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 THE LATE GLORIOUS REVIVALS ; 
 
 Dr.Watts's Psalms and Hymns excepted. 
 
 By JQSHUA SPALDING, A. M, 
 
 Minister at the Branch Church in Salem. 
 
 <• Oat ©f the mouth of Babes and fucklings thou Mft 
 perfe<9ed praife." A/d/r. xxi. j6. 
 
 SALEM: 
 fRINTJED BY JOSHUA CUSHING, 
 
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Bi/triS of Mafdchufetts, to wit : 
 
 BE IT REMEMBERED, that on the 
 eighth day of June, in the twenty-ninth 
 year of the Independence of the United 
 States of America, Joshua Spalding, of 
 the faid Diftri<5l, hath depofited in this Office 
 the Title of a Book, the Right whereof he 
 claims as Proprietor, in the words following, 
 to ivit: 
 
 " The Lord's Songs y A Colk^ion of compofur^; 
 In metre y fuch as have been mojiufed in the laie glori- 
 ous revivals ; Dr, Watts' s Pfalms and Hymns ex- 
 cepted. By Jofhua Spalding, A. M. Minifler at 
 the Branch Church in Salem. * Out of the mouth 
 of babes and fucklings thou hafi perfected praife.* 
 Matt. xxi. 16." 
 
 In Conformity to the A<51 of the Congress 
 of the United States, entitled, "An A(5t 
 for the Encouragement of Learning, by fe- 
 curing the Copies of Maps, Charts and 
 Books, to the Authors and Proprietors of fuch 
 Copies, during the Times therein mentioned ;" 
 and alfo to an Adt entitled, " An Aft fupple- 
 mentary to an Aft, entitled. An Aft for the 
 Encouragement of Learning, by fecuring the 
 Copies of Maps, Charts, and Books, to the 
 Authors and Proprietors of fuch Copies dar- 
 ing the Tillies therein mentioned ; and extend- 
 ing the Benefits thereof to the Arts of Defign- 
 ing. Engraving and Etching Hiftorical and 
 other Prints." 
 
 N. GOODALE, 
 Clerk of the D'lftria of Majachufetts, 
 A true Copy of Record. 
 
 JtteJ. N. GOODALE, CkrL 
 
PREFACE. 
 
 THE editor, having fpent feveral years in. 
 travelling among the chur-ches ia the 
 late remarkable fcafon of Divine Influences, 
 has witnelfed the great benefit of the ufe of 
 Hymns and Spiritual Songs, which has been 
 prevalent with this glorious work. He has ob- 
 ferved, however, that- fonie in frequent ufe were 
 very incorrecft, and that a number of thofe 
 moft efleemed were not to be found in any of 
 the colle(51ions extant : this inconvenience be- 
 ing much felt ; wilhing to add every thing in 
 his power to the improvement of the people of 
 Zion ; and by the requeft of his friends, who 
 apprehended that his extenfive intercourfe had 
 made him acquainted with the compofurcs of 
 this kind, which appear moft generally for edi- 
 fication j he was induced to undertake- this 
 work. 
 
 He has not fele<ftcd any of Dr. Watts's 
 Pfalms and Hymns, for they are all valuable, 
 and make a volume entire, and are every where 
 difperfed. He has affixed to the Hymns all the 
 names known to him of their reputed au- 
 thors : of a number which have been long in 
 ufe, the authors were unknown: thofe mark- 
 ed with the letter A, were either criginally 
 compofed, or materially altered, by the editor: 
 and, with^ a d-.fire that the Lord alone might 
 
P R E F A C fi» 
 
 be eialted by them, which he doubts not has 
 been the defire cf all their authors, he has in- 
 fcrlbed them, ^he Lord's Songs. 
 
 He hopes that the fweet enjoyment he has ex- 
 perienced, joiiiing with thoufandsof the Lord's 
 hidden ones, in fmging theie divine themes- iii 
 this houfe of our pilgrimage, may be a pre-i 
 lude to his joining with ten thoufands of his 
 faints, foon to be revealed upon Mount ZIon, 
 to employ their harps of gold in fmging a new 
 fong before the throne of God and the Lamb/ 
 
 J.S.. 
 
ADVERTISEMENT. 
 
 THE great variety of metres in this collec-* 
 tion, has made it neceflary to diftinguifli tfiem 
 in fome manner different from what has been 
 ufual ; this has been attempted by numbering, 
 them in the following order, viz. 
 
 Common Metre 
 
 I ft Metre; 
 
 Long - - -. . 
 
 2nd 
 
 Short 
 
 3d 
 
 84th Particular 
 
 4th 
 
 146th Proper 
 
 5tH 
 
 148th Proper 
 
 6th 
 
 Sevens - - - - 
 
 7tH 
 
 Eights, Whitefield's - 
 
 - 8th 
 
 Houghton, or Salem tune 
 
 - 9th 
 
 Tens - - - - 
 
 loth 
 
 Elevens . - - - 
 
 nth 
 
 Eights, 3 line 
 
 I 2th 
 
 Sevens, with Hallelujah 
 
 13th 
 
 Sevens double, Hotham tune - 
 
 14th 
 
 Eights and Sevens - 
 
 15th 
 
 Hart's^ - - 
 
 1 6th 
 
 Sapphic Ode - - - 
 
 17th 
 
 Fort Miller, or Feverfhamtune 
 
 1 8th 
 
 Trinity - . . - 
 
 19th 
 
 Symphony, or Ghefhunt 
 
 20th 
 
 Sevens, 6^ line - 
 
 2Ul 
 
Advertifemeni. 
 
 Toplady*s - - - - 22nd Metre. 
 Eights and Sevens, with Hallelujah 
 ^Newton's - - - 
 
 Newyork tunc 
 
 The March - - 
 
 Crucifixion 
 
 Dartfort tune 
 
 Salifbury tune 
 
 Eights and Sevens, double 
 
 Davies's - - - 
 
 Berkley tunc 
 
 Bermondfey tune 
 
 Common Metre, double 
 
 Long Metre, double 
 
 Fives and Elevens 
 
 Sixes, with a chorus 
 
 Sevens, with a chorus 
 
 Chatham or Baltimore tune 
 
 Harv-eft Hymn 
 
 Long Metre, with a chorus 
 
 New Jerufalem 
 
 The Prelude 
 
 Mafon's - - ^ . 
 
 Eights, double - - • 
 
 Tate's .... 
 
 Gowper*s - - - . 
 
 Clark's , . - . 
 
 Pearce's .... 
 
 Fiftieth PFalm 
 
 Cruttenden's • - - 
 
 Elevens and Eights, Calne tune 
 
 Jiigh Praifes . . , 
 
 23d 
 24th 
 25 th 
 26th 
 27th 
 28th 
 29th 
 30th 
 
 3. ft 
 32nd 
 
 35th 
 36th 
 37th 
 38th 
 39th 
 4Cth 
 41ft 
 42nd 
 
 44th 
 45th 
 46ih 
 47th 
 48th 
 49th 
 50th 
 51(1 
 52nd 
 
 53d 
 
AdvertifemenU 
 
 Mourners' tune - . -. j4tk 
 
 Bii;tul tane - - . - 55th 
 
 Long Metre with Common - 56th 
 
 Canaan - - - - - 57tli 
 
A TABLE OF FIRST LINES. 
 
 METRES^ TASK 
 
 3 A CHARGE to keep I have 72 
 xV 2 Adam our father and our head 6^ 
 1 Ah Lord ! ah Lord ! what have 1 done 14 
 
 3 Ah! lovely appearance of death 38 
 
 I Alas ! for I have leen the Lord 150 
 
 1 All hall the power of Jefus' name 151 
 
 2 Almighty Father, gracious Lord 123 
 10 Along the^anks where Babel's, Sec, 267 
 
 1 Amen, amen, the angels cry 273 
 t Am I a foldier of the crofs 18 
 
 34 And let this feeble body fail 203 
 
 2 And will the great, eternal God 96 
 31 And wilt thou, great, eternal God 97 
 1 3 Angels, roll the rock away 92 
 
 1 Approach, my foul, the mercy- feat 19 
 
 2 As birds their infant brood prote<fl: 199 
 2 Awake, my foul, in joyful lays 122 
 2 Awak^, my foul, and with the fun 209 
 I Awake, ye faints, and lift your eyes 224 
 
 35 Away, my unbelieving fear 112 
 
 45T3EHOLD, the bright morning, 5cc. 244 
 
 Xj I Behold what love the Father hath 273 
 
 ! Believers own they are but blind SS 
 
 1 Bleft be the dear uniting love 157 
 
 58 BlfiTed are the fons of God 1 16 
 
A Table ofVirft Lines. 
 
 METItES* TAGS 
 
 37 Blow ye the trumpet, blow 220 
 
 2 By faith in Chiift I walk with God 206 
 
 6 By whom was David taught 1 97 
 
 7 /^HILDRENofihe Heavenly King 255 
 \^ 13 Chrift the Lord is rifen to-day 243 
 
 34 Come, all ye pilgrim travellers 45 
 
 18 Come, and let us afcend 268 
 I Come, heavenly love, infpire my fong 109 
 
 31 Come, Holy Ghoft, my loul infpire 278 
 
 49 Come, let us anew 227 
 
 57 Come, let us with fpecd, &c. 262 
 
 39 Come, Lord, and help ui to rejoice 181 
 
 31 Come, O thou Univerfal Good 274 
 
 19 Come, thou Almighty King 4 
 30 Come, thou- Fount of every bjeffing 83 
 14 Come, thou long expe<5ted Jefus 253 
 22 Come, ye fmners, poor and wretched i 
 
 35 Confirm the hope thy word allows 274 
 ^6 Could we with ink the ocean fill 277 
 
 22 TT^AYof Judgment, day of wonders 238 
 
 JL/ I Delighttoblefsthypcople,Lord 279 
 
 34 Does the gofpel \ford proclaim . ^P 
 
 1 Do not I love thee, deareft Lord 160 
 48 Dreadful, fm-chaftifmg God 22*6 
 
 45 T7 LIJAH'S example declares 229 
 
 JL_j 47 Ere God had built, &c. 207 
 
 2 Eternal Power, whofe high abode 66 
 3*5 Eternal Spirit, fource of light 9® 
 
A Table ofFirfi Lines. 
 
 54 TT^AINT Is my head, and Tick, &c. 241 
 
 X? 7 Father God, who feeft in me 153 
 
 .31 Father (If thou rny Father art) 32 
 
 1 Father, how wide thy glory fhines 103 
 .3 [ Father of faithful Abraham, hear 68 
 
 2 Father of mercies ! in thy houfe ' 15? 
 1 Father of mercies ! in thy word 160 
 
 1 From pole to pole let others roam 34. 
 II From realms where the day, &c. j» 
 15 ^ LORIOUS things of thee, &c. 89 
 
 V_T 1 3' Glory be to God on high 275 
 
 33 Glory to God on high 94 
 
 2 Glory to thee, my God, this night 209 
 7 God is king, ye lands rejoice 54 
 
 1 God moves in a myfterious way 57 
 
 2 God of eternity, from thee 1 70 
 
 2 God of my life, to thee I call 261 
 
 29 God of my falvation, hear 7 
 
 3 Grace, 'tis a charming fouhd 104 
 1 4 Gracious Lord, our children fee 225 
 
 2 Great Former of this various frame 121 
 
 41 Great God of wonders, all thy ways 52 
 
 I T TAIL ! hail the happy, &c. 2:8 
 
 Jl a 2 Hail, fovereign love, kc, 17 
 
 14 Hail the day that fees him rife 247 
 
 30 Hail, thou once defpifed Jefus 27 
 7 Hark ! my foul, it is the Lord 21 
 I Hark, the glad found ! S^c. rzjf 
 
 14 Hark, the herald angels fing 253 
 
 7 Hark, the trupip of God doth found 2 1 7 
 
 Heal us, Emmamiel, here we are 19^ 
 
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A Tabic of Firjl Lines. 
 
 METRIS. PAGE 
 
 7 Hear, O heavens ! O earth attend «4S 
 
 15 Hear what God the I.ordhath Ipoken 224 
 4 £ He comes ! he comes 1 the Judge fevere 2 1 5 
 35 He dies ! the Friend of Sinners dies 242 
 
 I How are thy fervants bleft, O Lord 265 
 
 1 How bleft thy creature is, O God 93 
 
 16 How can we adore 28 
 1 1 How firm a foundation, &c. 184 
 
 9 How happy are we 182 
 
 i How long fhall death the tyrant reign 221 
 
 2 How many years has man been driven 67 
 45 How ihall I my Saviour fet forth 1 89 
 
 1 Ho, ye that thirft, approach the fpring 164 
 
 2 T ASK^D the Lord that I might grow 228 
 X 28 If to Jefus for relief 22 
 
 3 I hear the voice of woe 169 
 
 8 I languifh, I faint to be there 84 
 
 30 In a world of fin and forrow 215 
 52 In fongs of fubiime adoration, kz, 235 
 
 31 In that fad, memorable night 1 80 
 49 In the floods of tribulation 2co 
 44 I read that fins are clouds 142 
 
 I I fojourn In a vale of tears 131 
 
 I 1 fought my well-beloved one 148 
 
 6 Ifrael in ancient days 188 
 
 7 I will praife thee every day 22 
 
 I T ERUS ALEM, my happy home 40 
 
 J 2 Jefus ! and fliall it ever be 39 
 
 27 Jefus drinks the bitter cup 187 
 
 29 Jefus, Friend'of Sinners, heiu* % 
 
A Table of Firjl Lilies. 
 
 METRES. PAGE 
 
 4$ Jefus, let thy pitying eye 232 
 
 14 Jefus, lover of my foul 29 
 
 2 Jefus, thy blood and righteoufnefs 2 1 4 
 
 3 c Jefus, we hang upon thy word 249 
 
 I 1^ EEP filence, all created things 42 
 
 Xv 2 Kindred in Chrlft, Sec. * 15^ 
 
 7 King of Salem, blefs my foul 120 
 
 I T AUGH, ye prof me, &c. 6^ 
 1 ^ 31 Leader of iathful fouls, ^c. 71 
 
 1 Let every tongue thy goodnefs fpeak 74 
 51 Let others boaft their ancient line 234 
 
 2 Let others in their biighteft drefs 231 
 24 Let us love, and fmg, and wonder 56 
 
 1 Let fmners leave their wicked ways I'j^ 
 ^j Lift up your heads in joyful hope 254 
 22 Lo ! he Cometh ! countlefs trumpets 236 
 
 22 Lo !^ he connes with clouds defcending 218 
 
 13 L«:)rd and God of heavenly powers 36 
 
 2 Lord, didd thou die, but not for me 113 
 I Lord, 'tis an infinite delight 59 
 
 14 Lord, we come before thee now 3 
 
 15 Love divine, all love excelling 37 
 
 15 ']\ /r A Ythe grace of Chrifl our Saviour 278 
 
 xSx. I Mercy, good Lord, &c. 1S6 
 
 30 Mercy, O thou Son of David 264 
 
 23 Mighty God, while angels blefs thee 6© 
 I My barns are full, my (lores increafe 256 
 I My dying Saviour, and my God 7 z 
 
A Table. ofFirJi Llnes^ 
 
 METRES. PAG» 
 
 2 My fong fhall blefs the Lord of all 258 
 
 3 My forrows like a flood 192 
 1 My foul doth magnify the Lord 140 
 J My well-beloved's voice I bear 147 
 
 7 'VT AY, I cannot let thee go 35 
 
 j_^ 1 None but a Jefus, none but he 146 
 
 7 Not to Sinai's dreadful blaze 277 
 
 7 Now begin the heavenly theme 259 
 
 1 Now, gracious Lord, thine arm reveal 177 
 
 2 Now let our faith grow ftrong and rife 159 
 7 Now may he who from the dead 27^ 
 I Now may the Lord reveal his face 59 
 
 36 /^ COME,, let us join 102 
 
 V^ 2 O come, loud anthems, &c. sio 
 
 1 O'er mountain-tops, the mount of God 16 e 
 
 2 O ! for a glance of heavenly day 106 
 2 O ! for a fweet, infpiring ray 25a 
 
 iS Oh ! how happy are they 61 
 
 I Oh that I knew the fecret place 51 
 
 36 O Jefus, our Lord 86 
 
 5 O Lord, hew vile am I ' 10 
 
 31 O love ! thou bottomlefs abyfs 32 
 
 1 Once more we come before our God 2 
 
 2 One awful word which Jefus fpoke 91 
 24 One there is above all others .173 
 50 On wings of faith, mount up, &c. 194 
 
 I On Zion his moft holy mount 193 
 
 46 O praifs ye the Lord, prepare, &c. 272 
 
 3 O that the Lord indeed 27^ 
 ^ Q the irnmeafe th* amazing height iSo- 
 
A Table ofFirfi Lines* 
 
 METRES. ?AGE 
 
 » O thou whofe tender mercies he^r 9= 
 
 2 Our life's a cry, a groan, a figh 239 
 
 I Our life is hid with Chrift in God 79 
 
 2 Our Lord is rifen from the dead 246 
 
 r Our Shepherd, whilrt: he feeds his flock 2-5 S 
 
 4 O ye immortal throng i iS^ 
 
 14 T3ENSIVE, doubting, fearful heart 30 
 
 JL I Praife ye the Lord, &c. 75 
 
 24 Precious Bible ! what a treafure 5 
 
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 UIET, Lord, my froward heart 83 
 
 37 TJ EJOICE, the Lord Is King 25 
 
 XV. I Repent, repent, reform, return 138 
 
 27 Rife, my foul, and ftretch thy wings 85 
 
 2i Rock of Ages, fhelter me 1 14 
 
 1 QALVATION! O melodious found 212 
 
 O 10 Scarcely for righteous, men, &c. 205 
 
 I See IfraePs gentle Shepherd ftand 69 
 
 I Shepherds, rejoice, lift up your eyes 270 
 
 1 Since Jefus freely did appear 8S 
 53 Sing, my foul, thy Saviour's merit 240 
 
 2 Sinners, obey the gofpel word 171 
 
 1 Soon fliall our earthly houfe diffblve 166 
 I Sure 'tis in vain to feek for blifs 171 
 
 2 T~^HATmani&blefl;w]ioftands, &c. 213 
 
 X 2 The billows fwell, &c. 260 
 
 3 The day is paft and gone i8>. 
 9 Thee, Father, we blefs i& 
 
A Table of Firjl Lines. 
 
 METRES. PAGE 
 
 2 Thee will I love, my Lord, my tower 172 
 
 40 The field it is white, the great, &c. 129 
 
 16 The fountain of Chrift 48 
 
 2 The God who once to Ifrael fpoke 167 
 
 32 The Lord my pafture (hall prepare 108 
 
 I The Lord, my fhe^herd and my guide 107 
 
 1 The Lord is kind in all his ways 53 
 
 2 The Lord fend peace — offending man 198 
 1 The Lord will happinefs divine 98 
 
 1 The moon has but a borrowed light 58 
 
 2 The new-born child of gofpel grace 266 
 2 The peace which God alone reveals 279 
 I The faints fhould never be difmay'd 195 
 I The Saviour comes! no curv.'ard pomp 163 
 
 1 The Saviour, what a noble flame 204 
 35 The fpacious firmament on high 73 
 
 2 The tree oi life my foul has feen 149 
 26 The voice of free grace 50 
 20 The voice of my beloved founds 74 
 42 Their fongs of love they fing above 135 
 
 I There is a fountain filPd with blood 104 
 
 I There is a land of living joy 221 
 
 8 This God is the God we adore 275 
 
 1 This is the day, the Lord's own day 174 
 
 2 Thou only Sovereign of my heart' 33 
 
 3 Thou very Pafchal Lamb 154 
 16 Though troubles affaii 77 
 
 I Through all the changing fcenes cf life 1 1 1 
 
 1 Through thee we now together came 156 
 39 Throughout the Saviour's life we trace 128 
 
 2 Thus far my God has led me on 115 
 
A Table of Fuji Liner. 
 
 METRES. PAGE 
 
 I Thus faith the Lord, who built, &c. 162 
 
 1 Thy life I read, my dearell Lord 100 
 
 2 Thy ways, O Lord, with wife defign 123 
 ^ 7 'Tis a point, I long to know 81 
 r 2/Tis falfe, thou vile accufer; go 107 
 
 14 'Tis my privilege below 20^ 
 
 I To tell the Saviour all my wants 263 
 
 I To thee my God I hourly ligh 105 
 
 43 To you it is Ipoken, ye Virgins, &c. 136 
 
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 NLESS the Lord had Lceii, &c. 132 
 ITAL fpark of heavenly flame 47 
 
 39 ^XT AK'D by the gofpePs, Sec. 125 
 
 V V 2 What is our God ? &c. 44 
 
 37 What line can fathom. Lord 145 
 
 2 What mean thefe jealoufies and fears 95 
 31 What fliall we render unto thee ici 
 
 2 What various hindrances we meet 70 
 
 1 When all thy mercies, O my God 87 
 
 2 When darknefs long has veil'd my mind 1 1 o 
 1 When God the faithful Patriarch chofe 257 
 I When, O dear Jefus, when fl\all 1 175 
 I When fmners utter boalUng words 230 
 I When fonrie kind Shepherd from his fold 1 91 
 
 1 When the Eternal bows the Ikies 43 
 17 When the fierce north wind, &c. 1 1 
 
 2 While on the verge of life I ftand 223 
 I While Sliepherds watch' d, 5:c. 271 
 
 14 While v/ith cei^felefs courfe, the Sun 17^ 
 
. A Table of Fir ft Lines. 
 
 ■V9- ^ •/ A 
 
 METRES^P' PAGE 
 
 27 Who have empire, fovereign fwaj 15a 
 
 7 Who is this that comes from far bi 
 
 1 Who knoAi buL luch a one as I 143 
 
 2 Why, O my heart, thefe anxious cares 124 
 
 2 Why imikes theearth I why leap the hills 2Ci 
 12 Why fhould I fear the darkeft hour 24. 
 1 7 Why ^ fliould vain mortals, &c. 1 7 8 
 
 3 With heart and lips unfeign'd 7 
 2 With Ifrael's God, who can compare 277 
 
 |4 '^T'ES 1 fince God himfelf has faid it 26 
 v- X I Yes! there are joys, &c, T20 
 
 4 Ye Virgin fouls, arife 134 
 
 I 
 
THE 
 
 LOR D'S SONGS, 
 
 COLLECTION. 
 
 HYMN I. Twenty-fecond Metre. \ 
 
 Geifpd Invitation, Ifaiah Iv. i. 
 
 1 /^ OME, ye finners, poor and wretched, 
 V-y' Weak and wounded, fick and fore, 
 Jcfus ready (lands to fave you, 
 
 Full of pity, join'd with pow*r : 
 
 He is able, 
 He is willing ; Doubt no more. 
 
 2 Come, ye thirfty, come, and welcome ; 
 
 God's free bounty glorify : 
 True belief, and true repentance, 
 Ev'ry grace that brings us nigh — 
 
 Without money. 
 Come to Jefus Chrift, and buy. 
 
 3 Let not ccnfcience make you linger. 
 
 Nor of titnefs fondly dream ; 
 All the fitnefs he requireth. 
 Is, to feel your need of him : 
 
 This he gives you ; 
 'Tis his Spirit's rifmg beam. 
 
 B 
 
2 The Lord^s Songs^ 
 
 4 Come, ye weary, heavy laden. 
 
 Loft and ruin'd by the fall ! 
 If you larry till you're better. 
 You will never come at all. 
 
 Not the righteous- 
 Sinners, Jefus came to call. 
 
 5 View him proftrate iu.the garden ; 
 
 On the ground your Maker lies I 
 On the bloody-tree behold him; 
 Hear'him cry, before he dies, 
 
 'Mtis finilVd!" 
 Sinners, will not this fuffice ? 
 
 6 Lo, th* incarnate God, afcended. 
 
 Pleads the merit of his blood ; 
 Venture onliim, venture wholly, 
 Xet no other truit intrude. 
 
 None but Jefus 
 Can do helplefs fmners ^ood. 
 
 7 Saints and angels, join'd in concert. 
 
 Sing the praifes of the Lamb, 
 While the blefTed feats of heaven 
 Sweetly echo with his name. 
 
 Hallelujah! 
 Sinners jfe^r^ may fmg the fame. 
 
 Altered by Topladt. 
 
 HYMN IL Firft Metre. 
 
 At the Opening of Wor/hip, 
 
 1 •^NCE more we come before our God, 
 V^ Once.mofe his bleffing afk ; 
 O may not duty feem a load, 
 Ncjr worflrip fcem^'a tafkc 
 
A Coiledion. 3 
 
 *. Father, thy quickening Spirit fend 
 From heaven in Jeius* name. 
 To make our waiting minds attend^ 
 And put our fouls ia frame, 
 
 ^ May we receive the word we hears 
 Each in an honeft heart ; 
 Hoard up the precious treafure there,.. 
 And never with it part. 
 
 4 To feek.thee all our hearts difpofe j 
 To each thy bleffing fuit ; 
 And let the feed thy fervant fows 
 Produce a plenteous fruit. 
 
 ^ Bid the refrefhing north-wind, " Wake,'^ 
 Say to the fouth-wind, " Blow -,** 
 Let every plant thy power partake, 
 And all thy gardqji grow. 
 
 ^ Revive the parched with heavenly /howers^ 
 The cold with warmth diyiac -, 
 Apd^ as the beneSt is oursj , 
 Be all the glory thine, 
 
 HYMN III. Fourteenth Metre^ . 
 The fame SuhjeS, 
 
 I T' ORD, we come before thee now, 
 A-<! /^t thy feet we humbly bow : 
 G 1 do not our fuit diidain ; 
 Shall we feek thee, Lord, in vain ? 
 Lord, on thee our fouls depend j 
 In compadidn now defcend : 
 Fill our hearts with thy rich grace, 
 Tjine our lips to fing thy praife, . 
 
4 The Lord's SongSy 
 
 2 In thine own appointed way. 
 Now we feek thee, here we ftay ; 
 liord, we know not how to go. 
 Till a blefling thou beftow : 
 
 Send feme me/Tage from thy word. 
 That may joy and peace afford ; 
 Let thy Spirit now impart 
 Full falvation to each heart. 
 
 3 Comfort thofe who weep and mourn. 
 Let the time of joy return j 
 
 Thofe that are caft down, lift up ; 
 Make them ftrong in faith and hope j 
 Grant that all may feek, and find 
 Thee a gracious God and kind ; 
 Heal the fick, the captive free ; 
 Let us all rejoice in thee. 
 
 HYMN IV. Nineteenth Metre. 
 
 The fame SuhjeS. 
 
 X f^ OME, thou Almighty King^ 
 \^ Help us thy name to fmg^ 
 
 Help us to praife : 
 Father all-glorious, 
 O^er all victorious, 
 Come, and reign over us, 
 
 Antienrt of Days. 
 
 .2 Jefus, our Lord, arifc, 
 Scatter thine enemies, 
 
 And make them falL 
 Let thine Almighty aid 
 Our fure defence be made, 
 Our fouls on thee be ftay'd— 
 
 Lord> hear our call! 
 
A Colleaion. 
 
 ^ v^orne, thou Incarnate Word, 
 Gird on thy mighty fword ; 
 
 Cur prayer attend : 
 Come ! and thy psople bicfsp 
 And ^ly^ thy v/ord.fuc.cefs ; 
 Spirit of holinefsj 
 
 Qji us defcend. .. 
 
 4 Come, holy Comforter, 
 Thy facred witnefs bear. 
 
 In this glad hour : 
 Thou, who almighty art. 
 Now rule in every heart. 
 And ne*er from us depart, 
 
 Spirit of power ! 
 
 • To thee, great One in Threej 
 Eternal -praifes be, 
 
 Hence, evermort. 
 His fovereign majei'ty 
 ?Iay we in glory fee, 
 And to eternity 
 
 Love and adore. 
 
 HYMN V. Twenty-fourth Metre. 
 
 *rhe Word of God precious* 
 
 1 T> RECIOUS Bible ! what a tieafure 
 jL Does the word of God afford 1 
 All I want for life or pleafure, 
 
 Food and medicine, Ihield and fword. 
 Let the world account me poor, 
 "Having this, 1 need no recre. 
 B 2 
 
The Lord's Songs^ 
 
 Food, to which the world's a ftranger. 
 Here mj hungry fo^il enjoys ; 
 
 Of excefs there is no danger ; 
 Though it fills, it never cloys t 
 
 On a dying Chrift I feed j 
 
 He is meat and drink ind«£d ! 
 
 When my faith is fatnt and lickly. 
 Or when Satan wounds my mind, 
 
 Cordbls, to revive me quickly. 
 Healing med'cines here I find : 
 
 To the promifes I flee ; 
 
 Each affords a remedy. 
 
 In an hour of dark temptation 
 Satan cannot make me yield ; 
 
 For the word of confolatioa 
 Is to me a mighty fhield. 
 
 While the fcripture truth is fure. 
 
 From his malice Pm fecure. 
 
 Vain his threats to overcome me. 
 When I take the Spirit's fword ; 
 
 Then with eafe I drive him from me ; 
 Satan trembles at the word : 
 
 *Tis a fword for conqueft made, 
 
 Keen the tdgt, and ftrong the blade. 
 
 Shall I envy then the mifer, 
 Doating on his golden ftore ? 
 
 Sure, 1 am, or fhould be, wifer ; 
 I am rich ; 'tis he is poor : 
 
 Jefus gives me, in his word, 
 
 Food and med'cine, fhield and fword. 
 
 Newtok. 
 
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A ColleElion, 
 
 HYMN VI. Third Metre. 
 Before or after the Sermoii. 
 J XTTTITH heart and lips unfeigned, 
 / VV We praife thee for thy word ; 
 We blefs thee for the joyful news 
 Of our redeeming Lord. 
 
 2 Like as the kindly rain 
 Returns not hack to heaven, 
 
 But cheers, and fruitful makes the earth, 
 The end for which t'was given ; 
 
 3 So let thy prefent voice 
 Acconaplifli thy defign ; 
 
 Diftil on all eur thirfty fouls. 
 And confecrate us thine. 
 
 4 Water thy facred {tt^y 
 And give it great increafe ; 
 
 Let neither fowls, nor rocks, nor thorns, 
 Hinder the fruits of peace. 
 
 5 Then, though v/e weeping fow, 
 And tears our hours employ. 
 
 We know we (ball return again, 
 And bring our fheaves with joy. 
 
 HYMN Vn. Twenty-ninth Metre* 
 l^he Poor Sinner, 
 I i 1 OD of my f.ilvation, hear, 
 VJ'' And help mc to believe ; 
 Simply do I now draw near, 
 
 Thy bleffing to receive : 
 Full of guilt, alas ! I am, 
 But to thy wounds for refuge flee 5 
 Friend of fmners, fpotlefs Lamb, 
 Thy blood was jQied for me. 
 
7 he Lord's Songs^ 
 
 2 ITething have I, Lord, to pay^ 
 
 Nor can thy grace procure ; 
 Empty fend me no^^way, 
 
 For I, thou krfow'ft, am poor; 
 Duft and a(hes is my name, 
 My all is lin and milery : 
 
 Friend of unners, ipotlefs Lamb^ 
 
 Thy blood was Ihed for me. 
 
 3 Without money, without price, 
 
 I come, thy love to buy ; 
 From myfelf I turn my eyes ; 
 
 The chief of fmners, I : 
 Take, O-take me as I am. 
 And let me lofe myfelf in thse ; 
 Fiiend of fmnerj?, fpotlefs Lamb,- 
 
 Thy blood v/as fked for me. 
 
 HYMN VIII. Twenty-ninth MetrCo 
 
 The fame SuhjeB, 
 
 J TESUS, friend of flnners, hear,^ 
 J Yet once again, I pray ; 
 From my debt of fm fet clear. 
 
 For I have nought to pay. 
 Speak, O fpeak the kind reicafe i 
 A poor backfliding foul re (lore ; 
 Liove me freely, feal my Deace, 
 And bid me fia no more. . 
 
 i Sin's deceirfulnefs hath fpread 
 An hardnefs o'er my heart ; 
 Let thy Spirit, on me Iheu, 
 Remove the ft^ny part : 
 
A Colleclion. 
 
 Shed thy love, thy tendernefs. 
 And let me feel thy foftening power ; 
 Love me freely, feal my peace. 
 And bid me fm no more. 
 
 %m^ g For this only thing I pray, 
 *JM And this will I require — 
 
 Take the power of fm aw^ay ; 
 
 Take every vain defire * 
 Perfeft me in holinefs. 
 Thine image to my foul reftore ; 
 Love me freely, feal my peace. 
 And bid me fm no more. 
 
 HYMN IX. Firft Metre. 
 
 Ahfenct from God deplored^ 
 
 1 /^ THOU, whofe tender mercies hear 
 \J Contrition's humble figh, 
 Whofe hand, indulgent, wipes the tear 
 From forrow's weeping eye ; 
 
 t See ! low before thy throne of grace 
 A wretched v^anderer mourn ; 
 Haft thou not bid me feek thy face \ 
 Haft thou not faid — Return t 
 
 3 And fhall my guilty fears prevail 
 
 To drive me from thy feet ? 
 O let not this dear refuge fail, 
 This only fafe retreat. 
 
 4 Abfent from thee, my guide, my light, 
 
 Without one cheering ray, 
 Through dangers, fears, and gloomy night. 
 How defoiate my way 1 
 
lo The Lord*s Songs y 
 
 5 O {hine on this benighted heart, 
 
 With bciims ot mercy iliine ; 
 And let thy heaiing voice impart 
 A tatle or joys divine. 
 
 6 Thy prefence only can beftow *'' J/hfj^ 
 
 Delights which n-ivcr cloy j miK 
 
 Be this my foiace here below. 
 And my eternal joy.- 
 
 Mrs. Stsele-, 
 
 HYMN X. Third Metre. 
 Behold, I am vile, 
 
 1 f^\ LORD, how vile am I, 
 vJ' Unholy and unclean ! 
 
 How can A dare to ve-iture nigh. 
 With fuch. a load cf Cm I 
 
 2 Is thi? pol iuti^d .heart 
 A dwelling fit for thee ? 
 
 Swarming,- aias ! in every partj 
 What evils do I fee 1 
 
 3 If I atten-pt to pray, 
 
 And liip thy holy name ; 
 My thoughts are hurried foot 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 The gofpel oft I hear, 
 
 But hear it flill in vain ; 
 Without defire, or love, or fiar> 
 
 1 like a itone remain. 
 
A CoUe8bn. 1 1, 
 
 Myfelf can hardly bear 
 This wretched heart q{ mine ; 
 Kow hateful then mufl it appear 
 To thofe pure eyes of thine 1 
 7 And muft I then indeed 
 Sink in defpair, and die ? 
 Fain would I hope that thou didft bleed 
 
 For fuch a wreieh as 1. 
 S That blood which thou haft fpilt. 
 That grace which is thine own, 
 C- Can cleiinfe the vilell finaers guilt, 
 -JJH And foften hearts of ftone, 
 
 9 Loxv at thy feet I bow j 
 O pity and forgive ; 
 ; Here will I lie and wait, till thou 
 Shalt bid me rife and live. 
 
 Newton, 
 
 HYMN XI. Seventeenth Metre. 
 
 The Satphic Ode, 
 
 1 "T yTT HEN. the fierce north wind, .with his 
 
 VV airy forces, 
 
 ?..ears up the Baltic to a foaming fury, 
 And the red lightning with a ftorm of hail comes 
 Rufhing amain down, 
 
 -2 Howthepoor Tailors Rand amaz'd,and tremble, 
 . While the hoarfe thnnder, like a blooay t: uiiipel 
 •Roars a loud onfet to the gapiug waters, 
 
 Quick to dc!voiir them ! 
 "3 Such fnall the noii'e be, and the wild diforder, 
 (If things eternal Oiay be like tiiefs earthly) 
 -Such the dire terror, when the great Archangel 
 Shakes the creaticn, 
 
1 2 The LorcPs SofigSy 
 
 4 Tears theftrong pillars of the vault of heaven> 
 Breaks up old marble, the repofe of princes * 
 Sec the graves open, and the bones ariiing, 
 
 Flames all around them. 
 
 5 Hark ! the (hrill outcries of the guilty wretches I 
 Lively, bright horror, and amazing anguifh. 
 Stare through their eyelids, while the living 
 
 worm lies Gnawing within them* 
 
 6 Thoughts, like old vultures, prey upon the 
 
 heart-firings, 
 Andthefmarttwinges, when the eye beholds the 
 Lofty Judge frowning, and a fiood of vengeance 
 Rolling afore him. 
 
 7 Hopelefs immortals ! how they fhriek and 
 
 fhiver. 
 While devils puOi themtothe pit wide yawning, 
 Hideous and gloomy, to receive them headlong 
 Down to the centre ! 
 
 S Stop here, my fancy ; (all away, ye horrid, 
 
 Doleful ideas ; ) come, arife to Jefus ; 
 
 How he fitsgodhke, and the faints around him 
 
 Thron'd, yet adoring ! 
 9 Omay I fit there when he comes triumphant. 
 Dooming the nations ! then afcend to glory. 
 While our hofannas, all along the paflage. 
 
 Shout the Redeemer. 
 
 Watts. 
 
 HYMN Xn, Eleventh Metre. 
 
 The Defirtjljall blo/fom as the Rofe. 
 
 I "TpE.OM realms where the day her firft. 
 
 XJ dawning extends. 
 
 The iun of the gofpel in glory afcends 
 
 ■#*« 
 
A Colknion. 13 
 
 Ye forefts, attend, while your children combine. 
 In accents unufual, in tranfports divine. 
 
 2 Involv'd in uncertainty, darknefsand death. 
 The clouds of deftrudion hung over our path, 
 Till yon rifing fplendor enlightenet^ our way, 
 And pointed our fteps to the regions of day. 
 
 t ' 
 ,3 A council on high has been held, to inquire 
 
 Forhelp for mankind, and peace kindled the fire; 
 
 Provifion was made for the nations diftrefs'd, 
 
 And with the rich treafure all lands fhallbebleft. 
 
 4-"The chain of falvation, let down from above, 
 Cemented by juilice, and brightened by love. 
 The fafety of hope, the conduftor of grace. 
 Joins heaven and earth in its mighty embrace. 
 
 5 On high fee our Jefus, the penitent's friend, . 
 With banners of mercy compaffionate bend. 
 Entreating the wretched, rebellious and vile. 
 From ruin to flee, and repofe in his fmile. 
 
 6 The Prince of falvation is coming — prepare 
 A way in the defert, his blefling to Ihare ; 
 He conjesto relieve us from fm and from woes. 
 And bid the dark wildernefs bud like the rofe. 
 
 7 His reign fhall extend from the eaft to the 
 
 wed, 
 Compofe all the tumults of nature to reS: : 
 he day fp^ing of glory illumine the fkies, 
 nd ages on ages of happinefs rife. 
 
 ♦ The brute-hearted temper of man fiiall grow 
 
 tame, 
 1 he wolf and the lion lie down.iwith the lamb ; 
 'ihe bear with the kine (hali contentedly feed, 
 V/hiler childien their young ones in harmony 
 
 ler.d. " C 
 
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14 The Lord*s Songs,. 
 
 9 The ferpent l"kall dart all his venom m vain : 
 The rattlefnake harmlefs fliallbafkonthe plain: 
 The infant fhall play on the hole of the afp. 
 And, fmiling, the folds of the cockatrice grafp. 
 
 lo. No more Ihall the found of the warhoop 
 
 be heard, 
 The ambufh and flaughterro longer be fear'd; 
 The tomaha wk, b aried, fhall ruft in the ground. 
 While peace and good will tothe nations abouado 
 
 1 1 All fpiric of war to the gofpel fhall bow. 
 The bow lie unftrung at the tail of the plough; 
 To prune the young orchard the fpear iluil 
 
 be bent,- 
 And love greet the world with a fmile of con- 
 tent. 
 
 2 2 Hail, fcene of felicity, tranfpoTt and joy! 
 Irora henceforth no evils the faved a:inoy : 
 The leaves of the life-tree to heal tliem arc 
 
 given. 
 Who walk in the light of the unveiled heaven- 
 
 13 Roll forward, dear Saviour, roll forward 
 
 the day. 
 When every creature (hall bow to thy fway; 
 When Africans, Indians, and white m-sn, m 
 
 praife 
 United, one vaii hallelujah fhall raife. A. 
 
 KYMN XIII. Firft Metre. 
 T'he Sinner Aivakened. 
 I A H,Lord ! ah Lord ! what have Idoae? 
 
 £\ What will become of me ?• 
 ' :. What f}i:dl I fav, what fhall 1 do ? " ' 
 t: Or whither fhall 1 flee ? *»., . 
 
A ColleBion. 1 5 
 
 2 By wandering I have loft myfalf. 
 
 And here I make my moan : 
 
 whither, whither have I ftray'd ? 
 Ah, Lord what have 1 done,? 
 
 3 Thy candle fearches all my rooms, 
 
 And now I plainly fee, 
 ,The numerous fins of earth and hell 
 Are fummcd up in me. 
 
 4 The feeds of all the ills that gro';^ 
 
 Are in my garden ibwn. 
 And mul:itudes of them are fprung 5 
 Ah, Lord what have I done ? 
 
 5 -I have been Satan's willing flave» 
 
 And his moft eafy prey ; 
 He was not readier to commaad. 
 Than I was to obey. 
 
 6 Or if at times he left my foul. 
 
 Yet ftill his work went on ; 
 
 1 was a tempter to myfelf ; 
 
 Ah, Lord, what have [ done ? 
 
 7 I pufc at all the threats of heaven, 
 
 And flighted all its charms. 
 Nor Satan's fetters would -I leave 
 For Chrift's inviting arms. 
 
 8 I had a foul, but prized it not ; 
 And now my foul is gone : 
 My forced cries do pierce the {kies ^ 
 Ah, Lord what have 1 done ? 
 
1 6 The Lord^s Songs ^ 
 
 HYMN XIV. Ninth Metre, 
 ^: . , ne Method of Sahaiion. 
 
 1 r-pHEE^ Father, v/eblefs, 
 
 X Whofe diftinguiiliing grace 
 Seledted a people to Ihew forth thy praifc ; 
 
 Nor is thy love knov/n 
 
 By ele(5tion alone, ^ '. 
 
 For, O I thou haft added the gift of thy Sot* 
 
 2 The goodnefs, in vaia ♦** 
 We attempt to explain. 
 
 Which found and accepted a ranfom for men. 
 
 Great Surety Divine ! 
 
 Thou didll not decline 
 To concur in the Father's moft gracious defiga. 
 I 3 To Jefus, our friend. 
 
 Our thanks fhall afcend. 
 Who faves to the utmoft, axxd loves to the end. 
 
 Our ranfom he paid 1 
 
 In his merit array'd, 
 Wc attain to the glory for which w^ewereniad«. 
 
 4 Sweet Spirit of grace, 
 Thy mercy we blefs, 
 
 For thy eminent (hare in the coUnfel cf peace. 
 
 Great Agent Divine I 
 
 To reftore us is thine. 
 And caufe us afrefli in thy likenefs to fhine. 
 
 5 O God ! 'tis thy part, 
 To convince and convert, 
 
 To give a new life, and create a new heart: 
 By thy prefence and grace, 
 \Ve're upheld in our race, ,. 
 
 And are keptty thy love to the end of our days, 
 
A ColleSlion, 17 
 
 6 Father, Spirit and Son, 
 Agree, Three in One, 
 The faU-ation of thole he has marked for his own; 
 Let us too agree 
 To glorify thee, 
 Thou ineffiible One, thou adorable Three. 
 
 Tgplady, 
 
 HYMN XV. Second Metre. 
 Ths Chrijiian's Hiding Place, 
 
 1 T T AIL, fcvereign love ! that firft began 
 JL A The fchemc to refcue fallen man ! 
 Hail, matchlefs, free, eternal grace, 
 
 That gave my foul a hiding place. 
 
 2 Agaiftft the God that built the fky, 
 .p 1 fought with hands uplifted high ; 
 
 Defpis'd the manlions of his grace. 
 Too proud to feek a hiding place. 
 
 3 Enwrapt in dark Egyptian night. 
 And fond of darknefs more than light. 
 Madly 1 ran the fmful rase, 
 Secure without a hiding place ! . 
 
 4 But lo ! th'eternal counfel ran, 
 Almighty love ! arreft the man ; 
 I felt the arrows of diftrefs, 
 A.nd found I had no hiding place ! 
 
 5 Vindidlive iuftice ftood in view ; 
 To Sinai's fiery mount. I flew 1 
 Eut juftice cry'd, with frowning face, 
 This mountain is no hiding place ! 
 
 6 At length, a heavenly voice I heard, 
 And mercy's angel foon appear' d : 
 
 C 2 # ^ 
 
i8 The Lord^s So7igSy 
 
 He led me on a pleafing pace. 
 To Jefus Chrift, my hiding place. 
 
 7 Should ftorms of fevenfold vengeance rolI» 
 And fhake this globe frora pole to pole, . 
 No thunderbolt would daunt my face/ ' 
 For Jefus is nqj hiding place. f 
 
 % A few more rolling funs, at moft, 
 Will land me on fair Canaan's coaft» 
 Where I fhall dug my fong of grace, 
 And fee my glorious hiding 'place. 
 
 HYMN XVI. Firft Metre, 
 
 The Soldier of the Crofs, 
 
 1 A M I a foldier of the crofs, 
 jt\. A follower of the Lamb ? 
 Vv^hy ftiould I fear to own his caufe, 
 
 Or blufh to fpeak his name ? 
 
 2 Are there no foes for me to face ? 
 
 Muft I not ftem the flood I 
 Is this vain world a friend to grace. 
 To help us on to God ? 
 
 , 3 Should I be carried to the fkies 
 On flowery beds of eafe, 
 While others fight to win the prize. 
 And fail through bloody feas ? 
 
 4 Yes, I muft fight if 1 would reign : 
 
 Increafe my courage, Lord, 
 To bear the crct ., endure the Ihame, 
 / ' , Supported by thy vvord. 
 
 5 Thy faints, in all this ^^lorious war, . . , 
 ^^ Shali coD^ucij though they die; '' 
 
A Colled ion. 19 
 
 * They hear the triumph from afar, 
 
 And feize it with their eye. 
 6 When that illuftrious, day fhall rife, 
 And all their armies fhine 
 With robes of vi£tory through the ikies, 
 The glory fhall be thine. 
 
 Watts, 
 
 HYMN XVII. Firft Metre, 
 The EJfort. 
 
 1 A PPROACH, my foul, the mercy-feat, 
 XX Where Jefus anfwers priayer : 
 There humbly fall before his feet, 
 
 For none can perifh there. 
 
 2 Thy promife is my only plea ; 
 
 With this I venture nigh : 
 Thou called burdenM fouls to thee,' 
 And fuch, O Lord, am I. 
 
 ^ Bow*d down beneath a load of fiii, 
 
 By Satan forely pre ft ; .v 
 
 By war without, and fears within, 
 I come to thee for reft. 
 
 4 Be thou »iy fhield and hiding place \ 
 
 That, iheltered near thy fide, 
 I may my fierce accufer face. 
 And tell him, thou haft dy'd, 
 
 5 O wonderous love ! to bleed and die. 
 
 To bear the crofs and fhame ; 
 That guilty linners, fuch as I, 
 Might plead thy gracious name ! 
 
 6 *' Poor tempeft-toffed foul, be ftill. 
 
 My piomis'd grace receive ;" 
 
20 The Lord's Songs ^ 
 
 'Tis Jefus fpeaks — I muft, I will, 
 I can, I do believe. 
 
 Newtok^ 
 HYMN XVIII. Fourteenth Metre. 
 Reft for the Weary, Matth. xi. 28. . 
 
 1 T^OES the Gofpel word proclaim ^,, 
 JL^ Reft, for thoie v/ho weary he ? 
 Then, my foul, put in thy claim ; 
 
 Sure that promife fpeaks to thee ; ,3",^. 
 
 Marks of grace I cannot ftjew ; 
 
 All pQiluted is ray bed ; 
 Yet I weary am, 1 know. 
 
 And the weary long for reft. 
 
 2 Burdened with a load of fin, 
 
 HarafsM with tormenting doubt. 
 Hourly conflicts from within, 
 
 Hourly crolks from without ; 
 All my little ftrengLh is gone , 
 
 Sink I muii without lupply ; 
 Sure upon the earth is jione 
 
 Cun more weary be than I. 
 
 3 la tiie ark the weary dove 
 
 Found a welcome refting-place ; 
 Thus" my Spirit longs to prove 
 
 Reft in Chrift, the ark of grace. 
 Tempeft-tofs'd 1 long have been, • 
 
 And the flood increafes faft ; 
 Open, Lord, and take me in, 
 
 Till the ftorm be oyerpaft. 
 
 4 Safely lodg*d within thy breaft, 
 
 ■r What a wondenpus change I find ! 
 1^ Now I know thy.promisM reft 
 & C^'n compcfe a troubled mind. . 
 
A ColleBion. m 
 
 Yon that wearr are, like me. 
 
 Hearken to the gofpel call j 
 To the ark for refuge flee ; 
 
 Jefus will receive you all \ 
 
 HYMN XIX. ^es^ Metre. 
 Loveji thou me ? John xxi. i6. 
 
 HARK ! my foul, it is the Lord ! 
 *Tis thy Saviour ; hear his word: 
 Jefus fpeaks, and fpeaks to thee. 
 Say, poor (inner, lov*(l tho» me ? 
 
 I deliver'd thee when bound. 
 And whea wounded heal'd thy wound ; 
 Sought thee wandering, fet thee right, 
 Turn'd thy darknefs into light. 
 
 3 Can a woman's tender care 
 Ceafe towards the child fhe bare ? 
 Yes, fhe may forgetful be. 
 
 Yet will I remember thee. 
 
 4 Mine is an unchanging love. 
 Higher than the heights above, 
 
 - Deeper than the depths beneath. 
 Free and faithful, ftrong as death* 
 
 5 Thou fhalt fee my glory foon, 
 When the work of grac^ is done ; 
 Partner of my throne Ihalt be : — • 
 Say, poor finaer, lov'ft thou mc ? 
 
 6 I*ord, It is my chief complaint, 
 
 f That my love is weak and faint : 
 . jw Yet I love thee, and adore ; 
 O for grace io love thee more. 
 
 
 COWPEK. 
 
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 The Lord's Song:^ 
 
 HYMN XX. Seventh Metre. 
 
 LorJi I nv'tll praife thee. I la. XU« 
 
 WILL praife thee crery day, 
 Now thine anger's turn'd away ! 
 
 Comfortable thoughts arife 
 
 From the bleeding facrificc. 
 
 2 Here, in the fair gofpel field, 
 Wells of free falvation yield 
 Streams of life, a plenteous (lore, 
 And my foul fnall thirll no more. 
 
 S Jefus is become at length 
 
 My falration and my ftrength ; w 
 
 And his praifcs fliall prolong. 
 While I live, my pleafant fong. 
 
 4 Praife ye, than, his glorious name ; 
 Publilh his exalted fame ! 
 
 Still his worth your praife exceeds ; 
 Excellent are all his deeds ! 
 
 5 Raife again the joyful found, jjjf 
 Let the nations roll it round ! *vS^ 
 Zion, (hout, for this is he ; 
 
 God the Saviour dwells in thee. 
 
 Cowpn 
 
 JiYMN XXL Twenty-eighth Metre. 
 
 '■m'-' ' ' ^'tjl'ions to Unheli:/. 
 
 I T F to Jefus for relief 
 
 X . My foul has fled by prayer ; 
 Why ihould I give way to grief, ' 
 
 Or i^eart-confuming care ? 
 
! A ColIeBidn. 23- 
 
 Are not all things in his hand ? 
 1 Has he not his promife paft ? 
 
 I Will he then regardlefs (land. 
 And let me fmk at lafl ? 
 
 3 While 1 know his providence 
 
 Difpofes each event, 
 Shall I judge by feeble fenfe. 
 
 And yield to difcontent ? 
 If he worms and fparrows feed, 
 
 Clothe the grafs in rich array / 
 Can he fee his child in need. 
 
 And turn his eyes away ? ' 
 
 3 When his name was qnite unknov/n, 
 
 And fm my life employed. 
 Then he watchM me as his ov/n, 
 
 Or I had been deftroy'd : 
 Now his mercy-feat I know, 
 
 Now by grace am reconcird ; 
 Would he fpare me while a foe, 
 
 To leave me when a child I 
 
 ['"4.. If he all my wants fupply'd 
 When I difdaia'd to pray.; 
 Now his Spirit is my guide, 
 How can he fay me nay I 
 If he would not give me np, 
 yi^ When my foul againft him fought ; 
 S Will he dffappoint the hope 
 ■ Which he himfelf has wrought ? 
 
 ; If he fhed his precious blood 
 To bring me to his fold ; 
 Can I thick that„meaner good 
 He ever will withold ? 
 
14 77;^ LorcPs Songs, 
 
 Satan, vain is thy device ! 
 
 Here my hope refts well afTui'd ; 
 In that great redemption-price, 
 
 I fee the whole fccur'd. 
 
 HYMN XXII. Twelfth Metre. 
 
 y^/us my Ml. Hab. iii. ! 7. 
 
 1 WJ HY (hould I fear the darkeft hour, 
 
 V V Or tremble at the tempter's power? 
 Jefus vouchfafes to be my tower. 
 
 2 Though hot the fight, why quit the Eeldi 
 Why muft I either flee or yield, 
 
 Since Jefus is my mighty (hield ? 
 
 3 When creature comforts fade and die. 
 Worldlings may weep ; but why fhould I? 
 Jefus iiiil lives, and ftill is nigh. 
 
 4 Though all the flocks and herds were dea3/ 
 My foul a famine need not dread, tl 
 For Jefus is my living bread. 
 
 I know not what may foon betide. 
 Or how m.y wants iball be fupply'd ; 
 But Jefus knowsj and will provide. 
 
 6 Though (m would fill me with diftvefs, 
 
 The throne of grace I dare addrefs, 
 
 For Jefus is my righteoufnefs. 
 
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 7 Though faint my prayers, and cold my Iot^ 
 My ftedfaft hope fiiall not remove. 
 
 While Jefus intetcedes above. 
 
A Colledion. 25 
 
 S Agalnft me earth and hell combine ; 
 But on my lide is power divine ; 
 Jefus is ally and he is mine. 
 
 NEWToy. 
 
 HYMN XXIII. Thirty-feventh Metre. 
 Rejoicing in the Lord. Philipp. iv. 4. 
 
 1 TJ EJOICE ; the Lord is King ; 
 Xv Your God and King adore ; 
 Mortals, give thanks, and iing, 
 
 And triumph evermore ; 
 Lift up your heart, lift up your voice ; 
 Rejoice ; again I fay, rejoice. 
 
 2 Jefus the Saviour reigns. 
 
 The God of truth and love ; 
 When he had purged our ftains, 
 
 He took his feat above : 
 .ift up your heart, lift up your voice-; 
 Lejoice ; again I fay, rejoice. 
 
 ^ His kingdom cannot fail, 
 
 He rules o*er earth and heaven ; 
 The keys of death and hell 
 Are to our Jefus given : 
 Lift up your heart, lift up your voice ; j 
 
 Rejoice ; again I fay, rejcice. 
 
 4 He fits at God's right hand. 
 
 Till all his foes fubmit. 
 And bow to his command, 
 
 And fall beneath his feet : 
 Lift up your heart, lift up your voices 
 Rejoice ; again I f«iy, rejcige. 
 
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^6 The Lord^s Songs , 
 
 4 
 
 % 
 
 5 He all his foes fhall quell. 
 
 Shall all our fms deftroy ; 
 And every befom fwcU 
 
 With pure, feraphic joy : 
 Lift up your heart, lift up your voice 
 Rejoice aloud, ye faints, rejoice. 
 
 6 Rejoice in glorious hope ; 
 
 Jefus the judge fli all come, 
 And take his fervants up 
 To their eternal home : 
 Wc foon Ihall hear th'archaagcPs voice $ 
 The trump of God fhall found ; rejoice. 
 HYMN XXIV. Twenty-fourth Metre. 
 Cotifidence in the Prcm'ifes, 
 ^1 *V7^ES 1 fmce God himfelf has faid it», * 
 X On the promife I rely ; '*^S^. 
 
 His good word demands iry credit ; ■$■' 
 What can unbelief reply r 
 ;., He is ftrong, and can fulfil ; 
 ,.fv He is true, and therefore iviU. 
 
 2 Sure the Lord thus far has brought me 
 
 By his watchful, tender care ; 
 Sure 'tis he himfelf has taught me 
 j*t How to feek his £rcc by prayer ; 
 
 ^•'i. Afler fo much mercy paii:, 
 '^ »fWill he give me up at iaft ? 
 
 3 In my Saviour's interceffion, 
 
 Therefore, I will ilill conhde ; 
 Lord, accept my free confeilion ; 
 
 I have fmn'd, but thou hail dy'd : 
 Thjs is all I have to plead, 
 yhis is all the plea I need. 
 
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 KYMN XXV. Thirtieth Metre. 
 Prmfe to the Redeemer. Rev. v. I2, 
 AIL, thou once defpifed Jefus ! 
 
 Hail, thou Galilean King ! 
 Thou didft fuffer to releafe us, 
 Thou didft free falvation bring ! 
 % Hail, thou agonizing Saviour, 
 r ^¥ Bearer of our fm and fhan ^ j 
 ^v' By thy merits we lind favour, 
 W Life is given through thy Eame I 
 
 2 Pafchal Lamb, by God appointed. 
 
 All our fins on thee were laid ! 
 Great High Prieft, by God anointed, 
 
 Thou haft full atonement made ; 
 All thy people are forgiven. 
 
 Through the virtue of thy blood ; 
 .- ' Open'd is the gate of heaven, 
 ,- Peace is made with man and God, 
 
 3 Jefus, hail ! enthton'd in glory, 
 
 There forever to abide I 
 All the heavenly hofts adore thee, 
 
 Seated at thy Father's fide : 
 There for finners thou art pleading* 
 
 There thou doft our place prepare ; 
 Ever for us interceding. 
 
 Till in glory ,we appear. 
 
 4 Worfhip, honour, power and blefting, 
 
 Thou art worthy to receive ; 
 Loudeft praifes, without ceafing, 
 Meet it is for us to give. 
 
28 The Lord's Songs j 
 
 Help, ye bright angelic fpirits ! 
 
 Bring your fweeteft, nobleft lays. 
 Help to fin^ our Saviour's merits, 
 ^^^ Help to ch^nt Immanuel's praifc. if9 
 
 t Lock Hospital Collectiok>i| 
 
 HYMN XXVI. Sixteenth Metre. 
 
 Te Deum, * 
 
 1 T TTOW^ can we adore, **>, 
 JLjL Or worthily praife, 
 
 Thy goodnefs and power, 
 Thou God of all grace I 
 
 With honour and bieffing 
 
 Before thee we fall. 
 Mod gladly confeillng 
 
 Thee Father of all. 
 
 2 The heaven and earth. 
 And water and air, 
 
 To thee owe their birth, 
 
 Subfift by thy care ; 
 While angels are finging 
 
 Thy praifes above, 
 We mortals are bringing 
 
 Our tribute of love. 
 
 5 Thou, Saviour, art one 
 
 With God the Supreme^ 
 His eternal Son, ^ 
 
 And equal with hira : # 
 
 Inverted with glory. 
 
 On high doft thou fit, 
 Whik angels adore thee^. 
 
 And bow at thy feet.. 
 
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 A Collection, 
 
 29 
 
 \ 4 pow great was thy love ! 
 
 How wonderous thy grace ! 
 9t .Thoa cam'll from above 
 To fave a loft race ; 
 And, man to deliver. 
 
 Of woman wail born, 
 That every believer 
 To God might return. 
 
 '*"5 How foon will thy feat 
 Ofjudgment appear ! 
 Prepare us to meet 
 And welcome thee there I 
 Thy witneiTing Spirit 
 ^ In us filed abroad, 
 i!And bid us inherit 
 
 The kingdom of God. 
 
 HYMN XXVII. Fourteenth Metre. 
 Fleeing to Chr'ift under Temptation, 
 
 1 TESUS, lover of my foul, 
 J Let me to thy bofom fly. 
 While the nearer waters roll, 
 
 . While the tempeft ftill is high : 
 )l "J^xdc me, O my Saviour, hide, 
 ' J- Till the itorm of life is pafi ; 
 Safe into the haven guide, 
 
 O receive my foul at lail ! 
 
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 2 Other refuge have I none ; 
 
 Hangs my htlplefs foul on thee ; 
 Leave, ah ! leave me not alone ! 
 btill fupport and comfort me. 
 
 D 2 
 
yy The Lord-s Sangr^ 
 
 All my truft on thee is flay'd. 
 All my help from thee I bring ;. 
 
 Cover my defencelefs bead 
 With the fhadow of. thy wing. 
 
 3 Thou, O Chrift, art all I want ; 
 
 More than all in thee I find : 
 Raife the fallen, cheer the faint, 
 
 Heal the fick, and lead the blind.. 
 Juft and holy is thy name ; 
 
 I am all unrighteoufnefs : 
 Vile and full of fin I am, 
 
 Thou art full of truth and grace*. • 
 
 4. Plenteous grace with thee is founds 
 
 Grace to pardon all my fm : 
 Let the healing ftreams abound, 
 
 Make and keep me pure within : 
 Thou of life the fountain art ; 
 
 Freely let me take of thee ; -^ 
 
 Spring thou up within my heart, 
 
 Rife to all eternity ! 
 
 HYMN XXVIII. Fourteenth Metre. 
 Comfort to the JJIiBed, Ifaiah liv. 
 ENSIVE, doubting, fearful heart, 
 
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 Hear what Chr.ift the Saviour fays ;. 
 Every word fhould joy impart. 
 
 Change thy mourning into praife : 
 Yes, he fpeaks, and fpeaks to. thee,. 
 
 May he help thee to believe ! 
 Then thou prefently wilt fee 
 
 Thou haft little caufs to grieve. 
 
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A CoUe^flon*- 3 1 
 
 2 <*^ Fear thou not, nor be afham'd ; 
 
 All thy forrows foon fhall end : 
 I, who heaven and earth have fram'd, 
 
 Am thy hufband and thy friend : 
 I, the High and Holy Gne, 
 
 Ifrael's God, by all adorM, 
 As thy Saviour will be known, 
 
 Thy Redeemer and thy Lord. 
 
 5 " For a moment 1 withdrew, 
 
 And thy heart was fiUM with pala ; 
 But my mercies Til renew; 
 
 Thou Ihalt foon rejoice again. 
 Though I feem to hide my face. 
 
 Very foon my wrath fhdl ceafe ; 
 iTis but for a moment's fjpace, 
 Ending in eternal peace. 
 
 4 "When my peaceful bow appears. 
 
 Painted on the v/atery cloud, 
 'TIs to diSipate thy fears, 
 
 Left the earth (liouid. be overflowed ; 
 *Tis an em.blem too of grace. 
 
 Of my covenant love a fign : 
 Though the mountains leave their place? 
 w ! Thou fliak be forever mine. 
 
 5 Though afflifted, tempeft-tofs'd, 
 
 Comfortlefs awhile thou art, 
 Do not think thou canfi: be loO ; 
 
 Thoa art graven on my heart. 
 All thy wartes I will repair, 
 
 Thou {halt be rebuilt anew ; 
 And in thee it fliall appear 
 
 "What a God of love can do."' 
 
3^ The Lord's Songs ^ 
 
 HYMN XXIX. Thirty.firft Metre. 
 For the Spirit of Adoption. 
 
 1 T^ATHER (if thou my Father art) 
 
 r Send forth the Spirit of thy Son, 
 Breathe him into my panting heart, 
 
 And make me know as I am known. 
 Make me thy confcious child, that I 
 May Father, jt^hha Father, cry ! 
 
 2 O that the Comforter would come. 
 
 Nor vifit as a tranfient gueft ; 
 But fix in me his conftant home. 
 
 And keep poffeffion of my hrea{} ; 
 A.nd make my foul his lov'd abode. 
 The temple of the indwelling God ! 
 
 3 Ceme, Holy Ghoft, my foul infpire, 
 
 Attefi: that I am born again ; 
 Come and baptize me, Lord, with fire. 
 
 Nor let thy former gifts be vain : 
 O grant the fenfe of fm forgiven, 
 O grant the earneft of my heaven. 
 
 4 give th'indifputable ^g:\\. 
 
 That afcertains the kingdom mine \ 
 That powerful ftarap I long to feel, 
 
 The fignature of love divine: 
 O fned it: in mj heart abroad, 
 Fulncfs of love, of heaven, of God ! 
 
 HYMN XXX. Thlrty-firft Metre. 
 The Fewer of Faith. 
 1 /~\ L0"7E, thou bottomlefs abyfs ! 
 \J My fms are fwallow'd up in thee 
 C 'Ver'd is my unrightcoufnefs, 
 From condemnation I am free ; 
 
A Calledion. 33 
 
 Whilft Jefu's blood through earthandfkics, 
 Mercy, free, boundiefs mercy I cries. 
 
 2 With faith I plunge me in the fea j 
 
 Here is my hope, my joy, my redj 
 Hither, when hell aifaults, I flee ; 
 
 I look into my Saviour's breaft. 
 Away, fad doubts and anxious fear ; 
 Mercy is all that's written there. 
 
 3 Though waves and ftorras go o'er my head, 
 
 Tho' ftrength & health & friends be gone. 
 Though joys be wither'd all, and dead, 
 
 Though every comfort be withdrawn i 
 Stedfaft on this my foul relies — 
 Father, thy mercy never dies I 
 
 4 Fix'd on this ground would I remain. 
 
 Though my heart fail, and flefti decay ; 
 This anchor (hall my foul fuftain. 
 
 When earth's foundations melt away : 
 Mercy's full power I then fhall prove, 
 Lov'd with an everlafting love. 
 
 I^j^ HYMN XXXI. Second Metre. 
 3 "" TV whomjhall fwe go ? John vi. 6B. 
 
 t *' I ^HOU only Sovereign of my heart, 
 ' X My refuge, my Almighty friend ; 
 And can my foul from thee depart. 
 On whom alone my hopes depend ? 
 
 2 Whither, ah ! whither fhail I go, 
 
 A v.retched wanderer from my Lord ? 
 Can this dark world of (in and wo 
 One gUmpfe ofhappinefs aiFord^ 
 
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34 -Z/?*? Lord s Songs, 
 
 3 Eternal life thy words impart ; 
 
 On thefe my fainting Spirit lives ; 
 
 Here fweeter comforts cheer my heart, 
 
 Than all the round of nature gives. 
 
 4 Let earth's alluring joys combine ; 
 
 While thou art near, in vain they call : 
 One fmile, one blifsful fmile of thine, 
 My deareft Lord, outweighs them all. 
 
 5 Thy name my inmoft powers adore ; 
 
 Thou art m.y life, my joy, my care ; 
 Depart from thee ! — 'tis death— 'tis more— < 
 'Tis endlefs ruin, deep defpair I 
 
 6 Low at thy feet my foul would lis ; 
 
 Here fafety dwells, and peace divine : 
 Still let me live beneath thine eye ; 
 For life, eteriaal life, is thine, 
 
 Mrs. Steele, 
 
 HYMN XXXII. Firft Metre. 
 IJkall not vjant. Lament, lii. 24. 
 
 1 TT^ROM pole to pole let others roain,#«-5 
 
 r And fearch in vain for blifs \ T^^-: 
 My foul is fatisfy'd at home ; 
 The Lord my portion is. 
 
 2 Jefus, who on his glorious throne 
 
 Rules heaven 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 bleed removes my fear ; 
 And while he pleads for m.e above. 
 His arm preferves mc here. 
 
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 A ColleBion^ 35 
 
 His word of promife is ray food, 
 
 His Spirit is. my guide ; 
 Thus daily is my ftrength renew'd, 
 
 And all my wants fupply'd. 
 
 For him I count as gain each lofs ; 
 
 Difgrace for him, renown ! 
 Weii may 1 glory in his crofs, 
 
 While he prepares my crown 1 
 
 Let worldlings then indulge their boaft. 
 How much they gain or fpend ! 
 
 Their joys muft foon give up the ghoft, 
 But mine ihail have no end. 
 
 Newton, 
 
 HYMN XXXriL Seventh Metre. 
 My Name is JacoL Gen. xxxii. 27. 
 
 NAY,, I cannot let thee go, 
 Till a blefling thou beftaw ; 
 Do not turn away thy face ; 
 Mine's aa urgent, preffing cafe. 
 
 Dofl: thou afk me, who 1 am I 
 
 Ah iviny Lord, thou know'il my name \ 
 
 \ et the queftion gives a plea 
 
 Tp fupport my fuit with thee, 
 
 Tliou didil once a wretch behold, 
 In rebellou blindly bold, 
 Scorn, thy grace, thy power defy j 
 Thu^oor rebel. Lord, was L 
 
 . Once a fmner, near defpair, 
 3o^i^ thy tnercy-feat by prayer ; 
 M-'fcy heard and fet him free j 
 L'g:d, that mercy camg to Ine, 
 A • 
 
2iS The Lord's Songs, 
 
 5 Many years have paft fince then, 
 Many changes I have feen ; 
 y«t have been upheld till now : 
 "Who could hold me up but thou ? ^^% 
 
 6 Thou haft help'd in every need ; 
 This emboldens me to to plead : 
 After fo much mercy paft, 
 Canft thou let me fmk at laft ? 
 
 No — 1 muft maintain my hold ; 
 'Tis thy goodnefs makes me bold : 
 I can no denial take, 
 When I plead for Jefus' fake. 
 
 Newtom. 
 
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 HYMN XXXIV. Thirteenth Metre. 
 Pra'ife ye the Lord. 
 ORD and God ©f heavenly powers, 
 
 Hallelujah 1 
 Theirs, and O benignly ours : 
 Glorious King, let earth proclaim. 
 Worms attempt to fmg thy name. 
 
 2 Thee to laud in fongs divine, Hallelujah \ 
 Angels and archangels join ; 
 
 We with them our voices raife. 
 Echoing thine eternal praife. 
 
 3 Holy, holy, holy Lord : Hallelujah \ 
 Live, by heaven and earth ador'd : 
 
 Full cf thee, they ever cry, 
 " Glory be t© God on high." 
 
HYMN XXXV. Fifteenth Metre. 
 He that d'welkth in Lnvef diuelleth in God* 
 
 1 T OVE divine, ali love eXcelliag, 
 
 I i Joy of heaven, to earth come down ? 
 Fix in us thine humble dwelling. 
 All thy faithful mercies crown. 
 
 2 Jefus, thou art all companion, 
 
 Pure, unbounded love thoU art s 
 Vilit OS With thy falvation, 
 Enter every lotigiag heart ! 
 
 3 Breathe, O breathe thy loving Spirit 
 
 Into 6very troubled breaft ! 
 Let us all in thel inherit, 
 Let us find that fecorid re^. 
 
 4 Take away our bent of finning ; 
 
 Alpha and Omega be : 
 End of faith, as th^ beginning ; 
 Set our fouls at liberty, 
 
 5 Come, almighty to deliver. 
 
 Let us all thy life receive 1 
 Suddenly return, and never. 
 Never more thy temples leave I 
 
 Thee we would be alv^ays bleiling, 
 - Serve thee as thine hofis above ; 
 Pray, and praife thee v/ithout cealing^ 
 Glory in thy precious love. 
 
 ^' Finilh then thy new creation ; 
 Pure, unfpotted may we be 5 
 Let us lee thy great falvation, 
 Perfeftlv reftored by thee i 
 £ 
 
38 The Lord^s Songs ^ 
 
 8 Changed from glcry into glory, 
 
 'Till in heaven we take our place, 
 
 • Till we caft our cro •ns before rhee^ 
 Loft in wonder, love and praife ! 
 
 HYMN XXXVI. Eighth Metre. 
 
 The Death of the Saint Deftrable. 
 
 ] AH! lovely appearance of death ! 
 ,/jL No fight upon earth is fo fair : 
 Not all tTie gay pageants that breathe 
 Can with a dead body compare. 
 
 2- With fokran delight I furvey 
 
 The corpfe, when the fpirit is fled. 
 In love with the beautiful clay. 
 And longing to lie in its ftead. 
 
 3 How bleft is our brother, bereft 
 
 Of all th^t could burden his mind \ 
 How eafy the foul that has left 
 This weaHfome body behind 1 
 
 4 Of evil incapable, thou, 
 
 Whofe riches with envy I fee, 
 No longer in rriifery now^, 
 No longer a finner, like me. 
 
 5 This earth is affli<fted no more 
 
 With ficknefs, or fnaken with pain 5 
 The war in the members is o'er, 
 And never fnall vex him again. 
 
 6 No anger henceforward, or fhame. 
 
 Shall redden this innocent clay ; 
 Extinft is the animal flrme, 
 And paflion'is vanilh'd away. 
 
A Colledlon. 39 
 
 7 This languifhing head is at rsft ; 
 
 Its thinking and aching is o'er ; 
 This quiet, immoveable breaft 
 Is heav'd by affli^ion no more, 
 
 8 This heart is no longer the feat 
 
 Of trouble and torturing pain ! 
 It ceafes to flutter and beat ; 
 It never Oiall flutter again. 
 
 ^ T/ie lids he fo feldom could clofe, 
 By forrow forbidden to fleep, 
 SeaPd up in eternal reoofe, 
 
 Have (Irangely forgotten to weep. 
 
 10 The fountains can yield no fuppiies, 
 
 Thefe hollows from w^ter are free .; 
 The tears are all wip'd from thefe eyes. 
 And evil they never fhall fee, 
 
 1 1 To mourn and to fuffer is mine, 
 
 While bound in a prifon I breath j 
 And dill for deliverance pine. 
 And prefs to the iiTues of death. 
 
 12 What now yirith my tears I bedew, 
 
 O might I this moment become 5 
 My fpirit created anew, 
 
 JAy flelh be configned to the tomb. 
 
 Whitfield. 
 HYMN XXXVri.. Second Metre. 
 Not aJhd.Tied of Chrif., 
 
 I TESUS! and fhall it ever be— 
 J A mortal man afham'd of thee ? 
 Afham'd of thee, whom angels praife, 
 Whofe glory fhines through endlefs days \ 
 
^o The Lord's Songs^ 
 
 3 AHiamM of Jefns ! fooner, far. 
 Let evening blufh to own a ftar : 
 He fheds the beams of light divine 
 O'er this benighted foul of mine. 
 
 3 Afham'd of Jefus ! juft as foon 
 Let midnight be afham'd of noon : 
 ^Tis midnight with my foul, till Hci, 
 Bright morning ftar [ bid darknefs fi^?^ 
 
 4 Afham*d of Jefus ! that dear friend, 
 On whom my hopes of heaven depend t 
 No — when I blufh, be this my fhame. 
 That I no more revere his name. 
 
 5 Afnam'd of Jefus 1 yes, I may, 
 When I've no guilt to wafh awa,y. 
 No tears to v/ipe, no good to crav<:. 
 No fears to quell, no foul to fave. 
 
 6 Till then — nor is my boafting vain— ^ 
 Till then, I boafi: a Saviour Sain : 
 And, O ! may this my glory be, 
 That Chrift is not afham'd of me. 
 
 ^ His inftitutions would I prize, 
 
 Take up the crofs, the (};ame defpife. 
 Dare to defend his noble caufe, 
 And yield obedience to his laws. 
 
 Grsgg^ altered by FranciSc 
 HYMN XXXVIIL Firft Metre. ^ ' 
 'The Heavenly jerufnletru. 
 I JERUSALEM, my happy home, 
 ' J O how I long for thee ! 
 When will my forrows have an end^ 
 - Thy joys when fhall I fee ? ' 
 
Jl Colled ion, 41 
 
 '^ Thy walls are all of precious ilone, 
 Moft glorious to behold ; 
 Thy levsral gates are each one pearl, 
 Thy ftreets are pav'd with gold. 
 
 3 Thy river, and thy fruitful tree, 
 
 Thy garden, and thy green. 
 Through dazzling light, by human fight ■ 
 Could never yet be feen, 
 
 4 If heaven be thus, moft glorious Lord, 
 
 Why fnould I fly from thence ? 
 What folly *tis that I fhould dread 
 To die, and go from hence 1 
 
 ^ Reach down, reach down thine arm ofgrace. 
 And caufe me to afcend, 
 Where congregations ne'er break up, 
 And fabbaths never end. 
 
 6 Jefus, my love, to glory's gone ; 
 
 Him will I go and fee ; 
 And you, my brethren here below. 
 Will foon come after me. 
 
 7 There we fhall meet, and no more part. 
 
 And heaven ihall ring with praife ; 
 While Jefus' love, in every heart, 
 Shall tune the fong, free grace. 
 
 8 Millions of years around may run— . 
 
 Our fong Ihall ftill go on. 
 To praife the Father and the Son, 
 And Spirit, Three in One. 
 
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4^ The Lord^s Spngs^ 
 
 9 When we've been there ten thoufand ye^rs. 
 Bright ihining like the fun, * 
 
 ' We've no lefs days to fmg God's praife, 
 Than when v.-t firft begun. 
 
 Ao 
 HYMN XXXIX. Fira Metre. 
 God's Domimon and Lhcrees* 
 
 1 TT" EEP filence, all created things, 
 J.\, And wait your Maker's nod'; 
 
 The mufe ftands trembling, while {he fings 
 The honours of her God. 
 
 2 Life, deat'h and hell, and vrorlds unknown^ 
 
 Hang on his firm decree ; '* 
 
 He f]ts,^ no precarious throne. 
 Nor borrows leave to be. 
 
 3 Th'Almighty voice bid antient night 
 
 Her endlefs realms refign, 
 And, lo ! ten thoufand globes of light 
 
 In fields of azure, ftine. 
 ,?4^Now wifdcm,. with fuperior Avay, 
 ; ,G]^^d6s the vad moving frame, 
 l/^'ilR all the ranks of beings pay 
 
 Deep reverence to his name. 
 Kc fpake ; the fun obedient ftood^ 
 
 And held the failing day ; 
 Old Jordan backward drives his iiood^ 
 
 And difappoints the fea. 
 
 Lord of the armies d£ the fky. 
 
 He raarfhals all the ftars ; 
 Red comets lift their banners high, 
 
 And wide proclaina his w.ai*» 
 
^ Chain'd to his throne a volume lies. 
 With all the fates of men. 
 With every angel's' form and fize. 
 Drawn by tH' eternal pen. 
 
 8 Hir. providence unfolds the book, 
 
 And makes his counfel ftme ; 
 Each opening leaf, and every ilrokej, 
 Fulfils fome deep defign. 
 
 9 Here he exalts neglcdted worms 
 
 To fceptres and a crown ; 
 Anon the following page he turns., 
 And treads the monarch down. " 
 
 10 Not Gabriel afks the reafon v.-hv. 
 
 Nor God the reafon gives ; 
 Nor dares the favourite angel pry 
 Between the folded leaves. 
 I r My God, 1 never long'd to lee 
 My fate, with curious eyes ; 
 "What gloomy lines are writ for niCs 
 Or what brighJ fcenes (hall rife. 
 X 2 In thy fair book of life and grace 
 May I but find my name 
 H-ecorded in fo.nie humble place, 
 Etneath my Loid the Lamb. 
 
 Watts, 
 HYMN XL. Firft Metre. 
 CGtidefcending Grcce. 
 a TTTHEN the Eternsl bows the (kies^ 
 V V To vifit earthly thingj^, 
 V/ith fcorn divine he turns his eyes 
 From tov/ers of liaughty kings ; 
 
44 7'/6^ Lord^s So7rgs^ 
 
 Z Rides on a cloud difdalnful by 
 A faltan, or a czar, 
 Laughs at the worms that rife fo high, 
 Or frowns 'em from afar. 
 
 3 Ke bids his awful chariot roll 
 
 Far downward from the fkies, 
 To vifit every humble foul, 
 With pleafure in his eyes. 
 
 4 Why fhould the Lord that reigns above 
 
 Difdain fo Jofty kings ? 
 Say, Lord, and why fuch looks of love 
 Upon fuch worthlefs things ? 
 
 5 Mortal, be dumb ; what creature dares 
 
 Difpute his awful will ? 
 Afk no account oi his affairs, 
 But tremble, and be ftill. 
 
 6 Juft like his nature is his gT'dce, 
 
 All fovereign, and all free : 
 Great God, how fearchlefs are thy ways ! 
 How deep thy judgments be ! 
 
 Watts. 
 
 HYMN XLL Second Metre. 
 
 God Suprejne and Self-sufficient, 
 
 I "TTTHAT is our God, or what his name, 
 V V Nor men can learn, nor angels reach : 
 He dwells conceaPd in radiant flame, 
 
 Where neither eyes nor thoughts can reach. 
 
 % The fpacious worlds of heavenly light, 
 
 Compax'd with him, how ibort they fall! 
 
A Collection. 45 
 
 They arc too dark, and he top bright ; 
 Nothing arc they, and God is ail. 
 
 3 He rpoke the wonderous word, and^ io. 
 
 Creation rofe at his command ! 
 Whirlwinds and leas their limits know. 
 Bound in the hollow of his hand 1 
 
 4 There reds the earth, there roll the fpheres. 
 
 There nature leans, and feels her prop ; 
 But his own felf-fufficience bears 
 The weight ol his own glories i;p. , 
 
 5 The tide of creatures ebbs and flows^ 
 
 Meafur^g their changes by the moon i 
 No ebb his fea of glory knows ; 
 |iib age is one eternal noon. 
 
 6 Then fly, my fong, an endlefs round % 
 
 The lofiy tune let Gabriel raife ; 
 All nature d'.v^ll upon the found : 
 JBut we ci^. ne'er fulfil the praife, 
 
 HYMN X' /. Thirty-foqrlh Metre, 
 
 'Jd PUgrim. 
 
 X /^OME, uu igri.n travellers 
 
 V-/ Who're -.o Canaan's land^ 
 
 Take courage, ')• valiantly ; 
 
 Stand faH: v?;, ^ in hand. 
 Our gloriors Cap. 
 
 •To open all th" ■ , 
 
 And by his arrn.^ a- /^"--Y 
 
 : We're fure to wii . iay. 
 
4^ The Lord*s Songs ^ 
 
 2 We trace a howling wildernefs 
 
 For Canaan's peaceful fhore ; 
 A land of drought and pits we pafs, 
 
 Where threatening tempefts roar. 
 Bat Jefus kindly has engag'd 
 
 To lead us in the way ; 
 If enemies examine us 
 
 He'll teach us what to fay. 
 
 3 Good morning, brother traveller ; 
 
 Pray tell rne what's your name ? 
 And what's the place you're going to, 
 
 And that from whence you came I 
 Bold Pilgrim, is the name I bear : 
 
 To Canaan I am bound : 
 I'm from deftrudtion's trembling gate, 
 
 And the enchanted ground. 
 
 4 Pray what is that upon your head, 
 
 That fhines fo char and bright ? 
 And what the covering on your breaft. 
 
 So dazzling to my fight ? 
 What kind of fiioes are thofe you wear. 
 
 On which you boldly ftand ? 
 Alfo that (hining inftrument 
 
 You hold in your right hand ? 
 
 5 My helmet it is glorious hope, 
 
 And faith is my bright fhield, 
 The Spirit's fword I've drawn to fighti 
 
 Until I win the field. 
 My feet are fhod with gofpel-peace^ 
 
 On which 1 boldly ftand ; 
 J^efolv'd to fight until 1 die, 
 
 To win fair Canaan's land* 
 
A Colledion. 47 
 
 <i YouM better ftay with me, young man. 
 And give your journey o'er : 
 Your Captain he is out of fight, 
 
 His face you'll fee no more. 
 Mr name it is Apollyon known ; 
 
 This land belongs to me ; 
 And for your arms and pilgrim's drefs 
 I'll give it all to thee. 
 7 No, no, replies the pilgrim bold, 
 Your offers I difdain ; 
 For glittering crowns, more rich than gold? 
 
 1 Ihortly fiiail obtain. 
 Laid up they are for faithful ones, 
 
 Who love their Lord*s command ; 
 1 there fhall fhortly be with him, 
 To enjoy the promised land. 
 
 A, 
 HYMN XLIIL Twenty-Fifth Metre. 
 The dying Chr'ijlian to his Soul. 
 
 1 "TT ITAL fpark of heavenly flame, 
 
 V Quit, Oh! quit this mortal frame j 
 Trembling, hoping, lingering, flying, 
 O, the blifs the pain of dying ! 
 
 Ceafe, fond nature, ceafe thy ftrife. 
 And let me languifti into life. 
 
 2 Hark ; they whifper ; angels fay, 
 Sifter fpirit, corrie away. 
 
 What is this abforbs me quite ? 
 Steals my fenfes, ftiuts my fight ? 
 Drowns my fpirit, draws my breath ? 
 Tell me, my foul, can this be .death ? 
 
48 The Lbrd^s Songs j 
 
 3 Thd Wdrld recedes ; it difappcars ? 
 Heaven opens on mj ejts \ mj ears 
 
 With founds leraphic ring ! 
 Lend, lend, your Wings ! I mount ! I fij I 
 O grave ! where is year vidory ? 
 O death 1 where is your fting ? 
 
 Po?i, 
 
 HYMN XLIV. Sixteenth Metre. 
 ^he Fountain, Zech. xiii. li 
 
 i 'T^HEfounc-:.! ofChriH 
 X . %-AJSft nne tc fmg. 
 The blood of our Priellj 
 Our crucify'd King ; 
 Which perfe<^ly cleanfes 
 . From fin and from filth; 
 And richly difpenfes 
 Salvation and health, 
 
 3 This fountain, fo dear, 
 
 He'll freely impart : 
 Unlock'd by the fpear, 
 
 it gufh'd from his heart. 
 With blood and with watery 
 
 The firft to atone, 
 To cleanfe us the latter : 
 
 The fountain's but one. 
 
 5 This fountain frbm guilt 
 Not only makes pure, 
 And gives, foon as feltj 
 Infallible cure 
 
A Colletilm. 49 
 
 Bt7t if guilt, removed. 
 
 Return and remain, 
 Its power may be pr6"^e5 
 
 Again and again, 
 
 4 This fo'ir.tain. unfeal'd, 
 
 Stsnr's open {or all 
 Th2t \oT.<g to bs heal'd, 
 
 The great and the fmall ; 
 Here's urength for the weakly 
 
 That hither are led. 
 Here's health for the ficklj. 
 
 And life for the dead. 
 
 5 This fountain, though richj 
 
 From charge is quite clear s 
 The poorer the wretch, 
 
 The welccmer here. 
 Come needy, ccnie guilty, 
 
 Come loathfome and bare % 
 You can't come too filthy — - 
 
 Come jail: as you are. ~ 
 
 ^ This fountain in irain 
 Has never been try*d 5 
 It takes out all ftain, 
 
 , Whenever apply'd : 
 The water flows Aveetly 
 
 With virtue divine. 
 To cleanfe foul-s completely. 
 Though leprous as mine. 
 
 ttARt, 
 
5^ The Lord's Songs ^ 
 
 HYMN XLV. Twenty.fixth Metre. 
 
 The March, 
 
 I 'TT^ HE voice of free grace 
 
 X Cries, Efcape to the mountaia ; 
 To Adams loft race 
 
 There is opened a fountain, 
 For lin and tranfgreffion, 
 
 And every pt)llution : 
 The blood it iiows freely 
 
 In ftreams of falvation : 
 Hallelujah to the Lamb, 
 
 Who purchas'd our pardon, 
 We will praife him again 
 
 When we pafs over Jordan. 
 
 2 This fountain fo clear, 
 
 In which all may find pardon. 
 From Jcfus Chrift's fide flows 
 
 In plenteous redemption ; 
 Though your fms they were raifcd 
 
 As high as a mountain, 
 The grace ftill flows freely. 
 
 So high is the fountain. 
 Hallelujah to the Lamb, 
 
 Who purchas'd our pardon ; 
 We will praife him again, 
 
 When we pafs over Jordan, 
 
 3 O Jefus, ride on ; 
 
 Thy kingdom is glorious ; 
 Over fin death and hell 
 Thou wilt make us vi<5lonous t 
 
A CoUeSiion, 51 
 
 Thy name fhall be praifed 
 
 In the great congregations 
 And Saints fhall delight in 
 
 Afcribing falvation. 
 Hallelujah to the Lamb, 
 
 Who purchased our pardon 5 
 We will praife him again 
 
 When we pafs over Jordano 
 
 4 When on Zion we ftand, 
 
 Having gainM the bleft fhorc. 
 With our harps in our hands 
 
 We will praife him evermore ; 
 We will range the bkfs'd fields, 
 
 By the banks of the river, 
 And fing hallelujahs 
 
 Forever and eve/. 
 Hallelujah to the Lamb, 
 
 Who purchas'd our pardon | 
 We will praife him again 
 
 When we pafs over Jordan. 
 
 A. 
 
 HYMN XLVL Firft Metre. 
 The Sighing of the Prifoner. Job xxviii, 
 X f~\^ that I knew the fecret place 
 V^ Where I might find my God ! 
 Soon I would come before his face 
 And fpread my woes abroad, 
 
 % There I would tell how fins arife, 
 What forrows I fuftain ; 
 How grace decays, and comfort dies 3 
 And leaves my heart in pain \ 
 
5^ The Lord^s Smgs^ 
 
 3 What arguments would I there tai:e ! 
 
 How vvrcitle with my God ! 
 Would plead my caufe tor mercy's lake,' 
 And for my Saviour*s blood i 
 
 4 My God woi^ld pity my complaints. 
 
 Would know my bittereft rnoan. 
 Would ftay my fpirit when it faints. 
 And take ih'unuttsr'ci grqaa. 
 
 5 Arife, my foul, from deep diftrefs. 
 
 That favoured place is near ; 
 He calls thee to his throne of grac^. 
 To Ipread thy (brrows there. 
 
 Watt5^ ^ 
 
 HYMN XLVII. Forty.firft Metre. 
 Tks Pardmun^ Qod, Micah vii. i8. 
 
 1 1^ RE AT God of wonders, all thy ways 
 V_3r Are raatchlefs, godlike and divine ; 
 But the fair glories of thy grace 
 
 More godlike and unrivali'd (hine. 
 Who is a pardcniag God like thee ? 
 And who has grace fo rich and free ? 
 
 2 Crimes of fuch honor to forgive. 
 
 Such guiity, darmg worms to ipare. 
 This is thy grand prerogative, 
 
 And none fnaii in the honour fhare. 
 Who is a pardoni]^^ God like thee i 
 Qr wii<> hsf.^ gra.c^ fo li.^k azid i^^e f 
 
A Colkclion. 53 
 
 3 Anq^eis and men, refign your claim 
 
 To pity, mercy, love aad grace ; 
 Thefe glories crown Jehovah's name 
 
 With an incomparable blaze. 
 Who is a pardoning God like thee ? 
 Or who has grace fo rich and free ? 
 
 4 In wonder loft, with trembling joy 
 
 We take the pardon of our God ; 
 Pardon for crimes of deeped dye, 
 
 A pardon bought with Jefus' blood. 
 Who is a pardoning God like thee ? 
 Or who has grace fo rich and free ? 
 
 5 O may this ftrange, this matchlefs grace, 
 
 This godlike miracle of love. 
 Fill the wide earth with grateful praife, 
 
 And all th'angelic hofts above ! 
 Who is a pardoning God like thee ? 
 Or who has grace \o rich and free ? 
 
 Davies, 
 
 HYMN XLVTII. Firft Metre, 
 The Returning Backjlider. 
 
 J J^TpHE Lord is kind in all his ways, 
 J. V7hen moft they i^^m fevere ; 
 He frov/ns, and fcourges and rebukes. 
 That I may learn his fear. 
 
 a With thorns he fences up my path. 
 And builds a wall around. 
 To guard me from the death that lurks 
 ItX lift's forbidden ground. 
 
 F 2 
 
54 T^k^ Lor^^s SmgSy 
 
 3 When other lovers, fought ia vaia, 
 
 iviy fond addrefs deipife. 
 He opens lids induigcn5: arms,- 
 With picv in his eyes. 
 
 4 Return, my wandeiing leal, return. 
 
 And feek his tender breaft ; 
 Call back ibe mcinory ct thole days. 
 When there thou ioaiid'H thy reft. 
 
 ^ Behold, great Qod ! I come to thee. 
 Though bluffees veil my face ; 
 Conftrain'd my laft retreat to feek: 
 In thy much hijur'd grace. 
 
 HYMN XLIX. Seventh Metre. 
 Di'cine Sovereignty and.. Wifdom. 
 
 1 jf~^ CD is King ; ye lands rejoice, 
 \Jf Lift, ye ifles, a thankful voice ; 
 Shout, ye faints, in joyful ilrains ; 
 God, your God and Father, reigns. 
 
 2 He ccntrouls tjie fons of pride ; 
 Sirs above the raging tide j 
 None his mighty hand can ftay, 
 None refiH his fovereign fway, 
 
 3 Thoughts are vain againft the Lord j 
 All fubferve his fwanding word j 
 Satan hinders, men objecft : 
 
 Yet what they oppofe, effe(5t. 
 
 4 O how deep his coimfel lies ! 
 Kow unfathomably wife ! 
 Kvery wa^ his will is donjs. 
 Every way his power is fhown. 
 
^ GolUBion. 51 
 
 5 Subje<5ls of the Lord, be boM ; 
 Ail his plan will foon unfold ; 
 Wheels encircling wheels combine 
 To compleie the grand deQgn. 
 
 6 Bleft is faith, that trufts his power ; 
 Blelt is hope, that waits his hour ; 
 Let the glorious clofe appe^ir ; 
 Halle, great conqueror, bring it near. 
 
 HYMN L. Firft Metre. -. 
 
 "#• 
 
 Chrt/i our W'-fdom^ RTghteoufnefs, SanSlflcatioit 
 and Redempii:jn. 
 
 1 TJ ELIEVERS own they are but blind ; 
 IJ They own therafeives unwiie ; 
 
 But wifdom in the Lord they find, 
 Who opens all their eyes. 
 
 2 Unrighteous are they all when try'd ; 
 
 But God himfelf declares. 
 In Jefus they are j unified ; 
 His righteoufnefs is theirs. 
 
 3 That we're unholy, needs no proof; 
 
 We forely feel the till ; 
 But Chrift has holinefs enough 
 To fanclify us all. 
 
 4 Exposed by (In to God's juft wr^th, 
 
 We look to Chrift, and view. 
 Redemption in his blood by faith. 
 And full redemption too. 
 
 5 Some this, fome that, good virtue teach. 
 
 To redllfy the foul : 
 But we firft after Jefus reach, 
 And richly grafp the whole. 
 
;S The Lord's Songs^ 
 
 KYMN LI, Twenty.fourth Metre, 
 Praife to the Redeemfr. 
 
 1 T ET us lovcy undjin^j and luondUr ; 
 JLj; Let us praift the Saviour's name ; 
 He has hufh'd the law's loud thunder^ 
 
 He has quench'd Mount Sinai's flame* 
 He has vtaih'd us in his blood, 
 He has brought us nigh to God. 
 
 2 Let us lo^e the Lord vrho 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 wafh'd us in his blood, 
 He prefents our fouis to God. 
 
 ^ Let Msfing, though fierce temptatloa 
 Thre-riten hard to bear us dov^-n ; 
 For the Lord, our ftrong faivaticn. 
 
 Holds in view the cf)nqueror's crowxL 
 He who wafh'd us in his blood, 
 Soon will bring us home to God, 
 
 4 Let us ^ivonder ; grace and ju (lice 
 
 Join, and point to mercy's ftore : 
 When, through grace, in Chrift our trufl is> 
 
 Juftice fmiles, and afks no more. 
 He who who wafti'd us with his blood, 
 Has fecard our way to God. 
 
 5 Let us pralfey and join the chorus 
 
 Of the faints enthron'd on high ; 
 Jiere they truff ed him before us ; 
 Now iheir praiies fill the iky. 
 
A ColkBtm, 57 
 
 " Thou haft wafh'd us with thy bipod ; 
 Thou art worthy. Lamb of God !" 
 
 Hark ! the name of Jefus, founded 
 Loud from golden harp-s above I 
 
 Lord, we blufti, and are confonnded ; 
 Faint our praifes, cold our love } 
 
 Wafli our fouls and fongs with blood. 
 
 For by thee we come to God. 
 
 Newtow* 
 
 HYMxNF LIL Firft Metre. 
 Ughi Shining out of Darkmfs, 
 
 OD moves in a myfterious way,^ 
 Hts wonders to perform ; 
 He plants his footfteps in the fea„ 
 And rides upon the ftorm. 
 
 •G 
 
 2 Deep in unfathomable mines 
 
 Of never failing (kill, 
 He treafures up his bright designs, 
 And works his fovereign will. 
 
 3 Ye fearful faints, frefh courage take ; 
 
 The clouds you fo much drrad 
 Are big with mercy, and ftali break 
 In biefliEigs on your head. 
 
 4 Judge not the Lord by feeble fenfe. 
 
 But truil him for his gr^^ce ; 
 Behind a frowning providence 
 He hides a fmilmg face. 
 
5 8 The Lord*s Songs ^ 
 
 f His purpofes will ripen faft. 
 Unfolding every hour ; 
 Th« bud niay have a bitter tafte. 
 But fweet v.-iil be the fiov^er. 
 ^ Blind unbelief is ft:re to err. 
 And fcan his 'work in vain : 
 God is his pwn interpreter, 
 And he Vi'-iU make it plain, 
 
 Cowpsx* 
 
 HYMN LIII. Firft Metre. 
 
 I ^ I ''HE moon has but a borrowed %ht> 
 X. A faint and feeble ray ; 
 She ov/-es her beauty to the nigh.t. 
 And hides herfelf by day. 
 9 No cheering warmth her beam conveys. 
 Though pleafmg to behold ; 
 We might upon her brightnefs gaze 
 Till we were tVirv'd v.ith cold. 
 
 3 Juft fuch is all the light to maa 
 
 Which reafon can impart ; 
 It cannnot (how one obje<5t plain. 
 Nor Vv-arm the frozen heart. 
 
 4 Thus moon-light viev/s of truth diviae 
 
 To many fatal prove ; 
 For what avails in gifts to fhine. 
 Without a fpark of love ? 
 1^ The gofpel, like the fun at rioon, 
 Affords a glorious light ; 
 Then human reafon's bca{^.ed mooa 
 Appears no longer brightc 
 
A ColleBlon. j^ 
 
 6 And grace not only light beflows^ 
 But adds a quickening power ; 
 The defert bloiroms like the rofe, 
 
 And fin prevails no more. Newtom* 
 
 HYMN LIV. Firft Metre. 
 Reigning Grace, 
 
 2 l^JT^^^ ^^Y ^^^ Lord reveal his face, 
 xNI And teach our ftamrnering tongues 
 To make his fcfvereign, reigning grace. 
 The fubje<5t of our fongs ! 
 
 2 No Tweeter fubjecl can invite 
 
 A fmner^s heart to fing. 
 Or more difplay the glorious right 
 Of our exalted King. 
 
 3 This fubje^ fills the ftarry plains 
 
 With wonder, joy and love ; 
 And furBillies the nobleft ftrains 
 For ail the harosabove. 
 
 4 'Twas grace rhat called our fouls at £rft j 
 
 By grace thus far vve'ere come ; 
 And grace will help us through ihe worft. 
 And lead us fafely home. 
 
 5 Lord -"A/hen this changing life is paft, 
 
 If \vp, may fee thy face ; 
 How fhall we praife and love at laft, 
 And ling the reign of grace ! 
 
 6 Yet let us aim, while here beiow, 
 
 Thy mercy to difplay ; 
 And own at leaft the debt we owe 3 
 Although we cannot pay. 
 
 Newxojj, 
 
6» The. hordes Songs^ 
 
 HYMN LV. Twent7-third ^fetre. 
 
 Chrlfl the Lord* 
 
 r 1^ yriGHTY God, while angels blefstliee, 
 XV JL May an infant lifp thy name ? 
 Xoid of men as well as angels, , 
 
 Thou art every creature's theme. 
 Hallelujah, 
 Hallelujah, Hallelujah 1 Amen. 
 
 £ Lord of every land and nation. 
 Ancient of eternal days I 
 Sounded through the wide creatiori 
 JBe thv juft and lavv^ful praife. 
 Hallelujah ! 
 
 J For the grandeur of thy nature. 
 
 Grand, beyond a feraph's thought. 
 For created works of power, 
 
 Works with fkili and kindnefs wrought -j 
 Hallelujah ! 
 
 4 For thy provMence, that goverfjs 
 
 Thyough thy empire's wide domain ; 
 Wings an angel, guides a fparraw ; 
 Blefied be thy gentle reign. 
 Hallelujah I 
 
 5 But thy rich, thy free redemption. 
 
 Dark through brightnefs all along-« 
 Thought is poor, and poor exprefTion \ 
 Who d;are fmg that awful fong^ 
 Hallelujah! 
 
A Collection. ^\ 
 
 I Brightnefs of* the Faiher's glory. 
 Shall thy praife unutter'd lie \ 
 Fly, my tongue, fuch guilty iiieuce 1 
 Sing the Lord who cailie to die. 
 Hallelajah \ 
 
 Did bright angels fing thy coming ? 
 
 Did the liiepherds learn their lays ? 
 Shame would cover nie, ungrateful, 
 
 Shoud my tongue retufe to praife. 
 Hallelujah ! 
 
 From the higheft throne in glory. 
 To the crpis of deepeft woe ; 
 
 All to ranfom guilty captives- 
 Flow my praife, forever iloWo 
 Hallelujah ! 
 
 Go, return, immortal Saviour ; 
 
 Leave thy fuotftool, take thy throne 5 
 Thence return, and reign forever ; 
 
 Be the kingdom all thy own. 
 Hallelujah, &c. 
 
 ilo2.1NS0H. 
 
 HYMN LVL Eighteenth M«tre, 
 Firji Love, 
 
 1 /^ K 1 how happy are they * 
 V^ Who their Saviour obey, 
 
 And have laid up their treafura above j 
 Never tongue could exprefs 
 The fweet comfort and peace 
 
 Cf a foul in its eailieU love I 
 
 G 
 
€2 The hordes Sengs, 
 
 2 That rejoicing was mine, 
 When the favour. divine 
 
 1 firft found in the blood of the Lamb ; 
 
 With my heart I believ'd, 
 
 And the joy I receiv'd : 
 What a heaven I found in his name ! 
 
 3 All I fougtt here below, 
 
 Cv Was, my Saviour to know ; 
 cJV^Thc angels could do nothing more) 
 And to fall at his feet, 
 And the ftory repeat, 
 And the lover of finners adore. 
 
 4 Jefus, all the day long, 
 Was my joy and my fong ; 
 
 O that all, his falvaiion might fee J 
 He bath lov'd me, I cry*d, 
 He hath faffer'd and dy'd, 
 
 To redeem fuch a rebel as me. 
 
 5 On the wings of his love, 
 I was carried above ; 
 
 The temptations of pleafure were vainj 
 And 1 could not believe 
 That I ever fhoald grieve. 
 
 Or Ihould ever be tempted again. 
 
 6 As I rode on the fky, 
 Juftified from on high. 
 
 Could i envy Elijah his feat ? 
 
 My glad foul riiountsd higher. 
 
 In a chariot of fire, 
 And the moon rolkd unde? my feet« 
 
A C oiled ion^ 63 
 
 f O ! the rapturous height 
 
 Of that holy delight, 
 Which I found in the life-giving blood 1 
 
 Of my Saviour polTefs'd, 
 
 I was perfectly blefsM, 
 As if fill'd with the fulnefs of God. 
 
 A. 
 
 HYMN LVIL Second R^etre. 
 Jsfus the only Saviour, 
 
 1 4 DA?*^, our father and our head, 
 _i\ Tranfgrefs'd, and j uftice doomed us dead? 
 The fiery law fpeaks ail defpair ; 
 There's no reprieve nor pardon there. 
 
 2 Call a bright council in the fkies ; 
 
 " Seraphs, the mighty and the wife, 
 " Say, what expedient can you give, 
 " That fin be damn'd, and fmners live ? 
 
 3 *' Speak, are you ftrong to bear the load, 
 " The weighty vengeance of a God i 
 
 " Which of you loves a wretched race, 
 " Or dares to venture in their place ?'* 
 
 4 In vain we aftc, for all around 
 
 Stand filent through the heaverly ground ; 
 There's not a glorious mind above 
 Jias half the ftrength, or half the love. 
 
 5 But, O unutterable grace ! 
 
 Th* Eternal Son takes Adam's place ; 
 Pown to our world the Saviour files, 
 Stretches his naked arn^is, and dies^ 
 
64 The Lord^s Songs, 
 
 6 Juftice was pleas'd to bruife the God, 
 And pay its wrongs with heavenly blood i 
 What unknown racks and pangs he bore ! 
 Then rofe ; the law could afk no more. 
 
 7 Amazing work ! look down, ye ikies, 
 Wonder and gaze v/ith ail your eyes ; 
 Ye i^/enly thrones (lioxip from above. 
 And bow to this myfterious love. 
 
 8 See how they bend 1 fee how they look ! 
 Long they had read th*' eternal book, 
 And ftudied dark decrees in vain : 
 The crofs on Calvary makes them plain. 
 
 9 Now they are ft ruck with deep amaze ; 
 Each with his wings conceals his face; 
 N^w clap their founding plumes, and cry» 
 " The wifdom of a Deity 1" 
 
 10 Low they adore th' incarnate Son, 
 And fmg the glories he has won ; 
 Sifig how he broke our iron chains, 
 How deep he funk, how high he reigns ! 
 
 tf Triumph and reign, viiftorious Lord, 
 By all ihe flaming hofts adorM : 
 And fay, dear Conqueror, fay, how long 
 Ere wc (KaII rife to join the fong. 
 
 12L0, from afar the promis'd day 
 Shines with a well-diftinguifh'd ray: 
 But rv.j wing*d paflion hardly bears 
 Xhefe leng'-hs of flow, delaying years. 
 
4 CoUeSlion* 6} 
 
 7 1 Send down a chariot from above, 
 With fiery wheels, and pav'd with love, 
 ilaife me beyond th* ethereal blue, 
 To fmg and love as angels do. 
 
 Watt$, 
 
 JiYMN LVIII. Firft Metre. 
 Th Jthejft's Miftahe. 
 
 \ 1" AUGH, ye profane, and fwell, and 
 
 t 1 burft, 
 
 With bold impiety ; 
 Yet fnall ye live forever curs'd, 
 And feek in vain to die. 
 
 2 The gafp of your expiring breath 
 
 Configns your fouls to chains, 
 By the laft agonies of death 
 Sent down to fiercer pains. 
 
 3 Ye ftand upon a dreadful fteep, 
 
 And all beneath is hell ; 
 Your weighty guilt will fmk you deep 
 Where the old Serpent fell, 
 
 4 When iron (lumbers bind your flefh, 
 
 With ftrange furpriie you'll find 
 Immortal vigour fpring afrefh. 
 And tortures wake the mind ! 
 
 5 Then you'll confefs the frightful names 
 
 Of plagues you fcorn'd before, 
 No more ^all look like idle dreams? 
 Irfike fooiiih tales no more. 
 
 e % 
 
66\ The Lord's Scn^i^ 
 
 6 Then fliall ye curfe iLat fatal day, 
 
 (With flames upon your tongues) 
 When you exchang'd your fouls away 
 For vanity- and fongs. 
 
 7 Behold, the faints rejoice to die, 
 
 For heaven flbines round their heads j 
 And angel guards, prepar'd to fly, 
 Attead their fainting beds. 
 
 8 Their longing fpirits part and rife 
 
 To thefr celeftial feat ; 
 Above thefe ruinable ikies 
 They make their Uft retreat. 
 
 9 Hence, ye profane ; I hate your ways ; 
 
 1 wa'k with pious fouls ; 
 There's a wide difference in our race, 
 And liiilant are our goals. Watts, 
 
 HYMN LIX. Second Metre. 
 God exalted above all Praife. 
 
 1 T7 TERNAL power ! whofehigh abode 
 jr^ Becomes the grandeur of a God; 
 
 Infinite lengths beyon^ the bounds 
 Where ftars revolve their little rounds! 
 
 2 The lowed ftep above thy feat 
 Rifes too high for Gabriel's feet : 
 In vain the tall arch-angel tries 
 
 To reach chine height, with wondering eyes. 
 
 3 Thy dazzling beauties whild he fings, 
 He hides his face behind his wings •, 
 And ranks of fhining thrones around 
 Fall worfhipping, aixl fpread the grOtjnd, 
 
ji CoileSiion, 6j 
 
 4 Lord, what (hall earth and afhes do ? 
 We would adore our M^ker too ; 
 From lin ar.d duft to thee we cry, 
 The Great, the Holy, and the High ! *' 
 
 c Earth, from afar, has heard thy fame, 
 And v/orms have learnt to lifp thy Name ; 
 But, O, the glories of thy mind 
 Leave all our foaring thoughts behind, 
 
 6 God is in heaven, and men below ; 
 Be fhort our tunes ; our words be few j 
 A facred reverence checks our fongs, 
 And praifi; fits fiient on our tongue.^. * 
 
 Watts, 
 * Tibifht Lausy Deus. Pial. hv. i. 
 
 HYMN LX. Second Metre. 
 Longing for the Latter Day Glory, 
 
 1 TJOW many years has man been driven 
 J_ i Far off from bappinefs and heaven ! ■ 
 When wilt ihou, gracious Lord, reftorc 
 Thy wandering church to roam no more ? 
 
 2 Six thoiifand years are nearly paft. 
 Since Adam from thy fight was cad i 
 And ever fince, hi& fallen race, 
 From age to age, are void of grace, 
 
 3 When will the happy trump proclaim 
 The judgment of the martyred Lamb ? 
 When Ihall the captive troops be free. 
 And keep th' eternal jubitee .' 
 
68 Ths Lord^s Songs, 
 
 ^ Haften It, Lord, in every land; 
 
 Send thou thine Angels, and command, 
 ** Go found deliverance ; loudly blow 
 " Salvation to my faints belov/ !'* 
 
 5 We long to have the day appear ! 
 The promis'd great fabbatic year. 
 When, far from grief, and iin, and hell, 
 Ifrael in ceafelefs peace ihall dwell. 
 
 6 Till then, we will pot !et thee reft ; 
 Thou ftill {halt hear our ftrong requeft j 
 And this our daily prayer fhall be, 
 i<ord, found the trump of jubilee. 
 
 HYMN L^I. Thirty.firft Metre. 
 Gentiles praying for jews, 
 
 1 T^ATHER of faithful Abraham hear 
 Jl Our earned fuit for Abraham's ittd. j 
 juftly they claim the foftefl prayer 
 
 From us, adopted in their (lead ;' 
 Who m.ercy thropigh their fall obtain. 
 And Chrift by their rejection gain. 
 
 2 Out caft from thee, and fcatter'd wide, 
 
 Through every nation under heaven, 
 Blafpheming whom they crucify 'd, 
 
 Unfav*d, unpity*d, unforgiven : 
 Branded like Cain, they bear their load, 
 Abhor'd of man, and curs'd of God, 
 
 3 But haft thou finally forfook. 
 
 Forever call thine own awa^ ? 
 
A Colledion. 6'9 
 
 Wilt thou not bid the murderers look 
 
 On him they pierc'd, and weep andprar-? 
 Yes, gracious Lord, thy word is palb, 
 *«Ali Ifrael ft all be favM at laft.*' 
 
 4 Come then, thoa great Ii)£ilverer, come ; 
 The veilfrom Jacob's heart remove j 
 Receive thine antient people home, 
 
 That, quicken'd b^ thy dying l^ve. 
 The v/orld may their reception view, 
 And fhout to God the glory due. 
 
 HYMN LXri. Firfl Metre. 
 
 Ckriff ( condefcfnding regard to Little Children^ 
 
 Mark X. 14. 
 
 1 QEE IfraeVs gentle Shepherd ftand, 
 ♦3 Wiih all-engaging charms ; 
 Hark;— how he calls the tender lambs. 
 
 And folds them in his arms 1 
 
 2 " Permit; them to approach,'* he cries, 
 
 Nor fcom their humble name ; 
 For 'twas to blefs, fuch fouls as thefe, 
 The Lrord of angels came. 
 
 3 We bring them, Lord, by fervent prayer? 
 
 And yield them up to thee : 
 Joyful that we curfelves are thine. 
 Thine let our offspring be I 
 
 4 Ye little ficck, with pleafure hear, ■ 
 
 \t children, feek his face ; 
 
 And fiy with tranfport to receive 
 
 The blefllngs of his grace. 
 
yo The Lord*s Songs ^ 
 
 5 If ©rphans they are left behind, 
 Thy guardian care we truR ; 
 'J'hat care fhall heal our bleeding hearts. 
 If weeping o'er their duft. 
 
 DoDDRIDGEc 
 
 HYMN LXIII, Second Metre. 
 
 Exhortation, io Prayer, 
 
 X T" XT HAT various hindrances we meet, 
 V V In coming to a mercy-feat I 
 Ye-, who that knows the worth of prayer. 
 But wiflies to be often there I 
 
 2 Prayer makes the darkened cloud withdraw j 
 Prayer climbs the ladder Jacob faw j 
 Gives exercife to faith and love, 
 
 Brings every blefling from above. 
 
 3 Retraining prayer, we ceafc to £ght ; 
 Prayer make§ the Chriitian armour bright ; 
 And Satan trembles when he fees 
 
 The weakeil faint upon his knees. 
 
 4 While Mofes ftood with arms fpread wide, 
 Succefs was found on Ifrael's fide ; 
 
 But when through wearinefs they faii'd. 
 That moment Amalek prevailed. 
 
 5 Have you no words ? O, think again. 
 Words flow apace when you complain, 
 And fill your fellow-creature's ear 
 ^ith the fad tale of all your care^ 
 
A Colledmu J I 
 
 6 Were half the breath thus vamljr fpent. 
 To heaven in fupplication fent ; 
 Your cheerful fong would oft'ner be, 
 •* Hear what the Lord has done for me.'* 
 
 " COWPER. 
 
 HYMN LXIV. Thlrty.firft Metre. 
 T'ra'velUng to Xion. 
 t T EADER of faithful fouls, and guid^ 
 X^ Oi all that travel to the fkj, 
 Come, and with us, even us, abide, 
 Who would on thee alone rely : 
 On thee alone our fpirits ftay, 
 While held in life's uneven way. 
 
 % Strangers and pilgrims here beloW, 
 
 This earth we know is not bur place 3 
 
 We haften through the vale of woe, 
 And, reftlefs to behold thy face, 
 
 Swift to our heavenly country m97e, 
 
 Our everlafting home above. 
 
 3 We *ve no abiding city here, 
 
 But feek a city out of fighjC ; 
 Thither our fteady courle w« ftecr^- 
 
 Afpiring to the plams of light ; 
 Jerufalem, the faints' abode, 
 Whofe founder is the living God. 
 
 4 Patient th' appointed race to run, 
 
 This weary world we caft behind % 
 From ftrength to ftrength we travel on? 
 
 The new Jerufalem to find : 
 Oar labour this, our only aim^ 
 To fijftdr-the New JerufaleRir.( 
 
72 The. Lord* s Songs ^ 
 
 5 Rais*d by the breath of love divine, 
 
 We urge our way with ftrength renew'dj 
 The church of the firfl born to join, 
 We travel to Ihe mount of God ; 
 With joy upon our heads v/e rife, 
 To meet our Saviour in the ikies. 
 
 HYMN LXy. Tliird Metre. 
 
 The Care of the SonL i 
 
 1 \ CHARGE to Aeep I have; 
 - jfjL A God to glorify ; 
 
 A never-dying foul to fave. 
 And fit k for the iky; 
 
 2 To ferve the prefent age. 
 My. calling to fulfil ; 
 
 O ruay it all rrjy powers engage 
 Tt) do mj Mafier's wiil- 
 
 3 Arm me with jealous care, 
 
 As in thy fight to live, 
 And O, thy fervant, Lord, prepare 
 A ftricb account to give, 
 
 4 Help me. to w^tch and pray. 
 And on ^yfelf r«ly. f 
 
 AfTur'd \il my truii betray, 
 I ihali forever die. 
 
 HYMN LXV^l. Firft Metre, 
 ^he Atonement. 
 I TV/FY dying Saviour, and my Cod, 
 i.V.1 Fountain for guilt and fin. 
 Sprinkle me ever with thy blood, 
 Aad cleanfe and keep me clean. 
 
A ColkBion. *j^ 
 
 t Wafli me, arid make me thus thine own : 
 Wafli me, and mine thou art : 
 Wafh me, but not my feet aione— 
 Mj hands, my head, my hsaii^ 
 
 3 For ever here my reft fliall b^» 
 
 Clefs to thy bleedini^ fide ; 
 ■Tis ail my hope, and all my pleaf^ 
 For me the Saviour cfd, 
 
 4 To bring me neat, thy blood apply," 
 
 Till faith to fight improve ; 
 Till hope in full fruition die, 
 
 And all my foul' be love. Ap 
 
 HYMN LXVIL Thirty-fifth Metre. 
 
 Creatiom 
 
 1 »- I *HE fpacious firmament on high, 
 X With all the blue ethereal (kj, 
 Andfpangled heavens (a fhining frame) 
 Their great Original proclaim. 
 The unwearied fun, from day to day, 
 Does his Creator*s power difplay. 
 And publiflies to every land 
 The work of an Almighty hand. 
 
 2 Soon as the evening fhades prevail. 
 The miooQ takes up the wonderous tale. 
 And nightly to the liitening earth 
 Repeats the ftory of her birth ; 
 While all the ftars that round heir bum, 
 And. all the planets in their turn. 
 Confirm the tidings as they rollj 
 And fpread the truth from pels to pole-^ 
 
 H 
 
74 The Lord's^ SongSy 
 
 3 What though in folemn filence all 
 Move round the dark terreftial ball ; 
 What though no real voice nor found 
 Amid the radiant orbs be found ; 
 In reafon's ear they all rejoice, 
 And utter forth a glorious voice. 
 Forever fmging, as they fhine, 
 The hand" that made us is divine. 
 
 Addisoh. 
 
 HYMN LXVIir. Twentieth Metre. 
 
 The Voice of the Bridegroom. 
 
 iT^HE voice of my beloved founds, 
 ' jL While o'er the mountain tops he bounds ; 
 He flies exulting o'er the hills, 
 And all my foul with tranfport fills : 
 Gently doth he chide my ftay, 
 " -Rife, my love, and come away. 
 
 2 "The fcatrer'd clouds are fled at laft, 
 "The rain is gone, the winter's paft, 
 ** The lovely vernal flowers appear," 
 " The warbling choir enchant our ear; 
 ** Now with fweetly-penfive moan 
 **Coos the turtle dove alone." 
 
 HYMN LXIX. Firil Metre. 
 
 Divine Favour, 
 
 1 X ET every tongue thy goodnefs fpeak, 
 I J Thou fovereign Lord of all; 
 Thy ftrengthening hands uphold the weakj 
 And raife the poor that fall. 
 
A Colledion. 75 
 
 z When forows bow the fpirit down, 
 When virtuaJies diftrefs'd 
 Beneath the proud opprefTor's frown. 
 Thou giv'fl the mourner reft. 
 
 3 Thou know'ft the pains thy fervants feel. 
 
 Thou hear'ft thy children's cry 5 
 And, their beft wiihes to fulfil, 
 Thy grace is ever nigh. 
 
 4 Thy mercy never fliall remove 
 
 From men of hearts lincere : 
 Thou fav'ft the fouls whofe humble love 
 Is join'd with holy fear. 
 
 5 My lips fhall dwell upon thy praife. 
 
 And fpread thy fame abroad ; 
 X*et all the fons of Adam raifc 
 The honours of their God. 
 
 p 
 
 HYMN LXX. Firft Metre. 
 The Univerfal Hallelujah, 
 RAISE ye the Lord, y'immorta.l choir. 
 
 That fill the realms above ; 
 Sing, for he form'd you of his fire. 
 And feeds you v/ith his love. 
 
 2 Shine to his praife, ye cryftal ikies. 
 The floor of his abode ; 
 Or veil your little twinkling eyes 
 Before a brighter God. 
 
 5 Thoii reftlefs globe of golden light, 
 - Whofe beams create our days, 
 join with the filver queen of night 
 To own your borrow'd rays. 
 
j6 The Lord's Songs, 
 
 4 Winds, ye (hall bear his name aloud 
 
 Through the ethereal blue ; 
 
 For vhen his chariot is a cloud. 
 
 He makes his wheels of you. 
 
 5 Thunder and hail, and fire and ftorms, 
 
 The troops of his command, 
 Appear in all your dreadful forms. 
 And fpeak his awful hand. 
 
 6 Shout to the Lord, ye furging fcas, 
 
 In your eternal roar ; 
 Let wave to wave refound his praife, 
 And £hore reply to fliore : 
 
 7 While mongers, fporting on the flood. 
 
 In fcaly filver fhine, 
 Speak terribly their Maker, God, 
 And lafh the foaming brine. 
 
 S But gentler things fhall tune his name, 
 To fofter notes than thefe ; 
 Young zephyrs, breathing o'er the ftream, 
 Or whifpering through the trees. 
 
 9 W^ave your tall heads, ye lofty pines, 
 To him that bade you grow : 
 Sweet clufters, bend your fruitful vines 
 On every thankful bough. 
 
 j^o Let the fhrill birds his honour raife. 
 And climb the morning fky ; 
 While groveling beafts attempt his praife 
 in hoarfer harmony. 
 
A tlolleBlon. : fj- 
 
 1 1 Thus, while the meaner creatures fing, ^ 
 Ye mortals, take the found ; 
 Echo the glories of your. King 
 Through all the nations round. 
 
 WattS' 
 
 HYMN LXXI. Sixteenth Metre. 
 T^be Lord tuill Provide, 
 
 1 np HOUGH troubles affail, 
 
 X And dangers affright, 
 Though friends Ihould all fail, 
 
 And foes all unite ; 
 Yet one thing fecures us. 
 
 Whatever betide ; 
 The Scripture aifures us. 
 
 The Lord will provide. 
 
 2 The birds without barn 
 
 Or ftore-houfe are fed : 
 From them let us learn 
 
 To truil for our bread : 
 His faints, what is fitting. 
 
 Shall ne'er be deny'd, 
 So long as 'tis written. 
 
 The Lord will provide. 
 
 3 W^ niay, lii^e the fhips, 
 ^ By tempefts be toft 
 
 On perilous deeps, 
 
 But cannot be loft : 
 Though Satan enrages 
 
 The wind and the tide, 
 The proniife engages, 
 
 The Lord will provide. 
 
 II 2 
 
T?" The Lord's Songs, 
 
 4 His call we obey, 
 
 Like Abram of old. 
 Not knowing our way, 
 
 But faith makes us bo^ld ; 
 For though we are ftrangerSj 
 
 We have a good guide, 
 And truft, in all dangers, 
 
 The Lord will provide. 
 
 5 When Satan appears 
 
 To ftop up our path, 
 And fill us with fears, 
 
 We triumph by faith ; 
 He cannot take from us, 
 
 Though oft he has try'd. 
 This heart-cheering promife. 
 
 The Lore) will provide. 
 
 6 He tells us we-re weak, 
 
 Our hope is in vain ; 
 The good that we feek. 
 
 We ne'er fnall obtain ; 
 But when fuch fuggefticns 
 
 Our fpirits have ply'd. 
 This anfwers all queftions— ^ 
 
 The Lord will provide. 
 
 7 No ftrength of our own. 
 
 Nor goodnefs, we claim ; 
 Yet, fmce we have known 
 
 The Saviour's great name^ 
 In this our ftrong tower 
 
 For fafcty we hide ; 
 The Lord is our power. 
 
 The LcjG will provide* 
 
A Colleclian. 79 
 
 S When life fmks apace. 
 And death is in view, 
 This word of his grace 
 
 Shall comfort us through : 
 No fearing or doubting, 
 
 With Chrill on our fide ; 
 We hope to die fhouting, 
 The Lord will provide. 
 
 Newton/ 
 
 HYMN LXXII. Firft Metre. 
 On Earth as in Heaven > 
 
 1 ^^UR life is hid with Chrift in God ; 
 \J Our life fhall foon appear. 
 
 And filed his glory all abroad 
 On us, his members here. 
 
 2 Our fouls are in his mighty hand. 
 
 And he will keep them illll ; 
 He will return, and we fhall ftand 
 With him on Zion's hill- 
 
 3 Him eye to eye we there ih.'ill fee ; 
 
 Our face like his ihall fhine ; 
 
 And mingle with the company. 
 
 Where faints and angels join. 
 
 4 With them affemblmg joyful there, 
 
 In robes of white array'd, 
 The palms of vidory we fhall bear. 
 And crowns upon our head. 
 
 5 Then let us lawfully contend. 
 
 And fight our pafTage through ; 
 Bear in our faithful minds the end, 
 And keep the prize in view. 
 
8o The Lor(t,s SotigSy 
 
 6 And let us haften to the day, •> 
 
 When all fliall be brought home. 
 Come, O Redeemer, come away 1 
 O Jefus, quickly come 1 
 
 A' 
 
 HYMN LXXIII. Thirty-fira Metre.. , 
 The Lord*s Supper. 
 
 I T.N that fad, memorable night, 
 JL When Jefus was for us betray'd, 
 He left his death-recording rite, 
 
 He took and blefsM and brake the bread; 
 And gave, his own their laft bequeft. 
 And thus his love's intent exprefs'd : 
 
 z " Take, eat, this is my body, given 
 
 *' To purchafe life and peace for you, 
 ** Pardon, and holinefs, and heaven ; 
 " Do this my dying love to Ihew : 
 '* Accept your precious legacy, 
 ** And thus, my friends, remember me.'' 
 
 3 He took into his hands the cup, 
 
 To crown the ifacramental feaft. 
 And, full of kind concern, look'd up. 
 
 And gave to them what he had blels'd : 
 " And drink ye all of this, he faid, 
 " In folemn memory of the dead. 
 
 4 " This is my blood, which feals the new 
 
 " Eternal covenant of my grace ; 
 " My blood, fo freely ihtd for you, 
 
 *• For you and all the flnful race : 
 " My blood, that fpeaks your fins forgiven, 
 
A Colkaion. 8 1 
 
 HYMN LXXIV. Seventh Metre. 
 The Fall of Ant'ichrijl. r 
 
 J T7[T^-0 is this that comes from far, 
 VV Clad in garments dipt in blood ? 
 Strong, triumphant Traveller, 
 Is he man, or is he God \ 
 
 2 " I, that fpeak in righteoufnefs, 
 
 ** Son of God and man I am, 
 " Mighty to redeem your race ; 
 *' Jefus is your Saviour's name.'* 
 
 3 Wherefore are thy garments red, 
 
 Dy'd as in a crimfon fea ? 
 They that in a wine-vat tread. 
 Are not ftain'd fo much as thee. 
 
 4 ♦* I from Edom thus am feewn ; 
 
 " There the wine-prefs I have trcxi I 
 "Strong with wine of wrath, alone, 
 " 1 have pour'd the wrath of Gcd.'* 
 
 A. 
 
 HYMN LXXV. Seventh Ivletre. 
 
 Lovejl thou me ? John xxi. 15. 
 
 IS a point I long to know, 
 
 T 
 
 Oft it caufes anxious thought, 
 Do I love the Lord, or no ? 
 Am I his, or am I not ? 
 
 If I love, why am I thus ? 
 
 Why this dull and lifelefs franse l 
 Hardly, fure, can they be worfe. 
 
 Who have never heard his name ! 
 
%2 The Lvrd's Songs, 
 
 3 Could my heart fo hard remain, 
 
 Prayer a tafk and burden prove ; 
 Every trifle give me pain, 
 l£ 1 knew a Saviour's love ? 
 
 4 When I turn my eyes v^ithin, 
 
 All is dark, and vain, and wild ; 
 Fill'd with unbelief and fiR, 
 Can I deem myielf 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 ? 
 
 € Yet I mourn rtiy ftubborn will, 
 Find my fin a grief and thrall ; 
 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 abhorrM, 
 Find, at times, the promife fWeet, 
 If I did not lov£ the Lord I ^ I 
 
 8 Lord, 4Jecide 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 ail, 1 pray ; 
 If I have not lov'd before, 
 Help cie to begin to-day. 
 
 Ne^<^ton, 
 
A Colle-aion. 83 
 
 HYMN LXXVI. Twenty-firft Metre. 
 rhe Child. 
 1 /'"XUIET, Lord, my froward heart ; 
 V^ Make me teachable and mild ; 
 Upright, fimple, free from art. 
 
 Make me, as a weaned child i 
 From diftriift and envy free, 
 Pleas'd with all that plcafes thee. 
 1 What thou (halt to-day provide. 
 Let me as a child receive ; 
 What to-morrow may betide. 
 
 Calmly to thy wifdom leave 5 
 'Tis enough that thou wilt care ; 
 Why fliould I the burdea 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. 
 \. Thus preferv'd from Satan's wiles. 
 Safe from dangers, free from fears. 
 May 1 live upon thy fmiles. 
 Till the promised hour appears ; 
 When the fons of God fhall prove 
 All their Father's boundlefs love. 
 
 NeVnTTOK, 
 
 HYMN LXXVir. Thirtieth Metre. 
 Ehenezer, i Sam. vii. 12. 
 
 COME, thou fount of every bieffing. 
 Tune my heart to fmg thy grace 1 
 Streams of mercy, never-ceafing. 
 Call for fongs of loudeft praife. 
 
84 The Lord^s Songs ^ 
 
 Teach me fome melodious fonnet. 
 Sung by flaming tongues above ; 
 
 Praife the mount — O fix me on it, 
 Mount of God's unchanging love ! 
 
 2 Here I raife mine Eben-ezer ; 
 
 Hither by thy help Pm come ; 
 And 1 hope by thy good pleafure 
 
 Safely to arrive at home* 
 Jefus fought me when a ftranger. 
 
 Wandering from the fold of God ; 
 He, to r'efcue me from danger, 
 
 Interpos'd his precious blood. 
 
 3 O ! to grace how great a debtor 
 
 Daily I'm conftrain'd to be I 
 Let that gracs, Lord, like a fetter. 
 
 Bind my wandering heart to thee \ 
 Prone to wander, Loi d, I feel it ; 
 
 Prone to leave the God I love — 
 Here's my heart, Lord, take and feal it } 
 
 Seal it from thy courts above ! 
 
 ROBiNSSNi 
 
 HYMN LXXVHL Eighth Metre. 
 Ths Beatific V'lfion, 
 
 1 T LANGUISH, 1 faint to be there, 
 JL Where Jefus hath fix'd his abode J 
 O when fhall I rife in the air. 
 
 And fly to the mountain of God ! 
 
 2 1 long to behold him arrayM 
 
 With glory and light from above j 
 The King in his beauty difplay'd> 
 The beauty of holiefl-lover 
 
A Colkmon. %^ 
 
 3 On ZIon, O when fhall 1 ftand ! 
 
 And there (as rehears' d in the word) 
 The breadth of Immanuel's land 
 Survey in the light of the Lord ? 
 
 4 How happy the people that dwell 
 
 Secure in the city above I 
 "No pain its inhabitants feel, 
 
 No ficknefs or forrow (hall prove. 
 
 5 O Lover of fouls, unto me 
 
 Thy pledges of holinefs give, 
 
 And then from this defert fet free. 
 
 And then to thy city receive ! 
 
 6 When there, on thy bofom reclin'd. 
 
 Thy face I am ftrengthened to fee, 
 The " fulnefs of joy " I ihall find. 
 The " heaven' of heaven" in thee. 
 
 A. 
 
 HYMN LXXIX. Twenty.feventh Metre. 
 The Pilgrim's Song. 
 
 1 TJ ISE, my foul, and ftretch thy wings, 
 j[\. Thy better portion trace ; 
 
 Rife from tranfitory things 
 
 Towards heaven, thy native place : 
 
 Sun and moon and ftars decay. 
 Time (hall foon this earth remove ; 
 
 Rife, my foul, and haftcaway 
 To feats prepar'd above. 
 
 2 Rivers to the ocean run. 
 
 Nor (lay in all their courfe ; 
 Fires afcending feek the fun ; 
 Both fpeed them to their fource ; 
 I 
 
S6 The Lord's S'ongs^ 
 
 So a foul that's born of God 
 Pants to view his lovely face^ 
 
 Upward tends to his abode, 
 To reft in his embrace. 
 
 3 Fly rae, riches, fly me, cares, 
 
 While I that coaft explore ; 
 Flattering world, with all thy fnares, 
 
 SoliciE me no more : 
 Pilgrims fix not here their home ; 
 
 Strangers tarry but a night : 
 When the laft dear morn is come, 
 
 They'll rife to joyful light. 
 
 4 Ceafc, ye pilgrims, ceafe to mourn ; 
 
 Prefs onward to the prize ; 
 Soon the Saviour will return. 
 
 Triumphant in the fkies : 
 Yet a feafon, and you know, 
 
 Happy entrance will be given ^ 
 AW your forrows left below, 
 And earth exchanged for heaven. 
 HYMN LXXX. Thirty-fixth Metre. 
 Praife for Sahation. 
 
 1 /~\ JESUS, our Lord ! 
 V-^ '^^hy name be ador'd 
 
 For all the rich blelUngs convey'd by thy wordv 
 
 2 In fpirit we trace 
 Thy wonders of grace, 
 
 And cheerfully join in a concert of praife. 
 
 3 The trumpet of God 
 Is founding abroad. 
 
 The language of mercy — Salvation througb' 
 blood. - 
 
A CoHc5fion. ^7 
 
 4 Thrice happy are they 
 Who hear and obey, 
 And fhare in the riches of this'gofpel.day. 
 
 4 This blefljng be mine, 
 Through favour divine ; 
 And O, my R.edeemer ! the glory be thirie. 
 
 6 The work is of grace ; 
 Thine, thine be the praife ; 
 And mine to adore thee^ and tell of thy ways. 
 
 HYMN LXXXI. Firft Metre. 
 Gratitude for God^s Mercies. 
 J "TTTTHEN all thy mercies, O my God^ 
 V V My rifing foul furveys, 
 Tranfported with the view, I'm loft 
 In wonder, love and praife. 
 
 2 Thy providence my life fuftain*d^ 
 
 And all my wants redrefs'd, 
 When in the filent womb I lay, 
 And hung upon the breaft. 
 
 3 To all my weak complaints and cries 
 
 Thy mercy lent an ear. 
 Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learnt 
 To form themfelves in prayer. 
 
 4 UnnumberM comforts on my foul 
 
 Thy tender care beftow'd, 
 Before ray infant-heart conceivM 
 From whom thofe comforts flovv'd. 
 
 5 When in the flippery paths of youth 
 
 With heedlefs fteps I ran ; 
 Thine arm, unfeen, convey'd me fafe^, 
 Asid led me up to man. 
 
S8 The Lord's Songs, 
 
 6 When worn by ficknefs, oft haft thou 
 
 With health renewed my face ; 
 And when m fms and forrows funk, 
 RevivM my foul with grace. 
 
 7 Thy bounteous hand with worldly good 
 
 Has made my cup run o*cri 
 And in a kind and faithful friend 
 Haft doubled all my ftore. 
 
 8 Through every period of my life 
 
 Thy goodnefs I'll purfue ; 
 And after death in diftant worlds 
 The glorious theme renew. 
 
 9 When nature fails, and day and m|jht 
 
 Divide thy works no more ; 
 My evar-grateful heart, O Lord, 
 Thy mercy fhall adore. 
 
 10 Through all eternity to thee 
 A joyful fong I'll raife ; 
 For, O ! eternity's too fhort 
 To utter all thy praife. 
 
 Adsisoh. 
 
 HYMN LXXXII. Firft Metre. 
 A JVidding Hymn. 
 
 1 O INCE Jefos freely did appear 
 O To grace a marriage feait ; 
 
 O Lord, we afk thy prefence here. 
 To make a wedding gueft. 
 
 2 Upon the bridal pair look down. 
 
 Who now have plighted hands ; 
 Their union with thy favour crown. 
 And blefs the nuptial bands. 
 
J Colled ion. 89 
 
 5 With gifts of grace their hearts endow. 
 Of all rlcli dowries bert ! 
 Their fubftance blefs, and peace ^ftow^ 
 To fwe^tea all the reli. 
 
 4 In pureft love their fouls unite, 
 
 That diey, with Chriftian care. 
 May make domeftic burdens light^-. ^ 
 By taking each their Oiare. < 
 
 5 True helpers may they prove indeed^ 
 
 In prayer, and faith, and hope ; 
 And fee, with joy, a goodly feed, 
 To build their houfehold up. 
 
 6 As Ifaac and Rebecca give 
 
 A pattern challe and kind ; 
 So may this married couple live. 
 And die, in friendfhip join'd. 
 
 7 On every foul afTembled here, 
 
 O make thy face to fnine ; 
 Thy goodnefs more our hearts can cli^er. 
 Than richell food or wine. 
 
 HYMN LXXXIII. Fifteenth Metre. 
 The City of God, 
 
 1 r^ LORIOUS things of thee are fpoken, 
 Xj" Zion, city of our God ! 
 
 He, whofe word cannot be broken, 
 Form'd thee for his own abode. 
 
 2 On the rock of ages founded, 
 
 What can Ihake thy fare repofe ? 
 With falvation's walls fuirounded, 
 TLju inayTt fmik at all thy foes^ 
 I 2 
 
90 The Lord's Songs, 
 
 3 Sec ! th« ftreams of living waters. 
 
 Springing from eternal love. 
 Well fupply thy fons and daughters. 
 And all fear of want remove. 
 
 4 Who can faint while fuch a river 
 
 Ever flows their third t'afluage ? 
 Grace, which like the Lord, the giver. 
 Never fails from age to age. 
 
 5 Round each habitation hovering. 
 
 See the cloud and fire appear. 
 For a glory and a covering, 
 Shewing that the Lord is near. 
 
 6 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. 
 
 7 Bleft inhabitants of Zion, 
 
 Wafti'd in the Redeemer's blood ! 
 Jefus, whom their fouls rely on, 
 
 Makes them kings and priefts to God- 
 
 8 Saviour, if of Zion's city 
 
 I through grace a member am. 
 Let the world deride or pity, 
 I will glory in thy name. 
 
 Newton, 
 
 HYMN LXXXIV. ' Thirty-firft Metre. 
 Influences of the Spirit defired. 
 I TT* TERNAL Spirit, fource of light, 
 1 ^ Enlivening, ccnfecrating fire, 
 Defcend, and with celeftial heat 
 Oar dull and frezen hearts infpire ? 
 
A CoHeclion. 9 1 
 
 Our fo,uls refine, our drofs confumc : 
 Come, condefcehding Spirit, come. 
 
 In our cold breads, O ftrike a fpark 
 Of the pure flame which feraphs feel ; 
 
 Nor let us wander in the dark. 
 Or lie benum'b and ftupid ftill. 
 
 Come, vivifying Spirit, come, 
 
 And make our hearts thy conftant home. 
 
 Whatever guilt and madnefs dw«. 
 
 We would not quench the heavenly fire ; 
 
 Our hearts as fuel we prepare, 
 
 Though in the flame ue (hould expire. 
 
 Our breafts expand to make thee room: 
 
 Come, purifying Spirit, come. 
 
 Let pure devotion's fervour rife ! 
 
 Let every pious paflion glow ! 
 O let the raptures of the ikies 
 
 Kindle in our cold hearts, below ! 
 Gome, condefcending Spirit, come, 
 And make ©ur fouls thy conftant home. 
 
 Davies. 
 
 HYMN LXXXV. Second Metre. 
 
 The hlajled Fig-tree. 
 
 ONE awful word, which Jefus fpoke, 
 Againft the tree which bore no fruit. 
 More piercing than the lightning's ftroke, 
 Blafted and dry'd it to the root. 
 
 But could a tree the Lord offend. 
 To make him (how his anger thus \ 
 
 He furely had a farther end — 
 To be a warning word to us. 
 
<j2 The Lord^s Songs ^ 
 
 5 Tht fig-tree by its leaves was known ; 
 Bat, having not a fig to ftiow. 
 It brought a heavy fentence down — 
 f* Let none hereafter on thee grow.'* 
 
 4 Too many, who the gofpel hear, 
 
 Whom Satan blinds, and fin deceives. 
 We to this fig-tree may compare ; 
 They yield no fruit, but only leaves. 
 
 5 Without the fruit the Lord expef^s 
 
 Knowledge will mai^s our ftate the wqrfe % 
 The barren trees he ftiil reje<n:s. 
 
 And foon will blaft them with his curfe. 
 
 6 O Lord, unite our hearts in prayer i 
 
 On each of us thy ijpiric fend, 
 That v/e tlie fruits of grace may beai". 
 And find acceptance in the end. 
 
 Newtos. 
 
 HYMN LXXXVL Thirteenth Metre. 
 
 Refunenlon and Jljcenfion. 
 
 I \ NGELS, roll the rock away ; 
 jfjL Death, give up thy mighty prey ; 
 See I he rifes from the tomb, 
 Glowing with immortal bloom. 
 Halieiujah. 
 
 3 'Tis the Saviour; an|;els, raife 
 Your eternal trump of praife ; 
 Let the earth's remotcft bound 
 Hear ihe joy-infpiring found, 
 liuilelu^h. 
 
A Colledion, 93 
 
 3 Now, ye faints, lift up your eyes ; 
 Now to glory fee him rife, 
 
 In long triumphs through the iky. 
 Up to waiting worlds on high. 
 Hallelujah. 
 
 4 Heaven difplays her portals wide : 
 Mighty Conqueror, through them ride : 
 King of glory, mount thy throne ; 
 'Tis thy Father's and thy own. 
 
 Hallelujah. 
 
 5 Praife him, all ye heavenly choirs, 
 Praifc, and fweep your golden lyres ; 
 Shout, O earth, in rapturous fong ; 
 Let the ftrartis be fweet and ftrong. 
 
 Hallelujah. 
 
 6 Every note with wonder fweil — 
 
 Sin o'erthrown, and vanquiflied hell ; 
 Where is death's once dreaded king ! 
 Where, O monfter, is thy fting ! 
 Hallelujah. 
 
 Scott, A. 
 
 HYMN LXXXVII. Firfl Metre. 
 
 The happy Change, 
 
 1 TTOW bleft thy creature is, O God, 
 ''•XJL When, with a fingle eye, 
 
 He views the luftre of thy word. 
 The day-fpring from on high ! 
 
 2 Through all the ftorms that veil the fkies, 
 
 And frown on earthly things, 
 The Sun of Righeoufnefs he eyes. 
 With healing on his wings. 
 
,94 ^'^^ Lord's Sonp, 
 
 3 Struck by the fight, the human hearty 
 
 A barren Toil no more, 
 Sends the fv/eet fmell of grace abroad. 
 Where ferpents lurk*d before. 
 
 4 The foul, a dreary province once 
 
 Of Satan's dark domain, 
 Feels a new empire formed within. 
 And owns a heavenly reign. 
 
 5 The glorious orb whofe golden beams 
 
 The fruitful year controul. 
 Since firft, obedient to thy word, 
 He ftarted fronri the goal, 
 
 6 Has cheer'd the nations with the joys 
 
 His orient rays impart ; ' 
 But, Jefus ! 'tis thy light alone 
 Can Ihine upon the heart. 
 
 COWPER. 
 
 HYMN LXXXVIIL Thirty-third Metre. 
 
 Worthy the Lamb. 
 I /^ LORY to God on high ! 
 VJT Let earth and fkies reply, 
 
 Praife ye his name: 
 His love and grace adore, 
 Who all our forrov/s bore ; 
 Sing loud forever more, 
 Worthy the Lamb. 
 ^ Jefus, our Lord and God, 
 Bore fin's tremendous load ; 
 
 Praife ye his name : 
 Tell what his arm hath done, 
 W^hat fpoils from death he won 5 
 Sing his great name alone j 
 ^^orthy the Larnb, 
 
3 While tliey around the throne 
 Cheerfully join in one, 
 
 Praiiing his name ; 
 Thofe who have felt his blood 
 Sealing their peace with God, 
 Sound his dear name abroad ; 
 
 Worthy the Lamb. 
 
 4 Join, all ye ranfom'd race, 
 Our holy Lord to blefs : 
 
 Praife ye his name : 
 In him we will rejoice, 
 And make a joyful noife. 
 Shouting, with heart and voice. 
 
 Worthy the Lamb. 
 
 5 And let the hofts above. 
 In realms of endlefs love, 
 
 Praife his dear name • 
 To him afcribed be 
 Honour and majefty. 
 Through all eternity* 
 
 Worthy the Lamb. 
 
 ^ HYMN LXXXIX. Second Metre. 
 God ready to forgi've, 
 
 1 ^ XT HAT mean thefe jealoufies and fearsj 
 
 VV As if the Lord was loth to fave, 
 Or lovM to fee us drench'd in tears, 
 And fmk with forrow to the grave ? 
 
 2 Does he want flaves to grace his throne ? 
 
 Or rules he by an iron lod ? 
 Loves he the deep, defpairing groan ? 
 Is he a tyrant, or a God ? 
 
96 The Lor^s Songs ^ 
 
 3 Not all the fins which we have wrought 
 
 So much his tender bowels grieve, 
 As this unkind, injurious thought, 
 That he's unwilling to forgive. 
 
 4 What though our crimes are black as night, 
 ^ Or glowing like the erimfon morn ; 
 
 ImmanuePs blood will make them white' 
 As fnow through the pure ether borne. 
 
 5 Lord, *tis amazing grace, we own. 
 
 And well may rebel worms furprlfs : 
 But was not thy incarnate Son 
 A moft amazing facrifice ? 
 
 6 ** I've found a ranfom," faith the Lord -, 
 
 " No humble penitent fhall die," 
 Lord, we would now believe thy word. 
 And thy unbounded mercies try. 
 
 Stockdov. 
 
 HYMN XC. Second Mptre. 
 
 On opening a neiv Place of Werjhip. 
 
 1 A ND will the Great, Eternal God 
 jLjL On earth eftablifh his abode ? 
 And will he, from his radiant throne. 
 Avow our temples for his own ? 
 
 2 We bring the tribute of our praife. 
 And fing that condefcending grace 
 Which to our notes will lend an ear. 
 And call us, fmful mortals, near. 
 
 3 Our Father's watchful care we blefs, 
 Which guards our fynagogues in peace. 
 That no tumultuous foes invade, 
 
 To fill our worfhippers with dread. 
 
A Collet ion, 97 
 
 4 Thefe walls we to thy honour raifc : 
 Long may they echo to thy praife ; 
 And thou, defcending, fill the place 
 With choicell tokens of thy grace. 
 
 5 Here let the great Redeemer reign, 
 With all the graces of his train ; 
 While power divine his word attends, 
 To conquer foes, and cheer his friends. 
 
 6 And in the great, decifive day. 
 When God the nations (hall furvey, 
 May it before the world appear, 
 Thoufands were born to glory here. 
 
 Doddridge. 
 
 HYMN XCI. Thirty-firft Metre,. 
 Sung at the Opening of the Branch Church in Salem* 
 
 1 A ND wilt thou, Great, Eternal God, 
 JLX On earth edablifii thine abgde ? 
 And wilt thou, from thy radiant throne. 
 Enter our temples as thine own ? 
 
 We'll bring the tribute of our praife. 
 And fmg thy condefcending grace. 
 
 2 Around thee, here, thy faints will meet. 
 And, glad to take the loweft feat. 
 Thy I'ibbaths, here, they will prolong. 
 With prayer, difcourfe, and holy fong ; 
 Afpire to rife, and ftill to rife, 
 
 And reach thy reft above the fkies. 
 
 3 Here, great Redeemer ! wilt thou reign, 
 With ail the graces of thy train, 
 Whils power divine thy word attends. 
 
 To coni'a^r foes, aad cheer thy friends ; 
 
 K 
 
98 The hordes Son^s, 
 
 V/ith tkine own arm falvation bring, 
 And (hew the world that thou art King 1 
 
 4 x\nd in the great, decifive day, 
 When thou the nations (halt furvey ; 
 May it before the world appear, 
 That crowds were born to glory here. 
 From weaknefs thou doft ftrength ordain ; 
 From babes thy firft Hofannas gain. 
 
 5 Thefe walls we to thy honour raife ; 
 Long may they echo with thy praife ,: 
 And thou, defcending, fill the place 
 With choiceft tokens of thy grace ; 
 And here the Branch of Zioh blefs 
 With ftrength, and in this place give peace. 
 
 A. 
 HYMN XCII. Firft Metre. 
 The contrite Heart, 
 
 1 ^ I 'HE Lord will happinefs divine 
 
 jL On contrite hearts beftow ; 
 Then tell me, gracious God, is mine 
 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 feci. 
 
 3 I fometimes think myfelf inclined 
 
 To'love thee, if I could ; 
 But often feel another mind, 
 Averfe to all that*s good. 
 
 4 My beft delires are faint and few; 
 
 I fam would ftrive for more ; 
 But when 1 cry, " My ftrength reneWj" 
 Seem weaker than before. 
 
. A Colledion. gc) 
 
 5 Thy faints are comforted, 1 know, 
 
 And love thy houle of prayer ; 
 I therefore go where others go, 
 But find no comfort there. 
 
 6 O make this heart rejoice or ache j 
 
 Decide this doubt for me ; 
 And if it be not broken, break, 
 And heal it if it be. 
 
 COWPER. 
 
 HYMN XCIII. Firft Metre. 
 The Prefence cf God ivorth dying for, 
 
 I T ORD, 'tis an infinite delight 
 I 4 To fee thy lovely face, 
 
 To dwell whole ages in thy fight, 
 And feel thy vital rays. 
 3 This Gabriel knov/s, and fmgs thy name, ^ 
 With rapture on his tongue ; 
 Mofes the faint enjoys the lame. 
 And heaven repeats the fong. 
 
 3 While the bright nations found thy praife • 
 
 IVom each eternal hill, 
 Sweet odours of exhaling grace? 
 The happy regions fill. 
 
 4 Thy love , a fea without a (hore. 
 
 Spreads life and joy abroad ; 
 O 'tis a heaven worth dying for, 
 To fee a fmiling God \ 
 
 5 Sweet was the journey to the ("/lj^ 
 
 The wonderous prophet tried ; 
 « Climb up the mount,'' fays God, ^' and ^^.^ i" 
 Xh- prophet giimb'd, and died. 
 
loo The Lord's Songs y 
 
 9 Softly his fainting head he lay 
 Upon his Maker's bread ; 
 His Maker kifs'd his foul away, 
 And laid his fiefh to reft. 
 7 Shew me thy face, and Til away 
 From all inferior things ; 
 Speak, Lord, and here i quit my clay, 
 And flFetch my airy winsrs. 
 
 Watts, 
 
 HYMN XCIV. Firft Meti^. 
 Children of Believers dying in their Infancy. 
 
 1 'Tn HY life I read, my deareft Lord, 
 
 X With tranfport all di\'ine ; 
 Thine image trace in every word. 
 Thy love in every line. 
 
 2 Methinks I fee a thonfand charms 
 
 Spread o'er thy lovely face. 
 While infants in thy teiKler arms 
 Receive the fmiling grace. 
 
 3 " I take thefe little lambs," faid he; 
 
 " And lay them in my bread ; 
 " Protection they Ihall find in me, 
 " In me be ever bleft. 
 
 4 " Death may tlie bands of life unloofe, 
 
 " But can't difiblve my love : 
 " Millions of infant fouls compofe 
 " The fumily above. 
 
 5 " Their feeble frames my pov.'er fliall raife, 
 
 ** And mould with heavenly fl:ill : 
 " I'll give them tongues to fmg my praifft* 
 " And hands to do my wiil." 
 
'W 
 
 A ColleSlion, lo: 
 
 6 His words the bappy parents hear, 
 
 And ihouc, with joys divine, 
 Dear Saviour^ all we have and are 
 
 Shall be forever thine. Stensett, 
 
 HYMN XCV. Thirty.firft Metre. 
 
 Praife for Redemption, 
 
 HAT (hall we render unto thee. 
 Thou glorious Lord of life and power ? 
 Teach ns to bow the humble knee ; 
 
 Teach us with thankfulnefs to adore ; 
 To praife thee as thy faints above. 
 To praife thee for thy wonderous love. 
 
 When like loft fiieep we wandered wide. 
 And left the watchful Shepherd's eye ; 
 
 When borne along th' impetuous tide 
 Of this world's fm and vanity ; 
 
 Our Jefus from the heavens caiae down, 
 
 To fave us by his grace alone. 
 
 He bore our fms upon the tree, 
 
 (To feek and fave the loii he came) 
 
 There was he bound to fet us free 
 From death and everlafting fhame : 
 
 The captive flock from hell was freed, 
 
 And ranfom'd, when the Shepherd bled. 
 
 Before the Father's awful throne. 
 Our merciful High IPrieft he ftands, 
 
 And, interceding fur his own, 
 
 The purchas'd remnant now demands ; 
 
 His people's everlafting friend. 
 
 Who, loving, loves them to the end. 
 
X02 The Lor (Vs Songs ^ 
 
 5 May we, his banifli'd ones, rejoice, 
 
 Him for our Lord and God to own, 
 To take him as our only choice, 
 
 And cleave to him in love alone ; 
 Be growing up in holinefs, 
 Then meet him in the realms of blifs. 
 
 HYMN XCVI. Thirty-fixth Metre. 
 
 Adoring yefus. 
 I f^ COME, let us join, 
 \J Together combine. 
 To praife our dear Saviour, our Mafter divine, 
 
 2 He, worthy, is bleft 
 By fpirits at reft, 
 
 V»^ho once in this deferthis Godhead confefs'd. 
 
 3 The Prophets who told 
 His fufferings of old, 
 
 Singnowfweetthankfgivingsonpfalt'riesofgold. 
 
 4 The Fathers, to whom 
 
 He fhewM he would come, 
 Inow in his pavilion take up their long home. 
 
 5 The fpirits of men. 
 Who for him were flain, 
 
 From Abel the righteous, fharenow in his reign. 
 
 6 T]ie Apoftles, who (lood, 
 Refifting to blood 
 
 Forth' witnefs of Jefus, are now with their God. 
 
 7 The Church of the Lamb, 
 Here met, do the fame ; 
 
 With faints & with angels, they meet Inhisname. 
 
 8 My foul, bear a part. 
 For ranfom'd thou art 
 
 By Jefus' blood-fhedding, his burial & fmart. 
 
A CoIleclioiL 1 03 
 
 9 To him that was ilain, 
 The fcorn'd Nazarene, 
 Be glory and honour : let all fay, Amen. 
 
 KYMN XCVir. Firft Metre. 
 God glorious, and Sinners favsj. 
 
 1 T? ATHER, how wide thy glory ihines ! 
 
 r Kow high thy wonders rife ! 
 Known through tiie earth by thoufand figns, 
 By thoufand through the fkiv^s. 
 
 2 Thofe mighty orbs proclaim thy power ; 
 
 Their motions fpeak thy {kill ; 
 And on the wings of every hour 
 We read thy patience ftill. 
 
 3 But when we view thy great defign 
 
 To fave rebellious worms, 
 Where vengeance and compaffion join 
 In their divinell forms ; 
 
 4 Here the whole Deity is known ; 
 
 Nor dares a creature guefs 
 Wliich of the glories brighteft flione. 
 The julHce or the grace. 
 
 5 Now the full glories of the Lamb 
 
 Adorn the heavenly plains ; 
 Bright feraphs learn Immanuers name, 
 And try their choicell llrains. 
 
 ^ O may I bear fome humble part 
 in that Immortal fong \ 
 Wonder and joy Ihall tune my heart, 
 And love command my tongue. 
 
 Watts. 
 
504 The hordes Songs ^ 
 
 HYMN XCVIU. Third Metre, 
 Saved by Grace, 
 
 1 /^ RACE, ^tis a charming found, 
 V_T Harmonious to the ear ! 
 
 Heaven with the echo fj.ail refound, 
 And all the earth (hall hear. 
 
 2 Grace firft contrived a way 
 To fave rebellious man ; 
 
 And all the fteps that grace difplay. 
 Which drew the wonderous plan. 
 
 3 Grace firft infcrib'd my name 
 In God's eternal book : 
 
 'Twas Grace that gave me to the Lamb, 
 Who all my forrows took. 
 
 4 Grace tauj^ht my roving feet 
 To tread the heavenly road ; 
 
 And new fupplies each liour I meet. 
 While preffing on to God. 
 
 5 Grace all the work fhall crov;n, 
 Throup:h everlafting days ; 
 
 It lays in heaven the lopmoft ftone. 
 And well deferves the praife. 
 
 HYMN XCIX. Firft. Metre. 
 The Virtue of Chr'iJVs Blood, 
 
 1 'T'"^ HERE is a fountain fill'd with blood; 
 
 X Drawn from ImmanuePs veins ; 
 And fmners, bathed in that flood, 
 Lofe all their guilty ftains. 
 
 2 Dear, dying Lamb, thy precious blood 
 
 Shall never lofe its power, 
 ■ Till all the ranfom'd church of God 
 Be fav'd, to fm no more. 
 
A 'CdIledio7U 1 05 
 
 3 E'er fince by faith" I faw the ftream 
 
 Thy flowing wounds fupply, 
 Redeemin*: love has been my theme, 
 And ihaii be till I die. 
 
 4 Then in a nobler, fweeter fong 
 
 Til iing thy power to fave. 
 When thisproor lifping, hammering tongue 
 Lies lilent in the grave. 
 
 5 Lord, I believe thou haft prepared 
 
 (Unworthy though I be) 
 For me a blood-bought, free reward, 
 A golden harp for me. 
 
 6 Tis ftrung and tun'd for endlcfs years, 
 
 And formed by power divine, 
 To found in God the Father's ears 
 No other name but thine. 
 
 COU'PBR. 
 
 HYMN C. Firft. Metre. 
 Defiring H&avsnly Things. 
 
 1 'Tn O thee, my God, T hourly figh, 
 
 X But not for golden ftores ; 
 
 Nor covet I the brighteft gems 
 Oil the rich eaftern Ihores. 
 
 2 Nor that deluding, empty joy. 
 
 Men call a mighty name. 
 Nor greatnefs, in its gayeft form, 
 My reftlefs thoughts inflame. 
 
 3 Nor pleafure's foft, enticing charms, 
 
 My fond delires allure : 
 Far greater things than earth can yield, 
 My wifnss would fecure. 
 
3o6 The Lord's Songs ^ 
 
 4 Thofe blifsful, thofe tranfporting fmiles, 
 
 That brighten heaven above, 
 The boundiefs riches of thy grace, 
 And treafures of thy love ; 
 
 5 Thefe are the mighty things 1 crave : 
 
 I make thefe blefungs mine ; 
 And all the glories of this world 
 
 1 gladly will refign. 
 
 HYMN CI. Second Metre. 
 Thejlony Heart, 
 
 1 f^ • FOR a glance of heavenly day, 
 V_^ To take this ftubborn ftone away. 
 And thaw, with beams of love divine. 
 This heart, this frozen heart of mine. 
 
 2 The rocks can rent ; the earth can fliake ; 
 The feas can roar ; the mountains quake j 
 Of feeling all things fhew feme fign. 
 
 But this unfeeling heart of mine. 
 
 3 To hear the forrows thou haft felt. 
 Dear Lord, an adamant would rrelt s 
 But I can read each moving line, 
 And nothing move this heart of mine, 
 
 4 Thy judgments, too, unmov'd 1 hear, s 
 Amazing thought ! which devils fear ; 
 Goodneis asd wrath in vain combine 
 
 To ftir this ftupid heart of mine. 
 
 5 But fomething yet can do the deed, - 
 And that dear fomething much I need ; 
 
 O may thy Spirit now refine 
 
 From drofs, and melt this heart of mine. 
 
A Colknion. 107 
 
 HYMN CIl. Second Metre. 
 Satan Repulfed, 
 
 1 ''T^^IS falfe, thou vile acculer ; go ; 
 
 X 1 ^ee through all thy thin difguife ; 
 Back to thy native realms beio^v, 
 Thou parent of deceit and lies. 
 
 2 Think not to drive my trembling foul, 
 
 Laden with guilt, to black defpair : 
 Had thou furvey'd the facred roll, 
 
 And found my name not written there I 
 
 3 Prefumptuous thought ! to fix the bound. 
 
 To limit mercy's fovereign reign : 
 What other happy fouls have found, 
 I'll feek, nor Ihall I feek in vain. 
 
 4 I own my guilt, my charge confefs. 
 
 Nor can thy malice make it more ; 
 Of crimes already numberlefs, 
 
 Vain the attempt to fwell the fcorc. 
 
 5 Set the black lift before my ught ; 
 
 While I reniember Jefus dy*d, 
 'Twill only urge my fpeedier flight 
 To feek falvation at his fide. 
 
 6 Low at his feet I'll caft me down. 
 
 To him reveal my grief and fear ; 
 And if he fpurns me from his throne, 
 I'll be the firft Vv'ho perifh'd there. 
 
 HYMN cm. Firft Metre. 
 TJie Heavenly Shepherd. Pfalm xxiii. 
 I ^ I ^ HE Lord, my fbepherd and my guide, 
 X Will all my wants fupply ; 
 In fafety I fhall ftill abide, 
 Beneath his watchful eye. 
 
io8 The Lord's Sotigs^ 
 
 2 Amidft the verdant, flowery meads 
 
 He makes my fweet repole ; 
 When painM with thirft, he gently leads 
 Where living water flows. 
 
 3 If from his fold I thoughtlefs ftray. 
 
 He leads the wanderer home. 
 
 And ihews my erring feet the way 
 
 Where dangers cannot come. 
 
 4 Though haftening to the fllent tomb, 
 
 And death's dark fhades appear ; 
 Thy prefence, Lord, jfhall cheer the gloom, 
 And banifh every fear, 
 
 5 No evil can my foul'difmay. 
 
 While I am near my God ; 
 My comfort, my fupport and ftay, 
 Thy flafF and guiding rod. 
 
 6 Thy condant bounties me furround, 
 
 Amidft my envious foes ; 
 My favour'd head with gladnefs crown'd, 
 H My cup^with blefilng flows. 
 
 7 Thus fliall thy goodnefs, love and care 
 
 Attend my future days ; 
 And I lliall dwell forever near 
 My God, and iing his praife.' 
 
 HYMN CIV. Thirty-fecond Metre. 
 The fame SuhjeSl. 
 
 I '^■^HE Lord my pafture fhall prepare, 
 X And feed me with a fnepherd's care ; 
 His prefence fhall m.y wants fupply. 
 And guard me with a watchful eye ; 
 My noon-day walks he ihall attend. 
 And all my midnight hours defend. 
 
A ColIedio7U jtog 
 
 % When in the fultry glebe 1 faint. 
 Or on the thirfty iiiountain pant, 
 T© fertile vales and dewy meads 
 My weary, wandering fteps he leads. 
 Where peaceful rivers, foft and flow, 
 Aniid the verdant landfkip flow. 
 
 3 Though in the paths of death I tread. 
 With gloomy H-orrors overfpread. 
 My iledfaft heart fhall fear no ill, 
 For thou, O Lord, art with me ftill : 
 Thy friendly crook fliall give me aid. 
 And guide rae through the dreadful fiiade, 
 
 4 Though, in a bare and rugged way, 
 Through devious, lonely wilds I ilray, 
 Thy bounty ftiall my pains beguile ; 
 The barren wildernefs (hall fmile, 
 
 With fudden greens and herbage crown* 4» 
 And ftreanas Ihall murmur all around. 
 
 AiJiJisoifi, 
 
 HYMN CV. Firli Metre. 
 Redeeming LovCi 
 i f^ OME, Heavenly love,4nfpire tny fong 
 K^ With ah immortal flame ; 
 And. teach my iiiaF^, and teach my tongue? 
 The Saviour's lovely name. 
 
 2 Tl^e Saviour ! O what endlef^ charms ' 
 Dwell in the blifsful found I 
 Its influence every fear difarms, 
 tt^od i|>read:s fwect coirtfort vound. * 
 
 L 
 
1 ro The Lord's Songs, 
 
 3 Here pardon, life, and joys divine. 
 
 In rich effuficn flow. 
 For guilty rebels, loll in fin. 
 And doom'd to endlefs woe. 
 
 4 God*s only Son (ftupendous grace !) 
 
 Forfook his throne above ; 
 And fwift, to fave our wretched race^ 
 He flew on wings of love. 
 
 5 Th' Almighty Former of the fkics 
 
 Stoop*d to our vile abode ; 
 While angels view*d with wondering cyes> 
 And hail'd th'incarnate God. 
 
 6 O the rich depths of love divine ! 
 
 Of blifs a boundlefs ftore ! 
 Dear Saviour, let me call thee mine, 
 I cannot wifii for more. 
 
 7 On thee alone my hope relies 5 
 
 Beneath thy crofs I fall ; 
 
 * My Lord, my life, my facrificc, 
 
 My Saviour, and my all. 
 
 HYMN CVI. Second Metre. , 
 
 Unbelief lamented, 
 
 1 "i: XT HEN darknefs long has veil'd my 
 
 VV mind, 
 
 And fmiling day once more appears, 
 Then, my Redeemer, then I find 
 The folly of my doubts and fears. 
 
 2 Straight I upbraid my wandering heart, 
 
 And bluih that I ihould ever be 
 
A Colledion. iii 
 
 So prone to a6l fo bafe a part, 
 
 And harbour one hard thought of thee. 
 
 3 O ! let me then at length be taught. 
 What ftill I am fo flow to learn. 
 That God is love, and changes not. 
 Nor knows the (hiidow of a turn. 
 
 4. Sweet truth ! and cafjr to repeat ! 
 
 But when my faith is (harply try*d| 
 I find myfelf a learner yet, 
 
 Unflcilfftl, weak, and apt to Aide. 
 
 5 But, O I my Lord, one look from the€ 
 Subdues the difobedient will, 
 Drives doubt and difcontent away. 
 And thy rebellious worm is ftill. 
 
 ^ Thou art as willing to forgive, 
 As I am ready to repine ; 
 Thou, therefore, all the praife receive ; 
 Be Ihame, and felf-abhorrence, mine. 
 
 Cowpkr; 
 
 HYMN CVII. Firft Metre. 
 Encouragement to trujl and hve God, Pf. xxxiv, 
 
 1 T^ ROUGH all the changing fccnes of life, 
 
 JL In trouble and in joy, ^ 
 
 The praifes of my God Ihall ftill .'-T 
 
 My heart and tongue employ. * 
 
 2 Of his deliverance I will boaft, 
 
 Till all, who are diftreft, 
 From my example comfort take. 
 And charm their griefs to reft. 
 
112 The Lord's Son^s^ 
 
 3 The hofts of God encatinp around 
 
 The dwellings of the juft ; 
 Protedlion he affords to all 
 
 Who make his name tljeir truflc 
 
 4 O make but trial of his love, 
 
 Experience will decide 
 How bleft are they, and only they, 
 Wlio in his truth confide. 
 
 5 Fear him', ye faints, and you will then 
 
 Have nothing elfe to fear ; 
 Make you his fervlce your delight ; 
 Your wants fltall be his care. 
 
 6 While hungry lions lack their prey. 
 
 The Lord will food provide 
 For them that put their truft in him. 
 And fee their needs fupply'd. 
 
 TatEc 
 
 HYMN eVIII. Thirty-fifth Metre. 
 
 j^^awjl Hopit lelie'vlng in Hope. Hab. iii. 17, 18. 
 
 I A WAY, my unbelieving fear ! 
 
 Jr\. Let fear in me no more take place 1 
 
 tt 
 
 My Saviour doth not yet appear; 
 
 He hides the brightnefs of his face 
 But fhall I therefore let him go. 
 
 And bafely to the tempter yield ? 
 No, in the ftrength of Jefus, no 1 
 
 I never will give up my fhield. 
 
A Cdkeilon. 113 
 
 t Although the vine its fruit deny, 
 
 Although the olive yield no oil. 
 The withering fig-tree droop and die, 
 
 The field illude the tiller's toil ; 
 The empty ftall no herd afford, 
 
 And perifli all the bleating race j 
 Yet I will triumph in the Lord, 
 
 The God of my falvation praife. 
 
 3 Away, each unbelieving fear ; 
 
 Let fear to cheering hope give place ; 
 My Saviour w/7/at length appear, 
 
 And fhow the brightnefs of his face. 
 Though now my profpecfls all be croft. 
 
 My blooming hopes cut off I fee, 
 Still I will in my Jefus truft, 
 
 Whofe boundlefs love can reach to me, 
 
 4 In hope, believing againft hope, 
 
 His promised mercy will I claim ; 
 His gracious word fhall bear me up, 
 
 To feek falvation in his name : 
 Soon^ my dear Saviour^ brin^ it nigh I 
 
 My foul fhall then outftrip the wind ; 
 On wings of love mount up on hiq-h. 
 
 And leave the world and fin behind. 
 
 HYMN CIX. Second Metre. ^ 
 
 Defpair prevsnted. 
 I T ORD, didft thou die, but not for me ? 
 JLj Am I forbid to truft thv blood ? 
 Halt thou not pardons, rich and free ? 
 And grace, an overwhelming flood ? 
 L2 
 
1 14 T/je Lord's Songs^ 
 
 3 Who then fliall drive my trembling foul 
 From tru^ in thee to dark defpair ? 
 Who has lury^ey'd the facred roll, 
 
 And found my name not written there ^ 
 
 3 Prefumptuous thought ! to fix the bound^. 
 
 To limit mercy^s fovereign reign ! 
 What other happy fouls have found, 
 PU feek, nor (hall I feek in vain. 
 
 4 I d\vn my guilt, my fins confefs : 
 
 Can men or devils make them more I 
 Of crimes already numberlefs, 
 
 Vain the attempt to fwell the fcore. 
 
 5 Were the black lift before my fight, 
 
 . While I remember thoii haft dy'd, 
 'Twould only urge my fpeedier flighty 
 To feek faivation at thy fide, 
 
 6 Xow at thy feet Pll caft me down. 
 
 To thee reveal my guilt and fear ; 
 
 And, if thou fpurn me from thy throne, 
 
 „ril be the fiirft who perifh'd there. 
 
 HYMN ex. Twenty-firft Metre, 
 The Rock of Ages » Ifalah xxvi. 4. 
 
 I "O OCK of Ages, flielter me; 
 ^X\. Let me hide myfelf in thee L' 
 Otet the water and the blood. 
 From thy wounded fide which flow^d^ 
 Be of fm the double cure : 
 Cleanfe me from its guilt and powen 
 
A Colk5lkn* 115 
 
 % Not -the labour of my hands 
 Can fulfil the law's del^iands ; 
 Could my zeal no refplte know. 
 Could my tears for ever flow, 
 Ail for fin could not atone ; 
 Thoii muft fave, and thou alone. 
 
 3 Nothing in my hand I bring ; 
 Simply to thy crofs I cling ; 
 Naked, come to thee for drefs, 
 Helplefs, look to thee for grace ; 
 Black, 1 to the fountain fly ; 
 Wafli me, Saviour, or I die ! 
 
 4 While I draw this fleeting breath, 
 
 When my eye-firings break in deaths , 
 
 When 1 foar to worlds unknown, 
 See thee on thy judgment throne ; 
 Rock of Ages, fnelter me ; 
 Let me hide myfelf in thee ! 
 
 ToPLAcr. 
 
 HYMN CXI. Second Metre. 
 Remembering all the Way the Lord has led me. 
 
 1 'HP' HUS far my God has led me on, 
 
 X And made his truth and mercy known j 
 My hopes and fears alternate rife. 
 And comforts mingle with my fighs. 
 
 2 Through this wide wildernefs I roam, 
 Far diftant from my blifsful home -, 
 Lord, let thy prefence be my ft ay. 
 And guard me in this dangerous way. 
 
ii6 The Lord^s Sojtgs^ 
 
 3 Temptations every where annoy, 
 And fins and fnares my peace deftroy ; 
 My earthly joys are from me torn, 
 And ott an abfent God 1 mourn. 
 
 4 My foul, with various tempefts tofs*d, 
 Her hopes o'erturn'd, her projects crofs'd, 
 Sees every day new ftraits attend. 
 
 And wonders where the fcene will end. 
 
 5 Is this, dear Lord, that thorny road, 
 Which leads us to the mount of God ? 
 Are thefe the toils thy people know. 
 While in the wildernefs below ? 
 
 6 *Tis even fo ; thy faithful love 
 Doth all thy children*s graces prove ; 
 *Tis thus our pride and felf muft fall, 
 That Jefus may be all in all. 
 
 Fawcett. 
 
 HYMN CXir. Thirty-eighth Metre. 
 Privileges of the Sons of God. 
 
 1 "in LESSED are the fons of God ; 
 
 iJ They are bought with Jef«s' blood } 
 They are ranfom'd from the grave ; 
 Life ej:ernal they fhall have ; 
 With them numbered may we be, 
 Now, and through eternity I 
 
 2 God did love them in his Son, 
 Long before the world begun ; 
 They the feal of this receive 
 When on Jefus they believe : 
 
A ColIeSIion. iiy 
 
 With tlicm number'd may we be. 
 Now, and through eternity ! 
 
 z They arc juftifyM by grace, — 
 Show the works of righteon^nefs ; 
 Bom of God, they cannot fin ; 
 God's pure feed remains within : 
 With them numbered may we be, 
 Now, and through eternity ! 
 
 4 They have fellowfhip with God, 
 Through the Mediator's blood : 
 One with God, through Jefus one. 
 Glory is in them begun : 
 
 With them number'd may we be, 
 Now, and through eternity I 
 
 5 Though they fufter much on earth, 
 Sirangcrs to the worldHng*s mirth. 
 
 Yet they have an inward joy, - 
 
 Pleafures which can nevef cloy : 
 With them number'd may we be. 
 Now, and through eternity ! 
 
 6 They alone are truly bleft, 
 
 Heirs of God, joint heirs with Chrlft ; 
 All their fins are wafn'd away, 
 They fliall (land iti God's great day ; 
 With them number'd may we be, 
 Now, and through eternity ! 
 
 Humphreys, 
 
X I S The Lord's Songs, 
 
 HYMN CXIII. Fourth Metre. 
 ye/us feen of Angels. I Tim. iii. x6, 
 I f^ YE immortal throng 
 
 V-/ Of angels, round the throne, 
 Join with our feeble fong, 
 
 To make the Saviour known : 
 On earth yc knew 
 His wonderous grace ; 
 His beauteous face 
 In heaven ye view. 
 
 z Ye faw the heaven-born Child 
 In human flefli arrayM, 
 Benevolent and mild. 
 
 While in the manger laid ; 
 And praife to God, 
 And peace on earth. 
 For fuch a birth, 
 Protlaim'd aloud. 
 
 5 Ye in the wildernefs 
 
 Beheld the tempter fpoilM ; 
 Well known in every drefs. 
 In every combat foiled ; 
 And joy'd to crown 
 % The Vi<5lor's head, 
 When Satan fled 
 Before his frown. 
 
 4 Around the bloody tree 
 
 Ye prefs'd with ftrong defire,' 
 That wonderous fight to fee, 
 The Lord of life expire ; 
 
A Colk6lion. 119 
 
 And could your eyes 
 Have known a tear. 
 Had drop'd it there 
 la fad furpriie. 
 
 Around his facred tomb 
 
 A willing watch ye keep, 
 Till the bleft moment come 
 To roufe him from his ileep ; 
 Then rolPd the ftone, 
 And all ador'd 
 Your rifmg Lord, 
 With joy unknown. 
 
 When all arrayM in light 
 
 The ihining Conqueror rode, 
 Ye hail'd his rapturous flight 
 Up to the throne of God ; 
 And wav'd around 
 Your golden wings, 
 And ftruck your firings, 
 Of fweeteft found. 
 
 The warbling notes purfue. 
 
 And louder anthems raife ; 
 While mortals fmg with you 
 Their own Redeemer's praife : 
 And thou, my heart, 
 With equal flame, 
 And joy^ the fame, 
 Performji part. 
 
 Doddridge. 
 
2 2© The hordes Songs ^ 
 
 HYMN CXIV. Seventh Metre. 
 ' Melchifcdek. 
 
 1 TT^INGof Salem, blefs my foul! 
 Xv- Make a wounded fmner whole % 
 King of righteoufnefs and peace, 
 Let not thy fweet viflts ceafe ! 
 
 2 Come ! refrefli this foul of mine 
 With thy facred bread and wine ! 
 All thy love to me unfold, 
 Half of which cannot be told. 
 
 3 Hail, Melchifedek, divine ! 
 
 Thou, great High-Prieft, (halt be mine % 
 
 Ail my powers before thee fall ; 
 
 Not the tithe, Lord^ take my all ! ^ 
 
 HYMN CXV. Firft Metre; 
 Laying .vp Trea/urt in Heavetti, 
 
 1 'XT'ES, there are joys that cannot die^ 
 
 X With God laid up in ftore ; 
 Treafures beyond the changing fky> 
 Brighter than golden ore. 
 
 2 The feeds, which piety and love 
 
 Have fcatter'd here below, 
 In the fair fertile fields above 
 To ample harvefts grow. 
 
 3 The mite my willing hands can give, 
 
 At jefus' feet I lay ;^^ 
 Grace fhall the humble. gi6 receive ; 
 And grace at lalt repay. 
 
A Colfedm. 121 
 
 HYMN CXVI. Second Metre. 
 Irmmttahility of God, 
 
 1 /"^ REAT Former of this various frame, 
 VJT Our fouls adore thine awful name ; 
 And bow atid tremble, while they praife 
 The Antient of eternal days. 
 
 2 Thon, Lord, wirh unfurpris'd furvey, 
 SawMl nature rifmg yefterday ; 
 And, as to-morrow, fliail thine eye 
 See earth and ftars in ruin lie. 
 
 3 Beyond an angePs vifion bright. 
 Thou dvcelPfl: in feif-exitlent light ; 
 Which fhines with nndiminifh'd ray, 
 While funs and woilds in fmoke decays 
 
 4 Our days a tranfient period run, 
 And change with every circling fun ; 
 And in the firmeft ftatc we boaft, 
 
 A .' loth can crufh us into duft. 
 
 5 But let the creatures fall around ; 
 Let death confign us to the ground j 
 Let the lail general flame arife, 
 And melt the arches of the fkies : 
 
 6 Calm as the fum^ner's ocean, we 
 Can all the wreck of nature fee. 
 While grace fecures us an abode, 
 Unfhakcn as the throne of God. 
 
 DODDRIDGF. 
 
 M 
 
1^22 The Lord's Sonp^ 
 
 HYMN CXVIT. Second Metre. 
 The Loving- klndnefs af the Lord. Ifaiah vi, 3, 7^ 
 
 1 \ WAKE, my foul, with joyi"ul lays, 
 jLX. And fing thy great Redeemer's prai£ej 
 He juftly claims a foRg from me ; 
 
 His loving-kindnefs, O how free ! 
 
 2 He faw me ruin'd in the fall. 
 
 Yet lov'd me, notwithftanding all ; 
 He fav'd me from my loft eftate : 
 His loving-kindnefs, O how great ! 
 
 2 Though numerous hofts of mighty foes. 
 Though earth and hell my way oppofe. 
 He fafely leads my foul along : 
 His loving-kindnefs, O how iTrong ! 
 
 4 When trouble, like a gloomy cloud. 
 Has gathered thick, and thunder'd loud. 
 He n^ar my foul has always Rood : 
 His loving-kindnefs, O how goed ! 
 
 5 Often I feel my fmful heart 
 Prone from my Jelus to depart ; 
 But though I have him oft forgot, 
 His loving-kindnefs changes not i 
 
 6 Soon r muft pafs the gloomy vale, 
 Soon all ray mortal powers muft fail: 
 Oh ! may my laft expiring breath 
 His loving-kindnefs f]ng in death ! 
 
 7 Then let me mount and foar away 
 To the bright world of endlefs day. 
 And fmg, with rapture and furprife, 
 His loving-kindnefs in- the ikiies. 
 
A Colledton. 123 
 
 HYMN CXVIII. Second Metre. 
 Providence, 
 I »T-^ HY ways, O Lord, with wife defigu, 
 X Are framM upoii thy throne above. 
 And every dark or :tjp^nding line 
 Meets in the centra of thy love. 
 
 3 With feeble light, and half obfcure, 
 
 Poor mortals thy arrangements view, 
 Not knowing that th« leaft are fure. 
 And the myfterious, juft and true. 
 
 5 Thy fiock, thy own peculiar care, 
 
 Though now they feem to roam uiKy'd? 
 Are led or driven only where 
 They be ft and fafeft may abide. 
 
 4 They neither know nor trace the way ; 
 
 Bat, trufting to thy piercing eye. 
 None of their feet to ruin ftray, 
 Nor fhall the weakeft fail or die. 
 
 5 My favour'd foul fhall meekly learn 
 
 To lay her reafon at thy throne ; 
 Too weak thy fecrets to difcern, 
 I'll truft thee for ray guide alone. 
 
 HYMN CXIX. Firft Metre. 
 
 The BkJJings of Providence and Grace, 
 
 Ir A LMIGHTY Father, gracious Lord, 
 jLjL Kind guardian of my days. 
 Thy mercies let my heart record 
 In fougs of grateful praifc. 
 
^4 
 
 The hordes Songs^ 
 
 z Each rolling year new favours brouglit 
 From thy exhauftlefs ilore ; 
 iDat, ah ! in vain my labouring thoughc 
 Would co.unt thy mercies o'er. 
 
 3 While fweet refle<5lIon, through my days 
 
 Thy bounteous hand v/ould trace ; 
 Still dearer blellings claim my praife— 
 Tag blellings of thy grace. 
 
 4 Yes, I adore thee, gracious Lord, 
 
 For favours more divine ; 
 That. I have known thy facred word^ 
 Where all thy glories fhine. 
 
 5 Lord, when this rnortal frame decays. 
 
 And every weaknefs dies. 
 Complete the wonders of thy grace, 
 And raife me to the fkles. 
 
 6 Then (hall my joyful powers unitc^ 
 
 in more exalted lays. 
 And join the happy fons of light 
 In everlaiting praife. 
 
 Mrs. Steels. 
 
 HYMN CXX. Second Metre. 
 
 Trujl in God in D'ificulty, 
 
 J TXT HY, O my heart, thefe anxious cares? 
 W Why thefe tumultuous, fick'ning fears? 
 Why thus, all penfive and forlorn, 
 Poft thou thy thickening troubles mourn I 
 
A CGile6iion* t^g 
 
 & When threatening ftorms around thee rife 
 And lowering tenipefts fpread the fkies, 
 On God, my foul, thy burden eaft, 
 And feek in him a peaceful reft. 
 
 3 If falfehood and deceit abound, 
 And envy's darts in fecret wound. 
 If earthly fprings of comfort dry* 
 And every blooming joy fhould die } 
 
 4 Silent I'll bear thy chaftening rod. 
 Thy juft difpleafure, O my God ! 
 On thee Pll wait with eager eyes. 
 
 To thee my prayer with hope ihall rife. 
 
 I Yes, I (hall hear thy cheering voice ; 
 In thee my foul fhall yet rejoice j 
 Thou wilt reveal thy fmiling face, 
 And hence thefe gloomy horrors chafe. 
 
 6 Thou art my Saviour, thou my God ! 
 Thy grace will I proclaim abroad ; 
 That grace which bears my guilt away, 
 And turns the blacked night to day. 
 
 HYMN CXXI. Thirty-ninth Metre. 
 The New Birth. 
 1 XXT AK'D by the gofpePs joyful found, 
 V V My foul in guilt and thrall I fourtd, 
 Expos'd to endlefs woe ; 
 Eternal truth did loud proclaim, 
 The finner muft be born again> 
 Or elfe to ruin go» 
 
 M 2 
 
126 The Lord^s Songs, 
 
 2 Siirpns'd I was, but could not tell 
 Which way to mini the gates of hell. 
 
 For they were drawing near ; 
 I ftrove, indeed, but all in vain — 
 The fmnsr muft be born again. 
 
 Still founded in my ear. 
 
 3 Then to the law I flew for help, 
 But (till the weight of guilt I felt. 
 
 And no relief was found : 
 While death eternal gave mc pain — 
 The fmner mufl be born again — 
 
 Did loud as thunder found. 
 
 4 God*s juftice now I did behold, 
 And fm lay heavy on my foul— r- 
 
 It was a heavy load : 
 I read ray Bible, it was plain. 
 The fmner muft be born again, 
 
 Or feel the wrath of God. 
 
 ^ I heard fonie tell how Chrift did give 
 Hi? life to let the fmner live. 
 
 But him I could not fee : 
 This folemn truth did Rill remain? 
 The fmner muft be born again. 
 
 Or dwell ia mifery. 
 
 6 But as my foul with dying breath, 
 Lay gafping in eternal death, 
 
 Chrift Jefus I did fpy : 
 Free grace and pardon he proclaimed. 
 The fmner now is born again. 
 With rapture I did cry. 
 
ji Colledion. I2f 
 
 7 The angels in the world above, 
 And faints, are witnefs to the love^ 
 
 Which then my foul enjoy*d ; 
 My foul (iid mount upon faith's wing. 
 And glory, ^lory, I did fmg, 
 
 To Jefas Chrift, my Lord. 
 
 8 Come, needy fmners, hear me tell 
 What love and grace in Jefus dwellj, 
 
 How mercy doth abound : 
 Let none of mercy doubting (land, 
 Since I the chief of fmners am, 
 
 And I have mercy found. 
 
 9 Are you a /inner ? fo am I : 
 
 It was for fmners Chrift did die — •■ 
 
 His precious life laid down ; 
 He is the all-atoning Lamb, 
 For I the chief of fmners am. 
 
 And I have mercy found. 
 
 30 O come, the love of Jefus try; 
 Repent, believe, and grace is nigh, 
 
 His mercy will you erown : 
 Defy the tempter, feek the Lambj 
 For I the chief of finners am, 
 
 Yet I have mercy found. 
 
 1 1 O eome to Jefus, finners all, 
 And at his feet repenting fall ; 
 
 He will not on you frown : 
 Sinners, why will you doubting ftand? 
 Since I the chief of finners am, 
 
 Yet I have merey found. 
 
 OCKUM, 
 
liS The Lord's So?igs J 
 
 HYMN CXXII. Thirty-ninth Metre. 
 The Sufferings of Chnjl, . 
 
 1 'T'^HROUGHOUT ihe Saviour's life I 
 
 X trace 
 
 Nothing but (hame and deep difgracc ; 
 
 No period elle is leen ; 
 Till he a Ipotlefs victim fell, 
 Tailing in foul a painful hell, 
 Caus'd by the creature's fin. 
 
 2 On the cold ground methfnks I fee 
 My ^^tixi.'i kneel and pray for me ; 
 
 For this I him adore : 
 Seiz'd v^^ith a chilly fweat throughout, 
 Blood-drops did force their palTage out, 
 
 Through every opening pore. 
 
 3 The piercing thorns his temples bore. 
 His back with lafhes all they tore. 
 
 Till one the bones miglit fee ; 
 Mocking they puOi'd him here and there, 
 ^Marking his way with blond and tear, 
 
 Prefs'd by the heavy tree. 
 
 4 Thus up the hill he painful c?.me, 
 
 Round him they moek'd and made their- 
 game ; 
 
 At length his crofs they rear: — 
 And can you fee the mighty God, 
 Cry out beneath fm's heavy load, 
 
 Without one thankful tear \ 
 
A ColleWon, 129 
 
 5 Thus, veiled in humanity, 
 
 He dyM in anguifh on the tree ; 
 
 What tongue his grief can tell ! ' 
 The fhuddermg rocks their heads recline. 
 The mourning fun refus'd to lliine> 
 
 When the Creator fell. 
 
 6 Thus was the fun in darknefs veil'd 
 When Chrift upon the crofs was nail'd; 
 
 The painful, curfed tree ; 
 He Cgh'd, he groan'd, 'Tis itnifliM now. 
 And then his glorious head did bow, 
 
 And ihook Mount Calvary* 
 
 7 Shout, brethren, (hout in fongs divine ; 
 He drank the gall to give us wine, 
 
 To quench our parching third ; 
 Seraphs, advance your voices higher, 
 Bride of the Lamb, unite the choir, 
 
 And laud thy precious Chrift. 
 
 OCKUW. 
 
 HYMN CXXIII. Fortieth ^etre. 
 The Great HarveJI, 
 
 1 "Tn HE field it is white, the great harvefi: 
 
 JL is near, n 
 The reapers do a,ll with fharp flckles appear; 
 For to reap down the wheat, and gather it to 
 barn, ' [bum. 
 
 Whilft the wild plants of nature' are left out to 
 
 2 Come then, O my foul ! meditate on the day 
 When all things of nature ihall fail to decay> 
 
130 The Lord^s Songs ^ 
 
 When the trumpet (hall found, and the angcj 
 
 appears : [the tares. 
 
 For to reap ail the earth, both the wheat and 
 
 3 Behold, the Lord cometh! before every eye, 
 The glorious Redeemer moves on through the 
 
 iky ; 
 In a chariot of fire to the earth he is bound, 
 With his myriads of Angels attending around* 
 
 4 Now hear the fad cry, which doth reach to 
 
 the fky, 
 Ofthofe in diftrefs, who have no where to fly; 
 To the rocks and the mountains, upon them 
 
 to fall, [call. 
 
 For to cover and hide them, in anguifh they 
 
 5 In vain do they cry, for the mountains they 
 
 flee, [Ihall he; 
 
 The rocks drive like hallftones, and no more 
 And the earth it doth ihake, and the feas they 
 
 retire, 
 And the folid world all is now kindling on fire. 
 
 j5 But hear the kind Judge, who, amidft thefe 
 alarms, [my arms, 
 
 Saith, " Gather my faints ; bring them firft to 
 
 *' That the feven laft plagues may be pour'd 
 out on thofe 
 
 '* Who blafpbemed my name, and my faints 
 did cppofe.'-' 
 
A Colledion. 131 
 
 «; '*Come hither, ye nations, yourfentcnce re- 
 ceive ; 
 
 My Spirit no longer (kail 'ftrive, wait, and grieve, 
 
 For my judgment is clear, and my fentence is 
 juil ; Icurji:' 
 
 Now, Come hiiher, ye blejfed : depart hence, ye 
 
 S O fmners, take warning ! regard not thefe 
 
 words [Lord's ; 
 
 As words of one mocking, for they are the 
 
 And the men who do good in his kingdom 
 
 fhall dwell, 
 But they all who do ill, (hall be caft into heJL 
 
 A. 
 KYMN CXXIV. Firft Metre. 
 Pra'tfe for the Hope of Grace, 
 I T SOJOURN in a vale of tears: 
 X Alas ! how can I ling ? 
 My haj-p dcth on the willows hang, 
 Untun'd in every firing. 
 
 a My mufic is a captive's chain ; 
 Karfh founds my ears do fill ; 
 How ihall I fmg fweet Zion's fongs 
 On this fide Zion's hill. 
 
 5 Yet, lo : I hear a joyful found — 
 Surely I'll quickly come ! 
 Each word much fweetnefs doth diftil, 
 Like a full honey-comb. 
 
 4 And doft thou come, my deareft Lord I 
 And doft thou furely come ? 
 And doft thou furely quickly .come ? 
 Methinks I am at home. 
 
1 g 2 The hordes Songs , 
 
 5 Come, then, my deareft, dcarpft Lord^ 
 
 My fweeteft, fuicft friend : 
 Corne, for 1 loath thefe Kedar-tents ! 
 The fiery charic^fend. 
 
 6 What have I in this barren land ? 
 
 My Jefus is not here ; 
 Mine eyes, will ne'er be bleft until 
 My Jefus doth appear. 
 
 7 My Jefus is gone up to heaven 
 
 To get a place for me ; 
 For 'lis his will, that where lie is 
 There Ihould his fervants be. 
 
 8 Canaan I view from Pifgah's top. 
 
 Of Canaan's grapes I taile ; 
 My Lord, who fends unto me here. 
 Will fend for me at lail. 
 
 9 I have a God that chai%eth net ; 
 
 Why ihould I be perpiext ? 
 My God, that owns me in this world. 
 Will own me in the next. 
 
 lo Fear not the trump's earth-rending found j 
 Dread not the day of doom : 
 For he, my foul, who is thy judge. 
 Thy Saviour is become. 
 
 HYMN CXXV. Fifth Metre. 
 
 Help in Thne of Need. 
 
 NLESS the Lord had been my ftay, 
 th trembling joy my foul may fay»- 
 My cruel foe had gain'd his end ; 
 
 UNLE 
 Wit 
 
A Collecimu 1-3 3,- 
 
 But he appeared for my relief, 
 And Satan fees, with ihTivcit and grief, 
 That 1 have an Almighty Fri<?ud. 
 
 2 Ob ! 'twas a dark and trying hour, 
 When, harafsM by the tempter's power^ 
 
 i felt my ftrongeft hopes decline i 
 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 wimefs'd all lie 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 all too true, my fcul replyM, 
 But 1 remember Jefus dy'd. 
 
 And now he fills a throne of grace j 
 I'll go, as I have done before. 
 His mercy I may ftill implore ; 
 
 I have his promlfe, ** Seek my face.'* 
 
 5 But as, when fudden fogs arife, 
 
 The trees and hills, the fun and fkies. 
 
 Are all at once conceal'd from view j 
 So clouds of horror, black as n-ight. 
 By Satan rais'd, hid from my fight 
 The throne of grace and prcmii^ too, 
 
134 ^>^^ Lord's Songs ^ 
 
 6 Then, while befet with guilt and fear. 
 He try'd, to urge me to defpair; 
 
 He try'd and he almoft prevailed 5 
 But Jcfus, by a heavenly ray, 
 Drove clouds, and guilt, and fear, away. 
 And all the tempt«r's malice fail'd. 
 
 Newtom# 
 
 HYMN CXXVr. Sixth Metre. 
 
 T/j£ Midnight Cry, 
 t 'VT'E virgia fouls, arife ; 
 
 X With all the dead awake ; 
 Unto falvation wife, 
 
 Oil in your vefTels take : 
 Upftarting at the midnight cry, 
 Behold your heavenly bridegroom nigh. 
 
 2 He comes, he corner to catt 
 
 The nations to his bar. 
 And take to glory all 
 Who meet for glory are : 
 Make ready for your free reward, 
 Go forth with joy to meet your Lord. 
 
 3 Go, meet him in the (ky, 
 
 Your everlafting friend : 
 Your head to glorify. 
 
 With all his faints afcend : 
 Ye pure in heart, obtain the grace 
 To fee, without a veil, his face. 
 
 4 Ye that have here received 
 
 The undion from above, 
 
A CoUeHion* 135 
 
 And in his Spirit liv'd. 
 And thirfted for his love ; 
 Jefus (hall claim you for his bride ; 
 Rejoice with all the fandify'd. 
 
 5 Rejoice in glorious hope 
 
 Of that great day unknown. 
 When you fhall be caught up 
 To ftand before his throne ; 
 CalPd to partake the marriage-feaft. 
 And lean on our Ixpmanuers breaft. 
 
 6 The eveflafting doors 
 
 Shall foon the faints receive, 
 Above thofe angel powers 
 
 In glorious joy to live ; 
 Far from the world of grief and fm. 
 With God eternally fhut in. 
 
 7 Then let us wait to hear 
 
 The trumpet's welcome found ; 
 To fee our Lord appear, 
 
 May we be -watching found ! 
 EnrobM in righteoufnefs divine, 
 In which the bride (hall ever fliine, 
 
 TOPLABY. 
 
 HYMN CXXVU. Forty.fecond Metre. 
 The Nenv Jerufakm. 
 
 THEIR fongs of love they fing above, 
 And why not we like them f 
 No tongue be damb, for we are come. 
 To th' New Jerufalem. 
 
S^^ The 'Lord's^Gngs, 
 
 2 All clothM in white, and flilning Wght> 
 
 Garments of righreoufners ; 
 Girdles of gold our loins do hold. 
 And bind on faft our drefs. 
 
 3 We (land upon the vaft ocean. 
 
 The glaify, fiery fea ; 
 The blood of Chrift, our Great High Pried, 
 The Spirit doth apply, 
 
 4 We'll toijch the golden harps of God, 
 
 With wire immortal ftrong : "♦ 
 
 And we will nng to our great King, 
 We'll iing the l4amb*s new fong. 
 
 5 Thanks be to thee for th Victory, 
 
 We have ©btain'd o'er fm : 
 And, Father^ thou haft made us more 
 Than conquerors through him I 
 
 6 Glory to God the Father be. 
 
 Glory to God the Son, 
 Glory to God the Holy Ghoft, 
 Giory to God alone. 
 
 A. 
 
 HYMN CXXVUL Forty-third Metre. 
 
 T/:e Prelude. 
 
 I 'T^"^ O you it is fpoken, ye virgins ; be watch- 
 
 X ful> [to die ; 
 
 And ftrcngthen the things that are ready 
 
 Your loins let be girded, your lamps trim'd 
 
 and burning, C^igh. 
 
 For fee, all around you proclaim, He is 
 
A CoIIeSiion, 1 37 
 
 t Now tumult and dreadful commotions are 
 
 making, [{laughter prepare ; 
 
 And kingdoms *gainft kingdoms dire 
 
 The powers ordained of heaven are fiiaking. 
 
 And men*s anxious bofoms are troubled 
 
 with fear. 
 
 3 Great Babel, who, on many waters enthroned, 
 
 Long faid in her heart, as a Queen I fhall 
 
 reign ; [moan her, 
 
 Her merchants, now ftandmg afar off, be* 
 
 And, gnawing their tongues, cry, Alas, 
 for her pain. 
 
 4 The nations and kingdoms fhe ruled, now 
 
 hate her ; [h'^^e ; 
 
 She's robh'd of her children, bereav'd of her 
 The wealth and the treafure (he heaped to- 
 gether, [with fire. 
 Now ferve to confume her, and burn her 
 
 5 The blood of the Martyrs and Saints is 
 
 found in her ; [her turn ; 
 
 The cup that fhe filPd now fhe drinks in 
 
 Ye Heavens, Apoftles, and Prophets, Ihout 
 
 o'er her, [mourn. 
 
 Ye mighties of Babel, 'tis yours now to 
 
 6 Her plagues and her forrows fhall never be 
 
 healed ; 
 Her violence to Zion the Lord will repay ; 
 Jn fire to confume her, he'll foon be i evealed. 
 The fmoke of her torment (hall rife up 
 
 for aye. 
 
 N 2 
 
138 The Lord^s Songs, 
 
 ^ Then let her fupporters with trembling loofc 
 
 forward ; 
 
 The children of Zion have nothing to fear; 
 
 They look for a kingdom that cannot be 
 
 fhaken, [is there. 
 
 Their treafure, their hope, their protedtor, 
 
 S Then waitch ye, his fervants, for thefe are 
 
 fure tokens ; [again ; 
 
 He bids you obferve them — he^ll foon be 
 
 Be ftedfaft, unmoved, and know that your 
 
 labour, 
 
 To him and his people, (hall not be in 
 
 vain, » Humphreys. 
 
 HYMN CXXIX. FIrft Metre. 
 TJoe Kingdom of Heaven at Hand. 
 
 1 TJ EPENT, repent, reform, return : 
 Xv Ye fons of men^ give ear ; 
 
 Left threat'ned fackcloth clothe the fun, 
 And th' moon her crimfon wear. 
 
 2 Awake and mourn, O {lumbering worlds 
 
 The cries of fm prevail ; 
 Juftice and truth forfake the earth. 
 And interceiFors fail. 
 
 3 Behold ! in vain the drefier toils ; 
 
 The founder melts in vain ; 
 Nor mercies draw, nor judgments drive : 
 What other means remain ! 
 
 4. The Judge, whofe throne is fiery flame, 
 And burning fire his v/heels ; 
 
A CoIIeBion. 139 
 
 By fi^ns in heaven, the earth and feas, 
 Th* approaching day reveals. 
 
 5 (The Dragon's mortal wound is heal'd, 
 
 His horn has fprung anew ; 
 The world, all wondering after him. 
 The witneiTes fubdue. 
 
 6 Rahab, array'd in fumptaous vefts* 
 
 And deck'd with fnining things ; 
 Carefs'd by kings, as in her youth, 
 She Jits a ^eesiy and fmgs. 
 
 7 in Ramah, lo ! a voice is heard, 
 
 There R.achel vents her fighs ; 
 Her children flain, her jielpers gone, 
 To heaven the fuiterer cries.) 
 
 S Becaufe there's wrath, O men, beware \ 
 Your feartul, fiery doom, 
 Noiv cf a hug time linger etb not : 
 Flee from the wrath to come. 
 
 9 To-day if you his voice will hear, 
 The Saviour's voice obey; 
 To-day you fhaU his grace receive, 
 But not the coming day. 
 
 :o Will nothing move your precious fouls? 
 Not Chrilt with all his charms, 
 Nor gracious invitations, move 
 You to his blefied arms I 
 •I I The Spirit and the bride fay, come ; 
 Come, let the hearer fay : 
 Let weary, thirjly iinners come-: 
 To Jefus ccme away. 
 
14© The hordes Son^s, 
 
 12 Then fliall the everlafting arms 
 Be underneath you fpread, 
 . While, on the blefled Saviour's breaft. 
 In peace your fouls are laid. 
 
 J 3 When he was nailed on the crofs. 
 Father, he cry*d, forgive : 
 
 ^ E'en then his bowels yearn'd^or you : 
 O Sinners ! hear and live. 
 
 The Spiritual Song. 
 
 HYMN CXXX. Firft Metre. 
 
 i TV/TY foul doth magnify the Lord, 
 XVX My fpirit doth rejoice 
 In God, my Saviour and my God; 
 X hear his joyful voice. 
 
 ^ I need not go abroad for joy, 
 Who have a feaft at home ; 
 My fighs are turned into fongs. 
 The Comforter is come. 
 
 ^ Down from above, the bleiTed Dove 
 Is come into my bread, 
 To witnefs God's eternal love j 
 This is my heavenly feaft, 
 
 4 This makes me Abba, Father, cry. 
 With confidence of foul ; 
 It makes me cry. My Lord, my God, 
 And that without controul. 
 
 A, 
 
j4 ColkBion. ^141 
 
 5 Ther^ IS a ftream that ifTues forth 
 . From God's eternal throne, 
 And irom the Lamb a hving ftream. 
 Clear as the cryftal ftone. 
 
 6 Tills ftream doth water Paradife : 
 
 It makes the angels fing : 
 One xordial drop revives ray heart ; 
 Hence all nay joys do fpring ; 
 
 7 Such joys as arc unfpeakable. 
 
 And full of glory too ; 
 Such hidden manna, hidden pearls, 
 As worldlings Jo not know. 
 
 S "Eye hath not feen, nor ear hath heard ; 
 From fancy 'tis conccal'd ; 
 What thou, Lord, haft l:iid up for thine, 
 And haft to me reveal'd. 
 
 9 I fee thy face, I hear thy voice, 
 I tafte thy fweeteft love ; 
 My fool doth leap ; but O for wings I 
 The wings of Noah's dove. 
 
 10 Then fliouid 1 fly far hence away. 
 
 Leaving this world of fm ; 
 Then fhould my Lord put f#rth his hand, 
 And kindly take me in, 
 
 1 1 Then fhould my foul wiih angels feaft 
 
 On joys that always laft ; 
 Blefs'd be my God, the God of joy, 
 "Who gives me here a lafte. 
 
14^ The Lord's Songs, 
 
 HYMN CXXXI. Forty.fourth Metre 
 » ^he Sinner's Amazement. 
 
 1 T READ that fins are clouds, 
 
 X When vengcance-ftorms have fell 5 
 But this is that I wonder at, 
 That I am out of hell. 
 
 3 Sure there are thofe in hell, 
 , Who never have defer v'd 
 fin hell to lie, fo much as I, 
 And yet I am prefervM. 
 
 3 My fms have proudly fcjom'd. 
 My (ins have boldly dar'd 
 
 The God of might, with much dcfpite. 
 And yet my foul is fpar*d. 
 
 4 At our firft parents' breach. 
 Pale death came rufhing in : 
 
 The angels fell from heaven to hell, 
 Prefs'd with the weight of fm. 
 
 5 The Sodomites cry prevailed ; 
 Hell could no longer ftay, 
 
 But lo ! there came a fulphurous flame, 
 And met them by the way. 
 
 6 When Korah did rebel. 
 Earth would not be his flave 
 
 To bear his weight ; but opened ftraight. 
 And was his willing grave. 
 
 7 When Ifrael did corrupt 
 
 The air with murmuring breath, 
 
A Colledion. 143 
 
 It did rebound, and gave a wound, 
 And that was prefent death. 
 
 8 The whole creation groans, 
 Sin's wrecks the world do fill ; 
 
 It empties rooms, to furnilh tombs. 
 Yet I am living ftill. 
 
 9 That miracles are ceas'd, 
 Some confidently tell : 
 
 But I do know it is not fo, 
 Whilft lamoutofhell. 
 
 Mason.* 
 
 HYMN CXXXII. Second Metre. 
 The Sinner's Hope. 
 C TTT'HO knows but fueh a one as I 
 V V May grace and mercy find I 
 I hear, the God of Ifrael 
 Is merciful and kind. 
 
 2 Had he been pleas'd to torture me 
 
 With everlafting bands. 
 He mi^ht have done it long ago, 
 Who had me in his hands. 
 
 3 I do not hear the trumpet found. 
 
 To call me to his bar ; 
 The proofs and patterns of his grace 
 Forbid me to dcfpair. 
 
 4 Defpair is fuch a fin of fins, 
 
 It cannot be forgiven \ 
 
Ij^4 '^^^ hordes Songs ^ 
 
 Whilft other fins hell's ways do pave. 
 This bars the gates of heaven. 
 
 5 Ceafe then thy murmurings, O in/ foul^,. 
 
 And filently attend 
 To th' foundinjx bov/els of a Chrift, 
 Who' is the Tinner's friend. 
 
 6 He does not fay, Depart from me 
 
 Into eternal fire ; 
 Bur, Come into my open breaft. 
 Where weary fouls retire. 
 
 7 The trembling wretch who touch'd his hem. 
 
 But feard an heavy doom, 
 Receiv'da cure and blcfiing too, 
 And went rejoicing home. 
 
 8 The Prodigal defervJd, and far'd, 
 
 Worfe than the fwine he fed ; 
 But found a mirthful feaft at home. 
 Who only afkM for bread. 
 
 9 Heaven look'd upon the publican, 
 
 Who'vv'as bow*d down with fham« ; 
 Mercy he cail'3, which foon appear'dy 
 And'anfwer'd to its name. 
 
 10 My fms are mighty fins indeed. 
 
 But I have underftood, 
 Great fins are foils, which do enhance 
 The price of faving blood. 
 
 11 My foul has many ghaftly wonnds, 
 
 Yet will I. not defpair, 
 Whilft there is balm in Gilead, 
 And a phyfician there.- 
 
J Colkdion. i4j; 
 
 HYMN CXXXIII. Thirty.feventh Metre. 
 Admiring Divine Mercy. 
 
 1 "X XT HAT line can fathom, Lord, 
 
 V V Thy rich and wonderous grace ? 
 Your praifing fongs record, 
 Ye faints, in ei'ery place: 
 Blefs God, my foul, even unto deaths 
 And v/rite a fong for every breath. 
 
 2 Hell was my proper hire. 
 
 Who lortg was Satan's flave, 
 Fit fuel for the fire ; 
 
 But God delights to fave : 
 Blefs God, my foul, even unto death, 
 And write a fong for every breath. 
 
 3 Vile prodigals may not 
 
 Acceptance with him fear ; 
 No figh was e'er forgot^ 
 God bottles every tear : 
 Blefs God, my foul, even unto death* 
 And write a fong for every breathe 
 
 4 My (ins were rlfing hl^h, 
 
 I finking into hell ; 
 Free mercy then drew nigh, 
 And caught mc as I fell : 
 Blefs God, my foul, even unto death, 
 And write a fong for every breath. 
 
 5 Cherubs cannot exprefs 
 
 Such love, which ne'er decays ; 
 What can my foul do lefs. 
 Than love him all my days ? 
 
 o 
 
146 The Lord^s Songf^ 
 
 Blefs God, my foul, even unto deat^^ 
 And write a fong for every breath. 
 
 HYMN CXXXIV. FIrft Metre, 
 Chrt/i ths WtU-helo'ued, 
 
 ONE but a Jefus, none but he I 
 He is the chiefeft good ; 
 My Jefus is the apple tree, 
 And others, barren wood. 
 
 ■N 
 
 3 He is the fhadow from the heat 
 Of confcience, wrath and hell ; 
 He is the manna, heavenly meat» 
 Which feeds his Ifrael. 
 
 3 I fat rejoicing in time paft. 
 
 Under his cooling fnade : 
 His fruit was fweet unto my tafta 5 
 O what a feaft I made ! 
 
 4 Unto his houfe of banqueting. 
 
 He caus'd me to remove ; 
 And o'er my head abroad he fpread 
 The banner of his love. 
 
 5 To ftay me, cordial flaggons give. 
 
 With apples comfort me ; 
 I faint, for 1 am fick of love ; 
 Let me fuftained be. 
 
 6 His left hand underneath my heady 
 
 For my fupport, is plac'd ; 
 
AColle^lon. ^47 
 
 And to his bofom I am laid. 
 By his right hand embrac'cL 
 
 7 O Salem's daughters, you I charge, 
 Both by the roe and hind, 
 Ye do not ftir, nor wake my love, 
 
 Until it be his mind. A- 
 
 HYMN CXXXV. Firft Metre 
 The Voice of tny Beloved, 
 S 1\ /r Y well-beloved*s voice I hear % 
 -LVX With joy my he art it fills ; 
 Leaping he comes on mountains high^ 
 And Ikipping on the hills. 
 
 2 My wril-beloved comes in haftc. 
 
 Like a fwift-fodted roe ; 
 Nay, my beloved flies fo faft^ 
 Young hart did never fo. 
 
 3 Behind our wall, lo ! he doth ftand, 
 
 He*s at our window feen ; 
 He fixews himfelf fo near at hand. 
 There's but a fafh between, 
 
 4, He fpake (it was the voice well known) 
 And thus to me did fay : 
 *' Rife up, my love, my faireft one. 
 Make hafte, and come away. 
 
 5 -*» Kind gales fuccced the ftormy blaft, 
 Th' inviting fpring comes on. 
 for, lo ! the wintry feafon's paft^ 
 Xl^e raiu is o'er and gone. 
 
548 The Lord^s So72gs^ 
 
 6 " The flowers upon the earth appear 5 
 
 The birds begin to fmg ; 
 
 The people of our land do hear 
 
 The turtle's murmuring. 
 
 7 " Green figs upon the trees are grown ; 
 
 Young grapes their fmell difplay : 
 Rife up, my love, my faireft one, 
 Make hafte, and c^me away.'* A. 
 
 HYMN CXXXVI. Firft Metre. 
 
 My Soulfollo'ws hard after thee. 
 
 I T SOJUGHT my well-beloved one, 
 X I ibught him on my bed ; 
 X fought him, but I found him not—. 
 Cold prayers do never fpeed. 
 
 ? I will arife and feek my Lord, 
 Go out while yet 'tis niglkt ; 
 Will fearch the ftrects, the city roimdi^ 
 To find my foul's delight. 
 
 3 Where fhall I go \ I'm loft in fhadcs i 
 The guides 1 muft attend ; 
 Ye watchmen I who the city keep, 
 Saw ye my deareft friend ? 
 
 4. My Lord, my love, my foul's delight^ 
 Canft thou the foul forfake, 
 That follows thee with reftlefs cries^t 
 Jjonging to overtake ? 
 
A Collediion. 1^9 
 
 5 My foul purfues hard after thee ; 
 Hear thou my mournful cry : 
 He hears, he meets me in the way, 
 He aufwers, " Here am 11" » 
 
 A. 
 
 HYMN CXXXVIl. Second Metre. 
 Chrift the Apple Tree. 
 
 1 '■ I ^HE tree of life my foul hath feen, 
 
 I Laden with fruit, and always greea ; 
 The trees of nature fruitlefs be, 
 Compared with Chrift^ tlii apple tree, 
 
 2 His beauty doth all things excel : 
 By faith I know, but ne'er can tell^ 
 The glory which I now do fee 
 
 In J^us Chri/ly the apple tree. 
 
 3 For happinefs I long have fought. 
 And pleafure dearly I have bought 5 
 I mifs'd of all, but now 1 fee 
 
 'Tis found in Chriji^ the apple tree. 
 
 4 I'm wearied with my former toil ; 
 Here I will fit and reit awhile p 
 Under the ihadow I will be 
 
 Of Jefus ChriJIj the apple tree. 
 
 5 With great delight PU make my flay ; 
 There's none (hail fright my foul away j 
 Among the fons of men 1 fee 
 There's none like Chrj/i, the apple tree. 
 
 O 2 
 
6 I'll fit and qat this fruit divine ; 
 
 It cheers my heart like fpiced wine ; 
 None but this fruit is fweet to me, 
 Which grows on Chrijl^ the apple tree. 
 
 7 This fruit doth make my foul to thrive \ 
 It keeps my dying faith alive ; 
 Which makes my foul in hafte to be 
 With Jefus Chr'ifl, the apple tree. 
 
 HYMN CXXXVIII. Fira Metre. 
 The Sinner^s Fears. 
 I A LAS ! for I have feen the Lord ; 
 J7X With a drawn fword he ftood ; 
 Now might he fhsath it in my flefh, 
 !A.nd bathe it in my blood. 
 
 *2 Pve dar'd him with my mighty, fins. 
 As if he was too flow ; 
 But now he eomes, both armM and girt^^ 
 Like an enraged foe. 
 
 3 V/hat fliall a guilty fmner do. 
 When juftice doth appear ? 
 O whither fhall I flee from him 
 Whofe place is every where ? 
 
 4. As I can neither ftand nor fly, 
 £0 neither can I bear 
 The mighty hand which grinds the rocks,^ 
 And doth foundations tear. 
 
 5 Should he but his commiffion grants 
 All creatures woulTengage 
 
A Col legion. i^\ 
 
 Againft me as their, common foe, 
 With an united rage. 
 
 6 My fears are juft, I've defcrvM hell, 
 And 'tis my proper hire ; 
 Bat who can dwell — O who can dwell 
 With everlafting fire ! 
 
 HYMN CXXXIX. Firft Metre 
 The Coronation of Chr'i/l, Cant. iii. ll. 
 X ALL hall, the power of Jefus' name ) 
 JLX Let angels proftrate fall ; 
 Bring forth the royal diadem. 
 And crown him Lord of all. 
 
 2 Crown him, ye martyrs of our God, 
 
 Who from the altar call ; 
 Extol the ftem of JelFc's rod. 
 And crown him Lord of all. 
 
 3 Ye chofen feed of IfraePs race, 
 
 A remnant weak and fmall, 
 Hail him who fav'd you by his grac^, 
 And crown him Lord of all. 
 
 4 Ye Gentile finners, ne'er forget 
 
 The wormwood and the gall : 
 Go, fpread your trophies at his feet. 
 And crown him Lord of all. 
 
 5 Babes, men and fires, who know his loyc, 
 
 Who feel your fm and thrall, 
 
 //ocu joy with all the hofts above, 
 
 And crown binr^ Lord of all. 
 
J 5 2 The Lord's Songs ^ 
 
 6 Let every j^indred, every tribe, 
 
 On this terreftrial ball, 
 To him all majefty afcribe, 
 And crown him Lord of al|« 
 
 7 Let all creation join their tongues, 
 
 At once before him fall. 
 
 And fhout, in univerfal fongs, 
 
 The crowned Lord of aU. 
 
 HYMN CXL. Twenty.feventh Metre. 
 T'he Banner of Love. 
 I "TXT HO have empire, fovereign fway, 
 V V Believers once did prove ; 
 Pagan foes were forc'd to fay, 
 
 " See how thefe Chriftians love !** 
 Wav'd the banner of the crofs, 
 
 There the power of God to prove j 
 Chriftians counted all but lofs, 
 And prov'd the power of love ; 
 
 Z Prov'd how bands of dying love 
 
 The hearts of men could draw ^ 
 How the wifdom from above 
 
 Could give the world the law : 
 More than conquerors ! more than palms^ 
 
 Robes of white to them were given, 
 Who on earth could ufe the arms. 
 
 And bear the flag, of heaven. 
 
 3 Glorious fhall our banner wave 1 
 Ourfelves its trophies are ; 
 This to us our Captain gave j 
 Jlis glory we fhill fhar^ ; 
 
A Collet ion. ?53 
 
 Share hisfufferings ! (hare his reign i 
 
 Two-fold glory is the prize ! 
 Crofs and crown we each fhall gain, 
 
 Our vidory certain is ! 
 
 Clouds of witnefTes furround ; 
 
 Our enfign fee difplay'd ; 
 See our brethren yidtors crowu'd, 
 
 Our Captain per£e<^ made ! 
 Raife again your ftandard high, 
 
 Chriitian foldiers ! worthy proye 5 
 Force th'apoftate world to cry, 
 
 See how true Chriftian^ love I 
 
 HYMN CXLI. Seventh Met^e. 
 Pleading Chrijl. Pfalm Ixxxiv. 9. 
 ^ XT ATHER, God, who feeft in m^ 
 X? Only fin and mifery, 
 Turn to thy Anointed One, 
 Look on thy beloved Son, 
 
 2 Turn from me thy glorious eyes 
 To his bloody facrifice ; 
 
 Him, and then the fmner, fee ; 
 Look through Jefus Chrift on me, 
 
 3 Am I thine, thou Son of God I 
 Take the purchafe of thy blood 5 
 Now the ftone to fleih convert ; 
 Call a, look, and melt my heart. 
 
154 The hordes Songs y 
 
 4 Father, anfwer from above ; 
 Is not all thy nature love ! 
 Pity from thine eye let fall ; 
 Blcfs me whilft on thee I call. 
 
 5 Join'd with Chrift, I canaot fail j 
 JLet me now with thee prevail ; 
 And if mine, through him, thou art>, 
 Speak thy mercy to my heart. 
 
 .6 Hear his blood's prevailing cry } 
 Let thy bowels then reply \ 
 Then through him the fmner fee | 
 jf'hcn, in Jefus, look on me ! 
 
 7 Lord, J cannot let thee go, 
 Till a Wefling thou beftow j 
 Hear my Advocate divine, 
 Lo ! to his, my fuit 1 join. 
 
 ;8 Heavenly Fathe;-, Lord of all. 
 
 Hear, and^J^oii; thou hear*ft my call % 
 Bow thine ear, in mercy bow. 
 Smile on m^e g. fmner now ! 
 
 A. 
 
 HYMN CXLIL Third Metre. 
 
 The Angel Lord, 
 
 HOU very Pafchal Lamb, 
 
 ■1 
 
 Whofe blood for us was fhed, 
 Through whom we out of Egypt came^ 
 Thy ranfomM people lead I 
 
A Collet ion. 155 
 
 2 Angel of gofpel-grace, 
 . Fulfil thy charader ; 
 
 To guard and lead thy chofen race. 
 In Ifraers camp appear. 
 
 3 Throughout the defert way 
 Condutfl" us hj thy light ! 
 
 Be thou a cooling cloud by day, 
 A cheering fire by night. 
 
 4 Our fainting fouls fuftain 
 With bkflings from abovcy 
 
 Afid ever on thy people rain 
 The manna of thy love. 
 
 Wesley. 
 
 HYMN CXLIII. Second Metre. 
 At Mxtiftg, 
 1 jr INDRED in Chrift, for his dear fak^ 
 X\. A hearty welcome here receive ; 
 May we together now partake 
 The joys which only he can give ! 
 
 t To you and us by grace *tls given .? 
 
 To know the Saviour's precious name 5 
 And fhortly we (hall meet in heaven, 
 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 caufc our hearts t« burn with' love? 
 
t^6 TM Lord^s Songs ^ 
 
 4 Forgotten be each worldly theme, 
 
 When Chriftians fee each other thus j 
 We only wiih to fpeak of him 
 
 Who liv*d, and dy'd, and reigns, for us. 
 
 ^ We'll talk of all he did and faid. 
 And fuifer'd for us here below ; 
 The path he mark'd for us to tread. 
 An d what he's doing for us now. 
 
 6 Thus, as th^ moments pafs away. 
 We'll love and wonder and adore j 
 And haften on the glorious day. 
 
 When we fliall meet to part no more. 
 
 Newtok. 
 
 tlYMN CXLIV. Firft Metre; 
 u^t Parting, 
 IT np' HRO' thee we nOw together ciSne, " 
 X lu fmglenefs of heart ; 
 We met, O Jefus, in thy name. 
 And in thy name we part. 
 
 1 We part in body, not in mind J 
 Our minds continue one ; 
 While, each to each through Jefus joinM> 
 Wc hand in hand go on. 
 
 3 By holding thee, out federal head. 
 Scattered o'er diftant lands. 
 We're yet one body and one bread, 
 Compact by joints and bands. 
 
A ColleBioft. rrf 
 
 ^i 
 
 4 Z\M\^ as in us all one foul, 
 
 >?o power fhall make us twain j 
 Ar>d mountains rife, and oceans roll. 
 To fe\''er us, in varn^ 
 
 5 Pr^fent we flill in Spirit are< 
 
 And intimately niffh ; 
 While, on the wings of Faith and PfaVrr, 
 We each to other fly. A. 
 
 HYI^IN CXLV. Firfl ketre. 
 The fame Suljecf, 
 
 1 T> LEwST be the dear, uniting lovej 
 Xy That will not let us part ; 
 (j\v bodies may far off remove, 
 
 :itill we are join'd in heart. 
 
 2 J '■ ^^6. in one fpirit to our head, 
 
 vVhere he appoints we go ; 
 And ftlil in Jefu?' footfleps tread,- 
 And do his work below. 
 
 3 r^takers of" the Satriour's grace, 
 
 The fame in mind and heart ; 
 I'or joy, nor grief, nor time, nor p'acc. 
 Nor life nor death can paiT. 
 
 4 may we ever walk with him, 
 
 And nothing know befide ; 
 Nothing defire, nothing eftecm. 
 But Jefus crucified 1 
 
%^% The Lor ^5 Songs ^^ 
 
 5 Clofsr and clofer let us cleave 
 
 To his belov'd embrace ; 
 Exped his fulnefs to receive. 
 And grace to anfwer grac^. 
 
 6 And let us haften to the day, 
 
 Which fhall our iefh reftore : 
 When death fhall all be done awaj. 
 And bodies part no more. 
 
 Av 
 
 HYMN CXLVI. Second I^etre. 
 u4i the Ordination of a Miniftdr. 
 
 1 TJ^ATHER of Mercies! in thy houfc 
 
 K We pay our homage and our vows;' 
 Whilft with a grateful heart ^ve fhare 
 Thefe pledges of our Saviour's caie. 
 
 2 The Saviout, when to heaven he rofe. 
 In fplenrdid triumph o*er his foes. 
 Received gifts for men below, 
 
 And wide his royal bounties flow. 
 
 3 Hence fprang ih'cpofJa* honoured name,. 
 Sa'cred beyond heroic fame ; 
 
 Hence didates the prophetic fage. 
 And hence the evangelic page. 
 
 4 In lower forms, to blefs our eyes, 
 Paftors from hence and teachers rife, 
 Who, though with feebler rays they fiimie, 
 rStill mark a long-extended line. 
 
A ColleEiion. 159 
 
 ^ From- Chrlft their varied gifts derive, 
 And, fed by him, their graces live ; 
 Whilft, guarded by his potent hand, 
 Amidft the rage of hell they ftand. 
 
 6> Zo fhall the bright fuccefflon run. 
 Through all the courfes of the fun ; 
 WhiUt unborn churches, by their dare. 
 Shall rife and flourilh large and fair. 
 
 7 Jcfus, our Lord, their hearts fHall kn^w-f* 
 The fpring whence all thefe blefllngs flow ; 
 Payors and people fliout his praife, 
 Ti:^Q^gh the long round of cndlefs daiys. 
 
 HYMN CXLVII. Second Metr«. 
 Love Suffering and Reigning, 
 OW let our faith grow ftrong and rifcj> 
 And view our Lord in all his love i 
 Look back to hear his dying cries, 
 Then mount and fee his throne above. 
 
 t If we behold his bleeding heart, 
 
 There love in floods of forrow rejgns j 
 He triumphs o*er the killing fmart. 
 And feals our pleafure with his pains. 
 
 ^ Or if, we climb the eternal hills 
 
 Where the dear Conqueror fits cnthron'd> 
 ^111 in his heart compalTiOn dwells, 
 Near the memorials of his wound. 
 
x6a The Lord's Sangs^ 
 
 4 How fHall vile pardon'J rebels ihow 
 
 How much they love their dying Goi ? 
 XiOrd, here we banifti every toi^j 
 
 And hate the iani-that cott his blood. 
 
 ^ Commerce no more we hold with heU; 
 Oar deared lulls jQull all depart ; 
 But let thine imasje ever dwell 
 Stampt iis a feul on every heart. 
 
 W^TTS. 
 
 HYMN CXLVIir. Fli-H' Metre. 
 
 T'hff Excellency of the Scripturej , 
 
 .\THEIl of Mercies ! in thy word 
 What endlefs glory ihines i 
 Forever b^ thy name ador'd, ^ 
 For theie ceiedial lines. 
 
 ■F 
 
 2 Here may the wretched fons of want 
 
 Exhauitle^^s riches find ; 
 Treafures beyond what earth can grai\t. 
 And lading as the mind. 
 
 3 Here the fair tree of knowledge grows. 
 
 And yields a free repail j 
 Sublimcr fruits than nature knows 
 Invite the longing tafle. 
 
 A Here tlie Redeemer's welcome voice 
 Spreads heavenly peace around ; 
 ^nd life and everlafting joyi 
 Attead the l^ifst^ul found. 
 
A Colkaion, iSj 
 
 ^ O may thefe heavenly pages be 
 Our itudy and delight ; 
 ^nd ftill new beauties may we fee? 
 And ftiil increafmg light. 
 
 6 Divine Inftruftor, gracious Lord, 
 Be thou forever near ; 
 Teach us to love thy facred word, 
 And view our Saviour there. 
 
 Mrs. Steele, 
 
 HYMN CXLIX. Firfl Metre. 
 Extent of Chrijl's Kingdom. Ifaiah ii. I — 5. 
 1 ^^ 'ER mountain tops the mount of God 
 \_J In latter days (hall rife, 
 Above the fummit of the hills, 
 And draw the wondering eyes. 
 
 i To thk the joyful nations round, 
 
 All tribes and tongues, fhall flow ; 
 Up to the mount of God, they fay, 
 And to his houfe, we'll go. 
 
 3 The beams' that fhine from Zion's hill, 
 
 Shill brighten every land ; 
 The King, who reigns in Salem's tov/ers^ 
 Shall the whole world command. 
 
 4 Among the nations he fhall judge ; 
 
 His judgment, truth fhall guide ; 
 His fceptre fhiU protecft the juft, 
 And crufh the uaner's pride. 
 P a 
 
I Si Tks Lord's SsrtgSy. 
 
 ^ No war fhall rage, nor hoftile ftrlfe , 
 Diftarb rhofe happy yeaps ; 
 To oloughili^res miF» ihallbcat their iVords, 
 
 To pruning-hooks their Ipciri:. 
 
 No longer, hoft, encountering hofl. 
 
 Shall heaps of {lain deplore ; 
 They'll lay the martial trumpet by. 
 And ftudy war no more. 
 
 Scotch Parapr rases. A, 
 
 HYMN CL. Firft Metre. 
 CharaEter of Chrijl, Ifaiah xlii, 
 
 1 r-T^HUS faich the Lord, who built ths 
 
 X And bade the planets roll ; [heavens, 
 Who peopled all the climes of eardi. 
 And forni'd the human foul ; 
 
 2 ** Behold my fervant ; fee him rife, 
 
 Exalted in my might ! 
 Hina have i chofen, and in him 
 I place my fouPs delight. 
 
 3 *' On him, in rich effufion pour'd, 
 
 My Spirit ihull defccnd ; 
 My truth and judgment he (bail Ihow 
 To earth's rcmoteft end. 
 
 4. *' Gentle and ftlU fhali be his voice, 
 No Itrifes from him proceed ; 
 The fmoking flax he fhall not quench, 
 Nor break the bruifcd reed. 
 
A CQlleSlion* 163. 
 
 5 " The feeble fpark to flame he*ll raifc ; 
 The weak vill not defpife ; 
 Judgment fhall he bring forth to truth. 
 And make the fallen rife. 
 
 C " The progrefs of his zeal and power 
 Shiill never know decline ; 
 Till foreign lands and diftant ifles 
 Receive the law divine.'* 
 
 Scotch Paraphrases. 
 
 HYMN CLI. Firft Metre. 
 Chriji's Humiliation. Ifaiah liil. 
 
 1 'Tp HE Saviour comes ! no outward pomp 
 
 i Befpeaks his prefence nigh ; 
 No earthly beauties in him {hine, 
 To draw the carnal eye. 
 
 2 Like as a tender pUnt, or root, 
 
 Amidft the defert grows ; 
 So, flighted and defpis'd of men, 
 The heavenly Saviour rofe, ^ 
 
 3 Theyview'd him as condemned by He^tven, 
 
 An outcaft fiom his God ; 
 While for their fins he groan' d and bled. 
 Beneath his Father's rod, 
 
 4 With fmners in the daft he lay. 
 
 The rich a grave fupply'd ; 
 Eecaufe, unfpotted was his life, 
 Vnjlam'd by fm he dy'd. 
 
j64 The Lord's Songs^ 
 
 5 His foul, rejoicing, fhall behold 
 
 The purchafc of his pain ; 
 
 And every finner by him fav'd 
 
 Shall blcfs MeOiah's reign, 
 
 6 As thus he bare the people's fin. 
 
 So they fhall be forgiven ; 
 He died to fin, but lives to God, 
 And intercedes in heaven. 
 
 Scotch Paraphrases. A. 
 
 HYMN CLIL Fira Metre. 
 The Invitation. Ifaiah Iv. 
 2 " T T O, ye that thirft ! approach the fpring, 
 XjL Where living waters flow ; 
 Free to that facred fountain all 
 Without a prit:e may go. 
 
 2 ** How long to ftreams of falfe delight 
 
 Will ye in crowds repair? 
 How long your ftrength and fubftance wafle 
 On trifles light as air ? 
 
 3 " My ftores afford thofe rich fupplies. 
 
 That health and pleafurc give ; 
 Incline your ear, and come to me j 
 Hear, and yo'ur foul fliall live. 
 
 4 " With you a covenant 1 will make, 
 
 That ever fhall endure ; 
 The hope that gladden'd David's heart, 
 V^y mercy hath made fureo 
 
A CoUeBlon. 165 
 
 5 " Bebold, he corr.es, your Leader comes. 
 
 With might and honour crown'd ! 
 A witnefs who £haU fpread ray name 
 To earth's remoteft bound. 
 
 6 "A nation haflens to thy call, 
 
 Unknown to thee before ; 
 Nations fhall come who knew not thee. 
 And liraers God adore." 
 
 Scotch Paraphrases. A. 
 
 HYMN CLIII. Firft Metre. 
 Repentarux and Pardon. Ifaiah Iv. 
 
 I TT ET iinners leave their wicked ways, 
 
 \ A Their evil thoughts forego ; 
 The Lord, to vrhom ihey (hall ret.um> 
 Returning grace will {how. 
 
 'Z Ks'U pardon with o'erfiowing love j 
 For, hear the voice divine ; 
 «* My nature is not like to yours, 
 
 Nor like your ways are mine. / 
 
 3 " But, far as hea"^en*s refplendent orbs 
 
 Beyond this earth extend, 
 So far my thoughts, fo far my ways, 
 Your thoughts and ways tranfcend. 
 
 4 " Like as the fiiowers from heaven dift:!, 
 
 N(.r thither rife ag^an, 
 But fwell the earth with fruitful juicCj 
 And all its tribes fuftain ; 
 
tSS The l.ord*s Songs^ 
 
 5 " So, not a word that goes from me, 
 
 Shall ineffedtual fall ; 
 
 But univerfal nature prove 
 
 Obedient to my call. 
 
 6 " Where briers grew, in barren wilds, 
 
 Shall firs and myrtles fpring ; 
 And nature, through her utrtioft bounds. 
 Eternal praifes Cng." 
 
 Scotch Paraphrases. A, 
 
 HYMN CLIV. Firft Metre. 
 The Building of God. 2 Cor. v. r. 
 
 1 Q OON fhall our earthly houfe diiTjlve, 
 O This frame in ruins lie ; 
 
 But better manfions wait the juft. 
 Prepared above the fky. 
 
 2 An houfe eternal, built by God, 
 
 Shall lodge the holy mind, 
 When once the prifon-walls are broke 
 In which 'tis now confined. 
 
 3 Sach >re the hopes that cheer the juftj 
 
 Thefe hopes their God hath given j 
 His Spirit is the earneft now, 
 And feaU their fouls for heaven. 
 
 ^ What now In hope affords fuch joy. 
 We long and pant to fee ; 
 We would be abfent from the flefh, 
 >Vnd prefent. Lord, with thee ! 
 
 Scotch Faraphraszs. A? 
 
A CoUeSHon. 167 
 
 HYMN CLV. Second Mctr^. 
 
 S'tnai and Zisn, 
 
 I 'T*^ HE God who once to Ifrael fpokc, ' 
 X From Sinai's top, in fire and fmoke, 
 In gentler ft'rains of gofpel grace. 
 Invites us now to feek his ivict. 
 
 t He wears rio terrors on his brow ; 
 He fpeaks in love from Zion now ; 
 It fs the voice of Jefus' blood, 
 That calls us wanderers back to God. 
 
 3 God^sfervanti Mofes, quak'd and fear'd,- 
 When Sinai's thundering law he heard ; 
 But reigning grace, with accents mild, 
 Speaks to the fmner 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 ? 
 O may Almighty Power conllrain, 
 That grace may not be preach'd in vain. 
 
 6 Elfe, how ftiall we his prefence bear. 
 When as our Judge he fhall appear ? 
 When flighted love to wrath Ihall turn, 
 And the whole earth like Sinai burn I 
 
 Newtoh. Ao- 
 
\€% Tb^ Lcrd's Songs, 
 
 HYMN CLVl. Firft Metre. 
 • Lave to Cirtfl, 
 
 1 Tr\0 not I love thee, dearefl Lord ? 
 
 I J Behold VTij heart, and fee ; 
 And turn each worthlefs Idol out> 
 That dares to rival thee. 
 
 2 Is not thf name melodious flill, 
 
 To my enraptured ear ? 
 Doth not my pulfe with pleafure bei:. 
 My Saviour's voice to hear ? 
 
 3 Haft thon a lamb in all thy flock, 
 
 I would difdain to feed ? 
 Haft thou a foe before whofe face 
 I fear thy caafe to plead ? 
 
 4 Would not my ardent fpirit vie 
 
 With angels round thy throne. 
 To execute thy facred will, 
 And make thy glory known ? 
 
 5 Would not my heart poor out its blood. 
 
 In honour of thy name ? 
 And challenge the cold hand of death. 
 To damp th' immortal flame ? 
 
 6 Thou know'ft I love thee, O my Lord ; 
 
 Bui how I long to foar 
 Above the fphere of mortal joys, 
 And learn to love thee more. 
 
 Doddridge. 
 
J Co I legion. i6g 
 
 HYMN CLVII. Third Metre, 
 CoitipalJion and Forgivenefs, 
 
 1 T HEAR the voice of woe I 
 JL I hear a brother's figh ! 
 
 Then let my heart with pity flow. 
 With tears of love, mine eye. 
 
 2 I hear the thirfty cry ! 
 The hungry beg for bread ! 
 
 Then let my fpring its ftream fupply. 
 My band its bounty fhed. 
 
 3 The debtor hambly fues, 
 Who would, but cannot pay ; 
 
 And (hall I lenity refufe, 
 Who need it «very day ? 
 
 4 Shall not my wrath relent, 
 Touch'd by that humble ilraln — 
 
 My brother crying, ** I repent. 
 Nor will offend again V* 
 
 5 If not, how fiiall I dare 
 Appear before thy face, 
 
 Great God, and how prefent the prayer 
 For thy forgiving grace i 
 
 6 They who forgive, fhall find 
 Remiffion, in that day, 
 
 When all the merciful and kind 
 Thy pity (hall repay. 
 
 Q 
 
17© The Lord's Songs ^ 
 
 J But all who here below, 
 
 Mercy refufe to grant, 
 Shall judgment without mercy know, 
 
 When mercy moft they want. 
 
 Enfield. 
 
 HYMN CLVIII. Second Metre- 
 Time. 
 
 1 /^ OD of eternity, from thee 
 
 V_T Did infant time its being draw; 
 Mimlites and days, and months and years'* 
 Revolve by an unvaried law, 
 
 2 Silent and flow they glide away ; 
 
 Steady and ftrong the current flows. 
 Till loft in that unmeafured fea. 
 From which its being firft arofe. 
 
 5 The thoughtlefs fons of Adam's race 
 Upon the rapid ilream are borne. 
 To that unfeen, eternal home, 
 From which no travellers return, 
 
 4 Yet whilft the fhore on either fide 
 
 Prefents a gaudy, flattering lliow, 
 We gaze, in fond amazement loft, 
 Nor think to what a world we go. 
 
 5 Great Source of Wifdoni, teach our hearts 
 
 To know the price of every hour ; 
 That time may bear us on to joys. 
 Beyond its meafure and its power. 
 
 Reformed Liturgy. 
 
A CollcBion. 17 « 
 
 •HYMN CLIX. Firft Metre. . 
 Longing for Heaven. 
 I O URE 'tis in vain to feek for blifs, 
 O For biifs can ne'er be found, 
 Till we arrive where Jefus is, 
 And tread on heavenly ground. 
 
 z There's nothing round the fpreading fkiesj 
 Or on this earthly clod. 
 Nothing, my foul, that's worth thy joys. 
 Or lovely as thy God. 
 
 3 *Tis heaven on earth to tafte his lovcj 
 
 To feel his quickening grace : 
 And all the heaven I hope above. 
 Is but to fee his face. 
 
 4 Why move my years in flow delay ? 
 
 And why this fear to die ? 
 Death's but a guide that leads my way 
 To a fuperior £ky. 
 
 r Dear fovereign, break thefe vital firings, 
 That bind me to my clay ; 
 Help me to rife, and ftretch my wings. 
 And mount and foar away. 
 
 '* ' ' Watts9 
 
 HYMN CLX. Second Metre. 
 Invitation to the Supper, 
 If C! INNERS, obey the gofpel word, 
 O Come to the Supper of the Lord ; 
 
iy2 The hordes Snngs^ 
 
 Be wife to know your gracious day j 
 All things are ready — come away. 
 
 2 Ready the Father is to own 
 And kifsjsiis late-returning fon ; 
 Ready the gracious Saviour ftands. 
 And Ipreads for you his bleeding hands^ 
 
 3 Ready the Spirit from above, 
 
 To fill your hearts with heavenly love ; 
 To apply, and witnefs with the blood. 
 To waih, and feal you fonsof God. 
 
 4 Ready the faints around you ^wait, 
 To triumph in your bled eftate ; 
 In prefence of the Angels, praife 
 Awaits the fovereign power of grace. 
 
 5 Hafte to the feaft ; the Mafter ftands, 
 And o'er the table fpreads his hands ; 
 For with this theme muft all be crown'd^-» 
 " The dead's alive, the lofi is found." 
 
 A. 
 
 HYMN CLXI. Second Metre^ 
 
 Z>ove to yefus. 
 
 I '' I "'HEE will I love, my Lord, my tower, 
 X Thee will I love, and bleis thy throne ; 
 1'hee wjll I love with all my power 
 Qf mind and ftrength, an^ thee alone* 
 
A Colledion. 173 
 
 Z Thee -will I love, my Lord, my God ! 
 Thee will I love, my joy my crown! 
 Thee will I love, and bear thy rod, 
 As in thy fmiles, fo in thy frown \ 
 
 A. 
 
 HYMN CLXII. Twenty-fourth Metre, 
 ji Friend indeed. Prov. xviii. 2^. 
 I /^ NE there is, above all others, 
 
 V^ Well deferves the name of friend j 
 His is love beyond a brother's, 
 
 Coftly, free, and knows no end : 
 They who once his kindnefs prove. 
 Find it eyerlafting Ipve I 
 
 3 Which of all our friends, to fave us. 
 Could or would have fpilt his blood } 
 
 But our Jefus dy'd to have us 
 Reconcil'd in him to God : 
 
 This was boundlefs love indeed ! 
 
 Jefus is a friend in need, 
 
 3 Men, when raised to lofty ftations, 
 
 Often know their friends no more j 
 Slight and fcorn their poor relations. 
 
 Though they valued them before % 
 But our Saviour always owns 
 Thofe whom he redeemed with groans. 
 
 4 When he llv'd on earth abafed, 
 
 Friend of Sinners was his name | 
 Now, above all giory raifed, 
 He rejoices in the fame : 
 
X74 T'Z'^ Lories Songs-^ 
 
 Still he calls them Brethren, Friends* 
 And to all their wants attends. 
 
 5 Could we bear from one another 
 
 What he daily bears from us ? 
 Yet this glorious Friend and Brother 
 
 Loves us, though we treat hina thus ; 
 Though for good we render ill, 
 He accounts us brethren ftill. 
 
 6 Oh for grace, our hearts to foften ! 
 
 Teach us, Lord, in truth to love : 
 We, alas ! forget too often 
 
 What a friend we have above : 
 When to thee our fouls are brought, 
 We will love thee as we ought. 
 
 NEWT0^f, 
 
 HYMN CLXIIL Firft Metre. 
 Lord^s Da^ Morn in or. 
 
 1 ' I ^HIS is the day, the Lord's own day> 
 
 I A day of holy reft ; 
 Teach me, O Lord, to reft from fin ; 
 That reft will pleafc thee beft, 
 
 2 This is the day, the day, O Lord, 
 
 On which thou didft arife ; 
 For finners having made thyfelf 
 A fmlefs facrihce. 
 
 3 Thou, Juord, didft die and rife again* 
 
 And' didft afcend on high. 
 
A Co lied i on ^ ,175 
 
 That we, poor Tinners, loft and dead. 
 Might live eternally. 
 
 4 Welcome and dear unto my foul 
 
 Is thy mod holy day ! 
 May I th' eternal Sabbath keep. 
 With God, my (Irength and (lay. 
 
 5 I come, I wait, I hear, I pray, 
 
 Thy footfleps, Lord, I trace ; 
 I joy to think this is the way 
 To fee my Saviour's face. 
 
 HYMN CLXIV. Firil Metre. 
 Lord^s I^ay Evening. 
 X XirrHEN, 0, dear Jefus ! when {KaUl 
 VV Behold thee ail ferene ? 
 Bleft in perpetual Saobath-day, - 
 Without a veil between I 
 
 2 Affilt me while I wander here, 
 
 A mid ft a world of cares ; 
 Incline my heart to pv«ty with love, 
 And then accept my prayers. 
 
 3 Releafe my foul from every chain, 
 
 No mere hell's captive led ; 
 
 And pardon a repenting child, 
 
 For whom the Saviour bled. 
 
 4 Spare me, O God ! O fpare the foul 
 
 That gives itfelf to thee ; 
 
 Take all that 1 pofFefs "below, 
 
 And give thyfeif to me. 
 
17^ The Lord^s Songs ^ 
 
 5 Thy Spirit, O my Father ! give. 
 To be my guide and friend ; 
 To light my way to ceafelefs joys, 
 To Sabbaths without end. 
 
 Cennick^ 
 
 HYMN CLXV. Fourteenth Metre. 
 
 For New Tear*s Day, 
 1 XXTHILE, with ceafelefs courfe, the fun 
 VV Hafted through the former yeaf» 
 Many fouls their race have run, 
 Never more to meet us liere, 
 Fix'd in an eternal ftate, 
 ' They have done with all below ; 
 We a little longer wait, ' 
 
 But how little, none can knovr. 
 
 t As the winged arrow flies, 
 
 Speedily the mark to find ; 
 As the lightning from the fsies 
 
 Darts, and leaves no trace ttehind ;; 
 Swiftly thus our fleeting days 
 
 Bear us down life's rapid ftream | 
 Upwarcjs, Lord, pur fpirits raife— 
 
 All below is but a 4ream. 
 
 ^ Thanks for mercies paft, receive. 
 Pardon of our fins renew j 
 Teach us henceforth how to llyc, 
 V/ith eternity in view„ 
 
J Colled ton. 177 
 
 Blefs the word to youD,g and old. 
 Fill us with a Saviour^ love '; 
 
 And when life's (hort tale is told, 
 May we dwell with thee above. 
 
 Newton. 
 
 HYMN CLXVI. Firft Metre. 
 The fame Suhjea. 
 
 1 "VTOW, gracious Lord, thine arm reveal, 
 X\l And make thy glory known; 
 
 Now let us all thy prefeace feel. 
 
 And foften he?.rts of (tone. / 
 
 2 Help ut; to venture near thy throne, 
 
 And plead a Saviour's name ; 
 For all that v/e can call our own, 
 Is vaiuty and (hame. 
 
 3 From all the gu^ of former fin, 
 
 May mercy fet us free ; 
 And let the year we now begin, 
 Begin and, end with thee. 
 
 ^ Send down thy Spirit from above, 
 Th*t faints may love chee more ; 
 And fmners nov/ may learn to love, 
 Who never lov'd before. 
 
 ^itnd when before thee we appear. 
 In our eternal home. 
 May growing numbers worihip here, 
 And praife thee in our room. 
 
 Newton'. 
 
jyB The Lord's Songs, 
 
 HYMN CLXVII. Seventeenth Metre* 
 The American Hero. 
 
 1 "TTT^Y fkould vain mortals tremble afc 
 ' V V the fight of 
 
 Death and deftruition in the field of battle. 
 Where blood and carnage clothe the ground in 
 crimfon, Sounding wi]th death groans? 
 
 2 Death will invade us by the means appointed. 
 And we muft all bovir to the king of terrors ; '* 
 Nor am I anxious, if I am prepared, 
 
 What lh;ipe he cc^cs in^ 
 
 3 Infinite Goodnefs teaches us fubmiffion, 
 Bids us be quiet under all his dealings ; 
 Never repining, but forever praifing 
 
 God our Creator. 
 
 4 Well may we praife him ; all his ways arc 
 
 perfect ; 
 Though a refplendence infinitely glowing. 
 Dazzles of glory on the fight 6f mortals, 
 * Struck blind by luflrc i 
 
 5 Good is Jehovah in beft owing funfiiinc. 
 Nor lefs his goodnefs in the ftorm of thunder r 
 Mercies and judgments both proceed from 
 kindnefs— Infinite kindnefs ! "' 
 
A Colle6lion. 179 
 
 § Then, to the wifdom of my Lord and Matter 
 i wrll commit all that 1 have or wf{h for : 
 Sweetly as babes fleep will I give my life up» 
 When call'd to yield it. 
 
 7 Now, Mar if I dare thee, clad infmoky pillars^ 
 Burfting from bomb-Ihelis, roaring from the 
 
 cannon, 
 Rattling in grape-fhot ,Hke a ftorm of hail-ftones. 
 Torturing ether. 
 
 8 IJ|> thebteak heavens let the fpreading flamed 
 
 rife, . . , . [lumns. 
 
 Breaking like -/Etna through the fmoking co- 
 LoWering like £gypt o^er the fallen city. 
 
 Wantonly burnt down. 
 
 9 Whilft all their hearts quick palpitate for 
 
 havock, [lions ; 
 
 Let flip your blood-hounds, nam*d the Britifti 
 
 Dauntlefs as death-ftares, nimble as the whirl-* 
 
 wind, Dreadful as demons I 
 
 10 Let oceans waft oh alt your floating caftles. 
 Fraught with deftru(5tion, horrible to nature i 
 Then, with your fails filPd by a ftorm of ven- 
 geance, Beat down to battle t 
 
 1 1 Still (ball the ban-ner of the King of hea- 
 
 ven 
 Never advance where I*m afraid to follow ; 
 While that precedes me, v^ith an open bofom, 
 War, I defy thee V 
 
t So The Lord's ^oitgs^ 
 
 1 2 Life, for my cotintry and the caufe of ffec* 
 
 dom, 
 Is but a tri0e for a worm to part with ; 
 Atid if preferved in fo great a conteft, 
 Life is redoubled. 
 
 NlLES* 
 
 HYMN CLXVIIL ^ Second Metre. . 
 
 'The God cj Thunder, 
 
 1 ^^ THE immenfe, thVamazing. 1 eigUt, 
 V_^ The boundlefs grandeur of our God, 
 Who treads the \yorld beneath his feet. 
 
 And fways the nations with his nod ! 
 
 2 He fpeaks ; and lo, all nature ftiakes ; 
 
 Heaven's everlafting pillars bow ; 
 He rends the cio-uds 'wit-h hideous cracks, 
 And fhocts his ftery'aiTOws through. 
 
 3 Well, let the nations ftart and fly 
 
 At the blue lightning's horrid glare^ 
 Atheifts ar»d emperors (lirink and die, 
 When flame and norrfe torment the aif« 
 
 4 Celeftial King, thy blaiing. power 
 
 Kindles our hearts to 6aming joys; 
 We I'liout to hear the thunders roar, 
 And eelio to oor; Father ?s voice. 
 
 5 Thus fhall the God our Saviour come, 
 And iigbtnings round his chariot play j 
 Ye lightnings, fly to m.ake him room. 
 Ye glorious ftorms, prepare his way. 
 
 Watts. 
 
A ColledioK. iBi 
 
 r HYMN CLXIX. Thirty-ninth Metre. 
 The good Land. Numbers xiii. 30. Deut. iii. 25- 
 
 1 g^ OME, Lord, and help us to rejoice, 
 V^ In hope that we fhall hear thy voice, 
 ,, ^ Shall fee one day our God ; 
 
 Shall ccafc from all our painful ftrife. 
 Handle and tafte the word of life, 
 Anvd feel the fprinkled blood, 
 
 2 Rejoicing now in carnell hope, 
 
 \\)*€ ftand, and from the mountain top 
 
 See all the land below ; 
 Rivers of milk and honey rife. 
 And all the fruits of paradife 
 
 In endlefs j)lej;ity grow. 
 
 3 A land of corn, and wine, and oil, 
 Favour'd with God's peculiar {miiej- 
 
 • With every biefliag bleft ; r.; ', 
 
 There dwells the Lord our righteoufn efs, 
 And keeps his own in perfect peace, 
 And everlafting reft. 
 
 4 O when fhall we at once go up, 
 Nor this fide Jordan longer ftop, 
 
 ;But the good land po£efs ? 
 When (hall we end our lingering years. 
 Our forrows, fins, and doubts^ and fears^ 
 
 .Ami howling wilderacisi 
 
 R 
 
j82 The Lerd^s Songs ^ 
 
 5 O deareft Jofliua ! bring as in ; 
 Difplay thy grace, forgive our fin, 
 
 C3ur unbelief remove : 
 The heavenly Canaan, Lord, divide^ 
 And, Q, with all the fandified, 
 
 Give us a lot of love ! 
 
 HYMNCLXX. Ninth Metre. 
 Joy in Chrifl and eleSing Love, 
 OW happy are wc, 
 
 H 
 
 Our election who fee, 
 And venture, O Lord, for falvation on thee ^ 
 
 In Jefus approv'd, 
 
 Eternally lov'd, 
 Upheld by thy power, we cannot be mov*i. 
 
 2 'Tis fweet to recline 
 On the bofonn divine, 
 
 And experience the comforts peculiar to thine: 
 While, born from above, I 
 
 And upheld by thy love, 
 
 With fmging and triumph to Zion we raovc. 
 
 3 Our feektpg thy face, 
 Was all of thy grace, 
 
 Thy mercy demands,and fliall have allthepraifc : 
 
 No fmner can be 
 
 Beforehand of thee ; 
 Thy grace is preventing, almighty and free. 
 
AColledion. 183 
 
 4 Our Saviour and friend 
 His love (hall extend : 
 
 It knew no beginning, and never fhall end. 
 
 Whom once he receives, 
 
 His Spirit ne'er leaves, 
 Nor ever repents of the grace that he givei. 
 
 5 This proof we would give, 
 That thee we receive, 
 
 Thou art precious alone to the fouls thatbelieve : 
 
 Bz precious to us ; 
 
 All beflde is but drofs, 
 Compared to thf lave and the blood of the crefs. 
 
 4 Yet one thing we want — 
 
 More holinefs grant : 
 For more of thy mind and thy image we paBt ; 
 
 Thine image imprcfs 
 
 On thy favourite race ; 
 O f aft ion and polilh thy veflels of grace. 
 
 7 Thy workmanlhip we 
 
 More fully would be: 
 Lord,ft retchout thy hand and conform us to thet; 
 
 Whil€ joyful we move 
 
 Towards Canaan above, 
 Come, fill us with holinefs, fill us with love. 
 
 % Vouchfafo us to know 
 
 More of thee below ; 
 Thus £t us for heaven, and glory beftow ; 
 
 Our harps ihall be tunM, 
 
 The Lamb (hall be crown'd ; 
 SalvftUoato Jcfug through heaven ftiall refound. 
 
 To? LADY. 
 
 ^^ 
 
ti4 The Lcrd^s So77p, 
 
 HYMN CLXXI. Eleventh Metre. 
 Precious Promtfet. 2 Peter i. 4. 
 ^ T T O W firm a foundation, ye faints of tBe 
 Xx Lord, 
 
 Is laid for your faith in his excellent trord I 
 What more can he fay, than to you he hath 
 
 faid, 
 You, who unto Jefus for refuge have fled ? 
 
 2 In every condition, in ficknefs and health. 
 In poverty*s vale, or abounding in wealth ;• 
 At home and abroad, on the land, on the fea, 
 *^As the days may demand, fhall thy ftrength 
 
 ever be» ' 
 
 3 ** Fear not; I am with thee;ObenotdifmayM5 
 
 I, I am thy God, and will ftill give thee aid ;' 
 I'll ftrengthen thee, help thee, and caufe the^ 
 
 to ftand, 
 "Upheld by my righteous. Omnipotent hand. 
 
 4 "When thro' the deep waters I call thee to go, 
 " The rivers of woe fliall not thee o'erflow ; ' 
 
 For I will be with thee, thy troubles to blefs. 
 And fin«5lify to thee thy deepeft diftrefs. 
 
 5 "When through fiery trials thy path waj 
 
 ihalUie, 
 My grace all-fufficient ftiall be thy fupply ; 
 The flame fhall not hurt thee ; I only defigw 
 Thy drofs to confume, and thy gold to refine'J 
 
A CoIIedion. 185 
 
 $ "Even down to old age, all my people fhall 
 
 prove 
 Mf fovereign, eternal, unchangeable love ; 
 And when hoary hairs fliall their temples 
 
 adorn, [borne. 
 
 Like lambs they fhall ftill in my bofom be 
 
 7 "ThefoulthatonJefushathleanMror repofe, 
 / tuili noty I lu'dl noty defert to his foes ; 
 That foul, though all hell Ihould endeavour 
 
 to (hake, 
 V\imver — no, never — no, nsvertforfake.** 
 
 K E N N AD y , filtered hy an unknovjn hand. 
 
 HYMN CLXXIL Third Metre. 
 y^n Evening Hymn,^ 
 t nr^HE day is paft and gone, 
 
 JL The evening (hades appear j 
 O may we all remember well, 
 The night of death is near. 
 
 2 We lay our garments by, 
 Upon our beds to reft ; 
 
 So death will foon difrobe us ail, 
 Of what we here pofTefs. 
 
 3 Lord, keep us Cafe this nigh:, 
 Secure from all cur fears ; 
 
 M^y angels guard us while we fleep, 
 Till morning light appears. 
 
 R 2 
 
iS5 The Lord's Scrips 
 
 4 Ant! wheh we early rife, 
 And view th' unwearied fun ; 
 
 May we fet out to win the prize. 
 And after glory run. 
 
 5 And when our days are paft, 
 And we from time remove ; ' 
 
 O may we in thy bofom reft, - 
 The bofom of thy love. 
 
 HYMN CLXXIIl. Firft Metre, 
 
 I TV /TERCY, good Lord, mercy I afk 5 
 XVX This is the total fum ; 
 For mercy, Lord, is all my fuit 5 
 Lord, let thy mercy come. 
 
 3 Lord, if thou wilt my fins forgive, 
 And not in wrath deftroy ; 
 'T-vvill add new comforts to thy faintSj 
 5refti triumphs to their joy. 
 
 3 This will encourage fmners, Lord, 
 
 To turn and feek thy face ; 
 When they fhall hear the worft of them 
 Has now obtain'd thy grace. ''*' 
 
 4 My fms indeed are numberlefs ; 
 
 Are not thy mercies fo ? 
 This did thy pardon'd ones profefs, 
 To thee they bade me go. 
 
ACoHeaim. 1S7 
 
 5 Where fin abounds, thy word does fay, 
 
 Grace has abounded more ; 
 This IS, and ftill fliall be, my plea, 
 Whilil thou haft grace in ftoro* 
 
 6 Mercy, good Lord, mercy I afk ; 
 
 This is the total fum : 
 For mercy. Lord, is all my fuit j 
 ' Lordj let thy mercy com«. 
 
 HYMN CLXXIV. Twenty-feventh Metre, 
 Chr'tfi^s Cruci^xion, 
 
 1 TESUS drinks the bitter cup, 
 J The wine-prefs treads alone ; 
 Tears the graves and mountains up. 
 
 By his expiring groan : 
 Lo ! the powers of heaven he fhakes 5 
 
 Nature in conv'ulfion lies ; 
 Earth's profoundeft centre quakes, 
 
 The great Jehovah dies. 
 
 2 Dies the Glorious Caufe of All, 
 
 The true Eternal Pan ; 
 Falls to raife us from our fall, 
 
 To ranfom fmful man. 
 Well might Sol withdraw his lightj 
 
 With the ftifFerer fympathize ; 
 Leave the world in fudden night, 
 
 While his Creator dies. 
 
 3 O ! my foul, he dies for thee ; 
 1 feel the monal fmart ! 
 See him hanging on the tree, 
 A fight that breaks the heart 1 
 
1 88 The hordes Songs ^ 
 
 O that all to him might turn ! 
 
 Sinners, you may love hira too ; 
 Look on him, ye pierc'd, and mourn 
 
 For one who dy'd for you. 
 
 4 Weep o'er your defire and hope, 
 With tears of humbleft love ; 
 
 Shout, for Jefus is gone up, 
 And lives enthron'd above : 
 
 Lives our head, to die no more- 
 Power is all to Jefus given ; 
 
 Worfhipp'd as he was before, 
 Th' immortal King of heaven. 
 
 TOPLADY. 
 
 HYMN CLXXV. Sixth Metre. 
 The yt^'ijh Ceremonial. 
 
 1 TSP^AEL, in ancient days, 
 JL Not only had a view 
 Of Sinai in a blaze, 
 
 But learn'd the gofpel too : 
 The types and figures were a glafs, 
 In which they faw the Saviour's face. 
 
 2 The Pafchal Sacrifice, 
 
 And blood-befprinkled door, 
 Seen with enlightened eyes, 
 
 And once applyM with power, 
 Would teach the need of other blood, 
 To fave us from the wrath of God. 
 
 3 The Lamb, the Dove, fet forth 
 
 His perfe<fl innocence, 
 Whofe blood of matchlefs worth 
 Shoul4 be the fours defence j 
 
A Colle^lon. 18; 
 
 For he who can for fin atone 
 
 J tuiVhave no failings of his own, 
 
 4 The Scape-goat on his head 
 
 The people's trefpafs bore» 
 And, to the defert led, 
 
 Was to be ktn no more : 
 In him our Surety feemM to fay, 
 ** Behold, I bear your fins away/' 
 
 5 Dipt in his fellow's blood. 
 
 The living Bird went free j 
 The type, well underllood, 
 - Exprefsd the finners plea ; 
 pefcrib'd a guilty foul enlarged, 
 And by a Saviour's death difcharg'd« 
 
 6 Jefus, I love to trace. 
 
 Throughout the facred page, 
 The footftcps of thy graces 
 The fame in every age ! 
 O grant that I may faithful be 
 yo clearer light vouchfaf'd to mc. 
 
 Cow 
 
 PER. 
 
 HYMN CLXXVI. Forty-fifth Mttrc. 
 
 The unfearchahh Riches of Chrijt. 
 
 OW fhall I my Saviour fet forth ? 
 Hew fhall I his beauties declare \ 
 O h^w fhall I fpeak of his worth, 
 Or v/hat his chief digr.iti-es are \ 
 
 'H 
 
190 The LoriVs S^ngs^ 
 
 His angeh can never cxprefs. 
 
 Nor faints who lit neareft his thronCi 
 
 How rich are his treafures of grace : 
 No ! this is a myft'ry unknown. 
 
 2 In him all the fulnefs of God 
 
 Forever tranfcendentiy Ihines ; 
 Though once like a mortal he flood. 
 
 To finifh his gracious defigns : 
 Though once he was naiPd to the crofS} 
 
 Vile rebels like me to fet free, 
 His glory fuftained no lofs. 
 
 Eternal his kingdom fhall be. 
 
 3 His wifdoro, his love and his power 
 
 Seemed then with each other to vici 
 When finners he ftoop'd to rcftore. 
 
 Poor finners condemned to die ! 
 He laid all his grandeur afide, 
 
 And dwelt in a cottage of clay : 
 Poor finners he lov'd, till he dy'd 
 
 To wafh their pollutions away. 
 
 4 Come, ail ye who fee yourfelves loft, 
 
 And feel yourfelves burdenM with fin, 
 Draw near while with terror you're toft ; 
 
 Believe, and your peace fhall begia. 
 He riches has ever in ftore, 
 
 And treafures that never can wafte r 
 Here's pardon,here*s grace, yea, andmorc- 
 
 Herc's glory eternal at lail. 
 
A Lollection* 191 
 
 HYMN CLXXVIL FIrft Metre. 
 The loft Sheep found, 
 I "TXT HEN fome kind (hepherd from his 
 VV fold 
 
 Has loft a ftraying fiieep, 
 Through vales, o'er hills, he anxious loves, 
 And climbs the mauntain*s fteep. 
 
 t But O the joy, the tranfport fweet. 
 When he the wanderer finds 1 
 Up in his arms he takes his charge, 
 And to his fhoulder binds. 
 
 3 Homeward he haftes to tell his joys, 
 
 And make his blifs complete : 
 The n«ghbours hear the news, and all 
 The joyful ihcpherd greet. 
 
 4 Yet how much greater is the joy, 
 
 When but one fmner turns ! 
 When the poor wretch with broken heart 
 His fms and errors mourns ! 
 
 5 PleasM with the news, the faints below. 
 
 In fongs their tongues employ ; 
 Beyond the fkies the tidings go. 
 And heaven is fiU'd with joy. 
 
 6 Well pleasM the Father fees and hears 
 
 The conicious fmner weep ; 
 
 Jefus receives him to his arms, 
 
 And owns him for a fheep. 
 
t^a Th£ Lord's Song:, 
 
 7 Nor angels can their joys contain, 
 
 Bat kindle with new fire : 
 " A wandering flieep returned," they fing. 
 
 And ftrike the founding lyre. 
 
 HYMN CLXXVIII. Third Metre, 
 ., Confejfion and Pardon, 
 I T\ yrY forrows, like a flood, 
 
 XYX Impatient of reftraint. 
 Into thy bofom, O my God, 
 
 Pour out a lon^ complaint. 
 
 J This impious heart of mine 
 Could once defy the Lord ; ^ 
 
 Could rufli with violence on to (in. 
 In prefence of thy fword. 
 
 3 How often have T ftood 
 V A rebel to the {kies ! 
 
 And yet, and yet, O matchlefs grace ! 
 Thy thunder filent lies. 
 
 4 .0, fhall I ne-^er feel 
 
 . The meltings of thy lore ? 
 Am T of fuch hell-harden*d ftce! 
 That mercy cannot move \ 
 
 5 Overcome by dyins: ^o^e, 
 Here at thy crofs I lie ; 
 
 And throw my flefh, my foul, my all, 
 And weep, and love, arfd die. 
 
A CoIlcSlion. ipj^ 
 
 6 " Rife/' fays the Saviour, " riic',' 
 Behold my wounded veins ; 
 Here flows a lacred crimfon flood. 
 To vvalh away ihy ftains." 
 
 7 See, God in Chrift well pleased! 
 Behold his fmiling face ! 
 
 Let joyful cherubs clap their wiugs 
 And found aloud his grace. 
 
 HYMN CLXXIX. FIrll Metre. 
 The Gcfpd Feajl. 
 1 i~\ N Zion, his moft holy mount, 
 \J God will a feaft prepare. 
 And Gentile lands with Ifrael's fons 
 Shall in the bstnquat fhare. 
 
 1 Marrow and fatnefs are the food 
 His bounteoas hand beftows : 
 Wine on the lees, and well refin'd," 
 In rich abundance flows. 
 
 3 See to the vilcft of the vile 
 
 A free acceptance given ! 
 See rebels, by adopiins^ prace, 
 3it with the heirs of heaven ! 
 
 4 The pain'd, the fick, the dying, now 
 
 To eafe and health reftor'd. 
 With eager appetites partake 
 The plenties of the board. 
 
 s 
 
194 \ T^he LorcTs Songs^ 
 
 5 Bat, O what draughts of blifs unknown, 
 
 What dainties fhall be given, 
 When with the myriads round the throne 
 We join the feaft of heaven 1 
 
 6 There joys unmeafurably high 
 
 Shall overflow the foui» 
 And fprings of life, that never drf , 
 in thouiand channels roll. 
 
 HYMN CLXXX. Fiftieth Metre. 
 Paradl/e, 
 wings of faith, mount up, mj foul. 
 
 'O- 
 
 and rife ; 
 
 View thine inheritance beyond the fkies : 
 Nor heart can think, nor mortal tongue caa 
 tell, [dwelU 
 
 What endlefs plcafures in thofe manfions 
 Here our Redeemer lives all bright and glo- 
 rious ; £ous. 
 O'er fin and death and hell, he reigns vi<5lori- 
 
 2 No gnawing grief, no fad heart-rending pain. 
 In the bleft country can admiflion gain ; 
 No forrow there, no foul-tormenting fear. 
 For God's own hand fhall wipe the falling 
 tear ; [rious ; 
 
 Here our Redeemer lives, all bright and glo- 
 Oer fm and death and hell^ he reigns vidlori- 
 ous. 
 
A CoUeSlton. 195 
 
 ^ Before the throne a cryftal river glides, 
 Immortal verdure decks its eheeiful fides; 
 Here the fair tree of life majeftic rears 
 Its bloom img head, and fovereign verdure 
 bears. [rious ; 
 
 Here our Redeemer lives, all bright and glo 
 O'cr fm and death and hell, he reigns vic- 
 torious. 
 
 4 No riling fun his needlefs beams difplays, 
 No fickly moon emits her feeble rays ; 
 God. from the throne celeftial glory {\xzds, 
 Th'exalted Lamb eternal radiance fpreads. 
 
 Here our Redeemer lives, all bright and glo- 
 rious ; 
 
 Cerfift and death and hell, he reigns vi^ori- 
 oas. 
 
 5 One difiant glimpfe my eager paflion fires 1 
 Jefus, to thee, my longing foul afpires ! 
 "When (hall I at my heavenly home arrive ? 
 "When leave this earth, and when begin to 
 
 live ? [ous; 
 
 For there my Saviour is, all bright and glori- 
 O'er fill and death and hell, he tcigns vidori- 
 
 ous. 
 
 Straphan* 
 
 HYMM CLXXXI. Firft Metre. 
 Jehovah' Jireh. Gen. xxii. 1 4. 
 I 'Tn HE faints fhould nevgr be difmay^d, 
 X Nor fmk in hopelefs fear ; 
 For when they leaft expeifl his aid. 
 The Saviour vrill appear. 
 
1(^6 The Lord's Songs ^ 
 
 z This Abraham found ; he rais'd the knife-— 
 God faw, and faid ** forbear ;" 
 Yon ram (hall yield his meaner life : 
 Behold the vidlim there. 
 
 f 
 
 Once David feemM Saul's certain prey; 
 
 But ha^k ! the foes at hand ; 
 Saul turns his arms another way. 
 
 To £ave th' invaded land. 
 
 4 When Jonah funk beneath the wave. 
 
 He thought to rife no more ; 
 But God prepar'd a fifli to fave, 
 And bear him to the Ihore. 
 
 5 Bleft proofs of power and gra<^ divine9 
 
 That meet us in his word ! 
 
 May every deep-felt care of mine 
 
 Be trufted with the Lord. 
 
 6 Waft for his feafonable aid ; 
 And though it tarry, wait : 
 The promife may be long delay'd. 
 But cannot come too late. 
 
 CewpEi. 
 
 HYMN CLXXXII. Flrft Metre. 
 
 jfehovah-Rophi. Exod. xv. 26. 
 
 I TJEAL us, Immanuel ; here we are, 
 ' X A Wai!;iwg to feel thy touch ; 
 
 Deep wounded fouls to thee repair, 
 
 * And* Saviour, we arc fuch. 
 
A ColleBioiu \ 157 
 
 2 Our faith is feeble, we confefs ; 
 
 We faintly truft thy word ; 
 But wiU thou pity us the lefs ? 
 Be that far from the Lord ! 
 
 3 Remember him who once apply'd 
 
 Wifh trembling for relief; 
 •' Lord, I believe," with tears he cry*d, 
 ** O help my unbelief." 
 
 4 She, too, who touchM thee in the prefs. 
 
 And healing virtue ftole, 
 Was anlwer'd, *' Daughter, go in peace ; 
 Thy faith hath made thee whole." < 
 
 5 ConceaPd amidft the gathering throng, 
 
 She would have fnun'd thy view ; 
 And, if her faith was fiim and (Irong, 
 Had ftrong mifgivmgs'too. 
 
 6 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. 
 
 CoWPiR, 
 
 HYMN CLXXXIIl. Sixth Metre. ' 
 Jehovah-NiJ}. Exod. xvii. 15. 
 2 TJY whom was David taught 
 J3 To aim the dreadful blow, 
 When he Goliah fought, 
 
 And laid the Gittitc low ? 
 No fword nor fpear the ilripling took, 
 But chofe a pebble from the brook. 
 
 S 2 - 
 
;98 The Lord*i Sengs ^ 
 
 2 'Twas IfraePs God and King, 
 Who fent him to the fight ; 
 Who gave him ftrength to fliiig. 
 
 And Ikill to aim aright : 
 Ye feeble faints, your ftrength enduref, 
 Becaufe young David*s God is yours. 
 
 2 Who ordered Gideon forth, 
 
 To ftorm th' invaders' camp, 
 With arms of little worth, 
 
 A pitcher and a lamp ? 
 The trumpets made his coming known, 
 And ail the hoil was overthrown. 
 
 4 Oh ! I liave feen the day, 
 
 When, with a fmgle word, 
 God helping me to fay, 
 
 My truft is in the Lord, 
 My Soul has quell' d a thoufand foes ; 
 Fearlefs of all tliat could oppofe. 
 
 5 But unbelief, felf w*!!, 
 
 Seif-righteoufnefs and pride. 
 How often do they fteai 
 
 My weapon from my fide ! 
 Yet David's Lord, and Gideon's friend. 
 Will help his fervant to the end. 
 
 COWPER. 
 
 HYMN CLXXXIV. Second Metre. 
 
 Jehoiiah-Shalom. Judges vi. 24. 
 
 1 '' i ^ HE Lord fend peace — offending man 
 
 I To reconcile by his own blood ! 
 
 Who but the Lord could form the plan? 
 
 Or who fulfil kt but our God ? 
 
yi CoIIedicn. 19^ 
 
 Pence by fuch means, fo clearly bought. 
 What rebel could have hop'd to {ee ? 
 
 Peace by his injurM fovereign wrought. 
 His fovereign faflen'd to the tree ! 
 
 3 Now, Lord, thy feeble worm prepare ! 
 
 For ftrife with earth and hell begins ; 
 Confirm and gird me for the war ; 
 They hate the foul that hates his fins. 
 
 4 Let them in horrid league agree ! 
 
 They may afl'ault, they may diftrefs ; 
 But cannot quench thy love to vie, 
 Nor rob me of t/j£ Lord my peace. 
 
 COWPER. A* 
 
 HYMN CLXXXV. Second Metre. 
 yehovah Shammah. Ezek. xlviii. 35. 
 
 1 A S birds iheir infant brood protcffl, 
 x\. And fpread iheir wings to iheltcr them ; 
 Thus faith the Lord to his eleft» 
 
 " So will I guard Jerufalem." 
 
 2 And what then is Jerufalem, 
 
 This darling objetft of his care ? 
 Where is its worth in God's efteem ? 
 Who built it \ who mhabits there ? 
 
 5 Jehovah founded it in blood. 
 
 The blood of his incarna':e uon ; 
 There dwell the faint^i, once foes to God, 
 The finners whom he calls his own. 
 
200 The Lord*s Songf^ 
 
 4 There, though befieg'd on every fide. 
 
 Yet, much belov'd, and guarded w^ll. 
 From age to age they have defy'd 
 The utmoft force of earth and hell. 
 
 5 h^t earth repent, and hell defpair ; 
 
 The city has a fure defence ; 
 Her name is call'd, The Lord is there; 
 And who has power t6* drive them thence > 
 
 CoWPERi 
 
 HYMN CLXXXVI. Forty-ninth Metre. 
 In a Storm. 
 1 T N the floods of tribulation, 
 X While the billf-.^s o*er me i oil ; 
 Jefus whirpers -corUolation, 
 
 And fupports my fainting foul. 
 Thus the iTon yields me honey ; 
 Proni the eatei food is given ; 
 Strengtb^^n'd tlius I CuVl preis forward, 
 
 Singins; as I wade to h-iiiven : 
 Sw^et affliction ! fwcet affiicfrion, 
 That brings Jefus to my foul ! i 
 
 i *Mid the gloom, tiie vivid lightnings 
 
 With increafed brigbtnefs play ; 
 'Mid the thorabrake, beauteous flowerets 
 
 Look m^:T:: beautiful and gay ; 
 So in da^kelt difpcnfations, 
 
 Doih my f.^ithfiil ]^oi-d appear, 
 With hi:, richeft coniblation?^, 
 
 To reanimate and cheer : 
 Sweet afEi<^>i on ! fv/eet affliction, 
 Thus to bring my Savio .•; near. 
 
A CoHe^ion» noi 
 
 3 Floods of tribulation heighten. 
 
 Billows ftill around me roar ; 
 Thofe who know not Chriil — ye frighten; 
 
 But my foul defies your power. 
 In the facred page recorded. 
 
 Thus his word fccurcly ftands^-p- 
 *' Fear not, Vm in trouble near thee. 
 
 Nought I'kall pluck thae from my hands :** 
 Sweet afHidion 1 fweet afSiflion, 
 That to words fo fweet lays claim 1 
 
 4 All I meet 1 find affift me 
 
 In my path to heavenly joy ; 
 Where, though trials now attend mcj,- 
 
 Trials never more annoy ; 
 Wearing there a crown of glory. 
 
 Still the path Til ne'er forget; 
 This (hall be my pleafant (lory, 
 
 When arrived at Jefus' feat : 
 Sweet afflidion ! fweet afilidion 
 Brought me to my Saviour's feet ! 
 
 Pearce. a* 
 
 HYMN CLXXXVII. Second Metre. 
 Chr'tjl, 
 Part I. 
 I "T X THY (hakes the earth ? why lean the 
 V V hills ? 
 See, Ifrael's God approaching nigh 1 
 His prefence trembling nature feels. 
 Even his who did afipend on high. 
 
^C2 The hordes Songs ^ 
 
 t By heaven and earth, the quick and dead. 
 Worthy is Chrift to be ador'd, 
 As perfed, rightful, fovereign head. 
 The abfolute, and only Lord. 
 
 3 The voice that mov*d the temple-pofts— 
 
 The feraph o'er the fapphire throne— 
 Proclaim'd him King, the Lord of Holts, 
 The Holy, Holy, Holy One ! 
 
 4 Glorious Firft-born Ancient oi Days I 
 
 For endlefs years thou art the fame I 
 lEre time thy generation was. 
 
 Before all worlds, we learn thy fame i 
 
 Part IL 
 
 5 WHAT glories in the Father dwell. 
 
 The fame behold in Jefus* face- 
 Beauty for beauty, there we tell. 
 Glory for glory, ibere we trace. 
 
 6 He^s precious i ■ Full of grace, and truth / 
 
 Of ftrength, he is th' almighty arm! 
 Of light, he is the beaming-forth ! 
 Of life, he is the living ftream \ 
 
 7 He's white and red, and fpotlefs fair ; 
 
 Ten thoufand fair ones he excels : 
 
 Froni head to toot, no charms compare 
 
 W^ith his : here ail defcription fails. 
 
 I Let ev'ry voice and ev*ry heart, 
 
 Enfiam'd with lo^'e's celeftial fire, 
 la his hi?^h praifes, bear a part : 
 
 Sing, ling all heaven's fcrapfhic choir. 
 
A CoUeclhn. 205 
 
 HYMN CLXXXVIII. Thirty-fourth M«tre. 
 
 Hops. 
 
 * A ^^ ^^^ ^^^^ feeble body fail, 
 x\. And let it faint and die, 
 My ibul fhall quit this mournful vale. 
 
 And foar to worlds on high ; — 
 Shall join the difembodied faints, 
 
 And find its long fought reft ; 
 The only blifs for which it pants^ 
 
 In the Redcenner's bread. 
 
 2 In hope of that immortal crown 
 
 I now the crofs fuftain. 
 And gladly wander up and down. 
 
 And fniile at toil and pain, 
 I fuffer on my three fcore years. 
 
 Till my Deliverer come, 
 And wipe away his fervant's tears. 
 
 And take his exile home- 
 
 3 O, what hath Jefus bought for mt\ 
 
 Before my ravjih'd eyes. 
 Rivers of life divine I fee. 
 
 Ami trees of paradife. 
 I fee a world of fpirits bright, 
 
 Who tafte the pleafures there ; 
 They all are rob'd in ^potlefs white. 
 
 And conquering palms they bear. 
 
 4 O, what are all my fuffVings here. 
 
 If, Lord, thou count me meet 
 With that enraptur'd hoft t' appear. 
 And worfliip at his feet I 
 
204 The Lord*s Songs y 
 
 Give joy or grief, give eafe or pain, 
 
 Take life or friends away ; 
 But let me find them all agaia 
 
 In that eternal day. 
 
 HYMN CLXXXIX. Firil Metre. 
 y^fus Hafun'mg to Suffer, 
 I T^ HE Saviour, what a noble flame 
 X Was kindred in his breaft, 
 When, haftrng to Jerufalem, 
 He march'd before the reft ! 
 
 i Good will for men, and zeal for God, 
 His every thought engrofs : 
 He longs to be bapti^'d with blood ; 
 He pants to reach the crofs. 
 
 3 With all his fufferings full in view, 
 
 And woes to us unknown, 
 Forth to the talk his fpirit flew ; 
 'Twas love that urg'd him on. 
 
 4 Lord, we return thee what we can ? 
 
 Our hearts (hall found abroad 
 ' Salvation to the^dying Man, 
 And to the rihng God. 
 
 5 And while thy bleeding glories here 
 
 Engage our wondering eyes ; 
 We learn our lighter crofs to bear, 
 
 Aad haftea to the fkies. Cowp-er. 
 
A LoUection, clo^ 
 
 HYMN CXC. Tenth Metre. 
 The Lovi and Lo^elinefj of Jsfus, 
 
 1 SCARCELY for righteous men, men give 
 O their lives, 
 
 And for his enemies, life no man gives : 
 But, this is love ! behold, the Saviour dies 
 Yox/tnners ! yea, for murderous enemies. 
 
 2 O wonderous Saviour ! who to us was given, 
 Tofnatch from hell, and raife us up to heav'nl 
 Muft he, for this, endure a wounded foul ! 
 Muft he fvveat blood, and drink the poifon- 
 
 ous gall ! 
 
 3 E'en hearts of adamant muft melt to fee 
 That this luas done, and done, vile man, for thee / 
 That he is God, this, this alone, doth prove j 
 For none but God could fhew fuch mighty 
 
 love. 
 
 4 He is the brightnefs of th' angelic fphercj 
 Th* alluring mufic of the heavenly choir. 
 The fragrancy of glory's rofy groves, 
 
 Th' enduring fource of boundkfs joys and 
 loves. 
 
 / ( A, 
 
 HYMN CXCI. Fourteenth Metre. 
 Welcome Croft, 
 IS my previlega below 
 Not to live without the crofsj 
 But the Saviour's power to know^ 
 Sanctifying ev'ry lofs, 
 
 T 
 
 , fr-pi 
 
fio6 The hordes SongSy 
 
 Trials muft and will befal ; 
 
 But with humble faith to fee 
 Love infcrib'd upon them all, 
 ' This is happinefs to me. 
 
 2 God in Ifrael fows the feeds 
 
 Of affli<5tion, pain and toil ; 
 Thefe fpring up and choke the weeds. 
 
 Which would elfe o'crfpread the foil. 
 Trials make the pronoife fweet ; 
 
 Trials give new life to prayer ; 
 Trials bring me to his feet, 
 
 Lay mc low, and keep me there. 
 
 3 Did I meet no trials here, 
 
 No chaftifements by the way ; 
 Might 1 not, with rcafon, fear, 
 
 I (hould prove a caft-away ? 
 Baflards may efcape the rod. 
 
 Sunk in earthly, vain delight ; 
 But the true-born child of God 
 
 Muft not — would not, if he might. 
 
 COWPER. 
 
 HYMN CXCIL Second Metre. 
 Cemmunion iviih God. 
 X Y>Y faith in Chrift I walk with God, ^ 
 Jj^ With heaven my journey's end in view ; 
 Supported by his ftaff and rod, 
 My road is fafe and pleafant too. 
 
 2 I travel through a defert wide, 
 
 Where many round me blindly ftray ; 
 But he vouchfafes td be my guide, 
 And will not let mc mils my way. 
 
A Colledion, 207 
 
 3 Though fnares and dangers throng my path, 
 
 And earth and hell my courfe withftand ; 
 I triumph over all by faith, 
 
 Guarded by his Almighty hand. 
 
 4 The wiJdemefs affords no food; 
 
 Bat God for my fupport prepares ; 
 Provides me every needful good, 
 
 And frees my foul from wants and cares. 
 
 5 With him fweet converfe I maintain j 
 
 Great as he is, I dare be free ; 
 1 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 fmgs, 
 And yields no more to fad complaints. 
 
 7 I pity all that worldings talk 
 
 Of pleafures that will quickly end ; 
 Be this my choice, O Lord, to walk 
 With thee, my guide, my guard, my friend. 
 CowPER or Newton. 
 
 HYMN CXCIII. Forty-feventh Metre. 
 m/dom. 
 I T? RE God had built the mountains, 
 
 Ilj Or rais'd the fruitful hills; 
 . Before he filled the fountains 
 That feed the running rills j 
 
S'CB The Lord's Songs y 
 
 In me, from everlafting, 
 
 The Wonderful I AM 
 Found pleafares never wafting ; 
 
 And Wiidoin is my name. 
 
 t Whenr-like a tent to dwell in. 
 
 He fpread the ficies abroad, 
 And fwath'd about the fwelling 
 
 Of ocean's mighty flood ; 
 He wrought by weight and"meafurc» 
 
 And-I was with him then ; 
 Myfelf the Fath^ir's pleafure. 
 
 And mine, the fons of men. 
 
 3 Thus wifdom's words difcover 
 
 Thy glory and thy grace, 
 Thou everiafting lover 
 
 Of our unwortky race ! 
 Thy gracious eye furvey'd us 
 
 Ere liars 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 naiPd thee to a tree ? 
 Unfathomable wonder, 
 
 And myftery divine i 
 The Voice that fpcaks in thunder, 
 
 Says, ** Sinner, I am thine V 
 
 Cow P El 
 
A Colledlon. '209 
 
 HYMN CXCIV. Second Metre. 
 Morning. 
 t A WAKE, my foul, and with the fun 
 _/jL Thy daily ftage of duty run ; 
 Shake oflF duU floth, and early rife. 
 To pay thy morning facrificc. 
 
 2 Glory to God, who fafe hath kept. 
 And hath refrefh'd me while I flept ; 
 Grant, Lord, when I from death fhall wake, 
 I may of endlefs life partake. 
 
 3 Direct, controul, fuggeft, this day, 
 All 1 defign, or do, or fay ; 
 
 That all my powers, with all my might. 
 In thy fole glory may unite. 
 
 4 Praife God, from whom all bleflings flow 5 
 Praife him, all creatures here below ; 
 Praife him above, ye heavenly hoft ; 
 Praife Father, Son, and Holy Ghoft. 
 
 Kennedy. 
 
 HYMN CXGV. Second Metre, 
 Evening. 
 
 1 f^ LORY to thee, my God, this night, 
 V_T For all the bleihngs of the light ; 
 Keep me, O keep me ! King of kings, 
 Under the fliadow of thy wings. 
 
 2 Forgive me, Lord, for thy dear Son, 
 Whatever ills this day I've done ; 
 That with the world, myfelf and thee, 
 I, ere I fleep, at peace may be. 
 
 T 2 
 
^lo The Lord^s Sengs y 
 
 3 Teach me to live, that I may dread. - 
 The grave as little as my bed ; 
 Teach me to die, that fo I may 
 Triumphing rife at the laft day. 
 
 4 O may my foul on thee re|K)fe, 
 
 And with fweet fleep my eyelids clofe ;" 
 Sleep that may me more vigorous make^ 
 To ferve my God when I awake. 
 
 Let my bleft Guardian, while I fleep ; 
 Clofe to my bed his vigils keep ; 
 JLet no vain dreams dilturb my reft, 
 No powers of darknefs me moleft. 
 
 Praife God, from whom all bleffings flow ; 
 Praife him, all creatures here below ; 
 Praife him above, ye heavenly hoft ; 
 Praife Father, Son, and Holy Ghoil. 
 
 Kennedy. 
 
 HYMK CXCVr. Second Metre. 
 
 Thanh/giving. Pfalm xcv. 
 
 [ /^ COME, loud anthems let us fing, 
 
 V^ Loud thanks to our Almighty King; 
 
 For we oar voices high fhould raife. 
 
 When our falvation's Rock we praife. 
 
 2 Into his prefencc let us hade, 
 To thank him for his favours paft. 
 To him addrefs, in joyful fongs, 
 Tke praife that to his name belongs. 
 
A Collediqn. '' 21 f 
 
 3 For God the Lord, entliron'd ia (late. 
 Is, with unrivall'd glorj, great ; 
 
 A King fuperior far to all, 
 
 A God o'er them whom gods we call. 
 
 4 The depths of earth are in his hand, 
 Ker treafures all at his command j 
 The ftrength of hills that dare the fkies 
 Subjected to his empire lies. 
 
 Z' 
 
 5 He made th^ fea ; the ^?f abyfs 
 B7 a Creator's right is his : 
 
 It rolls by the fame foverei^n hand, 
 That form'd and fix'd the folid land. 
 
 6 O let us to his courts repair, 
 And bow with adoration there : 
 1^0 w, on our knees, devoutly all- 
 Before the Lord our Maker fall. 
 
 7 Fer he's our God, ©ur Shepherd he ; 
 The people of his patlure, wc , 
 
 Come, then, and like his flock draw near: 
 To-day, if you his voice will hear. 
 
 8 " Let not your harden'd hearts renew 
 Your fathers' crimes and judgments too ; 
 When through the wilderneis they mov'd. 
 And me with freih temptations prov'd. 
 
 9 " They forty years my patience gri-v'd, 
 Though daily I their wants rsiiev'd ; 
 Then— 'Tis a faithlefs race, I faid, 
 V/hofe heart from m* has always ftray'd. 
 
CI 2 The Lord's Songs ^ 
 
 lo "They have not known my righteous path: 
 Therefore to them in fettled wrath, 
 Since they defpis'd my reft, I fware 
 That they fliould never enter there." 
 
 Bradv. a. 
 
 HYMN CXCVII. Firft Metre. 
 Salvation. 
 i OALVATION! O melodious found 
 O To wretched, dying men ! 
 Salvation, that from God proceeds, 
 And leads to God again. 
 
 2 Refcu'd from helPs eternal gloom, 
 
 From fiends and fires and chains ; 
 Rais'd to a paradife of blifs, 
 Where love triumphant reigns ! 
 
 3 But, O ! may a bewildered foul. 
 
 Sinful and weak as mine, 
 Prefume to raife a trembling eye 
 To blefilngs fo divine ? 
 
 4 The luftre of fo bright a fcene 
 
 My feeble heart overbears ; 
 And unbelief almoft perverts 
 The promife into tears. 
 
 5 My Saviour, God, no voice but thine 
 
 Thefe dying hopes can raife ; 
 Speak thy falvation to my foul, 
 And turn its tears to praifc. 
 
A ColleciiQiu - o.v^ 
 
 6 My Saviour, God, this broken voice 
 Tranfported fhali proclaim, 
 And jcali on all th* angelic harps 
 To found fo i'weet a name. 
 
 D0DBS.IDG£» 
 
 HYMN CXCVIIi. Second Metre, 
 HalUlujak, 
 
 1 'T['^HAT man is bleft who ftandc m awe. 
 
 X Of God, and loves his facred law ; 
 His feed on earth fhaii be renovvn'd, 
 And with fucceiSve honours crown'd. 
 
 2 His liberal favours he extends, 
 To feme he gives, to others lends ; 
 To pity the dilirefs'd inclin'd, 
 
 As well as juft to all mankind. 
 
 2 His heart, as he on God relies, 
 III tidings never can furprife : 
 Around him there arifeth light, 
 That brightens in afSi<5tion's night. 
 
 4 Befet with threatening dangers round, 
 Unmov'd (hall he maintain his ground ; 
 The fweet remembrance of the juft 
 Shall flourifli when he fleeps in duil. 
 
 5 His hands, while they his alms beftow'd, . 
 . Thg feed for future harveil fow'd ; 
 
 His jrighteoufnefs iliall yield renowii, 
 And glory, an eternal crown. 
 
214 7";^^ Lord's Songs ^ 
 
 6 Tha wicked (hall his triumph {tt, 
 ^•Pgnafti their teeth in agony ; 
 
 ^^Hlb their unrighteous hopes decay, 
 And vanifti with themfelves away. 
 
 Tate. A 
 
 HYMN CXCIX. Second Metre. 
 Righteouftiefs in the Lord. 
 J TESUS, thy blood and righteoufnefs 
 J My beauty are, my glorious drefs ; 
 'Midft flaming worlds, in thefe array'd, 
 With joy (hall I lift up my head. 
 
 s When from the duft of death I rife 
 To take my manfion in the (kies. 
 E'en then ftiall this be all my plea, 
 " Jefus hath liv*d and dy'd for me." 
 
 3 Bold (hall I (land in that great day. 
 For who aught to my charge (hall lay ? 
 While through thy death abfolv'd I am. 
 From fm's tremendous curfe and (hame. 
 
 4 Thus Abraham, the friend of God, 
 And all the hofts made white with blood, 
 Saviour of fmncrs thee proclaim. 
 Sinners, of whom the chief I am. 
 
 5 This fpotlefs robe the fame appears 
 When ruined nature fmks in years : 
 No age can change its glorious hue ; 
 The robe of Chrift is ever new. 
 
A LoUection. 215 
 
 O let thy dead now hear thy voice. 
 Bid, Lord, thy banifh'd ones rejoice 
 Their beauty this, their glorious du 
 Jefus, the Lord our Righteoufncfs.< 
 
 MaDAN's COLLSCTIOM^ 
 
 I 
 
 HYMN CC. Thirtieth Metre. 
 
 Time and Eternity. 
 N a world of fin and forrow, 
 Compafs'd round by many a care. 
 From eternity I borrow 
 
 Hope, that can exclude defpair.: 
 Thee, triumphant God and Saviour I 
 
 In the glafs of faith I fee i . 
 O affift each faiijtt endeavour ! 
 
 Raife our earth-born fouls to thee, 
 
 2 Place that awful fcene before us. 
 
 Of the laft tremendous day. 
 When to life thou fhalt reftore us. 
 
 Lingering ages, hafte away ! 
 Then this vile and finful nature 
 
 Incorruption (hall put on ; 
 Life-renewing, glorious Saviour ! 
 
 Let thy gracious will be done. 
 
 HYMN CCL Forty-firft Metre. 
 The Lajl Judgment. 
 X T TE comes ! he comes ! the Judge fevere; 
 X X The feventh trumpet fpeaks him near; 
 Hi» lightnings flafh, his thunders roll : 
 He's welcome to the faithful foul ; 
 
2ri5 The Lord's Songs , 
 
 Welcome, welcome, welcome, welcotnt. 
 Welcome to the faithiul foul. 
 
 2 From heaven angelic voices found ! 
 Sec the Almighty Jefus crown'd, 
 Girt with omnipotence and grace ; 
 And glory decks the Saviour's face ^. 
 
 Glory, fflory, glory, glory, 
 Glory Ilecks the Saviour's face. 
 
 3 Defcending on his azure throne, 
 
 He claimb the kingdoms for his own ; 
 The kingdoms all obey his word, 
 And hail him their triumphant Lord : 
 Hail him, hail him, hail him, hail hin*^ 
 Hail him their triumphant Lord. 
 
 4 Shout, all the people of the fky. 
 And all the faints of the Moft High ? 
 Ciir God, who now his right obtains. 
 For ever and for ever reigns ; 
 
 Ever, ever, evei^ ever. 
 Ever and for ever reigns. 
 
 5 The Father praife, the Son adore, 
 The Spirit blefs, for ever mere ; 
 Salvation's glorious work is done ; 
 We welcome thee, great Three in Oire ! 
 
 Welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome. 
 Welcome thee, great Three in One I 
 
A Colleciion. ^ij 
 
 HYMN ecu. Seventh Me|re. 
 The Trump of Cod. i TheiT. iv. 1 6. 
 
 1 .TrjARK ! the trump of God doth found! 
 *'■** Xl ^^^ ^ts voice is heard on high : 
 
 Now the Lord himfelf defcends, 
 With a Ihout that rends the fky. 
 
 2 See, his dead have heard the found ! 
 
 Spring immortal from their ton»b, 
 And with rapture meet their Lord, 
 Crying, " Now thy kingdom's come 1** 
 
 3 Lo I his people too on earth, 
 
 In a moment ohang'd, all rife ; 
 
 In the clouds caught up with them. 
 
 Meet their Saviour in the (kies. 
 
 4 See, mortality of life 
 
 Swallow'd Up eternally 1 
 Death, O Peach ! where is thy fting ? 
 Where, O Grave ! thy vidory ? 
 
 5 Now all tears are wip*d away; 
 
 Free from curfe, and free from paiflj 
 All ChriiVs people now with him, 
 Kings and Priefts forever reign. 
 
 6 In the hope of ail this joy, 
 
 Let us, brethren, fliii be found 
 Stedfaft inthe.faith of Chrift, 
 And in love let us abound. 
 
 7 Let his matchlefs love and grace 
 
 To his work our fouls conftrain. 
 
 Knowing that our labour, wrought 
 
 Tri the Lord, (hall not be vaia, 
 
 u 
 
2i8 The Lord's Songs ^ 
 
 HYMN CCIII. Firft Metre. 
 Thefrji Refurrealon. 
 J y-r AIL 1 hail ! the happy, wilh'd for day, , 
 XX When Jefus ftiall appear : ; 
 
 When the laft trumpet loud fliall found, 
 And all his dead ftiall hear. 
 
 2 TheyUl burft the bands of death with joy, 
 
 And loud hofannas raife : 
 In him who lov'd them they'll rejoice, 
 And glorious make his praife. 
 
 3 «V Thou, thou art worthy," ftill ihall b* 
 
 The burden of their fong ; 
 Thou haft redeem' d us, and to thee 
 The glory doth belong. ^ 
 
 4 We hope to join the grateful note, 
 
 And with loud triumph fmg, 
 **Where, where's thy viftory now, O Gran. 
 G death ! wli^e is thy fting .?" 
 
 HYMN CCm ^^(ty.fecond Metre. 
 The fecond Advent, 
 O ! he comes, with clouds defcending, 
 . J Once for favoured fmners flain ! 
 Thoufand thoufand faints, attendmg, ^ 
 Swell the triuniph cf his train ! 
 
 Hallelujah, 
 Jefus comes, on earth to reign I 
 
 ■L 
 
A ColIeSlion. 119 
 
 Every eye fliall now behold him, 
 
 Rob'd in dreadful majefty ; 
 Thofe who fet at nought, and fold him, 
 
 Pierc'd and nail'd him to the tree, 
 Dec-ply wailing, 
 
 Shall the great Mefliah fee. 
 
 Every ifland, fea, and mountain, 
 Heaven and earth, (hall flee away ; 
 
 All who hate him, muft, confounded,^ 
 Hear the trump proclaim the day; 
 
 Come to judgment ! 
 Come to judgment i come away ■ 
 
 Now redemption, long expe(5le5, 
 
 See, in folemn pomp appear! 
 All his people, once rejefted, 
 
 Now fhall meet him in the air : 
 • Hallelujah ! 
 
 See the day of God appear ! 
 
 Anfwer thine own bride and Spirit ; 
 
 Haften, Lord, the general doom 1 
 The new heaven and earth t' inherit, 
 
 Take tliy {imiiig'^xiles home : 
 All creation 
 
 Travails, groans, and bids thee come ! 
 
 Yea ! Amea ! Let ail adore thee, 
 
 High on thine, eternal throne ! 
 Saviour, take the power and glory : 
 
 Claim the kingdom for thine own ! 
 O come quickly 1 
 
 liallelujah"! come. Lord, come. 
 
 T0PLADY*S COLLECTIOJT 
 
•ZQXt The Lard^s Songs^ 
 
 KYMN CCV. Thiny-fcventh Metr«.. 
 The Juhlee. 
 J T>XOW ye the trumpet, blow 
 J3 The gladly ,folcmn found j 
 L.et all the nations kno \v, 
 
 To earth's remoteft bound. 
 The year of Jubilee is come ; 
 Return, ye ranfom*d finners, honaco 
 
 2 Exalt the Son of God, 
 
 The all-atoning Lamb ; 
 Redemption in his blood, 
 
 Through all the world proclaim ; 
 The year of Jubilee is gome ; 
 Return, ye ranfom'd fiiiners, homc» 
 
 3 Ye, who have fold for nought 
 
 Your heritage above. 
 Shall have it back unbought. 
 
 The gift of Jefus' love: 
 The year of Jubilee is come ; 
 Return, ye ranfom'd iinners, homev^ 
 
 4 Ye flaves of fin and hell, 
 
 Your liberty receive;. 
 And fafe in Jefus dwell, 
 
 And bleft in Jefus live : 
 The year of Jubilee is come ; 
 Return, ye ranfom'd finners,. koroe* 
 
 5 The g.ofjpel-trumpet founds ; 
 
 Let all the nations hear. 
 And earth's remotefl bounds 
 Before the throne appear i 
 
A CoUe6iion. 22 1 
 
 The year of Jubilee is come ; 
 
 Return, ye ranlbrn'ti fmners, home. Top. 
 
 HYMN CCVl. Fir ft Metre. 
 Heaven. 
 
 1 '' I ''HERE is a land of living joy, 
 
 X Beyond the utmoft flcies 
 Where fcenes of blifs, without alloy, 
 In boundlefs prorpe(5l rife. 
 
 2 High feated on a blazing throne, 
 
 Th' Eternal God appears ; 
 Puts all his fmiling glories on, 
 And awes at once, and cheers. 
 
 g The flaughter'd L^mb, at his right hanti, 
 AfTumes his royal feat ; 
 Adoring angels round" him ftand, 
 His minifters of ftate. 
 
 /^ Each breaft with ftrong devotion glows ; 
 Love every heart infpires ; 
 While God's oivn Spirit gently blows, 
 
 And fans the holy fires. 
 In ftrains celeftial every tongue 
 
 Shall God's high praife proclaim ; 
 And all in concert join the fong 
 Of Mofes and the Lamb. 
 ' HYMN CCVIL Firft Metre. 
 ^ Pro/peM of the Refurre^ion. 
 ^ T TOW long fhall death the tyrant reign, 
 JL i And triumph o'er the juil, 
 \^Tiile the rich blood of martyrs flain 
 Lies mingled with the dull I 
 
2 Si The Lord's So7^g.\ 
 
 2 Let faith arife and climb the hilUv. 
 
 And from afar defcry, 
 How diftant are his chariot-wheels^ 
 And tell how faft they fly. 
 
 3 Lo, 1 behold the fcatter'd fhades ; 
 
 The dawn of heaven appears ; 
 The fweet, immartal morning fpreads.; ' 
 Its blufhes round the fpheres. 
 
 4 I fee the Lord of Glory come, 
 
 And flaming guards around ; ' ; 
 
 The fkies divide to make hira rooiw,. 
 The trumpet fhakes the ground. 
 
 5 I hear the voice, "YE DEAD, ARISE jf' 
 
 And, lo, the graves obey ; 
 And waking faints, with joyful eyes. 
 Salute th* expeiled day. 
 
 6 They leave the duft, and on the wing 
 
 Rife to the mid-way air ; 
 In fhining garments meet their King, 
 And low adore hira there. 
 
 7 O may my humble fpirit (land 
 
 Among them, clothM in white f 
 The meaneft place at his right hand 
 Is infinite delight. 
 
 8 How will our joy and wonder rife. 
 
 When otir returning King 
 Shall bear us homeward through the fkies. 
 On love's triumphant wing ! 
 
 Watts. 
 
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 A Coliedionn %ZS 
 
 HYMN CCVIII. Second Metre. 
 Happlmfs of helng nvith Chrijl. 
 HILE4on the verge of life I ftandj 
 
 And view the fcene on either handj 
 My fpirit ftruggles with my clay. 
 And longs to wing its flight away. 
 
 3 Where Jefus dwells, my foul would be ; 
 And faints my much>lov*d Lord to fee. 
 Earth, twine no more about my heart, 
 For 'tis far better to depart. 
 
 3 Come, ye angelic envoys, come. 
 And lead the willing pilgrim heme 5 
 Ye know the way to Jefus^ throne, 
 Source of my joys, and of your own. 
 
 4 That blifsful interview, how fweet ! 
 To ic\\\ tranfported at his feet ! 
 Rais'd iri his arms, to view his face. 
 Through the full beamings of his grace i 
 
 5 As with a feraph's voice to fmg ! 
 To fly as on a cherub's wing ! 
 Performing with unwearied hands 
 The prefentSaviour's high commands, 
 
 6 Y'et, with thefe profpe<5ls full in fight. 
 We'll wait thy fignal for the flight ; 
 For while thy fervice we purfue, 
 We find a heaven in all we do. 
 
 D0DDRI©GS« 
 
224 The Lord* s Songs J 
 
 HYMN CGIX. . . Firft Metre. 
 Salvation Approaching. Rom. xiu..il. 
 2 A WAKE, ye faints, and lift ypureyes, 
 JVjl And raife your voices high ; 
 Awake, and praiie that Sovereign love 
 ' That fliows falvation nigh. 
 
 2 On all the wings of time it flies ; 
 
 Each moment brings it near ; 
 Then welcome each declining day, 
 And each reyolving year. 
 
 3 Not many years their round fhali run. 
 
 Nor many mornings rife, 
 Ere all its glories ftand reveal'd 
 To our admiring eyes. 
 
 4 Ye wheels of nature, fpeed your courfe : 
 
 YcTnortal powers, decay ; 
 Faft as ye bring the night of death, 
 ji'e bring eternal day. 
 
 ° '^ ' DoDDRIDGt. 
 
 HYMN CCX. Fifteenth Metre. 
 ^ he future Peace and Glory of the Church* 
 Ifaiah Ix. 15 — 20. 
 I TT E AR what God the Lord hath fpokcn; 
 Xx O my people, faint^nd few, 
 Comfortlefs, afflidled, broken, 
 Fair abodes 1 build for you. 
 l^'Ixorns ofheart-felt tribulation 
 
 _ Shall no more perplex your ways ; 
 
 You (hall name your walls, falvation, 
 
 And your gates ihall all be praiie. 
 
A Collc5tion. 225 
 
 J There, like ftreams that feed the garden, 
 
 Pleafures without'end fhall flow ; 
 For the Lord, your faith rewarding. 
 
 Ail his bouncy Orall beftow : 
 Still, in undifturb'd poffeffion, 
 
 Peace and righteoufnefs iliall reign j 
 Never ihall you feel oppreffion — 
 
 Hear the voice of war again- 
 
 5 Ye, no more your fun defcending. 
 Waning moons no mors fliall fee ; 
 But, your griefs forever ending. 
 
 Find eternal noon in me. 
 * God fhall rife, and, (hining o*er you. 
 Change to day the gloom of night ;. 
 He, the Lord, fiiall be your glcry, 
 God, your everlafting light. 
 
 CoWP5R, 
 
 HYMN CCXI. Fourteeath Metre. . 
 Prayer for Children. 
 \ ^ R ACIOUS Lord, our children fee i 
 VJT By thy mercy we are free j 
 But fhall thefe, alas ! remain 
 Subjects llill of Satan's reign ? 
 IfraePs young ones, when, of old, 
 Pharaoh threatened to withhold; 
 Then thy meiTenger faid, " No ; 
 Let the children alfo go." 
 
 2 When the angel of the Lord, 
 Drawing forth his dreadful fworcJ^ 
 Slew, with an avenging hand, 
 All the firft-born of the land '^ 
 
226 Th^ Lord's So figs. 
 
 Then thy peoples doors he pafs'd, 
 Where the bloody fign was plac'd. 
 Hear us now, upon our knees, 
 Plead the blood of Chrift for theTe I 
 
 3 Lord, we tremble, for we know 
 How the fierce, malicious foe, 
 Wheeling. round his watchful flight, 
 Keeps thera ever in his fight. 
 Spread thy pinions, Ki.)g of Kings ; 
 Hide them.fafe beneatli thy wings, 
 Left the ravenous bird of prey 
 Stoop, and bear the brood away. 
 
 CCWPEB., 
 
 HYjMN CCXIL Forty -eighth Metre. ., 
 For a national Faji Day. "■ 
 I y^READFUL,fin-chaftifihg God, 
 ' JL/ If the decree is paft, 
 If the long-impending rod 
 
 Muft fcourge our land atlaft j 
 When thou rifeft to reprove 
 
 'The Tinners who thy judgments dare, 
 Spare the remnant, Lord, in love, 
 Thy praying people fpare. 
 
 t If on fuch a land as this 
 
 Thou rnuft avenged be, 
 Yet preferve in perfed peace, 
 
 The fouls that truft in thee : 
 Hide their precious lives above, 
 
 And make them thy peculiar cTiXt ; 
 Spare the remnant, Lord, in love ; 
 
 Thy praying people fpare. 
 
A Colle6lion. 227 
 
 Mark the men who 'deeply figh. 
 
 Our nature's guilt to view ; 
 Hear their deprecating cry. 
 
 And lave the mournful few ; 
 Far from them thy plague remove. 
 
 The famine and the vvafte of war : 
 Spare the remnant, Lord, in love, 
 
 Thy praying people fpare. 
 
 On thy little flock of fheep 
 
 O let thy goodnefs Ihine ! 
 Smile on us, who wifh to weep 
 
 Beneath the hand divine. 
 Help us, O thou holy Dove, 
 
 To breathe the much- availing prayer r 
 Spare the remnant, Lord, in love, 
 
 Thy praying people fpare. 
 
 HYMN CCXIIL Forty-ninth Metre.- 
 T^.- Lapfe of 7 me. 
 
 COME, let us anew our journey purfucj 
 Roll round with the year. 
 And never ftand ftill till our Mafter appear! 
 His adorable will let us gladly fulfil, 
 
 And our talents improve, [love. 
 
 By the patience of hope, and the labour of 
 
 Our life is a dream, our time, as a ftream, 
 
 Glides fwiftly away. 
 And the fugitive moment refufes to ftay : 
 The arrow is flows, the moment is gone ; 
 
 The millennial year 
 Ruflies on to our view, and eternitv's ^^*" * 
 
.iu3 The Lord's Songs, 
 
 3 O that each, in the day of his coming, may 
 
 fay, 
 
 " I have fought my way through, 
 
 " I have finllh'd the work thou didft give 
 
 me to do !" [glad word, 
 
 O that each from his Lord may receive the 
 
 "Well and faithfully done ; [throne." 
 
 Enter into my joy, and lit down on my 
 
 KYMN CCXIV. Second Metre. 
 Prayer anf'mered by Crojfes. 
 
 1 X ASK*d the Lord that I might grow 
 X In faith ar^d love and every grace -, 
 Might more of his falvation know. 
 
 And feek more earneftly his face. 
 
 2 'Tv/as he who taught me thus to pray, 
 
 And he, I truft, has anfwered prayer^ 
 But it has been in fuch a way 
 As almoft drove me to defpair. 
 
 1 
 
 3 I hop'd that In fome favour'd hour. 
 
 At once heM grant me my requef^* 
 And by his love's conftraining power 
 Subdue my iins, and give me reft^ 
 
 4 Inflead of this, he made me feel 
 
 The hidden evils of my heart. 
 And let the angry powers of hell 
 AiTauit my foul in every part. 
 
 5 Yea, more, with his own hand he f^emM 
 
 -Intent to aggravate my woe ; 
 
A CoUeHkn^ 229 
 
 Crofs'd all the fair defigns I feiiemM, 
 Blafted my gourds, and laid me low, 
 
 6 " Lord ! why is this \" I trembling cry'd : 
 
 " V7ih thou purfue thy worm to death?'* 
 " 'Tis in diis way," the Lord reply'd, 
 " I anfwer prayer for grace and faith, 
 
 7 '* Thefe inward trials I employ 
 
 From felf and pride to fet thee free ; 
 And break thy fchemes of worldly joy, 
 That thou may'ft feek thy all in me.'^ 
 
 Newtom* 
 
 HYMN CCXV. Forty.fifth Metre. 
 Every Creafure ct God'j Command* 
 
 1 "F? LIJAH's example declares, 
 
 r^ Whatever diftrefs may betide, 
 The faints may commit all their cares 
 
 To him who will always provide. 
 When rain long withheld from the earth 
 
 Occafioii'd a famine of bread, 
 The Prophet, fecur'd from the dearth. 
 
 By ravens was conftantly fed. 
 
 2 More likely to rob than to f^ed, 
 
 Were ravens, who live upon prey ; 
 But where the Lord's people have need. 
 
 His goodnefs will find out a way. 
 Thi& inftanci to thofe may feem ftrange, 
 
 Vrtio know not how faith can prevail ; 
 But fooaer all nature Ihall change 
 
 Thaa one of God's promifes fail. 
 
 X 
 
'23© ^^^ Lord's Songs ^ 
 
 3 Nor is it a fingular cafe ; 
 
 The wonder is often renewM ; 
 And many may fay, to God's praife. 
 
 By raveas he fendeth them food. 
 Thus worl dings, thougJi ravens indeed^, 
 
 Though greedy and feififh their min^ 
 If God has a fervant to feed, 
 
 Againft their own wills can be kind. 
 
 4 Thus Satan, the raven unclean. 
 
 That croaks in the ears of the faiats, 
 ,- 0*erruPd by a power unfeen, 
 
 Adminifters oft to their wants. 
 God teaches them how to find food 
 
 From all the temptations they fe^l c 
 This raven, who thirfts for my blodd. 
 Has help me to many a meal. 
 
 5 How fafe and how happy are they 
 
 Who on the good Shepherd rely ! 
 ^e'll give them out ftrength for their darj 
 
 Their wants he will furely fupply. 
 He, ravens and lions can tame \' 
 
 All creatures obey his command : 
 Then let me rejoice in his n^me. 
 
 And leave all mj cares in his hand. 
 
 Newtow* 
 
 HYMN GCXVI. Firft Metre. 
 The^fiall he mine, faith the Lord, MalacKi H- 
 
 .6— 18. 
 I X XT HEN finncrs utter boafting wordi!^ 
 V T And glory in their fhame, 
 T^Ixe Lord, well pleas'd, an ear affords 
 T* ^K^fs who fear his name. 
 
A ColUaion. 12^1 
 
 % They often meet to fcek his face, 
 And what they do, or fay, 
 Is noted in his book of grace, 
 Ag^inft another day. 
 
 5 For they by faith a day defcry, 
 And joyfully expe*ft, 
 "WTien he, ddcending from the iky, 
 His jewels will collsct. 
 
 4 Unnotic'd'now, becaufe unknown, 
 
 A poor aTid fuffering few, 
 lie comes to claim them for his own. 
 And bring them forth to view. 
 
 5 With tranfport then their Saviour's care 
 
 And favour they fhall prove ; 
 As tender parents guard and fparc 
 The children of their love. 
 
 ^ Aflembled worlds will then difcem, 
 The faints alone are blcft ; 
 When wrath fhall like an oven burn, 
 .'ind vengeance ftrike the reft. 
 
 Nktvtow. 
 
 ' HYMN CCXVn. Second Metre. 
 Jehovah-T/'ulkenu. Jerem. xxiii. S. 
 ET others m their brightcfl: drefs, 
 
 L 
 
 The excellence of creatures, Ihine ; 
 The Lord fh'ill be my riglueoufnefs. 
 The Lord himfclf, forever mine. 
 
1^32 The' LoreTs Sorfgs^ 
 
 7. A righteohifnefs cf equal date 
 
 With Father, Son, and Holy Ghot*.» 
 As God himfelf, my Iterious, great. 
 Is this, that faves the fmner loft ! 
 
 3 The everlafting righteoufnefs, 
 
 By the Redeemer's blood brought in. 
 Has wrought on earth alTurance, peace, 
 Tranfgrefllon finifh'd, ended fm. 
 
 4 Whllft faints' and angels' righteoufnefs - ■ 
 
 A guilty world proclaims aloud. 
 My tongue Ihall talk alone of this — 
 Foundation of the mount of God ! 
 
 5 Drop down, ye heavens, from above. 
 
 Pour down through all the opening fkie?. 
 And fill" the earth with light and love. 
 As waters cover all the feas ! 
 
 6 Sing, O ye heavens — 'tis deep and high ! 
 
 More than the waters of the flood ! 
 
 Shout, all the earth — behold, 'tis nigh ! 
 
 It comes to men, the gift of God 1 
 
 Ah 
 
 HYMN CCXVIIL iForty-eighth Metre, 
 The Bacifiiaer's Prayer. 
 \ TESITS, let thy pitying eye 
 Ji Call back a wandering flieep; 
 Falfe to thee like Peter, 1 
 Would fain like Peter weep ; 
 
- ^A CoIleSlion, . " 2 3 j 
 
 Let me be hj grace reftorM, 
 
 On mc be ail its freensis fhown ; 
 
 Turn and look upon mc, Lord, 
 And break my, heart of" ftoas. 
 
 Sarionr, Prince, cnthron'd above, 
 
 Repentance to impart. 
 Give me, through thy dying love. 
 
 The humble, contrite heart ; 
 Give what 1 have long implor'd,, - 
 
 A portion of thy love unknown ; 
 Turn and look upon me. Lord, 
 
 And break my heart of ftone. 
 
 See me. Saviour, from above, 
 
 Nor fuffer me to die ; 
 Life, and happinefs, and love, 
 
 Smile in thy gracious eye : ^ 
 Speak the reconciling word. 
 
 And let thy mercy melt me down j 
 Turn and look upon me, Lord, 
 
 And break my heart of ftone. 
 
 Look, a? vv'ith that pitying eye, 
 
 Which clos'd that vrer m.ight live ; 
 Speak, as -at the point to die, ■ - -^ ■ 
 
 «• Father,'' thou laid'ft, *' Forgive ! '* 
 Yea, as with that dying word, '' 
 
 He turns, andlooks, and cries, "'Tisdonc!''- 
 O! my lovmg, bleeding Lord, 
 
 This breaks my heart of ftone, 
 
 A, 
 X 2 
 
f34 The Lord's Simgs, 
 
 HYMN CCXIX. Fift7-fira Metre. 
 jidoptton» 
 \ T" ET others boaft their ancient line, 
 |l J In long fucceflion great ; 
 In the proud lift let heroes fhine. 
 And monarchs fwell the ftace ; 
 Defcended from the King of Kings, 
 Each faint a nobler title fings. 
 
 % Pronounce me, gracious God, thy fon. 
 
 Own me an heir divine ; 
 I'll pity princes on the throne, 
 
 When I can call thee mine : 
 Sceptres and crowns unenvied rife. 
 And lofe their lu&re in mine eyes. 
 
 3 Content, obfcure, I pafs my days, 
 
 To all I meet, unknown, 
 And wait till thou thy child fhalt raife. 
 
 And feat me near thy throne : 
 No n'ame, no honours, here I crave, 
 Well pleas'd with thofe beyond the grave. 
 
 4 Jefus, my elder brother, lives ; 
 
 With him I too Ihall reign ; 
 Nor fin, nor death,.-, whri-le he furvives. 
 
 Shall make the promife vain : 
 In him my title (lands fe&ure, 
 And fhall, while endlefs years endure. 
 
 5 When he, in robes divinely bright, 
 
 Shall once again appear, 
 Thou too, my fonl, fhak fliiae in lightj 
 And his full image bear. 
 
A CoUeciion. 235 
 
 Enough ! — I wait th' appointed day : 
 BlelVd Saviour, hafte and come away. 
 
 Cruttenden/, 
 
 HYMN CCXX. Fifcy.fecond Metre. 
 Dijlhiguifli'mg Grace. Jer. xxxvii. 
 I T N rongs of fublime adoration and praife, 
 X Ye pilgrims, for Sion who prefs, [Days, 
 Break forth and exrol the Grey.t Ancient of 
 His rich and diftinguiihing grace. 
 
 3 His love, from eternity fix'd upon you, 
 Eroke forth and difcovered its flame. 
 When each with the cords of his kindncls 
 he drew, 
 And brought you^o know his great name. 
 
 3 O had he not pitied the ftate you were in. 
 
 Your bofoms his love had ne'er felt ; 
 You ail would have liv*d, would have dy'd 
 too, in lin, 
 And funk vvith the load of yoiar guilt. 
 
 4 What is there in you that could gain his ef- 
 
 teem, 
 Or give the Creator delight ? 
 ^Twai "even fo. Father," you ever muftfing, 
 " Becaufe it feem'd good in thy fight.*' 
 J 'Twas all of thy grace we were bjought to 
 obey. 
 While others were fufFer'd to go [way. 
 The road v/hich by nature we chofe as our 
 Which Iciids to the regions of woe. 
 
236 The L^^rd's Songs, 
 
 6 Then give all the glory tp his holy- name % 
 To him all the glir>ry beloivgs ; [fame^ 
 Be yours the high joy itill to found forth his 
 And crown him in each of your fongs. 
 
 Kennedy, 
 
 HYMN CCXXI. Tvvemy-fecond Metre. 
 Z/O, Hd comet/:, 
 J T" O ! He cometh ! countlefs trumpets 
 I I Blow before the bloody fign ; 
 'Midft ten thoufand faints and angels 
 . See the crlicified ihine :. 
 
 Hallelujah, 
 Welcome, welcome, bleeding Lamb 1 
 
 t Now his merit by the harpers, 
 
 Through th' eternal deep refounds ; 
 Now refplendent fhine his nail-prints'; 
 Every eye lliall fee his wounds : 
 They who pierc'd him 
 Shall at his appearaHce wail. 
 
 3 Full of joyful expefiation, 
 
 Saints behold the Judge appear ; 
 Truth and juliice go before hirn^; 
 
 Now the joyful fentence hear ; 
 Hallelujah, 
 Welcome, welcome, Judge Divine. 
 
 4 *'Come, ye blefled of my Father, 
 
 *' Enter into life and joy ; 
 " Eanifh all yoiir fears «ind forrows ; 
 
 *' Endlefs prai/e' be your employ : 
 "\''ou have own'd me— 
 ** Welcome, welcome to the ikies." 
 
A Cotlecfion, 237 
 
 Now 4t-oncfr they rife 60 glory ; 
 
 Jslus brings them to the King ; 
 There, with all the hofts of heaven, 
 
 They eternal anthems fmg : 
 Hallelujah, 
 ^oundiels ^lory to the Lamb.* 
 
 RiPPGS's COLLECTJOK- 
 
 *7/r L Air's Celkahn, from the third wrfeto the 
 endy it is thttt .* " 
 
 EVERY ifland, lea and mountain. 
 Heaven and earth, fiiall flee away. 
 
 All who hate him, mufi:, athamed. 
 Hear the trump proclaim the day. 
 
 Come to judgment, come, &c. come, &c^ 
 
 Stand before the Son of Man. 
 
 Saints, who love him, view his glory. 
 
 Shining in his bruifed face ; 
 His dear perfon, on the rainbow. 
 
 Now hi5 people's head fhall raife. 
 Happy mourners, happy, &£. happy, &c., 
 L.0, in clouds he comes, he comes. 
 
 Now redemption, long expe<5ted. 
 
 See in folemn pomp appear : 
 All his people, once rejetftcd. 
 
 Now fliall meet him in the air. 
 Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah. 
 Now tbe promis'd kingdom's come* 
 
23 S 7"Z>f Lord's Songf^ 
 
 6 View him fmiling, now determin'd 
 Every evil to deftroy ; 
 All the nations now fliall fing him 
 
 Song's of eyerlafting joy. [quickly, 
 
 O come quiclily, O come quickly, O come 
 " Kailelujah, come, Lord, come. 
 
 KYMN. CCXXIL Twenty-fecond Metre. 
 Day of jfudgment. 
 
 1 "T^ AY of Judgment I day of wonders 3 
 \J Kark, /:he trumpet's av/ful found. 
 Louder than a thoufand thunciers. 
 
 Shakes the vaft creation round] 
 How the fummons 
 Will the finner's heart confound ! 
 
 2 See the Judge our nature wearing, 
 
 Cloih'd in majsfty divine { 
 You, who long for his appearing, 
 
 Then ih all fay, " This God is mmcl** 
 Gracious Saviour, 
 Own me in that day for thine 1 
 
 3 At his call the dead awaken, 
 
 RifV to life from earth and fea ; 
 « All the powers of nature, Ihaken 
 Ey his looks, prepare to flee : 
 Carelefs fmner, ' 
 What will then become of thee ? 
 
 4 Horrors, paft imagination, 
 
 Will fui-prifs your trembling heart, 
 When you hear your condemnation, 
 ''* Kenie, accurfed wretch, depart 1 
 
»t 
 
 A Colledion. 239 
 
 Thou with Satan 
 And his angels, have thy parti" 
 
 But to thofe who have confelTed, 
 
 Lov'd and ferv'd, the Lord below. 
 He will fay, *' Come Gear, ye blefTed, 
 See the kingdom 1 beftow ; 
 *< You forever 
 
 ** Shall my love and glory know." 
 
 6 Under forrows and reproaches. 
 
 May this ihought our courage raife — - 
 Swiftly God's Great Day approaches ; 
 Sighs fliall then be chang'd to praife : 
 May we triutnph 
 When the world is in ablaze. 
 
 Newton. 
 
 HYMiV CCXXITI. Second Metre. 
 The Death of Saints. 
 
 1 /^UR lifer's a cry, a groan, a figh ; 
 \J We live, and then begin to die ; 
 
 Death fteals upon us while we're green^ 
 Behind us digs a grave unjTeen. 
 
 2 But oh ! how great a mercy this, 
 That death fhould be a gate to blifs ! 
 While yet the body's fcarce undrefs'd. 
 The foul afcends to heavenly reft. 
 
 3 The Saints ! death fwallows up their fears,- 
 Their grave-clothes wipe av»-ay their tears j 
 Wbylhould they fear this parting pain, 
 
 ^■» die that they may live n^ain ? 
 
240 The LorcTs Sc7:gs^ 
 
 4 Ah ! how the Refurredtion Light 
 Will clarify believers* fight : 
 How joyful then will they arlfe, 
 And rub the duft from olF their eyes, 
 
 5 Their fouls and bodies they may truft; 
 With him who numbers every duft ; 
 Alfur'd that he the charge will keep ; 
 Their death is but a friendly fleep. A- 
 
 HYMN CCXXIV. Fifty-third Metre, 
 ffljh Praifes. 
 I O ING, my foul, thy Saviour's merit, 
 O Glory, glory, glory ; 
 Peace it gives my troubled fpirit. 
 
 Glory, glory, glory ! 
 Sprinkled with his precious blood. 
 
 Glory, glory, glory ; 
 Reft [ Hnd in thee, my God, 
 
 Glory, glory, glory ! 
 
 2 Cry, ye Saints, whilft he is pleading, 
 
 AVorthy, worthy, worthy ; 
 With the Father interceding— 
 
 Worthy, worthy, worthy f 
 He, the fpotlefs Lamb of God, 
 
 Worthy, worthy, worthy ; 
 Lov'd, and wafhM us in his blood - 
 
 Worthy, worthy, worthy. 
 
 3 Say, O every creature living. 
 Glory, glory, glory ; 
 Bleftlng, honour and thaukfgiving, 
 Glory, glory, glory ! 
 
Holy IS the Lord of Hoft, 
 
 Holy, holy, holy ; 
 Father, Son and Holy Ghoft, 
 
 Holy, holy, holy. 
 
 4 BlelTed be the God of heaven, 
 
 Blelfed, ble/Ted, bleffed. 
 Who has all our fins forgiven ; 
 
 Bleffed, blcffed, bleffed : 
 Praifed be his holy name ; 
 
 Praifed, praifed, praifed, 
 Now and evermore, amen ; 
 
 Praifed, praifed, praifed. A, 
 
 HYMN CCXXV. Fifty-fourth Metre. 
 7" he Chrtjiian Longing to depart. 
 I TT* AINT is my head, and fick my heart, 
 J7 Whilft thou doft ever, ever ftay ! 
 Fixt in my foul I feel the dart ; 
 
 Groaning I feel it night and day ; 
 Come, Lord, and fhow thyfelf to me. 
 Or take me up to thee. 
 
 i Canft thou withhold thy healing grace. 
 So kindly laviih of thy blood ; 
 \^^ien, fwiftly trickling down thy face. 
 
 For fin the purple current flow'd ? 
 Come, Lord, and fhew thyfelf to mc. 
 Or take me up to thee. 
 
 3 O loofe this frame, life's knot untie \ 
 That my free foul may ufe her wing» 
 
 Y 
 
^42 The Lord's Songs, 
 
 Now pinion' d with mortality, 
 
 A weak, entangled wretched thing ; 
 
 Come, Lord, and (hew thyfelf to me, 
 Or take me up to thee. 
 
 4 Why (hould I longer ftay and groan ? 
 
 The moft of me to heaven is fled ; 
 My thoughts and joys are thither gone ; 
 
 To ail below I now am dead : 
 Come, Lord, and fliew thyielf to me. 
 
 Or take me up to thee. 
 
 HYMN CCXXVL Thirty>fifth Metre. 
 
 "The heavenly Lover. 
 
 1 T T E dies \ the ff iend of fmners dies { 
 Xn Lo, Salem's daughters weep around; 
 A folemn darknefs veils the (kies ! 
 
 A fudden trembling fhakes the ground ! 
 Come, faints, and drop a tear or two, 
 
 For him whogroanM beneath your load! 
 He fhed a thoafand drops for you, 
 . A thoufand drops of richer blood I 
 
 2 Here's love and grief beyond degree ; 
 
 The Lord of glory dies for meni 
 But lo ! what fudden joys we fee 1 
 
 Jefus, the dead, revives again ! 
 The rifmg God forfakcs the tomb : 
 
 Up to his Father's court he flies j 
 Cherubic legions guard him home. 
 
 And Ih^'j^ h^'n weiramc to the fkies J 
 
A CoUenion. 243. 
 
 Break off your tears, ye faints, and tell 
 
 How high our grsat Deliverer reigns ! 
 Sing how hefpoil'd the hofts of hell, 
 
 And led the monfter. Death, in chains ! 
 Say, " Live forever, wondercus King, 
 
 Born to redeem, and ftrong to fave !" 
 Then a{k the monfter, "Where's thy fting ? 
 
 And whcre's thy vidory, boafting grave V* 
 
 Watts. 
 
 HYMN CCXXVII. Thirteenth Metre. 
 Eaflsr-day 
 
 CHRIST the Lord is rifen to-day, 
 Sons of men, and angels, fay 1 
 Raife your joys and triumphs high ; Hal. 
 Sing, ye heavens, and earth reply. 
 
 Love's redeeming work is done, 
 
 Fought the fight, the battle won ; 
 
 Lo ! the fun's eclipfe is o'er. Hallelujah, 
 
 Lo ! he fits in blood no more. 
 
 Vain the ftone, the watch, the {q^\ ; 
 Chrift hath burft the gates of hell .: 
 Death in vain forbids his rife. Hallelujah, 
 Chrift has open'd Paradife. 
 
 Lives again our glorious King. 
 
 Where, O death, p now thy fting ! 
 
 Once he dy'd our fouls to fave; Hallelujah, 
 
 Where thy vixSory, O grave ! 
 
 Soar we now where Chrift has led, 
 Following Gur exalted Head : 
 Made like him, like him we rife, Hallelujah, 
 Ours the crofs, the grave, the Ikies. 
 
244 T'Z'^ LorcTs Songs^ 
 
 6 What though once we perifh'd all, 
 Partners of our parent's fall ; 
 
 Secoixi life let us receive. Hallelujah^ 
 
 In our heavenly Adam live. 
 
 7 Hail, the Lord of earth and heaven ! 
 Praife to thee by both be given \ 
 
 Thee we greet triumphant how, Hallelujahs 
 Hail the refurredtion — thou I 
 
 HYMN CCXXVIII. Forty.fifth Metre. 
 Thejame Suhje£t, 
 
 t TJ EHOLD ! tlie bri^^ht morning appears,* 
 jTi And Jefus revives from the grave ; 
 His riling removes all our fears, 
 
 And ihows him almighty to fave. 
 How ftrong were his tears and his cries ! 
 
 The worth of his blood, how divine ! 
 How perfed is his facrifice, 
 
 Who rofe, though he fuffer'd for fin ! 
 
 ^ The Man who was crowned with thorns. 
 
 The Man who on Calvary dy'd ; 
 The Man wh'b bore fcaurging and fcorn. 
 
 Whom finners agreed to deride ; 
 Now bleffed forever is made, 
 
 And life has rewarded his pain ; 
 Now glory has crowned his head ; 
 
 Heaven fings of the Lamb that was flain. 
 
 3 Believing, we fliare in his joy ; 
 
 By faith we partake of his refl ; 
 In hope we can cheerfully die ; 
 With him we expc<fl to bleli. 
 
A ColleBion, 245 
 
 This makes us regardlefs of fame. 
 And riches and honours defpife ; 
 
 We fufferfor Jefus Chrift's name. 
 And die that ijvith him we may. rife, 
 
 4 We wait for his coming again. 
 
 To raife us in glory with him ; 
 Then gladnefs his faints fhall obtain, 
 
 His foes fhall be clothed with fhamc. 
 Then fliall his afflided and poor. 
 
 From duft and the dunghill be rais'd ; 
 Their want and difgrace are no more : 
 
 By him they with princes are plac'd. 
 
 ^ Then will he mod fully reward 
 
 The kindnefles done to his name; 
 For faithfully he has declar'd, 
 
 He takes them as deeds done to him : 
 " Ye bled of my Father, come near, 
 Sit down on my heavenly throne, 
 Inherit the kingdom prepar'd 
 
 For thofe who delight in his Son." 
 
 6 Then let us look forward to this. 
 And joyfully take up the crofs ; 
 His fervants fhall be where he is, 
 
 And all that we lofe is but drofs. 
 They're honour'd whom he fhall approve ; 
 
 Their riches fhall never decay ; 
 Tbeir joy is complete in his love, 
 Their tears fhall be all wip'dawayv 
 
 Hart, 
 
 y % 
 
1-4^ The. Lor (Ts Songs ^ 
 
 HYxMN CCXXIX. Second Metre, 
 
 RefurreSion and Jfcmjton. Pfalm xzlr... 
 
 X. f^ UR Lord is rifen from the dead, 
 V^ Our Jefus is gone up on high ; 
 The powers of hell are paptive led. 
 Dragged to the portals of the Ik v. 
 
 2 There his triumphal chariot waits, 
 
 And angeis chant the folemn lay, 
 ** Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates i_ 
 Ye everiafting doors, give way 1" 
 
 3 Loofe all your bars of mafTy light, 
 
 And wide unfold the radiant fcene ; 
 He claims thofe manfions as his right ; 
 Receive the King of Glory in. 
 
 4 " Who is the King of Glory, v/no r" 
 
 The Lord, that all his foes o'ercame ; 
 The world, fm, death and hell o'erthrew ;^ 
 And Jefus is the conqueror's name. 
 
 5 Lo ! his triumphal chariot waits,, 
 
 And angels chant the folemn lay, 
 " Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates j; 
 Ye everlafting doors, give way 1" 
 
 6 " Who is the King of Glory, who ?" 
 
 The Lord, of boundlefs power pofTei^^ 
 The King of faints and angels too, 
 Grod over all, forever bleft. 
 
A ColleEtiort, ^a^j 
 
 HYMN CCXXX. Fourteenth Metre. 
 Afcenfion. 
 
 HAIL the day that fees him rife, 
 Ravilh'd from our wiOiful eyes I 
 Chrift, awhile to mortals given, 
 Re-afcends his native heaven ; 
 There the pompous triumph waits ; 
 ** Lift your heads, eternal gates 1 
 " Wide unfold the radiant fcene, 
 " Take the King of Glory in V 
 
 Him, though higheft heaven receives. 
 Still he loves the earth he leaves ; 
 Though returning to his throne. 
 Still he ^alls the world his own : 
 Still for us he intercedes. 
 Prevalent his death, he pleads ; 
 Nejtt himfelf prepares our place, 
 Harbiiiger of human race. 
 
 Mafter, (may v/e ever fay) 
 Taken from our head to-day. 
 See thf "faithful iVrvants, fee. 
 Ever gazmg up to thee 1 
 Grant, though parted from our light. 
 High above yon a'k.uie height, 
 Grant,; our. hearts may thither rife, 
 I oil owing thee above the ities. 
 
 Ever upward let us move. 
 Wafted on the wings of love ; 
 Looking wh^n our Lord Ihall come, 
 Longing for a happier home. 
 
i44? The hordes Songs, 
 
 There we (hall with thee remain. 
 Partners of thine endlefs reign ; 
 There thy face unclouded fee, 
 Find our heaven of heavens in thee. 
 
 HYMN CCXXXI. Seventh Metre. 
 Intercejton, 
 
 1 TTEAR, O heavens ! O earth, attend! 
 X X Nations, hear the joyful found ! 
 Chrift who died is rifen again, 
 
 And with endlefs glory crowned. 
 
 2 See !'our IntercefTor lives. 
 
 Hear him plead before the throne ! 
 *' Father, fave my guilty flock, 
 " Save, for now thy will is done. 
 
 3 ** Thefe are they whom I have lov'd, 
 
 " They whom thou to me didft give ; 
 " Thefe I purchafed with ray blood ; 
 " Since I died, O let them live !" 
 
 4 "Juft, O well belov'd, thy plea, 
 
 **Ju{l whate'er thy lips can crave ; 
 " Thou haft died for guilty men, 
 **N'ow I can be juft, and fave." 
 
 5 BlefTed God ! what grace is here ! 
 
 How fhall finners grateful prove ? 
 How that gratitude exprefs, 
 For thy rich, preventing love ? 
 
 6 Howl bu^by their love to thee. 
 
 To thy people, to thy laws. 
 Daily taking up their crofs. 
 
 Gladly fuiFering for thy caufe X 
 
 / 
 
A Coiledion, 249 
 
 HYMN CCXXXII. Thirty.firfl Metre. 
 Whitfunday. 
 1 TESUS, we hang upon the word 
 
 J, Our longing fouls have heard from thee ; 
 Be mindful of thy promife, Lord, 
 
 Thy promife made to fuch as me : 
 Thy followers, who thy fteps purfue. 
 And would believe that God is true. ^ 
 
 z Thou faidft, " I will the Father pray, 
 "And he the comforter fhall give, 
 "Shall give him in your hearts to ftay, 
 "And never more his temples leave : 
 " Myfelf will to my children come, 
 " And make you my eternal home." 
 
 ^ Come then, dear Lord, thyfelf reveal. 
 And let thy prom.ife now take place ; 
 Be it according to thy will. 
 
 According t© thy word of grace : 
 Thy forrowful difciples cheer. 
 And fend us down the Comforter. 
 
 4 He vifits now the troubled breaft, 
 
 And oft relieves our fad complaint ; 
 But foon we lofe the tranfient gueft. 
 
 But foon we droop again and faint : 
 Repeat the melancholy moan— 
 " Our joy is fled, our comfort gone." 
 
 5 Send him, O Lord, into each heart, 
 
 Oar furcj infenarable guide : 
 
2^0 The Lord*s Songs, 
 
 O may we meet and never part ! 
 O may he in our hearts abide. 
 And keep his houfe of pralfe and prayer, 
 And reft and reign forever there ! 
 
 HYMN CCXXXIII. Second Metre. 
 
 TJje WorJJjip of Heaven, John xvii. 24. 
 
 I /^ FOR a fweet, infpiring ray, 
 V^ To animate our feeble ftrains, 
 From the bright realms of endlefs day. 
 The blifsful realms where Jefus reigns, 
 
 7. There low before his glorious throne 
 Adoring faints and angels fall, 
 And with delightful worlhip own 
 
 His fmile theirl>lifs, their heaven, their all. 
 
 3 Immortal glories crown his head. 
 
 While tuneful hallelujahs rife. 
 And love, and joy, and triumph, fpread 
 Through all the affemblies of the Ikies. 
 
 4 He fmiles, and feraphs tune their fongs 
 
 To boundlef^ rapture while they gaze ; 
 Ten thoufand thoufand joyful tongues 
 Refound his everlafting praife. 
 
 5 There all the ranfom'd of the Lamb 
 
 Shall join at laft the heavenly choir ; 
 O may. the joy-infpiring theme 
 
 Awake our faith, and warm defirc ! 
 
A Colledion. ' 251 
 
 6 Dear Saviour, let thy Spirit feal 
 
 Our interefl in that blifsful place : 
 Till death remove this mortal veil, 
 And we behold thy lovely face. 
 
 Mrs. Steele. 
 
 HYMN CCXXXIV. Firft Metre. 
 ne Mejfage of Chrijl, Ifaiah Ixi. I . 
 
 1 TJARK, the glad found ! the Savioux 
 X JL The oaviour promis'd long ! [comes. 
 Let every heart prepare a throne. 
 
 And ev'ry voice a fong. 
 
 2 On him the Spirit, largely pour'd, 
 
 Exerts its facred fire ; 
 Wifdom and might, and zeal and love. 
 His holy breaft infpire. 
 
 3 He comes, the prifoners to releafe. 
 
 In Satan^s bondage held ; 
 The gates of brafs before him burft. 
 The iron fetters yield. 
 
 4 He comes, from thiekeft films of vice 
 
 To clear the mental ray, 
 And on the eye-balh of the blind 
 To pour celcftial day. 
 
 5 He corries, the broken heart to bind. 
 
 The bleeding foul to cure ; 
 And with the trealures of his grac« 
 X' enrich the humble poor. 
 
252 The .Lord^s Songs ^ 
 
 6 Out glad hofannas^ Prince of Peace, 
 Thy welcome fiiall proclaim. 
 And heaven's exalted arches ring 
 With thy beloved name. 
 
 BoDDRlDdE, 
 
 HYMN CCXXXV. FoTirteenth Metre. 
 The Nativity of Chrifr, 
 I T TARK ! the herald-angels ling, 
 jn *' Glory to the new-b©rn King ;; 
 " Peace on earth, and mercy mild ; 
 " God and fniners reconciled." 
 Joyful, all ye nations, rife ; 
 Join the triumph of the fkies ; 
 With th' angelic holl proclaim^ 
 « Chrift is born in Bethlehem ^ 
 
 1 Chrift, by higheft heaven ador'dy 
 Chrift, the everlafting Lord ; 
 Late in time behold him come, 
 Offspring of a virgin's womb : 
 VeiPd in flefti the Godhead fee ; 
 Hail th' incarnate Deity ! 
 Pleas'd as man with men to appear, 
 Jeffts our Immanuel here. 
 
 3 Hail, the lieaven-born Prince of l^'eace 5 
 Hail, the S-m orRighteoufnefs ! 
 Light and lif^ to all he brings, 
 Ris'n with healing in his wings : 
 Mild he lays his glory by, 
 Borij that nian no more may die ;; 
 Born to raife the fons of ^arth ; 
 Born to give them fecond birth. 
 
J CoUcSlibn. 253 
 
 4 Come, Defire of nations, comei 
 Fix in us thy humble home ; 
 Rife, the woman's conquering {<iiti^ 
 Bruife in us the ferpent's head ; 
 Adam's Hkenefs now efface ; * 
 
 Stamp thine image In its place j 
 Second Adam from above, 
 Re-inftate us in thy love. 
 
 Wesley's CoLLEcTio>/i' 
 
 HYMN CCXXXVL. Fourteenth Metre, 
 The fame SubjeSI. 
 
 1 /^ OME, thou long expeded Jefus, 
 V^ Born to fet thy people free ; 
 From our fears and fms releafe us. 
 
 Let us find our reft in thee ! 
 Ifrael's ftrength and confolation, 
 
 Hope of all tae earth thou art ; 
 Dear Defire of every nation, 
 
 Joy of every longing heart ! 
 
 2 Born thy people to deliver, 
 
 Born a child, arid yet a king ; 
 Born to reign in us forever. 
 
 Now thy gracious kingdom bring 1 
 By thine own eternal Spirit '' 
 
 Ruld'in ail our hearts alone ; 
 By thine all-fufficient merit, 
 
 Raife us to thy glorious throne^ 
 Mayan's 
 
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254- 7"^^ LorcTs Songs ^ 
 
 HYMN CCXXXVII. Fifty-fifth Meti^. 
 Thefmne Subje&. 
 
 1 X IFT ujyyour heads in joyful hope, 
 \ J Salute the happy morn ; 
 
 Each heavenly power 
 Proclaims the glad hour, 
 Lo ! Jefus the Saviour is born ! 
 
 2 All glory be to God on high ; 
 
 To him all praife is due ; 
 The promife is feal'd, 
 The Saviour's revealM, 
 And proves that the record is true, 
 
 3^ Let joy around like rivers flovi'. 
 Flow on, and ftill increafe ; 
 Spread o*er the glad earth. 
 At JefUs's birth, 
 For heaven and earth are at peace. 
 
 4 Now the good will of Heaven is fliown 
 
 Towards Adam's helplefs race ; 
 
 Meffiah is come »- 
 
 To ranfom his own, 
 To fave them by infinite grace. 
 
 5 Ther^ let us join the heavens above. 
 
 Where hymning feraphs fmg — 
 Join all the glad powers, 
 For their Lord is ours, 
 Our prophet, our prieft, and our king. 
 
A ColleSlion, 255 
 
 I5YMN CCXXXVIII. Seventh Metre. 
 
 The Chr'i/llan's Pro/peas. 
 
 I I^HILDREN of the Heavenly King, 
 V^ As you journey, fweetly ling ; 
 Sing your Saviour's worthy praife> 
 Glorious in his works and ways. 
 
 ^ Ye are travelling home to Godj 
 In the way the fathers trod ; 
 They are happy now, and ye 
 Soon their happinefs fhall fee* 
 
 3 O ye b.inifh*d feed, be glad ! 
 Chrift our advocate is made : 
 Us to fave, our flefh alTumes, 
 Brother to our fouls becomes. 
 
 4 Shout, ye little flock and bleft, 
 You on Jefus* throne fhall reft : 
 There your feat is now prepar'd, 
 There a kingdom, your rewardo 
 
 5 Fear not, brethren, joyful ftand 
 On the border of your land : 
 Jefus Chrift, your Father's Soig., 
 Bids you undifmay'd go on. 
 
 ^ Lord, obedient we will go, 
 Gladly leaving all below 5 
 Only thou our leader be, 
 And we ftill will follow thee. 
 
^j6 The Lord's Songs, 
 
 HYMN CCXXXIX. Firft Metre. 
 
 The f/orldl'mg. 
 
 3 " T\ y/r Y barns are full, my ftores increafe^^ 
 XVX And now for many years, 
 Soul, eat and drink, and take thine eafe, 
 Secure from wants and fears.'* 
 
 2 Thus whilft a worldling boafted once, 
 
 As many now prefume. 
 He heard the Lord himfelf pronounce 
 His fuddeii awful doom : 
 
 3 " This night, vain fool, thy foul muft paf^ 
 
 Into a world unknown ; 
 And who fhall then the Ilores poffefs 
 Which thou haft call'd thine own V* 
 
 4 Thus blinded mortals fondly fcheme 
 
 For happinefs below ; 
 Till death difturbs the pleafmg dream^^ 
 And they awake to woe. 
 
 5 Ah ! who can fpeak the vaft difmay 
 
 That tills the fmner's mind, 
 When, torn by death's ftrong hand away, 
 He leaves his all behind. 
 
 6 Wretches, who cleave to earthly things. 
 
 But are not rich to God ; 
 Their dying hour is full of ftings, 
 And hell their dark abode. 
 
 7 Dear Saviour, make us timely wife, 
 
 Thy gofpel to attend. 
 
A CoUeclkn, 257 
 
 That we may live above the flcies, 
 When this poor life fhall end. 
 
 Newtom, 
 
 HYMN CCXL. Firft Metre. 
 Abraham and Seed. 
 
 1 X XT HEN God the faithful patriarch chofe, 
 
 V V And call'd him for his own ; 
 «' Abram," he faid, " Til be thy God, ^ 
 
 And thou flialt be my fon. 
 
 2 *' My covenant I will make with thee. 
 
 To give thee Canaan's reft ; 
 In thee, and in thy glorious feed. 
 The nations fhall be bleft. 
 
 3 <• Before me walk, and perfe(2 be ; 
 
 Obey my word divine ; 
 And circumcife thyfelf to me, 
 And mark thy fens for mine. 
 
 4 " For to thy bonds and trials great 
 
 I will inure thy feed ; 
 And this fure evidence they (hall bear^ 
 That they are mine indeed.'* 
 
 5 This bleffing, Lord, of Abraham, now. 
 
 To Gentiles thou doft give 1 
 Our children we will bring to thee. 
 Thy bleiHng to receive. 
 
 A. 
 
 Z 2 
 
258 The Lord's Songs ^ 
 
 HYMN CCXLI. FIrft Metre. 
 HiJhallfesdJns Flock like a SloppherJ. Ifal.xl. t r. 
 I 1^ UR Shepherd, whilft he feeds his flock, 
 V_y Behold his tender cares 1 
 The lambs he gathers in his arms, 
 And in his bofom bears. 
 
 3 " Forbid them not," he fays, " to come— 
 Them will I own and blefs ; 
 Of fuch my kingdom is composed, 
 The heirs of righteoufnefs. 
 
 3 " In all my prorfiifes of good. 
 
 Made to my friends beiow. 
 
 Could 1 forget and not include 
 
 Their infant offspring too ? 
 
 4 " Whilft in their fufFerings for my fake, 
 
 Their feed fo deeply ll/are ; 
 Could I be tlieirs, and to their babes 
 Refufe, my covenant-care. ?" 
 
 5 Lord, 'tis enough ! we fafely may. 
 
 Confide them to thj love ; 
 Thankful that now they bear the feal 
 Of bleiiiHgs from above. 
 
 A. 
 
 HYMN CCXLII. Second Metre. 
 yehovah'y.c'fus* 
 I 1\ /j" Y fong fftall blefs the Lord of all, 
 jLVJL My praife (hall climb to his abode ; 
 Th<^ei Saviour, by this nam.e I call, 
 The Great Supreme, the Mighty God, 
 
A CollcSfion, 259 
 
 2 Without beginning or decline, 
 
 Objedt of faith, and not of fenfe ; 
 Eternal ages faw him fhine. 
 He fhines eternal ages hence. 
 
 3 As much, wken in the manger laid, 
 
 Almighty Ruler of the fky, 
 As when the fix days* work he made , 
 Fill'd all the morning flars with joy. 
 
 4 Of all the crowns Jehovah bears, 
 
 Salvation is his deareft claim ; 
 That gracious found well pleas'd he hears. 
 And ov/ns Emmanuel for his name. 
 
 5 A cheerful confidence I feel, 
 
 My well plac'd hopes with jny I fee ; 
 My bofom glows with heavenly zeal 
 To worlhip him who died for me. 
 
 6 As man he pities my complaint ; 
 
 His power and truth are all divine ; 
 He will not fail, he cannot faint ; 
 Salvation's fure, and miuft be mine. 
 
 COWPER, 
 
 HYMN CCXLUL Seventh Metre. 
 
 ReJeeming Love. 
 
 I "^TOW begin the heavenly theme, 
 J.\l Sing aloud of Jefus' name : 
 Ye, who his falvation prove. 
 Triumph in redeeming love. 
 
56© The Lord's Songs ^ 
 
 Z Ye, wKo fee the Father's grace 
 ■ Bsaming in the Saviour's face, 
 As to Canaan on ye move, 
 Praife and blefs redeeming love. 
 
 3 Ye, alas ! who long have been 
 Willing flaves of death and fin, 
 Now from blifs no longer rove — < 
 Stop, and tafte redeeming love. 
 
 4 Welcome all by fm opprefs'd, 
 Welcome to his facred reft ; 
 Nothing brought him from above, 
 Nothing but redeeming love. 
 
 5 When his Spirit leads us home, 
 When to glory we are come, 
 We Ihall all the fulnefs prove ~ 
 Of our Lord's redeeming love. 
 
 6 Hither, then, your mufic bring ; 
 Strike aloud each cheerful firing 1 
 Mortals, join the hoft above. 
 Join to praife redeeming love. 
 
 HYMN CCXLIV. Second Metre. 
 Temptation, 
 
 1 nr^HE billows fwell, the winds are bigh^ 
 
 X Clo-uds overcaft my wintry fky ; 
 Out y^ the depths to thee I call ; 
 My tears are great, my ftrength is fmall. 
 
 2 O Lord, the pilot's part perform, 
 
 And guide and guard methroughthe ftorm j 
 
A CoUedion. 261 
 
 Defend me from each threatening ill, 
 Controul the waves, fay, " P^ace ; bsJltllJ* 
 
 3 Amid ft 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 every fhape and name 
 Attend the followers of the Lamb, 
 Who leave the world's deceitful Ihore, 
 And leave it to return no more. 
 
 5 Though tempeft-tofs'd and half a wreck. 
 My Saviour through the floods I feek \ 
 Let neither winds nor ftormy main 
 Force back my ihatter'd bark again. 
 
 COWPER, 
 
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 HYMN CCXLV. Second Metre. 
 Looking upward in a Starm^ 
 OD of my life, to thee 1 call. 
 
 Afflided at thy feet I fall 
 
 When the great water-floods prevail. 
 
 Leave not my trembling heart to fail I 
 
 2 Friend of the friendlefs and the faint ! 
 Where fliould 1 lodge my deep complaint ? 
 Where but with thee, whofe open door 
 Invites the helplefs and the poor I 
 
 3 Did ever mourner plead with thee. 
 And thou refufe that mourner's plea ? 
 Does not the word ftill lix'd remain, 
 That none fhall feek thy face in vain ? 
 
^€z The Lord's Songs ^ 
 
 4 That were a grief I could not bear, 
 Didft thou not hear and anfwer prayer ^ 
 But a prayer-hearing, anfwering God, 
 Supports me under every load. 
 
 ^ Fair is the lot that's caft for me ; 
 I have an advocate with thee ; 
 They whom the Avorld caretfes moft. 
 Have no fuch privilege to boaft. 
 
 ^ Poor though I am, defpis'd, forgot. 
 Yet God, my God, forgets me not ; 
 And he is fafe, and muft fucceed, 
 For whdm the Lord vouchfafes to plead. 
 
 Cow P Ell. 
 
 HYMN CCXLVI. Fifty-feventh Metre. 
 Canaan, 
 
 1 y^OME, let tis v/itb fpeed our journey go 
 V^ on, 
 
 Go on, go on to Canaan ; 
 Pilgrims ne'er reft till their journey is doHC; 
 
 Till fafe they arrive at their home : - 
 Canaan I Canaan, Emmanuel's land ! 
 
 God fpeed us fafe to Canaan. 
 
 2 Glad tiding we hear from Canaan the ble{l> 
 
 Good news, good news from Canaan : 
 That in the good land the weary find reftg 
 
 And we (hall reft in Canaan : 
 Canaan ! Canaan ! to th* people of God 
 
 A reft remains in Canaan. 
 
A Cclledlon. ci&j 
 
 J- We there in that goodly mountain (Kail dwell, 
 Shall dwell, Ihall dwell in Canaan ; 
 
 And there we Ihall drink of Bethlehem's well. 
 Shall drink full draughts in Canaan : 
 
 Canaan ! Canaan ! their fins are forgiven 
 Who dwell in bleffed Canaan. 
 
 4 Our health will recover, Cilead's balm 
 
 Will heal, will heal in Canaan : 
 The grapes of EOicol eavigour and warm, 
 
 Our youth renew in Canaan : 
 Canaan ! Canaan ! there^s plenty of bread, 
 
 And milk and honey in Canaan. 
 
 5 Our mourning will end, and there v^e v^rill- 
 
 Will fmg, will fing in Canaan : 
 With joy will enter the realms of our King, 
 
 With fhouting come to Canaan ; 
 Canaan ! Canaan, our heavenly home 1 
 
 We long to fee our Canaan. 
 
 6 Then let us with diligence labour and feeJc, 
 
 And feek, and feek for jCanaan : 
 Be fure that we all the language can fpeak, 
 
 Th' unlifping tongue of Canaan : 
 Canaan ! Canaan, the premifed land ! 
 
 O when (hall we find Canaan ! 
 
 A 
 
 HYMN CCXLVII. Firft Metr^ 
 The hidden Life. 
 r ^TnO tell the Saviour all my wants, 
 X How pleafing is the tafk ! 
 
264 The hordes Sengs ^ 
 
 Nor lefs to praife him when he grants 
 Beyond what I can alk. 
 
 2 My labouring fpirit vainly feeks 
 
 To tell but half the joy ; 
 With how much tendernefs he fpeaks, 
 And helps me to reply. 
 
 3 Nor were it wife, nor fhould I choofe 
 
 Such fecrets to declare ; 
 Like precious wines, their tafte they lofe 
 Expos'd to open air. 
 
 4 But this with boldnefs I proclaim, 
 
 Nor care if thoufands hear — 
 Sweet is the ointment of his n*me ; 
 Not life is half fo dear. 
 
 COWPER* 
 
 HYMN CCXLVIIl. Thirtieth Metre. 
 Bartimeus^ 
 
 1 " 1\^ yTERCY, O thou Son of David 1" 
 
 J_V A Thus blind Bartimeus pray'd ; 
 ** Others by thy word are fared. 
 
 Now to me afford thine aid :'* 
 Many for his crying chid him, 
 
 But he calPd the louder ftill ; 
 Till the gracious Saviour bid him, 
 
 " Come, and afk me what you will.*^ 
 
 2 Money was not what he wanted. 
 
 Though by begging us'd to live ; 
 But he allc'd, and Jefus granted. 
 Alms which none but he could give i 
 
A ColleBion. 265 
 
 ** Lord, remove this grievous blindnefs, 
 Let my eyes behold the day ;" 
 
 Straight he faw, and, won by kindnefs. 
 Followed Jefus in the way. 
 
 3 O ! methlnks I hear him praifing, 
 Publifhing to all around, 
 ** Friends, is not ray cafe amazing ? 
 
 What a Saviour 1 have found ! 
 Oh ! that all the blind but knew him. 
 
 And would be advis'd by me ! 
 Surely would they haften to him, 
 He would caufe them all to fee." 
 
 Newt ON', 
 
 HYMN CCXLIX. FirR Metre. 
 For Frefdr'oaUon at Sea, 
 
 1 TTOW are thy fervants bleft, O Lord ! 
 X JL How fure is their defence ! 
 Eternal wifdomfjis their guide, 
 
 Their help Omnipotence. 
 
 2 Think, O my foul, devoutly think. 
 
 How, with affrighted eyes. 
 Thou faw'il the wide-extended deep 
 In all its horrors rife ! 
 
 3 Confufion dwelt on every face, 
 
 And fear in every heart, 
 When waves on waves, and gulfs on gulf^p 
 Overcame the pilot's art. 
 
 4 Yet then, from ail my griefs, O Lord, 
 
 Thy mercy fet me free i 
 A a 
 
£66 The Lord's Songs, 
 
 Whllft in the confidence of prayer, 
 My foul took hold on thee. 
 
 5 For though in dreadful whirls we hung 
 
 High on the broken wave, 
 1 knew thou wert not flow to hear, 
 Nor impotent to fave. 
 
 6 The ftorm was laid, the winds retired. 
 
 Obedient to thy will ; 
 The fea, that roar'd at thy command. 
 At thy command was flilL 
 
 7 In midft of dangers, fears and deaths, 
 
 Thy goodnefb PU adore, 
 And praife thee .for thy mercies pad. 
 And humbly hope for more. 
 
 8 My life, whilfl thou preferv'il this life. 
 
 Thy facr^Sce (hall be ; 
 And death, when death fhall be my lot. 
 Shall join my foul to thee. 
 
 Addison. 
 
 T 
 
 HYMN CCL. Second Metre. 
 
 The new Converti 
 HE new-born child of gofpel-grace. 
 Like forae fair tree when fummer's 
 nigh, 
 
 Beneath EmmanuePs Oiining face, 
 
 Lifts up his blooming branch on high; 
 
 No fears he feels, he fees no foes. 
 No conflid yet his faith employs, 
 
 Nor has he learnt, to whom he owes 
 The ftrength and peace his foul enjoys. 
 
A CoUeBlon. 26 j 
 
 3 But fin foon darts its cruel Hlng, 
 
 And, comforts finking day by day. 
 What feem'd his own, a felf-fed Ipring, 
 Proves but a brook that glides away. 
 
 4 When Gideon arm'd his numerous hofl:. 
 
 The Lord loon made hii> numbers lefs; 
 And '"^^id, left Hracl vainly bo?-(l, 
 "My arm procur'd m-: 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. 
 
 Cow PER. 
 
 KYMN CCLI. Tenth Metre. 
 
 Captivity in Babylon. 
 
 2 A LONG the banks where BaheP s cnv^ 
 
 jLJL rent flows, [ftray'd. 
 
 Our captive bands in deep defpondence 
 
 While Zion's fall in fad remembrc-vnce role, 
 
 Her friends, her children, mingled with 
 
 the dead. 
 
 2 The tuneful harp, that once with joy wc 
 
 ftrung, [the lay, 
 
 When mirth employed and praife infpir'd 
 
 Jn mournful filence on the willows hung, 
 
 jAtfid growing grief prolong'd the tedjou^ 
 
 fiay. 
 
^68 The LanTs Songs ^ 
 
 3 The barbarous tyrants, to increafe the woe, 
 
 With taunting fmiles a fong of Ziea 
 claim'd, 
 Bid facred praife in ftrains melodious flow. 
 While they blalpheme the great Jeho- 
 vah's name. 
 
 4 But how in heathen chains and lands un- 
 
 known, 
 Shall IJraeVs fons a fong of Zlon raife ? 
 O haplefs Salem, God's terreftial throne. 
 Thou land of glory, facred mount of praife ! 
 
 ^ If e'er my memory lofe thy lovely name. 
 If my cold heart negled my kindred race. 
 Let dire deftrutfrion feize this guilty frame; 
 My hap.d (hall perifh, and my voige fhall 
 
 6 Yet fhall the Lord, who hears when Z'lon 
 calls. 
 Overtake her foes with terror and difmay. 
 His arm avenge her defolated walls. 
 And raife her children to eternal day. 
 
 Barlow, 
 
 HYMN CCLII. Eighteenth Metre, 
 The Banquet. 
 \ f^ OME, and let us afcend, 
 
 V-y My companion and friend. 
 To a tafte of the banquet above : 
 
 If thine heart be as mine. 
 
 If for Jefus it pine, 
 Come up into the chariot of lovc^ 
 
A Collection, 2% 
 
 .2 Who m Jefus confide, 
 
 They are bold to outride 
 The fierce ftorms of affliaion beneath : 
 
 With the prophet they foar 
 
 To tljat heavenly fnore. 
 And outfly all the arrows of death. 
 
 3 We by faith are now come 
 To our permanent home ; 
 
 But by hope we the rapture improve ; 
 
 And by love we ftill rife, 
 
 And look down on the ilcies — 
 For the heaven of heavens is love ! 
 
 4 Who on earth can conceive 
 Of their pleafure, who live 
 
 In the city of God, the great King ! 
 
 What a concert of praife, 
 
 When of Jefus*s grace 
 The whole heavenly company fing ! - 
 
 5 What a rapturous fong 
 When the glorify'd throng 
 
 In the fpirit of harmony join ! 
 
 Join all the glad choirs, 
 
 Their hearts, voices and lyres, 
 And the burde* is— mercy divine. 
 
 6 Hallelujah, they cry, 
 To the King of the iky ; 
 
 To the great, everiafting I AM ; 
 
 To the Lamb who was flain. 
 
 And who llveth again. 
 Hallelujah to God and the Lambu 
 
 A a 2 
 
270 The Lord's Sdngs^ 
 
 HYMN CCLIII. Firft Metre, 
 Song of AngeU at the NatWity. 
 
 1 «* QHEPHERDS, rejoice, lift up your 
 
 O eyes. 
 
 And fend your fears av7ay ; 
 News from the regions of the fkies ! 
 Salvation's born to-day. 
 
 2 " Jefas, the God whom angels fear. 
 
 Comes down to dwell wiih you ; 
 To-day he makes his entrance here» 
 But not as monarchs do. 
 
 3 " No gold, nor purple fwaddling-bands. 
 
 Nor royal, fhining things ; 
 A manger for his cradle ilands, 
 And holds the King of Kings. 
 
 4 " Go, fhepherds, where the infant lies. 
 
 And fee his humble throne ; 
 
 With tears of joy in all your eyes, 
 
 Go, Ihepherds, kifs the Son." 
 
 5 Thus Gabriel fang, and ftraight around 
 
 The heavenly armies thmng; 
 They rune their harps to lofty found. 
 And thus conclude the fong : 
 
 ^ " Glory t.o God that reigns above ; 
 Let peace furround the earth : 
 Mortals fhall know their Maker's love 
 At thsir Redeemer's birth." 
 
A Colledlon, 271 
 
 7 Lord ! and fliall angels have their fongs. 
 
 And men no tunes to raife I 
 O may we lofe thefe ufeleis tongues 
 When we forget to praife 1 
 
 8 Glory to God that reigns above. 
 
 That pitied us forlorn ; 
 We join to fmg our Maker's love. 
 For there's a Saviour born. 
 
 Watts,, 
 
 HYMN CCLIV. Fira Metre, 
 The Shepherds. 
 
 1 -TTTTHILE Ihepherds watch'd theic 
 
 V V flocks by night, 
 
 All feated on the ground. 
 The angel of the Lord came down. 
 And glory Ihone around. 
 
 2 "Fear not/' faid he (for mighty dread. 
 
 Had feiz*d their troubled mind ;) 
 " Giad tidings of great joy 1 bring 
 To you and all mankind, 
 
 3 " To you in David's town, this day, ' 
 
 Is born, of David's line, 
 The Saviour, who is Chrift the Lord j 
 And this Ihall be the fign ; 
 
 4 " The heavenly babe you there fhall find 
 
 To human view difplay'd. 
 All meanly wrapt in fwathing bands. 
 And in a manger laid." 
 
272 The Lord's Songs, 
 
 5 Tliii=: rpake' the fer.iph, :?nd forthwith 
 AppearM a fhinjn^ throng^ 
 Of an^srels prairmjr 'God, and thus 
 Addrefs'd their joyful fong : 
 
 5 *' All priory be lo God on high, 
 And to the earth be peace ; 
 Good-will, henceforth, from heaven to msn^ 
 Begin, and never ceafe." 
 
 Patrick. 
 
 HYMN CCLV. Forty-fixrh Metre, 
 T/^e SairJs' Triumph. Pfaim cxlix. 
 
 I /^ PRAISE ye the Lord, prepare yoia- 
 V_>/ glad voice, 
 
 - His pralfe in the great afiembly to fing j 
 In his great Creator let Ifraei rejoice. 
 
 And chihjren of Zion be glad in their, 
 King. 
 
 g^ L^t them his great name extol in the fiance. 
 
 With timbrel and harp his praise- ^.-.^-j. is. 
 Who always takes pleafure his iaints. to ad- 
 vance, . . [blefs. 
 
 And with his Salvation the humble to 
 
 3 With ^lr5rr adorn'd, his people flirJl fing, 
 
 To God, who their beds v\-ith fafety doth 
 
 fliield ; [great King, 
 
 Their mouths fill'd with praifes of him tlieir 
 
 Whiift a two edged fword tlieir right 
 
 hand'f^aii wield, 
 
A Colkdion. 273 
 
 4 Juft vengeance tp take for injuries paft : 
 
 To punifh thofe lands for luin defignM ; 
 With chains, as their captives, to make their 
 kings faft, 
 With fetters of iron their nobles to bind, 
 
 5 Thus they (hall fulfil, whenthofe they deftroy. 
 
 The dreadful decree which God does 
 
 proclaim ; [enloy. 
 
 Such honour and triumph his faints Ihall 
 
 O therefore forever exalt his great name i 
 
 Tate. 
 
 SHORT HTMNS. 
 
 HYMN CCLyi. Firft Metre. 
 The j^ngeh^ Song at the Opening of the Seah* 
 
 1 \ MEN, amen, the angels cry, 
 JLJL Salvation is his due ; 
 
 And we through all eternity 
 His praifes will renew, 
 
 2 Thanks, glory, blefling, wifdom, might. 
 
 Honour and power, then. 
 Be to our God forevermore, 
 Forevermore. AMEN. 
 
 HYMN CCLVII. Firft Metre, 
 
 Adopting Love. 
 
 % T> EHOLD what love the Father hath 
 JD On guilty man beftowM ! 
 That we, poor iinners, fons of wrath» 
 Should be the fons of God, 
 
ay 4 T^^^^ Lord^s So^igs^ 
 
 2 O how beyond expreSion great 
 His love in Chritt doth firm,e ! 
 'Tis like himfelf — th' eternal God— »» 
 Paft knowledge I all divine ! 
 
 HYMN CCLVirr. Thlrty-Hfth Metre, 
 Before Ssrmon. 
 
 CONFIRM the hope thy word allcw% 
 Behold us waiting^ to be fed j 
 Blefs the proviGons of thy houfe, 
 
 - And fatisfy thy poor with bread. - 
 Drawn by thine invitation, Lord, 
 
 Athirll and hungry we are come ; 
 Now from the fulnefs of thy word, 
 Feaft us, a»d {twd us thankful home. 
 
 HYMN GGLIX. Thirty-f^rft Metre. 
 My Expeilation is from Him. 
 
 1 r^ OME, O thou univerfal Good I 
 
 \_y Balm of the wounded confcience, cornel 
 The hungry, dying fpirit's food, 
 
 The weary; wand'ring pilgrim's horiiej 
 Haven to take the fliipwreck'd in j 
 My everlafting reft from fin ! 
 
 2 Come, O my ccmfort and delight ! 
 
 My ftrcngth, and health, and lhield,andfaa| 
 My boatl, my cotifideace, and mighi. 
 
 My joy, my glory, and my crowji; 
 My gofpel hope, my calling's prize^ 
 fvly tree oi life, my paradife 1 
 
■ A Coikahn. ' 27^ 
 
 ASCRIPTIONS, 
 
 HY^IN CCLX. Thirteenth Metre. 
 
 < Frai/e ye the Lord, 
 
 T r^ LORY be to God on high, HaL 
 
 VJF God, whofe glory tillb the fky ; 
 Peace on earth to man be given, 
 S'Lm, the well-belov'd of Heav'n. 
 
 %■ Sovereign Father, heav'nly King, Hal* 
 
 Thee we now prefume to fmg ! 
 GUd thine attributes confefs. 
 Glorious all, and numberlefs ! 
 
 2 Hail, by all thy works ador'd, Kalklujah \ 
 Hali,. tHt everlafting Lord I 
 Thee, with thankful hearts, we prove 
 Lord of power, and God of love ! 
 
 HYMN CCLXL Eighth Metre. 
 
 This God is cur God, 
 
 J '^"^HIS God is the God we adore, 
 
 X Gur faithful, unchangeable friend; 
 Whofe love is as great as his power, 
 And neither knows meafure nor end. 
 
 2 'Tis Jefus, the firfl and the laft, 
 
 Whole Spirit ihall guide its fafe home ; 
 We'll praife him for all that is paft, 
 v^nd Li uil him for all that's to come. 
 
 Hart> 
 
2-67 *The hordes Songs ^ 
 
 • HYMN CCLXII. Thirty-Firft Metre. 
 Prayer for JJfurance, 
 
 1 y^OME, Holy Ghoft, my foul mfpire s 
 V^ Bear witnefs that I'm born again 5 
 Come, and baptize me, Lord, with fire» 
 
 Nor let a doubt or cloud remain ; 
 Give me the fenfe of fm forgiven. 
 Sweet foretafte of approaching heaven. 
 
 2 Oh, give th* indifputable feal, 
 
 That afcertains the kingdom mine ; 
 True holinefs I long to feel, 
 
 The fignature of love divine ; 
 Oh, fhed it in my heart abroad, 
 Tulnefs of love, of heaven, of God. 
 
 HYMN GCLXIII. Third Metre, 
 yabe%^s Prayer, i Chron, iv. 10. 
 
 1 " /^ that the Lord indeed 
 
 \J Would me his fervant blefs. 
 From every evil fliield my head. 
 And crown my path with peace ! 
 
 2 " Be thy almighty hand 
 
 My helper and my guide ; 
 And with thy faints in Canaan's land, 
 A lot to me divide. 
 
 3 " Help me to leave my care. 
 
 And on thy word to reft : 
 O thou who anfwer'd Jabez* prayer ! 
 Grant me the like requeft." 
 
A Colled ion. t^^ 
 
 HYMN CCLXIV. Fifty-fixth Metre. 
 The Lo'ue of God to Man, 
 
 COULD we with ink the ocean fill, 
 Were the whole earth of parchment made. 
 Were every fmgle ftick a quill, 
 
 And every man a fcribe by trade ; 
 To write the love of God to man 
 
 Would drain the ocean dry, 
 Nor could the fcroU contain the whole, 
 Though ftretch'd from iky to fky. 
 
 HYMN CCLXV. Seventh Metre. 
 Coming to Zion, 
 
 1 "^T^T ^^ Sinai's dreadful blaze, 
 X\I But to Zion*s throne of grace. 
 By a way marked out with blood. 
 Sinners now approach to God. 
 
 2 Not to hear the fiery law, 
 But with humble joy to draw 
 Water, by that well fupply'd, 
 Jefus open'd when he dy'd. 
 
 3 Lord, there are no ftreams but thine 
 Can afTuage a thirft like mine ; 
 
 • 'Tis a thirft thyfelf didft give. 
 Let me therefore drink and live. 
 
 Newt6n. 
 
 HYMN CCLXVI. Second Metre. 
 Conchijion. 
 I TXT ITH IfraePs God who can compare ? 
 VV Or who like Ifrael happy are I 
 
 B b 
 
tjt the Lord's Songi^ 
 
 O people faved by the Lord, 
 
 He is thy ihielJ and great reward ! 
 
 2 Upheld by everlafting arms, 
 
 Thou art fecur d from foes and harms ; 
 In vain their plots, and falie their boafts; 
 Our refuge is the Lord cf Holts. 
 
 Newtok* 
 
 HYMN GCLXVIT. Seventh Metre. 
 The Blejfmg, 
 
 1 "XJTO^^*^ i^ay he who from the dead 
 xNl -Brought the Shepherd of the fheep, 
 Jefus ChriH:, our King and head, 
 
 All our fouls in fafety keep. 
 
 2 May he teach us to fulfil 
 
 What: is pleafmg in his fight j 
 Perfe<5]: us in all his will. 
 
 And preierve us day and night. 
 
 3 To that dear Redeemer's praife, 
 
 Who the covenant feaPd with blood, 
 Let our hearts and voices raife 
 Loud thankfgivings to our God. 
 
 Newto!*. 
 
 HYMN CCLXVIIL Fifteenth Metre. '♦ 
 The Same. 
 
 MAY the grace of Chrift our Saviour, 
 And the Father's boundlefs love. 
 With the Holy Spirit's favour, 
 Reft upon us from above. 
 
 Newtoh* 
 
A CoUeBion. 27^ 
 
 HYMM CCLX IX. Second Metre . 
 Tht Samt. 
 
 1 ^ I ^ HE peace which God alone reveals, 
 
 JL And by his word of grace imparts, 
 Which OLilf the believer feels, 
 
 Direct and keep and cheer your hearts ♦ 
 
 2 And m?7 the blefTcd Three in One, 
 
 The Father, Word, and Comforter, 
 Pour an abundant blefliag down 
 On every foiil aiT^mbied here. 
 
 Njswtou, 
 
 HYMN CCLXX. Firft. Metre. 
 The Same* 
 
 DllLIGHT to blefs thy people. Lord j 
 Defend and fuccour them ; 
 Do gvjpd to Zion, build the walls 
 Of thy Jeruf.ilem. 
 
 Tate, 
 
 ADDITIONAL LINES. 
 
 Chnft. 
 Fira Metre. 
 
 LET earth and every. ifle and Tea 
 Rejoice — -the Saviour reigns : 
 His v/ord like fire prepares his way, 
 And mountains melt to plains. 
 Firft Metre. 
 
 TILL the day break, and fhades depart^ 
 Beloved turn to me ; 
 iind ab the roe and tender hart, 
 On Bether mountains flee^ 
 
a8o Ti6f hordes Songs ^ 
 
 Second Metre. 
 
 EARTH has no charms that can exprefs 
 One feature of his lovelinefs : 
 Words have no ftrength in fetting forth 
 The fhorteft fentcnce cf his worth. 
 
 A. 
 
 Seventh Metre. 
 
 KING of Glory 1 Soul of Blifs ! 
 Everlafting life is this — 
 Thee to know, thy power to prove, 
 Thus to fing, and thus to love. 
 
 DOXOLOGIES. 
 
 Third Metre. 
 
 2 'Tn HE Father we adore, 
 X And everlafting Son, 
 The Spirit of his love and power. 
 The glorious Three in One. 
 
 2 At the creation*s birth 
 
 This fong was fung on high, 
 Shall found through every age, on earth, 
 And through eternity, 
 
 Newtok. 
 Thirty-ninth Metre. 
 
 r-p O Father, Son and Holy Ghoft, 
 X Se praife amidft the heavenly Hoft, 
 And in the church below ; 
 From whom all creatures draw their breath, 
 3y whom redemption bleft the earth. 
 From whom all comforts flow. 
 
 Bentvey*s Collection. 
 
ACoIkam. 281 
 
 Fifth Metre. 
 
 NOW to the great and facred Three, 
 The Father, Son and Spirit be 
 Eternal praife and glory given, 
 Through all the worlds where God is knowHj 
 By all the angels near his throne, 
 
 And all his faints in earth and heaven. 
 
 Tenth Metre. 
 
 YE faints on earth, afcribe, with heaven*s 
 high holl, 
 Glory and honour to the One in Three ; 
 To God the Father, Son, and Holy Ghoft, 
 As was, and is, and evermore ihall be. 
 
 Newton, 
 
 Firfl Metre. 
 
 BLESSING and honour, glory, power. 
 By all In earth and heaven. 
 To him who fits upon the throne, 
 And to the Lamb, be given. . 
 
 Tate. 
 
 Second Metre. 
 
 PRAISE God, from whom all bleffings flow; 
 Praife him, all creatures here below : 
 Praife him above ye heavenly hoft ; 
 Praife Father, Son, and Holy Ghoft. 
 
 Kennedy, 
 
 B b 2 
 
A TABLE OF TITLES, 
 
 AHYM^ 
 
 BR AH AM and feed - - 240 
 
 Ablenc:^ from God deplored - - ^ 
 
 Admiring divine mercy - - - 135 
 
 jA-doption - - - - - 219 
 
 For the Spirit of A. - - - 29 
 
 Adopting Love - - . 257 
 
 Adoring Jefus - - - - - 96 
 
 Advent. 
 
 The fecond A. - - - - 204. 
 
 Lo he cometh ! • - - 2.21: 
 
 Angel Lord - - - - - 142 
 
 Angels. 
 
 Jefus feen of A. -. - - 11-3 
 
 Song of Angels at the Nativity - 253 
 
 Song of A. at the opening of the Seals 256 
 
 Antichrill 
 
 The fall of A. - - - > 74 
 
 Afeenfion - - - - - 230 
 
 Afcriptions ----- 260 
 
 Aihamed. 
 
 Not afhamed of Chrifl: - - 37 
 
 Atonement. The A. - - - 66 
 
 Backflider. 
 
 The returning B. - - - 48 
 
 The Backfi'rder's Prayer - - 218 
 
 Banner of Love - - - - 1 40 
 
 Jianquet. The B. "- - -. - 252 
 
 Bartimeus - - - -' - 24S 
 
i84 A Table of Titles. 
 
 Beloved. ^ jSYMif, 
 
 Chrlil the well-beloved - - i 3^^. 
 
 My foul follows hard after thee - 136^ 
 
 The voice of my Beloved - - 135 
 
 Bleffing. The B. - - - 267 
 
 The fame fubje(5l - 268 269 270 
 
 Blood. The virtue of Chrift's B. - - 99 
 
 Building. The Building of God - - 154 
 
 Bridegroom. The voice of the B. - - 68 
 
 Canaan . - 
 
 Captivity in Babylon - - . 
 
 Change. The happy C. - - - 
 
 Chara<fters of Chrift - - . 
 
 Child. TheC. - . - , 
 
 Children. 
 
 Chrift's regard for little C. - 
 Prayer for C. - - . 
 
 Children of believers dyine: in infancy 
 
 Chrift - . ^ . . . 
 
 Chrift the Lord - - . , 
 
 Chrift the Apple-tree - - „ 
 
 Chrift's humiliation ... 
 
 City. The city of God - - 
 
 Comfort to the affli(f^ed 
 
 Communion with God - . _ 
 
 Compaffion and forgivenefs 
 
 Coucliifion . - - - 
 
 Confeflfon and pardon 
 
 Contrite heart - - . - 
 
 Convert. The new C. 
 
 Coronation of Chri/l - 
 
 Creation - - » - , 
 
ATahie ofTitles. 2^5 
 
 Grofs. Welcome Crofs - - rymn 191 
 
 Crucifi)don. ChritVs G, - - - 174. 
 
 D£ath of the Saints - - - 223 
 
 Death of the Saint defirable - - -3^ 
 
 Defert blooming as a rofc ■- - 12. 
 
 Defiring heavenly things - - 100 
 
 Defpair prevented . - - 109 
 
 .Dominion and Decrees of God. . - 3^ 
 
 Dying Chriftian to his foul » -- 43 
 
 Eafter Day . * - 227 22S 
 
 Kbenezer - - - - 77 
 
 Effort. The E. - - - - 17 
 
 Encoaragement to truft and iove Grod 107 
 
 Evening - - - - i9> 
 
 Evening Hymn. - - - 172 
 
 Lord's Day Evening - - 1 64 
 Expedlation. My expe<ftation is from him 255^ 
 
 Eaith. The power of F, - - 30 
 
 Faft. For a National Fail Day - Zit 
 
 Favour. The Divine F. - . - 6f> 
 
 Feaft. The Gk)fpel Feaft .. - 179 
 
 Figtree. The blalkd F. - - 8^ 
 
 Fountain. The F. - - - 44 
 
 Friend. A Frtend indeed" - - 162. 
 
 God exalted above all praife ' ' 59 
 
 God glorious, and fmners faved ^ . . . xj^ 
 
 God ready to forgive - • - 8t^ 
 
 God fupreme asd felf-fufficlent - - 4< 
 
 This God is our God - - 261 
 
l%6 A Table of Titles. 
 
 Go. To whom fhall we go - hymi7 ^i 
 
 Grace. Condefcendlng G. - - 
 
 40 
 
 Diftinguifhing G. ... 
 
 220 
 
 Reigning G. - - - 
 
 54 
 
 . Saved By G. - - - 
 
 98 
 
 Gratitude for God's Mercies 
 
 8r 
 
 Hallelujah - ^ . . 
 
 198 
 
 The Univerfal H. - - 
 
 70 
 
 Happinefs of being V ith Chrift - - 
 
 208 
 
 Harveft. The great Harveft 
 
 123 
 
 Heart. The flony H. - - - 
 
 101 
 
 Heaven - - , - - 
 
 206 
 
 Longing for H. -. ' - 
 
 159 
 
 The Chriftian longing to depart - 
 
 225 
 
 Help in time of need 
 
 125 
 
 Hero. The American H. 
 
 167 
 
 Hiding Place. The Chriaian's H. 
 
 15 
 
 Hope ■ 
 
 188 
 
 Againft Hope believing in Hope . 
 
 108 
 
 Immtitability of God 
 
 ji6 
 
 Invitation, The . - - - 
 
 152 
 
 TheGofpell. 
 
 I 
 
 Intercefiion - - - . 
 
 231 
 
 Jabez's Prayer 
 
 261 
 
 Jacob. My name is Jacob 
 
 33 
 
 Jehovah-Jireh - - . 
 
 18 i 
 
 Jehovah- Rophi « , - ^ . 
 
 i'^ 
 
A Table of Titles. 287 
 
 .jehovah-Nlffi ... - - ^'■'^'^ \\l 
 
 Jehovah- Shalom - ' ' ' A 
 
 jehov^h-Shammah - - " " tii 
 
 lehovah-Tfidkenu - - " ; 
 
 Jehovah- Jcfus - - ' " ^^^ 
 
 Jerufalem. The Heavenly 5- - - 3^ 
 
 The New J. - - ' ^^^ 
 
 Jefui my all - 
 
 Jefus the only Saviour - - - 57 
 
 Jewilh -Ceremonial • " " ^7^ 
 
 Toy in Chrift, and elcdllng Love - i?^-* 
 
 Juiilee. TheJ. - - - - ^^^ 
 
 Jadement. Day of J. - - - 222. 
 
 ^ ^ ThelaftJ. - - - - 2°^ 
 Kingdom of Heaven at hand 
 
 Lamb. Worthy the L. 
 
 Land. The good L. ... 
 
 Lite. The hidden L. - 
 
 Light. Moon Light 
 
 Lioht fhuiing out of Darknefs 
 
 Loit The Loft Sheep found 
 
 Love of God to man 
 
 Dwelling in Love, &c. 
 
 FirO. Love - - - ' 
 
 The Love and Lovellnefs of Jefus - 
 
 Love to Chrift ; - " ^5^, 
 
 Love fufferinsj and reigning 
 
 Lover. The^ Heavenly Lover 
 
 Loveft thou me - - " ^9 
 
 Loving kindnefs ©f the Lord - 1 
 
^88 A Table of Titles. 
 
 March. TheM. - . ^^,,^ 
 Meeting. At M jV^ 
 
 Mclchizedeck - . . ^^ 
 
 MefTageofChrift . . / ^J 
 Midnight cry j|J 
 
 Millennium. Extent of Chrift's kingdom 149 
 Future peace and glory of the Church 2 1.0 
 Longmg for the latter day glory - 60 
 On Earth as in Heaven - - nz 
 Miftake. The AtheilVs M. . _ U 
 Morning . . ^ 
 
 Lord's day M. . . ". J^ 
 
 Nativity of Chnft - . 23^ ^^s 237 
 New Birth - . . . ^l[ 
 
 New- Year's day - . - 165 ,65 
 
 Ode. The Sapphic O. - . . ^ 
 Opening a new place of Worfliip - 90 61 
 
 Ordination of a Minifter - . - J46 
 
 Taradife - . _ . - 180 
 
 Pardon. A cry for pardon - - tnz 
 
 Pardoning God, The - - - 47 
 
 Parting, At parting - - 144 J4- 
 
 Pilgrim. The bold R - • - 42 
 
 The Pilgrim's Son? * - - 70 
 
 Pleading Chrift - ^. . . J? 
 
 Praife f6r t\i^ Hope of Glory - - 124 
 
 Praifv- for Redemption - ' - . , oj 
 
 Praife for Salvation - - - . 80 
 
 Praife to the Redeemer - - 2? J « 
 
 Praife ye the Lord - , . - - ^4 
 
 High Praifes -' . . 224 
 
A Table of Titles. 289 
 
 O Lord, I will pralfe thee - fumn 20 
 
 Prayer anfwered by crolFes - - 214 
 
 Prayer for AfTarance - - - 262 
 
 V Exhortation to I^rayer - - 65 
 
 Gentiles praying foi: J?ws - - 6r 
 
 Prelude, The - - - .. - 128 
 
 Prelence of God w6rth dying for - - 93 
 
 Prefervation at Sea - - - - 249 
 
 Prifoner. The fighing of the P. * * 4^ 
 
 Privileges of the fons of God - - 112 
 
 Promifes. Confidence in tlie P. - - 24- 
 Precious P. - - - i-171 
 
 Profpedls. The Chriftian's P. - - 23^8 
 
 Providence 11^ 
 
 The blefflngs of P. - - - - 119 
 
 Every creature at God's command 215 
 
 Provide. The Lord will P. - - - 71 
 
 Redeeming Love - - - - 105 2*43 
 
 Rejoicing in the Lord - - - - 23 
 
 Remembering all the way, &c. - - 1 1 c 
 
 Repentance and pardon - - - 153 
 
 Refurre<5lion and Afcenflon - - 86 2*29 
 
 Refurre(5tion. The firft R. - - - 203 
 
 A Profpedl of the R. - - - 207 
 
 Riches. The unfearchable R. of Chrlll 176 
 
 Righteoufnefs in ttie Lord - - - - 199 
 
 Rock of Ages- - - - - no 
 
 Salvation - - ^ - - 197 
 
 Salvation approaching - - - 209 
 
 The method of S. - - - 14 
 
 Satan repulfed - - - - loaT 
 
 C c 
 
i§d A Table of Titles » 
 
 Seriptures. The excellency of the S. eimn I48» 
 Sermon. Before S. - - - 258 
 
 Before or after S 6 
 
 Shepherd. He fhali feed his Flock like a S. 241 
 
 The Jieavenly S. - - - 103 104 
 
 Shepherds. The S. - - - 254 
 
 Sinai and 2ion - - « - 155 
 
 Sinner. The awakened S. - - 13 
 
 The finner's fears - i - - 138 
 
 The fmner's amazement - - 131 
 
 The finner's hope - - - - 133 
 
 The poor fmner - - - 7 8 
 
 Soldier of the Crofs - - - - 16 
 
 Soul. The care of the S. - - - ^S 
 
 Sovereignty, Divine - - - 49 
 
 Spirit. Influences of the Spirit defired 84 
 
 Spiritual Song - - - - 130 
 
 Storm. In a S. - ■- - - 186 
 
 Looking upward in a S. * - 245 
 
 Suffer. Jefus hafting to S* - - 189 
 
 Sufferings of Chrift - - . 122 
 
 Supper. Invitation to the S. ^ - i6c? 
 
 The Lord's S. - . - 73 
 
 Te Deum - - - ' - 2 6 
 
 Temptation - -. - - 244 
 
 Fleeing to Chrlfl tinder T, - ° 27 
 Thankfgiving - - - 196 
 
 They fhall be mine, failh the Lord - 216 
 Thunder. The God of T. - 168 
 
 Time - - . .158 
 
 Time and Eternity - * * jeer 
 
A Tabic of Titles. ' 291 
 
 The lapfe of Tinje - eymn 2 1 3 
 
 Treafure. Laying up T. in Heaven - 1/5 
 
 Triumph. The Saint's T. - 255 
 
 Trump. The Trump of God - - 202 
 
 Truft in God in dimcukies - - 120 
 
 Unbelief lamented - • - jo6 
 
 Queftions to U. • - 21 
 
 Vile. Behold I am V. - - 10 
 
 Villon. The beatific V. - . - 78 
 
 Want. I fhall not W, - - - 32 
 
 Weary. Reft for the Weary * - 18 
 
 Wedding Kymn - - • - 82 
 
 Whitfunday - - - - 232 
 
 Wifdom - - - • - 193 
 Wifdom, Righteoufnefs, 5:c. 
 
 Chrift our Wifdom, &c. - - 50 
 Word. The word of God precious - 5 
 
 Worldling, The - - - - - 239 
 
 Worlhip. The Worfhip of Heaven - 233 
 
 Opening of W. - - - 2 3 4 
 
 Zion. Travelling to Z. - - - 64 
 Coming to Z. - - - - - 265 
 
ERRATA. 
 
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 2 1 Fbr Second, read Seventh Metre. 
 
 46 Verfe 4. For Holdy read Bear. 
 
 62 Verfe 3. Read, Jnd the Angels. 
 
 123 Verfe r. Tor Bounding^ Tea.d Benciing^ 
 
 1 79 Verfe 8. For Smoking, read Smoky, 
 
 21 1 Verfe 5. For Z)^^/, read Voji, 
 
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