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DIVINE HYMNS, 
 
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 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 
 
 I A Song of Praife. 
 'OW in a fong of grateful praife, 
 
 To my dear Lord my voice I'll raife ; 
 With all the faints I'll join to tell, 
 My Jefus has done all things well. 
 
 2 All worlds his glorious power confefs, 
 His wifdom, all his works exprefs ; 
 
 But C ! his love what tongue can tell? 
 My Jefus has dene all things well. ., .*] 
 
 3 How fov'reign, merciful and free, 
 Has been his love to'fmful me ; 
 
 He pluck'd me from the jaws of bell, 
 My Jefus has done all things well. 
 
 4 I fpurn'd his grace, I broke his laws, 
 And then he undertook my caufe ; 
 To fave me, tho' I did rebel, 
 
 My Jefus has done all things well. 
 
 5 And fince my foul has known his love, 
 What bleflings hath he made me prove ? 
 Mercy, which doth all praife excel j 
 
 My Jefus has done all things well. 
 
 6 Whene'er my Saviour or my God, 
 Hath on me laid his gentle rod ; 
 
 I know in all that has befel, 
 
 My Jefus has done all things well, 
 
 7 Tho' many a flaming fiery dart, 
 Attempt their level at my heart ; 
 With this I ail their rage repel, 
 
 My Jefus has done all things well. , 
 
 •8 Sometimes the Lord his face doth hide, 
 To make me pray, and kill my pride, 
 
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 Yet on my heart it ftill doth dwell, 
 My Jefus has done all things well. 
 
 9 Soon I fhall pafs this vale of death, 
 And in his arms (hall lofe my breath ; 
 Yet then my happy foul fhall tell, 
 My Jefus has done all things well, 
 
 10 And when.to thofe bright worlds I rife, 
 Andjoin the anthems in the Ikies ; 
 Above the reft this note fhallfwelj, 
 
 My Jefus has done all things well. 
 II. Cbriji the Appletree. 
 
 THE tree of life, my foul hath feen, 
 Laden with fruit, and always green 
 The trees of nature fruitlefs be, 
 Compar'd with Chrift the Appletree, 
 
 s This beauty doth all things excel, 
 Ey faith I know, but ne'er can tell 
 The glory which I now can fee, 
 In Jefus Chrift the Appletree. 
 
 3 For happinefs I long have fought, 
 And pleafure dearly have I bought ; 
 I mifsM of ail, but now I fee 
 
 'Tis found in Chrift the Appletree. 
 
 4 I'm weary'd with my former toil — 
 Here I will fit and reft awhile, 
 Under the fhadow I will be, 
 
 Of Jefus Chrift the Appletree, 
 
 5 With great delight I'll make my ftay, 
 There's none fhall fright my foul away ; 
 Among the fons of men I fee 
 
 There's none like Chrift the Appletree. 
 
 6 I'll lit and eat this fruit divine, 
 
 It cheers my heart like fpirit'al wine ; 
 And now this fruit is fveet to me, 
 That grows on Chrift the Appletree. 
 
 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 Chrift the Appletree. 
 
 
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 4 'Tis wrought by Jefus' fkilful hand, 
 And ftain'd in his own blood ; 
 
 It makes the angels gazing Hand, 
 To view this robe of God. 
 
 5 No art of man can weave this robe, 
 'Tis of fuch mixture fine ; 
 
 Nor could the worth of all the globe 
 By purchafe make it mine. 
 
 6 'Tis of one piece, and wove throughout, 
 So curioufly that none 
 
 Can drefs up in this feamlefs coat, 
 'Till Jefus put it on. 
 
 7 This vefiure never waxes old, 
 No fpot thereon can fall ; 
 
 It makes the foldier brifk and bold, 
 
 And dutiful withal. 
 S Lord, drefs me in this robe each day, 
 
 And it mail hide my fhame ; 
 Shall make me fight 'gainft fin and pray, 
 
 And blefs my Captain's name. 
 
 9 How brifk and bold Chrift's foldiers are, 
 
 When drefs'd up in this robe ; 
 They look like men equipt for war, 
 
 Or like the Tons of God; 
 
 io Their fhield is faith, their helmet hope ; 
 
 And thus they march Chrift's road ; 
 Chrift's fpirit is their glittering fword, 
 To play the man for God. 
 
 ii When drefs'd up in this uniform, 
 
 In order march along ; 
 Chrift Jefus is their leader now, 
 
 And confcience beats the drum. 
 12 The trumpet founds by Chrift's command, 
 
 A long and joyful found ; 
 The foldiers fhout and praife their King, 
 
 And th' walls come tumbling down. 
 
 II. Warning to firmer s 3 to flee from tbeivreth to come, 
 
 WHEN pity prompts me to look round 
 Upon this fellow clay ; 
 
io DIVINE HTMNS, or 
 
 See men rcjeft the gofpel found, 
 Good God ! what fhall I fay ? 
 
 2 My bowels yearn for dying men, 
 Doom'd to eternal woe ; 
 
 Fain would I fpeak, but 'tis in vain, 
 If God will not fpeak too. 
 
 3 O finners, finners, wont you hear, 
 , When in God's name I come ? 
 Upon your peril don't forbear, 
 
 Left hell mould be your doom. 
 
 4 Now is the time th' accepted hour, 
 O finners ! come away ; 
 
 The Saviour's knocking at your door, 
 Arife without delay. 
 
 5 O ! don't refufe to give him room, 
 Left mercy mould withdraw ; 
 
 He'll then in robes of vengeance come 
 To execute his law. 
 
 6 Then where poor mortals, will you be, 
 If deftitute of grace, 
 
 When you your injur'd Judge (hall fee, 
 And ftand before his face ? 
 
 7 O ! could you fhun that dreadful fight, 
 Ho iv would you wim to fly 
 
 To the dark fhades of endlefs night 
 
 From that ali-fearching eye. 
 * 
 S But death and hell muft all appear, 
 
 And you among them ftand ; 
 Before the great impartial bar, 
 
 Arraign'd at Chrift's right hand. 
 9 No yearning bowels' pity then, 
 
 Shall not affeft my heart ; 
 No, I fhall furely fay amen, 
 
 W T hen Chrift bids you depart. 
 
 io Let not thefe warnings be in vain ; 
 
 But lend a lift'ning ear ; 
 Left you fhould meet them all again, 
 
 When wrapt in keen defpain 
 
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 VIII. The Soldier cf the Crofs, 
 
 AM I a foldier of the Crofs, 
 A foll'wer of the Lamb ? 
 Why mould I fear to own his caufe, 
 Or biufh to fpeak his name ? 
 
 2 Are there no foes for me to face ? 
 Muft I not flem the flood ? 
 
 Is this vain world a friend to grace, 
 To help us unto God ? 
 
 3 Should I be carry'd to the Ikies, 
 On flow'ry beds of eafe ? 
 
 While others fight to win the prize. 
 And fail through bloody feas ? 
 
 4 Yes, I muft fight if I would reign, 
 Increafe my courage, Lord, 
 
 To bear the crofs, endure the fhame, 
 Supported by thy word. 
 
 5 The faints all in this glorious war, 
 Shall conquer tho' they die ; 
 
 They fee a triumph from afar, 
 And fee it with their eye. 
 
 6 When that illuftrious day fhall rife, 
 And all thy armies mine 
 
 With robes of vicYry thro* the fkies, 
 The glory fhall be thine. 
 
 IX. A true Cbrijiian's experience, 
 
 COME all ye faints and finners near, 
 Come lift'n a while and you fhall heaf 
 The wonders of Almighty grace, 
 Which fet me free to fing his praife. 
 
 2 One glorious Jefus, from the fky, 
 He faid to me as he pafs'd by, 
 Awake, arife, depart and fly, 
 
 Go hence, or you will furely die. 
 
 3 Mine eyes he open'd to behold 
 The wonders I have never told ; 
 Heaven and hell I thought I faw, 
 And my poor foul in ruin lay, 
 
 4 I heard of Jefus who they fay 
 Could wafh a Tinner's fins away ; 
 
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 But how to find him I did not know, 
 Nor how to meet with him below. 
 
 5 My fleili did war againft my foul, 
 Temptation did me much controul ; 
 The weeping faints I^could not flight, 
 Who fought their Jefus day and night : 
 
 6 The fcandal of his crofs I fee, 
 That fcandal it would fall on me ; 
 But ftill I thought I did behold 
 
 I wanted Jefus more than gold. 
 
 7 I laid me down to take my reft, 
 Bemoaning of my dreadful cafe ; 
 I thought I would for mercy wait 
 But then I fear'd Fd come too late. 
 
 8 I little thought he'd been fo nigh, 
 His fpeaking made me fmile and cry : 
 He faid I'm come to you my love, 
 
 1 have a place for you above. 
 
 9 This glorious news I did believe, 
 My fins and forrows did me leave; 
 My foul enraptur'd in his love, 
 
 In hopes to go with him above, 
 io There for to fet and fing and tell 
 The wonders of Immanuel, 
 Whilft we fhall join in fongs divine 
 To praife him all his faints combine. 
 X. An Evening Hymn. 
 
 THE day is pall and gone, 
 The evening lhades appear j 
 O may we all remember well 
 The night of death draws near. 
 
 2 We lay our garments by, 
 Upon our beds to reft ; 
 
 So death will foon difrobe us all 
 Of what we here pofTcfs, 
 
 3 Lord, keep us fafe this night, 
 Secure from all our fears ; 
 
 May Angels guard us while we fleep, 
 'Till morning light appears* 
 
 4 And if we early rife. 
 
SPIRITUAL SONGS. 
 And view th' unweary'd 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. 
 
 XL A Hymn for Young Converts: 
 
 METHINKS I hear my Saviour call, 
 His pleafant voice doth fay, 
 •' From tents of eafe and fin and thrall, 
 My fair one come away." 
 
 2 God's fpirit doth his faints adorn 
 Like clutters on the vine ; 
 
 O 'tis a bright and glorious morn, 
 To fee their graces mine. 
 
 3 Dear Saviour here I panting lie, 
 And long to fee thy face ; 
 
 Lord I pray do not deny 
 A vifit of thy grace. 
 
 4 Dear Saviour come, fweet Jefus come, 
 I long to hear thy voice ; 
 
 Jefus ride on, thy pow'r affume 
 And make thy faints rejoice. 
 
 5 How long (hall that bright hour delay ? 
 When will my Lord appear I 
 
 1 long to fee that happy day 
 
 When Jefus will draw near. 
 
 6 O how I long to take my flight, 
 My foul is on the wing ; 
 
 I long to fee my heart's delight, 
 And be with Chrift my King. 
 
 7 Moft gracious King I love thy name, 
 I long for to adore, 
 
 I long to found thy gracious fame 
 
 Upon the blifsful fhcre. 
 S The^ let my foul abforbed be, 
 
 .While God dofh-^me furround ; 
 
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 As a fmall drop in the vaft fea 
 Is loft and can't be found. 
 
 9 I long thy coming to behold, 
 
 Then mail thy faints adore ; 
 My ardent wifhes can't be told, 
 
 So I can fay no more. 
 
 XII. The Heavenly Jerufakm. 
 
 JERUSALEM, my happy home, 
 O how I long for thee ! 
 When will my forrow have an end ? 
 Thy joys when mall I fee ? 
 
 2 Thy walls are all of precious ftone, 
 Moft glor'ous to behold ; 
 
 Thy gates are richly fet with pearl, 
 Thy ftreets are pav'd with Gold. 
 
 3 Thy garden and thy pleafant green, 
 My ftudy long have been ; 
 
 Such fparkling light, by human fight 
 Has never yet been feen. 
 
 4 If heav'n be thus, glor'ous Lord, 
 Why mould I ftay from thence, 
 
 What folly 'tis that I mould dread 
 To die and go from hence I 
 
 5 Reach down, reach down thine arm of gracej 
 And caufe me to afcend 
 
 Where congregation ne'er breaks up, 
 And fabbaths never end. 
 
 6 Jefus my love to glory's .gone, 
 Him will I go and fee, 
 
 And all my brethren here below 
 Will foon come after me. 
 
 7 My friends I bid you all adieu, 
 I leave you in God's care ; 
 
 Aad if I never more fee you, 
 
 Go on, I'll meet you there. 
 
 There we fhall meet and no more part, 
 
 And heav'n mail ring with praife, 
 While Jefus' love in every heart 
 
 Shall tune the fong free grace. 
 
SPIRITUAL SONGS. 
 
 9 Millions of years around may run. 
 
 Our fong mail ftill go on ; 
 To praife the father and the fon, 
 
 And fpirit three in one. 
 jo When we've been there ten thoufand years 
 
 Bright mining as the fan, 
 We've no lefs days to fing God's praife 
 
 Than when we firit began. 
 
 XIII. The Heavenly Lover, 
 
 HE dies, theheav'nly lover dies, 
 The tidings ftrike a doleful found ; 
 On my poor heart -firings deep he lies, 
 In the cold caverns of the ground. 
 
 2 Come faints and drop a tear or two, 
 On the dear bofom of your God ; 
 
 He fried a thoufand drops for you, 
 A thoufand drops of richer blood. 
 
 3 Here's love and grief beyond degree, 
 The Lord of glory dies for man ; 
 
 But lo ! what fudden joys I fee, 
 Jefus the dead revives again. 
 
 4 The rifing God forfakes his tomb, 
 Up to his father's court he flies, 
 
 Cherubic legions guard him home, 
 And fhout him welcome to the fkies. 
 
 5 Then children's children, praife your God, 
 Tho' now in forrow much bow'd down ; 
 
 You foon fhall walk the golden ftreets 
 Where you will wear a ftarry crown. 
 
 6 We'll praife King jefus thro* the fkies, 
 Sing glory, glory round the throne, 
 
 We'll mount aloft on eagles wings, 
 We'll take our flight and flee away. 
 
 7 I'm glad I ever faw the day, 
 
 We met to preach and fing and pray ; 
 There's glory, glory in my foul, 
 
 This makes me praife my Lord fo bold. 
 2 I hope to praife him when I die 
 
 And fhout falvaticn as I fly ; 
 
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16 D IVINE HTMN S, or 
 
 Sing glory, glory thro' the air, 
 Meet all my father's children there. 
 
 9 There on Mount Zion I mall ftand, 
 Crown on my head, and harp in hand ; . 
 
 There fpend a long eternity 
 
 In praifing on the heavenly key, 
 XIV. Chriji's Invitation. 
 
 COME, brethren and fitters that love my 
 dear Lord, 
 I pray give attention and ear to my word ; 
 What a wonder of mercy ! behold now I fee, 
 What a tender kind Saviour has done for poor 
 me. 
 
 2 I was led by the devil 'till loft and diftrefs'd, 
 I tho't that in torments I foon mould be caft ; 
 No peace to the wicked but all mifery, 
 
 'Till by faith I faw Jefus hang bleeding for me. 
 
 3 Oh finner faid Jefus, for you I have dy'd, 
 All glory to Jefus, my foul then reply'd : 
 The guilt was remov'd, my foul did rejoice, 
 The blood was applied, the witnefs and voice. 
 
 4 On my low bending knees before God I did 
 fall, 
 
 All glory to Jefus, for he's all and all ; 
 The heart of his rebel was burfted in twain, 
 To fee my dear Jefus on Calvary fiain. 
 
 5 There was peace now in heaven, and peace 
 upon earth, 
 
 The angels rejoice at a poor finner's birth ; 
 Your fins are forgiven my Saviour did fay, 
 Oh witnefs kind heaven, on this my birth day. 
 
 6 My foul it was humbled, I fell to the 
 ground, 
 The time of refrefhing at length I have found, 
 Oh Lord, thou haft ravifh'd my foul with thy 
 
 charms, 
 Let me die like Simeon, with Chrift in my arms. 
 XV. Chripan utider Darknefs, 
 
 HOW tedious and taftelefs the hours, 
 When Jefus no longer I fee ; 
 
SP IRITJJAL SONGS. if 
 
 Sweet profpe&s, fweet birds and fvveet flow'rs 
 Have loft all their fweetnefs to me. 
 
 2 The mid-fummer fun mines but dim, 
 The fields ftrivein vain to look gay ; 
 
 But when I am happy in him, 
 December is pleafant as May. 
 
 3 His name yields the richeft perfume, 
 And fweeter than mufic his voice ; 
 
 His prefence difperfes my gloom, 
 And makes all within me rejoice. 
 
 4 I mould view him always thus nigh, 
 Have nothing to wilh or to fear ; 
 
 No mortal fo happy as I, 
 
 My fummer would laft all the year, 
 
 5 Content with beholding his face, 
 My all to his pleafure refign ; 
 
 No changes of feafon or place 
 
 Would make any change in my mind, 
 
 6 While blefs'd with a fenfe of his love, 
 A palace of joy would appear, 
 
 And prifons would palaces prove 
 If Jefus would dwell with me there. 
 
 7 Lord if I indeed now am thine 
 And thou art my fun and my fong, 
 
 Say why do I languifh and pine, 
 And why is my winter fo long ? 
 
 8 O drive thofe dark clouds from the fky, 
 Thy foul cheering prefence reftore, 
 
 Gr take nae unto thee on high 
 Where winter and clouds are no more. 
 
 XVI. The peace of a young Chrijlian* s life & death, 
 
 BLEST door of blifs to weary faints, 
 Thou art, grim death, become ; 
 Secur'd as in a cabinet, 
 
 Their dull: is in the tomb. 
 z By death they enter to thofe joys 
 Prepar'd for them above ; 
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ift DIVINE HTMNS, or 
 
 There they are everfwallow'd up 
 In endlefs life and love. 
 
 3 O ! there they fee as they are feen, 
 With clear, unclouded views ; 
 
 O ! there they hear of nothing elfe, 
 But joyful, glorious news. 
 
 4 Anthems of joy and praife are there, 
 With hallelujahs Tung : 
 
 Who would be fond of this vain world, 
 This drofs, this dirJr, this dung ? 
 
 5 The faints forever do behold, 
 Their deareft Jefus' face ; 
 
 There always they admiring are 
 Eternal boundlefs grace. 
 
 6 They're in the houfe not made with hands, 
 In heav'n eternally 
 
 They dwell, and with the rays of Chrift 
 They mine moft glorioufly. 
 
 7 They're freed from labour, forrow, fin, 
 From cumbrance, peril, pain ; 
 
 Then we (hall find whate'er we did 
 For Chrift, was not in vain. 
 
 8 Now heav'n's work is here begun, 
 The work of finging praife — , 
 
 The work and will of God in Chrift, 
 Which there will laft always. 
 
 XVII. The Weary Traveller. 
 
 COME all ye weary travelers, 
 Now let us join and fing 
 The etferlafting praifes 
 
 Of Jefus our great King. 
 We've had a tedious journey, 
 
 And tirefome 'tis true ; 
 But fee how many dangers 
 
 The Lord has brought us thfoUj 
 
 2 At firft when Jefus found us, 
 
 He cali'd us unto him, 
 And pointed out the danger 
 
 Of falling into fin. 
 
SF ,tJtvJi so.vos. 
 
 3 With forrow we confels. 
 Wetave had long to wander. 
 
 Inadarkwildernefs; a . nted 
 Where we might long "<• 
 
 In, hat enchanted ground, 
 Butnowandthenacluftr 
 Of pleafant grapes we found. 
 
 The nleafant fruits of Canaan 
 ^^andjoy.andpeace- 
 
 Revive our ^/-f^' fncreafe- 
 
 And love and itrengui 
 To confefs our Lord and Matter, 
 
 And run at his command, 
 
 And baften on our journey 
 
 Unto the promis'd land. 
 
 -With faith, and hope, and patience 
 
 5 We're made for to rejoice, 
 And Jefus and his people 
 Forever are our choice, 
 In peace and confolation 
 We now are going on 
 The nleafing road to Canaan, 
 T Where Jefus Chrift is gone. 
 6 Sinners, why ftand ye idle, 
 
 While we do marc.n along , 
 
 HaYconfcience never told you 
 
 That you are going wrong, 
 
 To bear an endlefs cune - 
 Forfake your ways of finning, 
 And come and go with us. 
 ' 7 ButifyouwiUrefufeit, 
 7 We bid you all farewel ; 
 
 And you the road to hell, 
 
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2° DIVI NE HYMNS 
 
 We'd rather you would "' 
 
 TnVf ya , b,eedin S Sa vUr' 
 And fee the waters flow 
 
 SNow.o.heKingm,™^, 
 
 Be everlaftmg praife 
 for .n his hol/fervice 
 
 io praife redeeming J ve 
 
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 No groans to mi^ »hh tli r P 3Ce '' 
 
 - No midnigh r fW. u „ r „ ? g ? pofe : 
 
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SPIRITUAL SONGS. 21 
 
 O ! receive us then at laft ; 
 Labor then will all be o'er, 
 Night of fin will be no more. 
 
 XX. A Hymn for Baptifm. 
 
 COME ye redeemed of the Lord, 
 Come and obey his facred word ; 
 He dy'd and rofe again for you ; 
 "What more could a Redeemer do. 
 
 2 We to this place are come to ihow> 
 What we to boundlefs mercy owe, 
 The Saviour's footfteps to explore, 
 And tread the path he trod before. 
 
 3 Eternal fpirit, heav'nly Dove, 
 On thefe baptifmal waters move ; 
 That we thro' energy divine, 
 
 May have the fubffcance with the fign. 
 
 XXI. On the fwiftnefs of Time. 
 
 MY days, my weeks, my months, my years 
 Fly rapid like the whirling fpheres, 
 Around the fteady pole ; 
 Time like a tide its motion keeps, 
 'Till I mall launch thofe boundlefs deeps, 
 Where endlefs ages roll. 
 
 2 The grave is near the cradle feen, 
 How fwift the moments pafs between, 
 
 And whifper as they fly, 
 Unthinking man remember this, 
 Thou 'midft thy fublunary blifs, 
 
 Mud groan and gafp and die. 
 
 3 My foul attend the folemn call, 
 Thine earthly tent muft quickly fall a 
 
 And thou mult take thy flight 
 Beyond the vaft extenfive blue, 
 To love and fmg as angles do, 
 
 Or fink in endlefs night. 
 
 4 Eternal blifs, eternal woe 
 Hangs on this inch of time below, 
 
 On this precarious breath : 
 The God of nature only knows, 
 
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 Whether another year (hall clofe 
 Ere I expire in death. 
 
 5 Long ere the fun mall run its round 
 I may be buried under ground, 
 
 And there in filence rot : 
 Alas ! one hour may clofe the fcenc, 
 And ere twelve months may roll between 
 
 My name be quite forgot. 
 
 6 But fhall my foul be then extincl;, 
 Ann' ceafe to live or ceafe to think ? 
 
 It cannot — cannot be ; 
 Thou, my immortal cannot die, 
 What wilt thou do, or whither fly 
 
 When death mail fet thee free ? 
 
 7 Will mercy then its arm extend ? 
 Will Jefus be thy guardian friend, 
 
 And heaven thy dwelling-place ? 
 Or mail infulting fiends appear, 
 To drag thee down to dark defpair, 
 
 Beyond the reach of grace ? 
 
 8 A heaven or hell, and thefe alone, , 
 Beyond this mortal life are known — 
 
 There is no middle ftate ; 
 To-day attend the call divine, 
 To-morrow may be none of thine, 
 
 Or it may be too late. 
 
 9 O ! do not pafs this life in dreams, 
 Vaft is the change whate'er it feems 
 
 To poor unthinking men ; 
 Lord, at thy footftool I would bow, 
 Bid confcience tell me plainly now 
 
 What it will tell me then. 
 
 io If in deduction's road I (tray, 
 Help me to chufe that better way 
 
 Which leads to joys on high ; 
 Thy grace impart, my guilt forgive* 
 Nor let me ever dare to live 
 Such as I dare not die. 
 
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 XXII. A pro/pea ofChrifis Church. 
 
 BEHOLD a lovely vine, 
 Here in this defart ground ; 
 The Jjloflbms moot and promife fruit, 
 And tender grapes are found. 
 
 2 Its circling branches rife, 
 
 And made the neighb'ring land ; 
 With lovely charms fhe fpreads her arms, 
 With clufters in her hands. 
 
 3 This city can't be hid, 
 It's built upon an hill : 
 
 The dazzling light, it mines fo bright 
 It doth the vallies fill. 
 
 4 Ye trees which lofty frand, 
 And ftars with fparkling light— 
 
 Ye chriftians hear, both far and near, 
 'Tis joy to fee the fight. 
 
 5 Ye infedte, feeble race, 
 And fifh that glide the ftream— 
 
 Ye birds that fly fecure on high, 
 Repeat the joyful theme. 
 
 6 Ye beafts that feed at home, 
 Or roam the vallies round, 
 
 With lofty voice- proclaim the joys, 
 And join the pleafant found. 
 
 7 Shall feeble nature fing, 
 And man not join the lays ? 
 
 O may their throats be fwell'd with notes, 
 And fill'd with fongs of praife. 
 
 8 Glory to God on high, 
 For his redeeming grace ; 
 
 The blefled Dove came from above, 
 To fave our ruin'd race. 
 
 X XIII . The Chrijlian's invitation fef determination* 
 
 COME now poor finners, mare apart, 
 And give theblefTed Chrift your heart,; 
 Come, we will take you by the h?.nd 9 
 Come, go with us to Canaan's land. 
 z Leave all your carnal loves and toys. 
 
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 And feek with us thofe folid joys ; 
 For foon in glory we fiiall rife, 
 And there enjoy the lafting prize. 
 
 3 But if with us ye will not go, 
 And feek this Jefus for to know ; 
 Then we muft bid you all adieu, 
 For by his grace we'll him purfue. 
 
 XXIV. The Prejfure of Sin, 
 
 OTHAT my load of fin were gone— 
 O that I could at laft fubmit, 
 At Jefus' feet to lay me down, 
 To lay my foul at Jefus' feet. 
 
 2 When mall mine eyes behold the Lamb, 
 The God of my falvation fee ? 
 
 Weary, O Lord, thou know'ft I am, 
 Yet ftill I cannot come to thee. 
 
 3 Reft for my foul I long to find ; 
 Saviour, if mine indeed thou art, 
 
 Give me thy meek and lowly mind, 
 And (lamp thine image on my heart. 
 
 4 I would (but thou muft give the pow'r) 
 My heart were from its fins releas'd : 
 
 let me fee that happy hour, 
 
 'Twill fill my foul with heav'nly peace. 
 
 5 Come, Lord, the drooping (inner cheer, 
 Let not my Jefus long delay, 
 
 Appear in my poor heart, appear, 
 My God, my Saviour, come I pray. 
 
 XXV. tfhe returning Penitent's Petition, 
 
 WEARY of Struggling with my pain, 
 Hopelefs to burft my nature's chain, 
 Hardly I give the conteft o'er, 
 
 1 feek to free myfelf no more. 
 
 2 From my own works at laft I ceafe— 
 God that creates muft feal my peace : 
 Fruitlefs my toil and vain my care, . 
 And all my fitnefs is defpair. 
 
 3 Lord, I defpair myfelf to heal, 
 I fee my (in but cannot feel ; 
 
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 I cannot, till thy fpirit blow, 
 And bid th' obed'ent waters flow. 
 
 4 'Tis thine, a heart of fiefti to give, 
 Thy gifts I only can receive ; 
 
 Here then to thee I all refign ; 
 To draw, redeem and feal is thine. 
 
 5 With fimple truth to thee I call, 
 My light, my life, my Lord, my all ; 
 I wait the moving of the pool — 
 
 1 wait the word that fpeaks me whole. 
 
 6 Speak, gracious Lord, my ficknefs cure, 
 Make my infe&ed nature pure ; 
 
 Peace, right'oufnefs and joy impart, 
 And pour thyfelf into my heart. 
 
 XXVL Hymn for Baptifm. 
 
 LET heav'n and earth rejoice, 
 And facred anthems raife, 
 To Father Son and Holy Ghcft, 
 For free and fov'reign grace. 
 
 2 Behold the fpotlefs Lamb, 
 Defcending from above, 
 
 To bring the earthly Grangers home, 
 Upon the wings of love. 
 
 3 O may our fouls rejoice, 
 His precepts to obey, 
 
 Who to fulfil all righteoufnefs, 
 Mark'd out the humble way. 
 
 4 Thus Jefus did defcend, 
 Into the liquid ftream ; 
 
 Which teaches finners not to fcorn, 
 What him fo well became. 
 
 5 O may we then march on, 
 Nor fear what men. fhall fay ; 
 
 Deny ourfelves and take our crofs, 
 Since Jefus leads the way. 
 
 6 We dare no longer ftand 
 As neuters to thy caufe \ 
 
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 But by the help of grace we'll yield 
 
 Obedience to thy laws. 
 
 7 Into the watry tomb, 
 We cheerfully defcend, 
 
 In token of our faith and love, 
 To our celeft'al friend. 
 
 8 Lord mee: us here, this day, 
 Who come to do thy will: 
 
 Grant us thy prefence, rieareft Lord, 
 Thy promis'd grace fulfil. 
 
 9 Defcend O heavenly Dove, 
 And wing cur fouls away, 
 
 Up to that bright and happy fliore, 
 
 Of everlafting day. 
 io This day I'll make my choice, 
 
 To ferve the Lord moft high ; 
 Deny myfelf, take up the crofs, 
 
 And do it cheerfully. 
 
 XXVII. Prayer. 
 
 PRAY'R'was appointed to convey 
 The bleilings God defign'd to give ; 
 Long as they live mould chriftians pray, 
 For only while they pray, they live. 
 
 2 The Chriftfan's pray'r God indites, 
 He fpeaks as prompted from within, 
 
 The fpirit his petition writes, 
 
 And Chrift receives and gives it in. 
 
 3 And wilt thou in dead filencelie, 
 
 When Chrift: Hands waiting for thy pray'r ? 
 My foul thou haft a friend on high, 
 Arife and try thy intereft there. 
 
 4 If pains afflict, if wrongs opprefs, 
 If cares diftracl, if fears difmay, 
 
 If guilt dejecls, if fins difcrefs, 
 Thy remedy's before thee — pray. 
 
 5 It's prayer fuppcrts the foul that's weak, 
 Tho' tho't be broken, language Inme, 
 
 Pray, if thou canit, or canft not fpeak, 
 Cut pray with faith in Jefus' name. 
 
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 6 Depend on him, thou can'fi: not fail, 
 Make all thy wants and willies known ; 
 
 Fear not, his merits mutt prevail, 
 Afk what thou wilt it (hall be done. 
 
 XXVIII. Invitation to Sinners. 
 
 SINNERS obey the gofpel word, 
 Hafte to the iupper of your Lord : 
 Be wife to know your gracious day, 
 All things are ready, come away. 
 
 2 Ready tlie father is to own, 
 And kifs his late returning fon : 
 Ready the loving Saviour Hands 
 
 And fpreads for you his bleeding hands, 
 
 3 Ready the Spirit of his love, 
 Is now the Irony heart to move ; 
 T' apply and witnefs Jefus' blood, 
 And warn and feal you fons of God. 
 
 4 Ready for you the angels wait 
 To triumph in your bleft eftare ; 
 Tuning their harps by which they praife 
 The wonders of redeeming grace. 
 
 5 Come then, ye Tinners, to the Lord, 
 To happinefs in Chrift reflor'd ; 
 
 Kls proffer'd benefits embrace, 
 The plenitude cf gofpel grace. 
 
 6 O quit this world's delufive charms* 
 And quickly fly to Jefus' arms ; 
 Wreftle until your God is known, 
 'Till you can call the Lord your own, 
 
 XXIX. Chrift all-SufficUnt. 
 
 LORD, whither mall I flee, 
 That I may be fecure, 
 The law proclaims ceftruclion near, 
 And thunders round me roar. 
 
 2 My guilty confcience fpeaks, 
 
 And tells me of my crime ; 
 How foolifh I have fpent my days, 
 
 And wafted all my time. 
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 3 And fatan he prefents 
 That 'tis too late to pray ; 
 
 The time and means of grace are fpent, 
 And I have loft my day. 
 
 4 Now horrors feize my mind, 
 With darknefs and defpair, 
 
 I mufi be driv'n from earth to hell, 
 To where the damned are. 
 
 5 Thefe thoughts diftrefs my mind, 
 And I am fill'd with fear, 
 
 While I am held in hard fufpenfe, 
 Prefumption or defpair. 
 
 6 If I continue here 
 
 I furely (hall be loft, 
 If I go back to fin again 
 
 Damnation will be juft. % 
 
 7 I'll rifk my 'ternal all — 
 I'll proftrateon the ground, 
 
 Dear Jefus, for one fov 'reign word, 
 To heal my mortal wound. 
 
 8 Unto thy feet I fall, 
 
 And fov'reign mercy crave ; 
 Dear Jefus, thou, and thou alone, 
 Art able for to fave. 
 
 9 And whilft the Lord delays, 
 My heart begins to break ; 
 
 Yet fuddenly fome joys I feel, 
 1 hear a Saviour fpeak. 
 
 io " Cheer up, for I have dy'd, 
 " My precious blood is fpilt ; 
 
 " Behold my flowing crimfon ft ream, 
 " To warn away your guilt." 
 
 1 1 My fears and grief and guilt 
 
 Did inftantly depart, 
 Strange and furprifingly I felt, 
 
 Wrapt in my Saviour's heart. 
 
 2 Strangely my ftate waschang'd, 
 And 1 began to fing, 
 
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 All glory to the God of love, 
 Who doth fuch fweetnefs bring ; 
 
 13 I'll praife thee while I live — 
 
 I'll praife thee when I die — 
 I'll praife thee when I rife again, 
 
 And to eternity. 
 
 XXX. The Chrifiian's Enquiry. 
 
 J'-^TTMS a point I long to know, 
 
 J[ Oft it caufes anxious thought, 
 Do I love the Lord or no, 
 Am I his, cr am I not ? 
 
 2 If I love, why am I thus ? 
 
 Why this dull and lifelefs frame ? 
 Hardly fure can they be worfe, 
 Who have never heard his name, 
 
 3 Could my heart fo hard remain, 
 Pray'r a talk and burden prove, 
 
 Ev'ry trifle give me pain, 
 If I knew a Saviour's love ? 
 
 4 When I turn mine eyes within, 
 All is darknefs, vain and wild 5 
 
 Fill'd with unbelief and fin, 
 Can I deem myfelf a child ? 
 
 5 If I pray, or hear, or read, 
 Sin is mix'd with all I do ; 
 
 You that love the Lord indeecf, 
 Tell me— is it thus with you ? 
 
 6 Yet I mourn my ftubborn will, 
 Find my fin, a grief and thrall : 
 
 Should I grieve for what I feel, 
 If I did not love at all ? 
 
 7 Should I joy his faints to meet, 
 Choofe the way I once ahhor'd,-— 
 
 Find at times the promife fweet, 
 If I did not love the Lord ? 
 
 8 Lord decide this doubtful cafe, 
 Thou who art thy people's lun, 
 
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 Shine upon thy work of grace, 
 If indeed it be begun. 
 
 9 Let me love thee more and more— 
 
 If I love at all I'll pray : 
 If I have not lov'd before, 
 
 Help me to begin this day. 
 
 XXXI. Hymn to clofe Public Worfhip. 
 
 DISMISS us with thy bleffing Lord, 
 Kelp us to feed upon thy word ; 
 All that has been amifs forgive, 
 And let thy truth within us live. 
 
 2 Tho' we are evil, thou art good ; 
 Wafh all our works in Jems' blood ; 
 Give ev'ry fetter'd foul releafe, 
 And bid us all depart in peace. 
 
 3 O ! let a lafting union join 
 
 My foul to Chrift the living vine ; 
 And faints below and faints above, 
 Join'd by his fpirit and his love. 
 
 XXXII, the Judgment Hymn. 
 
 THE great tremendous day's approaching, 
 That awful fcene is drawing nigh ; 
 Was long foretold by ancient prophets, 
 Decree'd from all eternity. 
 
 2 But O my foul, reflect and wonder ! 
 That awful fcene is drawing near, 
 
 When you mall fee that great tranfaclien, 
 When Chrifi in judgment ihall appear. 
 
 3 See nature Hand all in amazement, 
 To hear the 1 ail: loud trumpet foand, 
 
 Arife ye dead and come to judgment ! 
 Ye nations of this world around. 
 
 4 Loud thunder rumbling through the concave, 
 Biiglit forked lightnings part the Ikies ; 
 
 The heavVs a making, the earth a quaking, 
 The gloomy fight attracts mine eves. 
 
 5 The orbit lamps all veil'd in faccloth, 
 No more their mining circuits run ; 
 
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 The wheel of time flops in a moment : 
 Eternal things are now begun. 
 
 6 Huge mofly rocks and tow'ring mountains, 
 Over their tumbling bafis roar : 
 
 The raging ocean all in commotion 
 Is hov'ring round her frighted fhore. 
 
 7 Green turfy grave- yards and tombs of marble 
 Give up their dead both fmall and great ; 
 
 See the whole world both faints and fmners, 
 Are coming to the judgment feat. 
 
 8 See Jefus on the throne of juftice 
 Come thund'ring down the parted Jkies, 
 
 With countlefs armies of fhining angels 
 With Hallelujahs, fhout for joy. 
 
 9 Bright fhining dreams from his awful pre- 
 
 fence, 
 His face ten thoufand funs outfhine ; 
 Behold him coming in povv'r and glory, 
 To meet him all his faints combine. 
 
 10 Go forth ye heralds with fpeed like light- 
 
 Call in my faints from diftant lands, 
 Thofe that my blood from hell have ranfom'd, 
 Whofe names in life's fair book do ftand. 
 
 1 1 O come ye blefTed of my father, 
 The purchafecf my dying love ; 
 
 Receive the crowns of life and glory 
 Which are laid up for you above. 
 
 12 For your dear fouls which have continued 
 With me, and my temptations bore, 
 
 I have provided for you a kingdom, 
 To reign with me forevermore. 
 
 13 There's flowing fountains of living water, 
 Noficknefsv-pain, nor death to fear ; 
 
 No forrows, %hing, no tears nor weeping 
 Shall ever have admittance here. 
 
 14 But how will Tinners (land and tremble, 
 When juftice calls them to the bar ; 
 
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 18 Lome finners, here's a &5H.V i 
 
 Return to Jefus while ^u'^'."'^"'"^ 
 For he ,s ready to forgive you, ' ' 
 0re M»>™muftd?partVay. 
 
 GREAT hL^ XHI W Gai fi^mi. 
 
 Tothegro^d^^^P'^ 
 
 And car, we remain U „wo „deV 
 .V-nweJcnow' !W a sa!lfor ed ; s? 
 
 3 On the crofs thy body broken 
 
 Cancels ev'ry p enaI ,' r ° Keu 
 remp t edf 01 ,^p r0 d uce ^ t0t 
 
 All demands to (uh[y 
 
 4A:iisfini ( h' u , < Jono t doubt;t 
 
 " A , ' " ,nore about it 
 
 O-lytahehimathisvvoVd. 
 J Lord we fain would truft the- fota, 
 
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 6 Thou haft borne the bitter fentence 
 
 Paft on man's devoted race ; — 
 True belief and true repentance, 
 
 Are thy gifts, thou God of grace. 
 
 XXXIV. The true Penitent. 
 
 HARK ! hear the found on earth is found, 
 My foul delights to hear 
 Of dying love, that's from above, 
 Of pardon bought fo dear. 
 
 2 God's minifters like flames of fire 
 Are paffing thro' the land ; 
 
 The voice is " hear, repent and fear, 
 " King Jefus is at hand." 
 
 3 God's char'ots they no longer flay, 
 They're mounted on the truth ; 
 
 The faints in pray'r, cry, "Lord draw near 5 
 Have mercy on the youth." 
 
 4 Young converts ling and praife their King, 
 And blefs God's holy name : 
 
 Whilft older faints, true penitents, 
 Rejoice to join the theme. 
 
 5 God grant a fhow'r of his great pow'r, 
 On every aching heart, 
 
 Who fincerely to God do cry, 
 That they may have a part. 
 
 6 Come lovely youth embrace the truth, 
 Agree with one accord, 
 
 And ufe your tongues while you are young, 
 In praifing of the Lord. 
 
 XXXV. A Hymn for young Converts. 
 
 WHEN converts firft begin to fing, 
 Their happy fouls are on the wing ; 
 Their theme is all redeeming love, 
 Fain would they be with Chrift above. 
 
 2 With admiration they behold, 
 The love of Chrift that can't be told, 
 They view themfelves upon the more, 
 And think the battle all is o'er. 
 
 3 They feel themfelves quite free from pain, 
 
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 And think their enemies are flain, 
 They make no doubt but all is well, 
 And fatan is caft down to hell. 
 
 4 They wonder why old faints don't fing, 
 And make the heav'nly arches ring— 
 Ring with melodious joyful found, 
 Becaufe a prodigal is found. 
 
 5 But 'tis not long before they feel 
 Their feeble fouls begin to reel, 
 
 They think their former hopes are vain, 
 For they are bound in fatan's chain. 
 
 6 The morning that did mine fo bright, 
 Is turned to the fbades of night ; 
 Their hearts that did with mufic fing 
 Are now untun'din ev'ry firing. 
 
 7 Oh 1 foolifh child, why didft thou boafi: 
 Jn the enlargement of the cocfl: r 
 
 Why didft thou think to fly aw2y 
 Before thou leav'ft this feeble clay ? 
 
 8 Come take up arms and face the field, 
 Come gird on harnefs, (word and fhield, 
 Stand fail in faith, fight for your King, 
 And foon the vicYry you fliall win. 
 
 9 When fatan comes to tempt your minds, 
 Then meet him with thefe bleffed lines— 
 For Chrift our Lord has fwept the field, 
 And we're determin'd not to yield. 
 
 XXXVI, Cbriji's invitation to bis Spcufe. 
 
 ARISE my dear love, my undefiPd dove, 
 1 hear my dear Jefus to fay, 
 The winter is part, the fpring's come at laft, 
 iove, my dove, come away. 
 
 2 The earth that is green, is fair to be feen, 
 The little birds chirping do fay — 
 
 That they, do rejoice in each other's voice, 
 My love, my dove, come away. 
 
 3 All fowling in love, the young turtle dove, 
 The flowers appearing in May, 
 
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 All fpeak forth the praife of th' Ancient of Days, 
 My love, my dove, come away. 
 
 4 Come away from th' world's cares, thofe trou- 
 
 blefome fnares, 
 That follow you night and by day — 
 That you may be free from the troubles that be» 
 My love, my dove, come away. 
 
 5 Come 'way from all fears that troubles you 
 
 here, 
 Come into my arms he doth fay, [fear, 
 
 That you may be clear from the troubles you 
 My lovej- my dove, come away. 
 
 6 Come 'way from all pride, from that raging 
 
 tide 
 That makes you fall out by the way — 
 Come learn to be meek and your Jefus feek, 
 My love, my dove, come away. 
 
 7 As t' you that are old, and whofe hearts are 
 
 grown cold, 
 Your Jefus inviting doth fay — 
 That he's heard your cries in the north countries, 
 My love, my dove, come away. 
 
 8 As to you that are young, your hearts they are 
 
 ftrong, 
 Your Jefus invites you away ; 
 From Antichrift's charms to your Jefus' kind 
 
 arms, 
 My love, my dove, come away. 
 
 9 And as to the youth who have known the 
 
 truth, 
 Whofe hearts they have led you aftray— 
 Come hear to his voice and your hearts mall 
 rejoice, 
 My love, my dove, come away. 
 
 10 My dear children all come hear to my call, 
 Behold I ftand knocking and fay — 
 
 My head's wet with dew my children for you. 
 My love, my dove, come aw 
 
 11 My fellings are kill'd, my 
 
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 My maidens attending doth fay — 
 There's wine on the lees, as much as you pleafe, 
 
 My love, my dove, come away. 
 
 12 Come travel the road that leads you to God, 
 
 For it is a bright fhining way — 
 Come run up and down, my errands upon, 
 
 My love, my dove, come away. 
 XXXVII, The Union. 
 
 FROM whence doth this union arife. 
 That hatred is conquer'd by love ? 
 It fattens our fouls in fuch ties, 
 
 That nature and time can't remove. 
 
 2 It cannot in Eden be found, 
 Nor yet in a paradife loft ; 
 
 It grows on Immanuel's ground, 
 And Jems' dear blood it did coft. 
 
 3 My friends are fo near unto me, 
 Our hearts all united in love ; 
 
 Where Jefus is gone we fhall be 
 In yonder bleft manfions above. 
 
 4 O ! why then fo loth for to part, 
 Since we fhall ere long meet again, 
 
 Engrav'd on Immanuel's heart, 
 At diftance we cannot remain. 
 
 5 And when we fhall fee that bright day, 
 And join with the angels above, 
 
 Leaving thefe vile bodies of clay, 
 United with Jefus in love. 
 
 6 With Jefus we ever fhall reign, 
 And all his bright glory fhall fee, 
 
 Singing Hallelujah, Amen, 
 Amen, even fo let it be. 
 
 XXXVIII. Chrifs Refurreaion. , 
 
 CHRIST our Lord is rifen to-day, 
 Our triumphant holy way— 
 Who fo lately on the cvofs, 
 Suffer'd to redeem cur lofs. " ' 
 
 2 In our pafchal joys and feaft, 
 Let the Lord of life be blcft, 
 
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 Let the Holy Three be prais'd, 
 And to heav'n our fongs be rais'd. 
 
 3 cChrift our Lord is ris'n to-day, 
 Chrift our light, our life, our way, 
 The object of our love and faith, 
 Who by dying conquer'd death. 
 
 .4 The holy Martyrs early came 
 To weep o'er their Saviour's tomb ; 
 Two bright angels did appear, 
 Who faid, Jefus is not here. 
 
 5 Where is he ? O tell us where, 
 His bleff'd refidence declare, 
 Jefus feek among the dead, 
 
 Far from thefe dark regions fled. 
 
 6 Firft the facred place behold 
 That did your dear Lord unfold— 
 Blefs your eyes and raife your voice, 
 In fongs of praife we'll rejoice. 
 
 7 Hafte ye females from the fight, 
 Make to Gallilee your flight, 
 
 And to his difciples fay, 
 Jefus Chrift is ris'n to day. 
 
 8 Heralds of our joys to you, 
 Grateful thanks and love is due, 
 With fongs to God, and praifes high, 
 We'll together magnify. 
 
 9 The crofs is paft, the crown is won, 
 The ranfom paid, and death's fling's gone ; 
 Let us feaft, and fing, and fay, 
 
 Jefus Chrift is ris'n to-day. 
 
 XXXIX. Chrifs Sufferings. ' 
 
 THRO'OUT our Saviour's life we trace 
 Nothing but fhame and deep difgrace, 
 No per'od elfe was feen, 
 'Till he a fpotlefs vidim fell,. 
 Tailing in foul a painful helJ, 
 Caus'd by the creature fin. 
 2 On the cold ground methinks I fee 
 
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 My Jefus kneel and pray for 'me ; 
 
 For this I'll him adore ; 
 Se'z'd with a chilly fweat throughout, 
 Blood drops did force their paffage out 
 
 Thro' ev'ry opening pore. 
 
 3 A f'rown of thorns his temples bore, 
 His back with lafhes all was tore, 
 
 Till one the bones might fee ! 
 Mocking they pufh'd him here and there, 
 Marking his way with blood and tears, 
 
 Prefs'd by fin's heavy tree. 
 
 4 Thus up the hill he heavy came, 
 
 Round him they mock'd and made their game, 
 
 At length his crofs they rear ; 
 And can you fee the mighty God 
 Cry out beneath fin's heavy load, 
 
 Without one thankful tear ? 
 
 5 Thus veiled in humanity, 
 
 He dies with anguifh on the tree ; 
 
 What tongue his grief can tell ? 
 The fhudd'ring rocks their heads decline, 
 The mourning fun refus'd to fhine 
 
 When the Redeemer fell. 
 
 6 Shout, brethren, fhout with fongs divine, 
 He drank the gall to give us wine, 
 
 To quench our parching thirft ; 
 Seraphs adyanceyour voices high'r, 
 Bride of the Lamb unite the choir, 
 
 To praife your precious Chrift. 
 XL. On Bapiifm, 
 
 IN the Lord's word left on record, 
 Expreflly it is faid, 
 They did repair where folemn pray'r 
 Was wont for to be made. 
 
 2 In pleafure fweet here we do meet, 
 
 Down by the water fide, 
 And here we ftand by ChrifVs command. 
 
 To wait upon his bride. 
 
 Now we will fing to Chrift our King, 
 
 Our fouls fhall give him than ks, 
 
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 Who came to Jordan unto John, 
 And went down Jordan's banks. 
 
 4 With one accord we'll blefs the Lord, 
 Who in his word doth fay, 
 
 That he that dy'd, he was baptis'd, 
 And marked out the way. 
 
 5 Now we do tell our friends farewell 
 To practice his commands ; 
 
 It is the road that leads to God, 
 The way to Canaan's land, . 
 
 6 Our King did (land and give command. 
 Who fent his fervants forth, 
 
 To call to all of Adam's fall, 
 They went from fouth to north. 
 
 7 Ye (inners all come hear the call, 
 His loving truth embrace, 
 
 That you may ftand on Canaan's land 
 
 And fee him face to face'. 
 & That all may join, in hearts combine^ 
 
 And lift his name on high ; 
 That all may ling to Chrift our King, 
 
 A long eternity. 
 
 XLI« A Son's Faretvd. 
 
 I HEAR the gofpel's joyful found, 
 An organ I fhall be, 
 For to found forth redeeming love, 
 And fmner's mifery. 
 
 2 Honor'd parents fare you well, 
 My Jefus doth me call, 
 
 I leave you here with God until 
 I meet you once for all. 
 
 3 My due affections I'll forfake, 
 My parents and their houfe, 
 
 And to the wildernefs betake, 
 To pay the Lord my vows. 
 
 4 Then I'll forfake my chiefeft mates 
 That nature could afford, 
 
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 And wear the fhield into the field, 
 To wait upon the Lord. 
 
 5 Then through the wildernefs I'll run, 
 Preaching the gofpel free ; 
 
 O be not anxious for your fon, 
 The Lord will comfort me. 
 
 6 And if through preaching I mall gain 
 True fubjecls to my Lord, 
 
 'Twill more than recompence my pain, 
 To fee them love the Lord. 
 
 7 My foul doth wifli mount Zion well, 
 What'er becomes of me ; 
 
 There my beft friends and kindred dwell, 
 And there I long to be. 
 
 XLII. Hymn for the Lord's Supper. 
 
 JESUS once for finners flain, 
 Erom the dead was rais'd again, 
 And in heav'n is now fat down, 
 With his Father on the throne : 
 
 2 There he reigns a King fupreme, 
 We fhall alfo reign with him ; 
 Feeble fouls, be not difmay'd, 
 Truft in his almighty aid. 
 
 3 He has made an end of fin, 
 
 And his blood has wafh'd us clean ; 
 
 Fear not, he is ever near, 
 
 Now, e'en now he's with us here. 
 
 4 Thus affembling, we by faith, 
 'Till. he come, (how forth his death : 
 Of his body bread's the fign, 
 And we drink his blood in wine. 
 
 5 Bread thus broken aptly mews, 
 How his body God did bruife ; 
 When the grape's rich blood we fee, 
 Lord, we then remember thee. 
 
 6 Saints on earth, and faints above, 
 Celebrate his dying love ; 
 And let ev'ry ranfom'd foul, 
 Sound his praife from pole to pole. 
 
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 XLIII. Come and ivelco?ne to Jefus Cbriji. 
 
 COME ye finners poor and wretched, 
 Weak and wounded, Tick and fore, 
 Jefus ready ftands to fave you, 
 
 Full of pity, join'd with pow'r. 
 He is able, he is able, he is able, 
 He is willing, doubt no more. 
 
 2 Ho \ ye needy, come and welcome, 
 God's free bounty glorify, 
 
 True belief and true repentance, 
 
 Ev'ry grace that brings us nigh ; 
 Without money, without money, without money, 
 Come to Jefus Chrift and buy. 
 
 3 Let not confcience make you linger, 
 Nor of fitnefs fondly dream 5 
 
 All the fitnefs he requires, 
 
 Is to feel your need of him ; [gives you. 
 
 This he gives you, this he gives you/ this he 
 'Tis the fpirit's rifing beam. 
 
 4 Come ye weary heavy laden* 
 Bruis'd and mangled by the fall ; 
 
 If yOu tarry 'till you're better, 
 
 You will never come at all ; [righteous, 
 
 Not the righteous, not the righteous, not the 
 Sinners, Jefus came to call. 
 
 5 View him grov'ling in the garden, 
 Lo, your Maker proftrate lies 1 
 
 On the bloody tree behold him, 
 Hear him cry before he dies, 
 It is finifh'd, it is fininVd, it is finiih'd 
 Sinners, will not this fufHce ? 
 
 6 Lo, th' incarnate God afcended, 
 Pleads the merits of his blood ; 
 
 Venture on him, venture wholly, 
 
 Let no other truft intrude ; 
 None but Jefus, none but Jefus, none, but Jefus 
 Can do helplefs finners good. 
 j Saints and angels join'd in concert, 
 
 Sing the praifes of the Lamb, 
 
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 While the blifsful feats of heav'n 
 
 Sweetly echo with his name, 
 Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, 
 Sinners here may Ting the fame. 
 
 XLIV. The condefcending Love and Mercy of God 
 in fallen mans redemption, 
 
 GOD's pow'r and wifdom is difplay'd 
 In ev'ry thing his hands have made ; 
 But more his mercy and his grace, 
 In faving fallen Adam's race. 
 
 2 The matchlefs grace and love of God, 
 Appears in (hedding of his blood, 
 
 For poor apoftate Adam's feed, 
 Was condefcending love indeed. 
 
 3 How could th' Lord, the great Creator 
 Confent t* be a feeble creature, 
 
 And leave his glorious realms of blifs, 
 To fojourn in this wildernefs ? 
 
 '4 That God who heav'n and earth did frame, 
 Who counts the ftars and calls, their name, 
 He for our fokes did ftoop fo far, 
 As to become a carpenter. 
 
 5 He veil'd his Godhead with our flefh, 
 And underwent a human birth ; 
 
 Full thirty years both night and day, 
 He bore our heavy load of day. 
 
 6 O 1 was not this a heav'n's wonder, 
 He fuffer'd wearinefs and hunger ? 
 
 In all the works his hands had made, 
 Could find no where to lay his head. 
 
 7 But this was nothing what he felt, 
 He hore our load of fin and guilt ; 
 By imputation he was then 
 
 The greateft firmer of all men. 
 
 8 Methinks I heard his Father fay 
 
 " The utmoft farthing you (kail pay ; 
 * f My injur'd juflice mult have right, 
 i: I can't abate one fingle mite. 
 
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 9 " Since you efpoufe the Tinner's caufe, 
 " You mult fulfil my righteous laws ; 
 
 *' Altho' you are my darling Son, 
 " I will have right and juftice done." 
 
 10 Hark ! how the Saviour then reply'd ; 
 " Since juftice muft be fatisfy'd ; 
 
 " I am your molt obedient Son ; 
 " My father let thy will be done ! 
 
 1 1 " I give myfelf into thy hands, 
 <( Let juftice have its full demands ; 
 " If all my blood will pay the debt, 
 
 " Man fha'n't be loft for want of that. 
 
 12 " If that my life will but atone - . 
 tf For the offence that man has done, 
 ••' I freely will refign my breath 
 
 c * To fave their precious fouls from death." 
 
 13 Amidft his forrows for a fpace, 
 His Father hid his fmiling face, 
 Which did extort fuch bitter cries 
 As fill'd all nature with furprife. 
 
 14 Thofe piercing words Eli, Eli, 
 Like wife Lama Sabachthini ! 
 Which our expiring Lord did fpeak, 
 They made the univerfe to make. 
 
 15 Well might the fun its glory veil, 
 And ev'ry thing in nature fail 
 
 And blufti, had they but eyes to fee 
 Their Maker hanging on a tree. 
 
 16 What adamantine hearts of ftone 
 Could hear our Saviour's dying groan, 
 And not lament in any ihape, 
 Except fome harden'd reprobate ? 
 
 17 How could the fpotlefs Lamb of God 
 Confent to (pill his precious blood 
 
 To fave a ftubborn guilty wretch ? 
 >Twas love indeed without a match I 
 
 18 O ! what is fin ? that fpawn of hell, 
 lis dreadful nature who can tell ? 
 
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 No man on earth, nor Gabriel's tongue, 
 Can e'er exprefs what fin has done. 
 
 19 God's grace and love to fallen man, 
 Our human reach can never fcan ! 
 An angel's tongue can fay no more, 
 It is a fea without a more. 
 zo Arife ye ftupid fouls and view 
 What your dear Lord has done for you ; 
 And fpend the remnant of your days 
 In ftriving to advance his praife. 
 
 21 The Father, Son, and Spirit too, 
 All praife and honor is their due, 
 From fpotlefs angels round the throne, 
 And human creatures ev'ry one. 
 
 XLV. The truly enlightened foul in the 'valley of 
 
 humiliation, humbly refigmd at the foot of a So<v§reig?i 
 
 God. 
 *~Y~ *HE man that views his guilt and fin 
 
 X With clear enlight'ned eyes, 
 He fees how vile a wretch he's been, 
 
 And down in duft he lies. 
 
 2 With humble, low fubmiflion 'tis 
 His foul is brought to fay, 
 
 That God the fov'reign potter is, 
 And he but worthlefs clay. 
 
 3 His views are juft and adequate, 
 He fees it would be right 
 
 If God mould fix his future ftate 
 In black, eternal night. 
 
 4 He gives it in both free and frank, 
 His all he then refigns, 
 
 He's willing now to fign a blank, 
 And God mould write the lines. 
 
 5 But yet he can't defpair of grace, 
 He wrefties with his God, 
 
 And begs his precious foul might tafte 
 The merits of his blood. 
 
 6 He pleads the merits of the Lamb, 
 
 u.l might live ; 
 
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 He can't be willing to be damn'd, 
 Such language he doth give ; 
 
 7 " The fouls condemn'd to endlefs flames 
 " Blafpheme the God above, 
 
 " While heav'nly faints on higheft ftrains, 
 (S Do praife redeeming love. 
 
 8 «« Should I be doom'd to endlefs woe* 
 " To burn forevermore, 
 
 •■ 'Twould never pay the debt I owe, 
 " Nor cancel all the fcore. 
 
 9 " Ten million years in fire and fmoke! 
 *< Amidft the livid flame, 
 
 te Will ga : n no credit on thy book, 
 (t The debt is ftili the fame. 
 
 10 <f But if by Chrift my ioul is freed* 
 " He will my furety ftand, 
 
 '* And ev'ry mite will then be paid, 
 tc Which juftice can demand. 
 
 11 " if fuch a brand of fire as I 
 
 <f Should now be pluck 'd from hell, 
 (( How would the winged feraphs fly, 
 t( Such bleffed news to tell. 
 
 12 *' To Father, Son, and Holy Ghoft, 
 *' What glory would redound ? 
 
 " How would the fpotlefs heav'nly hoft, 
 " Their golden trumpets found ? 
 
 13 " Muft I defpair of future blifs, 
 " And fo withdraw my fuit ? 
 
 <{ No, God forbid, fmce mercy is 
 " Thy darling attribute. 
 
 14 " My ardent cries fhall ftill afcend 
 *f While I have pow'r to fpeak, 
 
 <e And if I perifh in the end, 
 " I'll die beneath thy feet." 
 
 15 The man that's brought to fuch a cafe, 
 God won't his fuit deny ; 
 
 But he will give him faving grace, 
 And lift his foul on high. 
 
 1 6 The One in Three, and Three in One, 
 
4 6 D1FI NE HYMNS, or. 
 
 All glory is their due, 
 From beings far above the fun, 
 And human creatures too* 
 
 XL VT. Views cf Heavenly Glory. 
 
 NO pen can write that fweet delight, 
 Nor human tongue exprefs ; 
 There's none believes, nor can conceive 
 That joy and happinefs. 
 
 2 That great degree now fhewn to me, 
 Of future joy and peace ; 
 
 When they're reveal'd and not conceal'd^ 
 My life doth almoft ceafe. 
 
 3 Eternal fongs of praife belong 
 To Chrifi: my Saviour dear ; 
 
 And I muft fing to Chrift my King, 
 And honor him with fear. 
 
 4 When I fit down to view that crown 
 Laid up for me above, 
 
 To meditate and contemplate » 
 On God's eternal love — 
 
 5 My foul doth leap to think how deep 
 My Saviour's love hath been ; 
 
 I'm carri'd out in thoughts devout, 
 On things that are unfeen. 
 
 6 This real view appears fo true, 
 That Jefus is the man 
 
 That did agree with God for me, 
 Before the world began. 
 
 7 Lord when fhall we like angels be, 
 And travel through the air ; 
 
 And all thy hoft travel this coaft, 
 And rrieet together there ? 
 
 XL VII. A profpeti of Heaven. 
 
 WHEN God on high ihall magnify 
 His everlafting love ; 
 And fend for me to let me fee 
 
 My heritage above— 
 2 Then I fhall rife above the ikies, 
 In praifing God with fongs ; 
 
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 The Seraphs they'll fhew us the way, 
 Where all the angels throng. 
 
 3 Then I £hall mine in light divine, 
 More than the morning fair, 
 
 The Father, Son r and Spirit one, 
 And I'm a chofen heir. 
 
 4 There fee and feel what they'll reveal, 
 With pleafure and delight ; 
 
 Then furely they'll their joys unveil, 
 And treafures infinite. 
 
 XLVIII. Continued. 
 
 LORD, when (hall we mount up to th ee 
 Upon the wings of grace, 
 And fee thy bright and lilly white, 
 And ruddy, rofy face — 
 
 z And be fo near that we can hear 
 
 Thy ravifhing fweet voice, 
 And talk with thee forever free, 
 
 And in thy love rejoice. 
 
 3 And dwell above in flames of love, 
 Where heart and all mall melt — 
 
 Where love like ftreams and light like beams, 
 Through ages mail be felt. 
 
 4 Where thou art ken and I (hall lean 
 Forever on thy breaft, 
 
 And dwell above in flames of love, 
 And be thy heav'nly gueft. 
 
 5 Where heart and mind {hall all be join'd 
 With thoufands round the throne, 
 
 And mall unite in fweet delight, 
 That now is quite unknown. 
 
 6 In that bright place where we thy face 
 Shall fee in glory mine, 
 
 And drink new wine frefh from the vine, 
 And be forever thine. 
 
 7 Amen, amen, the angels cry. 
 Salvation is his due ; 
 
 And we thro' all eternity, 
 His praifes mail renew. 
 
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 XLIX. Continued. 
 
 WHEN we fhall fly above the fky, 
 On wings like Noah's dove ; 
 And go from hence to thofe immenfe 
 Tranfporting joys above. 
 
 2 Then the bridegroom will give us room, 
 And feats in heaven's courts ; 
 
 To feaft on love with him above, 
 In ravifhing tranfports. 
 
 3 There's glorious hofts and fpotlefs ghofb, 
 Which guard my Saviour's throne ; 
 
 And thoufands more who kneel before, 
 Whole numbers can't be known. 
 
 4 Each feraphim that is within, 
 Has fix bright glitt'ring wings ; 
 
 Flying on twain while four remain 
 For veils and coverings. 
 
 5 There's feasof glafs whofe beauties pafs 
 The glories of the fun ; 
 
 And ftreets of gold there to behold, 
 As bright as any one. 
 
 6 There we fhall fee that fruitful tree, 
 Which bears twelve times a year, 
 
 Whofe lovely fruit fo fweetly fuits 
 All heav'n's guefts for cheer. 
 
 7 Glory to God the Father be, 
 Glory to God the Son, 
 
 Glory to God the Holy Ghoft, 
 Glory to God alone. 
 
 L. Continued. 
 
 MY heart is there, I've no elfewhere, 
 I feel thofe drops diftill ; 
 
 1 long to fly to Chrift on high, 
 
 And there to drink my fill. 
 
 2 And there abide, where rivers glide, 
 And hear the angels fmg ;. 
 
 And join myfelf in their behalf, \ 
 
 Thus to adore my King, 
 
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 3 When I at length get grace and ftrength 
 To ftrika thofe heav'nly notes, 
 
 I'll praife him too as angels do, 
 With their fweet warbling throats, 
 
 4 Amen, amen the angels cry, 
 Salvation is his due, 
 
 And we thro' all eternity, 
 His praifes will renew. 
 
 LI. God's Love to bis Saints. 
 
 MY God above with fmiles of love, 
 And blifsful words will fay, 
 •' Thofe faints of mine did once incline 
 ■ ' From my commands to ftray : 
 
 2 " But Chrift my Son, my only one, 
 •' Was wounded for their fins ; 
 
 " So for his fake I'll pity take, 
 M And make them welcome in. 
 
 3 * e I'll make them heirs and give them mares, 
 "And they (hall live with me ; 
 
 <! I'll give them crowns inftead of frowns, 
 " And joys eternally." 
 
 4 I have a robe above this globe, 
 Which Jefus gav-e fa me ; 
 
 'Tis clean and white, it's pure and bright, 
 And thus his gift was free. 
 
 5 It cod him dear, but he was freer 
 Than I was to receive ; 
 
 And he's got more laid upln ftore, 
 For all that will believe. 
 
 6 Jf any thofe mould want to know 
 Where Jefus gave me this, 
 
 And afk if he elected me, 
 Then I could tell them yes. 
 
 7 If Chrift made known unto his own, 
 What they'll recede at death, 
 
 There's not a faint but what would faint, 
 And breathe their dying breath. 
 K 
 
5 o DIVINE HYMNS, or. 
 
 LII. Longings for Heaven and Glory, 
 
 JESUS I third and go I muft, 
 I long to be above ; 
 
 1 long to fing to Chrift my king,«j 
 
 Where oceans flow with love. 
 
 2 Ye happy fouls that always roll 
 In love and joy and peace, 
 
 Which always run through God's dear Son, 
 Whofelove will never ceafe. 
 
 3 You're bleft I fay, and you fhall ftay 
 With Jefus Chrift above ; 
 
 And always fwim along with him, 
 In oceans Full of love. 
 
 4 Glory to God the Father be, 
 Glory to God the Son, 
 
 Giory to God the Holy Ghoft, 
 Glory to God alone. 
 
 LIIL Invitations to bold out to the end. 
 /TY children dear, you now appear 
 ^j[ Like blcfToms on the trees ; 
 But you may blaft and die afc4aft, 
 And wither by degrees, , 
 
 2 You fet out well, but lef me'.tell 
 You not to run too faft, 
 
 Left you fnould mifs of endlefs blifs, 
 And happlnefs at laft. 
 
 3 You know that then five out often, 
 Of virgins did prove fools ; 
 
 Why may not you be found io too, 
 If you take up their rules ? 
 
 kpow full well, no tongue can tell 
 number Chrift will free ; 
 re's but few to what that crew, 
 jamned fouls will be. 
 
 5 Come let us cry in agony, 
 
 And call on God aloud ; 
 Left we get there in black defpair, 
 
 Among the damned croud — 
 
SPIRITUAL SONGS. Sl 
 
 6 Where devils are in black defpair, 
 A burning in the fire — 
 
 Where they muft lie eternally, 
 And never rife no high'r. 
 
 7 How can you try fo willingly, 
 To caufe God's love to ceafe ; 
 
 And (light his grace in fuch a cafe, 
 Of your eternal peace. 
 
 8 How can you bear to take your fhare 
 In God's eternal wrath ; 
 
 And there to roar forever more, 
 Through your indulgent floth. 
 
 9 Ifyouinfift ftill to refill, 
 His curfe mail on you fall, 
 
 Anathema, Maranatha, 
 The Lord declares to all. 
 
 LI V. The Saint's happine/s. 
 
 SURE God will fay my children flay, 
 Here's all that you defire ; 
 Come drink your fill juffc when you will, 
 What more can you defire, 
 
 2 O bleffed day when God mall fay, 
 " You are my chofen one ; 
 
 " It was for you a chofen few, 
 " Coft my beloved fon." 
 
 3 They have defir'd and have enquired, 
 How God's love came fo vaft ; 
 
 But they may pry eternally, 
 And lofe their aim at laft. 
 
 4 Lord, when fhall we like angels be, 
 And travel thro' the air ; 
 
 And all thy hoft travel this coaft, 
 
 And meet together there ? 
 LV. The Soul in the exercife of Faith. 
 
 YOU faints of light that mine fo bright,. 
 Above the lofty fkies, 
 Come fing aloud fince you're endow'd • 
 . With holy exercife. 
 2 My foul doth long to fing a fong, 
 Unto my Lord above 5 
 E2 
 
S 2 D IFINE HTMN S, or 
 
 And there uojre in fweet delight, 
 With all the faints in love : 
 
 3 And fpend away eternal day, 
 In lofty fongs of praife ; 
 
 And thus engage throughout the age 
 Of everlafting days. 
 
 4 When I get grace and ftrength of face 
 To ftrike thofe heav'nly notes, 
 
 I'll praife him too as angels do, 
 With their fweet warbling threats. 
 
 LVT. Cbri^s coming to ^Judgment. 
 
 WHEN Chrift fliall rend from end to end 
 The regions of the air ; 
 And fplit the fkies in twain likewife, 
 Then he'll himfelt appear. 
 
 2 Then he'll appear a drawing near 
 In armies broad and long ; 
 
 In rank and file ten thoufand miles 
 Methioks I fee them throng. 
 
 3 Then he will tell the arch angel 
 To blow the trumpet loud, 
 
 That all may hear, both far and near, 
 And then you'll fee them round. 
 
 4 Then he will call both great and fmall,. 
 The beggar and the drudge ; 
 
 The high, the low, the poor alfo, 
 To come before the Judge. 
 
 5 The fheep mail itand at his right hand, 
 But goats on his left fide ; 
 
 Then he will call both great and ftnall 
 To have their cafes try'd. 
 
 6 Then he will fay " depart away, 
 " Ye goats go down to hell, 
 
 ". And wander there in black defpair, 
 " And bid all hopes farewel." 
 
 7 But to the reft, " come up ye bleft," 
 My fweet Redeemer '11 fay, 
 
 <l And dwell on high with God and I, 
 And fing my praife for aye," 
 
SPIRITUAL SONGS. S3 
 
 LVII. The Lo-ve of Chrift to his Saints. 
 
 NOW who are they who dare to fay, 
 I've been too kind to thefe ; 
 A right I have to damn or fave, 
 If men will not believe. 
 
 2 Thofe robes they wear that mine fo fair, 
 And dazzle like the fun, 
 
 I've kept above wrapt up in love ; 
 And angels ne'er had one. 
 
 3 Dear faints, but I was forc'd to die, 
 . Or you muft naked gone ; 
 
 They're made for you, I know they'll do, 
 For I have try'd them on. 
 
 4 Lord, when fha!l we like angels be, 
 And travel thro' the air ; 
 
 And all thy holt travel this coaft, 
 And meet together there. 
 
 LVIII. At the meeting of Friends. 
 
 WELL met, dear friends, in Jefus' name, 
 Come, let us now rejoice, 
 While we our Saviour's praife proclaim, 
 With cheerful hearts and voice. 
 
 2 But O ! dear Jefus, Lamb of God, 
 Send down the heav'nly dove, 
 
 Kis graces to difFufe abroad, 
 To warm our hearts with love. . 
 
 3 In vain, dear Saviour, here we meet, 
 Except thy face we fee ; 
 
 Thy prefence makes a heav'n mod fweet, 
 Whene'er we meet with thee. 
 
 4 A dungeon (hews a heav'nly dawn, 
 When there with thee we dwell ; 
 
 Bur when thy prefence is withdrawn, 
 A palace proves a hell, 
 
 5 Then O ! dear Jefus, condefcend 
 To meet us with a frnile ;. 
 
 Thy fpii it's quick'ning infl'ence fend, 
 And purge our hearts from guile — 
 
54 DIVINE HYMNS, or. 
 
 6 That at the clofe each one may: fay, 
 
 " We meet not here in vain ; 
 " For we have tafted heav'n to-day, 
 
 *■ Nor could we more contain," 
 
 LIX. At parting of Friends* 
 
 LORD when together here we meet, 
 And tafte thy heav'nly grace \ 
 Thy fmiles are Co divinely fweet, 
 We're loath to leave the place. 
 
 2 But Father fince it is thy will, 
 That we muft part again ; 
 
 Yet let thy fpecial prefence ftill, 
 With ev'ry one remain. 
 
 3 And let us all in Chrift be one, 
 Bound with the cords of love ; 
 
 Till we before thy glorious throne, 
 Shall joyful meet above. 
 
 4 There void of all diftracling pains, 
 Our fpirits ne'er fhall tire ; 
 
 But in feraphic, endlefs drains, 
 Redeeming love admire. 
 
 5 All fin and forrow from each heart, 
 Shall then forever fly ; 
 
 Nor fhall a thought that we muft part, 
 Once interrupt our joy. 
 
 6 And thus to all eternity, 
 Upon the heav'nly more, 
 
 The great myfterious One in Three, 
 Jehovah we'll adore. 
 
 LX. Another, 
 
 NOW, Lord, tho' w^ muft part awhile, 
 Upon the facred road ; 
 Yet let thy face upon us fmile, 
 And keep us clofe to God. 
 
 2 And if again on earth we meet, 
 
 Lord let us meet with thee ; 
 And let thy gracious prefence fweet 
 
 From bondaee fet us free. 
 
SP IR ITUAL SONGS. 5S 
 
 3 This, only this we humbly crave 
 While earth is our abode ; 
 
 That we with Chrift and faints may hive 
 Communion on the road, 
 
 4 For fince our fellowftiip below* 
 Affords fuch joy and love, 
 
 We long its full extent to know, 
 
 When we mail meet above. 
 i 
 
 5 And Lord, let this excite us on, 
 To keep the narrow way ; 
 
 Till we mail meet around thy throne, 
 . To fpend an endlefs day. 
 
 6 Celeftial Dove, our fouis infpire, 
 Maintain this flame of love ; 
 
 Till we (hall meet that glor'ous choir, 
 Of worfliippers above. 
 
 LXI. Advice to Touth t from Ecc!. xii. 
 
 NOW is the time, O lovely youth, 
 To think on your Creator God ; 
 Attend the words of facred truth, 
 While in the days of youthful blood. 
 
 2 This is the only way to find, 
 
 The paths of peace and endlefs joy— 
 The way to ftore your youthful mind 
 With pleafure that will never cloy. 
 
 3 But if you foolifhly delay, 
 
 And hearken to the tempter's breath, 
 To walk in the deftru&ive way, 
 
 Till age comes on, or fudden death,— 
 
 4 O think what dreadful rifk you run — 
 You hazard your immortal foul, 
 
 To be eternally undone, 
 
 And plung'd where endlefs forrows rolL 
 
 5 Behold the wretch advanc'd in years, 
 And with his years grown old in fin ; 
 
 No more repentance now appears, 
 Than when his life did firft begin* 
 
 6 Lo, ftill upon the horrid brink 
 Of everlafting wrath he goes ; 
 
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 Anon with horror down to fink, 
 
 Into the gulf of endlefs woes. 
 
 7 Young Tinners then a warning take, 
 
 Now iin your precious days of youth ; 
 All flatt'ring vanities forfake, 
 
 And take th' advice of facred truth. 
 
 LXII. A Hymn on the precioufnefs of Cbrijf* 
 
 THE name of Chrift how fweet it founds, 
 How fweet the mention of his wounds, 
 How good, how excellently good 
 Is the dear name of Jefus' blood. 
 
 2 What makes it fo to me, is this, 
 All that's in Chrift my portion is ; 
 I'm his and fhall forever be, 
 
 And all he has is made to me. 
 
 3 O ! what a great eftate have I, 
 A heav'n to all eternity ; 
 
 I'm rich, the Lamb hath made mefo, 
 Nor can I greater riches know. 
 
 4 O Law I dread thy threats no more ; 
 My Saviour yonder paid my fcore ; 
 His blood, I know has blotted all, 
 The hand againft me on the wall. 
 
 5 The promifes I glad look o'er 
 And thankfully the Lamb adore ; 
 For when he dy'd he left his will, 
 And thefe his legacies reveal'd. 
 
 6 What did my Saviour at his death, 
 To me, unworthy me bequeath ; 
 
 His life, his death, is wounds and blood, 
 He left me when he went to God. 
 
 7 His new eternal tefiament 
 
 I read, and much fweet time is fpent, 
 In fearching ev'ry verfe and line ; 
 How much my Jefus' will is mine. 
 
 8 My dear Tefratcr will I blefs, 
 While wearing his pure righi'oufnefs 
 He dy'd and left me this, I'll tell, 
 
 Or T YiCiA noVf*/-! rrr\r\n. t r\ Y\p\\ 
 
SPIRITUAL SONGS. $> 
 
 9 His facred name I'll ftill adore, 
 And praife my Jefus more and more ; 
 
 My heart, my tongue his praife fhall prove, 
 In earth below and heav'n above. 
 
 10 O! the vaft debt of love I owe, 
 My foul in time can ne'er beftow : 
 Eternity, it has no bound, 
 
 So let my praife to, thee be found. 
 
 LXiII. On Grace* 
 
 HEAVENLY thoughts create my fong, 
 And let my foul on- fire, 
 And glides my plesfing thoughts along, 
 To join the heav'niy choir. 
 
 2 While traveling thro' this defart land, 
 My weary foul fhall reft ; 
 
 Guided by Jefus' gentle hand, 
 To lean upon his breaft. 
 
 3 Here I will eafe my burden'd mind, 
 And tell hi in all my grief ; 
 
 From jefus' blood my foul fhall find 
 The itreams of fweet relief. 
 
 4 I'll lay me down within his arms, 
 And view his lovely face ; 
 
 As one o'ercome by fov'reign charms, 
 And loft in his embrace, 
 
 5 Here I behold with joy divine, 
 The fprings of rifing blifs, 
 
 And joy, to fee that Chrift is mine, 
 And view that I am his. 
 
 6 The views of my dear bleeding King, 
 Strike an immortal flame ; 
 
 Raptur'd with joy, niy foul fhall fmg 
 The praife of Jefus' name— 
 
 7 Shall fing like the redeemed throng, 
 Of my incarnate God ; 
 
 His love fhall be my ceafelefs fong, 
 Who wahVd me in his blood. 
 
 8 High on the throne my Saviour reigns, 
 Angels adore my King ; 
 
5 8 DIVINE HTMNS, or 
 
 In lofty, fweet feraphic ftrains, 
 My Saviour's praife they fing. 
 
 9 There I'll adore my dying God, 
 And bow before his face ; 
 
 I'll fing of Jefus' wounds and blood, 
 And praife victorious grace. 
 
 10 Amidft th' eternal facred true— 
 Among the ftarry plains, 
 
 My foul (hall fing as angels do, 
 In fweet celeftial ftrains. 
 
 1 1 The heav'nly flame (hall ftill afpire, 
 Before my Saviour's throne ; 
 
 His love (hall feed the facred fire, 
 
 To praife the Holy One. 
 LXIV. A Soul's view : or, partaking of the Lord's 
 /upper. 
 
 THE table fpread, my foul there 'fpies 
 The victim bleeds, the Saviour dies, 
 In anguifh on the tree ! 
 
 1 hear his dying groans 1 I prove 
 His bleeding heart, his dying love I 
 
 He dy'd, my foul, for thee. 
 
 2 The table's fpread—the royal food 
 Is Jefus' facred ftefh and blood, 
 
 A feaft of love divine : 
 His bleeding heart 1 his dying groans I 
 His facred blood for fin atones— ■ 
 
 Atones, my foul, for thine. 
 
 3 The feaft is fpread with bleeding hands, 
 Bedew'd with blood, and lo, it Hands 
 
 To fill the hungry mind ; 
 'Tis free, and whofoever will, 
 May feaft his foul and drink his fill, 
 
 And grace and glory- find. 
 
 4 Whilft at the table fits the King, 
 Raptur'd with joy, my foul fhall fing, 
 
 With an immortal flame ; 
 My Saviour's grace I'll ftill adore, 
 With joy I'll love him more and more, 
 
 And blefs his facred name. 
 
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 5 O facred flefh ! O folemn feaft ! 
 When Chrift my Lord, the royal gueft, 
 
 Is at his table found ; 
 This adds new glories to my joy — 
 It bids me fin-g and well I may, 
 
 It makes my blifs abound. 
 
 6 'Tis thus my foul by faith is fed, 
 On angel's food, with living bread, 
 
 And manna from above — 
 On facred fiefh, on dying blood ! 
 I feaft 'till I am full of God, 
 
 And drink the wine of love, 
 
 7 It is an early antipaft, 
 
 Of heav'nly blifs it is a tafte, 
 
 A tafte on earthly ground ; 
 If here fo fweet — if here we prove 
 Seraphic joy — celeftial love, 
 
 In heav'n what will be found ? 
 
 LXV. Redemption found in Jefus, under the ide& 
 of an anchor caji in a form -Heb. iv. 19. 
 
 NOW J have found the ground wherein, 
 My foul's fure anchor may remain ; 
 The wounds of Jefus for my fin, 
 
 Before the world's foundation flain, 
 Whole mercy fhall unfhaken ftay. 
 When heav'n and earth are fled away. 
 
 2 Father, thine everlafting grace, 
 Gur fcanty thoughts fbrpafles far ; 
 
 Thy heart itill melts with tendernefs— 
 
 Thy arms of love flill open are, 
 Returning finners to receive, 
 That mercy they may tafte and live. 
 
 3 By faith I plunge me in this fea. 
 Here is my hope, my joy and reft ; 
 
 'Tis here, when hell affaults I flee, 
 
 And look into my Saviour's breaft ; 
 Away fad doubts and anxious fear, 
 Mercy is all that's written there. 
 
 4 Tho' waves and ftorms go o'er my head— 
 Tho' health and ftrength and friends be gone, 
 
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 Tho' joys be wither'd all and dead — 
 Tho' ev'jy comfort be withdrawn, 
 On thee my /ieadfaft foul relies ; 
 Father, thy mercy never dies 
 
 5 Fix'd on this ground, I will remain, 
 Tho' my heart fail and flefh decay, 
 
 This anchor mail my foul fuftain, 
 
 When earth's foundation melts away ; 
 Mercy's full pow'r I then mall prove, 
 Lov'd with an everlafting love. 
 
 6 What in thy love pofTefs I not ? 
 My ftar by night, my fun by day, 
 
 My fprings ofli.Ne when parch'd with drought. 
 My wine to cheer, my bread to ftay, 
 
 My fhield, my ftrength, my fafe abode, 
 
 My palace, Saviour, and my God. 
 
 LXV1. Gofpel minifter*s call or commffion.— 
 From feveral Scriptures. 
 
 THUS faith the Lord, your mafter dear, 
 O ye, his fervants, whom he fends 
 To preach his gofpel, far and near, 
 E'en to the world's remoteft ends. 
 
 2 " Go forth ye heralds in my name, 
 " Sweetly the gofpel trumpet found ; 
 The glorious jubilee proclaim, 
 " Where'er the human race is found. 
 
 <f Convince a world of finners blind, 
 
 " And fliew them where their danger lies ; 
 
 The broken hearted careful bind, 
 
 *' And wipe the tears from weeping eyes. 
 
 " Be wife as ferpents where you go, 
 " Yet harmlefs as the peaceful dove ; 
 And let your whole deportment fhow 
 " That you're commiflion'd from above.- 
 
 ff And as you freely have receiv'd, 
 
 " E'en fo to others freely give ; 
 
 So mail your meflage be belie v'd, 
 
 " And many dying finners live." * 
 
 " Mafter, thy word we have obey'd , 
 (Said Chrift's fweet meffengers of pe£ce) 
 
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 ee And lo, the devils are difmay'd, 
 
 " Trembling they flee before our face." 
 
 7 Oh ! if I had an angel's voice, 
 
 And could be heard from pole to pole, 
 
 1 would to all the lift'ning world, 
 
 Proclaim thy goodnefs to my foul. 
 
 8 O happy fervants of the Lord, 
 Who thus their Matter's will obey ; 
 
 Immenfely great is the reward 
 They mall receive another day, 
 
 LXVII. Divine Fortitude. 
 
 DtDST thou, dear Jefus, fuffer fhame, 
 And bear the crofs for me ? 
 And mail I fear to own thy name, 
 Or thy difciple be ? . 
 
 2 Forbid it Lord that I mould dread, 
 To fuffer ftiame or lofs ; 
 
 But in thy footfteps let me tread, 
 And glory in thy crofs. 
 
 3 Infpire my foul with life divine, 
 And holy courage bold ; 
 
 Let knowledge, faith and meeknefs mine, 
 Nor love, nor zeal grow cold. 
 
 4 Say to my foul, why doft thou fear 
 The face of feeble man ? 
 
 Behold thy heav'nly Captain's here, 
 Before thee in the van. 
 
 5 O how my foul would up and run, 
 At this reviving word ; 
 
 Nor any painful fuff'rings fhun, 
 To follow thee, my Lord. 
 
 6 For this let men reproach, defame> 
 And call me what they will ;. 
 
 Lo, I may glorify thy name, 
 And be thy fervant ftill. 
 
 7 To thee I cheerfully fubmit, 
 And all my pow'rs refigff ; 
 
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 Let wifdom point out what is fir, 
 And I'll no more repine. 
 
 Pause. 
 t I'll cheerfully take up the crofs, 
 
 And follow thee, my Lord ; 
 Submit to tortures, (hame and lofs, 
 
 At thy commanding word, 
 
 9 But this I promife to fulfil, 
 ■ Through thy afiifting grace, 
 For I'm pow'rlefs, and a weak will 
 I mud with ihame confefs. 
 
 io But let thy grace fufficient be, 
 
 In ev'ry time of need ; 
 Then Lord, I'll boldly fight for thee, 
 
 And ev'ry time fucceed. 
 
 L XVIII. The Rich Provifton of the GejptU 
 
 JESUS, thy bleffings are not few, 
 Nor is thy gofpel weak ; 
 Thy grace can melt the ftubborn Jew, 
 And heal the dying Greek. 
 
 2 Wide as the reach of fatan's rage, 
 Does thy falvation flow ; 
 
 It's not confin'd to fex or age, 
 The lofty or the low. 
 
 3 While grace is offer'd to the prince, 
 The poor may take their (hare ; 
 
 No mortal has a juft pretence, 
 To perifli in defpair. 
 
 4 Come, all ye wretched Tinners, come, 
 He'll form your fouls anew ; 
 
 His gofpel and his heart has room 
 For rebels, fuch as you. 
 
 5 His doclrine is Almighty love ; 
 There's virtue in his name, 
 
 To turn a raven to a dove— ■ 
 The lion to a lamb. 
 
 6 O could we raiie a long of praife, 
 Half equal to his love ; 
 
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 The heav'ns would ring while we fhould fing, 
 Thro' all the courts above. 
 
 LXIX. The Pilgrim'i Song. 
 
 CHILDREN of the heav'nly King, 
 As you journey fweetly fing ; 
 Sing your Saviour's worthy praife, 
 Glorious in his works and ways. 
 
 2 Ye are traveling home to God, 
 In the way your fathers trod ; 
 They are happy now, and ye 
 Soon their happinefs fliall fee. 
 
 3 Oh ! ye banifh'd feed be glad, 
 Chrift our Advocate is made ; 
 Us to lave, our flefh aftumes, 
 Brother to our fouls becomes. 
 
 4 Shout ye \\it\e flocks and blefs ; 
 You on Jefus' arms fhali reft ; 
 There your ieat is now prepar'd, 
 There's your kingdom and reward. 
 
 5 O ! ye brethren, joyful ftand, 
 On the borders of your land ; 
 Jefus Chrift, your Father's Son, 
 Bids you undifmay'd go on, 
 
 6 Lord, obed'ently we'll go, 
 Gladly leaving all below ; 
 Only thou our leader be, 
 And we fiill will follow thee. 
 
 LXX. Celeftial Watering. 
 
 SAVIOUR, vifit thy plantation, 
 Grant us, Lord a gracious rain ; 
 All will come to diffolution, 
 Unlefs thou return again. 
 
 2 Keep no longer at a diftance, 
 Shine upon us from on high ; 
 
 Left for want of thy afliftance, 
 Ev'ry plant will droop and die. 
 
 3 Surely once the garden flourifh'd, 
 Ev'ry plant look'd gay and green ; 
 
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 There thy word our fpirits nourifti'd, 
 Happy feafons we have feen. 
 
 4 But a drought has fince fucceeded, 
 And a fad decline we fee ; 
 
 Lord thy help is greatly needed, 
 Help can only come from thee. 
 
 5 Where are thofe we counted leaders, 
 Fir'd with zeal and love and truth ; 
 
 Old profeflbrs, tall as cedars, 
 Bright examples to our youth. 
 
 6 Some in whom our fouls delighted ; 
 We fhall meet no more below ; 
 
 Some, alas ! we fear are blighted, 
 Scarce a fingle leaf they mow. 
 
 7 Younger plants to fight how pleafant, 
 Cover'd thick with bloffoms flood ; 
 
 But they caufe us grief at prefent, 
 Froft has nip'd them in the bud. 
 
 8 Deareft Saviour, haften hither, 
 Thou canft make them bloom again ; 
 
 O ! permit them not to wither, 
 Let not all our hopes be vain. 
 
 9 Let our mut'al love be fervent, 
 Make us prevalent in pray'r ; 
 
 Let each one efteem thy fervant, 
 
 And fhun th' world's bewitching fnare. 
 
 io Break- the tempter *s fatal pow'r, 
 Turn the ftony hearts to flefh ; 
 
 And now begin from this good hour, 
 To revive thy work afrefli. 
 
 LXXL Wonders of Redeeming Love. 
 
 ONOW begin thy heav'nly theme, 
 Come fing aloud in Jems' name, 
 Come you who Jefus' kindnefs prove, 
 Come triumph in redeeming love. 
 
 2 Come you, alas ! whoe'er have been 
 The willing flaves of death and fin ; 
 
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 Gome now from blifs no longer rove, • 
 Stop, flop and tafte redeeming love. 
 
 3 Come mourning fouls dry up your tears, 
 And banifh all your guilty fears ; 
 And fee the guilt fecure remov'd, 
 'Tis cancel'd by redeeming love. 
 
 4. Come welcome all by fin opp r eft, 
 Come welcome to this (acred reft : 
 There's nothing brought him from above, 
 Nothing but true redeeming love. 
 
 5 'Tis he fubdues th' infernal pow'rs, 
 And his tremendous foes are oars ; 
 Our foes are from his empire drove, 
 He's mighty in redeeming love. 
 
 6 Come hiiher and your mufic bring, 
 Come ftrike aloud your joyful firing ; 
 Come mortals join the praife above ; 
 He's mighty in redeeming love, 
 
 7 Come you who live in Babylon, 
 Come hear the voice of Chrift the Son ; 
 Arife my fair one and my dove, 
 
 O come and tafte redeeming love. 
 
 8 The angels that before him ftand, 
 They go and come at his command j 
 Tho' they are feated high above, 
 Never will tafte redeeming love. 
 
 9 O furely happy now they be, 
 Our God and Chrift they daily fee, 
 They all in mining ranks there move, 
 But ne'er will fmg redeeming love. 
 
 io O ye bright angels it is true, 
 That I fhall furely out- do you ; 
 When I fhall reign with him above, 
 Then I fhall fing redeeming love. 
 
 ' LXXII, <t hi fair Man/tons. ' 
 
 WE in this tabernacle mourn, 
 For immortality ; 
 
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 Burden'd with fin we daily groan, 
 And long to be fet free, 
 
 2 We view this world not as our home, 
 But fojourn in a vale ; 
 
 We feek a city yet to come, 
 Where joy mall never fail. 
 
 3 We have an houfe above the iky, 
 In heav'n's tmmeafur'd fpace ; 
 
 Where we mail dwell eternally, 
 To fee our Saviour's face. 
 
 4 Roll on, roll on our peaceful years, 
 And bring our fouls to reft ; 
 
 Where troubles end, and doubts and fears, 
 No more difturb our breaft. 
 
 5 Then fhall we bid a long farewel 
 To all thofe fleeting things ; 
 
 Our ctay in earth we leave to dwell, 
 To mount on facred wings. 
 
 6 Swifter than thought we foar on high, 
 Above thofe twinkling ftars ; 
 
 Pafs through the regions of the iky, 
 And all thcfe rolling fpheres. 
 
 7 The fun ere long will difappear, 
 And fmner's feel their lofs ; 
 
 While we afcend thro* yielding air, 
 And fteer th' eternal courfe. 
 
 8 Now winged time is known no more> 
 Eternity begins ; 
 
 Our fouls have gain'd the heav'nly more, 
 And view'd th* amazing fcenes. 
 
 9 Their fongs begin to found fo fweef, 
 Our raptur'd fouls, on fire, 
 
 To bow around our Saviour's feet, 
 And join the heav'nly choir. 
 
 io Unnumber'd years fhall gently roll, 
 And each increafe their blifs ; 
 
 When God fhall fay unto each foul, 
 Come dwell where Jefus is. 
 
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 1 1 Then will our bleffed jefus come, 
 And bid the dead arife ; 
 
 And call his weary'd children home, 
 To manfions in the ikies. 
 
 12 Where fin and forrow all fhall ceafe, 
 And tears be wip'd away 5 
 
 And nothing fhall diftur'b our peace, 
 To one eternal day. 
 
 LXXIII. Love to Jefus. 
 
 THEE will I love my Lord, my tow'r, 
 Thee will I love my joy, my crown ; 
 Thee will I love with all my pow'r, 
 
 Of mind, and ftrength and heart alone. 
 
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 2 Thee will I love, my joy, my throne, 
 Thee will I love, my Lord, my God ; 
 
 Thee will I love beneath thy frown, 
 Thy fmiles, thy fceptre, or thy rod. 
 
 LXXIV. Praife to Redeeming Grace. 
 
 DIFFUSE thy beams and teach my heart, 
 Now with genial warmth to glow, 
 For lo ! without thy heav'nly art, 
 In vain my lofty numbers flow. 
 
 2 Magnificent, free grace arife, 
 Outfhine the thoughts of fhallow man ; 
 
 Sov'reign, preventing all divine, 
 To him that neither will'd nor ran. 
 
 3 Grand is the bofom whence thou flovv'd, 
 Kind as the heart that gave thqe vent ; 
 
 Rich as, the gift that God beftow'd, 
 Lovely and fe like Chrift he fent. 
 
 4 Grace by a right'oufnefs doth reign, 
 Wrought by the facred life 'of God ; 
 
 Where fin is fpoil'd, grace mall maintain 
 Its right in Jefus' facred blood. 
 
 5 Who counts the fands that bound the fea, 
 Not half his fins can number o'er ; 
 
 And ah ! what millions yet but fee 
 Grace hath ten thoufand mercies more. 
 
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 6 Infinite grace how full of God, 
 
 In ev'ry work of thine— there glows 
 New glories in thy facred blood, 
 Theie life divine eternal flows. 
 
 7 We bowing fing thy death fo ftrong 
 Which all our fouls from death defends : 
 
 Shout ye redeem'd — for here your fong 
 Begins, and never, never ends. 
 
 LXXV. On Eternal Live. 
 
 ETERNAL love, the darling fong, 
 , Well pleafing to Jehovah's ear ; 
 Attend ye fav'd, ye pardon'd throng, 
 With all your graceful notes draw nd'ar. 
 
 2 'Tis your's to fing th' eternal date 
 Of love divine, and how it moves 
 
 To helplefs man ; with gladnefs great, 
 Sing loud, for God the fong approves. 
 
 3 Hail Beth'lem ! hail that ruddy morn, 
 Whofe rays adorn the infant God ; 
 
 Median of a virgin born, 
 
 A God, a man to die in blood. 
 
 4 For us, falvation wide difplays 
 Her ambient refreshing wing ; 
 
 In Jefus' name, that love- we'll praife, 
 And all its peerlefs glories fing. 
 
 5 We fing the garden and the tree, 
 
 Red with the blood that cries for peace ; 
 HeaV'n echoes back as pleas'd, in thee 
 To fhew its glories and iis grace. 
 
 6 We fing a note that high prevails, 
 Above the angels free from fin ; 
 
 Who cannot tafte the love that heals, 
 The fweets of confcience thus made clean, 
 
 7 Thy love, O Jefus, is the theme, 
 The fong of faints fhall ever grow ; 
 
 All ages to the church proclaim 
 How fweetly doth their numbers flow. 
 
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 8 Here (hall the guilty, who has loft 
 
 The Divine favour by his fin, 
 Find worth that he can fafely truft, 
 
 A righteoufnefs to glory in, 
 
 LXXVI. The Fight of Faith. 
 
 OMnipotent Lord, my Saviour and King, 
 Thy fuccour afford, thy righteoufnefs bring, 
 Thy promifes bind thee companion to have, 
 
 now let me find thee mighty to. fave. 
 
 2 Rejoicing in hope and patient in grief, 
 To thee I look up for certain relief ; 
 
 1 fear no denial, no danger I fear, 
 Nor ftart from the trial if Jefus is near. 
 
 3 I every hour in jeopardy Hand L 
 
 But thou art my pow'r and holder! my hand ; 
 
 1 wait, I am calling, thy fuccour I feel, 
 
 It faves me from falling or plucks me from hell. 
 
 4 On Jefus my Saviour I then will rely, 
 All evil before his prefence fhall fly ; 
 
 When I find my Saviour my fears fhall depart. 
 And Jefus forever mall reign in my heart. 
 
 L XX VII. To be fung before going into public ivor- 
 
 THE Saviour meets his flock to-day, 
 Shall I, in floth, abide at home ? 
 Shall I behind the people flay, 
 
 When Jefus calls/there ftill is room ? 
 I'll go, it is a place of pray'r, 
 "Who knows but God may meet me there ? 
 
 2 To day Lnman'el feeds his faints, 
 
 And here the Chriftians find their King ; 
 They all lay open their complaints, 
 
 And here the Saviour's praife they fing ; 
 Into their number I'll prefume, 
 Since Jefus kindly bids me come: 
 
 3 How long did faithful Anna wait, 
 
 And fought the Lord full four fcore years, 
 Both day and night, the temple gate, 
 She watch'd with many fighs and tears, 
 
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 And fcarcely left the houfe of pray'r, 
 'Till God vouchfaf'd to meet her there. 
 
 4 Dear Saviour, then permit me pow'r, 
 And like the faints I'll watch for thee, 
 
 Content 'till the appointed hour, 
 
 When thou (halt be reveal'd in me ; 
 Daily my foul within thy gate, 
 Shall for thy gracious prefence wait. 
 
 5 Remove temptation, O my Lord, 
 And let my enemies be (lain, 
 
 Who would withdraw me from thy word, 
 
 And plunge me in the world again ; 
 And when the bridegroom Ihall appear, 
 O ! may my foul be found in pray'r. 
 
 LXX VIII. Guilt and Dijlrefs infeparabk companions. 
 
 SIN is the fatal caufe of woe, 
 The fpring from whence our troubles flow, 
 Yet when we take a view 
 Ofthofe who fin in ev'ry breath, 
 Yet feel no checks in life and death, 
 We fcarcebelieve it true. 
 
 2 Thbufands around feem highly Mefs'd, 
 Who treat religion as a jeft, 
 
 A fable or a fong ; 
 Down life's impet'ous ftream they glide, 
 Favor'd with canvafs, wind and tide, 
 
 And fmoothly float along. 
 
 3 By pleafure's flow'ry bank they fleer, 
 No troubles feel, nor can they fear, 
 
 But laugh, and fing, and play ; 
 'Till deep they plunge in endlefs night, 
 Without one drop of fweet delight, 
 
 Or glimpfe of op'ning day. 
 
 4 O fad exchange ! O wretched ftate ! 
 Now they can feel (when 'tis too late) 
 
 What they have heard in vain : 
 Defpairand anguifh dwells within, 
 The bitter, bitter fruits of fin, 
 
 And make them roar with pain ! 
 
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 5 Their groans emphatic, loud complain, 
 'Twas guilt that caus'd their guilt and iharae > 
 
 And freely they confefs, 
 The bitter pill was candy'd o'er, 
 'Twas all indulgence juft before, 
 
 But now 'tis all diftrefs. 
 
 6 More they would own — but I forbear, 
 And quit thofe regions of defpair ; 
 
 And now would afk the faints, 
 *« If guilt be harmlefs, tell me why 
 <( Thofe trickling tears, that heaving figh, 
 
 ,f And whence thofe fad complaints ?" 
 
 7 When fin, that viper, you carefs, 
 Stinging remorfe and keen diftrefs 
 
 Speedily make you fmart ; 
 'Tis that which hides the Saviour's face, 
 Incurs his frowns, fufpends his grace, 
 
 And wounds you to the heart. 
 
 8 Then griefs like mighty torrents roll, 
 'Till the poor agonizing foul 
 
 Lies bleeding on the rack ; 
 The round of duty's trodden ftill, 
 But 'tis like lab'ring up a hill, 
 
 With mountains on the back. 
 
 9 One guilty fcene fuch anguifh brings, 
 Clogs the poor foul, and clips its wings, 
 
 And drags it from the fkies ; 
 'Till Jefus, drefs'd in love, appears, 
 Forgives the guilt and wipes the tears 
 
 From the beclouded eyes. 
 
 io O Chriftians ! never hope to meet. 
 In pleafures finful, tailing fweet, 
 
 But bid them all adieu ; 
 Stings from forbidden pleafures grow, 
 At leaft my foul hath found it fo t 
 
 And owns th' affertion true. 
 J i Retraining grace dear Jefus grant, 
 Make me like nature's nobleft plant ; 
 
 And may my fear be fuch, 
 
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 That when temptations lie in wait, 
 
 1 may difdain the gilded bait, 
 And ihrinking, fhun the touch. 
 
 LXXIX. Tbefinntr's coil rejeaed. 
 
 COME all who've fpent your blooming days 
 In your own lufts, and fatan's ways, 
 Bow down to God, confefs your fin, 
 Left you mould never enter in— 
 
 2 In thro* the gate that is on high, 
 Which leads to joys above the Iky ; 
 Where all the faints their voices raife, 
 Rejoice and fing their maker's praife. 
 
 3 All who do wifh to pafs this gate, 
 Muft walk upright and very ftiait ; 
 If you mould mifs this gate I know, 
 Down to a burning hell you'll go. 
 
 4 There's endlefs forrow, endlefs pain, 
 Without a hope of peace again ; 
 
 Oh ! then your aching fouls will lay, 
 " Why did we God fo d^bey." 
 
 5 His hand was ibetch'd forth all the day, 
 We cannot have one word to fay ; 
 
 For we have had many a call, 
 And we, like tools, rejected all. 
 
 6 One word of caution to the young 
 Who never have God's praifes fung ; 
 
 Give up to Chrift before's too late, * 
 
 Or elfe in hell you'll have your fate. 
 
 7 Down with the hellifli devils there, 
 Lock'd down in horror and defpair ; 
 But oh ! the formidable cries, 
 
 That fill the earth and reach the Ikies. 
 
 8 Thejfcturn their eyes to heav'n, and fee 
 Where ail the righteous peopit be ; 
 Look down into a gaping hell, 
 
 See where the devil's hoft doth dwell. 
 
 9 This heaven is a happy place, 
 Where all the people's fill'd with grace ; 
 
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SPIRITUAL SONGS. 7S 
 
 This hell it is a place of fpite^ 
 Where forrows are that's infinite. 
 
 10 Come mind the words which I have penn'd. 
 Left down to hell God mould you fend : 
 The place I will defcribe once more, 
 3 Tis where the devils always roar. 
 LXXX. Invitation to fin fick Souls to corns to Jefus 
 for relief. 
 
 COME, Tinners now approach your God, 
 With new melod'ous fongs ; 
 Behold the treafures of his blood 
 Have cleans'd a num'rous throng* 
 
 2 See Jefus ftands with open arms, 
 Inviting you to come ; 
 
 Hear how his mercy fweetly charms, 
 And tells you there is room. 
 
 3 But hark ! methinks I hear you fay, 
 " I'm an unworthy foul — 
 
 "I've finn'd my day of grace away, 
 " I hear his thunders roll- 
 
 4 te My (ins are of a crimfon dye, 
 " And I'm a captive led : 
 
 " Can fuch a linful foul as I, 
 " Be from this bondage freed ? 
 
 5 " Now I deferve the loweft hell, 
 " Who fpurn'd his offer'd grace ; 
 
 te And tempting others to rebel, 
 •• Provok'd him to his face." 
 
 6 Stop, trembling foul, and hear me tell 
 The wonders of his love ; 
 
 He fnatch'd me from the brink of hell, 
 And rais'd my foul above. 
 
 7 Hark ! hear the blened Jefus fay, 
 " Poor foul you need not doubt ; 
 
 ct The foul that will come unto me, 
 " I'll in no wife caft out." 
 
 8 If ever any trembling foul, 
 That unto Jefus come, 
 
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 flad e'er been banifh'd or caft off, 
 I muft have been the one. 
 
 9 But God h3s mercy yet in (lore, 
 For all that will believe ; 
 
 You need not fear becaufe you're poor, 
 That he will you deceive. 
 
 10 Come now and take him at his word, 
 He will not angry be ; 
 
 Put your whole truft in Chrift the Lord, 
 
 And he will fet you free. 
 LXXXI. The foul's confidence in God's faithfulnefi. 
 
 THIS God is the God we adore, 
 Our faithful, unchangeable Friend, 
 Whofe love is as large as his pow'r, 
 
 Who knows neither meafure nor end. 
 2 'Tis Jefus, the firft and the laft, 
 
 Whofe fpirit mall guide us fate home : 
 We'll praife him for all that is paft, 
 
 And truft him for all that's to come. 
 LXXXII. To all faints who put their trujl in the Lord 
 Jefus Chri/i. 
 
 MY brethren all remember well, 
 That your fweet Jefus is your all ; 
 Of grace and truth, brim full he is, 
 For thofe who feel their emptinefs. 
 
 2 Chrift is your wifdom, right'oufnefs, 
 Your ftrength, your holinefs and peace, 
 Your head, your hope, your joy alfo, 
 Your all to God, your all to you. 
 
 3 His fulnefs' yours, what can you need ? 
 Nothing but faith thereon to feed ; 
 And faith to you himfelf will give, 
 
 Rely on him, and to him live. 
 
 4 Then oh ! be free with this your friend, 
 His fulnefs you can never fpend ; 
 
 Let all your wants be laid on him, 
 And he will fill you to the brim. 
 
 5 The more by faith on Chrift you live, - 
 '^k$ more to him your glory give, 
 
S P I RITUAL SONGS. 
 
 The more with Chrift your foul is free, 
 The more to him you'll welcome be. 
 
 6 Such is his boundlefs grace and love, 
 He'll joy that you his fulnefs prove ; 
 So fhall your joy in him be full, 
 Who is your everlafting all. 
 
 LXXXIII. Buy the Truth, and fell it not. 
 
 THE worth of truth no tongue can tell ; 
 'Twill do to buy but not to fell ; 
 A large eftate that foul has got 
 Who buys the truth and fells it not. 
 
 2 Truth, like a diamond fhines mod fair. 
 More rich than pearls and rubies are- 
 More worth than gold and filver coin ; 
 G ! may it always in us mine. 
 
 3 'Tis truth that binds, and truth makes free, 
 And fets the foul at liberty, 
 
 From (in and fatan's heavy chain, 
 And then within the heart doth reign. 
 
 4 They have a freedom then indeed, 
 That doth all freedom elfe exceed — 
 Freedom from guilt, freedom from woe, 
 And never more fhall bondage know. 
 
 5 O ! happy they who in their youth, 
 Are bro't to know and love the truth ; 
 For none but they whom truth makes free, 
 E'er can enjoy true liberty. 
 
 6 Truth like a girdle let us wear. 
 And always keep it clean and fair ; 
 And never let it once be told, 
 The truth by us was ever fold. 
 
 LXXXIV. The Happy Man. 
 
 HAPPY the man whofe will is bow'd 
 And fpiritduly aw'd— 
 Who is refign'd in heart and mind, 
 
 Unto the will of God. 
 z Happy the man that humble is, 
 And doth not one diftain, 
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 That ne'er envies nor doth defpife 
 None of his fellow men. 
 
 3 Happy the man that wears Chrift's yoke, 
 And has a lowly mind ; 
 
 Who is not eafily provok'd, 
 Great peace then he fhall find. 
 
 4 Happy the man that is not mov'd, 
 With all the ups and downs 
 
 Of this vain world, but lives above 
 It's flatteries and frowns. 
 
 5 Happy the man that's wing'd with faith, 
 Whole heart is fir'd with love — 
 
 Who ran and fled to take the prize, 
 That is laid up above. 
 
 LXXXV. The name of Chrift mojlfweet. 
 
 THAT name to me founds ever fweet, 
 Where grace and truth doth always meet, 
 Where right'oufnefs doth peace embrace, 
 And opens wide a ftore of grace. 
 
 2 A meeting place it is indeed, 
 Where mercy meets the finner's need, 
 And opens wide a gracious ftore, 
 Sufficient to relieve the poor. 
 
 3 Hark 1 don't you hear the heav'nly call, 
 It foundeth loud, it is to all — 
 
 To high and low, to bond and free, 
 That none may fay, " tis not for me." 
 
 4 ■* Ho ! ev'ry one that thirfts (he cries) 
 
 " Here's wine and milk, and large fupplies ? 
 " Come now to me and drink your fill, 
 " Tis free for whofoever will. 
 
 5 " Come now receive, I afk no pay, 
 " But freely give it all away, 
 ■' To all that do my word believe, 
 ?■' And freely now my grace receive." 
 
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 LXXXVr. Cod blejfedfor all things. 
 LESSED be God for all, 
 For all things here below ; 
 
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 For pain and grief, and joy and thrall, 
 To my advantage grow. 
 
 2 BlefTed be God for fhame, 
 For (lander and difgrace, 
 
 Welcome reproach for Jems' name, 
 Like flint, Lord, fet my face. 
 
 3 BlefTed be God for lofs, 
 For lofs of earthly things ; 
 
 For ev'ry fcourge and ev'ry crofs 
 Me nearer Jefus brings, 
 
 4 BlefTed be God for want, 
 For want of health and food ; 
 
 I live by faith and fcorn to faint, 
 For all things work for good. 
 
 5 BlefTed be God for pain, 
 Which tares my flefh like thorns ; 
 
 It crucifies my carnal mind, 
 To God my foul returns. 
 
 6 BlefTed be God for doubts 
 Which he hath overcome ; 
 
 My foul in full aflurance fhouts, . 
 Of beipg foon at home. 
 
 7 BlefTed be God for fears 
 Of fin and death and hell ; 
 
 When Chrifl who is my life appears, 
 In glory I fhall dwell. 
 
 8 BlefTed be God for friends, 
 BlefTed be God for foes ; 
 
 BlefTed be God whofe gracious ends, 
 No finite creature knows. 
 
 9 BlefTed be God for life, 
 BlefTed be God for death, 
 
 BlefTed be God for joy and grief ; 
 I welcome all thro' faith. 
 
 LXXXVII. Chrifi ) the all-fujfidm Saviour. 
 
 I AM that I Am, 
 faith Chrift ihe dear Lamb ; 
 
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 What think ye, O finners, 
 of this wond'rous name t 
 
 2 If now you enquire, 
 with earneft defire, 
 
 And fay, O to know him, 
 Our hearts are on fire— 
 
 3 My mafter replies, 
 I Am will fuffice 
 
 Thy wants, O poor finncr, 
 who unto him flies. 
 
 4 I am to the blind 
 
 the light of their mind ; 
 And feet to the cripple, 
 and ftrength fhall they find. 
 
 5 If fin is thy grief, 
 I am thy relief ; 
 
 A Saviour I am, 
 
 to poor finners the chief, 
 
 6 O finners, give ear, 
 what fulnefs is here ? 
 
 O ! who would not come 
 to a Saviour fo dear ? 
 
 7 He faw, from his throne, 
 poor finners undone ; 
 
 And their lives to ranfom, 
 he gave up his own. 
 
 8 He came from above 
 the caufe to remove ; 
 
 And yet (hall we flight 
 /fuch unfpeakable love f 
 
 9 If we like the Jews 
 his kindnefs refufe, 
 
 'Tis plain that dcftru&ion 
 we wilfully choofe. 
 
 io But O ye oppr^fs'd 
 
 whom fin hath diftreis'd, 
 Come, come unto Jefus, 
 
 and you /hall, have rtfh 
 
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 ii Methinks one doth cry, 
 
 " fuch (inner am I, 
 st I dare not, I dare not 
 
 " to Jefus draw nigh." 
 
 12 Chrift anfwers again, 
 ** thy doubting refrain, 
 
 " Come, come unto me, 
 " and I'll purge ev'ry ftain. 
 
 13 " Whate'er is thy cafe, 
 " come now and embrace 
 
 *' My purchas'd falvation, 
 " and thou (halt have peace." 
 
 LXXXVIII. The Wandering Pilgrim. 
 
 WANDERING Pilgrims, mourning chrif- 
 tians, 
 Weak and tempted lambs of Chrift, 
 Who endure great tribulation, 
 
 And with fins are much diftrefs'd, 
 Chrift has fent me to invite you 
 
 To a rich and coftly feaft ; 
 Let not fhame nor pride prevent you, 
 Come the fweet provifion tafte. 
 
 2 If you have a heart lamenting, 
 And bemoan your wretched cafe ; 
 
 Come to Jefus Chrift repenting, 
 
 He will give you gofpel grace : 
 If you want a heart to fear him, 
 
 Love and ferve him all your days, 
 Only come to Chrift and afk him, 
 
 He will guide your feet always. 
 
 3 If your heart is unbelieving, 
 Doubting Jefus' pard'ning love, 
 
 Lay hard by Bethefday waiting, 
 
 'Till the troubled waters move ; 
 If no man appears to help you, 
 
 All their efforts prove but talk ; 
 Jefus, Jefus he will cleanfe you, 
 
 Rife, take up your bed and walk* 
 
 4 If like Peter you are finking, 
 In the fea of unbelief f 
 
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 Wait with patience, always praying, 
 
 Chrift will fend you fweet relief ; 
 He will give you grace and glory, 
 
 All your wants fliall be fupply'd, 
 Cana'n, Cana'n lies before you, 
 
 Rife, and crofs the fwelling tide. 
 5 Death fhall not deftroy your comfort, 
 
 Chrift, fliall guard you thro' the gloom, 
 Down he'll fend a heav'nly comfort, 
 
 To convey you to his home ; 
 There you'll fpend your days in pleafure, 
 
 Free from ev'ry want and care ; 
 Come, oh 1 ccme, my blefled Saviour, 
 
 Fain my fpirit would be there. 
 
 LXXX1X. The Heavenly Courtier* 
 
 LET Chrift the glorious lover 
 Have everlafting praife ; 
 He comes for to difcover 
 
 The riches of his grace — 
 He comes to wretched finners> 
 
 To woo himfelf a bride ; 
 Refolving for to win her, 
 And will not be deny'd. 
 
 2 Unwilling Ihe difcovers 
 Herfelf for to deny, 
 
 To caft away her pleafures, 
 
 And lay her honors by — 
 To part with ev'ry notion 
 
 That puffs her up with pride,— 
 And t; ke him for her portion, 
 
 And be his loving bride. 
 
 3 He calls aloud unto her, 
 " Purfue your ways no more ;" 
 
 She thinks it will undo her, 
 
 To part with all her ftore j 
 She willingly rtlu-fes 
 
 To \ield unto his will, 
 And in her heart fhe choofes 
 
 Her former lovers ftill. 
 
 4 She bolts the door upon him, 
 Aiid bids the Lord deuait j 
 
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 She will not ferve his honor, 
 
 Nor let him have her heart ; 
 Yet Jefus loves the (inner, 
 
 And will not leave the door, 
 But cries " oh wretched creature ! 
 
 " Reject my grace no more. 
 
 5 u Behold my matchlefs fulnefs I 
 
 " Arife and let me in ; r 
 
 <f How can you be fo cruel 
 
 '« To bar your heart with fin ? 
 " If calls and invitation 
 
 " Will not excite your love, 
 " Prepare for cdndemnation, 
 
 ** For I will not remove. " 
 
 6 He then difplays his pow'r, 
 By an almighty word ;. 
 
 He threatens to devour, 
 
 And (hews a flaming fword ; 
 She now begins to tremble 
 
 At what fhe fees and hears ; 
 And fain ihe would be humble, 
 
 And warn her crimes with tears. 
 
 7 She does not yet difcover 
 The filth of her infide ; 
 
 She thinks the Lord will love her, 
 
 And take her for his bride ; 
 But like refiner's fire, 
 
 He fearches ev'cy part ; 
 Conviction rifes high'r, 
 
 She feels a troubled heart; 
 
 S She now begins to languilh, 
 
 And none can her relieve, 
 Her heart is full of anguifh, 
 
 To find flie can't believe : 
 Her hopes are now departed, 
 
 And left her full of woe, 
 With all the broken hearted, 
 
 She cries what (hail I do ? 
 
 9 But Jefus has companion, 
 Still moving in his breaft, 
 
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 Intends to give falvation, 
 
 Unto the fouls diftrefsM ; 
 One glimfe of love and pow'r, 
 
 Makes her forget her pain, 
 She cries, oh ! happy hour, 
 
 Is this the lovely lamb ? 
 
 10 Is he whom I rejected, 
 Stoop'd down to me folow ?' 
 
 Goodnefs, but unexpected ; 
 
 It hardly can be true \ 
 And ftill me cries more fervent, 
 
 Lord don't thy mercy hide, 
 May 1 become a fervant, 
 
 And fit to be a bride. 
 
 1 1 The marriage is made ready, 
 The parties are agreed, 
 
 The holy fon of David, 
 
 And Adam's wretched feed ; 
 The finner is attir'd, 
 
 With raiment clean and while, 
 fins are freely pardon'd, 
 fid fhe's her Lord's delight. 
 
 iz They eat and drink together, 
 
 And mut'ally embrace ; 
 Both faints and angels wonder 
 
 At the furprifing grace ; 
 This Union mall continue, '■ 
 
 Forevermore the fame, 
 And nothing part afunder, 
 
 The Chriftian and the Lamb. 
 
 XC. The Slow Traveller, 
 
 OH ! happy foul how faft you go, 
 And leave me here behind ; 
 Don't ftop for me, for now I fee 
 The Lord is juft and kind, 
 
 2 Go on, go on, my foul fays go, 
 
 And I'll come after you ; 
 'Hho' I'm behind, yet I can find, 
 
 I'll fing hofanna too. 
 
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 3 God give you ftrength that you may run, 
 And keep your footfteps right ; 
 
 Tho' faft you go, and I fo flow, 
 You are not out of fight. 
 
 4 When you get to thofe worlds above, 
 And all their glories fee ; 
 
 When you get home your work is done. 
 Then look you out for me. 
 
 5 For I will come faft as I can, 
 Along the way I'll fleer : 
 
 Lord give me ftrength, I Ihall at length, 
 Be one amongft you there. 
 
 6 There altogether we fhall be, 
 Together we fhall ling ; 
 
 Together we fhall praife our God 
 And everlafting King. 
 
 XCI. An Invitation to Sinners \ 
 
 COME to the glorious gofpel-feaft, 
 Ho ev'ry one that will ! 
 O come ye ftarving fouls, and tafte 
 Thofe joys that none can tell. 
 
 2 Arifeye mortals that are fad, 
 And bord'ring on defpair, 
 
 Lo, there is balm in Gilead, 
 And a Phyfician there. 
 
 3 Look to the Saviour's bleeding fide. 
 Behold the purple gore ; 
 
 It was for wounded fouls he dy'd, 
 The fin-fick to reftore. 
 
 4 Behold him on the curfed tree, 
 With arms extended wide 
 
 For frnners, fucb as you and me, 
 The Weeding Saviour dy'd. 
 
 5 'Tis finifh'd, fatd his dying breath, 
 ^ Ami conquer'd death and hell, 
 
 rebels doom'd to endlefs death, 
 'Might in his bofom dwell. 
 
 ime then, receive his grace, and tell 
 
 The wonders of his love ; 
 
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 'Till we arife with him to dwell 
 
 In the bright worlds above- 
 7 No fin nor foe fhall there annoy, 
 
 Or wound your peaceful breaft ; 
 But boundlefs love, unmingled joy, 
 
 And everlafting reft. 
 
 XCII. Farewel to all but Chriji. 
 
 FAREWEL vain world, I bid adieu, 
 Your glories I defpife ; 
 Your friendfhip I no more purfue, 
 Your flatt'ries are but lies. 
 
 2 You promife happinefsin vain, 
 Nor can you fatisfy ; 
 
 Your higheft pleafures turn to pain, 
 And all your treafures die. 
 
 3 Had I the Indies, Eaft and Weft, 
 And riches of the fea, 
 
 Without my God I could not reft, 
 For he is all to me. 
 
 4 Then let my foul rife far above, 
 By* faith I'll take my wing 
 
 To the eternal realms of love, 
 Where faints and angels fing. 
 
 5 There's love and joy that will not wafte, 
 There's trealures that endure ; 
 
 There's pleafures that will always laft, 
 When time ijiall be no more. 
 
 X C I II. A Morning Song. 
 
 LORD, in the morning I will fend 
 My cries to reach thine ear ; 
 Thou art my father and my friend, 
 My he^p forever near. 
 
 2 O lead me, keep me all this day, 
 Near thee in perfect peace ; 
 
 Help me to watch, to watch and pray, 
 To pray and never ceafe. 
 
 3 I know my roving feet will err, 
 Unlefs thou be my guide ; 
 
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 Warn me of ev'ry foe and fnare, 
 And keep me near thy fide. 
 
 4 Then (hall I pafs all dangers fafe, 
 And tread the tempter down : 
 
 My truft, my hope, joy and relief, 
 Shall be in thee alone. 
 
 5 Then let my moments fmoothly run, 
 And flng my hours away ; 
 
 'Till ev'ning lhades and fetting funs 
 Conclude in endlefs day, 
 
 XC1V. ACrumfor Pilgrims. 
 
 GO on ye Pilgrims while below, 
 In the fure paths of peace : 
 Determin'd nothing elfe to know, 
 But Jefus and his grace. 
 
 2 Obferve your Leader, follow him, 
 He thro' this world has" been, 
 
 Often revil'd, but like a lamb, 
 Did ne'er revile again. 
 
 3 O take the pattern he has giv'n, 
 And love your enemies : 
 
 And learn the only way to heav'n, 
 Thro' felf-deojal lies. 
 
 4 Remember you muft watch and pray, 
 While journ'ing on the road ; 
 
 Left you mould fall out by the way, 
 And wound the caufe of God. 
 
 5 Contend for nothing but the ffuit, 
 That feeds th' immortal mind ; 
 
 For fruitlefs leaves no more difpute, 
 But leave them to the wind. 
 
 6 Go on rejoicing night and day, 
 Your Crown is yet before ; 
 
 Defy the trials of your way, 
 The ftorm will foon be o'er. 
 
 7 Then you (hall reach the pcomis'd land, 
 With all the ranfonVd race, 
 
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 And join with all the glor'ous band, 
 To ling redeeming grace. 
 
 XCV. Longing for Cbrift. 
 
 O COULD I find from day to day, 
 A nearnefs to my God ; 
 Then mould my hours glide fweet away, 
 And live upon thy word. 
 
 2 Lord, I defire with thee to live 
 Anew from day to day, 
 
 In joys the world can never give, 
 Nor ever take away. 
 
 3 O Jefus, come and rule my heart, 
 And I'll be wholly thine, 
 
 And never, never more depart, 
 For thou art wholly mine. 
 
 4 Thus 'till my laft expiring breath, 
 Thy goodnefs I'll adore ; 
 
 And when my flem diflblves in death, 
 My foul fhall love thee more. 
 
 5 Thro* boundlefs grace I then ihall fpeni 
 An everlafting day, 
 
 In the embraces of my friend, 
 Who took my guilt away, 
 
 6 That worthy name (hall have tne praife. 
 To whom all praife is due ; 
 
 While angels and archangels gaze, 
 On fcenes forever new. 
 
 XCVf. The Bachjlider returning* 
 
 OWHAT a cruel wretch am I, 
 To leave my Jefus fo ! 
 And now without his fmiles I lie, 
 
 And know not where to go. 
 % Once I enjoy'd his fmiling face ; 
 
 But did not think fo foon ' 
 I fhould go mourning in diftrefs, 
 
 And all my comforts gone. 
 Not all the glories of this, earth, 
 
 Can do me any good ; 
 
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 My foul abhors all carnal mirth., 
 
 And groans to find my God. 
 4 O mould I fee his face again, 
 
 I'd tell him all my woe, 
 Confefs how guilty I have been 
 
 To leave my Jefus fo. 
 $ Then I will clafp him in my arms, 
 
 And he (hall have my heart ; 
 And earth with all her treaeh'rous charms* - 
 
 Forever mail depart. 
 XCVII. A Hymn on Bapti/m 9 by Anna Beaman, 
 
 of Warren in Connecticut , an being baptifed. 
 
 WHAT think you, my friends or the preach- 
 ing of John ? 
 Was it from heaven, or was it of men ? 
 We hear him declaring glad tidings of peace, 
 Proclaiming a Jub'lee, a year of releafe. 
 
 2 The Law and the Prophets continu'd till John, 
 Our Saviour hath told us when gofpel began ; 
 And fince that God's kingdom is preach'd fa : h. 
 
 the word, 
 And all men prefs in who have faith in the Lord. 
 
 3 The firft of the gofpel, the dawn of the day. 
 The voice of one crying prepare ye the way ; 
 Bring forth your repentance, ye viperous breed, 
 And think not to fay ye are Abraham's feed, 
 
 4 A new difpenfation to them he declares, 
 And preaches repentance to Abraham's heirs, 
 The children of Abraham's natural feed, 
 Found they had no right his baptifm. to plead. 
 
 5 But when he perceived repentance was their's* 
 Then he gave baptifm to Abraham's heirs ; 
 Thofe who had been fealed to covenant things, 
 We find him baptifing confeffing their fins, 
 
 6 He tells them their Saviour is already here, 
 And while he's baptifing our Lord doth appear 
 For to be baptis'd ; John fhrinks at the thing, 
 And owns he has need to receive it from him- 
 
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 7 But when be informed it was his requeft, 
 He freely baptis'd him as he did the reft ; 
 And this inftitution was own'd from above, 
 The fpirit of God was fent down like a dove. 
 
 8 And his fweet example is left on record, 
 Whoever fteps in they .will find a reward ; 
 They'll find. peace of confcience&joy in the fame, 
 When they* arc baptifed in Jems' own name. 
 
 9 The Eunuch we find was in hafte to receive 
 His water bapfifm, when he did believe ; 
 
 He went on his way rejoicing in God, ^ 
 
 While thofe that rebel muft be tailing his rod. 
 
 io The friends of Cornelius who heard Peter's 
 
 word, 
 Believ'd' and received the fcal of the Lord, 
 The Holy Gheff fell, then their joys did arife, 
 AndPeter commands that they mould be paptis'd. 
 
 ii "Saint Paul's great converfion he found in the 
 . way, [day ; 
 
 The light which fhone round him exceeded the 
 Then he was three days, neither drank nor did 
 Yet he was baptifed before he took meat, (eat, 
 
 iz We read that where thoufands believ'd in a 
 That they were bapiifed without a delay ; [day, 
 The houie of rhe jailer believ'd in the night, 
 And they were baptifed before it was light. 
 
 13 Forbear then to cenfure my being in hafte, 
 Or (hew me an inftance where it was the cafe 
 That primitive chriftians deferred the thing, 
 
 I anfiver my confeience to Jefus my King. 
 
 14 I'll tell you how gofpel appears unto me, 
 And pray to kind heaven that you all may fee ; 
 But the wife and the prudent 'tis hid from 
 
 eyes, [priz-. 
 
 While the babes of the kingdom rejoice in 
 
 15 Some call it baptifm and think it will i. 
 A few drops of water dropt from a men's r 
 In th' face of the infant, who's under the c 
 But we find no fcripture which proves it to ui. 
 
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 1 6 For there's no being bury'd with Chrift in this 
 
 cafe, 
 For Jordon or Enonwas John's chofen place: 
 Our Lord in a fountain, John did hitnbaptife, 
 And Chrift'sfweet example we honor and prize. 
 
 XCVIII. The Complainer reformed, 
 
 1SET myfelf againft fhe Lord, 
 Defpis'd his fpirit and his word, 
 And wifh'd to take his place ; 
 It vex'd me fore that I muft die, 
 And perifti too eternally, 
 Or elfe be fav'd by grace.- 
 
 2 Of ev'ry preacher I'd complain, 
 
 One fpoke thro' pride, and one for gain, 
 
 Another's learning fmall ; 
 This fpoke too faft and that too flow, 
 One pray'd too loud and one too low. 
 
 The others had no call, 
 
 3 With no profefTors could I join, 
 
 Some drefs'd too mean, and fome too fine, 
 
 And fome did talk too long ; 
 Some had a tone, fome had no gift, 
 Some talk'd fo weak, and fome fo fwift 
 
 That all of them were wrong. 
 
 4 I tho't they'd better keep at home, 
 Than to exhort where e'er they come, 
 
 And tell us of their joys ; 
 They'd better keep their gardens free 
 From weeds, than to examine me, 
 
 And vex me with their noife. 
 
 5 Kindred and neighbors all were bad, 
 And no true friends for to be had— 
 
 My rulers too were vile : 
 At length I was brought for to fee, 
 The fault did moftly lie in me, 
 
 And had done all the while. 
 
 6 The horrid loads of guilt and fhame, 
 (Being confcious too I was to bhme) 
 
 Did wound my frigbfned foul ; 
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 I've finn'd fo much againft my God, 
 I'm crufli'd fo low beneath his red, 
 How can I be made whole. 
 
 7 But there is balm in Gilead, 
 And a Phyfician to be had, 
 
 A balfom too mod: free ; 
 Only believe on God's dear Son, 
 Thro' him the victory is won, 
 
 Chrifl Jefus dy'd for me. 
 
 8 For Chrift's free love's a boundlefs fea ; 
 What ! to expire for fuch as me ? 
 
 Yes 'tis a truth divine ; 
 My heart did melt, my foul o'er run 
 With love to fee what God hath done 
 
 For fouls, as mean as mine. 
 
 9 Now I can hear a child proclaim 
 The joyful news, and praife the name 
 
 Of Jefus Chrift, my King ; 
 I know no fed, chriftians are one, 
 With my complaints I now have done,. 
 
 And God's free grace I fing, 
 
 io Glory to him who gave his Son, 
 To die for crimes which we had done, 
 
 And made falvation mine ; 
 For as we'd fold ourfelves for nought, 
 So without money we are bought, 
 
 A blerTed truth divine. 
 
 ii Come faints, rejoice in Chrift your King, 
 His folemn praifes fweetly fing, 
 
 And tell the world his love ; 
 Sinners invite for to receive 
 Of God's free grace, and not to grieve 
 
 The holy, facred Dove, 
 
 12 All thofe who do an int'reft gain, 
 In th' bleffed Lamb, that once was flain. 
 
 Will furely happy be ; 
 Their loud nofahnas they (hall raife, 
 A monument of God's high praife, 
 
 To4l! eternity. 
 
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 XCIX. Tbe Believer's baptifm difco<veredfrom tbe 
 Ark. 
 
 k EAR ChrifHan friends, come we will go 
 And fearch the ark with care 9 
 A type of Baptifm you know, 
 We'll fearch for infants there. 
 
 2 This figure fignifles the whole, 
 There's juft fo many here, 
 
 As did come in at Noah's call- 
 As did the deluge fear. 
 
 3 Here's Noah's fons, and his fon's wives— 
 But if they'd infant feed, 
 
 They in the deluge loft their lives, 
 Eight fouls werefav'd we read. 
 
 4 As they are cover'd in the ark, 
 It fignifles the fame, 
 
 As being bury'd in the Lord, 
 Where water covers them. 
 
 5 This man's a type of Jefus Chrift, 
 His ark of gofpel grace, 
 
 And thofe who made the happy choice, 
 Found fafety in the place. 
 
 6 They turn'd their backs on wordly things. 
 And here their fafety feel ; ; 
 
 So Gentiles fhould forfake their fins, 
 And then receive the feal. 
 
 7 Thus we have fearch'd the ark around, 
 And find no infants there ; 
 
 If there are any to be found, 
 We wifh to afk you where. 
 
 S We wifh in this you'd help our minds, 
 
 We can no farther go., 
 We dare not add to facred lines, 
 
 For there's a dreadful woe. 
 
 9 Our children's wants we mean to pleads 
 
 Their need of grace we feel, 
 But dare not call^hem Abraham's feed, 
 
 Nor feal them with his feal. 
 
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 10 The feal of promife can't be their's, 
 While bound beneath the curfe, 
 
 Gentiles can ne'er be Abraham's heirs, 
 'Till they in Jefus truft. 
 
 1 1 Read the commiffion of our Lord, 
 To his difciples giv'n ; 
 
 A fweet and folemn binding word, 
 Juft as he went to heav'n. 
 
 12 Go forth, my friends, all nations teach, 
 When taught you may baptife, 
 
 Obferve my words where e'er you go, 
 Nothing of mine defpife. 
 
 13 Dear teachers all I pray attend, 
 And mark his promife here ; 
 
 He will be with you to the end, 
 If you attend with fear. 
 
 14 But if you turn his word around, 
 Baptife before you teach, 
 
 His bleffed canfe I fear you'll wound ; 
 Take heed I do befeech. 
 
 15 Take not the name of God in vafn, 
 On thofe without the ark, 
 
 Chrift Jefus knows his own by name, 
 By an eternal mark. 
 
 16 Thefe fealing marks pray don't convey* 
 Nor mark your goats for fheep ; 
 
 Bat look to Jefus, he's the way. 
 His precepts always keep, 
 
 C. On Ifrael's Fall. 
 
 DOES it not grief and wonder move, 
 To think of Ifrael's dreadful fall, 
 Who needed miracles to prove, 
 
 Whether the Lord was God or Baal ? 
 
 2 Methinks I fee Elijah ftand, 
 
 His features glow with love and zeal, 
 In faith and pray'r he lifts his hand, 
 And makes to heav'n his great appeal. 
 
 3 O God ! if I thy fervant am, 
 
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 If 'tis thy meflage fills my heart, 
 Now glorify thy holy name, 
 
 And fhevv this people who thou art. 
 
 4 He fpake, and lo ! a fudden flame, 
 Confum'd the wood, the duft, the ilone ! 
 
 The people (truck', at onee proclaim, 
 •« The Lord is God, the Lord alone." 
 
 5 Like him we mourn an awful day, 
 When more for Baal than God appear ; 
 
 Like him, believers, let us pray, 
 And may the God of Ifr'el hear. 
 
 6 Lord, if thy fervant fpeaks the truth, 
 If he indeed is fent by thee, 
 
 Confirm the word to all our youth, 
 And let them thy falvation fee- 
 
 7 Now may the fpirit's holy fire, 
 Pierce ev'ry heart that hears thy word, 
 
 Con fume each hurtful, vain defire, 
 And make them know thou art the Lord. 
 
 CI. The Coronation of Cbrijt, 
 
 ALL hail the pow'r of Jems' name, 
 Let angels proft rate 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 JehVs rod, 
 And crown him Lord of all. 
 
 3 Ye chofen feed of Ifr'el's race, 
 A remnant weak and fmall : 
 
 Hail him who faves you by his grace, 
 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 love,, 
 Who feel your fin and thrall, 
 
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 Now joy with all the hoft above, 
 And crown him Lord of all. 
 
 6 Let ev'ry kindred, ev'ry tongue, 
 On this terreftrial ball, 
 
 To him all majejly afcribe, 
 And crown him Lord of all. 
 
 7 O that with yonder facred throng, 
 We at his feet may fall, 
 
 We'll join the everlafting fong, 
 And crown him Lord of all. 
 
 CM: The Preacher's FareiveL 
 
 BRETHREN I bid you all farewel, 
 And from my very heart, 
 AfrecYionately I do tell, 
 That you and I muft part. 
 
 2 And if I fee you not again, 
 I truft: that I can fay, 
 
 My labour (hall not be in vain; 
 That I have fpent this day. 
 
 3 I truft I can to record call, 
 All you that hear me now, 
 
 X have declar'd God*s counfels all, 
 As he did me endow. 
 
 4 I now depart, I leave you here, 
 I leave you -with the Lord, 
 
 And may we all henceforth appear, 
 To be of one accord. 
 
 5 And if we never meet again, 
 While we on earth remain, 
 
 D may we meet on CanaVs fhore. 
 And never part again. 
 
 6 There we (hall join to fmg God's praife, 
 And all his wonders tell, 
 
 And triumph-in his holy ways, 
 So brethren fare you well. 
 
 CIII. ThtCbriftian's Warrant. 
 
 THO* troubles aflail and dangers affrighr* 
 Tho friends all fhould fail & foes all unite* 
 
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 Yet one thing fecures us, whatever betide, 
 The promife affaires us, the Lord will provide. 
 
 2 The birds without barn or ftore-houfe are fed. 
 From them let us learn to truft in our head ; 
 His faints, what is fitting (hall ne'er be deny'd. 
 So long as it's written the Lord will provide. 
 
 3 We all may, like fhips, by temped be toft 
 On perilous deeps, but fhall not be loft ; 
 Tho' fatan enrages the wind and the tide, 
 Yet fcripture engages the Lord will provide : 
 
 4 His call we'll obey, like Abra'am of old ; 
 We know not the way, but faith makes us bold, 
 For tho' we are ftrangers we have a fure guide. 
 And truft in all dangers the Lord will provide. 
 
 5 When fatan appears to flop up the path, 
 And fills us with fears, we'll triumph by faith : 
 He cannot take from us (tho* off he has try'd) 
 This heart-cheering promife,the Lord willprovide 
 
 6 He tells us we're weak, our hope is in vain, 
 The good that we feek we ne'er ihall obtain ; 
 But when fuch fuggeftions our graces have try'd. 
 This anfwers all queftions, the Lord will provide. 
 
 7 No ftrengeh of our own, or goodnefs we claim* 
 Our truft is all thrown on Jefus* own name ; 
 In this our ftrong tower, for fafety we hide, 
 The Lord is our power, the Lord will provide. 
 
 8 When life finks apace, and death is in view. 
 The word of his grace fhall comfort us thro', 
 Nor fearing nor doubting with Chrift on our tide. 
 We hope to die fhouting, the Lord will provide. 
 
 CIV. The attraction of tht Crofs,— John x& 32. 
 
 YONDER— amazing fight ! I fee 
 ^ Th* incarnate Son of God, 
 Expiring on th' accurfed tree, 
 And welt'ring in his blood. 
 
 z Behold the purple torrent run 
 Down from his hands and head I 
 
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 The crimfon tide puts out the fun — 
 His groans awake the dead. 
 
 3 The trembling earth, the dark'ned fky, 
 Proclaim the truth aloud, 
 
 And with th' amaz'd Centur'an cry, 
 " This is the Son of God." 
 
 4 So great, fb va'ft a facrifice, 
 May well my hope revive ; 
 
 If God's own Son thus bleeds and dies, 
 The finner lure may live. 
 
 5 O that thefe cords of love divine, 
 Might draw me, Lord, to thee ! 
 
 Thou haft my heart, it (hall be thine, 
 Thine it ftiali ever be. 
 
 CV. Precious Promifes. — 2 Peter, iii. 4. 
 
 HOW firm a foundation, ye faints of theLord, 
 Is laid for your faith in his excellent word ? 
 What more can he fay than to you he hath faid, 
 You who unto Jefus for refuge have fled ? 
 
 2 In ev'ry condition, in ficknefs, in health, 
 In poverty's vale or abounding in wealth, 
 At home and abroad, on the land, on- the fea, 
 As thy days may demand, fliall thy ftrengthe'er be 
 
 3 Fear not, I am with thee-, O be not difmay'd, 
 I, 1 am thy God and will give thee aid ; 
 
 I'll ftrengthen thee, help thee, and caufe thee to 
 Upheld by my right'ous,omnipotenthand.[rtand. 
 
 4 When thro' the deep waters I call thee to go, 
 The rivers of woe fhall not thee o'erflow, 
 
 For I will be with thee thy troubles to biefs, 
 And fan&ify to thee thy deepeft diftrefs. 
 
 5 When thro' fi'ry trials thy path -way fnall lie, 
 My grace all-fufficient fhall be thy fupply ; 
 The flames (hall not hurt thee, I only deilgn 
 Thy drofs to confume, and thy gold to refine. 
 
 6 Even down to old age,all my people fh:;!l prove 
 My fovereign, eternal, unchangeable love ; 
 
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 And when hoary hairs fhall their temples adorn, 
 Like lambs they mail ftill in my bofom be borne, 
 7 The foul that on Jefus hath lean'd for repofe; 
 I will not, I will not defert to his foes ; 
 That foul,tho' all hell mould endeavour to (hake} 
 I'll never — no never— no never forfake. 
 
 CVI. Pleading ivitb God under afflifiion. 
 
 WHY mould a living man complain 
 Of deep diftrefs within ; 
 Since ev'ry figh and ev'ry pain, 
 Is but the fruit of fin. 
 
 z Now Lord, I'll patiently fubmit, 
 
 Nor ever dare rebel ; 
 Yet Aire I may here at thy feet, 
 
 My painful feelings tell. 
 
 3 Thou feeft what floods of forrow rife. 
 And beat upon my foul ; 
 
 One trouble to another cries, 
 Billows on billows roll. 
 
 4 From fear to hope and hope to fear 
 My fhipwreck'd foul is toft, 
 
 'Till I am tempted in defpair, 
 To give up all for loft. 
 
 5 Yet thro' the ftormy clouds, I'll look, 
 Once more to thee, my God ; 
 
 O fix my foul upon a rock, 
 Beyond the raging flood. 
 
 6 One look of mercy from thy face, 
 Would fet my heart at eafe, 
 
 One all creating word of grace, 
 Will make the tempeft ceafe. 
 
 CVII. The Go/pel tfrumpsf. 
 
 HARK, how the gofpel trumpet founds, 
 Thro' all the world the echo bounds, 
 And Jefus Chrift's redeeming blood 
 Is bringing finners home to God, 
 And guides them fafely by his word 
 to endlefs day. 
 
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 2 Hail all victor'ous conq'ring Lord, 
 By all the hpav'nly hoits ador'd, 
 Who undertook for fallen man, 
 And bro't falvation thro' thy name, 
 That we with thee might live and reign 
 
 in endlefs day. 
 
 3 Fight on, ye conq'ring faints, fight on, 
 And when the conqueft you have won, 
 Then palms of vicVry you ihall bear, 
 And in his kingdom have a fhare, 
 
 And crowns of glory you mail wear 
 in endlefs day. 
 
 4 Thy blood, dear Jefus, once was fpilr, 
 To fave our fouls from fin and guilt ; 
 And finners now may come to God, 
 And find falvation through his word, 
 And fail, by faith upon that flood 
 
 to endlefs day. 
 
 5 Thro* ftorms and calms by faith we (leer, 
 By feeble hopes and gloomy fears, 
 
 'Till we arrive at Cana'n's more, 
 Where fin and forrow are no more, 
 We fhout our trials there all o'er 
 to endlefs day. 
 
 6 Then we Ihall in fweet chorus join, 
 With faints and. angels all combine, *"• 
 To fing of his redeeming love, 
 When rolling years lhall ceafe to move, 
 And this (hall be our theme above 
 
 in endlefs day. 
 
 CVIII. A word .of comfort to the lambs of ' ChriJ \ 
 
 BLESS'D be my God that I was born 
 To hear the joyful found ; 
 That. I was born to be baptis'd, 
 Where gofpel truths abound. 
 
 2 Blefs'd be my God for what I fee, 
 
 My God for what I hear, 
 I hear fuch bleffed news from h$av'n, 
 
 Not earth nor hell I fear. 
 
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 3 I hear my Lord for me was born, 
 My Lord for me did die, 
 
 My Lord for me did rife again, 
 And did afcend on high, 
 
 4 On high he ftands to plead ray caufe, 
 And will return again, 
 
 Andfet me on a glor'ous throne, 
 That I with him may reign. 
 
 5 Glory to God tfre Father be, 
 Glory to God the Son, 
 
 Glory to God the Hoty Ghofr, 
 Glory to God alone. 
 
 CI X , Soul thirjitngfor Heave* - r 
 
 STILL out of the deepeft abyfs 
 Of trouble I mournfully cry ; 
 And pine to recover my peace, 
 And fee my Redeemer and die. 
 
 1 cannot, Icannot forbear 
 
 Thefe pafiionate longings for home ; 
 O ! when mall my fpirit be there ; 
 O ! when will the meffenger come. 
 
 2 Thy nature I long to put on, 
 Thine image on earth to regain ; 
 
 And then in the grave to lay down, 
 
 This burden of body and pain. 
 O Jefus in pity draw near, 
 
 And lull me to fleep on thy breaft, 
 Appear to my refcue, appear, 
 
 And gather me into thy reft. 
 
 3 To take a poor fugitive in, 
 The arms of thy mercy display, 
 
 And give me to reft from all fin, 
 
 And bear me triumphant away ; 
 Away from a world of diftrefs, 
 
 Away to the manfions above \ , * 
 
 A heaven of feeing thy face— 
 
 A heaven of feeling thy love. 
 
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 CX. A Parting Hymn, 
 
 LORD difmifs us with thy blefiing, 
 Send it down Lord from above, 
 May we all go home a praifing, 
 
 And rejoicing in thy love ; 
 Farewel brethren, farewel filters 
 'Till we all fhall meet above. 
 
 2 Pardon Lord now all our follies, 
 While together we have bee/i ; 
 
 Make us humble, make us holy, 
 Cleanfe us all from ev'ry fin, 
 
 Farewel brethren, farewel fillers, 
 'Till we all fhall meet again. 
 
 3 May thy prefence, Lord go with us, 
 To each one's refpedlive home $ 
 
 And the prefence of our Jefus, 
 
 Reft upon us ev'ry one ; 
 Farewel brethren, farewel fitters, 
 
 'Till we all fhall meet at home. 
 
 CXI. Not aJhanCd of Jefus. 
 
 JESUS, and fhall it ever be, 
 A mortal man afham'd of thee ? 
 Afham'd of thee whom angels praife I 
 Whofe glories fhine thro' endlefs days. 
 
 2 Afham'd of Jefus ? fooner far, 
 Let ev'ning blufh to own a flar, 
 He flied 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 he, 
 Bright morning ftar bids darknefs flee. 
 
 4 Afham'd Gf Jefus that dear friend, 
 On whom my hopes for heav'n depend 2 
 No, when I blufh be this my fharue, 
 That I no more adore his name. 
 
 5 Afham'd of Jefus ? yes I may, 
 When I've no guilt to wafh away £ 
 
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 No tears to wipe, no good to crave, 
 No fear of hell, no foul to fave. 
 
 6 'Till then, nor is my boafting vain, 
 'Till then I boaft a Saviour flain j 
 And now may this my glory be, 
 That Chrift is not afham'd of me. 
 
 7 His inftitutions will I prize, 
 
 Take up the crofs, the fhame defpife— 
 Dare to defend his noble caufe, 
 And yield obed'ence to his laws. 
 
 CXII. Baptifm, believers only have a right to iu 
 
 WHEN John tho' a man, baptifing began, 
 Believers in Jordon confefling their fins* 
 
 2 The Fharifees came, in Abraham's name, 
 For to be baptifed, and laid in their claim. 
 
 3 You vipers faid he, who warn'd you to flee, 
 Bring forth your repentance that fruits we may fee. 
 
 4 And think not indeed you- are Abraham's feed, 
 And fo for baptifm a right for to plead, 
 
 5 JBy this we may fee, baptifm to be, 
 For none but believers a privilege free. 
 
 6 Chrift Jefus by name, from Galilee came, 
 For to be baptifed, and was not afham'd. 
 
 7 John to him did fay, why com'ft thou to me, 
 For I have need to be baptifed of thee. 
 
 8 O fuffer it fo, for't b'comes us to (hew, 
 Allright'ous obed'ence wherever we go: 
 
 9 The rite was perform'd and Jefus return'd, 
 The bleffingofth' Father came down on the Son. 
 
 10 The Spirit of God defcends like a dove 
 And lights on our Saviour in tokens of love. 
 
 1 1 Ry this we may fee, the whole trinity, 
 Uuto our baptifm do jointly ag<ee. 
 
 12 We'll not be afham'd of Jefus Chrift's name, 
 He's precious unto us tho' finners biafpheme. 
 
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 13 We'll follow the Lord in his holy word, 
 Obed'ence unto him great comforts afford. 
 
 14 We'll follow him down to th' waters we're 
 
 bound ; 
 O fmners fee what an example we've found. 
 
 15 Farewel to my friends, farewel to my foes, 
 Farewel to this vain world wherein forrow grows. 
 
 CXIIL Godly forronjo arijing from the fufferings of 
 Chriji. 
 
 ALAS ! and did my Saviour bleed ? 
 And did my Sov'reign die ? 
 Would he devote that facred head 
 For fuch a worm as I ? 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Thanks to the Lamb, the loving Lamb, 
 
 Who dy'd on Calvary ; 
 The Lamb was (lain, fromheav'n he came* 
 
 To bleed and die for me. 
 The Lamb was (lain, yet lives again 
 
 •To intercede tor me. 
 
 2 V [Thy body flain, fweet Jefus thine, 
 
 And bath'din its own blood, 
 While all expcs'd to wrath divine, 
 
 The glor'ous fufPrer flood.] 
 
 3 Was it for crimes that I had done, 
 Ke groan'd upon the tree ? 
 
 Amazing pity 1 grace unknown, 
 And love beyond degree ! 
 
 4 Well might the h\n in darknefs hide, 
 And fhut his glories in, 
 
 .When God the mighty Maker dy'd 
 " For man the creature's fin, 
 
 5 Thus might I hide my blufhing face, 
 While his dear crofs appears, 
 
 Diflblve my neart in thankfulnefs, 
 And melt my eyes to tears. 
 
 « But drops of grief can ne'er repay 
 The debt of love I owe ; 
 
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 Here, Lord, I give myfelf away, 
 'Tis all that I can do. 
 
 CXIV. The Brethren's Farewth 
 
 BRETHREN farewel, I do you tell, 
 That you and I muft part ; 
 
 1 go away, but here you ftay, 
 
 But ftill we join in heart. 
 
 2 Aur love to me has run mod free, 
 Your converfation fweet ; 
 
 How could I bear to journey where 
 With you I cannot meet. 
 
 3 But ftill I find my heart's inclin'd, 
 To do my work below ; 
 
 When Chrift doth call, I truft I fhall, 
 Be ready for to go. 
 
 4 I leave you all both great and fmall, 1 
 In Chrift's encircled arms ; 
 
 Who will you fave from death and th' grave.* 
 And fhreld you from all harms. 
 
 5 I truft you'll pray both night and day> 
 (And keep your garments white,) 
 
 For you and me that we may be 
 The children" of -the light. 
 
 6 If you go firft, amen you muft, 
 Trie will of God be done ; 
 
 I hope the Lord will you reward, 
 With an immortal crown. 
 
 7 If I'm call'd home while I am gone* 
 Indulge ho tears for me ; 
 
 I hope to fing and praife my King 
 To all eternity. 
 
 B I long to go, fo farewel woe, 
 
 My foul fhall be at reft ; 
 No more fhall I complain nor figh, 
 
 But be forever bleft. 
 9 O may we meet and.be compleat, 
 1 And long toethger dwell ; 
 And ferve the Lord with one accord, 
 
 So brethren all farewel. 
 
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 CXV. The Youth's Re/oiution* 
 
 WHILE I am bleft with youthful bloom, 
 I will adore the facred Lamb, 
 Who bled and dy'd for me ; 
 If God infpires my heart with grace, 
 And lets me fee his mining face, 
 A pilgrim I will be. 
 
 2 I'll leave this world with all its toys, 
 And feek thole far fuperior joys, 
 
 That do in Jefus dwell ; 
 If Jefus be my God and King, 
 Immortal triumphs I will fing, 
 
 O'er all the powers of hell. 
 
 3 A frowning world I will defy, 
 And all thofe flatt'ring charms deny, 
 
 If Jefus ftands my friend ; 
 Not long I have this ftorm to ftand, 
 Of this enfnaring, barren land ; 
 
 My conflict foon will end. 
 
 4 Jefus my friend, my caufe will pkad, 
 Conduct my fteps, fupply my need, 
 
 And never let me fall : 
 jefus, will all my foes deft roy — 
 Will be my life, my ftrength, my joy ; 
 
 Jefus is all in ail. 
 
 5 With joy I'll fpend my fleeting days, 
 To found abroad his heavily praile, 
 
 And tell the world his love ; 
 And when I quit this mortal ftage, 
 I lhall in facred ftVains engage, 
 
 Among ihe faints above. 
 
 6 Where [ ihall with my Jefus dwell, 
 In joys beyond what tongue can tell, 
 
 On that immortal fhore ; 
 Jefus my love^hail be my joy, 
 His praifes be my fweet employ, 
 
 And part from him no more 
 CXV1. Unity. 
 
 LET ftrife forever ceafe, 
 And envy quit the field, 
 
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 Come join and live in love and peace a 
 And to the gofpel yield. 
 
 2 Let bitter words no more 
 Among the lirnts remain; 
 
 Let ev'rv member, ev'ry hour, 
 Submit to Jefus' reign. 
 
 3 One Lord we have to fear. 
 One faith we all confefs ; 
 
 To the fame baptifm adhear, 
 And magnify tree grace. 
 
 4 Then why mould we contend, 
 For meat and drink and drefs, 
 
 And crucify the Lord again, 
 And pierce his wounds afrefh, 
 
 5 When bitter words arife, 
 Then fatan has his ends ; 
 
 We wound the heart and hands of Chrift, 
 Amidft his chofen friends. 
 
 6 No more we'll feel the flame, 
 Nor judge ourfelves too wife ; 
 
 But fearch with care to find the beam, 
 That lurks within our eyes. 
 
 7 Unto the world we prove, 
 That we difciples are ; 
 
 They fhall behold us walk in love, 
 And fay the Lord is there. 
 
 8 Then we will live like thofe, 
 Who now agree in love ; 
 
 And when our eyes by death fhall clofe, 
 We'll join with them above. 
 CXVTI. Admonition to Chriftian Duties* 
 
 CHRISTIANS, if your hearts be warm, 
 Ice and fnow can do no harm $ 
 If by Jefus you are priz'd, 
 'Rife, believe and be baptis'd, 
 2 Jefus drank the gall for you, 
 Bore the curfe to mortals due ; 
 Children prove your love to him, 
 Never fear the frozen ftream. 
 
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 3 Never fliun the Saviour's crofs, 
 All on earth is worthlefs drofs ; 
 If the Saviour's love you feel, 
 Let the world behold your zeal. 
 
 4 Fire is good to warm the foul, 
 Water purifies the foul ; 
 
 Fire and water both agree, 
 Winter foldiers never flee. 
 
 5 Ev'ry feafon of the year, 
 Let your worfhip be fincere ; 
 When the ftorms prevent your roam, 
 Serve your gracious Lord at home. 
 
 6 Read his facred word by day, 
 Ever watching, always pray ; 
 Meditate his law by night, 
 This will give you great delight. 
 
 CXVIII. Northern Lights. 
 
 BEHOLD him ftreaming from the north, 
 Nations behold afar ; 
 Look to the Ikies with a furprize, 
 He flafhes through the air. 
 
 2 What can we think by what we fee, 
 
 But that our God will come, 
 Both in one day without delay, 
 
 And take his chofen home. 
 
 3 The ftreams of light ftream in the night, 
 Speaks forth the day will come, 
 
 When Chrift our King his troops will bring, 
 And raife the dufky tomb. 
 
 4 Gabri'l the man who then mall ftand, 
 One foot upon the fhore— 
 
 One on the fea, and fwear there'll be * 
 A pardoning time no more. 
 
 5 The ratling thunder all prepar'd, 
 Will burft the magazines ; 
 
 And bloting forth from fouth tp north, 
 With forked lightning ftreams. 
 
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 6 The fun gives up and flops his courfe 
 Of which he us'd to run ; 
 
 His daily journey round trie globe, 
 Is finifhed and done. 
 
 7 The moon no more mall wax or wane, 
 Nor give her borrow'd light ; 
 
 Nor wait upon the fons of men, 
 To give them light by night. 
 
 8 The ftars that fhine forth in the night, 
 Shall hear their awful call ; 
 
 And quit their mining feats of light, 
 And. down to earth they fall, 
 
 9 The folid world begins to flame, 
 The trump begins to found ; 
 
 And calls the dead out of their graves, 
 From underneath the ground. 
 
 jo Ye fleeping daft come forth you rauft 
 
 To meet your God and King ; 
 Sinners to cry eternally, 
 
 And all the faints to ling. 
 
 1 1 Then all thofe fouls who dilbelieve ; 
 Shall then begin their call ; 
 
 That God hath come of whom we've heard, 
 Ye mountains on us fall. 
 
 12 Hide us from him that comes a King, 
 His troops they are reveal'd ; 
 
 We're feiz'd with fear while we do hear, 
 His rumbling char'ot wheels. 
 
 13 The thunders play upon that day, 
 With all its horrid found ; 
 
 The Lamb once flain will come again, 
 And roll hisjudgments on. 
 
 14 The mountains melt, the fea retire?; 
 Convulfions feize the world ; 
 
 Hideous cracks do rend the rocks, 
 An,d thro' the air are hurl'd. 
 
 15 Ye faints that figh look to the iky, 
 Behold your King appears : 
 
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 The Ton of man with his foft hand, 
 Shall wipe away your tears. 
 
 16 Then all the faints will rife at once, 
 
 To meet him in the air ; 
 Singing they rife above the fkies, 
 
 And make them triumph there. 
 
 27 Then all in ranks they give him thanks, 
 
 And lift his name on high, 
 And fing they will and ne'er be ftill, 
 
 To long eternity. 
 
 CXIX. The Sinner's RefeZion. 
 
 AH Lord ! ah Lord what have I done ? 
 What will become of me ? 
 What mall I fay, what mail I do, 
 Or whither (hall I flee ? 
 
 2 By wand'ring I have loft myfelf, 
 And here I make my moan : 
 
 whither, whither have I ftray'd I 
 Ah ! Lord what have I done ? 
 
 3 The candle fearches all my rooms, 
 And now I plainly fee, 
 
 The num'rous fins of earth and hell 
 Are fummed up in me. 
 
 4 The feeds of all the ills that grow, 
 Are in my garden fown, 
 
 And multitudes of them are fprung : 
 Ah ! Lord what have I done ? 
 
 5 I have been fatan's willing (lave, 
 And his moft eafy prey : 
 
 He was not readier to command 
 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 I Lord what have I done ? 
 
 7 I puft at all the threats of heav'ri, 
 And flighted all its charms ; 
 
 Nor fatan's fetters would I leave 
 For ChrinVs inviting arms. 
 
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 8 I had afoul but priz'd it not, 
 
 And now my foul is gone ; 
 My forced cries do pierce the fkies ; 
 
 Ah ! Lord what have I done ? 
 
 CXX. The Pilgrims'* mutual Conference. 
 
 HAIL ! happy pilgrims, whence came ye, 
 And whither are ye bound ? 
 Who from the land of Egypt flee, 
 'Tis Cana'n we have found. 
 
 2 How came ye firft to walk this way ? 
 Were you alarm'd with fear ? 
 
 A fchool-mafter appear'd one day, 
 With countenance fevere : 
 
 3 His prefence ftruck our hearts with awe, 
 His eyes appear'd like flame ; 
 
 I am, faid he, the holy law, - 
 And from mount Sinai came* 
 
 4 Then lo, our fentence he declar'd 
 Was everlafting death : 
 
 For till his precepts were prepar'd, 
 We were expos'd to wrath. 
 
 5 At laft a mefTenger of peace, 
 Evangelift by name, 
 
 Appear'd and gave us fweet releafe, 
 From that devouring flame. 
 
 6 He pointed out the Lamb of God, 
 In that diftrefiing day, 
 
 And faid, behold his precious blood, 
 That takes your guilt away. 
 
 7 Thus, were we from our bondage freed. 
 And fet at liberty ; 
 
 Come then dear brethren, well agreed, 
 For thus redeem'd were we. 
 
 8 Come let us then togefher walk, 
 Together let us fing : 
 
 Be this the fubjeft of our talk, 
 To praife the Lamb our King. ' 
 
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 CXXI. The Simx*' s Jham and confufion* 
 
 SO foolifh, fo abfurd am I 
 That nothing can be more ; 
 Was ever fuch a monfter feen 
 Upon the earth before ? 
 
 2 I dare not look upon the earth, 
 The witnefs of my fin ; 
 
 My confcience is a doom's -day book, 
 I dare not look within. 
 
 3 Upward I durft not caft my eyes, 
 For there my judge doth fit : 
 
 Nor downwards whence the fmoke does rife 
 From the infernal pit. 
 
 4 How (hall I anfwer at the bar 
 Of him who is mod pure ? 
 
 I cannot anfwer for myfelf, 
 Myfelfl can't endure. 
 
 5 And as myfelf I can't endure, 
 Myfelfl cannot fly ; 
 
 Thus fools do fell themfelves for flaves, 
 And what a ilave am I ? 
 
 6 My heart the feat of folly is, 
 My life a life of fin ; 
 
 Surely I am more brutilh far, 
 Than ever brute hath been. 
 
 7 Is this my wit ? Is this my way 
 To make a glorious name ? 
 
 And thefe the thanks I've paid to heav'n <? 
 Ah ! what a beaft I am ! 
 
 8 The crown is fallen from my head, 
 My royal robes are gone ; 
 
 Confufion is my only cloak, 
 And I muft put it on. 
 
 9 And whilft I blufh, a^d whilft I bleed, 
 Here will 1 fit alone ; 
 
 And here I'll lead the leapper's life, 
 And make my doleful moan. 
 
 solan) not worthy of the earth, 
 
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 Nor worthy of the air, 
 Nor worthy of the wat'ry drop, 
 But of the damned's fare. 
 
 1 1 O ! how it kills my heart to think 
 
 Upon my foolifh ways ; 
 Yet this I'll bear and blefs the Lord, 
 
 Becaufe damnation ftays. 
 
 CXXII. Invitation to Sinners* 
 
 COME fmners to the gofpel feaft:, 
 Let ev'ry foul be Jems' gueft ? 
 Ye need not one be left behind, 
 For God hath bidden all mankind. 
 
 2 " Have me excus'd" why will you fay 1 
 From health, and life, and liberty I 
 From all that is in Jefus giv'n, 
 
 From pardon, holinefs and heav'n. 
 
 3 Come then ye fouls by fin oppreft, 
 Ye weary wand'rers after reft ? 
 
 Ye poor and maimed, halt and blind, 
 In Chrift a hearty welcome find. 
 
 4 See him fet forth before your eyes, 
 Behold the bleeding facrifice ; 
 
 His offer'd love let all embrace, 
 And freely now be fav'd by grace, 
 
 £ Ye who believe his record true, 
 Shall fup with him and he with you ; 
 Come to the feaft be fav'd from fin, 
 For Jefus waits to take you in. 
 
 6 This is the time, no more delay ; 
 This is the glorious gofpel day ; 
 Come in this moment at his call, 
 And live to him who dy'd for all. 
 
 CXXIII. Joy in the Holy Gbofl. 
 
 MY foul doth magnify the Lord, 
 My fpirit doth rejoice 
 In God my Saviour and my God, 
 I hear his joyful voice. • 
 
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 2 I need not go abroad for joy, 
 Who have a feaft at home : 
 
 My fighs are turned intofongs, 
 The Comforter is come. 
 
 3 Down from above the bleffed dove 
 Is come into my breaft, 
 
 To witnefs God's eternal love ; 
 This is my heav'nJy feaft. 
 
 4 This makes me Abba father cry, 
 With confidence of foul ; 
 
 It makes me cry my Lord, myGod, 
 And that without controul. 
 
 5 There is a ftream which iffues forth 
 From God's eternal throne, 
 
 And from the Lamb, a living ftream, 
 Clear as the cryftal ftone. 
 
 6 The ftreams do water paradife, 
 It makes the angels fing : 
 
 One cord'al drop revives my heart ; 
 Hence all my joys do fpring. 
 
 7 Such joys as are unfpeakable, 
 And full of glory too ; 
 
 Such hidden manna, hidden pearls, 
 As worldlings do not know. 
 
 8 Eye hath not feen, nor ear hath heard,. 
 From fancy 'tis conceal'd, 
 
 What thou, Lord haft laid up for thine, 
 And haft to me reveal'd. 
 
 9 I fee thy face, I hear thy voice, 
 I tafte thy fwceteft love ; 
 
 My foul doth leap : ButO for wings, 
 
 The wings of Noah's dove ! 
 io Then fhould I flee far hence away, 
 
 Leaving this world of fin ; 
 Then mould my Lord put forth his hand, 
 
 And kindly take me in. 
 
 ii TJhen fhould my foul with angels feaft 
 On joys that always laft : 
 
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 Blefs'd be my God, the God of joy, 
 
 Who gives me here a tafte. 
 CXXIV. Cbrijiians rejoicing in the hope and glory 
 of God. 
 
 LO ! we are journ'ing home to God, 
 Bid by the fpirit come ; 
 And in the way his children trod, 
 We feek our father's home. 
 
 2 We walk a narrow path and rough, 
 And we are tir'd and weak ; 
 
 Yet foon mall we have reft enough, 
 In thofe blefs'd courts we feek. 
 
 3 Nigh to the country we appear, 
 Stor'd with eternal blifs ; 
 
 We know, we quickly mail be there, 
 Ih fight our city is. 
 
 4 Upon mount Zion's diftant top, 
 A Lamb our eyes behold ; 
 
 'Tis Jefus, look ye children up, 
 He calls us to his fold, 
 
 5 V/e fee him with his raiment red, 
 As tho' befmear'd with blood, 
 
 As newly flain he ftands ; he bled, 
 Us to redeem to God.. 
 
 6 About him clad with fnowy vefts, 
 Appear a countlefs throng : 
 
 Thefe are his faints, his kings, his priefts, 
 Who fing th' eternal fong. 
 
 7 How bleft, how more than happy thefe, 
 Who thus their Lord attend ; 
 
 We, brethren, in their hofts fhall praife, 
 
 We foon fhall there afcend. 
 CXX V. A brief defer iption of the Children of God, 
 in a Dialogue. 
 
 WHAT poor defpifed company 
 Of travellers are thefe, 
 That walk in yonder narrow way, 
 Along that rugged maze ? 
 
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 2 Ah, thefe are of a royal line, 
 All children of a King ; 
 
 Heirs of immortal crowns divine, 
 And lo ! for joy they fing. 
 
 3 Why do they then appear fo mean ? 
 And why fo much defpis'd ? 
 
 Becaufe of their rich robes unfeen, 
 The world is not appriz'd. 
 
 4 But fome of them feem poor, diftrefsM, 
 And lacking daily bread ; 
 
 Ah ! they're of boundlefs wealth poffefs'd, 
 With hidden manna fed. 
 
 5 But why keep they that narrow road— 
 That rugged, thorny maze ? 
 
 Why that's the way their Leader trod, 
 They love and keep his ways. 
 
 6 Why muft they (hun the pleafant path, 
 That worldlings love fo well ? 
 
 Becaufe that is the road to death, 
 The open road to hell. 
 
 7 What is there then no other road 
 To Salem's happy ground ? 
 
 Chrift is the only way to God, 
 None other can be found. 
 
 CXXVI. Here I ivill dwell. 
 
 AH me, I'm never well but when 
 I on my beft beloved lean, 
 And then I'm never ill ! 
 Crofles and trials all are right, 
 And pain is fweet and troubles light, 
 Come whatfoever will. 
 
 2 Here I could wifti my greateft foe, 
 Mitrht reft like me/ and happy know 
 
 The riches of the Lamb ; 
 The ftreers would then be full of praife, 
 Of Jefus' blood, his gracious ways, 
 
 His mercy and his name. 
 
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 3 If Jefus will permit me, I 
 Will leaning on him live and die, 
 
 And great the bleffing count : 
 My life, dear Lord, I'd live to thee, 
 My death mould alfo glorious be, 
 
 Like Mofes on the mount, 
 
 4 By fweet experience I'd proclaim 
 To the followers of the Lamb, 
 
 Hear me, my friends, I fay ; 
 For I am happy, I am well, 
 Belov'd of God, unchangeable ; 
 
 And withhirn night and day. 
 
 CXXVII. Delight o/Praifefor the Holy Scriptures, 
 
 I BLESS the Lord, 
 Who gives his word, 
 To rule and guide me right ; 
 To hear him fay, 
 Love and obey, 
 Affords fupreme delight. 
 
 2 A holy joy, 
 Without alloy, 
 
 With facred tranfport flows* 
 
 From truth divine, 
 
 I feel it mine, 
 To give my foul repofe. 
 
 3 With facred love, 
 My pafilons move, 
 
 I burn with ftrong deflre ; 
 
 With holy aim, 
 
 And inward flame, 
 I feel my foul on Are. 
 
 4 By grace refin'd, 
 My fou! inchVd, 
 
 Shall confecrate my days, 
 
 As due to none 
 
 But God alone, 
 And give him all the praife. 
 
 CX XVIII. Longing aft$r Chrift. 
 
 COMPANIONS of thy little flock. 
 Dear Lord we fain would be : 
 
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 Our helplefs hearts to thee look up, 
 To thee, our Shepherd, flee. 
 
 2 O might I lean upon that bread 
 Which love and pity fill, 
 
 And now become thofe lambs carefs'd, 
 That in thy bofom dwell. 
 
 3 How fweet that voice, how fweet that hand, 
 Which leads to paftures fair, 
 
 Shews Cana'n's milk and honey land, 
 Lot of thy flock fo dear. 
 
 4 Rich grace, free grace, moft fweetly calls, 
 Directly come who will, 
 
 Juft as you are, for Chrift receives 
 Poor helplefs Tinners ftill. 
 
 5 'Tis grace each day that feeds our fouls, 
 Grace keeps us only pure ; 
 
 And O ! that nothing elfe but grace 
 May rule forevermore. 
 
 6 As one in heart let's all rejoice 
 The finner's friend to praife ; 
 
 The Shepherd dy'd — oh 1 'tis his voice 
 He'll us to glory raife. 
 
 CXXIX. Meat and Drink indeed. 
 
 TO-DAY Immanuel feeds his fheep, 
 The purchafe of his blood ; 
 To>day Jehovah keeps a feaft 
 For all the fons of God. 
 
 z The bread of God is freely giv'n, 
 
 The food of faints above ; 
 That living bread fent down from heav'n, 
 
 The fruit of pard'ning love. 
 
 3 Lo ! Chrift our fliepherd gave his life 
 To anfwer all our need ; 
 
 His body crucify'd, is meat, 
 His blood is drink indeed. 
 
 4 Ye hungry, thirfty fouls draw near, 
 And living bread receive ; 
 
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 Tafte the provifion of your God, 
 And freely eat and live. 
 
 CXXX. Another, 
 
 ARISE, my foul, with wonder fee 
 What love divine for thee hath done ; 
 Behold thy forrow, fin and grief, 
 Are laid on God's eternal Son. 
 
 2 See ! from his head, his hands, his htt 9 
 Sorrow and grief flow mingling down ; 
 
 DM e'er fuch love fuch forrow meet, 
 Or thorns compofe £0 bright a crown ? 
 
 3 Were the whole realm of nature mine,. 
 That were a prefent far too fmall : 
 
 Love fo amazing, fo divine, 
 Demands my foul, my life, my all? 
 
 CXXXI. Remembrance cf Qhriji in the Supper, 
 
 CHRIST, in that night he was betray'd, 
 Took bread, gave thanks, it break and faid 
 My broken body here you fee, 
 Take, eat it, and remember me. 
 
 2 Thus.alfo he the cup did take ; 
 Here's fealing blood, fhed for your fake : 
 Which doth my teil'ment ratify ; 
 
 Let all drink and remember me. 
 
 3 Your pardon, with what's for your good, 
 Is purchas'd with my deareil blood : 
 
 My blood to you makes pardon free ; 
 In drinking then remember me. 
 
 4 For hungry fouls here's manna rare, 
 God fends from heaven for your fare : 
 This manna falls now plentiouily ; 
 
 In eating then remember me. 
 
 5 Here God fets on a throne of grace, 
 Where iinful men may fee his face ; 
 My blood procures your accefs free ; 
 In drinking then remember me. 
 
 6 See here the tree of life with fruit 
 
 And leaves which heal, and flrength recruit jj 
 
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 Thefe I (hake down, poor foul to thee i 
 Eat freely, and remember me. 
 
 7 See Jacob's ladder here fet up, 
 A convenanting God at top ; 
 
 Climb and God will trahfaft with thee : 
 In doing this remember me. 
 
 8 Here runs of life the river pure, 
 
 Which our foul's wounds doth cleanfeand cure ; 
 It freely runs to all, you fee ; 
 In drinking then remember me# 
 
 CXXXII. Marriage Hymn. 
 
 LORD, from thy throne of flowing grace, 
 Thy choiceft blefftng give ; 
 And on thy fervants caufe thy face 
 To mine, and they (hall live. 
 
 2 Enrich them with thy heav'nly grace, 
 Unite their hearts in love ; 
 
 May they in all thy holy ways. 
 To thee themfelves approve. 
 
 3 Let harmony and holy love, 
 And friendfhip ever run 
 
 Thro' all their thot's and life, to prove, 
 Of twain they now are one. 
 
 4 Allure them, Jefus, with thy charms, 
 And joyfully they'll flee, 
 
 By faith and love into thine arms, 
 And thus be one in thee. 
 
 5 Adorn their houfe, adorn their ways, 
 With fruit divinely fair : 
 
 So in this world they'll (hew thy praife, 
 In th* next thy glory fhare. 
 
 CXXXIII. The Beggat >s Prayer. 
 
 ENCOURAG'D by thy word 
 Of promife to the poor, 
 Behold a beggar, Lord, 
 
 Waits at thy mercy-door— 
 No hand, no heart, dear Lord but thine, 
 Can help or pity wants like mine. 
 
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 z The beggar's ufual plea, 
 
 Relief from men to gain, 
 If offer'd unto thee 
 
 I know thou wouldft difdain ; 
 But thofe which move thy gracious ear 
 Are fuch as men would fcorn to hear. 
 
 3 I have no right to fay- 
 That tho' I now am poor, 
 
 Yet once there was a day 
 
 When I poffefied more ! 
 Thou knoweft from my very birth, 
 I've been the pooreft wretch on earth. 
 
 4 Nor dare I to profefs, 
 As beggars often do, 
 
 Tho' great is my diftrefs, 
 
 My faults have been but few ; 
 If thou ftiouldft leave my foul to ftarve, 
 It would be what I mould deferve. 
 
 5 Nor dare I to pretend 
 I never begg'd before, 
 
 And if thou now befriend, 
 
 I'll trouble thee no more ; 
 Thou often haft reliev'd my pain, 
 And often I muft come again. 
 
 6 Tho* crumbs are much too good 
 For fuch a wretch as I, 
 
 No lefs than children's food 
 My foul can fatisfy : 
 
 do not frown and bid me go ; 
 
 1 muft have all thou canft beftow. „ 
 
 7 Nor can I willing be 
 Thy bounties to conceal 
 
 From others, who like me, 
 
 Their wants and hunger feel ; 
 I'll tell them of thy mercy's ftore, 
 And try to fend a thoufand more. 
 
 8 Thy ways, thou only wife, 
 Our tho'ts and ways tranfcend, 
 
 Far as the arched Ikies 
 
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 Above this earth extend — 
 Such pleas as mine men would not bear, 
 But God receives a beggar's prayer. 
 
 CXXXIV. For the New Tear. 
 
 HAIL the new year that's now begun, 
 Now let us all to God return ; 
 From finful ways may we all ceale, 
 And with each other live in peace. 
 
 2 While thoufands have been call'd away,- 
 Yet ftill we live to fee the day : 
 
 With thanks to God then all draw near 
 To celebrate the happy year. 
 
 3 Wh.ie fome are Tick and fome eonfin'd, 
 Others depriv'd of fenfe and mind, 
 
 We yet retain them bright and clear, 
 To celebrate the happy year. 
 
 4 Then let us all to God repair, 
 And ofrer him our praife and pray'r : 
 Now unto him may we draw near, 
 To celebrate the happy year. 
 
 5 And now forfake all vice and fin, 
 And the* new year with God begin ; 
 Then* with great joy we mail appear 
 To celebrate the ha^py year. 
 
 9 Then truly happy fuch will be, 
 Who from all fin do always flee : 
 And unto Chrift will now give -ear. 
 Such we do wifli a happy year. 
 
 7 All then who fee their undone ftate, 
 Leaving their all for Jefus' fake ; 
 
 To fuch we can with joy fincere, 
 Wim them a happy, happy year. 
 
 8 All thofe who are now born again, 
 And in 'Chrift Jefus do remain, 
 
 All fuch as thofe we need not fear, 
 They will enjoy a happy year. 
 
 9 But true religion ftill we find, 
 Gives the moft peace unto the mind ; 
 
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 Poffeffors of it will appear, 
 To wifh us all a happy year. 
 
 CXXXV. Compofed on the death of a Wife, 
 
 HOW vain are the pleafures of time, 
 How fond are vain mortals of life, 
 There's nought of the heav'nly fublime, 
 ' There's nought bur confufion and ftrife. 
 
 2 My bride, the dear wife of my youth, 
 Lies panting and gafping for breath, 
 
 More pleas'd with the beauties of truth 
 And blefc'd in th' embraces of death. 
 
 3 Her druggies are long and fevere, 
 While ftruggiing and coughing (he fmiles, 
 
 Sa'ing, Jefus has made me his care, 
 I foon (hall forget all my toils. 
 
 4 She calls for the chariot of Chrift, 
 How (lowly it moves on the way, 
 
 How long, my Lord Jefus (he cries, 
 How long have I here for to ftay ? 
 
 5 Yet Jefus is faithful to me, 
 
 He pities the pains I now feel ; 
 I fhall not outftay his decree, 
 He gives me his love as a (eal. 
 
 6 Farewel my dear huiband, faith fhe, 
 Now from your kind bofom I leap, 
 
 With Jefus my bridegroom to be, 
 My flefh in the tomb for to (leep. 
 
 7 And thus (he continued to cry 
 For patience to wait for the word, 
 
 Till from us (lie leap'd, and did fly, 
 Forever to dwell with the Lord. 
 
 8 Now like a difconfolate dove, 
 
 I'm left, all alone for to mourn ; js 
 
 O may the kind powers above ..:., 
 
 Shew pity to me while alone. 
 
 9 I look thro' the rooms of my houfe, 
 Each door on its hinges doth mourn, 
 
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 While fearching I find not my fpoufe, 
 Nor will flie to me e'er return. 
 
 jo How lonefome my table to me, 
 How empty the place where (he fat, 
 
 What lonefome devotion I pay, 
 Where once we fo fweetly did meet. 
 
 1 1 And ftill for to heighten my grief, 
 My fons a kind mother have loft, 
 
 They can't go to her for relief, 
 O may they in God pet their truft. 
 
 12 And (hall I indulge my complaint, 
 And tell you how lonefome my bed ; 
 
 And try all my feelings to paint, 
 And fix to each note a dark fhade ? 
 
 13 There's npne that can learn my complaint, 
 UnJefs it is ftamp'd on their heart ; 
 
 Not all that gay heathens can paint 
 Can tell how true lovers do part. 
 
 14. But thofe who have loft their bed: part, 
 Torn from them, ftill leaving the wound, 
 
 May guefs how I feel at my heart, 
 
 And notes of this kind they can found. 
 
 15 My paflions will lead me too far, 
 My grief I will leave with the Lord ; 
 
 I truft I mail fliortly go where 
 
 Vain paffion can't lead from his word. 
 
 16 My lyric I now will conclude, 
 
 And pleas'd with the tho'ts of releafe 
 From troubles that me do furround, 
 To dwell in the regions of peace. 
 
 17 While I think of concluding my fong, 
 Methinks (he bends downward her wings 
 
 And whifpers you're not to ftay long, 
 You'll ihortly come home to our King. 
 
 18 She now views more wonder at once, 
 Than ages on earth can relate, 
 
 From nation to nation flie runs, 
 Then mounts to the heavenly feat. 
 
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 19 There waiting for further commands, 
 At length (he's dire&ed to fly 
 
 To further inhabited lands, 
 
 New glories and wonders to fpy, 
 
 20 And while fhe their beauties behold, 
 She having her lyre well ftrung, 
 
 Mounts up in a chariot of gold, 
 And ftrikes an eternal new fong. 
 
 21 How long, my dear Jefus, how long, 
 Ere I (hall come home to my King, 
 
 And join that eternal new fong, 
 And with my kind Efther to fing ? 
 
 22 It is but a moment or two, 
 
 I have in this world for to (lay, 
 Before I fliall leap and muft go 
 To fing in the regions of day. 
 
 23 With patience I'll wait for the morn, 
 Nor think the dark moments are long, 
 
 Until my Lord Jefus return, 
 Then join the angelical fong. 
 
 CXXXVI. On the great duty of Prayer. 
 
 WHAT var'ous hindrances we meet 
 In coming to the mercy feat ; 
 Yet who that knows the worth of pray'r, 
 But wilhes to be often there. 
 
 2 Pray'r makes the darkeft clouds withdraw, 
 Pray'r climbs the ladder Jacob faw ; 
 
 Gives exercife to faith and love, 
 Brings ev'ry blefling from above. 
 
 3 Reftraining pray'r we ceafe to fight, 
 Pray'r makes the chriftian armour bright ! 
 And fatan trembles when he fees 
 
 The weakeft faint upon his knees, 
 
 4 When Mofes ftocd with arms fpread wide, 
 Succefs was found on Ifr'el's fide ; 
 
 But when through wearinefs they fail'd, 
 That moment Amaleck prevail'd. 
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 5 Have you no words ? Ah, think again, 
 Words flow apace when you complain, 
 And fill your fellow-creatures' ears 
 With the fad tale of all your cares. 
 
 6 Were half our breath, thus vainly fpenr, 
 To heav'n in Amplication fent* 
 
 Our chearful fongs would often be, 
 Hear what the Lord has done for me. 
 
 CXXXVJI. The Work of a Mimjier. 
 
 BEFORE thy throne, eternal King, 
 Thy minifters their tribute bring ; 
 Their tribute of united praife, 
 For heav'nly news and peaceful days. 
 
 2 We fing the conqueft of thy fword, 
 And publifhloud thy healing word — 
 WHile angels found thy glorious name, 
 Thy faving grace our lips proclaim. 
 
 3 Thy various fervice we efteem, 
 Our fweet employ, our blifs fupreme, 
 And while we feel thy heav'nly love, 
 We burn like feraphims above. 
 
 4 No feraphs there can ever raife, 
 With us an equal fong of praife — 
 They are the nobleft work of God, 
 But we the purchafe of his blood. 
 
 5 Still in thy work would we abound, 
 Still prune the vine, or plow the ground ; 
 Thy Iheep with wholefome pafture feed, 
 And watch them with unweary'd heed. 
 
 6 Thou art our Lord, our life, our love, 
 Our care below, our crown above ; 
 
 praife Hi a 1 1 be our beft employ, 
 Thy pretence our eternal joy. 
 
 CXXXVIIL Chrifis Crucifixion, 
 
 JESUS drinks the bitter cup, 
 The wine prefs treads alone, 
 Tears the graves and mountains up> 
 By his expiring groan— 
 
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 Lo ! the pow'rs of heav'n he (hakes, 
 
 Nature in convulfion lies, 
 Earth's profoundeft centre quakes, 
 
 The great Jehovah dies. 
 
 2 Dies the glorious caufe of all, 
 The true eternal plan, 
 
 Falls to raife us from our fall, 
 
 To ranfom finful man — 
 Well may Sol withdraw his light, 
 
 With the fuff 'rer fympathize, 
 Leave the world in fudden night, 
 
 While his Creator dies. 
 
 3 O my God t he dies for me, 
 I feel the mortal fmart ! 
 
 See him hanging on the tree, 
 
 A fight that breaks my heart 1 
 O that all to thee might turn ! 
 
 Sinners ye may love him 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 humbled love ; 
 
 Sing, for Jefus is gone up, 
 
 And reigns enthron'd above ; 
 Lives our head to die no more, 
 
 Pow'r is all to Jefus giv'n, . 
 Worfhip'd as he was before, 
 
 Th' immortal King of heav'n. 
 
 CXXXIX. Cbrift's Afcenfio*. 
 
 HAIL the day that fees him rife, 
 Raviih'd from our wimful eyes ; 
 Chrift a while to mortals giv'n, 
 Re-afcends his native heav'n ; 
 There the pompous triumph waits ; 
 " Lift up your heads, eternal gates ! 
 <( Wide unfold the radient fcene, 
 " Take the King of Glory in I" 
 2 Him tho' higheft heav'n receives, 
 Still he loves the earth he leaves 5 
 
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 Tho' returning to his throne, 
 Still he calls the world his own ; 
 Still for us he intercedes, 
 Prevalent his death he pleads ; 
 Next himfelf prepares our place, 
 Harbinger of human race. 
 
 3 Maiter (may we ever fay) 
 Taken from our head to-day, 
 See thy faithful fervant, fee,. 
 Ever gazing up to thee ! 
 
 Grant, tho' parted from our fight., 
 High above yon azure height — 
 Grant our hearts may thither rife, 
 Foll'wing thee beyond the Ikies. 
 
 4 Ever upward let us move, 
 Wafted on the wmgs of love, 
 Looking when our Lord (hall come, 
 Longing, griping after home ; 
 There we fhall with thee remain, 
 Partners of thine endlefs reign, 
 There thy face unclouded fee, 
 Find our heav'n a heav'n in thee. 
 
 CXL. For a perjon under Temptation, 
 
 JESUS, lever of my foul, 
 Let me to thy bofom fly, 
 Y/hile the nearer waters roll, 
 
 While the tempeft ftiil is high ; 
 Hide me, O my Saviour, hide, 
 Till the ftorm of life is paft, 
 Safe into the haven guide, 
 O receive my foul at lair ! 
 
 2 Other refuge have I none, 
 
 Hangs my helplefs foul on thee— - 
 Leave, ah 1 leave.me not alone, 
 
 Still fupport and comfort me ; 
 AH my trull on thee is fUy'd, 
 
 All mine help from thee 1 bring, 
 Cover my defencelefs head 
 
 Y:hh the fliadqw of thy wing. 
 
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 3 Thou, O Chrift, art all I want, • 
 More than all in thee I find : 
 
 Raife the fallen, cheer the faint, 
 
 Heal the fkk and lead the blind. 
 Juft and holy is thy name ; 
 
 I am all unrighteouihefs ! 
 Vile and full of fin I am, 
 
 Thou art full of truth and grace. 
 
 4 Plenteous grace with thee I found, 
 Grace to pardon all my fin ; 
 
 Let the healing dreams 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. 
 
 CXLI. The Chrijlian's complaint and prayir for 
 the Impenitent. 
 
 AH woe is me, conftrain'd to dwell 
 Among the fons of night : 
 Poor finners dropping into. hell, 
 
 Who hate the gofpel light ; 
 Wild as the untam'd Arab's race, 
 
 Who from their Saviour fly ; 
 And trample on his pard'ning grace, 
 And all his threats defy. 
 
 2 Yet here alas ! in pain I live, 
 Where fatan keeps his feat ; 
 
 And day by day, for thofj I grieve 
 
 Who will to fin fubrnit ; 
 With guming eyes their deeds I fee, 
 
 Their puniihment is nigh, 
 I aflt with him who ranfom'd rue, 
 
 Why will you fin and die ? 
 
 3 Jefus, Redeemer of mankind, 
 Difplay thy faving pow'r ; 
 
 Thy mercy let thofe outcafts find, 
 To know thy gracious hour, ** 
 
 Ah ! give them Lord a longer fpacc ; 
 Nor fuddenly confume, 
 
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 But let them take the proffer'd grace, 
 And flee the wrath to come. 
 
 4 Open their eyes and ears to fee 
 
 Thy crof's, to hear the cries, 
 Sinner thy Saviour weeps for thee, 
 
 For thee he weeps and dies. 
 All the day long he meekly ftands; 
 
 His rebels to receive ; 
 And fhew his wounds, and fpreads his hands, 
 
 And bids you turn and live. 
 
 CXLII. The Tear of Jubilee. 
 
 BLOW ye the trumpet, blow 
 The gladly folemn found ; 
 Let all the Nations know 
 
 To earth's remoteft bound, 
 The year of Jubilee is come : 
 Return ye ranfom'd Tinners home ! 
 
 2 The gofpel trumpet hear, 
 The news of heav'nly grace : 
 
 Ye happy fouls draw near, 
 
 Behold your Saviour's face ; 
 The year of Jubilee is come ; 
 Return to your eternal home ! 
 
 3 Extol the Lamb of God, 
 The all-atoning Lamb ; 
 
 Redemption in his blood, 
 
 Throughout the world proclaim ; 
 The year of Jubilee is come, 
 Return ye ranibm'd finners home. 
 
 CXLIII. Prji/ffor the Hope of Glory, 
 
 I SOJOURN in a vale of tears, 
 Alas how can I fing ! 
 My harp doth on the willows hang, 
 Diftun'd in ev'ry firing. 
 
 2 My mufic is a captive's chain ; 
 Hafh founds my ears do fill ; 
 
 v (hall I fing i'vveet Zion's fongs., 
 On this fide Zion's hill ? 
 
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 3 Yet low ! I hear the joyful found, 
 Surely I'll quickly come ! 
 
 Each word much fweetnefs doth diftill, 
 Like a full honey comb. 
 
 4 And doft thou come my deareft Lord ? 
 And doft thou furely come ? 
 
 And doft thoti furely quickly come f 
 Methinks I am at home. 
 
 5 Come then my deareft, deareft Lord, 
 My fweeteft, fureft friend ; 
 
 Come for I loath thefe Keder tents ! 
 The fiery chariot 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 heav'n 
 To get a place for me ; 
 
 For 'tis his will, that where he is 
 There fhould his fervants be. 
 
 8 Canaan I view from Pifgah's top,. 
 Of Canaan's grapes I tafte ; 
 
 My Lord who fends unto me here, 
 Will fend for me at laft. 
 
 9 I have a God rfjta't changeth not, 
 Why fhould I be perplext ? 
 
 My God who owns me in this world, 
 Will own me in the next. 
 
 10 My deareft friends *hey dwell above, 
 Them will I go to fee ; 
 
 And all my friends in Chrift below,' 
 Will foon come after me. 
 
 CXLIV- The Sinner's Fears. 
 
 ALAS ! for I have feen the Lord, 
 . With a drawn fword he flood ; 
 Now might he fheathe it in my flefh, 
 
 And bathe it in my blood, 
 2 I've dar'd him with my mighty fins, 
 As it he was too flow ; 
 
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 But now he comes both arm'd and girt, 
 As an enraged foe. 
 
 3 What mail a guilty finner do, 
 When juftice does appear ? 
 
 O whither fhall I flee from him, 
 Whofe place is ev'ry where ? 
 
 4 As I can neither ftand nor fly, 
 So neither can I bear 
 
 The mighty hand which grinds the rocks, 
 And dcth foundations tare. 
 
 5 My pale, my poor, my trembling foul, 
 Does ftart at ev'ry thing ; 
 
 It hourly fears huge hofts of wrath 
 From this incenfed King. 
 
 6 Should he but his commiflion grant, 
 
 All creatures would engage 
 Againft me as their foe piofefs'd, 
 With an united rage. 
 
 7 My fears are juft, 1 deferve hell, 
 And 'tis my proper hire ; 
 
 But who can dwell; O who can dwell 
 
 With everlafting fire ; 
 CXLV. The Unknown World. — Com fojed on the 
 lolling of a BelL 
 
 HARK ! my gay friends, that folemn toll 
 Speaks the departure of a foul 1 
 Tis gone, that's all, we know not where, 
 Or how th' unbody'd foul doth fare. 
 
 2 In that myfterious world, none knows, 
 But God alone, to whom it goes ; 
 
 To whom departed fouls return, 
 
 To take their doom, to fmile or mourn. 
 
 3 Oh ! by what glim'ring light we view 
 The unknown world, we're haft'ning to ! 
 God has lock'd up the myftic page, 
 And curtain'd darknefs round the ftage 1 
 
 4 Wife heav'n to render fearch perplex'd, 
 Has drawn 'twixt this world and the next 
 
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 A dark impenetrable fcreen, 
 All behind which is yet unfeen ! 
 
 5 We talk of heav'n, we talk of liell ; 
 Eut what they mean no tongue can tell ; 
 *Heav'n is the realm where angels are, 
 And hell the chaos of defpair ! 
 
 6 But what thefe awful words imply, 
 None of us know until v.e die I 
 Whether we will or no we muft 
 Take the fucceeding vvoild on trull. 
 
 7 This hour perhaps our friend is well, 
 Death ftruck the next, he cries farewel. 
 I die ! and then, for ought we fee, 
 Ceafes at once to breathe and be. 
 
 8 Thus launch'd from life's ambiguous fliore, 
 Ingulf 'd in death, appears no more ; 
 
 Then undirected to repair 
 
 To diftant worlds, we know not where. 
 
 9 Swift flies the foul, perhaps 'tis gone 
 A thoufand leagues beyond the fun, 
 
 Or twice ten thoufand more thrice told, 
 Ere the forfaken clay is cold ! 
 
 io And yet who knows if friends we lov'd 
 Tho' dead, may be fo far remov'd ! 
 Only this veil of flefli between, 
 Perhaps they watch us though unfeen. 
 
 1 1 Whilft we their lofs lamenting fay, 
 They're out of hearing, far away ; 
 Guardians to us perhaps they're near, 
 Conceal'd in vehicles of air. 
 
 iz And yet no notices they give, 
 Nor tell us where, or how they live ; 
 Tho' confeious, whilft with us below, 
 How much themfelves defir'd to know : 
 
 13 As if bound up by folemn fate, 
 To keep this fecret of their ftate, 
 To tell their joys or pain to none, 
 That man might live by faith alone,. 
 
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 14 Well, let my fov'reign, if he pleafe, 
 Lock up his marvellous decrees ; 
 Why fliould I wifh him to reveal, 
 What he thinks proper to conceal ? 
 
 15 It is enough that I believe. 
 Heav'n's brighter than I can conceive, 
 And he that makes it all his care 
 
 To ferve God here fhall fee him there ! 
 
 16 But oh ! what worlds fhall I furvey, 
 The moment that 1 leave this day ? 
 How fudden the furprife, how new ! 
 Let it my God be happy too. 
 
 GXLVI. On the bardnefs of the. Heart v 
 
 OFOR a glance of heav'nly day, 
 To take the ftubborn done away ; 
 And thaw with beams of love divine, 
 This heart, this frozen heart of mine. 
 
 2 The rocks can rent, the earth can quake ; 
 The fea can roar, the mountains (hake ; 
 
 Of feeling all things (hew fome fign, 
 But this unfeeling heart of mine. 
 
 3 Thy judgments too unmov'd I hear, 
 (Amazing thought) which devils fear ; 
 Goodnefs and wrath in vain combine, 
 To ftir this ftupid heart of mine. 
 
 4 To hear the forrow thou haft felt, 
 Dear Lord, an adament would melt, 
 But I can read each moving line, 
 And nothing move this heart of mine. 
 
 5 But fomething yet can do the deed, 
 And that dear fomething much I need ; 
 Thy fpirit can from drofs refine, 
 
 And move and melt this heart of mine. 
 CXLVII. The Eternity of God, and man's mor- 
 tality* Pf. xc. 
 LORD, thou haft been thy childrens'^God, 
 All powerful, wife, and good, and juft, 
 In every age their fate abode, 
 
 Their hope, their refuge, and their truft. 
 
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 Z Before thy word gave nature birth, 
 Or fpread the ftarry heav'ns abroad, 
 
 Or form'd the varied face of earth, 
 From everlafting thou art God. 
 
 3 Great Father of eternity, 
 
 How ftiort are ages in thy light ! 
 A thoufand years, how fwift they fly, 
 Like one fhort filent watch of night. 
 
 4 Uncertain life, how foon it flies ! 
 Dream of an hour, how fhort our bloom ! 
 
 Like fpring's gay verdure now we rife, 
 Cut down ere night to fill the tomb. 
 
 5 Teach us to count our fhort'ning days. 
 And with true diligence apply 
 
 Our hearts to wifdom's facred ways, 
 That we may learn to live and die, 
 
 6 O make our facred pleafures rife, 
 In fweet proportion to our pains, 
 
 'Till e'en the fad remembrance dies, 
 Nor one uneafy thought complains. 
 
 7 [Let thy almighty work appear, 
 With pow'r and evidence divine ; 
 
 And may the blifs thy fervants fhare, 
 Continued to their children mine. 
 
 8 Thy glorious image fair impreft, 
 Let all our hearts and lives declare ; 
 
 Beneath thy kind protection bleft, 
 May all our labours own thy care.] 
 
 CXLVIII. The Qoodnefs of God, Nahum i. 7. 
 
 YE humble fouls, approach your God, 
 With fongs of facred praife, 
 For he is good, immenfely good, 
 And kind are all his ways. 
 
 2 All nature owns his guardian care,, 
 
 In him we live and move ; 
 But nobler benefits declare 
 
 The wonders of his love. 
 
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 3 He gave his Son, his only Son, 
 To ranfom rebel worms ; 
 
 'Tis here he makes his goodnefs known 
 In its diviner forms. 
 
 4 To this dear Refuge, Lord, we come, 
 'Tis here our hope relies ; 
 
 A fafe defence, a peaceful home, 
 When ftorms of trouble rife. 
 
 5 Thine eye beholds with kind regard, 
 The fouls who truft in thee ; 
 
 Their humble hope thou wilt reward, 
 With blifs divinely free. 
 
 6 Great God, to thy almighty love, 
 What honors fhall we raife ? 
 
 Not all the raptur'd fongs above 
 Can render equal praife. 
 
 CXLIX, The Loving-kindnefs of the Lord, 
 
 Ifa, lxiii. 7. 
 
 AWAKE my foul, in joyful lays, 
 And fing thy great redeemer's praife, 
 He juftly claims a fong from me, 
 His Loving-kindnefs O how free ! 
 
 2 He faw me ruin'd in the fall, 
 Yet lov'd me notwithftandiag all ; 
 He fav'd me from my loft eftate, 
 His Loving-kindnefs O how great ! 
 
 3 Tho' numerous hofts of mighty foes, 
 Tho* earth and hell my way oppofe, 
 He fafely leads my foul along, 
 
 His loving-kindnefs, O how ftrong ! 
 
 4 When trouble like a gloomy cloud, 
 Has gather'd thick, and thunder'd loud, 
 He near my foul has always flood, 
 
 His loving kindnefs, O how good ! 
 
 5 Often I feel my finful heart, 
 JProne from my Jefus to dtuart ; 
 But tho' I have him oft forgot, 
 His loving kindnefs, changes not. 
 
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 6 Soon (hall I pafs the gloomy vale, 
 Soon all my mortal pow'rs muft fail ; 
 Oh ! may my laft expiring breath 
 His loving kindnefs fing in death 1 
 
 7 Then let me mount and foar away, 
 To the bright world of endlefs day ; 
 And fing with rapture and furprife, 
 His loving kindnefs in the fkies. 
 
 CL. The Travellers' Pfalm. 
 
 HOW are thy fervants bleft, O Lord, 
 How fure is their defence 1 
 Eternal wifdom is their guide, 
 Their help Omnipotence. 
 
 2 In foreign realms and lands remote, 
 Supported by thy care, 
 
 Thro' burning climes they pafs unhurt, 
 And breathe in tainted air. 
 
 3 When by the dreadful tempeft borne, 
 High on the broken wave, 
 
 They know thou art not flow to hear, 
 Nor impotent to fave, 
 
 4 The ftorm is laid, the winds retire, 
 Obedient to thy will : 
 
 The fea that roars at thy command, 
 At thy command is ftill. 
 
 5 In 'midft of dangers, fears and death 
 Thy goodnefs we'll adore, 
 
 We'll praife thee for thy mercies pall, 
 And humbly hope for more. 
 
 6 Our life, while thou preferv'ft that life, 
 Thy facriflce (hall be ; 
 
 And death, when death mall be our lot, 
 Shall join our fouls to thee. 
 
 CLI. The excellency and fufficiency of the Holy 
 Scriptures. 
 
 FATHER of Mercies, in thy word 
 What endlefs glory Ihines ! 
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 Forever be thy name ador'd 
 For thefe celeftial lines. 
 
 2 Here may the wretched fons of want 
 Exhauftlefs riches find ; 
 
 Riches above what earth can grant, 
 And lafting as the mind. 
 
 3 Here the fair tree of knowledge grows, 
 And yields a free repaft, 
 
 Sublimer fweets than nature knows 
 Invite the longing tafte. 
 
 4 Here the Redeemer's welcome voice, 
 Spreads heavenly peace around ; 
 
 And life, and everlafting joys 
 Attend the blifsful found. 
 
 5 O may thefe heavenly pages be 
 My ever dear delight ; 
 
 And ftill new beauties may I fee, 
 And ftill increafing light ! 
 
 6 Divine inftruftor, gracious Lord, 
 Be thou forever near, 
 
 Teach me to love thy facred word, 
 And view my Saviour there. 
 
 CLII. The Go/pel of Chrift. 
 
 GOD, in the gofpel of his Son, 
 Makes his eternal councils known $ 
 'Tis here his richeft mercy mines, 
 And truth is drawn in faireft lines. 
 
 2 Here finners of an humble frame 
 
 May tafte his grace, and learn his name j 
 'Tis writ in characters of blood 
 Severely juft, immenfely good. 
 
 3 Here Jefus, in ten thoufand wrys, 
 % His foul attracting charms difplays, 
 
 Recounts his poverty and pains, 
 And tells his love in melting ftrains. 
 
 4 Wifdom its dictates here imparts, 
 
 To form our minds, to cheer our hearts ; 
 
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 Its influence makes the finner live, 
 It bids the drooping faints revive. 
 
 5 Our raging pafiions it controuls, 
 And comfort yields to contrite fouls ; 
 It brings a better world in view, 
 
 And guides us all our journey through. 
 
 6 May this bleft volume ever lie 
 Clofe to my heart, and near my eye, 
 Till life's laft hour my foul engage, 
 And be my chofen heritage 1 
 
 CLIII. • The Go/pel worthy of all acceptation , 
 
 1 Tim, i. 15. 
 
 JESUS, th' eternal Son of God, 
 J Whom Seraphim obey, 
 The bofom of the Father leaves, 
 And enters human clay : 
 
 2 Into our finful world he comes, 
 The meffenger of grace, 
 
 And on the bloody tree expires, 
 A victim in our place. 
 
 3 Tranfgreffors of the deepeft ftain, 
 In him falvation find : 
 
 His blood removes the fouleft guilt, 
 His fpirit heals the mind. 
 
 4 Our Jefus faves from fin and hell, 
 His words are true and fure, 
 
 And on this rock our faith may reft: 
 Immoveably fecure. 
 
 5 O let thefe tidings be receiv'd 
 With univerfal joy, 
 
 And let the high angelic praife 
 Our tuneful powers employ ! 
 
 6 " Glory to God who gave his Sort 
 * e To bear our fname and pain : 
 
 ce Hence peace on earth, and grace to mea 
 (t In endlels bleflings reign, " 
 
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 CLIV Support in God's^ovenant under trouble, 
 2 Sam. xxiii. 5. 
 
 MY God, the covenant ot thy love 
 Abides forever fure, 
 And in its matchlefs grace I feel 
 My happinefs fecure. 
 
 2 What tho' my houfe be not with thee, 
 As nature could defire ? 
 
 To nobler joys than nature gives, 
 Thy fervants all afpire. 
 
 3 Since thou, the everlafting God, 
 My father art become ; 
 
 Jefus, my guardian and my friend, 
 And heaven my final home ; 
 
 4 I welcome all thy fov'reign will ; 
 For all that will is love : 
 
 And when I know not what thou dofl, 
 I wait the light above. 
 
 5 Thy covenant the laft accent claims 
 Of this poor fault'ring tongue ; 
 
 And that mall the firft notes employ 
 Of my celeftial fong. 
 
 CLV. It is Jinijbed — John xix. 30. 
 ^^"■"-"MS finim'd, fo the Saviour cried, 
 
 j[ And meekly bovv'd his head and died, 
 'Tis flnifh'd— yes, the race is run, 
 The battle fought, the victory won. 
 
 2 'Tis finifh'd — all that heaven decreed, 
 And all the ancient prophets faid 
 
 Is now fulfilPd, as was defign'd, 
 In me, the Saviour of mankind. 
 
 3 'Tis finifh'd — Aaron now no more 
 Muft ftain his robes with purple gore ; 
 The facred veil is rent in twain, 
 
 And Jewifli rites no more remain. 
 
 4 'Tis finifh'd — this my dying groan 
 Shall fins of every kind atone : 
 Millions mall be redeem'd from death, 
 By this my laft expiring breath. 
 
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 5 'Tis finilh'd — Heav'n is reconcird, 
 And all the powers of darknefs fpoil'd ! 
 Peace, love and happinefs again 
 Return and dwell with finful men. 
 
 6 'Tis £nifh'd--let the joyful found 
 
 Be heard through all the nations round ; 
 
 'Tis finifh'd— let the echo fly 
 
 Through heaven and hell, thro* earth and Iky. 
 
 CLVI, The converted Thief— -Luke xxiii. 42. 
 
 AS on the crofs the Saviour hung, 
 And wept, and bled, and dy'd, 
 He pour'd falvation on a wretch 
 That languifh'd at his fide. 
 
 2 His crimes with inward grief and fhame, 
 The penitent confefs'd ; 
 
 Then turn'd his dying eyes to Chrift, 
 And thus his prayer addrefs'd : 
 
 3 " Jefus, thou fon and heir of heaven, 
 " Thou fpotlefs Lamb of God, 
 
 " I fee thee bath'd in fweat and tears, 
 * f And welt'ringin thy blood. 
 
 4 '.' Yet quickly from thefe fcenes of woe 
 " Tn triumph thou (halt rife, 
 
 " Burfl through the gloomy lhades of death, 
 " And mine above the Ikies. 
 
 5 " Amid the glories of that world, 
 <e Dear Saviour, think on me : 
 
 ** And in the vicVries of thy death 
 " Let me a fharer be." 
 
 6 His prayer the dying Jefus hears, 
 And inftantly replies, 
 
 st To-day thy parting foul fhall be 
 " With me in Paradife." 
 
 CLVII. Pardoning Love, Jer. iii. 22. Hof. xiv.4, 
 
 HOW oft, aJas, this wretched heart 
 Has wander'd from the Lord ! 
 How oft my roving thoughts depart,, 
 Forgetful of his word ! 
 
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 2 Yet fovereign mercy calls, return : 
 Dear Lord, and may I come I 
 
 My vile ingratitude I mourn ; 
 O take the wanderer home. 
 
 3 And canft thou, wilt thou yet forgive. 
 And bid my crimes remove ? 
 
 And fhall a pardon'd rebel live 
 To fpeak thy wond'rous love ? 
 
 4 Almighty grace, thy healing pow'r 
 How glorious, how divine ! 
 
 That can to life and blifs reftore 
 So vile a heart as mine. 
 
 5 Thy pardoning love, fo free, fo fweet, 
 Dear Saviour I adore ; 
 
 O keep me at thy facred feet, 
 And let me rove no more. 
 
 CLVIII. Let the wicked for/ah his nvcj, 1)Si 
 Ifa. lv. 7 . 
 
 SINNERS the voice of God regard ; 
 'Tis mercy fpeaks to-day, 
 He calls you by his fovereign word, 
 From fins' deftruclive way. 
 
 2 Like the rough fea, that cannot reft, 
 You live devoid of peace, i 
 
 A thoufand flings within your breaft, 
 Deprive your fouls of eafe. 
 
 3 Your way is dark, and leads to Hell ; 
 Why will you perfevere ? 
 
 Can you in endlefs torments dwell, 
 Shut up in black defpair ? 
 
 4 Why will you in the crooked ways 
 Of fin and folly go ? 
 
 In pain you travel all your days, 
 To reap immortal woe. 
 
 5 But he that turns to God fhall live. 
 Thro' his abounding gract ; 
 
 His mercy will the guilt forgive, 
 Of thofe that feek his face* 
 
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 6 Bow to the fceptre of his word, 
 Renouncing every fin ; 
 
 Submit to him your fovereign Lord, 
 And learn his will divine. 
 
 7 His love exceeds your higheft thoughts, 
 He pardons like a God ; 
 
 He will forgive your numerous faults, 
 Thro' a Redeemer's blood. 
 
 CLIX. The Saviour's Invitation, John vii. 37- 
 
 THE Saviour calls — let every ear 
 Attend the heavenly found ; 
 Ye doubting fouls, difmifs your fear, 
 Hope fmiles reviving round. 
 
 2 For every thirfty longing heart, 
 Here dreams of bounty flow, 
 
 And life, and health, and blifs impart, 
 To banifh mortal woe. 
 
 3 Here fprings of facred pleafure rife 
 To eafe your every pain, 
 
 (Immortal fountain 1 full fupplies !) 
 Nor fhall you third in vain. 
 
 4 Ye finners, come, 'tis mercy's voice, 
 The gracious call obey ; 
 
 Mercy invites to heavenly joys — 
 And can you yet delay ? 
 
 5 Dear Saviour, draw relu&ant hearts, 
 To thee let finners fly ; 
 
 And take the blifs thy love imparts, 
 
 And drink, and never die. 
 CLX. As thy Days, Jo Jhall thy Strength be, 
 Deut. xxxiii. 25. 
 
 AFFLICTED faint, to Chrift draw near 
 Thy Saviour's gracious promife hear ; 
 His faithful word declares to thee, 
 T.hat as thy days, thy ftrength (hall be. 
 2 Let not thy heart defpond and fay, 
 " How (hall I ftand the trying day ?" 
 He has engag'd by firm decree, 
 That as thy days, thy ftrength fhall be. 
 
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 3 Thy faith is weak, thy foes are ftrong, 
 And if the conflict mould belong, 
 
 Thy Lord will make the tempter flee 5 
 For as thy days thy ftrength fhall be, 
 
 4 Should perfecution rage and flame, 
 Still truft in thy Redeemer's name ; 
 In fiery trials thou fhalt fee, 
 
 That as thy days, thy ftrength fhall be. 
 
 5 When call'd to bear the weighty crofs, 
 Or fore affliction, pain or lofs, 
 
 Or deep diftrefs, or poverty, 
 
 Still as thy days, thy ftrength fhall be. 
 
 6 When ghaftly death appears in view, 
 Chrift's prefence fhall thy fears fubdue ; 
 He conies to fet thy fpirit free, 
 
 And as thy days, thy ftrength fhall be. 
 
 CLXI. The Kingdom ofCbrifi, Phil. IV. 4, 
 
 REJOICE, the Lord is King, 
 Your God and King adore ; 
 Mortals, give thanks* and fing, 
 
 And triumph evermore ! 
 Lift up the heart, lift up the voice, 
 Rejoice aloud, ye faints rejoice. 
 
 2 Rejoice the Saviour reigns, 
 The God of truth and love ; 
 
 When he had purg'd our ftains, 
 
 Ke took his feat above : 
 Lift up the heart, lift up the voice, 
 Rejoice aloud, ye faints rejoice. 
 
 3 His kingdom cannot fail, 
 
 He rules o'er earth and heav'n 5 
 The keys of death and hell 
 
 Are to our Jefus giv'n : 
 Lift up the heart, lift up the voice, 
 Rejoice aloud, ye faints rejoice. 
 
 4 He all his foes fhall quell, 
 Shall all our fins deftrby j 
 
 And every bofom fwell 
 With pure feraphic joy : 
 
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 Lift up the heart, lift up the voice, 
 Rejoice aloud, ye faints rejoice. 
 
 5 Rejoice in glorious hope, 
 
 Jefus the Judge (hall come, 
 And take his fervants up 
 
 To their eternal home : 
 We foon fhall hear th' archangel's voice, 
 The trump of God fhall found, rejoice. 
 CLXII. Corner ftone—\ Pet. ii, 6.— Ifa. xxviii. 
 16. 17. 
 
 LORD, doft thou fhew a corner ftone 
 For us to build our hopes upon, 
 That the fair edifice may rife 
 Sublime in light beyond the fkies ? 
 
 2 We own the work of fove reign love ; 
 Nor death nor hell thefe hopes fhall move, 
 Which fix'd on this foundation ftand, 
 Laid by thy own almighty band. 
 
 3 Thy people long this ftone have try'd, 
 And all the pow'rs of hell defy'd ; 
 Floods of temptation beat in vain ! 
 Well doth this rock the houfe fuftain. 
 
 4 When ftorms of wrath around prevail, 
 Whirlwind and thunder, fire and hail, 
 'Tis here our trembling fouls fhall hide, 
 And here fecurely they abide : 
 
 5 While they that fcorn this precious Stone, 
 Fond of fome quickfand of their own, 
 Borne down by weighty vengeance die, 
 And buried deep in ruin lie. 
 
 CLXIII. Our Example, John xiii. 15. 
 
 AND is the gofpel peace and love ? 
 Such let our converfation be : 
 The ferpent blended with the dove, 
 
 Wifdom and meek fimplicity. 
 2 Whene'er the angiy paffions rife, 
 
 And tempt our thoughts 01 tongues to ftrife, 
 To Jefus let us lift our eyes, 
 
 Bright pattern of the Cnriftian life ! 
 
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 3 O how benevolent and kind ! 
 How mild ! how ready to forgive ! 
 
 Be this the temper of our mind, 
 
 And thefethe rules by which we live. 
 
 4 To do his heavenly Father's will. 
 Was his employment and delight ; 
 
 Humility and holy zeal 
 
 Shone thro' his life divinely bright. 
 
 5 Difpenfing good where'er he came, 
 The labors of his life were love ; 
 
 O, if we love the Saviour's name, 
 Let his divine example move. 
 
 6 Bat ah how blind ! how weak we are ! 
 How frail ! how apt to turn afide ! 
 
 Lord, we depend upon thy care, 
 And afk thy Spirit for our guide. 
 
 7 Thy fair example may we trace, 
 To teach us what we ought to be ; 
 
 Make us by thy transforming grace, 
 Dear Saviour, daily more like thee, 
 
 CLXIV. Weak believers encouraged, 
 
 YOUR harps, ye trembling faints, 
 Down from the willows take ; 
 Loud to the praife of Chrift, our Lord, 
 Bid every firing awake. 
 
 2 Tho' in a foreign land, 
 We are not far from home ; 
 
 And nearer to our houfe above, 
 We every moment come. 
 
 3 His grace fhall to the end 
 Stronger and brighter mine, 
 
 Nor prefent things, nor things to come, 
 Shall quench the fpark divine. 
 
 4 The time of love will come, 
 When we fhall clearly fee 
 
 Not only that he fhed his blood, 
 But each (hall fay, for me, 
 
 5 Tarry his leifure then, 
 
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 Wait the appointed hour ; 
 Wait till the bridegroom of your fouls 
 Reveal his love with pow'r. 
 
 6 Bleft is the man, O God, 
 
 That ftays himfelf on thee ! 
 Who waits for thy falvation, Lord, 
 
 Shall thy falvation fee. 
 
 CLX V. Hoping and Longing* 
 
 COME, Lord, and help us to rejoice, 
 In hope that we mall hear thy voice, 
 Shall one day fee our God ; 
 Shall ceafe from all our painful ftrife, 
 Handle and tafte the word of life, 
 And feel the fprinkled blood. 
 
 2 Let us not always make our moan, 
 Nor worlhip thee a God unknown ; 
 
 But let us live to prove 
 Thy people's reft, thy faint's delight, 
 The length and breadth, the depth and heighth 
 
 Of thy redeeming love, 
 
 3 Rejoicing now in earneft hope, 
 We 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 plenty grow ; 
 
 4 A land of corn, and wine, and oil, 
 Favour'd with God's peculiar fmile, 
 
 With every bleffing bleft : 
 There dwells the Lord our righteoufnefs, 
 And keeps his own in perfect peace 
 
 And everlafting reft. 
 
 5 O when (hall we at once go up, 
 Nor this fide Jordon longer ftop, 
 
 But the good land poffefs : 
 When fhali we end our legal years, 
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 Our forrows, fins, and doubts, and fears, 
 An howling wildernefs ! 
 
 6 O deareft Jolhua, bring us in, 
 Difplay thy grace, forgive our fin, 
 
 Our unbelief remove : 
 The heav'nly Canaan, Lord, divide, 
 And O, with all the fan&ify'd, 
 ; Give us a land of love ! 
 
 CLXVI. A Prayer fir the promijed Refl— 
 Ifa. xxvi. 3. 
 
 DEA~R friend of friendlefs finners hear, 
 And magnify thy grace divine : 
 Pardon a worm that would draw near, 
 
 That would his heart to thee refign : 
 A worm by felf and fin oppreft, 
 That pants to reach thy promis'd reft. 
 
 2 With holy fear and reverend love, 
 I long to lie beneath thy throne ; 
 
 I long in thee to live and move, 
 
 And flay myfelf on thee alone : 
 Teach me to lean upon thy breaft, 
 To find in thee the promis'd reft. 
 
 3 Thou fay'ft thou wilt thy fervants keep 
 In perfect peace, whofe minds (hall be 
 
 Like new-born babes, or helplefs iheep, 
 
 Completely ftay'd, dear Lord, on thee : 
 How calm their ftate, how truly bleft, 
 Who truft on thee the promis'd reft ! 
 
 4 Take me, my Saviour, as thine own, 
 And vindicate my righteous caufe ; 
 
 Be thou, my portion, Lord, alone ; 
 And bend me to obey thy laws ; 
 
 In thy dear arms of love carefs'd, 
 
 Give me to find thy promis'd reft. 
 
 5 Bid tjhc tempeftuous rage of fin 
 With all its wrathful fury die ; 
 
 Let the Redeemer dwell within, 
 And turn my forrows into joy : 
 
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 O may my heart, by thee pofitfs'd, 
 Know thee to be my promis'd red. 
 
 CLXVU. Refignaiion 5 or, God our portion* 
 
 MY times of forrow and of joy, 
 Great God, are in thy hand ; 
 My choiceit comfor :s come from t hee, . 
 And go at thy command. 
 
 2 If thou fhouldft take them all away,, 
 Yet would I not repine ; 
 
 Before they were pofTefs'd by me, 
 They were entirely thine. 
 
 3 Nor would I drop a murmuring word, 
 Tho' the whole world were gone, 
 
 But feek enduring happinefs 
 In thee, and thee alone. 
 
 4 What is the world with all its (lore, 
 'Tis but a bitter fweet ! 
 
 When I attempt to pluck the rofe. 
 A pricking thorn I meet* 
 
 5 Here perfeft blifs can ne'er be found, 
 The honey's mixt with gall, 
 
 Midft changing fcenes and dying friends, 
 Be thou my all in all. 
 
 CLXVIII. The Chilian's Spiritual Voyage. 
 
 JESUS, at thy command, 
 I launch into the deep ; 
 And leave my native land, 
 
 Where fin lulls all afleep : 
 For thee I would the world refign, 
 And fail to heav'n with thee and thine. 
 2 Thou art my pilot wife ; 
 My compafs is thy word : 
 My foul each florm defies, 
 
 While I have fuch a Lord ! 
 I truft thy faithfulnefs and pow'r 
 To fave me in the trying hour. 
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 3 Tho' rocks and quickfands deep 
 Thro* all my paffage lie, 
 
 Yet Chrift will fafely keep, 
 
 And guide me with his eye ; 
 My anchor hope fhall firm abide, 
 And every boiftrous ftorm outride. 
 
 4 By faith I fee the land, 
 The port of endlefs reft, 
 
 My foul, thy fails expand, 
 And fly to Jems' breaft ! 
 O may I reach the heavenly more, 
 Where winds and waves diftrefs no more. 
 
 5 Whene'er becalm'd I lie, 
 And ftorms forbear to tofs, 
 
 Be thou, dear Lord, ftiil nigh, 
 
 Left I mould fuffer lofs : 
 For more the treacherous calm I dread, 
 Than tempefts burfting o'er my head. 
 
 6 Come, Holy Ghoft, and blow 
 A profperous gale of grace, 
 
 Waft me from all below, 
 
 To heaven my deftin'd place : 
 Then, in full fail, my port I'll find, 
 And leave the world and fin behind. 
 
 CLXIX. Prayer anfivered by Crqffes. 
 
 IASK'D the Lord that I might grow 
 In faith, and fove, and every grace ; 
 Might more of his falvation know, 
 And feek more earneftly his face. 
 
 2 'Twas he who taught me thus to pray, 
 And he, I truft, has anfwer'd prayer ; 
 
 Bu«- it has been in fach a way, 
 As almoft drove me to defpair, 
 
 3 I hop'd that in fome favor'd hour, 
 At once he'd anfwer my requeft ; 
 
 And by his love's conftraining power, 
 Subdue my fms and give me reft. 
 
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 5 How new thy mercies then, 
 How fovereign and how free, 
 
 Our fouls that had been dead in fin, 
 Were made alive to thee. 
 
 Pause. 
 
 6 Now we expect a day, 
 Still brighter far than this, 
 
 When death ihall bear our fouls away 
 To realms of light and blifs. 
 
 7 There rapturous fcenesof joy 
 Shall burft upon our fight : 
 
 And every pain, and tear and figh, 
 
 Be drown'd in endlefs night. 
 S Beneath thy balmy wing, 
 
 O Son of Righteoufnefs, 
 Our happy fouls fhall fit and fing, 
 
 The wonders of thy grace. 
 
 9 Nor fhall that radiant day, 
 So joyfully begun, 
 
 In evening fhadows die away, 
 Beneath the fetting fun. 
 
 10 How various and how new 
 Are thy companions Lord, 
 
 Eternity thy love mail (hew, 
 And all thy truth record. 
 
 CLXXVI. At the Funeral of a Young Per/on. 
 
 WHEN blooming youth is fnatch'd away 
 By death's refiftleis hand, 
 Our hearts the mournful tribute pay, 
 Which pity mud demand. 
 
 2 While pity prompts the rifing figh, 
 O may this truth, impreft 
 
 With awful power, — I too muft die, 
 Sink deep In every breaft. 
 
 3 Let this vain world engage no more ; 
 Beheld the gaping tomb t 
 
i^ DIVINE HrMNS, ok. 
 It bids us feizethe prefent hour, 
 To morrow death may come. 
 
 4 The voice of this alarming fcene, 
 May every heart obey ; 
 
 Nor be the heavenly warning vain, 
 
 Which calls to watch and pray. , 
 
 5 O let us fly, to Jefus fly, 
 Whole powerful arm can fave ; 
 
 Then mail our hopes efcend on high, 
 And triumph o'er the grave. 
 
 6 Great God, thy fovereign grace impart, 
 With cleanflng, healing power ; 
 
 This only can prepare the heart 
 For death's furprifing hour* 
 
 CLXX VII. A pro/pea of the Rejurrefiion. 
 
 HOW long (hall Death the tyrant reign, 
 And triumph o'er the juft ; 
 Whilft the rich blood of martyrs (lain, 
 Lies mingled with the dull: ? 
 
 2 Lo, I behold the fcatter'd fhades, 
 The dawn of heav'n appears ; 
 
 The fweet immortal morning fpreads 
 Its blufhes round the fpheres. 
 
 3 I fee the Lord of Glory come, 
 And flaming guards around ; 
 
 The Ikies divide to make him room, 
 The trumpet fhakes the ground. 
 
 4 I bear the voice, "Ye dead art fe /" 
 And lo the graves obey ; 
 
 And waking faints \vj?h joyful eyes 
 Salute th' expecled day. 
 
 5 They leave the duft, and on the wing 
 Rife .to the midway air, 
 
 In mining garments meet their King, 
 And lo adore him there. 
 
 6 O may our humble fpirits Hand 
 Among them, cloth'd in white ! 
 
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 The meaneft place at his right hand 
 Is infinite delight. 
 
 7 How will our joy and wonder rife, 
 
 When our returning King 
 Shall bear us homeward thro' the fkies, 
 
 On love's triumphant wing 1 
 
 CLXXVIII. Felix trembling Acls xxiv. 24, 25. 
 
 SEE Felix, cloth'd with pomp and pow'r, 
 See his refplendent bride 
 Attend to hear a prifoner preach 
 "The Saviour crucify'd. 
 
 2 He well defcribes who Jefas was, 
 His glories and his love, 
 
 How he obey'd and bled below, 
 And reigns and pleads above. 
 
 3 Felix up ftarts, and trembling cries, 
 " Go for this time away ; 
 
 I'll hear thee on theie points again, 
 On fome convenient day." 
 
 4 Attention to the words of life, 
 Let Felix thus adjourn ? 
 
 Lord, let us make thefe folemn truths, 
 Our firft and lafl concern. 
 
 FINIS. 
 
A TABLE 
 
 To find any HYMN by the firft line. 
 
 A PAGE. 
 
 A LL bail the power of jefus' name 93 
 
 t £X Am * a ibldier of the crofs 1 1 
 
 Ariie my dear love, my undehTd dove 34 
 
 Alas and did my Saviour bleed 102 
 Ah Lord ! Ah Lord 1 What have I done 108 
 
 Ah me ! I'm never well but when 114 
 
 Arife my foul, with wonder fee 117 
 
 Alas ! for I have feen the Lord 129 
 
 Ah ! woe is me, conftrain'd to dwell 127 
 
 Awake my foul, in joyful lays 134 
 
 As on the crofs the Saviour hung 139 
 
 Afflicted faints to Chrift draw near 141 
 
 And is the gofpel peace and love 143 
 
 Almighty Maker, God 1 149 
 
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 BEHOLD a lovely vine 23 
 
 Bleffed be God for all 76 
 
 Bleft door of blifs to weary faints 17 
 
 Brethren I bid you all farewel 94 
 
 Bleil be my God that I was born 98 
 
 Brethren farewel I do you tell 103 
 
 Behold him ftreaming from the north 106 
 
 Blow ye the trumpet, blow 128 
 
 Before thy throne eternal King 124 
 
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 CHRIST our Lord is ris'n to day 36 
 
 Children of the heav'nly King 63 
 
 Come all ye faints and finners near 1 1 
 
 Come all weary travelers 18 
 Come all who've fpent your blooming days 72 
 Come brethren & .fillers that love my dear Lord 16 
 Come finners now approach your God 
 
 Come to the glorious gofpel- feaft 8 
 
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 Gome now poor Tinners fhare a part 23 
 
 Come ye redeemed of the Lord 21 
 
 Come ye finners poor and wretched 41 
 
 Chriftians if your hearts be warm 105 
 
 Chrift, in that night he was betray'd 1 17 
 
 Companions of thy little flock 115 
 
 Come finners to the gofpel fsaft 1 1 1 
 
 Come Lord and help us to rejoice 145 
 
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 DEAR chriftian friends, come we will go 91 
 
 Didft thou dear Jefus fuffer ihame 61 
 
 Diffufe thy beams and teach my heart 67 
 
 Difmifs us with thy blefiing Lord 30 
 
 Does it not griefe and wonder move 92 
 
 Drefs'd uniforrrLChrift's foldiers are 8 
 
 Pear friend of friendlefs finners hear 146 
 
 E 
 
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 TERNAL love, the darling fong 68 
 
 Enoourag'd by thy word 1 r$ 
 
 F 
 
 FAREWEL vain world I bid adieu 84 
 
 Farewel my brethren in the Lord 5 
 
 From whence doth this union arife 36 
 
 Father of mercies in thy word 135 
 
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 GOD's power and wifdom is difplay'd 42 
 
 Go on ye pilgrims while below 85 
 
 Great high prieft we view thee ftooping 32 
 
 Great God thy .watchful care we blefs 149 
 
 God in the gofpel of his fon 1 $6 
 
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 HAIL r ov'reign love that fjrft began 7 
 
 He dies the heav'nly lover dies t 15 
 
 How tedious and iaftelefc 'he hours 10 
 
 Hark hear ihe found on earth is found 33 
 
 Heav'nly thoughts create my fong 57 
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 Happy the man whofe will is bow'd 
 
 How various and how new 152 
 How firm a foundation ye faints of the Lord 96 
 
 Hark how the gofpel trumpet founds 97 
 
 Hail happy Pilgrims whence came ye 109 
 
 How long fhall death the tyrant reign 154 
 
 Hark my gay friends that folemn toll 1 30 
 
 Hail the new year that's now begun 120 
 
 How vain are the pleafures of time 121 
 
 Hail the day that fees him rife 125 
 
 How are thy fervants bleft, O Lord 135 
 
 How oft, alas, this wretched heart 139 
 
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 JERUSALEM my happy home 14 
 
 Jefus once for fmners (lain 40 
 
 Jefus I truft and go I muft 50 
 
 Jefus and fhall it ever be 100 
 
 Jefus thy bleflings are not few 62 
 
 Jefos drinks the bitter cup 124 
 
 Jefus lover of my foul 126 
 
 Jefus th* eternal Son of God 137 
 
 Jefus at thy command 147 
 
 I fojourn in a vale of tears 128 
 
 I am that I am 77 
 
 In the Lord's word left on record 38 
 
 I hear the gofpePs joyful found 39 
 
 I fet myfelf againft the Lord 89 
 
 I blefs the Lord 1 i 5 
 
 I afk'd the Lord that I might grow 148 
 
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 LET heav'n and earth rejoice 25 
 
 Let Chrift the glorious lover 8<r 
 
 Lord whither fhall I flee 27 
 
 Lord when fhall we mount up to thee 47 
 
 Lord when together here we meet 54 
 
 Lord in the morning I will fend 84 
 
 Lord difmifs us with thy blefling 100 
 
 Let ftrife forever ceafe ^04 
 
 Lo we are journ'ing home to God 1 1 3 
 
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