race to run ; Scatter darknefs, doubts and fears, Wipe away the mourners tears. 7 Blefs us all, both old and young; Call forth praife from ev'ry tongue ; Let the whole affembly prove All thy pow'r, and all thy Jove ! HYMN X. Cajling the gofpel net. 1 TITHen Peter thro' the tedious night (b) V V Had often caft his net in vain ; Soon as his Lord appear'd in fight He gladly let it down again. 2 Once more the gofpel net we caft, Do thou, O Lord, the effort own ; We learn from difappointments paft, To reft our hope on thee alone. 3 Upheld by thy fupporting hand, We enter on another year ; And now we meet, at thy command, To feek thy gracious prefence here. 4 May (b) Luke v. 4, hy.u. seasons. 193 4 May this be a much favour'd hour, To fouls in Satan's bondage led ! O clothe thy word with fovereign pow'r To break the rocks, and raife the dead ! 5 Have mercy on our num'rous youth, Who young in years, are old in fin ; And by thy Spirit, and thy truth, Shew them the ftate their fouls are in. 6 Then, by a Saviour's dying love To ev'ry wounded heart reveal'd, Temptations, fears, and guilt remove, And be their Sun, and Strength, and Shield. 7 To mourners fpeak a cheering word, On feeking fouls vouchfafe to fhine j Let poor backfliders be reftor'd, And all thy faints in praifes join. 8 O hear our pray'r and give us hope, That when thy voice fhall call us home, Thou ftill wilt raife a people up, To love and praife thee in our room. C. Pleading far and with youth. 1 IN has undone our wretched race, And brought the finner face to face With his forgiving Lord. HYMN XI. But Jesus has reftor'd K 2 This I94 SEASONS. BkIL 2 This we repeat from year to year, And prefs upon our youth ; Lord, give them an attentive ear, Lord, fave them by thy truth. 3 Bleflings upon the rifing race ! Make this an happy hour, According to thy richeft grace, And thine almighty pow'r. 4 We feel for your unhappy ftate, (May you regard it too) And would awhile ourfelves forget, To pour out pray'r for you. 5 We fee, tho' you perceive it not, Th'approaching, awful doom ^ O tremble at the folemn thought, And flee the wrath to come ! 6 Dear Saviour, let this new-born year Spread an alarm abroad ; And cry, in ev'ry carelefs ear, 44 Prepare to meet thy God !" HYMN XII. C. Prayer for children. i Racious Lord, our children fee, By thy mercy we are free j But fhall thefe, alafs ! remain Subjedts ftill of Satan's reign ? Ifrael's Hy. 13. SEASONS. Ifrael's young ones, when of old Pharaoh threat'ned to withhold (r) ; ' Then thy meflenger faid, t6Noj Let the children alfo go." 2 When the angel of the Lord Drawing forth his dreadful fword, Slew, with an avenging hand, All the firft-born of the land (d) : Then thy peoples doors he pafs'd, Where the bloody fign was plac'd ; Hear us, now, upon our knees, Plead the blood of Christ for thefe ! 3 Lord we tremble, for we know How the fierce malicious foe, Wheeling round his watchful flight, Keeps them ever in his fight : Spread thy pinions, King of kings ! Hide them fafe beneath thy wings ; Left the rav'nous bird of prey Stoop, and bear the brood away. HYMN XIII. The Sbunamite (e). I nPHE Shunamite, opprefs'd with grief, if When (he had loft the fon fhe lov'd, _ Went to Elifha for relief, Nor vain her application prov'd. K 2 2 He (c) Exo3. x. 9. (d) Exod. xU, J 3. (e) a Kings iv. 31, 196 SEASONS. B-kIE 2 He fent his fervant on before To lay a ftafF upon his head; This he could do, but do no more, He left him, as he found him, dead. 3 But when the LoRD'salmighty pow'r Wrought with the prophet's prayer, and faith, The mother faw a joyful hour, She faw her child reftor'd from death. 4 Thus, like the weeping Shunamite, For many, dead in fin we grieve; Now, Lord, difplay thine arm of might, Caufe them to hear thy voice and live. 5 Thy preachers bear the ftafF in vain, Tho' at thine own command we go ; Lord, we have try'd, and try'd again, We find them dead, and leave them fo. 6 Come then thyfelf—to ev'ry heart The glory of thy name make known ; The means are our appointed part, The pow'r and grace are thine alone. HYMN XIV. E L I J J H's prayer (f). I TN OES it not grief, and wonder move, -jLJ To think of Ifrael's fhameful fall i Who needed miracles to prove Whether the Lord was God, or Baal ! 2 Methinks (/*) I Kings xviii. Ml m. 14. S' E A S O N S. *97 2 Methinks I fee Elijah ftand, His features glow with love and zeal, In faith and pray'r he lifts his hand, And makes to heav'n his great appeal, 3 " O God ! if I thy fervant am, If 'tis thy meflage fills thy heart ; Now glorify thy holy name, And (hew this people who thou art !" 4 He fpake, and lo ! a fudden flame Confum'd the wood, the duft, the flone ; The people ftruck, at once proclaim " The Lord is God, the Lord alone." 5 Like him we mourn an awful day, When more for Baal, than God appear; Like him, believers, let us pray, And may the God of Ifrael hear ! 6 Lord, if thy fervant fpeaks thy truth, If he indeed is fent by thee ; Confirm the word to all our youth, And let them thy falvation fee. 7 Now may thy Spirit's holy fire Pierce ev'ry heart that hears thy word ; Confume each hurtful vain defire, And make them know thou art the Lord. K 3 HYMN 198 SEASONS. BK II. HYMN XV. Preaching to the dry bones (g). 1 "OReachers may, from Ezekiel's cafe, Draw hope in this declining day ; A proof, like this, of fovereign grace Should chafe our unbelief away. 2 When fent to preach to mold'ring bones, Who could have thought he would fucceed? But well1 he knew, the Lord from ftones Could raife up Abra'ms chofen feed. 3 Can thefe be made a nuin'rous hoft, And fuch dry bones new life receive ? The prophet anfwer'd," Lord thou knowft They fhall, if thou commandment give," 4 Like him, around I caft my eye, And oh ! what heaps of bones appear ! Like him, by Jesus fent, I'll try, For he can caufe the dead to hear. 5 Hear, ye dry bones, the Saviour's word ! He, who when dying, gafp'd, i( Forgive," That gracious, finner-loving Lord, Says, " Look to me, dry bones, and live." 6 Thou heav'nly wind awake and blow, In anfwer to the pray'r of faith ; Now thine almighty influence fhow, And fill dry bones with living breath. 7 o (g) Ezekiel xxxvii. Bull XV, Ittajf). Kiel's cafe, eclm'vng day j moU'ntv®bones, ittawuHkceeq : Lord from ftones is chofen feed. um'rous hoft, sff life receive? "Lord thou W ommandment give," caft my eye, ofbonesa/jpea;! fat, I'H y to bar. '5aWour's word1 ifp'd, "Forgive," yjjig LORD, ^ ■ bonis, fflb five. 5ce and blow, f faith; :» uence (how, living breatb. fO J nil HY. 16. S E A S O N S. 199 j O make them hear, and feel, and fhake. And, at thy call, obedient move ; The bonds of death and Satan break, And bone to bone unite in love. HYMN XVI. The rod of M OSES. j TI THEN Mofes wav'd his myftic rod VV What wonders follow'd while he fpoke ? Firm as a wall the waters ftood (&), Or gufh'd in rivers from the rock (z) ! 2 At his command the thunders roll'd, Light'ning and hail his voice obey'd (k) j And Pharaoh trembled, to behold His land in defolation laid. 3 But what could Mofes' rod have done Had he not been divinely fent ? The pow'r was from the Lord alone, And Mofes but the instrument. 4 O Lord, regard thy peoples pray'rs ! Affift a worm to preach aright ; And fince thy gofpel-rod he bears, Difplay thy wonders in our fight. K 4 5 Prodaim (h) "Exodus xiv. 2 1, \k) Exodus ix, 23. 200 SEASONS. BkII. 5 Proclaim the thunders of thy law, Like light'ning let thine arrows fly, That carelefs finners, ftruck with awe, 6 Make ftreams of godly forrow flow From rocky hearts, unus'd to feel; And let the poor in fpirit know That thou art near, their griefs to heal. 7 But chiefly, we would now look up To afk a bleflingTor our youth, The rifing generations hope, That they may know and love thy truth. 8 Arife, O Lord, afford a flgn, Now fhall our pray'rs fuccefs obtain ; Since both the means and pow'r are thine, How can the rod be rais'd in vain ! God fpeaking from mount Zion. H E God who once to Ifrael fpoke From Sinai's top, in fire and fmoke, In gentler ftrains of gofpel grace Invites us, now, to feek his face. He wears no terrors on his brow, He fpeaks, in love, from Zion, now j It is the voice of Jesus' blood Calling vrwjvi"rers home to God. For refuge may to Jesus cry ! HYMN XVII. 3 awe, HY.17. SEASONS. 2or 3 The holy Mofes quak'd and fear'd When Sinai's thundring law he heard ; But reigning grace, with accents mild, Speaks to the Tinner, as a child. 4 Hark ! how from Calvary it founds ; From the Redeemer's bleeding wounds! " Pardon and grace, I freely give, Poor finner, look to me, and live." 5 What other arguments can move The heart, that flights a Saviour's love ! Yet till Almighty pow'r conftrain, This matchlefs love is preach'd in vain. 6 O Saviour let that pow'r be felt, And caufe each ftony heart to melt! Deeply imprefs upon our youth The light, and force, of gofpel truth. 7 With this new-year may they begin. To live to thee, and die to fin ; To enter by the narrow way Which leads to everlafting day. 8 How will they elfe thy prefence bear When as a Judge thou {halt appear ! When flighted love, to wrath fhall turn,. And the whole earth like Sinai burn ! & 5 HYMN 202 b H- A 5 U JN t>. BkII. HYMN XVIII. A prayer for power on the means of grace. 1 Thou, at whole almighty word, vJ* The glorious light from darknefs fprung ! Thy quick'ning influence afford, And clothe with pow'r the preacher's tongue. 2 Tho' 'tis thy truth he hopes to fpeak, He cannot give the hearing ear; 'Tis thine, the ftubborn heart to break, And make the carelefs finner fear. 3 As when of old, the water flow'd Forth from the rock at thy command (k) 5 Mofes in vain Had wav'd the rod, Without thy wonder-working hand. 4. As when the walls of Jericho (/) Down to the earth at once were call; It was thy pow'r that brought them low, And not the trumpets feeble blaft. 5 Thus we would in the means be found, And thus, on thee alone, depend ; To make the gofpel's joyful found Effectual, to the promis'd end. 6 Now, while we hear thy word of grace, Let felf and pride before it fall ; And rocky hearts difTolve apace, In ftreams of forrow at thy call. 7 On (J) Numbers xx. 11. (/) Jofhua vi, 20. HY.iq. SEASONS. 203 7 On all our youth aflembled here The unction of thy Spirit pour ; Nor let them lofe another year, Left thou fhouldft ftrive and call no more. HYMN XIX. ELIJAH'S mantle. 2 Kings ii. 11—14. 1 LI S H A, ftruck with grief and awe, XL Cry'd, " Ah ! where now is Ifrael's ftay ?" When he his honour'd mafter faw Born by a fiery carr away. 2 But while he look'd a laft adieu, His mantle, as it fell, he caught; The Spirit refted on him too, And equal miraclas he wrought. 3 " Where is Elijah's God," he cry'd, And with the mantle fmote the flood ; His word controil'd the fwelling tide, Th' obedient waters upright ftood. 4 The wonder-working gofpel, thus From hand to hand, has been cohvey'd j We have the mantle ftill with us, But where, O where, the Spirit's aid. 5 When Peter firft this mantle wav'd (m)? How foon it melted hearts of fteel ! Sinners, by thousands, then were fav'd, But now how few its virtues feel ? (-> Where M Afls iif 204 seasons. BKII. 6 Where is Elijah's God, the Lord, Thine Ifrael's hope, and joy, and boaft ! Reveal thine arm, confirm thy word, Give us another Pentecoft ! 7 Aflift thy meflenger to fpeak, And while he aims to lifp thy truth, The bonds of fin and Satan break, And pour thy blefling on our youth. 8 For them we now approach thy throne, Teach them to know and love thy name j Then fhall thy thankful people own Elijah's God is ftill the fame. H y m n s after Sermons to young people, on new-years evenings, fuited to the fubje&s. HYMN XX. DAVlD's charge to SOLOMON. i Chron. xxviii. 9. J David's Son, and David's Lord 1 From age to age thou art the fame; Thy gracious prefence now afford, And teach our youth to know thy name ! 1 Thy people, Lord, tho' oft diftreft, Upheld by thee, thus far are come \ And now we long to fee thy reft, And wait thy word to call us home. 3 Like Hy.2i. SEASONS. 20$ 3 Like David, when this life fliall endr We truft in thee fure peace to find ; Like him, to thee we now commend The children we muft leave behind. 4 Ere long, we hope to be, where care* And fin, and forrow, never come ; But oh ! accept our humble pray'r,. That thefe may praife thee in our room. 5 Shew them how vile they are by fin, And wafti them in thy cleanfing blood Oh, make them willing to be thine, And be, to them, a cov'nant God. 6 Long may thy light and truth remain To blefs this place, when we are gonej And numbers here be born again, To dwell for ever near thy throne. HYMN XXI. The Lord'; call to bis children. 2 Cor. vi. 17, 18. 1 T E T us adore the grace that leeks To draw our hearts above 1 Attend, 'tis God the Saviour fpeaks, And ev'ry word is love. 2 Tho' fill'd with awe, before his throne Each angel veils his face ; He claims a people for his own Amongft our finful race. 3 Carelefs3 206 SEASONS. BkII 3 Carelefs, awhile, they live in fin, Enflav'd to Satan's pow'r ; But they obey the call divine, In his appointed hour. " Come forth, he fays, no more purfue The paths that lead to death j Look up, a bleeding Saviour view, Look, and be fav'd by faith. 5 My fons and daughters you fhall be Thro' the atoning blood ; And you fhall claim, and find, in me, A Father, and a God." 6 Lord, fpeak thefe words to ev'ry heart, By thine all-powerful voice ; That we may now from fin depart, And make thy love our choice, y If now, we learn to feek thy face By Christ, the living way ; We'll praife thee for this hour of grace, Thro' an eternal day. HYMN XXII. The prayer of J A B E Z. i Chron. iv. g, io. i T ESUS, who bought us with his blood, J And makes our fouls his care ; Was known of old as Ifrael's God, And anfwer'd Jabez' pray'r. 2 Jabez! yv22. seasons. 207 Jabez ! a child of grief ! the name Befits poor finners well j For Jesus bore the crofs and ftiame, To fave our fouls from hell, \ Teach us, O Lord, like him, to plead For mercies from above ; O come, and blefs our fouls indeed, With light, and joy, and love. The gofpel's promis'd land is wide, We fain would enter in ; But we are prefs'd, on ev'ry fide, With unbelief and fin. Arife, O Lord, enlarge our coaft, Let us poffefs the whole ; That Satan may no longer boaft He can thy work controll. Oh, may thine hand be with us ftill, Our Guide and Guardian be ; To keep us fafe from ev'ry ill, Till death fhall fet us free. Help us on thee to caft our care, And on thy word to reft; That Ifrael's God, who heareth pray'r, Will grant us our requeft. HYMN 2o8 b E A b u iv S. Bk II. HYMN XXIII. Waiting at Wi/dom's gates. Prov. viii. 34, 35. I Nfnar'd, too long, my heart has been ' In folly's hurtful ways ; Oh, may I now, at length, begin To hear what Wifdom fays ! > 'Tis Jesus, from the mercy-feat, Invites me to his reft ; He calls poor finners to his feet To make them truly bleft. ; Approach my foul to Wifdom's gates While it is call'd to-day; No one who watches there and waits Shall ere be turn'd away. He will not let me feek in vain, For all, who truft his word, Shall everlafting life obtain, And favor from the Lord. Lord, I have hated thee too long, And dar'd thee to thy face; I've done my foul exceeding wrong In flighting all thy grace. Now I would break my league with death, And live to thee alone ; Oh let thy Spirit's feal of faith, Secure me for thine own. Hv. 24. SEASONS. 209 7 Let all the faints aflembled here, Yea, let all heav'n rejoice ; That I begin with this new-year, To make the Lord my choice. HYMN XXIV. ■AJking the way to Zion. Jer. 1. 5* 1 'yT ION! the city of our God, How glorious is the place ! The Saviour there has his abode, And finners fee his face ! 2 Firm, againft ev'ry adverfe fhock, Its mighty bulwarks prove ; 'Tis built upon the living Rock, And wall'd around with love. 3 There, all the fruits of glory grow, And joys that never die ; And ftreams of grace, and knowledge flow. The foul to fatisfy. 4 Come, fet your faces Zion-ward, The facred road enquire; And let a union to the Lord Be henceforth your defire ! 5 The gofpel fhines to give you light, No longer, then, delay ; The Spirit waits to guide you right, And Jesus is the way. 6 O 210 5 Ji A S U N S. Bk II. 6 O Lord, regard thy peoples pray'r, Thy promife now fulfill ; And young and old, by grace prepare, To dwell on Zion's hill. HYMN XXV. IVe were P HAR AO H's bondmen* Deut. vi. 20—23. BEneath the' tyrant Satan's yoke Our fouls were long oppreft ; Till grace our galling fetters broke, And gave the weary reft. Jesus, in that important hour, His mighty arm made known ; He ranfom'd us by price, and pow'r, And claim'd us for his own. Now, freed from bondage, fin, and death, We walk in Wifdom's ways; And wifh to fpend our ev'ry breath, In wonder, love, and praife. Ere long, we hope with him to dwell In yonder world above ; And now, we only live to tell The niches of his love. O might we, ere we hence remove, Prevail upon our youth To feek, that they may likewife prove,. His mercy and his truth. 6 Like HY.26. SEASONS. 211 6 Like Simeon, we fhall gladly go («■), When Jesus calls us home ■, If they are left'a feed below, To ferve him in our room. 7 Lord hear our pray'r, indulge our hope. On thefe thy Spirit pour; That they may take our ftory up, When we can fpeak no more. HYMN XXVI. Travelling in birth for fouls. Gal. iv. 19. 1 ~WT HAT contradictions meet ▼ » In minifters employ ! It is a bitter fweet, A forrow full of joy : No other poft affords a place For equal honor, or difgrace ! 2 Who can defcribe the pain Which faithful preachers feel ; Conftrain'd to fpeak, in vain, To hearts as hard as Heel ? Or who can tell the pleafures felt, When ftubborn hearts begin to melt ? 5 The Saviour's dying love, The foul's amazing worth ; Their utmoft efforts move, And draw their bowels forth : They (») Luke ii. 29. *12 SEASONS. Bkll. They pray and ftrive, their reft departs, Till Christ be form'd in Tinners hearts. 4 If fome Tmall hope appear, They ftill are not content j But, with a jealous fear, They watch for the event: Too oft they find their hopes deceiv'd, Then, how their inmoft-fouls are griev'd 1 5 But when their pains fucceed, And from the tender blade The -rip'ning ears'proceed, Their toils are overpaid : No harveft-joy can equal theirs, To find the fruit of all their cares. 6 On what has now been Town Thy bleffing, Lord, beftow 5 The pow'r is thine alone, To make it fpring and grow : Do thou the gracious harveft raife, And thou, alone, fhait have the praife. HYMN XXVII. We are ambojfadors for Christ. 2 Cor. v. 20. I THY meflage, by the preacher, Teal, -a- And let thy pow'r be known ; That ev'ry finner here, may- feel The word is not his own. 2 Amongft Hy.27. SEASONS. 213 2 Amongft the foremoft of the throng Who dare thee to thy face, He in rebellion flood too long, And fought againft thy grace. 3 Bat grace prevail'd, he mercy found, And now by thee is fent, To tell his fellow-rebels round, And call them to repent. 4 In Jesus, God is reconcil'd, The worft may be forgiv'n; Come, and he'll own you as a child, And make you heirs of heav'n. 5 Oh, may the word of gofpel truth Your chief defires engage j And Jesus be your guide in youth, Your joy in hoary age. 6 Perhaps the year, that's now begun, May prove to fome their laft ; The fands of life may foon be run, The day of grace be paft. 7 Think, if you flight this embafly, And will not warning take; When Jesus in the clouds you fee. What anfwer will you make ? Anioirf HYMN O N S. Bk II. HYMN XXVIII. P A UUs farewel charge. A£Is xx. 26, 27. WHEN Paul was parted from his friends It was a weeping day ; But Jesus made them all amends, And wip'd their tears away. Ere long they met again, with joy, (Secure no more to part) Where praifes ev'ry tongue employ, And pleafure fills each heart. Thus all the preachers of his grace Their children foon (hall meet; Together fee their Saviour's face, And worlhip at his feet. But they who heard the word in vain, Tho' oft, and plainly, warn'd ; Will tremble, when they meet again The minifters they fcorn'd On your own heads your bood will fall If any perifh here ; The preachers, who have told you all, Shall ftand approv'd, and clear. Yet, Lord, to fave themfelves alone, Is not their utmoft view ; Oh ! hear their pray'r, thy meflage own, And fave their hearers too. HYMN Bk.II. Hy. 29. SEASONS. 21$ hymh , 1 HYMN XXIX. How /hall I put thee among the children ? Jer. iii. 19. ALASS ! by nature how deprav'd, How prone to ev'ry ill ! Our lives, to Satan, how enflav'd, How obftinate our will 1 > And can fuch finners be reftor'd, Such rebels reconcil'd ? Can grace itfelf the means afford To make a foe a child ? 5 Yes, grace has found the wond'rous means Which (hall effectual prove ; To cleanfe us from our countlefs fins, And teach our hearts to love. Jesus for finners undertakes, And dy'd that we may live ; His blood a full atonement makes, And cries aloud, " Forgive." 5 Yet one thing more muft grace provide, To bring us home to God ; Or we fhall flight the Lord, who dy'd, And trample on his blood. 5 The holy Spirit muft reveal The Saviour's work and worth ; Then the hard heart begins to feel A new and heavenly birth. 7 Thus 2I6 SEASONS. Bk II. 7 Thus bought with blood, and born again, Redeem'd, and fav'd, by grace ; Rebels, in God's own houfe obtain A Ton's and daughter's place. HYMN XXX. Winter (o). i Q E E, how rude winter's icy hand ^ Has ftripp'd the trees, and feaFd the ground ! But fpring fhall Toon his rage withftand, And fpread new beauties all around, t My foul, a iharper winter mourns, Barren and fruitlefs I remain ; When will the gentle fpring return, And bid my graces grow again ? Jesus, my glorious Sun arife ! 'Tis thine, the frozen heart to move ; Oh ! hulh thefe ftorms and clear my ikies, And let me feel thy vital love ! Dear Lord, regard my feeble cry, I faint and droop till thou appear; Wilt thou permit thy plant to die ? Muft it be winter all the year ? Be Hill, my foul, and wait his hour, With humble pray'r, and patient faith -3 Till he reveals his gracious pow'r, Repofe on what his promife faith. 6 He, (e) Book III. Hymn 31. Hy. 31. SEASONS. 217 6 He, by whofe all-commanding word (p)y Seafons this changing courfe maintain j In ev'ry change a pledge affords, That none fhall feek his face in vain. HYMN XXXI, Waiting, for fpring. 1 r I 1 H O' cloudy fkies, and northern blafls, Retard the gentle fpring awhile ; The fun will conqu'ror prove at laft, And nature wear a vernal fmile. 2 The promife, which from age to age, Has brought the changing feafons round ; Again (hall calm the winter's rage, Perfume the air, and paint the ground, 3 The virtue of that firft command, I know ftill does, and will prevail ; That while the earth itfelf fhall (land, The fpring and fummer fhall not fail. 4 Such changes are for us decreed ; Believers have their winters too ; But fpring fhall certainly fucceed, And all their former life renew. 5 Winter and fpring have each their ufe, And each, in turn, his people know ; One kills the weeds their hearts produce, The other makes their graces grow. L 6 Tho* (/>) Genefis viil, zi, 2i8 SEAS G N S. Bk II. 6 Tho' like dead trees awhile they feem, Yet having life within their root, The welcome fpring's reviving beam Draws forth their blofloms, leaves, and fruit. 7 But if the tree indeed be dead, It feels no change, tho' fpring return, Its leaflefs, naked, barren head, Proclaims it only fit to burn. 8 Dear Lord, afford our fouls a fpring, Thou know'ft our winter has been long; Shine forth, and warm our hearts to fing, And thy rich grace (hall be our fong. HYMN XXXII. Spring. BLEAK winter is fubdu'd at length, And forc'd to yield the day ; The fun has wafted all his ftrength* And driven him away. And now long wifh'd for fpring is come, How alter'd is the fcene ! The trees and fhrubs are dreft in bloom, The earth array'd in green. Where'er we tread, beneath our feet The cluft'ring flowers fpring ; The artlefs birds, in concert fweet, Invite our hearts to fing. 4 But Hr.32. SEASONS. 219 4 But ah ! in vain I ftrive to join, Opprefs'd with fin and doubt; I feel 'tis winter ftill, within, Tho' all is fpring without. 5 Oh ! would my Saviour from on high, Break thro' thefe clouds and (hine ! No creature then, more bleft than I, No fong more loud than mine. 6 Till then—no foftly warbling thrufh, Nor cowllip's fweet perfume ; Nor beauties of each painted bufli, Can diffipate my gloom, y To Adam, foon as he tranfgrefs'd, Thus Eden bloom'd in vain ; Not paradife could give him reft, Or footh his heart-felt pain. 8 Yet here an emblem I perceive Of what the Lord can do ; Dear Saviour, help me to believe That I may flourifh too. 9 Thy word can foon my hopes revive, Can overcome my foes ; And make my languid graces thrive, And blofiom like the rofe. L 2 HYMN 220 SEASONS. h y m n xxxiii. Another. * Bit II. Hjf. flailed Soo/itb T>Leafing fpring again is here ! X Trees ; and fields in bloom appear; Hark ! the birds, with artlefs lays, Warble their Creator's praife ! Where, in winter, all was (now, Now the flow'rs in clutters grow; And the corn, in green array, Promifes a harveft-day. 2 What a change has taken place ! Emblem of the fpring of grace ; How the foul, in winter, mourns Till.the Lord, the Sun, returns j Till the.Sjairit's gentle rain, Bids the heart .revive again; Then the Hone is turri'd to flefh, And each grace fprings forth afrefh. 3 Lord, afford a fpring to me 1 Let me feel like what i fee ; Ah ! my winter has been long, Chill'd my hopes, and ftopp'd my fongi Winter threat'ned to dettroy Faith, and love, and ev'ry joy ; If thy life was in the root, Still i could not yield thee fruit. 4 Speak, and by thy gracious voice Make my drooping foul rejoice ; O beloved Saviour, hafte, Tell me all the ftorms are paft : On Hy. 34. SEASONS. 221 On thy garden deign to fmile, Raife the plants, enrich the foil ; Soon thy prefence will reftore Life, to what feem'd dead before. 5 Lord, I long to be at home, Where thefe changes never come 1 Where the faints no winter fear, Where 'tis fpring throughout the year :• How unlike this Itate below ! There the flow'rs unwith'ring blow j There no chilling blafts annoy, All is love, and bloom, and joy. HYMN XXXIV. Summer-Jlorms (q). 1. H O' the morn may be ferener A Not a threatning cloud be feen j Who can undertake to fay 'Twill be pleafant all the day ? Tempefts fuddenly may rife, Darknefs overfpread the Ikies; Light'nings flalh, and thunders roar, Ere a fhort-liv'd day be o'er. 2 Often thus, the child of grace, Enters on his chriftian race -t Guilt and fear are overborne, 'Tis with him a fummer's morn : l 3 While (fc) Book III. Hymn 68. 222 S E A S O N- S. Bk II, While his new-felt joys abound, All things feem to fmile around ; And he hopes it will be fair, All the day, and all the year. 3 Should we warn him of a change, He would think the caution ftrange; He no change or trouble fears, Till the gath'ring ftorm appears (r) ; Till dark clouds his fun conceal, Till temptation's pow'r he feel ; Then he trembles, and looks pale, All his hopes and courage fail. 4.- But the wonder-working Lord Sooths the tempreft by his word ; Stills the thunder, flops the rain, And his fun breaks forth again : Soon the cloud again returns, Now he joys, and now he mourns $ Oft his fky is overcaft, Ere the day of life be paft. 5 Try'd believers too can fay, In the courfe of one fhort day, Tho' the morning has been fair, Prov'd a golden hour of pray'r : Sin, and Satan, long ere night, Have their comforts put to flight; Ah.1 what heart-felt peace and joy, Unexpected ftorms deftroy. 5 Deareft Saviour, call us foon To thine high eternal noon ; Never (r) Book I. Hymn 44. BkII, HY.35. SEASONS. 223 Never there fhall tempefl: rife To conceal thee from our eyes : Satan fhall no more deceive, We no more thy Spirit grieve; But thro' cloudlefs, endlefs days, Sound, to golden harps, thy praife. HYMN XXXV. Hay-time. 1 r I i H E grafs, and flow'rs, which clothe •A. the field, And look fo green and gay ; Touch'd by the fcythe, defencelefs yield, And fall, and fade away. 2 Fit emblem of our mortal ftate ! Thus in the fcripture giafs, The young, the ftrong, the wife, the great, May fee themfelves but grafs (r). 3 Ah ! truft not to your fleeting breath, Nor call your time your own ; Around you, fee, the fcythe of death. Is mowing thoufands down. 4 And you, who hitherto are fpar'd, Muft fhortly yield your lives ; Your wifdom is to be prepar'd, Before the ftroke arrives. A'cver L 4 (1) Ifaiah, xl. 5 The —■< II MM I <■ If! P ■ wm SEASONS. Bk II. 5 The grafs, when dead, revives no more, You die, to live again ; But oh ! if death fhould prove the door To everlafting pain. 6 Lori>, help us to obey thy call, That from our fins fet free j When like the grafs our bodies fall, Our fouls may fpring to thee. HYMN XXXVL Harveji. 1 Q E E ! the corn again in ear ! ^ How the fields and valleys fmile 1 Harveft now is drawing near To repay the farmer's toil: Gracious Lord, fecure the crop, Satisfy the poor with food ; In thy mercy is our hope, We have finn'd but thou art good. 2 While I view the plenteous grain As it ripens on the ftalk ; May I not inftru&ion gain, Helpful, to my daily walk ? All this plenty of the field Was produc'd from foreign feeds ; For the earth itfelf would yield Only crops of ufelefs weeds. 3 Tho' Ml HY.36. SEASON S. 3 Tho', when newly fown, it lay Hid awhile beneath the ground, (Some might think it thrown away) Now a large increafe is found : Tho' conceal'd, it was not loft, Tho' it dy'd, it lives again ; Eaftern ftorms, and nipping frofts Have oppos'd its growth in vain. 4 Let the praife be all the Lord's, As the benefit is ours ! He, in feafons, ftill affords Kindly heat, and gentle fhow'rs : By his care the produce thrives Waving o'er the furrow'd lands; And when harveft-time arrives, Ready for the reaper (lands. 5 Thus in barren hearts he fiows Precious feeds of heav'nly joy (t); Sin, and hell, in vain oppofe, None can grace's crop deftroy : Threat'ned oft, yet ftill it blooms; After many changes paft, Death, the reaper, when he comes, Finds it fully ripe at laft. 225 in 1 feeds; l s HYMN (0 Hofea xiv, 7, Mark i?. 26—29, 226 SEASONS. Bk II, CHRISTMAS S. HYMN XXXVII. Praife for the incarnation. SWEETER founds than mufic knows Charm me, in Emmanuel's namej All her hopes my fpirit owes To his birth, and crofs, and fhame. When he came the angels fung " Glory be to God on high \ * Lord, unloofe my ftamm'ring tongue, Who fhould louder fing than I. Did the Lord a man become That he might the law fulfil, Bleed and fuffer in my room, And canft thou, my tongue, be ftill. No, I muft my praifes bring, Tho' they worthlefs are, and weak , For fhould I refufe to fing Sure the very ftones would fpeak. O my Saviour, Shield, and Sun, Shepherd, Brother, Hufband, Friend, Ev'ry precious name in one, I will love thee without end. HYMN Hy.38. SEASONS. 227 HYMN XXXVIII. C. JEHOVAH-JESUS. 1 A/T Y fong fhall blefs the Lord of all, IVJL My praife (hall climb to his abode ; Thee, Saviour, by that name I call, The great Supreme, the mighty God. 2 Without beginning, or decline, Obje£t of faith, and not of fenfe ; Eternal ages faw him Ihine, He fhines eternal a£es hence. 3 As much, when in the manger laid, Almighty ruler of the Iky ; As when the fix days works he made, Fill'd all the morning-ftars with joy. 4 Of all the crpwns Jehovah bears, Salvation is his deareft claim ; That gracious found well-pleas'd he hears, And owns Emmanuel for his name. 5 A cheerful confidence I feel, My well-plac'd hopes with joy I fee; My bofom glows with heav'nly zeal To worfhip him who dy'd for me. As man, he pities my complaint, His pow'r and truth are all divine ; He will not fail, he cannot faint, Salvation's fure, and muft be mine. HYMN 228 SEASONS. BK II. HYMN XXXIX. Man honoured above angels. 1 \j OW let us join with hearts and i->l tongues, And emulate the angels' fongs; Yea, Tinners may addrefs their King In Tongs that angels cannot ling. 2 They praiTe the Lamb who once was flain, But we can add a higher ftrain («) ; Not only Tay, " He fuffer'd thus," 3 When angels by tranfgrefiion Tell, Juftice confign'd them all to hell ; But mercy form'd a wond'rous plan, To Tave, and honor fallen man. 4 Jesus, who pafs'd the angels by (a*), Aflum'd our flefh to bleed and die; And ftill he makes it his abode, As man, he fills the throne of God. 5 Our next of kin, our Brother now, Is he to whom the angels bow; They join with us to praife his name, But we the neareft interefl: claim. 6 But ah ! how faint our praifes rife ! Sure, 'tis the wonder of the fkies ; That we, who fhare his richeft love, Sq cold and unconcern'd fhould prove. 7 (») Rev. v, (*) Heb. ii, 16, Oh HY. 40. SEASONS. 22:9 7 Oh glorious hour it comes with fpeed ! When we from fin and darknefs freed, Shall fee the God who dy'd for man, And praife him more than angels can (y)» HYMN XL. Saturday evening. 1 Q AFELY thro' another week, ^ God has brought us on our way j Let us now a blefling feek On th' approaching fabbath-day : Day, of all the week, the beft j Emblem of eternal reft ! 2 Mercies, multiply'd each hour, Thro' the week our praife demand 'y Guarded by almighty pow'r, Fed and guided by his hand : Tho' ungrateful we have been, Only made returns of fin. 3 While we pray for pard'ning grace, Thro' the dear Redeemer's name; Shew thy reconciled face, Shine away our fin and fhame : From our worldly cares fet free, May we reft, this night, with thee. 4. When the morn fhall bid us rife, May we feel thy prefence near 5 May (y) Book III. Hymn 88. 230 SEASONS. BKII. May thy glory meet our eyes, When we in thy houfe appear ! There afford us, Lord, a tafte Of our everlafting feaft. 5 May thy gofpel's joyful found Conquer finners, comfort faints ; Make the fruits of grace abound, Bring relief for all complaints : Thus may all our fabbaths prove Till we join the church above ! THE CLOSE OF THE YEAR. HYMN XLI. E B E N E Z E £(*). THE Lord, our falvation and light, The guide and the! ftrength of our days; Has brought us together, to night, A new Ebenezer to raife : The year, we have now paffed thro', His goodnefs with bleffings has crown'd; Each morning his mercies were new, Then let our thankfgivings abound. Encompafs'd with dangers and fnares, Temptations, and fears, and complaints; His ear he inclin'd to our pray'rs, His hand open'd wide to our wants : We (as) i Sam. vii. 12, «and fnares, Hy. 41. SEASONS. 231 We never befought him in vain, When burden'd with forrow or fin, He help'd us again and again, Or where, before now, had we been ? 3 His gofpel, throughout the long year, From fabbath to fabbath he gave; How oft has he met with us here, And {hewn himfelf mighty to fave ? His candleftic has been remov'd From churches once privileg'd thus ; But, tho' we unworthy have prov'd, It ftill is continu'd to us. 4 For fo many mercies receiv'd, Alafs ! what returns have we made ? His Spirit we often have griev'd, And evil, for good, have repaid : How well it becomes us to cry, " Oh, who is a God like to thee ? Who paffeft iniquities by, And plungeft them deep in the fea !* 5 To Jesus, who fits on the throne, Our beft hallelujahs we bring To thee it is owing alone, That we are permitted to fing : Aflift us, we pray, to lament The fins of the year that is paft; And grant that the next may be fpent Far more to thy praife than the laft. Another* o n sr. hymn xlii. Another. J ^ET hearts and tongues unite And loud thankfgivings raife; *Tis duty, mingled with delight, The Saviour's name to praife. BkIH To him we owe our breath, He took us from the womb, Which elfe had fhut us up^in death, And prov'd an early tomb. When on the breaft we hung Our help was in the Lord ; Twas he firft taught our infant tongue To form the lifping word. When in our blood we lay He would not let us die; Becaufe his love had fix'd a day To bring falvation nigh. In childhood and in youth His eye was on us ft ill ^ Tho' ftrangers to his love and truth, And prone to crofs his will. 6 And fince his name we knew, How gracious has he been ! What dangers has he led us thro*, What mercies have we feen ! Now an. BkE Hy. 43. ORDINANCES. 7 233 Now thro' another year Supported by his care; We raife our Ebenezer here, " The Lord has help'd tl\us far." 8 Our lot in future years Unable to forefee ; He, kindly to prevent our fears, Says, " Leave it all to me." 9 Yea, Lord, we wifti to caft Our cares upon thy breaft ! Help us to praife thee for the pad, And truft thee for the reft. ♦ ** * •$"& * * * i' *** i- *** * * * ♦*** II. ORDINANCES. HYMN XLIII. On opening a place for focial prayer. 1 /""\ Lord, our languid fouls infpire, V-r For here, we truft, thou art! Send down a coal of heav'nly fire, To warm each waiting heart. 2 Dear Shepherd of thy people, hear, Thy prefence now difplay; As thou haft giv'n a place for pray'r, So give us hearts to pray. 3 Shew us fome token of thy love, Our fainting hope to raife ; And pour thy bleflings from above, That we may render praife. 3 4 Within ORDINANCES. BkIE 4 Within thefe walls let holy peace, And love, and concord dwell ; Here give the troubled confcience eafe, The wounded fpirit heal. 5 The feeling heart, the melting eye, The humble mind beftow ; And fhine upon us from on high, To make our graces grow ! 6 May we in faith receive thy word, In faith prefent our pray'rs ; And, in the. prefence of our Lord, Unbofom all our cares. 7 And may the gofpel's joyful found Enforc'd by mighty grace, Awaken many finners round, To come and fill the place. HYMN XLIV. C. Another. 1 T E S U S, wheree^er thy people meet, J There they behold thy mercy-feat; Wheree'er they feek thee thou art found, And ev'ry place is hallow'd ground. 2 For thou, within no walls confin'd, Inhabiteft the humble mind j Such ever bring thee, where they come, And going, take thee to their home. 3 Dear HY-45- ORDINANCES. 23s 3 Dear Shepherd of thy chofen few ! Thy former mercies here renew; Here, to our waiting hearts, proclaim The fweetnefs of thy faving name. 4 Here may we prove the pow'r of pray'r, To ftrengthen faith, and fweeten care ; To teach our faint defires to rife, And bring all heav'n befqre our eyes. 5 Behold at thy commanding word, We ftretch the curtain and the cord (a); Come thou, and fill this wider fpace, And help us with a large encreafe. 6 Lord, we are few, but thou art near; Nor Ihort thine arm, nor deaf thine ear; Oh rend the heav'ns, come quickly down, And make a thoufand hearts thine own ! HYMN XLV. The Lord; day. HOW welcome to the faints, when prefs'd With fix days noife, and care, and toil, Is the returning day of reft, Which hides them from the world awhile ? Now, from the throng withdrawn awayj They feem to breathe a diff'rent air ; Compos'd and foft'ned by the day, All things another afpeft wear. 3 How (0) Ifaiah liv. 2. ORDINANCES. BkII. How happy if their lot is caft, Where ftately the gofpel founds ! The word is honey to their tafte, Renews their ftrength, and heals their wounds ! Tho' pinch'd with poverty at home, With {harp afflictions daily fed ; It makes amends, if they can come To God's own houfe for heav'nly bread ! With joy they haften to the place, Where they their Saviour oft have met And while they feaft upon his grace, Their burdens and their griefs forget. This favor'd lot, my friends* is ours* May we the privilege improve j And find thefe confecrated hours, Sweet earnefts of the joys above ! 7 We thank thee for thy day, O Lord, Here we thy promis'd preifence feek; Open thine hand, with bleffings ftor'd, And give us Manna for the week. HYMN XLVI. Gofpel privileges. O.Happy they who know the Lord, With whom he deigns to dwell ! He feeds and cheers them by his word, His arm fupports them welh 2 To Hy. 46. ORDINANCES. 2 To them, in each diftrefling hour, His throne of grace is near ; And when they plead his love and pow'r, He (lands engag'd to hear. 3 He help'd his faints in ancient days Who trufted in his name ; And we can witnefs, to his praife, His love is Hill the fame. 4 Wand'rLng in fin, our fouls he found, And bid us feek his face; Gave us to hear the go'fpel found, And tafte the gofpel grace. 5 Oft in his houfe his glory (hines Before our wond'ring eyes ; We wi(h not, then, for golden mines, Or ought beneath the (kies. 6 His prefence fweetens all our cares, And makes our burdens light; A word from him difpels our fears, And gilds the gloom of night. 7 Lord, we expe6l to fuffer here, Nor would we dare repine ; But give us, dill, to find thee near, And own us, ft ill, for thine. 8 Let us enjoy, and highly prize Thefe tokens of thy love ; Till thou (halt bid our fpirits rife, To worlhip thee above. HYMN 438 ORDINANCES. Bk II HYMN XLVII. Another. I T T A P P Y are they, to whom the Lord His gracious name makes known I And by his Spirit, and his word, Adopts them for his own ! 1 He calls them to his mercy-feat, And hears their humble pray'r ; And when within his houfe they meet, They find his prefence near. 3 The force of their united cries No pow'r can long withftand ; For Jesus helps them from the fkies, By his almighty hand. 4 Then mountains fink at once to plains, And light from darknefs fprings ; Each feeming lofs improves their gains, Each trouble comfort brings. 5 Tho' men defpife them, or revile, They count the trial fmall ; Whoever frov/ns, if Jesus fmile, It makes amends for all. 6 Tho' meanly clad, and coarfely fed, And, like their Saviour, poor ; They would not change their gofpel bread For all the worldling's flore. 7 When HY.48. ORDINANCES. 23^ 7 When chear'd with faith's fublimer joys, They mount on eagle's wings ; They can difdain, as children's toys, The pride and pomp of kings. 8 Dear Lord, aflift our fouls to pay The debt of praife we owe ; That we enjoy a gofpel day, And heav'n begun below. Jlto HYMN XLVIII. Praife for the continuance of the gofpel (£). 1 N C E, while we aim'd at Zion's fongs, A fudden mourning check'd our tongues ! Then we were call'd to fow in tears, The feeds of joy for future years. 2 Oft as that memorable hour The changing year brings round again ; We meet to praife the love and pow'r Which heard our cries, and eas'd our pain. 3 Come, ye who trembled for the ark, Unite in praife for anfwer'd pray'r ! Did not the Lord our forrows mark ? Did not our fighing reach his ear ? 4 Then (b) Whereever a feparation is threatned between a miniller and people who dearly love each other, this hymn may be as feafonable as it was once in Olney. 240 ORDINANCES. BkII. Then fmaller griefs were laid afide, And all our cares fumm'd up in one; " Let us but have thy word, we cry'd, In-other things, thy will be done." Since he has granted our requeft, And we ftill hear the gofpel voice j Altho' by many trials preft, In this we Can, and will rejoice. Tho' to our lot temptations fall, Tho' pain and want, and cares annoy ; The precious gofpel fweetens all, And yields us med'c.ine, food, and joy. H Y M N XLIX. A famine of the word. GLadnefs was fpread thro' Ifrael's hoft When firft they Manna view'd ; They labour'd who fhould gather moft, And thought it pleafant food. But when they had it long enjoy'd From day to day, the fame ; Their hearts were by the plenty cloy'd, Altho' from heav'n it came. Thus gofpel bread at firft is priz'd, And makes a people glad ; But afterwards too much defpis'd, When eafy to be had. 4- But Hy.49- ORDINANCES. 4 But fhould the Lord, difpleas'd, withhold The bread his mercy fends ; To have our houfes fill'd with gold Would make but poor amends. 5 How tedious would the week appear. How dull the fabbath prove ? Could we no longer meet to hear The precious truths we love ! 6 How would believing parents bear To leave their heedlefs youth^ Expos'd to ev'ry fatal fnare, Without the light of truth ? y The gofpel, and a praying few Our bulwark long have prov'd ; But Olney fure the day will rue When thefe fhall be remov'd. 8 Then fin, in this once favour'd town, Will triumph unreftrain'd ; And wrath and vengeance haften down, No more by pray'r detain'd. g Preferve us from this judgment, Lord3 For Jesus' fake we plead ; A famine of the gofpel word Would be a ftroke indeed ! M HYMN 242 ORDINANCES. BkII. HYMN L. Prayer for minijlers. 1 HIEF Shepherd of thy chofen fheep, From death and fin fet free j May ev'ry under-fhe.pherd keep :His eye, intent on thee ! 2 With plenteous grace their hearts prepare^ To execute thy will ; ~Compaflion, patience, love and carc, And faithfulnefs and fkill. 3 Enflame their minds with holy zeal Their flocks to feed and teach ; And let them live, and let them feel The facred truths they preach. 4 Oh, never let the fheep complain That toys, which fools amufe ; Ambition, pleafure, praife or gain, Debafe the fhepherd's views. 5 He, that for thefe, forbears to feed The fouls whom Jesus loves; Whate'er he may profefs, or plead, An idol-fhepherd proves (r). 6 The fword of Gqd {hall break his arm, A blaft fhall blind his eye ; His word fhall have no pow'r to warm, His gifts fhall all grow dry. 7 O (c) Zechariah xi. 17. Hy.5i. ORDINANCES. 243 7 O Lord, avert this heavy woe, Let all thy fhepherds fay ! And grace, and ftrength, on each beftow, To labor while 'tis day. HYMN LI. Prayer for a revival. 1 QAVIOUR, vifit thy plantation, C* Grant us, Lord, a gracious rain ! All will come to defolation, Unlefs thou return again : Keep no longer at a diftance, Shine upon us from on high ; Left, for want of thine afliftance, Ev'ry plant fhould droop and die. 2 Surely, once thy garden flourifh'd, Ev'ry part look'd gay and green ; Then thy word our fpirits nourifh'd, Happy feafons we have feen ! But a drought has fince fucceeded, And a fad decline we fee ; Lord, thy help is greatly needed, Help can only come from thee. 3 Where are thofe we counted leaders, Fiil'd with fceal, and love, and truth ? Old profeffors, tall as cedars, Bright examples to our youth ! m 2 Some, 444 ORDINANCES. BkII. Some, in whom we once delighted, We fhall meet no more below ; Some, alafs ! we fear are blighted, Scarce a fingle leaf they fhow. 4 Younger plants—the fight how pleafant, Cover'd thick with blofioms ftood j But they caufe us grief at prefent, Frofts have nipp'd them in the bud ! Deareft Saviour, haften hither, Thou canft make them bloom again j Oh, permit them not to wither, Let not all our hopes be vain ! 5 Let our mutual love be fervent, Make us prevalent in pray'rs ; Let each one efteem'd thy fervant, Shun the world's bewitching fnares : Break the tempter's fatal power, Turn the ftony heart to flefti; And begin, from this good hour, To revive thy work afrefh. HYMN LII. Hoping for a revival. I TV yr Y harp untun'd, and laid afide, LVA (To cheerful hours the harp belongs) My cruel foes, infulting cry'd, " Come, fing us one of Zion's longs." 2 Alafs ? Hy.52. ORDINANCE SV 20. 2 Alafs ! when finners, blindly bold, At Zion feoff, and Zion's King ; When zeal declines, and love grows cold, Is this a day for me to fing ? 3 Time was, whenever the faints I met, With joy and praife my bofom glow'd ; But now, like Eli,. fad I fit, And tremble for the ark of God. 4 While thus to-grief my foul gave way, To fee the work of God decline ; Methbught I heard my Saviour fay, Difmifs thy fears, the ark is mine. . 5 Tho' for a time I hide my face. Rely upon my love and pow'r ; Still wreftle at a throne of grace, And wait for a reviving hour. 6 Take down thy long negle&ed harp, I've feen thy tears, and heard thy pray'r j The winter feafon has been fharp, But fpring fhall all its waftes repair." 1 Lord, I obey, my hopes revive, Come join with me, ye faints, and fingj Our foes in vain againft us ftrive, For God will help and healing bring. m 3 HYMN 246 ORDINANCES. BkII. SACRAMENTAL HYMNS. HYMN LIII. C. ]Velcom£ to the table. THIS Is the feaft of heav'nly wine, And God invites to fup ; The juices of the living vine Were prefs'd, to fill the cup. Oh, blefs the Saviour, ye that eat, With royal dainties fed ; Not heav'n affords a coftlier treat, For Jesus is the bread ! » j * * - T j The vile, the loft, he calls to them, Ye trembling fouls appear ! The righteous, in their own efteem, Have no acceptance here. 4 Approach ye poor, nor dare refufe The banquet fpread for you ; Dear Saviour, this is welcome news, Then I may venture too; If guilt and fin afford a plea, And may obtain a place; Surely the Lord will welcome me, And I Ihall fee his face. HYMN Hy.54. ORDINANCES, 247 HYMN LIV.r Christ crucified. 1 \XT HEN on the crofs, my Lord I fee » V Bleeding to death, for wretched me ; Satan and fin no more can move, For I am all transform'd to love. 2. His thorns, and nails, pierce thro' my heart, In ev'ry grone I bear a part j I view his wounds with dreaming eyes, But fee ! he bows his head and dies ! 3 Come, finners, view the Lamb of God, Wounded and dead, and bath'd in blood ! Behold his fide, and venture near, The well of endlefs life is here. 4 Here I forget my cares and pains ; I drink, yet dill my third remains j Only the fountain-head above, Can fatisfy the third of love. 5 Oh, that I thus could always feel! Lord, more and more thy love reveal ! Then my glad tongue fhall loud proclaim The grace and glory of thy name. 6 Thy name difpels my guilt and fear, Revives my heart, and charms my ear; Affords a balm for ev'ry wound, And Satan trembles at the found. HYMN T 248 ORDINANCES. HYMN LV. C. Jesus ha/ling to fuffer. HE Saviour! what a noble flame Was kindled in his breaft, When halting to Jerufalem He march'd before the reft ! Good-will to men, and zeal for God, His ev'ry thought engrofs ; He longs to be baptiz'd with blood (d), He pants to reach the crofs. With all his fuff'rings full in view, And woes, to us, unknown, Forth to the talk his fpirit flew, 'Twas love that urg'd him on. Lord, we return thee what we can I Our hearts fhall found abroad Salvation, to the dying Man, And to the riling God ! And while thy bleeding glories here Engage our wond'ring eyes ; We learn our lighter crofs to bear, And haften to the Ikies, BKII. HYMN (d) Luke *ii, 50, hy. 56. ordinances. 249 hymn lvi. It it good to be here. 1 T ET me dwell on Golgotha, JLj Weep and love my life away ! While i fee him on-the tree Weep and bleed, and die for me ! 2 That dear blood, for finners fpilt, Shews my fin in all its guilt: Ah, my foul, he bore thy load, Thou haft flain the Lamb of god. 3 Hark ! his dying words, " Forgive., Father, let the Tinner live ; Sinner, wipe thy tears away, I thy ranfom freely pay." 4 While i hear this grace reveal'd, And obtain a pardon feal'd ; All my foft affections move, Waken'd by the force of love. 5 Farewel world, thy gold is drofs, Now i fee the bleeding crofs; Jesus dy'd to fet me free From the law, and fin, and thee ! 6 He has dearly bought my foul lord, accept, and claim the whole! To thy will i all refign, Now, no more my own, but thine. m5 HYMN ORDINANCES. EkII. I HYMN LVII. Looking at the crofs• N evil long I took delight, Unaw'd by fhame or fear ; Till a new objedt ftruck my fight, And ftopp'd my wild career. 2 I faw one hanging on a tree, In agonies and blood ; Who fix'd his languid eyes on me, As near his crofs I flood. 3 Sure, never till my lateft breath, Can I forget that look ; It feem'd to charge me with his death, Tho* not a word he fpoke. 4 My confcience felt, and own'd the guilt, And plung'd me in defpair ; I faw my fins his blood had fpilt, And help'd to nail him there. 5 Alafs ! I knew not what I did, But now my tears are vain ; Where fhall my trembljng foul be hid ? For I the Lord have ilain. 6 A fecond look he gave, which faid, " I freely all forgive ; This blood is for thy ranfom paid, I die, that thou may'ft live." 7 Thus, while his death my fin difplays, In all its blackeft hue ; (Such SR. - Bri:! BIB. • ttofi, % or fear; my 1 career. atKC) ai; d eyes on me, i ftood. ateft breath, ook; ie with his death, revoke. and owa'd the guilt, ■ ndefpair; vihifpilt, Ik there- M 1 e vain ; j ng foul be bid. em j which fiid> ifoBip^ r'ftlive" njtoi* Hy.58. ORDINANCES. 151 (Such is the myftery of grace) It feals my pardon too. 8 With pleafing grief and mournful joy, My fpirit now is fill'd ; That I fhould fuch a life deftroy, Yet live by him I kill'd. HYMN LVIIL Supplies in the wilderness* 1 WJ H E N Ifrael by divine command » V The pathlefs defart trod ; They found, tho' 'twas a barren land, A fure refource in God. 2 A cloudy pillar mark'd their road, • And fcreen'd them from the heat; From the hard rocks their water flow'd, And Manna was their meat. 3 Like them we have a reft in view, Secure from adverfe pow'rs ; Like them we pafs a defart too, But Ifrael's God is ours. 4. Yes, in this barren wildernefs He is to us the fame j By his appointed means of grace, As once he was to them. 5 His word a light before us fpreads By which our path we fee ; 2S2 ORDINANCES. Bk.II. His love a banner o'er our heads, From harm preferves us free. 6 Lord, 'tis enough ; I afk no more, Thefe bleflings are divine ; I envy not the worldling's ftore, If Christ and heav'n are mine. HYMN LXIX. Communion with the faints in glory. It T> Efrefhed by the bread and wine, Av The pledges of our Saviour's love ; Now let our hearts and voices join In fongs of praife with thofe above. 2 Do they fing, "Worthy is the Lamb ?" Altho' we cannot reach their ftrains, Yet we, thro' grace, can fing the fame, For us he dy'd, for us he reigns. 3 If they behold him face to face, While we a glimpfe can only fee ; Yet equal debtors to his grace, As fafe and as belov'd are we. 4 They had, like us a fuff'ring time, Our cares and fears, and griefs they knew;,- But they have conquer'd all thro' him, And we, ere long, fhall conquer too. 5 Tho' Hy.6o. ORDINANCES. 5 Tho' all the fongs of faints in light, Are far beneath his matchlefs worth ; His grace is fuch, he will not flight The poor attempts of worms on earth* ON PRAYER. HYMN LX. C. Exhortation to prayer. 1 \ \ T H AT various hindrances we meet » V In coming to a mercy-feat ? Yet who that knows the worth of pray'r, But wifhes to be often there. 2 Pray'r makes the dark'ned cloud withdraw, Pray'r climbs the ladder Jacob faw ; Gives exercife to faith and love,. Brings ev'ry blefling from above. 3 Retraining pray'r, we ceafe to fight; Pray'r makes the chriftian's armor bright- And Satan trembles, when he fees The weakefl faint upon his knees. 4 While Mofes flood with arms fpread wide, Succefs was found on Ifraels' fide (e); But when thro' wearinefs they faiPd,. That moment Arnalek prevail'd. 5 Have (*) Exodus xvii, II. ORDINANCES. BkII. 5 Have you no words ? ah, think again, Words flow apace when you complain ; And fill your fellow-creature's ear With the fad tale of all your care. 6 Were half the breath thus vainly fpent, To heav'n in fupplication fent; Your cheerful fong would oft'ner be, " Hear what the Lord has done for me !" HYMN LXI. Power of prayer. 1 TN themfelves, as weak as worms, A How can poor believers fland ; When temptations, foes, and florins, Prefs them clofe on ev'ry hand I 2 Weak, indeed, they feel they are, But they know the throne of grace ; And the God, who anfwers pray'r, Helps them when they feek his face. 3 Tho' the Lord awhile delay, Succour they at length obtain j He who taught their hearts to pray, Will not let them cry in vain. 4 Wreflling pray'r can wonders do, Bring relief in deepeft ftraits ; Pray'r can force a paflage thro' Iron bars and brazen gates. 5 Hezekiah BkI{ HY. 62. ORDINANCES. 255 5 Hezekiah on his knees Proud Affyrias' hoft fubdu'd ; And when fmitten with difeafe, Had his life by pray'r renew'd. 6 Peter, tho' confin'd and chain'd, Pray'r prevail'd and brought him out 5 When Elijah pray'd, it rain'd, After three long years of drought. 7 We can likewife witnefs bear, That the Lord is ftill the fame ; Tho' we fear'd he would not hear. Suddenly deliverance came. 8 For the wonders he has wrought, Let us now our praifes give; And, by fweet experience taught, Call upon him while we live. He# ON THE SCRIPTURE. HYMN LXII. C. The light and glory of the word, THE Spirit breathes upon the word, And brings the truth to fight Precepts and promifes afford A fan£tifying light. A glory gilds the facred page, Majeftic like the fun ; It gives a light to ev'ry age, It gives, but borrows none. The 256 ORDINANCES. BkIL The hand that gave it, ftill fupplies The gracious light and heat ; His truths upon the nations rife, They rife, but never fet. Let everlafting thanks be thine ! For fuch a bright difplay, As makes a world of darknefs fhine With beams of heav'nly day. My foul rejoices to purfue The fteps of him I love j Till glory breaks upon my view - In brighter worlds above. HYMN LXIII. The word more precious than gold. PRecious Bible ! what a treafure Does the word of God afford ? All I want for life or pleafure, Food and Med'cine, Shield and Sword: Let the world account me poor, Having this I need no more. Food to which the world's a flranger, Here my hungry foul enjoys ; Of excefs there is no danger, Tho' it fills, it never cloys : On a dying Christ I feed, He is meat and drink indeed ! 3 When Hy.6j. ORDINANCES. 257 3 When my faith is faint and fickly, Or when Satan wounds my mind, Cordials, to revive me quickly, Healing Med'cines here I find : To the promifes I flee, Each affords a remedy. 4 In the hour of dark temptation Satan cannot make me yield j For the word of confolation Is to me a mighty Shield : While the fcripture-truths are fure, From his malice I'm fecure. 5 Vain his threats to overcome me, When I take the Spirits' Sword ; Then with eafe I drive him from me, Satan trembles at the word : 'Tis a fword for conqueft made, Keen the edge, and ftrong the blade. 6 Shall I envy then the mifer Doating on his golden ftore ? Sure I am, or fhould be, wifer, I am Rich, 'tis he is Poor : Jesus gives me in his word,. Food and Med'gine , Shield and Sword. III. P R O- 158 ROMANS. Bk I. HYMN CXXVII. Salvation drawing nearer. Chap. xiii. 1 "p\ Arknefs overfpreads us here, But the night wears faft away ; Jacob's ftar will Toon appear, Leading on eternal day ! Now 'tis time to roufe from fleep, Trim our lamps and ftand prepar'd ; For our Lord ftridt watch to keep, Left he find us off our guard. 2 Let his people courage take, Bear with a fubmiftive mind All they fuffer for his fake, Rich amends they foon will find : He will wipe away their tears, Near himfelf appoint their lot; All their forrows, pains and fears, Quickly then will be forgot. 3 Tho' already fav'd, by grace, From the hour we firft believ'd ; Yet while fin and war have place, We have but a part receiv'd : Still we for falvation wait, Ev'ry hour it nearer comes ! Death will break the prifon gate, And admit us to our homes. 4 Sinners, what can you expe$$$• * 4. * I. CORINTHIANS. HYMN CXXVIII. That Rock was Christ. Chap. x. 4. 1 TI 7HEN Ifrael's tribes were parch'd with VV thirft, Forth from the Rock the waters burft ; And all their future journey thro', Yielded them drink and gofpel too ! 2 In Mofes' rod, a type they faw, Of his fevere and fiery law ; The fmitten rock prefigur'd him, From whofe pierc'd fide all bleffings ftream. 3 But ah ! the types were all too faint, His forrows or his worth to paint; Slight was the ftroke of Mofes' rod, But he endur'd the wrath of God. 4 Their outward rock could feel no pain, But ours was wounded, torn and flain ; The rock gave but a watry flood, But Jesus pour'd forth ftreams of blood. 5 The earth is like their wildernefs, A land of drought and fore diftrefs ; Without one ftream from pole to pole, To fatisfy a thirfty foul. TreA 6 But 26o PROVIDENCES. BxII. 4 Here peace and liberty have dwelt, The glorious gofpel brightly fhone ; And oft our enemies have felt That God has made our caufe his own. 5 But ah ! both heav'n and earth have heard Our vile requital of his love ! We, whom like children he has rear'd. Rebels againft his goodnefs prove (£). 6 His grace defpis'd, his pow'r defy'd, And legions of the blackeft crimes., Profanenefs, riot, luff, and pride, Are figns that mark the prefent times. 7 The Lord, difpleas'd, has rais'd his rod j Ah where are now the faithful few Who tremble for the ark of God, And know what Ifrael ought to do (/) ? 8 Lord, hear thy people ev'ry where, Who meet to mourn, confefs and pray; The nation and thy churches fpare; And let thy wrath be turn'd away. HYMN LXVI. MOSES and A M A L E K{m). February 27, 1778. j TX7HILE Jofhua led the armed bands V V Qf Ifrael forth to war ; Mofes apart with lifted hands Engag'd in humble pray'r. 2 The (a) Ifaiah i. t. (/) i Chron. xii, 32. \m) Exodus xvii. g. Hy.66. PROVIDENCES. 261 2 The armed bands had quickly fail'd, And perifh'd in the fight; If Mofes' pray'r had not prevail'd To put the foes to flight. 3 When Mofes' hands thro'weaknefs dropp'd, The warriors fainted too ; Ifrael's fuccefs at once was ftopp'd, And Am'lek bolder grew. 4 A people, always prone to boaft, Were taught by this fufpence, That not a num'rous armed hoft, But God was their defence. 5 We now of fleets and armies vaunt, And fhips and men prepare; But men like Mofes moft we want, To fave the ftate by pray'r. 6 Yet, Lord, we hope thou haft prepar'd A hidden few to-day; (The nation's fecret ftrength and guard) To weep, and mourn, and pray. 7 O hear their pray'rs and grant us aid, Bid war and difcord ceafe ; Heal the fad breach which fin has made. And blefs us all with peace. HYMN 26). 6 But happy they who love the Lord And his falvation know; The hope that's founded on his word, No change can overthrow. 7 Should the deep-rooted hills be hurl'd, And plung'd beneath the feas ; And ftrong convulfions fhake the world, Your hearts may reft in peace. 8 Jesus, your Shepherd, Lord, and Chief, Shall fhelter you from ill ; And not a worm or fhaking leaf Can move, but at his will. HYMN LXIX. On the fire at Olney. September 22, 1777. 1 T X 7Earied by day with toils and cares, V V How welcome is the peaceful night! Sweet fleep our wafted ftrength repairs, And fits us for returning light. 2 Yet when our eyes in fteep are clos'd, Our reft may break ere well begun ; To dangers ev'ry hour expos'd We neither can forefee nor fliun. 3 'Tis (/>) Rev. vi, 16, Hy. 69. PROVIDENCES. 265 3 'Tis of the Lord that we can fleep A Angle night without alarms ; His eye alone our lives can keep Secure, amidft a thoufand harms. 4 Por months and years of fafety part:, Ungrateful, we, alafs ! have been ; Tho' patient long, he fpoke at laft, And bid the fire rebuke our fin. 5 The (hout of fire ! a dreadful cry, Impreft: each heart with deep difmay; While the fierce blaze and red'ning Iky, Made midnight wear the face of day. 6 The throng and terror who can fpeak ? The various founds that fill'd the air 1 The infant's wail, the mother's fhriek, The voice of blafphemy and pray'r ! 7 But pray'r prevail'd, and fav'd the town; The few, who lov'd the Saviour's name, Were hear'd, and mercy bafted down To change the wind, and flop the flame. S Oh, may that night be ne'er forgot ! Lord, itill encreafe thy praying few ! Were Olney left without a Lot, Ruin, like Sodoms', would enfue. N HYMN 2M PORVIDENCES. BkII HYMN LXX. A welcome to chri/lian friends. 1 T7" Indred in Christ, for his dear fake, TV A hearty welcome here receive; May we together now partake The joys which only he can give ! 2 To you and us by grace 'tis giv'n, To know the Saviour's precious name ; And fhortly we fhall meet in heav'n, Our hope, our way, our end, the fame. 3 May he, by whofe kind care we meet, Send his good Spirit from above, Make our communications fweet, And caufe our hearts to burn with love ! 4 Forgotten be each worldly theme, When chriftians fee each other thus ; We only wifh to fpeak of him, Who liv'd, and dy'd, and reigns for us. 5 We'll talk of all he did and faid, And fufFer'd for us here below; The path he mark'd for us to tread, And what he's doing for us now. -6 Thus, as the moments pafs away, We'll love, and wonder, and adore; And haften on the glorious day, When we fhall meet to part no more. i HYMN Bull, fltM" Hy.;i. PROVIDENCES. 267 HYMN LXXI. At parting. r A S the fun's enliv'ning eye Shines on ev'ry place the fame ; So the Lord is always nigh To the fouls that love his name. 2 When they move at duty's call, He is with them by the way j He is ever with them all, Thofe who go, and thofe who flay. 3 From his holy mercy-feat Nothing can their fouls confine 5 Still in fpirit they may meet, And in fweet communion join. 4 For a feafon call'd to part, Let us then ourfelves commend To the gracious eye and heart, Of our ever-prefent Friend. 5 Jesus, hear our humble pray'r ! Tender Shepherd of thy fheep ! Let thy mercy and thy care All our fouls in fafety keep. 6 In thy ftrength may we be ftrong, Sweeten ev'ry crofs and pain ; Give us, if we live, ere long Here to meet in peace again. n 2 7 Then, aSS PROVIDENCES. BkII. 7 Then, if thou thy help afford, Ebenezers fhall be rear'd ; And our fouls fhall praife the Lord Who our poor petitions heard. F U N E R A L II Y M N S. HYMN LXXII. On the death of a believer. 1 T N vain my fancy ftrives to paint A The moment after death ; The glories that furround the faints, When yielding up their breath. 2 One gentle figh their fetters breaks, We fcarcecan fay, " They're gone !" Before the willing fpirit takes Her manfion near the throne. 3 Faith ftrives, but.all its-efforts fail, To trace her in her flight : No eye can pierce within the vail Which hides that world of light. 4 Thus much (and this is all) we know, They are completely bleft ; Have done with fin, and care, and woe, And with their Saviour reft. 5 On harps of gold they praife his name, His face they always view ; Then let us follow'rs be of them, That we may praife him too. 6 Their .11, HY.73- PROVIDENCES. 269 6 Their faith and patience, love and zeal, Should make their mem'ry dear; And, Lord, do thou the pray'rs fulfil, They offer'd for us here ! y While they have gain'd, we lofers are, We mifs them day by day ; But thou canft ev'ry breach repair, And wipe our tears away. 8 We pray, as in Elilha's cafe, When great Elijah went, May double portions of thy grace, To us who ftay,.. be fent. HYMN LXXIII. C. On the death of a mlnijier. HI S Mafler taken from his head, Elifha faw him go j And, in defponding accents faid, " Ah, what muft Ifrael do !" But he forgot the Lord, who lifts The beggar to the throne ; Nor) Job iii. 17, Hy. 77. PROVIDENCES. 273 5 But fighting in my Saviour's ftrength, Tho' mighty are my foes, I fhall a conqu'ror be at length, O'er all that can oppofe. 6 Then why, my foul, complain or fear ? The crown of glory fee ! The more I toil and fuffer here, The fweeter reft will be. HYMN LXXVII. The day of judgment. DAY of judgment, day of wonders ! Hark ! the. trumpets awful found, Louder than a thoufand thunders, Shakes the vaft creation round ! How the fummons will the finner's heart confound ! See the Judge our nature wearing, Clothed in majefty divine ! You who long for his appearing, Then fhall fay, " This God is mine !" Gracious Saviour, own me in that day for thine ! At his call the dead awaken, Rife to life from earth and fea; All the pow'rs of nature fhaken By his look, prepares to flee : Carelefs finner, what will then become of thee! n 5 4 Horrors, PROVIDENCES. BkII. Horrors, paft imagination, Will furprize your trembling heart, When you hear your condemnation, 44 Hence, accurfed wretch, depart! Thou, with Satan and his angels, have thy part!" Satan, who now tries to pleafe you, Left you timely warning take, When that word is paft, will feize you, Plunge you in the burning lake : Think, poor finner, thy eternal all's at ftake. But to thofe who have confeffed, Lov'd and ferv'd the Lord below ; He will fay, 44 Come near ye blefled, See the kingdom I beftow : You for ever fhall my love and glory know." Under forrows and reproaches, May this thought your courage raife ? Swiftly God's great day approaches, Sighs lhall then be chang'd to praife : We fhall triumph when the world is in a blaze. HYMN Hy. 77, PROVIDENCES. 275 HYMN LXXVI1I. The day of the LoR3s (f)V- Creation's wide extended frame; The paft and future in his view, And days and ages are the fame (d). 2 Sinners, who dare provoke his face, Who on his patience long prefume, And trifle out his day of grace, Will find he has a day of doom. 3^ As pangs the lab'ring woman feels, Or as the thief, in midnight fleep ; So comes that day, for which the wheels Of time, their ceafelefs motion keep ! 4 Hark ! from the fky, the trump proclaims Jesus, the Judge approaching nigh ! See, the creation wrapt in flames, Firft kindled by his vengeful eye ! 5 When thus the mountains melt like wax, When earth, and air, and fea, fhall burnj When all the frame of nature breaks, Poor finner, whither wilt thou turn ? 6 The puny works which feeble men Now boaft, or covet, or admire; Their pomp, and arts, and treafures, then Shall perifli in one common fire. 7 Lord, (t) Book III. Hymn 4. (<0 a Peter iii. 8—io» 276 PROVIDENCES. Bull. 7 Lord, fix our hearts and hopes above ! Since all below to ruin tends ; Here may we truft, obey, and love, And there be found amongft thy friends. HYMN LXXIX. The great tribunal (e). 1 T OHN in vifion faw the day J When the Judge will haften down\ Heav'n and earth {hall flee away From the terror of his frown : Dead and living, fmall and great, Raifed from the earth and fea; At his bar {hall hear their fate, What will then become of me ? 2 Can I bear his awful looks ? Shall I ftand in judgment then, When I fee the open'd books, Written by th' Almighty's pen ? If he to remembrance bring, And expofe to public view, Ev'ry work and fecret thing, Ah, my foul, what canft thou do ? 3 When the lift {hall be produc'd Of the talents I enjoy'd ; Means and mercies, how abus'd ! Time and ftrength, how mifemploy'd ! Confidence (e) Rev. zx. n, 12. HY.8O. CREATION*. 277 Confcience then, compell'd to read, Muft allow the charge is true ; Say, my foul, what canft thou plead In that hour, what wilt thou do ? 4 But the book of life I fee, May my name be written there f Then from guilt and danger free, Glad I'll meet him in the air : That's the book I hope to plead, 'Tis the gofpel open'd wide ; Lord, I am a wretch indeed 1 I have finn'd, but thou haft dy'd (f)a 5 Now my foul knows what to do; Thus I (hall with boldnefs ftand, Number'd with the faithful few, Own'd and fav'd, at thy right hand ; If thou help a foolilh worm To believe thy promife now ; Jufticewill at laft confirm What thy mercy wrought below. A********************************* IV. CREATION. HYMN LXXX. The old and new creation. I HAT was a wonder-working word -L Which could the vaft creation raife ! Angels, attendant on their Lord Q*), Admir'd the plan, and fung his praife. 2 From (/) Rom. viii. 34, (&) Job. xxxviii. 7. 278 CREATION. BK II. From what a dark and ihapelefs mafs, All nature fprang at his command ! Let there be light, and light there was, And fun and ftars, and Tea and land. With equal fpeed the earth and Teas, Their mighty Maker's vbice obey'd ; He fpake, and ftrait the plants and trees, And birds, and beafts, and man were made. But man, the lord and crown of all, By fin his honor foon defac'd ; His heart (how alter'd fince the fall !) Is dark, deform'd, and void, and wafte. The new creation of the foul Does now no lefs his pow'r difplay (h); Than when he form'd the mighty whole, And kindled darknefs into day. Tho' felf-deftroy'd, O Lord, we are, Yet let us feel what thou canft do •, Thy word the ruin can repair, And all our hearts create anew. HYMN LXXXI. The book of creation. TH E book of nature open lies, With much inftrudlion ftor'd ; But till the Lord anoints our eyes We cannot read a word. 2 Philofophers (i>) z Cor, iv. 6, fell Hy.8i. CREATION. 279-. 2 Philofophers have por'd in vain, And guefs'd, from age to age ; For reafon's eye could ne'er attain To underftand a page. 3 Tho' to each ftar they give a name, Its fize and motions teach ; The truths which all the ftars proclaim} Their wifdom cannot reach. 4 With (kill to meafure earth and fea, And weigh the fubtle air ; They cannot, Lord, difcover thee Tho' prefent ev'ry where. 5 The knowledge of the faints excells The wifdom of the fchools ; To them his fecrets God reveals, Tho' men account them fools. 6 To them the fun and ftars on high The flow'rs that paint the field (*),. And all the artlefs birds that fly, Divine inftrutftion yield. 7 The creatures 011 their fenfes prefs, As witnefles to prove Their Saviour's pow'r, and faithfirinefs,. His providence and love. S Thus may we ftudy nature's book To make us wife indeed ! And pity thofe who only look At what they cannot read (k). HYMN (i) Matt, vi, 26—28, (*) Roro, 1. 20» *8o CREATION. Bk II. HYMN LXXXII. The rainbow. 1 "TX7HEN the fun, with cheerful beams, VV Smiles upon a low'ring Iky j Soon its afpeCt foft'ned feems, And a rainbow meets the eye : While the Iky remains ferene, This bright arch is never feen. 2 Thus the Lord's fupporting pow'r Brighteft to his faints appears, When afflictions threat'ning hour Fills their Iky with clouds and fears : He can wonders then perform, Paint a rainbow on the ftorm (/). 3 All their graces doubly fhine Wh«n their troubles prefs them forej And the promifes divine Give them joys unknown before : As the colours of the bow, To the cloud their brightnefs owe.. 4 Favor'd John a rainbow faw (m) Circling round the throne above ; Hence the faints a pledge may draw- Of unchanging cov'nant love : Clouds awhile may intervene, But the bow will ftill be feen. HYMN (J) Gen. ix. 14. (m) Ret, ir. 3. _r - Hy. 83. CREATION. 281 HYMN LXXXIII. Thunder. 1 T17 H E N a black overfpreading cloud V V Has darkned all the air; And peals of thunder roaring loud Proclaim the tempeft near. 2 Then guilt and fear, the Fruits of fiti. The finner oft purfue ; A louder ftorm is heard within, And confcience thunders too. 3 The law a fiery language fpeaks, His danger he perceives ; Like Satan, who his ruin feeks, He trembles and believes. 4 But when the Iky ferene appears, And thunders roll no more j He foon forgets his vows and fears, Juft as he did before. 5 But whither fhall the finner flee, When nature's mighty frame, The pond'rous earth, and air, and fea (0), Shall all diflolve in flame ? 6 Amazing day ! it comes apace ! The Judge is halting down ! Will finners bear to fee his face, Or ftand before his frown. 7 Lord, (0 2 Peter Hi. xo. 282 CREATION. Bk.II. 7 Lord, let thy mercy find a way To touch each ftubborn heart; That they may never hear thee fay, "Ye curfed ones depart." 8 Believers, you may well rejoice 1 The thunders loudeft flrains Seuld be to you a welcome voice, That tells you, " Jesus reigns i" HYMN LXXXIV. Lightening in the night. A Glance from heav'n, with fweet effe&,- Sometimes my penfive fpirit cheers ; But, ere I can my thoughts colled!:, As Suddenly it disappears. So light'ning in the gloom of night, Affords a momentary day ; Difclofing objedls full in fight, Which foonas feen, are fnatch'd away. Ah ! what avail, thefe pleafing fcenes ! They do but aggravate my pain ; While darknefs quickly intervenes, And fwallows up my joys again. But fhall I murmur at relief ? Tho' fhort, it was a precious view;. Sent to controll my unbelief, And prove that what I read is true. 5 The Hy. 85. CREATION. 283 5 The light'nings flafh did not create The op'ning profpedt it reveal'd ; But only fhew'd the real ftate Of what the darknefs had conceal'd. 6 Juft fo, we by a glimpfe difcern The glorious things within the vail ; That when in darknefs, we may learn To live by faith, till light prevail. 7 The Lord's great day will foon advance, Difperfing all the fhades of night-; Then we no more fhall need a glance, But fee by an eternal Light. HYMN LXXXV. On the eclipfe of the moon. July 30, 1776. 1 r I ■* H E moon in filver glory fhone, And not a cloud in fight; When fuddenly a fhade begun To intercept her light. 2 How faft acrofs her orb it fpread, How faft her light withdrew ! A circle, ting'd with languid red, Was all appear'd in view. ,3 While many with unmeaning eye Gaze on thy works in vain ; Affift me, Lord, that I may try Inftru&ion to obtain. 4 Fain 284 CREATION. Bk II. 4 Fain would my thankful heart and lips Unite in praife to thee j And meditate on thy eclipfe, In fad Gethfemane. 5 Thy peoples guilt, a heavy load ! (When {landing in their room) Depriv'd thee of the light of God, And fill'd thy foul with gloom. 6 How pun&ually eclipfes move, Obedient to thy will ! Thus (hall thy faithfulnefs and love, Thy promifes fulfill. j Dark, like the moon without the fun, I mourn thine abfence, Lord ! For light or comfort I have none, But what thy beams afford. 8 But lo ! the hour draws near apace,. When changes fhall be o'er ; Then I fhall fee thee face to face,.. And be eclips'd no more. HYMN LXXXVI. Moon-Tight. I HP H E moon has but a borrow'd light, JL A faint and feeble ray ; She owes her beauty to the night, And hides herfelf by day. 2 No Hv. 87 CREATION, 28$ 2 No cheering warmth her beam conveys, Tfro' pleafing to behold ; We might upon her brightnefs gaze Till we were ftar-v'd with cold. 3 Juft fuch is all the light to man Which reafon can impart; It cannot Ihew one objedt plain, Nor warm the frozen heart. 4 Thus moon-light views of truths divine To many fatal .prove; For what avail in gifts to Ihine (/»), Without a fpark of love ? 5 The gofpel, like the fun at noon, Affords a glorious light ; Then fallen reafon's boafled moon Appears no longer bright. 6 And grace, not light alone, bellows, But adds a quickning pow'r ; The defart blofTorns like the rofe (y), And fin prevails no more. HYMN LXXXVH. The fea (r). I T F for a time the air be calm, A Serene and fmooth the fea appears; And Ihews no danger to alarm The unexperienced landfman's fears. 2 But (p) iCor. xili. 1. (q) Ifaiah xxxv, i. (r) Book I, Hymn 115. 286 CREATION. BKII. 2 But if the tempeft once arife, The faithlefs water fwells and raves; Its billows, foaming to the fkies, Difclofe a thoufand threat'ning graves# 3 My untry'd heart thus feem'd to me, (So little of myfelf I knew) Smooth as the calm unruffled fea, But ah ! it prov'd as treach'rous too I 4 The peace, of which I had a tafte, When Jesus firft his love reveal'd; I fondly hop'd would always laft, Becaufe my foes were then conceal'd. 5 But when I felt the tempter's pow'r Roufe my corruptions from their fleep ; I trembled at the ftormy hour, And faw the horrors of the deep. 6 Now, on prefumption's billows borne, My fpirit feem'd the Lord to dare ; Now, quick as thought, a fudden turn Plung'd me in gulphs of black defpair. 7 Lord, fave me, or I fink, I pray'd, He heard, and bid the tempeft ceafe ; The angry waves his word obey'd, And all my fears were huftpd to peace. 8 The peace is his, and not my own, My heart (no better than before) Is ftill to dreadful changes prone, Then let me never truft it more. HYMN ON. BkII, HY. life, fund raves; tkfe, !8, CREATION. 287 HYMN LXXXVIII. The flood. T H O' fmall the drops of falling rain. If one be fingly view'd ; Colle&ed, they o'erfpread the plain, And form a mighty flood. The houfe it meets with in its courfe, Should not be built on clay; Left, with a wild refiftlefs force, It fweep the whole away. Tho* for awhile it feem'd fecure, It will not bear the fhock ; Unlefs it has foundations fure, And ftands upon a rock. Thus finners think their evil deeds, Like drops of rain, are fmall; But it the pow'r of thought exceeds, To count the fum of all. One fin can raife, tho' fmall it feems, A flood to drown the foul ; What then, when countlefs million ftreams Shall join, to fwell the whole. 1 Yet, while they think the weather fair, If warn'd, they fmile or frown ; But they will tremble and defpair, When the fierce flood comes down ! ■ 288 CREATION. BkII, 7 Oh ! then on Jesus ground your hope, That ftone in Zion laid (r) ; Left your poor building quickly drop, With ruin, on your head. HYMN LXXXIX. The thaw. 1 HP H E ice and fnow we lately faw, A Which cover'd all the ground ; Are melted foon before the thaw, And can no more be found. 2 Could all the art of man fuffice To move away the fnow, To clear the rivers from the ice, Or make the waters flow ? 3 No, 'tis the work of God alone j An emblem of the pow'r By which he melts the heart of ftone, In his appointed hour. 4 All outward means, till he appears, Will ineffectual prove; Tho' much the finner fees and hears, He cannot learn to love. But let the ftouteft finner feel The foft'ning warmth of grace ; Tho' hard as ice, or rocks, or fteel, His heart diflolves apace. 6 Seeing (*) Matt, ?Ii, 24. 1 Peter li, 6, hy. 90. creation. 6 Seeing the blood which Jesus fpilt, To fave his foul from woe,I His hatred, unbelief, and guilt, All melt away like fnow. 7 Jesus, we in thy name intreat, Reveal thy gracious arm ; And grant thy Spirit's kindly heat, Our frozen hearts to warm. 289 HYMN XC. The loadjione. 1 A S needles point towards the pole, When touch'd by the magnetic ftone; So faith in Jesus, gives the foul A tendency before unknown. 2 Till then, by blinded paflions led, In fearch of fancy'd good we range; The paths of difappointment tread, To nothing fix'd, but love of change. 3 But when the Holy Ghoft imparts A knowledge of the Saviour's love;. Our wand'ring, weary, reftlefs heartss Are fix'd at once, no more to move. 4. Now a new principle takes place, Which guides and animates the will ; This love, another name for grace, Conftrains to good, and bars from ill. O 5 I II zgo C R E A TION. BkII, 5 By love's fure light we Toon perceive Our nobleft blifs, and proper end j And gladly ev'ry idol leave, To love and ferve our Lord and Friend. 6 Thus borne along by faith and hope, We feel the Saviour's words are true ; " And I, if I be lifted up(«), Will draw the finner upward too." HYMN XCI. The fplder and bee. 1 N the fame flow'r we often fee The lothfome fpider and the bee ; But what they get by working there, Is different as their natures are. 2 The bee a fweet reward obtains, And honey well repays his pains ; Home to the hive he bears the flore, And then returns in quefl of more. 3 But no fweet flow'rs that grace the field, Can honey to the fpider yield ; A cobweb all that he can fpin, And poifon all he {lores within. 4 Thus in that facred field the word, With flow'rs of God's own planting ftor'd, Like bees his children feed and thrive, And bring home honey to the hive. 5 There, («} John xii. 32. hy. 92. creation. 291 5 There, fpider-like, the wicked come, And feem to tafte the fame perfume j But the vile venom of their hearts, To poifon all their food converts. 6 From the fame truths believers prize, They weave vain refuges of lies ; And from the promife licenfe draw, To trifle with the holy law ! 7 Lord, {hall thy word of life and love, The means of death to numbers prove ! Unlefs thy grace our hearts renew (x), We fink to hell, with heav'n in view. HYMN XGII. The bee faved from the fpider. TH E fubtle fpider often weaves His unfufpedted fnares, Among the balmy flow'rs and leaves, To which the bee repairs. When in his web he fees one hang, With a malicious joy, He darts upon it with his fang, To poifon and deftroy. How welcome then, fome pitying friend, To fave the threat'ned be I The fpider's treach'rous web to rend, And fet the captive free ! 02 4 My. (*) Bcok III. Hymn 71, 292 CREATION. BkII. 4 My foul has been in fuch a cafe, When firft I knew the Lord, I hafted to the means of grace, Where fweets I knew were ftor'd. 5 Little I thought of danger near, That foon my joys would ebb; But ah ! I met a fpider there, Who caught me in his web. 6 Then Satan rais'd his pois'nous (ling, And aim'd his blows at me; While I, poor helplefs trembling thing, Could neither fight nor flee, y But oh ! the Saviour's pitying eye Reliev'd me from defpair; He faw me at the-point ,to die And-broke the fatal fnare. 8 My cafe his heedlefs faints fhould warn, Or cheer them if afraid ; May you from me your danger learn, And where to look for aid. HYMN XCIII. The tamed lion. I \ Lion, tho' by nature wild, -ti- The art of man can tame ; He {lands before his keeper, mild, And gentle as a lamb. 2 He BkU Hy. 93. C R E A T I O N. 5 A 293 2 He watches, with fubmifiive eye, The hand that gives him food ; As if he meant to teftify A fenfe of gratitude. 3 But man himfelf, who thus fubdues The fierceft beafts of prey ; A nature, more unfeeling lhews, And far more fierce than they. 4 Tho' by the Lord preferv'd and fed, He proves rebellious ftill ; And while he eats his Maker's bread, Refills his holy will. 5 Alike in vain, of grace that faves,, Or threat'ning law he hears The favage fcorns, blafphemes, and raver, But neither loves nor fears. 6 O Saviour ! how thy wond'rous pow'r By angels is proclaim'd ! When in thine own appointed hour, They fee this lion tam'd. 7 The love thy bleeding crofs difplays, The hardeft heart fubdues j Here furious lions while they gaze, Their rage and fiercenefs lofe (y). 8 Yet are we but renew'd in part, The lion ftill remains; Lord, drive him wholly from niy heart, Or keep him faft in chains. ° 3 [y) Ifaiah xi. 6. HYMN 294 CREATION. Bk II. HYMN XCIV. Sheep. 1 r 5 H E Saviour calls his people Iheep, And bids them on his love rely ; For he alone their fouls can keep, And he alone their wants fupply. 2 The bull can fight, the hare can flee, The ant, in fummer, food prepare; But helplefs Iheep, and fuch are we, Depend upon the Shepherd's care. 3 Jehovah is our Shepherd's name (z), Then what have we, tho' weak, to fear ? Our fin and folly we proclaim, If we defpond while he is near. 4 When Satan threatens to devour, When troubles prefs on ev'ry fide; Think of our Shepherd's care and pow'f, He can defend, he will provide. 5 See the rich pafturesof his grace, Where, in full fir^arhs, falvation flows ! There he appoints our refting place,, . And we rnay feed, fecure from foes. 6 There, 'midfl: the flock the Shepherd dwells, The Iheep around in fafety lie; The wolf, in vain, with malice fwells, For he prote&s them with his eye (a). 7 Dear (z) Pfalm xxiii. i, (a) Micah v. 4, Hy.9*. CREATION. 295 7 Dear Lord, if I am one of thine, From anxious thoughts I would be free; To truft, and love, and praife, is mine, The care of all belongs to thee. HYMN XCV. The garden. j. A Garden contemplation fuits, And may inftru6tion yield, Sweeter than all the flow'rs and fruits With which the fpot is fill'd. 2 Eden was Adam's dwelling place, While bleft with innocence ; But fin o'erwhelm'd him with difgrace.. And drove the rebel thence. 3 Oft as the garden-walk we tread. We fhould be/noan his fall ; The trefpafs of*our legal head In ruin plungfti us all. 4 The garden of Gethfemane, The fecond Adam faw, Opprefs'd with woe, to fet us free From the avenging law. 6 How ftupid we, who can forget, With gardens in our fight, His agonies and bloody fweat, In that tremendous night ! 04 6 His 296 CREATION. BkIL 6 His church as a fair garden ftands, Which walls of love inclofe ; Each tree is planted by his hand (£), And by his blefiing grows. 7 Believing hearts are gardens too, For grace has fown its feeds; Where once, by nature, nothing grew But thorns and worthlefs weeds. 8 Such themes to thofe who Jesus love. May conftant joys afford ; And make a barren defart prove The garden of the Lord. HYMN XCVI. For a gar den-feat, or fummer-houfe. A Shelter from the rain or wind (c), A fhade from fcorching heat; A refting place you here may find, To eafe your weary feet. Enter but with a ferious thought, Confider who is near ! This is a confecrated fpot, The Lord is prefent here ! A queftion of the utmoft weight, While reading, meets your eye; May confcience witnefs to your ftate, And give a true reply ! {b) Iiaiah Ixi. 3. Is (c) Ifaiah xxxii, 2 MY. 97. CREATION. 2 4 Is Jesus to your heart reveal'd, As full of truth and grace ? And is his name your hope and fliield, Your reft and hiding place ? 5 If fo, for all events prepar'd, Whatever ftorms may rife, He, whom you love, will fafely guard, And guide you to the Ikies. 6 No burning fun, or ftorm, or rain,. Will there your peace annoy ; No fin, temptation, grief, or pain,. Intrude to damp your joy. 7 But if his name you have not known, Oh, feek him while you may,! Left you ftiould meet, his awful frown, In that approaching day. 8 When the avenging Judge you fee, With terrors on his brow; Where can you hide, or whither flee, If you. reje£t him now I HYMN XCVII. The creatures in the Lord'j hands. I ' 1 H E water ftood like walls of brafs, To let the fons of Ifrael pafs (d) j And from the rock in rivers burft (Llinded in youth by Satan's arts, The world to our unpradtis'd hearts, A flatt'ring profpe£t ftiows ; Our fancy forms a thoufand fchemes, Of gay delights, and golden dreams, And undifturb'd repofe. 1 So in the defarts dreary wafte, By magic pow'r produc'd in hafte, (As ancient fables fay) Caftles, and groves, and mufic fweet, The fenfes of the trav'ller meet, And flop him in his way. 3 But i 1 f f 302 CREATION. BkII 3 But while he liftens with furprize, The charm diflolves, the vifion 4ies, 'Twas but inchanted ground ; Thus if the Lord our fpirits topch, The world, which promis'd us fo much, A wildernefs is found. 4 At firft we ftart, and feel diftrefs'd, Convinc'd we never can have reft, In fuch a wretched place ; But he whofe mercy breaks the charm. Reveals his own almighty arm, And bids us feek his face. 5 Then we begin to live indeed, When from our fin and bondage freed, By this beloved Friend ; We follow him from day to day, AfTur'd of grace thro' all the way, And glory at the end. A TABLE [ 3°3 1 * # * * # ##■###### j> TABLE T O T H E SECOND BOOK, According to the Order and Subjed of the H y m n s. I. SEASONS. New-years hymns Hymn Time how fwift J — I Time how fliort 1 — 2 Uncertainty of life — 3 A new-years thought and prayer — — 4 Death and war — — 5 Earthly profpe&s de- ceitful — —■ — 6 Before annual fermons Prayer for a bleffing —• 7 Another — —- —- 8 Another — — — 9 Calling the gofpel net 10 Pleading for and with youth — — — II Prayer for children — 12 The Sbunamite — 13 Elijah's prayer — — 14 Preaching to the dry bones — — — 15 I. SEASONS. Hymn The rod of Mofes — 16 God fpeaking from mount Zion — —■ 17 Prayer for power on the means — — — iS Elijah's mantle— — 19 After annual fermons David's charge to Solomon — — 20 The Lord's call to his children — — 21 The prayer of Jabez — zz Waiting at Wifdom's gates — — — 23 Afking the way to Zion — — — 24 We were Pharaoh's bondmen — — 25 Travelling in birth for fouls — — — 26 We 30+ ATABLETO I. SEASONS. Hymn We are ambafladors for Chrift — — — 27 Paul's farewel charge a8 How fhall I put thee amon^ the children ? 29 Winter— — — — 30 Waiting for fpring — 31 Spring — — — — 32 Another — — — 33 Summer-ftorms — — 34 Hay-time — — — 35 Harveft — — — 36 Chr 1 stmass. Praife for the incarnation 3 7 Jehovah-Jefus — — 38 Man honoured above angels — — — 39 Saturday evening — — 40 Clofe of the year, Ebenezer 41 Another — — — 42 II. ORDINANCES. Opening a place for focial prayer — — — 43 Another — — — 44 The Lord's day — — 45 Gofpel privileges — — 46 Another — — — 47 Praile for their continuance 48 A famine of the word — 49 Prayer for miniflers — 50 Prayer for a revival — 51 Hop ng for a revival — 52 Sacramental Hymns. Welcome to the table —— 53 Chrift crucified — 34 Jefus hafting to fuffer — 55 It is good to be here — 56 Looking at the crofs — 57 Supplies in the w.ldernefs 58 II. ORDINANCES. 1 Hymn Communion with faints in g'o y — — — 59 Prayer. Exhortation to prayer — 60 Power of prayer — — 61 Scripture. Light and glory of the word 6z Word more precious than gold — — — 63 III. PROVIDENCES. On commencement of hoftilities — — 64 Fast-Day Hymns. Confeflion and prayer 65 Mofes and Arr.alek — 66 The hiding place 67 On the earthquake, 1775 ^8 Fire at Olney, 1777 — 69 Welcome to chr ftian friends — — — 70 At parting — — — 71 Funeral Hymns. On the death of a believer 72 Death of a minifter — 73 The tolling bell — — 74 Hope beyond the grave —- 75 There the weary are at reft — — — 76 The day of judgment — 77 The day of the Lord — 78 The great tribunal 79 IV. CREATION. The old and new creation 80 Book of creation — — 8.1 The rainbow— — — 8a Thunder — — — 83 Lightening in the night 84 Eclipl'e of the moon, 1776 85 Mocn-light THE SECOND BOOK. 3°5 IV. CREATION. Hymn Moon-light — — — The fea~ — — — The flood — —- — The thaw — — — The loadftone — — Spider and bee — — Bee faved from the fpider The tamed lion —- — Sheep — IV. C R E A T I O N. Hymn The garden — — 95 For a garden-feat, or fummer-houfe 96 Creatures in the Lord's hands — — — 97 On dreaming — — 98 The world — — —- 99 The inchantment dif- folved —- — — IOO THE END OF THE SECOND BOOK. 7 iu the night 41 l*. * * 5K * M ¥ 8r*j; O L N E Y HYMNS, Sift. BOOK III. On the Rife, Progrefs, Changes, Comforts of the Spiritual Life, (Under the following Heads) I. Solemn Addreffes to Sinners. II. Seeking, Pleading, Hop- ing. III. Conflift. IV. Comfort. V. Dedication and Surrender. VI. Cautions. VII. Praife. VIII. Short Hymns. Before Sermon. After Sermon. Gloria Patra. I. Solemn Addreffes to Sinners, HYMN I. Expojtulation. fc XT O words can declare, No fancy can paint, What rage and defpair, What hopelefs complaint, Fill Satan's dark dwelling, The prifon beneath; What weeping and yelling, And gnaftjing of teeth ! 2 Yet Ml • ■vm 308 T O SIN N E R S. BkIII. 2 Yet Tinners will choofe This dreadful abode, Each madly perfues The dangerous road ; Tho' God give them warning They onward will go, They anfwer with fcorning, And onward do go. 3 How Tad to behold The rich and the poor, The young and the old, All blindly Tecure ! All polling to ruin, Refufing to flop j Ah ! think what you're doing, While yet there is hope ! 4 How weak is your hand To fight with the Lord ! How can you withftand The edge of his fword ? What hope of efcaping For thofe who oppofe, When hell is wide gaping To Twallow his foes ? How oft have you dar'd The Lord to his face ! Yet ftill you are fpar'd To hear of his grace ; Oh pray for repentance And life-giving faith, Before the juft fentence Confign you to death. Hy.2. to sinners. 6 It is not too latff To Jesus to flee, His mercy is great, His pardon is free; His blood has fuch virtue For all that believe, That nothing can hurt you, If him you receive. HYMN II. Alarm. 1 QTOP-, poor finner ! flop and think Before you farther go ! Will you fport upon the brink Of everlafting woe ? Once again I charge you, flop ! For, unlefs you warning take, Tre you are aware, you drop Into the burning lake ! 2 Say, have you an arm like God, That you his will oppofe ? Fear you not that iron rod With which he breaks his foes ? Can you ftand in that dread day, When he judgment fhall proclaim, ,And the earth fhall melt away Like wax before the flame ? 3 Palefac'd 3io TO SINNERS. BkIII 3 Palefac'd death will quickly come To drag you to his bar ; Then to hear your awful doom Will fill you with defpair : All your fins will round you croud, Sins of a blood-crimfon dye ; Each for vengeance crying loud, And what can you reply ? Tho' your heart be made of fteel, Your forehead lin'd with brafs, God at length will make you feel, He will not let you pafs : Sinners then in vain will call, (Tho' they now defpife his grace) Rocks and mountains on us fall(z'), And hide us from his face. But as yet there is a hope You may his mercy know; Tho' his arm is lifted up, He ftill forbears the blow : 'Twas for finners Jesus dy'd, Sinners he invites to come; None who come {hall be deny'd, He fays, " There ftill is room (i)." (») Rev, vi. 16. HYMN (£) Luke xiv. 22. Hy.3« TO SINNERS. 311 HYMN III. We were once as you are. 1 Q HALL men pretend to pleafure CJ Who never knew the Lord ? Can all the worldlings treafure True peace of mind afford ? They (hall obtain this jewel In what their hearts defire, When they by adding fuel Can quench the flame of fire. 2 Till you can bid the ocean, When furious tempefts roar(/), Forget its wonted motion, And rage, and fwell, no more: In vain your expectation To find content in fin ; Or freedom from vexation, While paifions reign within. 3 Come, turn your thoughts to Jesus, If you would good poflefs ; 'Tis he alone that frees us From guilt, and from diflrefs : When he, by faith, is prefent, The finner's troubles ceafe; His ways, are truly pleafant (m)y And all his paths are peace. 4 Our (/) Ifaiah Ivii. 20, 21. (w) Prov. iii, 17. 312 4 Our time in fin we wafted, And fed upon t*he wind j Until his love we tafted, No comfort could we find : But now we ftand to witnefs His pow'r and grace to you ; May you perceive its fitnefs, And call upon him too ! 5 Our pleafure and our duty, Tho' oppofite before; Since we have feen his beauty, Are join'd to part no more : It is our higheft pleafure, No lefs than duty's call ; To love him beyond meafure, And ferve him with our all. Bk III, HYMN IV. Prepare to meet God. SINNER, art thou ftill fecure ? Wilt thou ftill refufe to pray ? Can thy heart or hands endure In the Lord's avenging day ? See, his mighty arm is bar'd ! Awful terrors clothe his brow ! For his judgment ftand prepar'd, Thou muft either break or bow. 2 At Hy.^. 2 At his prefence nature (hakes, Earth affrighted haftes to flee; Solid mountains melt like wax, What will then become of thee ? Who his advent may abide ? You that glory in your fhame, Will you find a place to hide When the world is wrapt in flame ? 3 Then the rich, the great, the wife, Trembling, guilty, felf-condemn'd ; Muft behold the wrathful eyes Of the Judge they once blafphem'd : Where are now their haughty looks ? Oh their horfor and defpair ! When they fee the open'd books And their dreadful fentence hear ! 4 Lord prepare us by thy grace ! Soon we muft refign our breath ; And our fouls be calPd, to pafs Thro' the iron gate of death : Let us now our day improve, Liften to the gofpel voice ; Seek the things that are above, Scorn the world's pretended joys. 5 Oh ! when flefh and heart (hall fail, Let thy love our fpirits cheer ; Strengthen'd-, we (hall prevail Over Satan, fin, and fear : Trufting in thy precious name, May we thus our journey end ; Then our foes (hall lofe their aim, And the Judge will be our. Friend. P HYMN 314 TU S I N N E K S. Bk III. HYMN V. Invitation. i C INNER, hear the Saviour's call, He now is palling by ; He has feen thy grievous thrall, And heard thy mournful cry. He has pardons to impart, Grace to fave thee from thy fears, See the love that fills his heart, And wipe away thy tears. Z Why art thou afraid to come And tell him all thy cafe ? He will not pronounce thy doom, Nor frown thee from his face : Wilt thou fear Emmanuel ? Wilt thou dread the Lamb of God, Who, to fave thy foul from hell, Has fhed his precious blood ? I Think, how on the crofs he hung Pierc'd with a thoufand wounds f Hark, from each as with a tongue The voice of pardon founds ! See, from all his burfting veins, Blood, of wond'rous virtue, flow ! Shed to walh away thy ftains, And ranfom thee from woe. Tho' his majefly be great, His mercy is no lefs ; Tho' he thy tranfgrelfions hate, He feels for thy diftrefs; By Hy.6. SEEKING, See. 315 By himfelf the Lord has fworn, He delights not in thy death (») j But invites thee to return, That thou mayft live by faith. 5 Raife thy downcaft eyes, and fee What throngs his throne furround! Thefe, tho' finners once like thee, Have full falvation found : Yield not then to unbelief! While he fays, « There yet is roomi" Tho' of finners thou art chief, Since Jesus calls thee, come, SIMILAR HYMNS. Book I. Hymn 75, 91. Book II. Hymn 1, 2, 3, 4, 6, 35, 77, 78, 83. II. Seeking, Pleading, and Hoping, HYMN VI. The burdened ftnner. I A H, what can I do, Or where be fecure ! If juftice purfue- What heart can endure ! When God fpeaks in thunder, And makes himfelf known, The heart breaks afunder, Tho' hard as a ftone. p 2 2 With (n) Ezekiel jutkai. II. 3i6 SEEKINNG, &c. 2 With terror I read My fins heavy fcore, The number exceeds The fands on the fhore ; Guilt makes me unable To ftand or to flee, So Cain murder'd Abel, And trembled like me. 3 Each fin, like his blood, With a terrible cry, Calls loudly on God To ftrike from on high : Nor can my repentance Extorted by fear, Reverfe the juft fen tence, 'Tis juft tho' fevere. 4 The cafe is too plain, I have my own choice ; Again, and again, I flighted his voice; His warnings negle&ed, His patience abus'd, His gofpel rejected, His mercy refus'd. 5 And muft I then go, Forever to dwell In torments and woe With devils in hell ? Oh where is the Saviour I fcorn'd in times paft ? His word in my favour Would fave me at laft. Bk III, 6 Lord Hy.7. SEEKING, &rc. 317 6 Lord Jesus, on thee I venture to call, Oh look upon me The vileft of all ! For whom didft thou languifh, And bleed on the tree ? Oh pity my anguifh, And fay, " 'Twas for thee," 7 A cafe fuch as mine Will honor* thy pow'r ; All hell will repine, All heav'n will adore; If in condemnation Stridl juftice takes place, It fhines in falvation More glorious thro' grace. HYMN VII. Behold I am vile / j Lord, how vile am I, V-/ Unholy, and unclean ! How can I dare to venture nigh With fuch a load of fin ? 2 Is this polluted heart A dwelling fit for thee ? Swarming, alafs ! in ev'ry part, What evils do I fee ! 3 318 SEEKING, &c. Bk III 3 If I attempt to pray, And Iifp thy holy name ; My thoughts are hurry'd foon away, I know not where I am. 4 If in thy word I look, Such darknefs fills my mind, I only read a fealed book, But no relief can find. 5 Thy gofpel oft I hear, But hear it ftill in vain ; Without defire, or love, or fear, I like a ftone remain. 6 Myfelf can hardly bear This wretched heart of mine ; How hateful then muft it appear To thofe pure eyes of thine ? 7 And muft I then indeed Sink in defpair and die ? Fain would I hope that thou didft bleed For fuch a wretch as I. 8 That blood which thou haft fpilt, That grace which is thine own ; Can cleanfe the vileft finners guilt, And foften hearts of ftone. g Low at thy feet I bow, Oh pity and forgive ; Here will I lie and wait, till thou Shalt bid me rife and live. HYMN BkI ffy.8. SEEKING, &c. HYMN VIII. C. The Jhining Light. MY former hopes are dead, My terror now begins ; I feel, alafs ! that I am dead In trefpaflfes and fins. Ah, whither (hall I fly ? I hear the thunder roar j The law proclaims deftru&ion nigh, And vengeance at the door. When I review my ways, I dread impending doom ; But fure, a friendly whifper fays, " Flee from the wrath to come.'* I fee, or think I fee, A glimm'ring from afar ; A beam of day that Ihines for me, To fave me from defpair. Fore-runner of the fun (0), It marks the Pilgrim's way ; I'll gaze upon it while I run, And watch the rifing day. 3r9 Hllf p 4 HYMN (e) Pfalm cxxx. 6. ■ 320 SEEKING, &c. BkIII; HYMN IX. Encouragement. 1 A yf Y foul is befet lVJl With grief and difmay, I owe a vaft debt And nothing can pay : I muft go to prifon, Unlefs that dear Lord, Who dy'd and is rifen, His pity afford. 2 The death that he dy'} Luke xxiii. 43. Hv.g. SEEKING, &c. 4 The jailor, I read, A pardon receiv'd (y); And how was he freed ? He only believ'd : His cafe mine refembled, Like me he was foul, Like me too he trembled, But faith made him whole. 5 Tho' Saul in his youth, To madnefs enrag'd, Againft the Lord's truth, And people, engag'd j Yet Jesus, the Saviour, Whom long he revil'd (r), Receiv'd him to favor And made him a child. 6 A foe tp all good, In wickednefs fkill'd, ManalTeh, with blood, Jerufalem fill'd (r) ; In evil long harden'd, The Lord he defy'd, Yet he too was pardon'd, When mercy he cry'd. 7 Of finners the chief, And viler than all, The jailor or thief, Manafleh or Saul : p 5 Since (q) AQs xvi. 31, (r) j Tim. i. i6» (t) 2 Chron. xxxlii* 12, 13. 3" SEEKING, &c. BkIII. Ky.ri- Since they were forgiven Why fhould I defpair, While Christ is in heaven, And ftill anfwers pray'r ? HYMN X. C. The waiting foul. JgReathe from the gentle South, O Lord, And cheer me from the North $ Blow on the treafures of thy word, And call the fpices forth ! I wifh, thou know'ft, to be refign'd, And wait with patient hope ; But hope delay'd fatigues the mind, And drinks the fpirit up. 3 Help me to reach the diftant goal, Confirm my feeble knee j Pity the ficknefs of a foul That faints for love of thee. Cold as I feel this heart of mine, Yet fince I feel it fo ; It yields fome hope of life divine Within, however low. I feem forfaken and alone, I hear the lion roar ; And ev'ry door is fhut but one, And that is mercy's door. i There, nil Andwl The i PHec v$d There! For nei i Lord, Withoi n)j But the the, A weary 3 Bow'd do By Satan1 Befetffitj Tremh/ini iBethouim I know nc Unmov'd And anfo tyd There, HY.II. SEEKING, &C. 323 6 There, till the dear Deliv'rer come, I'll wait with humble pray'r And when he calls his exile home, The Lord fhall find me there. HYMN XI. The effort. 1 /^Heer up, my foul, there is a mercy-feat Sprinkled with blood, where Jesus anfwers pray'r ; There humbly caft thyfelf, beneath his feet, For never needy finner perifh'd there. 2 Lord, I am come ! thy promife is my plea, Without thy word I durft not venture nigh j But thou haft call'd the burden'd foul to thee, A weary burden'd foul, O Lord, am I! ' 3 Bow'd down beneath a heavy load of fin, By Satan's fierce temptations forely preft, Befet without, and full of fears within, Trembling and faint I come to thee for reft. 4 Be thou my refuge, Lord, my hiding-place, I know no force can tear me from thy fide j Unmov'd I then may all accufers face, And anfwer ev'ry charge, with, " Jesus dy'd." 5 Yes, 324 SEEKING, &c. BkIII. 5 Yes, thou didft weep, and bleed, and groan, and die, Well haft thou known what fierce tempta- tions mean; Such was thy love, and now, enthron'd on high, The fame compaffions in thy bofom reign. 6 Lord give me faith—he hears—what grace is this ! Dry up thy tears, my foul, and ceafe to grieve: He fhews me what he did, and who he is, I muft, I will, I can, I do believe. HYMN XII. The effort—in another meafure. 1 A Pproach, my foul, the mercy-feat Where Jesus anfwers pray'r ; There humbly fall before his feet, For none can perifh there. 2 Thy promife is my only plea, With this I venture nigh ; Thou calleft burden'd fouls to thee, And fuch, O Lord, am I. 3 Bow'd down beneath a load of fin, By Satan forely preft; By war without, and fears within, I come to thee for reft. 1 Hy.I3. 4 SEEKING, &c. 32* Be thou my fhield and hiding-place ! That, fhelter'd near thy fide, I may my fierce accufer face, And tell him, " Thou haft dy'd." Oh wond'rous love ! to bleed and die. To bear the crofs and fhame; That guilty finners, fuch as I, Might plead thy gracious name. " Poor tempeft-tofled foul, be ftill, My promis'd grace receive j" 'Tis Jesus fpeaks—I muft, I will, I can, I do believe. HYMN XIII. C. Seeking the beloved. TO thofe who know the Lord I fpeak. Is my beloved near ? The bridegroom of my foul I feek, Oh ! when will he appear ! Tho' once a man of grief and fhame, Yet now he fills a throne ; And bears the greateft, fweeteft name, That earth or heav'n have known. Grace flies before, and love attends His fteps where'er he goes ; Tho' none can fee him but his friends, And-they were once his foes. 4 He 326 SEEKING, &c. BkIII, 4 He fpeaks—obedient to his call Our warm affections move ; Did he but Ihine alike on all, Then all alike would love. 5 Then love in ev'ry heart would reign, And war would ceafe to roar ; And cruel, and blood-thirfty men, Would thirft for blood no more. 6 Such Jesus is, and fuch his grace, Oh may he Ihine on you (?) ! And tell him, when you fee his face, I long to fee him too. HYMN XIV. Reji for weary fouls. i T*\ O E S the gofpel-word proclaim ■KJ Reft, for thofe who weary be («)? Then, my foul, put in thy claim, Sure that promife fpeaks to thee : Marks of grace I cannot Ihew, All polluted is my beft ; Yet I weary am I know, And the weary long for reft. Burden'd with a load of fin, Harrafs'd with tormenting doubt, Hourly conflicts from within, Hourly croffes from without: All (<) Solomon's Song v, 8. (».) Matt. xi. 28, Hy. 14. seekin g, &c. 327 All my little ftrength is gone, Sink I muft without fupply ; Sure upon the earth is none Can more weary be than I.. 3 In the ark, the weary dove (x} Found a welcome refting-place ; Thus my fpirit longs to prove Reft in Christ, the ark of grace : Tempeft-tofs'd I long have been, And the flood increafes faft; Open, Lord, and take me in, Till the ftorm be overpaft. 4 Safely lodg'd within thy breaft, What a wond'rous change I find 1 Now I know thy promis'd reft Can compofe a troubled mind : You that weary are like me, Hearken to the gofpel call ; To the ark for refuge flee, Jesus will receive you all 1 SIMILAR HYMNS. Book I. Hymn 45, 69, 82, 83, 84, 96. Book II. Hymn 29. HYMN k (*) Gen. via. 9. * 328 CONFLICT. Bit III, III. CONFLICT. HYMN XV. C. Light Jhining out of darknefs, 1 O D moves in a myfterious way, v_T His wonders to perform ; He plants his footfteps in the fea, And rides upon the ftorm. 2 Deep in unfathomable mines Of never failing fkill; He treafures up his bright defigns, And works his fovereign will. 3 Ye fearful faints frefh courage take, The clouds ye fo much dread Are big with mercy, and fhall break In bleffings on your head. 4 Judge not the Lord by feeble fenfe, But truft him for his grace ; Behind a frowning providence, He hides a fmiling face. 5 His purpofes will ripen faft, Unfolding ev'ry hour; The bud may have a bitter tafte, But fweet will be the flow'r. 6 Blind unbelief is fure to err (y), And fcan his work in vain ; God is his own interpreter, And he will make it plain. HYMN ( v) Tohn xiii. 7. Hy.i6. CONFLICT. 329 HYMN XVI. C. IVelcome crofs. 1 3 I 11 S my happinefs below A Not to live without the crofs; But the Saviour's pow'r to know, Sandtifying ev'ry lofs : Trials muft and will befall ; But with humble faith to fee Love infcrib'd upon them all, This is happinefs to me. 2 God, in Ifrael, fows the feeds Of afflidtion, pain, and toil ; Thefe fpring up, ohoke the weeds Which wouiu eife o'^nfprqad the foil : Trials make the promife fweet, Trials give new life to pray'r ; Trials bring me tojiis feet, Lay me low, and keep me there. 3 Did I meet no trials here, No chaftifement by the way ; Might I not, with reafon, fear I Ihould prove a cafLaway : Baftards may efcape the rod («), Sunk in earthly, vain delight ; But the true-born child of God, Muft not, would not, if he might. HYMN (rf) Hebrews xii. 8. CONFLICT. BkIII. HYMN XVII. C. Jffliflions fanftified, by the word► I How I love thy holy word, Thy gracious covenant, O Lord ! It guides me in the peaceful way, I think upon it all the day. 7. What are the mines of fhining wealth, The ftrength of youth, the bloom of health! What are all joys compar'd with thofe Thine everlafting word beftows ! 3 Long unaffli&ed, undifmay'd, In pleafures path fecure I ftray'd; Thou mad'ft me feel thy chaftning rod [b)y And ftrait I turn'd unto my God. 4 What tho* it pierc'd my fainting heart, I blefs thine hand that caus'd the fmartj It taught my tears awhile to flow, But fav'd me from eternal woe. 5 Oh I hadfl: thou left me unchaftis'd, Thy precept I had ftill defpis'd ; And JIM the fnare in fecret laid, Had my unwary feet betray'd. 6 I love thee therefore O my God, And breathe towards thy dear abode ; Where in thy prefence fully bleft, Thy chofen faints for ever reft. HYMN (A) Pfalm cxlx. 71. Hy. 18. CONFLICT. HYMN XVIII. C. Temptation. 1 ru i pj £ billows fwell the winds are high, Clouds overcaft my wintry fky ; Out of the depths to thee I call, My fears are great, my ftrength is fmall. 2 O Lord, the pilot's part perform, And guide and guard me thro' the ftorm j Defend me from each threatning ill, Controll the waves, fay, " Peace, be ftill." 3 Amidft the roaring of the fea, My foul ftill hangs her hope on thee; Thy conftant love, thy faithful care, Is all that faves me from defpair. 4 Dangers of ev'ry fhape and name Attend the follow'rs of the Lamb, Who leave the world's deceitful fhore, And leave it to return no more. 5 Tho' tempeft-tofs'd and half a wreck, My Saviour thro' the floods I feek; Let neither winds nor ftormy main, Force back my fhatter'd bark again. HYMN CONFLICT. Bk III. HYMN XIX. C. Looking upwards in a Jiorm. 1 f O D of my life to thee I call, AfJli6ted at thy feet I fall (c); When the great water-floods prevail, Leave not my trembling heart to fail f 2 Friend of the friendlefs, and the faint! Where fhould I lodge my deep complaint? Where but with thee, whofe open door, Invites the helplefs and the poor ! 3 Did ever mourner plead with thee, And thou refufe that mourner's plea ? Does not the word ftill fix'd remain, That none (hall feek thy face in vain ? 4 That were a grief I could not beat*, Didft thou not hear and anfwer pray'r; But a pray'r-hearing, anfw'ring God, Supports me under ev'ry load. 5 Fair is the lot that's caft for me ! I have an advocate with thee; They whom the world carefles moft, Have no fuch privilege to boaft. 6 Poor tho'I am, defpis'd, forgot (d), Yet God, my God, forgets me not; And he is fafe and muft fucceed, For whom the Lord vouchfafes to plead. HYMN (c) Pfalm lxix. 15. (d) Pfalm xl. 17. BkIII, HY. 20. CONFLICT. HYMN XX. 333 C. The valley of the fmdow of death, 1 ]\/T Y foul is fad and much difmay'd; 1V1 See, Lord, what legions of my foes, With fierce Apollyon at their head, My heav'nly pilgrimage oppofe ! 2 See, from the over-burning lake How like a fmoky cloud they rife ! With horrid blafts my foul they {hake, With ftorms of blafpemies and lies. 3 Their fiery arrows reach the mark (e), My throbbing heart with anguifti tear Each lights upon a kindred {park, And finds abundant fuel there. 4 I hate the thought that wrongs the Lord ; Oh, I would drive it from my breaflr, With thy own {harp two-edged fword, Far as the eaft is from the weft. 5 Come then, and chafe the cruel hoft, Heal the deep wounds I have receiv'd ! Nor let the pow'rs of darknefs boaft That I am foil'd, and thou art griev'd ! ■ 334 CONFLICT. Bk III, HYMN XXI. The Jiorm hujhed. 1 'HP I S paft—the dreadful ftormy night A Is gone, with all its fears ! And now I fee returning light, The Lord, my Sun, appears. 2 The tempter, who but lately faid, I foon fliall be his prey; Has heard my Saviour's voice and fled With fhame and grief away. 3 Ah ! Lord, fince thou didft hide thy face^ What has my foul endur'd ? But now 'tis paft, I feel thy grace, And all my wounds are cur'd ! 4 Oh wond'rous change ! but juft before Defpair befet me round ; I heard the lion's horrid roar, And trembled at the found. 5 Before corruption, guilt and fear, My comforts blafted fell j And unbelief difcover'd near The dreadful depths of hell. 6 But Jesus pity'd my diftrefs, He heard my feeble cry ; ReveaI'd his blood and righteoufnefs, And brought falvation nigh. 7 Beneath Hy.22. CONFLICT. 33j 7 Beneath the banner of his love, I now fecure remain j The tempter frets, but dares not move To break my peace again. 8 Lord, fince thou thus haft broke my bands, And fet the captive free j I would devote my tongue, my hands, My heart, my all to thee. HYMN XXII. Help in time of need. i TTNLESS the Lord had been myftay w (With trembling joy my foul may fay) My cruel foe had gain'd his end : But he appear'd for my relief, And Satan fees, with fhame and grief, That I have an almighty Friend. 1 Oh, 'twas a dark and trying hour, When harrafs'd by the tempter's pow'r, I felt my ftrongeft hopes decline ! You only who have known his arts, You only who have felt his darts, Can pity fuch a cafe as mine. 3 Loud in my ears a charge he read, (My confcience witnefs'd all he faid) My long black lift of outward fin ; Then bringing forth my heart to view, Too well what's hidden there he knew, He Ihew'd me ten-times worfe within. 4 'Tis 336 CONFLit r. BkIIL 4 'Tis all too true, my foul reply'd. But I remember Jesus dy'd, And now he fills a throne of gracej I'll go,* as I have done before, His mercy I may ftill implore, I have his promife, " Seek my face/* 5 But, as when fudden fogs arife, The trees and hills, the fun and fkies, Are all at once conceai'd from view ; So clouds of horror, black as night, By Satan rais'd, hid from my fight, The throne of grace and promife too. 6 Then, while befet with guilt and fear, He try'd to urge me to defpair, He try'd, and he almoft prevail'd ; But Jesus, by a heav'nly ray, Drove clouds, and guilt, and fear away, And all the tempter's malice fail'd. HYMN XXIII. C. Peace after a Jiorm. And fmiling day once more appears ; Then, my Redeemer, then I find The folly of my doubts and fears. 2 Strait HYMN XXIV. C. Mourning , and longing. TH E Saviour hides his face ! My fpirit thirfts to prove Renew'd fupplies of pard'ning grace, And never-fading love. 2 The Mteply'd, is if 4, AWriSQ? grace j ill implore, fe, " Seek my k" ;n fogs wife, (ite/'unsnifcj nceai'ifiomTCvc, ,\klustufot, rtace and promife too. t with guilt and fear, ne to defpair, lealmoft prevail'^ \eav'nly ray, iAandfearawii npter's malice fail'd. 2 Strait I upbraid my wand'ring heart, And blufh that I fhould ever be Thus prone to a6I fo bafe a part, Or harbor one hard thought of thee I 3 Oh ! let me then at length be taught What I am ftill fo flow to learn j That God is love, and changes not, Nor knows the fliadow of a turn, 4 Sweet truth, and eafy to repeat! But when my faith is fharply try'd, I find myfelf a learner yet, Unfkilful, weak, and apt to Aide. 5 But, O my Lord, one look from thee Subdues the difobedient will; Drives doubt and difcontent away, And thy rebellious worm is ftill. 6 Thou art as ready to forgive, As I am ready to repine j Thou, therefore, all the praife receive, Be fhame, and felf-abhorrence, mine. U U IN The favor'd fouls who know What glories fhine in him, Pant for his prefence, as the roe Pants for the living ftream ! What trifles teaze me now ! They fwarm like fummer flies, They cleave to ev'ry thing I do, And fwim before my eyes. 4 How dull the fabbath day, Without the fabbath's Lord 1 How toilfome then to flng and pray, And wait upon the word ! Of all the truths I hear How few delight my tafte ! I glean a berry here and there, But mourn the vintage paft. L i BkIII. Yet let me (as I ought) Still hope to be fupply'd; No pleafure elfe is worth a thought, Nor fhall I be deny'd. Tho' I am but a worm, Unworthy of his care ; The Lord will my defire perform, And grant me all my pray'r. HYMN Hy. 25. CONFLICT, 335 HYMN XXV. Rejoice the foul of thy fern ant. WHEN my pray'rs are a burden and talk, No wonder I little receive ; 0 Lord, make me willing to afk, Since thou art fo ready to give : Altho' I am bought with thy blood, And all thy falvation is mine; At a diftance from thee my chief good, 1 wander, and languilh, and pine. Of thy goodnefs of old when I read, To thofe who were finners like me, Why may I not wreflle and plead, With them a partaker to be ? Thine arm is not fhortned fince then, And thofe who believe in thy name, Ever find thou art Yea, and Amen, Thro' all generations the fame. While my fpirit within me is preft With forrow, temptation, and fear; Like John I would flee to thy breaft (f)± And pour my complaints in thine ear: How happy and favor'd was he, Who could on thy bofom repofe ! Might this favor be granted to me, I'd fmile at the rage of my foes. <^2 4 I have {/) John xiii. *5. I 1 ■ 340 CONFLICT. Bk III. . I have heard of thy wonderful name, How great and exalted thou art j But ah ! I confefs to my fhame, It faintly imprefles my heart : The beams of thy glory difplay, As Peter once faw thee appear ; That tranfpor.ted like him I may fay, " It is good for my foul to be here (g)." What a forrow and weight didft thou feel, When nail'd, for my fake, to the tree ! My heart fure is harder than fteel, To feel no more forrow for thee : Oh let me with Thomas defcry The wounds in thy hands and thy fide ; And have feelings like his, when I cry, " My God and my Saviour has dy'd (b)!" But if thou haft appointed me ftill To Wreftle, and fuffer, and fight; Oh make me refign'd to thy will, For all thine appointments are right: This mercy, at leaft, I intreat, That knowing how vile I have been, I with Mary may wait at thy feets(/), And weep o'er the pardon of fin. (£) Matt. xv'K, 4. (>) Luke vii. 38. HYMN (b) John xx. 18. Hy. 26. CONFLICT. 34* HYMN XXVI. C. Self-acquaintance. 1 T\ EAR Lord accept a finful heart, -L/ Which of itfelf complains And mourns, with much and frequent fm^irt, The evil it contains. 2 There fiery feeds of anger lurk, Which often hurt my frame ; And wait but for the tempter's work. To fan them to a ffame. 3 Legality holds out.a bribe To purchafe life from thee ; And difcontent would fain prefcribe How thou fhalt deal with me. 4 While unbelief withftands thy grace, And puts the mercy by ; Prefumption, with a brow^of brafs, Says, " Give me, or I die." 5 How eager are my thoughts to roam In queft of what they love ! But ah ! when duty calls them home, How heavily they move ! 6 Oh, cleanfe me in a Saviour's blood, Transform me by thy pow'r, And make me thy belov'd abode, And let me rove no more. IN. CONFLICT. Bk III, HYMN XXVII. Bitter and fweet. KINDLE, Saviour, in my heart A flame of love divine ; Hear, hear, for mine I truft thou art, And fure I would be thine : If my foul has felt thy grace, If to me thy name is known ; Why fhould trifles fill the place, Due to thyfelf alone. 'Tis a Arrange myfterious life I live from day to day j Light and darknefs, peace and (trife, Bear an alternate fway : When I think the battle won I have to fight it o'er agai#; When I fay I'm overthrown, Relief I foon obtain. Often at the mercy-feat While calling on thy name ; Swarms of evil thoughts I meet, Which fill my foul with (hame. Agitated in my mind, Like a feather in the air ; Can I thus a bleffing find ? My foul, can this be pray'r ? But whenCnRiST, my Lord andFriend> Is pleas'd to (hew his pow'r j All at once my troubles end, And I've a golden hour ; Then Hy. 28. CONFLICT. Then I fee his fmiling face, Feel the pledge of joys to come ; Often, Lord, repeat this grace Till thou (halt call me home. HYMN XXVIII. C. Prayer for patience*. 1 T ORD, who haft fuffer'd all for me, -Li My peace and pardon to procure £ The lighter crofs I bear for thee, Help me with patience to endure. 2 The ftorm of loud repining hufh,. I would in humble filence mourn ; Why fhould th' unburnt, tho' burning bulh, Be angry as the crackling thorn ? 3 Man fhould not faint at thy rebuke, Like Jofhua falling on his face (i), When the curft thing-that Achan took, Brought Ifrael into juft difgrace. 4 Perhaps ibrne golden wedge fupprefs'd, Some fecret fin offends my God ; Perhaps-that Babylonifh veft Self-righteoufnefs, provokes the rod. 5 Ah ! were I buffetted all day, Mock'd, crown'd with thorns, and fpitupon j I yet Ihould have no right to fay, My great diftrefs is mine alone. 0^4 6 Let (i) Jofhua vii. 10, 11. 344- l' u w F L I C T. BkIII. 6 Let me not angrily declare No pain was ever (harp like mine j Nor murmur at the crofs I bear, But rather weep rememb'ring thine. hymn xxix. C. SubmiJJion. i lord, my beft defire fulfill V-/ And help me to refign, Life, health, and comfort to thy will, And make thy pleafure mine. Why fhould I fhrink at thy command, Whofe love forbids my fears ? Or tremble at the gracious hand That wipes away my tears ? No, let me rather freely yield What moft I prize to thee ; Who never haft a good withheld, Or wilt withhold from me. Thy favor, all my journey thro% Thou art engag'd to grant ; What elfe I want, or think I do, aTis better {till to want. Wifdom and mercy guide my way, Shall I refill them both r A poor blind creature of a day, And crufh'd before the moth ! 6 But Hy. 30. CONFLICT. 34.5 6 But ah ! my inward fpirit cries, Still bind me to thy fway ; Elfe the next cloud that vails my Ikies, Drives all thefe thoughcs away. HYMN XXX. Why Jhould I complain ? 1 TX7HEN my Saviour, my Shepherd is V V near, How quickly my forrows depart! New beauties around me appear, New fpirits enliven my heart : His prefence gives peace to my foul, And Satan afiaults me in vain ; While my Shepherd his pow'r controls, I think I no more fhall complain. 2 But alafs ! what a change do I find, When my Shepherd withdraws from my fight ? My fears all return to my mind, My day is foon chang'd into night : Then Satan his efforts renews To vex .and enfriare me again ; All my pleafing enjoyments I lofe, And can only lament and complain* j By thefe changes I often pafs thro', I am taught my own weaknefs to know; I am taught what my Shepherd can do. And how much to his mercy I owe ; ), But more abounding is his. grace ; He once vouchfaf'd for me to bleed, And now he lives my caufe to plead. 4 I'll caft myfelf before his feet, I fee him on his mercy-feat, ('Tis fprinkled with atoning blood) There finners find accefs to God : Yeburden'd fouls approach with me, And make the Saviour's name your plea; Jesus will pardon all who come, And ftrike our fierce accufer dumb. HYMN (») Judges xiil. (e) Micah vii. 8, (/>) Rom, v, 20, HY. 33- CONFLICT. 349 HYMN XXXIII- The benighted traveller. 1 TpOREST beafts, that live by prey, -A- Seldom fhew themfelves by day ; ' But when day-light is withdrawn ($>), Then they rove and roar till dawn. 2 Who can tell the traveller's fears, When their horrid yells he hears ? Terror almoft ftops his breath, While each ftep he looks for death. 3 Thus when Jesus is. in view, Cheerful I my way purfue ; Walking by my Saviour's light, Nothing can my foul affright. 4 But when he forbears to fhine, SoOn the travell'rs cafe- is mine; Loft, benighted, ftruck with dread* What a painful path I tread 1 5 Then, my foul with terror hears Worfe than lions, wolves, or bears, Roaring loud in ev'ry part, Thro' the foreft of my heart. 6 Wrath, impatience, envy, pride, Satan and his hoft befide, Prefs around me to devour; How can I efcape their pow'r ? 7 Gracious J M (q) Pfelm civ, ao, , 350 CONFLICT. Bk III. 7 Gracious Lord afford me light, Put thefe beafts of prey to flight ; Let thy pow'r and love be fhewn (r), Save me, for I am thine own. HYMN XXXIV. The prifoner. 1 TT7HEN the poor pris'ner thro' a grate V V Sees others walk at large ; How does he mourn his lonely ftate, And long for a difcharge ? 2 Thus I, confin'd in unbelief, My lofs of freedom mourn ; And fpend my hours in fruitlefs grief, Until my Lord return. 3 The beam of day, which pierces thro' The gloom in which I dwelly Only difclofes to my view, The hor/ors of my cell. 4 Ah ! how my penfive fpirit faints* To think of former days ! When I could triumph with the faints* And join their fongs of praife ! 5 But now my joys are all cut off, In prifon I am caft ; And Satan, with a cruel feoff (r), Says, " Where's your God at laft 1" 6 Dear (0 Pfalm cxix. 94, (4) Pfalm cxv. a. Hy. 35. CONFLi^i. 35j 6 Dear Saviour, for thy mercies fake, My ftrong, my only plea, Thefe gates and bars in pieces break (/), And fet the pris'ner free ! 7 Surely my foul fhall fing to thee, For liberty reftor'd; And all thy faints admire to fee The mercies of the Lord. HYMN XXXV. Perplexity relieved. 1 T TNcertain how the way to find Which to falvation led ; I lift'ned long, with anxious mind, To hear what others faid. 2 When fome of joys and comforts told I fear'd that I was wrong ; For I was ftupid, dead, and cold, Had neither joy nor fong. 3 The Lord my lab'ring heart reliev'd, And made my burden light j Then for a moment I believ'd, Suppofing all was right. 4 Of fierce temptations others talk'd, Of anguifh and difmay ; Thro' what diftrefles they had walk'd, Before they found the way. 5 Ah (/) Pfalm cxlii. 7. If i 1 3J2 C ONFLIC T. BkIII 5 Ah ! then I thought my hopes were vain, For I had liv'd at eafe j I wiih'd for all my fears again, To make me more like thefe. 8 I had my wifli, the Lord difclos'd The evils of my heart; And left my naked foul, expos'd To Satan's fiery dart. 7 Alafs ! " I now muft give it up," I cry'd in deep defpair ; How could I dream of drawing hope, From what I cannot bear ! 8 Again my Saviour brought me aid, And when he fet me free ; " Truft fimply on my word, he faid, And leave the reft to me." HYMN XXXVI. Prayer anfwered by crojfes. 1 T Afk'd the Lord that I might grow -I In faith, and love, and ev'ry grace 5 Might more of his falvation know, And feek, more earneftly, his face. 2 'Twas he who taught me thus to pray, And he, I truft, has anfwer'd pray'rj But it has been in fuch a way, As alinoft drove me to defpair. 3 I hop'd Hy. 37. CONFLIC T. 353 I hop'd that in fome favor'd hour, At once he'd anfwer my requeft; And by his love's conftraining pow'r. Subdue my fins, and give me reft. Xnftead of this, he made me feel The hidden evils of my heart; And let the angry pow'rs of hell Aflault my foul in ev'ry part. Yea more, with his own hand he feem'd Intent to aggravate my woe ; Crofs'd all the fair deligns I fchem'd, Blafted my gourds, and laid me low. Lord, why is this, I trembling cry'd, Wilt thou purfue thy worm to death ? " 'Tis in this way, the Lord reply'd, I anfwer pray'r for grace and faith. Thefe inward trials I employ, From felf, and pride, to fet thee free j And break thy fchemes of earthly joy, That thou may'ft find thy all in me." j Ihcfl HYMN XXXVII. I will trujl and not be afraid. 1 D EGONE unbelief, J-' My Saviour is near, And for my relief Will furely appear : By flMBtt 354 CONFLICT. Bk III. By pray'r let me wreftle, And he will perform, With Christ in the veflel, I fmile at the ttorm. 2 Tho' dark be my way, Since he is my guide, 'Tis mine to obey, 'Tis his to provide ; Tho* citterns be broken, And creatures all fail, The word he has fpoken Shall furely prevail. 3 His love in time paft Forbids me to think He'll leave me at laft In trouble to fink ; Each fweet Ebenezer I have in review, Confirms his good pleafure To help me quite thro'. 4 Determin'd to fave, He watch'd o'r my path, When Satan's blind Have, I fported with death; And can he have taught me To truft in his name, And thus far have brought me, To put me to fhame ? 5 Why HY-3!?. C O N F L I C T. 5 Why fliould I complain Of want or diflrefs, Temptation or pain ? He told me no lefs : The heirs of falvation, I know from his word, Thro' much tribulation Muft follow their Lord («). 6 How bitter that cup, No heart can conceive, Which he drank quite up, That finners might live ! His way was much rougher, And darker than mine ; Did Jesus thus fuffer, And {hall I repine ? 7 Since all that I meet Shall work for my good, The bitter is fweet, The med'cine is food ; Tho' painful at prefent, Will ceafe before long, And then, oh ! how pleafant, The conqueror's fong(x) ! 355 HYMN (u) A&s xiv. 22, (*) Ron*' viii. 37. 356 CONFLICT. BKIII. HYMN XXXVIII. Quejlions to unbelief. 1 T F to Jesus for relief i- My foul has fled by pray'r; Why (hould I give way to grief, Or heart-confuming care ? Are not all things in his hand ? Has he not his promife pafl: ? Will he then regardlefs ftand, And let me fink at laft ? 2 While i know his providence Difpofes each event j Shall I judge by feeble fenfe, And yield to difcontent ? If he worms and fparrows feed, Clothe the grafs in rich array (y) $ Can he fee a child in need, And turn his eye away ? 3 When his name was quite unknown,. And fin my life employ'd j Then he watch'd me as his own, Or I had been deftroy'd ; Now his mercy-feat I know, Now by grace am reconcil'd ; Would he fpare me while a foe (%), To leave me when a child ? 4 If (_y) Matt, vi, 26—30. (z) Rom. v. 10, HY. 39. CONFLICT. 4 If he all my wants fupply'd When I difdain'd to pray; Now his Spirit is my guide, How can he fay me nay ? If he would not give me up, When my foul againft him fought; Will he difappoint the hope, Which he himfelf has wrought ? 5 If he ftied his precious blood To bring me to his fold ; Can I think that meaner good (a) He ever will withhold ? Satan, vain is thy device ! Here my hope refts well-affur'd, In that great redemption-price, I fee the whole fecur'd. HYMN XXXIX. Great ejfefts by weak means, 1 Y TNbelief the foul difmays, ^ What obje&ions will it raife ! But true faith fecurely leans On the promife, in the means. 2 If to faith it once be known, God has faid, *' It fhall be done, And in this appointed way Faith has then no more to fay. 3 Mofes' (a) Rom, vlii. 32. 358 CONFLICT. BkIII. 3 Mofes' rod, by faith uprear'd (tf), Thro* the fea a path prepar'd j Jericho's devoted wall (£), At the trumpet's found mud fall, 4 With a pitcher and a lamp (r), Gideon overthrew a camp ; And a done, well ajm'd by faith (d)9 Prov'd the arm'd Philiftine's death. 5 Thus the Lord is pleas'd to try Thofe who on his help rely ; By the means he makes it known, That the pow'r is all his own. 6 Yet the means are not in vain, If the end we would obtain ; Tho' the breath of pray'r be weak, None {hall find, but they who feek. 7 God alone the heart can reach, Yet the minifters rauft preach ; 'Tis their part the feed to fow, And 'tis his to make it grow. HYMN XL. IVhy art thou cajl down ? I "O E ftill my heart! thefe anxious cares -L* To thee are burdens, thorns, and fnares, They caft difhonor on thy Lord, And contradidl his gracious word ! 2 Brought (a) Exodus xiv. 2r. (b) Jofljna vi. 20. (r) Judges vii. 2a. {J) j Sam. xvii, 49. Hy.4-0. CONFLICT. 3 2 Brought fafely by his hand thus far, Why wilt thou now give place to fear ? How canft thou want if he provide, Or lofe thy way with fuch a guide ? 3 When firft before his mercy-feat, Thou didft to him thy all commit ; He gave thee warrant, from that hour, To truft his wifdom, love, and pow'r. 4 Did ever trouble yet befall, And he refufe to hear thy call ? And has he not his promife paft, That thou fhalt overcome at laft ? 5 Like David, thou may'ft comfort draw, Sav'd from the bear's and lion's paw, Goliath's rage I may defy, For God, my Saviour, ftill is nigh. 6 He who has help'd me hitherto, Will help me all my journey thro'; And give me daily caufe to raife New Ebenezers to his praife. y Tho' rough and thorny be the road, It leads thee home, apace, to God ; Then count thy prefent trials fmall, For heav'n will make amends for all. HYMN $60 CONFLICT. Bk III. HYMN XLI. The way of accefs. 1 N E glance of thine, eternal Lord, Pierces all nature thro' ; Nor heav'n, nor earth, nor hell, afford A Ihelter from thy view ! 2 The mighty whole, each fmaller part, At once before thee lies ; I And ev'ry thought, of ev'ry heart, Is open to thine eyes. 3 Tho' greatly from myfelf conceal'd, Thou fee'ft my inward frame ; To thee I always ftand reveal'd, Exactly as I am. 4 Since therefore I can hardly bear What in myfelf I fee ; How vile and black muft I appear, Moft holy God, to thee. 5 But fince my Saviour Hands between, In garments dy'd in blood ; 'Tis he, inftead of me, is feen, When I approach to God. 6 Thus, tho' a finner, I am fafe; He pleads before the throne, His life and death, in my-behalf, „ And calls my fins his own. 7 What Hy. 42. CONFLICT. 36? 7 What wond'rous love, what myfteries, In this appointment (hine ! My breaches of the Law are his ( I J JI ; >•-, d t 3£«1 dr. d-' HYMN (k) Matt, vj, 34* (/) Halakkok iij, 17, jg, BkIII, HY.49. C O M F O R T. 369 HYMN XLIX. C. True pleafur.es. LORD my foul with pleafure fprings, When Jesus' name I hear ; And when God the Spirit brings The word of promife near : Beauties too, in holinefs, Still delighted I perceive ; Nor have words that can exprefs The joys thy precepts give. Cloth'd in fan&ity and grace, How fweet it is to fee Thofe who love thee as they pafs, Or when they wait on thee : Pleafant too, to fit and tell What we owe to love divine ; Till our grateful bofoms fwell, And eyes begin to fhine. Thofe the comforts I pofTefs, Which God (hall ftill increafe; All his ways are pleafantnefs (tm), And all his paths are peace ; Nothing Jesus did or fpoke>, . Henceforth let me ever flight For I love his eafy yoke («:),. And find his burden light, r 5 HYMN (m) Prov, iii. 17. (») Matt. xi. 30, 37" COMFORT. BkIII HYMN L. C. The chrijiian. 1 T_T ON O R and happinefs unite To make the chriftian's name a prai fe How fair the fcene, how clear the light, That fills the remnant of his days ! 2 A kingly chara&er he bears, No change his prieftly office knows 5 Unfading is the crown he wears, His joys can never reach a clofe. 3 Adorn'd with glory from on high, Salvation fhines upon his face j His robe is of th' etherial dye, His fteps are dignity and grace. .4 Inferior honors he difdains, Nor ftoops to take applaufe from earth ; The King of kings himfelf, maintains Th' expences of his heav'nly birth. 5 The nobleft creature feen below, Ordain'd to fill a throne above ; God gives him all he can beftow, His kingdom of eternal love ! 6 My foul is ravifh'd at the thought f Methinks from earth I fee him rife; Angels congratulate his lot, And ihout him welcome to the /kies I HYMN \ Hy.51. C O M F O R T. 371 HYMN LI. C. Lively hope, and gracious fear. 1 T Was a groveling creature once, And bafely cleav'd to earth j I wanted fpirit to renounce The clod that gave me birth. 2 But God has breath'd upon a worm, And fent me, from above, Wings, fuch as clothe an angel's form, The wings of joy and love. 3 With thefe to Pifgah's top I fly, And there delighted ftand j To view, beneath a ftiining Iky, The fpacious promis'd land. 4 The Lord of all the vaft domain, Has promis'd it to me ; The length and breadth of all the plain. As far as faith can fee. 5 How glorious is my privilege! To thee for help I call ; I ftand upon a mountain's edge, Oh fave me, left I fall ! <} Tho' much exalted in the Lord, My ftrength is not my own ; Then let me tremble at his word. And none fhall caft me down. HYMN 1 ' I COMFORT. Bk III. HYMN LII. E S ! fince God himfelf has faid it, On the promife I rely ; His good word demands my credit, What can unbelief reply ? He is ftrong and can fulfill, He is truth and therefore will. As to all the doubts and queftions, Which my fpirit often grieve, Thefe are Satan's fly fuggeftions, And I need no anfwer give; He would fain deftroy my hope, But the promife bears it up. Sure the Lord thus far has brought me By his watchful tender care ; Sure 'tis he himfelf has taught me How to feek his face by pray'r : After fo much mercy paft, Will he give me up at lafl: ? True, I've been a foolifh creature, And have finn'd againft his grace ; But forgivenefs is his nature, Tho h? juftly hides his face :] Ere he call'd me well he knew ( tk end. imethjcait(rjv am nigh j as bear, M believe; : of need, help receive." do, fubmit, ltd thee; •esmohlA I for me. s rough, i ww\4 to, thy love, ny heart- H-TBlK Peter *. 7» Hy,j6. COMFORT, Humiliation and praife. (Imitated from the German.) WHEN the wounded fpirit hears The voice of Jesus' blood; How the meflage ftops the tears Which elfe in vain had flow'd : Pardon, grace, and peace proclaim'd, And the finner call'd a child ; Then the ftubborn heart is tam'd, Renew'd, and reconcil'd. Oh ! 'twas grace indeed, to fpare, And fave a wretch like me ! Men or angels could not bear What I have offer'd thee: Were thy bolts at their command, Hell, ere now, had been my place ; Thou alone couldft filent ftand, And wait to fhew thy grace. If in one created mind The tendernefs and love Of thy faints on earth were join'd, With all the hofts above ; Still that love were weak and poor, If compar'd, my Lord, with thine ; Far too fcanty to endure A heart fo vile as mine. 4 Wond'rous 378 COMFORT. BkIII. 4 Wond'rous mercy I have found, But ah ! how faint my praife ! Muft I be a cumber-ground, Unfruitful all my days ? Do I in thy garden grow, Yet produce thee only leaves ? Lord, forbid it fhould be fo ! The thought my fpirit grieves. 5 Heavy charges Satan brings To fill me with diftrefs ; Let me hide beneath thy wings, And plead thy righteoufnefs : Lord, to thee for help I call, 'Tis thy promife bids me come ; Tell him thou haft paid for all, And that fhall ftrike him dumb. HYMN LVII. C. For the poor. 1 T XT HEN Hagar found the bottle VV fpent (r), And wept o'er Ifhmael j A meflage from the Lord was fent To guide her to a well. 2 Should not Elijah's cake and cruife(f), Convince us at this day, A gracious God will not refufe, Provifions by the way ? 3 His (0 Genefis xxi. 19. (0 1 Kings xvii. 14. x X Hy. 55. C O M F O R 3 His faints and fervants fhall be fed, The promife is fecure ; " Bread (hall be given them, he has faid, Their water (hall be fure (u 4 Repafts far richer they fhall prove, Than all earth's dainties are ; 'Tis fweet to tafte a Saviour's love, Tho' in the meaneft fare. 5 To Jesus then your trouble bring, Nor murmur at your lot; While you are poor, and he is King, You fhall not be forgot. HYMN LVIII. Home in view. AS when the weary travell'r gains The height of fome o'er-looking hill j His heart revives, if crofs the plains He eyes his home, tho' diftant ftill. While he furveys the much-lov'd fpot, He flights the fpace that lies between s His paft fatigues are now forgot, Becaufe his journey's end is feen. Thus, when the chrjftian pilgrim views By faith, his manfion in the ikies ; The fight his fainting ftrength renews And wings his fpeed to reach the prize. 4 The (a) Ifaiah xxxiii. i6t 380 DEDICATION AND BkIII, 4 The thought of home his fpirit cheers, No more he grieves for troubles paft Nor any future trial fears (*•), So he may fafe arrive at laft. 5 'Tis there, he fays, I am to dwell With Jesus, in the realms of day; Then I fhall bid my cares farewel, And he will wipe my tears away. 6 Jesus, on thee our hope depends, To lead us on to thine abode ; Aflur'd our home will make amends For all our toil while on the road. SIMILAR HYMNS. Book I. Hymn 4, 7, 9, n, 25, 35, 36, 39, 41, 46, 47, 48, 70, 95, 128, 132. Book II. Hymn 45, 46, 47. ********************************** V. DEDICATION andSURRENDER. HYMN LIX. Old things are pajfed away. I T E T worldly minds the world purfue, jC-' It has no charms for me ; Once I admir'd its trifles too, But grace has fet me free. 2 Its (x) Afts xx. 24, y.6O. SURRENDER. 381 Its pleafures now no longer pleafe, No more content afford ; Far from my heart be joys like thefe, Now I have feen the Lord. As by the light of op'ning day The ftars are all conceal'd ; So earthly pleafures fade away, When Jesus is reveal'd. Creatures no more divide my choice, I bid them all depart; His name, and love, and gracious voice, Have fix'd my roving heart. Now, Lord, I would be thine alone, And wholly live to thee ; But may I hope that thou wilt own A worthlefs worm, like me ? Yes ! tho' of Tinners I'm the worft, I cannot doubt thy will ; For if thou hadft not lov'd me firft I had refus'd thee ftill (y). HYMN LX. The power of grace. 1 T T APP Y the birth where grace prefides A i- To form the future life ! In wifdom's paths the foul {he guides, Remote from noife and ffrife. 2 Since (^) Jeremiah xxxi, 3. 382 DEDICATION AND BkIII. 2 Since I have known the Saviour's name And what for me he bore ; No more I toil for empty fame, I thirft for gold no more. 3 Plac'd by his hand in this retreat, I make his love my theme ; And fee that all the world calls great, Is but a waking dream. 4 Since he has rank'd my worthlefs name Amongft his favor'd few ; Let the mad world who feoff at ihem Revile and hate me too. 5 O thou whofe voice the dead can raife, And foften hearts of ftone, And teach the dumb to fing thy praife, This work is all thine own ! 6 Thy wond'ring faints rejoice to fee A wretch, like me, reftor'd ; And point, and fay, " How chang'd is he, Who once defy'd the Lord !" Grace bid me five, and taught my tongue To aim at notes divine ; And grace accepts my feeble fong, The glory, Lord, be thine I HYMN HYMN Hy.6i. SURRENDER. 383 H Y M N LXI. C. My foul thirjleth for God» 1 T Thirft, but not as once I did, ^ The vain delights of earth to fhare ; Thy wounds, Emmanuel, all forbid, That I ftiould feek my pleafures there. 2 It was the light of thy dear crofs, Firft wean'd my foul from earthly things $ And taught me to efteem as drofs, The mirth of fools and pomp of kings. 3 I want that grace that fprings from thee, That quickens all things where it flows ; And makes a wretched thorn, like me, Bloom as the myrtle, or the rofe. 4 Dear fountain of delight unknown ! No longer fink below the brim ; But overflow, and pour me down A Jiving, and life-giving flream ! For fure, of all the plants that fhare The notice of thy Father's eye j None proves lefs grateful to his care, Or yields him meaner fruit than I. HYMN I 384 DEDICATION AND BkIII. HYMN LXII. C. Love conjlraining to obedience. j \T O ftrength of nature can fuffice LN To ferve Lord aright; And what {he has, fhe mifapplies, For want of clearer light. 2 How long beneath the law I lay In bondage and diftrefs ! I toil'd the precept to obey, But toil'd without fuccefs. 3 Then to abftain from outward fin Was more than I could do ; Now, if I feel its pow'r within, I feel I hate it too. 4 Then all my fervile works were done A righteoufnefs to raife; Now, freely chofen in the Son, I freely choofe his ways. 5 What fhall I do was then the word, That I may worthier grow ? What {hall I render to the Lord ? Is my enquiry now. 6 To fee the Law by Chrsit fulfill'd, And hear his pard'ning voice ; Changes a Have into a child (z), And duty into choice. (*) Romans iii. 31, HYMN HY.63. SURRENDER. 3Ss HYMN LXIII. C, The heart healed and changed by mercy« I Q I N en (lav'd me many years, ^ And led me bound and blind ; Till at length a thoufand fears Came fwarming o'er my mind. Where, I faid in deep diftrefs, Will thefe finful pleafures end ? How (hall I fecure my peace, And make the Lord my friend ? 1 Friends and minifters faid much The gofpel to enforce ; But my blindnefs ftill was fuch, I chofe a legal courfe : Much I failed, watch'd and ftrove, Scarce would Ihew my face abroad, Fear:d, almoft, to fpeak or move, A llranger ftill to God. 3 Thus afraid to truft his grace, Long time did I rebel ; Till, defpairing of my cafe, Down at his feet I fell : Then my ftubborn heart he broke, And fubdu'd me to his fway ; By a fimple word he fpoke, " Thy fins are done away." S HYMN 386 DEDICATION AND BkIII. HYMN LXIV. C. Hatred of fin. 1 T T OLY Lord God ! I love thy truth, n Nor dare thy leaft commandment flight ; Yet pierc'd by fin, the ferpent's tooth, I mourn the anguifh of the bite. 2 But tho' the poifon lurks within, Hope hids me (till with patience wait; Till death (hall fet me free from fin, Free from the only thing I hate. 3 Had I a throne above the reft, Where angels and archangels dwell ; One fin, unflain, within my breaft, Would make that heav'n as dark as hell. 4 The pris'ner, fent to breathe frefli air, And blefs'd with liberty again, Would mourn, were he condemn'd to wear One link of all his former chain. ' I 5 But oh ! no foe invades the blifs, When glory crowns the chriftian's head $ One view of Jesus as he is, Will ftrike all fin for ever dead. HYMN HY.6 5. SURRENDER. 387 HYMN LXV. The child (e). 1 QUIET, Lord, my froward heart, ^^Make me teachable and mild, Upright, fimple, free from art, Make me as a weaned child : From diftruft and envy free, Pleas'd with all that pleafes thee. 2 What thou fhalt to-day provide, Let me as a child receive ; What to-morrow may betide, Calmly to thy wifdom leave : 'Tis enough that thou wilt care, Why fhould I the burden bear ? 3 As a little child relies On a care beyond his own ; Knows he's neither ftrong nor wife, Fears to ftir a ftep alone : Let me thus with thee abide, As my Father, Guard, and Guide. 4 Thus preferv'd from Satan's wiles, Safe from dangers, free from fears ; May I live upon thy fmiles, Till the promis'd hour appears; When the fons of God fhall prove All their Father's boundlefs love. s 2 HYMN (e) Pfalm cxxxi, a. Matt, xvni. 3, 4, 3SS DEDICATION BkIIL AND True bappinefs. 1 FIX ray heart and eyes on thine ! What are other obje&s worth ? But to fee thy glory fhine, Is a heav'n begun on earth : Trifles can no longer move, Oh, I tread on all befide, Whenl feel my Saviour's love, And remember how he dy'd. 2 Now my fearch is at an end, Now my wifhes rove no more ! Thus my moments I would fpend, Love, and wonder, and adore : Jesus, fource of excellence ! All thy glorious love reveal ! Kingdoms (hall not bribe me hence, While this happinefs I feel. 3 Take my heart, 'tis all thine own, To thy will my fpirit frame ; Thou fhalt reign, and thou alone, Over all I have, or am : If a foolilh thought fhall dare To rebel againft thy word, Slay it, Lord, and do not fpare, Let it feel thy Spirit's fword. 4 Making thus the Lord my choice, I have nothing more to choofe, But to liften to thy voice, And my will in thine to Jofe: Thus, Hr. 67. SURRENDER. 3S9 „nd nothing had to pay; But Jesus freed me from the load, And wafh'd my debt away. 2 Yet fince the Lord forgave my fin, And blotted out my fcore ; Much more indebted Fhave been, Than e'er I was before. 3 My guilt is cancell'd quite, I know, And fatisfa&ion made ; But the vaft debt of love I owe, Can never be repaid. 4 The love I owe for fin forgiv'n, For power to believe, For prefent peace, and promis'd heav'n, No angel can conceive. 5 That love of thine ! thou finner's Frienc Witnefs thy bleeding heart ! My little all can ne'er extend To pay a thoufandth part. Thus, whatever may betide. A 11UC5, VYIWICVCI uuiy UC11UC, I fhall fafe and happy be ; Still content and fatisfy'd, Having all, in having thee. HYMN LXVII. The happy debtor. £ N thoufand talents once I ow'd, ® 3 6 Nay 39° CAUTIONS. BkIII. 6 Nay more, the poor returns I make I firft from thee obtain (f) j And Jtjs of ^race, that thou wilt take Such poor returns again. 7 *Tis well—it fhall my glory be (Let who will boaft their ftore) In time and to eternity, To owe thee more and more. SIMILAR HYMNS. Book I. Hymn 27, 50, 70, 93, 122. Book II. Hymn 23, 90, VI. CAUTIONS. HYMN LXVIII. C. The new convert. 1 THE new-born child of gofpel-grace, Like fome fair tree when fummer's nigh, Beneath Emmanuel's fhining face, Lifts up his blooming branch on high. 2 No fears he feels, he fees no foeSj No conflict yet his faith employs, Nor has he learnt to whom he owes, The ftrength and peace his foul enjoys. 3 But fin foon darts its cruel fling, And comforts finking day by day ; What (f) 1 Chron, xxix. 14, Hy. 69. CAUTIONS. 391 What feem'd his own, a felf-fed fpring, Proves but a brook that glides away. 4 When Gideon arm'd his num'rous hoft, The Lord foon made his numbers lefs -y And Laid, left Ifrael vainly boaft (g), " My arm procur'd me this fuccefs." 5 Thus will he bring our fpirits down, And draw our ebbing comforts low; That fav'd by grace, but not our own, We may not claim the praife we owe. HYMN LXIX. C. True and falfe comforts. 1 God, whofe favorable eye The fin-fick foul revives ; Holy and hefav'nly is the joy Thy Ihining prefence gives. 2 Not fuch as hypocrites fuppofe, Who with a gracelefs heart, Tafte not of thee, but drink a dofe Prepar'd by Satan's art. 3 Intoxicating joys are theirs, Who while they boaft their light, And feem to fo^r above the ftars, Are plunging into night. s 4 4 Lull'cL (g) Judges vli. a. 39* CAUTIONS. Bk III. 4 Lull'd in a foft and fatal fleep, They fin, and yet rejoice ; Were they indeed the Saviour's fheep, Would they not hear his voice ? 5 Be mine the comforts, that reclaim The foul from Satan's pow'r ; That make me blufh for what I am, And hate my fin the more. 6 'Tis joy enough, my All in All, At thy dear feet to lie ; Thou wilt not let me lower fall, And none can higher fly. 1 *7 E AL is that pure and heav'nly flame, The fire of love fupplies ; While that which often bears the name, Is felf in a drfguife. 2 True zeal is merciful and mild, Can pity and forbear ; The falfe is headftrong, fierce and wild-, And breathes revenge and war. 3 While zeal for truth the chriftian warms, He knows the worth of peace ; But felf contends for names and forms, Its party to encreafe. HYMN LXX, True and falfe zeal. 4 Zeal Hy.7I. CAUTIONS. 393. 4 Zeal has attain'd its higheft aim, Its end is fatisfy'd ; If finners love the Saviour's name, Nor feeks it ought befide. 5 But felf, however well employ'd, Has its own ends in view ; And fays, as boafting Jehu cry'd (£), " Come, fee what I can do." 6 Self may its poor reward obtain, And be applauded here ; But zeal the beft applaufe will gain, When Jesus {hall appear. 7 Dear Lord, the idol felf dethrone, And from our hearts remove; And let no zeal by us be {hewn, But that which fprings from love. HYMN LXXI. C. A living and a dead faith. 1 Hp H E Lord receives his higheft praife, A From humble minds and hearts fincere; While all the loud profeffor fays, Offends the righteous Judge's ear. 2 To walk as children of the day To mark the precepts holy light; To wage the warfare, watch and pray,.. Shew who are pleafing in his fight. s 5 3 Not (/&) z Kings x. i6« 39+ CAUTIONS. BkIII. 3 Not words alone it coft the Lord, To purchafe pardon for his own ; Nor with a foul, by grace reftor'd, Return the Saviour words alone. 4 With golden bells, the prieftly veil (/), And rich pomegranates border'd round, The need of holinefs exprefs'd, And call'd for fruit, as well as found. 5 Eafy, indeed, it were to reach A manfion in the courts above, If fwelling words, and fluent fpeech Might ferve, inftead of faith and love. But none fhall gain the blifsful place, Or God's unclouded glory fee ; Who talks of free and fov'reign grace, Unlefs that grace has made him free. M Y M N LXXII. C. Abufe of the gofpel, 2 r I 1 O O many, Lord, abufe thy grace, A In this licentious day ; And while they boaft they fee thy face, They turn their own away. % Thy Book difplays a gracious light Than can the blind reftore; But thefe are dazzled by the light, And blinded ftill the more, (i) Exodus xxviii, 33, 3 The hy.73- cautions. 39s 3 The pardon, fuch prefume upon, They do not beg, but ileal j And when they plead it at thy throne, Oh, where's the Spirit's feal ? 4 Was it for this, ye lawlefs tribe, The dear Redeemer bled ; Is this the grace the faints imbibe From Christ the living head ? 5 Ah Lord, we know thy chofen few Are fed with heav'nly fare ; But thefe, the wretched hufks they chew, Proclaim them what they are. 6 The liberty our hearts implore Is not to live in fin ; But ftill to wait at Wifdom's door, Till mercy calls us in. w HYMN LXXIII. C. The narrow way. HAT thoufands never knew the road ! What thoufands hate it when 'tis known ! None but the chofen tribes of God, Will feek or choofe it for their own. A thoufand ways in ruin end, One, only, leads to joys on high ; By that my willing ileps afcend, Pleas'd with a journey to the iky. 3 Ne 396 CAUTIONS. BK III. 3 No more I afk, or hope to find, Delight or happinefs below ; Sorrow may well poflefs the mind That feeds where thorns and thiftles grow. 4 The joy that fades is not for me, I feek immortal joys above j There, glory without end, fhall be The bright reward of faith and love. 5 Cleave to the world ye fordid worms, Contented lick your native duft ; But God fhall fight, with all his ftorms, Againft the idol of your truft. HYMN LXXIV. C. Dependance. 1 r | 1 O keep the lamp alive A With oil we fill the bowl; 'Tis water makes the willow thrive, And grace that feeds the foul. 2 The Lord's unfparing hand Supplies the living ftream ; It is not at our own command, But ftill deriv'd from him. 3 Beware of Peter's word (£), Nor confidently fay, " I never will deny thee, Lord,'* But grant I never may. 4 Man's [t) Matt. xxvi. 33, HY-75- CAUTIONS. 4 Man's wifdom is to feek His ftrength in God alone ; And e'en an angel would be weak, Who trufted in his own. 5 Retreat beneath his wings, And in his grace confide ; This more exalts the King of kings (/) Than all your works befide. 6 In Jesus is our ftore, Grace iflues from his throne ; Whoever fays, " I want no more," Confeffes he has none. HYMN LXXV. C. Not of works. j RACE, triumphant in the throne, Scorns a rival, reigns alone ! Come and bow beneath her fway, Caft your idol works away : Works of man, when made his plea, Never {hall accepted be ; Fruits of pride (vain-glorious worm) Are the beft he can perform. 2 Self, the god his foul adores, Influences all his pow'rs; Jesus is a flighted name, Self-advancement all his aim : But (/) John vi. 29. 398 CAUTIONS. BkIII. Bat when God the Judge fhall come. To pronounce the final doom ; Tfien for rocks and hills to hide, All his works and all his pride. 3 Still the boafting heart replies, What the worthy and the wife, Friends to temperance and peace, Have not thefe a righteoufnefs ? Banifh ev'ry vain pretence Built on human excellence ; Perifti ev'ry thing in man, But the grace that never can. HYMN LXXVI. Sin's deceit. 3 Q I N, wlien view'd by fcripture light, O Is a horrid, hateful fight; But when feen in Satan's glafs, Then it wears a pleafing face. 2 When the gofpel trumpet founds, When I think how grace abounds, When I feel fweet peace within, Then I'd rather die than fin. 3 When the crofs I view by faith, Sin is madnefs, poifon, death ; Tempt me not, 'tis all in vain, Sure I ne'er can yield again. 4 Satan, Hy-77. CAUTIONS. 399 4 Satan, for awhile debarr'd, When he finds me off my guard, Puts his glafs before my eyes, Quickly other thoughts arife. 5 What before excited fears, Rather pleafing now appears ; If a fin, it feems fo fmall, Or, perhaps, no fin at all. 6 Often thus, thro' fin's deceit, Grief, and fhame, and lofs I meet; Like a fifh, my foul miftook, Saw the bait, but not the hook. 7 O my Lord, what fhall I fay ? How can I prefume to pray ? Not a word have I to plead, Sins, like mine, are black indeed 1 8 Made, by paft experience, wife, Let me learn thy word to prize ; Taught by what I've felt before, Let me Satan's glafs abhor. HYMN LXXVII. Are there few that /hall be faved P l T"\Eftru61:ion's dangerous road What multitudes' purfue ! While that which leads the foul to God, Is known or fought by few. 2 Believers 400 CAUTIONS. BkIII 2 Believers enter in By Christ, the living gate ; But they who will not leave their fin, Complain it is too ftrait. 3 If felf mull be deny'd, And fin forfaken quite ; They rather choofe the way that's wide, And ftrive to think it right. 4 Encompafs'd by a throng, On numbers they depend ; So many furely can't be wrong, And mifs a happy end. 5 But numbers are no mark That men will right be found; A few were fav'd in Noah's ark (m)> For many millions drown'd. 6 Obey the gofpel call, And enter while you may; The flock of Christ is always fmall (»), And none are fafe but they. j Lord, open finners eyes Their awful ftate to fee ; And make them, ere the ftorm arife, To thee for fafety flee. HYMN (m) i Peter iii. 20. (a) Luke xii, 32. CAUTIONS. HYMN LXXVIII. The Jluggard. TH E wifties that the fluggard frames [o)% Of courfe muft fruitlefs prove; With folded arms he {lands and dreams, But has no heart to move. His field from others may be known, The fence is broken thro' ; The ground with weeds is overgrown, And no good crop in view. 3 No hardflhip, he, or toil, can bear, No difficulty meet; He waftes his hours at home, for fear Of lions in the flreet. 4 What wonder then if floth and fieep, Diftrefs and famine bring ! Can he in harveft hope to reap, Who will not fow in fpring ? 5 'Tis often thus, in foul concern?, We gofpel-fluggards fee ; Who if a wilh would ferve their turns, Might true believers be. 6 But when the preacher bids them watch, And feek, and flrive, and pray (p) At ev'ry poor excufe they catch, A lion's in the way ! 7 To (0) Proy. vi. io. and xxiv. 30. and xxii. 13. and xx, 4, (j>) i Cor. ix. 24. Luke xiii. 24. 402 CAUTIONS. . EK III. 7 To ufe the means of grace, how loth ! We call them ftill in vain ; They yield to their beloved floth, And fold their arms again. 8 Dear Saviour, let thy pow'r appear, The outward call to aid j Thefe drowfy fouls, can only hear The voice, that wakes the dead. HYMN LXXIX. Not in word, but in povuer. 1 T T O W foon the Saviour's gracious call, Difarm'd the rage of bloody Saul (q)! Jesus, the knowledge of thy name, Changes the Hop to a lamb ! 2 Zaccheus, when he knew the Lord (r), What he had gain'd by wrong, reftor'd j And of the wealth he priz'd before, He gave the half to feed the poor. 3 The woman who fo vile had been (r), When brought to weep o'er pardon'd fin, Was from her evil ways eftrang'd, And ftiew'd that grace her heart had chang'd. 4 And can we think the pow'r of grace Js loft, by change of time and place ? Then it was mighty, all allow, And is it but a notion now ? 5 Can (j) A&six. 6. (r) Lukexix. 8, Luke vii. 4.7. Hy.8o, P RAISE. 403 5 Can they whom pride and paflion fway, Who Mammon and the world obey, In envy or contention live, Prefume that they indeed believe ? 6 True faith unites to Christ the root, By him producing holy fruit; And they who no fuch fruit can fhow, Still on the {lock of nature grow. 7 Lord, let thy word effe&ual prove, To work in us obedient love ! And may each one who hears it dread A name to live, and yet be dead (/). SIMILAR HYMNS. Book I. Hymn 8, 20, 85, 87, 91, 104, 125, 139, 141. Book II. Hymn 34, 49, 86, 91, 99. * * * **** ****** *** * *** VII. PRAISE. HYMN LXXX, C. Pra'ife for faith. I /^V F all the gifts thine hand beftows, Thou Giver of all good ! Not heav'n itfelf a richer knows, Than my Redeemer's blood, (/) Rev. iii. 2 Faith 4°4 P R A I S E. BkIII. 2 Faith too, the blood receiving grace. From the fame hand we gain ; Elfe, fweetly as if fuits our cafe, That gift had been in vain. 3 Till thou thy teaching pow'r apply, Our hearts refufe to fee ; And weak, as a diftemper'd eye, Shut out the view of thee. 4 Blind to the merits of thy Son, What mis'ry we endure ! Yet fly that hand, from which alone, We could expedl a cure. 5 We praife thee, and would praife thee more, To thee our all we owe ; The precious Saviour, and the pow'r That makes him precious too. HYMN LXXXI. C. Grace and Providence. t A LmightyKing! whofewond'rous hand, d\. Supports the weight of fea and land ; Whofe grace is fuch a boundlefs ftore, No heart {hall break that fighs for more. 2 Thy Providence fupplies my food, And 'tis thy blefling makes it good; My foul is nourifh'd by thy word, Let foul and body praife the Lord. 3 My Hy. 82. PRAISE. 405 3 My ftreams of outward comfort came From him, who built this earthly frame; Whate'er I want his bounty gives, By whom my foul for ever lives. 4 Either his hand preferves from pain, Or, if I feel it, heals again ; From Satan's malice {hields my breaft, Or overrules it for the beft. 5 Forgive the fong that falls fo low Beneath the gratitude I owe ! It means thy praife, however poor, An angel's fong can do no more. \ ! HYMN LXXXII. Praife for redeeming love. LE T us love, and fing, and wonder, Let us praife the Saviour's name ! He has hufli'd the Law's loud thunder, He has quench'd mount Sinai's flame z He has wafli'd us with his blood, He has brought us nigh to God. Let us love the Lord who bought us, Pity'd us when enemies ; Call'd us by his grace, and taught us, Gave us ears, and gave us eyes : He has wafli'd us with his blood, He prefents our fouls to God. 3 Let 406 PRAISE. BkIII 3 Let us fing tho' fierce temptations Threaten hard to bear us down ! For the Lord, our ftrong falvation («)» Holds in. view the conqu'rors crown : He who wafli'd us with his blood, Soon will bring us home to God. 4 Let us vjonder, grace and juftice, Join and point to mercy's (tore ; When thro' grace in Christ our truft is, Juftice (miles, and a(ks no more : He who wafti'd us with his blood, Has fecur'd our way to God. 5 Let us praife, and join the chorus Of the faints, enthron'd on high j Here they trufted him before us, Now their praifes fill the (ky (*) i " Thou haft wafh'd us with thy blood, Thou art worthy, Lamb of God !" 6 Hark ! the name of Jesus, founded Loud, from golden harps above ! Lord, we blufh, and are confounded, Faint our praifes, cold our love ! Wafh our fouls and fongs with blood, For by thee we come to God. HYMN (a) Rev. ii. io. (*) Rev. v. 9. Hy. 83. PRAISE. 4°7 C. HYMN LXXXIII. I will praife the Lord at all times. 1 "T XT INTER has a joy for me, V V While the Saviour's charms tread, Lowly, meek, from blemifh free, In the fnow-drop's penfive head. 2 Spring returns, and brings along Life-invigorating funs : Hark! the turtle's plaintive fong, Seems to fpeak his dying grones ! 3 Summer has a thoufand charms, All expreflive of his worth ; *Tis his fun that lights and warms, His the air that cools the earth. 4 What, has autumn left to fay Nothing, of a Saviour's grace ? Yes, the beams of milder day Tell me of his fmiling face. 5 Light appears with early dawn ; While the fun makes hafte to rife, See his bleeding beauties, drawn On the blulhes of the Ikies. 6 Ev'ning, with a filent pace, Slowly moving in the weft, Shews an emblem of his £ Points to an eternal reft. 7 2 " HYMN i ■ i JF yl M Mj, Kimm" l And teach our ftamm'ring tongues To make his fovereign, reigning grace (m)7 The fubjedt of our fongs ! No fweeter fubje<5t can invite A finner's heart to fing j Or more difplay the glorious right Of our exalted King. 2 This fubjedt fills the ftarry plains With wonder, joy, and love ; And furnifhes the nobleft ftrains For all the harps above : While the redeem'd in praife combine To grace upon the throne (b) ; Angels in folemn chorus join, And make the theme their own. 3 Grace reigns, to pardon crimfon fins, To melt the hardeft hearts ; And from the work it once begins (r), It never more departs. The world and Satan ftrive in vain, Againft the chofen few (d); Secur'd by grace's conqu'ring reign, They all ftiall conquer too. 4 Grace (a) Rom. v. ti, (i) Rev. v. 9, 12. (r) Phil, i. 6, \d) Rom. viii. 35—39. Hy. 87. PRAISE, 411 4 Grace tills the foil, and fows the feeds, Provides the fun and rain ; Till from the tender blade proceeds The ripen'd harveft grain. 'Twas grace that call'd our fouls at firflr, By grace thus far we're come, And grace will help us thro' the worft, And lead us fafely home. 5 Lord, when this changing life is paft If we may fee thy face ; How fhal 1 we praife, and love, at laft, And fing the reign of grace (e) ! Yet let us aim while here below Thy mercy to difplay ; And own at leaft the debt we owe, Altho' we cannot pay. HYMN LXXXVII. Praife to the Redeemer. 1 T>R EPA RE a thankful fong To the Redeemer's name ! His praifes fhould employ each tongue And ev'ry heart inflame ! 2 He laid his glory by, And dreadful pains endur'd ; That rebels, fuch as you and I, From wrath might be fecur'd. t 2 3 Upon (e) Pfalm cxv. 1. 412 PRAISE. BkIII. 3 Upon the crofs he dy'd, Our debt of fin to pay ; The blobd and water from his fide Wafh guilt and filth away. 4. And now he pleading ftands For us, before the throne ; And anfwers all the Law's demands, With what himfelf hath done. 5 He fees us, willing flaves To fin, and Satan's pow'r ; But, within outftretch'd arm, he faves, In his appointed hour. 9 The Holy Ghoft he fends Our ftubborn fouls to move ; To make his enemies -his friends, And conquer them by love. j The love of fin departs, The life of grace takes place, Soon as his voice invites our hearts To rife and feek his face. 1 The world and Satan rage, But he their pow'r controls ; His wifdom, love, and truth, engage Protection for our fouls. ) Tho' prefs'd, we will not yield, But fhall prevail at length, For Jesus is our fun and fhield, Our righteoufnefs and ftrength. 10 AiTur'd hy. 8s. praise. 10 Afiiur'd that Christ our king, Will put our foes to flight; We, on the field of battle, fing And triumph, while we fight. HYMN LXXXVIIL Man by nature, grace and glory. 1 T ORD, what is man ! extremes how k-J wide, In this myfterious nature join ! The flefh, to worms and duft ally'd, The foul, immortal and divine ! 2 Divine at firft, a holy flame Kindled by the Almighty's breath; Till, ftain'd bjrfin, it foon became The feat of darknefs, ftrife, and death. 3 But Jesus, Oh ! amazing grace ! Aflum'd our nature as his own, Ob^y'd and fuffer'd in our place, Then took it with him to his throne. 4 Now what is man, when grace reveals The virtue of a Saviour's blood ? Again a life divine he feels, Defpifes earth, and walks with God. 5 And +14 P R A I S E. BKIII. 5 And what, in yonder realms above, Is ranfom'd man ordain'd to be ? With honor, holinefs, and love, No feraph more adorn'd than he. 6 Neareft the throne, and firft in long, Man fhall his hallelujahs raife ; While wond'ring angels round him throng, And fwell the chorus of his praife. SIMILAR HYMNS. Book I. Hymn 57, 58, 59, 79, 80. Book II. Hymn 37, 38, 39, 41, 42. SHORT Hy.90. SHORT HYMNS. 415 VJII. SHORT HYMNS. HYMN LXXXIX. BEFORE SERMON. I /^Onfirm the hope thy word allows, Behold us waiting to be fed ; Blefs the provifions of thy houfe, And fatisfy thy poor with bread : Drawn by thine invitation, Lord, Athirft and hungry we are come; Now from the fulnefs of thy word, Feaft us, and fend us thankful home. HYMN XC. 1 \T OW, Lord, infpire the preacher's IN heart, And teach his tongue to fpeak j Food to the hungry foul impart, And cordials to the weak. 2 Furnifh us all with light and pow'rs To walk in Wifdom's ways ; So fhall the benefit be ours, And thou fhalt have the praife. HYMN r 1 12 'i 1 p 1 & 1 ' ■ - 1 v' 416 SHORT HYMNS. BkIII. HYMN XCI. 1 ' 3 'HY promife, Lord, and thy command -*■ Have brought us here to-day; And now, we humbly waiting ftand To hear what thou wilt fay (f). 2 Meet us, we pray, with words of peace^ And fill our hearts with love ; That from our follies we may ceafe, And henceforth faithful prove. HYMN XCII. 1 TTUNGRY, and faint, and poor, Behold us, Lord, again Aflembled at thy mercies door, Thy bounty to obtain. 2 Thy word invites us nigh Or we muft ftarve indeed ; For we no money have to buy, No righteoufnefs to plead. 3 The food our fpirits want Thy hand alone can give ; Oh, hear the pray'r of faith, and grant That we may eat, and live. HYMN (/) PfaJm Ixxxv. 8. HY. 94. SHORT HYMNS. 417 HYMN XCIII. Pfalm cvi. 4, 5. 1 "D Emember us, we pray thee, Lord, XV With thofe who love thy gracious name, And to our fouls that good afford1, Thy promife has prepar'd for them. 2 To us thy great falvation fhow, Give us a tafte of love divine j That we thy peoples joy may know; And in their holy triumph join. HYMN XCIV. NO T to Sinai's dreadful blaze (.£■), But to Zion's throne of grace, By a way mark'd out with blood, Sinners now approach to God. Not to hear the fiery Law, But with humble joy to draw Water, by that well fupply'd [h)> Jesus open'd when he dy'd. Lord, there are no ftreams but thine, Can afluage a thirft like mine ! 'Tis a thirft thyfelf didft give, Let me therefore drink and live. t 5 (g) Hebrews xii, 18, 2z, HYMN (&) Ifaiah xii. j. 4>8 SHORT HYMNS, BkIII. HYMN XCV. 1 /YFTEN thy public means of grace, Thy thirfty peoples wat'ring place, The archers have befet (?) ; Attack'd them in thy houfe of pray'r, To prifon dragg'd, or to the bar, When thus together met. 2 But we from fuch aflaults are freed, Can pray, and ling, and hear, and read. And meet, and part, in peace: May we our privileges prize, In their improvement make us wife, And blefs us with increafe. 3 Unlefs thy prefence thou afford, Unlefs thy bleffing clothe the word, In vain our liberty ! What would it profit to maintain A name for life, fhould we remain Formal and dead to thee ? AFTER (!) Judges v. J r. Hy. 97. SHORT HYMNS. AFTER SERMON. HYMN XCVI. Deut. xxxiii. 26—29. 1 T Ji 7ITH Ifrael's God who cancompare? * » Or who, like Ifrael, happy are? O people faved by the Lord, He is thy fhield and great reward ! 2 Upheld by everlafting arms, Thou art fecur'd from foes and harms 1 In vain their plots, and falfe their boafts, Our refuge is the Lord of Hofts. HYMN XCVII. Habakkuk iii. 17, 18. JESUS is mine ! I'm now prepar'd To meet with what I thought moft hard 5 Yes, let the winds of trouble blow, And comforts melt away like fnow: No blafted trees, or failing crops, Can hinder my eternal hopes 5 Tho' creatures change, the Lord's the fame, Then let me triumph in his name. HYMN 420 SHORT HYMNS. BkIII. HYMN XCVIII. WE feek a reft beyond the fkies, In everlafting day ; Thro' floods and flames the paflage lies, But Jesus guards the way : The fwelling flood, and raging flame, Hear and obey his word ; Then let us triumph in his name, Our Saviour is the Lord. HYMN XCIX. Deut. xxxii. 9, 10. 1 HPHE faints Emmanuel's portion are, i» Redeem'd by price, reclaim'd by pow'r; His fpecial choice, and tender care, Owns them and guards them ev'ry hour. 2 He finds them in a barren land Befet with fins, and fears, and woes; He leads and guides them by his hand, And bears them fafe from all their foes. HYMN HYMN C. Hebrews xiii. 20, 24. NO W may He who from the dead Brought the Shepherd of the iheep, Jesus Christ, our King and Head, All our fouls in fafety keep 1 May he teach us to fulfill What is pleafing in his fight ; Perfeft us in all his will, And preferve us day and night ? To that dear Redeemer's praife, Who the cov'nant feal'd with blood, Let our hearts and voices raife Loud thankfgivings to our God. H Y M N CI. 2 Corinthians xiii. 14. MAY the grace of Christ our Saviour And the Father's boundlefs love, With the holy Spirit's favor, Reft upon us from above ! Thus may we abide in union With each other, and the Lord; And poftefs, in fweet communion, Joys which earth cannot afford. HYMN 422 SHORT HYMNS. BkIII. HYMN CII. H E peace which God alone reveals, And by his word of grace imparts, Which only the believer feels (/£), Direft and keep, and cheer your hearts: And may the holy Three in One, The Father, Word, and Comforter, Pour an abundant blefling down On ev'ry foul affembled here ! 1 r I 1 O thee our wants are known, From thee are all our pow'rsj Accept what is thine own, And pardon what is ours : Our praifes, Lord, and pray'rs receive, And to thy word a blefling give. 2 Oh, grant that each of us Now met before thee here, May meet together thus, When thou and thine appear ! And follow thee to heav'n our home, E'en fo, amen, Lord Jesus, come(/)! HYMN CIII. HYMN (k) Phil, iv, 7. (/) Rev. xxii. 20. Hy. 106. SHORT HYMNS. 423 GLORIA PATRIA. HYMN CIV. I THE F-ather we adore, A And everlafting Son j The Spirit of his love and pow'r, The glorious Three in One. 1 At the creation's birth This fong was fung on high, Shall found, thro' ev'ry age, on earth, And thro' eternity. -* •• •• - • - • J3 3 - : •' ' • v HYMN CV. 1 TATHER of angels and of men, Saviour, who haft us bought, Spirit by whom we're born again, And fandtify'd and taught! 2 Thy glory, holy Three in One, Thy peoples fong fhall be, Long as the wheels of time fhall run, And to eternity. him" HYMN CVI. GLORY to God, the Father's name, To Jesus, who for finners dy'd j The holy Spirit claims the fame, By whom our fouls are fandtify'd. Thy 4?4 SHORT HYMNS. BkIII. By angels, thro' the ftarry fpheres ; And fhall, as now, be fung by man Thro' vaft eternity's long years. E faints on earth afcribe with heav'ns high hoft, Glory and honour to the One in three ; To God the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, As was, and is, and evermore fliall be. 2 Thy praife was fung when time began HYMN CVII. * A TABLE [ 4*5 ] A B E TO THE THIRD BOOK, According to the Order and Subjed of the Hymns. I. SOLEMN ADDRESSES TO SINNERS. Hymn Expoftulation — —- — i Alarm — — — — 2 We were once as you are 3 Prepare to meet God — 4 Invitation — — — 5 II. SEEKING, PLEADING, AND HOPING. Hymn Seeking the Beloved —- 13 Reft for weary fouls — 14 III. CONFLICT. Light Alining out of dark- nefs — — — —- 15 Welcome crofs — — 16 Afflictions fanftified by the word ■— — -—17 Temptation — — — 18 Looking upwards in a ftorm — —• — 19 Valley of the ftiadow of death — — 20 The II. SEEKING, PLEADING, AND HOPING. The burdened (inner — 6 Behold I am vile — — 7 The Ihining light — — 8 Encouragement — — 9 The waiting foul — — 10 The effort, — — n> 12 126 TABLE TO III. CONFLICT. Hymn The ftorm hufhed —• — 21 Help in time of need — 22 Peace after a ftorm — 23 Mourning and longing — 24 Rejoice the foul of thy fervant — — — 25 Self-acquaintance — — 26 B'tter and fweet — — 27 Prayer for patience — 28 Submiflion — — — 29 Why fhould I complain ? 30 Return, O Lord, how long ! — — — 31 Caft down, but not de- ftroyed — — — 32 The benighted traveller - 33 Theprifoner— — — 34 Perplexity relieved — 35 Prayer anfwered by erodes 36 I will truft and not be afraid — — "—37 Queftions to unbelief — 38 G;eat effects by fmall means — — "—39 Why art thou caft down ? 40 The way of accefs — 41 The pilgrim's fong — 42 IV. C O M F O R T. Faith a new fenfe— — 43 The happy change — 44 Retirement — — — 45 Jefus my all —- — —- 46 The hidden life — — 47 Joy and peace in believing 48 True pleafure — — 49 The chriftian — —"5° Lively hope and gracious fear — — — — 51 Confidence — r— —• 52 IV. COMFORT. Hymn Peace reftored —» — 53 Hear what he has done 54 Freedom from care — 55 Humiliation and praife —- 56 For the poor — — 57 Home in view — — 58 V. DEDICATION AND SURRENDER. Old things palled away — 59 Power of grace — — 60 My foul thirftetk for God— — — — (,i Love conftraining to obe- dience — — ——62 Heart healed and changed by mercy — — 63 Hatred of fin — •— 64" The child — — — 6 5 True happinefs — — 66 The happy debtor— — 67 VI. C A U T I O N S. The new convert — — 68 True and falfe comforts 69 True and falfe zeal •. — 70 Living.and dead..faith — 71 Abufe of tbe\gofpel — 72 The narrow way — — 73 Dependance — — •— 74 Not of works —■ — 75 Sins deceit — — — 76 Are there few faved ? — 77 The Sluggard — — 78 Not in word, but in power — — —"79 VII, PRAISE. Praife for faith — — 80 Grace and providence — 8 r Praiie »n ( ' c Q M F 0 R T. „ H)m ™Kiajiw .. „ jj V, DEDICATION and sdrrendeh, 2%jW«^ » \M»\ 4M& \ U»t tMbwdsi to dbu A &« {j 13 Har. hejled udcfau|tj| H bjDtro - - jj |j ffitteJ of Ea - - 6( ;4 Tbe child - - - (; /TrKhappbefi - - ti j) TkInkblot- - 5; VI. C A U T10 N S, g Tkewcotim- - fi - Tntad Wlttrafiiti f) 41 Tntud Mtwl. - T 41 l£(jiitalM -11 - Aba* if tk pfpl " I1 I IteBaoowwiJ— II 4, Dndwe If ^ Votcfwdki - " 75 u Soto'l 6 *d*W *. fit St#* " " ?S 7 B I'tM THE THIRD BOOK. VII. PRAISE. Hymn Praife for redeeming love 8z I will praife the Lord at all times — — — 83 Perfeverance — — — 84. Solvation — — — 85 Reigning grace — — 86 Praife to the Redeemer 87 4»7 VII. PRAISE. Hymn Man by nature, grace and glory— — — — 88 VIII. SHORT HYMNS. Before Sermon — 89—95 After Sermon — 96—103 Gloria Patria — 104—107 THE END OF THE THIRD BOOK. r^\ r^V Sat * id I N I S. 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