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CHRISTIAN SONGS. 
 
 SONG I. 
 
 ^KX.^LESS'D be the day, Fair Charity 
 O B O When, with a Saviour's name, 
 ^wy^ On earth with blooming grace adorn'd, 
 A heavenly gueft you came. 
 
 2 Born of no man, to none on earth 
 
 Thy heav'nly birth thou owes : 
 Sprung from thy God, in thy bright charms 
 His glorious image glows. 
 
 3 True as the objeft to the glafs, 
 
 With him you wake your fire ; 
 Frown when he frowns, hate what he hates, » 
 And what he loves, defire. 
 
 4 On ev'ry chofen human bread", 
 
 Thou ftamp'ft v/ith work divine, 
 The form of God, and bid'ft a heav'n 
 In ev'ry bofom lhine. 
 
 5 The beggar bafking in thy beams, 
 
 Forgets his miferies : 
 Hark ! lonely widows fing to thee, 
 And fhouts from orphans rife. 
 
 6 Diffufe thy beams, and teach my heart 
 
 With genial warmth to glow : 
 For lo 3 without thy heav'nly aid, 
 In vain my numbers flow. 
 
4 CHRISTIAN SONGS. 
 
 7 Could I with elocution fpeak, 
 
 Tranfcending human tongue ; 
 And could I fing in drains more fwcet 
 Then ever angel fung ; 
 
 8 And did not Charity infpire, 
 
 And raife herfelf my voice, 
 My flowing verfe were empty found, 
 " My eloquence were noife." 
 
 9 Yen, had I faith to weary racks, 
 
 And pafs unhurt thro' flame \ 
 And did not Chanty infpire, 
 My labours were in vain. 
 
 io 'Tis love which plumes the wings of Hope, 
 
 And bids her ftrength exert ; 
 Which brings our faith from found to things, 
 
 From fancy to the heart, 
 
 ii A time fhall come, when ccnftant Faith 
 
 And patient Hope {hall die ; 
 One loft in certainty of fight, 
 
 " And one diffolv'd in joy." 
 
 12 But thou (halt Jail, when thefe no more 
 
 Shall warm the pilgrim's bread, 
 Or open on his dying eyes 
 His long-expe&ed reft : 
 
 13 Thy unextinguifh'd ray fhall burn 
 
 Thro' death, unchang'd thy frame : 
 Thy lamp fhall triumph o'er the grave 
 With uncorrupted flame. 
 
 14 The divine lover and his fpoufe 
 
 To reft thy lamp fhall light, 
 Profufe with heav'nlv blifs divine, 
 And pregnant with delight. 
 
CHRISTIAN SONGS. 5 
 
 SON G II. 
 
 BEHOLD divine free Grace arifc, 
 Outfhining all the thoughts of man ! 
 bov'ieign, preventing, all furprize 
 
 To him who neither will'd nor ran ; 
 
 2 Grand as the bofom whence it flow'd 
 
 Kind as the heart that gave it vent. 
 Rich as the gift which Gow Deftow'd, 
 And lovely like the Chrift he fent. 
 
 3 Did the imperial law of Death, 
 
 For one man's fin, his whole race doom, 
 And ad who draw the human breach, 
 
 Tho' finning not like him, inhume ! 
 
 4-Ev', here the fov'reign fway of Grace 
 
 les with fuperior pow'r to fave, 
 Than (in to damn, which- doom'd the race 
 To one wide' univerfal grave. 
 
 5 Sin reign'd to Death ; but over Sin 
 
 And Death, with more imperial fway, 
 Grace fpreads her more extenfive reign, 
 And doth eternal life convey. 
 
 6 Grace, .by a righteoufnefs, doth reign, 
 
 Wrought in .the bloody death of God ; 
 Where Sin is fpoil'd j fo Grace doth reign 
 In all the worth of divine blood. 
 
 7 Since Sin firft flew the human race 3 
 
 An hoft of daily fins purfues 
 Man to a fecond death ; but Grace 
 
 Steps fov'reign forward, and refcues 5 
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6 CHRISTIAN SONGS. 
 
 8 Life more abundant we poflefs 
 
 O fecond man ! than Adam loft ; 
 An earthly profpedl crown'd his blifs ; 
 
 We reigning heav'nly pleafures boaft : 
 
 9 And as our God's obedience, free y 
 
 And blood divine, excel by far 
 Man's due, abftaining from one tree ; 
 
 So great's the life thy children ihare. 
 
 io We, bowing, fing thy death, fo ftrong 
 As all our fouls from death defends : 
 
 Shout, ye redeem'd -, for hear your fong 
 Begins, and never never ends. 
 
 SONG III. 
 
 SHALL earth-born man with God contend, 
 To him his parts difplay ; 
 Hold his dim beaming reafon up, 
 And rival his full day ? 
 
 2 Form'd by his hand, fo might a bowl 
 
 Againft the potter fpeak ; 
 Afk why for bafer *fe defign'd, 
 Why fitted up to break ? 
 
 3 Did God thy reafon frame, to tax 
 
 His attributes divine; 
 Or was it to infure his wrath, 
 And make damnation thine ? 
 
 4 Do men prcfumptuous rufh on God, 
 
 With guilt deforrrTd, and foul -, 
 Afk for that favour they deferve, 
 And bid his thunder roll ? 
 
 5 Speak not of worth, nor cloud his grace, 
 
 But let his mercy Ihine : 
 
CHRISTIAN SONGS. 7 
 
 Mercy's a ftranger to thy worth, 
 All fov'reign, all divine ! 
 
 6 He wills, for why ? becaufe he wills, 
 
 To fave the finking foul : 
 Nor can the whole creation's pow'r 
 His fov'reign will controul. 
 
 7 Hail ! fov'reign Grace, divinely bright, 
 
 Beneath whofe ample wing, 
 The guilty myriads raife their voice, 
 Th' angelic myriads fing ! 
 
 8 Sin's in the pidure, but the fhade, 
 
 To make thy features rife 
 In all the charms of God, and fhew 
 Th' Almighty to our eyes. 
 
 9 When awful juftice threat'ning, flames 
 
 With unaufpicious ray; 
 Thou tak'ft the finner by the hand, 
 And wip'ft his tears away : 
 
 10 For thee a thoufand fongs await, 
 
 A thoufand ages fhine, 
 Start forth to view, and cry aloud, 
 Eternity is thine. 
 
 SONG IV. 
 
 PRAISE ye Jehovah's love and grace 
 To Adam's guiity wretched race j 
 Sing of this love, the fpring and rife 
 Of all his counfels, great and wife. 
 
 2 For all his works, his creatures all, 
 Their being and original 
 Owe to this love ; and there, again, 
 They tend, as rivers to the main. 
 
8 CHRISTIAN SONGS. 
 
 3 What elfe is evil but the fnade, 
 By wifdom in the pidture laid, 
 
 To make this grace arife, and fhew 
 Its brighteft glory to our view ? 
 
 4 Our God is love ; his wrath, be furc, 
 Is flaming love, which fhines mod pure -, 
 And (lands oppos'd, as mid-day light 
 To gloomy darknefs of the night. 
 
 5 This goodnefs, as a deep abyfs, 
 All working outward, full of blifs, 
 Was making for itfelf a vent 
 Well fuited to its vaft extent ; 
 
 6 By which it might with freedom flow, 
 And all its fulnefs there beftow, 
 Where it fliould have an endlefs reft : 
 God's wifdom here prevents our queft. 
 
 7 What is capacious to receive 
 Unbounded Jove, if bounds it have ? 
 Or where is found an obje<5t meet 
 For grace and mercy infinite ? 
 
 8 Not all the things which could be made, 
 A proper match among them had 
 
 For boundlefs love, which goes not forth 
 To obje&s limited in worth. 
 
 9 Neither can all created things 
 Pafs for its fruit (the gift it brings) 
 When the intention is to Ihew, 
 
 By giving, all that grace can do : 
 
 io Nor yet could fin-forgiving grace, 
 'Mong all the creatures find a place, 
 While all was good, no room could be 
 For mercy's aid to mifery. 
 

 CHRISTIAN" SONGS. 
 
 1 1 But Love, which is the only God, 
 Had always being and abode, 
 Whole in each one of loving Three, 
 All blcfs'd in Love's fociety. 
 
 12 One of thefe Three, with all his worth* 
 To union near with men goes forth ; 
 
 So join'd to them, that, in his name, 
 A right to all this love they claim. 
 
 y But, firft, they're doom'd for fin to wo, 
 That he for them might undergo 
 Their curfe, and fo might fully prove 
 Th' infinite jealoufy of Love : 
 
 14 And a<- the fame time manifeft 
 Mercy relieving the diftreft ; 
 Mercy, all fov'reign, and all free, 
 Saving from boundlefs mifery. 
 
 15 He's unto them the fruit of love, 
 The gift which can its greatnefs prove \ 
 And ev'ry gift which grace bellows 
 
 Is GoD-like as from him it flows. 
 
 16 And he's the objeft \ it goes forth 
 On them made perfedt in his worth ; 
 All built in him, one manfion meet, 
 Where God's love ever dwells complete* 
 
 17 Let Wifdom^ therefore, be his name j 
 The fpring of wifdom him proclaim : 
 Call him the Word, who can exprefs 
 God's goodnefs all, and fully blefs. 
 
 iS Call him the Father's only Son, 
 Son of his love ; in him alone 
 The Spirit's fulnefs all can dwell, 
 Who is our great ImmanueL 
 
io CHRISTIAN SONGS. 
 
 SONG V. 
 
 FOOLS worfhip gods who hate not fin, 
 Nor faying power have : 
 Our God, the living and the true, 
 Can both be juft and fave. 
 
 2 The juft God rnd the Saviour, is 
 
 His chara&er alone : 
 His throne is fix'd in righteoufnefs, 
 And Grace reigns on the throne. 
 
 3 Man's life, which in Gpd's favour lies, 
 
 Is ftung to death by fin ; 
 AH his attempts to heal himfelf, 
 The deadly fling drive in : 
 
 4 That God who wounds, alone can heal 
 
 The mortal wound he gave : 
 In Jefus, dead and rais'd, we fee 
 God's pow'r and fkill to fave. 
 
 5 Haft thou to buy the juft God's grace? 
 
 Or know'ft thou what to give ? 
 Firft Juftice flew his only Son, 
 
 Ere Grace could make us live. 
 
 6 Know, then, on no precarious ground 
 
 Stand Grace and Life to men ; 
 For life now reigns in God's dear Son, 
 For us by Juftice flain. 
 
 7 This is the only true God ; this 
 
 Is life eternal, fure : 
 Then, little children, keep yourfelves 
 From ev'ry idol pure. 
 
CHRISTIAN SONGS. n 
 
 SONG VI. Part I. 
 
 ETERNAL love's the darling fong, 
 Well-pleafing to Jehovah's ear j 
 Attend, ye fav'd, ye pardon'd throng, 
 
 With all your grateful harps drawn near : 
 
 l 'Tis yours to fing th' eternal date 
 Of love divine, and how it moves 
 
 To helplefs man, with gladnefs great : 
 Sing loud, for God the fong approves. 
 
 3 Hail, BethleVm ! hail ! that ruddy morn, 
 Whofe rays adorn the infant God, 
 
 Jehovah of a virgin born, 
 
 Who righteoufnefs and life beftow'd. 
 
 4 For us falvation wide difplays 
 Her ample all-refrefhing wing ; 
 
 Safe in the fhade, that love we praife, 
 And all its peerlefs glories fing : 
 
 5 We fing the garden and the tree, 
 
 Red with the blood which cries for peace; 
 Heav'n echoes back, I'm pleas'd in thee ; 
 And Wrath to Mercy now gives place. 
 
 6 From this dread objedl flows our joy, 
 Here all the majefty and worth, 
 
 And love of God, without alloy, 
 In brighteft fplendor do Ihine forth. 
 
 7 We fing a note that high prevails, 
 Above the angels free from fin : 
 
 Who cannot tafte the cure which heals 
 The deadly fmart of wrath divine. 
 
 8 As food the hungry foul relieves, 
 
 As choice perfumes delight the fmell ; 
 
id CHRISTIAN SONGS. 
 
 So Mercy from the crofs revives 
 Man finking in the jaws of hell : 
 
 9 The wonders of Chrift's blood arife 
 Bright in the drooping wretches view : 
 
 Aftonifhed with the dear furprize, 
 'His joyful tranfport who can faew ? 
 
 Part II. 
 
 THY love, O jefus ! is a theme 
 Which never never old lhall grow , 
 All .ages of the church proclaim 
 How fweetly did its numbers .flow : 
 
 2 Down from the birth of infant Time, 
 Thro' Eve y Abra'am, and David's line, 
 
 Thy love doth run in (trains fublime, 
 And running with new glories ihine ; 
 
 3 TiU thou waft found .a babe, O God 1 
 When angels throng'd to join our lay $ 
 
 Until thy love, in ftreams of blood, 
 Did all its wealthy ftore difplay. 
 
 4 At thy afcent, the fpacious heav'n 
 All round re-echo'd with this theme, 
 
 Whqn from the throne the word was giv'-n, 
 " Let all the angels praife his name." 
 
 5 At thy return, eternal fame 
 
 From all the faints fhall found to thee, 
 On banks of Eden's cheering ftream, 
 Beneath the life-reftoring tree. 
 
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 Part III. 
 
 H Y love makes us count all things lof< 
 To fcorned poverty gives charms; 
 
Makes martyrs bold ev'n on the crofs, 
 And, fioging triumph, reach thy amis. 
 
 2 When thy love glows upon the hear,. 
 Difgrace forgets her fhocking name, 
 
 Afflictions lofe their deadly frqart, 
 
 And Patience iiniles amidfc the flame ; 
 
 3 Salvation founds from racks and flakes, 
 Hope blunts the fword's devouring edge ^ 
 
 Severed torture joy partakes, 
 
 Of heav'nly bliis the welcome pledge. 
 
 4 Broad heav'n and earth fhall fing of thee. 
 And their melodious numbers raife : 
 
 We'll ma^e thy name rememo'red be, 
 Th' eternal centre of all praife, 
 
 5 Sing all ye bright angdic povv'rs ; 
 Ye fons of Mercy, praife your King $ 
 
 The burden of the fong is yours : 
 Let wide creation chorus fing. 
 
 6 And, O ! to join that heav'nly flrain., 
 Admit poor us, who fay no more, 
 
 But, J-fus drf'd^ and rcjz again ; 
 And all our tod for life is o'er. 
 
 SONG VII. 
 
 DESCEND, fair Hope (tho' heavenly born, 
 Thou vifit'ft human race), 
 And let us in thy facred glafe 
 Survey our Saviour's face. 
 
 I Jet fongs for e er crown that morn, 
 When, new to life again, 
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 hnmanuel rofe, and fent thee down, 
 Full fraugtu with life to men. 
 
 3 Tho' man, in Eden, was of old 
 
 With heav'nly vifits bleft ; 
 More happy they to dwell with whom 
 Defcends this heav'nly gueft : 
 
 4 For them a fairer Eden fhines, 
 
 And on their wond'ring tyts 
 The riches of their fmiling God 
 In larger profpe&s rife 
 
 5 Led by thy hand, celeftial Hope, 
 
 How oft, at thy defire, 
 Has man cncounter'd fhame and want, 
 Nor fiirunk to pafs through fire ? 
 
 6 See, gazing on the ample joys 
 
 Which wait a happier day, 
 How the pale famifh'd vifage fmiles, 
 And poverty looks gay ! 
 
 7 O happy they whofe dying eyes 
 
 By thy blefs'd hands are feal'd ! 
 In hope of life they deep, and wake 
 To fee that life reveal'd. 
 
 3 Let others bound their life, and joys, 
 In what's to earth confin'd : 
 
 Take wing, ye faints, and foar with Hope 
 To pleafures more refin'd^ 
 
 o Where Jefus waits to crown your flight 
 
 With tranfport in his face, 
 And where th* eternal arms unfold 
 
 To meet your dear embrace. 
 
 IO But what is Hope, and what is Faith ? 
 £yt fainter ftars of night, 
 
CHRISTIAN SONGS. ij 
 
 To guide the pilgrim thro' the fhade, 
 Till dawns the morning light. 
 
 ii O ! let the morning-fear arife, 
 
 And ufher in the day 
 With brighter beams ; then paler lights 
 
 And fhadows By away. 
 
 SONG VIII. 
 
 WHERE Jliail the guilty who hath loft 
 The divine favour by his fin, 
 Find worth, which he can fafely trufiy 
 A righteouihefs to glory in ? 
 
 2 How calm his guilty confeience' fears ? 
 What ihall he work, what fhall he feel ? 
 
 He wearies heav'n with prayVs and tears : 
 But, ah ! there's fomething lacking flill. 
 
 3 Behold the crofs ! the blood divine 
 Which there for fons of wrath was fpiit ! 
 
 HfreVworth enough- to glory in, 
 Enough to purge the fouled guilt. 
 
 4 When fond experiences are gone, 
 All frames and feelings blown to air, 
 
 The crofs remains your boall alone - 3 
 For all your righteoufnefs is there : 
 
 5 Is guilt your burden ? from the crofs 
 Springs glorious liberty to you : 
 
 Or would vou worldly lulls opoofe ? 
 The crofs victorious ftands to view. 
 
 6 Would ye like Jefus fhine, when he 
 In glory comes the lecond time ? 
 
 .rk well his afpeil on the tree ; 
 Take up the crofs and follow him. 
 
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 SONG. IX. 
 ELCHIZEDECK, immortal pried ! 
 
 OVr peace and righceoufnefs doth reign, 
 
 Moft High God, before thy face, 
 And glory fills the blefs'd domain : 
 
 2 For now the ftrife is at an end, 
 'Twixt fmners, righteous God and thee, 
 
 How thou fhould'lt make the guilty bleiVd 
 Yet juft and righteous herein be. 
 
 3 To end this ftrife God interpos'd, 
 
 His dread and ibiemn oath : He fwore, 
 To confecrate the only Son 
 Of God a prieft forever more. 
 
 4 With facrifice his hand was fill'd, 
 In God's own prefence to appear, 
 
 With blood divine fhed from himfelf, 
 Moir precious, and forever dear. 
 
 5 No more a finful mortal priel>, 
 
 V\ ith dying breath for fin atones ; 
 
 1 r ftands confeffihg his own guilt, 
 N ;r dies fucceeded by his fons : 
 
 6 No more the blood of bulls and goats 
 Sprinkles the earthly holy place ; 
 
 No more in tinfel'd glory ftands 
 A finful mortal begging grace. 
 
 SONG X. 
 
 TO thee, O Jefus ! is my pray'r 
 Who mankind by thy death hall fav'd. 
 And to the holieft of all 
 
 A new and living way haft pav'ck 
 
CHRISTIAN SONGS. 17 
 
 2 Refcue me from mj felf, O Lord 3 
 Break Satan's pow'r within my foul -> 
 
 And let not worldly lulls me rule, 
 But by thy fpirit them controul. 
 
 3 Tho' red as crimfon are my fins, 
 
 Thy blood can make them white as fnow : 
 If thou but fpeak/ft the word, then ftraight 
 My foul lhall vanquiih'd fee its foe. 
 
 4 Mofl precious Faith, thou purchas'd haft, ' 
 And love which never fades away, 
 
 And Hope which foars on fwifteft: wing, 
 Breathing for everlafting day. 
 
 5 Teach me thou meek and lowly One, 
 To learn of thee this world to fcorn, 
 
 Thy crofs to make my only boail : 
 Humility let me adorn. 
 
 6 Let faith of things not ken as yet, 
 And fear of evils flow but fure, 
 
 And love of truth, and hope of bills 
 Unnnerited, my foul fecure. 
 
 SONG XL 
 
 THANKS to that love, which gave us God 
 To bleed, to purge our fin; 
 WiiO in the worrh of his own blood, 
 The heav'ns hath entcr'd in s 
 
 2 And to the holieft of all 
 
 Hath confecrate a way, 
 To enter thro' the rended vail, 
 
 And grateful worfhip pay, > 
 
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iS CHRISTIAN SONGS. 
 
 3 Here ends all fearch, our God to pleafe ; 
 
 We'll work for life no more : 
 This blood gives ev'ry conference eafe -, 
 'Tis balm for ev'ry fore. 
 
 4 Blefs'd are the people who are taught 
 
 By fov'reign Grace to (land ; 
 In righteoufnefs they have not wrought, 
 Nor touch'd it with their hand. 
 
 5 Turn, ev'ry wounded conference, here 
 
 Our bleeding God furvey : 
 God from the glorious fufferer : 
 Hath turn'd his wrath away. 
 
 6 Here's accefs to the Father's face 
 
 Thro' Jefus' wounds and blood : 
 At the blood-fprinkled throne of Grace 
 Adore the living God. 
 
 SONG XII. Part I. 
 
 GOD's mercies we will ever fing, 
 And tell . the wonders of his grace : 
 Eternal love, we'll view thy fpring, 
 The marvels of that love rehearfe. 
 
 2 Forever hallow'd be thy name, 
 Fair Mercy in the blood of God ; 
 
 Sweet to the .foul which feels the pain 
 Of guilt, th' intolerable load. 
 
 3 Sinners behold cur fuff'ring God ; 
 See ! v/ith yon cry his foul is gone: 
 
 View him, by viaih divine purfu'd, 
 Until he loudly ciies, Tis dcr.e ! 
 
 4 Extol that Grace, ye faints, which gave 
 The fpotlcft hJy one and juft, 
 
CHRISTIAN SONGS. 19 
 
 To devils rage and to a grave : 
 
 And mix'd with blood of God the duft. 
 
 5 His foul with dreadful anguifh fill'd 
 Unutterable torments felt -, 
 
 His confcience pure became defil'd 
 With fin, and made his heart to melt. 
 
 6 What wonder then, if thro' his love, 
 Our fouls now purg'd from ev'ry ftain, 
 
 Partake the peace of God, and prove 
 In us, that Chrift dy'd not in vain ? 
 
 7 O Jefus ! now how mercy flows ! 
 What blotting out of fin is here ! 
 
 God to thy wounded confcience (hows 
 No mercy, till 'its fully clear 
 
 8 Of all our horrid guilt, made thine ; 
 Until thy unexampled love, 
 
 Thy blamelefs innocence divine, 
 
 And bloody death that guilt remove. 
 
 9 Mercy was far, dear Lord, from thee, 
 When God frown'd on thy parting foul ; 
 
 When in thy lateft agony, 
 
 His wrath into thy heart did roll. 
 
 10 O God ! thy wrath o'erwhelm'd thy Sin, 
 And pierc d that foul mod dear to thee. 
 
 That finners unto thee might come, 
 The chief cf jinners fiich as \vc. 
 
 Part II. 
 
 SINNERS of ev'ry tribe behold 
 The price of tv'ry kind of fin, 
 God's various wrath and manifold, 
 lor various guiic met all on mm. 
 
20 CHRISTIAN SONGS. 
 
 2 What millions' fins that death atones ! 
 When God himfelf in blood expir'd, 
 
 A whole burnt-offering, at once 
 
 The whole of what our God required. 
 
 3 Behold ye hypocrites the man, 
 Ev'n in the eye of God, fincere -, 
 
 Ye covetous behold him y than 
 
 The fox have lefs, or birds of th' air. 
 
 4 Ye who feek honour and a name 
 
 See Chrift's mock-robe, and crown of thorn ; 
 Whom angels worfhip fill'd with fhame, 
 A mock-king, in contempt and fcorn. 
 
 5 Proud felf-conceited finner fee 
 His fpirit Jowl/, meek, and mild : 
 
 Malicious, ftand condemn'd, when yc 
 See jpefus made a little child. 
 
 6 Ye who love pleafures, hear his cries, 
 Behold his agony how great ! 
 
 See falling from him to the ground, 
 Like heavy drops of blood, his fweat. 
 
 7 Backfliders wonder at this grace, 
 And blufn to think how Jefus flood 
 
 Unfhaken, crying in your place, 
 
 Why haft thou left me, O my God! 
 
 8 He flirunk not in that fatal hour, 
 Wiien our accur^'d backflidings all 
 
 O'erwhelm'd his foul replete with love, 
 And fill'd his bitter cup with gall. 
 
 9 MERCY's the guilty finner's plea, 
 In its Almighty broad extent ! 
 
 Sweet to our fouls forever be 
 
 The gra.e wnich gave that mercy vent. 
 
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 id O may that mercy to the end 
 
 Be ours, which all the faints do claim -, 
 Which, how we ihare, is all explain'd, 
 * When v/e O Jefus ! know thy name. 
 
 SONG XIII. 
 
 WHEN this great world was fram'd of God, 
 And earth carv'd out for our abode ; 
 When all thefe orbs their courfe began, 
 And in harmonious order ran ; 
 
 2 When God had laid the corner-done,. 
 And refted in his works now done ; 
 The morning-ftars together fang, 
 
 The heav'ns with tuneful echoes rang, 
 
 3 The fons of God a fhout did raife, 
 To fee the fabric fpeak his praife -, 
 The pow'rs of fire, of light, and air, 
 Exprefs'd his godhead ev'ry where. 
 
 4 But chiefly in the corner-frone, 
 In man, his image brighteft (hone : 
 A creature, fit to take delight 
 With him in all his works of might. 
 
 5 But, ah ! this harmony e'er long 
 
 Stopt fhort. — Sin enter'd — marr'd the fong : 
 
 Infefted firft the corner-head, 
 
 Then quick thro' all the building fpread* 
 
 6 No human (kill could e'er avail 
 This freting leprofv to heal ; 
 
 No creature's blood, no mortal prieft, 
 Could purge away the noxious peft ; 
 
 7 Dread ruin, louring from on high, 
 With all her bolts of wrath, drew nigh ; 
 
9 
 
 Till that blefs'd day, decreed of heav'n, 
 When from the dead to us was given, 
 
 8 The Lord in human likenefs, made 
 More fit the works of God to head. 
 Then any being could be found 
 
 In all the wide creation round. 
 
 9 This glorious Immanuel 
 
 With wretched man vouchfaf'd to dwell, 
 Took on himfelf our lepro fy, 
 And felt its word malignity : 
 
 10 Shut out from God, and Ifr'eV% camp, 
 His fpirit felt a fearful damp : 
 
 With our plagues fill'd, a loathfome cup 
 Was giv'n to him > — he drank it up, 
 
 ii This draught, invenom'd with the curfe,. 
 Soon left him breathlefs on the crofs ; 
 The blood gufh'd from his peirced fide, 
 And firft himfelf it purify'd. 
 
 12 Then having fprinkled ev'ry ftone, 
 He, as head-corner was laid on : 
 Thus, of God's temple ev'ry whit, 
 Speaks forth his praiie, in Chrift compleat. 
 
 13 Two guiltlefs birds were captive led 
 To paint this truth ; the one was bled ; 
 One dipt in blood, to heav'n let loofe : 
 That blood reftor'd th' unha'ilow'd houfe. 
 
 14 The whole creation evermore 
 Stands now more glorious than before, 
 Knit by a corner-ftone, through which 
 No evil can the building touch. » 
 
 15 Ye rnorning-ftars renew your notes. 
 Triumphing o'er ail Satan's plots, 
 
Christian songs. 53 
 
 n concert with the church of God, 
 Vho Ihew the worth of Jefus' blood. 
 
 6 Sin's but a paufe put in your fong, 
 ro make the following notes more ftrong j 
 rhe Juft, the Saviour, ftiines more bright 
 fhan in the fire, the air, the light. 
 
 SONG XIV. 
 
 THIS is the day the firft ripe fheaf 
 Before the Lord was wav'd ; 
 And Chrift, firft-fruits of them who flcpt, 
 Was from the dead receiv'd ^ 
 
 2 In name of all for whom he dy'd, 
 
 That after him they may 
 
 Rife when he comes, a harveft full 
 
 Of life that lalts for aye. 
 
 3 And, as the truth of the firft-fruits* 
 
 The Spirit came, this day 
 
 Of that glad feafl, a comforter 
 
 With us on earth to ftay - y 
 
 4 An earned of th' inheritance, 
 
 Ev'n that fame heav'nly red, 
 Where Jefus entVing, hath from thence 
 Us with the firft-fruits bleft. 
 
 5 Then let us keep the day of reft : 
 
 Our works for us are done : 
 The feventh day Sabbath is no more ; 
 The earthly reft is gone. 
 
 6 To th' heav'nly reft let's follow him, 
 
 Whofe death hath pav'd the way ; 
 And, with the whole creation, groan 
 Fqr that redemption-day. 
 
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 SONG XV. 
 
 THY worthiness is all our fong, 
 O Lamb of God ! for thou waft flain j 
 And by thy blood bought'ft us to God, 
 Out of each nation, tribe, and tongue ; 
 To our God mad'ft us kings and priefts, 
 And we fhall reign upon the earth. 
 
 c Salvation to our God, who fhines 
 
 In face of Jefus on the throne, 
 
 The only juft and merciful : 
 
 Salvation to the worthy Lumb, 
 
 With loud voice, all the church afcribes i 
 
 Amen I fay angels round the throne. 
 
 2 To him who lov'd us, and wafh'd 
 Us from our own fins in his own blood, 
 And who hath made us kings and priefts, 
 To his own Father and his God, 
 The glory and dominion be 
 To him eternally. Amen ! 
 
 SONG XVI*. 
 
 N this one aft redemption fhines ! 
 
 In all its parts compleat ; 
 Eternal Love ! all thy ddigns 
 
 Heie vicw'd at once do meet. 
 
 2 This fhews the covenant of peace 
 Firm feal'd, and ratify 'd : 
 
 Here opens all that ftore of grace 
 By which we're juttifyM. 
 
 * Tiiis Song idejs to tnc LoiU's Sapper. 
 
CHRISTIAN SONGS. 2 
 
 3 Here God invariably Juft 
 
 And holy doth appear ; 
 Here he fhines forth the Jealous God, 
 Who clearing doth not clear. 
 
 4 Great God ! did e'er thy Juftice fhine 
 
 With luch unfully'd flame, 
 As when the Son of God for fin 
 A facrifice became ? 
 
 5 When we this broken body fee, 
 
 And this fhed blood behold ; 
 Tho' vile, O holy God ! to thee 
 Approaching, we are bold. 
 
 6 For now, thy throne, firnam'd of grace, 
 
 No longer doth affright : 
 Thy fatiate Juflice now gives place 
 To Mercy thy delight. 
 
 7 Becaufe th' all-worthy Son of God 
 
 His brethren's flefh put on ; 
 And their whole guilt (a dreadful load) ! 
 Accounted as his ow r n. 
 
 8 Each fin of theirs' fill'd his pure foul 
 
 With agonies of fharne - y 
 To purge their fouls, which were mofc foul, 
 And clear them from all blame. 
 
 9 What anguifh mud the Father's wrath 
 
 Give fuch a loving Son ! 
 The blot of guilt was double death 
 To this mod holy One : 
 
 10 Gonfcious of all his brethi 
 
 Before the righteous God 
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 c 
 
 Fie groans : his fweat falls to the ground, 
 Like heavy drops of blood. 
 
 1 1 God faw our guilt collected meet 
 
 On Jefus in our name j 
 His fury burnt with fervent heat, 
 
 His jealoufy did flame 3 
 
 xi At once, to fhew his vengeance juft, 
 
 He fumrnon'd all his wrath ; 
 Indignant glory rofe ; he curft, 
 
 And frown'd the Lord to death. 
 
 33 This fpreads our table, fills our cup, 
 
 Salvation without bound ! 
 The frown is paft ! Now joy's laid up 
 
 Our fufPring God to crown ! 
 
 14 Shall e'er the vileft finner, clad 
 
 In all his worth, Great God ! 
 Be clamn'd ? No. — Thou canft ne'er forget 
 
 The cry of Jefus' blood. 
 
 SONG XVII. 
 
 AY, Faith, who bleeds on yonder tree ? 
 Know'ft thou that vifage marr'd and torn ? 
 My Lord, my God ! Ye angels, fee 
 
 Your dread Creator crown'd with thorn ! 
 
 £ Step nearer ; view thefe ghafdy wounds ! 
 
 See how his yearning bowels move ! 
 See how his breaking heart abounds 
 
 With dreaming pledges of his love ! 
 
 3 Lord ! what are we, that we are lov'd 
 Till wrath pour on thee all its ftorms ? 
 
 Thou grafp'ft us faft in death unmov'd ; 
 Nor hell can tear us from thy arms. 
 
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 4 Hark ! ah ! -that mournful loud complaint ! 
 To his forfaking God he cries ! 
 
 His horrors fhake the earth ! lo ! rent 
 The vail ! the fun in darknefs dies. 
 
 5 With horror, nature, fee thy God, 
 Who bade thee be, groan and expire ! 
 
 Mourn fun; at his almighty nod 
 Thy beams (hot firft refulgent fire. 
 
 6 Aftonifh'd earth with trembling fhook ; 
 Rocks' dreadful bofoms burft and rend ; 
 
 The holy eleft angels ftoop ; 
 And all in filence wait the end. 
 
 7 Juftice divine ! for all we owe, 
 Tho' fums imrnenfe are multiply'd, 
 
 A broad difcharge, blood-Ieal'd, we'll {how : 
 " 'Tis finifh'd !" Jefus faid, and dy'd. 
 
 SONG XVIII. 
 
 THO' loads of guilt oppress my foul, 
 And make me to complain j 
 Tho' floods of forrows on me roll, 
 And caufe me cry for pain ; 
 
 2 Tho' wretched and diftrefs'd I am, 
 
 All darknefs and all fear ; 
 And tho' I fee myfelf fhut out 
 From life, and hell appear ; 
 
 3 One ray of light, (hot from the fun 
 
 Of righteoufnefs, can warm 
 My frozen foul, reftore the day, 
 
 And all my fears difarm. ij 
 
 4 'Tis. his to bring reviving warmth, 
 
 lere coldnefs fat before, 
 
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 And ufher in the day on thofe 
 
 Who mourn'd in darknefs fore, 
 
 5 Thus lightened, I lift my head, 
 
 And caft my eyes around, 
 
 With joy behold the glorious fcenes 
 
 Which in the day abound. 
 
 6 I'm pleas'd, and happy, and lay down 
 
 To bafk me in his rays ; 
 And wiih no intervening cloud 
 May hide him from my eyes. 
 
 S O * N G XIX. 
 ![¥ 7J-IILE I m y merit all explore, 
 
 V V To eafe my confcience wounded fore -, 
 That fruitlefs talk, thou fay'ft, give o'er, 
 And take up the crofs, and follow me. 
 
 2, For Tin place of finners flood 
 A fpotlefs facrifice to God, 
 To purge their ^confcience, by my blood ; 
 Then take up the crofs, and follow me, 
 
 3 All righteoufnefs is fully wrought ; 
 The Ranfbm's paid, Salvation bought : 
 Partake reft to thy foul for nought, 
 
 And take up the crofs, and follow me. 
 
 4 When guilt, with agonizing pain, 
 Thy confcience wounds, behold me flain - 9 
 Lo ! I from death am brought again ; 
 
 Then take up the crofs, and follow me. 
 
 5 Fear not, o'er hell and death I reign \ 
 Your griefs I bear, I feel your pain ; 
 Becaufe I live, your life obtain ; 
 
 Then take up the crofs, and follow me. 
 
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 6 'Twas Jefus fpoke ; the thrilling found 
 A Dalfam was to ev'ry wound ; 
 
 Thy voice gave life, and pow'r I found, 
 To take up the crofs, and follow thee. 
 
 7 A flood of joy, till now unknown, 
 O'erwhelm'd my heart, andiilPd my tongue \ 
 My foul dwelt on that melting fong, 
 
 I'll take up the crofs, and follow thee. 
 
 8 What glory faw I now in him, 
 Who fhed his blood to purge all tin ; 
 Salvation fwell'd my foul to brim ! 
 
 I'll take up the crofs, and follow thee. 
 
 9 By faith, O Jefus, let me rife, 
 And feek the things above the fkies ; 
 O let me ne'er apoftatize, 
 
 From bearing the crofs, to follow thee. 
 
 10 Till with thy patient faints I fing, 
 
 Grave ! where' s thy viSlory ? death ! thy fling ? 
 Thou mak'ft all conquerors to reign, 
 Who take up the crofs, and follow thee. 
 
 SONG XX. Part I. 
 
 YE nations hear, 'tis God doth call : 
 Ye flaves, ye kings of ev'rv tongue, 
 Give ear ; the theme concerns you all ; 
 The great filiation is my fong. 
 
 2 'Tis not for this, or that renlm, — 
 
 'Tis no fuch mean contracted fche.ne,— * 
 
 Let ev'ry tongue adopt the Pfalm ; 
 'I he QQinmou fi&ty is my theme -, 
 
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 3 That grand deliverance then difplay'd, 
 By God's dear Son, the Prince of Peace, 
 
 When, rifing from the grave, he laid 
 To his elev'n, with lips of grace ; 
 
 4 All hail ! my brethren, peace to you : 
 That perfect blifs my Father hath, 
 
 He gives to me, I give to you ; 
 For I have turn'd away his wrath. 
 
 5 Your works are finifird by my hand j 
 Your debt is paid, your fin forgiv'n \ 
 
 And, lo ! I now afcend to ftand 
 Your ever-faithful friend in heav'n. 
 
 6 Ye fee I live, who once was fiain : 
 Tell all the world the gladfome news ; 
 
 That God is reconcile to men, 
 
 Barbarians^ Greeks^ as well as Jews : 
 
 7 In deferrr, towns, to ev'ry kind, 
 O'er ev'ry mountain, ev'ry plain, 
 
 Tell, my (a vation's not confin'd 
 To any rank or fort of men. 
 
 8 Speak boldly in my name to all : 
 My word with equal force prevails 
 
 On wife, on fools, on great, on fmall ; 
 The mountains level, raife the vales. 
 
 9 Regard not how the news may pleafe 
 The fons of pride, who make their boaft 
 
 Of wifdom, wealth, and worldly eafe ; 
 Nor think your labour will be loft. 
 
 io Dream not in all the apoftate race, 
 
 A wcli-diipofcd heart to find, 
 To welcome or improve my grace : 
 
 Hope nothing from the human mind. 
 
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 11 The great reward of all my pain 
 Stands not on fuch precarious ground : 
 
 Thus not one foul fhould life obtain -, 
 Thus all my pangs were fruitlefs found. 
 
 Part IL 
 
 HE who furveys the heart of man, 
 Who teftifies 'tis only ill, 
 Would ne'er have form'd his laving plan, 
 On ought depending on man's will. 
 
 2 God, in his mercy y purpos'd hath, 
 (And God's falvation ftandeth lure) 
 
 To blefs all nations ; and my death 
 Hath made their bleffednefs fecure. 
 
 3 All my redeem'd fare mercies boaft : 
 Fur Co his will who fent me is, 
 
 Of all I've giv'n* let none be loft ; 
 But raife them to eternal blifs. 
 
 4 The glad report, my foul, embrace ; 
 The blefs 'd decree, my foul, adore -, 
 
 Here may I all my comfort place, 
 
 When heart and flefh can aid no more,, 
 
 5 Away with that redemption lame, 
 Which with falvation is not crown'd ; 
 
 I fcorn the narrow-bounded fcheme -, 
 My foul abhors th' infipid found. 
 
 6 How vain that univerfal grace, 
 Which doth no certain blifs bellow 5 
 
 Which leaves the univerfal race 
 Expcs'd to univerfal wo ! 
 
 7 The grace of God in Jefus fhown, 
 Mod fure falvation brings along i 
 
32 CHRISTIAN SONGS. 
 
 Salvation to our God alone, 
 Of ev'ry tribe ihall be the fong. 
 
 8 Is any heart fo black, fo foul. 
 Excluded here ? 'Tis furely mine : 
 
 But who's that narrow-hearted foul 
 God's common fafety dares confine ? 
 
 9 Who dares confine it unto them, 
 Who boaft a will difpos'd to embrace ? 
 
 Who boaft a mind of better frame 
 
 T' improve the influence of his grace ? 
 
 io Who can by merit God prevent ? 
 
 Let him ftand forth for recompence : 
 But, Lord, for ever, ever grant 
 
 Preventing grace be my defence, 
 
 I 1 Be that redemption mine for aye, 
 
 Which from the dreadful curfe doth free ; 
 
 That, with the whole redeem'd I may, 
 The praife of all afcribe to thee. 
 
 SONG XXL 
 
 HE who would enter into life, 
 Muft firft himfelf deny, 
 As loft in Adam, felf-deftroy'd, 
 And juftly doom'd to die. 
 
 2 No pray'rs nor tears can aid us here, 
 
 All human worth muft fail \ 
 No godly thoughts, nor warm defires 
 Nor feelings ought avail. 
 
 3 God fays in my beloved Son 
 
 I fully am weil pleas'd : 
 
 The (inner hears, and credits chis; 
 
 And fo his foul is eas'd. 
 
CHRISTIAN SONGS. 33 
 
 4 Then love to God in Jefus Chrift, 
 
 To all his'faints, and words, 
 Confirms, and proves unfeigned faith, 
 And joyful hope affords. 
 
 5 Thus, Lord, let us thy word believe : 
 
 Grant us the love of God ; 
 And when our hearts and ftrength do fail, 
 With thee be our abode. 
 
 SONG XXII. Isaiah, Chap. xi. xii. 
 
 FROM^'s humble item fhall fhoot 
 A glorious branch ; but firft lopt off 
 It fhall be from its native root, 
 Then for an enfign rais'd aloft. 
 
 2 Upon Mount Zion he fhall fit ; 
 
 His voice fhall reach remotefc lands ; 
 At hearing, nations fhall fubmit, 
 
 And, lift'ning, wait his dear commands, 
 
 1 3 His lips drop wifdom ; righteoufhefs, 
 
 And truth divine, begird his loins ; 
 And wich abundant peace, he'll blefs 
 The happy folk o'er whom he reigns. 
 
 4 No hurtful beafts fhall then annoy, — 
 All jarring feuds fhall melt away > 
 
 The child fhall with the viper toy ; — 
 The lambs with lions frifk and play. 
 
 5 Then fhall he fet the poor on high, 
 And part the rig' » ?ous from the vile : 
 
 No gloomy ftorm fnall rend the fky, 
 But an eternal day fhall fmile. 
 
 6 Thou prince, fhalt fing in that blefs'd age, 
 Jihovah, I'll thy praife make known, 
 
34 CHRISTIAN SONGS. 
 
 Thy word's fulfill'd -, take up thy pledge, 
 And claim thy being as thy own : 
 
 7 Becaufe thy wrath againft me burn'd, 
 My folks' fins fiercely to reprove ; 
 
 Becaufe thy wrath away is turn'd, 
 And thou haft me folac'd with love, 
 
 8 God my falvation is ; behold, 
 
 And fhare with me, my ranfom'd throng i 
 Beyond all fear, Til now be bold, 
 Jehovah is my ftrength and fong. 
 
 9 Here let your feafted eyes remain j 
 See ! God is my falvation ; 
 
 Now I'm refrefh'd from all my pain, 
 To fee his glory rais'd thereon. 
 
 10 His glorious perfections all, 
 
 So wond'roufly fumm'd up in love, 
 Now, to my foul, once ferv'd with gall, 
 An ocean full of pleafure prove. 
 
 11 Ye meek ones from the fount of blifs, 
 Which without meafure in me dwells, 
 
 Draw now falvation to your wifh, 
 As from fo many living wells. 
 
 12 And ye fhall fing in that glad day, 
 Praife ye Jehovah ; let his name, 
 
 Who is the great I AM, your flay, 
 Fm! ever your delightful theme : 
 
 13 And make his works done mightily, 
 Among all people to be i;nown -, 
 
 And ever keep in memory, 
 .His name exalted is alone. 
 
 14 Jehovah fing, the man of war, 
 Whofe right hand hath done valiantly, 
 
CHRISTIAN SUJNUS. 35 
 
 Amazing deeds, excelling far 
 
 The wonders wrought at the Red fea. 
 
 15 And this in all the earth is known : 
 Rejoice with (houts, O Zion's bride ; 
 
 For great is Ifr'el's Holy One, 
 
 Within thy courts who doth refide. 
 
 SONG XXIII. 
 
 LE T the faints all rejoice and exult in their king, 
 To Jefus with (homing and melody fing ; 
 For Tinners' redemption his life's blood he gave, 
 And the faithful true witnefs will never deceive. 
 
 2 His blood's all your boafting, his blood fried for you 
 With confidence trufl him, — his words are all true; 
 For he feal'd with his blood ev'ry promife he gave, 
 And the faithful true witnefs will never deceive. 
 
 3 He promis'd a crown, when he left you the crofs, 
 And he with a kingdom rewards all your lofs : 
 
 To glory he leads, while clofe to him you cleave, 
 And the faithful true witnefs will never deceive. 
 
 4 How glorious to follow our dear fufF'ring God ? 
 Thro' great tribulation, the path which he trod I 
 His faithful redeem'd in that path follow'd have, 
 And the faithful true witnefs did never deceive. 
 
 $ When he calls you afflictions and forrows to bear, 
 He feeh thefe afflictions ; he wipes ev'ry tear : 
 Thro' fire and thro' water he never will leave, 
 For the faithful true witnefs will never deceive. 
 
 6 He promis'd more grace, that you fall not away, 
 And his blood is plighted for your life for aye ; 
 He lives wholly for you, what more can you crave? 
 And the faithful true witnefs will never deceive. 
 
 7 His word (lands mod fure, / ccme quickly again, 
 He now waits to hear you refound your Amen : 
 Of that hope of glory he'll never bereave, 
 For the faithful true witnefs will never deceive. 
 
36 CHRISTIAN SONGS. 
 
 8 That he'll change your vile body he caus'd you to hope, 
 Like his glorious body he fhall raife you up. 
 All fhining in glory, redeemed from the grave ; 
 And the faithful true witnefs will never deceive. 
 
 SONG XXIV. 
 
 AWAKE, O Zion's daughter ! rife; 
 Shake off thy duft ; no more repine -, 
 Let gladnefs fparkle in thine eyes, 
 In all thy faireft garments fhine. 
 
 2 Behold thy King, expefted long, 
 In humble pomp at length appears ; 
 
 Amidft yon praifing infant throng, 
 His meek majeftic head he rears. 
 
 3 No fiery deed he rides ; he fways 
 No tinfel rod of earthly reign : 
 
 A colt, ne'er us'd 'till now, conveys 
 To thee thy lowly Prince divine. 
 
 4 Here's no vain croud, no gaudy {how : 
 Babes, taught of heav'n, refound his praife ; 
 
 His paths the Galileans ftrow 
 
 With branches of triumphing peace. 
 
 5 With ardent zeal to crown the law, 
 He 'enters grand ! fee there he is ! 
 
 His prefence ftrikes a gen'ral awe ; 
 The wonder circles, Who is this ? 
 
 6 He vifits now his Father's houfe, 
 And fhews himlelf the fon and heir; 
 
 He frowns away all vile abufe, 
 
 Smiles on his babes who praife him there. 
 
 7 This firft day of the week, he fhews 
 A pledge of joys before unknown, 
 
CHRISTIAN SONGS. 37 
 
 When he fhould rife, and wide diffufe 
 The oil of joy among hi3 own. 
 
 3 The blind and lame by him reliev'd, 
 His faving light and ftrength proclaim ; 
 
 His foes with fhame and fpite are griev'd, 
 To fee his works and hear his fame. 
 
 9 Hofanna ! thronging myriads fhout, 
 Jehovah brings falvation nigh : 
 
 Hofanna ! ev'ry babe crys out, 
 Jehovah, fend profperity. 
 
 10 To him, who, in Jehovah's name, 
 Draws nigh to fave, all praife belongs : * 
 
 Peace reigns in heav'n with ev'ry beam 
 Of glory in the Higheft Ones. 
 
 1 1 Salvat on unto David's fan ; 
 All bleffing unto J/rel's King: 
 
 His kingdorft- bleffed be alone, 
 
 And blefs'd the people of his reign. 
 
 12 To praife thejuft and faving King, 
 How blefs'd to be a little child ! 
 
 When he in glory comes to reign, 
 
 Then all his babes {hall kings be ftil'd. 
 
 13 In all the earth how worthy is, 
 Jehovah, our dear Lord, thy name ! 
 
 From infant lips thou perfe£t'it praife, 
 Thy ftrength, to put thy foes to fhame. 
 
 S O N G XXV. 
 
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 EE vonder crofs ! come, turn afidc 
 ;ht 
 
 D 
 
 And this great fj.^ht behold : 
 
: S CHRISTIAN SONGS/ 
 
 The veh'ment flames of wrath divine 
 On Chrift the man take hold. 
 
 2 This bufh did burn 'midft fierceft flames ; 
 
 Yet unconfum'd it ftood : 
 The man Almighty wrath fuftains ; 
 Becaufe the man was God, 
 
 3 A while his body lifelefs lay, 
 
 To fhew the flame was dire - 9 
 But uncorrupted foon it rofr ; 
 His body quench'd the fire. 
 
 4 That hour, on all his church unite 
 
 With him, the flame did rufh ; 
 And not a branch nor twig was burnt, 
 For God was in the bufh. 
 
 5 Tho' <rui!t, in all your fufFrlngs, makes 
 
 You brambles for the fire; 
 
 Yet God, in midft of you, preferves 
 
 From all that wrath entire. 
 
 6 Then follow Chrift 'midftsfioods and flames ; 
 
 With him go dauntlefs $iro' : 
 Nor floods, nor flames, repeE'd the love 
 He, gracious, bare to you. 
 
 7 Are ye like Ifr'el, well nigh crufh'd 
 
 With burdens, fins, and foes ? 
 To £lear your path, he'll part the deeps, 
 
 And on your en'mies clofe. 
 
 • 
 
 8 Shrink not altho' the furnace burn 
 
 With feven time<> heated flame ; 
 The Son of God will tend you there* 
 Who fuff'ring overcame. 
 
 9 He quickly comes, from all your pains 
 
 To give you blefs'd repofe : 
 
CHRISTIAN SONGS. $9 
 
 And then, with pow'rful hand he'll turn 
 The flame upon your foes. 
 
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 SONG XXVI. 
 
 WHEN to my fight, thou GOD, appears, 
 I'm fiird with Hidden fear : 
 Thy juftice, with uplifted arm, 
 O'erwhelms me with defpair. 
 
 2 The former figns of grace no more 
 
 Relieve my troubled heart ; 
 And paft experiences of love 
 Add torture to my fmart. 
 
 3 What (hall I do ? my pray'rs and tears 
 
 Are impious in thy fight : 
 I am remov'd from thee as far 
 As d-rknefs from the fight. 
 
 4 Is there no room for mercy left ? 
 
 Is grace for ever gone ? 
 I'll mind the years of thy right hand, 
 And wonders thou haft done : 
 
 5 How to be one with fons of men, 
 
 Immayiuel did not fcorn ; 
 And how from Mary's virgin womb 
 The holy child was born : 
 
 6 I'll mind the greatnefs of that love 
 
 Which in his bread did burn, 
 When all the wrath of God for fin 
 Upon his foul did turn. 
 
 % 7 When God's own well-beloved Son 
 
 ? Went mourning to the grave, 
 dy'd accurs'd for fin, that grace 
 Might dying Jinners fave. 
 
4 o CHRISTIAN SONGS. 
 
 8 See from the dead the Prince of life 
 
 In glory bright appears ! 
 
 No further proof of love I'll feek j 
 
 This quiets all my fears. 
 
 9 This ftream of light within the cloud 
 
 Sure token is of grace : 
 Where wrath did frown, fee mercy fmiles 
 From Jovely Jefus' face. 
 
 10 This fign of love my foul relieves -, 
 
 'Tis eafe from all my pain : 
 I will not blu Hi to fee thee, God, 
 Becaufe the Lamb was flain. 
 
 S ON G XXVII. 
 
 O W fweet's the grace that doth appear, 
 
 In healing finners (tr.ay'd from God ! 
 How oft that fight may we behold, 
 
 Where Jah himfelf makes his abode ! 
 His tender mercies, like himfeif 
 
 Our utrnofl flretch of thought furpafs ; * 
 Where we expedled wrath and frowns, 
 
 There he difcov'reth love and grace, 
 
 Which fhines to us in Jelus' face. . 
 
 ■2 Thus, when the youngeft fon with fhame 
 
 Seeks ways to plead his father's grace ; 
 His father eyes him yet afar, 
 
 And meets him with a fond embrace ; 
 His mouth he flops with kindeft kifs, 
 
 With fineft robe doth him invert, 
 His hunger by rich food allays, - 
 
 And mirth fucceeds, to glad the feaft. 
 
 Thus grace to.rebels is expreft. 
 
CHRISTIAN SONGS. 41 
 
 SONG XXVIII. 
 
 TH E death of God, who death o'ercame, 
 Doth fire our love, our lufts deftroy -, 
 The praifes of the worthy Lamb 
 
 Our tongues fhall ever fpeak with joy ; 
 His blefled merit now doth fhine ! 
 And we're poflefs'd of worth divine. 
 
 1 Tho' floods of guilt our fouls invade, 
 A wounded conscience pain us fore, 
 
 We'll fay the ranfom's fully paid, 
 And juflice can demandaio more : 
 
 Juftice and mercy now do meet, 
 
 And our falvation is compleat. 
 
 3 In midft of deepeft grief we'll fmg : 
 For boundlefs mercy fvvells the fong ; 
 
 We'll foar aloft on fwifteft wiirg, 
 And join the heav'nly choir among : 
 
 This blefled harmony alone 
 
 Holds heav'n and earth in union. 
 
 S O N G. XXIX. 
 
 WHEN Jefus fhall a fecond time 
 Appear, to judge the man of fin, 
 And to reward his faithful faints, 
 
 Whofe joyful reign fhall then begin -, 
 
 The feparation of the feeds 
 Shall then moflv evident appear; 
 No hypocrite fhall then lie hid : 
 Take heed, for now the time draws near> 
 
 3 As^-om a rock's flupendous height. 
 The eagle doth defcry her prey ; 
 D 2 
 
42 CHRISTIAN SONGS. 
 
 She with her young fucks up the blood 
 And where the ilain is, there are they : 
 
 4 So when the Lamb who once was (lain, 
 And by his blood bought us to God, 
 
 Shall in his glory come again : 
 The faints fliall flock to his abode. 
 
 5 Then they who feafted here below, 
 By Faith upon his flefh and blood, 
 
 Shall ever fill'd be with his love, 
 And fully y?* that God is good. 
 
 6 Then let us, patient, wait for him, 
 
 Say with the church, Come quickly , Lord ; 
 To fuch the righteous crown he'll give, 
 As promis'd in his faithful word. 
 
 SON G XXX. 
 
 LE T Poets fing of bafe amours, 
 And all their airy fables tell, 
 Adorning fhame with gaudy flow'rs, 
 And ferving the defigns of hell. 
 
 a A nobler theme becomes the men 
 Who know the charms of divine love ; 
 
 A graver ftile beft fuits their pen 
 Who have a tafte for joys above. 
 
 3 The divine lover, and his fpoufe, 
 Their marriage is a lofty theme, 
 
 Meet only for the heav'nly mufe, 
 
 And thofe fir'd with the facred flame : 
 
 4 They only can the beauties fee 
 
 Which are difplay'd in him who chofe, . 
 Tho' he was God, a man to be, 
 
 That he might feck and find his fpoufe. 
 
CHRISTIAN SONGS. 43 
 
 5 For him, who, in the form of God, 
 Had been before the world began, 
 
 And then in flefh made his abode, 
 And fhew'd himfelf in form of man, 
 
 6 No match was found. But he to have, 
 By purchafe dear his wifh'd-for bride, 
 
 His life for her mod freely gave ; 
 And fhe came of his pierced fide. 
 
 7 Thus Eve from fleeping Adams fide, 
 A comely form was brought to him : 
 
 He waking, his own likenefs fpy'd ; 
 
 And knowing well from whence fhe came, 
 
 8 Bone of my bone, flefh of my flefh, 
 This is, faid he, and let her name, 
 
 Deriv'd from mine, ferve to exprefs 
 Her rife from me, another fame. 
 
 9 For this, a man his parents dear 
 Shall leave, and unto one remain, 
 
 Join'd as his wife, in bond mod near ; 
 One flefh they are, and no more twain. 
 
 io A better fource, Chrift in his death 
 Of being, to his mate doth prove : 
 
 And rifing from the dead, he hath 
 Found the fair objeft of his love : 
 
 1 1 Where fin and death's deformity 
 Had been, behold ! a living form, 
 
 His image fhevvs in purity, 
 
 And beauty fuch as doth him charm. 
 
 i~ From his great Father he came forth A 
 And left his mother-church of Jews, 
 
 To join the church which hath her worth 
 From hun, and cleave to her his lpoufe. 
 
44 CHRISTIAN SONGS. 
 
 13 The name he gave her; doth declare 
 That fhe's of him, and with him one 
 
 In divine fpirit, as they fhare 
 
 In flelh and blood ; fuch nearnefs none. 
 
 14 A firmer band than mingled clay;; 
 A tie divine knits the blefs'd pair, 
 
 In union which fhall laft for aye : 
 My foul, in this have thou thy fliare. 
 
 SONG XXXL 
 
 O JESUS! the glory, the wonder, and love, 
 Of angels and. glorify'd ipirits above, 
 And faints, who behold thee not, yet dea:Iy love, 
 
 Rejoicing in hope of thy glory : 
 Thou only, and wholly, art lovely and fair, 
 Who robb'ft not JEHOVAH', with him to compare, 
 JEHOVAH's own image glows in thee ; fhines there 
 In vifible bodily glory. 
 
 Worth divine dwells in thee $ 
 Excellent dignity, 
 Beauty and majefly, 
 Glory environs thee ; 
 Pow'r, honour, dominion, and life, reft on thee, 
 O thou chiefeit among the ten thoufands ! 
 
 2 Where ever we view thee, new glo-ies arife ; 
 
 The man who's God's fellow, who rides on the fei^s, 
 >lade flefh, dwelt among us : brought God near our eyes-i. 
 
 And in grace and truth fhew'd all his glory. 
 Thou fpak'ft to existence the heav'ns anj th :ir hofts, 
 The earth and its fulinefs, the feas and their coaiU ; 
 Time hangs on thy word, and eternity bo^iis 
 
 To crown and adorn thee with glory. 
 Worth, &c. 
 
 3 But how lovely doft thou appear in our eyp$, 
 when in childhood, thou nieci.it. us in that ^^r difguffe t 
 1 hy loves, paft all knowledge, with raptttWW lu.pn/e, 
 
 /ind ravilh our hearts wiiii thy gloiy. 
 In thy blefleJ body on the our led ties, 
 Thou barM all our tins, wuile tny vjjj frownM on thee., 
 
CHRISTIAN SONGS. 45 
 
 Expiring in blood in our ftead ; and lo, we 
 Exult in thy merit and glorv. 
 Worth, &e. 
 
 4 Thy blood all divine from the grave back again, 
 Brought thee, King of glory ; thou Lamb who was flain ! 
 Firil-born of the dead, crown'd with honour fupreme, 
 
 Thy throne is eftablifhed in glory. 
 There reign in thy glory, O thou great ador'd ! 
 Till thy foes, crufh'd under thy feet, be no more; 
 Thy throne fhall triumph over all things reltor'd, 
 
 And eternity blaze with thy glory. 
 Worth, *Sc 
 
 SONG XXXIL 
 
 SA Y, word of truth, why fin and death 
 Among God's works were found ? 
 Why, by a law to finners giv'n. 
 Was fin made to abound ? 
 
 2 Why were the highly favoured Jews 
 
 Abandoned to fulfil 
 The things foretold of Chrift^ and fo 
 The prince or life to kill ? — 
 
 3 It was that mercy might triumph, 
 
 Where fin before did reign ; 
 That, in the darkeft wickednefs, 
 
 The ftrength of grace might fhine. 
 
 4 Why was that nation broken off? 
 
 The Gentiles grafted in ? 
 And thefe again, like Jews, call off 
 By following their fin ? — 
 
 5 It was to ftain the pride of all ; 
 
 Pour fhame on ev'ry face ; 
 That all th' eiefted remnant might 
 Indebted ftai)d to grate* 
 
46 CHRISTIAN SONGS. 
 
 6 And that they all might be built up, 
 
 Thro' faith, an houfe for God, 
 And grace might fnine more bright to them,. 
 When wrath purfues the proud. 
 
 7 O great the depth ! O rich the ftore 
 
 Of knowledge all divine ! 
 Moil perfeft wifdom, thro' the whole, 
 Surprifingly doth ihine ! 
 
 8 Who can his judgments deep fearch out ? 
 
 His awful fteps purfue ? 
 Who was to pry into his thoughts, 
 When firft his plan he drew ? 
 
 9 Who was upon his counfels, when 
 
 His great defigns were laid ? 
 Who hath firft giv'n to him ? — it fhall 
 Mod furely be repaid. 
 
 io For of him, thro' him, all things are. 
 
 And unto him again ; 
 To him all glory be afcrib'd, 
 
 For evermore. Amen. 
 
 % S O N G XXXIII. 
 
 SEE Mercy, Mercy, from on high, 
 Defcends to rebels doom'd to die ! 
 'Tis mercy free which knows no bound : 
 How grand, who gladfome is the found ! 
 
 2 'Tis grace by righteoufnefs that reigns, 
 Where every God-like beauty fhines : 
 So leaves no doubt from whence it came \ 
 Then grace divine we dare it name. 
 
 3 Firft rnercy favour'd mortal view, 
 \Vhen God's own Son an infant grew ; 
 
CHRISTIAN SONGS. 47 
 
 And in its full perfedtion fhone, 
 When dying Jefus cry'd, 'Tis done ! 
 
 4 It triumph'd when from death he rofe, 
 And broke the pow'r of all our foes ; 
 And fince he took his 'eat on hi^h, 
 Now mercy reigns eternally. 
 
 5 Grace down in fhow'rs of mercy fell, 
 plefrefhing thoufands ripe for hell ; 
 Who lately fiil'd with dev hfh wrath, 
 Had doonV-d the Lord of beav'n to death. 
 
 6 Ir courts not men of mighty name, 
 But vifits thofe o'erwheim'd with blame j 
 It ma^es the poorefe wretch look gay, 
 And empty fends tne rich away ! 
 
 7 Let haughty mortals frown and fret, 
 Who fov' reign bouhdleft mercy hate ; 
 1 hro' ail the manfions of the Weft, 
 That mercy only is confett. 
 
 8 Until we join the happy throng, 
 Let boundlefs mercy be our fohg ; 
 And may the mighty God confound 
 ^•^all thofe who dare its courfe to bound. 
 
 9 Ametiy the holy prophets cry ; 
 Amen, th' apoftles loud reply ; 
 
 Amen, thro' all the heav'os goes round ; 
 Amen, let ; us on earth refound. 
 
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 SONG XXXIV. Isaiah Chap. xlii. i_ 4 . 
 
 I* EH OLD, my Servant, whom I fend 
 ) Down from the pure realms of light ; 
 My chofen One, my darling Son, 
 In whom is fix'd my foul's delight. 
 
 
4 # CHRISTIAN SONGS. 
 
 2, My Spirit's fulnefs ever dwells 
 
 On head of this anointed One ; 
 By him my judgment, and my truth, 
 
 To lands remote fnall be made known. 
 
 3 He fhall not cry, nor lift his voice, 
 'Mong crowds to raife the loud alarm ; 
 
 He'll fhun all ftrife for kingly pow'r ; 
 No earthly grandeur fhall him charm. 
 
 4 The bruifed reed he fhall not break, 
 His ftrength in weaknefs to difplay : 
 
 His lovely folk fliall wear his yoke -, 
 His gentle rod they will obey. 
 
 5 The fmoking flax can ne'er expire, 
 For he fuftains the hidden flame -, 
 
 The finking (inner he relieves, 
 
 Who trufts for life his precious Name^ 
 
 6 Yea, many waters cannot quench 
 That fire which burps with feeble ray : 
 
 His kingdom's light which dimly (hines^ 
 Shall blaze like noon-tide of the day. 
 
 7 He judgment unto viftory 
 Shall bring, to put his foes to fhame : 
 
 His brethren then triumphantly 
 Shall fing the glories of his name. 
 
 8 Arife, O Lord, victorious come, 
 In all thy Father's brightness fhine ; 
 
 O come to fave thy faints ! and, Lord, 
 Begin thine everlafling reign. 
 
 SONG XXXV. 
 
 THE Love which thought on helplefs man. 
 Doth angels tongues employ ; 
 
CHR 1ST I AN SONGS. 
 
 The grace which floop'd to Adam's race, 
 The heav'ns doth fill with joy. 
 
 2 This, from eternity, was hid 
 
 In divine Wifdom's bread; 
 The grand defign of mighty Love 
 The church doth manifeft. 
 
 3 When w T e furvey that (lately dome, 
 
 Where heav'nly beauties fhine ; 
 In wonder loft, we mud proclaim 
 The Architedl divine, 
 
 4 The depth's as low as Jesus lay, 
 
 When humbled to the death ; 
 The height's above all heav'ns with him j 
 All things are far beneath. 
 
 £ All in the heav'ns, and on the earth, 
 The breadth well comprehends ■; 
 
 To ev'ry nation, tribe, and tongue, 
 With freedom it extends. 
 
 6 The length from Adam to time's end, 
 
 Thro' ev'ry age doth reach ; 
 The building fhews the love of Christ, 
 Which doth our ken ontfcretch. 
 
 7 Th' angelic throng with raptures view 
 
 Salvation's flrudture rife j 
 By it God's wifdom manifold 
 With wonder ftrikes their e 
 
 6 From ev'ry tribe and ton 
 
 Materials for the frame ; 
 1 Icre ev'ry kind of finners join ; 
 In Christ they arc the fame. 
 
5 When the head-done fhall be brought forth 
 
 Redemption-work to crown ; 
 The faints and angels then fhall fhout, 
 
 Grace! Grace! in high renown. 
 
 SONG XXXVI, 
 
 TE H O V A H the name is of our God alone ; 
 Who was, is., and- fhall be, and change knoweth none ; 
 Jn purpofe, and promife, and deed, he's the fame ; 
 And where he's performing his word, there's his name. 
 
 2 He was Independent in purpofe of grace, 
 Before any being befides him had place ; 
 The fource of all beings, depending on none ; 
 
 I AM, THAT I AM, then he dares fay alone, 
 
 3 He is Independent in that word of grace, 
 Which makes a diftinction among Adam's race ; 
 He will be for ever performing his word, 
 
 And fo fnall his name be for ever ador'd. 
 
 4 In JESUS the purpofe of grace was fure laid ; . 
 In jefus that purpofe is manifel! made ; 
 
 In Jefus the promife (hall furely be done ; 
 
 God's name's in the flam Lamb, in rnidft of the throne. 
 
 x He's Alpha, Omega, the firft and the la ft ; 
 Divine grace, and truth all in Jefus (land faft ; 
 The v/orks of creation all on him depe-nd ; 
 Jn him their beginning they have, and their end. 
 
 6 And that new. creation the church, that's the crown 
 -Of all the divine works, him ever will own ; 
 Jts beginning, and ending ; in him it frauds fure, 
 And leaning all on him, fnall ever endure. 
 
 50 NG XXXVII. Psalm cxxxvii.paraphrafed, 
 
 Y dreams of rivers, broad and ftrong, 
 Which (trength and pleafure do afford 
 ^ o Babel, there we fat among 
 
 eproudeft cn'mies of our Lord* 
 
CHRISTIAN SONGS. 51 
 
 1 But when we Zion call'd to mind, 
 With Shiloh's dreams which foftly go, 
 
 No eafe in Babel we could find. 
 
 And from our eyes fad tears did flow. 
 
 3 Our pleafant harps, in grief of mind, 
 We hung upon the willows there : 
 
 Thefe inftruments were ne'er defign'd 
 In Babel's concert to have (hare. 
 
 4 Our captive-leaders, when they law, 
 Said, why may ye not here take heart ? 
 
 And fing to us beneath our law ? 
 So in our mirth come take a part. 
 
 5 They made us howl, and yet forbade 
 Our groans, and mirth required thus j 
 
 Bring of the mufic Zion had, 
 
 Such part as may beft take with us. 
 
 6 In decent uniformity 
 
 With ours, and no more from your mouth, 
 Complaints of fad calamity, 
 
 Nor antique fongs to us uncouth. 
 
 7 How fhall Jehovah's holy fong 
 Sound from our lips in th' aliens' land ? 
 
 And fongs to Zion which belong 
 In Babel's concert be prophan'd ? 
 
 8 Shall this fill Zion's place? fhall we 
 Take pleafure here, and quite forget 
 
 Our native land, and thoughtlefs be 
 Of Zion's former comely ftate ? 
 
 y Or fhall we never drop a tear 
 Upon her rubbifh and her dull ? 
 dl we for Babel's hope or fear 
 iit our regard to her mod juft ? 
 
a- CHRISTIAN SONGS. 
 
 10 jerufalem ! if in this land, 
 
 I lofe of thee the memory -, 
 Then, for thy fake, let my right hand 
 
 In play lofe all dexterity ! 
 
 ii Yea, unto my mouth's roof let cleave 
 My tongue, no more to move in fong ? 
 
 When, on my heart, I no more have 
 The rights which unto thee belong I 
 
 12 And if I do not Rill take care 
 
 To let Jerufalem above 
 The head of all my joy, that there 
 
 Its joy and crown fhe ftill may prove \ 
 
 *3 As Zion rifes,- fo high fiow 
 
 My joy, but flill beneath that crown > 
 
 And as fhe is cleprefs'd, fall low, 
 
 Arid underneath be thou preft down. 
 
 i i Remember, in Jerusalem's day, 
 His children, Lord, who did defpife 
 
 Tfie birth-right^ and gave it away 
 For one poor rnorfel, to fuffice. 
 
 i s Thefe never could Objection bear 
 To Zion's laws and yoke moil jiitf » 
 
 Tfi&t carnal race, void of God's fear, 
 Said, raze it, raze it, to thetkift. 
 
 . j 6 Ah ! Babel's daughter, painted whore, 
 On many waters let in Hate ; 
 
 ti not (for thou art fecure) 
 Of .him who brings thy dreadful fate, 
 
 r; All blefliags on that righteous One ! 
 
 The Lord's anointed Cyrus true ; 
 Who, as thou unto us hath done ; 
 
 Comes to reward thee quickly now, 
 
CHRISTIAN SONGS. 5^ 
 
 18 Yea, blcflings on him ; for he'll take 
 
 The younger harlots by thy fide, 
 And them in pieces, for our fake, 
 
 Dafh fhall the rock whom we confide. 
 
 SONG XXXVIII. 
 
 THERE'S no name among men, nor angels, fo bright 
 As the name of Jcfus, tne Father's delight ; 
 Tne joy of his children, who lifp out this name, 
 And fweeily its praifes foon learn to proclaim*. 
 
 2 The wonder of angels, whofe choir found it high ; 
 The terror of devils, who far from it fly. 
 
 ''Tis great thro' the whole earth, and highly efteera'd ; 
 As ointment forth poured among the redeem 'd* 
 
 3 The ferpent's feed hate it, while yet 'tis their fear ; 
 By their fpite againft it,, it fhincs the more clear. 
 
 In all gofpel churches this name is ador'd, 
 
 As their fhield and glory, with chearful accord ; 
 
 4 And there 'tisdeclared, the help of dif:refs'd> 
 The hope of the hopelefs, and eafe of opprefs'd. 
 The church of the firft-born, with angels of iighr, 
 Shall found forth its praifes in endlefs delight ; 
 But fully unfolded it can be by none 
 
 But j'efus among them, who knows it alone. 
 
 SONG XXXIX. 
 
 BLEST he ! who chaft'ned, and well taught of God, 
 To lead' and love the heav'n-direfted road : 
 Whofe breaft receives, by heav'n's all-gracious plan, 
 A fober mind, Gad's greateft gift to man. 
 Like him who tho' the fov'reign Lord of all, 
 Yet thus allur'd mankind to hear his call ; 
 
 2 All ye who groan, with fruitlefs labour prelt, 
 Come fee my labour, 1 will give you re It : 
 
 Take up my yoke, and learn the lowly part 
 From me, for me:k and lowly is my heart. 
 E- 2 
 
54 CHRISTIAN SONGS. 
 
 Thus, only thus, your fouls true reft fhall find ; 
 And know my yoke is light, my burden's kind. 
 
 SONG XL. 
 
 SINNERS, running from the truth, 
 May divert their fears a while -, 
 And in crooked paths of youth, 
 Coming forrovv may beguile : 
 But, in icarch of future hope, 
 
 They muft wander, and repine ; 
 In thick darkneis they muft grope, 
 Till preventing mercy fhine, 
 
 2 So, backfliding finners, when 
 
 They from faith apoftatize, 
 And to love grow cold again ; 
 
 Awful darknefs blinds their eyes. 
 Then, in fearch of vanifh'd joy, 
 
 They may toil, and (till complain ; 
 Fruitlefs labours them employ, 
 
 Till that mercy fhines again, 
 
 SONG XLI. 
 
 HEN Ifr'el marched thro' the fea; 
 Their way by heav'n prepar'd ; 
 Between them, and their foes, they had 
 JEHOVAH their rear-guard. 
 
 2 The cloud of glory mov'd behind, 
 
 And by its fplendor bright, 
 Spread light, and joy, o'er all the hofl ; 
 Difpelling far the night. 
 
 3 Yet that fame cloud a gloomy fide 
 
 Prefented to their foes ; 
 
CHRISTIAN SONGS. $S 
 
 Heightening the horrors of the night ; 
 Prefaging deeper woes. 
 
 4 So, that fame glorious word of grace, 
 
 By which the Lord leads forth 
 From Babel's bondage, his redeem'd, 
 To glory in his worth, 
 
 5 Spreads light before, and guards behind ± 
 
 At once, a wall of fire 
 To fhield them round, and in the midft 
 Their glory and defire ; 
 
 6 Ev'n thst fame word, fpreads darknefs wide 
 
 O'er Antichrift's domain ; 
 And, blafting all their glory, makes 
 Them gnaw their tongues for pain. 
 
 7 Then, fear them not, but follow on 
 
 Where that w T ord points the way : 
 Soon comes the Lord to crufh his foes j 
 And give his friends the fway. 
 
 SONG XLII. 
 
 NOW, thron'd on high, the humbled man 
 O'er wide creation reigns : 
 That face, once dark with grief, now bright 
 With heav'nly glory fhines, 
 
 i He's now moft bled at God's right hand, 
 And crown'd as God's own Son ; 
 
 Determin'd King by God's fure oath - 9 
 Sure pledge his work is done. 
 
 3 Sent, by thy high command, he came, 
 
 And in the guilty's place, 
 FulfiU'd thy law, and bore thy wrath : 
 
 O God ! how rich thy grace ! 
 
56 CHRISTIAN SONGS. 
 
 4 Flow far above the ways of man, 
 
 O Lord, thy grand defign I 
 To clothe the guilty fons of men, 
 With righteoufnefs divine ! 
 
 5 O ! what but endlefs life and joy 
 
 Such worth was meet to crown : — 
 Away with ev'ry idol falfe ; 
 
 This fcreens us from thy frown. 
 
 6 This ample lhade can hide us from 
 
 The fury of thine ire ; 
 When all the foes to this lhall be 
 Confum'd with flaming fire. 
 
 7 No more let want of righteoufnefs 
 
 Our guilty, foul opprefs : 
 The righteous work of Chrift's enough 
 To banifh our diftrefs. 
 
 8 O never let us grudge to ftand 
 
 Indebted to this grace, 
 Which can direft our wand'ring fleps 
 Into thy holy place. 
 
 SONG i XLIII.' 
 
 EH OLD the Traitor is gone forth 
 To work his dark defigns ; 
 The Son of man's now glorify'd ; 
 God's glory in him fhines ! . 
 
 i If God be glorify'd in him, ( 
 
 The fure effeft lhall be r 
 Him in himfclf he'll glorify ; 
 
 And this ye foon fhall fee. 
 
 3 Thus fpake the Lord, before his death, 
 To caufe his friends attend 
 
CHRISTIAN SONGS. 57 
 
 To that event, at which all heav'n 
 Doth wonder without end. 
 
 4 Thus faid ; — his virtue flood the fhock 
 
 Of darkneTs' pow'rs combin'd -, 
 Virtue was ne'er io- try'd before,. 
 Nor fo triumphant fhin'd. 
 
 5 Not heav'n and earth, when all their hod 
 
 Firft into order rofe, 
 Obedient as commanded, could 
 So much of God difcJofe. 
 
 6 Their fteady courie while they maintained,. 
 
 Or changed at his word, 
 Such glorious honour to his will 
 Ne'er did, nor could afford. 
 
 7 Here, all the glories of that love, 
 
 Which all perfection claims, 
 He brought to view, here in its ftrength 
 Each Godlike beauty beams. 
 
 8 Sure, as foretold, th! effeft appear'd j 
 
 Earth quak'dj he from the dead 
 Was by the father's glory rais'd, 
 O'er all things to be head. 
 
 9 His friends beheld him mount to heav'n. 
 
 And as he piere'd the fky, 
 The glory met him to conduct 
 Him to his throne on high; 
 
 10 He thence to them the Spirit fent 
 
 Hin ho glorify 'd, 
 
 That of his glory they might be 
 By fearing certify 'd -, 
 
 1 1 to declare 
 God did prize 
 
58 CHRISTIAN SONGS. 
 
 That lovely lowly charafter 
 
 Which mortals did defpife : 
 
 12 That all his chofen finding joy 
 Where God's good pleafure lyes, 
 
 Wean'd from the earth, might place their hope 
 With him above the fkies. 
 
 SONG XLIV. 
 
 WHEN I my wicked heart furvey, 
 And courfe of life from day to day $ 
 There's nought to meet my wretched view, 
 But fin, and death, its proper due. 
 
 2 My heart's a fource of ev'ry ill, 
 Averfe to all that's good my will ; 
 And pride, by which the angels fell, 
 Proclaims aloud, I'm ripe for hell. 
 
 3 Oh ! can a wretch, fo vile, fo blind, 
 So ripe for hell, forgivenefs find ? 
 There's not a wretch who breaths the air, 
 Has ftronger reafons to defpair. 
 
 4 But honour, praife, and glory, rife 
 To him who reigns abbve the fkies ! 
 To pardon guilt of deepeft ftains, 
 Unbounded mercy ever reigns ! 
 
 5 The mighty God, Immanuel, 
 Deign'd on this earth with men to dwell y 
 That finners might be freed from guilt, 
 The blood of God's own Son was fpilt* 
 
 6 His chofen he redeem'd from death, 
 When he for them refign'd his breath : 
 Bearing the curfe, the wrath divine, 
 That merry might for ever fhinr. 
 
7 See from the dead the firft-born come ! 
 The Lord of life has burft the tomb ! 
 To all the world, from this bleft hour, 
 Declar'd the Son of God with pow'r. 
 
 8 When he had his difciples bleft, 
 Who wurfhip'd him, their God confeft, 
 To his reward in heav'n he rofe^ 
 
 In name and ftead of all he chofe. 
 
 9 At God's right hand moft blefied made, 
 The man of forrows now made glad, 
 
 His kingdom ftands ; his reign is fure ; 
 His worth for ever doth endure. 
 
 io This is enough ; — 'tis all we need § ? 
 The Lord of life is ris'n indeed : 
 The vikft wretch who breathes the air, 
 Has now no r^afon to defpair ! 
 
 it O may our joy and boafting be 
 In him, who dy'd upon the tree : 
 May the redemption fhi.ning there, '• 
 For ever fhield us from defpair. 
 
 SONG XLV. Acts Chap. i. ver. 9, 10, 1 1, 
 
 WH Y Galileans -ftand ye now 
 Up gazing to the fky ? 
 The Saviour's gone from mortal view, 
 
 To Zion mount on high ! 
 You faw him (lain a facrifice : 
 
 He now High Pried is known 
 'n, to appear for you ; 
 nd fend the blefling down. 
 
 ber well his laft adieu ; 
 I oft his 'frier lind 
 
66 CHRISTIAN £ O N G S. 
 
 How you with lifted hands he blefs'd, 
 And fhew'd his heart fo kind. 
 
 How, as he blefs'd, he mounted up, 
 And met the cloud of light \ 
 
 So be aflur'd he'll come again 
 In heav'nly glory bright ! 
 
 3 Then gaze not here, nor think till then 
 
 Your eyes can fee his face : 
 Xeep his commands ; go tarry where 
 
 Himfelf aflign'd the place.. 
 They went ; — the promis'd Spirit came \ 
 
 Their friends were multiply'd : 
 3 Midft all their fufFrings gladnefs reign'd j 
 
 And God they glorify'd. 
 
 SONG XLVI. 
 
 HILE others glory in their wealth, 
 Their wifdom and their might : 
 Of let the crofs of Chrift be ftijl 
 Our glory and delight. 
 
 2 The wifdom, wealth, and might of man, 
 
 All perifh like to drofs ; 
 But everlaftjng fulnefs flows 
 To finncrs from the crofs. 
 
 3 The wifilom, and the power of God 
 
 Tq five, doth fhine therein ; 
 In Jefus' crofs we ice how God 
 Can jujtty pardon fin. 
 
 a How guilty rebels fuch as we 
 May, after ail, find grace; 
 May frill be reconciled to God, 
 
5 Thro' Jefus crucify'd for fin, 
 
 God imiling doth appear 
 On guilty man , — his precious blood 
 Doth bring the vileft near. 
 
 6 It blotteth out the various guilt 
 
 Of all for whom he dy'd ; 
 There's balm for ev'ry wounded foul 
 In Jefus crucify'd. 
 
 7 Then what tho' worldly men the crofs, 
 
 The plain, bare crofs defpife ; 
 And what tho' all who truft in it 
 Seem little in their eyes ? 
 
 8 Let us, in face of ail contempt, 
 
 Of all reproach and fhame, 
 In Jefus* crofs ftill make our boaft^ 
 And triumph in his name : 
 
 9 In view of his great love, let us 
 
 For him count all things lofs ; 
 And far let ev'ry glorying be 
 Save only in his crofs. 
 
 SONG XLVII. 
 
 SING the praiies of the Lord y 
 His great love to us record, 
 Who hath 'made his grace divine. 
 Towards guilty men to fhine. 
 
 2 When by fin we were expos'd 
 Unto death — God interpos'd ; 
 And did lay Our help upon 
 His own Son, the mighty One ? 
 
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3 i7* thro' death deftroy'd the foe ; 
 By his grief removM our woe : 
 Thro' his glorious faVihg might, 
 Life eternal brought to light. 
 
 4 He the eurfc bare on the tree, 
 That the guilty might go free : 
 And redeemed ifs from wrath ; 
 Where is now thy fling ! O death ? 
 
 c All our works for us he wrought; 
 reace and liberty he brought : 
 Greater blifs, we have to boaft, 
 Than the life which Adam ioft '■: 
 
 6 For, he lives beyond the grave, 
 from death's hand us to receive ; 
 Where eternal joys remain ; 
 Where np forrow is nor pain,. 
 
 7 To the Lamb who dy'd and role. 
 And hath conquered all our foes, 
 Glory be for ever giv'n 
 
 By the faints, in earth, and heav'n. 
 
 SONG XLVIII. 
 
 *CTIS finijhtd! THE SAVIOUR cry'd, 
 
 When on the crofs he bow'd, and dy'd * 
 9< Tisfini/}jed ! all heav'n refounds, 
 Th' Eternal's mercy knows no bounds ! — 
 
 a Let's catch, my friends, the heav'nly theme, 
 
 9 Tis finijhedi let us proclaim : 
 
 Juftice divine is now appeas'd, 
 
 God reds in his own Soxi well pleas'd, 
 
 3 "Tis finiftied ! ye nations hear, 
 Your fruitlefs labour now forbear ; 
 
CHRISTIAN SONGS. 6 3 
 
 B^ Jefus' fini'h'd work alone, 
 There's accefs'to God's holy throne; 
 
 4 'Tis finijhed ! The work is done ! 
 By God's own well-beloved S6n ; 
 His work moft perfect is, and pure, 
 And fhall eternally endure. 
 
 5 'Tis finijhed ! The Lamb once (lain, 
 Is from the dead rais'd up again ; 
 
 He hath a-fcended up on high, 
 And captive led captivity. 
 
 6 "Tis finijhed ! Now may we fing, 
 Devouring, death ! where is thy fling ? 
 O grave ! where is thy victory ? 
 Here's life and immortality ! 
 
 7 'Tis finijhed ! Here's food for praife, 
 Here's fubje6t meet for heav'nly lays i 
 And God's redeem'd fhall ever fing, 
 The praifes of th' Eternal King ! 
 
 8 Then let us ftill, with thankful voice, 
 In Jefus' finifh'd work rejoice -, 
 
 'Tis finijhed ! Let us proclaim, 
 Eternal thanks to God's great name. 
 
 SONG XLIX. 
 
 WITH ravifh'd eyes, Lord, we admire 
 Thefe radiant curtains of thy throne ! 
 Wide heav'n, adorn'd with finds of fire, 
 Proclaims Omnipotence alone : 
 Theie Alining watchers, in their filent talk, 
 Proclaim thy glory, proclaim thy glory, 
 Jn their evening w^lfc* 
 
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 2 The purple morn ! with gilded ray, 
 
 Renews the day with glad'ning light ; 
 Th J o'erjoy'd creation welcomes day, 
 With chearful motion, till the night 
 To filent flumbers hufn the lab'ring ball : 
 Thefe preach thy glory, thefe preach thy glory, 
 Thro' the fpacious all. 
 
 3 Array 'd with light, in filver ftreams, 
 
 Thron'd in his fiery tent, the fun, 
 Diffufing all enliv'ning beams, 
 
 Round heav'n's extremities doth run ; 
 Swift as a racer, as a bridegroom gay, 
 In pride of glory, in pride of glory, 
 Conftituting day. 
 
 4 His genial warmth, the world immenfe 
 
 ConfefTes, in each fruit and flow'r -, 
 Thou mak'ft his brooding influence 
 Feaft rhy creation ev'ry hour : 
 Thou mad'lt him this great world's both eye and 
 Sole vital fpirit; fole vital fpirit, [foul. 
 
 Known from pole to pole, 
 
 5 Art dimly paints that brilliant ball ; 
 
 That's but an emblem faint, to fhew 
 The fun of righteoufnefs, where all 
 
 The beams of God fhine forth mod true. 
 With rays diffus'd, in healing words he glows, 
 And circling warms, and circling warms 
 The nations as he goes. 
 
 fho' blinded reas'ners mark thee not, 
 
 In nature's wide amazing fcene, 
 Where all thy labours point thee out, 
 And all thy footfteps fliew fo plain 
 Thy pow'r, and godhead, to earth's utmoft line, 
 
CHRISTIAN SONGS. % S 
 
 Where brighter rays, where brighter rays 
 Of God ne'er deign'd to fhine ; 
 
 7 Yet ravifn'd, with fublime delight, 
 Believers view in ev'ry line 
 Of thy pure oracles, the light 
 Of truth, and mercy all divine : 
 Thy law, and law fulfill'd, thefe teftify, 
 Convert the foul, convert the foul, 
 And bow the heart to thee. 
 
 SONG L. 
 
 WHEREWITH fhall I o'erwhelm'd with 
 Before THE LORD appear ? [fin. 
 
 Or how can fuch a wretch as I 
 
 To the Mod High draw near ? 
 
 2 Where fhall the conscience ftung with fin 
 
 Apply, relief to find ? 
 And where's the balm, whofe healing pow'r 
 Can cure a wounded mind ? 
 
 3 Can all the pow'r of man do ought ? 
 
 Ah no ! 'tis all in vain — 
 'Tis God that wounds, and God alone 
 Can heal the wound again. 
 
 4 And lo ! Jehovah's boundlefs grace 
 
 The blefied cure fupplies ; 
 To favc his people from their fins, 
 See ! Jefus bleeds and dies ! 
 
 5. Yea, rather fee he lives again ! 
 
 And fhall for ever live ; 
 And will, to all for whom he died, 
 
 This life eternal give. 
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66 CHRISTIAN SONGS. 
 
 6 Then, what tho' in this vale of tears, 
 
 Our forrows may abound ? 
 And for affliction's mortal ftroke, 
 No cure can here be found ? 
 
 7 Our life is hid with Chrift, in God; 
 
 When Chrift, our life appears, 
 His people he'll with glory crown, 
 And wipe away their tears. > 
 
 3 Let this, my friends, be all our hope, 
 Let this, our thoughts employ ; 
 
 Thro' this bleft hope, in death itfelf, 
 There's glorious room for joy : . 
 
 9 Pill'd with fuch hope, let this vain life 
 
 Evanifh from our eyes ; 
 Lei: folid, boundlefs, endleis blifs 
 
 Before our view arife. 
 
 io And let us, with one heart, and foul, 
 
 To God our voices raife ; 
 By him this grace was purchafed j 
 
 To him be all the praife. 
 
 SONG LI. 
 
 HO's this, that from the defart doth 
 Like fmoky pillars rife ; 
 Wiio, leaning on her deareft Lord, 
 All others doth defpife ? 
 
 2 It is the Lamb's beloved fpoufe, 
 
 It is his virgin bride ; 
 Who from the rage of Antichrift, 
 Did in the defart hide. 
 
 3 The Woman who to John appear'd 
 
 Is clothed with the Sun, 
 
CHRISTIAN SONGS, 67 
 
 The perfect righteoufnefs of Chrift, 
 Which he alone hath done, 
 
 4 All earthly things beneath her feet- 
 
 She tramples on, and fcorns; 
 The doctrine preached by the Twelve, 
 Like liars her head adorns ; 
 
 5 With antichrifl fhe will not join ; 
 
 No head but Chrift her Lord, 
 And by no other rule will fhe 
 
 Be meafur'd, but God's word. 
 
 6 Her dodlrine, w r orfhip, difcipline, 
 
 Mull all conformed be 
 Unto God's word; and children dwell 
 In love and unity. 
 
 7 The Shepherd's voice fhe hears, and knows, 
 
 In it fhe doth rejoice; 
 And chearfully doth follow him : — 
 — She knows no flranger's voice. 
 
 8 The hireling Shepherd, will not fiend, 
 
 To face the enemy ; 
 And when the fleck in danger is, 
 Doth quickly from them fly. 
 
 9 But the Good Shepherd, for his (heep 
 
 Did give his life away -, 
 That he mi y.t their: redeem, who from 
 His fold had c >c~e alirav. 
 
 10 Let all his people, here below, 
 
 Join loud with ail above ; 
 
 And, in triumphant heav'nly notes, 
 
 Sing his adeeming love. 
 
68 CHRISTIAN SONGS. 
 
 SONG LIL 
 
 BEHOLD! what love the Father hath 
 On guilty man beftow'd ! 
 That we, poor finners, fons of wrath, 
 Should be the Sons of God ! 
 
 2 O ! how beyond exprefiion great 
 
 The love of Chrift doth fhine : 
 'Tis like himfelf ! TH' ETERNAL GOD 
 Paft knowledge ! all divine ! 
 
 3 Behold ! for guilty, guilty man, 
 
 The Lord of glory dies j 
 Lays down his life, them to redeem, 
 A precious facrifice ! 
 
 4 And God the facrifice accepts, 
 
 His wrath is now appeas'd ; 
 He looks to his beloved Son, 
 
 And fays, " I am well pleas'd." 
 
 5 Now, doth the ever worthy Lamb, 
 
 Who for his people dy'd, 
 See of the travail of his foul, 
 And is well fatisfy'd -, 
 
 6 Now peace and good will towards men, 
 
 In boundlefs ftreams do flow $ 
 And joy, and hope of endlefs life, 
 Doth God thro' Chrift beftow. 
 
 7 O ! let us then refound the note 
 
 Which ftill prevails above ; 
 And ever fing, with joyful hearts^ 
 The wonders of his love. 
 
CHRISTIAN SONGS. 6 9 
 
 SONG LI II. 
 
 I'VE feen the lovely garden flow'rs 
 In all their beauty glow : 
 I've ken the ftormy hail-ftone fhow'rs 
 Lay all their glory low. 
 
 2 I've ktn the youth in beauty's pride 
 
 And higheft health to day, 
 Before to-morrow's even tide, 
 A loathfome lump of clay. 
 
 3 Then what's our life ? a vapour furc ! 
 
 Away it fwiftly flies ; 
 The joys of life, how infecure, 
 How trifling fuch a prize ? 
 
 4 How oft this leflbn we've been taught ; 
 
 Yet dill the earthly mind 
 Purfues its earthly hope full fraught, 
 To heav'nly hope ftill blind : 
 
 5 That leflbn which we now defpife,. 
 
 Prefuming on our might, 
 Shall foon be fet before our eyes, 
 Clear as the noon-day light. 
 
 6 The haft'ning day {hall foon arrive, 
 
 When awful death ihall come, 
 And clofe the fcene of this vain life, 
 In darknefs and the tomb. 
 
 O ! may the Living Word, the light, 
 
 Shine forth before our eyes ; 
 that dread hour difpel the night 
 With everlafting rays : 
 
 8 When in the dark and difmal road, 
 Which we are doom'd to tread, 
 
70 CHRISTIAN SONGS. 
 
 Our comfort be- the word of God, 
 
 Our rock, our ftrength, our fhade : 
 
 9 His word, who dy'd upon the tree, 
 
 Can fortify the heart, 
 And, ev'n in death, our minds can free, 
 And bid all fear depart ; 
 
 10 For he's alive, who once was flain, 
 
 And reigns exalted high ; 
 His word can raife us up again, 
 Tho' in the grave we lie. 
 
 1 1 The work he finifh'd on the crofs, 
 
 Doth bring falvation fure ; 
 And his unfpotted righteoufnefs 
 For ever doth endure. 
 
 SONG LIV. 
 
 HARK! the trump of God doth found ; 
 Th' arch-angel's voice is heard on high : 
 Now the Lord himfelf defcends, 
 With a Ihout that rends the iky. 
 
 2 See ! his dead have heard the found ! 
 Spring immortal from the tomb j 
 
 And with rapture meet their Lord, 
 Crying, Now the kingdom's come. 
 
 3 Lo ! his people too on earth 
 In a moment chang'd all rife, 
 
 In the clouds caught up with them, 
 To meet their Saviour in the fkies,, 
 
 4 See! mortality of life 
 Swallow'd up eternally ! 
 
 Death, O Death ! where is thy fting ? 
 Where, O Grave ! thy vi&ory ? 
 
HRISTIAN SONGS. 71 
 
 ; Now, all tears are wip'd away^, 
 Free from curfe, and free from pain, 
 
 Vll Chrift's people, now with him, 
 Kings, and Prieds, for ever reign •> 
 
 5 Heirs of God ! joint heirs with Chrid ! 
 
 All triumphant o'er their foes $ 
 fVll God's fullnefs they poflefs, 
 
 And their cup ftiii-overflows. 
 
 7 In the hope of all this joy, 
 
 Let us, brethren, ftill be found, 
 Stedfait in the faith of Chrid, 
 And in loye let us abound. 
 
 8 Let his matchlefs love to us, 
 To bis work our fouls conftrain, 
 
 Kaowing, that our labour wrought 
 In the Lord, (hall not be vain. 
 
 SONG LV. 
 
 TO guilty mortals why fo kind, 
 So long indulgence fhown ? 
 So many bounties round the year 
 Thus eopioufly fen* down ? 
 
 2 Why does the fun renew the day, 
 
 With all reviving beams ? 
 The fkies, like breads which ne'er run dry, 
 Refrefliment fend in dreams ? 
 
 3 Doth judgment deep ? Can God the judge,. 
 
 On fin forget to frown ? 
 Nay ! Death devouring ev'ry hour, 
 In courfe all men cuts down. 
 
 $. But 'midft the rage of fin and death. 
 Proceeds a grand defign j 
 
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72 CHRISTIAN SONGS, 
 
 The glorious light of endlefs life, 
 Acrofs the gloom doth fhine. 
 
 5 The Lord is ris'n, the King of peace, ** 
 
 The King of righteoufnefs ; 
 He bare the curfe, he reigns on high, 
 The nations he will blefs. 
 
 6 He fpares the world, till he complete, 
 
 His grand defign of love : 
 For this he makes his fun to .Line, 
 And rain fends from above. 
 
 7 For this are pow'rs ordained of God, 
 
 To keep the world in awe ■ 
 That vi'lence may'nt o'erwhelm the earth, 
 Till thence his folk he draw. 
 
 8 Then let us raife our voice to God, 
 
 And daily praife his name, 
 Since all the bounties of the day 
 That mercy reigns, proclaim. 
 
 SONG LVI. Exodus xv. Mofes's Song. 
 
 UNTO Jehovah I will raife 
 My Song, and chearful, fhout his praife j 
 Divinely glorious he excels ! 
 His mighty hand his grandeur tells. 
 
 a The horfe, and the proud rider down 
 Into the deep, his arm hath thrown ; 
 Jehovah is my ftrength and long, 
 Salvation doth to him belong. 
 
 3 This is my God ! to his great name 
 An habitation I will frame ! 
 My father's God he is, and 1 
 Will fhout his praife triumphantly' 
 
CHRISTIAN SONGS. 73 
 
 4. A Man of war, Jehovah is ! 
 This glorious name is only his ; 
 He Pharaoh's chariots and his hoft, 
 Hath down into deftruflion tofs'd ! 
 
 5 His chofen warriors all hath he 
 O'erthrown, and drowned in the fea ; 
 Down to the bottom as a (lone 
 
 They Tank, — the deeps have o'er them gone } 
 
 6 In power thy right-hand glorious fiione, 
 Jehovah, O thou mighty One ! 
 
 Thine own right-hand the en'my all 
 O God, hath daih'd in pieces fmali. 
 
 7 In thy excelling greatnefs thou 
 All who againft thee rofe o'erthrew ; 
 'Gainft them thy wrath thou didft prepare, 
 Like ftubble they confumed were. 
 
 8 Thy noftrils' blaft the floods uprear'd, 
 Aftonifh'd Teas in heaps appear'd $ 
 
 Ev'n as a wall on either hand, 
 
 The mighty deeps congeai'd did (land ! 
 
 9 <c I will purfue (the en'my cried) 
 
 " O'ertake them, and the fpoil divide j 
 " My luft of vengeance I'll enjov, 
 " Yea, utterly Til them deftroy." 
 
 10 Thou with thy wind didfl" Mow., and (Iraght 
 The deeps them cover'd from ouv fight : 
 They 'mid ft the torrent faqk like lead, 
 
 And raging waves roll'd o'er their head ! 
 
 1 1 Among the mighty who is there 
 O God, that may with thee compare ? 
 
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74 CHRISTIAN SONGSw 
 
 Who is like thee ? In holinefs 
 Thus glorious ! Fearful is thy praife ! 
 
 12 Thou wonders doft ! Thy right-hand thou 
 '•©ut-ftretched, and did fink them low ; 
 Wrapt up in fudden ruin, they 
 Beneath the rufhing torrent lay ! 
 
 13 .While in thy mercy thou didft lead 
 Thy people, thus from bondage freed j 
 And in thy ftrength them guided haft, 
 Unto thy holy place of reft. 
 
 14 The nations of thy works fhall hear, 
 And tremble with foreboding fear j 
 While they of Paleftina fhall 
 
 With forrow be o'erwhelmtd aTL 
 
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 15 Then Edom's lofty ones fhall quake, 
 And Moab's mighties trembling, fhake; 
 Th' inhabitants of Canaan, they 
 With fear, like wax fhall melt away ! 
 
 x6 Terror and dread fhall on them fall. 
 And as a ftone be ftill, thty fhall 
 By thy great arm, till every one 
 Of thine, Jehovah, o'er have gone. 
 
 17 Yea, till each one thou purchas'd haft 
 Safely their land have overpaft ; 
 Thou'lt bring them in, and plant them there, I 
 They thine inheritance fhall (hare. 
 
 18 Within the place ordain'd by thee, 
 Jehovah, thy abode to be : 
 The fan£tuary which thy hand, 
 © Lord, eftablifh'd finu to ftand. 
 
CHRISTIAN SONGS. 75 
 
 19 For ever, and for ever more 
 
 The glorious X ,ord fhall reign in pow'r : 
 The Lord fhall reign, — the mighty One 
 Who all our foes hath overthrown ! 
 
 20 Proud Pharaoh's horfe, and chariots ftrong 
 Rufli'd the divided feas among ; 
 
 God fpake — the waters backward came, 
 And fwift deftru&ion covered them ! 
 
 21 While Israel's fons upon dry land 
 Securely pafs'd— on either hand, 
 The parted fea its billows rear'd, 
 And a defending wall appear d I 
 
 22 Raife then Jehovah's praifes high ; 
 He hath triumphed glorioufly ! 
 
 The horfe and his proud rider down 
 Into the deep his arm hath thrown. 
 
 SONG LVII, 
 
 HEAR O heav'n \ O earth attend ! 
 Creation hear the joyful found \ 
 Chrift who died, is ris'n again, 
 And with endlefs glory crown'd* 
 
 2 Hence flows hope to guilty man, 
 Hence our way is pav'd to heav'n ; 
 
 Jefus died for our fins, 
 
 Now he lives ! and we're forgiv'n. 
 
 3 What tho' we are worthlefs all, 
 Sinners 'gainft the richeft grace ! 
 
 Wrath divine is now appeased, 
 Boundlefs mercy now takes place. 
 
 
fa CHRISTIAN SONGS. 
 
 4 See ! our Interceffor lives, 
 Hear him plead before the throne ! 
 
 Father, fave my guilty flock, 
 Save, for now thy will is done : 
 
 5 Thefe are they whom I have lov'd, 
 They whom thou to me didft give i 
 
 Thefe I purchas'd with my blood, 
 Since I dy'd, O let them live. 
 
 6 Juft:, O well belov'd, thy plea, 
 Juft what e'er thy lips can crave \ 
 
 Thou haft died for guilty men, 
 Now I can bejufl and fave. 
 
 7 Save then thefe thy much-lov'd fheep, 
 Save them all, for they are thine i 
 
 Blefs as I have blefled thee ; 
 Let thern be for ever mine. 
 
 8 Blefled God ! What grace is here ? 
 How ihzll finners grateful prove ? 
 
 How that gratitude exprefs 
 For thy rich preventing love ? 
 
 9 How, but by their love to thee, 
 To thy people, to thy laws, 
 
 Daily taking up the crofs, 
 
 Gladly lufFVing for thy caufe -? 
 
 SO N G LVIII. 
 
 EH OLD J the bright morning appears, 
 And Jefus revives from the grave : 
 His rifing, removes all our fears, 
 And fhewjs him Almighty to fave : 
 
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CHRISTIAN SONGS. 77 
 
 How fcrong were his t^ars and his erifca ! 
 
 The worth of his blood how divine ! 
 How perfedc his facrifice is 
 
 Who rofe, tho' he fuffer'd for fin ! 
 
 2 The man, who was crown'd with thorns, 
 The man, who on Calvary dy'd, 
 
 The man, who bore fcourging and fcorn, 
 
 Whom finners agreed to deride j 
 Now bleffed for ever is made, 
 
 And life has rewarded his pain 3 
 Now glory has crowned his head, 
 
 Heav'n fings of the Lamb who was fiairr. 
 
 3 Believing, we fhare of his joy ; 
 By faith, we partake of his reft ; 
 
 With this, we can chearfully die ; 
 
 For with him we hope to be bleft, 
 This makes us regardlefs of fame, 
 
 And riches and honour defoifc, 
 We fuffer for Jefu;/ name, 
 
 And die, that with him we may rife. 
 
 4 We wait for his coming again, 
 To raife us in glor? with him ; 
 
 Then, gladnefs his faints fhall obtain, 
 His foes fhall be cloached with fhame. 
 
 Then (hall his atilided, and poor, 
 
 From the duft and the dunghill, be rais 
 
 r wants and difgrace are no more : 
 By him they with princes are piae'd. 
 
 ) Then v/ill he moft fully reward 
 The klndneffcs done to hfs name - y 
 ■ he harh dea ir'd, 
 :uem as deeds done to him ; 
 
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78 CHRISTIAN SONGS, 
 
 Y«e bleft of my Father come near, 
 Sit down on my heavenly throne ; 
 
 Inherit the kingdom prepar'd 
 For thofe who delight in his Son, 
 
 6 Then let us look forward to this, 
 
 And joyfully take up his crofs ; 
 His fei vants ihall be where he is, 
 
 And all that we lofe is but drofs : 
 They're honour'd whom he fhall approve, 
 
 Their riches fhall never decay ; 
 Their joy is compleat in his love, 
 
 Their tears (hall be all wip'd away. 
 
 SONG LIX. 
 
 J.~ A I L glorious times of joy and peace, 
 When well be fafe from ev'ry grief 3 
 And this, our bofom foe fhall ceafe, 
 This evil heart of unbelief. 
 
 2 Then fafe from every dreaded ill, 
 Death never more fhall break our reft - y 
 
 Nor any breaft with terror fill, 
 Forever in God's prefence bleft ! 
 
 3 And is the blefTednefs our choice 
 Which Jtfus with his blood hath bought? 
 
 Do we in him alone rejoice 
 
 Who all our works for us hath wrought ? 
 
 4 Why then of death fo much afraid ? 
 
 The gate of heav'n — our wifh'd for home ! 
 When he fee ms near, why fhrink difmay'd ? 
 
 Why not with picture bid him come ? 
 
CHRISTIAN SONGS. 79- 
 
 5 And do we, after all, then prize 
 This motley fcene of grief and care ? 
 
 Is heav'n fo little in our eyes, 
 
 We would not die tho' to be there ? 
 
 6 When v/e furvey the grizly form ; 
 Does nature lhudder at the fight ? 
 
 The pallid look •> — the fhroud - y — the worm ; 
 And darknefs of perpetual night ! 
 
 7 The filent tongue, — the fixed eye, — 
 
 The clay-cold hand, — our long, long home !— - 
 Are we afraid left we fnould lie 
 Eternal tenants of the tomb ? 
 
 3 Fear not : our great Redeemer lives. 
 And he from death fhall fet us free 1 
 
 Tho' now we die, if we are his, 
 Thefe very eyes the Lord fhall fee. 
 
 9 Dread we in death to lay us down ! 
 Know Jefus in the grave was laid ; 
 
 He made it eafy for his own, 
 
 When he their ranfom fully paid I 
 
 10 Are we afraid of racking pain ? 
 
 O ! think what pains our Saviour bore i 
 He oore our griefs and ibrrovvs all 
 
 When nails and thorns his body tore ! 
 
 11 Or do we dread yet more to find *' 
 God's awful wrath upon us fall ? 
 
 Here's comfort to the guilty mind : 
 Our great Redeemer bore it aii ! 
 
 Je bore th' Almighty's frown, that we 
 never feel the wraih diviiie, 
 
eo CHRISTIAN SONGS. 
 
 Behold him bleeding on the tree ! 
 See Juftice there, and Mercy fiiine -f 
 
 i j « My God, my God, why haft thou me 
 " Forfaken," The blefs'd fuff'rer cry'd ! 
 
 But, none of his forfake will he 
 
 (In death) who for their ranfom dy'd. 
 
 14 God now well-pleas'd for Jefus' fake, 
 Smiles on his people's parting hour : 
 
 Hence they of lively hope partake, 
 Tho' worms their body fhall devour. 
 
 15 He ever liveth, who was dead : 
 Of death he keeps the keys alone ; 
 
 He'll fay (when from the grave they're freed) 
 " Of thofe thou gav'ft me I've loft none I" 
 
 16 And when he brings them back again, 
 From worms and death a glorious ^prize ; 
 
 They fhall appear without a fiain, 
 Ail lovely ev'n in God's own e/es ! 
 
 SONG LX. 
 
 WHEN Jefus comes again, 
 Faith fhall be rare on earth to fee ,\ 
 And fin abounding, then 
 
 The love of many cold fhall be ! 
 Let us beware, 
 And w-ttch with care, 
 And for the fdith contend : 
 And jointly ftrivj* 
 To kVep alive 
 Our hope, U1K9 ue end, 
 
CHRISTIAN SONGS. 
 
 <i If we (hall thus endure 
 
 With patience fuff ring tor his fake, 
 His promifc ftandeth fure 
 
 That we fhall in his joy partake : 
 
 Beyond compare, 
 
 The glories are, 
 Which then reveal'd fnall be ; 
 
 When clo-h'd in light, 
 
 '(Viidit angels bright, 
 He'll Ihine forth giorioufly ! 
 
 2 See men (as he foretold) 
 
 Do put his coming far away ; 
 They purchafe, plant, and build, 
 As if this world Ihould laft for aye : 
 
 Yet foon fhall they 
 
 In fmoke decay ; 
 O may our faith be ftrong ! 
 
 What worldlings prize 
 
 Let us defpife ; 
 PorXhrift will come e'er long. 
 
 4 We've feen the man of (in 
 Reveal'd, and to his height arife ; 
 
 And now confum'd again 
 
 His kingdom almoit ruin'd lies ! 
 
 That pow'r fhall be 
 
 Crufh'd utterly, 
 Before Chritl's glory bright : 
 
 Dire vengeance fhall 
 
 O'erwhelm them all 
 Who dar'd his grace to flight 1 
 
 5 His en'mies are referv'd 
 
 To dreadful fcenes of endlefs woe : 
 
gi CHRISTIAN SONGS, 
 
 And have not we deferv'd 
 
 To be fhut out from comfort too ? 
 
 But blefs'd be he 
 
 Who fee us free, 
 And bore himfelf God's wrath I 
 
 His work's compleat, 
 
 Truth, mercy meet ! 
 The fling is drawn from death I 
 
 
 6 What then tho* famines fpread, 
 
 And peft'lence (talk, devouring round ; 
 Filling each heart with dread, 
 
 While earthquakes rend the trembling ground: 
 Tho' nations are 
 
 Engag'd in war, J 
 
 And all is wild difmay, 
 We without fear 
 Our heads will rear* 
 And cry, Lord come away I 
 
 7 Bleft be his glorious name, 
 
 That we've his perfect work to boaft ; 
 That e'er he did proclaim 
 
 He came to feek and fave the loft ! 
 His love fhall be 
 Eternally 
 Our joyful theiYie of praife : 
 We will fhout forth 
 His matchlefs worth, 
 And truft his boundlefs grace I 
 
 SONG LXI. 
 
 A 
 
 LTHO* temptations threaten round 
 And feeble as the moth I'm found * 
 
CHRISTIAN SONGS, %y 
 
 'Midft greateft dangers let me fee 
 Thy grace fufficient, Lord, for me* 
 
 2 And when my faith is like to fail, 
 And doubts and darknefs rnoft prevail j 
 Hold thou me up, and let me fee 
 Thy grace fufficient, Lord, for me. 
 
 3 When (Heay'n forgot) my foolifh heart 
 In this vain world would chufe its part -, 
 Call back the wanderer Lord to thee, 
 And let thy grace my fafety be. 
 
 4 When warring paffions vex me fore, 
 And I dare trull n.yfelf no more ; 
 Thy ftrength, my (lay in weaknefs be, 
 Thy grace fufficient, Lord, for me. 
 
 5 When all confpires to work my woe, 
 And in defpair to plunge me low, 
 When terror takes fafl hold on me ; 
 Lord, let thy grace my fafety be. 
 
 6 And when thro' death's dark vale I go, 
 O let me then my guidance know ; 
 Then comfort fend, and Jet me fee 
 
 Thy grace fufficient, Lord, for me. 
 
 7 Thanks to thy name, that thou, O Lord, 
 Help to the worthlefs can'ft afford ; 
 
 Lord help me then, and let me fee 
 Thy grace fufficient itill for me. 
 
 8 I have no claim for grace at all, 
 On me thy wrath might juitly fail ; 
 But Jefus dy'd ! — His merit fee, 
 And reach thy mercy Lord to me, 
 
$4 C H R I S T I A N S O N G S, 
 
 SONG LXII. Habak.. chap. iii. 17, 18, iq 9 
 
 rj^ H O' the fig tree to bloffom fliould ceafe, 
 
 Jl And no fruit on the vine fliould appear; 
 Tho' the labour of th' olive decreafe, 
 And the fields with no meat crown the year; 
 From the fold tho' the flocks fliould decay, 
 And no herd in the ftall fhould be found ; 
 In JEHOVAH yet joyful Til be, 
 In's falvation my joy fhall abound. 
 
 SONG LXIII. 
 
 HO W E'ER defpifed drift's people be, 
 Howe'er 'midft defirt lands they ftray, 
 Tncm carefully feek out will he, 
 And chearful they'll his voice obey. 
 
 2. He'll like a faithful fhepherd lead 
 Them fafe, and keep with tender care : 
 
 With his life-giving truth them feed, 
 Where ft reams, of promised comfort are. 
 
 3 Whatever dangers threaten round, 
 From dangers he'll their refuge prove ; 
 
 Thus ftrength in greateft ftrairs be found, 
 And none (hall te^ar them from his love, 
 
 4 Thro' life ar.d death their guide he'll be, 
 (His worth in life and death their boail !) 
 
 4C Of theie whom thou haft given me" 
 (He'll fay at laft) Lo none Fve left] 
 
 SONG LXIV. 
 
 A I L ! bleft fcenes of endlefs joy, . 
 Where ' \ bo 11 n<. ■.'•■■ 
 
CHRISTIAN SONGS. %$ 
 
 re nothing hurtful fliall annoy, 
 But gladneis tills the happy plains : 
 Free from fin, and free from fear, 
 None e'er fliall flgh, or ihed a tear. 
 
 i Ten thoufand thoufands there fliall raife 
 
 Their glad notes, and fing this drain, 
 " Wake the fong of grateful praife, 
 Ci To the Lamb ; for he was (lain ! 
 <c Hofannas, loud Hofannas fing, 
 cc Hofannas to th' Eternal King, 
 
 3 There in Jefus' prefence bled, 
 
 They fear no death, nor feel a pain ; 
 They there fliall fmile in endlefs reft, 
 Nor dangers e'er fhall threat again. 
 For Jefus reigns, and they fliall fhare 
 With him, in his own glory there. 
 
 SONG LXV. 
 
 GLORY unto Jefus be, 
 From the curfe he let us free ; 
 All our guilt on him was laid, 
 He the j^ofbni fully paid. 
 
 2 All his glorious work is done, 
 God's well pleafed in his Son ; 
 For he rais'd him from the dead. 
 And he reigns his Church's head. 
 
 T is redeem'd his praife fliout forth, 
 glorying in his worth ; 
 Angels fing around the throne, 
 
 nou ait worthy f Thou alone !" 
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86 CHRISTIAN SONGS. 
 
 4 He will foon return again, 
 And his faints with him fhall reign ; 
 In this hope they joyful fay 
 ■Come Lord Jefus — come away* 
 
 S O N G LXVI. 
 
 O'WHY fo flow, ye fimple, fay, 
 The Saviour's faithful words to hear ? 
 Why put his coming far away ? 
 
 Look up, for lo ! the iigns appear. 
 The time is fhort, when ev'ry foe 
 
 Shall vanquifh'd lie, no more to rife : 
 For Chrift fhall tread his en'mies lov/, 
 While fhouts of triumph .fill the fkies. 
 
 1 See nation againft nation rife ; 
 
 Kingdoms and States for war prepare; 
 Diitrefs, perplexities arife, 
 
 Men's anxious hearts do fail for fear : 
 Dire famines wafte, and earthquakes rend 
 
 The ground, and defolation fpread : 
 The peft'lence rage does wide extend, 
 
 And fills the trembling world with dread. 
 
 3 That Kingdom for the Clergy rais'd, 
 
 (Chriftians ! yet ftrangers to the crofs,) 
 Their former grandeur how debas'd ! 
 
 Their pomp's brought low, their power is loft ! 
 This power confum'd, fhall Chrift deftroy 
 
 When in His brightnefs he fhall come : 
 $Tis people all fhall fhout for joy, 
 
 While the loud voice declares, 9( Tis done, 
 
 .4 Men mock the Chriftians' hopes, and cry, 
 They're idle yifionarv views; 
 
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CHRISTIAN SONGS. 87 
 
 They build, they plant, they fell and buv, . 
 
 And each his fav'rite fcheme purfues. 
 See how iniquities abound ; 
 
 The love of many waxes cold : 
 Lukewarmnefs in the church is found, 
 
 And faith's a rare thing to behold. 
 
 5 When Lot from Sodom haded out, 
 
 Till he was fafe, God's vengeance ftaid : 
 Then ruin wrapt them round about, 
 
 And all the plain in afhes laid ! 
 So, when each eleft foul's brought in, 
 
 More dreadful vengeance fhall devour : 
 And thofe who would not Chrift fhould reign, 
 
 Shall feel the terrors of his power. 
 
 6 And fudden as the thief by night, 
 Chrift unexpected fhall appear : 
 
 But let his faints with patience wait, 
 For their redemption now draws near. 
 
 <c Quickly I come," hear him declare.— 
 He comes to bring his people home, . 
 
 Let's join the church's ardent pray'r, 
 Amen ! ev'nfo. Lord Je/us come. 
 
 SONG LXVIL 
 
 WH Y fhould we give way to vain fears ? 
 Why ever ungrateful repine ? 
 In God truft, and banifh your cares, 
 
 At his word all your forrows refign. 
 Should feas roar, and tofs round the world, 
 
 And hills from their bafes be torn, 
 Or ftars from their orbits be hurl'd, 
 His people fure need never mourn. 
 
88 • CHRISTIAN SONGS. 
 
 2 The tempeft which rolls at his word, 
 At h;s bidding finks inftant to reft : 
 
 O'er creation's wide bounds he is Lord, 
 His people he'll fave 'midft diftrefs, 
 
 Their rock and their fortrefs he'll prove, 
 Their ftrength and their refuge he'll be : 
 
 No dangers them ever fhall move ; 
 Their fhield and their fafeguard is he. 
 
 3 He laid the foundations of earth, 
 And daily upholds by his pow'r ; 
 
 He fpoke, and the heav'ns had their birth, 
 By him they're upheld till this hour. 
 
 All thefe fhall wax old and decay, 
 As a vefture be changed they fhall : 
 
 At his prefence they'll vanifh away, 
 And their glories before him fhall fall. 
 
 4 But God from all changes fecure, 
 No end of his years fhall be known : 
 
 The fame he'll forever endure, 
 
 And eternity all is his own ! 
 His glories all infinite fhine, 
 
 In mercy and juftice the fame : 
 His goodnefs and love how diviue ! 
 
 O ! join to adore his great name. 
 
 5 All erlory, all. honour, and praife, 
 And thanks to JEHOVAH be giv'n ; 
 
 Ye faints your glad voices all raife, 
 His mercy, is higher than heav'n ! 
 
 To Jefus the Lamb who was (lain, 
 
 The redeem'd ever raife their glad fongs ; 
 
 Salvation afcribe unto him ; 
 
 For to him all <tka glory belongs ! 
 
CHRISTIAN SONGS. 89 
 
 SONG LXVIIL 
 
 WHEN God to finners firft difplays 
 The glory of his fov'reign grace, 
 So wonderful it feems to them 
 They almoft fear 'tis all a dream. 
 
 2 Shall finners, who from day to day 
 Have fpurn'd his grace, and gone aftray, 
 Yet in his boundlefs mercy fliare, 
 
 And find no reafon to defpair ! 
 
 3 And has the Man, God's Fellow , dy'd, 
 And all his juftice fatisfy'd, — 
 
 That mercy might fiojv free to thofe 
 Who, all their lire, have been his foes ? 
 
 4 Yes, God's well pleafed in his Son, 
 Who all our works for us hath done : 
 None may for want of worth complain, 
 Since Jefus dy'd, and rofe again. 
 
 5 What grace ! v/hat boundlefs grace is this ! 
 Like God, and God alone it is ! 
 
 (The vileft in his name may truft) 
 Whiles he forgives, divinely juft ! 
 
 6 Hence fill'd with rapture, we his praile 
 In grateful, joyful fongs do raife; 
 
 And foes furpriz'd fometimes exclaim 
 
 u The Lord hath done great things for them !" 
 
 Yes, he hath done great things for us, 
 of We're glad, and glory thus j 
 
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CHRISTIAN SONGS, 
 
 And well we in his work may boaft, 
 For Jefus dy'd to fave the loft ! 
 
 8 O ftill from Satan's bondage, Lord 
 Do thou deliverance afford : 
 
 As ftreams enrich the barren ground, 
 So let thy grace in us be found. 
 
 9 And as we need it more and more, 
 May we ftill fee unbounded ftore, 
 
 Grace, reigning thro* Chrift's worth, may we 
 For us ftill all fufiicient fee, 
 
 10 For tho' we fow in tears, ere long 
 No figh lliail interrupt our fong ! 
 When Chrifl in glory fhall appear, 
 We'll, joyful, reap without a tear. 
 
 1 1 For Chrift the man, w r ith power to fave, 
 Did go forth weeping to the grave 5 
 
 And in the earth this precious feed 
 Himfelf, the grain of wheat, was laid. 
 
 12 Now glorious fruit from him doth fpring. 
 Which hell returning, with him bring j 
 
 tri that glad day his ranfom'd throng, 
 Full of his joy,- 'fhall come along. 
 
 13 He comes 1 let all his people fay 
 en — Ev'n lb — Lord come away ! 
 
 Soon may thy ftitsaves be gather'd in, 
 J thy expected reign begin. 
 
 J 4 For thou (halt reign on earth, and we 
 
 e Lord to reign as kings with thee ; 
 O may we looking for that day, 
 rn cycry ether hope away. 
 
CHRISTIAN SONGS. 91 
 
 SONG LXIX. 
 
 MAN like a flow'r at morn appears, 
 And blooms perhaps a few fhort years : 
 The tiatt'rer hope (till leads him on, 
 Purfuing pleafure, finding none ; 
 Or, if he finds it for a day, 
 It foon takes wing and flies away ! 
 
 2 Oft things which promife paffing fair, 
 Deceive, and yield him nought but care : 
 Cares ever various, ever new, 
 
 Is all the happieft ever knew; 
 Comes joy, care with it comes along, 
 And fpoils the fyren's fweeteft fong ! 
 
 3 See pleafure with bewitching charms, 
 Man grafps it in his eager arms -> 
 
 The vifion fwift difiblves in air- 
 He grafps — but finds it is not there ! 
 The airy phantom ftill he views, 
 And ftill as vainly he purfues ! 
 
 4 A better hope the Chriftian chears, 
 Which joyful thro' life's gloom appears ; 
 Firm on a rock his hope he builds, 
 Which to no ftonnnor tempeft yields ; 
 Let earth diliblve — -he will not fear, 
 For why, his hope's not fixed here. 
 
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 5 He looks to heav'n, where every joy 
 Is pure, unmixed with alloy ; 
 
 \\ch as mortals, never knew, 
 •ur'd fancy ever drew ; 
 (hall never pafs away, 
 1 heav'n and earth fhall both decay I 
 
9 2 CHRISTIAN SONGS. 
 
 6 Tho' here afflidlions do annoy, 
 There forrow fhall be turn'd to joy ; 
 Tho' troubles here the figh do raife, 
 There's nothing heard in heav'n but praife : 
 Pleafures paft utterance they fhare, 
 
 And face to face fee Jefus there ! 
 
 7 And fhall the world's deceitful fmile 
 Us of the glorious hope beguile ? 
 Shall we earth's empty pleafures prize, 
 And heav'n feem little in our eyes ? 
 It muft not be — vain dreams away, — 
 Let's look for joys which ne'er decay. 
 
 SONG LXX. 
 
 THIS day, we call to memory, 
 That Chrift the Lord for us did die : 
 He bore the curfe us to relieve ; 
 And dy'd, that we might ever live. 
 
 a But death no power on him could have 5 
 For death he conquer'd and the grave ; 
 And pafs'd triumphantly on high, 
 Where now he reigns eternally. 
 
 3 This day, a fign to us is giv'n, 
 That peace is now enthron'd in heav'n ; 
 That grace, through righteoufnefs divine. 
 Unto eternal life doth reign. 
 
 4 Chrift now is enter'd to his reft * y 
 And we by faith in him are bleft, 
 "With pardon fr^c and heav'nly peace $ 
 All flowing from hi$ fov'reign grace, 
 
CHRISTIAN SONGS. 93 
 
 5 By this, we hope a bleft releafe 
 
 From fin and death ; and henceforth ceafe 
 To work for life, fince Jefus faid 
 With his laft breath, 'Tis finijhed ! 
 
 6 Then let us on this holy day 
 To him our grateful worfhip pay : 
 On his eternal worth rely, 
 
 And love and ferve him chearfully« 
 
 SONG LXXI. 
 
 HO W long (hall it be, e'er thy faints, Lord, with thee, 
 As kings and as priefts exalted (hall reign ? 
 O when fhall the time come that thou'lt bring them all home. 
 With thee in thy glory for aye to remain. 
 
 2 Here ills are abounding, and dangers furrounding, 
 And (brrows perptexing us, day after day : 
 
 But when Chrift appears, he will dry up our tears, 
 O ! Come then Lord Jefus, Come quickly away. 
 
 3 No fin (hall prevail, no temptations aflail ; 
 No evils be found, no doubts (hall re .nain ; 
 But joys (hall abound, and peace fmile around : 
 And holinefs flourilh when Chrift comes again ! 
 
 4 No pain's there remaining, nor caufe of complaining. 
 But pleafures unbounded (hail flow ever there : 
 
 What eye hath not feen, nor our thoughts can attain, 
 
 True lailing, and glorious beyond all compare ! 
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 5 They'll all join their praifes, with joy there to Jefus 
 And ^11 fing the worth of the Lamb who was (lain ; 
 They'll ever adore him, who lov'd and dy'd for them, 
 And walft'd their robes white, that with him they might . \ ign ! 
 
 SONG LXXII. 
 
 H 
 
 A I L ! hail ! the happy wifVd for time, 
 AY hen Jefus fhall appear : 
 
94 CHRISTIAN SONGS. 
 
 When the laft trumpet loud fhall found, 
 And all the dead fhall hear. 
 
 2 They'll burft the bands of death with joy, 
 
 And loud Hofannas raife : 
 In him who lov'd them they'll rejoice, 
 And glorious make his praifc. 
 
 3 " Thou ! Thou art worthy" ftill fhall be 
 
 The burden of their fong ; 
 
 cf For thou redeem'd us, and to thee 
 
 " The glory doth belong." 
 
 4 We hope to join the greatful note, 
 
 And with loud triumph fing, 
 <c Where ? where's thy vi&'ry now, O grave ! 
 " O death ! where is thy (ling ?" 
 
 SONG LXXIIL 
 
 WHEN pale diftrefs o'erfpreads the face, 
 And difmal fears of death take place, 
 What then fhall foothe the troubled breaft, 
 And give th' awaken'd confcience reft ? 
 
 When life is to a period brought, 
 And all its joys not worth a thought, 
 What is it then can calm the foul ? 
 And what our doubts and fears controul ? 
 
 a Men kt our worth before our eyes, 
 And boaft the comforts thenceVhich rife ; 
 A life well fpent, they fay gives joy, 
 Which death nor hell can ne'er deftroy. 
 
 But where's this well fpent life they boaft ? 
 God's law once feen, man's worth is loft s 
 
CHRISTIAN SONGS. 9 $ 
 
 God's awful juftice loud doth found, 
 And dafh our boaliing to the ground ! 
 
 3 Not our fincerity of heart, 
 
 Nor works, nor worth, can peace impart : 
 At death all thefe diflblve in air, 
 Chrift's worth alone's fufficient there. 
 
 Chrift's blood, and only bis can fave, 
 And make us conqu'rors o'er the grave : 
 It death unflings, and fhows us how 
 God can bcjujl and gracious too ! 
 
 4 Hence has the weak and timVous foul 
 Been feen to triumph at the goal : 
 
 And neither doubt nor terror fhow, 
 But joy'd to feel the pulfe beat flow. 
 
 How have they joy'd in Jefus' name 
 His worth divine their darlins; theme ! 
 Thro' that alone expeft the crown, 
 Then fmile at death, and mock his frown ! 
 
 5 Thus when they pafs thro' death's dark vale, 
 In vain do doubts and fears aflail ! 
 
 Tl e Lord is with his people there, 
 His rod and ftaff their comfort are. 
 
 O when to us thefe fliades appear, 
 May God our comforter be near, 
 Make ftrong our faith as life decays, 
 An A tune our dying lips to praife ! 
 
 SONG LXXIV. 
 
 WHEN God's own Son from heav'n came 
 And tabernacled here below, [down 
 
 He made his grace and mercy known, 
 Yet ftood expos'd to want and woe ' 
 
96 CHRISTIAN SONGS, 
 
 Defpis'd and deftitute was he, 
 
 He who the earth's foundations laid : 
 
 Beads found a fhelter, birds a fhade, 
 He had not where to lay his head ! 
 
 2 Yet man prefumptuous dares complain, 
 When forrows come, or wants afiail ; 
 
 Th' Eternal fov'reign thev arraign, 
 And think his tender mercies fail. 
 
 But why complain, is'tnot enough 
 The fervant as his Lord appear ? 
 
 Thro' fuff'ring he was perfect made, 
 We (fuff'ring too) his blifs fhall fiiare, 
 
 3 O ye of little faith look up, 
 
 See, carelefs, fly the birds of air, 
 Nor barns, nor flore-houfes have they, 
 
 Yet, ev'n of thofe doth God take care. 
 The very flow'rs which deck the field ; 
 
 And Ihine more bright than kings e'er Hione, 
 Tho' foon they fade, yet God them cloaths •> 
 
 Is man forgot then, — man alone ? 
 
 4 When Ifrael out of Egypt came 
 
 By God's ftrong arm, and wonders great, 
 When hunger threatened, their faith fail'd, 
 
 " Can God, they faid, give fiefn to eat ?" 
 Ev'n Mofes afk'd iC where fliall we find 
 
 cf Food for the crouds which here refort ?" 
 God check'd his doubts with this reply 
 
 iC Say, is your Maker's hand wax'd fhort ?" 
 
 5 Ev'n while they murmur d he them feci ! — 
 We have been fed, and murmur'd rco ; 
 
 For food and raiment oft repin'd, 
 
 Yet we have been fed and clotlvd till now. 
 
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CHRISTIAN SONG S 
 
 And is his hand now waxed fhort ? 
 
 Away our doubts and fears away ; 
 The lillies grow and birds are fed, — 
 
 His people are nor lefs than they. 
 
 SONG LXXV. 
 
 WHEN Ifr'el finn'd againft their God, 
 His awful wrath began to flame j 
 He lent his pow'rful word abroad, 
 And fiery ferpents inflant came - y 
 Fierce pain afTaii'd the guilty hoft around, 
 And all attempts of cure were fru kiefs found. 
 
 2 When God does wound, there's none but he 
 Relief can to the wounded give $ 
 
 'Tis he who fets the captive free, 
 
 And bids defpairing wretches live ! 
 He fpeaks 5 and peace, and gladnefs fill the foul, 
 And mercy flows to man without controul. 
 
 3 He faid to Mofes gracioufly, 
 
 cc Go thou, a brazen ferpent make, 
 iC And on a pole exalt it high, 
 
 cc And let the guilty comfort take : 
 " Whoever looks to that fhall quickly know 
 " 'Tis God who wounds, and he does health bellow." 
 
 4 But ye redeemed, lift up your eyes, 
 And fee, what Mofes faintly fhows, 
 
 Chrift lifted up for finners dies ! 
 
 To fave from death rebellious foes ! 
 Whoe'er, believing, looks to him (hall live ; 
 Eternal life is his alone to give. 
 
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9 3 CHRISTIAN SONGS. 
 
 5 The world he came not to condemn, 
 As guilty mortals well might fear; 
 
 But peace and pardon to proclaim ; 
 
 This was his gracious errand here. 
 Our works he wrought — and juftice fatisfy'd, 
 For ushe groan'd, and in our (lead he dy'd, 
 
 6 Let the proud boafter vainly think, 
 By his own merit God to pleafe ; 
 
 Or that Chrift's work is not enough, 
 To give the guilty confcience eafe. 
 May that alone for ever be our boaft, 
 Thro' life our glory, and in death our trull. 
 
 SONG LXXVI. 
 
 HEN Chrift in poverty appear'd, [flain, 
 Was crown'd with thorns, and fcourg'd, and 
 Man's understanding was declar'd, 
 And all his boafled wifdom, vain. 
 
 a His haughty pride, alarm'd, cry'd out.; 
 
 " Shall this defpis'd One, o'er us reign ? 
 iQ By him, who thus inglorious dy'd, 
 
 " Muft w r e the divine favour gain ? 
 
 3 cc What, fhall that worth all men admire, 
 " Which we rejoice to call our own, 
 
 4C With God be deem'd a thing moft vile, 
 u And all who truft it be undone ? 
 
 4 cc Shall he who is all goodnefs, e'er 
 cc Our aims to pleafe him thus contemn ? 
 
 c * Mud we with thieves and murd'rers ftand^ 
 c < As much oblig'd to grace as them !" 
 
CHRISTIAN SONGS. 99 
 
 5 That boafted dignity of foul 
 
 In which man glories, fh udders here ; 
 Rcas'ners, and Pharifees, take arms> 
 As if God would unjuft appear, 
 
 6 Let them prefumptuous ft 111 go on, 
 And glory in their fancy'd worth ; 
 
 We'll boaft the work which Jeius wrought, 
 And bearing his reproach, go forth I 
 
 7 However foolifh God's way feems,. 
 'Tis wifer than Man's wifdom far :. 
 
 More ftrong is his weak way to fave, 
 Than all their fchemes of fafety are, 
 
 8 He fcorns the things men moft admire. 
 And chufes what they moft defpife ; 
 
 The weak, the mighty to abafe -, 
 The foolifh, to confound the wife ! 
 
 9 The vallies rais'd — the hills brought low, 
 Before him all men equal ftand : 
 
 To whom he will, he mercy fhews, 
 For none deferve it at his hand ! 
 
 10 But Jefus dying faid cc 'Tis done," 
 And God approv'd — this gives relief 
 
 Ev'n to the vileft, — for he dy'd 
 For finners, and of fuch the chief. 
 
 1 1 Here's worth divine in which to truft, 
 Whoe'er will boaft, come glory here -, 
 
 Here God can boundlefs mercy fhow, 
 And yet divinely juft appear ! 
 
 SONG LXXVII. 
 
 THE victim's flefh, without the camp, 
 Was burnt, as ftain'd with fin $ 
 
ioo CHRISTIAN SONGS. 
 
 Whofe blood was for atonement brought, 
 The holy place within. 
 
 a So Chrift, that by his blood he might 
 
 His people fanftify, 
 Loaded with guilt, without the gate, 
 
 Was led to groan and die. 
 
 3 Tho' his pure heart, when tempted much, 
 
 Ne'er lodg'd an impious thought 5 
 Yet fov'reign grace, the fins of all 
 His people, on him brought. 
 
 4 The earthly church, tho' ill they meant, 
 
 Did yet confpire to fhew, 
 (By loading him with heinous crimes) 
 He was the vi&im true. 
 
 5 With crimes their own, not his, they did 
 
 The Juft One villify ; 
 With felons vile, they led him forth, 
 A felon's death to die. 
 
 6 Thus the reproaches of our crimes 
 
 Againft the Higheft done, 
 Not whence they came, fell back j — but fell 
 All on the Holy One. 
 
 7 But {hall we, dare we, join his foes, 
 
 By low'ring our cfteem '• 
 Of him, becaufe heftoop'd fo low 
 Such wretches to redeem ? 
 
 3 Nay, rather let us leave the camp, 
 
 And unto him go forth, 
 Bearing our honour, his reproach, 
 
 And glory in his worth. 
 
CHRISTIAN SONGS. iox 
 
 9 Becaufe the fov'reign judge of worth 
 
 Hath put the highefl price 
 On his abatement, and hath made 
 Him Lord of Paradife. 
 
 10 Deign'd he to come io nigh to us. 
 
 As not to count it fhame, 
 To call us brethren ? Should we blufli 
 At ought that bears his name ? 
 
 1 1 Nay, let us bGaft in his reproach, 
 
 And glory in his Crofs : 
 When he appears, one fmile from him 
 Will far o'erpay our lofs. 
 
 SONG LXXVIII. 
 
 COME brethren, lift up your fouls, tune your 
 And praife the author of your being ; (voices, 
 Th' angelic long the heav'nly hoft rejoices, 
 Swift to his praife, to his will ftill on the wing. 
 Hail ! bleft throng, 
 For your tongue 
 Still is ftrung 
 To the Jong, 
 That his mercy endureth for ever. 
 
 2 To him who made thefe glorious hods, celeftial 
 habitants, 
 To praife him, and fhew forth his glory, 
 To minifter around, as guardians to his faints. 
 Sojourning in this lower ftory. 
 Heav'ns refcund 
 To his name, 
 
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102 CHRISTIAN SONGS. 
 
 With the found 
 Of the theme, 
 That his mercy endureth for ever. 
 
 3 To him who inhabits eternity, who made 
 This beauteous world, and yon glorious heav'n, 
 
 Who bade to fhine yon glorious orbs which roll 
 
 around your head ; 
 And meafure out the morn and ev'n, 
 
 Whilft ye gaze 
 
 On his ways, 
 
 Tune your lays 
 
 To his praife, 
 For his mercy endureth forever. 
 
 4 To him who from eternity bore us upon his heart ; 
 His love, like himfelf, is eternal - y 
 
 Who bare all our fins, and felt the wrathful fmart, 
 From God, wicked men, powers infernal. 
 
 For his love, 
 
 Moil profound, 
 
 Still doth move, 
 
 Knows no bound, 
 Yea his mercy endureth for ever. 
 
 5 To him that united his god-head to our nature, 
 When wretched, accurfed, abandon'd, forlorn, 
 
 Still he's God, ftill he's man, (myfterious matter,) 
 Who to own his brotherhood doth not fcorn. 
 
 The curfe he, 
 
 On the tree, 
 
 Bore that we, 
 
 Might be free ; 
 For his mercy endureth for ever. 
 
 6 Reviled, reje&ed, defpifed, contemned, 
 Affli&ed, yea poor as a beggar, 
 
CHRISTIAN SONGS. 103 
 
 Perfecuted, perverted, arraigned, condemned, 
 His cordial was gall and vinegar; 
 
 Crucify'd 
 
 Twixt two thieves, 
 
 There he dy'd, 
 
 Who e'er lives ; 
 For his mercy endureth for ever. 
 
 SONG LXXIX. 
 
 WHAT tho' thefe bodies fhall decay, 
 And moulder into dull ? 
 What tho' this world fhall pais away, 
 As all its glories mull ? 
 
 2 Why let them pafs, 'Tis nought to us ; 
 
 In heav'n our treafure lies; 
 
 Our hope is there there's all our truft, 
 
 Where joys unfading rife. 
 
 3 New heav'ns and earth we hope to fee, 
 
 Where Jefus ever reigns ; 
 Where nothing hurtful e'er fhall be ; 
 No forrow, — fin, — nor pains. 
 
 4 Our eyes no more then dim'd with tears ; 
 
 No fear fhall there be found : 
 Nor figh be heard, when Chrift appears 5 
 But endlefs jo^s abound. 
 
 5 We'll chearful bid thefe fcenes adieu, 
 
 Which worldly men molt prize : 
 We've other glories in our view, 
 Glories beyond the fkies : 
 
io 4 CHRISTIAN SONGS. 
 
 6 Glories which never Jhall decay ,, 
 
 But evermore remain ; 
 While endlefs ages pafs away, 
 Beginning to begin. 
 
 7 Thefe are the times when Chriftians yet 
 
 Shall blifs unbounded fhare $ 
 Let all who for this mercy wait, 
 To meet their God prepare. 
 
 8 For lo ! he comes ! Loud anthems raife ; 
 
 Be his great name ador'd : 
 May our laft theme be Jefus' praife; 
 
 Our fong, c f Come quickly, Lord :" 
 
 SONG LXXX. 
 
 WE who need mercy every hour, 
 And by compaflions ftand, 
 Should fhew that mercy to the poor 
 Which Jefus doth command : 
 
 2 In evidence that we have fled 
 
 For mercy to his blood •, 
 To bow'ls of grace, which flow in the 
 Companions of our God. 
 
 3 Think what your need of mercy was, 
 
 When all your merit vain 
 You faw, — and all mere lofs and dung ; 
 How fweet was mercy then ? 
 
 4 Show forth a fenfe of all that grace j 
 
 Regard the widow's plaint : 
 With mercy meet the hunger-ttarv'd, 
 Whole faces fpeak their want. 
 
CHRISTIAN SONGS. 105 
 
 5 Chrift in his members afks your alms 3 
 
 Speaks in his brethren's cries : 
 The widow's wail his language is -, 
 And orphans figh his fighs. 
 
 6 The lonely widow, defolate, 
 
 With chearfulnefs, relieve ; 
 The fatherlefs commiferate -, 
 Bread to the hungry give. 
 
 7 See ! how the hufbandman his fttd 
 
 With lib'ral hand doth fow, 
 In hope of gladniruj harveft, when 
 
 His barns with wealth fhall flow; 
 
 8 So, we a glorious harveft hope : 
 
 Sow fparingly no more $ — 
 We hope to reap eternal life > 
 A never failing ftore I 
 
 SONG LXXXI. 
 
 COME with united voices raife 
 Your chearful fongs of grateful praife ; 
 And wide proclaim the boundlefs grace 
 Of Jefus, King of glory! 
 
 a He bow'd the heavens, and came down, 
 And left for us th' eternal throne -, 
 For all our fins he did atone, 
 That we might fhare his glory ! 
 
 1 He who the heav'ns and earth did make, 
 Humbled himfelf ev'n for our fake ; 
 And did the human nature take j 
 Thus vailing all his glory ! 
 
io6 CHRISTIAN SONGS. 
 
 4 A man of forrows he became, 
 And bore for us contempt and fhame, 
 While he falvation did proclaim ; 
 
 And pav'd our way to glory ! 
 
 5 For finners deftitute and poor, 
 He did God's fierceft wrath endure, 
 That he our pardon might procure, 
 
 And lead us into glory ! 
 
 6 On him his people's guilt was laid ; 
 For them he bow'd his gracious head y 
 And divine juftice frown'd him dead, 
 
 E're we could fhare his giory I 
 
 7 Tho' well he knew the dreadful fum 
 That muft be paid, he faid, cc I come $"' 
 He fhrunk not back, till all was done, 
 
 To bring loft man to glory ! 
 
 8 His work's compleat ! nought wanting found ! 
 Here mercy flows, and knows no bound s 
 
 And all his faints fhall yet be crown'd, 
 To reign with him in glory ! 
 
 9 O ! let us then with tranfport raife 
 Our loudeft fongs of grateful praife ; 
 And evermore adore the grace 
 
 Which freely leads to glory ! 
 
 SONG LXXXII. 
 
 TH I S is the day on which the Lord 
 Who loved us, and gave 
 Himfelf a facrifice for us, 
 
 Was raifed from the grave. 
 
CHRISTIAN SONGS. 107 
 
 2 He brought with him the peace divine 
 
 By his own blood procur'd ; 
 The world can give no peace like this, 
 By his life well fecur'd. 
 
 3 Death's pangs, about the prince of life, 
 
 As waves againft a rock 
 Did dafh themfelves, — and broken were; 
 For he could bear the ftiock. 
 
 4 Death could not hold the Son of God, 
 
 Nor could that Holy One 
 Corruption fee, whofe worth our fins 
 Could expiate alone. 
 
 5 The Father refting in his love, 
 
 To life the Son hath rais'd ; 
 As light from fire, fo fhin'd he forth 
 From wrath divine appeas'd. 
 
 6 His merit infinite prevail'd; 
 
 His blood again him brought 
 From all the wrath our fins deferv'd, 
 And our redemption wrought. 
 
 7 The Holy Spirit quickened him, 
 
 The firlt born of the dead ; 
 And all that power which works in us, 
 He fhew'd firft in our Head. 
 
 8 Then let us hate the fins which caus'd 
 
 The dying of our Lord ; 
 
 Let us rejoice in him our life, 
 
 And in his praife accord. 
 
 9 God's mercies we will ever fing . 
 
 Good-will gave him to die; 
 
io8 CHRISTIAN SONGS. 
 
 Complaifance raifed him again ; 
 To reign eternally ; 
 
 10 He lives for ever as our Prieft, 
 Our Prophet, and our King, 
 
 On Zion mount, where glory lliines ; 
 And there he will us bring. 
 
 ii Thro' him our accefs unto God 
 
 By faith is bold and free ; 
 Thro' him the Father's near to us ; 
 
 His Sp'rit gives liberty, 
 
 12 H'/s life on the right hand of God, 
 
 The pledge is of our life, 
 When he returns again, and ends 
 The long continued ftrife^ 
 
 13 By putting death and all our foes 
 
 Beneath our feet, and us 
 Advancing high to reign with him 
 In life moft glorious. 
 
 14 Then let us look for him with whom 
 
 Our life is fafe and fure ; 
 And let us die to this vain life ; 
 And patiently endure, 
 
 15 Till he who is our life appear.; 
 
 And then fhall we with him 
 In glory fhine ; and endlefs joy 
 Shall fill our fouls to briro. 
 
 SONG LXXXIII. 
 
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 LORY to God,, now mercy reigns 
 For ever on the throne j 
 
CHRISTIAN SONGS. '109 
 
 And grace flows free, thro' Jefus' worth, 
 To finners, who have none, 
 
 1 His blood can cleanfe from ev'ry fin , 
 
 His worth gives fure relief : 
 'Twas finners whom he came to fave, 
 
 And ev'n of them the chief. 
 
 3 'Tis not by any worth of ours, 
 
 Nor works which we have done, 
 That God is pleas'd -, — He's pleas'd alone 
 In his beloved Son. 
 
 4 No facrifice which man could bring, 
 
 Could calm the guilty breaft ; 
 But Chrift compleat atonement made : 
 This, only This, gives reft. 
 
 5 He is the rock eftablifh'd fure 
 
 On which firm hope to build : 
 Hell's utmoft malice threats in vain, 
 
 While he's our ftrength and fhield. 
 
 6 His work is perfeft, and outweighs 
 
 Guilt's aggravating load ! 
 Infinite virtue's in his blood, 
 For 'tis the blood of God ! 
 
 SONG LXXXIV. 
 
 HOW glorious is thy name 
 Thro' all the ranfom'd hoft, 
 O worthy Lamb ! — who came , & /***£ 
 To feek and fave the loft ! 
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 no CHRISTIAN SONGS. 
 
 a Thou art beyond compare 
 
 Moft precious in our fight ! -L 
 
 Than fons of men more fairi fy-A^ 
 And infinite in might ! ^ 
 
 3 Thy perfect work divine 
 
 Makes us for ever bleft : * n p^iztJL+S m 
 
 Here truth and mercy fhine ; ji'iSyjflnii "% \< 
 And men with God do reft,,' * 
 
 4 Thy ways are far above 
 
 The ways of men, O God ! 
 Above their thoughts thy love, 
 In -faving by thy blood. 
 
 5 Let us count all things lofs 
 
 That Jefus we may win : 
 Let's glory in his crofs, fa^ty*-* 
 And leave the paths of fin. 
 
 6 In him let us rejoice ! 
 
 Salvation he hath wrought: 
 Be his commands our choice \ pt^'ty*' 
 For with his blood we're bought. 
 
 SONG LXXXV. 
 
 THUS faith the church's Head, 
 Judge of the quick and dead, 
 
 Quickly I come : 
 Let my redeemed pray, 
 O Lord ! make no delays 
 Haften that happy day : 
 
 Lord, quickly comCc 
 
CHRISTIAN SONGS. in 
 
 2 " - i us, with one accord, 
 Shout* our returning Lord ; 
 
 Welcome him near : 
 Soon ftall he come again ; 
 Soon fhall begin his reign ; 
 Soon ihall his foes be (lain ; 
 
 Soon he'll appear,- 
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 3 Earthquakes and ftorms attend ; 
 Rocks, hills, and mountains rend ; 
 
 Who fhall abide ? 
 Heav'ns melt, and thunders roar ; 
 Seas rage and rend the fhore ; 
 Hope finks, to rife no more ; 
 
 Rocks-cannot hide,r 
 
 4 See how the lightnings blaze ! 
 Jefus his wrath difplays ; 
 
 Vengeance appears : 
 Lift up your heads with joy, 
 Ye fuff 'ring company ; 
 Now your redemption's nigh : 
 
 Banifh your fears. 
 
 5 Jefus who dy'd for fins, 
 Now in his glory lhines, 
 
 Claiming his own : 
 " Father, I will (faith he) 
 " Thofe thou haft given me, 
 if Should all my glory fee, 
 
 " Sharing my throne," 
 
 6 Well may the ranfom'd throng 
 Make iov'reign grace their fong, 
 
 Mercy adore : 
 
ii2 CHRISTIAN SONGS, 
 
 For all their works are done 
 By him who fills the throne j 
 Praife to the Lamb alone 
 
 For evermore. 
 
 7 Now fhall the fcarlet, whore 
 Shed blood of faints no more ; 
 
 Boafting her flain : 
 Now wrath has fill'd her cup ; 
 Now fhe drinks vengeance up > 
 Torments, devoid of hope •> 
 
 Endlefs her pain. 
 
 SONG LXXXVI. Rev. xix. 16. 
 
 HEN the King of Kings comes, 
 When the King of Kings comes $ 
 We fhall have a joyful day, 
 
 When the King of Kings comes. 
 
 2 We'll fee the righteous caufe prevail, 
 And all debates decided well, 
 
 And all mouths ftop'd which lies do tell ; 
 When the King of Kings comes. 
 
 3 When the crump of God calls, 
 And the 3 ait of foes falls ; 
 
 We fhall have a joyful day, 
 
 When the King of Kings comes. 
 
 4 We'll fee the faints rais'd from the dead, 
 And all together gathered, 
 
 And made like to their glorious Plead ; 
 When the King of Kings comes. 
 
CHRISTIAN SONGS. 113 
 
 5 When the Lord from heaven comes, 
 And the hofl of heaven comes j 
 
 We fhall have a joyful day, 
 
 When the King of Kings comes. 
 
 6 We'll fee the nations broken down, 
 Ev'n kingdoms now of great renown, 
 And the faints enjoy the crown ; 
 
 When the King of Kings comes, 
 
 7 When this world's courfe is run, 
 And the judgment is begun ; 
 We fhall have a joyful day, 
 
 When the King of Kings comes. 
 
 8 We'll fee the fons of God well known. 
 All fpotlefs to their Father fhown, 
 
 And Jefus his poor brethren own ; 
 When the King of Kings comes. 
 
 9 When the foes diftrefs comes, 
 And the Church's reft comes -, 
 We (hall have a joyful day, 
 
 When the King of Kings comes. 
 
 io We'll fee the man of fin deftroy'd, 
 And all his helpers fore annoy'd, 
 And freedom full by faints enjoy'd ; 
 When the King of Kings comes. 
 
 ii We'll fee the New Jcrufalem, 
 It fullnefs, and its- matchleis frame, 
 Surpafling all report and fame ; 
 When the King of Kings comes, 
 
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ii 4 CHRISTIAN SONGS. 
 
 12 We'll fee all things by him reftor'd, 
 And the Lord alone ador'd, 
 By all the faints with one accord ; 
 When the King of Kings comes. 
 
 SONG LXXXVII. 
 
 OND'ROUS patience towards them, 
 Who do (till prophane thy name, 
 Thou art fhewing ; yet the more 
 Thanklefs we provoke ! therefore 
 
 What is man that thou ihould'ft mind. 
 Such a wretch in fuch a kind ! 
 
 2 Abufed patience, into wrath 
 Should be turn'd, all reafon faith ; 
 
 And rich goodnefs ftill defpis'd, 
 Should bring us to hell iurpris'd. 
 
 What is man that thou fhould'fl mind, 
 Such a wretch in fuch a kind ! 
 
 3 Yet thy mercy ent'red in, 
 Mercy great, forgiving fin ; 
 
 And; when fin did much abound, 
 More abundant grace w T as found : 
 
 What is man that thou fhould'il mind, 
 Such a wretch in fuch a kind ! 
 
 4 Where fin reigned unto death, 
 Conquering grace gives life and breath 
 
 "To love divine, — and Jefus reigns 
 O'er the fruit of ail his pains. 
 
 What is man that thou fhould'ft mind> 
 Such a wretch in fuch a kind ! 
 
CHRISTIAN SONGS. 115 
 
 5 For his foul did travail lore, 
 To bring forth to God full ftore 
 
 Of living fons, that he the firlt 
 
 Born from the dead, fhould rule the reft. 
 What is man that thou fhould'ft mind, 
 Such a wretch in fuch a kind ! 
 
 6 Juftice faith that we fhould live, 
 
 And to our redeemer give ^ 
 
 Tribute due of thanks and praife, 
 Singing in his righteous ways. 
 
 What is man that thou fhouldTt mind, 
 Such a wretch in fuch a kind ! 
 
 7 Is it not our fervice due 
 
 To his yoke our necks to bow ? 
 After him the crofs to bear, 
 
 Whofe crofs frees us from all fear ? 
 
 What is man that thou fhould'ft mind, 
 
 Such a wretch in fuch a kind ! 
 
 SONG LXXXVIIL 
 
 WHEN I, a finner, think on death, 
 It yields me great relief, 
 That Chrift endur'd the crofs, and dy'd 
 For finners, ev'n the chief. 
 
 1 And that he rofe, and comes again, 
 Full fraught with life and pow'r, 
 
 To raife our bodies, that they may 
 Corruption fee no more. 
 
 3 But I am puzzled (till to think, 
 When all our members die^ 
 
n6 CHRISTIAN SONGS. 
 
 How thefe our fpirits, feparate, 
 Can either live or be. 
 
 4 Since our fouls' life confifts in thought -, 
 
 How can we further think, 
 When all our inftruments of thought 
 Are utterly extindt ? 
 
 5 Fear not, faith Jefus, follow me, 
 
 I paft that ftate before -, 
 
 The glory round me to your fouls 
 
 A clothing fhall reftore. 
 
 6 Your fouls departing truft to me, 
 
 And to my care commend : 
 Death's keys I have ; and from it's fling 
 I can your fouls defend. 
 
 7 When this your houfe of earth's diflblv'd, 
 
 You fhall not naked be ; 
 
 A houfe eternal in the heav'ns 
 
 Shall cover you with me. 
 
 8 Abundant entrance I'll give you 
 
 Into my kingdom blefs'd, 
 There prefent to abide with me, 
 Of heav'nly houfe poffefs'd. 
 
 9 Think how the moon's opacous globe, 
 
 And how the planets bright, 
 A being have among the orbs 
 "Who minifter the light. 
 
 jo Do they not Ihine, by dwelling in 
 
 The bright, the living rays, 
 Which that reiulgenc o;b, the Tun, 
 
 Thro' all the world dii^la-s. 
 
CHRISTIAN SONGS. 117 
 
 1 1 So you by me, the fount of light, 
 
 The fun of righteoufhefs, 
 As lefler lights, with borrow'd rays, 
 Shall fliine in holinefs. 
 
 12 Our body's abfence is no lofs : 
 
 For, faith his faithful word,. 
 That abfence fully is fupply'd 
 By prefence with the Lord. 
 
 13 Our mortal fhall be cloath'd upon 
 
 With immortality ; 
 Mortality fhall fwallowed be 
 Of life eternally. 
 
 14 And in due time, when loos'd from death; 
 
 Our bodies alfo fhall 
 Within thefe manfions, near the Lord, 
 Refide thro' ages all. 
 
 15 While in this houfe then, let us live 
 
 Unto the Lord, that when 
 He comes in glory, we with him 
 May ever live. — Amen. 
 
 SONG LXXXIX. 
 
 SE E the bright morning ftar, 
 Shoots his beams from afar, 
 And ufhers the day from on high ! 
 Now the night flees away, 
 Now the fhadows decay, 
 And the morning of glory draws nigh. 
 
 1 O ye Chriftians keep guard, 
 
 That ye be not o'erpowVd, 
 
 With forfeits, and cares of this world ; 
 
ii* CHRISTIAN SONGS. 
 
 -tand ye faft and be ftrong, 
 
 Midft the foes you're among, 
 
 Till vengeance on them fhall be hurl'd.. 
 
 3 Then exalted on high, 
 Like the ftars in the fky, 
 In glory forever you'll fhine ; 
 For the Saviour you'll fee, 
 Who expir'd on the tree, 
 Ev'n Jefus the man all divine.* 
 
 SONG XC. 
 
 TH E Lord, the Saviour reigns, 
 Praife him in lofty ftrains, 
 
 He reigns above $ 
 Nought can his kingdom fhake, 
 Nor ever from it take 
 
 His Father's love. 
 The powers of earth and hell, 
 With wrath and anger ffiaell, ** 
 Becaufe his brethren tell? 
 
 Their Lord is King. 
 
 2 But all their mighty noife, 
 Can't marr his people's joys, 
 
 In him their King ; 
 Angels with them combine, 
 And all together join, 
 
 Of him to fing ; 
 For he's their only light, 
 Of God the image bright, 
 And he {hall rule with might, 
 
 Eternal King. 
 
CHRISTIAN SONGS. 119 
 
 3 His foes do fret in vain, 
 His pow'r he will maintain, 
 
 As Lord of all : 
 He foon will rend the fkies, 
 With vengeance in his eyes, 
 
 And crufh them alls 
 The faints fhall then appear, 
 Their Lord's own likenefs wear, 
 Deliver'd from all fear, 
 
 By Chrift their King. 
 
 4 That day will foon arrive ; 
 By faith then let us live, 
 
 In Chrift our Lord ; 
 Nor care for poverty, 
 But joy becaufe that he 
 
 Gives us his word. 
 That when he comes again, 
 All who the fight maintain, 
 With him on earth fhall reign ; 
 
 For Chrift is King. 
 
 
 
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 ELEGIES. 
 
 ELEGY I. 
 
 W H t T u n °" r ,ife in this vain world ? 
 At belt, but as a taper, 
 
 Then^n^ 
 
 2 ^ ^ 0l ![. care ^ as vain our hopes, 
 
 And boaftings of to-morrow: 
 We mind not that, thro' fin, we're born 
 ■l o trouble and to fbrrow. 
 
 3 The breath of life is ftill expos'd 
 A„h 1° man >l thou ^nd dangers j 
 And death is fure : the cafe know well, 
 
 Nor to the cure be ftrangers. 
 
 4 Incline the ear and come to me ; 
 
 Yn *™ f °V!? ^l live in hearing: 
 Vour life is hid with me in God, * 
 Keferv'd to my appearing. 
 
 5 FC Zu 0t> J rt am ^at living One, 
 
 • Who unfting'd deat£ by dyin* • 
 Take up your crofs, relieve the poor 
 Me follow, fdf-denying. P 
 
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i22 E L E G I E S.. 
 
 6. For fee, I live for evermore, 
 
 From death's hand to receive you, 
 
 To reign in endlefs life with me : 
 
 My word fhall ne'er deceive you. 
 
 7 Then, death, where is thy fling ? O grave^ 
 
 Where is thy mighty conqueft ? 
 Thy fting is fin -, its ftrength the law : 
 
 The crpfs thy pow'r hath vanquifh'd. 
 
 3 Our fouls to thee we do commend, 
 
 Lord -of the dead and living : 
 la life and death we'll cleave to thee ; 
 
 None periih thee believing* 
 
 ELEGY II. 
 
 RAPT in the fhades of death ! no more 
 That friendly face 1 fee ; 
 Empty, ah ! empty every place, 
 Once fo well fill'd by thee. 
 
 a What made thy comely prefence deai\ 
 
 My heart with forrow fwells ; 
 Yet what endear'd thee mod entire, 
 
 With us forever dwells. 
 
 3 The truth divine did live in thee; 
 
 That truth fhall never die ; 
 What breath'd fweet odour from thy lips, 
 JEmoalms thy memory. 
 
 4 He dwells in God who dwells in lov 
 
 Yet echoes round thy grave ;— - 
 Bleft they, who thee, eternal God ! 
 Their habitation have, 
 
ELEGIES. 123 
 
 5 Here's room for us ; we'll mourn in hope, 
 
 Lament with thankful voice ; 
 Lo ! quickly comes the Lord, to give 
 
 His church unfading joys. 
 
 ELEGY III. 
 
 AS billows roll to meet their fate, 
 And break upon the fhore * 
 So rolls that billow, human life, 
 So breaks, and is no more, 
 
 2 Hufli'd in the grave, life's bufy dream 
 
 Difturbs no more thy bread : 
 There empty glitt'ring joys no more 
 
 Gonfpire to thwart thy reft. 
 
 a Nor fin, nor future cares, invade 
 
 That land of long repofe, 
 Where reft and mortals meet at laft, 
 
 And are no longer foes. 
 
 4 Calm is the deep, and fmooth the fea, 
 
 When hufh'd from ev'ry breeze ; 
 So calm the mind, fo fmooth the foul, 
 When ruffling pauions ceafe. 
 
 5 Stretch'd in the grave, our laft retreat, 
 
 You view at diftance there 
 The vain purfuits of bufy man, 
 And fmile at human care. 
 
 6 Blefs'd be the grave whofe earth contai: 
 
 What's dear to Jefus' bread : 
 Let ev'ry foul whom Jefiis warms 
 Pronounce the relics bleft. 
 
124 ELEGIES. 
 
 7 A time fhall come, when life fhall yet 
 
 Revive this moulcTring clay, 
 And thefe clos'd eyes fhall yet awake, 
 And Jefus' form furvey. 
 
 8 The dead to flatter, would be vain, 
 
 Or fpeak in praife of duft : 
 For that is all that's found of man, 
 Or human pride at laft. 
 
 9 'Tis not my talk with flattVing tongue, 
 
 Thy virtues to commend : 
 The man whom never fpot deform'd, 
 Was never Jefus' friend. 
 
 io Heav'n in rewarding Jefus' worth, 
 
 Thy merits fhall unfold -, 
 Enough for thee — that Jefus died ; 
 
 And fo thy bell is toll'd. 
 
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 ELEGY IV. 
 
 THOU facred word of matchlefs might ! 
 O Word of truth divine ! 
 Biefs'd be the day when firft thy light 
 'Mong men began to Ihine. 
 
 a Afide from thee, where (hall we look; 
 
 Whofe lives are but a fpan ? 
 Nothing is found in nature's book 
 
 Like hope for dying man. 
 
 3 Eternal darknefs muft have held 
 
 Uninterrupted fway ; 
 Had not that darknefs been difpell'd 
 
 By thy all-chearing ray. 
 
ELEGIES. 125 
 
 4 Why then's thy facred light and blifs 
 
 Defpis'd by great and fmall ? — 
 Becaufe the love of darknefs is 
 The common tafle of all. 
 
 5 But happy, happy 'tis for man, 
 
 Thy light ftill fhines abroad ; 
 That ftill thy page difplays the plan. 
 And grand defigns of God. 
 
 6 Then tell us, facred word, when fhall 
 
 The Lord's redeem'd arife ? 
 When fhall they hear his powerful call, 
 To meet him in the fkies ? 
 
 7 When the arch-angel's trump fhall blow, 
 
 His dead the found fhall hear : 
 And -riling from the tombs below, 
 Shall met: him in the air. 
 
 8 But deign, O facred Word, to fay 
 
 If he Man's forrows feels ; 
 O what concern protradts his flay ? 
 Why flop his chariot-wheels ? 
 
 9 'Tis a concern of boundlefs grace 
 
 And great good-will to man ; 
 Long fuffering patience Hops his pacej 
 'Till he completes his plan. 
 
 10 'Till all the many fons, with whom 
 
 The fon of God took part, 
 Shall in the fight of faith, like him, 
 Learn lowlinefs of heart. 
 
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126 ELEGIES. 
 
 1 1 Conform'd to him by his employ, 
 
 In fharne, reproach, and thrall : 
 Like him, before the cnp of joy, 
 Firft tafte the cup of gall. 
 
 12 O then ! quick as the lightning darts, 
 
 Shall Jefus foon appear, 
 And heal his people's aching hearts, 
 And wipe away each tear. 
 
 13 The man whofe mem'ry we revere, 
 
 Drank deep in forrow's cup, 
 And learn'd by difappointments here, 
 Far better things to hope -, 
 
 14 Like the firft foll'wers of the Lord, 
 
 Whofe lives and doftrines he 
 
 Admir'd and copy'd ; and their word 
 
 To fpeak was bold and free. 
 
 15 This bus'nefs made him many foes, 
 
 Few friends and fcanty bread, 
 And fcarcely found he at life's clofe 
 A place to lay his head. 
 
 16 Yet he complain'd not, nor repin'd, 
 
 But ever kept in view 
 That matchlefs humblenefs of mind 
 Which God's dear Son did ftiew. 
 
 17 Patience and hope on ev'ry fide, 
 
 (His comfort and his ftay) 
 Did furely join, his fleps to guide, 
 Elie he had loft the way. 
 
E L E G I E S. - 127 
 
 1 8 But patience with the cordial word 
 
 Refrefh'd his memory, 
 He talk'd of joys with which the Lord 
 Rewarded his on high. 
 
 19 When hope and patience deign to guide 
 
 Man in the narrow way -, 
 With eafe they'll in the path abide ; 
 Far from it never ftray. 
 
 ELEGY V. 
 
 OU R Elder and our faithful friend;, 
 Who was by us lb much belov'd, 
 Death now, from all the ills of life, 
 To endlefs glory hath remov'd. 
 
 2 To fpeak his praife is not our theme : 
 All praife and glory ever be 
 
 To him who taught his heai't to know 
 God's boundlefs grace and mercy free. 
 
 3 Led by th* unerring hand of him, 
 Who giveth grace to whom he will ; 
 
 He rofe from Babel, to bring forth 
 Chrift's captives, and his word fulfill. 
 
 4 Trembling at that enduring word, 
 The ancient Chriftian order he 
 
 Reviv'd ; and now, Chrift's little flocks 
 In order, as at firft we fee. 
 
 5 Before thefe flocks he chearful went 
 In faith and fervent charity : 
 
 In patient fufPring, joyful hope, 
 And felf-denied humility. 
 
128 * E L E G I E S. 
 
 6 No lordfliip o'er the flocks he claim'd ; 
 Their God he led them to revere ; 
 
 To all God's words regard to fhew, 
 And of none elfe to ftand in fear. 
 
 7 The love of Chrift inflam'd his breaft 
 With love and tender care alway, 
 
 To all who feem'd to love that truth, 
 In which his joy and comfort lay, 
 
 8 Oft did his bofom fwell with grief, 
 When he their wants and troubles knew ; 
 
 And, like a tender-hearted friend, 
 His love in deed and truth did {hew. 
 
 9 The eafe and pleafures of this life 
 And all its boafted honours vain, 
 
 With chearfulnefs he did forfake, 
 The truth of J^fus to maintain. 
 
 10 Bold as a lion he appear d, 
 
 When for that truth he did contend ; 
 For this no face of man he fear'd -, 
 But would oppofe his deareft friend. 
 
 11 Much, much contempt and falfe reproach, 
 He did for it with joy endure j 
 
 As knowing whom he had believ'd, 
 And that his word Hands ever fure. 
 
 11 The bleffed, heavenly, glorious hope 
 Of endlefs life, thro' Jefus' croft, 
 
 Was the great prize he had in view, 
 For this he counted all things lofs. 
 
 13 Ev'n in old age, when others fail, 
 He ftill in rich fruits did increale, 
 
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 Until his courfe was fully run, 
 
 And then — his latter end was peace. 
 
 14 The world was crucify'd to him, 
 And he to it was crucify'd ; 
 
 By faith of Jefus Chrift he liv'd, 
 And in the faith of him he dy'd. 
 
 15 Let us, dear brethren, follow him,. 
 As he the Lord did follow ftill ; 
 
 And fliew that we remember him, 
 By ftudymg his Majler's will. 
 
 16 And tho' we mourn, let's mourn in hope, 
 Our friend, tho' dead, fhall rife again; 
 
 Shall rife in glory, and with Chrift, 
 Forever and forever reign. 
 
 I N I 
 
 jxxxyxx! 
 
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I N D E X. 
 
 MOST of the Songs in this Book are in what 
 is called Common or Long Metres > the 
 Lines of the former contain Eight and Six Sylla- 
 bles alternately ; and thofe of the latter all Eight, 
 and Four Lines to each Vcrfe. No S.nger needs 
 be at any lofs for Tunes to thele as there are 
 .many Pfalm and Song Tunes for fuch Metres 
 It may be obferved however, that fome of the 
 Scots and Englifh Song Tunes anfwer a few ot 
 them well, fuch as the following, 
 
 SONGS. 
 
 VI. Rojlin Caftle l—Coming through the Broom , 
 and the Bogino. , v 
 
 VII. She roje and let me in \—A Dawn of Bop. 
 XI. XVI. and XLII. Gilder oy* 
 
 XIII. Logan Water. 
 LVIII. LXII. and LXVII. 'Tweed-fide. 
 XXXVII. Gallant Grahams. 
 LXXIV. Birks of Invermay. _ 
 
 The Flowers of the For eft and Sweet Anme^ anfwer 
 well to many of the Long Metre Songs. The reit 
 are to particular Tunes, as follows. 
 
 Song XV. As the Old mi Pfalm, a new Tune 
 to the f 1 3 Pfalm .—Birmingham and Oakham Tunes. 
 XIX. Gaberlunzie Man. , 
 
 XXIII. Alloa Houfe } and Yellow Hatr d Laddie. 
 
 XXVII. Bufy Fly. 
 
 XXVIII. As the 15th. 
 
Index. 
 
 XXXIX. New S otb Pfalm Tune. *' 
 
 vh/T^f Parted from the Sea. 
 
 U V. and LVII. As the 47 th. 
 LA. Leander on the Bay. 
 
 tyIY' Hail Green Fields - 
 
 to DaJ.) EaM HymH (ChriJl 0Ur L ^ * nf M 
 
 LXXV. As the 49 th. 
 tXXVHl. Gallajhiels. . 
 
 LXXXVT ^ '" ^ *>***>"/«*/. 
 LAaXVL Carle an the King come. 
 
 ELEGIES. 
 
 V . Gallant Grahams. 
 
 

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