FROM THE LIBRARY OF REV. LOUIS FITZGERALD BENSON, D. D. BEQUEATHED BY HIM TO THE LIBRARY OF PRINCETON THEOLOGICAL SEMINARY JDWsion jj Section SEP 21 193* NEW SELESJ^Sipa, grt?<*> OF HYMNS, COLLECTED FROM VARIOUS AUTHORS, BY WILLIAM HUNT. Designed for the improvement, and adapted to the condii* tion of every character and circumstance in life. And the Spirit and the Bride say come ; and let him that hear- h, say come ; and let him that is athirst come : And whoever im take the water oj life freely. Rev. xxii. 17. BOSTON : PRINTED FOR THE COM^LER, 1815. A NEW SELECTION OF HYMNS. A MORNING HYMN. BY BISHOP KEN. AWAKE, my soul, and with the sun, Thy daily stage of duty run ; Shake off dull sloth, and early rise, To pay thy morning sacrifice. Redeem thy mispent time that's past ; Live this day as it were thy last ; To improve thy talents, take due eare, 'Gainst the great day thyself prepare. Let all thy converse be sincere ; Thy conscience, as the noon-day, clear ; Think how the all-seeing God, thy ways, And all thy secret thoughts surveys. "Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart, And with the angels bear thy part ; Who all night long unwearied sing, Glory to the eternal king. I wake, I wake, ye heavenly choir, May your devotion me inspire ; That 1. like you, my age may spend ; Like you, may on my liod attend. A 2 4 May J, like you, in God delight, Have ail day long my God in sight ; Perform, "like you, my Maker's will ! may I never more do ill. Glory to thee, who safe hast kept. And hast refresh'd me while I slept : Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake, 1 may of endless life partake. Lord, I my vows to thee renew : Scatter my sins as morning dew ; Guard my first spring of thoughts and willy And with thyself my spirit fill. Direct, control, suggest this day, All I design, or do, or say ; That all my pow'rs, with all their might, In thy sole glory may unite. f Christ's Sufferings. THRO'OUT our Saviour's life we trace- Nothing but shame and deep disgrace No perod else was seen, J Till he a spotless \ietim fell, Tasting in soul a painful hell, Caus'd by the creature sin. On the cold ground methinks I see My Jesus kneel and pray for me For this Fil him adore: Seiz'd with a chilly sweat thro'out, Blood drops did force their passage Through ev'ry opening pore. A crown of thorns his temples h> m . )iis back with I ashes all was tore, 'Till one the hones might see ! Mocking they push'd him here aud there, Marking; his way with tears, Pross'd by sin's heavy tree. Thus up the hill he heavy came, Round him they mock'd and m&de their game At length his cross they rear ! And can yon see the mighty God Gry out beneath sii/s heavy load Without one thankful tear ? Thus veiled in human;' He dies with anguish on the tree ! What tongue his grief can teli ? The shudd'nng rocks their heads decline, mourning sun rei'us'd to shine, When the Redeemer fell. en, shout with songs divine, drank the gall to give us wine To quench our parting thirst 5 Seraphs advance your voices higher, Bride of the Lamb, unite the choir, To praise your precious Christ, To be sung before going into public wor THE Saviour meets his floek to-day, hall I, in sloth, abide at home ? Shall I behind the people stay, When Jesus calls, there still is room ; I'll go it is a plaee of prayer, Who knows but God may meet me there ? A 3 To day Immanuel feeds his saints, And here the Christians find their King 5 They all lay open their complaints. And here the Saviour's praise they sing ; Into their number I'll presume, Since Jesus kindly bids me come. How long did faithful Anna wait, And sought the Lord full four score years, Both day and night, the temple gate She watch'd with many sighs and tears,, And scarcely left the house of prayer Till God vouch'dsafe to meet her there, Dear Saviour, then permit me power, And like the saints I'll watch for thee > Content till the appointed hour, When thou shalt be reveal'd in me ; Daily my soul within thy gate, •Shall for thy gracious presence wait. Remove temptation, O my Lord, And let my enemies be slain, "Who would withdraw me from thy word, And plunge me in the world again 5 And when the bridegroom shall appear, O ! may my soui be found in prayer. On the swiftness of time. MY days, my weeks, my months my yeais? Fly rapid, like the whirling spheres. Around the gteadv pole : Time, like a tide, its motion keeps, Till I shall launch those boundless deep?, Where endless ages roll. u ^ v The grave is near the cradle seen ; How swift the moments pass between, And whisper as they fly. Unthinking man ! remember this, Thou, 'midst thy sublunary bliss. Must groan, and gasp, and die ! ,My soul attend the solemn call : Thiue earthly tent must quickly lull, And thou must take thy flight Beyond the vast extensive blue, To love and sing as angels do, Or sink in endless night, Eternal bliss, eternal woe Hangs on this inch of time below? On this precarious breath, The God of nature only knows "Whether another year shall close Ere 1 expire in death. Long ere the sun shall run its round, I may be bury'd under ground, And there in silence rot : Alas ! one hour may close the scene. And ere twelve mouths may roll between My name be quite forgot. P»»t shall my soul be then extinct, Or cease to live, or cease to think ? It cannot, cannot bo ; A 4 s Thou, my immortal, cannot die, What wilt thou do, or whither fly When death shall set thee free ! Will mercy then its arm extend ? Will Jesus be thy guardian friend,, And heaven thy dwelling place ? Or shall insulting fiends appear To drag thee down to dark despair., Beyond the reach of grace ? A heaven or hell and these alone, Beyond this mortal life are known, There is no middle state ; To-day attend the call divine, To-morrow may be none of thine, Or it may be too late. O ! do not pass this life in dreams, Vast is the change, whate'er it seems, To poor untbinking men ; Lord at thy footstool I would bow, Bid conscience tell me plainly now . What it will tell me then. If in destruction's road I stray, Help me to choose the 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 did. Redemption found in Jesus, under the idea of au anchor cast in a storm. Heb. iv. 19. NOW I have found the ground wherein' My souPs sure anchor may remain, The wounds of Jesus for my sin, Before the world's foundation's slain. Whose mercy shall unshaken stay. When heaven and earth are led away. Father, thine everlasting grace, Our scanty thoughts surpasses i'dv, Thy heart stiil melts wkh tenderness ; Thy arms of love still open are, Returning sinners to receive, That mercy they may taste, and live. By faith I plunge me in this sea, Here is my hope, my joy and rest; a here when hell assaults I flee, rook into my Saviour's.breast 31 way sad doubts and anxious fear, Mercy is all that's written there. 'j The' wave? and storms go o'er my head'; Tho' health and strength and friends be £ 'joys be wiiher'd all and dead, Though every comfort be wit h drawn, On thee my steadfast soul relies ; Father, thy mercy never dies. /nund, I will remain, 'Tho' mv heart fail and ftesfi dcrav, * \ 5 id Tin? anchor shall my soul sustain, When earth's foundation melts away $ Mercy's full power I then shall prove, Lov-d with an everlasting love. What in thy love possess I not, My star by night, my sun by day, My springs of life when parch'd with drought, My wine to cheer, my bread to stay, My shield, my strength, my safe abode, My palace, Saviour, and my God. Gospel minister's call or commission. Frwn several scriptures. THUS saith the Lord, your master dear£ O ye, his servants, whom he sends To preach his gospel far and near. E'en to the world's remotest ends. 54 Go forth ye heralds in my name, 44 Sweetly the gospel trumpet sound ; 44 The glorious jubilee proclaim, " Where'er the human race is found. " Convince a world of sinners blind, 44 And shew i-hem where their danger lies. 44 The broken hearted careful bind, " And wipe the tears from weeping eyes. " Be wise as serpents where you go, fi Yet harmless as the peaceful dove ; m il " And let your whole deportment show, * That you're comniission'd from above, fi And as you freely have received, " E'en so to others freely give ; " So shall your message be believ'd, " And many dying sinners live." Blaster, thy word we have obey'd (Said Christ's sweet messengers of peace,) " And lo the devils are dismay'd, " Trembling they flee before our face." Oh ! if I had an angel's voice, And could be heard from pole to pole, I would to all the listening world, Proclaim thy goodness to my soul. O happy servants of the Lord, Who thus their Master's will obey ; Immensely great is the reward, They shall receive another day. The Exiles of Eden, THERE fell from God's favor two exiles of Eden, They wander'd through deserts of sorrow and pain, Were banish'd from Paradise the place of their freedom. And we their posterity are apt to complain, 12 Oh never again in the green shady bovvers, Where our first parents dwelt, shall we spend the sweet hours, Nor taste of the fruits, nor regale on the flowers, sound to the numbers of Eden again. Oh hard is our fate, said the heart broken strangers, The brutdl creation's more happy than we, Surrounded with troubles, temptations and dan- gers, If God had been just, would such evils then be ? Hush all these complaints, let us mend our be- havior, We shall not go mourning as Exiles forever, if we but repent and believe in a Saviour, Who died to redeem us and lives to restore : His character is lovely, it shines forth in splendor, He invites our attention to joys most sublime, He's mov'd with compassion, his heart is most tender, His blood has aton'd for the world of mankind, 1 'ome all ye despondent* with hearts now re- lenting, Convicted, condemned, with hearts now repent- Come just as you are, with souls all consenting, Accept of salvation in JESUS's name. He offers you pardon, he waits to embrace you, There's pleasure forever,come follow the Lamb, Religion's a calling that, will not disgrace you, 13 'lis honor from heaven aspiring to fame, Come ye ambitious who rise by gradation, Salvation's the glory of every nation, Come now and receive it, and take your big station, In heaven be crowned on JESUS's throne. Come all ye vain tiplers who often get heady, Who sup at the tavern and lodge in the street, You reel on a precipice, you ought to be steady, Or soon you will tumble and fall in the deep, Where liquids are plenty, and you'll not be craving, Where fiends are tormenting, the damned are raging, Where billows of justice in vengeance are roll- ing. O'erwhelraing forever in torment your souls, Come all ye vain youths who are doating in pleasure, Who revel in hall rooms and gamble by night, Yet strangers to happiness, neglectors of duty, In JESUS I find a superior delight. His voice is sweet music, his person endearing, To my spirits the wine of his kingdom is cheer- ing. My heart it is leeping my soul persevering, My Savior, my helper, my partner, my life. Come all ye poor misers, though richia your coffers, I doubt much if ev r you liberal will he, Unless you repent and take Christ at his offer. 14 Tour treasures lay useless, 'till death turns the key, You've ground down the poor to accumulate riches, Such impious conduct your character impeaches, The root of all evil your spirit bewitches, To make life pernicious and live in contempt. Come all ye hold Deists, who boast of your reason, Who will not believe what you can't compre- hend, Come meet your opponents, let's argue a season. And see how the conflict will torn in the end ; You've erected a Babel, come now and defend it. Comprehend your existence or else don't pre- tend it, Here rises a mountain and you can't ascend it, You're swamp'd in a valley and lost in despair. Come all ye bold Atheists who glory in error, Deny the true GOD and pay homage to chance, Be struck with conviction and tremble with horror, As you unto ruin so swiftly advance, By chance there's a God, and by chance there's a Savior, By chance there's a hell, you may feel it for- ever, By chance there's a heaven for each true be- liever, By chance there are Angels arid Cherubs above, 15 The chuvcli of the first born to bliss have at- tained. Though once they were exiles who wander'd in time, Eternity's before them, the mysteries explained, The glory of Heaven's unfolding in prime, Again they're restor'd to the most pleasing bowers, In the presence of God now they spend the sweet hours, Their souls are enraptur'd with heavenly pow- ers, To sing the sweet anthems of Eden regain'd, HYMN. LOVE divine, how fvveet thou art. When fhall I find my willing heart, All taken up bv thee ? 1 thirft, I faint, I die to prove The greatnefs of redeeming love, The love of Chrift to me ! Stronger his love than death or hell, Its riches are unfearchable ; The fir ft born fons of light, Dcfire in vain its dephts to fee ; '1 hey cannot reach the mv fiery, The length, and breadth, and fo. 16 God only knows the love of God , O that it now were fhed abroad In this poor ftony heart ! For love I figh, for love I pine ; This only portion, Lord, be mine I Be mine this better part ! O that I could for ever fit, With Mary at the Matter's feet ! Be this my happy choice : My only care, delight and blifs, My joy, my heaven on earth be this, To hear the bridegroom's voice S O that I could, with favour'd John, Recline my weary head upon The dear Redeemer's breaft : From care, and fin, and iorrow free, Give me, O Lord, to find in thee My everlafting refl ! HYMN, L. M. COME, Saviour, Jefus from above ! AIM me with thy heav'nly grace; Empty my heart of earthly love, And for thyfelf prepare the place. O let thy facred prefence fill, And let my longing fpirit tree ! Which pants to have no other will, But night and day to feall on thee, 17 While in this region here below, No other good will I purfue : I'll bid this world of noife and (how, With all its glitt'ring fnares, adieu. That path with humble fpeed I'll feek, In which my Saviour's footfteps Chine Nor will I hear, nor, will I fpeak, Of any love but thine. Henceforth may no profane delight Divide this confecrated foul : Poflefs it thou who haft the right, As Lord and Mafterof the whole. Nothing on earth do I defire, But thy pure love within my breaft ; This, only this, will I require, And freely give up all the reft. HYMN, L.M. Encouragement to Pray, MY foul, take courage from the Lore!, Believe and plead his holy word ; To him alone do thou complain, NorJIiait thou feek his fact in vain. Upon him call in humble prayer ; Thou ftill art his peculiar care ; He'll furely tu^n and fmile again, Norjhalt thou feek his face in vain. 18 However finful, weak, and poor, Still wait and pray at mercy's door. Faithful Jehovah muft remain, Nor jhalt thou feck his face in vain. Though the wild tempter's hellifh rage, Will, with his darts, thy foul engage, God through the fight mall thee fuftain, Nor Jhalt thou Feek his face in vain. Though the corruptions of thy heart Daily new caufe 01 grief impart, Pray that thy 1 lifts may all be (lain ; Nor Jhalt thou feek his face in vain. Though fharp affli&ians flill abound, And clouds and darknefs thee furround, Still pray, for God will all explain, Norflialt thou feek his face in vain. In him and him alone confide, Still at the throne of grace abide, Eternal vi£lory thou (halt gain, NorJIialt thou feek his face in vain. HYMN, L. M. SAY, which of you would fee the Lord ? You all may now obtain the grace : Behold him in the written word, Where John unveil? the Saviour's face. 19 Clear as the trumpet's voice he fpeaks To ev'ry foul that turns Its ear ; Amidft the golden candlefticks He walks : and lo ! he now is here. Prefent to all believing fouls, They fee him with an eagle's eye ; Down to his feet a garment rolls, Stain'd with a glorious crimfon die. A golden girdle binds his breaft, Whence ftreams of confolation flow, Milk for his new-born babes, who reft In him, nor other comfort know. ^lis form is as the Son of Man, His eyes are as a flame of fire ; . They dart a fin-confuming pain, And life and joy divine infpire. His fpotlefs purity of foul, We by a lovely emblem know : His head and hair are white as wool, White are they as the driven fnow. Glitter his feet like poliuVd brafs That long hath in the furnace flione. Brighter than lightning is his face, Brighter than the meridian fun. ^s many waters, founds his word, Sev'n ftars he holds in his right hand. B 1 20 Out of his mouth a two-edg'd fword Goes forth : before it who can ftand ? Lord, at thy ieet we fall as dead, Lay thy right hand upon our foul, Scatter our fears, thy Spirit *fhed, And all our unbelief controul. Tell us, " I am the firft and laft, *' Who liv'd and dy'd for all, am I " And lo ! my bitter death is paft, " And lo ! I live no more to die ! " I have the keys of death andhell"- Amen ! thy record we receive, And wait till thou our fpirits feal, And all in all forever live ! HYMN. O GLORIOUS hope of perfeB love ! It lilts me up to things above ! It bears on eagle's wings ; Ii gives my ravifh'd foul to tafte, And makes me for fome moments feaft With Jefus' priefts and kings. The things eternal I purfue ; A happinefb beyond the view Of thofe that bafely pant 21 For things by nature felt and feen : Their honours, wealth, and plcafures, mean, I neither have nor want. Nothing on earth I call my own : A ftranger to the world, unknown, I all their goods defpife ; I trample on their whole delight, And feek a city out of fight, A city in the skies. There is my houfe and portion fair, My treafure and my heart are there, And my abiding home ; For me my elder brethren ftay, And angels beckon me away, And Jefus bids me come ! I come, thy fervant, Lord, replies, I come, to meet thee in the skies, And claim my heav'nly reft ; Now let the pilgrim's journey end, Now, O my Saviour, Brother, Friend, Receive me to thy breaft ! HYMN. C. M. O JOYFUL found of gofpel-grace, Chrift fhall in me appear ! I, even I fhall fee his face ; I mall be holy here. B 2 22 The glorious crown of righteoufnei's To me reach'd out I view ; Conqu'ror through him I foon (hall feize And wear it as my due. The promis'd land from Pifgah's top I now exult to fee ; My hope is full (O glorious hope) Of immortality. He vifits now this houfe of clay ; He (hakes his future home : O would' ft thou, Lord, in this glad day, Into thy temple come. With me, I know, I feel thou art, But this can not fuffice, Unlefs thou panteft in my hearty A conftant paradife. My earth thou wat'reft from on higk . But make it all a pool : Spring up, O well, I ever cry, Spring up within my foul. Come, O my God, thyfelf reveal * Fill all this mighty void : Thou only canft my fpirit fill, Come, O my God, my God. Fulfil, fulfil my large defires. Large as infinity ; 23 Give, give- me all my foul require?. All, all that is in thee. HYMN. COME, thou fount of ev'ry b!e fling Tune my heart to fmg thy grace ! Streams of mercy never cealing, Call for fongs of loudeft praife ; Teach me fome melodious fonnet, Sung by flaming tongues above ; Praife the mount — I'm fix'd upon it Mount of thy redeeming love ! Here I'll raife mine Ebenezer, Hither by thy help I'm come ; And I hope, by thy good pleafure, Safely to arrive at home : Jefus fought me when a ftranger, Wand'ring fiom the told of God He to refcue me from danger, Interpos'd his precious blood ! O ! to grace how great a debtor Daily I'm conftrain'd to be ! Let thy goodnefs, like a fetter, Bind my wand'ring heart to thee Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it, Prone to leave the God I love — Here's my heart, O take and feal it : Seal it for thy courts above, B 2 24 HYMN. THOU great mysterious God unknown, Whose love hath gently led me on, Ev'n from my infant days ; Mine inmost soul expose to view, And tell me if I ever knew, Thy justifying grace. If I have only known thy fear, And folio w'd with a heart sincere, Thy drawing from above : Now, now the farther grace bestow, And let my sprinkled conscience know. Thy sweet forgiving love* Short of thy love I would not stop, A stranger to the gospel hope, The sense of sin forgiv'n ; I would not, Lord, my soul deceive, Without the inward witness live, That antepast of heav'n. If now the Witness were in me, Would he not testify of thee, In Jesus reconcil'd ? And should 1 not with faith draw nigh, And boldly, Abby, Father, cry, I know myself thy child ? Ah ! never let thy servant rest, Till of my part in Christ possess'd, I on thy mercy feed .* Unworthy of the crumbs that fall, 25 Yet rais'd by hira who dy'd for all. To eat the children's bread. Whate'er obstructs thy pard'ning love. Or sin, or righteousness, remove, Thy glory to display : My heart of unbelief convince, And now absolve me from my sins 3 And take them all away. HYMN, L M. MY hope, my All, my Saviour thou? To thee lo ! now my soul I bow ; I feel the bliss my wounds impart, I find thee, Saviour, in my heart. Be thou my strength, be thou my way, Protect me through my life's short day In all my acts may wisdom guide, And keep me, Saviour, near thy side. Correct, reprove and comfort me ; As I have need, my Saviour be : And if I would from thee depart, Then clasp me, Saviour, to thy heart, In fierce temptation's darkest hour, Save me from sin and satan's pow'r 5 Tear ev'ry idol from thy throne, And reign, my Saviour— reign alone, B 4 26 My sufTring time shall soon be o'er, Then sha'll 1 sigh and weep no more : My ransom'd soul shall soar away, To sing thy praise in endless day. HYMN, L. M. The New Light. €OME, all who are New-lights indeed., Who are from sin and bondage freed : From Egypt's land we've took our flight. For God has given us a New-light. Long time we with the wicked trod. And madly ran the sinful road ; Against the gospel we did fight, Scar'd at the name of a New-light, At length the Lord in mercy call'd. And gave us strength to give up all : He gave us grace to ehoose aright A portion with despis'd New-lights. Despis'd by man, upheld by God, We're marching on the heavenly road Loud Hallelujahs we will sing To Jesus Christ, the New-light's king. Though by the world we are disdain'd* And have our names cast out by men ; Yet Christ our captain for us fights, Nor death, nor hell, can hurt New-lights 27 Come, sinners', with us New-lights join., And taste the joys that are divine ; Bid all your carnal mirth adieu : Come, join and be a New-light too. Your carnal mirth you'll count a toy, If once you know the heavenly joy : No solid joys are known below, But such as New-lights feel and know. I know not any sect nor part, But such as are New-lights in hearty If in Christ Jesus you delight, I can pronounce you a New-light. For since in Christ we all are one, My soul would fain let strife alone ; No prejudice can any bear, No wrath in those that New-lights are, Thus guarded by the Lord, we'll stand Safe in the hollow of his hand ; Nor do we scorn the New-lights name, Christians are all New-lights — Amen, Amen, amen, so let it be ; Glory to God, this light we see : New light from Christ to us given, New light will be our light iu heaven, B 5 28 HYMN. The Good Old Way. LIFT up your hearts, Emmanuel's friends And taste the pleasure Jesus sends ; Let nothing cause you to delay, But hasten on the good old way. CHORUS. And I'll sing hallelujah, And glory be to God on high, And I'll sing hallelujah, There's glory beaming thro' the sky. Our conflicts here, though great they be, -Shall not prevent our victory ; If we but watch and strive and pray, Like soldiers in the good old way. And I'll sing hallelujah, &c. O good old way ! how sweet thou art, May none of us from thee depart, But may our actions always say, We're marching in the good old way. And I'll sing, &c. Tho' Satan may his powers employ, Our happiness for to destroy, Vet never fear, we'll gain the day, And shout and sing the good old way. And I'll sing, &c And when on Pisgah's top we stand. And view by faith the promis'd land, 29 Then we may sing and shout and pray? And march along the good old way. And I'll sing, &c, Ye valiant souls for Heaven contend Remember glory's at the end, Our God will wipe all tears away, When we have run the good old way. And I'll sing, #c. Then far beyond this mortal shore, We'll meet with those who've gone before, And shout to think we've gain'd the day, By marching in the good old way. And I'll sing, &c. HYMN, P. M. OUR guns and our swords we'll send home tc perdition. For that is the place from whence murder first came, We profes* to have union with our precious Abel, And resolved to have nothing to do with old Cain. CHORUS. March alow*, march along, O ye sons of the Jubilee, March ye along, and win the gospel field, 30 March along, march along, O ye sons of the Ju- bilee, Ye must not give over, ye never must yield. Old Esau he hunts, while Jacob gains the bles- sing, For God in his wisdom has ordered it so, The one stays at home, while the other's forced to travel, But God is still with him wherever he goes. March along, march along,