FROM THE LIBRARY OF REV. LOUIS FITZGERALD BENSON, D. D. BEQUEATHED BY HIM TO THE LIBRARY OF PRINCETON THEOLOGICAL SEMINARY m a OSokr, ' 179 °' TABL? TABLE OF FIRST LINES, A. Hymn, 8cc: AFORMof words tho' e'er fo found, 65 Ah ! lovely appearance of death, 326 Ah ! what can I do, 336 Aias! and did my Saviour bleed, 83 Alas ! what hourly dangers rife, 89 All gracious God, thy people blefs, 152 All ye that pafs by, 261 Almighty God of truth and love, 107 Am I a foldier of the crofs, 97 And is it yer, dear Lord, a doubt, 259 And mull this body die, 228 And now, my foul, another year, 76 And will the Lord thus condefcend, 108 Another fix days work is done, 1 3 Arife my foul, my joyful pow'rs, 75 Arife, G King of grace, arife, 10 t Affift us. Lord, thy name to praife, 56 Awake and fing the fong, 163 Awake my (bul, and with the fun, 244 Awake my foul in joyful lays, 16 Awake my foul, awake mine eyes, 254 Awake our drowfy fouls, 276 Awake, fweet gratitude, and fing, . 63 Awake, ye Saints, and lift your eyes, 84 99 TABLE. g. E F O R E Jehovah's awful throne, u Before thy throne, eternal King, 2Q ] Behold the morning fun, Befet wuh fnares on cv/ry hand, ,5 Be with me Lord, where e'er I go, , j Befs, Q my foul, the living God; ' ?| Bleft are the fouls, that hear and know, melt is the man, who (huns the place, Bkft is the man, forever bleft, Bow ye the trumpet, blow, * fo glefs, O my foul the living God l\ •^cthren , let us join to bids, "1 Broad is the way that leads to death, Zg C. V^ Chnft and h.scrofs is all our theme, 4'j C .nftians m your fevcral Rations, Q iq « -ome all harmonious tongue* A Come, dcareftLord, defeend and dwell, ,2 ^defeend,0 heavenly Spirit, ' ^1 < ; omc holy Spirit, come, Z ' „ 2 Come holy Spirit heavenly dove, Q . Come hither all ye weary 'fouls, % Come humble fihners, m whole brcaft, 66 Come in ye blelfed of your God, l8 6 Come let us join our chearful fongs, 1QO Come O ' r d , Wai Tr eathlan § L " dhea ^ ? 3o Come, O my foul, and fi„g, X Come fmners,, faith the mighty God, 55 Come TABLE. Come found his praife abroad, 2 Come thou Almighty King, ^ Come thou font of every bleffing, „* Come we that love the Lord, ° 2 ; Come weary fouls, with fin diftrefs'd, i<>8 Come ye finners, come to fefus, ~ Come ye finners, poor and wretched, i lz Curit be the man, for ever curft, J 44 D. p\ EAR Jefus here comes. 9Qn JLJ Death as a fleep or gentle dofe, 2 Dilrmfs us with thy blefling, Lord, a ff Does it not grief and wonder move, i ! 7 Do we not know that folemn word, Jg Dread Sov'reign, let my evening W, 2Q , Dreis uniform the foldier wears, g? E. P A R T H has detained me priPner long, 34 J^ Encourag'd by thy word, 6 ' 2 ^ Ere I fleep for every favour, °\ Eternal power, whole high abode, It gternal fource of joys divine, ^ Eternal wifdpm. thee we praife, 26 F. pAR fV 0m my thoughts vain world begone, » F ( u Fat} ;^' be '^ ^ hence depart, * ' 68 father, I fi ng thy wondVous grace, °| Father, I fetch my hands to thee^ 10 o a 4 Esther TABLE. Hymn, &c. Father, (if thou my Father art.) 328 Father of mercies, bow thine ecir, 204 Father of mercies, in thy word, 28 Father, we wait to feel thy grace, 179 Frequent the day of God returns, 10 From thee, my God, my joys (hall rife, 8q GIVE thanks to God moft high, 270 Give to our God immortal praife, 42 Glory be to God on high, oqi Glory to God, who gave the word, 82 Glory to thee, my God, this night, 243 Go, preach my Gotyei, faith the Lordj 199 God moves in a myftcrious way, 79 God of all confolation take, 92 God of my falvation hear, 277 Gracious Lord, incline thine ear* 288 Grace! tis a charming found, 16a Great former of this various frame, 45 Great Father of mankind, 195 Great God indulge my humble claim, 41 Great God of wonders, all thy ways, 329 Great God, the Heav'ns well order'd frame, 332 Great Ruler of the earth and fkies, 212 Great was the day, the joy was great, 198 M. HA I L, Alpha and Omega, hail, 249 Hail, thou once defcifed Jefus, goo Hark, froaa the tombs a doleful found, 225 Hark' TABLE. r» , , r Hymn, &c. Hark ! my foul, it is the Lord, 284 Haik! the voice of love and mercy, 31^ He comes he comes, the judge feyere, 321 He dies, the Heavenly lover dies, 127 He is a God of fovereign love, 01 Hear me O Redeemer hear, 280 Here at thy table, Lord, we wait, 177 High in the Heav'ns, eternal God, 49 HoCannah to Jefus on High, 007, Hofannah to the Prince of Light, ,64 Hofannah with a chearful founds 2a8 How are thy glories here difplayed, 1 80 How beautious are their feet, . 2 q 3 How condefcending and how kind, 1 78 How firm a foundation the faints of the Lord, 34% How happy is the Chriftian fbte, 121 How ploaf'd and bleft was I, 106 How oft have fin and Satan drove, i 4 » How fad our ftate by nature is, tQt How fhortand haity is our life, ,0, * I. I Long to behold him aray'd, n Q & I love thy charming name, eg 111 praife my Maker with ir.v breath, on i I'mtirVi of vifits, modes and forms, 208 In a world of fin and forrow, In fwcet exalted drains, In fuch a grave as this, Ifrael in ancient days, 2 68 In vain Apollo's filver tongue, 60 Is this the kind return, ,55 Jcfus, 300 *73 1 — / 3 T A B I, E, J Jefus, and (hall it ever be, *7 a jefu, friend of linnets hear, 27S jefus, let thy pitying eye, 279 jefus mighty King in Zion, 302 jefus my All to heav'n is gone, 143 Jefus, O word divinely fweet, 180 jefi:, Redeemer, Saviour, Lord, 102 VJefus, the eternal Son of God, 32 'jeius, we bow before thy feet," 192 K r ingdom of God not in word, but in power 65 Kind is the fpeech of Chriftour Lord. 137 K LA M 3 of God, we fall before thee, 301 Let ail our tongues be one, 102 Let all the earth, their voices raife, 333 Let ev'ry mortal ear attend, 9° Let them neglect thy glory Lord, 9 Let thy dented fervant go, 2 °* Let us love, and ling, and wonder, 3' 1 " Light of thofe, whole dreary dwelling, 299 Long did my foul in Jefus' form, 1 4° ' Long have I fat beneath the found, 1 15 Lo he comes in clouds defcending, Lo ! he cometh countlefs trumpets, 3 1 1 Lo the Almighty King of glory, 3 C J] Lord at thy table 1 behold, 1 7° .Lord blefs thy faints affembled here. 197 Lord haft thou fuffer'd me to fee, *39 Lciu TABLE. Lord how divine our comforts are, 180 Lord how myfterious are thy wavs, t ^ Lord how (hall wretched Tinners dare, 210 Lord in the morning thou (halt hear, o Lord difmifs us with thy ble fling, n^ Lord I am vile conceiv'd in fin, 257 Lord I would fpread my fore diftrefs, 104 Lordjefus, when, when mail it be, 3£ -6 Lord look on all affembled here, 216 Lord thou wilt hear me when I pray, 208 Lord we come before thee now, .. r>8-> Lord what a feeble piece, o 2 q Lord what a wretched land is this, 2-1 Lord when I read the traytor's doom, % 7 Lord when our raptur'd thoughts furvey Lord when thou didfc afcend on high, 27 Loud let the tuneful trumpet fqurldp 46 M 1\ If I N E eyes and my defire, 3 J, 1V1 Miftakenfoulsthat dream of heav'n, xol Moil, righteous God, my doom I bear, 2q6 My drowfy powers why fl eep ye fo, t f 2 VI y God, how endlefs is thv love, 2 ,5 My God in whom are all the fprinls, , L My God my God, and mull I die, l£ My God my life, my love, % My God, my King, thy various praife, ,2 t M} God my portion, and my love, t. My Lord; how great's the favour, 081 Vly Saviour, my Almighty friend, 8~ My Saviour's pierced fide, 1 r /, My TABLE. Hymn, &1 Now Lord another of thy days, . &40 Now Lord the heavenly feed is fown, 85 Now Lord thy blefling add, lD 7 Now may the God of peace and love, 7 1 Now 'may the Spirit holy fire, ^ l Now to the Lord a noble long, 134 Now Chrift again to me appears, 343 O OCome let us join, 2c ° O dcareit Lo'rd, give me an heart, 120 Of all the ioys we mortals know, y 1 3° O 1 for a glance of heav'nly day, J 47 O for an heart-to love my God, O for a thoufand tongues to f:«g, ° O my foul was form'd for woe, **9 6ft as the bell with folemn toil, 123 Oft I refle& upon thy grace, 9° Often I feck my God by ai ft h£ Q »5£ TABLE i-\ t i t- i Hymn, &c. U Jelus, our Lord. 2 £ 2 ° J efu > Jefu, deareft Lord, 85 O Lord, our Lord, how wond'rous great, 40 Once more before we part, 1 ^r Once more my foul the riling day, 247 Once more we come before our God. 2. O that my load of fin were gone, 10 <> O that the Lord would guide my ways, 57 O thou, whofe tender mercies hears/ 78 O what fhall I do to retrieve* 022 Our Saviour alone, „,*J Out of the deeps of long diftrefs, fa P T> L E A #D we read in facred florjr, 3 o 7 A Praifeto the Lord, who bows his'ear, 211- Predous bible what a treafure, o 1 7 Prefs'd my foul with future profpea, . 30$ R REJOICE the Lord is Kin?, 267 Remember, Lord, our mortal ftate, 227 Rich grace, free grace, moft l'wectly call'd 61 Repent and be baptis'd, 0?1 Rife my foul adore thy maker, ^qt Rife my foul and ftretch thy wings, W* O ALVATION is forever nigh, * 'Tisfiniflrd the Redeemer faid, Thus was the great Redeemer nurg'd, bus faith the wifdom of the Lord, 290 1:0 To day God bids the faithful reft,' 2 ° 6 6 To praife the ever bounteous Lord, 2^9 To our Redeemer's glorious name, 88- lothee, my God, I hourly figh. 93 To thee who reign'ft iupreme above, 213 To thme Almighty arm we owe, 298 T'was the com million of our Lord, 109 U UPWARD. I lift mine eyes, 269 V \T A I N are the hopes the fons of men, 11 j Vain man, thy fond purfuits forbear, 222 W XST E : are a p r ^ en wall'd around, 1 35. \ » We needs mud die, who banifh'd lie, 20 | ' We TABLE. Hymn, &c» We fins to thee whofe wifdom form'd, 253 ,Well m°et dear friends in Jefus name, 20b Welcome fweet day of reft, Welcome thou well belov'd of God. What different pow'rs of grace and iin, What good news the angels bring, What heav'nly man, or lovely God, What fcenes of horror and of deatn,- What (hall I render to my God, What think ye of Ghrift is the telt, What various hindrances we meet. What wifdom, majefty and grace. When all thy mercies O my God, When Abra'm full of facred awe, When God reveal'd his gracious name, When, gracious Lord, when (hall it be, When fcan read my title clear, When I furvey the wond ; rous crofs, When Jofeph his brethren behe d, When* O dear Jefus, when Ihall 1, When the fierce north wind, When with my mind divinely prels d, While o'er our guilty land, O Lord, While with ceaslefs courle the fun, Who hath our report believed, Why did the nations join to flay, Whv do we mourn departed friends, Why is my heart fo far from thee, Why, O my heart, thefe anxious cares, Whv flwuld our mourningthoughts delight Why thould we ftart and fear to die, With all my powVsof heart and tongue, With all thy row'r, O Lord defcend, TABLE. Hymn, &c; With chearful voice I ling, 272 With joy we meditate the grace, 114 With heart and lips unfeign'd, 59 With rev'rence let the faints draw near, 4 When blooming youth is fnatch'd away, 220 YE nations round the earth rejoice, 20 Yefervantsof God, 334 Ye fouls that are weak, 335 Ye trembling fouls difmifs your fears, 38 Ye tribes of Adam join, 271 Yonder, amazing fight I fee^ 77 GENERAL GENERAL CONTENTS. I. il T Opening Public WorfW, TT n r c from Hymn i to the 2/5 II. Before Sermon, 26 — co V.Thfw. Supper,. ] f 6 ~ $ t'J 11 ; ^ffociation of Churches - 204 — 207 |X F^sandThankfgiving, ' 2o 8 _ ^ X-FuneralOccafions, 220-234 XI. Family Worfh p, 9D _ c ^ XII. For Private lj£ . 2 3o ~ *o9 Perfonal and fecial, Of uncommon metres, f 26 ° ~ 342 as follows ; J '• £ W ! ce 5 ■ * i'i, Winwick, &c. 260 - 262 2. Twice b & 4 , thrice 6 & 4, , T • c o » Wluteheld, - _ 2,', 3. Twice 6 8, & 4, dm _ g 3 h F n 6 > f ' wice 8 ' Lenox > &c - 265-^ ■• 7 & 6, 7 & 6, 7 ,8, 7 & 6, Sahfbury, 27*^. " 7 & 0, do. ao. Yorkftiire, /__ 7&6, 7 &6 !t hnce7&b,Dartford, _ ,%l Sevens, Hotham Plymouth, 28* — LjP . 8, & twice 6, Mavant, 2 $» _ !* o-Twice8& 6) do. Chatham, fc^ '• Q r ^ ce 8 & 6, thrice 8 & 6, *\L I k 8 & 7 , ditto, Welih. ' , 0Q Zl o. 8&7,8 &7 , 4or8j0rI2;& -39-^8 he ' onfl ^ - ° 9 -„S GENi; R A L GENERAL CONTENTS. U . 8& 7 , 8 & 7, twice 7, *\l~v* ,. Twice 8 & 7, ditto, 3»9 3»P 16. Five 8 & 7 , Trumpet 3 ; 17 . Eights, New Jeruialem, 3 - = 3-7 18. Eights, Luther 3*° 3d iq. Eights, Greenfield, 33 1 ^ ^3 S Twice 10, & twice 1 1, « 149 pf- 334 - 339 21 . Fourio&twicenastheold 5 o, r* 3 ** 22. Elevens .. % * 3 . Thrice 1 1 & 5» Bunker-Hill, - 31* A SELECTION; A SELECTION O F PSALMS and H Y M N S, fa. HYMN I. Common Metre. To eafe your ev'ry pain, (Immortal fountain ! full fuppliesf) Nor fha!l you thirft in vain. 4 Ye finners, come, 'tis mercy's voice ? The gracious call obey ; Mercy invites to heav'nly joys, And can you yet delay ? 5 Dear Saviour, draw reluclant hearts, To thee let finners fly* And take the blifs thy love imparts, And drink, and never die. A 3 HYMN 6 At the OPENING or HYMN VI. Common Metre. A. Triumphs of Grace. 1 ^V For n thoufand tongues to fing %^J My dear Redeemer's praife ! The glories of my God and King, ^he triumphs of his grace. 2 Jesus, the name that charms our fears, That bids our forrow ceafe -, 'Tis mufic in the finner's ears, Tis life, and health, and peace. 3 He breaks the pow'r of cancel'd fin, He fets the pris'ner free ; His blood can make the foulett clean, His blood avail'd for me. 4 He fpeaks, and lift'ning to his voice, New life the dead receive ; The. mournful, broken heart rejoice, The humble poor believe. 5 Her? him, ye deaf; his praife ye dumb. Your loofned tongues employ ; Ye blind, behold your Saviour come, And leap, ye lame for joy. HYMN PUBLIC WORSHIP. 7 HYMN VII. Common Metre. A, Book of God's ivord and Nature. 1 r lP*" IOU on ty frmrce of true delight, JL Whom I unfeen adore ! Unveil thy beauties to my fight That I may love thee more. % Thy glory o'er creation Amies ; But in thy facred word I read in fairer, brighter lines, My bleeding, dying Lord. 3 'Tis here, whene'er my comforts droop, And fins and forrows rife, Thy love with chearful beams of hope My fainting heart fupplies. 4 But ah ! roo foon the pleafing fcene Is clouded o'er with pain ; My gloomy fears rife dark between. And I again complain. 3 Jesus, my Lord, my Life, my 'Light, O come with blifsful ray ; Break radiant thro' the fhades of nighte Ana chafe my fears away. A 4 HYMN 8 At the OPENING of KTMN Vllfc Common Metre. Dr. Watts. A. Gill glorified in the Go/pel. 1 r lT 1 II E Lord, descending from above, __$_ Ir.v5r.es his children near-, While pow'r, and truth, and boundlefslove Difplay their glories here. 2 Here, in thy gofpel's wondrous frame, Frefh wifdom we purfue ; And thoufand angels learn thy name, Beyond whate'er they knew. 3 Thy name is writ in faireft lines, Thy wonders here we trace •, Wifdom thro' all the myft'ry (hinesy And ihines in Jefus' face, 4 The law its beft obedience owes To our incarnate God ! And thy revenging juftice {hows' Its honours in his blood. 5 But frill the luftre of thy grace Our warmer thoughts employs, Gilds the whole fee ne with brighteft rays, And more exalts our joys. HYMN PUBLIC WORSHIP. 9 HYMN IX. Common Metre. Dr. Watts. A. Praifc to God for creation au.l redemption. I E T them neglect thy glory, Lord, % 4 Who never knew thy grace ; But our loud fongs {hall ftil! record The wonders of thy praife. 2 We raife our ft outs, O God, to thee, And fend them to thy throne j All glory to th' United Three, The undivided One. 3 'Twas he (and we'll adore his name) That form'd us by a word ; 'Tis he re (lores our ruin'd frame : Salvation to the Lord ! 4 Hofanna ! let the earth and Ikies Repeat the joyful found ; Rocks, hills and vales, repeat the voice In one eternal round. HYMN X. Common Metre. Rippon's Coll. J. Heav..(y Worjbip. 1 pREQUENT the <% of God returns 1L To fted its qulck'ning beams $ And yet how flow devotion burns ! How languid are its flames ! A 5 a Accept io At the OPENING o>- 2 Accept our faint attempts to love, Our frailties, Lord forgive ; We would be like thy faints above, And praife thee while we live. 3 Increafe, O Lord our faith and hope, And fit us to afcend, Where the afiembly ne'er breaks up, The Sabbath ne'er (hall end. 4 Where we (hall breathe in heavenly air, With heavenly luftre fhine •, Before the throne of God appear, And feaftonLove divine. 5 Where we, in high feraphic (trains, Shall all our powers employ , Delighted range the etherial plains, And take our fill of joy. HYMN XL Long Metre, Beddome. J. Holy BoUr.cfs. p (Q PR1NKLED with reconcilingblood, £jl I dare approach thy throne, O God Thy face no frowning afpect wears, Thy hand no vengeful thunder bears :ht encircling rainbow, peaceful fign ! Doth with refubentbrightnefs fhine; And ... f PUBLIC WORSHIP. 11 And while my faith beholds it near, I bid farewell to ev'ry fear. 3 Let me my grateful homage pay, With courage fing ; with fervor pray, And tho' myfelf a wretch undone Hope for acceptance thro' thy fon. 4 Thy fon, who on the accurfed tree, Expir'd to fet the vileft free ; On this I build my only claim, And all I alk is in his name. XII. Long Metre . (Pf. 65. ) J. Public prayer and praife. 1 T 11 ^ praire of Zion waIrs for tliee > J_ My God -, & praife becomes thy houfe There fhall thy faints thy glory fee, And there perform their public vows, 2 O thou, whofe mercies bends the fldec. To fave, when humble finners pray, All lands to thee fhall lift their eyes, ' And. iflands of the northern fea. J Againft my will my fins prevail, But grace fhall purge away their ftain The blood of Chrift will never fail To wafh my garments white again. A ° 4 Bleft 52 At the OPENING of 4 Bled is the man whom thou fhalt chufc And give him kind accefs to thee ; Give him a place within thy houfe, To tafce thy love divinely free. HYMN XIII. Long Metre. Stenuett. J. 1 A NOTHER lix dnys work is done, j\ Another fabbath is begun ; Return my foul, enjoy thy i\ ^ Improve the day thy God has blefs'J 2 Come bleis the Lord, whofe love afiigns. So fweet a refc to wearied minds ; Provides an antipaft of heaven, And gives this day the food of feven. 3 O that our thoughts and thanks might rife As greatful incenfe to the Ikies. And draw from heaven that fweet repofc Which none, but he that feels it knows. .j. This heavenly calm, within the breafr, Is the dear pledge of glorious reft, Which for the church of God remains The end of cares the end of pains. £ With joy great God, thy works we view In various fceaes both old and new ; With PUBLIC WORSHIP. t 3 Withpraife, we think on mercies paft, With hope, we future pleafures tafte. 6 In holy duties let the day, In holy pleafures pafs away ; How fweet, a fabbath thus to fpend, In hope of one that ne'er mall end I HYMN XIV. Long Metre. Cowpef. J. On Prayer. I ^"^7"^ at various hindrances we meet VV I n coming to a mercy-feat ! Yet who that knows the worth of pray'r But wifhes to be often there,- 2 Prayer makes the darkened cloud withdraw Prayer climes the ladder Jacob law ; Gives exercife to faith and love, Brings every bleffing from above. 3 Retraining prayer, we ceafe to fight ; l J rayer makes the Christian's armor bright And fatan trembles, when he fees The weakeft faint upon his knees. 4 While Mofes Mood with arms fpr'ikd wide Succefs was found on Ifrael's fide ; Eut when thro' wearinefs they fa i I'd, That moment Amalek prevail'd. A 7 5 Have i 4 At the OPENING of 5 Have you no words ? ah, think again, Words flow apace when you complain And fill your fellow- creature's ear With the fad tale of all your care. HYMN XV. Long Metre. Watts. A. 'g God* 1 Tp> LE S S O my foul, the living God \J Call home thy thoughts that rove Let all the pow'rs within me join, (abroad In work and worfhip fo divine. 2 Bipfs, O my foul, the God of grace ; His favours claim thy higheft praife Why ihould the wonders he hath wrought Be loft in illence, and forgot ? 3 'Tis he, my foul, that fent his Son To die for crimes which thou haft done He owns the ranfom, and forgives, The hourly follies of our lives. 4 Our youth decay'd his pow'r repairs *, His mercy crowns our growing years He fatisfies our mouths with good, And tills cur hopes with heav'nly food. 5 Let the whole earth his pow'r confefs, Let ths whole earth adore his grace, The PUBL IC WORSHIP. 15 The Gentile with the Jew fhall join In work and worflii'p fo divine. 1 HYMN XVI. Long Metre. Rippon. Coll. A. L,oi>';io kii'd/nf-; of God. i AWAKE my foul, in joyful lays ^/j^And fingthygreatRedeemer'spraife He juftly claims a long from me, His ioving kindnefs O how free! 2 He faw me ruin'd in the fall Yet loved notwithstanding all ; He fav'd me from my loft eftate His loving kindnefs O how great I 3 Often 1 feel my finful heart, Prone from my Jesus to depart 5 But tho' I have him oft' forgot, His loving kindnefs changes not, 4 Soon fhall I pafs the gloomy vale, Soon all my mortal powers l Let thy bright beams arife ; Difpel the darknefs from our miiads, And open all our eyes. 2 Chear our defponding hearts, Thou heav'nly Paraclete, Give us to lie, with humble hope. At our Redeemer's feet. 3 Ptevive our drooping faith, Our doubts and fears remove •, And kindle in our breafts the flames Of never dying love. 4 Convince us of our fin, Then lead to Jesus' blood; And to our wond'ring view reveal 'the fecret love of God. £ Shew us that loving Man, That rules the courts of blifs, The Lord of hofts the mighty God, The eternal Prince of Peace: HYNM PUBLIC WORSHIP. 21 HYMN XXIII. Short Metre. Dr. Watts. A. Heavenly joy on earth. i \_dT^ O ME, we that love the Lord, \^Jl And let our joys be known 5 Join in a fong with fweet accord, And thus furround the throne. 2 The forrows of the mind Be banifh'd from this place: Religion never was defign'd To make our pleafures lefs.] 3 Let thofe refufe to fing, That never knew our God, But fav'rites of the heav'nly King May fpeak their joys abroad. 4 This heav'nly King is ours Our Father and our love; He fhall fend down his heav'nly powVs To carry us above. 5 There fhall we fee his face, And never, never fin ; There from the rivers of his grace, Drink endlefs pleafures in. 12 At the O PE NI N G "of XXIV. Short Metre. (Pf. oj.) A. Exhortation to Praife. 1 tiT^ O ME, found his praife abroad, \^A And hymns of glory fing; Jehovah is the fov'reign God, The univerfal King. 2 He form'd the deeps unknown ; He gave the feas their bound ; The wat'ry worlds are all his own,: And all the folid ground. 3 Come, worfhip at his throne, Come, bow before the Lord : We are his works, and not our own : He form'd us by his word. 4 But if your ears refufe The language of his grace, And hearts grown hard, like ftubborn Jews That unbelieving race ; 5 The Lord in vengeance drcft Will lift his hand and fwear, You that defpife my promis'd reft,' Shall have no portion there HTMN PUBLIC WORSHI P. 23 HYMN XXV. Short Metre. A. Heavenly Praifc. jjf QALVATlONtoourGod,. |^3 Who fitteth on the throne -, Thanks giving to the Holy Ghoft, And to the Lamb, the Son. 2 All glory, praife, and pow'r. To God be ever given, By every Angel round the throne And all the hefts of heaven. 3 Great are thy wondrous works ! Mofr juft and true thy ways j Lord God Almighty King of iaints ? High in eternal praife. 4 Who fhall not fear thy might ? By every pow'r ador'd ; All nations fhall before thee kneel, And gladly call thee Lord. HYMN XXVI. Comm on Metre. Lyric Poems. J, A Song to Creating JVlfJom. i I .* TERNAL Wisdom thee we praife JJL4 Thee the creation lings With thy lov'd name, rocks, hills & feas A:id heav'ns high palace rings. 2 Thy a 4 BEFORE SERMON. 2 Thy hand how wide it fpreads the Iky \ How glorious to behold ! Ting'd with a blue and heavenly dye> Andftarr'd with fparkling gold. 3 Thy glorieus blaze all nature round, And ftrike the gazing fight, Thro' ikies, and feas, and folid ground With terror and delight. 4 Infinite ftrength and equal fkill, Shine thro'\he worlds abroad, Our fouls with vaft amazement fill, And fpeak the builder God. 5 But the fweet beauties of thy grace Our fofter paflions move; Pity divine in JESUS' face We fee, adore, and love. HYMN XXVII. Common Metfe. Steel. J. Creation and Providence. jT O R D when our Raptur'd thought. | j Creation's beauties o'er (furveys All nature joins to teach thy praife, And bid our fouls adore. 2 Where'er we turn our gazing eyes, Thy radiant fcotfteps fliine ; Tea BEFORE SERMON. $ 5 Ten thoufand pleafing wonders rife, And fpeak tiieir fource divine. 3 The living tribes of countlefs forms, In earth and fea and air. The meaneft flies the fmalleft worms, Almighty power declare. 4 Thy wifdomjpow'r and goodnefs Lord In all thy works appear; And O! let man thy praife record, Man, thy diftinguifhicare. 5 Thy providence his confrant guard, When threatning woes impend, Or will the impending dangers ward Or timely fuccours lend, 6 On us that providence has fhone, With gentle fmiling rays O, may our lips and lives make known Thy goodnefs and thy praife. HYMN XXVIII. Common Metre. Steel. J. The Excellency of the Scripture. 1 !r7 ^THER of mercies, in thy word JL What endlefs glory mines? For ever be thy name ador'd, For thcfe celeftial lines. 2 Here 26 BEFORE SEHMON. 2 Here the fair tree of knowledge grows, And yields a free repaft; Sublimer fweets than nature knows, Invite the longing tafte. 3 Here fprings of confolation rife, To chear the fainting mind ; And thirfty fouls receive fup plies, And fweet refreshment find. 4 Here the Redeemer's welcome voice Spreads heav'nly peace around ; And life, and everlafting'joys Attend the blifsful found. 5 O may thefe heav'nly pages be My ever dear delight, And ft'ill new beauties may 1 fee, And ftill increafing light. 6 Divine inftructyr, gracious Lord ! Be thou for ever near ; Teach me to love thy facred word, And view my Saviour there. HYMN XXIX. Common Metre. J. For a clean Heart. I {f~\ For an heart to love my God! \^p An heart from fin fet free ; Aw Before sermon. An heart that always feels the blood So freely fhed for me ! 2 An heart refign'd fubmiffive, meek, My dear Redeemer's throne ; Where only Christ is heard to fpeak, Where Jesus reigns alone, 3 An humble, lowly, contrite heart, Believing, true, and clean ; Which neither life nor death can part From him that dwells within. 4 An heart in every thought renewed And fill'd with love divine : Perfect and right and pure and good, A copy, Lore), of thine. 5 Thy tender heart is frill the fame, And melts at human woe ; Send down thy grace, Q blefTed Lamb, That I thy love may know, 6 Thy holy nature, Lord! impart; Come quickly from above ; . Write thy new name upon my heart, Thy new befl name of love. HYMN e3 BEFORE SERMON. HYMN. XXX. Common Metre. Steel. J. The Joys of Heaven. 1 f^ OME, Lord, and warm each \^4 languid heart, Infpire each lifelefs tongue *, And let the joys of heaven impart Their influ'nee to our fong. 2 Then to the fhining feats of blifs The wings of faith fhall foar, And all the charms of paradife Our raptur'd thoughts explore, 3 Pleafures unfullyM flourifh there, Beyond the reach of time ; Not blooming Eden fmil'd fo fair In all herflow'ry prime. 4 Sorrow and pain, and evVy care And difcord there fhall ceafe ; And perfect joy and love fincere Adorn the realms of peace. 5 The foul, from fin for ever free, fhall [riourn its pow'r no more ; But cloth'd in fpotlefs purity, p.edeemhig love adore. 6 There BEFORE SEROMN, 29 6 There fliali the followers of the- Lamb, Join in immortal longs ; And endlefs honours to his name Employ their tuneful tongues. 7 Lord, tune our hearts to praife & love Our feeble notes infpire \ Till in thy blifsful courts above We join th' angelic choir. HYMN XXXI. Common Metre. Dr. Watts, J Breathing after the holy Spirit. 1 jjT^ O M E, holy Spirit, heav'nly Dove \^ With all thy quick'ning pow'rs j Kindle a flame of facred love In thefe cold hearts of ours. 2 Look how we grovel here below, Fond of thefe trifling toys ; Our fouls can neither fly, nor go To reach eternal joys. 3> In vain we tune our formal fongs, In vain we ftrive to rife ; Hofannas languifh on our tongues, And our devotion dies. 4 Dear Lord, and ihall we ever lie At this poor dying rate ? Our 30 BE] ORE SERMON. Our love fo faint, fo cold to thee, And thine to us fo great ? 5 Come, holy Spirit, heav'nly Dove, With all thy quick'ning pow'rs •, Corns flied abroad a Saviours's love, And that fhall kindle ours. HYMN XXXII. Common Metre. Dr. Gibbons. J. The go/pel ivorthy of all acceptance. i T E S U S the eternal Son of God, J Whom feraphim obey, The bofom of the Father leaves, And enters human clay. 2 Into our finful world he comes The MefTenger of grace. And on the bloody tree expires A victim in our place. 3 TranfgrefTors of the de'epeft ftain • In him falvation find ; His blood removes the fouleft guilt, J3is fpirit heals the minct 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 Ok BEFORE SERMON. 3! 5 O let thefe Tidings be received, With univerfal joy, \ And let the high angel praife, Our tuneful pow'rs employ, 6 Cfc Glory to God, who gave his fon" To bear our fhame and pain, Hence peace on earth and grace to mea In endlefs blefiings reign. XXXIII. Common Metre.- (Pf. I45-) J- The goodtiefs of God. 1 O WEET is the mem'ry of thy grace, ^3 -My GoDj my heav'nly King ! Let age to age thy righteoufnefs In founds of glory ling. 2 Go d reigns on high, but not confines His goodnefs to the Ikies ; Thro* the whole earth his goodnefs fhines: And ev'ry want fupplies. 3 With louging eyes thy creatures wait On th^ee for daily food ; Thy lib'ral hand provides them meat, And fills their mouths with good. 4 How kind are thy compaflions, Lord, How flow thine anger moves ! But 32 BEFORE SERMON; But foon he fends his pardVing word, To chear the foul he toves. 5 Creatures, with all their endlefs race, Thy pow'r and praife proclaim : May we, who tafte thy richer grace, £)elight to blefs thy name. HYMN XXXIV. Common Metre. Lyric Poems. A Looking npivard. i Tr* A R T H has detain'd me prifoner fj "And I'm grown weary now (long My heart, my hand, my ear my tongue There's nothing here for you. a Lord in my thoughts I ftretch me down And upwards glance mine eyes. Upward (my Father) to thy throne, And to my native Ikies. 3 There the dear Man my Saviour fits, The God, how bright he fliines ! And fcatters infinite delights On all the happy minds. 4 Seraphs with elevated ftrains Circle the throne around. And move and charm the ftarry plains With an immortal found. 5 Jesus BEFORE SERMON. 33 5 Jesus the Lord their harps employs, Jesus my love they fing. Jesus the name of both our joys Sounds fweet from every firing. XXXV. Common Metre. (Pf. 116.) A Yhankf ulv. tfs for mercies. 1 "W 7"H A.T /hall I render to my God \ y For all his kindnefs fhown ? My feet fhall vifit thine abode, My fongs addrefs thy throne. 2 Among the faints that fill thine houfe, My offerings fhall be paid ; There fhall my zeal perform tfye vows My foul in anguifh made. 3 How much is mercy thy delight, Thou ever blefTed God ! How dear thy fervants in thy fight ! How precious is their blood ? 4 How happy all thy fervants are ! How great thy grace to me ? My life, which thou haft made thy care Lord, I devote to thee. £ Now I am thine, for ever thine Nor Hull my purpofe move ; Thy 34 BEFORE 3 E R M O fof Thy hand hath loos'd my bonds ofpalny And bound me with thy love. XXXVT. Common Metre. {TL 69.) A. Ohed'teiuc ahd Death of Chnjl. 1 IT 1 ATHER, I fing thy wond'rous graccT \2 Iblefs my Saviour's name, He bought falvation for the poor. And bore the finners iharoe. 2 His deep diftrefs has rais'd us high ; His duty and his zeal. Fulfill'd the law which mortals broke, And finifli'd all thy will. 3 His dying groans, his living fangs'. Shall better pleafe my God, Than harp or trumpet's folemn found, Than goats or bullocks blood.- 4 This fliall his humble foll'wers £tc y And let their hearts at reft ; They by his death draw near to thee. And live for ever bleft. 5: Let heav'n, and all that dwell on higS* To God their voices raife, "While lands ?nd feas aflift the flcy, And join'd t' advance thy praifc XXXVII, BEFORE SERMON. XXXVII. Common Metre. (Pf. 84.) A. Gods prefence in his Houfe. 1 T^, yi* Y foul how lovely is the place lVi To which thy God reforts ? 'Tis heav'n to fee his fmiling face, Though in his earthly courts. 2 There the great Monarch of the Ikies His faving pow'r difplavs. And light breaks in upon o^ir eyes, With kind and quick'ning rays. 3 With his rich gifts the heav'nly dove Defcends and fills the place, While Chrift reveals his wond'rous love And fheds abroad his grace. 4 There mighty God, thy works declare The fecrets of thy will ; And ftill we feek thy mercy there,. And fing thy praifes ftill. HYMN XXXVIII. Common Metre. Beddome. A. Fear Not. 1 "\^*^ trembl * n S fouls difmifs your fears I Be mercy all your theme ; Mercy which like a river flows, In one continued flream. 2 Fear S 6 BEFORE SERMON. 2 Fe^r not the powers of earth and hell, God will thefe powers reftrain \ His mighty arm their rage repel, And make their efforts vain, 3 Fear not the want of outward good, He will for his provide ; Grant them fuppiies of daily food, And give them heaven befide. 4 Fear not that he will e'er forfake, Or leave his work undone ; He's faithful to his promifes, And faithful to his fon. 5 You in his wifdom, power and grace, May confidently truft ; His wifdom guides, his power protects, His grace rewards thejuft. HYMN XXXIX. Common Metre. Dr. Stennett, J. The glorious Gofpel I Tim. I. II. 1 ~W THAT Wifdom Majefty and grace VV Tbr0 ' a11 thc Gof P el & ine ! ? Tis God that fpeaks, and we confefs The Doctrine ir.oft divine. 2 Down from his ftarry Throne on high, Th' Almighty Saviour comes j Lavs BEFORE SERMON. 3? Lays his bright robes of glory by, And feeble flefli aflumes. The mighty debt that finners owe, Upon the crofs he pays : Then thro' the clouds afcendsto God, 'Midft fhouts of lofty praife. There he our great high prieft appears, Before his father's throne : Mingles his merits with our tears, And pours falvation down. Great God, with rev'renee we adore Thy Juitice and thy grace ; And on thy faithfulnefs and power Our firm dependence place. XL. Common Metre. (Pf. viii . ) J. Condefcenjzon of God. Lord, our Lord, how wond'rous Is thine exalted name, (great, The glories of thy heav'nly ftate, Let men and babes proclaim. 2 When I behold thy works on high, The moon that rules the night, And ltars that well adorn the fizy P Thofe moving worlds of light .; B 3 Lord 5 3 j8 BEFORE S E R M O &■ 3 Lord, what is man, or all his race, Who dwells fo far below, That thou fhould'it vifit him with grace,* And love his nature fo ? 4 That thine eternal Son mould beaiy To take a mortal form ? Made lower than his angels are, To fave a dying worm ? 5 Jefus, our Lord, how wond'rous great Is thine exalted name ! The glories of thy heav'nly itate Lqi the whole earth proclaim. XLI. Long Metre. (P£ lxui.) J. Longing after God. tf^ r eat God, indulge my humbleclaim \jf Be thou my joy, my hope my reft' The glories that comppfe thy name, Sta,nd all engag'd to make me bleft. 2 Thou greatfygood, thou juft and wife, Be thou my father and my God ; And make me thine by facred ties, Thy Son \hy fervant bought with blood 3 With heart and eyes and lifted hands, Epr thee I long, to thee I look ; As BEFORE SERMON. 39 As travellers in thirfty land^, Pant for the cooling water brook. 4 O may thy love infpire my tongue, Salvation mall be all my fong ; And all my powers fliall join to blefs, TheLordmyftrengthandPvighteoufhefs. XL1I. Long Metre. (Pf. cxxxvi.) J. Creation an J Redemption. 1 £"^1 IVE to our God immortal praife - \^W Mercy and truth are all his ways. Wonders of grace to God belong, Repeat his mercies in your long. 2 Give to the Lord of lords renown, The King of kings with glory crown His mercies ever fliall endure, When lords & kings are known no more. 3 He built the earth he fpread the £ky, And fix'd the ftarry lights on high: Wonders of grace to God belong, -Repeat his mercies in your fong. 4 He fills the fun with morning light ; He bids the moon direct the night ; His mercies ever fliall endure, When funs and moons ihall be no more. B 2 5 He 4Q BEFORE SERMON. 5 He fent his Son with power to fave, From guilt and darknefs and the grave, Wonders of grace to God belong, Repeat his mercies in your fong. 6 Through this vain world he guides our And leads us to his heav'nly feat (feet His mercies ever fhall endure, When this vain world ihall be no more XLIII. Long Metre. Lyric Poems. J. God exalted cbcvz all praife. I I/ 1 TER.NAL power, whofe high abode JL i Becomes the grandeur of a God, Infinite length, beyond the bounds Where ftars revolve their little rounds. a The loweft ftep above thy feat, Piifes too high for Gabriel's feet. In vain the tall arch-angel tries ; To reach the hight with wond'ring eyes. o Lord, what fliall earth and allies do ? We would adore our maker too \ From fin and duir to thee we cry, The great, the holy, and the high. a Earth from afar, has heard thy fame, And worms have learnt to lifp thy name But BEFORE SERMON. 4* But O, the glories of thy mind. Leave all our foaring thoughts behind. God is in heaven, but men below ; Be fhort our tunes our words be few, A facred rev'rence checks our fongs, And praife fits filent on our tongues. XLIV. Long Metre. Rippon's CoIL J. Spirituality of God. HOU art O God ! a fpirit pure,- Invifible to mortal eyes, TV immortal, and the eternal King, The great, the good, the only wife. 2 Whilft nature changes, and her works Corrupt, decay, dkTolve and die, Thy eflencc pure no change {hall fee, Secure of immortality. 3 Thou great Invifible! what hand Can draw thy image fpotlefs fair ? To what in Heaven, to what on earth, Can men th' immortal king compare. 4 Let ftupid heathens frame their gods, Of gold and filver, wocd and done Ours is the God that made the Heavens, Jehovah he, and God alone. B 3 5 My 42 BEFORE SERMON. 5 My foul, thy pureft homage pay, In truth and Spirit him adore, More fliall this pleafe than facrifice, Than outward forms, delight him more. XLV. Long Metre. Dr. Doddridge. J. Immutability qf Cod. 1 tf^i B.E AT Former of this various frame \jjF Our fouls adore thine awful name; • And bow and tremble, while they praife The ancient of eternal days. 2 Thou, Lord, with unfurpris'd furvey, Saw'ft nature rifing yefterday ; And, as tomorrow, fliall thine eye, See earth and ftars in ruin lie. 3 Beyond an angel's vifion bright. Thou dweirft in felf-exiftent light, Which fhines with undiminiuVd ray, While funs and worlds in fmoke decay. 4 Our days a tranfient period run, And change with ev'ry circling fun, And in the firmed ftate we boaft, A moth can ci^ifli us into duft. 5 But let the creatures fall around ; Let death confign us to the ground, Let BEFOPvE SERMON. 43 Let the laft general flame arife, And melt the Arches of the ikies.: j5 Calm as the fummer's ocean, we, Can all the wreck of nature fee, "While grace fecures us an abode, Unfhaken as the throne of God. XLVl. Loug Metre. Dr. Doddridge. J. Tvegofpd Jubilee. (Pf. kxxv. IJ.) 1 T OUD let the tuneful trumpet found , 1 And fpread the joyful tidings round La every foul with tranfport hear, And hail the Lord's accepted year, 2 Ye Debtors whom he gives to know, That you ten thoufand talents owe. When humble at his feet you fall, Your gracious God forgives them all 3 Slaves, that have bornethe heavy Chain Of fin and Hell's tyrannic reign, To liberty affert your claim, And urge the great Redeemer's name,. 4 The rich inheritance of Heaven, Your joy, and boafr, is fr-eely given, Fair Salem your arrival waits, With golden ftreets and pearly gates. B 4 5 Her 44 BEFORE S E R! M O ft 5 Her bltfs'd inhabitants no more, Bondage and poverty deplore ; No Debt, but love immenfely great., Their Joy ftillrifes with their Debt. 6 O happy Souls that know the found ! Celeftial Light their fteps furround, And fhew that Jubilee begun, Which thro' eternal Year's fhall run. HYMN XL VII. Eotfg Metre. J. The Lord is God. 1 " j~"\OES it not grief and wonder move j[ J? To think of IfraelV dreadful fall, Who needed miracles to prove Whether the Lord were God orBaat, 2 Methinks I fee Elijah ftand, His features glow withlove and zeal In faith and prayer he lifts his hand, And makes to heav'n his greatappeal. " O Go d ! if I thy fervant am, If 'tis thy melTage fills my heart 5 Now glorify thy holy name : Arid ihew this people who thou art. 4 He fpoke, and lo ! a fudden flame, Confum'd the wood, the duft, the ftono The BEFORE SERMON. 45 The people ftruck, at once proclaim, " The Lord is God, the Lord alone." 5 Like him we mourn an awful day, "When more for Baal than God appear Like him, believers, let us pray, And may the God of Ifrael hear. 6 Lord ! If thy fervant fpeaks thy truth, If he indeed is fent by thee ; Confirm the word to all our youth, And let them thy falvation fee. 7 Now may thy Spirit's holy fire, Pierce cv'ry heart that hears thy word Confume each hurtful vain defire, And make them know thou art the Lord* XLVIII. Lcng Metre. (Pf. lix.) J. The Books of Naturt and ofiht Scripture. 1 w I *HE heav'ns declare thy glory Lord, In every ftar thy wifdom 1T1io.es: But when our eyes behold thy word, We read thy name in fairer lines. 2 The rolling fun, the changing light, And nights and days thy power confefs, But the blefl: volume thou haft writ, Reveals thy juftice and thy grace. • B 5 3 Suja s 46 BEFORE SERMON. 3 Sun, moon, and ftars; convey thy praife Round the whole earth, and never ftand So when thy truth begun its race, It touch'd and glanc'd on ev'ry land. 4 Nor fiiall thy fpreading gofpel reft, 'Till through the world thy truth has run, 'Till Chrift has all the nations bleft, That fee the light, or feel the fun. 5 Great Sun of Righteoufnefs, arife,' Blcfs the dark world with heav'nly light, Thy gofpel makes the limple wife : Thy laws arepure, thy judgments right. 6 Thy nobleft wonders here we view, In fouls renew'd and fins forgiv'n j Lord cleanfe my fins, my foul renew, And make thy word my guide to heav'n. XLIX. Long Metre. (Pf. afryg) J. Froviilencs and Grace. 1 TJITIGH in the heav'ns, eternal God, JL jL Thy goodnefs in full glory fhines Thy truth mall break through ev'ry cloud That veils and darkens thy deiigns. 2 Forever firm thyjuftice ftands, As mountains their foundations keep, BEFORE SERMON. 47 Wife are the wonders of thy hands, Thy judgments are a mighty deep. 3 Thy providence is kind and large, Both man and bead: thy bounty fhare The whole creation is thy charge, But faints are thy peculiar care. 4 My God ! how excellent thy grace, Whence all my hope and comfort The fons of Adam in diftrefs, (fprings, Fly to the fhadow of thy wings. $ From the provifions of thy houfe We mall be fed with fweet repaft \ There mercy like a river flows, And brings Salvation to our tafte. 6 Life, like a fountain rich and free, Springs from the prefence of my Lord? And in thy light our fouls fhall fee, The glories promis'd in thy word. L. Long Metre. (Pf. sly.) A. Chrijl and his Church. 1 HP 1 * 2 kin £ of ^ int s, how fair his face JL Adorn'd with majefty and grace*, He corn'es with bleiiings from' above, And wins the nations to his love, B 6 2 At 4 B BEFORE SERMON. 2 At his right hand our eyes behold, The queen array 'd in pureftgold; The world admires her heav'nly drek, Her robe of joy and Righteoufnefs. 3 He forms her beauties like his own ; He calls and feats her near his throne Fair ftranger, let thine heart forget The idols of thy native Irate. 4 So fhallthe king the more rejoice, In thee, the fav'rite of his choice; Let Him be lov'd and yet ador'd, For He's thy maker and thy Lord. 5 Let endlefs honours crown his head ; Let ev'ry age his praifes fpread ; While we with chearful fongs approve, The condefcenfions of his love. LI. Long Metre. (Pf. lxviii.) A. Afcenfion of Chrifi. 1 T ord , when thou didfl afcend on h igh I j Ten thoufand angels fill'd the iky, Thofe heav'nly guards around thee wait Like chariots that attend thy Mate. 2 Not Sinai's mountain could appear, More glorious, when the Lord was there- While?* BEFORE SERMON. 49 While he pronounc'd his dreadful law, And ftruck the chofen tribes with awe, 3 How bright the triumph none can tell, When the rebellious powYs of hell, That thoufand fouls had captives made Were all in chains like captives led. 4 Rais'd by his father to the throne, He fent the pronvVd Spirit down, With gifts and grace for rebel men, That God might dwell on earth again. HYMN LII. Long Metre. Dr. Watts. A Holy walk. i £TJ O let our lips and lives cxprefs, J, J| The holy gofpel we profeis : bo let our works and virtues fhine, To prove the doctrine all divine, 2 Thus mall we beft proclaim abrond, The honours of our Saviour God 5 When the falvation reigns within, And grace fubdues the power of fin. 3 Our fleQi and fenfe rouft be ckny'd, Paffion and envy, luft and pride; Whiift juftice,temp'rance truth, & love, Our inward piery approve. B 7 '4 B&h'gion 5 o BEFORE SERMON. 4 Pcdigion bears cur fprrits up, While we expect that blefled hope, The bright appearance of the Lord, And faith ftands leaning on his word. HYMN LIII. Lorfg Metre. Dr. Watts. A. Devout retirement. . A R. from my thoughts vain world be gone, Let my religious hours alone ; Fain would my eyes my Saviour fee, I wait a vifit, Lord, from thee. I My heart grows warm with holy fire, And kindles with a pure defire : Come my dear Jefus, from above, And i^d my foul with heav'nly love. 3 O hafle, but with a fmiling face, And fpread the table of thy grace ; Iking down a tafte of truth divine, And cheer my heart with facred wine, $ Blefs'd Jefus, what delicious fare ! How fvveet thy entertainments are ! Never did angels tafte above, Redeeming grace and dying love. S Hail BEFORE SERMON. fl i 5 Hail great Immanuel, all divine I In thee thy Father's glories iliine $ Thou brighteft, fweeteft, faireft oue^ That eyes have feen, or angels known. HYMN LIV. Long Metre. Dr. Watts. A. Encouragement to ivait on GeJ. i nniiUS faith the wifcjomof the Lord, g Blefs'd is the man that hears my word 5 Keeps daily watch before my gates, And at my feet for mercy waits. I The foul that feeks me fhall obtain Immortal wealth, and heav'nly gain* Immortal life is his reward^ Life, and the favour of the Lord. ) But the vile wretch that flies from me* Both his own foul an injury ; Fools that againft my grace rebel, Seek death, and love the road to hell. HYMN LV. Long Metre. Dr. S. Stennett. J, Gods reafoninz ivith men. If. i. 18. ■c OME finners, faith the mighty God Heinous as all your Crimes have beerf B a Lof BEFORE SERMON. Lo ! I defcend from mine abode To reafon with the fons of men. No clouds of darknefs veil my face, No vengeful lightnings flafli around I come with terms oflife and peace ; Where iinhath reign'd let grace abound. Yes, Lord, we will obey thy call, And to thy gracious Sceptre bow y O make our crimfon fins like wool, Our fcarlet fins as white as fnow- • [frail our thankful lips repeat Thy pralfes with a tuneful voice,. "While, humbly proftrate at thy feet, We wonder, tremble, and rejoice. HYMN LVI. Long Metre. Doddridge. A- A joyfol Courfe.% A " flifl: us, Lord, thy name to praife jT\ For the rich gofoel of thy grace; /' ad, that our hearts may love it more, b them to feel its vital power. h joy may we our courfe purfue, And -keep the crown of life in view; That crown, which in one hour repays The labour of ten thouiand days. 3 Should BEFORE SERMON. 53 > Should bonds or death obftruct our way Unmov'd their terrors we'll furvey; And the lad hour improve for thee, The laft of life, or liberty. 4 Welcome thofe bonds > which may unite; Our fouls to their fupreme delight! "Welcome that death whofe painful ft rife Bears us to Christ our better life!. LVII. Common Metre. (Pf. cxix.) A. Breathing after Holinefi. that the Lord would guide my ways To keep his ftatutes (till! O that my God would grant me grac© To know and do his will! 2 O fend thy Spirit down to write Thy law upon my heart ! Nor let my tongue indulge deceit., Nor a£t the liar's part. 3 From vanity turn off my eyes % Let no corrupt defign, Nor covetous defires a rife Within this foul of mine. B o 4 8f&tr 54 BEFORE SERMON. 4 Order my Footfteps by thy word, And make my heart fincere ; Let fin have no dominion, Lord, But keep my confidence clear. 5 Make me to walk in thy commands, 1 Tis a delightful road ; Nor let my head, or heart, or hands Offend again ft my God. HYM;v LVIII. «JM£fc Metre. A. ^ drift frechus. j \ ~ Love thy charming name, J[ s Tis mufic to my ear j Fain would I found it out fo loud That earth and heav'n might hear 2 Yes thou art precious to my foul, My tranfport and my truft, Jewels to thee are gaudy toys, And gold is fordid dufc. 3 All my capacious pow'rs can wifli In thee moft richly meet ; Nor to my tyes is light fo dear, Nor iViedihip half {q fweet. 4 O BEFORE SERMON. 55 4 O may thy ? ^ce ftiH cheer my heart, And flied its fragrance there ! The nbbleifc balm of all its wounds, The cordial of its care. 5 I'll fpeak the honours of thy name With my J aft lab'ring breath ; Wher* fpeechlefs clafp thee in mine arms My joy in life and death! | HYMN LIX. Short Metre, A. A preached Word. 1 "ITir 7" I T H heart and lips unfeign'd, V % W e praife thee for thy word \ We blefs thee for the joyful news Of . our redeeming Lord. 2 O let thy prefent voice, Accomplifii thy delign, Diftil on all our thirfty fouls, And confecrate us thine. 3 Water thy facred feed, And give it great increafe ; Let neither fowls nor rocks nor thorns* Hinder the fruits of peace. 4 Then tho' we weeping fow, And tears our hearts employ 5 We. $6 BEFORE SERMON. We know we fliall return again, And bring our fheaves with joy. 5 Our lives now hid with Chrift, With him fhall foon appear ; And we array'd in all his light, Shall meet him in the air. LX. Common Metre. (Pf. hcxxix.)- J. A blefed Gojbd, i \y left are the fouls that hear and know J[3 The gofpcl's joyful found ; Peace fliall attend the path they go, And light their fteps furround. it Their joy fliall bear their fpirits up Thro' their Redeemer's name j His righteoufnefs exalts their hope. Nor fatan dares condemn, 3 The Lord our glory and defence Strength and falvation gives : Ifrael, thy King for ever reigns, Thy God for ever lives. KYMN AFTER SERMON. 57 HYMN LXL Common Metre. J. Grace. I TTJ ich grrice,free grace moft fweetiy calls £\, Directly come who will 5 Juft as you are, for Christ receives Poor helplefs finners ftill. 2 Tis grace each day that feeds our fouls ; grace keeps us inly poor 5 And, O! that nothing elfe but grace May rule for evermore. LXiL Common Metre. (Pf. exxx. ) J, Pardoning Grace. 1 ff~\UT of die deeps of long diftrefe, \^P The borders of defpair, I fent rHy cries to feek thy grace, My groans to ~vove thine ear. 2 Greai God, fbould thy feverer eye, And thine impartial hand, Mark and n venge iniquity, No mortal flefli coidd Kind, 3 Bu. her»; are pardons with my God For crimes of high degree; Thy Son has bought them withliis blood To draw as near to thee. 4 Then 6 8 AFTER SERMON. 4 Then in the Lord let Ifrael truft,' Let Ifrael feek his face; The Lord is good as well as juft, And plenteous Is his grace. 5 There's full redemption at his throne For finners long enflav'd; The great Redeemer is his Son, And Ifrael (hall be fav'd. HYMN LXIII.' Common Metre. Toplady. 7. ChriJFs Inter cejf on. 1 A ^ A ^ J ^ weet gratitude and fing, XI, Th' afcended Saviour's love ; Sing how he lives to carry on, His people's caufe above. 2 For all that come to God by him, Salvation he demands ; Points to their names upon his breafty And fpreads his wounded hands. 3 His fweet atoning facriflce, Gives fanclion to his claim : " Father, I will that all my faints, cc Be with me where I am : 4 " By their falvation, recompenfe, " The forrows I endur'd y " Juft AFTER SERMON. sg li Juft to the merits of thy Son, 4i And faithful to thy word." 5 Eternal life, at his requeft, To every faint is given : Safety on Earth, and, after death, The plenitude of Heaven. HYMN LXIV. Common Metre. Dr. Watts. J. l%e Refiirreffion of Ghriji. J* OS ANN A to the Prince of light J That cloth'd himfelf in clay ; Enter'd the iron gates of death, And tore the bars away. 2 Death is no more the king of dread, Since our Imnianuel rofe ; He took the tyrant's fting away, Andfpoil'd our hellifh foes. 3 See how the Conqu'ror mounts aloff^ And to his Father flies, With fears of honour in his flefh, And triumph in his eyes. 4 Haife your devotion, mortal tongues 5 To reach his blefs'd abode ; Sweet be the accents ofourfongs, To our incarnate God. 5 Brighi 6o ,AFTER SERMON. 5 Bright angeis, Crv'rke your loucieft ftring . Your fwcetefr voices raife j Let heav'n and all created things, Sound our Immanuel's praife. HYMN LXV. Common Metre. J. The Kingdom of God, not in tvorJ, but in poiver. Form of words tho' e'er fo found Can never fave a foul, Phe Holy Ghoft muft give the wound, And make the wounded whole. ■A 2 Though God's election is a truth, Small comfort there I fee, 4 Till I am told by God's own mouth, Thar. He has chofen me. 3 Sinners, I read, are juftifled, By faith in Jesus' blood : But when to me that blood's appli'd, 'Tis then I've peace with God. 4 Imputed righteoufnefs I own, A dodtrine moll divine •, When Jesus to my heart makes known, That all his merit's mine. r To perfeverance I agree ; The thing to me is clear *, Becaufe AFTER SERMON. 61 Becaufethe Lord lias promif'd me, That I (hall perfevere. 6 Tlius chriftians glorify the Lord ; His Spirit joms with ours, In bearing witnefs to his word, With all its faving pow'rs. HYMN LXVI. Common Metre. Edm. Jonea. J. "The faaefsfui Rtfofoc, Eft, iv. 16. O M E, humble Tinner, in whole _Ji breaft, A thorrfand thoughts revolve, Come, with your guilt and fear oppreft, And make this laft reiolve. 2 " Fil go to Jesus, t ho' my fin " Hath like a mountain rofe ; " I know his courts, I'll enter in, "Whatever may oppofe. 3 "Profirate I'll lie before his throne, " And there my guilt confefs, " III tell him I'm a wretch undone " Without his fovereign grace. 4 " I'll to the gracious King approach, " Whofe fceptre pardon gives, " Perhaps 62 AFTER. ^ SERMO:\. JJlon. 1 BT* ATHER, before we hence depar: JL Send thy good Spirit down ; Let him reiide in every heart, And Mefs the feed that's fown. 2 Thou fountain of eternal love ! Who gav'ft tfc* Son to die 5 O let thy Spirit from above, Enlighten and apply. HYMN 64 AFTER SERMON. Hi r MN LXIX. Common Metre. Rippon's Col. J. DifmiJJion. 1 "I" N vain Apollo's filver tongue, X And Paul's with drains profound, DifFufe among the liftening throng, The Gofpel's glad'ning found. 2 Jesus, the work is wholly thine, To form the heart anew, Now let thy fovereign grace divine Each ftubborn foul renew. HYMN LXX. Common Metre. Dr. Watts. J. The profptSl of Heaven mates death eafy 1 HP 1 H £ R E is a land of pure delight, 1 Where faints immortal reign : Infinite day excludes the night, Andpleafure banifli pain. 2 There evcrlafting fpring abides, And never fading flow'rj : Death, like a narrow fea, divides This heav'nly land from curs. 3 [Sweet fields beyond the fwelling flood, Stand drefs'd in living green : So to the Jews old Canaan flood, While Jordan roll'd between. 4 Bu^ A F T E £ SERMON. 65. 4 But fearful mortals ftart and fhrink, To crofs this narrow fea j And linger, Ihiv'ring on the brink, And fear to launch away.] 5 O ! Could we make our doubts remove Thofe gloomy doubts that rife, And fee the Canaan that we love, With un beclouded eyes ? 6 Could we but climb Where Mofes flood, And view the landfkip o ? er, Not Jordan's ftreams, nor death's cold Should. fright us from the fhore. (flood HYMN LXXI. Common Metre. Rippon's Coil. J. San£lifi:ation Sought. X^l Who from the imprifoning grave Reftor'd the Shepherd of the fheep, Omnipotent to fave. 2 Thro' the rich Merits of that blood, Which he on Calvary fpilt, To make th' eternal Cov'nant fure, On which our hopes are built. 3 Per feci: our fouls in every grace, T' accomplifh all his wilj, And 66 AFTER SERMON. And all that's pleafing in his fight, Infpire us to fulfil ! 4 For the great Mediator's fake, We for thefe bleffings pray : With glory let his name be crowc'd, Thro' Heaven's eternal day ! «YMN LXXII. Common Metre. Rippon's Coll. % Praift to the Lamb. 1 'frxTOT unto us, but thee alone, £ J\ Bled Lamb, be glory given ! Here fhall thy praifes be begun, And carried on in Heaven. 2 The hoft of fpirits now with thee, Eternal anthems fing : To imitate them here, lo ! we, Our Hallelujahs bring. 3 Had we our tongues like them infpir'dj Like theirs our fongs ihou'd rife ; Like them we never ihould be tir'd, But love the facrifice. 4 'Till we the veil of flafh lay down.. Accept pur weaker lays j And AFTER SERMON. 6 T And when we reach thy father's throne We'll give thee nobler praife. -HYMN LXXIII. Common Metre. Dr. Watts. J. Qodoxr only hafpinefs, 1 ~7; j% Y God, my portion, & my love XVJL 1v -7 ever] a (tin g AH 5 I've none but thee in Heav'n above, Or on this earthly ball. 2 "What empty things are all the ikies, And this inferior clod 1 There's nothing here deferves my joys, There's nothing like my God. 3 In vain the bright, the burning fun, Scatters his feeble light : ^Tis thy fweet beams create my noon j If thou withdraw, 'tis night. 4 And whilft upon my reftlefs bed, Amklft the mades I roll, If my Redeemer raife my head, 'Tis morning with my foul. 5 To thee we owe our wealth and friends, And health, and fofe abode : We praife thy name for all thefe things, But they are not our God. 6 Were 68 AFTER SERMON. 6 Were I pofTeftbr of the earth, And call'd the ftars my own ; Without thy graces and thyfclf, I were a wretch undone. HYMN LXXIV. Common Metre. j. Defiring Jijfurance of God 's favor. i |p TERNAL fource of joys divine, JLj To thee my foul afpires : O could I fay, " The Lord is mine," 'Tis all my foul deiires. a Thy fmile can give me real joy, Unmingled, and refin'd ; Subftantiai blifs without alloy, And lafting as the mind. 3 Thy ftniles can gild the (hades of woe, Bid ftormy trouble ceafe, Spread the fair dawn of heav'n below, And fweeten pain to peace. 4 My hope, my truft, my life, my Lord, Allure me of thy love ; O fpeak the kind tranfporting word, And bid my fear remove. 5 Then 'A AFTER SERMON. 69 Then iiiall my thankful pow'rs rejoice, And triumph in my God, Till heav'nly tranfport tunes my voice, To ipread thy praife abroad. KYI. : N LXXV. Common Metre. Dr. Watts. J. Safety in God. BISK, my foul, my joyful pow'rs J^ And triumph in my God j Awake, my voice, and loud proclaim Kis glorious grace abroad. 2 He rai&'d me from the deeps of fin, The gates of gaping hell, And fix'd my (ran ding more fecure, Than 'twas before I fell. 3 The arms of everlafting love, Beneath my foul he plac'd. And on the rock of ages fet My flipp'ry footfteps faft. 4 The city of my blefs'd abode Is waii'd around with grace ; Salvation for a bulwark ftands To (hield the facred place. 5 Satan may vent his fiiarpeft fpite, And all his legions roar ; Almighty ?o AFTER S E R M O rf Almighty mercy guards my life, And bounds his raging pow'r. 6 Arife, my foul, awake, my voice, And i'ongs of praifes ring ; Loud hallelujahs (kail ad dreis My Saviour and my King. HYMN I.XXVI. Common Metre. J. For New Year* Day. I A ND now, my foul another y.-uy Ji~\_ Of thy fhort life is paft. I cannot long continue here, And this may be my laic, -2 Much of my dubious life is gone, • Nor will return again ; And fwift my paffing moments run, The few that yet remain. 3 Awake, my foul, with utmoft care Thy true condition learn; What are thy hopes, how fare, how f*ir And what thy great concern. 4 Now a new fcene of time begins, Set out afrefti for Heaven ; Seek pardon for thy former fins, In Chrijt fo freely given. 5 Devoutly AFTER SERMON. fi 5 Devoutly yield thyfelf to God, And on his grace, depend ; With zeal purfue the heav'nly road, Nor doubt a happy end. ' HYMN LXXVII. Common Metre. Dr. S. Stennett. J. The AttraSIkn of the Cr'fs, (John xii. 32.) 1 "10 r 'ONDER---amazmgSight !--, Iiee Th' incarnate Son of God., Expiring on the accurfed tree, And welt'ring in his blood. 2 Behold a purple torrent run Down from his hands and head : The crimfon tide puts out the fun j His groans awake the dead. 3 The trembling earth, the darken'd fky Proclaim the truth aloud ! And with th' amaz'd centurion cry, " This is the fan of God." 4 So great, fo vaft a facrifice May well my hope revive : If God's own Son thus bleeds and dies, The finner fure may live. g O that thefe cords of love divine, Might draw me, Lord to thee, Thou AFTER SERMON. Thou haft my heart, it (hall be thine — Thine it iliail ever be ! HYMN LXXVIII. CommoD Metre. A. Contri 1 jf^\ Thou whofe tender mercy hears %^Jf Contrition's humble figh; Whofe hand indulgent wipes the tears From forrow's weeping eye. 2 See! low before thy throne of grace, We wretched wanderers mourn; Haft thou not bid us feek thy face? Haft thou not faid, return? 3 And (hall mj guilty fears prevail To drive us from thy feet? O let not this dear refuge fail, This only fafe retreat. • 4 O fhine on this benighted heart With beams of mercy fhine; And let thy healing voice impart A tafteof joys divine. 5 Thy prefence only can beftow Delights which never cloy; Be this my folace here below, And my eternal joy. AFTER SERMON. 73 HYMN LXXIX. Common Metre. The Coll. A. Providence. 1 /T^ ®^* moves in a myfterious way, \JP" His wonders to perform; He plants his footfteps in the fea. And rides upon the ftorm. 1 Deep in unfathomable mines Of never failing {kill, He treafures up his bright deflgns, And works his fovereign will. 3 Ye fearful faints frefh courage takei The clouds you fo much dread Are big with mercy and fhall break In blellings on your head. 4 Judge not the Lord by feeble fenfe. But truft him for his grace; Behind a frowning Providence He hides a fmiling face. 5 His purpofes will ripen faft, Unfolding every hour; The bud may have a bitter tafte But fweet will be the flow'iv 6 Blind unbelief is fure to err, And lean his work in vain: C God 74 AFTER SERMO N. God is his own interpreter, And he will make it plain. HYMN LXXX. Common Metre. The Coll. A: Rapture. 1 And run eternal rounds, Beyond the limits of the ikies, And all created bounds. 2 The holy triumphs of my foul Shall death itfelf outbrave, Leave dull mortality behind, And fly beyond the grave. 3 There where my bleffed Jefus reigns,- In Heaven's unmeafur'd fpace, I'll fpend a long eternity in pleafure and in praife. f Millions of years my wondering eyes Shall o'er thy beauties rove, And endlefs ages Til adore, The glories of thy love, ; Sweet Jefus every fmile of thine Shall frcfli endearments bring; And thoufand taftes of new delights, From all thy graces fpring. HYMN AFTER SERMON. 75 LXXXI. Common Metre. The Coll. A. ChrijliOn Soldier. j " H\RESS uniform the foldier's wear, JLr When duty calls abroad; Not purchas'd at their coft or care, But by the prince beftowed. 2 Chrift's foldiers too, if Chrifl-Iike bred, Have regimental drefs ; 'Tis linen white, faced with red, 'Tis Chrift's own rightebufndh 3 A rich and fightly robe it is, And to the foidier dear; No rofe can learn to blufli like this. Nor lily look fo fair. 4 'Tis wrought by Jeftis' Ikilful hand, And ting'd with his own blood*, It make the Cherubs gazing ftand To view this robe of God. 5 This vefture never WAxeth old, Nor, fpot thereon can fall ; It makes a foidier brifk and bold, And dutiful withall. 6 This robe put on me, Lord each day, And it ftiall hide my fhame,, C 2 Shall 76 AFTER SERMO N. Shall make me fight and fing and pray And blefs my captain's name. HYMN LXXXII. Common Metre. The Col!. General. i LORY to God, who gave the word And bid the preachers cry ; Who caus'd his will to be proclaim'd, And brought fulvation nigh. 2 Lord, ever give us of this bread, And grant us ears to hear ; Hearts to receive the heav'nly Cesdy And bring forth fruit with fear. 3 O may thy word direct our path, And guide our fault'ring feet ; Direct us in the living way, And to thy mercy feat ! 4 Fill every hungry foul, that cries, From thine exhauftlefs (tore ; And let no one go empty hence, But tafte, and pray for more. 5 Let all thy children, Lord, be fed, With the eternal word ; 2s wife, and ftrongcr grow thereby, Jncreafing in the Lord. HYZvIM AFTER SERMON. 77 HYMN LXXXI1I. Common Metre. Dr. Watts. A. A Godly forroiv for Cbrifi 's fujfaings . 1 A LAS ! and did my Saviour bleed? X"\_ And did my fov'reign die ; Wou'd he devote that facred head For fuch a worm as I ? 2 Was it for crimes that I had done, He groan'd upon the tree ? Amazing pity ! grace unknown ! And love beyond degree. 3 Well might the fun in darknefs hide, And {hut his glories in, When Chrift the mighty Saviour dy'cl For man his creature's fin. 4 Thus might I hide my blufhing face, While his dear crofs appears, Diflblve my heart in tendernefs. And melt my eyes in tears, 5 But drops of grief can ne'er repay The debt of love I owe ; Here, Lord, I give myfelf away , 'Tis all that I can do. HYMN 78 AFTER SERMON. HYMN LXXXIV. Com. Mctre.Dr. Doddrklge. 7. Salvation Approaching. 1 A WAKE ^y efa5nt s,and lift your eyes jLjL And raifeyour voices high 5 Awake, and praife that fovereign lore That {hews falvation nigh. 2 On all the wings of time it flies, Each moment brings it near : Then welcome each declining day ; And each revolving year ! 3 Not many years their round mail run, Nor many mornings rife, Ere ail its glories ftand reveal'd To our admiring eyes. 4 Ye wheels of nature, fpeed your courfe Ye mortal powers, decay ; Faft as ye bring the night of death, Ye bring eternal day. HYMN LXXXV. Common Metre. Rippon's Coll. J. Tie Parable of the Soiver. Matt. xiii. 3 10. i "^T°W, Lord, the heav'nly feed is JL 11 Be it thy fervant's care (fown, Thy heavenly bleffing to bring down, By humble fervent prayer. * la AFTER SERMON. 79 -a In vain we plant without thine aid, And water too in vain ; Lord of the harveft, God of grace, Send down thy heav'nly rain. 3 Thenfhallourchearfulhearts& tongues Begin this fong divine ; "Thou, Lord, haft given the rich increafe " And be the glory thine." HYMN LXXXVI. Common Metre. The Coll. J. 1 i^\ J EsU > J ESU5 deareft LoR : D » |^/ How wond'rous is thy love ! Thy patience, pity, tendernefs, Which! each moment prove ! 2 O Lord, how faithlefs is my heart,, How apt to turn afi'de ; And wander in its own deceits, # Of reafoning and pride ! h Yet, deareft Saviour, love me ft ill, The pooreft, and the worft j For well I know where fin abounds, Thy grace abounds the mod. 4 Yet let me not thy grace abufe, And fin becauie thon'rt good j C 4 $W So AFTER SERMON. But let thy love fill me with fhame, That I thy love withftood.* 5 On me, my King, exert thy pow'iy Make old things pafs away, Create all new, and draw me frill, Still nearer ev'ry day. 6 I thank and praife thee, deareftLoRD, For all that thou haft done : O take me to thee a-s I am, For thy redeemed one. LXXXVII. Common Metre. (Pf. Ixxi) J. Rejoicing in hope. 1 T\/I" Y Saviour, my Almighty friend, JlVA When I begin to praife ; Where will the growing numbers end, The numbers of thy grace ? 2 Thou art my everlafting truft, Thy goodnefs I adore !' Send down thy grace, O bleffed Lord, That I may love thee more. 3 My feet (hall travel all the length, Of theceleftial road ; And march with courage in thy ftrength To fee the Lord my God. 4 How AFTER SERMON. 81 4 How will my lips rejoice to tell The vicYries of my King ! My foul redeem'd from fin and hell, Shall thy falvation nng. 5 My tongue mall all the day proclaim, My Saviour and my God ; His death hath brought my foes tofhame And drown'd them in his blood. 6 Awake, awake, my tuneful pow'rs, With this delightful fqn,g I'll entertain the dar^eft hours* Nor think thefeafon long. HYMN LXXXVIII. Common Metre. Steel. J. Praife to Hie Redeemer, 1 r | T p our Redeemer's glorious name I Awake the facred fong I O may his love (immortal flame) Tune ev'ry heart and tongue. 2 His love what mortal thought can reach What mortal tongue difplay ? Imagination's utmoft ftretch In wonder dies away. C 5 3 Let *2 AFTER SERMON; 3 Let wonder (till with love unite, And gratitude and joy ; Jesus be our fupreme delight, His praife our bed employ. 4 Jesus, who left his throne on high, Left the bright realms of blifs, And came to earth to bleed and die :--- Was ever love like this ? • £ Dear Lord, while we adoring pay, Our humbk thanks to thee ; May evVy heart, with rapture fay, 11 The Saviour dy'd for me." 5 O may the fwcet the blifsful theme Fill cy'ry heart and tongue, Till ftrangers love thy charming name, And join the facred fong. HYMN LXXXIX. Common Metre. Steel. J. Watchfulnefs and Prayer. (Matt. xxvi. 41.) x A LAS, what hourly dangers rife! /a What fnares befet my way ! To Heaven O let me lift my eyes, And hourly watch and pray. i How oft my mournful thoughts com- And melt in flowing tears; (plain, My AFTER SERMON. 83 My weak refinance, ah ! how vain ! How ftrong my foes and fears. 3 O gracious God, in whom I live, My feeble efforts aid. Help me to watch, and pray, and ftrive, Tho' trembling and afraid. 4 Increafe my faith, increafe my hope, When foes and fears prevail; And bear my fainting fpirits up, Or foon my %-ength will fail. 5 When ere temptations fright my heart, Or lure my feet a fide, My God, thy powerful aid impart, My guardian and my guide. 6 O keep me in thy heavenly way* And bid the tempter flee'; And let me never, never ftray From happinefs and thee. HYMN XC. Common Metre. The Coll. 7, *Tbe Sinner converted. l &~^\ FT I reflect upon thy grace, \^J With tears of thankfulneis, Which call'd me from my native place, The world's wide wildernefs. C 6 2 My 84 AFTER SERMON. 2 My precious time I vainly fpent, Subject to nature's fway; My corrupt, carnal will was bent Its motion to obey. 3 Thick darknefs overfpread my mind, I ftumbled in the night, All my affections were inclin'd To creaturely delight. 4 God faw me in this wretched cafe, A Have to bafe defire ; And, by an act of fpecial grace, The brand pluck'd from the fire. % O may a fenfe of mercies paft, Stir up my foul to praife ; And whet my appetite, to tafle, Thy larger draughts of grace. HYMN XCr. Common Metre. The Coll. J. ¥he Believer s Hope. 1 T T E is a God of fov'reign love, JL- X That prornis'd Heav'n to me •, And taught my thoughts to ibar above, Where happy fpirits be. 2 Prepare me, Lord for thy right hand, Then come the joyful day ! Come AFTER SERMOtf. 8 Come death and fome cekftial band ! To bear myvfoul away. 3 Then, my beloved, take my foul Up to thy bleft abode ; That face to face I may behold My Saviour and my God. 4 God has laid up in Heav'n for me A crown which cannot fade ; The righteous Judge at the great day Shall place it on my head. 5 Nor hath the King of grace decreed This prize for me alone*, But all that love and long to fee Th' appearance of his Son. HYMN XCII. Common Metre. The Gdil. J»- the Chrifdans Expeffation. I /^I'ODof all' eonfolat'ion, take \jf The glory of thy grace ; Thy gifts to thee we render back In ceafelefs fongs of praife. a Not unto us, but thee, O Lord,, Glory to thee be giv'n, For ev'ry gracious thought and* word. That brought us nearer Heav'n. C 7 3 & 86 AFTER SERMON. 3 Our fouls are in his mighty hand. And He will keep them ft ill ; And you and I fhall furc y ftand With Him on Zion's bill. 4 Him eye to eye we there (hall fee, Our face, like his, fliall Ebine ; O what a glorious company, When faints and angels join ! £ O what a joyful meeting there, In robes of white array'd ; Palms in our hands w*e all fhall bear, And crowns upon our head ! 6 Then let us earnestly contend, And fight our pannage thro'; Bear in our faithful mind the end, And keep the prize in view. HYMN XCIII. Common Metre. The Coll. £. Breathing after Heavenly Things. I H "^O thee, my God, I hourly figh, jL But not for golden ftores ; Nor covet I the brighteft gems, On the rich eaftern fhores. Nor that deluding empty joy, Men call a mighty name j Nor AFTER SERMON. 87 Nor greatoefs in its gayeft forms, My reftlefs thoughts enflame. 3 Nor pleasure's foft enticing charms, My fond defi'res allure ; Far greater things than earth can yield, My wifhes would fecure. 4 Thofe blifsful, thofe transporting faults, That brighten Heav'n above ; The boundlefs riches of thy grace, And treafures of thy love. 5 Thefe are the mighty things I crave : ! make thefe bleffings mine ; And all the glories of the world 1 gladly will refign. HYMN XCIV. Common Metre. The Col!. J. Tribulation. i fTHHE fouls that would to Jesu s prefs Muft fix this firm and fure, That tribulation, more or lefs, They muft and ihall endure. 2 From this there can be none exempt ; 'Tis God's own wife decree : Satan the weakeft faint will tempt, Nor is the ftongeft free. C a 3 The 88 AFTER SERMON. 3 The world oppofes from without, And unbelief within.: "We fear, we faint, we grieve, we doubt, And feel the load of fin. 4 Glad frames too often lift us up, And then how proud we grow, 'Till fad defertion makes us droopy And down we fink as low. 5 Ten thoufand baits the foe prepares To catch the wand'ring heart ; And feldom do we fee the fnares, Before we feel the fmart. 6 But let not all this terrify; Purfue the narrow path ; Look to the Lord with fledfafl eye, And fight with hell by faith. 7 Tho' we are feeble, Christ is ftrong ; His promifes are true.; We fhall be conqu'rors all ere long, And more than conqu'rors too. HYMN XCV. Common Metre. Dr. Watts. 7. Trials overcome by Hope. 1 \ \ T ^ ^ ^ * can reflc * m y tn ^ e c ^ ear * V V To manfions in the fkies, I AFTER SERMON. 89 I bid farewell to evVy fear, And wipe my keeping eyes. 2 Should earth againft my foul engage. And heiiifh darts be hurl'd, Then I can fmile at fatan's rage, And face a frowning world. 3 Let cares like a wild deluge come r And,ltorms of forrow fall ; May I but fafely reach my home. My God, my Heav'n, my All : 4 There fhall I bathe my weary ioul In feas of heav'niy reft, And not a wave of trouble roll Acrofs my peaceful breaft. HYMN XCVT. Common Metre. Dr. Watts. 7. i ^kT AKED as from the earth we came X^ And crept to life at firft, We to the earth return again, And mingle with our duft. 2 The dear delights we here enjoy, And fondly call our own, Are but mort favours borrow'd npw, To be repaid anon. C q J 'Tis 9o AFTER SERMON. 3 Tis God that lifts our comforts highj Or finks them in the grave, He gives, and (blefTed be his name!) He takes but what he gave. 4 Peace all our angry paflions then, Let each rebellious figh Be filent at his foy'reign will, And every murmur die. 5 If fmiling mercy crown our lives, Its praifes fhall be fpread, And we'll adore the juftice too That ilrikes our comforts dead. HYMN XCVJI. Com. Metre. Dr. Watts Serra. ^. Holy Fortitude. Mia foldier of the crofs ? A follower of the Lamb ? And fhall I fear to own his caufe ? Or blulli to fpeak his name ? Muft I be carry'd to the fkies, On flowery beds of eafe, "While others fought to win the prize, And fail'd through bloody feas ? Are there no- foes for me to face ? Mull I not (km the flood r I* AFTER SERMON. 9> Is this vile world a friend to grace, To help me on to God ? 4 Sure I mufl fight if I would reign ; Increafe my courage Lord : I'll bear the crofs, endure the pain, Supported by thy word. 5 Thy faints, in all this glorious war, Shall conquer though they die ; They fee the triumph from afar, And feize it with their eye. 6 When that illuftrious day fhall rife, And all thy armies fhine, In robes of vidYry through the fkies, The glory fhall be thine. HYMN XCVIII. Common Metre. Dr. Watts. j r Invitation. i T ET ev'ry mortal ear attend, JL^ And ev'ry heart rejoice ; The trumpet of the gofpel founds With an inviting voice, 2 Come all ye hungry ftarving fouls That feed upon the wind, And vainly ftrivc with earthly toys To fill an empty mind *, 3 Eternal 92 AFTER SERMON. 3 Eternal wifdom has prepar'd A foul reviving feaft, And bids your longing appetites The rich provifion tafte. 4 Ho ! ye that pant for living ft reams, And pine away and die ; Here you may quench your raging thirft With fprings that never dry. £ Rivers of love and mercy here, In a rich ocean join ; Salvation in abundance flows, Like floods of milk and wine. XCIX. Common Metre. (Pfi. Dr. Watts.) 7. The -way and end of the righteous and -zvidcd. I |3 ljESTisthernan > wn o^unsthe place jf) Where finners love to meet ; Who fears to tread their wicked ways, And hates the fcoffer's feat. 3 But in the ftatutes of the Lord, Has plac'd his chief delight ; By day he reads or hears the word, And meditates by night. 3 Green as the leaf and ever fair, Shall his profeffion fhine ; While AFTER SERMON. 93 While fruits of holinefs appear Like clutters on the viae. 4 Not fo the impious and unjuft ; What vain defigns they form ! Their hopes are blown away like dufl> Or chaff before the ftorm. 5 Sinners in judgment ihall not ftand, Amongft the fons of grace, When Chrift the judge at his right hand Appoints his faints a place. 6 His eye beholds the path they tread, His heart approves it well j But crooked ways of finners lead, Pown to the gates of hell. HYMN C. Common Metre. The Col. J. A prayer for faith. 1 Y7 1 ATHER, I ftretch my hands to thee JC No other help I know ; If thou withdraw thyfelf from me, Ah ! whither fhall I go ? 2 What did thine only Son endure, Before I drew my breath ? What pain, what labour, to fecure, My foul from endlefs death ! 3 o 94 AFTER SERMON. 3 O Jesus, could I thus believe, I now iliould feel thy pow'r ; Now my poor foul thou would'ft receive Nor let me wait one hour. 4 Author of faith, to thee I lift My weary, longing eyes ; O let me now receive that gift ! My foul without it dies ! HYMN CI. Com. Metre. Dr. Watts. Zech. xiii r. J. 1 |"OW fad our (late by nature is I 7JL Our fin, how deep it ftains ! And fatan binds our captive fouls Faft in his flavifh chains. 2 But there's a voice of fov'reign grace Sounds from God's facred word ; (S Ho ! ye defpairing finners, come, " And truft upon the Lord." 3 O may we hear th* Almighty call, And run to this relief ; "We would believe thy promife, Lord, O ! help our unbelief. 4 To the bleft fountain of thy blood, Teacli us, O Lord ! to fly : There AFTKR SERMON. <>, There may we wafh our fpottcd foull From crime* of deepeft dye ! 5 Stretch out thine arm, victorious King, Our reigning fins fubdue, Drive the old dragon from bifi i'cat, A id form our fouh; an< 6 Poor, guilty, weak ar.d helplcfs won.v;, On thy kind aim we /"all \ liou our ftrength and rightcoufnefl Our Jesus and our All. !/• | ^ESU Piedecmer, Saviour, Lord, ji The weary doner's friend; Goi Kelp, pronounce the word, Bid my corruptions end. i '!> I ,r:OUS pi cveriafting ftrength i A n •' e. y powerful fpirit can filtx UOCOOC] ::n, 96 AFTER SERMON 4 Speak and the deaf fhall hear thy voice The blind his fight receive, The dumb in fongs of praife rejoice, The heart of ftone believe. 5 The jEthiopthen fliall change his Ikin, The dead fhall feel thy power; The loathfome leper fliall be clean, And I fliall fin abhor. HYMN CIIL Long Metre. The Coll. J. The prejfure of fin. i fT~\ That my load of fin were gone F \^r O that I could at laft fubmit, At Jefus' feet to lay me down, To lay my foul at Jefus' feet ! 2 When fliall 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 Pveft for my foul I long to find ; Saviour, if mine indeed thou art, Give me tby meek and lowly mind, And ftamp thine image on my heart. 4 I would, but thou muft give the powV, My keart from evVy fin releafe ', Brin£ AFTER SERMON. 97 Bring near, bring pear the joyful hour, Aitd fill me with thy heav'nly peace. 5 Come, Lord, the drooping finner chear Let not my Jesus long delay -, Appear, in my hard heart appear, My Gov, my Saviour, come away. CIV. Common Metre. (Pf. 51.) J' - I T ord,I would fpread my fore diflrefs JLl And guilt before thine eyes; Againft thy law, againft thy grace, How high my crimes arife ! • 2 I from the ftock of Adam came, Unholy and unclean j All my original is fhame, And all my nature iin. 3 Born in a world of guilt, 1 drew, Contagion with my breath; And as my days advanc'd I grew, A jufter prey for death. 4 Clean feme, O Lord, and chear my foul With thy forgiving love ; O make my broken fpirit whole, And bid mv fins remove. k Let $8 AFTER SERMON. 5 Let not thy fpirit quite depart, Nor drive me from thy face ; Create anew my vicious heart And fill it with thy grace, f> Then fhall I make thy mercy known,, Before the funs of men ; Backfliders fhall addrefs thy throne, And turn to God again, CV. Common Metre. (Pf. 126.) J. The joy of Converjion. When God reveal'd his gracious name And chang'd my mournful ftate, My rapture feem'd a pleafing dream, The grace appeared {q great. 2 The world beheld the glorious change, And did thy hand confefs : My tongue brokeout in unknown ftrains And fung furprifing grace. 3 Great is the work, my neighbours cry'd And own'd the pow'r divine ; Great is the work, my heart reply'd, And be the glory thine. 4 The Lord can clear the darkefl fkie#, :n give us day for n ; ght, Make Cai AFTER SERMO N. 99' Make drops of facred forrows rife, To rivers of delight. 5 Let thole that fow in fadnefs wait, 'Till the fair harveft come y They fhall confefs their (heaves are great And fhout the bleffings home. 6 Tho' feed lie buried long in duft, It fhan't deceive their hope ! The precious grain can ne'er be loir, For giace infuresthe crop. KYMN CVI. Common Metre. Dr. Watts. J. A Living and Dead Faith. i'm ATiftaken fouls! that dream of Heav'n J^X. Ancl make their em P l y Doafft Of inward joys and fins forgiv'n, While they are flaves to luft! 2 Vain are our fancies, airy flights, If faith be cold and dead , None but a living pow'r unites, To Chrift the living head. 3 'Tis faith that changes all the hearts j Tis faith that works by love > TJfat bids all finful joys depart, - And lifts the thpughts above. 4 'T *co AFTER SERMON. 4 'Tis faith that conquers earth and hell By a celeftial pow'r ; This is the grace that fhall prevail In the decifive hour. HYMN CVII. Common Metre. The Coll. J. Ezekid xxxvi*. 26, 1 A lmighty God o| truth and love x\. In me thy pow'r exert ; The mountain from my foul remove. The hardnefs of my heart : My mod obdurate heart fubdue, In honor to thy Son, And now the gracious wonder mew, And take away the flone. 2 I want a principle within, Of jealous, godly fear ; A fenfibilhy of fin, A pain to feel it near : I want the firft approach to feel Of pride, or vain defire, To catch the wand'rings of my will, And quench the kindling fire. 3 From thee that I no more depart, No more thy goodneis grieve 3 AFTER SERMON. lox The filial awe, the flefhly heart, The tender confcience give : Quick as the apple of an eye, O God ! my confcience make : Awake my foul when fin is nigh, And keep it frill awake. HYMN CVill. Common Metre. The Coll. J- The Heavenly guejl. Rev. iii. 20. And will the Lord thus condefcend To vifit finful worms ? Thus at the door (hall mercy (land, In all her winning forms ? : Surprizing grace ! — and (hall my heart Unmov'd and cold remain ? Has this hard rock no tender part ? Muft mercy plead in vain ? ; Shall Jesus for ad million fue, His charming voice unheat»d ? And this vile heart, his rightful due, Remain for ever barr'd ? \ 'Tis fin, alas ! with tyrant power The lodging has pofTefsM ; And crouds of traitors bar the door Againft the heav'nly gueft, 5 Lord 102 AFTER SERMON. 5 Lord, rife in thy all conquering grace, Thy mighty power difplay ; One beam of glory from thy face Can drive my foes away. 4 Ye dangerous inmates, hence depart j * Dear Saviour enter in, And guard the pafiage of my heart, And keep out evVy fin. HYMN CIX. Common Metre. Dr. Watts J. Weaknefs Beivailed. i "^T*X T*HY is my heart fo far from thee VV My God, my chief delight ? Why are my thoughts no more by day, With thee, no more by night ? 2 Why mould my foolifh paflions rove ? Where can fuch fvveetnefs be, As I have tafted in thy love, As I have found in thee ? 3 When my forgetful foul renews The favour of thy grace, My heart prcfumes I cannot lofe The relifh all my days. 4 But e'er one fleeting hour is paft, The flatt'ring world employs Some AFTER SERMON. 103 Somefenfual bait to feize my tafte, And to pollute ray joys. ; Then I repent and vex my foul, That I fhouM leave thee fo : Where will thofe wild affections roll 3 Thar let a Saviour go ? CX. Common Metre. (Pf. ii. Dr. Watts.) J. The Kingdom of (Smjk H Y did the nations join to flay The Lord's anointed Son? Why did they call: his laws away, And tread his gofpel down ? The Lord that fits above the Ikies, Derides their rage below, He fpeaks with vengeance in his eyes, And ftrikes their fpirits through. c * I call him my eternal Son, " And raife him from the dead 5 " I make my holy hill his throne, And will his kingdom fpread. " Afk me, my Son, and then enjoy, " The utmoft heathen lands : Ci Thy rod of iron lhall deftroy " The rebel that withstands," S Be io 4 AFTER SER M O K; 5 Be wife, ye rulers of the earth, Obey th' anointed Lord, Adore the King of heav'nly birth, And tremble at his word. 6 With humble love addrefs his throne 5 For if he frown, ye die : Thofe are fecure, and thofe alone Who on his grace rely. CXI. Common Metre. (Pf. 27.) J. Prayer and Hope. 1 QOONasI heard my father fay t \J %i Ye children, leek my grace" My heart reply'd without delay, 1*11 feek my father's face." 2 Let not thy face be hid from me, Nor frown my foul away : God of my life, I fly to thee, In a diftrefHng day. 3 Should friends andkindred near and dear Leave me to want or die, My God would make my life his care, And all my need fupply. 4 My fainting flefh had dy'd with grief, Had not my foul believ'd, To AFTER SERMON. 105 To fee thy grace provide relief, Nor was my hope deceiv'd. 5 W ut on the Lord., ye trembling faints, And keep your courage up, HeMl raife your fpirit when it faints,, And far exceed your hope. HYMN CXII. Common Metre. Dr. Watts J. Complaint cf fpiritualjloth. 1 T& y|" Y drowfy pow'rs, why fleep ye fo JlVJL Awake, my fluggifh foul ! Nothing has half thy work to do, t_>' * Yet nothing's half {o dull. 2 The little ants for one poor grain Labour, and tug, and flrive 5 Yet we, who have a heav'n t'obtain. How negligent we live ! 3 "We, for whofe fake all nature ftands, And flars their courfes move ; We, for whofe guard the angel-bands, Come flying from above : 4 We, for whom God the Son came down And labour'd for our good, How Crirelefs to fecure that crown fie purciias'd with his blood I 5 Lord, io£ AFTERS ERM ON. 5 Lord, {hall we lie fo fluggifh ftill, ' And never act our parts ! Come, holy Dove, from th' heav'nly hfli And fit and warm our hearts. 6 Then fhall our a&ive fpirirs move, Upward our fouls fhall rife ; With hands of faith and wings of love., We'll fly and take the prize. HYMN CXIIJ. Common JVIetft. D r . Wattt J. Dijirent fuecefs of the gojpel. 1 /""^IHFJST and his crofsls all our theme \^J( The mift'ries that we fpeak, Are fcandal in the Jews eiteem, And folly to the Greek. 2 But fouls enlightened from above With joy receive the word ; They fee what wifdom, pow'r, and Iove r Shines in their dying Lord. 3 The vital favour of his' name Reftores then* fainting breath; But unbelief perverts the fame, To guilt, defpair, and death, \ Till God diffufe his graces down, Li!-e fhow'rs of heav'nly rain, AFTER SERMON. 107 In vain Apollos fows the ground, And Paul may plant in vain. HYMN CXI V. Common Metre. (Dr. Watts.) A. A S'ympathifing Saviour, 1 "VTjT'fthJoy Wc meditate the grace VV of our Hi 8 h Plieft above > His heart is made of tendcrnefs, His bowels melt with love. 2 Touch'd with a fympathy within, Fie knows our feeble frame; He knows what fore temptations mean> For he has felt the fame. 3 He in the days of feeble flefli Pour'd out his cries and tears, And in his meafure feels afrefh, What ev'ry member bears. 4 He'll never quench the fmoking flax> But raife it to a flame; The bruifed reed he never breaks, Nor fcorns the meaneft name. 5 Then let our humble faith addrefs- His mercy and his pow'r, We ihall obtain delivering grace If. the diftreffing hour, HYM> r *o8 AFTER SERMON- HYMN CXV. Common Metre. Dr. Wats. A. Dtddnefi under the Word. . 1 " ONGhave I fat beneath the found M. j Of thy falvation, Lord ; But frill how weak my faith is found, And knowledge of t^y word ! 2 Oft I frequent thy holy place, And hear almoft in vain : How fmall a portion of thy grace My mem'ry can retain ! 3 How cold and feeble is my love ! How negligent my fear ! How low my hope of joys above! How few affections there! 4 Great God ! thy fov'reign pow'r impart To give thy word fuccefs; Write thy falvation in my heart, And make me learn thy grace. 5 Shew my forgetful feet the way That leads to joys on high, There knowledge grows without decay. And love fhall never die. HYMN AFTER SERMOX, 109 HYMN CXVI. Common Metre. Dr. Watts. A. Flejh and Spirt*. j^That diffrent pow'rs of grace & fin, Attend our mortal {late ? I hate the thoughts that work: within And do the works I hats. 2 Now I complain, si*I groan, and die, While fin and fatan reign : Nowraife my fongs of triumph high* For grace prevails again. 3 So darknefs ftruggles with the light, Till perfect day ai ife ; Water and fire, maintain the right, Until the weaker dies. 4 Thus will the ficfh and fpirit ft rive, And vex and break my peace ; But I ihail quit this mortal life, And fin forever ceafe. HYMN. CXVII. Common Metre Dr. Watttf. A, Jufifcatipri Sy Cbrijl only. I *^ TAIN are the hopes the fo^s of mei ff On their own works have built; Thejr hearts by nature are unclean, And all their actions pirilt. D Let no AFTER SERMON. 2 Let Jew and Gentile flop their mouths, "Without a murmVing word, And the whole race of Adam ftand Guilty before the Lord. 3 In vain we afk God's righteous law, To juftify us now-, Since to convince and to condemn, Is all the law can do. ]. Jefus, how glorious is thy grace ! When in thy name we truft, Our faith receives a righteoufnefs, That makes the fmner juft. HYMN CXVUI. Common Metre. Hart, A. P erf ever ance. i r | -1HE (inner that by precious faith, Has felt his fins forgiv'n, Is from that moment paiVd from death, And feai'd an heir of Heaven. ; Tho' thoiifand fnares enclofe his feet. Not one ihall hold him faft, Whatever dangers he may meet, He fhall get fafe at laft. Mot as the world the Saviour gives, He is no fickle friend : Whom AFTER SERMON. 111 Whom once he loves, he never leaves ; But loves him to the end. 4 For Chrift in ev'ry age has prov'd His purchafe firm and true, If this foundation be remov'd, What fhali the righteous do ? 5 Brethren, by this your claim abide. This title to your blifs : Whatever iofs you bear befide, O ! never give up this. HYMN CXIX. Common Metre. Dr. Watts. A, Repentance. i ^~^\^- if my foul was form'd for woe \^Jp How would I vent my fighs ! Repentance fhould like rivers flow, From both my flreaming eyes. 2 'Twas for my fins, my deareft Lord, Hung on the curfed tree, And groan'd away a dying life, For thee, my foul, for thee % 3 O, how I hate thofe lufts of,, ,ine, That crucify'd my God ; * ^ Thofe fins that pierc'd and nail'dhisfiefh Faft to the fatal wood ! D 2 4 Yes fi2 AFTER SERMON. 4 Yes, my Redeemer, they mall die, My heart hath fo decreed ; Nor wHl 1 fpare thofe guilty things, That made my Saviour bleed. 5 Whilft with a melting broken heart, My murder'd Lord I view, I'll ratfe revenge againft my fins, And flay the murd'rers too. HYMN CXX. Common Metre. The Coll. A. Petition. Deareft Lord, give me an heart Inflam'd with love to thee; That thro' thy tedious toil and fmart, . My foul may happy be. 2 I want, O Lord, from fin-to flee, And in thy wounds to reft ; Bid me by faith come near to thee. And lean upon thy breaft. 3 Still let a fenfe of what thou'ft done, In my hard heart be felt ; That by the love to me thou'ft fh-swn, , My i e Soft foul may melt. 4 O may i never, never faint, ilefrem'J by ftreams of love ; Till AFTER SERMON, 113 Till in thy glory, as a faint, I live with thofe above. 5 O may I now my all give up, To thee my deareft Lord ; And wait with all thy faints to fup. Around the feftal board. HYMN CXXI. Common Metre. The Coll, A. The Chrijtian happy. I IT ^OW happy is the christian's ftate, JlJL ^ s ^ ns are aJl'forgiv'n -> A chearing ray confirms the grace, And lifts his hopes to heav'n. 1 Tho 5 in the rugged paths of life, He heaves the penfive flgli ; Yet, trufting ia his God, he finds, Deiiv'ring grace is nigh. 3 If, to prevent his wand 'ring fteps, He feels the chaft'ning rod ; The gentle ftroke mall bring him back To his forgiving God. 4 And when the welcome mefiage corner To call his foul away ; His foul, in raptures, fliall afcend, To everlafting day. D 3 HYMISf ii 4 AFTER SERMON. HYMN CXXII. Long Metre. The Coll. A. Sctife of Pardon defired. 1 HjHHY prefence, Saviour, may I feel, | O ftamp me with thy Spirit's feal Lord, feal my pardon with thy blood. And let me -ino'.v I'n bcrnof God, 2 One precious drop, Lord Jesus, grant O ! for one precious drop I pant I By faith apply thy healing blood, That I may cry, My Lord, my God. 3 Sprinkle it on my conscience, Lord, O let me hear the pow'rful word, That rais'd the dead, and chears the foul, And makes the fm-fick finner whole* 4 And when this mortal life is o'er, And pain and finning is no more, Receive my foul to thy blefs'd home: O come, Lord Jesus, quickly come! HYMN CXXUL Long Metre. The ColL J. Preparing for Death. i ^V FT as the bell with foiemn toll \J Speaks the departure of a foul, Let each one afk himfelf, am I Prepar'd, fhould I be cali'd iodic! 2 Only AFTER SERMON. 11^ 2 Only this frail and fleeting breath, Preferves me from the jaws of death; Soon as it fails, at once Fm gone, And plung'd into a world unknown. 3 Then leaving all I love below, To God's tribunal 1 muft go; Muft hear the judge pronounce my fate, And fix my everlafting ftate. 4 But could I bear to hear him fay, " Depart, accurfed, far away; With devils in the loweft hell Thou art forever doom'd to dwell. 5 Lord-Jesus! help me now to flee, And feek my hope alone in thee; Apply thy blood, thy fpirit give, Subdue my fins, and in me iive. 6 Then when the folemn bell I hear, If fav'd from guilt, I need not fear, Nor would the thought diureffing be, Perhaps it next may toil for me. J Rather my fpirits would rejoice, And wait impatient for thy voice ; Glad when it bids me earth refign, Secure of heaven, if thou art mine. D 4 HYMN n6 AFTER SERMON. HYMN CXXIY. Long Metre. Addifon. J. i The Heaven declare the Glory of God. 1 '"IP' H E fpacious Firmament on high, With all the blue, etherial fky, And fpangied heav'ns a fhining flame. Their great original proclaim. 2 Th' unweary'd fun from day to day, Does his creator's pow'r difp]ay, And publishes to ev'ry land; The work of an Almighty hand. 3 Soon as the ev'ning (hades prevail, The moon takes up the wondious tale, And nightly to the liA'ning earth, Repeats the ftory of her birth. 4 Wliile' all the ftars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And fpread the truth from pole to pole. 5 What though in folemn filence all Move round this dark terreitrial ball ? AVhat though no real voice nor found, AmiUft their radiant orbs be found ? 6 In reafon's car they all rejoice, And utter forth a glorious voice," Fo» AFTER SERMON. 117 For ever finging, as they fliine, *' The hand that made us is divine." CXXV Long Metre. (Pf. lvii.) J. Proteclion and grace. MY God, in whom are ail thefprings Of boundlefs love & grace unknown Hide mc beneath thy fpreading wings, 'Till the dark cloud is overblown. 2 Up to the heav'ns I fend my cry, The Lord will my deilres perform-, . He fends his angel from the Iky, (ftorm* And faves me from the threat'ning 3 Be thou exalted, O my God, Abovethe Heav'ns where angels dwell Thy power on earth be known abroad, And land to land thy wonder^ tell. 4 My heart is fix'd; my fong fh'ail raife, Immortal honours to thy name ; Awake, my tongue, to found his nraife My tongue, the glory of ray frame 5' High o'er the earth his mercy reigns, And reaches to the utmoft iky ; His truth to endlefs years remains, "When lower worlds difiolve and'die* d 5 * m n8 AFTER SERMON. 6 Be thou exulted, O my God, Above the heav'ns where angels dwell Thy pdVr on earth be known abroad, And land to land thy wonders tell. . CXXVI. Long Metre. {VL lxxxv.)* ?. Mercy and truth »«*« 1 Q ALVATION is for ever nigh, ^3 rhe fouls that fear & triift th ? Lord, And gracfi descending from on high, Freih hopes of glory fliall afford. i Mercy and truth on earth are met,' Since Chrift the Lord came down from By his obedience fd complete, (heav'n? Juflice is pleas'd, and peace is giv'n. i Now truth and honour mall abound, Religion dwfell on earth again, And heav'nly influence blefs the ground, I,i our Redeemer's gentle reign. 4 His righteouifnefs is gone before, To ?ive us free accefs to God : Our wand'ring feet fhall ftray no more, But mark bis fteps and feeVpthe road. HYMN AFTER SERMON. u 9 HYMN CXXVII. Long Metre. Lyric Poem.. A. A dying Saviour. 1 T T E dies ! the heav'nly lover dies ■ JTm. The tidingsftrike 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 bofotn of your God, He fhed a thoufand drops for you, A -thou/and drops of richer blood. 3 Here's love and grief beyond degree, The Lord of glory dies for men ! But lo, what fudden joys I fee ! Jesus the dead revives again. 4 Break ofFyour tears, ye faints, and tell How high our great deliverer reigns; Sing how he fpoii'd the hofts of hell, And led the monfter death in chains. 5 Say, live for ever wondrous King ! Born to redeem, and frrong to fave ! Then aflc the monfter, Where's his fling, And wh die's thy victory, boafting grave? D 6 HYMN 126 AFTER SERMON. HYMN CXXVIII. Long Metre. Steele. Jh Pardon and Rcjl for the tvecery Soul, 1 ^T^IOME, weary fouls with iin din-reft* \^A Come and accept the promis'd reft* The Saviour's gracious call obey, And can: your gloomy fears away. 2 OpprefsM with guilt, a painful load, O come, and fpread your woes abroad, Divine companion, mighty love, Will all the painful load remove. 3 Here mercy's boundlefs ocean flows", To cieanfeyour guilt and heal your woes, Pardon and life, and endlefs peace *, How rich the gift ! how free the grace 4 Lord we accept with thankful hearts j The hope thy gracious word imparts ; We come with trembling yet rejoice, And blefs the kind inviting voice. 5 Dear Saviour ! let thy powerful lovej Confirm our faith, our fears remove ; And fweetly inftu'nee every breaft, And guide us to eternal reft. HYMN AFTER SERMON. i2f HYMN CXXIX. Long Metre. Doddridge. A. Chafing the better part. 1 1 1 j ESET with fnares on every hand, J 1° life's uncertain path I fraud : Saviour divine, diffufe thy light, To guide my doubtful footfteps right. 2 Engage this roving treacherous heart, To fix on Mary's better part ; To fcorn the trifles of a day, For joys, that none can take away. 3 Then let the wildeft ftorms arife ; Let tempefts mingle earth and fkjes \ No fatal fhipwreck mall I fear, But all my treasures with me bear. 4 If thou, my Jesus, ftill be nigh, Cheerful I live, and joyful die - 7 Secure, when mortal comforts flee, To find ten thoufand worlds in thee, HYMN CXXX. Long Metre. Lyric Poems. A. Love to God. I /f~^\ F all the joys we mortals know, \^Jf Jesus, thy love exceeds the reftj Love, the beft bleffing here below, The neareft image of the blefl. D 7 % While i±% AFTEIi SERMON. 2 While we are held in thy embrace, There's not a thought attempts to rove* Each fmite upon thy beauteous face, Fixes, and charms, and fires our love. 3 While of thy abfence we complain, And long, or weep in all we do, There's a ftrange pleafure in the pain, And tears h ave their own fvveetnefs toov 4 When round thy courts by day we rove, Or afk the watchman of the night, For fome kind tidings of our love, Thy very name creates delight. 5 Jesus, our God ; yet rather come ; Our eyes would dwell upon thy face,' Tis beft to fee our Lord at home, And feel the prefence of his grace. CXXXI. Long Metre. (Pf. xxiv.) A. Saints ikxtdl ire Heaven. I np.HIS fpacious earth is all the Lord's J[ And men & worms &beafts& birds He raif'd the building on the feas, zind gave it for their dwelling place. ^ But there's a brighter world on high, Thy palace, Lord, above the fky$ Who AFTER SERMO N. 123 Who fhall afcend that bit ft abode, And dwell io near hijs maker God. 3 He that abhors and fears to fin, (clean Whofe heart is pure, whofe hands are Kim mall the Lord, the Saviour blefs, And clothe his foul with right'oufnefs. 4 Thefe are the men, the pious race That feek the God of Jacob's face: Thefe fhall enjoy the blifsful fight, And dwell in everlafting light. CXXXIi. Long Metre. (t>f. xxxii.) A. Pardon. Lefs'd is the man, forever blefs'd, Whofe guilt is pardon'd by his God, Whofe fins with forrow are cenfefs'd, Aridcover'dwith his Saviour's blood? 2 Blefs'd is the man to whom the Lord Imputes not his iniquities, He pleads no merit of reward, And not on works, but grace relies? 3 From guile his heart and lips are' free. His humble joy his holy fear With deep repentance well agree, And join to prove his faith fincere. D 3 4 How i2 4 AFTER SERMON 7 . 4 How glorious is that righteoufnefs That biots and cancels all his linsf While a bright evidence of grace Thro'his wholelife appears and ihines. HYMN CXXXill. Long Metre. Dr. Watts. A. jMljimprovement of Time, ' TOW fbort and hafty is our life f J[_ How vaft our foul's affairs! Yet fenfelefs mortals vainly ftrive, To lav-fli out their years. 2 Our days run thoughtlefsly along, Without a moment's ftay: Juft like a ftory or a fong, We pafs our lives away. 3 God from on high invites us home, But we march heedlefs on, And t ver hafVning to the tomb, Stoop downwards as we run. 4 How we defsrve the deepeft hell, That flight the joys above! What chains of vengeance mould we That break fuch cords of love, (feel, |f Draw us O God, with fov'reign grace, And lift our thoughts on high, Thatf AFTER SERMON. 12* That Ave may end this mortal race, And fee falyation nigh". HYMN CXXXIV. Long Metre. Dr. Wafcfs. A, Glory and Grape in the per/on of Cbr'yt, j 1\ 7 QW to the Lord, a noble fong; J^ ^ A wake, my foul j awake, my tongue, Holknna to th ? eternal name, And all his boundlefs love proclaim. 2 See whei-e it mines in Jesus' face, The brlghteft image of his grace ; God, in the perfon of his Son, Has all his mightisft works outdone, 3 Yes, in his looks a glory frauds, The nobleft labour of thine hands ; The pleafing luftre of his eyes, Qutihines the wonders of the ikies. 4 Grace ! 'tis a fweet, a charming theme y My thoughts rejoice at Jesus' name ! Ye angels, dwell upon the found ; Ye heavns reflect it to the ground ! 5 O, may I live to fee the place, Where he unveils his lovely face ! Where all his beauties you behold, Andilng his name on harps of gold. D 9 HYMr^ t6 AFTER SERMON. HYMN CXXXV. Long Metre. Dr. Watts. A. Defiring the divine frcfcnce. E are a garden wall'd around, Chofen & made peculiar ground 3 A little fpot enclos'd by grace Out of the world's wide wildernefs. 2 Like trees of myrrh and fpice we ftandy Planted by God the Father's hand; And all his fprings in Zion flow To make this young plantation grow. 3' Awake, O "heavenly v/ind, and come, Blow on this garden of perfume ; Spirit divine, defcend and breathe, A gracious gale on plants beneath. 4 Make our beft fpicesflow abroad To entertain our Saviour God, And faith and love and joy appear, And 9>tfery grace be active here. HYMN CXXXVI. Long Metre. The Coll. A. Confidence, ith altmy pow'rs of heart & tongue, rilpraiferny maker with my fong Angels fhall bear the notes I raife, Approve the fongi and join the praifc. a- I'll AFTER SERMON. 12$ 2 I'll fing thy truth and mercy, Lord j , I'll fing the wonders of thy word ; Not all thy works, and names below, So much thy pow'r and glory (hew. 3 To God I cry'd when trouble r'ofe •, He heard me, and fubdu'd my' foes •, He did my riling fears controul, And ftrength diffus'd thro' all my fouK 4 Amidft a thoufahdfnares I ftand, Upheld, and guarded by thy hand ; Thy words my fainting foul revive, And keep my dying fa kh alive. «f Grace will com pleat what grace begins, To favefrcm forrow, or from fins : The work that wifdom undertakes, Eternal mercy ne'er forfakes. HYMN CXXXVI1. Long Metre. The Colk A. Compleattiefs of Chriji' 1 T7" IND is the fpeech of Chrift our Lord jOL. Affection founds in cv'ry wordj " Thou art my chofen one he cries, " Bound to my heart by various ties." 2 Sweet is thy voice, dear Lord, to me, " I will behold no fpot in theej" What J2S AFTER SERMON* What mighty wonders love perforins, That puts a comelinefs on worms ! 3 DfcfilM ai?d lothefome as we are, Thoumak'ft uswhite,andcaU'ftusfii; Adorn'rl: us with thy heav'nly drefs, Thy graces and thy righteoufnefs. 4 O may my fpirit daily rife, On wings of faith above the fkies -, Til! death mall ipal^e my laft remove, To dwell for ever in thy love ! HYJVIN CXXXVill. Long Metre. The Coll, A. e Theftrimrs Prayer. hen, gracious Lord, when fhallit be That I fhall find my All in thee \ The fulnefs of thy promife prove, The feal of thine eternal love ? Thee, only thee, Ifainwou'd find, And caft the world and flelh behind, An helplefs foul, I come to thee, With only fin and mifery. Lord, I am {Ick, my ficknefs cure; I want, do thou enrich the poor : Under thy mighty hand I ftoop. O lift the abject firmer up. 4 Lord, AFTER SERMON. 129 4 Lord, I am blind, be thou my fight •, Lord, I am weak, be thou my might, An helper of the helplefs be, And let me find my All in thee. HYMN CXXXIX. Long Metre. The Coll. J. Trujl in God under Difficulties. Why, O my heart, thefe anxious cares Why thefe tumultuous fick'ning fears ? Why thus all pcnfi ve and forlorn, Doft thou thy thick'ning troubles mourn, 2 When threatening ftorms around thee rife And louring tempefts fpread the ikies, On God, my foul, thy burden caft, And feek in him a peaceful refU 3 If falftidod and deceit abound, And envy's darts in fecret wound, If earthly fprings of comfort dry, And ev'ry blooming joy fhculd die ', 4 Silent I'll bear thy chaft'ning rod, Thy juft difplcafure, O my God ! On thee I'll wait with eager eyes, To thee my pray'r with hope fhall rife, 5 Yesy i 3 o AFTER SERMON. 5 Yes, I fhall hear thy cheering voice ; In thee my foul fhall yet rejoice ; Thou wilt reveal thy fmiiing face, And hence thefe gloomy horrors chace, 6 Thou art my Saviour, thou my God ! Thy grace will I proclaim abroad ; That grace which bears my guilt away, And turns the blackeft night to day. HYMN CXL. Long Metre. The Coll. J. Cbrifi the only Saviour. 1 ' ONG did my foul in Jesus' form, fj j No comelinefs nor beauty fee j His facred name by others priz'd, Was taltelefs ftill, and dead to me. 2 Men cali\i me chriftian, and my heart On that delufion fondly ftay'd ; Moral my hopes, my faviour fcif, Till mighty grace the cheat d:fphy'd. 3 Thanks tothehand that wak'd my dream That fhewM me wretched, naked, poor That fvveetly led me tc, the rock, Where all filvation Hands fecurfi, 4 GIa4, AFT£R SERMON. 13* 4 Glad, I forfook my righteous pride, My moral, tarnifh'd, fmful drefs ; Exchang'd my drofs away for Chrift, And found the robe of righteoufnek. CXLI. Long Metre. (Pf. cxlv.) J. The heart devoted to God, i -m/Ty God, my Kingmy various praife iVIL Shal1 fiU theremnant of m y da y s > Thy grace employ my humble tongue, Till death and glory raife the fong. 2 The wings of ev'ry hour fhall bear, Some thankfuV tribute to thine ear ; And evVy letting fun ihall fee, New works of duty, done for thee. 3 Let diftant times and nations raife, The long fuccefSon of thy praife : And unborn ages make my fong, The joy and labor of their tongue, 4 But who can fpeak thy wond'rous deeds Thy greatnefs all our thoughts exceeds, Vaft and unfearchable thy ways, Vail and immortal be thy praife. HYMN i3 2 AFTER SERMON. HYMN CXLIf. Long Metre. Dr. Watts. J. Gods promife unchangeable. Heb. vi. 1 7. 1 9. HOW oft have fin and fatan ftrove To rend my foul from thee my God But everlafting is thy love, And Jefus feals it with his blood. 2 The oath and promife of the Lord, Join to confirm the wond'rous grace Eternal pow'r performs the word, And fills all Heav'nwith endlefspraife. 3 Amidft temptations iharp and long, My foul to this dear refuge flies ; Hope is my anchor, firm and ftrong, "While tempefts blow, and billows rife 4 The gofpel bears my fpirit up ; A faithful and unchanging God, Layithe foundation for my hope, In oaths, and prornifes, and blood. HYMN CXLIII. Long Metre. Caanick. J. The 'way to Canaan. I 1"ESUS, my All, to heaven is gone, J He, whom I fix my hope upon 5 His track I fee, and I'll purfue, The narrow way, till him I view. 2 The AFTER SERMON. 133 i The way the holy prophets went, The road that leads from banifhment; The King's high way of holinefs, I'll go, for all his paths are peace. 3 This is the way I long have fought, And mourn'd becaufe I found it not y My grief a burden long has been, Becaufe I could not ceafe from fin. 4 The more I ftrove againft its power, I finn'd and ftumbled yet the more ', Till late I hear'd my Saviour fay; " Come hither, foul, I am the way. 1 ' 5 Lo t glad I come, and thou bleft lamb, Shalt take me to thee as I am; Nothing but fin I thee can give, Nothing but love fhall I receive. > 6 Then will I tell poor finners round, What a dear Saviour I have found ; I'll point to thy redeeming blood *, And fay " Behold the way to God." HYMN CXLIV. Long Metre. Lyric Poems. J. The Laiv and Gofpd. 1 I^URST be the man for ever curft, \jl " That doth one wilful fin commit* « Dearth 134 AFTER SERMON. " Death and damnation for the fir ft,' , " Without relief and infinite. ,, % Thus Sinai roars ; and round the earth Thunder, andfire, and vengeance flings;" But Jefusthy dear gafoing breath, And Calvary fay gentler things. 3 " Pardon, andgrace,andboundIefs love " Streaming along a Saviour's blood, ,{ And life, and joys, and crowns above, " Obtain'd by a dear bleeding God." 4 Hark how he prays, (the charming Dwellonhisdyinglips) forgive; (found. And every groan and gafping wound, Cries, " Father, let the rebels live." 5 Go, you that reft upon the law, And toil and feek falvation there, Look to the flame that Mofes faw, And fhrink, and tremble, and defpair. 6 But I'll retire beneath the crofs, Saviour at thy dear feet I lie; And the keen fword that jufJce draws, Flaming and retf, Hiali pafs me by. IltMN AFTER SERMON. 135 HYMN (CXLV. Long Metre. The Colle&ion j. Invitation. ^) Hafte to the flipper of your Lord j Be wife to know your gracious day *, All things are ready, come away. 2 Ready the father is to own, And kifs his late returning fon ', Ready the loving Saviour ftands, And fpreads for you his bleeding hands. 3 Ready the fpirit of his love, Juft now the ftony heart to move ; T' apply, and witnefs with that blood, And wafh, and feal you fons of God, 4 Ready for you the angels wait, To triumph in your blt-ft eftate : Tuning their harps, they long to praife* The wonders of redeeming grace. 5 Come then ye Tinners, to ycur Lord, To happinefs in thrift reftor'd j His proferM benefits embrace, And tatte the fulnefs cf his grace. HYMN i 3 6 AFTER SERMON. HYMN CXLVI. Long Metre. Dr. Watts. % The almojl Chrijiian. 1 T3^ oa( * 1S tne road that leads to death-, X3 And thoufands walk together there ; But wifdom fhews" a narrow'r path, With here and there a traveller. 2 Deny thyfelf, and take thy crofs, Is the Redeemer's great command! Nature muft count her gold but drofs, If (he would gain this heavenly land. 3 The fearful foul, that tires and faints, And walks the ways of God no more y Is but efteemed almoft a faint ? And makes his own damnation fure, 4 Lord, let not all my hopes be vain, Create my heart entirely new ; Which hypocrites could ne ? er attain^ Which falfe apoftates never knew. The fame CXLVII*. Long Metre. Dr. Watts, (Pf. 51.) J. True Penitence. 1 t* HEW pity Lord, O Lord forgive ; ij Let a repenting rebel live. Are not thy mercies large and free ? May not a finner truft in thee ? 2 Mr AFTER SERMON. 137 2 My crimes are great, but not furpafs j The pow'r and glory of thy grace? Great God, thy nature has no bound, So let thy pardoning love be found, 3 O wafti my foul from ev'ry fin, And make my guilty confcience clean, Here on my heart the burden lies, , And pail: offences pain my eyes. 4 My lips with fhame my fin confefs, Againft thy law, agaihft thy grace ; Lord fhould thy judgment, grow fevere, I am condemned, but thou art clear. 5 Yet fave a trembling finner Lord, Whole hope, ftillhovering round thy word Wou'U light of fome fweet promife there Some fure fupport againft defpair HYMN CXLV1I. Long Metre. The Colle#ion, J. Theflony Heart. 1 ^f~\! For a glance of heavViy day, \^P To take this ftubborn ftone away 5 And thaw with beams of love divine, This heart, this frozen heart of mine. 2 The rocks can rent; the earth can quake, The feas can roar 5 the mountains ihake ; Of 138 AFTER SERMON. Of feeling all things mew fome fign, But this unfeeling heart of mine. 3 To hear the forrows thou haft felt, Dear Lord an adamant would melt : But I can reac/)f each moving line, And nothing move this heart of mine. 4 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, 5 But fomething yet can do the deed, And that dear fomething much I need : O ! may thy Spirit now refine, From drofs, and melt this heart of mine. HYMN CXLVIII. Long Metre. The Colk&ion, J. Satan repulfed. I ' r It 1 IS falfe : thou vile accufer, go, JL I fee thro* all the thin difguife* Back to thy native realms below, Thou parent of deceit and lies ! 2 Think not to drive my trembling foul/ Laden with guilt, to black defpair; Haft thou furveyed the facred roll, And found my name not written there* 3 Pre-' AFTER SERMON. 139 3 £r efumptuous thought ! to fix the bound To limit mercy's fovereign reign : What other happy fouls have found, I'll fcek, nor fhall I feek in vain, 4 I own my guilt thy charge confefs. Nor can thy malice make it more, Of crimes already numberlefs, Vain the attempt to fwell the fcore. 5 Set the black lift before my fight •, While I remember Jefus dy'd, 'Twill only urge my fpepdier flight, To feek falvation at 3$ fide. 6 Low at his feet I'll caft me down, To him reveal my grief and fear 5 And if he fpurns me from his throne, I'll be the firft who perifh there. HYMN CXLIX. Long Metre. Dr. Watts. J. Remembering our Latter end. 1 T^/TOW in the heat of youthful bloody j_^ Remember your Creator, God; Behold the months come hanVning on, When you fhall fay my joys are gone/ i Beholi the aged finner goes, Laden with guilt and heavy woes, Down MO AFTER S E Pv M O N. Down to the regions of the dead, With endlefs curfes on his head. 3 The duft returns to duft again ; The foul in agonies of pain, Afcends to God; not there to dwell, But hears her doom and finks to hell. 4 Eternal King ! I fear thy name ; Teach me to know how frail I am ; And wheaf my foul muft hence remove, Give me a macfion in thy love. HYMN CL. Long Metre. Dr. "VVatts. J. Tie love of Clrijljled abroad in the leart. 1 (T* ° ME * dearcft Lord » def>cend & dwell \^J By faith and love in ev'ry breaft ; Then fhall we know, and tafte, and feej The joys that cannot be exnrefs'd. 2 Come a fiU our hearts with inward ftrength Make our enlarged fouls poffefs, And learn the bight, and breadth, and length, Of thine unmeaiHrable grace. 3 Now to the God whofe pow'r can do, More than our thoughts or wifhes know, Be AFTER SERMON. 141 Be ev^rlafting honours clone By all the church, thro' Chrifl his Son. HYMN CLI. Long Metre.. Hart. J. 1 TP^ is miss us with thy bleffing, Lord* j^Jp Help us to feed upon thy word, All that has been amifs, forgive, And let thy truth within us live. 2 Tho' we are guilty, thou art good ; Wafh all our works in Jesus' blooft; Give ev'ry fetter'd foul releafe, And bid us all depart in peace. CLII. Long Metre. (Pf. cxlv.) J. 1 A LL gracious God thy people blefs i% Enrich their fouls with ev'ry grace May all receive thy precious word, Afcribing glory to the Lord. a Let carelefs tinners now attend, . Before the means f and life fhall end j Excite attention to thy voice, And bid the troubl'd foul rejoice, Tho' from thy temple we depart, , Yet deign to dwell in ev'ry heart ; Keep us in all our ways, and be : Our portion to eternity** HYMN 142 AFTER SERMON. HYMN CLIII. Long Metre. The Coll. J. The Myfier'tes of Providence. 1 "^ ord how myfterious are thy ways! JLj How blind are we, how mean our Thy fteps can mortal eyes explore ! (praiie! Tis ours to wonder and adore. 2 Thy deep decrees from creature fight Are hid in fhades of awful night ; Amid, the lines, with curious eye, Not angel-minds prefume to pry. 3 Great God ! I would not aik to fee "What in futurity (hall be ; If light and blifs attend my days, Then let my future hours be praife. 4 Is darknefs and diftrefs my (hare ? Then let me truft thy guardian care Enough for me, if love divine At length thro' every cloud fhall ihine. C Yet this my foul defires to know, Be this my only wifh below ; That Chrift is mine this great requeft Grant, bounteous God : and I am blefl. HYMN AFTER SERMON. 143 HYMN CLIV. Long Metre. The Coll. J. A prayer. BE with me, Lord, where 'ere I go ; Learn m£ what thou would'fthave me Suggeft what'ere I think or fay 5 (do : Direct me in the narrow way. % Prevent me, left I harbour pride ; Left I in my own ftrength confide ; Shew me my weaknefs let me fee, I have my powV my All from thee s Enrich me always with thy love j My kind protedtor ever prove ; Thy fignet put upon mybreaft ; And let thy Spirit on me reft. 4-fift, and teach me how to pray % Incline my nature to obey, What thou abhor'ft, that let me flee,. And only love what pleafes thee. O may 1 never do my will, But tkine, and only thine fulfill ; Let all my time and ail my ways, Be fpent and ended in thy praife. HYMN AFTER SERMON. HYMN CLV. Long Metre. The Coll. j. To the Holy Ghojl. ^ Tho' I have done thee fuch defpite, Caft not a finner quite away, Nor take thine everlafting flight. 2 Tho' I have moft unfaithful heen, Of all, who e'er thy grace receiv'd ; Ten tlioufand times thy goodnefs feen, Ten thoufand times thy goodnefsgriev'd. 3 ButO! the chief of finncrs fpare, In honor of my great High Prieft ; Nor in thy righteous anger fwear T' exclude me from thy people's reft- 4 If yet thou r.anft my fins forgive, E'en now, O Lord, relieve my woes; Into thy reft of love receive, And biefs me with a calm repofe. 5 E'en now my weary foul releafe Aodraife me by thy gracious hand 5 Guide me into thy per feci: peace, And' bring me to the p.romif d land, HYMN A-FTER SERMON. M HYMN CLVI. Long Metre. The Coll. J. \ JncoaJIancy. ORB Jefus, when, when mall it be JLj Thatlnomorefhall break with thee When will this war of paffion ceafe, And my free foul enjoy thy peace ? 2 Here I repent and fin again; Now I revive, and now ara {lain j Slain by the fame unhappy dart, Which O 1 too often wounds my heai>t 1 3 O Saviour when, when mall 1 be, A garden feai'd to all but thee ? No more expofd, no more undone, But liveandgrowto the* alone? t r (courfe, 4 Guide thou, O Lord, guide thou my And draw me on with thy fweet force Still make me walk, ftiil make me tend 5 By thee, my way, to God my end, CLVII. Short Metre. (Pf. xxv.) J, Bijlrefs of Soul, ' 1V/T INE e y es and my defire 1 ▼ X ^re ever to the Lord. I love to plead his promifes, And- reft upon his word, K $ Turn, i4 6 AFTER SERMON. 2 Turn, turn thee to my foul, Bring thy falvation near *, When will thy hand releafe my feet , Out of the deadly fnare. 3 When {hall the fov'reign grace Of fflv forgiving God. Reftore me from thofe dang'rous wfcys My wand'ring feet have trod ! 4 The tumult of my thoughts Doth but increafe my woe ; My fpirit languifhes, my heart, 'is defoiate and low. 3 With every morning light My for row now begins *, Look on my anguiih and my pain, And pardon*all my fms. HYMN CLVIII,' fa* Metre. Dr. Watts. j~ And AFTER SERMON. 149 And new fupplies each hour I meet, While preffing on to God. 4 Grace all the work fhali crown, Thro' cverlafting day^ It lays in heav'n the topmoft ftonc ; And well deferves the praife. HYMN CLXI. Short Metre. Dr. Doddiridge, J, DifmiJJion. I TVT W let our voices join. JL 1| To form a facred fong ; Ye Pilgrims in Jehovah's ways With mufick pafs along. £ All honour to his name, Who marks the mining way 5 To him, who leads the wanderers* ooy To realms of endlefs day. HYMN CLXII. Short Metre. Dr. Watts. J. Faith in Chrifi our facri/ice* * XJOT altthe blood ofbeafts, JL^I On Jewifh altars flain, Could give the guilty conscience peace, Or warn away one ftain. Z But Chrift the heav'nly Lamb, Takes all our fins away ; E 3 ' A i5o AFTER SER MO N. A facrifice of nobler name, And richer blood than they. 3 My faith would lay its hand, On that dear head of thine, While like a penitent I ftand, And thefe confefs my fin. 4 My foul looks back to fee, ' The burdens thou didft bear, When hanging on the curfed tree, And hopes her guilt was there. 5 Believing we rejoice, To fee the curfe remove ; We blefs the Lamb with cheerful voice, And fing his bleeding love. HYMN CLXIII. Short Metre. The Coll. J.' 1 A wake andfing the fong, jCj^l Of Motes and tlie Lamb *, Wake ev'ry heart and ev'ry tongue, To praife the Saviour's name, 2 Sing of his dying love, Sing of his rifing pow'r, Sing how he intercedes above, For thofe whofe fins he bore. 3 Sing AFTER SERMON. 3 Sing till we feel our hearts, Aicending with our tongues. Sing 'till thelpye oflin depart^ And grace inipirss our fcogf. 4 Sing on your beaVnly way, Ye raafom'd finders firg •, Sing on, rejoicing .ev'ry day, In Chrift the eternal King. 5 Soon frail ye hear him fay, " Ye bleffed children come ;' ? Soon will he call you hence away, And take his wand'rers home. CLXIV. Short Metre. (Pf. xcix.) $• Cbri/t's Kingdom and Mcyefly. i r TT s HE God Jehovah reigns, » J_ Let all the nations fear ; Let finners tremble at his throne. And faints be humble there. 2 Jefus the Saviour reigas, Let earth adore its Lord ; Bright Cherubs his attendants ftand, Swift to fulfill his word. 3 In Zioa is his throne, His honours are divine *, E 4 Bis i5 d AFTER SERMON. His church (hall make his wonders known For there his glories fliine. 4 How holy is his name ! How terrible his praife ! Juftice and truth, and judgment join, In all his works of grace. . HYMN CLXV. S''6rt Metre. The Coll. J. I /^\nce more*' before we part, \^P We'll blefs the Saviour's name \ Record his mercies ev'ry heart, Sing ev'ry tongue the fame, i Hoard up his facred word, And feed thereon, and grow \ Go on to feek to know the Lord, And' practice what you know. HYMN CLXVI. Short Metre. Dr. Watts! J. Complaint of ingratitude. I TS this the kind return, J[ And thefe the thanks we owe ? Thus to abufe eternal love, Whence all our bleflings flow f £ To what a ftubborn frame, Hath fin reduced our mind ! What AFTER SERMON. *» What ftrange rebellious wretches are, And God as ftranigely kind! 3 Turn, turn us, mighty God ! A^d mould our fouls afrefh ; Break, fov'reign grace, thefe hearts of And give us hearts of flefti (ftone^ 4 Let old ingratitude, Provoke our weeping eyes, And hourly, as new mercies fall, Let hourly thanks arife. HYMN CLXVJI. Short Metre. $. 'D.ifwjUion* 1 "^T OW > Lord > th Y bleffing add, X^\ To what our ears have heard .: Pardon what thou haft feen amifs, Tlje. .truth let be reverb 2 May ev'ry foul improve, Thy meiTages of grace, Before our time fhall ceafe to be. And we fhall end our race. 3 Keep us from ev'ry harm, Efpecially from fin ; PirecT: us in the way of peace, And fafe to glory bring. E 5 HYMN i 54 BAPTISM. HYMN GLX VIII. Long Metre. Dr. Watts. A. f TPVO we not know that folemn word, \_J That we areburyM with the Lord*' Baptiz'd into his death and then, Put off the body of our fin. 2 Our fouls receive diviner breath, Rais'd from corruption, guilt and death' So from the grave did Chrift arife, And lives to God above the Ikies. 3 No more let fin or fatan reign, Over our mortal ftefh again ; The various lufts we ferv'd before, Shall have dominion now no more. HYMtt CLXIX. Long Metre. Dr. Watts. J.- The Commijfwn. 1 * 4 Eat, O my friends the Saviour cries,' The Feaft was made for you ; For you I groan'd, and bled, and dy'd And rofe, and triurnph'd too. g With trembling faith, and bleeding' Lord we accept thy love (hearts, 5 'Tis a rich Banquet we have had,' What will it be above. 6 Ye faints below, and Hofts of Heav'n/* Join all your praifing pow'rs : i i6z LORDVSUPPER, No theme is like redeeming love, No Saviour is like ours. 7 Had I ten thoufand hearts, dear Lord, I'd give them all to thee, Had I ten thoufand tongues; they all Should join the harmonv. HYMN CLXXVII Common Metre. Dr. S, Stennett. J. My Flejh is Meat indeed. (John \i. 65.) 1 111 ERE at thy table, Lord, we meet;. JL JL To feed on food divine ; Thy Body is the bread we eat, Thyprecious blood the wine. 2 He that prepares this rich repaft, Himfeli comes down and dies, And then invites us thus to feaft Upon the facrifice. 3 Sure there was never love fo free, Dear Saviour, fo divine ; Weil thou may'ft claim that heart of me, "Which owes fo much to thine. 4 Yes, thou {halt furely have my heart, My foul, my ftrength* my all, With life itfelf I'll freely part, My Jefus, at thy call. HYMN LORD'S SUPPER. 163 HYMN CLXXVII1. Common Metre. Dr. Watts. J, CbriJTs dying love. 1 W TOW condefcending and how kind, Was God's eternal Son ! Our mifry reach'd his heav'nly mind, And pity brought him down. 2 This was companion like a God, That when the Saviour knew, The price of pardon was his blood, His pity ne'er withdrew. 3 Now tho' He reigns exalted high, His love is ftili as great : Well He remembers calvary, Nor let his faints forget. 4 Here let our hearts begin to melt, While we his death record, And, with our joy for pardon'd guilt* Mourn that we pierc'd the Lord. HYMN CLXXIX. Common Metre. Dr. Watts. J. Pardon and jlrengtb from. Cbrijl. 1 TT^ATHER we wait to feel thy grace, fe To fee thy glories ftiine ; The Lord will his own table blefs, And make the feafl divine. 2 We. 164 LOR El's SUPPER. 2 We touch, we tafte the heav'nly bread', We drink the facred cup ; With outward forms our fenfe is fed, Our fouls rejoice in hope. 3 We fhall appear before the throne Of our forgiving God, Brefs'd in the garments of his Son/ And fprinkled with his blood, 4 We fhall be ftrong to run the race, And climb the upper fky ! Chrift will provide our fouls with grace He bought a large fupply. HYMN CLXXX. Common Metre. Dr. Watts. J.' Divine Glories and Graces. 1 T T Q ^ are th ? g lories here dJfplaid, X JL Great God! howbright they (bine,' While, at thy word, we break the bread, And pour the flowing wine! 2 Here thy revenging juftice ftands, And pleads its dreadful caufe ; Here faving mercy fpreads her hands Like Jefus on the crofs. I Thy faints attend with ev'ry grace On this great facrifice; And LOR D's SUPPER. 165 And love appears with chearful face, And faith with fixed eyes. l Our hope in waiting pofture fits, To heav'n directs her fight ; Here ev'ry warmer paffion meets, And warmer pow'rs unite. Zeal and revenge perform their part, And rifing fin deftroy ; Repentance comes with aching heart, Yet not forbids the joy. ! Dear Saviour, change our faith to fight, Let fin forever die ; Then fhall our fouls be all delight, And ev'ry tear be dry. HYMN CLXXXI. Long Metre. Steele. J. A dying Saviour. STretch'donthe crofsthe Savior dies; Hark ! his expiring groans arife ! See, from his hands, his feet, his fide, Runs down the facred crimfon tide. But life attends the deathful found, And flows from every bleeding wound ; The vital ftream how free it flows, To fave and deanfe his rebel foes. 3 To i66 LORD'S SUPPER. 3 To fuffer in the traytor's place. To die for man, furprifing grace ? Yet pafs rebellious angels by j O why for man* dear Saviour why ? 4 And didft thou bleed, for finners bleed, And could the Sun behold the deed ? No, he withdrew his finking ray And darknefs vail'd the mourning da£. j Can I furvey this fcene of woe, Where ming'ling grief and wonder flow % And yet my heart unmov'd remain, lufenfible to love or pain ? 6 Come, deareft Lord, thy pow'r imparl To warm this cold, this ftupid heart ; Till all its powers and paffions move, In melting grief, and ardent love. HYMN CLXXXII. Short Metre. Dr. Watts. J. The Spirit, Water and blood. I John V. 6. 1 }> ET all our tongues be one, 1 J To praife our God on high, Who from his bofom fent his Son» To fetch us ftrangers nigh. 2 Nor let our voices ceafe, To fing the Saviour's name ; Jefus LORD'S SUPPER. 167 Jefus, th' ambarTador of peace. How chearfully he came ! 3 It coft him cries and tears, « To bring us near to Gop ; Great was our debt and he appears. To make the payment good. 4 Look up, my foul, to him, Whofe death was thy defert, And humbly view the living ftream, Flow from his breaking heart. 5 There on the curfed tree, In dying pangs he lies. Fulfills his Father's great decree, And all our wants fupplies. $ Thus the Redeemer came, By water and by blood : And when the Spirit fpeaks the fame, We feel his witnefs good. HYMN CLXXXIII. Short Metre. The Coll. J* 1 ^lOME, O my foul and ling, \^A How Jefus hath thee fed How Jefus gave himfelf for thee, The true and living bread I lor i68" LORD'S SUPPER, 2 I love my Saviour Chrift ; His grace did freely move, And juftly my affections claim j I cannot help but love. 3 I love thee, O my Lord ; I gladly thee adore : O may I never turn again ! But love thee more and more, 4 O raife my feeble frame ; My little flock improve : Increafe my ardour day by day, And change me all to love. HYMN CLXXXIV. Common Metre. The Coll. A. 1 TH HE Lor d, how glorious is his face JL How kind his fmiles appear ! And O ! what melting words he fays, To ev'ry humble ear ! 2 " For you, the children of my love, " It was for you I dy'd ; " Behold my bleeding hands and feet, " And look into my fide." 3 Thefe are the wounds for you I bore, The tokens of my p_ains, Whea LORB's SUPPER. 169 When I came down to free your fouls, From mifery and chains. 4 When hell and all its fpiteful pow'rs, Stood dreadful in the way ; To refcue thofe dear lives of yours, I. gave my own away. 5 But while I bled, & groan'd, and dy'd, I rum'd fatan's throne *, High on the crofs I hung and fpy'd, The monfter tumbling down. 6 Victorious God 1 what can we pay, For favours fo divine ? Here, Lord, we give our fouls away. To be for ever thine. HYMN- CLXXXV. Common Me£re. (Pf. xxii.) A, 1 T%/TOW from the roaring lion's rage^ X^ O Lord, protect thy Son, Nor leave thy darling to engage, The powVs of hell alone. 2, Thus did our fuffering Saviour pray, With mighty cries and tears ; God heard him in that dreadful day, And chas'd away his, fears. -i Great ijd LORD's SUPPER. 3 Great? was the vicVry of his death, His throne exajted high ; And all the kindreds' of the earthy Shall worfhip, or fhall die. 4 A num'rous offspring mud arifc From his expiring groans; They fliall be reckoned in his eyes, For daughters and for Ions. 5 The meek and humble fouls fhall fee, His table richly fpread ; And all that feek the Lord fhall be, With joys immortal fed. HYMN Receiving a MEMBER into the 171 CHURCH. HYMN CLXXXVI. Common Metre. Tiivett. A, Receiving a member into the Church. 1 /^lOME in ye bleffed of our God, \^j Come join the children here ; Wafti'd in our dying Saviour's blood,' For Jefus now appear. 2 Fellowfhip with us partake, Since room is found within, By Chrift prepar'd for fick and weak,' And cleanfirig from their fin. 3 Stay not within the wildernefs, Nor waiting at the door ; Come Jefus will your wants redrefs, "Were they ten thoufand more. 4 The fick he leads, the filthy cleanfe,- The guilty and diftrefs'd, He pardons, he forgives their fins, And gives the weary reft. 5 We've tafted of his grace, and know, His ordinances all ; As breafts of confolations flow, With peace for great and fmalh HYMN' *?8 LORD'S S U P P E'R. HYMN CLXXXVn. Commom Metre. Hart. A. 1 T I 1HATdo,efulni § htbefr ° reh isdeatli, X The Lamb for fi nncrs flain, Did almoft wirh his lateft breath, This folema feaft ordain. 2 To keep thy feaft, Lord, are we met; And to remember thee, Help each poor trembler to repeat, For me, he died, for me. . 3 Thy fufPrings, Lord, each facred fign, To our rememb'rance brings : We eat the bread and drink the wine ; But think on nobler things. 4 O ! tune our tongues, and fet and frame, Each heart that pants to thee, To fing," Hofanna to the Lamb. The Lamb tfeat died for me." HYMN CLXXXVI1T. Common Metre. I. Stennett. J- I F E S US, O word divinely fweet! J How charming is the found! "What joyful news! what heavenly fenfe In that dear name is found ! 2 Our fouls nil guilty, and condemn'd, In hopeiefs fetters lay ; Our LORDs SUPPER. 173 Our fouls, with numerous fins deprav'd To death and hell a prey. 3 Jesus, to purge away this guilt, A willing victim fell, And on his crofs triumphant broke The bands of death and hell. 4 Our foes were mighty to deftroy; He mighty was to fave: He dy'd, but could not long be held A prifoner to the grave. 5 Jesus, who mighty art to fave, Still pufh thy conquefts on 5 Extend the triumphs of thy crofs* "Where'er the fun has fhone. 6 O Captain of falvation ! make Thy power and merey known; 'Till crouds of willing converts come 5 And wor(hip at thy throne. HYMN CLXXXIX. Long Metre. Dr. Watts. A. 1 T ord, how divine thy comforts are f JL/ How heav'nly is the place, Where Jefus fpreads the facred feafl Of his redeeming grace F » There 174 LORD'S SUPPER. 2 There the rich bounties of our God, And fweeteft glories fhine ; There Jefus fays " that I am his, " And my beloved's miae." 3 " Here (fays the kind redeeming Lord, " And fhews his wounded fide) " See here the fpring of allyour joys,, " That open'd when I <^'d!" 4 He fmilesand chears my moairnful heart And tells of all his pain. " All this (fays he) I bore for thee," And then he fmiles again., 5 What fhall we pay our Heav'nly King. For grace fo vaft as this ? He brings our pardon to our eyes And feals it with a kifs. H^-MN CXC. i-**? Metre. Dr. Watts. A. 1 ^^lOME let us join our chearful fangs \^A With angels round the throne; Ten thouiand, thoufand are their tongues But all their joys are one. 2 fI Worthy the Lamb" that dyM they cry, To be exalted thus ; " Worthy LORD'S SUPPER- 175 « Worthy the lamb," our lips reply; For he was fiain for us. 3 Jefus is worthy to receive, Honour and pow'r divine ; And bleffings more than we can give, Be Lord, for ever thine. 4 Let all that dwell above the iky. And air, and earth and feasj Confpire to lift thy glories high, And fpeak thine cndlcfs praife.. 5 tet all creation join in one, To blefs the facred name, Of him that fits upon the tkrone, And to adore the Lamb. HYMN CXCI. Long Metre. Dr. Watts. A. WHen I furvey the wondrous crofs, On which the Prince of glory dy'd, My richeft gain I count but lofs, And pour contempt on all my pride a Forbid it Lord, that I mould boaft, Save in the crofs of Chrift my God; All the vain things that charm me moft I facrifice them to his blood, 3 See *7k XORD's SUPPER. 3 See from his head, his hands, his feet; Sorrow and love flow mingPd down? Bid e'er fuch love, fuch forrow meet?' Or thorns compofefo rich a crown ? 4 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 alf. HYMN CXCII. Long Metre. Dr. Watts. A. i TESUS ? we bow before thy feet : J Thy table is divinely ftor'd ; Thy facred flefh our fouls have eat, 5 Tis living bread we thank the Lorcf. 2 And here we drink our Saviour's blood, We thank thee, Lord, 'tis gen'rous wine* Mingled with love ; the fountain flow'cf From that dear bleeding heart of thine. 3 On earth is no fuch ftveetnefs found, For thy dear flefh is heav'nly food y In vain we fearch the world around, For bread fo flne, or wine fo good 4 Carnal provifions can at beft, But cheer the heart or warm the bead, LORD'S SUPPER. 177 But the rich cordial that we tafte, Gives life eternal to the dead. 5 Joy to the matter of the feaft ; His name our fouls for ever blefs j To God the King, and God the Priefb Aloud hofanna round the place. HYMN CXCIIT. Long Metre. Lyric Poems. 4. A bleeding Saviour. TA /"ha* heavenly man, or lovely God, Comes marching downward from the Array'd in garments roll'd in blood (fkies With joy and pity in his eyes ? 2 The Lord ! the Saviour ! yes, 'tis he, I know him by the fmiles he wears $ Dear glorious man that.dy'd for me, Drench'd deep in agonies and tears! 3 Lo, he reveals his fhining breaft ; 1 own thefe wounds, and 1 adore : Lo, he prepares a royal feaft, . Sweet fruit of the fharp pangs he bore 4 Whence flow thefe favours fo divine! Lord ! why fo lavifh of thy blood? Why for fuch earthly fouls as mine, "fhis heav'nly flefh, this facred food. 2 'Twas i 7 8 LORD'S SUPPER. 5 'Twas his own love that made him bleed That nail'd him to the curfed tree ; Twa* his own love this table fpread, For fuch unworthy worms as we. 6 Then let us tafte the Saviour's love, Come faith, and fee-d upon the Lordj With glad confent our lips (hall move, And fweet hofannas crown'd the board. CONSTITUTION of a CHURCH CXCIV. Common. Metre. (Pf. cxxxii.) 7. 1 A RISE, O King of grace, arife, Ji\ And enter to thy reft, Lof thy church waits with longing eyes Thus to be ovvn'd and biefh 2 Enter with all thy glorious train, Thy Spirit and thy word, All that the ark did once contain, Could no fuch grace afford, 3 Here mighty God, accept our vows,. Here let thy praife be fpread ; Biefs the provision of thy houfe, And fill thy poor with bread. 4 Ilerfr CONSTITUTION of a CHURCH. 179. 4 Here let the Son of David reign, Let God's anointed fhine ♦, Juftice and truth His court maintain.. With love and power divine, 5 Here let him hold a lading throne* And as his kingdom grows y Frefh honours {hall adorn his crown, And (name confound his foes. HYMN CXCV. Lenox; &c. Dr. Doddridge. J. 1 ^>l RE AT Father of mankind, \jp We blefs that wondrous Grace, Which could for Gentiles find, Within thy courts a place : How kind the care our God difplays > For us to raife a houfe of prayer. 2 Tho' once eftranged far. We now approach the throne ; For Jesus brings us near, And makes our caufe his own : Strangers no more to thee we come, *. And find our home and reft fecure. 3 To thee our fouls we join,, And love thy facred name ; N< i8o CONSTITUTION of a CHURCH. No more our own but thine, ■ We triumph in thy claim ; Our Father King the covenant grace. Our fouls embrace thy titles fing. 4 May all the nations throng, To worfliip in thy houfe ; And thou attend the fong, And fmile upon their vows ; Indulgent ftill, 'Till earth confpire f ' To join the choir, On Zion's hill. HYMN CXCV1. Propet Metre^ 2 of 6 & of 8 6c • ' • ) A. 1 JLT ' '■« biefr was I, J. JB the |,cople cry, "Come let us/fcek oui God to day !" Yes, with a cheerful zeal, "We hafte to Zion's hill, And there our vows and honour pay. 2 Zion, thrice happy place, Adorn'd with wond'rous grace, And walls of ftrength embrace thee rounc} In thee our tribes appear, To CONSTITUTION of CHURCHES. 181 To pray, and praife, and hear The facred gofpel's joyful found. 3 There David's greater Son, Has fix'd his royal throne, And fits for grace and judgement there 1 He bids the faints be glad He makes the finner fad, And humble fouls rejoice with fear. 4 May peace attend thy gate, And joy within thee wait, To blefs the foul of ev'ry guefr j The man that fetks thy peace, And wifhes thine increafe, A thoufand bleffings on him reft ! HYMN CXCVII. Long Metre. A. i T ORD blefs thy faints afTemblcd here & 4 7n folemn cov'nant now to join, Unite them in thy holy fear, And in thy love their hearts combine 2 May they thy living member* prove, Tho' all by nature once were dead; Be thou their Lord, their life, their love Their hufband, and their living head. » 3 Thus 182 CONSTITUTION of CHURCHES. 3 Thus conftituted may they be, Part of thy gen'ral church below , Yet indeperidant, but on thee, For thou alone their wants can know 4 O give this church a large increafe, Of fuch as thou wilt own and blefs ; Lord fill their gates with joy and peace, Andcloathethem with thy right'oufnefs 5 Make her a garden wall'd with grace, A temple built for God below •, Where thy bleft faints may fee thy face*, And fruits of thy blefs'd fpirit grow, ORDINATION. HYMN CXCVIII. Long Metre. Dr. Watts. J. The ejfufon of the Spirit : or the fuccefs of the gcfpel. i ^^1 HEAT was the day, the joy was great VJF When the divine difciples met ; While on their heads the Spirit came, And fat like tongues of cloven flame. 2 What gifts, what miracles he gave ! And pow'r to give, acd pow'r to fave ! FurriiuYd ORDINATION. !8 3 FurnihVd their tongues, with wond'rous words, Inftead of fhields, and fpears, & fwords. 3 Thusarm'd, hefent the champions forth From eaft to weft, from fouth to north : " Go, and afFert your Saviour's caufe " Go, fpread the myft'ry of his crofs. 4 Thefe weapons of the holy war, Of what Almighty force they are, To make our ftubborn paffions bow, And lay the proudeft rebel low ! 5 Nations, the learned and the rude, Are by thefe heav'nly arms fubdued* While Satan rages at his lofs, And hates the dodlrine of the crofs. HYMN CXCIX. Long Metre. Dr. Watts. J. The CommiJJion. i " /^"1 O preach my gofpel, faith the VjT « Lord, Bid the whole earth my grace receive; f ' He ihall be fav'd that trufts my word ' He ihall be damn'dthat won't believe. 2 l< T eaCh a11 the nations niy commands, It I'm with you 'till the world iliall end; F % « A n a8 4 ORDINATION. " All pow'r is trufted in my hands, " I can deftroy, and I defend. 3 He fpake, and light (hone round his head On a bright cloud to heav'n he rode ; They to the fartheft nations fpread, The grace of their afcended God. HYMN CC. Common Metre. A. 1 '""Ip'HE prefence of thy grace impart, 1 And blefs thy fervants, Lord; Thy glory may they have at heart : And guide them by thy word. 2 That whilft by prayer and folemn hands Thy fervant they ordain ; They may refpecl thy blefs'd commands, But hold traditions vain. 3 O may this fervant fet apart, Thy gofpel to proclaim ; Ne'er from thofe facred truths, depart Which glorify thy name. A If ordinances he attend ; O make thy word his guide, JSfor fuffer him e'er to depend, Oa any rule befide. 5 TJhea ORDINATION i8c 5 Therifhall thygofpel, Lord, becrown'd » With a divine fuccefs : Thy fervant in thy grace abound ; And thou his labours bids. HYMN CCI. Common Metre. The Coll. A. 1 ET thy devoted fervant go, JLj Thy word, Lord, to proclaim- Thine only righteoufnefs to fhow, And glorify thy name. 2 Grant him thine aid to fpeak thy word^ With readinefs each hour : Attend it with thy Spirit Lord, And let it come with power. 3 Open the hearts of all that hear, To make their Saviour room, O let them find redemption near, Let faith by hearing come. 4 Give them to hear the word as thine, Thy fervant to receive ; Lord prove thy truths with pow'r divine That finners may believe. * S Then fhall my fervant joyful preach. Thy grace fo wide, fo free, The vei fes marked with * are added being entirely new. F 3 Nor *86 ORDINATION. Nor ever ceafe the ways to teach, That lead, O Lord, to thee. HYMN CCII. Long Metre. The Coll. A. 1 XT /"ITU all thy pow'r, O Lord defend \\ Him whom we now to thee com^ mend ; A faithful minifter fecure, And make him to the end endure. 2 Gird him with all fufficient grace ; Give to his footfteps paths of peace; Thy truth and faithfulnefs fulfil ; Preferve him, Lord, from ev'ry ill, 3 Before his face protection fend ; O love him, fave him to the end : Nor let him as thy pilgrim rove, Without the convoy of thy love. 4 Enlarge, enfjame, and fill his heart, In him thy mighty power exert ; That thoufands yet unborn may praifs. The wonders of Redeeming grace. HYMN CCIIT. Short Metre. Dr. Watts. A. H OW beauteous are their feet, Who ftand on Zion's hill ! Wh* ORDINATION. 187 Who bring falvation on their tongues, And word's of peace reveal. 2 How charming is their voice ! How 'fweet the tidings are ! " Zion, behold thy Saviour King, " He reigns and triumphs here/' 3 How happy are our ears, That hear this joyful found, Which kings and prophets waited for. And fought due never found ! 4 How blefled are our eyes. That fee this heav'nly light % P phets and kings defir'd it long, But dy'd without the fight ! 5 The watchmen join their voice, And tuneful notes employ ', Jerufalem breaks forth in fongs, And deferts learn the joy. At an ASSOCIATION. HYMN CCTV. Long Metre. Beddome. J. A prayer for Miniflers. I "F7ATHERof mercies, bow thine ear X; Attentive to our earned prayer ; F 4 We i88 ASSOCIATION We plead for thofe who plead for thee, Succefsful pleaders may they be ! (charge 2 How great their work, how vaft their Do thou their anxious fouls enlarge, Their beft acquirements are our gain, We fhare the bleffings they obtain. 3 Clothe them with Energy divine, Their words, and let thofe words be thine To them thy facred truth reveal, Supprefs their fear, inflame their zeal. 4 Teach them to fow the precious feed, Teach them thy chofen flock to feed : Teach them immortal fouls to gain, Souls which will well reward their pain; 5 Let thronging multitudes around, Hear from their lips the joyful found 5 In humble ftrains thy grace implore, And feel thy new creating "power. 6 Let fmners break their mafTy chains, Diftrefled fouls forget their pains ; Let light thro' diftant realms be fpread. And Zion rear her drooping head. HYMN of CHUR CHES, 189 | HYMN CCV. Long Metre. Francis. J. M'mijlsrs abounding in the ivork of the Lord. 1 "O EFORE thy throne, eternal King, |3 Thy minifters their tribute bring, Their tribute of united praife, For heavVly news and peaceful days. 2 We fing the conquefts of thy fword, And publifh loud 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 bl*fs fupreme; And, while we feel thy heav'nly love, We burn IiKe feraphim above. 4 Nor feraphs there can ever raife, With us, an eq^al fong of praife : They are the nobleft work of Gop, 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 wholefom pafture feef*/ And watch them with unwearied heed. 6 Thou art our Lord, our life, our love Our care frelow, and crown above : F 5 Thy 90 ASSOCIATION Thy praife fhall be our beft employ, Thy prefence our eternal Joy. HYMN CGVI. Common Metre. Newport toll. A. At meeting, WELLmet,dearfriendsin Jefus'namc Come let us now rejoice, While we our Saviour's praife proclaim With cheerful heart and voice. \ But, Odearjefus, Lamb of God, Send down the heav'nly dove, His graces to diffufe abroad, And warm our hearts with love ! In vain, dear Saviour, here we meet, Except thy face we fee : Thy prefence makes a heav'n raoft fweet Where e'er we meet with thee. Then Q dear Jefus condefcend, To meet us with a faille, Thy Spirit's quick'ning infTence fend, And purge our hearts from guile, That at the elofe each one may fay, We met not here in vain, of CHURCHES. i 9 i For we have' tafted heaven to day, Nor could we more contain. HYMN CCVII. Long Metre. A. i ' rp ncourAg'd by thy holy word, r j Thy churches thus co^en'd,0 Lord By us, their dple gates elect, Crave thy bleft Spirit to direct. a O guide us by thy grace, to know, What beft promotes thy caufe below ; And may our confutations be, Frefh means to lead us, Lord to thee, 3 Lord let the glory of thy name, And Zion's int'reft be our aim j From ev'ry felflfh motive free, Devoted wholy, Lord to thee* 4 Aflbciated year by ye^r, From all thy churches may we hear, Of fouls that to thy altars flee, Dependant wholy Lord on thee. 5 The labours of thy fervants blefs, In turning fouls to righteoufnefs ; That many converts ihey may fee: Yet give the glory Lord to thee. F 6 CCVIII >92 FASTS and THANKSGIVING. HYMN CCVIIl. Common Metre, (Pf. xviii.) J. c Ihankfgi'vhig for viciory. 1 r H ] thine Almighty arm we owe, I The triumphs of the day; Thy terrors Lord, confound the foe, And melt their ftrength away. 2 'Tis by thine aid our troops prevail. And break united pow'rs, Or burn their boafted fleets, or fcalc The proudefl: of their towVs. 3 How have wechas'd them thro' the fieU, And trod them to the ground, While thy falvation was our fhield, But they no fhelter found. 4 In vain to idol Saints they cry, And perifh in their blood ; Where is a rock fo great fo high, So pow'rful as our God. 5 The rock of Ifrael ever lives, His name be ever bleft ; ? Tis his own arm the vicYry gives, And gives his people reft. HYMN FASTS and THANKSGIVING. 193 HYMN CCfX. Long Metre. Prefuient Davies. J, National Judgments deprecated, and national Mercies pleaded Amos. 3. I. 6. 1 "^t'Y T"hile o'er our guilty land, O Lord ! W We view the terrors of thy fword Oh ! whither fhall the helplefs fly? To whom but thee direft their cry ? 2 The helplsfs finner's cries and tears* Are" grown familiar to thine ears; Oft has thy mercy fent relief, When all was fear and hopeiefs grief. 3 On thee our guardian God, we call, Before thy throne of grace we fall 5 And is there no deliv'rance there ? And muft we perifti in defpair ? 4 See, we repent, we weep, we mourn, To our forfaken God we turo ; O fpareourgUiit^country,fpare, (her.e The church which thou has planted t We plead thy gra£e indulgent God ; We plead thy Sou's atoning blood j We plead thy gracious promifes* And are they unavailing pleas ? F 7 6 Theft 194 FASTS aud THANKSGIVING. 6.Thefc picas, prefentcd at thy throne, Wavebroughttenthoufandblefringsdown On guilty lands in helplefs woe; Let them prevail to fave us too. KYMN CCX. Long Merre. Steel. y m On a day of prayer for fuccefs in eace ! with her what biefiines fled \) Glad plenty laughs, the vallies fing, Reviving Commerce lifts her head. 5 Thou good, and wife, and.gracious Lord All move fuhfervieflt to thy will - y And peace a^d war await thy word, And thy fublirne Decrees fulfil. 6 To thee we pay our grateful fongs, Thy kind protection frill implore ; O may our hearts, and lives, and tongues Coqfefs thy goodnefs and adore. HYMN FASTS and THANKSGIVING. 197 HYMN CCXIII. Common Metre. Rippon's Coll. J. Thanlfgiving for viSIory. i r a ^O thee who reign'ftfupreme above, And reign'ft -fupreme below, - Thou God of wifdom, power, and love We our fuccefles owe. 2 The thundering horfe, the martial band Without thine aid were vain ; And victory flies at thy command, To crown the bright campaign. 3 Thy mighty arm, unfeen, was nigh, When we our foes aflail'd ; 'Tis thou haft rais'd our honours high* And o'er their hofts prevail'd. 4 To our young race will we proclaim, The mercies God has fhown ; That they may learn to blefs thy name And choofe him for their own. 5 Thus, while we fleep in filent duft, When threat'ning dangers come, Their Father's God fhall be their truft^ Their Refuge and their home. F o HYMN 10 For a -PUB L I C FAST. y r MNCCXIV. Common Metre. Rippon's Coll. A. 1 \ \ T HENAbra ' m > Mi offered vV Before Jehovah ftoori, (awe ■And* with a humble fervent prayer, For guilty Sodom fued ; 2 With what fuccefs,what wondrous grace Was his petition crown'd ! The Lord would fpare, if in the place Ten righteous men were found: 3 And could a fingle, holy SohI, So i ich a.boon obtain ? Great Go R PUBLIC THANKSGIVING 20a 3 No evil can my foul difmay, While I am near my God \ My comfort, my fupport, and ftay, Thy ftaff and guiding rod. 4 Thy conflant bounties me furround, Amidft my envious foes ; My favour'd head with gladnefscrown'd, My cup with bleffings flows. 5 Thus fhall thy goodnefs love and care, Attend my future days \ And 1 Uiall dwell for ever near, My Qod, and fing his praife, HYMN CCXVIII. Common Metre. Addifon. 4. 1 \\J HEN all thy mercies, O my God y V My rifing foul furveys, Tranfported with the view I'm loft, In wonder, love, and praife. 2 Thy providence my life fuftain'd And all my wants redreft, When in the filent womb I lay, And hung upon the breaft. 3 Unnumber'd comfortsfof my foul Thy tender care beftow'd, Before "■02 For a PUBLIC THANKSGIVING Before my infant heart conceiv'd From whom thofe comforts flow'd. 4 When in the flippy paths of youth, With heedlefs fteps I ran ? Thine arm, unfeen, convey'd me fafe, And led me on to man. 5 When worn by ficknefs oft haft thou With heahh renew'd my face ; And when in fins and forrows funk Reviv'd my foul with grace. 6 Thy bounteous hand with worldly blifg Has made my cup run o'er ; And in a kind and faithful friend Has doubl'd all my ftore. 7 Thro' ev'ry period of my life, Thy goodnefs Til purfue ; And after death in diftant world/, The glorious theme renew. 8 When nature fails, a"nd day; and night Divide thy works no more ; My ever grateful heart O Lord, Thy mercy fhall adore. 9 Thro' all eternity to thee, A joyful fong Til raife For For a PUBLIC THANKSGIVING 203 For O eternity's too fhort To utter ail thy praife. FASTS and THANKSGIVING. HYMN CCX1X. Common Metre. Rippon's Coll. J. Karvejl. 1 T I ^O praife the/ ever bounteous Lor4 JL My foul, wake all thy powers : He calls, and at bis voice come forth, The fmiling harvefc hours. 2 His cov'nant with the earth he keeps; My tongue his goodnefs fing : Summer and winter know their time, His harveft crowns the fpring, 3 Well pleas'd the toiling fwains behold^ The waving yellow crop : With joy they bear the fheaves away s And fow again in hope. 4 Thus teach me, gracious God, to % fow The feeds of righteoufnefs : Smile on my foul, and with thy beams The ripening harveft blefs. 5 Then, in the laft great harveft, I, Shall reap a glorious crop : The harveft mall by far exceed, * What 1 have fown in hope. 204 At a FUNERAL. HYMN CCXX. Common Metre. Steel. j, WHEN blooming youth is fnatch'd By death's refiftlefs hand (away, Our hearts the mournful tribute pay, Which pity muft demand. 2 While pity prompts therifing figh, O may this truth, imprefs, With awful power, I too muft die, Sink deep in every breaft. 3 Let this vain world engage no more ; Behold the gaping tomb ! It bids us feize the prefent hour, To morrow death may come. 4 The voice of this alarming fcene, May every heart obey ; Nor be the heav'nly warning vain, Which calls to watch and pray. 5 O let us fly, to Jefus fly, Whofe powerful arm can fave ; Then fhall our hopes afcend on high, And triumph o'er the grave. 6 Great God, thy fovereign grace impart With cleanfing, healing, power ; Thi: FUNERAL OCCASIONS. 205 This only can prepare, the heart, For death's furprifing hour. HYMN CCXXI. Common Metre. Dr. Watts, J. Life and Eternity. 1 ripHEE we adore, eternal name ! And humbly own to thee, How feeble is our mortal frame, What dying worms we be ! 2 Our wafting lives grow fhorter ftill, As months and days increafe ; And ev'ry beating pulfe we tell, Leaves one the number lefs. 3 The year rolls round, and fteals away The breath that firft it gave ; What e'er we do, where e'er we be, We're travelling to the grave. 4 Dangers ftand thick thro' all the ground To pu(h us to the tomb y And fierce difeafes wait around, To hurry mortals home. 5 Great God ! on what a (lender thread Hang everlafting things*, Th' eternal ftates df all the dead, Upon life's feeble firings. 6 Infinite so6 FUNERAL OCCASIONS, 6 Infinite joy or endlefs woe, Attend on ev'jy breath ; And yet how unconcern'd we go, ' Upon the brink of death. 7 Waken, O Lord, our drowfV fenfcy ' To walk this dang'rous road ; And if our fouls are hurry'd hence, May they be found with God. HYMN CCXXII. Common Metre. Hughes' Coll. J. Death's a Warping. 1 *\7" AINmanthyfond P lJ1 ^&rbear W Repent thy end is nigh, Death at the farther* can't 'be far; Oh think before you die ! 2 Reflea thou hah: a foul to fave ; Thy fins how high they motmt » What are r.hy hopes beyond the arav ei v How ftands that dark account! 3 Death enters and there's no defence, His time there's none can tell, He'll in a moment call* thee hence, To Heaven or to hell. 4 Thy flefli perhaps thy chiefeft care, Shall crawling worms cWunie, FUNERAL OCCASIONS. £07 But ah ! deftruction flops not there \ Sin kills beyond the tomb ! To day, the gofpel calls, to day *, Sinners, it fpeaks to you *, Let every one forfake his way* And mercy will enfue. Rich mercy, dearly bought with blood, How vile foe'er he be, Abundant pardon, peace with Got> *, All giv'n entirely free. HYMN CCXXIII. Long Metre. Fawcett. J* The death of the Sinner and the Saint. J^ftC*- WHATfcenesofhorror &of dg»ifr , Await -the finner's dying bed ! Death's terrors all appear in fight, Prefages of eternal night. His fins in dreadful order rife, And fill his foul with fad furprife ; Mount Sinai's thunder ftuns his ears, And not one ray of hope appears. \ Tormenting pangs diffract the breaft, Where'er he turns, he finds no reft ; Death ftrikesthe blow, he groans & cries And, in defpair and horror, dies. 4 Not so8 FUNERAL OCCASIONS. 4 Not fo the heir of heavenly blifs ; His foul is fill'd with confcious peace j A fteady faith fubdues his fear ; He fees the happy Canaan near. 5 His mind is tranquil and ferene, No terrors in his looks are feen ; His Saviour's fmile difpels the gloom, And fmooths his pafTage to the tomb, 6 Lord, make my faith and love ferene. My judgement found, my confeience clean And when the toils of life are paft, May I be found in peace at laft. HYMN CCXXIV. Common Metre. Dr. Watts. J. I)eath and Glory. 1 "T& /I"Yfoul, come meditate the day JlVJL And think how near it ftands, When thou muft quit this houfe of clay And fly to unknown lands. 2 And you, mine eyes, look down & view The hollow gaping tomb ; This gloomy prifen waits for you, Whene'er the fummons come. 3 O ! could we die with thofe that die, And place us in their Head, Then FUNERAL OCCASIONS. 209 Then would our fpirits learn to fly, And converfe with the dead. 4 Then fhould we fee the faints above, In their own glorious' forms, And wonder why our fouls fhould lo^ve To dwell with mortal worms. 5 How mould we fcorn thefe cloths of flefh> Thefe fetters, and this load ; And long for ev'ning to undrefs, That we may reft with God. 6 We mould almoft forfake our clay, Before the fummons come, And pray, and wifh our fouls away* To their eternal home. HYMN CCXXV. Common Metre. Dr. Watts. J. A Funeral Thought. HARK ! from the tombs a doleful found My ears attend the cry ; " Ye living men, come view the ground " Wher,e you muft fhortly lie. 2 " Princes, this clay muft be your bed, M In fpite of all your tow'rs ; " The tall, the wife, the rev'rend hea4 " Muft lie as low as ours. 3 Great 210 FUNERAL OCCASIONS, 3 Great God ! is this our certain doom! And are we ftill feeure ! Still walking downward to our tomb, And yet prepare no more ! 4 Grant us the pow rs of quickning grace To fit our fouls to fly ; Then, when we drop this dying flefh, We'll rife above the fky. HYMN CCX^VI. Long Metre. Dr. Watts. A. WHYfhould weftartorfeartodie, What tim'rous worms we mortals Death is the gate of endlefs joy, (are, And yet we dread to enter there. 2 The pains, the groans, and dying ftrife, Fright our approaching fouls away ; Still we fhrink back again to life, Fond of our prifon and our clay. 3 O! If my Lord would come and meet, My foul fhould ftretch her wings in haftc Fly fearlefs thro' death's iron gafe, Nor feel the terrors as fhe pafs'd. 4 Jesus can make a dying bed, Feel foft as downy pillows are, While FUNERAL OCCASIONS. 211 While on his bread I lean my head, And breathe my life out fweetly there. CCXXVII. Long Metre. (Ff. lxxxix.) A. Remember, Lord our mortal ftate, How frail our life, how fhort the date Where is the man that draws his breath, Safe from difeafe, feeure from death? Lord, while we fee whole nations die* Our flefh and {en{e repine and cry, Am! FUNERALOCCASIONS. 213 And ev'ry month and ev'ry day, 'TIS moutd'ring back to duft. Our moments fly apace, Nor will our minutes ftay 5 Juft like a flood our hafty day|. Are fweeping us away. Well if our days muft fly, We'll keep their end in fight ; YvVii fpend them all in wifdom's way, And let them {peed their flight. 5 They'll waft us fooner o'er, This life's tempettuous fea : Soon we fhali reach the peaceful fhore, Of bleir eternity. HYMN CCXXX. Common Metre. Dr. Watts A. HYdowemourn departed friends Or {hake at death's alarm .? Tis but the voice that Jefus fends, * To call them to his arms. Why fliould we tremble to convey Their bodies to the tomb ? There the dear flefh of Jefqs lay, Ar/d left a long perfume: 3 The 2i 4 FUNERAL OCCASIONS. 3 The graves of all the faints he blefs'd, And foft'ned ev'ry bed : Where fliouid the living members reft But with the dying head. 4 Thence he arofe, and bflrft the chain, To fhew our feet the way, From (hades where dcati»& darknefs reign To realms of cndlefs day. 5 Then let the laft loud trumpet found, And bid his kindred rife ; Awake, ye nations under ground ; Ye faints, afcend the Ikies. HYMN CCXXXI. Common Metre. Rippon's Coll. A. y^J^y Should our mourning thoughrsde- To grovel in the duft ? U'ght, Or why fbould ftreams of tears unite, Around th' expiring juil ? 2 Did not the Lord our Saviour die, And triumph o'er the grave ? Did not our Lord afcend on high, And prove his power to fave ? 3 Doth not the facred Spirit come,- And dwell in all the faints ? And FUNERAL OCCASIONS. 215 And fhould the temples of his grace, Refound with long complaints ? 4 Awake, my foul, and like the fun, Burft thro' each fable cloud ; And thou, my voice, tho* broke with Tune forth thy fongs aloud, (fighs, $ The fpirit rais'd my Saviour Up, When he had bled for me; And fpite of death and hell fhall raife Thy pious friends and thee. HYMN CCXXXH. Common Metre. Trivetts. A. MY God ! my God ! and muft I die, Thy prefence to behold ; Lord break the oands, and let me fly, To tread the ftreets of gold. 2 Learn me to dwell on things above, And fing as faints do there ; Thofe brighter! objects of thy love, And quickly me prepare. 3 To drop the body, and remove, To yonder worlds on high ; Fam on thy wings celeftial dcve, My foul would thither fly, 4 Yet 2i6 FUNERAL OCCASIONS. 4 Yet trembling at each fweljing wave, Of death's cold flood I ftand ; Afraid to launch in them and leave,, This body and this land. 5 But if my Jefus I could hear, And fee him (landing by ; My foul would mount beyond her fear, Thro' death for Heaven fly. HYMN CCXXXIII. Long Metre. Trivetts. A. Funeral occajions. i H\ E ATH as a fleep or gentle dole, \J Does every weary faint compofe Lays all its pain, and griefs remove, Conveys the Soul to worlds above. 2 Where all its fighs and mournful cries, With pained heart; and flowing eyes, Are chang'd for pleafures lafting fweet Nor can it more with forrow meet. 3 Bleft in the lamb's embrace it lies, Praifing its God above the fkies ; In fparkliqg robes of glory bright, Tranfporting joys and pure delight. 4 Thus with the growing concert join, And feraphs in rnufick divine Tis FUNERAL OCCASIONS, 217 'Tis rapture almoft ravifhing, To hear the charming notes they ling, Nor can thofe joys fublime be lefs, They're flowing ftreams of perfect blifs Yet parents and relations dear, Are loth their loving friend to fpare. HYMN CCXXXIV. Long Metre. Trivett. A. WE needs muft die, who banilh'd lie Cloth'd with corrupt mortality ; And drop thefe cloaths of finful clay, Within the -iilent grave to lay. God no man's perfon fp refpects ; He faireft jewels, though felect, To dwell with Chrift in majefty, Muft need fubmit, wither, and die. 'Tis not in mortal bodies we^ Jehovah's face can ever fee , But are as water on the ground, 'Till Chrift the jub'lee trumpet found. 4 Then he that did our ranfom pay, "Will clothe the faints in bright array, As from the beds of duft they rife, More fplendid than the fparkling ikies. • G 5 Wrapt n8 FUNERAL OCCASIONS, 5 Wrapt in immortal beauties bright, Tranfcendant pleasures and delight ; And while each faint his friend embrace The growing raptures will incrcafe. HYMN CCXXXV. Common Metre. Dr. Watts. J. Evening, DREAD fov'reign let my ev'ning fong Like holy incenfe rife ; Affift the offerings of my tongue To reach the lofty fkies. 2 Tffro' all the dangers of the day Thy hand was ftill my guard, And ftill to drive my wants away, Thy merey flood prepar'd. Perpet uaf bkffingsfrom above En com pa fs me around, But O how few returns oflovej Hath my creator found ? 4 What have I done for him that dy'd To fave my wretched foul ? How are my follies multiply'd, Faft as my minutes roll ! 5 Lord, with this guilty heart of mine, To thy dear cr©fs I flee 3 And FAMILY WORSHIP. 219 And to thy grace my foul refign, To be renew'd by thee. S Sprinkled afrefh with pard'ning blood, I lay me down to reft, As in th' embraces of my God, Or on my Saviour's breaft. HYMN CCXXXVI. Common Metre. The Coll. J, Lord' 's day Morning. 1 TP O day God bids the faithful reft, JL To day he fhow'rs his grace ; " Seek ye my face," thy Lord hath faid Lord, we will feek thy face. 2 Come, let us leave the things of earth, With God's afTembly join ; Lo ! Heaven defeends to welcome man* To tafte the things divine ! 3 We come, dear Saviour, lo ! we come, Lord of our life and foul ; We come difeas'd, and faint, and fick 5 Be pleas'd to make us whole. We thirft, and fly to thee, O Lord, Thou fountain-head of good ; Filthy we come, and all unclean ; O cleanfe us in thy blood. G 2 5 O may 220 FAMILY WORSHIP. 5 O may we pleafe our God to day, May that be all our care ! Give, Lord, thygrace, left evil thoughts Should mingle in our pray'r, 6 Amidft th' aiTembly of thy faints Let us be faithful found j And let us join in humble pray'r, And in thy praife abound. 7 Let thy good Spirit help our fouls, With faith thy word to hear ; Be with us in thy temple, Lord, And let us find thee near. CCXXXVII. GvNMen Metre. (Pf. six.) J. Lord's day Morning. 1 \\ EHOLD the morning fun. JUP Begins his glorious way ; His beams through all the nations run, And life and light convey. 2 But where the gofpel comes, It fpreads diviner light ; It calls dead finners from their tombs, And gives the blind their fight. 5 How perfect is thy word ! And all thy judgements juft 5 For FAMILY WORSHIP, 221 Forever fure tby promife, Lord, And men fecurely truft. My. gracious God, how plain Are thy directions giv'n ! may I never read in vain, But find the path to heav'n ! CCXXXYIII. Common Metre. (Pf. iv. Dr. Watts) J. Evening. LORD, thou wilt hear me when I pray I am for ever thine ; 1 fear before thee all the day, Nor would I dare to fin. 2 And while I reft my weary head, From cares and bus'nefs free, 'Tis fwect converfing on my bed, With my own heart and thee. 3 I pay this evening facrifice ; And when my work is done, Great God> my faith and hope relies, Upon thy grace alone. 4 Thus with my thoughts compos'd to peace I'll give mine eyes to fleep ; Thy hand "*i fafety keeps my days, And ^\\\ my (lumbers keep. G 3 HYMN "2 FAMILY WORSHIP HYMN CCXXXIX. Com. Metfe. Newport Coll, J Lord's day Morning. i T ORD haft thou fuffer'd me to fee A i Another of thy days ! O fill my heart with love to thee, And tune my lips to praife ! 2 Within thy lower courts of grace, Let me with pleafure ftay ; And let a fmile from Jefus' face, Chafe all my doubts away. 3 Difplay the riches of thy grace, My broken heart to cheer : And ihew thy reconciled face To all thy people here. 4 As^ in the ancient days O Lord, Thy glorious trophies fpread : Gird on thy all victorious fword, And fill thy foes with dread. 5 Let ey'ry hard'ned finner here, Feel that thy pow'r abounds : Each broken heart with comforts cheer, And heal their bleeding wounds 6 Defcend, O fweet celeftial dove, With all thy quick'ning powVs ! Caufe FAMILY WORSHIP. 223 Caufe now a dear Redeemer's love, T' enflame and quicken ours. HYMN CCXL. Common Metre. Newport Coll. J. Lord's day Evening. 1 Tk TOW Lord, another of thy days* J^| I have on earth enjoy'd, But ah, how little to thy praife, My heart has been employ'd ! 2 Tho' I have heard thy holy word, And in thy worfhipjoin'd, Alas, how little of it, Lord, Remains upon my mind ! j Waft thou to call me to account, What I have gain'd this day ; How low the product would amount, I tremble, Lord to fay ! \ Much like the barren heath am I, Tho' oft refrefh'd with rain, Still it continues hard and dry, And fruitlefs doth remain, I For Jefus' fake my f ruitlefsnefs, Remember, Lord no more ; And whiLft my guilt I here confefs, Purge out my heinous fcore. G 4 6 Aad FAMILY WORSHIP, 6 And e'csmy foul (hall be undreft, To take its laft remove j O fit me for that glorious reft Thou haft prepared above. HYMN CCXLT. Short Metre. Rippon's Coll. J. A Morning Hymn. i ^?* EE how the mounting fun, k3 Purfues his fhining way ; And wide proclaims his maker's praife. With every bright'ning ray. 2 Thus would my rifing foul, Its heavenly parent ftng -, And to its great original, The humble tribute bring. 3 Serene I laid me down, Beneath his guardian care ; Iflept, and I awoke, and found, My kir.d p refer ver near ! 4 Thus does thine arm fupporr, This weak defencelefs frame ; But whence thefe favours, Lord, to me, All worthlefs as I am ? 5 Oh! how fhalll repay The bounties of my God, FAMILY WORSHIP. 225 This feeble fpirit pants beneath, The pleafing, painful load. 6 Dear Saviour, to thy crofs, I bring my facrifice ; Ting'd with thy blood it fliall afcend, With fragrance to the Ikies. 7 My life I would anew, Devote, O Lord, toth.ee; And, in thy fervice, Iwouklfpend, A long eternity. HYMN CCXLII. Common Metre. Rippon's Coll. J-. An Evening Hymu. 1 T^T 0W from thc aTtai of our hearts ' _[_^ Let flames of love arife ; Affiftus, Lord, toofferup Our evening facrifice. 2 Minutes and mercies multiply'd, Have made up all this day; Minutes came quick, but mercie* were More fwift and free than they. 3 New time, new favour, and new joys, Do a new fong require, ■Till we fhall praife thee as we would, AcGept our hearts deuce. G t 4 Lor* *a6 FAMILY WORSHIP, 4 Lord of our days, whofe hand hath fet New time upon our fcore ; Thee may we praife for all our time, When time fha4I be no more. HYMN CCXLH1. Long Metre. Bp. Ken. J. Mvtnifig. C*1 LORY to thee, my God, this night, T For all the bleffings of the light ; Keep roe, O keep me, King of kings, Under thine own Almighty wings. 2 Forgive me, Lord, for thy dear Son, What ever ill this day I've done ; That, with the world, myfelf and thee, I, ere I.fleep, at peace may be, 3 Teach me to live, that I may dread. The grave as little as my bed ; Teach me to die, that fo 1 may, Triumphing rife at the Iaft day. -4 O may my foul on thee repofe, And with fw^et flcep my eye-lids clofe; Sleep that may me more vig'rous make, To ferve my God when I awake. 5 Let my bleu; guardian, while I fleep, Clofe to my bed his vigils keep \ Let FAMILY WORSHIP. a 7 Let no vain dreams difturb my reft, No powers of darknefs me moleft. Praife God, from whom all bleflings flow Praife him, all creatures here below ; Praife him above, ye heav'nly boft ; Praife Father, Son. and Holy Ghoft. HYMN CCXLIV. Long Metre. The Coll. J. Morning. AWAKE, my foul, and with thefua Thy daily ftage of duty run ; Shake off dull floth, and early rife, To pay thy morning facrifice. Redeem thy mifpent time that's paft, Live this day as if 'twere thy laft-, T' improve thy talents take due care, 'Gainft the great day thyfelf prepare. Let all thy converfc be fincere, Thy conference as the noon day clear ; Think how th' all feeing God thy ways And all thy fecret thoughts furveys. Glory to G od, who fafe hath kept, And hath r efrefh'd me while I flept ; Grant Lord when I from death fhall wake, I may of endlefs life partake. G 6 5 Direct, 328 FAMILY WORSHIP. 5 Direa, controul, fuggeft this day, All I defign, or do, or fay ; That allmypow'rs, with all their might In thy fole glory may unite. 6 Praife God from whom all bleffings flow Praife him all creatures here below \ Praife him above ye Heav'nly hoft; Praife Father, Son, and Holy Ghoft. HYMN CCXLV. Common Metre. Cennick. J Lord's day Evening. WHEN, O dear Jefys, when fhall I Behold thee all ferene ; Bleft in perpetual fabbath day, Without a veil between ? 2 Affift me while I wander here, Amidft a world of cares; Incline my heart to pray with love, And then accept my pray'rs. J Releafe my foul from ev'ry chain, No more hell's captive led ; And pardon a repenting child, I or whom the Saviour bled. | Spare me, O God, O fpare the foul, That gives itfelf to thee ; * Tak FAMILY WORSHIP. 229 Take all that I poffefs below, And give thyfeif to me. [ Thy Spirit, O my Father, give, To be my guide and friend ; To light my way to ceafelefs joys ! Where Sabbaths never end. HYMN CCXLVT. Long Metre. Dr. Watts. $'. Morning j>r Evening. 1 Ik If Y G ° d » h ° W endle ^ IS thy l0Ve ' Jj/jL Thy gifts are ev'ry ev'ning new And morning mercies from above Gently diftil like early dew. % Thou fpread'ft the curtains of the night, Great guardian of my fleeping hours Thy fov'reign word reftores the light, And quickens ail my dro^fy pow'rs 2 I yield my pow'rs to thy command ; To thee I consecrate my days ; Perpetual bleffings from thine hand, N Demand perpetual fongs of praife. ,HYMN CCXLV1I. Con-.mon Metre. Dr. Watts. A. Ftr the Ivloming. NCE more, my foul, the riling day Salutes thy waking eyes \ G 7 One© 230 FAMILY WORSHIP. Once more, my voice, thy tribute pay, To him that rules the Ikies. 2 Night unto night his name repeats, The day renews the found, Wide as the heav'n on which he fits, To turn the feafons round. 3 Tis he fupports my mortal frame ; ^ ^ My tongue ihall fpeak his praife ; My fins would roufe his wrath to flame, And yet his wrath delays. 4 A thoufand wretched fouls are fled, Since the laft fetting fun, And yet thou length'neft out my thread And yet my moments run. 5 Dear God, let all my hours be thine, Whim I enjoy the light ; Then mall my fun in fmiles decline, And bring a pleafant night. HYMN CCXLVIN. Common Metre. Dr. Watts. A. Morning 'or Evening. 1 TT OS ANNA with a cheerful found, JL JL To God's upholding hand; Ten thoufand fnares attend us round, And yetfecure we {land. 2 That FAMILY WORSHIP. 231 1 That was a moil amazing pow'r, That rais'd us with a word, And ev'ry day, and ev'ry hour, We lean upon the Lord. 3 The ev'ning refts our weary head, And angels guard the room; We wake, and we admire the bed, That was not made our tomb. 4 The rifing morning can't affure, That we mall end the day ; For death flands ready at the door To take our lives- away. 5 Our breath is forfeited by fin To God's avenging law ; We own thy grace, immortal King, In ev'ry gafp we draw, 6 God is our fun, whofe daily light, Our joy and fafety brings 5 Our feeble flefh lies fafe at night Beneath his fliady wings* HYMN CCXLIX. Common Metre. The Coll. A. Faith the Gift of God. I TJAIL, Alpha and Omega, hail f J_ Author of all our faith, G 8 The 232 family Worship. The fi niftier of all our hopes, The truth, the life, the path. 2 Hail, firft and Jaft, the morning ftar, In wham we live and move ; Increafe our little fyark of faith, And purify our love. 3 Let that belief which Jefus taught, Be treaiur'd in our breaft ; The evidence of unfeen joys, The fubftance of our reft, 4 O let us go from ftrength to ftrength/ From grace to greater grace, From one degree of faith to more, Till we behold thy face. HYMN CCL. Common Metre. Lyric Poems. Omnipotent God. i r T 1 KE Lord ! how fearful is his name JL How wide is his command? Nature with all her moving frame, Reft on his mighty hand. 2 Immortal glory forms his throne, And light his awful robe 5 ^ Whilft with a fmileor with a frown, He manages the globe. 3 A FAMILY WORSHIP. 233 3 A word of his Almighty breath, Can fwell or fink the feas ; Build the vaft empires of the earth, Or break them as he pleafe. 4 Adoring angels round him fall, In all their {Lining forms, His fovereign eye looks thro* them all And pities mortal worms. 5 Now let the Lord for ever reign, And fwayus as lie will, Sick, or in health, # in eafe, or pain, We are his fav'rites frill, HYMN CCLI. Common Metre. Dr. Watts. A. Tribulation beloiv. 1 ORD, what a wretched land is this E J That yields us no fupply, No cheering fruits, no wholefome trees No dreams of living joy ? 2 But pricking thorns thro'all the ground, And mortal poifons grow ; And all the rivers that are found, With dang'rous water flow. 3 Yet the dear path to thine abode, Lies thro' this horrid land : G 9 Lqr d ! 234 FAMILY WORSHIP. Lord ! we would keep the heav'nly road And run at thy command. 4 Our fouls (hall tread the defer t thro' With undiverted feet : And faich and flaming zeal fubdue, The terrors that we meet. 5 Our journey is a thorny maze, But we march upward ftill ; Forget thefe troubles of the ways, And reach at Zion's Hill. HYMN CCLIJ. L?ng Metre. Dr. Watts. Seeking the Lord. FTEN I feek my Lord by night; Jesus, my love, my foul's delight With^warm defire and reftlefs thought, I feek him oft, but find him not. Then I arife and fearch the ftreet, Till I my Lord, my Saviour meet ; I afk the watchman of the night, " Wheredid youfee my foul's, delight.' Sometimes I find him in my way, Directed by a heav'nly ray ; I leap for joy to fee his face, And hold him fall in my embrace, 4 He FAMILY WORSHIP. 23,5 4 He gives me there his bleeding heart, Pierc'd for my tins with deadly fmart •, I give my fouUohim, and there, Our loves there mutual tokens fhare. 5 I charge you all, ye earthly toys •, Approach not to difturb my joys ; Nor fin nor hell come near my heart, Nor caufe my Saviour to depart. HYMN CCL1II. Long Metre Newport Coll. A° Divine ufe of Muficl. WEfmgtothee, whofewifdomform'4 The curious organ of the ear; And thou who gav'ft us voices, Lord, Our grateful fongs in kindnefs hear. 2 We'll joy in God who ip the fpring, O^lavvful joy and harmlefs mirth \ Whofe boundlefe love is fitly cali'd, The harmony of heav'n and earth. 3 Thofe praifes, deareft Lord, aloud, Our humble fonnets fhall rehearfe: Which rightly tun'd, are rightly ftil'd, The mufick of the univene. 4 And whilft we fing ; we'll confecrate, That too, too much profaned art, M *3<5 FAMILY WORSHIP. By off'ring up with ev'ry tongue, In ev'ry fong a flaming heart. 5 We'll hallow plcafurc and redeem, From vulgar ufe our precious voice I hole lips which wantonly have fung, Shall ferve our turn for nobler jovs HYMN CCLIV. Long Metre. Newport Coll. A. A Morning Hymn. I* A \ AKE myf0u1 ' •™kemineey«, ± \ Awake, my drowfy faculties: Awake and fee the new-born light, Spring from the darkfome womb of night. 2 Look up and fee the unwearied fun: Already has his race begun, The pretty lark is mounted high, And Zings his matins in the fty,' 3 Arif e my foul and thou my voice, In .arlyfongs of praife rejoice, O great creator, Heav'nly King, Ibypra.feseverletmefing. 4 Thy power has made, thy goodnefs kept Th,stencelef s body while I flept- FrlT n"^' m ° re haft thou k W ««. From all the pow'„ of darknef, free. i FAMILY WORSHIP. 237 5 O keep my heart from fin fecure, My life unblameable and pure ; That when the Uft of days fhall come-, I chearfully may meet my doom. HYMN CCLV. Long Metre. Newport Coll. A. An Evening Hyntn. Sleep, downy fleep, come, clofe mine eyes' Tir'd with beholding vanities. Welcome fweet deep and chafe away, The toils and follies of the day. 2 On thy foft bofom, will I lie, Forget the world, and learn to die, O Ifrael's watchful fhepherd i pread, Thy guardian angels round my bed. 3 Let not the fpirits of the air, While I lie flurab'ring me infnare; But guard thy fuppliant free from harm Clafpt in thine everlafting arm. 4 Clouds and thick darknefs are thy throne Thy wonderful pavilion, O dart from thence one heav'nly ray, And then my midnight fhall be day. *5 Thus when the morn in crimfon drefs, Break through the windows of the eaft, My 238 FAMILY WORSHIP. My thankful hymns of praife ill all rife, Like incenfe of the facrifice. HYMN CCLVl. Long Metre. Stennett. A. The Chrijlian Honourable. 1 ]\F° T ail the nobles of the earth » JL^jf Who boaft the honors of their birth Such real dignity can claim, As thofe who bear the chriftian name, 2 To them the privilege is giv'n, To be the fons and heirs of Heav'n, Sons of the God who reigns on high, And heirs of joys beyond the Iky. 3 On them a happy chofen race, Their father pours his richeft grace : To them his counfels he imparts, And ftamps his Image on their hearts. 4 Their Infant cries, their tender age, His pity and his love engage: He clafps them in his arms and there, Secures them 'with parental care. 5 His will he makes them early know, And teaches their young feet to go; Whifpers inftruftion to their minds, And on their hearts his precepts binds. CCLVII FAMILY WORSHIP. 239 CCLVII. Long Metre. (PC \u) A. Depravity of Nature. 1 T ORD I am vile, conceiv'd in fin, j And born unholy and unclean; Sprung from the man whofe guilty fall, Corrupts the race, and taints us all. 2 Soon as we draw our infant breath, The feeds of fin grow up^for death; Thy law demands a perfect heart; But we're defU'd in ev'ry part. 3 Great God create my heart anew, And form my fpirit pure and true : O make me wife, betimes, to fpy, My danger and my remedy. 4 Behold I fall before thy face* My only refuge is thy grace: No outward forms can make me clean, The leprofy lies deep within. 5 No bleeding bird, nor bleeding beaft, Nor hyifopbranch, nor fprinkling prieft Nor running brook, nor flood, nor fea, Qan wafh the difmal ftain away. HYMN 2 4 cr FAMILY WORSHIP. HYMN CCLVIII. Short Metre. Dr. Watts, d* Chriji's prefmce defirablc. 1 "\/f Y GoD > m y Iife » m y love; LYJL To thee, to thee I call; I cannot live if thou remove, For thou art all in all. 2 (Thy fhining grace can cheer This dungeon where I dwell; 'Tis paradife when thou art here; If thou depart, 'tis hell.) 3 The fmilings of thy face, How amiable they are ! "tis heaven to reft in thine embrace, And no where elfe but there.) 4 (To thee, and thee alone, The angels owe their blifs; They fit around thy gracious throne And dwell where Jefus is.) 5 Nor earth, nor all the iky, Can one delight afford; No, not a drop of real joy, Without thy prefence, Lord. HY FAMILY WORSHIP. 241 HYMN CCLIX. Long Metre. The Coll. A. The belUfoer ChriJTs property: 1 A ND is it yet dear Lord, a doubt, x\. If inmy breaftthou reign'ft alone O find the lurking rival out, // And drag the traitor from the throne 2 *yf oul.d earth's delufrve trifling charms Affume a pow'r above thy name? Stab each ufurper in my arms, And vindicate thy rightful claim. 3 By purchafe, duty, ev'ry tie, Yea choice itfelf, Lord, I am thine^ Maintain thy right, or let me die, Ere from thy love my foul decline. , 4 If my unfteady heart wou'd rove, (Andwell thou know'ftitstreach'rous frame,) Jf ought below, or ought above, Wou'd (hare or quench the facred flame ; 5 Chace the curs'd object from my foul, Thence, thence the twining mifchief tear* Reign 2 4* WORSHIP. Reign thou the fovereign of the whol, Be Loud ofev'ry motion there. HYMN CCLX. Twice 5 &n. The Coll. J. Adoring Jefus. 1 C\ come let us join, V^/ Together combine, Topraifeourdear Saviour, our Mailer divine. 2 He worthy is bleft By fpirits at reft, Who once in this defert his Godhead con- fefs'd. 3 The prophets who told Hisfuff'rings of old, Sing now fweetthankfgivings.on pfah'ries of gold. 4 The fathers to whom He fliew'd he would come, Now in his pavilion take up their long home. 6 $ The fpirits of men, Who for him were flain, From Abel the righteous, (hare now in his reign. 6 The WORSHIP. *43 J The apoftles who ftood, Refilling to blood for Je sus.fr gofpel, rejoice in their God. r O church of the Lamb Here met, do the fame, Vith faints and with angels blefs JesusJt name. My foul bear a, part, For ranfom'd thou art \y jESUSjrblood-fhedding, his burial and fmart. ) To him that was (lain, The fcorn'd Nazarene, Je glory and honour; let all fay Amen. KYMN CCLXI. Twice 5 & 11. The Coll. J. Faith's claim. ALL ye that pafs by To Jesus draw nigh, To you is it nothing that Jesus fhou'ddie? Your ranfom and peace, Your furety he is, 2ome fee if there ever was forrow like his. \ For what you have done His blood Hiuft atone; The 244 WORSHIP. The father has punifrYd for you his dear Son ; He anfwer'd for all, O come at his call, And low at hiscrofs with aftonifhment fall. 3 For yon and for me He pray'd on the tree; The pray'r is accepted, the {inner fet free; That finner am I, Who on Jesus rely, * And come for the pardon God will not deny 4 My pardon I claim, For a finner I am, A finner believing in jESUsjrname. He purchas'd the grace Which now I embrace, O Father, thou know'ft he has dy'd in my place. 5 His death is my plea, My Advocate fee, And here the blood fpeak, that has anfwer'd for me; Acquitted I was, When I P. M5 on the crofs, And by iofing bis life he has carry'd my caufe. HYMN CCLXII. J. Blt/pngt eftbe GvfpeL i *~\ Jesus, our Lord, LjP Thy name be ador'd, For all the rich blefiings convey'd by thy word. a In fpirit we trace Thy wonders of grace, And cheerfully join in a concert of praifc. 3 The antient of days His glory difpl ays $ And {hines on his chofenwith quick'ning rays. 4 The trumpet of God Is founding aloud, The language of mercy— falvation thro' blood. 5 Thrice happy are they That hear and obey, And fharc in the blefiings of this gofpel day. The 246 WORSHIP. 6 The people who know The Saviour below, With burning affection tQ worfliip hit* glow. 7 This bleffing be mine, Thro' favour divine; But O, my Redeemer, the glory be tbinc* HYMU CCLXIII. Twice $ & 4, thrice 6 & 4f The Coll. J. At Opening ivorjbip. 1 /^* OME » thou Almighty King, \^4 Help us thy name to fmg„ Help us to praife ! Father all glorious, O'er all victorious, Come, and reign over 11$, Antient of Days, 2 Jesus, our Lord, arife. Scatter our enemies, And make them fall! Let thine Almighty aid Our fure defence be made, Our fouls on thee be ftay'd : Lord, hear our call! 3 Come WORSHIP. 247 Come, thou incarnate word, Gird on thy mighty iword, Our pray'r attend ! Come! and thy people blefs, And give thy word fuccefs \ Spirit of holinefs Onus defccnd! I Come, holy comforter, Thy facred witnefs bear In this glad hour! Thou who Almighty art, Nowjrule in ev'ry heart, And ne'er from us depart, Spirit of pow'r I 5 To the* great one in three, Eternal praifes be, Hence — -evermore! His fov'reign Majefty May we in glory fee, And to eternity, Love and adore. HYMN CCLXIV. twice 6, 8 & 4, D Oliver. J, The Covenant God. 1 fTHHE God of Abra'm praife, L Who reigns enthron'd above ; Ancient 248 WORSHIP. Ancient of everlafting days, And God of love ; Jehovah great I AM ! By earth and Heaven confefsi^, I bow and blefs the facred name, For ever blefs'd. 2 The God of Ab;a'm praife, At whofe fupreme command, From earth I rife, and feek the joys At his right hand. I'd all on earth forfake, Itswifdom, Fame and power; And him my only portion make, My fhield and tower. 3 The God of Abra'm praife, Whofe all fufficient grace Shall guide me ail my happy days, In all his ways : He calls a worm his friend ! He calls himfelf my God ! And he (hall fave me to the end, ' Thro' Jesus' blood. f He by himfelf hath fworn, I on his oath depend, I WORSHIP. 249 I (hall, on eagles wings up-born^ t To Heaven afcend. I fhall behold his face, I fhall his power adore ; And fing the wonders of his grace, For evermore? Part the Second. Tho' nature's ftrength decay, And earth and hell withftand; To Canaan's bounds I urge my way, At God's command : The wat'ry deep I pafs, With Jesus in my view, And thro' the howling wildernefs My way purfue. The goodly land I fee, With peace and plenty bleft , The land of facred liberty, And endlefs reft» There milk and honey flow, And oil and wine abound; The trees of life forever grow, With mercy crown'd. There dwells the Lord our King, The Lord our righteoufnefs ; Triumphant 250 WORSHIP. Triumphant o'er the world and fin, The Prince of peace. On Zion's facred height, His Kingdom frill maintains ; And glorious, with his faints in light, For ever reigns, * The ranfom'd nations bow, Before the Saviour's face, And at his feet their crowns they throw 3 O'erwhelm'd with grace: He fliews his prints of love, They kindle to a flame, And found thro' all the worlds above, " The flaughter'd Lamb." 9 The whole triumphant hofl: Give thanks to God on high : " Hail Father, Son, and Holy Ghoft !" They ever cry. Hail Abra'm's God and mine, I join the Heavenly lays : All might and majefty are thine, And endlefs praife. HYMN NEW-YEAR'S DAY. 251 HYMN CCLXV. Four 6, and twice 8. The Coll, J. For New Year's Day. 1 r 1 'i H E Lord of earth and iky, j The God of ages praife ! Who reigns enthron'd on high, Ancient of endlefs days ; Who lengtheas out our trial here, And fpares us yet another year. 2 Barren and wither'd trees, We cumber'd long the ground ; No fruit of holinefs On our dead fouls was found ; Yetdid he us in mercy fpare Another, and another year. 3 When juftice bar'd the fword, To cut the fig-tree down, The pity of our Lord Cry'd, " Let it ftill alone :" The Father mild inctin'd his ear, And fpard us yet another year. Jesus, thy fpeaking Blood From God obtam'd the grace, Who therefore hath beftuw'd. Oii us a longer fpace : 5 Thou *5* NE W-Y E A R'S D A Y. Thou didft in our behalf appear, And lo ! we ice another year. . 5 Then dig about our root, Break up our fallow ground, And let our gracious fruit To thy great praife abound. let us all thy praife declare, And fruit unto perfection bear. HVMN CCLXVI. Four 6, and twice 8. The Coll. J, The Barren Fig-Tree. . 1 r | 1 H E Cflurch a garden is, JL In which believers (land, Like ornamental trees, Planted by God's own hand, His Spirit waters all their roots, And every branch abounds with fruit- 2 But other trees there are In this inclofure grow, Which tho' they promife fair, Have only leaves to fhew ; No fruits of grace are on them found, They are but cumb'rers of the ground. 3 The under-gard'ner grieves, In vain his ftrength he fpends, For NEW Y EAR'S DAY. 253 For heaps of ufelefs leaves, Affords him fmall amends : He hears the Lord his will make known,, To cut the barren fig-tree down. How difficult his poft ! What pangs his bowels move ! To find his wifhes croft, His efforts ufelefs prove, His laft relief is earned pray'r, Lord fpare them yet another year. 5 Spare them and let me try What further means may do > I'll frefh manure apply, My digin'g I'll renew : Whoknows,butyet they fruit may yield, If not—'tis juft they muft be ftl'd. If under means of grace No fruit of grace appear, .It is a dreadful cafe, Tho' God may long forbear ; At length he'll ftrike fhethreaten'd blow And lay the barren fig-tree low. P HYMN ;t 54 kEJO'ICE. HYMNCCLXVII Four 6 and twice 8 The Coll. J\ Rejoice. Phill. iv iv. i \y EJCICE the Lord is King, JL%. Your God and King adore; Mortals give thanks, and fing, And triumph evermore : Lift up your hearts lift up your voice; R.ejoice, again I fay, rejoice. 2 Jefus the Saviour reigns, The God of truth and love ; When he had purg'd our itains, He took his feat above : Lift up your hearts, &c. 3 His kingdom cannot fail, He rules o'er earth and heav'n ; The keys of death and hell Are to our Jefus giv'n ; Lift up your hearts, &c % 4 He fits at God's right hand, Till all his foes fubmit And bow to his command, And fall beneath his feet : Lift up your hearts, &c. 5 He all his foes (hall quell, Shall all oi«r fins deftroy ; Andl *& The CEREMONIAL LAW. 255 And every bofom fwell With pure feraphic joy r Life up your hearts, &c. 6 Rejoice in glorious hope, Jefus the judge fhall come, And take his fcrvants up To their eternal home : Wefoon fhall hear th' arch angel's voice, The trump of God fhall found, rejoice, fcYMN CCLXVIIf . Four 6 and twice 8 Cawper. 7.. The Ceremonial Laiv. ISRAEL in ancient days, Not only had a view Of Sinai in a blaze, But learn'd the g of 'pel too : The types and figures were a gl'afs, In which they faw the Saviour's facev ; ThePafchalfacrifke, And blood befprinkled door ; Seen with enlighten'd eyes, And once apply'd with power, "Would teach the need of other blood* To reconcile an angry God. H2 3 The 256 CEREMONIAL LAW. 3 The Lamb, the dove fee forth, His perfect innocence, Whofe blood of matchlefs worth, Should be the foul's defence, For he who can for fin atone, Muft have no failing of his own. 4 The fcape goat on his head, The people's treiTpafs bore, And to the defert led, Was to be feen no more : In him our furety feemed to fay, " Behold I bear your fins away." 5 Dipt in his fellows blood, The living bird went free ; The type well underftood, ExprefFd the finner's plea ; JDefcribed a guilty foul enlarg'd, And by a Saviour's death difekarg'd. 6 Jefus I love to trace Throughout the facred page, The footfteps of thy grace, The fame in every age : O grant that I may faithful be, To clearer light, vouchfaf'd to me. CCLX1 GOD our SUPPORT. 25; CCLX1X. 4 of 6 & % of 8. (Pf. cxxi.) ■ A. God our Support . UPvvard I lift mine eyes ; From God is all my aid j The God that built the ikies. And earth and nature made : " God is the tower to which I fly, " His grace is nigh in ev'ry hour. My feet fhall never Aide,. And fall in fatal fnares, Since God my guard and guide, Defends me from my fears. " Thofe wakeful eyes that never fieep," " Shall Ifr'el keep when dangers rife. Haft thou not giv'n thy word, To fave my foul from death ? And I can truti my Lord, To keep my mortal breath i " I'll go and come nor fear to die, " Till from on high thou call me home- G CCLXX. (Pf. cxxxvi) Power and Grace. IVE thanks to God moll: high, The univerfal Lord ; The -2 5 8 POWER and GRACE. The fovereign King of Kings, And be his grace ador'd. Love me freely, feai my peace, And bid me fin no more. ^ For this only thing I pray, And this will I require, Take the love of fin away, Take evVy vain defire! Perfect me in holinefs, Thine image to my foul refiore^ Love me freely feal my peace, And bid me fin no more. H 8 HYMN r'S BACKSLIDER'S PRAYER. HYMW CCLXXIX. 7 & 6, 7 & 6, 7 & 8, 7 & 6, Rippon's CoU. J. The backfiiders prayer. E S U S, let thy pitying eye Call back a wand'ring flieep ; Faife to thee, like Peter, I Would fain like Peter weep ; Let me be by grace reftor'd, On me be all its freenefs fhewn ; Turn and look upon me, Lord, And break my heart of ftone. Saviour prince, enthron'd above, Repentance to impart, Give me thro* thy dying love, The humble contrite heart ; Give, what I have long implored, A portion of thy love unknown ; Turn and look upon me Lord, And break my heart of ftone. See me, Saviour, from above, Nor fuffer me to die ; Life, and happinefs, and love, Drpp from thy gracious eye: Speak the reconciling word And let thy mercy melt me down ; Turn BACKSLIDER'S PRAYER. 26c, Turn and look upon me, Lord, And break my heart of ftone. Look as when thy pitying eye, ' Was clos'd that we might live ; Father (at the point to die, My Saviour gafp'd) " Forgive!" Surely with that dying word, He turns, and looks, and cries, " 'tis done!" ! my loving, bleeding Lord, This breaks my heart of ftone. HYMN CCLXXX. The fame. J. "f T EAR me, O R-tdeemer, hear, ~j. My humble fuit receive; While I all my wants declare, And how unhel-p'd I grieve; Jesus matter I have {io.n'd, foul hath greatly gone afcray, Dear Redeemer be my friend, A n d bring me on my w ay . 1 am hungry all my cry, Is for the living bread ; Neither have I ought to buy, Nor any tbi g to plead : H 9 Kelplefs 2 7 o TRUE EX PER I EN C E. Helplefs begging at the door, I afk the fcod that came from heav'n, See me needy, loft, and poor, And let relief be giv'n. 3 Hidden manna, Lord, reveal, For this behold I pant ; Let thine ears confider well The voice of my complaint ; L-t the tree of life relieve A weary traveller near to die ; Iv.ay it pleafe thee, Lord, to give, To one who cannot buy. 4 Empty fend me not away, For I am come from far; D.) not, deareft Lord, delay, And leave me to difpair ; Give nie of thy flefti to eat, O! let me of thy nature fhare ; At thy banquet take my feat, And feaft for ever there. HYMN CCI.XXXI. 7 &6. The Coll. J. [True rxfer'.ertce. \ T\ /T Y I j0R d , how great's the favour X ▼ jL That I a {Inner poor, Can TRUE EXPERIENCE. 271 Can thro' thy blood's fweet favour Approach thy mercy's door, And find an open paffage Unto the throne of grace ; There wait the welcome meflage, That bids me; go in peace ? Lord, I'm an helplefs creature, Full of the deepeft need, Throughout defil'd by nature, Stupid, and inly dead : My ftrength is perfect weaknefs, And all I have is fin •, My heart is all uncleannefs, A den of thieves within. I In this forlorn condition Who Sail afford me aid ? Where (hall I find companion, But in the church's head? Jesus, thou art all pity, O take me to thine arms, And exercife thy mercy, ' To fave me from all harms. I I'll never ceafe repeating My numberlefs complaints ', 272 The PILGRIM'S SONG. But ever be intreating The glorious King of faints, Till I attain the image Of him I only love; And pay my grateful homage With all the faints above. 5 Then I, with all in glory, Will thankfully relate Th' amazing, pleating ftory Of Jesus' love fo great; In this bled contemplation I ever fliall be well; And prove fuch confolation, As none below can tell. HYMN CCLXXXI1. 7 & 6, 7 & 6, three 7 & 6, The Coll. J. The Pilgrim s &w«r. RI S E, my foul, and ftretch thy wings Thy better portion trace ; Rife from tranfitory things, Tow'rds heaven, thy native place: Sun, and moon, and ftars decay, Time (hall foon this earth remove; Rife, A PRAYER. 273 Rife, my foul, and haft away To feats prepar'd above. Rivers to the ocean run, Nor ftay in all their courfe; Fire afcending feeks the fun, Bothfpeed them to their fource: So a foul that's born of God Pants to view his glorious face, Upward tends to his abode, To reft in his embrace. Ceafe, ye pilgrims, ceafe to mourn, Prefs onward to the prize; Soon our Saviour will return, Triumphant in the Ikies: Yet a feafon, and you know Happy entrance will be giv'n, All our forrows left bdow, And earth exchang'd for heav'n. HYMN CCLXXXIII. Sevens. The Coll. J. A prayer. 1 J O R D, we come before thee now, L, At thy feet we humbly bow, O! do not our fuit difdain, .Shall we feek thee, Lord, in vain?. 2 Lord 274 The VOICE of CHRIST. 2 Lord, on thee our fouls depend, In companion now defcend : Fill our hearts with thy rich grace, Tune our lips to fing thy praife. 3 In thine own appointed way, Now we feek thee, here we flay ; Lor d, we know not how to go, Till a bleffing thou beftow. 4 Send fome meffage from thy word, That may joy and peace afford ; Let thy Spirit now impart Full falvation to each heart. $ Comfort thofe who weep and mourn, Let the time of joy return ; Thofe that are caft down, lift up; Make them ftrong in faith and hope! 5 Grant that all may feek, and find Thee a gracious God and kind; Heal the fick, the captive free: Let us all rejoice in thee ! HYMN CCLXXXIV. Sevens. The Coll. J. The voice of Chrijl. HARK! my foul, it is the Lord, 'Tis thy Saviour, hear his word ; Jesus The VOICE of CHRIST. 275 Jesus fpeaks, and fpeaks to thee, Say, poor firmer, lov'ft thou me. 2 I deliver'd thee, when boiind, And when wounded, heai'd thy wound, Sought thee wand 'ring, fet thee right* Turn'd thy darkneis into light. 3 Can a woman's tender care Ceafe towards the child fhe bare? Yes, fhe may forgetful be, Yet will I remember thee. 4 Mine is an unchanging love, Higher than the hights above, Deeper than the depths beneath, Free and faithful, ftrong as death., 5 Thou fhall fee my glory foon, When the work of grace is done, Partner of my throne (halt be, Say, poor (inner, lov'ft thou me ? 6 Lord, it is my chief complaint, That my love is weak and faint ; Yet I love thee, and adore, O for grace to, love thee more! HYMM 276 DOUBTING. HYMN CCLXXXV. Sevens. Newton. A. Douhtinv. 1 ' r I ^ IS a point I long to know, J_ Oft it caufes anxious thought; Do I love the Lord, or no? Am I his, or am I not? 2 If I love, why am I thus ? Why this dull and lifelefs frame? Hardly, fure, can they be worfe * Who have never heard his name. Could my heart fo hard remain, Prayer a talk and burden prove, Every trifle give me pain, If I knew a Saviour's love! 4 When I turn my eyes within, All is dark, and vain, and wild; Fill'd with unbelief and fin, Can I deem myfelf a child? 5 If I pray, or hear, or read, Sin is mix'd with all I do; You that love the Lord indeed, Tell me, is it thus with you ? 6 Yet I mourn my ftubborn will, Findroyfin a^grief aad ;hrall; ShouM BIRTH or CH RIST. 177 Should I grieve for what I feel, If I did not love at all? 7 Could I joy his faints to meet, Choofe the ways I once abhor'd ; Find, at times, the promife fweet, If I did not love the Lord ? S Lord, decide the doubtful cafe? Thou, who art rhy people's funj Shine upon thy work of grace, If it be indeed begun. Let me love thee more and more, If I love at all, I pray; If I have not lov'd before, Kelp me to begin To-day. ptYMN CCLXXXVI. Sevens. The Coll. A. Birth of Chrijl. 1 "^~1£ 7"Hat good news the angels bring W What glad tidings of our King Christ our Lord is born to-day, Christ who takes our fins away. Him, who rules in heav'n and earth, Hath in Bethlelrm his birth : Him (hall all the people fee, And rejoice eternally, 2 Li(< 278 BIRTH of CHRIST. 2 Lift your hearts and voices high, With Hofannas fill the iky ; " Glory be to God above/' God is infinite in love : " Peace on earth, good will to men !"' Now with us our God is ken : Angels join with us in praife ! Help to fing redeeming grace, 3 Now the wall is broken down, Now the Gofpel is made known ; Now the door is open wide, Christ for Jew and Gentile dy'cL All who feel the weight of fin, All who languifh to be cleao ; All who for redemption groan., May be fav'd by faith alone. 4 Jesus is the lovely name; This the angel doth proclaim ; He fhall all his people iave, They in him remiffion have: When they fee themfelves undone, They take refuge in the Sonj They fhall all be born again, And with him in glory reign. 3 Shout HEAVENLY JOURNEY. 279 5 Shout yc nations of the earth, Sing the triumphs of his birth ; All the world by him is bleft, Sound his praife from Eaft to Weft: Jews and Gentiles jointly ung, Christ our common Lord and King, Christ our life, our joy, our fong, To eternity prolong! HYMN CCLXXXVII. Seven*. Ccnniek. A. Heavenly Journey. CHILDREN of the heavenly King, As ye journey fweetly fing; Sing your Saviour's worthy praife, Glorious in his works and ways. Ye are travelling home to God, In the way the Fathers trod; They are happy now, and ye Soon their happinefs fhall fee. O, ye banifh'd feed, be glad! Christ our advocate is made; Us to fave our flefli arTumes, Brother to our fouls becomes. Shout, ye little flock, and bleft, You on Jesus' throne fhalireft; There ©8* CHRIST our LIFE. There your feat is now prepar'd, There your kingdom and reward. £ Fear not, Brethren, joyful ftand, On the borders of your land; Jesus Christ your Father's Son Bids you undifmay'd go on. HYMN CCLXXXVNI. Sevens. Rippon's Coll. A. Chriji our Life. 1 C* RACIOUSLordinclin e thine ear, VX My requefts vouchfafe to hear; Hear my never ceafing cry, Give me Christ, or elfe I die. 2 Lord, deny me what thou wilt, Only eafe me of JS^uilt; Suppliant at thy feet I lie, Give me Christ, or elfe I die. 3 All unholy and unclean, I am nothing elfe but fin; On thy mercy I rely, Give me Christ, or elfe I die. 4 Thou doft freely fave the loft, In thy grace alone I truft; "With my earneft fuit comply, Give me Christ, or elfe I die. 5 Thou REDEEMING LOVE. *8j 5 Thou doft promife to forgive, All who in thy Son believe-, Lord, I know thou canft not lie, Give me Christ, or elfe I die. HYMN CCLXXXIX. Sevens. The Cpll. % Redeeming Love. _[_%| Sing aloud in Jesus' name; Ye, who Jesus' kindnefs prove, Triumph in redeeming love. 2 Ye, who fee the Father's grace, Beaming in the Saviour's face; As to Canaan on ye move, Praife and blcfs redeeming love. 3 Mourning fouls dry up your tears % Banifti all your guilty fears; Sp^your guilt and curfe remove, Canceli'd by redeeming love. 4 Ye, alas! who long have been, 4 Willing flaves to death and fin; Now from blifs no longer rove, Stop and tafte redeeming love. 5 Welcome all by fin opprefs'd, Welcome all to Jesus Christ; Nothing 282 ADORING CHRIST. Nothing brought him from above, Nothing but redeeming love. 6 He fubdued the infernal powers, His tremendous foes and ours, From their curfed empire drove, Mighty in redeeming love. 7 Hither then your raufic bring, Strike aloud each joyful firing; Mortals join the hofts above Join to praife redeeming love. HYMN CCXC. Sevens. The Coll. J. Adoring Cbrifi. i T) R E T H R E N, let us join to blefs U Jesus Christ our joy and peacej Let our praife to him be giv'n, High at God's right hand in Heav'n. 2 Matter, fee ! to thee we bow, Thou art Lord, and only thou; Thou the blefTed virgin's feed, Glory of thy Church, and Head. 3 Thee the angels ceafelefs fing, Thee we praife our Prieft and King ; Worthy is thy name of praife, Full of glory, full of grace. 4 Thou Fcr New YEAR'S DAY. 283 Thou haft the glad tidings brought, Of falvation by thee wrought-, Wrought for all thy church! and we "Worfhip in their company. We thy little flock adore, Thee the Lord for ever more! Ever with us mew thy love, Till we join with thofe above. HYMN CCXCI. Sevens. The Coll. J For } tetv-y ear's, Day. While with ceafelefscourfe the fun Hafted thro' the former year, Many fouls their race have run, Never more to meet us here: Fix'd in an eternal ftate, They have done with all below; *VVe a little longer wait, But how little, none can know 2 As the winged arrow flies Speedily the mark to find, As the light'ning from the Ikies Darts, and leaves no trace behind; Swiftly thus our fleeting days Bear us down life's rapid ftream ; Upwards^ -84 PRAIS1XGGO ft Upwards, Lord, our fpfrits r aifc 3 AH below is but a dream. 3 Thanks for mercies part receive; Pardon of our fins renew ; Teach us henceforth how to live With eternity in view. Blcfs the word to young and old, Fill us with a Saviour's lore ; And when life's fbort tale is told, May we dwell with thee above. HYMN CCXCII. Sevens, with Hall. The Coll. J, Pra^ry GcJ. C> LCRYbe toGo0onhigh;HalleInjah T God, whefe glory fills the fkyj Peace on earth to man forgiv'n, Man, the well-belov'd of heav'n. 2 Sov'reign Father, heav'nly King, Hall. Thee we now prefumc tofing; Glad thine attributes confefs, Glorious all, and number] 3 Hail, by ail thy works ador'd, Hail the everiafting Lord ; Thee, with thankful hearts we prove, Lord of pow'r, and God of love! KY; MORNING and EVENING 285 HYMN CCXCIII. 8 twice fix. The Coll. J. Morning. 1 f) ISE my foul adore thy maker j f\ Angels praife join thy lays, With them be partaker. 2 Sov'reignLoRD of ev'ry fpirit, In thy light Lead me right,, Thro* my Saviour's merit, o Thou this night waft my protector, With me flay all this day, Ever my director, 4 Leave me not, but. ever love me; Let thy peace be my blifs, Till thou hence remove me. 5 Xloly, holy, holy giver, Of all good, life and food, Reign ador'd for ever. 6 Glory, honour, thanks, and Dieting, • One in three, give we thee, Never, never ceafiog. SSYMN CCXC1V. 8 & % 6. The Coll. J. Evening. 1 y? RE l flee p for ev>r y favour > Jjpj, This day fnew'd and beftow'd, I will 286 Finished Redempt ion'. I will blcfs my Saviour. 2 Omy Lord! what mall I render To thy name, ftifa the fame, Gracious, good and tender. 3 Leave me not, but ever love me - y Let thy peace be my blifs, Till thou, hence remove me. 4 Vifit me with thy falvation ; Let thy care now be near, Round my habitation. 5 Thou my rock, my guard, my tow'r, Safely keep, while I fleep, Me, with all thy pow'r. 6 And, whene'er in death I flumber, Let me rife with the wife,. Counted in their number. HYMN GCXCV. z of 8, and i of 6 & doits. Minified Reckmpta*. The Coll. A. 1 T I S finifli cd the Redeemer faid, i And meekly bow'd hisdying head, Whiift we this fentence fain, Ccme finners, and obferve the word, Behold the conqueftof the Lord Complete for helplefs man. . 2 FiiiimY: Spiritual Barrenness 287 2 Finifh'd the righteoufnefs of grace, Finifh'd for fuiners pard'ning peace; Their mighty debt is paid: Accufing law cancell'd by blood, And wrath of an offended Go» In fweet oblivion laid. 3 Who now fhall urge a fecond claim? The law no longer can condemn; Faith a releafe can fhew; Jliftice itfelf a friend appears, The prifon houfe a whifper hears, " Loofe him and let him go." 4 O unbelief! injurious bar ! Source of tormenting, fruitlefs fear Why doft thou yet reply? Where'er thy loud objections fall, " 'Tis finim'd," ftill may anfwer all And filence ev'ry cry. HYMN CCXCVL Twice 8 & 6. The Coll. J. Spiritual Barrcnnefs. I T\ /i" oft ri § nteous ^od my doom I bear i. v JL My load of guilt -my pain and care Inflam'd to bafe defires*, Hard toiling for embitter'd bread, 1 mourn 28S For SERIOUS K ESS. I mourn my barren foul o'erfpread, With curfed thorns and briars. 2 Death !s fentence in myfelf receive, And duft to du£ already cleave, Exil'd from paradife; Haft'ning to belli Ih mifery, Jesus, if unredeem'd by thee, My foul forever dies, 3 But Jesus hath my fentence born, He did in my affliction mourn; A man of for row made; A ferVaot and a curfe for me, He bore the utmoll penalty, He fuffer'd in my Acad. 4 I fee him fweat great drops of blood, I fee him faint beneath my load, The thorns his temples tear; He bows his bleeding head and dies ! He lives! he mounts above the fkies! He claims my Eden there! HYMN CCXCV1I. Twice 8 & 6. The Coll. J. For Serioufnefs. 1 TH ** ^ ^ ^ OD °^ 8 lor ' olls majefty ! JL To thee, againft myfelf, to thee, FOR SERIOUSNESS. E 8c A worm of eartli I cry: An half-awaken'd child of man, An heir of endlefs blifs or pain, A finner born to die. Lo! on a narrow neck of land, 'Twixt two unbounded feas I ftand, Secure, infenfible! A point of time, a moment's fpace, Removes me to the heav'nly place, Or fhuts me up in hell. O God, mine inmoft foul convert I And deeply on my thoughtful heart Eternal things imprefs; Give me to feel their folemn weighty And tremble on the brink of fate, And 'wake to rightcoufnefs. Before me place in dread array, The pomp of that tremendous clay, When thou with clouds malt come. To fudge the nations at thy bar, And tell me, Lord, mall I£e there, To meet a joyful doom ! / Be this my great one bufinefs here./ With feriousindu dry and fear, / 2 9 P The SINNER CONVERTED-. My future blifs t'infure; Thine utraoft counfel to fulfill, And fufFer all thy righteous will, And to the end endure. 6 Then, Saviour, then my foul receive, Traniported from this vale to live, And reign with thee above; "Where faith is fweetly loft in fight, And hope in full fupreme delight, And everlafting love. HYMN CCXCVII. twice 8 & 6. The Coll. J. The (inner converted. WHEN with my mind divinely prefe Dear Saviour, myrevolvingbreaft Wou'd paft offences trace ; Trembling I make the black review, Yet pleas'd behold admiring too, The pow'r of changing grace. 2 This tongue with blafphemies defied, Thefe feet, to erring paths beguil'd, In heav'nly league agree ; "Who cou'd believe fuch lipscou'd praife Or think my dark and winding ways SI\ould ever lead to thee ? . -x Thefe CONVERSE with CHRIST. 219 g Thefe eyes that once abus'd their fight. Now lift to thee their wat'ry light, And weep a fiient flood ; Thefe hands afcend in ceafelefs pray'rj O walh away the ftains they wear, In pure redeeming blood j 4 Thefe ears, that pleas'd cou'd entertain The midnight oath, the luftful ftrain,. When round the feftal board ; Now deaf to all th* inchanting noife, Avoid the throng, deteft the joys, And prefs to hear thy word. j Thus art thou ferv'd in ev'ry part ; And now thoudoft transform my heart., That droify thing refine : No w grace doth nature's ftrengthcontroul And a new creature— body— foul, Are, Lord, for ever thine I HY.MN CCXCVIII. p. M. twice 8&6&L three 8 8c6. Lyric Poems. 4. Converfc tuitb Chrijl. I'Mtir'd with vifits, modes and forms. And flatteries paid to fellow worms Their converfation cloys: I 2 Their 292 CONVERSE with CHRIST Their vain amours, and empty ftuff: But I can ne'er enjoy enough Of thy bleft company, my Lord, thou life of all my joys- 2 When he begins to tell his love, Through every vein my paffions move, The captives of his tongue; In midnight fhades, on frofty ground, I could attend the pleafing found, Nor mould I feel December cold, nor think the darknefs long* 3 There while I hear my Saviour God Count o'er the fins (a heavy load) He bore upon the tree, Inward I blufli with fecret fhame, And weep, and love, andblefs the name That knew not guilt nor erief his own, but bare it all for me. 4 Next he defcribes the thorns he wore, And talks his bloody paffion o'er, Till I am drown'd in tears: Yet with the fympathetic fmart There's a ftrangejoy beats round my heart The curfed tree has bleffings in't, my I fwccteft balm it bears* \ 5 * CONVERSE with CHRIST. * 9S 5 I hear the glorious fufferer tell, How on his crofs he vanquifh'd hell, And all thepow'rs beneath : Transported and inipir'd, my tongue Attempts his triumphs in a fong : How has the ferpent loft his fting, and where's thy victory, death ? 6 But when he fhews his hands and heart With thofe dear prints of dying fmart He fets my foul on fire : Not the beloved John could reft With more delight upon that breaft, Nor Thomas pry into thofe wounds with more intenfe defire. 7 Kindly he opens me his ear, And bids me pour my forrows there, And tell him all my pains: Thus while I eafe &y burden'd heart, In ev'ry woe he bears a part, His arms embrace me, and his hand my drooping head fuftains. 8 Fly from my thoughts, all human things And fportingfwains, and fighting kings, And tales of wanton love: I 3 My 2 9 4 ISAIAH. IX, II. My foul difdains that little fnarc The tangles of Amira's hair ; Thine anus, my God, are fweeter bands, nor can my heart remove. HYMN CCXCIX. 8 & 7. The CoU. J. Jfaiab ix, i. LIGHT of thofe whofe dreary dwelling Borders on the (hades beneath, Come and by thy love's revealing, Diffipate the clouds beneath : The* new heav'n and earth's Creator, In ourdeepelt darknefs cife ! Scatt'ring all the night of nature, Pouring eye-light on our eyes ! 2 Still we wait for thine appearing, Life and joy thy beams impart; * Chafing all our fears, and chearing • Ev'ry poor blighted heart: Come, and manitefl the favour God has for our ranfom'd race; Come, thou All fufficient Saviour, Come and bring thy gofpel-g.acc. 3 Save us in thy great companion. O thou mild pacific Prince' Give to J E S U S C H R I S T 395 Give the knowledge of falvation, Give the pardon of our fins ! By thine all-reftoring merit, Ev'ry burden'd foul releafe; EvVy weary, wand'ring fpirit, Guide into thy perfect peace. HYMN CCC. twice 8 & 7. The poll. J. To Jefus Cbrif. x TJAIL, thou once defpifed Jesus! f~j[ Hail, thou Galileau Kiag ! ' Who didft fuffer to releafe us, Who didft free falvation bring ! Haii, thou agonizing Saviour, Who haft born#our fin and fhame^ By whofe merits we find favour, Life is given thro* thy name ! 2 Pafchal Lamb by God appointed, All our (ins were on thee laid! By Almighty love anointed, Thou haft full atonement made; Ev'ry fin maybe forgiv'n, Thro' the virtue of thy blood; Open'd is the gate of Heav'n Peace is made 'twixt man and God. I 4 3 J^ su ~i z 9 6 CHRIST the BELIEVER'S ALL. 3 Jesus,, hail! enthron'd in glory, There forever to abide! All the heav'nly hofts adore thee, Seated at thy Father's fide: There for fi nners thou art pleading, Spare them yet another year - Thou for faints art interceeding, Till in glory they appear. 4 Worfhip, honour, pow'r and blelTing, Christ is worthy to receive— Loudeft praifes without ceaflng, Meet it is for us to give ! Help, ye bright angelic fpirifs, Bring your ftveeteft, nobleft lays, Help to fing our Saviour's merits, Help to chaunt Immanuel's praife* HYMN CCCI Eight and Seven The Coll. J t Cbrift the believer* s All. I ' amb of God we fall before thee A-i Humbly trufling in thy crofs; That alone be all our glory, * All things elfe are dung and drofsj Thee we own a per feci Saviour, Only fource of all that's good : 'ry CHRIST the BELIEVER'S ALL. 297 Ev'ry grace and ev'ry favour Come to us thro* Jefus* blood. 2 Jefus gives us true repentance, By his Spirit fent from Heav'n ; Jefus whifpers this fvveet fentence, " Son thy fins are all forgiv'n j" Faith he gives us to believe it, Grateful hearts his love to prize 5 Want we wifdom he mult give it; Hearing ears and feeing eyes-* 3 Jsfus- gives us pure affections, Wills to do what he requires ; , Makes us follow his directions, And, what he commands, infpires ? All our pray'rs and all our praifes, Rightly cfFer'd in &is name ; He that dictates them is Jefus j He that anfwers is the fame. 4 When we live on Jefus' merit, Then we worfhip God aright : 1 Father, Son and Holy Spirit, Then we favingly unite, Thjs the whole conclufion of It, J $ feresrt s 9 3 BURIED with CHRIST iW baptism. Great or good whate'er we call ; God, orfeng or Prieft, or Prophet, Jefus Chrift is, all in all. HYMN CCCII Eight and Seven Rippon's Coll. 7. Burled loiih Cbr'ijl in Bapi'fm. Rom. vi, 4. 1 JTFSUS, mighty King in Sion ! 3 Thou alone our guide (halt be ; Thy commiffion we rely on,. We would follow none but thee. 2 As an emblem of thy paffion, And phy vicYry o'er the grave, We, who know thy great falvation, Arc bapriz'd beneath the wave. , 3 Fearlefs of the world's defpifing, We the ancient path purfue, Buried with our Lord, and rifing To a life divinely new. HYMN CCCHI Eight and Seven The Coll. J. An happy moment. * C^ AvIoT3r * Ido feel th r merit, i L^ Sprinkled with redeeming blood, And my weary troubled fpirit, Now finds reft in thee, my God: I am fafe, and I am happy, While HAPPY MOMENT. 2g9 While in thy dear arms I lie ! Sin and fatan cannot hurt me, While the Saviour is fo nigh. 2 Now HI fing of Jefus' merit, Tell the world of his dear name, That if any want his Spirit, He is ftill the very fame : He that afketh foon receiveth, He that feeks is fure'to find ; Come, for whofoe'er believeth, He will never caft behind. J Now our advocate is pleading, With his Father and our God ; Now for us he's interceeding, As the purchafe of his blocd : Now me thinks I hear him pleading, " Father fave them I have dy'dj" And the Father, anfwers, faying, " They are freely juftify'd." HYMN CCCIV Eight and Seven. Robifon. J. I Sam. vii, 12. 1 ^^ 0rne tJl0u ^ ont °f ev ' r y bleffing ! \^A Tune my heart to fing thy grace! Streams of mercy never-ceafing, I 6 Call joo INVITATION. Call for fongs of loudeft praife : Teach me fome melodio»s fonhet, Sung by flaming tongues above ;' Praife the mount — I'm fixt upon it, Mount of God's unchanging love. 2 Here I raife my Eben-Ezer, 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 from the fold of God; He to refcueme from danger, Iuterpofd with precious blood. 3 O ! to grace how great a debtor Daily I'm conftrain'd to be ! Let. that grace. Lord like a fetter. Bind my wand'ring heart' to thcel Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it ; Prone to leave the God I love-— Here's my heart, Lor J, take and feal it| Seal it from thy courts above ! HYMN CCCV Eight and Sevefl The Coll. J I ^~>fOME, defcend, O heav'n!y Spirit, \^ Fan, each (park into a flame-, feleflxag O HEAVENLY SPIRIT. 301 Bleffings let us now inherit, Bleffint's that we cannot name : Whilft Hofannas we are finging, May our hearcs in rapture move, Feel new grace in them (till fpringine, Breathe the air of pureft iove. 2 Let us fail in grace's ocean, Float on that unbounded fea, Guided into pure devotion, Kept from paths of error free ° On thy heav'iiiy manna feeding, Skreen'd from ev'ry envious foe 5 Love, O iove for finners bleeding, All for thee we would forego. <-" 3 Keep us, Lord, ftill in communion, D&ily nearer drawn to thee ; Sin|ffog in the fweete ft union Of that heart-feit myftery : Keep us fafe from each deliulon, Well protected from all harm % Free from fin and all confuiion, Circle us within thine arms. HYMN 9C2 DEATH and GLOR Y. HYMN CCCVI. Eight and Seven. The Coll. J. Death and Glory. I TN a world of fin and forrow, X Cora pafs'd round with many a care From eternity We borrow Hope, that can exclude defpair : Thee triumphant God and Saviour ! In the glafs of faith we fee ; O aflift each faint endeavour ! Raife our earth-born fouls to thee. 2 Place that awful fcene before us, Of the laft tremendous day ; When to life thou fhalt reftore us, Ling'ring ages, hafte away !" Then this vile and fmful nature In corruption mail put on ; Life renewing, glorious Saviour ! Let thy gracious will be done. HYMN CCCVII. 8 & 7 The Coll. J. The Refurreaion of Chrifl. PLE AST) we rsad in facred ftory, How our Lord refum'd his breath ; Where, O grave's, thy conquering glory ' Where's thy fting, thou fantom death ? Soon thy jaws, reftrain'd from chewing, Muft RESURRECTION of CHRIST. o Qf> Muft difgorge their ranfom'd prey : Man firft gave thee pow'r to ruin, Man too takes that pow'r away. 2 I am Alpha, fays the Saviour ; I Omega likewife am^ I was dead and live forever, God Almighty and th' Lamb, In the Lord is our perfection, And in him ourboaft we'll nuke$ "We fhall fhare his refurrecYion, If we of his death partake. 3 Ye that die without repentance, Ye muft rife when Chrift appears ? Rife to hear your dreadful fentence, While the faints rejoice in theirs : You to dwell with fiends infernal, Tkey with Jefus Chrift to reign; They go into life eternal, You to everlafting pain* £ Bold rebellion, bafe backfiiding, Stop your courfe, reflecT: with dread; In deftruction there's no hiding ; Death and hell give up their dead, Ev'ry fea, and lake, and river I 8 Shall 3©4 JUDGMEN T. Shall reftore their dead to view : Shout for gladnefs, O believer Chriit is ris'n, and fo fhali you. HYMN CCCVIII. 8 & 7, twice 7. 'judgment. I ff^jRefs'd my foul with future profpecly r Sing creation's difmal end ; Long foretold by facred Prophets, Holy Mufe thy fuccours lend. Say what horror what confuflod, Will each finful heart difmay ; What diftrefTes, tortures, aiiguifhy Reign in that tremendous fej/,7^*/>^ 2 Rumbling Thunders forky^ftjLiugs, Ghaftly glaring thwart the gloom ; Nature fhaking to her center, Groans prophetic of her doom. Cliffy rocks and lofty 'mountains, O'er the trembling bafis rock ; Whi*e Earth yawns in dreaful chafme, With each ftrong repeated mock. 3 Seas with horrid palpitation, I -vv.ge round' their frighted mores, Bluftcring wind with frantic fury, Through each ruin'd fabric roars, The Sun's bright orb is veil'd infackcloth StrippM JUDGMENT. 305 Stripp'd of all his fparkling beams ; The moon hasdropp'dherfilver radiance And diffblves in purple ftreams. , Star? of light divinely brilliant. Studding night, Cimmerian robe ; Hurb'd in darknefs from their orbits, Each a darken'd ruin'd globe. Hark ! the martial trumpet founding Rends in twain the cryftal iky ; Vengeance blazing lights the concave Of profound eternity. See the fovereign ^Ether furling ; Nobler fcenes falutes mine eyes ; Heav'n in folemn pomp descending, Crimfon banners drefs the fkics. On the arched frriped rainbow, Sits enthron'd the eternal God, Myriads of Celeftial Warriors. Round him'wait his .awful nod. Go, he gwews, ye winged herald, Bring my faints from ev'ry wind, [fom'd Thofe my blood from death has ran- Thofe in life's fair volume penn'd, Strait a holy troop obfequious, Swift as lightning fkim'd along, I o And 3ob JUDGME NT. And from ev'ry grave collecting, Jefus* dear redeemed Throng. 7 Death no more with livid afpect, Spurs his fallow fteed to flay ; Now the ravenous foe difgorges, Ail his long impriibn'd prey, Rous'd from Tombs each wicked rifes 5 By the trumpet's thrilling found, Round they ftare with wild amazement, "Wond'ring at the fcene profound, 8 Fill'd with horror dread and anguifli, Rocks and mountains they implore, To fall and crufh them out of being ; y "Wifhing now to be no more. Hark the Herald calls to judgment, Juftice draws her glittering fword, Lightning glances from his afpecl: 5 Thunder clothes his awful word. a. Go ye cut fed fill'd with vengeance., Nor for peace my name invoke •, Ye who once defpifd my mercy, And my fury dare provoke : Go to pits of burning fulphur, EV34» JUDGMENT. 307 Ever banifh'd from my reft, "Where the fouls eternal larum r Ceafelefs beats your pulfive breafr. HYMN CCCIX. 8 and 7, Newport Coll. A* 'Judgment, I " O, th' Almighty King of Glory r JL_J Sends his awful fummons forth ! Calls the nations a!l before him ! From the eaft, fouth, weft and north! His loud trumpet, his loud trumpet, lib loud trumpet, Rends the tombs the dead awake t 2 Now behold the dead ariftng ; Great and fmill before him ftand $ Not one foul forgot, or miffing, None his orders countermand; Ali ftand waiting, all ftand waiting aii ftand waiting, For their laft dcciftve doom. $ Now the Saviour ; once defpifed, Comes to judge the quick and dead: See his foes each one with honor, Lifting up his guilty head. How they tremble j how they tremble, how 3o8 JUDGMENT, how they tremble ! At the Lamb's tremendous bar ! 4 Now they fee him on the rainbow, With his counblefs guards around ; Saints and Angels his retinue, With their harps of fvveeteft found. Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah; Echoes fweet from all the choir. 5 Now his chofen gladly meet him, All feraphic all divine ! J Lo, they join the glorious army, Whofe bright robes the fun outfliinel All triumphant ! all triumphant ! all triumphant, See the grand Redeemed throng. 6 Then behold the dreadful fentence, On the foes of Chrift is paft : Down to hell without repentance, All the guilty croud is caft, While the ranfom'd, while the ran- fom'd, while the ranfom'd, All applaud the righteous doom, 7 Now attend the noble army, Waih'd in their Redeemer's blood ; Swift JUDGMENT. 309 Swift and joyful is their journey, To the palace of their God ! All vi&orious ! all victorious ! all vic- torious, Hallelujah to the lamb f Epiphonema, O ye finnerS now give glory, To the great eternal Three ! "While fuch danger lies before you, Can you unconcerned be ? Judgment haftens ! Judgment haflens! Judgment haftens : Mercy, mercy now implore ! KYMN C'CCX. The Coll.- A. "Judgment. i ' O he comes in clouds defcending 3 jt 1 Once for helplefs finuers flain ! Thoufand, thoufand iaints attending, Swell the triumph of his train. Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, All the Angels cry amen. 2 Ev'ry eye fhall now behold him, Rob'd in dreadful majefty, Thofewho fet at nought and fold him, Pierc'ct 3io JUDGMENT. Pierc'd and nail'd him to the tree Deeply wailing, &c. Shall the true Meffiah fee. 3 Ev'ry ifland, fea, and mountain, Heav'n and earth, fhall flee away ; All who hate him, muft confounded, Hear the trump proclaim the day j Cdme to judgment, &c Come to judgment come away. 4 Now redemption long expected, - See, in folemn pomp appear ! All his faints by man rejected, Now fhall meet him in the air ! Hallelujah, &c. See the day of God appear. 5 Anfwcr thine own bride and Spirit, Haften Lord the gen'ral doom, The new heav'n and earth t'inherit, Take thy pining exiles home, All creation, &c, , Travails! groans! and bids thee come. 6 Yea, amen let all adore thee, High on thy eternal throne ! Saviour, JUDGMENT. 31 1 Saviour, take the pow'r and glory ; Claim the kingdom for thine own, O come quickly, &c. Hallelujah! come Lord come. HYMN CCCXI. The Coll. jr. Judgment. LO ! he cometh, countlefs trumpets, Blow before the bloody fign ; 'Midft ten thoufand faints and angels, Seethe crucified fhine. Hallelujah ! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Welcome welcome bleeding lamb ! Now his merit by the harpers, Thro' th' eternal deep refounds; Now refplendent fhine his nail-prints, Ev'ry eye fhall fee his wounds, They who pierc'd him, &c. &c. Shall at his appearance wail, Ev'ry ifland, fea, and mountain, Heav'n and earth ihall flee away, All who hate him, mud: afhamed, Hear the trump proclaim the day: Come to judgment, &c. &c. Stand before the fon of man. 4 Saints 3 iz JUDGMENT. 4 Saints who love him, view his glory, Shining in his bruifed face, His dear perfon on the rainbow, Now his people's head fhall raife : Happy mourners, &c. &c. Lo ! in clouds, he comes,* he comesl 5 Now redemption, long expected, See! in folemn pomp appear ; All his people once rejected, Now fhall meet him in the air : Hallelujah i &c. &c. Now the promis'd kingdom's come. 6 View him fmiling now determined Ev'ry evil to deftroy ; All the nations now fhall fing him, Songs of cverlafting joy : O come quickly, &c. &c. Hallelujah come Lord come. HYMN CCCXII. 8 and 7 Altered by Toplady. J. ( Helmjley tune. J Iniutation. I f^ ome ye iinners poor and wretched, \^ Weak and wounded, fick and fore Jefus ready ftands to fave you, Full of pity, love and pow'r ; f lie is able He INVITATION. 313 He is willing ; doubt no more. 2 Ho ! ye needy, come and welcome, God's free bounty glorify True belief and true repentance, Every grace that brings us nigh Without money Come to Jefus Chrift and buy. 3 Let not confcience make you linger Nor of fitnefs fondly dream ; All the fitnefs he requireth Is to feel your need of him This he gives you, 'Tis the Spirit's glimm'ring beam* 4. Agonizing in the garden, Lo your Maker proftrate lies F On the bloody tree behold him, Hear him cry before he dies, It is finifh'd" Sinner will not this fuffice ? ; Lo ! th* incarnate God afcended, Pleads the merit of his blood, Venture on him, venture freely Let no other truft intrude, None but Jefus 6af*t 3i4 DISMISSION. Can do helplefs finners good. 6 Saints and angels join'd in concert Sing the praifes of the Lamb, While the blifsfull feats of Heaven Sweetly echo with his name. Hallelujah ! Sinners here may do the fame. HYMN CCCXIII 8 & 7, 8 & 7, 4 & 7, Rippon's Coll. J. Difmifiiott, ORD difmifs us with a blefling, 1L J Fill our hearts with joy and peace, Let us each thy love pofTefTing, Triumph in redeeming grace : O refrefh us ! Trav'Iing through this wilderneft. 'praifes, the' Angels proclaim, Fall down on their faces, And worfhip the Lamb. 4 Then 344 For THINE is the KINGDOM. 4 Then let us adore, And give him his right j All glory and pow'r, And wifdom and might : Ail honour and bleffing, With Angels above,: ^■■jjjcimA And* thanks never ceafing, And infinite love. HYM/J CCCXXXV Twice 10 & twice II The Coll. J. For thine is the Kingdom. 1 ~ y %7" "^ ^ 0U ^ S tnat are weak, JL And helplefs, and poor, Who know not to fpeak j Much lefs to do more ; Lo ! here's a foundation For comfort and peace In Chrifl: is falvation ; The Kingdom is his. 2 Then be not afraid, All power is given To Jefus our head, Inearth and in Heav'njk Thro* him we (hall conquer The mightieft foes ; For THINE is the KINGDOM. 345 Our Captain is ftronger Than all that oppofe. His pow'r from above He'll kindly impart *, So free is his love, So tender his heart, Redeem'd with his merit We're wafh'd in his blood ; Renewed by his Spirit We've power with God. Thy grace we adore, Director divine ; The kingdom and pow'r And glory are thine : Preferve us from running On rocks or on {helves ; From foes ftrong and cunning. And moft fromourfelves. Reign o'er us as King, Accomplifh thy will *, And pow'rfully bring Us forth from all ill.; Till falling before thee We laud thy lov'd name, Afcribing 346 THE BURDEN'D SINNER. Afcribing the glory- To God and the Lamb. HYMN CCGXXXVI. Twice 10 fctWice nThc Col!. J The Burden d Sinner. * 1 A H ! what can I do, 11 Or how be fecure If juftice purfue, What heart can endure ? When God fpeaks in Thunder, And makes himfelf known, , The heart breaks afunder, Tho' harder then {tone ? 2 With terror I read My fins heavy fcore, Their number exceeds The fand on the fhore Guilt makes me unable To ftand or to flee ; So Cain murder'd Abel, And trembled like me. 3 Each fin, like his blood, With terrible cry- Calls loud upon God, To ftrike from on high, Nor can my repentance, Extended THE BURDEN'D SINNER. 347 Extended by fear Reverfe the juft fentence Tis juft tho' fevere. 4 The cafe is too plain, I have my own choice. Again and again I flighted his voice, His warnings neglected, His patience abuf'4, His gofpel rejected, His mercy refuPd. 5 And muft I then go Forever to dwell In mi fry and woe With devils in hell ! O where is the Saviour I fcorn'd in time paft ? : His word in my favour Would fave me at laft. 6 Lord Jefus ! on thee I venter to call, O look upon me The vileft of all : For whom didft thou languish And bled on the tree ? 34« PRAISINGCHRIS T. O pity my anguifli, And fay, « twas for thee." 7 A caufe fuch as mine ^ Will honour thy pow'r, All hell will repine All Heaven will adore, if in condemnation Strict juflice takes place, It fhines in falvation, More glor'ous thro' grace. HYMN CCCXXXV1I. Twice 10 & twice n Rippgn's Coll. 4 Praifmg thrift. |UR Saviour alone, The Lord let us blefs, Who reigns on his Throne, The Prince of our peace ; Who ever more faves us By fheddinghis blood; All hail, Holy Jefus, Our Lord and our God \ 2 We thankfully fmg Thy glory a vd praife, Thou merciful fpring Of J The LORD will PROVIDE. £49. Of pity and grace :. Thy kindnefs for ever ^^o men will we tell, And fiy, our dear Saviour Redeems us from hell. 2 P refer ve us in love, While here we abide :. O never remove Thyprefence nor hide Thy glorious faivation, Till each of us fee "With joy the blefd vifion, Completed in thee. HYMN CCCXXXVIII. Twice 10 & twice II Newtown?, The Lord ivil! provide. Gen. xxii. V. 14- i *TPHG' troubles afTail and dangers. J[ ' affright, Tho' friends mould all fail, and foes all unite ; Yet one thing fecures us, whatever betide, The promife affures us, the Lord will provide. 2 The birds without barn and ftore-houfe are fed : From ^50 The LORD will PROVIDE From them let us learn to truft for our bread : (deny'd, His faints what is fitting fhall nHbe So long as 'tis written, "the Lord will provide," t We all may, like {hips, by tempeft be tofr, On perilous deeps, but can not be loft; Tho'fatan enrages the wind and the tide; Yet fcripture engages, the Lord will provide. 4 His call we obey, like Abraham. of old. We know not the way, but faith makes us bold : (fure guide, For tho' we are ftrangers, we have a And truft in all dangers, the Lord will provide, 5 When fatan appears to ftop up our path, And fills us with fears, we triumph by faith : (try'Q) He cannot take from us, {tho' oft he has "I he heart cheariug promife, the Lord will provide. 6 He tells §s we're wea'k : cur hope is in vain, The good thatwefeek, we neVe mall obtain feu* REPENTANT SINNER. 351 But when fucli fuggefiions our graces have tryM, (provide. This anfwers all queflions, the Lord will ;No ftrength of our own, nor goodnefs we claim, Our truft is all thrown on Jefus' name v In this our ftrong tower for fafety we hide The Lord is our power, the Lord will provide. When life finks apace, and death is in view, , (us through •, The word of his grace fhall comfort Not fearing or doubting with Chrift on our fide, (provide. We hope to die (homing, the Lord will HYMN CCCXXXIX. Twice 10, & twice, n, Repentant /inner. The Coll. J. EAR. Jesus, here comes, And knocks at thy door/ A beggar for crumbs, DtilrefTed and poor: Blind, lame, and forfaken,- All roll'd in his blood, At laft overtaken, Wheel 352 REPENTANT SINNER. When running from God. 2 To afk children's bread, I dare not prefume, But, Lord, to be &d, With fragments I come: Some crumbs from thy table, O let me obtain, For lo, thou art able, My wants to fuftain. 3 I own I deferve, No favour to fee, So long I did fwerve, And wander from theej 'Till brought by affliction, My follies to mourn, Now under conviction, To thee I return. 4 Great God, my defert, Is nothing but death, And hence to depart, For ever in wrath ; Yet, Lord to this city, Of refuge I flee, O let thine eye pity, A finner like me r The LAST JUDG M E M T. 353 £ For fince thou hafl: faid, Thou wilt cad: out none, Tli at flee to thine aid, As finners undone : Now, Lord, I am come as, Condemned to die, And on this fweet promife, I humbly rely. 6 I cannot depart, Dear Jesus, nor yield, 'Till feels my poor heart, This promife fulfill'd, That I may for ever * A monument be, To praife thee free Saviour, Of finners like me. CCCXL. Four 10, & twice 11. (Pf. 1.) f» The laji Judgment. HP he God of glory fends his fummons forth -"* Callsthefouth nation &awakesthenorth From eaft to weft the fov'reign orders fpread, Thro' diftant worlds & regions of the dead The trumpet founds*, bell trembles: heav'n rejoices j, Lift up your heads, ye faints, witli chear- ful voices, 2 No 354 The LAST JUDGMENT 2 No morefhall Atheiftsmock his long de lay : His vengeance fleeps no more; heboid th day; BeJiold the judge defcends, his guards are nigh ; Tempers and fire attend him down the iky i When God appears, all nature fhall adore him : While finners tremble, faints rejoice befo him. 3 " Heav'n, earth, and hell, draw near ; let all things come f c Tohear myfentenceand thefinnersdoom, f* But gather firft my faints ; (the Judge commands) f Bring them, ye angels, from their dift- ant lands. When Chrift returns, wake ev'ry chearful paffion ; And fhout, ye faints, he comes for your falvation. 4 Behold my cov'nant ftands for ever good SeaPd by th' eternal facrifice in blood, And fign'd with all their names ; the Greek, the Jew, Tha* ■ Great AND precious promises. 355 That paid the ancient worfhip pr the new. There's no diftinclionherejoinallyour voices •ind raife your heads, ye faints, for heav'n rejoices. ; " Here(faith theLord)yc angels, fpread their thrones, (fons. < And near me feat my favourites and my « Come, my redeem'd, poffefs the joys prepar'd, '-Ere time began ; 'tis your divine reward, jhen Chrift returns, wake ev'ry chearful paffion ; (Vnd fhout, ye faints, he comes fur your falvation. HYMN CCCXLI. Elevens, Rippon's Coll. J. Exceeding great and precious $>romifcs. HOW firm a foundation ye faints o£ the Lord, laid for your faith in his excellent word What more can he fay than to you he hath faid? ^ou, who unto Jesus for refuge have fled l In ev'ry condition, in iicknefs, in health ta poverty's vale, or abounding in wealth; At id 356 GREAT and PRECIOUS PROMISES: Athome&abroad,ontheland,onthe fea " As thy days may demand, fhall rhy " frrength ever be. 3 " Fear not, I am with thee, O be not " difmay'd, Pv>*- cc I, am thy God, and will ftiil give " thee aid ; " I'll ftrengthcn thee, help thee, and " caufe thee to ftand, " Upheld by my righteous omnlpotei " hand. 4 " When thro' the deep waters I call thea " to go, " The rivers of woe fhall not thee oveiv " flow ; The Earth and all therein decline ; Cut WHEN I lo< And the: Faith looks within the vail. 361, Bur my eternal love {lands firm And mall ror evermore. HYMN CCCXLIV. P. M. Mrs. P r. A. ' Faith looks iviibin the vail. ok up to Heaven, ere my Jefus view 5 When faith to me is given, Thole wonders to purfue : I cry out O amazing, Aironifh'd at the light ; And ever would be gazing, In raptures of delight. i There on a throne moft glorious. With fweet delight I fee, Exalted and victorious, The Man that died for me ; Co-equal and eternal, He'll with the Father reign 5 And all his foes infernal Againrt him rage in vain. He mines through Heav'ns glad regions With fuch tranfcendant light,. Ail the celeftial legions, Are daz'led at the light ; L With 362 Faith looks within the veil. With faces veil'd before him, Bright Cherubs lowly fall, And joyfully adore him, As Sovereign Lord of all. 4 The faints with joy and gladnefs, InveiPd before him ftand, Torever freed from fadnefs, "With victory in their hands ; In fpotlefs robes adorned Crowns on their heads they wear^ Tho' once by finners fcorned Now like their Lord appear. C. 5 They join their griattul voices, To praife the facred Three, AH Heaven around rejoices. In fweeteft harmony •, To God the glorious Father* The Spirit and the Son, By all his works together, Be equal honour done. INDE I N D E X. A. ADORING Jems, 260, 290. Addrefs to the Holy Spirit, 2». Afcenfion of Chrift, 51. Attraction of the Crofs, 77. Almoft Chriftian, 146. All gracious God thy people hlefs, 152. Awake and fing the fong of Mofes and the Lamb, l6$\ Affociation of- Churches, 204, 205, 2®;. An happy moment, 303. B. B O O K of God's word and nature, 7, 48. BleflingGod, 15 Breathing after the Holy Spirit, 31. Breathing after Holinefs, 57. Bleffed Gofpel, 60. Believer's Hope, 91. Breathing after Heavenly things, 93. Baptifm, 168, 170, 171, J72, 173, 174, 175, 374; Bleeding Saviour, 193. pieffings of the Gofpel, 263. Barren Fig-Tree, 266. Backflider's Prayer, 279, 23o. Birth of Chrift, 286. Buried with Chriil in Baptifm, 30^ Book of Nature, 332. Burdened Sinner, 336. C. CRAVING the Spirit, 18. Creation and Providence, 4.7. Clean Heart, 29. Condefcenfion of God, 40. Creation and Redemption, 42. Chrift and His Church, 50. Chrift precious, 58. Chrift's Interceffion, 6$, Contrition, 78. Chriftian Soldier, 81. Chriftian'* INDEX. Christian's Expectation, 92. Con plaint cf Spiritual Sloth, JIZ. Christian happy, 121. Chvfing the better part, 129. Confidence, 136. Completenefs of Chrift, 137. Chrift the only Saviour, 140. Chrift Juftifies and Sanctifies, 159. Chrift's Kingdom and Majefty, 164. Complaint of Ingratitude, 166. Commiffion, 169. Conftitution of a Church, 194, 195, 196, 197. Covenant God, 264. Ceremonial Law, 268. Chrift's Refurrec~tion, 276. Chrift our Life, 288. Converfe with Chrift, 298.' " Chrift the heJiever's All, 301. Come thou font of every blefhng, 304. Come, defcend, O heavenly Spirit, 305. Chrift withdrawn, 322. D. DELIGHTin Public Worfhip, 21. Devout Retirement, 33. Difn iffion, 68, 6i), 151, 161, i6(, 313. Defiring affurance of God's favour, 74. Different Succefs of the Gofpel, 113. Deartnefs under the word, 115. Dying Saviour, 127, 181. Defiling the Divine Prefence, 135. Diftrefsof Soul, 157. Divine Glories and Graces, 180. Doubting, 285. Death and Glory, 306. E. EXHORTING to Worfhip, 19. Exhortation to Praife, 24. Excellency of the Scriptures, 28. Encouragement to wait on God, 54. I.zekit\ \ 1 N D % X. JEzekiel xxxvi. 26. 107. Exceeding great and precious promifes, 341* F. FEAR not, 38. Flefh and Spirit, 1 1 6. Faith in (Thrift our Sacrifice, 162. Fails and Thankfgiviug for Vidory, 208, 209, 210, JIT, 213- Fads and Than kfgiving, 219. Funeral, 220, 221, 222, 223, 224, 226, 227, 228, 22^, 230, 231, 232, 233, 234, 326, 327. Funeral Thought, 225. Family Worfhip, 235, 237, 238, 239, 240, 241, 242, 243, 244, 245, 246, 247> 248, 249> 250, 251, 2.52, 253, 254, 255, 256, 257, 258, 259. Finifhed Redemption, 295, i T 4> Faith's Claim, 261. * For thine is the Kingdom, Z2,5- For the Spirit of adoption. 338. Faith looks within the vail, 344v G. GOD glorified in the Gofpel, 8. Gofpel worthy of all-acceptance, 32.. Goodnefs of God, 33. God's prefence in his houfe, 37. Glorious Gofpel, 39. God exalted above all praife, 43. Gofpel Jubilee, 46. God's Reafoning with men, 55. Grace, 61, 160. God our only Happinefs, 73. General, 82. Godiy Sorrow for Chrift's Sufferings, 83. Glory and Grace in the Perfon of Chrift, 134. God's promife unchangeable, 142. God our Support, 269. Gofpel Trumpet, 275. H. HEAVENLY Worfhip, 10, Holy Boldnefs, 11, 97- Heavenly ^ 3 INDEX. Heavenly Joy on Earth, 23. Heavenly Praife, 25. Holy Walk, 52. Hell the Sinner's own place, 67. How Sad our State by Nature is, IOI. Heavenly Gueft, 100. Heart devoted to God, 141. Holy Ghoft, 155. Heavenly journey, 287. I. INVOKING the Spirit, 1, 22. Invitation, 5, 98, 145, 312, 315. Invitation of Chrift, 17. Joys of Heaven, 30. Immutability of God, 45. Joyful Crurfe, 56. Jcfu, Jefu, deareft Lord, %. Joy of Converfion, 105 Juftifn-ation by Chriit only, 117, fnconftancy, 156. ifaiah, 9, 2. Jeius Chriit. 300. Judgment, 308, 309, 310, 311, 321, 342. Jcicph made known to his brethren, 324. Joming the Church, 330. K. XlNGDOMof God not in Word, but in power, 65- I Kingdom of Chrift, lid. L. I. O R D's Day Morning, 3. Loving kindnefs of God, 16. Looking upwards, 34. Longing after God, 41. Lord is God, 47. Lord I would fpread my fore diflrefs, 104. Living and dead Faith, 106. Law and Gofpel, 144, Love to God, 130. Love of Chriit foed abroad in the Heart, ijo, Lord'* INDEX. Lord-'s Supper, 176, 177, 17$, 1S3, 184, 185,187, 188' 189, 190, Iyl, I9'2. Iienging after Ci rift, 32.-. Let ali the earth their voices raife, 333. Lord reigneth, 334. Lord will provide, 338. Laft Judgment, 340. M. M E R C Y and truth, 126. Mifimprovement of time, 133. Myiienes of Providence, 153.' Meeting;, 206. Majefty of Chrift, 272. Morning and Evening, 293, 294. N. NE W Year's Day, 76, 265, 29I. Kaked as from the earth y, z came, 96. O. OBEDIENCE and Death of Chrift, 36. Once more before we part, 165. Ordination, 198, 199, 200, 201, 202, 203. Opening Worfhip, 263. Opening a Place of Worfhip, 273. P. P R A I S E to God for Creation and Redemption, 9, Public Prayer and Praife, 12. Prayer, 14, 100, 154, 283.." Praife to our Creator, 20. Providence and Grace, 49, Preached "Word, 59. Pardoning Grace, 62. Profpecb of Heaven makes death eafy, 70. Praife to the Lamb, 72, 88. Providence, 79. Parable of the Sower, 85. Preffure of Sin, 103. Prayer and Hope, 111. Verfeverance, 118,343, Petition, I N D E X. "Petition, 120. Preparing for Death, 1 23. Pardon and Reft for the weary foul, 128, 132. Paffion and exaltation of Chrift, 158. Pardon and ftrength from Chrift, 179. Praife for National Peace, 112. Public Fail, 214, 215, 216. Power and Grace, 270. Praife to God from all creatures, 2; I, 292. Poor Sinner, 277, 278. Pilgrim's Song, 282. Prayer for revival, 316. Praife to the Redeemer, 318. Pardoning God, 329. Praifmg Chrift, 337. R. REVERENTIAL Worfhip, '4. Refurre&ion of Chrift, 64. 307 Rapt&re, 80. Rejoicing in Hope, 87. Renewing Grace, IC2 Repentance, 1 19. Remembering our latter end, 149. Receiving a member, 186. Rejoice, 267. Redeeming Love, 289. Reut-ive Duties, 319. Repentant Sinner, 339. 26. SABBATH, 13. Song to creating Wifdom, •Spirituality of God, 44. Succeftful Refolve, 66. .Sar.ctification fought, 71. Safety in God, 75. Salvation approaching, 84, Si. ner converted, 90. 297" Sympathifmg Saviour, 114. Senfe of Pardon defired, 122* faints dwell in Heaven, 131. Sinni INDEX. Sinnrr's Prayer, 138. Stony Heart, 147. Satan repulfed, 148. Spirit, water and blood, 182. Spiritual Larrennefs, 296. Serioufnefs, 297. Spirit of Adoption, 328. T, TRIUMPHSof Grace, 6. ThanKullnefs for Mercies, 35. Tribulation, 94. Trials overcome by Hope, 95. Truft in God under difficulties, 139, 33^' True Penitence, 147. Thankfgiving for victory, 213. Thankigiving, (Public) 217, 218. True experience, 281. V O I C E of Chrift, 284. W. WATCHFULNESS and Prayer, 89, Way and end, righteous and wicked, 99. Weaknefs bewailed, 109. Way ro Canaan, 143 Wcro of God more precious than gold, 317* Who hath our report believed, 320. What think ye of Chrift, 323. A TABLE. TABLE OF SCRIPTURES. Book. (jTENESIS, Chap. Ver. 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